It’s a new year, and with is the new resolution to be a healthier me! My birthday is also in a few days so thats exciting too~
I treated myself to some sparkling grape juice and then completely ignored the festivities in favor of sleeping so i mean GREAT START RIGHT??? I’m going to spend today with more juice and maybe some cleaning to get rid of all that old year stuff. (i still havent taken down my christmas tree lol)
But yeah do you all have any new years resolutions? i always forget mine but hopefully this year i wont haha~ What i really want to do is improve my art; looking back at my stuff from last year i already see a big improvement so this coming year will be good for that too i think.
Can you do a Tom Wilson one. I’m sick and Tom takes care of me. Um a lot of
cuddling in his big house we share, maybe take a bath together.
Author’s Note: Is this cuddly? I hope this is cuddly. Next time I’m sick I’m calling Tom in to take
care of me.
If there was one thing
you loved about the house it was the huge bay windows leading out to the
backyard. Especially when it was a sunny
day and you could sprawl out on the carpeted floor and sleep in the warmth
You had pulled your
pillow from the bed and grabbed Tom’s Capitals throw off the couch as you
passed it and made yourself a little spot in the early afternoon. You’d been placed on bedrest by a certain
adorable Canadian and had grown tired of the walls in the bedroom.
You’d been able to sleep
for a few hours on and off in between fighting the coughing attacks you had
every few minutes. You weren’t sure
where you picked up the cold you were fighting but the sooner it was out of
your system the better. Tom wasn’t
impressed last night when you had informed him you were sleeping in the spare
bedroom in order to keep the germs away from him and insisted he slept there
He’d checked on you before
he left for morning skate telling you to stay put for the day and stating he
would check if you needed anything on his way home. You’d barely had the energy to acknowledge
him let alone respond so with a soft rub to your shoulder he’d left you to fall
back asleep. Now here you were enjoying
the sunshine in the quietness of the house.
“You look like a cat.”
Startled at the voice in the room you jumped slightly.
“What?” You winced at the
scratchy sound coming from your throat.
“Cats are always sprawled
out the sun.” Tom had wandered closer to you now so you could see his still
damp hair from his shower.
“How are you
feeling? Didn’t respond to my texts or
call.” You’d forgotten to grab your phone off the bed when you left the room.
“Sorry, I feel better.”
“Doesn’t sound like it.”
He was situating himself on the floor beside you leaning back onto his hands.
“My headache is the
worst, aside from being cold.” You
rolled onto your side to get a better look at him. “How was practice?”
“Good, Andre says feel
better soon.” You couldn’t suppress your smile after that.
“Tell him thanks
tomorrow.” Tom’s soft nod of his head
confirmed he would.
With a soft yawn you
stretched out a little. “You should take
another nap, you want to stay here or go back to the bedroom?”
“I like it here; will you
lay with me for a little while?”
“Didn’t want to pass the
germs last night but today it’s okay?”
He was pulling his hoodie off as he spoke so you knew you’d won.
“Didn’t want you to miss
a game because of me, I’m over that now though; miss you.” You grabbed his
hoodie as he tossed it onto the floor and sat up slowly to put it on.
“Are you seriously that
cold? It’s really warm here in the
sun.” Proving to him you were in fact
freezing you pressed your hand against his arm.
“Stop, I get it.” His higher pitched answer was worth the effort you’d had
to put forth.
He leaned forward to
press a hand against your forehead as he scooted closer to you. “You’re still burning up.” The slight crease in his brow made your
“Doesn’t feel like
Tom wrapped you up in his
blanket before pulling your back against his chest and tucking your head under
his chin. Hearing the soft breaths
escaping from him lulled you into a peaceful sleep you were in desperate need
“Y/N.” The soft caress to
your cheek woke you up sometime later.
Opening your eyes slowly you saw Tom leaning over you.
“What time is it?” You
noticed the distinct darkness starting to surround the room.
“Little after seven
figured you were sound asleep so I just left you.”
“Thanks, you’re a great
sleep aid.” His smile made your heart expand.
“You’re not such a bad
help either. Can you get up? I made you some food.” He still reached out to pull you up slowly
and kept his hand on the small of your back as the two of you made your way to
Sliding onto your normal
seat at the table you watched him head over to the counter. Your happiness faltered as you watched him
approach with a glass of orange juice.
“Y/N.” He gave you an
“No.” You knew the only
orange juice in the house was the pulpy stuff he always chose at the store.
“It’s not mine; I picked
up some of the stuff you like on my way home.”
He set the cup down in front of you and watched you lean forward to
inspect it. “It’s not an option anyways,
drink it up.” He headed back towards the
counter as you slowly took a sip of the juice.
“Nice to know you trust
me.” Turning your head you watched him
stare you down from afar.
“I do, just not when it
comes to this.”
“I’ve seen your face when
you drink the wrong kind; trust me I’m not going to do that to you when you’re
sick, any other day maybe, but not today.”
He walked towards you balancing a bowl of soup as he spoke.
“Thank you.” You started
eating slowly as he prepared himself a bowl and joined you sitting in the seat
beside you instead of his normal one across from you.
“Feel any better after
your newest nap?” Nodding as you swallowed your mouthful you waited to answer.
“Yes, think it’s finally
starting to pass. I’m still so tired
though.” Reaching out he rubbed the back
of your neck softly.
“Glad to hear you’re
starting to improve.”
“Me too.” The two of you finished the rest of your meal
in relative silence, each only speaking about minor topics mainly what the next
day’s game against the Penguins would consist of.
You attempted to help him
clean the table but he just kept pushing you back into your chair when you
would pick anything up. Deciding to stop
trying you just pulled the hood up and over your head on his sweatshirt and
leaned down onto the table. You heard
his soft laughter when he finally noticed you but chose to ignore it.
A few minutes later you
felt him rubbing slow circles across you back as he leaned into you slightly. “How about a bath?” Taking a moment to contemplate the idea you
“Sounds good.” He pulled your chair from the table and
helped you up. The two of you slowly
made your way up the stairs and towards your master bedroom. Tom led you across the room and opened the
door to your attached bathroom. Settling
you on top of the toilet he moved around the room pulling out towels and
finding the bath bombs you kept in a lower drawer.
“What do I even do with
this?” He held the aforementioned item in his hand as he looked at you puzzled.
“Just drop it in the
water.” He looked skeptical but followed
the instructions, he stayed put to watch it dissolve and color the water. “Interesting thing that is.” You laughed this
time as he looked perplexed as to what he had just done. The soft fizz coming from the tub had him
stepping back as the soft pink color overcame the circumference of the tub.
You leaned forward onto
the vanity as he finished filling the tub and turned to look at you. “Should I be worried about you falling asleep
in the bath and drowning?” Looking up at him you gave a small smile.
“No, I’ll be fine.” You lifted your hands up and he took the hint
to come help you take the hoodie off.
Once he peeled you out of his clothing he stepped back and pulled his
shirt over his head.
“I’m not leaving you
alone in here so I might as well join you.” You liked his idea more than you
decided to let on.
“If you’ve got something
to do I’ll be fine on my own, you don’t have to worry.” You finished stepping
out of your clothes as he continued with his while you pulled your hair into a
sloppy bun on top of your head.
“My day consisted of
making sure you got healthy again so I guess this is just the next step.” He climbed into the tub first before
motioning for you to step in too. It
took a few moments before you were situated in between his legs and leaning
against his back.
“I’m going to smell like
a girl now.” You could feel the laughter as it vibrated through his chest.
“You’re going to smell
really good, don’t know how I’ll keep my hands off of you tonight.” The steam
in the room was doing its job as you gave a powerful cough as you spoke.
“With that cough I’ll
make sure you do.” You gave his leg a soft pinch under the water in retaliation
to his statement. “Kidding, you know I
“Better be.” The two of
you relaxed in the warm water for a few moments before he soaked a wash cloth
and began to softly run it across your back and arms. The motion making you relax even more as your
head fell back against his shoulder with your eyes closed.
“See, I was correct in my
worry about you falling asleep in here.”
“It’s because of
you. I was okay until you were all sweet
and caring.” He maneuvered around you slowly to drop a kiss across your temple
as he continued caressing your body with the washcloth. Once he was completely satisfied you were
clean he gave you a soft tap on the thigh.
“I think it’s time to get
out before we both fall asleep.” You
really didn’t want to put forth the effort but agreed taking his offered hand
as he wrapped his other around your hip to help lift you from the water. You barely had time to step from the water
before he was behind you and grabbing a towel to wrap around his waist. He picked up the second one wrapping it
around your shoulders and rubbing softly attempting to dry you off before the
cool air got to you.
The two of you moved into
the bedroom once you were dry enough.
You grabbed your favorite shirt of Tom’s from one of his drawers and
pulled it on before he stepped away from the closet to notice you. Your Capitals pajama bottoms soon followed. Tom emerged from the closet wearing a pair of
“Seriously, you’re going
for my clothes still?”
“I’m sick and they make
me feel better.” You stuck your bottom lip out for emphasis and he could only
shake his head.
“Nice guilt trip. Get in bed.” You took your time climbing into
your side of the bed as he disappeared from the room only to return a few
moments later carrying your pillow.
“Thank you.” You accepted
it from his outstretched hand as he climbed in beside you.
“No problem.” Grabbing his wrist you pulled his attention
“Not just for getting my
pillow but for taking care of me today.
You didn’t have to do everything you did but just know I appreciated
everything.” You made sure he understood
how wonderful he really had been throughout the entire day.
“It’s my job as a
boyfriend to take care of you, and it probably doesn’t hurt I love you so much
either.” He pulled your hand from his arm and placed a soft kiss on the
underside of your wrist as he finished speaking.
“I love you too.”
The two of you got
situated with a little distance between one another as much as you wanted to
sleep against Tom you couldn’t risk the chance of getting him sick as
well. You had been laying there for a
few minutes attempting to drift off before he softly put his hand in yours.
“Feel better Y/N.” You smiled to yourself; with him there beside
you nothing could make you feel better quicker.
For the first time in my life, I’m happy I wear glasses. I was juicing a lime and the entire thing exploded and splattered me with lime juice- a bunch would’ve gotten in my eyes if it wasn’t for my glasses.
it’s the middle of summer when sehun suddenly appears at your door with a plan to take you down memory lane on the way to a date.
1457 words; high school!au; sehun/reader scenario; romance
Oh Sehun was a spontaneous person when it came to dates, you soon discovered after a few dates with the boy. They weren’t strange like your brother Jongdae’s (thank god) but they were spontaneous enough.
So about two years into your relationship, you weren’t surprised when Sehun suddenly popped up at your door at 8 in the evening, holding nothing but a blanket and a plastic bag of snacks.
“What’s happening?” you asked when he greeted you with a peck on the forehead. He stepped inside, but didn’t take his shoes off like he usually did.
Albus Dumbledore had got to his feet. He was beaming at the students, his arms opened wide, as if nothing could have pleased him more than to see them all there. ‘Welcome!’ he said. 'Welcome to a new year at Hogwarts!’
in which emma and henry make sure killian's birthday doesn't pass unnoticed
Henry corners her in the booth at Granny’s one morning, sliding in opposite her all business-like and serious and she just knows there’s plan forming in that head on his that he wants her in on. Emma sups at her hot chocolate and waits.
“Mom, we have to do something for Killian’s birthday!” Henry insists. Ah, there it is.
Emma is still half asleep so it takes her a little while to process what he’s saying. Killian hadn’t mentioned to her he had a birthday coming up. “Killian’s birthday? When is it?”
“That’s the thing!” Henry exclaims. “He doesn’t even remember when it is, even Smee doesn’t know–isn’t that the saddest thing you’ve ever heard? Not remembering your own birthday?”
Emma smiles, shrugging. “It is understandable, kid. He is over three hundred years old. I’d struggle to remember my birthday if I’d lived that long."
"No, you wouldn’t because people who care about you would be there to remind you and celebrate it with you!” Henry says passionately. Heart of the truest believer indeed, Emma thinks, not for the first time admiring his inherent goodness. “Killian forgot because he never celebrated it– he didn’t have anyone to celebrate it with, but now he does. He has us. We have to celebrate it with him.”
At first, Emma had thought Henry’s upset about Killian not remembering his birthday was his abject refusal to consider someone not having a day a year devoted to them where they get cake and presents but she sees his point. Emma thinks about Killian after his brother and Milah died, alone and isolated on his ship on his birthday every year for over three hundred of them -no one left who cared enough to mark the date-until it became a just another day. It’s achingly sad when she thinks about it like that.
“Okay, kid, I’m in.” Emma leans in conspiratorially. Henry grins at her. “So, how exactly do we celebrate a birthday that no one knows the date of?”
Henry looks like he’s got this all figured and Emma has no doubt that he does. “Isn’t it obvious? We give him a new one!”
This is a snippet from the Stonehenge Apocalypse crossover/fake husbands fic I’m writing for guusana. It takes place in a haunted motel on Route 66.
“There’s the happy couple,” Sam announces over a glass of orange juice. Flecks of pulp stick to the sides, and it’s a rich, vibrant color—the hand-squeezed kind. Do they have pie for breakfast? He’ll get to hunting in a minute, but first he needs something in his stomach.
Cas settles in across from Sam. “Would you bring me coffee?” he asks Dean.
“The machine’s right there,” Dean answers.
“You said you’d be a model husband,” Cas reminds him.
“Yeah, when Jacob is around.”
“Dean,” Cas says. “If you expect me to play along, I expect you to uphold your half of the agreement.”
“When we’re in public, you’ll act like we are in a committed relationship,” Cas says, folding his hands together. “In exchange, I won’t tell Jacob that you fabricated a relationship with me because you are uncomfortable with his flirtations.”
“That sounds fair,” Sam says.
“Nobody asked you,” Dean snaps.
“Cas needs coffee,” Sam reminds him. “And I’ll take a refill,” he adds, handing Dean his mug in a bid for silence.
“Fine,” Dean agrees and stomps off.
He’s square in front of the coffee pot and can’t remember what Cas takes in his—doesn’t he usually drink it black?—so he throws a handful of creamer pods and sugar packets on the tray, fills the three cups to the brim, and marches back.
“Your coffee, dear,” he ribs.
“Thank you,” Cas says, drinking before it’s cool. He looks enraged but takes another sip. Sam fusses with his coffee until it looks like a barista had his way with it.
Dean leaves them in favor of the buffet. He loads up on bacon, French toast and sausage, half a plate of potatoes. There’s a whole platter of danishes, bagels, cinnamon rolls and muffins. He helps himself to a couple for now, pockets a bagel for later, snags one of those single-serving cream cheese packets and an extra knife.
“Don’t know about you two, but I’m digging this place so far,” he declares, settling in across from Cas and Sam. They give twin grunts. He ignores them, plants both elbows on the table, and goes to town on his plate.
“Is that all for you?” Cas asks when Dean’s got his cheeks puffed full of grease and starch.
“By all means,” he says. Cas peruses the selection with a serious look and plucks a danish from the middle.
“It’s sticky,” he decides, pondering his first bite.
“It’s delicious,” Dean corrects and winks as Cas takes another.
“Good morning,” someone says behind him. Dean has to double check that Cas’s mouth is full, and that he can’t possibly be the one speaking. That’ll take some getting used to.
“Hey,” he says without turning around. He stuffs more potatoes in his cheek. Sam brightens and points to the empty chair next to Dean.
“I don’t want to intrude,” Jacob says with hesitance, coming into Dean’s peripheral vision, but Sam waves off his comment.
“Don’t be ridiculous. Sit down.”
Dean tries not to bristle as Jacob settles in beside him. He polishes off his potatoes, the rest of the sausage, and offers Cas the last strip of bacon. Cas eyes it, then parts his lips. That fucker. But Dean’s not gonna let Cas outplay him. He reaches across the table with the whole damn strip.
“It’s too long,” Cas tells him. Dean smiles through clenched teeth, snaps the bacon in half, then quarters, and presses a bite-sized piece to Cas’s lips.
“Sorry, baby,” he coos, which makes Cas blink in surprise. He tongues the bacon into his mouth.
“More?” Dean asks sweetly.
Cas nods, so they repeat the farce until the strip is gone, and his finger is in Cas’s mouth, thumb tracing his lower lip. Dean wants to die a little. His cheeks scald when Cas licks his fingertip.
“Maybe you need to go outside, Dean,” Sam urges. “You look a little flushed.”