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dreamescapeswriting · 9 months

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Stray Kids Reaction || Putting Lotion On

Mature audience only, even though this is not smut it still has some explicit/mature themes, minors DNI

⤜Copyright: © DreamEscapesWriting - August 2023

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CHAN:

It had been a while since you and Chan were last intimate, with everything that had been going on at work for you and between his schedules neither of you had made a lot of time for each other until tonight. The two of you had spent the entire day together, gone on the most romantic lunch date and even a nice night in on the sofa nothing could have been better. But it was now that was sticking in Chan's mind, you'd asked him to apply some lotion to your back and his fingers were working magic on your skin as you let out the softest whimpers that were like music to his ears.

"Thank you, baby," you hummed tiredly before rolling over onto your side and snuggling into the sheets, Chan was left a little stunned as he stared at where you had originally been sitting.

"What? You're going to sleep?" His voice cracked slightly as he watched you get comfortable. How could you just go to sleep after turning him on so much with the simple task of putting on lotion,

"Yeah, I have to be up at 4 I have a meeting. Aren't you?" You let out a small giggle, You knew he had to be at work early in the morning and even though his sleep schedule was bad you still had expected him to try and get some sleep.

"No...I-I have a problem." You rolled over a little to face him and he was blushing deeply, you frowned a little at him and he shifted to hide his crotch,

"Chan? Did you think I was asking you to do that so we could..."

"Yes." He answered since you were struggling to find the right way of asking him this question,

"Baby, I- I thought you'd be too tired," You sat up, reaching your hand out and placing it gently on his shoulder as he blushed even more. Was he a pig for just assuming that you'd sleep with him? It had been so long he was practically ready to beg for you,

"I'm never too tired for you," He met your gaze slowly and you smirked at him, leaning closer and gently placing your lips on his neck.

"Well in that case, how about I help you with your "problem"?" You whispered before biting down on his ear softly and dragging him closer to you.

MINHO:

"I've had the most stressful day," you mumbled as you walked into the shared bedroom to see Minho sitting on the bed waiting for you.

"What happened?" He chuckled, his eyes lingering on you as you walked around in nothing but a towel after your long shower. The two of you would do this every day, you'd catch up about work and sit and bitch to one another about everything that had been bothering you.

"One of the interns passed out and smashed their head on the corner counter. I'd rushed him to the hospital but only after getting blood everywhere. Then my boss wanted me to run errands all day," you mumbled before Minho stood up and made his way over to you, smirking at you in the mirror.

"How about I make you feel better?" He suggested with a darkened look in his eyes.

"Yeah? How?" He simply winked at you before reaching for your favourite brand of moisturizer and pulling the towel off your body.

"Go and sit on the edge of the bed," Your whole body was heated up with the sudden attention but you moved to the edge of the bed, sitting down and letting Minho work his magic on you.

The whole time his hands gently massaged the moisturizer into your skin you couldn't help but get more and more turned on, your whole body shivering with desire for him. But just as quickly as the touching started it had stopped and you let out a small whine of protest,

"I have to go, I'll see you in the morning though." Minho kissed your cheek and you stared at him,

"What?"

"We have the Pyjama party ASMR video to shoot tonight...I told you about it." You stared at him completely dumbfounded, you thought his applying lotion was his way of getting you ready to be in the mood and now all of a sudden you were being left high and dry

"But I thought you were...g-getting ready to, you know?" You gestured toward you both and then back to the bed and he chuckled a little.

"You thought I was trying to turn you on? Baby we both know I don't need lotion for that," He winked but you didn't even entertain him with a giggle, you glared at him as he smirked and left you alone promising to make it up to you tomorrow.

CHANGBIN:

When you'd suggested rubbing lotion into Changbin's skin he'd been a little taken aback by the suggestion but he wasn't going to turn it down, even now as you massaged the moisturizer into his skin he was letting out small whimpers and moans. It was turning him on a bunch and he knew you knew what you were doing to him, it had to have been the whole reason you'd suggested this "pamper night" to him in the first place.

"I'm going to go and shower," You told him as you finally finished putting the last lot of lotion into his skin, gently placing a small kiss on his shoulder as he let out a small whine of protest.

"You just spent all that time getting me hard and now you're leaving?" He stared at you as you made your way to the ensuite door, freezing when you heard him asking this.

"I did what?" You giggled a little, looking at him as you began to notice the pitch in the sheets and you bit down on your lip a little.

"Come on, don't tell me you didn't intentionally turn me on. We both know the kind of game you're playing," He winked at you and it felt as though your whole body was on fire. The two of you hadn't been intimate for a while, things had just slowly fizzled out and you'd placed that down to work stress or other complications in life.

"I turned you on?" You whispered a little shocked, all you'd done was apply some lotion to him so that his skin wouldn't begin to go dry or crack in places.

"You didn't mean to?" There was a complete switch up in Changbin's behaviour, the once cocky man was now blushing and whimpering as he tried to explain himself to you.

"I didn't mean I wanted to...I-I just...I thought that was your intention, we don't have to-" He could barely finish his sentence before you kissed him deeply and roughly, practically throwing yourself into his arms as he took your clothes off.

HYUNJIN:

Hyunjin was letting out a small whine as you applied pressure to his thigh, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to ignore the cramping that was happening. All week long he'd been in pain with a sore thigh muscle and you'd been doing everything you could to make him feel better, Tonight seemed to be a little bit different, the cramping wasn't so bad but he was getting majorly turned on whenever you pressed the lotion into his skin.

"Hyunjin?" You giggled as you noticed his shorts beginning to grow tighter with each passing second and he looked down at you with a smirk on his lips.

"Sorry baby, I can't help it when you have your hands on me like this." He let out a small whine and your whole face heated at the sudden thought of him getting turned on just by your touch.

"I'm doing this so you won't be in pain." You reminded him, that the lotion you were applying had some soothing abilities and was supposed to stop muscle aches from the first use,

"I won't be in pain if we have sex though." He teased, running his hands over your shoulders as you slapped his hand away from you,

"You're such a pig," you teased, softly pushing him to sit down on the edge of the bed and work your hands on his thigh again, smirking as he continued to let out small whimpers of your name.

"Let me work my magic and I'll see about giving you what you want afterwards." You teased him.

JISUNG:

Jisung had been over the moon with excitement when you'd asked him to put some lotion on your back and arms, he'd started slowly with your arms and as he got to your back he'd begun to try some techniques he'd had done to him during a massage. The whole time he had this giant smile on his face, the thought of getting to make you feel good was making him so happy, not to mention he knew why you'd asked him to do this. The two of you had been too busy with work and your job to make time for being intimate with one another but tonight was your night off and you could finally spend some alone time together.

"There baby, all...done..." He frowned when he heard some soft snores coming from your lips and he moved to the side to see that you were out cold in front of him. How could you have fallen asleep through that? He was doing everything he could to turn you on, just like he thought you'd wanted.

"Babe?" He whispered, softly shaking your arm as you grumbled in protest, squeezing your eyes together as you tried not to blind yourself with the light.

"What?" You mumbled a little annoyed that he'd woken you up after you'd just gotten to sleep but you looked at him to see him blushing brightly.

"Why did you fall asleep?" You laughed a little and sat up on the bed, It was almost 10 at night and you were tired, it was no wonder you'd fallen asleep.

"Because it felt good?" You shifted off the bed and went to hunt for some PJs you could go to sleep in,

"But I thought you'd asked me to do it for you...as a form of foreplay?" You froze in place and slowly turned around to face your boyfriend who appeared to be looking a little confused.

"I-I just needed help with lotion." You giggled a little at the thought of him thinking it was your way of asking for sex, it was adorable.

"Oh."

"But if you're that horny Jisung, I can help," You smirked as you stood in front of him, slowly sinking onto your knees and running your hands up his thighs as he stuttered and stumbled to find the words to say.

FELIX:

The entire time Felix had been pampering you he'd been trying to keep control of himself but it was getting harder and harder with each passing second. His hands were sitting on your hips as he leaned in closer to you,

"Lixie?" You giggled when you felt his lips on the back of your neck, your whole body shivering at the sudden attention you were getting from him. You'd asked him to put some lotion on you because you'd been feeling a little dry lately but you hadn't expected this,

"What?" He chuckled softly, his hands slowly running down your thighs as you let out a small whine of his name, he knew that your thighs were your weakness.

"What are you doing?" You whispered, your body slowly turning to face him as he winked at you,

"Giving you what you wanted, baby."

"I wanted lotion," You nodded at the bottle that was now discarded next to him and his whole body burnt with embarrassment.

"You didn't want to have sex?" He stuttered a little and the two of you were now stuttering messes as you stared back at one another, a little shocked at where this had gone. It wasn't as though the two of you had never had sex before but it was still a little embarrassing for you to talk about so openly.

"Well...Y-Yeah but I didn't suggest lotion for it to lead to it." You slowly leaned into Felix and kissed him gently,

"But now you've gotten me in the mood, don't stop." You begged, biting down on his lip gently as he smirked at you.

SEUNGMIN:

You'd been sitting on his lap the whole time as you applied some lotion to his face to "keep his skin hydrated" but Seungmin could see right through you. He knew what you were trying to do and in front of all of the boys? He couldn't believe you were being this adventurous with him tonight. The two of you were spending the night at the dorms and were sitting in the living room with everyone when you suggested the lotion to him,

"Let's go to the bedroom." He whispered to you as you frowned,

"I promised I'd do this for Jeongin," you whispered back to him, Everyone was focusing on the movie that was playing and you didn't want to interrupt them.

"Hell no." He said suddenly and rather loudly causing eyes to fall onto you both as you frowened.

"It's just some lotion-" You tried to speak but he cut you off. There was no way Seungmin was going to let you sit on Jeongin's lap and do the same thing you had just done to him.

"You're not doing to him what you just did to me."

"What did I do to you?" You barely had time to ask when you were suddenly being ground down against Seungmin's crotch and your eyes widened.

"I didn't mean to...I-I thought I was just doing your skincare." You whispered to him as his eyes darkened a little.

"You knew exactly what you were doing." He mumbled as you shook your head at him, there was no way you were going to fuck under the same roof as 7 other men.

"No, and it's not going to happen tonight," you told him before tapping the tip of his nose and getting up from his lap, going to sit beside Jeongin so you could moisturise his face next.

JEONGIN:

Jeongin watched in fascination as you got all of your supplies ready for the night, your lotions waiting on the vanity for you.

"You want some lotion?" You questioned when you noticed his eyes watching you the whole time. His heart raced as he stared at you, you were standing naked in the bedroom and his mind was racing at all of the things he wanted to do to you. The two of you hadn't had sex in a while since he'd been on tour and tonight would be the first night together in a long time.

"I'd love some." He blushed, stripping down so that he was naked and you smiled to yourself, letting out a small giggle as you began rubbing the lotion into his shoulders. Slowly leading your hands down his arms and chest making sure you got all of his body and that his skin was properly hydrated. As soon as he was done you smiled proudly of yourself and moved away from his body.

"Done. I'm hopping in the shower, do you wanna go and make a hot drink?" You said as you headed to the bathroom, noticing your boyfriend's mouth was just hanging open,

"You're just going to shower after turning me on?" He was blushing, trying to hide his boner with a blanket that was on the bed and you let out a small giggle,

"I turned you on?" You wondered how you'd only applied some cream to his skin it wasn't as though you were doing anything particularly raunchy.

"I thought that was what you were meant to be doing?" He suddenly blushed as he watched you closely,

"No...I was just applying some lotion to you." You studied him for a second before smirking to yourself,

"Come and join me in the shower though,"

"But you just applied lotion." He didn't know why he was suddenly so bothered, he should have jumped at the chance to get in the shower with you.

"I can put more on you after," You smirked grabbing his hand and dragging him into the en-suite with you.

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disneyprincemuke · 2 months

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mastermind * op81

oscar did not expect that he had to share a bed with you during his trip to visit you over his break

pairings: oscar piastri x fem!reader

word count: 2k

notes: guys omg i've just been so squashed mentally so i've kinda been struggling to write but no worries,, here is a long overdue and that promised forced one bed trope with oscar <3

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leaving you behind so he could travel the world was never part of the plan that oscar had mapped out in his head. and you packing up to move several hours away for grad school also was not the plan.

it just makes it all the harder during his short breaks to come and see you. his breaks are truly barely considered one, always asked to come down to headquarters for meetings and strategy talks.

but this time is different. he’s finally managed to shake off his duties this one time, taking a train to finally go and visit you.

there’s a festival nearby, or maybe a concert — he can’t remember which specifically — that didn’t allow him to book a hotel room for himself. besides, the solution is easy when you’ve been friends your whole life; he was just looking for a room out of courtesy and respect for your space.

but when you stepped forward and told him he’s being silly for looking at hotels, he knew that was your subtle way of telling him that he will be staying with you during his stay.

so here he is, a heavy and bulky backpack over his shoulders as his eyes bore on the door of your apartment. he hears some shuffling on the other side before the lock clicks, followed by squeaking as the door is pulled open.

it reveals you, hair up in a bun with your glasses sitting on your nose. you’re still in your pyjamas, he’s guessing you never left your apartment to prepare it for him.

“oscar!” you squeal, throwing your arms into the air. “you’re here!”

he beams and holds his arms out. “you knew i was coming!”

“i know, but i’m just so excited to have you here!” you finally take a step forward and bury yourself into his chest. “it’s been a while — you’ve just been so busy and unattainable.”

“unattainable is a bit much,” oscar chuckles as you open the door slightly wider and beckon to let him in, “just didn’t have the time to come down to you. but i still talked to you.”

you shrug, “i know.”

“well anyway,” he says, putting his bag down on the empty spots next to your couch, “thank you so much for letting me stay. if i didn’t know any better, i’d assume that you somehow hijacked the odds of all the hotels not having rooms available for my stay.”

you laugh, looking over your shoulder to give him a bewildered stare. “i’m not that powerful, oscar.”

it’s only then he realises that your couch was not prepped to be a bed, unlike what he had been expecting when he took up your generous offer to stay in your apartment. it’s not exactly his first time sleeping over at your place, but you almost always prepared your couch to be a bed when he pays a visit, which does not seem to be the case this time around.

“hey?” he calls out hesitantly, looking over his shoulder to get your attention as you trudge the kitchen by yourself. “the couch isn’t made up like a bed… did you forget or something?”

you tilt your head, convincingly confused at him. your eyes trail to the couch behind him before realisation hits you. “oh!” you break into a soft laugh as you approach him. “well, you see… it’s a new couch and it’s so fancy and pink — you can’t possibly sleep on it!”

oscar scans your couch. and to your defense, it does look very pristine and new, and very pink. he can understand where you’re coming from when you claim that he should not sleep on it.

“so, you know,” you say in a slightly softer voice, looking down to the ground to avoid his gaze, “we can share my bed — it’s more comfortable anyway. you wouldn’t get a good night’s rest on this tiny couch.”

oscar turns to look at you before he shrugs. “sure, i guess you know best.”

“i swear!” you squeal, guiding him towards your bedroom to let him settle his things inside. “the couch is too small for you.”

he can only keep laughing at the way you continue to defend your decision to let him share the bed with you.

this situation is less than ideal for him. not only has he spent years of your friendship silently pining for you, but now he is forced to share a bed with you for a week.

though, arguably, this is the best way to finally ease himself into asking you out. but he just can’t be too sure unless he hears it from your lips, telling him that you feel the same. but you’re not saying anything directly to his face.

oscar tries to push away the nerves from sharing a bed with you for the rest of the day. you go out and explore the town you’ve spent the past couple of months in, trying new dishes and taking him to your favourite spots. he enjoys the day with you, not having realised that he missed having you around this much in the time you spent apart.

he couldn’t make it out for your graduation, which sucked, but you claimed that it’s okay because he’s got a big boy job unlike you.

he completely forgot about the situation at hand. the one he spent almost half the afternoon thinking and stressing over, but went away the minute you were laughing at a joke he had made nonchalantly.

it wasn’t until he stepped out of the shower and saw you already passed out on the bed that he suddenly remembered that he was going to have to share the bed with you for the next few nights. you were comfortably nuzzled into one side of the bed with the blankets pulled up all the way to your chin.

oscar almost bails on sleeping on the bed with you, weighing how much more painful it could be if he just made up some stupid excuse and slept on the floor instead. ultimately, he deemed that it would be completely not worth the body pain if did that.

so he sucks it up and dragged his feet against the floor to join you in bed. he tries to carefully lie on the bed without waking you up, suddenly feeling slightly claustrophobic even though you had pushed yourself so far to the edge of the bed that he fears you might fall out at some point in the night.

alas, when the bed dips, he flinches at the way your eyes fluttered open and a lazy grin stretches your lips. “hey,” you croak out before turning to the other side of the bed to give him his space.

“sorry i woke you up,” oscar whispers, hesitantly climbing under the blankets. “goodnight.”

“goodnight, oscar.”

it takes him a while, but he does eventually fall asleep. all he could think of until he passed out was the fact that he is sharing a bed with you for the first time in your friendship. he truly doesn’t know how to act knowing that your back was pressed up against his as he drifted off to sleep.

however, he does have a very good rest. perhaps it was how soft your bed was that contributed to how well he slept. or maybe it’s the pair of arms strewn loosely over his stomach or the face nuzzled into his arm and– wait a second.

oscar opens his eyes, hyperaware of the way your body is now tangled in his with the blankets loosely covering both of your bodies. he wants to move your hand away or excuse himself before he lets his heart take over his mind and do something he might spend the rest of his life regretting.

you don’t seem to be bothered, because as if you had sensed it out of him, you pull your arm back to rub your eyes. “morning.”

“uh,” he hesitates to look at you, “hi?”

you hum, squeaking at the end. “something wrong?”

“you were um,” oscar clears his throat. he should just ask you out, shouldn’t he? he tries to reason out with him as fast as he can without worrying you. you’ve practically cuddled — for god knows how long through the night — and shared a bed; what could go wrong, right?

he will deal with the consequences if your answer is not as expected.

“what is it?” you pull back slightly and furrow your eyebrows. “what do you think we should have for breakfast?”

he blurts it out, which is not the way he envisioned himself ever asking you out. he considers himself calmer than the average person but there was something about your somehow forced proximity. “i like you a lot.”

“what?” you laugh, pulling back even more as your eyes widen.

oscar stares at you as he feels the whiplash of his decision hit him. he knew it. he should not have asked you out now; the rest of his trip would definitely be awkward the rest of his trip. he should have just asked you on his last day so he could spend the time apart getting past the embarrassment of getting rejected.

of thinking that asking his friend out is a good idea.

“oscar,” you laugh again, scrambling to sit up. his cheeks heat up, clenching his jaw as the embarrassment consumes his body whole. “of course, i like you too.”

he looks at you from the corners of his eyes, arms folded over his chest. he hears his heart in his ears, his entire body running from the sheer adrenaline of finally confessing to you about something he’s had to keep in his chest for years. “seriously?”

“you are so cute,” you put a hand on your chest and tilt your head. “how can i not?”

oscar lets out a heavy breath, his airways clearing at the positive ending the situation is seeing. “so can i take you out on a date today? if you don’t mind that we stray from your itinerary, of course… i know you spent a long time coming up with it.”

you shake your head, unable to contain the growing smile on your face. “i don’t care — we’re going on a date!”

— bonus

oscar stands up from his seat, starting to gather the used plates that littered your dining table. he’s found the time to be the one to visit you once more, after a long triple header of races, so he came down instead of having you travel out for him.

your first date went well, of course, and that eventually led to a second date. by the third date, oscar mustered up the courage once more to ask you to be his girlfriend.

you’d been friends for so long that it didn’t really matter when he asked you to make it official. at that point, it just felt long overdue when you also admitted that you’d had feelings for him for a while.

he catches a glimpse of your neat couch, pillows and a throw blanket stacked in the corner again like clockwork. he hears you walk out of the kitchen, handing him a glass of cold water. “you know… if you weren’t so weird about your new fancy couch, i probably never would have confessed my feelings to you.”

you put your glass down on the table and walk over to the couch without another word, pulling the cushions off and throwing it on the ground nonchalantly. oscar’s eyebrows shoot up as you unfold the bed, revealing the sofa bed that you had owned this entire time. “i know!” you beam, throwing your arms in the air.

he stares at you. “you… what?”

“yeah!” you squeak, now returning the cushions to show him the set-up of the sofa bed. “i orchestrated it all!”

“you’re sneaky!”

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luveline · 2 years

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hi! i loved you’re bodyguard james au sm! could i request something super fluffy with bodyguard james, maybe reader getting ready for bed and james doting on her <3

omg yes of course, thank you for your request! some mutual pining with bodyguard!james x fem!reader

"Do you think it's silly, sometimes, that you have to wait outside my door?" you ask James, hip popped against the doorframe, tired and lagging and wanting his attention.

He's thankfully deigned to turn to you, though his position is ramrod straight. "Not really."

"I understand when I'm out of bounds, but... you know, my door locks."

"You know as well as I do a lock won't stop some people."

"How about two locks?"

"Enough," he says. There's so much fondness there that you step forward. James gives you a stern look, which might be intimidating because of his general tall, lean shape if he were anyone else but himself. "Go get ready for bed."

"You can't boss me around," you say, and then turn into your room to get ready for bed anyhow. His laugh follows you.

You leave the door open and James doesn't move to close it. It's nice to have his company, to hear the lightest echo of his breathing. You live in such a quiet house, you'd almost think it was you and James alone.

But you're never alone.

"Jamie?" you ask, shrugging out of your soft cardigan.

He hums rather than answer.

"Do you get tired?" you ask, ducking down to look in the vanity's mirror.

You start to pull the jewellery from your hair one glimmering gem at a time, and then pull off the heavy, elegant chain of your necklace. Both easy enough. It's the bracelet you struggle with; the catch isn't manoeuvrable with only one hand.

"Sometimes. You know somebody swaps with me at one though? I don't stand here all night."

You approach him with a little more shyness than before and offer your wrist. "Can you help?"

His fingers slide over your skin obligingly.

"You work such long shifts. One to one. That's twelve whole hours. Don't you think that's excessive?"

"I'm head of your team. It's my job."

The bracelet unclips. James lowers it into your open palm, where it pools. A snake of tiny gems. You close your fingers around it.

"You don't think it's hurting you, all this working?"

"Pajamas."

You huff and head back into your room, dropping your bracelet into the mirrored tray you keep on your vanity. You'll put it away properly tomorrow in the safe jewellery box, but for tonight it'll live with your clips and chains.

"It doesn't hurt me," James says.

"Do you get all the sleep you need?"

"Eight solid hours."

You know he eats enough. He swaps out sometimes with other people to eat lunch, but usually he just eats it with you when you ask, and you always do. It doesn't exactly fit any professional boundaries.

James is your friend.

Maybe.

You grab some clean underwear and pyjamas and change right there in the middle of your room. James won't peek. If he did you wouldn't care. "You have enough time to yourself?" you ask.

"Interested in my private life?" he asks. You can hear his smile, his suggestive eyebrow raise.

"It's more hours than anyone should work, is all. Maybe you could change to eight."

"Ah, trying to get rid of me," he corrects himself.

You push your arms through the sleeves of a dainty nightgown and laugh. "Absolutely I am."

"Have to try harder than this."

You neaten the skirt and frown at your legs, wondering if they look a little dry, and decide some body lotion won't hurt. "Mandarin or lavender?" you call.

"You said the mandarin one made you itchy, last time."

"But it smells really good."

"That's the lotion eating at your skin."

You wrinkle your nose and bend at the waist to moisturise your legs. You wish you could brag and say it was an erotic, film worthy affair. It's mostly a scrabbling of your palms up and down. You sigh and work it up your thighs until you're soft to touch all over.

"If I weigh it up," he says suddenly, seriously, more serious than you're expecting, "it's less work to take longer shifts with you. I'd rather spend the hours watching you than orchestrating other people to watch you... I quite like looking after you."

He clears his throat. "Not that I look after you," he says.

You pad out into the hallway. James has turned his back to you. His arm tenses almost imperceptibly under your hand as you reach for his elbow.

"You definitely look after me." His skin is smooth. It's so hot under your touch that you can feel it moving up into the heels of your palms.

"It's my job," he says.

You'd thought about kissing his arm. Thought about it. His comment snaps you into reality. A goodnight kiss in any form at all would be inappropriate. He might like his job, but it's still a job.

"Where would you be, if you didn't have to work?" you ask.

"Come and stand in front of me," he says gently.

You do as he says. His eyes follow over your outfit. You let yourself believe his expression softens, though your logical head knows it's not the truth. James might be sweet on you, and he may even know how you feel about him, but that's where it all ends. He doesn't like you. He's paid to be here.

"What are you thinking?" he asks.

"That my socks aren't doing their job. Is it cold in here?"

"What are you really thinking?"

He's very patient with you when it comes to stuff like this. It's confusing, because James has about as much patience as you have subtlety.

"Are you okay?" he asks.

"I'm okay."

"Well, you look lovely. What an incredibly short nightgown," he praises amorously.

You flush with heat but decide you'll feed into his dramatics rather than tell him what's really wrong with you, stepping back to do a clumsy spin. "Picked it with you in mind, handsome."

"Yeah? Anything else?"

You gasp. "You overstep your station, good sir."

"I can't be blamed. You always look your softest before bed."

Your breath catches. You stop your flaunting and flouncing abruptly to look into his warm face. He looks to you, letting his arms fall from their crossed position to either side of his defined chest. Your eyes flit between his beauty mark. One to the left of his hawk-shaped nose, one below his lashes, three down his left cheek.

It's weird to want someone and have them this close, and know you will probably never, ever have them.

"If I didn't have to work," James says, face as impassive as his stance, a closed book. "I'll show you."

He holds out his hand. You don't take it. He thrusts it forward again.

When you finally give James your own, he spends a moment rubbing the back of it with his thumb like he's never felt it before.

He leads you into your room. He's been in here before, of course, but still, it's a lot to be led. You don't have a clue what he's doing, you think Oh, he's taking me to bed. But he skirts around it and brings you to the first window, pulling the curtains to one side.

He points. "See there?"

You follow his finger. "The gates?"

"The gates."

"James, I don't understand."

"That's where I'd be, if I didn't have to work. They probably wouldn't let me in, but I'd wait right there by the gates for you."

"That's not funny," you murmur.

"I'm not joking."

You grow very still. James drops his hand into the curve of your neck and follows it over the slope of your shoulder. It's affectionate, sweet, and very, very soothing.

His lips touch the side of your head, though it might be accidental. You're tired enough to imagine he's kissed you. "Brush your teeth, shortcake. And then bed. You have a long day tomorrow."

"Oh, don't remind me," you mumble.

"Okay, I won't."

He squeezes your shoulder one last time, clears his throat, and returns to his post. You brush your teeth and try not to sneak glances at the back of his head through the gap of the ensuite door.

#james potter x you #james potter x reader #james potter #james potter x y/n #james potter imagine #james potter fanfic #james potter fanfiction #james potter fic #marauders era #marauders #bodyguard!james potter #bodyguard!au

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pricescigar · 11 months

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Albert Wesker treating you when you're sick – HC's

Admin note: I know, I know I haven't done one of these in a long time. So please take this as forgivness? 🥲

Photo belobgs to me!

No gender specified, for everyone to enjoy ❤️

CW: being unwell, Mentions of vomiting, fluff, daddy kink

You being sick doesn't stop you from doing your day to day tasks, even if it is a little sniffle here and there or a chesty cough

But the one man you cannot fool is your beloved Albert, sure he is a mad scientist but he does know the basic functions of the human body.

He could tell from your tired eyes, sluggish movements and pale face... You're sick, you need to rest.

"You need to rest." The familair stern yet soft voice of Wesker could be heard

Of course as usual you protested as per usual, but it wasn't long before Wesker had scooped you up in his arms, taking you in his arms.

As much as you hated to rest, you knew Wesker wouldn't leave you alone. And so you gave in, allowing him to take you to bed... Helping you get into your pyjamas and putting the covers over your body.

You almost even fell asleep in his arms as he carried you to the stairs.

"Daddy will take care of you..." He would say planting a kiss on your cheek.

Wesker would watch you like a hawk, when you was resting. He knew how stubborn you was about resting.

He noticed how much of a temperature you had and do he got a damp cold flannel placing it on your head trying to get your temperature back to normal.

If you was feeling sick and wanting to throw up, he'd leave a bucket near or quickly help you to the bathroom.

Rubbing your back in comfort, getting you water to ease your stomach too.

During Lunch time he made you something light to ease your stomach, soup was light and would always make you feel better

He even watched movies with you, whatever you wanted to watch ... He'd put it on for you. Anything to make you feel better.

Even if you fell asleep on him he'd wrap his arm around you, keeping you close to his chest as you rested.

During dinner time it was prodiminately warm food, anything to get your body sweating. If you wanted to get better, you would have to sweat the sickness out of you.

No matter how much you whined if you was hot or cold, he'd put another blanket over you along with the bed covers.

"Do you want to get better? Then you need to sweat it out if you do." Wesker would grin at you a little, not once did he leave your side he always stayed with you.

Aside from Water, tea, he also gave you vitamin drinks every day. (Or Juice) He was pretty serious about your health, he was taking no chances.

Even during the night when you struggled to sleep, or your body was aching in pain. He was there to comfort you, holding you closely. Softly humming.

Sometimes he'd tell you a story, or talk about anything... The sound of his voice helped you sleep.

He wouldn't sleep until you fell asleep.

If it came to a situation where he would go to work in his office for a little bit in his home, he'd leave the stuffed bear he got you, putting his cologne on it. Making sure it smelt like him.

(You may have stolen one of Albert's shirts too to put it on the bear, and maybe his glasses as it works rest ontop of the bears head)

The whole week he never left your side helping you get better every step of the way, he hated seeing his little dove get sick.

When he noticed you was feeling much better the next week, he would smile in accomplishment knowing that you was okay now.

"I would always care for you..." Wesker whispered planting a few kisses down on your neck.

Apologies if it's so short! 🖤

#albert wesker #albert wesker resident evil #albert wesker x you #albert wesker x reader #resident evil wesker #dbd wesker #resident evil

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Reader feeling really bad bc of depressive days, and az tries to encourage her to do things she likes (like skincare, haircare…) and gives her so much love 💗

Im just thinking in this headcanon for so long 🥺🥺

oh that is a sweet one, I hope you are okay❤️

Azriel would immediately notice the change in your emotional state, knowing you didn't feel so good

he can read you so well and quickly understands what you are going through

Az has had struggles with mental health all his life, he knows how bad it can get and he knows he has to be there for you

he WANTS to be there for you, making you feel good again

the day starts with a slow morning where Azriel makes you breakfast - all your favourite things, brought to in bed

he knows in these days you often struggle with eating and making yourself a meal so obviously he does it for you

you will eat together while Azriel tells you a little about the day ahead, the day he has planned for you

first you stay in bed longer, he holds you, your hold each other

later in the morning you will do things you enjoy, draw a little, read a little, listen to music, etc.

lunch is once again Azriel's job, but he will make you join him in the kitchen where he constantly lets you taste what he is cooking

he will also fool around a little, hoping to cheer you up and he really manages to bring a small smile to your face

lunch you will eat in the living room on the couch where you then also stay and read a little more, Azriel holding you tightly to his chest, his arm wrapped around you

you will also talk about your mental health, you can fully open up to Azriel, pour all your emotions out while he listens to every word you say

Azriel is there for you, holding you, supporting you, encouraging you

when the evening comes Azriel will help you do your skincare, knowing how much you value it

he himself will also put on a face mask while you chat a little

later you will bath together where Azriel washes your hair, soft and careful, worshiping you and pampering your whole face and upper body with soft kisses

over and over he tells you how beautiful you are

when done with bathing he helps you into your most comfortable pyjamas and carries you to the bedroom where he will wrap you into his strong arms, letting you sleep on his shoulder

#azriel x reader #azriel headcanons

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idontplaytrack · 15 days

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Goodbye to Spring

Janis ‘Imi’ike x fem! reader

Warnings: coarse language, child loss + miscarriage mentions, blood & bodily fluids mentions, Janis’ Dad makes an appearance

Part 3 of 3. Read part 1 & part 2.

“

I should not have to be doing all of the work. The bigger person shouldn’t have to be the kid.

”

— Elena Alvarez, One Day at a Time. Season 3 E13

(Pictures used above are from Pinterest)

Winter has gone, and so did spring. Day after day, week after week and month after month. The loss of Malia and your first baby boy, Nālani continually weighted down your hearts. But life still went on without a pause. Some nights, memories haunted you and Janis. Other nights, you were on cloud nine, feeling like nothing could stop either of you. Today was June 21st: the first day of summer, also the day you lost Nālani a year ago. It’s been 165 days since Malia has been gone. From the moment your eyes peeled open, you’ve had a heavy feeling in your heart.

“Hi, darling.” Janis walks in. You blinked at her, blankly, trying not to burst into tears. Janis seemed to just know it. “I’m so sorry.” You sniffled looking away from her as you frantically tried to swipe the tears away with your fingers. “I can’t help it, I’m sorry.”

You were woken up by the familiar nightmare of events from the day you lost him. You weren’t even thinking about anything related to that recently but it crept up on you anyway. “It’s alright.” She held you in her arms, “It’s alright, baby.” “I didn’t want to cry today. I just- I hot a dream about that day and it just—”

Janis shushed you, rubbing your back. You let go of the teddy bear, struggling to get out of her embrace to go wash your face. “No, no. Hang on, baby. Hang on.” She held you back, “You don’t have to hurry yourself. Cry if you need to cry.” The miscarriage was the single most painful thing that’s happened to you until you went through Janis’ whole situation with Malia and the recovery— which had been traumatic for you and her both. The physical pain and shedding of leftover fluids and tissue took weeks to settle down. And all she had left was a big scar on her abdomen and memories that have scarred her for life.

The teddy bear nearly falls, but Janis catches it and put it back onto the bed safely. You had one, Janis had one too. They slept in bed together with the two of you, for comfort. The silence was then suddenly broken by a string of doorbell rings and the intercom buzzing, “Open up, you two. We’re here for you.”

“Shit.” You pulled away, “I need to go wash my face.”

“Okay, be careful.” Janis slowly broke away, “I’ll go let them in.”

As you slowly kicked off the blanket, you crawled out off bed and walked into the bathroom. As you did your morning routine, you here Janis greeting Regina, Gretchen, Cady, Karen, Aaron and Damian— in that order. “I made breakfast. Help yourselves.”

“And I brought drinks.” Regina quipped.

“For breakfast? Regina George, my, my.” Damian’s voice was heard.

“We need a treat, okay?” Regina answered while you dried your face.

“Is she awake yet?” You heard Gretchen asking.

While you changed into a different set of pyjamas— because you all were staying in, you heard the bunch of them chatting. Then, you walked outside to join them. They all greeted you with hugs, like always. As you dug into your breakfast, Janis’ hand rested on your knee as she ate as well. The conversation was kept lighthearted, for obvious reasons but very appreciated that this came naturally to them.

“y/n~” Regina called for you in a singsongy voice to make you laugh and you did, “You want a mimosa, baby?”

“Sure.” You shrugged.

“You know— a butterfly kept flying after me after I parked down the block and we were walking here. Like- why just me?” Damian mentioned. The group laughs, “Dude, I think Malia just wanted to have a little fun with one of her uncles.” Aaron snorted, taking a swig of coffee.

“Ew, why are you drinking coffee when we have alcohol?”

“Some people prefer a non-alcoholic beverage at nine in the morning, Regina.” He retorted, tossing a tater tot in her direction.

“What the hell is that for?” Regina tutted, catching the bite-sized food and popping it into her mouth. “But yes, Aaron, I agree. Malia just wanted to have some fun with you, Damian. Be glad it was you.”

“I told her to do that.” Janis chimed in gleefully.

Damian gasps dramatically, “How dare you freak me out? They said I scream like a girl, you silly goose.”

“Talk to her. Not me.” Janis playfully raised the teddy bear in his face.

“I was, my friend. I see the bear.” Damian had a hand clutching his chest.

“Aw, cute.” Regina chuckles, “She still flies by, then?”

“So often.” You nodded, putting down your fork.

The buzzing of the intercom interrupts the lively conversation, confusing all of you. Until…

“Janis, honey we gotta talk.”

“Fuck’s sake.” Janis curses.

“Just ignore them. They’ll leave.” Regina nudged.

“They will not leave.” Janis scoffs, getting up. Next thing you heard was Janis going off on them in Hawaiian, which you barely understood. “Too little, way too late. I’m not forgiving Mom. No, you can’t just show up and expect us to welcome you with open arms—”

Janis’ Dad barged in, alone. “Your Mother hurt you and y/n, and I am very sorry for what she’s caused but please know I’m sorry. I couldn’t change her mind, Janis. You need to know that, but you don’t have to forgive me.”

“Your mother and I got a divorce.” He continued, “I’ve had enough of pretending with her that I’m not happy that you two have each other. I’ve failed to let you see that by staying on with your Mother and that was the biggest mistake because you and y/n had to go through so much alone.”

“We weren’t alone.” Janis spoke up, inevitably sniffling, “We had our friends, but it fucking hurt to see my own parents hate the sweetest person I’ve ever met. The most important, most perfect person I have in my life. That woman is so fucking tough. She almost lost her own life a year ago today but she fought. She also saved me when she could’ve done something selfish and saved Malia. She chose me. You chose my mother who made my life hell. I don’t get it…of all days, why did you show up today? When we’re grieving. When we’re trying to celebrate the memories we did have with our son. Your timing is so impeccable I could hate you for that too. How dare you and Mom make y/n cry harder than she already had that night. How dare you fill her mind with that guilt? How dare you? You didn’t help me, you didn’t help her when we were expecting. You hated our children. That alone enough for me to cut you off. Coming here and ask for forgiveness after it’s too late?”

You didn’t know what to do. You weren’t feeling like yourself today and the gang was just there waiting for an appropriate time to even try and interrupt. But Janis- there was no stopping her. She needed to get it out. “I am done being nice and pushing away my own feelings and feeling all of yours. You hurt me- over and over and over. We’ve been together for eight years. You have had ample time to fix things, but you didn’t. I don’t want this burden anymore. I should not have to be doing all of the work. The bigger person shouldn’t have to be the kid. Please, go.”

That gave Janis the closure she needed. A weight lifts off her shoulders, but she was still hurting over a lot of things that have made her who she is. But the side of her that’s been deeply hurt? You and the gang were the only ones who’ve seen it until today.

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“Okay, good for you, baby. Now cry it out and drink up.” Regina pours her a glass, “Go on. Trust me. You need this. You deserve it.”

You excused yourself and sat outside, in the backyard. Damian followed you out. “Honey, what’s the matter?”

“They hated our children.” You told him, “Maybe, maybe that’s why we lost them. We didn’t have the blessings.”

“Oh, honey. Please don’t go thinking about all of that, please. That’s not—”

“They hated me, so it makes sense that they would’ve sent negative thoughts my way.”

“Honey, please don’t go down that path right now. We love you, we’re all here for you. They can go fuck themselves.” He hugs you, you sobbed. “Thanks, I just needed to get that shit out of my head.” You sighed.

“Don’t worry about it.” He assured, “Oh, look! It’s your baby girl again. Back to make me scream like a girl.”

You chuckle, watching the butterfly. “I’m okay, baby. I’m okay. You know I am- just need to cry some days and I’m good. Don’t scare your uncle Damian again okay?”

“I’ll get back inside. I’m gonna let you have a moment.” Damian patted your shoulder and went back into the house.

“Thank you for always sticking around, baby.” You talked to the air— well, the butterfly. It’s always been the same one, or the same kind at least. “But you gotta remember to do what you wanna do, too. Just make sure your brother knows that and is okay- he doesn’t give us a whole lot of signs like you do, Malia.”

It lands on your knee, fluttering it wings as if to say hi. “Go have fun with your brother.” You said, “I’m gonna go spend some time with your Mom and our friends. If you wanna stick around, stick around. But, go play, too. Okay?” With that being said, you walked back inside, watching the butterfly over your shoulder. It stays on the orange tree for a minute or two before it flew away.

“You okay?” Janis asks.

“Better, yeah.” You answered honestly, “Are you okay?”

“I finally did what I should’ve done years ago. So yes, very okay. Very proud of myself for cutting him off.”

You snaked an arm around her waist, she leans her head on your shoulder. “I’m so proud of you.” You told her softly.

“It’s always gonna be you and me against the world. We have our own family right here. I know we’ll be perfect.”

“Amen, sister.” Damian raised his glass, “Cheers, y’all.”

“Cheers.” The gang chorused, glasses and mugs clinking.

They hung around all day. Playing board games after breakfast then all going out for lunch in the afternoon. And dinner, a picnic under the stars. It was the perfect close to the day.

“The sky’s gorgeous tonight.” Janis remarked.

You agreed with a nod, “It really is.”

“You guys are family. You heard me, right?” Janis continues, “Every single one of you. Every single one of you have been with me through the all the highs and lows. That’s more than my own parents have done for me. I really, really cherish all of you. And I am so grateful for you all sticking by me and y/n.”

“You can never get rid of us.” Damian says. The rest of them agree.

“Never.” Damian leans closer repeat himself. The butterfly appears out of know where and got all up in his face and he squealed, falling out of his seat.

“That’s our girl.” Janis guffaws, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Oh, a thousand percent.” Regina says, “Alright, a toast to the most badass people in our family, and our darling niece and nephew, everyone. Cheers- we love you.”

“Oh, my God.” You mumble, sharing a look with Janis because of those three words.

The gang declared, taking a sip, “We love you.”

(Okay the ending wasn’t as strong as I hoped it would be, and I kinda hate it- but I did it. It’s the end to this little story)

#auli’i cravalho #janis 'imi'ke x fem reader #janis ‘imi’ike #mean girls 2024 #mgmm fics #x reader #female reader #reader insert #regina george #renee rapp #cady heron #lgbtqia #wlw #queer #spotify #Spotify

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chxrryhxrtreplies · 1 year

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I managed to lose the request for this fic so hopefully the person that requested it ends up seeing this! This will be a two part story and I’m going to get started on part two tomorrow <3

Draw stars around my scars - Remus Lupin x Female Reader

Synopsis: It is a few days after a full moon, a bad one. You haven’t seen Remus since and you are beginning to get worried, so you sneak into the infirmary. How will Remus react to your surprise visit?

Warnings: Angst, swearing, mentions of blood and injuries.

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It’s Sunday, four days since the full moon. Sirius and James were still adamant that you could not visit Remus, claiming various things such as, “They gave him the wrong medicine and now his head’s twice its usual size” or that “If you step even one foot into the hospital wing, you’ll catch the most recent strand of wizards’ flu – and that stuff is deadly!”

At first, you were sure that they had Remus’ best interests at heart when they were spouting this nonsense at you, but in all honesty, you were beginning to doubt it. You had always visited him after previous full moons – hell, you had even helped carry him to the hospital wing after some particularly bad nights, so why could you not see him now?

This line of thought is how you found yourself padding along the hallways under the thick cover of night, moonlight pouring through the vast windows that stretched from floor to ceiling, where chandeliers hung down. Paintings lined the walls too, and you could hear murmurs of their complaints behind you as you carried on walking, your wand serving to illuminate your path.

You rounded the final corner to the hospital wing, tentatively approaching the entrance as a shiver ran its way up your spine – you were beginning to wish you had worn a little more than just your pyjamas and cloak, a pair of shoes probably would have made the journey less chilling, but you left in such a rush to see Remus that you did not even consider that.

Lifting your wand up, you held it steadily in front of the lock and whispered, “Alohomora.”

After hearing the tell-tale clink of the door unlocking, you stepped forwards, wrapping your hand around the doorknob, but your thoughts stopped you for a moment. Normally, breaking into the infirmary would be something you frowned down upon and if Madame Pomfrey caught you, or if anyone caught you for that matter, there would undoubtedly be consequences, even if you were just trying to check that Remus was okay. You weighed out the pros and cons, fingers still gripping the handle, before making your decision. You missed Remus and seeing him was worth any punishment you could be given. And so, you twisted your wrist, wincing as the doorknob whined.

Following a slight struggle, you resorted to shoving the door open with the brute force of your shoulder, which you found made the entire ordeal a lot easier, but also a whole lot louder. You finally stumbled into the infirmary, the scraping sound ceasing as the door slowly clicked back shut behind you.

Your eyes flitted around, taking in the numerous empty beds and lit sconces that brightened the room, the shadows of the flames flickering and dancing across the walls. As you wove between the rows of beds you noticed that none of the students were first years, let alone suffering from the black plague, like Sirius had told you – though it was not as if you would believe him, he was an absolutely terrible liar.

Once you had finally reached the far end of the hospital wing, you located Remus’ bed, which was not a massive feat. The curtains were drawn around it, obscuring your view so that all you could see was his silhouette, curled into itself as he laid there.

You assumed that he was sleeping and turned to leave him alone to rest, but before you snuck back out again, you heard his sheets rustling and a particularly pained groan slipped out from his throat.

Concerned, you shuffled back towards the curtains, reaching forward and carefully pulling them back, trying to create as little noise as possible.

As you revealed him, even under the dim lighting, you took notice of the many bandages wrapped around his head; more than were usually there and you frowned, it must have been another bad full moon, the first one in a while.

“Remus?” you questioned, eyebrows knitting together in slight worry when he did not respond. “Remus, are you alright?”

“No.”

You wanted to kick yourself for that one – he had just been locked away in the Shrieking Shack to deal with a full moon alone, what sort of answer were you expecting?

“Well,” you replied cautiously, picking up the copy of The Daily Prophet that laid atop his bedside table and unfolding the pages to reveal today’s headline, “How would you feel if I read you the paper? It says there’s more information on the national goblin strikes – I remember you mentioned being interested in that, Rem.”

“Already read that one,” he grumbled, rolling over so that his back was facing you.

“Okay, how about,” you offered, wandering around to the foot of his bed, taking a seat on it, springs squeaking as you got comfortable, “once you get better and the strikes stop, we can go down to Gringotts, get some money out, and then we can buy some new books together.”

In response to this, Remus said nothing, but instead buried his head further into his pillow, hardly even acknowledging you.

“Remus please, just speak to me alright? I’m here for you,” you pleaded him, your eyes lighting up slightly as he began to sit up, looking at you for the first time since you had arrived. This close, you could really see how torn up he was, with fresh scratches across his face, crossing over the faded scars of older wounds, almost looking like reflections of each other. He still had some blood on his skin around his cuts, though it was dried now, and you assumed that the nurses had not been able to clean it off without worsening his pain.

He seemed to notice your eyes roving across his face and body because he began to pull down the sleeves of his sweater, covering his forearms as an almost ashamed look took over his features.

“Please just leave me alone,” he pleaded, his eyes shut, and brows knitted together – a melancholic sight, and you wished you knew how to help him.

“Rem…” you whispered, leaning in to him, your arm lifting up to cradle his face, “you don’t have to talk to me yet, okay?” Your palm was on his cheek now, you could feel the ridges of his scars under your fingers, the heat of his skin warming yours up, the left-over blood sticking you to him – like some sort of blood bond, you thought, a small smile raising the corners of your lips.

You stayed like this for a moment, a peaceful moment, before you brought your other hand up to rest against the column of his throat, atop the layer of bandages wrapped around his neck and you could feel the steady thrum of his heartbeat beneath your fingertips.

“I love you, Remus,” you mumbled, as if it were a promise, something to be shared between you two and no one else, a secret.

You found yourself tipping your head forward, foreheads kissing as your palms held his face, his skin feeling damp… with tears? You pulled back and his soft brown eyes stared into yours, unblinking, something changing behind them as he grabbed your wrists and yanked them away from his cheeks, holding them tightly in front of him.

“I told you-” he spat, roughly shoving your hands away- “just piss off.”

#harry potter #marauders era #marauders imagine #marauders #remus lupin #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin angst #remus lupin x reader #remus john lupin #sirius black #sirius orion black #james potter #james fleamont potter

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thefrontofmymind · 7 months

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i’m not sure if you still take requests, but i would absolutely love a fluff/soft matty where he comforts an overwhelmed/overstimulated reader! i’m autistic and have sensory meltdowns from time to time, and all i can think about is how matty would understand (being a neurodivergent lad himself) and how he would put his hands over my ears to block out the noise or how he’d take me out for fresh air to get away from it 🥹

ofc only if you have the time!!

- ✨

Overwhelmed (matty healy x autistic!reader)

an: i hope this lives up to what you were hoping for love!! lmk <33

You either had the option of focussing on your guilt or the too-loud music and the too-bright lights. You promised Matty you would come with him to this party, you thought you’d be able to handle it–normally you could. But maybe it was the long week you had or the fact that you had to mask all freaking day that just made it impossible.

You were trying to focus on the conversation of the circle of people around you but you couldn’t stop fading in and out of the disassociation that was forcing itself to the front of your mind.

You just kept quiet, it was getting harder and harder to breathe and you couldn’t move. You got stuck staring into the dark pool of Coca-Cola in the glass in your hand–each bubble was reminiscent of your mind, slowly rising to the top until it burst.

You couldn’t even make out what anyone was saying by that point, it was all just a blur of gibberish and indistinguishable faces.

Right when you needed him, Matty put his hand on your forearm, squeezing just enough to get your attention–it was the one thing that kept you from going numb altogether. When you looked at him he just raised his eyebrows at you–his look of concern, the way he would always silently check in on you, especially in settings like this. You didn’t need to tell him so explicitly that you were struggling to function, the slightest shake of your head was enough for him to know right where you were.

“Time to head off, I think?” He phrased it as a question, even though he knew your answer, to help you save face in front of the group of strangers around you. You were thankful for that.

You politely bid your goodbyes as best you could while still so fragile, before Matty directed you to the front door of the swanky Beverly Hills house that had been stressing you the whole evening.

The air outside was cool and fresh, just what you needed. Matty let go of your hand once you were outside, but still close enough to your side that if you wanted contact with him again, he was right there for you. This wasn’t his first rodeo, he was used to you needing space in times like these, but he always wanted you to know he was there for you, however you needed him.

“Ice cream on the way home?” He asked as you both made it back to his car.

“I just wanna go to bed,” you answered. “Too tired.”

Matty nodded. As he turned the ignition, he was quick to turn the radio off just as the car started, but he’d let you decide if you could deal with wind coming in through the windows.

You felt so much more comfortable once you had gotten into a pair of cosy pyjamas, and slipped into your’s and Matty’s bed with fresh cotton sheets that felt so cool against your skin.

The only thing missing was Matty, your Matty. You had to fight to keep your eyes open until he was out of the shower and in bed next to you. You never felt more calm than cuddled into his side.

“I’m sorry,” you said, breaking a long string of silence between the two of you.

“What for?” He asked.

“You know…making you leave that party early…”

“Oh, don’t apologise for that,” he scoffed. “You were just doing what you needed to do, and I’ll always be there for you when you need me.”

You couldn’t fight the smile on your face. “You’re too good to me.”

He laughed and kissed the top of your head. “Cause I love you, Baby.”

#matty healy imagine #matty healy x reader #matty healy fanfic

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hobobobo-fett56 · 9 months

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Sorry I’m late sugar tits

Stu Macher x AFAB!reader

Genre: pure fluff

Warnings: stu calls reader “sugar tits” I am so sorry, swearing, literally the softest thing I could think of

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You had really REALLY tried to stay awake, but the more math homework you did, the harder it was to not at least want to be unconscious.

So it shouldn’t have been a surprise to Stu when he slipped in your bedroom window near one in the morning to have found you passed out on your desk.

He had just finished up with some “homework” of his own (ghostface-ing) and he couldn’t wait to be curled up with you watching horror movies on the tv in your bedroom (pretend we can afford that).

“Sorry I’m late sugar tits- oh shit” he was about halfway through his sentence (and your window) when he noticed your slumped form over your desk.

Quietly slipping the rest of the way into your room he walked over to where you slept.

You did not look comfortable.

Your back was hunched in an unusual way, and your forehead was directly on the table; for some reason you didn’t have your arms under your head at all.

Stu took a minute to admire you. There was a bit of drool coming from the corner of your mouth, and one side of your face was squished, making it look like your nose was broken, but your boyfriend thought you were the cutest thing on this planet. He loved how peaceful you looked while you slept, how your whole face relaxed and you were just allowing yourself to rest.

He took a tissue out of the box on you desk and gently wiped off the drool on your face while rubbing your back.

“Baby, babyyyy” he whispered, stirring you easily because of what a light sleeper you are.

“We gotta get into bed, ok, you gotta wake a up a little bit so I can help get you ready for bed”

Looking at him with hazy eyes you shook your head, “Nuh uh, don’t wanna.” Your voice was almost unintelligible with how quiet it was.

Stu smiled softly “Ya huh pretty baby, come on, I’ll do all of the work, you just just lift up your arms, you don’t even have to be awake.”

You huffed but reluctantly lifted up your arms.

“There you go gorgeous, is it ok if I take off your shirt?” You nodded and he peppered small kisses around your face and littered you with words of encouragement, repeating the same question for each piece of clothing to make sure that you were comfortable with everything he was doing.

Once he had wiped off your makeup (he makes sure he always has makeup wipes on him since you told him how you hated to fall asleep with makeup on), put your hair up for the night (if you wear a bonnet or need to have your hair in a protective style for sleep, whatever your routine is), and you were changed into one of Stu’s shirts and a clean pair of underwear, he lifted you into his arms, each hand secured around your thighs as you wrapped your legs around his torso so that he could stand up with you on him.

“Good job baby, you did so good, almost done, I just have to get into into some pjs myself, ok?”

With much difficulty, as you were still clinging to him, your boyfriend struggled out of his jeans and t-shirt, and hobbled into a pair of plaid pyjama pants from a drawer that you kept in your room full of spare clothes for him. When he was done he sat at the edge of your bed and unwrapped you from around him so that he could get you tucked in underneath the covers before he got in.

He laughed lightly when you whined at the sudden loss of contact, but quickly tucked you in and crawled next to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you so that you were on top of him, chest to chest, rubbing his hand absentmindedly over your back.

“I love you, stu-ey” you mumbled, still half asleep.

Even though you had been dating for over two years, and no matter how many times you said them, those three words never failed to make him blush.

“I love you to pretty girl, so much” he kissed your head a pulled you somehow closer, rubbing your back until you both fell asleep cuddled up.

The next morning you were surprised to find you in your bed, in pj’s, and being practically smothered by your giraffe of a boyfriend.

You were significantly less surprised when you saw that he had changed you into your laciest pair of panties underneath the oversized shirt.

Sure he could be sweet but Stu was a pervert at heart.

At least he was your pervert.

The end. ❤️❤️

#stu macher #ghost face #scream #scream 1996 #stu macher x reader #stu macher x afab reader

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runningfrom2am · 10 months

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achilles heel - V: red jetta

summary:

Grace is the very opposite of her brother in every way. when she finally moves onto campus at UNC Chapel Hill, she feels like she gets to be her own person, make her own friends, and hopefully start a promising career in the museum industry, and maybe, one day, get married to her high school sweetheart and live the American dream for herself. Rafe Cameron however, upon their very first meeting, throws a wrench in her very perfect plan.

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rafe cameron x fem!oc, rafe is giving very much homewrecker, fanon!rafe (kinda), college!au, friends to lovers, slow-burn (maybe?), minimal oc description, drug and alcohol use, mostly unedited, (these tags are not exhaustive, lmk if i should add anything!)

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January 25th, 2019

Grace dropped off the face of the earth for the two weeks that followed. Rotting away in her room, keeping up with readings as best as she could, but she truly struggled to even get out of bed. Her roommates would bring her food from the caf, and despite her not being extremely close with them they were so supportive. They'd all been through it before in a way that Grace never had.

Ben had tried reaching out, and so did Rafe, a couple of times, but Grace would quickly delete them out of embarrassment that they even had to find out. That Rafe had to see her like that- he witnessed the whole thing, and she cringes at the idea of even having to look at him again. He was so sweet, though; he helped her get home, listened to her, and let her cry on his shoulder for what must have been hours. She ruined that party for him.

But enough is enough, and she has to get back into her classes. She can't sacrifice her GPA over Nate, and on some level she knows it will be healing for her if she does well despite him believing that he is so much smarter. She can rub a spot on the Dean's List in his face from a distance, if she must.

She'll go to class the next day. It's settled. She's making an effort to clean the mess that her room became, so unlike herself, when her roommate knocks on her door. "Grace? Can I come in?"

"Yeah." Grace answers, quickly throwing the trash in her hands into the bin next to her desk and facing the door as her friend walks in.

"Hey." She smiles sympathetically. "Woah, it looks great in here!" She says, looking around.

Grace laughs a little bit, looking at the piles of clothes on the floor she's yet to clean up. "Well, not exactly.. I'm just trying to organize a bit before classes this week."

"Oh, you're going? That's great." She smiles. "Uh, there's some guy here to see you- not Nate." She quickly assures her and Grace furrows her brows, thinking on it for a second.

"Ben?"

"He didn't tell me his name." She shrugs. "Should I tell them you're busy?'

"No, no. It's fine. Lord knows I need to socialize a little bit. It's just my brother, anyway." Grace chuckles, putting her slippers on to walk out to their shared living room as her friend leaves, laughing with her.

"She's coming." She hears her roommate say before returning to her own room.

Grace takes a deep breath before leaving her room, closing the door, and walking out towards their entryway. She freezes when she sees it's not her brother, but Rafe standing there instead. He looks at her and smiles a little awkwardly. "Hey. Just thought I'd come check on you, it's been a while."

"Oh, hi." Grace says, returning the smile, her whole body flooding with the rush of embarrassment as she gets flashbacks to what happened weeks before. "Thank you, I'm doing alright." She says, resisting the urge to look down and face the state of her pyjamas that she's been wearing for at least a week consecutively.

"Want to go for a walk, or something? Get some fresh air?" Rafe asks after a moment. It surprises him how good she looks, not physically, but despite the bags around her eyes, she looks polished. Her hair is brushed, and her skin is still as clear as ever. If he didn't know what had been going on, he wouldn't have guessed.

Grace looks out the window behind her, seeing that it does look like a nice day, and the sun is about to set. With some warm clothes, a walk might be really nice. "Yeah, actually. That sounds nice. I'll just get dressed." She agrees, quickly turning and retreating back to her room. She dug through her closet to find something warm (and clean) to wear, throwing it on with a beanie before rushing back out. "So sorry to keep you waiting, I think I'm good."

"All good." Rafe smiles at her, opening the door for her as they walk out. "So, have you left your dorm at all the last couple weeks?" He asks, raising an eyebrow at her.

"Uh, not really, no." Grace admits, cheeks turning red as she looks down.

"I don't blame you. Breakups are shit." Rafe says, trying to make her feel comfortable. "Once, after my ex left me, I locked myself in my room for a week. I couldn't eat, I couldn't sleep, couldn't do anything but smoke the pain away. Ask Kelce, it was hard to watch."

"Oh, I'm sorry you went through that..." Grace replies honestly. It makes Rafe nauseous, almost, how she's so instantly empathizing with him when she is actively going through the same thing. And having been a first-hand witness to her breakup, he is comfortable in the assumption that she is much worse off than he was. He just wanted her to see she wasn't truly alone.

"It's fine, I'm better for it." Rafe shrugs as they walk out of the building. "That was a couple years ago, so being sixteen, I was probably overreacting anyways, even if that was my first relationship."

"I don't think so." Grace shakes her head as she speaks quietly, Rafe having to lower his head to hear her properly. "It's scary, and sad... and lonely, a little bit."

"I agree, and I'm glad you mention that," Rafe nods, poking her arm gently with a smile. "Because I actually lied to you."

Grace looks up at him, confused now as they walk down the sidewalk. "I have a surprise for you, and we're not actually going on a walk." Rafe admits, smiling smugly at her as they continue walking.

"What is it?" Grace asks.

"You'll see." He smirks, and they continue down towards student parking.

When they get there, Rafe stops her by standing in front of her. "Stay here, I'll be right back." He grins and she nods still thoroughly confused as she watches him run into the bushes behind a few cars, coming back with a couple of plastic grocery bags.

"Now, which car is Nate's?" Rafe grins, holding the bags at his side and looking around the parking lot as he stands directly next to her.

"Uh, why?" Grace asks, leaning over to peek in the bags.

"We're gonna wreck it." Rafe answers proudly, smiling down at her now. "So which car is his?"

Grace thinks on it for a second, unsure if that's a good idea. She's never been one for revenge, but she would be lying to herself if she didn't admit she'd love to know Nate is facing some kind of karma. "Nothing like.. permanent, right?" She asks, just to clarify they can't get in any real trouble.

"No, 'course not." Rafe shakes his head, knowing full well he's got a bag of sugar with its final destination being Nate's gas tank, but he'll wait until Grace goes back inside for that. "Just thought we could vent our frustrations a little, it'll be totally harmless."

"Okay..." Grace agrees hesitantly, looking over to Nate's parking spot. "It's that one. The Jetta."

"Jeez," Rafe laughs, shaking his head. "Driving that ugly thing around is a crime in itself. He deserves this, honestly, he can’t get away with treating you like that. He’s a jerk, and you deserve better." He says, starting to make his way over to it and Grace is following close behind.

They approach the car and Rafe places the bags down, crouching down to dig out all the supplies he bought. Eggs, honey, peanut butter, grease paint, molasses, paint stripper, if Target had it, he bought it. "Pick your poison, Gracie. All you." He smiles, standing up and placing his hands on his hips, looking over at her.

"Uh..." She looks back at the building they came from, silently assessing the odds that they'll be seen as she blushes from the nickname.

"You want me to go first? I don't mind." Rafe offers and she nods.

"Yeah, yeah sounds good." She whispers, watching him as he grabs the bottle of honey and opens it, squeezing its contents all over the windshield, a smile falling over his lips. She gasps and covers her mouth with her hands, but his smile is contagious, and she ends up giggling as she watches.

"C'mon." Rafe encourages her, nodding his head towards the bags. "It'll feel good."

Grace smiles and grabs a bag of flour, ripping it open and hesitating a bit before throwing a handful overtop of the honey coating the windshield.

"Grace, c'mon. You can do better than that." He insists, chuckling a little at her hesitation. "That asshole deserves worse than that."

Grace nods a little, more determined this time as she grabs more, throwing it all over the honey that Rafe coated the glass with. "He fucking loves this car, it's so ugly. I hate it. I've always hated it!" She's laughing as she continues.

"Yeah! Atta girl, fuck this shitty old car." Rafe laughs, smiling as he watches her loosen up. When he notices she's almost out of flour, he quickly returns to where everything was piled up on the ground, grabbing her the box of eggs. He doesn't want her to lose this momentum she's just picking up. He joins her side, holding the box open for her.

Grace breathes heavily, smiling and looking over her handiwork. "Here, don't stop now." Rafe smiles, and she takes one out of the box, taking a couple of steps back before throwing it at the front of the car. The egg's fragile shell breaks open and sprays its contents over the red paint of the vehicle, making Grace jump up and down a little bit with excitement. She's quick to grab another, and another, and another, effectively coating all sides of the car in raw egg.

By the time they think they're done, both of them are covered in the evidence of their crimes. They stand side by side in front of the mess-covered car, chests heaving with the energy they spent on the task as well as the adrenaline rushing through their veins. Particularly Grace. She's never done anything like this before, something bad. It felt so good. "I think it's missing something, hey?" Rafe asks, tilting his head as he examines the vehicle, now covered mostly in darkness after the sunset.

"What?" Grace asks, turning her head to look up at him. He's got flour and molasses stuck to his face, and she smiles a little to herself. He looks so much more relaxed than the Rafe she's used to, but she first saw this side of him at that party. Suddenly it's not such an embarrassing memory anymore.

"Write something on it." He suggests, his eyes returning to hers as he looks at her expectantly.

"What do I write?" She giggles, looking between him and the car. Rafe just shrugs, gesturing for her to do it.

Grace walks up to the car, leaning over to write across the windshield with her finger. When she's done, she steps back and looks up at Rafe for his approval.

"Oh, that'll piss him off. I like it." He laughs, giving her a high five.

'Worlds Dumbest Engineering Student'

this part was SO cute and so fun to write omg

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lover-i-lover · 9 months

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Bedtime struggles

Spencer borrows into your arms holding op the book he wants you to read now. You gently push it back in his arms, watching as he sucks on his pacifier, a pout growing on his sleepy face. "Baby, Mama's read you three books already. It's bedtime now" You coax, gently brushing some curls behind his ear.

Spencer begins to grow fussy, kicking his feet around under the covers and trying again to get you to read the book. It's a disney book, maybe one actual page of writing in the whole thing.

You take it, giving Spencer a firm look. "Last one, you understand? Then right to bed"

Spencer nods, a smile growing behind his pacifier as he snuggles op to you. You begin to read, slowly, hoping he'll pass out soon. You finish the book all too soon for little Spencer's liking. He blinks op at you, unhappy.

Spencer pouts so badly his mouth is almost a fully on V. "What now sweet boy? Mama read you a fourth story just like you asked..Are you uncomfy Baby?" You coo, gently stoking his hair as Spencer's mouth becomes more flat.

Spencer mumbles something you can't understand. You gently coax the pacifier from his mouth, keeping it in your hand so he can still see it, his comfort item isn't being taken away. "My jammes..Icky" he says, squirming around a bit.

"Oh....How are they icky Baby?" You ask, gently stoking his hair. You'd brought him new footy pyjamas with a space print, you'd made sure it was a soft fabric so it was comfortable but some things just get on Spencer's nerves.

"T-The foot stitches Mama, it Itches"

"Oh Baby why didn't you say so?" You get op, grabbing Spencer's older, comfortable and worn out, long pyjamas not not footie ones. You help Spencer out from the covers, undressing him and then redressing him in the known pyjamas. You kiss his forehead and he giggles. "Is that better Baby?" You coo, waiting for a response before tucking him back into bed.

He nods, eyes fluttering, struggling to stay awake. "There's my Baby" You coo, picking him op and tucking him back into bed. Spencer's gently sucking on his pacifier as you tuck him in tightly. "There we go, no more fussing now okay?"

Spencer pouts a bit but does nod again. You slip in beside him, letting the smaller boy snuggle op to you again. You were tired, so tired. Spencer lays op on you, snuggling his head into the crook of your neck.

You reach a hand down, gently giving him his much beloved bum pats. He giggles, wiggling his lower half after so slightly. You continue to pat his bottom, waiting for him to fall asleep before you stop and let yourself fall asleep.

#criminal minds #spencer reid #dr spencer reid #criminal minds y/n #spencer reid x reader #little!spencer #criminal minds agere #spencer reid x fem reader #fem reader

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actuallyadhd · 7 months

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Hi, I wonder if you have any recommendations on sleeping schedules, I always fall asleep way too late (4am) so I end up waking up past noon, it’s a mess for holding a job and being a “functional adult” in general.

I’ve had this issue my whole life, even as a young kid I would struggle with mornings, but now I have to pay rent so I’m running out of options.

Also, any tip about getting to places on time would be super appreciated.

Thanks for all the info <3

Sent September 28, 2023

Sleep can be really hard. I don't usually go to bed until the wee hours myself, but I blame that on menopause more than anything else, since it wasn't a thing before.

When I had trouble with sleep as a young adult, it was usually because I'd gotten hyperfocused on something and forgot that sleep is good.

What I've found is that having a really basic bedtime routine can help a lot, and I try to follow the same sequence of events regardless of what time I finally start heading to bed. This helps remind my brain and my body that sleep is good, and makes it more likely to happen.

You might have to play around a bit to find what works best for you, but mine is as follows:

Realize I'm sleepy

Feed my guinea pigs

Use the bathroom

Change into pyjamas

Do some puzzles (e.g., Sudoku) until I'm falling asleep while trying to solve them

Some people read until they're falling asleep, but I can't read before bed because I hyperfocus on words and will stay up all night reading.

If you really can't figure out a way to get yourself to bed earlier, look for work that will fit into your sleep schedule. Things like night security, convenience store staff, etc. could work really well for you.

Being on time for things is hard, and different strategies work for different people.

When I was struggling most with being on time, I tried all the things everyone says to do: I had a designated spot to keep things like my keys and my wallet, I set alarms, etc. But I was still late.

Eventually, I figured out that it doesn't matter how ready I am, when I need to leave I will putter around for a while before actually walking out the door. There's always "just one more thing" that I "need" to do before I go. I timed myself, and I was puttering for an hour every time.

So I figured out what time I needed to leave in order to arrive on time (I was living in Calgary, Alberta, at the time, and it took about half an hour to drive anywhere I needed to be), and then I added an hour on to that and adjusted my alarms. I had one go off an hour before I needed to be on my way, and another go off when I needed to be in the car.

Another thing that really helped was having someone message me or call me when I should be on my way, particularly if I was giving them a ride.

These days, most of my things are with friends. I message or text them when I'm leaving, since that tells them when to expect me (I live in the country and am half an hour from the city). This helps deal with frustration and lets them know that I do, in fact, value their time. I'm not late because I don't care, I'm late because time isn't real.

Followers, do you have any thoughts on these issues? How do you deal with matters of sleep and timeliness?

-J

#adhd #asks #actually adhd #anonymous #sleep #timeliness #being late #insomnia

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luveline · 1 year

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jaaaade!!! I wish we could see more of eddie and reader alone!!! Would you be open to writing about another date without roan or maybe roan at a sleepover??? xoxoxoxoxoxo

hey!!! eddie and roan without the roan!!! cw suggestive (they are deprived of one another its not my fault (it is technically my fault))

It's disconcerting to come home from work when Roan isn't there. There are no cartoons playing on TV, no shiny black Mary Jane's at the bottom of the stairs, no red vinyl raincoat on the bannister. Eddie's instantly visible across the hall in the kitchen, though his back is turned to you, arms buried in the sink. He's wearing your Walkman, head bobbing to music.

You nip into the living room even though Roan isn't home to feed Lucky the fish.

"Baby?" Eddie shouts, loud, like he's mad.

You quickly close the fish tank and present yourself for scolding. "What?"

He's set the Walkman aside.

His shirt is one of those shirts that he uses for both everyday life and bed. There's a hole at the neckline, and a wet patch near his stomach from the dishes, and the whole thing comes off in about ten seconds.

You gawp at him. Eddie can be forward, but this forward?

He bursts into boyish giggles. "Your face! What are you thinking?"

"What am I thinking?" you ask, on the defensive instantly, because not being so gives him room to dig his claws in. "I'm thinking me and my boyfriend are home alone for the first time in at least a month, and he's just called me like a dog and stripped in front of me, and- Eddie! Get away from me, don't you dare!"

He snaps out like a snake and his arms are around you python tight, pulling you against his bare chest unabashedly.

"I'm not your boyfriend. We're to be wed, if you forgot. And… You are such a nympho."

"I am not," you say, grinning with laughter even as you struggle in his arms to get away.

"You are. I took my shirt off because it's wet, not to come onto you."

"Do you remember when you used to be nice to me?" you ask mildly.

"No."

"No, me neither. Be nice to me, Munson, or you can make your own dinner."

"You're making dinner?" he asks, eyes widened in surprise.

"Don't act like I never make dinner."

"Sorry," he says, "it's not that-"

You pat his cheek. "You do always make dinner, though. 'Cause you're a sweetheart, through and through."

"Well you clean the bathroom, and we know how gross it is. Roan's a little freak."

"She's a witch. Her latest potion included at least a quarter of your hair mousse, by the way."

He leans in close to your face. "I'll make you dinner for the rest of our lives, if you want me to." His romantic side quickly fades back into the shadows. "But if you're offering, it's definitely your turn."

"Nice," you say wryly.

He hums his agreement, gives you two quick but well-meaning kisses, and let's you go where he'd herded you to the front door. "I'm gonna put on a dry shirt. Bring your pyjamas down?"

"Please, handsome, if you will."

"Duh."

You spirit into the kitchen and turn the oven on. Then you wash your hands, pull a sack of potatoes from the cupboard, and get to chopping.

"We're having homemade french fries and burgers. Unless you don't want burgers?" you ask, not looking as Eddie returns to the kitchen.

"That's not funny. You know I always want burgers."

You shove all your skin-on fries into the colander and you and Eddie swap. "Wash them for me, please?"

"I'm already feeling like you cooking tonight is a lie."

"I'm not lying!" you say, pushing your pants down to your thighs.

You step out of them one leg at a time and shake out your pyjama pants. Eddie looks at you for a second, turns back to the faucet, and then double takes hard enough to make his neck click. You boo at his theatrics and pull on your new pants before he can waylay you with his nice hands. You're excited for some 'private time' with him, more excited to fill the aching pit of hunger in your stomach, and he could likely seduce you with one well aimed touch, so best to get dressed.

"You have the fucking hottest thighs-"

"Don't, Eddie," you plead, already laughing.

"I'm being so serious right now. Fuck, can I just squeeze one?"

"That's not even romantic."

"I'm not trying to be…" He sets the washed potatoes aside on the draining board and quickly scrubs his hands dry. "I'm being honest with you, if I don't get my hands on your legs tonight I'm gonna pass out."

His methods are questionable, but it's nice to be hyped up like that, especially when he usually keeps it PG. "You look so pretty today," doesn't ever lose its potency even when he says it every day, but the rarity of his more salacious comments means that each one makes you wanna jump him.

"I think…" you say softly, tipping the fries on to a sheet pan and drizzling them with olive oil. He waits for you to finish. "We can make a deal."

"What kind?"

"Kind where you take it easy tonight and let me spoil you, and I'll make it worth your while."

He takes it easy. He sits at the dinner table and you get to talk about things you haven't been able to for a while, properly, like bills and work and worries you don't say in front of Roan. Then you move on, talking about movies and music and heading into Indianapolis soon like you always say you will for an author event Eddie wants to go to. By the time the burgers are done, you're elated, head swimming with Eddie. You love Roan and love your life with her in it, but, separately, you adore Eddie. Everything about him. Even the way he talks is important to you: bravado and genuineness interlinked, making for an animated recount of his thoughts and feelings.

You place a plate down in front of him with a great burger and a heaping pile of fries, and then you grab a coke from the fridge and pour it into a glass for him carefully.

"You want ketchup?"

He squints at you. "I can get my own ketchup."

You take that for yes and retrieve the ketchup from the fridge, putting it with his plate and glass.

"Where's yours?" he asks, covering his mouth as he chews a fry.

You slowly, carefully, ease your way into his lap, giving him time to refuse you.

He doesn't.

You sit with your side to his chest and feel perfectly content as his arm wraps around you to hold you in place. "The deal is I get to spoil you," you remind him, stroking a curl out of his face.

"I thought you meant, like, dinner," he says.

"I do mean dinner. Dinner and everything else. You know you- you work so hard, 'n' you think I don't notice, I bet, but I do. You're the best dad, the best to-be-wed," you drawl. "You're my fucking guy, so you'll have to excuse me if I wanna get you the ketchup out of the fridge, loser."

"You're a fucking loser." He's beaming.

You stare at him, smile bright no matter how hard you try to tamp it down. "I love you. Let me hand feed you French fries like a serf holding grapes over an ancient courtesan, okay?"

He tilts his head back in wait.

Eddie lets you feed him fries, and somewhere between them his hand ends up exactly where he'd wanted it, between your legs and squeezing at the doughy flesh of your thigh. He couldn't look any happier.

"You know what else would spoil me?" he asks, nosing at the skin under your ear.

Your breath catches, sure he's going to say something awful. "What, baby?"

"If you ate your food."

You snort, spell broken, and go to stand, but Eddie's hand slides high up your thigh and lingers. "You'll need your strength," he adds.

You push at his chest with your hand, tempted to roll your eyes at his smirking and nerdy delivery. "Whatever, baby."

It's safe to say you aren't so dismissive of his bold claims later that night.

#eddie and roan #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #eddie munson imagine #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic

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kalolasfantasyworld · 6 days

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The bedtime story 🦅

Promised birdies one shot 💕 Honestly this is the cutest one so far.

Summary:

Just a fluffy evening at the Silva estate, during which the birdies are listening to a bedtime story.

Yes, there is an illustration 🩵

Type: One shot

Word count: 3736

It was supposed be short... but you know I can't write short stuff anymore. (I have no idea how literally reading of a story turned into 3736 words... There's nothing more there)

Author's note:

The bedtime story is @lyranova's YuNeva Mermaid AU, so all the snippet's were written and provided by Lyra. 💕

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The doors to the master bedroom at the Silva Estate opened very suddenly. Heinry dressed in his blue silky pyjamas, ran inside laughing and he was closely followed by little Natalia in her own lilac set. She was screeching and following her brother. They took a sharp turn towards the bed and Heinry propelled himself forwards only to land on the soft blue covers. He then helped Natalia get on as well, because the four year old was still a little clumsy.

However they did not have a lot of time until their mama dashed into the room and stopped in front of the bed. Her dark chocolate hair fluttered and a bright smile adored her face.

“You really think that you can hide on a boat?” She exclaimed to her children.

Natalia giggled and Heinry stood up on the covers.

“Sea monsters can’t get on the boat!” He replied.

“Mama sea monster!” Natalia added and jumped up.

“Oh really?” Helena flipped her hair. “Do you know what sea monsters can do?” She quirked her brow. “They can wreck the boat and then tickle the passengers!”

She quickly joined two of her kids on the bed, Heinry tried to shield Natalia, but he became the victim to the first wave of tickles, so his little hermanita tried to help him. Somehow they were both failing.

“Noureeeeen!” Heinry managed to shout between the laughs. “SOS!”

The brown haired boy ran inside the room at that exact moment.

“The sea monster got us!” Natalia screeched. “Hermanooooo!”

So Noureen had no choice but to join his siblings in the struggle. Only a flash of his pale red pajamas was visible and he jumped on the bed. Somehow the three of them managed to pin Helena down, or maybe she let them… Natalia was proudly lying on her mother’s stomach, while the boys were making sure she would not move.

“Mi amor!” Helena exclaimed. “Will you save the sea monster?”

Nozel walked inside the room. He closed the door behind him, before turning to face his family. He crossed his arms over his chest and raised his brows trying to look disapproving, but only trying because the soft smile on his lips was giving him away. His silver hair messily fell over his forehead and the parts which were usually pushed back and up stuck out in many directions. Long bags covered his nose and bits of his lilac eyes. Blue, silk pajamas softly crumpled. He took off his slippers and on his feet was obviously a pair of fluffy socks. Helena had stopped pondering years ago why he kept on wearing sandals outside, while at home he could just not wait for his feet to be warm.

“NO papa!” Heinry shouted. “We won fair and square, if you become a sea monster as well we’ll be at disadvantage.”

“Papa and I would win the war then,” Helena laughed.

“Only because you’re bigger,” Natalia was not letting Helena move as she continued to press on her belly.

“You’ve won hijos,” Nozel stated flatly.

“And I was once again abandoned by you,” Helena pretended to sob and earned herself a deadpan from her husband. She could not contain a chuckle.

“It’s late,” he said, “and we promised you a story. If you want to hear the whole thing we should start now,” he glanced at them. “Get off mama.”

The birdies listened quite excited about the idea of hearing a story. Heinry had a wide smile on his face. Natalia’s dark eyes were shining like little stars, while Noureen was blinking curiously. Helena managed to sit up as they let her go.

Nozel on the other hand slowly approached his desk. Next to neatly folded paper work there was a little pile of story books. They had found their way to that spot some time ago and since the story nights became quite a frequent occurrence, he did not feel the need to put them back to the library. He picked up the first tome.

“What are we reading?” He asked.

“Magic wars!” Heinry shouted.

“What about Pirates of Spade Kingdom?” Noureen inquired.

Nozel nodded and as he was about to grab the chosen story, Natalia looked up. Her deep dark eyes were like a puppy’s.

“Papa,” she pouted,”but it’s my turn to choose a story.”

Nozel narrowed his eyes. She was right, the last two times the boys got what they wanted. He nodded and noticed Helena gently stroke their daughter’s hair.

“It is hija,” Helena said. “What story do you want to hear?”

“Hmmm. Since you were a sea monster, then what about…” Natalia furrowed her silver brows adorably, but then her features brightened. “The little mermaid!” She announced.

“Whaaaaat?” Heinry made a grimace.

“But that’s for girls,” Noureen rolled his eyes.

“I am a girl,” she huffed annoyed and crossed her little arms over her chest. The movement was very Nozel like and Helena could not help the warm feeling bubbling inside her chest.

Nozel nodded once again, slowly blinking. He picked up another book and made his way to the bed. Noureen moved to the side to make space for him, so that his father could comfortably lean his back against the headrest. Helena also moved up on the bed and sat next to him. Between them there was a little space, so Natalia tried to wiggle her way in there, Nozel picked her up and placed on his lap. Noureen sat on Helena’s right side and Heinry lied down on his belly looking up at everyone.

Nozel opened the book and cleared his throat. However before he started reading Natalia softly pulled on his shirt.

“Papa?” she asked. “Can mama read again?”

Helena snorted and quickly tried to hide it, covering her mouth with her palm.

“You don’t want me to read?” he asked, blinking confused.

“Papa you sound like our governess,” Noureen pointed out.

“One of the most important events in the history of Clover…” Heinry started talking in a very flat and monotone voice, before making a snoring voice.

Nozel just parted his mouth, offended. His children were brutally honest.

“Okay hijos,” Helena chuckled. “Leave papa alone, or you’ll make him sad and there won’t be a story then.”

“There won’t?” Natalia squeaked.

“There won’t be,” Helena confirmed. “Because I would need to spend the whole evening cuddling papa, instead of reading.”

“Me disculpo papa,” Noureen looked down.

“Sorry,” Heinry added.

Nozel just passed the book to Helena, who smiled upon receiving it. Natalia used that moment and tucked herself closer to his chest.

Helena flipped the first page and then looked at each one of her children with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

“Are you ready to hear the STORY of the little mermaid Neva and prince Yuno?”

“YES!” Natalia squeaked.

“I still think that’s for girls…” Noureen sighed.

Helena just gazed at her son fondly, before continuing.

“Today was a very special day in the underwater kingdom of Atlantica; it was the king’s birthday. Everyone in the kingdom was celebrating, and it wasn’t just the merpeople, but the sea creatures as well! But out of all the festivities…”

***

“He watched as Neva’s long platinum blonde hair, which was kept in a loose braid at all times, swayed back and forth with the current. Her amethyst colored eyes that stated at the water’s surface shone with longing and wonderment. Her tail and fins, which transitioned from a lavender color to an amethyst one the further down it went, swayed calmly in the water and when the sunlight from above hit her scales just right they sparkled like thousands of diamonds,” Helena prolonged the last word.

“Neva is really pretty,” Heinry pointed out.

“I have silver hair. It’s not platinum blonde…” Natalia brushed through the strands and her nose adorably crinkled, “but maybe I could dress up as mermaid Neva for halloween.”

“But you don’t have amethyst eyes,” Noureen said.

“Hmmm,” Natalia pouted.

Nozel softly stroke her hair.

“You can still dress up as mermaid Neva,” he said. “Now let mama continue.”

Helena glanced at each one of her kids with a smile, before once again picking up the book.

“I heard that there was a ship coming by today, Neva explained softly.”

***

“She saved prince Yuno!” Heinry shouted.

“And she woke him up by singing,” Noureen added.

“Neva is sooo cool,” Natalia said.

***

“If I didn’t have these legs, I probably would have been caught by this animal. Legs really are convenient! Neva thought with a small smile. As she looked at the animal, she couldn’t stop herself from thinking how cute it was! It had long, golden hair and green eyes that stared at her with a perplexed look. But as Neva looked at it more, she noticed the dog looked very familiar…and after a moment she gasped,” Helena gasped as well and made a dramatic pause.

Currently a pair of deep brown eyes and three lilac ones were piercing straight through her. Nozel and their children all had the same perceptive gaze. The room was silent and everyone held their breath.

“This animal belonged to-!” Helena paused again, much to her loved ones dismay. She chuckled looking at all of them. “Belle, there you are!” Prince Yuno exclaimed,” and Helena with him, “his golden colored eyes narrowed and a stern expression appeared on his face.”

“I knew it!” Noureen was getting more energetic as the story progressed.

“Prince Yuno is handsome,” Natalia nodded and Nozel’s eyes widened in panic. Not his little girl. No boys until she was an adult, or no boys period!

“So, this animal was called Belle? Interesting,” Helena nodded thoughtfully.

***

“You…don’t have a voice? He asked, and she nodded. The grin slipped from Yuno’s face and a disappointed look appeared in his amber eyes, and that only made Neva’s heart sink further,” Helena breathed out heavily and looked down. “Then, there’s no way you could be the woman that saved me, he muttered softly as his gaze moved from her and towards the ocean. Neva frowned for a moment before she realized why he was saying that; she had sung to him that day, and that was probably what he remembered most,” she whispered.

“Oh no,” Natalia gasped weakly.

“I knew it was a bad choice to trust Vanica,” Noureen huffed.

“But she wanted to get to know Yuno, hermano,” Heinry furrowed his brows.

“And now she’s regretting it,” Noureen crossed his arms over his chest.

“She’s not regretting it! Things are just getting complicated.”

The boys were getting agitated. Nozel needed to stop them before it would escalate further.

“I see your point Noureen,” he stated. “It was a risky move, a dangerous one, but Neva decided to take a chance on love.”

“After all, if he falls for her within this time everything will end well,” Helena added. “Love is not simple and it’s not straightforward, but it’s worth it.”

“Really?” Noureen raised his brow unsure.

“You wouldn’t be here if your papa decided that love wasn’t worth the risk,” she pinched his nose and Noureen giggled softly.

Nozel just watched them and he could easily admit that it was all worth it. He had made many decisions that he was not proud of, but taking a shot with his and Helena’s relationship despite all the bumps was not one of them. Sometimes he continued to not believe how he had found himself in the current state, with their little familia, surprisingly full of love and affection. He was still learning about that second part and he wondered if at some point he would ever fully grasp it, but it did not matter that much. They loved him the way he was and his wife made sure he knew about it almost every day. He was so deep in his thoughts observing his familia, that he did not even hear, when Helena had started reading again.

***

“Was this…love?” Helena’s voice sounded dreamy. “Yuno shook his head and felt a blush rise to his cheeks as he looked away. This couldn’t be love, could it? But as his gaze drifted back to her, and watched as a gentle smile appeared on her face as she continued watching the fireflies, he realized that maybe this could be love…” she leaned forward and made a dramatic pause.

“It is love Yuno!” Natalia squeaked.

“This is so girly,” Noureen sighed.

“There, you see her, Sitting there, across the way, She don't got a lot to say, but there's something about her,” Helena started humming.

Nozel smiled softly and listened to his wife’s voice. She was not on Kahono’s level, but Helena could sing well. She put emotion into her voice and made his heart flutter with each note. He began stroking Natalia’s hair, remembering the night when he saw Helena cradle their little girl and sing her A La Nanita Nana, or that other time when she sang to him after... Nozel got lost in his memories and was pulled out only by Heinry and Natalia joining in on the song.

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la, don't be scared. You got the mood prepared. Go on and kiss the girl,” the three of them sang and Natalia giggled after the verse ended.

“Yuno could feel his heart beat anxiously in his chest,” Helena leaned towards Heinry, “just like the voice said, the mood was perfect right? So, why not?” there was an apparent question in her voice.

“It is perfect!” the boy agreed.

“Just kiss her,” Noureen whined.

“He leaned forward a bit, and he began to reach out to take her hands; but hesitated, wasn’t this being too forward?” Helena raised her brows. “What if she actually didn’t feel the same way about him as he felt about her? What if she got upset that he kissed her? What if…?” she paused.

The birdies held their breaths.

“Sha-la-la-la-la-la,” Helena hummed, “don't stop now Don't try to hide it how…”

“You wanna kiss the girl,” Heinry sang. “Sha-la-la-la-la-la, float along. And listen to the song.” Natalia and even Noureen joined in. “The song say…” Helena looked at Nozel and smiled lovingly.

She leaned in and closed her eyes.

“I’m looking away,” Heinry huffed.

“Bleh,” Noureen added.

Nozel leaned in still holding onto Natalia.

“Kiss… the girl?” he spoke awkwardly, as a reward receiving a small peck on the lips.

“Good job mi amor,” Helena pulled away and ruffled Natalia’s hair on the way. The girl giggled.

***

“And they fell in the water,” Noureen sighed. “I knew it! Vanica will not let them be happy.”

“Those were eels,” Natalia commented.

“Eeels belonging to Vanica!” Heinry pointed out.

“Ohhh,” she quickly nodded, that she understood.

***

“Yuno gasped and panted as his head breached the water's surface. His eyes quickly surveyed the area; the ship he was on had sunk, and Vanica the Sea Witch was nowhere to be seen,” Helena dramatically posed and gasped, her voice turning into an unsure whisper. “So, that meant they defeated her, right? They had won?”

“Of course they won,” Heinry said. He was excited with the story, but Helena noticed sleep slowly coming over him.

“But what if Vanica lived?” Noureen asked curling himself more comfortably next to Helena.

“So, that meant they defeated her, right? They had won?” Helena continued the question apparent in her tone. “A sigh of relief escaped him at the realization, everyone in the kingdom was safe…that was good. As he continued looking around he noticed someone was missing,” she spoke sadly. “Neva? He called out, his voice full of confusion. She was just here wasn’t she? So…where did she go? Maybe the beach?”

“Neva?” Natalia was worried. Even though her eyes were closing themselves every few minutes, she was determined to stay awake until the end of the story.

Helena continued to tell the sad story of how Neva watched Yuno from underwater, supported by her caring sisters. Nozel furrowed his brows. Was a bedtime story not supposed to be a happy one? Yet crossing a bridge between two worlds was not an easy task, love required sacrifices and sometimes even they were not enough.

“Yuno!” Helena pulled him out of his thoughts. “An unfamiliar voice called behind him, making him stop dead in his tracks. That voice…that voice belonged to-!”

Nozel smiled, so after all there was a happy ending.

“Finally, after three months of going back and forth, of skirting around their mutual feelings for each other, of the building romance and tension between them…the two finally shared their first ever kiss. There, on the beach, where the two had first met,” Helena finished in a quiet, dreamy tone.

Nozel had to admit he enjoyed hearing the story himself. It was not always fluffy and positive, but it actually made him connect with it. Building relationships took time, patience and a whole lot of mistakes to make, only to fix them later. He knew it well enough.

He glanced to the side watching his children. The birdies were all curled up next to them. Now that the story was over none of them was able to hide yawns. They had soft smiles on their faces and relaxed expressions. Seeing them made Nozel’s heart fill with pride and joy.

***

Helena softly chuckled as she gently pushed Noureen away and tip toeing made her way to the desk. She put the book down on the wooden surface and looked back at the bed smiling.

Noureen was lying on the side, but since she slightly pushed him off, he somehow scooted closer towards Nozel and now his palm was softly resting on his father’s lap. Hainry was resting in Nozel’s legs, but in a very undignified manner with his limbs spread in all the directions, making it impossible for his father to move. Natalia on the other hand had curled up even more in Nozel’s embrace and leaned her head on his chest.

“I think you’re stuck, mi amor,” Helena whispered once she got back on the bed.

He lifted his brows annoyed as if trying to tell her ‘You don’t say?’

Helena chuckled quietly and by pushing Heinry slightly to the side, she made for herself some space on Nozel’s lap, the other one that Natalia very distinctly took over. Helena put her head there. She yawned and closed her eyes. A moment later she felt a gentle touch to her head as Nozel began stroking her hair.

“As much as I appreciate the four of you using me as a pillow, I have work tomorrow,” he whispered. “We need to get all of them to their beds.”

“I know,” Helena answered just as quietly and lifted her head up. She nudged Heinry, who clearly did not want to open his eyes. He turned to the other side and curled up there.

“Hijo, time for bed,” Nozel patted Noureen. The boy slowly blinked and nodded. Still half asleep, he began to get himself up.

Heinry needed a stronger nudge, but thankfully he woke up and just as lazily he stood up from the bed. Now only Nozel and Natalia stayed on the light blue covers. She was asleep and her head was resting on Nozel’s chest. Her little hand was curled in a first and a soft smile adored her lips. If Helena could save that moment in her memory, she would treasure it forever. Actually she was sure that she was going to sketch it later, in her familia Silva sketchbook.

“Let’s not wake her,” Nozel whispered and supported her head as he stood up. Natalia shifted in his arms and softly murmured, but her eyes stayed closed.

Quietly the familia left the bedchamber. Rooms belonging to the boys were close by so once Nozel and Helena walked them there, they both came up to their parents to give them a quick hug. Helena knelt down to reciprocate and place soft kisses in their foreheads. Since Nozel was holding Natalia he could not do much, so he slightly moved her so that he would be able to free one of his hands and gently ruffle his sons’ hair.

“Goodnight mama and papa,” Heinry yawned and Noureen made a small wave.

“Goodnight hijos,” Nozel whispered.

“Sueños dulces,” Helena smiled.

After their boys disappeared behind the doors to their bedrooms, Helena and Nozel turned on their heels towards Natalia’s room. They walked in comfortable silence and Helena was watching her husband and their little girl fondly. Nozel continued to support Natalia’s head with his other hand.

Helena opened the door for them and let them in. Nozel made his way towards Natalia's bed. He lowered his daughter on the soft lilac bedding and covered her gently. She murmured something and squeezed the cover with her little palm. Nozel stroke her hair before leaning over her to place a soft kiss on Natalia’s forehead.

“Daddy’s girl,” Helena chuckled quietly earning herself a semi-eyeroll semi-smile from her husband.

She then leaned over and did the same. Helena also made sure that the bedding indeed covered Natalia fully. Once she was satisfied she pulled away.

Her and Nozel silently left the room, making sure that the doors would not creak on their way out.

“This was a nice evening,” Helena smiled.

“It was,” Nozel responded with the same gesture and Helena felt his fingers intertwine with hers. She squeezed them gently.

“Don't worry mi amor, next time you can read the book,” she half joked.

“I like it when you read,” he admitted. “You put so much emotion into it and everyone gets immersed in the story.”

“Thank you Nozel,” she leaned her head over his shoulder, but it was uncomfortable to walk that way, so she pulled back after a moment. Comfortable silence once again fell between them.

Inside their room Nozel and Helena lied down on their bed. They covered themselves and Helena nuzzled into Nozel’s side. He placed his hand on her shoulder and began gently massaging it.

“We did something right,” he stated.

“What do you mean?” half asleep Helena raised her brows.

“Our hijos,” Nozel said.

“Ohhh,” Helena groaned. “Right. Although the amount of time it took me to convince you to have Natalia was massive.”

“You know why…” he whispered to which Helena nodded. “However I'm glad, that I was convinced. The four of you are my everything.”

“Same here, mi amor,” Helena was already drifting away. “Same here."

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Hello again hehe LOL I thought that little button lead to a very complicated link that would require me to probably code Tumblr all over again LOL don't know why I was so afraid of sending an ask hahaha anyways:

Hello lovely! Hope you're having an amazing day. I love your writing and I feel in love with your 'What if I love you too much' story, I think I relate to OC's overthinking a little bit too much haha (did you took a sneak pick at my mind? Please confess now hehe) so is love to request a drabble of maybe that first date/dinner of them with gorgeous little Zack and maybe Zack is so shy at first and oc is in her head about the whole thing but JK sort of ease them both down with his unlimited chill that he poses in this story, some fluff and all sweetness to heal my broken heart please. If possible? Thank you so much! Lots of love from this over thinking Londoner

Hello!! I hope I'm not too scary, I try not to be anyway. But thanks for asking for WIILYTM requests, and thanks for sending this in! I struggled to start with but in the end I think it's cute so I hope you like it :) Thanks for loving my fic, hope you're doing ok!!

Genre: FLUFF!

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: Reader is frustrated at Zac, worries, insecurities, same old with this story really

“Zac, I asked you to go brush your teeth.”

You’re being too snappy, taking your nerves out on your son, but Jungkook will be here any minute and you still have one hundred things left to do. The house is a mess, toys everywhere, you haven’t even started thinking about cooking. Though Jungkook said he’d do it all you wanted to at least lay everything out for him so it would be easier. And Zac sat in the middle of the floor playing with his toy’s isn’t helping.

He should have been in bed an hour ago. But your stress coupled with his sixth sense for anything to do with Jungkook has meant he’s still wide awake. At least he’s in his pyjamas.

You manage to ignore him as you head into the kitchen, hoping that by the time you go back out he’ll be upstairs doing what you’ve asked. At this point you’re not even getting much done. The house in a state beyond recovery so soon to Jungkook turning up. It was his suggestion to have your date at home so that you didn’t need to worry about childcare, and though he’d offered to have it at his place, you’d said it would be easier here. Now you wish you’d never said that.

“Zac,” you stop dead in the doorway when you see him still sat playing on the floor. His eyes are wide as he looks up at you, a look that’s trying to show he’s innocent even when you both know he’s not. “What did we agree earlier?”

He looks to be contemplating the question and in this moment you fail to recognise his age and naivety. Frustration takes over. More frustration at yourself for not being more organised and nerves building for your first date with Jungkook.

“You promised that you would go to bed by 7 if I bought you that truck.”

He continues to stare at you with butter wouldn’t melt eyes. But you know you have him.

“Go brush your teeth and I’ll come and read you a story.” He stands, truck still in hand and you add, “Leave the truck here. We can play with it tomorrow.”

It’s the same moment Jungkook decides to turn up. Unaware of the current struggle going on, he does as you asked, knocks lightly on the door to announce his presence and then walks in. In theory it would have been enough to make sure Zac didn’t wake up. But with Zac not even in bed and you attempting to get him to go up, Jungkook’s arrival doesn’t help.

“Jungkook!” The name is screamed in much the same way it always is when coming out of Zac’s mouth.

While you give up, collapsing on the sofa, Jungkook only looks over at you in surprise before looking at the little boy charging towards him with a truck in his hands. He’s better at managing his emotions. You watch as he sets down a bag, bends and easily lifts the little boy who’s not so little anymore. While you always let out a little huff of effort when picking him up, Jungkook lifts him in a way that looks like he weighs nothing.

“Hey Zaccy,” he says, stepping further into the room. “I thought you’d be in bed.”

There’s a beat of silence, Zac’s attention going to his truck which he runs up and down Jungkook’s chest. He’s trying to supress a smile and when Jungkook’s eyes go from your son to you, you can see a similar smile on his own lips. At least someone’s amused by this situation.

“We were just discussing the importance of brushing our teeth, weren’t we?”

Zac’s head snuggles deeper into Jungkook’s chest, continuing to run his toy across Jungkook’s shirt while Jungkook lets out a small chuckle. You shoot him an annoyed look, but he just smiles down at your son.

“I thought something smelt,” he pegs his nose in mock offense. “Is that your breath, Zac?”

Zac giggles, looking up at Jungkook. “No!”

“Phwoar,” Jungkook waves a hand in front of his face, scrunching his face up, getting another giggle from Zac. “It is, isn’t it!” He sets him down on the floor and whilst bent whispers. “Go brush your teeth before your mum gets too upset,” Zac glances at you before looking back at Jungkook, “she’ll come read you a story in a minute.”

“And you?”

“If you go fix your stinky breath I will.”

Satisfied Zac goes running upstairs, truck and all. Jungkook watches him until he’s out of sight and then standing to his full height, turns to look at you.

“I don’t know how you do it,” you admit because that looked way too easy.

He rolls his eyes, walking towards you. “Let’s not pretend it’s not you who’s the hero here.”

“Which reminds me,” you ignore him. “Don’t look at the house. It’s a mess.”

He smiles. “Are you sure?”

He closes his eyes and then carries on walking towards you, stumbling as he goes. His arms go out in front of him as his knees hit the sofa, he falls slowly, his body hovering over you. By the time he opens his eyes you have a smile on your face.

“I meant to clean the house before you got here and at least get some food out, if not start –”

He cuts you off by pressing his lips to yours. Light, but you can still taste like the chocolate he told you he’s obsessed with. He pulls far enough away to look at you.

“I said I’d cook.”

“But I wanted to –”

“And the house isn’t a mess.”

“It’s always a mess.”

“Well, then it’s nothing I haven’t seen before.”

He smiles as you softly hit his side. He leans down to peck your lips one last time before fully pulling away. Standing above you, he offers you a hand to help you stand up. You want to tell him that this isn’t how you imagined your first date, that you wanted it to be perfect, to have candles lit and Zac tucked away. That you wanted the house clean and something delicious cooking on the hob. But that’s not your life, it’s never been perfect and it’s not about to start now. All your insecurities manifesting and all your worries about what Jungkook might start second guessing about all of this, that he might start to realise this isn’t something he wants.

All of it silenced with another small kiss, a small push towards the stairs and some reassuring words, as if he can read every thought and wants you to know that’s not what he’s thinking at all.

“Go read Zac a story,” Jungkook says. “I’ll get the food on and there’ll be a glass of wine waiting for when you’re back.”

It doesn’t alleviate your worries, but it calms them for the time being. It makes you remember that Jungkook knows what he’s getting into, that he’s here for the whole package.

You smile wider at him, are quick to lean in for one last kiss before you’re heading up the stairs to make sure that Zac is definitely cleaning his teeth.

It may not be the perfect first date for some people, but for you, you can’t think of anything better.

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #WIILYTM request #ask

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