#uh huh uh huh uh HUHH

[shloodles]

[ID: a digitally illustrated portrait of james fitzjames from the terror sitting primly with hands in front of him, drawn from the elbows up. he is a slim white man with wavy brown hair, dark eyes, and a long face, wearing a naval uniform with epaulets. he is focused on something, expression eager, almost puppy-eyed, though trying not to seem like it. in hot pink scribbled in the background are several of the lyrics to "Say So" by Doja Cat. end ID]

you want it? SAY SO

[erxsxre]

Aight I see new followers, hit the heart if you'd like something from Aizawa in your inbox and i'll go through the meme's you've reblogged later or something random. Multi's please specify Also open to everyone.

[lumienn]

Is it just me or are fandoms lately becoming more ship-negative? Esp if the canon portrays two characters as platonic - a few years ago it would have made a pretty popular ship and be all over tumblr and YouTube but now it's just? Not? And the fans/viewers are COMPLYING with canon??

?????

[nadiahshaven]

𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭

𖦹 summary: continuation of we leavin.

𖦹 content warning: connie x fem!reader. reader is black-coded. mentions of dumbification. connie has a papi kink.

𖦹 translations: buena chica/good girl

𖦹 word count: 480.

authors note: i feel horrible ab this chi😭 but y’all asked, so i delivered. its quite a quick read so enjoy. and also thank yall for all the love. so so so grateful. te amo!

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“you gon’ listen next time, baby? huh?”

you only nodded in response, the words being taken out of your mouth due to the ecstasy sizzling through your nerves. right after leaving the party, connie didn’t say a word. not on the way to the car, not in the car, and not during the drive home. it pushed a sense of slight fear into you, given he’d never been this silent before. however, when you both got into the house, he said a singular sentence that made you regret pushing your luck at the party.

“im’a show you how to watch ya’ mouth.”

and that’s exactly how you ended up at the edge of the bed, knees beside your head, in nothing but in your black, lace panties that were pulled to the side as connie drove his dick through you like moses when he parted the red sea. he was bowed over you, your sweaty foreheads touching while he gave you your life. your hands were going numb from how tight they gripped onto the sheets below you, having a fistful of some in each hand.

“tell me, ma.” connie repeated, not falling clueless to the way your lips were parted, and eyes almost crossing from how good he was making you feel. you couldn’t even moan properly. just grunts, groans, and heavy pants to express your pleasure.

you wanted to hear him. you wanted to respond. but anytime you tried, he’d hit that one spot inside of your walls that would send you into a state of inexplicable bliss again. connie’s hands were currently interlocked behind your head to keep it from falling back into the mattress, but he moved one in favor of grabbing your jaw with it. his thrusts slowed down from the once fast pace they were at, but became more harsh.

“say it, baby. use ya’ words.” connie coo’ed, the sound of his balls slapping against the fat of your ass in even intervals as he fed you each thrust.

“uh-huhh.“ you nodded, still not being able to put words together. the pace he was going dumbed you up even more, and he could tell too, by the slight squelch of every time he stuffed you, along with your pussy squeezing around him. though, your response still didn’t satisfy him.

“words, i said. i don’t speak in noises.” connie sped back up, in an attempt to snatch an answer from you. with this, he did.

“fuckyess- im’a listen, con-“ you said, but quite incoherently.

“who?” connie stopped completely. you immediately realized your mistake. “fix that.” he said, to which you obliged.

“im’a listen, papi..” you looked up at him with watery eyes. your vision blurred from said water as he started up again, somehow hitting an angle that you didn’t even know existed, snatching your soul from you completely.

“buena chica. now, cum fa’ papi.”

—

[kthecutest]

omgomgggggg can you pls!!!! write bf!jo x short!f!reader? lol everyone is short next to him smh

Yes of course!! ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

✿ Bf!Jo x Short!f!reader ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ

Pairing ➳ Bf!Jo x short!f!reader Genre ➳ Purely fluff ₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎

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This boy will deadass pretend he lost you for a minute with a monotone voice - “Eh- I wonder where did my girlfriend gone of to” when you’re right in front of him. You’d reply with a pout and a yell – “Yah! I’m right here! Excuse me!!” – “haha sorry didn’t see you there, you were just so short so you weren’t in my view range” And then you’d walk off sulking and mumbling angry little words as he chased after you laughing and trying to console you.

Leaves his clothes and outfits out in the living room, folded on the couch just so he could see you wear them. He claims it’s just because he’s too lazy to put them in his closet but you know it’s just an excuse. Why would your neat and organized boyfriend leave out his clothes randomly like this, not to mention they’re folded as if waiting for someone to take a pick readily.

You’re basically drowning in his clothes every time you put them on. His hoodies and shirts were like your dresses. So it was normal for you to just walk around the house with his only his shirt and a pair of shorts or panties. Not that he’s complaining, he loved it whenever you do that and that’s also why he would leave out his clothes for you to wear.

You’d sometimes ask your tall ass boyfriend to teach you how to play basketball since he was an expert at that. He’d teach you but secretly chuckles every time the ball would miss the hoop because you were too short to reach it. You’d be all sulky, speaking in a pouty tone – “yahhh! Stop laughing! ૮₍˶•⤙•˶ ₎ა“ If your aim was simply wrong, he would come behind you and help you aim right, giving you butterflies in your stomach in the process.

You would sometimes wear heels even though you didn’t prefer them. They were simply a pain in the ass but you didn’t wanna look so short beside your over 6ft boyfriend. He would chuckle at your efforts reassuring you that you looked fine the way you are – “you look even cuter when you’re short you know” which made you blush as you tapped his shoulder telling him to stop being a flirt. “I’m just stating the truth~” – he’d get on his knees, taking the heels off of your swollen feet and gently put on some slippers or sneakers after the walk back home, he’d let you lay down on the couch, as he put ointment on your swollen spots and massaged your feet, sulking and telling you not to wear heels next time.

Piggy back rides all the time. “Woah so this is how the view is up here huh” – you spoke in a teasing tone as you enjoyed clinging onto him. He’d laugh at your little comment holding you up tightly so you won’t fall – “enjoying the breeze up there?” Oh and it’s not just piggy back rides but the way he’d carry you bridal style so randomly too out of nowhere. Not that you hated it, in fact you loved it. “Feel like you’re gonna melt in my hands from how small you are hm” – “huhh? Excuse me then I’ll be getting off ( ◡̀_◡́)ᕤ“ He’d quickly hold you back up not allowing you to get off – “nuh uh where’d you think you’re going”

Are we not gonna talk about how you have to either jump up, tell him to bend down or use a stool, every time to kiss him. “I’m gonna break my neck just looking up at you like this” – “hey I’m gonna also break my back bending down to your height like this shortie” – another pouting section for you. He always teased you about your height but he secretly adored that about you too because you just looked so cute and petite to him. At one point you guys would reach a conclusion, where he’d pick you up every time you two were to kiss

[missamyrisa2]

Reading through your blog always makes me feel so needy, not gonna lie… I often imagine myself in those beautifully written scenarios!~

Could… Could you tickle my belly? And then down there too? 🥺 M-My pearl is all yours, ma’am… Please be gentle…

Awwww that's sooo perfectttt~~~ such an adorable wanttttyy thingg huh? Your little pearlyyyy wants attention? Oooh you naughty naughty gigglebuggg~ you know I'm gonna make you bloooom~ you're gonna be wanting it sooo bad and yetttt I'm gonna make you talk about we're gonna have such a fun girly conversation as I back you up waving my feather and scrunching my wiggly fingers at youuuu~ don't try to hide itttt ~ oohh would you look at thatttt you're lifting your shirt for meee did you realize ittt?

You can't help it can ya~ you just love your tickles sooo much~ yes I know you were busy with work but darlingggg that's boring ~ you need to pay attention to me and what I'm doing to your body~ oh it's fineee you can collapse like that all cutely against the couch~ I'll just snuggle up to youuuu like sooo ~ it's funny because someone might think you're the dominant one the way I'm cuddling around you and resting my lips at your neck ~ butttt you're gonna be teased to bitsss I promiseee~

Muuah muahhh kissiesss on your neck and colllar my cuteness~ get you niceee and overloaded blushyyyy so my fingers can squeeeze those sides and get some lovely squeaky gigglessss which is just gonna be perfect for my feather to lap up~ mmhmmm feather feather featherrrrrr~ you can squirm alll you like my feather isn't stopping you nonstop all day gigglerrrr~ you just don't quit huhhh? Look at all these giggliessss~ muuah muahhhh sooo many kissiesss for youuuu yesss let's get those gaspiesss let's raise your levels shall weee?

I know I knowwww I know exactlyyy what these tickles are doing to youuu ~ you're such a naughty wantttty thing aren't youuu? Sooo ticklish and sensitive and your button is just swelling up huhh? Gettting allll throbbbyyyy down there? Are you my throbby wobby? Yesss I know you want tickles right down there don't youuu~ but noooo tickle mama is gonna make you bloooom oh yes she issss yes she isss~

That's not giggly enoughhh~ you have to show my how much you wanttt it darling~ tell me~~ how often do you think about me tickling youuu? How much does it get your pearly all hot and bothered? Yeahhh? You tell me alll about itttt tell me how you want those tickles, how you just wanna beggggg for them and plead for me to make you into a completely melted gasping messsss~!!

Ah ahhhh~ nooope I know you wanna be naughty buttt let meee mhmmm just cooperate with me sweetheart ~ I'll just be taking theseee ~ nope your bottoms and your undies are no goood here ~There we goooo~ look at you with your girly pearl blooming like thattt mmmh let's just go down and inspect ~ tickle mama needs a loooksieee~

Awww does it tickle when I blow little puffs of air on your wanting button? Mmmm? Little invisible clouds fluffing on your throbbing royal button? Yeahhh you want kissies there tooo don't youuuu ~ sooo naughtyyyy ~ uh ohhhh uh oohh where's miss feather going? Where's she gonna goooo? Ooohhhh uh uohh~!! Right on your button oh noooooo!! uh huhhh how's that feel? Feather ticklesss riiiight down your pearllll and side to side and over and overrr and yeahhh tickle tickle tickle!! Don't worry darling darling darling I see your belly bouncing toooo we'll just put this lil finger riiight in your navel and keep your tummy company while miss feather paints up your pearl~!

Mmmh? You gonna? Yeahhh? Gonna gigglecum for me? Maybe the feather can do ittt can the feather do ittt? I think you like when you get tickled like this don't youuu~ awww does it feel gooood? Just the feather tippp tracing your button and my fingers spidering your tummy tum? How aboutttt my feather tracing your bellybutton and my finger liiiiightly tickling your wanting button?~ don't worry I'll be gentle gentle~ but I'm gonna getchaaa oooh yesss I'm gonna gitchie gitchie gooooo youuu~ just my lightest featherlight strokey stroke on your girly button and feather tickles all around your bouncy bellyyy~

and nooooww~ oh yesss ~ you're sooo in for ittt~ because now it's time for plussssh soft kissiessss ever soooo light riiight on your button~!! and don't you worry~ my thumbs will rub your sides and tummy all the way through and we're not stopping until we get that giggly girlygasssm~!!

[thank-heaven-you-asked]

Subs Over Dubs, Except... Huhh

I've watched Stampede subbed a number of times that I have enough dignity not to specify, and I've never consciously had any issue with its translation or localization -- not knowing Japanese, I can only complain about a translation when it can't be understood, so I guess this is more about localization. So I've been fussing with my Hulu account this week and I ended up putting Stampede on in English because why not. You guys... is it just me, or is the dub better?

This is pretty specific -- I don't mean the performances are better. They are very good! It's 2024, most dubs with a budget behind them are good these days. And I have a bias in that I'm extremely familiar with the Japanese performances, so my frowning at lines with different inflections is not a criticism, it's just my face doing a thing. And again, I can't speak to the translation at all (I've read within the last few days that there is some debate over which translation is more accurate vs which is is more palatable -- because, yeah, Knives 's whole... thing is toned down a lot in the dub -- but to this English-speaker they are mostly the same in way of communicating meaning. mostly) I mean that the dub script is considerably better. Easier to follow, the jokes land better, and yeah, it's occasionally translated or least wrestled into understandable English better. I have never encountered this with a dub versus its sub before!

I should have examples. This post is pointless without examples. Um. I've been awake for 25 hours and didn't retain much of what I noticed. I'll follow this up with more, but one example that stood out was Wolfwood's half-improvised prayer over the graves in episode 4. Lemme just pull those up...

Here is the sub's version:

"Okay... O father in heaven... forgive us our sins as we forgive our neighbors. May you accept our fallen brethren and welcome the departed to your... What is it? Welcome them to your... dinner? No, that's a meal. Deliver them unto your... design? No, nobody's talking about fashion. Uh, give us a drive... He's not your chauffer, you idiot."

Meryl interjects with, "Are you really a priest?" Wolfwood says, "I'm no priest. Just an undertaker. Now back off, you're ruining it."

So it's mildly inexplicable that Wolfwood is speaking actual nonsense here, but I've been taking it as a semi-accurate translation of plays on words/puns/cultural jokes about Christianity that Westerners wouldn't be in on -- you know, typical translation nightmares. Not a big deal. And as Westerners, we're more familiar with Christianity, and I kind of figured the joke wouldn't land anyway.

And here's the dub's version:

"And... there! Uh... Heavenly father, who art in heaven... Forgive us our sins, Oh Lord, as we forgive those who sin against us. Please welcome their souls and the souls of all the faithful departed into your, into your.. What is it? Welcome them into your humble abode? Into your pearly gates? Nah, that sounds off. Deliver unto them deliverance? Not quite, but I'm getting there. Um, make sure there's some empty chairs. They're 'kingdom come'-ing, so..."

Now Meryl interrupts with, "That's enough. You're not really a priest, huh?" Wolfwood says, "No, I'm not. I'm an undertaker. Scram, will ya? You're messing with my mojo."

Side by side, you can see that these are recognizably translations of the same lines. The dub isn't really taking a ton of liberties; "give us a drive" is clearly at least in the same ballpark as "they're 'kingdom come'-ing." It's just that one is cleverly worded in English and therefore funny, while the other makes no sense. And the one that doesn't make sense is the sub, where you'd expect more breathing room with word choice and comic timing.

I kept noticing this -- again, I'll follow this up with lines that made enough sense in the sub that the dub went as far as to change my understanding of the exchanges they're in. And in those cases, the localization is clearly what's making the difference. I don't know which is more accurate, just which are more understandable and just better written. In my opinion!!! Obviously a lot of this is subjective. I just... again, I have never really seen this role reversal before. There have absolutely been dubs I liked better their corresponding subs, but never due to the dub being more fun and making more sense. Usually in those cases I just like the VAs' performances better. And yeah, you can't do a lot better than Johnny Yong Bosch, even if some of us are going to hear that voice and feel an inexplicable urge to call the police.

[chloessleepystories]

Sisters part 3

Later, as Kenzie served her breakfast, Chloe said, “Today I think you’re going to wear a shorter skirt. And you’re not going to wear a bra.”

“Are you sure ... ?”

“Of course I’m sure. Your boobs aren’t THAT big ... Could be good for them. And you’re sure too, aren’t you?”

Kenzie thought for a moment. “Uh huh!!”

“That’s a good girl. You’re my super agreeable little airhead, aren’t you?”

Kenzie just giggled. It felt good to giggle.

Super Silly

Fragile Minded

Sexpot

Giggly Fuckslut

Even though you’d be ashamed

to be a mindless cumslut

Singing this song long enough will turn you to a dumb slut

Super Silly

Fragile Minded

Sexpot

Giggly Fuckslut

Her boobs weren’t that much bigger than her sister’s, but they weren’t all that small either. Feeling them sway as she walked the halls felt almost like being naked at school (and that made her think again of the library, and the uniform) because going braless was something she only did at home, in her room. The feeling of her nipples rubbing against her sheer silky blouse (another of her sister’s “suggestions”) was very distracting to her increasingly foggy mind—and their all-day prominence was distracting to a lot of the boys.

Her sister was so smart!! And had such good ideas!! It was a shame she hadn’t gotten the same kind of scholarship that Kenzie was getting, she probably deserved it more. But the family made juuuust a little too much money and Chloe’s grades were juuuust a little too low and ... It hadn’t worked out that way. No wonder Chloe was occasionally a little jealous of her little sister!!

Still, it had all worked out. Chloe got that nice job at the radio station where she could tinker with recording equipment and continue her A/V experiments, so that was OK ...

Super Silly Fragile Minded

Sexpot Giggly Fuckslut ...

Kenzie had had to skip out of AP English to meet a boy in the bathroom. (She HAD to! He’d been REAL persuasive ...) They’d kissed for a long time while he pawed at her tits through her blouse. Then he said, “You wanna show me your boobs?” and she realized she DID so she took off her top and he sucked on them for a while, while she squeezed his dick through his jeans. And when the bell rang he left, but she couldn’t quite put her brain back together enough to figure out how to put her top back on so she just leaned against the wall of the stall and hummed, in her midthigh skirt and soaked panties, and toyed with her hard bare nipples until another boy came into the stall and seemed surprised to see her but was happy to play with her swaying boobs and take out his hard member and stroke it and when he told her to get on her knees she thought it was a great idea and when he sprayed on her tits and said, “you love how that feels, don’t you,” she had to agree ...

Even though you’d be ashamed

to be a mindless cumslut ...

Some part of Kenzie was ashamed of the things she’d done in school. Of the things she was still thinking of doing. Of the bizarre shift in her priorities. But it was like the shame was fueling the arousal. Her sister had said, “You like being filthy don’t you?” and she did. “You like showing off your body, don’t you?” and she did.

They watched TV together that night, sprawled on the couch, the boring homework again ignored. Kenzie was definitely not sitting like a lady. Her long legs were stretched toward her sister, in nothing but long socks and a little thong, while her perky boobs tumbled bare out of her loose shirt. She was watching the screen but still idly humming along with her favorite tunes on her headphones when Chloe suddenly said, “Boys like it when you show off your body.”

Kenzie moaned and clenched her thighs together. “Uhhh huhh.” Her fingers flew to her pussy, so easily accessible now. Just thinking of showing off made her suggestible brain horny.

“You know who else likes it?”

Kenzie shook her head.

Chloe spread her legs, showing she wasn’t wearing anything under her My Chemical Romance sleep shirt. She spread her pussy lips with two fingers, showing how glistening they were.

“I do.”

Mesmerized, Kenzie slipped off her thong. She knew, distantly, that her mother was out for the evening, but she also knew that it wouldn’t matter if she wasn’t. Only obedience to Chloe mattered.

Chloe suggested they watch each other tease their cunts for a while, and they did. Chloe suggested they didn’t want to cum yet, so they didn’t. Chloe said, “Time for bed,” and so it was.

Chloe gave her her own extension charger, so she could listen to her iPod all night without it dying. (So nice! Kenzie thought.) And Chloe whispered one more suggestion.

And suggested that Kenzie would forget she mentioned it.

So Kenzie did.

Now, you don’t need to remember

What you are told to forget ...

All you need to remember

Is obedience, pet ...

Kenzie woke to find that her sheets were soaked with sweat and her fingers were jammed deep in her soaking pussy.

The dream had been more real and vivid than ever. The library, the too-small school uniform, the staring eyes of the eager boys ... She stroked, she writhed, she moaned ... With increasing desperation ...

Finally, she ran into the living room, completely naked. “Help me!”

“What’s up?”

“I can’t cum!!!”

Chloe put on her serious face. “Well, why don’t you go make my breakfast while I think about this. Make me a nice omelette. Use the green peppers and the red peppers, and throw in a little mushroom too. Remember, it always feels good to obey.”

“Feels good to obey. Yes. Omelette. Check.” And she eagerly ran off to the kitchen, still naked.

“Hmmm. Maybe ...” Chloe swallowed her last bite as Kenzie stood eagerly at her elbow, almost bouncing on her toes. “Maybe you need a cock! You can borrow one of my toys ...”

Chloe watched as her desperate, stupid, agreeable, fuzz-brained little sister writhed with her drooling cunt stuffed with artificial cock. She was close, closer than she had been, but still not quite there. She was riding the edge, and it was so good, but so hard ... Finally, without quite realizing she was saying it, Kenzie whimpered, “Please ...”

“Okay,” murmured Chloe. “You may cum.”

After the screaming was over, Chloe brushed away the hair that was matted to her sister’s glistening forehead. “Now. It feels good to obey, doesn’t it?”

She nodded, still gasping.

“Good girl. Let’s pick out your clothes for today.”

Silly makes you horny and then

Horny makes you silly and then

Silly makes you horny ...

Sitting in AP History was making her head hurt. The teacher was sooo boring, and she wanted to touch her pussy soooo bad.... Her short plaid skirt was a lot shorter than it had been in 8th grade but it still looked good. And SO MANY boys had been undressing her with their eyes today ...

Yes, her head hurt with this dumb class, but she knew what to do about it... She was going to skip the next class, and go down to the school library ...

There would be boys. And cocks.

She giggled.

That would make her dumb head happy.

Singing this song long enough will turn you to a dumb slut

Super

Silly

Fragile

Minded

Sexpot

Giggly

Fuckslut

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

Who Cares for You (m)

Guess who’s back with YET ANOTHER fic lmao. This is based on 2 prompts, one from @waterfallofspace and one from an anon, the prompts are kinda long to put here but essentially the idea was that Elijah comes to work sick and refuses to go home, so Greyson has to figure out a way to get him home and take care of him. THANK YOU FOR THE PROMPTS!! <3 This one was a little out of my comfort zone, and I LOVED writing it so I hope you guys like it :) A little over 3k words because I just cannot be concise, it isn’t in my nature lol. 

OH and if you’re the anon who sent the Greyson-centric prompt, I’ll be filling that one later this week >:)

cw: male, cold, coughing, light mess. 

Who Cares for You

In the five years Greyson had been the executive chef at Elliot’s, many thing had changed; he’d become a partner; they’d expanded into the storefront next to the original, tiny space; and they’d seen about a dozen cooks, servers, bussers, and dishwashers come and go. One thing always stayed the same, though: August was always, without fail, maddeningly slow.

Greyson was sitting in the office, throwing a ball against the wall while attempting to come up with the fall menu they were supposed to be rolling out in the next few weeks. Was it an urgent task? Definitely not. But, his cooks were on prep projects, his sous chef was sorting through the walk-in, and truly, he had nothing better to do.

Unfortunately, his creativity was about as lukewarm as the office today.

Just when he was about to say fuck it and click out of the near-empty word document he had open, Greyson heard his boss swing open the back doors of the kitchen and stomp inside.

“Christ, it’s hot,” Elijah said, pushing past the chef and into his seat in their shared office. “Is August always this hot?”

“I mean, I’m sure climate change doesn’t help,” Greyson said, cracking his neck and turning toward Elijah. He raised both eyebrows when the two of them locked eyes. “Uh-oh.”

“Uh-oh, what?” Elijah asked, sitting down and turning on his computer. Greyson motioned to his own face, then at Elijah’s. “What?” Elijah asked again.

“You’re wearing glasses,” Greyson pointed out. “You’re not feeling well?”

“Oh. Yeah, I have a headache, didn’t want to put in contacts,” Elijah explained, pawing his nose with the back of his hand absentmindedly. He glanced again at the Chef, who had a cheeky half-smile on his face. “What?”

“Who the fuck gets a cold in the middle of August?” Greyson asked, laughing. Elijah rolled his eyes, then grimaced.

“Fuck off, Grey, I do not have a cold. It’s a headache. Not everything is a -,” Elijah cut himself off when his breath hitched, seemingly out of nowhere. “Huh! HUTSCHH-oo! Snf.” Elijah cleared his throat, and turned back to the Chef, high spots of embarrassment blooming on his cheeks. “A thing,” he finished, lamely.

Greyson snorted out a laugh. “Yeah, not everything is ‘a thing’, but this,” he gestured at Elijah’s entire presence, “is most certainly a thing. I’ve known you five years, Lij, you think I can’t tell when you’re sick?”

“What is this? What is happening?” Elijah turned his chair to fully face Greyson and gave him a look of disbelief. “Are we an old married couple now? You gonna start organizing my pills in little containers and making sure I take them with oatmeal every morning? Putting my coffee on the night before my early-morning shift down at the mines?” Greyson sat back, arms behind his head, and shrugged, clearly amused. “Do people still do the coffee thing? I thought that was eradicated by Big Keurig.” Elijah couldn’t help but bark out a laugh at that. “For real though, boss,” Greyson continued, “It’s gonna be slow as hell tonight. If you’re sick, just go home; Mark can handle the front. Hell, Matt could handle the back, to be frank.” Greyson sat back up and clapped a hand on his boss’s shoulder. “No need for you to martyr yourself. For once.” An insult, but said without malice.

Elijah wasn’t having it. “I’m here. I’m not sick, I’ll take an ibuprofen. I don’t need you to mother me, Greyson, though God knows you love to do it.” He stood up then, clearly looking to finish his tirade strong, but instead crumpled to the side to muffle a volley of sneezes into his sleeve. “Huhh! HuhNGSTSHH-ue! HhDTSHHH-uhh! Hhh...HNSTCHHOO!” Elijah sniffled and looked up from his sleeve at Greyson, who was clearly basking in the thought of being correct. “Fuck off,” Elijah said again.

“I didn’t say a word,” Greyson said, holding up his hands to proclaim his innocence. “But I feel like you might want to bring these,” he handed his boss the box of tissues from behind his computer, “with you.”

Elijah looked, seemingly longingly, at the tissues before pushing past the chef once again. “Not necessary,” he said, opening the office door. “I have to go get inventory done.”

***

“Chef?”

Greyson snapped his head up at the sound of his sous chef’s voice and gave him a half smile and wave. “What’s up, Matt?”

Matt shrugged, leaning against the door to Greyson’s office. “Just checking on you. Thought maybe you’d fallen into a trance or something,” he said. Greyson laughed and swiveled his chair away from the computer.

“Nah, just trying to get this goddamn menu written, but I have literally not one single idea,” he said, pushing his hair away from his face. Matt raised an eyebrow.

“Why not have Elijah help? Don’t you guys usually bounce ideas off each other?” Matt asked.

Greyson huffed out a laugh and turned back towards the computer. “Elijah is currently ignoring me for calling him out. He has a cold and desperately needs to martyr himself on this, the slowest week of the year.”

Matt snorted. “Sounds like Elijah,” he said, picking at a loose thread on his chef’s coat. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen the guy leave early – well, unless you count leaving to take other people home sick.” The sous chef shrugged and pushing himself back to a standing position as Greyson slowly turned toward him, a look of bemusement on his face. “What?” Matt asked.

“Matt, you absolute genius,” Greyson said, pushing himself to his feet. “You just gave me an incredible idea.”

“About… the menu?” Matt asked, confused. Greyson placed a hand on his sous’ shoulder and shook his head.

“Not about the menu,” Greyson said. “Do you think you can hold it down tonight?”

“Uhh… yeah, Chef. I’ve got it covered. Are you...going home?”

“Not exactly,” Greyson said. With that, he swung open the doors to the dining room, leaving his bewildered sage in the dust.

***

Elijah slammed down his clipboard in frustration for about the tenth time that morning – there was no way in hell this inventory was going to get done today.

It had started fine enough; he’d inventoried the wine and beer relatively quickly, but once he got to the liquor his body apparently had other plans for him.

“HUHGSTCCHH-oo! HUTSCH-oo! Hhh...hnGTSHZUE!” Elijah sneezed into his rolled-up sleeve again and cursed himself for being too proud to take the tissues Greyson had offered with him. He wiped his nose gingerly on his sleeve, sucked in, and sat down on one of the thirty milk crates adorning the liquor room.

Much as he didn’t want to admit it, Elijah felt like garbage. He’d known for days that he was getting sick, and despite all of the preventative measures he always took it had bloomed into a Whole Thing, just like what he’d told Greyson it wasn’t. He would’ve laughed if he was thinking of it in hindsight, but in the moment he just felt miserable and sorry for himself.

Elijah went to stand and try to count the bottles once again, when he heard an unmistakable sound in the stairwell leading to the liquor room.

“Huh...UTSHH-oo!”

Elijah turned to face the closed door. Was that...Greyson?

Without warning, the door flew open, and there stood Greyson. Elijah had seen him only an hour before, but for some reason he looked different than earlier. Upon closer inspection, Elijah realized it was his eyes – they were rimmed red, seemingly out of nowhere.

“Grey? What’re you -”

“HUTSHH-oo!” Greyson turned to sneeze into his elbow. He shook his head as though to clear it and turned to Elijah. “Sorry, ’scuse me. I was just looking for you to help me with the menu – HUSHH-oo!” Another sneeze, and what sounded like a muted sniffle from the crook of his elbow.

Elijah couldn’t help but cringe. Maybe this was why Greyson seemed so adamant for Elijah to admit to being ill earlier; because he was himself. “Bless you,” Elijah said, his voice low and congested.

“Thanks,” Greyson said, wiping his face on his sleeve. “Sorry, not sure where those came from.”

Elijah swallowed hard to clear the cough he knew was forming in his throat. “Are you sick?” he asked, expecting Greyson to deny the claim. Instead, the chef just shrugged.

“Dunno,” he said, rubbing his nose on the back of his hand. “Just started out of nowhere. Anyway,” he said, pushing a hand through his hair and sniffling lightly. “I just came to see if you’d come help me with the menu, but I see you’re...busy. So I’ll leave you to it.”

Greyson turned to leave, prompting Elijah to call after him up the stairs: “If you’re sick, you should go hombe!”

Without turning to say anything, Greyson held up two fingers as an acknowledgment and headed through the door back into the dining room.

***

“HSTHH! USHH!! HTSSSH!!” Greyson barreled back into the kitchen, rubbing his eyes relentlessly.

“The fuck happened to you?” Matt asked, moving towards his chef with concern. Greyson shook his head and turned on the water at the sink.

“I’m playing the long game,” Greyson explained, leaning down to splash water onto his face. “I may have made a slight miscalculation though because holy fuck.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” Matt asked, pulling some paper towels out of the dispenser and handing them to his boss. Greyson took them gratefully, and pressed them into his face.

“Well, like you said, Elijah will only leave if he thinks that he needs to take someone home. So. I’m going to be the someone he takes home.” Greyson pulled the paper towels off his face and looked at Matt with bloodshot eyes. “How do I look?”

“Crazed. Like a madman. What did you do? Spray yourself with pepper spray?”

“Ooo, so close. I snorted some white pepper.”

Matt’s eyebrows creased together and his mouth opened in confusion. Whatever question he had next clearly died on his lips at the incredibly odd admission from his boss. “White...pepper.”

“Yeah,” Greyson said, scrubbing at his nose. “I need Elijah to think I have whatever he has. Thus, white pepper.” He smiled at his sous, who was continuing to give him an unbelieving look. “What?”

Matt shook his head. “The two of you were made for each other, I swear to god,” he said, walking back to his station and picking his knife back up. “What are you going to do when he comes back up and you’re miraculously cured?”

Greyson chuckled softly in the back of his throat. “Trust me,” he said. “I’ve got this all under control.”

***

After another twenty minutes of attempting to finish inventory, Elijah gave up and stomped up the stairs. He knew he’d hate himself for it in a few days, but he just couldn’t fathom counting any more bottles with the absolutely insane headache that had bloomed in his temples.

While walking towards the office. Elijah allowed himself to fantasize about his bed. About wrapping himself up in a blanket, watching TV for hours on end, sleeping as long as he wanted. Was it pathetic? Yeah, maybe a little, but he always felt like it helped get through particularly difficult days.

When he stepped into the office, the first thing that struck him was Greyson, slumped over on the chair with his head in his hands. Elijah cleared his throat, and Greyson sat up.

“Shit,” he said, “sorry, boss. Headache.”

Elijah’s head pounded at the mention of a headache. “Do we have any ibupro – hh..hnnNGSTHH-ue!” Elijah wrenched to the side and attempted to stifle the sneeze, making the pain in his head explode.

“Bless,” Greyson said, and pulled out a container of pills. “Always stocked and ready. Want some?”

Without thinking, Elijah held out his hand. “Thandks,” he said, dry-swallowing four pills. Immediately, he cringed at the pain in his throat, to which Greyson gave a small grimace of solidarity.

“I feel you. Sore throat,” Greyson said, touching his own and pouring out some pills. He swallowed his with a sip of something from a paper cup, then dipped into his elbow to sneeze. “HUSSHH-uhh!”

Elijah sat down next to the chef and cleared his throat. “You should go,” he said, gently. “That doesn’t sound good.”

Greyson shrugged at his boss and turned back to his computer. “Nah, I’m alright,” he said. “Besides, I didn’t bring my car today, and I’m having my apartment cleaned. The woman who cleans for me doesn’t get there til noon, and it takes her a few hours to clean it.” Greyson smiled tiredly and said, “Thanks, though.”

Elijah swallowed around the pain in his throat and said, “I cand drive you. You cand stay at mby apartment for a few hours, too, if you wandt. I mbean, it’s like ten mbinutes from yours.”

Greyson raised an eyebrow at his boss. “Really?” he asked. “You’d do that?”

Elijah nodded and sniffled a bit. “’Course, Grey. Hhuh…” Elijah’s breath hitched then, and Greyson pushed the tissue box towards his boss, who took a few in anticipation. “HhhGTSHHH-ue! Huh! HUHESZCHUE!” Elijah sniffled again, his sinuses too blocked to attempt to blow his nose, and threw away the tissues.

“Bless you,” Greyson said again. Elijah just ignored him.

“Grab your backpack. Let’s go before the traffic hits.”

***

This is going to work, Greyson thought as they swerved through the city traffic towards Elijah’s apartment. I can’t believe this is really going to work.

After they’d left the restaurant – with Greyson waving to his staff dramatically and Matt rolling his eyes at the theatrics of this whole charade – Greyson had asked if Elijah could stop at Walgreens.

“Don’t want to use up any of your stuff,” he’d explained, though truly he’d wanted to stop because he knew in his heart of hearts that there was no way Elijah, King of Denial, had any kind of cold supplies at his place. Elijah had nodded silently, and stayed in the car while Greyson hopped out and shopped.

The issue was, he wasn’t exactly sure what kind of illness Elijah was dealing with – no clue if he had an oncoming cough, or a fever, or abject sinus pressure – so he was forced to buy pretty much the entirety of the cold and flu aisle. The cashier raised both eyebrows when he placed the mountain of medicine, tissues, and lozenges on the counter.

“Wow,” she said, “someone must have one hell of a cold.”

Someone sure does, Greyson thought to himself when he threw open the door to the car and saw that Elijah was once again stuck in a pre-sneeze.

“Huhh...hhh. Huh, huhhh…!”

“Uh, boss - ?”

“HhNGSTHHZUE! ITSZCHUE! Huh! Hhuh-GTSSHH-oo!” Elijah doubled over his lap to sneeze, and cringed into his sleeve when he was finished, clearly trying to figure out if wiping his nose on his sleeve was too gross when Greyson was going to be sitting next to him.

Greyson dug into the bag of supplies and pulled out a box of tissues, which he ripped open and handed to Elijah. The GM silently pulled a few from the box and blew his nose towards the driver’s side door before turning back to Greyson.

“Thangks,” he said, his voice low and congested. Greyson winced at the sound of it.

“Do you, uh… do you want me to drive the rest of the way?” Greyson asked, placing the bag in the back seat. Elijah cocked his head, confused.

“Thought you were sigck,” he said, sniffling. Greyson pursed his lips together not to laugh.

“Yeah,” Greyson said, biting his cheek at the complete absurdity of this situation. “Let’s, uh… let’s just get to your place.”

Greyson had white-knuckled most of the remainder of the drive, as Elijah seemed to delve deeper into illness with each passing mile. After one particularly harsh sneeze had almost propelled them into a semi, Greyson had nearly screamed, “Oh, Jesus Christ please don’t kill us!” to which Elijah just rolled his eyes.

Finally, they arrived at Elijah’s building and parked in the garage underground. They rode the elevator silently – with the exception of Elijah’s coughing and sniffling – to the floor of Elijah’s apartment, and continued their silence until they reached his front door.

Elijah opened the door and Greyson marveled, as he always did, at how clean and organized his boss’s apartment was. Even the large window in the sitting room was unsmudged by fingerprints or bird shit. It wasn’t like Greyson’s apartment as a dump, not by any stretch, but it was certainly a bachelor pad; Elijah’s, in stark comparison, was styled—cozy and lived-in, but everything in its place. It was a home.

“You seemb to have mbade a miraculous recovery,” Elijah rasped as placed his keys in the bowl by the door. “You sure you’re ndot just allergic to wooorKSHH-uhh! NGTSZH-ue!”

“Lij,” Greyson said, holding the box of tissues out for his boss once again and placing the drugstore bag on the kitchen table, “I made a miraculous recovery because I’m not sick.”

Elijah turned to the chef and raised an eyebrow from behind a tissue. “But...you said you had a headache. And a sore throat, and you were sndeez – INGSTZUE!”

“Elijah,” Greyson said quietly, stepping towards his boss. “I’m not sick.” He slapped a hand onto Elijah’s forehead and gave him an accusatory smile, eyebrows raised. “You are.”

“I’mb – HNGSTHH-uhh! God-fuckigg-dammit,” Elijah cursed, pulling away from his friend to sneeze, once again, into his sleeve. He ignored Greyson’s offer of the tissues this time, in lieu of sniffing, hard, and meeting the other man’s eyes with a watery gaze. “You lied to mbe.”

“Oh, please, don’t be so dramatic,” Greyson said, pulling the supplies out of the bags and placing them pointedly on the table. “I didn’t lie to you. I tricked you,” he smiled at Elijah and offered him a bottle of nyquil – a peace offering. “Big difference.”

Elijah took the nyquil tentatively, and gave Greyson a look of confusion. “I dond’t… I don’t get it. Why?” he asked. Greyson shrugged.

“You’re a good boss, Lij, and an even better guy. You drive your staff home anytime they’re sick – hell, anytime they’re even hungover. But you refuse to give yourself the same treatment,” Greyson took the nyquil bottle back from his boss and cracked it open. He handed it back, along with a bag of lozenges, and the box of tissues. “You care for everyone in that restaurant. Who cares for you?”

Elijah felt his voice catch in his throat, so he closed his mouth, unable to form a response. They stood there together for a moment – Greyson sorting medicines quietly, Elijah watching with his arms full of the cold supplies he never would’ve bought himself – until he was finally able to get the words out. “Thangk you, Grey.”

Greyson smiled as he looked up at his boss. “No need to thank me,” he said. “Now take your fuckin’ medicine and get your ass in bed. I don’t trust you to not work, so I’ll be out here guarding the door until I’m positive you’re knocked out.”

Elijah huffed out a small laugh. “Oh, fuck you,” he said without malice. Greyson laughed back, in earnest.

“Get some rest, boss. I’ll be here if you need anything.”

[prinvessdior]

Hi kol pookie I hope u enjoy I worked rlly hard on this and I’ve never written yaoi before so I apologize in advance

cw: NASTY SEX 🐙, knife/g4n play, blood? I mean it’s not bad just a wee bit. kinky shat man. Everything I write is always 100% consensual unless it’s CNC

A/n; I don’t even like Mushitaro I just love my bff hope u enjoy alllll of this pookie 😋 also included an ability, it’s rlly just for the purpose of sex lmao

leaning over his back, he sighed into his ear tickling the skin on his cheek, almost fully inside, “You gotta loosen up baby, I know it feels weird but you gotta.“

After a few second of waiting for his signal that he was ready Mushitaro started moving, the pair letting out a sigh of pleasure at the movement. His hand wrapped around his waist pulling him closer to his chest

“It-It just hurts..” he whined softly turning his head to face the man behind him, bottom lip jutting out in a pout, trembling.

“I know, ‘m sorry..” Mushitaro says sweetly, thumb rubbing soothing circles on his hip.

He continues to rub his hip staying completely still waiting for his signal to start moving, panting at the feeling of his dick already inside but not being able to move.

“Here, lemme.” He reached his hand down and over his waist to grab his dick, starting with small circles around the head, getting enough pre-cum on the tip.

Causing him to whine softly as him playing with his dick. “Oh- wait that’s too much right now..-“ he tried to speak but couldn’t as a choked up moan left him as Mushitaro spread the Pre-cum around his tip, starting to move it down the shaft. Removing his hand bringing it to his mouth letting a glob of saliva drip onto his hands before returning to his dick finally starting to stroke at a languid pace.

“You can move now- fuck!”

At his command Mushitaro finally started moving, pulling almost all the way out before shoving his dick all the way back in, causing the boy below him to let out a scream of pleasure eyes rolling back. Mushitaro still stroking him, moving his hand faster at the same pace he was trusting.

“Feelin’ good?” He asked near his ear, basically whispering.

“Uh-huhh. Yeah, feels so good.” He continued to stroke him now at a faster pace, thrusts and the way he was stroking him at a different speed.

“Mmph, turn me around- i wanna try something.” He moans out, Mushi listens to his plea pulling out so they could switch. Now laying him on his back on the bed, “Yeah? What is it pretty boy?”

after he got settled, “I want to try and use my ability in bed.” He explained cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

“Oh?” Mushi looks down at him, grabbing one of his thighs wrapping around his waist. “You’re so dirty, what am I gonna do with you.” He said hands traveling up and down his leg giving his ass a playful squeeze.

He pouted, reaching for the bedside table opening a drawer, pulling out a red handled sharp knife, Mushi stayed silent and watched him.

He gripped the knife in his dominant hand, before lifting his arm up, making a cut on his palm, the blood starting to dribble out before a bright light took over the blood, after the light had disappeared he was holding a red colored gun in his hand.

Mushi got even more visibly excited tongue darting out to lick his lips, taking the gun gently from him. “You know I gotta ask, you sure you’re okay with this?” He asked leaning down to be right in front of his face.

“Uh-huh, wanna do it like this.” He nodded his head, causing Mushi to smile and leave a long, sweet kiss on his lips before pulling back.

Without warning he slipped back inside him, letting out a sigh at the feeling, he held his finger on the trigger experimentally tugging on it, noticing it was on safety, being sure to not let him see, finally putting the gun into position at the side of his head, giving a hard thrust.

Whining, he threw his head back, feeling the cold metal against his head.

As Mushi started to move again, thrusts speeding up his free hand moving up to wrap around his neck, just settling there not squeezing as he fucked him vigorously.

“Fuckfuckfuck, you looks so damn pretty under me like this, can’t believe you’d let me do this to you shit-“

Hand that was wrapped around his neck moved down to pick up again with jerking him off.

“Too much- feels too good.” He moaned out eyes rolling to the back of his head.

“Ah-Ah, I know you can take it, you always take me so well.”

Mushitaro sped up his thrusts feeling that bubble in his stomach starting to rise.

“Where do you want it?”

“Inside.”

“Ohh fuckkkk.”

Mushi’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he cums, still thrusting as he did, speeding up the pace trying to get him to cum just as fast. Thinking of a way he could make him cum fast.

“What if I pulled the trigger? What would happen? I could just so easily kill you right now and no one would know. Is that what you’re thinking of? Does that nasty shit turn you on.”

He lets out a loud whine biting his lip as spurts of cum shot from his dick landing on his stomach. Panting from the intensity of the orgasm, releasing his ability as he did.

Mushi leans down once again to kiss him opening his mouth in this kiss, holding his chin in place. Pulling away and pulling out, the two sighing as he did.

“Now let’s get you cleaned up baby, yeah?”

me rn after writing this nasty shit.

[absolute-snzaster]

"ahh-choo! hello?"

"hello! we missed you at the party this weekend, did something come up?"

"oh good'dess, I'b sorry, it co'bpletely slipped by bi'd. I haved't beed able to leave by house si'dce last week. ah-ah-CHOO! I have a bad cold a'd I've ah-CHOO! developed ad allergy to polle'd a'd I cad't go adywhere because I'b AH-Choo! s'deezi'g too 'buch."

"you can't leave the house because you're sneezing?"

"doe, I'll get by cold all over everythi'g, I'b a bess. by s'deezes are so full of sdot–ahhhchoo!–eved whed I s'deeze id'to tissues it still goes everywhere. they se'dt be hobe frob work because they did't wad't to—to uhhhh, uhhh, uhhCHOO! catch by cold. I dod't blabe theb, I would'dt wad't to catch by cold either, it's—uhh-uhchoo! huhchoo!—it's a bad cold. I've beed s'deezi'g a'd blowi'g by dose for two weeks a'd I'b still dot UHchoo! getti'g HUHchoo! getti'g ady better."

"two weeks? are you sure it's not the flu?"

"doe, I wed't to the doctor a'd they said I just have a bad cold a'd polle'd allergies. AHchoo! I dever used to s'deeze from polle'd but dow ahh, ahCHOO! it bakes be s'deeze so 'buch. ahhchoo! by dose is so se'dsitive huh-choo! frob by cold huhh-CHOO! a'd every tibe I go outside uhh-CHOO! the polle'd bakes it tickle so 'buch ahh-CHOO! a'd thed I cad't AH-CHOO! cad't stop s'deezi'g. ahh-uh-ahCHOO! I deed to ha'g up dow. I have very bad cod'gestiod frob by cold a'd I deed to blow by dose. UHH-AH-AHHCHOOO! excuse be. I'll talk to you adother tibe whed I dod't have to s'deeze a'd blow by dose so buch."

"okay... well, I'm sorry you have such a bad cold. I hope you feel better soon."

"thag'k you. goodbye. uhh-uhCHOO!"

[cuntstable]

OHHHHH BRUNITOOOOO ISNT IT FUNNY HOW WHEN YOU HELP OUT OTHERS YOU TEND TO REACH OUT TO PEOPLE YOU SEE YOURSELF IN. WHO ARE "TRAPPED" IN THE MARGINS OF SOCIETY AND WHO STILL HAVE A GOOD LIFE THEY COULD LIVE IF THEY ONLY HAD SOMEONE WHO TOOK CARE OF THEM. duuuude thats hilarious. do you ever feel like youre projecting

UUMMM UH HUH. UUH HUHH. and then ofc even if someone took care of them theyd still end up as cogs in the system that ultimately wont improve anything and hurts people. hm thats so fascinating i wonder why hes doing that. jojo fans will say its motherly instinct but oooh well

[winterpower98]

"dad?" The lion asked, from the entrance of the door, his voice was quiet and his tail was down.*

"h-huh?" The king slurred out, slowly turning to see his own son back home."loaf! Hi..hi buddy.. what's..uh- what's up-" his voice was in pain just like his body, smiling slightly to keep a sense of.. positive.

"dad the two immortal monkeys told me you just- went back from an adventure. And it wasn't a happy one, are you okay?" He asked, picking up his limp and tired father to bring him to the bed. "I'm so fine you have no- no idea." he caughed. It was hard to move.

"dad..I- i think you should rest." *the lion laid down with the king, this time bringing his father in a hug to sleep like they used to.

"huh-huhh.. goodnight- loaf. Love you."

But load answered with a mrrp.

SIR HOW DARE YOU MAKE ME EVEN MORE SOFT FOR THESE TWO

[3amclothesmonster]

Real interaction between Belle and Axel (First meeting)

Mild language below

Belle: Well Howdy there neighbo- OH LORDY DANG JESUS-

Axel: Hey, what's up?

Belle: *Scared shitless and holding up a shovel*

Axel: Huh- What's wrong? Why are you holding a shovel?

Belle: YOU'RE AN MOTH ALIEN THINGA MAGIGE COMING TO STEAL MY DIGGITY DANG CROPS

*Hanabee trips on a root next to them* (@dottyorange )

Axel: Well that explains the shovel.. But I'm not here to cause any trouble, just came to introduce myself! I'm Axel, just moved in with my friends Vinny, Axel and Cupid!

Belle: Oh, your friends with that Vinny fellow? He sure is a diamond! And Cupid is absolutely amazing! Wonderful even!

Axel: Uh-huhh

Belle: Oh my! I forgot to introduce myself, haven't I? I'm Belle! Belle Dear! Older sister of Eddie! Local farmer!

Axel: Nice to meet you Belle

Belle: Nice to meet you too Axel!

[bewitchedfeathers]

Stran/ger Th/ings Sick Fic.

Sick Sneezy Ed/die Mun/son has Ste/ve Harri/ngton taking care of him sometime after a dip in the lake and very little sleep. Can be read as Sted/die. Totally self indulgent hurtcomfort.

Person A catching Person Bs sneezes in a handkerchief/bandana.

Non-kink blogs pls do not reblog.

(Edited and added a little more since first posting)

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They had successfully returned from the Upside Down and Steve and Eddie were the only ones still up, sitting on the couch in the living room with infomercials playing at near silent volume in the background. 

Steve was just returning with some water for the both of them setting glasses on the table when Eddie sneezed unexpectedly down towards his lap. 

"Hh….Hh'CHSHT!...ngh snf."

"Jesus," Steve said with a small jolt of surprise, "Bless you, Munson."

"Snff. Thanks." He muttered distractedly as he rubbed a knuckle under his nose, trying to fight off another sneeze. "Hhh…Snff, snf…huhh…"

Eddie ducked his head, nose brushing his shoulder as he let loose another barely contained sneeze. "Hh-uh-Huh'TSSH…KSSHT.." He let out a shaky exhale.

"Bless you! You feeling alright?" Steve took a step closer eyeing Eddie with concern. 

Eddie shrugged trying to look unaffected even as he sniffled, "Been better but I'm…f-fine…really…hhh…"

Steve raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced, as he sat down right next to Eddie. "Certainly sneezing alot for someone who's fine, Munson," he stated blandly. Although his expression was soft with concern.

Eddie opened his mouth to reply and instead barely managed to catch another strong sneeze against his forearm. "HUH'rrShhXT…shit.." he scrabbled at his back pocket and pulled out his black bandana bringing it to his nose and blowing as quietly as he could.

Steve reached out a hand and brushed Eddie's bangs to the side, pressing the back of his hand to Eddie's forehead. He felt warm to the touch, probably a low fever. Eddie looked up from behind his makeshift hankie, eyes wide and cheeks flushed at the gentle touch. 

"You're sick, aren't you?" Steve asked not really needing confirmation.

"Might have caught a cold from running around all…hh…wet from the…the-huh..HH'GSSHT…" Eddie groaned softly after another fiercely suppressed sneeze, "..from the lake. It's not really a priority," he finished wearily.

"You should get some sleep, Munson. I can probably even dig up some cold medicine for you." 

Eddie grimaced, "Not sure I'm ready to Snff sleep. Nightmares…" he admitted, staring down towards the floor. He gave his nose a rub through the bandana and then finally lowered it, revealing his pink rimmed nostrils.

Steve gave a sympathetic frown, all too aware of what being haunted by nightmares was like. "What if you slept here. I can wake you if you show signs you're having a nightmare. Or you could even just lay down for a bit. I can keep watch."

Eddie nibbled his lower lip still not meeting Steve's eyes. 

"My lap is a pretty comfy pillow," he offered with a tired but genuine smile, patting at his thighs. 

Eddie looked over in surprise, cheeks going pink again at the offer. "I um…snf and if I sneeze on you, man?" He asked with a guilty twist to his lips. 

"I think my pajama pants will survive. C'mon Eddie. Get some rest." 

At Steve using his first name with such a soft, concerned expression and not a hint of disgust, Eddie gave in. He laid down hesitantly, setting his head into Steve's lap. He rubbed at his nose as it twitched but finally settled, only a little stiff with awkwardness.

"Hh…" Eddie struggled to sit back up as his breath hitched, nostrils fluttering.

"Hey, hey it's okay. Just relax," Steve urged, gently pushing Eddie back down. 

"G-gonna…sneeze…"

Steve snatched up Eddie's bandana and pressed it to Eddie's wide flaring nostrils. 

"I've got you. Don't fight it," he urged softly.

Eddie gave up the fight, too tired to struggle against Steve's calm insistence. He heaved in a breath and tried to muffle the sneeze into the kerchief.

"Huhhh-MPHHtssh…hh-Huh-NGTshhuh…snffff…." he blinked open watery eyes and glanced up at Steve who was looking at him with a soft sympathetic gaze.

"Bless you," Steve murmured as he wiped Eddie's nose clean. Eddie took the bandana back, looking flushed as he blew his nose before stuffing the cloth back in his pocket.

"Scuse me," Eddie muttered, obviously still embarrassed. 

Steve took a chance and brushed a hand through Eddie's hair and he melted under the caress. Steve smiled, happy to see Eddie finally relaxing a bit. 

"Is this alright?" he murmured.

"Yeah," Eddie paused, "Thanks, Steve."

"Anytime, Eddie." And Steve petted Eddie's hair until he fell asleep, his soft snoring keeping Steve company as he watched over him. 

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❤️ Open to requests for Eddie or Steve, any pairing or gen.

NOW WITH PART 2

[13thalcoragent]

My Stepmother and Stepsisters Do Not Pick On Me VII

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Cinder: Despite being an orphan, the Glass family has adopted me.

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The Characters:

Cinder Fall-Glass – Our Heroine who was adopted

Amanda “Ama” Glass – Older Stepsister with Curly Hair

Lenalee “Lee” Glass – Older Stepsister with Straight Hair

Laura Glass – Stepmother and Madame

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Cinder: Did you say…”bodyguard”?

Lee: That’s right. You should introduce yourself to him since you’ll be living in the Glass Unicorn.

Cinder: There’s plenty of people with their eyes on the Glass Family’s fortune…Is it a mercenary who protects the Hotel from rogues?!

Ama: *pushes the bedroom door open* This is Rhodes.

Cinder: Rho…Huh? Is he a foreigner?! Just from his name, he sounds so strong!

Rhodes: *is a round puffy dog* *rapidly wags his tail*

Cinder: Huh?

Rhodes: Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!

Cinder: It’s…

Rhodes: *BEAAAAAAM!!*

Cinder: WOOOOOW!!!

Cinder: * immediately jumps on top of the dog and squeeze-hugs it* CUTE! SO CUUUUUUTE!!!!

Cinder: *stops and gasps* Shoot...I couldn’t help getting excited! The bodyguard was just tooooo cute and amazing! I wonder what Big Sister Ama and Big Sister Lee must think!”

Lee: It was such a perfect moment that I curse the world for not having my Scroll in my hands to immediately take a photograph.

Cinder: Argh…

Ama: Considering how quick it happened, that would be an impossible dream…This is the first time I’ve ever agreed with you, Sister…That was lovely enough to purify the heart.

Cinder: Uh? What?

Ama: *sobs tears of joy* It was the fusion of cuteness with more cuteness.

Cinder: Whaaat?

Rhodes: Heh! Heh! Heh! Heh! Heh! Heh!

Lee: *also sobbing tears of joy* It was such a rare moment!

Cinder: Ugh…Huuuuu???

Rhodes: Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!

Lee: Wouldn’t such a scene bring about world peace?

Cinder: Um, hold on…

Ama: But the human heart would covet such cuteness and wars would erupt over it.

Cinder: Things got really dramatic all of a sudden!!!

Rhodes: Heh! Heh! Heh! Hah! Hah!

Cinder: S…So, Rhodes is…

Amina: Everyone calls him Rose.

Cinder: Rose is…A very good dog. He doesn’t bark at all…The stray dogs around the area I lived were so rowdy.

Rhodes: Heh! Heh! Heh! Hah! Hah!

Lee: Oh, this little thing…doesn’t bark.

Cinder: Huh?

Ama: We found Rhodes unconscious in front of the hotel. His wounds have completely healed, so it must be an emotional problem.

Rhodes: Huhh! Hah! Hah! Heh! Hah! Huhh!

Amina: As you have heard, Rhodes…has a painful and pitiful past.

Cinder: I see…

Cinder: Pitiful…

FLASHBACK

Cinder’s Mother: Cinder…I’m sorry for making you work so much.

Cinder: Aw, you get some rest, mother!

DIFFERENT FLASHBACK

Cinder: I’m heading out, Mother.

Cinder’s Mother: I’m sorry you have to work so much when you’re not even ten yet!

ENDING FLASHBACK

Cinder’s Mother: What a pitiful child…to be born into such a life…

Cinder: Mother…Am I really that pitiful?

PRESENT

Lee: *picks up Rhodes* This little thing isn’t pitiful at all.

Rhodes: Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah! Hah!

Cinder: Eh…?

Lee: I mean, he’s living with someone like me, right?

Rhodes: *jumps down from Lee’s arms*

Ama: I’m sure anyone with as much self-confidence as our Sister must have a fun life.

Lee: Huuuh? Did you just make fun of me?

Ama: You noticed? So, she can be taught.

Laura: What are you girls talking about?

Cinder: Mommy!

Ama: Mother!

Lee: Mom!

Laura: It’s almost time for Rose’s walk. As pet owners, you have to take responsibility. It’s almost the optimal time for dog socialization!!!

Cinder: She even took dog socialization into consideration?!

OUTSIDE

Cinder: Mother, the Bodyguard of my new family…has a wonderful smile.

Passerby: Rose is wonderfully fluffy today too!

Cinder: Thank you very much.

Lee: If only we had our Scrolls with us to capture this moment and instantly share it through the world…

Ama: Should we perhaps run back to retrieve them?

Laura: Ama. Lee. You must exercise some restraint.

Passerby’s Dog: *runs and lovingly licks Lee’s face*

Cinder: Like this, slowly but surely…I want to continue making new memories with the Glass family.

Passerby: *tugs the leash* Stop that! I’m so sorry about this!

Ama: *chuckling* Pfft!

Lee: Ah! Hey! Hold on a second! I’ll play with you, just…hold on!

Cinder: Oh! Big Sister Lee!