my turn to spoil you~

@tereziweek day 4: au day

i tend toward humanstuck, so take a bloodswap 


BTS reaction to their GF makes dinner and helps comfort them when they get home? (Like ask about their day, give them a hug, a massage, etc. It would be a them day.)


Once he walked through the door, he took off his shoes and put away his stuff. He smelled food? He was baffled by the change of events. You were never home at this time?? He walked to the kitchen and saw you with your cute pink apron that he got you on your first anniversary. He smiled. You didn’t notice him yet. He cleared his throat. “Jagi, why are you here?” He didn’t say it in a mean way, he said it in such a caring way like, *WHY IS MY JAGI DOING THIS ON A WORKDAY SHE NEEDS TO REST HER PRETTY SELF* anyways, you smiled, and said “I’m treating you today, I have the rest of the week off, love! I decided to make you dinner and cuddle with you after before you head to work tomorrow. Jin was so happy. He came over and squished you in a hug. “Jagi, I love you so much” He sweetly showered your face with kisses and showed you much love.


With headphones on, he walked into the shared apartment and saw you on the ground? You were doing yoga, he freaked out a little thinking it was some weird..he’s not going to even think about it. You noticed him at your mat. “Oh, Oppa come here.” He was confused. You patted to the spot next to you. You started massaging his shoulders and neck. “WHAT DO YOU DO AT WORK. YOU LIterally sit in one place and produce from what you told me today” You were surprised at how tense he was. He was enjoying this. He let out a satisfying sound and laid on you. You were pretending that he was too heavy for you “dude… I can’t breathe……” he poked your sides and tickled you. You were laughing and realized how long it’s been since the two of you have hung out like that. You kissed him on the forehead. You left him eyes wide and shook. You went to go draw him a bath then got dinner ready for him.


He was humming through the hallway and walked into the apartment. He went to go take a shower and when he came out, he saw you in bed. He laid next to you and took in your scent, “Jagiyaaaaa, you smell so good” You smiled in his shirt. “Oppa, I made food for you, it’s on the counter, but I got so tired and laid down. I didn’t realize I fell asleep” Hoseok to you deeper into his chest. “You are too much, I appreciate you.” You rubbed his back. You were both in each other’s arms for the remainder of the day, snuggling into each other and whispering cute phrases back and forth.


He had it all planned. He had everything in his arms. Ingredients for dinner, fairy lights because candles were too dangerous, a cute new journal for you because you loved writing, and a new water bottle since you broke it when you were at volleyball practice. He had it ready, a day to spoil you. He wasn’t sure how he was going to get dinner done, since he usually burns everything and hopefully the apartment doesn’t burn down. He unlocked the door to smell something cooking. He raised his eyebrow in suspicion. He saw you in the kitchen, “What the…” You pointed the chopsticks at him “Don’t you dare finish that statement, Joon.” He sheepishly chuckled. “Ahah…Jagi, I’m gonna be nice about this. WHY DID YOU TAKE MY IDEA OF SPOILING YOU BUT TURNED IT TO SPOILING ME?” You looked at him, then at the stove, then back at him. He surrendered. “Yeah, I’ll burn the place down.” You finished dinner and served it. You were both at the table eating while he pushed the bag towards you. “What’s this?” He kept eating, and nudged it closer to your face, you looked through the bag and pulled out a hydroflask and a journal. You literally got teary-eyed. “JOON YOU DIDNT HAVE TOOOOOOOO” You hugged him and just koala’d him from there. “Jagi, we can cuddle after..” He quietly whispered while blushing. You nodded.


He was having an off day today. He wasn’t feeling his best after practice. He told himself it was normal, but it was feeling really really weird. He was being harsher on himself and he was just being a tough critic. He walked through the door and he saw you at the table. “Oh, Oppa, you’re home early, go take a bath, I drew one up for you.” He didn’t say anything and took his bath and came out. You slowly dried his hair and rubbed his back without a word. He was grateful for you during time like this. He rested against your body while you massaged his back and you realized it was tenser than usual. You kept patting his hair down until he fell asleep. You kissed his forehead and got food ready for him once he woke up; knowing he probably didn’t eat today.


Taehyung came into the bedroom after work and he was feeling antsy since he wasn’t doing well at practice today, “JAGI CAN WE PLEASE DO IT?” You looked at him. You seriously thought about it. You would be so tired tomorrow…” PLEASE JAGI, I’VE BEEN HAVING A ROUGH WEEK. I NEED TO DESTRESS” You rolled your eyes. “Fine, Oppa.” You both went to the living room and started your daily destressing activity. Karaoke. You knew you were going to regret this. But if it was to comfort Tae, you knew you had to do it. You sang through Big Bang and 2NE1’s songs all night until you both passed out next to each other, snoring softly until the early morning.


You were singing along to Begin while you were mixing the kimchi fried rice together. Jungkook came out of the shower singing you use the wooden spoon as a pretend microphone. You were so engrossed in it. “Jagi–” Before he even finished his sentence, you pulled him into a slow dance. You were both giggling and laughing. “Kookie, I made kimchi fried rice~” He nodded, “I know you did and I love you for it.” He pulled you into a hug and kissed your cheek. “Jagi, let’s eat and have fun tonight” Little did you know, his fun was playing Mario Kart all night and you beat him 75% of the times.


Pairing: Thor x Reader

You had grown accustomed to visiting the little diner near your shared apartment with Thor. The place provided a slice of normalcy in your busy lives. Being an Avenger wasn’t as great as it seemed, and you and Thor looked forward to returning to this little haven, to be away from the constant battles and the losses that came with them.

To the people around you, you were just another person going about their life. Your waiter, who’d served you countless times now still did not realize that it was Thor and Y/S/H/N, that or he was just really good at acting.

“Is there anything else you’d like?” Your waiter asked as he placed the bill on the table.

Thor shook his head. “No, thank you.”

Thor reached to pick up the bill but you stopped him. “I’ll pay this time, babe.”

Thor smiled and attempted to pick up the bill once more. “No, my love. Allow me.”

“It’s fine, let me,” You insisted.

“No, let me.”

“Thor, I’m paying.”

“No, I’m paying.”

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It is a night heaving with stars, ambulance flickers in your eyes, all the red we dream of, all the red we conceal. Dripping out through the warped ceiling, bleeding down the bark of murdered trees. Your love lingers in the room like a corpse like a sigh, and I curl up like a crescent moon, relieve my hands of this shame by stitching them to your neck. Now the shadows render us like fairytale beasts and little red riding hood is in the kitchen rearranging knives for teeth and I blossom with peculiarities. I am the percussion of a poisoned ghost, roaming these wayward streets in her sallow night gown, her sorrow a sacred dome enwreathed like a garden hedge around her. I am a nightbloomer in flames and all the chaos reconciles me the way the rain hushes the earth, the way you grasp for grapes in candle lit rooms ablaze with your name. Sometimes I don’t feel human. Sometimes I don’t feel like I belong. The world as a violin that isn’t attuned to me, the world as the actor who plays my enemy. Listen, I’ve heard of flowers burned into bridges, hearts like funeral homes that will store all your skeletons for safekeeping. I’ve heard of wolves with kind eyes and seas that speak, but these are stories of ghouls and gods, marring my skin with their speared tongues, whirling sleep. I miss who you were in the summer, fissures in your bones and fault lines in your chest, a voice like scripture and paintings of bees hung on your walls. I miss sleeping with you - playing the perpetrator of all your animal urges, how you faltered knees and rotted apples. The kisses that had me hanging by the edge of evanescence, the kisses that usurped a throne against a shameful sky and prepared a legion of rosedrunk martyrs to die in your stead. Your charred heart a black beach that we all live in, your words like halos in the sparkling autumn air, unforgiving as death and just as beautiful. You, the tsunami, you the bullet, you the shattered axis at the tipping point of my rabid world. We are winged creatures, osculatory blips on the crow’s nest of entropy, carnage in the caustic crumbs we leave behind, song sheets in our sternums. We whisper now of old worlds and spirit wine, of galaxies that fall for the twist of a woman’s hip, of cities burning for less than love. Of all the tragedies that were and all the tragedies that will be. Of the tragedy that is your soul, that in hindsight, is mine. Finally, I turn to you, blood brimming from my lips and desire spoiling my lungs. Find me in the ruins, in weeping poetry, in a meteor shower at the end of the world.
—  And What of The Greeks? || j.r
Dirty Thirty

Birthday sex is some of the best sex, don’t you agree?

Warning: SMUT AHEAD.

Enjoy ;-)

October 5, 2019

A strip of sunlight came in from the window, streaming across Zoe’s bare back as she slept. I stood in the doorway to our ensuite bathroom, watching her dream. I couldn’t see her face, but I could see the movement of her body with each slow breath she took, as well as the messy brown curls strewn across her pillow. I was always the first one awake on the weekends and I relished in being able to take a few minutes to observe the one I loved in her most peaceful and vulnerable state.

It was still early, hardly eight o'clock, on a Saturday morning. Usually I would let her sleep, knowing she needed it after her long work weeks, but it wasn’t just any Saturday. It was Zoe’s thirtieth birthday. She had been dreading this day for weeks, telling me how while thirty wasn’t old, it felt it to her. I didn’t think it was a big deal. Sure, I was only twenty-one, but her being thirty was nothing. It was just a number. I loved her more with each passing year we spent together and this was no different.

We had bought a house and had been living together since May after almost two years together. We had both expected it to be a big adjustment, but it felt natural, like it was the right time to take that step. It was the third house we saw and as they say, the third time’s a charm. I immediately knew that this was the house I wanted to spend my life with her in; to grow old together and one day raise a family in as well.

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anonymous asked:

dear god i am so sick of girls freaking about ghostbusters the only reason you like the movie is because all the characters are women so shut up already

hello there and let me tell you a thing

The answer to your question is yes, we are absolutely freaking about the fact that all the main protagonists of this movie are women. We are allowed. We’re allowed because I saw two movies this weekend and sat through a combined 45 minutes of trailers. I’m not sure how many that is, I lost count after 12. There was one movie- Suicide Squad- with female protagonists. One. Every other movie trailer featured a male protagonist (one had SEVEN!) with either no female characters or a female secondary character whose purpose in the movie is to advance the male protagonist’s plot and probably to give him a prize at the end for doing a Good Job (the prize is her body).

Guess how many movies had a female lead character. I’ll give you a hint:

Originally posted by nachoosorio

In 45 minutes of trailer watching- over a dozen trailers- there was not one movie advertised with even ONE female lead. NOT ONE. NOT A SINGLE MOVIE. IS COMING OUT. IN THE NEXT YEAR. WITH A FEMALE LEAD. NOT. EVEN. ONE.* There sure as hell isn’t another movie with FOUR female protagonists and one male secondary character. 

So yes, yes we are excited. Yes, we are screaming, we are freaking out, we are crying tears of joy, because for ONE GODDAMN SECOND we are being validated by the entertainment we are paying for. You can literally have every single other movie that is coming out in the next year and a half, so please shut your mouth and back off so we can enjoy our moment without whiny spoiled entitled children getting upset because only 99% of the content produced by Hollywood this year is for you instead of the usual 100%.

Oh, and Ghostbusters is a really good movie. So suck it.

*you can make the case for Rogue One but that trailer didn’t play and also count for me how many men are going to be surrounding the leading lady and get back to me

EXO react to having to help you when you’re injured

curator-of-cute, I changed it a little, hope you don’t mind!

Xiumin: Until your hands and wrists recover, Xiumin would do his best to help - feeding you, writing for you, and still kissing the backs of your hands. “My love kisses can beat out any prescription from your doctor.” He’d snicker before making you take your real medicine.

Luhan: Tired from physical therapy, he’d carry you around the house instead of letting you use your wheelchair or crutches, snickering when you get embarrassed. “You know, I’m a manly man who can carry you around for ages - this is no secret, baobei.”

Kris: He’d be a quiet and supportive presence while you’re hurt - letting you be independent and do things on your own but ready to step in and take care of you whenever you need it. “No more hurting my baobei allowed - or I’ll get really angry.” He’d snicker at himself.

Suho: He’d be by your side to give you icyhot packs and massage your tense muscles. “I should take you to a real masseuse after your physical rehab sessions… Let me?” He’s willing to bring you anywhere if it’ll get you better sooner.

Lay: After you finish your physical therapy every day, he’d give you a massage and little kisses all over your face. “You’re doing such a good job. I’m really proud of you.” He’d stroke your hair and whisper comforting words whenever you’re feeling down about it.

Baekhyun: He’d make sure that you always feel no less than his most loved person, showering you with affection while you’re convalescing. “You know, jagi, I can help you in the shower too. I can’t let you lose your balance and hurt yourself more.”

Chen: You’d nearly feel smothered with the love that Chen showers on you after you get hurt. He’d do everything for you that he can, down to making you instant ramyun and telling you jokes to cheer you up. “When you’re better, it’ll be my turn to get spoiled.”

Chanyeol: He’d make sure you don’t get depressed by your injury, playing wheelchair games and pushing you around quickly. “Wooh! After this let’s go to the skate park! We can see how you do on a half-pipe!” He’d laugh.

DO: He’d be very worried about you, cooking for you so you don’t have to do unnecessary things yourself. “Sit there and do your reading - we’ll eat when this is done.” He’d keep an eye on you and do anything he can to make things easier.

Tao: He’s gone through some major injuries, too, so he knows how frustrating it can be - to make sure you do all your physical therapy, he’d do it with you. “Just a little bit longer baobei - and once we’re done with this set, we can take a break.”

Kai: He’d be extra cuddly, making sure you make it to all your physical therapy appointments. “The doctor says you’re improving, right? You look like you’re already feeling so much better.” He’d encourage you through everything and make sure you do your exercises.

Sehun: More used to others taking care of him, he’d still try his best, supporting your weight more when you walk places with him and sitting with you to make sure you’re dealing with the stress and pain well. “I’m sure you’ll be better in no time - you’re working so hard to get better.”

- Admin J


I just watched Rough Night, and I don’t follow Colton Haynes personally much these days, but I will forever be obsessed with Jackson fucking Whittemore, and believe me when I say seeing him in action in that fucking G-string had me wet in the theater. I love Jackson so much, if I couldn’t have Stiles with Derek, I honestly think the next paring I’d want would be Stiles and Jackson. I love them together, and I just love my spoiled Kanima-turned-Werewolf boy. So if any of you have any thoughts about Jackson you wanna share and talk about, or asks about him, please send them in! I’m in such a mood for him tonight, and I /need/. 

One Direction Preference- You Shower Him With Gifts


“Babe,” Harry shouted down the hall, “What’s with all the bags on the counter?”

You quickly left the den, peeking around the corner, “Welcome home handsome,” you smiled, as he met you halfway, leaning in to give you a quick kiss, his lips barely brushing yours, “I just went shopping. Picked up a few things, no big deal.”

“That’s more than a few things,” he chuckled, raising his eyebrows.

“Hey, I splurged a little,” you slipped your hands under his jacket, massaging his hips, “You’ve been stressed with the new album and everything so I thought you deserved a treat.”

“Ooo,” he smirked, “It’s for me?”

“Some of it,” you smiled, “A few new shirts, those shoes you’d been eyeing at Oslo’s. I grabbed some of that Kahlua Midnight…” you raised an eyebrow.

“You trying to get me drunk tonight?” he smirked, his hands falling lower and lower on your waist.

“Maybe a little,” you flirted.

“Please tell me you got something for yourself, too?” you saw the hunger in his eyes.

You smiled smugly, “I may have stopped in at a certain little Victoria’s Secret…”

“Ohh, I like the sound of that,” he pulled you closer to his body, so you were pressed flush to him.

“I knew you would,” you indulged in his touch just a moment longer, “But that’s for later,” you pulled away.

He groaned, “You can’t tease me like this, babe.”

“Says who?” you you ran a thumb across his lips, “Now help me unpack groceries.”


“You did not have to do this,” Louis mumbled, looking intently at the floor length mirror on your bedroom wall.

“I know, I didn’t,” you smiled, coming up behind him, “I wanted to.”

You watched contently as he twisted around in front of his reflection, admiring himself from all angles, “Babe, this jacket had to be, like, £400,” he shook his head, “And the shoes…”

“Hey,” you wrapped your arms around him from behind, “You spoil me all the time, it was my turn to treat you.”

“Not true,” he shook his head, tugging at the jacket nervously, “I’m the one who makes a shit ton of money. You’re at uni, you shouldn’t be spending all this on me.”

“Louis William Tomlinson,” you laughed at him, pulling away from his back and moving to his side to admire him in the mirror as well, “Accept the gift and say thank you. Stop trying to make me bring them back, because I’m not going to.”

He smiled sheepishly, “Thanks, babe. I love them.”

“That’s what I like to hear,” you slipped an arm around his waist from the side, “Plus, it’s a win-win, really. You get to look great, and I get to watch my incredibly sexy boyfriend look great. Very rewarding.”

He scoffed, “Excuse you. I always look great.”

“I know, I know,” you leaned your head on his shoulder, “But the shoes are a nice touch.”


“Something smells good,” Niall mumbled, your hands carefully placed over his eyes as you gently lead him towards the living room.

“I wonder why?” you teased, nudging him around the corner from the hallway. He stumbled a little, catching himself against the wall, “You doing okay there?” you smiled.

“Why can’t I look again?”

“It’s a surprise!” you insisted, “C'mon, I’m trying to be a good girlfriend.”

“What are you talking about? You’re always a good girlfriend,” he gently tilted his head, pressing a kiss to the sensitive skin on your wrist, “The best, in fact.”

“You give me too much credit,” you smiled, carefully leading him to the couch, “Okay, sit back.”

He hesitantly reclined, awkwardly falling into the plush cushions, “Can I open my eyes yet?”

“One second,” you quickly climbed on to the sofa next to him, cuddling up under his arm, “Okay, go.”

You watched his face as his eyelids slowly raised and it made your heart melt as his face lit up. Spread across the coffee table was a feast of Chinese food, accented with little tea light candles. A stack of horror movies balanced precariously on the corner with a bottle of his favorite champagne beside it.

“I know it’s kinda sappy, but I haven’t seen you much lately, and I figured it would be fun–”

“It’s perfect,” he interrupted, glancing at you and smiling, “You’re perfect.”

“I like you a lot,” you smiled.

“I like you a lot, too,” he pressed his lips to your forehead, “In fact, I like you so much that I think I might actually love you.”

“Might?” you teased, biting your lip.

“Did you get crab rangoons?”

“Of course.”

“I definitely love you.”


“But babe,” he grumbled, fingers hooked through the belt loops of your jeans, “I don’t want you to go.”

You smiled up at him, pushing the hair back from his face, “It’s one night, Liam. I’m not even staying over, okay? My parents just want to say goodbye before they head out on vacation.”

“Why wasn’t I invited?” he frowned.

“You were!” you chuckled, “But I saved you the pain and suffering of my mother’s cooking and told them you had the flu, so you gotta stay here and act sick, alright?” you raised your eyebrows.

“I’m gonna be lonely,” he was flashing his huge puppy dog eyes.

“I know, love,” you untangled yourself from him slightly, pressing your palms flat to his chest, “But I picked up some stuff for you, you’ll be fine.”

“Picked up some stuff?”

“I stopped into the bakery and grabbed some of those shortbread cookies you like and I made sure that last night’s game was on the DVR because you missed it. I bought you some new sweats because those gray ones are getting ratty, and I picked up some Red Stripe because I know you’re sick of Budweiser,” you sighed, “You’ll do fine without me, alright?”

“You did all that?” he raised his eyebrows.

“Yes I did,” you leaned up on your tiptoes, “Now go get comfy and watch the game. I’ll see you later tonight, okay?”

“Fine,” he pouted, but definitely not as intensely as before, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”


“Zayn!” you climbed the stairs eagerly, shopping bags draped all over your arms, “You won’t believe all this stuff I picked out for you," You sped down the hallway, turning into the bedroom to find him sprawled across the bed, shirtless with sweats hung low on his hips, "You look like you’ve been awfully productive today,” you teased, tossing the bags down on the mattress beside him.

“I haven’t,” he smirked rolling on to his stomach, “What’ve we got here?”

“Well, I was thinking about the interview you have next week–I know Caroline usually decides the clothes–but I saw this jacket,” you rifled through a shopping bag, pulling out a classic back blazer, with a beautiful hemmed leather collar, “And I couldn’t help myself.”

He nodded, “I like it.”

“I knew you would!” you continued to dig through the bags, “So then I saw this shirt,” you yanked out a classic red v-neck, made of the softest material you’d ever touched, “And thought it would look perfect. And then I saw the shoes,” you motioned to the card board box amidst the bags, “And long story short, I couldn’t stop.”

“You have a problem,” he laughed, grabbing one of the bags to dig through it, “But you do have great taste.”

“Not enough people realize it,” you joked, sitting down on the bed beside him.

“How much did all this cost?”

“Don’t worry about it,” you shook your head, folding the shirts you’d torn from the bag.

“Y/N,” he raised his eyebrows, “This is a lot of shit, how much money did you spend?”

“It doesn’t matter,” you looked up at him, “It’s my treat to you.”

“I don’t need all this–”

“Shhh,” you shook your head, “Yes you do.”

“No I don’t–”

“Zayn, stop talking and enjoy the retail heaven.”


Here you go, loves! I actually had more fun with this than I expected. Sometimes it’s hard to get a good variety of plots with the prefs but I think these all turned out really well! I hope you enjoyed :)

xoxo B


I’d put good money on the fact that Luke would spoil the hell out of his girl.  Her humble protests wouldn’t do anything to stop him from giving her the world, for that was how much she meant to him.  If anything, he was glad he had a million dollar paycheck so that he could spend it all on her.  Anything and everything she wanted she could have…only one night, after opening yet another expensive gift from a store halfway across the world, she would call him and tell him thank you, but she didn’t want it.  “I want you,” she would sputter through tears, “I’ve always just wanted you.” Luke’s heart would drop into his stomach, the realization of his mistake dawning on him.  “Baby girl, I’m sorry I can’t be there,” he’d tell her, chewing on his lip to distract from the pain his heart was feeling.  “You’ll get me, all of me, in a month, I swear to God sweetheart,” he’d promise.  “I love you so so much, baby girl, don’t let my obsession with spoiling you turn you away from me.”  She would laugh sweetly through dried tears, fingers finding Luke’s pendant around her neck.  “I won’t. Just come back to me rockstar.  As soon as possible.  That will be the best gift you could ever give me.”

Heartbreak Girl. l.r.h smut

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 I knew from the moment we left the house, tonight would be a weird night. Luke and I are going out, celebrating my two year anniversary with my boyfriend. The weird part is, my boyfriend isn’t here. He’s in Cali for the week, which is really weird.  Luke decided to take it upon himself to make me have a good night so that I don’t feel alone. He’s a great friend. “Do you want to go to the bar before the show?” Luke asks me while looking at me quizzically. We’re both 18, and in Australia, it’s okay to drink in bars at 18. Sucks to suck, doesn’t it America? I look at Luke and nod. “A drink or two sounds nice,” and with that we head towards the bar.

 I’m wearing a pretty white and navy floral skater dress and some navy tights and my white doc marten buckle shoes. I think it’s safe to say I look good tonight.  Luke isn’t home much anymore, but when he is, we are always together. Andrew, my boyfriend, understands that Luke is rarely home, so we take advantage of our time together.  Luke likes to spoil me. He tells me that he likes spending money, which he “has too much of” on people who he cares about. For my birthday last month he bought me a gorgeous Chanel purse, and I didn’t want to take it but he forced me to. I love the bag, but it was just too much money into one gift in my opinion. He claimed “you’re turning 18, just let me spoil you for your birthday,” and I rolled my eyes and gave him a massive hug and said thank you too many times.  I’ve wondered if Luke likes me more than just a friend, because there have been a lot of signs pointing to it. Since we met in primary school, we’ve practically been joined at the hip. That is until he got discovered and got famous. Now we FaceTime and Skype and text and call whenever we can, sometimes the time zones aren’t too bad, and sometimes they’re terrible.  

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There was a time where I was mad at you because you have treated me like a baby - at this time I didn’t know that it was your expression of love. You’ve helped me at every opportunity, even if I had not asked. I told you harshly that you should leave me alone. Since then you’ve almost stopped talking to me, but you have still spoiled me with all sorts of things. I’m sorry that you had to hear from your youngest brother that he wants you no longer near him. You’ve taken it too literally, please come back to me and embrace me like the old times.
Now after this accident, as I call it, I have finally the opportunity to spoil you. All the time you had to work out and take care of us, though your wistful glance told me that you wanted to play. Wanted to spend time with us, but we have done nothing. Now it’s my turn: I will spoil you as you once me, and taught you joy and fun.

What are brothers for?

“Wanna play with me, sweetie?”

anonymous asked:

Your headcanons are adorable, I simply love them <3 What about one where the kbtbb guys are sick and MC takes care of them? :)

Thank you for reading! You’re freaking awesome. Awww another sick headcanon <3 I love these! Thank you for requesting :D 

Eisuke: 102. His fever was 102 and he kept on insisting that he needed to work. You gently pushed Eisuke back into bed and shook your head.
“Eisuke. You have a high fever. There’s no way you’re working in this condition.” you said, ignoring his protests. 
You called up some room service with soup, medicine, and extra blankets. Something about seeing your normally teasing boyfriend suffering in bed made you laugh. You were going to spoil him today. 
Making your way to his bedside with the bowl of soup in your hand, you couldn’t help but stare at your handsome boyfriend. 
“It’s my turn to spoil you today.” you said, kissing his hot forehead. 

Soryu: “Maybe he would like this.” you muttered under your breath, picking up the new detective novel. 
Soryu barely had any time to read, and you thought you could surprise him with a couple books and soup since he was sick. You bought a couple books and quickly made your way towards his apartment. 
Inputing the password into the door, you opened the door to see Soryu scrunched up on the living room couch. 
“Soryu? Let’s get you to the bed. You’ll be more comfortable there.” you said, helping him to his feet. 
Once he got in bed, you served the soup and surprised him with the books you bought. His eyes lit up as he reached for the books and smiled. 
“This is amazing. Thank you. But I like your omelets better.” he said, opening the book.

Baba: Even though he was sick with the flu, Baba still managed to make you laugh and comfortable. He was so selfless sometimes, and you were determined to tend to him today. 
You went out briefly to shop for the items needed for your gift basket. You got his favorite cookies, tea bags, and tissues. All you needed were a couple of his favorite DVDs. You quickly gathered it into a neat basket and made your way back to his place. 
“It’s not much, but it’s something to help you feel better.” you said, handing over the gift basket. Baba took it into his hands and smiled at you. 
“Thank you, _____. I love you so much.” he said, before looking at the DVDs. 
“Care to join me?” he asked, holding up a DVD. 

Ota: Ota was the worst when he was sick. All he did was whine, and you seriously wanted to put duct tape over his mouth. 
”_________~ I like to paint. But I can’t paint when I’m sick. So I don’t like being sick. Help me!” Ota whined, as nonsense spewed from his mouth. 
You groaned and held your head in your hands. When was he going to stop whining? Was he always like this? 
You made your way over to Ota’s bedside and sat down in the chair next to his bed. 
“What do you want me to get you? Some more water? Soup? A book?” you asked, tired of all this. 
Ota shook his head, as he reached for your face. 
“Then what should I get you?” you asked, patiently.
“You.” He said, pulling you under the covers with him. You looked up to say something, until you saw his peaceful sleeping face. He was finally quiet, but he wasn’t letting you go anytime soon. Smiling a bit to yourself, you fell asleep in Ota’s arms. 

Mamoru: “I’m fine. You don’t need to come check on me, kid.” Mamoru said into the phone, coughing a bit. 
“Too bad, cause I’m already here. Open up.” you replied, knocking on the door. He hung up and opened the door, not looking too good. He had really bad bed hair and was looking pretty pale. 
“You look horrible.” you said, worried.
“Well, hi to you too kid.” he said, opening the door wider so you could get in. Once you walked into his apartment, you handed him something. It was teddy bear, holding a box of his favorite candy and a post-it note with “Get better! Love you <3” on it.
“It’s to make you feel better.” you said, shyly. 
“Even your gifts are childish. I love it. Thanks, kid.” he said, kissing your cheek. 

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