#it's adorable how bad he felt when she was in hot water

[cerealbishh]

"You totally have a thing for him."

"No! We've just been carpooling a lot... and we like the same cheesy music, and I would never act on it, but, like... yeah."

[ashwhowrites]

Perv!Eddie blurb

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Eddie had his eyes set on his innocent neighbor. She was adorable, cute, and sweet. She wore little sweaters and skirts. Bows in her hair and rode a bike with a basket. Nothing near Eddie's type, but he found himself intrigued by her. He almost felt like he wanted to sink his teeth into her and ruin the sunny filter she saw the world through.

He wondered how much of the real she knew. If she had any idea of the nasty thoughts that ran through Eddie's head when she bent over in her skirt to water her sunflowers. She always waved and smiled at him. Wishing him a good morning before she disappeared back inside. He couldn't tell if she noticed that his hand was always inside of his jeans or not.

He remembered the first time they talked. It was storming out, and Wayne was at work. Eddie was alone in the trailer, lighting candles as the power cut throughout the park. Eddie didn't expect to hear pounding on his door and the sweet sound of Y/N's voice coming through.

He opened the door, and she stood in a white tank top with no bra, completely see-through because of the rain. Tiny pink shorts, her slippers on her feet, and she held a brown bear. The fear in her eyes turned Eddie on in a way he should have felt wrong about.

She sat on his couch, holding a cup of hot chocolate as she flinched at the crack of the thunder. Her eyes stayed on Eddie, almost like if she looked away he'd vanish. If Eddie was a good guy, he'd make her feel better and cover up the goosebumps on her skin. But he wasn't.

He sat next to her, eyes locked on her breasts. Not bothering to offer a blanket or a different shirt to wear. They talked that night about random things. All of Eddie's questions were more sexual. He asked her about her sexual experience, and how far she went with a guy. And just as he thought, she was a virgin. Never even kissed a boy.

"Want me to kiss you?" He asked, he remembered how shy she looked, like a tiny animal staring back at the lion. Eddie wanted to devour her inside and out. Her lips tasted like hot chocolate, but her tongue tasted sweet. She wasn't confident in the kiss, allowing Eddie to take it anywhere he wanted.

After that night, she felt herself catching his eye.

~~~

Eddie almost felt bad for her. She had no idea that Eddie's bedroom window looked right into hers. Her pink curtains didn't block off anything. Eddie could see her white bed, covered in stuffed animals. That same brown bear in her hands. Eddie raced to lock his door, then stood near his window. The angle gave him perfect insight into her room. He watched as she wore a little nightgown, straddling herself on the bear. Tucking the bear underneath her cunt, lifting her gown, giving Eddie the perfect view of her ass as she moved herself on the bear. Eddie was quick to yank down his boxers, spitting in his hand as he played with his cock. He moaned her name under his breath as he watched her.

~~~

Eddie had a small collection of photos he took of her under his bed. Some from his window, and some she posed for. She thought it was for a scrapbook. No idea that his cum covered the photos over and over.

He was laying on his bed, cock in his hand as he looked down at the pictures of her. All the innocent ones with her stuffed animals. He thought he could hear her voice calling through his trailer, but that only brought him closer to an orgasm.

She walked through his bedroom door, covering her eyes as she caught him naked.

"I'm sorry!" she squeaked, keeping her eyes closed as she waited for him to get dressed. She heard him moving, then a hand ripping her hands away from her face.

She thought he'd be dressed but as she looked down, his hard cock was staring back at her. She couldn't take her eyes off of it. She felt herself wanting to feel it in her hands.

"You want to touch it?" He asked, grabbing her hand as he brought it to his cock. Hissing immediately at the softness of her hands.

"Nice and gentle, baby" he instructed, wrapping her hand around his cock for her. He moved her hand as he jerked himself off with her hand.

"What were you doing?" She asked, her innocent eyes looked back at him. He chuckled at her.

"Sweet thing," he cooed, using his free hand to tuck her hair behind her ear. "Cumming to your pictures." He said it was the obvious thing in the world.

"...but why?"

"You are the reason why I'm having these problems, so it'll be you that fixes it."

~~~

Eddie didn't bother to hide that he watched her, sometimes she stared back at him through the window when he touched himself. Her eyes locked on his cock as he came all over his hand.

She snapped out of her trance when he'd shut the curtains with a smirk. It was his game and he made all the moves.

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[adventuringblind]

i’m a sucker for anything with protective charles, i feel like he would always be looking out for his gf or wife…ugh just the thought? 🫣

Car Crash and a Ferrari Mishap

Charles Leclerc x Driver!reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff

Request: yes and I am also a sucker for this.

Summary: even though Charles knows she drives one of the fastest cars in the world, he can’t help but worry.

Warnings: car crash, injury descriptions, protective Charles, ferrari race engineers not doing their job

Notes: written in third person

Masterlist

It had become a typical thing for Charles to worry. He worried more than people thought he did. His lover, however, knee everything about it because he was mainly worrying about her.

He'd lost so many people in his life already. He struggled with separation anxiety and would panic every time she got sick.

It didn't matter that she's a driver for Ferrari. It didn't matter that she's one of the most talented athletes. He worried about her.

Their relationship was public. Mostly because Lando struggles to keep things tight-lipped. It was a great thing, though, as their team had found. Marketing and content wise, they did some things together that everyone adored.

Working in a male dominated field meant dealing with uncomfortable questions. Ones that.nade Charles' skin crawl. He didn't hesitate to jump in and answer them himself. Sometimes, he and Max would use as a way to banter with each other, effectively angering the reporter or journalist.

Races were always terrifying before he got in the car. He made sure that he saw her before every race and kissed her good luck. Reminding her not to be reckless.

This race happened to be ridiculously hot. It felt like he would melt to the floor every time he stepped into the sun.

He found her before the walked to the grid. "Mon amour, are you sure you can race like this?"

She'd already been feeling faint. She hadn't told Charles, but the team had been controlling her water and food intake. They wanted her weight exact, and she had been over that a few days ago.

He could tell she wasn't feeling well. He always knew when someway off. Regardless, she just smiled at him and kissed his cheek.

It took a few laps before she tried for water. Dissapintment flooding her veins as she got nothing.

"Is the water system not working?"

"Negative, keep pushing."

She sighs in frustration but keeps going. Pushing her hardest.

She was almost there. Fifteen laps left. Her mouth terribly dry. Her mind shut down more with each lap. She needed to finish.

She'd stopped sweating. Her body lacks the required liquids to do so. Everything seemed to move in slow motion.

Then everything went dark.

~

"Red flag Charles, red flag." Xavi announces from the radio.

Charles slows down the car. Hot and tired. He was excited to finish the race, and now he'd have to wait longer.

He pulls into the pits. He was expecting to see her there already. As far as he was aware, she was ahead of him.

He climbs out of the car, immediately asking about her. Nobody could give him a straight answer.

Five minutes and still nothing. Then the replay of the crash came on the screen.

Her body going limp in the car. Her foot is still accelerating down one of the straights. She hits the corner, and the car is spinning. Then nothing.

It looked bad. He knew it was bad. Words of frantic French and Italian leave his lips.

It takes Pierre, Max, and Lando holding him back to keep him in the pits. He was screaming at the race engineers. Asking how that could have happened.

He's kicking and screaming like a child as the boys drag him back to his room. His performance coach tried to get him to slow his breathing. Still fresh off the adrenaline from driving.

"I don't understand." He sobbed.

"She didn't have water." Andrea confesses.

Charles pauses. His brain fitting together all the peices. "Have they been trying to get her to lose weight?"

"Yes, which is odd, I was talking to her coach, who said she was already under what she deemed the lowest weight that was still healthy."

Oh, Charles was furious. It made sense now. Why she'd been so exhausted this past week.

He stormed out of the room. Angry words be yelled at every engineer.

Pierre was translating to the boys who don't know French. All of them also getting angry.

"I retire the car." Charles states. Grabbing his helmet and running out to the crash site.

They still hadn't gotten her out. The front of the car has been smashed in. They had cut the halo off, but her body was jammed at a weird angle. A stray peice of metal had found its way into her arm. Her neck already looked bruised.

Charles was a wreck at this point.

The Marshall's used him as a navigator. He was able to get into the cockpit and move things around. It felt like forever until he was riding with her to the medical center.

He pulled her helmet and balaclava off gently. The white fabric dotted with specks of red.

He held her hand and sobbed the entire ride.

~

He wasn't doing much better when people came by after the race.

He was teary-eyed and nauseous. The nurses kept refilling his water. It felt horribly ironic.

He knew he disappointed his fans. They wanted to see him race, and here he was. Crying over his lover in the hospital.

He just needed to see her.

Sebastian came to see him first. Though he was followed by the one person he really didn’t want to see. Seb and Mattia were talking in hushed voices. Seb looked two seconds away from punching him.

“I don’t want to see you.” Charles announced to his team principle.

“I came to see if she’s okay.”

Charles was going to unleash his anger on the Ferrari principal, but the doctor calling her name interrupted him.

“How is she.” Charles voice was definitely more panicked then he would’ve liked but it was to much effort to hide it and there were no cameras here anyways.

“The bones in her calves are crushed. The cut in her arm has been stitched up but we might need to open it up again to check for any missed metallic bits. Just to air on the side on caution and avoid any infections. She has a severe concussion and is severely dehydrated.” The doctor attempts to explain to him, but Charles is trying to stop himself from panicking. “For what it’s worth, it could have been much worse.”

Charles is brought back to earth by Sebs hand in his shoulder. “You should go see her.” His former teammate nods him along.

~

Charles sits on the uncomfortable plastic chair. His mind wanting to stay awake but his body giving out.

She looked so peaceful sleeping. Her chest rising and falling in even motions.

He almost missed her eyes fluttering open and her hand squeezing his. Charles was standing in a second, trying to stop her from moving to much.

She was panicking. Her heart rate increasing dramatically. Charles sat himself in the edge of her bed. His hand running across her hair.

"The race. Oh god- I'm so sorry."

"No, don't think about that. Just rest." Whoever told her to push so hard without water should be fired.

"Did you win?"

"No, but I don't care. I care that you're awake a safe."

She hums at him. The feeling of his hands bringing a calm sensation back.

"Charles, it hurts."

"I'll go grab a doctor. Don't try to move."

He's out of the room in a flash. Only coming back when he has a nurse in tow.

They up the pain meds and bring her some water. The IV fluids are already helping, but her mouth is so dry that she needs to drink it.

Charles is attentive. He barely leaves her side unless it's absolutely neccecary.

~

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This love is ours | LH44

― Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x fem!reader ― Word count: 1.4k ― Warnings: mentions of food, daddy issues, an ex-girlfriend, and reader getting hate; ― Summary: Relationships aren’t usually easy. Add to it the fact that you date a world champion racing driver, and your dad doesn’t really like said driver, and the media is ready to dissect every move you make. At the end of the day, the stakes are high and the waters can be rough, but what you share with Lewis is true love, and it’s yours (Based on this request).

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You knew what came with dating Lewis, knew that his past lovers would eventually resurface — some fans would bring them to the table, others would bring themselves, like that one time she showed up in the paddock. Lip Gloss glowing, hair perfectly styled, and doe eyes.

“Hey, Lew!” she had a beaming smile on her face. One you can only get when you still hold something tender for the person in front of you. When they still represent something to you. And considering he was the one that ended things, it wasn’t hard to figure that maybe ‘something tender’ was aching desire, love, and intention of getting back together.

“Hey,” he gave her a tight-lipped smile and a nod of acknowledgment. And when his fingers dug into your waist, bringing you closer you released a small breath of air you hadn’t even realized you were holding.

“How’s life? I missed you so much!”

The way she held her arms beside her body, fidgeting with her hands you could tell she wanted to hug him, wanted him to do something, but then again, everyone would want affection from Lewis. It was like an antidote. He would smile at you, hug you, shake your hand, pat your back, and suddenly the sky wouldn’t look as gray.

You couldn’t blame her, but you did feel a bit uneasy with her presence.

“Life is great. Have you met my girlfriend Yn?” Lewis turns to you, and this time his smile is softer, you can see his teeth, and the gap between them you adored. His hold on you tightens and you’re so into your own world gazing into each other's eyes that you don’t even notice how said ex-girlfriend gulped, moving from one foot to the other in clear discomfort.

No one else’s mattered when you had each other.

Ghosts from the past weren’t the only problem you faced with Lewis too. You had villains from the present too, and unfortunately, they happened to be close to you two, not by choice, but by blood.

“So, how's the racing career?” There’s a hint of judgment in your father’s voice.

It was typical of him to start things during family dinners. It wouldn’t be the first time, but you and Lewis were together for about a year now, and you were tired of listening to whatever bad thing your dad had to say about him. He would usually stick with snarky remarks about his piercings, and style, and though Lewis would always tell you he didn’t mind, you knew it hurt him because, in all honesty, it hurt you too.

“Good, we’re making some improvements on the car, hopefully, we’ll get pole this Sunday,” Lewis answers, completely ignoring your father’s tone and intentions. He lived with “kill ‘em with kindness” most of the time, but that was him not you, because the second your dad made yet another snarky remark, this time about his tattoos, you dropped your silverware on the table.

“Can you please leave us? Stop pointing your judging eyes at Lewis as if you were the best person in the universe. I’m tired of your conservative attitude, while you go around doing all the wrong things. Yes, Lewis got a new tattoo, and yes I fucking love it, and you know what? I will be getting one soon too. Do I lose my value because I decided to paint my body? I don’t think so, right, dad?”

You felt your face hot with anger, and by the stare your mom gave you, you knew it was clear how your words were actually thrown and not simply stated. You didn’t care. You were tired of the constant critique.

“I suppose those are old jokes, huh? I’m going to try and move past them,” your dad stated as if the things he had been saying had any hint of humor in them. Lewis’ hand found your leg, and he gave it a light squeeze, making you take a deep breath, and lace your fingers under the table.

He had you, and you had him.

Side by side no bad comment would bring you down and let you there.

And as it happens, when you’re dating someone as famous as Lewis, it may seem like there's always someone who disapproves. Someone to judge as if they know him and you, but you came to learn that those verdicts usually came from those with nothing else to do.

You had just opened your socials to check what was happening world-wise but came face to face with some gossip magazine hate article about how you did not support Lewis properly. You frowned reading the title but still clicked to see what their point was. And just like you predicted before reading everything it was a total of five terribly written paragraphs, based on nothing but false perceptions they had. It wasn’t the first time you got hate online because you were associated with Lewis. He was loved around the globe, but he was also hated because with the kind of fame and talent he had it came with both, the good and the bad. Whereas you would get pissed with those who bad-mouthed him, you wouldn’t spare a glance when the hate was towards you, too busy trying to focus on the good things to worry about people who had no idea about what was really going on.

Of course, some comments would hurt, and one thing here and there could plant a small seed in your head for a weekend, but it wouldn’t go past that. You wouldn’t let it. Lewis wouldn’t let it.

“What is it, love?” Lewis’ soft tone took your attention away from the phone.

You smiled up at him, closing your eyes when his lips found your forehead.

“Just people being hateful,” you explained, making space for him on the bed.

The Brit sighed, passing one arm over your shoulders, and bringing you close, “and you’re reading it?”

There’s no judgment on his voice, but rather sheer curiosity as to why you would indulge in something you know wouldn’t be good. You shrug, “I wanted to see what the point was, this one says I don’t support you properly.”

“They’re probably aiming to implant cheerleaders into F1 or something,” he joked, as he usually did, blessing the room with his giggle. You loved how he would laugh with his own jokes.

“Possibly,” you bit your lips and chuckle.

You wouldn’t post much about Lewis’ racing career on your socials, limiting it to commenting on his posts or liking an article here and there. On your profile, he was just your boyfriend, and if there was someone in the world who didn’t know who Lewis Hamilton was and saw him there, they would probably just guess he was a rich guy and go about their days. Both of you had agreed on keeping things like this, Lewis agreed with whatever would make you comfortable. And though you wouldn’t post much, you were by his side every Sunday, some weeks getting to him on Friday.

“They don’t know about me and you, love,” he stated simply, and you threw your phone somewhere in the room, getting comfortable beside the one person who matters. Your person.

Life played its part in love too. It could make everything look hard, and turn the stakes high, but once you’re set in your commitment, love is something worth trying for. At least that was something you and Lewis were sure about since the beginning.

“I’m sorry, I just really miss you and I was stressed,” Lewis spoke apologetically the second you picked up the phone.

He was somewhere around the globe, getting ready for Sunday, while you were at home, dealing with work and personal business. You wanted to be with him just like every weekend, but this time you weren’t able to and Lewis pushed a bit during a call, asking yet again for you to join him when you two had already talked about it.

You sigh, body relaxing on the couch. You hated when they fought being each on one side of the world. “It’s ok, Lew. I get it you’re under a lot of pressure. Don’t worry about me giving up because of a small fight,” you joked by the end making him chuckle. “We promised to try,” you reminded.

Lewis nodded even though you couldn’t see him, “Our love is worth it, it’s ours.”

“Yes, honey. This love is ours.”

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Tulips Extra I

You can read Tulips here. I wouldn't read this if you're having a good day, lol. The original was therapeutic for myself so it's a little on the sad side for sure. It was good timing since I've not been feeling very positive lately.

Anyway, it's probably very angsty with a bit of fluff.

Thank you for reading my diary 😉

~4.7k words

Highly recommend listening to: Lung (Vines version) by Vines & Adrianne Munden-Dixon while reading.

“Shh,” he shook his head. “I got it,” he tilted his head at her. His voice was so sure. Like he was telling her the sun would come up tomorrow.

She supposed it would.

If she looked in the mirror, she would see a lot of growth. It had been six months since Harry moved in and she was more open, more communicative, and delegated more. Harry was perfect. Probably too perfect. It was almost unfair and if she thought about it too long, she worried a little too much about the ramifications of her own inadequacy.

Harry never let her feel that way. When she made dinner, he nearly threw a parade. If she was at Target and saw something she thought Harry would like and bought it, he thanked her for hours. It was a little overwhelming sometimes to be praised so highly. In previous relationships, she thought about the fanfare she would get from doing those kinds of things but after years of never getting it, she assumed it wasn’t in the cards for her.

But she hadn’t met Harry. He never let her feel that way. Everything she did was thanked with the utmost gratitude. It was unnerving sometimes that he adored her exactly how she imagined love was supposed to be. There were days, weeks, years, when she thought she wasn’t worthy of the love she dreamed about. Harry came along as if all that time feeling sad never existed. He praised her for things that didn’t need it, but it made her smile.

“M'a lucky guy, kitten,” he kissed her on the forehead while they watched TV. She had brought over a cup of hot water. Harry always had a cup in the middle of the afternoon. It was good for his throat, which was prone to colds and good for his vocal cords when he spent so much of his job talking to other people.

*

There were still hard days for her. Days when her mind ran wild and told her that she wasn’t good enough for Harry. That if she didn’t do everything perfectly or if she forgot something at the grocery story, she didn’t deserve to have Harry in her life any longer. Those years of not being good enough, or rather not feeling good enough, were hard to stamp out of her mind. Harry did a wonderful job getting most of it to disappear. But a bad day was a bad day; and it was hard to predict that. Hard to know when her mind would play a trick on her.

Work was okay except everyone was on edge close to the holiday. The end of the year was always a tricky time. Things needed to be wrapped up financially and socially. Honestly, she was probably the calmest one at work, but she was kind. Helping others with their workload because hers didn’t entail the same types of problems that everyone else was facing. But it did require a lot of her mental load. The satisfaction she felt from helping others was really good for her emotional well-being, but it came at a pretty significant cost: she had a really hard time saying no—especially when she needed to say no.

This led her to carrying several grocery bags into her apartment with Harry. She didn’t want to take two trips. Except she was struggling. Two trips would have been better. Or calling Harry when she got to the parking lot would have helped. He wouldn’t have minded either. He probably didn’t know she was grocery shopping after work, or he would have offered to go with her.

But unfortunately, they had gotten into a bit of a... disagreement the night before. Which only added to her stress emotionally. It was a well-based disagreement. Harry worried she was doing too much for her coworkers and thought (in the kindest way possible) that she should set some boundaries where she felt comfortable helping but still able to get her own stuff done.

In her head she did something wrong. Harry was so kind. Extremely understanding of all the boundaries that she failed to set in her work life and with her family. He knew it wasn’t easy for her. But it was hard for him to watch the person he loved struggle to feel okay with anxiety and stress plaguing most of her thoughts over things she didn’t necessarily need to worry about.

She was almost at the door. Her arm was sore from holding the bags up for so long. The circulation in her hand was disappearing from the bags that had slid down. Why she didn’t just set the bags down at the end of the hall will always make her wonder. But instead, of course, the bag ripped open. The one stupid paper bag she had to get from the store to fit everything. Of course, it had eggs in it. While trying catch it, she dropped the gallon of milk she had in her other hand that naturally exploded onto the floor with the eggs. She gasped and looked at the mess she created in the hall. Fortunately, her neighbors weren’t affected. She was so close to her own door the only one impacted would be herself or Harry.

“—her location says she should be home—oh,” Harry stuck his head out from the door. He heard a loud thud from inside the apartment. Paired with his missing girlfriend, he worried she had hurt herself or something coming up the stairs. Harry watched her for a moment, a frown settling onto his lips at the sight. Her shoulders shaking, her lip wobbling while tears filled her eyes. “Love, m’gonna have her call y’back. She jus’ got home. Think she had a tough day,” he murmured. “S’okay. I’ll take care of it. She’ll call y’back,” he promised. “Okay, bye,” he slid his phone into his pocket. Her gaze didn’t move from the mess on the floor, but she could sense Harry approaching her. Like an injured animal in the wild.

“Was that my sister?” She whispered.

He nodded, but she wasn’t looking. “S’nothing serious,” he promised.

“I think she needed help with her assignment or something. I was supposed to call her when I got home so I could read—”

“Love,” he stepped directly into the mixture of eggs and milk and put his hands on her shoulders. “S’not important right now,” his voice was so gentle. Almost too gentle. “Let’s go inside,” he tugged her gently toward the door. “M’gonna clean this up,” he offered easily.

She looked up at him, her eyes so blurred with tears that his expression was hard to make out. The only good thing her tears did was magnify her perception of Harry’s pretty eyes. They actually looked like emeralds and made her heart flutter despite how sad she was. “You don’t have to,” her voice cracked. “I dropped everything. I should clean it—” the tears fell from her eyes in slow motion. It was like she was watching one of those movies where the girl tries to keep working even though she just found out the love of her life died and she was basically ignoring it. She hated those scenes. They hurt so much. She swiped her hand across her face. “I just need to grab—”

“Kitten,” Harry stilled her movements as she tried to push away from him. “Angel,” he whispered softly. “Please stop.”

“No, I’m okay,” she promised, the saddest smile falling across her lips. Harry looked at her with so much worry and he shook his head.

“No, kitten. You’re not,” his voice was low and he cupped the side of her neck and held her in place. “What happened?”

“Nothing! It’s nothing,” but the words were choked and only half-uttered by the mixture of tears and her throat closing around the sound trying to force its way out of her vocal cords. “I’m fine.” It was like her body was trying to repel the words because she almost folded in half, she crouched and covered her eyes as she let the sobs take over for a second. She would be fine; she just needed a second to get some of the emotion out.

“Angel,” Harry crouched right beside her. “C’mon, kitten. S’not nothing,” he murmured.

She shook her head. No, things with Harry were fine. She wasn’t going to burden him with needless worries and all the anxiety that was coursing through her head. It was all in her head. Truly. It wasn’t something that he needed to—

Harry pulled her toward their door where milk and eggs hadn’t spread to yet. The remaining pile of groceries was mixed in the mess. She crouched by the door again, unable to stop the emotion long enough to make it past the entry way. Gently, Harry pulled her toward him and kissed the top of her head. He knelt beside her, hand cupping the back of her neck and the other gently rubbing up and down her arm. A neighbor peered into the hallway raised his eyebrows at the mess before turning to see Harry and the girl in their doorway. Harry shook his head so minutely he doubted she noticed. Fortunately, their neighbor saluted ever so slightly and retreated inside.

“I’m. Sorry,” she hiccupped.

He shook his head feeling so awful she was this distraught. This upset. He wished he had checked her location before her sister called to ask if she was ignoring her. Wish he had gone down to see where she was when he realized she was supposed to be home. “Shh,” he hushed. “S’nothing t’apologize for, kitten,” he promised quietly.

She continued sobbing and Harry wondered how on earth someone so beautiful, so kind, so utterly adoring could be so sad. It pained him to no end. Watching her breakdown like this felt like someone stabbed him right in the heart. He wanted to do whatever he had to do to make it stop. He knew she kept a lot of her emotions to herself. Years of bottling them up so as not to inconvenience others for simply existing.

“Kitten,” he whispered when her sobs subsided to sniffles. “Y’gotta talk t’me,” his voice was gentle but filled with worry. “M’sorry people let y’down. M’not one of them, though.”

“It’s hard,” her voice was so crackly and broken. Harry almost let it go because he wasn’t sure he could bear the weight of how sad she was.

“I know, baby, I know it is, but I love you so much. I want nothing but t’help you,” he hoped she heard how sincere he was. “I hate seeing y’like this. It hurts me, kitten,” he cupped her face and gazed into her eyes so hopefully she would understand how much he adored her and how much it hurt him. It wasn’t to minimize what she was feeling. It was to hopefully help her reach the conclusion that he was on her side, always. He would do whatever it took to make her smile.

“M’scared,” she whispered. “You’re just going to tell me that I’m being ridiculous—because I am, Harry. I am being ridiculous. I have you. You’re so perfect. You love me so much and you don’t care that I’m a little crazy and you don’t—”

“Kitten,” he frowned. “I would never tell y’that you’re being ridiculous. Please tell me y’don’t really believe that,” his heart felt even worse. How could she think that?

“Because,” she croaked. The seconds it took her to speak after felt like years. Harry waited so patiently, his heart pounding. “Because whenever I felt so overwhelmed,” she shook her head and looked down, despite Harry holding her face so she would have to look at him. She closed her eyes and sniffled.

“Tell me, angel.”

“I have never had someone,” she started again, squeezing her eyes tight. They felt red and swollen. She was certain she looked as terrible as she felt. “It was my own doing,” she whispered. “The reason I get so overwhelmed. When I complained even a little it was turned into something about how I did things wrong. I overwhelmed myself. It was just... in my head,” she whispered.

Harry wasn’t completely sure how he managed to stay upright. He swiped his thumbs below her red rimmed eyes. He thought she was beautiful even when she cried but it hurt him so much to see her like this. “S’not in your head, m’love,” it was hard to say the words without breaking out into cries himself. Seeing her hurt like this made him feel like the worst boyfriend in the world. “Love doesn't have t’be even, kitten. Being mad doesn't have t’be even. Being upset with something I do doesn't mean I have t’be upset with something you do. Y’can be annoyed with me, and I don't have t’bring up something m’annoyed by—which is nothing,” he assured her quickly because he could spot something he said creating a spiral easily. “But love, y’have t’tell me... talking has t’be done. I can't do this alone, kitten. I can't do this without you,” he explained as gently as he could.

“It’s not important,” she shook her head. Her voice cracked again.

Harry winced. “No, but it is, kitten. I can hear how important it is. I see it. I can feel it. Y’need t’tell me. I need you t’tell me everything y’feel. I can tell it hurts. All of it. I want t’fix it. I don’t want you t’hurt. M’not going anywhere. Ever.”

“But it’s… so bad to talk about... exes,” she whispered the last word like it was a curse—like she would be sent right to jail for it saying out loud.

Harry frowned. “Yeah, maybe if y’still in love with them. Do y’still love him?” It was rhetorical honestly. He knew she didn’t.

Her face paled immediately, her sad eyes filling with more tears. “Of course not!”

“I didn’t say it t’make y’mad, m’love,” His voice was gentle again. “I want you t’process this. I can’t have you all bottled up. I need t’know signs and feelings you’re having when y’don’t want t’share them. He messed with you so good,” he smiled without an ounce of humor behind it. It was the saddest smile she had ever seen on his face. He looked… so... disappointed. “M’usually good at figuring out what m’supposed t’do as a boyfriend. But y’stump me sometimes,” he admitted shyly. “It hurts me t’see you flustered and hurt without telling me why. I want t’be there for you. Always. In ways he never was because you—”

“He was always late,” she sobbed again. Harry pulled her to him immediately letting the tears pour out of her and he rocked her so gently. The words spilled out of her as fast as the tears did. “I swear he did it to piss me off and then he would say I was too controlling or neurotic. I was too planned out. He never got me flowers and my mom knew how much that bothered me. She knew he didn’t, even though I lied and said he did. I lied about flowers,” she felt so pathetic saying it out loud. “I lied about so many things he didn’t do because I was disappointed in myself. He didn’t see the point in romantic gestures. He didn’t think about how it kind of made me look like an idiot. I know that’s not the point of a romantic gesture, but I kept doing them for him and I—” the sobs choked her voice for a moment but Harry stayed silent. “I ignored all those red flags. All of them. Every single one of them. Why did I do that?” She cried; her voice sounded so tired. She looked so tired. Harry was quiet for a long time while more tears than he thought were possible fell across her cheeks.

“Because love is also red,” Harry whispered eventually. “Rose colored glasses are red… tulips, my sweet love,” he paused to kiss the top of her head, “are red.” It felt like hours she sobbed against him. The milk spread on the floor probably getting warm and souring the smell in the air and Harry just held her rocking ever so softly. “Thank you,” he said after way longer than anyone would have waited to speak. “For telling me that. I know that was hard. I promise I won’t be late. Ever,” he vowed. “Everything else between us? Might have t’be some compromises and more talking and we might argue. I might get mad, but it doesn’t mean it’s going t’end us, kitten. You have t’know that. M’here for the long haul... But late? On purpose? It won’t be me,” he promised easily. “Whether m’mad because I had a bad day at work or because of traffic, you’ll know the moment I know. M’not going t’miss a single time y’tell me. I will be there early.”

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He shook his head and kissed her temple, letting his lips drag along her skin for longer than he needed but it felt so soothing she nearly cried again. “S’nothing t’be sorry for,” he promised. “C’mon,” he stood, his knees aching from crouching for so long. He held his hand out to her and pulled her to stand beside him. He pushed her toward the sofa.

“What about—”

“Shh,” he promised. “S’fine,” he murmured pushing her to sit. Once seated, he pulled her shoes off, wrapped a blanket around her and kissed her forehead. He placed a book in her lap that she had started earlier in the week and hurried to the kitchen to bring her a bottle of water. “Stay here,” he kissed her forehead again, this time cupping her cheek at the same time and rubbing his thumb along her skin.

“But I—”

“Shh,” he shook his head. “I got it,” he tilted his head at her. His voice was so sure. Like he was telling her the sun would come up tomorrow.

She supposed it would.

*

As low as she got, she felt so much better, much quicker than she usually did. Harry was grateful for the change and was extremely mindful of things that caused her stress. He tried to read her mind as much as possible and was successful more often, which made him feel a lot better.

Talking was so much better. She had never felt so free. Harry knew her every thought. He didn’t belittle her emotions or make her feel like an inconvenience. Right before they fell asleep, she was snuggled close, her eyes watching Harry breathe evenly. The only light coming from a streetlamp outside their window. It wasn’t too bright but illuminated the room enough for her to make out Harry’s shadow beside her. His hand skimmed up and down her arm making her drowsy. “I love you,” she sighed.

“I love you, too, angel,” he murmured.

When they were out with friends Harry was mindful of her well-being. If she wanted to leave, he could sense it before she wanted to go. In fact, he even said he wanted to leave before she mentioned it. Taking her out of the equation made her anxiety lessen profusely.

If there was a problem Harry had (and rarely did that happen because he truly believed she was an angel) he looked her dead in the eye every time and promised her that he wasn’t mad. “I am not mad,” he held her face in his hands like she was a fragile vase. He waited until she nodded, he could see the emotions scrolling through her eyes like an index searching for one to land on for a moment. Only when she nodded would he continue. “I don’t like when y’leave the remote in the couch. S’hard t’find,” he explained. “Can y’try t’leave it on the coffee table?” He asked. She nodded. “Are y’okay, kitten? M’not mad,” he said reassuringly.

She nodded again. “I know,” her voice was soft. “I’m sorry.”

He shook his head. “S’okay,” he smiled encouragingly. “Do y’have anything y’want t’share with me that’s bothering you?” She shook her head. “You’re sure? Not even the whole pizza thing?” He eyed her suspiciously. Harry put the whole box of leftover pizza in the fridge, and he could see the distaste in her eyes when he did so.

“It just takes up a lot of room,” she admitted.

“Good,” he smiled excitedly that she was telling him the truth and he kissed her forehead. “I’ll go fix it now; can y’find the remote?” He found giving her a manageable task was a good distraction when she voiced her worry. He could see her eyes fill with tears despite the fact he wasn’t upset, but he knew it was because she was more than likely overwhelmed with how easy that was. She swiped her hand across her cheek and dug between the cushions to find the controller. When he returned, she handed him the remote to put on a movie. He pulled her toward him, her body half resting against his chest. He kissed the top of her head. “I love you, so much, angel,” he promised.

“I love you,” Harry could hear how much that really meant to her in every syllable.

*

She was carrying her work bag, her lunch bag, and her clunky water bottle when her mom called. Most of the time her mom texted her. So, she assumed it was bad. She settled her things onto the counter as she answered.

“Do you know Harry texted me?” She asked.

“What?” Her heart leapt to her throat. Harry hadn’t ever texted her mother to his knowledge. She knew he periodically texted her siblings but never her mom.

“He shared a whole album with me. I had to have your sister help me open it because you know me with this contraption,” she laughed but she didn’t want to hear about her technological illiteracy. She wanted to know what the album was. “It’s just a bunch of bouquets of flowers. At least two dozen. Maybe closer to three. He said it’s every bouquet he’s ever bought you and the reason why. Birthday. Christmas. Valentine’s Day. Bad day at work. Being brave at the dentist,” she laughed again. She had a hand on her heart as she tried to quell all the emotions rapidly flowing through her in quick succession. “Sweetie,” she whispered, a smile in her voice. “He said he was going to add to it every time he got a new bouquet, but he wanted me to know that he got you flowers. Wanted me to have proof. Do you know what it’s about?”

She felt tears thicken her throat. “Yeah. Yeah I know,” she whispered. “It’s nothing you need to worry about,” she promised.

“I know you lied to me,” she said softly. It wasn’t accusing. It was exactly how a mom would react to such a statement. “You never lie about anything so it’s pretty obvious when you do. Especially about something so...little,” she felt horrible. But honestly, she didn’t feel like telling her mom that the flowers weren’t little. They were huge, in fact. It was a huge, glaring, obvious thing that she should have known was wrong. “I’m not too sure what’s going on with you and Harry lately, but I can see how much that man adores you and I know he would do anything to make you smile.”

She bit the inside of her lip to keep from crying. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.

“I know,” she responded. “I know why you did it.”

The tears rolled down her cheeks, but she doesn’t make a sound. “Yeah,” she nodded. “I’m sorry.”

“I know,” she repeated.

“Okay, well... I’m glad you have that album,” she took a deep breath. “I’m sorry to cut this short, but I’ve got a couple of chores to do, Mom.”

“I know, that’s fine. I just wanted to tell you how happy I am for you, sweetie,” she could hear her mom’s encouraging smile in her voice. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Almost as soon as the call ended, she sniffled. Then just as quickly, Harry came through the door and found her wiping her eyes. “Oh, kitten,” he frowned. “S’matter?” She wanted to say ‘nothing.’ But he was holding another bouquet of flowers. Half the tulips were red, and the other half was white. So, she was unable to utter a word and began to cry again. “Angel,” he set the bouquet on the counter beside her stuff and wrapped his arms around her tightly. “M’sorry, love,” he murmured into her hair and squeezed her.

“Can we get married?” She asked through her tears.

Harry didn’t even care how ridiculous she sounded. He continued as if this was a normal conversation that he had every day with her. As if she wasn’t sobbing on a Thursday night for no reason. Or if he asked her if she wanted fish for dinner. “Of course we can, baby, but I have t’propose—”

She shook her head. “No, I don’t care. Right now. Please. I love you so much. So, so much. I can’t—” she hiccupped.

“Hey, hey,” he pulled away and looked at her. “Kitten,” he smiled gently. It was a sad smile, but a cute one. Like he didn’t want to set her off completely. “I love you, too,” he assured her. “I want t’propose the right way and make sure you’re—”

“Then give me the ring now,” she looked at him squarely in the eye. The smile melted off his face and other than her soft sniffle, there wasn’t a sound in the apartment. “Please,” she repeated.

“Kitten,” he sucked his cheek in a bit and looked at her nervously. Like this was a break in her tired mind that he wouldn’t be able to handle. “What happened? Please tell me, you’re worrying me.”

She wiped her eyes again. “You told my mom you got me flowers.”

His entire body deflated, and it was like he just knew. “Stay here,” he said simply.

She swallowed the lump in her throat, nodded, and watched as Harry walked through their apartment. She wondered if he was walking so slowly on purpose. By now, she was used to Harry’s footsteps, and she listened to the sound of them: light and quiet on their hardwood floors. From the kitchen she could hear his dresser drawers sliding open and closed. It was as if he took ten times as long to come back to the kitchen as he did to leave it.

“How did y’know?” He asked.

She shook her head. “I didn’t.”

He smirked and pulled the little box out of his pocket and set it on the counter beside the flowers, her bags and her water. “I was going to wait until Christmas, y’gonna have nothing t’open.”

“I don’t need anything,” she promised.

He chuckled. “Kitten,” he sighed. “What am I going t’do with you?”

“I don’t know. But you have a lifetime to figure it out,” she vowed.

He smiled, shook his head. “Will you—”

“Yes.”

“Can you let me do it the right way—”

“No.”

He sighed. “Kitten,” he chided with a chuckle.

“Okay, okay, sorry,” she wiped her cheeks again and shook her head.

Harry took a deep breath. “Angel, will you—”

“I can’t do it, I’m sorry. Please just kiss me,” she begged.

He laughed, shook his head, and pressed his lips to hers. He held her so firmly in his embrace, dipping her backwards in the middle of the kitchen like this was the most romantic place in the world. When he stood her upright, her cheeks were flushed, and she was silent. She no longer looked anxious as she had when he entered the apartment. He grabbed the ring box, pulled the ring out of the safety of its little cushion and slipped it onto her finger. It fit perfectly. It wouldn’t need to be resized or anything. “Will you marry me?” He managed to ask without her interrupting.

Her response was immediate, though, barely finished the word ‘me’. “Yes."

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[blnktkck]

remind me

pairing: mingyu x reader 

 genre: fluff

word count: 1.2k

warnings: mentions of food

first ever fic! my man needs to calm down with all these bf pics cause it’s actually driving me insane

being an art student is not easy. from the intensive workload to having to satisfy your inner perfectionist, you’re bound to be tired, and today was one of those days. you made it to the comfort of your home and decided to take a long shower to organise your thoughts while also reviewing your day, silently giving a pat to yourself for making it through the day. you were so out of it that you didn’t notice the sound of the door to your bedroom clicking, and also the footsteps waddling in.

“hey babe! i got this claw clip that i think you’d li- oh jesus, how long have you been in the shower?” the familiar husky voice brought you back to reality and it made you notice that you’ve been stuck in the shower for a good half an hour, your fingertips getting all wrinkly. you look around, and you see that the bathroom is clouded from the vapour of your hot shower. your vision brings you to the door, and you see a tall figure leaning against the doorframe. it was your boyfriend, mingyu staring at you with the purest look of admiration you’ve ever seen.

it’s hard to not notice him when he’s in the midst of the crowds. he’s tall, has a gorgeous honey like skin accompanied by his gorgeous husky voice- you were down bad, heck, you’re so smitten by him that he finds it adorable that you still get nervous with him despite being together for 2 years. you often wonder how you must’ve saved a whole nation in your past life to deserve a partner like him.

“c’mon, let’s get you out of this hellhole. i don’t want my precious darling to look like a wrinkly raisin before we turn gray,” he smiles as he grabs a large towel to wrap it around your body, letting the soft material hug you while mingyu attempts to dry you. you whine at the loss of heat from the hot water, but all mingyu does is flash his toothy grin at you and gives a quick peck on your forehead, making all of your frustrations disappear.

it was almost 7pm and you were starving.  mingyu had to take an urgent phone call, so you had to take over kitchen duty momentarily. he knew you were tired so he opted for takeout, but you were craving a homecooked meal that is warm and hearty. you start preparing the ingredients to make soup noodles, a dish that your mom makes whenever she drops by you and mingyu’s place to check up on you guys. luckily, the recipe was pretty simple, so you made yourself busy by preparing dinner to fill in the absence of mingyu.

you were focused on preparing the soup until you felt a strong and sturdy pair of arms wrap around your waist. “have i told you that i love you so much?” he murmurs into your neck, peppering kisses in between his sentence. “you’re so dramatic, gyu. your mother really wasn’t joking when she told me the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach, huh?” you giggled. you could feel the vibration coming from his chest as he let out a chuckle. your heart was swelling with so much adoration for this man.

“i mean, she’s partially right!” he gleamed, letting go of his grip from your waist to turn you around so that you’re facing him. he cups your cheeks, forcing you to make eye contact with his honey glazed eyes.

“it’s not only through the stomach, it’s because of you,” he wiggles his eyebrows, making you both burst out in laughter. “god, you’re so cheesy” you muttered while shaking your head, resuming to cooking dinner. mingyu was a little upset that you dismissed his pick-up line (which he was so proud of since he thought that it was a really smooth one) but helps you out in preparing dinner for you two anyways.

mingyu insists on setting up the table for dinner, and you let him. it was nice that he was willing to help you out without you even asking to, and you’re so thankful for him. as you brought out the dishes you both made, you notice that mingyu set up the cutleries a little differently today. rather than your usual seating, he placed both of your cutleries next to each other with only one chair to be seen. you shrugged it off, thinking that he was still in the process of setting things up.

“gyu! dinner’s ready! could you help me get an extra chair? there’s only one here,” you stood there, waiting for your boyfriend to answer. mingyu appeared, and you could see that mischevious glint in his eyes when he heard you bring up this minor ‘inconvenience’ at the dining table.

“you can sit on my lap.” he said it cockily, leaving you confused. of course, you don’t mind sitting on his lap, but having a meal while sitting on his lap might be uncomfortable, not to mention that sitting on his lap for such a long period of time could leave his thighs with pins and needles.

he sees you contemplating your choices, so he goes on to his next tactic: be super clingy. “please, bub?” he pouts, “just today, pretty please? i haven’t been seeing your pretty face lately cause you’ve been cooped up in your room working on assignments” he wraps his arms around yours. it feels like you’re trying to convince a toddler to head back home after playing in the park but they refuse to.

“alright, alright, whatever makes gyu happy, okay?” you both laugh as mingyu happily seats on the chair and invites you onto his lap almost immediately.

“guy, why aren’t you eating?” you question, noticing that mingyu has not touched the bowl of noodles in front of him. “is everything alright? did i burn the soup? maybe i -” he pecks your cheek. “it’s fine, darling. it’s just..” you raise your eyebrow, wondering what he’s gonna say next.

he continues, “you kinda broke my heart a little when you didn’t react to my pick-up line earlier” he muttered, pulling you closer to him, “and i think the only fair deal for you to make up for it is to feed me!” he gleams at you.

“you really went all out just to get back at me for this?” you chuckled, putting down your cutleries to cup his cheek as you looked at him. “yup,” he said, popping the p, “and i won’t be taking no as an answer” he smirked, leaving you two erupting in laughter at this silly moment.

“okay my prince, you had a really smooth pick-up line there just now. here comes your first bite! say ahh” you pretended to feed him like how you’d feed your toddler niece, and he willingly takes a bite and hums in satisfaction.

“did i tell you that you’re amazing?” mingyu said while pulling you closer to him to the point where you could feel the rapid moment of his heartbeat from his chest.

“maybe a few times, i guess. care to remind me?”

[gurugirl]

Heyyy. I absolutely adore you and coprry.

So how about one where she gets really sick and coprry is like mean to her and then he realises she's sick so he takes care of her really nicely and just angst and fluff please?

Pretty please. I love you muah

HI!! @that-daydream-look I'm so sorry this took me so long to get to. I'm chip chip chipping away at all of my asks! Xoxo

Summary: cop!harry x reader - you're sick and Harry doesn't realize it at first but then he jumps into action to take care of you. 1.5k words

Warning: Reader is sick, the smallest smidgeon of angst, tons of fluff

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Usually, while Harry was working you’d clean up the flat, do the dishes, buy groceries, and do laundry. Things like that. You hadn’t found work yet since moving to London so you tried to help in other ways. But today you couldn’t get out of bed in the morning. Harry was already up and long gone to work when you finally peeled your eyes open. There was no way you were going to be able to maintain the flat in the state you were in. It felt like your head was going to burst and your body was achy, your throat was scratchy and you felt like you hadn’t slept at all even though you’d just woken up and it was nearly noon.

You hadn’t been sick in a long time.

You dragged yourself from bed and put a pot of water on the stove to boil. You’d make yourself a hot tea with lemon and honey and then go back to bed. You could tell your body just needed more rest.

You sat at the small kitchen table next to the window and closed your eyes as you slowly sipped the hot tea. It helped your throat feel better and it warmed your body. When you finally finished most of what was in the mug you stood from the table and intended on putting the mug into the sink at the least, but you just didn’t have the strength for such a simple task. Instead, you went back to bed directly, covering your body with the sheets and blankets and falling back to sleep.

You woke with a start when the blankets were yanked from your body. You groaned and rolled to your back to see Harry at the end of the bed with a frown on his face.

He lifted his arm and looked at his wrist, “It’s 3:30 in the afternoon. Why is the flat a mess, Y/n?”

You felt like you could cry. You just wanted to go back to sleep and your body was really achy. You tried to sit up and pull the blankets back over your body but Harry yanked them back from you.

“I think you’ve slept quite enough! It’s time to get up!” Harry had his voice raised.

You winced at the volume and inhaled a sharp breath from the ache your body and head felt.

“Please, Harry…” you croaked out your words.

Harry walked toward you and when he looked down at you closely he realized you were sweating. He saw that your hair was matted and the tendrils at your neck were sticking to your skin. He put the back of his hand up to your cheek and quickly pulled it away as he gasped and sat down next to you, “You’re burning hot, Y/n! Are you poorly? I’m sorry, baby! I thought you were being lazy,” he spoke sweetly and softly as he put his arms around your shoulders and pulled you into his chest.

You groaned and closed your eyes as Harry pulled the blankets back up over you, covering himself in the process.

“What do you need sweet girl? I saw you had some hot tea. Would you like more? Chicken noodle soup? A hot bath?” Harry felt bad for waking you as he had. He was still getting used to the new living situation with you and containing his own temperament. Sometimes he’d turn into a drill sergeant and he knew you didn’t deserve that. Especially when you were sick.

You shook your head, “Just sleepy, Harry.”

Harry nodded and helped you lay back down in a comfortable position, fluffing your pillow and stuffing another pillow behind your back. He kissed your temple and turned off the light and closed the bedroom door to give you some peace.

Harry got to work right away cooking homemade chicken noodle soup. He didn’t know if you’d want it or not but he would have it ready for you if you did. He kept the lights low throughout the flat as he did the dishes and cleaned up a bit. He figured if you came out of the room, having the lights low would be nicer for you.

It wasn’t until nearly 7 pm that you emerged. Harry heard the bedroom door open and he was up in a flash to check on you.

You needed to use the bathroom. It startled you when you saw Harry in the doorway, “How do you feel, love?”

You laughed at how concerned he was for you and at the fact that you were sitting on the toilet peeing as he was hovering.

“I feel like shit,” you gave him a weak smile and Harry walked into the tiny space with you and leaned against the sink.

“I’ve got homemade chicken noodle soup made if you’re hungry. Might good for you to eat something.”

You started washing your hands and looked at Harry through the mirror and nodded, “Sounds good, Harry. Thank you.”

Harry walked with you to the kitchen and pulled a chair out for you to sit. He prepared two bowls and brought them to the table, sitting down across from you.

He watched as you took your first spoonful to see if you liked it. Harry wasn’t a gourmet cook. Not even close. But he could make chicken noodle soup.

You smiled and moaned, “Mmmmm…” it was good. Basic but good. It was exactly what you needed.

You both ate together silently and when you’d finished the bowl Harry put the dishes into the sink and helped you out of your chair.

“What do you think about cuddling on the couch with blankets and watching a movie? Would you like that or do you just want to go back to bed?”

You sighed and figured you could lay with Harry on the couch and conk out while he watched the movie. Part of you just wanted to go back to bed but you knew Harry was trying his hardest to be sweet and helpful. Plus you’d like to have his warm body holding you.

“I love that idea.”

Harry got the couch situated with pillows and blankets and he pulled you with him to lay, your back to his chest with blankets over your body. He selected a movie to watch and began running his fingers through your hair and his soft and gentle actions slowly lulled you to sleep.

You woke up to the noise of the TV, a dramatic point in the movie that was loud, and Harry’s hand was still in your hair.

When he felt you stir he began running his hand through your strands again and he kissed the back of your head, “I’ll turn it down, love,” he spoke softly as he lifted the remote with his free hand from the back of the couch.

You groaned and rolled yourself to face Harry and bury your nose into his neck and he held you close, kissing your forehead.

“You don’t feel as hot, Y/n. That’s a good sign. Do you want anything, my sweet girl?”

You smiled to yourself and felt your body beginning to wake up a little. And you did feel a little better. Your body wasn’t as achy and you felt hungry. You really loved all the sweet attention Harry was giving you.

You leaned your head back to look up at your handsome man, “I feel a little better. I think being in your arms is healing,” you smiled.

Harry kissed your forehead and nodded, “That’s right, darling. My arms are the cure to everything.”

“I am a little hungry, though. Could use some more of your chicken noodle soup. Can you warm some up for me?”

The sparkle in Harry’s eye told you that he was proud. He was happy that you liked the soup he’d made you and were asking for more. It made him feel useful and gave him a little ego boost (not that he needed it).

Harry ran his fingers into your hair again and looked down at you with love and affection covering his face, “Of course, I’ll warm some up for you. Anything you want or need at all love. Let’s get you sorted and I’ll get some more soup on the stove.”

You really hated feeling sick. Hated the ache in your low back, the slight burn in your throat, the way your arms felt heavy and your head felt dizzy. But you really loved Harry’s method of making you feel better. His care and his doting solidified to you your choice in moving from the U.S. to London to be with him. Yes, you’d made the right choice, even if he was temperamental and hot-headed at times, he was also gentle and loving when it counted.

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[inmyheadimobsessed]

Go Easy On Me

pairing: scotty ✘ black!reader

summary: dean introduces you to his friend when your shower needs fixing and you find yourself being drawn to her rather quickly.

word count: 3564

contains: fluff, reader making scotty flustered, scotty being her anxious, shy, sweet, emotional self

tags: @verachii @szalipcombo @rxcently @coolestgay @widowmakker @fetchyourlife @blackgcomica @shurisbbymama @bestfriend491 @simp4iwaizumi

divider by: @firefly-graphics

note: i honestly don't know how i feel about this. i think it's kinda cute i guess, and i can see myself writing a pt. 2 if y'all would want that. i just wanted to write something cute for my baby scotty cause i need her to be taken care of lol. enjoy <3

"Ah fuck!" Your body jerked back when you stepped under the ice-cold droplets raining down from your shower head. Third time this week. You had no idea how much more of this you were willing to take. Cold showers in the sweltering London heat were doable, but it was mid-December now, and freezing your tits off was not an option.

Shutting the water off, you wrapped your towel around your body and headed across the hall — this routine of showering at Dean's every afternoon before work was getting old. You didn't even bother knocking; the door was always open anyway.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, again?" Freddie lowered the toast from his mouth mid-bite.

You rolled your eyes, "Yes, again."

"We ought to start charging ya for using up all the hot water."

Dean appeared out of his room then, smiling when he saw you, "Oh babe, is your shower out again?"

"And you leave your hair all on the walls!"

"Shut it, Freddie!" Dean turned back to face you, "When are you gonna have that looked at?"

You sighed; you did need to get it checked out. You'd discovered that your flat was the only one in the building with this little water issue. "The coffee shop only pays so much, Dean. I have bills, rent."

"Well, babe, if money is the only thing stopping you, I told you my friend would be more than willing to do it for free. She's like a lesbian Handy Manny."

The offer was tempting, and you were desperate, but the idea of not being able to pay someone for their service was not one you enjoyed. "I don't know, Dean. Maybe if I knew–"

"Well, speak of the devil! Scotts, there's someone I want you to meet!" Dean's tone was chipper, and you whipped around to follow it. Your eyes landed on a short-haired cutie at the entrance. Fighting your smile at the sight of her was impossible, like her presence warranted a big grin.

You stuck your hand out, and she shook it timidly. "Uh, I'm Scotty."

"Hi, Scotty." Her obvious averting of your towel-clad body was adorable. Her baggy jeans and flannel practically swallowed her whole under her coat. Anxious eyes wandered the open living space, attempting to focus on something, anything, that was not your half-naked frame.

The small thrill it brought you was something you hadn't felt in a long time. You were rethinking your stance now; maybe letting Scotty fix your shower wasn't such a bad idea.

Your smile morphed into a smirk when you caught her eyes scanning you for a split second before she ripped them away. "Scotts, the shower in the flat across the hall is on the fritz. You think you can check it out?"

You bit your lip, smiling slyly, "You don't have to if you're too busy. I can't pay you."

"Um, y-yeah. I can do that, can't right now, though. Got work in an hour." She looked you in the eyes for the first time since she'd arrived, and you couldn't help but swoon at their deep brown shade. "Tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is perfect." You beamed at her, and she blushed. There was a tug of something brewing between the pair of you. It was irrational and immediate, given you'd only met, but it was something you felt needed to be explored. "I'm off to your shower Dean, hopefully for the last time. If Scotty here is as amazing with her hands as you say, I will be enjoying my own hot water come tomorrow."

Her eyes were saucers at your words, and she chuckled nervously, watching you saunter into the bathroom. You switched your hips as you walked away because of course you did, and feeling her stare bore into your back was the reward you were hoping for.

•••

A knock at your door jerked you awake. Groaning, you rolled over to glance at the time, 9:09 a.m.

“Hello? You in? It’s Scotty. I’m here about your shower like we talked about.”

Fuck. You scrambled out of bed, tangling in your covers and falling to the floor.

“You alright in there?” She sounded concerned on the other side of the door. You hadn’t forgotten she was coming; you just didn't think she would be this early. Working the late shift did not do wonders for your sleep schedule, and now Scotty was going to see just how much of a toll making coffee took on you.

When you finally reached your feet, you peeped in the mirror. Under-eye bags and dark circles, great. “Yeah, just need a second!” You scurried to the bathroom to wash your face and brush your teeth. At least now, your morning breath wouldn’t melt her face off.

You opened the door, and she flinched, but soon a gentle smile decorated her features. “Hi.”

“Hi. Sorry, I know it's early, but this was the only time I could come. I told my boss I was gonna be late today. The call center I work at is pretty lenient, so I could get away with that. Then I came straight here. I hope that's okay.”

You giggled at her nervous rambling, and puppy dog eyes, begging for forgiveness for a crime she did not commit. “Scotty, it's fine. Come in.”

“Okay. Cool, cool.” She crossed your threshold and stood awkwardly in your living room, toolbox clutched between her fingers, awaiting further instruction.

Leaning back against your couch, you eyed her. Scotty’s curious eyes roamed your home. They traveled around the space until they landed on you. She let her eyes trail your long legs to your large exposed thighs in your pajama shorts. A stifled breath lodged in her throat at the sight of your boobs perched in the t-shirt you wore.

You couldn't help your grin at her shamelessness in checking you out. She was unaware of you watching her until her eyes found yours. Caught. She knew it, and her shy blush was evidence of that: shock, embarrassment, remorse — emotions filtered through her rapidly.

“Is it appropriate to check a client out?”

Scotty cleared her throat, stuttering in attempts to speak. “Uh, I’m sorry. I-I wasn't… I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I’m–” She fiddled with her fingers.

“I'm quite comfortable with you watching me, Scotty.” You leered at her.

She shook her head, “Sorry. We can get to the shower now, is the bathroom through here?”

“We can get to the shower, but I don't think we would enjoy ourselves much, babe. Freezing water and all that. Unless you're into that sorta thing.”

Her brows shot up. “No! That's not, that's not what I meant. I meant I can get to fixing your shower now.”

“Well, why didn't you say that, silly? Had me thinking you had ulterior motives coming round my place this early.” Your smile was bright, the complete opposite of hers; small and unsure.

You led her to the tub and turned the water on. “It goes in and out usually, but the past few weeks, it's just been cold.”

She stepped closer, putting her hand under the water to test it. “Do you know where your water heater is?”

“No? Am I to know that?” You scrunched your nose, and she laughed a little.

She shook her wet hands off in the tub before turning the knob. “Usually you would, yeah. I'm sure that's the issue here. Your water pressure is good.”

“If I were a water heater, where would I be?” You tapped your chin dramatically, scanning your apartment. Her little giggle brought to life the butterflies in your stomach, fluttering and begging to be released.

“I think it's just here.” She said with a smile. Scotty turned the handle of a door you had no idea existed. You’d been in the flat for about three months, yet discovered something new about the place daily. Today: secret door leading to water heater.

She stepped inside the tiny space, examining the large tank. “Can you hand me a wrench out of my toolbox, please?”

“Right, cool. Which one's the wrench again?” The reaction on her face was priceless, and you bit back a chuckle. “I know what a wrench is Scotty, relax.”

Soft fingers brushed the back of your hand as you handed her the tool. Funny, working with her hands regularly did not strip them of their tenderness. Your butterflies grew increasingly impatient, needing to meet the person responsible for waking them. She let her fingers linger longer than necessary, and you were not complaining.

You found yourself enjoying the feeling of her touch. It pulled you in, and it made your insides tingle.

Watching her work on the heater was only making things worse. She'd removed her flannel, leaving her in her white tank top. Scotty’s muscles flexed with each movement, droplets of sweat forming on her upper arms and forehead. You exhaled a long breath when she bit her lip, deep in thought about what to do next. Not only was she adorable, but she was fucking sexy. She was very skilled at what she did; intricate, focused. It drove you mad.

She smirked and flipped a screwdriver in her hand triumphantly. “I fixed it!”

“Sorry, what?” She entranced you, and she was none the wiser. Scotty repeated herself, and you shook your head. “Oh! Do we check the water now?”

“Yes.” The back of her hand swiped across her forehead, and you considered fainting. But instead, you followed behind her to your bathroom, watching as her shoulder muscles contorted.

Sitting at the tub's edge, she turned the water on, repeating her movements from earlier. A large smile broke free on her face as she beckoned you closer. “It's hot.”

You sat next to her, tangling your fingers in the warm stream of water flowing from the tap. You could moan at the feeling, and you did. You glanced up at her eyes, feeling that tug from yesterday return. They twinkled before you, and you smirked.

“It is hot.” Ambiguity loomed in the air with the steam. Clueless as ever, Scotty only smiled.

You stood, throwing your arms around her excitedly. “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I could kiss you right now. Oh my god!”

Her eyes darted around the room as she scratched the back of her neck. “Um, it's nothing, really. I didn't do much.”

You batted your eyelashes at her. “You did more than you know, Scotty. You actually kinda saved my life, yeah? I wish I could pay you back.”

“Oh, you don't have to. I'm just happy to help.” And you knew she meant that. Scotty seemed like the type who wanted to make others happy. It was a beautiful attribute to possess, indeed.

“Tell you what. Come by my work later, and I’ll give you a free coffee and scone on the house. It's the least I can do.”

She grinned at you in that timid way you found yourself growing fond of. “I’d like that.”

Staring at her and into those beautiful, kind eyes filled you with something you were unaware you were missing. Warm and gooey, and you refused to rip your stare away from her. Scotty’s gaze was just as intense as your own. She felt the pull too, and it was apparent she had no clue what to do with it.

“You're adorable. You know that?” Your whisper knocked her off-kilter, and you shook your head. You knew you wouldn't get a response, and you were fine with that.

She eyed your lips, as you spoke to her. “I’ll get your things for you.”

You gathered her tools as she watched you, back pressed against your front door. She stalked your movements, and her breathing hitched when you bent over to pick up the last one.

“I hope you don't gawk at paying customers that way. Not sure it'd be good for business.” Standing in front of her, you could see the longing swimming around in her eyes.

She dipped her head as she took her toolbox. Lightning fingers struck you again, and you gasped. “Sorry.”

“And what exactly are you apologizing for, Scotty?” Your smirk was playful, and you knew you had her.

She gnawed on her bottom lip sheepishly, tripping over her words. A sight you wanted to see as often as time would allow. Trapping her was entertaining, teasing her — enticing. “I-I should get to work.”

“Mmm. You should. I’ll see you later, right? At the Brew Box?”

She only nodded, and she was out the door.

•••

“Have a nice day!” Your excitement was forced and fake. Irritation consumed you as you handed the customer their hot chocolate. You didn't hate your job, not entirely, but you did have a strong disdain for the customers filtering in and out.

None of them was the short, shy mechanic who fixed your hot water issues that very morning. So they did not matter.

Scotty never specified when she would be by, so every time the bell above the front door dinged, your head shot up in hopes it was her. It never was, and your mood soured. Your shift dragged on slower than usual, and your co-workers noticed your detached state. By eleven, it was closing time, and Scotty had not shown. There was a sting in your chest. You couldn’t understand why someone you met only yesterday standing you up felt so… off, but it did.

By the time you got home that night, you were so tired you could pass out. Ridding your body of your coffee-stained uniform, you climbed into your shower. Hot, soothing water massaged and embraced your skin, working out the tension built up there. The streams crashing onto you made your mind wander to Scotty. Thoughts of her consumed you as you cleaned yourself under the water she made possible. You were out like a light when you put on your bonnet and wrapped your covers around yourself.

Pounding at your door intruded on your dreams. “Fuck off!”

“Um, it’s Scotty.” The softest voice you’d ever heard. It jolted you out the bed and to the door. When you opened it, there she stood. “Hi.”

It took everything in you not to squeal at the sight of her. She wore a blue and black flannel today: the same green coat and the same baggy jeans. You smiled wide. “Hi, Scotty.”

Scotty fumbled with her fingers, something she obviously did when she was nervous. “I noticed that the hinge on your bathroom door was loose when I was here yesterday. Oh, and there’s a chip in your sink. Thought I’d fix them? If you’re cool with that.”

Her eyes darted around, avoiding yours altogether. You nodded, stepping aside to let her in. “You trying to spoil me, Scotty? Coming all this way to fix a creaky door and a chipped sink?”

“I only live ten minutes from here.” Her cluelessness baffled you, honestly.

Knowingly, she shot straight to the bathroom with her toolbox. Your heart jumped a little at her knowing her way around your flat and noticing little things that needed fixing. Something you wouldn’t even care to notice. Attentive. You liked that.

“How's the water treating ya?” She placed the screwdriver between her lips and pushed onto her tip-toes to reach the top of your bathroom door. Nothing she said registered when she looked like that. It was evident Scotty had zero clue about the effect she had on you, how worked up you got from watching her tinker with her tools.

She stared at you expectantly with a head tilt when you didn’t answer. “It’s still working fine, right? You need me to take a look at it again? Because I can, I’ll have to call off work but that’s okay. I was–”

You shook your head, “What? No, the water is fine, babe. Perfect, actually.”

“Oh. Okay then.” She tried hiding her blush, but it lingered long enough for you to catch it.

“Missed you yesterday.” Even though your voice came out small, it still managed to make Scotty flinch.

She was working on your sink now, sanding the chip she fixed. When she emerged, she wore a frown. “I'm sorry. I wanted to come, I just–I. Something came up.”

“It's okay, I understand.” You walked towards her as she cleaned her hands with a rag. Fuck, even that was sexy. Watching her get in between her fingers, her palms. You almost moaned out loud.

She hadn't noticed you approaching, and she jumped at the visual of you directly in front of her. “So jumpy. It's cute.” You poked her stomach, and she quivered under your touch.

“I um… Are you going round to Dean’s party tonight?” She blinked, shutting her eyes tight as she exhaled.

“Parties aren't really my scene. I prefer more intimate settings. Allows for more… connecting. Don't you think?” The tension bubble enveloping the both of you was delicious. Scotty rattled at the closeness you two shared; you ate it up. Your chest was pressed against hers, and you could feel her heartbeat. Thump. Thump.

The rhythm fell in sync with the fluttering in your stomach. Sawdust mingled with the scent of her subtle cologne, and it made you dizzy. Her signature smell, you’d discerned.

She scratched her eyebrow with her thumb, “Maybe you uh, you should come. It could be fun. I’ll be there.”

“Are you asking me out?”

Her brows shot up then, and you couldn't help your smirk. “W-What? No. I'm just, I think you could have fun. You know Dean, he always makes everything fun.”

“Fun is one word you could use to describe Dean, I suppose.” You leaned in close enough to kiss her, and her breathing stuttered, “But I'll come. Since you'll be there.”

A grin was all she shot back, a flustered one. And you knew then, your mission was complete.

•••

You’d been at the party for over two hours, and there was no sign of Scotty. Sweaty bodies brushed up against you and the looped club mix did your head in. “Wanna dance?” Alcohol-laced breath wafted up your nose, and you gagged, pushing through the crowd of strangers. You did not need to keep suffering through this, so you left.

Decompressing from the loud music and gross people, you leaned back against the wall. A deep sigh escaped you.

“Hi.” A melody you knew well at this point. Your eyes traveled up to hers. There was an apologetic smile on her lips, and you folded in seconds.

You grinned at her. She looked cute, as usual. “Hi, Scotty.”

“Sorry about being late. You must hate me, huh?” She looked like there was more she wanted to say but couldn't find the words.

You felt a pull, so you moved in closer. “Hate you?”

“Yeah. Cause I keep standing you up, and I don't mean to. It's just, I wanna come. I wanted to come to your work yesterday, I really did. But I was too nervous. So I didn't come and I thought, you must really hate me now. And I had to make up for it, that's why I came by this morning. Even though I missed work, I didn't care.”

You grabbed her hands because she was sobbing, and it scared you. Dams of tears flowed from her eyes, and seeing her cry made your heart ache. “Scotty–”

“I think you're beautiful; I do. And I’d like to get to know you. But I’m scared because the last time I thought someone was beautiful, I messed it all up. And I don't wanna mess things up with you. And it's okay if you don't like me, I won't be mad.” Her tears grew heavier. She was hysterical.

“Oh babe, don't cry. I like you, Scotty, and I would love to get to know you as well.”

She sniffed, but the streams still came, “I’m not used to feeling like this. I just– I need you to be patient with me. I don't want you to hate me; please don't hate me. I’m sorry.” So much emotion in her words. The way Scotty felt things was deep — woven into her bones.

“If you give me a chance with your heart Scotty, I promise I’ll only ever be gentle.” You caressed her damp tear-stained cheek, and she nuzzled into the hold. Her attempts to bury her face in your palm confirmed your suspicions: she was starved for touch; she craved it. Scotty craved your touch. She clung to you when you pulled her in for a hug, refusing to let go. The pads of her fingers dug into your shoulders, it stung, but it was a breathable sting.

Your hands pressed against her face and you looked her in the eyes, swatting her tears away. “I’ve got you.”

You gently pushed your foreheads together, needing her to calm down and breathe. Peppering tender kisses to her face seemed to soothe her best, and seeing her relax soothed you.

This kind soul wormed her way into your heart with swiftness and ease. But you felt she had that effect on everyone she came in contact with. So much love with nowhere to expel it, and hesitant to receive it. You were going to change that. You would handle her with care.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Arrival ❤️

Summary; Heavily pregnant reader waiting to give birth, anxious, overprotective Eddie and Kit excited to be a big brother to his baby sister a few days before your due date.

Warnings; So much fluff, Dad! Eddie, anxious, overprotective Eddie, more fluff. Minors dni

Part Two to Family

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It had been two and a half years since you and Eddie had confessed your love and exciting things were happening.

The two of you had just married last year in a beautiful intimate ceremony with only your close friends and family in attendance.

A little after your wedding you had found out you were pregnant and no one was more excited than Eddie at the prospect of having a little one in the house.

There was exactly three days to go until baby girl Munson was here. Your due date was fast approaching and your boys were displaying different emotions now the time was drawing closer.

Eddie who had been uber-protective the whole pregnancy was even more so as the days ticked down, he was an anxious daddy-to-be and was impatient to see his baby girl.

Kit was equally as impatient as his dad but very excited too, he began talking about what he could do for the baby and it was very sweet watching him grow even more excited at the thought of being a big brother.

"Can she come out yet mama?" he whines and Eddie nods along with his son. It warmed your heart when Kit called you mama, you loved him and Eddie made it clear that he adored it too.

When it first started happening you thought your heart would burst, it happened so naturally and now he said it all the time.

"She's comfy in there clearly, but it's just a few more days until she makes her grand entrance into the world. Unless I go past my due date" you tell Kit and he pouts.

So does Eddie.

"Princess, I wanna meet our angel" he whines and you squeeze his hand while Kit gently rests his head on your belly and talks to his little sister.

She's full of energy today, kicking happily when she hears your voice, Eddie or Kit, she loves when the two of them play the guitar for her.

As Kit is talking to his little sister you feel a twinge of pain and wince. Eddie strokes your hair.

"You okay sweetheart?" you nod and just as you relax the pain comes again and it lasts a few seconds longer.

"Eddie, something is happening" You hisper and his eyes go wide.

"Shit! Are you in labour?" it's possible and you get up ruffling Kit's hair he looks worried.

"Is the baby coming mama?" you are about to speak when it hurts again.

"I think so baby, I don't think we have to rush yet" Eddie kisses your hair.

"I'll get the bag ready and phone Wayne just in case princess" you agree with this and as the hour passes the twinges get a little more intense.

Eddie has the bag all set up and Wayne is coming around soon, the three of you watch a movie and it isn't until you get up to get some hot chocolate that things ramp up.

"Baby, sit down I'll get you more hot chocolate" You smile and tell him to sit with Kit.

"I'm fine Eddie, I can get it" Just as you get into the kitchen you feel wetness trickle down your legs. There's a puddle of water on the floor.

"Eddie! My waters have broke!" The calmness you felt before gives way to anxiety and the prospect of giving birth.

Of course, you thought about it a lot leading up to this but you were trying to focus more on enjoying your pregnancy (the three weeks of bad morning sickness not so much)

"It's okay princess. Stay calm. Everything is going to be fine, I'll be with you every step of the way" he assures you and Kit who hates seeing you in pain.

"Mama will you be okay?" you nod breathing slowly.

"I'll be fine honey, don't worry okay?" Wayne arrives fussing over you but you reassure him all is fine.

"I know Kit will be worried but please try and get him to stick to his bedtime as much as possible, you know how much he loves to watch Disney movies so maybe put that on after his bed"

Wayne grins. "Darling we will be fine. You just focus on being calm and go have that baby yeah? Can't wait to meet her" You return Wayne's smile and and kiss Kit on the cheek, hugging him tightly.

It's not often you and Eddie are both away from him, maybe for date night or when he stays the night at Wayne's or Steve and Nancy's but it's not possibly days away.

Eddie is next for the cuddles and you struggle to hide your tears, when you are outside Eddie kisses your forehead.

"He will be fine princess" you let his words sink in and squeeze his hand as another contraction hits.

Better get moving.

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The drive to the hospital was a fast one, Eddie had a few choice curse words for some of the very slow drivers.

All the while you battled your contractions which had gone from not too bad on the pain scale to hurting like a bitch.

Once you got into the hospital and into a room everything felt more real and you were anxious as hell but couldnt wait to meet your little girl.

Eddie wouldn't leave your side and did anything to help you feel comfortable. Whatever you wanted he got and you did your best to stay as calm as possible.

You read a little and Eddie put on your favourite movie and the hours seemed to tick by slowly.

As time past your contractions became closer and closer together and your doctor was telling you it was time for the baby to come.

"Well Mrs Munson, looks like your baby girl is coming fast" Your grip on Eddie's hand tightens and he smooths your hair away from your face.

"You got this princess, you're badass and amazing and beautiful and this baby is going to be the luckiest little girl ever" his words make you tear up but you're quickly distracted as Doctor Green tells you to push.

It feels like hours as you push, the pain has you gripping onto Eddie's hand for dear life, not once does he wince or complain, he just strokes your hair and cheers you on.

"Come on sweetheart, one more push, just one more. You can do this" he urges and with all your strength you push one last time, a piercing cry fills the air and there is your little angel.

Eddie is crying, your crying. She's perfect.

Doctor Green takes her away for a moment and Eddie cuts the umbilical cord, gently holding baby girl Munson, he's holding her like she's the most precious thing in the world, she is so precious.

Ever so tenderly he hands her to you and the rush of love you feel is overwhelming, wonderful.

"Hi baby, I'm your mama" Eddie holds out his pinky finger and she latches onto it with her tiny hand and it melts your heart.

Eddie's eyes fill with love. "Jesus" he sobs as he looks at her in awe then he looks up at you.

"I love you so much, princess" You stroke his cheek and kiss him softly.

"I love you too Eddie" he's beaming with happiness.

"She's an angel, let's have another one sweetheart" this makes you giggle.

"Definitely in a couple of years stud" he looks delighted at this and holds you close to him as you both stare at your little bundle of joy.

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Eddie was in love, he had his little princess in his arms while you rested and he was so full of love for you, little Willow and Kit.

His family, his beautiful family that he couldn't believe he had, sometimes he had to pinch himself at how much of a lucky bastard he was.

You had been at home for over a week now with Willow and she was doted on by everyone. Kit was taking his big brother role very, very seriously and rarely left your side or Willows.

Pretty much like Eddie himself who was very protective of his girls.

Willow moves around for a second, her face scrunching up for a second as a soft cry escapes her lips, he rocks her gently and she quietens, her lips forming an oh shape as she sleeps soundly.

He sings to her, a lullaby his mother and Uncle Wayne sang to him when he was little.

He wishes his mother was still alive, and wonders what she would think of Willow, of you, she would love you both he has no doubt.

Your arms slip around his waist and he smiles at you, his heart bursting with love.

"Get some rest sweetheart. I've got her" You settle beside him.

"Wanted to hear you sing" this makes him smile and he carries on singing, eventually Willow is lulled into a deep sleep and he places her in her crib.

You're dozing too and the sight is so fucking cute, he guides you back into bed, curls up beside you and wraps his arms around you as you fall asleep on his chest.

His last thoughts are of you, Kit and Willow before he falls into a deep slumber himself

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[mcmookiemeal]

Donkey Kong x Femme fatale reader

You were Peach’s distant cousin, the two of you haven’t had contact since you were little kids.

And thats why you were so surprised whenever you got a letter from your cousin, asking for your help with the whole Bowser situation.

Even though you two weren’t close you still couldn’t sit back and let innocent lives get taken.

So you hopped on your motorcycle and made your way to the Mushroom Kingdom.

When you arrived, Peach’s mouth was agape.

She hadn’t seen your face since you were at least six years old, and you had changed.

Like really changed.

You had a rather revealing black skin tight dress that was just a little below your thighs, a smokey eye with dark red lipstick, and you had a cool ass bike.

Your current style wasn’t a bad thing, in fact you looked incredibly hot, it was just very shocking.

You smiled brightly and waved at your cousin and the little man beside her.

“It’s been a while! And who’s this little guy? He’s adorable~.” You chuckled.

“Uh I-I’m Mario.” He said with an awkward smile.

You and Peach took a few minutes to catch up on each other, almost forgetting about Bowser before Mario interrupted your little girl talk.

“Are we gonna get going or…?”

Peach nodded and agreed that it would be best to head over to the jungle kingdom, you could catch up later.

You thought the trip to the Jungle Kingdom was miserable since you couldn’t take your bike, meaning you had to go on foot and you were not dressed properly for a hiking trip.

But you got to know Mario and Toad which made the journey more bearable.

When you all got to the Jungle Kingdom Mario agreed to fight with the kings son which you thought was a stupid decision, but you weren’t gonna say that to his face.

You took a seat next to Peach and waited for the fight to begin.

The crowd broke out into yells as the kings son revealed himself with confidence, he was quite showy.

But he was cute as hell.

He was eagerly trying to get his dad to wave back at him, doing a little dance and showing off his muscles in the process.

His eyes met yours and his whole demeanor had changed.

He had never seen anyone like you before, in such a colorful world he had never seen someone who looked so dark, it intrigued him.

You giggled and winked at him before blowing him a kiss.

He smirked and turned around, giving his attention back to Mario and the fight.

Mario ended up winning the fight, which you did not expect at all, but his victory means that we Peach now has the help of the Kong army.

After the fight was over you figured you would pay Donkey Kong a visit since his ego was destroyed in front of everyone.

You entered the little hut on the water and found him sitting in his hammock, looking kinda sad as he looked up at you.

“It’s you.” He whispered, he stood up from his hammock and puffed out his chest to look confident.

“Are you okay, Monkey boy?” You asked.

“Yeah! Yeah I’m fine….I let him win.”

You smile at him and softly grab both of his cheeks and analyzing his bruises and scratches from the fight.

“Damn, he got you pretty good.”

He felt embarrassed as he let you look at all his wounds, the marks of his defeat.

Slowly you leaned in and kissed the cheek where Mario scratched him, you felt him wince at your lips on his cheek.

When you pulled back there was a red kiss mark dead center of his cheek.

“All better.”

“H-hey what’s your name?” He said nervously.

You had never seen someone who was once so confident be so shy all of a sudden, but in your opinion it made him endearing.

“Y/N, we should meet up someday.” You whispered in his ear.

You backed away from him as you heard the door open and the others walked into the room, ready to discuss the plan on how to take down Bowser.

As Peach and Cranky Kong were talking about the plan, Mario stood off to the side.

His eyes fell onto Donkey Kongs cheek and he quickly looked between you and the gorilla before looking at a wall to avoid any awkward conversations.

You and Donkey Kong had a few dates that ended with success, so you decided to make it official and started dating.

You two were invited to most dinners and parties that were held at the Mushroom Kingdom.

It was fun for the most part, if only Mario and Donkey kong didn’t get into so many petty arguments that you had to step in on most of the time.

“Oh you leave him alone, He’s nothing but big sweetheart.” You argued with Mario across the dinner table.

“He tried to kill me?!”

“He didn’t mean anything by it, shush.” You said as you leaned over to kiss Donkey Kong on his cheek, leaving another red lipstick mark.

A/N: It’s been a while since I’ve written anything so I’m a bit rusty, but thank you for the request and I hope you enjoy!

[dropthedemiurge]

Last Twilight Episode 10 Reaction

I wasn't even going to write my own posts of LT but this episode just delivered punch after punch! I couldn't help but comment, so–

I love to see Jimmy and Mark using their dramatic acting microexpressions attacks on my heart, i'm bleeding but I'm fascinated. Sea has grown a lot and acts so believable, I want to praise him. But damn, maybe it's because I actually remember Jimmy and Mark since Bad Buddy, the contrast is huge here. Jimmy also does that thing with the jaw that makes him look more manly and mature, none of the young and mischeivous Wai, in Vice Versa he also didn't reach this level of complexity, I think we all should bow to P'Aof & team for leading him.

I know I should be talking about Day who isn't crying while his family is devastated (he knew and was prepared and felt comfortable as long as he had Mork, they were not prepared) but I am biased... The way Night didn't even dare to touch Day when he wanted to comfort him at doctor office Т_Т And how later, at the dinner table he looked with such disbelief, and hesitantly started teasing Day as sibling again when Day reached out Т_т And how for months he felt he deserved to be silent, torn apart and uncomfortable, yelled at and judged for not taking care of his brother properly.

Noo, my heart!

But also Day and Mork, of course, the way Day bravely said "The last thing I saw in my life was his face", and Mork said "I'm sorry" and I can understand the mom going "you crossed over all lines with ny son, get out of my house", and it's probably huge red HR violation but Jimmy's big teary eyes aaaaah how could she not fold? I saw some comments on tumblr about the show not calling out her being abusive and everything, but I strongly disagree and I think it all makes sense. The strong single mom, the asian family, the unwanted oppression and self-misery that finally cracked during Christmas dinner – I could probably write my view on this in another post but who cares.

Dhskajvs I love how Porjai and Night are "patpraning" Mork and Day, like they are setting up plans to look like accidents just for two undestined lovebirds to be able to sneak out on a date from the parent who shouldn't know about it, very PatPran behavior xD Only friends are the one making it work xD

That's the face of a man giggling because he just declared himself a father and a future husband on his own (oh their mom is going to have a heart attack but who cares). "That's my child" - look at the sky, this night is so freaking green~ I'd say the real winner of that marathon was Night, Day maybe got a medal and a boyfriend but Night got a girl and a kid! xD His confidence is hot, but also I wouldn't hesitate a second as well if I saw Porjai available to be loved, I mean look at her! What a treasure.

I can't believe I was so on board and rooting for a hetero couple in a BL since the very first second but they are still going too damn strong. I love them. I shall draw a fanart.

Omg, pop-up books shout-out in a BL! First time seeing this. Okay, Day and Mork are freaking cute, I usually lose interest when characters start dating but they are so damn adorable and in their happy bubble here! Smiling and goofy Jimmy is all I need in this economy.

Master Aon is slaying on a dance floor, this actor is honestly stealing the show and I love it for him... I like how he shows being advanced and comfortable as visually impaired person in relationship with a girl that can see, the calling out and gestures and the comfort.

P'Aof and his damn heartwarming community scenes, first with MLC and now here, I knew what I walked in and still wasn't prepared for all the EmOtiOns<3

Promoting Oishii as one of the color paints is very creative but all it makes me think of is a VERY relatable situation with actual artists who put tea cup and water for paint on the same table... Yeah xD

Also, sniff kisses are so cute, fight me, westerns.

Lmao, Day even drew Jimmy's poor 5 o'clock shade above the lips fvsjakjahk I wonder which one of the staffs drew it, or was it actually Sea? No matter what, I bet this person had a lot of fun anyway :D

Okay, THERE ARE MORE SCENES THAT MAKE ME ALMOST CRY Poor Night, he was so unloved and judged in this family for a year, I will actually fight everyone to give him his own special beef stew.

He was going to distance himself out of guilt as a self punishment and feelings of 'the hero is here, the villain should vanish' supported by both people closest to him, but Day insisted he's a family and he should stay, reminding their mother of it… Oh no. So many feelings.

Again, it deserves another post. Where I talk about how Night feels like such a man, a protective adult who changed and is able and actively wants to take care of dear people, but who looks and feels like a small punished kid in his own family house. Day too, btw, but he hasn't found as much confidence as he struggles with blindness as well.

But I loved that family having fun scene. I loved it so much. That family trying out cake eating blindly was so nice, oozing of happiness. The curse of misery deserves to be broken, and the kids are the one breaking it, as usual. Mother should remember what's really important - her and her kids happiness, not control that's led by fear. But it's not easy. This is why this scene is so important, and filled with happy and relieved tears. Tbh I didn't feel like P'Aof glossed over the mother-son conflict, it's just that the narration feels... I don't wanna say more asian, it might be different from the sort of justice/revenge what some of the people wanted to see. I understand it and it hits home.

Oh I KNOW WHAT YOU ARE DOING, P'AOF!

Something tells me in a very loud way that this operation won't go well, look at Sea's face! The scene just screams "I still can't see anything". It would be such a P'Aof type of teaser as well, give hope and then trick into the opposite. I can't imagine him actually getting his vision cured. I'll fight myself if that's what actually happens in the next episode. It's a great way to show that you should just keep enooying life instead of regretting the cure.

[praetorqueenreyna]

For our little ACOTAR gift exchange! This is a gift fic for @taymartiart, who is one of the BEST artists I've ever met! When asked what she wanted me to write, she said "accidental dick pic." This was so much fun, I love silly modern AUs! Enjoy!

Read here on AO3, or continue reading below:

Rhysand was about ready to silence his phone for the evening. It had been pinging non-stop as war raged on in the group chat. It had started with Mor saying she was craving a sparkling water, and Cassian replying to ask why she liked drinking raw sewage. That had been two hours ago, long past the point that Rhysand thought it was funny. He had also found Amren’s threat to murder Cassian by replacing his blood with sparkling water a little alarming.

There were a few minutes of peace where his phone made no noise at all. The reprieve was interrupted by a lone ding. Rhysand sighed, fully expecting the barrage to begin once again. When it didn’t, he risked actually checking his phone. The text was not from the group chat (ironically named “The Inner Circle” after Mor got way too into mafia movies, and Rhysand didn’t know how to change it), but was from Tamlin. It was a welcome distraction. Tamlin was a little weird, but Rhysand liked him. They had both started off as their fathers’ proteges, expected to take on the family business. Rhysand had fulfilled his end of the bargain, and Tamlin had run off to play guitar in coffee shops around town. An absolutely ridiculous career move, but it was endearing, in its own way.

It didn’t hurt that Tamlin was super hot and also into guys. Rhysand wasn’t too proud to admit that. He had tested the waters, putting on his most seductive voice to tease Tamlin, always just on the edge of outright flirtation. Every time, Tamlin turned a splotchy red and adorably ducked his head, which only made Rhysand want to do it again.

There was no text preview for the message; it only had an attached image. Rhysand opened it and blinked. He had worked a long day, and surely he was hallucinating. Staring at his phone didn’t change anything, and he finally accepted that Tamlin had sent him a picture of his dick.

It was nice, both the dick itself and the picture. Good size, good lighting, good angle. The photo captured his well-defined abs and a small tattoo on his hip bone. Rhysand zoomed in on the picture to see that the tattoo was a name. Alex, maybe? Or Alec? He had no idea why Tamlin had sent him this. The last text exchanged between them was from a week ago, when Rhysand had asked if he was playing this weekend. Nothing to indicate that the next step would be dick pics.

More curious than upset, Rhysand quickly typed out a message.

”Nice tattoo. Ex boyfriend?”

Tamlin began replying right away, in a series of rapid fire messages.

”What?”

“Oh.”

“Oh no.”

“Oh no no no no no.”

“I am SO sorry!!!! I didn’t mean to send that to you!!! I’d never do something like that!!!”

The overuse of exclamation points aside, Rhysand felt bad for him.

”It’s all good, I swear. Not the first dick I’ve seen.”

The reply was instantaneous.

”Oh good!! Not that you’ve seen dicks, that you’re not mad. I’m really sorry.

He probably could have ended it there, but Rhysand was intrigued.

”Who was it for?”

Tamlin didn’t respond for a bit, and Rhysand worried he had overstepped. It was an unexpected relief when another message came in.

”Some guy from Grindr. A friend signed me up for it because I haven’t gone on a date in a while. His name also begins with an R.”

The thought of Tamlin and his awkward demeanor cruising on Grindr was honestly hilarious. This friend had to have been fucking with him. Then again, he never would have expected Tamlin to send a dick pic to a random guy on a dating app, and here they were.

”Already at the dick pic stage? Seems like it's getting serious.”

This time, the reply was faster.

”Ha ha. I actually haven’t even met him yet. We were just talking and he asked for a picture. I’ve never done that before and thought what the hell. And then immediately fucked it up.”

Tamlin was way too sweet and sincere for the guys on Grindr. Thinking fast, Rhysand searched for and downloaded a photo of the Washington Monument. Before he could let Tamlin stew in his self pity for too long, he sent:

”We’ve all fucked up. I’ll send you a pic too, so we’re even.”

He attached the downloaded photo, only thinking to question the joke after he had sent it. It was familiar, bordering on flirtatious. The kind of thing he’d usually only send to Azriel or Cassian. His phone pinged.

”No wonder your ego is huge.”

Another text came in, this time a photo of a male mallard with the title “duck pic.” Rhysand actually laughed. He shot back something about the head of the duck being bright green, and maybe he should get that looked at. Tamlin coyly asked if he knew any good doctors. Holy shit, was Tamlin hitting on him? He knew that Rhysand was a doctor; more accurately a surgeon, working in his father’s clinic.

Rhysand found himself draped over the couch, texting with Tamlin for over an hour. The mortifying start to their conversation seemed to loosen something in him. He was funnier and more charming than Rhysand had ever seen. It felt special, to have Tamlin be so open with him. The thought of Tamlin being like this with “random guy from Grindr who’s name begins with R” filled Rhysand with a seething hot emotion that he eventually identified as jealousy.

When the conversation seemed like it was drifting to an end, Rhysand made his move. He selected one of his own pictures from a hidden folder on his phone (yes he had his own dick pics saved for occasions like this) and sent it. He waited a few seconds, then wrote:

”If you want to keep going, give me a call.”

The urge to throw his phone across the room overwhelmed him. He resorted to putting it face down on the coffee table and staring pointedly at the ceiling. The next minute was the longest of his life. But then, like a miracle, his phone began to ring.

*****************************

One month later

“You owe me a thank you drink.”

“What did you do now?” Tamlin asked, only giving half of his attention to the giant man sitting on the floor. His roommate was supposed to be helping him set up, which mostly just involved finding a stool for Tamlin to sit on. Mission accomplished, Andras sat back on his hands, watching as Tamlin fiddled with his guitar. The coffee shop was almost empty, but it would start to fill up as Tamlin’s set started. He was a regular here.

“Don’t try that innocent act on me, I know all your secrets.” Andras pointed an accusing finger. “You found a hookup on Grindr. You’re welcome.”

“What? No I didn’t.”

“Yes you did. I know all the signs. Lucien and I barely see you anymore, you haven’t brooded in weeks, and I found this in your backpack.” For his final exhibit, Andras brandished a small foil packet that revealed itself to be a condom when he stopped shaking it around.

“Stop that!” Blushing, Tamlin snatched the condom out of Andras’s hand. “Why were you going through my backpack anyway?”

“Don’t change the subject. Who is it? That guy with the blue hair? What was his name, Ryan?”

“What are you guys talking about?” Tamlin’s second roommate, Lucien, asked, appearing as if summoned by an omniscient being that wanted to ruin Tamlin’s life.

“Tamlin’s new boy toy,” Andras answered before Tamlin could.

“Ooooooh. Is it that guy with the septum piercing? Rowan?”

Tamlin was about to tell them that he was moving out and they were never allowed to talk to him again when his gaze caught a familiar dark-haired figure swagger into the coffee shop. His heart stuttered, his breath caught in his throat. Rhys sat down at a table near his little stage, leaning back in the seat. He saw Tamlin staring and grinned, waggling his fingers obnoxiously in greeting.

Of course, Rhys had known where he was going. Tamlin had come here straight from Rhys’s apartment, having barely escaped from the lean arms that had grabbed at him, inviting him back into the comforting warmth of Rhys’s bed. Tamlin just hadn’t thought that Rhys would actually show up.

Too late, he remembered that he was in public, being scrutinized by the two people who knew him better than they knew themselves. He watched in horror as Andras and Lucien looked back and forth between Tamlin and Rhysand. Recognition dawned on their faces. At the same time, they said,

“No fucking way.”

[misslavenderlady]

F is for Fight 😡

Dwayne/Female!Reader (She/Her Pronouns)

Summary: You're angry with Dwayne, and a slip of the tongue lands you in hot water. Buckle up, baby. You're gonna get punished for being a bad girl~

This is a gift for @ghoulgeousimmaculate as it was inspired by both her Yandere Alphabet series and her fic T.L.C. 💖 It's also sequel to the fic Baby Come Back.

It has some references to her stuff, and takes place in the modern world, not 1987. PLEASE READ THE WARNINGS CAREFULLY!!

(I know the gif of Billy isn't from Lost Boys, it just fit the look I needed)

WARNINGS: Nsfw/Smut/18+ Readers Only, Arguing, Punishment, BDSM (Dom/Sub, Impact play), Spanking (like the hard punishment kind, not the fun kind), Use of a belt, Degradation, Emotional Manipulation, Crying, Bruising, Power Imbalance, Hypnosis, Dumbification, use of the word "Daddy", Dub-Con, Trauma, PTSD, Aftercare

You loved Dwayne. No matter what happened, you would always love him. He was your darling. Your mate. The father of the child you adopted together. Nothing would ever make you lose the affection you held for him.  

But that didn't mean he didn't have moments where he absolutely infuriated you. 

Dwayne was naturally a very protective person. He always followed you close, like a handsome shadow. That itself wasn't a problem. What WAS a problem was how he felt the need to take control over everything in your life. What you ate, what you wore, where you went at night. There was always something new for him to influence. 

He claimed he did this so you didn't get hurt or lost. That it was his way of taking care of you so you wouldn't have anything to worry about. You knew better than that. He was controlling everything so you wouldn't leave. 

And tonight you were calling him out on it.

"Angel, please-"

"Don't you 'angel' me, Dwayne! I told you to cut this shit out!" you scolded him. It was just the two of you in the cave. You knew he didn't like when you chewed him out when others were around. 

"I'm not a child, I'm a grown woman! I don't need you holding my hand on everything I do. I'm so tired of this!"

Dwayne kept a soft expression, giving you the ol’ puppy-dog-eyes trick. He always wanted to be so gentle and sweet when the two of you were together. But you weren’t having it today. You stood your ground, no matter how much you adored his brown eyes. 

"But you can't handle that on your own, baby! I need to take care of you, and that's too much for you to handle"

Now you were furious. Your face felt hot and your blood was boiling. The temper inside was rising fast. You just couldn’t believe him.

"Going to the store to get myself a goddamn cup of coffee is TOO MUCH TO HANDLE?" you shouted. "I can't believe this! You need to back off, Dwayne! You make me feel so small and dumb, and I’ve had enough! I…I just…"

The words spilled out of your mouth before you could even think.

“I HATE YOU!”

It was a mistake. A terrible, stupid, grave mistake. You fucked up BAD. 

Regret and fear washed over you, drowning you in terror as you realized what you did. Your hand slapped over your mouth and your body trembled as you helplessly watched your beloved vampire shift entirely right before your eyes.

The warmth in Dwayne’s eyes had extinguished, a deep coldness taking its place. His face was pure stone, the structure, and expression hardened and sharp. His stance was stronger and taller as if he was physically growing to look down at you. There was no love to be seen. No affection or worry or care for you.

“What did you just say?”

Fuck, it was as if a demon had risen from hell, calling you out for your sins. The trembling in your hands only kicked up. Your fingers shook terribly as you held them up in defense. Your legs weren’t doing much better. The knees buckled and threatened to give out as you slowly backed up. Dwayne only frightened you more with every step he took too.

“D-Dwayne, honey, I didn’t me-mean it!” you whimpered. He didn’t so much as blink at you. It was like he had transformed into a statue. “I-I’m sorry…!”

The sounds of your pathetic apologies were silenced by the swift move of his hand, grasping around your arm and pulling you forward. 

“You will be”

He dragged you into the cave alcove, his grip iron-tight and strong, like the shackle of a chain. No matter how badly you shook or how much you tried to wiggle away, he kept his hold on you. Dwayne truly was a powerful creature, and even now he was holding back on you. Even so, the darkness in his eyes told you he was itching to be worse. MUCH worse.

No time was wasted with him. He sat down on the chair in the center of the room, holding you still with one hand and bringing the other forward to force down your jeans and panties. A frightened squeak escaped your lips as cold air rushed around your skin. He was your mate, and mates were supposed to keep each other warm. All you felt as he roughed you up was pure ice. No heat and no love to share.

“First part of your punishment is impact,” he growled, roughly tugging you down over his lap. “Fifteen spanks. Count them out, and say ‘I’m sorry’ after each one. You fuck up, I start again and add more. Got it?” 

You were absolutely dumbfounded. Dwayne was never this cruel with you. The words you spoke had truly broken his heart. The pain in your very soul would have been enough if he hadn’t distracted you with a sharp slap to your ass. 

“Answer me!” he demanded. 

“I-I got it, D-Dwayne!” you cried out. “O-ONE! I’m sorry!”

God, did it ache. One spank and the stinging sensation was already beginning. He didn’t waste any time before bringing his hand down again. He grunted as his hand hit the flesh, roughness on your soft, tender parts.

“Two!! Aah…’m sorry!!”

Being very intimate with one another, Dwayne had done his fair share of spanking with you. In the past, it had been romantic and sexy. He massaged you in between each hit, teasing you with his magic hands before giving you a playful swat. It did sting, but it was just the right amount of pressure to make you moan, not cry.

This was not one of those times. Your eyes were starting to prick with tears as he hit you again and again. He wasn’t giving you a break or taking it slow. This truly did feel like a punishment. As you blabbered out each number and apology, you wanted to burst out into tears. You felt terrible for what you did. The pain you made him feel was given back with such aggressiveness. 

“Si-six…mmff!...s-sorry.!!” 

It wasn’t just soreness. It BURNED. Unlike other times when he gave equal attention of his hits to your thighs and pussy in between spanks, all the pressure was hitting the same spot on your ass. You didn’t get a break at all. Tears slipped down your cheeks as they kept coming and coming.

“Ten - no no! Nine! NINE! I’M SORRY, DWAYNE!” you frantically apologized. Your body couldn’t take more than what he was planning. You hoped it was going to be enough to excuse your mess up.

And then the faint clinking sound greeted your ears. Your eyes went wide and your voice whimpered helplessly. He was taking off his belt.

“What a shame,” he simply said. “You were making such good progress. Guess I’m gonna have to bump it up to twenty”

Your heart sank. Iciness shot through your veins. A thick, painful lump was forming in your throat. Why did you have to mess it up when you were so close to the end??

Before you could add to the way you were internally kicking yourself, the hand was brought down again. The belt came with it. No mistaking it, that was real, grade-A leather hitting your skin. 

“Don���t make me rack it up to thirty. You better get it right this time. Say it like you mean it,” he ordered. 

It was so much worse. All the pain you had made him feel was coming to life as he brought the belt down. The material was bad enough, but the metal in the loops and buckle added sharp jolts that made the agony stretch out longer.

“You really broke my heart, baby girl,” he sighed, swatting at you again. You blubbered so pathetically, yet you would not forget your numbers or words this time. “Why would you say such a cruel thing?”

“TH-THREE! Aah…fuck, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it, D-Dwayne! I just slipped out!”

You really were telling the truth. At the beginning of your disagreement, you wanted to rationally talk about things. Say what was bothering you and communicate like an adult. But that’s not how Dwayne saw it. He saw his baby acting up and it made him want to put her back in her place. You hated yourself for what you said.

“I feed you. I clothe you. I spoil you rotten with everything,” he went on. SMACK! The leather was so fucking loud, it made you tremble with each hit. “I even adopt Laddie with you so you can have the family you wanted so badly. And THIS is how you repay me? By saying you hate me?”

“Oowww!! Fu…FIVE! I’m sorry!!”

Your skin was in agonizing pain. Though part of you had gone numb, the sharp hits were still clear as day. It made you full-on sob now, tears pouring in large puddles out of your eyes and staining Dwayne’s jeans below you. The stains grew in size as more strikes came.

“I don’t get it. Don’t you love me, baby?” SMACK. “Don’t you love Laddie?” SMACK.

Playing at your heartstrings only made the guilt skyrocket. You wept into the denim fabric, shaking and sobbing so harshly. Of course, you did. Of course, you loved them! You would die without your mate and your little boy. It would be a cold day in hell before you ever left them. It was so stupid to let your emotions get the better of you, and now you were paying dearly for it.

Yet still, you counted.

“TEN, I’m sorry! ELEVEN! I’m sorry!! I love you, Daddy! Pl-Please!”

You weren’t even thinking now. In moments of weakness when you felt so frightened and needy, you called Dwayne by “Daddy” instead. It was absolutely a sex thing for you two, but more often than not, it was your way of saying he was in charge. He had control. You were just a poor, little human who couldn’t even pick what to eat for dinner, let alone make big life choices.

Though you couldn’t see it, the faintest smile tugged at Dwayne’s lips. He was breaking you. His baby was coming back to him. But he wasn’t done yet.

He kept crooning his disappointment with the absolutely diabolic smacks. Bright, red marks were quickly shifting into deep, purple bruises. You wouldn’t be able to move properly for weeks. Hell, you couldn’t even imagine moving. If Dwayne forgave you, he would have to carry you everywhere. It pleased him immensely when he influenced things to make you rely on him.

“Ooh my poor little mama~” he sighed, tossing the belt aside to switch back to his hand. He missed the burn of the heat coming off your skin. “Look what you made me do. If you had just let Daddy take care of you, I wouldn’t have to put you over my knee like this”

SMACK!

“What’s next? Soap in your mouth?”

SMACK!!

“Make you stand in the corner?”

SMACK!!

“Send you to bed without your food?”

SMACK!!!

“You wanna act like a brat, I’ll treat you like a brat. You would die out there without me. I don’t ever wanna hear you say that again. Got it?”

It was getting damn-near impossible to speak. All that came out was garbbled messes that vaguely sounded like the numbers you were counting and the apologies you were giving. It was all too much. Your spirit was breaking down. Though you were reaching the end, you feared what would happen if you messed up again. 

“D-Daddy….” you cried. Fingers gripped at his leg to keep you from moving around too much. If you got too squirmy, you feared more punishment awaited you. Your eyes were puffy and your face was flushed as you turned slightly to face him. 

“I’m….sorry….I…l-love you….”

In a moment of clarity, Dwayne stopped his hand. At that point, he was at fifteen. The number of your original punishment, and just five shy of completing your second round. He was a man who sought things out to the end. Good on his word, especially if his word had a threat to it.

Yet he gazed into your blown-out pupils and pathetic expression and realized how much he hated doing this. The remorse in your eyes was real. His sweet girl didn’t mean what she said. The love was there, she just had forgotten her place as his mate. It killed Dwayne to see you so defeated. So he gave you a hint of mercy.

He lightly tapped your ass for the last five spanks. They still hurt since he was messing with your bruises, but now you could actually breathe and think again. Instead of screaming out your counting, you could say it softly, allowing some recovery for your voice. You got all the way to twenty, softly adding your apologies with each one.

"That's it….that's a good girl…" he purred. Any anger he held before was fizzled out. He was back as your sweet, gentle caretaker. "It's all done. No more counting. You did as I asked, mama"

You couldn't move on your own. Every inch of your body hurt like it was burned by the fires of hell itself. Dwayne knew this and did his best to help make you comfortable. He carefully slid your clothes off, letting you be naked. Slowly he moved you so he could lay you down on the bed that was set up on the other side of the room. 

You were on your stomach, of course. There was no way you'd be able to sit or be on your back for a good, long time. Dwayne whispered soft praises as he pulled a blanket over you and slipped your favorite stuffed animal next to you. 

The sobbing had quieted down into soft sniffles. You were grateful to have the old Dwayne back, but some recovery time was still needed. Thankfully, he knew that. He brought you pain medicine, a glass of water, a heating pad, more pillows, and your phone so you could be nice and comfy. 

"Now then," he stated, leaning down to meet you at eye level. "I forgive you. I know you didn't mean what you said. We love each other, baby. That's never gonna change, right?"

You nodded sheepishly. Dwayne took amazing care of you. There was never any worry about work, money, or personal problems when he was around. You should have just let him get you the coffee you wanted. You should let him do everything for you. 

"Good girl," he praised, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "Now then. You remember what I said before? About that being your first part of the punishment?"

For a moment your heart started pounding again. You couldn't take another round of pain. Dwayne must have sensed this because he smiled softly and stroked your cheek to ease your worries. 

"Don't fret, angel. It's just a little one. I'm just gonna turn off that pretty little head for a bit so you remember who's the one that does the thinking for you"

His warm, chocolate eyes began to burn, swirls of yellow, orange, and red taking over. 

Fuck. Not this again!!

You still remembered how dumb you acted all those months. It has taken a whole year and a half of being a stupid, giggly little idiot who followed Dwayne around like a puppy before he granted you back your intelligence. Things had worked out for you as mates, but to lose control of your mind again was worse than any beating. 

"Shhhh don't cry, baby. It's only for the rest of the night," he cooed. Already you could feel the memories and the ideas and all your knowledge slip away. "Consider it a reminder that you can't be without me"

That was the last thing he said before sucking out the remaining thoughts that took up space in your brain. 

Back again was the sweet little dummy he so adored. Nothing but a dopey smile and a vacant look in your eyes. 

You smiled dreamily at him, snuggling up in bed with only the thought of loving Dwayne and letting him do everything for you. When he was satisfied with his work, he smiled and kissed you softly before stepping away and pulling the curtain of the room down to give you some privacy. 

While you were napping in the room he chose to relax in the lobby. Reading over a random book on the couch by himself. It was quite peaceful until he heard the familiar sound of a little kid running into the cave. 

The others were off to do their own thing, but Laddie ran straight to Dwayne, eyes wide with excitement and arms held out for a hug.

"Papa! I'm home!" he cheerfully shouted. Dwayne's smile widened as he eagerly greeted the little vampire with a hug. It always warmed his undead heart to be able to call Laddie his child. 

"Hey, buddy! Didya have fun at the arcade with your uncles?" 

Laddie nodded eagerly. He was still hyped up on his sugar buzz from all the goodies he got. But before he could start rambling about all the cool stuff he did, he looked around the room in curiosity. He seemed a bit confused. 

"Where's Mama? I missed her!" 

Dwayne bit back an evil smile. It would be a while before you were presentable enough to visit. Laddie didn't have to know the ways Mommy and Daddy had their own fun. So he shrugged and gave a simple answer. 

"Oh she's just resting, buddy," he said. "Mama needed a time out"

[karskilledme]

Adore - Mista x Reader

Hi, I've never written for Mista, but I love him, so this was born. Thanks. Reader and Mista are on a mission when an Oh No! happens.

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Warnings: Fighting (Not overly violent), Ouchies, Religion, Female reader, not proofread, bad writing.

Words: 1230

Brief reader stand description: It's called Two of Hearts, it's a humanoid stand with heart-shaped armor plates on its breasticles and crotch region. It's red when it's in Hot Love mode and pink when it's in Tender Care mode(Which won't be seen here this is just my go to reader stand lol). In Hot Love mode it burns things it touches and is a physical fighter with moderate strength. Most of it's damage is through the burns rather than the hits. Thanks for coming to my ted talk.

Just another mission. Tonight was supposed to be an easy one. Two targets, neither stand users, against me and Mista. We worked well as a team due to our “natural chemistry” as Bucciarati called it. It’s true that we’re good friends and that our stands seem to mesh well together but, there was more to it than that. To put it simply, I wanted to be adored by him the way I loved him. His gleaming dark eyes, goofy and sweet personality, the way he couldn’t stand the number four, and his unique sense of style. There was so much about him that I adored and lately, it was to the point of making it hard to focus on missions. All I could hope is that tonight I’d actually be able to focus.

Under the cover of the night Mista and I slinked through the final alleyway connecting to the target's hideout. Considering intel said they weren’t stand users our tactic was to barge right in and get the answers we needed. We approached the door and I called out my stand, Two of Hearts. I used her Hot Love to melt through the door's industrial-grade lock and gently pushed it open.

“Impressive hot mama.” Mista said, faking a burn with an accompanying hiss. 

I feigned disgust, “Hot mama, really?” I questioned. He smirked before returning to serious business and peered around the corner, gun at the ready, before motioning us to move in.

A shiver rolled up my spine as we entered the quiet hideout. Mista seemed to sense something was off as well as he motioned for me to move in close to him. He knew I could handle myself in battle but insisted that it was just the gentlemanly thing to do. 

“Somethings not right here.” I said with a shudder. Mista nodded and moved closer to the next room. I followed closely behind before covering on the opposite side of the door as he swung it open like we had moments before. In an instant gunfire broke loose, not from Mista at first but he quickly returned it. “Shit!” He hissed out motioning me back.

I was about to protest and aid in his battle when the door we came through was bust down. A mysterious woman appeared in the clearing dust and it didn’t seem like she was friendly. 

“Who are you? Name your business or face Passione.” I barked. 

The woman grinned and without a word lept towards me and Two of Heats. Wetness. I panicked internally as I felt the moisture in her air and then externally as I saw her stand immerge, my biggest weakness, water. Two of Hearts sizzled as she commanded water from her palms like some kind of Avatar scene. My body rang out in pain as I took the full blast unprepared. Without much choice, since Mista was still finishing up his own battle, I pulled out my pocket knife. With Two of Hearts now called back I rushed head-on, dodging what water I could and choking on what I couldn’t. I managed to land a slash or two in the chaos of it all but it was clear this wasn’t a fight I couldn’t take on alone.

“Mista- fuck, help! This bitch is wet!” I choked out, coughing on more of her attacks. 

The woman laughed at me “Awh, you’re useless against me, how sad.”. 

Mista fired off another two rounds and snapped back towards me. “Shit! Coming!” he said, hurrying in my direction. 

I was ripped back to attention as the woman grabbed me and began drowning me in her stand. I struggled to slash at her but it was useless. Mista couldn’t get a shot in at the risk of shooting me too. “What will you do now, gunslinger? Your little girlfriend here is gonna drown. Oh no!” She said in her mockingly sweet voice. My vision began to fade black, his response was indiscernible as I faded out. This was it.

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“Lord, please if I’ve any good graces wake up my sweet bambina. I need her. I love her more than pizza and Pretty Woman. I’d even face…f-four for her!” Everything was still hard to discern besides the very apparent soreness in my chest and throat. It took everything I had just to open my eyes. When I did I was greeted with the hunched-over and praying figure of Mista next to the bed I lay on. His hat was off, revealing the messy mop of dark brown curls that I loved so much. He was going on about… me? I must’ve gotten pretty messed up. It certainly feels so. “Mista.” I whispered in a hoarse voice. His head snapped up and that’s when I could see the red hue surrounding his dark eyes. My heart broke to think he’d been so torn up about me but it was quickly patched up when his smile illuminated me. “(Y/N)! I’m so glad you’re tough! You almost died, dummy!” He cheered out, wrapping me in a hug. 

He was warm and comforting, his musky cologne smelt so familiar and safe. Before I knew it tears began to overflow faster than I could stop them. I hugged back as tight as my injured body would allow. “I’m so glad you’re here. I really thought I died too! I hope you beat that bitch up so bad.” I said sobbing. 

Mista laughed and pulled back to look at me. “God, I adore you. You’re so funny even when you’re all banged up.” He said ruffling my already ratty hair. My heart soared but my brain screamed even more. “Don’t say things like that unless you mean um, tease.” I pouted. 

Mista smiled and seemed to start to speak but closed his mouth again. I could feel the warmth of his breath tickling me now, his hands on my shoulders were suddenly molting hot. Slowly his face inched closer to mine and soon his lightly chapped lips met mine. For what an obnoxious flirt he was the kiss was softer than cashmere and lighter than clouds as if he were afraid he’d break me. It lasted for only a few short seconds before he pulled back till we were nose to nose. 

“I’m no teaser, I’m a truther.” He said with a devious grin on his lips. 

I scoffed and pushed him back playfully. “Way to ruin a cute moment big dorkface.” 

He laughed, his face scrunching into a charming smile. It felt relieving to have our feelings out in the open like this. “I’m really glad you like me back… this big fat crush was starting to mess with me on missions.” I said, combing my hair back with one hand.

Mista sat on the foot of the bed and rested a hand on my leg. “We could all tell. You’ve kind of sucked lately.”

I scowled at his joke and crossed my arms. “You wish you were as good as me!”

He cheesed at me and rubbed a soothing rhythm on my leg. “Just joking principessa. I’m glad too… that you like me I mean.” He paused and looked around briefly. “Can we ya know, kiss again?” His cheeks dusted red. With a giggle, I sat up to meet him and caressed his cheek. I leaned in first this time and met him for another kiss.

[clementinesandwine]

Snowed In…

✧˖° includes~ fluff Gyutaro x Fem reader; established friendship, suggestive ending, modern au

Gyutaro had surprisingly invited you over to his house to finish an assignment for your biology class. You guys had been partners the entire year, as you sat at the same table, but normally did the work at the library. A friendship had formed due the repeated homework “dates” and other activities you invited him to, like when you wanted him to come to the movies with a group of your friends. Gyutaro really didn’t understand why you wanted to actually be seen in public with him, but he adored your presence and loved that you always included him. He had begun to develop a small crush on you, even though you probably didn’t think of him in that way, and wanted to get closer to you. The only way to get closer to you, he figured, would be to invite you over, since he couldn’t invite himself over to your house.

Leading up to the day you were supposed to visit, he had deep cleaned everything. Even Ume’s room, which proved to be tedious. Gyutaro had also done some food shopping for snacks that you might like as a human. He bought mini mac and cheese cups, oven bake pizza, hot chocolate packets, tea, water bottles, milk, and even bread. Him and Ume had some human stuff, like pastas and spices, for when they felt like experimenting. Overall, though, he really didn’t know how to cook and didn’t want to risk it for the first time you came over.

The day arrived and Gyutaro sat anxiously in his room, second guessing himself because todays weather wasn’t gonna be good. However, the assignment was due tomorrow anyway, so better late than never. You were still home getting ready, feeling nervous to be alone with Gyutaro. Not because you were scared of him, but because you had a huge crush on the boy. In public, it was easier. You could leave at any time if you felt embarrassed. But you had agreed to come over for the assignment and you were sure nothing would happen. You sent him a quick text, letting him know you were dressing like a bum, considering you were only gonna be in the house. You put on some sweatpants and a tight, cropped t-shirt. It wasn’t too short, only sitting right above your waist, an inch or two above the waistline of the sweatpants. Since it was cold, you put on an oversized crewneck and your jacket, heading out the door with a slight blush.

Gyutaro sat smiling at your message, looking himself over. He was already in his gray sweatpants and had a simple black t-shirt on. He grabbed some blankets from his bedroom closet and put them on the couch in the living room, in case you got cold. Of course, the heat was on, but he knew you got cold easy. He was glad Ume had decided to stay at a friends house tonight. She knew about Gyutaro’s crush and would tease him repeatedly as he set up. Suddenly, there was a small knock on the door, barely audible, and he ran to open it. His heart was pounding and he felt like throwing up; you were actually outside his door.

“Oh, its snowing,” he said, as he opened the door. You giggled slightly, hiding your blush behind the scarf you wore. You thanked yourself for being so forgetful when you found it in the car. Gyutaro looked so cute with his hair, half up half down, and a confused expression on his face, you couldn’t help but turn crimson. “Don’t you watch the news? Its supposed to snow all night. I think we will be fine though, I can leave before it starts to get bad,” you respond.

Gyutaro felt terrible. It would be dangerous for you to drive home in the snow, why did you even come see him? Was he actually worth the trek? “Well,” you interrupt his thoughts, “may I come in?” He opens the door and you take off your boots, leaving them at the welcome rug.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know it was gonna snow,” he says. You push his shoulder playfully as he leads you into the living room. “Its okay, I know you’re lying. Of course a dangerous demon like you would want your best friend to die in a snowstorm,” you joke. He looks back at you over his shoulder smiling, his daggers flashing at you. When he turns back around, you look him over, eyeing his muscles, which were visible through his t-shirt. Gyutaro was considerably taller than you, and his muscles made him all the more attractive. The gray sweats, black t-shirt, and bun made things even harder. Your heart began to beat wildly in your chest, ears tinged pink, as you began to take off your outer layers.

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A few hours later, the assignment was finished. You held your hand up for a high five, to which Gyutaro sheepishly touched. “Well that was fun, but I should get going before it gets bad out,” you say with a frown. You were kinda glad it was over, being in such close proximity to him was killing you. You were having the same affect on Gyutaro, but he was sad to see you go. He wanted you to stay and maybe even eat with him or watch a movie, but it was best to go early, in case the roads got bad. Gyutaro walked you to the door and gasped when he opened it.

“I guess I won’t be leaving any time soon,” you say softly. The snow was already up to your knees and plows had not even made it down this side street yet. You began to panic, you really didn’t want to intrude. You were well prepared, always having a sleep bag in your car, but the thought of staying with Gyutaro all night made your heart race. On the other hand, Gyutaro was excited. Trying to relax himself, he says, “I don’t mind if you need to spend the night. Ume won’t be home, so you can stay in her room, or I can sleep on the couch and you can stay in mine.” The image of you sleeping in his bed starts an onslaught of dirty thoughts. “Okay, I have a sleep bag in my car,” you say. “I have to put on my boo-“

“I’ll grab it!” Gyutaro yells, immediately putting on his shoes and running out the door. You pop the trunk with the remote and he quickly makes his way back. His cheeks are red and you aren’t sure if its from the cold or if he’s nervous you would be staying the night. Either way, you grab your bag and head back inside. “Let me put on my pajamas, then we can figure out what to do,” you say with a smile. He nods, thankful you suggested something because he had no idea what was next. You walked to the bathroom and pulled off your sweatpants. You only ended up putting on some boxers, keeping your undies, t-shirt, and crew neck on. You liked the mens boxers because they could double as shorts in the house, but it didn’t matter because the crew neck covered your bottom. After setting up your bathroom supplies, you made your way back to the living room, where Gyutaro sat on the couch scrolling through netflix.

He looked back at you and almost fainted. Were you even wearing pants? Of course you were in shorts or something, you would never show yourself like that to him. But it looked like you had nothing on and the blood just rushed straight down. Your thighs looked plush against the hem of the sweater, Gyutaro couldn’t help but imagine his hands running along them. “Did you want to watch a movie?” You ask, plopping down next to him. When you don’t get a response, you add, “I really like horror, but we could watch one of those cringey Christmas romances? Those always make me giggle.” He nods.

“I bought hot chocolate, would you want some? I really like horror, too, but I’m up for a laugh,” he responds. You nod, feeling nervous, but follow him to the kitchen. He grabs two mugs, some milk, and a hot chocolate box. “I’m not actually sure what to do,” Gyutaro says. You look up and see he has his hand on the back of his neck, looking off to the side. “Oh,” you say, “thats okay, I can show you. I can even show you my special ingredient.” He gives you a look of suspicion and watches as you begin to pour some milk in the mugs. “Put these in the microwave, please.”

He grabs the mugs as told, his hand sliding past your own and his vision goes blank. Your hands just touched. You must feel so dirty and he instantly regrets offering this idea up. But you don’t say anything. And you don’t seem to care that he had touched you. This was the opposite though, as you felt like your heart was yelling at you to grab his hand and pull him close. Of course, that was only a thought. You knew he probably didn’t like you like that. “What’s this secret ingredient, hm?” Gyutaro asks. You look up at him again, hoping your blush isn’t obvious. “Cinnamon,” you say softly.

After the hot chocolate is all made and you both sit on the couch, you pick a random movie. You’re shaking too much to really read the descriptions and figure it doesn’t matter anyway, since you guys want something cliché and stupid. “Wow, this really is good,” Gyutaro says. You can only manage to smile at him. Sitting this close has your stomach spinning in circles and you’re not even sure you can take a sip.

You’re about half way through the movie when Gyutaro finishes his hot chocolate, getting it all over the corners of his mouth. You had relaxed by now and instinctively wiped his mouth with your thumb. You look at each other, realizing what you just did, and snap your hand away from his face. But he just keeps looking at you, not speaking. His eyes look soft and you think, maybe he didn’t mind you. Maybe he liked you being this close. Maybe, you think, you should get closer.

Gyutaro can’t believe you just wiped his mouth. You were quite possibly the prettiest girl in class, hell the prettiest girl at university. The prettiest girl he had ever met. There wasn’t any way in this world that you thought of him in that way, he was sure of it. But here you are, watching a movie with him, wiping his mouth, inching closer and closer. Wait. He’s confused. Why are you moving closer?

Suddenly, he feels your lips against his, leaving Gyutaro’s eyes wide open. Did you willingly just kiss him? He couldn’t believe that. When you pull away and see him, you know you fucked up. “I-I’m sorry, you just… you just kept looking at me and I thought,” you start. Gyutaro smashes his lips into yours again, letting his hand find its place at your cheek. The feeling of your tongue grazing his lower lip smacks Gyutaro back into reality, making him pull away.

“Did you actually want to kiss me? Or was that just a spur of the moment?” He asks, hesitantly. Even though you both leaned into each other, he can’t help but think he is tainting you with his dirty hands. How you probably only feel pressured to kiss him. He feels nasty, like he has just ruined his one good thing, and begins to tear up. “Gyutaro,” you say, drawing his attention to you. “I’ve liked you for a long time. I don’t know what came over me tonight, but I couldn’t stop myself anymore,” you say, hands fidgeting in your lap. This can’t be possible. You like him. You like a monster like him. You want to kiss his lips, the ones that hide his shark-like teeth. “Can I keep kissing you?” you ask, not knowing where you are getting this confidence.

He can only nod, and you lean in again, pressing softly into him. Gyutaro swipes his tongue on your lower lip, practically begging for access, which you allow. His hands slowly slide up your thigh, but retreat quickly. The thought that he is dirtying your pure, beautiful body was deafening. You wouldn’t let him go, though. You grab his hand and place it back on your thigh, before swinging it over his lap. Straddling him, you are taller. He looks up at you, breathless, hands sliding up your thighs, along your back. You lean in for more of him, deepening the kiss, until you feel him growing. Gyutaro’s hands are still on you, one on your waist, the other on your cheek, when you decide to grind down on him. He groans into your mouth and squeezes the plush of your waist, causing you to squeal.

“Y/N,” he groans. “What do you think you’re doing, hm?” Gyutaro is unbelievably shy, but wants to make sure you are consenting to this. He needs to know that you really do want him, that you need his lips the way he needs yours. He needs to know that you want to be in his lap. That you don’t find him dirty for enjoying this so much. To Gyutaro, this just can’t be possible.

You grind down again. “Gyutaro, please,” you whine, feeling flustered. Your cheeks are bright and burning, your lower half throbs against him. He runs his hand up the back of your neck, softly grabbing the hair at the base of your scalp and pulls you into another heated kiss.

Part 2 coming soon :)

[tinydeskwriter]

Can you write something about Jack catching a cold/ having super bad allergies or something and the reader has to be his nurse and like take care of him and he gets turned on by that lol

FEVER

“Babe, you’re super hot.” Y/n commented worriedly, running her hand over her boyfriend's sweaty forehead, his curls were damp with sweat, and his skin was pale, except that he was wrapped in four blankets in the middle of summer.

Jack tried to smirk, which came out more like a grimace.“I know sweetheart, you’re hot too.”

“Jack…” She said in a scolding tone. “Come.” She took the covers off him.

“Babe…” He started to complain.

“Jackman, you need a cold shower to bring your temperature down.” Y/n pulled him by the arms, almost in vain, since Jack was almost twice her weight. “Come on Jack, you need to get those clothes off.”

“If I take my clothes off, will you take yours off?” He asked sitting up in bed.

Y/n rolled her eyes at her boyfriend. Even sick, he only thinks of one thing. He’s such a boy.

“I swear, you are the worst sick person.” The young woman muttered to herself. “Okay Jackman, but no funny business.”

“I swear mamas.” The fool showed her his crossed fingers.

“Take off your clothes and get in the shower while I change the bedding.” The bedding that was soaked in sweat where Jack lay.

“So bossy.”

The tall curly haired man staggered a little to the bathroom, under the careful gaze of his girlfriend, who immediately regretted sending him alone. She made quick work of changing the bedding, tossing everything out in the hallway, she’d tidy up once Jack was back in bed.

She entered the bathroom only to find Jack naked leaning against the sink. In all their time together, she’d never seen him this bad, she’d seen him with a flu, exhausted, and even a bad case of allergies, but never sick at that point.

Y/n got rid of her clothes, tied her hair up, and approached her boyfriend running her hand down his back.

“Come on love.” She turned the shower on to room temperature, she helped Jack into the shower, feeling his body shudder under her palm.

“Shit, this is cold.” He complained hugging her body.

“It's to stabilize your temperature.” She said patiently, taking his shampoo and helping him wash his hair—basically stroking his hair as he pawed her buttocks—.

His hands travel up to her breasts, playing with her nipples, which were hardened by the cold water, while he distributed kisses over her collarbone and neck.

Y/n knew it was time to pull away when she felt Jack's cock start to harden.

“Jack… no funny business.” She looked up into the blue eyes that she positively adored. She ran her hand over his forehead and neck, noting that his temperature seemed to have dropped.

“You look so sexy taking care of me.” He smirked. “I want to fuck you so bad right now, babe.”

Y/n looked at him seriously. “We can't, you'll put some clothes on and go back to bed, I'll get the medicine from the kitchen, and water.” She turned off the shower faucet, and grabbed a towel for herself, covering her nakedness.

“Why?” He asked with petulance, turning to her and showing off his semi-erection. Y/n grabbed a towel and started to dry him.

“Because you can get even sicker, risk dehydration, and your fever can increase.”

“How do you know that?” Jack asked confused.

Y/n blushed slightly.

“I asked the doctor that time you got the flu, he sent me an article.”