#she'll come bug me

[teaandinanity]

Did a slightly-more-than-doodle of my Scarlet Hollow MC since I have changed her again - I'm doing a Many Traits run with her... sort of. I'm using console to toggle them off and on. No Powerful Build at all, and I've turned off Keen Eye and Book Smart at their Save The Day Moments.

However.

I turned Hot on for Day 4. And coming up with an excuse has been FUN lol

I do not usually want the Hot options even if they make everyone like me more - I am insufficiently allo for basically ALL the flavor text associated with that trait - but I do very desperately want the monsterfucker best resolution for Reese.

And I was like 'oh, we can do a Clark Kent where she got off the bus wearing a beanie for travel with her hair scrunched under it and wearing glasses that don't survive the mine excursion and have her take her hair down when she goes to dinner at the Kelly place.'

I'm probably gonna try again because I liked the Much Wavier hair I originally gave Ash (this is not Ash anymore because now I'm trying to get Kaneeka to not hate her so she's gotta be a little less overtly woo/weird/Disney Princess/pro-Tabby) but I do like her so far and I think my excuse probably makes SOME sense.

Also now I'm imagining how much worse everything would be being like 'I cannot tell what that shape in the woods is' in a horror setting.

[mobolanz]

Man...

[darkbluekies]

Darling scared of spiders

Warnings: mentions of blood and killing

Silas:

He sees blood and violence on a regular, he won't be scared of a little spider. He'll kill it without much fuss and will give you a small look, trying not to tease but can't help to look amused by your fear.

"Such a little scaredy cat I have gotten myself, huh? Well, little thing, if you can't even handle spiders I'm not sure how you'll survive being married to me, but I guess you don't have to worry. You got me, don't you?"

Dr Kry:

Rational. Calm. No big deal. He grabs the enarest cup and paper and releases the spider somewhere else. Doesn't really matter where as long as it's out of your sight. Unlike others, he won't mock you for it. The poison in your blood makes everything weird, he can't blame you for that.

"That's that, it's gone now. No more spiders in here, I promise. That's right, go back to sleep. You need the rest. Good girl/boy. I'll take care of it, don't worry."

King Edmund:

Who's worse? You? Or him? He hates insects, hates everything crawling weird, things with too many legs and eyes. They're disgusting and makes his skin crawl. But a castle is an excellent spot for spiders. He'll order one of the maids to get it out while he sits with you.

"Damn worthless creatures coming into our quarters to terrify us in our own home. One should burn them all. Suck them up with a vaccum and burn the bag. How dare they think they can come close like that. They should know who we are, shouldn't they? They're in our house, afterall."

Jerry:

Dr Kry didn't say anything, Edmund was agreeing with you, and Silas tried to not tease ... but Jerry? At this point you'd rather try to get the spider yourself than to ask her, because the aftermath is not worth it. She'll mock you, grin, smirk, pretend to throw the spider at you.

"Oh, come on, it's cute. Are you scared of a little spider, you wuss? A little defensless spider that thinks you're twice as ugly as you think they are? How do you want me to kill it? You have the honors of deciding."

Hedwig:

Oh. Oh this girl despises spiders. The only insect this girl likes is lady bugs and even then she doesn't want one too close. Spiders make her nearly faint. She screams, hides, orders someone to get it. She'll be even worse than you, but will make sure to care for you too.

"Come here, love, let's go out of here, someone else will take care of it. Oh, ew, ew ew. I fucking hate those things ... oh, I'm shivering, let's go drink some water. You're so brave, my love, you looked at that spider so fiercely. My brave boy/girl."

[lambilegs]

oh to be sevika's annoying ass gf who drags her to miniso and shit <3

like, you already KNOW she'd be dreading it the whole time, rolling her eyes and grunting about how so much of the stuff in there is a waste of money. she'd just trail behind you like some kind of lost puppy, absentmindedly rubbing her fingers on different objects to "assess" the quality and judge them thoroughly. she'd be loud as fuck too, telling you when she thinks a certain mug's artwork will easily scratch off, or when a pair of slippers aren't sustainable material. you'd constantly be slapping her arm, begging for her to stay quiet, but she'd continue quietly criticizing this and that without pause.

but, then, she'd see you eagerly grabbing at a plushie, or beaming at the sight of a blind box, and even though she'd roll her eyes at it and ask why you'd even spend money on something that'll just sit on the bed, or gather dust on your shelf, she can't help but smile at the sight. she tempers it down, of course -- there's no need to reveal just how much she enjoys your childlike adoration of all the shit there. surely, you'd never let her hear the end of it. but, still, it's there, the corners of her lips tugging up just barely, her stomach getting a weird, sort of tight feeling from watching you squish the plushie's face. it's becoming a familiar sensation around you, she's noticed -- whether it's nerves or plain fondness, she's not fully sure. she's not the best with this kind of stuff.

which is why actions are her go-to. so, when you set something back on the shelf, she immediately takes note of it, her gaze lingering on it before she continues silently following you around. when you guys leave the store, part of her genuinely impressed that you managed to leave with only one item, she tells you to go ahead while she goes to the bathroom. with you pressing a kiss to her cheek that leaves her feeling embarrassed in a way she really does not enjoy, she slinks back to the store. and proceeds to purchase every single item you had taken an evident liking to.

when she returns to you with a large bag practically overflowing with items that on any other day, would've sent her cringing silently to herself, she desperately tries to play it cool, for she hates being the spotlight in any situation, even if it's for something nice. even when your mouth drops open and you run up to her, dotting millions of kisses on her face. she only bats you away, shoving the bag in your hand and mumbling about how it's not a big deal. internally, of course, she's deeply satisfied with your reaction, but you'd never know. for on the outside, she simply folds her thick arms over her chest and says something about how if she knew if she didn't "take action, you'd be pouting and bugging me for the rest of the day."

but, you can barely hear her, digging through the bag with eager hands, eyes crinkled with sheer joy. and as much as she hates to acknowledge it, she's practically putty when it comes to your smile. she'll buckle for it everytime, and while she'd usually try to resist having such a weak spot in any other situation, it's becoming impossible with you.

it scares her some, sure, but if it means she gets to be the person to get you beaming like that, she'll lean into it. just sometimes. (always.)

[cheeseborgorbord2]

Pregnancy Headcanons with GamerGirl!Jinx

Men and minors DNI

(amab) GamerGirl!Jinx & (afab, latina) reader

Warning: fluff, pregnancy, childbirth, breastfeeding, breastfeeding kink, pregnancy sex, brief breeding

⇒You miss your period by a week. At first, it wasn't concerning. Your periods have been late before, once not coming for a month, but that was before meeting GamerGirl!Jinx.

⇒You didn't worry about pregnancy until, one morning, you woke up feeling strange. You felt a bit dizzy and nauseous, slightly stumbling to the bathroom, hand clamped over your mouth. You leaned over the sink, head hanging as you tried to properly breathe. You began heaving, a few gags escaping, eventually vomiting in the toilet.

⇒After vomiting, you clean up and get back in bed. You figured it was a stomach bug or your stomach hating you.

⇒A month had gone by, and still no period. Now, the worry crept in. It had been too long.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who has noticed a difference in your behavior. You haven't been eating as much or sleeping well, and it's been worrying her. Sometimes, during streams, you would come into the room and get in bed, your bundled form partially in view. Seeing you already knocked out, she ends her streams early so you can get some proper sleep.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who is focused on a game when you tell her you're running to the convenience store. She nods, not paying attention. You grab your keys and drive to the store, purchasing a few tests and some snacks.

⇒When you get back into the apartment, she's still sitting at the gaming setup, distracted. Perfect. You grab the few boxes of tests and follow the directions.

⇒After 10-15 minutes, you look at the few sticks that rested on the sink counter.

Positive.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who was about to start her stream when you walked in holding one of the pregnancy tests in your hands.

"Babe," you call.

"Yeah?" She answered.

"I'm pregnant."

"That's cool." She says. It takes a solid minute for her to register your words. "Wait, what?" She turns in the gamer chair to face you.

"I'm pregnant," you repeat, holding the test up to her. She grabs the test from you and stares at it. She looks at you, almost with an unreadable expression. She almost looks mad. She stands up and gets close enough for your breasts to touch.

"Are you messing with me? Is this a prank?" She asked, holding the test up.

"What, no! Of course not! You know I don't joke about this. Why would you-" You're interrupted by a sudden embrace. Jinx has her arms around you, her face hidden in your neck.

"I can't believe this. We're going to be parents."

⇒She cancels her stream of the day and immediately showers you in love: kisses, hugs, cuddles, a hot bath, a home-cooked meal, and passionate sex. She spends the night holding you in a breeding press as she knocks you up even further.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who constantly kisses your stomach every day throughout your pregnancy. Even when your stomach is still flat, she kisses it every day at any moment, even on stream, but off screen.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who takes you to every appointment to the OBGYN.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who gets jealous of your cat, Stink. Stink will often lie on your stomach and purr when the opportunity presents itself. He makes biscuits on your growing breasts. She fights with Stink about boundaries and who you belong to.

"Listen, you little shit, that's my girl, not yours. Stop touching her boobs!"

"Jinx, he's a cat."

"I don't care. He's touching the milk source of our future child. He's not getting any."

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx always carries a small backpack of extra clothes for you in case you accidentally piss yourself when you two are out. Thankfully, no accidents happen.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who plays her favorite music in headphones she puts on your stomach.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who fucks you whenever you are needy and horny. She makes sure you don't do too much. She'll fuck you in safe and comfortable positions like missionary and doggy. When you ride her, she'll thrust her hips up, holding you down by your hips.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who loves the lazy blowjobs and handjobs you give. Despite her protests, she knows you want to make her feel good even when you're pregnant.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who learns to cook Mexican and Puerto Rican dishes so you don't have to cook during your pregnancy.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who swats any strangers' hands that try to touch your stomach.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who keeps an arm around you everywhere you go.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who threatened to kill a man who kept pestering you and being creepy about how pregnant women are hot.

"Fuck off, you creep! I'll cut your nuts off to make sure YOU don't have kids! Keep your hands and dick away from my girl!"

You had to drag her away before she got too violent.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who massages your feet when you ache or your back from the weight of the baby.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who freaks out and squeals she feels the baby kick.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who buys and makes every craving you have. Chocolate-covered strawberries with hot cheetos? Got it. Frozen yogurt and cucumbers with tajin? Consider it done.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who buys a fuck ton of baby toys and clothes, not carrying what 'gender' their for.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who begrungingly calls her sister to convince her girlfriend, Caitlyn, to plan a gender reveal baby shower. Vi, not knowing her sister's girlfriend was pregnant in the first place, freaks out happily at the news. Next thing you know, Vi is busting down the door to your apartment with Caitlyn in tow.

"I'm going to be an aunt!" Vi screams, bursting with happiness. She pulls you into a tight hug, squeezing the life out of you.

"Vi, hey, I can't brea-"

"Vi, you're going to kill my girlfriend!" Jinx yells.

"Shit, sorry." Vi apologizes sheepishly, releasing you.

"Damnit, Vi."

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who is hesitant to announce your pregnancy to her followers, but you assure her you don't mind.

"Hey, my Jinxers. Today's stream is going to start a bit differently." She waves you over. "I want to announce that my girlfriend and I are having a baby!" She brings you closer so your bump is in view.

The chat blows up with congratulations and speculations about the pregnancy being real.

As proof, GamerGirl!Jinx lifts your shirt to show the stretched skin holding her combined spawn and kisses it on camera.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who cuts the cake at the gender reveal baby shower, revealing it's actually twins.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who comes up with ridiculous names.

"What if we name them Bobert? Randy? Stout? Zino? Nimi? What about Brick?"

"We are not naming one of them Brick!"

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who won't let you do any work in making the bedroom into a partial nursery.

"Jinx, I want to help," you whine.

"No, you need to take it easy."

"It's my baby too!"

"No."

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who makes sure everything is packed weeks before your due date.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who calls Sevika to carry you to the hospital when you go into labor.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who watches every movement from the nurses and delivery doctors who handle and take care of you.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who stays by your side as you struggle to push your babies out. She lets her hand be crushed by your superhuman strength.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who cries as her baby boys are born. The twins resemble her: blue eyes, one with blue hair and one with brown hair, both sharing her pale skin. She kisses your sweaty forehead.

"You did it, baby. You welcomed our beautiful boys into the world."

She then watches and follows the nurses with your babies. She's extra fucking protective now that her sons are born.

Post-pregnancy headcanons

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who watches anyone who handles your boys. She once snatched one of the twins from Vi because 'she was tickling him too hard.'

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who will help you bathe. She cleans you with the most gentle of care.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who holds one baby to one of your tits and you hold the other to help feed them.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who stares in adoration at the babies as they sleep, watching even the slightest movement.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who will drop her game, on or off stream, at the drop of a hat to take care of her sons.

⇒GamerGirl!Jinx who will drink some milk straight from your tit when the babies are full and fed.

"Fuck, Jinx, that's the babies' food."

"But all this milk will go to waste."

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[woso-dreamzzz]

Outburst VI

Leah Williamson x Child!Reader

Jordan Nobbs x Child!Reader

Summary: You and Blu celebrate your birthday

"Bug, baby..." Jordan winces," Let's not allow Blu to drink out of your cup."

You turn to her and frown, hand still grasping the cup that you're allowing Bug to drink directly from.

"Hmmm," You hum," No, Blu drinks from my cup."

"No. Blue drinks from his bowl."

"No," You repeat back to Jordan," Blu's my birthday buddy and birthday buddies drink from the same cups."

You stare at Jordan blankly like you're challenging her to go against your wishes again. You're sat at the little coffee table on the floor with Blu as a mindless child show plays on the tv.

You're dressed not too differently than you normally are with an Arsenal shirt emblazoned with your name on the back while the shorts have been traded out for a pair of cargo pants that Jordan saw at the store and thought would look extra cute on you.

A cardboard party hat sits on both yours and Blu's head as the dog continues to drink out of your special Arsenal badge cup.

"Lovebug, baby-"

"When's Mum coming?" You cut Jordan off with little fanfare as you pick at the sandwich on your plate.

Jordan knows the minute she turns around, you'll be feeding your crusts to Blu but she still does it anyway. She turns around to check on the nuggets and chicken strips in the oven.

"She said she's not too far away," Jordan tells you," She'll be here soon."

"She's bringing my present," You inform your mum as you give Blu another scrap of bread," Did she tell you that? Mum's bringing my present. She said it was a ball-ache to wrap."

"She said...What?!"

"A ball-ache to wrap," You repeat again, eyes on the screen as the brightly coloured creatures sing and dance.

"You can't say that."

You frown. "Why? Mum said it."

"Mum...Your Mum doesn't always think before she speaks," Jordan explains," And you shouldn't repeat what she says."

"Like when we were driving and she said fuck?"

Jordan winces. "Let's just...Let's just not repeat anything Mum says, alright?"

You shrug. "Alright." You feed Blu one of your party rings and think for a moment. "Mummy?"

"Yes?"

"Can I repeat what you say?"

"Er...Yeah, sure."

"Okay." You grin. "'Cause then when I next see Mum's daddy, I can call him a piece of shit for supporting Spurs."

"No!"

"Why not? You said I can repeat what you say. You called the other driver a piece of shit when you picked me up from Mummy's."

Jordan grits her teeth at the memory of that. She had, in fact, said that to the another driver when she got cut off in heavy London traffic on her way to the motorway.

She hadn't even realised you were still awake to hear it, adamant that you were fast asleep in your car seat and wouldn't awake again until you got home.

Apparently not.

"How about we just don't repeat what anyone says in the car?"

You hum for a moment before nodding. "Okay."

You place your plate on the ground for Blu to eat up the rest of the crumbs and Jordan can't find it in herself to scold you for it.

So, she takes out the nuggets and strips from the oven and plates up the rest of the party food while you both wait for Leah.

You manage to make it halfway through an animated movie and, quite impressively, nearly all of the party food all by yourself before the doorbell rings.

You and Blu are up immediately, running off to the door as Blu yips at the figure behind it.

"Mummy, Mummy!" You say, bouncing up and down as you try to open the door," You locked it! How's Mum supposed to get in when you locked it?"

"I'm coming," Jordan says, slotting the keys into the lock and turning.

"Well, well, well," Leah says, already kneeling out with her arms wide," If it isn't my favourite birthday buddies!"

Blu yips happily, tail wagging as you go crashing into Leah's arms, knocking your party hat lopsided on your head.

"You're here!" You exclaim," Mum, you came to mine and Blu's birthday!"

"Of course I did! I wouldn't miss your birthday!"

"And Blu's! It's Blu's birthday too!"

Leah laughs. "And Blu."

"Did you bring our presents? You said you would bring our presents."

Jordan snicks a little. "Alright, bug, let's let your mum in before asking about presents."

You ignore her. "And you remember to bring a gift for Blu? It's his birthday too."

"Both of you are getting a present," Leah assures you," Come on, bug, let's get inside."

Jordan still doesn't let you open Leah's gifts until all of you have eaten and you've been sung to and had a slice of cake.

It's only after all of that, that you're allowed to open your gift.

Blue got to open his earlier and he got a new tug of war rope and a jar of peanut butter just for him.

But now it's your turn and Jordan groans the moment your tear the wrapping off.

"Leah," She says," You have to be kidding me..."

"What? I got her something she'd enjoy. I told you I'd get her something she'd love."

"I...I thought you meant like a football or the new kit. Not-Not this!"

You're delighted though, face split open in a smile.

"Mummy! Mummy! Mum got me a DJ set! I get to be DJ Lovebug!"

[katz-rambles]

hello! I see your taking requests so can i request arcane charaters reacting to the reader with a good singing voice? please and Thank you!

Of course! I'm a former choir kid, so now so is the reader, specifically a soprano.

(fluff, gn!reader, established relationships with the characters (separate), I think this is it!)

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

Jinx

• She's immediately in love with your voice, that's a given.

• Constantly asks you to sing for her, and if you do it's like she's in her own little world where it's just the two of you.

• When she puts on her music while she's tweaking with her inventions, if you start to sing along, she'll fold right then and there. She's in a trance.

• She purposefully keeps the music quieter than normal so she can hear you better.

• If she recently had an episode, you're one of the people she may go to afterward to help her calm down. Your voice is therapeutic to her.

"Whoa, toots. You never told me you could sing. Oh! We could sing together! Just you and me!!"

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Vi

• A lot like her sister, she loves your voice. She would actually pay you to sing for her.

• Please do karaoke with her. It's one of her favorite things, and it also gives her an excuse to listen to you sing.

• If you two are laying in bed together, she may start to hum a tune, as a silent ask to have her sing with you, and you know this. Plus, who are you to deny her your beautiful voice?

• One of her favorite things to do with you is sing. You two could be working on your own little projects, and she'll turn on a good song, and you two will just sing together.

• Taken together, she loves your voice. She's not afraid to tell you that either.

"Oh, come on, cupcake. Your voice is.. angelic. Please, can you choose the song this time?"

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Ekko

• Loves to hear you sing. Honestly, he also has an angelic voice (but don't tell anyone.)

• He will 100% sing with you. You two can harmonize amazingly. His voice is the perfect opposite to yours.

• He lays his head in your lap and just listening to you sign, or hum. Either way, he loves listening to you.

• If you sign to the kids, especially to help them calm down, he's head over heels. Immediately.

• After a long mission, you help him calm down by you both singing. It's so therapeutic for both of you.

"Thank you, bug. I mean it, you don't know how much I needed that. Your voice is amazing, thank you."

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Vander

• Kareoke nights at the bar. The people love you, and so does he.

• If you sing ragtime, or anything similar, he asks you to have a certain day of the week or month dedicated to you performing live music.

• He enjoys listening to you. So do Powder and Violet. They all love to listen to you, especially after a particularly long day.

• If you two have a few drinks, he'll pit a record on, and you two will dance and sign for hours.

• He loves it when you sing while cooking. If you like to cook, it's so domestic. It's something that helps him calm down.

"Powder loves it when you sing for her, you know. She said so herself. She loves it, almost, as much as I do, darl'."

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Grayson

• She's head over heels for you when she figures it out. Your voice is such an opposite compared to her raspy voice.

• She finds you entrancing, every nite you can, or can't, hit just fuels her love for you.

• After almost every mission she loves to hear you sing, it's such a comfort for her.

• Sometimes she'll place a finger or two on to your neck while you sing to feel the vibrations of your voice and to mess with you by pressing down to give you a voice crack.

• If you try and teach her how to sing, she'll actually fold. You're so sweet, and you always sound amazing. Please sign and let her dance with you.

"You sound so pretty, you know. I could never tire of hearing you, love."

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Marcus

• Another one who falls head over heels when he finds out you can sing. It's such a simple thing, but it brings him so much joy to see and hear you enjoy it so much.

• Please sing to his daughter. If you do, he's getting on one knee and marrying you right then and there.

• He can't sing, but he tries. He's not off key or anything. He's just not the best at it.

• When, and if you feel comfortable singing to him, he's only focused on you. He loves it, and so does his daughter.

• If, after a long day, he finds you singing a lullaby to his daughter, I think he'd cry. He loves knowing that you care so much for her and for him.

"I heard you singing to Ren. She loves your voice. It helps her feel more at home. So.. thank you. We.. I don't deserve you."

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Caitlyn

• Oh, where to start..? She's so excited when she figures out you can sing. Because not only can you sing, but you're amazing at it too!

• You two have kareoke nights, all the time. Her parents get annoyed when it's like two in the morning, and you two are tipsy and singing whatever songs you guys can find. But it's all in good fun.

• She's kinda off-key when she sings, but you don't mind at all. You're just glad she's having fun.

• Because she's a little off-key, it probably took some convincing to get her to sing with you. When you do convince her, she's still a little self-conscious about her voice, but when she hears yours, it's like all her worries just seem to melt away.

• You two seem to have the most fun when you're a little tipsy, though. That's when all your worries just seem to melt away, and neither of you can find a care to worry about anything other than each other's voices. If you offer to give her lessons, she'll actually cry, you're just so so sweet. She's so in love with you.

"Are you sure, my love? I know, you don't mind.. but isn't that just extra work. And besides, you're so good at singing, we're opposites! That just makes us better."

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Viktor

• Oh my lord, he's fallen even harder than he already has. You just keep on getting better and better. He's convinced you're actually perfect.

• Please hum a little tune while you're both sitting in the lab, whether it's to calm you both down or just because you're bored, he stops what he's doing and gives you his full attention. Jayce wants to know your secrets.

• If you ever find him overworking himself, just promise that if he comes home with you, you two will put on a song of his choice and sing together. Nine times out of ten, this will work almost immediately.

• A lot like Vander, he loves to watch you sing while you cook or bake. It's such a wonderful sight to see when he comes home from a particularly rough day at the lab.

• Sit outside with him, and sing and dance the night away, with some star gazing thrown in here and there.

"You never told me you could sing. No, no.. please don't stop. You're wonderful, darling."

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Jayce

• Heart eyes.

• Pretty, pretty, please come down to where he makes the hammers and find a beat within the hammer making with whatever tune comes to your head.

• He can sing, I'll die on this hill. He's amazing at it. He's just never told anyone. So there's a lot of you two singing to whatever song he can find to play.

• He enjoys writing little songs with you to sing together. It's your guys' version of a nice date, and you both love it.

• When you two are creating said songs, sometimes you two spice it up by adding some, impossible, theories inside the song, posing them as notes, and then giving them to Viktor to watch him freak out over the absolute terror he feels. You two also love to harmonize, you two are amazing and are constantly singing.

"Ooh! What if we do something about space not being real or a flat earth. He'll go crazy. Yeah, I know it's a little mean, but that's the whole point. Then after we can play some records together?"

˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა 𓂋 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊

Mel

• She's in love. She doesn't sing or hear people sing too often, only for the plays and occasional operas that are held.

• If you're an opera singer, she'll try her hardest to convince you to join the cast of one. She'll be your biggest supporter.

• She won't admit it to anyone, but she has, on multiple occasions, fallen asleep to listening to you sing.

• If you take her up on her idea of joining an opera cast, she'll be a little bit jealous that other people can hear your angelic voice.

• She sings. She's good at it, but she rarely ever feels the need to. That was until she met you. Now, if you offer to help her out with refreshing her skills with singing, you bet she'll almost immediately agree. She says it's so she can get better, but you both know it's just an excuse so she can hear your voice.

"You were amazing out there, love. You had the whole crowd entranced, really. I've never seen someone with such skill before."

˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚₊‧꒰

[watermelonlovershigh]

Chaotic Morning for the Styles Household🤒 🤢 🤮

AN: this tiktok (tw for emetophobes) came on my fyp and it inspired me to write this cute little sick fic. it's a super fluffy sick fic with tons of comfort in it. i hope you enjoy. my next fic i'm hoping to write a smut because i miss writing smut. so be excited for that. anyways, enjoy and make sure to leave your feedback. xoxo

This story contains: very brief mentions of sex, sick kid, fever, throw up, comfort

{ dadrry - husband!harry - softrry - au!harry - Josie > [Jo-see] }

word count- 1,421

Your normal morning routine of having a peaceful cuddle in bed with Harry before he has to get ready for work, gets interrupted when your daughter Josie comes into your bedroom complaining of not feeling well, which leads to other parts of your regular routine getting disrupted, making Harry ultimately late for work.

Every morning while Harry is getting ready for work, you and your four-year-old daughter Josie, wake up to greet him as he walks out the door. Although Harry has told you that it's not necessary to wake up so early just to kiss him goodbye, Josie is generally awake at that time anyways.

Normally after Harry's alarm goes off at five thirty am, you both have a few moments of alone time in bed, where you share cuddles, kisses, or occasionally a sleepy shag. However, today was different. Immediately following his alarm, Josie burst into your bedroom. You and Harry sat up, observing her as she approaches your bed while turning on the side lamp.

Josie reaches your side of the bed and softly complains, "Mummy, I don't feel very good." You glance down with concern and assist her onto the mattress, where she settles in between you and Harry.

Frowning, you question, "How baby?"

Harry reaches over to place his hand on her tiny forehead and is taken back with how hot her skin feels. "Oh love, you're burning up."

Josie turns to you with tired eyes and answers your question, "My tummy hurts and I'm tired and very cold."

"Oh no," you frown over at Harry, hating to see your baby girl not feeling well, before continuing on, "sounds like you might be coming down with a sick bug. How about we let daddy get ready for work while I take you to the kitchen to get some medicine? Hopefully that'll help you feel better."

Josie's so weak and tired that all she does is nod her head, too sick to put up a fight. Usually she hates taking medicine.

"Baby," Harry addresses to you, "r' you sure I should even go to work? I might need to stay home and help care for her." One thing that's clear about Harry is his unwavering commitment to you and Josie. He consistently places your needs above his or his job and is always willing to take off work or leave early when you need him, no matter the reason.

Shaking your head, you retort, "No, H. I can handle her today. I'm sure it's just a little virus. But if I need you, I'll call you. And I'll keep you updated on how she is throughout the day."

Hesitantly, Harry gets out of bed to take a shower, while you bring Josie to the kitchen to give her some medicine in hopes of reducing her fever and achy tummy. After she's taken her medication, you curl up with her on the couch and watch cartoons until Harry comes down the stairs, briefcase in hand, now dressed in his black suit and polished shoes.

You get up from the couch, holding Josie on your hip, and walk to the front door to say goodbye to your husband, a ritual you follow every morning. Usually, the house is filled with laughter and funny remarks, but with a sick child, the atmosphere is considerably quieter.

"Still think I should stay home." Harry argues with a frown. He hates when his baby girl isn't feeling well, and just wants to snuggle with her in bed all day.

"I know, but she'll be alright," you say, standing on your tiptoes with your lips pursed, wanting a kiss. Harry leans in with Josie in between the two of you, and softly kisses your lips. After stepping away, he keeps his arm close enough to caress Josie's warm back.

"Poor baby, wish you were feelin' better. Makes me sad when you're sick. How'r you feelin' now, m'little love?" Right after he asks her the question, a wet cough comes from her, and in an instant, Josie is throwing up over your shoulder and onto the floor. Rather than instinctively jerking her away, you opt to hold her steady, careful not to disturb her already upset stomach. You can clean the floor later, that isn't an issue.

You replace Harry's hand with your own, softly massaging her back as she begins to be sick once more. "Shhh, it's okay. You're okay." you whisper reassuringly. Harry stands next to you, briefcase still in his hand, feeling helpless as he observes his four-year-old in distress. Once she's finished puking, Josie releases a heart-wrenching cry. Being so young, the experience of throwing up is quite terrifying for her.

"Are you finished, baby?" Harry inquires, as he tenderly moves the hair that has become stuck to her sweaty face. Josie's intense crying makes it impossible for her to answer her daddy's question.

"I'll take her to the bathroom for a shower, and then I'll come back down to clean this up." you tell Harry, knowing he needs to leave for work or else he'll be late.

"Absolutely not." he disagrees, "You go take her to shower and I'll clean this up before I leave."

"But you'll be late." you spit back, not in a mean way but in a concerned way.

"I don't care if m' late. My daughter's just been sick on the floor and m' not gonna let you clean you, her, and the floor up if m' here to help."

To avoid further arguments, you nod and began bringing Josie upstairs to the master bathroom and remove both of your clothing. Her vomit has stained the back of your shirt and splattered on the heels of your feet. Motherhood has equipped you with the ability to handle such situations with grace. Before having Josie, this would have totally freaked you out, but now, you're cool as a cucumber, even if its gross.

After you've removed both of your clothes, you assist her into the shower and start to wash both her and yourself. Typically, you don't share showers or baths with her anymore, but given her illness, she requires the help and it wouldn't be practical to do so while wearing clothes soiled with puke. Plus, you're her mother, it's nothing she hasn't seen before.

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Downstairs, Harry has set his briefcase on the sofa while he collets the proper cleaning supplies to clean the floor. He makes sure to be extra careful not to get puke on his suit or else he'll have to change, and he doesn't have time for that. He's already gonna be late for work, but he doesn't want to add on to that lateness with something that can be avoided.

While Harry would like to say that being a parent has given him a strong stomach, this is not entirely the case. He can manage gross situations to some extent, but cleaning up chunky vomit off the floor is quite a challenging task. Regardless, he does it to spare you from the responsibility so you can focus on taking care of Josie.

Once he's cleaned and sterilized the floor to kill any germs, Harry secures the garbage bag containing the used paper towels and mopping pad and discards it in the outside bin. He then comes back inside and goes up stairs to ensure that you're both alright before he reluctantly leaves for work. What he finds makes him really not want to go to work today.

Standing in doorway of your bedroom, he catches sight of Josie in the middle of your bed, fast asleep, her wet curls scattered over the pillow. Then you, lying next to her, watching her as she sleeps. Harry quietly walks in and moves to your side of the bed. He leans down to give you a kiss and whispers, "I've cleaned up the floor downstairs. Poor baby, has she been sick anymore?"

Looking up, you respond, "Thank you, and no, just that once downstairs. I gave her more medicine so hopefully it'll stay down. But I'll call you if she gets sick again. Love you."

"That's good. And I love you too, baby. Love Josie as well. So much. Kills me to see her so poorly. But she's in the best hands. Best muma to my baby."

"Thank you, Harry. That's so sweet of you to say. Best husband and daddy to our little girl as well."

After saying goodbye one last time and leaning over the middle of the bed to place a kiss on Josie's warm forehead, he finally leaves for work. He'd much rather stay at home and cuddle his sick baby all day, but with you being a stay-at-home mom, he must go make the money that allows you the privilege to stay at home and not have to worry about working yourself.

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My Masterlist Masterpost

[shotmrmiller]

soulmate au part 1

john price x f!reader

wc: 1.2k

unedited, forgive my mistakes.

since you were born, your world has been grey. you never thought anything of it, until at school, they started teaching you colours. the only ones in the room that could see more than just different shades of grey, apart from the teacher, were identical twins.

weird.

you went home and asked your parents.

"we are born missing half of ourselves. we have a fated one, and when you meet them, your world will look the way it was meant to."

oh. but... "in class, there were twins that could see colour. what about them?"

they look surprised for a second until your dad softly explains. "in rare instances, the soulmate bond will be platonic. which makes sense in this case, because twins grow up with a connection regular people like us will never understand."

you nod and lower your gaze to look at your shoes. you wonder if the person meant for you is interested in junie b. jones books like you are.

-

in high school, you crush on this pretty girl— a cheerleader. her hair is long and beautiful, her face is small and round, and she's so kind. just your type.

but no colour stains your vision, so you burrow your emotions deep and mourn the loss of what could've been.

-

in college, one of your friends ask you if you've met your soulmate yet.

"no, not yet," you lament. what she says after freezes the blood in your veins.

"my mom knew someone whose soulmate was already dead before they had even been born," she comments while stabbing a grape tomato with her fork. "it was really tragic, because she'll never know what it's like to know a love that has no equal."

your heart is in your throat, and you find it hard to swallow the food in your mouth.

what if your soulmate is already dead? oh, god. you might just throw up. your friend doesn't seem to notice the change in your demeanor and continues to babble carelessly about how she knew someone that knew someone who's soulmate had turned out to be a murderer.

oh my fucking god.

you quickly run to the bathroom and throw up your lunch.

how cruel is the universe? to have no control over who is meant to be for you.

you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and lean against the stall of the bathroom. you should've known that this soulmate business was too good to be true.

cupping your hands, you rinse the taste of bile out of your mouth before walking back to your friend who stayed in her seat.

"jesus, you look terrible, you alright?" she asks.

running your fingers through your hair, you huff. "i've certainly been better. just got a bit nauseous, nothing serious. maybe it's a stomach bug."

"oooh, you better not be pregnant! what of your dreams of working in the medical field?"

you giggle at her response. "that'd be impossible unless i'm the virgin mary."

she gapes comically then leans in and whispers, "you're lying! don't tell me you haven't dated anyone just because they weren't your soulmate."

you shrug, and keep your eyes fixed on your half-eaten plate of food. "i don't really wanna talk about it, if that's alright with you. besides, you've got bigger things to worry about, like the upcoming exam for mr. richardson."

slapping a hand to her forehead, she exclaims, "oh, shit! i totally forgot! shit!"

you watch her inhale the rest of her salad and toss her trash before waving goodbye and sprinting toward the library.

with a sigh, you look down at your food. grey. lifeless. shaking your head, you pick up your plate and toss it in the bin.

you decide to focus solely on your studies. you have dreams of being a doctor and pining after someone you haven't even met yet would only serve as a distraction.

--

your white coat grazes your calves as you walk toward your new patient. standing outside the room, you pick up the clipboard.

Price, John. 34, Active Military.

he's the head of the task force! god, you've only heard stories of them from the other medics on base who have met them, so to finally come face to face with the man, the myth, the legend? you wipe your clammy hands on the fabric of your scrubs and clear your throat.

be professional, be professional. he's just another patient, it's no big deal.

rapping your knuckles on the door, you wait a second before twisting the knob with a shaky hand. you nervously keep your eyes on the clipboard as you walk in.

"good morning, captain price."

"mornin', doc," he rumbles.

oh, his deep voice just might be the end of you.

"you don't sound all that happy to be here, captain," you tease while flipping through his medical history papers.

he lets out a low chuckle, and you squeeze your thighs together at the sound. delicious.

"nothin' personal, doc. just don't like bein' here, you understand."

lightly laughing at his joke, you finally steel your nerves and look up at him.

only to have your vision bleed in something you don't understand. is that colour? is this what colour looks like?

the clipboard drops, clattering to the floor. john— being the courteous gentleman that he is— quickly kneels to grab it and lifts his head as he hands it to you.

he freezes in place, the clipboard slipping from his hands as he stares at you.

you thickly swallow, and dumbly question, "do you...has your....colour? can you see colour?"

unblinking, john's eyes are fixated on you as he remains silent.

your eyes dart around to take in his features. his brightly-coloured eyes are framed by lines that hint at his age, his strong jaw adorned by a mutton-chop beard. his nose is specked with a beauty mark.

"what colour are your eyes, captain?" you softly ask.

he closes his mouth and takes in a sharp breath. "i've been told they're blue."

"blue," you smile. the eyes of your soulmate are blue.

but then, your delighted smile melts off your face, in horror.

there's a shiny band on his finger. he's married.

john price, your soulmate, is fucking married.

your vision distorts with the tears that threaten to spill and bite your bottom lip to stop it from trembling. it feels like there are shards of glass in your lungs, cutting you open with each quivering breath you take. your pain is red-hot, searing under your skin, flowing through your veins like molten lead.

john knows exactly what you're looking at.

"love—" he starts but you cut him off swiftly.

"don't. you don't owe me anything, captain. uhm, but uh... maybe it's best that we switch your doctors, yeah? conflict of interest, and all that."

you all but run away, away from that room, from him.

how terribly unlucky.

you head towards your office, which is down the hall, and slam the door closed. only then, do you cry, and mourn what should've been.

[deathbxnny]

Hola! Can I request headcanons for (female, but can be gender neutral if that’s what you’re comfortable writing) reader asking Vi and Jinx (separately) to hold and cuddle them to sleep? :3 reader is a cuddle bug !

Jinx and Vi cuddling you!

I'm unfortunately still very sick and suffering, but I had a small burst of energy to write something, so here you go, guys, and thank you for your patience! It means alot to me!<33

Content: Fluff, established romantic relationships, sfw

Reader is asked to be female, but no pronouns are mentioned.

((Not proofread))

》VI

She gets a bit flustered the first few times you ask her for some cuddles. It's not like she doesn't want to, but after years of being touch-starved and stuck in prison, she has a hard time relaxing easily.

However, she'll push aside her worries for your comfort, as she just wants to see you happy and content. Holding you in her arms becomes a comfort to her over time and eventually something she looks forward to after a hard day of work.

Vi is definitely a big spoon and prefers to hold you more than the other way around. That way, her mind can stay at ease, and she can protect you if something happens.

She'll never admit this, but she watches you fall asleep often with a small smile on her face. She feels pride knowing that you feel safe enough with her to fall asleep so fast and easily like this.

》JINX

Chances are that she asks to cuddle first way before you get to do that. She could cuddle you all day if you'd let her, not caring if there is work to do or not. If you ask her first, expect to not leave the bed for hours to come.

She definitely clinges onto you tightly with unsurprising strength and holds you in any position you want. She's not picky as long as she gets to be near you.

Jinx never let's her guard down even when asleep, so total relaxation is kind of impossible. Her gun is always close by for any lurking dangers. But she's content with seeing you sleep... yes, she absolutely does watch you sleep and loves it.

Your cuddle/nap times become an important and sacred part of her day that she's unwilling to go without. She's extremely grumpy and irritable otherwise.

[itstheghostofmypast]

Boiling Point

College AU Choi Jongho x (F)Reader

Summary: Crawling back to you, ever thought of calling when you've had a few? Cause he always did- enough for him to fall sick.

Genre: Hurt + Comfort

Word Count: 1.8K

Est. Read Time: 9 min

Warnings: Language

Rating: PG-13

Type: One-shot

Networks: @k-labels

Banner: @cafekitsune

Song Rec: Do I Wanna Know- Artic Monkeys

A/N: I can not explain how much I hate this man for battling with the other Choi I'm obsessed with- my laptop isn't even working and I typed this like a raccoon since morning till noon. Yes, I prefer the original song more.

“He's sick.”

Mentally, yes, Choi Jongho was sick, at least according to you. Though to your knowledge, his current physical well-being was not at its finest. The golden boy who was never sick, never later and never wrong - though he did prove to be an idiot. Those two words were all it took for you to pull your hand out of your ‘date's’, looking up at him as he smiled at you with a knowing look, nodding at the direction of your object of infatuation and frustration.

You rang the doorbell, before looking into the paper bag, you had brought various things; ibuprofen, cough syrup, tissues, chocooates- honestly you didn't know what kind of bug he had but you knew why he was sick. You were about to ring the doorbell again, but the door opened, catching you off guard, a cuter version of Rudolf in front of you, sniffling as he looked away, mumbling, “What do you want?”

“My god, you are sick,” you sighed, moving in without his invitation, squeezing past him and the door, giving him a small smile, trying to ignore his bloodshot eyes and quivering lip.

With a heavy groan he slammed the door shut, not in the mood to deal with you right now, yet here he was walking into the open kitchen as he slouched against the counter, the creak of his barstool catching your attention as you dumped the contents of the premade soup in the water only for him to sigh, “You need to let it reach its boiling point first.”

“Sometimes it's better to handle things without reaching a definite reaction point.” You mumbled, stirring the pot with a wooden spoon, watching the contents slowly dissolve, too afraid to look at him. Honestly, you thought he had moved on. Why else would he have not reacted when you told him about your date. He had always been very expressive and vocal about things he didn't like, never bottling up his feelings of disapproval. Initially, you had found him very rude, even complaining to Hongjoong about how his ‘friend’, was actually a rude a-hole who'd take advantage of the group because he was the youngest. A bit far-fetched for sure, but who could blame you? Nobody likes overhearing someone complain about them.

“I'm telling you, hyung, she's only friends with you because she wants a good grade.”

“Jongho, we've been friends since school, trust me, if anything, I became friends with her to pass 4th grade math.”

Unknown to either of them, you had walked into the room when they were having this conversation. Mind you, the library is no place for gossip. What Choi Jongho did not expect, but Kim Hongjoong did expect, was for you to confront them.

“If you don't like me, just say it. I won't waste my efforts trying to befriend you.”

Jongho had been too stunned to speak. Confrontation was not his strong suit, especially when it involved someone he wasn't particularly close to, and yes, once you had stormed out, he had felt horrible. He had asked Hongjoong for advice who had told him to let you be, “It'll pass. She'll cool down eventually.”

Only you didn't. Instead, you had decided to ignore him, and for some reason, that bothered him tremendously. You had ignored him during a group presentation, only talking to him if no one was around to convey your message, only smiling at him during the presentation and once that was done you walked away like he didn't exist. You had turned down a few invites because of him, and if somehow Hongjoong had convinced you to come, you'd stick around someone other than him, particularly Yunho. It was weird actually, Yunho just always had something to say to you, and for some reason, you always ended up giggling or smiling at him, for more unforseen yet illogical reason, everytime his eyes would land on your smiling face he wished that it were him who you were laughing with.

So from that day onwards he had slowly started to warm up to you, starting off with approaching you after class, looking at you when you looked right through him, only to frown when he didn't move out of your way, instead he mumbled an apology, cringing when you scoffed, “What was that? I didn't hear you?” Oh, you had heard him alright, but you weren't going to let him off easy just because most of his friends babied him -

“I said I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed such things about you, especially when I didn't know you well enough.”

That's all it took, though. You were confrontational, but you were also an uncannily forgiving person. A decent apology and your brain would reboot, something Jongho had realised when you had brought cookies to a study session in the library, making sure to give him one with a smile- a smile that had him gulping down his heart that had been climbing up his throat to run to its new owner. He was glad you were like this, though. He'd cringe at the thought of what he had said about you every time he'd think about it and hear you were, pretending it had never happened. One thing was for sure now, Jongho didn't want to say anything to upset you because deep down, he had realised he was smitten.

“Didn't you have a date?” He sighed, pressing his forehead against the cool counter top, everything hurt. His head, his joints, his back, his shoulders, his heart-

“Sit up straight, Choi Jongho.” You huffed, placing the bowl of warm soup in front of the crouching boy, “And it wasn't a date, can't a guy and girl just be friends?”

With a groan, he sat up, rubbing his neck like an old man, damn, that's what he gets for making fun of his hyung. He frowned and looked at her before glancing down at the soup, mumbling as usual, “Not if that guy is Yunho.”

You paid no mind to his grumbling. He was a bit under the weather. You knew that, and if your suspicions were right, you knew why he was sick. You weren't going to bring it up though, you were following Yunho’s advice, and at this point, you weren't sure if it had backfired or- you clicked your tongue at the mess in his room God, sometimes you wanted to best him up - he'd been spending too much time with Hongjoong.

You picked up the blanket and tossed it back on the bed before going to the window and opening it, letting fresh air into the room. A bit of cross ventilation didn't hurt anyone.

Jongho sniffled as he stared at his empty bowl, he could hear your muffled complaining, talking about how much of a mess he had made- it was ironic how she didn't realise the mess she has made of him, moping around, drowning in self pity at the thought of her slipping through his fingers. He heaved off the stool, trying to keep his balance as he dragged his feet to his bedroom, where he saw you fluffing the pillows. Could you fluff his heart like that, too?

You looked up at him and frowned, about to say something, he looked worse than before, “Jjong, how about we go to the doctor-YOU PSYCHO!”

Your shriek caused his head to ache, but it didn't matter. His heart was already in more pain. He was rolling on the bed, kicking the blanket to roll into it like a burrito before grabbing a pillow and grumbling, “I wanna sleep.”

Shaking your head in disbelief you slapped his shoulder, hard enough for him to glare up at you, pushing the blanket aside to say something only for you to cut him off, “Can you stop being so stubborn and say it already!?”

“Say what!?” He spat back only for his breath to hitch when he saw the way you deflated, your shoulders slumping as she sat on your knees on the mattress, twirling your thumbs before staring at the blanket between the two of you, “Nothing.”

You were about to leave when he gripped your wrist, causing you to turn and glance at him mumbling, “Jongho…you're burning up, let's-”

“Please don't go…” he mumbled before pulling you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck, ignoring how you squeaked, though he noticed how you sighed against him, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, fingers tangling in his tuft of soft unruly hair.

“You wanna talk about it?” You sighed, closing your eyes when he pulled you closer, shaking his head.

“Why, Jjong?”

“Don't…wanna upset you.” He sighed, trying not to think of the image of you frowning of him, the thought of you avoiding him because of his selfishness.

“I won't be…Jongho…Nothing’s ever stopped you before from speaking your mind-”

“I don't wanna be selfish, okay? I'd…rather we be friends than nothing at all.” You ducked down to look at him, only for him to avert his gaze, moving so he was closer to you, snuggled in your embrace.

“I don’t think I'd let just a friend press himself against me like that, you dumbo.”

Your words caused his grip to tighten, a day chuckle leaving his body, when he felt you move a bit, enough for your head to lay on the pillow, staring at the wall, gently scratching his scalp, as he whispered against your skin, “I kinda want to be more…”

“Me too, Jjong…”

You got to no reaction from him, smiling when you noticed how he had dozed off, his body relaxing against yours, completely vulnerable to your touch- oh Choi Jongho, what an idiot, a man who was actually sick because of love- he was love sick. Maybe, if he hadn't let it simmer for so long, it wouldn't have boiled out. Who knew he was afraid of Yunho wooing you, when clearly, he had been trying to convince you that Jongho was a great guy, who actually liked you- he was only unable to “comprehend” how much he had liked you.

You smiled to yourself before kissing the top of his head, mumbling a, “Get well soon, you silly goose.” Before drifting off to a comfortable sleep.

Though that didn't last long, because you were rudely shook out of your blissful sleep, cracking open and eye to glare at the pink faced man with a his hair pointing at every direction, as if it were electrocuted by your love-

“You were serious, right?”

You scoffed at his question before turning to your side, pulling the blanket closer, ignoring the moron who was hovering over you, only for him to peck your cheek and jump off the bed, leaving you stunned as you whipped around like a mad woman- the balls this man had-

“Welp, guess I feel better already, tell you what, I'm gonna go shower and change and then we can go out and eat something.”

You raised your brows at the man in front of you, his hands on hips as he smirked at you, causing you to sigh and close your eyes, “Thought you were sick.”

“Turns out all I needed was a nice warm hug!” He yelled, walking out of the room, adding something that had her sit up all embarrassed and flushed, “AND THOSE SOFT PILLOWS REALLY GAVE ME AN ENERGY BOOST!”

God, he was an idiot…but…he was her idiot.

[alchemistc]

There's been something about the woobification of Buck that's been sitting on the tip of my tongue for weeks now, and I think I've finally figured it out.

This is, of course, mostly in reference to the moral outrage about a decade-ish (give or take) age gap between two adult men and the infantalization of one said grown man, so all the puritanism isn't really coming from a place of good faith anyway, but here's the thing that's been bugging me that I couldn't quite put a finger on until now.

Buck has people he goes to for certain things. He has, what are in his mind, experts in the field for most of the things he can't think through on his own, that he goes to for a sounding board.

He went to Hen to talk through the sperm donor dilemma for a few reasons that made sense to him. 1) She's a mom. She has very much had to deal with the reality of 'giving up' children she considered her own. Buck is aware that he would be giving up something that could mean something to him, and he wants to talk to someone who has some insight into that. 2) She's dealt with IVF. She knows the risks, she knows the trials and tribulations, she knows about this thing that he is thinking about agreeing to be a part of so she's going to have a fuller grasp on the enormity of everything this process entails.

And they drink about it. Hen gives him what she can and cautions him where she thinks she should and they continue to talk about it and regardless of what SHE thinks, he makes his mind up in part because he got to talk to his Expert.

Bobby is often his go to when he feels like he's losing his grip on things. He's seen Bobby staring down the bottom of the bottle. He's seen the work he's done to pull himself back into the world, and he's seen the way he fights for his family, his people. Buck leans on him in times of questioning himself because he knows Bobby has pulled himself off the ledge with bleeding hands and a bleeding heart.

He reaches out to Maddie about interpersonal shit constantly. We see it all the way back in S2 when he's starting to question what the hell he's still doing in Abby's apartment, and that never really changes. She's the one with advice for him when he's angry with his parents, upset with the firefam, worried about his friends, or just generally concerned with the way he's perceived by people or how he perceives the world. He goes to her when he's embarrassed, ashamed, because he knows she won't judge him for it. She'll call him out, for sure, but she's not going to look at him differently when she knows he's done something he considers bad behavior.

When he goes to her during the Tommy arc, he's there for one reason he'll admit, and another she has to ferret out. 1) He lied to his best friend and he doesn't know why. 2) Oh yeah he went on a date with a dude that's not strange WHY IS THAT STRANGE I'VE ALWAYS BEEN AN ALLY PLEASE DON'T PULL BACK THE CURTAIN - and Maddie is there with two things: 1) It's not weird but it IS new and something you clearly haven't worked through all the way which is why 2) you'll tell Eddie when you're ready

And Eddie is sort of his go-to to bounce ideas off of. Eddie is his Buck expert. Eddie is the guy who can sort through all the bullshit and who sees Buck for exactly who he is, every time, regardless of what Buck himself is thinking. Eddie is his best friend, and he knows the good the bad and the ugly better than anyone else. He is also, quite frankly, the one Buck seeks out to help him contextualize all of his romantic feelings for people. Eddie's the guy he talks to when he's interested in someone, when he's falling for someone, he's the guy through which Buck filters his love interests into the firefam. I do the same shit with my best friend. It's instinct to want the person you consider the expert on you to meet the person you are interested in, it's instinct to want them to like each other, to get along. Buck knows Eddie loves him (in whatever way you see that love, Buck knows Eddie loves him) and he wants this person who loves him to be at least an active listener as he talks himself through the minefield of relationships. I do also think that up until the events of season seven, Buck considers Eddie sort of an expert on that traditional love-marriage-kids-white-picket-fence relationship Buck thinks he's striving for - in a very naive way, because obviously the wasn't what Eddie and Shannon had and Buck knows that, but he's probably fed some of Eddie's rose colored reminiscences back into that notion.

When he comes out to Eddie he's got two worries. 1) I lied to you and I figured out why but I'm still a little worried you think it's weird and 2) I screwed it up with someone I really like and I don't know where to go from here.

And Eddie (Buck expert) reassures him that just because it's new and unexpected doesn't make it strange, that it doesn't change anything in their friendship. And then he gets right to the heart of it - if you like him you should reach out and tell him that. He doesn't know you like we do but if you give him the chance to, he'll love you as much as we do. If he doesn't give it the same shot you want to he's the idiot.

With all that context in mind, Buck isn't seeking out Tommy's attention because he wants an authority figure, or someone to take care of him, someone to guide him through sex or love or relationship dynamics or any of the other random shit I've seen ppl infantalizing Buck about.

What he's looking for, and what he ultimately tells Tommy he'd like to pursue, is a partnership. Someone to walk (or more likely for Buck, speedrun) through experiences together. The Athena to his Bobby, the Chim to his Maddie, the Karen to his Hen.

So every time I see someone infantalizing Buck for seeking out a relationship with an older man for X or Y reason, I'm just like - no. He has Bobby, Hen, Maddie, Eddie, Chim etc for that. He doesn't want or need Tommy for that. He is a grown ass man who has built these strong relationships with his peers and his mentors and he is so fucking aware of that because he reaches for their help any time he feels the urge for a helping hand.

So yeah, Tommy's older. Yes, Tommy has more experience with his sexuality than Buck. And that - that's really it. Buck's been in the same career for more than half a decade. He's lived on his own since he was no older than 19/20. He's had serious relationships, he has a rich and fulfilling life. There is no power imbalance in the relationship between Buck and Tommy.

And while the age gap may be a bit of a draw for Buck, it's not WHY he's attracted to Tommy. We know because he's told Maddie. He's cool. He's interesting. He's confident. He has a cleft.

Buck isn't going into this waiting for someone older and more experienced to take the fucking reins. He felt like he clicked with Tommy, like there was an immediate connection, and yes, Tommy had to kiss him about it for Buck to actually figure out what it was he was experiencing, but from that point on it was all on Buck (and the people he leans on for advice) to help him sort through.

Tommy didn't do shit other than pump the brakes and try to give Buck the space he thought he needed to decide what he was ready for. Buck (again, with the help of his experts - Maddie for the emotional piece of it, Eddie for the Buck of it all) did the work on his own. Tommy didn't swoop in and overbearingly hold his hand through a sexual awakening. He kissed him, asked him out, realized he wasn't ready, stepped back and then checked in multiple times when Buck came back at it going 120 miles an hour.

And then he did everything he could to prove to Buck he wanted the same thing - a partner, someone to talk to, and lean on, and flirt with and rely on to show up whenever they could feasibly manage it (and sometimes when it's a little unfeasible too).

The narrative even acknowledges that Buck had no reason to go to Bobby in this scenario, when he often would, and lays out exactly why.

Within the canon of this particular arc, we're meant to see this as Buck realizing he has the experience necessary to think these things through on his own. This is Buck finally taking control of something that's always felt like it fell into his lap a bit. This is Buck doing more than treading water until his legs give out.

And minimizing that growth bc you personally don't like the LI he's pursuing is gross at best. At worst it's something much more insidious.

[ssahotchnerr]

Aaron and reader on their daughter’s first day of preschool 🥺 aaron is super protective and is like “why can’t we homeschool her??”

baby steps

THAT'S ADORABLE cw; fem!reader, girl!dad aaron, brief mentions of food, reader and aaron are married

when it came to baby girl hotchner starting school - a feat that once felt like was forever away - you assumed aaron would be the pillar of strength, especially after going through the same with jack a few years ago. you would have bet money he would've been the one persuading you out of the house, tossing reassurances left and right, getting you to smile through the tears; the voice of reason.

but, you were wrong.

from the moment your daughter was laid in aaron's arms, she wholeheartedly and completely had him wrapped around her little finger. and so the morning of her first day, aaron, the ever prompt riser, seemed to get out of bed much slower than usual. he was going to the office a bit late so he could see her off to school, but even on his days off would he be up before his alarm.

shockingly, and perhaps for the very first time since you have known him, aaron had hit snooze. just once, though, for five minutes.

likewise he sluggishly had gotten ready for the day, and now he was merely a shadow - following you around until it was time to wake the kiddos up.

"sweetheart?"

"hm?" you hummed in question, sealing the ziploc containing jack's sandwich.

"look at this."

after securing the bag into jack's lunch box, you glanced in aaron's direction, only to find him holding up her tiny, purple backpack. on his face, the most broken hearted expression there ever was.

"can't we homeschool her?" aaron asked, his voice the equivalent to a whine.

"yeah." you snorted out a laugh, grabbing another baggie for baby girl's snack. "with all the free time we have."

he continued to silently poke around as you finished preparing jack's lunch. it was only a matter of time until he found something else to mournfully point out.

"honey." next in hand, her brand new pair of sneakers (a small pair of pink converse, courtesy of uncle spencer) which looked absolutely minuscule in those hands of his.

"they're just shoes. she has how many pairs?" you teased gently, fighting the urge to succumb to tears yourself, courtesy of your husband.

"they're school shoes."

"you better quit it, or you're going to make me cry." with your index finger, you indicated for aaron to come. once he was in reach, you pulled him to you, wrapping your arms around his middle.

aaron instinctively placed a kiss on the top of your head, mumbling into your hair afterwards. "our little girl is growing up, isn't she?"

"she'll only be gone for three hours. three times a week at that." you toyed with his tie soothingly, and he released a deep sigh. "she'll still be your little girl when she gets back, i promise."

the look on his face was still utterly unconvinced - head cocked a bit to the side, eyebrows pulled, his lips almost begging to retake shape of his previous pout.

"now c'mon, let's go get our bugs up for their first day." you gave aaron an enthusiastic smile, to which he couldn't help but smile back - your smile was his weakness - releasing your hold on him.

but at the loss of contact, and at the next action at hand, a small groan escaped him. as you trekked up the stairs, you peered behind, making sure he was following you.

he was, and mumbling under his breath.

"god how am i going to survive when she's off to kindergarten?"

[kissyrafe]

── introducing . . . fisherman's!daughter!reader 🎣 ⋆·˚ ༘ *

loves . . . fishin'. seashells. the lake. hiking. summer. tanning on the dock. the scent of pine. the neighbourhood. silver jewelry. sardine tattoos. swimming. woven yarn bracelets. s'mores by the bonfire. crabs. coca cola. mud fights. mac miller. polaroids. florida kilos. noah kahan. bass. dragon flies.

౨ৎ pogue!fisherman's!daughter!reader loves the spring because that's when her favorite fish come back around. and she has memories of her and her dad going out to the dock in early may to fish together when she was just a little kid. she actually decided to bring rafe to the same dock after they started dating, so now every spring they go back and fish all day, bringing all kinds of drinks and snacks while sitting on the sand.

౨ৎ pogue!fisherman's!daughter!reader always comes back to the lake house with bug bites all over her body after a long day of being outside and enjoying the sun. red bumps appear on her skin by dinner time as she itches the whole night, but still never puts on bug spray. she doesn't even notice when they leech onto her skin, she's too busy being in the moment before she's dragged back to the outer banks, leaving behind the lake and her love of the forest.

౨ৎ pogue!fisherman's!daughter!reader is a big daddy's girl. she's never had a bond with anyone else like she does with her daddy. most days she's working at the bait shop while her father works outside, but when business is slow she'll step out to visit and pester him. he'll be working on a motor boat just bought in to fix and she'll press random buttons and move things around. all while talkin' his ear off. she's always felt most comfortable around her daddy, so she just says whatever's on his mind. and he doesn't mind anything she does, really, that's his little girl after all.

౨ৎ pogue!fisherman's!daughter!reader is constantly getting hit on at work. she's a very charismatic person so guys will often shoot their shot with her at the counter. she'll flash a sneaky smile at them before flirting back, maybe by giggling at their jokes or looking nervously cute. but by the end of their conversation when she gets hit with a "call me" as the guy leaves, she'll forget them by the time she rings up the next customer.

works . . .

##01 pogue!fisherman's!daughter!reader meeting rafe for the first time

this is my first !reader, but feel free to req her!

[hazbin-a-helluvamagines]

Helllooo Verosika Mayday with sweet tomboy gf?🥹 isn't afraid to kick ass when someone talks shit about Vero tho!! thankies in advance<33

"Princess Charming" ; Verosika Mayday

Not gonna lie, Verosika would LOVE having a girlfriend that's a total tomboy, because then you're the complete opposite of her. And you know what they say: opposites attract.

And like a moth to a flame, she was.

She found your rambunctious yet sweet disposition to be really appealing to her, and she immediately came up to flirt with you... cheesily.

"Heya, sexy~. You come here often~?"

Of course, flustered, you just kind of stuttered back. This was THE Verosika Mayday, flirting with you!

Luckily, you two grew accustomed to each other quickly, and soon started dating.

She'd be the type to steal all your hoodies, honestly. Picture that one communist Bugs Bunny meme: "our hoodie".

She'll also cling onto your arm, especially in public, so people know her sweet girlfriend is HERS.

She's honestly so used to your sweet little gestures that she gets petty if you don't do them.

No cheek kiss before a concert?

"Oh, you forget my kisses and now expect me to remember yours when I have a good show?"

Honestly though? It doesn't last long. Just give her some make-up kisses and cuddles, and she'll be right back to adoring you as usual.

She's also a little surprised by your protective side, especially when it's over her.

All the guy was doing was calling her a slut, not something she's unused to hearing being a succubus in Hell and all, but when you actually lunged at the guy and basically kicked his ass, she had to so a double-take.

Her sweet little S/O, did THAT??? Surely she saw it wrong.

Nope, the guy's on the floor, even after she blinks twice.

"S/O? What the hell was that? That was... oddly hot."

And you once again blush and stutter! She finds it amusing that you could shamelessly beat a man into the ground, and yet become so flustered when she said she found it attractive. It was so sweet, yet so adorable.

Since then, though, she made sure to praise both your protective side and your sweet side, reminding you how much she loves both sides of your personality.

[kari-sims]

All the sims from my girl's only occult orphanage i posted recently. I've been making them for a while now, and i'm currently going through the arduous building of the massive place where they'll live, which i was not prepared for (´｡• ◡ •���`) thanks sm for the support on them, i'm happy you guys liked them! Also special thanks to all the cc creators, who idk what i would be without ♡

added some details about them bellow if anyone's interested (it's a wee bit long).

Characters:

Headmaster

Ruby: Despite her stern appearance, she's a lovely person who just wants to motivate the girls into following their goals, since she didn't have the same treatment growing up as an orphan herself. She'll be doing some paranormal investigation on the side, apart from working on her music to support the orphanage. I will allow small monthly donations to the orphanage as well to help her out. Traits: snob / music lover / family oriented

Teens

Anastasia (fairy): While we don't have fairies (yet!), she'll be learning a variety of skills to max level until she's allowed to learn the art of spellcasting. I'm playing the reaper event with her, so she has a few skills already. Traits: paranoid / practice makes perfect.

Ophelia (vampire): She'll be following the good vampire aspiration because she randomized with the vegetarian trait, so it was only fitting. She doesn't want to waste her immortal years being a meanie who's hated by everybody. Traits: vegetarian / cheerful

Luana (werewolf): Will be following the werewolf aspiration so i can explore that pack better, still unsure what her path will be, but i guess it's fun not knowing. Traits: loyal / lazy

Pre-teens

Bug (zombie): Didn't know what i was going to do with her, until my brother told me to do the strangerville mystery, and i thought it was sooo perfect! Traits: goofball / erratic

Hannah (spellcaster): Making her made me a little bit scared, so of course she'll be an untamed witch following the spellcaster aspiration to be a master of evil someday. Traits: hot-headed / evil

Sky (ghost): Died by lightening while saving a snake during a storm one night, and now they're bound forever. I'm still unsure what she'll do, but she'll work on finding a way to either enjoy her death or come back to life. If i get the new EP someday then i might explore it with her, but for now i'm okay having her roaming around. Traits: animal enthusiast / gloomy

Children:

Aloe (plant sim): I'll be checking out the new expanded plantsims mod with her, which is something i've been wanting to check for a while, it looks so fun! Trait: loves outdoors

Vera (elf): Don't know what i'll be doing with her, but, while i figure that out, she'll be doing all the base game aspirations since i haven't done that before, and being a companion in her plant sim friend's journey. Trait: genius

They'll each be doing their own thing while i explore the packs/mods, and i'll try to focus on only one of them for each sim day until they complete their goals and get adopted/moved out. Oh, and aging will be off, cause i don't want to stress myself. I really want to post some gameplay pics of them with no dialogue probably. I'm not a storyteller, so don't expect much 😅 it'll be just for memory keeping. Thanks if you read all this! This was more of a way for me to keep track of things too if i'm being honest.