#cleaning wounds trope hehe

[roses-for-rosalyn]

Cowboys

Ellie x reader (for now)

Part 2

summary: A stranger comes to your door- it turns out it's not one of your usual encounters cw: guns, cowboy lingo, fem! reader, cowboy crossdresser Ellie, eventual smut, blood, injuries, your average confusing lesbianism, eventual smut, no use of y/n wc: 3.6k

for those who prefer ao3 <3 gotchu minors DNI (I will steal all you pillowcases)

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Nothing could beat the beauty of the sunset in the desert. Purples, blues, oranges, and yellows swirled together to paint a new masterpiece every night. And every night you would sit on your small, wooden porch with a cup of tea and watch as the sun slowly sinks into the horizon. Tonight was no exception. 

The sky becomes darker and darker until the moon and the stars come out, bathing the desert in a silver light. You struggle with the stubborn, old front door for a moment before you step into your little ranch house.

A chill runs through you as the temperature outside rapidly declines. You kneel in front of the fireplace and use the little kindling you have for a fire. It was enough to keep you warm for a few hours while you read yourself to sleep. Sometimes you felt lucky that it was a small enough house that the small fire would warm up the whole place. Your bed was just a few paces away from the mantle. 

You stand up and dust off your hands before starting to undress for bed. As you begin to unbutton your bodice a knock sounds from the front door. 

You scramble for your rifle by your bedside and check to make sure it’s loaded. You peek through one of your front windows to catch a glimpse of the mysterious stranger. At this hour and on the edge of town, your visitors weren’t usually friendly. 

It seems a cowboy has paid you a visit this evening. Haven’t seen one of those in a damn long time. A gun is proudly holstered on his hip next to a lasso, and his black large-brimmed hat keeps his face dark enough that you can’t quite make it out. 

He knocks again, louder. You creep up to the front door and slowly open it. Before he can process who opened the door you aim your rifle right at his chest. 

“Hands up.” You demand, your voice is surprisingly steady. 

“Woah there, I just stopped to ask for some directions.” A deep, yet feminine voice replies. It sounds like she was all too sure you weren’t going to be using that weapon on her, she didn’t even bother to move. You cock the gun, trying like hell to keep your expression blank, unphased while your entire body fills with adrenaline. She takes a step back and puts her hands up. Her hat still covers her face in shadow, it’s like confronting a ghost. 

“You should have stopped somewhere else.” You take a step towards her, closing the door behind you while keeping your vision trained on the woman. 

“You’re much different than the other women I’ve run into out here.” She looks up slightly, the moonlight illuminating pink, slightly chapped lips forming a smug smirk. “Where’s your husband, miss?”

“I swear if you don’t get back on your goddamn horse I’ll put a hole right through your chest.” she steps towards you, the muzzle of the gun pokes right under her collarbone. 

She finally looks at you, silver light exposes a sharp, feminine face dotted with freckles darkened by days in the sun. The sight of her face catches you off guard for just enough time, allowing her to grab the barrel of the rifle and pull it right out of your hands. She drops the gun and it clatters loudly to the ground, echoing through the empty desert landscape. She grabs your wrists before you can start fighting back and pins them above your head against the door with one hand. 

“There,” she grunts as you struggle against her grip, she’s surprisingly strong, “now we can have a conversation.” 

“Go to Hell.” You say, seething with rage and frustration because she was able to overpower you so easily. She shakes her head and laughs for a moment, saying something under her breath like all this trouble. 

You were just about to spit in her face when she said, “Where’s the nearest hotel darlin’?” Your eyes widen at the innocent question, slightly embarrassed. This was a first, she really just needed directions. She uses your stunned silence to talk some more, “I’ve been savin’ up so I could have a bed for the night. And I could really really use a bed tonight, miss.” You stop struggling against her grip and she lets go. She still has that stupid smirk on her face. “So if you could point me in the right direction it would be much appreciated.” 

“Head southwest, you’ll hit a trail that will lead you right into town.” You dust off your dress and straighten it out. 

“Much appreciated, darlin’.” She tips her hat and walks off toward her horse. You watch in shock as she mounts her horse and before riding away she says just loud enough, “I’ll be seein’ you.” And with a nod, she was off. 

You slowly bend down to pick up the Winchester, cradling it against your chest as you watch the stranger disappear into the night. As you head inside you wonder if you ever will see that strange woman again, and fall asleep debating whether or not you would want to.

**  **

The next morning you head to the school house. The steady feeling and sound of your horse trotting along the dirt path always forced your mind to wander elsewhere. Right now you couldn’t stop thinking about the woman from last night. The schoolhouse was right in the middle of town, would you see her again? Would she even recognize you? If she did, would she even try to talk to you?

The interaction was a bit embarrassing for you, but to be fair you had your fair share of vile men looking for trouble and hostile groups of Apache knocking on your front door. Your father had taught you how to use his Winchester rifle, the very same rifle you use now, and you mentally thanked him for it every night. You had only used it to kill one man, he wouldn’t take no for an answer and you gave him plenty of warnings. He didn’t believe your threats so now he was buried about 500 feet from the house in an unmarked grave, you were sure no one would miss a man like that. Most of the time the Apache would just come to ask questions about men passing through the area, they never tried to attack you, thankfully, but they would always come at the most ungodly hours and were quite impatient. 

Last night was a first, you had never had a cowboy knock at your door, and then she ended up being a woman. The idea of her was so intriguing and you couldn’t figure out why. For some reason, she shook you more than anyone else had since you lived out here. And you’d seen quite a lot.  

Your thoughts are interrupted as you reach town, the sound of rickety carriages, hooves against the packed dirt road, and the chatter of men in front of the Sheriff’s Office make it hard to focus. 

“Hello there, sunshine!” you hear a male voice call out. You turn towards the voice to see Jesse making his way past you on horseback, lugging today's newspapers to the apothecary. He made the trip from Sante Fe every morning. He was nice enough, you liked talking to him, but not as much as you felt like you should. The ladies at the apothecary, Dina, and Maria, would always encourage you to talk to him. They desperately wanted you to move on from your husband. He was long gone and you knew that, you were even thankful for it, which is why you were nervous to start again. You didn’t want to have to go through anything like that again. 

You wave back and smile, “Hi there, Jesse.” You decide to be polite, “Hear anything good today?” He tightens the reins of his horse and stops right next to you. 

“They struck gold in Elizabethtown, and there’s gonna be a shortage of tobacco ‘round these parts within the week because of a dust storm over in Tennessee.”

“Well, I’m sure they’ll have a panic on their hands pretty soon then. I don’t know a man here who can live without their cigars.” You smile and Jesse laughs politely at your attempt at a joke. 

“Alright, don’t want the kids to show up before I do, I'd best be headin’ to the school.” You yearned to leave this awkward conversation through any means possible. Today was not the day for small talk. 

“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow then, miss.” Your head snaps towards Jesse. You’re suddenly transported to last night and listening to the way the cowboy’s words would drip from her lips, smooth as honey “Miss”. Calm and sure even with a gun pointed right to her heart. 

You quickly snap out of it and nod politely at Jesse as you begin to part ways. You head to the schoolhouse in a hurry, the kids gave you hell if you were late. 

** **

You’re beginning to lock up the schoolhouse when you hear footsteps approaching. “Well hello there, miss.” You recognize the voice all too quickly, you don’t even need to turn around. “Was really hopin’ I’d find you here.” 

As you fish into your pocket for the key you respond, “And how exactly did you find me here?” you turn around and begin to walk past her toward your horse. She follows you. From a brief glance at her, you can see she wears a bandana to cover her face, you could only see her eyes. “You don’t even know my name.”

“I just asked those nice ladies at the apothecary if they knew the women who lived just outside of town, they were more than happy a “nice gentleman” took interest in you. They told me just about everything they knew, your name, some snippets of gossip. I’m sure if I stayed they would’ve told me your life story” You finally turn to face her, your expression unamused. She took her hat off at some point when she was talking to you, her eyes are green, radiant in the unrelenting desert sunlight. You were almost jealous. She wore a dark blue button-down that sat surprisingly flat against her chest and suspenders. She could pass for a man if she wanted to. “So, I take it you don’t have a husband then?” 

“What’s it to you?” you cross your arms, defensively.

“I was just curious, I asked last night, but you weren’t exactly in a talking mood.” You swear you can make out her smirk under the bandana. 

“No, I haven’t had a husband for quite a while. Is that what you came all the way here to ask me?” She lowers her bandana and steps towards you, backing you into your horse. 

“No, I came to ask a favor.” She hesitates for a moment, “No one here can know that I’m, um, well you know..”

“A woman?” pretty easy to piece together after seeing the bandana. 

“Yea,” She backs away from you a little. Seems like someone is embarrassed to ask a favor. “It’s just easier for me to get things this way and it’s lookin’ like I’ll be staying later than I planned so..” 

“Alright, I won’t say anything.” She opens her mouth to begin to thank you, but you weren’t about to let an opportunity like this pass you by. “But, you owe me a favor then.”

Her excited expression disappeared as quickly as it came, if you weren’t looking you could have missed it, “Um, alright, what do ya need?” 

“You know your little visit last night?” You had been cooking this proposition up all day, hoping she would run into you again. 

“Yes.”

“Well, that happens to me about every other day. I don’t want a husband, but I do need a guard dog of some kind.” You didn’t want a man in your home, but you did want the protection of one, this was the perfect opportunity, almost too perfect. 

“A guard dog?” She seems mildly offended by you comparing her to a dog.

“I’m tired of not being able to sleep because of surprise visitors. And I’ll pay you in two square meals a day, tea, and my homemade moonshine.” She does not look amused. “And I won’t tell anyone you’re a lady.”

“I don’t know-”

“I know you’re almost out of money, I’m sure Tommy is bleeding you dry as an outside visitor. I won’t charge you anything.” Something in her loosens, you can see it.

“So do I sleep on your floor?”

“Or outside if you’d like, makes no difference to me. There’s a fire pit out there for ya” You turn around and mount your horse, eager to get home. “We got a deal?” You reach your hand down towards her. She hesitates before shaking it. 

“I’m Ellie by the way.” You nod

“Alright Ellie, I’ll see you at my house then. I trust you’re familiar with the address” She just nods, slightly shocked. You smile and then head off, the comforting sound of hoofbeats clearing the thoughts in your head. On the way home you tend to just listen to the sounds of the desert. After a day of loud, squealing children it was healing. You’re sure you’d go crazy if you lived in town. 

** **

You had just finished making your evening tea when you heard a knock on your door. For the first time in a long time, you don’t go into fight or flight mode. You open the door with a smile, part of you is surprised she even showed up. Your proposition was a little ridiculous, but that truly shows how desperate you are. 

“Hello there stranger.” You are really pushing it with this attitude, you can tell, but something in you likes it when she gets annoyed. 

“Hi.” She takes off her hat and lowers her bandana, something you’ve observed as a habit of hers, one of respect possibly. “So am I sleepin’ with the rattlesnakes or on your floor?” 

“You get bit by a rattlesnake come to me and I’ll suck the venom out myself. Until then you best set up camp before dark darlin’.” You smile at her sweetly. 

“Figured as much.” She smirks and walks away to set up camp.

“Dinner’ll be ready in 20 minutes. I hope ya like stew.” You call out to her. “Oh, and there’s a spring out back if you need any water!” 

** **

The stew finally thickens up to the way you like it, you pour it into two bowls and quickly slurp up your serving. Didn’t taste amazing, but it was food. 

You open your front door to bring Ellie her food and see that she’s already started a fire, she’s sipping from a silver flask just staring at the flames. 

You approach and wordlessly hand her a bowl of stew and a spoon. She looks up at you “You gonna eat?” 

“No, I- uh already ate.” More like inhaled but she didn’t need to know that. You point at her flask. “What’s in there?” 

“You’re tellin’ me you don’t know what’s in here?” She raises her eyebrows.

“I know it’s liquor, Ellie, I’m just askin’ what kind.” Her confused expression drops.

“Whiskey.” She looks at the flask in her hand, then at you. “Want some?” She clearly did not want to offer it to you. But you sit down next to her and reach your hand out for it. 

“Hand it over.” She hands you the flask. The metal was cool to the touch, almost shocking after the desert heat all day. You take a sip and the liquor burns its way down your throat, and your face scrunches a little. You were used to shooting whiskey, but this was particularly terrible, even worse than your moonshine. “Wow, that’s pretty awful.”

Ellie laughs between bites of stew, “You’re stew isn’t the greatest thing I’ve tasted either.”

“Hey!” You lightly punch her shoulder. She giggles even more. “You’re welcome for the food by the way.” You take another swig of whiskey and then hand the flask back to the cowgirl. 

“Thank you,” she takes the flask, “for the meal.” she hands you her empty bowl. “And a place to stay, even if it’s outside.” 

“We’ll see, maybe you’ll earn your way inside.” You take her bowl and turn to head inside. 

“Is that a challenge?” She calls after you. 

“Maybe.” You call back. 

You step inside and immediately undress for bed, the whiskey making your eyes droop closed. You can barely get your buttons undone before you fall into bed, for the first time in a while, not having to worry about dangerous strangers knocking down your door.  

** **

You wake up to a hasty knock coming from the front door. It’s still dark outside. You weren’t supposed to have to deal with this anymore. You grab your rifle and don’t even bother checking who is at the door simply out of annoyance. Would have bit you in the ass later if it was a surprise visitor. You open the door and cock the rifle. To your astonishment, you open the door to Ellie, holding her side. There’s a dark stain forming under her hands, her face is bloody and bruised. And yet she’s got a smug yet pained smile on her face. “This how you’re always gonna greet me?” 

“Jesus Ellie,” you usher her inside quickly. “What happened?” 

“You got some visitors, a group of Apache men.” She sits down in one of your wooden dining room chairs. You rush over to grab the small medical kit you had managed to fashion over the years. “They wanted to see you in particular, when I told them you weren’t accepting visitors they sort of attacked me. It was one versus six” 

“They don’t trust many people.” You undo Ellie’s suspenders and begin unbuttoning her shirt without even thinking. “Most folks round here shoot first and ask questions later, they don’t have any respect or patience for a stubborn cowboy.” You walk over, grab a candle and some matches, and light it so you can see. “Can’t say I blame them. I am sorry though I’d thought they’d see your gun and back off” 

“That is real optimistic of ya.” You remove her right arm from the sleeve of her shirt. She is wearing some sort of binding around her chest- so that’s how she’s managed to pass for a man. 

“Wow, that’s a big word for you.” You smirk at her as you clean your hands with some moonshine. 

“Really? I’m bleedin’ out and you’re making fun of me?” You press gauze to her wound, she hisses through her teeth. 

“Please, you’re not bleeding out. Shouldn’t even need stitches, just some cleaning and dressing.” You look up at her, you’re not quite sure, but even in the dim candlelight, you could swear she was blushing. You wouldn’t dare mention it when she’s already made herself so vulnerable. 

“Now for the hard part.” You take out a small bottle of vinegar. 

“Alright.” Ellie leans back in the chair, ready for the sting of the vinegar. 

“Here.” You take her left hand and place it on your shoulder. “Squeeze if you need to.” She nods and you take that as your cue to begin. You pour the vinegar on the wound and you watch as her abs contract, her hand squeezes your shoulder, pretty hard, but you know she was trying not to hurt you, even in pain. 

You stand up and gently wrap a few layers of gauze around her mid-section, just in case it starts bleeding again during the night. You were so, so close to her, you could feel the heat radiating from her skin. “You always wear that?” 

“Wear what?”

“The-the bandages, round your chest.” She looks down at them like she almost forgot they were there. Suddenly you realize how personal that question must be. “Sorry, I shouldn’t said anything. You don’t have to answer” 

“No, It’s alright. I don’t mind. Yes, I’ve worn this for a while now, easier to get around when you look like a man.” You nod and finish wrapping the gauze around her and pin it in place. You put a bit of vinegar on a piece of gauze and begin cleaning the cuts on her face. “Oh, you don’t need to do that, miss.”

“Please just let me clean off your face. Were you planning on walkin’ around town tomorrow with dried blood on your cheeks?” She opens her mouth to say something but closes it. She’s quiet as you gently clean her face, you can see every freckle, every scar, her eyes shining in the candlelight. It was odd being this close to her. You had never felt comfortable being this physically close to someone. Her warmth almost invited you in, made you want to press your nose to her neck, run your hands across her skin, feeling along all the freckles and scars, memorizing the spot of each one. you wanted to know her in a way you have never wanted to know anybody else.

“Hey,” a gentle voice grounds you back into reality. “I think my face is clean.” She smiles softly. She was right, at some point, you had gotten her face completely clean, you’re not sure how long she let you drag the cloth across her freckled cheeks before she said something. 

“Yeah, sorry.” You back away and put the blood-soaked gauze in the burn pile. “You should sleep in here. Don’t think anyone else will be coming tonight. I’ll go get your bedroll.” Ellie just nods and you go out to grab her things. 

You hurry back and set up her bedroll on the floor right next to your bed. She makes her way to it and sits down on the floor with a thud, careful to not contort her body in a way that could re-open the wound. She collapses onto the wool blankets. When you’re sure she’s settled you place your rifle back next to your bed and fall into your mattress, knowing you’ll be exhausted tomorrow.

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[zayneslady]

hey!! loved that angst fic you wrote xx can i request the boys reaction to when the reader/mc and them are in an argument, and they accidentally said something extremely hurtful and it made reader cry. make the boys regret it so much pls hehe😼 thank you 💗

warnings: angst, open ending again hehe and again, reader is not MC

characters: Zayn, Xavier, Rafayel x reader (separately)

a/n: my first request *-* thank you so much! This exact trope is one of my favorites. I hope you enjoy it! Get your tissues ready! Also thank you to everyone's support in my first post! I'm so happy! ❤️

Classification: scenarios

ZAYNE ❄️

You didn't want to admit it, but you were sick. During the day you felt a little sore in your throat and your nose was stuffy. Arriving at Zayne's house after work, it was more than obvious that you had a fever. Your face was red and the chills running through your body made you shiver. 

There was nothing else to do, you would miss work tomorrow to fully recover. Furthermore, with the care of your loving doctor, you knew you'd be fine in no time. So you quickly took a shower and after drying your hair, you grabbed a blanket and curled up on the couch with a cold patch on your forehead, waiting for Zayne patiently. 

To your surprise, he arrived at a normal time and your heart vibrated with joy when you saw him enter. He had his head low as he stepped out of his shoes and closed the door behind him. 

"Zayne! Welcome back! How was your day?” You greeted him as he shrugged his coat off. “Guess what," you said, giggling softly because it was quite obvious by your funny voice that you were sick. "I got a little sick after yesterday's ra- 

You jumped a little when Zayne suddenly groaned, whipping his head up to look at you. “Oh my Lord,” he said, annoyed. “Can't you see I'm fucking tired? You do not know when you shut your damned mouth? I can't stand you! Why are you so clingy?” 

Your eyes widened and your face turned bright red. Your mind went blank and you didn't notice the tears streaming down your face until Zayne's face changed from complete anger to guilt. He looked at you from the door as if he didn't know what had happened just now. He didn't recognize himself. How did he dare to talk to you like that when you-

He gasped softly, “you're sick.”

You tried to clean your tears with your hands as you got up from the couch. Zayne made an attempt to come close to you, but you quickly ran to the bedroom only to come back after a couple of minutes with your shoes and coat on. 

“Excuse me,” you said, as you approached the door. 

“What? Where are you going like this? You need to rest.”

You nodded, trying to keep some distance from him. “I know. I'll rest back home. So please move.”

“Stay here. I'll take care of you,” he grabbed your hand and more tears fell down. How could he talk so sweetly right now after what he said. 

You shook your head, pulling your hand away and pushing him aside so you could open the door. “I don't need you, Zayne. Not when you can't stand me.”

“I was wrong, please.”

“I was wrong too. Goodbye, Zayne.”

XAVIER ⭐

“My poor Xavier,” you mumbled, gently cleaning a wound in Xavier's side. You winced when he did and your heart broke. You knew perfectly well that this could happen because of his line of work, but you felt terrible every time he came home hurt. “Oh, Xav, is it too painful?” You asked as you started to bandage him. 

He shook his head, breathing heavily and resting his head against the pillow on his bed. “It could be worse. Thank you for helping out.” 

“No need to thank me,” you said, smiling at him as you placed a tender and loving hand over his now bandaged wound. “I wish you didn't have to do this. It's so dangerous.” 

Your words had no poison. You clearly didn't want Xavier to suffer in any way. Why couldn't he have a regular, safe job? Maybe he's just strong because he has to protect everyone. You said those words from the bottom of your warm heart, so you were more than surprised to hear Xavier's response:

“What? Are you saying I'm weak?” He spat and you blinked. 

“N-No! I'm just saying that I wish you had another job because- 

“Is that so? So you rather have a bunch of wanderers attacking innocent people? Just because you don't want me to get hurt?” 

“It's- It's not like that! I never said that. I just get worried sick for you and-

“Maybe I should really stop, huh? Just turn a blind eye to everything that's happening like egoist people like you di.”

He just kept vomiting out words, one harsher than the last. Every time you tried to speak and fix this misunderstanding, his irrational words drowned out your voice and it made something heavy and nauseating settle in your stomach. This was not going to end well in any way. 

“Xavier, my love, please listen to me. I do not- 

“Maybe one day a wanderer will actually kill you. And believe me, I won't even bat an eye at you,” he said, crossing his arms and turning his head away from you. 

Your eyes had never filled with tears as quickly as that moment. Your body began to shake with suppressed sobs as you felt heat and disappointment throughout your body. Did Xavier just... wish for your death? And in the hands of a creature as horrible as a wanderer? 

“Oh no,” he suddenly said and you flinched when you felt his touch against your cheek. “I am so, so sorry.” You cried a little harder before getting up from his bed. “W-Wait, my star. Please, I'm sorry.”

No words came out. You simply grabbed your bag and left the room.

He called your name and then groaned in pain as he tried to move. “Pl-please, come back! Where-

You couldn't hear more of his words as you closed the door of his apartment. Did this mean the end? You truly thought so. 

Rafayel 🐠

"Ah, welcome back, Rafayel!" The amount of excitement that rushed through your body whenever your eyes landed on him was almost overwhelming. It wasn't that you hadn't seen him in a long time, but a second without him felt like a century. 

His eyes, usually warm and sparkling, looked cold and even angry at seeing you in his house. "Hello," he said dryly as he closed the door behind him. You frowned slightly. "What are you doing here?" 

"Hmm, nothing much. I just wanted to visit you. Is that alright?" 

He sighed, placing a paper bag on the table. "Yeah, sure. I gave you a key after all."

You cleared your throat, nodding awkwardly. "Did... you have a good day?" 

He sighed again and shook his head as he stepped out of his shoes. "I didn't. It was terrible for the very first moment I opened my eyes. You see," he started and you nodded, listening carefully. "I overslept so I lost precious time for my painting. Then I didn't have time to eat so I didn't eat anything but a piece of bread."

You immediately got up to make dinner for him, maybe after eating he'd feel better? 

"And the worst thing was," he said, collapsing onto his couch. "I couldn't find my emerald green paint so I had to go all the way to the art store and get a new one! Ugh!" 

You blinked, frowning a little. "Your emerald green?" 

"That's what I said."

"Hmm, I'm very sure I put it in all of your greens?" You left the ingredients aside as you walked to the paints. "Here it is." 

He got up and looked at you with an astonished expression. Confusion quickly turned into anger and he was yelling at you in a second. "Why didn't you tell me?!"

"You saw me last night!" You explained, carefully leaving the paint back in place. "You said you wanted your paints to be more organized and I asked you if I could help you out! You even told me you liked how I organized it by colors!" 

Rafayel let out a frustrated sigh as a hand carded through his hair. "I can't believe I just lost all of that precious time because of your stupid mistake!"

"Excuse me?"

"Every time you try to help, you just mess things up! Can't you keep your little hands to yourself for once? I was just stupid for letting you help me out! You are way too much, I can't stand you sometimes.”

You were stunned. He had never said anything like that about you, you couldn't even remember other times when you wanted to help him and you ruined it. Besides, it wasn't your fault. The green paint was there all along and he just hadn't taken the time to look for it properly.

You knew it wasn't your fault, but his harsh words and the anger and hatred in his eyes were too much. Tears quickly filled your eyes and began to fall down your reddened cheeks. 

Rafayel realized his mistake a bit too late. Letting out a gasp as he watched the first tear fall, he hurriedly approached you, but you backed away, putting space between the two of you. He couldn't say anything, too surprised by his own words.

What was just a moment seemed like minutes, endless hours with deafening silence. Only your sobs echoed around the entire house, until your voice, small and trembling, made him jump. 

“I won't touch your stuff again, Rafayel,” you said softly, avoiding his eyes. 

“N-No, I didn't mean-

You nod, “if you don't mind, I'll sleep in your guest room. Goodnight, Rafayel.”

Deep inside you so desperately wanted him to stop you, but he watched you disappear into the hall and never called you back.

You knew it was going to be a very cold night.

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[ja3hwa]

So random thought right...

But i can't help but think about a witch x vampire trope where the reader is some kind of witch or fae or something magical, and Mingi (@atinystraynstay gave me the idea to make it for Min hehe.) is a 400+ year ish old vampire.

To set the scene... Imagine you are this young creature just wanting a fresh start in a new town far from your coven/clan since you were banished as an outsider for having beliefs that all creatures no matter their species, should be deemed as equal.

So here you are, putting down your deposit for this abandoned manor that no one seemed to want since people had said it was haunted, people died in there blah blah. You didn't care. It was the most beautiful thing you had laid your eyes on, and it felt like you needed to be there...

You had to have it.

Once inside your newly purchased home, you found yourself wandering the halls and rooms to find any hidden gems and secrets. Unbeknownst to you, there was a basement, hiding a dark sinister truth.

A few months passed, and you've finally gotten comfortable in the home, having not even noticed the basement. Until on faithful night while you slept, you swore you could hear humming, like someone or something was tugging you awake.

Like a silent song, beckoning you to find the holder.

You manage to find a sealed entrance, covered in ruins, chains, thick wooden boards, and writing that says turn back. Do not enter.

Death lies within

Of course, you just laugh. After all, what could possibly be so dangerous? Humans were such fragile and scared little things. It was more likely to be some spell casters chambers or some orc's dungeon. Nothing you couldn't handle.

So you casted a spell, unlocking the dark tomb. What you didn't expect is to find a coffin in the centre of an eerie empty room. It was chained and had scribbles of ruins and sigals on it.

Typical witches, you thought, afraid of anything that they can't control.

You opened the coffin, removing the spells casted on it slowly, trying your best not to set off any of them. And once the lid was opened, you were faced with a gorgeous eternal looking male. His skin like porcelain, hair like silk. He was the most handsomest creature you've ever laid eyes on.

Something in your soul was calling out for you to wake him. Gift him blood so he could return to the waking world.

So you did.

Slicing your wrist, you angeled your arm aboved his slightly agaped dried out mouth. Feeding in slow droplets of blood. At first, you think your blood did nothing. But then, without another thought, your body moved quicker than lightning. Your back being slammed against the nearest wall, in a blur. Your eyes try to focus on the being in front of you, one hand holding you tightly by the waist, while another held the back of your neck. Trapping you against the concrete.

You've never felt such a painful pleasure like the one that is piercing your jugular. Two pointed teeth sinking deepering in your skin, drawing blood from your main artery, making your head dizzy.

He fed on you. Stealing slow, big gulps of your rich, thick blood. You feel a tingle in your core, something stirring in your entire system and without another whimper escaping your throat. You cilmaxed from the intense amount of power surging through your veins. Like everything in your life suddenly made sense.

And once you'd calmed down, he would finally pull away, licking your wound shut and cleaning any spilt blood he could get to before whispering softly in your ear;

"My beloved. My mate..."

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Anyways I'll go back to being on my hiatus. Hehe. ✌️

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[multi-maker]

hello! ^^

may i request an enemies to lovers with "who hurt you?" trope for kaeya ? ^^

angst but fluffy ending please ^^

thank you! have a nice day/night 💖

darling.

summary. the two of you are enemies — yet the sight of his wounded and injured form is enough for your eyes to narrow and your anger to boil.

pairings. kaeya x gender neutral! reader

notes. AAA i’m so sorry this took so long i was swamped with schoolwork </3 on another note, i hope you don’t mind i made reader say it hehe i have a thing for reader being badass! i might make a part two to this but it’s kaeya saying it instead ~ so it’s fun hehe!

kaeya alberich is infuriating, annoyingly talented and a pain in your ass. since he’s entered the knights with his adopted brother, the two of you have always been at each other’s throat. you were not like him — and he wasn’t like you. your personality clashed with his and more often than not, talks between the two of you ended up with his sword against your throat and yours against his.

jean has scolded the both of you many times to no avail and it only fueled another argument about who was causing the acting grandmaster so much stress. the two of you were like oil and water — you simply cannot co exist and the lightning passing by your eyes whenever it meets his is enough for everyone to realize that.

kaeya alberich is infuriating, but he isn’t stupid. he’s skilled, strong and he can take on a whole tribe all by himself. that’s what makes you mad. for kaeya, who you don’t see do anything besides drink in angel’s share to be on your level, someone who dedicated themselves to training and defending mondstadt, is enough to make your blood boil.

another slash of your weapon causes the mitachurl to fall and fade to dust, leaving nothing but masks and horns on it’s death. dusting away imaginary dust on your clothing, you take another look at the camp. hilichurls were banding together much closer than usual and as the captain of the knights of favonius, you were required to clean them up. not that it mattered or hindered you. hilichurls were easy preys for someone your level.

you swing your weapon around before sheathing it, starting another last patrol just in case you missed a camp. the grass underneath your boots were crushed as your sharp eyes looked around you, ears straining for a sound.

only the wind.

you were about to turn back and return to jean for your report when you spot it.

a trail of blood.

narrowing your eyes, you unsheathe your weapon. grass under you is no longer crushed by how you stealthily walk towards the source. the metallic scent of blood greets you, making you scrunch your nose unconsciously at the metallic tang of blood.

when you come across a rather familie figure slumped against a tree trunk, your thoughts leave you.

in all your years of knowing kaeya and his confident facade, you have never seen the captain look .. weak. human. despite going back with injuries, he carried himself like he usually would. prideful, confident, and strong. he’s never limped nor has he cried out or passed out in pain.

you feel a strange feeling well up within you as you stop a few feet away from him. noticing your presence, kaeya slowly looks up with a hiss at his injury, before his starry eyes meets your narrowed ones.

“ah … captain y/n?” at your presence, you see him force himself to appear strong. yet the blood seeping onto his clothes and on the damp grass says otherwise.

“captain kaeya. what a surprise to see the cavalry captain so deeply wounded that he cannot move.” you commented nonchantly as you sheathe your weapon, kneeling besides his figure. he protested when you try to take a look at his wounds, but his complaints fell on deaf ears when he sees just how furious you were.

dark and hooded eyes, bloodlust enveloping your figure. your lips is set into a thin line, displeasure written all over your beautiful face.

ah, that’s the bloodloss talking, kaeya distantly thinks.

he startles back into reality when you press his wound harshly, causing him to cry out. he sees your eyebrows furrow further, eyes darkening in the slightest.

you worked in silence as you wrapped his wound, making kaeya feel suffocated. there was never a quiet moment between the two of you, barbs and insults filling the air and the annoyance at each other’s presence tensing the air.

“not so loud now, are we captain?” he tries to chuckle but he ends up hissing in pain instead. scoffing, you sit back and assess his figure with narrowed eyes. he feels small under your watchful gaze, and shifts.

“who did this to you?”

he freezes.

the slow, controlled way of your voice is enough to raise kaeya’s walls. the darkness in your eyes and the bloodlust that is thickening the atmosphere makes him feel suffocated. your narrowed eyes makes him straighten up unconsciously, and the veins bulging from your hands because of how hard you were clenching it is making the alarms on his head blare.

“why so concerned, captain? i thought you despised me?” he jokes, wincing when your eyes sharpened and your lips to curl in distaste. wrong words to say, he thinks to himself.

the curl on your lips is merciless and horrifying in a sense that he knows a bloodbath will happen once he utters the names of those who wronged him.

“i may despise you but you are apart of mondstadt. i took an oath to grandmaster varka to protect our home, and that includes you, alberich.” you said calmly, unknowing how your words makes his heart curl in disgust and happiness at the same time.

you waste no time sweeping kaeya into a bridal carry, a feral grin slipping on your face when you notice his flustered face. though your bloodlust still lingers, you tamper it down. you don’t want to scare any of your people.

“… am i part of mondstadt?” he asks you in a voice so small, it makes you pause. your sharp gaze meets his, your eyebrow rising.

“you were birthed by another nation but mondstadt raised you. that’s enough.” you answer him, beginning your walk back to your home. it’s silent for a few moments, before his soft chuckle rings. “you aren’t so bad, captain. behind the insults and the bloodlust.” he admits, making you snicker.

“and you aren’t bad yourself, kaeya.”

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[earlgreyinpajamas]

hey! thank you so much for your blog - your merthur recs have gotten me through this month hehe. if its alright, could you please do a post on merthur: wound cleaning/baths trope please? take care xx

ahhh thank you for your kind words. i've split the ask into two sections because there's just so many fics

bathing

1. Dirty Water by objectlesson (@alienfuckeronmain)

Merlin is very glad Arthur’s back is turned to him, because he’s quite certain he’s just made a violently affronted face. He tries to school the expression, nose still wrinkled up dual fondness and disgust as he towel dries Arthur’s shoulders and blurts, “are you offering me your dirty bath water?”

Arthur reels around and glares at him. “Well, I suppose when you put it that way it hardly sounds generous. Or sanitary.”

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fhkdkfahjk i love the banter in this fic, i find that this author is really good at characterising them

2. Cold Spell by mornmeril (@mornmeril)

Gaius takes on a new apprentice. Arthur’s not amused.

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all right i will acknowledge that they were not necessarily bathing in that tub, but i am including it anyways because there was a tub and the original intention for it was a bath. and also, it's a well written jealous!arthur + misunderstandings fic

3. Rub-A-Dub-Dub, Court Sorcerer in a Tub by fifty_fifty

Written for merthurdaily's 10 Years of Merthur celebration - Day 4: Scenery/Locations.

“Merlin, you and I both know that water in the tub is stone cold. Surely you weren’t planning on presenting the King of Camelot with an ice bath? Heat it up.”

Merlin looked over at the door in confusion and reached down to picked up the buckets and started to make towards the door. Damn Arthur, now he had to go and haul another several dozen buckets of water up all those stairs, ensuring they actually were hot to begin with.

“Oh, stop running away and looking confused, Merlin. We both know you don’t need buckets.”

Merlin froze mid-step.

“Heat it up. I won’t ask again,” Arthur commanded.

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ahhhh magic reveal! and i adore how done arthur was in this fic

wound cleaning

1. Familiarer by SirTranscelot (@sir-transcelot)

At first, Arthur thinks it’s a mark left by his own clutching fingers on the back of Merlin’s neck

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dafhdajkdsa the pigeon crack!!!

2. These Scars Will Bleed by AeonTheDimensionalGirl (@aeonthedimensionalgirl)

Arthur summons Merlin to his chambers with the intention of apologizing, but he doesn’t expect him to suddenly collapse.

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ahhhh fics that address the serket sting are *chef's kiss*

3. The Map of Honor by Destina

Arthur sustains a mortal wound in battle, and makes preparations to accept his fate. Merlin has other ideas.

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i have included this because it has merlin showing off his physician knowledge he got from gains and tending to arthur. there isn't really any explicit wound cleaning, but there is bandage changing, so it counts in my books. ++ bamf!merlin basically bringing arthur back from the dead.

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[mrs-i-have-too-many-biases]

Bang Chan// Sun and Moon (-light)// Chapter four

Summary: Sun and Moon, different from another, but both unmissable in the world. The sun is warm, it provides daylight. It represents life, strength and growth. The moon, the brightest and largest object in our night sky. It makes the earth more liveable and represents admiration, change, mystery and feelings. The sun is untouchable and unreachable, but what if his ,independent, sun(-shine) becomes his world? Tropes: Enemies to Lovers Season: Spring Pairing: Bang Chan X Reader AU: | Delinquent!Female Reader | Vice President!Bang Chan | School!AU | Non!Idol AU | Genre: Fluff/ Angst Word Count: 7,4K Warnings: Themes of bullying, Themes of Abuse, swearing, insults, Requested: Yes (Reference) A/n: For the sake of the fiction, Chan is a twat in the story (his mother is very unpleasant in the story/this chapter), but only for imagines/ fiction purposes only. We all know better than that.

Y/n groaned as she cleaned her fresh cuts. Her arms ached badly as she tried to reach for her lower back. She hisses when the cloth touched her open wound. She was used to the feeling of the damp cloth dapping her skin, making it sting in process. She missed Changbin’s help at times like these. He always helped her cleaning he wounds and wrapping her up in bandages.

If it was up to Changbin he would bubble wrap her so she would be protected at all times. As she was putting away the bloody clothes, she received a message from Chan, who had given his number to her the other day.

Chan: Hi! :] Chan: Shall we discuss our date at the tutoring sess? ^^ Y/n: Yeah sure! Chan: Ngl I have the perfect date idea (≧◡≦) Y/n: You’re not going to tell me what it is, are you? Chan: hehe nope (⁀ᗢ⁀) Chan: wear something easy/casual tomorrow! Chan: Also it will be warm, but there will be a little breeze, so bring a jacket! Chan: Don’t want you to get cold Chan: And otherwise I’m giving you my jacket Chan: Hehe (=^▽^=)

To say that Y/n was beginning to feel nervous was an understatement. She’s never been on a date before and didn’t know what to expect. Especially from Chan: someone she’s known for years, but never really hung out with.

Chan: Also, I’m taking you out tomorrow after the tutoring sess Chan: So, be prepared (/^▽^)/

She threw her phone on ‘her’ bed as she went to ‘her’ closet. She silently thank Changbin for taking her out shopping the other day before he left the country. She created a pile of clothes as she ripped everything out of the closet.

Hoodies were too boring to wear, especially on her first date she felt like. Her blouses could get dirty and she didn’t know what Chan was planning. So she had no idea what he was up to.

“Something casual.” She muttered to herself. She then came across a blue leather jacket that Changbin had to buy her, because she ‘looked so fucking good’ in it. She put a black shirt with it and black ripped years, some sneakers and she was almost good to go. Loving silver accessories, she put on a silver necklace with a small dumpling hanging off it, that Changbin also gave her, but for her last birthday.

‘Because you’re my lil’ dumpling.’ He grinned that day. ‘I thought you were the little one-‘ ‘Hey!’

It was Sunday and the two were back in the Library. Chan had explained to her how he would take her to the park where he had a surprise. Before she could even ask him what the surprise was, he had suddenly taken both of their stuff, put them into his bag and he then left. He told her to wait right there as he walked off to somewhere.

Y/n felt a little like she was about to be set up.

But she sighed in relief when Chan walked back into the library. She started to burst out in laughter when she saw that Chan had changed into different clothes. He was now wearing a leather jacket, a black shirt, making his outfit unintentionally match with Y/n’s. His silver chain that dangled from his belt was now visible, since he had stuffed his shirt into his pants. Causing his features of his chest to be slightly outlined.

“I’m here to pick up a special lady to go on a special date.” Chan chirped as he magically revealed a rose into his hand that he then handed over to Y/n, who couldn’t help but blush. “Why thank you.” She said extravagantly as she batted her eyelashes, making him chuckle. “Just play along.” Chan mutters whilst shaking his head and smiling at her. “Where you taking me?” She asks him as she followed him to his car. “A surprise my love.”

She didn’t know her heart could do a somersault, but it sure felt like it did. The nickname played with her feelings and she didn’t really know how to react to it, so she turned her gaze away from him and stared out of the window. In the hope that he wouldn’t see her flustered state.

“Here we are!” Chan said with a bright smile as he held the door for her. Y/n gasped as he had taken her to Yeouido Hangang Park. 

The trees were in bloom with beautiful cherry blossoms, it was a view you just couldn’t take your eyes off. Especially in spring when it was just too lovely to not go outside. Y/n laughed when Chan revealed a braided basket and a blanket and pillows that he, tried to, hold. She rushed to him and took half of the stuff, before Chan lead the way to the perfect spot he had chosen. They were lucky since it wasn’t too crowded.

The two sat in silence after they had settled the blankets and the pillows. When their eyes locked, they burst out in laughter, because it still felt a little awkward. He got her attention when he gasped, muttering something about a thing that he almost forgot. Suddenly there was a plate settled in the middle of the two, and she burst out in another fit of laughter when Chan dramatically revealed the chocolate covered strawberries.

“But wait, it gets even better!” Chan chirped as he reached into the basked once again and got out a couple club sandwiches, which Y/n had to hold herself from squealing. He also brought juices and some games they could play together.

The date had only just started but Y/n felt like she would have a great time.

The time went quite fast as they enjoyed their time together on their date. Chan was very different on the date then he was at school. She had to remind herself that he was only acting like this because he wanted to give her the experience of an actual date, for some reason. She still hadn’t figured out why Chan did all of this, but at the moment she didn’t wanted to worry about that. She wanted to enjoy her wonderful time with the guy who she usually called annoying and a twat.

The sandwiched he had made were delicious as well. They were richly filled with chicken, lettuce, some tomatoes and a sweet, yet a little spicy sauce that gave the sandwich a twist.

“… I don’t believe you. You must’ve bought those.” She argued after finishing her sandwich. “I actually made them.” “I still don’t believe you.” She huffed playfully. “Alright, next time we hang out, you will come to my place and I will show you how much of a great cook I am.” Chan offered, sticking his hand out for her to seal the deal, which she obviously did. She believed him for the first time, but hey. Who would turn down a good deal for food being made for you?

The two also got multiple stare from other people who would pass them. Y/n and Chan looked like an actual couple, which made other people swoon over ‘young love’. The pair would just share a glance and start laughing at each other, because this must look ridiculously cute.

‘Who doesn’t want a date with someone like Chan? He’s handsome, he’s thoughtful, he’s- since when did I start noticing that?’ She asked herself as she caught herself swooning over Chan in her mind. 

She looked at him as he was too busy reading the UNO instructions. Even when he was focused, he was still cute. His cheeks were a little puffed from eating and his lips formed a small pout as he tried to understand the rules of the game they wanted to play.

Y/n didn’t notice how Chan had been shamelessly staring at he as well. He claimed that the light made her appear more beautiful than she usually looked, that’s what he tried to convince himself at least. He knew she wasn’t ugly, she was far from that. She had a particular kind of beauty that seemed to attract him. Maybe it was the fact that she showed him a different side of herself, only to him at the moment. She opened up to him and that made him feel attracted to her. As if she was only showing her true self to him.

He couldn’t deny that he didn’t like it, because he felt quite honoured to be exact.

As she munched on one of her strawberries, she was talking and he noticed how warm she could be, whilst she spoke about her love for cherry blossom trees. It made her feel warm and fuzzy on the inside and she loved spring in general. “Me too! It’s so colourful and beautiful.” Chan exclaimed, causing Y/n to ‘flap’ her hands in excitant. “I love spring, but Autumn is also amazing. It’s nice and chilly and the perfect weather for-“ “-sweaters!’ “Exactly!” She exclaimed happily, not ever thinking that she would bond with Bang Chan. Someone she highly disliked not even a month ago.

“Let’s take some pictures!” Chan offered, making her look at him in confusion. “What? Everyone does it on their dates!” Chan chirped as he stood up, only for her too keep staring at him as he moved around. “C’mon!” He laughed as he signed for her to stand next to him. She slowly got up and shyly stood next to him. He was smiling brightly into the camera, whilst Y/n on the other hand, her face behind her hands shyly, causing Chan to smile even brighter at her cuteness. “C’mon, show your face! You look great!” He complimented, making her slowly drop her hands as she smiled towards the camera, tilting her head a little towards Chan, making it almost seem as if she was leaning onto his shoulder.

The two would look at the pictures and pick out the best ones. The pink background made the picture look even better and Y/n couldn’t help but stare at the.

Later the pair starts to talk about music they liked and eventually Chan got out his Air pods and gave one to Y/n, so they could listen together. They would sit closer together as they enjoyed Chan’s playlist, which mostly was made of Ed Sheeran songs, which she liked listening to, since they gave the mood some softness.

“Do you want to listen to something? We’ve been listening to my playlist-“ “No it’s fine, we have a similar taste in music I guess.” She giggled as the song shuffled to another love song of Ed Sheeran’s. Chan smiled to himself as he looked to the ground before he got up on his feet.

“Can I have this dance my love?” Chan asked as ‘Perfect’ was playing through the Air pods. She laughed and took Chan’s hand that was stuck out to her. He held her by her waist as he pulled her closer to his body, moving slowly in sink on the beat of the music that was softly playing. The pair didn’t dare to look each other in the eye. Instead she had her head rested on his chest, his head resting slightly on hers.

He hoped that she didn’t feel his heart racing, he was so nervous to take her out. He had been acting confident, but he was shaking in fear to be honest. She looked absolutely gorgeous and he reminded himself to compliment her more on it, because she was one of the prettiest girls he’s ever seen and known. Chan looked down at Y/n when she moved slightly away from him. His heart was beating harder in his chest as she looked him straight in the eye.

They stopped and stared at each other, feeling like the world had stopped for a moment and it was only the two of them. But in reality, they were being watched like a stalker by Sooyun. She was studying in the library as well and was planning on talking to Chan when he walked away from Y/n. But to her surprise he just passed her, whilst looking very handsome in his leather jacket and other regular clothes. She was offended that he didn’t talk to her. She turned around with a huff to see him returning to where Y/n was sitting. Sooyun couldn’t believe her eyes.

‘That’s why she’s dressed like that.’ She thought to herself as she felt jealousy taking over her.

Her jealousy intensified when she saw Y/n smile brightly at the flower she was just handed. And before Sooyun knew it she had followed them to the park. She wasn’t sure what she was doing, all she knew was that this needed to be stopped.

‘Chan shouldn’t be with a bitch like her. If she could just mind her own fucking business it would’ve been me that was taken out on a date with him.’ She said to herself as she sat behind a tree.

Sooyun: What is Chan doing with Y/n? Minho: Why do you care? Sooyun: None of your business Sooyun: I was just wondering because they were in the park Minho: In the park? Minho: What are they doing there? Sooyun: I don’t know Sooyun: Seems like they’re on a date Minho: Wtf Sooyun: same

Sooyun would smirk to herself.

‘Trap set.’

Her smirk would quickly disappear when she heard Y/n squeal as it suddenly started to downpour.

Y/n was still in Chan’s arms as they listened to the music that was playing, dancing romantically in the rain. She giggled and held Chan tighter, both of them not caring that they got soaked. She saw him smirk all of the sudden and felt his grip on her waist tighten as he twirled her around, making her squeal even louder.

“I never knew you were such a romanticist.” “There are a lot of things that you don’t know about me miss Y/n.” He said with a smirk. “Then tell me more.” She smirked back as she wrapped her arms around his neck this time. The two looked each other deeply in the eye, getting lost in their feelings as one of them started to slowly lean in. Suddenly Y/n winced in pain and jumped in shock when she felt something hitting her head.

“What happened?” He asked worried. “I don’t know, something hit my head.” “I can’t see what it is, the rain makes my vision blurry- speaking off. Want to go to my place? It’s much warmer and dryer there.” He offered with a giggle when he felt his clothes stick to his body. “I mean, I don’t have other clothes with me though-“ “Don’t worry, I got you.” He smiled.

They stuffed the basket before running back to the car, leaving Sooyun huffing and sulking in the middle of the rain.

“Nice job Sooyun, now she’s going to his place.” She whined, mentally scolding herself.

The ride to his place was rather short. So far, she has really enjoyed her time with him and she was surprised at how well he had been playing his roll. About ten minutes later they were in front of a big flat complex that stood bigger and taller than Changbin’s. She had to take the view in for a second and let it sink in. Chan would take her by her hand and drag her basically to his apartment. Which was, unsurprisingly, huge as well. The windows were standing tall and the room was very bright, even though the storm clouded the sunlight from entering the apartment.

“I’ll go get you some towels and we can shower.” Chan said as he rushed around. “Excuse me-“ “I’m sorry that came out wrong. We have multiple bathrooms. I didn’t mean it as in showering together. Fuck no- that came out wrong as well. I didn’t mean it as in you’re bad looking, you’re far from that- maybe I should just shut up for now. I’m blaming the cold for this.” Chan sighed, making her burst out in laughter.

“The bathroom is right there, you can use the towels in the cabinets under the sink- I’ll be downstairs when you’re ready.” “Chan?” “Yes?” He said as he stopped himself from leaving the room. “Clothes?” “I really am fine, I swear. I’ll go get you something.”

Before she knew it, Chan had returned with the biggest hoodie she has ever seen in her entire life. “I think that it would almost be like a dress on you. I also put a blanket right there if you want to cover up your legs, I wouldn’t care- Uh you just go shower now, I will also be heading to a different bathroom, to shower cause I’m cold as fuck.” “Thanks Channie!” The nickname slipped from her lips, but he didn’t seem to mind it. Instead he smiled and winked to her as he exit the room, leaving Y/n to shower.

The water felt comforting and nice on her skin as it warmed her up. Shortly after she tried her hair as much as possible before brushing it and diving into the big hoodie Chan had laid out for her. She laughed as she looked at herself in the mirror. She was almost drowning in the hoodie, she looked very short as well since the hoodie came almost to her calves. She tidied up her used stuff before walking downstairs, the blanket wrapped around her waist to cover up her legs as well, since she heard more voices.

“There you are! Mom this is Y/n!” Chan suddenly cheered. His mother slapped the back of her son’s head when she saw what he had given her for clothes. “You left her like that!” “It was the best I had okay!” Chan argued back. “Don’t worry dear, I have your clothes in the washing machine and I’ll put them in the dryer later.” She said kindly before leaving her and Chan alone again. Y/n thanked her shyly as she sat down next to Chan, feeling embarrassed and timid, because of the way she looked.

Chan had yet again, never seen her like this and he couldn’t help but smile at her cuteness. “Sorry about me not offering you my sweatpants, but most of them have to be washed and the others are actually uncomfortable, not that you think that I’m a weirdo or anything.” Chan explained with a nervous chuckle. “Calm down, I get it. I don’t even know if I would fit them. Besides, I feel like a little dumpling.” She giggled as she hugged her knees to her chest, covering her legs with the bottom part of the hoodie, turning her into a blob of softness. Chan’s heart felt softer as ever and he couldn’t help but express those feelings, by throwing himself back on the couch, whilst clutching his chest dramatically.

“You’re so cute what are you doing to me.” He cried out playfully, making her throw a pillow to his head, causing him to laugh as well. “Shush. Now, tell me mister Bang. What is it that I don’t know about you?” Y/n asked in expectation. “Well, I love music.” “That I didn’t know, but I’m not really surprised.” Y/n laughed. “Oh how come?” Chan asked, now waiting in expectation for her answer. “We literally listened to music and talked about music earlier in the park!” She laughed, which intensified when his face turned to realisation.

“That’s true.” “You have to keep in mind Chan, that you have tons of fans, who love to scream and fangirl about little facts they find out about you, in the middle of the hallways, in class, anywhere. I can’t even go to the bathroom in peace, without someone yelling something inappropriate about your abs or arms.” “What?” He asked flustered. “Don’t ask, I don’t know either.” She laughed with her hands up in defence.

“Well, you seem to know a lot about me.” Chan smirked. “Trust me, I’ve heard things about you, that you don’t even want to know.” She laughed. “Are there things about you then, that I don’t know?”

‘You have no idea.’

“I also love music, as in a way of I can play loads of instruments.” “Really? Do you want to play something?” Y/n wouldn’t turn down an offer to play music, since she wasn’t able to do it back home, so she took Chan’s offer and he went to his room to get his guitar.

She started to play a song that was all too familiar to Chan. “That’s my favourite song in the world.” Chan exclaimed after she finished playing ‘Tenerife sea’. “Really? I love the song as well, I love the guitar play in it, it’s just so soothing and harmonic.” “Right!” Chan exclaimed once again.

“Is the guitar the only thing you play?” Chan’s mother, who suddenly walked back into the living room, asked. “No, I can also play the piano, bass guitar, I can drum and I also play the ukulele and the violin.” “Wow.” “Impressive- I also see that you have tattoos.” She said when noticing her arms, her sleeves were rolled up because she was playing. “Yeah.” Y/n said, out of nowhere feeling a thick atmosphere. “Do you only play pop music?” “I teach myself everything, so mostly yes.” Y/n answered. “Chan was trained in classical music, it’s a shame that he doesn’t use those skills for a better good, but I guess that’s his loss.” She said, making the atmosphere even thicker.

“Mom, I think Y/n and I will be going upstairs. I want to show her my other instruments.” Chan said before dragging his date upstairs.

“I’m sorry.” He says in embarrassment. “No it’s, okay- wow.” Y/n exclaimed when she walked into Chan’s room. The room was decorated quite simple, there two different rooms, that were apparently Chan’s. He had one where he saved his equipment and instruments, and the other one is where he had his computer set up and where he of course slept.

Y/n was just in awe as she walked in, also too scared to touch anything, because at that moment she actually realised how rich Chan was. She suddenly felt intimidated about his status. She noticed that his mom was basically inspecting her. Luckily, she wasn’t actually dating Chan, the poor girls probably had to live up to a certain standard to date the Bang Chan.

He told her to take a seat wherever and was about to close the door, when suddenly the door was stopped and pairs of little paws were running around. The dog went straight towards Y/n and Chan saw he face lit up when his dog greeted the stranger happily. “Hello! Who are you! Oh, aren’t you a pretty girl!” Y/n squealed. “’Hi, I’m Berry and you shall be my new best friend!’” Chan said in a fake voice as Y/n continued to pet Berry enthusiastically.

“Berry- come here!” They heard a young female voice in the hallways, making Berry run away from the pair again, leaving them be. “Your room is huge.” Y/n exclaimed once again when there was a period of silence. “I know, it’s pretty dramatic to be honest. I’m not complaining though.” Chan chuckled. “Chan!” A young male voice boomed through the hallway. “Yes!” “I’ll be in your music room!” “Okay Lucas!” Chan yelled back, before they heard a door shut.

“How many siblings do you have?” She asked. “Two, excluding Berry of course. That’s my baby.” Chan laughed. “Lucas is the youngest and Hannah is the middle child. In total we’re with five people. It’s a blast.” “I’ve never had siblings. I bet that there is always something happening.” “There is, the other day we had a ‘dad joke’ competition. We could only communicate with puns and dad jokes in exchange for what we actually want to say or ask.” “Really? Shoot your best shot.” She dared him with a smirk. “You know I don’t really trust trees.” “Same, they seem kind of shady-“ “You’re not supposed to finish my joke!” Chan whined, leaving Y/n in a fit of laughter.

Their laughing fit would be interrupted by Chan’s mother who had Y/n’s clothes ready for her. “Your jacket had a stain on it, so it’s still washing. I think it will be done and dry within forty-five minutes.” “Thank you, ma’am.” “You’re welcome.” She mutters before walking out again. Chan handed her now freshly washed pants and they just stood there awkwardly. “You can go to the bathroom if you want to change?” “Nah, just turn around. I don’t want to walk around in a dress of a hoodie, that makes me look like a walking potato sack through the house, that’s full of people that I don’t know.” “Fair enough.” Chan chuckled before he turned away from her.

Y/n struggled to get her pants on, that shrunk a little in the dryer, making her have to squish herself into her pants. Eventually she lost balance and fell onto the floor, shocking Chan and making him turn around worriedly. “Are you okay? What happened?” He asked whilst laughing as she was laughing her ass off as well, while her pants were up to her thighs. “Dried, shrunk pants are hard to get on, okay!” She laughed, tears streaming down her face form laughing so much. Chan helped her back on her feet and held onto her waist as she was about to fall once again. “Thanks.” She tried to say, whilst catching her breath.

She continued to lift her pants past her thighs before she told Chan to turn around again so she could wear her own shirt. Chan turned around, but he couldn’t help but notice from the corner of his eye the bruises that covered her back. He felt rude for staring, but he couldn’t seem to take her eyes off her figure. Her hands would straighten her shirt and he noticed, after a whole day being together that her knuckles were bruised as well.

“Chan?” Her voice tore him back to reality and he met her confused eyes. “S-sorry. I wasn’t staring. I-“ “It’s fine. You’re really panicky today.” She chuckles as she now looked at him, her hands on her hips, accentuating her waist, which his eyes couldn’t help but travel to. “Eyes up here Channie babe.” She jokingly waves her hand in his face, making him apologise once again. “It’s okay. If you were wondering what those bruises were, they’re from Kickboxing and Taekwondo.” “And your hands?” He asks carefully. “Also from kickboxing, I like training without gloves, so that I can feel the power that leaves my body whilst fighting. Besides, I get a thick skin because of it.” She smiles as she shrugged.

She wasn’t telling half of the truth, but it wasn’t half of a lie either.

“You must be still cold, you can leave the hoodie on if you want to.” Chan offered. “No, it’s quite big and besides I think I will be-“ She was cut off by a different hoodie, that was thrown into her face. “Wear that then.” “No-“ “Yes.” “Fine.” She sighed before throwing the hoodie on, which was still quite loose on her, but fitted way better than the ‘dress’ Chan gave her earlier.

“What do you even wear that thing for?” She asked him curiously. “I like sitting on the couch with that thing on. It’s like a big blanket you can wear around the house.” Besides, my mom and my sister usually hog the blankets when we’re with the five of us on the couch, so I better have my own then.” He explained whilst laughing.

The two would talk for some more and Y/n would end up walking home. She said the weather was still nice. Her jacket wasn’t fully cleaned yet and Chan told her to keep wearing his hoodie instead. “Are you sure I don’t have to walk you home?” “No, I’ll be fine. Thanks for the date. I really enjoyed it.” “Your welcome. It was me a pleasure to be your first date experience.” Chan bowed politely and laughed soon after at his own behaviour. “I’ll wash and return the hoodie for you later this week.” “That’s fine. See you at school then.” “See you Monday Channie!” She smiled before waving to him, without looking back.

Chan felt happy and ran straight to his room to catch a last glimpse of Y/n. He smiled like a goof as he watched her walk away, leaving him with nothing but a feeling of joy filling his body.

“How was your day Rat Tat?” Y/n asked her best friend as she laid on his bed. “It was great. We ate at this amazing restaurant and you will not believe it, I had fries.” “You’re unbelievable.” “What? You know I can’t say no to French fries.” Changbin whined over the phone. “I know, but you’re in Japan, go eat some sushi, Udon, Yakitori or whatever!” “I know I should, but I know you love Japanese food as well, so I will just miss you even more.” “You little sap, don’t make me cry.” She whined back, moving her phone away from her face so he wouldn’t be able to look at her.

“I do miss you though.” Changbin admitted. “I miss you too. The house is so empty without you guys here.” “These people aren’t keeping me sane either, I just need you by my side.” He said as he faked to wipe away a tear. “Also, Hyunjin has hired a temporary newbie. And he has been secretly crying to me that he misses you.” Y/n said with a smirk, making her best friend burst out in laughter. “That boy can’t keep his sanity without me.” “He really can’t, the newbie sucks. So I guess you guys will be having a rough month since you’re gone.” “I guess I got to get back on track when I get back then.” Changbin sighs in disbelief.

“Honestly, I think I could do a better job than that kid Hyunjin hired.” “Oh my fuck, that just says enough about the kid.” Changbin cried out. “Excuse me.” “Hehe, you love me Dumpling.” He winked, making her roll her eyes at him. “You honestly would do a great job though, you were taught by the best, also known as me.” He added with yet another wink.

“I think I have to go, I’m tired.” Y/n mutters, making her friend laugh loudly. “Fine. I’ll stop bothering you. Go eat something and take a nap. I’ll talk to you later.” “Bye Binnie!” “Bye Dumpling!”

Y/n sighed when she hung up the phone. She missed her friend like crazy and she above-board needed Changbin by her side. She didn’t wanted to worry him with the news about her dad and the shockingly news that she was on her date with her now-less-annoying vice president.

Her thoughts were cut off by her phone, who signalled that she got a text from someone.

‘Did Changbin forget something to tell me?’ She asked herself as she reached for her phone again, but to her surprise it was Chan.

Chan: Hi (=^▽^=) Chan: Just wanted to say that I had a great time today Y/n: I had a lovely time as well Y/n: I’m glad and thankful that you did all of this for me Y/n: So thank you once again Chan: No problem! (〃⌒∇⌒)

She was smiling like an idiot and her smile turned even brighter when she received a selfie from Chan.

He was laying on his bed, looking handsome as ever. She got why all the girls in their school were crushing one him, but she had to remind herself over and over that he was just acting like this for the experience of the date.

‘Unless- No, stop it.’ She thought to herself.

She was still laid on the couch as her thoughts ran a marathon through her head. Chan made her feel some way after this date. He really had her wrapped around his finger, with his charming looks and his sweet smile, his cute preparations and the romantic moments like dancing in the rain.

It could be maybe at that moment where Y/n realised that she could be possibly falling for Chan. And yet again, she didn’t know what to do, how to feel about it and what to think. She felt like she was malfunctioning.

She had never felt like this before. And right now, there was no one there to help her figure it out.

Days had passed and it has been a week since Changbin had left for his cousin’s wedding-month. Y/n had washed Chan’s hoodie and had been looking all day for him. She obviously didn’t wanted to give him the bag, that contained the hoodie, in the middle of class, since they might get the wrong idea. But after class Chan seemed to be disappearing from her sight.

She felt confused since Chan acted normal again. He was back to his old self and she felt like an idiot for slightly thinking that it could had become otherwise. Y/n felt a little betrayed.

‘Did he forget about the date just like that? I guess it all was just an act then.’ She thought to herself as she sighed.

At the end of the day, she would go to the pool, where the boys were having their training session as usual. The warmth of the room was very oppressive, but so was the feeling Y/n felt in her chest when she didn’t saw Chan. She walked up to Felix, who was sitting on the edge of the pool, and asked where his friend was.

“He just walked out. He’s in the dressing room and otherwise in the coach’s office.” He informed her. To her luck she saw Chan in the office and she didn’t had to embarrass herself by asking other random boys, who were also half naked.

Chan would smile when he saw her, confusing Y/n for the umpteenth time that day. “Hey! What are you doing here?” He asked brightly. “I got you your hoodie back.” She mutters as she handed him the bag. The gesture kind of hurt Chan, since he felt the coldness coming from Y/n. “You know you could’ve kept it right?” “No, but it’s yours.” She argued back as she placed the bag in his hands. “I never wear it, so please keep it. That way the poor thing can be used at least.” He tried to joke, but he didn’t see a smile cracking from Y/n’s face.

The two were interrupted by a voice that caused Y/n’s body to cringe up. Sooyun almost skipped her way to where the two were standing and she immediately hung onto Chan’s side. “Are you ready for our date Channie?” She asked whilst batting her eyes ‘seductively’. Chan just sighed and muttered for her to go ahead. Y/n nodded her head, understanding what was going on. He was about to shoot her an apologetic smile, but she had already turned her back to him, leaving him sighing in frustration once again. She didn’t notice his smile falling as she did before he walked away with Sooyun.

Flashback

Chan was laid in his bed after Y/n had left. He was feeling joyful and he was sad that the date had to end. He genuinely felt so glad that he did what he did. And he was happy that he got to know Y/n a little better. Sooner enough, that happiness was cut off when he heard his dad call him down in a serious tone. He got the old-fashioned scold, where his parents would have to tell him not to hang out with girls like Y/n and hang out more with girls like Sooyun.

And not much later, her presents was added to his misery. He didn’t get why his parents loved her so much. Maybe because she was pretty and because she was also from a wealthy family. Chan never liked her like that though. He had never thought or seen Sooyun in that way. She was just a friend to him, or rather someone he knew. He didn’t hang out with her in his free time, by choice.

Here she was sitting next to him as they had dinner together. His siblings noticed the awkward behaviour of their older brother. “Channie you need to eat-“ “I’m not hungry.” He mutters as he pushed the plate in front of him away. “You need to, you could get unwell.” She whined. “She’s right Chan, at least eat your rice.” His father said, causing Chan to sigh and force the rice down his throat.

“So Sooyun, how is school going?” “It was going well, but I’ve been having some trouble lately with some classes.” She said with a pout. “Oh, maybe Chan could help you. He’s a great tutor.” “Mom, I already tutor-“ “It will be nice, you two can hang out as well that way.” She said with a smile, making Sooyun clap excitedly. “That would be great. We can also go on a date right after- let’s make it a study date! Oh how exciting!”

‘How did I end up in this mess?’

End of the flashback

Chan would be in the middle of his study date as he texted Y/n. When she received the text from him, she looked at it in confusion.

Chan: Hi (^～^) Y/n: Hi? Y/n: aren’t you supposed to be on your little date? Chan: I know, but I’m bored Chan: How are you? (　◠ ◡ ◠　) Y/n: I’m fine Y/n: go focus on your date

“Channie, can you explain it again?” “Why, I know you aren’t failing this class.” Chan groaned in annoyance. “Because I don’t understand this.” She whined.

‘Sure, an A student doesn’t understand the basics of science.’ Chan thought to himself before he explained for the third time.

Later when he made Sooyun work on an exercise, he whipped out his phone and texted Y/n once again.

Chan: Let’s meet tonight? Y/n: Why? Chan: Please? Y/n: fine Y/n: What time? Chan: 11Pm okay? Y/n: sure

Chan couldn’t wait for his study date to be over and to see Y/n again as soon as he threw his phone aside, in the hope for the time to pass by faster. “Channie, why are you hanging out with Y/n so much lately?” Sooyun asks curiously. “Because I’m tutoring her.” Chan muttered absent minded. “That doesn’t surprise me, she’s an imbecile.” Chan didn’t know how to respond, he was taught to rather not say anything when you don’t have something nice to tell.

Besides that, Chan was too busy thinking about the fact that he was meeting Y/n tonight again, which made his whole day a lot brighter.

Finally, it was eleven o’clock and he waited for five minutes in the park for Y/n to arrive. When she did, the two couldn’t help but smile when they saw each other. It kind of felt like a second date. Especially since they went out to some food truck for some early-midnight snacks.

Later they would be seated near the edge of the river and they chatted away. Chan would tell her about his life in Australia, how they moved back and fort due to his parents’ jobs. He loved it in Australia. Y/n would tell more about her adventures she had in Busan and so the night went on and time passed by rather quickly.

Their conversation would be cut off by Y/n’s phone that suddenly started to ring. She picked it up without looking, causing her to jump in shock when a heavy, booming voice started to shout at her through the other side of the line.

‘…you fucking piece of shit, just wait until you get home and I get my hands on you-‘ Y/n quickly hung up the phone and put it away.

“Who was that?” Chan asked her worried. “Probably a wrong number.” She lied before continuing to eat her food. He felt his heart soften for her as he looked at her, simply eating, making her cheeks slightly puff up.

“How was your little date?” She then asked him, sarcasm layering her tone. “Please stop.” He groaned as he laid back in the grass. “That bad?” She asked in amusement. “You don’t even know.” Chan sighed as he looked up to the stars that peaked behind the clouds.

“I don’t like her like that, you know? My parents pretty much forced me into this situation.” Chan confessed as Y/n leaned back next to him, her upper body resting on her hands that were settled behind her. “They don’t like me, do they?” She asked him bluntly. “Who?” “Your parents.” She states. “W-what do you mean?” He stuttered as he sat up to look her in the eye. “You don’t have to lie Chan, I’m used to it. The fact that people don’t like me, I mean.” She explained. “It’s the tattoos and stories that make people thing badly of me, but I wouldn’t want to change for anyone you know. I love these tattoos. My best friend set them for me. I know they are still a bit of a taboo here in Korea, but the comments still hurt you know. I’m a person too. But I guess that doesn’t matter, because we do not fit into their standards.” She added as she sighed.

Chan felt guilty for misjudging her like that as well. Those standards are so engraved into his mind, he didn’t know otherwise, until now.

“I’m sorry.” He said as he looked directly at her. “What for?” “I misjudged you like that as well in the past, but ever since I actually got to know you, I found out that you’re really cool and fun to hang out with. You’re so different from what everyone make you seem like. And I feel guilty and sad that I took other’s opinions and made them my own, without creating my own vision and view on you or anyone else.” He admitted as he looked down to the ground in embarrassment.

“I like seeing your softer side. Yes, you do have a tougher side which makes you, you. But I can’t deny that I don’t like to see you smile at the things you like, dogs per example. Just seeing you bright up by seeing Berry made me happy, I don’t know. Your soft side is very nice and it suits you well, better than you tougher one in my opinion.” Chan added. “I do have my reasons for that though.” She states in a serious manner. “And those are?” He asked. “Something I rather don’t want to talk about.” She admitted. “Maybe I can help you-“ “There is nothing you can do Chan.” “Really, maybe it can lift a weight of your shoulder.” Chan pushed. “Chan, I don’t want to talk about it-“ “You know I just want to help you right?” He sighed, feeling a little annoyed and frustrated at the same time. “And I told you that I don’t want to talk about it right. I stated it three times and you keep pushing.” Y/n snapped, making Chan realise that maybe he went too far.

“You know what, maybe coming here was a mistake. I have to go.” “Y/n please-“ “Thanks for the food Chan. See you around.” She muttered before walking off.

Leaving Chan with a heavy chest, because he knew he had fucked it up. Just when he thought that it was going to be alright.

Gif and pictures aren’t mine.

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