#between helping her out with comfort and recovery as much as i can

[mothhball]

omg drabble request for jonathan crane pls 🤭🤭 reader is sick and he takes care of her because he’s a doctorrrrr and he’s all doting and loving with her at home pls !!!

Those Little Things

Pairing | Jonathan Crane x Reader

Warnings | none. This is just pure fluff. Jonathan is still sassy because it’s him.

Summary | Feeling under the weather? Luckily, you’re in the hands of a doctor.

Words | 1k

Notes | thanks so much for the request!! <3

It started off deceptively slow. A soreness in your throat that you tried to explain away by having slept with an open mouth. An ache in your bones that must've been because you ran to catch the subway a few too many times. A fatigue that... just comes from living in Gotham in general, you suppose. But with each passing day, those little symptoms seem to multiply, and unbeknownst to you, someone has been keeping track. When you finally start to sniffle, that someone has enough.

Jonathan sets down the book he's been reading, fixing you with a worried yet annoyed frown from his side of the couch that makes you feel like a deer in the headlights. A deer with a stuffy nose, that is.

"You're infuriating," he states, placing a bookmark between the pages of his literature so he can fold his arms over his chest.

"Huh?" you rasp, trying to swallow the feeling of sandpaper in your throat. God, you even sound sick. Your boyfriend narrows his eyes at you, tapping his fingers on his arm in an unhappy little rhythm.

"Alright, enough of this. You're going to bed," he declares, not leaving any room for debate. With a gentle touch, he pulls you off of the couch and up to your feet, pausing to check your temperature with the back of his hand. His frown deepens.

"You're hot."

"Now isn't the time to flirt, Jon." You chuckle, cringing at the rough sound.

"Not like - ugh. You're impossible." Jonathan tries to fight against the smile that pulls at the corners of his lips, but it's a futile effort, and you both share a chuckle as he maneuvers you into the bedroom. His hand on the small of your back is warm, and you lean your head on his shoulder for comfort. The slowly rising fever makes you shiver, and if you had your way, you'd turn up the heater to the highest setting. But Jonathan has different plans.

"We need to lower your temperature, love," he says, helping you to sit down on the bed. "Get under the covers, I'll open the window."

You barely have time to shield yourself with the blanket before the cool, fresh air wafts into the room, accompanied by the smell of petrichor and the ever-present sounds of the rainy city. Jonathan stays next to the window for a moment, peering outside. You have the privilege of living in the universe district - a leftover perk from his days as a professor. But more importantly: where there are students, there are conveniently placed stores. With conveniently placed items that might aid your recovery.

Jonathan turns, and his lips part to say something when he stops himself at the sight of you. You're completely wrapped in the down comforter, covered right up to the tip of your nose. There’s something so precious to this moment. You definitely look sick, yes. But it’s you. The person he treasures, completely authentic and real. If he wasn't already whipped for you, he'd be now.

"Someone's getting comfortable," he teases, and steps over to your side of the bed to sit down on the mattress. Jonathan's eyes soften, and he gently pushes some hair out of your forehead.

"I'll go out to get a few things, okay? I won't be long, I promise. Just try to rest until then."

You nod in response, already feeling how heavy your eyelids have become. Your boyfriend caresses your cheek with his knuckles before he forces himself to stand. If he could, he'd jump right into bed with you, but that wouldn't be helpful for your recovery. No, he has to be the analytical one right now. And as much as he hates to see you under the weather, he enjoys the chance to fuss over you in his own way.

You don't even know how long he's been gone, but you awake to the sound of the window being closed and the crinkling of plastic bags. Multiple plastic bags. It takes a moment until you're able to crack your eyes open, but you're rewarded with the sight of Jonathan loading up your bedside table with various items.

"Okay, let's see," he starts, vaguely reminding you of a coach before the big game. You watch in silent awe as he unpacks the bags, revealing the items he got for you one by one.

"Take some ibuprofen first. I also got you those tissues with the eucalyptus balm to clear your sinuses a little faster. You said your nose doesn't get as raw from that brand, right?"

"Yeah." A smile grows on your face, and as you try to sit up, Jonathan momentarily pauses his unpacking to help you before he gets right back to it.

"Perfect. I also got you some chicken noodle soup from that Vietnamese place you like. I wish I could cook that up from scratch, but you'd still like theirs better, so why even compete."

He carefully places the container of soup in your lap along with a spoon, and the warm, comforting smell of Pho hits you right in the face as soon as you open the lid. Jonathan went all out, and when you look up at him, you find him staring back expectantly.

"Thank you, Jon. Truly. You're so sweet..." He waves off your gratitude, carefully sitting down next to you.

"No need to thank me," is what he says, but you can see how his eyes light up. A task well done. He scoots a little closer to press a tender kiss to your brow. "But you should've told me sooner," he scolds, making your cheeks turn a little pink.

"You have a lot on your plate already. I didn't want to add to it," you murmur, looking down at the soup in your lap with hungry eyes.

"Oh, I'll gladly add you to my plate any day, love. And you should trust me a little more to take care of you. I'm a doctor." He reaches out to take the plastic cover off of your spoon.

"Yeah, but only of psychology, Jon." His eyebrows raise for a moment and his hands freeze, but then he spots that tiny upwards twitch of your lips that shows him you're just teasing him. Oh, you’re infuriating. And it’s the best thing in the world.

"... I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

tags: @ellebelleshelby @cilliansprincess @mcumorningstar @x0xomady @mandies24 @detroitbecomevenom @pretty-bluebird @ink5ouls (couldn't tag) @flwrs4aust @vampmary1411 @ashdrinksoatmilk @luvizuku @nnattu @ptolemaniac @kiss-me-cill-me @celebrities-imagines @hanawrites404

#jonathan crane x reader #cillian murphy x reader #jonathan crane #.moth writes

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 Part 4

Jungkook wants to create a home for you- not knowing that that's already what he is to you.

Tags/Warnings: Non-Idol Jungkook, Dog Hybrid!Reader, former criminal!Jungkook, mentions of past neglect/abuse, reader has some pretty bad psychological problems (OCD, Anxiety, Selective mutism, hints at an eating disorder), hypersomnia, road to recovery, hurt and lots of comfort, angst, Jungkook has some problems with aggression and swears a lot, more TBA in future chapters

Length: 1.2k Words

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Jungkook is wary as he walks into the rather.. unique building, old school reformed into what looks like a daycare for hybrids of different ages it appears like.

Some rooms are furnished, others are clearly meant for younger hybrids, and he even walks past a room that’s only filled with pillows and blankets and stuffed animals of all sizes, flooring entirely made up of mattresses. Overall, this is not what he thought the correctional facility would look like- as the man with the cat eyes approaches him, soft smile on his otherwise rather stoic face. “I’m happy you decided to come by so soon.” He tells him, black cat ears moving a little between his equally dark long hair. “Min Yoongi. I assume this bag is for her?” He asks, and Jungkook nods, still not quite understanding.

This man is a hybrid himself. And yet he’s clearly wearing a staff-badge on his casual clothing.

“I’ll explain some of the structure to you while I’ll let staff look through the things- just for protocol.” He tells him, giving the bag to an elderly woman who takes it, after Yoongi writes your tag number on a plastic card and attaches it to the black sportsbag Jungkook brought with him.

“They’re currently having lunch together.” Yoongi says, as he walks down a hall with Jungkook right behind him. “But she’s not very social- and she seems to be wary of most foods, so she eats by herself with the help of staff.” The cat hybrid hums. “We don’t know much about her, only have her paperwork- but we usually like to paint the picture ourselves.”

“Did she... eat well here?” Jungkook asks, hands in his pockets.

“So-so.” Yoongi admits. “The seperation from you clearly made her shrink back into her shell quite a bit. She refused to come out of a corner in her room for hours after she arrived.” He explains, and Jungkook frowns.

“She likes.. Mild cheeses. Like, the animal shaped kind you can get at the supermarket.” Jungkook mumbles. “And simple stuff. Like chicken soup. Or you know.. Anything I eat, really.”

Yoongi chuckles. “You eat animal shaped cheese?”

“Shut up.” Jungkook snaps a little bashfully, when Yoongi opens a door.

“This is her room. Temporary, of course.” Yoongi explains as they both walk in. “See, here’s how it’s going to go down.” Yoongi offers, sitting down on a chair in one corner of the tiny room, while Jungkook awkwardly stands in front of your bed. “I know who you are, and what you’ve done. Your situation isn’t ideal to say the least.” The worker tells him. “But- I filed in for mutual rehabilitation. And the court agreed.”

“Mutual.. Rehabilitation?” Jungkook repeats, unsure. “What does that mean?”

“Exactly what you think it does.” Yoongi shrugs. “You told the janitor back at the carecenter that you’d take on a job if she was to live with you?”

Jungkook fidgets a little, shrugs, as he looks down at his shoes. “Yeah. Maybe at a grocery store. Night shift, or something. So she’s asleep when I’m gone, and.. Won't miss me or something.” He explains.

“Do you have room for her at your apartment?” Yoongi continues to question.

“She could have my bedroom.” He shrugs again. "I could just sleep on the pull out couch in the living room, no big deal-” He tells the hybrid, who chuckles.

“What about food? Do you know what a hybrid needs?” He wonders, leaning back a little with crossed arms.

“I know that she needs supplements? Like, I looked up some, and there’s like.. Little packets? That you can mix with water and it apparently tastes like fruit or something.” Jungkook explains. “and there’s other stuff you can use in meals that don’t taste like anything.”

“You've done research?” Yoongi smiles. “Even though you were so sure you’d never get to adopt her?”

“I.. Was thinking that maybe a friend of mine could. Instead of me.” He explains, carefully sitting on the very edge of the bed. “And he’s never owned a hybrid before so I wanted to make sure I.. could like, give him advice if needed.”

“Well, it might not be so impossible for you to take her in after all.” The cat hybrid jokes. “I’d say, after you go home today, clean up back there. Get stuff ready. They’ll send someone to check your home in a week or so, just to make sure. It’ll be random. Just so you can’t prepare.” He informs Jungkook, who nods, suddenly determined.

If there’s a chance at getting both his freedom, and you at the same time- then he’ll take it.

“Then, you’ll get three weeks trial.” He explains further. “If there’s no hiccups during that time- meaning she runs off, gets hurt due to negligence, or otherwise has complaints- you'll sign a permanent housing contract.” Yoongi tells him.

“Housing?” He asks, confused.

“We.. Don't like to call it ‘ownership’. A little outdated, don’t you think? She’s not a pet after all. Neither am I.” He jokes, grinning a little.

“...true.” Jungkook mumbles, when a woman is heard laughing.

“Hey, careful, you’re gonna trip sweetheart!” She calls out with a clear smile in her tone, when the door suddenly swings open, revealing you- wide eyed, tail wagging fast, instantly tearing up as you spot Jungkook on the bed.

You can’t help it.

You basically tackle the young man, making everyone laugh at how he desperately attempts to not have you fall off the corner of the bed with him together, though you miserably fail at that, ending up on the floor where you squeeze yourself as closely to him as you can, now on his lap.

“I hope they set out an extra plate?” Yoongi asks the elderly woman who laughs.

“Oh, they did!” She laughs.

And indeed, they did.

Though, technically, they did not need an extra chair, as you’re still sitting on his lap at the lunch table, most hybrids already finished and washing their dishes- some with help, others by themselves. You’re happily eating your soup now that you’ve seen Jungkook eat it too- seemingly taking his actions as a sign that whatever you’re eating right now is safe.

“Are they being nice to you?” Jungkook asks you as you finish your bowl of soup, making you nod, before you press yourself back into him. “Yoongi said I can visit you every day if you want.” He offers, and at that, he can feel your tail wag against his thigh. “Though I gotta get your room ready back at my place.”

You look over your shoulder at him in surprise, and he can’t help but laugh.

“What, did you think you’re gonna stay here?” He asks, and you just shrug. “Nah.” He shakes his head, before he smiles.

“You got somewhere to call ‘home’ soon.”

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagine #hybrid imagine #bts jungkook imagine #jungkook x reader #bts jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook imagines #jungkook imagines #jeon jungkook fanfic #bts jeon jungkook imagine

[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 𝗗𝗜𝗘𝗗 - part three max verstappen x girlfriend! driver! reader (angst+smut ) “. . . the universe might hate you after all. after a week of rest and recovery with max, you get bad news before your race.”

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"S-slower." You whimpered in between hungry kisses. Your body was at its limits, pressed up face against the shower walls with max's chest tight on your back. The cool water was falling on you, doing nothing to help with the with the burning feeling you felt.

"Max, please." You whined reaching up to hold his hand that was resting against the wall. "I can't. 'S too much." "You've taken me before, liefje. You can do it again." Max said in your ear huskily. He took your hand without hesitation.

His free hand turned your head back to face him, pulling you in a passionate kiss. Bouncing with each thrust, you felt like you were going to be ripped apart, like you were set on fire. You were getting closer and max could feel it, turning you around so your back was on the wall and your chests pressing on each other.

The blond continued to attack your lips, holding you up by your thighs. You did the only thing you could, gripping onto his back and shoulders with your legs wrapped around his abdomen. "Ik hou van jou." Max whispered in your ear, looking at you as you panted on his chest, a moaning and squirming mess.

You had no idea what that meant and were too out of it to realize. You were crashing, scratching into your boyfriend's back as he fucked you through your orgasm, slowing down as you relaxed in his arms. It made his heart melt feeling you melt into him, making him repeat the phrase again. "ik hou van jou."

Max felt incomplete when he pulled out, he couldn't have enough of you. Gently setting you down on your knees and hands, taking you doggy style. "Max, I can't go again." You pleaded, reaching back and trying to push on his chest weakly. "Schatje, please. I'm almost there."

How could you say no to him, he's made you cum three times already prior to the last one. "Just not inside." You stuttered whimpering, too overstimulated. Tears welled in your eyes as you did your best to stay still for him. "Brave meid." [good girl] he praised kissing the spot behind your neck.

You leaned into his touch, turning a little to face him while you cupped his cheek. He pressed his nose into your cheek closing his eyes, concentrating on you and only you. He pulled out, cumming after a few strokes with a grunt.

Your boyfriend caught you by your stomach before you would lose all your strength and fall. Pulling you on his lap, he leaned your head against his chest as he pressed kisses along your jaw and neck. Close to passing out, you held Max's hand. "Thank you." He whispered in your ear kissing the back of your hand.

He loved this side of you, one where the media and the sports world were forgotten. All the tough races and unlikable moments, gone. Where it was just you, his girlfriend. Letting her guard down around her boyfriend. He also loved that he was able to get you to relax a bit, you deserved it.

Max gently washed your hair, earning a hum from you as he gently cleaned your body. Once you were both clean and dry, you were back on your shared bed ( one that you had moved to sleep in recently ) cuddled up against max's taller figure. "Why do you think ladybugs are called ladybugs?" You asked out of no where making max chuckle pressing a long soft kiss to your cheek. "And do you think there are gentlemen bugs? Would they be black and white?" You continued to ask, starting a comfortable conversation with your lover, sharing a few well earned laughs.

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"Hey, dad. Where's mama?" You asked your father once you saw him. "Forget about the old hag, she's getting her son." He answered, starting to make his way to the paddock. You pursed your lips watching him go.

"Not even a 'Hello, daughter. How are you'." You mumbled in annoyance, starting to follow him. "I heard that." He warned, making you zip your mouth.

"What position are you aiming for today?" "Minimum P1. Hopefully Max stays out of the way and isn't too much of a hassle." You joked feeling way lighter. "No way, P1's mine." You heard Max say as he passed by you. You turned around to look at him, a soft smile on your face. "I called dibs already, he's going to have to give in." You told the reporter waving Max off.

The paddock could feel the lift in your moon, although you weren't completely back to the ball of sunshine you used to be as a rookie, you were almost half way there, spending a week with Max did you good ( no you two weren't fucking the whole time he took you out surfing and to get cupcakes ).

"You look awfully happy, is the accident not relative?" What the- You were shocked hearing those words, so early into the new interview as well. "Excuse me? What accident?" You frowned at the man, anger and confusion clear in your tone. 'am i not allowed to be happy anymore?' was what you thought.

"Your mo-" "Thank you, but we have to go." Your PR manager excused pulling you out of the interview pen. "What happened? What accident?" You asked her once you got out of earshot. "It's nothing, they are just trying to get in your head. Don't listen to them."

You brushed it off walking with her to your garage. It was only 10 minutes before the race did you go through the messages on your phone while sitting in the car. 'Your mother passed.' The message read. You understood what that meant, and it felt heart wrenching.

You tried several times to get out of the car, but the only person holding you in was yourself. You felt numb. Watching the lights flicker red one by one, your breath was heavy and you could hear your heart beat in your ears, taking one last blink before the race.

When you opened your eyes you were parked in front of the P1 spot, your team cheering in front of you. What happened? Was the race over already? "Hey! You okay?" Someone patted your shoulder, shouting so you can hear him through your helmet. "Yes." You lied, stuttering over your words.

You don't remember any detail from the race, not the battle for p2 nor p1, not the pitstop nor driving in the rain. It seems you were sitting in the car for too long because Charles in P3 was delivering his short interview. Fumbling with the seat belt and the steering wheel, you hopped out shakily, weakly. You weren't able to support your weight falling onto your knees, putting your head on the ground as you sobbed.

You felt more heartbroken than any of your losses or incidents. Stumbling to your feet, you walked shakily to your team who hugged you patting your back and helmet gently. You were pulled away from them shortly for the interview. Your figure was on the big screen, a camera following you as you took your helmet and balaclava off.

"That was an aggressive race today. But you made it to P1, congratulations." The interviewer asked, trying to lighten up the mood. "I honestly don't remember anything at all. I must have blacked out." You stuttered over your letter and words, you looked like a mess, trying to hold in a sob. Tears trickling down your eyes like waterfalls. Your face was flushed and nose red.

"Really?" "Yeah." "You had an amazing battle with Sainz, Leclerc, and Max. You were leading the race 32 seconds ahead of everyone, and were quite a bit aggressive." "Yeah?" You breathed out nodding, not really listening.

Once you stepped into the cool down room, you broke down, crying like an idiot. Max was quick to reach seeing you reaching for him, getting off the chair and crushing you in his arms. You gripped the fabric on his back, sobbing into his chest while he held the back of your head.

The camera in the room was of course capturing everything, but that was a problem to deal with for later. He leaned his forehead against yours. He only just found out about the news a few minutes ago after the race and heard about your blackout through the speakers.

Max understood why you had such an aggressive behaviour now. And he forgave you before you apologized.

Once it was time for the podium you found yourself crying half way through your anthem. The crying wasn't stopping, not even so you could receive your trophy and medal in peace. You kissed the trophy and put it to your forehead, dedicating this to your mother who helped you reach your dream.

You found yourself hugging Max again. The man patting your back as he took both champagne bottles and walked off stage with you. News about you two dating was going to be out any second now.

You were soon sitting on his lap hugging him in the red bull garage. You were a contrast to the navy, yellow and orange theme in your red, black and gold suit (which max told you he found you attractive in previously ). "You hungry?" He asked, you only shook your head in return knowing you wouldn't be able to keep it down.

Max was passed a water bottle. He was kind enough to open the flask before handing it to you. You had to force yourself to take several gulps before giving it back. "You had me worried." You looked back, seeing your dad.

He took a seat beside Max, pulling you into his lap and giving you one of his rare hugs which made you even more emotional. "She would be so proud of you. You've come so far and she wouldn't want anything more than that."

"I'm sure she's cheering on heaven right now because that was a very good overtake in lap 46." Max complemented taking your hand and kissing the back of it, trying to make you feel better. You smiled at your boyfriend, feeling just a bit better. Your mom would've loved that overtake.

"Hands off my daughter, Verstappen." Your father scoffed, pulling your further from your lover." You only chuckled as Max put his hands up in surrender, looking at you with love in his eyes.

"Go do something worthwhile that is not my daughter." Your dad shooed making Max groan and stand up. "It's my garage." He mumbled as he waked away.

"Your mother and I love you so much." Your dad's voice echoed through your ears as you walked outside of the paddock, holding the back of Max's shirt so you don't lose him through the crowd that was following you two concerning the topic of your relationship.

No one would've thought that you two would be together since your families have a history of rivalry. Your dad and jos have been battling each other since 1994 and only one out of the two drivers was able to win all the races.

You understood why they couldn't get along, and that scared you deeply.

#‧˚⊹🪴 ଓ :: 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝘀 ‧₊˚⤾ #max verstappen f1 #max verstappen #max #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen imagine #max verstappen x you #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #f1 x you #formula 1 #formula racing #mv1 #mv33 #max verstappen fanfic #mv1 x reader #mv33 x reader #mv1 fic #mv33 fic

[auroravictorium]

high infidelity (pt. 3) (k.b.)

you know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love.

Summary: kaz and the crows arrive at a safehouse after rescuing reader, where kaz is confronted by his past. reader wakes up and starts the long trek to recovery. Pairing(s): kaz x fem!reader (established relationship) Word Count: ~3.1k Warnings: brief allusions to SA (inej expressing concerns about reader), mentions of injuries (head injury, severe wound on reader's arm, bruises, scrapes, etc.), mentions of blood, lots of grappling with trauma, mentions of sibling & parent loss/death Genre: angst? a bit of fluff? Author's Note: hello hello!! i'm so sorry about my long absence. college and life happened, BUT i have a birthday in the near future (libras unite!!) so have the final part of high infidelity as a lil birthday celebration :)) pinky promise next part is already in the works and it should be a lot less heavy!! enjoy <33

part one / part two / masterlist

Kaz gently pulled you back into his arms as Jesper navigated the exhausted horses toward a small, two-story farmhouse tucked away in a remote field a few miles from Lij. In the distance, a few farmhouses stood like faint silhouettes against the night sky. Beyond that, nothing for miles. The perfect place to hide, heal, and plot before their return to Ketterdam.

The air was clean, untainted by manufacturing smoke, and stars glittered above Kaz as he carefully stepped out of the carriage with you in his arms. He thought hard about the stars as he approached the porch of his childhood home; he thought about how much you would love them when you awoke and how your eyes might look as they caught their distant glimmer.

It was easier to ignore the stirring ghosts of his past if he thought about his present, the future he hoped to have. That present and future rested in the sleeping woman in his arms, her head against his shoulder and her weight a strangely comforting presence against him. The comfort was foreign to him, a sensation he could distantly remember if he reached far enough through the fog that had plagued his life since Jordie died.

The stars disappeared from view as Kaz stepped under the porch awning and turned to face Inej, silent as ever behind him. "The key is under the board with a split down the middle," he said quietly, jerking his chin to the end of the porch.

"Whose house is this?" Nina questioned as she arrived, pale and exhausted from working on you for most of the ride. "And do you think they'll mind if I sleep here for an eternity?"

Kaz shot her a glare and answered neither of those questions. He didn't feel like telling any of them about whose house this was, nor about the phantoms waiting inside. He had enough to worry about without fielding their questions, and his concern rested solely with you, unconscious in his arms. "Jesper, remove the furniture covers. Inej, Nina, help get Y/N settled." His eyes flicked between the Wraith and the Heartrender, a troubled face and an exhausted one. "Then rest. All of you. Jesper, on the couch. Nina and Inej, take the large room upstairs."

He didn't plan to sleep until he was sure you wouldn't die on him. He'd had enough of death in his life.

Inej unlocked the door and pocketed the key, moving inside and holding the door out of the way for everyone to trickle inside.

The room was spotless, remarkably untouched by dust. As Jesper started to remove the cloths over the couch, table, chairs, and small kitchen surfaces, not a single speck of dirt puffed into the air. "I was expecting more... dirt," Jes admitted, wadding up the cloths and tossing them in an empty corner. "For a farmhouse."

Kaz didn't respond, turning on his heel and marching up the stairs toward the small bedroom to the right. He nudged open the door to his and Jordie's old room and held his breath as he carried you in and settled you in the made bed. If he didn't breathe, he couldn't let the past settle in his lungs and choke him.

His gaze remained solely on your face as he carefully unlaced your bloodstained, beaten boots and set them aside. But his thoughts were elsewhere, on a presence he could feel breathing down his neck. The hairs there prickled, and Kaz pursed his lips, fighting the growing tremor in his hands as he tucked the blankets around you.

Jordie was there, in that room. Present, though he'd been dead for years. His father sat on the rickety old seat beneath the window, watching Kaz brush your hair from your face before jerking his hand back. His breathing was coming fast now, and though he longed to stay with you, he had to get out. His lungs burned and ached, unable to pull in the oxygen he needed. 

Kaz had to get out of that room, escape the ghosts' eyes on him, their hands reaching toward the exposed skin of his neck, the small gap between his gloves and his sleeves that exposed his wrist. Anywhere there was skin for their cold, bloated, marred, dead hands to grab.

"I'm sorry," he breathed to you, the words barely audible. Kaz stumbled back and then fled like the coward he was. His lungs struggled to expand in his chest, his breathing shallow as he moved down the stairs and back into the living room. He walked past Jesper's unconscious, snoring form on the couch and grabbed a metal bucket from beside the back door with a trembling hand.

Coward, he thought, opening the door and stepping out into the cold winter air. It nipped at his cheeks and neck, but he didn't bother grabbing a coat. He deserved to brave the cold, to have to break the thick layer of ice in the well with his bare hands. He should be brave enough to stay with you until you woke, to hold your hand and think about everything he wanted to say. 

He could kill a man, but he couldn't stay with the woman he loved. It was a cruel trick of the universe, a flaw in the new person the harbor made. Brekker, where there should be Rietveld, two clashing sides of himself with the wrong half winning.

Broken, twisted coward. 

You deserved better than this, than him.

Kaz slammed the door shut, his breath clouding in front of him, and he limped off toward the edge of the Rietveld property to collect water.

The door rattled in the frame behind him, but Kaz paid it no mind. Inside, Jesper's snores seized for a moment before continuing, droning on alongside the eerie, anxious silence of the farmhouse and the cold, windy beginnings of snow.

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Once Kaz was back from the well, his gloves soaked and cheeks flushed from the cold, Inej took a bowl of water from the bucket and a clean rag and slipped into the room you were asleep in.

She quietly pulled the seat from under the window to the edge of the bed and got to work, carefully wiping away the blood she could see without moving your clothing. As she ran the rag down your forearm, mindful of the deep gash cutting your tattoo in half, the concern that had been heavy on her heart came bubbling to the surface. She blinked away the unexpected tears in her eyes, turning her head toward the window and staring out toward the sky as she tried to collect herself again.

Inej hoped and prayed that this was the worst of what you'd been through. She didn't want to consider the alternative where you'd experienced the same pain and horrors she had. Unwelcome hands, permanent scars on the skin and beneath it, and memories of touches that didn't belong. 

She did what she could to get as much grime from your skin without scrubbing too hard or moving your clothing, and when she was done, she watched the flakes of blood and dirt melt and turn the water reddish brown. Inej shuddered and stood, taking the bowl and leaving your room as silently and quickly as she arrived. She wordlessly moved past Kaz on the steps and through the living room and stepped outside to dump the water into a patch of brown grass.

Inej stood there long after the reddened water ran over the dead blades of grass, a glass bowl dangling from her hand and her face turned toward the night sky. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and two tears slipped down her cheeks.

Please, she thought, her lips silently forming the word. Don't let her suffer what I have.

-

You woke up as the sun started rising, a loud thud and quiet bickering startling you into consciousness. You peeled open your eyes, fighting against the weight of your eyelids, and you blinked to clear your vision. Shivering, you pushed yourself up onto your elbows and then upright.

The room was freezing, your nose and ears numb from the temperature, and you pulled your covers tightly around you. A coat laid over you, smelling of smoke and city. Kaz. As you pulled it around your shoulders, ignoring the bloodstains on the front, you turned up the collar to inhale his scent again.

As you turned your head to investigate the room around you, the world twisted, and you squeezed your eyes shut to steady yourself, your fingers curling into the silky lining of Kaz's coat. Once your head stopped spinning, you opened your eyes again. 

The room was small, sparsely furnished with only the bed, a rickety chair beside it, and a chest in the corner with a thick layer of dust on top. The wallpaper was yellowed from age, and there were rectangular outlines on the walls where paintings had once been. Once, this had been someone's home, and the thought made the hairs on the back of your neck prickle with the sense that you were intruding. Distantly, you heard a quiet conversation from below, and the voices were too soft, the background too quiet for you to be in the city somewhere. 

Where the hell am I?

You slowly swung your legs over the edge of the bed, determined to poke around further and determine where you were. Standing and pulling Kaz's coat tighter around your shoulders, you managed one step. And another. Your legs trembled and threatened to go out from under you, but you took another step. The door was almost within reach, and you stepped forward to place your hand on the doorknob.

A board creaked beneath your weight, and the voices you'd heard below went quiet.

Footsteps thundered against wood, and the floorboards creaked. The sound grew louder, and you took shaky steps back, your head already swiveling in search of a weapon. Your hand made contact with a glass of water left behind on the bench beside your bed, and you lifted it, ignoring the liquid sloshing over the rim and onto your hand. Your grip slipped slightly, but you held on.

The door screeched open, and you raised the glass as if you might throw it. Your heart raced in your ears as you took in the faces of your friends in the doorway, and it took you a moment to process that you were safe and they would not harm you. Your team. Your friends. Your family.

"Y/N," Jesper said, already stepping into the room, and you set the glass back onto the bench as he came toward you and wrapped his arms around you in a tight, bone-crushing hug. 

You let out a quiet sob as unexpected tears sprung to your eyes, and you wrapped your arms around him, too, despite the spasms of pain running up your bandaged arm and throughout your body. You hid your face in Jesper's chest, breathing in his smell of gunpowder and metal, and he held you tightly against him, swaying back and forth a bit. 

Jes pressed a teary kiss to your sweaty, bloodied hair. "Saints, Y/N," he whispered, and he didn't have to say anything else. You understood. I thought you would die, he was thinking. 

You couldn't blame him. For a while, you thought you would too.

You pulled back and looked up at him, brushing away his tears. "Stop crying," you told him, your voice raspy from emotion and disuse. "You'll make me cry too."

Jesper laughed shakily and squeezed you in a hug one more time, and then a small hand landed on his shoulder, pulling him back. Inej was there, her warm, brown eyes alight with concern. There were a million questions, a million worries there, and you knew she was terrified for you. It wasn't hard to guess what she was thinking.

"I'm okay," you said. "They didn't." 

Inej's fear deflated, and she pulled you into a hug. Her grip was gentler than Jesper's, wary of your injuries, and she pulled back to grip your shoulders. "Thank the Saints," she whispered. Her eyes brimmed with tears. "If they had..."

"They didn't," you repeated, knowing she needed to hear it. You could feel the guilt and worry weighing down on her, and you didn't want her to shoulder that. So you pulled her back into a hug, even as the world tipped under your unsteady legs.

Nina didn't say a word as she joined the embrace, wrapping one arm around Inej and the other around you, pressing her fingertips against the nape of your neck. Her touch eased some of the stiffness and the persistent throbbing there, and you sighed, your head drooping onto her shoulder as you let your friends support you for once. 

"I'll pour some hot water and grab some clean clothes," Inej whispered, withdrawing from the embrace before turning to Jesper and nodding, the two of them quietly leaving as Nina started to tend to your wounds without you having to ask.

"How bad is it?" you murmured, letting Nina carefully guide you to sit on the bed. She pulled your injured arm out before you and peered down at the bandages, and you averted your gaze so you didn't have to see the state of your tattoo. 

"It'll scar," Nina said after a few beats, gently undoing the bandages and then running her fingers over the marred flesh. The touch would have caused pain, had it not been for the soothing rush of her magic over your skin. "When we found you, you had a bad head injury. I needed to work on that first."

There was an apology in her voice, and you looked up at her, finding her already staring back at you with so much sadness in her gaze that the tears you were barely holding back almost slipped down your face. But instead of focusing on what you'd lost, you took a deep breath and forced the tiniest of smiles.

"Thank you," you said softly. 

Nina nodded and smiled back. For once, she didn't press. She didn't say what was undoubtedly on her mind, didn't ask about what had happened to you. Instead, she just silently started to work on repairing what she could of your tattoo, healing scrapes and bruises as she went.

And you let her support you as you did fall apart, her hands still tending to your skin as you turned your head into the black coat draped around your shoulders and let your tears mix with the smokey scent of Kaz and the city that lingered on the fabric.

-

The air was bitterly cold when you took your first step outside, and you breathed in as much frosty air as possible. Your lungs ached in protest, but you didn't mind. You couldn't after everything you'd been through.

Wrapping the long black coat tighter around yourself, you took slow steps toward the tall silhouette standing near the tree line. He must have heard you coming, and he turned to face you when you stopped a few feet away.

"Hi," you said, your breath clouding before you before dissipating into the dusk. You took another step toward him, then another, then another, until you stood shoulder-to-shoulder with him. Tucking your hands into the too-big pockets in the coat, you looked up at him. He was still watching you, his expression frustratingly yet understandably unreadable. "How long have you been out here?"

"I don't mind the cold," Kaz answered, his voice even raspier than usual. A typical nonanswer for Kaz, but the redness of his nose and around his eyes was anything but typical. The sight made your heart sink, and you longed to reach out to him and give him some reassurance that you were alright.

"Come inside. There's tea," you said, trying again to get him to thaw toward you. If he would say more than one sentence, you might have a better chance at finally talking with him.

"I'm alright," he said, turning back toward the tree line. His icy gaze flickered over the trees as if they were the most fascinating thing in the world, even as muddled shapes. Maybe they were when he wasn't busy looking everywhere but at you.

You were silent for a few long moments, then let out a slow sigh. "Kaz," you said softly. "Don't do that." The words tasted familiar on your tongue, like a memory shared long ago. You hoped Kaz would recognize them, would recognize what you were trying to say. He was shutting you out; at any other time, you would understand, and wouldn't push him to open up to you. 

But you needed him. Don't pull away from me, you silently pleaded, looking up at him as you waited for him to react to your words, to understand what you were asking of him.

Kaz turned to you, and you saw something sparkling in his eyes. It was the first indication of emotion he'd given you, and it was precisely what you needed: a sign that he would open up to you eventually about what was running through his mind. "Do what?" he said, the words fighting to come up past the lump in his throat, the blockage formed by everything he wanted to say to you.

"The distance." The words were breathless, and you didn't follow them up with anything. You didn't need to, because Kaz let out a shaky exhale of his own and then dropped his hand from the top of his cane to his side. Your throat felt tight with emotion as you freed your hand from your coat pocket and then slipped your hand into his, lacing your fingers with his gloved ones. The leather was cool against your skin, but Kaz's touch alone warmed you up plenty.

Kaz gave your hand the gentlest of squeezes, and you felt his gaze burning into your face. It was heavy with the weight of words unspoken, and you decided that talking could wait until it was easier for both of you to bear.

Instead, you turned your head up toward the sky, taking a futile glance around for stars just as the first snowflakes began to flutter down around you and the earth continued its unaffected rotation on its axis.

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NEW LIFEWEAVER AND SYMMETRA LORE BITS FROM "REBUILDING RUINS"

So I got my copy of Heroes Ascendant today and THERE WERE SO MANY GOOD LITTLE MOMENTS IN THIS STORY I MUST gush I MUST

So here are some new bits of Symmetra and Lifeweaver lore that we got! I bolded my personal favorite ones. 😚

(spoilers!)

Satya and Niran "grew up together" as friends, so they were friends in childhood too, not just at a teen or university age.

Apparently when Satya would get overstimulated and need recovery time, Niran would keep people away from their room and tell them she was sick so she didn't have to face anyone 😭

He also used to hang out and watch her practice her dancing for hours on end, without ever getting tired of it.

Satya considered (possibly still considers) Niran her closest friend.

Niran is late to everything (CALLED this one). He's even late for their meeting LOL

"He looked good. Satya almost wished he didn't." Bits like this are going to feed my Symweaver ass for YEARS

Satya is (still) extremely hurt by Niran leaving all those years ago, and perceives it as him having left her, not just Vishkar. She still misses him dearly, even though they've been apart for eleven years.

Speaking of which, being apart for eleven years means Niran was twenty when he left the Academy. For all you fellow fic authors out there 😊

Satya's autism is stated, full-out, no dancing around it or talking about being on "the spectrum". They flat out say "her autism" in a sentence. Cool!

One of Niran's first questions upon reconnecting with Satya is if Vishkar is mistreating her, if she needs help. Of course she denies this, but...

Niran can read Satya's emotions without her saying them, and even while thinking she's hiding them 😭 Several times throughout the story she's surprised because he cuts right through her stoic bullshit and gets right to how she feels about something.

The Architech Academy was really overwhelming for Satya, and it sounds like they made no effort to accommodate her needs. Unsurprising, considering they didn't accommodate Niran's, either.

Vishkar fiercely discouraged her from stimming, instilling in her a fear of looking "immature, or distracted, or rude, or strange".

She gave a speech at graduation, then had to spend a full week in bed afterward to recover from all the stress. And there was no Niran to guard her by then ☹

Even now, she finds many things about Vishkar overstimulating and uncomfortable, such as her uniform's fabric, and her living quarters.

Satya called Niran "Bua" way back when, possibly the first person to use the nickname for him. Partway through the story the narration (from Satya's POV) actually switches to calling him that, which is cute.

The Arcology seems to have uh, basically no real protection against attacks... Null Sector just shows up on a train and starts blasting lol. This is something I address in my fic The Light You Deserve, so it was kinda funny to see that I was right in predicting that.

She feels comfortable enough around Niran by the end to stim around him without realizing it (apparently she taps her fingers together and twirls her hands in circles, I guess kind of like flapping). She immediately stops and is embarrassed when he points it out, but Niran encourages her instead. She then uncertainly stims in front of him, growing more relaxed and confident as she lets herself do so (this had to be my favorite part of the story).

Toward the end they double down on Satya's belief that she can change Vishkar from the inside (girl....) but then at the VERY end, Niran suggests she look more into the founder of Vishkar and his ideals, and then says that "The Arcology will be delighted to have you". SHE MIGHT DEFECT TO THE ARCOLOGY IN CANON AND BE WITH NIRAN HHHHH AAAA sorry this was supposed to be an unbiased list I'm cool I'm cool

AAAAAA I'M NOT COOL I LOVE THEM SO MUCH

THIS WAS EVERYTHING I COULD HAVE WANTED IN A STORY BETWEEN THEM okay minus the random Null Sector attack tbh that was weird

Anyway the very last line says that Satya now has "whenever she needed it, a friend to return to". So they're definitely gonna interact more going forward!!

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New Parent Panic (Ari's POV)

Ari Levinson x reader--best friends-to-lovers (now engaged w/a baby)

a Bedrock and Blueprints tale (see previous or series)

Summary: Little Rachel gets sick for the first time on a day that's not-quite convenient for her parents...

Warnings for eh...self-pity? dudeliness? sorta idiot Ari but he's relatable? very very fleeting mentions of sex. Mostly this is a web of hurt/comfort, much like its counterpart perspective. WC 2.5k 😣 This got out of hand... *You'll be surprised to learn that since I posted (technically this morning), I continue to not know much about babies, so yup, it's fiction.

He felt like crud yesterday, but he never said anything.

The cast only came off of his leg three weeks ago, and between getting back to work, taking physical therapy, and having a newborn at home, Ari is run fucking ragged.

He doesn't say anything though because you are just as worn down. You're in this together. He can manage.

Despite his best efforts, he got shit sleep last night. His thigh aches when the weather is colder, and the burning strain in his atrophied muscles won't let up since he diligently repeats his PT exercises whenever he can all day long.

He has no more sick leave--or at least, it seemed useless to take it when all he had was minor chills and a headache--so he leaves in the morning for the construction site where he is grounded. Until the strength in his legs is evened out again, he'll only work on the ground, but that's not resting. He actually moves around more than if he was climbing or balancing up on unfinished floors.

Ari focuses on not limping slightly when he's home around you, but he knows you can tell his recovery isn't done yet.

So yesterday he felt pretty rough, and whatever it was ruined his sleep, but he did all he promised he would do around the house before going to work and returned right after the shift ended.

He even strategically holds the house keys so they will make zero jingling noises, in case Rachel is asleep and not to be woken.

Ari can tell immediately that his girl is, of course, not asleep at all.

"Why's she crying?" he says, changing his bearings over from an intense day of helping the rather large project crew.

"Because she hates me."

He's pretty sure that's not true so walks over, not bothering to take off his shoes, saves time if he swings by the bedroom. He can do a lot more if he removes his stiff work layers and washes some grime off. He wouldn't say no to beer either...

If he's going to do a lap around the house, he may as well grab whatever helps you.

He asks if Rachel needs medicine, but it's not been enough time for another dose.

"Hungry?" He means both the baby and you, but before he can specify, you practically bite his head off.

No, I don't think you've starved our fucking child for your amusement, but I think you might be hangry...

"Calm down," Ari tries to soothe instead. "I'm just trying to help."

It clearly doesn't come out as soothing.

"Well then fucking help me," you cry, and he can tell now that it is crying.

As soon as he's dressed down a little, he'll do anything and everything you want, but either way, he'll have to take a minute to be ready, now or later. Now just seems easier because then you can pass Rachel off to him for good.

He simply has to use the bathroom.

Turns out so do you, and you've needed to for a long time.

Ari offers to let you go first. He figures he can set her in the basinet for the whopping minute it will take him to change clothes.

You say no. You already have her.

"Fine," he sighs, beelining for the bedroom, ready to strip and flip his body like an actor offstage. "I'll be right back."

"Take. Your. Time."

Ari turns around, unamused, biting his tongue and taking a breath before, as calmly as he can possibly manage, he says, "Kid, just tell me what you want me to do, and I'll do it."

His aching body, too-cold in some spots, too-warm in others, makes him twitchy. He can't stand still and he has to take the weight off his bad leg.

You don't answer. You just walk off to the kitchen

"I swear, woman..."

Ari does everything too fast.

He knocks down a few hangers in the closet grabbing a sweatshirt from the shelf. Toiletries do a half pike in the dip of the sink when he replaces the bottle of mouthwash. He uses the last of the toilet paper rolls but is a little scared to stay any longer before relieving you.

He's about to warn you to replace it, but you're on the phone, relaying Rach's fever and very few specific symptoms beyond that, other than constant crying.

He won't interrupt you in the middle of a conversation with your back turned to him, so he decides this is his chance to get a beer out and open, within arms reach once you're done and he can take over.

The call ends.

Rachel is shrieking now, and it's difficult to hear over the wailing.

He figures you have to relay a rundown of what she's eaten and when she can have meds again, so he won't yell over the din much and asks what he needs to do.

Easy, right?

Wrong.

He barely gets the baby balanced in his arms when there's a short break in the flailing yell.

You run out. He assumes you're making a break for the bathroom, but no, you go out--like out-out--of the house. He can't move fast enough to follow, and Rachel resumes crying within seconds of the front door shutting.

Ari hasn't locked the car yet (the beep could wake a precariously sleeping kiddo so he waits to see if it's safe), so he makes it to the living room window in time to see the van shift slightly with your weight inside.

He can't see you though. You aren't in the front seats.

"Well, lil' general," he mutters to a baby that not only cannot understand him but also cannot hear him over the noise she's making, "we have our orders."

He won't take the screaming child outside; that's rude to the nice neighbors. He gathered enough info from your phone call to know Rach probably needs fed again, and by the time that's done, it'll be meds--for him and the baby. He waits to take anything for his leg until close to bed, so it's effective, maybe allowing him a few decent hours a night.

He wets a washcloth and grabs a bottle.

Ari bounces. He wiggles. He shimmies. He groans when a momentary stab of pain races up his thigh. He is so fucking sick of being in pain. He hated being trapped in bed. He hated being trapped in a cast. He hates not being at 100%. He loathes using the pain as an excuse for not doing his part at home.

So he has mentioned it as little as humanly possible.

Finally, he arranges himself on the couch with that donut pillow thing to cradle Rachel's head while she eats, and Ari slaps the cool cloth on his own forehead, leaning his neck back at an awkward angle. He doesn't really care; this is about the best he's felt all day.

He isn't sure whether he expected you to come in by now or not. He can't blame you for wanting space, just any amount of it at all really, but it's cold outside. The car won't stay comfortable for long.

Rachel has, eh, sorta stopped crying by the time the bottle is empty. She kicks her chubby legs out and stares at Ari with huge eyes, snorting with each exhale. He does the suction thingy to clear her nose, just like you taught him, and then it's Daddy-Daughter drug time.

Diaper change is next, and then because Ari happened to put on his favorite navy blue sweatshirt, he pulls out Rachel's navy blue onesie. Sue him. It's cute to match his kid.

Her big eyes get heavier and heavier, so Ari takes his chance to go check on you before Rach is even fully asleep.

He slips his shoes back on without tying them.

He's happy the first words out of your mouth once he opens the car door aren't an apology. Goodness knows when he needs a minute, he needs a minute. There's nothing wrong with that.

Ari wishes it weren't his fault though.

"Is she okay?" you ask with a watery voice.

He rubs across your back, your body curling in on itself even more. Those hard plastic, all-weather mats must be murder on your bare feet and shins.

"Took a few ounces of a bottle and went down in her bunk."

He plans the best way to lift you with his weakened stance, adjusting you like a sad rag doll before hauling you into the house.

Honestly, he's looked forward to holding you all day. He thought maybe you'd share a hug when he got home or cuddle on the couch for a bit, but none of that happened obviously.

Instead, he sinks down in the front hall, keeping you on his lap while he kicks his boots over to the mat.

He kisses your temple.

Your forehead is sweaty but chilled from outside. He has no clue if you're sick, too, but if it's whatever he had yesterday, he knows it won't last very long.

One thing he knows for sure: he had no way of knowing this was how your day went.

"How many times I gotta tell ya to call me?" he whispers. The longer his skin is pressed to yours, the more he's convinced. "You know, you're warm, too."

You ignore yourself again, asking if he took Rachel's temperature.

He cradles you while explaining what he did, squeezing you tighter once there's nothing left but to focus on you, which you do in the absolutely worst way.

"I'm a bad mom," you breathe.

"What?" He smacks his head on the wall behind him. "What are you talking about?"

Not fucking today, kid. Don't do this.

"Bullshit," he seethes, his gut knotting at the thought of you wallowing in those thoughts, alone in the empty, cold car. "Don't you ever say that again."

Your evading his attempts to wrangle you into facing him.

"I shouldn't have--"

"Stop," he bites out.

"--you were--"

"Stop it."

"But I'm the one who wanted this, Ari!"

That's not fair and you know it. His heart is breaking open with yours.

"Me," you continue, choked by misplaced guilt. "I wanted kids. This whole time. I bitched about how Joanna's done--"

He fucking hates the idea of you comparing yourself to Joanna.

"--and I thought I could just...and I suck at it. Rach even likes you better!"

You're full-on blubbering now, and he won't say it, but you're adorably pathetic like this. His breaking heart swells a little.

"No, kid," he adds. "She was exhausted. I only got here at the right time."

"It's 'cause you're comfy and you smell good--"

Well, I do use my bathroom time wisely...

"--and she loves you."

You say that like it's a bad thing?? Ari snorts out a laugh at your lip quiver.

"She loves you, too. You're her mom." He tucks you in closer, stroking his hands over your restless form. "I love you. So much. So, so much."

Ari searches for your hand and the sapphire ring he put on it until he can spin the band gently on your finger. He knows you deserve a wedding, sooner rather than later, but he doesn't want to be in pain standing up with you in front of friends and family. He doesn't want to limp during your first dance. He certainly doesn't want to need painkillers to take you to bed that night (or any night really).

That's his guilt.

Yes, you were very pregnant when he fell and broke his leg. Yes, there would have been almost no way to have sex with his cast on, or properly maneuver you for any other positions and activities. Yes, you needed plenty of time to heal after giving birth. But come on!

If he had control of his body, or his muscle mass back, or less self-consciousness and disappointment, he would love nothing more than to be all over you--last night, this morning, when he walked in the door, in the kitchen, out in the car, or right here on the fucking floor.

Ari knows those are selfish thoughts. You need his comfort and words more than you need to feel like an object. Rachel--or, he guesses, a baby in general--makes everyone feel like they're just playing a roll, like they're there for one purpose only.

"Can I tell you a secret?" Ari rumbles near your ear. "You're my favorite."

You slump into his chest until your forehead braces his throat. You fit him so perfectly.

"Almost not fair, really. You've got a decade of brownie points, and she's managed to make me buy more pads for her than I've had to for y--"

You pinch at his side harshly, biting back a smile. He deserved that pinch. He earned that smile.

"Oh! And you can control your bladder for a whole day, which is downright impressive wh--hey now--" the assault on his ribs has him jumping around the floor "I'm just...being...honest," he chuckles.

"You're a jerk is what you are, old man."

He grabs both your arms and pins them together in front of him.

"Yeah, but I'm your jerk. Your old man, kid. I'm yours, okay? You are not alone here. You don't have to know how to do everything by yourself." He lowers his voice as well as his face to yours. "And you mean just as much to me as that little girl in there. You hear me?"

You only nod, so he gently knocks his forehead to yours.

"Please be okay. I could never do this without you. Any of it..."

You're settled in bed, watered, fed, and cleaned, but Ari notices Rachel starting to fuss again.

When he sweeps the thermometer over her head and ear, the reading says her temp has actually gone down slightly. He'll take that win.

He lets out a silent cheer and holds his hand up.

"High five?"

Those huge eyes just blink at him.

"No? It's fine. We'll work on that."

He lefts her out of the basinet and tries one more bottle, turning on the TV but getting lost watching his daughter's tiniest movements instead. While he's burping her, he runs through his PT routine, twice, since his mobility gets a little better once his meds kick in.

Lil' General is out cold almost instantly over his shoulder.

Ari grabs another wet cloth for your forehead before putting everyone to sleep.

He bounces his way closer to you in the bed. He wiggles and shimmies until you're resting against his chest. He smiles when he realizes you don't feel overly warm anymore, pulling the blanket higher, letting the static of Rach's white-noise machine take him under.

He felt like crud yesterday. Today, he helped his ladies feel better and goes to bed happy, holding you.

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[pacifymebby]

Pesky Blinders with a wounded reader. Maybe she was shot or several ribs were broken? How would the boys take care of her?

I’m a fan of your creativity

I loved this idea and i guess i got carried away cause they're long and its like not just the taking care of you but the whole scenario. I hope you like them my lovely ❤️

Just a wee warning, mention of attemtped rape and SA in Bonnie and Isaiah's but the rest are just the usual expected violence.

Tommy

🌿 Before its confirmed what happened to you he knows it was his fault, knows its Peaky Business leaking into his home life again, leaking into your life like a black rot spreading

🌿 He blames himself, naturally...

🌿 Youre lying on your back still as the dead and just as pale, your ribs are blue and bruised, internal bleeding... It won't kill you but it will be a slow and painful recovery. Every breath will be agony. And its his fault.

🌿 Sits by your bedside with you, suffering, being cruel to himself because he feels guilty. His brothers have promised to go after the men that did this to you but Tommy feels torn.

🌿 It should be him who kills them, him who makes them suffer for what they've done to his angelic girl.

🌿 Holds your hand clasps between his two much bigger hands, watching you intently, says little prayers.

🌿 When youre awake he talks to you soft and gentle, tries to sooth you back to sleep because although hes lonely and wants to hear your sweet voice, he knows sleep is what you need and what will take the pain away.

🌿 Argues with your doctors when you're slow to heal, gets pissed off, loses his temper, has to be calmed by Polly and his brothers.

🌿 Makes you promises, "The men that did this to you will not live, they will not be forgiven, i will not show them mercy,"

🌿 Also promises you this is never going to happen to you again, promises you he's going to protect you, apologises over and over for not being there.

🌿 "i should have fuckin been there, im so sorry angel, i should have fuckin been there..."

🌿 Gets up and paces around the room, trying to make plans, trying to fuckin think straight but its impossible when his darling girl is lying beaten and suffering in a hospital bed.

🌿 When he finally gets to tske you home no one else is allowed to touch you, he is the one who carries you to the car, he is the one who drives the car so he can make sure he goes slowly, no bumps or sharp corners, nothing that could hurt you.

🌿 He has the fire made up in your room, your bed made up too, lots of cushions, your favourite blanket. He makes you tea and helps you drink it.

🌿 He is by your bedside most of the time.

🌿 But one day when you are sleeping he does slip away, his brothers have phoned, they have the men who did this to you and they want to know what to do.

🌿 He tells them to wait for him, drives out to meet them, his mind racing with the things he could do to take revenge on your behalf.

🌿 He beats them, kicks and stamps on them, breaks their ribs and then leaves his brothers to finish them off. He's taken his anger out on them, beaten them near to death, doesnt need to know what happens to them after that.

🌿When he returns to you you're awake and smiling and the sight of you softens him, melts the last of his anger away. You've been lonely, you want him to lie with you awhile, youre bored, you want to know how the horses are, what its like outside...

🌿 So he makes sure youre comfortable, lies down beside you and lets you rest your head on his chest, he holds you in his arms and kisses your temple and he tells you all the things you want to know.

🌿 You get scared sometimes, you get worried that it will happen again, you have nightmares, terrible nightmares and you wake in the night crying. But Tommy is always there for you, holding you, kissing your hair and soothing you.

🌿 Sometimes he'll sing to you to bring you back to reality.

🌿 He reassures you, he'll never let it happen again, you'll always be safe.

🌿 "Won't let anything happen to you angel, from now on you'll always be safe, there'll be men watching you, protecting you at all times..." "Don't want strange men watching me Tommy," the thought of that just scares you more, "Alright love, alright angel don't think about it now eh, right now its just you and me alright, you and me tucked up in our bed and we're both safe and sound. I've got you, youre safe and sound."

🌿Gets you a guard dog, maybe several, you adore them and think they're so very cute, but theyre also almost as big as you and will fiercely defend you. You look intimidating walking down the street with your three hounds at your side.

🌿He also gets you a gun, tells you he hopes you never have to use it but teaches you all the same.

🌿For the most part he will want to keep you shut up inside nice and safe and warm, resting. He insists you get a lot of rest. However when you inevitably get stroppy about being held "captive" he'll relent and take you down to the gardens, he'll make a blanket up with pillows and an extra blanlet to keep you warm and he'll carry you down, let you lie with your head in his lap.

🌿Will take grapes and other sweet things for you to eat and he'll feed them to you as you sit with him on the lawn.

🌿He won't let the kids near you until you insist that he stops being ridiculous, they judt want tp hug you and kiss you better. So finally he lets them come to sit and lie with you too and they read to you and sing you songs to help you get better and make you happy.

Alfie

🐻 He's surprised actually, that it isn't business thats wound up getting you... It was a car on Camden High Road, speeding down the street, fuckin idiot driver snowed up to hight heaven...

🐻 You're actually lucky to be alive, if it wasnt for Ishmael tackling you out of the way you'd have been dragged under the wheels and killed. As it happens his somewhat heavy handed and clumsy manoeuvre did actually save your life. Which alfie is naturally, very grateful for

🐻 Its just unfortunate that when you landed and tumbled into a market stall, fucking Ishmael didn't do a very good job at shielding you from the fall.

🐻 So youve several injuries, the worst is a bloody nose and chin from when you hit the floor, but if youre being honest - and Alfie makes sure youre being honest with him - everything hurts. Your whole body aches

🐻 And then theres the shock, you can't stop shaking, youre trembling all over and youve gone so cold.

🐻 "Oh my, what a mess theyve made of you ziskeit, well its alright, your Alfies got you now yeah, I'll look after you flower, gonna take good care of you don't you worry my darlin, don't you worry..." he's so gentle with you, holds you very carefully so as not to hurt you where youre bruised.

🐻 Runs you a warm bath to bring your tempreture back up, sits you on the side of the tub and undresses you very carefully. His big hands may be gruff and calloused but theyre gentle and careful and when he touches your bruises, palms your ribs to feel for any major damage, he is so careful not to hurt you.

🐻 Hes relieved youre not too hurt, don't need to go to hospital where he wont be able to look after you himself.

🐻 He helps you into the tub, washes you gently, cleans your blood from your face and talks to you the whole time, telling you little stories, talking to you about operas and the like anything to distract you from the pain youre in.

🐻 Then when hes finished and hes satisfied that youre washed and warm, he helps you get dry, wraps you in towels and delicately pats you down. He puts you in one of his loose cotton shirts, it'll keep you warmer than your delicate little slip and it'll be comfier too.

🐻 Then he helps you into your bed, props you up on some pillows and makes sure youre completely comfortable.

🐻 Dresses the wound on your chin and patches it up nice and carefully, although his fingers arent as nimble as yours so its a little messier than the ones you do for him.

🐻 "Now then ziskeit, what you need now right, is some tender, loving, care, and also some rum right, just a little bit to take the edge off... For the shock too, yeah it'll warm you through and see you right as rain, you wait here little one, Alfie'll get us some rum, that'll see you right..."

🐻 Definitely the type to make you soup, he bakes you a special loaf of bread to go with it. Feeds you even though you don't really need feeding. Hes just using the excuse to spoil you.

🐻 When the wound on your chin scars youre afraid he won't find you pretty anymore, that it makes you ugly...

🐻 "What that? Let me get this straight yeah little one... You yeah - my gorgeous, angel of a girl, little ziskeit, banished from heaven for being too fuckin perfect yeah - you, think that that there, that little scar there, is gonna make me think twice about loving the very bones of you, that's what you think? I reckon i need to check that pretty little head of yours for anymore bumps i do sweetheart, you must be going doolally..."

🐻 Kisses your scars, tells you theyre exquisite.

🐻 Will not let you do anything for yourself for quite some time, even when you insist that you're feeling better.

🐻"Can't be too careful ziskeit, wouldnt want you to hurt yourself again would we, no youd better just let your old man take care of that for you yeah?"

🐻 Will keep your room bright, with flowers in it. Will treat you with new books and records and will stop to read to you awhile whenever you ask. He sits with you every morning, helps you wash and change, does your hair for you, brushing it carefully. He loves to brush your hair anyway, loves how soft it is, but this is the perfect excuse to get close to you and spend as long as he likes combing through your long locks.

🐻 He struggles to remember not to make you laugh as this will hurt, its hard though, he just wants his little girl to smile and be happy.

🐻 He's probably going to try and teach you a thing or two about road safety. And when youre out walking together he'll start doing this thing where he makes sure you're walking on the side of the pavement furthest from the road. You think he's being over the top but once he's started doing it he'll insist its the best thing for you.

Arthur

🍂 Youve got a bloody nose and its your own bloody fault, you got in between him and some lad he was fighting with, trying to calm him down.

🍂 Course, you tell him its your own bloody fault... Doesnt mean he believes you, naturally he blames himself. He cries about it, gets drunk about it, takes a little time to get over what hes done before Polly will let him near you.

🍂 "She doesnt need to see you in that state arthur you sort yourself out and do it fucking quickly then you come look after your girl!"

🍂 So he does, he splashes his face with cold water and takes deep breaths the way you taught him too.

🍂 Then he rushes to you, hes brought you flowers and chocolate and hes determined hes going to make this up to you.

🍂"Oh Arthur love you didnt need to..." you start but he cuts you off, coming to sit by your bedside, clasping your hands in his.

🍂 "Yes i fuckin did flower, yes i fuckin did, now i know nothing is gonna make up for what ive done to you..." you cutting him off this time with a kiss.

🍂 "Shut up Arthur, no more apologies please im begging you,"

🍂 But he has to finish saying sorry, he wont stop until hes said it, so in the end you close your eyes, lean back into your pillow and let him finish saying sorry.

🍂 You think hes a fool but he seems so torn up about it, so upset that you cant interrupt him again.

🍂 His forehead to yours, his eyes closed as he kisses your face and says hes sorry again.

🍂 "Wont ever happen again flower i promise you, it wont ever happen again," "I love you y/n i didnt mean it, id never hurt you on purpose," you know hes telling you the truth, you know it was an accident.

🍂 "Aye and I'll never come between you and another man eh" youre having a little joke, trying to lighten the mood but hes so serious. He frowns at you and you say sorry, give him a quick kiss on the cheek. "Sorry Arthur im only messin with you, you wont hurt me i know, i know,"

🍂 Hes a little clumsy but he does well holding the cloth thsts catching the blood from your nose, rubbing your back and soothing you when the bleeding picks up.

🍂 Tells you youre his brave girl. You tell him youre not even that hurt

🍂 But youve got a bruise throbbing on your cheek that says otherwise.

🍂 He holds ice to it for you to reduce the swelling.

🍂 Makes you tea, brings you pain relief, which you tell him you dont need but which he tells you Pol says youve got to take.

🍂 "You know if you really want to help distract me from the pain..." taking his hand and guiding it down your chest to the waistband of your skirt....

John

🌼 When you get shot at he knows those bullets were for him and he feels so fucking guilty.

🌼 He watches it happen, feeels the freeze of his blood the moment he realises whats about to happen, and then the plimmeting drop in his heart when he sees you struck in the shoulder.

🌼 Its not a bad place to be shot, the shoulder... It won't kill you, but of course it doesnt matter to him where you were shot, it only matters that you were, that he let that happen to his girl...

🌼 He's quick to shoot the perpetrators dead, one after the other, multiple shots to the chest and stomach... Those are bad places to be shot, painful fucking places too, which hes pleased about. He hopes their deaths are slow and agonising.

🌼 Hes at your side, your head in his lap before he's shot his final shots into the perpetrators bodies, one hand holding your face, the other pulling the trigger.

🌼 He refuses to be seperated from you, tries to fight the doctors when they try to take you away from him. You need to have the bullet removed and be patched up but John doesnt want you to go through it alone.

🌼 Polly and Ada have to hold him back, calm him down, theyre reassuring him that youll be alright as long as he lets the doctors do their job.

🌼 The moment those doors to your room open Johns at the doctors side asking all sorts of questions, needing to know that youre okay, that youre going to be alright.

🌼 When they finally let him see you they tell him not to crowd you, to try and be calm and at first no ones sure he'll be able to, he snarls at the doctor "Don't tell me how to treat my fuckin girl!"

🌼 But then when he sees you, unconcious, still and colourless on the bed, the slow rise and fall of your chest, all the fights knocked out of him just like that.

🌼 He falls into the chair at your bedside, the others give him time alone with you because they can see how much he needs it.

🌼 He holds your hand in his, strokes your cheek, when no one is around to see he cries. He can't believe hes let this happen to you, he cant believe he let his girl get hurt. And he says it over and over again, "Im so sorry flower, shoulda been quicker, shoulda been me that got shot..."

🌼 He brings you flowers every day, refuses to leave your side, doesnt eat, hardly sleeps, it gets to a point where polly has to remind him that he wont be any good to you at all if he doesnt keep his strength up.

🌼 When youre awake he kisses you and showers you in affection, he talks to you to distract you from the pain, hes always asking if you're alright, if you need more pain relief, "You'll tell me if it hurts flower won't you, don't try to be brave..."

🌼 But he also tells you you are brave, that hes so proud of you for how good youre healing, how strong you are

🌼 When he gets to take you home he dotes on you, he hardly leaves your side unless its to get you something to eat or drink.

🌼 He wont let anyone else change your dressings, he has to do it because he wants to make sure theyre done proper, and also because he wants to see how the wound is healing, to make sure youre still okay.

🌼He kisses your bandages softly, does it to make you smile.

🌼 When you get a fever from the wound hes by your side nursing you through it with a cold cloth to your face to bring down the fever.

🌼 He actually gets so scared he lets Pol use her rememdies to heal you and they work just as shes always told the boys that they do.

🌼 You get bad dreams about what happened to you sometimes but you never tell him, he knows though and he holds you close to him, kisses you and reassures you, "won't ever let anything happen to you flower, gonna keep you safe,"

🌼 Tells you the scar is a sign how strong you are, makes you look dangerous... Which is hot... Kisses it whenever he can because he won't have you worrying youre not beautiful anymore.

Bonnie

🍀 He slit the throat of the man who did it, the cunt still had his gun to your head and his cock in his hand... Threatened to rape and kill you for being one of those Peaky Blinders' "pikey whore"

🍀He tried his best not to get any of the mans blood on you, slinging the body asside the second his kife had cut and dragged through the artery.

🍀When he saw the state you were in he dropped the knife and dropped to his knees to help you up. When Bonnie had slit the billy boy's throat the man had let go of you and youd collapsed partially from the pain, partially from fear, and partially from the shock.

🍀 Youve been shot, only to wound not to kill, it had been purely out of spite, to stun you into tumbling and not being able to escape. So youre covered in blood, a shaking wreck, sobbing. At first you don't recognise Bonnie because of your panic and you try to push him away from you thinking hes going to hurt you too.

🍀"Its me dove, its me your bonnie, dont fight me flower, im gonna take care of you, its me yeah, your bonnie..." he soeaks gently but he cant hide his fear, he needs to get you back to the settlement, to his father and the boswells who will be able to heal you.

🍀 He does blame himself for what happened but in the moment theres no time for guilt or self pity, he just has to make sure you're alright.

🍀He scoops you up, holds you tight to his body, not too tight that hes hurting but secure enough that you know he won't drop you or let go. He doesn't pay mind about getting blood on him and he lets you cry the whole way back.

🍀 When Aberama has to cut the bullet out of you Bonnie holds you with your back to his chest, his legs either side of you, its to keep you still but also secure.

🍀 "Well done brave girl, youre doing so well little dove, hold on just a little more, be over soon," kissing your hair, letting you bite down on his sleeve when the bullets being cut from you and the wounds being sterilized. It burns, so much you think you'll go insane from the searing of it. But bonnie holds you safe and secure the whole time.

🍀 He feels a little helpless watching someone else bandage your wound, but he does the best he can for you by staying calm, being the sturdy roots that you need to keep you grounded. His staying calm helps you to calm down and its his gentle voice which soothes you and eases your fear.

🍀 "Youre safe now little dove, Ive got you, safe with me,"

🍀Insists on being the one to wash you clean of blood and help you change into softer clothes for sleeping. He kisses your bandaged wound and carries you to bed.

🍀 Sits up and holds you all night, doesn't sleep, just watches you, he needs to know that youve found some peace in your dreams. And he also knows that he needs to be there for you in case you wake up frightened. Hes heard that can happen to people sometimes, they wake up and think its happening all over again.

🍀 He doesnt leave your side the next day, Tommy wants to speak with you about what happened but Bonnie won't let him near you. Tells him to wait. "Won't let you scare her anymore than she already is Mr Shelby, threaten me all you like but i fucking won't let it happen, you won't scare her..."

🍀When he talks to you about what happened he lets you cry, holds you in his arms and soothes you. "S'alright sweet girl he can't hurt you anymore," hes more than a little relieved to find out the evil bastard never got so far as to hurt you down there. That Bonnie got there before he could touch you.

🍀But that doesnt mean youre not suddenly terrified to be vulnerable, even with Bonnie. You cry about it cause you feel fucking stupid, every time your boy goes to touch you, even in the most innocent of ways, a hand your waist or hip, and you flinch. You feel pathetic but Bonnie reassures you its alright, its natural, that it'll pass. That he loves you.

🍀Whilst youre recovering he sits with you as often as he can, he sings to you, makes up stories for you, recites the ones you both remember from childhood. Brushes and plaits your hair, brings you flowers to weave through it.

🍀Goes out hunting to get you the best meat to help you recover, cooks you tasty stews that will help you heal. Probably fusses over you a little more than necessary.

🍀 He knows that being shut up indoors will make you miserable so when he thinks you're well enough he carries you down to the bank of the stream, lets you sit with your feet in the water. He'll stay with you, splash you with his feet, he enjoys seeing you smile and keeping your spirits up.

🍀The kids at the camp are all missing you and are worried but Bonnie is very protective and doesnt want them to exhaust you. Still when they want to come and see you he lets them visit you, give you kisses and bring you the little gifts theyve made or picked. "Just don't you go outdoing me ey little one..." he'll say to them.

🍀After awhile, when your wounds are healed and you're almost fully recovered, he catches you frowning in the mirror, your fingers grazing your scars. "You're beautiful little dove, prettiest girl in the whole wide world, no scars gonna change that,"

🍀It takes a long time for you to be confident going off on your own and reallty, nobody blames you for that, least of all Bonnie. He understands why you're so scared, thats why he crafts you a knife of your very own, one you can keep with you at all times. He teaches you how to use it so that you'll be able to protect yourself.

🍀He's extra posessive and protective of you after the event, whenever he can be he stays close to you, holding your hand, looking after you. He won't let you go into town on your own anymore either, he wants to be with you to keep you safe.

Isaiah

🐀You get cut by a man you reject in the bar you work in. He doesnt realise you're a Peaky boy's girl and when you turn down his attempts to charm you and then spit on him for spanking your arse as you passed his table, he breaks the bottle hes drinking from and cuts you with it.

🐀Isaiah isnt there when it happens but someone who recognises you calls for help.

🐀The other bar maid phones for Isaiah, tells him to come collect you. She tries to help you as best she can. It isn't hard to clear the bar out once she shouts that there'll be peaky boys here any moment.

🐀Then she sits you in one of the sofas and cleans your wounds trying to be careful. Theres a large chunk of glass wedges in your arm though which she knows well enough to leave alone, in case its the only thing keeping all your blood inside you.

🐀When Isaiah finds you there it breaks his heart to see his girl all bloody and in pain. Youve been being brave, trying not to cry, but when he tells you he can either take you to Pol or the hospital to get that glass taken out, you stifle a sob. You hate hospitals.

🐀He sits with you until Polly arrives and when she does she can't believe the sight of you. Isaiahs been doing his best to stop your bleeding from the smaller wounds but its hard when youve got so many of them.

🐀"fucking men, evil bastards, sometimes i think not a single one of you has any good left in you," she says as she gets to work cleaning and bandaging all the smaller wounds which freckle your arm with little cuts. Some are deeper than others and when she cleans them with vodka it burns so deep inside you you cant help but hiss and cry.

🐀But youre being brave because Isaiah is brave, he never gets scared snd so you want to show him youre just as strong as him.

🐀He holds you in his lap, you leaning back against his chest, your arm out on the table for Pol to fix up. All the time Isaiah is talking to you, telling you how well you're doing. "My brave girl, good girl, shhh youre doing so well love,"

🐀When Polly has to remove the glass he gives you his hat (the safe end) to bite down on because he knows its going to hurt. But you do well, gritting your teeth and breathing through the pain just like Polly tells you to.

🐀When youre all bandaged up and free to go home Isaiah takes you back to his place, carries you all the way home, through the front door and up the stairs to bed where he places you down gently and very carefully removes your clothes.

🐀He asks you where the man touched you and then touches you there, smooths his hands over your hips and your bottom being gentle and tender, before he kisses your shoulder and helps you into one of his shirts.

🐀He kisses your injured arm and hand over the bandages and then as you're finally going to sleep he promises he'll get the bastard who did this to you and make him pay.

🐀You help him actually, when youre feeling up to it the two of you start visiting local bars, looking for the man, he organises line ups at the factories Tommy controls until you recognise the man.

🐀And when you do Isaiah takes the mans eyes for you. You're not averse to watching bad men suffer and on this occasion you actually enjoy it a little.

🐀He doesn't blame himself for it happening but he blames the fact that he obviously hasnt made it clear enough to the people of birmingham that you are his girl. So from now on whenever youre out together he has one hand on you at all times. He also makes a huge show of pointing you out to a crowded room, "see this girl here yeah, this girl here is an honorary peaky blinder, so id watch your fuckin mouths when you talk to her!" "Dont fuck with the peaky blinders!"

🐀He will go all out making it known that if any man touches you again he'll fucking kill them.

🐀If you get scars from the shard of glass he'll make sure youre proud of them, he'll tell you it makes you look dangerous, lets men know they should think twice before fucking with you. He will tell you he thinks its a sexy scar, whatever that means.

Michael

☘️When Peaky Business means Michael finds you left on his doorstep beaten unconcious with a note from your attackers, promising war, shoved into your closed fist, Michael blames Tommy

☘️Naturally.

☘️He calls for his mother immediately, he doesn't trust all her healing techniques but he trusts her enough to know that she'll know exactly what you need, whether you're going to need a doctor or whether it looks worse than it really is.

☘️He also phones Tommy, "my fucking wifes just been returned to me, beaten half to death Tommy! What the fuck have you got us into now eh? And why the fuck have you let it get to my family?" he practically spitting down the phone at his cousin. Hes so angry and it doesnt help that Tommy is remaining calm. "Did they leave you a note Michael, letting you know who they are and what they want from you?" "Aye, of course they did..." "There we go then, you know who did it and you'll get the bastards that hurt your wife don't worry..."

☘️But he is worried and he sits by your bedside until you regain conciousness. Polly has you laid on the bed, clothes off so that she can bathe your wounds and clean you up. "Michael make yourself useful eh, you take this cloth and clean the blood... Gently,"

☘️His hands are trembling as he dabs at your battered body with the damp cloth, being careful not to hurt you. You keep groaning in your state of unconscious and its clear Michaels at a complete loss.

☘️He's devestated that something like this could happen to you and he doesnt know what to do.

☘️"Well talk to her love, you'll help her..."

☘️He doesn't know what to say but he holds your fragile hand in his and tries to be as soothing as he can.

☘️ "Youre alright now y/n me an Pol have got you eh, taking care of you... You've taken a beating but you're gonna be fine, promise you, I'll take good care of you sweetheart," hes being so serious its almost comical and when he says "youve my word," Polly has to hide her smirk.

☘️When shes satisfied youre going to be alright, no internal bleeding, no serious breaks, she says she'll leave the two of you in peace but instructs michael to call the second you wake up. She also tells him not to phone Tommy again, "I'll deal with your cousin don't you worry Michael..."

☘️ He has the maids make up the fire in your room and instructs the kitchen to prepare your favourite food. He knows eatings the last thing you'll want to do when you wake up but you've got to eat.

☘️When you wake youre confused and upset but youre also apologetic "Shouldn't have been out on me own Michael, im sorry i caused you trouble," but he wont have any of that. "No love, stop that right now i won't hear it, this wasnt youre fault, wasn't your fault at all,"

☘️ Will silence you with a kiss if you protest and try to apologise again.

☘️He will stay with you, put records on for you, he'll read to you from your favourite books.

☘️And when it comes to trying to get you to eat he'll sit with you, encouraging you, reminding you youve got to eat to help you regain your strength.

☘️At first you don't remember what happened and when Tommy tries to talk to you about it, to find out what they're dealing with he gets frustrated, makes you cry by putting too much pressure on you. Michael intervenes, gets up in Tommys face, eye to eye and speaks very clearly.

☘️"My wifes already been through enough for you Tommy, don't think I'm gonna let you bully her eh? Show some fucking respect!"

☘️They argue about whats best for you, and whats best for the family.

☘️ But in the end Michael loses the argument and has to let Tommy talk to you again.

☘️"Alright, alright fine you can try again, but this time you talk to her fuckin nicely..."

☘️When the two of you are left alone that evening he is so soft and caring with you, he is always asking you if youre alright, if you need anything.

☘️Its almost annoying... Almost

☘️"What i needs my husband..." "I'm hear love anything at all anything you need..." "Wasn't finished Michael, what i needs me husband to calm down, stop worrying so much and come give his wife a cuddle,"

☘️Hes hesitant to get too close to you because hes worried hes going to hurt you, you've some very nasty bruises and a broken rib, youve got bandages over your arms and around your torso. He's convinced theres not a single place he could touch you without causing you pain.

☘️But after some reassurance and serious pleading and pouting and looking like you might cry if he doesnt hug you, he puts his arms around you gingerly and lets you rest your head in the crook of his neck.

☘️Once you're there he relaxes, perhaps this was all either of you needed all along. He feels so much better with you safe in his arms and you feel so relieved to finally be able to feel him next to you.

☘️ You struggle to sleep at night from the pain and also from the bad dreams about what happened to you but Michael never leaves you alone and although sometimes he gets grumpy from lack of sleep, he never takes it out on you. He's soft and tender and soothes you back to sleep.

☘️Pays for the best medical care he can for you, gets you the pain relief you need.

☘️Brings you gifts, sweet pastries, chocolates, the fanciest treats he can find for you. Buys you pretty things for you to wear when youre better.

☘️Gets you a dog, a big one who is loving and friendly to you, but who Michael can train to attack anyone who threatens you.

☘️ "For when I'm not around eh, to keep you safe and sound,"

#Tommy shelby x reader #tommy shelby x reader #John shelby x reader #Peaky blinders headcanon #Peaky blinders imagines #Bonnie gold x reader #Arthur Shelby x reader #Alfie solomons x reader #Michael gray x reader

[heaven-s-black-box]

Definitely a Date- Lyney x Neuvillette's child!Reader

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Recovery date: April 18th, 2024

Description: Hello 👋, I just wanted to say I loved the Neuvillette story and I would like to see a continuation where the relationship with Lyney and the reader was explored, but if it's not to much to ask I'd also like some more context with the relationship between Neuvillette and the readers mother.

Notes: This work was recovered in conjunction with @crystalkat6747, we thank her for her contribution. This was fun, and ended up being super long. I clearly have favorites, lol. This is a continuation of Let It Out but, i think it can be read alone.

Word count: 2 699

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"I’m going out with Lyney today,” Y/n said before taking another bite of their croissant. “We might leave the city.”

“Very well, I won’t wait for you at dinner time.” Neuvillette stopped spreading the jam on his bread. “And if you could, ask him to stop climbing up to your window. He’s going to get arrested one of these times.”

Y/n inhaled sharply and began choking on their food. They grabbed their tea cup and chugged the drink before coughing some more. Neuvillette watched them carefully, pushing his chair back in case he needed to help.

“Are you alright?”

“I’m-” they coughed some more, “I’m fine,” they wheezed. “I didn’t think you knew about that,” they muttered, pouring themself more tea.

“I had my suspicions, but that was how he came looking for you the other day.”

Y/n cringed a bit at the mention of the other day. It had been three days since they and their siblings had scared their father shitless, and a day since the twins had gone back to Liyue where they were currently running a small legal business. In that time Y/n had stayed close to their father and been helping around the Palais Mermonia; whether it was their way of making up for scaring him or them trying to comfort themself was uncertain.

“On a different topic, I’ve been giving your question some thought.” Y/n’s brows furrowed in confusion. “About why your mother and I are no longer together.”

“Oh.”

“I believe it was as I said before, my duty as your father is to protect you, and your mother did not believe we could do that here. She’d always taken the prophecy seriously, and as the water level began to rise she became more anxious about what might happen. However, I refused to abandon my duties here and while she could not make you leave with her– at least you would have somewhere outside of Fontain you could go.”

“I’m guessing there was more to it?”

A small smile pulled at Neuvillette’s lips. “Yes, but it doesn’t concern you.”

Y/n leaned their chin on their palm and watched their father as he flipped to the next page of the Steambird. His eyes were solemn in a way akin to how they looked after a trial. They’d always known that he hadn’t liked the idea of the divorce, but they’d also gotten the feeling it was partly because he blamed himself. After their mother had left Fontain, he’d made it a point to spend his lunch break with them and take them to see shows they expressed interest in as though he were trying to make up for his previous absence caused by work.

In fact, they’d been in the audience together when Lyney and Lynette had debuted in the Opera Epiclese.

“So, when-”

A knock echoed through the house and Y/n rushed to the front door, Neuvillette close behind.

“Hey,” Y/n breathed out.

“Good morning, Y/n.” Neuvillette heard Lyney say just before he turned the corner. To his surprise, the magician was not in his usual clothes. Instead he was dressed in black slacks and a red dress shirt, sans his usual hat. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, let me just-ah!”

Y/n turned around to find their father standing at the end of the hallway.

“Enjoy your day.”

“Mhm,” Y/n nodded.

Lyney held out his arm for Y/n to take, and they waved goodbye to their father before stepping outside and linking their arm with his. Neuvillette watched them walk down the street, arm in arm, before closing the door to finish his morning routine.

“Nice outfit,” Y/n hummed, leaning into the magician’s side.

“Thank you, you look good too.”

They walked past shops with windows full of mechanical toys and fancy jewelry, occasionally stopping to talk about the items on sale. Y/n shared the story of  a new line of accessories they came across, and how the melusine who was sourcing the material had gifted them one of the first watches made. Lyney smiled as they went on about how pretty the watches circuitry was, which ended with them asking about Freminet’s recent inventions.

Lyney was more than happy to share about Pers’ latest upgrade as they headed towards Cafe Lutece. 

“What are we doing here?” Y/n wondered aloud as Lyney led them up to the counter.

“Grabbing snacks.”

Y/n shrugged, and ordered a batch of conch madeleines. When they turned back from getting their mora out, they found the exact change already on the counter. They turned to Lyney who grinned and pulled them away to a table where they could wait.

“I could have paid for myself.”

“It’s no problem, I like treating you when we go out.”

Y/n let out a fond sigh as a white box was set on the table. The young adults thanked the shop owner before Lyney took the lead once again, dragging Y/n to the aquabus station.

They boarded the Navia line and found themselves reminiscing about the recent flooding of the nation at the mention of their friend. The melusine went on with her speech, occasionally catching the interest of the two as she pointed out animals nearby. Y/n let their head rest against Lyney’s shoulder, unable to see the way the tips of his ears turned red.

In the sky, the sun shone brightly– unobstructed by clouds.

“You know…” Lyney started once they’d separated from the rest of the aquabus riders on their way towards the Opera Epiclese, “when we uncovered the whole scheme behind my first show here, I had nightmares for a week straight that you’d been the one drawn.”

He squeezed their hand but didn’t look at them. His eyes were trained forward as they turned away from the rainbow roses lining the path to look at him. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the frown adorning their lips.

“What brought that up?”

Lyney’s eyes flickered to their before he looked away again and started steering them towards the Icewind Suite installation.

“I figured you’d be home the other day, and when Monsieur Neuviellette barged into your room and you weren’t there…” He trailed off. “I’m not saying you have to tell someone everytime you go out,” he backtracked frantically when he caught Y/n looking away. “It was just, so unlike you to disappear like that.”

“Sorry. For scaring you guys, I mean.”

The two fell silent as they took a seat along the edge of the installation. Lyney set the box of treats between them and Y/n leaned back on their hands to watch the dancing machines.

“Oh, one, I’m supposed to tell you to stop climbing up to my window before you get arrested. Apparently the other day wasn’t the first time father’s caught you.” Lyney nearly choked on a blubber profiterole as his face turned nearly the same color as his vision, making Y/n laugh. “Secondly, why did you come looking for me the other day?”

Lyney stumbled over his words for a minute, still stuck in a coughing fit as he regretted not bringing anything to drink.

“I-” he coughed a bit more, “I wanted to tell you that Lynette and I got a show in Sumeru.”

“Really?” Y/n gasped, clapping their hands together. “That’s amazing, when is it?”

“A few months out, but Lynette and I have to visit the venue sometime next month to make sure everything will work.”

“That sounds fun.”

Y/n took a bite of one of the madeleines, turning back to the sweeping dance. Lyney propped his elbows up on his knees and leaned against his palms, watching them.

They looked over at him from the corner of their eye before inclining their head in confusion.

“What?”

“I want you to come with us.”

“For the show?” Y/n asked around another mouthful of madeleine. They shielded their mouth with their hand before swallowing. “Obviously, if you need me backstage.”

“No, well yes, but I mean next month. I want you to help us make a unique trick for our first international show.” Y/n stopped mid bite as Lyney continued. “I know right now you just come and go as you please, and that’s fine if you want to keep working at the Palais Mermonia, but I want to offer you a proper position in our show.”

Y/n sat up straight and stared at their half eaten madeleine for a moment before popping it into their mouth. 

“I’ll think about it,” they said after they finished it.

The answer seemed to satisfy Lyney as the magician smiled and turned to watch the dancing mechanisms. Across from them, the sun began to droop low enough that it washed out the show– its light glancing off the shiny metal and into the audience's eyes. They took this, and the completed sweets, as a sign that it was time to move on.

Lyney once again took the lead, looping his arm around Y/n’s and leading them back to the aquabus station.

Once back in the main court, he dragged them off to hotel debord where they had dinner before he once again dragged them off without an explanation.

“Alright, I wasn’t going to ask, but what’s all this about?” Y/n laughed as the magician dragged them through the court.

Streetlight had already turned on as the sun was hidden behind the high walls of the court. Lyney was no longer holding their arm but had a tight hold on their hand as they raced through the city.

“I haven’t seen you in four days, need to make up for lost time,” he laughed.

Lyney dragged them all the way out of the city before he slowed down again so they could walk side by side. He gently swung their hands back and forth, smiling as they ran their fingers over some of the calluses on his. They followed a practiced path down to the beach as the sun cast a golden glow over the landscape.

Y/n stopped suddenly when they hit the sand, causing Lyney to be yanked back, and took a deep breath. Lyney found himself smiling at this as he took off his shoes and socks.

A gentle tap at their knee lowered Y/n’s gaze to their feet Where Lyney was kneeling.

“What are you doing?” They asked, feeling their face heat up.

The magician grinned and carefully raised one of their feet to his knee where he began to take off their shoe.

“Taking your shoes off.” They yelped and grabbed his shoulders to balance themself as he removed the shoe and sock. “Other one.”

“I can definitely do that myself,” they laughed awkwardly.

“But I’m trying to spoil you,” he hummed as he set their other, now bare, foot down. He wrapped his arms around their legs and rested his chin against their abdomen. “Now how about a swim?”

“Are you trying to get me in my underwear?” They laughed, trying to ignore the heat spreading across their face and down their neck.

Y/n was so preoccupied with their own embarrassment that they missed the red tint that had also begun to cover Lyney’s face.

“If it makes you feel better I can strip first.”

“Ah, you’re serious.”

The realization stunned them, their thoughts running a mile a minute as they wondered if this had been a date in the first place. Not that they minded, but they couldn’t recall Lyney calling it a-

“AH!” they shrieked as Lyney wrapped an arm under their knees and the other around their back.

“Or we could just do this,” he laughed.

They shrieked and flailed as the deceptively strong magician picked them up and carried them over to the soft waves, then tossed them in. Y/n spluttered as they surfaced, wiping the water from their eyes just in time to watch Lyney jump in after them.

The wave hit them in the face, causing them to inhale water and start choking again.

“Are you okay,” he laughed, standing next to them in the water.

He wrapped an arm around them, patting their back as their head hung between them.

“You jerk,” they wheezed. “Now our clothes are wet.”

They sighed and kicked off the seafloor to float on their back, and Lyney joined them. He intertwined their hands so they wouldn’t float apart, and the two lay there watching the sky darken and the stars appear.

“Lyney?”

Y/n’s voice was muffled by the water in his ears.

“Yes?”

“Was this a date?”

The magician swung his feet under him and began to tread water as they’d floated away from shore. Y/n did the same, but grabbed Lyney’s shoulders to stabilize themself leaving the two practically nose to nose.

“No, if it was a date you’d definitely know.”

“And how would I definitely know?” Y/n inclined their head.

“Well for one I would have brought you flowers when I picked you up, two I wouldn’t let you pay for anything-”

“You didn’t let me pay for anything.”

Lyney cleared his throat awkwardly. “And three I would certainly hope you’d remember me asking.”

“So your sister helps you dress up for all your outings with friends? And you always walk arm in arm and pull out their chair?”

“How did you know Lynette helped me pick this out?”

“Lyney, in all the time we’ve known each other I’ve almost exclusively seen you in your show wear. For the first month we knew each other I wasn’t sure you owned anything else, then I just found out you’re a bit of a workaholic,” Y/n chuckled and moved their hands to cup Lyney’s face.

Lyney moved his hands up to their waist.

“This isn’t a date,” he said, causing Y/n to look at him incredulously. “I was going to ask you out on a date when I brought you home,” he grumbled, making Y/n laugh.

They dropped their head to his shoulder as theirs shook with every laugh. Lyney hugged their waist as they moved closer and pulled them back to where he could at least stand.

“I-”

“Nope. I’m still going to ask you, so save your answer for then.”

Y/n pulled back with a wide smile and nodded before the two wadded back to shore.

Lyney used his vision to dry them off, and they headed back into the city– once again hand in hand.

As soon as they arrived back at Y/n’s place, they turned around with an expectant grin. Lyney had to admit that he was less nervous than he’d expected, probably because they’d already made their answer very clear.

He flicked his wrist, and a rainbow rose appeared in his hand. They giggled as they reached for it, but Lyney pulled it back slightly.

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

“Would you do me the honor of going on a date?”

“I would love to go on a date with you, Lyney.”

Lyney didn’t let them take the rose, moving it away again as they reached for it, and instead tucked it behind their ear.

“How does dinner tomorrow night sound?”

“It sounds perfect,” they hummed as they reached up to hold the hand lingering near their face. “Goodnight, Lyney,” Y/n whispered as they pressed their lips to his cheek.

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“So-”

Y/n yelped, nearly falling off the stool at their vanity when Lyney spoke from behind them. The magician was perched on their open window sill with one leg crossed over the other and the day’s Steambird in his hands.

“Good morning,” he grinned at them. “Anyways, maybe it was a date.”

He stepped into their room and handed them the Steambird.

There, on the front page, was a picture of them watching the Icewind Suite. Lyney was leaning towards them with his chin in his palm and a lovesick look in his eyes and Y/n was watching the dance. The headline read Magic and Justice on a date?!

“Lynette?” Y/n sighed.

“Lynette.”

#researcher s's recovery #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact lyney #lyney #lyney x reader #x reader #gender neutral reader #genshin impact neuvillette #neuvillette #neuvillette & reader #reader insert #oneshot #genshin impact oneshot #fluff

[justabigassnerd]

Summer of Love pt. 2

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x reader

Word count - 3,275

Warnings - mentions of medication, injuries

Summary - while in the final stages of recovery after a mission gone wrong, Bradley signs himself up to work at a summer camp just for something to do since Maverick has barred him from Navy work for the time being. meanwhile, you're in between jobs and figure working at a summer camp is some good experience. you meet Bradley and experience a romance you could've never expected (along with some very nosy kids)

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A/N - ya girl is back from the dead people! (did anyone cheer?) anyways I'm so sorry for the long break and I'm sorry this isn't the most exciting fic to return with like I'm fully aware it's mostly filler but I hope it can tide y'all over. if you guys have any ideas of what you'd like to see in the series you're more than welcome to let me know. as per y'all, please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

With counsellor orientation now in full swing, you were spending a lot of your time getting used to the schedule of working at a summer camp. Early starts were no problem to you and neither was making lesson plans but getting used to the camp and the people you worked with was something you had to settle into. Thankfully, working alongside Bradley meant you already knew one person you’d be around a lot and he helped you feel a lot more confident when you met the other counsellors who’d be teaching field sports. You and Bradley had also been briefed on hikes that you’d be leading and you were able to map out appropriate trails for the hikes.

After a long day of going through lesson plans, running potential drills you could do during activities, and taking your swim test in case you wanted to go in the lake at any point, you were just about ready to collapse. You entered the staff lounge and flopped face down on the sofa with a dramatic groan, hearing the laughs of your friends you entered the room with after dinner.

“Tired?” Ella jokes, easing herself down on the other sofa as you turn your head to look at her.

“Just a little.” You reply with a laugh, flipping yourself onto your side as you greet other staff members who enter, moving to sit upright so people can sit on the sofa with you.

Bradley is among the last people to enter the room and by that point, both sofas are almost packed but upon spotting him, Freddy moves over on the sofa, leaving just enough space for Bradley to squeeze in between you and him.

“Hey, Bradley. There’s a space right here.” He points out, hand patting the free space with a grin as you fight the urge to roll your eyes. You knew Ella had already caught on to your schoolyard crush on Bradley, and you were sure she’d told Bradley’s friends too and that’s why they spent so much time trying to force you two to sit near each other when they could. You knew the chances of Bradley feeling the same towards you were slim so you were more than content to sit within the comforts of your friendship knowing after camp ends you’d go your separate ways and never talk to each other again. You just wanted to enjoy the time you had getting to be his friend without your friends forcing you close and potentially making Bradley uncomfortable.

“Is this okay?” Bradley’s voice shakes you from your thoughts as he eases into the gap between you and Freddy. You nod with a small smile, fighting back the flame you felt building behind your cheeks as Bradley’s leg brushed up against yours. The group of you continued to chat until the sun started to set and one by one people began to retire to their cabins for the night and you and Bradley were among the last to leave the staff lodge and took a moment between the two of you as you stepped out onto the grass and took in the night sky.

“I don’t think I’ll ever get bored of the sky at night.” You mumble, more so to yourself than to Bradley but seeing him look at you out of the corner of your eye gave away the fact that he had heard you.

“I wish I could show you how beautiful a night at the beach is where I live.” Bradley murmurs in response, his soft voice unknowingly fanning the flames that lit beneath your cheeks. You were sure he was just saying that to make conversation.

“I’ll just have to trust you on that one.” You say with a slight chuckle, glancing over at Bradley and locking eyes with him, bringing a small smile to your face as you do.

“That you will. Maybe I’ll send you a picture or something once I’m back home.” Bradley says, his smile mirroring yours. A silence falls over the two of you and you glance over your shoulder, breaking the eye contact for but a brief second to consider your next move.

“I should probably head back to my cabin to get some sleep.” You say, silently hating how awkward you sounded.

“I should probably do the same. We can’t exhaust ourselves before the kids have even arrived.” Bradley then says, watching as you bid him goodnight quietly before turning around and heading in the direction of your cabin.

“y/n, wait!” You stop in your tracks at Bradley’s voice. Loud enough to get you to stop but not loud enough to disturb anyone nearby. You turned around and waited as Bradley approached you.

“I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to run a couple of soccer drills with me tomorrow. I have some ideas for some warmups but I’m going to need a partner to make sure they work before the kids arrive.” Bradley says, hoping and praying you agreed to help him out. He could’ve asked anyone on the field sports team for help but he wanted you to help him.

“Okay, but you know I’m not the best at soccer so if I mess up, don’t say I didn’t warn you.” You say, a smile breaking out across yours and Bradley’s faces as he lets out the smallest of relieved sighs at your agreement.

“You’ll be great, I just know it. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Bradley says, smiling as you nod and wish him a good night before you both retire to your cabins for the night. When you reach your cabin you enter quietly, aware of the people sleeping and quietly get ready for bed before crawling under the covers and falling asleep.

Meanwhile, Bradley entered his cabin and immediately got jumped by his cabin mates who were demanding to know what he said to you.

“You know, I’m going to be so grateful tomorrow when I no longer have to share a cabin with you guys. I swear you give the Daggers a run for their money.” Bradley jokes as he sits down on his bed, rubbing at his eyes.

“We’re just invested now come on! Did you ask her out?” Nathan asks, placing his book down on the bedside table by his bed and giving Bradley his full attention.

“What? No! We’ve only known each other a week. Besides, once we leave camp we’ll probably never speak again. That’s just what happens.” Bradley says with a shrug, leaning back and lying across his bed, eyes fixed on the ceiling.

“Dude, you can just get her number or something.” Cameron shrugs, confident he has solved all the problems singlehandedly. Bradley couldn’t help but let out a gentle sigh at his words.

“I thought some friends I made in the naval academy were going to be people I kept in contact with but the moment we got our deployments that was it. None of us spoke again.” Bradley says, thinking back to the recruits Bradley had befriended during training and then again at flight school and Top Gun. Outside of the Daggers, Bradley had made no solid connections with any other Navy personnel. He of course appreciated the efforts of his cabin mates, but he was sure their efforts were in vain.

“That doesn’t mean y/n would do that to you. I can tell she likes you.” John then says, a quiet falling over the group as all focus ends up on Bradley.

“Okay, well if you didn’t ask her out. What did you ask her then?” Nathan asks when Bradley doesn’t respond to John’s words.

“I just asked if she wanted to run some soccer drills with me tomorrow to potentially add to lesson plans.” Bradley replies, propping himself up on his elbows and glancing around at the group as they all exchange looks.

“And she said yes?” Cameron prompts, the three breaking out into smiles when Bradley nods. They all exchanged a look when Bradley returned his attention to the cabin ceiling. They knew they couldn’t force you or Bradley to admit anything but they could at least nudge you both in the right direction.

“We should probably get some sleep, huh?” John says after a couple of minutes of silence, followed by the agreement of everyone else who quickly get themselves ready for bed and switch off their cabin light to get some sleep.

The next morning, you awoke to your alarm and slowly dragged yourself out of bed to get yourself changed and ready for the day. Once you were dressed, you made your way to the dining hall to grab breakfast, located your cabin mates sat at a table and joined them once you had your food. As you ate, Kerry stood at the front of the room and addressed everyone, letting you know that the first port of call for the day was to find out your cabins for the summer and to move your stuff into your new cabin before creating a poster to hang up on the outside of the cabin to make the kids feel a bit more welcomed and to give their cabin a sense of community straight out of the gate before you’d spend the rest of the afternoon after lunch finishing up your last few chances to prepare lessons for when the kids arrive. After you all finished breakfast, you were dismissed and each grabbed an envelope with your name on it to find out which cabin you’d be in for the duration of camp and once you got out of the dining hall you opened your envelope and flipped the postcard over, studying the writing on it.

“Hey, y/n, what cabin did you get?” Ella asks, sidling up alongside you with her own postcard in hand.

“Cabin eleven. What about you?” You reply, tearing your eyes away from your postcard to look at Ella.

“I’m in cabin five with Alex as my co-counsellor. I’m so excited!” Ella says happily, embracing you excitedly before rushing off to find her co-counsellor. You watched her leave before focusing your attention back on your own postcard. You knew cabin eleven would be a cabin of four girls so you wouldn’t have a co-counsellor but you were okay with that. You were just excited for camp to start properly. When you notice some of the other female counsellors beginning to make their way back to their cabins to move their belongings to their new cabins you begin to follow the crowd, chatting with some of them as you go.

Meanwhile, Bradley had just finished telling his friends about what cabin he was going to be in and turned around in search of you. His smile faltered when he couldn’t find you and instead saw the back of you as you disappeared down the girl's cabin line. He wanted to go and talk to you about your new cabin placement but he also knew he needed to worry about moving all his stuff to the new cabin. He spared you one last glance before turning around and heading in the direction of the boy's line of cabins.

After moving all of your belongings from cabin six to cabin eleven, making your bed and tidying your bags away after putting some of your belongings on the bedside table such as your alarm clock, hairbrush, a book to read, and your notebook filled with lesson plans. After sorting yourself out, you headed over to the arts and crafts room to join everyone in making posters and chore wheels for the cabins. There weren’t many people present when you first arrived but as you began to work on your poster more people slowly trickled in. Kerry had gone around and given everyone a list of names of the kids in your cabins so you could learn their names before they arrived and put them on the chore wheel and poster. You got to work, creating a poster and chore wheel for your cabin. As you finished the poster and moved on to the chore wheel, carefully writing out each chore, a sheet of paper appeared in your peripheral vision and you glanced over to see Bradley easing himself down next to you, and you didn’t miss the way he winced a little as he sat down.

“Are you okay?” You ask quietly, not wanting to draw attention to Bradley potentially being in any pain if he didn’t want you to.

“I’m good, must’ve pulled something in my back moving all my gear. I had a feeling I packed too much.” Bradley says with a chuckle, trying to ease your mind so you didn’t worry about him and trying his best to ignore the way the lie tugged at his heart.

“Maybe take some painkillers later if it’s still sore.” You say sympathetically, briefly averting your gaze back to the task at hand as you write a name on the wheel before returning your attention to Bradley who nods minutely.

“I’ll see how I feel later.” Bradley says with a slight shrug, not wanting to dwell on the subject any longer than he needs to. You nod silently and the two of you remain in the comfortable silence between you as you work on your posters and chore wheels.

“You know… I’m not sure how much a cabin of four thirteen-year-old boys will appreciate a poster on the outside of the cabin, let alone a chore wheel.” Bradley mutters, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye as you let out a small giggle at his words.

“I don’t think my cabin of twelve-year-old girls will appreciate it much either but you gotta do what you gotta do. Besides you might win cool points with your naval aviator career. I’m sure they’d love hearing some of your stories.” You say, shrugging lightly as you put your pen down, satisfied with both your poster and your chore wheel. You stay put for a few more minutes, continuing to chat with Bradley until his friends come over and you excuse yourself so you can go and put the poster and chore wheel where they needed to be.

“I’ll see you at lunch.” You say as you grab your things and address the group, but mostly aiming your words at Bradley as you smile softly.

“See you at lunch.” Bradley echoes, his smile matching yours as you then turn to head to your cabin to put the items in their respective places before heading to the dining room where they are just beginning to serve lunch. You grab yourself a plate and dish up the food in front of you before grabbing a seat at one of the nearby tables, and slowly but surely your friends arrive and sit with you. Ella arrived first with Alex, having had the ability to split the task between two people, and then Bradley and Freddy came up next and spotted the three of you, quickly grabbing their food and joining you at the table with smiles.

“All done with setting up your cabins?” Alex asks after finishing a mouthful of food.

“Just about. It’s starting to feel like a real summer camp now.” Freddy says with a laugh.

“Was the fact that we’re in the middle of the woods with a lake nearby not enough of a hint?” Bradley jokes, making everyone laugh. When you all finish lunch, you clean up and then head outside to enjoy the rest of your afternoon.

“Hey, y/n, let’s grab a soccer ball so I can run that drill with you.” Bradley says and you nod, following him to the equipment cupboard and waiting for him to grab a ball before heading to the field to practice it. Bradley talks you through what he wants to try, making sure his instructions are clear and taking any advice you have to offer to make it clearer for when he teaches it to the children. Once you have been briefed on what the drill would entail you start the activity. After gaining some confidence, you’re able to tackle the ball off of Bradley a couple of times but when you decided to attempt a shot on goal just for a bit of fun you somehow missed the ball entirely and ended up sprawled on your back on the floor staring up at the sky.

“y/n! Are you okay?” Bradley’s face suddenly appears above you, his worried expression soon becoming a look of amusement when he realises that you’re laughing at the whole thing.

“Trust me to fall over literally nothing.” You laugh as you begin to sit up, stopping when Bradley offers a hand to you which you accept with a smile, allowing him to haul you to your feet but your smile faltered when he winced once more.

“Bradley, are you okay?” You ask, now even more concerned at him being in pain.

“Yeah, I’m fine. My shoulder’s acting up again.” Bradley says, making you fight the urge to speak up. He’d claimed his back had a pulled muscle earlier and now it was his shoulder? You were confused at his contradiction but you weren’t going to call him out on it. The most you could do is keep an eye on him.

“Just… take some painkillers. It’ll really help.” You say softly, picking up the soccer ball and walking with Bradley over to the equipment shed to return the ball.

“I will.” Bradley replies. Hating himself even more for lying but the lingering pain from his accident was manageable, he had just wrongly assumed that missing one day of his prescribed medicine would be okay since the pain hadn’t been bad recently, even with the activities he was partaking in.

“Maybe we should spend the rest of the afternoon going over our hike plans, just to make sure we have them sorted.” You offer, wanting Bradley to relax a little and not overexert himself. You may not know the cause of his pain or even where it lies but you did know you wanted to help your friend however you could.

“That sounds like a plan. Let’s grab our notebooks and meet on that bench just by the dining hall.” Bradley says and you nod before parting ways to return to your cabins to grab your notebook before heading to the bench and meeting Bradley. The two of you spend time comparing notes and revising anything that needs a second look at before it comes time for dinner and the two of you make your way up into the dining hall and have dinner, still discussing ideas before your friends join you.

When you all finish dinner you exit the dining hall and instead of heading to the staff lounge like you usually did in your evenings, you decide to head back to your cabin to prepare yourself for when the children arrive tomorrow afternoon. You bid your friend's goodnight and head back along the path that leads you to your cabin and enter the small building, flipping the light on as you do so. You decide to get a headstart on getting ready for bed and so go for a shower and change into your pyjamas before returning to your cabin, lying on your bed and reading your book as the sun finally sets. When a wave of tiredness overcomes you, you decide to close your book, set your alarm, and hit the hay, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to fall asleep both excited and nervous for the chaos that is to come tomorrow.

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—(LOVING YOU IS) GOLDEN, LIKE DAYLIGHT

frat!jake seresin x f!reader

dagger squad college!au

summary: recovery isn’t as easy as you thought it would be, but jake is there to lead you away from the darkness. (aka, the hurt/comfort fic)

wc: 4.9k

warning(s): 18+, fem!reader, no y/n (reader goes by nickname ace), a little angst, swearing, bad parental relationships, description of injuries, mentions of mental health struggles, one heated kiss, nudity, mentions of intimacy/sex

part of the loving you universe || find it on ao3 here

𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊, 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃!

 Your first night out of the hospital was the best you’ve felt in days. After Jake’s conversation with your parents, things between the two of you began to go back to the way it used to be. There was still the need to talk about what happened between you but for now, Jake’s biggest concern was your recovery. 

Jake has always been incredibly protective of you. Even before you got together, it was something in his DNA that had him always on high alert whenever you were around. Now, those senses were heightened by one hundred upon your release from the hospital. 

You were doing better, you even looked better but Jake was still afraid to let you out of his sights. Your left arm was still in a cast and your knee was still sprained. Your bruises were still very evident and extremely sensitive. Jake hated watching you wince in pain every time you did something as effortless as breathe. 

Jake was carefully buckling your seatbelt when he heard your breath hitch. “Shit, sweetheart, did I hurt you?” His eyes skim over your body. 

You grab hold of his hand to keep it steady on your waist, noticing his abnormally clammy skin. You hated that you were causing him to worry so much. “No, you didn’t. Just sensitive, is all.” 

“I’m sorry, baby,” he frowns, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“Nothing to be sorry for,” you whisper in reply. You can feel the last of your pain medication wearing off, signaling that you may need to take another dose when you get back to the apartment. 

Jake only nods, despite the string of apologies that threaten to spill from his lips. He has apologized to you at least a thousand times since you woke up and each time you told him the same thing. But seeing you like this, in pain because of him, broke his heart. 

You fell asleep before Jake even backed out of the hospital parking lot. The entire drive back to your apartment, he keeps a hand on your knee. A reminder that you came back to him. 

Pulling into the front of your complex, Jake hurriedly puts the car in park before grabbing the wheelchair from the hospital in the back of his truck. He swiftly unfolds it and wheels it to the passenger side. Opening the door, he softly coaxes you awake. 

You groan and flutter your eyes open to see Jake softly looking down at you. 

The journey from the car to the apartment was full of arguments and shared looks of disapproval from the both of you. You were trying to convince Jake that you could wheel yourself, while Jake adamantly refused. After a minute of going back and forth, you finally let him have his way, knowing he wasn’t going to let up any time soon. 

Upon entering the apartment you’re met with all your best friends gathered in the living room under a poorly executed banner that said, “Welcome Home, Ace!” 

You giggle at the lopsided writing and oddly sized lettering, making the banner look like it was written by a seven year old. You reckon that was done by Mickey due to the way he sheepishly stares down at his feet when Jake comments on the artistry. 

Natasha gathers you in her arms in an instant barely giving Jake enough time to close the front door. “It’s so good to have you back here.” 

“It’s so good to be back,” you sigh into her shoulder. 

She lets you go in favor of helping Jake bring your bags from your hospital stay into your room. 

Bob is the next one to greet you with tears in his eyes. 

You squeeze his hand with a soft smile. “Oh, Bobby.”

“Sorry, I just missed you.” Bob blushes at his confession. 

“Missed you too,” you grin and playfully pinch his cheek. 

“Thank goodness you’re back. I haven’t watched any new episodes of The Mandalorian yet because I was waiting for you to come home.” Mickey smiles as he comes to greet you. 

“Fanboy, you are just the sweetest.” 

He nods proudly at your words. 

“No he is not. I came over here last weekend to help with some cleaning and I saw him start season three!” Reuben interjects with a playful slap to Mickey’s back. 

“Dude!” 

You tsk in faux disappointment. “And I thought we were friends, Mick.” 

Reuben laughs and brings you in for a hug, whispering in your ear that he’ll watch it with you instead—to which Mickey takes full offense. 

Just as Javy goes in for a hug of his own, Jake comes back into the room and stands behind you. 

“Careful, Javy,” he says pointedly. “Watch her ribs.” 

Javy snorts. “Geez, sorry dad.” 

You laugh at the two of them and roll your eyes. 

Bradley is the last to approach you and you open your good arm in a warm welcome. “Hey, Chicken.” 

“You’re just saying that because I can’t get you back right now!” He groans into your shoulder. 

You smile and shrug innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Yeah, whatever,” he shakes his head. 

You feel Jake place a hand on your shoulder and you look up at him with a grateful smile. 

It really did feel good to be home. 

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The rest of the night was spent with an incredible home cooked meal by Natasha and joyous laughter as you enjoyed some time with the people you loved most. 

You moved from the wheelchair to the couch, settling in beside Jake as best you can as he used his own legs to prop up your sprained knee. 

He checked up on you every once in a while. Making sure you were comfortable and drinking water. When the laughter got a little too hard to stop, it made your ribs ache and he noticed right away whenever you went to clutch at your side. 

Jake would scold the group for making you laugh too hard which resulted in another round of endless teasing from them. 

As the night finally wound down, the boys began to clean up the kitchen area while Natasha brought you to your room to help you redress your wounds and get ready for bed. 

Nat and you sat on your bed in comfortable silence as she brushed your hair gently. Your eyelids feel heavy at her soft gestures and you almost find yourself slipping into sleep until she breaks the silence. 

“Why didn’t you come talk to me?” She questions, hurt evident in her words. “Why didn’t you just talk to me instead of going to that party?” 

You swallow harshly, feeling guilty for making all your friends worry about you. At the time, you weren’t in your right mind. With everything going on you didn’t want to become another burden for them to bear. Like your parents had told you so many times before, you didn’t want to become an inconvenience. Though, you knew that was hardly an excuse for your rash behavior. 

“I’m sorry,” you tell her softly, turning to look at her. “I know I should’ve come to talk to you about everything instead of dealing with it on my own. I shouldn’t have done what I did. I—“ You pause to inhale deeply, feeling a sharp pain in your chest from the bruises on your ribs. 

Nat smooths your hair back with a sad smile, shushing you gently. “It’s okay, don’t push yourself too hard.” 

“It’s not okay if my actions ended up hurting everyone. Especially…” You stop once more to catch a break. 

“Especially Jake?” She finishes for you. There’s no malice or judgment in her tone, just pure observation and understanding. 

You nod. “Especially him. If I could I would take it all back in a heartbeat. I would’ve come to you for advice instead of dropping it on you through a text message. I would’ve talked to him instead of running away.” 

Nat hums in understanding. She was one of the few people who really understood you. She may have been a little hurt by your decisions, but she knows none of it was done with ill intentions.  

Seeing you beat yourself up like this hurts her, so she tries her best to soothe your self blame and guilt. “But he’s here now, Ace. You are so incredibly lucky that he loves you the way he does. I mean, sure, you guys fought and it led to something terrible. But he came back, he’s here and it doesn’t look like he’s leaving any time soon.” Grabbing your hand, she pulls you into another embrace. “And neither am I.” 

“I love you, Nattie.” 

“I love you too, Ace.” 

The door opening brings the two of you apart and you’re met with Jake’s teasing smile. 

“Making moves on my girl, Natasha? I’m telling Javy,” Jake crossed his arms over his chest. 

Nat rolls her eyes, getting up from the bed. “Oh please, you and Javy are practically married,” she retorts, making you huff out a breath of laughter. 

With one last squeeze of your hand she gives you and Jake a soft goodnight before exiting the room. 

Seeing Jake freshly showered and changed into his pajamas as he stood into your room, almost brought tears to your eyes. The last time you remember him being in your room was the night you fought. Seeing him like this made your heart skip a beat. Nat was right, you were so incredibly lucky to be loved by Jake Seresin. 

He walks over to you with a soft smile and gently scoops you up in his arms bridal style, eliciting a soft chuckle from you. “What are you doing?” 

Jake nudges the tip of his nose with yours as he continues to move. “Putting you to bed, sweetheart. The doctor said you need to rest up and it is currently 11pm which is definitely past your bedtime.” 

You scoff playfully. “Bedtime? Bedtime is for the weak!” 

“Which is what you will be if you don’t get some sleep, sweetheart,” he tells you earnestly as he sets you down and begins positioning your pillows just the way you liked it in the hospital. 

With your left arm laying gently on your abdomen and your knee resting on another pillow, you bury yourself deeper into the sheets with a content sigh. “God, I missed this bed.” 

Jake smiles at you and lays a soft kiss to your forehead. “Clearly. Now sleep, you’ve had a long day.” 

Your smile falls as you watch him take a step away from you. “Where are you going?” 

“To set up my spot right here.” He taps the linoleum floor with his sock clad feet. 

“The floor?” You look down at his feet and back up to him with a look of distaste. “Why are you staying on the floor? There’s plenty of room up here next to me.” You pat the spot next to you. 

“I just… I don’t wanna hurt you, Ace,” he confesses. 

“Jake, you could never hurt me.” 

He wants to believe you. Maybe before everything he would’ve. Now he knew he was capable of doing such a thing and he promised you and himself that he would do everything in his power to never hurt you again. 

“I can if I move the wrong way in my sleep. Or if you move and hurt yourself because I’m here. I won’t risk it.” He shakes his head adamantly. 

“Jake—“ 

“Please, baby.” He cups your face in his hands gently. “Give me some peace of mind and let me sleep on the floor. Just so I know you’re safe and away from harm up there.” 

“I’m always safe with you,” you sigh and pout. But you comply with consideration of, as Jake said, his “peace of mind.” 

As he settles onto his incredibly uncomfortable looking cot on the floor, your own worries start to creep in. “You’ll be here when I wake up, right?” 

Jake looks up at you from where he sits on the floor and gives you a reassuring smile. “I promised I’m never leaving you again, didn’t I?” 

You nod. 

“Then yes, I’ll be here tomorrow and every morning after that.” 

Feeling more at ease, you lay back down completely onto your mountain of pillows and wait until Jake turns off the light. 

“Goodnight, sweetheart. I love you,” he tells you in the darkness. 

Your heart skips a beat just like it does every single time he tells you. “I love you too, Jake.” 

Despite Jake being right there next to you, you have never felt so alone. His soft puffs of breath and the occasional car passing by are the only things you could hear. While Jake’s breathing usually gave you a sense of comfort, knowing he was so close yet so far away from you made it hard for you to sleep. Even with him telling you he wasn’t going to leave, there was still the nagging voice in the back of your mind, scaring you with the image of waking up to him being gone. 

“Jake?” 

You hear him shift and then you receive a reply. “You okay, baby? Do you need something? Are you hurting?” 

“No, no I’m okay. I just… Never mind, it's stupid.” 

“Nothing you could say can be stupid.” You can hear the smile in his words, but you still feel stupid anyway. “What do you need?” 

“Can you hold my hand, please?” You almost feel pathetic saying it out loud. 

“Of course,” he breathes. Jake immediately shifts into a sitting position and reaches for your hand that was resting on the edge of the bed. He intertwined his fingers with yours and pressed a kiss against your knuckles. “Better?” 

“Much.”

“Good. Now will you get to sleep?” 

“I will, promise.” 

True to your word, you do. Jake waits until your breaths even out into a familiar pattern of sleep. Even as you drift off into what he hopes is a restful slumber, your grip on his hand stays strong. His neck hurts and his arm is starting to feel like pins and needles, but he couldn’t find it in himself to care. As long as you were comfortable, that’s all that mattered. 

Feeling your touch and hearing you breathe wasn’t nearly enough to ease his racing thoughts. He was afraid that if he closed his eyes, you would disappear. Deep down, Jake knew it was irrational—that people didn’t just disappear in thin air. But he had gotten too close to losing you and he never wanted to feel that type of fear ever again. 

It hit him then that you were his light in the darkness. His daylight in the cloudiest of storms. His person and the other half of his heart. The one thing he absolutely cannot live without. He knew he loved you more than anything and being faced with the possibility of not being able to tell you again put so many things into perspective for him. 

The two of you were young, he knew that. Still in your early twenties and your whole life ahead of you. But he also knew that he never wanted to risk losing you again. You were it for him. He couldn’t imagine himself loving anyone else. 

Three years ago, Jake would’ve laughed at the idea of him settling down and finding one girl instead of messing around and being a bachelor for life. Three years ago he couldn’t imagine being in love. Now, he couldn’t imagine life without you. 

Bringing your hand to his lips, he gives you another kiss. He keeps your hand against his lips and swears on everything he is, that he is going to marry you someday. 

The sureness of his own confession should have scared him, but it didn’t. For once, Jake Seresin had never been so sure of anything in his life. 

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Recovery is a bitch. Your body felt like it had gotten run over at least a hundred times. The bruises had gone from their dark purplish hue to a lighter green and yellow color. Your flesh was still tender to the touch, especially near your ribs but it was definitely better than the first day you were released from the hospital. The most annoying of it all, was the constant fatigue and visits to the physical therapist’s office. Stubborn as always, you swore you didn’t need it. Most times, you found the exercise ridiculous. You thought it was a waste of your time. However, Jake made sure you didn’t miss a single appointment. 

You spent most of your time in the apartment with Nat, Mickey, and Bob. Bradley, Reuben, and Javy dropped by when they could as well which you were extremely grateful for. 

But Jake was the only thing making your recovery bearable. Not once, had he left your side since the hospital. With the final days of exams winding down, Jake was able to give his full and undivided attention to you. 

Yet the constant company and loving wasn’t enough to stop yourself from stressing and worrying about where you stood with Jake. Things may have felt normal, but you were afraid that things would break at any moment. 

So you kept quiet and hoped he wouldn’t notice that you were slowly losing it on the inside. You should’ve known you couldn’t keep anything from Jake. He could always read you better than anyone else. 

The two of you had fallen asleep on the couch after a long day of follow up doctors appointments.

Jake had his arms wrapped snugly around your waist and had you tucked delicately into his side. It took a few days to finally get him to agree to hold you again and now that he was feeling better about it, you never wanted him to stop. 

But your throat was feeling dry and you desperately needed a glass of water. So you ever so carefully unravel his strong arms from around you as not to disturb him. 

He needed rest just as much as you did. You hate that he hasn’t been taking care of himself as well because of his constant concern for you. It was sweet, but you didn’t need him constantly at your beck and call. 

You softly lay his arms on his abdomen and wiggle out from beside him as best you can. You quietly pad over to the kitchen and pull a glass from the cabinet to grab yourself some water. 

You barely get to opening the fridge when you hear Jake from behind you. 

“Ace! What’re you doing up? Let me get that for you. Sit down,” he groggily exclaims. 

You turn to look at him over your shoulder and giggle at his disheveled hair and light pink cheeks.  “It’s okay, Jake. Lay back down. I’m just getting water.” 

“No, no, you’re not supposed to be overexerting yourself. Get back here and let me do it.” He’s fumbling over his feet just to get to you. 

You extend your one good arm across the  fridge and block what you can with your body. “I’m fine,” you insist. “Besides, I’m hardly lifting a finger.” 

Jake rolls your eyes at your stubbornness. “Yeah, you’re lifting a whole arm. Sit down.” 

You narrow your gaze at him. “No.” 

“Ace,” he scolds you like a father would his child. 

“Jake,” you mimic. 

“Ace, so help me God, I will move you myself if I have to.” 

“You wouldn’t.” You challenge him, despite knowing very well that he would. 

“Alright, you asked for it.” Jake walks over and stops right in front of you with bent knees. Hyper aware of your bad knee, he gently cradles your legs before using his other arm to go around your waist. Not a fan of the wheelchair, Jake had gotten used to carrying you around the house this way. 

You could easily walk yourself especially with how well physical therapy has been going but Jake insisted that you save your strength. 

“Jake!” 

He easily brings you to the stool at the kitchen island with a look of disapproval. “You could have woken me up, you know.” 

“For someone that is so obsessed with getting good rest, you seem to be doing the exact opposite,” you point out. 

“Okay, snippy, watch the tone.” Jake rests his hands on his hips. “What’s going on, Ace?” He moves to slot himself between your parted legs. 

You avoid his intense gaze, finding a loose thread on your shirt to pay attention to instead. You didn’t want to tell him you were struggling—with your recovery, your mental health—with anything. 

Jake was so great and so incredibly supportive of everything but you needed to do some things on your own. You want the reassurance that you could still be independent. The accident took that freedom away from you. 

He gently cups your face in his hands, bringing you back to him. “Talk to me, Ace. I can’t help you if I don’t know what’s wrong.”

You shake yourself out of his grip, angling your back towards him. You knew Jake would never judge you, yet you still felt ashamed for being so weak. “Nothing’s wrong, Jake.” 

“Bullshit. That’s bullshit and you know it.” He sighs and opens his hands towards you palms up. A silent invitation to let him hold you. 

Jake raises his brows, waiting for you to reciprocate. You look up at him and dramatically clasp your hands into his, which he grips in a silent thank you. 

“You haven’t been yourself lately, baby. And it’s not just because you’re recovering. There’s something else going on in that head of yours.”

Your heart skips a beat. Jake has always been able to read you better than anyone else. 

“So, what’s going on? What can I do to make it better?” He practically begs. 

Your sweet boy, always wanting to make things better for you. Squeezing his hands tighter, you release a shaky breath. “I’m afraid there’s nothing you can do.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I mean,” you pause as you try to explain to him what you’ve been feeling. “Before I tell you, I need you to know that none of this is your fault. You hear me?” 

“Ace—“ He starts with worry flooding his features. 

“Jake.” The look on your face quiets him down. 

Running a hand through his already disheveled hair he reluctantly complies. “Yeah, okay.” 

You close your eyes. You couldn’t look at him as you explained yourself. You wouldn’t be able to control the tears if you looked at him. “I’m lost, Jake. I’m so fucking lost and I don’t know how to find myself again. After coming back from the accident, I don’t feel like myself anymore.” 

Jake’s expression morphed from worried to pained in an instant. 

“I’m drowning in this vast sea of nothingness all the time and I don’t know what to do to fix it. I don’t know how to fix things.” Your tears are free flowing as you bear your soul to him. 

His heart fractures in two to hear what you’re going through. “What’s there to fix, baby?” 

“Everything, Jake. Me, my grades, our relationship, my parents, all of it. Nothing is the way it should be. I’m not the way I should be. And I know you told me to focus on my recovery. I’m trying. But it all just feels wrong.” You don’t know how else to describe the hollowness in your chest to him without 

Taking his hands from your grip, he plants them firmly on your hips as he slides you further to the edge of the stool so you could wrap your legs around his waist. Jake shakes his head and kisses you on the nose. “I know you’re trying and I am so proud of you. Don’t worry about your parents and your grades right now. We’ll deal with it when we get there.” 

“We?” You choke out meekly. 

He continues with a lovesick smile. “Yes, we. As for us, there’s nothing to be fixed between us. I know we never talked about it in detail, but baby, I forgave you the second I walked out that door.” 

He kisses away your tears as they continue to flow down your cheeks. “I just wish I was there for you sooner. I wish I could fix this for you. If I could, I would carry the weight of it all on my shoulders. But Ace, if lost is what you are, then I will find your missing pieces. I will be by your side, helping you figure out what you lost.” 

The heavy pressure on your chest gives way. No one has ever cared for you the way Jake does. No words could describe just how much you loved him. If there was any other way you could express your gratitude for the boy, you would. 

In that moment, words fail you, and you resort to showing him how much you love him instead. 

You lean up to brush your lips against his, softly at first. The heat in your cheeks heightens at his calloused fingertips sneaking under your shirt and digging into the skin of your hips. 

Pulling you closer against him than you thought was possible, he relaxes into your touch as you let your own hands wander to his sun kissed hair. 

Jake doesn’t hesitate to let his lips loosen against yours as he kisses you back fervently. Your lips glide against one another, performing motions the two of you knew by heart. Chest to chest, hip to hip, lips against lips, he continues to kiss you like a man desperate for air. 

“Ace,” he pulls away breathlessly. “Let me take care of you, please?” 

Opening your eyes to be met with the most beautiful hues of green, you nod against him. 

With your permission, he takes you upstairs to show you just how much you mean to him. 

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Intimacy isn’t something you and Jake are unfamiliar with. He has seen you bare and you have seen him in the same state. Physical intimacy, however, was a little more on the reserved side. Earlier on in your relationship Jake had talked to you about boundaries and what you were and weren’t ready for. Still respecting your wishes, no matter how desperately he wanted you, he promised he’d wait until you were ready. 

So no, you hadn’t slept together just yet, but the two of you were more than comfortable with being vulnerable with one another. 

Sitting in the warm water, you sigh as Jake softly rubs his fingers through your wet hair. The smell of lavender fills the air as the two of you sit together in the bathtub. 

The feel of his chest is slippery against your back from the bath soap you had pumped into the tub. Being engulfed in Jake’s scent and his warmth, soothed your aching body. 

Your left arm was wrapped securely in a large trash bag as you rested it against the rim of the tub. It wasn’t the most flattering accessory, but it didn’t make the moment any less romantic. 

He was gentle as he carefully assessed your body, lathering you with soap. Jake was careful of your injuries, letting his lips show each of them some love. To speed up the healing process, he had said. 

You sat contentedly in his arms, feeling closer to him than you have in weeks. You intertwine your free hand with his that rests atop your abdomen, leaning back on his chest and settling into his shoulder. 

“You alright, baby?” Jake asks. He’s afraid that your pain medication was beginning to wear off due to your tight grip on his hand. 

Bringing your lips to the hinge of his jaw, you breathe, “I’m alright.” 

Jake focuses on your steady breaths as the two of you stay in each other’s embrace. He was, quite literally, holding his heart in his hands. You were his entire world, the center of his universe. Everything revolved around you, even if you didn’t know it. 

“Thank you for telling me about how you’re feeling,” he says softly into your ear. “I’m sorry you felt like you had to carry all of that on your own.”

You hum in response. “You’ve just done so much for me already, I felt like I had to start doing some things for myself.” 

“It’s okay if you’re not ready, Ace. But just know you don’t have to go through it alone. Asking for help doesn’t make you weak. You are so strong—one of the strongest people I know. And if anyone can get through this, it’s you,” he confesses. 

“You think so?” You can’t help the hope brewing in your chest and the smile that tugs on your lips. 

“I know so. And all of us will be there for you every step of the way. I will be here for you, always. I love you.” 

You look up, taking in the glow of his smile.  “I love you too.” 

Jake’s love for you was brighter than the sun—golden like the daylight seeping through your bathroom window. 

You knew things wouldn’t get better overnight. You knew you still had a long way to go before you were completely healed. 

He was the light guiding you through the darkness, just like you do for him. Jake’s warmth would protect you from the cold and bitter storms brewing in the confines of your mind that threatened to drag you down. 

a/n: is it a loving you chapter if i don’t shout out @blue-aconite ?? lots of this fic was inspired by our many conversations about jake and ace and i will forever be grateful for you <3 next parts will be less angsty and more fun and lighthearted which i’m excited about!! as usual, if you got this far, thank you for reading :D

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[lanitalay]

Before I Say Goodnight

Chapter 10

a/n: Happy Monday!!!!! Word count: 4k

Warnings: none, crying as per usual

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The last few days have been a blur. When you arrived at the Manor, your stomach was a bottomless pit. The possibility of returning home evaporated in a single second. The fight with Azriel is weighing heavy on your heart. That first night was spent looking at the sizzling hearth until the flames went out, the embers went cold and the sun came out. The second day was spent in bed, drifting between dreams of a life a world away and dreams of Azriel’s face as he watched you walk away. A box of your clothes was delivered by Cassian, you didn’t get out of bed to see him. The second night you managed about one hour of rest in between the fits of crying. You weren’t entirely sure why you were crying. It could have been because of the life that was taken from you, the enormous uncertainty that was your future or the fight with your closest friend here. The third day Jurian made you go with him to the nearby village to buy food for the house and do a check up on the recovery from the war with Hybern. He said you needed to get out of the house and that you looked and smelled like hell. That day you met Muriel, the local apothecary. Jurian brought you to her shop to find some herbs or a tonic or a salve or anything to get you to sleep. When Muriel saw the dark circles under your eyes, the greasiness of your hair and the bitten nails she quickly offered you tea. It was peppermint. It made you feel a little more alive, the liquid warming your cold hands and soothing your tattered heart. You breathed deep, savoring the fleeting moments of peace. “What’s wrong, darlin’?” She asked with a comforting twang that almost brought you to tears. Jurian put a hand on your back and said “she’s going through a difficult time and hasn’t slept in days. Do you have something that would help?” She nods “of course, I don’t have much in stock right now but I’ll give you enough for two nights, by then a new shipment would have arrived and I can dispatch more if you need” she searches for powders and dried leaves on her too full shelves and empties the containers into a small jar “dilute half of this mixture in warm water or milk thirty minutes before you want to fall asleep”. She hands you the jar “thank you” you say but it barely comes out as a whisper. “I can get something for your nails as well, help them get nice and healthy” you look at your hands, the nasty habit from childhood made a reappearance these past days. “I guess that could help” she quickly goes to another shelf and pulls out a tiny bottle “put this oil on all of your nails daily”. She tells Jurian to total and he gives her a few coins “I hope you feel better soon”.

That night you slept soundly. The following morning you got out of bed without having to be dragged out by one of the boys. You felt refreshed. The pit in your stomach still present but less daunting after a full night of sleep. When you walked into the kitchen Lucien’s eyes went wide “glad to see you up and cognizant” you rolled your eyes. “I slept well last night and actually feel like a person this morning” Jurian cuts Lucien off before he makes another remark “the tonic worked?” You nodded “like a charm”. 

After breakfast you had the house to yourself. Lucien was never really home during the day and Jurian had a meeting of sorts with one of the villages’ top blacksmiths. He had mentioned something about getting a decent blade. And Vassa was in her bird form. So you lingered in the kitchen, cleaned the mess from breakfast and had another cup of tea. This morning you missed coffee an extra bit. You were thinking of how there must be coffee plants somewhere in this world but they just haven’t been harvested properly or have not arrived to Prythian when someone knocked on the front door. Startled, you place a hand on your now hammering heart and think of what to do. No one should be home so you could just ignore it and hope they go away. But maybe it was Azriel or Cassian or even Mor. You calmed your breathing a bit and walk from the kitchen to the door. “You’re back” his voice was warm and familiar, almost jovial, but not quite. “Hello Eris, Lucien isn’t home” he didn’t look taken aback by your dry tone. Azriel’s dislike for the male rubbed off on you. “That’s a shame, I’ll just have to wait” he steps into the house before you can protest. “Was he expecting you?” He sits down on one of the sofas “can’t I visit my baby brother without an interrogation?” You huff and cross your arms. “How’s your foot?” Your eyes widen a bit at the memory, surprised he remembered. You look down and flex your toes within your boot and reply “it’s fine now”. “Are you always this enchanting to be around?” He sounds annoyed, you roll your eyes “you are free to leave and return when Lucien is actually here” and walk towards the library. You hear footsteps and are relieved for half a second until you realize he’s following you. “You know how to read?” How am I even supposed to answer that? “I do,” he hums, “impressive for a human”. You look through the shelves, hoping to find something entertaining. “This is a good one” does he ever shut up? He holds up a thin book “it’s an adventure novel, the protagonist flies across the world on a dragon”. You grab it from him and scan the pages. Eyes narrow at him, annoyed that he was kind of helpful “I didn’t know heirs have enough free time to read fiction”. He answers matter of fact “in the centuries I’ve been alive I’ve managed to carve out time to read”. You forget that. These beings are so much older than you’ll ever be. “I guess” you reluctantly concede. 

The rest of the day was spent reading the novel and ignoring Eris. He left shortly after Lucien arrived, their private conversation was brief and, by the looks of it, unremarkable . You wondered why he waited for hours just for that. In a way, it was good Eris had shown up. You never had any time to go into a spiral because by the time he left everybody was home again. “How was your day?” Vassa asked you sweetly. “It was alright, better than the last few” she grinned at that. 

You  used the last of the tonic and slept until the clattering of pots and pans woke you.

“I need to return to the village today” Jurian raises an eyebrow at you. “For the tonic” his features relax, remembering “that’s right, think you can go by yourself? I have to go to the ports today” you think for a moment “I guess, can I take one of the horses?” He nods “take Lucien’s”.

You take a deep breath. The only times you’d been by yourself in this world had never ended well. Just follow the path and you’ll be fine. You repeat the affirmation to yourself all the way to the village. 

The apothecary shop was empty, as it had been the last time you’d been here. But Muriel was there and she smiled when you stepped in. “Hello” you greet “You’re lookin’ so much better darlin’” she was excited. You nod and offer her the best smile you can muster “the tonic worked wonders, do you have any more?” She put her hands at her hips and nods “I sure do, but it’ll take me a while to get everythin’ ready” she walks to the restocked shelves “the girl that usually helps me got married last week and I have about twenty orders I’m behind on”. Her nimble hands pick small leaves of oregano off the stem and drop them into a mortar and pestle. She grinds the leaves with a memorized rhythm, you stare and get lost in the perfectly rehearsed movements. You speak before you really think about what you’re about to say “I can help, if you’d like. I could use something to do during the day” and a marketable skill if you are to stay in this world. Muriel takes you in, and maybe it’s because of pity or necessity but she says “alright, you can make your own sleep powder, grab another mortar and pestle and grind a handful of these flowers” she points at the equipment and the ingredients simultaneously and you immediately get to work. 

It’s almost dark when Muriel finally announces that it’s time to close the shop for the day. Your hands were sore from grinding flowers and herbs and salts. You smelled of the incense she kept burning. Your eyes felt heavy, it had been a very long day. But you felt lighter than you had in a month, maybe in a year. The scents of the shop were warm and soothing. Muriel reminded you of your grandmother, she had crinkles around her eyes and gray hairs sprinkled through her long brown curls. “Can I come back tomorrow?” You asked, hoping she’d say yes “well, of course. You were very helpful today” you stop yourself before you crush her in a hug, her kindness bringing back to life a part of yourself that had long been dormant and say “see you then”. 

“Where have you been all day?” You smile at Lucien “I got a job, I’ll need your horse to get into town everyday” he looks even more confused now. “What are you talking about?” You hop off the saddle and skip towards him “I’m helping Muriel at the apothecary shop, look” and you pull out a jar with the sleep powder “I made this myself, she says I’m a natural”. Lucien can’t deny that it brings him joy seeing you excited about something. “I’ll need my horse some days, but I’m happy for you” he says and pats you on the shoulder. 

“I can’t afford to pay you much more than a few coppers a week” Muriel says the next morning “it’s ok, I really just want to learn”. She nods and the day progresses like the last. Grinding, mixing, packaging and handing out orders. In the flow of routine and monotony you got lost. There, your sole focus was the tasks at hand and gleaning any information you could from Muriel. You didn’t think about your world, your family, your friends, Azriel… nothing that wasn’t in the shop mattered and you were glad. 

A week. 

Two weeks.

Three weeks passed in the same routine. It was peaceful. Breakfast with the boys, then you’d ride into town and work with Muriel until sunset, by the time you reached the Manor it was dinner time and you’d stuff your face and pass out until the next day. Then you’d do it over again. “Tomorrow the shop won't be opening, I’m visiting my sister” Muriel told you as you were cleaning the tools you’d used during the day “so take a break and rest, we’ll be back the day after”. You deflated a bit, the distraction of the routine was your lifeline to sanity “oh, alright, have a nice visit with your sister” she smiled “I will, I haven’t seen her in months. Her daughter had a baby and she’s been fussin’ over them so much I haven’t seen her since” she chuckles. Your chest tightens a bit, a reminder of what you didn’t have anymore. 

The next morning was the same up until everyone left. The empty house felt extra big. You were washing clothes when you heard a knock. Sighing, you get up and open the door. “You should know by now that Lucien isn’t here during the day” you say as Eris stands in front of you. “Maybe I’m not here for Lucien” you step away to let him inside “then why are you here?” Eris walks in but remains standing “I come here when I need a break from my father” he inspects the sitting room “are you the servant?” You suppose no one has ever told him who you really are “I’m … Jurian’s friend” he puts his hands in his pockets “I see” you jump when another knock rattles the door “expecting company?” Eris asks “no” , you respond and open the door for the second time today. Your breath catches in your throat as you see a dark looming figure on the steps. 

“Az?” He’s standing with his hands behind his back but his shadows engulf you as if saying hi to an old friend. You giggle a bit as they gently caress your face. “Y/n” he breathes, like he’s surprised to see you “you look,” he scans you “you look good” you nod “I feel good”. He sags a bit, you’re not sure why, but continues “I’m glad” you shift on your feet “want to come inside?” He shakes his head “I’m actually on my way to an assignment but I wanted to make sure you were fine, Lucien said you were. I just had to see for myself” you nod “I’m better” a pause. A breath “Az I’m sorry for calling you an ass” he smiles at that “I’m sorry for saying all that I said, it was your decision and I was overstepping” another pause “I want you to come to the Night Court for Solstice” he blurts. Your brows raise “oh, I’d love to. When is it?” His cheeks are a little pink, you suppose it’s from the cold “in a few weeks, Lucien is also going. You can winnow with him or I can fly you but I think winnowing is more comfortable in the dead of winter”. You smile lightly, “alright Az, I’ll see you then”. He returns the smile and steps away and lunges to the air. 

“How do you know the Shadowsinger that intimately?” You press your back to the door, heart beating wildly and you’re sure your face is beet red. “You’re not the only one that comes to visit, Eris” he clutches his chest “and I thought what we had was special” and pouts. “It’s like you have a sixth sense for when I’m home alone. Got a little crush?” He scoffs, and you swear you can see his lips straining to lift. “It’s ok if you do, I’m incredibly charming. Not to mention beautiful”. “Humans are not my type” you shrug and wink at him before returning to your room and your chores. 

Washing your skirts, shirts, sweaters and leggings was therapeutic in its own way. The rhythmic scrubbing against the board, the sound of water splashing and sloshing, the suds tickling your forearms and the floral scent of the detergent was enough to ease your mind and keep the ever present panic at bay. When you were done, you returned down stairs and hung the clothes outside. Winter was closer now, but you were hopeful that the first frost of the season would wait until after your clothes were dry. “Are you going to eat?” You jump and clutch at your chest, having forgotten that Eris was here. At his question your stomach grumbles. It must be past midday then. “I could eat”. 

You split a loaf of bread and some soft cheese with Eris. He was not pleased by the rudimentary meal but ate, nonetheless. “Where are you from?” You choke a bit. Not knowing how to answer. “Uhm, I’m from the Southern Continent”. In the first books Jurian showed you there were maps of the world, and a southern continent twice as far as the Continent to the east seemed like a good place to lie about. From what you gathered, Prythian and the other lands North of it had very little knowledge of it, only some stories from explorers or merchants brave enough to face the tempestuous ocean that separated it. He looks surprised “and how did you end up here?” You want to groan, but instead say “oh you know… this and that. There was a boat and a storm and now I’m here” you look at the bread and cheese, making a little sandwich while Eris stares at you. You’re certain he doesn’t believe a word. But you don’t trust him enough to tell the truth, given your involvement with the Night Court and their tumultuous relations with Autumn. “Very convincing story, y/n” you still don’t look at him and are saved from further questioning when Lucien walks through the door.  

The next few weeks fly by. The shop is organized and running smoothly now that you and Muriel have settled on an effective routine. Life with the exiles was as calm as it could be. The occasional discussion between Jurian and Vassa kept things interesting and on some nights you’d sit by the hearth and share stories of your very different lives.

The day before Solstice Lucien winnowed the two of you to Velaris. You had been nervous to see the Inner Circle, namely Rhysand, but not enough to stay away. You had never talked to Lucien about Elain, but you guess that part of the reason why he makes the trip back for the holiday is to see her. And also why both of you are tight lipped and visibly uncomfortable when Feyre opens the door to the River House. 

“Lucien, y/n! I’m so happy you made it!” she exclaims while stepping aside to let you in. You were shaking now, the light coat that kept you more than warm in the Human Lands not nearly thick enough for the Night Court winter. Inside the house is toasty warm though and the smell of something sweet permeates the air. Feyre hugs Lucien and then he leaves, you assume that he’s going to look for Elain. “Thanks for having me,” you tell her, “of course, it has been too long since we’ve seen you” at that her eyes soften, remembering why you haven’t been around. “I’m sorry the portal didn’t work, I believe Gwyn is still working on figuring out what happened”. You shrug “it was difficult to accept at first but now I’m doing better” she brightens “Lucien said you had been working at the apothecary?” You smile and nod “yes, I’ve been learning a lot and getting my hands dirty. I could see myself staying there for a while” she wraps her arm around your shoulders and leads to the main sitting room “I’m glad, y/n. But remember you are always welcome here, Velaris needs apothecaries as well” and nudges you playfully. You laugh. 

Everyone is here: Nesta, Cassian, Rhysand, Elain, Mor, Amren, Gwyn, Nyx and Azriel. Your heart stops when you see him. You say hello to everyone and make a mental note to thank Cassian and Nesta for the box of clothes before you leave again. He stands pin straight as he watches you approach. “Hi” you say, the corners or your mouth perking up as you finish the word. He smiles too “I’m happy you’re here”. You’re about to say something when Mor shouts “everybody better have wine!” After that the night is a blur. 

The pounding in your head reminds you why you haven’t had wine since girls night. A cacophony of groans engulfs the room as banging noises come from the kitchen. You go to place your hands over your ears but something warm and heavy is draped across your middle. You turn your head and see that Lucien is spooning you. Oh god. You turn to look at the other sofa and see Nesta and Gwyn in the same cuddle. Mor is in a fetal position on the floor. What the hell happened.  More banging echoes and you throw Lucien’s arm off you and cover your ears. He wakes up when his hand slaps his face and curses. You push yourself off the sofa and go into the kitchen. Nyx has made an instrument out of a pot and a metal spoon. He laughs when he sees you walk in. I must look like a goblin. “Look Nyxie, one of the sleepy heads is awake” you rub your eyes “his little concert is difficult to sleep through” Feyre picks him up and gives you an apologetic look. “Looks like you all kept the party going after we went to bed” you sit at the kitchen table and rest your head on your hands “I guess we did, but I don’t remember a thing”.  One by one the others join you in your misery at the table. “Where are Azriel, Cassiand and Rhysand?” you ask as breakfast appears. Mor replies “annual snowball fight” like it’s common knowledge, but you are not that curious ask for clarification so you have breakfast and hope you don’t throw up. 

You spend the next few hours sleeping and then getting ready for the actual Solstice celebrations. You had brought your purple long sleeved dress for the occasion, your nicest dress by far. By nightfall everyone was all together again and dressed to the nines. You couldn’t help but notice how good Azriel looked. His hair had grown in the weeks you hadn’t been here. His curls frame his face and give him a boyish look. He wore an all black outfit, the only color from his siphons. He looked at ease, his usual stiffness gone in the comfort of his family. You notice you are staring and look away. “He’s been looking at you all night too” Lucien whispers in your ear. You blush and pick at invisible lint on your dress “shut up”. The group starts exchanging gifts and you watch with amusement as everyone opens Mor’s presents gingerly. You had been warned about her handicap when it came to gift giving. Then the wine starts flowing again. You opt out tonight, wanting to avoid a major hangover, possibly death.

It’s a few hours after midnight when everyone has either gone to bed or passed out. You place blankets over the few that remained on the sofas and floor. Then move to the kitchen and look for cookies. “Smart of you to sit this one out” you jump a little when you hear Azriel’s voice. “I thought you’d be out until morning” he shrugged “I just needed a power nap, I’m as good as new”. You hummed, finding the cookie jar. “Here” you hand Azriel a cookie. You sit in silence for a bit until he says “I got you a present” and he takes a small box out of his jacket pocket. “Oh Az, you didn’t have to do that. I didn’t get anything for you” he shakes his head and pushes the box in front of you “open it”. You wipe your hands on a napkin and begin unwrapping it carefully. You frown, inside the box is your phone. You look at him quizzically, he smiles “turn it on”. You gasp when you press the button and the screen comes to life, a picture of your dog staring back at you. Your eyes well up. “How is this even possible?” He smiles “I don’t know exactly, I took it to the same tinkerer that made Lucien's mechanical eye and they took care of it”. You look from the screen towards him. Tears falling freely now. You set it down on the counter and walk over to him, wrapping  your arms around him in the strongest hug you could muster. “Thank you so much, Az” his arms come to your waist and he hugs you back. You know he can feel your heart beating wildly in that moment, because you can feel his.

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[tokusmuts]

From my next door sister to my lover (Chapter 2)

This is what I promised, hope you can still enjoy it with some changes of my writing style!

Wanna know what happened to lead to this Chapter 2? Move to this Chapter 1 to find out yourself!

Characters: Hidden Male Character x Riho Takada

Words count: 2928

Categories: Quick time event (?), many teases, half quickie, cowgirl, breastsucking, chilling vibe

You woke up with all the sunshine blasting into your eyes through the window. You first thought this was still your apartment house until you opened your eyes, and this is where you were invited to enter by its owner yesterday. There's still the feeling among your body—your wildness is still there, just like the sex at the sunset yesterday—the feeling of Riho's body contracting you, and all the invitations she gave are still in your memory. And after the dinner she prepared for you, there was the night where you were completely hers. Opening your eyes with your still-naked body in the large white blanket, you're still in your recovery mode after yesterday until you hear a familiar voice:

"Wake up yet, little babe? Don't know that you need that much time to recharge." - Riho's voice echoed from the kitchen.

That voice comes with some sizzling sounds; you better feel lucky since it's still early enough in the morning to both recover after filling her again and again yesterday and also not be too late at school.

After how much I filled your insides yesterday, you must not be that quick to recover, right? - I said, still a little bit sleepy.

“It's true, but I'm more than willing to help you recover, too!” -  Riho quipped with a playful smirk as she walked into the room, wearing a revealing silk robe that barely concealed her lingerie. "After all, you've been my rock last night, sweetheart." She approached the bed, her hips swaying enticingly, and sat down next to you. Placing a hand on your chest, she leaned in close, her breath warm against your skin. "But first, let's get some food in us. I made breakfast for us, just like I've always dreamed of doing for someone special." Riho then stood up, swaying her hips as she walked towards the door. "Come on, let's eat, and then we can decide how to fill our day, okay?"

You’re leading yourself around the clock, but you don’t mind too much about it yet. Your focus on her can bring out anything else, just like the way she’s continuing to wear only lingeries at home like yesterday, and it brings a wonder inside of you:

“Seems like it's not just yesterday, but it's everyday that you're only in your lingerie here, huh?” - you wonder about her.

"Oh, you noticed!" Riho giggled, turning back towards you with an impish grin. "Well, I like to keep things interesting, don't I? Plus, it's not like I have anyone else to see me in these except you. I guess you'll just have to get used to it."

She winked, and then continued towards the door. "But seriously, I feel comfortable like this when I'm alone. And now, with you here, I can even feel more comfortable. It's like having a little secret between us, isn't it?". As she exited the room, she called back to you, "Hurry up and join me, sweetheart. The food won't get any warmer waiting for you."

The word “warm” runs to your ear just to remind you of everything that happened yesterday, not just that sunset but also the whole night after. Every word from her just reminds you again and again. You started feeling like you wanted to start from something; indeed, you mocked her back: “It better warmer than my partner, which was inside a naked lady the whole last midnight, dear Miss Riho.”

Riho paused in the doorway, her eyes twinkling mischievously as she turned back to face you. "Oh, I can definitely help with that," she whispered, her voice low and sultry. "If you're still feeling a little chilly, I can always warm you up." She sauntered back towards the bed, her robe billowing around her as she moved. "Now, would you like a little tea to start? Or do you have other ideas in mind?". Her eyes danced with mischief as she leaned down, her breath warm against your ear. "We do have all day, after all... And I'm more than happy to find new ways to keep you warm."

Now you can imagine what's going to happen later, but there's still something blocking you out of it: your body is not in its state, and you have to be late for school if you're too into this quick time event. But you just want to have a test to see which side you would prefer—a half-quickie or a normal morning—and you can still have the whole time for her later after finishing this afternoon.

“It's always the best for more, but it seems like 4 rounds through the last midnight after only a dinner was an unfair deal for me, even when I was recovered after that.” - your test is now depending on her answer.

Riho chuckled softly, her hands resting on your chest as she looked into your eyes. "Is that so, little babe? I'm sure I could manage another round if you're up for it. But I understand if you need a break, too." She leaned in closer, her lips grazing your ear. "We can always find other ways to keep each other warm and satisfied. Like a nice, long massage? Or maybe something a little more... intimate?". Her fingers traced gentle circles on your chest, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "The choice is yours, my love. I'm always here to help you recover, in any way you like." As she leaned back, she added with a wink, "Besides, maybe I'm the one who needs warming up again."

Now you’re clear about the answer that you’re looking for, but you still want to mock her a bit. After all, you’re still just a student, aren’t you? That’s how a younger person plays, then.

“If you mean helping me recover is draining my partner, then you did it with a perfect home run yesterday, though." - It seems like yesterday is never a thing that can come out of your mind now, at least until there’s something new to enter your mind later.

"Oh, is that so?" Riho teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "I guess I'll just have to make sure I drain you properly today, then. After all, I can't have you being too exhausted to keep up with me." She playfully poked your chest, her grin never leaving her face. "But seriously, I'm happy to do whatever you need, little babe. You've been so wonderful to me, and I want to make sure you're taken care of, too." As she straightened up, she gestured toward the door. "Come on, let's get some food in us first. Then we can decide how to spend the day. Maybe we'll find a new way to keep each other satisfied." Riho's eyes sparkled with mischief, and she added with a smirk, "And who knows? Maybe I'll even let you cook for me if you promise to make up for my 'draining' you yesterday."

Cooking for her? You can’t remember when you properly “cook” something, even for yourself. As a single person, you’re proud enough to be a VIP customer of many food delivery brands.

“You don't know how much I paid for shippers for every meal every day, so don't expect my cooking though," - you said as you show her your “Diamond Certification” VIP level of your favorite food delivery app.

Riho laughed softly, her laughter echoing through the room. "Oh, I know you're a busy man, sweetheart. But cooking together can be fun, and besides, I want to see if you're as talented in the kitchen as you are in bed." She winked playfully before turning around and walked towards the kitchen, her hips swaying enticingly in the loose robe. "Come on, let's get started. We can chat more while we cook.". As you followed her, you couldn't help but admire the way she moved, her curves accentuated by the thin fabric of her lingerie. She seemed to know exactly how to tease you without crossing any lines (for now). But you crossed the thickest lines yesterday already, you gotta take the initiative now: “How about...ordering something to eat? I prefer to continue our job last night while waiting for the shippers then!” - you know your offer is too bold, but you don't know how to describe your want more gentle.

Riho turned around, her hands on her hips, and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, are you really that eager to continue our 'business'?" she teased, her voice dripping with false disappointment. "But fine, if that's what you really want, I suppose we can skip breakfast entirely." She walked back towards the bed, her hips swaying provocatively, and climbed onto the mattress, spreading her legs invitingly. "Come here, my love," she purred, patting the spot beside her. "I'll treat you to something special." As you joined her on the bed, Riho pulled the sheets and blankets aside, exposing her bare bottom and the lingerie-clad curve of her ass. "Now, what do you want me to do first?" she asked, her eyes full of mischief. "Should I tease you a bit, or do you want to get straight to the action?"

Now, you’re between two roads that she spread to you. Even when you choose the quick-time-event choice, your desire cannot decide where you should lead to:

“How about both? It could be a risk of being drained right before studying, but I don't want to choose at all.” - Yeah, why do you have to choose if you can take both?

Riho giggled, her breath tickling your ear. "You're quite bold today, aren't you?" She leaned closer, her breasts brushing against your bare chest. "Alright, we'll do both," she whispered, her lips brushing against your neck as she traced a trail downward. As she reached your belly button, she stopped, her fingers tracing slow circles around it before moving lower. "But first, let's make sure you're fully awake," she teased, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Close your eyes and relax; I'll take care of that for you." Her hands moved downward, caressing your thighs before reaching between your legs, her fingers teasingly brushing against your arousal. 

"You smell so good," - she murmured, inhaling deeply. "Like, I can't resist you anymore."

“You didn't let me resist anytime the whole morning, though!” - your voice was mixed with a bit of reproach, but you couldn't escape the pleasure Riho was giving you right now.

Riho chuckled softly, her hands stilling for a moment. "Is that so?" she asked, her voice filled with amusement. "I suppose I'll have to make sure you can't resist me at all, then." She resumed her teasing, her fingers tracing circles around your arousal, her breath warm against your skin. "I'll make you mine completely, little babe. And if that means you can't resist me, then so be it." Her eyes gleamed with mischief as she looked up at you. "Now, are you ready for round five? Or do you need a little more convincing?" Her hands continued their slow, sensual caress, her fingers gently stroking your arousal as she waited for your response.

You know you need this, but you start looking at her. It seems like you’re about to wake up a beast that is only waiting for your invitation to take the lead.

“Oh my, I shouldn't be that needy, right?” - you try to make things less intense, but that’s just a try at hopelessness.

Riho's eyes twinkled with mischief. "It's okay, baby," she assured you, her fingers tracing gentle circles around your head. "You can always rely on me to satisfy your every need." She leaned closer, her lips brushing against yours in a soft, teasing kiss. "But if you insist on resisting, I guess I'll just have to take matters into my own hands," she whispered, her voice husky with desire. With that, she reached down and pulled your pants and underwear down to your ankles, exposing your hardened member to her hungry gaze. "You smell even better now," she murmured, her eyes fixed on your throbbing tip. "And I want all of you."

Without waiting for your response, Riho positioned herself over you, her breasts pressing against your chest as she lowered herself onto you. With a moan, she began to ride you slowly, her hips moving in a rhythmic motion that matched the beat of her heart. You help her remove the lace bra as her breasts just repeatedly bounce in your sight. With your help in releasing, her breasts even bounced more intensely. Both your and her moans are just mixing together as they always are, but you just want to hear hers since it can turn you on even more and more, so you capture a nipple while squeezing the other one. You take turns around them; make sure that there's only her sound filling the room, and you can enjoy your favorite taste of her body.

“Oh my, the tightening... just take this initiative, Riho! Even though I only have 30 minutes before picking up your ordered breakfast straight to school, I don't want to stop every second for this.” - your words keep separating, and you have to scream everything you want your next-door sister to hear. 

Riho groaned loudly, her nails digging lightly into your shoulders as she rode you harder and faster. Her movements became more frantic, her body arching in sync with each thrust. "Yes, oh yes!" she cried out, her voice hoarse with pleasure. "Give me everything you got, baby!" Her hips slapped against yours, creating a wet, slapping sound that reverberated throughout the room. Sweat trickled down her forehead, mixing with her makeup, making her look even more desirable. She wrapped her arms around your waist, holding on tightly as she rode you relentlessly. In response, you gripped her hips tighter, matching her pace and thrusting upward to meet her every movement. Your breathing grew heavier, matching hers, and soon enough, you both lost yourself in the rhythm of their passionate dance. “I'm so close...ah...I'm really close, Riho!” - you are so ready for your “fifth” release, as both of you agreed to call it so.

Riho gasped, her eyes widening as she felt your grip on her hips tighten. "Me too, baby," she breathed, her voice shaky. "Let's finish this together, please!". Your bodies moved in unison, sweat glistening on her skin and her hair tousled and disheveled from the intense session. Riho threw her head back, her cries growing louder and more desperate. Finally, as you reached the peak, Riho screamed your name, her muscles clamping down on you. In response, you released deep within her, your release pulsating inside her warmth. For a few moments, you lay there, panting heavily, locked in each other's embrace. She knew what she needed to do; she lay forward, placing her nipples on your lips. You didn’t ignore the gift as you opened your mouth and swallowed it one last time.

When you finally broke away, Riho grinned cheekily. "Better order double, huh?" she said, her voice still ragged from passion. "Just in case we need energy later." Despite the mess they were in, Riho jumped off you, her smile never fading. "C'mon, hurry up and clean up, babe. Let's enjoy our meal before heading to school.". After a while recovering, you only have 10 minutes left, still enough to ask her for something last: “What a way to warm up for school, Riho-san. After today, I will have a holiday. What should I do with you?” - you asked her.

Riho’s expression shifted to excitement. "Holiday?! Oh, that sounds amazing! How about we plan a trip somewhere nearby? Someplace where nobody knows us, and we can truly relax and enjoy ourselves?". She grabbed her phone and quickly searched for potential destinations, humming happily as she browsed through the options. "There's this beautiful island resort I found recently; what do you think?". As you finished dressing, Riho continued discussing plans excitedly. "Or we could staycation instead! Have you ever tried those luxurious hotels with private pools and personal chefs?". Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, clearly looking forward to spending quality time with you. 

"Whatever we choose, I want it to be memorable." - that’s how you know you chose the right person to love.

“Resorts have got to be a little bit risky, and I don't want anyone to record our loving time to post on porn sites either. Our images, especially your job, will get damaged because of that, you know.” - After all, safety must be on top of your mind.

Riho nodded thoughtfully, putting her phone down. "That makes sense," she agreed, her brow furrowing slightly. "Staying local might be safer, then. Besides, we can always book a secluded villa or something similar." She smiled brightly once more, her spirits lifting instantly. "So many places offer privacy, and I bet they have lovely amenities. How does that sound to you?". Riho took your hand, leading you towards the door. "Let's start searching together, alright? This holiday has to be extra special since we'll be taking time off work and spending our love together in a different place. But only after today’s school, deal?"

Of course, your answer is nothing more than “deal.”. Her eyes lit up with enthusiasm, and she added enthusiastically, you just put a smile on her as you say a temporary goodbye to her for a long day at school, but you also understand that there will be a long (or not) holiday after this to enjoy with her. 

Of course, to be continued!

#toku smuts #riho takada #takada riho #高田里穂

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Tonsil Troubles pt 2

Pairings: Reader x Weems x Thornhill (Platonic)

Word count: 1.3K

Summary: reader is looked after following her surgery in part one.

TW: mentions of surgery, hospitals, medicine

A/n sorry for the time this took I messed up my finger, so it was difficult to write but I figured it out … kinda. Basically, I’m just typing minus one finger cuz it’s bandaged lol.

It was safe to say you had been sleeping for a while. Nurses had come and gone while you slept. Checking vitals and monitoring you closely before they decided to let you go.

You were dozing lightly when a nurse came and asked for Weems by name to discuss some details about your release. Weems stood and followed the nurse outside into the hall while Thornhill sat with you holding your hand in hers.

“Well, we are happy to say that Miss L/n is looking well enough to be taken home. We will provide you some information of how to look after her. The first 24 hours after anaesthesia requires monitoring and attentive care.”

“Thank you very much. I’ll be sure to keep an eye on her.”

“You’re very welcome. You’ll just need to sign the discharge papers as her parents and then you and your wife can take your daughter home.” The nurse smiled.

“Um… she’s not my-“ but the nurse was gone, leaving Weems with a slight pink tint to her cheeks.

After the papers were signed the nurse came back into your room in the recovery ward with a wheelchair. Marilyn raised an eyebrow.

“Will she need that?” The botanist said eyeing the wheelchair oddly and with a confused look.

“Well, she probably won’t be too stable on her feet for a while, so she’ll be needing some extra help for a bit. It’s a common side effects of the surgery drugs.” The nurse explained and Thornhill nodded and thanked her.

Weems watched the interaction with a small smile. The nurse turned to them and looked mildly sheepish.

“Would one of you be willing to help get her into the wheelchair?”

“Sure.” Weems said and came to your bedside. She pulled back the warm sheets and gently slipped her soft arms under you to lift you into the chair.

After she made sure you were settled comfortably and were still asleep, she motioned for Thornhill to push you. The nurse smiled a coy smile that made Weems blush again slightly.

Once they made it out the front door the nurse turned to Weems.

“So, I’ve written down some instructions for you and be sure to return the wheelchair once shes in your car.”

Weems thanked the nurse and made her way behind thornhill to the car. Once Weems carefully lifted you into the backseat and by some small miracle you stayed asleep. Weems shut the door and went round to the other side of the backseat to get herself and you situated for the ride while Thornhill returned the wheelchair to the front desk.

They made it almost halfway back to nevermore before you began to wake up slowly. Weems watched you carefully as you came around.

She brought a hand to your cheek as your brow furrowed as she gently stroked her thumb over the small ridge of your cheekbone with a featherlight touch of her manicured fingers.

You blinked a few times and gave her a groggy and tired look which edged on mild confusion. Lifting your head slightly Weems gently kept a hand on your chest as an indication to stay down where you laid in her lap.

“Where?” You began and weems smiled delicately.

“We’re on our way back to nevermore darling. Ms Thornhill and I will look after you don’t worry sweet girl. We’ve got you.” She said and you blinked ad gave a tired nod before shutting your eyes again and resting your head back on the headmistress. Both teachers knew you weren’t quite asleep but somewhere in between, not quite awake but not sleeping either.

You stayed that way until the car pulled into the school. Weems unbuckled and Thornhill got out to help Weems with you. Between the two of them they wrestled you out of the car and into Weems waiting arms where you rested your head against her collarbone still feeling exhausted.

You watched through half lidded eyes and blurred vision as they navigated the halls to Weems apartment before going inside. She carefully set you down in the cot that she had the nurse bring into her bedroom so she could keep an eye on you over night.

She kept a hand under your head as she laid you down. The cot was basically a small bed with a mattress that they used in the infirmary.

However, the nurse had to deal with a family emergency and wouldn’t be back until later in the week. In the meantime, they had brought in a trainee who could patch up the students but wasn’t quite qualified for the care you would be needing in the next 24 hours.

The next time you woke was a little later, Ms Thornhill was sat on Weems bed doing some marking meaning Weems was probably in her office dealing with work matters.

You sat up still feeling exhausted and rubbed your eyes with a fist. Feeling tired and disoriented you unintentionally let out a small whine drawing the attention of the teacher on the bed. She stood and came over to kneel by the bed.

“Hello honey, how are we feeling?” She asked as she brushed the hair from your face. Thornhill checked her watch and frowned. “Time for more meds sweet girl.” She said and grabbed a packet from the bedside. She popped out some tablets and grabbed a glass of water.

Studying your shaking hands, she lifted the glass directly to your lips before placing the meds into your mouth and following it with the glass again.

A little bit of water dribbled down your chin and Thornhill smiled softly and wiped it away with her thumb before booping your nose with her wet finger. You blinked for a second before giving a lopsided grin. Thornhill chuckled at your reaction and dried her finger on her pants.

Thornhill took a moment to obverse you, noting the slight fidgeting.

“Do you need that bathroom darling?” She asked and you froze before nodding meekly. “Alright.” She said and helped you up.

She practically carried you to the bathroom before stepping outside to allow you privacy. Once you were done and had washed your hands, she helped you back to bed. Fluffing the pillows to help you sit up properly with support.

Thornhill sent a text on her phone and a moment later Weems arrived with some ice chips in a plastic bowl.

“Hello darling.” She drawled as she crossed the room. She handed you the ice chips and you blinked before putting some in your mouth and grinning as they crunched between your teeth. Weems and Thornhill exchanged smiles.

“Once you’ve had some of those it’s time for an early night, alright honey?” Weems asked and you nodded sleepily. “Alright.” Weems said. “Ms Thornhill will sit with you for a bit while i get some work done. Then the two of us will have some dinner and we’ll be sleeping in my bed just here. Wake us up if you need anything ok darling?” She asked and you nodded and crunched more ice chips.

“Good.” She said and patted your cheek. You lent into the touch and sighed softly. Weems smiled and helped you get comfortable. She took the bowl from you and turned out the main light leaving only the lamp. Both teachers bid you goodnight and you returned the sentiment and rolled over.

As you slept the two teachers kept a careful eye on you, monitoring closely to make sure you were ok. And you were.

#weems comfort #comfort #sick r #surgery #reader #Ms Thornhill #marilyn thornhill #marilyn thornhill is not laurel gates #principal weems #larissa weems #sicfic #whump #fluff #no angst #caretaking #student reader #tonsils #anesthesia #hospitals #nevermore #wednesday addams #enid Sinclair #sleepy reader #outcast #medicine #emotional comfort #motherly weems #motherly thornhill #protective weems #protective thornhill

[chiquititaosita]

if you can, could you write op monster trio with a sick reader? (pre-chopper joining the team)

ive been sick for the past week and one piece has turned into my comfort anime, and i still have a lonv way to go haha

thank you in advance, hope you're having a nice day!

i got you my darling! im just recovering from being sick three weeks ago. (Sinus and chest congestion) please get some rest and remember to try and rest as much as possible. good luck (I’m still getting there with you :) )

Fluff, cute shit. And just vibing

Monster trio with a sick reader (pre- chopper joining)

Luffy

- don’t get me started 😭

- he’s going to want you to rest. Even if you’re feeling fine. He’s going to make sure you’re being taken care for by sanji (since luffy says his soups can help a cold)

-“ NO y/n.. rest.” he’ll say it in a stern like tone

- Out of the times he was serious outside OF FIGHTING

- he’s only harsh on you when you’re sick because he loves you that’s why.

-“I want you to rest! So you can get stronger!”

-“so when you’re strong enough ! I’ll be able to protect you.” He grins as he’s nuzzling your face.

- “hey y/n! how are you feeling?” He’ll walk in with a happiest grin on his face.

- if he doesn’t sleep in your quarters that night or during those nights. When he wakes up you’re the very first person on top of his brain.

-he’ll sometimes surprise you with drawings (I think he draws stick figures sometimes lol) “look what I made you!”-

-“see it’s you me and the treasure we found!”

-“what’ are those other people right there?” You pointed at that pft of the drawing.

-“oh that’s zoro with his swords and sanji smoking a cigarette, nami is there stealing the money. That’s ussopp shooting a cannon. Oh look that’s robin not giving a-“ you love how creative he is.

- when you get better he lets you do more tasks just to stimulate your brain.

- recovery is just him being excited because he knows you’re being loved and cared for

Zoro

-“woah you okay?”

- “y-yeah I’m fi-fine.” you replied in between coughs.

-ngl zoro will drop everything to protect you.

-“you have to rest.. dummy.” he’ll flick in your forehead because you’re a stubborn pendeja

-“noooo i Can get up..” you fell as he picked you up for almost fainting. It had been a few hours since you passed out, and zoro periodically checked up on you everyday. but today felt different.

-zoro went to go and see you. That was until he noticed a blonde male with curly eyebrows humming and holding a dish going into the same direction he’s going to.

-“what’s that for?” Zoro referred to the dish

-“oh this is for Y/n Chan! I heard she was sick, so I made her some soup to cheer her up” he mentioned, and asked why zoro was going to see you

-“I’m checking on her… that’s all.” He blushed lightly, looking away.

-“ you know ever since she came on the sunny. You’ve gotten soft.” Sanji snickered as he was keeping his laughter down.

“Why I outta—-“ he’s just going to argue with him usually but today he had no energy for that.

-“forget it. I guess you’re right I just really care about her you know .” The moss head huffed as he was given the dish.

- “shit I gotta finish dinner!- give this to y/n chwan will you?!” Sanji literally ran off to the kitchen just as zoro made it to your door.

“Oi, y/n Can I come in?” zoro poked his head out of the door.

-“ it’s open.” you mumbled as you were bundled into the blankets. You smelled the soup and poked your head out.

-“hey.. how are you feeling?” he placed the dish of soup down on the little table near you, and gazed upon you. Zoro had missed your face. He hated seeing you feeling unwell, and miserable.

-“I’m okay. Just bored…sick and out of my mind….what’s that for.?” You pointed at the soup

-“curly made you dinner and wanted you to eat first. He said he hopes you feel better.” He rolled his eyes over the words about a certain cook. You couldn’t help but chuckle

-“awe that’s sweet of him. But what about you?” You gestured him to come lay with you, and he plopped himself onto your warm body, clinging onto you like a little koala.

-“ why did you come back? I thought you were training.” you hugged him as he laid on top of you, he hadn’t thought about it like that. Zoro just missed hearing your voice motivating him to keep going, seeing your smile, hearing your voice, especially seeing you looking adorable when mad or yelling. Annoying him while training.

- Literally you were like his personal chihuahua. It just didn’t feel the same without your presence near him. Especially when y’all took naps together after training or if y’all just felt lazy.

-“i- well- um. I finished early. it was just..that I like- training with you more. It was annoying to not hear you yell my name ‘zoro this zoro that zoro can we take a break my boobs hurt?’ ‘Zoro carry me. Zo-Chan hold my hand. ‘“ he mocked your voice and it made you laugh as you nuzzled into it.

-“Awee so you did miss me..” you nuzzled him, as he pulled himself up to hug you in the bed.

-“don’t push it..” he rolled his eyes as he kissed the top of your head.

-“I love you.”

-“ I love you too you big goof.” You sighed happily as you knew you were the luckiest woman on earth.

Sanji

- now him HEHEHEHE OMG

- the minute he noticed you were sick, you missed breakfast and you never EVER MISS BREAKFAST! You get up around the same time as sanji.

- “y/n- my loveee! It’s time to get up!!” He sang as he tried to wake you up from you quarters.

-“ really? It’s too early .” you coughed into your fist. You sounded very congested, and your eyes looked so puffy. Your natural bed head with your textured mane, all over the place. he was in awe of how beautiful you sounded in the morning!!

-Sanji immediately gasped as he heard your voice. “Oh no! My Angel! You’re sick!! please lay down to rest! Your prince is going to take care of you!!” he kissed the top of your head, placing your tea near the night stand.

“S-sanji i’m f-fine!!” You tried to push him off your shoulders that was until you ran to the bathroom. acid reflux! or even food poisoning DUN DUN DUN. You must’ve felt like your guts were being rearranged and not the good kind. Luckily it was not sanjis cooking. Because he would’ve been crushed. It was someone else’s leftovers from the previous island you brought in.

-he immediately ran after you, patting your back. “It’s okay, darling. Let it out. you’ll be okay.” He’ll gently pull away your hair out of your face. when you finished throwing up you began to wash up. You went to the kitchen to see if you could put up your cup of tea and wash it.

-that was originally the plan until your blonde man put his hand over your hand, disposing his cigarette immediately after seeing you in sweatpants and a big baggy tshirt. His eyes go into heart shapes.

- “You look adorable as ever.” He coos and pinches your cheeks. you rolled your eyes at him.

-“oh hush your face babe. ..” you mumbled as he embraced you.

-“let me wash that cup for you. Go sit down I’ll make you a plate ” he kissed your cheeks, and booped your nose then forcing your stubborn ass to sit down, after taking your empty cup of tea away from you. you just loved how he shook his hips and sang a little song about you making your plate. it’s one of the reasons you fell in love with him.

-“are you singing [song name]??” You giggled

“Yup!!! Because it’s your fault! You got it stuck.in . My. Head.” He poked you jokingly and lovingly at the end of each syllable. Serving you a cup of fruits and sweets.

-“oh shut up you!! how was breakfast?” You asked him as you were tracing the table cloth, sitting in your seat. You’re not even used to the princess treatment that he’s been giving you.

-“ it was good, I already told everyone you weren’t feeling well, they went off the ship already to gather resources and meds to make sure you feel better” you smiled at him already as he made you some avocado toast, taking a bite of the dishes your face lit up, as you did a little happy dance.

- you know when the food is delicious when you do a happy dance when you eat.

- “Oh my how this is amazing.I’m so happy I can taste your food!” you smiled at him with a little sniffle

-“oh y/n merolineee! the way you compliments me takes me a few steps from ascending into heaven.”

- yes overall Sanji best boy to take care of you during pre chopper era.

#one piece imagines #sanji x fem reader #sanji x latina reader #sanji fluff #one piece x reader #sanji x y/n #zoro x reader #pirate hunter zoro #luffy x reader #roronoa zoro #zoro imagine #zoro fluff #luffy fluff #straw hat luffy

[orcasoul]

Joel Miller head-cannons

Joel when you get injured.

"Where is she?!" Joel's commanding voice booms through the infirmary, echoing off the walls and filling the air, drowning out all other sounds. Bursting into the backroom, his heart lurches at the sight of you covered in mud with your arm in a sling. He crosses the room in two strides, engulfing you in his his strong arms, tucking your head into his chest and under his chin.

"Fucking hell, sweetheart! he began, breathlessly, "When I heard you'd been hurt, I thought..." shaking his head, he gulped the words back down, praying that the end of that sentence would never happen. He should have been there. He should have protected you. He's furious, not with you of course, but with himself for not insisting that you be taken off today's patrol. The one fucking time he's not there!

Once you had explained to him how a clicker had come out of nowhere, startling Annabelle, who in her panic had thrown you, causing your injury, and how your patrol colleagues had saved your ass, Joel realised just how lucky you were to come away with just a dislocated shoulder and some bruising. And he realised - with a sinking, crushing feeling - how easily he could have lost you today.

Just the thought makes him feel sick and he has to blink back the tears threatening to spill. He has to be strong now, for you. He listens, intently, as the doctor ordered a few weeks of rest, with no strenuous lifting or reaching with that arm, and as he explains how to do regular shoulder exercises to help with recovery.

Joel hates himself for not being there when you needed him - a fact he'll never forgive himself for - but he's here with you now, and he'll make damn sure you're taken care of while you recuperate. He'll do everything he can do for you. And he does. He cooks, washes the dishes, cleans the house, folds the laundry, he won't even allow you to reach for anything.

He takes every opportunity to touch you, whether that be cuddling you on the settee or in bed, or gently touching your arm or hip as you pass each other. He worries that he may be a bit overbearing on times, but if he is, you don't tell him so. It goes unspoken between you both that you understand where he's coming from. Joel Miller is a protector and a carer, and when he loves someone, he loves with a ferocious intensity that could burn the very sun.

And now, this is how he deals with his self believed failure, by seeing to it that your every need is met, that you're comfortable, that you're not in any more pain than you have to be, and that you know just how much he loves and needs you. This close call has shaken him to his very core, and one thing's for damn sure.. you'll never leave this town again without him by your side.

#pedro pascal #joel miller fic #joel miller imagine #joel miller x you #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal fanfiction #joel miller the last of us #joel miller fanfiction #joel tlou

[faulty-writes]

heyhey how are you doing ? I was super excited to see someone writing so much for Tenya. So if it's okay...Can you write hc of him with a romantic partner (gn or fem if you feel more comfortable writing fem) who tries to bond with his family, like someone who would befriend Tensei, help him with his recovery maybe, would get along with his parents etc ⸜( ´ ꒳ ` )⸝

[ I'm doing okay, thank you for asking. Been busy with schoolwork, Abnormal Psychology is kicking my ass this term but so far I've gotten A's so, hooray for me. Also got a new job. Honestly, he's very popular on my blog because I write him well. At least that's what everyone tells me, hah. Anywho, this sounds adorable. Plus Tensei is mentioned! I love him very dearly as well. ]

"This is Y/n. She is my fellow student and romantic partner. She is rather admirable for the way she so victoriously displays her heroic skills during our assigned training sessions as well as the way she articulates her quirk!" You weren't sure if you were more embarrassed that those were his first words when introducing you to his family or that his mother immediately took a liking to you, going as far as to thank you for your interest in her son.

It was an honor to meet Tensei since Tenya continuously spoke of his admiration for the now-retired pro hero. Although it saddened you to see him in a wheelchair, it didn't dampen his spirits. "Hey! It's awesome to meet the girl my little brother keeps talking about!" He said, happily shaking your hand. "Brother! I ask you not to go into such details regarding that," Tenya insisted, flushing softly.

"Apologies, my family has requested my assistance." You understood that family was a priority for Tenya, especially considering he bragged about the Iida name. Because of this, he canceled your date plans on occasion, and you tried to remain supportive considering family bonds were precious.

On more than one occasion, you had dinner with the Iida family. "It is quite an honor to share this family bonding moment with you! I do hope the Iida family has made you feel welcome!" Tenya would always try to break the ice and unlike his mother, his father was less impressed by you but regardless, you tried your best to connect with him.

"You can pull harder, it's totally okay!" Tensei said. Sometimes you'd help him with his physical therapy exercises when Tenya was busy studying or just provide him with companionship, all of which Tenya would thank you for. "To show such noble attributes to fallen heroes is a wonderful characteristic! I hope that I may be able to display true hero qualities such as yours one day!" Sometimes his praise was too much.

His mother would invite you to go shopping or out to eat. Of course, you weren't used to the fine taste the Iida family was known for. However, you genuinely enjoyed your time and when you returned, Tenya was eager to hear what had happened.

The basis of your relationship was honesty and open communication, and you extended this courtesy to his family. Especially with his father who asked you specific questions regarding your dreams and goals for the future. He also asked you about your romantic life both with his son and any past partners you had.

The two of you managed to keep each other in balance and more importantly, worked around your busy schedules. Between your academic and personal lives, it was tricky to maintain your romantic life. But Tenya always made time to show you how much he and, to an extent, his family cared and loved you.

#tenya x female reader #iida x fem!reader #iida x female reader #tenya x you #iida x reader #iida x y/n #tenya x y/n #bnha x you #bnha x reader #bnha x y/n #tenya x reader #iida x you #faulty writes: tenya iida: 23 #faulty writes: tenya iida: headcanons: 23