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valentine-writes · 7 months

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Could you write something about hanahaki disease with Johnathon ohnn? (Could end in angst or fluff either is good :3) no rush ofc, i love your work!!!

choking on flowers.

「 tws + notes: open ended ending, implications/mentions of death (but no Actual Death), unedited, OOC, interpretation of hanahaki may be slightly diff (i haven't heard of this trope thing in a hot min ngl so im not the Greatest With This), pre-collider even though his holes generating flowers is a silly thought which i giggled abt while writing this, present/past tenses are fucked up cuz i changed formatting halfway, angst?? 」

「 gn!reader, (unrequited) romantic relationship </3 」

↳ ft. johnathan/johnathon ohnn

author's note: THANK U SMMM!! (∩^o^)⊃━☆ lowkey 4got thiz thing existed lolz,, and while hanahaki aus are no longer My Thing, i wud b lying if i told u i didn't eat hanahaki ficz up in middle school ＞︿＜!! sooo,, here we go!!! hopefully this is ok,, many apologies for how short it iz aauwgwhwh

this is the third time you've called him today, trying to reach out. the first two times, he had thought he was strong enough to ignore you.

he was wrong. the minute his phone rang out that third time, he practically scrambled over to it just to answer. pathetic.

"you haven't been at work for what,,, almost two weeks now?"

the concern in your voice makes johnathan want to keel over dead instantly– not like he's far from it anyways. he pulls his phone away as he lets out a weak cough. you barely hear it from your end of the call.

"...sick." is all he manages to rasp out, his sore throat preventing him from speaking further. even if he could manage to talk more, he wouldn't know what else to say. how would he tell you? the call ends prematurely. you know you're not going to get more out of him, and he knows that it's better to keep you in the dark about his situation.

to tell you about how his unrequited feelings have manifested into something much more than both of you can handle was completely and absolutely out of the question. how was he supposed to explain he had been coughing up your favourite flowers? johnathan would rather let it kill him.

not only was he humiliated by the sheer intensity of his yearning– he knew you'd end up feeling guilty about it. yet, a part of his heart ached, wishing that he was selfish enough to tell you. maybe seeing you cry over him would give him some semblance of love.

that was an awful thought. he promptly pushed it aside. he'd never want to make you cry.

he could only laugh at how frustrating his situation is. it was inescapable, his fate inevitable and ever nearing– and no one to tell.

he had never felt so alone.

at least i'll have flowers for my funeral, he thought in the deafening silence of his home, finding the energy to let out a weak chuckle over the thought.

–

a few days after the call, his phone buzzed, receiving a text from you:

i'm coming over'

straightforward, at least.

'what if you get sick?' he messages back, trying to generate excuses to keep you away.

you reply swiftly, before he can come up with anything else, unswayed by the idea of potentially catching his illness which, unbeknownst to you, wasn't really transferable anyways. 'we'll wear masks then. omw.'

lovely. you were stubborn as ever. at least you gave him a heads up.

he noticed you made no attempt to keep your distance from him as you dropped off his little care package.

all neatly put into a little basket was some fresh fruit you had insisted he needed, as you rambled over the importance of vitamin c and immune health, a sweet little card filled with "get better soon"s filled by his coworkers at alchemax most of which he knew probably didn't really care all that much, a few packages of cough drops you had been a sweetheart to actually choose ones which had bearable flavours, a blanket, a few snacks, and... flowers.

if you had known exactly what illness, he doubted this choice would have been made. he stared at them silently, finding some sort of humor in the mortifying irony.

you said an awkward goodbye at his door, about to turn around and head off– before hesitating for a second.

"johnathan?" the way you looked at him, eyes filled with tenderness and worry– maybe it wasn't so bad after all, for you to be the death of him.

"...yeah?"

you didn't say anything further, instead, choosing to communicate through impulsively squeezing him into a tight hug.

you pull away just as quick as it had happened, yet the warmth of your embrace lingered a little longer, even as you headed out the door. something about you caring so much made it hurt more.

johnathan wondered why you even cared, why you were so persistent about looking out for him– knowing that he'd end up watching you slip away from him again, leaving an ache in his heart nothing could remedy.

he couldn't blame you. not sweet, kind, thoughtful you. he was the idiot, the careless fool who yearned for something he couldn't have.

maybe in another life, he thought to himself.

#atsv #across the spiderverse #atsv x reader #the spot #johnathon ohnn #johnathan ohnn #johnathan ohnn headcanons #johnathan ohnn x reader #johnathon ohnn headcanons #johnathon ohnn x reader #the spot x reader #the spot headcanons

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beebo-the-jellyfish · 13 days

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here’s a late and scuffed drawing for silvers birthday

This song is the reason for the flowers btw lol

#twisted wonderland #twst #silver vanrouge #silver twst #my art

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foxiejun · 7 months

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╰┈➤𝖬𝖸 𝖫𝖮𝖵𝖤 𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖤 𝖠𝖫𝖫 𝖬𝖨𝖭𝖤?

1. Daisy

🎵- choking on flowers: fox academy

wc-26.9+

warning- urm..do proceed with caution ig

𝑺oobin choi liked a girl. To be more specific. You. The one who captured the stars in his eyes.He loved you religiously to the point that he was tailing behind you. Keeping an eye on each and every single thing you did. Noting them down.

1. She decided to dye her hair. She's allergic to dye.

2. Loves mint chocolate.

3. Favourite flower: Daisy.

Isn't it obvious that he wanted to know about the personal life of someone he liked? Someone he adored oh so much? Nothing to be embarrassed about. Soobin just wanted to be around his little Daisy. But he doesn't want you to know. Because soobin was sure he'll be labelled as a stalker. He wanted you so bad. He wanted you all to himself. He only want to devour you. Soobin was infatuated. Even surpassing that level even.

And he did take an initiative to achieve that. To achieve you.

Samcheong-dong was a pleasant place to be to say the least. It was a charming little village. A quiet one. You decided to move here to have some taste of peace in your life after.. certain situations. And you definitely had that taste. The people residing in the neighborhood was sweet as ever. It all went so great until..

Ding dong

"Who's ringing my doorbell at the ass crack of dawn.." you complained to yourself as you went to open the door. Feeling ticked off about getting your sleep disrupted at time of midnight. Your eyes glanced around the surrounding, the street filled with thick fog but not a single soul around.

"Did I just get my ding dong ditched?" Your expression turned sour until you looked around to see the box.

"Mr. Delivery boy...again." picking up the box and closing the door. You were skeptical about all this. Your gaze caught the attention of a small note sticked onto a small blue velvet box. Putting the box aside and unfolding the note. Inside the words were curved into cursive written off with red ink.

"Reminded me of you

-c.sb"

'c.sb' it's the same initials you've seen for days count now. It was haunting you. Scratching at your skin to know who this was.

You've been recieving these little notes and gifts at the dead of night or at the break of dawn. Even recieving a large bar of chocolate, mint flavoured to be specific. But instead of feeling special or anything giddy of sort, you felt..fear. Like there's an eye attached to you, watching your every moment.

But pushing all those thoughts away into a corner. The clicks of the box were opened and inside was a dainty chain looped around the hook. The necklace had a silver chaining which glimmered under the lines of moonlight and in the middle of it was a small Daisy pendant. The edges were outlined with black. You ran your fingertips along the cold metal feeling the curves of it.

"Fucking weirdo" Giving a sound of a tiny 'tch' leaving you as you threw the jewelry to the table.

Choi soobin was watching all these through the gap of your window. It was funny on how you didn't even see the silhouette of him outside because you were just too busy to go back to bed. Sleep welcoming you back in. He watched you throw the necklace away and he gazed upon how your vein on your neck looked like it was about to pop out by the way you were cursing at him. Soobin could only imagine how your skin would feel. Would it feel as soft as cotton? Or smooth as silk? He wanted to know how your hands would look on his body.

The male almost tripped over a rock being sucked in his deep thoughts of you. Finally getting in his Jeep, soobin's hair shadowed his eyes and he thought back to the word you mentioned to him.

"Weirdo" the male whispered to himself and a kind of crazed laugh was made by him. There was something in the way that you insulted him in every way possible that made his dick twitch. Even his initials rolling off your pretty tongue was enough for him to get high.

His hand slid down already feeling the tightness in his pants. Soobin's fingers were impatient at unzipping his pants. His boxers already wet from his precum. Soobin gave his cock a steady stroke and he whimpered softly trying to hide away his moans in the dead silence of the night. He was so frustrated. The want to feel you was filling his body. Your ass looked so good when you stretched your body in the morning and oh god- soobin had his own album filled with the pictures of them. Arching your back like a slut. All he had in his mind was to pound you, keeping you in a headlock within his arms.

Would you scream his name? Would you let him fill you up? Fuck, y/n, would you let him take you? For everyone to look? For everyone to know that you're his?

It wall too much for soobin. Fisting himself like a whore. He was growing obsessed with you.

"G-god..y/n. Why can't you just be m-mine? Ugh!~" one hand gripping the stirring wheel while his other hand was busy pumping his cock. Sweat glistened his face and his lips were slightly parted escaping moans and grunts of your name, his head throws back into the seat. 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒚. Moaning your name, he felt himself getting embarrassingly close to his high. Soobin hated it all. He wanted to be right by your side rather than taking pictures of you and jerking off to it and observing you on your neighbour's house rooftop- the neighbour. God was really on his side today. Soobin with a final groan and a slight jerk of his hips, released into his palm. He could hear the ringing in his ears, coming down from his moment.

Reaching into the backseat and wiping his hand clean with some tissues. There was a stiffness in his chest, eventually he thought it would go away but it only worsened till he soobin was gasping for breathe and clutching onto his chest in an attempt to get some oxygen. It hurts. His eyes stinged, there was something rising up his throat and-

"FUCK" the man gagged out and out came blood.. mixed with flower petals? Daisy petals. The metallic taste still fresh in his mouth and his eyes hadn't moved away from the bloody flowery mess. Was this really happening? Was this that they all call as hanahaki disease? Was his unrequited love for you turned out to be like this? You were the death that gave him hell and the angel that gave him heaven.

Soobin was in utter panic, it all hurts. It was as if he was drowning in a hopelessly devoted love that was killing him from deep inside. He had to do something.

And he did.

The clouds were a shade of grey painting the sky with them. Your mind was still disturbed by the thought of being stalked. For all you know, he could've broken into your house. He did. Or keep a collection of photos of you. He does. Or even worse, jerk off to you. Of course, many times he did. But they were all just a suspicion to you not even knowing about all the worst things.

Soobin knows every itsy bitsy bit of you. He knew you had rough relationships, he knew that you once used to work as a maid, he knew you owned exactly three pairs of lace innerwears. Counting them all when he sneaked into your house when you weren't around. He used to daydream how you would look in them.

"Of course I should report this to the police. But I doubt so...I mean they're just small presents.. nothing more right?"

You held the kitten in your arms like it was Simba which only gave a small 'meow' as a response to your rants. Sitting on the sides of the streets outside your house. You felt much more safer being out in the open than at your house. From preying eyes. The day was surprisingly.. going well for you which is an odd thing considering that you haven't been receiving any letters or sort till morning. You felt at peace. For now.

Being in your thoughts, hence loosening the grip on the cat. The fur creature slipped out of your hold making you to yell after it.

"HEY- get back here! CROOKSHANKS DON'T YOU DARE!-"

You grumbled in annoyance already making your blood pressure rise, your legs followed after the kitten breaking into your neighbouring house. Oh no, you stood still and looked back at the house. You were never really the one for neighbours and it came to your mind..that the door was unlocked. Maybe they just went out nearby?

Without any choice left, you stepped inside. The house sent a chill down your spine. Well not the house- the feeling of it. It was dead as a graveyard. You just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.

"Shanks... let's go home"

With your hands cupped around your mouth, walking deeper into the house just wanting to leave this place already. Something was dreading on you. Taking a presence inside the bedroom, you felt at wrong for this.

CLANGGG!

You were startled from the sudden sound that echoed through the silent house. Your head pivoted towards the source of it. Inside the closet? You should've just left. Ignoring. But you did the exact opposite.

Slowly sliding the door to the closet and took a glance inside. Well it looked like a normal closet at first look, filled with labelled boxes and clothes which were reserved for selling but a certain thing earned your attention. A door. On the damn floor. It looked like some kind of way to the basement. An unusual place for a basement to be. The lock already had the key inserted in it and curiosity got the best of you. Definitely.

The basement door creaked in and your head peaked in only to be met by silence. A thick gulp went down your throat and you slowly trudged down the stairs. The place was dusty, the musty smell filling your nose. A mechanic box laid aside.

"Holy shit...this place is darker than my l-"

𝘮𝘮𝘧!

"Huh?" You looked down.

𝘮𝘮𝘧! 𝘮𝘮𝘩!

What.in.the.name.of.holy.christ.

You looked down to see your neighbour. Who was tied up brutally making her ankles swell purple. Her body left bare and marks of abuse was visible on her skin. Her hair crusty mixed with her own blood and her sight blocked by sunglasses.

"W-what the hell?!"

Why was she tied up in her own house like this? Your mind was blanker than a plain sheet of paper right now falling down straight to your back in shock. Your eyes blown wide and your senses numb. Your entire being was terrified and horrified by what you just discovered.

"H-hey are you okay?!"

A trembling hand of yours reached out to peel off the tape which was concealed around the female's mouth. As soon as you did that, the shrieking voice emptied your ears. You didn't understand. What was going on.

SAVE ME! PLEASE! SAVE ME!

The abused female was screaming in your ears. Stream of horror ran down her cheeks.

"WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE I'M TRYING TO DO?!"

you retorted back, your voice sounding more pitched than usual trying to comprehend the situation in your fucking brain.

"...um..let me untie you first.."

NO! STAY AWAY FROM YOU! DON'T YOU TOUCH ME!

"N-no. I just want to help you out, m-miss. Calm down"

You were trying your best not to give out. You sweatdropped as it only seemed to the female outburst even more.

Suddenly.

Your heart dropped. You sensed a presence. Besides the both of you. And it was haunting you as she screamed in horror making you freeze.

"!"

THWACK!

A seering pain spread across your cheek. A choked cry left you tumbling to the ground. Your hand held your face looking up at the figure who just hit you. It was a man. He looked about six feet or so and his hand clutched onto a baseball bat which he recently used to attack you. Your eyes still couldn't catch on his facial features through your blurry eyes. All you could make out was his lean figure and erratic breathing of his. Even though you couldn't see him, you could feel his stare dig deep within your skin.

The door to the basement was still open, you just had to pass through the stairs and out the house. Nails digging into the concrete ground as you tried to crawl your way out but he dragged you back down by the hood of your sweater making a tiny whimper of beg leave you.

"P-please. I won't tell anyone about this. I promise. L-leave me be."

The man just swinged the bat to your legs again making you to roll down the stairs. You couldn't breathe. No, this wasn't how this was supposed to go. Your legs were wobbly not being able to feel them. The man crouched before you and you could finally see him.

Sharp eyes and those chocolate brown orbs. Blonde hair with a black underdye. His face looked innocent of that as a bunny's, pink plump lips and rosy cheeks. You felt a hand cup your cheek. The large warm palm engulfed you in a warmth.

'im going to die, isn't it? I'm gonna die in a dusty ass basement by a creep. How wonderful"

The man gave a gentle rub to your cheek, wiping away your tears away. With a smile. A smile that will patch in your mind your entire life. A smile that will haunt your dreams.

"Hey."

His voice was deep as a well and soft as a blanket. It gave you an uncomfortably comfortable to you but there was also intention behind those eyes. They looked like they'll eat upon you anyday now.

"Stop whining or you want me to shut that bitch mouth of yours, sweetheart. God... you look so freaking ravishing up close, y/n."

Your breathe hitched in your throat. How did he..

"You know what I just realised? How about we get you up? I don't want your pretty little ass lying around here"

Why does this feel uncanny. Was he really letting you go? Your mind was working on its own as the man held your arms and started to guide you up the stairs. Your figure was still shaking and choked hiccups still released from you.

"Are you really letting me go? I p-promise! My mouth is zipped!"

You felt ridiculous.

"Yes."

"But.."

The man turned around, his grip leaving your arms and his hooded eyes staring down at you.

"Not with your legs with the way they are.."

And before you even had a moment to question his words, his hands pushed you down hard back into the basement. You screamed in pain hearing the crack coming from your leg and your left cheek scratching along the rough ground of the place.

You shouldn't have come here. Stupid fucking kitten. The last thing you remembered was him looking down at you with an expression of achievement before black spots started to fill in your vision...

a/n: urm so a shitty chapter. I've been busy with my school work 😔 but I have a lot of ideas for the next chapter. It'll be more spicy 👽👽 sooo feedbacks and reblogs are much appreciated and do like it if you liked this yes 😅😅. And of course requests are open, as well as my inbox

#txt post #soobin #soobin x reader #soobin fanfic #txt oneshots #soobin angst #txt imagines #tomorrow x together #txt ff

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clementine-writes-things · 2 months

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Sick - E.N

Summary: Y/n gets extremely sick and she had planned to go out and get stuff to make her feel better. But, she got too nauseous and isn't able to go out. Edward, being a good boyfriend, goes out and gets those things for her. (short but cute <3)

Content warning: Vomit, explicit language, sexual themes, Edward being a paranoid boyfriend, GN reader, they/them pronouns, Edward gets some anxiety in public.

Word Count: 1,924

Songs for Inspo:

Put Your Head On My Shoulder - Paul Anka

Show Me How - Men I Trust

Heart To Heart - Mac DeMarco

Choking On Flowers - Fox Academy

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac (i love Fleetwood Mac <3)

Call It Fate, Call It Karma - The Strokes

('Call It Fate, Call It Karma' fits this gif so well <3 he would be such a good boyfriend)

~Read Below Cut~

Y/n rested on the couch, a fluffy blanket covering their body as they shivered. In the morning, they were supposed to go to work. But, when they woke up they felt like death itself. Edward had already gone to work since he got up earlier then them, so it left them alone. They had called out of work and spent the entire day watching Courage The Cowardly Dog on the tv on the couch. Y/n loved the old Cartoon Network shows.

'jingle jingle'

They didn't even bother to move their body as they heard Edward's keys, scared that they might throw up if they did. The door opened and y/n's boyfriend walked in, placing the keys in the bowl next to the door. Hanging up his coat, he turned around and gasped quickly, holding a hand to his heart.

"Jiminy Christmas! Y/n, you scared me!" He groaned, running a hand through his slightly curly hair.

Y/n raised their hand up, waving at him without looking. They mumbled something under their breath. Edward raised an eyebrow, walking over to them. Looking down at the floor, he mouth an 'oh' as he saw a trash can lined with a bag, vomit covering the bottom of the bag. Tissues were piled up in a plastic grocery store bag as well. Y/n's nose was red, dark circles under their eyes, skin flushed. He bent down, to meet eye line with his partner. They groaned, rolling over to face away from him.

"'M sick..." they mumbled against the couch cushion.

He nodded, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose. Sighing, he grabbed the bag full of tissues and tied it up. Walking to the trashcan in the kitchen, he disposed of it. Y/n coughed, covering it up with their elbow. Edward frowned as he grabbed another plastic grocery bag from the pantry and brought it to the couch.

"Do you know how you got this sick, angel? Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked, sitting on the floor with his back against the couch.

"No, it's ok..." They mumbled.

"No, it's not. Here, let me check your temperature. Ok?" He asked.

Even though Edward had a thermometer in the apartment, he had gotten used to taking temps at his job. At this point, he could tell someone's temperature using the back of his hand. Brushing y/n's hair back slightly, he placed the back of his hand against their forehead.

"Oh dear, you're burning up. Are you sure you don't need anything?" He asked again.

"Maybe some crackers and ginger ale..." They weakly responded.

(a/n: I have IBS and these two things are perfect for when you are sick. If you have an upset stomach/are sick, I highly recommend you eat saltine crackers and drink ginger ale. The ginger will soothe your stomach and the crackers will help with filling your hunger but not being too heavy on your stomach. <3 hope you all are happy and healthy right now)

Edward nodded, rubbing their back. He stood up, walking back towards the front door. Putting his coat on, he grabbed his keys and opened the door. He looked back at y/n, frowning.

"I'll call you when I get to the store, ok? That way if you remember anything else you need you can tell me. Keep your phone near you, hun. I'll be back soon." He said.

Edward pulled up to the grocery store, finding a parking spot relatively close to the entrance. Getting out of his car, he locked it, double checking just in case. He shivered in the cold winter air, wondering if y/n got sick from the cold. After his chill left, he grabbed his phone and pulled up y/n's contact. As it rang, Edward walked into the entrance of the store, sighing happily when the gust of warm air hit his face. A rustling on the end of the other call signaled to Ed that y/n had answered.

"E-Eddie...?" Y/n asked, voice cracking.

"Oh darling, your poor throat probably hurts. I didn't think about that. You should just text me what you need." He mentally facepalmed himself.

"N-No, I wanna stay on call with you. I'm lonely."

"Y/n y-, ok fine, just try to talk as soft as you can."

Edward walked down the aisles, trying to find the one with the drinks. He got a little spun around, but he found the correct aisle eventually. His shoes clicked against the floor as he looked over the sodas. Smiling, he reached out and grabbed a bottle of ginger ale.

"Alright angel, you wanted crackers right?"

"Yeah..."

"Ok, let's see. Crackers, crackers, crackers, where are th-..."

Edward got silent.

"Eddie?" Y/n asked.

"Sorry, this lady looked at me weird because I was saying crackers over and over again." He muttered, slightly embarrassed.

Y/n laughed softly, coughing as it slowly started to hurt. They wheezed, coughing away from the phone and into their elbow. Edward chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Stop laughing, y/n!"

"S-Stop being funny!" They retorted.

"Touché."

After a minute or so, Edward made his way towards the chips and snacks aisle. He groaned quietly, voice shaking as he walked past a few people. Y/n knew that Edward didn't like going to grocery stores or malls because of the amount of people. If he was at work he was fine, but any other setting made him uncomfortable. This is y/n was hesitant to even ask for anything in the first place.

"Yo-You're doing great, babe." Y/n reassured

Edward smiled softly, feeling a wave of comfort wash over him. It was true that crowded places made him anxious. Usually, y/n would go with him to the mall and stores. Neither of them liked going alone, so together they were able to comfort each other and have fun. And even though they weren't here, Edward felt better with y/n being on the phone with him.

"Thanks, y/n."

Quickly, Edward grabbed the box of crackers and tucked it underneath his arm. He looked like a mom with 3 kids. He held his phone up to his ear with his shoulder, propping it up against him. The bottle of ginger ale was gripped tightly in his other hand. Pieces of hair had fallen down in his face.

"Ok sweetie, I got everything. I'm pretty sure we have cold medicine in the medicine cabinet as well. So, I'm going to hang up, ok? I'll be home soon."

"Ok, bye Ed-Eddie, I love you..." They said breathily.

"I love you too, angel. Bye bye!" He said.

Grabbing the phone he pressed 'end call' and tucked it back in his pocket. Hurriedly, he walked over to the self-checkout, not having the social battery to make conversation with a cashier. He scanned the two items, swiping them over the red laser that read the barcodes. Deciding he didn't need a bag, he selected 'no bags' and inserted his debit card into the card reader. With a quick punch of his pin number he put his card back into his wallet and took the receipt. Putting his wallet and the receipt into his pocket, he grabbed his purchases and walked back outside. He unlocked the car and placed the drink and box of crackers in the passenger seat before he drove back to the apartment.

The door to the couples apartment opened, Edward walking in. He dropped his keys into the bowl next to the door. Kicking his shoes off, he groaned, the cold from outside still nipping at his ears and nose. He looked towards y/n who was in the same spot they were earlier.

"Hey angel, let me get you some medicine." He said.

"Hi Ed..." They mumbled.

Edward placed the bottle of ginger ale on the kitchen counter, dropping the crackers right next to it. Taking his coat off, he walked back to the front door and hung it on the coat rack. He placed his hands on the small of his back, grunting as he stretched out his back.

"What have you been doing since I've been gone?" He asked, curiously as he opened up the medicine cabinet.

"Just watching Courage, you remember that show?" They asked softly, pointing at the tv.

"Hm? Oh, wait, yeah I do. I liked that show a lot." He replied.

Edward grabbed a bottle of cough medicine, reading the instructions on the back of it. He narrowed his eyes at the words, confused as to why they always made the print so small. Once he got the proper dosage amount, he walked over to y/n. He gestured for them to sit up more. They groaned but did as he suggested. When there was room, he sat next to them.

"Alright, you need to, uh...ok yeah, you need to take a capful of this." He said, pouring the liquid into the provided measuring cap it came with.

Y/n raised an eyebrow, nose crinkling up in disgust. Edward looked at them, shrugging.

"What flavor is it?" They asked.

"Um...orange?" He said.

"Oh what the actual fuck?! Orange? That's the worst flavor you can make medicine." They groaned.

"Yeah, that sucks." He said, wincing when he saw the flavor.

"Grape is the best flavor for medicine." Y/n stated.

"Yep, grape is definitely the best, uh huh, now shush and drink this." He said quickly, trying to open their mouth.

"Hey! Hands off you cretin!" They hissed.

"Look, just plug your nose. You won't taste it as much. You can drink some of this water afterwards." He said, pointing to the water bottle on the coffee table.

"Ugh, fine." They groaned.

Edward gave them the capful of liquid, watching them plug their nose. Hesitantly, they gulped down the medicine in one swig. Ed grabbed the cap from them. Gagging, y/n stuck their tongue out and grabbed their water. Taking a huge sip, they swallowed and screwed the lid back on.

"See, that wasn't so bad! Let me go put this back up." He smiled.

Y/n smacked their lips, the foul taste still lingering in their mouth. Shivering, they pulled the blanket up around their neck. Edward rinsed the cap out before putting it back on top of the bottles lid. Putting it back into the medicine cabinet, he grabbed a bag of cough drops before closing the cabinet door.

"Catch! Make sure you take one right now." He said.

Y/n turned around, reaching up and grabbing the bag. Looking at it, they smiled when they saw the flavor of the cough drops. They opened it up, taking one drop out and unwrapping it. The set the bag on the coffee table as they popped the lemon cough drop in their mouth.

"Do you want some crackers and ginger ale?" Edward asked.

"Um, maybe some crackers. I'm ok with water for now." They replied.

Edward took a sleeve of crackers, opening it up and placing a good handful of them in a small bowl. Walking back over to the couch, he sat next to y/n. He handed them the bowl, wrapping an arm around their shoulders. Y/n shook their head.

"You're gonna get sick!" They said.

"I'll be fine. If I get sick, it's no big deal. I'm due for a few days off at work anyways." He smiled.

"Oh Ed, you're too sweet..."

He leaned down, placing a kiss on the top of their head. Y/n smiled, resting their head against his shoulder. Edward sighed happily, rubbing their arm with his hand.

"Why wouldn't I be sweet to you, angel?"

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