#i need to get some icepacks. but that means getting out of bed

[woso-dreamzzz]

Big Bed IV

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Sometimes you just need the Big Bed

It was a rough game.

Against a team like France, the games are always tough. They're ranked so highly and they play so skilfully and they run circles around most teams.

Their shots come in rapid fire, one after the other and it's like they're playing with multiple balls because the pressure keeps piling up and up and up.

A corner is where it all goes wrong for you.

One of your midfielders conceded it, a young girl that you're pretty sure plays for Häcken who had to kick the ball out after your defence was caught off guard.

France swing it in.

You can't get a good grip on it, not with all the jostling and pushing in your box but you manage to punch it away.

There's a leg already up though, a dangerously high leg with a knee that cracks into your eye.

The pain is instantaneous and you groan.

Your eyes swells shut quickly. You can already tell a bruise is forming.

It's a straight red card.

No leg should be high enough that the knee is what connects with someone. There should be no high legs regardless but the fact that it's the knee that hits you instead of the foot is pretty dangerous play and the player gets sent off.

You get taken off too. You can barely see out of your other eye. You're no use to the team right now.

You give the armband over to your vice-captain and follow the medics out to get treatment.

You don't have a concussion which is good but you have to sit there with an icepack on your face to make the swelling go down.

"You look rough," Magda says, tilting your head to one side when you come home that night.

This was the last match of your Euro Qualifiers and, honestly, it hadn't really meant much.

Sweden were already through so it's not like your absence from today's match was make or break for the team.

It's nice to be home though even if you still feel a bit unsettled.

You don't know if it's because of your eye or just plain exhaustion but you feel a little out of your skin, like you're sitting at the dinner table but not at the same time.

You're hyper-aware of every part of your body and your stomach swirls uneasily.

But you can push that feeling away, at least for a little while. At least while you eat with your mothers.

It's a good time, mostly. Good food. Good conversation. Good company.

You think you've made yourself feel better, pushing away this fleeting feeling of anxiousness.

It comes back though, like it always does. It creeps up on you like a phantom, waiting until you're alone to pounce.

You stare up at your ceiling.

It's dark out and, even though you took some painkillers, you can swear that you feel your eye throb.

You toss and turn for what feels like hours, unable to settle yourself.

The last time you felt like this, you were at home with Talia. She'd held you and whispered sweet nothings in your ear, a supportive body against yours as you both waited for the feeling to fade.

You feel dangerously unmoored, like you're a boat that's been pushed out to sea with no sails and no oars. You just drift into the darkness as your stomach swirls uneasily.

You sigh, pulling yourself from bed and shoving down the covers.

It's a short walk across the hall to your mothers but your hand freezes on the door handle, suddenly worried that they'll kick you out for doing this.

Your hand hovers, clenching and unclenching around the smooth metal before you close your eyes, resting your head on the door.

You push the door open, slipping inside.

It creaks slightly and Pernille rolls over in bed, voice still rough with sleep.

"Princesse? Is that you?"

"Yes."

"Is something wrong?"

"I..er...I mean no but..." You sigh. "I don't know. Can I sleep in here tonight?"

Even in her sleep addled mind, Pernille can't make much sense of why. "In here?"

"I can sleep on the floor," You say quickly," I just...I don't know. Can I?"

"Don't be stupid," Magda says, awoken by the noise and blunt as ever," You're not sleeping on the floor." She pats the spot between her and Pernille. "Get in."

"Are you sure?"

"Get in. The bed's big enough for all of us."

"I feel like a kid again."

"You are a kid. You're our kid. Get in bed."

It's the best sleep you've had in weeks.

[rottmntsimp]

Colds, Coughs and Cuddles

Prompt: Oh no! Y/N's come down with a sickness! Look's like their caring S/O will have to take care of them 🖤 Pairing(s): Rise!Donnie x Sick!Reader; Rise!April x Sick!Reader

Donnie

💜 - As soon as you text him you're sick, don't be surprised when you hear a knock on your window a few seconds later

💜 - He's the kind of guy who'll go online and look up anything and everything he might need for a happy and fulfilling relationship the day right after you guys first got together-

💜- He [thinks he] knows what to do

💜 - No need to open the window for him, he's got you, boo <3

💜 - As he carefully makes his way in, he'll probably look a little pissed

💜 - Not because he hates you! In fact, it's the complete opposite- He just cares for you so much (although he might not say it) that he's upset you have to go through this

💜 - He'll probably have on a surgical mask, and probably some plastic gloves (how he got 3-fingered gloves, you'll never know), before flicking his goggles down and doing a scan of your condition

💜 - After that's finished, his metallic spider-arms thingies retract from his battle shell, each one holding a different medicine, ranging from syrups to pills, and even an ice pack

💜 - Won't let you move at all

💜 - Want some water? He's already got you a nice warm glass

💜 - Feeling a little cold? Adjusting your blanket

💜 - Heating up? Putting the icepack on your forehead

💜 - But just cause he's doing all this, doesn't mean he's doing it himself

💜 - Oh no, he's a sitting all the way across your room, having his spider arms help you out

💜 - Now, this whole time it was uncomfortably silent, so much that even Donnie's autistic ass (/affec) could pick up on it

💜 - So, get ready for an interrogation

💜 - He's gonna get curious about how you got sick

💜 - Oh, there's a cough going around your school?

💜 - Alright, just make sure to wear a mask to school next time

💜 - Now, let's say you got sick because of something like...uh, playing in the rain for too long

💜 - Oh boy

💜 - The second you see his eye twitch get ready for the lecture of your life

💜 - Will scold you for being so careless and getting sick

💜 - And is a bit hurt you didn't invite him out

💜 - But I headcanon him as the kind of guy who doesn't mind being in water, but despises being touched when wet, so he understands

💜 - Will be asking you what the fuck you were thinking, and might look a little pissed, but you know its just out of love

💜 - Once he's calmed down, get ready for him to stay the night

💜 - Now, if you guys have gotten together only recently, he'll probably just pull up a chair and sit at the spot where he was standing before, across the room from you and your bed

💜 - He doesn't mean to be rude! He just hates catching colds, and is taking the necessary precautions to ensure he doesn't end up getting sick too

💜 - But if you guys have been together for a while now, he'll pull the chair up by your bed and take your hand in his, and coax you to sleep

💜 - If you ask him for cuddles, he'll just raise his eyebrow at your pouting face, before giving your hand a gentle squeeze

💜 - Better than nothing I guess

💜 - Either way, he will not sleep tonight

💜 - My boy's gonna keep an eye on you, scanning you every hour, getting you water and giving you your dosages of medication whenever needed

💜 - Now AFTER you start to get better, he'll start acting normal again

💜 - I hc him as the kind of guy who likes touch, but he doesn't like surprise touch or being touched when overstimulated

💜 - If he's in a good mood the next day, for the love of god, gently pull him into the bed and force him to sleep

💜 - That boy needs it

💜 - Overall, may come off as harsh, but he's just looking out for you <3

April

💚 - This girl's gonna be by your side the whole time

💚 - She's got the spare key to your place for emergencies, and seeing her gorgeous S/O suffering alone-

💚 - Nuh uh, not on her watch

💚 - Is at your door within seconds, putting even the flash to shame

💚 - The second your guardian opens the door for her, she rushes in, shouting apologies to them, as she makes her way to your room

💚 - She's gonna burst into your room and start gushing all over you, worrying, especially if you didn't tell her at least 24 hours after you got sick

💚 - Just, like, imagine a black and white film, you're dramatically draped across the bed, hand to your forehead, as April "cries" at feet

💚 - Ok, but jokes aside, she will dead-ass have a whole backpack whole cold and cough syrup, cough drops, an ice pack for fevers, basically whatever you need

💚 - I mean, Raph didn't call her the "girl with a plan" for nothing

💚 - Now, while she is hovering over you, I don't mean she's panicking, nah, she's actually pretty calm

💚 - Perks of her mom being a nurse ig

💚 - Anyway, she's got plenty of experience dealing with small little sicknesses, experience is the best mentor yk

💚 - Fully believes laughter is the best medicine, but will make sure you don't strain your throat too much

💚 - Unlike Donnie, this girl don't care about getting sick

💚 - She's gonna crawl into the sheets with you, and cuddle up next to you, as you two just do something to get your mind off your sore throat and headache; be it just talking about something random like the show you 2 are binging together, or maybe another mission the turtles went on, or if you don't have a headache, maybe just watch some funny videos on youtube or tiktok

💚 - One way or another, you two are about to fall asleep like this, and I'm not taking no for an answer

💚 - She'll see that you've passed out and are leaning on her shoulder, and she'll just smile softly, before pecking your forehead, and adjusting the blankets before shooting her mom a text saying she'll be staying the night at your place, before falling asleep next to you <33

💚 - She'll probably end up sick too, but to her, it was totally worth it

💚 - Fr the best girlfriend ever, 10/10

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AY HOW'S THAT FOR MY FIRST POST >:DD

I hope this came out well, cuz I was trying smth new by writing in 2nd POV, so tell me how you guys feel about it!!

[theyluvlyss]

𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬

because I'm still sick, which means reader has to suffer and be sick, too. sorry not sorry😆🩷.

𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫-𝐒𝐢𝐜𝐤 (what a corny title💀✋🏽)

《 ♡ 》 imagine

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𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 :

regardless of a boosted immune system, an increased recovery time, and the convenience of being indestructible, even superheroes get sick from time to time. unfortunately, you're stubborn and would much rather aid your boyfriend and his family with the day's super-tasks than rest up.

𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 :

fem!girlfriend!reader x billy batson - she/her/hers pronouns! - reader has the powers of shazam as well!

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞 :

post shazam!: fury of the gods

𝐓𝐖/𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 :

reader being sick :/ - cough/cold&flu medicine side effects - lots of fluff/billy looking after you - reader wanting to play hero so, so bad bro lmao - cussing (not a lot at all) (honestly, just start assuming all of my writing will have curse words in it💀)

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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Billy Batson had been in the middle of stuffing your pillow with a freshly frozen icepack before both of your attentions had been pulled towards your TV, watching in alarm as some beastly creature continued to mutilate downtown Philadelphia. You couldn't quite make out its features, nor what it was exactly the reporter was saying, her newscaster-like tone and the picture on the screen all just a blur to you.

Too ill feeling to put some clarity on it, all you knew was that it was certainly dangerous and was definitely a call for superhero duty. Mildly delirious or not.

"Let me come with you...!" You boasted rather confidently for someone with flem still stuck in your nose, throat, and chest, and your head pounding so hard you regretted the act of shooting up in bed.

"Absolutely not." Billy rejected your demand immediately, turning back just to shake his head at you while you attempted at more protests.

"*cough* - But I can- I could help-"

Your voice strained terribly while more coughs interrupted, proving Billy's unspoken point more than enough. And even then, he'd still use the perfect timing of your sickly hacks to double down on it.

"And that's exactly why you're not coming. You need to rest so you can get better."

"Oh my god, it's just a cough. I'll be okay, I can do this."

Again, you were shot another shake of the head, along with a deadpanned look of disbelief as he made his way closer in order to stop you from pushing your blankets and sheets away.

"You can barely get up fast without feeling dizzy, but you think you can stop that?"

He pointed back at the TV, the monster actively knocking into buildings and wreaking havoc amongst crowds of running citizens.

You nodded as though you were an eager puppy, wide eyes staring back into his along with a lazy smile as if to fake like you were all better.

Unfortunately for you, Billy wasn't buying it.

"Yeah, no, lay down..."

"But-"

"And with luck, we'll have it all handled before dinner. I'll come back to check on you, 'kay?"

He hardly acknowledged your pleas, informing you that with help from his siblings, things would go smoothly. Without you.

Pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead before replacing it with a cool, damp rag, you tried a final attempt at convincing him to let you come along, fight the good fight rather than wallow in bad health.

"Billy..."

The simple call of his name and a pouty look during his urge into laying you down.

Pushing at your shoulders, he succeeded, smiling above you while you gave in to the warmth of your bed once more. He tucked you in and then backed away towards your window, opening it with the intention to jump while you watched, fighting sleep.

"I love you, (Y/N). Rest. Please."

With a pained sigh, both of disappointment and from the literal ache of your body, you did as told and heeded his words.

"Fine. I love you, too."

He smiled, and then, he was gone. A crack of thunder after a loud, "Shazam!!" the last thing you heard before forcing yourself not to worry any longer.

You'd trust your boyfriend and his siblings. Like he said, they'd surely have everything done and cleaned up by the time you finished your nap. No need for your appearance, taking some much needed recovery from the cold that ravaged your normal body.

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"Look, ma'am, that's real sweet of you, but I-... You should really get outta' here!"

"But if I could just have you answer a few more questions, I mean...! I'm sure the public would love to know!"

"Who are you, Lois Lane? You've gotta be the most persistent reporter ever, lady...!"

It was the muffled shouts of adults that brought you back from your sleep some thirty minutes later. If you could even call it that. It was more like a delirious limbo, a point between consciousness and dreamland, all while a fever brewed and festered regardless of the now warm rag that coated over your forehead.

Hell, your pajamas could easily pass as the small towel on your head, drenched in your sweat while you groaned and pushed yourself up weakly. Your body continued to ache, nose stuffy and running at the same time, and god, did you want nothing more than to drink a gallon of water to soothe your sore throat.

Instead, you forced your eyes to open, squinting at the TV in hopes of gauging the situation that Billy assured you would be solved by now.

"bAcK tO cHecK oN y0u bEfOre dInNeR!" He had said, or something like that, which left you rolling your eyes now in the present. Half an hour later, he and his siblings were still struggling to clear out civilians from the scene! Had they even begun to tackle the beast that still roamed free on top of your beloved city? You figured not, considering you could quite literally feel the ground shaking due to its thunderous steps and loud roars.

You had to go. You couldn't not. It's very obvious they needed your help, at least with crowd control or as distraction, something! Whatever you could do to help, to save lives, you'd be more than happy to do it. Even while sick, even if it meant giving up some of your resting time to help those in need. It was what being a superhero was all about, wasn't it?

All of this power... there was no way you could just sit here and do nothing with it! Besides, it's not like anyone would really even notice that you were sick. Sure, you did get dizzy when you rose from the bed, standing on your own two feet. And yeah, your head pounded, and your nose caused your voice to dawn a nasal tone. But you could still fight, couldn't you?

You had to, with only one way to find out...

You went to your bathroom, scanning your medicine cabinet for the bottle of Cold & Flu medicine, and recklessly drank a few swallows straight from the bottle. You did so in hopes it'd hold you over for the next couple of hours, at the very least, curing your symptoms just enough to where your sickness wouldn't affect your performance.

With haste, you were back in your room, preparing yourself for the transformation from your regular self to your super-self, all with the use of the simple, magic word...

"Sha-...ahchoo...!"

Okay, that was gross.

Wiping your nose from the snot and clearing your throat with several "ahem"s and rough coughs, you tried again, moving yourself towards your window just as Billy had and checking to make sure there were no bystanders or any members of your family around to see you.

"Shazam!!"

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"What about the monster?!" Darla shouted amongst the sea of endless screaming people and loud roars of the beast ahead, floating towards her brothers nearby with a look of concern dawning her adult features.

Billy's face mimicked hers, looking up at the beast and then back towards helpless people running in fear in all sorts of scattered directions. It was confusing, to say the least, but he'd do his best to make up for it as long as no one got injured on his watch.

"Uhh... I think we should keep clearing out people! They'll get hurt if we don't protect them!"

"But-!" Eugene started, though Billy clearly wasn't having it. One could even say the stress had gotten to him, this event definitely taking longer than anticipated with more public property being destroyed by the minute. Which meant longer clean-up duty. Which meant late dinner, which meant no time to check up on you, and-

"We'll get there when we get there!" Was his final (and pretty lax) answer, only for Freddy to swoop down and point out the next impending tragedy.

"Well, if we're gonna get there, we should get there now because it's gonna destroy the town hall!"

And it was true, the grotesque being merrily on its way towards arguably one of the most important landscapes in the city. Of course the townhall, of all buildings ever...

"Gee, thanks, Captain Obvious...!" Billy huffed, Freddy merely giving a two-finger salute in order to further solidify his frivolous behavior.

"You're welcome, Captain You-Obviously-Don't-Know-What-You're- Doing...!"

Pedro was next to return to the scene, his face twisted in oncoming question as his eyes shifted between the monster, the building, and back again.

"I mean... Do we really need the town hall? 'Cause it's super white and boring-"

"Pedro...!"

"I- What?!"

And finally, Mary. The wisest of the siblings, surely, and growing increasingly harrowed by the current events and the fact that her brothers and sister were not aiding in the fight whatsoever.

"Yes, we do need the town hall, and us standing around talking about it is not helping anything...!"

"What're we thinking?" Freddy murmured, having leaned over to Billy in hopes of their older sister not being able to hear them.

"Captain Bossy."

"Definitely."

A sudden battle cry caused their heads to snap up away from the monster and towards an incoming ball of lightning and fury. Your eyes glowed the same color as your supersuit, fist cocked back with the intention to slam every last bit of force and power you've accumulated onto your enemy. With a loud, cracking sound, it was safe to assume your hit had connected, your entire body colliding with the beast with so much force that the both of you went toppling over onto-

Oh...

"See? Told you we didn't need it." Pedro smiled and nodded, admiring your bravery and the fact you had managed to subdue the monster with one nearly fatal blow.

Mary, though unamused, marveled at the scene just the same before Billy gave a harsh sigh and a shake of the head.

"I told her to stay in bed..."

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A mere moment had passed where you were in and out of consciousness (for the second time today, might I add), the only thing filling your vision being clouds upon clouds of smoke? Steam? Whichever the case, it caused an eerie, foggy atmosphere that didn't really seem to help your already mildly delirious state. Although, you had to admit, you were quite proud of yourself for taking down the threat in one go, having been pretty unsure of the amount of damage you'd be able to deal in your current state.

You slowly brought yourself to your feet, trying your best to squint through the "fog" in order to make out your whereabouts until you had looked down, taking notice of the weirdly textured road you stood on. It was a deep, deep maroon color. Rough and scaly, almost like a raisin and... moving?

You could've sworn that it - whatever you were standing on - was rising and sinking just the slightest. But, then again, you couldn't exactly trust your vision right now, the effects of your medicine kicking in with a weird, head-spinning affect that caused you to almost miss the loud shout of your name.

"(Y/N)!!" Billy called into the clearing mist, hands cupped over his mouth and very grateful in the moment that his adult voice was loud and deep. He was sure his calls could be heard from miles away, let alone a few feet, his worry growing when he still didn't receive a response despite that fact.

"Baby, where are you...?!"

A smile creeped onto your face at the pet name, turning and looking towards the sound of his voice. It was when the golden glow of his lightning emblem came into view that you allowed excitement to swell in your chest, calling back out to him with a squeal laced in your raspy voice.

"I'm down here, I'm okay! Did you see what I did?! I literally took it out with one punch!"

When Billy was finally able to catch sight of you, another breath of relief left his throat, hurrying towards your wobbly figure and steadying you once he felt your grip on his biceps.

"Yes, I saw, and I'm concerned because I thought I told you to stay in bed."

"Aww, c'mon, dude...!" You practically whined. "I'm totally fine, I literally feel fine! Plus, it was obvious you needed my help, so-"

"We had it handled, (Y/N)."

"Oh, is that why I-..." Harsh coughs cut into whatever attitude you were about to dunk on your boyfriend, stepping away to cover your mouth as he nodded knowingly.

"It doesn't matter when you're still sick and should be resting."

"It's *cough* fine, I'm *cough-cough* I'm fine."

He didn't have time to offer up more lectures with his deadpanned look, his siblings swift to join you two with gracious smiles of their own at your appearance and quick take down.

"That was sick, you know how sick that was?! If I could do an instant replay, I would because that was awesome!" Freddy gushed, blowing your ego higher than need be as Pedro offered up a fist bump. You returned it eagerly, only to pout again when Billy didn't hesitate to inform them all of your unfortunate status.

"You wanna know what else is sick? Her. She is. She's sick and really should not be here-"

"-But I am, and I did my part, and now everything's fine and you're just mad 'cause you're a hater...!" You huffed, being exaggerative with your arms and hands that caused Billy to give you a weird look.

"What are you, drunk?"

You took offense to the half-joking question, unsure as to why he'd ask such a thing when you felt perfectly fine and dandy. Like, cloud nine, hazy eyes, and the weird urge to run a marathon yet so, so sleepy at the same time.

"Am I drunk or am I sick, Batson, which is it?"

A pause, attitude dwindling.

"'Cause...'cause I dunno', either..."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, shaking his head once more in what could only be a mixture of dissatisfaction and worry.

"You took too much medicine before you got here, didn't you..."

Barely even a question, the obvious answer being yes, you could only scoff and toss your head to the side.

"No, just half the bottle..."

"That's way too much." Mary commented, nodding her head solemnly.

Before anyone could continue the odd conversation, the ground they stood on began to rise and fall a lot heavier than before.

"I knew it!" You shouted alarmingly loud, startling the siblings as they struggled to keep balance on the surface that was now beginning to rumble.

"Knew what?!" Freddy exclaimed. "What do you know?!"

"I thought I was hallucinating, but I'm not! We're not on the ground!" You informed, the shaking growing more violent by the second.

"What?!"

"(Y/N), please explain...!" Mary further urged, and before you could, a coughing fit stopped you from doing so and left everyone else in the dark, Billy trying his best to come to your side for comfort only for everyone to lose their balance the higher the "ground" rose.

Without second thought, Eugene flew upwards to get a better look at the entire scene, the rest of you quickly following in suit until you were all high enough in the sky to see that the monster was not yet finished with its rampage.

"(Y/N), hit it with another falcon punch!!" Freddy urged, Billy already shaking his head while giving an answer before you could.

"No, no, do not do that, she doesn't even feel well enough to be flying, look at her...!"

And it was true, your flying abilities suffering majorly from lack of health and increase of the medicine taking full affect making you drowsy and unfocused. You struggled to stay steady in the air, using Billy's arm as a crutch in case you were to suddenly drop from the sky. Hell, even the lightning emblem on your chest was dimming in and out as if you were literally on the verge from powering down while you spoke nasaly.

"He's...he's right, I feel- I'm pretty sure all of my power went into that one attack."

Freddy, dramatically, tossed his arms up into the air before dropping them at his sides.

"Oh, great, so we're screwed."

Protests from his siblings swiftly followed, all of them coming forth at the same time that left Freddy lifting his open palms up into the air in surrender.

"Oh, real nice, bro..." - "We're right here, y'know." - "Don't say that, we can do this...!" - "Okay, (Y/N)'s not the only one who can throw a punch, man!" - "Maybe if we spent less time talking and letting the sick girl do all of the work..."

"Sorry-sorry, my bad, I didn't realize you guys were so sensitive about this...!"

Fortunately, amongst the chaos of their words and the beast slowly rising from the ruins of Philadelphia's town hall for round two, your brain managed to fumble through half of a thought. An idea that could possibly work if executed correctly. A real plan, something that would help, which is what you came here to do, after all.

And sure, maybe you were too weak to carry it out alone, but the entire reason Billy had shared his power with you in the first place was because he trusted you. The same goes for all of his siblings. Because all of you together made a great team.

Besides, a half-assed plan was better than none at all.

So, without further ado...

"What-...What if y'all just... what if we stayed on the monster and then we just used our hands and then...boom. Right?"

You gained looks of concern and confusion at your nonsensical murmurs, the group making it known that whatever had just left your lips made zero sense to them even though you had been pretty confident in the fact that you came across perfectly clear.

Freddy was the first to prove otherwise, though, a barely audible, "...what?" leaving his throat as Billy gave you a look of sympathy and care.

"You're delirious, babe..."

"No, stop, I'm being serious...!" You croaked while pushing him away, which in hindsight, wasn't in your best interest when you were doing good just to stay afloat as well as dealing with an oncoming migrane. You fought to ignore that as well.

"Sounds like someone needs a nap." Eugene quipped, leaving Freddy and Darla to snicker to themselves while you gave what should've been a scoff, but what ended up coming out was more of a weak cough.

"Shut up, Eugene, I'm-!" Taking a second to gather your words, you tried again, doing your best to convey your plan once more.

"We all have lightning powers, don't we? We could land on the monster... and-and boom! Y'know?"

With the movements of your hands and fingers, you nodded as if to confirm that they understood this time around. Unfortunately, no one seemed to catch on, Mary the only one staring ahead rather than at you in confusion until something in her brain seemed to click, and she was suddenly coming towards you with a smile.

"Wait... Wait, I think I understand!"

"You do?!" You jinxed with your boyfriend, your words laced with a tone of relief and excitement while Billy's held more of a shock and surprise.

Mary nodded briskly, taking your hands in hers upon delivering her praise.

"Yes, (Y/N), you're a genius, oh my gosh! Why didn't I think of that?!"

With the two of you giving relieved laughs in understanding of one another, Darla was the first the point out the obvious for the rest of the group, leaving room for Mary to explain your plan much better than you had twice before.

"Am I the only one really confused right now?"

"Guys, we have to electrocute the monster, that's the only way it's going down. And I think, what (Y/N) means is, if we all use our powers together as much as we can like she did when she knocked it out, we'll generate enough electricity to do so."

"Yes!!" You confirmed with a mix of exasperation and relief in your hoarse voice, leaning your head against Billy's shoulder as if just the act of talking about your plan tired you out.

It made you wonder if you'd be strong enough to participate in executing, the feeling of letting down those around you much worse than any monster attacking the city or illness attacking your body.

Billy could sense this, raising and dropping the shoulder your head rested upon to grab your attention before delivering playful encouragement.

"Huh. Remind me never to doubt your sick-brain."

Sniffling, you nodded, appreciating his efforts and gaining back some of that lost confidence.

"Damn right."

It wasn't long before your plan had been put into action, one sibling distracting the monster long enough for another to land on it unsuspectingly until, one by one, all of you had your hands firmly planted on a part of its body. Counting down the seconds, you guys generated any and all electricity your bodies had stored into your hands and finally, found yourselves practically frying the beast to ash.

For the last time today, it fell. And thankfully, not on top of any more buildings. You were happy to witness it all, let alone be a part of it, nodding as if to pat yourself on the back for doing good. You certainly deserved it, you felt, seeing as all of your power went drained, and you were even too sick to stand. You convinced yourself to sit, leaning up against a large wall of rubble in attempts to recuperate.

"Just need to catch my breath..." You reasoned with yourself as though your eyes weren't half a blink away from fully closing.

"Need a second..." You coughed, head spinning with the urge to succumb to the cold that left even super-you ill-advantaged.

. . .

"(Y/N)...!!" Mary called into the debris, only having run into her own siblings rather than you. This worried her, especially once it had been revealed that you were fighting while sick. It also made her wonder why such mystical and magical abilities couldn't cancel out such a common flu or virus. She'd definitely be found reading up on the matter later, that's for sure...

But, until then, the search continued, Billy joining his older sister's side with a familiar concern he always harbored for you.

"(N/N)...!! Where you at, babe?!"

"You don't think she got crushed, do you?"

Mary rolled her eyes before lightly slapping the arm of her other brother, Freddy never one to learn to keep his badly timed jokes to himself.

"Don't say that, we're already worried enough...!"

"Agh-! I didn't mean it...!"

"There she is...!" Darla cheered, pointing up ahead to where you had peacefully laid yourself to rest.

Okay, that sounded a little morbid, but it's meant in the literal sense, not to worry.

Although it's not like they could tell the same, the view to them more of an alarming take on what should've been a more joyous reunion.

With super-speed Billy had almost forgotten he possessed, he was by your side in an instant, crouching down and allowing a giant wave of relief to wash over him when he was granted a clear look of your rising and falling chest. You were still breathing (thank god), and pretty heavily, he noticed, his gaze trailing upwards to inspect your face for any marks or bruises.

He found none, only the beads of sweat on your forehead and your eyes sunken in while you lightly snored, unable to breathe through your nose even in slumber.

"She's okay..." He had spoken to himself at first, a final act of reassurance he hadn't realized he needed before pulling himself together and turning back to shout.

"She's okay...!!"

Naturally, this woke you, your eyes fluttering open and a smile gracing your features at the sound of his voice.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." You apologized, fighting back a yawn as you placed a cold hand into Billy's warm one. "I was just...sleepin'. Tired."

"That's what you get for pushing yourself." He half-joked, granting you a smile of his own that brought some heat back to your cheeks.

"You should've stayed home." He reiterated for what seemed like the millionth time this late afternoon.

"Sorry. Just really needed to help you guys..."

"You did. By a lot." He admitted, gently urging you to your feet. "You did good, really."

You laughed weakly, thankfully using Billy for support as the rest of the siblings approached, glad you were okay, up, and even trying to walk.

"That's all I wanted."

"Say the word." Billy coaxed, and for once, you heeded his advice and muttered it with the hopes that you'd suddenly return home. Safe, sound, and in your warm, cozy bed.

Alas, that was wishful thinking. Instead, you were transformed back to your regular self, gently held in Billy's adult arms with the warmth exuding from his lightning emblem lulling you back to sleep much faster than expelling large quantities of magical power ever could.

"I'm taking her home." He announced, sure of himself this time around before swiftly adding, "And she's gonna stay there...!"

As if you could actually hear him and his directive attitude, he looked down at your figure cuddled against him before going on.

"And hopefully, she'll be better soon enough for people to thank her."

───────── 《 .°•♡•°. 》 ──────────

"Hey, I think my sinuses are finally staring to clear up...!" You sniffled, basking in the glory that was a full, clear breath of air. Oh, how you missed air. How you missed breathing without issue, and-

"ah-cHOO!!"

"Bless you."

And... back to square one.

"Thanks..."

Normally, you'd apologize for spreading your germs, possibly passing on your sickness to your boyfriend. But, right now, cuddled up against him and finding solace in his care was all you concerned yourself with, having already thanked him a million times as he let the news channel run on your TV.

You got lucky, able to see that your selfless acts hadn't been in vain and that it really was for the best that you had gone out and helped when you felt needed.

"Feeling better?" Billy inquired, placing quick chaste kisses along your temple and forehead upon seeing the tiny smile that graced your features. You nodded against him; though not in regards to your sickness, you certainly did feel better about yourself, drifting off to sleeping knowing your city was safe and to the sound of your boyfriend's heartbeat.

𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐞𝐞!!!

squealing like the little girl I am, lemme stop omg😭✋🏽-

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ...𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭

𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 :

me😆

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 :

4,467

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 :

none :(

[lollipencil]

In The Pale Moonlight: What If....Cloned?

This idea just popped into my head, and seemed real sweet, so @harleyification, hope you like it!

Enjoy and be gentle ---

To say that none of them had expected the atmosphere in the cave when they drove in was an understatement. Jake wasn't a part of the night's mission, but what little he knew, it sounded perfectly routine. Infiltrate and dismantle a hidden lab doing shady shit.

Quick and easy.

Yet tension hung in the Batcave. "Anyone injured?" Jake asked immediately upon exiting his limo. "Nothing worse than some scrapes," Bruce rasped from his chair at the Batcomputer. "Then, what's with that look?" "...It would be better if you saw first."

Seeing as Bruce wasn't giving a straight answer, Jake sighed mentally to a just-woken up Marc and followed him to the curtained medbay. Jake walked through, and stared.

A small child sat on the bed. Her little feet kicked slightly as Jason and Cass taught her the basics of ASL. Behind her, with a gentle and well-practiced hand, Damian was washing grime that had been caked into the fur of her tail. Already cleaned ears on the top of her head showed the shape of colouring of a white tiger.

At Jake's entrance, she turned to blink up at him with very familiar eyes. "Oh hey," Jason greeted casually, "Look who's finally here." "Found baby," Cass signed to Jake with a soft and lightly mischievous smile. "So, you're my dad," the girl stated more than asked. "...Looks like it," Jake eventually managed to get out.

Smoothly, she pushed herself off the bed and walked up to Jake. When she started to make grabby hands, Jake automatically bent to pick her up. Behind his eyes, he could feel Marc as if he were pressed up against a window as he held her close.

Jake let the switch happen, Marc's arms remained firm and gentle around their unexpected child. For a moment, she blinked up at Marc, before settling with her head under his chin with a soft sigh. Tears formed in Marc's eyes at the feeling of her soft ears twitching against his neck. "I take it Oracle's busy with decryption," he whispered. "Indeed," Alfred walked over with an icepack and handed it to Jason, "And until she is done, I think our young Miss would feel more comfortable upstairs. The cookies should still be warm."

As everyone walked into the elevator, Damian took the opportunity to whisper, "If any of you ever treat her anywhere near how Superman initially reacted to Superboy, I will show you true suffering." "We'd let you."

---

Walking home, Greer Nelson could feel that something was going to happen. Anticipation tingled up her spine. Her eyes didn't stop scanning for unseen threats all the way to her door. Then it surged as soon as she closed the door behind her: "I know that you're there." "I know," a voice replied, "I'm just here to talk."

The sight of a Gotham celebrity in a vigilante's garb was not what she'd expected when she flicked the light on in the living room. "Please tell me you're aware that you're not wearing a mask," Greer stated. "Yeah," Marc Spector-Wayne otherwise known as Moon Knight nodded. "And you're maskless in my apartment, because...?"

He swallowed and parted his cape. White tiger ears framed a small face that held his eyes and nose. "Your DNA was used by a...suspect laboratory in Gotham," Marc explained, "We're here about custody." "'We'?" "He might look like only one dad, but he's actually three," their little girl (who's name Greer needed yesterday) piped up. "Part of the agreement is me explaining what she means by that."

For a moment, Greer took this in: "Ok, I'll order pizza, you're paying." At the slackening of Marc's shoulders as he produced his wallet, Greer prepared for a long night. But, hopefully, one that was worth it.

[cuddlepilefics]

Staircase PR

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Jongho

Caregivers: Ateez

Prompts: 'Hot chocolate' & 'Wearing each other's clothes' @flufftober

No one’s POV.:

When the car door finally shut behind him, Jongho dropped his head into his hands. This wasn’t how he had imagined his afternoon going. Despite the painkiller he had taken, he could still feel his blood pulsing in his ankle. “Are you going to call them or do you want me to?”, his manager asked, buckling his seat belt. The older had spent the past few hours in the emergency room with Jongho, waiting for the vocalist to have an MRI taken before he could get the appropriate treatment. With Jongho injuring himself during an individual schedule, the rest of the group didn’t know about their maknae’s mishap yet and he didn’t know if he had the energy to break the news. He buckled his seatbelt and tried to relax into his seat, mumbling: “Could you tell them please, hyung? Not sure I can deal with Hongjoong-hyung’s scolding right now” – “You know he means well though, right?”, his manager chuckled. “Yeah, I know.”

Jongho was relieved when he was finally dropped off at his dorm. The hours he had spent sitting in the uncomfortable plastic chair in the emergency room had left him sore and exhausted. At least, his manager had gotten both of them a sandwich at some point during their wait because Jongho would have some difficulty preparing himself a meal right now. He was ready to throw his crutches into a corner to never even look at them again and it had barely been two hours since he got them. The weeks ahead would certainly be interesting.

Feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket, Jongho ignored it and hobbled to his room. He knew the group chat was probably flooding with worried messages from his members but he couldn’t deal with them right now. To try and keep his mind busy, Jongho picked out a fresh set of cloths, so he could hopefully feel a little more comfortable. The others were having dance practice right now if he remembered their schedule correctly and the thought made his chest tighten with anxiety. He would not be dancing at all for the next few weeks, so he already knew he’d have a very hard time to catch up to the rest of the group once he could return to practice. Plopping down on the edge of his bed, Jongho took a deep breath as his head started to spin. How was he going to catch up? He couldn’t miss practice. People already claimed he was only part of the group for his voice and that he had no talent whatsoever when it came to dancing. His hyungs always told him that it wasn’t true, that people just wanted to say what they knew would hurt him but it was hard to drown out the voices when there were so many.

Jongho had needed some time to collect himself before he got changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt. He wanted to try and take good care of himself, so he wouldn’t feel so useless, plus, he really needed to get off his foot for a while as it was already starting to hurt worse again. Knowing he’d be spending a lot of time in his room, he decided to hang out in the living room for the time being and slowly made his way to the kitchen to grab an icepack before he’d get settled on the couch. Jongho elevated his ankle on a cushion before pulling out his phone to finally respond to the messages. As predicted, there were a bunch in their group chat as well as individual chats. Their manager had updated them on what had happened and how long the youngest would have to sit out on dancing. He’d still take his vocal lessons and attend interviews with them, maybe even one or two fansign events but dancing was a clear no.

Not wanting to distract them from their practice too much, Jongho only replied to the group chat, lying that he wasn’t in any pain and would just need to stay off his ankle for a while. Since Jongho was very self-sufficient and mature despite being the youngest, they believed him when he said despite wearing a brace, he could take care of himself on crutches and had everything he needed. That wasn’t a complete lie. He could take care of himself. Soon he had to realize that he didn’t have everything he needed. With the icepack on his brace, Jongho soon started to feel a little cold. Maybe he shouldn’t have chosen to wear a t-shirt in October but his mind also hadn’t been with it when he had picked out his clothes. It didn’t take long for goosebumps to spread down his arms but he skillfully ignored them, turning on the TV to distract himself.

After a while, the shivers running down Jongho’s spine became harder to ignore and he reached for the back of the couch to grab the blanket they usually kept there, only to be reminded how they had to throw it in the wash the previous night because Wooyoung had spilled soda on it. Dropping his head, Jongho cursed his fellow maknae for his clumsiness, which now left him to freeze. Technically, Jongho could hobble back to his room, throw his blanket over his shoulder and then go back to the bedroom but it sounded far too complicated. If he was to go back to his room, he’d stay there, so he just resigned himself to being cold.

Jongho startled when the front door opened. He had lost track of time a little and also hadn’t expected for his dormmates to come back home immediately after practice. Hongjoong would usually spend a few more hours at the studio, while Wooyoung either practiced more or hang out with some of the other members, so for them to be home this early was almost unheard of. When he heard the noise from the hallway, everything made sense though. Only his group could be this loud. Forcing a smile, Jongho turned off the TV and sat up straighter to greet the members. Hongjoong called out a greeting before him and Yunho carried the pizza boxes to the kitchen, trying to coordinate dinner for everyone. Seonghwa was the first to make his way over to Jongho. “Are you okay?”, the oldest asked, brows furrowed in concern. Giving his hyung a smile, Jongho nodded. Wooyoung was quick to hug the younger from the side, insisting he should stay put with his ankle propped up. Ruffling the boy’s hair, Wooyoung teased: “What are you doing? Can’t you walk down a flight of stairs?” – “I sure can”, Jongho retorted, “Pretty sure I put up a new PR. I’ve never gotten down that fast before.”

He earned a few chuckles and headpats and although he usually wasn’t that found of people clinging to him, Wooyoung was warm and eased the chills a little. When Seonghwa disappeared to the kitchen, he took the icepack with him and Yeosang quietly sat down on Jongho’s other side, that wasn’t occupied by Wooyoung. He gave the youngest a soft smile and asked: “Does it hurt a lot?” – “It’s okay, doesn’t hurt much”, Jongho denied, lightly shaking his head, “I got some painkillers at the hospital and will have another dose after dinner.” – “Are you cold?”, Wooyoung frowned, running his hand up the younger’s arm, “Your skin is really cold and you have goosebumps.” – “Yeah, why would you wear a t-shirt in October?”, Yeosang realized, pressing the backs of his fingers against his dongsaeng’s arm. Knowing his way around their dorm best, Wooyoung got up and announced: “I’ll fetch you a hoodie.” Before he could get very far though, Mingi had already taken off his sweater and handed it to Jongho.

By the time Yunho and San started bringing plates with pizza to the living room, Jongho was cozily bundled in Mingi’s sweater, the sleeves pulled over his hands. He was surprisingly glad that all of the members had come over, their usual chaos doing a great job at distracting him from the pain and the teasing lifted his mood. Plus, they had gotten one of his favorite foods for him. Yeosang remained by his side for the rest of the evening and rubbed his arm for warmth when Seonghwa placed a fresh icepack on his injury, causing him to shudder. Since most of them had a rather early schedule the next day, they split up after dinner but Mingi insisted Jongho should keep his sweater for the time being.

As Jongho was slowly getting tired, he wasn’t too sad that their dorm was growing quiet with the members leaving, though he did miss Yeosang’s calm presence next to him. Hongjoong made sure the maknae had a bottle of water on his nightstand and that his phone was charging right next to the bed, so he’d be able to text them for help should he need any. When the three bid each other goodnight, the hint of sadness in Jongho’s voice didn’t go unnoticed by Wooyoung and he sympathetically watched his dongsaeng hobble to his room. He could only hope the younger wouldn’t be too hard on himself as he usually tended to be.

When Wooyoung had to use the bathroom later that night, he walked past Jongho’s room and paused for a moment. His heart clenched when he realized that what he was hearing were muffled sobs. Jongho wasn’t one to cry easily, so after doing his business, Wooyoung softly knocked on the maknae’s bedroom door and joined his dongsaeng on his bed. “What’s up?”, the dancer asked quietly, “You should’ve gone to sleep a long time ago.” Wiping his eyes, Jongho sniffled: “I can’t believe I hurt myself again. This is going to throw me back so much, like, the amount of practice I’m going to miss. There’s no way I’ll be able to catch up and not make a complete fool of myself the next time I’m performing.” – “What are you saying?”, Wooyoung frowned, “You’ve always managed to catch up, no matter how far an injury has thrown you back. Sure, it’s not ideal but I know you can do it.” Unsure of how to comfort the younger, Wooyoung opened his arms for a hug. Leaning into the dancer’s chest, Jongho closed his eyes and followed back tears. “Is that thing still cold”, Wooyoung asked softly, nodding towards the icepack. Hesitantly, Jongho shook his head. He had meant to grab another one a while ago but hadn’t found the motivation to get up yet. Promising to be right back, Wooyoung headed to the kitchen to get the vocalist a fresh one.

While Wooyoung rummaged through the freezer, Hongjoong joined him in the kitchen. Leaning against the counter, the leader yawned: “What’re you doing up?” – “Grabbing Jongho a fresh icepack. Found him crying when I went to the bathroom”, the younger replied, shutting the freezer door, “He’s upset. Like, the anxiety-inducing type of upset. Worrying he won’t be able to catch up after missing practice.” – “Well, shit”, Hongjoong sighed, “You already gave him a pep talk?” – “Um, not really?”, Wooyoung hummed, chewing on his lip, “Why don’t you go and bring him this, hyung? Then you can talk to him and I’ll join you two with some hot chocolate in a couple minutes.” Accepting the ice pack, Hongjoong nodded and made his way to Jongho’s room. His dongsaeng was always so hard on himself even over things that were out of his control.

By the time Wooyoung joined them with three steaming cups of hot chocolate, Jongho had calmed down. His eyes were still a little puffy but it seemed Hongjoong had gotten through to him and convinced him that his injury was nothing that they couldn’t work around like they had done on previous occasions. The maknae had also gotten a light scolding for paying hateful comments too much mind because they weren’t meant to help him improve but rather bring him down. Handing Jongho his drink, Wooyoung offered: “Do you wanna watch a drama to take your mind off of things? Maybe you’ll be able to fall asleep while watching….” The maknae nodded gratefully and even smiled a little when Hongjoong announced he’d be sticking around too.

[thotsforvillainrights]

Hiii!!! Hru??? I got a smutty one for ya

How about getting down on skeptic under his desk whiles he’s (trying) to work.

Hehe

(*Laughs Manically* You fool, you have no idea the power you've just given me! My birthday is tomorrow so this must obviously be more of a gift to myself than anyone else...even though I can't read my own stuff for fun lol. I still have fun writing it!)

~Urgency~

Urgency-importance requiring swift action

By no means was he a bad partner. At least to your standards, he was just fine. Sure he had his flaws namely his anger issues, but that was never a huge problem as you could always tame him no matter what. Perhaps one could say it was his attention to detail and naturally anal behavior when it came to some things that would come across as too much or annoying. However, again you'd say they were wrong and there wasn't an issue with the way he was. The only thing you might stop to complain about is his passion about his work not just for the liberation army but for Feel Good Inc as well. Still, this wouldn't classify him as a bad partner.

Maybe just an annoying one instead.

On days like today it was all too hot to handle. The temps outside were on a rise and your apartment wasn't any different. The maintenance was supposed to be visiting each unit to get the air back going. Until then, you were stuck with plug-in fans circulating each room. Hot and sticky, sweaty shirts and cracked windows hoping for another gentle breeze to bless your face. The ice maker was abused in the fridge as you'd collected many cubes for your 3rd glass of water, and for the plastic sandwich baggie you used as a makeshift icepack. Aside from the temp, there was another thing 'hot and bothered' plaguing your small apartment. You weren't usually this needy no, but sometimes it seemed to sneak up on you in the worst of moments. You could feel yourself slowly slipping away, rolling in the uncomfy bed and staring at the outside of your bedroom window as you watched people on the streets try to get out of the blazing heat and to wherever they needed to go. In the distance you could hear some splashing and cheerful conversation with light music coming from the apartment's pool. Maybe later you could go when there weren't as many people? That's how Skeptic tended to like it, quiet and calm with no one else around.

Just the thought of your partner sent you spiraling yet again. You tossed and turned once more, quietly groaning above a whisper and rubbing your thighs together pathetically for some ounce of relief. All in vain unfortunately. The thought of trying to even approach him right now wasn't on your mind, but slowly became more of a reality the longer you waited on him to finish his work and leave that damned office for the day. It was already 3 in the evening and he was still in there, fingers tacking away at the abused keyboard. You'd become more desperate by the minute and now seconds as you finally slipped out of bed and crept down the hallway. You cracked the door open and felt a sudden relief at the temperature difference between the office and the rest of the apartment. Because it was pitch black in there with only the light of the monitor glaring, it was much cooler. Not to mention he was hogging the good fan as well. You stared at him working for just a little while. He's wearing a simple black shirt and some gray joggers with a matching black waistband and black around the pant cuffs. His hair is up and out of his face, tied back into a long ponytail with clipped back bangs. You can see his eyes scanning across the screen before stopping and lazily looking over at you.

"Come in or leave. You're letting the cold air out." He grumbles and you comply, quickly entering the room and smiling at him. "Sorry, my bad. It's literally so hot out there that I can't get comfy." You say, trying not to look at down at his lap. You knew you must've gotten his attention. Regardless of the sweat, he'd be attracted to seeing you with a shirt slightly damp and hanging off your shoulder a bit, shorts and socks on. A simple look for most, but something entirely irresistible for him. "Yeah well, that's the price you pay for being stubborn. I told you long ago that I wanted you to move in with me at my place but noooo. You just wanted us to both be here in this rat-box you call an apartment. We're moving when the lease is up and I'm picking the next place." He complains, glancing down at you and licking his lips before quickly turning his attention back to the computer screen. Light a light switch you quickly moved over to him and dropped to your knees at his side. "What the hell???" he questions you. Ignoring his confusion, you shimmy your way under his desk and pry his legs open, smiling up at him now with mischievous intent. Although confused, his eyes have a slight sparkle of curiosity to them. "Instead of complaining about the apartment why don't you just relax and let me help you finish working? Then we can get out of the apartment and maybe enjoy the pool or the game room, hmm?" You talk but your words fall on deaf ears. By now (with the way you've began running your hands up his leg and to his pant line) he's already starting to be too far gone in your touch. "Y/N..." he says in a warning tone. It doesn't do anything to stop you in this moment. You shush him with a smile and pull his pants down just enough to free his cock from it's clothed confines.

Sure that gust of wind throws him off for a bit, but it's nothing compared to the sheer intensity of feeling your tongue swipe at the tip of it so suddenly.

His hand quickly slaps over his mouth to silence his groans. You didn't like it but also didn't have the energy to complain. Right now the focus was getting him going just enough. "Keep working." You demand with a smile. He wants to complain but knows this game all too well. You weren't going to keep going if he didn't play along so he did as he was told. Reluctantly he took his eyes off you and started working again, trying his hardest to keep his sounds packed down his throat when he felt your tongue hard at work all for him. He shudders when you take a long and slow lick of the precum dripping from his slit of his head. His head spins and he hasn't even noticed you'd slowed your actions to a halt. "I don't hear you typing up there." You tease. "Y/N please I-"

"I didn't ask to hear you beg Tomoyasu. I said I wanted you to work. Now do as I say or I'll stop right now." He couldn't call your bluff. It's not like you wanted to stop. If anything, you wanted to take it a little further than this! But he didn't have to know that. He'd do anything you wanted at this point, he was too close to jeopardize his own release. His fingers quickly picked back up on the codes he began to type quickly. By now he was done keeping quiet. You'd been rewarded with each and every moan and groan he let slip from his mouth. It was a motivator to keep going, using a free hand to work at the base of his cock while you'd sucked the other half. He didn't warn you when it was over. Instead he'd thrown his head back and moaned your name with vigor, his hand gripping at the edge of his desk as he tried to gather his breath and stop shaking from the orgasm.

He didn't give you much time at all to stand up properly as you tried to maneuver your way from beneath the desk. Instead he gripped at your hand and pulled you up and into his arms for a deep kiss. Next he'd led you off the ground and quickly to the bedroom, all urgency from work now dedicated to slipping your clothes off. You never made it to the pool that evening but staying in the bed was the next best thing.

[kny-agere]

Sorry! I ended up not seeing the rules, I'm really sorry about that :(

Could you then just do Little Giyuu and Caregiver Shinobu? It's a shame I didn't read the rules before, it might be the same scenario as I wrote before, but you can change it if you don't feel comfortable!

I already did a request similar to this (you can read it here) so I changed the plot idea a bit. I hope that’s ok!! Still a hurt Tomioka but Shinobu already knows he regresses.

★彡☆彡★彡

It was a quiet day at the Butterfly Mansion which of course meant something had to go wrong. Other than a few broken bones and side effects from blood arts they hadn’t had to deal with any major injuries until Tomioka came into the building with half his ribs broken and a dozen smaller cuts scattered over his chest.

At first he was too focused on his breathing while Shinobu was busy wiping away blood and preparing medicine for either to exchange a proper greeting. She got lost in the motions of wrapping his injuries and wiping ointment over the wounds. When he was laid down on a cot she switched to stitching up the largest of his cuts. None of the gashes are life threatening but a few are long and deep enough that he had lost a bit of blood. The younger girls were quick to help out, bringing in fluids and sweets to replenish him.

Unfortunately with the internal injuries there’s much else she can do other than get him comfortable. She handed him some painkillers and offered to prepare a stronger concoction if it was deemed necessary. Kocho also propped him up carefully and placed an icepack over his abdomen. It was early in the morning, or maybe late at night, so the minute he was stable the woman mumbled a tired goodbye and stepped out of the door. They had still only exchanged a handful of words, but Tomioka needed the sleep too and they’d have plenty of time to chat while he spent the next month or so healing. Aoi would be able to handle things for a few hours and Shinobu desperately needed sleep. She was at the point where each blink was lasting longer and longer. With less patients she had immersed herself in research instead, which often kept her up later than medical work did. Tomioka hadn’t asked for her to stay (he was too focused on the throbbing pain radiating from his chest) so she took it as an opportunity to find time for herself.

Shinobu didn’t even bother to get changed first. She simply let her hair out of its tight updo and fell into her bed. The mattress was maybe the softest thing she’d ever felt and in a quick few minutes she was asleep.

—-

Though Shinobu only got a few extra hours of rest she feels refreshed by the time it’s actually morning. The woman takes a moment to change her clothes and wash her hair so she can start the day fully refreshed. None of the younger girls have come to grab her which means things outside must be going smoothly. She takes that knowledge as a reason to wake slowly as she attempts to rid the bags under her eyes for the time being.

Once she’s more presentable she sets off first to Giyuu’s room. His condition won’t have changed much but now she can give her coworker a more proper greeting. (Though he should be used to a bit of rudeness from the woman by now.) Along the way she grabs breakfast for herself to enjoy alongside Tomioka.

Shinobu announces herself with a gentle knock and though she hears no acknowledgement enters the room. She wouldn’t be surprised to see the older hashira asleep or just a bit dazed from the combination of adrenaline and painkillers.

He seems to be awake though. It’s hard to tell from his position as Tomioka has attempted to curl onto his side (mostly unsuccessfully, only his face truly faces away from her) but his back and shoulders twitch with little motions that she’s grown to know.

“It’s too late to hide your injuries Tomioka-san I already know you made a fool of yourself last night.” She’s not cruel enough to poke his tender sides so instead she jams a finger into the back of his neck. When she’s not even greeted with a flat look the woman frowns. “Hey did someone put something in your medicine?” She leans over to poke his cheek and touches the tears on his face.

“Oh baby what’s wrong?” Shinobu pulls the man to face her. The shadows under his eyes seem worse than usual and there are clear tear tracks under his eyes.

Giyuu just grunts and Kocho knows she’ll have to play a guessing game. Taking a moment to pepper kisses across his face she thinks back to their meeting. “Was I too rough with you last night?” He shakes his head no. “Is the pain too much? Do you want some alone time?” Both are no’s.

“Did I leave too early yesterday?” Tomioka finally nods affirmatively and relaxes into Shinobu’s arms. He can’t quite gather the words to express himself but the woman is quick to soothe him anyways. “I’m sorry baby we can hang out now ok? That must’ve been hard getting hurt and then being left alone.” She rubs gentle fingers over his back. With Tomioka hurt she can’t properly cradle him but she gets as close as possible. “We’ll cuddle and play lots today.” The cooing and reassurance slowly dries Giyuu’s tears until he’s falling asleep again.

[daisyishedwig]

Please, sir, may I have some attention?

I’m writing on my Sebklaine fic (It’s called A Place to Call Home if you want to read what exists on AO3) and I desire encouragement so... have a snippet?

TW: mentions of physical violence and statutory rape

Sebastian immediately went to the minifridge when he and Kurt returned to the dorm room. He snagged an icepack for his knuckles and sat heavily on his bed. Kurt joined him.

“Give me your hand,” Kurt said.

“It’s fine,” Sebastian snapped.

“I just want to make sure you didn’t break anything,” Kurt replied, grabbing Sebastian’s hand.

“And how would you know?” He winced as Kurt gently flexed Sebastian’s fingers one at a time. 

“My step-mother is a nurse,” Kurt said, “and Finn has some occasional anger management issues that cause him to punch walls.”

The bathroom door opened slowly and Blaine stepped out in an overlarge Dalton sweater and boxers. Kurt and Sebastian both stilled, Sebastian’s hand held loosely in Kurt’s grip.

“Hey,” Kurt breathed at the same time as Sebastian said, “Hey, Killer.”

Blaine’s brow furrowed as he looked at their linked hands and trailed over to the icepack on Sebastian’s lap.

“What… did you punch Kurt?” Blaine said though his eyes continued to search Kurt’s face and found no sign of injury. “Or…”

“We went to Lima,” Kurt said… “to the Waffle House.”

Blaine’s jaw fell slack. “I can’t… I can’t believe you!” he hissed. “After I told you he didn’t–”

“He’s twenty-five, Blaine,” Sebastian cut him off, “consensual or not, it’s still statutory rape at least. The asshole deserved worse.”

“That’s not for you to decide, Sebastian!” Blaine cried. His arms hugged himself tightly. “I told you I needed space, and you took that space to go beat him up?”

“Blaine,” Kurt said softly, standing and approaching him carefully. 

“I should have expected this from him,” Blaine said, zeroing in on Kurt, “but you? You know violence isn’t the answer.”

“It is if it means he can’t do to anyone else what he did to you,” Kurt reached out to him but Blaine jerked away. 

“God, I thought I could come back and do this, but you two and your fucking toxic masculinity, defending my honor or whatever you think you’re doing. I just… I can’t.”

“Blaine,” Kurt pleaded.

“No,” Blaine said as he walked over to the closet and stripped out of the sweatshirt, tossed it on the ground, and grabbed a smaller one off a hanger, slipping it over his head. “I’m spending the night with Nick.” He threw on a pair of sweatpants and grabbed his backpack and phone. “You two,” he sighed in frustration, “do whatever you want, I just can’t handle either of you at the moment.” He left as abruptly as before and Kurt just stood their gaping after him.

Sebastian whistled lowly. “Well, don’t know what else I expected of him, but it certainly wasn’t that.”

Kurt looked at him bewildered. “He’s… he’s never spoken to me like that before.”

“Good,” Sebastian said, “that means he’s finally learned to not just cowtow to whatever you want.”

“I’ve never seen him so angry,” Kurt said, “especially not at me.”

“Sure you have,” Sebastian said, “he’s just so good at suppressing any emotion he believes to be negative, that’d you’d never know he was having it. It’s really a miracle how he bottles everything up the way he does.”

Kurt just blinked at him. 

Sebastian sighed. “I really dont think I can explain to you the difficulties of getting Blaine to acknowledge his emotions without something to drink. And since he went to Nick’s, my usual dealer is unavailable.”

Kurt pursed his lips… “I was sent on an alcohol run by Rachel this afternoon… and its all still in my trunk.”

Sebastian raised an eyebrow. “You’re only telling me this now? We could have been drinking hours ago!”

—-

Three shots of whiskey in, and sipping on the margaritas they���d managed with limes from the cafeteria, found Sebastian and Kurt sitting side by side on Sebastian’s bed. Kurt well on his way to tipsy and Sebastian lightly buzzed.

“You know,” Kurt started, paused to burp, and then restarted. “You know why I’ve always hated you, Smythe?”

Sebastian rolled his eyes. “Do tell, Hummel, I’m so excited to hear.”

“Because you remind me of myself,” Kurt said, his head lolling to the side, almost landing on Sebastian’s shoulder. 

Sebastian quirked an eyebrow. “What? Just you but more sleezy?”

Kurt scoffed. “No. Me but better. Hotter, more adventurous. I thought you were a much better fit for Blaine.”

Sebastian grabbed the Jack Daniels and took a large swig. He shook his head as he lowered the bottle. “Did you just call me hot, Kurt?” 

Kurt laughed, the sound was bright and lilting and Sebastian knew he had to be drunker than he felt because he wanted to hear that sound again. Kurt’s hand came down on Sebastian’s thigh to steady himself. “Don’t act like that’s a crazy thought, Sebastian. In another world, where I wasn’t so terrified of you stealing Blaine from me, we maybe could have been friends.”

Kurt’s hand was warm on his thigh and his mouth went dry from the contact. Noone but Blaine has touched him like that in a very long time, and that had always been strictly platonic.

“Do you know why I hated you?” he said, pushing those strange thoughts away.

Kurt’s smile was crooked as he gestured for Sebastian to continue.

“The moment I saw Blaine, I fell a little in love, an experience I’m sure you understand,” Kurt nodded his ascent, “but you had him. And you two were so… happy and perfect. And I never stood a chance.”

It was Kurt’s turn to roll his eyes. “That’s bullshit and we both know it.”

Sebastian gawked at him. “You haven’t had to listen to drunk Blaine talk about you. The poor boy fully believes you’re soulmates.”

“And you apparently haven’t seen the way Blaine looks at you, especially when he thinks you’re not looking. The longing is so palpable it’s almost sickening.” Kurt said, bumping his shoulder against Sebastian’s.

“And how often have you been in the same room as us since you dumped him?”

“I don’t have to be. Marley and Tina take enough videos and pictures of you two together it’s hard to miss. I’m definitely not stupid for believing you two were dating even if it’s not ‘facebook official’” he said, removing his hand for just a moment to make quotation marks before returning it to it’s place of Sebastian’s thigh, a little closer to his inseam than before. Sebastian swallowed the gasp that almost escaped his mouth. “I just assumed Blaine didn’t want to rub it in my face.”

“Well you’re still crazy if you think he’d actually choose me over you.” Sebastian said. “Maybe… maybe before Thanksgiving. Maybe I could have won. But the second you started talking to him again, it was over for me. I wasted my chance with chivalry and respecting his boundaries,” he scoffed. 

“He’s changed since you two started–” Kurt gestured aimlessly like he couldn’t name what they had started, “--you know. He’s… happier. Which seems wild but he’s genuinely happier. It’s not fake anymore. He’s angry when he’s angry and sad when he’s sad, but that means that when he’s happy, he’s actually happy, and not just pretending for everyone else. Even with him hiding his disownment and what happened with Eli, he’s still been more genuine with me than he’s ever been.”

Sebastian blinked at him and Kurt shifted onto his knees next to Sebastian, studying him for a minute. Sebastian wanted to squirm under his gaze but he held fast. He would not let Kurt Hummel make him squirm in his own room, on his own fucking bed.

Kurt lifted a tentative hand to Sebastian’s cheek, gently cupping his face. Sebastian shivered and leaned into the touch before he could stop himself.

“You’re good for him, Sebastian Smythe. In fact, I think you’re better for him than I am. And… I think I’m okay with that now.”

Sebastian breathed in sharply. “It doesn’t matter,” he whispered, not able to fully speak it into existence at full volume. “He’ll never choose me over you.”

Sebastian felt a tear slip down his cheek, unbidden. Kurt caught it with the pad of his thumb, stroking Sebastian’s cheek gently, even after it was gone.

His gaze drifted down to Kurt’s lips, his head swimming with how close Kurt was and how gently he was holding him. Kurt’s gaze followed the same path on Sebastian’s face and he shifted up on his knees, leaned in slowly. Sebastian knew he shouldn’t. But he just needed to know. He needed to understand why Blaine chose Kurt after everything. Sebastian closed the gap between them, one hand coming up to cup the back of Kurt’s head and the other gripping the back of his thigh to tug him fully on top of Sebastian.

Kurt gasped as he fell into the kiss. It was tentative, soft, and exploratory. Neither interested in taking control, just flowing together. Sebastian’s tongue darted out, pressing softly to Kurt’s lips in a request that Kurt gladly accepted, parting his lips as his free arm wrapped around Sebastian’s back, pulling their chests tight together.

The minutes bled together, neither one interested in parting. Sebastian could feel his body responding to the weight of Kurt on his lap and the way his fingertips dug into his back. His mind had gone pleasantly blank, nothing existed in the world except for this room and the boy on top of him. 

The pounding on the door ripped them apart, both of them panting as Kurt scrambled off of Sebastian and across the room, a hand pressed to his chest to still his rapidly beating heart. 

Sebastian, quickly wiped his arm across his mouth and checked his hair in the mirror before looking through the peephole. He thunked his forehead against the door with a soft groan before opening it. 

“Took you long enough, you never sleep that he–” Jeff’s sentence cut off when he saw Kurt standing in the corner, arms wrapped around himself. His gaze flicked up and down Kurt’s disheveled appearance and guilty face before he looked back to Sebastian and his kiss bitten lips.

“Don’t,” Sebastian said when Jeff opened his mouth. “Just don’t.”

Jeff’s eyes darted back and forth between them, his gaze steely. “Blaine needs his laptop,” he finally said. 

Sebastian nodded and stepped back to let Jeff in. Kurt hastily collected the laptop and cord and brought it over to him.

Sebastian took the laptop before Jeff could grab it. “Don’t tell Blaine,” he said.

 Kurt’s head snapped to him. “Sebastian…”

“We’ve been drinking. Emotions are high. It didn’t mean anything.” He was staring at Jeff as he said this so he didn’t have to look at Kurt as his head ducked in shame. 

Jeff looked between them, but he nodded slowly. “I won’t,” he said but there was a clear edge of “but you better tell him.” Sebastian ignored it and handed the laptop over to him. 

Sebastian leaned heavily against the door after Jeff left. His mind was racing, all the thoughts he should have had during the kiss flooding his mind.

Kurt touched his shoulder gently but Sebastian jerked away. “Don’t, Hummel,” he hissed, grabbing the bottle of whiskey to try and rinse the taste of Kurt, of shame, out of his mouth. 

“We have to tell Blaine,” Kurt said, his voice wavering as he attempted to be firm. 

Sebastian shook his head. “No, we don’t. Knowing will only hurt him.”

“We can’t just lie to him!” 

“His best friend and his ex makeout behind his back? How would that make you feel? Would you ever forgive him?” Angry tears sprung to Sebastian’s eyes. “You might have gotten used to life without him, but I can’t lose him, do you understand?”

Kurt just gaped at him. “We were drunk,” he whispered, “he’ll understand.”

“I’m not willing to take that chance.”

[awonderlandsystem]

(Zoe's feeling sad and Ikelos is baked)

Last night me and Halo got really sick. The migraine came and we tried to fight it off. Cold pack on the head. Caffeine. Hot shower. Binaural beats. Nothing was working!! So it was like an hour before the kids went to bed and Halo went upstairs to get our sleep mask (cause it has speakers by the ears) and R fruited the fuck out. Like full on bitch fit. Halo was like "you come up and smoke while we're sleeping?" And he started going on how we sleep too much and are lazy and worthless yada yada yada. Eat a dick. For real. We were so sick and just needed a little compassion. He got up and took over with the kids and we tried to crash. Tried. More headache pills, forehead tingly cream, ice pack, prolly shoulda tried melatonin but we were a mess! Had a package come and he threw it at me in bed. Asshat. A couple times in the night he came and changed our ice pack. That was nice. But not what I want, not enough at least. I wanna be held, my hair brushed, kisses on my forehead. I need to feel loved. Like it's all gonna be okay cause during those migraines it feels like nothing will ever be okay. What I got was crying myself to sleep while listening to him complain to the kids about dinner not being made. Douchebag. Gawd I hate him. Hate is such a strong word and emotion. But it's true!! I would so go full dragon on him if I could and just fuck his world up with dragon fire and chaos!!! I couldn't even find a stuffie last night to hold onto. Halo hasn't been taking pain and discomfort very well, she wanted to shutdown so bad. Blaring pulsing pain wouldn't allow it. This morning he tells us to get up by throwing an icepack at me and telling me what time it was. It would've been nice if he asked or cared about how we were feeling. Which was bleh still. More headache pills. Caffeine. Binaural beats. Oh and pot. Meh. I'll be glad when we're away from that. I don't want to completely quit. I like getting baked. Not as often as he does though. Way too much. So much money wasted. So much of our life wasted. Four more days. We got this. Smile and nod the way TK did. Fuck him. I can't wait to see his face when we walk out the door. Oh, I'm not looking forward to that. Cause you're nice to people that don't deserve it. Everyone deserves kindess Zoe. No they don't. Some people deserve a swift kick to the balls. Mom's coming. Mike's coming. We're going to be okay. If they don't flake- again. I don't know if I could take it. I don't wanna be here anymore. I can't. I'll go insane. The tension is so bad Brittany almost punched him in the face cause he wouldn't stop saying mean things. I can't breathe here. The walls are closing in and I can't breathe. It's okay Zoe. We're in this together. I need a stuffie and a million bazillion hugs. Or maybe a hug and million bazillion stuffies. A whole planet of stuffies. Nothing but cuddly soft everything. No meanies or asshats allowed. It would be perfect.

[effervescent-fool]

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[noodles-n-soba]

How they'd be asking you out for prom and how prom will be with them

A modern au

Characters: Bennett, Diluc Heizou, Itto, Kazuha, Venti, Xiao

A/n: Not me sweating, crying, rolling on the floor, typing with the speed of lightning, being even faster than Venti gliding to write this for y'all~ (School SUCKS) Please enjoy!!

Cw: Might've mixed up grammer and verbs etc- Im not good at consistently writing WHEN I TAKE A WEEK TO DO SO *cough* SCHOOL..- *sobs*

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Bennett

 The moment he sees you walking down the hall after you getting everything needed out of your locker, his face takes a strawberry red color.

".. Why are you blushing like that??" Fischl asked, shoving a strand of hair out of her face to see what made the poor boy turn into a tomato.. Only to see you walking in their direction with your bag in your hands.

"I mean..!? Why is thee overflowing with embarrassment? Is it because of that stunning highness? Of course, they are truly YOUR highness..!" She corrected herself, hands smoothly waving around and head turning every now and then so she'd make a grand act out of her words.

Your eyes fell upon the guy with the bandages and the girl who was moving around quite.. Eyetakingly, you couldn't help but just notice them. Once you realized who they were, you walked towards them with a beaming smile on your face, causing the guy to hit an overheating mode..

"Fischl! Hi! Benny..!" Normally, Bennett wouldn't have been so nervous, but this time of year, his only chance to do this!! He had to!

"Ah! (Y/n), good to see you..! I had a question for you?" Bennett started, Fischl giggled softly but regained her posture rather quickly afterwards.

"Oh! Ask away." You replied, your smile seeming equal to the sun and moon, your beauty unmatched for..! Why was he crushing so ha-!?

Out of nowhere a bag filled with books hit him on the back of the head.

Completely startled you and Fischl crouched down beside him, but the poor guy just kept on muttering nonsense,  eventually going out cold. ,

"A-Ah! Someone!! Help! Get a doctor or something?!" You shouted around, how the hell did this even managed to happen..?

"I caused quite some trouble didn't I..  heh.. " You sighed deeply as both of you turned your heads to Bennett on the nurse's office bed, a bandage wrapped around his head.

"I sincerely cannot accept the reality of a fool throwing their daily education supplies to your head.." Fischl stated disapproving, if you had to be honest.. You really thought the same.

"I'm really unlucky, ain't I?" Bennett mumbled, you simply smiled awkwardly and nodded softly.

"Speaking about which, I really wanted to ask you if you wanted to go to prom with me.. But when that someone threw that bag at me I didn't really had the chance.."

With widened eyes Fischl looked at the boy, making him realize what he just blurted out outta nowhere.. You blinked a few times, but softly chuckled.

"I-!! It wasn't my intention to just bring it to you like that I-" "I'd love to go with you.."

Till the night of prom he's still surprised how you accepted his request..! And the way he didn't even thought about anything he said.. Well, guess he was very lucky once in a while.

And in some way, the night went somewhat smooth, even though he tripped about three times while dancing, Razor somehow crashed into him which made him sit on the side with an icepack on his arm and someone accidentally spilling their drink on him towards the end.. And still after all of this, he called his day successful... Purely because he received a kiss on the cheek from you!!

Though, that made him lose consciousness for somewhat a minute.. Not necessarily that "nice"..

Diluc

Seeing the school all tidied up, posters everywhere notifying everyone prom would be in a few days, hearts hanging on every wall saying "will you be the new queen and king this year?!" made him cringe so incredibly hard.

At first he didn't even wanted to go, but when he overheard your conversation in class, saying you wouldn't miss out on your last prom.. His cogs seemed to work the other way around.

Though, he felt fairly disturbed when he also heard Donna say she wished that he would take her to prom.

"Whats the deal Diluc? You're looking quite.. Sour." Kaeya brought out grinning. It didn't even take a second or Diluc retook his normal pokerface as he answered: "Nothing."

So, he had a week to ask YOU for prom.. How tho? He wasn't going to do it in front of everyone in class, or when Donna was close.. Nope. The only thing he could do was text you to ask if you.. Were in the mood to do something. As in.. A restaurant or something? Ugh he didn't even knew how to ask you if you wanted to go out with him..

At last, a day or two before prom, he finally sent you a text asking if you would like to visit some accommodation with him.. He was a bit discreet, but you didn't hesitate to say yes!

"I'm glad you could come, (Y/n)" Upon arrival he checked you out, a bit stunned and speechless for a second, but like the gentleman he is, he held out an arm for you to stick your hand through.

Surprised by all the luxury surrounding you, absolutely not expecting to go to such an expensive restaurant out of nowhere, you enjoyed the best dinner ever..! Well, time to raise the question.

"... I know this is a little sudden and stuff, but I didn't really find an opportunity to ask this at school. I wanted to ask you if you'd like to go to.. Prom with me.."

Surprised by his question, no, more the fact that he was planning on going.. That's a first.. But also WITH YOU..? It made your entire face lit up.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up so abruptly. Apologies.." Diluc mumbled as he folded his hands together and held them in front of his face.

"N-No! Not at all!! I'm a bit surprised by the fact that you want to go with me..!" You immediately answered, slightly panicking.  Diluc looked back at you, waiting patiently for your final decision.

"And.. I would love to go with you.." You never saw so much emotion in his face, extreme relieve and a small smile. This guy really managed to capture you this easily with his charms and actions huh?

And you really never regretted this decision.. The night of prom really made you giggle, roll around and kick your feet whenever you thought back about it.

Never had you expected him being such a good dancer, the two of you really stole the spotlight. Your gown/suit was truly beautiful, but people also stared at high ponytail Diluc.. And his eyes? They were only on you.

The two of you even became prom queen/king and king, which made Diluc cringe quite a bit.. Again.

Oh, and you officially made an enemy. Donna. 

Heizou

He wouldn't even be ashamed to ask you.. No shame whatsoever.

Though, he had some nerves running through his body whenever he approached you.. Trying to bring up the question, but every time he somehow avoided asking you.

He was absolutely captivated upon seeing you, forgetting what the hell he was about to ask... Just having a conversation about other random things.

Whenever it was time for you to move to your next class or you getting dragged away by your friends, he would mumble a soft "shoot" before Kazuha would try waking him up from his thoughts.

"Ah, you should try asking them another time. You still have 2 weeks left, there's no rush." 2 weeks.. He didn't liked to procrastinate on this kind of stuff, not at all..!

About a week before prom he heard a rumor this really hot dude asked you out to be his prom date.. Being so incredibly stressed out he didn't think about the fact if you said yes or no to him..

The moment he saw you sitting in the library, he approached you and placed his bag on the floor as he took a seat right in front of you. Surprised you looked up from your work, not expecting to see Heizou here.

"Say, (Y/n)? Prom is around the corner huh?" He started casually, but truth be told, his heart was pounding in his throat right now. A little confused you softly hummed.

"I'd feel very honored to be your date.. You'd look so beautiful that night, I just know for sure.. And I'd love to be standing next to you.." How the hell did all the nerves vanish in such a short time?? The comment made you blush in an instant.

"...!" You nodded while you closed your textbook and laptop, softly smiling and eyes wandering to absolutely everywhere except Heizou's eyes.

"I'd love to.. Im sure we'll make a pretty good couple.." And with that you stood up from your chair, red cheeks clearly visible to the dude right now.. He realized that he was worried about absolutely nothing!

When he saw you the night of the prom, he was absolutely speechless.. You looked so beautiful..! He was so proud to be walking next to you.

He found out that the guy really asked you for prom, but you said you had to think about it.. Well, nobody really realized that you just wanted Heizou to ask you and that you yourself were too shy to ask him.

You actually almost lost your shit when he kissed you! It was so sudden, yet the mood was right..  But he just couldn't resist, at least.. that's what he told you the day after.

He'll bring you to his favorite spot after prom.. Watching the stars for the remainder of the night and enjoying each other's company. Your entire night felt like a dream..

Itto

This idiot didn't even knew there would be a prom until Kuki mentioned it to him.

The first thing that popped up in his mind was: "I'll go and rock that party.. Everyone's gonna love this.."

Till Kuki said he wasn't allowed to destroy the place.. And that he needed to search a prom date.. Because, yeah just because. She knew he'd be way more calm if he had that sort of distraction.

And the first person who popped up in his head? You! He was going to approach you head on and ask you if you wanted to be his promdate.

It really didn't matter where you were, he'd just bluntly ask you if you wanted to be his promdate.

If you had to be honest, thinking about how that prom would be (chaotic), how he'd act (chaotic) and just everything (chaotic..).. You kinda doubted, about to politely decline.. Till you met his eyes, sparkling out of excitement and your heart skipped a beat.

"Ofcourse.." You eventually replied, kindly smiling to him. He was so excited, running out of the classroom to announce to everyone he had a prom date!

In no time everyone heard the great Arataki Itto had a prom date who was his number one..!

The night of the prom was actually so incredibly magical.. 

Itto in a suit..! Itto in a suuuuit! Man, you couldn't take your eyes off him..! You had never seen him in a suit, most of the time he had two buttons of his uniform undone and his tie loosely around his neck.. Though you never knew if it was because he didn't wanted to tie it, or he just couldn't..

"Maaan.. (Y/n)! You're brighter than these disco lights..! What a mighty fine date you are." His face already gave away how excited he was to spend this event with you,

He was pretty clumsy at the slow dancing, so this guy literally walked over to the dj table, requested another song and started breakdancing..! So he eventually did throw around the entire prom.

You were having such an unforgettable night, having so much fun and felt like you really had zero boundaries. He really made you feel free and somewhat... Rebellious. Though, if someone would ask you about these feelings, you'd have a "no." Ready.

And the night didn't end there, Itto would casually carry you on his broad shoulders and shout out "HERE'S THE ROYALTY! LOOK AT THEM!" Yep, yall really stole the spotlight that night.. You thought it was pretty embarrassing, but when everyone started clapping, you really were struck dumb.

Apparently the two of you were dancing the entire time, how you didn't notice? Well, your eyes and mind were on Itto the entire time.. He truly captivated you.

Kazuha

He wouldn't think too much about it, if you would be his prom date he'd be happy, if you didn't wanted to he'd just be as okay as ever.

Again, someone who doesn't really want to make it something explosive, so he asks you whenever you are alone.

It was a rainy day outside, so you walked under your umbrella towards the busstop, till you heard someone shout out your name.

Seeing Kazuha running towards you, completely soaked and his hair pretty much covering his eyesight you were stunned, but didn't hesitate to reach the umbrella out towards him

"Thank you so much.." While he catched his breath he tied his hair in a somewhat neater ponytail.

"Im sorry, but, are you heading to the busstop too?" You asked purely out of curiousity, cheeks flaming heavily as you stared into his eyes. Kazuha nodded. "I, in fact, am.."

You really couldn't deny you had a crush on him the moment yall were placed in the same class, aka around 2 years ago, I mean.. Who could resist such a cute face! You really wanted to ask him out for prom, but you had 0 balls.. Ugh.

"Ah, (Y/n), I'm normally not a person who visits late night events with a lot of people, but it seems fun enough with you. Do you want to accompany me to the prom Friday?" As if he had read your mind..

You accidentally dropped the umbrella out of nowhere, it falling on both your heads and made you hiss out of pain.. He immediately asked if you were okay, holding your hand before he crouched down to pick the umbrella.

How come this guy be so charming!!! Everything he does is so.. Ah!

You stuttered so much at this rate trying to thank him, your hands brushed while you tried to take back your umbrella, okay this wasn't going well at all..!

"I wanna be your prom date yes! Of course.." You eventually said, he smiled softly as he nodded.

That night you actually expected the place to be cramped, but if you had to be honest.. Kazuha really was the only one that caught your attention, not even realizing how full it was.

Asked if you wanted to dance, asked if you wanted to pose in front of the camera with him and even if you liked to go around the food table with him and eat something. In short, he would do nothing without your consent.

Had an arm wrapped around your waist the entire night so he wouldn't lose you in the crowd, or was it purely because he liked it? You never really asked or questioned it, I mean.. You found it comforting in some way..!

Kazuha eventually took you to the beach that was a 2 minute walk away from your school to look at the sea and waves, calming your minds while talking... And the fact he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders, snuggling up with you, made your cheeks heat up the next morning when you thought about it..

Venti

Prom! Finally! You had been looking forward to it. Putting on your prettiest, shiniest clothes.. Stealing the show with.. Uh. Yeah. Who.

While you were pondering about your prom date, one of your closest friends Venti headed your way.

"Oiii! (Y/n)! Whatcha doing." He brought out oh so loud and casual, immediately dragging you out of your bubble.

You explained to him how prom approached, but you really didn't got the chance to ask someone out.. And at that exact time a thought struck your mind which let your entire face run red.

"…" While Venti ranted about his plans for prom, how he was gonna choose the most beautiful person to take with him and how he'd love to sing them a song under the moonlight and treat them to something nice, you felt yourself getting a little sad.. What if he didn’t take you? You always avoided the thought of crushing on him, but this time.. You did really realize think that it was getting a little serious now.

"Oh! Look at the time, guess it's already time for me to leave..~" He platonically placed a kiss on your cheek, he was the one who claimed it was 'platonic' by the way, and left the classroom. You sat there completely frozen in place, till your other friend tapped your shoulder.

The rest of the day went pretty fine, you finally arrived back at your locker with some other friends.. Unlocking it while you talked and placed your bag on the floor so you could transfer your books from it to your bag. Till someone mentioned the pink envelope in your locker.

Surprised you looked at it, hesitatingly grabbing it and stuffed it in your bag. You'd look at it at home..

"Awhh! (Y/n), why not open it now?" One of your friends brought out excited, you shook your head disapproving while you swung your bag over your shoulder. "No way."

Once you finally came back home, you couldn't help but be extremely excited to read the mysterious letter.. So, first things first, you ran to your room, closed the door behind you and threw your bag on your bed.. Opening it and held the envelope in your hand.. Well, there goes nothing.

You kinda squealed the moment you were done reading the letter, realizing that it was Venti… WHO ASKED YOU OUT FOR PROM! IN A POEM- Bye-

You literally screamed for a few minutes straight till one of your parents asked you what the hell was going on..

Well, you spoke to Venti about prom the next day, preparing everything the coming days… and being SO excited!

The night went great, but how did someone sneak alcohol in? I mean, y'all were seniors.. But still, the teachers didn’t really allow any beverages. Still, before he got drunk.. This dude actually danced with you..

He was so gentle, you didn’t even knew he could dance..! And he seemed so elegant..!? You were very impressed.

Oh, he also confessed and asked you to be his S/O when it was complete silent, lemme tell you.. You almost passed out because of the pressure, all those eyes peeking at you and just… HIM ASKING THE QUESTION?!

And ofcourse, you said yes.. No doubt..! After this he got drunk and.. You had to carry him home..

Buuuut, not before he sang you a song under the moonlight, treated you to 'something' nice (probably a bottle of wine), and told you how beautiful you were..~

Xiao

He doesnt do these kinda events.. His words by the way.

"What am I supposed to do at a prom.. It's useless."

You sharea a quick glance before you continued talking to your friend who had been ranting about prom the entire day. A once in a lifetime experience, it would be great..! Didn't sound appealing at all to Xiao to be honest.

So, someone in the squad offered to go as a friend group, no romantic stuff involved, just a fun trip for everyone. Xiao seemed pretty reluctant, but when you tried telling him he wouldn't regret anything, he eventually got convinced.

He did say in an indirect way he wouldn't hang around with everyone but with you which kinda surprised you.

"You seem a bit holden back, I refuse to hang around these people the entire night.. Before I know they get themselves in a dance battle, you don't seem like the type to do such things." Man he really wasn't in the mood to go to prom eh..?

When yall arrived at the place, Xiao had such a sour face expression. The fact he was wearing a suit, there was music BLASTING and there were so many people really worked on his nerves.. You hooked your arm through his and told him it'd be alright.. This seemed to calm him down.

While your friends were going all in, dancing, drinking, partying, you noticed that Xiao disappeared into the background..  Sharing angry glances with everyone who seemed to approach him. When you finally made your presence, his anger seemed to finally sooth itself.

"..." Yeah you really felt bad for dragging him along actually.

"Sorry for dragging you with us, this really isn't your type of event hm..?" You tried, scratching the back of your head as you awkwardly grinned. He simply crossed his arms and closed his eyes.

"If you want we can leave, they won't notice anyways.."

And from this point on, the night got truly exciting. You actually didn't knew Xiao owned a car.. ? But okay, first, he opened the trunk and offered a hoodie.. It seemed like he knew he'd leave early, because he had all those clothes prepared.

After changing, you two made yourself comfy in the car and he looked at you.

"You got anywhere you wanna go?" He asked abruptly, you thought about it but eventually shook your head. "Not really, and you?"

He had something in mind, visiting a calm restaurant which was open 24/7.. The service was so nice, the atmosphere was a lot better than the prom and the fact that you could finally calm down while ordering!

After ordering the two of you decided you wanted to eat outside, under the sky filled with stars..

"Thanks for dragging me out.." Xiao softly mumbled, you blinked a few times as your gaze fell upon him.

".. Of course, and I mean.. I was the one who convinced you to tag along.." You replied, feeling your cheeks heating up slightly. Out of nowhere he wrapped an arm around you and gave you an heart sparking hug, leaving you entirely dazzled.. Even if it was such a short one, it really impressed you.. Normally, Xiao wasn't like this..~

[xxgoblin-dumplingxx]

Is it okay to ask for some comfort/fluff with Jason? I haven't been given a real diagnosis for my pain and I've been experiencing some discomfort lately 💕

Jason listened to you rant with half an ear- not because he didn't care, but because it was immensely difficult to hear you be so mean to yourself.

But sometimes, as much as he wanted to kiss you quiet and tuck you into bed with Cola, scolding you about letting the pain get the better of you, reassuring you that it was fine- he'd learned you didn't need that. Like a fever, it just had to run its course. He had to let you be Angry until you ran out of steam.

He didn't know what it was like, living in a body that hurt all the time. One that wouldn't stop hurting even after the injury healed. And it was easy to forget, sometimes, that you lived with the pain. Endlessly. A great day meant that the pain that was there wasn't enough to register really. A good day meant you didn't need to ice anything, an okay day was manageable. A bad day was debilitating.

Today was a bad day. Another bad day in a string of bad days.

"I'm just so tired, Jason," you murmur, slumping over on the couch and hiding your face in Cola's shaggy coat. The massive dog whined in sympathy and snuffled at your ear.

And he doesn't know what to say. I know and I'm sorry both sound like different flavors of condescension. So he doesn't say anything. He just grabs an icepack out of the freezer and waits patiently for you to lay on your belly. Laying the pack across your hips and lower back carefully before taking a seat on the floor.

When you take a ragged breath, he laid a hand gently on the back of your neck, rubbing lightly at the base of your skull, gratified when you close your eyes.

"I love you," he murmured, brushing a soft kiss at your temple.

"I love you too."

And as he watches you lay there and cry, his heart twists. If he could trade places with you, he'd do it. In a heartbeat. He'd give anything to make this stop. But all he can do is sit there.

"I feel so fucking useless-" "It's a bad day," he reminded gently. "You aren't useless. You're just useful in different ways."

"I'm not 8-"

"It's true though," he murmured. "No one else can do what you do, okay? All the bad days in the world won't change that. Just don't give up on me, okay? I need you."

[mr-voorhees-husband]

;w; *Violent sobbing* yea SomeSickreaderxsinistersixofyourchoicepapa Ihopethatisanoknicknameforyou

Papa, daddy, anything masculine works for me bud!

And of course ;w;, I'm happy to fill your mentally ill heart <3

How does Rhino, Flint, and Montana sound? I love me those dummies <3

Warnings: nothing really, fluff, mentions of vomiting (marked w/ green text)

Reader: gender neutral, sick

Alexander O'hirn "Rhino"

Oh he's. He's adorable. Alex is quite literally a hard shell with a mushy inside. You get sick and he drops everything for you. Don't even try to lift a finger, he'd yell at you if you got out of bed, even if it's only a small fever.

He's not the best at taking care of you though. He'll make sure you get plenty of rest, and he'll make you some recipes he remembers from his mother, but other than that, he's pretty clueless. The idea of medicine is kinda lost to him, and if you do get worse, his first thought is to drag Otto to take care of you.

He also has a pretty bad case of emetophobia, so if you even mention getting nauseous, or worse, throw up, he's going pale in the face and trying not to pass out. It'd be a bit funny if you didn't feel so horrible.

He's not the best at cuddles, but the suit does prevent him from getting sick (for the most part) so he's completely willing to cover himself in blankets and pillows, turn the ac on blast, and relax. If its too hot, his suit is mighty cool, and if you're cold, he has more than enough blankets in his house.

A sweet, fluffy guy at heart, and he really lets it shine when you aren't feeling the best.

Flint Marko "Sandman"

He's better than Alex, but still not the best. Growing up an orphan makes him a bit slow at figuring out how exactly he should take care of you. Flint knows the basics of course, medication, soup, bed rest. He just doesn't exactly understand how to take care of you.

Similar to Alex, he heavily believes in bed rest. Though, too much can potentially do more harm than good, and like Alex, he doesn't realize this. Unlike Alex though, he knows what medicine to give you. He's probably the worse cook of the three though. He can cook, just, soup tends to boil over under his watch, or get sand in it...

Vomiting doesn't bother him that much, but he can't really be extremely close to you. He's had bad experiences with water, and he doesn't wanna see what bile and stomach acid does to him. Instead, he'll stand behind you/a couple feet away, rubbing your back and holding a cup of cool water.

Cuddling is a must while you're like this, though. He physically can't get sick, and with the help of a heatpack or and icepack, can make his body any temperature you need it to be. Cuddling with him is a luxury that you're happy you get for free.

He's a sweetheart like Alex, just a bit more slow on actually learning how to take care of you. Once he does though, he's pretty damn good at it!

Jackson Brice 'Montana' "Shocker"

Probably the best at making you feel better of the three. He's just not very soft at it. Coming from the south, he was raised with the mentality that sick = wasted time. His aim is to get you better as quick as possible.

He'll give you medicine, make you whatever hot meal you want. But typically, he'll try and makr you work out the virus, daily excersize, no junk food. While his methods aren't the most kind, or typical, they do work. Even if you want to kill him at the end of it.

It's his southern blood, he can't help it. If you're throwing up though, he has a tendency to be a bit sweeter, and is more inclined to putting you on bed rest. But he won't force you too either. Once again, southern blood.

Cuddling like this is a no go, though. If you're running a fever, he's not risking his own health. He needs to be in good health to take care of you, which means if he gets sick too, he can't do that. Though, if you're no longer overheating, he'll curl up in bed with you.

He makes up for 'rudeness' at the end though, bringing you out for dinner and hot bubble bath (that's probably to cleanse you, but you can't find it in you to be angry anymore)

[daringyounggrayson]

whumptober day 3: Who did this to you? (AO3)

The light flicks on and Dick goes still, hand hovering over the icepack he was trying to grab from the freezer.

“And where exactly do you think you’ve been, young man?”

Dick closes his eyes and sighs internally. Alfred. If it had been Bruce, Dick could’ve ignored him, even shouted at him to leave him alone before stalking off. But that’s not something he’s ever been able to do with Alfred.

Dick closes the freezer door, leaving the icepack behind. He doesn’t turn around to face Alfred, unable to bring himself to do that just yet. Instead, he leans his head against the cool handle and resigns himself to a lecture about how it’s irresponsible to run off in the middle of the night, and no, a note doesn’t make it alright.

“I’m waiting,” Alfred prompts, tapping his foot impatiently against the kitchen tiles.

“I’m sorry, Alf.”

“I would hope so.”

“I left a note,” Dick offers.

“Oh, my apologies sir, I didn’t realize that made it alright to run off in the middle of the night.”

“I’m sorry,” Dick repeats. “Really.”

Alfred sighs, steps closer. In a gentle voice, Alfred says, “I imagine the past few days have been hard on you as well. Are you feeling better than when you left?”

Dick sniffs, keeping his face hidden in the fridge. “It’s fine.” Fighting with Bruce has become routine, so sadly, Dick’s kind of used to it. But honestly, the only reason he’s back tonight is because he has two tests tomorrow and he doesn’t want to goth rough the hassle of scheduling make-ups. He’d be out of his free periods if he did.

Alfred rests his hand on Dick’s shoulder, a warm and comforting presence. “Master Bruce didn’t mean what he said. You know he hasn’t been sleeping, and he simply overreacted. But he does love you, and I know he missed you.”

Did he? Dick would love to hear just what Bruce said when he found out Dick had run away again. It’s hard for Dick to picture him saying anything less than good riddance. “Yeah, I know.”

“Where were you staying?” Alfred asks. “Please tell me it was somewhere with a roof and a bed.”

Dick laughs. “Yeah, I was just at the Tower with Donna.” Roy, Wally, and Garth had all stopped in at one point or another, but it had mostly just been him and Donna. It’s something Bruce could have verified without much trouble, if he’d wanted to.

Alfred hums. “Are you hungry? I can make you something.”

Dick shakes his head. “No thanks.”

“You look thin. Have you been eating?”

“Yes, mom,” Dick teases.

Alfred clicks his tongue, then begins to tug Dick away from the fridge. Dick lets him, but keeps his eyes closed so he doesn’t have to see the disappointed look on Alfred’s face.

But there’s nothing he can do to stop himself from hearing the shocked gasp as Alfred takes in the black eye and broken nose. “Who did this to you?”

Dick opens his eyes, looking at Alfred for the first time. He’s wearing slippers and his robe. “It’s not a big deal,” Dick tells him. “I’m fine.”

Something dangerous flickers in Alfred’s eyes. “Richard Grayson, tell me what happened this instant.”

“A thug got a lucky hit, that’s all.” Or: Dick hadn’t been able to sleep last night and was feeling restless, so he’d gone on patrol to release some pent-up energy. He was—is—still angry about his fight with Bruce, and maybe he’d been distracted, maybe he’d wanted to get hit. Either way, one of the thugs punched him in the face, breaking his nose and giving him a black eye. The Titans hadn’t been happy either.

“Does it hurt?” Alfred presses his fingers gently over the injuries. “Do you have any other injuries?”

Dick smiles and takes Alfred’s hands in his own, squeezes them reassuringly. “I’m fine. It doesn’t even hurt. Honest.”

“Then what were you doing in the freezer?”

Dick’s face feels hot, and the smile slides off his face.

“That’s what I thought.” Alfred shoos Dick aside and grabs an icepack, wrapping it in a towel before handing it to Dick.

“Don’t tell Bruce,” Dick begs, pressing the icepack against his eye and nose.

“And I suppose you think the world’s greatest detective needs me to tell him that you have a black eye?”

“Alfred.”

Alfred sighs. “We’ll deal with it in the morning. Are you going to school tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I have a history test and a math test.”

“Good lad. You should get to bed, then. I imagine you haven’t had much sleep lately.”

Dick lets Alfred guide him to his room, but before he leaves, Dick pulls him into a hug.

Alfred quickly brings his hands up against Dick’s back, squeezing him tightly. “It’s good to have you home. It always feels empty when you’re away.”

“I missed you, too,” Dick says. “And sorry—for making you worry.”

Alfred pulls back, cups Dick’s face. “You’re forgiven. But you will be spending the next few Saturdays weeding and trimming the hedges.”

Dick groans, but it’s all for show. He doesn’t mind spending a few mornings gardening with Alfred, even if it is supposed to be a punishment. And even though he’s dreading dealing with Bruce tomorrow, there are good things about being home, and Alfred will always be one of them.

[secretswiftymarvelfan]

Best Friend’s Brother - Chris Evans x Reader (Part 17)

Summary: You and Scott have been best friends ever since you were 10, meeting at summer camp. Being best friends with Scott means you know his family very well. Especially his older brother. After a failed attempt at dating Chris when you were 18, when you move to LA for a job will you and Chris grow close again? What would the world think? and most importantly what would Scott think?

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Angst, small amount of fluff

The drive back to Chris’ house was silent. Neither of you knowing what to say or do following the events of the evening. You glanced over at Chris to see him grasping the steering wheel so tight his knuckles were white. You could still see the red mark where Scott had punched him, his lip was split too.

As you walked in dodger came bounding over unaware of the sour mood. The two of you did your best to respond to his excitement but it was hard.

“I’ll go see Scott tomorrow morning try and talk to him, I seem like the main villain at the moment and maybe he’ll be calm enough to talk then” Chris sighs running his hand down his face wincing when he touched the spot where he’d been punched.

“Let’s get an icepack on that try and avoid you getting a bruise” you say taking his hand and leading him into the kitchen.

You sit him down before moving to grab everything you needed to clean him up. You looked over at him to see him slumped in his seat, looking down at the floor looking completely defeated. You probably looked the exact same.

Standing between his legs you started cleaning up the split lip trying to be as gentle as possible. He only hissed in pain a couple times. You then pressed the ice pack up to his face, he flinches initially at the cold sensation but lets you hold it there.

“Did you really tell Scott that you wouldn’t date me ever again?” Chris asks quietly to the point it was barely above a whisper.

You sigh slightly, you’d been worried that Chris was hang onto that and let it eat its way into his brain.

“Yes, but a long time ago when I honestly didn’t think I would. I never thought any less of you though I just— I just didn’t think it would ever happen” you explain with a sigh.

“I’m sure you’ve felt the same way in the past” you add when he doesn’t look at you.

“Maybe, but I never actually said it” he admits finally looking up at you. You could see the sorrow in his eyes making your heart break.

“And I’m so sorry for that, but you’ve proved me wrong because if I really did think that I wouldn’t be here would I” you tell him gently cupping his cheek and rubbing it with your thumb.

Chris nods his head and wraps his arms around your waist pulling your closer, resting his head on your chest with a deep sigh.

“Well that went 100 times worse than I thought it would” he sighs, and you couldn’t help but chuckle slightly.

“Yeah, I thought I thought the worse way he’d find out would be walking in on us, not TMZ making up some bullshit” you agree as he looks up at you.

“Yeah how you feeling about all that?” Chris asks running his hand up and down your arm.

“I honestly don’t know, it’s a bit shit having all those lies said about me but then they’re all lies, and the truth will come out eventually right ” you sigh shrugging your shoulders.

“Yeah it should, and in the meantime I’ll be right beside you, people will forget about it in about a week and we can just carry on as usual” Chris says reassuringly.

“How’s your face feeling?” You ask him wanting to change the subject.

“Kinda numb now, but god can Scott pack a punch” Chris says rubbing his jaw a small smile on his face.

“I don’t think he even knew he could punch that hard” you point out making him chuckle.

“And look I’m sorry I should have known there would be paps still, it was reckless and I’m sorry” Chris sighs shaking his head.

“Hey, I’m equally to blame here, takes two to tango remember” you tell him reassuringly.

“Look we’ve had a long day so let’s head to bed and take on whatever tomorrow brings with fresh heads” you suggest putting the ice pack to the side.

“Yeah I’m exhausted, thank you for being so strong through all this” Chris agrees taking you hand in his squeezing slightly.

“Well when I have a rock like you beside me” you tell him with a small smile.

The next morning Chris left to go talk to Scott leaving you alone at home with dodger. You sat in bed avoiding looking at your phone, it had been blowing up with notifications all day. You just watched TV trying to take your mind off of it all.

Dodger helped. He curled up on your lap for cuddles and it gave you the perfect distraction. It was true when they said dogs can sense when something was wrong because whenever your mind started down that hole dodger would nudge you with his snout or give your face a lick.

You weren’t sure how long Chris was gone but when he returned with a defeated sigh you could tell it hadn’t gone well.

“How’d it go?” You ask him as he sits down on the bed.

“It didn’t” he sighs sitting back and giving dodger a couple pats.

“What do you mean?” You ask him confused.

“He wasn’t there, him and Steve got an early flight back to LA this morning” Chris explains.

You sigh since this meant things were worse than you thought.

“Yeah but I spoke to everyone else and explained it all and they said that while they were blindsided and kinda wished it wasn’t a secret for so long they understand why considering our history” Chris tells you his hand absentmindedly running up and down your leg.

“So they aren’t mad?” You ask him.

“No not at all, Carly hasn’t told the kids yet thought that we might want to do that” Chris tells you.

You smile at the idea of telling the kids, at least that would be the way you’d wanted it to be.

“That sounds nice, what should we do about Scott?” You ask him.

Chris shrugs his shoulders with a sigh “Part of me wants to head straight back to LA and get this sorted, but ma said giving him some space and time to think over it all will make him come around easier. Plus it’s gonna be a media storm in LA so maybe staying here a couple more days will help calm it all down. Easier to lay low here than in LA” Chris says looking over at you.

“Yeah it makes sense to stay here, god I hope this works out” you sigh moving to rest your head against his shoulder.

“It will, I promise he loves you too much to let you go. Plus him being my brother means he’ll have to put up with it at least because I don’t plan on letting you go” Chris tells you kissing the top of your head.

Later that day you and Chris along with dodger went over to Lisa’s house to see the kids. You felt nervous on the drive over. You knew Chris had said they were all okay and not angry, but you still felt nervous to face them.

Thankfully every doubt was thrown out when all you received was warmth from them. They all wanted to know if you were okay and you were so grateful.

“I much prefer you to all his other ex’s” Carly even whispered in your ear when she gave you a hug. You couldn’t help but chuckle at that.

The kids then interrupted glad to see their uncle, dragging him off to play.

“You better go join them, they love you already so I wouldn’t worry about them” Carly says nodding in the direction Chris was taken.

You give her a small thank you before heading off to join Chris and the kids. When you find them you see them all showing Chris what they had been doing so far.

When his niece sees you she runs over to grab your hand so she can show you the picture she made. You sit down next to her as she shows you all her artwork. One of the things you loved about kids was how they had no sense of personal space to the point that they would just sit on you.

As you did some colouring in with his niece you looked up to watch Chris with his nephews playing with action figures. Chris of course had been given the Captain America toy and was doing all the voices.

It was so sweet watching him with kids, you could so easily picture him with his own kids. He was born to be a father. You only had to look at his work of Gifted and Defending Jacob to see that.

Chris looks up to see you watching him and he smiles over at you warmly.

“Hey kids, me and (Y/N) have some news to tell you” Chris says getting the kids attention.

They all look at the two of you sitting patiently despite obviously being excited as to what you were gonna say.

“Me and (Y/N) are dating, we’re a couple” Chris tells them, and they all start smiling excitedly.

“Like boyfriend and girlfriend?” His eldest nephew asks.

“Like boyfriend and girlfriend” you confirm smiling over at them.

His niece who was sat closest to you then launched herself into your arms hugging you tightly.

“I can’t wait to have you as an auntie” she giggles.

“Me neither, but that’s up to Chris to decide” you point out hoping you didn’t seem to flustered.

“Uncle Chris?” They all question excitedly.

“I’d love that, as and when we’re ready, no need to rush is there” Chris smiles.

“No not at all, we’re in a great place despite everything” you smile widely feeling on cloud 9 knowing Chris felt the same way about your future.

The kids ask you a million and one questions before eventually getting distracted by the toys again. You sat beside Chris and just watched the kids play. He had his arm around you, and you relaxed into his embrace.

At one point his niece ran over to the two of you to show you a picture.

“It’s you and Uncle Chris and dodger” she explains pointing it all out to the two of you.

“That’s amazing you’re so good at drawing” you tell her making her beam proudly.

“You better keep it safe with all your other ones” Chris tells her pointing over to her large pile of drawings.

“Nooo its for you” she says pushing it into your hands.

“Are you sure?” You ask surprised.

She nods her head vehemently with a wide smile.

“Yep it’s a gift for auntie (Y/N)” she smiles, and you break out into a wide smile at the name she used.

You move to give her a hug thanking her for the gift before she runs off again to continue playing. You look over at Chris who was gazing over at you lovingly. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder to pull you back into his embrace kissing the top of your head.

Later on in the evening, it was just the adults all relaxing in the living room. Initially you out of habit didn’t sit close to Chris. When he wrapped his arm around your shoulder to pull you into his embrace you flinched initially before relaxing into his embrace.

“Hey you okay?” He asks quietly.

“Yeah just not used to being so open, but I’m fine” you tell him before resting your head on his chest breathing in his cologne the scent instantly calming you.

He kissed you gently on the top of your head before running his hand up and down your arm soothingly.

“I have to say it’s incredibly sweet seeing the two of you like that” Shanna says smiling over at you.

“Yeah its completely natural as if it’s always been this way, it’s adorable” Carly adds making you hide your face slightly in Chris’ chest to hide how flustered you were.

“Scott will see it eventually, he loves you both so much and when he sees how happy you are then he’ll be so happy for you, it’s just the shock of it all” Shanna tells the both of you, everyone nodding in agreement.

“Thanks guys that really means a lot” Chris smiles looking down at you lovingly.

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"𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐬, 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐦 𝐞𝐬𝐭."

"Let us live, since we must die." 

Sinclair Brothers x Sister! Reader 

Maybe you’ve been sickly since childhood, with strict meds, surgery and/or bed rest, (from Victor’s experiments?) so the bros still coddle you in adulthood when your chronic condition is manageable/less scary? Maybe victims mistakenly think you need saving?

Warnings: Angst, some gore, the works 

Sorry if some of the information on Osteomalacia is inaccurate, since I do not have the condition myself. Please send me feedback on it so that I can correct the information. 

(Not My GIF) 

There were days were you laid in bed, swaddled by blankets and your brothers, listening to your mother fuss over you and speak her concerns to you father. You were a fragile little thing, born prematurely and plagued by  Osteomalacia.  

Easily broken bones, needing support to walk, a pain in every movement you made, you were considered a lily in a field of weeds. Dr. Sinclair was tempted to study your condition, interested in how it prolonged your daily task of walking to the living room or playing with Jonesy in the backyard, but opted against it when he realized you were his daughter and not some animal. 

As the years passed and your mother was no longer able to aid you in health, you were forced to take care of yourself. Sure, you had the boys and your father for a few months, but there would come a time when you would no longer receive help.  You’ve gotten better, both physically and mentally; you believed you were capable of taking care of yourself, and you made sure your brothers knew too. But would they listen? No. 

So there you stood, leaning against the kitchen counter as you made the boys and yourself a few sandwiches and a pitcher of lemonade when Bo walked into the house, followed by a college boy clad in stripes and green. Your older brother smiled sweetly at you, sporting his southern gentleman charm before making his way towards you. 

“This pretty lady here is my baby sister, (Y/n),” Bo introduced,  eyeing the boy as he shook your hand. “This is Wade,” Said boy smiled at you, thanking you for the sandwich before Bo gently nudged you outside, mentioning something about  Jonesy needing a bath. 

You huffed, and stepped out. You failed to notice the frantic looking redhead making her way towards you. 

“HEY!” You jumped, dropping your sandwich onto the gravel-grass ground, nearly shrieking when her hand wrapped around your wrist. “we need to go!” 

“what the hell are you talking about?” You knew she caught on. Bo was never really subtle about the whole, ‘oh you need a fan belt? I got one at the house,’. You always wondered about his weird obsession with fan belts. 

“We need to get help! We need to get out of here-” In an instant, you were pulled into Bo’s truck. “He was at the camp!” 

“Heh? What are you talking about? Who the hell are you?” You asked, pressing yourself to the passenger door, slowly unlocking it. You’ve grown up in Ambrose, and although it sounds more demented than it actually was, you found yourself enjoying the small town life you had with your brothers. 

Bo came out of the   house, brows furrowed when he noticed you were in the truck with the redhead. 

“Where’s Wade?” She asked, glancing at you before glaring at your brother. Bo smirked.

“he’s using the restroom-” Bo moved to open the door, only to find it locked. “open the door,” 

You rolled your eyes subtly, knowing very well Bo was on the verge of losing his patience. Kind to think of it, no other tourists gave the Twins this much trouble before. The boy from earlier, Wade, was already taken care of; that much you knew. Vincent was quick and diligent, not one to get sidetracked like Bo. The moment the truck started to lurch back, you grabbed for the door handle, left hand latching onto the redheads bicep before yanking her back.  

You fell first, and a harsh gasp left your lips when she landed on you. Bo instantly grabbed the redhead, calling out for Vincent. The more reserved twin came out of the house, scissors in hand. The redhead screamed, yelling obscenities as Vincent made quick work of her and dragged her body down to his workshop. 

“What the hell were you thinking?!” Bo scolded,  pacing around angrily, jaw clenched and eyes filled with anger more than worry towards his limply laying sister. “Why the hell do you think it was a good idea to get in that truck?! You could have died-” 

“but I didn't! I’m fine Bo,” You muttered, closing your eyes tightly. The knot in your lower back grew stronger, and you were certain there was no way you’d be able to get up. 

Silence engulfed the pair. 

“Get up, and I’ll have Vincent check you out-” 

“I can’t” 

“What?” 

“I said I can’t get up,”  Bo huffed, begrudgingly stepping over you and grabbing your arms carefully. You bit back a cry of pain as he hauled you up. 

It was clear that Bo was worried about you; he cared, even if he didn't show it. Vincent, along with him, would make sure that you were never in  a position of danger.

 The older twin watched silently as Vincent  handed you an icepack for your back before carefully tending to the gash you had receive when you got dragged into the truck with the redhead. Tears fell down your cheeks, not from the pain, but from being berated by Bo. You know he meant it with good intentions; he was never mean to you without  purpose or cause. 

You felt as though you had disappointed him, even though you never meant to purposely get injured when you hauled the redhead out of the truck. You only wanted to help. 

“I’m sorry,” You croaked, Vincent pursing his lips underneath his mask. “I just wanted to help you guys out,” 

“We know Darlin’,” Bo muttered, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “You cant be playing hero like that,” You merely nodded, thanking Vincent quietly for patching you up. 

“I won’t, I promise,” 

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