#just admit you're embarrassed!!!!! the rules don't matter anymore

[muzzleroars]

I can't undo the image of Spider-Man 2099 just being like "You had one job. ONE job" to Michael after he had accidentally blessing the Ferryman and he was the same as Miguel but mostly towards himself. And then both Angelic Ferryman and Michael went to Gabriel for advise while he was like "What the absolute freak???" on confusion. (Oh and V1 is playing with KITR and drone in the background)

i may know nothing about spiderman but gabe inevitably getting dragged into this is just so funny to me because he HAS TO but he just sides with the ferryman immediately regardless of technicalities like they did work for this!! the system is just rigged!! but mike won't let it go so he ends up calling raph and gabe just has to stand there holding the phone while they argue for 2 hours

he's happy for the ferryman though :]

#gabriel's advice was literally 'ferryman!!!! congrats!!!!!!!' #but then michael has to turn it into a whole THING #just admit you're embarrassed!!!!! the rules don't matter anymore #(ferryman is wearing their holy cloth again bc they're shy about their new form) #cake answers #doodle tag #fallen gabriel #michael #ferryman

[masterjedilenawrites]

Hey 🤗

So happy to hear that you're trying to get back to your writing 😊

So, for the fluff alphabet... Since I'm very indecisive in general... 🤦‍♀️

B, D, F, J, L, M, O, P for Hound, Thorn and Gregor, maybe...🙈🤭

If it's too much (probably is), you pick randomly what you want and feel like writing. I'll be happy and grateful with anything you do 💕💗

Oh gosh, so many letters 😅 haha I'll alternate between the three guys, but so glad you're requesting them because I'm eager to continue exploring their characters! (I still owe you some spicy HCs for them too 😉) Hope you're doing well friend!

B | Beauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

If Thorn could answer everything without getting an eye roll, he would. He genuinely means it. Their spirit, their wisdom, their appearance, their laughter... There isn't a single flaw or fault he could ever find in his partner, regardless if that's actually a healthy mentality to have or not. Once he's fallen in love, the rose colored lenses come on and he's completely lost in their entire beautiful self.

D | Dreams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

Gregor definitely wants to settle down. Though he likes staying active and is always down for an adventure, he's also quite tired of the all travel as a soldier. He'll appreciate a more stationary life with his S/O, where he can take on long-term projects and get involved in the community. He also enjoys teaching and would love if his partner did too; they'd mentor kids and adults alike.

F | Fight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

Hound doesn't get upset on his own, but if his partner's upset then he starts to lose it a little. He's more empathetic than he realizes, and if he can't quickly fix the problem or say the right things to calm them down, he gets frustrated. He'll huff and storm off, taking his mastiffs for a walk to strategize. He never argues and is quick to apologize if he does make a mistake.

J | Jealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

Thorn gets jealous from time to time. But those times usually don't last long. He's never shy in straight-up asking his S/O what's going on, should he be worried, etc. He knows he can trust his partner and that they deserve to have good attention from others. If they're comfortable, he is, too. Just sometimes he'll feel a little sting of insecurity, like any other guy would with a gorgeous S/O.

L | Love Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

Gregor wouldn't know what came over him. One minute he was casually hanging out with his best friend, and the next, he's tearfully admitting to every hidden thought and secret emotion he'd ever harbored for them. He's practically on his knees and maybe he should be embarrassed, but damn if he isn't so gosh darn full of yearning that he doesn't care anymore. Now his heart's on the line and there's no going back.

M | Marriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

Hound would have been hesitant about getting into a relationship, so in his mind, having committed to that means they're set for life, right? His partner will likely need to do the proposing... and the planning, and the paperwork, and tying all the other bows to make things official. He'll say he wants a small, intimate ceremony, but he knows so many people it becomes a whole big thing.

O | On Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

When Thorn is around his S/O, it is very obvious, despite all his best efforts to pretend otherwise. He can't help but be enamored by them, engaged in everything they say, somehow always close by no matter what's going on. When they're apart, then it's a lot easier for him to play it cool and act like a good solider who is definitely not breaking any rules, no sir.

P | PDA - Ae they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

Gregor isn't shy with the fluffy stuff. Hand holding, pecks on the cheek, casual snuggles or foot rubs. If he's been away from them for a while, he'll also just go in for that long-awaited smooch, regardless who else may be around. The more suggestive/spicier stuff he'll save for more private locations... unless he's maybe had a bit too much to drink, then he finds it funny to tease in public.

Send a fluff alphabet request and help me get back into the swing of writing!

#star wars #fluff alphabet #ask box open #the clone wars #tender loving clones #TLC #sergeant hound #commander thorn #captain gregor #ronie my dear friend

[helloalycia]

overstepping [one] // jane banner (Wind River)

summary: after getting several voicemails from your colleague and best friend with her asking for your backup, you attempt to call her back, only to get no answer.

warning/s: mentions of rape, murder and injuries.

author’s note: this is a two parter because i finally watched Wind River and it broke my heart but also lizzie was v cute and i felt the need to write this, hope you like it x

part two | masterlist | wattpad

"C'mon, work you stupid phone," I complained for the millionth time, before standing on the chair to get a better signal.

When I saw the bars in the corner of the screen increase, a grin appeared on my lips. I loved my parents, but the fact that they lived in a remote cabin in Tennessee with zero signal was not my favourite thing.

When the bars remained, my phone decided to actually be helpful and receive all the messages, calls and voicemails I missed. I did a brief flick through, noticing nothing was too important that couldn't wait for me to return to work. As an FBI agent, I rarely got time off. And now that I had taken a two month vacation to spend with my parents, I was adamant on enjoying it, even if I was missing work a smidge.

Next were the calls, which I noticed were mostly from my colleague and close friend, Jane Banner. I furrowed my brows, realising she'd left me several voicemails, too, which was strange since she knew I was on a break from work. What could be so important?

I sighed, glancing down at my uncomfortable position standing on the chair and leaning above the wardrobe. It was the only place in the house with decent signal and the only other place that wasn’t in the middle of nowhere was twenty minutes out. Telling myself I'd just listen to one voicemail to make sure everything was okay, I played the earliest message.

"Hey, Y/N. I'm sorry, I know you're on a break, but I just had to talk to you," it began, and Jane sounded troubled. "I was in Vegas, as you know, but I've been called out to a reservation in Wyoming where this poor girl was–" She paused, releasing a shaky breath. "She was raped and left to die out in the cold. I thought I could send in another team to take a look – y'know, usual protocol. But the coroner won't rule it a homicide and you know what that means."

I swallowed hard, knowing exactly what that meant. If it wasn't ruled a homicide, no backup would come and we had to move onto the next case. But if this girl was raped and left to die, the rapist was still out there and wasn't getting caught by the FBI.

"I can't just leave it and go," Jane continued quietly, with that recognisable passion for her job evident in her voice. "I have to do what I can. But I... I can't do this alone. It's not like other cases, Y/N. It's different out here. And there's only so much their police department can do. I know you're on a break, but I was hoping that, maybe, you could come out here and help me? It's the Wind River Indian Reservation. That's it, I guess. Bye."

The message ended and I found myself chewing on my lower lip anxiously, unable to think about anything other than Jane now. She'd worried me with that one voicemail alone – I couldn't imagine what the others said.

She was usually so good at dealing with cases, but this seemed different. She sounded shaken up, attempting to put on a brave face by the sounds of it. What was so different about this case? She didn't need me. She was capable.

Curiosity got the better of me and I played the second message, ignoring the discomfort in my arms as I stretched to maintain the signal. It was left a day after the first one.

"Hey, so I just remembered that you said you don't get much signal up there with your parents," she began apologetically. "I don't mean to– shit, it's so cold..." There was a pause, a noise in the background, then she continued, "Sorry, just turning up the heating. Anyway, I was saying. I don't mean to intrude on your break. I just– I'm hoping you'll find signal and hear this because I could really use your help. I think we've got a lead on who may have done it. It was hectic today. Really could've used that backup."

She chuckled dryly at her attempt at a joke, but all I felt was guilt. She sounded exhausted within a day of being there.

"I hope you get this," she finished with a sigh. "I should go. Got a busy day tomorrow. Hope you're doing okay. Bye."

I wasted no time in playing the next message. Three days into her case.

"I don't know why I keep sending these," she began with a hoarse voice, and my heart clenched at the sound of it. "You clearly aren't getting them in time. But it's easier talking to you like this than not at all."

It went quiet, so quiet that I thought she may have finished and forgot to hang up. But then she spoke up again, a whimper escaping her lips.

"It's so hard," she admitted. "We've covered worse cases, but this one... everything about it makes me uncomfortable. Something doesn't feel right. I've got a lead – we think it might be the boyfriend who did it and we're gonna see him tomorrow. But I don't know."

I frowned, squeezing my phone tightly because I didn't recognise the girl speaking as my friend. This girl sounded broken and I wondered what she could have discovered that made her like this.

"I've got the police department with me for backup," she said with a sniffle. "And Cory, he's a hunter whose been helping me with the case. They're all gonna be with me tomorrow. But I wish you were here, too. You always make things easier."

The lump in my throat wouldn't disappear no matter how many times I swallowed it. She made things easier, too. Always. And all I wanted to was be by her side and be there for her like she always was for me.

"Sorry about this," she said with a watery laugh, and I could imagine the embarrassed smile on her face as she did. "I sound like such an idiot. Never mind these messages. Just enjoy your break. I shouldn't be worrying you like this. See you when you get back."

The message ended and I checked to see if there were anymore, but to my disappointment, there wasn't. That message was from a few days ago and she hadn't sent anything since which was concerning in itself.

Trying not to panic for no reason, I called Jane. Hopefully everything was okay and I was being stupid. She was a fully-trained FBI agent. She could take care of herself. Right?

The call rang and rang, but nobody picked up. One missed call. No biggie. She probably heard it and couldn't find her phone or something. So, I tried again.

More ringing and no answer. Okay, no big deal. Just try again.

Another call and no answer. The chewing on my lip became more intense. Why the hell wasn't she picking up? Was she still working the case?

I waited an hour, trying again at ten minute intervals, unable to fight my concern. But there was no answer every time and I realised that I couldn't sit and wait for her to call back. Not after how she sounded in those voicemails.

No, I had to go there. She needed backup.

—

Wyoming was way colder than I could have prepared for.

I mean, technically, I prepared for nothing. I bid my parents a goodbye, threw some random clothes in a bag and caught the next plane over there. I tried for Jane's phone constantly, knowing she was never one to ignore me for this long, but there was no point. She wasn't answering, which could only mean so much.

When I reached the reservation, I had no idea where anything was or what I was looking for exactly. I just knew that as soon as the taxi dropped me off in the centre of town, I didn't know where to go.

There were a lot of locals hanging around, so my first port of call was to ask them if they'd seen Jane around – or Agent Banner, as she may have introduced herself. I showed them a picture of her on my phone, described her with vivid detail, but they just stared at me like I was crazy. I was starting to believe I was at one point, until I stopped by the convenience store.

As worried as I was for Jane's whereabouts, the chill in my bones was real. Especially my hands, which I was certain would fall off any minute. So, I decided to buy some gloves and also ask the cashier if he'd seen Jane around or heard anything of her. Whilst I was doing that, a customer caught my attention, probably having overheard my conversation.

"Did you say Jane Banner?" he asked with a quirked brow, interrupting my purchase. "The FBI lady, right?"

I nodded quickly, facing him. "Yes, that's her! D'you know where she is?"

He nodded casually. "Yeah, she's in the hospital. That big shootout that happened a few days ago, right?"

My stomach dropped. "The what?"

"The shootout," he repeated, not aware of the concern in my face. "At the drill site. A bunch of officers were killed and the FBI lady was one of the only one left standing." He tutted as he shook his head. "Very lucky that one."

A shootout? The hospital? Only one left standing? No wonder she hadn't been answering her calls.

"Can you– do you–" I stopped, clearing my throat and trying to stop freaking out. "Which hospital?"

After getting the address from him, I caught a taxi to the only hospital in town and prayed to God that Jane was okay. The one thing she'd asked for was backup and I couldn't even give her that. If I'd just looked at my messages sooner... fuck.

Getting past the front desk and to Jane's room was no issue at all. A quick flash of my FBI badge was enough for the receptionist to give me the details and wave me through. My heart was constricting in my chest the longer it took. What if it was really bad? What if that customer's intel was outdated and Jane was– no. I couldn't afford to think like that.

Upon finding Jane's room, I spotted an older man leaving through the door, being careful to close it behind him. I didn't recognise him at all.

"Excuse me," I called, earning his attention. "Is that Jane Banner's room you just came from?"

He seemed surprised, glancing over his shoulder to make sure I was speaking to him, before nodding. "Yes. Sorry, who are you?"

I pulled my badge from my pocket and showed him, though I doubted anyone would take me seriously when my eyes were watering at thought of Jane being severely injured.

"I'm her friend," I said, swallowing down the lump in my throat before lowering my badge.

"Oh, you're the backup that didn't come," he said with realisation.

My eyes flickered to the floor guiltily. He wasn't exactly wrong.

"I didn't mean it like that," he added quickly. "Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you."

I shook my head, lifting my eyes to meet his. "It's okay. I should've... I should've been here." It went quiet as he didn't know what to say, so I looked to him halfheartedly. "I assume you're from the police department, one of the ones who helped Jane."

"Not exactly," he said, before putting out his hand for me to shake. "Name's Cory. I'm a hunter by trade."

Returning his handshake, I recalled Jane's voicemail. "Oh, yeah, she mentioned you... thank you for helping her out."

When I couldn’t, I added in my head.

He offered me a small smile and I couldn't find it in myself to return it. I must have looked like shit, since he gave me a pitiful gaze.

"You want me to catch you up before you go in?" he asked, nodding to Jane's door. "She's okay by the way."

I nodded, sucking up a breath. My nerves were eating away at me the longer I didn't see Jane – half of me was terrified of what I'd find, and the other half was afraid she'd be upset or angry because I left her to it, even when she pleaded for my help.

Cory and I took a seat down the hall and he proceeded to explain about the case and how they found the guy who raped that poor girl. The shootout was the worst bit, making me shiver with discomfort. Apparently, Jane had gotten blasted with a shotgun, puncturing her torso and neck despite the vest she wore. All of the officers with her were killed and by the sounds of it, Jane almost was, too. But Cory managed to take out the criminals and the rapist himself. When he was finished telling me, I had no words.

"She's a bit shaken up, but her surgery went well," Cory reassured with a short nod. "Does she know you're coming?"

I shook my head, voice thick with emotion. "She wouldn't answer her phone. I guess I know why now."

Cory nodded, rubbing the back of his neck before sparing me a consoling glance. "She talked about you a lot. I think it'll cheer her up seeing you. You should go."

My eyes met his, teary and stinging with unshed tears. "Thank you so much."

He shrugged bashfully, but he didn't realise all that he'd done. I gave him a small, tight smile before standing up with a sigh. No point dwelling anymore – I had to see her.

Pushing my selfish feelings aside, I sucked it up and approached Jane's room. She would either want to punch me or not, but either way, I had to see if she was okay. And so, when I opened the door slightly, heart racing in my chest, said heart jumped in my throat at the sight of her.

She was laying on the bed with wires stuck in her and, only from what I could see, bandages were covering the side of her neck. I thought she was sleeping at first, but then her head tilted towards the door curiously, and bright blue eyes widened with disbelief.

"Y/N?" she asked, raising her eyebrows. "What are you– how did you get here?"

I closed the door behind me and hesitantly approached her bedside, unable to stop my eyes from soaking in the sight of her. She looked so feeble and vulnerable and unlike how I saw her last. Then, Cory's words came back to me and I began to imagine the worst scenario of her getting shot, blood seeping from her wounds, the life draining from her eyes...

"Y/N," she called, and I looked to her startlingly, hoping I didn't look as troubled as I felt.

"Sorry," I said, clearing my throat. "I, er– the messages. Voicemail. I heard them and tried calling you back, but..."

She pursed her lips, exhaling with a wince and looking up at the ceiling, as if suddenly remembering she left messages in the first place.

"I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," I said quietly, guilt seeping back in.

"No, no, don't be," she said, and I just about noticed the pink dusting her cheeks. "It's not your fault. I shouldn't have interrupted your vacation like that. I know you said you wanted a break and–"

"Jane, no, don't even say that," I cut her off, reaching for her hand in an instant. She looked my way, eyes flickering between mine nervously. I squeezed her hand gently and said, "I should have been here. You needed me and I– I didn't come. Maybe if I had, this could have ended differently."

She tried to smile, but I could see the discomfort in her eyes. "It's not that bad, honestly. It just looks bad."

I pressed my lips together, eyes falling to the bandage on her neck. Even though it was big and covered her wound, I could still make out the bruising around it from the impact of the shell. I didn't imagine the torso wound looking any different, and that thought alone made me regret leaving her alone. It was very much as bad as it looked; I knew that and she knew that.

Her lips trembled as she avoided my eyes, her own tearing up. I pushed away my guilt momentarily and changed the subject.

"So, I met Cory. He seems like a great guy."

She didn't say anything as she seemed lost in thought. Either that or she was trying not to cry in front of me. I hoped it wasn't the latter, since the last thing I wanted was to make her feel uncomfortable.

"You know," I said, when she wouldn't speak, "I'm pretty sure I told you to stay safe before I left for my vacation."

At my poor attempt to lighten the mood, she cracked a small, tight smile, but a smile nonetheless, and my racing heart slowed down momentarily.

"I'm glad you're okay," I said, now that I had her attention again, and she looked my way with a softened expression. "Kind of okay. But you know... okay."

Thankfully, she knew what I meant and her hand tightened around mine.

"I'm glad you came," she returned, and I couldn't look away even if I tried. She was always able to trap me with a single gaze.

With a tug of her hand, she motioned for me to sit on the edge of her bed, so I did. And then she began to ask me about my vacation, what I'd been up to this past month, how my parents were... basically anything and everything except for the case. And it was understandable, since she was reminded of it all the time. If I could be a form of escapism for her, so be it. It was the least I could do.

We spoke for hours until the nurse came in to let me know visiting hours were over and I'd have to come back tomorrow. With a regretful sigh, I got up from my seat on her bedside and stretched my limbs.

"Where are you staying?" she asked, a slight frown on her lips.

I smiled awkwardly, realising I didn't think that far ahead. "I'm not gonna lie, I don't know. I came straight here. There's gotta be a hotel or something in this town, right?"

She nodded and flicked her hand to the shelves on the other side of the room. "You should stay in my room in the inn. Key's in my bag over there."

"Oh, I don't have to do that–"

"Y/N, it's not like I'm going to be staying there anytime soon," she cut me off, smiling halfheartedly. "Please."

I chewed on my lip and nodded, giving in. When I grabbed her keys from her bag, I stopped by her bedside and gave her a supportive smile.

"I'll back first thing in the morning, if you don't mind," I said, and she finally gave me a smile that reached her eyes.

"I'd like that."

I nodded, resting a hand on hers and squeezing comfortingly. "Goodnight."

—

Though I knew Jane was okay, I still couldn't stop myself from thinking about her all night. The sight of her wounds and the broken expression on her face was enough to keep me awake. And the guilt that came with it all... why couldn't I have just picked up my damn phone?

As promised, I returned to Jane's hospital room the next morning, this time bringing some breakfast snacks from the hospital cafeteria since I knew the food would be much better than whatever they were serving her. Judging by the content expression on her face when I gave it to her, I was right.

When she finished eating, she was able to sit up slightly and move over on her bed, urging for me to join her and watch some TV with her. There was no way I was going to turn down that offer, so I slid next to her and kept a packet of sliced apples between us as we watched whatever was playing on the TV.

About halfway through watching, she spoke up randomly, taking me by surprise.

"When are you leaving?"

I tore my gaze from the screen and realised she was staring at me with intense green eyes.

"When you're well enough to," I answered truthfully.

She looked down to her hands. "You don't have to stay with me. You can go."

I studied her profile, knowing it was the wrong time to appreciate how stunning she looked even when she was makeup-free, sporting a bed head and tired.

"Do you want me to go?" I asked softly, afraid I may have overstepped.

She was quick to shake her head slightly, finally lifting her gaze to meet mine with glossy ones. "No."

I nodded, trying very hard not to smile, cleared my throat and grabbed her hand. "Then I'm not leaving. I'll be right here until you get better and I can take you home."

A ragged breath escaped her lips as she nodded in response. We both looked back to the TV and I noticed she didn't let go of my hand, her fingers warm to the touch and giving me goosebumps at the contact. But I wouldn't have had it any other way.

#jane banner #jane banner x you #jane banner x reader #jane banner imagine #elizabeth olsen x you #elizabeth olsen x reader #elizabeth olsen imagine #wind river imagine #wind river

[donnerpartyofone]

"Real talk though", when you tell someone they're being too hard on themselves, you might not understand that you're asking for something really complicated and overly difficult to understand. I mean I know there are people who have disorders around imaginary or minute imperfections, and those folks need extra care. But in other cases, it just sounds like you're refusing to admit that some of us are just kind of shitty, and anger and disappointment are completely sane responses to living with ourselves. Imagine if you were being followed, all day every day, by a person who is constantly losing, breaking, or otherwise ruining things you need and love, who doesn't let you get a full night's sleep, who makes you late for practically every appointment, who constantly surprises you with their inability to do really basic things without an inordinate amount of hand-holding, who wastes your money and thoughtlessly embarrasses you in public, and who never seems to learn a single lesson no matter how hard or how often you work with them on making small, manageable improvements. You'd probably want to just kill that person. At the very least, you'd want to burn that bridge. Your supportive friends would be filling your ears with platitudes about how you need to assert your boundaries with that person, and back away from them entirely. Nobody in their right mind would tell you to keep making excuses and making inconvenient accommodations for that person, and keep giving them energy you never get back. Even if they really can't help it--well, neither can you. But for some reason, when the person who is doing all this stuff to you is YOU, suddenly you're not allowed to be angry with them. You're supposed to love them unconditionally and forgive every stupid mean destructive thing they do. It's this insane double standard that is supposed to be justified only by the fact that you are yourself, which makes absolutely no sense, and the harder you try to understand why this is a thing, that is so different from the rules of any other comparable life situation, the more insane you feel. So like I know people think they're doing you this big favor by telling you "not to be so hard on yourself," but what I actually hear is, "you are not allowed to have feelings about your relentless personal difficulty, and you must be stopped by applying a rule that is founded on no logic that you have ever heard of, even if doing so makes you feel crazy and/or stupid." I get it, people who like you don't like your pain, and people are generally uncomfortable with, you know, discomfort. Nobody likes to admit that some problems are unsolvable. It's like when Lon Chaney Jr. tells the kids in the movie SPIDER BABY, "Nothing is ever VERY bad!", and it's hilarious then, but many people are laboring under that kind of cult of positivity in real life. It can be hard to know what to say or do. But like please don't make me feel like I'm nuts for being angry with myself. It's one thing for me to be struggling with my own failures, and it doesn't help for me to also feel like I have poor judgment and I'm too dumb to understand the rationale behind what everyone else agrees is the right thing to do.

To be more graphic about it, there's a great scene in [sitcom we're not allowed to mention anymore] where [the canceled comedian] is babysitting a spoiled child who fills the bathtub with his own diarrhea and happily wallows in it. His explanation is, "Mommy says that anything I do is OK because I love myself." That's kind of what "don't be so hard on yourself" sounds like to me.

[obxcunt]

Love bites || (3)

pairing: jj maybank x reader [eventually] || rafe cameron x reader [currently]

warnings: cursing, typos.

summary: it was supposed to be a good summer for you, the last one in the obx before going to college, the last one with your friends and family. Unfortunately, a sudden and mysterious death is about to completely change your life, pushing you directly into a brand new world and into a very sexy vampire’s arms.

A/N: part three, let’s go! :)

part two || masterlist || part four

“Is everything alright, Y/N?” Rafe asked, looking at you with worry and stroking your shoulder. You looked up, eyes scanning the crowed country club. “You're way too calm and not even touching your food.” He said, pointing at your lunch.

You nodded, giving him a tiny smile. “I’m fine.” You replied, falling back against the chair in a sigh. “It's just—” You paused, wishing you could tell him what happened last night. “It's nothing, really. I’m just tired, it's probably time for me to leave.”

“Wait, already?” Topper asked, the two boys watching you with furrowed eyebrows as you picked your jacket. “But, we were talking about my birthday party. I count on your presence.”

“Yeah…” You stood up. “My parents don't want me to leave the house at night anymore. They think it's too dangerous.” Topper nodded, with a disappointed expression on his face. “I’ll try, okay?” You winked, before walking towards the country club’s exist.

“Wait, Y/N!” Rafe shouted, following you. “Let me walk you to your car.” You giggled, putting on your jacket and walking out with the tall boy. “So, how about we—” He paused, distracted by your beauty. “Shit, I—” He laughed nervously, scratching his neck.

You knew exactly what he wanted to ask you: which made you feel uncomfortable and guilty. You guys have been hooking up for the past three weeks, after agreeing to keep this as a secret with no attachment and you never expected Rafe to be the one breaking his own rule.

“Y/N?” A familiar voice called, saving you from another embarrassing moment with Rafe. “Can we talk for a second?” You turned around, your eyes meeting JJ’s blue ones as he approached you two.

“Why the hell are you on our side of the island, Maybank?” Rafe asked, looking down at the Pogue. “What do you even want from her, huh? Stay away.”

“Rafe, don't act like an asshole.” You said, smacking his toned chest with the back of your hand, hitting the fabric of his blue polo. “I’ll see you later, alright? Don't worry about it.” The Kook boy nodded, clenching his jaw and walking back inside, he couldn't understand why you'd be willing to talk with a Pogue, especially JJ Maybank.

“Nice boyfriend.” JJ said, both hands hiding in his shorts’s pockets, his tanned skin glowing under the sun. No matter how awkward the situation was, you couldn’t deny his charm, he’s definitely one of the most attractive men on the island. “You have good taste.” He joked, smirking.

“He's not my—” You paused, rolling your eyes at him, annoyed by his amused expression. “Whatever, it’s none of your business anyway. Why are you here?” You asked, walking towards the parking lot. “I asked you to leave me alone last night, right?”

The blond boy sighed, following your steps. “We really need to talk about what happened.” You both stopped at your vehicle. “This is serious.”

“I can't right now, my parents are waiting for me at—”

“They're both working today, don't lie to me.” He cut off, creeping you out: your eyes widening at his words. “I went to your house first, before coming here that's why—“

“JJ.” You said, sighing. “What do you want from me? You wanna talk about you wandering around a crime scene in the middle of the night and attacking me?”

He laughed. “What are you talking about, Y/N?”We were both doing the exact same thing and i didn't mean to scare you.” You smirked back. “I mean— I wasn't doing the same thing, just wandering near my house.”

“Yeah, okay.” You rolled your eyes. “You scared the shit out of me.” You opened the car door, but he pushed it back, closing it. “What the fuck, JJ?” He remained silent, leaning against the car. “I— I wanted to see the crime scene because my friend died and—”

“Cut the bullshit!” He said, crossing his strong arms. “You wanted to see the crime scene again because you learned something earlier that day.” You scoffed, scratching your head. “Right.”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” He sighed at your stubbornness. “But, it seems like you're the one hiding something. We were a few kilometers away from your house, JJ.” He looked around, making sure no one was listening to your conversation. “Why did you freaked out and—”

“You weren't supposed to be there.” He said, his face leaning towards you, his nose almost touching yours. “You could've been killed, Y/N.” He murmured, looking straight at you. “I saved you, from him.” You remained silent, looking at the blond boy with confusion. “We can't talk about it here, i’ll come to your house in a few hours, okay?” He asked, before walking back towards the club, not giving you enough time to answer.

“Wait, JJ!” You turned around, searching for the Pogue boy and discovering an empty parking lot: he was gone.

You were waiting for him on the porch, biting your nails through the stress and impatience, a book in hand. This whole thing was creeping you out, but your curiosity remained stronger. And now, you were about to share your first real conversation and moment with the Pogue. After a few minutes: he came out of nowhere, stepping on the porch with nothing but a backpack on his covered shoulders, a relaxed expression on his face.

“Oh, hey!” You greeted, closing the book and standing up. You turned around to place it on the chair. “Do you wanna come—” You paused, turning back around and gasping as you noticed the blond boy standing right in front of you. “Shit—” You breathed, touching your chest. “You need to stop doing this, JJ.”

“Don't invite me in.” He replied, glancing at the front door. “We're gonna talk here, it's much safer.” He took a step back, looking around him, running a hand through his messy blond locks.

“Okay…” You replied, frowning at him. “Can you tell me what's going on, JJ? Because right now nothing makes sense and it's stressing me out.” He turned to look at me. “If we are in danger, why are we—”

“Promise me something first, then we’ll talk.” He said, leaning against the fence next to you. “Promise me to keep my secret.” You nodded, crossing your arms, you just wanted this to be done already. “I'm serious, this is not a game. It could get you killed.”

“JJ!” You whined, frustration washing you over.

“It wasn't an animal!” He shouted, following your tone. “Technically it wasn't, someone killed Kelce.” You laughed nervously, shaking your head. “Y/N.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, JJ?” You asked, getting angry. “My friend died, why are you doing this to me?” You tried to walk away, the blond boy grabbing your arm and turning you towards him, pulling you closer. “Don't touch me!” You shouted, using both hands to push him away, breaking free from his grip. “This is insane. Leave me alone!”

“Listen to me, Y/N.” He said calmly, raising his hands. “I’m telling you this, because you are in danger. What you did last night, was really stupid.” You snorted, looking down. “It was a vampire.” You looked back at him, shaking your head with a laugh. “I know this is—”

“You're crazy.” You replied, pointing at him and stepping back towards the front door. “Stay away from me and my friends, JJ.” You warned, tears emerging from the corner of your eyes.

He understood your reaction, he wasn't even able to believe it himself at first. “The vampire who killed your friend, almost killed you last night. I chased him away—”

“Shut up!” You snapped, rubbing your face. “I can't do this right now, it's too much, this is ridiculous.” JJ walked up to you, gently grabbing your hands, wanting to make you feel better. “What are you doing, don't—”

“I know this is a lot, Y/N.” He said calmly, using his thumb to caress the back of your hand, the action relaxing you a bit. “But you need to trust me, because i won't be able to protect you otherwise.”

“Why do you even want to protect me? What the fuck is going on, JJ?” You asked, getting lost in his deep blue eyes, his own ocean calming the battle growling inside you. “We barely know each other—”

“Because i’m pretty sure you’re his next target, and because i’m not like them.” He murmured, not breaking eye contact. “I’m not a killer, Y/N. You're safe with me.”

You frowned, pulling your hands away. “What are you talking about?” You narrowed your eyes. “What do you mean by i'm not a killer?” He looked down, nervous to admit it. “JJ!”

He looked up, swallowing hard. “I— I’m a vampire too, Y/N.” You gasped in horror, breathing heavily as you moved back, trying to approach the door as you looked at him, your heartbeat increasing. “I’m not gonna hurt you, i saved your life for a reason! But you needed to know the truth.”

True he did save your life, you thought. “What's wrong with me?” You asked out of nowhere, confusing him. “I— I was supposed to have a good and simple summer. But, my friend died and now this is— ” You paused, repulsing the urge to cry. “I can't do this right now.”

“Hey, hey, hey.” JJ whispered, walking up to you, your sadness breaking his heart. “Nothing’s wrong with you, Y/N.” You nodded, biting your lower-lip. “I just told you my biggest secret and—” He laughed, looking down. “And, you really think there is something wrong with you? I’m literally not breathing anymore.”

You couldn’t think straight anymore, looking down at your feet, wandering if this was real. JJ took your hands, the sound of your own heartbeat echoing through your head: he knew the feeling. You tried to remain calm, closing your eyes, breathing in and out, picturing yourself far away from here, far away from this mess, until a memory from your childhood came back to you.

You were around seven years old, sitting on the couch, listening to one of your dad’s stories about the OBX and his mysteries and family rituals: they were mostly scary and intriguing, you always enjoyed it. You thought they were nothing more than products of his imagination: always pretty impressed by the amount of details he was giving you. Maybe it wasn’t coming from his imagination, but from his own experiences.

“We all know how much your daughter is nosy.” “We better keep an eye on her.”

“Holy shit...” You murmured, opening your eyes. “My dad—” You looked up at JJ. “He used to talk about mystic creatures and—” You paused, breathing heavily. “This can’t be real.”

“I know, it’s a lot.” JJ said, still holding your hands. You sighed, briefly looking at his parted lips. “I— You can trust me, i’ll never do anything to hurt you.”

“Tell me everything, JJ.”

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The Word Of Your Body Duet (Roland x Rin Davies)

Andante, Andante

Word Count: 2500

Warnings: angst, bit of fluff mixed in with smut, one outdated word,

A/N: Everyone has their secrets, but sometimes we need someone to share them with. Roland just chooses his last night to let Rin in on his. This is a follow-up to Songbird

Roland sat on the edge of Rin's bed while she paced back and forth anxiously in front of him. Since he came over earlier in the evening, they only managed to kiss until their lips swelled. Rin had taken her gloves off, but refused to touch Roland anywhere with bare skin.

“I don't understand. You said I do nothing to ye?”

“You-you don't,” Rin stuttered. “At least not normally. This isn’t normal, Roland. We've known each other for over a year, and until yesterday neither of us have given any inkling that we are attracted to each other. I mean who wouldn't be attracted to you? Look at you, you're terribly handsome.”

Roland cocked an eyebrow, “Handsome in a terrible way. I'll admit t’the terrible part. I can be a bit..”

“Of a twat?”

“Much. It's the handsome part I don't know I’d agree with. There's not exactly a line around the block.”

“I just don't like surprises. I've had things happen.. To me. I can't take that again.”

Roland reached out and hooked his fingers in the belt loops of Rin’s jeans. He drew her down into his lap, his arms held her in place.

“First you’re giving me motion sickness watching all that back and forth. Second will ye just bloody touch me?! Anywhere, you'll see something I've never told anyone at this school. Not that I have friends besides you.”

Rin’s heart fell. That really couldn't be the truth? Roland wasn't all that bad, he was just a little.. blunt. Not that she had friends, present company aside. It was difficult for Rin to get close with anyone in case their true personalities showed through. She had a knack for telling people their feelings before they were even ready.

“What if I don't like what I see?”

“It's nothing that salacious. Just a wee bit I suppose,” there was a shrug in his shoulder. “If ye don't like it, ye never have t’see me again.”

“Why do you keep saying that like another semester won't roll around?”

“I'm moving to Perth,” he said matter of fact.

“AUSTRALIA?!” Rin was gobsmacked.

“Jupiter!” Roland gave a mock surprised face that teased the girl on his lap.

Rin shoved Roland somewhere between serious and playful. “Oh don't be a bastard!”

“I can't be one! My parents were married!” his brows furrowed in fake consternation. “As far as I know at least?” He stroked his chin in deep thought.

“Can you ever talk without sarcasm or snark?!”

“I'm like Tinkerbell, but I must be acerbic to live!”

Rin’s eyes nearly rolled back in her head. The banter was so natural between them. In that weird way you never notice how much you want or need someone until they won't be there tomorrow. She became instantly pained. Rin had never felt as at-ease with anyone, sharing her secrets and her songs as openly as she did with Roland.

Now her voice was soft and sad, “What's in Oz you can't find here?”

“They offered me a place at their sister conservancy. I've got family over there too. What's left of them.”

Roland nudged his nose against Rin’s. He nuzzled downwards and along her cheek. Taking a chance in kissing her once more where his nose had been. He let his lips linger on her skin, so she knew he would be an open book if she wanted. Even if it was just a day or so before he left her.

Rin draped her arms around Roland’s shoulders before kissing him again. There was a heat, that taste of smoke. Of trailers and RVs all parked together around campfires and music. Then a spice of peppers as his tongue overpowered hers. His kisses taste like Travellers, once called Gypsy.

Roland’s mouth was hungry for her as he awkwardly reached for the hem of her shirt. Desperate to feel Rin, she could tell. All of her. There was nothing sinister about his intentions. Just fiddles and drums and whiskey.

In a blur of laughter and limbs, Rin and Roland clambered to their feet to strip down to their underwear. She flattened her scarred hands on his chest. For someone who could see into someone's mind or emotions, how did Rin miss his olive skin? Those subtle differences that would've given him such grief if others knew.

Rin said it out loud in the sudden quiet. only Roland’s wild heartbeat under her fingers and heavy breath that builds. “You're a gypsy.”

Her eyes focused on his body. An ache between her thighs as she glanced down at the erection inside of his boxers. He wasn't embarrassed. In fact, he was quite confident for Roland at this moment.

Roland’s hands were in Rin’s hair. Entangled so that they tugged her head upwards with a pleasurable pain. She was forced to meet his eyes as he leaned down to mesh his mouth with hers again. His tongue darted in swiftly before she reciprocated. He let his hands stray down over her body to the hook of her bra where he fumbled but only briefly before it came free.

“Not anymore,” Roland’s voice thick.

“I'm sorry. Traveller?” Rin was apologetic.

Her hips involuntarily pushed into his as she lightly brushed her fingers down his body. They traced around his waist to the small of his back. That dip just above the band of his boxers.

“No, I mean I'm not a Traveller or a gypsy anymore. Best assimilate with the other gorja. Being “normal” has made everything easier.”

There was a sadness now in Roland's flesh. It flowed just underneath the surface as Rin embraced him. Her experience with tents and churches and people “speaking in tongues” as her parents forced her to perform “miracles” on blind faith punters bubbled over her surface and spread to Roland’s.

“Wren. It wasn't like that. I'm sad because I miss them. I'm ashamed of turning my back on the people who raised me. That's where I fell in love with music. C’mon you’re ruining our last night!”

Roland let go and laid on the bed with his back to the wall. He propped himself up on his elbow and tapped the bed a few times. “Let me take care of you?” An eyebrow arched suggestively.

“You know what you're doing?”

Still, Rin laid down beside Roland on her back. He bent forward with a hand on her neck and pecked her lips softly. Once. Twice, before she opened her mouth and welcomed his tongue. They mingled and danced with each other as Rin slipped her hand inside the fly of Roland’s boxers so she could trace her fingers along his erection.

There was a sharp intake of breath as Roland’s stomach contracted at her touch. Rin knew it was more of a delighted surprise as her hand now curled around the shaft and began to stroke back and forth. Her fingertips worked up a friction as he finally exhaled heavily into her. Then, with just a moment’s hesitation, palmed her between the legs.

Rin’s turn to gasp in pleasure as he rubbed swift circles on her underwear. Teased her until a wetness formed that he pushed the fabric aside to get to. His fingers easily slid in and out of her until they almost started to play. Hooked and curved like she was guitar strings. Rin clenched her eyes shut in ecstasy as she broke the kiss to bury her hand at a pillow. With their guard down, Roland began to play.

Rin got lost in the way his fingers moved inside of her. They searched and learned as they went. She felt Roland’s eyes on her as he darted in over her G-Spot, but Rin thought that to be accidental. Still he forged on; only stopping when her body started to jerk just slightly. He kept at it once he realized that was her clit.

Roland craned again to cover Rin’s mouth with a kiss. His hand never ended manipulating her as he opened a door to her gifts. She was at her most vulnerable, and welcomed him in.

Roland stood just outside the caravan his family spent their summers. He and his Dá had their rows over the enrollment at the conservancy. How had he saved that much money, and why had he disobeyed the rules of the family? Every penny earned went to them, the community. Not some gorja school in Cork.

Roland knew if he left he would be excommunicated from them. He couldn't return, they would make sure he wouldn't be able to find them. Still, with his kit and guitar he looked ahead and never back. He wouldn't always blend in; when he hit it big, Roland would pay them their respect.

By first year's end, gifted students like him were set up with mentors. Someone who had been around the program for a few years. She was pretty with soul piercing blue eyes and jet black hair. Roland was smitten.

Unused to outsiders who moved kind of slow compared to Traveller girls who weren't afforded time. They married by 17 or 18; his own mother was only 33 years old while Roland was 18. Yet in his culture, sex before marriage was unheard of. They dated in large chaperoned groups, and being alone with a woman was forbidden until marriage. His mentor took advantage of that. Of him.

It started the way some flings do, innocent flirting. Then one day as they sat side by side on the piano bench, she stopped playing and made a pattern of nothing on Roland’s thigh. She lightly scratched the denim material before passing over his crotch. Roland played faster to match his breathing as she started to tighten her grip on his noticeable erection. She unzipped his jeans, delved inside his boxers to take his naked cock in her hand. His improvised playing matched the way she began to jerk him off. Frenzied. Clandestine. Wanton. His music and the way he felt were both.. Perfect.

That's the way she did it. Told him it was more fun to keep it hidden. Just between them when it was their time in the practice suites. How powerful it made Roland feel to have a secret like that. How she went down on him some days. Or when they finally fucked (Roland was convinced it was more) on the piano bench. She rode him while he admitted he loved her. He always said he loved her. She would ignore him.

His scores faltered a bit, but his teachers agreed it was probably the adjustment to conservancy life. He was still better than nearly everyone, which made his head grow. Until one afternoon when they were in the room. A surprise.

Roland laid on top of Rin, her legs bent around him. He dug through the pockets of his jeans almost frantically. He was pressed hard into her thigh, but Rin urged him inside of her.

“What are you doing?”

“I forgot a condom.”

“Doesn't matter”

“Do ye really want t’have a baby with someone like me?”

“I can't have them,” Rin was matter of fact.

“Oh.. I'm sorry?” Roland pushed up on one arm to get a better look at her.

“I don't know if you should be. I'm not exactly chuffed with myself half days, imagine me as a mum. With my,” she held her hands aloft. Roland kissed them.

“Then you're meant for so much more.” It was a whisper as he sunk inside of his friend.

Rin’s breath caught in her throat for the hundredth time that evening. She held Roland as he moved in her the same way his fingers had. Her hands splayed along his shoulders as they found a cadence; silent except for their breathing. Roland’s heavy. Rin's airy as she realized a little more about him.

She was married. With a little girl about 7 or 8. Roland knew her husband as the head of the classical music department. Roland’s department. He listened as they talked about him like an art exhibit instead of a human. technique not passion.

But the husband found out, and Roland was placed in the folk music program. It just made him heart sick for Ireland and caravans and Sunday night cèilidh. How he couldn't go back, but she had stopped him from moving forward. Folk music, HIS music, required love and emotion and Roland had been told he was only good for the technical.

Then he did something he hadn't done since he was 3 or 4, Roland just stopped. He'd play something that was mechanical and cold and hard like he would become. Even if Rin had changed his view these past few months.

Rin loved Roland in that moment as he rocked harder and faster. And he loved her. It wasn't the romantic kind; that was ok too. Sometimes you just need a partner to play music with.

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Alsar 65: I'm Holding my Stomach

"Then, is this design okay?" (It’s a bit more like “Can you do this design?” )

"Oh, leave it to me! I'd like to change some things, so please drop by sometime."

The carpenter who was introduced by Ally-san seems to be a designer too, and when he told us what he wanted, he took notes and asked questions such as "What do you want to do here?" And "How many children's rooms do you want?" In regard to the arrangement of the rooms.

Thanks to that, I had lunch on the way, but today the rough floor plan was decided and we were also able to finish the draft up to the last detail.

"Then please!"

"Thank you"

"We’ll be back in a couple of days." 

The carpenter sent us off and we left the store.

Now Fer-san is holding my left hand and Chris-san and Sig-san walk behind us while talking.

I’ve been thinking, when did it become a rule to always hold hands with at least one person?

They normally hold my hand and I don’t say anything and there’s no opportunity to refuse, well it's not like I hate it so it’s fine but…

"I didn't expect that it would take this long. It's already evening, so let's go home,okay?"

"Yes, but are children’s rooms that necessary ...?"

As I walked home, I looked up and listened to Fer-san, who said with a smiling face.

Children's rooms, 5 rooms ...

Me bearing that many children! ?? Is what I thought, though I was told that wasn’t a problem.

In the first place, it feels strange to talk about children even though we really haven’t talked about it in depth...

"Well, even if you don't give birth to that many,a storeroom would be useful, right? If you give birth to five children, we’ll be able to raise them, so don't worry?"

"Hmm ... that's right ... and the servant's room ..."

I was told it would be a good idea for there to be an extra room, and it was incorporated into the floor plan.

"Ren-chan isn't going to quit being an adventurer, right? Then you have to have a room for the person who will take care of the kids while you're away? It's essential for an adventurer with all your companions, so even if it’s small it’s necessary "

"Well, I understand that but ... I didn’t grow up in that kind of environment, so it feels strange ..."

I’ve been through a lot to become an adventurer, so I want to continue after getting married, I was told that if I couldn’t look after my child then there should be a room for a babysitter. I feel torn.

When I heard that, I thought I should quit being an adventurer for a while, but as a support magician who can support three people, I should be able to reduce the risk of injury and death by doing subjugations together, so I want to continue. So I agreed to make a servant room.

Malik would think! I don't feel like saying that …( I really didn’t get this one not even when my friend explained to me, but Ren is worried about Malik’s opinion on the matter it seems)

"Oh, I will move to that house two days after tomorrow, but I have some furniture, so I wonder if I can leave it as it is? I still don't know if it will fit the new house even if I buy some."

"Ah, but why not just renew the bed in the master bedroom? I think the bed there is too small for us and Ren-kun."

"When you say that, it's certainly impossible for four people. Okay, let’s go to the furniture store tomorrow?"

"It should be as big as possible, right?"

When the three of them talk, it becomes a conversation above me and it is difficult to get into it, so I usually just listen to it.

If there is no particular problem, I won’t try to interrupt them

Besides, they talk to me properly, and even now, Fer-san's is still holding my hand, so I don't feel like I'm out of the group, and it's fun to see the three of them having fun.

"Oh, I can see Malik's house. Today I have to give Ren-kun back to Malik."

"Is Malik already at home?"

"Well ... today his shift should end by evening, so I think it's about time for him to come back."

Yeah, I’m sure.

I have a table with his shifts because the shift changes every month, but I can't confirm it because I keep it at home.

"Let's say hello. He let you stay yesterday ..."

"Really? You think it wasn’t a problem letting cute Ren stay with you?" 

"Fugu !?"

"Wow !? Malik-san!? Sig-san is falling! Please let go!"

I think it happened while Sig-san said that, pointing at the house, from behind, a hand extended to Sig-san's solid neck and wrapped around it as if squeezing.

I didn't notice him, but it seems that Malik-san is strangling Sig-san with all his might.

I ask him to let go immediately! 

"Oh, I can't help it if it’s Ren's request. Fine."

"Goho ... haha ​​... Mari ... ku-san ..."

"Sig-san, are you okay !? Doesn’t your neck hurt? If it hurts should I use 「Heal」? "

Malik-san relaxed his grip and released Sig-san with a look that as if he couldn't help it.

I hurriedly approached Sig-san who was coughing violently while kneeling in place.He shook his head so it seems there’s no pain.

"It's okay. I wouldn't be as careless as to hurt him .... Anyway, you guys come in, also there’s something I need to say to Chris, okay?" 

Malik-san, who is quietly angry and looks unpleasantly sullen, says to the three of them, but why does he want to talk to Chris-san?

But ... before that ...!

"Malik-san? Please apologize to Sig-san? It may have been bad to stay without permission, but it's terrible to go for his vulnerable neck from behind, understand?" 

"Ah…"

It was fine because Sig-san has training, but an ordinary person would have been strangled in the blink of an eye,  why did he strangle him anyway!

When I got angry with that in mind, my pout turned into a troubled expression, and I was scratching my head. ( My friend told me that while the “scratching my head” here can literally just be that it’s also used when someone is embarrassed or suffering) 

"If you don't apologize, I won't make lunch for a while!"

"What!? ... I'm sorry."

"No…" (This no is more like “it’s fine...”) 

This is the only way I can express my anger, so when I declared that, Malik-san made a terribly surprised face and immediately apologized.  I reach my hand out to Sig-san who is crouching to help him stand up. (しゃがみ込む = to squat; to crouch down completely  generally with face looking through knees)

It seems he really said  "I look forward to Ren’s bento everyday" before.

"Hmm ... I'm home for now let’s go in ..."

Malik goes into the house while sighing so those three follow suit.

"Well, sit down"

As we enter the living room, we are asked to sit on the rug, so we do so obediently.

"Malik-san, yesterday I suddenly stayed somewhere else, I’m sorry ... were you angry because of that ...?"

"Ah ... well, Ren is an adult too? So it 's fine. The problem is Chris. If you want to contact me, please contact me directly.Because I wasn’t there at that time I was ridiculed as I had to rely on Hugo to pass the message !? " 

"Eh…?"

He isn’t angry because of the overnight stay?

Eh, Chris-san, didn’t you contact him directly! ??

Thinking so, I look at Chris-san who is sitting next to me looking at Malik-san as if nothing happened. 

"Eh ~? Malik wasn't there, but if you got home, wouldn't you be surprised if Ren wasn't there, I thought you would worry, so I asked them to pass on the message ~? Are you angry? "

It doesn't sound like Chris-san's way of speaking ...

Well, if he  wasn't there at that time, it can’t be helped but ... What does he mean by ridicule?

"... Ku. That's right. You're not in the wrong. The problem is Hugo."

"Right?"

"I don't care about perfection ...?  ...? He didn’t deserve to be strangled ..." 

It seems that Malik-san admitted that Chris wasn't in the wrong,  dropping his shoulders.

And poor Sig-san (愁傷様です=しゅうしょう = shuushou, my friend explained to me that this expression is used to when someone dies or the situation is just to pitiful)

"Hmm ... I can make tea. Malik-san hasn't eaten yet, right? I'll make something, so you three eat too and then please go home."

"Oh, yes"

Apparently that was all, so I decided to make dinner after brewing tea.

There should be various ingredients in the refrigerator, so I wonder if I should look inside and decide on the menu.

"Yes. Today is a simple grated pork rice bowl, miso soup, and salad."

"" "Itadakimasu" ""

Everyone seemed to like what I made and ate quickly.

The grated pork bowl is made by dropping daikon radish on top of boiled and sliced meat then adding seasonings such as soy sauce and lemon juice. It's a solid but refreshing taste, so it's perfect for hot summers. When I was in Japan, I used to make it in the summer.

"As expected, Ren's food is delicious .... Oh, that's right. You guys, do you intend to not take quests for a while? "

"It's really delicious, isn't it? I intend to accept something once I've moved to my temporary residence ..." 

Malik-san, who was eating ravenously, says as he remembered.

The three of them said we’d look for a house and wouldn’t take quests for a week.

I wonder… if there’s something good to accept.

However, since I became B rank, it is one rank up and down.

In other words, it seems that you can only receive quests from A rank to C rank,I can't take the F rank Lulu leaf collection quest anymore. 

"That’s good then, some quests arrived that only you can take, 3 solo quests and one for a party, If you can, why don't you take them? "

"We still have a month before we go to the royal capital .... I'll decide after returning to the guild and checking the contents of the quest. Can Ren do the party quest too?" 

"Ah, yes"

Sig-san  answers, mhh but a party quest...

What is it like?

Are solo quests impossible for me

I’ll have to go to the guild and take a look tomorrow...

The three returned to the guild after getting permission to stay when Malik-san isn’t at night.

TN: Poor Sig...

Ahh It's here ＼(￣▽￣)／ I actually finished translating  yesterday at like 5 AM (Because who needs sleep… ) but I was waiting for my friend to reply to my messages and it’s hard because of the time difference.  

The previous translator liked to put food pictures whenever Ren cooked and as a foodie and someone who loves cooking, I really liked that so I decided to do it too!

I hope you liked it, I really like translating and it is fun also I learn so many new things. 

Take care and if you see typos, grammar errors or whatever feel free to tell me, I want to do my best but English isn’t my first language and I’m still learning japanese. 

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[danurso]

White Knight Christmas

*a few days before christmas*

Nora/Ruby/Pyrrha: *preparing the christmas tree*

Blake/Yang/Ren: *decorating the rest of the room*

Jaune: *gets in carrying a box full of christmas stuff* here's the rest of the stuff we have.

Weiss: why do we need all of this? what we have is already more than enough.

Jaune: well, a bit more of decoration can't really hurt anyone snow angel.

Weiss: i already told you to stop calling me like that!

Jaune: s-sorry *sheepishly* i guess i got carried away.

Weiss: *with crossed arms and an annoyed expression* then don't get carried away again you annoying dolt.

Jaune: *upset* right, sorry. . .

Yang: geez ice queen, can't you leave poor vomit boy alone at least on christmas?

Weiss: as far as i know, we're still a week away from christmas, and why would i need to change my attitude towards arc just because of it?

Ruby: cause if you keep being a bad girl santa won't visit you.

Weiss: *deadpans* do i look like a five year old who still believes in the santa claus?

Ruby: he's real! And will only give dust to someone like you!

Weiss: *rolls her eyes* anything you say ruby. So, is that everything?

Pyrrha: we still need some more lights and decorations for the tree.

Weiss: more? Do we even have more?

Nora: there are a few boxes with decorations on the closet.

Weiss: okay, come help me arc. *walks to the closet*

Jaune: s-sure. *follows*

Ruby: *pouting* why does weiss always treats jaune like that, he's such a nice guy.

Yang: no idea sis, but one day justice will find its way towards weiss.

Weiss: *opens the closet*

Yang: *grins* and apparently, the day is today

Weiss: are these all the lights and decorations we need?

Yang: yup, they are. And weiss. . .

Weiss: what?

Yang: could you look up for a moment please?

Weiss: *looks up, staring at a mistletoe* what is this?

Jaune: *also looking up* is this. . . *blushes* a-a mistletoe!?

Nora: *grinning* it looks like one.

Yang: and you know what happens when two people get under a mistletoe, right?

Jaune: *blushes deeper*

Weiss: what even is a mistletoe?

Yang: ohh, you don't know? Then let me tell you. *goes to her ear and starts whispering*

Weiss: . . . *red* w-what!? I-im not kissing arc! Not in a million years!!!

Yang: you need to, its the tradition.

Weiss: i don't care about tradition!! I'm not kissing arc of all people!!

Nora: aww look at her, she's all red and embarrassed.

Weiss: i-i'm not embarrassed!!

Yang: yeah, ice queen is always acting all high and mighty, boasting about how mature she is, but at the end of the day she's just a awkward teenager like us.

Weiss: don't start comparing me to you!

Yang: then kiss him, if you're so mature as you play out to be you won't have a problem right? After all, it's just a kiss, why make such a fuss about it?

Weiss: *clenching her jaw, still very red* . . .

Yang: so? What will it be? are you gonna kiss him or are you going to admit how you're not different from us?

Weiss: i hate you, i swear i do. . .

Nora: that still not an answer.

Weiss: . . .f-fine!

Jaune: what!?

Weiss: *turning to him but avoiding eye contact, her cheeks still very red* i-it's just a single meaningless kiss, i have no qualms with it.

Jaune: *gulps, his face hot like fire* r-right.

Weiss: but if you tell anyone i'll kill you a hundred times, got it!?

Jaune: y-yeah, i did.

Weiss: okay. . .so. . .

*jaune leans down while weiss tiptoes to try and reach him, their faces burning hot like fire as they get closer and eventually meet lips, it was a very awkward exchange for both parties, and as soon as it started it ended*

Jaune: *face burning*

Weiss: *looking away, face red like a tomato* done, are you satisfied?

Yang: only two seconds, could be better but still good.

Weiss: if that's all, i'll go and wash my mouth now. *walks into the bathroom, locking the door behind her*

Yang: welp, that happened.

Ruby: jaune? You okay?

Jaune: *face still burning while muttering* i kissed weiss. . .i kissed weiss. . .i kissed weiss. . .

Yang: aaand we lost him, ice queen fried poor vomit boy's brain. still, how did that mistletoe ended up there?

Nora: *grinning* nooo idea. Who would be capable of doing such a thing? *winks*

Yang: you sneaky bastard.

Nora: *shrugs* she wasn't being nice to our fearless leader, so i thought this could be an nice way to apologise.

Yang: you're a genius.

Nora: hehe, thank you~

*a week later on christmas*

Ruby: PRESENTS!!!!

Yang: whoa, chill out sis, lets take it a bit slowly okay?

Ruby: *pouts* okay. . .

Pyrrha: so? Who's going to start?

Nora: fearless leader got a lot of presents from his sisters, why don't we let him start?

Jaune: *nervously* o-oh uhh, i-i'll pass, i can open them later.

Ruby: ooookaay. . .then i think i'll have to start things off! *picks her first present and starts obliterating the box*

Blake: so, what's wrong with jaune? *staring at jaune who's visibly red and fidgeting on weiss' side*

Yang: you don't know?

Blake: about what?

Yang: about how jaune and weiss kissed under a mistletoe.

Blake: that happened a week ago, why is he still so nervous about it.

Yang: oh, so you don't know.

Blake: i don't know about what?

Yang: after they kissed for the first time a week ago they came across several more mistletoes, they must've found at least fourteen of them just on the last six days, and you know what happens when two people get under a mistletoe right?

Blake: i do. Now it makes more sense on why he's so nervous.

Yang: poor vomit boy must've got a brain damage after kissing ice queen so many times.

Blake: still, how did they managed to get across mistletoes so often like that?

Yang: that you'll have to ask nora.

Blake: nora did that?

Yang: yup.

Blake: and how did she knew exactly when and where would jaune and weiss be together?

Yang: i have no idea. but don't worry about vomit boy, i told nora earlier to not play with the mistletoes anymore since ruby was whining about how jaune would end up broken sooner or later because of the constant kisses.

Blake: still, something seems off about it.

Yang: who cares? It's christmas! We have more urgent matters called 'presents'

*knock-knock*

Yang: *groans* who is it!?

*silence*

Yang: aww come on. . .who's getting the door?

Weiss: why don't you make yourself useful and get the door arc?

Ruby: weiss!

Weiss: what?

Jaune: i-its fine ruby, i'll get the door. *gets up and walks to the door, opening it* hello? *stares at the empty corridor before looking down and noticing a small light blue box* there's a present here.

Ruby: *with stars in her eyes* did santa left something for me!?

Jaune: i don't think so. . . *picks up the box* here says its for weiss schnee.

Weiss: are you serious? *gets up and walks to him, picking the box and opening it*

Yang: so? What is it?

Weiss: its a letter.

Ruby: it's from santa?

Weiss: *rolls her eyes and picks up the small letter* it says 'look up' why do i need to- *looks up, blushing instantly*

Jaune: what? *also looks up, blushing instantly at the sight of yet another mistletoe* h-how did that ended up here!?

Weiss: w-why are you asking me!? I don't know who's been doing this but this trick is already getting old!

Nora: so what!? You know the rules!

Weiss: Yeah we do! Shut up about it!

Jaune: *very red* d-do we really need to do this?

Weiss: *red* i don't want to! But it's not like i have another choice you idiot!

Jaune: *even redder* s-so. . .w-we're kissing a-again?

Weiss: d-don't make a big deal out of this! I-it's not like i want to do this or something like that, let's just end this as quickly as possible, okay?

Jaune: *nods nervously*

Weiss: good.

Ruby: *sighs* didn't you to tell nora to stop with the mistletoes?

Yang: i did, and i thought she was going to stop with them. *looking at nora*

Nora: what?

Yang: weren't you gonna stop with the mistletoes?

Nora: and i did.

Yang: then who put that mistletoe up there?

Nora: *shrugs* no idea.

Yang: so you've been spreading mistletoes all around them on the last few days but this one in specific wasn't you?

Nora: *raises eyebrow* what are you talking about?

Yang: the mistletoes you've been placing around for a week! That's what i'm talking about!

Nora: i have no idea what you're talking about.

Yang: don't play dumb nora, you told me that you were the one who placed the mistletoe on the closet a week ago.

Nora: yeah, i did but that was it, i didn't placed any other besides that.

Yang: wait, so if you didn't put those around, then who did? *looks at ruby*

Ruby: don't look to me, i don't want my best friend to lose his mind.

Yang: blake?

Blake: *raises eyebrow* do i look like i would do this?

Yang: no, you don't. ren?

Ren: *shrugs*

Yang: pyr-

Pyrrha: *glaring mortal daggers at the mistletoe*

Yang: *terrified* y-yeah, it probably wasn't you either.

Ruby: so if it wasn't any of us, then who did?

Blake: i don't know, but to be able to get them so often like that it would need to be someone close to us.

Yang: that knows where and when jaune and weiss are going to be together. . .

Ruby: someone that can have as many mistletoes as the person wants. . .

Blake: and that has access to all the places we've seen so far. . .

Nora: someone very smart and that could do all of this without raising any suspicions. . .

Yang: and that would benefit from jaune and weiss kissing all the time. . .

R_BY/Nora: someone like. . . *looks directly at weiss*

Weiss: what are you all mumbling about? A-and why are you all giving me this creepy look!?

R_BY/Nora: *smirking*

Nora: soo, is there something you wanna share with us weiss?

Weiss: *nervously* w-what are you talking about?

Yang: come to think of it, you and jaune had to kiss under a mistletoe that suddenly appeared on the doorway of our room after we left to the library a few days ago, right?

Weiss: right.

Yang: and you were the last one to leave the room on that day, right?

Weiss: so what?

Yang: so you had the perfect change to place the mistletoe on the room without we noticing.

Weiss: *red* t-that's ridiculous! Why would i do that!?

Blake: because you knew that jaune would try to apologise to you, so you took the opportunity to lure him into your trap and get another kiss from him.

Ruby: you have access to all places we've seen mistletoes so far.

Nora: and you have more than enough money to buy these mistletoes.

Weiss: *very red* t-that d-d-doesn't make a-any sense! W-why would i d-do t-t-that!?

Jaune: yeah, i-i mean, she doesn't even like me. Why would she do that?

Yang: yeah ice queen, why are you doing that? Don't tell me you developed a crush on jaune?

Weiss: N-NOT IN A MILLION YEARS!!!

Yang: really? *grins* then you won't mind if i take your place right?

RWB_/JNPR: WHAT!?

Yang: what? *gets up and walks to them* you said you don't like him, right?

Weiss: r-right.

Yang: so i'll do you a favor and kiss him for you, you already kissed him more than enough and since you hate him so much i think i can do that for you.

Weiss: what!? You can do that!?

Yang: yeah, it's on the rules. so don't worry about it ice queen, i'll take this one for you.

Weiss: . . .

Yang: who knows? If his kiss feel good enough i might take him out for a test drive and maybe buy the whole package.

Weiss: wha- are you serious!?

Yang: i sure am! So? Ready for some action ladykiller?

Jaune: *very red* i-i- uhmm. . .well. . .

Weiss: *visibly shaking* . . .

Yang: *licks her lips* well, here i go. *holds jaune's shoulder and leans closer and closer, until-*

Weiss: STOP!!!

Yang: *halts and looks back at her with a grin* stop? Why?

Weiss: BECAUSE I AM THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN KISS HIM!!! *flinches and covers her mouth, her face burning red*

Yang: *grin gets wider* you are?~ and why?

Weiss: *looking away* . . .

Yang: not gonna tell me? Fine, then i think i'll have to kiss him. *leans on jaune again*

Weiss: BECAUSE I LIKE HIM!!!

Yang: you do?

Jaune: *dark red* you do!?

Weiss: *very red and looking away* i-i do. . . *sighs* at the beginning i thought you were only after me because of my name and wealth. . .but. . .after the ball, i realized that you genuinely cared for me, and that realization made me open my eyes to see how you really are *fidgeting* i was trying to avoid it but there more i learned about you. . . *blushing more* the more i fell for you.

Jaune: *speechless*

Weiss: i wanted to just be able to open up about what i felt but every time you came around i started to get nervous and got mean to you as a reflex. . .and when we got under that mistletoe and. . .*blushing even more* k-kissed. . .it was amazing to me.

Jaune: . . .

Weiss: . . .and i wanted to try it again, so i bought as many mistletoes as i could and hired some people to help me place them in key spots around the academy where i knew i would be with you. . .i-im sorry for not being more direct about my feelings, it's just that i've never felt like this before, and had no idea on how to act, specially after being so mean to you during most of the year. . .i'll understand if you don't want anything to do with me.

Jaune: w-what!? It's not like that!

Weiss: *staring at him*

Jaune: *blushes* i-i mean. . .yeah, i felt bad after kissing you these last few days but it was because i thought you were being forced to it, and i thought that you hated me because of that. . .i felt guilty because while i thought you hated, i really really liked kissing you.

Weiss: *even redder*

Jaune: they weren't long, b-but i really enjoyed them.

Weiss: m-me too. . .i just hope i can make up for what i did one day.

Yang: why wait? I don't know if you realized ice queen, but you two are still under that mistletoe, and you haven't kissed yet.

Jaune/Weiss: *dark red*

Yang: *grins* so why don't you give him a real kiss this time? Y'know, to make up for the previous ones.

Weiss: well. . .i-if you don't mind. . .

Jaune: i don't! I-i mean, i don't. . .

Weiss: so, can i?

Jaune: s-sure. . . *leans down nervously*

Weiss: *gulps holding his face* . . . *tiptoes, slowly placing her lips on top of his, this time they both seem to melt into the kiss and enjoy it while it lasted*

Jaune: *breaking for oxygen* t-that. . .was. . .

Weiss: . . .wow.

Jaune: yeah. . .wow.

Yang: that's good, finally a decent kiss.

Weiss: . . . . *pulls him down into another kiss*

Yang: wow, that one is good too, but you two didn't needed to kiss again.

Jaune: *wraps arms around her waist and lifts her without breaking the kiss*

Blake: wow, they're really going for it.

Weiss: *digging her fingers into his golden locks as their kiss evolves into a heated make out*

Ruby: aren't they getting a bit too much into it.

Jaune: *carries weiss to his bed, laying her on it and getting on top of her, their making out getting more and more heated*

Blake: should we stop them?

Weiss: *inserts her hands on his hoodie to feel his toned chest*

Nora: why? *starts recording with her scroll* this is getting really good.

Jaune: *starts getting down, kissing and nibbling her neck*

Weiss: *moan* j-jaune~!

Ren: i think we should give them some privacy. *throws nora over his shoulder and walks away*

Nora: *whines*

Blake: agreed *walks away*

Yang: you two are coming as well. *throws pyrrha and ruby over her shoulder*

Ruby: *crying* b-but my presents!

Pyrrha: *in a state of comatose*

Yang: have fun you two! *leaves*

Jaune: *stops working on her neck* oh, and by the way, merry christmas snow angel.

Weiss: *breathless* right. . .merry christmas for you too. . .now please keep going.

Jaune: no need to ask twice snow angel. . .i can call you snow angel now right? *gets back to attacking her neck*

Weiss: *loud moan* anything you want just don't stop now!

(Wow, this is probably the longest story i've ever written here, it was so long that i had to delete a fourth of it to fit in here, so if you're curious about how the full version is i'll leave a link down here)

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[ikesengoficss]

I just saw your inbox is open for request so I'm here! I think it's amazing you're taking requests, you're awesome! I already know the rules, and I wanted to ask if it's okay with you an HC of Sirius, Luka, Zero and Kyle on how they take care of an ill MC who refuses to admit she's ill? ❤ thank you, don't feel any pressure just do it if you feel like 🌟💕

What a sweet requests! Of course~

I hope you like it! Please tell me what you think :)

Sirius, Luka, Kyle and Zero and how they take care of an ill MC who refuses to admit she’s ill

Sirius Oswald

This man will have herbal tea coming out. his. ass, he is more than prepared for taking care of you when you are sick. 

What he wasn’t too prepared for was you refusing that you were ill in any way. You’re a stubborn little lady, as he’s learned with your relationship growing and growing. 

But he was not expecting you to accept the tea, then stop midway for a sip to immediately put it down when you realized he was giving it to you because you were sick. 

“I’m not sick! I can still work, alright? This is nothing, seriously.” 

He knows there will be no stopping you from working, since once you have a drive to do something, there is nothing stopping you. But he will be watching you every second, and he’s waiting till that moment comes when you finally succumb to your illness. Voluntarily or not.

Trying to clean a bookshelf, you’ll sway to the left, and before you know it you’re swaying way far left. But you don’t hit the ground, instead falling safely into a warm pair of arms. You look up, and there is Sirius, quirking an eyebrow. “Little lady, I think it’s time you lay down for a bit.”

You want to refuse, but you’re too tired. So you allow him to bring you to your room, laying you under the warm covers, and, oh… a cup of herbal tea already on the night stand waiting for you. 

He’ll be with you whenever he can. The moment he has a spare time from work, he’ll be coming to check on you.

If he comes to find you sleeping, he’ll sit on the edge of the bed, gently combing his fingers through your hair. He can feel how much body heat is radiating off of you and it break his heart, truly, to feel just how ill you are. 

He’s going to cook you a nice dinner too. He’ll bring you up some soup; chicken noodle. And he’ll feed it to you too. He refuses to let you lift a finger at this point. 

“Do you believe me now that you are sick,” he chuckles. You roll your eyes. 

“This is merely a little cold. Nothing more.”

Luka Clemence

Luka tends to do the same thing, in denying that he’s sick when he actually is sick. So now he understands what it is like to be on the other side, incredibly frustrated at someone for refusing to admit they are indeed sick. Just why did it have to be you, he thinks. 

He can’t take it anymore when he’s watching you fight to stay awake as you slice carrots, and almost cut your finger off! He’s pulling the knife away from you, and oh god, up close he can feel how hot you are. 

He looks at your face, and there are heavy bags beneath your eyes, not to mention your eyes are red. And now up close, he’s noticing that you’re shaking as if you were incredibly cold, but there would be no chance for you to be. 

This is the final straw for him. He takes a deep breath and gently asks you to sit at the table while he finishes the cooking. “MC, please don’t argue… just sit here for a moment, ok?” He is very gentle.

Luka quickly finishes the dinner you two started for everyone, and he makes you a little something different; soup, and some toast. 

When he turns around to tell you he’s completed dinner, you’re asleep slumped in your chair. 

Careful not to wake you, he brushes the strands of hair that stick to your sweaty face. Then he lifts you from your chair and brings you to his room, laying you down in his bed. 

Once he’s handed out dinner, he is pleasantly surprised to return and see you still sleeping. He gets right to taking care of you, pressing a cool compress to your head, and ordering for medicine to be brought to him immediately. 

When you do wake up, if you try to get up, or continue to deny being sick, at all, he will gently push on your shoulders — a little tap is enough for you to fall back in the bed — till you are laying back down. 

“Look… I really understand where you are coming from. I know you want to keep working, but if you don’t break this fever, you could become seriously ill. So please, if just for the rest of the day, stay in bed.”

Kyle Ash

bro. you better stop, stop 

This man is a doctor, and trying to hide it, trying to deny it, is not going to work one bit. 

And he certainly won’t put up with it either. As a doctor, to see anyone disregarding their health is upsetting to him. Your health and safety is the most important thing to him, and for you to not take it seriously hurts.

So you can damn well expect that Kyle isn’t taking any of that, “I’m fine,” or, “It’s just allergies,” bull. 

He’ll point across the room and says, “hey, look at that,” and once you’ve looked over, he’ll suddenly swoop you up and over his shoulder, dragging you to the nursery. 

“Please, Kyle, put me down, I promise you, I’m not sick!”

“Very well, I will put you down,” he says as he lays on the bed. But before you can even think about getting up, he is straddling you, and leaning over to gently hold your arms above your head. “But stop denying that you are sick. I’ve watched you for the last hour sluggishly trudge down the halls because you can hardly carry your own weight,

“I’ve listened to you cough into the night— don’t deny it, no matter how hard you tried to muffle it, I heard it. 

“And god,” he presses his hand to your forehead, “You’re burning up. So honey, quit the crap. You’re sick.” Kyle’s not here to play

For the rest of the day, his is making sure you are resting, a nice cool compress resting upon your forehead. He also has a window open slightly to let in fresh air. It’s important you have some fresh air. 

Though he’ll be in the room with you, it’ll be fairly quiet, and he won’t really interact with you unless it is to get you anything. He wants you resting; that means sleeping. And you can’t sleep if you’re talking with each other. 

So he has the lights dimmed and sits at the other side of the room with a bottle of whiskey, and watches as you sleep.

Zero

He’s probably stuck with what to do actually. He knows you’re sick, everyone around you knows you are sick, it is just you who refuses to admit it. And he’s not a very forceful guy, so he’s kinda stuck.

On one end, he really wants you to get some rest to fight off that fever he can practically feel radiating off of you from a mile away. On the other hand, he doesn’t want to upset you. You know you’re body, and you know how you’re feeling.

But in this case, he really can’t just stand by. He actually asks Kyle for some help, and the two of them band together to form a plan. Kyle distracts you, and Zero sneaks up behind you to lift you up, dragging you back to his room. 

He’s dedicating the entire day to taking care of you. 

Precious boy really just wants you to get better; for one, so you can stop glaring at him from under the covers. 

He stays with you the whole day. Duty may call, but in the end, you are what’s most important. He’ll lay beside you, keeping a safe distance so he doesn’t catch whatever you have. He’ll hold your hand too.

He will bring you up food, and help feed you if you need it. He’ll help you to drink water— you need lots of liquid.

If you vomit at all, within seconds he has a bucket beneath you to catch anything. He is mega prepared, and has fast reflexes.

You may feel a little embarrassed afterwards, but don’t you worry, Zero is there to assure you immediately there is nothing to be embarrassed about. 

“You’re sick, MC. I know you don’t want to admit it, but you are, so don’t feel embarrassed by this. It’s alright… no, don’t move, just lay back, okay? I’ll clean it up… I just want you to get better. So please, relax. Let me handle everything.” 

By evening, you’ve become so sluggish, you finally come to terms with being sick, and you can hardly move. He helps you in taking a bath. He is gentle with his ministrations, keeping you upright and lathering you with soap. It is very comfortable, and relaxing, and has you beginning to wonder why you just didn’t admit to being sick in the first place just to be treated so royally like this by your loving boyfriend. 

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