#I need more sleep medicine but I don’t have the money to spare for that lmao | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

sadcat5544 · 2 years

Text

Diffidence

It’s a cold, windy night in Zaun, you have nothing to eat or drink or rather anything to afford. You wander the cold, wet streets looking for anyone to hopefully spare some food or medicine. Your little sister lays sick in her bed in your shit-hole apartment, without funds for any medication or potions, you are left with no option except to go out in the cold, dark world, alone and scared.

Rain patters against the tinted window of your roommates bedroom. A neon purple glow radiates outside of your living space illuminating the inside interior. Your sister pale to look at, lays on her bed, head against her pillow staring at you with sunken eyes. Dark rings were around her eyelids due to the lack of sleep she received. A wet cough came from her throat.

“Do we have anymore of the acetaminophen?” She asked weakly. Placing a cold cloth against her forehead, you sadly shake your head no.

“We ran out last night. I’ll have to go out and get some more.” She smiles softly and shakes her no. Leaning a little closer and putting the towel back into the lukewarm bowl you place it back on her forehead. “Lana, I have to, otherwise you’ll get worse.”

“It’s not worth the trouble. We don’t have the money for it.”

“I’ll figure something out.” You say softly. Standing up and walking out of the room you start going through drawers and clothes. Nothing. “Shit.” Then you eye down the couch, the cushions especially. You stick your hand between the first cushion and the arm of the couch and find nothing, then you move onto the other. Once again you find nothing. Getting a little frustrated you throw the cushions off the seats and then spot about seven or eight coins lying in the middle of the couch, several covered in dirt and grime.

You gather all of them and place them into your pocket. Once you make sure they are safe and snug, you walk back into the bedroom. Lana looked up at you weakly. “Are you hungry? Do you need anything?” You asked from the doorway. She smiles once again.

“We got anything to eat?” You rush back to the kitchen and look around through the cupboards, finding nothing but an empty box of tea and a few crumbs. Walking back to the doorway, you shake your head no. She grimaced a little but replaced her expression with a sad smile as to not upset you, little to her knowledge you had already saw it and made up your mind. You turn and go to grab your coat from your room, you hear a muffled “What are you doing?” From the other room.

“Shopping.” You return to her bedroom and walk to her bedside, kneeling down. “I should only be gone for a few hours, two at the most, give or take.” She opens her mouth to argue but you shake your head “This isn’t up for debate Lana, you don’t have any food or medicine. Now try to rest I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“Will you have enough?” She asked quietly. You tuck your hands into your hoodie and gently caress the watch on your left wrist. It had belonged to your older brother, he practically raised you both. Starting out small he became a thief and then eventually stole from the wrong crowd, a gang of street fighters who worked as rival enforcers for a man by the name of Samuel, he was killed not too long ago. He had warned you to never follow into his footsteps, as that led to an early grave. You wish he had heeded his own warning.

“Of course.” You say with a reassuring smile. You open the window to the living room and climb down the fire escape out into the cold wet sky. Once you reach the bottom, you pull your hood over your head and quickly make your way into the night. Wet splashes are heard coming off your dirty, leather boots. Drops of water drip onto your jacket and body, leaving little wet droplets on your clothes. You pass by a few alleyways and see several shrunken, scarred up bodies laying on the ground with little covering them up. If they were dead or asleep only made the thought more unnerving.

You quicken your pace and walk closer to the open street. A few buzzing lights crackled on and off illuminating the buildings and citizens that were still left roaming the night. Several of them made eye contact with you and you lowered your gaze and tightened your body up. An uncomfortable feeling arose in your stomach as you continued your journey. After walking a little bit longer you reach a bar, there are a few patrons standing or rather laying outside, a few of them snoring that was reassuring, and one that wasn’t, his body was twisted in such a weird angle, you couldn’t even believe you were staring at something like this. Your stomach churned and you nearly lost your lunch. You turned back around to face the outside one last time, you couldn’t take your eyes off the grotesque sight that you didn’t even see where you were stepping, next thing you know, you are falling inside of the bar face first.

You can hear laughter and a few patrons exchanging words between each other, most likely about your embarrassing fall. After picking yourself up you look up to see practically everyone staring at you. Once you fully stood up you silently and quickly made your way towards the bar itself, avoiding eye contact along the way. You can feel the gazes of patrons on you as you walk up to the bar, one patron even makes a remark. “Not even 12, and this little punk is shit faced, someone can’t hold their liquor!” Tightening your arms at your side you walk slowly up to the side of the bar to where the bartender is cleaning glasses.

“A little young to be in here, don’t you think?” He asks you. You look up slowly to see a man around his thirties. He’s wearing a white button up with wrist cuffs and has a poorly haircut. Unlike everyone else in the bar he does happen to great you with a bit of a smile. Or at least as much of one as he can muster.

“…please I need some food for my sister.” You quietly say.

“I’m sorry, can you speak up? I can’t hear you over the noise in here.” He said. You lower your gaze a bit and tighten your arms at your side once again. You open your mouth to speak but another voice interrupts before you can get anything out.

“He said he wants some food for his sister.” Both you and the bartender turn to see a blue haired girl woman stand right next to you at the bar. She was pale and wore a blank expression on her face, not to mention her long pigtails that almost touched the floor. Her hair looked like it hadn’t be been cut in years. Before you realized it, you were staring at how long her hair might be. She turned her gaze onto you and you look away quickly as to not be rude.

“I’m sorry, we don’t serve food here only drinks.” The bartender said sadly. You reach into your pocket and pull out the small handful of coins and gently place them onto the counter.

“Do you have anything here besides drinks? Something that can count as like a snack or something small? I-I know I don’t have much but..”

The bartender rubs the back of his head and sighs slightly. “We might have some soup in the back but I doubt it’s still any good.” The woman stepped forwards and jumped onto one of the spinning stools scaring the bartender.

“Be a good host Chuck and go check in the back wouldya?” The man she called Chuck looked back and forth between you and her and chuckled slightly.

“My name is Thieram…”

“Chuckles, you’re funny.” The woman laughs. She turns to you and gestures at Chuck/Thieram. “I swear every time I come in here, he always says that. I mean seriously what kind of name is Thieram anyway?” The bartender looks offended and mutters under his breath about how his mother named him after his grandmother’s father. You smile slightly but it falters once you realize that the blue haired woman is staring at you. You again turn away to avoid eye contact. “You know you can sit down on the stools, you don’t have to stand there all awkwardly.” She cooed.

You hadn’t even realized it but you were swaying while you stood still. You look at the stools and all but one were empty. Of course it was right next to her. There’s nothing more awkward than sitting next to random people you don’t know, or trust. You started to fiddle with your fingers, quietly cracking them, you did this when you were nervous or bored. “No…that’s ok, I can stand till he gets back, shouldn’t be too long.” You say quietly. She chuckles a bit.

“I don’t bite, Come on, I swear I got all of my shots, nothing contagious, scouts honor!” She says while pulling out the little stool for you. With a defeated sigh, you slowly walk over to the stool and sit down on it. Your body faces the bar with your hands in your pockets and head lowered to avoid any gazes. “Where you from stranger? Haven’t seen you around these parts before.” She asked.

“…Zaun.” You say quietly.

“I know that you are from Zaun silly, I meant where in Zaun.” She giggled. You fiddled with your fingers again and the left sleeve on your wrist rolls down a bit exposing your brother’s wrist watch. It shined bright and golden. Her hand reached over and pulled your sleeve back over the exposed watch, her physical contact was ice cold to the touch. “You’re really going to want that covered. I probably don’t have to tell you what happens in this area of Zaun to people of good wealth, well as good as wealth you can come by these days.”

You looked around quickly to see if anyone was watching your conversation. It was Zaun after all, anything could happen and you probably wouldn't be the least surprised. You have heard of stories where people pretend to be your friends at a bar, get you drunk then proceed to “walk” you home only to get several of their buddies to beat and rob you. “It was my brother, he gave it to me before he was murdered,” you say. Her expression dropped to something indescribable. Not angry but also maybe a little regretful or possibly sad? It was hard to tell.

Before you knew it, she grasped your inner arm tightly and pulled you in close to look at her face directly. A little too close, you swallowed hard and started back at this strange woman. You blush a bit. She had the same serious, indescribable expression on her face with hardening eyes staring into your soul. “You said you have a sister right?” she asked. Without missing a beat or wanting to upset her, you nodded quickly. “You hold onto her, you hear me? You hold onto to her...a-and you never let go, because if you do she will abandon you and you will be left with no one to care for you or about,” she said with a raspy stammering voice. Her eyes seemed to water a bit like she was about to start crying.

You wanted to pry for more information but you decided it was against your better judgment. She started to shake and mutter to herself for a second. “No..no shut up, I'm not talking to you right now! Stop it.” normally you would have averted your eyes and minded your business but you wanted to try and help, after all this stranger did try and help you get some food for your little sister, while you didn't owe her anything you still wanted to help anyway you could. You reach out slowly and gently tap her on the shoulder.

“Uh...um excuse me, are you-?”

“What?!” she snarled. Slapping your hand away and glaring at you with her sharp blue eyes. You pull your hand back quickly and lower your gaze.

“Sorry, I didn't mean to...i-I was just going to ask if you were ok, that's all. Sorry I didn't mean to touch you without permission.” once she saw how you reacted she mellowed down a bit and shook her head.

“It's nothing...I-why are you being nice to me?”

“Well you were nice to me first, you did ask...Chuck? Whatever the bartender's name to go in the back for soup. Thank you.”

She smiled at your comment. And then helped herself to a soda from behind the bar and grabbed herself a beer mug. She jumped back over from the counter and dropped a flowered umbrella into her mug. “I like talking to you stranger, it's been a while since I've had a decent conversation with anyone. Silco’s always busy or not available to talk, and Sevika is a buzz kill. I mean seriously, that tall-ass broad likes to take the fun out of everything! I mean this one time I took a few of her screws that's she uses for her metal arm, I swear I was going to go and get her some new ones but I really needed them for a project I was working on.” she chuckles a bit while sipping her soda. “Though I still can't get her out of my head chasing me around with her metal arm trying to beat me with it, fun times.”

While she was in her memories, Chuck/Thieram came out the back of the bar carrying two cans of what looked to be chicken noodles soup. He places them on the counter in front of you two. “Alright found the last two good cans, you are a lucky fellow. Your total will be $10.57,” he says and holds out his hand for payment. You panic internally inside and count the change in front of you, the total coming out to be 75 cents altogether. Your shoulders slump and you start to tear up just a bit.

“I-I know it's not much bu-”

Before you can say anything else the stranger drops what looks like to be a grenade onto the counter and smiles sweetly at the bartender. “10.57 for two cans of soup seem high, don’t ya think?” she said. Theiram/Chuck turned white, he looked over to you and mustered up a smile as much as he could and said,

“You know what, I can always open a tab on that, you seem like a trustworthy kid. Enjoy your soup buddy!” he widens his smile with fear behind his eyes. You couldn't believe your own luck. You quickly put all of your coins back into your pocket and gingerly reached over for the soup.

“Thank you so much!” you said. You turn over to the blue-haired woman and shake her hand very aggressively. Her whole body is shaking up and down. Once you realized you just nearly tore this poor girl’s arm off you sheepishly apologize and then start to rush out the door. Before you register anything you accidentally bump into someone while out the door.

“I'm so sorry, here let me he-” Before you could finish your sentence you feel the cold steel of a blade against your throat, a sharp edge pressed against your Adam's apple. You instinctively raise your arms above your head and try your hardest not to move.

“That wasn't a very polite gesture to do now was it kid? I think your parents ought to have taught you better than that.” a gruff voice spoke. “I think you should make it up to me and my buddies.” the voice said with a dark chuckle. Before you could even register what was happening two ham-sized arms grabbed yours. behind and held you in place. Another pair wrapped around your legs and hoisted you off the ground. “Let's step into my office shall we?” the voice said. They started to carry you around the building into an ally, the entire time you are stammering apologizing, and pleading with them. But sadly it's all on deaf ears.

Little to your knowledge a figure with long braided pigtails sat atop the roof of the Bar, watching the whole thing. The figure stood and walked in your direction. The two goons who carried you to the ally then throw you to the ground against a dumpster, your back collides against the corner, and your arms against the ground. You let out a painful whimper and try to pick yourself up. One of the goons tries to grab you and you stick your fingers into his eyes. He lets out a wail of pain and the other goon grabs you off of him and throws you against the wall. You fall to your hands and knees. The leader walks up and kicks you in the ribs and then in the stomach.

Once you are on the ground again, the two cans of soup fall out of your pocket and roll onto the wet pavement. You reach out with your left hand to try and get them. One of the goons grasps your wrist and hoists you up inspecting your watch. “What do we have here?” he said. He starts to undo the watch from your wrist, once you realize what's happening you start to jerk and grab at his hands attempting to stop him.

“No!”

In response, the goon backhand's you and then tears the watch off and tosses you to the wet pavement. You get back up and try to get it from him only to for him to toss it over to one of his cronies in a cruel game of catch.

“No! Give it back! Please!” you pleaded while trying to desperately reach for it. Two of the cronies grab your arms and pin you against the wall. You begin to plead with them once more they laugh and sneer at your attempts to reason. The leader pockets the watch and then picks up both cans. He pockets the other and begins to toss and catch the second one.

“You know what? That ass beating probably has worked up an appetite for this kid! Let's do our good deed for the week and feed him!” he pops open one of the cans. “Hold him still!” he snarls.

“You don't understand! I need that for my sister!” you begin to thrash. The uglier one of the group grabs your chin and forces open your mouth. Before he can start pouring, loud clattering sounds are heard. All four of you look towards the ground where a grenade with a neon pink monkey is painted on rolls to the leader's feet. An explosion goes off knocking everyone to the ground. You see a figure emerge from the shadows and blow her hair from her eyes while staring at all of you with a blank expression.

“Hi,” she says. Then in a blink of an eye, she pulls out a pistol and opens fire on all four of you. In your panic, you grab one of the goons and pull on his shirt causing both of you to hit the ground. You quickly crawl on your belly in the wet gravel towards the backside of the dumpster to avoid fire. Sadly each time you get closer one of the goons gets in front of you till inevitably are stuck between all three now freshly dead bad guys. You scoot back from the dead bodies, shuddering and crying till your back hits the wall. You see a pair of boots begin walking in your direction. You shield your eyes and begin to shake. With a trembling voice, you kindly ask the figure to let you live.

“P-ple...please d-don’t hurt m-me.” you are shaken by taking off your watch and holding it in front of yourself. “Just let me go...please, I want to see my sister again. She's sick an-and needs my help.” a voice then spoke out.

“Relax there stranger, I ain't gonna hurt you!” you look up hesitantly, still shaking and sniffling. Above stood the blue-haired woman with her hand out and a cheery smile on her face. “My name is Jinx, I think you and I are going to be really good friends, what do ya say? Interested?”

#arcane #jinx x gender neutral reader #jinx x male reader #jinx x fem reader #jinx arcane #league of legends #jinx x reader #sevika #silco league of legends #jinx and silco

139 notes · View notes

brokenmusicboxwolfe · 3 months

Text

Venting…….

You know, I was already incredibly frustrated and angry** and then my air purifier filter arrived.

It wasn’t the one in the description. So since Amazon goofed, just return it, right?

First of all, I obviously couldn’t do a direct replacement since their description was wrong (as evidenced by reviews by people ordering AFTER I ordered mine). But since it was their mistake this should be simple enough to ask for a refund and just order a new one…

Right?

They only use UPS for returns. Fine.

They now charge $7.99 to have UPS pick it up.

Not fine.

The nearest store to drop it for free is 50miles away.

The nearest drop off box, the other free option, is 10 miles away. I just went to that town four hours before to drop off the pickup to be repaired. I dunno how long that will take, but I won’t be heading back to that town until it’s fixed or a week and a half from now when I do the shopping***.

To use the drop box they expect you to put it in a box. They mailed it in an envelope, but I’m supposed to get a box!

I need to print the shipping label. My printer isn’t working. After close to an hour I got it to work, but the paper jammed, I needed more paper, hunted more paper, and….it ran out of ink!

Amazon WILL mail you a shipping label. They will “just” charge you $1 for it.

So, now I need to find a way to get it printed, then find a box, then hope I can get to the drop box to mail it soon. Until it is returned I don’t get my refund. Until I get my refund I can’t order another filter. I need that new filter soon so I can breathe to sleep.

Nowhere within 50 miles sells these filters so I have to order them, but damn it has gotten to be almost a monthly headache. I’ve had them arrive smashed every way you can imagine. The packages have arrived torn open missing things, I’ve had them throw them loose in a box with big, heavy things.

Often they threw them in with bottles of dog medicine what have leaked all over them. So often I’ve tried to arrange to order them far apart, only for them to delay shipment of one or the other until they could be thrown in the same damn box. I got spared that this month because they were “out” of the dog medicine. Oh, they have it despite cancelling my order, just listing it as a “new” item at a higher price.

But it’s this damn return process, when there is NO way for me to return their screw up without costing me money and time, that’s making me crazy.

You know what? I think Amazon hopes any rural or poor customers go away. As someone both rural and poor I am ready to punch something. Too bad there is no personification of Amazon for me to beat up!

**And worried, exhausted, and depressed, but they don’t figure into this.

*** I say “shopping” but since I will have to pay for this repair I don’t know if I’ll be buying anything but animal feed.

#my day #amazon #frustrated

5 notes · View notes

feijoaaas · 2 years

Text

tldr this is me asking for financial help

since billionaires are billionaires because they do not share their wealth, and tweeting at them and trying to contact them through their companies or their foundations only to receive the reply that they do not help private people, or no reply at all

i’m giving this a go for the last time, and taking the bold step of asking help from maybe the biggest fan base on here, even tho i really don’t want to be asking for help

here is my gofundme and at the most i am asking for $2500 which is less than what i’ve lost to the stock market ($3400 in total but i’m not asking for all that because i just want to be debt free and have enough for rent and bills, i realise it’s a privilege to have had that much money to lose and it’s a lesson learned that no one else should pay for), it’s partly a debt that i want to be free from, two debts actually, one is a high interest loan which is the one i am most keen of being rid of, of $1000 and one is a private debt to a friend of $500

and then my monthly expenses are $500, i currently don’t have a job but i do have a fuck ton of anxiety, self doubt, harmful thoughts and a self esteem that’s gone to fuck for a whole slew of reasons, i want to study a uni course of english this autumn and i’ve applied to several courses but i didn’t pass all my exams this spring semester so i am missing several credits which i need to make up for before i can be granted another student loan which could take a couple months

i can’t ask someone i know personally, partly because i don’t really know anyone with good enough finances to help me out, and those that maybe could help me i don’t want to ask because of the whole shame of it all like i’ve already been bullied all through 9 years of school and felt like a failure and a mistake and like no one would miss me if i were to suddenly disappear so i can’t really bare to say that due to many underlying reasons i’ve lost all my money and gotten myself into debt as well like what a sure fire way to never again be able to speak to that person without feeling like a useless fuck, like if my mom knew this she would make me feel like shit for the entire rest of my life and she would berate me to no end, she already berates me when i do things well or when i’m proud of things nothing is ever enough for her

so yeah…….. if there’s like 500 swifties out there that can spare $5 each or 1000 swifties that can spare $2,5 each or even more of you that can spare even less, it would literally mean the world to me in so many ways i can’t even describe

i’ve had i don’t know how many nights of waking up in cold sweats because this debt and not having enough for rent and bills have been stressing me out even in my sleep

i’m hoping that in a year from now i’ll have a job and hopefully be on add medicine or be studying and managing it and even if i can’t pay you back personally i’ll be right here to help out the next swiftie in need, or anyone, obviously

i just thought it would be best to direct this at a group that a, is awesome and b, is probably more generous and helpful than every single greedy billionaire out there

thank you in advance, thanks for reading and if you can help by donating it means the world and if you can help by reblogging that means so much as well 💗

#swifties #gofundme #financial help #financial aid #crowdfund

9 notes · View notes

shakespeareanwannabe · 2 years

Text

A Birthday Surprise

A surprise (and unplanned) foray into writing for Llewyn Davis for my friend’s birthday. Happy Birthday @wasicskosgirl! (A day late but I tried)

Llewyn Davis didn’t have a lot going for him.

He didn’t have a home. He often ended up sleeping on the couches of friends. He ate their food, used their shower, lived on the outskirts of their lives like a black sheep, only invited in when needs must.

He didn’t have a whole lot of clothing. A threadbare jacket, a thick pair of jeans that were starting to wear a little thin, and two shirts that he diligently kept in good condition. His boots just barely kept the sleet and slush of the wet New York April weather from freezing his feet. He had a thick pair of gloves and a scarf to protect his most precious instruments.

Suffice it to say, Llewyn Davis didn’t have a lot going for him…until he met you.

He had developed a terrible cough after a string of rainy March nights where he couldn’t find a couch to crash on or a bus shelter to take refuge in, so he bucked up and resolved to spend his last few dollars on some cough medicine so that he could return to work as soon as possible.

That’s where he met you. You were working behind the counter when he approached, hacking up a lung and inquiring as to where he could find some good cough medicine that wouldn’t completely bankrupt him. Something about those fluffy black curls and sad eyes tugged at your heartstrings, prompting you to point him towards the best cough syrup the pharmacy stocked and giving him your employee discount when the price ended up being way more than he could afford.

He had vehemently, almost harshly, refused, but you were a persistent one. Your kindness had a sharp edge, something that told him you could take care of yourself, but it was also warm enough to heat him from the inside out. He had bashfully accepted the cough syrup, thanking you in a quiet manner that told you he wasn’t used to accepting kindness without some sort of caveat. So, you provided him with one.

“Meet me at this address at 7 pm. Don’t be late. And don’t even think of not showing up,” you had demanded, not looking up as you scribbled your address on a spare piece of paper.

And that had been the end of Llewyn Davis not having a lot going for him. He may not have a house of his own, but he shared a home with you. His food may not come from five-star restaurants, but it was always warm and seasoned with love. His clothing may not be paid for with his own money, but it was chosen and tended to with care.

You were everything that Llewyn Davis had going for him, and he wanted to show you exactly what that meant to him.

It wasn’t much. He was, after all, still a struggling artist who could barely rub two pennies together, but it was all bought with his own money. Mostly. The small cake was bartered for (the old woman at the bakery needed someone to play at her grandson’s bar mitzvah a week from Tuesday and Llewyn had agreed to do it for free in exchange for the delicious treat). The necklace, stored safely in a box that was wrapped in a white silky ribbon, had been his mother’s, then Joy’s, and now yours. The streamers had been bought and paid for after a long day of busking and working small gigs at bars all across the city. It wasn’t much, but it was all he could afford, and he was proud of his efforts.

“Llewyn? Honey, I’m home.”

He turned to you with a smile on his face, a small frown line marring his strong forehead as his fingers restlessly tangled and detangled in front of him.

“H-hey, sweetheart…happy birthday.”

The smile that you gave him, the hug that you wrapped him in, and the kiss you bestowed upon his lips had him thinking that maybe he didn’t need a home, food, and clothing going for him. All he needed was you. Because you were more than enough.

#inside llewyn davis #llewyn davis x reader #inside llewyn davis fanfic #fanfiction

98 notes · View notes

urimaginespimp · 3 years

Text

Dare Coupons and Wrong Ideas

2nd and last part of A Naked Nurse and Wrong Ideas (Read this first to know what’s going on)

Bucky x Reader + Avengers still thinking you slept together

A/N: I didn’t expect a lot of you would enjoy the first part so as requested, here’s a follow up!

--------

When you woke up, you were alone in your room, and it was already the next day. You only have small recollections of Bucky constantly checking your temperature, feeding you soup, and making you take medicine.

Your cheeks flushed at the memory that he had to only be in his boxer briefs because your AC had to be off or else you would’ve frozen to death.

Plugging your phone as the battery was about to drain, you saw that it had numerous messages from the team – some were saying congratulations to you and Bucky, Wanda was asking you for details, Sam was thanking you for making him 50 bucks richer, and Tony was saying you owe him money.

You didn’t think finally getting along with Bucky was that big of a deal for everyone. Chuckling, you decided to hop in the shower before getting some breakfast.

--------

“I told you, nothing happened.” Bucky was scowling at Sam who was ignoring him for the nth time that morning.

“I remember you also insisting you didn’t like Star Wars, then I caught you ordering Baby Yoda merchandise on Amazon. So, forgive me if I’d rather hear about what we saw yesterday from your new girlfriend.” Sam smirked, not looking up from his phone.

The rest of the team in the kitchen snickered. They were not giving him the chance to explain himself since he got there. Steve has warned them that he’s prone to lie and get defensive when he’s embarrassed.

Huffing in annoyance like a child, he sunk in his seat thinking of ways he could convince them that he was telling the truth, when you finally appeared.

“Good morning.” You mumbled a small greeting and made your way to the cupboards to get some cereal. He noted that you look a lot better than yesterday, and that you just showered.

Heading to the table, bowl in your hands, Nat gestured for you to sit between her and Wanda, and across from Steve, Clint, and Tony. Taking your seat, you scanned who else was on the long dining table, and your eyes landed on Bucky who was five seats away from Steve, and next to him was Sam, and Peter.

You gave Bucky a small smile as a thank you, mentally noting that you had to thank him personally in private later. But unbeknownst to you, the rest of the team took this as a “moment” and were exchanging meaningful looks, except for Tony.

Bucky returned the smile, grateful that you were finally here to clear things up for everyone and prove that he was telling the truth. But then Sam just had to be a villain.

“Hey tinman. I still have 3 dare coupons from you last Christmas. Now I dare you to keep your mouth shut for the rest of the morning.” He said in a low voice, raising his brows when Bucky was about to protest.

“Fine.” he huffed.

“All’s clear!” Sam said loudly, making you jump a little from your seat. What was that about?

“So... Y/N.” Steve started speaking, making you look up to him. “Bucky, huh? Who knew?”

“I know, right?” you smiled at him. So, you and Bucky finally getting along was that big of a deal for them. Maybe it was for team morale.

Nat cleared her throat before turning to you with a grin. “Sam, Steve, and I went to your room yesterday to check on you after FRIDAY said you haven’t been out of your room all morning. And uh, well a partially dressed Bucky greeted us.”

Looking across you again, Steve, Clint and Tony were also looking at you expectantly. You get how it must’ve been confusing why he had to take care of you in only his boxer briefs.

“Oh, I was actually the one who told him to just take it off. It was just getting too hot for him.” You shrugged and missed how Peter spat milk from his seat, and Sam telling him to keep it together.

“So how was he?” Wanda couldn’t keep herself from sounding too eager to know. You raised a brow in confusion at her but answered.

“Honestly, I didn’t know he could be that gentle.” You thought back to how Bucky was gentle and patient in taking care of you.

“Oh wow.” Wanda responded; eyes wide. Steve was turning red and was now avoiding making eye contact.

Bucky was smirking from his seat. At first, he thought it was going to be more embarrassing for him, but now he was actually enjoying how the team was torn between wanting to know more, and trying to spare themselves the visuals of their friends going at it.

“How would you uh... rate him.” Wanda asked again, making Vision nudge her for the question.

“Well, it did seem like he knew what he was doing. I’d say he has a lot of experience. I'd give it a ten.” You nodded at her, smiling at the thought of how the brooding guy could’ve once been the main caretaker for his sick siblings.

Bucky coughed to mask him laughter, making Sam glare at him.

“How are you now? Is the soreness gone?” It almost pained Clint to even ask that, but he knew everybody else was dying to ask.

“I’m still a bit sore, and my throat does hurt a little still, but nothing some more rest would get rid of.” you shrugged.

Tony turned his attention to Bucky, glaring. “Might have to ask him for tips then.” Clint replied, clearing his throat.

“There’s a kid here, you guys. Keep it down.” Steve warned all of you, referring to how Peter was also in the room, listening to the entire conversation.

“What, I think Pete here could also get some tips.” You replied. Why wouldn’t Steve want Peter to know how to take care of sick people? It’s not like it’s entirely different from how they do it today.

Sam choked on his toast, and it was now Peter's turn to mockingly tell him to keep it together.

“Let me just ask this. Is this a one-time thing?” It was now Tony’s time to ask. He’s always treated you like a daughter, so he wasn’t a big fan of you and Bucky getting together.

You didn’t think Tony was gonna be mad at you for getting sick. This hurt you a little, but you understand that it was your own stupidity that got you sick in the first place. It would’ve been bad if you had to miss a mission.

“I hope so? I really don’t want to miss any missions because I can barely move any muscles. I’m sorry, Tony.” You gave him a guilty look. “But it’s nice to know I could count on Bucky whenever I need any help.” You continued.

The rest of the team, shifted in their seats from cringing at what you just said.

Sam turned to a smirking Bucky. “You’re disgusting.” he said to him.

You finally turned your attention to Bucky. “Anyway, I never got to thank you this morning because when I woke up you were gone.” you smiled at him.

“WHAT?” Nat spoke loudly from beside you.

“You left before she woke up?!” Tony exclaimed. Steve glared at his friend, disappointed that he’d do such thing. The rest of the team were also scowling at him.

“It’s no big deal you guys, he had to stay up all night.” you defended Bucky, making him shake in his seat from now full-on laughing.

“You think this is funny, Barnes?!” Tony got up from his seat to stalk towards him. You got up as well to diffuse the situation.

“Woah, woah, woah. Why are you guys so mad at him?” you asked, standing beside Bucky who was still losing his shit on his seat.

“We know he’s been crushing on you, but he can’t just sleep with you and leave you like that!” Tony was all red from anger.

You paused from where you were standing to take in what he meant. And when it finally sank in why they were all acting so strange, you joined Bucky in laughter.

You rested your hand on Bucky’s shoulder for support, tears brimming your eyes from laughing too hard.

The team was now looking at you both in confusion.

“You thought we slept together?” You asked in between laughter.

“Well, what the hell could all of this have meant?!” Clint asked from his seat.

“I was sick and Bucky was nursing me.” you explained, composing yourself.

“Why was he in his underwear then? Because I do not need to know that you guys were role playing.” Sam interjected, a sour look on his face.

“My AC was off because I was too cold. I got sick because I raced you under a thunderstorm the night before, remember?” you said looking at Sam.

Collective Ohs were heard in the room.

--------

That afternoon, you were peacefully reading a book on your bed when you heard small knocks on your door.

“Come in.” you said out loud.

The door opened softly and Bucky came in with a smile on his face. “Hey, doll. How are you feeling?”

“I’m actually doing a lot better, Buck. Why, are you planning to strip off to your undies if I were sick again?” you joked, patting on a space infront of you on the bed.

“If you wanted me to so badly, all you have to do is ask, Y/N.” He chuckled and sat in front of you.

“Our friends are ridiculous.” You laughed, thinking back to what happened this morning.

“I know.” He nodded. “They got one thing right though.” he smiled at you again.

“And that is...?”

“I have been crushing on you.” He admitted, his cheeks turning a tinge of pink.

“So, I was right to tease you before.” you smiled smugly.

“Shut up.” he looked down, feeling your sheets in between his fingers.

“If it makes you feel any better, I am attracted to you too.” you admitted, and a boyish smile stretched on his lips.

“Was you being sick all a ploy to get me in my underwear?” he teased, and you smacked him playfully with a pillow near you. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

A comfortable silence passed, both of you just grinning, avoiding eye contact.

“You know, I never got to properly thank you for taking care of me.” You broke the silence.

“How could you ever repay me?” he asked in an exaggerated tone.

“Would a kiss from your crush, suffice?” you teased again, wiggling your brows playfully.

“Hey, you just said you like me too!” He defended himself. “But, yes.” he smiled sheepishly.

“Fine.” you playfully rolled your eyes before leaning in.

His lips were softer than you expected, and you could tell that he was smiling. Pulling you closer to him, both of you were getting carried away from what was supposed to be a quick peck, and missed to hear the creak from your door opening.

“I knew it!” A booming voice cut you both off. Head snapping to the doorway, Sam was standing there with a smug look on his face before leaving and letting the entire compound know that you were both lying that morning.

“Who’s gonna believe us now?” you let out a soft chuckle.

“I guess I have to ask you out on a date now, huh.” Bucky was grinning at you, playfulness lacing his tone.

“Oh, how inconvenient for you.” you gave his lips a quick before finally moving away, giggling.

--------

Tag list:

@lizzarooni @intothesoul

Special tag bc they asked for pt 2:

@coffeebooksandfandom @harrystylesandthegoobs

--------

HAVE A GREAT DAY!

805 notes · View notes

creepinginyourheartbabecomeonnow · 2 years

Text

My previous posts didn't really make it and we barely made it to the goal :')

I got a job at the supermarket but the salary is literally below minimum wage and I'm afraid it won't be enough for, well, everything. Rent will be due in 15 days as well as the rest of the bills and we still haven't settled down. We still don't have stuff, we're literally living in a bare room and sleeping on cardboards. We haven't eaten since we moved as well, just peanuts and crackers with tap water. My 3 brothers are starting to vomit all the time and we don't know why. We don't have enough money to get them checked.

We're still having big problems with the bank if you've read this post:

But eating and surviving is more important than that and I really hope everyone can help us again with this. I understand not everyone can give or has a spare but a reblog helps us so much.

Im raising $200 for this or 10000 PHP just so we can eat, buy medicines, get my brothers checked with a pediatrician and secure our rent for April 15th because my first paycheck wouldn't come until the 30th.

We have 20/200 as of today.

55 notes · View notes

witch-hazels-musings · 3 years

Text

When you’re sick

Request: ANON -> “May I request reader who is very dramatic when they're sick? Like minimal discomfort, their throat is sore but they exasperate it like they're lowkey dying? 😆 with maybe S/O Diluc or Zhongli? 🥺💗💗💗 I'm a sucker for that hurt/comfort”

^ I might have taken this in a different direction? I imagined the reader as dramatic, but not in any dangerous way - all I can say is Diluc don’t take no nonsense

Genre: SFW*, Fluff

Diluc X GN Reader, Zhongli

character X GN reader | Anthology

Diluc

It didn’t matter if there were days when you were level headed or overly expressive, he loved you no matter what, but there was something about the way you dealt with being sick - the drama

You’re stomach hurt? - you’d lay in the middle of the cold floor adamant that this was the only way you could make it through

You have a fever? - you’d basically write your own will and offer it to Diluc anytime he walked into the room, “You have to take care of my collection of Barbados dolls - they’re antiques.”

Your throat hurts? - you actually dying, Diluc just doesn’t understand, but it’s happening

“I can’t stand it! Everything hurts.” You shift uncomfortably in bed, unable to get settled, “I think this is the end, just let me go peacefully,” you’d feel a hand rest against your forehead, as you open your eyes you see Diluc

“You have a fever, of course your body hurts,” he’d remind you. He had brought you more medicine to take and was preparing it for you.

“Don’t want that,” you’d say, covering your mouth.

“It’ll make you feel better.”

“My throat is so sore that it'll never go down...”

“What was that?”

“I said, it hur…” he’d drop the pills into your mouth and put the cup of water up to your lips. In but a few seconds he’d have gotten you to take the medicine and drink the whole cup of water.

“That wasn’t so bad, now was it?” He’d ask, the corners of his mouth lifting into a smile.

“Mean,” you’d respond, but he had already walked away and was coming back with a cold towel for your head.

God, and don’t get him started on how much of a nightmare it was to keep you in bed - no matter how many times he told you you needed to rest or you wouldn’t get better, there you would be, secretly trying to work on something as if he didn’t just tell you not to do that

He’d be balancing the books, or dealing with an order at the winery and suddenly you’d enter his view

“Excuse me,” he’d respectfully request of whoever he was talking to and make his way over to you. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You’d freeze, turning your head to see a disgruntled Diluc looking down at you, “I needed to get some fresh air! I was suffocating,” you’d plead, pouting your lips at him.

“Then open a window,” he’d grab you and lift you into his arms, frustratedly aware of how hot your skin was against his, “back we go.” You’d complain about how holding you like this when your sick was so painful it felt like your bones were breaking, he’d nod as he made his way back up the stairs to the bedroom

Even through all your exaggerations, he would be very attentive to your health. He’d bring you medicine from the nuns, offer you room temperature water no matter how much you begged for it to be chilled, he’d pat at the sweat on your arms, and make sure there was always a cold towel against your forehead

When your fever subsidies and you feel like a normal person, he’d be relieved that you were well, even if a little sad he couldn’t take care of you anymore

“That was a close one,” you’d sigh at him, digging into your food.

“It always is with you,” he’d tease back, happy to have you with him happy and healthy.

Zhongli

Zhongli would spare no expense at getting you back to your healthy, peppy self - even though there wasn’t much money for him to spend

If you told him how terrible you felt, or how miserable you were - he’d figure out a way to get someone to see you, no matter how late into the night it was

He’s a low-key worry-wart, but he’d rarely show that on is face

“Zhongli, it hurts,” you whine into his hands.

“I know, the medicine will alleviate your discomfort” he’d say stroking your hair, his normally warm hands are cold, which tells you how bad your fever has gotten.

“I’m certain I'm dying. I’m so uncomfortable,” you hear water being wrung out in the small bowl on the bedside table. You jump at the icy rag against your neck.

“Our doctor assured me you were not. It may be challenging, but try and sleep.”

Zhongli stayed by your side until you finally succumbed to his request.

He’d be very observant and would have a hard time leaving your side. The furthest he’d go is to get something you needed, or to attempt to work in his study, but he’d check on you every chance he got

If he found you wandering down the hallway in a feverish daze he’d capture your arms in his and help you back to bed

“Please, do not wander when you have a fever, it’ll only make it worse.” he’d whisper into your ear, did you shudder from the fever, or from his breath?

Once your fever breaks, and are a little more lively, he would prepare for you a bath filled with flower petals and other medicinal herbs. He’d set up incense and a soothing tea, nothing too harsh of course

He’d let you take your time, returning to his more patient self now that the threat to your health had subsided

#genshin impact #genshin impact X reader #genshin impact headcanons #genshin impact musings #Zhongli X reader #diluc X reader #diluc #genshin diluc #genshin zhongli

817 notes · View notes

cinnoasch · 3 years

Text

Listening to the Sea (Childe x Reader)

A/N: Jeez, I meant to have this out on the first day of Childe’s rerun banner but anyways a ‘hey girlie/hey buddy’ to all the Childe havers/wanters out there

Word Count: 1275

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The waves crashed gently onto the shore as you sleep peacefully. After a very long day of working at Bubu Pharmacy, you were tired. You were always out and about with Qiqi, picking herbs for the pharmacy’s medicine, fighting the occasional hilichurl camps you came across.

However, today seemed to make you more tired than usual. You were so tired that you didn’t even make dinner; you simply opened the door of your house and fell onto the soft comfort of your bed.

You were sleeping so peacefully, the moon shined through your bedroom window, enveloping the room in a soft glow. However, a loud and rapid knock sounded from your front door as you open your eyes, groaning in annoyance as you get up.

You open the front door and see an all too familiar ginger haired man standing there with a grin. You immediately try to shut the door, but he holds it open with his hand.

“Hey now, is that any way to treat a friend in need?”

You glare at him, “You come here at the worst times, you know that?”

“I’d apologize for that, but I know you enjoy my company. And as much as I would love to continue our chat, I am bleeding out severely so...”

With a sigh you open the door, allowing Childe to walk into your house. He was clutching his side; his gloved hand covered in blood. Even though his hand was covering the wound, you could tell that it was quite deep.

“Alright, come this way.” You say motioning to the bathroom. “Geovishap this time?”

“Ruin Hunter.”

You turn back to look at Childe, glancing at his wound again. “Ruin Hunter? Really? Well, I guess I should consider you lucky since you seem to have only one injury.”

“Lucky, huh. That’s one way to put it.” He says as you open the door to the bathroom. Childe slips his jacket off, wincing when it touches his wound. He places the jacket next to him as he sits down on the edge of the bathtub. “I wanted to test something.”

“And that is?”

“Well, I wanted to try to hit the Ruin Hunter’s weak point when it does that spinning attack. You know the one.”

“And let me guess, you somehow managed to hit it’s weak point while it was spinning but you weren’t able to dodge it’s last attack.” You say as you press a damp cloth to Childe’s wound.

He hisses in pain as he grins. “You know me so well, comrade. And managed to hit its weak point? You’re saying as if it was a lucky shot.”

“Childe, no one could do that. Not even the best archer in all Teyvat could manage that.”

“Well I did it. It only means I’m becoming more adept at the bow.”

“Uh-huh sure. This is going to hurt.”

You begin disinfecting Childe’s wound as he winces, although he’s still grinning. After disinfecting it, you take out a thread and needle. “You’re okay with me stitching you up right?”

“I would’ve gone elsewhere if I wasn’t okay with it. Besides it’s not like you haven’t done it before.”

“I feel like I’ve done it too many times to count. Especially since I don’t charge you for my services.”

“Charge me all you want; I have the money to spare after all.”

You roll your eyes as you focus on stitching Childe up, “Sure, sure. Now be quiet for a few minutes. Then again, you should know the drill by now.”

Childe only hums contently as you continue patching him up. You remember first meeting Childe when you were sleeping one night. You heard a loud thud come from your front door waking you up in the process. You kept your weapon by the front door, so you grabbed it just in case. When you opened the door, you saw him slumped on the stairs, he was bleeding severely and his body was littered with cuts and bruises. You noticed the Fatui mask on his head, so you were wary of him, but you remember seeing him walking around Liyue Harbor and visiting the pharmacy at times as well. So you dragged him into your home, patching him up just like you were doing now. It was an odd sense of deja vu every time Childe showed up at your door, but you didn’t mind it.

With a sigh, you wrap Childe’s torso up tightly with a bandage and stand up. “Now, I’m sure you remember this, but you never listen to me so, please no strenuous activities. No fighting, nothing that could open your stitches. Got it?”

“Yeah, doctor’s orders, right?” Childe says with a grin as he stands up, slips his jacket back on and walks out of the bathroom. “Thanks again, Y/N.”

You shake your head slightly as you clean up the supplies scattered across the floor. “I’ve heard that too many times to count.”

As you put everything back in its place, you hear the door open and close. A few seconds later, you hear the door open again. Childe walks back in with a smile, “Wanna look at the stars with me? You’re not going back to bed are you?”

“I guess not. Let’s go.”

------------------------------

You and Childe walk outside of your house, the sand crunching under your feet. You find a spot to sit down as you gesture for Childe to sit next to you. As he does, you pick up a starconch from nearby and hold it in the air, overlapping a star with the the conch.

“You know, I remember when I was little, my parents would tell me that starconches came from the night sky.”

“Did you believe them then?”

“I was a kid, of course I believed them.”

“And now?”

You look at the starconch, bringing it close to your chest. “Somewhat. I guess childhood memories die hard.”

“Childhood memories, huh?”

Silence settles between you and Childe as you quietly look at the waves rolling onto the shore. It was calming, serene, as if time had simply stopped. You always loved the ocean, being able to hear the waves outside of your home. It could get lonely at times, but you would never admit to Childe that you enjoyed his company. Even if you only saw him when he showed up injured in front of your door.

You hear Childe yawn beside you as he stretches his legs out. “Tired?”

“Me? Never. Well, maybe just a bit.”

“That’s probably from the blood loss.”

“Good to know. Any estimation of how long this will take to heal?”

“A few weeks.”

Childe sighs as he stands up, “Expected.”

“Are you leaving already?”

“Oh, so you do enjoy my company.”

You roll your eyes as you stand up and give Childe the starconch. “Here. You like starconches right? I remember seeing you on Yaoguang Shore picking some up.”

“Have you been spying on me Y/N?”

“No. I just happened to pass by the area one day.”

Childe grins as he takes the starconch out of your hands, “Well then, thank you.” He turns with a wave as he walks away. “I’ll be back soon so don’t miss me too much.”

“Wait!”

You immediately regret your outburst when you see Childe smile again.

“Do you want to come with?”

“Just this once.”

Childe only gestures for you to walk alongside him as he turns back around, and you run up beside him. Childe’s laughter fills the air as he says something, and you lightly punch him in the arm. Maybe this little adventure wouldn’t be so bad after all.

#childe #genshin impact x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #genshin impact

108 notes · View notes

kpopinesss · 4 years

Text

[ateez] S A N ➱ baby daddy au

YOU HAVE TO RAISE HIS SON AFTER HE LEAVES. MAFIA SAN.

warnings: teen pregnancy

a/n: sorry ya’ll I accidentally posted this on my main lol - @atinybitofau

• raising a son on your own was hard.

• raising a son whose genes were on par to his notorious father was even harder—

• a hooligan. a mischievous troublemaker.

• an eyesore in morality.

• and yes, your son was just like him.

• cold. ruthless. blood thirsty.

• but unlike San, your son loved you enough never to leave you.

• appreciated the things you did for him enough to stay.

• “Eomma..”

• you turn on your side when your son interrupts your slumber,

• injuries blatant on his tethered arm.

• raising a child who’s now 13 since you were 16 never easy.

• “Where were you, Ari?”

• he sits at the edge of your bed and leans for the warmth only a mother could give. “I was trying to get your medicine.. but I ended up causing a scene and the store owner kicked me out.”

• you sigh letting him lay down beside you. “It’s just a little cold. You don’t need to go and risk your life to save mine.”

• he wants to ask you.

• he’s old enough..

• why hasn’t his father came back to be the one the take care of you?

• to take care of him.

• why do you have to suffer alone?

• “Ari, just do me a favor and take care of yourself the way you do for me.” you cuddle into your sons warmth too. “That’s all I need.”

• but you’re lying.

• you’re getting sicker.

• and he can’t take it anymore.

• he goes to lower than the low to find something to save you, his mother.

• eventually ending up tied up in San’s gang house.

• brutally beat for intervening a drug heist—

• “Alright you little shit,” San holds your son up by the collar, blood running down his face mixed with his tears. “I don’t care that you’re 13 years old. Hell you could’ve been 10 and I’ll still beat the living crap out of you. No one just comes barging into a drug heist for no reason. That’s not just a coincidence.”

• it is.

• it really is.

• and maybe god was just giving him a sign.

• because you were on the verge of dying—

• and his own son being dealt his life and in the hands of his own father,

• yet San still didn’t know what was going on.

• what sign god was trying to give him.

• “I have to admit.” San runs a finger down his son’s chiseled jaw and smirks. “You’ve got a nice face. But in a couple minutes, you might not even be able to recognize it anymore.”

• “I-I-I was just trying to get medicine for my mom! I swear.”

• San really needed to get a clue.

• not all drugs were recreational.

• and some—

• some can actually save lives not just make dirty money.

• “You think I’ll believe that sissy crap?”

• Ari shudders looking to his torn up jeans. “H-her pictures in my wallet. I swear, she’s the only thing I’ll do anything illegal for. I promise I wasn’t trying to fuck anything up. She’d kill me if I got involved. Kill herself if I pushed myself too far.”

• he’s convinced at the desperation in the poor kid’s voice.

• normally not as merciful but he digs through the kid’s pocket for the picture anyway.

• and he should be glad he did because shit—

• the picture of you made him go from 100 to 0 real quick.

• “Y/n?”

• “T-that’s her! That’s my mom.”

• San glances up at the beat up kid, horrified.

• horrified at the sight.

• that he was basically beating to death a walking replica of himself.

• an age far enough that fit the time he left you.

• “You’re telling me my high school sweetheart..” San’s bloody fingers curl around your picture. “The woman you’ve been trying to steal medication for is your mom? The woman in this picture.”

• he’s at first in denial.

• that the kid he almost beat to death was your son.

• but denial hits him even harder the chances he could also be the father.

• “M-my mom is everything to me.” Ari bawls his last tears out begging for his own father to spare his life. or anything to save yours. “She’s only got me. I’ve only got her. S-sir please. At least save her. If you wanna kill me sir, please save my mom first.”

• his jaw clenches,

• still knealt down on one knee propped in front of his pleading son.

• studying every feature of his face.

• how on par everything was to his own.

• San was beating up his son, he realized.

• holy shit he was about to kill his own son.

• “Why didn’t she tell me?”

• “W-what?” his son chokes. “What do you mean?”

• “Fucking hell— kid, I think I’m your dad.”

• the five days that your son was held captive was long enough for your body to grow cold and weaker.

• laying in a hospital bed nearly blacked out.

• your son cries over your body as you sleep.

• hoping he’s not too late.

• not too late to give you the one thing that might be able to keep you alive.

• a husband?

• finally a father to your child.

• “You’re the husband?” the doctor finds San watching from the doorway awkwardly glancing at the black dressed men who towered behind him. “You’ve got quite the entourage there, sir. But not even an army of soldiers would be able to save your wife right now. She’s hanging on a thin line. Barely holding on. That woman needs a miracle if she wants to live the next good years of her life.”

• San watches as his son that he never knew about cries over you.

• wishes you would’ve told him..

• he would’ve stayed.

• would’ve loved you.

• why were you always so selfish? always wanting to do things that pushed you too far even if there were another option available.

• “Eomma.”

• you hear everything.

• your son.

• San.

• “Ma, I’m sorry I wasn’t able to get the medicine. I got into trouble again, ma. I’m sorry.” Ari folds his hand over your limp one’s. “B-but I have something even better. Someone who could help you and me. He can take care of us, ma.”

• it hurts.

• you want to wake up for your son because he deserves the world.

• he deserves a fight for the both of you but the option you chose came short.

• in the past, the option of never telling San in the first place of his own son.

• “Ma.. he’s gonna talk to you okay? I’m gonna let him talk to you.” Ari sniffles and suddenly your hand gets replaced with a different warmth. “He’s gonna tell you it’s gonna be okay. I love you, eomma. I love you. We’re gonna be okay.”

• it’s almost enough.

• your heart beats a little faster.

• burns a little more so you could breathe on your own.

• it’s definitely working.

• “You shoulda told me, bubba.”

• the nickname San had given you years ago,

• a nickname you thought you’d never hear again, rings in your ear and that light so far away,

• it gets further.

• “You shoulda told me about him. About you.” he lifts your hand against his trembling lips. “13 years? 13 years after I tell you to take care of yourself and now you’re almost dying. Come on now. My girl was a fighter. Pushed herself harder than she wanted to.”

• his voice is like a mantra—

• a dream that gives you a little bit more of life you we’re starting to lose.

• “Bubba, you were the love of my life. And I didn’t tell you enough how much I appreciated you. I know it may be too late and if god forbid I do lose you, I will make sure our baby stays safe okay?”

• you think if you were awake right now you’d be crying.

• as if a weight lifted off your shoulders.

• cause the one person who could save you right now—you and your son,

• was right here.

• ready to go merciless to keep you two safe.

• “I left loving you. And I’ll come back loving you. 13 years only kept us apart. But let me tell you, y/n, it never stopped me from loving you.”

• he’s unsure when he lets go of your hand.

• usually gets what he wants with one word—

• cause he’s a notorious mobster.

• but let’s just say you were the one thing he wanted he could’ve never gotten even with two words.

• 3?

• “I love you.” he continues. “And if I’m gonna have to love our son the way I should’ve loved you then so be it.”

• but life’s not like movies where you wake up right during a miracle.

• this miracle takes time.

• and after an EXPENSIVE deal of money and medicine to keep you alive,

• a year it takes for you to finally open your eyes.

• to a nice hospital bed room.

• filled with flowers and the reminiscent scent of old spice and San.

• your hair’s a bit longer.

• the sun’s definitely brighter.

• but not as bright as the smile you see once you turn to the side.

• “Good morning beautiful.” San reaches his forehead against yours. “How were your dreams?”

• you choke on a decent reply. “S-San?”

• “The one and only.”

• “Where’s— Where’s Ari? Where’s my—“

• “Our?” San chuckles softly. “You mean our son.”

• you kind of remember.

• it takes a while to remember the voices and the dreams in your head.

• how waking up to find them real was surreal on its own.

• “He’s at school, bubba.” San cradles your face in the palm of his hand staring at you like he was hypnotized. “I’ll have someone pick him up. Tell him mommy’s awake.”

• “San..” you shake your head in his hand. “How is this real?”

• “Our son might be a miracle worker. Brought us together the way we made him. Brought me so I could keep you alive.”

• cheesy as you remember.

• although this handsome and older version of your old flame you aren’t too sure.

• “So you just show up while I’m in a coma and play daddy while I sleep?” you hoarsely chuckle while he smiles against your lips. “Even after 13 years, you won’t grudge against me for not telling you?”

• “I can’t blame you for trying to save yourselves.” he admits with his lips still on yours. “I wasn’t good enough for you. I know still I’m not. But I’m gonna try this time. Even if I have to pretend I’m not who I am sometimes.”

• you two are interrupted by a crying teenager.

• one you remembered resembled San.

• but now them standing right next to each other,

• looking like two carbon copies and a surreal dream in your head.

• maybe you are dead...

• “Ma!” he shoves his father away abruptly. “Look ma! I brought dad! He helped pay your debt, pays for my school. Even finished the hospital bills.”

• you glare at your always boisterous ex boyfriend and long lost father to your son.

• “You did what?”

• “Did I mention this was my way of getting back at you for not telling me about my 14 year old son?”

• “San how the hell am I gonna pay you back?”

• you just woke up.

• and the doctor runs in ready to sedate to keep you stable for at least more than 24 hours.

• but the way San looks at you is enough.

• him being there like your life long medication itself.

• holding your hand while your son holds your other one proposing,

• “Marry me. And we can call it even.”

@atinybitofau

#ateez #ateez san #choi san #ateez imagines #ateez reactions #ateez scenarios #ateez preferences #ateez oneshot #ateez x reader #san x reader #san imagines #san reactions #san scenarios #san oneshot #san mafia au #ateez mafia au #san baby daddy au #ateez dad au

3K notes · View notes

kaijusplotch · 3 years

Text

Hunter is Not Ready for Omega to go Through Puberty

Debating on if i should publish this to AO3 or not? Either way, have Hunter having small crisises of the heart when Omega reaches puberty. Everyone discovering something about Crosshair. And generally the Bad Batch having DAD feels.

Hunter was worried. Omega had been miserable with stomach pain since early that morning; practically living in the fresher. He looked through every medical pack they had but Tech had said they were portioned out for adult clones and their strength could hurt more than help.

So, Hunter got hot packs ready and dimmed the lights of the bunk room. It hurt him just as much to know that he couldn’t help her more than just to be there for her until they could get some more appropriate medicine.

“Hunter…?”

He looked up from where he was trying to look up how to treat stomach pain and his heart dropped. “Omega? what’s wrong?”

“I’m bleeding...down there.” Omega’s face was beet red and there were tears in her eyes as she stood awkwardly near the door of the fresher.

Hunter’s mind went to static. What did that mean? Was she hurt? Had she gotten hurt and he didn’t notice? His heart started to race and he got up and walked over to her.

Omega had gotten taller, her clothes from Kamino no longer fitting properly. Tech’s spare blacks were at least somewhat useful but still too big in some places even being the shortest of the Batch. She was growing fast, like all clones, but differently too. Her hips were wider for sure, but it could just be because of the mutations.

“Are you hurt? I...I don’t understand,” Hunter said, hands on her shoulders as he tried to hide his fear from his voice and face.

“Um…” She whimpered and looked away biting her lip. “I ah...I’m not hurt, my stomach hurts but I’m bleeding. Not a lot, but I don’t know either.”

“What’s going on?” Crosshair asked, walking in with Tech behind.

Omega blushed and looked away, fidgeting with the oversized top of her blacks. “m’bleeding….”

“She says she isn’t hurt, but the stomach pains are still there.” Hunter explained turning to Tech.

“She is nearing seven, she’d be going through one of her first large growth spurts. Perhaps a hormonal issue?” Tech asked, grabbing his datapad.

Hunter nodded, looking up as Crosshair patted his shoulder.

“I’ll take care of this,” Crosshair said with a slight twitch to the corner of his mouth; his version of a smile. “C’mon kid, let’s go to the fresher.”

“Ah! Found something, Sargeant,” Tech interrupted, dragging Hunter’s attention back.

“What is it? What can we do?”

“She’s going through puberty, as expected. Except...it’s different for females…” Tech looked a little pale as he read his datapad. “They have...ah...oh. Menstrual cycles begin during this time which can cause them to shed the lining of their internal reproductive organs.”

Hunter’s eyes went wide. “What? Is it dangerous?!” Hunter grabbed at the pad, although Tech snatched it back.

“No, at least it shouldn’t be. It happens monthly, along with mood changes, stomach cramps and some skin issues. Well at least that’s the same as it was for us,” Tech muttered. “She will need supplies but…I’m not sure how best to handle this, Hunter.”

Hunter rubbed his face and swallowed. “I’ll try to contact Rex. Ashoka was a teenager with him during the war, he’s got to have some kind of advice.” The door to the fresher opened and Hunter turned around, watching as Crosshair had Omega tucked up into his side. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah. I’m going to take her into town.” Crosshair tossed Omega a poncho and put on a jacket and hat for himself.

“Are you sure? We haven’t completely figured out what-”

“I’ll handle it, Tech,” Crosshair hissed with a significant look. “We’ll be back in a bit.”

Hunter furrowed his brows, but Omega was leaning into Crosshair with a smile. It would be good to let Crosshair have some time with Omega and vice-versa. “Be careful. Have your comms open.” he advised.

“Yes DAD,” Omega sighed, rolling her eyes with a smile as Crosshair chuckled softly.

The door closed behind them and Hunter groaned. “I think my heart stopped.” He leaned against the wall.

“Your fine. Just like every other time she’s called you a variation of ‘father’.” Tech pushed his goggles back up on his nose. “I’ll see about trying to find a secure line to Rex.”

“See if we have any contacts to Cut too. Maybe Suu can help explain things?” Hunter suggested looking at Tech, lost and worried. His mind was still racing on how to help look after his ad. No he was not ever admitting that to any of his brothers that he subconsciously called Omega his ad.

“I’ll get right on it. I’m sure she’ll be fine,” he reassured as he walked back toward the cockpit.

Hunter spent the entire time waiting for Crosshair and Omega to return trying to get in contact with Rex or Cody. He chewed his lip as he was met again with nothing on the comms.

Echo walked in and sighed. “I’ve been trying to hunt down Cut and Suu but I can’t get any trace on the shuttle they took. Sorry, Hunter.”

“No, no it’s not your fault.” Hunter frowned and leaned back in his chair. “I should have asked them more before we left.” He scrubbed uselessly at his face and snarled. “I’m supposed to look out for her and I don’t know how to help her!”

“Hey, none of that.” Echo’s voice was firm and Hunter was a little surprised. His newest brother was rather quiet but apparently when he had something to say he would say it. “You’re doing everything you can. We all are. Omega will be okay, plenty of girls go through the same thing. We’ll adapt.”

Hunter smiled a bit. “Just like Saw said. It’s what we do best. Still want to help her feel better.” He glanced at Echo who smiled in return.

“You sound a lot like an ori’vod.” He gave a small shrug, flexing his prosthetic wrist slightly. “Just need to find out what she needs. For now, we can be there for her. She’s family.”

“Yeah, apparently Crosshair had an idea so hopefully he is able to help.” Hunter stood from his chair and stretched slowly. “How’s the upgrades Tech made?”

“Great, actually. Nice to have two hands again. Means I can give Tech a run for his money at Sabacc night.”

“Good luck with that,” Hunter laughed.

“Hey, if I can win against Cross with one hand, I think I stand a chance with two.” Echo grinned. “Maybe we’ll teach Omega next time,” he said just as the ship door opened.

“Teach me what?”

Hunter smiled in relief as he saw Omega walk in, looking a little better and holding a bag on her shoulder. “How to play Sabacc. I don’t think Tech would go easy on you, so maybe I’ll let you watch my hand next time we play. How’re you feeling?”

“Better. Cross got me some stuff.” Omega smiled, not looking as pale as before.

“I didn’t forget you guys either,” Crosshair added as he tossed a bag of items at Echo. “C’mon, kid. Let’s put this away in the fresher for ya.”

Hunter watched as Crosshair led Omega back into the bunks and relaxed. “What’d he get?” He turned to Echo.

“Food, mostly,” Echo laughed. “And other supplies. Oh, caff, keep this away from Tech. New whet stone, always useful since Wrecker loses his.”

“I do not!” Wrecker said, coming up from below deck. “Omega back? Is she feeling better?”

“Seems to be, Cross took care of it, somehow.” Hunter shrugged.

“She’s going to lay down for a bit,” Crosshair added, closing the door to the bunks behind him. “The cramps are better but she’s worn out. Try to be quiet if you need to go in.”

“How did you know how to help her, Crosshair? Tech is going in circles about what kind of information is anecdotal and what is actually medically necessary.” Echo sighed in exasperation. “It’s giving me a headache second hand.”

“I went through the same thing when I was her age.”

Hunter stared at Crosshair as the information slowly processed in his brain. “What?!”

“Quiet! don’t wake her up,” Crosshair hissed back before deflating. “If we’re going to have this discussion, let’s do it away from where the poor kid is sleeping.” He rolled his eyes and skulked off toward the small kitchen and eating area.

Hunter walked in and sat down across from Crosshair, watching as he kicked his feet up on the table chewing on a toothpick. “So what did you mean you went through the same thing? I don’t remember anything like that.”

Crosshair sighed and waited for everyone to sit before replying. “You don’t remember it because it was in the middle of the night in our eighth year.”

“That could be...what happened though? I mean...you-”

“Look like any other male clone,” Crosshair interrupted Tech. “I know. But I’m not. I had bad cramps and woke up in the middle of the night. Bled all over my bunk and was scared shitless. I ran off to the freshers with everything and tried to wash it.” Crosshair frowned. “Skirata must have heard me and found me.”

“What happened?” Hunter tensed, ready to get a plan to hunt down the trainer from Kamino.

“He helped me.” Crosshair shrugged. “Helped me get cleaned up, took the bedding to get washed and got some supplies from another trainer for me.”

“I remember that night!” Wrecker said. “I woke up and was wondering where you were,” he added with a frown. “I was worried.”

Crosshair laughed softly. “I was fine. Ended up with Skirata helping me out with medical and the Long-necks removed the ‘unneeded’ mutation.” Crosshair gave a sarcastic air quote.

“So...you’re female?” Echo asked before blushing. “I don’t mean to insult you or anything,” he added quickly.

“Genetically yes, I think the medics said that I've got an extra X. so XXY? I don’t know. Doesn’t mean anything to me now.” Crosshair pulled his feet down. “Doesn’t affect my work so I don’t care.”

“What can we do to help her then?” Hunter asked, leaning against the table as he took everything in. Crosshair’s genetic identity didn’t mean anything would change. He was still Crosshair’s ori’vod nothing would change that.

“First thing’s first, don’t make it a big deal; for EITHER of us.” Crosshair stared down Wrecker and Tech the most. “Second, she’s going to have cramps and mood swings so don’t take it personal. Third, the choco in the ship is GOING to disappear, don’t fight her on it.”

“Doesn’t sound too different from a standard cadet’s first growth spurt,” Tech commented as he made notes. “We can start to get more supplies for her, new clothes so she feels comfortable.”

“Yeah, she doesn’t look too comfortable in yer blacks,” Wrecker snickered. “Maybe we should think about getting her armor too! She’s already been doing great with her electro-bow.”

Hunter sighed and leaned back, biting back a groan and the ache in his chest of Omega growing up too quickly. “She...she isn’t ready for armor.”

“She’s the right age to start, Hunter. We all started with training armor at seven,” Echo advised, leaning up against the door frame. “We could do the mandalorian thing, have her started with a pauldron, and chest piece.”

“I really don’t want to think about that. She’s too young to be putting on armor and...and fighting.” Hunter stared at the ceiling, brows furrowed as he tried to control himself. “I don’t want her fighting. She’s just a kid and...and she deserves something other than the same shit we grew up with.”

“Careful, Hunter,” Crosshair flicked his toothpick at him. “Your buir is showing.”

“Shut up!” Hunter snapped and glared, hackles raised; although he really didn’t know why. Maybe because he was afraid Crosshair would accuse him of going soft again. Although that wasn’t exactly Crosshair before.

“Honestly, We’re all showing our buir tendencies.” Echo said with a small smile. “I understand why you don’t want to have her go through the same things we did, Hunter; but she won’t. We’ll train her. We know what not to do from our own experiences. She’ll be fine.”

Hunter frowned and leaned forward again. “I’ll think about it. For now, let’s just try to make her comfortable. Growth spurts are never fun.”

#The Bad Batch #Omega The Bad Batch #Crosshair The Bad Batch #Hunter the Bad Batch #Tech The Bad Batch #Echo The Bad Batch #Intersexed Crosshair #Wrecker The Bad Batch #Omega going through puberty #Periods #menstration #Menstral pain #Star Wars The Clone Wars #Star Wars The Bad Batch #Star Wars Fanfiction

78 notes · View notes

pandoraborn · 3 years

Text

Our brother, our keeper. also found here.

Tommy plays the protector role sometimes, too. Modern au/SBI is a family.

-----------------------

Wilbur

He supposes he’s felt worse than this before. Though in this moment, he feels utterly lousy. With an aching migraine and no medicine to counter it, he’s stuck on the couch, with the lights off. He can’t do much more than remain slumped against it, pressing his fingers to his forehead as he attempts to give himself a massage. It’s not helping much.

He cracks an eye open and rolls his head to the side when he hears footsteps on the floor outside the room. Eye sliding closed again, he turns his head away, feeling a nausea build up far too rapidly for him to be comfortable.

“I have a headache, Tommy. Please don’t bother me right now.”

“Okay.” Tommy’s voice is quieter than normal, and Wilbur is grateful when there’s no more conversation after that. He doesn’t want to open his eyes again to check for Tommy’s continued presence, so he hopes the child has gone somewhere else, preferably his own room.

Wilbur lets himself sink into a pain filled stupor. He doesn’t know if he’s fallen asleep or if he’s just numb to everything, but when he comes back to reality, his head aches just as much as before. Except, this time, he’s not alone. He can feel Tommy’s hands on his face, clearly trying to feel for a fever. Weakly, he swats Tommy’s hands away, feeling his stomach churn.

“Tommy, what did I say?” He snaps through clenched teeth. “I’m-”

“Sorry, Dad asked me to check on you. I went to the shop and bought you some pain relief, I thought you might want it.”

That catches Wilbur’s attention. He would have expected Phil or Techno to go, not Tommy. He stops trying to fight the child as he forces his eyes open, blurred vision barely focused on his youngest brother. Tommy’s blue eyes are the only things he can clearly see, and they’re filled with a soft concern that Tommy doesn’t show very much. Wilbur lets out a soft sigh as he decides to let Tommy work. It’s not like Tommy’s actually doing anything to hurt him. In fact, Tommy’s actually helping.

Wilbur can’t help but lean into the gentle touches that Tommy is offering. From gently fingers curling in his hair, to the thermometer entering his mouth, followed by a couple of pills being handed over to him with a glass of cool water. Wilbur obeys every silent action without complaint. It’s relaxing, and it’s all working to ease the nausea and head-splitting agony that had threatened to overwhelm him just moments before.

He barely notices when Tommy throws a blanket over him, before tucking a pillow under his head. He hums quietly as he allows himself to finally relax, drifting off to sleep.

“Feel better, Wilby,” Tommy whispers gently. “Sleep well.”

He does.

**********

Techno

He hates having a flat tire. He hates having a flat tire only a block away from home. Techno smacks the hood of his car out of frustration, too riled up to remember how to actually change the tire. He’s fighting back an anxiety attack, knowing this can all easily be dealt with, he just needs to call Phil.

It takes Techno far too long to work up the courage; this is humiliating. He’s not that far from home, he could easily walk. He could easily change the tire himself, but then he’d have to admit that he must’ve run over something that flattened everything. It’s too big of a deal in his head, and it shouldn’t be.

He dials Phil’s number.

It’s not Phil who answers.

“Tommy, where’s Phil?”

“He’s streaming right now. How can I help?”

“Nevermind, I’ll call back later.” He hovers his finger over the ‘end call’ button.

“Techno wait.” Tommy’s voice is low, soothing. Techno doesn’t hear this from Tommy very much, but he’s latching onto it anyway. “Techno, are you in trouble? Is it something I can help with?”

He opens his mouth to say no. His pride wants him to say no. Even more embarrassing than being in this situation in the first place is the thought of his sixteen year old brother riding his bike out to help him. He swallows his pride and nods, before remembering Tommy can’t see him. “Can you meet me? I’m a block away, don’t tell Phil.”

Tommy’s there within two minutes. The way he’s panting indicates he must’ve jogged the whole way, but Techno doesn’t comment. “Tommy, I’m having a panic attack and my tire-” He waves helplessly at his car, while Tommy’s gaze follows where he’s gesturing to.

“Oh, I get it. Don’t worry.” Tommy offers one of his bright smiles before moving closer to the car. Techno stands there, watching as his tall, lanky brother, maneuvers around the car with ease. Using the tools provided in the trunk to change the tire. He’s never seen Tommy work like this before. He had no idea Tommy could even change a tire! But it’s not long before Tommy’s done, and he’s putting the tools away.

“I didn’t...Tommy you-” Techno has no idea how to express his gratitude. This had been way less embarrassing than he expected.

“It’s okay Big Man,” Tommy says reassuringly. “Don’t worry about it. Stream with me later, yeah?”

“Yeah, yeah.” Techno nods, breathing out slowly. “Hop in, I’ll take you home.” He moves back behind the wheel and beams at his youngest brother. Who’d have thought Tommy would help him?

He’s glad it was Tommy.

**********

Philza

There are too many bills to sort through. Phil’s glad for the money he makes on twitch, he has plenty to cushion himself, but sometimes paying all the bills takes a large dent in his savings, and having to build it all back up for the next month takes a toll.

Most of the bills he has, he can pay online. Sometimes, he gets them in paper form, mostly as receipts instead of collection notices. Phil’s tempted to throw the pile of mail in the garbage and spend his money on the most expensive restaurant instead.

He’s already stressed as is. Not for any particular reason, but having to put on a show for several hours a few times a week does take its toll. He misses the time when he could just be himself, and not have to manage not only his stream chat but several other streamers’ chats as well. Being a mod for so many people isn’t easy work, and yet people keep asking for him.

He throws the mail on the counter as he sorts through it, putting some envelopes in the ‘already paid’ pile, and some in the ‘need to pay’ pile. That leaves one envelope that has him blinking. With a confused sensation swirling in his gut, Phil opens the envelope and pulls out the paper inside.

It’s the energy bill, and one that Phil had been most worried about paying. The energy had spiked the past couple of months, due to all four of them being streamers and needing to stream at the same time. It’d sucked up a lot of power, resulting in the bills being a higher price than normal.

This month, apparently, the bill’s already been paid.

Phil doesn’t remember paying it.

He turns to head up to Wilbur’s room, ready to question him about the bill. If it isn’t Wilbur, he’ll question Techno next.

“Hey Dad!”

Tommy pokes his head out of his room, still wearing his headphones. “I should let you know, the other two went out for ice cream. We’re going to stream in a bit, do you want-”

“Do you know anything about this, Tommy?” Phil asks. “Did one of them pay this?”

“Oh, that was me.”

“Tommy!”

“Sorry. I just wanted to help out. I remember how upset you were last month and I wanted to surprise you.”

“You’re sixteen, child. You shouldn’t be paying my bills.” Phil relaxes though, wondering if he should pay Tommy back. The teenager should not have to worry about finances yet, it’s not right.

“Don’t worry about it Dad, it was a one time thing to help out. Use the spare cash to buy yourself something fun, yeah?”

“Thanks, Tommy.” Phil returns the bright smile, even as Tommy shuts himself away in his room again. A few moments later, he can hear loud, boisterous laughter as Tommy gets on discord with his friends.

He heads back downstairs to add this to the ‘already paid’ pile. He’ll definitely have to treat his youngest son later.

#mcyt #sbi family #sleepybois inc #fanfiction #mcyt fanfic #tommyinnit #technoblade #wilbur soot #philza #fluff #family dynamics #protective!tommyinnit #slice of life #long post #miishae writes

88 notes · View notes

readerinsertfanfiction · 4 years

Note

Hello baby! Can you write a scenario for sesshomaru? Theres a witch who spells a human girl with the snow white curse. she is asleep until true love kiss. Sesshomaru jaken and rin are walking in the forest and spot a her in a pedestal. And jaken explains what's going on and rin beggs sesshomaru to kiss her and after begging so much he does and she wakes up. Thanks sooo much!!!

I wasn’t too enthusiastic about this request, but then I thought: why not flip it around? Sesshomaru is so pretty, he could be Snow White with that hair, and yeah, that is how this came to be. Sorry if this isn’t what you wanted, but that is what my brain wanted!

Fandom: Inuyasha

Character: Sesshomaru

Once upon a time there was a demon, renowned for both his beauty and cruel strike. Man and beast alike were slaughtered by his hands, none spared, but their sight for at least they were granted a beautiful sight. It is after all the prettiest things in life that grant the quickest deaths.

However, even cruelty came to an end when the beast met man, reflected in the eyes of a young girl. The same girl that had offered the last of her food, just to help him. Sesshomaru learnt then that there was something worth in this world to protect, that not all deserved death.

Though blood doesn’t wash out with just water, and so the path of decay still trailed after the demon. Forgiveness was hard to find in his world, with grudges running deep and long, festering into their prolonged lives. It had only been a matter of time before one would catch on the changing man within, realising that the heir of the western lands was not as untouchable as he presented himself to be.

“Do you want a snack, little lady?” the market lady had offered kindly, extending an apple towards Rin. It had all started out so innocently, and the hungry girl had been staring at those delectable fruits for so long, she could barely hold herself together as she contemplated if she could.

“I don’t have any money,” she decided to admit instead, her distrust in humans still running strongly. Rin had learnt the hard way that nothing came for free and that this could have been another ploy to make her call for whatever guardians she had with money.

To this the market lady crooked a smile, her hand still wavering in the air with the apple resting in her palms.

“It is free of charge, darling. You look positively famished,” she had said, and to this Rin was stunned for a bit, her thoughts once more burrowing deep into her memories and previous interactions with adults.

To this the lady resolutely grabbed the hand of the girl, pushing the fruit into her little hand before dismissing Rin. “Now go, be sure to keep it a secret, okay?” the lady winked at the girl, finally convincing the young human that there might be some kindness left in the world.

“Lord Sesshomaru, look at what I got!” Rin was so happy to share in her loot, enthusiasm radiating off her for the little warmth she had experienced as she showed off the apple in hands, red and fat and glistening tantalising. “A lady gave it to me, but she told me to keep it a secret!” she brimmed, her heart so filled with hope for that little goodness that there was left in the world.

One sniff was all Sesshomaru needed to know, his eyes widening at the poison that wafted off the fruit, intending to harm the girl. Curling his lips up the man was about to reprimand the girl, for her naivety and her folly, but found that he was unable once he saw the happiness in her eyes.

Instead he swiped the apple out of her hands, earning a squeal from the human as he quickly swallowed the fruit whole, devouring the poison along with it.

“Weren’t you offering it to me?” he deadpanned at the pouting girl. He was glad to see that the poison did not harm her through touch, though he had already assumed that it was a poison meant to attack when ingested, which was why the demon said nothing of it, for his body would nullify the properties.

“Go wash your hands before you eat,” he commanded the girl, turning away as he went to rest near a tree.

He never quite woke up from that rest, worrying everyone alike.

“There is only one sort of poison that can do such,” Jaken mused to himself, his hand awkwardly rubbing up and down Rin’s back as he tried to soothe her. “However, it is very obscure and believed not to exist, so I’m not sure if it will help,” he warned the human, but felt his shoulders grabbed and shaken nonetheless.

“Oh, Master Jaken, if there is even the slightest chance we must take it!” the girl begged, to which Jaken could hardly fight against. It was just that the medicine was rather… unconventional.

“A true love’s kiss!” the girl exclaimed in front of you, her hands wrapped around yours so tightly and so determinedly as she pulled at you with all her might. You had noticed that the poor girl had lost weight since the last time you had met her, prompting you to question her about her diet.

“What does it matter what I eat! Lord Sesshomaru is in grave danger!” the girl had cried her heart out at you, shocking you senseless as you soothed the girl, carelessly promising the human that you would do anything, anything to help her.

This had prompted your appearance besides the sleeping demon.

“So, you are saying a true love’s kiss will wake him?” you nervously asked as you rubbed your hands together. You had known Sesshomaru for a while through Rin, but never well enough to claim that you were on friendly terms with him. The demon and his temper honestly terrified you, along with his blooddrenched past.

“Yes!” Jaken confidently exclaimed as he swung his staff. “Some wretched demon has given Rin a poisoned apple to get to Lord Sesshomaru, knowing that our great Lord would protect our little Rin here from harm,” the little demon spoke shrilly, earning a sigh from you as you wondered how much truth you could find in the whole story.

“And how many have you asked?” you questioned, gulping at the thought that Rin had been running around asking random strangers to kiss her demon guardian. Sesshomaru was going to be livid when he woke up.

To this the girl looked up at you confused, her eyes blank as she deadpanned:

“None, we didn’t find anyone suitable, [Name].”

To this you paled even more as you were pretty sure that Sesshomaru was not going to appreciate a human kissing him.

“Oh, please [Name]! Please, please, you have to do this, for Lord Sesshomaru! Look at how down A-Un is! And Master Jaken’s legs won’t hold up much longer either!” the girl begged you, earning a scowl of disagreement from the little demon.

Sighing, your eyes lingered over to the demon asleep, your heart bouncing erratically as you tried to convince yourself that it wasn’t that scary. It was just kissing a demon, right? And nothing said that it was going to work either.

Jaken had said true love’s kiss. Surely that meant someone or something with deeper feelings than absolute fear, right?

Sucking in a breath you then nodded at the girl, your expression tense as you walked over to the demon, lowering yourself to your knees as to better reach him as you hovered over his sleeping beauty.

“What are the chances anyway?” you clipped to yourself, encouraging yourself one last time as Rin stood with her fists balled, waiting with bated breath as you leaned in.

Pressing your lips against the demon you shut your eyes as you wondered how long you were supposed to kiss the man for before pulling away, a blush dusting your face as you prayed for the demon not to wake.

“[Name],” Rin breathed, her voice in disbelief as she stared at you from the back. Was she disappointed? Surprised? You couldn’t tell, and when you opened your eyes to turn towards her you nearly jumped out of your skin.

Slanted golden eyes were staring at you, framed by pristine long waving white hair. Quietly Sesshomaru seemed to have woken from his slumber, his expression unreadable as he stared at the rest of the group.

“It worked! Lord Sesshomaru is awake! I knew it, [Name] is the key!”

You winced at the delighted yells coming from both Rin and Jaken, your heart sinking down further as you wondered what was going to happen now that the demon was awake.

#inuyasha #inuyasha sesshomaru #sesshomaru x reader #sesshomaru #inuyasha x reader

618 notes · View notes

peachyaone · 3 years

Text

sparks

pairings: sugawara kōshi x gn! reader

warnings: mild angst/fluff, brief mentions of sh. ex to lovers.

plot: after the two of you part ways, an event requires you to need him much more than ever. (timeskip!sugawara)

A/N: this became a little of a vent fic, and also wanted to start writing for this cutie. also, this is kinda based on sparks by coldplay!!!

Did I drive you away? I know what you'll say You say, "Oh, sing one you know"

You didn't know what came over you today, you just felt the urge to cry. Problems after problems kept on coming non-stop, ever since you've graduated.

For example, you broke up with Sugawara, your high school sweetheart. It was a mutual kind of break, the two of you agreed to part ways, he wanted to move to Tokyo, while you had to stay in Miyagi because you needed to take care of your ill brother.

You text each other quite often when the two of you had any breaks in your work and daily life. But time passed and the two of you didn't talk as much.

You were working multiple jobs, to pay for your brother's medications, but nowadays the prices for simple medicine are high and your jobs weren't paying enough. Ukai, the coach of the volleyball team at your former school, took you in. He gave you a job at his family shop. He would give you free lunch, much to your protest of letting you pay for it.

But ever winter begun, things have been much harder. The illness that your brother had worsened and you were desperate. You brought him to his weekly checkup, the doctor said that your brother might not make it.

But I promise you this I'll always look out for you Yeah, that's what I'll do

That's what brought you to where you are right now, your head in your hands, crying your heart out. Your throat raw and scratchy from shouting. You never felt so helpless, so hopeless. And the fact it was almost Christmas made you feel worse.

Your phone buzzed.

[5:30 pm] Suga: Hey Y/N!

[5:30 pm] You: kōshi...

[5:30 pm] Suga: hey, what's wrong?

[5:31 pm] You: ...

[5:31 pm] Suga: I'm calling you.

A second later, your phone rang,

"Hey, Y/N?" You hear his voice through the phone, you missed it. The tears came back. "Hey, are you crying?" He said, worriedly. You heard rustling. "Suga..." "What is it? Did something happened?" You sobbed. "Everything happened." You choked out.

"Oh my, Y/N, I'm so sorry." He said. " 'need you, kō." You said. You heard him take a deep intake of air. "I'm heading over to Miyagi later tonight." He said. "Kō-"

"No objections. You need me right now, I promised I'd always look out for you, don't you remember? Even if we broke up." He said. You did. You would never forget the things you did together, even if you tried. "I'm staying until Christmas." He said again. "Are you sure?" You said. "Yes. I'm not leaving until you're okay." He whispered.

"Thank you. Kō." You whispered. "No problem Y/N, you still put the spare key at the same place right?" You hummed in reply. "Alright, I'll see you then. Bye." He said.

My heart is yours It's you that I hold on to Yeah, that's what I do

Sugawara was packing his clothes in his bag as quickly as he can, he didn't want to waste another minute. He needed to know that you, physically, are okay. That you didn't... hurt yourself or anything. He rushed to a supermarket to buy a fruit basket for your brother.

He called his parents to tell them that he's coming over and that he would be staying at your house in the meantime. They were ecstatic. He ended the call and made his way to the train station.

He couldn't wait to see you again.

You were at the hospital. Your brother was in a bad shape. He was still bedridden, too weak to stand but strong enough to sit up and move his arms. You stroked through his hair, he liked it when you did that. You felt him leaning towards your touch. Your heart broke and you start to tear up.

"Hey, kiddo." He said, his voice raspy. You looked at him, with a smile. "Hey there, big bro." You said. "Are you crying? Please don't cry." He said, his shaky hand reached up and wiped your tears. You held his hand and place it on the bed. "Save your energy," you said. "You need to get better okay? I know you can." You whispered. He nodded. "I will. And when I do, I'll pay you back for everything you've for me." "Oh, there's no need-" He shushed you. "Don't think I don't know that you've been taking extra shifts at Sakanoshita's." You sighed. "You caught m-"

"S-Sugawara!"

Turning around, you saw him.

He still kept his usual go-lucky self, but you could tell he was out of breath. From running, you guessed. He still looked so good as the last time you saw him. "Kō." You gasped. His eyes connected to yours and he was love-struck all over again.

"Y/N." He said, breathless. He placed the fruit basket next to the hospital bed. He greeted your brother, gave him a light shoulder pat and he finally looked at you. He hugged you gently, taking his time to feel you in his arms again. "You okay?" He whispered. You shook your head against his neck.

"Get a room you two."

The two of you pulled away, flushed.

You went to your brother, lightly smacking his head. "Ouch~" He whined. You sighed and kissed the spot where you hit him. He beamed. "I need to head out now. Remember to take your meds, and remember to eat the food that they gave you-" You rambled. "I know, kiddo. I'll be fine for now. Go reunite with loverboy over there." He teased. You hugged him before saying goodbye.

——————————

The two of you were sitting on your couch. You were nervous, fiddling with your fingers. He was sitting next to you, his eyes giving you small glances every now and then.

“So, do you want to tell me what happened this evening?”

Sighing, you turned, moving to face him, you were looking down at your hands. It was hard, there was a lump in your throat, tough to swallow.

Seeing you were having trouble speaking, he slowly brought his hands up to hold yours, rubbing circles with his thumb, both to soothe you and ground you. "Take your time," he said, softly.

You were looking at him, teary-eyed. "It's so hard," you said. "What's hard?" he asked. "I've been taking multiple jobs. Working day and night, first, the cafè we used to go to." Taking a breath, holding back your tears. "Then at Shimada Mart, the restaurant down the street, and then at Sakanoshita's ." You said. "I was struggling financially. The money I worked so hard for, wasn't enough for my brother's treatment." You started sobbing.

Sugawara instinctively pulled you into the crook of his neck, but you pushed back with equal force, shaking your head. "I don't want to get you wet with my tears," you whispered. He lifted your chin with his finger. “You can cry on me.” Honestly, it would make him feel better- he wanted for you to seek comfort in him like you used to. While still seeing the slight hesitance, his worries increased tenfold. "Y/N..." he said.

"Kō.." You sobbed.

And I know I was wrong But I won't let you down Oh yeah I will, yeah I will, yes I will, yeah I will

His heart ached.

“Y/N, Look at me,” he cooed, he gave you a small smile, trying to put on a tough front for your sake, trying to conceal the way his heart was beating faster, the way his lips was twitching every so often, betraying the anxiety he was feeling inside. “Why didn't you tell me this earlier?" He whispered. "I would've come sooner."

You looked at him. " But you have children to teach-" He shushed you softly. "There's a thing called substitute teachers, remember?" He reminded you. "You're way more important," he confessed.

You leaned forward, placing your head in the crook of his neck, your body slightly shaking. "The doctor's said that my brother might not make it-" you cried. "I was supposed to tell him earlier. But I couldn't bear to." You felt his arms wrap around you tightly. You almost had the nerve to cry harder, right then and there- you felt so hopeless while Sugawara, felt guilty.

He should've been there for you. But that doesn't matter now, because he was here with you. "He can get through this, I believe it," he said. "He's a fighter, like you." He whispered. You moved to look at him and chuckled sadly. "I'm no fighter, Kōshi," you said. You felt a poke on your forehead. "Negativity begone~" He joked softly. You smiled a little. "There's the smile I love-" He stopped suddenly. His cheeks were flushed. "I'm so sorry I-" You shushed him. "It's fine, Kōshi." You smiled.

The two of you sat in comfortable silence, in each other arms. You broke the silence. "Do- Do you still love me? After all this time?" You asked. He went silent for a minute before answering. "I do. I still do." He said. You looked at him. "I couldn't stop thinking about you ever since I moved to Tokyo." He continued. "I still haven't gotten used to you not being there, I still reach for you when I'm sleeping, and I still call out for you when I wake." You quietly exhale. He clasped your hands, his eyes looking for yours.

"Do you?" he asked. You looked at him, confused. "Do you feel the same way?" he said.

You nodded.

"I still do, Kō. I feel the same way." You say tears filled your eyes again. He smiled. And his hands reached up to caress your cheek. He stared into your eyes. You were nervous, the way he looked at you, with so much love and care. It was overwhelming, in a good way. You could feel that Sugawara truly loved you, truly cared for you. You felt butterflies in your stomach, just like the first time.

His eyes were on your lips, flickering back to look at you with a question, "May I kiss you?" he asked. Your tears welled over as you nodded. "Please," you whispered.

When his lips touched yours, you swore that you saw sparks. It reminded you of the first time the two of you kissed. His lips were soft and warm against yours. You missed this.

The both of you pulled away, breathless. "Did you see what I saw?" You quietly asked. He was crying too. Smiling as he nodded,

"I saw sparks."

Yeah, I saw sparks Yeah, I saw sparks And I saw sparks Yeah, I saw sparks Sing it out

#sugawara x gn! reader #sugawara x genderneutral reader #eli writes #haikyuu fanfics #haikyuu x reader #sugawara fanfiction #kōshi sugawara x gn! reader #kōshi sugawara #karasuno x reader #pretty setter squad

27 notes · View notes

marveloussupernerd · 3 years

Text

Take care of him - Jumin Han

Warnings: angst, death, NOT a happy ending

Summary: you and Jumin were living a happy life with your baby girl, until an accident happened that put your life on the line

Hi! I wanted to put it out there that this is a heavy topic. I lost my mom when I was still a toddler and so I don’t have any memories of her. So this is quite an emotional thing for me to write but I hope y’all angst ppl enjoy

“Jumin,” you called, poking your head in the door of his home office. You had your daughter on your hip; she was only ten months old but was the light of you and your husband’s life. “When do you think you’ll be done?” You tried to convince him to take a year off for the baby; he couldn’t do that of course. It was selfish to think so. But you didn’t want him to miss a moment of the baby’s first year.

He looked up at you and the baby, a bright smile on his face. “I’ll try and get done soon,” his face fell a little, “but it still might be an hour or so.”

You walked over to him, bending down to kiss his cheek. “Okay!” You directed your attention to the baby. “You say okay dada? Da-da?” You were working on her saying her first words.

She just gurbled a little. Jumin chuckled and leaned in to kiss her. “I’ll be out as soon as possible,” he told you. You went back out to play for a little before she would get tired.

She was fond of the plastic key rings. She liked the sound it made when she shook it. And teething with it, of course. Her second favorite toy was probably her lamby stuffed animal. Or Elizabeth the 3rd, although you weren’t sure if she counted as a toy. It was nice to get her used to the cat, who walked over to sniff her and usually got pulled about by the baby. She dealt with it for her. She even would come over when the baby cried. Elizabeth really was a good cat.

You kept your eye on her as you walked over to fill Elizabeth’s dish for food. And then it happened. “Ma-ma?” She called.

You nearly passed out. You rushed over to her. “Jumin!” You called, hoping he wasn’t in a meeting. You swung her into your arms. “Hi Baby! Did you say Mama? Ma-ma?” You tickled her tummy, making her laugh.

Then you took her to her father. You didn’t even bother knocking this time around. “Guess what!?” You asked excitedly. He turned his chair to focus his attention on you. His eyes were tired but he was still smiling; he always was for the two of you. “She said her first words. You tell Daddy what you said? Mama? Ma-ma? Ma-ma?”

“Mama!” She squealed. Jumin’s face lit up. She giggled and burbled and squirmed. She was so proud of herself.

“Wow! Your first words!” Jumin said excitedly. He stood up from his seat. “This is wonderful!”

“Isn’t it so exciting!?” You were walking on air.

The phone rang. Jumin sighed. “I can get it. You spend some time with her,” you offered, handing her over to her father. He let out a sigh of relief and took her, bouncing her slightly as you went to get the phone.

Press. How did they get your home phone number? You rolled your eyes and hung up, making your way back over to your happy family.

She was crying. Jumin was rocking her, singing softly. He’d never let anyone on the planet hear him sing, spare the two of you. He heard your footsteps and glanced at you. “I feel like she always cries when I hold her.” He sounded slightly frustrated, slightly broken-hearted. “How about I take next week off so we can all spend more time together?”

“That sounds perfect.” You wrapped your arms around his back, nuzzling into his shoulder. Your eyes caught the clock. So that’s why she was crying. “She’s just hungry. Let me go feed her, then she’ll be all happy again.” Jumin passed her off to your arms and she continued crying, clearly ready to eat. Once you got her latched on she was finally quiet.

The next day you weren’t feeling well. Same for the day after. It was probably a million things: feeding the baby, lack of sleep, stress, change in diet from after the baby was born. The doctor had to call in some medicine for you.

You shrugged on a jacket, glancing over at your baby all decked out in a pastel pink winter coat. You knocked on Jumin’s door. “Jumin?” You opened it slightly. “I’m going to the pharmacy to get my medicine. Do you wanna come with us?”

He ran a hand through his hair. He looked exhausted. “I can just send someone to do that for you, Love.”

You couldn’t meet his eye. “I’m... embarrassed about it,” you pouted. “That my whole body is out of wack. I don’t want anyone picking it up. Feels too personal.”

“I wish I could go, but I have a meeting in a few minutes,” he frowned, “Can I have a kiss before you go?”

You laughed, walking over to him to peck him on the lips. “Always,” you whispered. “Love you. Say bye-bye Dada,” you told your baby. She fell silent.

“She’ll get it soon,” Jumin encouraged. You nodded, then headed out.

You strapped her in the car seat and began the drive to the pharmacy. “Dada. Da-da. Can you say dada for me baby?” You encouraged her throughout the drive. What a surprise it’d be to Jumin when she finally got it! You’d just have to keep pushing it.

The car shouldn’t have been there. It shouldn’t have run the red light. It shouldn’t have hit the driver’s seat, sending the car spinning, slamming your front side into a building.

But it was. And it did.

Why were you calling him so soon? Maybe you forgot something at home. Jumin muted himself from the conference call and picked up. “Hi Honey,” he greeted, “I’m still in a meet-“

“Sir? Is this Jumin Han?” That wasn’t his wife’s voice. His heart dropped. His mouth was dry.

“Yes it is.”

Silence. For too long. Every second felt like an hour.

“Your wife has gotten into an accident. Her and the baby are still breathing, but she’s in and out of consciousness. We’re taking them to the hospital. Do you give permission for them to be operated on if necessary?”

And for once, he had no words.

Words used to fly freely from his mouth. Compliments came naturally to him. He always knew what to say. He was raised from birth on how to speak and articulate everything flawlessly. But now he couldn’t speak.

“Sir?”

“Yes. Yes, of course.” What was once slow-motion was finally back to real-time, which felt like a million miles an hour compared to how it was. “What hospital?”

“Saint Joe’s.”

“On my way.”

He hung up the phone. Unmuted himself. “I have a family emergency. We can continue this later.” Didnt wait for a response. Left the call. Forgot a coat. Couldn’t wait for Driver Kim. Drove himself to a hospital. You were a good driver. He was a bad driver. He cursed the world that he made it to the hospital safely. Why did you get in an accident but he didn’t? You were the careful one. Why didn’t you call Driver Kim? He was angry at the world.

You were in surgery when he arrived. They were running tests on his daughter. She appeared pretty unscathed. You had put her on the passenger’s side; a move that saved her life. She never would have survived if she had been on the other side of the car.

She was okay. They gave her to him. She was in his arms. She was okay.

You had gotten out of surgery. They had to monitor you to see if it was successful, but you were out and coming to consciousness.

“...Jumin?” You whimpered, opening your eyes. Your body felt like it was on fire. But he was there, holding your baby. The baby was okay. “Am I dreaming?” You choked out. Were you both really okay?

A tear fell down his cheek. He walked over to you. “You’re not dreaming. She’s okay. And you’re here. You’re here with me. You’re okay,” he whispered. He was afraid if he spoke aloud his voice would crack.

“Oh.” You sighed. “Good.”

And then the waterworks hit. You were crying. “I didn’t mean to. I endangered us. The car came out of nowhere Jumin. I didn’t know what to do! Is the other person okay too?”

He hadn’t even thought to ask. He’d find out later. That wasn’t the main concern. Right now, he was here with you and with the baby, and that was all that mattered.

“They’re keeping you tonight to make sure the surgery was successful,” he stated simply. He couldn’t even listen to his own words. He had been so frightened. But you made it. Of course it was successful. You were breathing and crying and smiling in front of him.

“Take her home.”

He frowned harshly. “I can’t leave you here.”

You frowned right back at him. “She’s going to be hungry soon. She needs you with her. Don’t make her stay with someone unfamiliar, or stay somewhere as strange as this after all she’s been through.”

He sighed. “You’re right.”

“I know I am.”

He kissed your forehead. He took her hand and made her wave. They left.

Your body was on fire. A constant pain. A constant ache that couldn’t go away, no matter how much morphine they gave you.

The next morning Jumin was back. His hair was wet. He had showered. She was in a tutu. She looked cute; he had done a good job dressing her. She was grinning and squeaking and flapping her arms. The doctor told you the surgery was unsuccessful.

Money could buy anything... right?

Another surgery. It was dangerous. There was a lot of internal bleeding. But you needed it. If you didn’t get it, you wouldn’t last more than 3 days. Jumin’s face was stoic. “What are the chances of success?”

“10%,” the doctor said simply, as though this was nothing new or shocking.

“And what if we’re in the 90%?” Jumin fired back. The doctor didn’t answer. He couldn’t meet your eye. That was an answer enough for you.

You looked at Jumin. Put on a smile. Smile. Smile. “10% is 1 in 10. I’m healthy. I eat well, I exercise. We need to do it,” you encouraged him. You never told him about the fire you felt every time you breathed. He didn’t need to know.

“Okay.” You could hardly hear his voice. “Okay.”

The doctor would prep the room for surgery. It would be about an hour. Jumin’s face was crumpled. He was trying so hard to keep it in.

“Hey,” you nudged him. You forced yourself to be optimistic, because what else could you be? “Go get a coffee.”

“I can’t leave you right now. There’s only an hour.”

“Yeah, an hour and then I’ll be gone for a few and then a whole lifetime. Go get a coffee. You look tired.” You weren’t lying. He seemed exhausted. You didn’t think he got any sleep. “And get roses maybe.”

“You want roses?” He smiled.

You laughed. Fire in your gut. “Duh. I’m gonna be here for a few days at least. It’ll liven the place up.”

“Okay. How many?” He put a smile on his face too.

“I don’t know... however many you feel like. I’ll even take the baby so you can pick out in peace.” You held your arms out to take her. Jumin carefully set her in your arms. “I missed holding her last night.”

“I’ll be right back. I love you.” He gave you a peck on the lips.

“I love you more.”

And then it was just you and the baby. You could finally let your eyes water. “1 in 10 is still good chances, Baby,” you told her. You knew she couldn’t understand. But you wanted to tell her. “But the way I feel right now... I don’t feel very good.”

You kissed her little cheek. “I’m so happy I could bring you into this world. Make you laugh and speak and crawl. Feed you in the middle of the night. Protect you from that car. I don’t care if it hurt me instead. I protected you.”

Tears were falling. Dripping onto her cheeks. You wiped furiously at your eyes. This wasn’t fair to anyone. “I’m... if I’m okay then you can forget this ever happened. You won’t remember anyways. If I’m gone today you’ll never remember me. I will only live in photographs and old interviews and stories your father will tell. It’ll be hard to grow up without a mother. You’ll panic when you get your first period and Daddy is no help at all. I hope they’ll step up and help you... all our friends. Just... be there for him. Okay? He will watch you grow and teach you so much but... you take care of him too. He’ll get a million things wrong. But he made you. And that was right. And that’s enough for me to know he will take care of you.”

Jumin remembered flowers made you sneeze. If they didn’t make your nose so itchy he would have bought the whole gift shop of flowers. That would have been inconsiderate to other families. He bought baby pink lilies, carrying them up in their pretty vase.

“Hi,” you smiled, greeting him as he entered. You were happy you had stopped talking to the baby when you did. Your tears were all wiped away. You were presentable enough to not show your husband your fear. He set the flowers down next to you. “Those are beautiful.”

“I thought... since she likes pink so much, they’d remind you of her when she goes home at night and you have to stay here,” he shrugged. He put on a smile.

You scooted over in your bed, which was easier said than done. “Come sit with me until they’re ready.” You patted the spot on the bed next to you. “I’m a little nervous.”

“I am too... but you said it yourself. It’ll be okay.” He was smiling again. None of his smiles were genuine. They hadn’t been since he walked through that door this morning.

You looked at him. His mind was clearly racing. He wrapped an arm around you, pulling you close. “You can tell me you’re scared,” you whispered.

“I... I can’t raise her alone.” He buried his face into your neck. Tears soaked the collar of your hospital gown. “I can’t even hold her for ten minutes without her crying.”

“She’s a baby, Jumin. She cries every ten minutes in general.” You couldn’t cry. You focused on your baby’s eyes, shut as she napped in your arms. “I’ll fight my absolute hardest, Jumin. You can’t get rid of me as easily as you think.” If you had to leave this world... you wanted his last memories of you to be happy.

When they came to get you, he kissed you. Once, twice, three times. You kissed the baby. And all you could think was you couldn’t be done. You didn’t formally say goodbye to him. You hadn’t talked to any of the RFA members. You didn’t ask Jaehee to help with your daughter just in case. You didn’t even tell Elizabeth goodbye on your way out last time. You’d have to come back and do it then.

He almost dropped the baby when they told him you didn’t make it. She was so calm. She was still asleep. Her eyes were shut, her mouth smiling slightly. Didn’t she know? Couldn’t she feel the loss of her mother?

He couldn’t believe it at first. He couldn’t talk to anyone. They sent him back to your room to collect your things.

Those pink lilies. He should have gotten something tangible. Something he could selfishly take with him to remind himself of you. These flowers would die. You only got to see them for a few minutes. It was stupid. He’d leave them there.

Your phone. Your phone. The one they called him from to give him the news. It wasn’t even cracked. It still had your smudged fingerprints on it from constant use. How could that accident have broken you completely and leave the phone unscathed!?

He didn’t realize he had thrown it until it clattered on the ground. He was still holding his child in one hand. He needed to be more careful. He had so much rage though...

He needed to be careful.

He bent down and picked up the phone.

It was still spotless. No cracks, not even from being thrown against the cinderblock wall.

He fell, leaning against said wall, holding his daughter in his arms. It was stupid. It was unfair. He was the richest man in the country and he couldn’t save you. What was the point of money if it didn’t do what he needed it to do?

He cried.

She opened her eyes. She still wasn’t crying. She still was as innocent as she had been yesterday, before the accident. As though she knew nothing new. As though nothing had changed. But so much had.

To her, only one thing had. She knew a new word.

“Da-da?”

If anyone wanted the grand total, I cried 18 times while writing this. Tell me if you cried or if I am just dramatic

On a more personal level, the first memory I have is buying pink lilies for my mom the day she died. No memories of her, only of those pink lilies. My sister bought a bear and got to take it home. Every day I think of how I have no momentos of her, just the image of those stupid pink lilies I’m cryin in da club

#mystic messenger #mysme #Jumin han #angst

69 notes · View notes

stardust-sanctuary · 4 years

Text

Random things I think the demon bros would be good at

So, I’ve been working on my own MC Penelope (hopefully I can post her on my art blog soon!), and then I saw someone mention they wanna see the bros written to be more than their cardinal sins. So I got to thinking; MC has helped improve their lives, what if they wanted to return the favor? So; here’s a random list of a stuff no one asked for.

Lucifer

We all know this man is diligent as fuck. He’s always on top of his paperwork, always looking out for Diavolo, wrangling his six wild brothers, and does it all with enough time to spare to appreciate the arts.

Time management is clearly a skill of his, but he’s also great at prioritizing tasks. What task will take the longest? When is the best time to do this task? What should I start with? The dude’s been a workaholic since before his fall; he knows his shit. He’ll definately help you if you’re struggling (just be prepared for a mountain of teasing!)

Despite being teased for being an “old man”, with age comes wisdom. He’s definately going to be the type to try and give you some dad advice in the hopes you don’t repeat his mistakes.

Mammon

The UR card “The Mammon Way” has proved to me that Mammon may have the chops to be a mathematical genius.....so long as he can apply it to money that is!

To compound that; I feel like Mammon is really good at reading patterns in behavior. How else could he manage to steal from people like Lucifer and Leviathan? This isn’t limited to just people; I feel like he could predict things like fashion or music trends.

He’ll definately pick up if your behavior changes, and tries to help in that tsundere way we all love. He tries his best, and even though he won’t always know how to help, he’ll damn well try.

“MC, you’re not eating regularly! You’re gonna slow me down if you don’t eat!”

Leviathan

So, we all know that Leviathan is really good at sewing and costuming. And maybe I’m projecting; but I feel like he’d have great talent as a writer.

Think about it; he consumes so much media and reviews it. AND he’s apparently got loads of followers? The dude has to have a way with words. Not to mention a major understanding of storytelling, character design and arcs, and world-building

DND WITH LEVIATHAN WOULD BE AMAZING

I also think he’d be a great editor (if you can steer him away from his Ruri-Chan). Definately the person to go to when you need your rough draft polished!

Satan

This good boy is Snow White when it comes to animals (sans Cerberus) and I cannot he convinced otherwise.

I swear, he’s got a secret army of crows and cats just ready to wreck someone’s day.

I also think he’s very observant. He reads so much and is able to filter in the most valuable knowledge, and can even trip up Lucifer.

Demonic Sherlock Holmes anyone?

Like Mammon, he’ll be one of the first to pick up if your start deviating your normal behavior pattern. Though this boy will quietly research things and end up worrying himself silly. Cue weird packages of homemade medicine at your door.

Just tell him to come talk to you directly, and it’ll help you both out a lot.

I also imagine him as a talented photographer. I feel like his specialties would be in nature photography and candid photos of people. (Yes I’m biased)

Asmodeus

Okay, so I have a weakness for “slut” characters. Jessica Rabbit, Haru from Beastars, characters like that. I just remember thinking to myself as a young bab “I wish I could be that confident.”

Asmodeus, despite all his vanity, would probably be very well-educated about health. He knows all the ways to make healthy food delicious, the best lotions and creams for skin problems, and maybe even correctly guess what you’re sick with.

“I told you that you were getting a cold, MC!”

“Shut up, Asmo.”

“Love you too 💕.”

I also have a feeling that he’d be the one to help you when you need a “self care” day. After all, a healthy mind helps a healthy body!

Beelzebub

Beel, Beel, Beel, how we all love this sweetheart. It’s canon that not only is he an excellent judge of food, but also one hell of an athlete! He’d probably be an amazing workout buddy.

Beel is just really pure in my eyes (minus the food tantrums but hey, we all got our flaws), so there’s not that much I can add on.

He’s that friend you can rely on, the friend you can trust with your fears and secrets, the friend whose shoulder you can cry on.

Help him through the survivors guilt he holds from Lillith’s death, the guilt he feels from being unable to stop Lucifer and Belphie from fighting, and just treat him like the good friend he is, and you’ll have a friend for life.

#protectBeel

Belphegor

I remember seeing on Tumblr someone pointing out that Belphie seduced MC just like how Satan taught us during the RAD Exams tutoring. So yeah, this boy knows how the human mind works and it honestly scares me a little.

Maybe Belphie is Sherlock Holmes and Satan is John Watson? (Would that make Lucifer Lestrade and Mammon Moriarty???)

Anyways, what strikes me about Belphie is just how he breezes through schoolwork even though he sleeps all the time? The boy is smart; maybe a bit too smart for his own good.

I honestly think he’s pretty empathetic; to the point it influences his own emotions (he went to fairly far lengths to prevent the exchange program because of how much Lilith’s death affected him. Survivors guilt is one hell of a thing). I also see this when he makes the effort to not only make up for what he did to MC but his brothers as well.

For the love of God, Lucifer, talk to your brother, damn.

Agree? Disagree? Didn’t see your idea? Go ahead and add your own thoughts!

#obey me #obey me x mc #obey me x reader #obey me!

154 notes · View notes