#cant wait to skip fucking lunch tomorrow and my excuse is
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Killer x Reader
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notes: this thing is kind off big, even though is my first fanfic here, I'm actually proud of how it turned out. Criticism is appreciated. Thank you.
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Doctor's orders
Not long ago you joined the Kid Pirates. Not that you had a choice since Kid wouldn't stop annoying you until you said yes. Well, long story short: they needed a medic and you were... "available". They weren't bad people so you grew close quite quickly.
You skipped breakfast today and right now you were organizing the medicine cabinets at the medic room. When you first arrived this place was practically an empty room and most of the medicine was expired, it was a mess. You still wonder how this crew survived so long without you.
"OI Y/N!!!" You heard your captain calling just before he interrupted your thoughts by kicking the door to your small haven. He had Killer's arm around his shoulders to support him. You looked at them with a calm expression and said "Yes captain?" with a bit of worry in your voice. "Can you take a look at Killer? I think he has a fever or somethn'" That's odd, none of the crew members looked like they could get sick so easily. "Of course." You said putting the medicine back in the cabinet "Just put him on one of the beds and I'll be right there with him".
The medic room had three beds, each one separated by curtains that if completely closed blocked completely the patient from outsiders. Killer was set on the furthest bed from the door and the closest one from your small desk. You took a thermometer from inside one of your desk drawers and handed it to Killer. He understood what you wanted and, with what you felt was a glare, put the thermometer through one of the mask holes that were close to his mouth. After some time you checked the thermometer and: "You don't have a fever. Is there anything else bothering you?" He put his hands on his head and said with a tired voice while laying down "My head is fucking killing me". You hummed in acknowledgment and went to look for some pain relievers after putting the thermometer back in the drawer. .
It was no secret to anyone a board this ship that Killer had to practically babysit Kid and the other reckless members plus all the other tedious and complicated jobs that came with sailing. The ship couldn't work without Killer and Kid would probably feed most of the crew to the sharks. So you had to take extra care of him, especially since you were one of the first crewmates Kid would throw in the sea. As you turned around to give Killer the meds you saw him trying to get up and take the pills from you. You extended your hand out of his reach so he couldn't take the medicine from you. "What do you think you're doing? I told you to rest remember?" You said putting him back on the bad. "I can't rest right now, I have a bunch of things to do before we get to the next island."
You gave him a skeptical look and said "Look we all know you are a busy man but you cant keep putting work on top of your well-being. Take today off and tomorrow I'll help you with the things you have to do ok?" You gave him a small smile and tilted your head. He hesitated a bit, probably thinking about an excuse to get back to his work, but his head wouldn't stop pounding, with a sigh of defeat and a last look to your "puppy dog eyes" expression he accepted defeat and layed back down on the bed. With a victorious smile you gave him the medicine and watched he swallow it. "The pain killers will probably make you drowsy so I'll close the curtains for you. I'll wake you up for lunch so I can se how your head is doing." You said leaving no room to argue and closing the curtains. After that you heard the soft clink of metal 'He took his mask of' you briefly thought to yourself before switching the lights off and heading to the door.
Outside you found your captain waiting by the door. By the look on his face he was probably worried about Killer, before he could ask anything you said "Don't worry too much captn' it's just a headache, my guess is that he worked too much the last few days and now needs to rest". Your captain looked annoyed at you for that, but you did notice a slight blush on his cheeks when he turned around and said that he was actually just going to ask what's for lunch before stomping off. You chuckled a bit at his behavior but he had a point, Killer was usually the one who cooked so someone else had to feed the hungry beasts today.
And that someone else was you of course. Your cooking skills were nothing compared to the Straw Hat's chef of course but the crew wouldn't starve today so thats good. Today's lunch ended up being curry and rice, unbeknown to you some man shed tears because of the familiar flavour your food had. It tasted like the hug of a caring mother after a rough day or something like that, you didn't stick around to listen to the melancholy of your crewmates.
You went back to the infirmary with a plate of food in your hands. You set the plate on your table and called out too Killer. "I brought you lunch" you said with a warm tone you didn't mean to show. He shifted on the bed and went to put his helmet back on. When you heard the clink of metal again you said to the soldier "Don't mind putting it back on, you won't be able to eat if you do. I'll just ask a few quick questions to see how you're doing before I go" there was silence for a moment before you heard the man behind the curtain hum in acknowledgment. You slightly opened the blinds to hand him the plate off food and started your small questionnaire
"How's your head?"
"Good" he said with a mouth full off food.
"Any other symptoms?"
"Haven't been sleeping well the last few days"
"Hmm" there was a small pause in your conversation before you decided to give him your diagnosis. "You are clearly overworked. All I can tell you is to take today off and have a good night's sleep. Go relax, read a book you something." You heard what sounded like a muffled laugh "You'll help me with my work tomorrow right?" "Yup". You heard shuffling from behind the door and the sound of something closing, not long after Killer was next to you handing you his dirty dishes. "I'll hold you to that" he said with a hint of a smirk in his voice.
To your surprise the tall man bent down so he could slightly press his mask to the side of your face as if to give you a small peck on the cheek. And as if nothing happened he left the medical room a small smile on his hidden features. You were left in shock, only leaving your startled state when you heard Kid screaming "OI KILLER! YOU GOOD? COME HELP ME WITH THIS THING" "I CAN'T!-" you heard the sweet baritone of his voice "I'M TAKING THE DAY OFF! DOCTOR'S ORDERS!"
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in the two minutes my brain was working i made this meme because i think it’s funny and while no one has told me to stop talking abt work i feel like this is lowkey accurate.
this will probably be super annoying and basically a ramble but hey ! I dont care. rondo alla turca just came on and that’s incredibly accurate of my mind rn just that super fast part. anyways. im so sorry.
hit that read more for the entire 2000+ word dissertation i wrote about work today.
so today was wild because fourth of july babey uh it didn’t start getting different until like,,,, 8 ish? mostly till then it was just regulars who are always in the park. i forgot my earmuffs so i couldn’t backpack blow when i wanted :c. nothing weird was in the bathrooms today! there was a lemonheads box in the women’s, but like,, that’s not very weird. i had several guests tell me that i was gonna have a rough day tomorrow w/ clean up and im like lol yeah Except i dont work tomorrow sorry tue-sat crew. love you. except fuck u danager. i had to get the cans along the beach and the guy that usually runs the beach comber wasn’t there so a different guy from the other park was doing it and he doesn’t run the beach comber v often and you could Tell. also this dude barely said anything to anyone except the one dude and honestly powermove. also he has Very long dreads. also this lady ? was laying like two feet away from where i had to backpack blow and she had the audacity to like, look at me? sorry lady its 8am the sun isnt even out stop sunbathing. anyways. i had to water the flowers i planted yesterday and after that it was breaktime (gang GANG) breaktime is like,, three hours after we start work but cleaning the bathrooms and backpack blowing and getting cans took forEVER. break was funny because it was just three of us in the breakroom and we were talking about the new manager who is. just a fucking asshole. he can choke. bitch. anyways. even tony doesnt like him and tony’s like so nice. i made a joke b4 we rolled out that liam could help me clean our part of the park and danager was like hey he can do that if you want to mulch and I thought it was mulching with HIm and I was like oh nO you thought hunty! i had to deal with your stupid ass yesterday! turns out it was just liam and tony and like honestly i would have done that that would have been super fun. and liam told me that he’d told tony about what happened yesterday with mulching. danager really called liam and i off of weedeating to mulch. at like, 1:30. we go on break at 2. he didnt care and was like oh you guys can just stay after and we’re like?? no?? unless we’re getting paid overtime and you dont have the power to make us do that? and liam today was like yeah if he does that shit again im leaving and tony and i agreed. im like ill walk home man. im leaving. tony said that even steve was getting pissed at him yesterday and steve’s a really chill dude. so collectively everyone’s like FUCk danager. and he came in from outside too and was like aight guys this is what we’re doing. hannah you should be able to weedwhip farther out away from your body. you hold the weedwhip too close and if you dont do that you can get a farther range. i kid you not the four of us that werent danager just started laughing. weedeaters (or weedw(h)ackers, or as ONLY danager says, weedwhips) arent very heavy. however. they do get heavy after a while, and they shake sometimes. a lot of times. We don’t get new equipment so it shakes. I’m hardly weak, but I’m also not strong enough to hold the weedeater like he said. so as soon as he said that i should be doing that everyone laughed. like i did too im like man you’re tripping. anyways. he left again, and so did two of the other guys again so it was just tony liam and i. kenny came back in and the three of us had been talking and when kenny opeend the door we all shifted so we could see who walked in, hoping it wasnt danager. kenny bust out laughing. “yall shoulda see your faces.” tony does a dramatic renactment of us all leaning forward to see who it is. oh it was great. tony liam and i were like in hysterics abt something (i think it was something rude abt danager i cant remember now). then we all headed out to do our danager assigned tasks. I went back to weedeating this one area. reminder that it IS the fourth of july, it’s like 9:30am and im weedeating this one part of the park. priorities? what are those. anyways so i do that. I see liam and tony leave to keep mulching. i keep weedeating. I did that and backpack blew the debris and then went over to the other part of the park to check cans. i checked cans again, had a super awkward situation with like 15 people near this sign. i tried to park my cart to check hte cans and EVERYONE STARED AT ME. like i know im wearing clothes specifcally chosen to be visible to cars and the public but the fuck you gotta stare at me for! anyways i got the cart and got the fuck outta there quick. I drove around more, some guy stopped me and said he thought there should be more speed limit signs. you’re right sir. drivers will see them and not care. i was checking trash in the one part of the park and i see tony and liam driving so i wave. by now it;s almost our lunch, its like 11:15. im going to check some cans that you like actually have to walk to, but i see tony driving towards me so i wait. they pull up, ask for the time. tony suggests we take a brisk walk to check the cans. we take a walk, but it’s not very fast. it’s very slow. we stopped to talk about dumb shit. liam’s apparently found a mink? on the pier? im so jealous? anyways yeah we wasted fifteen minutes looking at cans. we turn around and Danager’s walking towards us. tony grabs some trash off the ground immediately. danager doesnt even question it. he just tells us he wants someone to weedwhip or mow this one area, or at least be aware of it. tony and liam leave with dan, i head back to the shop. i hosed out the back of my cart cuz i got something FOUL in it. it may have been human poop. not sure. it was at least poop. lunch was more joking about danager. then danager came in and they started talking about muscle cramps. tony asked regular dan if he got cramps ever. dan shook his head. we dont think dan’s human. doesnt eat. doesnt SIT. only takes breaks because he’s legally required. jury is out. danager fucks off again. liam ate some of the ice cream. we chill until danager comes back in. then we leave. danager really told us to keep our weedwhips with us (also everytime liam or i say weedwhip mockingly we whip so i mean. yeah) and if we saw anything that needed weedeated to do it. ITS THE FOURTH OF JULY. THERE ARE SO MANY PEOPLE IN THE PARK. tony apparently reached for his weedeater and some lady started cussing him out. something about how there’s people around and whatever (all true) and he’s like yeah sorry i was told to but yaknow what I just wont! because it’s a holiday no one wants to weedeat. so danager told us to go clean up driftwood from the beach and tony’s like oh some of it may be big yaknow ill go with you guys. completely an excuse not to do work. it was fine. we went down to the beach. got all ten pieces of wood that were there. and we did not take them back to the shop to be dealt with. no. we may or may not have taken the trashcan full of wood to the treeline and yeeted the driftwood into the treeline/woods. then we walked back up to our carts. and didnt get in them. the three of us stood around the carts for like twenty minutes just talking instead of working. who cares honestly. i dont. as long as it’s not a habit,,, we cool. somehow we started talking abt pot and liam’s like Oh yeah i’m pretty sure everyone here gets FUCKED up on that. and tony (who’s been here for a summer) was like. oh yeah for SURE. he’s like yaknow weed’s okay. not that interesting ppl overhype it. liams like yea never done it been overed it never done it and im like never been offered, never done it. a ranger rolled by and tony’s like yo what if the ranger rolled his window down and just a cloud of pot smoke rolled out and his eyes were just red. what would we do. and we all just like essentially shrug emojid and kept talking. tony came up with the great idea to move out of the full sun into some shade. we sat in the carts in the shade and talked more abt dumb shit. we decide to eventually move and check some other areas for trash. just to look busy and also get out of an area that had a lot of people and access for a cart. so we went over to another section of the park and got trash. I had two bags, and Tony’s just like yeah as long as they see trashbags in your cart no one’s gonna care what you’re doing. We went over near that part’s bathrooms and dan and even dan was like,,, i see yall are fuckin off and i dont hate that. we actually talked with dan for a bit too. then we walked over to this area where ppl throw beercans and ““““checked”““ for trash there. skipped rocks. made stupid comments about shit. we were over there for like twenty minutes. aaaaaaaaand Danager shows up. he tells tony to go water some plants in the front. it’s 1:30 at this point, tony’s gotta go load the water, haul it out to the front, water. liam and i followed him back to the carts. he got in his cart, looked around to make sure dan was gone and did the finger gun to head thing and drove off. liam and i immediately were like okay we gotta figure something out we’re staying the fuck out of danager’s way. so we go to another pier and start walking it, looking for trash. we did actually pick up trash. there was a lot. after like fifteen minutes we headed back to the shop to take our break at 2 and danager’s on his way out and he’s like oh! hey you guys can weedwhip around the building! or clean up around the dumpsters. do something. “No use standing around for twenty minutes”. okaaaaaaaaaaaaay man. so liam and i are like oh yeah of course we’ll find something to do. FUCK I JUST REALIZED I FORGOT TO BLOW THE GRASS IN THE DRIVEWAY FUCK FUCKIJ’DJ’FKJALKJFLAKJF goddamnit. deadass sorry for abrupt switch but im sitting in my house at 10:25pm realizing i didnt get the grass in the driveway. ugh whatever. ending my regrets and back to earlier. so as soon as danager drives his way and we get far enough away both of us are like YO FUCK THAT and im immediately like.
i get as far as saying the first I from this and liam and I say the rest in unison. we share a braincell, i think. good job us. we’re both OVER IT. we throw our trashbags in the dumpster and grab pickers. we’re not sweating it but we grab some trash. i feel bad for tony cuz he’s out watering when it’s breaktime. liam says he probably wont be back till 2:25 when we have to clock out by 2:30. he wound up being right. a lot of shaking heads and muttering inbetween the four seasonals (minus dan) as soon as he was back. i clocked out and i told tony that he probably wont survive tomorrow with danager and that it was nice knowing him. tomorrow two of the techs will be back because they had today off. but it’s gonna be tony, the two techs, and danager. and possibly someone from the other park. not sure tho. like the BIGGEST oof because it’s gonna be a full day of trash cleanup and they’ve got danager there. and danager works the same shift as tony so anyday tony’s in, so it danager. the sat-thur crew got lucky. he told liam and i that on saturdays, the techs are out b/c weekends. it was just tony and someone from the other park and they’d. get the trash. trashbags and ground trash. and then fuck off in the breakroom. you can’t weedeat or cut on weekends. there’s not much to do if there’s not trash. they deadass would nap. and now they’re SCREWED because danager’s there. i’m so sad the one guy from the other park wasn’t there today. I can not WAIT to find out what he thinks of danager. fascinating. i almost worked tomorrow too, of my own request because I missed so much. but im sO Glad i didnt i do not want to spend anytime around danager that i dont have to. he fucking sucks. anyways. working my first ever fourth of july was,,, eventful. it mostly consisted of trying to avoid danager and kicking it with liam and tony. and that’s stellar. I really like both of them. i love my fucking coworkers. except danager. fuck you. also! no one offered us food :( apparently there is usually good food ppl offer to you and :( :( i didnt get food. oh today at work was wild. im so sorry for this post. it’s a hefty one. is this the longest post i’ve ever made on tumblr? yes. if you made it this far good job. I saw two REALly great dogs. the one looked like a bear. the other was a gsd. good job. god i love this job.
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