#Not just bc of getting coughed on and getting sick either just like......

[slingbees]

The thing no one tells you about being autistic is that headphones actually work

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I cannot being to tell you how furious it makes me that masking is now considered stupid and people get literally bullied for it like we could've learned so much from this pandemic, we could've internalized respect and the idea of caring for others and the reasons behind giving up certain behaviors but NOOOO I have to live in literal fear someone's going to take a picture of me on a plane and post it on twitter and jerk off to the idea of how dumb I'm being

[ofbatsandballads]

Yay! I’m so glad you take requests. Feel free to decide if you want to write this or not, it’s fine either way :)

So, I was thinking about Jason dating civilian!reader, and her coming home all disheveled and horrified. Since she knows about him being Red Hood, she can confide in him. She had just killed someone for the first time, whether it was an accident, self defense or whatever, you decide.

I was just wondering how Jason would handle this situation since usually he’s the one doing the killing.

Thank you <3

oh, this is amazing food for thought. I actually think he’d be the very best person to come to in such a situation because he has experience with killing. who’s gonna understand you better than him? literally nobody. had something similar to this in my drafts but now my mind is whirling in a whole host of directions. excellent prompt, nonnie!

jason todd x f!reader. warnings include graphic depictions of violence and killing (in self defense), attempted and failed sexual assault, the aftermath of both events (reader’s in shock), hurt/comfort. this one’s got heavier subject matter so please do mind the warnings, folks. i did way too much research of the Gotham Knights map for this, but it’s my favorite depiction of the city so so be it. also reader and Jason live in the Belfry bc i said so (personal hc that i may or may not elaborate on some time). and one last thing! the romanized Arabic at the end is “��ياتي ” which translates to “my life”. I love the idea that Jason picked up Arabic terms of endearment from Talia calling Bruce just about every one she could.

Jason wakes up to soft afternoon sunlight shining on his face. He grumbles out a gravelly hum and scrunches up his face in protest against being awakened when he was sleeping so nicely. He reaches out to find the comforting warmth of his beloved beside him, to pull you in and bury his face into your hair so he can hide from the morning for a bit longer.

All he finds are cold sheets and an empty pillow.

He bolts upright. Something’s wrong. You never, never wake up before him. He doesn’t even register the way that the sudden abundance of light stings his eyes. He takes stock of his surroundings, his training executing on autopilot. The open layout of the Belfry lets him get his bearings in seconds. He doesn’t see you anywhere from the bird’s eye view of your loft bedroom. There’s no smell of food in the kitchen nor any mess that would indicate you’d been working in there. The living room space, fully visible below, is empty too. The only enclosed space in your home, the bathroom that’s just around the corner from your bedroom, is dead quiet. No running water, no sweet singing, no familiar coughing from swallowed toothpaste. And without so much as leaving your bed, Jason’s already come to a conclusion that sends his heart pounding and dries his throat. You’re not here.

He’s up and grabbing the 9mm taped under your bedside table in the span of a few breaths. He moves through your home methodically, like he’s clearing one of Gotham’s criminal hideouts. There’s no sign of a struggle. Nothing’s been disturbed. He’s not surprised by this—barring Wayne Manor, the Belfry is the most secure building in Gotham. That’s precisely why Jason had moved you both here once you decided to live together. He checks the coffee table and sees that your phone and wallet are gone. A different type of fear takes over now. One that makes his heart ache. What if you’ve finally had enough, finally seen that he’s not good enough for you, not worth sticking around for? It makes him sick. He swallows hard and tries to clear the blistering thought from his head. No, that’s not you. You’re not cruel. You’re kind and gentle and loving. You wouldn’t hurt a fly. And you wouldn’t hurt him.

The sight of gears turning in his periphery catches his attention. He sees the cables pulling and the security panel go green, and he’s running to the elevator doors damn near ready to pry them open. He hastily tucks the 9mm into the waistband of his pajama pants, easily within reach if he needs it. Relief floods him when the huge metal doors grind open and he sees your pretty face on the other side. Then his heart drops when he realizes that that pretty face is scraped and splattered with blood.

Your hair is tangled and wet, dripping dirty water down your neck and staining the bright red of his your favorite hoodie. Your hands, which shake as they reach blindly towards him, are stained crimson and battered too. But it’s your eyes that haunt him. You look broken.

“Jay,” you croak out, unable to summon anything but a plea for the one person who can keep you safe.

The tears fall from your eyes at the same time that you collapse into Jason’s arms. He drags you inside and locks down the Belfry. Jason wants to panic but feels a strange sense of calm about himself. As loathe as he’d be to admit it, he finds himself falling into Bruce’s habit of assessment and action.

“Baby, what happened?” he asks, voice steady and assured.

You don’t even hear him. You’re digging your hands into his shirt, clinging on to him like he’s the only thing keeping you tethered to Earth. He may very well be. He feels you going rigid and cold and he knows he has to get you stable before you descend further into shock.

“Listen to me,” he says firmly, adding on and enunciating your name for emphasis.

That sparks some semblance of lucidity. Jason hasn’t called you by your name in months, much preferring you be his baby or his sweetheart or his doll, or simply his. If it jars you back to reality, so be it.

“I need you to tell me what happened,” he demands gently.

It all pours out of you like a flood.

You’d woken up early by chance this afternoon. Normally you’d just close your eyes and snuggle closer to Jason to catch a couple more hours of sleep, but you wanted to do something nice for him. So you’d gotten up and gone to Lemay’s Flower Emporium in Gotham Heights. You’d bought him the prettiest bouquet of red and pink roses, so big that you had to hold on to it with both arms. The taxi ride from the Heights back to Coventry Station went fine. You were almost home. So close that you could see the clock tower where your heart was sleeping peacefully.

Then you stopped at Commerce Avenue Station. You just wanted to get him some pastries from the little bakery tucked away on 3rd Street that you both love. It was a decent walk; you knew that. You also knew that Jason wouldn’t want you to go out of your way by yourself. But it was morning and you were a grown woman and you could handle yourself, right? Well, that’s what you thought until a pair of hands clamped down on your shoulders and yanked you violently into a side alley.

Jason had prepared you for something like this. You’d spent countless evenings with him teaching you self defense techniques in the training area of your home. None of it mattered because the man that had you by the shoulders slammed you so hard into the brick wall that all your thoughts went hazy. Before you could regain your footing, you were shoved to the ground. The bitter sting of your palms scraping open pierced through the fog, as did the crushing weight of the vile man on top of you. Fear shot through you as the man started tugging at his belt and you realized that this wasn’t intended to be a mugging. You tried to scream but a grimy hand clamped over your mouth, hitting your head against the ground and soaking your hair in dirty rain water and blood.

Your eyes darted around in search of someone—anyone. But no one was coming. You felt fingernails scratch against your stomach as clammy hands curled into the waistband of your sweatpants and suddenly you saw your savior. A brick from the damaged alleyway laid within reach. You didn’t even think when you grabbed it, when you swung it as hard as you could into the side of the man’s head. The corner hit his temple and he crumbled to the side. You rose to your knees and hit the man again. And again. All you could remember were Jason’s firm instructions: if someone makes it a choice of you or them, you make sure that it’s you no matter what it takes.

“I don’t r-remember anything else,” you sob into his chest. “There was so much blood, Jason. And his head—oh, God.”

Jason shushes you gently. He holds you tight in his arms like he’s terrified that if he loosens his grip even slightly, you’ll fade away on him.

“Don’t think about it, baby. You did what you needed to do. You protected yourself. I’m so proud of you.”

“I killed someone, Jason. I killed someone.”

You look at him wide eyed—afraid, horrified, guilty. No. Jason won’t have that. You will not feel guilty over some lowlife scumbag who wanted to hurt you, who probably would have killed you. Jason can’t even stomach the thought. He wants to put a bullet into whatever’s left of that predator’s head. No, the only shame in you killing that man is that you got to him before Jason could.

“I need you to listen to me,” he says, repeats your name again for emphasis. “You. Did. Nothing. Wrong.”

“Someone’s dead because of me, Jay,” you argue, gripping him tighter as your panic rises.

“Baby, do you know how many people are dead because of me?” he asks. “Far, far more than I’d ever want you to know. Do you think I’m a monster, honey? That I did something wrong?”

He knows it’s an apples to oranges comparison. But you’ve used this same tactic on him so many times that he also knows it’s effective. Every time he demeans himself for something, you ask if he’d treat you the way he treats himself for the same thing. The answer is always no.

“No!” you reply emphatically. “You protect people. You do it to keep people safe.”

“You did it to keep yourself safe.”

“But—”

“No buts. Or ifs. No ands, either, just in case you get any ideas,” he says lightly, brushing a speck of blood off your cheekbone.

You smile at his stupid little comment and he feels the tension in his body release just slightly. As long as there’s light back in your eyes for even a moment, he knows that you’ll be okay. He picks you up, lets you cling your arms around his neck and bury your face in his chest as he carries you to the bathroom upstairs. He runs you a bath and, after asking repeatedly if you were okay with it, undresses you and washes the blood and grime from your body. He wraps you in a big fluffy towel, dries and brushes your hair, and tends to your injuries before he bundles you up in his comfiest hoodie and pajama pants. He soothes you when your tears make their return and never leaves your line of sight because he knows he makes you feel safe.

The thought gnaws at him throughout the day. It outright scalds him as he lies in bed with you after deciding to skip patrol. He’s failed you. Failed to protect you, failed to ensure nothing harms a hair on your head. He’s failed at taking care of you, the one thing that matters more to him than anything else. He’s seconds away from spiraling into self hatred when your sweet voice comes calling, soft and pleading.

“Jay…please stay with me,” you say softly.

Your eyes are clear and focused again. You squeeze his waist tight where your arms are wrapped around him, like you’re physically trying to anchor him in place in your bed. The look on your face says that you know exactly where his mind was headed. You see right through him. It makes him feel more vulnerable than anything else, and it surprises him how much he loves the feeling. And Jason, as always and for eternity, can’t bring himself to deny you. So he pulls himself together and shoves all his self loathing down. He can deal with it later—you need him more right now.

“I’m right here, hayati. Not goin’ anywhere, I promise.”

He kisses you gently and feels some of that self hatred wash away when you chase after him for more goodnight kisses. He feels it dissipate even more when you fall asleep in his arms with a soft smile on your face. It’s all but forgotten as he drifts off too, safe in the knowledge that you’re here with him, that he can feel your heart beating pressed tight against his own.

[eatfishies]

let's warm each other up | 🔞

summary: You decided to take care of a sick Xavier and aided him back to recovery.

or

Xavier fucking you despite his feverish state because he can't resist you and your relentless teasing.

word count: 3.1k words tags: NSFW, xavier x reader (afab), second person POV, porn with feelings, pwp, oral sex (cunnilingus), clit play, swearing, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, pet names, vaginal ejaculation, creampie, lowk breeding kink (?), nipple play and licking, teasing, temperature play kind of, written before feverish attempts card dropped so obvi it won't be accurate fish notes: mehehe i am back w xavier dis time ..! (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝) finally wrote abt this bunny bc after watching his trailer,, he rly got me motivated to write this lmao. anyway hope all of U enjoy !! (♡°▽°♡) ── ao3 link ★ ˙ ̟ | my twt !

When Xavier texted you and regretfully cancelled the plans you both made to check out that new horror movie at the cinema, you wondered what had occurred.

Now, with nothing to do, you couldn’t help but seek out the cause for the abrupt change. Your feet carried you to Xavier’s doorstep in no time. 

Pressing the doorbell, you waited patiently for Xavier. You stood there for awhile until you heard the unmistakable sound of coughs followed footsteps shuffling closer.

The door swung open and revealed an extremely sick-looking Xavier. His pale skin glistened with sweat and his cheeks reddened from the heat he’s radiating off of. His eyes were glassy and unfocused as he locked with yours.

“Oh… did you need anything?” He asked, his voice soft yet there’s an underlying hint of fatigue. 

Frowning, you leaned in to observe him carefully, “Xavier, are you sick?” You brought your hand up to press against his forehead.

Immediately you pull back, recoiling like you’ve been burned. And sure enough, Xavier was heating up and you can tell from the way he fidgets in the doorway that this is taking a lot of toll on him.

Wordlessly, you gently placed a hand on his arm and pushed him inside, letting the door close with a click. “Why didn’t you tell me you’re sick?” 

You led him back to his bedroom, beckoning him to lay down. “I didn’t want to worry you. I didn’t expect it to be this… bad either.” He spoke sheepishly, resting his head on the pillow.

Instead of fretting over, you chose to silently rummage through the cabinets of his kitchen. You let out a sigh once you realize that Xavier had no medications on-hand.

Walking back to the bedroom, you find Xavier with his eyes closed. Beads of sweat rolling down his face. His shirt unbuttoned, leaving his chest bare and on-display. 

Yet, his face contorted into one that speaks of pain. Even though you knew that your partner was the type to not vocally admit that he’s not fine.

“I’m going out for a bit to grab some meds for you. Will you be okay alone?” 

He lets out a low groan before fluttering his eyes open, blinking blearily at you. “Yeah, I’ll be fine.”

Still, you couldn’t help but hesitate a bit. Xavier is more than capable of handling any sort of situation but seeing him in this state and vulnerable tugged at your heart. There’s nothing you want more than to scoop him into your arms and rock him to sleep. 

But before that, you need to get the proper medications first. You cast a long lingering gaze at him, “Call me if you need anything.” 

With that, you left the house. 

As you made your way through the street, your mind wandered to the possibility and cause of his sickness. It was rare to see Xavier sick minus the times where he’s gotten himself injured after a battle with Wanderers. That was different – this however, was something else entirely. Sure, maybe it really was just a simple fever but could it really be just that? What if something happened to him that he didn’t tell you? You’ve come to terms with the fact that Xavier has his own secrets and mysteries that he kept quiet about. Despite the budding curiosity that grows within you with each encounter, you find it hard to vocalize the need to know.

After all, they say patience is a virtue. With time, surely he’ll come around and bare the truth in front of you willingly. For now, you’ll just occupy yourself with other tasks. Such as taking care of a certain sick hunter.

You watched as Xavier reluctantly swallowed the medicine you fed him. His face contorted into a grimace. “Was there no strawberry flavor?” 

A small chuckle emitted out of you, “No. I’m afraid those are only for kids.”

“Hmm…” He pouted and frowned slightly before turning to glance at the pills scattered beside him. “You bought a lot… surely you won’t need me to take all of them, right?”

Placing down the glass of water to his bedside table, “Of course not. These are just inventory stocks. For you to keep them so that the next time you get sick, you wouldn’t have to go out and buy them anymore.”

He picked one up and examined it, “That’s thoughtful of you but…” His blue eyes locked with yours, “You didn’t have to do that. I don’t really get sick much.” 

As soon as he said that, a cough wracked out of him. You swiftly patted his back as he lurched forward, his body was burning up. You reached out and grabbed the glass of water again, handing it to him, which he gratefully drank from.

“Try and get some rest.” You said softly as you made a way to stand up from the bed. But Xavier’s hand held onto yours, “No, stay.” 

Hearing him say that and looking back onto that flushed expression, you couldn’t help but oblige. Laying down next to him despite the fact that you could potentially get a fever too from the close proximity.

When you turned your head to the side to gaze at him, he was already fixated on you. “Why aren’t you sleeping?” 

“Everything is too hot.” 

You suddenly remembered the cold compression you had brought along. You sat up and reached out for it, “Here, let me cool you up.”

Xavier only lets out a noncommittal hum, giving you a sign to go ahead as he closes his eyes, awaiting for the cool compress. Tentatively, you began to press it against his skin, hoping that it could alleviate some of his discomfort. 

And yet, a wicked part of you wondered what would happen if you were to mess around with him for a bit. A sly smile curved onto your lips as you teasingly lowered it down and prod his bare stomach with it. A soft hiss and grunt leaves his mouth before he flutters his eyes open.

“What are you doing?” He spoke weakly, his voice slightly strained. 

Opting to further elicit reactions out of him, you continued to poke and press the cold compress harder. Whimpering, Xavier effortlessly caught your wrist, effectively stopping you from relentlessly teasing him.

A small smile etched on his face, “Having fun, aren’t you?” 

You responded with a cheeky grin, “Of course. It’s not everyday I get to take care of a super skilled hunter.” You retorted by pressing the compress to the side of his abdomen – a sensitive spot that only you knew. Whilst your other hand caressed his stomach, feeling how warm he is before you trailed your hand up to brush against his nipples.

Sensing how much he liked it, you repeated the motion until he was writhing underneath your ministrations. Your fingers rubbing the engorged buds until they are pert and hard. 

A startled gasp escaped from your lips as Xavier suddenly pinned you down on the bed. He was breathing hard, his cheeks flushed from the cold he’s experiencing, yet his strength still overpowered you despite his frail condition at the moment.

“Do you really think it’s fair for you to mess and tease me around like this?” He caressed your cheek tenderly, “You make it hard for me to resist. All I want to do is to fuck you senselessy until you’ve learned the consequences of your actions.” He murmured, leaning in to nuzzle onto the crook of your neck.

His hot breath touched your skin and you felt shivers running down your spine at the close proximity. You knew it was silly and well, a tad bit immature to be poking fun at and taunt Xavier while he’s sick. But staring back at his reddened face and having his body pressed up close against you like this in bed made your brain short-circuit. 

A smaller part of yourself preened under his attention though. It’s a heady feeling to know that you’ve got your partner all hot and bothered just by teasing him. Xavier breathing down on you hotly and another part of you felt a twinge of regret at having to disturb his rest. Yet, he was the one who insisted on having you this close to him.

How could you possibly deny his request when all you craved is to be near him, no matter what circumstances you both find yourselves in. You felt his hand caress your rear bottom before he laid his head on your chest, staring at you intensely.

His hand found yours, intertwining as he spoke breathlessly, “You know… the closer they are to it, the more sensitive they become.” Referring to your touch and your presence.

You felt your breath hitch in your throat, your mind going blank the minute he gazed into your eyes. “Xavi… we shouldn’t. You’re sick.” 

“You do know that it’s more than just a fever.” He lowered his head and ran his fingers onto your clothed body, mimicking your teasing gestures earlier. “Even when I’m like this, I just can’t resist you. I need to feel every part of you.” 

Your mouth went dry as he spoke his desire towards you. Feeling your restrain waver amidst his words. He tilted his head up, “You did say you want to help me.”

Well, I’ll be damned, you mentally thought to yourself. Cupping his face, you relented and finally gave in, “Alright. But only one round, okay? You need to recover and gain your strength.”

That made him smile, nodding, “Okay.” With that, he leaned in, “Can I kiss you?” He asked hesitantly despite the fact that you gave him the go sign. Looks like he’s still a bit wary, afraid that you’ll catch the fever too. 

But at this point, you were too desperate for him. “For you, always.” You reassured him.

Your lips met his almost instantly – passionate and sloppy. All wet with saliva and tongue. You gasped at the eagerness of his claim, a bit taken aback. You had thought that he would start off slow but as it turns out, Xavier was more pent-up than you’d realized. 

Even in this feverish state, he’s still hungry and craving for every inch of you. Swallowing your whimpers and moans as he devours your mouth, his tongue entangling along with yours in a fiery dance.

As you two broke the kiss, he pushed your shirt up to reveal you in your bra. Leaning in, he began to pepper kisses along the swell of your breasts. “I could never get enough of you. I need to have you all the time.” 

Effortlessly, his fingers unhooked your bra, tossing the garment aside as he stared down at your bare chest. “Don’t hold back. Let me listen to you.” He said before diving in and taking your nipple into his warm mouth. Suckling and swirling his tongue around the bud.

A string of moans fell from your lips as he lavished your hardened peak. His other hand trailed up to brush against your neglected nipple, twisting it in between his fingers. Sending jolts of pleasure all across your body. The dual sensation only further arouses you, dampening your panties with slick as he teased your buds. 

He pulled away with a lewd pop, moving to suck and lick on your other engorged peak. You mindlessly bucked your hips against his body. The heat emitting off of him combined with his mouth on your sensitive spot makes your head spin with need. 

“Xavier… please…” You mewled out, seeking friction on your core. Desperately aching for his touch. He released your nipple and gazed at you, “Does my bunny need more?”

Nodding, you yearned for him to give into your whims and satiate the fuelling desire burning inside you. Xavier smirked at you, enjoying the raw, unbridled hunger plastered all over your pretty pink cheeks. 

He lifted your legs and slid your skirt off along with your panties, baring your glistening slick folds to him. For a moment, Xavier merely stared at it, his breath hitting your flesh. Tentatively, he ran a finger down the slit, feeling how wet you were for him. 

“You’re so wet for me, honey. Looks like I wasn’t the only one who wanted this.” He noted, a hint of pride blending into his voice as he easily slipped a finger in your pussy. 

You bit your lip, fixated on him as he slowly began to thrust, inserting another finger inside. Xavier inched close to your clit and licked as he curled his digits, making you writhe and cry out in pleasure. He lets out a satisfied hum, rumbling against your swollen nub as he eagerly lapped and swirled around the bean. 

Immediately your hand gripped and fisted his hair, the sound of squelching mingling with your moans was bouncing off the walls, creating a heady mix. His tongue laving your clit in rapid circles while his fingers pumped in and out of your dripping cunt. 

Each flick and thrust sends you closer and closer to your climax. You gasped, feeling your stomach tightened as you tethered to the edge. Hearing your escalating cries, Xavier picked up the pace and ate you out with fervor, sliding his digits out of your slippery core with the same rhythm. Determined to make you come undone beneath him.

With one hard suck on the sensitive bud, your body tensed, arching your back as a loud moan teared out of your throat. Xavier continued his ministrations even as you orgasmed, stretching your pussy as he enthusiastically lapped up every drop of your arousal. 

Even as your high subsided, Xavier merely kept his fingers inside you, pumping it in a gentle motion. He pressed a chaste kiss to your clit, gazing up at you with love and adoration gleaming in his eyes. 

A trail of slick coated his chin and all over his mouth, rendering you speechless for a moment as you took in the sight of your partner – covered in your essence and looking as handsome as ever. Xavier slowly pulled his digits out, leaving your cunt to clench around nothing as he crawled up and captured your lips. Letting you taste yourself on his tongue.

You whimpered against his lips, melting and wounding your arms around his neck. Drawing him close and needing to feel his desire towards you. His rock-hard erection prodding against your stomach insistently. A swell of excitement courses through your veins at the notion that your lover got aroused and erect while pleasuring you. 

“I can’t wait any longer… need to be inside you.” Xavier rasped as he broke the kiss. Hastily, he shrugged his pants off – no undergarment, he was butt-naked this whole time. The thought elicited a chuckle out of you. Typical, you noted in amusement.

Yet as his cock slapped against his stomach, all of the thoughts and words ceased. Oh, he definitely turned out alright as he took his member in his hand and stroked it, looming over you. Wasting no more time, Xavier lined his length between your entrance. 

You were about to say something when his hips moved forward, his cock thrusting inside you in one smooth movement. He groaned at the sensation of your warm walls gripping and engulfing his member. But his was hotter, instantaneously making you whine. 

“Fuck… feel so good.” Your partner uttered lowly, his fingers digging into your skin, holding you in place as he started to move. The fever radiating off of him as he buried his length deep in you drove you to mewl and claw at his back. It was even more intense than you and his coupling session. 

Reminding you that his sick state heightened every waking muscle in your body. Beads of sweat gathered in between his brows as he focused solely on fucking you in a steady motion. He briefly closes his eyes, savoring the exquisite feeling of finally being one with you despite his insides screaming at him. 

Everything was much more pronounced, every roll of his hips against your cunt seemed to alleviate his senses. Setting his blood on fire as he drove his thick length deeper. “You feel so good. I don’t think I’m going to last long.” He grunted, his voice slightly strained. 

Tilting his head to nuzzle your neck, inhaling your scent, increasing his momentum, drawing sweet sounds of your debauched cries. “Can I finish inside you?” His hot breath fanning over the damp skin as he nibbled and sucked on your throat.

You could only whimper as he pounded into you with an intensity that bordered onto frenzy. His throbbing cock hitting your favorite spot repeatedly. His hand ascended to pinch and roll your puffy nipple. “Tell me, bunny. Where should I cum?”

All you could feel is an overwhelming sense of pleasure entwining one with you. His teasing on your breast and his relentless thrusts into your slick cunt was making you lose all sort of semblance and grip on the situation. 

Even so, you do crave for the feeling of his hot seed filling you up. Marking you and leaving you dazed. With a shuddering gasp, you spoke out, “Inside. Cum inside me, please.” 

As Xavier bit on your neck, you felt his thrusts become more erratic. His pleasure building up along with yours. He trailed his hand down to rub your clit, wanting you to come at the same time. 

Your walls clenched around his length, arching your back as you felt your orgasm envelop your entire being. Xavier’s hips snapped forward in tandem with your climax as he finally let go. A moan escaped his lips as he spilled his load inside your spasming pussy, his cock pulsing as he stilled. 

A satisfied hum emitted off of him as he dropped his weight and laid on-top of you. You yelped at the sudden movement, feeling his breath evening out as he fell into deep slumber. You couldn’t help but smile, running your fingers in his hair as he remained fast asleep.

His cock was still buried inside you however – you can feel his cum starting to leak onto your inner thighs and staining the bedsheets beneath you. You exhaled a sigh of content, basking in the afterglow of you and Xavier’s intimate time together. 

You groaned slightly, “You’re heavy, Xavi.” You murmured, yet you made no effort to move. Instead you wrapped your arms around him and embraced the sick hunter. 

“Sleep well. I hope you feel better soon.” You muttered, kissing his cheek and fluttering your eyes shut. Allowing yourself to drift off to slumberland. Your heart is at ease knowing that Xavier is here and safe, in your arms.

[vanilladove]

hi vani!!! turning anon bc im shy … i feel like school really gets to us in winter months and i hope you’re doing well <3 since im in a fever rn can i request dazai taking care of a sick reader? (either nsfw or sfw is okay!) thank you luv ･ᴗ･

⋆｡‧˚ʚ pairing: dazai osamu x sick!gn!reader

⋆｡‧˚ʚ genre: heartwarming fluff

⋆｡‧˚ʚ content warnings: alcohol mentions; anon i hope ur sickness has been long cured >:T

⋆｡‧˚ʚ word count: 1.7k

"Bella, are you still alive?" You heard the door open as your boyfriend's voice echoed faintly throughout your shared apartment. You groaned in response, pulling the warm covers over yourself.

You hated it⎯your fever made you either uncontrollably hot or freezing cold, and you had no strength to do anything. A fever. You didn't even realize how bad it was until you started to feel lightheaded on your walk home from work and couldn't stop coughing and sneezing. When the thermometer read 101, you couldn't believe your misfortune, and you immediately went to go tell Dazai.

Of course he only cooed with sympathy, promising to take care of you (definitely not as an excuse to leave early from the ADA).

"Hellooooo..." He quickly opened the door to your bedroom and lazily threw his tan trench coat over your chair. With his hands in his pockets, he leaned over your resting frame, standing over the side of the bed. His chocolate brown locks hung over your face, and you blushed in embarrassment, sure that you looked like an absolute mess.

"How are you feeling? Like you're on your deathbed?" You scoffed at that, not in the mood for his witty comments, but a cough quickly left your throat and you turned to the side, facing away from Dazai.

"Like shit..." You coughed again. "I took a hot shower earlier, but the steam almost made me pass out." You sniffled, sure that your hair was all frizzy from your frequent tossing and turning.

"Ah, really?" He slowly crawled onto the bed and dug his nose into your nape to place a gentle kiss, sighing softly, "That explains why the room smells so nice⎯it's just like your shampoo~"

Your cheeks heated up under his touch and he leaned forward to cradle your warm face. You tried to move away, but he only stared at you intensely as he inched closer, crawling one step⎯

"Ow! Bella!" Dazai jumped off the bed suddenly, holding his knee, and ripping off the linen comforter. You tried to swat his hands off it, but his abrupt motions revealed your laptop and textbooks underneath.

"What?! I can't believe you⎯"

"No!" You gathered all your things quickly and clutched them tightly to your striped pajamas. "I-It's finals week! I have three exams coming up, and I have to study for them! I can't afford to get a bad grade!"

Dazai only looked at you in disbelief, his brown eyes cutting glares into your irises, "Seriously! You're sick! Give yourself a break!" Before you could object any further, he dramatically scooped your belongings out of your arms and placed them on your desk. You tried to reach for them, but he only blocked your way, holding a palm out to block you from moving forward.

Trying to lower his guard, you intertwined your hand with his and tried to plead with him, but you were again cut off when he instead pulled you forward and threw you over his shoulder. You yelped from the shift in gravity and tried to fight back by tapping on his back and kicking your feet, but it was useless. You always forgot how Dazai's tall, lean frame contrasted with his actual strength.

Humming carelessly and ignoring your cries to be released, he slowly walked to the living room and gently placed you upright on the sofa, securing you tightly with a dark blue blanket and placing a cream pillow behind your back for support.

"Dazaiiiiii, you're being mean." You whined, grabbing some tissues to blow your nose.

He crossed his arms in annoyance, "Well you aren't taking care of yourself properly. So I have to be mean." You rolled your eyes and tried to get up, but Dazai only pushed you back again and kept a firm grip on your shoulders, "Nuh uh, you aren't allowed to get up. Especially not to go back to study." He pulled out the key to your bedroom door and swung it in front of you, taunting you, "And don't even think about trying to sneak away because I locked it."

You groaned in dismay, not sure where the sudden urge to become your caretaker came from.

"Got it, bella?"

Still being stubborn, you only huffed, "Stop telling me what to do, idiot. You don't even take proper care of yoursel⎯"

The loud grumbling of your stomach interrupted you, and you could tell Dazai was about to start laughing at you like you didn't just prove his point.

"Haha, yeah, I bet you haven't even eaten a solid meal yet. Sit down. And stay there⎯I'm making you food." He had his signature condescending grin on his face, and you didn't want to look at it, so you dug your face into the pillow and closed your eyes, grumbling some minor curses at your lover as he giggled and walked away to turn on the stove.

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"Angel, wake up, your food's ready." You felt the gentle touch of Dazai's fingers as you stirred awake, eyelids feeling weighed down by exhaustion, but you nuzzled into his palms reflexively.

"So tired...mmm...." You mumbled as you intertwined your fingers with Dazai's hand again, trying to hold onto his warmth. He brushed softly above your brow bone and kissed your forehead, his light chuckles vibrating against your skin.

Your eyes crept open again as you felt the blanket shift and a pair of bandage-wrapped arms pull you against a steady back. He tucked some flyaway strands behind your ear and handed you an olive-colored ceramic mug. "Don't worry, I'll feed you."

You smiled to yourself, letting out a quiet 'thanks' before sipping on the warm liquid in the cup. You cringed when you felt an astringent bitter taste attack your taste buds. "A-Ack," you coughed, "It's too strong⎯" Dazai's eyes widened in surprise as he snatched the cup away from your hands.

"Oh, that's my warm sake. Here, take your tea." He flashed you an innocent smile and he swiftly replaced the identical mugs and childishly laughed.

You flicked his forehead gently, "Seriously, did you come back early because you were worried about me, or because you just wanted to day drink?" You exhaled, side-eyeing Dazai from your peripheral. He only swatted his hand dismissively, pulling you closer with the coy cattish grin still on his face.

"What kind of a question is that? Obviously I came back to see you as soon as you sent me the photo of the thermometer reading. It just coincidentally happened to be in the middle of an assignment from Kunikida...but you always come first." You sighed, already anticipating an angry voicemail from his strict counterpart.

But you always come first.

You decided you'd scold your lover later and cuddled deeper into his embrace. He pet the top of your head before grabbing the miso soup from the table and taking a spoonful of it. He blew on the spoon to cool the soup down before bringing it to your slightly chapped lips. After you finished it, he looked down to kiss your temple. "How is it? Good? Not too salty?"

Rose dusted your cheeks and the back of your neck again as you shook your head affirmatively, "Mmm, it's perfect." Dazai smiled while bringing up another warm spoonful.

"Yeah? Then make sure you eat it all, okay?" You nodded, but he kept going, "You need to eat well if you wanna recover your strength. I'm sure pulling too many all nighters is how you got this fever in the first place." You looked back at him again, but he nudged your face back with another kiss to your temple, "What classes are you studying so hard for, anyways? You know you can always ask me to help you."

As much as you wanted him to stop, you knew he was right. Even though you advanced pretty fast through school, your intellect could never quite rival Dazai's. He could easily teach you a subject in a week better than your professors.

You turned back and tried to flash puppy eyes at him, "Will you take my exams for me then? I can buy you a wig and lend you some of my clothes."

"Very funny, angel, very funny...I'll make you an outline, though."

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After you finished eating, you napped in Dazai's arms while he completed his abandoned report (Kunikida did end up calling and was in fact quite upset). When you woke up again, Dazai was tucking you back into your actual bed and changed into pajamas to snuggle in with you. He peppered kisses along your face and neck and stroked your hair gently, the nutty aroma of the warm sake comforting you.

He gave you some fever reducer and cough drops to help you finish your tea and held you close in his arms, although he was more focused on watching over you than sleeping.

You looked up at his tranquil face, "Dazai, aren't you worried you'll get sick too from being so close to me?" He watched you playfully, propped up on his hand with his elbow bent at an angle.

"Hmmmm...not really. My body's been through a lot worse than a little fever, so I'm basically immune." You shot him an unconvinced look, "Plus, worst-case scenario, Yosano can always use her ability to heal me."

"Isn't that taking advantageous of her though? I feel like a fever's not worth that kind of effort..."

"Ahhh, I guess you're right...I guess I just have to stay with you then, and we can try out a different soup and tea combo until you recover...Hopefully everyone will be fine if I miss work for a few days." He flashed you an innocent yet mischievous smile.

"That's not..." Dazai pulled you closer into his arms and traced the outline of your lips lightly, exhaling before catching them with his and pulling you into a deep kiss, one hand around your waist and the other pushing the back of your head into the kiss.

"I love you. I love you so much that I'd always take care of you, even though neither of us can do it for ourselves..."

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You woke up in the morning from sudden repeated noises. Yawning, you paid more attention to hear...the thermometer beeping and Dazai sniffling?

"101...seriously..." Dazai groaned, opening a capsule of medicine.

You flipped over, squinting at him, "Hey, Dazai, don't tell me you got a fever from me..."

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[onlyswan]

summary: in which you always get what you want and jungkook is dying to kiss you.

> idol!jungkook x reader / fluff!! a pinch of angst / word count: 5.5k

> content/warnings: jimin cameo!!, a photobooth, oc gets a little hot & bothered bcs jk is a menace lol (they both are <3), touches a biiit on toxic relationships but this is pure fluff and yearning :p (the ex oc mentions is the same as the one mentioned in the first meeting drabble)

> songs: bad - wave to earth / just like magic - ariana grande

> in which masterlist!

note: just a sweet and silly drabble of jungkook being hopelessly whipped for oc before they even became official *to intensify the seven mv brainrot* no i didn’t plan this 🥲 + hehe this was only a week before the first kiss :p reblogs and feedback are much appreciated !! <3

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“you really came!”

you run towards jungkook with a wide smile that reaches your eyes. the bag hanging on your shoulder swings and strikes your hip due to your excitement, but you could care less about the clinking of coins when there’s a bright star leaning on a lamp post, smiling back at you.

you stand before him as he straightens himself up, puffs of a fleeting cloud appearing as you pant lightly. “dummy, it’s so late. i told you to go to bed. aren’t you tired?”

“exactly, it’s so late.” he emphasizes your words to scold you, concern dripping from the tone of his soft voice. “of course i had to come.”

he tips his head to the side, sparkling eyes drinking you in as if he didn’t just see you the other night.

“you’re so adorable today.”

“thanks. is it because of this?” you happily scrunch your nose at the compliment, tugging at the strings of the brown knitted ear warmers wrapped around your head.

it is near midnight. drowning in the warmth of his bed to flee the freezing season, jungkook should be comfortably resting at home. however, he just had to look for your name in his contact list despite being absolutely knackered… and somehow he ended up here, because if he has been trading his sleep for work all these years, then he can also trade it any day to spend his midnights with you.

an endeared grin spreads on his face, rosy cheeks numb from the cold. “hm, teddy bear.”

a gust of silence passes by as your inquiring eyes survey the white plastic bag hanging from his hand, the company logo stamped in the middle of it familiar since childhood.

“what’s that? are you sick?”

“me?” he points at himself in confusion, shaking his head. “i’m not, though?”

“then why do you have-”

“ahhh- ah!” his face lights up as he is reminded of the other reason he came to you. he slaps his forehead with a chuckle. “i almost forgot.”

jungkook, although still a little shy around you, tries his best to initiate eye-contact when either one of you speaks to avoid giving off the impression that his mind is someplace else when you’re together. however, the mission becomes difficult when you meet his gaze wide-eyed, and he is… breathless.

“you haven’t been feeling well so… uhm, i got you vitamins and more medicine, just incase. here.”

your heart feels like it’s been wrapped in a cozy blanket meant to thaw the winter that has overstayed its welcome, spreading warmth and giddy sparks all the way to the tips of your fingers. you’re relieved that you wore gloves today; he didn’t get electrified when you took the thoughtful gift from his cold hand.

“really? even vitamins?”

the original plan was only to take a peek, but a word written in bold and colorful letters prompts you to bring out the cough medicine for a better look.

oh, jungkook.

you quickly slide it back inside the bag, a laugh accidentally slipping from your mouth. you press your lips into a thin line to suppress the rest of them bubbling in your chest.

“yah, why are you suddenly laughing? did i buy the wrong one?” he questions, nervous about his suspicions being correct.

he follows up with a matter-of-fact tone.

“you said you only like syrup when you have a cough, because it’s soothing.”

“it’s so sweet that you remembered that but…” you giggle, eyes watering as your body quakes with the intensity of it. the image of the packaging flashes in your mind, and you sniffle. “this is for babies.”

“but syrup is really for kids? are they not?”

his doe eyes are shining not with condescension but genuine innocence, and it makes this a whole lot funnier for you.

“yeah, i mean…” you pause as a puzzling realization washes over you.

oh my god, does this mean that this entire time… he’s been thinking that you gulp down bottles of cherry-flavored cough syrup for two-year-old’s? and he didn’t question that? at all?

“i guess you’re right. but they also have one for adults. i was drinking that.”

“huh, that’s what they gave me. and i just assumed-” he gestures at the medicine you’re grasping in your hands before he freezes.

with the clear view of it, he finally discerns how silly of a mistake he has made.

“i must be out of my mind today!”

he breaks out into a fit of laughter, putting a hand over his aching belly.

it’s a sound that has been evoking an inexplicable joy in you since the first time you heard it; a sound that you often miss lately. you still need to remind yourself not to stare at him for too long, scared that he’d be able to read these thoughts from a simple look at your face.

“still, it’s pink. and i bet that tastes better?”

you nod your head in agreement, pulling out the medicine once more to study the directions of use. “with the dropper and everything, i bet it’s a better experience.”

“shit, it- it even has a dropper?”

“i told you! it’s for babies!”

“babies?! no, no. this isn’t it. this won’t do.” he furiously shakes his head as he waves his hand in disapproval, crossing the distance between you to seize your wrist. “let’s go- come with me. let’s go back to the pharmacy. i’ll exchange it for the right one.”

“nope.” you refuse his demands with a smirk, stubbornly breaking away from his grip. “i don’t want to. i’ll keep this.”

“____, come on!”

“but you already gave it to m- jungkook!” you squeal when he makes a move to steal the item from your hands.

out of reflex, you hide them from him behind yourself. and unsurprisingly, that doesn’t deter jungkook’s endless supply of friskiness. he chases you as he reaches for your back, and you carelessly stumble multiple steps backwards to escape him. whimpering at the unexpected impact, you finally reach a dead-end, trapped between a wall and the boy who’s been making your winter a little less blue. your forehead lands on his chest, defeated, and he keeps you steady with a secure hold of your arms.

a harmony of breathy giggles imbues the silence of the deserted sidewalk.

“what are you even going to do with it? you can’t drink it anyway!”

you lift up your head with a drawn-out whine.

you can’t give him an answer.

to be honest, you’re just as clueless as jungkook is.

“ehhh?” he mimics the sound you made with an amused expression painted on his face. you’re too damn adorable for your own good, and it’s doing very dangerous things to his heart. “will you? are you a baby?”

the rhetorical question is a bait that you choose to bite.

“not really, but i can be your baby.” you shrug, melting him with a coquettish smile.

“ah, i see… is that term of endearment your type? you want to be mine?”

his teasing grin puts his dimples on display, and you desperately want to run back into your apartment just to spend a full minute screaming into your pillow. you’re thoroughly convinced that you’ve never felt more attracted to a person than you are to jungkook. this is bad news. you don’t know to what lengths you’re willing to go so that he could stay in your life for as long as you want. it’s terrifying and exhilarating.

“just to set the record straight, you want me to be yours.”

“and if i do? then what…? are you confident you can handle me?”

every nerve connected to your heart is a wire most alive when you yearn to bare it for another.

“try me.”

his hazy eyes falls to your lips and he goes a little crazier than he was the other night. it’s infuriating that you manage to make them look so soft and so inviting despite the frigid air. it’s dizzying, how his face is only inches away from yours and as always, you smell so sweet, just right. he wonders if you taste the same.

jungkook is dying to kiss you.

the thought has been plaguing his mind, haunting his dreams both day and night. he keeps screaming at himself to just fucking do it, but as much as he is impulsive, he doesn’t want to be the guy who catches you off guard. he doesn’t want you confusing your feelings for him with adrenaline. he wants the moment to feel right. he wants you to see that he’s sincere, and he’s nothing like those bastards who took you for granted…

selfishly, he wants this to be something real, co-existing with the fear of pushing you into a tornado of chaos that is his life.

his heart is pounding violently, he’s afraid it might jump through his sweater. the right moment feels like it could be right now, and he knows you feel it too. he observes your breathing getting heavier, and one of your restless hands has freed itself to grab a fistful of his sleeve.

your lips slightly part, and he doesn’t know if it’s the anticipation, or you did it on purpose to rile him up. he figures his jimin-hyung is right; he would be a fool if he allowed you to slip out of his hands. but truth be told, he’s the one wrapped around your finger.

fuck, fuck, fuck. he is doomed.

a pin drops and he is doomed.

his ringtone rattles the silence and slices through the tension between you. disappointment flashes across your face, and you visibly flinch at its loudness. you’ve grown to despise the incessant noise of telephone calls since moving to your apartment, one of your pet peeves jungkook is yet to hear about. panicked and irritated, he scrambles to dish out the vibrating device from the depth of his pocket.

“it’s… it’s my manager. but it’s fine, i’ll handle it.” he informs you quietly as he rejects the call, opting to send a text explaining his whereabouts.

a pang of guilt shoots through your heart.

“you can go home, it’s okay… i can take care of myself.”

“mhm-hm.” he shakes his head, still busy typing away. then, out of nowhere, he looks at you to properly plead. “don’t send me home yet.”

your eyes flicker to watch a piece of ice fall on his shoulder, white contrasting the black fabric of his jacket. another one lands on your hand, and then your collarbone. the stinging coldness, another thing that makes you flinch tonight. you look up to face the snowfall fiercely coming down, and it seems that the heaven opened up the sky to scold two lovesick teenagers tangled in a modern-day dalliance.

goddamn it, you curse.

“are you kidding me?” you grunt in frustration, eyebrows sharpening your previously dazed eyes.

jungkook barely manages to tap the deliver button before you begin dragging him to the roofed entrance of your apartment building.

“stay here. i’ll just grab an umbrella real quick.”

“okay.”

once he confirms that you’re out of sight, he releases a loud sigh, exasperatedly kicking a non-existent ball on the cemented floor.

“fuck! fuck! why? why do i move so slow? ah- they can’t just kill the mood like that. why-” he squeezes his eyes shut, pinching his nose bridge and putting a hand over his hip, so upset he can’t even speak straight. “we almost… shit, this is driving me insane… she hates me. she must hate me right now. i’m done for.”

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the aggressive slam of the front door rings throughout your apartment, and you’re about ninety-nine percent certain you disturbed the sleep of a neighbor or two.

“then what?” you grumble to yourself, followed by a desperate cry. “then kiss me! do i really have to do everything myself?”

after grabbing the biggest umbrella you own from the basket you have beside your coat rack, you head to the kitchen where you leave behind what jungkook bought you.

eventually, your overthinking leads you to a bitter conclusion.

“does he not want something more? is he playing with me?!”

and if it was any other person, you’d be fine with that but… your gaze lands on the bottles of vitamins and cough medicine, and you sigh to regulate the accelerated beating of your heart.

“but i think i can finally do this right.”

your voice comes out above a whisper, and the verbal declaration alone fuels the hope in you.

you’re confused whether it’s a sign of luck or childishness. maybe the compensation for being well-acquainted with loss, or good karma if you decide to push it some more… but you always get what you want. despite the blood, sweat, and tears; even during the instances that you do give up, the universe somehow finds a way to arrange matters in your favor.

except you don’t want to give up on this just yet, and you don’t intend to just stand around waiting for the universe work its slow burn magic.

because you look out your bedroom window, and jungkook is squatting on the floor with his head in his hands, looking distraught as if he just lost the lottery and he was only a digit off.

you might be unsure about your label, but he sure wanted to kiss you pinned up against that wall.

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jungkook casually steals glances from you every now and then. you’ve been softly humming to christmas songs as the ice underneath your feet crunches with every step you take, influenced by the heavy snowfall despite the holidays being long gone.

when you came back, he thought you’d be giving him the cold shoulder, reminiscent of when you got pissed off at a hair stylist not even a week ago (that day, he learned that you’re grumpy when sick, grumpier when jealous). but instead, you lent him a white fuzzy scarf to keep him warm.

“where are we going?” he asks, unaware of your destination.

he’s just been following your lead for the past five minutes or so. he only knows that you’re going someplace that will satisfy your midnight cravings, as you mentioned over the phone earlier.

“i haven’t told you?” you wince. “just mcdonald’s. i’m craving their fries… hmmm, and chocolate sundae.”

“sundae? but you have a cough.”

“i’m all better now! that’s why i’m getting it!” you keen with excitement.

except jungkook is worried. at home and at work, he has many people fussing over him when he’s not feeling well. most of the time, you only have yourself to rely on. he doesn’t like thinking about your past boyfriends, but he hopes that they took care of you when you would get sick. as for the future, he hopes that he’s there.

he perks up when he sees the pharmacy store he’s been thoughtfully scanning both sides of the streets for, recognizing the lightbox signage. “let’s stop here. i’ll buy you your adult syrup.”

“jungkook,” you giggle airily, pulling at his jacket to motion him not to go near it. “i just told you that i’m not sick anymore.”

“it’s better to be prepared.” he reasons.

the snowfall has ceased. he transfers the umbrella to his other side, freeing his hand to hold yours and tug you along with him. he childishly pretends to not hear your protests.

he’s not showing it, but he must be embarrassed about earlier. you can’t help but to smile from ear to ear, watching his back as you’re left a few steps behind, the two of you tied together by his warm and protective grip of your hand.

“jungkook,”

your voice is calmer and quieter. he whips his head back, concerned eyes twinkling from the blaring headlights on the road.

“i’m thirsty.”

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you’re blissfully unaware of jungkook falling in love with you from the opposite side of the table.

thoroughly engrossed with the movie-like scene outside the glass wall, you’re clutching an apple juice box in both hands, plastic straw stuck between your lips as you take baby sips. he probably sounds like a broken record, but there’s something different in the air tonight, and you’re twice as pretty in his eyes.

“i can sue you for that, you know?”

he drops his phone in shock. he chases it in pure panic as it clashes with the table before tumbling down to his lap. when he puts it down, the screen is already black, a desperate attempt of hiding the raw evidence of his offense. he smiles back at you sheepishly, cheeks and ears flushed after being caught red-handed.

“aren’t i cute? you already made it your lockscreen, haven’t you?” you tease, eyes flickering up to him as you begin stabbing at the chocolate sundae with the little plastic spoon to mix it.

“made what my lockscreen? no, i didn’t!” he strongly denies, holding up his phone to show it to you.

“plain black, really? what happened to gureumie?”

you send him a look of distaste.

“just makes me believe i’m really your lockscreen and you change it to something random before you come see me.” you say in a sing-song voice, shivering with delight after you lick your spoon clean of the sugary treat.

“don’t start. yours is your class schedule!” he retorts with a laugh, which goes up in volume when you slap his hand away for attempting to steal from your fries.

you scowl at him with a displeased pout, dipping a fry into the sundae before popping it in your mouth. “get away. i’m hungrier because you took so long.”

the effect of having your cravings satisfied is instantaneous. it was absolute hell, being sick, albeit it was only a cough accompanied by fatigue. it’s simply no fun being an adult and having no one enter your room every two hours to check up on you. for the first time in the past week, your brain is completely flooded with happy chemicals, and you feel like a little kid kicking their feet with glee.

“it’s not my fault! they had to do something to the ice cream machine… i-i think it stopped working.” jungkook stutters, stuffing his mouth full with a spoonful of his strawberry sundae.

of course, it’s the ice cream machine. it’s always the ice cream machine.

with a gasp, you weakly slam the empty juice box on the table. “wow, i almost didn’t get what i came here for.”

“but you did. ‘cause you’re with your lucky charm.” jungkook cheekily winks at you, and you long to kiss that stupid grin off his face.

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“holy shit, he’s kneeling down now. kook, he’s begging- look-”

jungkook is convinced he has never seen your eyes this big. he looks at you dumbfoundedly, cheeks full as he chews a huge bite of his burger. you release a sigh, reaching over to turn his face to the side.

outside, just a few feet away at the opposite direction his body is facing, he discovers an angry tear-stained woman sitting on a bench and a man crying on his knees infront of her.

he swallows, tilting his head. huh, so this is what you were watching earlier when you didn’t notice him arrive with the food. funnily enough, this isn’t considered an unusual occurence in such a populated city.

“i knew it. he’s cheating, he’s definitely cheating.” you squint at the scene, shooting daggers in your mind. you rely on muscle memory as you continue to munch and dip your fries in the sundae without bothering to look anymore.

they were still arguing when you gave jungkook your undivided attention, but the shift in the atmosphere captured your interest again when your peripheral vision caught him on the ground.

“how do you know?”

“he panicked and snatched his phone away when she touched it. that’s why they started fighting.”

a sick feeling in your gut deflects your eyes away from the forlorn couple, the salt and the sugar in your food starting to taste bland on your tongue. on the other hand, it seems that it’s jungkook’s turn to be absorbed in them.

“oh, that makes sense.” he mutters under his breath, eyebrows furrowing as he frowns. “seriously, i’ll never understand cheaters. why… would you go out of your way to hurt a person who’s special to you?”

and because of that, his food are left to be unsupervised. with the hopes of resparking your appetite by stealing a taste of something you haven’t had in over a year, you scoop up a small bite of his strawberry sundae.

“that person isn’t special anymore, or maybe they never were in the first place.”

“but if you’re loved by that person, even if you don’t feel the same way anymore, shouldn’t they still be special to you in some ways?”

he returns to his previous position, and the passion written in his eyes like constellations makes you want to believe that maybe the world isn’t a lost cause. it’s a breath of fresh air — the new point of view clear as day infront of you. jungkook is your best friend, it dawns on you then and there.

a best friend who sends you pictures of the sky. a best friend who won’t let you roam the midnight streets with melancholy. a best friend you want to kiss and hold hands with.

“they should, but they’re horny assholes who don’t think about stuff like that.”

“ah, then what a shame.” he chuckles with a scornful shake of his head, finally going back to devouring his burger.

it’s silent for a few beats.

right now, you like the strawberry flavor more than the chocolate. it tastes better than you remember. it’s rekindling an old flame.

“are you that type of boyfriend? who gives out their password?” your voice is rife with interest as you casually steal another spoonful of jungkook’s dessert.

“of course, i don’t mind. i have nothing to hide. i just have the most random photos, and like a thousand voice memos… but… how do i say it?” he pauses to organize his thoughts, eyes pointing towards ceiling. “uhm, it can get uncomfortable, and hurtful… if they always thoroughly check everything. i don’t know…”

“no, i get that. my ex was doubtful of me all the time and it was tiring. giving reassurance is important, but so is having boundaries… never forget that, understand?”

you radiate with so much tenderness, he finds it so easy to listen to every word that you say. but since you already understand the importance of balancing those two things, can he just forget about it and admire your face?

“is that why you broke up with him?”

you pucker your lips in thought, playfully twirling the plastic spoon between your fingers.

“i guess so? he… he just sees me as a bad person. and i was starting to believe that i am.” you decide to put it lightly, scoffing when the mortifying memories of him floods your mind. “when i had that epiphany, i broke up with him right away. we just weren’t good for each other.”

jungkook utters your name, mellow and sweet, like a serenade.

you’re reminded that he sings for a living.

“hmm?”

“i don’t know what happened between you but… when i say you’re a good person, i’m really being sincere.”

during the fall, talking about your past relationship made your heart feel unbearably heavy.

but tonight, it’s winter. jungkook holds out his little spoon to feed you a bite of his strawberry sundae, and you accept it without thinking.

uh-oh.

you peer up to him shyly.

“and because you were so kind to me the first time we met, i don’t mind you being a thief.” he fondly strokes your hair, and you squeeze your eyes shut as your body vibrates with giggles. “aigoo, you eat so well. good job, ____.”

—

“where you are taking me? this isn’t the way home!”

jungkook has an arm around swung over your shoulder, gluing you to his side as you walk together. the last time you checked the time, it was 1:27am. the stores you brush past are already lights off, locked up, and the sidewalk is mostly dead and quiet.

“i really like taking photos, you know?” he grins, sounding thrilled, and you glance at him with suspicion in your eyes.

“i’m very much aware. and so?”

you yawn not long after, leaning some of your weight on him as tiredness seeps into your overused muscles. you’re awfully sleepy, and cold. you can hear your bed calling out your name from kilometers away.

“so we’ll take some together.”

from a distance, you immediately recognize the famous photobooth only several buildings away from the noisy night life of the long rows of bars and nightclubs.

you feel your knees go weaker.

oh, you’re in very serious trouble.

—

curse jeon jungkook.

curse him and his muscular thighs.

“sit here?” he pats his lap as an invitation, looking up to your motionless figure still standing infront of the closed curtain. “or do you want me to stand behind the chair?”

curse him and his intoxicating perfume and his arm wrapped around your waist.

“four photos and… we’ll print… two copies.” he thinks out loud, face so close to yours as he taps on the screen infront.

curse the stupid person who decided to only put one small stool in this small photobooth.

you won’t dare to make it obvious, but your heart is doing somersaults. you realize how arrogant you were for whining about him not kissing you yet, because here you are trying your hardest not to squirm as you’re sat across his lap.

unconsciously, you embrace the scarf he took off close to your chest.

it’s… been quite a long, torturous while of being deprived of physical touch. and you like jungkook. you like jungkook so much that despite hating cramped spaces, you flash the camera a sweet smile while playfully squishing his pouty face in your hand.

“oh, oh, that’s right!”

a yellow lightbulb appears above his head. he bounces his legs to capture your attention, his arms tightening around your waist to prevent you from falling off.

you cross your thighs to subtly squeeze them together, a poor attempt at putting out the fiery tingles spreading throughout your body. you swallow thickly. he needs to fucking sit still. your self-control is running thin.

“act angry at me and i’ll put it as the first picture, okay?”

“huh? why?”

“so i’ll always remember that you got annoyed at me for dragging you here.”

“and i’m still annoyed!” you slap his chest with a frown, glaring at him exactly as he imagined you would.

his mischievous grin stays when he faces the camera, winking and throwing up a peace sign as the flash goes off.

when the timer starts again, he rushes to reach for the floor, sticking his hand in the paper bag from the pharmacy.

“for the next one- stay still-”

you’re completely clueless. your vision remains fixed on him until he reveals a bunch of pink ribbon hairclips on his big palm.

“where did you get these?” you blink at him.

he only shushes you as he removes the earwarmers from your head, thoughtfully fixing your hair before carefully adorning it with the ribbons as fast as he can.

“the ice cream machine wasn’t broken, was it?”

“shhh, we’re running out of time.” he rebukes you to mask his bashfulness, teeth sinking in his bottom lip as he focuses on arranging the ribbons symetrically.

“are these mine?”

“yours.” he confirms absentmindedly. he backs up to inspect his work, but he only ends up thinking to himself is it right for someone to be this beautiful?

the time runs out before you can deem yourself ready. the camera captures jungkook trying to tame your baby hairs, and you, watching him with a faint smile of affection.

“what do we do now?”

he shrugs. “let’s do whatever we want.”

“wow, i can finally do what i want?” you reply sarcastically. “i thought you were prepared for this.”

“three seconds!”

since you’re already smiling in the other two photos, you figure that it’s your turn to pout in the last.

the number ‘1’ appears on the screen, and you feel him pull you closer than you’ve ever been.

curse jeon jungkook.

curse him and his hand on your neck and his soft lips pressed to your cheek.

—

“you’re sneaky.”

“you’re one to talk.” jungkook replies, and you roll your eyes.

he chuckles to himself as he scans his copy of the photostrip under the street lamp beside the photobooth. on the other hand, your back is resting against it, your arms crossed over your chest. you take a fleeting glance at him, secretly smiling to yourself because he looks so happy.

yours is tucked in between the pages of the book inside your bag.

later. you can look at it later when you’re a little more sane and the ghost of his lips stops lingering on your skin.

“i don’t just let myself get kissed for free. don’t you know that?” you heave a dramatic sigh, feigning annoyance. “but since you bought me new clips,”

you turn your cheek to stare at him, but you instantly break the eye contact when you see how he looks like an excited puppy when he’s amused by you.

“…i’ll let this pass.”

“i think i just found the motivation to make more money today.”

you crack up at his words. “shut up!”

god, you’re getting swayed by his antics. he has too much hidden underneath his sleeve. you need to up your game.

a breeze sweeps across the earth, and you sniffle as you stuff your hands in your pockets. it’s getting colder and your battery is draining rapidly as the clock ticks. you die a little inside when you think about the consequences of your late-night adventure. there has to be time for you to squeeze in a nap between school and work, right? right? unbeknownst to you, jungkook takes notice of your weary state. he crosses the distance between you to wrap the ear warmers around your head.

“tsk, you’re going to catch a cold.” he whispers, loosely tying the straps under your chin. he reaches for a ribbon, but then pauses to ask for permission. “do you want to take off these now, so you won’t fall asleep on them? these are kind of sharp.”

“stop taking such good care of me.” you say half-jokingly, starting to remove them on your own. “i might get used to it.”

this upsets jungkook, it seems.

his lips are in a permanent pout as he answers, eyebrows knitting together. “what’s wrong with that?”

you only shake your head with a vague smile.

—

JK :

4:11am

[sent four photos]

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you’re welcome !!!

4:13am

hehe you must be sleeping now right?

you better be !

4:18am

the truth is i’m a bit shy to tell you this in person but ... thank you for being someone i can spend time with comfortably and for always making me smile. i really like you a lot .. i mean that sincerely too

sweet dreams ____ :)

—

“goodnight, jungkook.”

you stood on your toes to kiss his cheek, painstakingly chaste yet sinfully calculated. he was left all alone in the empty hallway of your apartment floor, too stunned to remember and return your scarf.

it is not the first time you did that, but his mind is reeling like crazy tonight — the corner of his lips is still stained with the graze of your lips.

a rhythmic knock snaps him out of the electrifying memory.

“jungkook-ah,” a freshly-awoken jimin raspily croaks out while he rubs his blurry eyes. “did you bring home anything?”

is this becoming a routine now? him visiting at an ungodly hour in the morning; jungkook sitting up without a word to retrieve the snacks from under his bed.

“thank you.”

he receives an appreciative pat on the back before jimin grabs one of the diamond-shaped biscuits you earnestly made a whole tray of, enough to go around for seven people. he nibbles on it as he flops down on the mattress, planning to sleep here some more until it’s time to prepare for work.

however, his drowsiness gets pushed to the back burner when the photostrip beside the maknae’s pillow attracts his attention.

“yo, jungkook! is this from tonight?”

“hyung! be quiet!” jungkook whisper-shouts.

“the staff didn’t mention a photobooth to me. is this a secret?” the late-night visitor whispers back to humor him.

the bed creaks as he chases the printed memories from jimin’s grasp, who seems to have gained enough energy to tease him, heartily giggling as he rolls away to the edge of the bed.

“yah, you’re so cute together?!”

jungkook’s bunny teeth pop out as he’s unable to resist a satisfied beam at the flattering remark. damn right, they do.

pulling out a pillow from behind him, he playfully hits jimin with the huge bundle of cotton. “hyung, finish eating and go back to sleep. we have that thing later, remember?”

“you’re hurting my feelings. what happened to telling your hyung about your crush?”

—

“wait a second- i’m still confused. you sprinted to the fashion boutique before ordering?” jimin flips over to lie down on his stomach, speech muffled by the biscuit between his lips.

“they close at midnight, so i had to run there first.” jungkook explains as he reseals the tupperware. weirdly, he only feels the ache in his body now that he’s talking about it. “they really like things like that.”

“you’ve told me. so how long do you plan on keeping that in here?”

his gaze lands on the paper bag labelled ‘CHANEL’ on the other side of the room, and he makes a pained expression, still agonizing over whether he should give it to you or not.

“but don’t you think it’s too much? maybe i should save it for their birthday.”

“be honest with me. do they even know you’re courting them?”

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[lostinlovingrevery]

Just a thought and no offense but I think Logan just wants to be in love and feel loved in return.

(This isnt proofread and came out as rambling so have fun trying to read it and decipher it! 😅)

So WE ALL know that Logan can be flirty, and that he may have had a period where he was a bit of a manwhore (*cough* 70s Logan *cough*)

I feel like that period though, and any other flings, one night stands, etc whatever was less out of lust and more of a desperation to feel SOME kind of human connection bc the mans so lonely and has been treated like a soldier, a weapon for so long that hes desperate for human connection, even if it makes him end up feeling depraved afterwards. Post-nut clarity wakes him up next to some girl he met at a bar, and guilt sinks its teeth into him because he doesnt even know her name, much less actually LIKE her. The man was born in the 1800s, he may have grown with time but you cannot tell me theres not some inkling of being a gentleman- and wanting to find someone you truly love, hidden in there somewhere. I think overtime he may fall into this routine, believing he needed to be a walking sex magnet, gruff, cocky, whatever have you because hes convinced its the only way he can have a connection with someone, even if its for a few passionate moments under bedsheets, and an awkward "that was nice. Bye"

It only fuels his self hatred, convincing him that he really his just an animal, looking to get his sick desires out, eat, fuck, sleep, survive.

When we see him in the X movies, as a cage fighter he is brutal and rough and he doesnt seem to have a caring bone in his body yet he still manages to find himself caring about this young girl who stowawayed in his trailer, and does help her, even if he acts like this version of logan he created. Someone who doesnt care. But he cares. A lot.

Its not until he meets YOU, that he starts to wonder if he got it all wrong. Kind, beautiful, smart YOU.

I fully believe that logan just wants a partner. One night stands, flings, what have you, were just him lying to himself, desperate to feel something other than hate. After he lost his memories, and he began just wandering, the concept of love was lost on him. And lust wasnt there anymore either. He was approached by women, perfectly fine, pretty women, all the time during his time cage fighting, bars, etc. He turned them all away- completely opposite of logan 30-40 years ago (my timing probs not right on xmen lol) who was convinced the only way he was living was if he had ass next to him every night he went to sleep because he was lonely. This version of logan, lost, angry, wanted nothing to do with people. Some of it the repressed feelings coming out from his past that he doesnt even remember. He was convinced then that he had to be alone. Becoming a lone wolf that bared his teeth at anyone who tried to pet it. Secretly though, deep down although he wouldnt admit it, there was that deep desire, that he always felt in his 200 years, that he just wanted to find his mate. He'd call soulmates bullshit if you asked him, but the moment he meets you, hed know that it was real, and that maybe god cursed (gifted) him the ability of healing and practical immortality just so he could find you. And hed do it over and over again, the pain and suffering and loneliness, if it meant you would be the endgoal.

Logan is a pack animal. He needed a family, to protect, and cherish. When he meets and ends up at the x-men, his demeanor and attitude changes quickly to something similar to a dog that snaps at you when you pet it only for it to whine and whimper "im sorry, please dont hate me, i just dont know how to accept love.". Hes still wary, because hed never KNOWN a family before. Put aside his memory loss, the closest things he had to a family was a creep of a brother, and a woman who said she loved him under false pretenses (i still dont like you kayla even if you say it was real). He barely knew his parents, and even then that was a lie because his father wasnt even his biological father. Yeah, Logans life was pretty damn lonely, so its no wonder the man is cautious of anybody and anything.

The moment you come into his life though, that bitterness, anger, and meaningless flirting goes right out the window. Hes serious about you. Hes usually cautious, nervous around people but he meets you and its almost like he threw all those imaginary rules he has for himself out of the window.

Look at how he was with Jean in the movies. He barely knew the woman, they barely shared ANY lines in the movie yet he was almost completely devoted (dont get me started on that storyline). Trust didnt come easy to the wolverine. And Kayla- their relationship just shows how much he wants love and to be loved. I never seen origins but a lot of gifsets and read the synopsis of the plot, but i think he had a feeling with Kayla he couldnt trust (remember how he says hell never go against his gut again?) But he so badly just wanted that connection he ignored all the warning signs and did everything to build a life with this woman who not only tricked him, but put him through unimaginable pain both physically and mentally. (Look I REALLY dont like kayla but i do feel bad for her because stryker did have her sister captive). I know stryker is the evil mastermind here, but god imagine trying to find love with someone, only for it all to be a farce, even if they claimed they did love you the entire time- the intentions from the very beginning was far from love.

Oh but when he is in love with you. From the moment he met you, it wasnt love at first sight exactly, more like a feeling that you were it. Hes all about you. He sticks around, under the pretense that he just needed to make some money first, doing some missions for charles, keep an eye on rogue. He cant admit its because he wants to stay close to you. Hes like a feral cat taking shelter in your shed. Stays away at first, cautious of your spspspsp, but curious nonetheless. Completely ignores the first bowl of food you put down for it- or so you thought because when you came back it was completely devoured. It takes weeks of food and spspsps before it finally warms up to you, but after that first contact with your hand and its head- good luck ever getting rid of it. Not that youd want to 😊

Logan becomes a shadow to you, once you become something akin to friends. (Its really more than that but no ones addressed it). He teases you and flirts with you, and its something you think he does with everyone, until Ororo tells you that he only does it to you. Sometimes he just sits in your company, other times hes curious about what youre working on, not wanting to start the convo, but does things like leering over your shoulder (which he may or may not be doing just to he close to you and get a good whiff of the smell of your hair). He stresses when you go on missions without him. He slowly opens up about his past to you when he begins to get his memories back. Trusting only you (and maybe charles) with the truth ablut the man he used to be, and still is.

When your feelings finally do come out in the open though, however it happens, that first kiss, the first time you make love, etc etc. Logans a different man. I mean, hes still that cocky, grumpy person we all know and love. But he carried himself differently. Hes confident and wiser, hes comfortable, and hes happy. He found a home, his pack. And maybe after countless conversations about his past, the things hes done, and the comforting words and understandings you give him, he starts to learn that he isnt so bad, because if you love him, YOU, the most wonderful person hes ever known in 200 years, love him despite all of his violence and hatred and slight whoreish tendecies back in the 70s...then he must be alright.

He doesnt need to worry about his past anymore, when hes got you, right there with him, promising a loving future together.

[vees-scribbles]

When They're Sick

Ever since I did the post about Bo and Vincent with a sick S/O I've wanted to do how the characters act when sick so. Enjoy.

CW: Murder mention, drug mention, very brief sex mention

Characters: Luigi Largo, Amber Sweet, Blind Mag, Nathan Wallace, Otis Driftwood, Baby Firefly, RJ Firefly, Bo Sinclair, Vincent Sinclair

Luigi Largo

Doesn't get sick very often

The Luigi in my brain does not like germs

And was also a sickly ass child

So he's very careful about illness

Insists that when he IS sick, he's very manly about it

I do think he'd push through a headache or some small symptom (though several GENterns do not make it through, such is life)

But when he gets sick sick?

Oh BROTHER

Man baby alert clean up aisle GeneCo

Very grumpy and insisting this is the WORST ailment in the history of ailments

He has the common cold

Demands nursing but is a pain in the ass about it

No he doesn't need you to feed him soup but since you're already here...

I don't think he'd let many people see him like that tbh

Which mostly just means that as his partner you should be prepared to handle the brunt of it

Good luck catching it!

Amber Sweet

Probably doesn't know she's sick tbh

She's lounging about high off her ass

Nothing is different from a normal day

Does need pampering but it's the normal amount

Tbh I think she's toughing it out better than Luigi

I don't think she's often sick either

If you ask she'll tell you she can't remember the last time she was sick

Could have the bubonic plague and be treating it like mere allergies

This one is short uhhhh Amber Sweet is more of a badass than she gets credit for pass it on

Blind Mag

Sick the normal amount for a person

Very graceful about it

Like she feels like shit but she's not really mean

Does take a day or two to recuperate

Bring her soup but she's going to worry about you catching it

Not very chatty, because she doesn't want to risk her vocal chords

Might take some convincing but yes, she would like some cuddles

Reciprocates if/when you catch it

Or if you're sick at all

Remember when ppl really wanted tuberculosis bc they thought it was romantic? Mag embodies that

She has the flu but she still manages to look stunning all pale and sickly

The author's barely disguised love for Mag

Nathan Wallace

I KNOW I DON'T LIKE HIM BUT

In his defense

He's a parent

He is absolutely trucking through it

Unless he is literally unable to stand he's not acknowledging that he's sick

"But Vee, isn't he a doctor?" That doesn't mean he follows his own advice

Gets through cold with a pack of cough drops and a prayer

Any partner of his would have to really wrestle to get him to take a break

I think how often he gets sick directly correlates to Shiloh's age

Little children are illness machines

Toddler Shiloh definitely wreaked havoc on that man's immune system

"She was locked away from the world how would she get sick" Never underestimate a toddler's ability to bring sickness upon a household

Otis Driftwood

Never sick

That guy has an immune system of STEEL

Bacteria tell their children about him to keep them from misbehaving

Otis Driftwood is a germ

BUT IF HE WAS

He's not admitting it

He is acting it

On his death bed talking about 'I'm fine'

Does still get pissy if you don't dote on him

Another guy you have to just accept catching the illness from

Still trying to fuck

Don't get too tender about it or he'll be mean

He'll be mean either way actually

Baby Firefly

I don't think she's sick a lot either

She's subjected to just as many germs as Otis

Fairly normal? For her anyway

She wants your attention about it

But she's not mean like Otis

Will admit that she's sick and just go lay down

But she wants you to come cuddle her

I'm getting very 'sick day when you were a kid' vibes

Watching TV and drinking 7-Up kinda deal

Like she's not exactly stoic but she's not being a giant baby

Naps through it

Still cracking jokes when she is awake

Generally not a bad time

RJ Firefly

See Otis and Baby

Stoic

He's everything Otis thinks he's being

He clears his throat like. Double the amount he usually does

Probably you have no clue he's sick until you get sick

Then he's like "oh my bad"

Doesn't actually say it like that

I don't have much to say here

I want to nurse him back to health

He would never let me

Someone write a fic where he's sick and someone takes care of him

Bo Sinclair

Sick an average amount I imagine

Probably has allergies real bad

Like anyone in the US South I feel

MAN BABY MAN BABY

On his death bed with the common cold poor thing

Very resistant to any kind of help

"I don't need you babyin' me"

Yes he does

Keep at it long enough and he will give in I feel

This guy has mommy issues in his deepest darkest heart of hearts he wants to be taken care of

He just also has daddy issues and will refuse to accept being taken care of

He didn't know you were supposed to dilute those cans of soup with water

You can change his life with a single can of Campbell's chicken noodle prepared correctly

Another guy who tries to get horny with it

Less aggressive about it than Otis

Because he really just wants to take a nap

Lowkey annoyed when you inevitably catch it

Vincent Sinclair

Also sick a normal amount

What can I say the Sinclairs fall pretty close to the 'just a normal ass guy' end of the Guy to Freak spectrum for me

Less of a man baby

Will admit that he's sick, but is also capable of realizing a sniffle won't kill him

Will BECOME a man baby if you're not very, very careful

Open to being taken care of

Probably really sweet if you bring him something, squeezing your hand or kissing your fingers

But if you're too good at it he starts milking it a little

He's like a cat when they learn you give them extra attention when they limp a little and suddenly they have a mysterious injured paw

Let him tbh he deserves it

You down for fever cuddles? Better get down with them

[baby-tini]

I just recently got sick so bad that I begged my bf to not leave me for work. Makes me wonder what would Kanto and Bonten Mikey do in the same scenario. I feel like both of them would either tell their darling to suck it up because he can't be bothered by such trivial things or they'll soften because it's the first time his darling clung to him so hard and he'll just baby and take care of her the whole day (or maybe bring her to work bc he has major meetings stuff)

Everything my bf does makes me think how'd Mikey do in the same situation 😂 Is this even healthy HAHAHAHAHA

Aww, I hope you feel better love~

With Kanto!Mikey, if you were too get extremely sick, he'd have people take care of you until he was done with his meetings, then he'd come back and while he might not be the best emotionally available person too give you support or really take care of you, because he was often being the one who was taken care of, I do think he'd lay with you, it not only gives him time too rest but it also allows him too be with you at the same time. I don't think he'd mind, as long as you're not constantly sneezing or coughing on him, because I don't really feel like Mikey would be one too get sick that often, I picture him too have a pretty strong immune system.

Bonten!Mikey on the other hand, you'd be with him, mostly, 24/7. I say mostly because the only time you can't be with him is when he has too leave the penthouse, it'd be a bad idea too drag you out when you're sick afterall. While he's in his office, he'd have you sit on his lap, occasionally playing with your hair when he needs a break from the extensive paperwork, or he'll let you take a nap on the couch in his office, curled up in a blanket that he has specifically for when you want too nap in his office when he stays late. He wouldn't want too be away from you most of the time, especially if you're really sick, sure he has people that could take care of you, but he'd rather do it himself, even if he's not the best at it.

[faeryarchives]

in sickness and in health

knowing that being the only student aside from grim in such dormitory, it's hard to take care and clean the place while you are sick and grim is panicking in the corner crying and asking them if you were dying or something so it's time for your lover to do something! note: this has been in my drafts since last year so if there is a prompt similar to mine it is pure coincidence + this is pretty long

recent fics: when your hopeless streamer gets a girlfriend (ace x reader) & don't lose me, not yet & its you, it always has been you

-‘๑’- tried to cook and clean for you but ends up in a disaster: everything was going well bc they got a list on what to do because they came prepared and ready to help! but it all became blurry but somehow them getting in the kitchen to cook made you rise from the grave (aka from bed) not risking fire hazard today 👋 picking up a broom? they know how to use one to clean of course but it ends up piling the dust near you causing you to cough some more because they keep colliding with grim who is trying to help 😔 they deserve an award for trying their best 👩🏻‍⚖️ while they weren't allowed in the kitchen, they try telling you of stories that happened while you were absent in attempt to help you get better until you fall asleep listening + leaving a kiss on your forehead before going back to their dorm to ask help or tips on what to cook for you to get better 🤍

— riddle roseheart, deuce spade, KALIM AL ASIM, rook hunt, lilia vanrouge

-‘๑’- scolds you for overworking yourself while taking care of everything: they are going to appear at your doorsteps in complete personal protective equipment with alcohol spray and a basket full of cooked food inside ... well maybe most of them would + expect some nagging from them like you shouldn't neglect yourself just to take care of others because that's not how it works love 🤬 ! even though they appear strict they are still soft when it comes to you asking them for something like giving them a hug (they would probably not do it though) or asking for seconds 🧚‍♀️ + reluctantly sings you a lullabye and after you fall asleep they would finally let down their tough persona + sit next to your bed holding your hand in theirs and caress your head, you are a tough cookie right? so go beat the sickness out of your system because they already miss your company

— jade leech, jamil viper, VIL SCHOENHEIT

-‘๑’- having a crisis: its either they never get sick or doesn't know how to take care of someone who is sick 😷 don't even joke about you dying because of your fever because it will just cause more panic please be easy on them 😭 but they will try to ask their close friends on what to do and they will do it very carefully (bonus if you were the one helping them) and they are actually good at it justtt very confused if they are doing it correctly + type to note down any changes in your fever whether it got better or worse 📝 they will shower you with things that would make you feel better - feeling cold? you can find yourselves being wrapped like a sushi with two thick blankets. feeling lonely? he knows he cannot be that near to you so he will shower you with plushies from who knows where! they won't leave until you are up and healthy again even if it means staying at ramshackle and even tending to grim

— sebek zigvolt, azul ashengrotto, IDIA SHROUD, malleus draconia

-‘๑’- gets sick with you: they know you are sick but they couldn't resist you asking for cuddles 🧍🏻‍♀️at first they would be like "no are you crazy, i don't want to get sick" but after the second one, they find themselves right next to you being the lucky plush toy for the day 🫂 will occasionally try to feed you and make you take your medicine and even alarming every 4 hours to drink but will ultimately result to the two of you falling asleep until grim wakes you up around night time realizing now TWO OF YOU are now sick 🤒 took the couple goals to the next level so expect them to be clingy because nothing is stopping them from cuddling you when he is also sick 🧍🏻‍♀️ it ends up with either trey, ruggie or jade nursing the two of you back to health 😭

— ace trappola, cater diamond, leona kingscholar, floyd leech

-‘๑’- does it perfectly: they had done it before and they will do it again 👯‍♀️ they are pretty used to taking care of someone because sometimes their family members would get sick and they are also the one taking care of them + read parenting 101 atp 🫂 being familiar in the field, they could even task grim in the way he would understand like taking note of your temp and check if it is time for your meds while your lover would go and cook meals suitable for your situation and i think they wouldn't really be so hard on you because being sick is normal and you are just human after all 🤍 instead they would focus on making you feel bettter and believe me you ARE SPOILED ROTTEN 🥺 they would probably tease you with things you can't eat but will give you just a tiny bit and will promise to give you everything when you are feeling better 😍 they are the type that will ask your classmates what they have done during your absence and collect your notes for you so just focus on healing 🫶

— epel felmier, silver, trey clover, ruggie bucchi, jack howl

[pbeltarts]

Witness Protection Oneshot P1

So! I wrote a 3 part oneshot (in my friend's DMs) a while ago and decided to share it. I did threads on bsky and twitter, but realized tumblr i can just post all of p1 in a post. Part 1 below the cut! I'll post the other parts later on. I get nervous sharing my writing like this, but I'm trying to get more confident about it. Feedback appreciated!

BKDK/DKBK, No quirks AU

When Katsuki is 7, he falls into a river. Like a for real river. The current sweeps his feet, being more aggressive than he expects, and takes him underwater unexpectedly

He's unable to get himself righted, inhaling a ton of water as he can't find footing and carried more by the water. The water is cold, despite it being summer.

He was only at the park with his parents bc they dragged him there for some dumb potluck thing their neighbors were hosting.

One of the toddlers from their neighbors dropped a toy in the water so he was just gonna grab it, show off a lil, maybe make fun of the kid for losing it.

But now he's drowning.

Vision blurring, in and out, unable to get a lungful of air before he's in the water again.

And then, all the warbled noise in his ears from the thrashing water quiets down, his vision trying to focus again but now all he sees is green.

And he can kinda breathe, even tho it hurts and its wet and he's coughing nearly as much as he's inhaling, expelling water lodged in his throat.

The green is eyes. And hair. Staring down at him, equally soaking wet and nervously checking him over as Izuku hovers over him.

When he glances around, he realizes they're on the small outpost of land across the river, out of the water.

Izuku is, as stated, soaking wet. Like him. Like he also got in the river

Doesn't take that long to realize his neighbor, this nerdy kid that he didn't mind to hang out around who liked to call himself Katsuki's best friend had saved him.

Then he realizes that from where they came on the other side, their parents were yelling for them, telling them to stay put and that help is coming.

Thats the start of some very conflicting feelings for Katsuki.

Especially when Izuku looks relieved that Katsuki is staring back at him and quieted his coughing, seemingly empty of the water in his lungs finally.

That day, that event, changes a lot of things.

Izuku gets heralded as a hero by the local press, who run a piece about him a few days later talking about his actions. "Hero boy saves friend from drowning" and it pisses Katsuki off to no end.

He doesn't like being a victim or someone to save, he definitely doesn't like that Deku is the one who "saved" him and its jumbling up with another weird feeling that he gets around the nerd so he simply decides to avoid him completely.

Even though the nerd keeps trying to talk to him, reach out.

A week passes since, and while still conflicted, he's starting to feel more annoyed that the nerd isn't around. Definitely doesn't miss him. Just annoyed.

So he figures he'll talk to him at school, a neutral zone, since he's still too annoyed to hang out at either of their houses right now.

But Izuku isn't at school the next week. Not Monday, not Tuesday, not at all.

He resorts to staring out his bedroom window looking at the house next door where Izuku is supposed to be to see if the loser is sick or something.

There's not a ton of movement and usually he only sees his mom going in and out of the house and a random guy in a suit.

Katsuki figures something must be going on, and that suspicion is only confirmed when, by the end of the week, a big moving truck is stationed outside next door.

A painfully empty feeling wriggles its way into Katsuki’s gut at the sight of it. A moving truck? The nerd’s moving? Why didn’t he say anything??

Then he remembers he’s not really given him a chance to say anything lately.

He wants to know whats up, but there's this thing called pride and he doesn't wanna seem like he cares because he doesn't, he's just curious and hasn't talked to the geek in like 2 weeks and that feels sort of wrong.

But still he just. Watches as movers in jumpsuits start loading the truck. He gets a few glances of inko, directing or helping, and finally, sometimes, he sees Izuku who looks incredibly sad.

Eyes forlorn, downturned, no smile in sight.

It feels weird. Wrong.

At some point, during the moving, Izuku sneaks out his backdoor and leaves through the fence. Katsuki knows where he's going, and he doesn't know why, but he grabs his shoes and tells his parents he's going for a walk.

He of course finds the nerd at the playground that's only a few blocks from their neighborhood, sat in one of the swings but not swinging. Takes a minute for Izuku to notice him, but he startles when he does.

He doesn't say anything, almost seems afraid to talk, like Katsuki will run off like a stray cat the minute he's acknowledged.

And frankly, Katsuki doesn't really know why he's here or what to say. It feels awkward

Finally, Izuku clears his throat, curiously and softly calling "Kacchan?.." and that sort of wakes his brain up.

Only sort of, because his only response is "You're moving."

To which Izuku shrinks away from, as if the words burnt him somehow.

After a beat of silence, Katsuki goes and sits in the other swing, staring down at his feet

Its quiet, until Izuku finally takes a breath and talks softly "..yeah. we... have to leave."

Have to? Why?? Katsuki looks over, tilting his head "What do you mean have to?"

Izuku's grip on the swing tightens, staring at his stupid red sneakers as he bites his lip. "...I messed up. Now we have to leave."

That tells Katsuki basically nothing and still makes him feel a prickling of nerves down his spine.

Katsuki waits for more, but Izuku doesn't say anything else, so he huffs an annoyed breath out. "What did you do?"

More silence stretches out before Izuku talks again. "I.... when you fell in the river.... the news..." he wasn't making sense, but Katsuki could tell he was starting to shake, as if whatever emotion or thought he was trying to get through was too much. It made his skin crawl.

"When you saved me? That's when you messed up??" he hated phrasing it that way. 'Saved' as if he needed saving. That's how everyone else likes to refer to it though.

He realizes now that Izuku never did. Despite how everyone at that potluck and the news goaded him as a hero and saying he ‘saved’ Katsuki, Izuku never agreed or said the same. Never really mentioned it, not to Katsuki and not to others at school.

Izuku sniffles, finally he looks over at him and his eyes are watery, threatening to spill tears. He tries to smile but its barely a quirk of his lips. "....If I tell you, you can't tell anybody, Kacchan."

That was enough to make the prickling grow into static nerves that sprung up and around his arms. Secrets were normally fun, a thing they could laugh about or privately hold over others without them knowing. However, whatever secrets they had prior to this moment, were usually resulting from Katsuki’s ideas or actions. A stolen container of Inko’s cookies, passing a note during class, the All Might scarf that’s been indefinitely stuck to a pole near school for the past 3 months. All of it initiated by Katsuki and indulged in or kept by Izuku.

Izuku wasn’t supposed to have his own secrets.

So he sits up straighter, giving his attention to Izuku, staring and waiting. Izuku sighs, looks back down to his feet, hands trembling enough to rattle the chains of the swing. "....Me and mama... We're supposed to be hiding... f-from my dad." he sniffles, his voice wobbly. "Mr. Toshi watches over us but..." he sighs wetly. "B-but I messed up by b-being in the news and now we have to leave or m-my dad might find us."

Katsuki barely understands this. His dad? He didn't even know Izuku had a dad. He'd never seen him. Though, if he was hiding from him, that's probably why. But why hiding? What did he do?

He may be 7, but he's old enough to understand some of what all this could imply. It makes that pain in his chest get worse. Even more so now that Izuku is crying, pulling into himself, trying not to sob outwardly or make a ton of noise as his big stupid tears fall down his face. It wasn't the first time he'd seen him cry, but it felt like crap every time and now even more so. Because he was leaving. And he was leaving because he had saved Katsuki.

Katsuki doesn't know what to say, its not like he's good at comforting people. Izuku never needed that from him when he cried before. He just got over it if Katsuki was around him.

Surprisingly, the nerd spoke again in response to Katsuki's ever-growing silence. "I-I know it will be safer.... but I don't wanna move.... I don't......" he sniffles, wipes at his eyes, and says more quietly, barely enough for Katsuki to hear him "...I don't wanna stop being your friend..."

Hearing that makes the pain in his chest get tighter until it snaps. He swallows around a knot in his throat and stands up, moving to stand in front of Izuku, who finally looks up at him again with his green eyes swimming.

"Who said we stop being friends?" Katsuki tightens his hands into fists at his sides, so the tremble he can feel in them isn’t noticeable.

Izuku frowns "I won’t b-be around anymore... And I’m not supposed to talk t-to you anymore... S-Since its not safe...”

Katsuki scoffs, ignoring the stabbing pain, keeping his head high. "So? We didn't talk for two weeks. We're still friends right now, yeah?"

Izuku stares, sniffles, then nods.

"So we'll still be friends." he nods "until we can talk again."

Izuku is surprised, staring at Katsuki with wide eyes, but the tears are finally calming down. "But.... we'll never see each other again.... probably..." his lip wobbles, like he's gonna start up again, and it makes Katsuki's eye twitch.

He steps closer, getting in Izuku's space enough to make him lean back in surprise.

"Hah? Who says we won’t?! I said we would be, so we will! Are you doubting me?!”

Izuku stares, but the wobble leaves and is replaced by a twitch, a very small smile starting to show. "N-No, Kacchan. Sorry."

Katsuki huffs but grins in response, crossing his arms. "You should be." he backs off, Izuku sitting forward again, the smile growing a little. "Because we will see each other again, because we both know you're useless without me! If I'm not around, what will you do huh? Probably cry all the time, like a dork."

Izuku's smile finally has teeth, as he rubs the remainder of tears from his eyes. "Y-You're right. Kacchan's amazing-" he sniffles and smiles up at him. "So I h-have to see him again..."

Katsuki is pointedly ignoring the new fuzzy feeling that is settling right next to that dulling pain in his chest.

He holds out his hand, his face only warm because the setting sun is hitting him directly on his cheeks, and the nerd stares a moment before reaching out to take it and be pulled to his feet. Its gotten late and their parents will want them home. So he pulls on his hand and starts walking, Izuku trailing to his side but a lil ways back, clutching his hand like a lifeline. It feels slightly cold, and still shakes gently.

When he catches up to Katsuki's gait, Katsuki keeps his eyes forward as they walk as he speaks. "You have to promise okay?"

Izuku blinks and looks over at him. "Promise what?"

"That we'll see each other again."

Izuku stiffens a little, so Katsuki's grips his hand tighter. "But I don't know if-"

"Because then I'll promise that I'll find you, okay? Doesn't matter where you go, nerd, because you won't beat me. I'll find you." he looks over at Izuku who stares back. "So you have to promise too."

Izuku takes a moment, his eyes threatening to downpour again, but then he nods, sucking in his lips to keep the waterworks at bay. "I promise, Kaachan."

Katsuki nods and they go back home. They part at their backyard gates, Katsuki watching him go back to his house. A few hours later, both the moving truck and Izuku's mom's car are gone. His hand feels cold.

But he'll keep his promise.

[runningfrom2am]

cold nights // part nineteen

summary: you showed him colours he knows he can't see with anyone else.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.3k

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tags/warnings: tribute!reader and mentor!coriolanus, r is very sweet (too kind for this world. literally.), sunshine x grumpy trope kinda, he falls first, violence typical for the source material, depictions of mental illness, also she's is very smart (as she should), district twelve!reader.

a/n: i'm sorry it took me so long to post this omg i am behind on writing bc i'm so sick but i'm also trying to get ahead on requiem BUT-

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cold nights will officially have a season 3! i wasn't sure but i had a good idea for what the epilogue would be and then i realized it would be so much better as another fully developed idea. so, that will be coming soon!!

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Coryo smiles as you run up ahead of him, picking up his pace slightly and dropping his bag next to yours.

Some of the others are already stripped down to their bathing suits and running down the dock. It is beautiful here, not that he ever doubted you.

He watches as you peel off your dress, another short one similar to the one you had worn for most of the time he'd known you. This one wasn't sewn in at the middle, so you can slip it quickly over your head. Your bathing suit must have been homemade, too, and it allowed him to see how the bruises and scratches on your back were all but healed while you toss your dress to the ground. He notices quickly that it was exactly the same as Lucy Gray's, maybe your mother had made you matching ones. That's so sweet.

Your skin looked so beautifully soft- just like it should have the first time he saw it, spare for the scars on your calf and your arm, it was just what he imagined.

You kick your shoes off, and the wood of the dock is hot against your bare feet as you run down to the end, diving head-first off to the side to avoid jumping right onto any of your friends.

It seemed to Coryo that you weren't afraid anymore as you briefly looked back at him while you were running. The excited scream you let out when you lept from the dock made his heart flutter. This is exactly what he had wanted, from the very beginning.

When Coryo jumps in behind you, you can hear his shout and feel the water shift around you as his body breaks the surface. You turn under the water, its clarity allowing you to see where everyone is. You loved this. The memories of this lake kept you safe, almost. You can hear muffled laughter above the water, deciding to take your time before coming up for air. You didn't need it just yet.

You swim away from everyone deep under the surface, scanning the lake floor for anything interesting. Really, it was just sticks and rocks and mud, but one day you may find something else exciting, but not today.

"Where is she going?" Coryo comments, watching your body as you kick away deeper under the water.

"Wherever she wants." Lennox answers plainly, treading water as he stares at him.

"She's looking for secrets." Maude Ivory giggles, splashing him in the face. At least she gave him somewhat of an answer.

He quickly lifts an arm to block the wave, but it fails miserably. "What kind of secrets will she find at the bottom of the lake?" He coughs out, wiping the water from his eyes.

"Once we found a watch." Lucy Gray shrugs, looking from him to you. "Which is odd because we didn't know anyone else knew about this place. The secrets are what happens when we aren't here."

You hardly noticed the lack of oxygen until it almost felt too late, quickly swimming up and pushing your hair out of your face so you don't inhale it by mistake.

"Anything good today?" Lucy Gray shouts over to you as soon as she's noticed you've come up.

"There is nothing either good or bad, but thinking makes it so!" You pant, pushing yourself through the water back toward her.

"So, that's a no?" Sejanus asks and you laugh, shaking your head.

"Just rocks and sticks." You explain, joining them again and bumping shoulders with Lucy Gray. "Some weeds, if that's your fancy."

"Oh, yes, that's right up my alley." Sejanus chuckles, cupping his hands to block out the glare of the sun as he looks down into the water anyway.

"I've never been to a lake before," Coryo says, breathing heavily as the waves from the kids splashing keep coming up too close to his face.

"What? Really?" Lucy Gray and Sejanus ask in unison, and you smile at him.

He nods, eyes locking with yours. You feel the need to say something. "Is it everything you dreamt of?" You ask.

"Just about." He grins.

"Oh? What's missing?" You giggle.

Oh, only being able to hold you without retraumatizing you.

"It's not that anything is missing," He comes up with as an excuse. "There's just more birds than I expected."

"Oh, yeah. They like it out here." You hum, looking up at the trees while Lucy Gray whistles out a tune for them to mimic. You smile. "Why, you don't like birds either?"

"Never been the biggest fan, no." He chuckles.

The birds echo her song back to you repeatedly. Coryo turns around to watch as if there was anything to see besides these black birds flitting around the trees and above the cabin. "What kind of birds are they?" He asks. "I've never seen that before."

"We call 'em Mockingjays." Lucy Gray tells him.

"'Cause they'll mock ya if you mess up the song!" Clerk Carmine jumps in, climbing onto Lucy Gray's back under the water.

"Oh, I wouldn't know." Your friend teases him, gripping tight onto the boy's legs as he starts to shout. He knows what's about to happen, and clearly you do too as Coryo watches you and your brother quickly swim out of their reach and closer to him.

You laugh, watching as Lucy Gray takes a big dramatic breath in and sinks under the surface of the water, pulling CC down with her as he screams and splashes.

The sun dried you quickly after you decided you had had enough of the water, climbing back out onto the dock and deciding to just lay your blanket there to dry off on while you took the book and snacks from your bag.

Coryo had been sitting with Lucy Gray and Sejanus, but they were just talking to each other more than him. Not that he could have paid much attention. He was just watching you.

"Can I go talk to her?" He asks with little regard for the conversation that he was interrupting.

They both look over at him. "I mean, you could try. Would that be okay?" Sejanus answers, looking to Lucy Gray for confirmation.

"No. Let her have her peace and quiet." Lennox interrupts as he walks back up in front of them, pulling his shirt back onto his now fully dried skin.

Lucy Gray sighs."Just... Don't be stupid." She advises Coryo, nodding him on. "Len, we'll be right here."

Your brother shakes his head slightly, glaring between the three of them with nothing short of adamant disapproval.

Coryo nods slightly, taking the preferable answer by getting up and heading back down onto the dock.

Lennox looks back over his shoulder to where he just was with Maude Ivory looking for katniss, before taking Coryo's spot on the deck.

"Did she not tell you anything about him?" Lennox mumbles to Lucy Gray, eyes locked on his sister and her 'friend' as he stands over her. "No, she must have- because you were at The Hob last week. You saw it."

"I saw a girl with a lot of unresolved trauma have an episode." Lucy Gray explains, watching Lennox take Coryo's spot next to her. "He made a mistake, but he wouldn't ever hurt her."

Your brother opens his mouth to argue, but Sejanus interrupts. "I know it isn't my place, but Lucy Gray is right. He would sooner die than hurt her."

"Okay, well, explain how he's sitting right next to her when he's already hurt her so bad she may never recover!" Lennox whispers, gesturing to the dock as if they couldn't already see you there.

"I'm not defending anything he's done. That's not what I meant." Sejanus explains. "I just mean he would never do it on purpose."

"Accidents are clearly bad enough."

"Len, he just wants to make amends now." Lucy Gray insists. "And she wants that. I know she does, she's really trying."

"Listen, if it helps..." Sejanus starts, looking back out at you and Coryo on the dock. He can tell how nervous his friend is, watching you intently as he picks at the wood finish beneath him and listening to you talk. "He really loves her. I know it's not my place to tell you that, but it was bad when she was gone. He hardly spoke a word to anyone, he wouldn't put her book down- it was really hard on him. We weren't sure if she had been executed for cheating, and it was killing him to be left in the dark."

"That's not love, that's guilt." Lennox mutters, watching you closely.

"What's the difference between love and guilt?" Lucy Gray asks him rhetorically. "He wouldn't feel guilty if he didn't care."

"The difference is he wouldn't have come here and made the same mistake again."

Lucy Gray bites into her lip, slightly shaking her head. That was an honestly good point.

"I was in the arena, too. I saw what he did." Sejanus says after a moment. "He saved my life, it was my fault. It was shocking... you know, the overkill, but I can't say for certain I wouldn't have done the same thing. We were both pumped so full of adrenaline that I truly believe that's what it was." He explains. "I mean, I was behind him, so I don't know what she saw- but it looked like adrenaline to me."

"How do you think she felt?" Lennox asks, eyes wide. "She was in there for three days! You and him were there for what, ten minutes?"

"Wait..." Lucy Gray backpedals, looking at Sejanus. "Sejanus, what do you mean you thought he was executed for cheating? Like, in the games?"

Sejanus swallows, nodding. He looks over at you but quickly looks away. "Yeah, uh... Coryo told me that she used rat poison to kill two of the others. And he did something to keep the snakes from biting her, but I don't think he was caught for that."

Your brother and best friend look at each other like they'd just seen a ghost before their eyes simultaneously track to you. You were laughing.

"She didn't... She didn't tell me that." Lucy Gray says quietly. "Did you know, Len?"

"No."

"That doesn't surprise me." Sejanus shrugs and they both look at him, shocked and confused. "Well, she doesn't know either. I don't think, definitely not about the snakes, but she told the Dean it was salt. That I gave her." He laughs slightly at the end, but they don't find it funny. "By the time she left, she was fully delusional about it. She knew what it was, Coryo gave it to her to protect herself because he needed her to win. She was really upset by the insinuation that it, in fact, was not salt."

Lucy Gray and Lennox look at each other again, unsure what to say. It must have been worse than they thought. Regardless, they knew it must be eating you alive.

"Can I join you?" You hear Coryo's voice above you after about ten minutes of listening to the mockingjays sing Lucy Gray's song back to her as she sat on the porch of the cabin. The sun was so warm on your skin that you could have fallen asleep here if you weren't reading your book.

You squint against the sun as you look up at him. "Yes, you may." You agree, and you feel him sitting down next to you as the wood creaks below him.

You find yourself holding your breath, even as you return to your book to try and remain relaxed.

He's not going to hurt you.

"What are you reading?" He asks after a moment, thinking your arms must be asleep for using them to hold the book and support your weight for so long.

"It's called 'Much Ado About Nothing'." You answer. "Another Shakespeare piece."

"Do you like it?" He asks, lifting his leg to rest his elbow on his knee while you sit up, crossing your legs and letting the book fall into your lap.

"I do." You smile down at the page. It is much more lighthearted than Romeo and Juliet, as much as you would have loved to come home and drown yourself in your favourite book- the boy next to you unintentionally made it impossible. God, you were so embarrassed by the letter you wrote to him. Your cheeks flush just think about it. All you did by surviving was make everything weird.

"Another tragedy?" He inquires, attempting to read some of the words on the page as it's opened on your lap.

"No." You chuckle, shaking your head. "It's a romantic comedy, actually."

"Oh, wow. You changed it up?" He asks, only somewhat shocked. It would only make sense that you couldn't handle much more tragedy since you've been home.

"I did." You smile. "It's quite funny."

"Will you read me your favourite part?" He suggests, watching your eyes as they light up with excitement from the request.

"Okay, so..." You quickly flip back through the pages and into the first act, scanning for the lines you're looking for. "Okay. Here." You pretend to clear your throat.

"In our last conflict four of his five wits went halting off, and now is the whole man governed with one: so that if he have wit enough to keep himself warm, let him bear it for a difference between himself and his horse; for it is all the wealth that he hath left, to be known a reasonable creature." You recite, dragging your finger along the page so he can track what you are reading. You remembered it, but it might have been easier for him to follow that way.

Coryo watched you the whole time, and by the end, you were a giggling mess. You thought it was absolutely hilarious, and he smiles at that.

"What does that mean?" He chuckles.

"So," You laugh, a hand pressed to your chest. "Basically, she's talking about how she was arguing with Benedick and won. The punchline is that she let him keep one of his wits, because if she didn't no one would be able to tell him from his horse."

Coryo laughs at that, shaking his head. "That is good." He agrees.

"Isn't it?" You smile. "It's a welcome change of pace."

"Yeah, Romeo and Juliet was... yikes." He says, ticking his jaw and peeling up some of the wood from the dock between you.

"You read it?" You ask quietly, eyes widening as you look over at him. It shouldn't shock you, he told you he would, and that he even looked forward to it. "What did you think?"

"Of course I did," Coryo nods. "I really enjoyed it."

"It doesn't seem like it..." You laugh nervously, looking down as you flip back to the page you were on before closing the book.

"No, truly. I did." He insists. "Just... for lack of a better term, it was tragic."

"Yes, well..." You chuckle, shrugging slightly and tucking your book back into the bag next to you.

"It was heartbreaking!" He laughs suddenly. "And that's your favourite?" He looks at you then, head tilted as he slightly shakes his head.

"Okay, so," You laugh, rolling your eyes. You were used to defending this to others who have tried reading it. "That's what makes it so beautiful. It's so touching, they died for each other thinking they were in love, but they also hardly knew each other. It forces you to wonder what could have been, and I like that."

"Okay, well, you're right." Coryo agrees. "I didn't like the ending, but that's the point, I suppose. The rest was good, it reminded me a lot of you."

"I think I forced a bias onto you. My apologies."

"You didn't force anything on me." He smiles, shaking his head. "All I knew is that you loved it, and that made it so much better."

Your cheeks flush as you busy yourself by pulling out the bag of cherries. "Would you like some?" You offer the bag to him and he reaches in, taking just a couple out and popping one into his mouth.

"I finished it all before you left." Coryo tells you, and you hold him out another empty paper bag to spit the pits into.

"That good?" You smile and he nods.

"Can I..." Coryo starts, and you tilt your head at him. He doesn't want to ruin your day by bringing this up. Everything on your face shows hope, even excitement for what he is going to say. "If you can't hear this stop me, but the book made great company in the mentor hall."

For a moment, he saw nervousness flicker behind your eyes, but still, you nodded. You wanted to hear anything he had to say- you just hoped you could stomach it.

"Oh, that's fine. I'm... I'm glad." You try and smile, distracting yourself by popping a cherry into your mouth.

"I was alone most of the time. I didn't go home." He tells you, trying to say what he wanted but still be as vague as possible.

"It must have been so horribly boring." You laugh nervously, swallowing the cherry pit as you reach for another of the small red fruits, picking the stem from it and flicking it into the lake.

"I wish it was." He replies, watching you closely to see if and when he's crossed a line. You nod in understanding, and he takes a nervous breath in. "I... The alternative was that I got sent home like some of my classmates. I wasn't going to leave until I had to."

'Until I had to.'

So he was forced to go in for Sejanus. Why on earth would they not send peacekeepers? Why another child?

"I... I appreciate that." You stammer out, looking down at your lap, noticing for the first time that your hands were trembling. "That must have been uncomfortable. I apologize."

Coryo furrows his brow at you. "No, I'm sorry. Why would you apologize to me?" He asks. "I'm sorry I couldn't do more for you. That I couldn't get you out."

"You did more than you had to." You say, voice quiet with your honesty.

"No." He shakes his head. "I had to do everything I did. I couldn't let you die."

"You saved my life, and... and-" It happens very suddenly when a tear falls down your cheek; you didn't even notice you were starting to panic.

"No, wait, I'm sorry, hey, don't cry..." Coryo says quickly. He wants to help, to do something, but he feels helpless. Again. He feels sick with the knowledge that he always says the wrong thing.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." You mumble, trying to wipe your eyes but you're finding it hard to speak.

"Don't be, please don't be sorry." He pleads with you, shifting so he's kneeling next to you, placing a hand on your back.

You almost jump away, head flying to look at him. He's just rubbing your back. He's only trying to help.

Instinctively, your eyes search for his. They aren't hard to find, and all you can see as you search them is worry. Nothing malicious. "I... Do you want me to get Lucy Gray? Or your brother?" He offers, grabbing your shaking hands in his free one. "Just take deep breaths."

You nod, scared to look away for even a second. So he has to.

Coryo turns back, swallowing his pride. "Lennox! Lucy Gray!" He shouts, drawing their attention quickly.

He accepted the berating he was about to get from your brother before it even came.

"What did you do?" Lennox asks him, forcing himself between the two of you.

"We were just talking and I think I said something- I don't know, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to..." Coryo answers honestly, standing up and taking a step back.

You're watching him, intently, despite Lucy Gray taking over holding you and talking to you in hushed tones, trying to ease your mind.

"I'm okay." You tell her, nodding. You don't look at her, only watching him. Watching his eyes- but nothing changes. Baby blue. Worry. More worry.

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[danikamariewrites]

First off, I always love reading your work. Makes me smile when I’m going through it 🫶🏻

Could you do rhys x reader or maybe a batboys head canon for how they’d take care of you while life seems to be out to get you? Like every time you think your problems are solved, something blows up in your face? Maybe like something breaks in your flat, and then something crazy happens at work, and then like you get sick or something and reader is just super down and rhys/batboys are trying to bring her back up? Taking care of her and stuff?

Sorry if this is too confusing or similar to anything you’ve had before, my brain is a little short-circuited tonight lol and I’ve been kinda going through it so I can’t think straight

Dry Your Tears

Bat boys x reader

A/n: I dream of the three of them taking care of me. Also I’m sorry babe, I’m also going through it so we’re together on this

Warnings: Tamlin being mean to reader, anxiety, and fluff

Your luck for charming High Lords and their advisors has finally run out

You were on a roll on your little tour of Day, Winter, and Summer

But coming home from other courts empty handed sucked

Especially when it was the spring court

With Tamlin finally back in power with a group of advisors and his court put together he’s been full of himself acting all high and mighty

Yesterday was your first time there since the court was put together

Of course it was all males who didn’t respect you one bit and Tamlin was no help either

The spring high lord was very condescending and it brought out your insecurities about your place in the court

Tamlin also targeted your relationship with the boys, pointing out other flaws there

You slept in your own bed once you arrived at the town house since you left Spring so late

As you fell into a fitful sleep you dreaded the paper work you had to do in the morning

The next morning you found a note on the kitchen table from Rhys that read, Sorry we missed you darling. Emergency in Windhaven. We’ll be back tomorrow morning. We love you very much

You frown at the note but smile at the little heart drawn at the end

After breakfast you set out to do paperwork with infrequent visits from Amren about updates on court matters

Getting to the Spring Court report drained you

Just thinking about it makes your skin itch

You get up deciding to take a walk to clear your head

The walk didn’t help. It simply made things worse

There was too much around the town house that didn’t feel right to you. Like you needed to reorganize

But now you wanted new furniture and things bc the throw pillows didn’t look right and the couch looked too old

To distract from that you went into the kitchen to find a snack only to realize none of the boys went grocery shopping (who are you kidding it’s Nuala and Cerridwen that do it)

You slammed the cabinet shut

With the slam of the cabinet a cough crept up your throat

It was dry and you felt like you couldn’t breathe

You shouldn’t have traveled to Winter then Spring

Ignoring what the cough meant you remembered your report for Rhys and stomped back to your office

The report took way longer than you would’ve liked

Thinking about Tamlin and his comments about your relationship made you blood boil

As your anger washed away it turned into anxiety and sadness and doubt

Are you capable of this job if these males get to you so easily? Is your relationship and mating bond with the boys going to last?

You needed to shake this off. You closed your side of the bond as to not worry your mates. They don’t need to worry about you right now

You kept stewing in your anxiety and anger for the rest of the day

Amren left at 5 so you had dinner alone with what was left in the house. You’d go shopping tomorrow when your head was clear and you weren’t pissed at the fact that the boys forgot

Sleep evaded you that night as you wished your boys were here to hold you and whisper sweet nothings to you

Your cough kept you up all night as well

By the time the sun was up you were curled against against the headboard. Your eyes watering from that dry cough you’ve developed. You didn’t feel like moving, you were too tired. Too tired to even greet your mates at the door

Cassian’s heavy, booted footsteps come up the stairs first

Tears pricked your eyes from exhaustion and anxiety

Azriel silently pushed your bedroom door open, making his way over to your bed. “Hey princess, whats wrong?” You sniffle and start to cry harder into his chest

Without hesitating Az picked you up, rushing you to your shared bedroom. Rhys and Cass stop unpacking and move to comfort you

“My darling, why are you so upset?” You look up at the three of them with the saddest look on your face. Cassian wipes your tears with his thumbs giving you an equally sad look

You look back at Rhys tapping your temple for him to look at your memories. Rhys nods and you close your eyes

He shares your memories of the Spring meeting and your day yesterday. When it was over you opened your eyes to see Az and Cass fuming. Rhys was giving you a sympathetic look. “Darling, no. You do not listen to a word they say. You do not believe them. Everything they said was a lie, alright.” Rhys said firmly, cupping your face in his large hands

“You are our world, sweetheart. Don’t think for a second that you aren’t important.” Cassian stressed, kissing your forehead

The next few days are spent taking care of you and cheering you up

You read together, go out for meals, shopping for clothes books and anything else your heart desired or whatever the boys felt like spoiling you with. The boys even did the grocery shopping

They take turns holding you on their laps, keeping you tucked into their chest as they tell you stories from camp or when they first fell in love with you and other relationship stories

You have to admit, it was hilarious to imagine the people of Velaris staring as their High Lord, the General, and Spymaster food shop

Laughing about it did make you feel better

They spent the next few nights worshiping your body. Paying attention to every part of you that gets a reaction. Working you up to the most earth shattering orgasms you’ve ever had

By the end of the week you had put Tamlin and his court out of your mind, feeling overjoyed at the amount of love your mates show you

[jedi-enthusiast]

One thing I hate the most with anti Jedi people is how they bastardize the clones.

I've seen fics and pieces where the clones straight up despise the Jedi- or see them as bad leaders. Or don't rly care for them bc "they don't care for us either"

Like- there was a reason why Palps needed litteral mind control to get them to hurt the Jedi. If you want the clones to rebel against the Republic and tear into it, by all means do it ! But leave the Jedi out of this.

The Jedi and the Clones were eachother's best friends.

Krell was the expection.

People should start to get some media literacy and understand the damn point.

No literally.

Like, if you want to hate the Jedi---fine! Whatever! It's your choice! But don't go around pretending that characters who are literally shown to love the Jedi hate them too just because you can't deal with the fact that you're objectively wrong about them.

They do the same shit with Luke, pretending that he hated Yoda or Obi-Wan or the Prequels Jedi Order just because they hate them---despite the fact that Luke is shown to care and be fond of both Obi-Wan and Yoda, and the fact that he specifically wants to rebuild the Order.

Is his new Order different than the old one? Yes.

But that's because Palpatine literally destroyed all information about the Jedi and their Order, leaving only his propaganda and what little information people were able to save/salvage, and destroyed/desecrated every Temple he could find.

It wasn't an intentional change, it was the result of a cultural genocide!

Yet so many fics- (and tbh tumblr posts) -about Luke portray him as this "holier than thou" figure saying- "oh the old Jedi were bad, but I'm better than them and so is my order! Also fuck Yoda!" -for no fucking reason except they want to pretend that the main character shares their views so they can then project themselves onto him.

It's the reason why I avoid reading dinluke fics even though I actually really enjoy the idea of the ship, because every fic I've seen has Luke hating being a Jedi and/or "struggling with his feelings because love totally = attachment" even though attachment is literally shown to be obsessive and selfish love, aka putting one person over the rest of the galaxy- (*cough* Anakin *cough*).

Like I'm so sick of it.

The clones loved the Jedi.

Luke loved the Jedi and loves being a Jedi.

Get the fuck over it.

[cxyotl]

real shit my first play through i did not explore colter at all bc i didnt know you Could explore colter. so i had no idea where they kept kieran. but i sat with charles in the stables for a bit this time watching kieran n talkin to charles a bit and now i feel like its made me More obsessed w that skinny little white dude.

he names two o’driscolls in particular who might come back for him. were they just the first names to come to mind or were they his friends? was arthur the one to kill one of em? both of em? dont get me started on how the guy was either getting sick or fully sick after you catch him. that cough he had was so fucking sad. like of course he’d get sick hes tied up in the cold and without food or water. its still upsetting. i know this guy definitely has a kill count and almost definitely did some real fucked up shit as an o’driscoll but like holy hell. holy hell.

[deathdetermineslife]

I'm sick so I'm gonna talk about my husband now Okay

rip bozo. okay anyways

this whole day I've been off and on sleeping bc today and yesterday I felt like Hot Booty Ass and have fallen ill (head cold) and have done nothing about that but sleep and take copious amounts of benadryl, cough syrup, and tylenol arthritis last two days. I'm coping tho. that means I get to snuggle with body pillow all day !!! yay!!!!

ALTHOUGH !!!! bozo 2 keeps taking him. How Kind Of Him. /sarc . it's just me and my kitty cat and my husband against the world !!

anyways I said I was gonna talk husband . uhm. he's been taking care of me !!! cuddles. and . uhm. not much else bc I keep falling asleep wawawawawawaw,,,

I wish I could take baths (we don't have a bathtub in my house) bc I would love for him to like ,,, draw me a bath n take care of me /nsx ... that's always nice when you're sickly and on the brink of death . I feel like a Victorian little boy with tuberculosis. momma ... momma consumption is going to take me !!! maybe later tonight I'll sit outside by the field and get some fresh air. with husband ofc. he comes with me always.

he's so sweet to me when I'm sick ,, he doesn't like it obviously but he likes helping me feel better because I'm a baby when I'm sick .. waaaahhh ,,, I handle being sick really bad blehg

also happy Easter for those who Easter !! or happy 420 for those who 420 . I can't do either because Im sick !!!!! it's for the best though I wanna get better bwaahh ...

oh and good news !! I have more merch of husband coming soon!! yay !!! u see it when it come . Okay ?

also this okay so I was printing out shit to add to the wall the other day and this printed wrong and I won't fix it . giggle let me know if u can find it on the wall.

okay that's all !!! I go ... maybe play supermarket simulator until I fall asleep again ... wawawawawaa I love my husband so much