#i'm sick and need to sleep and rest but this house never gives me a fucking break.

[acanthyme]

I curse whoever made my house for making the insulation so old and fragile and the walls so thin that i have to hear everything on the other side of my wall that i share with my sister so fucking loudly. Doesn't help her bed is right against that wall. They talk so loud. and her partner IS FUCKING SOBBINNG AND WAILING AS I TYPE THIS FUCK OFF DUDE. other people live here !!!!!!!!!!! like i know i have sensitive hearing that hears the most quiet noises like electricity and bottles that r carbonated but it's still loud !!!!! .... my insomnia and anxiety has been even worse since he's basically fucking moved in out of nowhere, and now all hours of my day are a nightmare as a result. talking at night while i try to hang out with my boyfie and relax, or even just do my own thing. i can't. my anxiety's through the roof having to listen to what might be going on. daytime hours when im supposed to be asleep? he's crying or arguing or making some other fucking noise.

#i'll probably delete this later if i remember just aughhgfhfhfhfhfhf. #i want to sleeeeeep but this dude needs to fucking sob like he's in a movie every day i guess #i know i'm being mean but i'm have such low empathy atm that i just do not care. shut the fuck up and let me sleep. #my autistic frustration and anxiety has me on the verge of s fucking meltdown everytime i hear a single sound from across the wall #intrusive thoughts dont help. and neither do my DOGS ugh. whatever. #i'm sick and need to sleep and rest but this house never gives me a fucking break. #so fucking close to just banging on the wall to send the message to shut up. or sleeping outside in the snow. #sure you have issues you're a fucking teenager whatever. but you don't need to openly wail about it. muffle yourself. #or go somewhere that isn't the ONE LAYER THAT HAS SOMEONE TRYING TI SLEEP ON IT #I NEVER LEAVE MY ROOM. YOU KNOW I HEAR IT ALL!!!!! #ok sorry. frustration over now im jusy teetering i gotta try and sleep a bit....

[binsito]

tired

pairing: lee felix x fem reader

genre: bff!felix, pining, angst

word count: 2.4k

rating: mature, includes: unprotected sex, mentions of fingering and f receiving oral, it's pretty vanilla just kinda angsty, petnames like "baby", "pretty boy", and "princess" are used, felix is ur bff that's in love with you and you have horrible dating experiences with shitty people

felix was tired of having to wipe your tears.

was tired of having to listen to you talk in extensive detail over how shitty the guys you've dated have been.

how they hurt you, how they toss you aside and make you feel little.

was tired of having to pick up the pieces of your broken heart, patching them back into place only for you to go and get it torn right out of your chest all over again.

he was absolutely sick of it.

but most of all he was sick of you telling him how your lovers always fell short.

how the sex was mediocre, how they left you high and dry, chasing their own pleasure and leaving you hanging - utterly unfulfilled and upset.

he was sick of you telling him how many orgasms you've faked, how many times you've lied about how big their cock was in hopes that maybe that would push them to fuck you harder.

how they never knew where your clit was, always rubbing the skin next to it painfully hard or rubbing your folds - never where you needed them the most.

felix would never do you like that.

he wouldn't dream of giving you frustrating, god awful, pathetic sex.

felix wanted nothing more than to pull orgasm after orgasm from you, lapping your sweet cream with his tongue, dying to taste you, to have you shake under him.

he wanted to let you use him, he wanted to be a toy for you, for you to mount him and get off on him. he wanted to be good for you, to take whatever you gave him, to have you cum around his cock while he looked up at you with bleary eyes.

was that too much to ask for?

it was all he ever wanted..

he would never hurt you, would never leave you, would never make you feel worthless.

he wanted you to be his princess, he wanted you to only look at him and not those lazy excuses of a partner.

but he was just your best friend.

and you would never look at him that way.

"thank you for picking me up lix.." you said softly, breaking him out of his thoughts

you had called him to come pick you up from some guy's house, felix already knew that the guy had disappointed you in one way or another but he didn't say anything.

this was routine.

"i-i'm sorry for calling you so late.. he just didn't seem like he wanted me to stay the night so.. i felt weird asking if i could.." he just nodded, not wanting to say anything for fear of saying something brash.

"is it.. alright if you just take me back to yours? i would feel so bad if you drove all the way back to my apartment.." "s'fine yeah? you know i'd never say no to you.." he mumbled

and that was true.

he was physically incapable of telling you no, no matter how hard he tried. you could ask him to wrestle a bear for you and he would do it, no questions asked.

the rest of the ride back to his place was quiet, he didn't even bother turning the radio on. he just wanted to lay in bed, hoping you would spare him the details of your encounter because he feared he would go ballistic, could potentially show up at that guys place and fuck him up if he had done anything to you.

you took the right side of the bed, that was your spot. felix was very particular about what side was whose, you always thought it was funny. you didn't care much for sides, especially if you were drunk or super exhausted, any side was a good side.

he laid there, back towards you while you stared up at the ceiling. he could tell you were going to have trouble sleeping tonight. you barely slept if you had a mind full of racing thoughts. normally he would curl up into your sides or have you fall asleep on his chest but he was also spent.

tired.

tired of the constant back and forth. of always being the one waiting for you at the end of the tunnel.

tired of having to be strong for you, so you had someone to lean on when things went to shit.

"i-is there.. something wrong with me?"

oh god.

he could hear the tears in your voice.

shit.

"what? no, fuck no." he's quick to answer. "why would there be anything wrong with you?.." "then why does this always happen?.."

"because shitty guys tend to take advantage of sweet and beautiful girls like you.."

"i-im not-" "yes, you are.. you're the prettiest girl i know and trust me, i fucking hate seeing you like this.." his voice was soft yet stern, hoping the words would stick with you.

you were pretty.

prettier than any flower he's every picked, prettier than any sunset he's ever seen, prettier than any star he's ever counted.

and he's counted a lot.

trying hard to find you in a galaxy far away but never coming close.

always just too out of reach.

maybe he'd be a little more lucky in a different lifetime.

"i-i'm sorry lix.. i must be so annoying.. always asking you for help whenever i do something stupid.." "i love you.. that's what i'm here for.." he loved you.

his body was screaming for you to realize the weight of his words.

i love you, i love you, i love you!

"i love you too lix.."

but not in the way i love you, right?

of course not.

you both fall quiet but the room felt so loud, so unbearably loud. like the walls were laughing at you both, pointing and mocking.

felix shut his eyes, not wanting to feel anything anymore and hoping to fall asleep right away.

he was hoping you'd follow suit, that you would just go to bed after this and you two could carry on like you always did.

"i just wish i could find someone like you.. i wish i could just date you instead of wasting my time over and over again.."

felix wished you never said that.

that you had just let this go and had just gone to bed.

and part of him was so angry because couldn't you see how hard he tried for you? how incredibly lovesick he was?

"you should just go to bed." he spoke, not meaning to sound so cold. you obviously picked up on his tone.

"lix i'm sorry that was weird right?-"

"no, but it pissed me off because yeah.. wouldn't it have saved you all the trouble if you just dated me?" "lixie i didn't mean to-" "didn't mean to upset me, i get it. but i'm gonna be upset regardless because i've been going through this with you for far too long and i am just so.. fucking.. tired.

when i say i love you, i'm not just saying it because i feel like it or because you're my best friend.. i'm saying it because i fucking love you and i'm dying for you to just pick me for once.."

you felt so little at this moment.

so, so stupid.

the crazy thing was, you knew how he felt but you always just pushed it aside as nothing. that maybe you were reading into the way he liked holding your hand too much. that you were crazy to ever think your best friend could feel something more for you than just platonic friendship.

you opened your mouth to speak but ultimately fell silent.

how would you even answer? what could you even possibly say?

he figured he fucked up, about to turn away again and pretend he didn't just say the craziest shit ever. god, he wished he could just vanish.

"lix.. please don't be mad at me.. i-i'm sorry.."

if there was something you hated more than the guys you've slept with, it's feeling like you hurt felix.

"just stop apologizing please-"

"no.. you can't just say you love me and then try pushing me away.." you spoke, trying to keep your voice from faltering or sounding weak.

"i don't want to complicate things.."

"but you already did, felix."

he decided it would be best if he just slept on the couch tonight, sitting up and scooting towards the edge of the bed. your hand quickly coming over to grab his arm

"felix, please. don't leave.. we both need to stop being reckless.. you can't keep hiding your feelings and i can't keep making bad choices.. it's so bad for us." you spoke softly, your touch burning through him.

he couldn't resist you, he always sought out your warmth and soft skin.

"wouldn't dating your best friend be a bad choice?"

you couldn't help but let out a soft laugh at that.

"no.. because i know you're a good person.. you've been patient with me and i know that this might be the only good choice i'll ever make."

now he was the one trying to find words and failing to come up with a response.

but there didn't need to be any more words exchanged, you tugged him towards you and placed a soft kiss on his lips.

both of your hearts thumping nervously in your chest. it felt different but right. it was like learning to swim, you were afraid of drowning but felix was there to hold you up, kissing you back once he realized he didn't give a fuck anymore.

he loved you and he wasn't going to miss an opportunity to show you that he could love you just as you deserved.

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it felt like the whole world was fast asleep while the two of you hastily took your clothes off. all of it strewn on the floor, bodies bare, radiating heat and harboring so many new feelings.

felix lived alone so there was no need for you to be as quiet as you were but it almost felt better this way.

you couldn't quite remember how it had escalated to this point.

maybe it was when felix let out a needy whimper against your lips or when you pulled him in close by his hair. he was so pliant, so ready to give.

you both knew you wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight anyways, so once it had gotten to this point, you both welcomed it.

"lix it's okay.." you whispered, you could see him contemplating going any further, like he was guilty about doing this.

you cupped his face and kissed his forehead softly

"i trust you..it's okay lixie.."

you trust him.

his heart felt like it could burst.

you trust him.

you trust him enough to let him have you like this, to make you feel good, to treat you well.

he wasn't going to disappoint.

he didn't care if he got to finish after this or not, his one goal in mind is to finally do all the things he'd dreamt of doing to you.

he was more worried about making sure you'd cum and were left satisfied. he let you know in advanced that he wasn't one to get embarrassed if you guided his hand or told him how to touch. he wanted to know, was eager to learn what made your toes curl.

two fingers deep inside you while his pretty lips worked diligently on your clit. your breathy moans would be engraved in his memory after this.

"oh god.. lixie.. just like that baby.." hands tangled in his long hair.

baby.

it's like you knew exactly what to say to make him crazy.

"shit.. lixie.. can't anymore.. gotta have you.." you sighed out, eyes shut tightly, your stomach coiling at the arising orgasm he was pulling from you. he pulled back and looked down at your cunt, it was basically screaming his name, fluttering around nothing, begging him to just finally breach your hole and make it his.

you wanted to cum on him, wanted to have him inside and hold him close.

he knew he was a dead man as soon as he lined up and pressed in, holding your hands gently and letting out a relieved exhale. it felt so much better than he had ever imagined, sucking him in like your cunt was made for him.

"g-god i'm not sure i'll last very long.." he chuckled

you smiled up at him and he kissed you just as he started to move gently, pacing himself in hopes of drawing this out as long as he could but in all honesty, he was dying to rut into you with all the force he could muster.

your arms wrapping around him as his forehead pressed against yours.

it was perfect.

he was perfect.

gentle and sweet, asking you if you were alright, telling you how much he loved you, how good you were taking his cock.

you could get used to this.

making love with felix.

you hated yourself for how long it took you to get here, how many heartaches and horrible exes you went through only to fall back into felix's arms time and time again.

this time you hoped to stay.

"i'm close lixie.. right there.." you whimpered, legs coming around his hips to cage him in.

he kept hitting your spot, pushing you to your peak, intensity bubbling in your tummy until it was just too much - snapping within you, your orgasm taking over all your senses.

felix cooed and sweet talked you through it, helping you ride it out as he let himself go as well, filling you with his own cum.

post nut clarity hitting him because he was so fucking worried this would ruin everything he's ever known.

he'd rather throw himself into ongoing traffic than to lose you, his best friend.

"lix.." you grabbed his face

"pretty boy.. you need to stop worrying so much.." pecking his lips gently to bring his attention back towards you.

"i promise i wanna try this with you.. i really do.. i want us to both be happy together.." he nodded and laid down on your chest, holding you close and shutting his eyes.

"i'll make you happy.. i won't let you cry anymore. i waited so long for you, princess.."

you smiled softly to yourself, playing with his hair and massaging his scalp.

you knew things would be alright for a change.

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

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[deonsx]

If They Take Care Of You When You Get Sick

Feat: Dazai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Fyodor, Nikolai

Dazai Osamu

He really is very cautious in taking care of his one and only bella, He will hug you and give you lots of kisses regardless of your sickness, we know how bad he is at cooking but what will he do in a situation where he has to cook right now?

He thought about ordering food but didn't think it would be healthy so he tried making soup on his own from the cooking videos he really gave him full attention just to look at you, he ditched his job

"My beautiful bella, if anything happens to you, I would never be able to live" He's a real drama creator “Osamu I'm fine you're exaggerating"

I can imagine him holding you in his arms and not letting you walk "My love I can walk" You were told to him, His eyes were squinting looking at you "Still I will take care of you in the best of circumstances"

While you were sleeping, the moonlight hit your face and he watched you sleep, his eyes searched everywhere, he couldn't believe that he had found that true love and that she was lying in his bed like an angel right now "My beautiful angel"

Chuuya Nakahara

He's truly a masterpiece and he's a master at these, I can tell you he's the only man with excellent taste. He cooks with show even when You sick, which makes you smile, She takes her temperature every 10 minutes, pays a lot of attention, water bag and many things, pills, injections, serums, they are all here just for you now

He does 2-3 jobs at the same time, when you don't have control at home, things are only balanced by his power. You offered to call a doctor to the house, but he refused, "I'm the one who wants to take care of you, no one else is needed"

Of course he doesn't care if you're sick to kiss you too, he just lays you on his lap and watches you sleep, You rested your head on his orange hair and you fell asleep with his beautiful harmonizing perfume "My princess, I will always take care of you"

Ranpo Edogawa

No matter how cute and frivolous your boyfriend is, everything stops when it comes to you "I'll give you candy if you get better dear" you laughed at what he said "Ranpo I'm not a kid"

"I'm sure you will love it my love"he left kisses on your head, stroked your hair with his hands and tried to tell you a fairy tale "Once upon a time a princess..." He chose a beautiful story to put you to sleep

He can be very distracted while he cooks because you are the reason for making the food here, if you leave the room he is in and try to do anything while he is cooking he will scold you "Where were you s / he while I was cooking" he really asked you with a stupid seriousness on his face

"My love I just went out on the balcony" Ranpo shook his head disapprovingly "My wisdom instinct tells me you stood up for the laundry" He's not really serious at all. "If you try to get up again, I'll have to tie you to the bed in handcuffs, honey, be nice"

Fyodor Dostoyevski

He may indeed be the most normal lover among them, but just because he's normal doesn't mean he doesn't care about you, But of course he was interested in your illness and he wasn't that indifferent. "You still have a high fever, you need to take medicine dear"

He wasn't the best at cooking, he only cooked when it was absolutely necessary, but he wanted the best for you and brought home a chef who never took his money into consideration, yet you know how rich he is "The chef will make you 4-5 different main courses, if you don't like any of them just tell me my love"

He also considered calling a doctor home but didn't want to put you at any risk afterward because he had too many enemies, He left his job halfway just for you and took the best precautions for your recovery He tried every hour to heal you with special pills and serums "I don't know if you have any medical experience?"you asked him with a laugh. "Just for you, my dear”

Nikolai Gogol

"Darling please don't die yet we'll live a long life with you" He said stroking and kissing you "Ohh I'm fine please let me mind my business" "This is not possible, my love, I hired servants for you.." he spoke to you "Servants??" As soon as you asked, the door of the house opened and two women and two men entered. "People here will take care of your food, cleaning and your illness."

Your eyes really opened in surprise, you were expecting something, but you didn't think that he would exaggerate everything so much, He did make you feel like you were a princess in a castle, he was constantly teleporting around the house bringing you a water bag, ice cloth and a lot of things

He told you about his childhood while you were lying on a bed and you memorized everything he said word for word, he was saying it to sleep you, but when he turned his head to you he saw that you were not sleeping "My beautiful love is still listening to me?”

Enjoy!

I want to write them more as a father the time he spends with his children and his wife

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[honeygrahambitch]

(two weeks post-fall)

Will woke up from what many would not call "sleep". He was getting sick and the fever was not making it easy for him to rest. That was especially at night when he would wake up every two hours until the sun would rise and he would fully abandon sleep.

He was trying to hide that from Hannibal. They hardly had any medication and he didn't want to use their resources on himself. Not when Hannibal had been in a worse shape than him after the fall.

Besides, he was used to being feverish. He could handle it. He kept replaying those thoughts in his head as he pulled his blanket over his shoulders trying to ignore how cold he was feeling.

What drew his attention from that was a certain smell. Something he hadn't felt in what felt like ages.

He had a look at his phone. It was past midnight. Was he hallucinating the smell then? The unique flavor that any human being could recognize?

With the blanket on his shoulders, he left his bed and then his room. In the little kitchen of the cabin, Hannibal was pouring something liquid in a pan on the stove.

"You making pancakes?"

"Crepes."

Will nodded. Of course.

"I didn't mean to wake you up." Hannibal said as he flipped the crepe swiftly without any effort.

"I was awake." Will said as he sat down at the table and pulled the blanket tighter, which Hannibal didn't miss. It was not a cold night. "I didn't think of you to be the type to get midnight cravings."

"Only at times. I did debate whether I should use our few resources on a personal craving."

"Not so personal, I can never refuse panca- crepes." Will corrected himself. "You appetite coming back is a good sign."

"Yes but your fever is not."

"Fever? I'm fine." Will said as their eyes locked. "It's nothing."

"You are aware we do have aspirin, aren't you?" Hannibal asked as he placed a perfectly folded crepe on a plate in front of Will. It would have been amazing if he hadn't had to fill it with jelly. Store-bought jelly. But it was the least he could do with what they had. At least he was sure Will wouldn't mind it.

"I am, yes." He said as he lifted the crepe and put it back in the plate quickly, as soon as it burnt his fingers. "I just want to make sure you are fully recovered. Maybe you'll need it."

"It's enough for me as well. You should certainly not deprive yourself of medication at my cost."

"You didn't left your bed at all last week. Your state was critical, Hannibal. I just got a little fever."

"Thank you for your concern." He said as he realized contradicting Will was of no use. He flipped another crepe. "But you will be as useless as I was if your cold progresses. If we have to change our location again, your condition will only worsen."

He knew he had to approach the subject from an utilitarian perspective, since Will put more price on resourcefulness than on his affective concern.

"If I promise to take an aspirin, will you let me enjoy my crepe?" He asked defeated, even though he was trying to hide his own amusement.

"Yes. And I apologize for the jelly. It's less than adequate than what I normally use."

"It's perfect." Will said as he was devouring his crepe. "I promise to find you a house with a fully equipped kitchen. With a fully equipped fridge."

It was not much, but it was coming from Will.

A promise.

A promise to give Hannibal something he had been deprived of in the last few years in Chilton's hospital.

For now, eating crepes filled with jelly at midnight, in a wooden cabin would do.

#hannibal #hannigram #hannibal lecter #will graham #hannibal nbc #hannibal series

[steddieas-shegoes]

hiiii could i possibly request something with the good ol' "steve is insecure with his place in the group/his intelligence/his worth compared to the rest of the party" cliche with reassurances in the form of copious amounts of cuddles and kisses and pet names from eddie? you're so great for doing these and i'm eagerly waiting for the next chapter of call me sunshine <3

Not Steve "self-doubt" Harrington convincing himself he can't be loved because he doesn't fit in or provide "useful" things to the group!!! I am lowkey hoping someone maybe adds to make this explicit because something about them having to be quiet in a tent just sounds like it has potential idk. Eddie is so in love in this it makes me SICK. - Mickala ❤️ (@scoops-stevie)

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When Steve suggested that they do something fun together for the weekend, he meant maybe going into the city or renting a lake house maybe.

He definitely didn’t mean camping.

Outdoor camping was Dustin’s idea, and all the kids had agreed quickly. Robin bowed out the moment she could come up with a decent excuse and he could tell that Eddie wanted to do the same but wouldn’t abandon him.

Hopefully.

Eddie had quietly offered to steal another RV, but Steve turned it down.

“You just started getting back in the good graces of most of the town, let’s not give them a reason to hate you again.”

So they packed up the van with all the camping supplies they collectively had: three tents (one for the girls, one for the boys, one for Steve and Eddie), a couple coolers full of drinks and food, a few chairs, flashlights, sleeping bags, and clothes.

Steve wasn’t great at reading maps, so he let Dustin ride passenger to help Eddie find where they were going.

He sat with the girls, mostly because he liked the way they just ignored everyone and everything and talked amongst each other about mundane things.

He may not always understand what they’re talking about, but he liked being a part of it.

He almost never understood what they were talking about actually.

But it was better than having everything the boys were talking about go right over his head.

Especially when they started arguing about stuff and talked so fast that Steve had no chance of keeping up.

Steve just kind of watched as everyone around him had conversations.

He tried not to think about how everyone was existing without him in a way.

He was here, but he wasn’t needed.

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When they arrived at the campsite, it was even more secluded than they thought it would be.

It was also only a couple hours until sunset and they all had to make sure the tents were set up properly before it was too dark to see.

Steve got started with his tent while Eddie helped the girls. Max still had limited movement in her wrists so she was given the task of setting the chairs around the fire pit that Lucas and Mike had formed.

Steve was struggling.

He’d only put up one tent before, and it was at summer camp where the counselor and four other boys had been helping. In all honesty, he’d pretty much managed to watch the whole time instead of help.

He would manage to get part of it up, but it would fall apart when he tried to do the other side. He kept losing the pieces to keep it tied down to the ground.

He was losing against an inanimate object.

Everyone else was doing fine; Joking and laughing and finishing up their tasks like they didn’t have to put all their focus into one thing at a time.

El wordlessly started helping him, and he knew she wasn’t judging him, but he couldn’t help the small part of his brain that was telling him that she thought he was stupid.

He was quiet for the rest of the evening.

They cooked hot dogs over the fire that Will started, then made s’mores since El had never had them before.

He watched and listened, smiled when everyone else was.

But he felt overcome with sadness that he just didn’t belong here.

He was the babysitter, he took care of them, and drove them around, and helped them survive alternate dimension monsters.

He didn’t know how to talk to them about the stuff they liked, or play their stupid dragon game. He could barely keep up with half the things they said.

“Hey guys, I’m gonna turn in for the night,” he said suddenly, interrupting something Mike had been saying to everyone.

Everyone looked at him with sad looks, but Eddie looked concerned.

“You okay? Is it a headache?” He asked.

Damn, he hadn’t even thought of a good excuse. At least Eddie was providing him one for free.

“Yeah, just a little one. I think if I sleep now it’ll be fine by morning.”

The taste of the lie in his mouth made his lip curl slightly. The words “friends don’t lie” replayed in his brain as he stood up and made his way to his tent at the far end of their setup.

No one tried to stop him, but he could feel their eyes on him as he unzipped his tent and then zipped it back up behind him.

They’d set up lamps inside each tent so that they could reserve flashlights for bathroom trips or emergencies. His was the kind you can dim, so he did. He took off his shoes and jeans, changing into the t-shirt he brought from home that was probably Eddie’s now that he was looking closer at it.

He’d brought his pillow from home because he couldn’t possibly sleep flat on the ground, and Eddie had brought one of his own because he still had some back pains when he slept wrong.

He curled up in his sleeping bag, holding Eddie’s pillow against his chest.

He felt a tear start to run down his face without his permission, not even sure why he was crying right now.

He heard the zipper and tried to shut his eyes quickly, hide his face in the pillow in hopes that Eddie would think he was really asleep.

“Hey darlin’. Mind if I join?” Eddie whispered.

Steve couldn’t ignore him, so he nodded and started to move the pillow from his chest and face.

“Oh, sweetheart. Why are you crying?”

Steve shook his head. He couldn’t even begin to explain.

“Can I hold you?”

Steve let out a sob, and Eddie didn’t wait for him to answer.

He was laying down next to Steve, pulling him against his chest and running his hands up and down his back.

“Is it a migraine? Do you need me to get some ice from the cooler? Or medicine from the van?”

“No, not a migraine.”

“Okay. Is it just a bad night?”

Steve couldn’t help the fondness he felt at that.

Eddie was so understanding, and incredible, and perfect. Steve didn’t deserve him just like he didn’t deserve the rest of these people.

“Stevie, it’s okay to have a bad night. Sometimes they just happen, right? That’s what you always tell me.”

Eddie’s hand had found its way to Steve’s hair, slowly running through the strands, occasionally looping the ends around a finger.

It sent chills down Steve’s spine when his fingers brushed against his neck so gently.

“I just don’t belong here.”

“I’ll admit the outdoors is not really my favorite place either, but-”

“No, not. Not the outdoors. Here. With everyone.”

“Why wouldn’t you?” Eddie’s hand had frozen in his hair and on his back.

“I’m not smart. I’m not good at putting things together or fixing things. I can’t even be in most of their conversations. They keep me around because they don’t know how to get rid of me. I mean, they don’t even need a babysitter anymore!”

Steve’s tears were dripping onto Eddie’s shirt, making a mess.

Another reason he shouldn’t be around.

Eddie tilted his face up, nothing but love in his eyes.

“I want you to listen to me. You are needed in this group. You are wanted in this group. You are loved in this group. Do you really think a bunch of teenagers would be wasting a weekend camping with you when they could be going to the movies or the arcade or getting into trouble?”

Steve didn’t answer, but he sniffled as he watched Eddie get more passionate.

“And it is absolute bullshit that you’re not smart. How many times have you been the one to figure out something, whether it was during Upside Down shit or not? How many times have you been the one with common sense? You’re more than a babysitter, my love. You’ve always been more than that to all of them.”

They laid there in silence for a few minutes, Steve soaking in Eddie’s words as Eddie continued to comfort him in the way he needed.

“I just feel like I need to be more useful. I don’t want them to get bored or annoyed because I can’t be part of their world,” he finally said, his voice shaking.

“Angel, they love you for who you are. Just like I love you for who you are. You fit where you fit because that’s what the group needs. They don’t need another Dustin to always make connections because of one obscure fact relating to something he read once when he was nine. They don’t need another El to fight their battles.They need the Steve who is going to go along with whatever they want to do so he can protect them if and when things go wrong. They need the Steve who is always there to support them even with the most mundane things.”

“I couldn’t even set up the tent by myself.”

“None of us could. I had help. That’s why I told El to help you. None of us can do stuff alone, love. You’re putting expectations on yourself that no one else is putting on you.”

Steve shuddered.

He’d been pretty famous for doing that for years.

Once his parents stopped caring at all, he started caring too much.

And now he expected more of himself than anyone else ever would.

He’d set himself up to fail. At least in his own eyes.

“Did that finally get into that concussed brain of yours?” Eddie said, smirk evident in his tone.

Steve playfully slapped his chest and hid his face against his tear-soaked shirt.

“I guess maybe it did. A little,” he said.

“Good. You know I love you more than the stars, right?”

“And the moon?”

“And the galaxies in space.”

Steve settled further against Eddie’s side.

“I love you, too,” he sighed out, feeling content for probably the first time this entire trip.

In the morning, he’d start over, let his brain rest. He’d make everyone breakfast and then help them all make sure they were prepared for their short hike. He’d pack them sandwiches and extra water bottles in case they ended up walking further than they planned. And when they all got back to the campsite the next night, he’d make s’mores with them.

He’d ignore the voice telling him that he wasn’t enough for any of them, and he’d be enough for himself.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #stranger things #the party #request #ficlet #hurt/comfort #i ship steve's self doubt and eddie's overwhelming need to tell him he's perfect

[nrdmssgs]

TF 141 + Nikolai taking you home from hospital after minor injury

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Fluff, comfort and romance.

Kyle Gaz Garrick

First of all, you are getting a plushie. Even if you are older than him, and that mature, grown up, always very serious type, you are getting a plushie!

The moment he enters your room - the whole space becomes illuminated with his happiest, bright smile. Because Kyle is your personal portable sunshine.

Prior to picking you up, Gaz spent a few hours, coming up with a nice joke, to immediately make you laugh, when he meets you. Might even have tested it on Soap to make sure, it works just as he wants it too.

Overall princess treatment. He has your comfort playlist + movie + treats ready at home. He wants you to forget about time spent in the hospital as soon as possible.

If you convince him, you are not in pain, and he can't hurt you - you won't see the end of that favorite movie of yours.

Johnny Soap MacTavish

As soon, as he helps you sit comfortable in his car - you are inundated with news about everything: from world politics to the latest stories from the life of Johnny’s family.

Talks more than usual, because he was worried sick all the time, that you spent in a hospital. Even if Johnny knew, it was nothing serious, he still hates it, when you are far from him, and he is left to wait, till they let you out.

Asks you if he should stop talking and let you rest in silence, but cant keep quiet for more than ten minutes. (you don't mind though, since you missed his voice so much)

Carries you from the car to the house. Accepts no objections.

"Johnny? You know, I'm fine and can walk on my own?" "Aye. Still a little help won't hurt?" "You'll make up any excuse just to carry me around, won't you?" "... weesht."

Captain John Price

Giving care and attention is in his very nature, so buckle up. When he enters to pick you up - he already has a full list of meds, that you'll need to fully heal.

You can feel, how tense he is, when Price approaches you. "Hey, lovely, docs say, you're doing well here, yeah?" He gives you a big warm hug, but you feel, how unusually careful he is.

John hates seeing you hurt. Mentally, he takes responsibility for everything bad, that happens to you. He should have been there, should have prevented whatever caused your injury, should have, should have, should have...

So he makes it his №1 priority to make sure you heal fast and easy. Price may forget to eat, to sleep, but he never forgets to remind you to take your meds, or go for a little walk, or have a glass of water.

Many forehead kisses. To make you feel better, to lull you to sleep, to feel you close to him finally.

Simon Ghost Riley

Pretends, It's nothing special, and he definitely hasn't been waiting for a minute, he can at last take you home. Is very calm and collected with medical personnel, but makes sure to thank every single person, who helped you.

Doesn't show any signs of extra care. But when you sit in his car, you feel something unusually soft under your back.

"Sim- Ehm, this looks, like my blanket." "It is. Your favorite one." "You brought my best blanket, just to make me cozy on our way home? That's actually sweet."

Will deny it so hard, but actually he did want to make you feel safe and cozy.

Back at home, he will sit you on a couch, sit on the floor before you and study your features in a dead silence. He needs to know if anything still bothers you, but Ghost can be sure only if he sees the answer in your eyes and in your posture.

Will trace invisible lines on your skin, not daring to lean closer and kiss it. Simon will make sure, you are alright before going any further with his touch.

Nikolai

"Nu privet, tridtzat` tri neshyastia.*" While kneeling down to meet your eye level.

He will not limit himself to a simple “how are you?”. Nikolai must know all the details. Does it hurt when you walk? And when he presses here, doesn’t it hurt? And now? Are you absolutely sure?

Won't listen to you, even if you swear, you already have all the necessary medical prescriptions on hands. He must find your doctor and talk to him personally.

When he is calmed down and convinced, that you are going to be fine - Nikolai finally takes you home.

Makes sure, you're cozy and comfortable on your first night home (ideally in his hands, so that he can wake up any minute and help you if it hurts).

Will try to hide the fact behind a thousand jokes, but he missed you so much. Don't mind him hugging you to sleep and pressing your body against his so strongly, taking in the feeling of you in his hands.

*Nu privet, 33 neshyastia - well hello 33 misfortunes

#cod imagine #mw2 imagine #simon riley imagine #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #gaz imagine #gaz x reader #kyle gaz garrick #price x reader #soap mctavish #soap x reader #soap imagine #ghost imagine #simon ghost riley #price imagine #cod #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod x reader #call of duty #cod nikolai #nikolai x reader #nikolai cod #nikolai x you #captain price x reader #captain john price #captain price #captain price x you

[wildesqdreams]

sick in love

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pairing - vinnie hacker x female!reader

a/n: kinda hate this, kinda don't. kinda disgusting, kinda cute. but anyways i'm sick, so this came to mind, hope you'll enjoy it even a little bit.

y/n's eyes opened as she heard her doorbell ringing. she closed them. the girl didn't have any strength to get up, since she had been vomiting all night, and finally had fallen asleep.

but as the girl thought the ringing would stop, she suddenly heard knocking with a voice, "y/n?! hellooo, please, open up... y/n/n?"

y/n sighed, as she got up.

she couldn't just ignore her boyfriend, especially when she heard his worried voice. the girl walked to the door, resting her hand on her stomach, as it hurt, from the vomiting.

she opened the door and saw the boy in front of her, "vinnie, what are you doing here?" y/n quietly asked.

"what am i doing here?!" vinnie answered frustrated, as he walked in, "you should have been at the house an hour ago," his voice raised a little, "and where the fuck is your phone?! you haven't answered my calls or texts."

the girl closed the door and turned to face vinnie.

slight panic was visible in his eyes and y/n mentally cursed herself for not giving him a text, about her not being able to stay with him for the weekend.

as she opened her mouth to say something, she felt the sickness come up, and she rushed to the bathroom, crouching down in front of the toilet.

soon vinnie's hand was felt on her back, while he gathered her hair away from her face, "hey, it's okay."

vomiting never came easy for y/n. so she felt horrible when her boyfriend needed to hear the sounds, coming from her. but his hand rubbing gently and soothingly on her back, made the girl relax a bit.

when she was done, y/n flushed the toilet and turned her head to vinnie, "i have been up since 4 am, vomiting my guts out, and i'm sorr-"

"hey, hey there's no need to be," she felt vinnie wipe the few tears away from her eyes, "i understand, it's gonna be alright," he pressed a kiss to her forehead, "wait-"

"what?" her eyes met vinnie's, as he pulled back and intensely looked at her. but when y/n saw vinnie's eyes flick to her stomach, she understood what he was about to ask.

"are you-"

"no, vinnie," she chuckled, "i'm not pregnant, just caught a virus, some kind."

"okay," he nodded, "well, then," he grabbed his phone from his sweatpants pocket, "i'm gonna text jack that i'm staying with you, and we're gonna go get some sleep," and with that said he sent his text and looked at the girl with a loving smile that made her heart melt.

vinnie got up and helped y/n just for him to put his hands behind her thighs, so he could lift her up. she wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. the girl felt three kisses being placed on her neck, as she was carried to her bedroom.

the boy gently put her in the bed as she got under the sheets, him immediately joining her.

y/n snuggled closer to vinnie, as he put his hand over her waist, "i've really missed this... feels like forever since i've seen you."

the couple didn't live together. and since y/n studied in university, they didn't see each other so much, only on the weekends. but even those were sometimes spent apart, when the boy was traveling or the girl was studying.

"umm, actually i wanted to talk about something with you."

y/n hummed.

"well, i was thinking, maybe you would want to come live with me?"

the girl immediately pushed back and lifted her head, as she looked at her boyfriend, "you serious?"

she felt him put a strand of hair behind her ear, "yeah, i've already talked to the boys and they love the idea and that way we wouldn't have to spend so much time away from each other... so what you say?"

"i would love to," she smiled.

vinnie's lip corners lifted as he kissed her forehead.

y/n rested her head back against his chest, as the boy pulled her closer, "i love you."

"i love you too."

taglist: @willowpains @ellajjade21 @ilovejjmaybank @hallecarey1

#vinnie imagines #vinnie hacker x y/n #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie #vinnie hacker fanfic #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker x reader #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fic #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie x y/n #vinnie x you #vinnie x reader #vinnie fic #vinnie fanfic #vinnie fluff #vinnie blurb #vhackerr

[geekyarmorel]

Re8 characters and how they react to a sick reader who also demand cuddles.

Alcina:

When realizes that you're sick she engages 'mom' mode.

Instantly puts you in bed.

Refuses to let you get up.

Has all sorts of juice, water, and soups sent to you.

Does whatever she needs to done quickly so she can be by your side.

Offers to read to you.

Sits by the bed and reads to you.

Blushes softly when you snuggle over close to her as possible.

When she goes to leave she brushes your hair out of your face.

You sleepily ask her "Hold me?"

Her heart melts and she says "Of course draga mea, anything you want."

Slowly she eases herself in beside you trying to not disturb you.

When you snuggle into her side she almost turns into a puddle from melting at how sweet it was.

Absolutely refuses to part with you the remainder of your sickness

Donna:

At the first sign of you being sick she immediately starts making medicinal tea.

Has the dolls guide you to bed while she works on making soup for you.

Makes sure you have plenty of blankets because she knows the house can get a little drafty at times.

Dotes on you, making sure you always have water or something warm to drink.

She knows you like hearing her sing (rare that it is) so she sits by your bed and sings a soft lullaby to you.

It's one her mother sung to her as a young child.

She's not for sure when her hand found yours and your fingers intertwined.

Goes to let go and get some more water for you in case you wake up and need some.

When she starts to pull her hand from yours it wakes you up enough for you to whine out "No. Stay, cuddle."

Donna's face nearly combusts.

Her heart aches for you and decides she will cuddle you.

Carefully slides herself in beside you, trying to give you space.

You stir just a little and she calms you down.

"It's okay cara mea. Sleep now."

She scoots just a little closer and puts her arm over you to hold you.

Melts when you curl against her and fall back asleep.

Rests with you for a long time only leaving once you wake up so she could bring you more soup.

Heisenberg:

It took him a little bit to realize you were sick

But as soon as he realized he grumbled "Get to bed dumbass."

Once you were in bed he gave you a glass of water before going back to work.

He worked for a while before his gut said to check on you.

When he checked on you, you were shivering and running a high fever.

"I'm cold." You whine and that's when he knew it was bad.

If you were cold in his factory.....fuck that wasn't good at all.

He won't say he worriedly called Donna, he'll absolutely deny he was worried.

Donna knew he was though as he asked her for medicine and some kind of soup for you.

She had it ready that afternoon and he quickly picked it up before coming back to you.

"Hey wake up kid." He said, his voice a bit rough. "Take your medicine."

You resisted at first but when he pulled you into his lap you immediately gave in.

Once you took it he tried to put you down but you clung to him.

"Cuddle me, please?"

He gives in and slips you and him in the bed after kicking off his boots and removing his hat and sunglasses.

Will later refuse to admit he snuggled you close and played with your hair to lull you to sleep.

Also refuses to admit that it made him happy to take care of you after all you've done to take care of him.

And when you run to vomit he holds your hair out of your face if needed.

"I got you. Had some of these days myself, of course I was really drunk but still."

Mother Miranda:

Oh when she realized you were sick she almost had a panic attack.

It made her think of how her little Eva got sick and never recovered.

She was terrified of losing you as well.

Even though she never showed how nervous she was on the outside, inside she was scared to death.

"Go to bed, I can do this myself."

You honestly thought you made her mad by being sick since she didn't show much emotion.

Getting in bed you sniffled, trying not to cry.

Miranda found she couldn't work because all she could think of was you and being worried.

She gave up and went to the kitchen, fixing a bowl of your favorite soup.

She also procured some medicine for you to take.

When entering your room she noticed you had been crying.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry I'm sick and I can't help you bring back Eva." You answer, refusing to look at her.

Miranda sets down the bowl on your nightstand.

"You don't need to apologize. Your health is important to me, we need to take care of you so when we get our Eva back we can be there for her."

You felt better and sat up in bed, letting her sit by you and hand you your soup.

After eating and taking your medicine you laid down to rest, when noticing Miranda was about to leave you reached out and asked "Don't leave me, stay and cuddle me?"

Miranda practically melted on the inside, laying down in a comfortable position she curled her wings around you to the best of her abilities.

Cue you falling asleep in a cocoon of soft feathers.

Miranda eventually slips out to grab some work before coming back and slipping beside you once again.

She won't admit it but later she presses three sweet and tender kisses to your forehead before curling herself up with you and finding sleep herself.

#alcina dimitrescu #resident evil village #tall vampire lady #dimitrescu #re8 alcina #mother miranda #re8 mother miranda #re8 heisenberg #re8 dimitrescu #karl heisenberg #metal daddy #bird bitch #alcina x reader #daddy heisenberg #heisenberg x reader #miranda x reader #donna beneviento #re8 donna #donna × Reader #geeky writes

[pathetic-sapphic]

Hi! Will you be able to do the arcane milfs with a fem s/o w attachment issues and just cries and hugs them when they get home after work? 🥺

Arcane milfs with a S/O who has attachment issues

SEVIKA's cold and rough façade completely melts whenever she is around you. You're her only weak spot which gives her motivation to try even more at her job so that she can ensure a better future for you. Unfortunately, this means that she is sometimes gone for days, her work being extremely taxing and unpredictable. She also can't communicate with you during long and dangerous missions, too worried for your safety. She does her best to make it up to you whenever she is home. You two never leave each other's side and love doing domestic chores together, basking in the warm feeling and lightheartedness. Sevika hates seeing you so worried and lonely, always reassuring you that she will come back to you no matter what. She needs you to understand her devotion to the cause and the importance it bears for her. She does it all for you, so that the two of you can one day live in peace instead of being plagued by the constant danger and threats from the enforcers. She holds you tight as you sleep, whispering promises and sharing her dreams of a better future while you peacefully slumber away in her warm embrace.

I know, babygirl, I hate it too. Believe me, I hate knowing that you're always all alone at home and I hate making you worry. But this dark period won't last. Soon, we'll have our freedom and then I'll be home so often that you'll be sick of me. When the time comes, I promise to completely devote myself to you and make you the happiest girl in the world. I want us to have a good future, which means that now we have to sacrifice some things. But I need you to know that I'll never leave you. Whatever happens, I will always find my way back to you, okay? Good, I love you, baby. More than anything.

Oh, you have no idea how much GRAYSON's heart aches whenever she leaves to go to work. She absolutely hates knowing how lonely and scared you must be whenever she is away. She'll gladly write you letters whenever she has time and is overjoyed if you come to visit her at her office. She hides loving notes all over your house so that you remember how much she loves you. Grayson is very in tune with your emotions, so when you get all teary-eyed whenever she comes back home from work, her heart painfully squeezes. She cannot wait for retirement so she can completely devote herself to you but she still has goals she wants to achieve before stepping down. Until then, she will continue to show you how much she appreciates your support despite the stress and loneliness her job causes you. Grayson cherishes you so much and plans to do her best to ensure your happiness and safety before retiring and spending the rest of her life by your side.

Come here, my darling, I've missed you so much today. Oh, don't cry please, I promise I'm alright. I'm sorry I was gone for so long, you must have been lonely. I have the next weekend off, so I thought that you and I could spend some time together, just being lazy and indulging ourselves, how does that sound? Great, I cannot wait to sleep in next to you, I plan on thoroughly relaxing and making up for lost time. I can't wait to spoil you rotten, my love.

As much as CASSANDRA hates leaving you by yourself for long periods of time, such occurrences are to be expected due to her job. However, communication is something very important to her and she does her best to maintain it whenever she is with you. She lets you know that you are her priority and that she misses you just as much whenever she is away. She will send you thoughtful gifts such as flowers or clothes and whisk you away to a romantic date every now and then. Whenever you get emotional after not seeing her for a while, Cassandra will hold you in her lap and reassure you that she will always be there for you. She will tell you how much she loves you and misses you, wiping away your tears and hugging you until you've calmed down. She can be a very gentle and kind woman, especially when it comes to her darling girl.

It's okay, sweetheart, no need to cry. I'm here now, aren't I? That's right, I'm right here and I won't leave anytime soon. It's okay to be sad, I've missed you terribly these past few days. I'll hold you as long as you wish, I have longed to hold you in my arms the whole day. Did you like the chocolates I sent you? I thought you might, they taste almost as sweet as you, my darling. Ah, there's that lovely laugh, how I missed the sound of it. How I missed you, beloved.

AMBESSA finds your attachment to her cute, you're like a little puppy, always begging for her company and attention. And she has no problem giving it to you, indulging you with quality time and frequent trips. However, she is, after all, a warlord. This means that oftentimes you cannot join her on her trips because they can be too dangerous for you. As capable as she is of protecting you, Ambessa feels more at ease when knowing that you're adequately guarded and far away from any dangerous situations she may find herself in. She knows you get worried and anxious over her safety so she makes sure to always have someone notify you of her current state and situation. Always comes back home bearing gifts, ready to completely spoil her sweet girl until there are no doubts left in your pretty little head.

There you are, my darling. Oh! Eager, aren't we? That's quite alright, I missed you too, very much. Did you fare well while I was gone? I hope you didn't stay up at night worrying lest I'll have to make sure you won't be leaving the bed for the next couple of days. Although I doubt I'll let you sleep even then. There's that cute red face that I missed so much. How about we take a nice bath together and you can tell me all about what you've been up to while we're at it. After we bathe and eat, I plan on making up for lost time by thoroughly worshipping you. I brought back some... 'souvenirs' that I believe you'll like and I cannot wait to test them out on you, my sweet pet. Now, let us go, I'm eager to get you out of those pesky clothes so we better hurry along.

#arcane #arcane x reader #sevika x reader #ambessa x reader #grayson x reader #cassandra kiramman x reader

[nat-1-whump]

We need to give winged whumpees more love. Consider:

As hurt, we've got...

Sick Whumpee struggles to sleep because their wings make lying down tricky. This makes them extra miserable when they're already sick, tired, and desperately need to sleep but just can't get comfortable.

When Whumpee gets badly injured on the field, it takes the whole team to pin them down so they don't thrash around and make it worse while Caretaker tries to treat them. They've got people holding their legs, arms, and wings, and as much as Whumpee screams and writhes in pain, they don't let go. While they try to pull their wing from their teammate's grip, Whumpee accidentally dislocates it.

Whumper restrains Whumpee and rips their feathers out, one by one... Or all at once, if they are so inclined.

Whumpee gets caught in some kind of trap that covers their wings in gunk, effectively pinning them to the ground as they desperately try to escape from Whumper.

Sick with a horrible fever, Whumpee feels freezing cold no matter how much they're actually burning up. They keep trying to wrap their wings around themself for warmth, but Caretaker keeps stopping them by spreads their wings out. Whumpee groans as they try to pull their wings back. Caretaker whispers an apology, but they still can't let Whumpee risk making their fever worse.

Whumpee gets knocked out in midair, plummeting to the ground completely helpless. Or slamming into every tree branch, rooftop, or clothes line on the way down.

And as comfort, there's...

Caretaker gives Whumpee a warm bath and massages the dried blood out of their feathers. By the time they're done, Whumpee is fast asleep.

Caretaker repositions the pillows and blankets on Whumpee's bed into a sort of nest, trying to help Whumpee get as comfortable as they can. Afterwards, they bundle Whumpee in a blanket, wrapping Whumpee in their own wings first to make the blanket fit around them better and provide some extra warmth.

After Whumpee gets badly injured, Caretaker bandages up their wings, trying to soothe them whenever they cry out from the pain. Unable to fly, Whumpee gets increasingly impatient with themself over the following days. Caretaker notices their frustration and gently encourages them to take it easy and let their wings rest.

Whumpee uses their wings as a blanket for both themself and Caretaker as they snuggle together on the couch.

When Whumpee can barely walk due to their injuries, the weight of their wings only adds to the struggle. Though they encourage Whumpee to stay in bed and rest as much as possible, Caretaker is happy to wrap their arm around Whumpee's waist and help them around the house. Whumpee rests a wing on Caretaker's shoulders as they make their way to the kitchen for some warm food.

Caretaker asks Whumpee to hold still so they can draw their wings in their sketchbook. They say it's so Whumpee can see what their wings look like without trying to bend backwards in a mirror, but there's a silent understanding between the two that it's because they're both craving some time together. Whumpee starts to feel stiff from holding their wings out, but they can't help but smile a bit at the way Caretaker leans closer to watch the light move across their feathers. Though Whumpee had never seen their wings as anything particularly beautiful, they set off a sort of sparkle in Caretaker's eyes.

And maybe some wing-related dialogue, such as...

Whumper grinned, picking up a pair of wire cutters. The tool glinted in the flickering torch light. "Well, you've gone and flown a little too close to the sun, didn't you, Whumpee? Not to worry, though. You'll never fly again, when I'm through with you."

"Oh, why won't you sing for me, my beautiful songbird?" Whumper drawled as they ran a finger along Whumpee's throat. Whumpee only glared back. If it weren't for the muzzle, they would have spat on Whumper's shoes. They squirmed in their restraints, leather straps binding their wings close to their back.

"Oh, you poor thing... What happened to your wings? C'mere, let me look at them..." Caretaker pulled Whumpee into an embrace, grabbing their wings with gentle hands. Their breath hitched as they noticed that, under the tattered feathers, Whumpee's injuries were even worse than they thought.

Caretaker slapped sick Whumpee's cheek, trying to wake them up. "Hey, Whumpee, um. Listen, y-you're fever's getting worse and I just need to know... Whatever you are, do you go to a doctor or a vet?" They weren't exactly prepared for this winged stranger to show up on their doorstep half-dead. While they might have normally found their dilemma a bit comedic, right now it was hard to laugh. Whumpee desperately needed medical help, but they had no idea where to take them.

"Ngh-stop! Let go of my wings, or so help me I'll---" Whumpee's protests turned into a scream as Caretaker poured antiseptic onto a cloth and pressed it against their gaping wound. Whumpee passed out from the pain, falling limp with tears still streaming down their face. As their vision faded, they heard Caretaker's whispered apologies.

"Six months for the feathers to grow back?!" Whumpee's lower lip started to quiver. "B-but... I can't fly..." They took a wing in their hands, running their fingers along the bare, bloody skin where their feathers had been ripped out. Caretaker reached out to put a hand on Whumpee's shoulder, but Whumpee flinched back. A tear rolled down their cheek, stinging them as it landed right on an open cut on their wing. "Nonononono, th-there's gotta be something you can do! Anything! Please... I want my feathers back."

Just... Wings. Yeah.

#There's also amputation whump but I'm not sure I can write that so uh. Use your imagination. #I'm imagining feathery bird wings but I think most of these could work with other wings too. #another post that's been sitting in my drafts for months lol #wings #winged whumpee #aspen's hurt/comfort #writing prompts #writeblr #fantasy writing #fantasy writing prompts #fantasy hurt/comfort #whumpblr #hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort prompts #fantasy whump #magical whump #whump prompt #whump community #whump #whump writing #aspen's writing ideas #tw whump #tw restraints #tw dehumanization #tw torture #tw blood #long post

[keenzinemugstudent]

Miguel O'Hara x Black reader imagines 🔥⚠️smut⚠️🔥 I'm going to hell I swear

okay im definitely going to hell for this what if you the reader aka Y/n had gave Miguel the most toe curling, mouth watering, the most sloppiest, bombastic soul sucking head ever? Okay look just hear me out just hear me out please?!

Dude hasn't jerked off in months because he's always busy working and keeping track of the spider-verse there's always something interrupting his time he never has enough free and he had just broke up with his girlfriend who he found out was cheating you are his bestfriend and help him with spider verse stuff he was at your house cause he found out you had a date and you wanted his advice on what to wear when you came out your bathroom he was actually half sleep but woke up to your soft voice to get his attention when he opened his eyes he nearly passed out seeing what you were considering wearing to your little date.

"Well what do you think Miggy? Is it to much?"

He couldn't say anything but stare he runs his eyes down your body trying to understand the situation he almost forgot where and why he was here.

"W-where the hell did you get that?!"

Was the first thing he said making you shyly look at him hands behind your back causing him to let out a low moan seeing your chest sticking out a bit.

"It was a birthday gift from my sister."

Your the type of person to not wear flashy clothes he's always seen you in baggy clothes or pants with a Tshirt this was something Miguel has NEVER in his life seen you wear something like THAT he forgot who you even where that you were somebody else.

"Miguel you okay you look a bit flushed?"

You walk towards him heels clicking on the floor he just sat there watching your hips move as you walked you out a hand on his forehead than his cheek he was breathing hard trying not to stare to hard but you chest was right there in his face and your scent had smelt so good he felt his pants tighten

"I'm fine Y/n, don't worry"

You sure?

"Y-yes! And you look great who ever your going out with is lucky..."

He quickly looked away from you trying to focus his mind to elsewhere so you wouldn't see him getting hard, fuck he shouldn't have agreed to this it was bad enough he hasn't jerked out in weeks? Or was it longer than that now here he was helping you pick an outfit for a date he didn't even know about or who the lucky fucker was! He hated this shit but he cared about you so much when you asked he couldn't say no not to you of all people.

"Miguel?"

He felt your hands on his giving you a side eye you were sitting next to him still wearing the damn dress but had a worried look on your face.

"I appreciate you being here to help me pick out an outfit but I can tell how tired you are you need to rest."

You say moving a bit of hair out his face he closed his eyes at the close contact leaning into your tiny hand before opening his eyes taking a better look at you he always thought you were cute a pretty little thing but now he didn't know what to think and whenever he tried to think of you his thoughts went into really and I mean really dirty thoughts which involved you on your back legs wide open begging and pleading for him to do whatever he felt sick just thinking of you that way because you were an sweet and innocent girl he was a sick bastard.

"You can spent the night here use the guest room okay?"

"Yeah okay have fun on your date." He says standing by the door watching you grab your purse you than turned around to give him a smile giving him a gentle kiss on the cheek.

"I'll try goodnight Miggy please rest." You wave goodbye closing the door behind you Miguel was left standing there with with a kiss mark on his cheek he wanted to die.

Later that night Miguel couldn't for the life of him sleep it was 11:40 at night you left at 9:20 he couldn't stop thinking about you and what you doing whenever he closed his eyes he saw you face smiling at him, kissing him or.....he let out a low groan feeling his dick hard as a rock he was alone he had time to himself so he might as well, he kicked off the covers removed his shirt because it was to hot to in the room than glared down at his phone grabbing it to looking through his gallery it was a picture of you smiling while staring at the camera, hugging him while he looked like a grumpy cat. Your words not his, it was Christmas one of the day's he hated but you invited him over to spend time together maybe that was when he started to like you more than just a friend. He took a deep breath trying to relax his thoughts went back to you in the dress that fit your body perfectly, he than starts to palm himself letting out low moans he shouldn't be doing this...he shouldn't be doing this but he just needed this so damn bad he closed his eyes and started to breathe heavy the imagine of you popped in his head. You on your knees looking up at him with those dark beautiful eyes a cute pout on your lips.

"Miggy pls let me have a taste~"

"Y-y/n oh baby..."

He took off his shorts and his dick slapped his stomach it was already leaking the head was red and angry he slowly started to stroke himself eyes closed breathing hard starting imagining you on your back looking at him with tears in your dark brown eyes staring up at him, dark braided hair all over the place while sweat covering your body a smile on your lips.

"Miggy I love you please touch me more."

He stroke himself faster biting his lip, even if it wasn't real the thought of you saying that to him made him shiver.

"Y/n I love you oh dios I love you so much." He was so focused on pleasing himself he didn't hear the door open or the tiny gasp.

"M-miguel?"

His eyes went wide turning his head fast to see you standing there eyes wide you there looking at him, you were home oh shit! He couldn't say anything he was frozen in place he was so focus on pleasing himself that he did not hear you come in he quickly grab the cover to hide his lower half while looked down at the ground in embarrassment and shame.

"Miguel-"

"Fuck I didn't...i didn't hear you fuck Im sorry I'm so sorry Y/n."

You stand in front of him but he refused to look up into your eyes he was embarrassed.

"Miguel..."

You grab his chin making him look at you your face held embarrassment but also something else he couldn't tell he couldn't even focus because you started playing with his hair making him let out tiny moans he always loved when you played with his hair.

"Where you thinking about me?"

"...Yes..."

"What were you thinking dear?"

He couldn't say anything but felt a gentle tug at his hair making him give out a low groan.

"You...I was thinking about you...dios, siempre tengo pensamientos de tocarte bebé." (god i always have thoughts of touching you baby.")

You didn't say anything but lean forward to kiss his forehead, his cheek than give a tiny kiss on his lips making him gasp surprised that you kissed him and how soft your lips were. Before he could respond back she pulled away from him turning on the lamp making him see he could see that you were flushed it was cute.

"Y/n?"

"The person I went on a date he...he didn't show.

He let out a growl before he could say anything you smile at him.

"But that's okay. I'd rather be here with you."

You reached behind your back to unzip your dress slowly removing your clothes he just stares feeling himself getting hard all over again, you now stood in front of him in only your black and red underwear you shyly looked at him grabbing his hand his hand was bigger than yours putting it on your chest he could feel how fast your heart was beating you were nervous but also excited.

"Miguel I really care about you."

He stared up at you before he knew it his hand moved on it's own and gently grasps your chest making you let out a small gasp.

"Is this okay?"

"Y-yes it's fine."

He brought you closer to him to were your chest was directly in his face pulling your bra down to show a harden nipple he gently touched it with his thumb she gives a low moan hands on his broad shoulders shivering at the slight touch, you sounded so cute he thought to himself before wrapping his lip around the nub making her close her eyes leaning her head back a bit he sucked gently and desperate like a newborn baby wanting it's mother's milk while sucking on your left nipple he hand removed your bra completely throwing it across the room all he cared about was making more cute nosies come out your mouth his hands wonder around he have your back side a firm grip Miguel wasn't gonna lie he's took a couple of glances at your ass it was so cute and round like a peach if he could he'd take a bite out of your ass if not for his fangs but the thought of his fangs piercing your skin excited him to the point he sucked harder on your nipple causing the noises leaving your mouth to to increase louder, which probably disturbed your neighbors but at the moment neither of you cared.

"M-miggy please."

"oh cariño you are to good to me."

You grab his face and kiss him he leans up to deepen the kiss he responds quickly hands on your hips his senses were all over the place he could smell you all around the room it was slow and gentle he tires to pull you in his lap but you stopped him making he frown thinking he'd moved to fast.

"I'm sorry i am moving too fast?" You didn't say anything but give him another peck on the lips than move down to his neck all the way down his chest he was breathing heavily hands on the bed watching your every move you were now in front of his covered cock biting your bottom lip making him let out a deep growl in the back of his throat.

"I want to try something if that's okay?"

He nods and you remove the cover and whimper seeing the cock in your face he knew he was big that was for sure it was leaking precum making you rub your legs together Miguel speaking got your attention.

"You okay?"

"Y-yes it's just I'm not sure if it'll fit in my mouth."

His eyes went wide he didn't think you'd do that give him a hand job sure but your mouth?!

"You don't have too."

You just ignored his words grabbing a hair tie that was on the stand and put your braided hair up you let out shaky breath leaning down giving the head a kiss than started to slowly lick and sucking on him causing loud moans to leave the man's mouth.

"Ahh fuck!" He threw his head back eyes closed losing himself to your lips on him he didn't think this was real, that is was all just a dream, a good dream at that, god it felt so good he looks down and saw you taking him fully inside her mouth it was a struggle because she's never taken someone so big in her mouth before and Miguel was pretty big you looked up at him with teary eyes he stares back breathing heavily eyes red and fangs poking out his mouth wide open trying to speak.

"Fuck mi amor you don't ah have too ahh fuck!"

You just ignored him taking him down your throat you gagged a bit but it was okay you breath through your nose trying to concentrate he grabbed your hair keeping you in place than once you started moving your head he let out moans and whimpered as your held his waist down forcing him to stand in place.

"Fuck oh fuck yes mi amor just like that please just like that."

You sucked faster bobbing you head up and down Miguel eyes were wide seeing how you were taking him he held on to your shoulder trying to get you to slow down he was breathing hard trying to stay focus but he couldn't, it felt amazing hell his thighs were shaking from the insane blowjob you were going him he could see the drool going down your chin he felt so helpless.

"W-wait not so f-fast! ¡Ay, carajo, ay, Dios mío, mami, por favor!" (Oh fuck, oh my god mommy please!)

You just looked up at him with a glazed look in your eyes seeing how desperate Miguel looked he leaned back on the bed covering his face murmurs of spanish leaving his lips chest moving up and down mouth wide open you could see his fangs drool was rolling down his chin from the intense pleasure you were giving him and you couldn't help but let out a hmmm making the vibration go through his cock making him clench the sheets and look at you wide eyes tears in his eyes.

"Your amazing so amazing, oh fuck why didn't I do this sooner oh fuck me!"

He uses all his strength to stand puts a hand in your hair thrusting his hips up making you gag but keep going now you definitely sure your neighbors heard all the lewd noises you two were making but who cares about them?

"I-i'm so close please let me cum down your throat please mi diosa!" (my goddess)

You pull him closer towards you wrapping your arms around his waist nails digging into his cheeks making him wince he knew he was definitely have marks from that but couldn't careless it would be a remember that his was yours, he keep thrusting his hips using your mouth he felt his talons come out and had to remove his hands from your head and lean on the wall for support leaving claw marks on the walls

"Te amo, te amo tanto, mi diosa, mi ángel." (I love you, i love you so much, my goddess, my angel)

The words leaving his mouth like it was a prayer he closed his eyes tight feeling himself close to the edge.

"A-ahh fuckkk!"

He came hard you whimper it was so much and some went down your chin. You released him from your mouth with a pop looking at him with a flush face and teary eyes he fell backwards on the bed he was drained but he grab his shirt that was next to him gently wiping his cum off your face.

"You okay?"

you just give a nod he lets out a sigh pulling you up from the floor in his arms laying on the bed than leans down to give you a kiss on the forehead.

"We need a shower Miggy."

"Later I just want to hold you baby."

pretty sure I got some of the words wrong if so pls tell me so I can fix! I made after the movie came out so it's pretty old

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[marvelnatswhore]

That’s great! 😄

So, can I ask for a drabble (🤒) with reader needing Wanda’s cuddles and kisses all the time?

She would never want Wanda to leave her side, not even for a moment…

-🎲

Wanda x sick reader ~ fluff

A/N: hi again, thank u for the ask <3 I wasn't sure what to write since this was so similar to this fic

sorry for late reply too xx i am very much falling asleep rn so ignore how awfully this is written

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You woke up feeling nauseous. Your breathing was heavy and your throat was uncomfortably dry, you knew it the moment your eyes opened. You were sick.

A low groan in annoyance left your throat, reaching back for the comfort of your girlfriend, only to be met with cold sheets.

A frown quickly formed across your face and reluctantly you decided to leave the comfort of your bed in search of cold medicine and your absent girlfriend.

You wrapped your duvet around yourself, letting it flap against your heels as you shuffled away from the warmth of your bed and through your house, to the kitchen. In hopes you still had some of that cold remedy Wanda made you the last time you were sick.

"Baby?" You heard Wanda ask, and you turned around suddenly, noticing her on the couch. A thick blanket thrown over her and a book sitting in her hands.

"I'm sick." You muttered, the sound of your clogged nose almost making Wanda laugh.

"Again?" She said, abandoning her book and her seat to come over to you.

"Sweetheart, your immune system really hates you."

"It does." You said with a pout across your lips.

"c,mere." Wanda whispered, taking your duvet off your shoulders and tossing it across the couch as her hands pulled you closer. She ignored your mumbled excuses of "don't wanna get you sick" as you just about melted into her warmth.

"I don't care if you make me sick, baby. You need this." Wanda said, leaving no room for you to argue, not that you would, nearly folding into her.

Wanda, took your hands, guiding you back to her spot on the couch where you quickly nestled in under the warm blanket, and Wanda smoothed your hair back with her hand, holding the back of it against your fore-head as she measured your temperature. Giving you that fond smile as you looked up at her with cloudy, adoring eyes.

"I'm gonna make you soup alright, darling?" Wanda said, attempting to leave you to rest. Instead you held onto her arm. Maybe it was the mucus clogging your brain but you didn't want her to leave you, even for a moment.

You could almost feel tears in your eyes as you asked her to stay, wanting her warmth and company more than any medicine.

She rolled her eyes, knowing know clingy being sick makes you. Wanda leaned in to kiss your forehead softly, relenting to your unwell self as she sat back down beside you. Pulling you against her and mumbling about how you can't complain if you're hungry later. You nodded somewhat incoherently as you felt sleep tugging at you.

"Wanda?" you yawned, snuggling closer to her.

"yeah, baby?"

"Thank you." You hummed softly, feeling you eyes begin to close.

"Sleep honey, i'm right here".

#🎲 anon #asks #fics #wanda #sorry this is late! #wanda maximoff x reader #i hate this but im going cross eyed trying to fix it

[hajimeshoe]

overblot squad with an MC/S/O who was done with life the second they entered twisted wonderland.

The no bullshit type who also instigates when in goofy moods. They don't smile often.

Anyone who threatens them... it kinda goes like "give me a reason... I dare you..." and s/o will fuck your life up if you physically harm them.

They have a resting bitch face, and they ALWAYS look angry or annoyed. A lot of people ask if they're upset.

When in contact with overblots, instead of trembling with fear, they act like they just got told to do chores as they started doing chores.

And when they deal with overblots in fights, they genuinely get annoyed when the overblot squad acts like they're the only ones dealing with that kind of stuff. (Literally looked at Jamil and told him he was a slave to people born richer than him just like everyone else)

A realist and pessimist at the same time.

Sleeps way more than Leona, and will not wake up until they feel like living. And their social meter is extremely low.

They eat a lot. Like- a lot. And they will sleep it all off

MBTI is an INTP to give you the rest of the context

Coolio! I'm an ISTP-T, which I found out while trying to figure out different MBTI personality types because I was hella confused. Also, We don't technically know who's overblotting from Diasomnia yet, right??? So I can leave my precious dragon boy out of this, right??? No? Well, it was worth a try *cries in not wanting to think about a Malleus overblot* -Sorry this took so long! I just moved and had no wi-fi until today

OB!Gang with INTP S/O

Riddle

Would honestly be frustrated

"You've broken fifteen of our 810 rules in less than an hour! How DARE you!"

He was apologetic after he overblot and stopped getting on your case for every dorm rule you broke.

No wonder you're friends with Ace and Deuce

Wants you to stop causing fights so badly

Like, why are you either causing fights or sleeping??? Are you secretly related to Leona???

"Wait, you told Jamil WHAT?"

Leona

Bro gets sick of you when you're awake at this point-

Like, he threatened to turn you to sand during his overblot and you just held out your hand with a sarcastic smile-

Honestly, though, he's glad you aren't opposed to his naps or sleep schedule, a lot of the time he'll also be willing to nap with you even if he's already had one

But if Ruggie wake's him up, then he's trying to wake you up too <3

Fairs fair, after all

He doesn't give a fuckk if you instigate fights, he'll watch it in amusement

Azul

You would get along with Floyd so damn well and Azul swears on what little of his sanity is left that you two are never meeting

Both of you would be causing fights together left and right-

He loves you, he does, but- OH FUCK THE TWEELS ARE HERE! Take a nap while he locks you in his office where you three can never meet, yeah?

He's also low-key wondering if you're Leona's secret sibling or something despite the fact that you're magicless

He'll let you sleep in his office when you need to

He also does everything in his power to try to get you to smile and gets a little insecure when he's unsuccessful

Azul just starts to have some self-doubts because "I'm their boyfriend, why can I never make them happy?"

However, cuddles and reassurances can fix this!

He did get a kick out of you looking at Jamil and telling him to get over it

Jamil

Jamil is just glad that you don't need 24/7 supervision

You won't burn down the house trying to cook, you won't somehow accidentally cut your arm off with a spoon and you can be left alone longer than a toddler without anything going to hell?

In this case, he practically considers you perfect with how often he's dealing with Kalim

Also, you were egging him on when he overblotted???

What's wrong with you? You have no magic-

Oh, wow...you won...

"Everyone's a slave to richer people, Jamil, get over it and eat a snickers or some shit!"

Okay, first of all, you're audacity-

Aaaand now he's stuck with you

"Isn't it supposed to be "You kidnapped me, I'm calling the cops?"

"Nope! You kidnapped me, so you clearly want to put up with my bullshit!"

The only actual issues he has is when he has to go drag you out of a fight or get you to stop hyping others into fighting for your entertainment

Then he just hypnotizes you and pulls you away while scolding you like some sort of child

Honestly looked up child leashes on the twst version of Amazon to see if they had a two pack (one for you and one for Kalim)

Vil

"Love, don't start fights, it's not beautiful at all", "My sweet potato, sleeping too much can be bad for your skin!", "SPUD! As much as I love you, if you do not cease this nonsense then so help me-"

All are common phrases from Vil when it comes to you ❤

Just tell me- how did he fall in love with you??? Like, you're a cross between Kingscholar and Epel and he is about ready to pull an evil queen on both of them some days

But he adores you despite your incorrigible habits that he tries to help you break

Don't expect to sleep in when dating Vil, though. Once he decides you've had enough? He's cursing your bed, pillows and blankets

All in the name of love, he swears!

Idia

Idia tries to get you to just stay in his room with him to stop you from getting into fights

He's respectful - lets you sleep for as long as you want

Although he get's a little loud when he plays video games sometimes

Ortho will honestly bother you more about your sleep schedule than him

Malleus

Confused dragon boi <3

He's a sweetheart and is confused as to why you're starting fights "Because it's fun"

Totally did not ask Sebek to accompany you during school hours in order to protect you, keep you awake during lectures, and keep you out of fights- definitely not, how rude of you to accuse him of that

he would never, Malleus is completely innocent!

"Malleus Draconia, I am TRYING to sleep so if you do not get your screaming cucumber from my bedroom then so help me nobody will be able to save his suicidal ass!"

Oh, you're pissed off now

Welp, time for him to go save Sebek from his (surprisingly dangerous) magicless Child of Man

#twst #twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #riddle rosehearts x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #jamil viper #jamil viper x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader

[jerzwriter]

Housecalls

Thank you to @kyra75 for the suggestion: Ethan, Kaycee, tissues from this ask. I'm not even giving the speech about it being over 100 words anymore. lol I hope you enjoy this!

Book: Open Heart (Post-Series) Pairing: Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Kaycee MacClennan) Rating: Teen Words: 530 Summary: Ethan has a mancold. (That's all you need to know. lol) A/N: Participating in @choicesoctober - partners and @choicesprompts Flufftober - forehead kiss

Kaycee grabbed her purse and took a final look at herself in the hallway mirror. Already behind schedule, her hand was nearly on the front door when Ethan called out from the bedroom. Rushing down the halls in her high heels, she was nearly out of breath when she reached him.  

“Hey!” she breathed. “You OK? You need something?”

“Yes. I needed you to wake me,” he said as he stepped out of bed. But as soon as he was on his feet, dizziness seized him, and he nearly tumbled to the floor.

“Ethan!” Kaycee yelled. “Get into bed right now! There’s no way you’re going to work today!”

“Why? I’m not... I’m not... I’m nahhhh....ahhhhh-chhhhooo.” He sneezed so loud that the sparrow perched on their windowsill took off for the heavens. But he remained adamant. “I’m not sick!”

Kaycee shook her head, arms crossed defiantly in front of her chest. “You know, when they said doctors make the worst patients, you were exactly who they had in mind.”

“But I’m not....”

Kaycee smiled smugly when he couldn’t complete his sentence. Sneezing once, then twice... they just kept coming. Walking toward him with a box of tissues, she teased.

“Yep. You’re the picture of health."

“This is ridiculous,” he complained, crawling back into bed. “I never get sick!”

“Honey, everyone gets sick sometimes. Now, you’re staying home and getting some rest today! Trust me, Edenbrook will still be standing when you return.”

“Yeah, and I can work on cases from home.”

“Really?” she asked. “Do I need to call Tobias and tell him I’m taking the day off, too... to babysit?”

“No,” Ethan sighed. “If you leave Tobias alone to run things, Edenbrook may not be standing when we return.”  

“You can’t stop yourself, even when you’re sick,” she laughed.

“Hey, if I praised Carrick’s abilities, I’d tell you to consider calling a priest for last rites.”

“Ethan, you’re an atheist,” she smirked, pulling the blankets over him.

“Do you need anything before I go?”

“A hug?”

“A hug..." she cringed. "I'd love to, but... cooties.”

“Cooties?” he asked with a raised brow.

“Yes, cooties.”

“This is what happens when I marry someone who went to Perelman instead of Hopkins,” he smiled.

“Oh really? Keep this up, and maybe your second wife will be from Hopkins. But trust me, she’d never make you as happy as me.”

“You can say that again.”

“She’d never make you as happy as me.”

“I didn’t mean literally,” he groaned.

Kaycee leaned over and placed a kiss on his forehead. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll run home on my lunch break to check in on you, OK?”

“You don’t have to...”

“No, I insist. You’re the only patient I’ll make house calls for.”

“And you know,” he winked, “if I’m feeling better....”

“Oh no!” she replied, rushing away from him. “No way, because...”

“Cooties,” they said in unison.

Ethan’s heavy eyelids began to shut, and he was already sleeping when Kaycee turned out the lights. She looked at her watch; she could just make it to work on time, but her mind was already on her break, eager to give her favorite patient a house call.

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[beth--b]

The only place you’re going is to the pharmacy

Cold and flu season had hit the town of Hawkins hard this Winter.

Steve felt like all he had done for the past three weeks was babysit sick kids. Robin included, although he'd never have referred to her as a kid in front of her. He liked his head on his shoulders thank you very much.

Dustin had been hit first, his Mom being a nurse meant he had been exposed to the horrid flu making the rounds through her patients at work.

Dustin had of course passed it onto the rest of the party.

First Lucas, quickly followed by Will and El, then Max and finally Mike.

Then both Joyce and Hopper had fallen ill and Steve had spent as much time as possible helping the kids out while the adults rested.

He'd run to the store or the pharmacy as needed, cleaned up, cooked soup and made tea.

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Mike of course passed it onto Nancy, and Jonathan had gotten sick from either Will or Nancy. It was hard to tell really with so many of their group sick, they could probably both have been given some of the blame.

Robin had gone down hard after Nancy, and finally she had passed it onto Eddie.

Between Robin and Eddie, Steve was exhausted.

Since Vecna's defeat, and high school graduation, the trio had been living together at Steve's house. His parents had sent him the deeds to the house and then cut all ties. It was like they had decided that they had done their duty as parents in giving him a house and now they were done. Truthfully he was quite content in the knowledge that they wouldn’t be back in Hawkins judging his every move.

With Robin sick she had been coughing and sneezing all night long for days. Steve felt for her, he truly did, but he was already on week two of running himself ragged trying to take care of the rest of their mismatched little family. Despite that he made sure to buy her cold medicine and kept the fridge stocked with orange juice for vitamin C, and he'd made a batch of chicken soup. He had sat with her to watch movies on the couch when she'd felt up to it and made sure she drank plenty of water to stay hydrated.

When Eddie had fallen ill as well, Steve might have gone out to the beemer and taken a moment to himself so he didn't burst into exhausted tears.

Momentary breakdown done, he came back inside and became the doting boyfriend that Eddie deserved.

By now Steve had the routine down pat, he had tea, tissues, soup and cough medicine ready for Eddie whenever he needed. Eddie had offered to sleep somewhere else so Steve could get some rest and try to avoid the flu as well but Steve had brushed his concerns off.

"Honestly Eddie, if three weeks of taking care of all you sick people hasn't taken me down then I'm sure I'll be fine," Steve had told him.

"But Steve, none of those other sick people were sleeping in your bed," Eddie explained, sniffling and wiping his red nose with a tissue.

Steve made a mental note to try and get some softer tissues for Eddie in the morning.

"It's fine. Unless you really want to sleep in the guest room, it’s next to Robin’s room and she is snoring like a chainsaw with her blocked nose," Steve quirked an eyebrow and Eddie threw his hands up in defeat.

"Fine! I'll stay. But if you get sick I will be saying 'I told you so' mark my words!" The effect was ruined by Eddie breaking into a coughing fit.

"Yeah, yeah. Now get to bed Eddie."

The pair got ready for bed, Eddie out like a light in minutes and Steve not far behind.

Steve woke several hours later to the sound of coughing.

He rubbed Eddie’s back as he shook with the force of his coughs. Steve slipped from the bed, bleary eyed and half asleep, and made his way to the bathroom for some more cough medicine. Pouring the correct dose into the little measuring cup he took it back to Eddie and helped him sit upright enough to take the medicine. He made a mental note to buy more along with the tissues the next day.

It was another hour before Eddie got into a proper deep sleep again and even longer for Steve who had stayed up, rubbing Eddie’s back and getting him water when he needed his glass refilled.

It felt all too soon when morning came, Steve cracked his eyes open and immediately closed them with a wince. His head was killing him and his eyes were burning. Despite that he dragged himself out of bed, pressing a hand to a sleeping Eddie’s forehead to check for fever, it was blessedly cool, and then made his way to the bathroom.

Bladder taken care of, Steve went downstairs ready to make tea for the two sick occupants of the house. He got a tray and made tea for Robin and Eddie as well as getting them both some orange juice and toast.

Breakfast sorted, he slowly climbed the stairs to take the food to Robin and Eddie.

He pushed Robin's door open with his foot, she slept with the door ajar so it was easy enough. Robin was seemingly just waking up and she smiled sleepily at Steve as he entered.

"Morning dingus. Ohh breakfast for little old me? Gimme!" Robin sat up and made grabby hands towards the food.

"You're obviously doing better then," Steve said, handing Robin a plate and a glass. The tea set aside on the bedside table.

"So much better. Fucking finally."

"Fingers crossed Eddie's turned the corner as well then," still holding the tray Steve turned and left the room leaving Robin to eat.

Steve had almost made it back to his and Eddie's room when he felt a sneeze building in his sinuses. He hurried to the door and practically threw the tray on the floor as he let out a quite frankly, ridiculously loud sneeze.

"Bless you Stevie," came Eddie's voice, muffled by the blanket that was over his head.

Steve rubbed at his nose before picking the tray up again and depositing it on the bed.

With the bed shifting as Steve set the tray down, Eddie finally moved the blanket off his face and sat up.

"You finally getting sick?" Eddie asked, sniffing and rubbing his eyes.

"You sound like you want me to get sick," Steve said, crossing his arms and looking down at Eddie.

"Not want, it's more like I'm just waiting for the inevitable to happen at this point."

"Gee thanks, that's so much better," Steve huffed before dropping down to sit beside Eddie on the bed.

"Seriously though Stevie, you've been taking care of everyone. Make sure you take care of yourself too."

"Alright, alright. I'm sure I'm fine though. Now drink up and get some more rest," Steve stood backup and dropped a kiss to Eddie's forehead before leaving the room.

Logically he knew he should listen to Eddie and take it easy. The thought of a nap was almost too tempting despite the fact it was still relatively early. Logic was set aside though as the pile of dishes in the sink and neglected laundry that was starting to overflow and fallout of the hamper were waiting so he put a load of laundry on and then began to fill the sink.

A little over an hour later Steve was regretting his choice to do housework.

He was stuffy, his head was killing him and his throat was beginning to feel a little like he had been swallowing glass.

Robin, who was finally feeling better came downstairs as he finished washing up and took one look at him before she sighed in frustration.

"Steve you look like I've felt the last few days. What are you even doing up if you're sick?"

"House stuff, we needed clean clothes, clean dishes. I should run to the store, Eddie needs cough syrup, we need to get some groceries," Steve paused and began to cough, once the coughing fit ended he followed it up with three rather explosive sneezes.

"Ah ah, no groceries for you. Only place you are going to is the pharmacy. Better yet, go to bed and I'll get Nancy to drive me to the pharmacy. You just run along and snuggle with Eddie!"

Steve wanted to protest, really he did. But before he could even get a word out Robin had grabbed his hand and started tugging him out of the kitchen and towards the stairs.

"Go!" Robin said with one last push to his back to get him moving up the staircase.

Too tired to argue, Steve just kept walking up the stairs and to his bedroom.

When he opened the bedroom door Eddie was laying in bed reading, he glanced up at Steve and frowned when he took in Steve's too pale complexion, red nose and flushed cheeks.

"Shit baby, you really are sick. I hope you are planning on coming to bed and getting some rest?"

Instead of answering, Steve just collapsed onto the bed beside Eddie.

"I'll take that as a yes then."

With a low groan Steve shuffled across the bed so he could bury his head against Eddie's side. The musician's long fingers quickly went to work massaging Steve's head and the back of his neck until Steve had practically melted into Eddie's side.

"Get some rest sweetheart. You've taken care of everyone, now we'll take care of you."

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[from-now-on-im-switzerland]

>I Just Like The Cold.

Chapter Three

Jasperxf¡reader

Multiple POV's

TW, Drowning.

I'm so sorry this took forever, I've been on my other Tumblr and forgot completely about this account 😭.

Also I'm tryna etch myself back into my twilight phase and writing always helps.

°Reader's POV°

I felt the beads of sweat dripping down my face. I tossed and turned, and my face twitched with irritation as my eyes refused to snap open from this dream. It was a simple dream. One that if I were still allowed to friends with him, I wouldn't complain, but as I'm not permitted to go anywhere near him, the only way I can hear his voice and be as close to him as I want, is in my subconscious.

He was just sat there. On a cliffside, overlooking a beautiful sunset, his head was slightly tilted as he watched the cotton candy looking clouds float through the sky. Sunsets were rare in Forks, which was probably why he was sat there, admiring it. No one else was there, until I appeared, and sat down next to him. He smiled in my direction and he put his arm around my waist. I took the opportunity and rested my head on his shoulder. But with each breath, and every blink in the sun's direction, he withered away slowly. Like a dying rose, but with it's thorns still pricking me.

"I just can't.." he said, as his face was the last of him to wash away, and I was left alone again.

I sat up, gasping for air, letting the much needed oxygen fill my lungs. I opened my curtains to see the dark of the night, the only light being from the moon and shining stars surrounding it.

Sighing, I sat back down on my bed, begging my mind to let him go. He didn't want to know me. And that hurt.

Thinking about it, I'm being pretty dramatic. It's just how in the dark I am about it all. He didn't give me an explanation of any kind. The only thing I've heard is that it's 'for my own good' or for my 'safety' but I don't get how I'm in danger. If he had just given me a reason, sure I'd still be sad that I can't be...friends with him, but I wouldn't be in a state like this. I just need answers, my mind can't comprehend the not knowing.

It was morning before I knew it, and I was running on very limited sleep. Before Emmett got to my house I met myself in the mirror, and stared at my reflection. I looked so..sick. Almost like death had greeted me like an old friend. The bags under my eyes, they hung low like anchors, anchors on one of those old fashioned war ships.

However, before I could throw myself a lifeboat, a knock at my door pulled me from my thoughts.

As I went down the stairs, a picture frame of the Rez hung by the doorway, I'd never noticed it before, but it reminded me that Seth had invited me to go swimming later today, and that lifted my mood.

I unlocked my door, grabbing my backpack. "Hey.." Emmett said, that same goofy grin smeared across his face.

"Hey Emmett" I threw him a sheepish smile, the same sheepish smile I'd been giving him over and over. He probably knew by now that it wasn't exactly a genuine smile but he met me with the same mentality everyday, being that he could make me feel better with his jokes. Now, while the jokes would make me chuckle any other time, I was too numb.

Almost like routine, I climbed into the back of Emmett's jeep as he switched the radio on, pulling away from my house.

We arrived at school and I hopped out of the jeep, thanking Emmett like usual as we walked up the steps. Emmett would drive so fast that the three of us, myself, Emmett and Rose, got to school maybe 10 minutes before the rest of the students.

We wandered through the not so densely populated corridors of the school.

"You seem a bit more cheerful today Y/n" Emmett commented.

"yeah..well Seth invited me over to La Push to go swimming" I smiled, and not a fake one.

Rosalie stopped herself from laughing by biting the inside of her cheek.

Emmett raised his eyebrows. "Swimming? It's getting colder..are you sure?" Emmett asked.

"Yes. I'm sure. I like the cold, it's refreshing. I'd rather be freezing cold than boiling hot" I admitted.

"..Well, just be careful okay?" he said, worry lacing his words.

"I will." I said, as students began to file in through the doors.

°Jasper's POV°

Each and every school day without talking to her feels like hell. I don't even need to be here, why am I here? I've graduated high school so many times. I mean, surely there's a better way to spend eternity than going to school over and over again?

Or maybe it's this school. Forks High School. Granted, this is only the second time we've been to this school, but both times one of us has...gotten invloved..with a human.

Shaking my screaming thoughts, I walked over to Edward's Volvo, and waited for him and Bella to finish class.

I leant against the hood of the car and without warning, I was paralysed by her all too familiar scent. The very scent I was craving. My eyes glued to her figure as she skipped past the car, not even blinking in my direction as she tugged Seth over to her car, her hands clinging to his wrists. Embry and Quill followed not too far behind, laughing at her antics.

"I actually can't wait, I've been needing to get out the house so bad!" I heard her. Her voice, sculpted to please my ears so delicately. My still heart tugged at its strings, begging me to call it quits and just go over to her.

Go over to her and just sweep her of her feet, both litteraly and figuratively. I want to hold her tightly in a hug that she can't escape from, I want to cradle her in my arms. I want-

I want her.

I felt a dread as I watched Seth hold the car open for her. It wasn't someone else's dread, it wasn't an artificial dread that I had moulded to place on someone. It was my own. My own dread, my own jealousy.

Seth was a great person. He was so kind and his heart had room for anyone. Can't say the same for other members of his pack..but Seth was a good egg. If that's the case, why in this moment am I wishing upon his downfall?, why am I praying for something to happen?

"Maybe cuz you're in love with her?" Edward asked, as he and Bella walked up to the car, arms linked.

"Shut up."

"-and don't you dare do anything to Seth." Bella said, inferring.

"I wasn't going to.." I muttered. "I actually like Seth." I said, rolling my eyes as I recalled the number of times his other pack members made this eternal life a little tougher than it had to be.

"I think everything's gonna turn out fine!" Alice smiled from beside me, appearing from out of nowhere.

"Oh will it now?" I asked, as we all piled into the Volvo.

"Yep!" She said, optimistically, he smile wide.

"Oh..tell me Alice, when does Jasper decide to...get over himself?" Bella asked, turning to face me from the passenger seat, earning a chuckle from Edward who was supposed to be focused on not hitting students as he pulled away from the parking spot.

Alice also giggled at Bella's remark. "Oh aren't you so funny and confident now that you've got everything you want?" I sassed.

"Don't hate the player, hate the game" She said, with her hands up in surrender, a playfull smile tugging at her lips.

Not too thrilled I risked my life for her. But y'know...we move.

I could sense Edward in my head. 'What?' I thought, bitterly.

"Jasper, if you're that worried about her going to La Push, I can get Renesme to go down there. Just to keep an eye out for her." He said.

°Reader's POV°

Seth sat next to me in my passenger seat, giving me directions to the La Push beach, while Embry and Quill sat in the back squabbling.

My eyes stayed glued to the road however, and their voices soon muffled as my thoughts began to drown them out.

I spotted Seth at the bottom of the steps, and as we walked across the car park, Embry and Quill joined us. I saw him. Leant against Edward's Volvo, not a care in the world. I'll bet he hadn't given me a thought since he walked off in that hallway. He didn't know just how much this ignorance was cursing me, just how much his cold shoulder was making my heart ache. I couldn't let him see how bad this was effecting me, I just couldn't. I grabbed Seth's wrist and skipped past him to my car. "Someone's eager" Seth commented. "I actually can't wait, I've been needing to get out the house so bad!" I said, truthfully. I fought against the urge to glance in his direction, the hope that he was looking this way slowly persuading me. I instead thanked Seth as he opened my car door for me, and I climbed inside.

"Is she in some sort of trance-" I heard Embry's voice from outside my car. Visions of Jasper fading as I felt someone shake my shoulder.

"Y/n?" Seth pulled me from my thoughts, the harsh wind easing it's way into the car through my now open door.

I shook my head and turned to face him, as he was leaning inside the car, his hand still resting comfortably on my shoulder. "Shit, sorry I zoned out" I said, laughing slightly as I got out the car, in attempts to lighten the mood.

The others cracked a smile as they ran ahead, taking off their tops as they ran into the sea. I smiled too, taking off my jacket and leaving it in the car, next to my bag of spare clothes and my shoes. "I'll race you!" I said to Seth already speeding off.

The waves just managed wash over my feet when Seth grabbed my waist and we both fell into the water, thankfully it was a little deeper than I expected, so I didn't hurt myself.

I smiled as I rose the surface again, splashing Seth when he turned in my direction. He grinned as he dove under the water, swimming beneath me, before standing back up, with me on his shoulders. I wobbled, as he began to walk about.

"Seth!" I laughed. Like..actually laughed. For the first time in a while.

°Renesme's POV°

I sat on the cliffside, looking down at the four of them. Laughing loudly and splashing each other. I could hear their racing hearts from here, as they used all their energy.

She was fine.

Uncle Jas really just has to get a grip. Apparently it was the same with Dad? Why can't men just..

..nevermind.

"What you doing up here Ness?" Jacob said, sitting next to me.

"Always the questions..never 'Hey Renesme!' or 'Hey Nessi'. Just a question for every minute I'm not attached to your hip huh?" I asked, a small smile tugging at my lips.

His lips curled up too. "Sorry."

Jacob was honestly the best friend I could ask for. I tried to hang out with the rest of the pack, to get closer to them, but Jacob just gives better company, well for me anyway. I've known him since I was born, (now given my complicated ageing process, it hasn't been that long) but that's besides the point. The point is, Jacob's like the brother I'm never gonna have.

(A!/n: bit of Jacob character redemption there for you)

The laughing died down, along with the splashing, and my head whipped back round to the four of them down at the shore. Only three of them visible and only three heartbeats audible.

°Seth's POV°

Y/n dived under the water again. I don't know what she was gonna do this time, she'd been diving under and doing the most random shit for the past five minutes, making the three of us laugh until our ribs hurt.

She was still under the water.

I saw her body beneath the surface of the waves, laying still. Was she serious? Was this a prank or something? I reached into the water and dragged her above the surface. She wasn't breathing.

I picked her up, and ran her over to the shore, placing her down gently. I've never done CPR, so I panicked. I frantically felt around her neck for a pulse but I couldn't find it. My breathing quickened, and just as me and Y/n have talked about, That ugly feeling hit.

Not now Seth, she needs you.

Before my brain could overthink anymore, Jacob and Renesme appeared.

"What happened!?" Nessi asked, her voice cracking in worry, as she knelt down to Y/n.

"We were just playing around and then she went under water but then she didn't come back up so I dragged her out of the water and-"

"-Seth!" Jacob cut me off.

I snapped my eyes over to him. "Just go get Carlisle, just in case, quickly. I'll do CPR." He said, joking Renesme.

I ran off, hearing the thuds as Jacob attempted to get the water from her lungs. The thudding faded the further I got into the woods and I phased, racing over to the Cullens'.

I ran through the woods, going tunnel vision. I could hear my own heart pounding in my chest, the thud reminding me of Jacob's palm compressing against her chest.

I leaped out of the trees and onto the road infront of thier house, Carlisle, Edward and Alice meeting me outside. "Seth.." Edward said, Bella soon appeared by his side. "Seth?" she repeated.

°Edward's POV°

Seth struggled to stay on his feet as he breathed heavily, I could see the panic behind his eyes.

'It's Y/n she's not breathing. Jacob's trying to do CPR but he said to get Carlisle, I'm not sure he knows exactly what he's doing!'

Thankfully, Jasper had gone hunting with Emmett so I didn't need to worry about him hearing.

"Carlisle, it's Y/n." I said, expressing my worry.

"Y/n?" He questioned, appearing from the house at my side. "As in Jasper's supposed singer?"

"Yes! I'll go with you, but don't tell Jasper." I said.

Carlisle nodded to me, and sped off, Seth following close behind him. Just as I was about to kiss Bella goodbye, I heard Jasper's raspy voice from the trees.

He walked out with Emmett, wiping blood from his mouth. "Don't tell Jasper what?" he asked.

°Jasper's POV°

Edward stared at me, unable to speak. I could feel his worry, and his panic. I looked to Alice and she felt the same, her sympathy tangling with Edward's apprehension.

"Don't tell me what?" I repeated.

"Guys what's going on?" Emmett said, as he began to walk inside. "Has Jacob been over or what? It stinks" He said, before he froze in his tracks on the steps.

And my thoughts froze too. We came to the same conclusion. That smell. It wasn't Jacob.

"Seth was here." I said, steeping forward. "Was she with him? Is she okay?, don't tell me she's somewhere in these woods." I rattled off questions, getting closer and closer to Edward.

"Eddie, just tell me. Where did Carlisle go, I thought I saw him speeding off with a wolf but I shook it off, now I'm enclined to not doubt what I saw, where did they go?" I asked.

The closer I got to Edward, the more on edge I felt Bella become. "Jasper.." she said.

I turned to face her. "Is Renesme not back yet?" I asked.

"Seth was here." Edward finally said, he let out an unessecary puff of air. "And he asked for Carlisle because.." he trailed off, still debating wether letting me in on the information was a good idea.

"Because what Edward?" I felt a new kind of anxiety seeping in, it infiltrated my anger, turning my voice shaky instead of stern. At this point, I think I already knew. The string of information peiced itself together the moment I realised Seth was here.

"Y/n. She-"

I needed no more information. I turned on my heal and ran through the forest, ducking and diving between branches. She can't be hurt. If she's hurt, or dead, or worse than I won't be able to live with myself.

She went to La Push to quote “get out the house” If I didn't cut her off, she wouldn't be needing a distraction. She wouldn't have been there.

My thoughts were so loud on the run to La Push, I'm almost certain Edward still heard me. I didn't want to be friends with her anymore, because deep down I knew how much my stone heart called for her. I knew how much her blood tempted me. I knew that I'd already fallen in love with her. Yet, in my attempt to remove myself from her life, and she from mine, the tugging feeling of desperacy grew stronger within my dead soul.

They say eyes are the window to the soul, and the soul is what makes someone live. Well...the dying fire in my soul was only reignited when her eyes greeted mine. She added fuel to the flames, in so many ways. She made my still heart feel as though it was skipping beats. She made the hunger, longing at the back of my throat, cry out for her. She made me feel again. Her emotions were so strong, the strongest I've ever felt from anyone, I could feel them all the time, even when I knew nothing of her whereabouts. But, in that moment, I felt nothing from her. I felt nothing but my own trepidation.

I remember the first time I saw her.

There was: Anxiety, Depression, Arousal (the classic), Embarrassment, Jealousy, Confusion, Panic. The all too familiar everyday emotions of high schoolers invaded my very senses, until a new scent hit my nose like a tidal wave and snapped me out of working order. My head sprang up as I abruptly stopped talking with Rose and I scanned the halls. That roaring flame of hunger was racing back into my throat, and I felt nothing but instant panic as this person's scent was sending me into orbit. Breathing had become a forgotten practice, not that I needed to do it anyway. My eyes darted to everyone in the halls, no one's face matching the beauty of the scent controlling my actions. I almost didn't notice Alice's hand on my shoulder attempting to calm me, as I still hadn't found the source of the alluring smell.

Until my eyes landed on her.

Her features matching her intoxicating scent all too well. My eyes were locked on hers, everything beside her was blurry and I couldn't look away. Her eyes giving me a new kind of oxygen to breathe. I sensed Edward inside my mind, reading my thoughts and that was enough to pull me out of my trance. I was able to walk away, down the hall before I ended up hurting someone. And by someone, I meant her.

I pushed my initial thoughts of her away for as long as could, before my non-beating heart took over and decided that not much harm could be done if I became friends with her. But, much to my dismay, seeing her shining eyes everyday was enough for her to take over my every thought. My each and every thought.

I got to the beach, a small crowd surrounding her. She lay still on the sand. Lifeless. Her eyes were closed and her lips were blue.

Not like this.

°Reader's POV°

I couldn't see anything but black. I couldn't think. I couldn't feel.

But for some reason, I could hear.

"How long has it since she was under the water?" I heard Dr Cullen's voice.

"About three minutes.." A man said. I heard a dog bark, as if it was disagreeing. Now surely I was starting to hallucinate.

"Scratch that, maybe five" The man corrected himself.

I could feel ice cold fingers at my neck.

"She's alive, move out of the way Jacob." Dr Cullen said, as he placed his freezing hands slightly higher up on my chest than this 'Jacob' had them earlier, and he started performing CPR.

I almost didn't want to wake up, the kind light surrounding me was welcoming me with open arms and I felt loved for the first time in a long time. Everything was bright, shiny and sparkling - it was like a celestial glow. I felt content and peacefuI. Dr Cullen kept trying to resuscitate me, but my body wasn't allowing it.

"C'mon Y/l/n" His voice echoed around me, the southern drawl non-mistakeable. "What have I said to you about getting distracted?" he said, reminding me of the baseball game. I couldn't think of anything before his voice, but now, I was invaded with visions of our forgotten friendship.

A thud against my chest.

"You gonna keep those beautiful eyes away from me forever, hotshot?" he said.

A thud against my chest.

"This isn't it. You know it's not"

A thud against my chest.

"You're not done, this isn't how we end. Not after I tried to keep you safe."

A thud against my chest.

"I miss you so much" he said, weakly.

One last thud and I was gasping for air, coughing up sea water. My rapid breathing felt familiar but the strain around my chest didn't, I could feel where the water had been, it was like it was still clawing at the sides of my lungs. My vision was blurry, and I couldn't make anyone out.

No one but him.

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