#and apparently hes had a fever and cough for the last two-three days so he went and got a covid test

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Demon Bride Ch57 Demon's Are Strange P3

(WARNINGS!!: Douma IS his own warning. Possibly some innuendos. Mentioning of him being poisoned. Mentions of Douma's backstory and what he went through as a result. Mentioning of murder and self-murder of Douma's parents. Douma gets a really bad fever and nearly gets worse from it.

To answer a few questions about the Tokito twins relationship with Kokushibo, in this particular au/timeline, most of the Twins backstory IS cannon but a few details are moved around. Their mother still passed away from her illness but instead of getting sick when they were 10, she got sick and passed away by the time the twins were both 5 yrs old. Their father still cannonically died as he did in cannon, by attempting to get his wife the herbs she needed.

In this timeline, Kokushibo kept track of his and Yorichii's family tree. However as Yorichii's child died unmarried and without any children, he mainly kept tabs on his own bloodline which ended (for now) with both twins. Kokushibo found out through a few humans about the death of the twins' parents but as they weren't in Muzan's Territories he needed special permission to interact with them.  By the age of 6 both twins were essentially adopted by Great Something Grandpa Kokushibo as he saw potential in them, and by age seven he started training them in the ways of sword fighting as he had done with Kaigaku before them in between his other duties to Muzan. When both Twins were 9 Kokushibo thought it was best for him to retrieve the twins and bring them both back to live with him instead of going back and forth constantly.

That's when he met Y/n on his way to retrieve the twins, two years before the events of chapter one. Kokushibo only just recently brought them to live in the Dwell to be looked after along with the other Kizuki's family. Kokushibo absolutely remembers his past interactions with Y/n and part of his intentions of bringing the twins is to have them imprint of Y/n and vise versa for the sole purpose of giving the twins some sense of a family unit.)

"I'm so happy that you agreed to spend time with me again! "

"As long as you don't start calling me your wife again. How are you feeling? It's been a few days since you were..."

"Poisoned? It's alright. You can say it. Won't change anything. But it's nice you asked! My body is already feeling better! My coughing fits have already stopped sometime last night."

You sat across from Douma and nodded at him. You had visited him again and brought him a few new books to replace the few you'd given him to read. Apparently he was a very fast reader when left alone with nothing to do and you weren't there to be his entertainment. Surprisingly he chattered a lot though. 

"That's good." You nodded at him. "Have you been eating and drinking enough water? Getting enough sleep?"

He nodded to everything you said. "Yes! I've eaten everything you've given me. You're a very good friend!"

This is how 'courting' with Douma has been. Not only were you playing sitter with him whenever the boys weren't around  but Akaza would often be heard either just outside the doorway or hovering down the hallway which often lead to Douma calling out to him which would then lead into an argument until you put your foot down and FIRMLY told Akaza he couldn't be bothering you or him while you helped or was court by Douma. Akaza seemed hurt but you would make it up by promising he could court you right after you were finished with Douma. Which was usually just you both lazing about in between you helping Douma or after he brought the children home. Which usually included small gifts of flowers or kind gestures of hugs or holding your hands....After he asked permission to hold said hands. It was complicated going back and forth between two constantly courting demons,  taking care of Douma, now THREE children, and keeping Akaza and Douma from fighting.

The children were  a whole different deal all together. There was obviously the fact that Muichiro seemed to be thrilled at the idea of you being a potential mother, Yuichiro didn't say much honestly and seemed more annoyed by everything than anything else, and Rui was going back and forth between excitement that Akaza was finally spending so much time with him and the prospect of having the two twins as brothers. Sharing his toys and constantly trying to get Yuichiro to take what toys he shoved into his stubborn hands to play with. Which led to a few small fights either you or Akaza had to stop. Children. Sigh. You even stumbled into the twins huddled around Rui who...had your courting gifts??

"What are you boys doing with those?" All three looked at you. "Those were given to me by my courters. You can't just take them without permission.''

"Oh it's ok, Mother," Rui said waving a hand at you. "We're helping you choose which ones will be our dads!"

You blanked staring at the three. ".... Excuse me?"

Rui pointed at the three groups of objects on the ground, the objects that your 'fiances' had gifted you to start courting you. "This is the pile of dads we want." Rui pointed at a small group of Akaza's anklet, Kokushibo's white sash belt, and Gyutaro's cloth. "Scary Dad can get us lots of stuff by just yelling. AND HE COMES WITH AUNT DAKI THAT SPOILS US! And of course Father and Father 2 are here. Father is the best Father and Father two is powerful and gives me brothers."

"What about Mr. Douma?," Muichiro said curiously holding up a Golden fan. "He always seems really nice."

"Are you mad?" Yuichiro frowned at him and harshly yanked the fan from his twins' hand. "He's a no good womanizer! And he gives me a bad feeling every time I see him! He's going in the definite no pile!" He then threw the fan in a second pile that had an empty bottle of medicine Enmu left you, Karaku's fan, and Urogi's feather. "I'll never have him as a father!"

You just stared as the three discussed father's before pointing out a third pile in the middle made up of two objects. Sekido's golden hoop and Aizetsu's blue rope. "And...that pile?"

"That's the 'maybe' pile!," Rui explained as he pointed at them. "They're both annoying and I still hate them for attacking me...But one gave me a puppy and blue eyed one is tolerable. If you marry one of them then we would also get a grandfather and uncle. We just haven't decided yet." You then watched as Rui picked up two items. Kyogai's drum and Kaigaku's necklace. He placed them in the 'definitely' pile. "The drum man is a good father too, and Kaigaku has proven to be a good provider and protector. So I'll allow them to also join as my fathers."

"You mean Kaigaku?" Yuichiro scoffed again and crossed his arms. "His egos almost as big as his fat head! His attitude is spoiled and stubborn too!!....But Kyogai is fine. He always likes to tell stories."

"I like Mr. Kyogai too! Don't think of Kaigaku like that. He can just teach us how to be samurai when Sensai Kokushibo isn't around!"

"....Boys. Just...Put those back on the shelf. Now."

But enough about that. Now in the present you were just sitting there with Douma and just watching as he babbled senselessly and hold up a book. 

"Oh how sweet art thine eyes compared iddly to the morning summer morning dew drops as they traverse across the softest of green grasses only to drip and kiss the earth with thy gently drizzle droplets.~" he sighed and pressed a hand onto his chest. "Such poetry is made to be shared with the most beautiful of company.~" He then gave you a wolfish grin eyes half lidded and winked. 

You rolled your eyes. "Psh. What a cheap flirt. It'll take more than that to get me to fall for you. Although I'm glad we're talking normally. It's a nice change of pace."

"Oh? Well then I'll be sure to keep that in mind when we meet again for lunch tomorrow."

"Can't." He hummed and tilted his head. "I'm spending time with Akaza tomorrow. We're taking the boys and Zohakuten to spend a day outside. It'll be good for them to get outside and get some fresh air."

"Oh...Fresh air will be good for me too! Nakime can just teleport me outside and back in!"

"No. That wouldn't be fair to Akaza. He needs some of his own space to court me away from you. Don't worry about it. I already arranged something with Kokushibo so you're taken cared of while I'm gone." With one hand you reached out to pat his cheek... before pausing gazing at his face...before pressing your palm fully against his cheek.

"Oh darling.~" He cooed before reaching a hand up and grabbing your hand. "You do not have to pretend to be so formal-"

"I'm not being affectionate." You pulled your hand away before plopping it back onto his forehead and furrowing your brows. "You're warm...Are you running a fever?"

"Oh I'm fiiiiinne. It's sweet you care though." 

You frowned looking at him.. before sighing and removing your hand away from him. "Well I thought we agreed to not lie to each other again. You have bags under your eyes,so you might be telling the truth about eating and sleeping enough but you haven't been sleeping well. Have you been staying up reading these books?"

"Reading yes! Books? No." He held up a hand. "I've been doing my duties from here and answering my fateful worshippers letters!"

You blinked looking at him. "What?" 

"Of course! I've sent word to my compound to send me any worries to me by letter. I will guide them to paradise by writing and in spirit if I cannot in person."

You just stared at him. ".... Exactly how many letter do you get?!"

He hummed in thought. "...I cannot remember the exact amount. They're usually delivered very late in the day when you leave because it takes so long for them to get here. I make sure to answer them swiftly to deliver the best results."

You slowly nodded. "Yes...I can understand that. Tell me more about that poetry you were reading."

You made it a point that night to speak to Akaza and convince him to stop anymore mail from being handed over to Douma and be held from him until he recovered. You would deal with Douma's whiny aftermath when you get back from spending time with Akaza and the children. Finally have a peaceful, normal day-

"I don't see how you were able to think of such a disgraceful idea!" 

You gave Zohakuten a deadpanned look as Akaza just packed up a giant basket of food to take along. It was his idea to turn the entire trip into a picnic for the children, but he turned around and gave the moody teenager a frown as he kept complaining.

"I got your father's permission to have a picnic there. As long as we don't destroy any of the cherry blossoms and clean up after ourselves there's no problem. And you all need a chance to get some real sunlight and a break from studying and training. You children need a time to play as children. I've already told Kokushibo I'm taking all of you whether he likes it or not."

Zohakuten looked at you wide eyed. "...You are really pushing your luck with him. I'm surprised that he hasn't loped your head off for disobedience yet. And that grove is a sacred place to my family!"

"Well tough. And if Kokushibo wants me to take care of them then I'll do it the same way I care for Rui. If he has a problem with it then he should speak up."

Zohakuten only still stared in disbelief as Akaza chuckled and picked up the basket. "Well I for one agree. If he has any complaints then he'll make it known to her later, and the reason we're going to that place in particular is because we know it's safe. Right now SAFETY is the number one priority not technicalities." Akaza then pointed at him. "If I were you, I'd be a little more grateful to her considering she stuck her neck out to give you another chance to be a Kizuki. So start shaping up that attitude like Kokushibo said or else you'll lose it again." Zohakuten looked at him for a moment before looking away quickly. "An apology would be a good start, Young man."

"Apologies are weak. Vulnerability leads to weakness and weakness leads to your power being taken from you."

"There's strength in feelings. Whether they be rage or something more gentle. I've learnt that thanks to a very special person. Now apologize before I force it out of you."

Zohakuten snapped to Akaza..and quickly remembered his place when Upper Moon Three turned the same look he's given Sekido and Karaku he attacked them at him...and he quickly turned his head back to you. "Apologies. I'll....control my tongue better around my company.'' He said through gritted fangs and looking like he'd love to punch Akaza in the face. 

"It's alright. Just try to do better from now on. Are you doing better in your studies?"

"I have to. Father is making me study whenever I'm not elsewhere."

"Well that's all Kokushibo wants. He wants you to improve yourself and do better. That's why he gave your brothers a second chance." You patted him on the shoulder with a smile that made him blink at you. "Study hard, work on yourself a little more, and you'll be alright. Just remember to take a break for yourself too every while."

He continued to stare until he turned his head away with a huff. "Fine. I suppose I should honor your brave act but don't think I'll be soft."

"I don't expect you to."

"Now that's all settled, let's go get going. That sun isn't going to stay out all day and I'd rather go and get back before sundown."

Akaza outstretched his arm to you before picking up said basket and of course you obliged. What a gentleman. You accepted his arm much to his happiness and soon three little children toddled up instantly to you both and the grumpy teenager. Akaza had already arranged things with Nakime so you were already expecting it when a blue tipped hand reached out, grabbed the door, and pulled it open. Three little pairs of eyes widened as the sunlight filtered in and a gentle breeze blew a flurry of pink petals over their body. The sight of cherry blossoms and a beautiful small creek filled their eyes before they looked at one another....

"Last one to the stream has to eat their vegetables!!" Rui was first to run out making the twins blink.

"HEY!!" "That's not fair! We weren't ready!"

Both twins raced after Rui and Zohakuten grumbled stomping out after them. "YOU BETTER NOT HARM ANYTHING HERE YOU HEAR ME?!" 

Akaza sighed and you patted his arm as if to say 'welcome to parenthood' and together you both crossed the threshold. Breathing in fresh air and the sweet aromas of the flowers, and feeling real sunlight on your skin. This would be a long overdue experience for everyone here. 

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"What's going on here?!"

It had been a whole day since you last saw Douma. One whole day and night. Twenty four hours. And yet when you woke up it was to Rui complaining about so many people coming inside the Dwell and the background noise of people talking. You just opened the door and found a MASSIVE line of demons standing there starting from Douma's room and disappearing around the corner, and these people weren't servants. You also found Akaza standing there also looking very puzzled at the sight and had looked at you when you spoke up.

"I have no idea. I've never seen these people before."

You looked at him before at the many pairs of eyes staring at you. "Alright. Then I'll go to the source." You frowned before pushing past Akaza and the people closest to the door and grabbed the door leading inside Douma's room. Throwing it open and looking inside. ".....What the HELL are you doing?!"

You had walked in on Douma sitting there in the same comfy set up, only there was a demon couple there sitting on their knees in front of him but all of them had looked up when you just threw the door open. 

"Oh hello, Darling!" Douma smiled and waved at you. "You just walked in on my daily visits. This young couple was just telling me about their wishes for a son! I suppose after seven daughters you'd want one of those.''

You... slowly blinked. "That still doesn't explain what the hell you're doing!!"

"Oh. Daily sermons from myself to the gods! I told you people come to me constantly seeking my guidance. For some reason my letters stopped so I agreed to in person visits. It does get rather lonely by myself."

".....ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! YOU'RE HAVING CULT VISITS AT FOUR IM THE MORNKNG!? I JUST...UGH!!!" You threw up your arms before you pointed at the two demons. "You two! Out! Now!" You then pointed at the door.

"What?! But what about our son-"

"O U T!!," a loud snarl escaped your mouth with a snap of fangs that Akaza would've been proud of.  eventually the  two left with you stomping your feet close behind them as the woman pulled her husband out by the arm. "OOOOOUUUUUTTT!!! OUT OUT OUT!! GET OUT!! AND STAY OUT!!" You poked your head out the doorway and glared at everyone muttering and staring at you. "FROM THIS POINT ONWARDS THERE'S NOT GOING TO BE ANYMORE VISITS!! AKAZA GET ALL THESE PEOPLE OUT OF HERE!! AND THAT'S FINAL!!"

SLAM!! 

There was a murdering uproar from the annoyed group outside but you just slammed the door in their faces and stayed there for a moment hearing Akaza yell out above the crowd and telling them all to get going. You have a long sigh just standing there and mumbling curses.

"That wasn't very nice. I still had to help them you know."

"Are you kidding me?" You turned tired eyes on Douma as he sat there. "It's four a.m. in the morning, people are sleeping, and you decided to have a side business inviting people in here!" You fully turned to him as the sounds of the crowd started to shift down the hall muffled by the walls. "What were you thinking?!"

"Oh. Well I wanted to continue my duties-"

"NOT WHEN YOU'RE SICK!!" You threw your arms at him looking him over. "Look at you! You look worse than you did when I last sat you! You're not getting sleep, you're pale with eye bags the size of apples, and you keep making stupid decisions like this! Are you trying to make my life difficult at this point?!"

"Oh no. I'm trying to help IMPROVE everyone's lives in fact! If you want I can also improve yours!"

You ended up dragging your hands down your face ... before just stomping towards him. Douma blinked as two hands firmly grabbed his shoulders. "YOU!!" You harshly shoved him back down in the pile of comfy pillows. "Go to bed! NOW!! I'm going back to sleep, and in the morning I'm having a healer come look at you." A hand poked his chest as he rose his brows in amusement. "And absolutely, positively NO more working! No more visitors! No more mail! No nothing! You need rest! And sleep!  Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?!"

"Clearly!" He nodded happily. "But I do have one question?"

"What?"

"Do I get a good night kiss?~"

"Ugh!" You pulled away from him and sat down on the floor rubbing your temples. "Why do you always do that?"

"I've done it since I was a young child." You looked at Douma deadpanned. He's always been this annoying as a child? Doubtful. But then again this WAS Douma you were talking about. "I've heard people's problems and troubling thoughts, and helped them out as best as I could."

You rolled your eyes at first...but the longer what he said lingered the more it really sunk in what he just actually said to you. Making you slowly look back at him. "Wait...What did you just say?"

"I've always helped people in need since I was a young boy. You see I've always had such a talent for it. My parents noticed it the moment I was born with such divine features. I was born to be a leader." He pressed a hand to his chest and smiled widely at you. "Oh yes. Many a human and demon alike gathered around to ask for the gods blessings through me, even if I don't personally believe such things I make it my duty to guide others."

You stared at him for a long, long moment. "...And..your parents don't see a problem with you just doing that? What do they say when you disregard your health like this just to tend to other people's useless desires?! That man wanted a son out of you, but you couldn't possibly make his wife bare a son!"

"I have no idea what they were saying now." He shrugged. "Unfortunately my father wasn't a very  moral man, quite the many affairs he had. Perhaps that's what drove my mother to take both of their lives." You continued to stare numbly as he hummed again at the memory. "The mess they left behind was so terrible. It took my poor servants hours to clean everything up and air out the room. I cried for them as I should've."

"You.... didn't..." You continued to stare at him. His expression even as he looked at you and smiled did not change. Not when he spoke of death. Not when he spoke of hope. Emptiness glossed over my clever masks and pretty faces.

"I didn't what, Dear?"

You didn't feel.

You didn't answer. Standing up abruptly to leave as a new spike of fear came over you. Reminded of that fact as those empty orbs followed you with a tilt of his head. Douma was a dangerous man. You should keep that in mind going forward. But at the same time...He never really put you in any outright danger. Just the opposite. He went out of his way to try and get you out of harm's way by messing with your letter to Sakura and personally visiting her, even almost killing her at one point. You saw the clear shifts in his body language when speaking to her. 

But was he doing that for you or for Daki whom it seemed he almost had some kind of fatherly or brotherly bond with?

You noticed that whenever you got him to speak of either siblings he would actually spark a tiny bit of interest in his eyes but it wasn't happiness. It was more of a fondness like how someone would have a fondness for a book or a song. But that was it. There wasn't really much else despite how much of how we'll be pretended on the outside.

"Nothing. I just don't have enough sleep. Go to sleep now. No more visitors and no more mail until you get better. I'm going back to bed."

He blinked as you silently left but smiled and waved anyways. "Alright then. Good night, Darling."

You did sleep well for the rest of that night. And as a result you were grumpy all day yesterday as you sent for a healer to come to check over Douma. By now it had been two weeks since he last gotten poisoned and he was a bit better. The purple veins on his body had already shrunk in size and he was able to feel again in his legs and even move them, but the other symptoms like the lightheadedness and feeling weak were still very much present. You couldn't get a healer to come see Douma until three days after you sent for one. I'm the meantime you made sure he ate and drank enough but he was still having trouble sleeping. You couldn't understand why other than he said he felt hot, but every time you felt his forehead he didn't feel very warm. You needed that healer and finally you got one. It wasn't Enmu, but an older man decked out in gloves and a mask. Thank the gods. Douma made no objections to the doctor's examination and the results should've relieved you.

"He has a normal temperature and other than his lack of sleep, you have nothing to worry about. I would recommend he tries to sleep in a different position and keep up his regular eating habits until the wysteria fully leaves his system."

Like said, that should've relieved you but it didn't. Douma seemed to be getting worse and worse by the day despite his body getting better and better. He stopped waking you up by yelling out. He seemed more groggy and his mind seemed to have a hard time focusing. You tried talking to Akaza about it whenever you two had some time together but of course the link haired demon shrugged it off.

"Douma acts up when he wants attention. If the healer says he's fine then he's fine. He's probably just bored out of his empty head and faking it to make everyone fawn over him as usual. Don't worry about him. Let's focus on having a peaceful time between us for once."

You wanted to believe both of them but...then there was a too big of a bad feeling in the back of your mind. And your worries were confirmed when you opened the door one day to Douma's room. The tray of food fell from your hands. Food and water spilt all over the floor at your feet. Douma peered up weakly at you from his Shaking sitting up position holding his wheezing chest as he forced a smile.

"L-Little Lotus.."

"SOMEONE GET A HEALER!! SOMEONE GET A HEALER RIGHT NOW!!"

It was almost a blur as you found yourself clinging to Douma as he struggled to breath which what it certainly sounded like. He had a coughing fit so massive it wracked his body and shook him to the core. You hadn't seen a cough this bad since Rui had that fever on the train. Eventually Douma was able to stabilize himself and you managed to push him back into the pillows as he heaved but seemed to breath easier now.

"Easy! EASY!" You grabbed his cheeks as he continued to breath out of sinc and patted his cheeks making his eyes open at you. "Breath slowly. Steady your breath. In through your nose, and out of your mouth. Like this. Do what I do. Ok " You weren't sure why he chose too, but you were glad when he actually listened to you and copied your movements. "There you go. Relax. You're doing good." You gave him an approving pat to his cheek as he huffed a chuckle.

Where was that stupid healer?! Not surprisingly the same healer as the one from before was the one who came back and reexamined Douma... before just getting up and leaving without another word. It stunned you enough to follow him out and catch the man just as he was exiting the Dwell. 

"Hey, hey, hey!!" You ran out the door and grabbed him by the arm, forcibly turning him to face you. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Why didn't you say anything?!"

He sighed annoyed. "Because clearly there's nothing to say. He's clearly fine."

"Fine?! Uh...No he's not! He's not sleeping well and he just had a massive coughing fit. It's getting hard for him to function!"

"Your paranoia is getting to him obviously."

"Excuse me?!"

He sighed as you glared in anger and reached a hand up to rub his head. "Lady Y/n. There's absolutely nothing wrong with him other than his lack of sleep. I can recommend a sedative for him to take before bed but otherwise he's fine. He's diets perfect. His body is getting better. And he's not running any fevers. He's the same temperature as you or me or any other average man his age. There's literally nothing else wrong with him but a case of common insomnia."

Your body froze, eyes widening, and slowly you looked back to him. "...Say that again."

"Hm? I said that it's a good idea to get him some fresh air-"

"NO!! What you said before that!" The healer flinched as you grabbed him by the shoulders and snarled giving him a shake. "What did you say!?"

"I-I said he wasn't running a fever!," he quickly sputtered out holding up his hands, "He's as warm as the next healthy man!!"

You paused breathing heavily and looked off at nothing in thought.. before a moment of horror passed over. ".....Yes he is."

The healer blinked. 'W-What?" Your voice was so small barely over a whisper that he didn't hear you.

"That's it." The horror sunk in as you looked up slowly. "He is running a fever...A very, very high fever."

"Wha- Madam Y/n." His arms reached over to pat yours. "I assure you as a doctor that he is in fact is not running a fever. His temperature isn't even high."

"Yes. It is. For him it is." Your face pale and panicked looked at the doctor. "Douma's going to die."

The healer yelped as hands threw him to the side and a form quickly ran across the docks back towards the Dwell. Footsteps hard and quick flew across the wood and carried the worried form away. Heart pounding away in your chest and panic spiking down your back as a terrible realization of reality hit you harder than if Akaza punched you.

Douma WAS running a fever!!

Every other time you touched his skin, he was always as cold as death. But now he was as warm as an average man. He was running a fever all along and no one even suspected it! How could you be so stupid to not notice!? Douma was sick and nothing was done about it!! He could die if nothing was done. It could already be too late!! Servants left and right all scrambled out of your way as you went running down the hallways at an insane speed. Heart pounding, body pumping in adrenaline and body twisting in ways that you couldn't have done back when you were human. Hallway. Hallway. Room after room. One door in particular being targeted out and one door found.

SLAM!!

"Douma?" You found him there half leaning to the side and lightly sweating. Sweat dropped off his head and down his face as he forced a smile your way. "DOUMA?!" You feet moved before your brain could react. Running up to him and grabbing his face. "it's ok! You- you're gonna be ok!'

Your brain panicked as you looked around. Cold. Cold. Douma had to get colder fast! There wasn't any snow or anything that you could use to get his temperature down. There had to be something!! Purple eyes landed on the open entrance to Douma's bathroom and the giant tub, and the solution was clear. 

"C'mon! We need to get you to the tub!" Without thinking about anything else, you threw one of his arms over your shoulders and wrapped your arms around his torso pulling him up into a sitting position. Gods he was heavy and this was barely half his body.

He breathlessly Chuckled. "N-Now you want to b-bathe with me?"

"NOT ANOTHER WORD OR ILL KILL YOU MYSELF!!" You continued to pull up on him and in the direction of the tub. "C'mon Douma! Move please!"

A shaking hand did move, reaching down to pull away the thick layered blankets to expose his lower half, legs, and tail. Before he hummed. "I'm ..... not very certain if I can be able to walk. My body is still very weak."

"Then we'll make do by crawling and dragging you over there." It felt like trying to move a giant boulder. "Douma please! Do it for Daki and Gyutaro!"

Douma moved. You almost tripped over as he did. Raising shakily up to his knees and the arm around your shoulders clutched onto you. "Very well! I know they would be devastated if I were to die. We can try walking me on my knees."

You blinked at his dumb smile...but ignored it in favor of tugging him along. Whatever made him move. The tub was only a few feet away and while this was annoying it would work. Slowly but surely you half dragged half walked half crawled Douma's shaking from all the way painfully slowly into the connecting bathroom and eased him to the edge of the tub before briefly setting him down to start the cold water. Pulling the lever for cold and stopping up the drainage pipe quickly before turning and yelping as Douma dangerously leaned to the right and went crashing down into the quickly filling tub of water with a giant splash sending water spraying everywhere.

"OH FOR FUCKS SAKE!!" 

it was a huge tub as big as the one you hid from him in. He could drown. So without thinking you dove right in the water rippling. A moment later you both emerged you now completely soaked again and your hair clinging to you as you dragged Douma up by his shirt towards a small flight of stairs leading up out of the pool and dragging him up enough to sit down on some of the emerged steps and pull Douma's head to lay on your legs. The idiot had the gull to smile at you from his new position as he laid on your lap.

"Well...N-Now what exactly I had in mind for us two, but I'll take what I can get."

You shivered from the cold water already as you scowled at him. "You're lucky I don't want you to die. You idiot."

He cooed eyes half lidded as he smirked at you. Your hand reached into a side pocket on your kimono and pulled out a bottle. "What are those?"

"Rui's fever medicine. I had Enmu give me more when he was here." You shook the bottle of small pills. "They work amazingly and get rid of his fevers so well it's like he's never been sick. I want you to take one." You then opened the bottle.

"Is that right?" ...His eyes shifted and he smirked wider. "Well..If I can have this kind of view then I wouldn't mind being sick MO- ERK!!"

You shut him up by shoving one of the pills into his open mouth. "SHUT UP OR I'LL DROWN YOU MYSELF!!"

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14/04/24 I AM HOME, I came back on Thursday after my MRI scan and a transfusion of platelets. Was I pleased? I guess you could say that, Anie called with my shopping, I had a wander around my garden, got the car out of the garage and went to do more shopping, saw my friend Liisa and had a little chat then came home and prepared chorizo pasta bake and garlic bread.

My neighbour sent me the above photo showing the blossom on the cherry tree. I was so pleased to see my garden.

On Friday I had to go back to the hospital for what turned out to be two transfusions. I thought I would have been home by lunchtime but it was 16:30 when I got home.

So I am hoping against hope that I will be home until April 25th when I will be going up to Paris for a long stay, while the next round of treatment is carried out.

Monique had been in touch, she wanted to come down on Thursday but I needed some time to just chill. So she said she would come on Friday. However by the time she could get away it was too late. She did say that one of her twin granddaughters had got scarlet fever so you just know it won’t be long before the other one gets it.

I messaged my cleaner with the dates I am available to have her clean my home before the next hospital visit. She replied that she wasn’t available. That’s ok, hopefully we will get back to normal once all my treatment is completed.

The cough that I was starting with when I went into hospital, has now developed! My nose streams and then I start coughing, it is worse if I have been talking. The medicine they gave me in hospital contained codeine and it said not to use it for too many days. Well in my book, my wariness of medication, meant that I took it for three days then stopped. I didn’t want to become addicted!

The music this week, is really from my youth! I begin with “Love Hurts” by Jim Capaldi from 1975. Going even further back than that it’s “Don’t Let Me Be Misunderstood” from 1965. The video shows Alan Price on keyboard, he will be celebrating his 82nd birthday at the end of next week, Eric Burdon, vocals, who will be 83 years old on a date in May which is the birthday of someone dear to me. Plus Chas Chandler, bassist, who later managed Jimi Hendrix and Slade. Unfortunately Chas passed away in 1996.

“The Trainee Solicitor” has met up with a few Uni friends this week and is going to see another couples new house today. He has been training the new guy at work and although he would prefer to get on with his own work, ensuring someone gets the training they need is the best way to moving onto your own work. Making sure they understand ensures less disruptions to your day.

“The Reconnect Navigator” has had to go out and buy a pair of Dr Marten boots for work. The boots she had bought previously have only lasted 5 weeks. I guess she is getting those “steps” in. It is great that they both have the weekend off as it allows them two days to do things together.

“The Photographer” and “The Jetsetter” spent a nice night in York on Friday evening. The platter they had with the wine looked exceptionally tasty. Then it was time for the “The Photographer” to head off to Boston, to photograph the match with Scarborough AFC. Although it was a 0-0 draw it was a good match (apparently). Plus he was the only photographer, for Scarborough, at the match and the photos have been in the local newspaper. That’s a feather in his cap, for sure.

“The Jetsetter” is busy preparing for her next jaunt (can’t remember where that is to). She does however spend the week in York which is a “getaway place” for a lot of people.

I have had a message from a friend in the UK, her grandson was born on the 17th February at around 26 weeks! Bless him he is still fighting and getting bigger which is such wonderful news.

Nadine (a friend here in town) has messaged to say that she will try to get down to visit at the weekend.

My neighbours have just popped in bringing a piece of flan. They always ask about my sons and grandchildren, I have shown them recent photos this morning and they think my grandson looks like his Daddy.

Now I am going to start getting food prepared. I am hoping that I will enjoy my roast chicken dinner. Then as we are due 22c today I would like to go out into the garden and clear a few weeds.

However you intend to spend your day, have a good one.

I am hoping that the hydrangea paniculata (pictured below) will have a growth spurt and put out some lovely flowers this year.

Bon dimanche!

#trees #nature #barsuraube #Troyes #photography #cooking #60’s music #70’s music #mygarden #france #champagne #livingthedream

[crinkled-emotions]

35, 63 and 72 for my poor boy Roo please. Love the Daderick vibes you write

Poor Rooster... this is definitely not my doing 👀😂

Also! I'm considering posting these on my ao3- CallMeG . It'll be titled something basic bitch like "tumblr requests" etc etc... then I'll update it every time we do something like this! Is anyone down for next weekend? If you find a prompt list that looks good please send it through!

I nearly introduced an oc I’ve been working on for the last three months, but I got the idea you wanted Daderick Vibes (tm 😂

35. "Why have you been hiding this from me?", 63. "I don't have time to sleep off a cold." and 72. "Person A hasn't been sleeping due to work, and they of course get sick. Despite Person B's wishes, Person A continues to sneak out of bed and stay up late to get more work done, and Person B is not happy."

Notes: went cold... flu... stomach flu... appendicitis? Even though there’s no correlation between stress and appendicitis? No, stomach flu.

Maverick stirred when he heard the front door open and was immediately on high alert, reaching for the baseball bat resting beside his bed. Then he heard coughing, followed by gasping for air. Sighing, he put the bat back.

He knew exactly who had just come home. Hauling himself out of bed, Maverick found his shirt on the dresser and poked his head out the door.

“Bradley? That you?”

“Hey, Mav. Sorry I woke you.”

Bradley looked... wrecked, to say the least. His shoulders were slumped and he was pale except for the feverish flush on his cheeks. Maverick knew he was coming down with something, but he wasn’t at the point where he was ready to ask for help. He was, however, probably going to work himself to the brink of collapse.

“Have you had dinner, kid? You left here at the ass crack of dawn.”

“Nah, Hangman did a Hangman so I got hauled in front of Cyclone.”

“How does that work?” Maverick frowned, a hint of amusement tugging at his smile. Bradley ran his hand through his hair, sniffing.

“I dunno.”

“B,” Maverick said softly, “maybe you should take tomorrow off. I think you’re getting sick. You’ve got the pale hot flush going.”

“I don’t have time to sleep off a cold.”

“Bradley.”

“No, Mav, it’s just not an option right now.”

Bradley yawned, wincing at his sore throat.

“I’m going to bed. It’s late.”

Maverick watched his son step into the bathroom and close the door, that parental instinct in his gut telling him to listen for him overnight. Just in case.

Sure enough, two hours later Maverick was rudely awoken by a door slamming against a wall. He grimaced, scrubbing at his eyes as he sat up. He thought they were past these days about twenty years ago. Apparently getting sick in the night is something you don’t age out of. Hauling himself out of bed, Maverick made his way back down the hallway and knocked on the door.

“Roo?”

“Go away, Mav.”

“It’s okay, kid. Let me in.”

The toilet flushed and the bathroom door opened after a moment. Maverick frowned.

“How long have you been throwing up?”

“I dunno, yesterday?”

He winced, holding a hand out to stop Maverick getting any closer.

“Hold that thought.”

He shut the bathroom door in Maverick’s face. Maverick grimaced, reaching for the doorknob.

“Roo, I’m coming in. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

“Mav.”

Maverick stepped into the bathroom and grabbed a cloth, getting it wet under the tap then wringing it out to place on the back of Rooster’s neck.

“Is that better, Roo?”

“Hmm...”

He pitched forward and tried to empty his stomach again. Maverick winced, rubbing a hand between his shoulders.

“Breathe, kiddo, it’s okay. Shhh...”

Maverick managed to get Rooster tucked into bed a little while later, teeth brushed, fever meds and water in his system and a bucket by his bed. He’d passed out the second his head hit his pillow, snoring as loud as he usually did. Maverick sighed, cupping his forehead with his palm.

“Okay Roo, I’m gonna go make some phone calls,” he whispered more to himself than to Bradley.

When his alarm went off the next morning Rooster groaned, smacking his phone twice with his hand and missing both times. The third time he attempted it the phone fell off his nightstand and clattered to the floor. He was kind of glad he’d put the hard shell case on it last week because he usually didn’t bother. Wincing at the alarm still going off, he carefully reached his arm down. He found the bucket first, unused luckily, before following the charging cord to his device and switching off the blaring alarm. He was surprised Maverick hadn’t come to check on him. He hesitantly swung his legs around, feet finding the cool hardwood floors. He winced, cupping his sensitive stomach.

That was a negative on breakfast, then. Hopefully he’d be able to keep a cup of coffee down. Despite brushing his teeth after the last bout, his mouth still tasted disgusting and he reached for his water bottle to take a sip and wake up. The water sank like lead in his stomach and he reached for the bucket when it threatened to make a reappearance. When it didn’t after a moment, he got up from his bed and searched for a clean uniform. Once he was dressed, he quietly made his way down the stairs. Maverick was still asleep, didn’t start for another two hours, which made it easy for Bradley to sneak out the front door with a travel mug of coffee in hand. If he knew Maverick, he would insist that Bradley stay home but he didn’t have time for that. They were on a deadline to refine these pilots, he and Jake, and he wasn’t going to let Jake make complete mince meat of them without him.

By the time Maverick was awake, the Bronco was pulling out of the drive and Maverick swore under his breath, scrambling for his phone. The display glaring back at him told him it was 5:28am. Way earlier than Bradley’s usual 8am start. Sighing he got out of bed, scrolling through his contacts before he found who he was looking for.

“Seresin.”

“Jake, if Bradley shows up you gotta get him to sickbay, capiche?”

“Sir, it’s... not even 6am.”

“Jake, you’re staying in base housing. It’s a two minute walk to the car park. You can send him to sickbay or you can hold him until I get there.”

There was groaning on the other end, and Maverick suddenly got the idea Jake may have been... previously occupied.

“Jake, your wingman needs you. Don’t leave him hanging.”

Silence.

“That was straight up cold, pops. Okay, I’m going. Should I wake up Cyclone too?”

“No, I’m on my way. I already texted him last night when Rooster got home.”

There was rustling on the other end, hushed whispers.

“Wait, sir, what’s wrong with Roos?”

“He’s overworked, exhausted and sick, Jake. He could probably do with a day in bed, but no, his mother’s stubbornness stops him from that.”

“Damn, I knew something was off yesterday. Okay, I’m heading out now.”

Jake hung up and Maverick scrambled into his uniform, getting the idea he was going to have to wrangle Bradley or wait until he was too sick to get into his jet. Whichever was easier, honestly.

Jake caught Bradley in the car park, trying to breathe through a bout of nausea in the driver’s seat. He tentatively opened the door, putting his hand on his shoulder.

“Just me, chill. Mav called, he’s worried ‘bout you. What’s going on?”

“I think I’m sick.”

“I gathered from the panicked phone call I just got. What hurts?”

“My stomach... and my head... fuck.”

Rooster turned, throwing up on the pavement by Jake’s boots. Jake winced, holding the back of his neck.

“Yeah, okay, Maverick didn’t give me much to work with but I got it now. Why have you been hiding this from me?”

“Because you would make those aviators quit, the way you’re going,” Rooster hissed, overtaken by the need to gag. Jake frowned.

“What?”

“Those aviators are assholes, okay, I- I- I get it. But they’re also just kids, and you’re scaring them. They need to learn but not in the way we’re teaching now.”

“And what, you couldn’t have called Tash, or Bob, or even Javy to take over for a day? They wouldn’t mind.”

“I’m gonna puke again.”

Sure enough Rooster doubled over and Jake narrowly missed getting his boots covered in barf.

“Okay Roo, I hear you. I’ll go easier. God, why didn’t you say something sooner? I had no idea you were this worked up about it.”

Maverick’s Jeep wheeled into the lot and Rooster winced, scrubbing at his eyes where tears were threatening to leak from the gagging, but also the humiliation of being caught by Hangman, of all people. Jake didn’t move, rubbing his hand over Bradley’s back as Maverick jogged over.

“Thanks, Hangman. You can go back to whoever was in your bed now.”

“Yeah, I’m sure it’s real sexy to return smelling like barf.”

Maverick put his hand to Bradley’s forehead, frowning.

“Okay, you need sleep and fluids. Maybe Tylenol too, if I can find some.”

“Mav...”

“I know kid, I know you’re stressed, but that’s how you got here in the first place. Deep breaths, shhhh...”

#Top Gun: Maverick #Top Gun Maverick #TGM #Bradley Rooster Bradshaw #Bradley Bradshaw #Rooster #Callsign: Rooster #Pete Maverick Mitchell #Pete Mitchell #Maverick #Callsign: Maverick #sickfic #hurt/comfort

[hopefulstarfire]

Today is day 7 of my February ship prompts! And, oddly enough, uh,

Prompt 7: Movie.

I don't know how I managed that one but the number generator has spoken so 😂 apologies that this one's a bit of a shorter one but life's been a tad bit hectic but I so offer up some protectshipping in these trying times.

Previous Prompts

Day One || Two || Three || Four || Five || Six

Hope you enjoy!

Being sick was the worst.

It was day 3 of whatever exactly he had come down with and it had by far been the worst of it. The last couple of days had mostly been sniffles and the occasional cough, a migraine. Today's bout came with shivers, a pressure building all across his face, fatigue, coughing fits, the works. He felt even worse that he'd had to cancel the groups game session for the week, right as they'd gotten to a really big and dramatic moment with Tomoyas character; everyone had been left on the edge of their seat with the cliffhanger they ended the last session on and he'd been so excited to get to the result this week.

They'd all been understanding, and Kat offered to see if her aunt could whip up her Memaws apparently famous chicken soup that could "cure anything in 8 hours guaranteed" (She would do it, but, respectfully, she wasn't as skilled in cooking as she was with baking). He hadn't wanted to inconvenience Chelsea when they'd apparently been busy with work, but as he laid in bed, the top half of his face being the only thing exposed by the cocoon of blankets he'd swaddled himself in, he blearily stared at his phone and debated if he should or not.

The ring of the doorbell echoed throughout the quiet apartment and he let out a weak groan. The thought to just ignore it and try to roll over and go to sleep crossed his mind. But, he (begrudgingly) argued it could be important. He kept the blankets curled around him as he rose to his feet, slowly shuffling across the floor until he got the front door.

He blinked, his vision taking a moment to focus and for him to process who it was. "Tristan?"

The other teen stood there with a backpack slung over one shoulder, one hand clutching a brown paper bag, a wry smile tugging at his lips. "At your service."

A wave of guilt washed over Ryous heart. Tristan had been the most excited for this week; he'd convinced his friend (sort of boyfriend? They'd kissed twice now; they weren't sure where they were at. Tristan was trying to get things figured out in himself and Ryou was willing to wait) to join them for this campaign and he'd initially been nervous trying to figure out stats, classes, etc, but he'd taken to it quickly and he'd been so proud of his half-orc fighter and he'd helped been an inciting cause in Tomoyas tiefling artificers big moment.

"I'm sorry, did you not see the text?" He asked softly. "I'm afraid we can't--"

"Oh, yeah, no, I saw it, it's no biggie," Tristan assured him, holding up his free hand. He then lifted the brown bag to gesture out to it. "I brought soup and some stuff to help. And I grabbed a ton of movies; I figured if you couldn't get to DM, I could bring some DND to you with some of those fantasy movies you guys told me to check out."

He blinked; and he couldn't be sure that the heat in his cheeks was from him blushing or from the potential fever. "Really?"

The other teen softened, and reached out to straighten the blankets around the white haired boys shoulders. "Really." He hesitated for a moment, seemingly debating if he should, before he dropped a kiss on top of Ryous head and wrapped an arm around him. "Come on. Let's get you to the couch and I'll get everything set up."

Ryou leaned against him, welcoming the thought of his company full heartedly.

#yugioh #ygo #my writing #kenzs valentines prompts #protectshipping #tristan taylor #hiroto honda #ryou bakura #you painted colors in my heart i could never replace

[sneezyminniejo]

Rain Makes the Cold Go 'Round part 3

Third and final chapter. Also a request for having Enhypen hyung line sick. Hope you enjoy.

Sunoo woke up the following day with all the lights off in his room. He could hear three sets of congested snoring, which told him that his roommates were all still asleep. He grabbed a tissue from the box on his nightstand and tried to clear his nose of the congestion that had settled there overnight. He wound up triggering a couple of sneezes in the process that he was able to muffle successfully thanks to the tissues. Sunoo finished blowing his nose before grabbing his phone and leaving the room.

When Sunoo left his room, all the lights in the dorm were off and it was silent. If it weren’t for the sunlight peeking in through the blinds of the living room window, he might have thought that it was the middle of the night. He looked at his phone and saw that it was already 9:30. His eyes widened a little at the fact that he was apparently the first one awake. Although, considering all of them were sick, it would make sense for the usual pattern of when they normally wake up to not be followed.

Sunoo ultimately decided to make himself some tea and maybe start making breakfast for the group. He still didn’t feel great, but he was feeling a bit better than he had yesterday. He was definitely feeling well enough to make himself some food. He only made enough food for himself as he wanted everyone to get as much rest as possible. At some point while he was cooking, his nose had gone from completely blocked to leaky faucet. Sunoo had to blow his nose three times while he was making his breakfast. The runny nose had also caused an itch in his nose, causing him to feel like he needed to sneeze, but it couldn’t quite come to fruition.

Sunoo sat down at the table with his plate. He grabbed a handful of tissues from the box that was sitting on the table and held them to his nose while he ate. While he was eating, Jay came out of his room carrying a pillow. He nodded at Sunoo then went straight for the couch and sat down. “Hyung, how’re you feeling?” Sunoo asked as he sniffled into his tissues. Jay kind of grunted in response, still very clearly half asleep.

Just as Sunoo finished eating, there was a knock on the door. Jay startled a little and seemed to wake up a bit. The two members exchanged confused glances as Sunoo got up to answer the door. Just as Sunoo opened the door, the itch that had been resting in the bridge of his nose decided to become full strength. He quickly shoved his face into the tissues he was still holding.

“HEH-stschhh, hih-stschhh, hih-xtschhhieshhh.” Sunoo found himself needing to immediately blow his nose with how messy the sneezes were and it was quite productive. When he finished blowing his nose he stood up and saw his manager. He quickly did a slight bow and opened the door further.

“Sorry about that manager-nim, did you need something?” Sunoo attempted to clear his throat of leftover mucus, but wound up coughing a bit harshly into his fist instead as he stepped to the side to let the manager into the dorm.

“I came to pick you guys up. You were all supposed to be in-” “HEH-TCHOOO, HEH-TCHOOO! Sorry.” The manager was interrupted by Jay sneezing.

“As I was saying, you were all supposed to be at the company half an hour ago, so I came here to pick you guys up.” Sunoo and Jay once again exchanged confused glances.

“I thought Jungwon texted you last night to let you know that we’re all sick?” It was the manager’s turn to look puzzled. “I only knew about Sunoo being sick. I never got any messages from Jungwon last night. How bad is it?” 

“I’m feeling a bit better today, but yesterday Sunghoon hyung, Jungwon, Riki, and I all had fevers. Jay and Jake hyungs got sent home from schedules as well for being sick. I assume that Heeseung hyung is sick now too since he’s not awake yet.” Sunoo tried to explain without coughing or sneezing. He was mostly successful.

“It’s not that I don’t believe you Sunoo, but I need to check the conditions of the others before I start rearranging everyones’ schedules beyond the last second.” The manager walked further into the dorm and couldn’t help but notice the mountain of cold supplies sitting in the living room. As soon as he found the thermometer, he scanned both Sunoo and Jay’s foreheads before making his way to the bedrooms to get a reading on the others.

The manager returned a couple minutes later with a frown etched onto his face. “I have no clue how all of you managed to get fevers at the same time, but none of you are coming in today. Although Sunoo, you, Jungwon, and Riki  practically don’t have fevers. However, all of the schedules for today were supposed to be as a full group so you guys can just stay here and rest.” The manager quickly left to head back to the company to rearrange the schedules of the seven men.

In the time it took the manager to take the temperature of all the Enhypen members, Jay had fallen back asleep. Sunoo sighed as he grabbed a throw blanket and covered his hyung up. He then decided that he would make breakfast for everyone. Since they were all sick, he decided on making some jook because it wasn’t too hard to make.

The other members started coming out of their rooms just as Sunoo finished making breakfast for everyone. Jungwon and Riki looked decently rested, while Heeseung, Jake, and Sunghoon looked dead on their feet. Sunoo merely gave each member a bowl of jook as they sat down. “Hyungs, I’m pretty sure Sunghoon hyung looks horrible from his fever keeping him up, but why do you two look like you haven’t slept?” Sunoo asked Heeseung and Jake.

“Trust me w-we tri-ied heh-stsss, hih-stsxgnt, heh-stsss. But someone couldn’t stop sneezing.” Heeseung grabbed a tissue to blow his nose. Jake nodded in confirmation, too tired to actually respond. Instead he just began eating. The dorm was silent for a couple minutes as the group, sans Jay and Sunoo, silently ate. Eventually Sunoo decided to wake up Jay so that he could eat some breakfast as well. 

“HEH-TCHOOO, HUH-TCHOOOO, HEH-HIH-HUH-TCHOOO!” Jay suddenly sneezed before Sunoo could fully cross the living room, scaring the crap out of everyone in the process.

“That,” Jake pointed towards Jay. “Has been happening all night. Just when silence fell in the room and it seemed like we could sleep, Jay would sneeze. How did you guys not hear him?” The three youngest shrugged while Sunghoon responded.

“I mean both bedroom doors being closed definitely muffled the sound. I could hear some things, but I couldn’t get comfortable last night, so I didn’t really sleep.” The explanation made sense, so no one argued the point. Sunoo brought Jay to the table to eat.

“Question. Was our manager here earlier, or did I imagine that?” Jungwon asked.

“Yeah, apparently you never actually texted him last night to let him know that we’re all sick, so he came to get us because we hadn’t shown up for our schedules.” Sunoo explained. This caused Jungwon to take out his phone and look at his messages. “Ugh, I never actually sent the message.” 

“After manager-nim confirmed that everyone here is sick, he left to rework our schedules. By the way, how is everyone currently feeling?” Jay explained as he lethargically began to eat his breakfast.

“Honestly, I think I feel okay today hyung” Jungwon said, Riki quickly agreed that he was also feeling better. Although they were both still clearly congested.

“That’s great for you, but I didn’t sleep and I have a headache. Also I ju-hust gener-erally feel like heh-stsss, hih-stschhhh, heh-STIEEGH, shit.” Jungwon passed Heeseung the tissues while blessing the older man for the fit that had surprisingly gotten louder. Jay had similar sentiments but added on that his nose has just been insanely itchy. He apologized to both Heeseung and Jake for keeping them up all night.

“I’m mainly just tired. I’m also a bit achy. I fully plan to medicate then try t-to sl-leep “HEH-STSCHHHH, HIH-STIEWW sleep as much as possible.” Sunghoon said, punctuating his sentence with a couple of sniffles. 

“So Jake hyung, how are you feeling today?” Riki asked, seeing as he was the only one yet to speak. The group looked over to him and they all tried their hardest not to laugh. Jake was apparently so tired that he had fallen asleep while eating. One arm was resting on the table and the other hand was limply holding his spoon to his mouth. There was also some jook dripping down his chin.

“Okay hyungs, I’m going to grab the medicine then off to bed for everyone.” Sunoo said. He quickly left the room and came back with some blister packs and the bottle of liquid medicine. He gave Heeseung, Jay, Sunghoon, Jungwon, and himself a pill. Then he poured a dose of the liquid medicine for Riki and a dose for Jake. Sunoo nudged Jake.

“Hyung, I have some medicine for you. You just need to drink it.” Jake woke up just enough to take the medicine cup and drink the liquid. “Jungwon, can you help me get Jake to his bed?” Sunoo asked the leader. Jungwon nodded and stood up.

“Sunghoon hyung, why don’t you switch rooms with Jay hyung so that all of you can hopefully get some sleep?” Jungwon suggested. Sunghoon nodded his head and Jay didn’t have any objections, he was still feeling guilty about keeping Jake and Heeseung up with his sneezing. It would be better if the only person he potentially keeps up is himself.

After getting the four oldest to bed, the three maknaes got comfy in the living room. “Hyung, did manager-nim tell you how long we’re going to have off?” Jungwon asked as he grabbed a tissue to blow his nose. Sunoo shook his head. “He took all of our temps and told me that the three of us have the lowest fevers and could work if we wanted to, but we would need all seven of us for schedules today. So he told me that we can stay home and rest.” 

Jungwon nodded at the explanation and took out his phone to message their manager. The three maknaes spent some time in the living room playing video games. They knew that Jay likely wasn’t getting much sleep because they could hear intermittent loud sneezing.They could also hear muffled coughing, but they weren’t entirely sure which room it was coming from. When lunch time rolled around, Riki got up to make lunch while Sunoo went to wake up their hyungs.

Everyone sat around the table for lunch and another dose of medication was passed around. As everyone was eating Sunoo checked in with his hyungs.

“So hyungs, now that you’ve all had a chance to get some more sleep, how are you all feeling?”

“I don’t feel great by any means, but I feel like I can actually stay awake for a few hours.” Jake said. Heeseung and Sunghoon responded similarly. Jay merely shook his head.

“My nose just won’t stop itching. When I think I’m about to fall asleep, I wind up sneezing myself awake. I think I fell asleep from pure exhaustion.” Jay suddenly pitched to the side with five fairly loud sneezes. Then he grabbed some tissues from the box on the table and blew his nose. 

The group continued to eat lunch, when Jungwon’s phone began ringing. He quickly answered the phone after seeing that it was their manager. The call was rather quick, but left a small frown on the leader’s face.

“The good news is we pretty much have the week off. The bad news is there was one radio interview that couldn’t be rescheduled. He says at least a couple of us need to appear. Of the seven of them, the only one that wasn’t feeling up for an interview was Jay. The group also knew that because of the radio appearance the other day, Engene already knew there was a cold circulating the dorm, therefore it wouldn’t be too surprising if any of them were absent. They ultimately decided that since Jay was feeling the worst and was sneezing every couple of minutes that he would stay home and rest while the others went to the interview.

This time the group was appearing on Arirang Radio. The six men had been very sluggish in getting ready to go and the manager didn’t even question it when they all piled into the van wearing either sweats or pajamas. The group arrived at the studio and were relieved that apparently someone had been notified about their condition and placed tissue boxes on the table.

The radio dj introduced the group and the congestion was very apparent in all the members’ voices as they introduced themselves. “It sounds like you guys have a bit of a cold.” The dj said once everyone had been introduced.

“Yeah, we all played in the rain a couple of days ago. Sunoo hyung got sick first, and then it spread to the rest of the group. Unfortunately, Jay-ay hyung was feel-ling too s-sick t-to HEH-stieghhh, hih-stieghh, heh-stieghhh. Excuse me. Jay hyung was feeling too sick to come today, so he’s back at the dorm resting.” Jungwon explained before grabbing a tissue from one of the boxes and wiping at his nose.

The radio show was being live streamed, and the comment section was immediately flooded with ‘bless yous’ for Jungwon and ‘get well’ wishes for the group in general. Each of the members sneezed at least once during the interview, and there was periodic coughing coming from each of them as well.

The six members of Enhypen were all very happy when they got to go back to the dorm and crash for the night. When they walked into the dorm, they found Jay passed out on the couch snoring softly. He also had what appeared to be an entire box of tissues emptied out on the table in front of him. Because he had had so much trouble sleeping, Heeseung covered him up with a throw blanket and the rest of the members quietly got ready for bed.

The following morning, Sunoo was once again the first to wake up. He walked into the living room and found Jay still softly snoring. He was happy that his hyung was finally able to get some rest, but was also a tad concerned about the crick he was surely going to have in his neck or other parts of his body. He grabbed the thermometer and took his own temperature before taking Jay’s. His fever had disappeared overnight, and Jay’s was also lower than it was.

Since Sunoo was awake, he decided to make breakfast. As he was cooking, the other five members came out of their rooms. Jay slowly woke up as the noise level increased, Sunoo made sure to check everyones’ temp before giving them their food, and was pleasantly surprised to find that everyones’ fevers had lowered a bit.

“So, how is everyone feeling today?” Sunoo asked as he grabbed a tissue to blow his nose with.

“Honestly, aside from congestion and a mild sore throat, I feel heaps better than I did yesterday.” Jake said. Everyone else said something similar, except for Jay, who was indeed a bit achy from sleeping in a semi awkward position for the entire night. But he didn’t complain a whole lot about it since he did manage a full night’s rest.

Since the group had a full week off to recuperate, they decided that they were going to rotate between catching up on dramas, movies, and playing video games. Although Sunoo and Riki had a few books they wanted to read. By the time the week had ended, the group was pretty much recovered. Sunghoon, Sunoo, and Jungwon still had lingering congestion. Jake and Heeseung had a little bit of a cough. Jay was still a bit sneezier more than normal. Meanwhile Riki was the only one who had fully recovered. They all also decided that playing in the rain wasn’t worth it unless they were wearing coats and boots.

#sickfic #enhypen #sneeze

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine…Finding Dean’s Teddy

Summary: On the way home from a hunt, the reader finds a surprise for a sick Dean waiting back at home...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Square: Much Needed Hug

Word Count: 828

Warnings: language

A/N: Written for @supernatural-jackles​​​ Tell Me A Story Bingo!

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“Yes!” you squealed, hopping out of the thrift store, Sam raising his eyebrows from behind the wheel of Baby. You tucked the bag in your arms into your duffel on the trunk before sliding into the passenger seat.

“Uh someone’s excited for some used…something,” said Sam, backing out and heading for the highway for the day long drive home. “Want to explain why we drove three hours out of our way to stop at a random store?”

“Are you going to laugh?”

“Depends. Is it funny?” he asked.

“No. It’s a present for Dean. A personal present,” you said.

“Considering I just drove can I know what the present is?”

“You’re gonna laugh and spoil the whole thing.”

“I swear on my life I will not laugh.”

“You died like two weeks ago. Again.”

“Only kinda,” he said. “I still had brain function, nimrod.”

“Do you realize how strange-“

“We gotta stop dying all the time. But I promise on my current and any future lives I will not laugh. Now come on.” You threw your head back and closed your eyes.

“It’s a teddy bear.”

“Is it haunted? Or cursed?”

“No. It…it belonged to your brother.”

“Dean never had a teddy bear.”

“He did, before you were old enough to remember. When your dad took you two on the road Dean brought it with him. Apparently the day your father put a shotgun in Dean’s hands, his five year old hands, Dean’s teddy bear got left behind.”

“Sometimes I forget how much he lost out on,” said Sam quietly, the murmur of the engine and road filling the space. “I’m not gonna laugh. But I am curious, how the hell did you find a forty year old teddy bear?”

“Magic. A bit of Dean’s hair. Rowena owed me one,” you said. “All of the above.”

“Well however you got it I bet it’s gonna make him feel a lot better from that flu he’s fighting.”

“Think he’ll be mad?”

“Oh he’ll pretend to hate it and then sleep with him for the next week straight. You know how he is.”

“I do. How long until we’re home?”

“Only...twenty one hours,” he said. 

“Is that all,” you said, stretching in your seat.

“Well while I have you as a captive audience, tell me something.”

“What do you want to know?”

“When’d you fall in love with my brother.”

One Day Later

“Dean,” you whispered, slowly cracking open the bedroom door. He was sprawled out on bed, the humidifier going on the nightstand, Dean’s nose pink, wrapped up in sweats and a sweatshirt, a light sheen of sweat on his forehead. You set the bag on the desk and grabbed the thermometer from the nightstand, checking his sticky note from where he’d been writing it down. It’d been going down since the night before and was a low fever last he took it. He blinked open his eyes, jerking back in bed and groaning softly. “Just me.”

You pulled down your mask over your nose, Dean nodding and closing his eyes again. He coughed as you ran a hand over his head, sticking the thermometer in his ear.

“How you feeling, sweetie?” you asked, Dean curling up into a ball with his blankets.

“Bad. But better than before.” He shivered and you were happy to see his temperature was still just barely in a fever.

“I bet your fever will break by morning. Anything I can get you to feel better? Fresh blankies? Some soup? You been eating?”

“Had some broth earlier,” he said. “I didn’t throw up today so that’s a win.”

“Yeah, yeah it is,” you said.

“I think there’s puke on the bathroom floor though. Sorry,” he said.

“It’s okay. We’ll clean it up. Why don’t you sleep some more and I’ll check on you in a little while,” you said.

“Hunt okay?”

“Yeah it was easy. I got you a surprise,” you said. You reached into the bag you’d brought in and pulled out the bear, holding it out to Dean. He sniffled, lazily opening his eyes as you put the bear into his arms.

“Teddy?” he asked, a tired smile crossing his face. He instantly pulled the bear into his chest, squeezing it tight.

“Not the reaction I was expecting,” you said, fixing his blankets around him.

“You got Teddy,” he said, staring up through half open eyes. “How?”

“I have my ways. You like him?”

“I’m too fucking tired to act like the tough guy. I love him,” he said.

“Teddy’s got your back tonight. I’ll be back okay? Shout if you need something. Love you Dean.”

“I love you too,” he sniffled, humming and curling in close to the bear. “Missed you Teddy.”

“How’s the fever?” asked Sam as you shut the door after yourself. “Must be high if he’s hugging his bear.”

“Leave him alone Samuel. He needs to rest. But I do have a job for you in the bathroom.”

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#spn #supernatural #tell me a story bingo #dean winchester #dean winchester x reader #dean x reader

[goldenroutledge]

hey babe uhm if i could get "A gets sick on Halloween, but forces themselves to stay in the spirit anyway. B makes A rest and take it easy, and brings a little bit of Halloween to them" with pope plsss

･｡˚☾ sick ☽˚｡･

pairing: pope heyward x reader

word count: 0.6k

a/n: wrote this last week when i was sick af and wishing i had pope heyward to comfort me

pope heyward masterlist

© goldenroutledge || do not plagiarize, repost, or translate my work in any way

As you kissed the summer weather goodbye and welcomed the fall weather in, flu season was bound to take its course. And apparently, it was bound to strike you as one of its victims.

After running a fever for the last three days, you’d been trying just about everything to make sure you were going to be in good shape for Halloween. And a Halloween with the pogues no less. The Halloweens you had spent with them in previous years were always ones to remember.

But this year, your only memory of Halloween would be a sore throat, aches and pains, chills and sweats, and all the nasty, artificially flavored medicine money could buy.

Or maybe not, you thought as the sound of your front door opening and closing could be heard from where you were snuggled up in your bedroom. Someone could also be successfully breaking in with a motive to put you out of your misery at this very moment.

“Y/n?” Pope hollered wearily, hoping he wasn’t disturbing your sleep. Of course it would be your thoughtful boyfriend, skipping out on a night of adventures with his friends to make sure you were holding up okay.

“In here.” You groaned, voice hoarse as you hadn’t spoken in hours.

“Hi, honey. I know you told me to have fun but I- oh.” Pope paused suddenly upon the sight of you.

Because let’s face it, this wasn’t your hottest moment. Half of your blankets were on the floor, having to throw them on & off in an effort to keep yourself somewhat comfortable. Tissues littered your nightstand. The room reeked of cough syrup. It hadn’t been the best few days.

“You don’t look so good.”

“Thanks.” You half-smiled as Pope shook his head. You both knew he was just concerned, and didn’t mean it in the way that your sarcastic sense of humor wanted to receive it as.

Before you knew it, his hand was on your forehead to gauge your temperature, frowning in dissatisfaction at feeling your fever had stuck around. “When was the last time you took any medicine?”

“Don’t remember.” You mumbled, eyelids so heavy you could hardly keep them open. “I did take some cough syrup, though. So at least the cough’s gone.”

“Have you at least eaten?”

“Some crackers.”

Pope sighed. “That’s not enough. Your body is trying to fight an infection, babe. I told you I should be here to take care of you.”

“But it’s Halloween! You need to be having fun for the both of us. It’s not fair that you have to stay in just because of me.”

“I’m willing to make the sacrifice.” Pope cheesed, pecking your forehead quickly. ”Good thing I brought you something!”

“What is it?”

“Remember those spooky Happy Meals we’d get as kids?”

With a gasp, your eyes popped open to see two Happy Meals sitting on your bedside tray. “You didn’t!”

“A 6 piece McNugget Happy Meal just for you, baby. Your favorite sauce is in there, too. Just how you like it.”

Pope sat beside you on the edge of your bed, both of you opening the boxes as you dug around for the Halloween themed toy.

You popped a fry into your mouth just as fast, humming in satisfaction at the taste of something other than medicine or plain soup.

“You’re the best, Pope. Who needs a fun Halloween when I have the best doctor ever to nurse me back to health.” You complimented, resting your head on his shoulder.

“So I’m assuming you’d be up for ‘It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown’, too?”

“Of course I am! The question is are you? I mean, it’s probably boring for you when you know you could be at some fun Halloween party right now.”

Pope chuckled softly, slinging an arm around your shoulders and kissing your temple. “Please, it’s no fun without you anyway.”

a/n: i’m !! so !! sorry i haven’t been posting. i’m definitely writing way slower due to lack of inspo so thank you guys for being so patient <3

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[keijislove]

Surprise: Harry Potter x Wife!Reader

A/N: warning, i guess there is a slight mention of NSFW (i do not write smut btw) and vomiting, sickness, etc.

Your eyes fluttered open as you were snatched out of your sweet dreams.

You looked to your left, where your husband was still sleeping.

Giggling, you got up and dressed for work.

‘Wake up, sleepyhead.’ You spoke. ‘You’re going to be late for work.’

Harry let out a small groan, sitting up in bed.

‘Morning love.’ He said through a yawn.

‘Morning, dork.’

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‘Mrs Potter, good morning!’

‘Hello Mrs Potter!’

‘Hi Y/N, alright?’

‘Good day Mrs Potter!’

‘Hello, hello.’ You briskly said, rushing through the stampede of Ministry wizards, making your way to your office.

‘Y/N, thank goodness you’re here!’ Hermione spoke. ‘Samuel Goodman’s having trouble with that spitting guitar again.’

‘Really? Again?’ you whined. ‘I didn’t think to bring lunch! That man’s job is going to take hours.’

‘I’ll tell Ron to get you something.’ Hermione giggled.

You fake gasped. ‘Minister, are you helping an employee?’

Hermione snorted. ‘Very funny, get going, he’s already knee-deep.’

You raised your hands in surrender, running off.

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‘Now, Mr Goodman.’ You seriously stated. ‘I do believe I told you to leave this instrument alone?’

The man blushed scarlet, muttering something that sounded like an apology.

You sighed. ‘Well, it’s done. It won’t spit at you anymore. Good day.’

You lead him out of your office.

Minutes later, there was a knock on your door.

‘Come in.’

‘Hey, Y/N.’ Ronald Weasley popped his head in. ‘Mione told me to bring you lunch, here you go. George has fixed this up for you.’

‘Ah, thanks Ron.’ You yawned. ‘Tell him thanks, that looks great.’

After eating your delicious egg-sandwich, you headed to your husband’s office.

‘Hi Y/N.’ Harry smiled as you entered. ‘Long day?’

‘The spitting guitar again.’ You answered.

‘Again? I feel sorry for you now.’

‘Oh, shut up.’ You laughed. ‘I expect-’

But at that moment, a wave of nausea overcame you, so powerful that you doubled over.

‘Love?’ Harry worriedly asked. ‘Y/N?’

Not speaking, afraid you would throw up, you ran into his bathroom and retched into the toilet.

After panting and cleaning yourself up, you went back out.

‘Love, a-are you alright?’ Harry asked.

‘I’m fine...’ you answered. ‘Maybe George cooked a bad egg or something in his sandwich...’

Harry nodded, unconvinced.

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The bell on the door of the shop rang as you entered.

The red-haired man at the counter didn’t look up. ‘Hello, welcome to Weasley’s Wizarding Wheezes, best joke shop in Diagon Alley, I’m George Weasley and you may look around and ask me if you need anything.’

You politely waited for him to finish his monologue before you spoke.

‘Hem hem.’ You said, fighting your giggles as George’s head snapped up in horror.

‘Oh, it’s just you.’ He spoke. ‘I thought it was old toad-face who came to shut down my shop.’

‘Just me?’ you asked. ‘I’m offended.’

‘Yeah, yeah, hello Y/N.’ George snickered. ‘May I help you?’

‘Well, thanks for the sandwich.’ You began. ‘But did you-’

Before you could say put a bad egg in it, another wave of nausea washed over you.

‘Bathroom?!’ you choked out.

‘Y/N, what-’ George began. ‘Uh, yeah, just there.’

He pointed to the door.

You ran in and retched again.

‘Are you alright?’ George asked.

‘Well, I was going to ask you if you put a rotten egg in the sandwich, but now I’m wondering if you put a Puking Pastille in it...’

‘Puking Pastille?’ George repeated. ‘Why would I put that in your food? And we aren’t even making those anymore, it’s limited to Fever Fudge and Fainting Fancies.’

‘Am I sick?’ you wondered aloud.

‘By the looks of it, yeah.’ George spoke. ‘Maybe go home and rest?’

‘Yeah, maybe drop by at St. Mungo’s....’ you muttered, leaving.

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‘Hello, you’re at St Mungo’s Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries, if you want to get treated, use that elevator, if you’re meeting someone, you have to wait, if you’re wasting my time, then please leave and- OH MERLIN!’ the woman gasped. ‘Y-you’re Y/N Potter...’

‘Uhm, I do believe I am.’ You said uncertainly.

‘Oh, well, oh, Mrs Potter, uh, big fan.’ She stuttered. ‘How may I assist you?’

‘Well, you see, I’ve been vomiting since this afternoon, it’s happened thrice already and I don’t recall eating anything off or drinking something old... overall, I need help.’

‘Well, of course you do!’ she breathed. ‘We will call our best healer for you, Mrs Potter, given how much you do for this nation!’

You fought the urge to giggle. ‘Er, thanks. I hope this best healer of yours can cure me.’

‘Certainly dear! He is one of the most skilled.’

The woman grabbed a microphone of sorts and bellowed. ‘HEALER MALFOY, I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE ASSISTING A DYING PATIENT OR WHATEVER IT IS THAT YOU’RE DOING, GET. HERE. NOW!’

You gasped. ‘Did you say... Healer Malfoy? As in Draco Malfoy?’

‘Yes, dear, quite right.’ She distractedly said.

‘What do you want, you horrible old woman?’ a voice asked behind you.

You didn’t dare turn.

‘Malfoy, kindly assist this lovely lady here.’

‘Alright, hello, how may I help?’ asked Draco.

Cursing internally, you turned around. ‘Hi...’

‘Y/N?’ he asked.

‘Draco.’ You spoke.

‘Ah... um come on, then.’ He awkwardly led you to his office.

‘We haven’t seen each other in quite some time, have we?’ he asked once you entered.

‘Yeah, the last time we met was when we both thought Harry was dead.’ You spoke sarcastically.

Draco smirked. ‘So, what’s with you and Potter, L/N?’

‘That’s Y/N Potter to you.’ You corrected.

Draco’s eyes grew wide. ‘Y/N Potter? You’re serious? That’s you? I thought it was some other Y/N or something...’

‘Honestly Malfoy, how many Y/N’s would marry Harry Potter?’ you asked.

‘I expect you have a point. Alright, Mrs Potter, what ails you?’ he asked.

‘Dunno.’ You simply answered. ‘Been retching all afternoon.’

‘What?’

‘Wait...’ something wasn’t right.

Oh no.

You ran into his bathroom and doubled over inside the toilet and let out your stomach’s contents yet again.

‘Blimey, you alright?’ asked Draco. ‘When did this start?’

‘This afternoon!’ you panted. ‘I thought George put a Puking Pastille in my sandwich, but then it didn’t stop. What’s wrong with me?’

‘I have a very good idea of what might be wrong with you.’ He began, making a disgusted face but you couldn’t place why. ‘But if it’s not true, I don’t want to worry you uselessly. Here, take these pills and if they don’t work, come to me right away. It will take two or three hours to have an effect, so tomorrow should be fine if you’re still... a human hosepipe.’

You snorted. ‘Yeah, alright. Thanks Healer Malfoy.’

‘My pleasure, Y/N Potter.’

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‘Hey love, how are you feeling?’ Harry asked as you entered your house.

‘Bit better, I went to St Mungo’s and apparently the best healer they have is Healer Malfoy.’ You spoke.

Harry laughed. ‘And what did Healer Malfoy tell you?’

‘He didn’t. He said he knew what might be wrong with me, but he didn’t want to uselessly worry me in case this is just a nasty stomach bug. So, I’ve got these pills for now.’ You explained.

‘Well, that’s nice.’ You husband said in amusement. ‘For once, you and Malfoy had a conversation where the both of you weren’t constantly threatening to break each other’s face.’

‘I was in for a surprise myself.’ You sarcastically said. ‘I’m going to bed... it’s been a long day, y’know?’

‘Yeah, I understand.’ Harry soothed. ‘Come on, let’s go.’

And yet after eating the pills, you puked almost four times that night.

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‘MALFOY!’ you bellowed. ‘OPEN THE DOOR!’

The door swung open.

‘Pills not working?’ Draco asked before you could open your mouth.

You aggressively nodded.

‘Ugh.’ He spoke. ‘We’re going there, aren’t we? Oh well. Come in.’

He shut the door and crossed his arms over his chest. ‘Er, Y/N, I have a question that is necessary for finding out what’s wrong with you... uhm, you’re married and all right? So, um... did you and Potter have your... em, fun night yet?’

Your cheeks blushed a heavy scarlet as you choked on your own spit. ‘Fun *cough* night?’

Draco looked fairly embarrassed as well. ‘Sorry, er, let me rephrase, when did you have your last menstrual cycle?’

‘About...’ you suddenly gasped. ‘It’s ten days late!’

‘Mhmm.’ Draco wore the same disgusted expression as before.

‘What?’

‘Sorry, it’s just really hard to imagine Potter wanking himself in your presence...’

You slapped the back of his head.

‘Sorry, sorry.’ He said again. ‘Alright, um, take this.’

He handed you a small tube of sorts.

You raised a brow. ‘The Draco Malfoy, offering me a muggle instrument? What day is it today?’

‘They’re surprisingly reliable.’ He said delicately. ‘And it’s Wednesday, by the way.’

You giggled.

Minutes later, you emerged from the bathroom.

‘So what does two lines mean?’

‘That there’s one baby Potter in there.’

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The next morning, you set out for your friends’ house.

You knocked on the door.

Several minutes later, a shabby-ooking Ron came out. ‘Whozzerre?’

‘Y/N.’ you answered.

‘The bloody hell are you doing here seven in the morning?’ he asked, nettled.

‘I need to see your wife, Ronald.’ You responded with equal mock-anger.

‘Oh, for Merlin’s sake Ron!’ said a voice as a fully dressed Hermione appeared at the door. ‘Y/N! Hi!’

‘Hey Mione, can I speak to you?’

‘Of course.’

‘Er, privately?’

‘Oh don’t mind me. I’m going to bed.’ Ron yawned.

‘Charming, Ronald.’ Hermione snapped as Ron trudged back. ‘Yes?’

‘Mione... I’m pregnant.’

‘What? I’m sorry, I must’ve misheard you, could you say that again?’

‘I’m serious Mione. I’m pregnant.’

‘WHAT?’ Hermione squealed. ‘Y/N, but that’s... amazing!’

‘I know!’ you squealed.

‘Does Harry know?’

You looked away.

‘You didn’t tell him, did you?’ Hermione accusingly said.

‘I’m not sure how he’s going to react.’ You muttered.

‘Well... maybe tell him by the end of this week... the Auror requirements are crazy at the moment. Maybe you ought to wait till he’s relaxed?’ she suggested.

‘Yeah, I’ll do that. And Mione, could you please cover for me just this once? I’ll work overtime maybe when you know, the baby’s born? It’s just... I’m quite tired at the moment.’ You pleaded.

‘You will not work overtime after your baby is born.’ Hermione sternly instructed. ‘I will cover for you all the same. Take care, Y/N.’

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‘Love, is something the matter?’ Harry concernedly asked. ‘You’re... distant.’

‘I’m working long hours, Harry.’ You responded.

Harry arched a brow. ‘I don’t recall ever seeing you at the office in the last two days. Where do you disappear to in the day time?’

‘I have other work to do besides stay at the Ministry, Harry.’ You snapped in irritation.

Pregnancy was giving you mood swings.

‘See, this is the problem.’ Harry said. ‘You’re not telling me something. When was the last time you called me Harry in that tone?’

‘I dunno, but I’ll use it more often if you act like this.’

‘You know what, that’s it.’ He slammed his fork on the table. ‘I can’t take this anymore. Do what you like.’

He stomped up.

Yup, you blew it.

Sighing and rubbing your temples, you followed.

‘I’m not sure you’d be happy if I told you why.’ You muttered when you got there.

‘Happy?’ asked Harry. ‘Why would I be happy with something that is the cause of my wife ignoring me? I’d personally hate it.’

Tears brimmed in your eyes.

‘Oh yeah?’ you asked in a shaky voice. ‘Well good job, because I’m bloody pregnant with your bloody baby. And you hate it, don’t you?’

Harry was dumbstruck.

He opened and closed his mouth like a goldfish.

‘Y/N...’ he choked out. ‘I didn’t mean...’

‘Save it.’ You said, running downstairs.

Harry messed up his hair.

‘I’m gonna be a dad?’ he whispered to no one.

A crash from the dining room followed by a whimper of pain snapped him out of his thoughts.

‘Love?’ he called.

No answer.

‘Y/N!’ he ran down.

‘I’m... nothing, I thought it was going to... come.’ You panted. ‘Babies don’t come that fast, do they?’

‘I... don’t know. Love, I’m so sorry.’

Harry gently picked you up and carried you to your bedroom.

He pressed a kiss to your cheek. ‘Rest, darling. Don’t exhaust our little child here.’

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‘It’s a boy!’

You let out a choked sob, reaching out as the doctor placed your creation in your hands.

Everybody, Harry, Ron, Hermione, George, Ginny, Bill, Fleur, Percy, Mr and Mrs Weasley had come to see you.

‘It’s so cute!’ Ginny whispered.

‘He’s beautiful.’ You spoke.

Your husband approached you.

‘C-can I?’ he asked.

You smiled and shifted over as Harry sat down, cradling the baby boy in his arms.

A tear escaped his eye.

‘James.’ You cooed.

‘James Sirius Potter.’ Harry declared, pressing a kiss to your temple.

After you had gone home, Harry had taken you to the nursery he designed for the baby weeks ago.

‘I love you so much.’ He muttered.

‘I love you too, idiot.’ You laughed. ‘And I love this baby.’

‘Hmm. Let’s make another one.’

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x yn #harry potter angst #harry potter x wife!reader #dad!harry #to be dad! harry #baby #pregnant

[haikyuuuuuhypeeeee]

Ch. Twenty Four

⚠️WARNING: Mentions of unhealthy grieving behavior

• ────── ✾ ────── •

You stand outside of room 3D, mustering the courage to go inside.

You didn’t have any trouble finding Osamu’s room in the hospital, nor did anyone give you problems for being up on the third floor so late. A few nurses and doctors walked by you but didn’t give much more than a passing glance.

You figured that a random girl standing outside of a hospital room would rouse some suspicion and a hospital staff member wouldn’t hesitate to approach you. And yet that still isn’t enough to push you to open the door.

It’s the fear of the unknown holding you back.

What is Osamu going to say when you walk in? What is he going to look like? Is he going to be plugged into a lot of machines? Is he even awake? What is he yells at you? What if he tells you that he never wants to see you again? What if he says he loves you? Hates you?

The distressing thoughts swirl in your head and keep your hand from twisting the knob and opening the door.

Coward, you’re a coward. You berate yourself. Osamu needs you.

The clarifying thought is like water dousing a flame, as your worried thoughts wash away. Osamu asked for you, he wants to see you.

Even if it is just to yell at you.

Focus.

You take a deep breath and open the door. You push to open it slowly, the room beyond darker than the hospital hallway. The lights are turned down low save for the blue-white strip of lights behind the bed and the lights by the counter in the room. Osamu is sitting up in bed, looking out the window at the night sky. He turns when the door opens, and he smiles when he sees you.

“Hey Y/N,” he says softly. His voice is gentle, far from the hoarse cries you last heard from him, and even further from the cold, detached tone he used the last time you had an actual conversation with him.

The change is stark and welcomed. “Hi Osamu,” you whisper back. You step closer to the bed where two chairs have been left close by. You take a seat in the one closest to Osamu. You can’t help but feel relieved at not seeing any straps tying Osamu to the bed or anything confining his movements. You look at his face and see how tired he looks, the bags sagging under his eyes. You think that his face looks gaunt but that could be your imagination playing tricks on you.

He looks alert and calm, watching you with focused eyes. It’s so different from the last two times you had seen him, and already seeing him in this conscious state alleviates your anxiety.

“How are you?”

“How are ya?”

You smile at each other at your synchronization and your attempts to speak at the same time. Osamu gestures with his hand to let you answer first.

“I’m good, all things considered.”

Osamu nods. “Yeah, same here.” He pauses, a small frown gracing his lips. “Wait, what’s today’s date?”

You tell him and watch as his nose scrunches in concentration. “Is today the anniversary of yer friend’s passin’?”

“Yes, me and my friends went to the shrine and park earlier.” At your answer, Osamu’s face falls and he looks down at the bedding, now twisted in his hands.

“‘M sorry.” He says. It’s quiet but sincere. “I shouldn’t have been such an idiot,”

“You’re not an idiot,” you say back immediately. “And there’s no need to apologize. If anyone needs to, it’s me.”

“Nah, ya don’t hafta apologize either.” Osamu counters.

He sounds adamant, so you sigh and drop it. You know you’re both stubborn enough to apologize in circles, so you let it go.

“I’ll make it up to you someday,” you say instead. “When you least expect it.”

He smiles, but his eyes still look troubled and he still has a tight grasp on the blanket covering him.

“How are you feeling?” You ask, looking to change the subject.

“My fever has gone down heaps,” he replies. “Uh, apparently drinking for three days straight drastically weakens yer immune system and makes ya susceptible to bugs and viruses.” He coughs, and even in the low light of the hospital room you can see his blush. “‘M happy Kita brought me here.” He pauses, looking away from you. “‘M real thankful that you helped them too.”

You don’t say anything, picking up on his need to say more but understanding his hesitance.

“When I was awake, after my fever went down, I talked to the hospital’s psychiatrist and went through some of his questions. They weren’t anything super difficult, it really felt like havin’ a conversation. But at the end of it, he said he’d recommend me stayin’ in the hospital for pysch evaluation. I mean, I was shocked. I didn’t want to…”

His sentence trails off, and you nod in complete understanding at his uncomfortableness. He gives you a grateful look before clearing his throat and speaking up again.

“It wasn’t until a therapist came in and talked to me. We went over the questions and conversation I had. It was weird, ‘cause with the psychiatrist I was just giving straight answers of what I believed. But the therapist showed me a different viewpoint on my answers. I didn’t realize how messed up my reasoning was until she pointed it out.

“I thought she was messin’ with me, so I asked her. But she said that’s what she’s trained to do. Sometimes our brain will force us to think in a certain way, and we believe because we either don’t have anyone to tell us otherwise or we don’t let ourselves tell anyone.”

He pauses again. You see his jaw tense as he stares out the window, and his hands are gripping the sheets so tight that they’re shaking. You gently lay a hand on his, and they relax instantly.

“When my brother died, I thought the best way would be to ignore everythin’. I wanted to ignore everythin’ that made me miss him, everythin’ that would remind me of him, and everythin’ that would remind me of how he was gone. It was nearly impossible doin’ that at home, so I left. I ran away.”

He gives a short, hollow laugh. “It worked, because I was in a new place that had no connection to Atsumu. And I didn’t have someone stop me on the street to talk about him. But it was stupid, because I ran away from my parents, and my friends. The people who not only would have supported me, but wanted to.

“I should have talked to someone. I know that was something ya wanted me to do for a long time. And I just brushed ya off. And I’m sorry.”

You open your mouth to tell Osamu that he doesn’t ever have to apologize but he holds his hand up to stop you.

“The apology is not just for that. When I met ya, I wanted to be yer friend. Ya were nice, and ya were also strugglin’ with yer grief. I wanted to be supportive, because I knew exactly how lonely it is without anyone to talk to.

“What I didn’t account for was how friendly ya were, and how much better I felt talkin’ to ya. Ya were a real friend to me in a time of need, but ya soon became someone that I could go to to talk about Atsumu and feel unburdened.

“I think I began to subconsciously seek you and only you. And I believed ya had done the same. We were both friends to help each other. We had this special connection that only the two of us could share.

“So when I heard Oikawa say that you had really loved Iwaizumi, more than a friend, it was as if every conversation between us had meant nothing. It’s stupid, but I felt like ya had betrayed me.”

Osamu looks back at you, his eyes shimmering with tears. “I swear that I never meant to depend on ya too much. I never meant to go off on ya for lovin’ someone else, and I am so sorry for all of the nasty things I said to ya.”

You give him a small smile and let your hand on his hands tighten. “That’s very nice of you to say Osamu. But I’m not free of blame either. When I was texting you, I was still holding onto Hajime. I knew he was gone but I sought the comfort I felt sending those messages, imagining Hajime was on the other side. You had, quite literally, replaced him.

“And when we started talking, it was liberating for me. I could share details that I didn’t want to share with my friends, or even my therapist. And I think subconsciously I connected you to Hajime because of the messages I sent. So I felt way more comfortable opening up to you, and depending on you.

“But I was selfish, because I was still unable to let Hajime go. I wanted you and him. But that’s not fair to you or to Hajime’s spirit. I’m sorry for my self-serving actions, and I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Osamu gives you a smile. “It’s okay, Y/N.”

He moves his hand, the same one that slapped you away, and intertwines it with yours. You feel tears of relief in your eyes at how warm his hand is and how strong his grip is. You both just take a second to sit in silence, staring at each other with shining eyes, and being thankful that you’re here together.

After a while Osamu clears his throat. “I’ll be going to in-patient starting tomorrow, and then after I’m movin’ back home.”

“I know,” you say softly. You let your thumb caress Osamu’s hand. “I’ll visit you here if you want me-”

“Of course.” He answers. “But when I move back home…”

“Hey,” you say gently. You want to bring him out of his head. “I’m really proud of you. This probably wasn’t an easy decision to make, but it’s the right one.”

He nods but still looks upset. “I’m scared to go.”

You hold his hand tighter. “That’s okay. You’re allowed to be scared. You can call me whenever you need to.”

He gives you a look. “Yeah, I guess I’m scared to go to in-patient.” Osamu’s confusing reply makes you tilt your head. “But I’m scared to go home. I worry about ya, and I want ya to be taken care of.”

You stare back at Osamu, not saying a word. Before you realize it you feel a furious blush take over your entire face. You duck your head, hoping Osamu doesn’t notice. (But honestly you think a blind man could feel how hot your face feels.”

You cough in an (too late) attempt to cover your embarrassment. “Well, I worry about you too.”

“Oh, do ya now?” Osamu teases. You meet his smirk with a weak glare. It quickly falls when you speak again.

“I care about you, but I need to work on myself.” You look down at your hands. “I think we both need to work on ourselves.”

It’s Osamu’s turn to gently caress your hand. “I agree. I want to give ya everything that I can. It’s what ya deserve.”

Yet again you feel your face heat but you look at Osamu in the eyes and smile. “Me too.”

But behind your embarrassment lies a fear - a fear that he’s promising himself to you. Even though you might not live up to his expectation.

“What’s wrong?” He asks. You look back up to him, still feeling yourself swoon at the dark-brown eyes looking at you with concern.

He’s in a hospital bed, after recovering from a fever, and facing a long road of recovery. And he’s looking at you like this - as if you are his sole purpose and your well-being is all that matters.

“What if I’m never enough for you?” You ask quietly. “Or what if I’m never ready for what you need?”

Osamu looks at you before giving you a radiant smile. It’s the biggest smile you’ve ever seen on him.

“I don’t think I could ever explain how much ya mean to me.” He tells you. “You just being in my life, as a friend, lover, companion - whatever it is - is what I need and want.”

He gives you another smile, even as you feel tears mask your smile. “It’s okay Y/N. It’s going to be okay.”

• ────── ✾ ────── •

A/N: 😭😭😭 You guys, we have GROWTH AND LOVE AND ACCEPTANCE UGH WE’VE FINALLY MADE IT. I have SO many feelings about this chapter - hope, bitterness, joy, sorrow. I don’t think I’ve hidden the fact that I’m a huge proponent for seeking treatment for mental health issues. And having both Reader and Osamu, who have made decisions that were harmful to them and others, taking responsibility for their actions but not blaming each other, is amazing. Not to mention the promise to work on themselves so they can be the best for the other (sob), the hand holding, the radiant smile from Osamu at the end…I know I’m just summarizing my own work but I FELT SO MANY EMOTIONS ABOUT THESE TWO AND I JUST KAKDNAKDNS. Don’t forget to check the epilogue!

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[warmau]

☆ [nostalgic] summer romance! juyeon  birthday present for him and one of my best friends! | tw: drowning 

a soft splash of water cascades down the side of your arm and you turn your head, still floating, to see eric waving you toward him

flipping over, you dive down into the ocean and push yourself toward his direction

coming up for air - you see his eyes sparkle as he whispers, “let’s go scare chanhee!”

you scrunch up your nose and tell eric that’s not nice but he just insists he has to get back at him. did you forget the incident at the beach two days ago? you know, with the ice-cream?

you roll your eyes - recalling some argument over chanhee grabbing the last mango pop or something - but eric is gone before you can answer

you watch him doggy paddle to where chanhee and younghoon are - wrapping his arms around the other boy and pulling him down into the water

the shouts of shock and laughter wring around you like bells, everything is so happy and sweet, just how summer should be like

but something feels weirdly empty 

you look up to your left where some of your other friends are, cuddled up against each other, even in the heat people in love just gravitate to each other

to your right are strangers, strangers clearly in the middle of their own summertime loves

all of a sudden - in the middle of a crowded, bustling ocean - you are hit with loneliness

when am i going to find someone who loves me?

you sink a little down, haloed by the oceans water, when you hear another sound

this one isn’t joyful, in fact it sounds like terror, and you turn to see a flaying hand only a couple of meters away

your body freezes - is that person drowning? - your muscles act before you do, propelling you down back into the water and toward the murky outline of the figure

you’re a decent enough swimmer, making it to the person - a small boy - just in time to do something

but do what? you’ve never saved someone before, do you carry him - do you -

“help get him on my back!”

the new voice comes from your side, you turn and see that you aren’t the only person who has made it to the boy

this person, all cut angles and seriousness, is wearing the lifeguards whistle around his neck and a wave of relief overtakes you

“ok!”

you do as you’re instructed and the lifeguard tilts his head toward the shore

you follow behind him and scramble up the sand - hand on the boys back as you watch everything play out in slow motion

all you’re aware of is that you’re down beside the boy, you’re watching the lifeguard do CPR, his mother and father scurry over, people are talking and yelling

then the boy jerks up - coughing and doubling over - the lifeguard is asking him something and you don’t even notice till everything is ok

that you’re holding the boys hand in your own

it’s a blur after that - after the parents thank you and the lifeguard, named juyeon, over and over.

and now - you’re sitting in a small cabin off the boardwalk, the lifeguards cabin, and you’ve got a towel on your shoulders and eric is asking if you’re ok now

you smile and say you are - just in the time for juyeon to come out of an adjoining office room and you get to look at him seriously for the first time 

he’s tall, with wet dark hair pushed back from his forehead. 

a light golden tint runs down through his muscular proportions and his eyes are ... 

they’re captivating 

long and outlined by a perpetual darkness, long eyelashes to envy over, and a brown that almost looks onyx under the light

he’s shirtless, wearing just the bright orange swim shorts and that whistle

he comes over and crouches in front of you with a smile full of kindness, puts a hand on your knee that makes your entire body ignite

“thank you for helping me today, whats your name?”

eric answers for you and you’re thankful because up close his apparent beauty is way more to handle than you had imagined

words - no matter how hard you try to think of one - don’t even manage to formulate in your mind

that hand on your knee pats your skin, giving it a little squeeze before juyeon stands back up and says he’s gotta go back out - his shift isnt over

eric thanks him and when he’s gone, you hear him chuckle

“you know you’re drooling, right?”

that summer - you go to the beach every damn day you can

you tell your friends you’re just trying to get some workouts in, you know swimming uses all your body’s muscles

but no one is fooled

because you’re not the only one with what becomes known as “juyeon fever” around town

he just moved here, took a summer job lifeguarding at the local beach, and - to only add to your dream boy list - drives a cool looking sports bike to and from work

you get to the beach early one day, trying to hide your identity with a ridiculously sized sun hat and issue of the paper you stole from the grocery store - to see him pull up for his shift

he’s wearing those swim shorts, same color as his bike, and a hawaiian print shirt in navy (unbuttoned and fluttering behind him as he pulls up and parks)

he pulls the helmet off, shaking his hair lose, and you nearly curse to yourself - what is this? am i some extra in a movie all about juyeon, because he looks like the main character of a blockbuster for sure. baywatch level.

when he turns in your direction - you hide behind the sunday sudoku and hope he doesn’t notice - but suddenly the sound of feet on sand get louder and louder

he says your name and you try to compose yourself as you lower the paper

you smile, and ask if juyeon is here to start work

he plops himself freely down on the sand beside your towel and pushes the shirt off as he says he is, but he’s a little early

you avert your gaze and even as the sun beats down on you both, you feel yourself freeze when juyeon mentions he’s seen you around the beach alot

“well - it’s summer.”

you explain and juyeon laughs, and even that sound is perfect

“that’s true - the ocean is the best place to be in the summer.......and all the time.”

you see him stare out at the calm waves, his usual sweet smile still on his face, but those eyes of his look like they’re searching through a memory

“do you swim even in winter?”

you joke and he laughs again, “i do, at the indoor pools. oh - by the way your friend eric invited me to a barbeque are you going to be there?”

barbeque? what barbequ - your eyes widen as you remember that it is THAT barbeque the one you were supposed to come over and help set up

“right, yes i am - i actually i promised id buy the plates and stuff so i have to go-”

you scramble, rolling up your towel and reaching for your bag when juyeon says

“oh - id give you a ride back but my shift starts in five. ill see you there then?”

a ride on the back of your bike? - is what you want to ask, knees going weak at the thought - but all you do is nod, dumbfolded smile on your own face

he waves as you make your way up the sun and you don’t even have time to get giddy because your phone rings and its exactly who you think it is.

eric’s voice from the other side chides; “hey, where are you!? haknyeon just dropped the watermelon all over my kitchen!”

you keep looking at your watch

the little minute hand ticks to 11:39 and you wonder if juyeon is really going to come

the party has already been going on for a good three hours - the summer moon sparkling up above the strings of lights in eric’s backyard

everyone you know is already here and you know the public beach closes at 8:30 so it’s not as if juyeon is still on his shift

not unless something bad happened.........or he’s decided to skip out on the barbeque to go do something else, you know, which someone else-

just as you set down your drink, little umbrella pathetically floating to the empty bottom, you hear the reave of a bike

everyone else hears it too because the chatter gets more excited and you hear his name float from one person to another

“is that juyeon?” “isn’t that the hot lifeguard?” “oh my god, do you think he’s single?”

you try to hide your own anticipation - not cool to get so excited over a boy right? - but the butterflies flap in your stomach and you just turn away

if he wants to talk to you he can come up to you and if he doesn’t then well it’s his -

“hey, sorry im late - do you know where i can put these?”

you turn and see juyeon there - for the first time he’s not wearing those neon swim shorts, but a pair of black denim jeans

the shirt, still hawaiian print, is slightly buttoned this time but you can still clearly see the dip of his chest and the pretty silver chain that rests on the jut of his collarbones

he waves the bags full of chips he picked up on his way over and you lead him toward the refreshments table, every pair of eyes on the two of you

“did you get stuck at the beach?”

you try to make conversation 

“oh no, my bike had a flat tire so i had to get that fixed before i came over.”

“oh! well eric is inside if you want to-”

juyeon is looking at you, you can feel it because the intensity of his gaze is unmatched, and you don’t know why but you can’t meet it

he tilts his head and then agrees - he’ll go see eric, but he’ll come back

when he’s gone you let out the breath you’ve been holding and try to scurry away from the gazes that have wavered on you and juyeon the whole fifteen or so minutes he’s even been here

you find solace inside, past the kitchen and near the back staircase where the guest bathroom is

you’ve been in eric’s house enough times that you know it’s a perfect hiding spot so you don’t bother closing the door

you just lean back against the sink and cross your arms - what are you going to do now? juyeon is here, but that doesn’t mean anything. 

plus every last single person at this party has him on their radar

what makes you any different? the fact that you helped him ONCE?

and you didn’t even do anything that serious......you had just been there at the same moment he was......

“ah - sorry, i didn’t know anyone was here.”

you look up suddenly and juyeon is in front of you again

he has this cute, flustered expression on his face - he starts saying something about how eric told him to use the mirror in here since the main bathroom might have a line in front of it and blah blah blah

you step forward and you think it’s whatever was in that tiny little umbrella drink you had that makes you put a hand on juyeon’s shoulder and stop him mid sentence

“can you take me on that bike ride now?”

the second you ask - you think regret starts to bubble in your chest - but juyeon just breaks into another of those heart melting smiles

“of course. i actually....” he scratches the back of his neck “i actually dont really like big parties.”

you’re remembered of those lovers you had seen at the beach, tangled in each other despite the summer heat, as you press a little tighter against juyeon’s back

the wind from the bike flutters your hair - and you feel his strong figure through the thin fabric of that ridiculous shirt he’s always wearing

you close your eyes, thinking back to the shocked expression on everyones face as juyeon had pulled you through them and toward his parked bike

how they had looked so confused - and eric had just shot you a thumbs up from the back step of his door

your heart beats heavy in your ears and at the end of your fingertips you feel the flex of juyeon’s abs in response to your tight hold. it feels so intimate.

juyeon stops at the only place you’d expect him too, the beach

it looks serene and beautiful in the darkness of the summer night

the sand isn’t as scorching as usual and the waves only kiss the shore slightly

you and him walk down toward it - feet reaching just the edge before you run back to avoid getting wet

juyeon laughs and runs toward you, strong arms picking you up and before you know it, you’re up in the air and dangling above the water

you’re telling him to not let you go, no matter what and juyeon is chuckling promising over and over he won’t he won’t

i will never let you go

your laughing and playing around leaves you breathless, when you and juyeon lay back down on the sand and stare up at a starless sky

just that summer moon glistening down on you both

“why did you become a lifeguard by the way?” you ask - just to break the comfortable silence

“because i love the ocean, but know it can be a scary place too.”

you turn to look at his profile, even more perfect inches away

“i like that about it, that it’s both beautiful and a little dangerous. i like things that have that duality.”

“so you must like love too?”

you don’t even mean to say it, it simply slips from your lips and juyeon turns to face you

his smile turns to another expression, more earnest and soft

“yes, i do.”

you swallow, “ i do too, that’s why im looking for it.”

the silence that follows is coated with the midnight waves and insects that come out only in the warm months

before, when you couldn’t meet his gaze, you were just being shy and afraid

now you are vulnerable and staring back - deep into those darker than the earth browns when suddenly his large hand comes gently up to your waist

his eyes don’t leave yours, not until you’ve been pushed up flush against him in the sand and they close in time with yours as his lips ghost over yours

polite, without having to be, he whispers - can i? and you whisper back - you can.

the first kiss is chaste and pure, vanilla bean ice-cream flavored with a little speckle of a firework. 

it’s after you breach this first step that you both decide you can do better than that.

juyeon pulls you ontop of him, rolling his back deeper into the sand as you sit up on his hips and push your hands into the flimsy fabric of his shirt

it gives way, off his broad shoulders and you lean down to press kisses down from the edge of his jawline to the curve of his long throat, and then down to his shoulders

the entire time, his large hands seize you in place by your waist, he makes sounds of wordless pleasure and when you bite down into that perfect skin of his you feel like you’re marking an untouched beauty

he runs one hand up to the back of your neck and he pulls you in back to his mouth

sitting up easily as his tongue runs across the seal of your lips, you get yourself comfortable in the crook of his lap - pressed to the bare skin of his chest

this kiss tastes of fiery spice, multiple fireworks - a whole parade 

and when you grind down slightly juyeon makes an animalistic echo that runs from his lips to your spine and you think you could really just let him slip whatever you’re wearing off 

but just as you separate to help him with the task, you hear the screech of a car pull up

“who is there? the beach is closed!”

you pull back off of juyeon and gather yourself up - juyeon jumps to his feet too and you turn to help him button his shirt back up so you two look like you haven’t just been making out for god knows how long

the voice calls again, “hey - you two - you know the beach is closed right!”

you see the officer’s figure and wave back

“oh we didn’t know! we’ll leave in a moment!”

the officer motions for you two to get back up to the street and you and juyeon try not to laugh as he lectures you two on public decency

after that, juyeon drives you back on his bike and although you are more than willing to invite him back inside with you, all you do is share another kiss on your doorstep

“i should at least take you on a date before, you know?” 

he mutters against your lips and you roll your eyes - modesty in this day and age?

“fine, but after that we have all summer.”

and you do have all summer. despite the fact that half the towns population is seething with jealousy about it.

you have the entire summer to bask in the unfiltered, sweet, and hot like the sun romance you have wished for for so long

meeting up with juyeon after his shifts, taking bike rides to other towns, picnics, amusement parks, dates shopping because you need him out of that hawaiian shirt, and get togethers with your friends as everyone else who is coupled off sticks to their other half and you ......... you stick to yours, juyeon

little kisses before he has to go to work - little hand touches when you’re sitting around eric’s dinner table playing monopoly as chanhee schemes you all out of your properties - arm around your waist when you go out to dinner

and pressing close in the depths of his room or yours, the sound a symphony of little noises and the buzz of the fan on your naked skins

its a summer that you only thought was possible in a movie or at least in someone elses life, not yours

and when embarrassing tell juyeon about your theory that he’s the main character of a summer romcom blockbuster

he looks at you clearly and smiles, “and so are you - since you’re my love interest right?”

you feel a flush overtake you and you laugh, say something about how you’re not star quality, and juyeon just pulls you back into him

“what are you talking about, you’re the only star for me.”

and you don’t expect him to remember that little line all these years later

when you’re standing with your toes in the sand, back at the beach you and juyeon fell in love with so long ago

you point to the lifeguard chair and joke

“i used to watch you and think you belonged on baywatch or something - you know everyone was in love with you right?”

his hand is a comfortable, knowing weight on the curve of your waist

“well i was only in love with you.”

you scrunch your nose up and lean in to peck his lips

“that’s sweet.”

“i mean, you were the only star for me.” 

you turn, juyeon’s face - still handsome even though more mature - seems to flash for a second with a look he had when you two were much younger

“the only star for me then and now.” 

#happy bday zain!!!!!! i know you said to take a break but no im going to give you all the juyeon!!!!!!!!1 #also shout out to bad bunnys el ultimo tour del mundo album for playing on loop while i write this #the boyz au #juyeon au #juyeon scenarios #the boyz scenarios #juyeon #tbz #tbz au #tbz scenarios #nostolgic au

[junicai]

shivers.

| order no. | 2/21

| summary | Aria suffers the consequences of her own actions when she takes it upon herself to continue filming when sick.

| word count | 1.4k

| warnings | none

| era | circa. February 2020

Music videos are an extension of the song they portray. They are designed to emphasize and carry out any underlying messages that the songwriters have embedded in the lyrics - to give them more meaning, and to make them easier to spot and understand.

Rain rooms were a common enough feature in shooting a music video; especially with the rising popularity of heartbroken ballads in the western media. These songs were typically sung by crooning women, clad scantily in sheer white fabric that clung to their figures wetly, drenched by the water that rained from the ceiling above.

Aria was no such exception.

The thin, flimsy material of the cotton dress she’d been given to wear for this shot was going to provide her little to no barrier against the frigid water that was going to be pouring down her back in a little over three minutes.

With a final pat of a large blush brush dusting over the apples of her cheeks, she was set free from the make-up chair and ushered towards the set. A singular table was set against a grey backdrop, the ceiling dry for the time being.

With her hair roots suitably shook up for volume by a stylist's nimble fingers, Aria made her way to sprawl herself as daintily as she could over the fake wood while still trying to retain a modicum of her own decency.

With her head flung back, and her eyes closed, a shutter sounded, and the skies opened.

In reality, it couldn't have been more than a couple of seconds, nothing more than to just get her used to the feeling, but Aria resurfaced gasping, sitting back up with eyes squinted closed as she had to refrain herself from wiping the water away - less she rub the mascara into her skin.

"God that felt like I was being waterboarded."

Her comment sent a wave of laughter around the room, giggles coming from the corner where the cameras were set up.

A small tremor ran down her spine, but Aria hid it quickly with a cough and a shift in her sitting position. Her now wet dress stuck uncomfortably to her legs, and she grimaced at the cool feel on her skin.

"Ok! Let's run it again." The director's call came from the opposite side of the room, where she was stood behind a monitor, watching carefully.

Aria nodded dutifully, and moved back to her sprawled position again; this time taking more care to not lie in such a way that left her face overly exposed to the downpour.

They took the clip, six, maybe seven times.

The first few were stopped midway due to positioning changes, and the next one because she coughed lightly after choking on the water when it ran into her mouth by accident.

By the time filming came to a close, Aria was cold, and wet, and miserable. She had started shaking profusely the second she'd slid herself off the table, bare feet meeting the tiled flooring and toes curling at the biting feeling.

Her lips had taken on a blue tinge beneath the red rouge that had rubbed off over the duration of the last hour, and her fingertips mirrored that colour as they moved frantically up and down her biceps to try and put some heat back into her frigid skin.

Aria was still quivering lightly in the oversized jacket when she stepped out of the van and back into the dorms, toeing off her shoes at the entrance before immediately making her way into the kitchen.

A warm cup of tea to cradle between her icy fingertips sounded perfect, exactly what she needed. But unfortunately, her plans were thwarted by a rather tall man leaning against the counter top.

Johnny took one look at Aria's now almost purple lips, and raised an eyebrow.

"So do we need to go find someone who's been wearing blue lipstick? Or is that just the latest trend that I've missed?" He teased, pushing himself to wrap Aria in a hug.

She sank willingly into his embrace, curling up against his chest in an attempt to chase the warmth that he offered. "N-no, I'm just. C-cold. That's all."

Johnny tilted his head down to look at Aria without pushing her away. "You feel like a little icicle."

"M'cold." She whined, increasing in pitch when Johnny stepped away from her. "No! Come b-back you're warm."

He chuckled at her when she pulled the collar of her jacket up to her nose to retain the whisper of body heat that he'd given her. "Two seconds, Ari. I'm just going to get Tae."

Aria's head snapped up. "Why?"

"Because we've had conversations about not speaking up when you're uncomfortable during filming before, but apparently we're going to need to have another one. And, he can make better tea than I can."

Aria winced. "C-can it not, not wait? Til, t-tomorrow maybe?"

Johnny's eyes softened when he looked at her small form. She'd pulled the hood over her ears to hide her still damp hair prior to entering the dorm, but the small beads of moisture on her forehead were telling of a growing fever that came inevitably from being doused in freezing water for an hour.

"I'll see what I can do, kiddo. No promises though."

With that, he disappeared into the hallway, and Aria wandered her way into the living room where she plopped herself onto the couch and tugged a cushion into her lap to cuddle.

Stupid body getting cold and getting her in trouble. Stupid. Should have just warmed her up again. Stupid homoeostasis, or whatever it was. It was stupid.

A hand landed on her shoulder, stroking softly. "Hey, ice baby."

Aria tilted her head back towards Yuta's gently smiling face. "M'cold." She repeated, scooching over on the couch to make room for the man to sit down.

Yuta opened his arms in invitation, and Aria went willingly, burrowing herself in his chest. She sighed lightly at the warm comfort that his hoodie material offered, and pressed her cheek against his arm.

A clink of a mug alerted to Aria that there was someone - no, two people - in the kitchen, and soon after, Taeyong emerged with a steaming mug of tea in his hands with Jaehyun trailing after him, arms laden with blankets.

"T-thank y-you," Aria's teeth were chattering at this point, and Taeyong looked on in worry. A back of a hand was placed to her forehead, and he winced.

"Hyuck, would you mind grabbing the red pill bottle from the cabinet under the sink? The one that's full, Doyoung restocked it a couple days ago."

Donghyuck moved back into the hallway with an affirmative, and Aria looked up to Taeyong. "I don't, m'not sick. Just c-cold. I'll be f-fine."

Mark slid into the open space on the other side of Aria, placing a hand on her leg. "Love you, and everything. But shut up."

He received a thin glare from Yuta for his words. "She's sick, don't be rude."

"I said I loved her!"

"And then you told her to shut up!"

"M'not sick."

Taeil emerged from the doorway waving his hands with Donghyuck following quickly behind him. "I have medication for the invalid?"

"M'not sick!"

Yuta hushed her, tucking her head back into his chest. "We know, baby. You're not sick. But you're going to drink your tea and take a fever reducer and then go to bed okay?"

"But-"

"You can sleep in my room!" Jungwoo chirped up from the oppisite couch. Honestly, Aria didn't know when he had arrived, didn't know when half of the people in the room had arrived, but all of a sudden, she was surrounded by all the members of 127.

Aria shrunk back slightly with all of their eyes on her.

"M'not sick." Her voice was weak; a final hurrah.

"Here." Doyoung handed her the mug of tea that had cooled slightly. "Drink your tea."

#*moonlight café #nct 24th member #nct #nct imagines #nct addition #nct female member #nct female addition #nct extra member #superm #nct 127 #nct scenarios #kpop #kpop addition #kpop!oc #nct female oc #wayv #nct additional member au

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10 times, 1 occasion - Inumaki Toge

4. Tending

A/N: oop i'm on a roll rn with two chapters in two days in a row. the next one is probably going to take a while but seriously I'm so happy with all the support, it keeps me going. this is teeth rotting fluff, so enjoy! ~g

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No matter how many times he was reminded that you were okay, Toge would rather die before leaving your bedside. He watched over you, in his navy sweats and Jujutsu Tokyo Tech gray pullover sweatshirt, taking a few showers to change back into the same clothes. He cooked ramen and onigiri balls in the common kitchen down the hall. He only left for more than ten minutes to visit Fushiguro, who met the same fate as you, but left you with Maki or Panda, even Gojo if he was around and no one else was available.

The latter liked drawing things on your expensive drawing paper with the expensive ink you so hoarded from others and placing them on the board by your desk, next to Post-It notes wishing you well from fellow Tokyo Tech students, and Kyoto students alike. Kamo had wished you a speedy recovery and flattering words on your technique, Miwa left a well-wishes message with hearts drew on and Todo wrote that he lamented your injury because your taste in women was far beyond better than the rest of your fellow classmates, except for Itadori, and complimented your ‘Tina Snow’ Megan Thee Stallion poster.

Once again, while placing a damp, cold towel on your forehead, Toge sighed deeply, cleaning away the fever you were sweating. You breathed through your mouth, nose, cheeks, and lips settling in a darker red color by the heat you emanated. Shoko healed you and Megumi just perfect, but as a difference, your body wasn’t reacting well to the invasion. Still, Inumaki diligently took care of your every need while you slept for the past three days, fighting the urge to command for you to wake up, and watch those lively eyes flutter open while a smile blossoms on your cheeks. They were waiting for you to continue the goodwill event officially after the “minor” issue with the special grades.

It was late in the afternoon, the orange sun leaking through the blinds. Toge set his book down for a second and stared at you. You looked so serene, so calm and peaceful for the first time in the past few days, whereas you looked agitated and distressed in your slumber. He leaned down and kissed your forehead. You shuffled happily in your sleep and laid even deeper into your bedsheets.

“Wow! This room is so cool!” Itadori gasped as he passed the doorframe. Toge narrowed his eyes but still stood up to greet the first years. “How come my room doesn't look like this?!”

Your room was cozy. The color scheme was warm; your walls were a very light beige, your bed was composed of a terracotta-colored duvet, light pink bed sheets, and a white throw blanket. The nightstand was a yellow bookshelf with a lamp on top, a framed picture resting there, along with your phone. Your desk was yellow as well with a bulletin board on the wall in front of it. On the desk rested some plants, an assortment of drawing, painting, and coloring supplies, aside from a Bluetooth speaker that resembled an old radio. The wall behind your bed was full of posters of artists and movies, and artwork that either you painted or you commissioned. By the window, there was a light moss green couch with different pillows, and a lavender purple throw Inumaki used to wrap himself in when he napped. He sat next to your bed on a light pink office chair he positioned on the empty space between your closet and your bed. It was a colorful room, to say the least.

“Because you’re a man, Yuuji” Nobara rolled her eyes and walked towards your bed, combing her fingers through your hair to brush it slightly. She fluffed the pillows behind your head and fixed the collar of the silk pajamas you wore specifically made for when injured. Maki spoke so highly of you, Nobara wanted to treat you her best, because she knew you deserved it.

“How is she?” Megumi asked Inumaki. Nobara and Itadori were both snooping around the room. Yuuji browsed the bookshelf with a frown, while Kigusaki looked through your cosmetics bag before heading to the bathroom, which stood to the door on the left when one entered the room, talking about checking out your skincare routine.

“Tuna” He signaled his phone and got to typing. Soon, Megumi’s phone buzzed. Itadori rushed over to read the text over his shoulder, Kugisaki on her tippy toes to read from his other shoulder as well.

[ Inumaki Toge: they’re okay. shoko said they’ll wake up soon enough. probably just drained ]

“So you’ve been here with her all these past few days? All the time?” Kugisaki asked.

Toge nodded, shifting comfortably on the seat “Shake” He confirmed.

“Aww! I wish I had a partner like you!” Nobara sighed dreamily. Toge froze. His jaw clenched and his eyes widened to almost hit every corner of his face. As if it was even possible, he turned paler. He could feel his heartbeat drumming in his ears. Partner? Your partner? Why would anyone think that? You were just a friend… unless you didn’t want to be. A friend he had strong feelings for. A friend he had its own pet name for. A friend he loved. Oh my. His face went from paperwhite to a bright red, as he once again zipped up the collar of his shirt to cover his lower half.

“Look what you did, Nobara! You broke him!” Itadori shook her, while Inumaki stared blankly at the floor. Fushiguro realized Kugisaki had touched a nerve since the attraction between the two of you was so apparent, everyone had seen you two laugh together incessantly, hold hands, hug each other often, and damn, he even had a word in his vocabulary to refer to you specifically. He pointed with his head to the door and the three left silently for a second. Inumaki watched them leave and sighed into his hands. That was frustrating.

You shuffled in your sleep slightly, Toge’s attention turning to you quickly, standing upright from his chair to look as you fluttered your eyes to stare back at him. Just as he expected, a smile arose from your mouth as soon as you noticed him there, before you went into a coughing fit. He panicked and took a few steps towards your yellow mini-fridge, scouting for a bottle of water, which he found soon enough. He held the bottle for your mouth, with which you gladly took in and drank all the water in a matter of seconds. He cleaned your wet cheeks and sat at the foot of the bed carefully, as you tried to sit upright without disturbing your wound.

“Kelp” He greeted you, with his usual fondness towards you and a smile he tried to hide.

“Hello, Inumaki-kun” You rasped with a blush on your cheeks, coughing slightly before smiling at him. “Don’t worry, I’m here; I’m okay”

He sighed deeply and the weight on his shoulders he didn’t even realize he had lifted. He now knew that you were okay. His heart fluttered in his chest as you reached out your hand, urging him to get close to you. Once he did, you combed your hand through the gray strands, making him melt into your touch.

He leaned to lay down by your side. “How’s everyone? What time is it? How long have you been here?” You bombarded him with questions he was more than glad to answer.

Toge just looked at you briefly before grabbing his phone. He typed something and soon your phone vibrated next to you on your nightstand.

[ Inumaki Toge: everyone is ok. ]

[ fushiguro had the same cursed buds as you in his stomach, he’s fine now and i think in the hallway. ]

[ it’s 5:30 PM. i’ve been here the last 3 days you’ve been unconscious ]

You stared at the messages in shock “You’ve been here three days? You seriously didn’t have to, I was asleep”

“Okaka'' Toge shook his head with a frown. He typed something else. [ Inumaki Toge: i was worried about you. besides, you kept sweating, i had to level your temperature often because of the fevers ]

Your eyes watered as Toge’s widened. He panicked. Had he said something wrong? Did you get the wrong undertone from his texts? If that was it, should he start to use tone indicators? “Thank you” You sniffled “You didn’t really have to take care of me”

Right now, he really wished to speak to you clearly, so you really knew what he meant. “Tuna Mayo” He was only able to mutter before reaching to caress your back as quiet tears flowed down your cheeks. Soon enough, your phone vibrated.

[ Inumaki Toge: i got you your favorite tea :)) chai with a touch of nutmeg and lavender ]

“Aw…” You smiled “Thank you” You sighed deeply, the usual warmth spreading across your chest. The one that came whenever he bought you something or gave you a hug, or a brief touch.

[ i’ll go heat it up, okay? stay put ]

He removed his arm from your healthy side, and slipped out of the bed comfortably, removing the collar of his neck to kiss your forehead. I love you.

#jujutsu kaisen #inumaki #inumaki toge #jjk inumaki #toge inumaki #inumaki x reader #jjk fluff #10times1occ

[aphrodite-would-be-proud]

Your Reiner + The Kids content keeps popping up on my page and I just think it's so cute! Could you write a little something for a sick day with the kids? Whether it be you being sick and Reiner and the Kids taking care of you, or the kids get sick at school and you and Reiner take care of them? 🙏

Of course! I'd love to, especially since you asked so nicely💛 The two scenarios you mentioned seemed really fun so I decide to do them both.

You're sick and Reiner takes care of you but his cousins get sick too.

{ Reiner x reader | tw:vomiting, tw: sickness | fluff, comfort | modern }

{ "The Quiet Hour" 1913 by Albert Chevallier Tayler 1862-1925 }

When the kiddos get sick

It was around noon when Reiner got a call from his cousins' school mentioning Gabi. Having listed himself as her emergency number, Reiner wasted no time in leaving work to go pick her up.

She was waiting at the nurse's office when he arrived, face looking paler than usual and lacking her usual energy, she seemed tired and looked like she just ran a marathon. Reiner felt his heart drop.

To her side, was Falco looking just as worried while attempting to comfort her but not knowing how. When he sees Reiner, he looks at him in desperation as a plea to help.

And that's the story Reiner told you when you came back home that day to him making chicken soup. Gabi on the couch with a blanket wrapped around her and a box of tissue to her left.

To her right, Falco was coaxing her into finishing the glass of juice that Reiner made, saying how important fluids are.

You took her temperature, thankfully it wasn't so high. Before going out to the pharmacy to get some medication, you could see how hard she's trying to push through the sickness and act like it's not there.

Moving Gabi to the bed instead was easier than usual, she still attempted to fight Reiner, insisting she's fine but soon enough ran out of energy.

You and Falco stayed by her side and spoon fed her some chicken soup and other healthy stuff, convincing her eat the vegetables was the hardest. Meanwhile Reiner went to her house to pick up some stuff, she'd be staying with you since her parents were away for the week and he had a spare key.

After school hours, it was only Zofia who showed up with Zeke and Pieck. Apparently Udo's mom caught wind of Gabi's sickness and didn't allow him to go.

Pieck brought enough stuff to distract Gabi and spoil her with snacks, while Zeke took her temperature and symptoms again. Having some experience in the medical field himself, everyone calmed down when he reassured them it's just a fever.

The rest of the day flew by with you all surrounding Gabi, taking her mind off of the sickness and just generally being there for her and showing her how cared about she is.

Around night-time, after Zeke and Pieck took advantage of Reiner's willingness to cook. They decided to head back, taking Zofia with them to drop her off after she promised to bring all missing assignments to Gabi, you don't know if it was a promise or a threat judging by Gabi's reaction.

Colt showed up around midnight, having just finished his shift at work. He too checked on Gabi before saying goodbye and taking Falco with him, who promised he'd visit everyday, you and Reiner knew it's a promise he'll keep.

Letting Gabi have the bed, you and Reiner crashed on the couch, him laying down with you on top of him. You took turns checking on Gabi in the middle of the night.

The rest of the week while she recovered flew by quickly. Falco keeping his promise and showing up everyday, Zofia bringing her all the homework and convincing the teachers to go easy on her since she's sick, Udo video calling her from home to do help her do her homework, definitely not giving her the answers.

Other people dropped by on different days, Bertolt and Annie showing up. Porco "stopping by" every two days, sometimes with Pieck.

Even when her symptoms disappeared and she seemed to get better, Reiner insisted that she still needs a couple days to recover and Zeke backed him up on that.

You were her last hope, knowing you can sway Reiner too, so Gabi attempted her puppy eyes on you but as much as your back was hurting from sharing the couch with Reiner, you said no. She still needs rest.

A Gabi who didn't go outside for a week is a really grumpy Gabi, but you and Reiner had to manage.

When she finally got better, she spent the whole day outside running around and climbing trees, she was going wild with the biggest smile on her face. The other three attempting to keep up with her

Everything was going really well...too well.

It wasn't until you saw Falco sneezed that a feeling of dread settled in you.

The next day, you had 3 missed calls. Two from Udo's mom, one from Zofia's and a text from Colt.

Oh.

When you get sick

At first you thought it was just one of those days where getting out of bed seemed impossible. Just moving your arm to get up was too exhausting, the weather around you switching between being cold and hot every couple seconds.

Just opening your eyes was too much, you called out for Reiner but your voice was too quiet and sore. Attempting to rise it resulted in a coughing fit.

Well Ironicly it did the job, it was loud enough that he heard you from the other room and came in with some water. He seemed really worried and his hand supported your back so you could sit up, he took your temperature.

You were burning up, his hold tightened on you before telling you to rest, it's okay he won't leave your side.

And he was true to his words, he took a couple days off work and stayed by your side. Giving you food he made, making you something warm to drink for your throat, hugging you close to his chest when everything was hurting too much.

You didn't have to move a finger, he'd literally go make you something to eat at 3am if you felt like it. He'd sit behind you on the bed while helping you eat.

The next day when his cousins visited, Reiner explained to them that you're sick and can't get up, also that your room is off limits to them from now on.

Well, the second he walked out the door to go buy some more meds and tissus, it was Gabi who literally ran to your room slamming the door open.

And that's how Reiner came back to four children cuddling you in bed, Gabi telling you stories about her adventures, Falco getting you water, Udo making sure you have enough blanket and pillows and lastly Zofia digging all the snacks from the cupboards and bringing them to you.

He thought about scolding them, but seeing how happy you looked as they told you about how Zofia managed to get the class out of taking a test by tricking the math teacher into talk about her recent trip overseas, made him just smile instead.

But he still made them all wear masks and wash their hands properly.

You spend most of the days asleep, not aware of the visitors that came and went. Occasionally waking up at 2am to find Reiner sleeping in a chair next to the bed, a glass of water nearby.

While reaching for the glass, you noticed a badly made origami letter being held together by stickers, signed by his cousins to you.

It was a letter the four of them made, for you to get well soon. You could distinguish who wrote what by the different handwritings, Udo's being in Cursive.

And somehow that helped make you feel better more than any ibuprofen could. It even had more stickers for you to use in the inside of it, something pharmaceutique companies should look into copying

When the weather is warm enough, Reiner would take you out to the park or garden to get some fresh air. Making sure you wear a mask and wear something comfortable and warm, his cousins would play while you too sit on the bench, his arm wrapped around you protectively.

Gabi and Udo would bring you all the cool rocks they find, hoping their coolness will cure you. While Falco and Zofia brought you the really pretty flowers with nice smells.

Reiner had your hand in his lap, holding it close and rubbing his thumb over it. Occasionally asking if you're alright or need something.

#reiner braun x reader #reiner braun #aot reiner #Reiner #reiner🕯 #kiddo gang🕯 #sick day #fluff🕯 #comfort🕯 #aot🕯 #Aot #aot x y/n #aot x reader #snk #snk x reader #fluff #aot gabi #gabi braun #Aot Falco #falco grice #aot Zofia #Aot Udo

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@sicktember #1

Prompt # 1: Fever

Title: Damn Nick Fury

Fandom: Avengers/MCU

To kick Sicktember off, I'm starting with some classic Avengers sickfic. This is actually part of a longer work that I posted many moons ago on AO3. Still one of my favorite whump fics that I've written.

Clint Barton breathed slowly and deeply as he drew back his bow, sighting in his next target. He was so far unnoticed by the cultists they were fighting, perched high in a tree as he was. Below, Natasha was baiting and dodging them with ease, dispatching one every now and then to keep them occupied. Clint's task was to pick them off as she did so.

Another arrow met its mark.The archer sniffled wetly as he reloaded while cold water continued to trickle down the back of his collar. He had made Fury aware a day or so ago that he had a mild cold, as was his duty as an assassin. If he wasn’t at one hundred percent, his commander needed to know. However, Fury had insisted he and Nat take this mission, since no one else was available. The soaking rain they encountered when they arrived was unexpected. However, it turned out the rain had actually made it easier to obtain the objective of this particular mission. Meanwhile though, it was making Clint thoroughly miserable. Compared to other missions it was going quickly, but the five hour stakeout leading up to the current fight had not been pleasant in the continuous downpour, even up in a tree.

Wiping his nose on his shoulder, Cint again loosed an arrow. Only five more cultists to go. Then they could loot the bunker, get the map they needed, and go home. A drip of water hit him right in the eye, and he growled to himself, inwardly cursing Fury. He had started to shiver an hour ago, though he made sure his hands were steady as ever. He couldn’t wait to take a long, hot shower and sleep for at least twelve hours. He only needed to hold out a little longer.

The tickle in his throat had gradually become a low, irritating ache. He coughed softly. The sound did little to make his throat feel better, but it did make the nearest cultist look up at him. Before the man could do anything other than widen his eyes, Clint’s arrow ended him expertly.

Hawkeye sighed wearily. Four more to go.

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Thirty-six hours later, Clint and Natasha were relaxing on the couch in Avengers Tower. Natasha had her legs tucked up under her and was reading a book while Clint had his head pillowed in her lap with his arm flung over his eyes. Suddenly, his breath hitched warningly. Natasha lifted her arm in a practiced way to give him room to turn and bury his face into a tissue:

"HehyYIIZSHHhoo! hihtESHHHiew!"

She looked down at him with an irritated sound. "That is the third time you've sneezed in as many minutes. I'm making zero progress in this book. You're going to be finding yourself a new pillow in a minute here. Plus I'll kill you if you get me sick."

He sniffled wetly and blew his nose before replacing his head in her lap with a weak cough. "Aww, you would ndever kill mbe, 'Tash. I'mb the only one who puts up with your crap. But I'mb sorry. I can'dt help the sneezing. It's mbaking mbe mbiserable too if that helps."

She sighed in an annoyed way, but couldn't help looking down at him fondly. "You're lucky I know you well enough to understand what you're saying. And you're also lucky that it just so happens to be true that we tolerate each other better than most, so you're safe from assassination for now."

"Blame Fury. This cold wasn't so bad until I had to sid oud id the rain for hours." He sniffled thickly again, barely turning his head away as he followed it up with a cough.

Natasha made a face, swatting his shoulder lightly. "You're gross. Cover your mouth when you cough. And I don't *have* you let you lay here, you know. You have a perfectly comfortable bed only a short elevator ride away."

" 'm cold though. And if I go ubstairs there's ndo one to mbake mbe tea." He swiped at his reddened nose with the tissue, trying to look extra pitiful.

"You're extra whiny when you're sick. Not a good look on you, Hawk." She carded her fingers once through his hair. "And you're just cold because you're a little feverish."

Instead of replying, Clint halfway sat up again and brought a tissue to his nose, breath scissoring and nostrils flaring.

Natasha groaned as Clint once more exploded into a sneezing fit:

"Gihh-ESSHHshuuu! hehKSHHHshuu!" He coughed, then sneezed again: "ERRSHHhuh! Hih'EZSHHyue! --guhhh." Clint miserably rubbed the space between his eyebrows, slowly lowering himself once again to Natasha's lap.

"Apparently my partner has managed to catch the world's sneeziest cold. How did I get so lucky?"

Once again Clint was kept from replying as Natasha's communicator began to ring. She glanced at the screen, then at Clint.

"It's Fury," she warned.

Clint quickly sat up. She answered the device, turning it so they could both see. Fury's single eye met theirs, looking as serious and commanding as ever.

"Good, you're both here. Barton… your nose looks red. How are you feeling?"

"Aboud the sabe I guess. Sneezy."

"And feverish," Natasha said with a warning look at her partner.

"How feverish?"

"Ndot very. One hundred or so," Clint mumbled.

"That's… not ideal. But I don't have any other option… if at all possible, we need you both out in the field again ASAP. We've discovered a small Hydra base, but it's a crucial one. Some of their brainiest goons are posted there, working on something big. From some communication we intercepted, it sounds like their project is almost finished. I need eyes out there immediately. Recon only for now. Think you can handle that?"

The assassins glanced at each other. "We're good to go," said Clint firmly, though the sore-sounding rasp in his voice betrayed him slightly.

"I hope so. Don't disappoint me. I expect you in the air in an hour or less." With that their director ended the call.

Barton and Romanov glanced at each other once more, this time with a weary sigh from Clint before they stood and went to get ready.

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"Barton! What's your situation?"Natasha's voice crackled over the com.

"Being... chased by three. Heading... to the roof… of the base," Clint gasped around labored breathing.The metal steps made a sharp clanking noise as the archer sprinted up them, nocking an arrow as he went.

"Can you handle them on your own?"

"We'll… see...," he panted, sweat rolling into his eyes. "Backup… would be nice...."

"I'll be there as soon as I can. I've got 4 of my own. Hang in there, Hawk!" The line went dead for the time being.

"I'm gonna … kill Fury…," he mumbled breathlessly as he reached the roof. He darted to the far side of the area and spun around, taking a knee and aiming his bow at the stairway he had just vacated. The sounds of the three Hydra agents sprinting up behind him were unmistakable, but he was as ready as he was going to be.

"This was supposed to be... an easy recon mission, but noooooo…. It's another... full-on assault," he continued to mumble, trying to catch his breath as the shouting on the stairs got louder.

As an extra stroke of bad luck, it was pouring rain here too. Clint flipped the water out of his eyes with a toss of his head, his hair and clothes hanging on him limply. He hadn't stopped shivering since they'd gotten off the jet. His teeth were now chattering and his fingers were blue with cold. His throat was absolutely burning now, raw and inflamed, the pain exacerbated from running. He couldn't suppress a hoarse barking cough just as the first baddie poked his head through the opening. Clint dispatched him immediately, but the two still coming up were not dissuaded.

The second goon got lucky. Clint's hand slipped on the bow a fraction, and the Hydra agent got hit in the shoulder instead of the heart. The archer knew he was in trouble now. With trembling hands, he managed to kill number three with a final arrow, but the one he had wounded, by far the biggest of them all, continued to advance menacingly.

Hand-to-hand combat was evidently imminent. On any other day Clint could have made short work of this, but this miserable, feverish cold had him operating at around fifty percent capacity and falling. Clint pulled out his knives with shaky hands and another rasping cough. When his opponent was a foot away, Clint tried to leap up to get in the first hit. Instead he slipped and staggered, and the Hydra agent's fist, with all of his weight behind it, caught him in the ribs. Clint heard a dull cracking sound as he was flooded with pain, but he couldn't pause. He spun and ducked, trying to avoid the worst of the blows while trying to get in some of his own. At least ⅓ of his opponent's swings met their target though, and in minutes Clint was battered and bruised, barely clinging to consciousness.

He knew he only had enough stamina for one more try. In a split second, while the Hydra agent was off-balance winding up for another swing, Clint leapt once more, and at last his knife met its mark.

As the baddie crumpled to the ground, so did Hawkeye, wheezing weakly, every breath agonizing. He activated his com as his vision threatened to gray out:

"Roof... clear. Good...Nat?"

"All clear down here too. Mission complete. Nice job, Hawk. Let's turn this bunker inside out and go home."

"Mmph."

"You good, Barton?" she asked, concern suddenly in her voice.

"Gonna need... medevac… Won't… make it down… stairs…."

If Natasha replied, he did not hear her. He let his head fall against the cool, wet metal and let the grayness overtake his vision.

~~~~~~~~~~

48 hours later found Clint lying on a bed in S.H.E.I.L.D. medical with broken ribs and and a confirmed case of pneumonia. He was drifting in and out of consciousness from the drugs they were giving him, but his ears perked up when he heard Natasha arguing with someone nearby.

"He's stable. Not on oxygen. Fever is controlled. He can tolerate oral meds. There's no reason he needs to stay. I promise you, he won't recover while he's here. You need to discharge him home."

The haughty-looking orderly she was speaking with huffed angrily, muttering about shortness of breath and heart rate and changing oxygen requirements.

Clint let himself drift off again to the sound of their voices, trusting his partner to deal with the situation. A cool hand on his cheek awakened him a little while later. He blearily opened his eyes to meet Natasha's, for of course it was she that had roused him.

"We're busting you out of here," she whispered with a little smile. "They're bringing a wheelchair now."

"Thangk god," Clint groaned. "And thangk *you*, 'Tash. You're a lifesaver."

"Eh, you've saved my life plenty of times too. I think we're pretty even."

It took some maneuvering to get a very breathless, battered, and achy Clint out of the bed and into the wheelchair, but they managed it with minimal damage. Once he was settled in the chair, Natasha wheeled him away to their rooms.

Inside Clint's suite, they again had to coordinate getting him from the chair to his bed. Natasha was grateful Clint's pain tolerance was high, because she knew the transfer was far rougher without the assistance of the medical staff. He didn't make a sound throughout the process however, though his face was drawn in pain. As soon as he was settled though, he let out the breath he'd been holding in a rush, which quickly became a nasty coughing fit. He had trouble catching his breath for several moments even after the fit ended. He gasped and wheezed and clutched his ribs, sweaty and reddened and miserable. Natasha could only watch helplessly, stroking his hair to try to help him relax.

"Damn Fury," he croaked weakly when he could finally speak. "This fugcking sucks. "

"Language, please. But I can't argue with you there."

"I'mb gonna kill himb for sending me od thad mission."

"I think he got his just desserts since now his best archer is out of commission for a few months. But at least it seems like the sneezy part of your cold is better."

"You h- had to s- hih- say sumbthing, dih- dn't you?" Clint croaked, gingerly bracing his ribs as his breath scissored and his red nose twitched:

"Gih'tsschh! Ghhnxt'chf! Oh Fugck. Ow! Ow ow ow...." Clint groaned, gritting his teeth, eyes squeezed shut in pain. "Not doing that again."

"Yeah, stifling is probably not wise. Poor sick guy," Natasha murmured, carding his hair with her fingers as they waited for Clint's pain to subside.

After a moment, Clint opened one eye, looking suspicious. " 'Poor sigck guy?' Who are you and what have you done with mby partner?"

Natasha smirked as she sat on the edge of his bed. "Would you prefer I call you a whiny asshole?"

"Yes. Maybe. I dunno," Clint mumbled with a weary sigh and a grimace of pain as he exhaled.

"Well too bad for you, because right now *my* partner is sick and miserable and I plan to baby him at least a little until he's feeling better."

"Guess I'mb nodt complainig," Clint mumbled, stifling a cough, which only made him clutch his ribs in pain. "Hurts whed I cough. Hurts whed I try not to cough. Fugck me."

"Language, seriously. But what can I do to help? You need water, food, drugs, anything?"

"Nodt hungry or thirsty. Too sood for drugs. I just want to sleeb, 'Tash."

"That sounds like a good plan. I'll leave you be then. But I'll be back to check on you soon." She stood up right away, fussing around and tidying up his nightstand area before moving toward the door.

" 'Tash?"

She turned expectantly.

" 'm still cold," he mumbled thickly, looking pale and weary now.

Her face softened affectionately. "Well you're still running a fever, hotshot. You're gonna feel cold."

He groaned pathetically. She moved to his side once more.

"Aww, you're shivering," she murmured, stroking his cheek.

"Told you, I'mb freezing…."

She sighed, looking at him fondly. "Is this you trying to say that you need some extra body heat in bed with you for a while?"

He looked at her pleadingly.

"Okay, okay, no more puppy eyes. I'm coming. But if you get me sick--"

"I know, I know, you'll kill mbe. I'll try ndot to share."

"That's all I ask." She kicked off her shoes and slid into bed beside him, doing her best to jostle around as little as possible. They carefully arranged themselves so that Clint was tucked against Natasha, most of his weight resting against her, while her weight was against the stack of pillows behind them. This position seemed to cause the archer the least pain, and in fact he relaxed against her right away, his breathing deepening.

" I'mb sorry I'mb so warmb. You'll probably swelter," mumbled Clint sleepily.

"It's not the first time I've slept with you when you're running a fever, and I'm sure it won't be the last. As long as you're warm enough."

"Am now," he breathed, nearly asleep.

"Then that's all that matters to me."

#sicktember2021 #sickfic #everyone is hotter with a fever #prompt 1

[toosicktoocare]

prompt:  i would literally commit a crime for a buddie sick fic in these trying times,,, i don’t even care what the specifics are just,, hngg buddie sickfic ❤️👄❤️ (big mood, anon)

(I got another anon that asked for Buck taking care of sick Eddie as well. I just lost the dang ask before I could post the fic.)

Ever since Maddie’s kidnapping, Buck cannot, for the life of him, sleep well. His subconscious is gripped in a muted fear, keeping him trapped in interrupted, light slumbers. Maddie and everyone at the 118 pester him regularly about it, giving him various options to help with sleep, but he’s afraid of the foggy mind that comes with over-the-counter medication, so he convinces himself he can run on low fumes, boosting with caffeine as needed because a tired mind is still a clear mind, albeit a little slower.

When his phone rings at 2:07 a.m., Buck jerks awake, mind previously edging the line of a dream, and he fumbles blindly for his phone, squinting at the light to see “Eddie Diaz” flashing across his screen.

His stomach bottoms out, and he presses answer and swings his legs over the bed, feeling cold with fear. “Eddie? What’s wrong?” He can hear crying on the other end, and he balances the phone between his ear and shoulder as he kicks around in the dark for his abandons shorts. “Eddie!”

“Hey, sorry. One sec.”

Eddie sounds panicked, Buck thinks, taking the steps down to the first floor two at a time. He can hear Eddie trying to reassure Christopher that everything’s going to be okay in the background, and he pauses, briefly gripped in a paralyzing fear, briefly brought back to the tsunami, to losing Christopher.

“Look, I’m sorry for calling so late. Chris has been sick since the end of my shift, and I just can’t get his fever down. With his CP... I’m taking him to the ER.”

Buck’s half out the door, shoes barely on his feet, when he realizes he’s still shirtless. He snags an LAFD zip-up off the back of a chair and stumbles back to the door, arms sliding into the jacket. “What hospital?”

“I... I didn’t even ask. You’ll come?”

“Of course I’ll come,” Buck spits out, already out the door and taking the steps out of his apartment building two at a time. “What hospital?” He repeats as he runs out of the building and all but rips his jeep door open. He nods absently when Eddie rattles off the details, mentally mapping out the quickest route.

“I’ll be there in ten.”

“Be careful.”

Buck rolls his eyes because of course Eddie is going to still worry for his well-being, and he ends the call and peels out of his parking spot.

***

“Hi,” Buck starts, breathless, heart trying to catch up to the rest of him, “my name is Evan Buckley, and I’m looking for a young kid. Christopher-”

“Buck.”

Buck whips around from the receptionist desk to see Eddie slipping out a set of large double doors, and for a moment, he doesn’t move, he only assesses. Eddie’s pale, which, Buck thinks, is to be expected if he’s been up in a near-constant state of worry after a 16-hour shift. His cheeks are red, and Buck’s quick to peg it on exertion, on Eddie racing into the hospital with Christopher, his own heart also working to match the rest of him. And, he’s shaking, and Buck knows cold nerves all too well, still feeling chilled himself.

His eyes fall to Eddie’s, and then he crosses the room to him quickly and gathers him in his arms tightly. Eddie slumps against his chest, and Buck tightens his arms around him.

“How’s Chris?”

Eddie lingers for a moment, clinging to Buck, before he pulls away with a low sigh. “He’s okay. Just a persistent virus.”

Buck nods, a frown playing at his lips. Without Eddie’s body flush against him, he feels colder than normal, and on instinct, he smooths the back of his hand to Eddie’s forehead, lingering there before moving to cup Eddie’s neck.

“You sure he’s the only one with a virus? You’re really warm.”

“I...” Eddie sighs, rubbing at the back of his neck. “I’ve been feeling a little off, but Chris...”

“Right, where is he?”

Eddie leads Buck to Christopher’s room, and as soon as he steps in, Christopher’s face lights up in such a way that Buck’s steps falter.

“Buck!”

Though sounding a little weak, the contagious energy is still centerfold, and Buck leans toward it, finding his footing and matching Christopher’s smile with his own.

“Hey, buddy! Heard you aren’t feeling so hot.” Buck eases himself onto the edge of the hospital bed, staring at Christopher’s vitals for an extended moment before turning toward him, assessing the same way he assessed Eddie.

“Yeah, I feel bad.”

A sympathetic frown pulling at his lips, Buck spares a glance to see Eddie flopping down onto a chair pulled to Christopher’s bedside. “I bet you do, but you’re going to feel better in no time. You’ve got the Diaz genes.”

“And daddy will feel better too?”

Buck finds Eddie’s eyes, and he opens his mouth to speak, stopping when Eddie shoots him a very clear look that all but screams “don’t.”

“I’m sure your dad will feel a lot better when you’re better.”

“That’s good,” Christopher mumbles, and Buck nods, patting Christopher’s leg.

***

Buck’s carefully quiet as Eddie putters around his house, watching as Eddie measures out Christopher’s medicine, as he hovers over Christopher until he falls asleep, and he only intervenes when he’s sure Eddie can breathe deeply without the fear that Christopher is going to take a turn for the worse.

“He’s finally asleep,” Eddie mutters, coughing into his fist. “All dosed up, fever’s finally down. I’ll contact his school in a few hours before my shift; see if Carla can take him for a the full day.”

“You aren’t going in.”

Eddie stops around a yawn. “What?”

“I texted Bobby. He’s pulling coverage for the next few days so you can rest.” Buck can pinpoint every emotion that flicks across Eddie’s face: confusion, frustration, exhaustion. He’s seen them all, sometimes daily.

“Buck-”

“Eddie, you have a fever. You’re exhausted, and you are only going to get worse if you go on three hours of sleep.”

“Since when did you become the responsible one?” Eddie sighs lowly, and Buck laughs, rubbing at the back of his neck.

“It’s my week to be responsible. You had it last week.”

Eddie hums around a small smile and rubs at the ache on his forehead. “I really appreciate you coming, Buck. I don’t think... I just... It was really nice to have you there.”

Buck gets to his feet, and, for the second time that night, crosses the room and pulls Eddie right to his chest, hoping that he can ease some of the worrying pressure, even if just for a moment.

Eddie snuggles into him, frowning as he thumbs Buck’s bare chest, exposed where his zipper’s slipped down a little.

“Where’s your shirt?”

“Ah, I kinda forgot one when I rushed out.” Buck smiles sheepishly when Eddie pulls back, and he cups a hand to Eddie’s cheek, too warm for his liking.

“Okay, Diaz, it’s your turn.”

“My turn for what?”

Buck snags Eddie’s hand and guides him to the bedroom, ignoring Eddie’s questions the whole way. He makes easy work of tugging Eddie’s jacket and jeans off, and he urges him into the bed in nothing but a short sleeve under shirt and boxers.

“Buck-”

Buck disappears into the bathroom, still promptly ignoring Eddie, and he comes back with a glass of water, a bottle of ibuprofen, and a thermometer.

“Buck, I’m fine.”

“Mmhmm, sure. Open.” Buck waves the thermometer in front of Eddie’s face until Eddie sighs and opens his mouth wide enough for Buck to slip the thermometer under his tongue. While waiting, he presses two fingers to Eddie’s neck, counting the flutter of heartbeats beneath his finger prints until the thermometer beeps.

“101.7,” Buck reads aloud, frowning. “Heartbeat’s a little fast. Any other symptoms?”

Eddie gives him a knowing look, but Buck doesn’t back down, matching Eddie’s narrow gaze until Eddie caves.

“My head and throat hurt. I’m freezing, and I’m tired.”

Nodding, Buck tugs at the blankets until they are covering Eddie up to his chest. He shakes a couple of pills into his hand, offering them to Eddie with the water.

“Seems like you definitely got Christopher’s virus.”

“Perks of parenting,” Eddie mutters around a wince, the pills grating against his throat. He hands off the cup, sighing contentedly when Buck smooths a cool palm to his forehead.

“You should save yourself. This thing apparently moves fast.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

Eddie grabs Buck’s wrist and pulls his hand away, a tight frown on his lips.

“Buck, you have a shift in a few hours. You need-”

“Bobby took me off the schedule, too. At least for today. I’ve been instructed to call him later to update him on how you and Christopher are.”

“And you agreed?”

“Someone has to make sure you and Chris are okay,” Buck says as if it’s the most obvious thing and the world and equally the easiest decision he’s ever made, and Eddie shakes his head.

“No, Buck, you really don’t have to... What are you doing?”

Buck’s just kicked his shorts off across the room, and he’s setting an alarm on his phone as he crawls into the empty side of the bed.

“Okay, I’ve got an alarm set for 6 to check Christopher’s temperature, and I’ll wake you at 7 to check you over.”

“Buck-”

Ignoring Eddie, Buck drops his phone on the night stand and cuts out the light, snuggling into the bed with a low sigh.

“Evan.”

“Shh,” Buck shushes, patting blindly until his palm cups over Eddie’s mouth. “I’m sleeping.”

“You’ll get sick.” Eddie mumbles, slapping Buck’s hand away. 

“Okay? I don’t know if you remember, but I got a clean bill of health from the hospital, so bring it.”

“You’re so dumb,” Eddie sighs, and Buck laughs, blindly reaching around to pat Eddie’s too-warm cheek.

“Sleep, loser.”

#9-1-1 #9 1 1 #9 1 1 fox #9-1-1 fox #Buddie #evan buckley #Eddie Diaz #sickfic #fanfic #prompt #my writing #my 911 writing #christopher diaz

[peakywitch]

Little Hands - Michael Gray

PART TWO

MASTERLIST

word count: 2k

warnings: none (i think this one has angst?)

gif: @oberelias

It had been a year since Henry had told Y/N that he loved her.

It had been a year since they had kissed for the first time.

But a week had passed since his disappearance.

"He left." said Rosemary, her mother “And I don't know if he will come back, Y/N. I'm sorry, but I only know he's in Birmingham…” she sobbed “In a town called Small Heath.”

Y/N knew Henry would be back.

So every night during the rainy month of November she waited for him. In the afternoons she was with Rosemary, trying to calm the sadness of his mother and his little brother. At night she would stay up late, looking out the window of her room with cup of tea in her hand, waiting to see her boyfriend return from another town. To which, he had left without giving explanations. He disappeared in the middle of the night, leaving a simple note:

“I went to Small Heath. -Henry"

No goodbye, no explanation.

In the morning, Y/N woke up before the rooster from the neighboring farm. And by the time the rooster crowed, the tea was already poured into two cups. One for her, one for him.

 Meanwhile, Y/N did not lose hope. Henry wasn't like that, he was coming back. She was sure.

When the thirty days of her departure were marked on the calendar, Y/N had her birthday. She turned 17 on a beautiful sunny afternoon, it was the only day in November without rain or clouds. Her family, the Johnsons, and some of her friends filled her with happiness when they gave her a new dress. They had all collaborated. Y/N was the soul of the town, always giving smiles and taking care of flowers. So her relatives wanted to give her back a bit of that happiness.

The day was beautiful, laughter, cake, some flowers and the dress.

But when the day was done and her parents fell asleep, Y/N waited by the fire, with a slice of the cake for Henry. She had saved the center, the sweetest piece. Wrapped in a blanket, the fire burned in her eyes, as tears fell and she realized the truth: Henry would not return again. He was not there for her birthday, he would not return again.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that the fire was dying; giving her to understand that she had to go to bed. With rage in her soul, she threw the slice of cake into the fire.

“Burn in fucking hell, Henry Johnson. Burn for breaking my heart.”

When the calendar marked ‪January 16‬, Y/N opened her eyes, feeling worse than ever.

After a sleepless night from throwing up, her body was taking its toll.

"Honey?" her dad asked, knocking on her door "It's late, are you okay?" He was still behind the door.

"No." His daughter whispered, it hurted her to breathe.

"Eve!" the alarmed cry of her father was heard, calling for her mother "You have to come, Y/N is feeling bad!"

There was agitated little chatter, and then her mom peeked through the slot left by the open door.

"Sun? Are you okay, love?" Her mom asked curious and concerned.

"No..." Y/N cried.

Her parents entered the room, after asking permission. Her mother sat next to her, touching her forehead, and her father stood in the doorway, nervous.

“You don't have a fever, darling. What do you feel? What’s hurting? "

Y/N recounted the horrible night she had just had, her pains and asked if she was dying, worried.

"Will, would you leave us alone, please?" asked her mother.

He left the room, leaving his daughter and his wife together.

"Y/N, did you sleep with Henry?" her mother asked, concerned.

"No!" she blurted out nervously.

Yes. But she was afraid of punishment.

“Y/N, you don't have to be afraid. It is something natural and normal, as long as you wanted and he did not forced you, your father and I will be fine. "

Y/N sighed.

"Yes."

"When was the first time?" her mother was a teacher, but sometimes, if she tried hard, she could guess things just by looking at a person. She was trying now.

"I don't know..." she thought "A year or so ago."

"And when was the last time?" she asked.

“A few months ago, Mom. Before…” she couldn't finish the sentence. First it was out of sadness, but she realized it was out of fear.

His mother closed her eyes and exhaled.

Shit.

It was ‪January the 18‬, and it was ten in the morning.

Y/N was standing in front of the Small Heath Police Station.

She was showing off her new dress, as she hadn't had a chance to leave her small town.

She took a deep breath and coughed a little as she exhaled. The smoke was disgustingly heavy. She entered the station and found only one man, asleep. Well, apparently it was a quiet city if a policeman was sleeping.

What I do? Do I wake him up? Do I let him sleep?

Among so many doubts, a robust man with a gray mustache appeared.

"Are you lost, miss?" the lord spoke, presenting a strong Irish accent.

"Oh, excuse me, I..." Y/N whispered, doubtful and nervous.

"Let me introduce myself, I'm Inspector Campbell…and you are?" smiled the man.

"My name is Y/N, Inspector." She smiled.

"Well, Miss Y/N, what is a young lady like you doing at the police station in such a dark area?"

"Do you know Henry Johnson?" she blurted out, no introduction.

"Henry Johnson..."

"Yeah… um… He has dark blue eyes, a freckled nose, brown hair…" she tried to describe Henry.

"Does he have a mole on his forehead?" asked the inspector.

"Yes!" Y/N smiled excitedly. Then sadness washed over her: she had slowly forgotten how to describe Henry.

The inspector laughed.

"Don't you mean Michael Gray?" he asked.

"Pardon?" she asked, oblivious to the name.

"Watery Lane, house number 65." He said, while he wrote the address on a small piece of paper.

After a thank you and a goodbye, she heard the man scream:

"Stay away from the Shelbys, princess!"

 Y/N walked aimlessly for a few minutes, passing houses, horses, and drunken men in the street. Watery Lane seemed never to appear. And she was getting tired.

It was official, after wandering for ten minutes, she was lost. Her feet ached and she felt like she would never find Henry. Y/N looked around, she was in the middle of the street trying to get help. At the end of the street, there was a bar: "The Garrison" read the sign. Being eleven in the morning, how many people would be inside? Sure was closed. But she would loose nothing if she tried. Determined, she walked over to that dark bar and knocked on the door. She waited a few moments, since she did not want to annoy by entering as if it were her home. A tall man opened the door for her.

“Did you knock on the bar door, love?" asked the man, with curiosity and amusement in his voice. Y/N looked him quickly up and down, it was the bartender.

"Yes, I didn't mean to disturb, sir..." Y/N smiled, making the bartender laugh.

"Do not worry, love. Need help? I'm sure you're lost "

"Am I so obvious?" she asked embarrassed, the bartender laughed “Actually, I do need help. Where is...” she looked at the paper the Inspector gave her "Watery Lane? "

“You're on Watery Lane, miss. What number do you have written there? "

"Sixty..." she looked at the paper to corroborate "sixty five"

"Oh." The man became uncomfortable, shifting his weight from one leg to the other. His voice cleared "It's at the end of the block, on the right side, has the number on the door."

"Thank you, Sir." She smiled.

“Harry, miss. Harry." Smiled.

They said goodbye, and Y/N went to Henry's house. In a minute, she reached the black door, which featured two clean numbers. The knot in Y/N's stomach intensified, she was afraid. Because she knew the two results of this visit: either Henry stayed with her, or he left her alone. Again.

Determined but scared, she knocked on the door. Stepped back and waited a few seconds.

“Well, well, well..." smiled a boy "Did all my wishes come true?" the stranger's flirtation made her uncomfortable.

"Excuse me, is Henry Johnson here?" she asked, exasperated and almost hopeless.

"Oi, Michael, a damsel in distress is waiting for you." the boy yelled, without taking his eyes off the girl.

There was that name again. Michael. Y/N had too many questions.

"John, fuck off. I don't have any..."Henry appeared, pulling “John” out of his place at the door "Y/N...”

Henry paled, and Y/N looked closely at what he was wearing.

He had a perfectly pressed white shirt, a blue tie and a vest that matched his pants.

Henry closed the door behind him, leaving the house.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

Was it disdain and disgust, what Y/N perceived in that question? No, impossible. It was Henry.

"Why did you left?" she answered with a question.

"I asked you first."

"Has your question been in your head for months?" Y/N asked angrily.

"No but..."

“You left us. All of us." Y/N spat with pain "Your mother cried every day, your brother...Henry, your brother...!"

"My name is not Henry, Y/N!" he yelled out of the blue.

“My name is not Henry, she is not my mother and he is not my brother. My name is Michael Gray, my mother's name is Polly and I have a sister who died in Australia. I...”he tried to continue to expand angrily, but Y/N cut him off.

“You, fucking idiot, you had a girlfriend. A girlfriend who waited for you every night with your favorite tea, waited for you every morning with fresh toasts and all afternoon hugging your crying mother. I waited for you until my birthday. I had saved you cake, your favorite part. I went to bed at three in the morning and got up at five everyday, so I could be attentive in case you arrived. But you never came, Henry."

"I am Michael!" he screamed, his voice raised with every letter he said.

"I'm talking to who my boyfriend was!" Y/N yelled in response “I don't know who the fuck is Michael Gray. But I know that Henry Johnson left me alone, and that he got pregnant. So I'm talking to Henry Johnson, not Michael Gray."

Michael clenched his jaw, and Y/N wiped away his tears with his shaking hand.

"What?" Michael asked.

"Four months. I thought you should know, Henry...Michael...whoever the fuck you are."

Adrenaline rushed through Michael's body, everything was shaking. Y/N saw in her boyfriend's eyes how he didn't know what to say or what to do.

"Get rid of him." he said.

"What?" Y/N asked, flustered.

“I won't be with you, get rid of him. It would be easier."

Nausea invaded the girl's body, making her dizzy.

“Everything is so easy for you. If you don't want something, you run away, right?" she laughed sourly, through tears of hatred.

They were both silent.

"Why did you left without saying goodbye? Or a letter...Michael.” the name escaped the girl's lips nervously.

"I didn't want to hurt you..."

Y/N laughed. While Michael was being honest, she couldn't help but get even angrier.

“So you decided to disappear. Disappear from the life of a seven-year-old who sleeps in one of your sweaters so he can stop crying to you. Disappear from the lives of your adoptive parents, regardless of all the effort they put into raising you. Disappear from my life, the person who loves you. Like nothing in the world."

"Y/N..." Michael began.

"No, you don't get to say anything. Because there is nothing to say anymore. Except I'm sorry, but you're not sorry. Everything is perfect now for you. Look at you." She smiled wistfully “You have the perfect outfit that you always wanted, so I imagine you have a job. And a good one, as you always dreamed of. "

"But you..." he began.

“But I” Y/N interrupted again “But I'm going to have a child of yours. As we always dream." Y/N laughed “I dreamed, actually. Because you had other dreams."

And just like that, she began to walk away.

"No, Y/N, wait..." Michael yelled, starting to run towards her.

“I already waited too long for you. I won’t wait for you anymore, never again.” she sentenced, without looking at him as she continued walking.

Michael's chest sagged as he watched her walk away. He entered his house again, with a heavy heart.

"Michael" said Tommy, Michael looked at him heavily "A word?"

Both men locked themselves in the major's office, Tommy stood still and Michael sat in one of the chairs.

“Arthur had a girlfriend, before he went to war. The day before...” said Tommy, lighting a cigarette" The day before our departure, they fought. Shit, it was hell for him. They were so, so angry about something that I can no longer remember, that he went to France without saying goodbye. You know how much of an arsehole he can be." Tommy was going through a drawer, took out a sepia photo.

"She died within two weeks of smallpox, he never forgave himself." Tommy handed him the photo as he sat down in his chair across from Michael.

“We kill men, bad men. Hell, we even torture some. But we never break women's hearts, Michael. Because it is dying in life. So bloody go, and fix all the shit you've done." Tommy said, with an angry tone in his voice, but still not yelling.

"She won't even want to think of me, she'll kill me with her little hands..." Michael smiled sadly, remembering how Y/N's hands looked like baby hands compared to his.

“If she kills you, she will bring you back. Or have you not heard how she waited for you? Go, bloody idiot. Go and don't come back until you come back with her smiling and on your arm.”

PART TWO

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