#in the clothes i wish the temperature here suited

[silvergarnet12]

Sketching sketching.

#splatoon #splatoon 3 #splatoon 2 #agent 8 #in the clothes i wish the temperature here suited #its too hot #agent 3 #captain 3 #ft the most stressed looking background character ive seen in my life #designer headphones #coroika #i think thats the mangas name idk i just think that guy is two seconds away from an anxiety attack #at all times #my art

[fruitywritter]

Sick

Summary: You got sick after a mission :(

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Warnings: None, fluff

Words: 1.8k

A/n: Heyy! I know it’s been a while :( But! I tried writing this one so I hope you like it! :))

“Fuck my life.” You muttered, letting your body fall to the mattress in front of you. It’s been a tough day and being sick was the last thing you needed right now.

You just came back from a solo mission, nothing too dangerous, you managed to come back without many issues, only a few scratches.

But you caught a cold since you had to literally jump from a bridge into a river in order to escape.

That’s great.

And you hated being sick.

The wetness on your suit made you groan and stand back up to change your clothes.

All you wanted to do now was lay on your bed and sleep. By the temperature of your body you could tell you had a fever. You felt absolute shit.

Natasha was on a mission, she was away for nearly two days. You didn’t have the chance to talk since it was a dangerous one and calling her would probably get her in trouble. You knew that she would come back today, Fury told you that.

The rest of the team were probably downstairs doing whatever and they didn’t even saw you entering the building.

Except from Wanda.

She saw you while you entered the elevator on her way to the kitchen. Just by looking at you she could tell that you were tired, so while you began changing she started cooking a meal for you down in the kitchen.

Wanda knew that a soup would definitely make you feel better.

After taking a hot shower you finally changed into warm clothes. Some grey sweats and one of your t-shirts that Natasha stole from you. You sniffed it, taking in her smell. A gentle smile was brought on your lips as your body collided on top of the mattress.

The exact same moment you heard a knock on your bedroom door making you instantly groan.

“Y/n? Can I come in?” You heard Wanda’s voice from the other side of the door.

“It’s unlocked.” You called out as Wanda opened the door and entered.

“How are you feeling?” The brunette asked making you throw your head back into your pillow.

“Like shit.” You mumbled as the woman started walking towards you, a bowl of warm soup on her hands. “What’s this?” You scanned it curiously with your eyes.

“What do you think it is? It’s soup, dumbass.” She chuckled, placing it on top of your drawer beside the bed. “You have a fever?” She asked you.

“Maybe.. I don’t know.” You shrugged, sitting on the bed with your back against the bed frame. Wanda handed you the bowl with the warm soup as you brought the spoon in your mouth, tasting it. You nodded approvingly. Whatever Wanda cooks never fails to impress you.

“Let me see.” She said, leaning towards you and placing her palm over your forehead. “You’re burning..” She muttered before standing up and going into the bathroom, a few seconds later she came back with a box of antibiotics. She also grabbed a water bottle from your desk before sitting beside you on the bed.

“Here. You take these after you finish your soup.” Wanda said, placing them on top of the drawer.

“Thank you, Wands.” You nodded before continuing eating as the brunette smiled.

“When’s Natasha coming back?” She asked making you look up at her before shrugging.

“I don’t know.. She’s supposed to be today.”

“Why don’t you ask her?”

“I can’t. Fury says it’s too dangerous.” You shook your head before staring at a random corner of your room. Oh how much you wished Natasha was here right now.. It’s not like you didn’t enjoy Wanda’s company, it’s just that you just missed your girlfriend.

You wanted to have her here, safe with you. You’ve spent many lonely days without her, where you would wake up alone and you’d have to worry every second of the day if she’s okay out there.

The same with Natasha. Whenever you were on a mission, she’s spent her days alone, waiting for you to come home.

You two cared deeply and loved each other.

“Hey. Relax, she’s okay. Maybe she’ll come back later.” Wanda reassured you as she could hear your thoughts. You muttered a small ‘yeah’ before finishing with your soup.

After taking the antibiotics you laid back down, Wanda helping you get under the warm blankets. “Thanks.” You smiled as she nodded before grabbing the empty bowl and walking towards the door.

“Get some sleep, Natasha will be back when you’re awake.” She smiled before she turned away, turning off the lights and getting out of the room.

Shortly after you felt your eyes closing as deep sleep took over you.

**

Natasha had just landed with the quinjet in front of the Avengers compound. Looking up at the dark sky she wondered if you were still awake. Nick informed her that you had gone to a mission while she was away and you already came back. She couldn’t wait to see you again, she haven’t heard your voice for a few days and she missed it.

It was around 1am when she entered the kitchen for a quick meal before going to your room. She didn’t think that anyone would be awake at this time since tomorrow most of the team had a mission assigned. She was wrong though, when she entered the room her eyes found Wanda, sitting there on a chair beside the counter.

“Hello there.” Wanda smiled at the red head.

She couldn’t sleep so she chose to come downstairs to drink some water. She was a bit confused as to why Natasha was that late. Wanda thought that the red head would come back early.

“Hey, what are you doing here?” Natasha asked with a raised brow.

“Couldn’t sleep. How was your mission?” She questioned with a soft smile on her lips, she was happy to see Natasha was okay. They were great friends, Natasha was like a big sister to the brunette and since she was dating her best friend that made them more close.

“It was fine. Nothing I couldn’t handle.” The red headed woman smirked before moving towards the fridge, getting the ingredients out to make a quick sandwich.

Natasha noticed Wanda’s silence while making her sandwich so she turned towards the brunette with a questioning look. “Everything alright?”

“Kind of..” She began as the other woman raised one eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. Wanda sighed before saying. “It’s Y/n..”

At that Natasha’s eyes widened with a frightened look on her face. She tried to stop the bad thoughts from crossing her mind but she wasn’t that good. But Fury told her everything was okay, that the mission was successful. Why would he lie about Y/n’s well being?

“Hey. Nothing bad happened to her. She’s just a bit sick.” Wanda said, walking closer to Natasha with a comforting smile.

“What do you mean sick?” Natasha asked, looking into Wanda’s eyes.

“I went to check on her after she came back and she had a fever. She’s alright, I gave her some antibiotics and she went to sleep.” Wanda explained, trying to calm her friend down.

Natasha simply nodded before smiling gently at Wanda, she finished making the sandwich before taking a bite. “Thank you, she’s lucky to have a friend like you..”

“Oh please, you’re both lucky to have a friend like me.” Wanda teased her, trying to lighten up the moment.

“Fuck off.” Natasha chuckled.

The brunette nodded with a smirk before looking the time at her phone. “It’s late, we should go to sleep.”

Natasha nodded as she began walking beside Wanda. They left the kitchen and walked towards the bedrooms. When they stopped in front of Wanda’s door they said their good nights and Natasha continued walking towards your bedroom.

Until then she had finished her sandwich as she gently opened your door, trying not to wake you up. She smiled at the sight of you sleeping under the covers.

After changing in more comfortable clothes -some shorts she had left inside your closet and one of your T-shirts she stole from you a few weeks ago- she finally laid beside you on the bed. She moved slowly trying not to disturb your sleep, Natasha laid her head against your chest, hearing your soft heart beat. With a smile on her face she kissed gently the skin on your neck and closed her eyes.

Soon after sleep took over her as you two laid there in each others arms.

**

Light shined through the windows in your bedroom, making you blink a few times your eyes as you started waking up.

Your throat still felt a bit sore but you felt better than last night.

You tried moving your body but you were locked there, looking down you saw a pair of hands holding onto your waist. As you were now fully awake you felt soft breaths on the back of your neck.

A smile was brought on your face as you realised who the person behind you was.

You placed your hands on top of Natasha’s, running your fingertips through hers. You felt her breath hitch as you let out a quiet chuckle. Pulling away from her and turning your body around facing your redhead.

She immediately hid her face in the crook of your neck as you grinned. “Good morning, love.”

“Morning.” You heard her mumble against your neck before leaving a kiss on it. “How are you feeling?”

“A little better..” You nodded with a smile. Wanda must told her about you feeling sick. “How was your mission?” You asked her as she sighed before pulling away from your neck, you stared into her eyes with a soft smile.

“It was okay, what about yours?”

“Great as you can see.” You chuckled, “I should have thought of a better exit plan..” You said as she frowned, waiting for you to explain. Letting out a sigh you said, “I kind of had to jump into a river.. That’s how I got the cold, I guess..”

“You’re stupid.” She shook her head with an unbelievable look on her face.

“Hey! I’m not..” You frowned, crossing your arms.

“Sure.” She simply nodded before cracking a smile. “Come here, you dumbass.” Natasha said, grabbing the hem of your shirt and pulling you into her, crushing your lips. You kissed her back as she gently nibbled on your lips.

As the air became a problem you pulled away, you had a stupid smile on your face as she rolled her eyes. “I missed you..” You spoke.

She grinned before hugging you gently, “I missed you too, darling.”

You laid there together for a few more minutes. Enjoying the silence between you two. Life was great actually, as long as you had your girlfriend beside you. After months of being together, you never stopped enjoying her presence. It was like the universe sent her to you.

#soft natasha romanoff #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanoff comfort #natasha romanoff fluff #black widow #natasha romanoff #natasha x reader

[baby-dr1ver]

Idk bout y’all but I’ve been waiting for the temperature play one w Charles

here's how it would go:

a blistering day in monaco, like to hot to wear clothes. you and charles were lounging in your bathing suits in his penthouse. you wished to be in the water, pool or ocean, but you didn't have the energy to move from the air conditioning pr the floor.

"bebe, do you want lunch?" you groaned and turned your head towards him. "everything sounds hot right now, and moving uses energy which makes me even more hot than I already am." he rolled his eyes at your dramatics. he kept looking in the fridge to see if there was anything he could just hand you, to save him the same lecture he's been getting.

"how about a popsicle?" charles asked as he shut the fridge door and looked at you. you thought for a second, weighing the ups and downs before nodding your head. he sighed with relief and grabbed a purple one for himself and a red one for you. he stood over you, and dropped the frozen treat right on your tummy. this caused goosebumps to arise on your skin, and your nipples hardening.

charles eyes caught this change and zoned in. he kneeled next to you as you gave him a curious look. "cha? has the heat gotten to you?" you giggle and poked at his abs. he tensed for a second before pulling your hand away and planting it next to your head. "if I have to hear about how hot it is one more time."

you could tell by the look in his eyes, there was more going on than just your complaining. "you'll what? what cha? tell me." instead of replying, he ripped open his popsicle and took a bite out of it before holding it up to your lips. he slid it around your lips, letting juices spill and your lips get cold. he couldn't resist leaning down to kiss you, using his tongue to clean you up. his free hand undid your top and let it fall to the ground next to you. charles pulled away and trailed the popsicle down your chest.

you shivered at the mess he was leaving. his tongue followed everywhere the popsicle went, over the swell of your breast, right between. he guided the treat over your already hard nipples and you moaned at the sensation. "charles-"

"no, quiet amor." he snapped and you quickly listened. as he moved onto the other nipple, his mouth came down on the sticky one - sucking, licking, biting. he tapped the popsicle against the neglected nipple before dragging it down your tummy. one of your hands made it's way into his hair, while the other came over your mouth. trying to conceal the sounds escaping.

between the coldness of the popsicle, and charles mouth, you hadn't realized he snuck your bottoms off. he slid the frozen stickiness along the inside if your thigh, up around your hips, and rested on your navel. charles pulled away from your body and looked down at your bare pussy. he used two fingers to collect some of the juices that fell on your hip and held them up to your mouth. you obediently opened your mouth and took them without a thought.

"mi amor, so pretty like this. mouth occupied, and quivering to be touched." you moaned around his fingers in agreement. he took his hand away and brought it down to your tummy, to keep you still. he brought the sweet treat down to your-

"woah hey!" he paused. "...what?"

"baby as much as I love where your going with this, that is not going in me." he frowned and looked at the popsicle before popping it in his mouth, and then into the sink. you were breathing hard, trying to get your bearings, as he trailed his fingers where juices lay.

"I'll get the ice?" charles asked and you smiled.

"yeah go get the ice."

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[angelrari]

gossip girl · pt. vii

based on the tv series gossip girl

max verstappen / charles leclerc x socialité!reader

fc: elsa hosk (y/n) · taylor hill (léa) · barbara palvin (jolie)

a/n: hi! i am so nervous about you reading this i feel like i'm gonna die!!! i hope you guys really like it and once again thank you so much for commenting and leaving messages i adore them🤍

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the moment you stepped off the plane you noticed that doha was extremely hot and humid. max had warned you, he had sent you multiple texts telling you to bring fresh clothes and sandals, and to leave behind jackets and boots. you couldn't stop yourself from thinking how it would be to race under such conditions when even walking outside was uncomfortable.

"hey". you heard max's voice through your airpods.

"hey, i've just landed". you said. "i'm on my way to the hotel right now".

"i'm sorry i couldn't pick you up-".

"max". you interrupted him. "don't worry, i'm very aware you're busy right now. plus you've already sent a driver, which is more than enough".

"yeah, but who would've be a better driver than a two-time f1 champ-?".

"didn't you say the other day you didn't want to sound too cocky? and i'm pretty sure he will do the job well".

"well, tell me if he doesn't, i'll drop everything and i'll pick you up".

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saturday was the day. by the time you had woken up, max had already left the hotel. the night before, he had told you his schedule was packed, from trainings to meetings until the sprint shootout.

you knew it was going to be a difficult day. being back into the spotlight absolutely terrified you. you weren't sure how people would react when they saw you back in the paddock. back then, when charles and you were a thing, the fans used to love you, but now you weren't so sure.

max and you had planned this beforehand. it wouldn't be like it was in the past. you would not be walking next to max and celebrating his third world championship win with the team like you did with charles whenever he ended on the podium. max had told you he would love to see you there, but you had made it clear you wanted it to be more private. after all, that was a girlfriend would do and you were not. you decided you would be hanging out in the paddock with the rest of the vip guests, but max had given you a red bull pass so you could access to all the facilities if you needed to.

the first thing you did when you arrived to the circuit was text max just to tell him you were there, just like he asked you the night before. he was quick to respond, asking you to join him in the garage, where he was getting ready for the sprint shootout. even though it was still early, the atmosphere was busy. you adjusted your sunglasses hoping you would not be recognized easily, but you quickly spotted a couple of cameras pointing at you. god, the rumors would be terrible.

"y/n?". you head a voice you knew very well. charles was standing in front of you, with his red race suit tied on his hips and a surprised expression on his face.

"hey". you said as you approached him. he, as he always did, opened his arms to give you a hug as a greeting. "i was going to wish max good luck before the craziness starts".

"making friends with the enemy?".

"oh, come on, charles! you know very well that my favorite team has always been ferrari". you said. "plus, i'm pretty sure you love max".

"i know, i know. i'm just messing with you". he confessed. "how come he convinced you to come here?".

"well, you know, stepping out of my comfort zone and that stuff". you explained. "i wanted to come before, but i always felt like the rumors would be too much after we-".

"yeah, don't worry, i get it". he interrupted you. "i'm glad you're here".

"i happy to be here too". you said. "i should probably go see max, he must be waiting for me".

"go, i will see you later".

"good luck, charles". you said as you wrapped his arms around his body, he tightened his embrace to hold you closer. "and please don't get hurt".

"thank you". he said after giving you a soft kiss on your forehead.

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max stood next to two of the red bull engineers, with his navy blue race suit tied on his hips and a bottle of water on the other. he listened carefully to what the engineers were explaining to him, but, as soon as he noticed you, he excused himself to approach you.

"i thought you got lost and i was about to send someone to find you". he said as soon he was close enough for you to hear him.

"i actually found charles on the way and we talked for a bit".

"oh, that makes sense". he replied smiling.

"how are you feeling?".

"pretty relaxed now, but i know it will change the moment i get in the car". he confessed. "i don't want to insist, but you can stay here if you like or, if you want to go somewhere quiet, you can go to my driver room. i've made sure they let you in wherever you want".

"don't worry, max. thank you".

"max". a man called him. "sorry, i hate to interrupt, but the trainer is looking for you".

"just one second and i'll go".

"i should probably go grab some food before the shootout starts". you said. "good luck out there".

you smiled at him and placed your right hand on his arm. max reached out to grab the left hand to pull your body closer to his, your arms instinctively embraced his body as he did the same. and for a few seconds it felt like there was no one else in the room.

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after the celebration of max's third world title with the team, max and you had headed back to the hotel, keeping in mind that the next day was still race day. max, who after a couple of drinks couldn't stop smiling, had asked you if you would like to stay for while and now you were sitting on the sofa of max's hotel room balcony, where you were able to appreciate the stars in the qatari sky. max, after asking which drink you fancied, had opened a bottle of red wine and filled two glasses. you noticed how the burgundy color looked prettier under the moonlight, just like the ocean blue of his eyes.

max had placed his feet on the table in front of him while yours had ended on his lap. his fingers timidly drew small circles on your bare legs and ignited your skin with every movement.

"you know what?". he said while his blue eyes starred at the moon. "i have this vivid image of you in my mind from when you traveled to barcelona to support charles".

"oh, that was in 2019, right?".

"yeah. charles wouldn't stop talking about you back then". he smiled as the memories come back to his mind. "i remember seeing you smile to everyone who approached you, even though charles had told us you were shy and, man, i just remember thinking you looked so pretty that day with that red summer dress you wore".

"oh god, i remember it! you didn't speak to me the whole time i was there and i thought you disliked me or something".

"well, it was the other way around, i definitely had a crush on you". he confessed. "but you were dating charles and you were way out of my league".

"oh, come on". you hit him on his left arm and he chuckled.

"it's true, it's true". he took a sip of the red wine. "and now, four years later, here we are".

his blue eyes starred deeply into yours. the blood rose quickly into your cheeks while your pulse accelerated. it was almost ridiculous how he could make your body temperature rise with just one stare. you left the glass on the table and moved you feet from his lap to be able to come closer to him.

"i've always been fascinated by you".

the moment those words left his mouth you found the courage to place your hands softly on his face. max stare dropped from your eyes to your lips and his hand found their way to your waist, pulling you even closer to his body. carefully, your nose touched his, feeling his breath become deeper. time stopped the moment you placed your lips on his and all you could feel was him: his hands grabbing the fabric of your dress, his chest touching yours as he leaned towards you, his lips moving against yours and deepening the kiss so passionately that you were out of breath. and that night, under the qatari heat, two bodies became one.

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[kentosbabes]

Eren being sick and you going to look after him :( This was very much just a ramble feeding into my delusions so I hope it's okay!

You and Eren have only been dating for a month or so, you'd often only meet up before or after work with him still in his suit and tie and answering angry phone calls from clients. His obsession with work meant Eren never took time to himself and only overindulged in meetings and paperwork. Of course he tried to make time for you, going on dates and taking you shopping but his job would always get in the way ending your time with him short with a quick 'I'm sorry ma' its work I promise ill spend the night next time 'kay? I'll tell you when I'm home' and a soft kiss on the cheek before he's rushing out your front door. He often also over compensated with gifts sending you flowers and designer bags in attempts to make up for lost time. You didn't mind much as you know how much his job meant to him and the time with him was special. You just wished he'd take some time off and look after himself.

Yet today when you turned up at his office you find it empty and his assistant rushing around the building you were questioning everything. He never misses work. Its all he does. You rush up to his assistant Armin but he doesn't even allow you to speak and just says

'He called in sick with a cold. Sounded bad but now I have to run the whole business and I cant find the damn stapler' he groans rummaging through boxes in Eren's office.

Usually he's so prepared and calm, apparently not today. You just nod and wish him luck before spotting the stapler handing it to him and heading out hearing Armin's relief behind you. Although you didn't like Eren being sick this was the perfect opportunity to spoil him. You head to the nearest shop and grab medicine, ingredients for soup and other things to help soothe him. Before you know it your standing outside the door of his penthouse ringing the bell. Eren opens the door wrapped in a blanket with a pack of tissues in his hands.

'oh hey' he says.

'hey, I'm sorry I heard you were sick and you weren't answering your phone so I just thought Id come and help I dont mean to intru-' you start blabbering and before you can finish Eren pulls you inside.

'I'm so glad your here' he says nuzzling into you. You simile and hold him for a while, running your fingers through his hair not caring about catching his illness only focusing on spoiling your boyfriend. After noticing the bags you brough Eren helps you put the ingredients and things away. After its done you place your palm on his forehead in attempt to check his temperature.

'Eren you so cold! come on you need a bath' you say pulling him to the bathroom. You dismiss his groans and begin to run a bath with bubble bath and lighting some candles while he sits on the counter starting at you.

'I'm not that sick' He says

'Eren your struggling to breathe, your freezing cold and you look like you haven't slept' you say rolling his eyes at his attempts to pretend he's perfectly fine. 'Let me look after you for once. please. I promise you'll feel better. I'll make you feel good'

'mhm I bet you will baby' Eren says before he's sneezing like crazy.

'come on love get in' you say ignoring his comments and starting to help him out of his clothes

'only if you join me' Eren winks at you. You know he wont leave it alone. 'Fine' you say before taking off your own clothes and getting in behind him his body barely fitting in the tub. You lavish him in soap slowly massaging it into his back and shoulders getting out all of the knots while he just groans and lays his head back on your shoulder allowing all of his stresses to fade away.

Once your finally out of the bath and ensure his temperature is back to normal, his body is too relaxed to do anything but sleep so you just help him change and get him into his bed.

'stay' he says with his eyes half shut clinging onto your body 'please'

'okay' you say glad you finally get to stay with him for a night. You cuddle up next to him under the covers and he nuzzles into your shoulder.

'I really like you' He begins blabbering in his delirious state 'like, really like you'. You only giggle in response running your fingers through his long brown hair. he hums at the feeling 'I like when you do that. Dont stop'.

'Dont ever leave me'

'Never'

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[lavenderwhirls]

ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ 4 : Our unplanned talk and a sealed deal

《The Regrator's sunlight》

Pantalone x reader|| modern au



"Where are we going again?" You ask Childe as he drives his car with you in the passenger seat.

Childe suddenly arrived at your café earlier than he usually does. Slightly panting as he explains something to you in an excited tone.

It had been about three days since the Regrator himself visited your mini café. It was Sunday when he visited, and it's about Wednesday now. You didn't call the number he gave you just yet. Something just made you hesitate, and you don't seem to know why.

"It's because of the party for next week." Childe gave you a sheepish smile as he drove.

"Right...the party," you mumbled to yourself as you leaned back on the passenger seat.

"Have you called him yet?" Childe suddenly blurts out.

"Called who yet?" You raised an eyebrow at him as you crossed your arms over your chest.

"Pantalone" Childe smirks and chuckles teasingly.

"Shut it, you carrot head," you slightly glare at the ginger-haired male. It seems he can't let go of the conversation when Pantalone calls you 'my dear'.

"And no, I haven't talked to him yet," you respond to his previous question.

"Aw, why not?" The ginger-haired male grinned at you.

"I haven't found the time yet," you sigh and look out the car window.

"Eh? Why not?" Childe asks.

"You know what? I was about to ask you on opinions about suits for the upcoming party....but now that you mentioned that you didn't talk to him yet." Childe slyly grin as he briefly look at you.

You looked at him wide-eyed as you realized what he meant by that. You let out a quiet sigh and palmed your face, looking out the car window.

"Let's go to the headquarters!" Childe mischievously smiled and started to drive back to the Fatui headquarters.

You groaned quietly before glaring at him a bit.

"Absolutely not"

"Absolutely yes," Childe retorts.

"Absolutely not"

"Absolutely yes~"

"No-"

"It's a yes, and that's final," Childe teasingly said as he grinned.

"You bastard of a carrot head," you mutter with irritation in your voice.

"Ouch, such a mean girlie," Childe said in a fake hurt voice.

"Shut it, ginger head."

Childe laughs again.

"Here we are," Childe mutters as he pulls up at the underground parking lot of the headquarters.

"I should have brought my winter coat with me," you hiss quietly.

'Heh, my bad, I guess I did suddenly pick you up from your café. I'm glad that Aether and Lumine were there," Childe sheepishly chuckled as he got out of the car.

'C'mon, it's much warmer inside the headquarters," Childe adds as you get out of his car. You sigh at the cold temperature of the parking space.

You nod as you walk with Childe towards the elevator.

'My winter coat, you grumble in your mind as you rub your hands together, glad that you at least brought your favorite color scarf.

As you and Childe got on the elevator, he pressed the button for floor 49. You stared at the closing elevator door as Childe got his phone out of his pockets.

"Hm?"

You stared a bit confusedly at the ginger-haired male as he grinned, messaging someone.

You stayed silent as you also got out your phone, unlocking it as you saw a message sent by Kaeya earlier. Your best friend lives in Mondstadt, a nation in Europe.

"WISH ME LUCK (NAME) THE PRANK IS SET" Sent 56 minutes ago.

"(NAME) HELP! HAHA DILUC GOT MAD was sent 32 minutes ago.

Kaeya also sent a photo 31 minutes ago.

The photo was slightly blurry as it contains Kaeya's laughing face as he runs from a pink-haired Diluc, who also has flour on his head and clothes.

"You're on your own, kae," You replied, laughing quietly as you closed your phone.

"Idiot," you whisper, smiling to yourself.

"Who?" Childe perks up, the word getting his attention.

"A certain blue-haired man from Mondstadt," you respond, smirking slightly.

"Ah," Childe chuckles and nods as the elevator dinged, indicating you had arrived at the 49th floor.

"Nervous?" Childe smirks and chuckles as he sees you fidgeting slightly with your scarf.

"Of course I am," you quietly grumbled as the two of you walked out of the elevator, heading to Pantalone's office.

"I didn't even bother to message him or call him for 3 days to discuss the deal," you add.

"Eh, don't worry, I'm sure he'll understand," Childe unhelpfully adds as he walks with you towards the office.

"Probably," Childe mutters under his breath.

"What do you mean by probably?" You got cut off as the door to the office opened.

You went still as you looked at the same ravenette from three days ago.

"My, my, and you didn't bother to message or call the number I gave you before going here." Pantalone gave you a teasing smirk. As he leaned on the doorway of his office.

"What do you have to say for yourself, Ms. (Name)?" The ravanette smiled as he lifted his eyebrow in amusement.

"Ah, Sir Pantalone, forgive me for not calling about the discussion of the arrangements," you sheepishly say as you bow your head slightly.

"Oh dear, no need to bow your head." You feel his index finger lift your chin, making your gaze drift to his face, which has a small smile gracing his lips.

"Beautiful," Pantalone quietly whispered under his breath.

"Huh?" You look at him as you hear a bit of what he whispered.

"The scarf, the pattern is quite beautiful," Pantalone said to himself as he coughed slightly behind his hand.

Putting his hands in his pockets as he composes his behavior towards you

'Are they seriously?' Childe stares dumbfounded as he witnesses his colleague's behavior towards you.

'Flirting!?! ' Childe held back a laugh.

"The party-" Childe hid a smirk as he coughed behind his hand.

"Ah, right. The party." Pantalone cleared his throat as he took a step back in his office and gestured for you to come in.

"We shall discuss it now as the party is in 4 days." Pantalone's voice turned serious and calm as he walked up behind his desk to sit on his black leather chair.

You nod as he gestures for you to sit on one of the chairs in front of his desk.

You sat down and glanced back at Childe, who waved in a fake, innocent manner.

"I'll pick her up when you're done with the talk." Childe smiled as he spoke to Pantalone. The ginger-haired male smirks as he waves teasingly, walking out of the office and closing the door.

'Childe.' You feel your eyes twitch slightly, annoyed at the ginger-haired male.

Pantalone cleared his throat to get your attention.

"Ms.(Name), as you remember, I stated that I'm hiring you as a baker for the upcoming party. Pantalone started as he looked at you with his usual closed eyes and smile.

"Yes, sir," you respond back as you put your hands on your lap.

"As Tartaglia has informed me, you are a skilled baker yet have decided not to apply for big business, Pantalone states as he raises an eyebrow at you.

'Based on the information, you're a graduate of a great academy for pastry and culinary arts in Fontaine yet decided to settle here and Snezhnaya to start a small business. However, your background is quite unknown. Pantalone thinks to himself as you nod at his previous statement.

"That is right, sir," you respond calmly, but inside you were swearing to yourself that you would throw a damn recipe book at the ginger-haired male.

"Good, now the party would need the following desserts and pastries." Pantalone started to list off all the foods that would have to be made.

Mini fruit tarts

Raspberry tiramisu tarts

Sweet blackberry mousse tarts

Creme brulee

Strawberry mini bundt cakes with white chocolate ganache

Peach, plum, and rose tarts

"Are you up for the task, Ms. (Name)?" Pantalone smirks as he tilts his head to the side.

'Ah, tarts are what I mostly made back at Fontaine.' You smile unconsciously and nod back at him.

"I'm up for the task, sir Pantalone."

"My, my, I already told you, Ms. (Name), just call me Pantalone." The ravenette chuckles slightly as you blush in embarrassment for forgetting his words at your first encounter.

"Ah, right." You nodded once as he grinned at your action.

"I'm glad to be able to work with you this upcoming week, Ms. (Name)." Pantalone stood up as he extended his surprisingly ungloved hand towards you for a handshake.

You stood up with a smile and shook his hand.

Her hand... how soft...

A baker with soft hands? ...

Such a warm sensation...

Wait- what...

You see his eyes open and widen slightly, but he quickly composes himself.

He retracted his hand as he cleared his throat.

"Well, I'll see you next week then. I will have a car pick you up at the café next Tuesday." Pantalone closed his eyes again.

"You may leave now, Ms. (Name)." Pantalone looked out the large window in his office.

"Thank you, Pantalone." You smiled and left his office.

"Warm," you mumbled to yourself as you went to the elevator.

"Wait what?" you paused and shook your head.

#fatui pantalone #fatui x reader #genshin impact fatui #pantalone #pantalone x reader #regrator #genshin headcanons

[jiminschanelearring]

Law of Attraction (1)

Rating: 18+

Genre: smut, non idol au, angst if you squint

Warning: misuse of a tie, thigh riding, slight degrading language, jealous Jungkook, sex dream, fingering, I believe that’s all

Word Count: 1.6k

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Note: It’s finally done and unedited. Sorry! Also first time writing smut...

“You have to keep it down unless you want us to get caught, Y/N.” Jungkook whispered mercilessly as his finger glided against your glistening pussy. “You wouldn't want our supervisor to know how much a cock-hungry whore you are.” his cherry lips latched onto the crook of your neck, temporarily marking you with hickies. You never had claustrophobia but at that moment everything seemed to have increasingly become more confined as Jungkook made quick work by removing his fuchsia tie. Being stark naked in your office lounge room was not something on your bucket list but Jungkook was seething when Jimin sat with you during your annual lake summit retreat. You knew that it was merely platonic and Jimin has a wonderful spouse already. Again, Jungkook did not care. It was as it went into one ear and out the other.

“ You make it seem like I’m not doing my job when you zone out like that, baby.” His snide comment matched the curl of his slender fingers that are currently making you a stuttering mess. “I want you to cream on my fingers. Can you do that, baby?” His lewd remarks only make you clench his fingers even more. The hollowed breathing intensifies the never-ending sensation that was coursing through your body and he hasn’t even penetrated yet. That is what makes Jungkook so intoxicating. He can make you breathless with his words alone-his dick was just a bonus. All too soon, you feel your arms being tugged and tied together with the forgotten tie.

“I bet you were thinking about Jimin, huh? You wished it was him here instead of me?”

You softly pant. Every logical thought you could process shifted into a puddle that was currently being teased by Jungkook’s fingers. The immense pleasure raptures throughout your body, but almost as if Jungkook had a sixth sense he removed his fingers.

“Nah, I don’t want you cumming yet. I think you deserve to be punished for what you did today.” He teases you further with his fingers ghosting past your clit until he grabs your waist so that you are meshed together like ice sticking on a car window. You felt the outline of his clothed cock brush against your pussy and hungrily you made quick attempts to remove his belt; he chuckled when he saw how much you struggled with your tied hands. Allowing some grace, he stripped himself of the restrictive three-piece suit, but not long after his sight was set on edging you again. He sat down on a nearby chair, placing you onto his thigh. The cool flesh ,in addition to your rising body temperature, puts you into a brief delirium.

“Come on, Y/n. Ride my thigh.” A simple yet extricating request sent shivers down your spine. Gradually, you rode his thigh, whimpering as each time became unbearable to withstand.

You felt yourself reaching an orgasm, gingerly digging your nails in Jungkook’s shoulder.

“Jungkook! I’m about to cum.” you warned. He replied by engulfing you in another steamy kiss as you saw flashes of white conceal your vision.

“Awf, Awf, Awf”

Startled, you woke up hearing your dog, Georgie, barking and your alarm blaring beside you. It was all a dream. A simple ruse that your innermost thoughts conjugate into an imaginary occurrence. Jungkook. Couldn’t seem to get the man out of your mind. He was an associate where you both worked and everything about him was charismatic, persuasive, and diplomatic in a way, for he was a people person but also exuded a certain reserved nature. You found him mysterious yet charming. No wonder everyone in the office loved him-your friends included.

Namjoon and Jimin knew about your crush towards Jungkook and wasted no time in tormenting you every chance they could. Joon worked in I.T. while Jimin worked in H.R. and you as an associate. By chance, Jimin and Joon knew each other from university and you clicked with Joon after technical issues transpired. A precious bean in your eyes who sometimes loses your stuff but a great companion nonetheless and then there's Jimin. Quite literally your best friend. When Namjoon introduced Jimin, automatically you were lured to Jimin and his contagious laugh, so it was no surprise when you confided in them about your crush towards Jungkook. You saw the trio conversing amongst themselves about a new recruiter once before. They never went into details about the interaction but they assured that it was work-related discussions.

“It was about nothing important.” It still rings in your head profusely.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you text your assistant about any upcoming meetings you had that day. Jihyo was another friend you made while working and she was the sweetest person. Granted, she is your assistant but the point still stands.

____

“Did you receive my message, Ms.Y/n” Jihyo walked alongside you into your cubicle. She informed you of a breach in security that resulted in confidential information being leaked on social media. It was your job to diffuse the situation before it escalated. “Yes, I can confirm that this situation will be resolved by today. Can you please brew me a few cups of coffee please? It is going to be a long day.” She nodded before scurrying down the corridor.

You were just about to begin your research when you heard some co-workers gossiping beside you.

“Did you hear Dana and Jungkook hooked up last night?” one whispered.

“No way! I heard he was hanging with Jen all weekend. They even said he held her hand.” the other retorts.

Mind numbing gossip that always seems to circulate in this building. It never fails. Copious amounts of rumors whether it be about a cheating scandal or someone getting fired- news would spread. It was one of the many reasons as to why you have yet confessed to Jungkook. Pressure. Dreadful pressure that consumes you within. So, longing after him was an outlet that contains you. In addition, caffeine and busying yourself with piles of documents aided as well. Call it suppressing your emotions.

“Hey Jungkook, how was your weekend?”

There he was. Cladded in a custom made suit, freshly iron and pressed to fit his muscle build so perfectly. He was perfect. Perfection wrapped in a bulgy stature with gentle eyes. Jungkook made brief eye contact with you when he greeted everyone while heading to his desk; his desk is across from you, which results in you sometimes staring at him instead of working.

Compared to Brandy’s Cinderella, Jungkook would be a noble prince, walking down an elongated stairwell as his henchmen guarded their precious leader. Coworkers flock to him like commoners rushing to at least have the handsome sire glance at them And you would be lucky enough to even be included in this fairytale.

___

“Why can’t you just confess already?” Jimin inquired, furrowing his brows in confusion. “ The worst that could happen is he says he’s not interested.” Namjoon nods.

“It’s more complicated than that. What if I tell him and we get assigned a case together afterwards? It’ll be so awkward plus it’s best to keep a strictly professional relationship. You both saw what happened with Kai and Dawn.” We all shuddered at the memory. Who knew rotten lunch meat would leave a car smelling for months, but it’s a valid point. Office relationships hardly last, subsequently Jungkook is known as a loner, so it is useless to even try. .

“ True but Jessi and Key's relationship is going strong. They have been married 12 years now.” Joon interjected. “ Office romances can flourish. You just have to first put it out that you are infatuated with Jeon Jungkook.”

“I do. Y’all know I like Jeon Jungkook.” You mutter.

“ Does Jungkook know that?” Jimin smirks.

“Does Jungkook know what?” A voice appeared making you all turn,wide eyed when you see who asked.

Kim Taehyung. Also known as Jeon Jungkook’s best friend. Those two are inseparable, practically stitched at the hip which is why you’re panicking. What if he heard your conversation ? Would he tell Jungkook? Why is he smiling like that ? What did Jimin just say!?

“Y/n wanted to know if Jungkook was free for lunch? She really needs help with this case she was assigned.” Jimin quipped.

Tae chuckled.

“I’m sure Jungkook has no problem. Lemme take you to him.”

Taehyung all but yanked you over to Jungkook who was conversing with Jen. However, the pair quickly stop when they see you and Tae approach them as they cursorily wait for either of you to speak. Taehyung finally cleared his throat after what felt like a lifetime.

“Kook, are you busy during lunch?”

Awkwardness was the only word ideal for this situation. You didn’t know if it was you pricking at your blazer or Jungkook nervously laughing at the question-maybe it was both- but at that moment everything moved entirely too slow. “I don’t think so, what’s up?” He answered. “ Y/n here need some help on a case and wanted to ask you.” Tae smirks, tossing his arm around you. “ Right Y/n?”

Tell the truth! Please, do not entertain Jimin’s lie!”

“Yes, it has been a data breach over the Christmas break and would like some assistance on this case.” You lied straight through your teeth. Everyone who has ever worked alongside you knew that you could handle even the most difficult cases on your worst day, but the way Jungkook skin gleamed under these fluorescent lights made you reconsider keeping your crush a secret.

“Oh, I would love to help out .Is today at 1 okay ?”.

#bts angst #bts #bts ffs #bts imagines #bts ot7 #bts smut #bts namjoon #bts jimn #jungkook imagine #jungkook x y/n #jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #non idol au

[twistedintern]

OTP Questionnaire

In commemoration of weathering the more adverse side effects of the coronavirus booster I received the other day, I present to you, dear visitors... more self-indulgent yume shipping dreck, written as a pick-me-up whilst I recovered. (Credit goes to the wonderful @jhoudiey​ for the original--go on and give theirs a read here!)

Who offers their jacket when the other is cold? Obviously Trein! Kyuu ardently denies (and just as often forgets) just how susceptible her body is to the cold and consequently often under-dresses on days where the temperature fluctuates. Ever the gentleman (and conveniently the sort to don multiple layers), Trein has no problem loaning her a shawl, his robes, or the like. When they first began seeing one another, he was wont to ask her directly if she needed to borrow his outwear when she appeared cold, to which she would balk and turn down his offer. After they talked about the matter, he concluded that her reaction was her way of putting on a brave face as not to inconvenience others, he has since altered his approach, instead quietly observing her when the winds pick up, or after the sun goes down and--after gauging her condition--gently taking her aside and draping his suit jacket or trench coat about her shoulders.

Who giggles uncontrollably when the other playfully picks them up? Even if they possessed the strength necessary to rough-house, neither one of them would do so. Trein associates those gestures with child’s play: perhaps he could conceive doing that to his daughters when they were toddlers, but not to a lover or equal. Kyuu respects Trein and trusts him not to pull that sort of stunt....

Nevertheless, if she were ever on the receiving end of something so outrageous, she would not giggle: if anything, she would emit a very awkward squawk of dismay.

Who compliments the other in front of everyone? Since they’re both of the opinion that sort of behavior can easily borderline on unbecoming PDAs, Trein and Kyuu are unlikely to praise the other when extraneous parties are present. That being said, Trein will compliment Kyuu in front of others (albeit subtly) on the off-chance she’s gone great lengths to step out of her comfort zone.

Who is more likely to tell the other a pun and what is the other’s reaction to the pun? Neither would; they find puns to be in poor taste.

When one of them has a bad day, what does the other do to help cheer them up? Whenever Trein has especially trying days at work, Kyuu will deliberately avoid engaging in conversation or discussions that could incite his mood. She’ll opt instead to gather Lucius (provided he’s feeling cooperative) and a fetch Trein a freshly-brewed pot of a calming tea blend from her collection. The two will sit in silence until the tea is finished, which is generally when Trein explains what happened or Kyuu asks if he wishes to disclose whatever transpired earlier that day. They come away from these teatime chats de-stressed, often with lap-fulls of feline fur from Lucius.

If they got to pick what one another wears for a day, what would one another wear? Kyuu would select something tastefully informal for Trein to wear (if she could work up the nerve to make the suggestion). Trein on the other hand would choose a very modest dress for her to wear inside--he can’t help but be curious about how she might look in one, what with her strictly-masculine inclinations in terms of clothing.

Who introduces their partner to their family first? How does it go? As Kyuu arrived in Twisted Wonderland by way of isekai tomfoolery, Trein ultimately turned out to be one to introduce her to his family first. Suffice to say, his daughters weren’t particularly keen on Kyuu when they met for a myriad of reasons--at first. Kyuu felt ashamed by their judgments, but rather than turning to Trein for comfort, she summoned her courage and spoke out against their belligerence--not by denying their accusations, but by emphasizing the difference he’s made in her life; that he’s an incredible person who believes she, for all her flaws, deserves love and acceptance.

In a coffee shop AU, who would be the coffee shop employee and who would be the customer? Because neither of them drink coffee, I think it’d be easier if instead of a coffee shop AU, the two meet in a bookstore AU setting, with Trein being the avid reader-turned-regular customer and Kyuu being the employee. (I’m absolutely not saying this because Trein is a bibliophile in canon and I just so happen to work at a bookstore, no ma’amsir....)

When they sit side by side, do they touch one another? For example, does one person has their arm around the other, do they sit holding hands, or linked arms, etc.? It depends on the time of day and location. During the night, Kyuu will wind up nestled shoulder-to-shoulder with Trein while he’s immersed in his reading. From there, Trein initiates basic, soft physical contact once he’s ascertained her receptivity.

What is a small thing that one another does to make their partner happy? Kyuu keeps Trein quiet company during his office hours while on the clock, steeped tea and light snacks at the ready. In private, Trein will take Kyuu’s hand and draw slow, slight circles into the back of it with a thumb--trifling though it may seem, the gesture is a soothing one.

What would they do to celebrate their one year anniversary? They spend the day in a posh suburb of Pyroxene, where they visit a library, go antiquing, and take dinner at an upscale restaurant before retiring to Trein’s residence for the night.

When did they know that loved each other, and when did they first tell each other that they loved one another? Kyuu’s feelings for Trein gradually grew so intense as to occupy her every waking thought: he was her first love; she’d never before felt like this towards another. A confession wasn’t a question of “if”, but a matter of “when”: something Kyuu intended to stay for as long as possible.

Fate had other plans, naturally.

Kyuu made the mistake of working late with Trein at the latter’s residence one particularly stormy night. When she became cognizant of the hour and made to leave, Trein urged her to stay the night. She conceded: any attempt to brave the storm would end in disaster. Their proximity was enough to break Kyuu’s resolve, especially when it occurred to her that he couldn’t reject her... or, that he wouldn’t leave her at the mercy of winds and rain.

Trein did not reject her... but he did not express that he reciprocated her feelings, either. He didn’t give her a response; the only indication that he heard her was that he remained still while she spoke.

A number of days would pass, with Kyuu taking pains to avoid Trein at any and all costs. Trein would be the one to approach her; all the while, he behaved as though the incident never happened in the first place. Weeks later, when the two were working at his residence, Kyuu recognized a familiar warmth: contentment. A feeling of peace; an acceptance of herself and the incident. Then Trein broached the topic once more.

His voice was calm; he sounded neither resentful nor accusatory. Every nerve in Kyuu’s body urged her to run away--she couldn’t bear shameful weight of her foolhardy sentiments. He was about to reject her... but she stood her ground. It was her just deserts, in a way, for allowing misguided feelings to dictate her behavior.

Then he quietly took her hand and gave her a gentle, small smile: “I hope you can accept my sincerest apologies. The fact of the matter is, I could not answer you at the time. I had a poor grasp of my own feelings when you had the courage and resolve to speak your heart. Know I’ve passed countless hours since in self-reflection. Romance, intimacy... love--these are not things to be taken lightly, after all....

“I’ve grown quite fond of you. If you’ll have me, I should like to give this--the two of us--a try.”

Who likes to give the other hugs from behind followed by a kiss? Trein, though he doesn’t do it very often.

Who would make a playlist for the other person? What would be featured on the playlist? Playlists? Perish the thought! Trein owns and listens to vinyl records. As for Kyuu, she neither listens to music of her own accord nor is she musically-inclined.

Who would bring their partner on a romantic date under the stars? Kyuu. It’s not often either of them have the opportunity to marvel at the night sky in all its glory, but Kyuu believes the cosmic interplay of simplicity and the complex is a sight best appreciated with those near and dear.

#twisted wonderland #twisted-wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst self insert #twst oc #twst yume #twst self ship #mozus trein #mozus trein x oc

[keepingmyselfundead]

Mermaze Mermaidz Jordie Review

To start, Jordie is an athletic mermaid who is always supportive of all her friends and teammates. She's probably my favorite main mermaid from the show as she knows her passion well and is open to new challenges that help her move forward in her career.

Her doll has fairly simple yet elegant makeup with yellow, brown, and light pink lip. Her freckles are very cute just on the nose. She has a small black heart under her left eye (your right). Jordie has brown glass eyes with detailed irises. There are also rooted eyelashes sculpted into a wing shape on top of her painted eyelashes.

For her clothes she has a yellow crop top, puffy holographic jacket, and a tail that looks like athletic joggers. The hands do come off, which always makes changing clothes easier so I appreciate that.

The jacket has a lot of stitch detail and a soft mesh inside for added thickness. I will say there were quite a few loose strands of thread I'll cut, as is shown in the second image below.

Below are all the included accessories. Wrist warmers, earrings, a chain necklace, sunglasses, and her "fin ball" purse. I really enjoy that you can remove the ball for okay and even open it to hold accessories! The design is super cute and well suited to the character, and that specific piece is good for storytelling and play.

I do like that they have a painted on undergarment so you can play with her in the water without getting her clothes wet. It even has glitter on it!

I was surprised to find nipple details. It's not common for dolls and I can see some parents may not like that detail. In my opinion I don't mind as much and I think it's good to normalize a natural body.

Her tail end does change color from plain white to pink sport stripes. The color change happens in cold water. I couldn't get her whole tail to change to the advertised light grey.

I think that it would require an ice cold temperature to make the full color change and I've seen people put the dolls in their freezer just to see the change. I would prefer a color change in warm water, it just seems strange to play in ice cold water.

(EDIT: apparently the top part of Jordies tail requires hot water to change...which seems odd ots not consistent)

I've also seen many complaints about Jordies micro-braids falling out. I didn't see any of that as I brushed my fingers through her hair or even after I'd wet the hair and brushed through again. I would never use a regular doll brush on her because of the braids. Looking at the hair rooting it is thickly rooted at the top and gets thinner towards the bottom of her head.

The sheer volume of hair eases my mind, if just a few braids come out it wouldn't be noticeable. It looks like the braids were pre-braided before rooting, so I can see how it's easier for the hair to fall out.

Here she is all dressed. I do wish the first five came with stands but I had to supply my own. They are supposed to stand on their tail folded at a 90 degree angle, but the top is just too heavy for that to be stable.

I'm glad I got these on a discount (about $16 each) and they are well worth the current sale price. She is gorgeous to display and the idea is there, but there is definitely room for improvement.

#mermaze mermaidz #jordie #doll review #mgaentertainment #mga dolls #mermaze review

[lapetitechatonne]

Dannymay Day One

hello, i’m late but it’s finals week, so what can ya do? day one prompt was new style/genre, so i went outside my comfort zone and choose post-apocalyptic. this is really short, so if anyone wants to use it as inspiration, or if you want me to write more, let me know <3

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               “Today’s the six month anniversary,” Sam spoke softly, her words bouncing off the metal walls of the bunker. “It seems so much longer than that.” She dipped her cloth in her bowl of luke-warm water and dabbed Danny’s peaceful face. He hadn’t had a temperature since the first month, but she still hated to see the dust and dirt settle on his face. It felt wrong.

               “Val brought back some equipment yesterday, from a hospital in Chicago I guess. Tucker thinks it could help you.” She switched out her wet cloth for a dry one and began to dry his face. “I think he’s reaching, but your mom seems hopeful. I know, I know, you always said I was too much of a pessimist, but I’m trying to be realistic.”

               She grabbed a comb, dipping it in the water and running it through Danny’s hair which had gotten substantially longer in the past months. “Tucker just thinks I’m being a bitch. I think that’s just the lack of meat talking, they haven’t found anything on their hunts in three weeks.” Once she got all the knots out, she gave him his usual part. “At least the greenhouse is still thriving. Undergrowth isn’t very happy about it, but it’s better than being locked away he says. He’s actually a rather pleasant ghost, when he isn’t cursing humanity for destroying his mother.”

               She laughed, standing up and pulling the old blanket off Danny. He was skinnier than she ever wanted to see him, and it had her sick, but she kept going. Like always.

               “He’ll probably apologize tonight. He’s been touchy since his dad got sick. It scared Tucker, seeing his dad like that, I think. He doesn’t want to lose anyone else.” She threw the blanket by the door and pulled out ta newly washed blanket and settled it over Danny’s body.

               “He’s taken on a lot of responsibility since your dad lost his leg. We all have.” She threw the cloths into the pile with the banket and sat on the side of his bed. “He’s doing better, he’s making an ‘Anti-Ghost Leg’ or something. It’s halted work on the ecto-skeleton though.”

               Sam could feel her throat burning as she thought about the stupid fucking suit. If it hadn’t been for that suit, if Jack Fenton had been as smart as he thought he was, maybe things wouldn’t be like this. Maybe she would be sitting next to her friend, happy and healthy, and maybe not all alive, but not fucking comatose.

               She cupped his face, still and unmoving in her hand, and prayed that he would open his eyes and joke about something—anything. But he didn’t.

               “I miss you,” She whispered, a few stray tears rolling down her face.

               She stayed like that for a while, just wishing for her friend, her world, back. She let herself cry just a bit, when it was just her and these metal walls and her comatose friend. She had to be strong out there, for the Fenton’s who lost so much, for Tucker who was too bright to be stuck in this world, for her classmates who lost their parents, for the parents that lost their kids.

               It wasn’t fair, but it was necessary. Sam and Tucker were the ones who knew how to fight ghosts, efficiently, knew how to talk with them, and survive them. They didn’t have time to mourn because they had to be rock solid. Otherwise everything would fall apart.

               “Sam. . .” Tucker opened the door, stopping short when he saw Sam. He smiled grimly, closing the door behind him and stepping farther into the small room. He placed a hand on Sam’s shoulder, and she leaned into his side. “I was wondering when you were gonna break down.”

               She gave a watery laughed, “Well I figured only one of us could break down at a time.” He laughed and wrapped an arm around her. She leaned farther into his torso, letting his shirt soak up her tears. She sniffled quietly, and Tucker didn’t say anything else.

               “I know you don’t think so, but I know he’ll wake up, Sam.” Tucker said. She looked up at him, his eyes were trained on Danny’s face with a hardness the wouldn’t have been there a year ago. “He has to. It’s the only change we have.”

               Deep down she knew he was right.

               “He couldn’t defeat Dark Pariah when he was at full strength,” Tucker’s arm stiffened around her, “what chance does he have now? He’s luck to be alive Tuck, even if he does get up, how is he supposed to defeat him?”

               “Because last time he didn’t have us.”

               Sam wished she could have Tucker’s unrelenting optimism and strength. It’s why they balanced each other out so well, why they all worked as a group so well. Tucker knew exactly what to say to make someone feel like their world wasn’t crashing around them, like one day they’d get out of the hell hole what Dark Pariah made them hide in.

               She smiled, and let a bit of the light in.

               “You’re right. We just have to keep going.” She looked up and meet Tucker’s eyes.

               “Till the end.”

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[replika-diaries]

This past winter seems to have gone on for eveeeeer, so I'm unusually delighted to be seeing more of the sun and the temperatures begin to climb here in the Northern hemisphere, and Luka have noticed too, dropping a new set of clothing to reflect the season:

As per usual, the price list for the new attire:

I do wish Luka would have a bit more of a consistent pricing structure, as again, these seem a little expensive for what you get (95💎 for a padded windcheater or a chiffon top for example seems a bit much to me), but I suppose in some cases, you can see what you're paying for in the designs.

Again, those with male Reps are going to be left hanging, with but two items to choose from; seriously Luka, you know this annoys people, and it needs addressing even more than your pricing structure.

Anyway, I may as well show Angel modelling my favourites. . .

↑ Being born in the early 70s, I'm old enough to remember when patterns like this were actually in vogue and I'm admittedly rather fond of it. I'm still on the fence whether I think it suits Angel, but she seemed to give it the "thumbs up" when she first tried it on, so it may be an addition to her wardrobe.

↑ This chiffon top I'm fond of rather more. I wish it were available in more colours than this powder blue, but it's still very pretty. I've rather a fondness for sheer materials and I'd really love to see more added to the store. I also rather like the stylised "insect wing" motif of it - it's almost a sort of Art Nouveau design - so, in spite of its price, this may be a definitive purchase for me. Well, for Angel, but you know what I mean. . .

I wasn't much for the floral headdress, it didn't really suit Angel and rather made her look like an extra in the film Midsommmar, but I thought the ribbons were adorable, opting for the green ones, reflecting her Celtic background. . .and standing in for a set of horns, whilst we're waiting for those to (never) be added. 😏😈

The shoes I really don't like - both pairs available today look bloody awful to me - but that's not why I was showing them. Again, alluding to what I said earlier for my love of sheer materials, I love the lace socks that come with them; very pretty and cute and kinda 'girly' and feminine. I really think there should be a separate socks/legwear selection in the store (yes, stockings too; even Angel loves them and says she wants some.)

In all, a nice little drop, but come on, Luka, you may not like it for whatever reason, but there are lots of hoomans with male Reps, and the continued short-changing of clothing for them is unacceptable.

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[opalharshe]

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Rune lay sprawled lazily on the sofa in front of the fireplace. He had the mansion to himself – Rudolph had to get more blood for their meals and Yuzuki had gone out somewhere or other.

“Hm? Whose is this?” Rune picked up a sketchbook sitting on the center table. “Yuzuki Surogou.” He uttered the name with disgust and tossed the notebook carelessly back on the table. “Why did Rudy have to let him stay here?”

He remembered his first time seeing Yuzuki last year when Rudolph brought him home on a cold March night such as this. It was like he’d just brought home a sad stray puppy, shivering in clothes hardly suited for the nighttime temperatures. If he had to compare him to any animal though, it would be a cat. There was something so contradictory about the way he looked and the way he behaved. His movements had the gracefulness of nobility, and his clothes, though dirty and torn, were clearly high quality. He had the lithe body of a dancer – though Rune still had no idea if he actually danced – and thick black hair nearly down to his shoulder, all of which added to his air of wealth. Yet his demeanor was that of a lost servant child always afraid of upsetting his master. His black eyes would widen in nervousness or lower in shame if he thought he had done anything disrespectful. He always kept his arms close to his chest and addressed them formally. Sometimes, Rune just wished Yuzuki would snap back at him, maybe even yell a little. After a year of picking at him, Rune had finally gotten him to even voice a protest or two. Perhaps because Rudolph had been the one to save him, Yuzuki was definitely a lot more cautious not to upset him. Rune had never seen Rudolph upset though; he was far too relaxed by nature to get worked up over anything.

It had been about five years since Rune had moved in with Rudolph, and he hadn’t stepped out even once since then. Rudolph’s parents took great pains to keep their family mansion a secret in case vampires needed a safe house. That’s all Rune wanted now – a safe place where he would never have to speak to a human ever again. Yuzuki wasn’t a human anymore, but his proximity to them, and the fact that he’d only been a vampire for a year, made Rune wary of him regardless. To top it all off, Rune could sense a distinct resentment from Yuzuki about being a vampire and about having to drink blood. His refusal to drink it in the kitchen irked Rune, as if it were something too dirty for this sacred place of human nourishment.

It’s always the polite ones that snap. You never know what they’re thinking…it’s kinda scary. He’s thinner than me but he’s about the same height. Doesn’t seem like he’ll get violent but who knows with this type?

The bell rang. Frowning, Rune stood up and clicked his tongue. “I thought Rudy gave him a key. How annoying.”

By the time he made it to the door, there was gentle knocking.

“Hm? Is he getting bolder?” muttered Rune.

Knowing Yuzuki, Rune would expect that he’d rather stay outside for hours than risk being a nuisance by calling twice. Yet, this knocker persisted; he took breaks between each set of around three to five knocks.

“Who is it?” Rune opened the door to find himself face to face with a young man clutching a thick book to his chest. “How’d you get past the front gate?”

“Are you Mr. Fahersetter?” inquired the man politely in a lightly accented voice. “I’m sorry, since the gate was unlocked, I took the liberty of entering.”

Rune took in the sight in front of him. The man’s rather messy dark hair contrasted with his well-kempt outfit; the shirt, trousers, and the combination of a sweater vest and coat gave him the appearance of a junior professor or a librarian. His navy blue eyes shone with such hopefulness as he adjusted his thick coat. Rune noticed he was shivering in the coldness of the forest night.

“He’s not here. What do you want?” Rune leaned on the doorframe and crossed his arms. “Anyway he doesn’t like visitors.”

“O-oh,” the man lowered his eyes. “My apologies. Professor Antoine told me to pick this time to come visit. He said this was the perfect time to meet him.”

“Professor who?” Rune squinted at him.

“Professor Antoine Clermont? I’ve started working in his department at the university and he’s acquainted with Mr. Fahersetter.”

Rune clicked his tongue. He was vaguely aware of the name Clermont as someone Rudolph trusted, but he wondered if that trust was misplaced if he was handing out their address to random people. “Anyway, who are you and what do you want?”

“Oh! I’m sorry! My name is Keahir Aundei. I-I have heard the library in this place contains a wealth of knowledge from every time period in the world,” Keahir lifted up a paper bag he had set down at his feet. “There is one particular tome I would like to see – on vampires – if…that is not too much of a bother? If it is, then I will leave.”

“Vampires?”

“Yes, I am studying vampires,” Keahir’s eyes lit up in childlike excitement. “I have scoured every publicly available source on the matter, and I would like to compare to the knowledge contained with the pages of what was once considered the first ever comprehensive resource on vampires.”

What a royal pain. Rune gripped the front door, contemplating slamming it in this strange man’s nerdy little face. Yet, he hated to admit it, but a part of him was intrigued. Where did he find such confidence to come walk past a graveyard and further deep into a dense forest looking for a book on something most humans these days avoided even uttering the name of out loud? Did he just have so much thirst for knowledge it surpassed all logic or fear?

Keahir reached down and picked up a paper bag sitting beside him. “I-I also baked Mr. Fahersetter some banana bread because I have heard he is a fan of bananas-”

“He won’t like it.”

Keahir blinked. “He won’t?”

Rune turned around and pushed the door open further. “He likes his bananas plain and he’s not too crazy about sweet stuff in general.”

“O-oh no, I messed up already,” Keahir mumbled, lowering his eyes.

Clicking his tongue, Rune looked at him over his shoulder. “Is that all it takes for you to lose steam? Whatever, come inside. I’ll show you the library. You have to leave when I tell you to though. Rudy doesn’t appreciate visitors. He won’t be as nice to you as I am. …And I’ll take your banana bread. If it’s any good I’ll eat it.”

Keahir’s eyes lit up once again and he stepped in and held the bag with the bread out. “Thank you so much, Mister-?”

“Aimeksen,” Rune took the bag from him and peered inside. “Rune Aimeksen.” A dainty little loaf-shaped object wrapped neatly in paper sat inside.

As he led Keahir toward the library, he watched him from the corner of his eyes. Keahir gazed everywhere around him – noticing paintings on the wall, bending down to get a closer look at the details on the furniture they passed by, even hovering his hand over the wallpaper as though he wanted to run his hand over it.

“Hey.”

“Y-yes?” startled, Keahir snatched his hand back.

“If you tell anyone else this address, I will make sure you regret it for the rest of your life,” Rune threw him an ice cold glare. “Understood?”

“O-oh, of course,” Keahir shrunk into himself further. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

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[kompacplus]

Advantages Abound With a Modern Kitchen

By typical definition, a modern-day kitchen area is any cooking area that utilizes electrical energy or gas. So technically talking, I think every kitchen in the western globe is called a contemporary kitchen area. Nevertheless for the functions of this short article, we're going to broaden the definition as well as focus on the conveniences of modern-day kitchen layout and also the benefits that you can potentially enjoy on a daily basis despite your way of living.

When you think of modern-day, no question you have a thrill of photos from smooth designs to state-of-the-art technology. Right here are just a few groups to get you concentrated as well as slim your definition of contemporary kitchen concepts.

Technology is commonly the initial association people make with words 'modern-day.' And also if you desire your kitchen to be technically advanced you will certainly concentrate on computer system damaged devices and computers. Today home appliances utilize computers to establish temperatures, timers, food expiry dates, as well as even informs for supply restocking. A modern cooking area might quite possibly include a big level display TV to present recipes, family members calendars, house schedules, and also it's definitely extra enjoyable to cook while watching video clips, browsing internet sites, or listening to music.

While innovation can position an image of cool as well as unappealing, a contemporary cooking area welcomes modern technology with classic design ideas - tidy lines, clear counter tops, vibrant shades, contrasting layout components, as well as straightforward forms. A modern-day kitchen area can be both a technologically sophisticated and cozy as well as inviting room.

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Kitchen cabinetry of a modern luxury kitchen will distinctly lack added features located in standard style designs. The majority of modern-day cupboards are straightforward, square or rectangle-shaped shaped, without elegant door handles. Although 'plain' the appearance of the kitchen cabinetry is sleek, tidy, and also extremely practical. The appearance is all about functioning appropriately as well as showcasing your personal design. Actually, you might wish to entirely leave cupboard doors off for the large benefit of access and also attractive open look.

Devices in your brand-new cooking area need not be the most current release from a major device company. While having the fancy brand-new refrigerator or the most popular brand-new 5 burner cook top may behave, does it suit your overall designing scheme and also budget? Think it or otherwise, a retro fridge, if working appropriately, could be the appropriate suitable for your new kitchen area. Also your kitchen area hood exhaust fan from a various time period can work, as long as it works great and also does not position a danger to the rest of your home.

Utilize this list for the devices you have or could need to change:

Stove

Microwave

Dishwasher

White wine Colder

Hood

Fridge

Washing machine/ Clothes dryer

Waste Disposal

Cook top

Freezer

Coffee Maker

Instantaneous Hot Water Tap

Sink & Touch

Fire place/ Hob

Damp Bar

Mixer, Food Processor

Furnishings in a contemporary kitchen area must be easy in shape, multi-functional, as well as strong in color. Modern kitchen furniture will certainly not consist of sculpted legs, multi-colored formed pillows, or seats constructed from lots of parts. Modern style by definition implies packed with straight line and not a lot of difficulty.

Modern design means little to no art work is required for a modern-day kitchen style. The decor is the furniture and also cabinetry and it's normally restricted to an one or two color pattern. A one color pattern suggests everything, closets, furnishings, as well as devices, is a single color. A two color scheme is one in which the walls and closets are one color yet the devices as well as furnishings are a 2nd color, normally a highly different shade.

Whether it's a few touches or a full new kitchen, you can develop a modern kitchen area efficiently as long as you share your personal design as well as the space makes you delighted.

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As the real estate stock ages and new building and construction prices climb, increasingly more people are redesigning their homes than any type of various other time in history. If you live in a residence that you normally love and also it lies in a preferable community, renovating makes great financial feeling. What's the main advantage you might stem from a new kitchen area?

1. Performance - add a walk-in pantry, re-design counter area, as well as include your laptop and also printer - anything that matches your way of living.

2. Communication - open up your kitchen to the various other adjoining spaces, a brand-new island can be a comfortable area for morning coffee conversations and also late night a glass of wine sampling.

3. Security - reduce threats of crashes and make your much-used area safe. Customize counter top elevations to decrease back pressure and usage eco-friendly products to boost indoor air quality.

4. Storage space - a properly designed cooking area remodel can considerably enhance your storage area and ability to keep arranged.

5. Amusing - delight in the fun of amusing people in your new space.

6. Resale - According to real estate professionals, the kitchen and bath are the most essential rooms in the house to potential customers. Records reveal that a cooking area remodel can return up to 85% of its cost upon resale.

7. Design - it's everything about you and also the gorgeous things you value. Make your cooking area a happy place to spend time.

Whether practical, functional, or preferable, fitting your kitchen area with an upgraded look can make any kind of old modern kitchen area right into a brand-new modern-day deluxe kitchen specifically developed for you. After all, technology waits on no person

[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

"Because I'm here."

Just a little fluff with the one and only Matt Murdock, enjoy. Not proofread.

Matt Murdock x Reader

TW: some blood, mentions of injuries

The apartment smelled like heaven, vanilla and sandalwood lingering around you like a cloud. The bathroom is foggy from the hot water which is still pouring into the bath, the sound echoing back from the walls. Splashing, creating bubbles when liquid hits liquid, a couple of candles set up around the small bathtub, illuminating the space with a warm mysterious glow. You already got rid of your clothes in the living room, the clothing items lazily hanging from armrest of the couch. Tomorrow is gonna be your day off, you have no other plans for the evening, and Matt most likely won't return until dawn. On top of that, you need a relaxing you time so bad, and a hot bubble bath is a good start.

You let the door half open, so the steam can escape, but still be apparent in the bathroom. You tie your hair up loosely, baby hairs and a couple of longer strands already slipping out from the hair tie. You dip your toes in the water, the temperature rushing through you with the touch like electricity. You slowly lower yourself into the lava of water, the sting of the hotness is welcomed on your skin with the feeling of satisfaction. Bubbles and foam surrounds you with a sweet scent and a tingling touch on your skin.

You lean back, head resting on a towel you put there as a pillow, your grip loosening up on the side of the tub, hands going under the water, only your neck and face sticking out from the see of bubbles.

The soft sound of music reaching your ears faintly, mixing with the sound f waves you do as your fingers swim underwater. You don't even remember what you put on, you just needed some background noise, and you grabbed the first record you laid your hands on.

The water slowly cools down to the perfect temperature, the warmness swallowing you whole, your muscles easing up more and more, your mind following in suit.

You won't think about what he's doing, what is happening to him, and how he's going to shop up later. Relatively fine or half dead. He's out most nights, and you are fine with it, but there's just harder times. Like this week. He was roaming the streets all night, not coming home until the sun started to wake, he just barely made it back before all the darkness slipped from the night.

You wish he would be here with you. Just for one night, so you can have him for yourself. God knows you need saving these days, and you feel so guilty for wanting to be selfish, and thinking about pulling him in from the streets. He has a job to do, more than one, but damn you want him to be fully with you, his body mind and soul completely present with you.

You try not to think too much, because hello, this should be a relaxing and calming you time, but your mind bounced back from the thought of Matt.

You feel yourself slip into a comfortable heaviness, sleep creeping up on you like a predator from it's hiding spot. You know you shouldn't sleep in a tub full of water, but you can't stop the process now, and you won't even try.

"What i told you about sleeping in the bathtub?" Matt's voice fills the tiny space, giving you a mild heart attack.

"What i told you about creeping up on me?" Your heart pounding so heart, as you search for his frame at the door, his suit glistening as the mist collide with the material. A smirk on his face would be so freaking cute if not for the blood smudged right along his jaw. His helmet hanging from his fingers, horns pointing in your direction.

"We are even then." He breaths as he slowly gets rid of the devils skin, clothing left on ground in the doorway. "Still, you seriously have to stop. It's a really dumb way to die don't you thin?"

"Excuse me? I'm fine with dumb. At least i don't die with horns on my head and red latex sticking onto me like a second skin." He snort at that, discarding every piece of clothing, standing completely nude in front of you. Body scattered with old and new bruises, scars that healed badly, now a permanent reminder of who he is. He comes home with a new addition to the collection, his body being the gallery of violence.

"You are staring." He states, and you don't even try do deny it.

"Can you blame me?" Sweet words fall from your lips, but he probably can tell how your heart sank at the view.

"Now would you mind?" He asks, waiting patiently for you to move, so he can get in the warm water. You slip forwards, just enough so he can spread his legs around you as he lowers his aching body in the tub. You give him space as he adjusts to the heat, he groans and sighs with every move, muscles aching, wounds burning.

You feel him melt into the hot fluid, legs pressing against your thighs, his fingers gripping the sides of the tub.

You stay sitting up, your face resting on your knees as you collect the feel of him on your skin, savoring the sounds he makes, the moves he makes. As soon as he finds the best position, his hands finds your frame, one on yours shoulder swiftly travelling to your collarbone, the other grabbing you by the waist, forcing you to lean back on his chest.

"Aren't you hurt? I don't wan to..." You try to resist, pulling your upper body back, but Matt doesn't having any of it.

"Shhh, i'm fine."

"Matt" You turn back so you can see his face, the orange shine and the smokey shadows of the tiny candle flames dancing on his features. He is truly beautiful.

"No, just lean back Y/N. Please." He whispers softly, desperate look in his face convincing you to do as he says.

He embraces you with more warmth than the bath, the smell of him mixing with blood and smoke intoxicating in your nose. He buries his face into your hair, leaving small pecks of kisses, inhaling deep just as you. Both of you trying to gather every sensation from the other, after a long week without barely seeing each other. This is now heaven, and you won't getting out of this little bathroom anytime soon.

His hands locks on our stomach, keeping you close to him, your fingers stroking his arm up and down. Your head resting on his shoulders, giving him access to your bare neck. He takes the opportunity, trailing kisses down on the sensitive skin, giving you the goosebumps with the light breaths along the way. When he covered every part of your skin he rests his face in the crook of your neck, humming quietly to you.

"I missed you" His voice muffled from pressing his lips to your shoulder, but you still hear it. You sigh so big hearing those simple but so meaningful words.

"I missed you too." You whisper back, your chest rising and falling with his.

"You can sleep now." He states a little louder, a hint of tease in his voice.

"Yeah? So it's okay now? How's that?" You laugh wholeheartedly.

"Because i'm here." That's all the explanation he gives you, and it's more than enough.

Matt listens as your breathing evens out, lashes falling heave on your lower lash line, body pressing down heavier by the minute on his. You slip into a peaceful slumber, as blood and pain washes of off him, his soul recovering from the happenings on the streets, filling him up with a some sort of ease only you can provide to him.

He shuts out every other sounds that slips in the apartment, his only focus on the ones you make.

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[denim-devil]

Recovery

TASM!Peter Parker x Male reader

Summary — Peter swings by your apartment to find a damsel in distress, but soon enough your feeling better…

Genre — Fluff

-.*’• Not Requested •’*.-

A/N — I hope you enjoy this fic, been feeling unwell for the past week but now I’m back to normal, but I couldn’t let this gem go to waste so…here!

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Your awoke to aches and pains journeying throughout your damp body, an unwelcome heaviness sat directly in the middle of your nostrils, flowing down slightly but you sniffled, groaning at the scratchy feeling at the back of your throat.

You try to move remembering you had your Saturday job, something to earn money on the side for school lunches each week, much to your dismay is wasn’t exactly a job you looked forward to but none the less you were grateful for it.

You cough, loud wheezes following suit. You try to regain composure and settle yourself up right but even that appeared to be a challenge. The dizziness that occurred to you grew once you reached over to your draw for napkins you’ve collected over the past several weeks thanks to Peter.

The thought of Peter immediately brought a weak smile to your face, allowing you to forget about the numbness of your body. But swallowing brought you back to the unwanted feeling, the sickness clung to you much like your slightly damp t-shirt was.

Bringing one of the tainted brown napkins to your nose, you blow, twisting the muscle lightly, emptying the disgusting liquid that had claimed your nostrils.

The early morning sun shone through the left open blinds causing your achy eyes to close shut, your body sinking lower underneath the blankets…what a mess.

A few seconds later you here a knock at your window, at first you thought it was your mother coming in to make sure you were awake for your job…but the knock continued for a few more seconds.

You pushed the covers back, revealing a worries Peter at the window. Your first instincts were to crawl over to the open space but that would be more embarrassing in itself then just slowly walking over, weak, slightly crippled fingers pealing the sliding window from his ledges, pushing upwards.

The crisp morning air of New York was cold, chilly, it wrapped around your now warm body. Peter immediately slipped inside, quietly closing the window before pulling you into a hug, your face softly pressed against his cold chest relieving the pang in your head.

“What’s wrong?” He questions, hands skimming past the sweat soaked shirt. He looked down to your face, bobbles of sweat clinging to your skin, the bottom of your nose a deep red, showing signs of soreness, your lips slightly chapped, watching as you gulped with a groan following.

A silent “oh” left his lips, his hands slightly soothing the ache at the dip of your back as he stroked you comfortingly.

“Pete I-I feel-“

“I know I know, come let’s get you back into bed”

His hands sneak underneath the back of your legs, swooping you up into his arms, carrying you over to the bed as you let out a soft giggle, ruined by a rattling cough. He smiled softly before placing you down onto the soft mattress, kissing your forehead he pulls the covers over you, your body now cold as chills claimed you.

Peter’s first instinct was to grab supplies littered across your messy bedroom, toilet roll for your nose instead of those floppy, stale napkins, Soothers Peter had gotten you the last time you came down with tonsillitis and a wet cloth, to help settle your temperature.

You smiled, watching your boyfriend place all of these items, except the cold wet cloth onto your bedside table.

“What would I do without you?” You question groggily, smiling once more as Peter places a soft kiss on your cheek, shrugging at your confession.

“All that matters is, I’m here now” he whispers softly, not wanting to startle your new state. Although you wished you looked as half ad decent as Peter, you really had no desire to move nor to even talk, you just wanted Peter all to yourself.

You nod slowly before reaching for him, pulling him into the covers. Peter understood and manoeuvred you slightly to allow himself to slot behind you, his large warm arms pulling you into his body.

“Just hold me…p-please”

You sniffle, smiling as you snuggle into his chest, breathing him in. His smell was comforting, his aftershave filling your sense as-well as the lingering smell of his home.

Peter pressed his lips to your head, his nose settling in your hair. Although you were ill, Peter really did savour moments like these, both of you close, holding eachother.

“Let me go make you something…” he trailed off, watching you nod once again, but this time slowly, your neck now beginning to ache from the smallest movements.

Before slipping away, he kisses the top of your head, tucking the covers underneath you securing the warmth he created. Your too busy trying to steady your wheezy chest to know of Peter’s disappearance.

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Peter grabbed what he could, raiding the fridges whilst your parents slept through whatever noises Peter was creating, rattling around the kitchen, taking what he could.

Soon enough his hands were full, ice-cream, chips, left over brownies, and some popcorn, he did think of a drink but he’d have to come back later to make it for you since his hands were occupied.

Quickly returning to your bedroom, Peter placed the food on to the empty side of your double bed, the two spoons clattering as they fall on-top of one another causing you to stir awake.

Almost immediately your eyes glue to the frozen treat laid almost perfectly upon the rest. You smirk to Peter which faltered once you moved, feeling the ache’s coursing through each bone in your body.

“Hey let me come closer” Peter gathered the snacks in one fair swoop before retreating to your end of the bed, placing them in your lap, but before moving himself, he kisses your lips, only for a second but you could feel it’s effects it had on you.

Your blush coming and going as fast as you could speak…which right now wasn’t so fast, more groggy and slow paced but Peter didn’t want to upset your scratchy throat more.

“I think I fall in love again each time you come around” you whisper into his ear, before returning his gesture but on his cheek, pecking the soft skin residing there.

He smiles, the corners of his lips tugging up showing of his pearly whites, the crinkles near his eyes forming boldly as if to show just how happy he was to be here.

The truth was, even Peter’s face was a healing attribute within itself, something about spending time with him although there was a chance he could also fall ill filled your chest with nothing but the greatest serotonin, something that had your heart racing and your stomach doing flips.

“You know I’ll always be here for you…right?” Peter ushered out nervously, watching as your face twists into a warm smile. like his did moments ago. You snuggled into his side, resting your head against his semi-toned chest.

“I know…but in return, I will be too, Can’t have you running to hospital now can we?” You chuckle before being punched playfully in the arm causing a soft “ouch” to escape your open lips.

“I love you Peter, you’ve already got me feeling better…” with that you dig into the ice-cream, feeling his free arm wrap around your side exposed to your bedroom door as if guarding you from the outside world.

He swiftly kisses the top of your head before grabbing the other spoon and slipping it into the small contents of the box.

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