amsterimss - Tumblr blog

amsterimss · 6 days ago

Text

"Did someone got sick?"

Preview: The LnDS boys reacting to you falling ill.

Dividers sourced from @uzmacchiato

RAFAYEL

You are in deep trouble. Falling sick is one of the big trouble, but in your kitchen lies another big trouble. You could smell something light brewing in the air, your sense of smell had slowly regaining its abilities after you had fallen ill for nearly the span of a week. And it is also within the span of the weekend, it earned you the other prized trouble that had stepped himself through the frame of your door, eyes glinted with fire brighter than his evol.

Seeing you being in a weakened state, Rafayel questioned no further; forehead creases ironed out, whines stuck at the back of his throat, frustration dimmed down to understanding and he simply swooped you off of your feet and tucked you safely back into your bed. Not sparing you another glance, the man graciously carried himself out of your bedroom and straight into your kitchen to prepare something for you to replenish your weakened body. Porridge being the first delicacy he could think of.

After 30 minutes, he reappeared by your bedside, with a tray of food and a wet towel draped across his arm. He slowly sat down next to you, by the edge of the bed and spoke, his voice firm but gentle. "How long have you been sick? 2 days?" He assumed from the day you did not reply to his texts, was the day you fell ill. Your nod made him lowered his eyelids, concern overtaking him and he slowly sat you up. "I made you some porridge. Let me feed you."

Rafayel babies you, blowing onto the porridge and muttering how hot it is before he feeds it to you, with a hand under your chin to wipe off any spilled droplets. The wet towel he had prepared now sat on top of your head, cooling your heat down. You did not contact Rafayel when you were sick because you knew that recently he has a painting that is due soon and he was struggling to find inspiration for it. The last thing you wanted was to disturb him. "I'm sorry." Your apology was sincere and it softened the sea god's tide.

He was worried that he was going to lose you again, or maybe you simply do not require him being around you anymore. He had to come over, he had to check for sure that he would not be met with an empty house. And he was glad that he came as seeing you wrapped up in the blanket, with glistening eyes and a lack of your usual volubility, he was only upset that you did not seek for his aid. A small smile found its way onto his thin lips and Rafayel pressed his lip against your heaty cheek, as if he had read through your thoughts. "Don't worry about me. It hurts me when you do not rely on me to be your anchor."

CALEB

"Hey pipsqueak, what's---" Hearing your heavy breathing on the other line, Caleb's brows furrowed, gaze sharpened against the pendulum that sat on his mahogany desk in his office. "Are you okay?" He asked, finger unconsciously tapping against the wooden surface while he waits for your answer. Upon hearing you saying that you had fell ill, the colonel was quick on the discharge from his duties, already applying for leave and off he went in his private ship. From SkyHaven to Linkon.

A one hour trip is only 20 minutes for him as the siren was what helped him to get past traffic with ease. No protocols are bound to him especially when y/n is on the other end waiting for him, not to mention when she is sick and she needs him. Slotting his key into your lock, he walked into your house and headed straight to your bedroom. Seeing you in such a disheveled state, the colonel persona has dissolved. Only Caleb remained.

The man strides over to you in a few steps, taking off his gloves at the meantime and he would touch your forehead, frowning when he realised that your temperature is high. Caleb himself would have insisted on you to go to the hospital to get treatment. He is a colonel and that itself comes with perks, inclusive of VVIP treatment at the best hospitals in SkyHaven and Linkon. But knowing you, you would be too stubborn to leave the comfort of your own home and Caleb respects that. Furthermore, being at home with you allows him to spend some personal time with you. "Hey, come on, let's get you washed up."

He is very gentle with you, like a porcelain in his grip. He would use a warm towel to help you rub your body. Despite being half naked in front of him in your undergarments, he made no attempts to crack any dirty jokes. His focus only on cleaning you up before tucking you back into bed. He takes on the role of a very good caretaker. Fresh bedsheets before you sleep, water and pills constantly on time, and he never disturbs you from your rest. Even when he gets into the bed next to you, he makes sure that the dib in the bed goes unnoticed by you, whom is deep in slumber.

Caleb is the type of man who will take days off just to nurse you back to health. And when you hold onto his hand sometimes while he is either feeding you or checking your temperature, he would catch your gaze and plant a comforting kiss onto your forehead. A smile would be present on his face when he sees you slowly getting better under his nursing. "I'll always be here to take care of you, even if you don't want me to. Remember that." The last words he muttered to you before you drifted back into your sleep after taking your medicine.

SYLUS

Sylus is not the one to loiter around Linkon unless necessary and one of those times would include you being sick. The scary mafia boss of the N109 zone would be stuck in your one bedroom apartment, maneuvering around tight corners of your house just to make sure that you are taken care of. How about his work? He would have everyone gather at your house. Luke, Kieran and of course Mephisto. Having Sylus care for you while you're sick is like having the whole village on his tail. "Can you all be silent for once?" He would hang this sentence by the side of his mouth to warn the rowdy bunch, afraid that they might wake you up from your recuperation.

"Sweetie, you have to eat this." Pills are what you hate and seeing your flagrant expression despite you being half alive in bed makes the Onychinus leader bow to you. "Alright, suit yourself if you do not wish to consume such medication." He would not press you into eating it, but he waits. He knows that until a certain extent, when your fever gets to high and your toes get too chilly, you would have to flush the pills down your throat.

Honestly, having Sylus around when you are trying to rest in your own humble abode is probably the worst idea. Your walls are thin and that explains the subtle ting clink ping noises you may hear throughout the night hailing from your living room. A bathroom trip would be a game of preventing yourself from tripping because he would have his machinery boxes stacked at your already narrow hallway sometimes. He could not leave you alone, all vulnerable and sick so he may as well 'move in' to your place.

"My sweetie is finally ready to stay with me?" His head tilted, amused at the way you stood at the hallway, with frustration brimming at the edge of your tired eyes. The blanket draped over your small body, pairing with your bedraggled hair made you looked like you had a good sleep. Or moreso that is what the Onychinus leader wants to believe. Seeing you yawning and refusing to budge nor to say a word, he would push himself off of your small couch and go over to you, slowly wrapping his arms around you and guiding you back to bed.

Sylus would lull you to sleep in his arms, yet again, not going to force you to move in with him. But this does not mean he would not try to buy you a bigger house next time, favouring the excuse that if you were to fall sick next time he can simply move in and not cause any disturbances to you. To him, it shall be a win-win situation.

XAVIER

Being your neighbour and your colleague, the day you are missing a mission is the day he would already be on his toes asking Captain Jenna regarding your absence. Knowing that you had taken a sick leave, Xavier would be the type to prep himself prior to meeting you. Running errands to pick up food, medications, cooling pads and anything he can possibly think of for a patient. Being your boyfriend, it is only natural for him to have a spare key to your apartment.

Waltzing in just like his own home, he would set everything he had bought onto the table before meeting you in your bed. "Hey, y/n." His smile would be gentle, concerning even as he goes over to you, thermometer in his hand and another bag filled with medications in his other hand. "I'll check onto your temperature alright?" He will put the thermometer under your tongue and analyse the temperature. His phone would also have a checklist opened for each of the symptoms suitable for each of the medicines he has.

"So, you have a runny nose, minor coughs and your throat feels itchy. And your temperature is around 39 degrees." he would check the list accordingly and prepare the medications for you accordingly. Surprisingly, although Xavier is not a doctor, but he takes the pharmacist's words seriously as he would wish for you to get better as soon as possible so you may join him on the field again. "That would indicate that you have a cold. I believe paracetamol would do the trick."

Cooking is not his strongest suit that is for sure, but that does not mean he does not lose out on any other efforts. He does not take offs because most of the cases that he is working on would be related to you and he would not want to miss out on it. But, this would directly make him try harder when he goes for the missions alone and to collect information so he may come back earlier to you and brief you about it in case you are energetic enough to hear about work from him.

He does not particularly enjoy talking about work to you while you were sick but seeing you listening in on the mission details beats you lying in bed whining about not wanting to be sick so he would gladly tell it to you. "Y/n, I think that is enough mission talk for a day. You should rest up so when tomorrow comes, you can feel better and hopefully, you can fight by my side."

ZAYNE

It comes with the territory of being a doctor. Zayne is a natural caregiver and when you did not reach out to him for a couple of days, he had to call in short for his business trip and rush back to Linkon and drive directly to your place. He has a spare key but he does not bother using it. There is always a reason to you not responding to him but this time when you went radio silent on him without a valid reason, he wanted you to give him the verbal comfort. Or more like a visual comfort. You stood at the doorway, with tissues stuck up both of your nostrils and your eyebags heavier than ever. You had fallen ill. "Zayne." You sounded surprised of course, your voice laced with guilt.

"I got worried." He is straightforward but gently turns you around and guides you into the house, sitting you down onto the couch and urging you to lie down. Shedding his coat to hang it by the door and he walks over to you to take your temperature, presence immediately taking place to be your primary caregiver just like in the hospital whenever you visit but now only adorning casual clothes. "You did not ring me up for the past few days. I had to make sure you were alright. Why did you not tell me that you had fallen ill?"

After hearing you stating that it was accidental, where it came in a form of a heatwave at night and you were too weak to grab your phone to charge it and it had died and you were stuck in bed the past few days just trying to heat yourself up to the best of your might. Zayne does not judge, he never does. But he could have wished that he was here sooner. A part of him felt guilty for not being here but seeing you being able to at least crawl out of bed now gives him the solace that the past few days was worse than this moment now. "Wait here."

Of course the doctor has a medical kit in his car. It is equipped with all of the medications he need for a scenario like this. He was somewhat proud of himself for preparing this kit because he finally got to use it today, and what is more special than to being able to use it on his beloved. "Take this medication. It will help in reducing your runny nose and your headache." When it comes to taking medicine, there is no option for you to say no to the doctor in front of you because you know he would find a lot of ways to sneak it into your food or drink. So, to save him the trouble, you might as well just take it in front of him.

"If you are sick again next time," Zayne would lay a comforting hand onto your cheek, lightly cradling your face as you had your head against his shoulder. "Just reach out to me. No matter how hard it is. At least try to get to me." His thumb draws mindless circles against your face, a reminder to you that he is physically there. "No matter how busy I am, I will always make time to be there for you y/n."

594 notes · View notes

amsterimss · 6 days ago

Text

the lads boys as kittens !! 🪼 ‧₊˚ rafayel

summary: You were living in your new apartment now, a free space for yourself, but maybe it was too free. You weren't quite used to the silence and loneliness of it, so you decided to welcome a little one to your home. After considering many options, a cat seemed the most adequate: clean, independent, wouldn't take much of your time as a dog… right?

characters: kitty!rafayel + mc as reader (other characters will be posted separately).

a/n: cat breeds are selected based on the "Yes, Cat Caretaker" event. If there's any change, it'll be based on the appearance of each breed, but not its personality traits strictly. proofread but if there's any mistake please let me know! (eng isn't my first language).

xavier 🢒 zayne 🢒 sylus 🢒 caleb (coming soon)

Rafayel — Siamese How did he get to live with you?

Oh, the classic mistake: "My first cat is an angel so I may adopt another one!" Did you expect another quiet and calm kitty? WRONG. But let's start from the beginning: you were worried that Xavier would feel lonely being the only cat. You heard it's recommended to introduce them to other cats so they can learn to socialize and avoid aggressive behaviors, especially in younger cats. Xavier was already an adult, but it wasn't too late, right?

And it happened by coincidence, really. You were strolling around, enjoying the fresh air and your well-deserved day off, when you heard the first weak and pitiful "meow" behind some shrubs. You quickly found him; his leg was hurt, and he looked like he hadn't eaten in a long time. You carefully got closer, trying not to scare him, but he still hissed and even tried to scratch you.

It was understandable, he was hurt and you were multiple times his size, how could he not be scared? So you offered some of the small treats you carried with you since adopting Xavier, a new habit. That managed to make him calm down enough for you to pick him up with your jacket.

At the vet, you felt relieved that his injury wasn't serious and he'd get better soon. The lady asked if you were interested in keeping him, and you were about to refuse when you remembered Xavier. Some company wouldn't hurt for either of you so... why not? After the corresponding paperwork and paying for the treatment, little Rafy was all yours to take care of. The walk back home was quiet, only filled by Rafayel's massive smugness of owning you.

The expression of utter betrayal on his little face was beyond words when he discovered he wasn’t the undisputed king of the house!

Picky eater. Dry food is too dry and wet food is too wet. Oh, and he gags at certain veggies, don't put them near him. He loved cooked fish yesterday, but who said he wanted it again today? Also, he has already made it clear he doesn't like that brand of tuna. And once again, where's his salmon treat? You can't win with him, Siamese cats weren't supposed to be this picky!

Food thief. Pretty ironic how he's so demanding about his food, but he'll do anything to have a bite of yours. He wants to taste that vanilla ice cream you bought, the steak you treated yourself with, and your drink looks tasty too. You have to push him away all the time, and sometimes he stretches as if he wasn't doing anything. He's not slick.

Gagging Gatsby. You observed him all day, worried sick for your little boy who wouldn't stop gagging. With your heart squeezed by worry, you rushed to the vet, only to find out that he... had swallowed a fly. He spent the entire afternoon writhing in disgust, convinced that ingesting a mere fly had doomed him forever, and you stabbed your wallet at the vet for this little lord who was just feeling icky. You really didn't know what to do with him anymore.

Doesn't like = will destroy. The precious cat mug you bought at the thrift store ended up broken on the floor after Mr. Perfectionist felt it looked at him wrong, or something like that. The vase with flowers gifted by your colleagues? Dumped on the table, the poor flowers scattered all over the place (Xavier joined in his antics, double scolding for misbehaving). And the curtains? Oh Lord, they were a bit too white for his liking, they had to go away! This means he jumped to the top of the window and slid down them with his claws :)

Spoiled rotten. Bows, collars, outfits, jewelry, fancy oils for his exquisite fur and paws, special brushes for grooming, the comfiest bed and blankets? He wants them all. Have I made clear enough that your wallet is suffering?

Needs attention like air to breathe. Contrary to Xavier, he meows a lot. When he sees you passing by he meows happily as he follows you, does it when he's angry, hungry, needy, or just wants you to stop doing whatever you're up to and cuddle him instead. He's mostly dramatic, but when you leave he meows up a storm, and that's what hurts you the most.

Loves baths like no other cat! You could have been expecting this, so yes, he does love baths very much. You bathe him with Xavier, who doesn't really mind them, and it's so cute seeing Rafayel being the most playful he ever is, even trying to get Xavier into the action (he's dozing off due to the warm water…). Let him enjoy his time, he and Xavi get a bit upset with the blow dryer if air gets into his sensitive ears.

His favorite place to make biscuits it's your ass. Do NOT leave your rear exposed while you're lying down, he will jump onto you and start kneading the soft flesh without warning. It's up to you if you let him do it or not, but he thinks he's soooo funny.

"You know… we really need to work on this, little man." You sighed, hands supporting your head as you sat on the toilet. "Privacy and all, don't you think?"

The coffee cream cat stared at you with big eyes, almost blinking happily as you talked to him. This was usual everyday life since you brought Rafayel in... personal space dissipated completely and privacy became a once-in-a-while-luxury.

Rafayel not only wanted but needed to be glued by your side each minute of the day. When you woke up, the first thing you saw was little Raf on top of you, eyes expectant of breakfast; at noon he climbed to the table as you ate to keep you company, at evening he sat next to you on the couch if you decided to watch some TV and at night he ran with full batteries around Xavier who had won the best spot of the bed.

"Meow". You sighed again, almost sure he understood what you were saying to him, and actively decided to ignore it. "Come on, Rafy. Just a minute, please!" You tried to carefully push him outside, but he just jumped up on the counter and looked at himself in the mirror.

When you got out of the bathroom, a groggy Xavier waited on the couch for breakfast. He saw how you carried Rafayel's body with one arm and brushed your teeth with the other before letting him down on the hallway floor. The little cat at your side looked away for a second before losing his concentration completely, his wide eyes now landing on an earring you lost some days ago.

He jumped on top of it and tapped it with his paws, looking its shiny colors, the gem-like shape, and- oh! That smell!

"Breakfast's ready!" You called them both and they hurriedly attacked their bowls. Sadly, there was no time to spare as the clock marked near eight in the morning, threatening you to get late to work. Your presence was like a fleeting shadow, going from here to there, taking interrupted bites of your breakfast, tripping as you put on your socks halfway through, and buttoning your shirt wrong.

"Bye-bye, my loves. See ya. Behave," you said as each busy head received a kiss between their ears. "Bye-bye, Miss Hooman!" was probably the thought inside Rafayel's mind before he heard the automatic lock of the door. Only then he did notice your absence, and by the time he reached the door, it was already too late.

The day felt longer than usual, and even more tiresome. You dragged your feet inside and closed the door behind you, taking your shoes off as you turned the lights on. The living room looked empty, a thing you noticed after putting away the groceries in the cupboard. Xavier's bowl was almost empty yet Rafayel's one was mostly the same as this morning. By looking at the hour they were most likely asleep by now, so you'd make sure everything was alright the next morning.

With slow movements, you made your way to the bed after taking a shower and tucked yourself under the covers where Xavier had fallen asleep. You scratched his head, scrolling on your phone to find the app for the new security camera you installed for the front door. It was your new acquisition after adopting another cat, you needed to be sure you had a way to take care of them even from a distance. To optimize energy, the camera only recorded when it detected movement at the entrance, but the curiosity soon broke your heart.

7:49 a.m. The first recording, just as you left the house. Rafayel's thin body paced in front of the door with a sad meow, his ears flattened after a long time of meowing. 8:36 a.m., he probably heard someone outside and ran to greet you, only to find a closed door. 10:31 a.m., he was trying to find his way out, jumping to turn the doorknob, only to fail. 1:23 p.m., he decided to take a nap there for an hour, and by noon there were no more videos.

Your heart clenched, and you didn't waste a second before getting off the bed and finding Rafayel after looking around, curled up behind the sofa cushions with the shirt you wore that morning. "Hello, baby," you smiled when he opened his eyes, meowing loudly one more time as he bumped his head against your hands, "Hi, love. Were you sleeping? Are you comfy?"

His paws tried to reach your face as you cradled him in your arms, taking him with you to the bed. "I'm back home, sorry for taking so long, Rafy." He protested, of course he did. You left him alone all day! Do you know how long is that, Miss Human? That's like. A whole year in cat years! And Xavier is not exactly the best company, you know? He naps all day and doesn't play with him and-

Smooch.

His feline rambling subsided after your soft lips touched his small head. "I'll make it up for you tomorrow, I got you a little present for being such a good boy". Rafy The Lover was back, purring happily against your hands as you caressed his soft fur, lulling him to sleep on top of your chest with a warm smile only you could provide.

You knew better than anyone the feeling of being alone, and you'd do anything to avoid making Rafayel feel left behind again when he called out for you.

I'm so sorry it took me this long! I had so many ideas for Rafayel I had to cut back many, maaany of them, also I was a bit busy (๑-﹏-๑) . I'm not 100% happy with how the story turned out, but I really hope you like it.

tag list ! @animegamerfox, @princessofenkanomiya, @aethercoreria

Dividers made by: @uzmacchiato, @v6que and @haecunt

347 notes · View notes