#and because I'm a little interested in Caleb and Sylus👀

[sarahsartistportfolio]

People who know more about LADS then me. When it comes to jealous/possessive sex who does it better? Like who fucks better when they're a little afraid of losing you?

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[chara-cat5]

lads college au

when he's hurt

this is a college au in a normal modern universe (ours). theres no evols. gender neural mc/reader

before y'all are dating or even really romantically interested. just buds. for now 👀

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caleb-

"i'm fine pipsqueak, really."

you huffed as caleb tried to brush off his injury yet again, eyebrows furrowed as you glared at him.

"caleb, we both know if i had sprained my ankle, you would be hover just as much- if not more! so i'm going to fuss. i'm going to fuss and you're just gonna have to deal with it."

you continued to grumble as you turned your gaze to his foot, making sure it wasn't being held at a weird angle. caleb only sighed, resting his chin on his hand as he watched you.

"it's just a basketball accident. i landed on it funny. it's not broken."

you had been fussing over him all day. carrying his bag, bringing things to him, and the hovering. he did the same thing so it's not like he could complain, but jeez were you worrying over him.

"that doesn't mean you should put stress on it! just- stay here, okay? let me take care of you? please?"

you met his gaze, using those puppy eyes you know he melts for. he was so weak for you. his cheeks blushed as he looked away, huffing softly with a pout.

"fine. but you better hope you don't get hurt soon or i'll be returning the favor five- no ten times."

you smiled, ruffling his hair before standing up, walking off toward the vending machines.

"yeah yeah. coke?"

"yes please."

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zayne-

it had been an accident really. just at the wrong place at the wrong time and now zayne's wrist was unusable. just for a few days but still. he had notes to take, things to do and now he can't because a bunch of rowdy students didn't notice him in time.

"thank you."

you looked over to the table he sat at, his hand unconsciously fidgeting with the brace on his wrist. you were printing out copies of your notes. notes you had spent extra time making clear and neat during class. you insisted he not stress the injury, offering to do his notes for him.

"it's nothing really, zayne. just helping a buddy out, you know?"

his lips twitched at that, a sign he found your words amusing even if he didn't laugh.

"well i appreciate it 'buddy'. a doctor's hands are quite vital to their job. i would hate to potentially cause permeant damage."

you sat down across from zayne, sorting the copied notes into a stack before stapling them.

"exactly. which is why i'll be your personal note taker for the time being."

he looked over the copied notes, his lips twitching again.

"at least it gives you a chance to improve your handwriting."

"hey! whats wrong with my handwriting?!"

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sylus-

"what did you do?"

you had your arms crossed as you met red eyes, bruises and scrapes littering the skin below them. he clicked his tongue as he looked away, rubbing at a bruise on his arm.

"nothing i couldn't handle."

you let out a groan, stepping closer and pushing sylus to sit down on a bench. he watched you pull out a first aid kit, cats covering the bandaids within. you didn't ask again, just tugging his hand into yours and wiping at his bleeding knuckles. your touch was gentle, he notice. it was firm, commanding the way you tugged and turned over his hands, but soft at the same time. it wasn't a mix he was used to.

"... did you keep the twins out of it?"

"i wouldn't bring them into something like this."

his tone was almost defensive, big protective instincts kicking in. you only nodded, not meeting his gaze as it watched you. you moved to his cheek where a scratch sat over a bruise, your nose scrunching with concentration.

"is there a way you could, you know, not get like this?"

sylus let out a deep chuckle, narrowing his eyes.

"there is, but where is the fun in that?"

you narrowed your own eyes, applying a little more pressure then needed when pushing on the cat bandaid. he hissed softly, letting a chuckle follow it.

"i would rather you not, but if you do that again- whatever it may be- come to me. i'll patch you up or whatever."

you turn away, closing the first aid kit with a snap, stuffing it back in your bag. he hummed, brushing his thumb over the cutesy bandaids on his knuckles.

"whatever you say, kitten. wouldn't want you to be the one to scratch me next."

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xaviar-

xavier rested his head over his arms, his eyes fluttering closed yet again.

"nope. up xavier. you're not allowed to sleep yet."

he let out a groan, pouting as he forced himself up rubbing at his eyes.

"are we sure the concussion is even that bad?"

"yes, we're sure. so sure in fact that i'm tempted to go get you a coffee. it's just for a few hours, okay? you'll live."

xavier huffed, looking away with crossed arms. he had hit his head on a door as it opened in front of him, just god awful luck really. after verifying it was a concussion, you made it your duty to keep this already sleepy boy awake. it was proving difficult.

"xavieeeeeeeerrrrr! stay awake."

you shook his shoulder, huffing softly. with a grunt, you tugged him to his feet, dragging him toward the connivence store just down the road.

"come on. we're getting you caffeinated. you need something to help you stay up."

"i don't want coffee. i want sleep."

"and i'd like it if you lived to graduation. so i win."

he pouted but didn't protest again, following behind you lazily.

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rafayel-

"i'm dying."

"you're not dying."

"oh but i am. i am dying and you won't even ask me my final wish."

rafayel was being dramatic. shouldn't surprise you really, like at all (mr. jellyfish are walking-). he had fallen out of tree trying to retrieve some 'vital' leaves for a painting or whatnot. you couldn't be bothered to pay attention to the how when he was being oh so dramatic with the what. he had dislocated his shoulder and already had if fixed but was still acting like this.

"what's your final wish?"

"why did you have to ask that so monotone?! have you no care for your bestest friend?"

"sure i do. i care plenty. but you're not even in pain anymore raf..."

"not in pain? you're words alone cause me pain. oh-"

he turned his face away, closing his eyes.

"my final wish. my final wish is to drink the finest juice. but alas, i am too weak to even walk."

you rolled your eyes, sighing softly as you stood up.

"you're lucky i like you. i'll be back."

you walked away, not noticing the way his cheeks faintly blushed.

"thank you, cutie!"

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