#i will take ibuprofen with him 🥹

[loveshotzz]

All I Really Want Is You

older!neighbor!widower! steve x fem!reader chap four/ten - a slow burn series of blurbs - updated every wednesday

Good Morning & Goodnight

summary: Your first night out with friends ends when Steve’s work day begins.

wc: 1.2k

warnings: 18+ series for future chapters, we’re a hot mess but Steve loves it.

authors note: It’s a shorty! I can’t believe we’re almost half way through. 🥹 this is a stepping stone chapter for the next one but it doesn’t mean that I didn’t at least give you something 😉

🌇 chapter three <- -> chapter five

The Masterlist/The Playlist/The tune:

Middle of June - 6:15am Monday Morning

Free drinks with your coworkers at the bar after close seemed like a great idea, until you were stumbling out of the club with a few of the other girls at dawn. Birds chirp loudly into the fuschia sky, mocking the hangover that was sure to hit as soon as your stomach processed the breakfast sandwich you ate on the train ride home. 

The dull throb of your dehydration headache starts rearing its annoying head once you hit your street, your platform sandals dragging against the sidewalk. You can feel the way your eyeliner starts making your lashes stick with every slow sleepy blink of your eyes. Throat dry, all you can think of is your Brita in the fridge and how much you hope you refilled it last night. 

“Howdy neigh- oh, honey.” 

Your eyes widen when you hear the voice of the last person you want to see you like this. but you know there’s nowhere to hide when you reach your gate right as Steve’s leaving his. Meeting his gaze sheepishly, you can feel the heat rise up your neck and cheeks. You remember the blurry image of your smeared make up in the club bathroom mirror a few hours ago.

“Hi Steve.” You give him a small wave, embarrassment making you kick the sidewalk with the toe of your sandal.

“Fun night?” He smirks, pulling his Raybans on top of his head and pushing the hair out of his face. Specks of gray stand out on the sides in the fresh new light. His face is clean shaven, a crisp white dress shirt fitting tight across his chest, the outline of the tank top underneath visible. It brings you back to the way it clung to his muscles in your kitchen last week.

“Yeah, actually it was.” You use the last of your strength to form a smile, immediately wincing when you do and he has to stifle a laugh.

“I’m glad to hear it, although I do hope you don’t work today.” He reaches down adjusting the belt around his waist, before shoving a hand in his black dress slacks leaning against the gate with the other. His silver watch is just as shiny as his shoes. 

“No I’m of -“ your voice cracks, making you clear your throat and suddenly the sun is extra bright. “No, I’m off today.”

“Good and please tell me you have ibuprofen up there?” Genuine worry paints his handsome features, he knew what a first Chicago hangover was like. It takes all of his will power not to work from home so he can check up on you the rest of the day.

“Yes, I’m not completely useless in taking care of myself you know?” You don’t mean for it to sound so snippy, but the hangover is getting the best of you and getting words out feels like knives to your skull. 

His eyebrows raise, a little shocked before his face relaxes with a warm smile. A silent understanding.

“I didn’t mean it like that tough girl.” He straightens up with rosy cheeks.

“I’m sorry, that was rude. I’m just really tired and Ubers were like a million dollars -“ You can hear how your words start to shake, the lack of sleep finally catching up with you.

He steps forward on instinct, arms starting to outstretch in a hug, only to stop once his brain connects with the movements of his body. Maybe it was the little bit of alcohol still left in your system that makes you bold enough to meet him in the middle, but there is no turning back when your arms snake around his waist. 

The muscles in his abdomen flex against your touch, and you feel him freeze up for a second before pulling you tight into his chest. The aftershave and cologne are overpowering against your senses, but you don’t care, inhaling deeply. He rubs a soothing palm down the dip of your spine with just enough pressure to make you sigh.

“I know, it feels like death,” he chuckles, “Go get some sleep okay honey?” His words come out soft against the top of your head before he gives the sides of your arms a squeeze pulling back just enough to see your face.

You want to kiss the two moles that sit side by side on his cheek, especially when he looks at you like this.

“Sorry for the dramatics at 6:30 in the morning.” You can’t help but giggle, brushing away the glitter that rubbed off onto his clean shirt. 

The way he smiles with all his teeth tells you he could care less.

“Hey, you might not believe it but I used to have many nights like this way back when, alright?” He gets the eye roll that makes his whole day, and he has to resist the urge to pull you in for another hug.

“Suuuure grandpa,” you tease — his affection enough to make you feel like a functioning person even if just for a few minutes.

He scoffs with fake offense before he gives you one of those winks that makes you weak in the knees, and for a second you think he might kiss your forehead.

“Alright, I need to get to work and you need to go to bed. Don’t be a stranger if you need anything later okay?” He rubs up and down your arms before finally stepping back and you wish he’d just come lay with you. 

You muster a nod before straightening out your wrinkled dress, shyness coming back when he slips his sunglasses back on. Why did he always have to look so good?

“Have fun at work, I promise I won’t die. I just need some water and a shower.” You try and wave off his worry as you make your way through your gate.

“You better not. Bandit would be very upset about losing his new best friend.” It’s his turn to get sheepish. “Me too.”

It doesn’t hurt when you smile this time.

“You have my word Steve.” You put your palm against your heart in a vow just for him.

“That’s my girl.” He grins, twirling his keys before catching them in hand, finally turning around to go to his car and leaving you a mess on your front steps.

That’s my girl. 

The words play in your head on a loop while you shower, when you drink your bodyweight in water, and as you take enough ibuprofen to give you an ulcer. They haunt your dreams when your body gives into sleep and your headache finally subsides.

A loud knock on your front door wakes you from the kind of sleep that leaves you with a sore throat and a foggy brain. The sun is lower in the sky that shines through the crack of your new curtains, your clock reading 6:05 pm in glaring red letters when your eyes catch the time. 

You can barely pick your feet off the ground when you shuffle to the door, a yawn loud enough to hear over the whir of the A/C. You unlatch the dead bolt, and when you open to see what’s on the other side, you’re reminded of his words from earlier that felt like a lifetime ago. They make you feel special again like they did at six in the morning despite the roll of your eyes, your lips twitch when you read the note that’s attached to the Doordash hangover cure from your handsome neighbor.

beta’d by @superblysubpar

dividers by @newlips

🌇 -> chapter five

[moonlightspencie]

6 with dean winchester, oh pls🥹

OUCH just thinking about it. he is so baby, this is a hurt-comfort fluff fest

send me a number and a character!

6. “be gentle, please.”

pairing: dean winchester x reader

warnings: non-descriptive owies on sam and dean

To say you were annoyed was an understatement.

Dean just had to push your buttons until you burst on him last night. Knowing that you had a thing for him. It was one thing to mess with you years ago, but now?

There was no way he didn’t know.

And he had the nerve to call you in on the hunt that you had wanted to opt out of. You stayed behind for a reason, but he just had to call. Now, you were stomping up the steps to some creaky old house, chasing after who-knows-what. Probably a demon. But since when couldn’t those two boys handle a demon by themselves?

You pushed open the front door, creeping through the house. Eventually you made it to some grand living room, scanning over the area. Then, you saw Dean.

Memories of a fight were the last thing to occupy your mind when you saw him crumpled in on himself against the wall.

“Dean,” you called out, entering the room.

He was still out cold when you reached him, a hand immediately going to the side of his face.

“Dean?” you said, this time your voice softer.

He groaned, slowly coming to. You watched carefully as he finally opened his eyes, letting out a sigh of relief when he saw that it was you in the room with him.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbled. “Shouldn’t have gone in alone.”

“No, no, don’t apologize,” you said softly, still stroking his face.

Sam burst through a moment later, calling for Dean. You looked up as he finally got into the room.

“What happened?” you questioned.

Sam sighed. “I killed it.”

He helped you get Dean into the car, and eventually into the motel room they were staying at. Sam had one nasty cut, but he assured you he could take care of it himself no matter how much you offered a helping hand. He walked into the bathroom to fix himself up, leaving you with Dean.

You looked at him as he sat on the bed with his head in his hands. You moved around the room, getting him some water and your migraine meds, figuring that it would probably work better than expired ibuprofen. You sat next to him on the bed, handing the items over.

“This should help a little, but you’re definitely concussed,” you said, keeping your voice quiet. “Sam and I are gonna have to keep an eye on you until tomorrow.”

He nodded slowly. “Yeah, I know. Thanks for coming.”

“Of course. Though, I didn’t really do much,” you replied with a light laugh.

“This is plenty,” he said, finally looking at you.

You winced, seeing the cut above his eyebrow. It was bruised, and at least needed to be cleaned. You instructed him to wait, grabbing some of your first aid supplies and meeting him back on the mattress.

“This’ll probably sting,” you said, wiping at the cut with a wipe.

He winced, trying to pull away.

“You don’t have to do this,” he said.

“I want to. I care about you, and you could use someone to do that right about now.”

He sighed. “I could do it myself.”

“You shouldn’t have to. Especially not with a concussion. Let me take care of you.”

He looked at you, eyes shining in the low light. You swallowed, stopping your motions for a moment.

“What?” you questioned.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to cause a fight yesterday.”

You sighed. “I know you didn’t. I just— It’s hard when you tease me like that. You know all the ways to get me… frustrated.”

He smirked. “I know. I’m sorry. I know I’m annoying sometimes, I just really—”

“You’re not annoying. You just… push my buttons”

“It’s hard not to when you’re always fake flirting with me,” he stated as you started cleaning him up again. “It’s hard on a guy.”

You laughed humorlessly. Fake. As if he didn’t know.

“We both know that’s not fake, Winchester.”

“Be gentle, please,” he said quietly, just above a whisper.

You pulled your hand away.

“Am I hurting you?” you asked, looking between him and the cut.

He took your wrist, moving your hand away as he shook his head.

“No. With me. Be gentle,” he said.

“I don’t understand.”

He sighed. “I have had a thing for you forever. Please don’t mess with me saying you’re actually flirting. That’s not fair.”

You softened immediately. “What?”

“I know we joke and get under each others skin, but I’m just asking that you don’t actually screw with my heart.”

“Dean, that’s not…” you trailed, furrowing your brow. “I’m not lying. I thought you knew?”

“Knew what?” he asked, looking at you in confusion.

“You don’t remember? Last year I told you I had a thing for you.”

“No, you didn’t,” he said cautiously.

“I did. We were at the bunker in the kitchen, throwing back shots, and I told you. You just kind of laughed and then Cas came in so we stopped talking,” you explained. “I thought we’d talk about it the next day, but you acted like it never happened.”

“Uh, yeah, probably because I was blacked out. I would’ve remembered that, I promise you.”

You sighed, dropping your head. “Shit.”

“You mean it?” he asked after a beat.

You nodded, not saying anything. He grabbed your hand, taking the wipe from it and tossing it onto the night stand before holding it in his own.

“Dude, I have practically been head-over-heels for you forever.”

You laughed, looking at him. “Dude?”

“I don’t know, I’m concussed, just—” he let out a breath, then smiled. “You’re one of my best friends. Have been for a while, and I wouldn’t mind changing that.”

You smiled again. “Only if you promise me one thing.”

“Anything.”

“We talk about it when you’re not concussed. I don’t want a repeat of last time.”

He smiled brightly. “Deal.”

[eomayas]

hey, could you please write something really fluffy where kyungsoo tries to help reader with their period cramps? 🥹 thank youuu

tender love • dks [req]

pairing: kyungsoo x f reader

genre: fluff

warnings: mentions of pain

curled in a ball on the couch with a bowl of fruit in your hands, you grimace at the dull throb of pain that ripples through your lower stomach. you’ve been sitting like this for almost an hour, the bowl of fruit goinf room temperature and barely eaten for fear of making the pain worse if you move. your cramps aren’t bad enough for medicine, but it is tempting to take some advil.

sighing, you shift on the couch, your hips feeling stiff from being locked in this position for so long. you wince as pain shoots through your center and that dull ache turns into a full on throb of pain. you can practically feel your muscles contracting. you press on your lower stomach to try and alleviate the pain, but it’s not enough.

you’re in pain, and your stomach growls in hunger. the fruit bowl isn’t enough and you don’t really want it anymore. your phone vibrates on the couch next to you, and you pick it up, delighted to see a text from your boyfriend.

kyungsoo: i’m almost home

the pain gets worse and you rot away on the couch as you wait for him, spread out with your legs hanging over the arm.

the front door opens and you try to sit up but stop yourself when you get a cramp in your pelvis. “y/n, i’m home,” kyungsoo calls. you want to whine at his voice and the fact that you can’t get up, but you don’t.

“in here,” you say. you hear kyungsoo set his keys on the counter and his bag in the hallway. his footsteps get closer until he’s stopped right over you, a small smile on his face. “hi.” you say, looking up at him and outstretching your arms for a hug.

kyungsoo smiles softly at you and leans down to embrace you. you try to meet him halfway but gasp at another cramp. “what’s the matter? are you hurt?” he asks, pulling his head back.

you shake your head. you roll onto your side and scoot back to make room for him, pursing your lips at the ache. kyungsoos brown furrow as he takes a seat, his hand moving to rest on your hip. “no, i have bad cramps,” you say.

“how bad do they hurt?” he asks, rubbing soft circles into your skin. you shrug. “do you need me to get anything? have you taken any medicine?” kyungsoo questions, kissing your forehead.

“no, and no,” you reply. kyungsoo tuts at you and stands up. he goes into the kitchen and rummages around before finding a bottle of ibuprofen, and then gets you a glass of water. kyungsoo comes back over with your medicine, and you sit up against the couch.

you thank him and toss the pills back and take a drink of water. “have you eaten?” he asks, picking up the bowl of fruit and picking at what you didn’t finish. you nod and he raises an eyebrow.

“i had ramen an hour ago,” you reply and he hums, taking a seat next to you. you lean against his side, resting your head on his shoulder.

“is there anything else i can do? do you need me to go to the store for you?” he asks, and you jut your bottom lip out at his kindness and sincerity. you shake your head and he leans down to kiss you (finally), his lips soft against yours.

kyungsoo gently holds onto the side of your face, stroking your cheek lovingly. you pull back and look up at him with pleading eyes. “can you hold me?” you ask. kyungsoo smiles at you, his eyes crinkling at the edges behind his glasses.

“always,” he says, standing up to remove his work shirt, leaving him in just a plain tshirt. he steps out of his shoes and sits back on the couch, opening his legs so you can sit between them. you lie down on his chest, your cheek pressed against his heart.

kyungsoo wraps his arms around and gently digs his fingers into your lower abdomen and starts massaging the area. you let out a small sigh of relief and settle in closer to him, your breathing falling in sync.

he continues massaging your stomach, paying close attention to the sight you let out; whether you’re in pain, or feeling better. “is this helping?” he asks softly.

you nod. “yes. a lot,” you say. he smiles above your head and kisses the crown.

it’s soft touches and cuddles for the rest of the night, even long after the pain no longer bothers you and his legs fall asleep.

[peggy-uwu]

ok liveblogging watching the new episode because I'm insane

omf omg omg

this doesn't feel real

HES SO CUTE

omg what is this opening

OMG???

it has the old season vibes right at the beginning

the imagery??!?????

SEBASTIAN THE MAN THAT YOU ARE

I'm vibing with this op so much it's so fucking metal

giant fire monster??? please don't go off plot omg I'm worried now

ok the moon skull was cool

BISCUIT MY SHOUJO BABY GIRLIE I LOVE YOU

of course he's almost late

"first impressions are crucial, I must focus" *immediately fucks it up*

Redmond the beautiful woman that you are

REMOND RHE BEAUTIDUL WOMAN THAT YOU ARE

violet the beautiful woman that you are

REDMONSDDDD

waaaaaaah McMillan I love you

McMillan you're so cute 😭😭😭

"BOY UP" 💀💀💀

my poor son

GOSDDDDDDSDDDDDDDDD FUXK SEBASTIAN YOURE SO HOOOOOTTTT

let's take ibuprofen together ass pose

ciel is so sick of him already I love it

HES SO SICK OF HIM

omg stfu ur not funny

oooooh the windows are prettyyyy

Redmond the beauti-

violet my beautiful princess

fuck you zombie bitch die sooner

fucking power rangers ass lineup

LMAO GET FUCKED IDIOT

robot ass movements get away from my son

VIPLET MY PRWRTY PRINCESS

ohhhhhh I missed the title cards 🥹🥹

"drudges" remember what they took from you

ciels "target acquired" ass look when McMillan mentions the tea party ajbsksbdidj

McMillan the puppy that you are

what the fuck is wrong with these students omg

also why are the all either blonde or brunet and sitting next to eachother in pairs of 2

"are we little girls in cliques?" I mean if the dress fits 💀💀💀

stay away from the emo kids 📝📝📝

cheerio GOD

THE POSE AKNSNDKD

oooooooooh the eye is so pretty

OOOOOOOOOOOH SEBASTIAN IS SO PRETTY

I love love love that they feminized him it does wonders for my little lesbian heart

his eyes are so pretty ooooouggh

🦋🦋🦋 <- in my tummy

godddd he's so pretty in the dress

WHAT IS ERONG WITH THESE STIFENTS

DOTN GO NEAR THE GOTH KIDS 📝📝📝📝📝

CHESLOOOOOOCKKKKKKKKKK

cheslock I am in deep romantic love with you

my poor boy he's been jumped like 3 times and it's his second day

make that 4

Sebastian's smug ass fuckin smile I love that he always finds ways to get in ciels way by doing EXACTLY what he's told

ciel I'm gonna kill you what the fuck is that pose

"senpai" I'm dead 💀💀💀

"kawaii boya" 😭😭😭😭😭

but fuck the queen fr like why don't you just fucking walk down there yourself and ask

fuck ur cousin lady

wait don't she's a royal she might actually 💀💀

godddd Sebastian's do prettyyyy

ciel is also really pretty my baby princess I love you

Sebastian's eyelashes go hardf

.THEHAIR SRTIP FALLING

ooooh ending time

ohhhhh the windows for the p4 are so pretty!!!!!

oh the style is different it's so lovely

FALLING FROM THE FUCKING SKY??????

romance is real

ohhhh pretty sky

SWBASTIAN FLYING WITH HIM ROMANCE IS REAL??????

oh god oh god oh god I was going to post this to main but it has to go sideblog now

actually fuckit

it goes main anyways

falling through the sky in the sunset together be so fucking fr with me

ohhhhhh the ed is so pretty gofdd

[sebsxphia]

Regressing with preacher!rhett 🥹

You heard the rustle of Rhett’s keys as he came in the door.

“I got you some more ibuprofen lil lamb-” He paused. “What’s wrong, sweet girl?” Rhett knelt by your side of the worn out motel bed.

“Feelin’ little, dada.” You got out. Still hazy from your nap prior to this conversation. Rhett took in the sight before him. His sweet little lamb, all bundled up with their blankie and stuffie.

“Oh sweet baby,” Rhett brushed your baby hairs out that escaped your braids out of you face. “Don’t worry, daddy’s here.” Rhett kissed your forehead before he stood up and changed out of his dirty clothes. You felt the bed dip beside you as Rhett got under the covers with you.

“This alright, little one?” He snaked his arm around your body, his wrist adorned with the bracelet you’d made him a few weeks back. You’ve never seen him take it off. Rhett felt you nod against his chest as you both lay there and listen to the hum of the TV.

￫ a/n: you know how much i love this idea my love 🥹 headcanons for the ‘ptolemaea. | the verses.’ universe.

￫ c/w: heavy religious themes, age regression and preacher!rhett abbott.

Preacher Rhett knew of your age regression. You’d mentioned it to him within a confessional booth three weeks into the relationship you were slowly forming.

You admitted it within the confessional booth because it felt like a sin, but your Preacher was there to soothe your mind and assure you that it was in fact, okay.

When your Preacher came out of the confessional booth with you by his side, he was no longer your Preacher but Rhett. Rhett who wanted to learn more about it, what it meant to you and what you needed from him.

It had only happened on one occasion prior back in your town, but he noticed it happening more on your way out West, which he could understand why.

You had your small lamb stuffed animal which you retrieved quickly from your home when you left, and one other prized possession. A small knitted blanket that smelt like home.

Rhett quickly learned that these two items became essential to your age regression when you were on the road. They were the only two items you had to soothe yourself. Those, plus Rhett himself.

To entertain yourself on the road, there wasn’t much you could do. You and Rhett both had duffel bags with your clothing, but he wanted to get you something personal that you could carry around, with little things inside to entertain yourself.

Stopping off in one of the lonesome towns, he purchased a carry on size, leather satchel, backpack. The leather was worn, but it was decorated in intricate stitching and embroidery with an array of flowers and bugs. It had clearly been loved by a child, before it was handed off to the second hand store.

In tow, he got you a colouring book and brightly coloured pencils. The front of the colouring book was fading from the sunlight of being sat in the window for so long, but you were going to bring it back to life.

With what money he had stolen from the Church (and other passers by on the road), he had to be careful with how much he was spending, but Rhett couldn’t resist treating you to these final two items.

From a chain supermarket down the children’s aisle, he got you a set of two pacifiers and a sippy cup. Both were matching with little illustrated drawings of cowboys and farm animals.

In your backpack, you carried your beloved stuffed animal and blanket, your colouring book and pencils and lastly, your pacifiers and sippy cup. It was deemed as, “your little bag.”

When Rhett presented you with this gift, you squealed loudly and your eyes lit up with pure joy. As you repeated a heightened flurry of, “thank you, Dada!” his heart was fluttering in his own chest and swelling with love. He hadn’t seen you so happy for a long time.

Rhett had your colouring book and whatever was running on the Motel television at the time to keep you entertained.

If you were driving along and feeling little, Rhett could see when you’d start getting restless. If it was during the day, he would make the decision to stop off in the middle of nowhere and run around with his little lamb.

He would play tag and hide and seek. There was no one around for miles, and he loved hearing your sweet and carefree laugh run through the mountains and dust plains. He hadn’t heard you laugh and squeal with excitement like this, ever.

It would always tire you out enough that you would fall asleep with your head resting on his lap as he drove the truck the last couple of miles to the Motel. He’d park up, pay the fare for the night, and hoist you to his hip, carrying you gently to bed.

He would call you his, “sweet baby,” “sweet girl,” “little one” and his, “sweet little lamb.”

In turn you would call him, “Dada” which always tugged on his heart strings that you couldn’t quite muster out the full, “Daddy.”

He would let you nibble and babble on his fingertips when you weren’t feeling sleepy enough to have your pacifier just yet.

You both wore the bracelets you’d so lovingly made and Rhett never took his off. He wore it with pride. He wore it with love. To be your caregiver was the greatst gift from God.

[stabbyfoxandrew]

do u have any cute kevjean moments in mafia restaurant…. thank you 🥹 - dayurno

WIP Wednesday (10/11) | Mafia Front Restaurant AU (Part 32)

“Hey, do you remember the time we— Ow, fuck,” Kevin’s fork hits the ground with a clank and when Neil looks up, his hand is trembling. Jean shoves his plate onto the counter, then takes Kevin’s hand to rub it between both of his. 

Under his breath, he mutters, “Every day I wish I had killed him myself, I wish—”

“It’s not that bad,” Kevin says, trying to contain a grimace.

Jean’s nostrils flare as he exhales. “It is. Where’s your brace, is it in the car?”

“It’s— I didn’t bring it. I didn’t think I would need it today.” Kevin sucks air through his teeth. “It was fine this morning.”

Jean fishes in his pocket and tosses a set of keys at Neil’s head. He avoids getting his eyes gouged out, catching them in his fist instead. “Neil, go grab the Ibuprofen for me, would you? It’s in the console.”

“Yeah.” Neil sets his plate down and Kevin starts to protest.

“It’s not that bad. Really—”

“The last time you said that it got worse and you couldn’t even pick up a pen for two days.” Jean snaps, continuing to hold his boyfriend’s hand between his. Kevin freezes at his tone and Jean swallows, then raggedly whispers, “I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I just— I can’t go back and stop it from happening, but I refuse to let him keep hurting you.”

Neil pauses by the door to watch Kevin’s face morph into something between grief and adoration. 

“It’s alright,” he whispers.

“Are you going or not?” Jean directs at Neil. And Neil all but jumps out the door and rushes to the car. He unlocks it and digs through the console until he finds a packet of painkillers, then brings it back into the kitchen with him. He puts it in Jean’s waiting hand. “Thank you.”

“No problem. Does heat still help? I can try to— We could put a dish towel in the oven or something,” Neil suggests. He’s about to do such when he hears a voice from the dining area.

“Oh, Falscher Kellner? Are you still here?”

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[enha-hype]

maeumi & me - ch 21 : something love

a/n : this chapter alternates between written parts and tweets/texts so be sure to read them in order!

w.c. : around 1.5k

Even though Jungwon brushed off Jake's concerns, the truth is that the pain is starting to really bother him now. But he doesn't want to trouble anyone and besides, it isn't so bad that it's unbearable, so he decides to just put up with it until the morning when he could go buy himself some pain relievers. The late nights and work stress must be getting to him. He presses his fingers to his temples, massaging himself, which helps a little. He puts on some light music and leans back against the couch, closing his eyes and hoping to maybe fall asleep, but to no avail. It's partly because of the pain and partly because his mind is still buzzing with the image of you from earlier in the evening – the way your eyes lit up upon seeing him, your wide grin that made his heart skip a beat, the way you complained that you had missed him in an almost accusatory tone like you somehow knew he'd been avoiding you on purpose...

His thoughts are interrupted by Maeumi licking his ankle. Smiling, he bends down to scratch his ears. “Oh hi Maeumi, what's this you've got here?”

You don't know why, but you find it hard to not smile every time your phone pings with a text message from Jungwon. Especially since they've been a rare occurrence these past few days.

Won : Why is Maeumi suddenly so determined on bringing me every sock he can find?

You chuckle, thinking about all the times Maeumi's done that with you as well, ever so diligently. And then you remember why he does it and frown.

You : He used to do it with me whenever I was sick or upset about something.... Are you okay, Won?

Won : Ahhh

A couple of minutes pass and there's no other reply.

You : Won???

Won : Hi sorry. Um, would you believe me if I told you that I'm completely fine and he just started doing it out of nowhere?

Nonetheless, that is so freaking sweet 😩 I feel all warm knowing he cares about me enough to want me to feel better (even though I'm fine, really). I thought I was just some dude he liked hanging out with but he's truly accepted me 🥹

You : 1) Nope I don't believe you one bit

2) I think he accepted you long back when he marked his territory by peeing on your carpet

He chuckles, absentmindedly massaging his throbbing forehead. The light from the phone screen makes it worse but he wants to talk to you.

Won : Damn Y/n, you didn't even hesitate 💀 So it's his bark word over mine huh? 😔

And lmao yayy me

You : In certain matters I trust Maeumi more and it's not surprising as to why – you were lying, weren't you?

Won : Okay yeah but it's just a little headache so I was practically right

Ugh, how did it not strike you earlier? You were so happy to see him that you didn't even pause to question why he was home on a weekday. Or how tired he had looked.

You : Is it bad? Did you try taking any painkillers?

Won : Nahh, it's nothing really. And no, I ran out of Ibuprofen like a month ago and forgot to restock lol. But it's fine like I said, I can hardly feel it.

You : You want me to believe that you took a day off over nothing? Really Won?? Fine have you had your dinner at least?

Won : Umm I'm not really hungry rn

You : It's pretty late, you should still eat something

Won : I'll feel nauseous if I eat

You : Alright that's it

When you didn't say anything else after that last message, Jungwon just assumed you had gotten tired of trying to be helpful while he dismissed all your questions, and had gone on to do other work that was actually important. The last thing he expected was for you to show up at his door.

And yet here you are, less than 10 minutes later. Jungwon stands in the doorway gaping at you. You wait for a while, and when it doesn't seem like he's going to unfreeze anytime soon you decide to just let yourself in.

It's impossible not to smile when you hear the tap tap tap of Maeumi's paws hitting the floor as he comes running to greet you, wagging his fluffy little tail excitedly. “Hi babieee!” You crouch down to pet him and let him lick you to his heart's content, because God knows he's not gonna calm down until you give him the attention he needs.

You sneak a glance at Jungwon and gosh, there's that confused bunny face again. It's so insanely cute you want to walk over to him and squish his cheeks. Your cheeks turn red at the thought, and you immediately brush it away. Straightening up, you head to the kitchen. You fill a glass with water and walk back to Jungwon, handing it to him along with the Ibuprofen you'd brought with you.

“I've ordered Jjajangmyeon for the both of us, it'll be here in ten,” you announce as you turn towards the kitchen again, with both Jungwon and Maeumi trailing behind this time.

“Wha– what are you doing?”

You fill the kettle with water halfway through. “Making chamomile tea. It helps with headaches,”

“You came all the way here at 10.30 pm for this when you have an assignment due tomorrow???” His eyes are wide with incredulity.

Seriously? He's not well and your stupid assignment is what he's worried about? “The assignment can wait. You clearly don't know how to take care of yourself because at this rate you'll only end up making the pain much worse,”

“I can take care of myself just fine! I am fine!!” he protests, trying to take the kettle from you.

“Sure, you look it Won. Those dark circles and your ghastly pale complexion are truly the epitome of pink health,” you retort and he sulks. You have to resist the urge to smile because God, why is he so adorable? “Now come here,” you grab him by his arm and drag him back to the living room. The contact makes his skin tingle, and he tries not to give it too much thought. “No moving from here until I say so,” you sit him down on the couch and head back to get the tea ready, ignoring his whines of protest.

After dinner, he assures you that he’s feeling better already. He tells you he’ll be fine if you leave, and he's so convincing you almost believe him. That is, until he goes to fetch your bag and stumbles and almost falls flat on his face. Needless to say there was no getting you to leave after that. Jungwon wasn't too happy about it but he sure wasn't upset either.

Fortunately, you had brought your laptop with you, predicting that you might end up staying over. You look at the time – it's just a little over 11, which is not too late, at least not by your standards. If you stay up for an hour or two, you should be able to finish the assignment. You honestly don't mind - you're just happy you were able to help Jungwon in some way. And selfishly, you kind of like that you get to spend time with him at least this way, especially after not seeing him for so long. Well, it felt long anyway.

* * *

“No offense, but I’m really more of a coffee person,” Jungwon says, scrutinizing the beverage in the cup he’s holding.

You sit on the opposite end of the table, your gaze stern. “I don’t care. You’re drinking it.”

He sighs and takes a tentative sip. Scrunches up his face. “Nope, definitely not my cup of tea,” he confirms, and then laughs at his own unintended pun.

You have to suppress a laugh of your own but don't let it show. “Plug your nose if you have to. Finish it.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re no fun,” he mumbles but does as he’s told.

* * *

After a lot of fussing and arguing, Jungwon finally concedes to letting you sleep on the couch. There's no way you would have him sleep anywhere but on his own bed, where he would be most comfortable, especially when he's not feeling his best. Besides, you remind him, you need to stay up late to finish your work, and the couch would be more practical. He starts apologising again for inconveniencing you, and you threaten to make him drink more chamomile tea which effectively shuts him up.

So it's no wonder that when he's all settled in bed and turned off the lights, he's a little surprised to see your silhouette walk in. He watches curiously as you pull up a chair next to his bed and take a seat.

“Where exactly does it hurt?” you ask.

He frowns, touching his forehead. “What are you– holy crap that feels good...”

You chuckle, relieved that he can't see or feel the way you hands are slightly trembling from nervousness. The side of your palm brushes against his warm forehead as you gently press the ice pack onto it – you had brought that along with the tea packet and the pills. You hadn't thought much of it before, but now that you're actually here doing it, it suddenly feels so intimate. But weirdly, it feels natural too. You brush some of his hair out of the way so you can cover all the spots - temple, forehead, temple. You alternate between the three, a comfortable silence settling over the two of you.

“I can do it myself you know,” he says quietly.

“I know. I also know that it feels better when someone else does it for you.” You're glad you waited until he turned the lights off to do this, because you get the feeling you would've been a blushing mess otherwise.

Jungwon is glad too, not just because the darkness helps alleviate the pain, but also because for some reason his eyes have gotten a little misty now, and he's glad you can't see it.

“Thank you,” he sighs, his pain and consciousness drifting away soon after.

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[butterfluffy]

HI LUVV I SAW THAT UR ACCEPTING REQUESTS RN AND I HOPE MY REQUEST IS ALLOWED <333

I've recently gone to a fancy buffet and of course, ate alot 💀ALL OF THE FOOD WERE LITERALLY BANGERS I WISH I COULDVE BEEN LUFFY AND SHOVE IT ALL IN MY MOUTH. Anyways I was wondering how ace, law, and shanks would act if they went to one with a gender neutral/fem!reader who eats alot and then suddenly gets a headache cuz they didn't get sleep alot recently but still continued to try eat more food 💀 (stupid ik and it's RLLLLLYYY descriptive but I hope it's fine 4 u!!!)

Feel free to ignore and/or remove atleast one of the characters if 3 is too many!!! Kisses 💋 xx

“foodie”

⠀⠀ੈ♡˳· how would ace, law, shanks, nami act if they went on a buffet with their s/o who eats a lot and suddenly got a headache from lack of sleep.

⠀⠀➧ fluff | ace, law, shanks, nami (separate) × gn!s/o!reader | headcanons + scenario

⠀⠀➧ warnings — none! mistakes may be present too, so do ignore them, thanks!

⠀⠀➧ requests are closed until further notice! but i do take requests here and there, though it'll take me some time to finish 'em..!

⠀⠀꒰ 🍨 ꒱ notes: HELLO BAE, I'M SO JELLY OF U, I WANNA GO OUT TO EAT FANCY FOOD TOO ‼️‼️🥹 btw i hope this satisfies you~ 🫶

PORTGAS D. ACE

ace is a foodie too, so expect him to be eating every food in sight.

competes with you in eating, lmao.

but when your headache kicks in, ace pauses and checks if you're all good.

“i'm all good, ace, just got a headache from not getting enough sleep—anyway, let's continue to eat, yeah?” stuffing your face with food once again, ace tugs his lips down to a frown, stopping you from eating.

“you should sleep first, then eat after sleeping, but if possible... sleep while eating—zzzz...” he advised, face plopping down to the dish in front of him, sleeping, though his hand remains awake, taking food to his mouth, still eating...

will eventually wake up and look at you with a sheepish smile, asking you if you had rested.

will also urge you to sleep or rest if you didn't, still lets you eat all you can though.

TRAFALGAR LAW

law doesn't really eat much, and sleep much too.

so he'd spend his time just watching you stuff your cheeks full with food.

was quick to notice that you were off because of your headache.

“y/n-ya, is there something wrong?” law asks, eyes squinted at you who stopped eating for a moment, frowning as you chewed on your food. “..yeah, i got a headache. didn't sleep much last night, but i'm fine.”

“you—sigh. stop eating first and rest yourself until your headache is gone. i got ibuprofen here to help with that headache, so drink up.” giving you the medicine, law then made you take it, making you rest before letting you bounce back to eat.

definitely has over-the-counter meds for headache since he experiences them too from lack of sleep.

didn't let you eat until you had rested well, being the doctor he is.

SHANKS

party animal who prefers getting drunk with the alcoholic drinks rather than eating.

you eat up, he drinks up, all lively as he does.

though when your headache hammers you up...

“ah, darlin', what's wrong? does your stomach hurt from all that food or somethin'?” shanks asked, noticing that you had slowed your pace on eating, only shaking your head no to his question, leaving a dry response of, “no, headache.”

“eeehhh!? headache? oh no, that's not good! how about drinkin' up, mhm? i'm pretty sure you'll be good after drinkin' up! haha!” the red head laughs, offering you a drink as a joke, before scooting closer to you, taking your head and leaning it on his shoulder. “just kidding, here, rest on my shoulder and sleep as long as ya want. do you still want to drink though?”

yep, he offered you alcoholic drinks, to help you sleep, he says.

also sneaked a small romantic act, being the dork he is.

NAMI

mostly chats with you as she eats.

also finds it cute and funny on how you eat so much, reminding her of her dork of a captain.

but when your head starts aching—

“uggghh, nami, my head hurts..!” you whined, still having the time to eat despite the painful aching of your head, causing the woman with you to irk, eye twitching.

“if your head hurts, then sleep or rest up, and not continue to eat, damn it! do you want that pain to worsen or something!? #$-$&_+"('$—!!!”

scolds you for that, hahahaha. though despite keeping up the angry demeanor, nami is concerned for you, ofc.

forces you to rest up, dragging you to your room and getting you to sleep, watching over you and making sure that you do what she said.

© butterfluffy 2022

[whats-wild-to-you]

hi, can you do a scenario where the main character is not usually a clingy type of person, but one time when it’s that time of the month she becomes very clingy and jay takes care of her and he secretly likes it

sorry if it’s confusing but thank you in advance!

Awww, that’s so sweet 🥹 I can totally see Jay being with an independent woman 💁‍♀️

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“Do you need help with that?” Jay asked you when he saw you sitting on a ladder, trying to change a lightbulb.

“No.” You said confidently. “I’m already done!”

It wasn’t uncommon for you to turn down help, even if it was from your boyfriend. Jay knew this and wasn’t mad about it. Even though in the beginning you were worried you might bruise his ego, he reassured you he was fine with it. 

Of course his boys at AOMG and H1GHR would constantly tease him about it. Especially when they all went to a spa without you, which they did occasionally, because spas weren’t really your thing.

“Hey Jay, what is your girl doing tonight? Slaying dragons?” The boys would ask, while getting a foot massage.

“Man, do you know how good Jay has it? No nagging, no ‘honey can you get this or that for me?’, no running after her with all the shopping bags.” 

And although Jay agreed for the most part, he sometimes wanted to pamper you.

“Babe, I can get the groceries out of the trunk myself, you’re exhausted, you’ve been performing shows back-to-back, sit and relax, dinner will be ready soon!”

But for one week every month you would go a little soft, actually let Jay help you with stuff, make him cook dinner once or twice. 

In the beginning he was protesting, it took him almost a year to figure out you were doing it on purpose. But when he figured it out, it was like waiting for Santa and his presents. He would care for you, whether you wanted to or not, cook for you, do all the chores, rub your feet and stay home while his buddies were out partying.

You acted as if you didn’t like the attention but deep down you wanted to be babied once in a while too. Jay of course made a fuss about having to help you with stuff, but he too secretly loved it.

Today was day 1 of shark week and even the past couple days leading up to today were a pain. You suffered from severe cramps and mood swings, snapped at people for no reason, and have been overly emotional. Jay noticed it of course and gave you space. 

You were laying on the couch with a hot-water bag strapped to your belly, wincing in pain while Jay was out on schedules. 

You were craving chocolate all morning long but didn’t want to text Jay, thinking you’d disturb him. Instead you were just lying there, sobbing silently.

Suddenly your phone went off, Jay sent you several text messages.

I’ll be home soon.

Do you need anything from the store?

Did you eat yet?

Instead of answering him you started wailing. He must’ve known it was shark week, and he most definitely knew that you were having a hard time demanding stuff from him, so why was he baiting you like that?

Eventually, you put the phone away, waiting for him to come home.

When he did, he made several trips to the car and back until he had unloaded all of the groceries. Looking at your tear-stained face he chuckled lightly before he handed you a tub of ice cream and a large spoon.

Still blubbering, you thanked him and dug in, watching him as he unloaded the rest of the groceries.

Your heart swelled when you saw that he got everything. Donuts, spicy instant ramen, ibuprofen, edible cookie dough, hell, he even bought you tampons.

“Thank you.” You said, mouth full of ice cream, when he sat down next to you and put on a movie on Netflix, while softly massaging your feet.

“You know, if you would let me do these things for you more often you wouldn’t be so awkward every time.”

“You’re too busy as it is, I don*t want to be a nuisance!”

“Is that what this is about? Baby, you’re not a nuisance. I love taking care of you!”

“I love it when you take care of me too!”