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bitchimasnake-sss · 6 months

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"doing laundry and taxes with you" ft. the monster trio!

ft. (domestic!) luffy, zoro, sanji x fem!reader

in which, you make their house a home

(a/n: im sick and needed some comfort so this got very long im so sorry!!)

warnings: nsfw towards the end! nsfw stuff includes car-sex, in public, dirty talk, rough sex, penetration, squirting, sanji takes a picture of you choking on his dic- (ahem, not sorry); MDNI (thankyou very much okay byee)

luffy:

they are so precious to me 😭😭

- whatever you do, don't imagine domestic!luffy - don't imagine cold mornings when you're under the cover with him. he's holding you tightly, snuggling against you and whispering a soft, "good morning, baby" - do not imagine him coming back from home and holding you by your waist when you're doing something, nuzzling into the crook of your neck as you asks you how your day was - don't think of him as one of those guys who start a tickle fight when poke him once and laugh at him - absolutely do not imagine his as one of those s/o who are down to make everything into a game "whoever loses mario-kart makes the dinner, okay?" he grins, pulling you down onto the couch with him "oh really?" you laugh when he holds you tighter, "i really want some pasta tonight then" - he ended up making pasta that night - but as i said, don't imagine luffy as that because he is certainly that man and more - he will fret over you when you fall sick, trying to make you laugh your way out of a fever (canon). he won't leave your side, no matter how much you insist that you're fine "what do you need? water? soup? pizza- oh wait no that's unhealthy" a pause, "wait, do you want a pizza? it'll probably be fine if you eat one tbh, right??" - also the kind of guy who will ask his friends to turn their car around (because in no parallel universe do i believe luffy knows how to drive ffs) because you only said "love ya" and missed the i (how dare you, he's heartbroken now) "yn!!" he's yelling from the driveway, "YOU FORGOT TO SAY I LOVE YOU!!" so now you're sticking out your head out of your apartment window, looking down at a pouty luffy, annoyed zoro and unbothered sanji - also, man has TERRIBLE separation anxiety - (people now know that wherever you are invited, luffy is invited too "what are you doing here?" nami hisses as she vaguely looks at luffy, "this is supposed to be a girls night out!" luffy shrugs, "pretend im not even here" yeah, luffy that's kinda hard when you're practically draped over your girlfriend the entire night) - but as it's been established, don't fall for his perfect acts because he is the kind to park in a distant corner of a grocery store parking lot and beg for you to let him fuck you "it'll be quick," he's whining, tugging you towards himself and kissing you senseless, "baby, i promise. just one hit." - he's feral, holding you flush against himself as he fucked you with your top still on and your hands holding tightly against his neck - your arousal drips into his thigh and he's groaning about how good you feel, you feel him thrust into you harder and now you're spasming and cumming around his girth - he didn't infact let you go after one hit. - you both walked into the grocery store 37 mins later with your faces flushed, hair tousled and a familiarly uncomfortable wetness nesting between your thighs - (cause i know he's fucking nasty and he will absolutely make you walk into that store with his essence still inside you. sorry, i do not make the rules :/) - eitherways, best guy ever - he's the perfect s/o that never lets you have a dull moment in your life as long as his annoying ass is around

zoro:

- i will stand by what i've always said. soft zoro is the best zoro. 'nuff said, i will die on this hill. - but god, nobody can ever imagine how soft domestic!zoro is with you by the way he shrugs and grunts off any and all people around him (except for his crew) - frankly speaking, you didn't expect this either when you started dating him - you would have never imagined this green-haired, stoic-faced, dry-ass motherfucker to hold onto you tightly and lightly close his eyes whenever you forced him to see another horror movie - he claimed watching horror movies was the equivalent of mind torture but followed along cause you seem to like them (you don't probably like them that much, you just like his heavy figure against yours as he snuggles in deeper and deeper against you) "this is so stupid" he hisses at the girl in the screen, groaning when she blatantly ignores him, "she will die if she follows the fucking voice!!" you don't fail to notice how shrill his deep voice can get whenever there's a jumpscare (but he will blame the wind for that noise, never admits what he knows is true) - he is so soft in the way he offers to shampoo your hair when you drag him into the shower. his calloused fingers are light, gentle, against your scalp and you can't help but smile when he flashes you a small smile and asks if it's fine - domestic!zoro is so soft in the way he would carry you bridal-style/on his back everywhere (wdym you only had to go to the kitchen?? he can carry you there, he's strong, do you not believe him?) - also, we all have sorta established that he's not a pda guy but my lord, behind those four walls, he needs to be around you one way or the other - doesn't matter if he is just standing at the bathroom door, making small talk as you do your skincare for the night or he's holding onto your hand as you both lay sprawled on your bed, looking at your phones - but don't let his softness make you forget that this man is a piece of shit. - he will purposely stand in front of cabinets and cupboards when you cook and flash you a innocent smile when you get annoyed; he will finish your favourite conditioner even though he said "i don't that conditioner too much"; he will purposely order you random stuff online and everytime you'd open it thinking it's something cute but it'll end up being something green and (cutely) stupid - (you now possess 5 mushroom figurines, 12 frogs doing random shit, a green cheap light saber, a lowkey-fucked up painting of baby yoda and green paper-clips. he doesn't even like green all that much, he just loves to annoy you) - but as i said, don't fall for his sweet facade because he will stop you at the door and fuck you against it before you're heading out in that skimpy dress (yes, he fucks you in that dress) (ofcourse he doesn't mind your dress riding up as long as people can see the marks he left on your body) "ah" he groans, thrusting upwards as one of his hands hold you firm against the door and another plays with your swollen clit, "sorry for ruinin' your makeup, baby. but look at you, you look so pretty, getting fucked right now" - he's sure the neighbours can hear the wood creaking against your weights and your high-pitched, feverish moans as you beg him to fuck you harder (it's the fourth time this month) - he forces his fingers (which were slick with your arousal) down your mouth and watches as his fingers rub away the lipstick into modern art "much better" he would sigh against your skin when he was done, "have fun at the party, babe" - he holds back a laugh cause he knows you can barely walk, much less party (not to mention, you gotta re-do your makeup now.) - so he goes with you, lending you his arm as support so that you wouldn't walk so wobbly "that dress still looks too good on you" he will whisper against your ear, "meet me in the bathroom in five, let me fuck you again" - as much as he is a menace, you wouldn't have it any other way - god, iamsodownbad for him <3

sanji:

it's him officer, he is the one who altered my brain chemistry!

- vinsmoke sanji is the perfect pinterest boyfriend. argue with the wall, i don't entertain wrong views. - what i mean is, he is the boyfriend/husband who will be up to bake a cake at 3 in the morning and eat it with you as the sun rises, he is the one who will hold you hand and groggily lead you to an ice-cream vendor at 1 in the night because you really wanted ice-cream, he is the one to take a thousand photos in any outfit you wear "yn" he's changing his angles every second, shutter of the camera snapping photo after photo, "you look so beautiful, so marvelous, charming, ah- mesmerizing, my love!" - he is the guy to hold your hand in a horror house no matter how scared he himself is. but you call tell by the way his fingers tightly close around yours whenever a jump-scare comes on (no, he is not being strong because he wants to look tough in front of zoro, tf you talking about??) - he is the man who will be looking for halloween decor on the first of september and christmas decor on the first of novemeber, takes the task of decorating his house very seriously (yes, he will out-do linda this time! so what if she bought a life-sized snowman?? he will pay luffy to become one, fuck linda.) - sanji is the guy that posts his girlfriend religiously (at one point, ussop asked you if you were holding him on gun-point and making him post you so much) - by religiously i mean for every one photo of himself, there's six of you like baby calm down nobody's gonna take her away - he also surprises you a lot (with nice surprises, unlike zoro.); he bought you a candle on your one-month anniversary and repurchases it every time you run through it - grocery store runs followed by cooking together is basically your idea of a weekly date - very on-brand with his theme but he has so many candids of you (a whole secret album with the title "my love <3"). there's pictures of you laughing at chopper's new onesie, hitting luffy in the face after he stole your sushi, tasting his cookies, tasting his dic- ahem. - it shouldn't come as any surprise that he has a huge thing for clicking pictures/ taking videos of you as he abuses your body in a way that has you crying for god "san-" "like that, moan out my fuckin' name, darling. tell me who's fucking you like this?" "you" you moan harder, eyes clamping shut, "you you, fucc-k you, sanji" - there's a video on his phone of his dick sliding in and out of your wet cunt as you moan and suck on your bottom lip; there's pictures of you sucking on his dick, giving the camera your prettiest doe-eyed look; there's a video of you squirting around his fingers, face red and body soaked as he keeps going and you're cumming a second, third, fourth time (that's his favourite video, it's insane how many times he comes back to that video) - he loves ruining you with slow sex as he makes you focus on the boring movie or show you're both watching - he gets off off how you try to maintain your composure but then come undone "yn, my love" he rasps in your ear, "come on, keep holding on for me. i'm gonna fuck you so well if you just keep taking me like this." - he ruins you and then gets you the best aftercare - ugh stan sanji for a good life.

a/n: the way i write sanji has me confused as to if i truly am a zoro girlie lmaoo. hope you liked it!! req are always open (also im sorry to the people who requested and i havent gotten around to it, i am just running low on fuel lately)

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theonottwife · 4 months

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theodore nott x hufflepuff reader

summary: in which cormac mclaggen hurts theo’s precious girlfriend

warnings: S/A, protective!theo, violence, fluff, blood, i also didn’t proof read.

things with you and theo had been off for the past week and you couldn’t quite put your finger on what was going on. you had barley spoke with him but when you did, it was only brief and cold. it seemed as if he was avoiding you. which made you upset, really upset.

it was a rainy saturday night at hogwarts, but for the past couple of weeks the rain was a normal occurrence. you sat in the hufflepuff common room staring at the ceiling bored out of your bloody mind. all you wanted to do was lay in theo’s arms by the fire but with his sudden mood change you worried he wasn’t interested in seeing you. so you decided to go to the library and study for a bit.

as you walked into the dimly lit library you noticed a few familiar faces separated along the library , enzo berkshire, cormac mclaggen, hermione granger. enzo immediately spotted you and gave you a welcoming smile.

“y/n hey!” he started.

“oh hi enzo!” you replied.

“how have you been?” he questioned.

to be honest you hadn’t been good. you couldn’t get the thought of theo’s bizarre behavior out of your head.

“well i don’t know, things with me and theo just haven’t been the same as they used to.” you admitted.

enzo looked down, almost like he knew something you didn’t.

“y/n” theo started.

you waited patiently for a response from enzo.

“theo has just been going through a lot of stuff. i mean you know his parents, they’re not like yours y/n. he’s just got a lot going on and doesn’t know how to properly express his emotions. he thought it might be best to just distance himself from you, he doesn’t want to hurt you y/n.”

your heart sunk thinking of your beloved boyfriend in pain. all you wanted to do was comfort him and make him feel better and the thought of him not wanting you around made your eyes water.

“it’s not your fault y/n. he’s doing this to protect you” enzo ensured.

you shook your head, all of your pain was bottled up inside you and was ready to explode.

“just let me see him.” you pleaded, now a tear had fallen down your cheek.

“it’s for the best, you’ll only get yourself hurt trying to talk to him.” he states.

“are you fucking serious enzo, he’s my boyfriend and he’s in pain and not being able to do anything about that breaks my heart.” you confess angrily, trying to keep your voice down in the quiet library.

“i’m sorry y/n i think he just needs to be left alone right now. i really am sorry”

at this point you had tears streaming down your face. you had to get out of here and calm down.

“well tell him i miss him.” you said quietly before walking out of the library with your head down. you didn’t know where you were going as you walked down an empty corridor but you just needed to clam down.

finally you found an empty bench at the end of an old hallway. you put your head against your knees. you couldn’t stop crying. you really did miss theo and what hurt the most was you couldn’t even see him.

a few minutes passed and a hand began to rub your back. your heart began to beat faster and faster, thinking it was theo. you looked up to see cormac mclaggen and cried even more.

“y/n it’s alright im here.” he gave you a soft smile as he continued rubbing your back.

“what’s got you so upset baby?”

baby. that’s what theo called you .

“t-theo” you begin.

“i just can’t do it anymore. something’s terribly wrong with him and i can’t even be there for him.” you confess as you begin to calm down.

cormac’s hands move down from your back, now approaching your thighs. his touch didn’t feel so friendly anymore.

you scrunch your eyebrows at him. “look cormac, just because theo has me upset doesn’t mean he’s not my boyfriend.” you snap.

“maybe i can give you a good reason as to why he shouldn’t be your boyfriend. he doesn’t deserve a pretty little thing like you, baby.” he smirks

“stop it.”

his hands began to move further down and he inserts his fingers inside your pussy.

tears threaten your eyes once again, this time your eyes are laced with fear.

“fucking stop.” you repeated as you attempt to get off the bench. he pulls you down by the waste and pushes you against him.

“cmon baby.” he laughs while moving his fingers deeper inside you.

your once again crying. your fucking whimpering. you just want theo.

cormac starts kissing your neck and moves his free hand tight around your left breast, squeezing it.

“someone help me! please!” you yell.

“shut the fuck up. let me fucking touch you like the bloody whore you are.” he covers your mouth as his fingers move faster under your yellow dress.

but to your luck you hear footsteps around the corner.

hermione granger looks at the scene infront of her and drops her mouth. finally cormac lets go of you as he runs away.

your knees drop to the floor as you sob even more.

hermione runs over to you and holds you in her arms.

“y/n i’m so so sorry.”

“that dirty fuck. you didn’t deserve that.” she whispers.

you can’t stop crying. the thought of cormac haunts you.

“let’s get you up y/n, okay? i can take you up to your dorm, wherever you want.” she says as she picks you up off the ground and holds your hand.

you nod.

as you walked past the library, enzo see’s you and runs over.

“look y/n im really sorry about theo, i didn’t know it would upset you that much.” he freaks out.

“enzo.” hermione starts as she looks at your who’s looking down.

“this isn’t about theo anymore. something happened.” she whispers.

theo’s face drops.

“what do you mean something happened?” he raises his voice.

hermione looks back at you again and shakes her head out of empathy.

“hermione tell me what the fuck happened!” enzo shouts.

“it was cormac.” she admits.

you begin crying more, hearing that awful name.

“cmon y/n.” enzo whispers as he grabs your hand taking you to the slyterhin dormitory.

once you arrive in the dark green dormitory you receive concerned looks from slytherins all around. enzo takes you up to theo’s room and barges in.

“what the fuck you fucking-“ theo shouts as he turns around.

sobs escape you as you lock eyes with him. his dark eyes turn soft as he sees you in such a vulnerable state.

“baby.” he speaks softly as he runs to give you a hug.

oh how you missed sweet theo.

“baby. what’s wrong? i’m sorry baby i know i haven’t been a good boyfriend im really sorry.”

you just stay in his arms and say nothing.

“baby talk to me. what happened?

no repsonse.

“enzo what the fuck happened” he demands.

“it was cormac mclaggen.” he says calmly, trying to keep theo’s cool. theo grits his teeth.

you grab theo tighter.

“what the fuck did he do to my princess!” he yells.

he lifts your chin up.

“baby, what did he do?” he asks with soft eyes.

“h-he fingered me and i told him to s-stop.” you start to cry more.

“b-but he held me down, a-and i couldn’t l-leave.”

a flip switches in theo. he takes a deep breath.

“bloody fucking hell.” he screams as he slams the door to his room open and runs out of the dormitory.

enzo runs over to you and holds you while theo makes his way to the gryffindor dormitory.

he sees hermione approaching the fat lady portrait, opening the door.

“hermione where the fuck is cormac.” theo says lowly.

hermione only points upstairs to his room, knowing damn well what’s about to happen.

theo runs up the stairs and arrives the door and slams it open. cormac turns around and his eyes go wide.

“you motherfucker!” theo yells as he tackles cormac to the floor.

“don’t you ever fucking touch her, look at her, breathe near her again” he shouts as he punches cormac multiple times in the face.

cormac doesn’t respond.

theo continues to punch cormac.

“do you fucking hear me you sick fuck. i’m gonna kill you, dirty piece of shit!” theo shouts louder.

cormac only nods, not being able to speak.

“say you fucking understand!” theo demands.

“i-i under s-stand.” cormac whispers.

theo grabs cormac’s face and begins slamming it into the floorboard continuously. blood drips everywhere.

cormacs roommate runs in and grabs theo’s shoulders.

“your gonna kill him mate, leave him alone.” he pleads.

“i’m trying to fucking kill him” theo confesses through gritted teeth.

hermione walks in.

“please theo, y/n needs you right now. cormac isn’t worth your time with her.” she says softly.

theo thinks about you and decides she’s right.

“this isn’t over mclaggen.” theo spits as he leaves the dorm room.

once theo arrives back to the slytherin dormitory he runs upstairs to see you patiently waiting for him in his bed.

you look at him. sweaty, panting, but what you really noticed was the blood all over him.

“baby, let me wash my hands then we can cuddle.”

theo washes his hands and takes off his button up and pants and gets in bed with you.

he snakes his arm around your waist and plays with yiur hair. you finally calm down. you finally feel safe.

“im so sorry baby, ill never ever let anything like that happen to you again. it’s all my fault i should’ve been there for you instead of acting like an asshole.” he whispers softly.

“theo shh.” you whisper.

he goes silent for a little while.

“your safe with me. okay baby? i’m always here.” he holds you tight.

“i love you theo.” you smile for the first time since it all happened.

“i love you so fucking much baby. you should’ve seen fucking mclaggen i almost killed the bitch for you.” he smiled.

theo was your other half. you were theo’s other half. theo kept you safe. you kept him happy. theo kept you happy. you kept him safe.

#slytherin boys #theodore nott #theo nott #theo nott x reader #theodore nott x reader #theo nott x you #theodore nott fluff #theodore nott x you #theo nott x y/n #lorenzo berkshire #hermione granger #cormac mclaggen #harry potter #fluff

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doobea · 7 months

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WHEN THE SUN RISES - SAE ITOSHI

synopsis: You have doubts about your relationship. Sae provides reassurance.

contents: early established relationship, gn!reader, fluff, reader is a tad insecure, mentions of other couples and pda, talks about all things mushy with love word count: 1.1K a/n: waaahh cant believe i didn't post anything for my husband on his birthday im so terrible - this is something short and sweet ;-; i haven't posted anything in a bit bc I've been so tired lately LOL

You have doubts.

Doubts about your work performance, test scores, your friendships, and sometimes the future — you know, the less important things.

Your least favorite doubts are the ones about you and Sae.

He’s not a bad boyfriend by any means. You’ve been dating each other for a while now, just shy of six months, and it’s been going well. Like any other college couple, you spend your free time together either marathoning a shitty reality TV show, studying, or eating at the local diners near campus once in a while for a ‘fancy’ burger and pizza date night (which Sae hates, by the way, but he goes because there’s nothing better around). You don’t blame him for these doubts because it’s just the way he is. You’ve always known this, along with everyone else around you.

“Itoshi Sae? Yeah, he’s pretty cold and blunt.” They’d say in a hushed whisper.

Another would agree, followed by an exaggerated shiver. “I heard even professors are scared of him.”

They’re annoying rumors and passing comments you've gotten somewhat used to. So you don’t blame the gossipers at your school either. Who you do blame are all the couples you would see, whether it’d be at school, at the grocery store, and sometimes even your own parents. Seeing things like holding hands, hugging, and even kissing each other goodbye sets something weird off in your chest.

And, well, you’ve known Sae for a while. You know that maybe he isn’t the type to be comfortable with these things, especially in public. And maybe you’re not going to guilt trip him into doing things that are out of his ordinary. But here’s the problem.

You do want to experience all of it.

“Sae?”

“Hm?”

“Do you like me?”

Your question throws him off just a tiny bit. He fumbles slightly with his flow of writing before catching himself and throws you a questioning look from across the table.

It’s the midterm season so every floor at the university’s library is packed. All but the top floor, which is mainly reserved for graduate students, who are rarely even on-site. So you two manage to snag a booth in the corner by the bathrooms and water fountain. You’ve been studying for about two hours straight and the thought of going over the rules of the Krebs cycle again haunts you so you let your doubts take over. Hence, why you blurted out the question that’s been burning on your mind for the past week.

“I do, why do you ask?” He doesn’t sound bothered by it, so you take that as a good sign.

But how do you go about asking him to show that? Maybe asking upfront would be too demanding right now. You decide to dance around the subject a little more.

There’s a moment in silence, your eyebrows creased in deep thought before you finally speak, voice clumsy and almost rough sounding. “When did you realize you liked me?”

He answers without missing a beat, eyes never leaving his notebook. “Dunno.”

Well, that wasn’t the answer you were expecting.

“Huh?”

“What?” Sae breaks his focus and stares at you, as if you were the one who had said something weird. “You asked and I answered.”

“You have to explain with that sorta question, you know?”

In just the tiniest of motions, Sae frowns. He’s holding his breath for a few seconds in preparation and his eyes soften. “I’m not sure when I fell in love with you.”

Woah—wait love? This is also not what you were expecting out of this conversation either. Is it too late to go back to studying now?

Sae picks up the worried look on your face and manages a soft chuckle. “You know when the sun rises?”

You’re patting your face with your hands now, hoping to eliminate the burn on your cheeks. The sweat forming in your palms doesn’t help at all. And, frankly, you’re confused by his question. “Um, between six and seven?”

“Well, yeah,” he laughs again and you’re not sure if that was the answer he was looking for. “But it always rises, right?”

“Right,” you say slowly, still confused by what he’s trying to get at.

“I’m not sure when I fell in love but whenever the sun rises, it reminds me of you,” Sae explains with a leveled expression, ignoring the little surprised squeaks from your direction. “It’s been like that for a while now and brings me comfort whenever I do wake up early to see it rising.”

“Did you get that line from a K-drama or something?”

He rolls his eyes and fake scoffs. “Thought you wanted an explanation?”

“Well,” you bite back a giggle and continue, “you never struck me as a metaphor type of guy.”

“And you never struck me as the jealous type.”

You grow hotter because wow guess you haven’t been that great at hiding away your feelings—or maybe your boyfriend is just that good at being perceptive as he is being a top honor student. “Was it that obvious?”

“When you’re looking at other couples and grumbling right after then yeah, it’s pretty obvious.” Sae’s tone doesn’t carry any ounce of tease and he gives you a fond look. It makes you feel slightly guilty and embarrassed.

You shrink deeper into the booth, holding your textbook up to your face. “Sorry…”

The seat next to you dips and a familiar pair of hands gently snatches the book away from you, revealing Sae’s rare soft expression again.

“Don’t be,” He reaches over to ruffle your hair before moving his laptop and notebook over to your side. “Plus, you shouldn’t worry that much, I’ll always be with you.”

A pause and then you decide to blurt out your other burning question because things are already out in the open at this point. “Would it be alright if we start doing more couple-ly things together?”

“Mhm,” he’s about to dive back into studying but stops, humming in thought. “What should we do more?”

“Well, aside from me,” Sae deadpans and you straighten your posture. “Sorry, sorry, what I meant to say is I guess more PDA? Holding hands would be a good start.”

“Okay,” He says quietly and drops his pen, carefully interlacing his fingers with yours.

Sae’s hands are warm, maybe even sweaty if you’re not mistaken. You look up and oh — his cheeks have the tiniest amount of red on them. Probably no different from the resurgence of warmth you’re currently feeling too.

“Better?” Sae asks and squeezes your hand.

“Yeah, better.” You squeeze back.

#blue lock #bllk #blue lock imagines #bllk x reader #blue lock x reader #doobea writing #sae itoshi x reader #itoshi sae x reader #itoshi sae #sae itoshi #blue lock fluff #blue lock x gn reader

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nomazee · 1 month

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enough to make me cry

blade is your only roommate, your only friend, and your only way home from this terrible party you found yourself in.

blade x gn reader — 3.3k — college & roommates au!, very americanized college experiences, frat parties, mentions of drinking & vomiting, could be read as platonic but there are definitely romantic undertones, feelings of inadequacy/being out of place, hurt/comfort, social anxiety, blade is probably ooc i'm gonna be so honest, mild kafka & reader friendship, erggg im probably missing something

notes: no i have to be so honest blade is probably completely out of character i have not played a single side quest with him in it but i just think he has reluctant roommate-to-best friend potential and i wanted to pour that into a fic,,, this is mostly unintelligible but i did proofread! love you all

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A warm hand rests on your shoulder, and the first thing that you think is Blade’s hands are supposed to be cold.

It’s really pathetic. You’re somewhere in a stupid frat house, the thrumming of music around you. There’s the flashing colors and sounds of Mario Kart on the TV, the smell of puke (probably yours) and corona lite, and a hand on your shoulders that you’ve discerned is not your roommate, Blade’s.

Looking to the side, you follow the hand (painted, manicured nails, definitely still not Blade’s), and it leads up to an arm up to a shoulder up to a face, and—oh.

“You’re—” you pause, getting your words in order before you puke them up, “you’re Blade’s pretty lady friend?” It’s supposed to come out as a statement, but leans more to a question. She looks down, a bit of a teasing grin on her face, but her eyes are a little soft so you trust her.

“Is that what he calls me?” she jokes.

“No, I’m— I came up with that.” If you had any dignity left in you, you’d be embarrassed to admit that to her. Unfortunately, you’re pretty sure that Kafka (the pretty lady friend in question) just held your hair back and wiped your face as you puked into a frat-house toilet, flushing your dignity away with your dinner. Your eyes burn with tears and mortification, and you pray that only Kafka saw your embarrassing mishaps.

“I called him to pick you up,” she tells you, already looking away from you and scanning the room as if looking for something, or someone. “I would take you home myself, but I’ve got some things to take care of. And I’m assuming you didn't bring your keys with you?”

A quick pat-down of your pockets confirms that, yes, you somehow managed to leave your keys at home, the one personal necessity that you were supposed to bring besides your phone. Which, thankfully, you do at least have.

“Umm, the…” you mutter, tongue tangling uselessly as you try to find a way out of here without facing the impending doom of Blade’s aggravated scolding and his I told you so’s.

A week ago, you went to him with an invite to this frat party and begged him to come with you, saying something like You don’t go out much, this is your chance! He’d adamantly refused, calling it a bad idea and rolling his eyes whenever you brought it up. But you were stubborn, and you wanted to have a fun college experience, so you forced him to drive you to the party with the promise of paying for his next gas payment and getting your own ride back home at the end of the night.

“I can go,” you finally tell Kafka, mind stringing along memories and thoughts and alarm bells of get your ass home before you have to sit in an awful car ride with Blade, “It’s, like, a fifteen minute walk, don’t call him.”

“It’s a little too late for that, kid,” Kafka drawls, amusement in her words. She’s smiling down at you, and you’re reminded of how small you feel. “He’s already on the way.”

“No!” you protest, a little too loudly, but not loud enough to be heard over the thumping of music and bodies and voices. “It’s— Kafka, please, just tell him to turn around, I really don’t want him to deal with me today.”

If you knew her even less, you’d misinterpret the twitch in her expression as concern—but you’re not too dumb, so you read it as amusement. “Trust me, he’s not going to have a problem with that. You’ll be fine.”

Whatever that means. Kafka’s too cryptic for your liking, but you won’t complain. She wiped up your vomit from the dirty bathroom tiles and stayed with you to make sure you didn't get trampled, and she didn't complain about any of that. In a week, when you have enough strength to face her again, you’ll treat her to a good, expensive, flaky pastry. She seems like the kind of person who would love those.

Her phone buzzes with a text notification, and she clicks her tongue, standing up and pulling you with her. Her hand is still warm, seeping through the sleeve of your shirt as she takes you by the forearm, gentle but guiding. Your stomach churns at the thought of seeing Blade, the thought of him seeing you like this. Freshly-puked-out with a nasty stomachache all because of a party that he told you not to go to.

You hold back your protests as Kafka leads you through the still-crowded frat house. What time is it? Has nobody gotten bored yet, seriously? At least you didn't kill the mood by running to the bathroom and weeping into the toilet. It seems like nobody noticed, except for Kafka, and you don’t know if that should make you feel comforted or just more upset.

The cool air of the night hits you as you step through the front door, eyes tracking your feet as you walk down the concrete steps. You see the silhouette of Blade’s ugly blue car in your peripheral vision, but you don’t want to look up in fear of seeing the disappointment on his face so soon. He’s going to rip you a new one, and then call you a slob and kick you out of the apartment and say I can’t have a party fiend living with me even though this was your first party ever, honest.

You barely register that you’ve reached the passenger side of Blade’s car, only coming back to awareness when Kafka opens the door for you and starts nudging you into the seat. A really pathetic part of you wants to grab onto her arm and cry hard enough that she just relents and lets you walk home, but you’re already half into the passenger seat, looking everywhere but Blade.

“Take care of them, won’t you, Bladie?” Kafka commands lightly, her hand leaving your arm as you get situated and buckled up in the car. Blade lets out a little huff in response and your stomach sinks. He’s already annoyed.

The car ride to your apartment is only five minutes at this time of night. You just have to survive five minutes in silence and pray that he doesn’t tear into you and scold you like a disappointed parent. A glance at the clock on the car’s console confirms that it’s half past midnight. What the fuck. What were you even doing at the party for that long, besides vomiting and crying?

The car rumbles, exhaust sputtering a little bit as Blade pulls out from the side of the street and drives slowly, carefully, as if not to rattle you, and you really just want him to speed up and throttle the car around so you feel more guilty about waking him up in the middle of the night to come pick you up. Blade goes to bed at eleven, the latest. You can’t imagine why Kafka thought it would be a good idea to call him, of all people, but then you remember that you kind of don’t have any other friends on campus. Your chest tightens at the thought.

Blade makes some kind of sniffling noise, his way of trying to initiate some kind of conversation. There’s not even any music playing, because he always drives in dead silence because he’s abnormal, and on any other day you’d tease him about it like you always do. You see him turn his head to you in the corner of your eye, but you refuse to acknowledge him. You wish he’d just start scolding you, yelling at you or something.

Tears prickle behind your eyes, painfully so, but your hands tighten around each other in your lap as you will yourself to not cry like a baby in front of your roommate. He lets out another sigh, but it doesn’t sound angry, just tired, and somehow that makes you feel worse.

“What were you guys even drinking?” is his question of voice, and it’s the one question you didn't want him to ask, and you can’t help it when the tears spill over and you bring your hand up to wipe them away frantically, hiccuping a little bit as your gut churns.

“What—” Blade stutters, and he never stutters, and you see him whip his head around to look at you, crying into your hands over a simple question, and you just want to leave the car and walk home like you told Kafka you would do. He pulls over to the side of some residential street. There’s a dog barking in a yard and wind chimes clinking together, and you think of your handmade bottle cap wind chime hung in the balcony of yours and Blade’s apartment, and it just makes you cry more.

The car comes to a full stop. Blade puts it in park and turns completely to you. You spare a quick glance at him through the gaps between your fingers, and there’s something like worry on his face, which you’ve never seen before. His face is pinched, lips parted as if wanting to say something, but he can’t. He’s waiting for you.

“I didn't drink anything, Blade,” you sob, feeling miserable at the state of yourself, at how you went to a frat party with nobody you knew and just walked around like a lost child, too scared to drink or talk to anyone, too anxious to say a word. “Not even a shot, or a sip, nothing from the fridge. It was so stupid, you were right, okay? It was a stupid idea, and I shouldn’t have gone.” Your breath catches in your throat, and the car is dead quiet as Blade lets your words sink in.

You try not to make so much noise when you cry, but you’re sniveling and wiping your face and wishing that he would just stop looking at you like that. You can still see the ruby-red of his eyes even when you can’t bear to look up at him, and it makes you so viscerally upset.

Blade is beautiful, really, and it makes you so upset that he looks better than you right now despite him being dragged right out of bed by Kafka’s phone call with a request to pick you up just minutes ago. You, who spent hours selecting an outfit, just to feel inadequate and wholly ugly the minute you walked through the door. It felt like you were back in middle school, spending hours with your parents picking out an outfit to a school dance, looking through ties and pants and shoes, just to show up and feel both overdressed and underdressed, feel like a fool, feel like you just can’t look the way everyone else does. Like something is always a little wrong.

“Kafka said that you got sick. You didn't drink anything? You’re sure?”

“No,” you confirm pitifully, wanting him to just drop the topic and drive the rest of the way home and never talk about this again. “I was just anxious, and I puked like an idiot. Kafka helped me, she was the only one that I knew at the party. I don’t know. I don’t remember anymore. I was just anxious.”

He says your name, not unkindly, but with a prying tone that just makes a fresh wave of tears stream down your face in rivulets. “Why would you go if you didn't know anyone?”

“I don't know!” you shout, heated with embarrassment. You’re acting like a child, throwing a tantrum and crying and shouting in Blade’s car. The seatbelt is too tight on you. You fiddle with it, pulling it from the juncture of your neck and shoulder and loosening it, scratching your bitten nails against the scratchy cloth and looking out of the car window so that you can avoid Blade’s awful, terrible, intrusive gaze.

“I just wanted to be normal, or something. I don’t know anybody from any of my classes. I don’t talk to anyone from my major. And then I got the invite for the party somehow and I just thought it would be fun. I don’t know, Blade, I know I should’ve listened to you, I’m sorry.”

“Stop,” he says firmly, fully turned to you now, as if he wants you to look back at him, to listen to whatever he’s going to say, and that’s the one thing you don’t want to do. You hate that he’s being kind. You wish he’d be sarcastic and mean and cruel, bite into you and feed off your self-pity. But he’s being nice, nice in the same way that he’s nice when he buys the right brand of milk for you (because the others make you sick, and the taste is different), or when he drives you places in his car when it’s raining so that you don’t have to take the buses everywhere, or when he comes home with your ridiculous coffee order that costs a hellacious amount of money with all of your substitutions and additions and flavorings.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he says resolutely, leaving no room for argument, “Just— I didn't know you were feeling like that. I would’ve gone with you if you told me you needed someone. I assumed you were going with a friend.”

You don’t respond with I don’t have any friends, because you’re pretty sure that’s clear enough by now, and you don’t want to confirm what’s already been confirmed a million times over just from the way you act. The way you cling to yours and Blade’s apartment, the way you never spend a second longer than you need to in any of your classes, the way that sometimes, when Blade goes out for class or work, you sit on the couch in silence with your laptop out, doing your work for the week and checking the clock and taking naps so that you don’t have to feel so alone for so long.

“You didn't want to go,” you say instead, “I wasn’t going to make you just because I’m— I don’t know.”

“I would’ve gone for you,” he tells you, really tells you, with a force in his words, like he wants to drive the point into you with a stake, driven right through your heart. “I would do a lot of things if you asked. You just need to ask.”

You don’t— you really don’t want to think about what that means. What he means. You rip your eyes away from the car window and turn to face him. He’s not too close. You almost wish he could be closer, but you would suffocate under the pressure in your stomach and behind your eyes.

He shouldn’t say things like that, things like You just need to ask, because you’d ask for a lot if given the chance. You’d ask for him to come to parties with you, stay by your side, let you put a hand on his shoulder and guide him around another disgusting frat house as if you know what you’re doing. You’d ask him to sleep in the same bed as you some nights, just a foot away from each other, backs turned to each other but still close enough that you can feel the unnatural coldness that radiates off of Blade.

You’d ask him to introduce you to Kafka and that other girl they hang out with, to say something stupid and funny like This is my abhorrent roommate, be nice to them, and that way you’d have more contacts in your phone that aren't just Blade and your parents and two old high school friends who you haven’t spoken to in a year. You’d ask him to be a lot more than just a plus-one to a party full of people you’ve never met.

“I just want to go home,” you breathe out, a guilty confession burning your gums and leaving a sour taste in your mouth. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop saying sorry,” he asserts for the second time tonight, making your lungs squeeze as you puff out a tired exhale. Blade turns back in his seat, taking the car out of park and heading back onto the road—driving slowly, yet again, avoiding cracks and potholes in the road. “You need to eat something. You’ll wake up with a hellish headache if you go to bed dehydrated.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“I said it, so it’s true,” he says petulantly, turning the car down into a road that’s definitely not in the direction of your apartment building. To your hidden delight, the glowing sign of a twenty-four-seven ice cream store comes into view, and you sit up just a little bit. Blade slows the car as he turns into the drive-thru, glancing at you with an eyebrow half-raised.

“What do you want? I’ll order for you.”

“I don’t have my wallet,” you admit, just a little bit embarrassed. “I didn't even bring my keys with me. Do you think they take Apple Pay?”

A breathy laugh escapes him, and you catch sight of a dimple pressed into his cheek, and you want to press your thumb into it and look at his smile, just for a little longer. “Don’t be dumb. I’m paying,” he tells you, the same way he has every time he pays for your cafe drink, or when he comes home from work with your favorite, and says You’re broke enough without having to pay for these drinks, don’t pay me back in that snippy way he shows his care.

You ask for a medium vanilla milkshake, with sprinkles, and he gets you a large instead, which you’re more than grateful for. He refuses to let you look at the receipt for the total cost, and hands you the milkshake with a comical severity that you often see in him. The sweet drink washes away any bitter taste left in your mouth, and you feel a little better, a little nicer in your haphazard party outfit and under Blade’s fleeting gaze.

A deep sigh escapes you, one of relief, when the car finally parks at your apartment building. Blade puts a cold hand between your shoulder blades, unobtrusive and leading, and it’s a comforting contrast from the heat lingering on your skin from the party and the closed car. It feels right, more in-place than Kafka’s warm hands were when she wiped your face and kept you steady, though she was just as gentle.

Blade all but tosses you onto the couch, claiming that it’s much too late for a shower and he’d rather not deal with you collapsing from exhaustion in the tub. You relent easily, the exhaustion of the night hitting you and soaking into your limbs.

“I’ll let you sleep on the couch,” he says, and it’s a good and kind thing, because he knows that sometimes you hate your bedroom because it’s just too empty, and the constant sound filtering into the living room puts you at ease. He never lets you sleep on the couch, because it’s bad for your back, and he jokes about you developing adult onset scoliosis with the awful way you sleep. Letting you do it, just this once, is another one of his small mercies.

The TV is on, humming at a low volume, and your legs are thrown across Blade’s lap. You’re shocked that he’s willing to fall asleep with you like this, but he’s kind, sarcastic and biting but kind all the same, as much as he loathes to admit it. It’s not too lonely, you decide, hearing the bottle cap wind chimes on your balcony clink together in dissonant harmonies.

(There’s a missing text from a new contact on your phone when you wake up, coming from pretty lady friend, extending an invite to brunch in two days, and you kick your legs on the couch in giddy excitement, thinking about how you’ll rope Blade into coming with you, too.)

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lixie-phoria · 8 months

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bf!chan comfort hours

pairing : chan x gn!reader | genre : angst to comfort | warnings : nightmares, reader has a panic attack but not explicitly mentioned | word count : 0.7k

request : hey, can i ask for a comfort/angst one-shot with skz? it could be any member

grief hits at the strangest times, sucking the breath out of your lungs and logical thoughts from your head.

grief was an old friend. grief was a toxic, manipulative, and pernicious old friend you wish you could let go off.

it was early in the morning. you were supposed to be asleep beside chan, snuggled into his side. but you weren't. you were squatted on the cold tiles of your bathroom floor, head tucked between your knees and back pressed against the hard marble. alone.

nightmares were a common occurrence. they would jar you awake almost every night, covered in a cold sweat and gasping for air. chan would help you down from them, always. he knew what to say, what to do, and how to bring you down to reality.

but this time he wasn't there.

the truth hit you like bricks.

you'd had an argument. it was silly, stupid, unnecessary. but it was terrible. he'd stormed off finally to spend the rest of the night at one of the boys' house. how you wish he hadn't. how you wish he was here.

you didn't know how long you spent trying to calm your breathing, but the sun's rays eventually filtered through the small window, and with them came chan.

you didn't hear his car pull into the driveway or the keys turning into the lock. your heart pounded against your ribs, trying to break free.

the poor boy had finally had some sense talked into him from lee know. he wanted to apologize, but he couldn't find you, and he felt his anxiety rising. you weren't in the kitchen. you weren't in your bed. you weren't on the terrace.

it didn't take him long to put two and two together and before you even realized he was home, chan was flinging open the door to the bathroom.

it startled you as you scrambled back, wide eyes staring into the concerned ones of your boyfriend.

"y/n"

the way he said your name: the tenderness, the accent, the softening of his eyes. it melted your heart.

your body acted before your mind did, and you were up in an instant and running into his embrace, the tears you had tried so hard to keep in finally falling.

he was waiting for you with open arms. he always was. he caught you, both literally and metaphorically.

"chan"

"i'm here, babe. i've got you."

it was simple. no explanations demanded. he knew you needed him, and he was more than willing to be there as he gingerly picked you up, your legs wrapping around his torso as he carried you into your shared bedroom.

the sheets were cold, but chan was warm. he was comforting. he was home.

"channie, im so sorry-"

"dont."

"but-"

"no."

his soft hands pushed your hair out of your eyes, gently wiping the tears away and pulling the blanket up to your chin.

"it wasn't your fault."

"it wasn't yours either," he assured, enveloping your trembling hands into his bigger ones.

"i was so scared you wouldn't come back. i thought you left. forever."

"never. i could never."

he slid into the sheets beside you, tucking your face into his chest and wrapping his arms around you.

"i love you, y/n. don't you ever forget that."

"i love you too, chan."

you loved how he smelled. you loved how he held you close. you loved how his chest vibrated as he hummed a tune to calm you down. you loved the kisses he was pressing against your head. you loved the circles he was drawing on your back. you loved him. you would always love him.

"you should sleep," he whispered.

"i can't. not without you."

"i'm right here, love. i will be here when you wake up, too."

"promise?"

"promise."

you snuggled closer. it had barely been one night and you had missed him so much.

"we'll talk about it once we're both well rested, yeah?"

you nodded into his shirt.

"i love you."

"i love you too."

and just like that the grasps of sleep pulled you in. but this time it was comforting. this time you had chan by your side. and you would never have it any other way.

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pupkashi · 1 year

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when you’re sick

includes gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta

a/n: hi friends !! here are some headcanons on how the boys are when you’re sick </3 ty for the request and let me know what y’all think !! i also have a megumi drabble w sick!reader if u wanted more tooth rotting fluff :]

masterlist

— gojo satoru !

surprises you with how easily he slips into the role of a caretaker, immediately diagnoses you with ease and is providing you the perfect medicine to remedy your illness

“drink this tea i made it’ll help clear your nose up and help with your cough,” you state at him skeptically, but sure enough within the hour you feel better than you had the past few days

when you ask him how he just knows all these things he smiles fondly, “megumi went through a phase where he got sick quite often so i picked up a couple things”

cuddles you despite your protests of getting him sick, hits you with ‘im the strongest’ before pulling you into his chest, a smile on his face when you’re asleep within minutes

isn’t a great cook but he orders you so many soups and foods that know will be good for you !! wakes you up between naps to make sure you eat food and drink water, pedialite or gatorade

he finds you so adorable when you’re sick :( you’re just so clingy and soft and you need him there with you and it’s finally him taking care of you rather than the other way around and he’s just so happy to be the one taking care of you <3

“i know i look terrible right now” you chuckled and gojo only shook his head, smoothing your hair to make it look less of a mess and kissing your forehead

“you could never look terrible to me, lovebug” maybe it was the slightly high feeling from the nyquil or maybe this was all a fever dream but your bottom lip wobbled a bit as you looked at your lover

he’d never seemed more angelic than he did now, the sun rising casting a glow around his snowy hair, his beautiful blue eyes peering over the sunglasses he’d get to take off from his medicine run, his touch was relaxing as you melted into it

“i love you, angel boy” you mumbled, placing a kiss to his cheek before fluttering your eyes closed and drifting to sleep

gojo was left with a smile on his face, his cheeks rosy as he replied to you, “and i love you sweetheart”

— nanami kento !

warned you to take some medicine two days before you got even more sick but you brushed it off, “I’m not even sick this is just because of the change in weather” he’ll shake his head

it’s 1:47 am two days later when he reads the text you’ve sent him ‘i have a fever :(’ he can’t help the snicker that leaves his mouth as he slips on some pants and a shirt, heading out the door and on his way to yours

he takes your temperature by kissing your forehead

if you don’t have any medicine at yours he’ll probably just ask if it’s okay for you to go to his and if you say yes he’ll grab a couple changes of clothes for you, packing your bathroom stuff in a baggy and carrying to his car, placing you softly in the passenger seat, buckling your seatbelt before rushing to the drivers side and heading back home

if you decide you’d rather stay home he’ll rush to his place and come back with all his medicine and things to make good herbal teas

brings half his damn fridge to make you soup tomorrow morning because he does not plan on leaving your side until you’re better !!!

makes the best chicken noodle soup you’ve ever had, he smiled when you finish your entire bowl, happy that at least you haven’t lost your appetite

makes sure to do everything to keep your fever down, a frown on his face when you since as he takes away your blankets and presses cold towels to your feverish skin

comforts you all night, holds you tightly to his body when you tell him how much your body aches

makes sure you stay on schedule with medicine, cooking you light meals to keep down, will even spoon feed you

tells you how proud he is of you for finishing your food before telling you to drink some water and get rest :-(

cleans your apartment for you, does your laundry if you have some piled up, will help you shower if your fever has been gone for long enough but you feel too exhausted

when you’re finally feeling better he kisses your forehead, grabbing his keys and you��re pouting on the couch, “going to work already?” he can’t help but smile at how hard you were trying to hide how sad you were

“I’m going to get us more groceries, i won’t be long” a smile on his face when your face relaxes a bit, “i promise” he reassures, walking over and kissing your cheek before waving goodbye and hurrying back to you

once you’re all healthy you invite him for dinner, cooking him his favorite thing you make and buying some dessert for the two of you to share

“thank you for taking care of me” you smile, your head resting on his firm chest, his arm that was draped over your shoulders pulled you in tighter

“I’ll take care of you any time you need me, my love”

he’s perfect :(

— fushiguro megumi !

when you tell him you’re sick he wants to drop everything and just be by your side, he knows how stubborn you can be and he wants to make sure you actually take care of yourself rather than brushing your needs off

shows up at your door with all kinds of medicine, takes you’re temperature and has you sit on the couch, asking if you’ve taken medicine or not

can tell pretty quickly if you have a cold or something else, giving you the appropriate medicine and putting away the others in your designated medicine cabinet or nook

makes you a packet of maggi soup because he doesn’t know if he trusts himself enough to make good enough chicken noodle soup that you’ll actually keep down

becomes so soft !!! with h be smiling at you the entire time to make you feel better, tells you anecdotes and listens to his favorite songs with you <3

will put on your favorite movies and watch them in bed with you, promising he won’t get sick from a couple cuddles

laughs at all of your lame jokes instead of rolling his eyes like usual, he thinks it’s the least he can do when you’re running a high fever and you’re slightly delirious

will try his best to be with you at all times but if there’s a mission he has to take or gojo won’t stop bothering him about he will text you or call you to make sure you eat and take medicine

says he hates dealing with you for the 15 minutes it takes for nyquil to fully kick in but he secretly loves how you’ll start serenading him with whatever song he played last or how you tell him you could beat his ass even in this condition

followed by a pathetic attempt of a punch which he allows to hit him, “okay let’s calm down Muhammad Ali” you giggle at his comment

“you’re so funny gumi! why don’t you ever tell anyone else jokes?” he blushes and shakes his head, finishing tucking you in and placing a kiss on your nose

“i save the best ones for you, pretty” you smile widely, your eyelids becoming heavier with every passing moment

“love you megumi” you murmur, instinctively curling into his side, he blushes and your breathing evens out, “i love you more,” he replies in a gentle whisper

when the others find out all he’s done for you while you were sick they call him when they get sick, only for him to hang up the phone after telling them to look it up

— itadori yuji !

poor angel boy assumes the worst and races over to your place in fear that you’re dying

“y/n?! are you alright?” the concern is evident in his voice and even more obvious when you see his brows intensely furrowed and lips sitting in a small pout

“yuj, i said i was coughing a lot and might be sick not that i was on the brink of death” he scratches the back of his neck sheepishly with the smallest of smiles

honestly doesn’t know what to do, he never really got sick and his grandfather always took care of himself enough where yuji didn’t have to worry

asks you what your symptoms are and you roll your eyes, deciding to entertain him for a bit

his eyes are wide as web MD practically tells him you’re dying in two hours and there’s no cure for your ailments

“I’m sorry i didn’t buy you flowers everyday, im sorry i didn’t get us concert tickets for the group you liked please forgive me when you pass on!” there’s a couple tears in his eyes and you almost feel bad for laughing

“yuji, lover boy, it’s probably just my allergies, im not gonna die” “oh? why didn’t you say so earlier” his tears are gone and he’s seemingly perfectly composed and you can’t help but fall a little harder for the dork in front of you

he’ll buy you medicine so long as you tell him what kind, and he’ll cook some meatballs for you to eat, happy that he’s keeping you fed and not completely useless

will cuddle with you if you get a fever, holding your impossibly close to him, whispering sweet nothings in your ears so you could get some rest

he’ll do anything you need him to do so that you can rest with peace of mind, laundry? done, dishes? washed, floor? sweeped and moped, you have any assignments or something you have to turn in while you’re sick? he’s asking nobara for her to chegg account or googling how to do it

doesn’t let you do a single thing until you’re better !! even helps you shower, sings for you while he shampoos and conditions your hair, if it’s long enough to make a spikes or a mohawk he will definitely do it

just such a sweet kind soul that will provide you with anything you need while you’re sick, and though the first time he’s inexperienced, by the time you get sick again he’s ready with any and all medicines and tea remedies to help nurse you back to health <3

— inumaki toge !

competes with nanami for best personal nurse !!! absolutely will do the most to get you healthy again

“sorry toge, gonna have to cancel our date for tonight i think I’m getting a fever” you spoke over the phone, “mustard leaf?” “my body just really hurts and i feel a little hot, you don’t have to come over i don’t wanna get you sick”

“bonito flakes” he frowns, hanging up the phone before you can protest already making his way to yours, stopping by the store to buy a couple things for you

amazing cook !!! makes you all sorts of things that have all the vitamins and things you need that aren’t too heavy

gives you pedialite to keep you hydrated and makes sure you drink every last drop of it

very firm when it comes to you taking your medicine, doesn’t care if you hate it or think you’re all better, you will be drinking the disgusting cherry flavor he bought (turns out you were not better as you almost got a fever that night had it not been for taking the medicine earlier)

#1 cuddler !!! “i don’t wanna get you sick” a pout on your face, inumaki shakes his head, “fish flakes” you giggle as he works his way next to you, “everyone gets sick, you’re saying you’ve never been sick?” “salmon”

he’s so warm and welcoming and you’re immediately melting into his arms so you choose to believe that he won’t get sick as you snore softly on his chest

won’t let you use more than one blanket if you have a fever, places damp towels on your body to control your fever, apologizes in kisses and cuddles along with amazing soup

will get you anything you need from the store so that you can take time to fully recover and sleep, never telling you how much it was even though he’s also buying you snacks and ice cream

absolutely will binge watch a tv show with you !! you guys get absolutely hooked on Hell’s Kitchen, blowing through an entire season in one day

toge grows convinced Gordon Ramsey would be a terrible curse to exorcise, you can’t help but giggle at his words

he is just so caring and amazing and will get you to pristine condition in no time :( as soon as you’re better you pepper his face in kisses and make him burst into a fit of giggle

you definitely take him out on a much deserved date afterwards (he gets food poisoning and then you have to take care of him) (he denies that this counts as being sick)

— okkotsu yuta !

gets so worried !! that poor boy is asking questions faster than you can answer on the other end of the line

“do you have a fever? a cough? food poisoning? is there medicine at home? I’m on my way back” you don’t get to argue before you hear the tone of him hanging up

it’s a while later that he shows up, taking you in his arms and kissing your forehead, “you’re burning up! we have to get you out of these layers what are you thinking?” leads you to bed, shocked at how many blankets you were in before his arrival

changes you into shorts and one of his t shirts, asking if you’ve eaten before he even hands you medicine

if you hadn’t he’ll whip up something quick, making sure you eat everything before giving you medicine and placing you in his lap, smoothing down your hair and talking to you about his day as you struggle to stay awake

places you in bed and ticks you in, cleaning up any tissues that were on the nightstand or on the floor, washing the dishes and putting your clothes to wash

he’s preparing dinner for the two of you when he hears you quiet calls for him

“yuta?” your voice is small and he’s next to you almost instantly, “what is it baby?” he frowns when he takes your temperature again, even higher than before

he’ll give you some more medicine, getting in bed with you and cuddling you to warm you up, his chest tightening as he feels your body shake a bit

makes you lots of teas for you to drink throughout the day, gives you so much water and soups !!!

when you’re okay enough to shower he’ll change your sheets, wash your pillows and blankets and set out fresh cleans for you

babies you so so much <3 doesn’t let you lift a finger and will get you absolutely anything you want (he has to remember to cancel his free trial on Hulu since you wanted to watch rio but neither of you had the streaming service)

very gentle with you !! brushes your hair out of your face with the softest touch in the world, his calloused fingers just barely touching your skin

will lay in bed with you for as long as you want, running a calming hand up and down your back or arm until you sleep or he gets up to get you something you need

he is just so attentive and sweet the entire time, never once missing the chance to tell you how much he loves and cares for you

#gojo satoru headcanons #nanami kento headcanons #megumi fushiguro headcanons #itadori yuji headcanons #inumaki toge headcanons #okkotsu yuta headcanons #gojo satoru x reader #nanami kento x reader #megumi fushi x reader #itadori yuji x reader #inumaki toge x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #sick!reader #jjk x Sick!reader #jjk comfort fic #jjk imagines #jjk headcanons

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horanghaeluvsinniehae · 2 months

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Hi guys! Im ashamed how long i procrastinated on this BUT I’m back with a lovely request from @want2besomeoneelse who also requested this lovely fic with skz han!! Thank you so much for requesting this because it’s such an adorable idea and i loved it so much even if it took me 2weeks to finish:(

Pairing: ateez wooyoung!bf x gn!reader

Disclaimer: BBQ, kisses, mention of atz beating Wooyoung up if he hurts reader (couldn’t find anything else but please tell me if there is any!!)

Word count:1372 (im sorry i just loved the idea so much😭)

The request was based on the middle photo!<3

The comfort of Wooyoung

After Wooyoung offered the cuddles with the BBQ, the idea didn't seem that bad anymore. You got a little excited and even cheered up a bit at the thought of being with the boys, listening to their banter while cuddling with your lovely boyfriend.

You honestly loved spending time with all of them, but today you were just so exhausted and felt like going out and being around loud crowds of people would just make things worse. But you also haven't seen them properly in a while and they’re like a second family to you and you miss them a lot.

Wooyoung picked you up around seven. After like ten minutes of driving and talking, you realised that he went the opposite way to your usual BBQplace so you questioned him. “Hey Woo…aren’t you going in the wrong direction?” “No babes, we’re going to Yungi! They said that they wouldn't mind if it’s at theirs if it means you're going to come with me!” He smiled at you softly and looked back at the road. Your heart melted when you heard what was happening.

The rest of Ateez are like the big brothers you wish you had when you were younger. They are protective of you and would definitely beat Wooyoung if he hurt you.

When you arrived at Yunho and Mingi’s apartment, Yungi and Hongjoong were setting up the BBQ and the meat outside while the others were half fooling around, half helping the others. After the preparations were done all of you piled outside.

You sat around the grill and when Wooyoung put his arms around you, you instantly melted into his side. You were so tired. Sleep has been terrible these days and today’s meetings sucked the life out of you. The elder knew that cuddles charge you up very well so that’s exactly what you choose to do to recover from today’s work stress.

While everyone fed themselves, your caring boyfriend also fed you as you remained glued to his side. All you had to do was point at the items you wanted to eat and you occasionally kissed him on the cheek to show him that even though you're tired, you are beyond grateful to have him.

After all of the meat was eaten everyone stayed outside around the grill and talked about anything and everything. You listened to Jongho and Mingi both complain about struggling with a new dance move in the choreography, while Wooyoung giggled at them because of course the main dancer had already mastered that move.

After a while, you started getting cold and just wanted to be inside. “Woo…do you think we could move inside, it's cold here. Would the others be okay with that?” you pouted and looked up at him with tired eyes. “Yunho hyung, could all of us move to the couches inside? It’s getting cold and I don't want any of us to get sick.” Wooyoung asked the host. You were thankful that he didn't emphasize that you were cold because you would’ve felt bad for making everyone move inside just because you felt cold. “I support the idea!” Yeosang said who was sitting on your right side. “Well then let’s go inside, but please help us clean up here!” Seonghwa instructed his dongsaengs as he stood up from his chair.

After twenty minutes all of you sat on the couch and Mingi was going through Netflix, waiting for suggestions on what to watch. “Let’s watch the one with Seongwha hyung in it!!” Jongho said enthusiastically while everyone laughed.

After Mingi put How to Train Your Dragon you felt Wooyoung move. “Baby are you comfy?” he kissed your temple softly after he asked. You turned to face him and nodded, giving him a soft peck. He smiled at you brightly and pulled you closer to his side.

Even though you've seen this movie before, you still teared up when Hiccup’s dad told him: you are not my son. While you were trying to sniffle quietly, Wooyoung suddenly lifted you up and put you on his lap. You looked at him confusedly. “Wanted to comfort my baby. I don’t like seeing you sad!” He gave you a quick kiss and wiped your tears for you. You snuggled closer to him and after a while, your sniffles quieted down. Wooyoung softly rubbed your shoulder up and down.

The movie was not even halfway when you started feeling drowsy. You were already tired but with your head on Woo’s chest, you could feel every vibration when he laughed or made a comment so that just added to making you slowly fall into a soft slumber.

You don’t know for how long you were asleep, but you stirred up when Wooyoung started moving around. You wanted to get up because Woo must’ve gotten sore by now. But you couldn't move much upward because two strong arms firmly wrapped around your middle and pulled you right back to where you were before. “Woo, I can move if you want me to-” “No baby I want more cuddles! I just wanted to lie down so it’d be more comfortable for both of us!” he interrupted you and lay on his back while also shifting your body so you’ll be comfy cuddling into his side. “Thank you Youngie!” After you thanked him, you fell right back to sleep, not even realising in your sleep-drunken state that you guys were still in Yungi’s home with the others around you.

As you dozed off again, the others around you started teasing your boyfriend with kissie faces and cheeky looks, but he couldn't care less when you were in his arms. He placed small kisses on your trample and brushed his hand through your hair. Then he rubbed your back while pointing his tongue out at his crazy hyungs and of course, Jongho who has sneakily taken generous amounts of photos of the two of you. Even if Jongho isn't an affectionate person he still loves looking at what you have. Plus it’s great blackmailing material, but that’s not the important part.

Another unknown amount of time went by and this time you woke up when the cold air hit your face. After you looked around you realised that you were at your front door still cuddled up in Wooyoung’s arms while he was opening the door. You wanted to put your legs down, but Woo still didn’t want to let you go.

After you got in Wooyoung brought you to the bathroom, gently placed you on the counter and took care of you as in brushing your teeth and changing you into pyjamas. You got off the counter and walked to your bed, but you realised that Woo hadn’t changed into the pyjamas that he kept at your apartment just in case he wanted to sleep there. You turned around with a sleepy pout on your face and looked up at your boyfriend who was following you to your bedroom. “Young-ah you're gonna leave me here?” you looked at him sadly. “You want me to stay baby?” Woo asked you before giving you a gentle kiss. “Of course I want you to stay!! I always want you here with me Woo!” you exclaimed and hugged him tightly. He chuckled lightly then picked you up and put you down on your back. “I’ll be back quickly baby, I'm just gonna change yeah?” He looked at you lovingly. You just nodded and got comfy in the bed. You closed your eyes because it was getting harder to keep them open.

You were in between awake and fully asleep when you felt the mattress dip next to you then you were grabbed by two familiar hands and pulled into his chest. “I love you, Woo, thank you for today!” you told him and gave him a quick kiss. “I love you too baby and you don't have to thank me!” he said then gave you a kiss back.

He pulled you closer into his chest again and kissed the top of your head. “Good night my love!” He said to you asleep form and then he fell asleep too dreaming about forever and after with you.

Thank you for reading this and im deeply sorry for not posting for 2 weeks:(( im also sorry if me and or my work gives of pick me vibes because i dont mean to😭

Anyways please give me feedbacks because it motivates me to write more and that way i can work on things you point out!!

You can always request and i’d love to receive requests!!

Thank you for reading my work and not forgetting about me!! Take care of yourself and be safe please❤️‍🩹🫂

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bedoballoons · 7 months

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Thank you so much for this idea @harerusspreadablewaffle I hope you enjoy it!! Sorry it took so long to get it written!!

─⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤⊰⁠⊹ฺ🎃

{༻~Where have you gone~༺}

CW: Angsty with comfort at the end!! Reader thinks the character has left them! Mentions of past arguments!

Part one: Character thinks reader left them

(Includes: Itto, Tighnari, Kaeya and Aether!)

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𑁍༄Itto:

You covered your face with a blanket, trying to hide the tears that soaked the pillow under your head and the way your breath got caught up in your sobs everytime you tried to calm down. You didn't even know how a slight disagreement...had spiraled so far out of control.

SLAM

You almost jumped out of your skin, hearing the front door shut so harshly almost made your blood run cold...had Itto...had he just left you? Would he come back? Your mind raced with worries, breaths coming out even shorter than before and heart trembling with fear. You didn't know what to do, to leave him to his own devices and hoped he returned or go after him and try everything to convince him to come back?

You pulled the blanket around yourself even tighter and slowly made your way to the door...you didn't know how long you'd sat there... how many hours it took from midday to turn to midnight...or even when you started to fall asleep. All you knew is when you woke up, you were nicely tucked into bed with Ittos strong arms around you and a vase of fresh picked wildflowers right before your eyes alongside a small badly written note.

I'm sorry

𑁍༄Tighnari:

You fell to your knees in defeat...watching through puffy red tear stained eyes as Tighnari walked out the door, leaving you in the middle of the floor with nothing but arguments and worries that ate away at you, regrets and all of your harsh words flooding through your heart. All of the things he'd said...you knew they weren't true and he did too, but you were both so angry that things kept slipping out before you could stop them...now you weren't even sure if he'd come back.

"I-im sorry..." You whispered inbetween laboured breaths, trying desperately to stop the panick attack that was creeping up on you but failing miserably. You just didn't know what to do, how do you fix it? You just couldn't do it...you curled up into a ball on the floor, telling yourself it was going to be okay over and over...untill eventually the door opened again...

"What...what are you doing?"

"T-trying to c-c-calm down."

"Awe no...I'm so sorry. I shouldn't have left, I just needed some time to...agh it doesn't matter. Here let me help." Tighnari leaned down helping you off the floor...but not letting go once you were standing, he felt terrible...leaving you like that. "Im so sorry..."

𑁍༄Kaeya:

You weren't sure where you were going, what was pulling you away from your home and down the quiet streets of Mondstat, all the way till you reached the bar. It looked somewhat gloomy at night...and even though you'd walked all the way to it, you felt like it would be wrong to go inside...to actually see him and try to speak to him after all you'd both said to each other.

You didn't even truly know if it's where he was...if he'd even want anything to with you, but you had to try....try to convince him not to leave forever.

"Oh...didn't expect to see you here..."

You spun around, shocked to see Kaeya not far from you... especially in such a state. He looked even worse then you had after the argument, his eyes were puffy and red, and you could smell the wine on his breath, he'd looked like he'd probably just spilled his guts to the bartender...who was most likely Diluc. "I-i wanted to stop you from leaving...I don't...I don't want our relationship to end just because of what we said, I didn't mean any of it..."

He smiled slightly, taking a couple uneven steps in your direction until he was only about a foot away, "I never had any plans of leaving, *hic* what I said was in no way true...and I know you didn't mean it either. Just n-needed to clear my head,...but I'll always come back for you in the end."

𑁍༄Aether:

"Aether?" You poked your head out of your room, hoping to see him on the couch...talk to him about what had happened, apologize and hope he apologized too, but all that sat atop the cushions was a misshaped pillow and blanket, both of which you swore hadn't moved since you threw them there. "Aether...I just...I'm sorry for all the yelling and what happened, I was really upset and I said things I shouldn't have...but you did too and I think we should talk about it....Aether?"

You looked around the house for him, realizing rather quickly...that he was no where inside. It was like one of your worst nightmares had come true...he'd left you. It was like you stopped breathing for a second just so you could process what was happening, yes the fight had been bad but not so bad he'd never return right? He hadn't left forever...

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Your hands started to shake, tears welling up in your eyes all over again...untill you noticed the shadow outside.

You threw on the nearest coat and hurried out the front door...relief washing over you the second you spotted Aether. He looked like he hadn't slept all night...and you could tell he was cold from sitting on the porch for so long, but for now what mattered most...was fixing things, "Aether I'm so sor-"

He pulled you into a tight embrace, rubbing your back softly and kissing the top of your head to say it was all okay...he wasn't upset with you anymore, "I'm sorry too...none of those things are worth hurting what we have. I love you...and I promise, I won't ever let my emotions get the better of me again."

◥(•̀￦•́)◤☪︎ ִ ࣪𖤐 ☾𖤓~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

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ateriblewriter · 1 year

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can you do 40 on the celly with Trevor Zegras?

thank you friend! im sorry this isn't my best work. but i hope its okay. if you don't like it, let me know. i'll rewrite because i was toying around with another idea. also i added 48 and 47 to this.

40. "Stop freaking out, you're making me freak out! And I'm the level headed one of the house!"

48. "I just need to hear your voice, you're alright?"

47. "Bring a charger next time, you scared the shit out of me."

trevor wasn't to terribly worried when he didn't notice her at the game. maybe she forgot or she got caught up at work. life happens no biggie. it wasn't the most important game in the world. it's more so she had promised to be there wearing his jersey and go out afterwards.

he figured he would find her at home on the couch snuggled underneath the fluffiest blanket watching.

"honey i'm home!" trevor stepped over the threshold of the apartment calling out for her. fully expecting to be greeted with light and warmth, maybe even the tv blaring, he actually found the place dark, cold and void of any noise.

he was so confused. where were you? this was totally unlike you not to be here. maybe you sent him a text and he missed it. checking his phone there were maybe a could of messages from the guys asking if he found you, but nothing from you. in fact it had been hours since either of you had reached out.

slight panic started setting in and a few terrible what ifs crept in.

"come on. pick up. please."

dialing her number, trevor needed to know what was going on. he had to find out if she was okay. It was of no comfort to him when the phone went straight to voicemail.

hey y/n. its me. i've been missing you all day. i just need to hear your voice, you're alright? please call me. i love you.

she was late. she was so very late.

y/n had every intention to be there but everything happened so fast and she had to make a last minute trip to the emergency room after she was done nannying for the day. that combined with the fact that she missed the entire game made her feel like a pretty shitty girlfriend.

"i'm late. im so sorry." she watched trevor pacing back and forth nervously biting his already short finger nails. he was freaking out something. probably. she felt bad for breaking her promise. she didn’t like doing that. "trev?"

he must not have heard her since he kept pacing.

"hey stop freaking out, you're making me freak out. and im the level headed one of the house!" she effectively broke his trance by stepping in front of him, and he bumping into her.

"i'm sorry i wasn't there." he engulfed his body around yours, lifting her up.

"where were you? i was so worried." trevor asked putting her back on her feet. he was calming down, now that y/n were here.

“mrs. kearse was late, and the girls were chasing me and i slipped and apparently i broke my wrist. that’s why i have this thing.” she raised her arm to show him the lime green cast.

“oh. and I totally would have called but it didn't charge last night and amelia insisted on watching videos on it. im re-" trevor cut his girlfriend off with a kiss

"don't be sorry, it okay. just please bring a charger next time, you scared the shit out of me."

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optimist-pine · 2 months

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When Skies Are Gray (Ch.1)

Summary: You cross paths with someone from your past on the worst day of your life (which is saying a lot).

Warnings: Typical TWD content! Injury, death, suggestions of SA, language, etc.

Word Count: 1,661

Era: Between seasons 3 & 4, before Rick stops going on runs

A/n: I convinced myself that Daryl Dixon and coffee shop AU could totally go together...

One mistake. Very likely your last one at that. However, judging by the look in the man's eye, you may have just enough time to squeeze in another before your life comes to a permanent close. A grand finale of utterly screwing up. Seems fitting.

Despite everything, you don't actually desire the finality of death yet. The adrenaline surging through your bones reminds you that hope isn't completely gone until your body starts walking around, y'know, without your soul attached.

Past the end of your revolver, the man's pistol aims back at you, a cruel, sordid smile crawling across his face as his gaze roams around your figure. "Came in here lookin' for somethin' to ease our appetites... Looks like we found ourselves some dessert instead." He sounds quite pleased with himself, and you can only imagine what terrible thoughts are filling his mind.

You can't withhold the cold shiver that slips down your spine, cursing inwardly. Stupid. There were so many things you should've done differently to prevent this exact scenario from happening, but you'd gotten comfortable.

The small shop held the slightest promise of ammunition; that's the only reason you'd even risked investigating it with the encroaching threat of dusk at your heels. But you'd been sloppy in scoping the place out, and careless enough that when a cold hand grabbed you from behind you'd shot without a second thought.

Now you're reaping the repercussions of your foolishness. The lump of a body lay bleeding on the dirty linoleum floor. And you stand trapped between two men with guns who have worse intentions than using them on you.

"Dammit, man, she shot Jed!" The second man cries from behind you.

The first man doesn't even spare a glance. "If he let some bitch shoot 'im, then he d'serves it." He spits

"Duke, I dunno man." His boots shift nervously. "Let's just get tha' hell outta here." Please, please do your mind pleads.

The man named Duke begins to saunter towards you slowly, toying with you. "My pal an' I here are gonna have a fun night courtesy of you, doll. Then, after, we'll kill ya." Your arms are beginning to feel the strain from holding out your own gun for so long. You readjust your grip, but what's the point? He's almost to you now. "How's that sound?" Your thoughts are swirling, there's no way you can escape without getting at least seriously injured. But if that's the only option besides giving up willingly... well, you'll take that chance. You have to.

On the count of three... one... tw

BLAM!

You drop to the ground in a crouch, expecting the inevitable overwhelming pain of being shot to take over your body - but it never does. You lift your head to find Duke... dead. You whip around to see the other man with an arrow through his eye. Your gun's back out in an instant, aimed at a new target that emerges from behind a rusty shelf.

The new man holds a crossbow, posture rigid and shoulders sturdy. A good portion of his face is blocked by the bow except for feathers of brunette hair shrouding a blue eye.

"Whoa, there." The sound of a hammer being cocked at your back sends a rush of fury through you. Was this some sort of sick joke? Held at gunpoint by two men, then being rescued only to be held at gunpoint again by two different men? If you were honest with yourself, it wasn't all that surprising though. As far as luck went you were permanently scraping the bottom of the barrel.

The crossbow in front of you lowers suddenly. "Lav'nder?"

Now that you can see both of them clearly those blue eyes look awfully familiar. "Dixon?"

BLAM!

A blinding pain floods through your right shoulder so quickly that you collapse, sharp waves of heat blooming and spreading and taking over your whole body. You can see your gun lying in the dust and dirt. Huh, you hadn't realized you'd dropped it. You study the weapon as the daylight dims; the sun must not be wasting any time in its descent this evening. You think someone is talking but their voice is fading, the pain is numbing, the darkness is turning to black. There's never been a colder place than the floor of this cursed little shop.

One last stop before heading back home. An old hole-in-the-wall gun store on the off chance they'll find anything to help replenish the resources depleted in the fight against the Governor.

What little promise the place does have dissipates the moment a solitary gunshot rings through the air; all senses immediately on the alert. It isn't hard to discern the situation, the lead man's intentions are unmistakable. And so, they do what they've had to do too many times before.

But when the woman turns around, what he sees takes him a minute to process. You. He knows you. The word sounds stupid, but it escapes him nonetheless. Then again, maybe not completely stupid because you do remember him.

BLAM!

"Dammit!" Daryl shouts, unleashing his arrow into the skull of the third man. The man they'd mistakenly presumed was already dead. He rushes to your side, inspecting the wound. Clean through the shoulder. Good. He removes his vest and sheds his long-sleeved shirt, tying it around your shoulder, holding pressure. By the time he manages to bring himself to look you in the eye, you're already out of it.

Rick rifles around the men's belongings, gathering up their weapons and anything else that's useful. "You know her?" He asks, skeptical, with that particular cock of his head.

Daryl nods. "M'yeah. I did." He replies softly. You looked so different now; ragged, weary... alone. But still, he would recognize you anywhere. "C'mon, we gotta get 'er back to Hershel and Dr. S."

Rick's checking out your belongings now, snatching your gun off the floor to inspect it. "D'you trust her?" He asks.

Daryl hefts you up into his arms - it's easier than it should be. "She's a good one." An understatement.

"Heh, yeah." Rick chuckles, holding your gun out for him to inspect. "Cylinder's empty. Held off four men with a gun that wasn't even loaded." He gives Daryl a nod. "Let's get 'er home."

Daryl sits with your head in his lap, the rest of your body carefully draped across the backseat of the truck, hair spilling haphazardly across his pant legs. His fingertips hover nervously above your face, the overwhelming urge to physically reassure himself that you're really here growing by the second. He's terrified though. Why? Jus' do it. Rough fingers ever so gently brush dirty locks behind your ear, revealing sun-worn skin gone pale.

It's like he can't look long enough or hard enough at your face to make it feel true. To make you feel real. Are you? Out of anyone who could've found their way here from his past... Out of all the deadbeats and scumbags he would be unsurprised to find thriving in the lawlessness...

It was you.

The town had one lonely cafe, which was unfortunately sandwiched smack dab between the tattoo parlor and the pub - aka, Merle's playground. Once Merle had left for the military and then landed himself in prison, Daryl had kept to the same old routine more out of habit than desire.

He was on his way to the tattoo parlor late that afternoon - he can't remember why he was using the front entrance because he almost always went in through the back - but that day he had to walk past the happy little cafe to get there...

It's a warm spring day, the air beginning to fill with the scent of flowers instead of just dirt and cold. Which also means that people are sitting out front of the little coffee joint straining to soak up the last rays of sunshine. The shop windows are open to let in the fresh air, making the place seem noisier than usual.

"Lavender latte!" A barista shouts around the clamor from inside.

The screech of metal on cement to his left as a girl pushes out her chair. Just as he's about to walk past, he hears the scuff of a foot against the sidewalk and suddenly she's falling toward him. He reaches up to brace himself and stabilize her shoulders as her palms thud against his chest.

She pulls back, quick as a whip, eyes huge as pink begins to sprout on her cheeks. "I'm so sorry!" She blurts, gaze flickering around. It's weird, but he can't help but notice that she smells good, like really good. Flowers and citrus and earth, real things, not just some overpowering canned perfume like he's used to being around at the bar. She's cute too, feminine but not girly or gaudy, hair wind-whipped, hands and feet with remnants of dirt like she's been outside working. The pages of a paperback flutter in the breeze on the table behind her, the stem of a flower peeking out the bottom of the book.

"Are you okay?" She asks, eyes focused surely on his now, irises deep and unwavering and... Idiot. He's staring and he hasn't said a thing and you're waiting for a response.

"M'fine." He says with a grunt, crossing his arms. He almost tells you off for being so clumsy but the barista shouts again:

"Lavender latte!"

She brushes her hair behind her ear as if it's a nervous habit. "Oh, okay. That's good... I'd better go get that." She laughs, the corners of her lips just barely pulling up. She starts to walk away but then quickly turns back around. "Thank you!" A full smile this time, and then she disappears behind the door.

He shakes his head. Entertaining thoughts about a girl like that is ridiculous. At least, that's what he tells the rapid drumming of his heart. Shut up.

#twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #optimist pine #twd season 3 #twd season 4 #when skies are gray

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yeahspider · 6 months

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I have a request if they're open! Can you please write something with Han or Felix based of the song Matilda by Harry Styles? I relate to that song more than I want to 😭

THIS IS SUCH A CUTE REQUEST !!!! tysm for stopping by my inbox i love this song it means alot to me so this is gonna be based off of my personal experience a little bit and i hope that's okay. also its a lil short im sorry . this is only semi proofread but just know that it was written passionately. abrupt ending as always and to all readers this is sfw but allusions to triggering topics such as parental abuse and neglect . enjoy and feel free to stop by again ! <3

(also i have something to confess …. this was originally written with lee know in mind bc i’m dumb and read your request wrong ….so i altered it i hope you still like it i’m sorry 😭😭)

Grape juice 🫀

"Do you think I'm a terrible person for leaving?" you asked felix as you both sat in silence on the hood of his car. The night was warm despite the cold thoughts making their way into your head. It's been six months since left your home and three since you met him. In that time you've never felt more free. Your home life was never that good. Your stepfather was mean and your mother was blinded in love She did her best and you know that, but you were suffocating. Never enough money to go around and even less love. Your childhood was cold and ended all too soon. your family was struggling and you wanted out. As soon as you came of age you left. Starting a life of your own a world away. A life that was significantly better than the previous one you led. Every so often though, those thoughts would creep back up.

you abandoned them

you're being selfish

ungrateful

a coward

but felix was always there to chase them away. he didn't know every sad detail of your life but he knew enough to know that your home life was slowly killing you. Taking your hand he rubbed his finger over your palm, tracing the lines and curves.

"Your mother called again?" you nodded as you mulled over what details of the conversation you had with your mother earlier that evening. Calling it a conversation is a kindness you apply for her sake. In reality, it was thirty minutes of your mother berating you for leaving. From the sound of her slurred words, you could tell she was drunk, not a new thing for her. On most days you can ignore her hurtful words but today for some reason unknown to you, they stuck around in your heart.

"Just more of the usual stuff. She wants me to come home. Says Im a terrible person for leaving, that I abandoned my family. you know the usual stuff." you tell him as you pick at a peeling piece of paint on the hood. you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes and it made you feel so pathetic. How could someone miles away hurt your feelings? Crying felt stupid and pointless, you weren't taught to cry.

"You can cry you know? I'm not going to judge you." felix said as he wiped an escaped tear on your cheek. Something about those words made you so confused. Why wasn't he telling you to stop? To suck it up and be an adult? That you weren't a child anymore so it's not okay to cry when someone hurts your pathetic little feelings. An anger surged through you as you jumped out of the car and turned to him.

"Why are you so nice to me? I mean we barely know each other yet here you are comforting me on my mommy issues. What do you want from me?" you shouted at him as he just blinked at you, taking in your frenzied state. You weren't mad at felix and he knew that. This is just how you were taught to respond to kindness. Vulnerability was punished growing up, that lesson was still deeply embedded in your consciousness. He waited until your words washed over you and with the water came a calmness. He's seen plenty of your outbursts at this point in your friendship, although infrequent he handed them with grace every time. It surprised you never gave up on yourself like everyone else. Your brain wanted to be suspicious, your heart felt otherwise. felix waited until you released a breath and sat back down on the hood, muttering an apology as you went.

"You owe them nothing. All your life they've done nothing but tear you down as soon as you try and build a life for yourself. Your family robbed you of a childhood don't let them do the same to your adulthood. You deserve to live for yourself. That doesn't make you selfish or a coward. I won't let them ruin all the progress you've made. You're a good person. No one should make you feel any less." He finished his speech with a pat on your thigh, signaling you to get up and into the car.

"where are we going?" you asked as felix reached over and buckled your seatbelt for you. a habit he never seemed to forget.

"Somewhere, anywhere, everywhere. As far as we need to go for you toshake off those feelings. I'm gonna remind you how fun life can be. "

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rxtchetprime · 11 months

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im such hurt/comfort trash and i feel awful rn so please indulge in some sick oppy with me,,,,,

optimus doesn't get sick often, he's probably the least susceptible to illness than the rest of the bots, but when he does get sick, it hits him hard.

it starts with an irritating pounding in his processor, he writes it off as a normal helm ache that comes with the stress of the war. later on his vents come in stuffy and irritated. he coughs a little as he feels the air stratching his intake.

he heads to berth that night only to wake up soon after falling into recharge. it's 3am earth time when he comes to. he feels how his internal temperature has risen exponentially, yet his plating is shivering as he stalks out of his room towards the medbay.

ratchet would (hopefully) be recharging at this hour, so optimus sneaks into the medbay and retrieves one of the blankets that ratchet has stored away for when the situation calls for it.

optimus lets out a vent as he wraps the blanket around himself. he feels exhausted and weak and just so drained. he wants to go back to recharge, yet cant find himself wanting to head back into his room. his room feels suffocating, and both too cold and too hot to stay in right now.

he eventually settles himself in a corner of the base's main room, its small, comfortable, and the cool concrete feels nice on his aching plating. he doesnt mean to, yet he falls into recharge in the corner with the blanket tucked around himself.

the first bot to rise, other than optimus, is always ratchet. the medic walks out into the main room of the autobot base to start his work. he's starting the console when hits audials pick up a small scraping noise. he slowly walks around looking for the noise, wary of the possibility of that it could be a few scraplets that werent removed when the infestation happened.

soon enough, ratchet finds the source of the noise in a small pocket tucked away behind the monitor. optimus is curled up in the corner with the blanket haphazardly on his frame. his vents are short and choppy, aligning with the scraping noise that ratchet was looking to identify.

ratchet has known optimus for millions of years. he isnt too terribly alarmed by his leader's behavior in this moment. optimus has exact mannerisms that he presents when he's under the weather, and ratchet knows what to look for.

huffing amusedly, ratchet shakes his head as he slowly kneels down beside optimus. he reaches his servo out to stroke one of his leader's audials. ratchet's brows raised as optimus leaned into the light touches. the prime was notorious for not allowing himself comfort from his fellow teammates. if optimus was so quickly willing to submit to small comforts, than ratchet knew that he really was sick.

after a few touches, optimus stirred slowly. his eyes were dimmed as he unseeingly looked up at his medic. ratchet moved his servo from optimus' audial to his helm, he had to fight the urge to jolt back after making contact with the metal. optimus was burning up, ratchet could feel it as his metal was heated up; however the leader's fans had yet to kick on to relieve some of the heat.

the prime blinked a few times before regaining some of his composure. it took him a few moments to realize that here he was, in a corner between the monitor and the wall in the main room of base, fast asleep and been caught by ratchet, and now he was even leaning into the touches that the medic were offering to him. his audial fins drooped slightly, a gesture that he had once subconsciously done as orion pax. he started to shift away from ratchet's hold, but was abruptly stopped.

"optimus, i can tell that you're unwell. why didn't you come to me?"

optimus averted his gaze as he felt optics on him. he shrugged slightly, not trusting his vocal processor to form coherent words, if it could form words at all.

ratchet was used to this. he knew that if felt pressured, stressed, or just all around bad enough that optimus' voicebox would shut down its functions completely. the mech took this into consideration as he exhaled his vents before speaking again, "c'mon, get up. you can lean on me since i don't think your legs will be able to support you fully in this state."

the prime nodded smally as ratchet held a servo out for him to take. optimus took it and slowly rose himself to his pedes, he was still clutching the blanket around himself as he leaned onto his medic. the pair wandered over to a couch that they had in the base. once there, optimus all but collapsed himself onto the cushioning. ratchet let out an amused snort at his conjunx's actions. he repositioned the blanket over optimus before telling him to stay put, and that he would return shortly before stalking off towards the medbay.

optimus laid there and sprawled himself out on the couch, not giving second thought to if someone wanted to sit on the surface. he was exhausted, not thinking as clearly as he would usually. the sound of pedesteps brought him out of his thoughts as ratchet had returned. in both servos was a cube of energon, one which was the normal bioluminescent blue, and the other which was a vibrant orange.

ratchet kneeled down beside the other with the orange cube outstretched. "i know it isn't gonna taste the best, but it's better than nothing." ah, medical grade energon. the taste wasn't pleasant, but the effects were more than necessary to get the leader back on his pedes as fast as they could. optimus took the orange cube with little hesitation, before he could think about it, he gulped it down like he was taking a shot of high grade.

the taste seemed even worse than he remembered, if that was even possible. it caught him off guard, and as he swallowed it down his intake, he coughed and sputtered from the taste. ratchet let out another amused sound and handed him the other, more normal and much more satisfying cube of energon. optimus accepted it graciously and sipped it slow, knowing that he couldn't drink it very fast, despite wanting to.

ratchet shifted himself onto his knees and spoke, "optimus you're burning up, can you lay with your back to me real quick? i need to manually activate your fans since your coding hasn't kicked in yet." optimus let out an undignified whine as he laid on his side. ratchet was extra gentle as he ran his servos in between the prime's smokestacks. there was a small panel just visible enough to access. ratchet quickly unscrewed the thin sheet of metal and worked inside the area for a moment, before finally, optimus' fans clicked on with a noticable whirr.

ratchet quickly replaced his panel and screwed it back down, making sure it was tight enough to stay in place, but not to the point of feeling uncomfortable. ratchet was about to speak to the prime again, getting as far as opening his intake, then he heard the scratchy and slow breaths of his leader which was mixed with snores. sighing, ratchet positioned the blanket around optimus. he walked over to the console, which had been sitting idle for a while now, and finally started his work.

as the day progressed, the other autobots started to emerge from their rooms, greeting ratchet before heading to the medbay for an energon cube. as the other three had all risen and were gathered sparsely in the main room, ratchet gently advised them to be quieter today. the bots raised an eyebrow or tilted their heads in question, then ratchet looked back and motioned to the prime recharging on the couch.

acree was the first to speak up, "nightmares again or is he just tired? either way, it's about time we let him sleep in." ratchet turned to the femme to reply, "neither, he's either come down with a virus or just plainly stressed himself sick. since the only cybertronian illness that we've encountered so far was the cybonic plague, i don't believe that he's contagious with anything."

she nodded and started to question her route for the day. the other two bots following to do the same. once they had headed out for the day, sure to return with their human charges, only then ratchet felt himself relax.

time passed as always, ratchet listened as optimus rechared. here and there, optimus would mumble a few incoherent words in cybertronian with no real meaning. soon enough, the bots returned to base with their human charges in tow.

as miko hopped out of bulkhead's vehicle mode, she took in a big gasp of air, as if she was about to yell something. like usual.

as soon as the others heard, they all quickly turned to her and started shushing her immediately. she quirked an eyebrow and shut her mouth as soon as it opened. jack and raf also started to quietly question the sudden outburst from every single bot.

the bots glanced over to where optimus was recharging on the couch, the kids' gazes followed them and tilted their heads in question.

bulkhead was the first to speak up, "he stressed himself sick and i guess ratch couldn't get him back to bed, so he just passed out in here. it's convenient though honestly, that way we can keep an eye on him."

their charges nodded and decided to find an activity that they could enjoy while simultaneously being quiet. the bots retired to different areas of the base, and optimus was left undisturbed, left to simply just rest.

#tfp #macaddam #transformers prime #tfp optimus prime #tfp ratchet #orion mumbles #tf headcanons #optiratch #tfp arcee #tfp bulkhead #tfp bumblebee #jack darby #miko nadakai #raf esquivel

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a-libra-writes · 11 months

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as I wallow in my fever filled misery I binge your blog for most of the day and i absolutely love it, i hope it's okay if i ask for whoever you want from ASOIAF with their sick s/o love you

Im sorry this is hittin so late anon! I hope you recovered well~ Here's a couple peeps for ya.

Brandon - He's terrible at noticing when he's getting sick himself, and actually sitting and resting ... so while Brandon will notice when your energy is low or you don't feel well, he doesn't worry until you finally collapse. Then he feels terrible while he carries you back and you're set up in a spare room (he wouldn't mind sharing the bed, but he's already been lectured to death by the maester about what a bad idea that is. He doesn't care he probably sneaks into the spare room anyway.

Because Brandon is restless on a good day, so when you're feeling ill and awful, he's distracted. He keeps thinking about you throughout the day, and checks on you often. If you're not improving, he's doggedly following the maester around and hovering and trying to be useful and just ends up getting kicked out. Everyone's relieved when you finally improve, and yes, he gets sick because he couldn't stay away but it barely knocks the guy out. Not fair.

Ned - Ned would be the one who notices your energy dropping and the loss of appetite in combination with the change in weather. It's especially uncanny if you're someone who doesn't get sick often, and he still figures it out. He's also the type who offers you warm food and rest early on, in hopes you'd shake off the cold early. It's all fun and games to tease Ned about being a mother hen until your sickness gets worse and you're stuck in bed. Great. He won't say "I told you so", buuut he still laughs a little when you complain about being stuck in bed all day.

Ned feels bad about you having to be holed up in a spare room, though, but at least you're in one of the heated ones. He visits at least three times throughout the day, bringing whatever you need and keeping you company if you'd like it. If you're the sort who wants to be totally alone when you're sick, he respects it, but he's gotta stop by to at least say goodnight. Also, it's just Ned's luck that he gets sick just days after you do, every. single. time. It's usually worse, too.

Benjen - He does what he can with what's available at the Wall. While he keeps his usual jovial self up around you, wanting to encourage you, he privately worries about your health. Benjen sneaks in extra furs and extra food - If anyone catches him, all he has to do is drop the smile and glare them down. It's surprisingly effective. He'd like to stay by your side all day and night, but he can't risk getting ill himself and there's work to do.

So Benjen comes in in the morning and late evening, starting by giving you a kiss on the brow, then making sure you're comfortable, then showing off whatever he snuck out of the kitchens. He's got a nautral and relaxed bedside manner, but can be surprisingly stern if you try to get up before you're ready. Maybe if this was the South, but the Wall isn't the place to risk it. Oh and he gets sniffles and sick later bc he kept up with the kissing.

Stannis - What a surprise, Stannis matter of factly states you're in no condition to go about your usual business, and you ought to set up in the spare room. Maester is called, food brought, medicine taken, done and done, right? Back to work. The thing is, if you often ask for him and you're clearly not feeling well, he has a difficult time getting back to his duties. He tells you many times to call a servant, but the guilt actually starts to bother him, especially if you get worse before you get better. Stannis sits on the very edge of the bed (his bedside manner is hilariously bad, don't worry,) and keeps asking you to go back to sleep and stop chattering.

His own health actually isn't that bad, especially considering the seige, but guess what. That one time you got out of bed to get something yourself, he caught you and irritably carried you back? That's what gets him. Stannis still doesn't get as sick as you do, but he's definitely bellyaching about it while you take care of him.

Oberyn - He's the sort of man whose either a godsend when you're sick, or driving you up a wall. It depends! If you want constant attention and fussing, Oberyn will indulge in your neediness all you want. He rather likes it, feeling like he's helping even if you don't immediately improve. If you want to be left alone to puke and snot in peace, well ... he has a hard time staying away. Oberyn wants to be the one bringing your medicine and food, whatever you need, and he wants to stay and linger. Even if it's just to chat, or run his hand down your back.

And yes, he’ll still want to share the bed unless you’re in an absolutely awful state. You'll have to kick Oberyn out eventually, or just move to one of the guest rooms yourself, otherwise he’ll get sick - except he never does, the jerk. Must be all the citrus.

Ashara - She's also the sort of person who would pick up on the weather changing and the change in your attitude, and point out you're probably getting sick. She says it so suddenly, and it's so early, you wouldn't believe her ... aaand two or three days later, you're laid out in bed. Just great. Once the maester is done with his business, Ashara likes to visit if it's just a cold. She's smart about being careful where she touches you, not getting too close, avoiding your cough, she even brings a citrus fruit basket and implores you to eat some. Her bedside manner is lovely too, and she brought your favorite book? Alright, this isn't so bad.

She will stay away if you start getting worse, and it just makes her worry more. In that case she's making sure the maester is bringing in gifts, even if you feel too poorly to enjoy a book or a bouquet of flowers - it's about knowing that someone cares and is worried about you.

Asha - It's straight to the spare room with you. Nope, no whining, no ifs or buts, no kisses no matter how much you whine about it. Asha loves you but she is not about to have you snotting and coughing all over the bed. At least she's not about to let you be totally miserable, Asha's pretty good about barking at you to eat more and drink water. There's not a lot in the way of medicine on the Iron Islands, but Asha's recovered from some pretty nasty spells before. She figures you'll do the same.

... There's some worrying when it takes a while. If you try to be stubborn and suffer through what's probably pneumonia, then Asha will drag a maester over from the greenlands by his ankles. Hiding weakness like a proper Ironborn is all well and good until you're coughing blood, then she calls you a fool and fusses endlessly.

Roose - He'll tell you that you're getting sick, and mention you ought to do something about it. His suggestions are pretty terrible, though - no, Roose, you aren't drinking that weird wine or doing leeching or bleeding or whatever. You're fine. Except when the flu finally hits, and you're fighting off his damn maester with a stick. Weird treatments aside, Roose seems like his aloof self, though you're also too addled by fever and congestion to pay attention to his comings and goings. He's actually keeping a close eye on your progress and more or less threatening the maester and servants that he expects you to improve within a fortnight, as if they can directly control it. Well, they better figure something out.

Getting worse means Roose actually ending your sickroom, as if there's something others have missed that only he can see. He spends a lot of time ... watching, and while his face is impassive, there's worry. A lot of worry. He might start disposing of the help and this maester if you don't get better. A lot of the irrational, explosive bloodlust anger that he's spend years burying down is starting to bubble up and there's not a lot of outlets for it. Once your condition turns around, it calms itself, if only for a while. He still won't forget his servant's incompetence.

Jaime - For seasonal colds and a yearly flu, Jaime is gonna avoid you like the plague because a) he hates getting sick and b), all the snotting and vomitting is gross. ... And Jaime's actually not good at dealing with a loved one whose ill, both in the sense it's difficult to see them that way, and he has no idea what to do. You think his father gave a damn when he was ill, or let that be an excuse to stop training? You think his siblings had any idea what a good bedside manner was?

It's easy for him to tease once you're recovering and able to leave the sickroom, though his barbs aren't as pointed. It isn't easy when you aren't recovering quickly, or when you get worse. He doesn't know what to do with himself, so Jaime acts out in a way, threatening the maester, being in an irritable mood, having no way to help because this isn't his area of expertise.

#i feel like i did something similar but i have no ideaaaaa #anyhoo!#game of thrones x reader #got x reader #brandon stark x reader #ned stark x reader #benjen stark x reader #stannis baratheon x reader #oberyn martell x reader #asha greyjoy x reader #roose bolton x reader #jaime lannister x reader #ashara dayne x reader

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evilcowgirl · 1 year

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eeekkk hii!! I saw u were open for requests so I figured I'd send one :)) ur writing is so good it's criminal ngl. Could I get something with their s/o getting into a fight + some fluff after with javi, arthur, and Kieran, if you write for him? If not, that's good too!!

pairings: javier, kieran, arthur (x reader)

a/n: for my fav mutual !!!! this literally took forever bc im high school lol !! loveeedd this idea sm thank u for the request :D first time writing kieran i hope i did okay + some of these r kinda toxic so warning ! specifically javier but i hc him as emotionally immature amen

warnings: angst (arguing)

word count: 5.4k combined

summary: collection of short stories, getting into an agreement w/their s/o and some comfort afterwards

Javier:

You and Javier were indisputably infatuated with each other. Seeing one of you without the other could only mean that someone was looking for the other. You kept him by your side just as much as he kept you. Right next to his gun, there was you; you were even more dependable.

Between the two of you was a fiery passion that hadn't stopped blazing since you met. His loyalty to you was the only match for his loyalty to the gang, though you never felt the need to test it. He showed you everyday how treasured you were.

In the past few days you've been working harder than usual, Grimshaw even taking notice to how busy you've been which was saying something. You scrubbed clothes until your finger pruned and felt numb, not giving Tilly anything to work on when you were done. You'd even offered to take over on chopping vegetables for Sadie, which she gladly accepted. Anytime you weren't moving was time to think about Javier and how he wasn't where he should be each night, in your shared tent next to you. Books offered no real comfort regardless of how many Mary-Beth urged you to borrow to calm your nerves. The romance in them always painfully dragged your mind back to him. The nights were colder and the days drew on like you'd never known was possible. You couldn't help but give Dutch a bit of a cold shoulder around camp knowing that he was the reason that your love stayed away so often as of late. He didn't seem to notice though, his head was often in the clouds now.

You'd endured seven tiresome days and six lonely nights when Javier finally returned along with Bill. They were both relatively clean based of their appearance, Javier more than Bill to no one's surprise, with bags attached to their horses that were being unfastened by Dutch and Hosea as they got off their horses.

"Javier!" You squealed out, tossing Mary-Beths copy of Jane Austen's Persuasion into her lap haphazardly. You bumped into a few people on your way, mumbling quick sorries as you went.

"Querida, I missed you terribly!" Javier expressed. When he heard your voice he immediately perked up and forgot how exhausted he was in an instant.

He wrapped his arms around your waist pulling you close to him as you walked into camp, leaving the horses to be tended to by Kieren after their hard work.

"I missed you even more, I've been bored to death without you." You tell him and he kisses your temple in response.

"I'm here now."

You were relieved to have him back, but that feeling only lasted for so long. By the time Javier had the time to tell you of his travels with Bill the last few days, have a good meal, and rest for the night he was already being threatened to be taken from you again.

You were woken up to the strategic shuffling of clothes against skin. You could tell that he was trying to be quiet with his movements but it still woke you up; you couldn't feel his warmth next to you anymore. You watched silently as he buttoned his top and pulled his boots on, not speaking until he was halfway out of the tent.

"Where are you going?" You asked. As he pulled back the fabric of the tent you could just barely see the slight glow of the early morning.

He stopped, his hand dropping as he turned and looked at you apologetically. He looked less like a child caught doing something they knew he shouldn't be, a look you'd grown to recognize from him, and more like a dog being recalled to its owner after misbehaving. Still guilty nonetheless. He kneeled down at the cot you still laid on, quietly waiting for a response as he ran a hand over your exposed arm.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Where were you off to?" You asked again.

"I—uhm, have something to do, I won't be gone too long. You go back to sleep." He says vaguely and leans forward to press a kiss to the corner of your mouth. As he does you turn your head away from him, causing him to look at you with these hurt eyes that you regret causing instantly.

"Why can't Dutch send someone else this time? You only just got back and now you're leaving again." You say firmly. You sit up in the cot, now fully awake and flushed with annoyance.

"I know, my love, Dutch isn't the one who you should be upset with, I'm not being sent by anyone but myself. Micha has been getting this together for some time now and asked me to join him, and I am." He notices the way your eyes narrow at the mention of Micha and says the last part as if to solidify it. To make it known that it's final.

"Haven't you done enough? I mean, it's not like you're the only one Micha could have help, there's Charles and John and even Sadie!"

"I'm doing this for all of us. I'm coming because he wanted me to come, now keep your voice down, no need to wake everyone up." He says getting up from his kneel, "I don't have time to argue, we leave soon."

"Then let me come." You say desperately. You push off the sheet covering your legs and stand in front of him.

"You know I can't let you." Is all he says as he grabs his gun belt.

He leaves you alone with your thoughts once again and it doesn't take you long to decide that this wasn't the end of it. You never trusted Micha to be alone with Javier, you knew that if it came down to it that Micha would leave Javier to die rather than risk himself like any decent man. Outside of your tent no one else can be seen yet, it can't be too much past four and after all of the drinks passed around the night before a late morning is to be expected. You march you way to Javier, still barefoot through the grass. He doesn't look up to acknowledge you, he simply continues packing his supplies into his bag with his eyes never meeting yours. It's as if you're not even standing there.

"You're so stubborn!" You finally say. You feel yourself getting worked up. Your fists clenching in desperation as you walk closer to him. "I wish you would just listen to me for once. I don't have not one good feeling about this and you just barely got back." You say to him and he finally looks at you. At this point you know for a fact that there's no backtracking what you'd started.

"And this is because you don't trust Micah?That's why you're throwing a fit like a little girl."

It was partly true. You and Micah had never gotten along, but then again neither had he and Javier in the beginning. You saw straight through his front. His intentions weren't quite clear to you yet, but you knew that they weren't pure. That was the only thing that stopped you from going to Dutch about the whole thing.

"All that Micah is good for is stroking egos and getting other people into his messes. How dare I worry for the man that I love!" He shrugs you off, scoffing.

"You don't know what you're talking about." It hurts to hear him dismiss you like that, someone who was usually eager to listen to your every thought.

"I know well enough. Please, Javier, I'm begging you to stay." You knew that your words would have some sort of effect on him, he was always weak for only you. You watched as his expression changed into something thoughtful but still just as harsh. He knew now that you really were scared for him but he felt that you had no reason to be. He'd rather scream and yell at each other than hear you beg, the sound of your voice pleading to him filled him with guilt.

"Maybe I should just drop everything hm?" He asks.

"What?" You ask, you're confusion and anger displayed so obviously on your face.

"You told me when I brought you into this—me prometiste, that you understood."

"And I do! I always have how could you doubt that after so long?" It'd been years since he allowed you to join the rest of the gang. You'd been welcome for much longer but he was protective and wanted to keep you far from that aspect of his life. It was apart of him that you made the choice to love and accept like the rest of him.

"Everything that I do is for us—to keep you safe. We need the money."

"You can't keep me safe if you're dead." You deadpanned. It had always been a fear of yours but especially after Micah joined.

"It's unfortunate that everyone can't make their keep by sewing clothes and flirting all day."

Your eyes widened in disbelief as you stepped forward, "You know that's not true just as well as I do."

"Oh do I, amor?" He says in a mocking tone, sweet as pure cane, "I see how you walk around camp, how you talk to the men." He says to you in a low voice now that you've gotten so close. His body is still tense as he mutters into your ear. You know he's trying to push your buttons and is succeeding.

"You're being ridiculous."

"Maybe I am, maybe it's more than flirting? You don't seem to trust my judgment anymore who's to say your loyalty hasn't grown weak too?"

"You're pathetic," You say to him.You don't mean it, you both know that but in the moment of passion your words have no other purpose but to be filled with venom.

"Yeah?" He says nodding, egging you on.

"You're too stubborn to just admit that I'm right, you'd rather make a fool of yourself. Micah doesn't mean you well, he's leading you somewhere that I won't follow you to."

"So then you'll leave me? For trying to help us, you'll leave me."

You'd never seen him mad like this, his eyes were dark with adrenaline and you could tell he was only becoming agitated with your silence. It was a fearsome sight, Javier was already an intimidating man to everyone else, but for the first time you we're feeling nervous under his presence.

"niña estúpida, morirías sin mi." His words are venomous when they strike your skin, you feel yourself shrinking. You flinch at the harshness of his voice and words. He's never spoken to you like that before, so overcome with emotion, you stand still in disbelief.

At seeing the genuine fear in your eyes as you looked at him,you out of all people, his rage disintegrated in front of you. Tears were stinging your eyes, just daring to fall but you wouldn't let them. You couldn't have him see how weak you really were for him behind your front. Looking away seemed like the safest option as you couldn't quite read him with how you're vision blurred over, you just silently hoped that he wasn't even more upset at seeing you like this.

Javier took a step towards you, slow and purposeful with his movements and you didn't move away. When he saw that you weren't planning on running from him he inched his way closer to you, like a hunter approaching a scared doe. His hands met your shoulders first, hesitant yet eager, then all of the sudden bringing you towards him in one swift movement.

You were unsettled still, your heart beating out of your chest and making you feel dizzy. His hands around your body felt foreign with you so far away from your mind.

"I'm so sorry, amor. . . I was wrong. I never meant to scare you." Javier said, his voice breaking.

His declared beloved, the one he imagined whatever he had left of forever with. What kept his thoughts grounded and sent him into dreamlike states all at once. Seeing your tears finally fall, or actually feeling them warm against his neck, and knowing that he had been the cause of him cut him much deeper than any blade he'd encountered.

"Please forgive me, this was all my fault. I should never have spoken to you like that." He says, "Amor. . ."

“It's alright.” You tell him, “You didn't mean it.”

He shook his head, not knowing what to say.

Things are quiet after the fight.

You both returned to your tent afterwards guided by Javier's tight latch on your hand. Micah asked about what was going on with Javier having packed his things back away without a word. He'd simply responded by saying you weren't feeling well, expecting that to be more than enough of a reason. Javier was never one for letting people down or evading responsibility but he wasn't up for creating excuses.

"She was just fine a few hours ago, I'm sure she'll live without you for a couple more." Micah remarked condescendingly.

That was all it took for Javier's patience to reach it's limit. "She's ill, we're done with this conversation." The response he got back was a scoff.

You were a little surprised at hearing the exchange as apart of you was still expecting Javier to go. When he finally came back your delight was evident on your face, he came to your bedside again just like he'd done before and kissed your lips tenderly. You allowed him for your comfort and his.

"I'm sorry that we argued. I hate arguing with you." You said just above a whisper.

"Don't apologize, you did nothing wrong. It's me who was out of line" He said tilting his head to the side.

"Well it doesn't matter now. . .I'm just happy you're here." You said bringing his face towards yours again.

Kieran:

Kieran's natural state seemed to be underneath some form of authority. He was treated terribly when he found lodging by working for the O'Driscolls, which you could tell had left him quite insecure of himself. Still, there was a reminiscence of subservience to the men that he saw as superior. Ultimately he was happier to be at the camp with all of you. Being here was protection and stability.

You pitted him in the beginning, sneaking him food at night while the rest of the gang weren't looking. Seeing him tied up like that broke your heart as you knew he wasn't this degenerate rival that mostly everyone accepted him as.

After proving himself to be at the very least somewhat trustworthy and earning his freedom around camp, having Kieran around became a pleasure. It was obvious to everyone that he fancied you, he was never too good at lying. Nowadays the other men teased him about it more than they brought up that he used to be an O'Driscoll.

He'd sit next to you whenever he found you alone and not busy, keeping his distance like he was afraid to scare you away. It didn't take you too long to develop feelings for him in return. He was sweet and well mannered; he always spoke to you like he was in awe of having you in front of him. Even when you started dating that admiration never changed from both ends.

There was a special bond between you two that no one else seemed to understand. Arthur had stated it to your face numerous times that he didn't get what someone like you could see in that O'Driscoll, to which you told him that it was simply not for him to understand.

The camp was a safe haven compared to being left alone with his old gang after his head, and for this he was grateful. Still, it didn't change the fact that he would always be looked at as other for his past. For the last few weeks Kieran's mood has been all over the place to an exhaustive extent. You tried your hardest to comfort him the best you could, running your hands through his hair and suggesting he try bonding with the other men in the camp but it was to no avail.

A particularly cold night you found yourself drowsily reaching for him for warmth like you always did. Usually he'd offer you his blanket and cuddle up next to you, a gesture that never failed to warm your heart. You were suddenly wide awake at noticing his absence.

Peaking out of your tent you search around for your boyfriend. You shiver at the feeling of the cool air on your bare shoulders but crawl out anyway. You see Arthur and Bill by the glow of the campfire and walk towards them with your arms wrapped around yourself.

"Well look who's awake." Arthur says, offering you a beer. You shake you head, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes.

"Thanks but m'just lookin' for Kieran." You say.

There's still no sight of him as you look around.

"I saw him sneakin' out about an hour ago." Arthur says taking a sip from his bottle, "Go check over by the horses."

Kieran has always had a special connection to the horses. He knew so much about them, more than anyone you'd ever met before. One of the reasons he fell for you was how kind you were to the animals, it was refreshing to have someone around that was so pleasant with all of the chaos.

"Of course! Thanks Arthur."

Arthur was right as he usually was. Kieran was brushing Old Belle, detangling her mane like he'd probably done for a number of other horses before you found him.

"What are you doing up?" You say.

He jumps at the sound of your voice, startled at hearing another person.

"I should be askin' you that. It's late and it's cold so. . . you should just go back." He says trying to dismiss you.

"No, you snuck away from our tent in the middle of the night to come play with the horses?"

Kieran is silent for a moment and then puts his brush away. You furrow your brow at him as he politely walks around Taima, attempting to leave the confrontation. He does this a lot, tries to walk away from you at any sign of a disagreement. It's more frustrating than actually getting into a fight, which happens very rarely.

"You know it's rude to just walk away from someone when they're trying to talk to you!" You say grabbing his arm as he tries to shift past you.

"Can you keep it down?" He says in a hushed voice, "What do you care anyways."

You shake your head at him, "What do I care? Why wouldn't I? You've not been yourself for a while." You say.

"There's nothing wrong. I—I wish that you'd just leave me be." He says with a slight tremble in his voice, "I'm no good for you anyways. Everyone knows it; you even know it." He's not trying to walk away anymore but he's not making eye contact with you no matter how hard you try, which somehow feels even worse.

"Kieran. . ." You say, still his eyes stay on the ground in front of him. You wanted to think that this came out of nowhere but it didn't.

"Don't even try to disagree with me, 'cause I know you don't."

His cheeks and nose were pinkend by the harsh cool air and all you wanted was to bring him back to your cot and warm him up.

"I would never! I love you, you take care of me just as I do for you. You belong here just like the rest of us." You said.

"I—I love you too, I mean, you know that. It's just—I don't feel. . ." He trails off, his voice losing its confidence as he spoke.

You brought a hand to his chilly cheek to urge him on. The scruff there feeling familiar and comforting.

"I don't belong here like the rest of you, and I certainly don't deserve you. Miss Grimshaw knows it, Mister Morgan looks at me like—like I'm some kind of rodent."

You sighed at hearing the awful things that most likely plagued his mind all day. Your heart ached for him, no one appreciated him like you did but that wasn't enough.

"I'll talk to them." You say with a firm nod of your head, "I'll talk to everyone if I have to, let them know that when I'm not around to still treat you fair. It's only because of your past and you cant help that anymore than they can help theirs."

"No!" He said immediately, "I didn't mean to—to yell, but no. . .talking to 'em would only make it worse."

"I can't keep letting you get treated like this Kieran, they'll listen to me if I approach it right. They're not horrible people." You reason with him but he's still got that furrow browed-look on his face.

"Yeah sure. . ." He says but he still looks unsure, "I just wanna go back to bed right now. . ." He says.

"Yeah? Well let's go back to bed then." You say placing a kiss at his temple, "We'll talk more in the morning."

He nods unsurely, talking your hand as you both travel through camp back to your warm blankets and pillows. On the way there you pass Arthur and Bill again who seem to still be running through beers. You think to yourself that Arthur will be the one you speak with first, it seems the easiest since you two had always been close.

Back in your tent you hold each other close to warm up, pressing his head against your chest like you always did. When you both drift off it's an easy and light feeling, surrounded by each others love.

arthur:

A job gone wrong was no rare occurrence. It happened all the time, especially one as poorly planned as this. If you were being honest, you had no faith in the whole thing but it was in your best interest to keep

it to yourself. You had only been on a few jobs since joining the gang and never anything more intense than a petty robbery or posing as a distraction. When John proposed that you come with them on a proper scam doubting the probability of it all working out was the last thing on your mind.

Arthur voiced his doubts, of course, but you were in no position to side with him. You were desperate for your place along side the men and Sadie. To prove your worth went beyond a good pickpocket.

"I don't see why you need to tag along on this one." Arthur had said in that grumpy tone of his. He nearly pouted the whole way to valentine, trailing your horse so close that it had you nervous. Arthur was awfully protective; it was only a coping mechanism you came to figure out.

You'd been given a simple job, as John had put it, since it was your first time taking on something this dangerous. You were to distract the owners of a sizable homestead while John snuck in to search for whatever valuables they had inside. Arthur's duty was to be hidden somewhere close with an extra gun incase a problem arose.

The air was hash and chilly against your skin, making the tip of your nose distractingly numb as you stumbled over your words to the three men you were tasked with making acquaintances with. You were never this nervous; you'd lied before withe ease and never faltered once but now here you were being just about as suspicious as you could be. None of the men seemed to trust you—brothers you had learned, the eldest being the most aggressive and the one to do most of the talking. His attitude surely didn't help your pitiful performance as with each time he interrupted you or corrected you on your messy storytelling skills you felt yourself shrink.

"Ah yes well. . . I seem to be a bit confused. . . You see it was both my father and my dear brother who I've gotten separated from." You quickly tried to clean up the mess you made but it was too late. The three pairs of distrusting eyes looked over you unimpressed.

"I think you better get going now, as to not cause you anymore confusion." The eldest son said, stepping forward as his brothers stood firmly. You wondered why a man as capable as the one standing in-front of you would need two teenagers as backup but when you noticed their holsters you began to understand the dynamic much better.

"Oh sir, you couldn't turn me away just like that, could you? I'm lost and. . ." You looked over the man's shoulder to try and spot John through the fogged window but you could barely make him out. All you knew was that he was still in there and you were about to blow his chance of leaving discretely if you didn't think quickly.

"It'll only take a moment of your time, I'm just looking for the nearest station." You said, pleading the best you could with your trembling voice. John was taking much longer than you'd expected, your whole lost damsel shtick was only supposed to last a few minutes, five at most, just to catch their attention for a while but now you felt like the one being played.

"I think the lady here got a habit of being in places she don't belong." The one brother said. It was as if you weren't even standing there anymore.

"I think we best teach her a lesson." The oldest said. A sickening snarl in his voice that triggered your instinct to run. You couldn't though. There was a job to be done and you had to stand your ground until you couldn't anymore. You're eyebrows raised at the exchange and you hands fidgeted with the fabric of your skirt. As he stalked towards you the other two took their cue to hop over the banister, each standing at your side to surround you. You barely had time to react before you found yourself completely stuck. You gasped softly, looking around for any way to distance yourself from the men but you couldn't. It was hopeless.

"You done got all quiet now?" Confident steps across the wood of the porch were loud and made you flinch each time. "Don't be shy we're gonna get you that help you was begging for before." He says. You looked up at him with hesitant eyes, so close now it felt more real than it ever could have with a safe distance and knowing that John and Arthur weren't too far away. Now it was just you, these three men and open country.

When he reaches up to touch you, likely to brush a few strands of your hair back or provide some other unwanted touch, you can only imagine what was going through Arthurs mind. It all happens as quickly as you could blink. A loud sharp bang that was followed by two more pierced through the calm afternoon air. You were surrounded by bodies once again but this time you were completely alone. Splatters of red stained the wood of the house you stood in-front of. Where there once were men stood tall and confident in their ability to overpower you there were slumped corpses. It had all happened to fast for you to process it and you stood with your mouth unable to close, blinking eyes unfocused and staring at nothing.

A noticeably agitated "God dammit!" was heard from the direction you knew Arthur was hiding you. At hearing it you turn in search of him.

"Arthur!" You say, the name comes out of your mouth as sweet as a prayer.

You know he's upset but you can't help but feel relieved.

"What the hell was that?" John calls, pushing the door open as best as he could with his full hands, "This wasn't supposed to be no murder!" He scolds you as if you were the one with the gun.

"I didn't–" You try to defend yourself but he waves you off, "Ain't got time, we need to go now. There's no telling who's around that heard those gunshots." He's right, you nod.

It bothers you seeing John ride away on Old Boy knowing that he thinks you caused this whole mess due to carelessness but what bothers you even more is the absolute fury you see in the way Arthur's ridding towards you.

"Arthur I. . ." You trail off at seeing him walk right past you.

"You had one damn job, and an easy one at that!" He says, dragging the bodies into the house. He was careful to keep his hands clean and had no difficulty carrying the deadweight of the men like they were featherlight.

"I really did try! They weren't the kindest but I still could've gotten put of it if you had just given me the time." You said.

"Oh given you the time? The time to get yourself killed," He scoffed, "Now come on."

You huffed in frustration but followed as you'd been told to. Arthur still helped you mount his horse like he always did, silently lifting you up and then getting on himself. The ride was long and uncomfortable with how tense Arthur was. As you wrapped your arms around this torso you could feel the tension in his muscles.

He took you both straight to camp and once you were there he still didn't spare you a word. No one else knew that the job had gone wrong but the would soon enough. You felt embarrassed to be seen by the rest of the camp right now. It was irrational but you couldn't much help it. Instead of having a drink with your friends like you usually did most nights you followed Arthur into his tent.

Tentatively you pulled back the curtains, not sure what reaction to expect. Arthur was taking off his coat and unfastening a few of his shirts buttons. He didn't acknowledge you even though he knew you were there.

"Arthur I'm sorry things didn't go right back there." You said simply.

"Yeah me too." He said, you could hear the sarcasm in his voice. "I need a drink." He said out-loud, but it barely sounded directed at you. When he attempted to pass you you grabbed his hand , holding it in yours. "Please talk to me. I hate fighting with you."

"My word didn't seem to mean much to you before." He says and you feel every bit of guilt for it.

"I just wanted you to see me as capable."

"You sure proved yourself today."

"I said I could've handled it." You said, trying your best not to raise your voice. You'd never asked Arthur to swoop in and save you.

"You don't know men like I do, you should be thanking me on your hands and knees for saving you right now, but all I get is damn insolence." He growls at you. He nears closer to you as he speaks but you stand your ground.

Maybe he was right. Maybe you weren't ready like you'd thought and your place was here at camp, always waiting around on something more. You could ponder over it all you wanted but your pride wouldn't let you admit it out loud.

"You know how much I care about you. I couldn't live with myself if I let something happen to you, you know that." He said in a much softer tone.

"I know." You nodded. He'd told you so many times.

"Then stop fightin' me all the time."

To you it wasn't fighting, you just had something to prove. You let your head come to rest right against his chest and he wrapped his arms around you. You felt safe here, more than anywhere else.

"I only wanted to help. Like everyone else." You defended yourself once more.

"Sweetheart, we got enough crooks running with us, you don't have to put yourself in danger like that to help." He says, stroking your hair in a way that makes your eyes nearly roll back.

"Just let me keep you safe." He says right near your ear. His voice is a low rumble that sends a shiver down your spine.

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Best and Worst of both worlds (part 7)

Tw: vomiting, sick reader, implications that the housemates r jerks before, imo boring chapter just some comfort for sickness times

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part 8

You can barely get out of bed.

That means you didn't get to clean up your post-exam clutter. Making the entire room miserable and almost unhabitable. You couldn't sleep because you had a terrible fever, needing to eat a couple of paracetamols to cool yourself down.

Anything that goes in your mouth comes back up. You wouldn't want to waste your food anymore, so you simply stopped eating.

You woke up to loud knocking, borderline banging on your door and to the voice of your housemate. She's yelling about someone being here to see you.

That can't be right. Why would anyone want to visit you? You're not asking this in a self depreciating way, but in a logical sense where you knew no one knew you're suffering from food poisoning.

Except...

Realization dawns upon you when you hear a series of softer knocks. You heard Yves's muffled voice from the outside, asking you to open the door for him.

You checked your phone. It's four in the afternoon. He should still be at the library, why is he here?

Then your focus went to the notification banner about the four missed calls he left.

"(Name)? It's Yves. You haven't been answering my calls. I'm worried about you."

The last person you want to see now is goddamn fucking Yves. Yesterday already took a toll on you, having him over is going to worsen the illness- if the fever didn't fry your brain, the stress would.

You refused to answer, covering your head with your pillow as he continued to knock.

Eventually though, he stopped. The walls are thin so you could hear him ask your housemate about you. She said you were hurling all night, keeping everyone awake. They witnessed you trying to eat a cooked packet of instant noodles, but you immediately threw it all up the moment you swallowed a forkful.

"I see." You hear him reply. "May I see the kitchen?" He asked.

She was taken aback by the request, a kitchen shared by 7 other students isn't going to be the cleanest. There was a pause before she told him that it was messy.

"That does not matter." He responded. You heard a sigh and she verbally told him to go ahead.

You're sure he knows what the condition of it is. He was there yesterday for the trash bags. You wonder what business he has there.

When you hear him walk away from your bedroom door, you force yourself and your aching muscles to creep out of your room. Planning to eavesdrop on his conversation.

"Is this all they eat?" His voice echoed through the hallway.

"Yes. I literally have never seen them eat anything else. Maybe the occasional cold pizza slice or two, but that's it. I don't think they even own a frying pan. Sometimes I wonder how that bastard is still alive." Ouch. A simple Yes would suffice. Why did she have to air your dirty laundry like that?

You heard the fridge open.

"Yeah, this was supposed to be their side of the fridge, but it was always empty. So we used it as a spare." Yves hummed in response.

You rushed back into your room when you heard his heels begin to strike the floor. Quietly shutting the door and tucking yourself into your bed.

Perhaps he's giving up, you're not coming out of your-

You stared wide eyed as the knob twisted by itself.

You forgot to lock your door. Shit, you fucking forgot to lock your door.

You heard one last set of calm knocking and Yves voice: "(name), I'm coming in."

He pushed it open and you see his tall, slender frame coming into view. His hair is flowy and luscious as usual, clear skin and pristine makeup on his beautiful face. While you look like crap. And your room looks like crap, you can barely see the floor.

You gape at the square of translucent hydrocolloid dressing on the back of his hand. Looks like his burn yesterday started to blister.

"Damn! You live like this?" Your housemate expressed her disbelief when her eyes landed on the clothes, indiscernible between used and washed, strewn all over the place. The opened drawers and stacks of empty cups.

You hid under your blanket, you told her to shut up and get the fuck out of your room.

"Alright, you're a grump cause you're sick. But just so you know, you're still on garbage duty this week." She responded.

You groan, telling her that you knew that already. You told her to go away. But she doesn't respect you, none of your housemates do.

"Could you excuse us, please?" Yves politely dismissed her. She agrees and leaves your room immediately. Yves closes the door to maintain some privacy.

You remained hidden under the sheets, not wanting him to see you so vulnerable.

"You poor thing." He sighed. You felt the bed dip as he sat on the edge. He gently peeled the blanket off your head, using the other hand to stroke your hair.

"You haven't eaten today, have you?" The fingers running through your grimy hair was... comforting. Too comforting, perhaps. You involuntarily started tearing up and crying, being reminded of a simpler time in your life. It brought back the feelings of security and safety, which you haven't felt in such a long while. You forgot how it felt, and it felt extremely good.

He stopped his caresses, but rested his hand on your scalp.

You told him you didn't mean to weep. You had no idea what has gotten into you. However, you're sure you're crying because of the state of your room and how two people had to see it- which includes someone with opinions you value very much: Yves.

He continued his affectionate touches as tears kept falling from your eyes.

No further words were exchanged between the two of you. Yves kept you company until you fell asleep from his rhythmic stroking. He pressed a kiss on your forehead before standing back up.

Yves sets his bag on your bed, he gets to work picking up stray articles of clothing from the floor. He dropped them all into your laundry basket in a messy pile.

Yves picked it up with no effort and carried it on his hip. He left your room and headed towards the basement, where the dryers and washing machines are kept. He knows where it is despite no one ever telling him.

You woke up with a jolt, thinking that Yves intruding your room was just a crazy fever dream.

Except, the presence of his unique luxury bag is right next to you. Scanning your surroundings, you definitely can tell Yves made his mark here.

You can see the floor again, you didn't know that it's that shiny and clean. All your clothes are missing and the corners are clear of any old trash. Everything you own is organized neatly, the shelves are displaying their respective categories in order. Your desk was wiped down and your textbooks arranged by colour.

Your room is unrecognizable, it wasn't even this nice when you first moved in.

Yves is nowhere to be found. You weakly got up and dragged yourself to the door. Locking yourself in and Yves out.

You always wondered what is in that bag. It seems to be carrying an impossible amount of items. Though, he uses a briefcase for his laptop and notes on weekdays, it's impressive that he managed to fit an umbrella in this small bag among other things.

You opened it and began rummaging through.

A lipstick, a compact mirror, disposable wet wipes, a hydrating facial spray, dry facial tissues, a hairbrush, his phone, a tin of breath mints, his oddly thin wallet- it made sense, the rich wouldn't carry around wads of cash. Only cards; An army Swiss knife, bandaids, a rectangle of a foldable grocery bag...

A set of keys attached to his car fob, a pen, some unidentifiable medication; it's printed in a foreign language, a case containing his reading glasses, another case that contains his sunglasses, portable eating utensils, a bottle of hand sanitizer, disinfectant spray, a power bank, charging cables, a portable fan, a hand fan, electronic ear buds, ear plugs...

Your jaw dropped in disbelief as you kept finding more things; perfume, a scrunchie, a couple of hair ties, sun screen, ointment, his reusable stainless steel thermal cup, lip balm, a face mask, portable paper soap, a stack of sticky notes and of course, an umbrella.

You dug deeper and found out that he's also hiding a scarf in there!

All that with heaps of space to spare, it doesn't look bulky from outside or in. You tried lifting it up by the handles, but it felt like you were trying to lift a barbell with one hand. It was bizarre how he could find what he wanted in the nick of time with all these things. Granted, it was neatly partitioned before you searched through it- oh. You messed up his system.

Shit! You're going to embarrass yourself again!

Well, you still have time. The door is locked and he isn't here yet, you could try putting it back.

You heard the door knob rattle. That must be him, he can't possibly get in right?

Your blood turned to ice when you heard the jingling of some keys. Of course, it's Yves. He would know to take your own keys with him. You heard him unlock your door.

You panicked and tried to hop out of bed, so you could barricade the door with something. But while doing so, you knocked the bag off the bed and made the contents of it spill out.

You let out a distressed yelp, his ten million things spread out all over the floor, some rolled under your bed.

"Did I startle you? I apologize." He came in with a laundry basket filled with freshly washed clothes. They're dry and warm to the touch. The basket looks noticeably clean too. Did he scrub it down? The dust and mold are gone, it went back to looking brand new.

You began apologizing, saying that you didn't mean to knock his bag down. You saw that as a potential escape from getting caught snooping around.

"No, it was my fault to leave it near the edge. It was bound to fall." He set the basket down and calmly began picking his belongings off the floor.

You let out a discrete sigh of relief. You're off the hook.

But obviously he knows what you did. His scarf shouldn't even be out of his bag, as he packed it at the bottom. His keys, lipstick and wallet should be the first to leave, yet it remained safely in the toppled bag because you flipped everything upside down while being a nosy person.

Plus, it was zipped up in the first place.

If he didn't want you peering in, he would have hidden it under your bed.

You got down on your knees and helped him collect the items. You dumped it back into the handbag, but Yves nonchalantly pulled it all back out to organize them himself.

"Thank you." He stood back up and securely placed it on your nightstand.

He turned to you and crowded you against the bed. Yves slid his hands under your chin, where the pulse is, checking your temperature by touch. You flinch and squirm because you're ticklish, but he paid no mind to it.

"You're having a fever." He noted. You release a baited breath when he lets you go, reaching for something inside his handbag.

You watch him unscrew the lid of his thermos cup. There isn't any particular Colour to the liquid. But there was a faint fruity scent emanating from it. The ice cubes bob around the mystery fluid. He also produced a metal straw which he plunged into the drink, you must have missed it when you were rummaging through.

He popped two tablets of paracetamol out of a blister pack and brought them to your lips. It's better to just let him feed you, so you took it in your mouth.

"Take small sips." He brought the straw to you.

The beverage is... salty. And sweet. It's sickeningly fragrant for a drink that's supposed to be enjoyable. Except it's not, it's an electrolyte solution he prepared to make up for the ones you lost. The coldness saved it.

You didn't realize how thirsty you were, he placed the cup in your hands before walking back to the laundry hamper. He opened a drawer and began folding your clothes into a neat stack.

You're starting to think he just likes silence. He has a perfectly functioning pair of expensive earbuds, but he doesn't use them neither does he want to initiate a conversation with you.

You put your drink away and flopped down onto your bed. You picked up your phone and decided to check your notifications.

You received a number of messages from the group chat with your housemates.

"(name) u gotta get ur bestie to visit more cuz this is the cleanest the kitchen has ever been!!!"

Attached to it is a series of before and after pictures of the entire house. You almost couldn't recognize the place, it was tidy and sparkling clean.

The rest of your housemates agreed in text, telling you that he was such a pleasant conversationalist.

"oh ya idk if hes still here but he made a massive pot of congee for u, its a fuckin banger u should try it" "Damn u lucky as hel to have him take out da trash on ur behalf, that shit was nasty and he did it without gloves too" "His car is still outside, he has got to be here." "oh shiiiittt hes gotta be LOADEDDD with a hot ride like that. where did u find him??" "Omg!! I need his recipe!! Can you ask him for it, pretty please, (name)? Maybe his number too??" "lawlz not u being hornyz on main" "lmaoo fuckin simp" "im not!! :(( he's just so sweet and handsome, im not stealing their man or anything, i just wanna get to know him!! you guys are just mean!!" "whatever u say president desperate"

You read all their text messages that devolved into banterings, looks like all your housemates know him now. You wonder what he talked about with them. What was there to talk about?

You were brought back to reality when you heard him shut the draw. He left your room once more to retrieve something.

Your phone pinged, alerting you of another text message.

"BRUH hes really still here"

Shortly after, you received a picture taken in the kitchen. Looks like the photographer tried to be subtle from its angle.

The photo showed Yves's back as he scoops something from a pot into a bowl, using a metal ladle.

"shit (name) how did u pull such a fine man It's literally 9pm rn" "What time did he come here tho?? Ik i came home at 6 and i saw him mopping the floor" "like 4pm" "FIVE HOURS ?? (NAME) TELL UR BESTIE HES WELCOME HERE ANYTIME WE WILL OPEN THE DOOR FOR HIM"

At least they seem to be less of pricks to you than before, all thanks to Yves. But it's such a shame that it took a good-looking servicing stranger to get them to act nice towards you.

"(Name), you have to eat something." You looked up from your cracked screen to see Yves holding a bowl of steamy congee. He pulled the chair from your desk and sat next to your bed.

"Sit up straight." He caressed the small of your back. You complied with his command while he stacked your pillows to make a backrest.

It has a mild, pleasantly savoury aroma.

He fed you by the spoonful agonizingly slow, you're horrified that you're now used to this gesture. It isn't something you feel flustered about, it just feels... right. It feels normal and it's as if he's done this for your entire life.

You're getting more comfortable with him and that scares the fuck out of you.

You're surprised that it's not making you want to hurl, the meal is actually bettering your stomach and you wanted to eat more even after finishing the entire bowl. It's definitely bland in your dictionary, since it's only seasoned with salt, pepper and freshly made chicken stock. But it was heavenly. And its the only thing you can stomach now.

You asked for more. You were shocked when your request is denied.

"You're full. You are going to vomit if I give you more. That's enough for now, I'll give you another bowl an hour later." He dabbed the corners of your mouth with a facial tissue.

You froze.

He is right. You are full. You wanted more because it tasted great, but you would have thrown it all up again.

It's eerie how he knows you better than you know yourself. And this is only the third time you have spoken to him. This doesn't seem right, does it?

Yves left your room once more to keep the dishes away. Predictably, the group chat blew up with astonished reactions that Yves appeared right before their eyes again.

You massaged your forehead, wondering if you should have been a bit more firm in saying no to Yves. But he just makes you so weak against him.

You checked the time and the digits turned from 9:59pm to 10:00pm.

It's getting very late.

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