♡ Taking care of your whiny, clingy bf (Satoru Gojo)
warnings: lots of sappy, sweet talk. Reader absolutely eats up Gojo when he’s like this and feeds into it. Can you blame y/n??
“Oh, my sweet little baby,” you coo as your boyfriend crawls into your arms, settling his full body weight on your own as you lay against the mattress. His grumbles and grunts into the side of your neck, submerging into the role of being your whiny little baby for the night.
One hand rubs soothingly against his back, holding back an amused laugh as he huffs, his body melting into yours. It had been an hour or so since he’d arrived back home from a long, tiring mission. Gojo had showered and eaten before demanding all of your attention. The two of you remained in that position for ten minutes or so as you resumed watching your TV show, your hand subconsciously slowing down from gently scratching his bare back.
Then you stop.
By accident, of course.
Gojo whines into your neck, one foot dramatically kicking the bed after a second of not feeling your nails trace against his skin.
“Sorry, baby.” Your fingers continue against his back and you were absolutely certain that if he was a cat, he would be purring loudly and unashamedly. Then, with all the strength you could muster, you turn your two bodies against the bed so you’re lying on top him, sitting up.
You position yourself beside him, hands pushing back his snow white hair, massaging his scalp. He sighs contently, eyes fluttering closed as you lean down and press soft kisses against his cheeks and temple. Eventually, his eyes closed permanently and you relaxed against the pillow on your side of the bed again, scrolling mindlessly on your phone.
The next time you look, Gojo’s sat up on the bed pushed onto one elbow and glaring at you. His hair’s all ruffled and misplaced, eyes tired yet still dead set on you.
“Why are you ignoring me?”
You laugh. “I’m not ignoring you. I thought you were asleep.”
He huffs, pouting. “No, it’s fine. It’s nice to know my own girlfriend hates me.”
You scoff, an amused grin threatening to escape. “Satoru, don’t be so dramatic. I was-“
He gasps. Cuts you off. “No, I don’t want to hear anymore. My girlfriend hates me and thinks I’m dramatic. Someone just kill me now.”
You grab his arm, sick of his whinging, and pull him into your lap. “Come on, you big baby. Sit. I know you want to.”
With a defeated grumble, he settles on your lap and wraps his arms around your waist, cheek pressed up against your shoulder.
“I do not hate you. If you wanted more attention all you needed to do was ask.”
Your hands wrap around and entangle into his hair at the nape of his neck, scratching his scalp as the other one rubs his upper back.
He grunts. “Lower.”
You silently move your hand down and rub a different area of his back.
A beat.
“Lay me down.”
You roll your eyes behind his back and tip him against the mattress, settling into his side and pushed up onto one forearm. “So bossy,” you tease quietly.
“Hm. Scratch my stomach.”
Your hand trails down and you gently drag your nails against his abs, eliciting a groan of pleasure from him as his body dissolves of any remaining tension. Once again, you lean down to appease him, peppering little kisses against the side of his head and along his jaw, squishing his cheeks in between the fingers of your free hand.
“Scratch harder,” he mumbles.
Gosh, he was so bossy. Yet you wouldn’t change it for the world.
Content: Family Fluff, Comfort, Wholesome Unkky Jack, Dad!Robby, Age Gap relationship (not specified but I'm thinking late 20s or early 30s for Reader and Early 50s for Robby), POV shifts, The Pitt is a family
Note: This hasn't been beta'd. It's been my labor of love and I hope you all enjoy.
Today was supposed to be a calm day. You had the day off for once, and were trying to have a nice walk with your kiddos while your husband Michael was at work. You only turned your back for a second to attend to your 2 year old son Maddox in his stroller, but apparently it was a second too long. Your 5 year old daughter Stevie was skating on her little skateboard behind you, but she had fallen off.
All you could hear was screaming and crying. Of course you forgot your phone at home too. You load her up into Maddox’s stroller and place her skateboard underneath the stroller. You are extremely thankful that it was a double seater and that you weren’t too far away from your husband’s ER.
You run with the stroller as fast as you can to PTMC. Princess saw you 3 as you entered the ER and buzzed you all back before you could even get to the sign-in window. In your head you thanked her. Dana saw you 3 and immediately got you situated in exam room 4.
Stevie wasn’t crying as hard anymore and Dox (as you lovingly refer to your son since it sounds like docs and you’re a family of doctors) just wanted out. Dana got Dox out of the stroller and you got Stevie out and sat her on the bed. Dox was happy Auntie Dana was holding him. Stevie was holding her arm pathetically and all you could do not to cry was sit with her and rub your hand up and down her back.
The curtain opens and Frank walks in. He catches the sad yet familiar sight in front of him and asks, “if it isn’t my favorite Robinavitches. Tell Uncle Frankie what happened Stevie?” Stevie whimpered and says, “my arm. It hurts. I fell off the skateboard Uncle Jackie got me. And I want daddy.” Frank says, “you’re in luck, buttercup. Your dad and Uncle Jack are here today.” Dox pipes up from Dana’s arms and says, “Unkky Jack, where?”
Dana says, “I’ll go get Michael and Jack. I’ll take Dox with me. I don’t want them to see your names on the board and freak out.” You thank Dana and turn back to Frank. Frank says, “I’ll be right back Y/N, I’m gonna go get Stevie on the list for an x-ray, and don’t worry we’ll move her up on the list.” You thank Frank and just hold onto Stevie and kiss the top of her head, while rubbing her back.
Outside of exam room 4, Robby and Jack are standing by the nurses station when they hear, “daddy! Unkky Jack!” They both turn to see Dana carrying Dox. Robby starts to freak out. Jack places his hand on Robby’s back and says, “breathe brother. We don’t know what’s going on yet.”
Dana walks up to them and says, “exam room 4. Stevie has a broken arm, just waiting to take her to x-ray. She wants her daddy. Y/N isn’t taking it well. Also Dox wants his Unkky Jack.” Jack takes Dox from Dana and says, “thank you so much Dana”. Robby doesn’t say anything, he just takes off for exam room 4. He knows Dox is fine with Jack and Dana, besides his babygirl needs him and damnit so does his wife. Jack’s not far behind him with Dox.
Robby throws the curtain for exam room 4 open and sees the saddest sight. You’re just sitting there holding your daughter and Stevie’s trying her best to be a tough girl and not cry. She looks up and sees her daddy and yells, “daddy!” Robby takes a breath and moves quickly to the other side of the bed and sits next to Nix. You let go of her, so Robby can wrap her up in his arms.
Jack walks in with Dox. You turn your attention to them. Robby holds Stevie close to his chest and kisses her head, basically taking over for you. You say, “Jack what’re you doing here, it’s daytime. You’re on nights.” Jack says, “well sister it’s your day off so who do you think is covering your ass?” You roll your eyes. Stevie seems to notice her Uncle Jackie was in the room because she yells, “Uncle Jackie!”
You stand up and take Dox from your brother allowing him a chance to sit down next to his niece. Jack says, “Stevie what did you do honey? I love seeing you, but I hate seeing you in pain.” Stevie looks between her daddy and her uncle and says, “we was walking and I was riding my skateboard and I fell off. My arm is ouch”. Jack says, “honey remind Uncle Jackie next time he has a day off to take you to the park and teach you some skating tricks so you won’t fall off.”
Robby speaks up and says, “babygirl were you wearing your helmet and pads that Uncle Jackie bought you?” Stevie shakes her head no. Fuck now you’re gonna get a lecture from your husband later, if you’re lucky you’ll escape one from your brother. You were saved by Frank coming back in.
Frank says, “good news buttercup, it’s your turn to go for your x-ray.” Stevie says, “can daddy come with me Uncle Frankie?” Frank says, “of course he can.” Robby picks Stevie up in his arms and follows Frank out of the room. This leaves you, Dox, and Jack in the exam room.
You say, “Jack go back to work. We both don’t need Gloria on your ass.” Jack says, “oh fuck her. My niece is here and my sister is freaking out and my nephew is my sidekick. I’m not leaving you guys.” You look down at Dox in your arms and notice he’s sleeping.
Well when the hell did that happen? You say, “you want your sleeping sidekick?” Jack says, “always. Hand him over. I’ll go sit out at the nurses’ station with him and Dana.” You say, “this is why you’re my favorite brother.” He says, “I’m your only brother kid.” You say, “so you’ll always win then won’t ya?” He rolls his eyes and says, “yeah yeah. We’ll see you in a few”. Then he walks out with Dox in his arms.
You’re only alone in the exam room for a minute before Michael and Stevie come back with Langdon trailing behind them. Michael sits down on the bed and Nix gets comfy in his lap. You say, “alright Frank give us the news. Surgery or no surgery?” Frank says, “Stevie is a very lucky girl. No surgery!” You breathe a sigh of relief. Frank says, “what color cast do you want buttercup?” Michael looks at you and you both mouth green to each other as Stevie yells, “green!”
Your daughter really loves The Hulk and she's a nature girl, so green has been her favorite color for as long as you can remember. Frank says, “alright Stevie, green it will be. I’m going to get everything set up and it shouldn’t take but a couple of minutes and then you’ll be as good as new.” Nix just nods her head. She looks as if she’s ready to drop, but you don’t blame her because it’s been a day.
The entire time Frank cast your daughter's arm you were zoned out. You've done enough of these yourself and so has Michael and Frank that you weren't worried. You came back to your senses when Frank says, “alright buttercup you're all done.”
Stevie hops up off the bed and hugs Frank. She says, “will you sign my cast Uncle Frankie?” He says, “I'd love to.” Frank takes a sharpie out of his scrub top and draws something on Stevie’s cast. She gives him another big hug before running out of the room; before either you or Michael can yell at her to wait.
You and Michael walk out of the room while Frank cleans everything up. Michael holds his hand out to you and you take it. You notice Stevie is at the nurses’ station getting her cast signed by Perlah and Princess. This causes you to chuckle. Robby also chuckles at the sight before you guys.
Michael says, “babygirl are you at least gonna leave space for mommy and me to sign your cast?” Stevie whips her head around to look at us and gives us a great big smile. She says, “yesssss”. You say, “are you sure?” Stevie groans, “yes mommy.”
Robby looks around and notices that Jack is still holding a sleeping Dox. He lets go of your hand and walks over to Jack. Robby says, “hand him over and nobody gets hurt.” Jack says, “uh uh he's mine today. I've called dibs. It's Unkky Jack and little man bonding time.” Robby laughs and says, “that's very sweet brother but hand me my son and get your ass back to work.” Jack says, “you're not my boss Mikey.”
Michael says, “as much as I can’t stand her, I can get Gloria down here real quick.” Jack gasps, “you wouldn’t.” Michael laughs and says, “you’re right. I wouldn’t, but can I please have my son now?” Jack hands Dox over to Michael and says, “yeah man of course you can.” Michael just takes a minute to hold Dox as close to him as he can and kisses Maddox’s head. Maddox doesn’t even stir. He’s out like a light.
Jack and your husband turn to look over at you and Stevie and see that you’re signing your daughter’s cast. You pay them no mind and continue writing: Love You Nix - Mama with a lightning bolt and a heart. You call your daughter Nix because she's like a phoenix but also Stevie Nicks is someone you admire and the reason your daughter is named Stevie in the first place.
After signing the cast, you take a minute to see what your family has decided to write on the cast. Dana wrote kick some butt honey - love Auntie Dana. Princess and Perlah both wrote we love you Stevie with different doodles. Frank wrote Stevie Smash > Hulk Smash, love you buttercup - Uncle Frankie. Jack wrote my little legend is brave - love Uncle Jackie. There’s just enough room left for Michael to write something and to let Dox draw something for his sister when he wakes up. It’s almost too perfect.
Michael and Jack walk over to you and Nix. Stevie yells, “Uncle Jackie pick me up.” And honestly who’s he to deny such a request. Jack picks her up and sets her on his hip cause she’s getting way too big to be held like you guys hold Maddox. You lean into Michael and he wraps his arm around you, the arm that’s not currently holding your son.
You say, “so are we good to go?” Michael says, “yes Stevie can be discharged, but I was hoping you’d be okay with waiting around a couple more minutes because I’ve found someone to cover the rest of my shift and I can come home with all of you.” You say, “don’t tell me you roped my brother into a double?” Jack says, “fuck no he didn’t. Collins is coming in on her day off to cover the rest of his shift.”
That’s when Heather walks in and says, “well where’s my favorite Robinavitch?” Stevie yells, “down Jackie. Auntie Heather!” Jack puts her down and Stevie runs over to Heather. Collins picks Stevie up and says, “wow your daddy wasn’t kidding when he said that you broke your arm. How’re you feeling kiddo?” Stevie says, “much better. Daddy kissed it all better before Uncle Frankie put the cast on.” Heather says, “that was nice of your daddy. Did you leave room for me to sign your cast?” Stevie nodded her head. Jack hands Heather a sharpie and Heather sits Stevie back on the ground so she can sign the cast.
Michael and you walk over to Heather. Robby says, “thank you for coming in on your day off. I wouldn’t normally ask, but I appreciate this.” Heather finishes writing on Stevie’s cast and stands up so she can look Michael in the eye. She says, “don’t even worry about it. I can never say no when it’s because of Stevie or Dox.”
You say, “seriously thank you Heather.” Collins says, “now what did I just say mamas. Go home and take care of these sweethearts and don’t even worry about us. Dana and I will make sure everything runs smoothly in your absences.” Jack says, “hey don’t forget I’m here too.” Heather says, “again Dana and I will make sure everything runs smoothly.” This got a huge laugh out of everyone but Jack. You say, “I’m not gonna argue with you about that.”
Then you turn to your husband and say, “go get your backpack so we can go. I’ll get the littles strapped into the stroller.” Michael says, “yes dear” and hands you Dox before taking off for the doctor’s lounge. Jack brings you the stroller and you place Dox into his seat. He picks Stevie up and sets her in the stroller next to her brother.
Michael comes back out of the lounge and says, “I’m ready to go, if you are.” You say, “god yes lets go. We’ll see you all later.” No peeps come from inside the stroller. You look in and see that Stevie is now sleeping too. Good it'll be a quiet walk home.
You hold your hand out to Michael and he takes it before pushing the stroller with his other hand. The walk home was quiet like you expected, like you had anticipated. It was a pretty short walk, maybe 10 minutes max. You let go of Michael’s hand to unlock your front door, and he pushed the stroller into the house.
Michael seemed to read your mind once you were all in the house and says, “we’ll talk about Nix not wearing her helmet and pads later. Let me just bask in this for a minute. I’ve missed you all today and was definitely jealous that you got today off without me.” All you can do is nod your head and start undoing the straps in the stroller to get your kids out.
You say, “they’re going to need baths and dinner. Which one do you want to do?” Michael says, “lets just order in and I’ll give them their baths once they wake up from their naps.” You say, “that’s perfect. Pizza?” Michael says, “extra pepperoni and garlic sauce on the side for you and me. Plus cheese bread for our children or they will riot.”
Jokingly you say, “I knew there was a reason I married you.” He laughs and says, “sure that’s the only reason.” You say, “oh there’s a lot of reasons; some I can say whilst in the presence of our children and others that are for your ears only.” He smirks and says, “oh yeah.” You say, “I’ll tell you later. Let’s order so that it’s here by the time they wake up.”
Robby nods his head and then takes his phone out to call your pizza order in like the old man that he is. You could've just ordered it through the app, but that concept is still lost to Michael. By the time they order is placed, you hear Dox start to whine, so you know he's up. And if your son is up, your daughter won't be that far behind.
Michael gets up before you can even think of getting up and goes and gets Dox out of the stroller. Maddox is super happy to see his daddy and let's you all know by yelling daddy in Michael's face. Because Dox yelled so close to her, Stevie woke up. Stevie wanted her daddy to get her out too. So your poor husband whilst holding Maddox, lifts Stevie out of the stroller with his other arm.
Seeing Michael carry both of your kids like they weigh nothing warms your heart a million times over. He says, “well good evening little monsters. We ordered pizza for dinner.” Stevie yells, “cheese bread!!!!” Poor Robby it was right in his ear which had you giggling behind your hand. Dox just clapped his hands before nuzzling his head in Michael's neck. Your little dude must still be sleepy.
Michael carries your kids over to the couch where you're sitting and sets them down next to you. They look up at him like he personally offended them by putting them down. Michael tries not to laugh and says, “I'll be right back, I'm just going to go change out of my work clothes. Get your mama for me until I get back.”
Then he laughs as he walks away. Oh that asshole. Stevie and Dox turn to you with great big smiles on their faces. You say, “listen to mama. We aren't tickling mama. No no we aren't going to do that.” They ignored you and jumped on you. Dox aiming for feet and Nix for your stomach. You screech and plead for mercy.
Mercy doesn't come until your husband walks back into the room a couple minutes later. He doubles over in laughter at the sight of you squirming under your kids. You say, “oh monsters, daddy's back. Go get him.” Robby stops laughing and looks like a dear in the headlights. Your kids stop tickling you and turn their attention to their dad.
You get up off the couch and grab Michael’s hand dragging him over to the couch. You lightly push him onto it and then your kiddos go and dogpile him. Stevie's laying on his stomach. Dox is above her laying across Michael's stomach and face.
Michael says, “Dox buddy you gotta move. I can't breathe with those stinky feet in my face.” Dox turns so that his face is in his dad's face instead of his feet and legs being in Robby's face. He gives his dad a serious look before licking Michael's face.
That sends you doubling over in laughter. Nix says, “what's happening.” Michael says, “yuck.” Dox starts laughing as if he's won the biggest prize at the fair and honestly he might have with having Robby as his daddy. Stevie, even though she's confused, starts laughing too.
Then your doorbell rings. You yell, “I got it” and run to the door, grabbing Michael's wallet from out of the dish by the door, before opening said front door. You pay the pizza delivery boy and take the food inside. Michael has managed to corral the kiddos into the dining room so you guys could eat.
Dox is in his booster seat for the table and Stevie is in a normal chair because she outgrew her booster a year ago. Michael's sitting in a chair with the kiddos on both sides of him. That leaves you the chair where both kiddos are also next to you.
You sit the boxes down on the table and go grab paper plates from the kitchen and parmesan cheese and red pepper flakes. Then back to the table you go where apparently your children decided they didn't want to wait for plates and have already devoured half the cheese bread. You just look at Michael and he shrugs his shoulders. Push over!
You sit down and start eating your pizza. There was only one garlic sauce to split between you and Michael. You passed it between you two, but ultimately he let you have the majority of it. Save himself some of the heartburn since he's an old man.
When dinner was done, Michael says “my little loves, it's bathtime.” They both groan. He says, “but after bathtime, I'm going to read you both a story and you can sleep in the big bed with me and mama.”
You look at him with an expression that screams they can do what now?! He looks at you with pleading eyes, so you say, “yep extra snuggles in the big bed for my monsters. Now go with daddy and take your baths. You stink.”
You clean up from dinner as Michael gives your littles baths. Also while he's giving them baths, you throw two towels in the dryer to get them warm and take them to the bathroom, you go change into your pajamas and finally get comfy in bed.
Meanwhile in the bathroom, Michael is struggling to get Dox to cooperate and take his pull up off so he can get him into the bathtub. Stevie's a big girl and is already in the bathtub playing with the bubbles and Dox's Cars bath toys.
Yes her cast is wrapped up tight because Michael's not going to risk her getting the cast wet and getting an infection; not one his watch, not his babygirl.
Maddox finally allows Robby to help him take his pull up off. He swears he's a big boy and can do it himself, but he still gets stuck, so Robby does it for him. Robby picks him up and puts him in the bathtub. Stevie hands Dox a Lightning McQueen toy, which he gladly takes.
Michael sits there for a couple of minutes letting them play with the toys before he grabs the shampoo and starts washing their hair. He starts with Maddox since his hair is the shortest. Maddox let's Michael wash his hair and rinse it out using the whale cup.
Then he moves onto Stevie. Now Nix puts up a bit of a fight because she's got a sensitive scalp, but Robby knows just what to do and how much pressure he can use when shampooing your daughter’s head. She eventually lets her daddy wash her hair and rinse it out with the whale cup.
Conditioner comes next and Robby starts with Nix because she's willing to work with him right now. She sits there and lets him give her a scalp massage. When he's done with her conditioner, he conditions Maddox's head. Then he rinses out Stevie's hair, followed by rinsing out Maddox’s.
He lets them play for a few more minutes before getting them out of the bathtub. They get wrapped up in the freshly warmed towels that they never noticed you brought in to them and are escorted to their rooms. Michael lets Stevie dress herself and promises to come check in on her after he gets Maddox dressed in his pajamas.
Maddox is given two options: Steelers short sleeve footie pajamas or his two piece (tee and pants) shark pajamas. Dox decides to go with his Steelers jammies, which only makes Michael smug because his little man knows what’s good when it comes to sports. Michael gets Maddox into a fresh pull up and lets Maddox dress himself, but he zips up the pajamas for Dox. Maddox grabs his hammerhead shark stuffie from off his bed and runs out of his room towards your room.
Michael knows Maddox makes it when he hears you screech, “really?!” He laughs and walks over to Stevie’s room. When he walks in, he’s met with an all too familiar sight. Nix has her closet open and is just standing in front of it in her undies. He speaks up and says, “babygirl do you need daddy to pick out your jammies?” She turns around to look at him and glares at him as if he just offended her, and he honestly might’ve.
Nix says, “no daddy. I’m a big girl and I can pick out my own jammies. I’m just deciding.” He says, “well while you’re deciding, I’m gonna unwrap your cast. And can daddy please sign your cast now?” She smiles super big showing off all of her teeth and says, “yes daddy.”
He smiles back at her and gets to work taking the tape off the bag he used to wrap her cast in. Once the bags off, he walks over to her art center and grabs a sharpie. He walks back over to her and is promptly told to “wait a minute daddy, I decided.” So he holds off on signing her cast.
She digs out her Pittsburgh Penguins onesie and puts it on. Once she’s dressed, she says “okay daddy, now you can sign.” Michael says, “thanks babygirl” and gets to writing. He decided to write I love you for always babygirl. After he’s done writing, he puts the cap on the sharpie and goes and puts it back in her art center.
Stevie says, “daddy.” He turns around and says, “yeah babygirl?” She asks, “will you brush my hair?” It was in that moment when he knew he was truly melting. She could very easily do it herself or ask you to do it, but she asked him to. He just nods his head and grabs her hairbrush off the nightstand next to her bed.
They both sit down on her bed and he carefully brushes her hair making sure he never pulls and is gentle when getting out any knots. After he’s done brushing her hair, he kisses the top of her head and says, “you’re all done.” She turns around quickly and gives him the biggest bear hug she can and says, “thank you daddy. I love you.” If he was getting teary eyed that was nobody’s business but his own and maybe yours later.
Robby says, “grab your favorite stuffie and I’ll get a book and meet you in the big bed and mama and my room.” Stevie grabs her orange dog plushy and takes off out of her room. Michael grabs Goodnight Moon and heads to your shared bedroom.
Back in your room, Maddox and Stevie have made themselves quite comfortable in your bed. You’ve got Nix tucked up under your arm and Dox is laying directly on top of you with his shark hanging down by your side already asleep. It’s the most peaceful thing you could imagine. Michael walks into your room and stops at the sight. He smiles that big goofy grin that you love so much.
You say, “come give me a kiss and get in this bed, Mister Robinavitch.” He does as he’s told and walks over to the bed and climbs in. Michael leans over Stevie and kisses you. You return his kiss with as much love as you can convey. He says, “I love you Misses Robinvaitch.” You say, “I love you too Mikey.”
Stevie pipes up and says, “daddy, story please.” He says, “oh yeah right one second.” Then he lays back down and snuggles close to Stevie before opening up the book. He manages to make it through the first two pages before Stevie falls asleep.
Once he’s sure she’s asleep, he sets the book down on his nightstand and hits the lights. He turns to lay on his side so he can wrap his entire world up in his arms. You say, “goodnight honey.” He says, “goodnight Y/N/N.”
You both drift off to sleep and you’ve never been more grateful that Michael Robinavitch is always there for you, but most importantly for your two amazing kiddos. He doesn’t know what he’d do without you three and he never wants to find out.
making a oneshot about our Disney princess Telemarketing x Y/N who is a demi-goddess and Athena's daughter!
~My Beautiful Goddess~
Telemachus x Demi-goddess
warnings- unless you are triggered by fluff then nope!
Telemachus design is not mine, PLS don't come for me! >n<
~`Telemachus POV`~
I sat down on the cold marble bench drenched in sweat from training with Athena. Ever since the fight with Antinous she has helped me train to get stronger so I can fight the suitors. "Get up your break is over" Athena commanded "But my break just started! Can I have like five more minutes!?" I asked in shock "No. Do you think your enemies will let you have a break on the battlefield? Because they won't" Athena stayed dryly, I sigh "Oka-" "Mother, there you are!" A sweet voice carried from the trees then a beautiful figure appeared from the area a hot blush along with a strange feeling I have never felt before crept inside of me, Athena looked at me and saw the blush and gave me a strange look. "Y/N I'm training someone, can this wait?" Athena asks though it was not much of a question it was more of a statement "Yeah it can, sorry!" her melodic voice sounded again she then looks over at me with an interested look "Oh!, who is this mother?" She asks "This is prince Telemachus of Ithica. I'm training him to become the 'Warrior of the Mind" Athena answers her "WOW a prince huh~ That must be tough" She says teasingly, my face turns a brighter shade of red as I just start stammering sounds, she looks at me with a confused expression, Telemachus.EXE has stopped working "Mom I think I broke him" She pouts "No he's fine, just hit him" Athena says "Okay!" Y/N says right before punching me square in the arm "OW! What the heck!?" I yelped in pain "You were broken so I fixed you!" She joked and laughed, her laugh was the most beautiful thing I had ever heard, my face went red again "Umm, I have to go! Bye Athena! Bye beaut- I mean Stranger That I Don't Know!" Telemachus gets up and quickly darts away hiding his face right before tripping over literally NOTHING! and then waves his hands up to signal that he's fine "I'M FINE!" He assures us
TIME SKIP A FEW WEEKS AFTER THE FIRST ENCOUNTER
~`Y/N POV`~
I walked to where my mother and Telemachus were training and well me being me I like to make my presence known so I cheer him on "GO TELEMACHUS GO!" I cheer he then looks at me and then his face turns red and he gets distracted and gets knocked down by my mother Athena "Stop looking at Y/N if this was a real battle you'd be dead by now!" Athena criticizes him as I just giggle "W-well I can't help it if your daughter is this beautiful!" Telemachus blurts out before he could realize Athena had struck him in the stomach with the blunt end of her spear "Get up you lovesick prince!" Athena demanded as I just stood there in shock face red heart beating like it wanted to break out of my chest and fly to Telemachus as a symbol of my love for him I then knew it was time. After training I had stopped him before he went home but my mother had already left "Hey Telemachus!" I called out to him "Yeah?" he responded "Umm did you mean what you said when you called me beautiful?" I asked "I-I umm w-well" His face lights up with red "I me-mean you a-are r-really pr-prett-" I cut him off by planting a soft kiss to his lips "I think you're really beautiful too" I admit, I just giggle and smile as his face turns even more red, he then caught me off guard by kissing me back wrapping his arms around me, I wrap my arms around his waist and close my eyes, a few moments later which felt like eternity we break the kiss I just look at him and giggle "Hey Telemachus?" "Yeah?" "Breath" I giggle "Oh yeah good idea..." he lets me go and then turns on his heels and starts to walk away but I grab his arm and pull him in for another kiss "I love you Telemachus" Great he's broken, Telemachus literally passed out in my arms after I said that, I just smiled and laughed, I press a kiss to the top of his head, "Good night I guess" I say softly
HIHI!!! I was looking through your masterlist and re-read your felix sick fic and to start, IM IN LOVE 💜 but also maybe if you're okay w/ it and are up to it, could you maybe do something like it but the sickie is Lino ?
I LAVA YOU, AND I HOPE YOURE DOING WELL >< !!
You're Not a Burden, You're Mine
🌸 pairing: MN x Sick Minho
🤍 tags: Sickfic, Stubborn Minho, Older Reader, hate for cold shower, cuddles, fluff, domestic, so soft, Minho "Is fine", Mn say otherwise, grumpy Minho with a fever, Minho feeling like a burden if you squint
📝note: this is the kind of love that makes your chest warm. no angst. just feelings. Toothrotting fluff
Mnie <3: I'm coming over
Grumpy Cat: But you don't have to
Mnie <3: I'm going to anyway
Grumpy Cat: It's just a small fever, I'm fine, I can still function
Mnie <3: What's your temp? read
Mnie <3: Minie? read
Mnie <3: Min? read
Mnie <3: I swear to everything, Min, you better not be above 100. read
“Min, 101?! You’re not functioning at all.”
Mn stood in the middle of Minho’s living room, coat still on, grocery bag looped in one hand, staring at his flushed, sleepy-looking boyfriend curled up on the couch like he hadn’t just tried to lie via text and say it was “just a little fever.”
Minho sat slouched in the corner of the couch, one leg bent underneath him, the other pulled up at the knee, arm lazily draped over it. His oversized hoodie was rumpled and clinging slightly to his sweat-slick skin, and there were deep pink splotches high on his cheeks. His hair looked like he’d tried to fix it and given up halfway through.
“Hi,” he said weakly, like he hadn’t just ignored Mn’s last text and then tried to sit upright like he wasn’t clearly about to fall sideways.
Mn exhaled slowly. He didn’t drop the bag, he set it down gently. Didn’t scold. Just crouched in front of the couch and rested both hands on either side of Minho’s knee.
“Don’t give me that ‘hi.’” He kept his voice soft. “You left me on read.”
Minho sighed and leaned his cheek against the couch cushion behind him. “I didn’t want you to worry.”
“You said that,” Mn murmured, brushing his hand up Minho’s shin. “I worried anyway. And now I’m here. You knew I’d come.”
Minho didn’t answer. His lashes fluttered, and his eyes drifted from Mn’s face to the hoodie Mn was wearing, one of his own, actually. Mn always wore Minho’s clothes when he was worried. Some kind of anchor, maybe. Or just something to feel closer.
“You look nice in that,” Minho mumbled, smiling faintly.
Mn’s heart broke a little. “You’re trying to flirt your way out of care again.”
Minho gave him a shrug, the smallest lift of one shoulder. “Worth a shot.”
“Not even close,” Mn said, standing. “Come on. We’re not doing this here. You need meds, water, a fresh towel, and someone to glue you to the bed so you don’t pass out sitting like that.”
“I’m comfy-” Minho tried to argue, but Mn was already crouched again, gently tugging Minho’s arm over his shoulder.
“Nope. Up. Bed. Now.”
To his surprise, Minho gave in with only a bit of grumbling, though the moment he stood, he wobbled. Mn caught him instantly, arms firm around his waist, guiding him toward the bedroom with a quiet hum.
“You’re burning up,” Mn murmured into Minho’s hair. “You should’ve called me earlier.”
“You had a long shift.”
“You’re more important.”
Minho didn’t reply to that, but Mn could feel the way he leaned heavier into him after hearing it, like a silent admission of guilt and need all at once.
In Minho's room, the bed was already unmade, messy and tangled like Minho had tried to nap and just couldn't settle. Mn helped him down gently, then busied himself moving around the room. Opening a window just a crack for air, setting a fresh glass of water on the nightstand, and padding back in with the grocery bag and medicine.
Minho watched him the whole time, eyes half-lidded and warm in a fevered kind of way.
“You really did all that for me?” he asked, voice hoarse.
Mn glanced back, unwrapping a cool strip of medicated fever patch. “Of course I did.”
He sat on the edge of the bed and leaned in, brushing Minho’s hair back with one hand as he smoothed the patch across his forehead. Minho winced but didn’t pull away. If anything, his fingers ghosted toward Mn’s wrist and stayed there.
“You never complain,” Minho murmured, “Even when I make it hard to help me.”
Mn turned his hand to curl his fingers around Minho’s. “You don’t make it hard. You make it Minho, which is to say, you’re fiercely independent, annoyingly stubborn, and bad at texting when you’re clearly dying.”
That got a weak chuckle, which turned into a groan. Mn helped him sip water right after, thumb brushing his bottom lip when he wiped it.
“You gonna stay?” Minho asked, looking up at him through heavy lashes.
Mn smiled. “You think I’m going anywhere while you look like a feverish dumpling?”
“I could be fine in a few hours…”
Mn stood again, peeled off his hoodie, and climbed into bed beside him. “And I’ll be right here when you’re better too.”
Minho blinked at him as Mn tugged the blanket up, gently guiding Minho down until his cheek rested on Mn’s chest. He didn’t resist. If anything, he melted. Slow and sluggish, his hand finding Mn’s waist, his breath a warm puff against Mn’s shirt.
Mn held him close, arm wrapped fully around his back, hand resting between Minho’s shoulder blades with slow, steady strokes.
“This okay?” Mn whispered.
Minho nodded, almost sleepy now. “You’re warm. Soft.”
“You’re clingy when you’re sick.”
“You like it.”
Mn smiled into Minho’s hair. “Yeah. I do.”
Later, when Minho dozed off and Mn stayed awake rubbing soothing circles over his back, he whispered into the quiet room, “Next time, just tell me, okay?”
Minho didn’t answer but the way he curled in tighter, arm hooking around Mn’s waist, said enough.
And Mn didn’t move for hours. Because this was where he belonged, curled around someone who fought so hard to seem strong, but in Mn’s arms, could finally just be.
A few hours later, Mn blinked awake.
He hadn’t meant to fall asleep, not really. But with Minho tucked against him, wrapped up so sweetly in his arms and breathing slow, Mn’s body had betrayed him. It was only supposed to be for a moment. A blink. A rest.
What woke him was the heat.
He shifted slightly, frowning as his skin met Minho’s and found it scorching. Not warm, hot, like Minho’s entire body had become a furnace pressed against him.
“Min…” Mn sat up quickly, gently easing Minho’s head off his chest. The moment he did, Minho whimpered and furrowed his brow, curling inward.
“Shh, shh,” Mn hushed, brushing hair from his forehead. “Baby, I just need to check-”
He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed the thermometer. When he pressed it under Minho’s arm, he quietly counted the seconds with a tight jaw. Minho stirred, blinking open, sweat clinging to his brow, neck damp.
“Mn-hyung?” His voice was groggy, slurred. “Why’s it so hot…?”
The thermometer beeped. Mn looked down.
102.4.
His stomach twisted. “Shit.”
Minho blinked again, dazed. “Is that bad?”
“You’re boiling, love,” Mn said gently, already shifting into action. “I’m getting you up. We need to cool you down.”
“I don’t- wanna move-”
“I know. I know you don’t,” Mn said, helping Minho sit up. “But this fever’s not coming down with meds alone.”
Minho groaned, slumping against him, forehead buried into Mn’s shoulder. “Not the cold shower. I hate the cold shower…” Minho whined and honestly it was so cute, Mn had to bite back a smile
Mn chuckled softly and kissed his temple. “You hate it until you’re in it, and then suddenly you’re praising the cold gods.”
“I’ll whine the entire time.”
“I’m counting on it.”
Getting Minho to the bathroom took patience...and strength. He wobbled, swayed, groaned like a cranky ghost every few steps. Mn kept one hand around his waist, the other guiding Minho’s head against his shoulder when he leaned too far. Once they were in the bathroom, Mn sat him on the closed toilet seat and pulled his own shirt off before helping Minho out of his hoodie.
“Still with me?” Mn asked softly.
Minho gave a weak nod. “Only cause I like seeing you shirtless.”
Mn barked out a laugh, relieved that even this sick, Minho could still flirt.
“Try not to pass out while you’re admiring me, alright?”
“Can’t promise.”
Mn got the shower going. Cold but not freezing. Cool enough to fight the fever without shocking his system. He peeled off the rest of Minho’s clothes with care, kissing his knuckles every time he helped him lift his arms or step out of something.
Then, they stepped in together.
Minho made a pitiful noise when the water hit him. “You’re trying to kill me.”
Mn wrapped his arms around him from behind, pressing cool kisses to the side of his neck. “I’d never. You’re far too cute when you’re miserable.”
“You’re sadistic.”
“You’re dramatic.”
But Mn was gentle. Rubbing cool water down his back, combing fingers through his hair, whispering praise and comfort the entire time. “Just a few more minutes. You’re doing amazing, baby. I’ve got you.”
By the time they stepped out and toweled off, Minho was less flushed, more sluggish. Sleepy. Dazed. But the shivering had stopped.
Mn helped him into a fresh set of pajamas. One of Mn’s oversized T-shirts and loose sleep shorts. Mn then tucked him into the couch this time, under a fresh blanket. Then he kissed his forehead.
“I’ll be right back. Stay awake for me just a little longer, yeah?”
Minho blinked slowly. “What’re you doing?”
Mn smiled faintly. “Making you something that cured every fever of mine as a kid. Magic soup, if you must know.”
Minho didn’t argue. He didn’t even sass. Just nodded and curled into the blanket like he trusted Mn with the world.
The soup was simple, fragrant, and full of warmth. Soft rice simmered with chicken broth, a pinch of grated ginger, slivers of carrot, and a swirl of sesame oil. Mn made it exactly the way his grandmother used to, letting it simmer low and long enough to make the kitchen smell like home.
He ladled a bowl and brought it out with a quiet hum of success.
Minho was still awake. Well, barely. His eyes fluttered open when Mn crouched beside him again, cradling the bowl and spoon.
“Smells good,” Minho mumbled.
Mn sat down and pulled Minho to sit up in his lap, one arm around his back to steady him. “Tastes better. Come on.”
Minho didn’t even argue this time. He let Mn feed him slow, careful spoonfuls, lips parting automatically, face resting against Mn’s shoulder between bites.
It was quiet. Peaceful.
Only the clink of the spoon, the breath between sips, the soft hum Mn made every time Minho’s eyes drifted shut. Mn pressed his lips to Minho’s temple after each swallow, whispering things like “So good for me,” and “Almost done, love.”
When the bowl was empty, Minho made a sleepy, content noise. “That was really good.”
Mn smiled. “Want seconds?”
Minho nodded. “Later… just. Stay.”
His eyes had already fallen shut before Mn could answer.
So Mn leaned back on the couch, shifting until Minho could lie against him again, curled fully into his chest. Mn draped the blanket back over them, one hand rubbing soft circles into Minho’s back, the other running through his damp hair.
“I’ll always stay,” he whispered.
Minho didn’t answer but his hand curled into Mn’s shirt, and he sighed against his neck like he believed it.
I hope this is okay and fluffy and what you were looking for.
Summary: It's become a ritual at this point for Simon to ask you to help with his eyepaint before a mission, but that might just be an excuse for him to hold you close before he must become 'Ghost' once more.
OR
Simon just needs some extra tender loving, and we're here to give that to him :))
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader (No pronouns used!)
Word Count: 1.0K words
Warnings: None! Unless you're allergic to fluff I suppose :p
Author's Note: I CANNOT get enough of this man, and this prompt came to me in a dream haha. It's just very very soft Simon, hope you enjoy!!
The sun sat low in the sky, painting the world in a soft golden light just outside the windows of your room. It was a shame you couldn’t admire it in its entirety, instead having to busy yourself with packing your gear for the upcoming mission with 141 in the next 3 hours.
Gloves, ammo, med kit… you mentally checked off in your head despite knowing that with how long you’ve been doing this, packing your kit was like stating the alphabet.
Zipping up the final pocket, the final run-through was interrupted by three short knocks on your door.
Making your way over, you open the door and are met with the hulking figure of Ghost himself, his regular black balaclava and intimidating skull mask replaced with a simpler skull one.
“Simon! Didn’t know you’d be coming by so soon,” you say with a smile, gesturing for him to come in. He does so without hesitation, only humming lowly in response.
He takes note of your outfit, still not yet in tactical gear. Fuzzy yellow socks paired with shorts and one of his sweaters. While you were by no means the tiniest person on the planet, his clothes never managed to make you look like anything but.
‘Cute’ he thought to himself. There was a reason your callsign was ‘Sol’ after all, with you being the bright light of the task force, a glow that rivalled the sun itself. It also meant you burn just as strongly, your proficiency on the battlefield was very proof of that.
He sits down on your bed as if it were his own, which, at this point it practically was. If you weren’t in his room then he was in yours.
You and Simon had been dating for years now, going on 4 years next month. You had both met even before the task force was created, when you were nothing more than a private and he was a Sergeant climbing through the ranks. It was a slow but steady path to get to where you both were now, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Just look at the man, anyone would do the same.
“Pack all your things for the mission yet?” you ask, stepping into the space between his legs. He only grasped your hips and pulled you in closer.
“Yeah, though I am missing one thing, figured you could help me with it,” he says before reaching into his pocket and pulling out a pot of black paint paired with a brush.
You only grin in response, taking them into your own hands.
“Always,” you reply.
It was practically a ritual now, every time you had a mission Simon would get you to do his eyepaint. It was a simple little task, but no less intimate. It served as a grounding before you headed into the heat of battle, allowed for a moment to simply be close, to exist in each others space before you both had to become ‘Ghost’ and ‘Sol’.
You situated yourself down on his lap as he wrapped his arms around your waist, the warmth of his large hands seeping through your clothes.
Placing the paint down in your lap for a moment, you return your focus back to him.
“This okay?” you ask softly as your fingers brushed over the edge of his balaclava. Simon only nods slightly. While you couldn’t remember the last time he didn’t allow you to take it off, you still asked every time without fail. It was the least you could do, after all he’s been through.
Tugging off the mask you’re met with his beautiful face. As though crafted by the hands of the Gods himself he glowed in the light of the sun, stealing your breath away.
No matter how many times you’ve seen his face over the years, your reaction never changes.
Brushing your fingers over his face lightly, you pull him close for a tender kiss. No heat or passion, simply love, as though to say “I’m here, as are you. Us, together.” Pulling away, you smile as you look into his honeyed eyes, the love you held for him mirrored in his own.
“Let’s get to it, yeah?” you say.
“Let’s,” Simon murmurs quietly.
Opening up the pot of paint you get to work. No words are said between the two of you, and there didn’t need to be. Instead, you both bask in the comfortable silence and the presence of each other.
With gentle strokes, you apply the black paint, the first of many steps it takes to turn back into ‘Ghost’ when all he had to be was ‘Simon’ with you here on base. But that was the way your worlds worked, it was living two different lives. And while both were your true selves, they remained separate, neither persona belonging in the other’s world.
Methodically you tilt his head back and forth for even application across his eyes while he only relished in your soft touch, eyes closed in domestic bliss.
After a few minutes you were done, and you tapped his cheek with a finger playfully.
“Alright, all done big guy,” you say, but Simon doesn’t move to get up. He only opens his eyes momentarily before pulling you into a hug.
Pulling you as close as you could possibly get, his fingers tangled gently through your hair as he buried his face into the crook of his neck, inhaling deeply.
“Simon! You’ll smudge the face paint,” you said with a laugh, “and get it all over my neck. You have any idea how hard it is to get off?” you admonished teasingly, but Simon only shushed you softly.
“Just…let me do this for a moment, love,” he says, his voice uncharacteristically soft. While Simon was sometimes a man of few words, when he spoke he was heard.
“Okay,” you respond, wrapping your arms around him as best you could before also tangling your fingers through his soft blond hair.
You both just sat there holding each other for a little while as the sun continued to set behind you. As the day transitioned into night, and before you both had to turn back into ‘Ghost’ and ‘Sol’ once more.
I have an idea for fluffy Rosekiller! Can you imagine their first Christmas together? Like them decorating their flat for the holidays. There are candles, baubles, Christmas lights everywhere! There is even a lot of fake snow on their Christmas tree and a lot of presents under. This is important because Barty's parents never celebrated holidays, and it was always miserable time for him. And now he's in love with Evan and OMG, he's having his first real Christmas. If this isn't fluff, then I don't know what is. What do you think? 🎄❄️
What do I think???
What do I think?????
ANON --- this is the cutest thing I've ever fucking heard. PLEASE. this is so fucking cute. I cannot. Barty loving decorating and celebrating Christmas because his family never did is simultanously so cute and so sad. I love that Evan indulges him too. Evan is like Christmas tree shopping? yes. Decorating? yes. Baking pies? yes. I feel like Evan would drive Barty around to all the little Christmas markets so that Barty can buy all the Christmas decor to his hearts desire. He would but all the baubles, and candles, and tacky decor, and little christmas gnomes. It would bring him soooo much happiness. It's so wholesome.
And Evan would just continue to fall soooo deeply in love with him, while Barty is all smiles and heart eyes about everything Christmas.
This is the fluffiest of fluff and I love it so much. It's making me want to write them just being so cute during Christmas. Ugh, my heart.
OH WAIT okay, Barty would also have one of those cute Christmas villages with the little train. Like I have zero doubts about that.
Thorin and Bilbo cuddled around each other, curled up in bed under the quilts. The fire had died down to embers during the night's 'activities' and neither of them were willing to get out of the warm nest to put more wood on it. Besides, Bilbo thought, the quilt and burly bedwarmer were quite warm enough for him. Grinning, he snuggled further against the hairy chest of the dwarf next to him.
"You're amazing," Thorin said, stroking one of Bilbo's errant curls back on his forehead. Bilbo snickered softly, though he was touched.
"Am I? What makes me so amazing, then?" He struggled around in bed to face the dwarf, unwilling to put an inch of skin outside the covers unless absolutely necessary. Facing him, he couldn't help himself; he reached out a hand and traced the marriage braid on the left side of Thorin's face, smiling as he did each time that the dwarf arched into the stroke like a cat.
"So many things," Thorin muttered, then looked up abruptly, pinning Bilbo with truly unfairly gorgeous blue eyes. "Nothing frightens you, for one. Dragons, giant spiders, riding barrels through a river... Thranduil..." he paused to chuckle at the predicted eyeroll, "you are so mighty of will to be so small."
"Small!" Bilbo huffed indignantly (as indignant as one could be while fighting a grin, anyway) "I'll have you know I'm a very proper size for a hobbit! Besides," he sighed, "I was terrified for most of that, I'll have you know, I just didn't have the liberty of stopping during any of that. The alternatives were... unacceptable." Thorin leaned over and kissed him on the forehead and he hummed contentedly. "But thankfully the monsters - and Thranduil - aren't here or near here any more, and hopefully won't be again."
"Let us fervently hope," Thorin murmured. They drifted off to sleep to the crackling of the embers.
Merry Christmas to my lovely floofs, @inloveamateursatbest and @rooftopprendezvous. I love you both very much and I hope this little fic will make you smile as you read it :) thank you both for being the most supportive and most amazing friends I could ask for
special thank you to @omarandjohnny for helping me write this and being the best support :)
Under the Mistletoe
Callum's been miserable ever since his ex boyfriend Chris broke up with him, and his family can't stop pestering him to find someone new. When Ben suggests he pretend to be Callum's new boyfriend, will Callum realise there might be something more to their friendship?
5k, one shot, fake dating AU, link found here
Ben puts a pint down in front of him, and not even that makes Callum smile.
“You alright mate?” Ben asks.
Ben knows, Ben always knows. Callum never had to say anything before Ben could tell something was wrong, not since they met and became friends about a year and a half earlier. This time is no exception.
Callum sighs. “If you call telling a lie to my family ‘alright’ then sure,” he says.
“You, lying?” Ben asks. “You got a fever or something?”
Callum rolls his eyes. “My brother is having his annual Christmas party and has invited me along.”
Ben smiling and all together enjoying this too much. “And you lied and said you’d love to go?”
