#hes taking a nap on his heated pillow on the fluffy couch

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗷𝗼𝘀 & 𝗶. [𝟬𝟰]

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

words. 996

warnings. reader cusses like once

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

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odd.

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

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

“are you still alive?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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4 Town Cuddling Reader

Just some fluffy, un-proofread hcs about cuddling w/ 4 Town. Enjoy!

Robaire;

Robaire’s not as big on cuddling as some of the other guys in the group, but he definitely loves cuddling with you.

He sees it as a pretty casual thing, and while he won’t bundle you up in his arms, he’ll always have a secure grip on you.

A typical cuddling position for the two of you is him slouched on the couch or something, with you curled up like a koala into his side with your head on his chest or shoulder. 

He’ll be softly stroking the skin of your upper arm in a slightly distracted way. We know this guy is pretty Type A, so he’ll probably be working on something while you cuddle. If you want his undivided attention, though? Gently push the papers, phone or book out of his hand and he’ll chuckle lightly, getting the hint.

He’s not that fussed about spooning. He likes to be able to see your face and look into your eyes properly when you’re cuddling.

Jesse;

Jesse’s kinda like Robaire in that he’s a lazy cuddler. He’d never admit it, but he lives for cuddles with you.

He usually has his arm draped around you lazily and will usually try and catch a nap while you cuddle (Dad life, lmao).

He also loves spooning, though. He loves holding you close by the waist and focusing on the rhythm of your breath while he feels your diaphragm expand and deflate. It’s comforting to him, and he’ll be asleep in seconds.

He doesn’t talk much while you cuddle, but that’s only because he’s usually nodding off (smh). If he’s not sleepy, he’ll ask you about your day and hum responses while he listens to you talk.

Also, he’s always the big spoon. Don’t even try to switch places with him. He’s having none of it.

Sometimes his kids invade your cuddling session and, if you’re cool with it, the four of you will just have one giant cuddling session. The other guys think it’s super cute and T has so many pictures of y’all bundled up together.

Aaron T;

This man can’t survive without cuddles from you. I mean it. You’ll need to schedule in at least three cuddle sessions a day or else T will be a whining mess.

There’s not really one particular position that you both cuddle in. It varies a lot and usually depends on T’s mood. The only time you’ll settle on one specific cuddling position is if either of you need some comfort.

If you’re the one going through a rough patch, T will pull you on top of him and lovingly squish you until you squeak out that you need some air. He’ll stroke your hair and leave little kisses all over your face, soothing your worries away.

If you need to take care of T, then he’ll quietly ask if he can be the little spoon. In that case, hold him tightly around his waist and nuzzle your face in his curls while he babbles about his troubles.

T can be kinda wriggly while cuddling, but if you keep a vice-like grip on him, he’ll calm down and immerse himself in snuggling up with you.

Aaron Z;

This guy would never admit it to anyone but you, but he LOVES cuddles. Like, almost more than other things…(👀).

He’s basically a living, heated pillow. Being the gentleman that he is, he always insists that you lay on his chest or sit in his lap. That way, he can envelop you in his arms (lucky you) and give you all the love you deserve.

Considering what a quiet guy he is usually, you’ll have a hard time shutting him up when you cuddle. He’s always whispering little things to you, complimenting you or remembering little moments you’ve shared together. Something about being close to you, physically, helps him talk more.

“Your hair’s so soft, did you change your shampoo? It smells nice.”, “Remember when I was on tour and we had to make do with phone calls? I missed this so much…”

He’s also always asking if you’re comfortable with him. Such a considerate king.

You two honestly cuddle most of the time that you’re in private. You don’t really have ‘cuddle sessions’, per say, because whenever you’re together, he’ll be cuddling you in some way. It’s just the way it is.

Tae Young;

Tae is kinda like T with cuddles, but toned down. He’s usually too shy to ask to cuddle, but if his hands are on you (not like that) a lot, then that’s your signal to snuggle with him.

Like Robaire, he likes to see your face when you cuddle, so you’ll both usually lay face to face on your bed and cuddle that way. He’ll rub your sides soft and slow, never once breaking eye contact with you.

He likes to listen to you when you cuddle, and will just eye you adoringly while you talk away. He’ll let out some super cute giggles and just never stop smiling.

Tae also likes to draw little shapes against your skin when you cuddle. It’s kinda fun to try and guess what he’s drawing, and honestly, it’s so soothing that it’s made you fall asleep a few times.

He also has a guilty pleasure of being the little spoon. He’s pretty clingy and just loves being wrapped up in your arms, even if you’re smaller than him. He’s more than willing to be the big spoon though if you ask.

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Ghost of You

feeling some type of way so I made a lil fic thing based on this post of mine (it was supposed to be a drabble but my brain ran wild so here u go)

“dream daydreaming about a specific tickle scenario where he’s the lee, imagining himself getting taken apart into pieces by tickling and teasing. it’s enough to make him blush, slamming his face into his pillow with a whine and making him do little kickies against the bed”

(lee/ler!Dream - self tickles / implied ler!Sapnap : 1.5k words)

He wasn’t sure how it had started.

Dream had decided to spend the day in bed; he’d been feeling a little off the past few days and thought that maybe taking some time to relax might help pull him out of it. The blonde had gone to bed at a normal time for once the night before, trying to see if adjusting his sleep schedule would do the trick. It didn’t, but he had to admit it felt nice when he woke up at a decent time, allowing him to roam around the house alone freely while everyone else continued to sleep.

He’d fed Patches, made himself some breakfast and spent a few hours on the couch under a huge blanket, watching some random comedy movie with his fluffy companion sat in his lap. When the movie ended, Dream had expected to feel at least a little better, but he felt no improvement even though he had been giggling the whole movie. Patches had abandoned her spot on Dream’s lap halfway through the movie, returning to her bed by the fireplace for a little more warmth.

Standing up and giving Patches one last head pat, Dream made his way back up to his room to get back into bed, crawling under the huge blankets and plopping down onto the sheets below him. His eyes closed the minute the back of his head hit his pillow, willing himself to take a nap but finding it harder than he thought. After a few minutes, the man groaned and pulled out his phone from his sweatpants pocket to scroll through twitter, not really paying attention and allowing his mind to wander.

This, however, had proven to be nothing but a mistake as Dream’s thoughts began to run wild. There was a certain laugh he had made himself while watching the movie; it was squeaky, panicked and high pitched. It had startled him at the time, and it had been on his mind ever since. He figured it was because it usually was only heard during a certain activity.

A certain activity that he quickly realized he was absolutely desperate for.

Dream felt his face quickly heating up as he pictured light nails fluttering against the sides of his neck, making him break out into a flustered little smile as he brought his right shoulder up against his ear in an attempt to prevent ghost tickles - he couldn’t decide if it was terrible or delightful that they crept onto the spot anyway.

Dream brought a hand up to rub at the tingles on his neck but immediately brought his arm back down and to his side as his mind imagined a hand suddenly poking under his arm. He was squirming slightly now, the hand against his neck now pressed over his mouth in an attempt to stop a stray giggle from making an unwelcome appearance.

With his hand covering his lips, he brought his other arm to wrap around his tummy. Dream flinched when he rested his hand against the opposite side of his ribs, somehow creating little sparks of ghost tickles there as well. This time he was unable to stop the small squeak from escaping, and to his surprise he started quietly giggling. He felt his leg kick pathetically against the bed, feeling his face heat up at the out of place action his body displayed.

“Come on, nohohot the kihickies.” the blonde whined to himself, turning slightly on his side and curling his legs in towards his chest to try and prevent any more reactions from slipping passed his defenses. It would have been fine if it ended there, but of course his mind loved to play tricks on him, and so the little tingles on his ribs began spreading.

Dream let out another low whine as he turned his face and pushed it further into pillow under him, shaking his head slightly but quickly as to show his disapproval to his own thoughts. He was no longer trying to hold in his high pitched giggles, instead trying to focus all of his concentration on getting his legs to stop flinching and kicking out at every imaginary swipe of a finger. He removed the hand from his mouth and placed it upon the vulnerable ribs that weren’t covered, using both hands to try and once again rub away the ghost tickles. After a minute of this, Dream realized the tingles only grew, as well as his laughter.

It was at this point that Dream had decided to bite the bullet, allowing his hands to slowly drift from their placement over his ribs and onto his tummy, pushing slowly under his shirt and gliding nails along the warm skin there. He curled even more into himself, lips pressing together with a whimper and a quick huff of air releasing through his nose as he tried to hold himself together. Squeezing his eyes shut, he began to lightly flutter his fingertips over the sides of his tummy, every few seconds allowing his nails to scribble against the skin just to feel it jump.

Dream was fully laughing at this point - he had never gotten himself this worked up to the point where his self tickles had allowed him to laugh this freely before. Of course he wasn’t complaining - he had accidentally gotten himself into the biggest lee mood when he was actively trying to spend the day by himself. As much as he hated to admit it, at this current moment it was the best possible outcome.

So Dream continued swirling fingers around his tummy, tracing circles around his bellybutton and allowing his pointer finger to pull at the edges a bit, a technique he had become all too familiar with now that Sapnap had accidentally discovered it a few weeks prior. His body nearly convulsed at the action, kicking out more than he had anticipated and arching forward in a way that forced his finger to slip off the edge of his bellybutton and poke into a very specific (overly ticklish) spot on the side of his tummy.

The reaction was instantaneous; he let out a shriek that he quickly muffled as his hand returned to its original home over his lips, thankfully covering the high pitched laughter that would’ve been filling the room had he not stopped it. He shuddered through his laughter as the thought of Sapnap or George hearing him filled his mind, causing goosebumps to form along his skin at the embarrassing idea of one (or BOTH) of them finding him in such a flustered state.

That thought alone was enough to make him whine out through his giggles and bury his face fully into the pillow as he turned onto his tummy, stopping the self tickles and instead bringing his hands to wrap tightly around the pillow as his legs bounced against the bed with the force of his kicking. He had embarrassed himself to the point that he could feel his ears burning up; he felt the way his blush crept down his neck and onto his chest, quickly spreading over his tummy. He could practically hear his friends cooing in his mind now about how cute it was, his lee mood finally putting a face onto the ghost tickles he’d been experiencing. This embarrassed him even more, now picturing his two housemates wrecking him into oblivion. Dream groaned once more, tossing and turning against his pillows in a tiny fit of flusteredness as his brain decided on what he should do.

After much deliberation and some much needed convincing from the unapologetically lee side of his brain to the absolutely-fucking-flustered side of his brain, he knew what he had to do. He settled down into the covers on his back once more, grabbing his phone from off the blankets beside him. He ran a hand down his face as he took a deep breath, typing out a quick message and closing his eyes tightly as he hit send.

“hey sap, are you busy? ….i need your help with…something….”

Dream didn’t even have time to set his phone down when it vibrated in his hand, causing butterflies to erupt from within his stomach. His eyes widened and little bursts of frantic giggles began to pour out from him at the response.

“😈😈😈😈”

Dream began to panic, already flinging the blankets over his head as he heard the menacing footsteps grow closer and closer. He once again slapped his hands over his mouth the minute he heard his door creak open, the darkness of his room making it impossible for him to see where the smaller boy was. But once he heard Sapnap speak in his low, teasy tone, it was over for him - he was simply too lee to function. He was completely at the mercy of his younger friend.

“Ohhh Dreeeeaaam~, the tickle monster is here to plaaaay!~”

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Bedside Manner

Fandom: The Dark Knight Trilogy

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x OC

Summary: He really does worry about her too much.

Series: Part 3 of The Shadow Game  

Word Count: 3,276

Notes: This is so goddamn fluffy and soft you guys I don’t even know what to say. Takes place after Jonathan and Vanessa have started working at Arkham. For those curious, the exact procedure Vanessa gets in this is a bilateral salpingectomy, which is a removal of the fallopian tubes, often as a method of permanent birth control. I am not a doctor, so apologies for any medical inaccuracies. Warnings for mention of surgery, tokophobia, nausea (but no actual vomiting), and pain.   

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Jonathan kept an arm firmly around her as they walked up to their apartment building, being mindful of the small incisions in her stomach. Punching the button for the elevator, he rested a hand to her forehead, brows creased with worry.

“Relax, ‘m not gonna fall,” she mumbled, even as she leaned against him gratefully, still a little drowsy and wobbly on her feet from the anesthesia. He didn’t say a word, just pursed his lips and tightened his grip on her, ushering her into the elevator and pushing the number for their floor.

“Are you still dizzy?” he asked as they made their way down the hallway, pulling his keys from his pocket and unlocking the apartment door.

“A little,” she admitted. “Mostly just feel loopy, though.”

“Mm,” he locked the multiple locks on the door once they were inside and herded her towards the couch in the living room, helping her to settle against the cushions, reclining the seat for her and tucking a pillow under her head, grabbing the soft orange blanket folded over the back of the couch to wrap around her. “Are you hungry? Want me to get you something?”

“Not right now,” she yawned. 

“Tea?”

She wasn’t really that thirsty either, but he seemed to need something to do, else he would begin fussing.

“Sure.”

Cuddling the worn blanket closer to her, she watched with quiet fondness as he rushed away into the kitchen, fumbling with the kettle. He really did worry about her too much.

The surgery really wasn’t that big of a deal; and it had been something that she’d wanted to have done for years. To rid herself of the increasing anxiety that came with being riddled with diagnosable tokophobia.

Good-bye, fallopian tubes. You will not be missed.

It had been a thorough pain in the ass convincing someone to actually give her the procedure, but her calculated and carefully curated friendship–okay, friendship was a rather generous term, more like friendly acquaintance–with one of the surgeons who she’d gone to college with had helped her jump the line.

She really was dead lucky. Most people had to wait until they were at least thirty for the doctors to agree to jettison their tubes. Having Jonathan stand sternly in the darkest corner of the room with his most serious face during her consultations had probably helped.       

“Still feeling okay?” he asked, setting a mug of steaming tea carefully onto a coaster on the table next to her.

“Mhm. A little pain in my shoulders, but not too bad.”

“I could go get you a heating pad or something–” he made a move to head towards the hallway where the linen closet was, but she grabbed at the sleeve of his shirt before he could get too far away.

“What I want is to just lay here and nap and watch terrible sitcoms. I’m fine, okay? Don’t fuss. I know that you have work to do. If I need you, I’ll holler,” the office door was quite literally right there. She probably wouldn’t even need to actually yell for him to hear her. But still, Jonathan frowned, eyes looking her up and down. Vanessa sighed good naturedly. “Or, you could go get your work and come sit here next to me. If  that would make you feel better.”

He stroked the back of his hand along her cheek. “Okay.”

She waited until he got settled beside her, case notes on his lap and pen in hand, before she pressed the play button on the remote, snuggling down into the couch.

She was asleep before even thirty minutes had passed.

She woke up still on the couch. The television was on but outside it was dark. Her blanket was tucked up to her chin, and she was warm.

“Jonathan?” her eyesight was blurry, mind still half asleep. Curled up beside her, he stirred, immediately bending over her.

“You okay? Are you in pain?”

“No, ‘m okay,” she yawned. “A little hungry.”

“I’ll heat something up for you. What do you want?”

“We still have some of that chicken parm soup left?”

“I think so. You want that?”

“Yeah.”

He departed only briefly to get them both some soup, the microwave beeping and whirring as it worked. The soup steamed from the bowls, generous pieces of chicken and pasta floating in the watery red liquid.

“After you’ve eaten you can take your pain meds.”

“Okay,” she hadn’t even realized how ravenous she was until she scooped up the first mouthful, not even caring when she slightly burned her tongue. Her finished bowl was deposited onto the worn coffee table, swallowing her horse pills with a large gulp of water before curling back up onto the couch. Jonathan stretched out beside her.

“Do you want to go to bed?”

“Yeah,” she lifted a hand to cover a yawn, squeaking when in one fluid motion she was off of the couch and cradled securely in his arms, being carried bridal style towards the bedroom. “I can walk!” she laughed, arms looping around his neck.

He settled her down very, very carefully onto the bed, rummaging around, dresser drawers squeaking as he gathered up both of their sets of pajamas. She changed sluggishly, realizing with every required movement just how exhausted and weak she felt. But that was normal; they had told her before the surgery that the first three or so days would be the hardest. Still, the feeling of being so physically vulnerable made her more nervous than she’d care to admit, suddenly incredibly grateful that Jonathan had taken the next several days off of work to take care of her.

“If you’re not tired, or need to get more work done that’s okay…” she mumbled as she got herself situated on the pillows. Jonathan’s eyes narrowed stubbornly, climbing into his spot beside her, long limbs folding gracefully into the bed.

“I’m not going anywhere,”  he tucked a lock of long black hair behind her ear.

“If you’re sure…” the words were spoken even as she inched closer to him, humming as his arm wrapped around her, being careful not to put any pressure on her incisions. 

“Mhm,” he hummed in affirmation.

“Okay, then.”

“Nessa?”

She whined, head between her knees, legs curled towards her chest. The tile of the bathroom where she was sitting beside the toilet was cold. Jonathan took another cautious step into the little room, kneeling down beside her and gingerly touching her knee. She felt bad for not waking him. It had probably scared him a little; to have woken up without her beside him.

“Nauseous?”

She just nodded, taking a deep breath, as if that would somehow help settle her stomach. “Haven’t actually been sick, though.”

Shifting so that he was sitting beside her, he rubbed her back. “Do you want me to call the doctor?”

“No. It’s not that bad,” squirming a bit, she groaned. “Shoulders hurt more this morning too.”

“I’m sorry.”

She just shrugged. These were all normal side effects, nothing to be too concerned about yet. But they still sucked.

Stretching his head around to check the time on the clock hanging from the wall, Jonathan huffed. “You can’t take your pain meds without eating something.”

She groaned softly at the suggestion of food, stomach writhing. Jonathan increased the circles he was rubbing into her back.

“Once you’re outside of the twenty-four hour window, the nausea should get better. Think you could handle some crackers?”

“I can try.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back,” he kissed her on the top of the head, disappearing in the kitchen and returning with a sleeve of saltines. Suppressing a gag, she took one from him, nibbling on it tentatively. He pressed his warm side up against hers, watching carefully as she slowly ate one cracker after another. The food seemed to actually help, the nausea abating, if only slightly.

They waited until they were confident that she wasn’t going to throw the crackers back up before she took her painkillers.

“Let’s go back to bed. It won’t be good for your pain to sit on the hard floor like this.”

“I might puke on you,” she warned, even as she let him pull her slowly to her feet and guide her back to the bedroom.

“That’s okay.”

She still insisted that he put a trash can next to her side of the bed. Just in case. It took her a long time to fall back to sleep, the nausea and persistent pain in her shoulders from the gas keeping her up. But Jonathan stayed up with her, rubbing her shoulders and kissing her temple until she finally dozed off.

When she woke up, she took one look at Jonathan, who was sitting up in bed beside her, one arm still around her while the other balanced a book in front of him, and promptly burst into tears.

“Vanessa?” the second he heard her sniffling the book was slammed shut and deposited on the bedside table, hand reaching for her as he tried to discern what was wrong. “Are you in pain?”

She just shook her head furiously, burying her head in her hands. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just–” she sniffled. “You’re always so nice to me!” she wailed finally, flinging her arms around his neck and burying her head in his chest. She felt Jonathan stiffen, probably in very much a ‘oh shit, she’s crying what do I do’ type of way, before hesitantly raising his arms to rub her back.

“Okay, um. That’s–uh…it’s no problem?” he stuttered, patting her head awkwardly. Pressing her forehead into his chest, she sniffled, once, taking in a deep, shaking breath–owwww, it hurt to do that–before pulling back enough that she could wipe at her eyes with the back of her hand. As quick as the sudden bout of emotion had come it seemed to be gone.

“Sorry. I don’t–I don’t know where that came from.”

“It’s okay,” his hand was still resting warmly on her back. “Sure you’re alright?”

“Mhm,” blinking, she looked around the room in a daze. “Not nauseous anymore either.”

“That’s good.”

“Well,” she sighed–again, ow–and ran a hand through her hair. “That was weird.”

“Probably just post-op blues.”

“Probably.”

“How’s the pain?”

“More than yesterday, but not that bad.”

“Tomorrow it will likely be the worst.”

“Mm,” she laid her head on his chest. “More fun to look forward to. What were you reading?”

He lifted the book so that she could see the cover.

“Oooo. Nice.”

“Want me to read it to you?” he asked, opening it back up to his bookmark, adjusting his glasses on his nose.

“Actually, yeah.”   

 Cheek warm thanks to being pillowed against his chest, she let the sound of his voice settle her, working like a balm over her aching bones. 

Just as Jonathan had predicted, she woke up on the third day in agony.

“Jonathan,” she barely managed to get his name out, nearly doubling over. He was still asleep beside her. Whimpering, she pawed at his chest desperately. “Jonathan.”

He woke up fast, asleep one moment and all but shooting up, eyes open wide, in the next.

“What is it?” he bent over her, hands cupping her face.

“Hurts,” was all she managed to get out. He was up and out of bed in a second, rushing to the kitchen and returning with another sleeve of crackers, the bottle of painkillers, and a glass of water.

“Here,” he gave her the crackers first, shaking a pill out into his palm as she shoved a few in her mouth. While she swallowed it down he checked her incisions under her loose pajama shirt, then climbed back in beside her. “It’s okay,” he soothed, gathering her up into his chest, letting her cling to him as they both waited for the pain to subside. “It’s okay.”

But she could hear his heart hammering fast as a hummingbird’s wings in his chest, and she couldn’t help but wonder which of them in that moment was more scared.

She managed to sleep through most of the third day, and woke up on the fourth feeling much better. And while Jonathan still insisted on doing most things for her–cooking food, fetching water, and god forbid he catch her trying to lift something even moderately heavy–she felt far more capable than she had the previous few days. The pain in her belly and shoulders was manageable, and even the feelings of exhaustion and weakness were starting to abate. A good thing, too, since once the weekend was over he would have to go back to work. She still had another week off to recover, but she would have to fend for herself while he was away during the day.

That shouldn’t be a problem, so long as she continued to improve. 

He was going to drive her insane.

Okay, more insane than she already was.

Because despite her consistent improvements each day that passed from the surgery, Jonathan wouldn’t let her do anything. No matter how much she insisted that she felt fine, he insisted on remaining close to her, checking her vitals regularly and fussing over every little thing.

“What are you doing up?”

Oh, come on.

“I was just getting a glass of water–”

“You’re supposed to be resting,” he swooped over, plucking the empty glass from her hands.

“I don’t think that walking the three steps from the living room to the kitchen is gonna cause me to keel over, babe.”

He pointed to the couch sternly. “Go lay back down.”

“Okay, okay, geez,” she shuffled back to the couch, plopping down and pouting. “Dr. Crane is mean.”

“He wouldn’t need to be if Dr. Sullivan wasn’t known for overexerting herself.”

“Oh my god, that was one time–”

“You tried to go to the kickboxing gym one day after you were diagnosed with a concussion.”

Huffing dramatically, she pulled her blanket back up to her chin. “Your bedside manner needs work.”

“My bedside manner is excellent.” 

“Jonathan, we did our residencies together. I’ve seen you interact with difficult patients.”

He came over to the couch with her water. “Name one time that I was unreasonable when working with patients.”

“You prescribed high dosage sedatives for a woman because she kept flirting with you!”

“Nes, that was you.”

She blinked. “Oh, was it? Damn.”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead.

“Okay, but I know it was you who gave one of the patients a hallucinogen because he sneezed on you.”

Jonathan shrugged. “I was just teaching him basic manners. You cover your nose when you sneeze, everyone knows that.”

Vanessa snorted out a giggle, reaching back to cup his face and kiss him chastely on the lips. When they parted, she huffed, blowing a raspberry. He raised a questioning eyebrow. “I’m bored.”

“You have your book.”

“I finished it already,” she grumbled, glancing at the well loved copy of ‘Salem’s Lot on the coffee table. “I miss work.”

“You remember what the surgeon said…”

“Yeah, I know. I know,” she slumped back onto the couch, looking around her at the pile of finished books, her sketchbook open to a half finished, detailed still life drawing of a pumpkin, and the dozens of tiny little paper origami cranes, boats, and flowers scattered around her. Jonathan slipped carefully into the spot beside her on the couch, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She snuggled into his side, pouting.

“Maybe…when I go back to the asylum, I can bring you some of your case notes to work on,” he suggested. Vanessa tilted her head up to look at him.

“Really?”

He shrugged. “Sure.”

Stretching up, she pecked his cheek. “Thank you.”

He looked down, blushing and stuttering. It was cute how even after how long they’d been together, he still got so flustered sometimes when she showered him with her affection.  

The discomfort was mostly minimal now. She didn’t need the painkillers prescribed by the doctor anymore, ibuprofen more than sufficient in treating her pain. Assuming that everything remained fine, she would probably be able to return to work the next week.

Jonathan had gone back to work two days ago, confident enough that she could fend for herself for the hours he was gone without dying. Though he’d still been all nervous and jittery about leaving her alone the first day. Truth be told, she’d missed him when he was gone, insistent fussing and all.

He’d brought her some of her case notes to work on, finally providing a bit of relief from the boredom of being bound to the couch all hours of the day.

She had her legs curled up underneath her, pen twirling absentmindedly in her hand as she looked over the papers spread out in front of her. At the sound of keys sliding into the door her head perked up, lips tugging upwards as Jonathan pushed his way into the apartment, clicking the locks into place behind him and dropping his briefcase down by the door before coming over to the couch to kiss her.

“Hi.”

“Hey. Is it raining outside?” she asked, taking note of the slight dampness coating his hair.

“Only a little,” he lifted the bag he had dangling from one hand. “I brought food.”

Stacking her notes into a neat pile, she tossed them onto the coffee table. “I love you.”

Jonathan chuckled, placing another kiss to her cheek and leaving the food with her to be unwrapped as he shucked off his suit jacket, tossing it over the back of a chair, loosening his tie and tossing that away as well, rolling up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. Vanessa bit her lip, silently lamenting that she was banned from any funny business for at least another week or so. 

As soon as he was on the couch, she handed him his food, settling her own container from the bag in her lap and scooting closer to him, cozying up to his side.

“I missed you,” her lips pressed insistently to his cheek, where a dimple sometimes appeared when he smiled. Jonathan shot her a look that she could only describe as soft, leaning into her touch.

“I missed you too,” his hand stroked over her thigh. “How are you feeling?”

“Good. Still a little tired, I guess.”

“Hm,” he hummed, reclining back against the couch, pulling her with him until she was nestled close to his side.

“How was work?” she asked around a mouthful of her pasta, twisting another helping carefully around her fork.

“Alright. A few people asked about you. Johnson had another episode and almost swallowed his own tongue. They’re keeping him in the infirmary for a while.”

“Oh, well. At least he didn’t die, the paperwork would have been a nightmare.”

His snicker sounded low and deep in his chest, hand stroking through the long, loose locks of her hair. They switched on the TV, eating in comfortable silence as they listened to the gentle hum of the voices from the speakers. Containers of food discarded, she ended up with her arms wrapped around his ribs, her head pillowed on his chest as they just lounged, eyelids growing heavy.

“Jonathan?” she poked him suddenly in the shoulder, rousing him from the slight doze he had slipped into.

“What?”

Tracing nonsense patterns into his chest, she shrugged. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

His thumb stroked along her jaw, tilting her head upwards so that he could peck her on the lips. 

“Always.”

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Series: Part 3 of The Shadow Game  

Main Masterlist  

[peachybun-bun]

Taking It Slow [pt 4]

pairing; Park Jisung x f reader

genre; sweet fluffy smut, it’s obviously smut

notes/warnings; obviously…this is jisung in some sexual situations if you aren’t comfortable reading that don’t do it. as always the dreamies are mentioned as roomies. protected sex, fingering, oral (f receiving), kissing, groping. I did try to work in drabble request but it did not work out. this request will go with the others have received concerning jisung for when we begin writing for him again in the future. 

word count; 4.3k and some change

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Jisung lays on the couch, his head on the pillow and eyes closed, as Jaemin stares at him. Jamein wonders where he had gone wrong. Almost as if he could feel someone staring at him, he cracks his eye open and sighs, seeing Jaemin sitting far too close to him, just staring. 

“Jaemin...leave me alone. I was trying to take a nap.” 

Jaemin furrows his brows and scrunches his nose. “Chenle said you had sex.” 

Groaning, Jisung throws his arm over his eyes and turns slightly towards the back of the couch.

Jaemin watches and reaches to pull Jisung back towards him. “Jisung?” 

Practically whining, throwing his hands back down to the couch, Jisung shoots a look at Jaemin and shrugs. “What? No, I haven’t. Not really. Not yet. Jesus, leave me alone. I’m going to take a nap in my room. I used to be able to use the entire house to just relax and now...I can’t get a minute's peace anywhere without locking the door.” 

Jaemin gasps at Jisung’s words, reaching to grab the boy's arm and stopping him from leaving. “Wait, you didn’t? What do you mean not yet?”

Haechan, who had been walking to the kitchen, stops and jumps over the couch, bringing Jisung down with him, having caught the last of the conversation. “Yeah, what do you mean not yet?” 

Putting his head into his hands, Jisung groans loudly, before Haechan forces him to sit up and look at the two of them. “We haven’t yet. It’s none of your business though.”

Jaemin shakes his head, a bit pale, as Haechan grins and speaks. “Buddy...how long have you been dating her? Months at this point. She is in love with you if she is hanging on this long, and you haven’t put your dick in her yet...she’s a keeper.” 

Jaemin shoots Haechan a look and curses under his breath. “Or she’s just...yeah she seems great. But you don’t have to have sex. You know that, right? Maybe she doesn’t even want to have sex with you. Have you talked about that? Waiting for marriage?” 

It was Haechan’s turn to shoot Jaemin a look. “Sure, Jaem...Chenle said her skirt and bra were on the floor. She doesn’t want to have sex with him. Marriage? Are you drunk? He’s 19.” 

Jisung begins to wonder if he were even here if it would matter, because this conversation would carry on without him. “You know what...you two have fun discussing my sex life, and I’m going to go take that nap.” He starts to stand, only to be pulled back down by Haechan. 

“Not so fast. When’s the big day? I know Jaemin got you supplies, so no worries there, but do you need more tips? Just don’t be boring. It’s your first time so don’t get too crazy with it, but don’t just hump on her like a dog in heat.” 

“Oh my god.” Jaemin speaks, running his hand over his face. “Jisung, if you are seriously going to do this, just talk to her about how she wants to do it. I can’t believe I am...talking to you about this. Don’t do it like you’ve seen in porn or how Haechan tells you. You’ll scare her away…” He thinks about that for a second and nods. “Second thought, do it that way. Maybe she’ll leave.” 

“Ya!” Jisung yells at Jaemin and points at him. “Don’t talk about her like that. I love Y/N..” Realizing what he said, Jisung’s face goes red. He sinks back into the couch as Jaemin’s mouth falls open, and Haechan stares and just mutters “Holy fuck…” 

“I mean...yeah, no, yeah, I do. I just haven’t told her that, so don’t say anything please.”

Jaemin continues to stare, and Haechan laughs, grabbing Jisung around the shoulders in a half hug. “Good for you, buddy. Shit...you really love her?”

Jisung nods and looks at Haechan as he feels his phone vibrate in his pocket. Taking it out, he sees a message from you, and he can’t help but smile. 

Haechan laughs, seeing the smile, and lets go of Jisung. “Oh yeah, you do. Fuck, Jaem...it’s more serious then even you thought.” Reaching across to the other seat, he smacks Jaemin’s shoulder, and finally gets up to leave as Jisung looks at your message. 

Y/N: Hi baby. Still want me to come over? [4:50 pm] 

Jaemin watches as Jisung replies to you, a smile on the younger boy’s face. Even Jaemin can’t help but smile a bit at seeing how happy Jisung seems to be. 

Jisung: Yes I do. I miss you. Need to see you babe. You still want to stay the night? [4:51 pm] 

Y/N: Yes, absolutely. I’ll be there around 8ish after work. [4:52 pm]

Sighing heavily, Jaemin shakes his head and runs a hand through his hair. “Just talk before you do it. I’m sure you have been...you aren’t an idiot. Just make sure it’s what you both want. The worst feeling is doing something you can’t take back.”

Jisung looks up to Jaemin and furrows his brow with a nod. “I know, Hyung. We’ve talked plenty...no secrets. I wasn’t sure at first, you know? When I would be ready, but I am now and for it to be her. I didn’t want to just do it to do it. I wanted it to be because I was in love with someone.” 

Jaemin takes a breath and shakes his head, before reaching out to ruffle Jisung’s hair. “When did you get so smart?”

Jisung grins a bit and shrugs, before gesturing his head back towards the hall saying he was going to go on. Jaemin nods, before watching the boy get up and head for his room to get in a nap before you would arrive. 

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Your overnight bag over your shoulder, you thank your uber driver and get out of the suv to head up the steps to the house. You start to knock, but the door opens before you get the chance.

Jisung grins at you, glancing at you in his sweatshirt, before he leans to kiss you immediately. His hand taking your bag from your shoulder, putting it over his.

You laugh against his lips and step inside as he takes your hand. “I missed you too.”

He laughs at your words and finally pulls back to look at you. “I might have missed you just a little. You look so cute in my clothes.”

You laugh again and walk with him as he moves further into the house.

He yells over his shoulder towards the living room where most of the residents of the house are watching something on the tv. “Y/N is here...goodnight, everyone.”

You glance over as you hear a few of the boys complain and yell about thinking the two of you were going to watch the movie with them, but Jisung waves them off. “They will be fine. Plenty of time to watch movies with them later. I just want you to myself.”

You smile and nod, fine with whatever he decides, just happy to be back with him. You miss him more and more, even if it's just a few days between your dates. 

Finally in his room, you watch as he sits your bag down on the bed and looks at you again, taking in the sight of you in his clothes.

You laugh and shake your head, moving to him to wrap your arms around his waist and resting your cheek on his chest, just enjoying being close to him for a moment.

His cheek rests against your head as he smiles and chews at his cheek. “How was your day?” 

You shrug and close your eyes, taking a breath in of his scent, enjoying the musk of his body wash. “It was okay, just long. Happy for it to be the weekend and to be here.”

Jisung glances down at you and smiles again. “Did you eat?” 

Laughing a bit, you nod. He was always checking on your health and if you had eaten. Always concerned about you, even before himself. “Yes. I ate before I came over.”

He nods, pleased with your answer, before letting you go to sit down on the bed. He looks up at you as you move to your bag to take out a few things. 

Wanting to be comfortable, you undo your jeans as Jisung tilts his head, watching as you push them down and pick them up. You put them back into your bag, only to take out a pair of short tight nylon shorts you intend to put on.

“Hey…”

You look at Jisung as he speaks and laugh a bit as he reaches to take the shorts out of your hand, putting them back into your bag and then your bag on the floor. 

“If you want to get comfortable...we can get comfortable.”

Shaking your head, you smile, raising a brow as he pulls you towards him by pulling at the sweatshirt you were wearing that belonged to him.

Laughing as you are pulled so close, you straddle his legs. Your arms go around his neck as your knees rest on either side of his legs. “Oh, and what is your plan on getting comfortable?”

Jisung’s cheeks flush slightly as he smiles and slides his hands under your shirt, over your bare skin on your back. “I think less clothes seem more comfortable, don’t you?” 

You smile and tilt your head. His logic is sound, but you had an idea that he was talking more about your clothes. So instead, your hands go to his shirt, sliding it up his chest, causing him to laugh and lean his head back and lift his hands, so you can take his shirt off. “Fair. This is fair.” 

Nodding, you let his shirt drop from your fingers as his hands move back to run over your legs, up towards your hips, gripping lightly. “I thought it was very fair.”

Jisung bites at his bottom lip as his fingers move back to the sweatshirt, sliding it up your torso. Lifting your hands, you let him remove it, leaving you in your bra and panties, which gains a bright smile from Jisung. 

He leans forward to press a kiss to your lips, before leaning to press a kiss to your neck, causing you to lean your head back as his hands move back to your waist, running his fingers along your skin.

You smile and bite at your own lip, taking in a deep breath, enjoying his lips on your skin. He only breaks from you to say, “I’m gonna lay you down.” 

Lifting you as he stands, you laugh softly into a small gasp as Jisung turns to lay you down on the bed carefully. “You are so sweet, Jisung…”

He smiles and shrugs as he leans back down to press a kiss to your chest. “I didn’t want to just pick you up and scare you.” 

“Most guys wouldn’t think to say anything or care enough to…” You moan softly as his tongue glides along your neck, up towards your jaw as he places sucking kisses towards your lips.

“I’m hoping I won’t be like other guys.”

You sigh happily as you run your fingers through his hair and press your lips to his. 

He smiles and leans back to look down at you, running his fingers over your skin as if in thought.

You smile back at him, running your fingers down his jaw, in question. “What is it, baby?”

Jisung’s cheeks flush slightly as he licks his lips, before nodding. “I want to talk about something, if that’s okay.” 

You can’t help but laugh a bit at your current state of dress, and the fact that he wanted to talk now, but you nod and furrow your brows. “Is something wrong?”

Jisung shakes his head no and slides his hand along your ribs as he looks down at your lips as he talks, almost afraid to make eye contact with you. “I’ve always been pretty shy when it comes to being flirty or sexy. If you know what I mean?”

You smile at his words and tilt his chin up, so he will look at you, as you nod for him to continue. 

Jisung smiles and leans into your touch, but not before leaning to kiss your fingers sweetly. “But with you, it’s been really easy to want to try things. I’ve done a lot of firsts with you, but you know that.”

Your cheeks flush slightly as you rub your lips together and nod again.

Jisung bites his lip and takes a breath, before continuing. “I’ve thought a lot about it and having sex isn’t something I wanted to just do. I want it to be important and with someone that I love.” 

You feel your mouth go slightly dry as you listen to Jisung talk, not wanting to interrupt him. You know he is feeling shy, so you let his chin slide from your hand as he moves his head.

His lips press to your wrist, then your shoulder, before looking back at you. “And I do...love you. I’ve wanted to say that for a while now, but I wanted it to be the right time and to be more sure with myself that maybe you also loved me.” 

Jisung watches your reaction, taking a breath in when he sees your eyes get slightly watery. Panic hits his face. “Wait, you aren’t supposed to cry. That isn’t how this was supposed to go.”

You laugh and reach up to cup his face, pulling him down to you to press your lips to his softly, kissing him tenderly for a long moment as you sniff back tears. “Jisung, I do love you. Oh my god...I’m crying because that was the sweetest confession I have ever heard, and I never thought it’d be to me.” 

He smiles on your lips, before kissing you again and nudging your nose with his, as your hands move to slide down the sides of his neck, then into the back of his hair. Jisung finally pulls back to look down at you again with a small breathy groan.

You pick up on the cue and nod, moving to slide off to the side and sitting up. You undo your bra, letting it fall down your arms and letting him take it from you to put it on the floor. 

Jisung’s hands move to cup your breasts gently, sliding his thumbs over your nipples in small circles, before leaning to press a soft kiss between your breasts and then sit back. His hands move to his sweatpants, pushing them down, along with his boxers, and exposing his mostly hard length to you.

You smile and reach over to run your hand along this jaw as you lay back down, and lift your hips letting him pull your panites down your legs. 

His eyes traveling over your skin, back to your eyes as he looks at you, a little loss for words as he swallows hard.

You smile and take his hand bringing it to your lips kissing his palm. “Go ahead and grab a condom. We don’t need it right now, but that way you won’t have to get back up.”

He smiles, glad you give him some direction, sliding off the bed and going to the box Jaemin gave him. He opens it to take out the strip of condoms, ripping one off and bringing it back to hand to you, as he slides back to lay next to you. 

You lay it down next to you and reach for him, bringing him closer to you and pressing your lips to his with a soft moan that makes Jisung smile on your lips. You can’t help but smile back and press back into the pillow to look at him. “What?”

Jisung flushes a bit and shakes his head, pressing his face to the crook of your neck, a bit embarrassed.

Laughing, you run your fingers through his hair and lift his head to look at you. “Tell me.” 

“You just sound so pretty when you moan.”

Biting your lip, you lean your head back and shake your head. “Jisung...you say the sexiest things, and I don’t even think you mean to say them.”

Jisung laughs and leans to kiss your neck as you lean your head back. You furrow your brows as he sucks gently at your skin. You think about telling him to be careful about making a mark, but then realize you don’t really care. “That feels good.” 

“Does it?” Jisung smiles on your skin and kisses up your neck, to your ear, causing you to laugh into another moan.

“Yes…”

He grins and kisses down your neck, this time towards your chest, as your fingers glide along his back with a whine, pushing your thighs together at the feeling of arousal. 

Jisung turns his head towards the movement, seeing your legs rub together as he bites at his bottom lip, before sliding his hand down your waist and to your thigh and inward.

You gasp, feeling his middle finger slide between your folds, making you tighten your legs together.

He smirks a bit at your sounds as he moves his hand and parts your legs so he can reach you better. 

You run a hand over your face, before looking down at him as he rests his lips on your ribs, his middle finger sliding into you carefully.

Jisung raises a brow to how wet you feel, he isn’t sure you’ve been this wet before when he’s touched you before. “You must really like it.” 

Laughing, you bite at the heel of your hand gently. “You’ve gotten very very good at foreplay and dirty talk, Jisung.”

He laughs softly and presses a kiss to your stomach, working his way down the bed to lay between your legs, before looking back up at you. “I didn’t think anything I said was very dirty.” 

Shaking your head, you look down at him as he thrusts his finger further into you, and you lift your hips with a moan. Jisung slides his tongue over your folds, the moment your hips are level with his face, causing you to lose your breath and gasping out what you were going to say. “Maybe that...that was the wr-ong wo-oord.” 

Jisung smiles and does as you told him before, parting your folds with his lips and tongue, teasing your clit as you close your eyes and squirm under him slightly, feeling yourself getting close to your high. “Jisung...oh my god, baby. I’m gonna cum.”

Hearing you say that, he tries harder to make that a reality, sending you over the edge as he sucks lightly and gently at your clit, making you cry out softly. 

Waiting a moment while you roll your hips, before he slides his finger out. Jisung leaves his lips against you, before removing his finger and sliding his tongue down to your entrance, to collect a bit of your orgasm on his tongue with a groan.

You moan softly and glance down at him, before reaching out for him. 

Meeting your eyes, Jisung reaches out to take your hand and slides back up the bed towards you, pressing his lips to yours.

You lace your fingers through his hair, at the nape of his neck, keeping him close as your other hand slides down his side, to his hip and inward towards his length.

Fingertips grazing him, Jisung groans on your lips and pulls back from the kiss with a smile. “If you touch me too much, I won’t last...I never do when you touch me.” 

You smile and circle your thumb over the tip of his cock, causing his mouth to drop open as you nod. “It’s okay...are you sure you want to do this? I mean, with me?”

Jisung’s eyes meet yours as he tilts his head, his hand moving to wrap around your wrist to take your hand from him. You wonder if he had changed his mind, but instead he brings your hand to his lips and kisses your palm, before he reaches for the condom on the mattress to put it in your hand. “There’s no one else I would want it to be with.”

You wrap your fingers barely around the foil square and nod, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips, before sliding from him to sit up slightly as he sits against the headboard, watching you. Tearing the condom open, you gently stroke Jisung once with one hand as you roll the condom down his length with the other, checking his expression to make sure he was still okay. 

Jisung groans to your touch, slightly lifting his hips as you roll the condom down his shaft. Furrowing his brows, he looks to you slightly for direction, not wanting to look as nervous as he felt, but you could tell.

Smiling sweetly at him, running your fingers over his thighs, you lay back down and gesture your head back. “Come here, baby.” 

He nods and moves to lay between your legs, resting his hips to yours, gasping softly to the warmth between your legs as his cock rests against your folds. He felt the instinct to grind against you, but resists as he feels you reach between the two of you, as you lift one of your legs to rest your knee against his hip. 

“Just go slow and do what feels comfortable for you.”

Jisung laughs softly at your words, and you look up at him with a questioning smile. He shakes his head and smiles. “Nothing, just I think it’s supposed to go the other way.”

Using your free hand, you run your thumb over his cheek and lean to kiss his lips, speaking on his lips, “That’s not always true, baby. I’m going to feel good no matter what, and if anything hurts, I’ll tell you.” 

Jisung swallows hard and smiles on your lips, before resting his head on your forehead. He puts his hand with yours as you both guide his head to your entrance.

You take your hand away, letting him take control as you feel him enter you, stretching you slowly. Moaning softly, you press your lips together, trying to control yourself as Jisung groans and furrows his brow at the feeling as he finally enters you completely. 

His hands move back to the bed to steady himself as he stays still for a moment, getting used to how tight you feel around him. It was different from his hand, your hand, or your mouth. It was infinitely better. Eyes closed, Jisung leans to put his head against the crook of your neck, pressing his lips there softly as he mutters, “You feel so good, so warm.” 

Smiling, you take a breath and nod as your hands move his hips, urging him to move some.

Taking your lead, Jisung begins to rock his hips, thrusting into you, slowly but steadily. You try to hold back a moan, but Jisung leans back to look down at you finally and smiles, shaking his head. “Don’t be quiet, you know I like it. Please?” 

Your cheeks flush to his words, and you can’t help but bite at your bottom lip at his words and his movement as he tries to be a bit bolder, moving a bit deeper as he brings his hips closer to yours. Gasping into a moan, you close your eyes and dig your nails into his skin at his hips, causing Jisung to moan out, furrowing his brows.

“Good?” 

Nodding, you lift your hips to meet his thrusts with a whine, as he almost loses his breath to how good it all feels. Your walls seem to pulse around him, gripping him tighter with every second, with every thrust. Jisung’s picks up speed, his mouth dropping open as he feels his own climax coming on, almost without much warning. “I...oh my god. Babe..I..” 

You start to tell him it’s okay and to cum, but you don’t get a chance as he groans out your name, against your ear, cumming hard into you and filling the condom. His arms give out as he lays on you on his elbows, to stop him from hurting you. You moan in pleasure as your hands slide from his hips, up his back, as his thrusts slow to a stop. 

Jisung groans and moves his hands back up on the bed, looking down at you as you smile up at him. “Did I hurt you?”

You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “Not at all. Are you okay?”

Nodding quickly, Jisung glances down between you, almost as if he is afraid to pull from you.

“It’s okay. Just go slow. Hold the condom, and you can take it off and throw it away.” 

He nods and does as you suggest, rolling from you off the bed and throwing the condom away, before sitting back down on the bed. His back is to you as he runs his fingers through his hair, catching his breath.

Biting your lip, you move to your knees and move to sit behind him, putting your arms around him and kissing his neck. “Are you happy?” 

Unable to keep his smile from you, Jisung grins and laughs. “Very...that was incredible. Did I do okay?”

You kiss his cheek and laugh a bit. “More than okay. It was perfect. I love you, Jisung.” 

Jisung turns to the side of the bed and pulls you into his arms at your words, pressing his lips to yours as he pushes your hair behind your ear. “I love you too, like a lot.” 

Pulling him back on the bed, you let him hold you as you rest your cheek on his chest, and his fingers play with your hair. You knew you should get cleaned up, but it felt too nice to just be in bliss and in his arms for just a while longer. 

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I loved that Yedam scenario 🥺 you're writing is so good, can I request fluff 4 and 12 for Doyoung? Thank you in advance 💕

cute face ★ doyoung

↳ a/n: awe thank you sweetheart! and of course you can, i love writing for dobby >_< ↳ request: 4. “maybe you could stay? just for tonight?“, 12. “you’re lucky that you’re cute.“ ↳ genre: fluff, established relationship, both idols ↳ warnings: none ↳ word count: 955 ; scenario

The one thing you were eternally grateful to Doyoung about was the fact that he always made time for you. Even if you were both busy with your own comebacks, TV appearances and such, he made sure to dedicate at least one night a month for whatever you wanted to do.

So when one night rolled around and he asked if you were free and if you could cut practice just a bit early to spend time with him, you knew there wasn’t any way you would say no. Begging your manager wasn’t too hard, just the promise to buy coffee for the next week and showing him you had already memorized the new choreography for the group's comeback. He knew how whipped you were for your boyfriend and quite frankly found it endearing how you were still so close despite your busy schedules.

When you arrived at his dorm, the sun hadn’t set just yet, the light illuminating the kitchen and into the living room where the TV displayed the striking red Netflix logo along with a list of movies and dramas.

Doyoung’s hand never left your own as he led you to the couch, “How are you? Did you eat?” being the only words that came from his lips.

“I’m good, sweetie, and yes I ate lunch but haven’t had anything since.” It was an answer you gave many times before, as you normally hung out with Doyoung at night, you never really had time to eat something between lunch and going to visit him.

“Let me make you something,” He started to get up, gesturing to the TV and the fluffy blankets next to him, “I figured we could watch some movies or that one drama you’ve been really wanting to see, so how about some popcorn?”

There wasn’t much time to object - not that you would have in the first place - as he was already halfway into the kitchen, the sound of the microwave going and the start of popping beginning to fill the empty air. As that was cooking, you saw a door open and Jihoon walked out, his hair messy from laying on his pillow but his eyes were bright as if he hadn’t just awoken from a nap.

“Ooh, movie time? What are we watching?” He nearly sprinted towards the couch, jumping with a plop onto the cushion next to you and laying his head dramatically on your shoulder. Jihoon loved messing with you, and even more so teasing Doyoung, so every moment that he could butt in between you two was a moment gone unwasted.

“Hey! This is our night, you can’t join!” Doyoung set the bowl of popcorn down, one arm pulling you into him and slightly away from Jihoon. Laughing, you nodded, agreeing with your boyfriend before crossing your arms and leaning back into Doyoung’s chest, which now slightly shook from suppressing a laugh.

“Sorry, Ji, but we have very pressing matters, like watching a bunch of zombies take over a high school and being devastated when not all of the main characters make it.” It was a drama you had been wanting to watch since it came out, and what better way to watch a potentially fear filled show than with Doyoung?

Jihoon stood up with a humph, looking between you and Doyoung before finally letting his shoulders droop in defeat. “Fine,” He sighed, starting to walk back to his room, “But you better not spoil it for me or I’ll put shaving cream in your shampoo.”

As soon as the door clicked shut, you felt a pair of lips on the tip of your nose, your face heating up when Doyoung pulled back from planting the kiss there. He came up with so many interesting ways of kissing you, from the back of your hand, the top of your head, and even brilliantly (or so he calls it) suggesting the upside down Spiderman kiss, which surprisingly went off smoothly without anyone losing a tooth or a bloody nose.

The kiss to the tip of your nose was probably one of your favorites, though. It was so intimate yet so casual to Doyoung and you couldn’t help but bury your face into his neck, loving the smell of his fruity cologne that buried itself into your senses.

“You do know that the series is twelve episodes, and we probably won’t finish it tonight?” You spoke as you maneuvered yourself to be laying into Doyoung’s side, one of his arms around your waist and keeping you close to him while the other one held the bowl of popcorn. Looking up at him, you saw a small glint in his eyes and almost predicted what came next.

“Maybe you could stay?” Doyoung’s voice trailed off at the last syllable, his lips sort of forming a pout as he inquired into the idea of staying up all night with him. You definitely had practice the next day, but no appearances or anything of utmost importance, you couldn’t say the same for Doyoung though.

It was as if he sensed your oncoming rejection, because he leaned forward, pressing kisses to every available space on your face that he could in the hopes of convincing you. “Just for tonight? I know I have a schedule tomorrow but it isn’t until the afternoon.”

Damn him and his kisses. He knew you couldn’t resist him, and you knew that as well, so you sighed, curling your legs up underneath you and grabbing the remote. A small smile pulled at your lips as you found the drama, pressing play on the first episode and laying on your boyfriend’s chest, but not before muttering your defeat.

“You’re lucky that you’re cute, Kim Doyoung.”

[itsallyscorner]

hey. can u do part 2 to the’ Being a High School Student on A Marvel Set’? :)

💌

Period Buddies

Pairing: platonic!Sebastian Stan x teen!reader, platonic!Anthony Mackie x teen!reader

Summary: I’m currently on my period so I wrote this to help me cope:) Basically Anthony and Seb being the biggest and supportive guys to you during your period:)

Warnings: Umm not much, some mentions of blood and periods.

Hello my love!💞 Thank you for the request! I was actually planning on making another ‘High School student’ fic with the Marvel cast, so I decided to use that idea for this request! I hope you like it🥰 Also sorry I haven’t uploaded a fic in a while; I was lacking motivation to write and school was pretty hectic😭 Thank you for your patience my loves x

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fluturaș - little butterfly

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You were laid out along your couch in your trailer, a fluffy Sherpa blanket wrapped around you and your head resting atop two soft pillows. You were laid on your stomach, the pressure of the couch slightly helping with the stinging pain in your lower abdomen. Your geography teacher was teaching via Zoom, though your laptop was on the coffee table that was inches away from you; knowing you weren’t feeling your best, you’ve decided to stay on the couch for school and moved the table closer to the couch so everything was within your reach. You had been lazily taking notes—or attempting to with the remaining energy you could muster up.

You had been surprised by the devil himself when you woke up earlier today at around six in the morning. You knew your monthly was coming; with the constant cravings, body aches, and the newly developed pimple gracing your face, your period was around the corner. And you were right, a dark red stain was splotched onto your white floral bedsheets when you woke up today. What a way to start the morning.

Yes, no woman ever felt their best during their period. You were always bloated, hungry, and blood was constantly flowing out of you, yet you were still expected to show up to both work and school. Not to mention, the pain you were currently enduring was making it really difficult for you to to focus on anything. Your teacher’s voice seemed to fade into the background as your body was blinded with the stabbing pain in your lower abdomen. You may have been overreacting, but everything just hurt.

Geography was your midway class, meaning that you were halfway through your school day. Which also meant that you were soon to be called to set. You had a lunch break and some time to do your homework, but either way you still had to get to set. Usually you’d be antsy to get the school day over with, practically buzzing to get to get into your costume and do some stunts with your two favorite guys on set. Although today was different, the thought of heading to set and being active felt dreadful. You just wanted to curl up into a ball, snuggle into your Sherpa blanket, and take a well deserved nap.

Your teacher’s voice was interrupted by a knock on your door. Already knowing who it was, you let out a faint “come in” to the two men outside your trailer. A second passes before your trailer’s door slowly opens and Anthony’s head pops from behind it. His sparkling yet dark brown eyes and toothy grin etched onto his friendly features. Sebastian pops up behind him, an equally wide smile on his face as he wiggled a white take away box in the air.

“What’s up buttercup.” They cheerfully greet you.

Though both of the men’s smiles drop once they see you bundled up on the couch. Anthony fully enters your trailer, Sebastian following suit. Approaching your little set up, Anthony glances at your laptop.

“Isn’t your camera on? Did your teacher allow you to attend school like this?” He asks you. He knew you were a responsible kid and had no troubles keeping up with your education. But that’s the thing, you were still a kid. Having kids of his own, he knew how unmotivated children can get in the middle of the school year and the laziness that came along with it. Seeing you lounging on the couch while your teacher was lecturing was just a bit concerning for him.

You stiffly nod, “My camera’s off. I just don’t feel good.”

The last sentence catches both of the grown men’s attention. Sebastian rounds the corner of the coffee table and hovers over you, observing your face. He softly places the back of his hand onto your forehead, checking for any alarming warmth.

“You’re a bit warm, but it’s probably because of the blanket.” He mutters, choosing to sit on the arm rest of the couch. “You alright, fluturaș?” He looks down at you in concern, lips tilting down into a small frown.

Anthony had settled beside your feet, one of his arms using your ankles as an arm rest. Strangely enough his arm brought you comfort instead of adding to the ache in your legs.

“I’m just—I’m on my period.” You mumbled in response. You wait for the awkward tension to build but it never came. You glance at the two men and see the realization settle in them.

“And I have really bad cramps at the moment, that it’s just hard to do anything. So I decided to stay on the couch today.” You explain with a slight shrug. They didn’t understand the pain you were going through, but they understood what you meant. While the both of them had female friends and what not, they were somewhat aware of what you were going through.

Anthony claps his hands to his thighs, “Alright, it’s ok to give yourself some rest. You just relax and listen to whatever your teacher’s going on about.” He motions to your laptop and continues, “Is there anything we can do to help you?”

While taking down notes, you momentarily glance at them, “No it’s fine, you guys already brought me food. Thanks, by the way.”

They didn’t want to leave you alone, you were clearly not feeling well and they both wanted to do something. They couldn’t do anything about the pain from your menstrual cycle, but they can help distract you from the pain.

“No, we’re gonna help you. Have you eaten ever since breakfast? I’ll spoon feed you if I have to.” Sebastian insists. You thought he was joking, but when you looked at his face he was serious.

“I had a brownie—wait, aren’t you guys supposed to be filming?” You question the both of them.

“Something went wrong on set so now we have a few hours or something till they figure it out.” Anthony answers, scrolling through his phone. He abruptly stands up to his feet and heads towards the door. You and Seb send him a questioning look.

“I’ll be back.” With that he pulls your door open and jogs out, leaving you and Sebastian in your trailer. You decide to tune back into your class, resuming to take down notes from the slides your teacher shared. Suddenly, a large hand gets in the way of your notebook.

“Gimme that.” Sebastian takes the pencil and notebook from you, placing them on his lap and staring at your screen. His eyes scan the PowerPoint, looking for the part you left off on. He hums when he finds it and began to write the notes himself.

“What are you doing?” You raise a brow at him, scanning his appearance. He was dressed in Bucky’s clothes, minus the black and gold ‘metal’ arm. He was still sat on the arm rest, slightly slouching so he could bend down to use his lap as a table.

“I’m doing your notes for you.” He answers nonchalantly. He motions to the white take away box on your coffee table, “Eat your lunch, I got this.”

You hesitate to sit up, feeling bad that Sebastian was doing your notes. Though, he did insist on doing it and you weren’t feeling your best. After an internal argument with yourself, you decided to let it slide and let Sebastian do your notes. Besides, he looked like he was enjoying taking notes on agriculture regions and the different types of farming.

“Are you sure, Seb?” You ask him again, slowly sitting up on the couch. He responds with a distracted ‘mhm’, his eyes focused on your notebook and his tongue sticking out in concentration. You quietly thank him and get up to use the bathroom.

While you were gone doing your business, Anthony had entered your trailer again. This time he had a plate full of brownies, a medium sized cup of ice cream from the vending machine, and one of those red hot water bottles in his arms.

“Where’s the kid?” He balances the things in his arms while carefully placing the plate of brownies onto your coffee table. Anthony locates your mini fridge and stores the ice cream in the freezer.

“Bathroom.” Sebastian acknowledged, still focused on writing the notes correctly in your notebook. He made sure to write neatly and copy the way you organized your notes. Saving you the hassle of missing out on important parts of the lesson and from decoding his personally sloppy writing.

Anthony empties his pockets to reveal more of your favorite snacks from crafties and the vending machine. “So...what are you doing?”

“I’m in geography class.” Anthony snorts at his friend before taking a look at your laptop screen, “And what are y’all learning in geography class?”

“Pastoral nomadism.” Seb bluntly answers. With his arms now free of the items he brought, Anthony decided to tidy up your couch. He folded your blanket neatly, fluffed your pillows, and made space for Seb to actually sit on the couch.

“What the hell is pastoral nomadism?” Anthony thought out loud.

“It’s when people travel from place to place with domesticated animals. It’s usually practiced in dry land climates.” Sebastian explains, eyes never faltering from the screen or your notebook. Anthony let’s out a sound of approval at Seb’s explanation. When he was done cleaning up your couch, he took the white take away box and headed to your kitchen. Emptying the contents of the container onto one of your plates, heating the food up for you.

You walk into the kitchen section of your trailer, shutting the bathroom door behind you. A delicious aroma lingers in the air, your nose picks up on the smell, sending it straight to your stomach. In response, your stomach lets out a low growl, making Anthony snicker at you.

“I’m heating up the food.” Anthony mentions as you pass by him. You thank him with a small smile as he gently nudges his shoulder against yours.

“Want me to make tea or something? I heard it helps reduce the cramps.” You raise a brow at him amusingly, “Where’d you hear that?”

“I read it on Google. You know, research, gotta make sure our girl’s comfortable.” He proudly tells you. Your heart warms at the fact that both him and Seb were willingly helping you while you were in pain. The microwave dings catching both yours and Anthony’s attention.

As he gingerly takes the plate out he asks you, “You wanna eat at the table or the couch.”

“The couch, I still wanna listen in on the lesson.” For a moment you forgot that you were supposed to still be at school, taking notes, and listening to your teacher teach the lesson. You enter the living room and sit next to Seb, who’s hand was digging into your pencil case.

“Want me to take over?”

“Nah, I got it, I’m too invested to stop. Which one?” He held up three of your highlighters, one was light blue, another was a peachy pink, and the other was a typical yellow highlighter. You grin, picking the peachy pink one. He tosses the other two back into your pencil case and uncaps the highlighter. While your teacher wraps up class, he began to highlight the new terms from today’s class.

“Here ya go.” Anthony sang; grabbing a pillow, placing it onto your lap, and carefully setting the plate of chicken teriyaki fried rice on top of it. You happily thank him and began to dig in. He slumps onto the couch beside you, “Tell me if you need anything else. I’ve got ice cream in the freezer, brownies, a hot water bottle, and a whole box of tea.” He throws his arm around your shoulder, letting it rest against the back of the couch.

You pause your eating, pouting at the two men beside you, “You guys really don’t have to do this. But I appreciate it so much, thank you.”

Seb looks at you over his shoulder, sending you a sweet smile, “Anything to make you happy, fluturaș.”

Anthony squeezes your shoulder, “Anytime munchkin, starting today till you’re not a ketchup packet anymore, Seb and I’ll be your period buddies.”

You snort shaking your head at him, “Again, I appreciate it Ant, but please don’t call yourselves period buddies.”

“What’s wrong with period buddies? You’re on your period and we’re all a bunch of buddies. It makes perfect sense!” Anthony reasoned defensively. Seb looks at the both of you over his shoulder again, “I like period buddies.”

“See! Thank you.” You playfully rolled your eyes at the two. “Fine, period buddies it is.”

Your geography teacher wraps the lesson up and ends the Zoom call. Seb shuts your notebook and puts it to the side. Clapping his hands, he asks you, “Alright, what class do we have next?”

“Calculus.” You smirk, followed by the groans of Anthony and Sebastian filling your trailer.

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Kinktober day Eleven

Nesting, breeding, winter rut/heat- Alpha Werewolf Aizawa x Omega reader.

(I do not own Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead. Horikoshi Kohei does. If this isn’t your cup of tea, blend of spices or brew of coffee, move on.)

Tw: ABO Dynamics, Omega in Heat, size kink,

Wc: 960

Your eyes widened as you felt your heat grow closer as the weather outside got colder and the last leaves of fall were falling off the branches of the trees outside. Your alpha was still at work at the main building of the school that he worked out but he would be back that afternoon. You got up from your place on the couch and went to the nesting room that was attached to the main room of the teacher’s dormitory. You pulled the large blankets and pillows down from the closet and began to make a nest in the far corner of the room. You began by laying out some floor pillows and covering them with a fluffy blanket. You then began to build up the walls of your nest when you heard the door of the dorm open and close. You sniffed the air and purred. Your boyfriend was home early because of the full moon. You left the nesting room to go greet him. He was taking his boots off when he looked up to see you.

“Hey there, kitten.” He spoke and stood up to give you a kiss on the head. He caught a whiff of your scent and he buried his nose in your neck. “Your heat is close. Did you begin nesting?” He asked. You nodded and pulled him behind you to the nesting room. “Need you to scent it before tonight.” You responded. He chuckled and followed you. You had him sit down across from the nest as you finished the walls of your nest and climbed in it. You invited him in and he laid his yellow sleeping bag out on the floor of the nest and climbed inside of it. He pulled you close and stroked your hair. “You know what’s going to happen tonight, right?” He asked you. You nodded and kissed his head. “You’re gonna transform into a werewolf and that’s ok.” You reminded him. He smiled and rubbed your back. “I need you to tell me it’s ok for me to help you with your heat. You know that I’m close to my rut too and how my mind gets even with the potion.” He spoke. “It’s ok, Shouta. I’m alright with it.” You told him.

“Thank you, kitten. I’m tired after work. Let’s take a nap before tonight, ok?” He suggested. You agreed and cuddled into him before the both of you fell asleep.

You woke up way after the sun had gone down and Aizawa was gone. You sat up in a panic only to see him sitting in the middle of the room, his breathing was steady but he was hunched over himself. He was in direct contact with moonlight and he let out grunts of pain as he began to transform. You watched from the safety of your nest as his hair grew a little longer, his nails and teeth sharpening themselves to a point, a pair of wolf ears emerging from his head, a fluffy wolf tail coming out of the back of his shirt, and his eyes glowing a bright yellow as he stared at you from his spot in the room. You glanced over at the door and saw that it was locked. You looked back and saw him standing up on his feet, he had grown a whole foot taller which made him tower over you. You felt your face flush bright red as he knelt in front of the nest and one of his paws pull you closer to him. He let out a low growl that made your slick seep through your shorts and drip onto the towels below you. Your Alpha boyfriend hovered over your neck before he bit down hard to leave a mark.

“Mine.” He growled into your ear before he picked you up in one hand and climbed into the nest. He laid you out in his sleeping bag and pulled your clothes off roughly. He kissed your neck as he slid his thick cock into you. You moaned out as his girth spread you out wide and his knot pushed against your entrance before going in with a wet pop. You moaned out again as you got settled on his cock before he thrusted into you. You loved being bred and fucked by your Alpha. You even hoped one day to bear him a litter of pups. You let out a string of moans as the head of his cock poked up into the lower part of your stomach every time he thrusted into your soaking pussy. The both of you reached your first climax of many that night and he made sure you were still alive by licking your cheek. You looked up at him and stroked his arm with your hand. “I’m…ok, Shouta… I just feel… amazing.” You slurred out. You heard his tail thump against the floor of the nest as he was happy that you were ok.

“I’m glad you’re alright, kitten. Ready for round two?” He asked. You nodded and he began to thrust more. You arched your back and clamped down on his cock and he released his knot into you and pulled out. He found a towel to clean the both of you up with and he laid down next to you and held you close before he fell asleep next to you. You were wrapped in a blanket of bliss and you soon slept too. The end.

[stray-kids-react]

Spring Showers & Autumn Breezes

Pairing - Felix x Noona Reader (By a year)

Genre - Fluff, Smut, Friends to lovers.

Warnings - Suggestive Dialogue, Virgin reader, Slight spit kink, Mostly vanilla, Female receiving oral, Soft Dom Lix, I got hella carried away.

Masterlist

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6 months ago

You were always a perfect student who never had time to focus on making friends or hanging out with people after school. You always had your nose in a book thanks to the constant orders to only focus on studying by your parents.

You graduated early and inherited your father's business, becoming one of the youngest business owners in Korea. This intimidated many people, some of your customers and employers not even being able to look you in the eyes.

But one day when you took over as cash due to an emergency a pregnant employee had. The song God's menu played across the speakers in your store, you enjoyed Stray Kids' music it made you feel free and not have to build up any walls.

You were bouncing along to the Chorus in your 6 inch heels, restocking the bottles of perfume behind the counter.

"Excuse me?" A familiar deep voice called, the freckled idol smiled at you once you turned around.

It was Lee Felix from Stray Kids, holding two of your personal favorite colognes in his hands. They were your favorite ever since your father first let you sample them when you were thirteen. They weren't strong and one smelled like a cool autumn breeze while the other smelled like spring showers.

"Just the two?" You asked, bagging them gently in a paper bag.

You hoped that the idol didn't notice your awkward and stiff dancing as you stocked the shelf behind you. But the soft smile that stayed on his lips said otherwise.

"Aren't you the owner of this business?" He asked, looking at your name tag which was the only one with a last name...the same last name that matched the businesses.

"Yeah, I inherited it from my father. I'm covering for a cashier at the moment. But I don't mind, it's rarely ever busy in here." You answered, adjusting the already tight ponytail you've kept up for the whole day.

"This store is actually one of my favorites. I love the plushie selection here, they are all relatively cheap." Felix

You softly chuckled at his love for the child like items, secretly knowing that he had a love for plushies. Felix was your bias, his sunshine like and free spirit personality always caught your attention. You knew it was due to the fact that you were the complete opposite of him.

"My personal favorite is the No Face plush we have on the top shelf." You reveal, catching his bright gaze.

He shyly grinned at your gaze, almost as if he was waiting for you to finally open up a bit and relax. Felix has visited the store many times, only seeing you come out of your office once or twice... And each time you had a cold expression and had this unapproachable wall built around you.

"Would you like your receipt with it?" You asked, slowly beginning to crawl back into your shell.

"No, but I would like to see you more often." Felix murmured, sliding you a piece of paper with his number scribbled on with a pink pen.

Before you could even reply, the bright younger idol already had a foot out of the door. You had just gotten your biases number... What the hell were you going to do or say if you even called or texted him.

Two months ago

"Lee Felix, is that my coat?" You question, a serious gaze in your eyes as you crossed your arms.

"I'm sorry Noona... It's just so comfy." He whines, tucking his cold hands into the pockets of your VERY expensive coat.

Ever since Felix has been beginning to visit you, he always seems to either steal your clothes or your snacks. You weren't too fond of his new habits and wanted your clothes returned since you barely had any left in your closet.

"Okay okay okay... You can have the coat but you must return my Hello Kitty hoodie tomorrow." You demanded, ruffling his chocolate brown locks.

He rested his head on your lap as you sat down next to him, his arms latched around your waist as he snuggled in closer. You weren't used to affection at all, the closest thing you got to it throughout your life was a pat on the back and a high five.

"You're such a pain sometimes." You sigh, cautiously raking through his hair which caused him to smile.

"Two things, you wouldn't invite me over if I was such a pain. And how am I a pain if I just cuddle you the whole time and chat." He countered, a sly glimmer brushing over his tapioca pearl eyes.

"You steal my stuff all the time." You explain, pointing at your coat which he was currently wrapped in.

"I don't steal everything."

"Name five things."

"Fine, your cat."

"You have joked about stealing him."

"Your food."

"You do all the time Lix."

"....... Oh! I've got one! Ha!"

"Fine, tell me then... I'm sure you're wrong."

"Your sex toys."

You gasped out loud, slapping his arms countless times as he laughed by how red your face turned. He never told you knowing you'd get embarrassed, but he found your bucket of toys last time he visited when he was searching for your extra fluffy blanket to take a cat nap in.

"How many did you see?" You asked, your tone much softer and bordering on shy sounding.

"Enough to know that you're a sub who has a lot of kinks." He teased, winking playfully as he was adoring you bashful state.

Felix found himself admiring your bashful state a bit too much, almost finding it cute by how blushy you were from the topic. He felt an urge to kiss your flaming cheeks, but held back not knowing if you'd take his feelings too well.

"I'll let you keep the Hello Kitty sweater if you never mention my sex toys again." You reason, slightly taken aback when you realize how long he's been staring at you.

Felix nodded, feeling slightly bad for making you so shy. But he made up for his teasing with a soft yet tight hug, still smelling of the cologne he bought when you first met. This time it was just the autumn breeze, which brought you a wave of comfort you weren't used to and never felt before.

1 week ago

You've found yourself admiring everything Felix did, to the way he pouted playfully when you rejected a hug or to the way his tone changed when you were feeling down. Everything about this man made your heart go into a frenzy, and you had no idea anyone was capable of doing this.

You've grown attached to Felix and feel lonely when he isn't with you, you've even considered asking him to move in with you.

"Hello? Earth to y/n." Felix commented, breaking you out of your lovesick gaze.

"Sorry, I'm just really tired from work." You half ways lied, truthfully tired but secretly just admiring the natural beauty of your close friend.

He smiled softly, brushing away some of the loose strands of hair that covered your face. His hands were always so warm and gentle, acting as if your were made of glass that could shatter at any moment. Any time he touched you it either warmed your heart or created a small pool in your panties.

"Why don't I tuck you into bed, and we can watch something till you fall asleep." Felix reassured, a hushed voice but the deepness still present during certain words.

You were in an oversized shirt with small lacy panties, Felix admired your beauty but didn't see it as sexual tension or sexual period. He just found you gorgeous no matter what you did or what you wore. And has even felt sexual tension with you more than once, but that was a different time and place than it was at the moment.

You didn't need to watch anything to fall asleep with Felix wrapped behind you. His voice alone was enough for you to completely destress and feel the hard work you've been doing finally catch up to you.

You were passed out asleep so you didn't notice Felix placing fluttering kisses all over your cheeks before he fell asleep wrapped around you. His head completely nuzzle into the crook of your neck, every hot breath he let out fanned onto your skin.

You woke up the next morning cold, not realizing you were missing a warm presence you never knew was even there. The moment you opened your eyes you were met with a warm dish of pancakes and a small note

'I had to leave for work but I didn't have the heart to wake you up. Enjoy the food - Felix.'

You giggled into the pillow next to you, fully aware that you were head over heels for the younger Aussie. You never thought you'd be attracted to someone younger until you met him, but you didn't mind since it was only by a year. You smushed your blushing face into his pillow, taking in the scent of the spring breeze cologne.

Now

It was hot outside, so much so that you thought you were going to melt into the couch. You didn't think Felix would be home until tomorrow when it was supposed to be cooler outside, so you stayed in your underwear and bra while sitting in front of the fan. Your hair and body were soaked from the cold shower you just took, and you knew if he walked in it would look rather... Sensual.

"Y/n, I know I'm home early but I brought cak-" Felix exclaimed, stopping mid sentence once he saw you and nearly dropped the cake.

You would've covered yourself with a blanket if it weren't for the fact that all of them were in a basket in your room since it was so warm out. You weren't in any lingerie or anything fancy, just a pink bra and cute heart panties. Which somehow made it worse for Felix.

"Why do you always do this?" Felix sighed rushing to the kitchen to place the cake in the fridge.

You were confused as to what you did, knowing you rarely ever show skin on purpose unless it comes to a situation like this where you would pass out from the heat if you wore something too thick. So you followed Felix to the kitchen, not really caring that you still had bare minimum on.

"What do I do?" You ask, your tone was serious but on the inside you were worried you annoyed the man you secretly adored.

"You tease me." He retorted, still confusing you since you again... Never purposely do.

"What do yo-"

"Y/n, you're in your underwear with wet hair and still slightly wet skin while sitting on the couch squirming in front of the fan. And yesterday you bent over me so your chest was literally in my face when you were reaching for a book you wanted to read. I like you a lot... And it takes every ounce of sanity in me to not take you right then and there. And when you cuddle into me during movie nights, or call me Lixie, or laugh at the lamest joke that no else is laughing at, or the way you scrunch your nose when you are annoyed... It makes me want to call you mine and I just want to kiss every inch of you and dose you in love. And it's hard when I truly don't know if you feel the same. "

"Lix I-"

"And you are so damn hard to read, one day you're all over me and the next you barely even give me a glance. And plus you probably don't want to date someone who's younger than you, your friends have even told me that and listed the men you have been with... Which have all been older than you. "

"Felix-"

"But it's hard to stay silent and act like I don't see you as a goddess who I want to be with and be called her boyfriend. Especially when you always wear strawberry chapstick and apply it to your already soft lips. And when you let out a sigh and completely let go whenever I hug you. Or how you can never sleep without holding onto something so you've gotten used to holding me, Instead of your stuffed No Face plushie that I bought you the day after I first met you.

"Yongbok-"

"Goddammit I love you, I love you so much and if I'm being honest I don't know if I can keep pretending like I'm alright just being you're friend or-"

Before he passes out from ranting so much you shut him up in a very satisfying way. You kissed the lips you've been craving for the past six months, and they felt better meshing with yours than you ever imagined. His hands were shaking for all of the built up emotions he just let out seconds ago, but you didn't stop kissing him until he got to calm down and realize you loved him too.

"Lixie, I love you too. And I would love to be your girlfriend." You murmured in a hushed tone, only inches away from his face as you both were still holding onto each other.

His eyes flickered down to your lips, a small playful glint sparkling in them when they reconnected once more. But a new wave a confidence was in this kiss, he cornered you against the counter as he began to nibble on your lip.

You've been with many guys before, but none of them have ever seen you naked or had sex with you. The farthest you have gone with someone was with your ex boyfriend Jaebum, who was your first makeout session and taught you how to use your tongue like a professional porn star.

Felix began leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw line and neck, only stopping to suck and bite on sensitive spots of your flesh. Painting purple and red marks along your neck and collarbone. Just as his lips were diving into the valley of your breasts, he stopped himself and looked up at you.

"Are you okay with this. Because we can stop at anytime." He reassured, brushing away the wet pieces of hair that stuck to your face.

Everything felt fast and many people would think it was too soon, but you felt so comfortable with Felix and have had feelings for him since you first met. So it felt right, and your heart didn't feel any bit of anxiety when it came to letting Felix take you.

"I'm alright with it, but can we go to the bedroom?" You teased, not wanting your first time to be a serious fifty shades esc time.

He beamed you a kind smiles, lacing his hands with yours as he guided you to your bedroom. Which was lightly messy but still comfortable and tidy enough to not be considered gross. Felix detached from your grip to shut the dark curtains and close the door behind you.

"B-before we continue... Can I tell you something if you promise not to tease me?" You ask, a bit ashamed that your a virgin even though it wasn't uncommon for someone your age who is still considered quite young.

Felix nodded gently, his hands stroking up and down your arms as he waited for you to confess what you were hesitant on telling him.

"I'm a virgin... I haven't even been eaten out before." You sigh, not looking up at his eyes even though he didn't find it lame in the slightest.

"Don't be ashamed of it y/n, it just means I'll have to make it more special." He whispered, his lips pressing soft fluttering kisses to your cheeks as his hands roamed your back.

With that knowledge in mind, Felix rushed to the bathroom to steal the candles and rose petals you always store for your saturday bubble bath routine. He lit two on each bedside table and sprinkled a few rose petals across the bed and pillows.

Felix took your hand as he sat on the edge of the bed, guiding you onto his lap as he grinned at your softly. His tongue peeked out of his lips to wet them, before he pressed them against your once more. This time it still had the same confidence but it was much softer and slower. As if he wanted to take his time with you and make it memorable.

You bit his bottom lips lightly testing the waters to see if you were allowed permission, he groaned as your hips grinded against his growing erection. You didn't even realize what you were doing to him until he pushed your core closer to his clothed cock. The bulge in his jeans grinding against your clothed clit deliciously.

Your tongues were clashing in each other's mouth messily, you would suck on his tongue briefly as his licked striped on the roof of your mouth. You were whispering in the kiss, beginning to rut against him to enhance the euphoric feeling that made your clit begin to throb.

"Do want to feel something even better sweetheart?" He teased, bucking his hips into yours making you fall into him.

Felix flipped you over, stripping away his shirt and jeans. You've never seen him shirtless before, and truly was a heavenly sight with his gorgeous slim yet very toned body and matched with strong dancer thighs. Before he could ask for permission, you sat up slightly, unbuckling your bra and throwing it onto the floor. You both went in for a feverish kiss, both of you groaning and whimpering as you rutted against each other like bitches in heat.

He began to kiss down your neck, reaching the valley of your breasts until his lips hovered over your right nipple. He spit a small drop of saliva onto the erupt bud, before he engulfed it with his lips. Swirling it in circles it his tongue before letting go of it completely with a small pop.

You could feel the wetness in your core begin stain your panties. You moaned airily, running your fingers through his hair as he payed the same attention to your left nipple. He softly grazed his teeth across the very tip of the erect bud only to chuckle softly as let out a desperate moan that went straight to his throbbing bulge.

Felix began kissing his way down your tummy, sometimes switching between giving small kitty licks as he reached closer to where you needed him most. His fingers hooked under the fabric of your panties, pulling them down your legs until you were completely nude in front of him.

Your heart pounded in your chest as the realization that you were about to be eaten out hammered itself in your brain. So many worries slipped into your brain, did you shave enough? What if you smelled? What if you tasted bad? But all of it left when hit tongue first flicked against your clit. All you could see was stars as he sent you into euphoria.

You've never felt such pleasure before, it was almost intimidating by how good it felt. You were on the brink of screaming when he began to sickle on your clit and dark his tongue harsher into it. Small shrieks left your mouth as he lapped your pussy, switching his attention between your leaking hole and throbbing clit. When you were beginning to murmur how close you were, he decided to take the next step and stiff your hole with his fingers. He let them scissor you so that you would eventually get used to the stretch, he sucked on your clit harsher to try and distract you from the stretch of his two fingers.

You got use to his fingers and your loud shrieks of pleasure returned as they began to slowly dark in and out of your leaking hole. The sinful noises of slurping and squelching only making you come closer and closer to your orgasm.

"I-I'm cumm-" You couldn't even finish your seltence before he drove his fingers in and out of you sending you into an intense haze of pure pleasure.

Your legs shook as you came down from your high, Felix pulling you closer to his body as he calmed you down from your first actual orgasm.

"Do you want to stop here?" Felix whispered, stroking his fingers through your hair completely ready to ignore his needs and take care of you.

You shook your head softly, knowing you could take at least one more orgasm before calling the quits. Plus you truly wanted to see the man you've fallen in love with naked, but you would be very bashful if you admitted to it.

"I want to go the full way." You whispered, playing with his boxers causing him to moan rather loudly. Surprising both of you when it it happened.

This just proved how hard he truly was and how thoughtful and gentle he was with you, completely subsiding his own aching needs just to make sure you were okay and got what you wanted.

You pushed him to the bed, smirking confidently as you shimmed his boxers out from under him and threw them to god knows where in the room. Felix was about to protest on you riding him, wanting to take control and make sure your needs are met. But it was too late, since you were already sinking onto him.

The stretch was bearable, it was definitely a feeling that took time to get used to. So you sat there on his lap completely filled to the brim with his dick, Felix sat up wrapping his arms around you and letting you you slump into his body. After a couple of minutes he began to guide you up and down his length slowly.

The pain was beginning to mix with pleasure, before the pleasure completely took over. You began bouncing up and down his shaft with a faster pace, Felix now beginning to fall into your body as the pleasure was catching up to him.

You were so tight and so warm, it was nearly impossible to keep his composure when you felt so good. You were both holding onto each other as you both chased your highs, your hips experimenting by grinding down fully till you were full and swirling them around softly.

His eyes rolled to the back of his head as he mumbled absolute nonsense. His hand went back to your overstimulated clit, drawing rough circles, making you scream in pleasure as tears brimmed your eyes. Your clenching became tighter and more frequent, you increased the pace until you had to stop from the intense pleasure you were feeling. The the tight clench around him made his chase his high only seconds after.

Felix pulled out before spaying white ribbons onto your thighs. Both of you shaking and sticking together from the sweat you have both created due to the body heat.

Felix laid you back down onto the bed, grabbing a tissue from your nightstand as he ruffled rose petals out of his hair and swiping some off of his shoulder. He softly wiped his mess off of your thighs, and took a different tissue to wipe the rest of the remaining cum that was pooled in your core. He rubbed your legs reassuringly when you twitched at the sudden constant, too stimulated and finding it a bit much.

"Are you tired?" Felix asked, noticing the way you cuddled into your pillow.

You nodded without saying a word, but yet still smiling like an idiot. The thoughts of finally losing your virginity, and losing it to a complete angel of a man who you've been doting on for months. It was all so exciting and you couldn't stop the smile on your face even if it began to hurt your cheeks a tiny bit.

He pulled on a fresh pair of boxers before pulling you up to lift his shirt onto you, his lips leaving a small kiss to the tip of your nose by how cute you looked in his clothes. He cuddled behind you, rubbing shaped onto your tummy as he pressed kisses to your neck, jaw, and cheeks. All of the energy that was drained from you along with the calming presence of your new boyfriend made you fall asleep in an instant.

Felix looked at you one last time before he fell asleep, smiling to himself knowing that you were so special and were going to be the one for him.

[captaincravatthecapricious]

Sick Fic I Didn't Bother To Name

Post canon, Tim comes over to look after Jon while Martin is at work.

cw dizziness, fever, nausea, fainting, mentions of vomit, food mention I guess. Let me know if I should add more warnings, this is just a fluffy little sick fic it might have some light angst I don't really remember.

The thought of moving makes Jon want to cry.  All his muscles hurt.  The worm scars aching like the day they were made.  He’s just going to lie there here until someone makes him move.  

Which will probably be soon, because he’s positive Martin has asked Tim to come over and …water him?  

No, in all seriousness, he can’t exactly recall what Martin told him this morning as he was leaving for work.  Something about not letting him go in to work, no working online, no checking his email, something something Tim?  Not that Jon is feeling well enough to get his computer.  Let alone let it assault his over-sensitive eyes with the harsh light of the screen.  Which is unfortunate, because he thinks Martin probably left him a text about whatever he missed this morning.  

He really hopes Martin thought to email his students.  He’ll try to remember to ask Tim to check.  If Tim’s even coming.  

Christ, he’s not thinking straight.  

He thinks Tim is coming, but if not, he’s got paracetamol, his inhaler, water, a thermos of tea, some saltines, a little cup of applesauce, excedrin, a thermometer (Jon isn’t sure why Martin left him that, there is no way he’s going to use that he just… really really hates thermometers, they mean he’s ill and that meant no school and staying quiet alone and miserable in his room so ill to open a book if he was ill enough for his grandmother to notice, it was less bad when he got to go to the school nurse.  Actually got some medicine sometimes, but they often sent him home too, and then his grandmother was cross that she had to pick him up.  In any case, no thermometer if he has a say in it.), bin, tissues (again Jon isn’t sure why, he’s not particularly congested, but Martin is Martin and is taking care of him even when he’s at work which makes Jon feel warm to his core, not from the fever that he knows he’s running.), lucozade, and his cane.  Everything in easy reach.  

He should probably take some medicine, but even reaching that far feels like too much.  He’s just going to lay here, on top of his blanket pile until the fever chills take him back and he has to burrow under them again.  It’s been the challenge all night to find a comfortable enough temperature to sleep.  A challenge he’s mostly been losing.  Leaving him feeling gritty and heavy and with a headache.  

He just wants to sleep.  Drifting in and out of it with frantic almost laziness.  Rolling heat to biting cold.  He wishes he could get his laptop, willing to bear the brightness if only to get a distraction from his discomfort.  

He’s just managed a trip to and from the loo, when Tim arrives.  Jon’s collapsed back on his blanket nest on the couch when Tim calls out before keys jangle in the lock.  Jon’s too busy trying not to pass out to make out words.  He’s impressed he managed the loo without a surprise nap.  But, he can make no promises that he won’t pass out now.  

He comes to with the inside of Tim’s wrist pressed to his forehead.  With a quiet gasp.  And then a frankly embarrassing sound as he fully absorbs how wonderfully cool Tim’s wrist is.  

“Hey there, bud.  Hate to ask, but did you just pass out from just lying there, because if so, I’m gonna have to be a little worried?”  

Jon tries to focus on Tim.  “No… no got back from the toilet and surprise nap.”  

Tim looks relieved.  

Jon is just relieved that he isn’t alone.  Where he can too easily spiral.  Being alone and miserable leaves it too easy to slip into memories.  Especially with the impressive fever that he’s got to be running, if the agonizing walk from couch to loo and loo to couch is any indication.  His muscles are shaking from fatigue from that pathetically short walk, and he’d had a death grip on his cane and the wall to keep upright.  Christ, he’s really not well.  

Tim makes a big show of wiping his brow and breathing a sigh of relief.  “Hey think you can give me some of the couch?”  

Jon would love to, he nods, but consciousness flutters when he tries to sit up.  Losing his vision to the dizziness again.  Tim catches him against his chest, and gently holds him steady as he slips onto the couch, positioning Jon as best he can.  Jon snuggling against Tim’s hooded jumper.  

He still can’t believe he’s allowed to do this.  A few years ago, Tim didn’t want to be in the same room with him.  But …here he is.  Here when it counts.  (Although Martin would probably tell him that it counted earlier too, that Tim should have been by his side, a thought that he’s been trying to work through in therapy, and Jon is working through in reverse in his own.)  Jon could cry.  Might cry.  Fever’s high enough that he probably will.  

“Got a bit worried when you didn’t answer any texts.  Wanted to see if you needed anything.”  

“‘m sorry.”  Jon really hadn’t thought to check his phone, and even if he had, well not as if he’d been up to reading anything on a tiny bright screen.  Even the thought of doing so makes his head hurt more than it already does.  

“Don’t worry about it.  Have you taken some meds recently?”  

Jon has no idea what time it is, or when Martin left.  Can’t even keep track of how light it is outside with the blinds drawn and his face shoved into Tim.  “Had some before Martin left?”  

Tim’s got an arm around Jon.  He’s rubbing his back.  And there is a tightness in Jon’s chest.  It’s been years.  It’s been years.  It’s been years, and he still can’t believe that Tim is really back and here and cares.  Tim could hold him every moment he can stand touch, and it wouldn’t be enough.  Jon needs.  He needs the attention and care, and just needs his friend in general.  And if he didn’t feel so sick, he could happily live in this moment forever.  If he wasn’t dizzy and feverish and dreadfully queasy.  

Tim’s hand stills, and a shuddery breath escapes Jon with the absence.  

Tim’s heart lurches.  He goes back to rubbing Jon’s back.  He’s pretty sure this is Jon crying and not Jon about to puke.  Jon’s decent at letting him know these sorts of things, or at least is consistent in his physical cues.  “Hey, bud.  Just gonna get you some fever reducers, it’s about time, I think.  Marto texted me when he was leaving.  Sorry about leaving you alone for a bit.  Had to finish up my shift and grab a shower and grab some soup making stuff and some DVDs, in case you wanna watch anything.  But, I’m not going anywhere.  You’re stuck with me.”  

Jon huffs a watery laugh.  Or maybe it’s a sob.  it’s damp, but that’s okay.   

“You just gotta sit up a little.  Wow, Marto really stocked up the coffee table for you, huh.  He loves you a lot.  Also, he worries.”  

Tim tilts Jon slightly more upright, and wipes away the tears, before handing him some medicine and some lucozade.  Martin said Jon had been sick earlier (probably more due to the POTS flaring up, Martin hoped, and Tim also hopes.  Not that a POTS flare up is a good thing, but if he can keep Jon full of salt and keep his feet up, he shouldn’t have any trouble keeping fluids in him, which makes things easier), in any case, the electrolytes are probably a good idea.  

“You thrown up recently?”  

Signs ‘no.’  That’s good.  

“Wanna try some crackers?”  

Jon shrugs.  

“If you’re up to it later, I can make us some soup, ‘kay?”  

Jon nods, looking …faded.  Probably best to get his legs up and him cozy.  

“Mind if I get you in a more comfy position?”  

Jon doesn’t answer, just blinks dizzily, so Tim carefully gets up, and props Jon’s feet up with the decorative pillows that he knows Jon thinks are stupid, and tucks a couple of the blankets around Jon.  Not too many, not wanting Jon’s temperature to climb any higher, but he can’t just watch Jon shiver.  Hurts too much to watch.  

Reminds him of all the times he ignored him.  All the times he hasn’t been there.  And there’ve been many.  He should have been there.  

So he’ll risk a couple blankets, even though Jon is burning away.  Hopefully the fever reducers do their job soon.  He does, however get a damp flannel for Jon’s forehead while he’s up.  

He thinks Jon might be unconscious again, but he won’t worry about that unless he doesn’t come around in a minute or so.  

Jon’s awake again by the time Tim has himself settled back on the couch.  

“How about some TV?  You up for that?”  

Jon just whines.  

“We’ll start some, and if it makes it worse, we’ll turn it off, okay?”  

Jon wiggles a little, getting comfortable.  And Tim chuckles.  

“Okay, bud.  You get some rest, okay?  I’ll make you some soup later, if you’re up for it.  I got ingredients for your favorite.  Or smoothies, if that sounds better.”  

Jon makes a sound of complaint as Tim as started to talk over the intro music.  

Tim chuckles.  “Alright, alright.  Just let me know if you get hungry.  Martin will be home tonight, until then, you’re stuck with me.”  

Jon falls asleep within an episode with Tim gently carding his fingers through his hair.  

[moonlit-han]

stray kids reacting to you having bad cramps ↠ all members

genre: reaction, fluff word count: 3.5k warnings: discussion of menstrual cramps, pain, etc., swearing request: yes (anon)

a/n: hey, anon~ sorry this took me so long to write for you;;;; I decided to try a new style—it was nice to write this because I got to imagine how I’d like to be taken care of. (wow, can you tell I could use some cuddles right now?) I hope this is comforting to you! stay cozy✨

✧ masterlist in bio ✧

bang chan

bad cramps are a normal thing for you

and chan knows this all too well

but sometimes just explaining something doesn’t do it justice

your cramps are so bad that, a lot of the time, you can’t even get out of bed

bad enough that you can’t even scream

chan probably wouldn’t show his concern too much because he doesn’t want to worry you

he would be really concerned the first time you had horrible cramps around him, though

he’d slept over after a movie night and woke up to you curled around a pillow, whimpering

the first thought he’d had was that you were having a nightmare

and so he just gently rubbed your back a little to calm you

but you’d kept whimpering and occasionally curled more closely around the pillow

aaaand you’d finally managed to explain that you were having cramps

and couldn’t exactly move…

chan had quickly drawn a bath for you

(and added a rubber ducky just because he could aljhadfjlkshfjkh)

you’d kinda squeaked when he picked you up, not expecting to be lifted bodily out of your blankets

chan would just kiss the top of your head as he carries you to the bathroom and then gently help you out of your pajamas

the bath would be extremely hot but that was perfect (♡‿♡)

hhhhhh and he’d even add rose bath soap to the water since it was your favorite

(you’d end up with a tiara of bubbles on your head heheheh)

chan would wash your hair and rub your back, massaging your sore muscles

even though the pain is only in your low back and abdomen, you still manage to hold tension in the rest of your body

and then he’d join you in the shower to help you rinse off

he’d hold you because the pain is just so bad and you can barely stand

and if you needed more than just a massage, he’d be happy to oblige

sometimes the release of pleasure helps ease the pain, too

chan just wants you to feel good and to be relaxed

after helping you dry off, chan would bundle you into warm clothes

it was always important, you’d said before, to stay warm

he’d even brush and braid your hair (if you have long hair, that is)

the little tingles that shoot through your scalp when he plays with your hair feel amazing

chan would kiss your cheek and your neck as he works his fingers through your hair

he insisted that you needed to stay hydrated, sometimes having to cajole you into drinking water because you could barely move

he’d want you to be as comfortable as possible

he’d make a blanket nest for you

he’d even put a heating pad or hot water bottle in there for you

pain meds and water would be close at hand

and whatever food you were craving

and he’d be extra affectionate

so many hugs and cuddles

just hugs all day long

maybe it’s just because you’re in pain

but chan’s hugs when you’re having horrible cramps are somehow different from his usual ones??

like he just envelopes you even more than usual and doesn’t let go

you’d just burrow into his arms even further

he’d give you one of his wonderfully big and comfy sweatshirts to wear

it smells like the soap he uses and just his general chan-ness

in other words, the best smell  e v e r  ㅠ_ㅠ ( ◡‿◡ ♡)

and just having him there with you would make everything better

lee minho

he would also be really loving and caring

and totally calm, not at all surprised

he’s just so even-keeled, you know?

would probably insist that doongie, soonie, and dori sleep with you

minho: “cats are totally medicine! their purring will help!”

they’re super snuggly anyway and just hunker down next to you

and minho is just a fourth cat, honestly

he kinda just curls up with you, massaging your low back if you have cramps that ache there

or just resting a warm hand on your belly to help soothe the pain

he’d get you a fluffy blanket and some orange juice (for the vitamin c to help your muscles relax and to reduce the inflammation!)

and definitely a heating pad or a hot water bottle

if you have two hot water bottles, he’d make a sandwich out of you and the water bottles

(so he could eat you up later ;) )

minho would insist that you take naps, holding you to his chest so you’d fall asleep more easily

he’d also queue up episodes of a show or several movies for the two of you to watch if you were home for the day

if you were at work and had super bad cramps, minho would bring you whatever food or pain meds or anything you’d need

he’s the kind of person who would just drop everything to take care of you, you know? (((we know, lee know alfkjafkjshjhk i’m so sorry i had to)))

he’s just a little ball of love and would want you to feel better

he’d kinda rock you back and forth in his arms if you have a particularly bad spasm of pain

like chan, minho would also get you into the shower to help you feel better

he’d have to convince you to even get out of bed, tho...

“come on, y/n. you’ll feel better if you take a shower. i promise”

“hhhhhhh i don’t wanna get up”

“y/n…..”

“mmph”

*minho grabbing your hands and tugging* “sweetheart, please.” *tug* "UGH why do you have to act like dead weight now of all times. geez, y/n.”

“...........”

*tugging intensifies* “get! up! i’ll drag you into the shower, you dork. you know i will”

“fiiiiiiiiiine”

he’d still have to pretty much drag you to the bathroom

AJDFHKGDJFGK

minho gently stripping you out of your clothes would kinda be like trying to dress a baby, since you wouldn’t want to move

he’d just hold you in there, rubbing soap over your body and shampoo through your hair

the hot water and minho holding you, honestly, works as well as any pain med

thank goodness ｡ﾟ(ﾟ∩´﹏`∩ﾟ)ﾟ｡

and at any time whatsoever, minho’s gentle smile would just make your day so much better

and you know he’d pepper you with kisses all over

(i mean all over)

bc it just always make you feel the most contented ever hhhhhh

and you deserve to not be thinking about pain

bc pain fucking sucks;;;;

and he’d just tell you how much he loves you so much you don’t even know how to respond

and it kinda makes you wanna cry

but from happiness

alkfjhskjhsklhjs

VERY SOFT

seo changbin

changbin would be pretty calm and would know exactly what to do

just matter-of-fact about taking care of you

you’d told him you get really bad cramps before

but the first time you had really bad cramps around him, he was a little freaked out

he hadn’t realized that period cramps could be that bad

you’d come home and pretty much collapsed on the couch

he’d thought you were just tired

but when you let out a strangled scream, changbin was;;;; um;;; a bit worried

okay not just worried

c o n c e r n e d (⊙ __ ⊙);;;;

maybe even a little scared??

he didn’t want to let on that he was worried about you

hearing you kinda just whimpering and crying out in pain tore at his heart

changbin would give you all the stuffed animals you have

(gyu would also make an appearance)

just pile them up around you “for emotional support”

and then he’d wrap his arms and legs around you to cuddle you close

definitely your basic case of:

“binnie please let go”

“no”

“binnie i can’t breathe…”

“oh,,,” *loosens hold slightly*

akjfhgaljkhajkhg

he’s literally just a cuddle bug hhhhhhhh

and I MEAN

THE BIGGEST CUDDLE BUG EVER

OH MY GODS

he’d rub your belly or your back, depending on where it hurt

and just want to make everything better

changbin would be the one to give you a full body massage if your cramps are bad

he’d insist on doing it, actually

even if you’re whiny and complain, he knows that once you’re relaxed you’ll feel a million times better

he’d concentrate on your low back, pressing his wonderfully warm hands into your muscles

and slowly but surely you’d feel the pain and tension release

hhhhhh he’s probably really good at giving massages ｡･ﾟ(ﾟ⊃ω⊂ﾟ)ﾟ･｡

ALSO!!! can you just imagine how warm binnie would be cuddling?

HHHHHHHH

you wouldn’t even need a heating pad

he’s all the warmth and comfort you’ll ever need

aldfjkahjlskhsl (♡‿♡)

and his muscles would be the comfiest

they’re all so big but would be so squishy when at rest

hhhhhh just imagine it

laying your head on his chest with his arms around you

the softest oh my god

changbin is so kind and gentle that he’d just want to make sure you’re okay and be really soft

HHHHHHHHHHH

once you were feeling a bit better, he’d probably tickle you a little

just so you’d release your tension

what a cute goofball

UGH HE’S JUST SO SOFT

he’d sing you to sleep while threading his fingers through your hair

and his low raspy voice would be so calming and lovely

binnie’s go-to medicine is just literally just all the cuddles ever ((well, and pain meds, etc., of course, bc cramps are horrible and evil))

hwang hyunjin

this boy would be just a little panicky

ya know, jUst A litTtLE

you’d suddenly doubled over while you were out shopping

for matching couple sweaters

(you know, the horrible kind that could only be worn ironically or by people so pretentious that they don’t know the meaning of irony)

and hyunjin is all 

“OH MY GOD Y/N  (＠_＠) (」ﾟﾛﾟ)｣

BABE

ARE YOU OKAY

HHHHHH

WHAT DO YOU NEED

WHAT CAN I DO;;;;;;;;;”

he’d kinda flutter around you like a moth

all worried eyes and nervous energy

he really wouldn’t know what to do

bc FUCK???!!

CRAMPS??!!!! ┗(｀ﾟДﾟ´)┛ﾟ

not his forte

“i just need to go home, jinnie. i’ll be fine”

((yeah... lie thru your teeth y/n;;;; ))

he’s still panicky as fuck

when you get home you kinda just collapse on the bed

hyunjin’s all “OOOOH CUDDLE TIME YES”

which was okay for like 2 mins until  a g o n y

“jinnie, i need pain meds. NOW” (x﹏x);;;;;

hyunjin would bound off the bed all “I got this, babe!

and then realize that he had no idea where you kept the pain meds strong enough to deal with menstrual cramps

“uuuuh where are they . . .” (⌒_⌒;)

*y/n flailing in the general direction of the medicine cabinet*

so once he found them, he’d get you a glass of water and help you sit up to take the meds

all better?

NOPE

you’d need a hot water bottle and blankets

oh and chocolate. lots of chocolate

hyunjin would be so damn determined to make you feel better

to do anything he could bc you seemed in so!! much!!! pain!!!!

ten minutes later you’d find yourself practically swaddled in blankets on the couch with Hyunjin curled around you like a fucking squirrel or something

just let him take care of you

he’s doing his best;;;

he’d want to make you all the food you’d ever want

but would keep getting distracted

bc all he wants to do is just kiss you a bunch

and tell you how cute you are

bc, let’s face it, y/n, you’re pretty cute aldsjfhgsjfkhalhg

even though he isn’t sure what to do at first, hyunjin is actually quite good at taking care of you

if you’re at his place, you’d definitely end up with kkami on your lap

bc why wouldn’t you want a sweet pup giving you all the love when you’re in pain?!!

hhhh so sweet

han jisung

oh jisung, my sweet precious squirrel boy

jisung would probably be a lot like hyunjin alfjahkjdfh

kinda panicky bc he doesn’t know what to do

really surprised that someone could have cramps that bad

it’s clear to him that, while he’s felt pain before, it was nothing like what you’re dealing with

how the hell do you do this every. single. month.

keeps telling you you’re badass

but,,,,, um;;;;;

Y I K E S

*queue fluttering, panicky hands*

“hhhhhh baby what can i do;;;;;”

y/n: *indistinct pain noises* “i’m fine”

“yoU’rE NOt fiNe!!!”

“ji really it’s okay. i’m used to this”

(you say as you’re curled on the couch, clutching just below your belly with a look of concentrated pain on your face)

“HHHHHHHHHHHHHH”

he’d end up bring you soup and some water

bc soup helps everything, right?

and all the pain meds he could get his hands on

there would be like 10 random bottles of every kind of pain relieving medicine tumbling out of his arms

“i didn’t know what would work;;;;;”

he’s just a sweet lad

what else was he supposed to do?

you’d manage a weak smile before another stab of pain would decide to hurtle through you like a fucking bullet train

at this point, jisung would definitely be feeling sympathetic pain

(not fun;;; )

he’d help you sit up and take the meds

then c u d d l e s

literally just all the cuddles in the world

jisung would hold you tightly, arms and legs wrapped around you, stroking your hair to get you to fall asleep

not that you’d be having any trouble with that, since you would be snuggled by

The Master of Spooning™ himself

even though he’s comforting you and helping, jisung can’t help but be glad that he gets to cuddle you for a long time

and when you felt angry at your body for giving you such horrible pain he’d hold you even tighter

then find some way to make you laugh

laughter is very important in jisung’s world (and, therefore, your world)

and you do find that it takes your mind off the pain, if only a bit

it’s almost like clockwork when you get bad cramps

same time of the month, same kind of pain

(you’ve definitely cursed every single god you can think of for this)

so he knows in the small, secret recesses of his mind, that he’ll get to cuddle the heck out of you at those times

he’d just smother you with kisses to wake you up to make sure you’d take more pain meds

okay;;; he’d smother you with kisses all day, too

and, like a cat kneading, he’d massage your belly and back to relax your muscles

you’d felt a little better after that

resting your head on his chest and hearing his heartbeat would be incredibly calming

by the end of the day, jisung would just hold you on top of him

like you’re a little otter and he doesn’t want to lose you

alkjfghakjlfhahjfgaklhga (●´ω｀●)

lee felix

felix would be amazingly casual about the whole thing and just ready to go

like;;; this boy would just immediately pick you up, kiss your forehead, and carry you to bed

need pain meds?

he’s already put them in the drawer of your bedside table as soon as you’d started your period

need a heating pad?

he’s got like five—all different shapes, sizes, whatever you need

(you’re not quite sure where or when he gets all this stuff, but you’re not complaining)

all he’d want is to just cuddle you

he’d turn those big, soulful eyes on you like you’re the best thing he’s ever seen

((which you are (≧◡≦) ))

and even if you’re curled on the bed in mildly stinky pajamas

he’d still just curl up with you and try to make everything okay

felix would just ramble on about anything and everything to try to distract you

yes, you’d probably be witness to Felix’s Interpretive Dance Time

.....whether you wanted to or not

(you secretly like it when he’s that silly alkfsjhajkfh)

and, of course, felix would make you breakfast (even if it wasn’t morning)

an absolutely delicious meal of all your favorite foods, even if they’re not normal breakfast food

((but honestly, what even is normal breakfast food??? just eat what’s yummy!))

since he’s been practicing baked goods, he’d also make you a lil cake just to cheer you up

and would try to ice it, which would come out really cute

he’d put “to my smol bean: UR CUTE ILY”

bc we all know felix is a cute dork who’d totally put something like that on a cake

hhhhhhhhhh

would probably call chan or changbin just to make sure he’s not forgetting anything for taking care of you

he wouldn’t forget anything for you, anyway, bc he’s just that committed to making you feel better

oh and you’d definitely watch like 15 children’s movies in a row (okay maybe not in a row, but still)

bc what’s better than laughing at the antics of various animated characters?!

and singing along to the songs would be really fun and take your mind off the pain

it would make you breathe properly and relax! 

yay!!!

felix would probably act out some of the scenes to his favorite movies beside the screen just so you could check his accuracy

AALKJFHGAJFH

and if all you wanted to do is sleep, felix would curl up with you on the bed or couch

and run his fingers through your hair and down your back to soothe you

and give you smol sweet kisses before falling asleep

kim seungmin

seungmin is also quite practical

when you told him that you get excruciating cramps, he immediately went and researched everything about menstrual cramps

potential causes for especially bad cramps

what to do for someone who’s having bad cramps

what not to do when someone’s having bad cramps

and he’d immediately gone out and bought what seemed like a year’s supply of pain meds, chocolate, three heating pads, and three hot water bottles, as well as extra pads and tampons

so the first time you were together and you kinda just went “aaghhh” in pain, seungmin immediately ran to his closet to get All The Things

you’d given him a quizzical look when he came back into the living room

he had a bag that looked, somehow, Official

although, most of seungmin’s things look Official~

(he’s just that organized and meticulous alkjfhsjfghsh)

so when he’d opened the bag, you had to stifle a giggle

in the bag, seungmin had put everything you’d need for when you had your period

hhhhhhhh what a sweetheart (✿´ ꒳ ` )

and if you need space, he’d just be in the other room minding his own business until you demand cuddles

he’d just absentmindedly give you head pets while the two of you watch a show or something

or he’d read to you from whatever book he’d been reading

or that you’d been reading  (▰˘◡˘▰)

would make you tea~

you’d probably end up cuddling his little puppy stuffed animal at some point

um;;;; seungmin’s potential fathering instincts would probably come out a little bc he just feels so much affection for you

and is just in CARING MODE

if you’re out together and you have cramps, you’d find yourself whisked back home for a day of rest

if you can’t go home, seungmin would just get you the proper pain meds and some water

he probably keeps meds for you in his wallet (´ω｀♡)

all seungmin wants is for you to not be in pain

bc it hurts his heart

he doesn’t exactly show it a bunch on the outside to other people

but he’s really caring

most of all with youuuu~~~

he wants to ki— kick whoever decided that cramps could be this bad

like what the fuck, man;;;;;

he’d be very encouraging as he talks to you, since he doesn’t want you to worry or anything

he’s knows you worry enough about why you get bad cramps

whenever the pain would get so bad that you want to cry and feel like you’re going to lose your mind, seungmin’s bright smile would bring you back to earth

he’d reassure you that everything’s okay

and kiss the top of your head as he holds you (*/ω＼)

yang jeongin

jeongin’s remedy to cramps is stuffed animals

all the stuffed animals

all of them

e v e r

you both have a propensity for stuffed animals, characters, random objects, etc.

you even have a stuffed strawberry that’s the size of your torso

so jeongin would just pile up all the stuffies and a bunch of pillows

and settle you in them

you’d feel like you were drowning in stuffed animals ajkfshgkjfhg

like felix, he’d probably secretly call chan just to check that he’s doing the right thing for you, too (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄)

jeongin would make you tea and bring a pot of it to your bedside table

(just herbal tea, not caffeinated bc he doesn’t want you to get dried out)

he’d bring everything you could ever want in tea:

honey, milk, lemon, sugar

the tea would be reeeeeally yummy

and the warmth would help calm your nerves that had been on high alert since the night before when the cramps had started

jeongin would curl up with you and just stroke your hair

he’d turn on a show the two of you had been watching

a comedy, of course

why would you want to watch anything else while in pain??

okay so as calm as all this seems, he’d be fucking panicked as hell inside

like how is supposed to deal with this???

welp….. might as well just pretend it’s any other day

and you just happen to need more cuddles

he finds it really cute when you are  b a b y

and when you’re having horrible cramps….

yoU ARE B A B Y!!!!!!

the cutest ever

like holy shit

jeongin would be completely floored by how cute you are

you’d just kind of nuzzle into his stomach as you curl up next to him

of course, he’d also make sure you remember to take pain meds and all

sometimes he’d be a little annoying about it but not by much~

just enough to get you to WeAR sOcKs Y/N!!

he’d totally be the one to kinda pounce on you and carry you outside to sit on the lawn

not one but two blankets would cushion you from the grass and any bugs~

he’d probably bring all the stuffed animals he’d piled on you earlier outside

“they’ll get lonely!!”

…….right

definitely not an excuse to throw the radish plushies he got you at your head…..

((you’d get him back, though, with a few well-aimed charizards or something))

but if you needed him to be serious, he would be

bc, really, he cares about you so much he feels like his heart’s gonna burst (*♡∀♡)

[endlessymphony]

🧸 Congrats on 50! It is very much so deserved and so are all the future followers! If it’s not too much could I request a fluffy blurb with the one and only Remus Lupin, like a classic friends to lovers awkward and sweet first date shenanigans? Ilyyyy

thank u my beloved anon! <3

i think i’m in love with you. (pt. 1???)

pairing - remus lupin x reader

summary - the good ol’ best friends to lovers trope

warnings - cussing, lots of awkwardness, mentions of underage drinking

a/n - this is vaguely inspired by my ‘you are the kind of boy that they write love songs about.’ spotify playlist— because it’s adorable + has the same vibe

a/n continued; pls let me know if you guys want me to continue this fic to include the date! i honestly think this is just so sweet and cute, and would love to hear some feedback about it :) (might make it a two parter if y’all like it enough!!)

you and remus had been friends since fourth year, and while it wasn’t quite the ‘perfect’ first impression that brought you together, recalling the memory makes you smile nonetheless. most would claim that first impressions are truly everything, but you would beg to differ- seeing as being drenched in pumpkin juice by a very apologetic and slightly aloof boy has now led to one of the best friendships you’ve ever had.

tonight was just an average friday night in the gryffindor dorms as the marauders were hosting their usual ‘study’ night; obviously there was lots of chatter and laughter with an absence of any real studying happening, the name only aided in the fight against being caught by any teachers.

you and remus had claimed the couch whilst lily, james and sirius were scattered about the floor, peter sitting in a chair beside the couch.

glasses in hand, you were all slightly tipsy off of combinations of muggle alcohol that sirius managed to get his hands on, chests feeling as if they were alight. your skin tingled, brain and tongue feeling fuzzy as you laughed along with the others about something that james said.

you looked over at remus and caught him staring at you, you made brief eye contact before he looked away, a bit shy, but you giggled at decided to brush it off.

“you guys will never guess what i got for us tonight.” sirius started, legs slightly wobbly as he stood up. he reached into his pocket and retrieved a vial of veritaserum, “what better way to play truth or dare... then with some of this?”

you all looked around at each-other skeptically, knowing all about what that tiny vial can do to friendships, relationships, and your head. “i say we do it.” james pipes up, a smirk coming to his face. “...unless any of you have something to hide.” he turns to look at you and remus, raising his eyebrows a bit. you and remus turned to look at once another, cheeks darkening as your faces start to heat up. you look away quickly and try to ignore it, again.

ignore that feeling pooling in your stomach. the way your heart begins to flutter when you lock gazes. no, it can’t mean anything, right?

you all eventually give in to sirius’ antics, passing around the vial- everyone taking a shot. you’re the one to finish off the potion, it was an odd taste, your face contorting as you swallow it. not sweet, but not bitter, but also not sour- somehow all three combined to be one of the weirdest things you’ve ever tasted.

you place the glass vial down on the table in front of you, everyone waiting for the potion to take its effect. you sipped on your drink as you waited, hoping the taste of whatever lily mixed up would wash away the taste of the veritaserum.

and soon enough the ‘truth’ serum, as its called, began to work its magic on the rest of the group and yourself. your thoughts began to run- what if i mention the way that remus makes me feel? no, y/n, we’re not doing that tonight, plus no one will ask about it anyways. well, you spoke-thought too soon. everyone knew in some way or another that you and remus each had a thing for one another, so why not play on it when you’re both forced to tell the truth?

lily turned to the two of you with a wicked grin, just finishing up her dare, which you had missed due to the fact that you were consumed by your thoughts. her voice snapped you out of the haze, “so, y/n, truth or dare?” she drawled. both were terrible options. you knew that if you chose dare, you would end up licking someone’s foot or running down the corridor topless. but! truth was all the more terrifying. though, you suppose it’s the lesser embarrassing one of the two.

“truth.” you responded flatly, mumbling under your breath begging the universe to not mention remus. “what’s going on with you and remus, hm? do you like each-other?” her eyes glinted mischievously as she swirled the remnants of the drink in her hand around her cup. you wanted to say ‘nothing!’ but that wasn’t happening, mouth going before mind.

“i think he’s cute, and he gives me this weird butterfly feeling in my chest and sometimes talking to him makes me feel nauseous because i’m so nervous, maybe i think i’m in love with him.” you slapped your hand over your mouth to stop what felt like a stream of verbal diarrhea, eyes widening at what you just said. “shit, fuck. remus, i’m so sorry.” you said turning to him as you stood up.

you could almost cry from the embarrassment, well, that’s what you were doing as you speed walked back to your dorm. you couldn’t stay there, not after that, and you definitely couldn’t face remus. you just told your best friend you were in love with him, for merlins sake! if that wasn’t going to ruin the friendship- no, don’t even go there. that will ruin the friendship.

you launched yourself onto your bed, door shutting behind you. burying your head in the pillows, you just wished the mattress would swallow you so that you didn’t have to face reality. tears were scarce by this point, most of them streaming down your cheeks as you sped away into the hall.

remus was still sitting in the common room, dumbfounded. “shit.” he mumbled, mind completely scattered after your turn. james and sirius turned to him, sympathetically, well as sympathetically as they could until sirius cocked an eyebrow and started to muse, “you gonna go get them lover-boy?”

“yeah-“ he smoothed his hands on his sweater, “i am.” remus stood up and took after you, knowing that you always holed yourself up in your dorm whenever anything upset you. ‘they’re bound to be wrapped in blankets, face in the pillows’ he thought.

and that’s how you were exactly. wrapped in a crocheted blanket, face in the pillows. you didn’t know if you wanted to scream, or cry, or just run away and get a new identity and start a new life at beauxbatons or something as a transfer student.

remus reached your dorm, fist quivering as he started to knock on your door. “y/n.” he called, voice wavering. you sat up, “the doors open, rem.” he peeked in, a goofy grin coming to his face. “there you are.” he chimed, closing the door behind him as he walked in, sitting on your bed beside you.

“you always do that, y’know? whenever you’re upset or embarrassed, you always wrap yourself in that blanket and lay face down. sometimes you scream, or cry, or just end up taking a nap.” he chuckles lightly. “i hope you don’t feel bad about earlier.” remus stares at his feet, tapping one against the hardwood flooring. “i just don’t wanna ruin our friendship with my stupid crush.” you admit, feeling defeated, but he chuckles again.

you turn to look at him and cock your head, “what’s so funny?” you feel even worse, is he mocking you right now? laughing in your face? ouch- remus you absolute douchebag.

but it’s none of that, “well, y/n, to put it plainly, i think i’m in love with you too.” he stops his foot, looking up at you. your eyes meet, hearts both racing. “oh.” is all you can manage. his eyes dart back to the floor, “would, uh” he clears his throat slightly, “could i kiss you? maybe? would that be okay?” remus’ face starts to turn pink, a colour that you always thought complimented him quite well.

“yeah. that would be fine.” you replied, breathlessly. him saying that completely winded you. he gently placed his pointer finger under your chin, thumb bumping against your bottom lip as he leaned in. your eyes fluttered shut as you met him in the middle, lips brushing. it took everything in you not to just die then and there.

you bumped noses a few times throughout the kiss, giggles filling the room as you both pulled away- feeling the same breathless feeling once more. “so, this isn’t gonna ruin our friendship, right?” you asked, a smile playing on your lips. “of course not, if anything, now i just want you to be my best-friend AND my partner.”

“that would be lovely, rem.” you smiled even wider, pulling him in for another kiss.

maybe this whole awkward and messy confession wasn’t as bad as you thought.

[emotionalcadaver]

Part 3: Bedside Manner

Fandom: The Dark Knight Trilogy

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x OC

Summary: He really does worry about her too much.

Word Count: 3,282

Notes: This is so goddamn fluffy and soft you guys I don’t even know what to say. Takes place after Jonathan and Vanessa have started working at Arkham. For those curious, the exact procedure Vanessa gets in this is a bilateral salpingectomy, which is a removal of the fallopian tubes, often as a method of permanent birth control. I am not a doctor, so apologies for any medical inaccuracies. Warnings for references to surgery and tokophobia.   

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Jonathan kept an arm firmly around her as they walked up to their apartment building, being mindful of the small incisions in her stomach. Punching the button for the elevator, he rested a hand to her forehead, brows creased with worry.

“Relax, ‘m not gonna fall,” she mumbled, even as she leaned against him gratefully, still a little drowsy and wobbly on her feet from the anesthesia. He didn’t say a word, just pursed his lips and tightened his grip on her, ushering her into the elevator and pushing the number for their floor.

“Are you still dizzy?” he asked as they made their way down the hallway, pulling his keys from his pocket and unlocking the apartment door.

“A little,” she admitted. “Mostly just feel loopy, though.”

“Mm,” he locked the multiple locks on the door once they were inside and herded her towards the couch in the living room, helping her to settle against the cushions, reclining the seat for her and tucking a pillow under her head, grabbing the soft orange blanket folded over the back of the couch to wrap around her. “Are you hungry? Want me to get you something?”

“Not right now,” she yawned. 

“Tea?”

She wasn’t really that thirsty either, but he seemed to need something to do, else he would begin fussing.

“Sure.”

Cuddling the worn blanket closer to her, she watched with quiet fondness as he rushed away into the kitchen, fumbling with the kettle. He really did worry about her too much.

The surgery really wasn’t that big of a deal; and it had been something that she’d wanted to have done for years. To rid herself of the increasing anxiety that came with being riddled with diagnosable tokophobia.

Good-bye, fallopian tubes. You will not be missed.

It had been a thorough pain in the ass convincing someone to actually give her the procedure, but her calculated and carefully curated friendship–okay, friendship was a rather generous term, more like friendly acquaintance–with one of the surgeons who she’d gone to college with had helped her jump the line.

She really was dead lucky. Most people had to wait until they were at least thirty for the doctors to agree to jettison their tubes. Having Jonathan stand sternly in the darkest corner of the room with his most serious face during her consultations had probably helped.       

“Still feeling okay?” he asked, setting a mug of steaming tea carefully onto a coaster on the table next to her.

“Mhm. A little pain in my shoulders, but not too bad.”

“I could go get you a heating pad or something–” he made a move to head towards the hallway where the linen closet was, but she grabbed at the sleeve of his shirt before he could get too far away.

“What I want is to just lay here and nap and watch terrible sitcoms. I’m fine, okay? Don’t fuss. I know that you have work to do. If I need you, I’ll holler,” the office door was quite literally right there. She probably wouldn’t even need to actually yell for him to hear her. But still, Jonathan frowned, eyes looking her up and down. Vanessa sighed good naturedly. “Or, you could go get your work and come sit here next to me. If  that would make you feel better.”

He stroked the back of his hand along her cheek. “Okay.”

She waited until he got settled beside her, case notes on his lap and pen in hand, before she pressed the play button on the remote, snuggling down into the couch.

She was asleep before even thirty minutes had passed.

∗ ∗ ∗ 

She woke up still on the couch. The television was on but outside it was dark. Her blanket was tucked up to her chin, and she was warm.

“Jonathan?” her eyesight was blurry, mind still half asleep. Curled up beside her, he stirred, immediately bending over her.

“You okay? Are you in pain?”

“No, ‘m okay,” she yawned. “A little hungry.”

“I’ll heat something up for you. What do you want?”

“We still have some of that chicken parm soup left?”

“I think so. You want that?”

“Yeah.”

He departed only briefly to get them both some soup, the microwave beeping and whirring as it worked. The soup steamed from the bowls, generous pieces of chicken and pasta floating in the watery red liquid.

“After you’ve eaten you can take your pain meds.”

“Okay,” she hadn’t even realized how ravenous she was until she scooped up the first mouthful, not even caring when she slightly burned her tongue. Her finished bowl was deposited onto the worn coffee table, swallowing her horse pills with a large gulp of water before curling back up onto the couch. Jonathan stretched out beside her.

“Do you want to go to bed?”

“Yeah,” she lifted a hand to cover a yawn, squeaking when in one fluid motion she was off of the couch and cradled securely in his arms, being carried bridal style towards the bedroom. “I can walk!” she laughed, arms looping around his neck.

He settled her down very, very carefully onto the bed, rummaging around, dresser drawers squeaking as he gathered up both of their sets of pajamas. She changed sluggishly, realizing with every required movement just how exhausted and weak she felt. But that was normal; they had told her before the surgery that the first three or so days would be the hardest. Still, the feeling of being so physically vulnerable made her more nervous than she’d care to admit, suddenly incredibly grateful that Jonathan had taken the next several days off of work to take care of her.

“If you’re not tired, or need to get more work done that’s okay…” she mumbled as she got herself situated on the pillows. Jonathan’s eyes narrowed stubbornly, climbing into his spot beside her, long limbs folding gracefully into the bed.

“I’m not going anywhere,”  he tucked a lock of long black hair behind her ear.

“If you’re sure…” the words were spoken even as she inched closer to him, humming as his arm wrapped around her, being careful not to put any pressure on her incisions. 

“Mhm,” he hummed in affirmation.

“Okay, then.”

∗ ∗ ∗ 

“Nessa?”

She whined, head between her knees, legs curled towards her chest. The tile of the bathroom where she was sitting beside the toilet was cold. Jonathan took another cautious step into the little room, kneeling down beside her and gingerly touching her knee. She felt bad for not waking him. It had probably scared him a little; to have woken up without her beside him.

“Nauseous?”

She just nodded, taking a deep breath, as if that would somehow help settle her stomach. “Haven’t actually been sick, though.”

Shifting so that he was sitting beside her, he rubbed her back. “Do you want me to call the doctor?”

“No. It’s not that bad,” squirming a bit, she groaned. “Shoulders hurt more this morning too.”

“I’m sorry.”

She just shrugged. These were all normal side effects, nothing to be too concerned about yet. But they still sucked.

Stretching his head around to check the time on the clock hanging from the wall, Jonathan huffed. “You can’t take your pain meds without eating something.”

She groaned softly at the suggestion of food, stomach writhing. Jonathan increased the circles he was rubbing into her back.

“Once you’re outside of the twenty-four hour window, the nausea should get better. Think you could handle some crackers?”

“I can try.”

“Okay. I’ll be right back,” he kissed her on the top of the head, disappearing in the kitchen and returning with a sleeve of saltines. Suppressing a gag, she took one from him, nibbling on it tentatively. He pressed his warm side up against hers, watching carefully as she slowly ate one cracker after another. The food seemed to actually help, the nausea abating, if only slightly.

They waited until they were confident that she wasn’t going to throw the crackers back up before she took her painkillers.

“Let’s go back to bed. It won’t be good for your pain to sit on the hard floor like this.”

“I might puke on you,” she warned, even as she let him pull her slowly to her feet and guide her back to the bedroom.

“That’s okay.”

She still insisted that he put a trash can next to her side of the bed. Just in case. It took her a long time to fall back to sleep, the nausea and persistent pain in her shoulders from the gas keeping her up. But Jonathan stayed up with her, rubbing her shoulders and kissing her temple until she finally dozed off.

When she woke up, she took one look at Jonathan, who was sitting up in bed beside her, one arm still around her while the other balanced a book in front of him, and promptly burst into tears.

“Vanessa?” the second he heard her sniffling the book was slammed shut and deposited on the bedside table, hand reaching for her as he tried to discern what was wrong. “Are you in pain?”

She just shook her head furiously, burying her head in her hands. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just–” she sniffled. “You’re always so nice to me!” she wailed finally, flinging her arms around his neck and burying her head in his chest. She felt Jonathan stiffen, probably in very much a ‘oh shit, she’s crying what do I do’ type of way, before hesitantly raising his arms to rub her back.

“Okay, um. That’s–uh…it’s no problem?” he stuttered, patting her head awkwardly. Pressing her forehead into his chest, she sniffled, once, taking in a deep, shaking breath–owwww, it hurt to do that–before pulling back enough that she could wipe at her eyes with the back of her hand. As quick as the sudden bout of emotion had come it seemed to be gone.

“Sorry. I don’t–I don’t know where that came from.”

“It’s okay,” his hand was still resting warmly on her back. “Sure you’re alright?”

“Mhm,” blinking, she looked around the room in a daze. “Not nauseous anymore either.”

“That’s good.”

“Well,” she sighed–again, ow–and ran a hand through her hair. “That was weird.”

“Probably just post-op blues.”

“Probably.”

“How’s the pain?”

“More than yesterday, but not that bad.”

“Tomorrow it will likely be the worst.”

“Mm,” she laid her head on his chest. “More fun to look forward to. What were you reading?”

He lifted the book so that she could see the cover.

“Oooo. Nice.”

“Want me to read it to you?” he asked, opening it back up to his bookmark, adjusting his glasses on his nose.

“Actually, yeah.”   

 Cheek warm thanks to being pillowed against his chest, she let the sound of his voice settle her, working like a balm over her aching bones. 

∗ ∗ ∗ 

Just as Jonathan had predicted, she woke up on the third day in agony.

“Jonathan,” she barely managed to get his name out, nearly doubling over. He was still asleep beside her. Whimpering, she pawed at his chest desperately. “Jonathan.”

He woke up fast, asleep one moment and all but shooting up, eyes open wide, in the next.

“What is it?” he bent over her, hands cupping her face.

“Hurts,” was all she managed to get out. He was up and out of bed in a second, rushing to the kitchen and returning with another sleeve of crackers, the bottle of painkillers, and a glass of water.

“Here,” he gave her the crackers first, shaking a pill out into his palm as she shoved a few in her mouth. While she swallowed it down he checked her incisions under her loose pajama shirt, then climbed back in beside her. “It’s okay,” he soothed, gathering her up into his chest, letting her cling to him as they both waited for the pain to subside. “It’s okay.”

But she could hear his heart hammering fast as a hummingbird’s wings in his chest, and she couldn’t help but wonder which of them in that moment was more scared.

∗ ∗ ∗ 

She managed to sleep through most of the third day, and woke up on the fourth feeling much better. And while Jonathan still insisted on doing most things for her–cooking food, fetching water, and god forbid he catch her trying to lift something even moderately heavy–she felt far more capable than she had the previous few days. The pain in her belly and shoulders was manageable, and even the feelings of exhaustion and weakness were starting to abate. A good thing, too, since once the weekend was over he would have to go back to work. She still had another week off to recover, but she would have to fend for herself while he was away during the day.

That shouldn’t be a problem, so long as she continued to improve. 

∗ ∗ ∗ 

He was going to drive her insane.

Okay, more insane than she already was.

Because despite her consistent improvements each day that passed from the surgery, Jonathan wouldn’t let her do anything. No matter how much she insisted that she felt fine, he insisted on remaining close to her, checking her vitals regularly and fussing over every little thing.

“What are you doing up?”

Oh, come on.

“I was just getting a glass of water–”

“You’re supposed to be resting,” he swooped over, plucking the empty glass from her hands.

“I don’t think that walking the three steps from the living room to the kitchen is gonna cause me to keel over, babe.”

He pointed to the couch sternly. “Go lay back down.”

“Okay, okay, geez,” she shuffled back to the couch, plopping down and pouting. “Dr. Crane is mean.”

“He wouldn’t need to be if Dr. Sullivan wasn’t known for overexerting herself.”

“Oh my god, that was one time–”

“You tried to go to the kickboxing gym one day after you were diagnosed with a concussion.”

Huffing dramatically, she pulled her blanket back up to her chin. “Your bedside manner needs work.”

“My bedside manner is excellent.” 

“Jonathan, we did our residencies together. I’ve seen you interact with difficult patients.”

He came over to the couch with her water. “Name one time that I was unreasonable when working with patients.”

“You prescribed high dosage sedatives for a woman because she kept flirting with you!”

“Nes, that was you.”

She blinked. “Oh, was it? Damn.”

He chuckled and kissed her forehead.

“Okay, but I know it was you who gave one of the patients a hallucinogen because he sneezed on you.”

Jonathan shrugged. “I was just teaching him basic manners. You cover your nose when you sneeze, everyone knows that.”

Vanessa snorted out a giggle, reaching back to cup his face and kiss him chastely on the lips. When they parted, she huffed, blowing a raspberry. He raised a questioning eyebrow. “I’m bored.”

“You have your book.”

“I finished it already,” she grumbled, glancing at the well loved copy of ‘Salem’s Lot on the coffee table. “I miss work.”

“You remember what the surgeon said…”

“Yeah, I know. I know,” she slumped back onto the couch, looking around her at the pile of finished books, her sketchbook open to a half finished, detailed still life drawing of a pumpkin, and the dozens of tiny little paper origami cranes, boats, and flowers scattered around her. Jonathan slipped carefully into the spot beside her on the couch, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. She snuggled into his side, pouting.

“Maybe…when I go back to the asylum, I can bring you some of your case notes to work on,” he suggested. Vanessa tilted her head up to look at him.

“Really?”

He shrugged. “Sure.”

Stretching up, she pecked his cheek. “Thank you.”

He looked down, blushing and stuttering. It was cute how even after how long they’d been together, he still got so flustered sometimes when she showered him with her affection.  

∗ ∗ ∗ 

The discomfort was mostly minimal now. She didn’t need the painkillers prescribed by the doctor anymore, ibuprofen more than sufficient in treating her pain. Assuming that everything remained fine, she would probably be able to return to work the next week.

Jonathan had gone back to work two days ago, confident enough that she could fend for herself for the hours he was gone without dying. Though he’d still been all nervous and jittery about leaving her alone the first day. Truth be told, she’d missed him when he was gone, insistent fussing and all.

He’d brought her some of her case notes to work on, finally providing a bit of relief from the boredom of being bound to the couch all hours of the day.

She had her legs curled up underneath her, pen twirling absentmindedly in her hand as she looked over the papers spread out in front of her. At the sound of keys sliding into the door her head perked up, lips tugging upwards as Jonathan pushed his way into the apartment, clicking the locks into place behind him and dropping his briefcase down by the door before coming over to the couch to kiss her.

“Hi.”

“Hey. Is it raining outside?” she asked, taking note of the slight dampness coating his hair.

“Only a little,” he lifted the bag he had dangling from one hand. “I brought food.”

Stacking her notes into a neat pile, she tossed them onto the coffee table. “I love you.”

Jonathan chuckled, placing another kiss to her cheek and leaving the food with her to be unwrapped as he shucked off his suit jacket, tossing it over the back of a chair, loosening his tie and tossing that away as well, rolling up his shirt sleeves to his elbows. Vanessa bit her lip, silently lamenting that she was banned from any funny business for at least another week or so. 

As soon as he was on the couch, she handed him his food, settling her own container from the bag in her lap and scooting closer to him, cozying up to his side.

“I missed you,” her lips pressed insistently to his cheek, where a dimple sometimes appeared when he smiled. Jonathan shot her a look that she could only describe as soft, leaning into her touch.

“I missed you too,” his hand stroked over her thigh. “How are you feeling?”

“Good. Still a little tired, I guess.”

“Hm,” he hummed, reclining back against the couch, pulling her with him until she was nestled close to his side.

“How was work?” she asked around a mouthful of her pasta, twisting another helping carefully around her fork.

“Alright. A few people asked about you. Johnson had another episode and almost swallowed his own tongue. They’re keeping him in the infirmary for a while.”

“Oh, well. At least he didn’t die, the paperwork would have been a nightmare.”

His snicker sounded low and deep in his chest, hand stroking through the long, loose locks of her hair. They switched on the TV, eating in comfortable silence as they listened to the gentle hum of the voices from the speakers. Containers of food discarded, she ended up with her arms wrapped around his ribs, her head pillowed on his chest as they just lounged, eyelids growing heavy.

“Jonathan?” she poked him suddenly in the shoulder, rousing him from the slight doze he had slipped into.

“What?”

Tracing nonsense patterns into his chest, she shrugged. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

His thumb stroked along her jaw, tilting her head upwards so that he could peck her on the lips. 

“Always.”

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Sleeping arrangements

Avengers (and Matt Murdock x Reader)

Sum:  It's late and the bed is so nice. It's time to sleep and to bring your heroes along with you. (Fluffy little snippets of sleepy time with the Avengers)

Steve Rogers:

It’s the last train home and only one thing in this world is warm. The wall of Steve Rogers your head rested against was beating softly through the jacket and shirt he wore. Keeping your arms around his center to keep any of the heat from getting away. His own arm protects around your shoulders, keeping you in and gibing his hand something to do instead.

He could’ve driven, he should’ve driven, instead he wanted to take the train. He wanted to walk around like he did years and years before, but this time with your hands intertwined.

Although far away the train has started to shake the earth. Taking you out of the almost sleeping world and back into this cold one. The change in worlds brings out a yawn and lets the cold back in. It’s been a long day. With your eyes closed and clothes heavier than they could ever be Steve was the only thing keeping you up. His chin rests on your head after a while, thumb rubbing over your shoulder as the train finally pulled to a stop.

Inside it was the same story but in a seated position. Guided into his lap and landing with a groan as it was just so much work. The practically empty strain allowed your legs to stretched straight out over the seats.

Steve could stay awake longer than most, but he was tired. He was cold and annoyed and really wished he had driven instead of taking this stupid train. He took his frustration out on squeezing you tight, holding on as if you were liable to fall right out of the seat if he let go. At least it was warmer inside the train.

Tony Stark:

Someone staying up late, not getting enough sleep, and making exhaustion their personality trait is funny for maybe week. But After days of trying to coax him to come to bed, to try something other than just giving up on sleep or even talking to a doctor it gets concerning. After weeks of these same issues, it becomes frustrating.

Everyone, from Pepper to Peter have done their fair share of lecturing. Happy has gone out of his way in helping you get the dumbass to appointments. All of which he has walked right out because, unfortunately, he was still an adult who could make his own decisions.

It’s only after using the nuclear word that he pays attention.

“Anthony,” You say just before he leaves the room.

Although speaking to his back he does stop. His shoulders have tensed under the t-shirt and he’s listening in.

There’s an audio book’s worth of things you could say about this issue. But it would all be a repeat that he’s heard before, from many different mouths. Instead, you kept it simple, not even bothering to turn on the light.

“You didn’t even try.” It comes out from a tired partner just wanting the best for him. Yet Tony walks away from the advice, again.

Thor:

Power doesn’t stop for sleep. It’s still in the air when he’s laying sideways towards the window. Because of the whole nighttime thing it’s hard to tell if clouds are actually coming in or darkening. Maybe you’re just insane but Mr. Weatherman didn’t say anything about rain tonight, right?

It was a jolt that really woke you up. Looking over your shoulder at the expanse of muscular back. Thor movements were always a bit too…loud for this world. Whether running through a fight or moving in his sleep it calls attention to everyone. He doesn’t mean to, but it does wake you up enough to see your glass is dryer as a bone.

As if reading your mind, the rain has come down. It could almost be described as torrential how hard it was all coming down. Matching the dramatics of rain, a lightning strike coming straight down into some poor tree.

This wasn’t the first time Thor had a nightmare. Asgardians just seemed to be humans 2.0, making Thor just as a victim to horror as we humans are. At the same time, he was still another worldly being, translating to giving him a few feet when waking him up.

Another strike of lightening and another tree is taken out of this world. Without the lights on that blast was your only moment of lightening. The rest of the journey made to Thor’s side of the bed was done in darkness and pounding rain. Following the outlined Asgardian until reaching his shoulder. A gentle hand on his should does nothing. A little shake and a whispered “Thor,” finally does the trick.

The two strikes of lightening outside somehow reached his eyes. For the briefest of seconds blue, cracking energy is directed right at you. Stopping just as quickly as they appeared, replaced with Thor’s regular blue eyes that blink a few times.

“What is it?” he asks.

There’s no point in telling him the truth about his nightmares and their effect. Then again, there’s no point in lying either. Instead, it’s better to distract. “It’s still super early. Back to bed.” You say instead, kissing with until he takes the hit and holds you.

Bucky Barnes:

Sleep is a luxury that isn’t worth chasing. With the pillows and sheets there were nightmares and enemies that could sense his weakness. Trying to get at least six hours and all that guarantees is waking up sweaty and a call to doc, making sure to get everything back in order before you could ever notice.

Instead, he takes walks. Maps out the city at night, the changes and differences that happened without him. He recognizes the buildings, the structures and bricks that were too strong to be a victim to time.

Most of the time he does this alone. Watching a show about nothing until you were asleep before starting his walk. But there were times you catch him, calling out to him like the neighborhood cat trying to get away. Getting on your own shoes and jacket quickly. Then enforcing the handholding during the little adventure.

It’s only when passing by something important that words are shared. “One of my buddies worked here when this place was a mechanic. Broke his leg just before the draft, I still think it was on purpose.” He’d say then never bring it up again.

These walks are always shorter than most. After two times Bucky learned when to make the loop back home with you. When your building comes back into view the handholding has gotten sweaty. The walking had slowed to a crawl and you were dragging him down by the arm. Even less talking was done after getting through the door; just landing face down onto the bed without bothering about the shoes.

These kind of walks were Bucky’ favorite.

Natasha Romanoff:

The bed was used almost exclusively for sleeping. As the couch was both comfy and expensive. And, as Nat puts it, “Should we do it with the lights off too? Under the covers like grandparents?” Although it was probably another reason to use the overpriced couch more often.

Like any good, and overworked, soldier Nat could sleep anywhere. When a mission is done, and there’s nothing to worry about, a shower and a nap is the best in the world.

“I smell nice,” She says walking into the living after the shower. Steam still behind her, hair wrapped up and a sweater purposefully bought to be several sizes too big.

She stretches and lays over you like a cat. Resting as close as possible so you, too, can smell the expensive shampoo she uses. Making sure that the body wash isn’t ignored either as that, too, was expensive.

“Might as well spend this pay on something,” She says when asked about the prices.

Although she asks what you’re up to she won’t be awake for the answer. Already teetering into sleep land when you answer.

Natasha was as athletic as she was heavy. Only sometimes managing to carry her bridal style and most of the time having to walk/guide her into the bedroom. Either letting her drop onto the bed with the same weight you had carried in, or she holds fast and takes you down with her.

Just like a cat, Natasha gets to decide cuddle time.

T’challa:

Although the mattress was new, the bed’s size was traditional, and passed on through generations of rulers. Forget California king bed, A Wakanda king bed was that and a half. Ten feet length, twelve feet tall. Combined with blankets, pillows and more it was easy to disappear into the thing. But it was also easy to get lost in it all.

In the middle of the night, in the very center of this ocean of bed, you can reach out forever. Finding pillows (both the decorative and the usable kind), smaller blankets or stuffed animals that have managed to be added. But it’s a tiresome journey, one that doesn’t seem to have an end even as you stretched to pointed toes and fingers.

It’s only after touching body heat that you can relax. Finally finding your king that turns to your touch. Making his own journey through sheets and bedding. Using you as the trail into his love. Neither of you thinking about the absolute nightmare it will be to make this bed tomorrow.

Pietro Maximoff:

For most of his life Pietro is moving. Be it running or just running his mouth, he’s not the kind of guy to sit still. Unfortunately, this also applies to sleeping.

“He’s been sleep walking since we were children,” Wanda once said. “Our father once found him crying in a puddle. He had slipped and woken up in the street. He’ll deny crying, though.”

As an adult Pietro doesn’t actively get up and walk around anymore. The man made up of strong and lean muscle still moves quite a bit. Waking up from freezing feet finding yours or because he’s sat upright in bed again. Using soft, but firm, pressure to get him to lay back down or to guide him back to his side of the bed. If you weren’t careful his arms would find you, almost dragging you back to his side of the bed.

He'd deny it in the morning. Smiling with barely open eyes as you’re still pressed against him. No matter how much you’re going to insist this was his fault he’d still mock you. Nuzzling in since you insist on cuddling so much.

Peter Parker:

There’s a time limit next when sitting next to Peter. You have ten minutes before his head finds your shoulder. If you don’t shrug or lean away he’ll stay there, slowly leaning in until he’s all settled.

Although not completely asleep he does rest. If your hands are held in those moments you could probably feel his pulse slow down as his breathing slows. Maybe his eyes manage to stay open, but his eyes do get heavy. Someone could say his name, and he’d respond, but it be from his throat. An annoyed groan directed to whoever was ruining this moment. Even if it was usually a teacher or adult.

It’s only when traveling, and you’re sitting for a while, that he completely falls asleep. Progressing past just leaning his head and adding his arms. If you allow him, putting an arm around your back and the other over your center. With your own arm over his back, he sleeps in a position that, although sweet, always left a pain in his neck. Something he’d complain about until you ask if he want’s you to rub his shoulders.

Stephen Strange:

During aura projection Stephen’s body is dead weight. No muscles or bone working with the individual trying to help them. It’s just taken over by gravity and his entire weight wants to be on the floor. Sleep does the same thing.

Short of a bucket of water to his face he won’t wake up. Part of his experience in med school was taking every bit of use sleep could give him. Which leads to sleeping fast, and sleeping hard, usually opened mouth. No snoring yet, but the moment he does there’s an open target for shutting him up.

Matt Murdock:

It’s a mixture of meditation and caffeine that he is still functioning. Too busy, much too busy, as a lawyer for the two of you to share a bed most of the time. Making any comments you have about his sleep schedule mute.

Watching him doesn’t change give any information either. Coffee in the morning, some deep breathing and self-centering in the between moments at work, and sleep ins on days off were all you could gather. Between that it’s easier to just assume he’s fine.

Just laugh at his “not like I need to rest my eyes,” jokes and move on.

Carol Danvers:

After going through every time change known to man, alien and beyond Carol has developed a very specific still. Carol Danvers, woman with the power of a star and to sleep literally anywhere at any time. Be it a cleared-out corner of some ship, an open floor that keeps her hidden from passersby or on your lap. The latter being her personal favorite.

Like a massive golden retriever, she wants to be in the middle of your lap. Close as possible with a arm holding around your shoulder and the other on her toy, or phone.  A being of wiry muscle and heat keeping you pinned to the couch. Most of the time she’s out ten minutes into the movie, most of the time the remotes’ out of reach, and most of the time you gotta go pee.

[cielcius]

Lololol, I just had an idea for our little fire bois. What about them having a s/o that's always sleepy and loves warm spots and of course Bakugo and Todoroki are kind of always pretty warm so like, they're just chilling on the common room couch and their s/o just flops onto their lap, hugs them and goes to sleep. Maybe being like "You're warm and I'm tired so you're my pillow now" I think that'd be pretty hilarious and adorable. Especially with bakugo being both tempted to throw them off him and letting them get some rest lololol btw I really loved the shoto prompt you did, it's adorable ~cat quirk anon

TIRED S/O WHO LIKES TO STAY WARM | HEADCANONS

includes: bakugou k. & todoroki s.

from the writer: hello my lovely cat quirk anon! Its nice to hear from u and thank u very much for liking my prompt with Sho. Ugh, ur ideas are just so fluffy. I LOVE IT. Anyways, I hope u enjoy and thank u for requesting. Have a lovely day/evening!

notes & warnings: cursing, reader leaning on them (katsuki), reader laying in their lap (shouto)

Bakugou:

“oi, what the hell do you think you’re doing?”

it took him a bit by surprise and he lowkey thought it was Kaminari trying to mess with him again until he fully recognized your very tired and slumped over figure

you knew, he knew, everybody knew, that Aizawa had not let up on you guys that day, giving one of the most intense training sessions the class had ever endured 

so after changing into some cozier clothes, you found your body making a beeline for your hot-headed boyfriend

except he is not your boyfriend anymore, he is now your naturally heated pillow

it took him a few solid seconds as he sat there now very rigidly, having a whole ass civil war with himself between pushing you off of his lap and letting you rest because surprise, surprise, he cares <3 

so with a little scowl, he wrapped his arms around you before resting his head on your shoulder, and it was nice... until he remembered that the Bakusquad still existed as if their only purpose in life was to torment Bakugou until his last breath

“oh my god, dude, we need a picture of this”

“they look so cute! send that picture to me, I’m sure L/n will want a copy”

“hey, maybe we should just leave them, they look pretty tired”

“yeah, its not very manly to disturb others. plus, I think Bakubro’s about to wake up.....”

bakugou has been up the whole time

guys..... run

Todoroki:

oh, sweet bby boy

he is a little taken back at first when you come up to him only to drop into his lap

“hello, love. how are you—”

oof

he understands that you’re tired so ofc he’ll let you be if you’re comfortable in his arms

oh my god imagine being in his arms and the extra warmth in your upper arms when he hugs you idk maybe that just me

but regardless if his friends are around, he’ll let you do what you need to do

and what you need is his warmth 😌

will not get embarrassed no matter whose around

everyone knows you’re his s/o so why should he feel embarrassed ahem Bakugou

he will take a nap with you

couple naps~ now that’s real couple goals

“uh, Todoroki, it’s time for dinner”

you were still asleep so man really said “Midoriya, no❤️”

he tried making you dinner later when you woke up but uh..... let’s just say it was the thought that counted

“oh my god Todoroki! the fire, the fire!”