#i could take a sleeping pill but it might just make me sleep worse

[anadorablekiwi]

Nightly existential despair has hit because i live in a broken world where the only job i can emotionally handle is part time produce clerk and my current income is so low i dont have to make student loan payments yet

[klmp11s]

I have a killer headache so it’s influencing me: could I get Sebek, Flyod, Rook, and Idia caring for their partner with a bad headache 🤕 ❤️‍🩹

I hope your health has improved!! (English is not my first language, sorry for any mistakes)

Summary: twst boys caring for their partner with a bad headache Characters: Floyd Leech, Rook Hunt, Idia Shroud, Sebek Zigvolt Warning: male!reader, ooc(?), hcs

Floyd Leech

He is my god, good luck to you, because I think that one of the reasons why you have a headache is HIM 

I think he will be a little upset that he can’t just pick you up and run away now. 

If you and him are in your dorm, then he just holds you in his arms while you lie on the bed with him. Are you really not feeling well?

I'm sure that at some point he will get bored, but okay, once he can tolerate it if his partner has a headache. 

HE WILL DEFINITELY SPEAK IN A HALF-WHISPER. 

Oh definitely one of his hands will stroke your head, and the other will draw circles on your back 

I'm sure HE will fall asleep faster than you in this position

But you know, you're definitely not going to move. Like, he just won't let you do it, you know? 

It will be just wonderful if you can also fall asleep with it, I’m not sure that your pain in your head will go away completely, but during this time you will certainly gain strength. 

I think 6/10, if he is in a good mood - 7.3/10

Rook Hunt

He found out about it before you even decided to tell him lol 

Like, he’s already in your room, but I don’t think you have the desire or strength to deal with it. 

Okay, now you can be a sleeping beauty while he takes care of you. 

Like, you've already taken the medicine before it takes effect, he pats your head or even gives you а little kiss on the forehead  If you can fall asleep, it will obviously begin to gently play with your hair. 

I don't think he will fall asleep with you, but he will definitely spend this time with you. Still, you’re not feeling well, how can he leave his wonderful partner in such a situation?

You will also most likely wake up feeling a VERY intense gaze on you. You know, on the one hand it’s nice when those beautiful green eyes look at you, but I think you could definitely be scared by this. But congratulations, this 100% took your mind off your headache. 

Maybe 9/10 if you could get some more sleep 

Idia Shroud

ORTHOOOOOO

Hmm, that's definitely the first thing that might come to his mind. I think he also gets headaches often, so you're in the same boat. 

It can definitely let you sleep on it, but it will definitely feel like wood in the bed at first . Where to put your hands? Are you sure you're comfortable? 

After a few minutes, he will adjust and gently stroke your head. I also think he would seriously ask Ortho to bring you some pills for your headache. 

He is also ready to turn off absolutely all the lights in the room if this also puts pressure on you 

But I think that after some time, when you know how, he will start playing some kind of game on the phone. 

He definitely won't fall asleep with you. His sleep pattern is literally a mess, even if he wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to sleep, so he just lies with you and listens to your quiet breathing. 

9/10 Because Ortho was involved in this 

Sebek Zigvolt

HE WILL YELL AT YOU BECAUSE YOU FEEL BAD, then in a moment he will understand and shut up. He doesn't want to make it worse for you, but could you take care of yourself?? 😡

He tries to speak in a whisper, but he will definitely scold you for being so careless

He will bring you everything you need with the most dissatisfied face. No, he loves and cares about you, he just doesn’t want you to feel bad, but he doesn’t know how to show it 

Even if he complains that he has a lot to do, he will let you fall asleep on him and will not move so that you are comfortable. 

He's willing to put up with absolutely anything if it means his partner will get better, but he definitely won't admit it. 

HE WILL KISS YOU ON THE HEAD but(!) Only if he is sure that you are sleeping, understand? 

I think after that Lilia could tease him, because Sebek behaves so sweetly with his partner 🤫☺️

8.9/10 if he hadn't yelled at you in the beginning and made your headache worse.

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[sirfrogsworth]

The Decision

Taking care of my dad has been challenging but probably the most rewarding thing I've ever done. In the past year I've had to push myself beyond my limits, beyond my illness, and do everything I could to make sure my dad was comfortable as his body slowly failed him.

I hadn't driven in over a decade, but he needed to get to dialysis so I took the entire driving test like a teenager in order to get my license again. I had to move out of my cozy basement command center and upstairs into the light. I hate the light. Much too bright. Since then we have been spending almost every second of every day together. This causes us to get on each others' nerves on occasion. But most of the time we are happy to have each others' company.

My job is mostly supervision and problem solving. I watch him to make sure he doesn't fall. But if he did fall, I needed a way to get him back up. So I found an electric chair lift. I just scoot his butt on and raise him back up. If he had a medical problem, I would figure out which doctor could help him. If his feet were cold, I would find battery-powered heated slippers to keep his toes toasty. Our house is filled with little solutions I found to make him as comfortable and safe as possible.

If he needs help with anything I am always right there to assist. It's usually little things, but for him, sometimes little things can be impossible things.

I was proud to do this and I believe it brought us closer than we have ever been.

Wednesday morning the surgery team came to visit my dad and look at his foot. They told me they cannot save the foot. My dad would need a below-the-knee amputation. This would require two months of grueling, painful rehab. Then another month or two for him to adjust to a prosthetic leg. Which he may not be able to tolerate with his balance issues.

Then the lung doctor came in. He said my dad's breathing could improve, but probably not to a comfortable degree. He explained with my dad's congestive heart failure getting worse, he is probably looking at another six months to a year of life, but only if everything with the amputation goes well.

I asked the lung doctor if this was all worth it. Four months of painful recovery from amputation just to live another two months? He said a reasonable person could decide it is worth it. That some people want to squeeze every second out of life. But another reasonable person might decide that quality of life is more important than length of life.

My dad has been unhappy with his health struggles for a while now. Dialysis is just awful. He sits in a chair for four hours, three times per week, and comes home absolutely wiped out. He sleeps for two to three hours and then feels miserable the rest of the night. Sometimes he will recover from the dialysis and then it is time to get more dialysis. Sundays were his only real day of rest because he had an extra day of recovery time.

He has breathing difficulties and they are getting worse. He can't take deep breaths so his lungs keep filling with CO2. The CO2 exacerbates his delirium and confusion. He has to wear an uncomfortable BiPAP breathing mask for hours to get rid of the CO2. Once the CO2 is blown off, he switches to high flow oxygen in his nose. The CO2 builds up again... back to the BiPAP. It has become a vicious cycle.

He is constantly trying to right his balance when he walks. He has arthritis pain that never stops. And because his circulation is so bad, his extremities are always either tingling or stinging him with neuropathy pain. Those heated slippers were his only refuge.

His depression is obvious. He curses at every little inconvenience. Every dropped pill due to his hands not working. Every time he bumps into the wall with his walker. Every time he fails to stand up, having to try multiple times. Everything frustrates him.

He hates being tethered to oxygen. He feels trapped in a 50 foot radius. He constantly wishes for nothing more than to go outside and take his riding mower for a spin.

I try to entertain him with new movies and TV shows, but he has trouble concentrating on new things. Sometimes he prefers just to watch his NCIS shows that he has seen many times. That way he won't get frustrated if he falls asleep and misses the ending.

And... he lost his wife.

He has had to exist without her for a year now and he sometimes forgets she is gone. He'll call out to her and she won't respond. He'll think she is still lying next to him in bed only to discover it is the pillow supporting his back. I think when she died a part of himself died as well. He lost a huge reason to keep fighting.

And since he has been back in the hospital, his delirium and confusion have returned. He is more lucid in the mornings after sleeping. But the exhaustion from not getting enough sleep, dialysis, his foot infection and pain, the drugs, the constant in-and-out of people checking on him... it's just too much. His brain cannot function without restful sleep. So he ends up hallucinating and losing the ability to communicate.

There just does not seem to be a path forward where he could have a comfortable quality of life.

In the height of his foot pain he has exclaimed many times "I WANT TO DIE." And while I know part of that was due to his misery and frustration and pain in that moment... I think that exclamation contained his unfiltered wishes.

He was lucid Wednesday morning and we had a good conversation. He did not want to endure months of recovery and rehab. He did not want the pain of losing a leg. He did not want to fight for every breath. He did not want to lose access to clear thoughts on a regular basis. And he did not want to continue on without the love of his life.

There is this selfish part of me that wanted to convince him to keep fighting. He is my best friend. He is the greatest father I could ask for. Taking care of him this past year has given me great purpose. It has been an honor to help take care of him--as he had done for me all of my life.

Lately, he has had trouble getting into bed and covering himself up. So I have been tucking him in every night just like he did for me when I was little. First I have to arrange his pillows just right. One between his legs and one for him to hug. I put on his toasty slippers to keep his feet warm. I pull the covers up, give him a hug, tell him I love him, and say goodnight. Then I ask his Alexa speaker to play Billy Joel for him to fall asleep to. And I love doing that for him. I feel happy that we got through another day.

Whenever I am alone in our house, I miss him. I have never been in an empty house. It just feels wrong. And I'm not sure I am ready to adjust to that reality.

I want to watch another season of Cardinal's baseball with him. He loves The Mandalorian so much and I want to watch the new episodes with him. I downloaded every John Wayne movie, and even though I don't always care for those films, I like seeing him smile as he watches The Duke get into trouble.

I don't want to lose both of my parents in the span of a year.

And, well, I also don't want to lose the house. I don't want to live on my own. I don't want to worry about not having enough money to live. These are just things I can't help worrying about. And I feel guilty for worrying about myself during this time.

I have all of these reasons to want him to continue on. And I bet if I asked him to keep trying, he would do that for me. He would continue suffering and struggling for me. Because there has never been a time in his life that he would not do *anything* for his sons.

That's just who he is.

But I know I have to filter those feelings and reasons out. I know I can't ask my father to endure any more pain and misery because I fear being alone. He has always done what is best for me, and now I need to return the favor.

He has lived a long life. He had a wife that he loved. He had two sons that he raised and instilled his values in. He has a beautiful legacy that will live on in us.

He has nothing left to accomplish in this world.

He told me he wanted an out but he didn't know how to go about it. But I did. And I had to fight the urge to keep it to myself. I did not want to tell my father how to end his life. And telling him almost felt like I was personally killing him.

Thursday morning his favorite doctor is going to come speak to us. She is his kidney doctor. She is going to explain the process of stopping dialysis. With palliative care, it can be a relatively painless exit. Over a few weeks his kidneys will fail to filter out toxins. They will build up in his system. And eventually he will fade to black.

My mother had a horrible, painful, lonely death. Her final words were over a telephone because of COVID restrictions. The last time I saw her was across the ICU through a glass window.

Thankfully, my dad will be able to go out on his own terms.

He will be comfortable and surrounded by loved ones.

[bagopucks]

A. Matthews - Mean Words Hurt People

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Auston Matthews x Fem!reader

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Word Count: 2.1k

Warning(s): none! Just light angst.

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“Hudson just take the pills.”

“No!”

“Hudson please! They’ll help.”

“No! Go away! I can’t do it, I hate you!”

It had been an awfully stressful week. Auston and I were both feeling the irritability. With the second round knock out, I was patient. I assumed he might need time alone or with his team, and it was time I was willing to grant. What I hadn’t expected was for him to dive headfirst into the fire. I worried that we never got time to discuss it or that he never got time to cope with it, but at the same time I wondered if Auston coping was spending time planning our wedding and being a father to Auston. I always wanted to ask, but I never wanted to overstep my boundaries.

Until it came to hell week. Hudson’s allergies had been horrible. I worked overtime almost every night, and Auston was left with most of the work. It was bumpy, sure, but even if it had been myself and Hudson, I knew it still would have been bumpy. Hudson was tired and cranky, and stuffy and itchy and miserable. Auston was miserable navigating everything, trying to keep the kid happy, trying to make him take his pills, trying to find ways to entertain him. I felt horrible coming home each night, some worse than others. Some more peaceful than expected.

Some days Auston would be out cold on the couch, his clothes a mess, his hair pulled up, exhaustion laced in his furrowed brow. Other days I could hear the screaming and fussing from Hudson well before I even got up the front porch steps.

Hudson’s allergies and attitude couldn’t have come at a worse time. Halloween was around the corner and I had so many plans as to how I wanted to share it with Auston and Hudson. The last thing I wanted was for my miserable and moody kid to put those on the back burner. Especially because it was a chance to go out and have some family fun. Even if we hadn’t been the most stable of families recently.

I reminded Auston to be patient, but it was never really him that seemed ready to give up. Sure he got overworked, sure he was as miserable as Hudson, and as lost, but not once had he turned to me and told me he couldn’t do it. Until the night I came home to quite the tense scene. Auston sitting on the couch with his head in his hands. Toys were everywhere, Hudson was nowhere. He looked a mess. He looked exhausted. And when he looked up at me and told me he needed a break, I couldn’t get mad. I understood. When Hudson had spells like these, I often found backup was the best way to handle it.

“Was it worse today?” I asked softly as I closed the door, assuming Hudson was asleep.

“I stopped asking myself that a while ago.”

“I’m really sorry, hun.” I sat down next to him on the couch, gentle as I rested my hand on his back.

“I don’t know what his problem is.” The tension in his voice was something foreign to me. Auston was usually so collected and relaxed.

“It’s just his allergies. He just doesn’t understand why he’s feeling so miserable, and why it won’t go away. Just give him time.”

“I really need a break.” A piece of me wanted to tell him parenthood is a full time job. But I couldn’t, because while I knew it was a full time job, I liked my vacation days. And the perfect babysitter came in the form of my mother.

“Maybe Hudson needs a few days with grandma.”

“You think?” I pulled back at the tension in his tone. “I’m sorry.” Auston was quick to apologize, running his hands through his hair and sitting back. When I finally got a good look at his face, I raised a brow. There was more than just exhaustion in his features.

“Did Hudson say something to you?”

“What?” I watched Auston’s deep brown eyes meet my own. “No.”

“Aus. Did something happen?” I quickly placed my hand on his thigh.

“No. Okay? It’s fine. I just- I’d like to go home… alone- to sleep in my bed. With my dog.”

“Okay… okay if that’s what you need. Auston, just- I’m here for you. Okay?”

Auston stood up, and I watched him walk toward the door. For reasons I didn’t understand, he was more than overworked. He didn’t seem interested in sharing, but I assumed a full night of rest would help. “Drive safe, okay?” I watched him nod as he put his shoes on, and I locked the door behind him after he left. I hoped to delve deeper into the issue when Hudson awoke in the morning.

“Hey sweetie.” I spoke from the stovetop, cooking a few eggs for Hudson to eat for breakfast. I watched the boy peek around the kitchen and dining area before he padded off into the living room. When he returned, he came to my side and hugged my leg. “Sleep well?”

“Okay.” His distant and somber tone made me sigh. Both of my boys were anything but happy. It hurt knowing I could do nothing to help either.

“We have to talk, okay?” I watched his big eyes shoot up to my own. I wondered if he already knew what was on my mind. “Go sit. I’ll bring your plate over.” And I did just that. Once I finished cooking the eggs, I put them on a small plate and grabbed a fork, carrying the items over to set them down on the table. I pulled my chair out across from Hudson. The lack of Auston at our table was oddly unsettling. We’d both grown used to his presence in the mornings.

“Auston‘s really stressed.” The mention of the man lost my son’s interest. His eyes didn’t lift from his plate. “You’re not making things easy, hun. And I understand your allergies are killing you, but that doesn’t give you any right to be difficult or mean.”

Hudson dropped his fork on his plate, looking down at his lap.

“Have you been mean?” I leaned forward slightly, listening in the silence. Listening until I heard a quiet sniff. “Hudson?”

“I didn’t mean it.” His broken tone made me raise a brow.

“Honey, what didn’t you mean?”

“Did I make him leave? I didn’t want him to leave. Is it my fault?” His questions made me shoot up from my chair to cross the table, kneeling on the floor by Hudson.

“Honey.” I spoke in a stern yet soothing tone, reaching upwards to cup his tear stained cheeks. “Hudson you could never scare Auston off. He loves you.” I cooed.

“I’m so sorry, momma… I didn’t mean it!” Somewhere in the midst of the chaos, mistakes had been made, and i finally understood the issue. An issue I never should have left Auston alone with. “I don’t really hate him… I didn’t mean it.”

“Hudson, why would you say that?”

“I didn’t mean it, momma.” His quiet cries turned into sobs.

“Shhh.. okay honey.” I rubbed my son’s head, my heart hurting for both Auston and Hudson. They both needed comfort I wish I could have provided sooner.

“I don’t hate him.” Hudson whispered in a broken tone.

“I bet Auston would like to know that.”

“Not if he’s mad at me.” I shook my head.

“He still loves you, honey.” I wiped his tears one last time. “You just need to apologize.”

From day one, Auston’s mind had been plagued with worries. What if he wasn’t good enough? Or what if he couldn’t be a good father? What if he wasn’t cut out for all the responsibilities, or he couldn’t be a good role model? He never actually prepared himself for the day the kid he’d worked so hard to earn the favor of, would say he hated him. Auston had been floored when Hudson screamed it across the house. It was worse than any pain he’d ever felt before. It was the last thing he’d wanted. And he didn’t know how to tell me. I couldn’t blame him. Because it was a situation I didn’t actually understand. When I turned up with Hudson on his doorstep, a piece of me didn’t expect him to be home, but sure enough, Auston had opened the door just minutes after knocking. Felix stood at his feet, clearly oblivious to the situation, panting excitedly at the sight of Hudson. His best friend.

“Hey Aus.” I flashed the man a tender smile. Auston breathed a sigh that made his shoulders droop.

“Hey.. is everything okay?” Auston opened the door wider, an invite inside. I hesitantly stepped into the home, resting a hand on Auston’s hip and pressing a quick kiss to his chest.

“I came to check on you.. Hudson did too.”

“I was uh.. Felix needs to go on a walk.”

“Let me handle it.” I slid past Auston to grab the dog’s leash, calling Felix and kneeling to get him hooked up. “I’ll be back soon.”

I had faith in my boys making up. Despite the fact that Auston wasn’t Hudson’s father yet, I still knew that they had the ability to talk about their emotions and communicate well. They had never fought before… but I had faith they could apologize and move on.

“Mom,” Hudson called for me softly.

“I’ll be back soon, honey. I promise you’ll be okay.” I pressed a kiss to my son’s head before patting his back, and gently pushing him inside. “Fifteen minutes max. That’s how long I’ll be gone.” I reassured both boys before stepping out the door. Auston hesitated before shutting it behind me.

Was I worried? Sure. But again, I knew they’d be fine.

Auston shuffled his feet nervously for a moment before glancing back down the hallway. “You thirsty, bud?” He asked Hudson, the two making eye contact for the first time since their fight.

“A little.” Neither knew how to begin the conversation, so instead, Hudson and Auston walked down the hall and fetched two glasses of water, before settling in the living room on the couch.

“Your mom wants us to talk.. doesn’t she?” Auston took initiative, holding the cold glass of water between his hands.

“Yeah.” Hudson nodded, eyes examining his own water like a science experiment.

“I’m sorry your allergies have been so bad.” Auston slid a bit closer. “I know that stuff sucks. And I wish I could have been a better help.”

“Mom said we’re gonna see a doctor next week.” He paused. “She said they’re gonna give me something that should work better than the pills.”

“Hudson I was only trying to help.” Auston could barely handle dancing around the subject, so he decided to face it head on.

“I know.” Hudson’s little voice quivered.

“There’s nicer ways to treat the people trying to help you. And I understand if you had frustrations. It’s okay to have those, but there’s better way to communicate frustration than insults. Mean words hurt people.”

“I’m sorry,” Hudson whispered, peeking up at Auston, guilt in his sad features. “I don’t hate you.” The words took a huge weight off the shoulders of both boys. Auston let out a shaky sigh, and Hudson felt far less guilty than before. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay.. Hudson it’s okay.” Auston set his glass of water down, reaching for Hudson, who slowly got up and climbed into his lap. Auston rubbed Hudson’s back while the boy sat with him, a mutual understanding between them that there was still love shared. Their relationship remained strong despite what had happened.

“You’re not mad?” Hudson pulled his head from Auston’s shoulder to look at the man.

“Nobody’s perfect, Hudsy. You’ll learn that as you grow up.. and you’ll make other mistakes. Just like I will. And that’s okay. It’s important that people have patience with one another… I’m not mad. I love you so much. Just do me a favor and try to communicate a little better in the future when you’re upset, okay?”

“You’ll help me.. right?”

“Absolutely.”

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His favorite

Teacher Joel x f!reader

Summary: You’re a needy girl who needs to be taken care of, the pressure of studies weighting on your back making you sleep deprived. He is a reserved man in his 40’s thinking his age can’t attract a love interest into his life. And he’s needy too.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI . Unprotected p in v, oral sex (f receiving), fingering, Possessive Joel, reader is in her 20’s, No specific description of reader body except the gender and outfit. Age gap, no outbreak, porn w/plot, very slightly mean Joel ( he just doesn’t show much fluff ), dirty talk, no use of y/n

w/c: 2.1k (this is short, see a/n )

a/n: this is my first smut hence why it’s short !!! PLEASE GIVE CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM, I wanna learn !! Also give ideas if you have any <3 If this gets a few likes and some appreciation I might keep going with this so tell me if you’re intrested !!!

His eyes makes you shiver every time he looks at you, like thunderbolt sliding along your spine all the way down to your core making it ache so bad for him. Your head hurts like hell, the sound surrounding you feeling like a bell ringing constantly in your ears as the students around you chats in group, thinking about their projects.

“Hey ? Are you okay ? You seem distracted.” The girl next to you interrupting the bell

“Yeah, head hurt that’s all” you feel your heart pumping in your head, and hear your blood stream in your ears.

“ You better focus, I don’t want my art grade to go down just because of you” she spits

You can’t stand the people around you. Ever since you started university a few years back, everybody turned into unfriendly assholes thinking having a second of inattention can ruin their whole year

They’re not wrong, in a way. You’ve been distracted since the start of the year by your art teacher, Mr.Miller, and you can’t think of anything but his brown hair with a pinch of white snow on the roots, his messy beard with a visible growth along the neck and his square glasses makings his jawline stand out more. You want to kiss it, bite it.

There you go again, not paying attention, but at least you forgot about your headache for a second.

You take a box full of pills and a water bottle half empty out of your handbag and put one in your mouth, swallowing it with the mid temperature water making you grin.

“ Is everythin’ okay here ?” He say, him, Mr Miller. “ Noticed you were making faces and didn’t seem to focus too much, need’a hand to the nurse office ?”. You can feel your cheeks turning red, a burning sensation matching with the burning between your thighs. That’s how bad your attraction to him is.

“ I’m okay, I took a pill but thanks” you nod, putting your head back between your hands.

You suddenly feel a large hand on your shoulder, making you lift your face again.

“You’re going to the nurse office, right now” he say with a harsh tone.

He is now next to you, walking you to the nurse office. You start walking a bit wobbly, feeling his eyes on you making you forget how to walk normally. As you get near the office, his pace speeds up a bit to walk in front of you, reaching for the door to open it. He lets you in with a small gesture of his hand telling you to go in.

“Hi Mr. Miller, what’s the matter ?” The nurse says, giving him a huge smile showing her bright white teeth.

“student here lookin’ sick, I’m worried it might get worse with everybody around her chattin’” he says while putting a hand on your back between your elbows.

“I already took a pill, I’m going to be fine, just need a few minutes” your voice low, trying to avoid your head to hurt even more.

“Well I’d be happy to help but I’m going to close soon and you already took a pill, I’m afraid I can’t do anything else to ease the pain darling” she looks at you with a soft smile

She has always been so nice to you, and other people in general. All the times you came in with a bad migraine after a busy night drinking shots of vodka, or for period cramps, she’s been extremely helpful.

“I could take her in my office for the next 30 minutes. Class is ending in 5 minutes and I don’t have any class for half an hour”

You get taken aback once again from your thoughts, your eyes widening from what he just said. You can’t possibly stay in a room alone with just him, HIM, the man who haunts your day dream. The one who’s looking at you in class silently, while you wished he was touching you, feeling you right here on your desk

You’re out of the nurse office and on your way to your teacher’s office two hallways away. You can’t think straight because of your headaches. The both of you reach his door, he take the keys to his office from his back pocket on in his pants and open the door.

“ You wait here, don’t touch anythin’. You can sit on the couch or the office chair, whatever you prefer”

He leave the office, looking back at you when closing the door behind him, catching your gaze.

His office is well decorated. Plants sitting almost everywhere. A succulent on his desk and a few on some shelves with books; a monstera in the corner next to a small CD reader with a disk already in, and other plants you can’t name. His office is mostly brown with wood furniture. His desk is near the back of the room in front of tall windows with black curtains giving the room a dim light, a leather chair tall enough to support his broad back. The couch is near the door, it’s small but there’s enough space for two. The book shelves are on the left of his desk, on the other side some closed shelves with the CD reader on it and a box filed with disk in it. There’s a Lamp at the far end that is turned off.

After a few minutes of contemplating the room, the door opens up again with a large figure coming in.

“I brought you a hot chocolate, didn’t know if ya liked coffee so I went the safe way”

Your headache went down a bit, probably from scanning the room around you that is weirdly relaxing and cozy.

“Thanks, my head feels better by the way” you sit down on the couch.

“That’s good news” he says, putting the hot chocolate cup down on his desk. “ So uh, I didn’t wanna make this too embarrassing so I wanted to talk to you about the project we’re currently doing in class.” He leans on his desk, his butt on the edge of it.

“ ‘Noticed you didn’t seem to fit in well with your classmates, but this is a group project and you need’a work with them, or I’ll have to grade you down.”

He takes the cup from his desk, stands up and hands it to you. You reach for it when your fingers accidentally brushes his, making the hair on your arms and neck rise. He stands a few inches in front of you, crossing his arms.

“I know, sorry. It’s just that my friends aren’t in the same classes as me and I kinda struggle to make friends.” You sip from the cup.

He hasn’t moved, his eyes scanning your body before he notices his own movement and looks away.

“Still. You need to be careful, this could be bad for your grades” he goes back to his desk and turns your back to you, reaching for something on his desk and stars fidgeting with it. Rays of sun are peaking out from the curtains, highlighting his figure. A minute goes by, the both of you staying silent until-

“I noticed you looking at me during class, and this almost every time. Are you being distracted by me ?” He turns around.

Your eyes meet his, a hint of panic in yours.

“l uh…haven’t noticed” your heart pounding in your chest. You’re sure he can hear it. You stand up, anxiety making your legs feel numb.

He walks to you, standing close to your face.

“I’m warning you, this is not appropriate, you know that right ? “ his eyes on your lips, almost devouring them.

“Well, what if I am ? “ you look in his eyes, hoping that this is going the way you want it to go. If not, you will just keep dreaming about him in class and in your bed with your hand down I’m your panties

“I wouldn’t wanna risk anything if I were you darlin’” his breath hitting your face. You know he wants to touch, feel your whole body against him.

“We can just…be careful” your eyes almost begging

“Yeah, you’d be my little secret huh ?” his hands grips your waist, making you gasp, the burning sensation between your thighs growing bigger.

His lips suddenly crash onto yours, teeth touching as he brings you closer to him making your hips grind against his. Moans escape his mouth and yours between kisses.

He pushes you to the nearest wall keeping his lips on yours, reaching to lock the door with a swift movement.

“I’ve been waiting for this for so fuckin’ long “ he grabs your shirt and takes it off, while you zip off your skirt and toss it away.

“Fuck Mr. Miller…are you sure you wanna do this ?” You say while trying to catch your breath.

“I’m more than sure Angel, as long as you’re down for it I’ll do anything you want”

At this point your headache is long gone and forgotten and all you think about is him, him him him.

“Also please, call me Joel” he say as he grips your left leg and put it around his waist, making it easier for him to slide his hand down your cunt.

“Fuck you’re so fucking wet…Been’ wanting me the whole time huh ? “ he grins as his fingers rub against your clit, slowly building up your arousal.

“Please, please just fuck me already” your moans becoming louder and your breath going faster as your hands try to unbuckle his belt.

“Jesus you’re so needy, but you need to be quite, or else we’re gonna get caught, you don’t want that huh ?” He ask as he slides two fingers into your cunt, making you gasp.

“Fuck Joel, “ hearing you say his name is making him go feral. He lift you up in his arms, your legs around his waist as he turn around to put you on his desk, tossing some of his stuff to the ground including his poor little succulent plant.

“When’s the last time someone fucked your pretty cunt, huh ?” He takes his belt away, unzip his pants and take his hard growth into his hand, then slowly rubs it against your wetness.

“It’s been way too long, that’s why you need to stop waiting and fuck me already “

He obeys and starts grinding against your cunt, until his length slips into your core , stretching you out

“fuck you’re so tight Angel” he pants as his hips starts trusting into you, going deeper and deeper.

Your hands grips to his desk, desperately searching for hold as your body moves up and down.

“Shit Joel I think im gonna cum already” you say as his trust are getting deeper touching your sensitive spot inside.

“I wanna taste ya’ on my tongue” he comes out of you, leaving you empty, pussy clenching around nothing as he comes down on you. His breath hits the inside of your thighs, hot and fast until his tongue finally touches your swollen clit.

You gasp loudly, the fleshy part of your hand in your mouth to cover the filthy sound of you enjoying the tongue of your teacher on yourself.

“You taste so good baby, I’m gonna need this as a dessert every fuckin’ night”

He pushed two digits inside of you moving slowly to build your high until you finally cum, covering his fingers with your slit as he takes them inside of his mouth and licks it off.

“Fuck” you pant, coming down of your high with your heart racing maybe too fast

You know he probably ruined you for any other man, as short as it was, his cock was surely way bigger than you thought.

He stands up, putting his pants and belt back on.

“wait you didn’t finish, maybe I can help you out” you say, grabbing his tie making him come closer to your face, nose almost touching.

“Maybe for next time, sweetheart.”

Next time ? Oh. My. God. Next time.

“You wanna see me again?”

“Why not ? ‘s long as we keep this secret then I’m fine in fucking your here ‘n there in my office” the side of his lips lifting.

“ I’m down but, I’m not sure I just want to be some kind of doll to you.”

Your love for him is growing, there’s no doubt. But you want more than just sex here and there. You take a pen from a cup on his desk and a note from the note pad to write your number down and put it in the pocket of his buttoned up shirt.

“Well, was scared to ask but yeah, maybe we can go further than just some filthy sex” you look in his eyes, a smile showing on your face.

“What about going out to the restaurant just down the street then maybe I’ll let you suck me off ‘til I cum”he say, smiling back at you, exiting the room.

[autumnywinter]

Im crazy for this blog! Do you mind writing for yandere Baizhu or some hcs? Maybe a modern au?

Baizhu's more just a clinician than a pharmacist here because I'm obsessed with yandere doctors. It's been a while since I wrote for him, I'm not very confident in this but I hope it's still good ^^

Yandere!Baizhu x Reader

TW: Heavily implied noncon somnophilia, drugging, doctor/patient, gaslighting

You had been seeing and hearing things. It started with little noises outside of your window at night, rustling and shuffling. It scared you, but not enough to do anything about it. Next thing you knew, you swore you were seeing white flashes through your window at odd hours of the night. You'd look out the window, and there'd be not a thing in sight except for the stillness of the night.

It got worse.

Items of your possession began to go missing, mostly clothing, oftentimes dirty. You told yourself it was probably due to your own absent-mindedness, but you knew deep down that something was wrong.

The thing that set you off was when you'd wake up sore and hurting. There'd be scratch marks on your arms and back, and bruises you swore were hickeys on your shoulders and neck. They were in places you couldn't have reached yourself. Your mind had jumped to the worst case scenario, and you were terrified.

Yet your trusted doctor brushed it all off, saying you were getting hallucinations and stressing yourself out far too much. He claimed what you were so sure were hickeys, were actually just bruises. He said you were likely a sleep walker due to your increased stress, hence it made sense that you'd unintentionally hurt yourself while asleep. You'd bought into his reasoning, because he'd always been so trustworthy and reliable.

He gave you medication to help you, but you couldn't help but feel like what he prescribed made it worse. You found yourself more groggy than usual, and often having nightmares. You felt physically sick most days.

But Doctor Baizhu was so trustworthy, you felt like it was the right choice.

You noticed how his fingers would linger longer than they should whenever he took your pulse. You noticed how his eyes would dilate when staring at you for just a bit too long. You noticed how his touch felt wrong, like there was something else behind it. But you were just being paranoid, just as Baizhu said.

"Feeling sick again?" Baizhu's cold hand pressed against your forehead. The touch sent a shiver coursing through your body, the sharp contrast in temperature setting your nerves on edge.

"Yeah," you managed. Your voice was barely a whisper.

"That's unfortunate," Baizhu sighed. He clicked his tongue a few times in thought. "Well, if you continue taking this medicine, you should start feeling better soon. Although I'm starting to worry the side-effects are a pain. I have something else to try, so if you would just give me a moment..."

Baizhu walked off to the other end of the room, leaving you alone. You swallowed hard, wincing slightly at the uncomfortable feeling. Your throat was always dry lately, and you found yourself struggling to swallow, let alone eat. You wished you could sleep, but the nightmares always left you a groggy mess. You could never remember them, only that they were terrifying.

"Ah, here we are," Baizhu smiled, snapping you from your thoughts. He had a bottle of pills, shaking out one singular white one. "It'll dissolve in your mouth. It's to help ease your nausea. I know you haven't been keeping anything down well lately. Hopefully this should help."

You extended a hand, to which he placed it in your palm. Were doctors even allowed to give out pills directly? You weren't sure, but shrugged it off. You popped it into your mouth, and Baizhu was right. It quickly dissolved, and you were surprised that it didn't have a funny taste. You were expecting something bitter or awful, but there was nothing.

"It'll take some time to kick in," Baizhu assured you. "I'd like it if you stayed here until it does. It might make you a little dizzy."

"Sure," you nodded. You had no reason to distrust Baizhu, despite every fibre of your being telling you something was wrong.

The medicine kicked in quickly. Within ten minutes, you were feeling a bit weird, like you were floating. Your head was lighter. Baizhu noticed you swaying and pushed you gently onto the examination table.

"Dizzy?" he asked.

"Uh huh," you replied dumbly.

"Stay lying down," he instructed. Your vision was spinning and your head was empty, so empty you could hardly process the fact he was digging into your belongings and then leaving the room. You wanted to ask him where he was going, but couldn't find the energy. Instead, you let yourself lay there, staring at the ceiling as it spun round and round.

Baizhu came back, rolling in a wheelchair. He lifted you up with a quiet groan, and set you gently into the seat, draping a blanket over you. It was scratchy and thin.

"We're going for a walk," Baizhu said. He wheeled you out, and as loopy as you were, a spike of hazy panic hit you when you saw him leading you to a car in the parking lot that wasn't yours. You tried to protest, but Baizhu cooed, petting your hair and whispering sweet nothings.

"Shhh, it'll be okay. Everything is fine. We're going home."

Baizhu opened the passenger side door, pushing the chair close. He lifted you out with a low grunt. You felt weightless in his arms, like a feather. He buckled you in, and his minty breath ghosted across your face.

"I love you," he murmured.

You passed out before his lips could even touch yours.

[rollingsins]

all hers, part vi

part i | part ii | part iii | part iv | part v | part vi | part vii | part viii | part ix | part x | part xi | part xii | part xiii | part xiv | part xv | part xvi | part xvii | part xviii | part xix | part xx | part xxi | part xxii | part xxiii | part xxiv | part xxv | part xxvi | epilogue

summary:  For as long as Tara could remember, she’d had this thing inside her. Ghostface!Tara origin story. 

warnings: 18+ reference to murder.

word count: 2.6k

a/n: sorry this one took so long, appreciate all the love for this fic! let me know what you want to see next, looking to maybe take some more smutty suggestions for gf!tara ;) 

For as long as Tara could remember, she’d had this thing inside her. 

This hot, horrible, blackout anger that lived in her bones. Lurking just under the surface. It left her in shivers, cold sweats. It left her aching, panting. There was nothing quite like it. 

Her Dad used to call it “The Rage”. 

“Get a handle on The Rage, Tara.” He’d warn before dropping her off at school, “Remember. It’s just an emotion. Like any other emotion. You can control it.” 

He was wrong, Tara couldn’t control it. No matter how hard she tried.

She couldn’t control it the day Peter Millwood stole her crayons. She’d whacked him across the face with her ruler with all the might of a four year old girl. Might have done worse had Mrs. Parker not frog-marched her straight to the Principal’s office. 

She couldn’t control it the night her older sister Sam had stolen her barbie when she was six. She’d wrapped her hands around Sam’s throat, choking, choking, choking until Sam was screaming and her mother was prying her off and smacking her so hard over the backside it left angry, red welts for days. 

Her childhood was scattered with incidents like that. Possessive. Child councilors had whispered to her father. Doesn’t share well with others. 

They’d prescribed therapy sessions, pills that made her so sleepy she couldn’t concentrate in class. Her Dad hung up a poster on the back of her door; a picture of a thermometer. A sliding scale of five numbers: one, a little picture of a cartoon boy smiling, was happy. Five was a little old man, scowling and angry. 

She’d gone to their sessions over and over. Their words in one ear and out the other. Nothing they said ever worked. “Five.” She’d growled at her father in the backseat of the car on the way home from a soccer match. A girl from the other team had tried to take the ball from her. The coach had stopped Tara before she could tackle her to the ground. 

“One.” She’d announced happily sitting in the nurse's office after recess with a swollen hand. A boy much bigger than her had tried to bully her out of her lunch money. Tara had punched him square in the jaw. 

Months flew by. Tara watched as her father turmoiled; no pill, no therapy session could fix her. 

The night before Tara turned thirteen, her father walked out on them. 

Sam blamed herself, but Tara knew the truth. It was her. It was the Rage. He’d spent every spare dime he had trying to fix her but it was impossible. She was a lost cause, after thirteen years, he’d finally figured it out. 

Her mom seemed to think so too. She buried herself in work, business trips, vacations, boyfriends. Anything that kept her away from Woodsboro. Away from Tara. 

Tara cried herself to sleep for two months straight the night he left. 

The Rage had cost her a father, a mother and a sister. It wasn’t what she wanted. She didn’t like the things it made her do. It was like this thing inside of her that took over. Like a demon, swallowing her whole. It was angry, violent. It wanted to hurt. 

And nothing or no-one could help her. 

Sam moved out. Tara learned to spend her nights alone. She taught herself how to make simple foods, like pasta and steak. Her Dad hadn’t taken much when he’d left, so Tara worked her way through his film collection. She didn’t care much for the westerns, or the gangster flicks. She scrunched her nose up at the heist films and the rom-coms. But the horror movies? It was love at first sight. 

She worked her way through the Halloween movies first. Then Nightmare on Elm Street. Texas Chainsaw Massacre. 

Finally, came the Stab movies. 

She’d grown up in Woodboro, she’d heard the stories about Ghostface. 

Stupid name, she’d first thought. Stupider mask. 

But the more she watched the more he grew on her. He began to fascinate her. His motives were always asinine, much like The Rage. The hairs on the back of her neck stuck up at every kill. She became obsessed. First it was the movies, then it was the books. She read every article, spent countless hours on youtube - interviews, theories, facts. She watched them all. 

By the time she’d finished middle school, Tara could recite every stab movie by heart. Better than that -  her focus on the Stab movies meant The Rage had finally lessened. 

She didn’t flip out about trivial things anymore, like someone borrowing a pen, or eating her last stick of gum. Instead, she pictured herself in a Ghostface mask. The blade between her fingertips as she drove the knife deep into said pen-thieving, gum-stealer’s chest. 

Then it had been enough. Just the thought of doing it. Back when she didn’t have anything worth stealing. 

And then she met you. 

It was like fate, kismet. Just like all the tales in all the stupid rom-coms she couldn’t stand to watch. 

She’d been sitting in biology class, doodling in the line of her margin. When she’d looked up, you were there. Beautiful, ethereal. Her heart had almost stopped the moment you’d locked eyes. 

She knew right then and there you were destined to be hers. The Rage purred. It coiled from her around you like an invisible string, tying your fates together. 

The next day she’d asked you out. The next week she’d kissed you, soft and slow, under the gentle hum of your porchlight. And the week after that you were hers. Officially. 

It was perfect. You were perfect. 

Her special, perfect thing. 

Instead of lonely nights on the couch, watching movies by herself, you were there. 

She cooked for you, made you all the recipes she’d spent her early teens learning. Showed you all her favorite horror movies. Spent nights on nights making feverish love to each other. She was your first, and you were hers. Not two months in, naked and entwined, she told you she loved you for the first time.

She was completely and utterly enamored with you. 

“Tell me about your first kiss.” You had whispered one night, laid across from her on the sofa. 

Tara’s first kiss had been awful. With a boy from middle school who hadn’t bothered to take his gum out. You’d giggled at that. 

And then she’d made a colossal mistake: she’d asked you about yours.

Aaron was his name, you’d recalled. He was cute. He’d made your stomach flip. Sometimes you’d see him in the halls. He had long hair now, and he didn’t really look too dissimilar to Tara.  You’d told her so. Nudged your elbow in her stomach. 

“Maybe I have a type.” 

Tara had felt herself get light-headed. Her mouth prickled uncomfortably. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up. 

Her heart hammered. White hot jealousy coiled through her veins. Her stomach dropped; It was back, worse than she’d ever felt it before. She could feel The Rage taking over. 

Not at you, never at you. 

Aaron. Some punk kid with long hair who had dared touch you before she even knew you. 

Her hands itched, she’d needed to hurt something. Someone. Aaron perhaps. 

She imagined him under her, screaming out as she drove her knife into his throat.

“You okay, baby?” You’d asked. Your hands on her back, rubbing softly, “I was just kidding.” You leaned in, pressed a kiss to her cheek, “You’re way cuter than Aaron.” 

Tara had kissed you hard. Shelved The Rage. 

The Rage had ruined everything good in her life, it wasn’t about to take you as well. She’d do everything in her power to protect you from it. 

English class. Her knee was bouncing. 

Withdrawal maybe, from you. It was the only class you didn’t share together. You’d been dating for months now, barely a moment without her. Everyday you were hers, The Rage got stronger. 

It wasn’t just Aaron. You’d had a girlfriend before her, Sadie. You still shared a class together. The Rage wanted her gone, just like Aaron. Your best friend, Chase, watched you with moon eyes. You never noticed but Tara did. The Rage did. It coiled inside her, beating its fists against her chest, screaming to be let out. 

She was pale today, dark circles underneath her eyes. She hadn’t slept a wink. She’d held you tight all night, gripping you as if Aaron or Sadie or Chase was about to break in and steal you from her. 

Over her dead body. 

In fact she was so exhausted, she’d thought she’d imagined it when she heard the boys two rows in front of her saying your name. She tilted her head, listened a little harder. 

“YN. I have Math with her.” Sounded one of the boys. The other one groaned. “Lucky, dude.” 

“Tell me about it. She’s so fucking hot.” 

Tara leaned in. Gripped her pencil so hard it snapped. The blood rushed to her ears as she felt The Rage taking over. 

“I might try to hit that this weekend. She’s always at Freeman’s parties.” 

The other boy had scoffed. “Dude. She’s with Tara Carpenter. Good fucking luck.” 

“Please.” Leered the first boy, “Chicks dating chicks is hot and all, but I bet she’s missing the D. All it would take is a couple of drinks and she’ll be all over me.” 

He had leaned back in his chair with all the swagger of an eighteen year old virgin. 

“Besides. Who knows. Carpenter’s pretty hot too. Maybe she’ll join in.” 

Tara didn’t remember getting home.

She was shaking. Blood rushing to her ears. She’d got into the shower, fully clothed. Turned on the facet, straight to cold, hoping she could shock it out of her system. 

One, two, three. The breathing exercises her Dad had taught her. 

Five, five, five. Kill him, kill him, kill him. 

It had never been this strong before. This wild. When she was a child she’d wanted to hurt, sure. She’d want to punch, or kick, or choke. In her fantasies she stabbed people - but it wasn’t real, it was just a daydream. This time, she’d wanted to kill him. A fantasy wasn’t enough. 

One. Two. Three. 

The cold water wasn’t working. She turned it to hot. Let the water scald her skin. 

One. Two. Three. 

She let out a long, dry sob. It felt like her insides were burning. Rage filled every part of her - from the painful throb of her chest to the fire-like blood flowing through her veins. She could feel her cheeks red, angry. 

One. Two. Three. 

“Baby?” Her head jerked up. It was you. You pried open the bathroom door. 

“Tara?” You stared for a moment. 

She looked a sight. Fully clothed, shoes and all, sat at the bottom of the shower dry heaving. 

You were at her side in an instant. 

“Baby.” You’d cooed as you pulled her to her feet, “What happened?” 

The Rage pounded at her chest, like angry fists trying to claw through her ribcage. She could barely speak. You had turned off the facet, pulled her soaking body into yours. 

“Come on, baby. Let's get you out of these wet clothes.” 

You wrapped her in a towel, dropping to your knees to untie her shoes. She stood, soaking wet and shivering as you pulled jeans down her legs. 

“You’re freezing.” You’d said. Wrapped her tight in your arms. Her body was shaking, but it wasn't because of the cold. If anything, she felt too hot. You had rubbed her arms, kissed her forehead. She’d buried her face in your chest, her hands gripping tight around your waist. 

Mine. The Rage growled. You’re mine. 

You’d fussed over her. Drying her hair with a towel, trying to coax her into bed. 

When you’d leaned over her, pulling the sheets up to her neck, she had grabbed you by the wrist. 

“YN.” She murmured, “YN. Baby.”

“It’s all right, sweetheart.” You had said, “I’m here. I’m just going to get you a hot water bottle and then I’ll be right back-”

Tara shook her head, tugging you down a little harder. 

You let out a quiet gasp as she grabbed you by the hips, pulled you down to her. 

“Shhh.” She’d murmured. Wild eyes. “I need to fuck you. Now. Please.” 

You hadn’t put up much of a protest. She was feverish. Angry. Rough. Each thrust of her hips sent shockwaves through your entire body. 

“Mine.” She had growled in your ear as you came hard around her fingers. 

But not even fucking you could satiate The Rage. It thumped, still there, ever present. It was tormenting her. Flashes of you on your back, the boy from biology thrusting deep inside you. Another flash, you on your hands and knees, him pounding you into the mattress. It made her sick. It made her hands itch with anger. 

It’s you or him. The Rage sing-songed at her. Stick your knife in him before he can stick his cock in her. 

Your fingers on her cheek had snapped her out of it, only for a moment. 

“Tell me what’s wrong, sweetheart.” You’d said. “Where did that come from?” 

She’d looked down at you: lips swollen from her wild kisses. Angry red marks on your hips from where she’d grabbed you and held you down. She’d swallowed hard. She knew what she had to do. 

“Don’t worry.” She’d said. Pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, “I had a problem. But I think I know how to fix it.” 

She’d dropped you home later that night.

Then, she drove into town and bought herself a Ghostface mask. 

-

She was spiraling. 

She could feel it, thrumming, taking over. She was losing control. 

The first murder was sweet relief. She hadn’t meant to kill two of them. Dan was his name, the awful boy who had plotted to get you drunk and steal you from her. She’d been halfway through tearing her dagger down his stomach when his older brother had walked in. 

She’d had to kill him too. No witnesses. She did it quick, felt kind of bad about it afterwards. 

The boost of serotonin at the look on Dan’s face when she’d driven her knife into his stomach more than made up for it. 

For the first time in her life The Rage was satisfied. 

But it wasn’t to last. It itched at her, the fact there were still people out there that had known the taste of your lips on their mouths. The Rage wanted them dead. Tara wanted them dead. Ghostface wanted them dead. 

It was far too much to fight off her natural instincts. She was tired of fighting it. Exhausted. Now she’d known the feeling of her knife sinking deep into someone’s flesh, she didn’t think she could stop it even if she tried. 

Aaron was next. She’d slit his throat while he begged for mercy. 

Then Sadie. She’d stabbed her twelve times in the back. Once for every day you’d been hers. 

Then Chase was all that was left. 

And the worst had happened. 

“Don’t be scared.” She’d murmured as you stared back at her, eyes wide and fearful. Lip trembling. Chase’s blood still dripping off her hands,  “I would never hurt you.” 

It was true. She’d never hurt you. Not even if you had run from her that night. Not even if you'd called the police. She’d turn her knife and drive it through her own heart before she’d ever lay a finger on you. 

But you hadn’t run. You’d stayed, loved her despite the monster that lived inside her. 

The Rage had taken everyone else, but not you. 

Mine. It murmured everytime she was close to you. Sometimes she’d say it aloud. You’d nestle into her, hold her tight. 

Yours. 

Next part

[sorceresski]

Sick Day - Kylian Mbappé

Pairing; Kylian Mbappé x reader

Summary; You’re ill, you neglect yourself and he takes care of you.

You knew it was going to be a shitty day when you woke up at 4am with a splitting headache and the beginnings of a fever. Kylian lay next to you, snoring lightly, his arm draped over your stomach possessively.

Deciding to deal with the fever when the sun rises, you let yourself drift off to sleep. You woke up a few hours later to Kylian rummaging in your shared wardrobe as he prepared to leave for training. You felt even worse now, your entire body ached. You pulled the covers over your head to drown out his noise and the sunlight.

“Amour, are you ok?” He asked, coming into the room. He knew something was wrong because you were usually the first out of bed.

“I might have to call in sick today, I don’t feel very well,” mumbled the heap of sheets on the bed.

You felt the bed dip with his weight, his concerned expression coming into view as he peeled back the covers from your face. He pressed the back of his palm to your neck. “The fever is not that bad. I’ll leave breakfast and some medication in the kitchen before I go. Promise me you’ll take it.”

He knew how much you hated swallowing pills. “I’ll take it,” you rolled your eyes. He still didn’t look convinced. “I promise.” He knew you too well. Satisfied with your response, he pressed a kiss to your forehead and made his way to the kitchen.

You picked your phone from the nightstand to let your boss know you won’t be able to make it to work today, the sound of Kylian in the house serving as background noise.

“I’m leaving!” He yelled, the front door closing after him. The apartment fell silent and you fell into an unpleasant sleep, drifting in and out of consciousness.

———————————————————————

Kylian walked into the apartment 6 hours later to find the pancakes and pills he left on the kitchen counter untouched. He threw his bag to the floor and ran up the stairs.

He opened the bedroom door to find you in the same position he had left you in this morning. He tutted and shook his head. He was disappointed but not surprised, he just wished you would prioritize your health.

“Y/n?” He shook you awake. “You’re burning up!” He immediately sprung into action, ripping the sheets off you and sitting you up on the bed. He took your (his) shirt off you and swept you up effortlessly to the shower.

You blinked the last bits of sleep away. “What are you-” Was all you could get out before you were hit by a blast of cold water. You squealed, attempting to fight your way out of his hold, but he was far stronger than you. He held you under the shower for a couple minutes, getting soaked as well.

He dried you, while you glared daggers into his chest. “I hate you,” you sniffed.

“I know,” he said calmly. He walked out of the room and you took the time to study your reflection, a mess. When he returned, he had changed out of his wet clothes and gave you a fresh pair of clothes for you to wear. Your joints screamed as you shrugged them on, suddenly feeling exhausted and hungry. Very hungry.

He led you back to the bed, making you rest against the headboard. You avoided his eyes, suddenly feeling ashamed at having to be taken care of like a child.

Kylian came back with a bowl of soup and the medication he had left on the counter hours before.

“My mother’s recipe.” You felt your heart swell at his sheepish smile. He placed the medication on the nightstand and crawled into bed beside you. “Something for the fever and headache.”

“Thank you,” you said genuinely, earning a kiss on the corner of your mouth. You cringed away from him. “I don’t want you to get sick.”

“I. Don’t. Care.” He punctuated each word with a kiss. He turned on the tv finding something to watch while the sounds of your slurping filled the room.

A/n: the first thing I’ve written on this app that isn’t smut😭

Requests are open for Kylian, Haaland & Neymar.

[sky-kiss]

Modern AU

A/n: This is just for me. This is just a dumb little treat for me. Puttering in the modern au.

IF HAARLEP TAKES YOU HOME, THEY HAVE ULTERIOR MOTIVES

Raphael's condo is cold and clinically efficient, much like the man himself. It would be different, she thinks, at one of his country retreats—there, he could express himself more freely and indulge in lavish excess. There's a brutalist modernity to his home in the city, with hard edges and white-blue lighting. No color. No personal photos. Nothing incriminating. 

It's also fucking cold temperature-wise. Not an issue with a cocktail of designer pills and booze in your system and the devil's sugar baby whispering sweet-nothings, but a real fucking problem the morning after. There's an insane part of her that wants to crawl back into bed with Haarlep. Write the evening off, call a truce, and just…sleep off the hangover. Maybe a sympathy lay for the road. 

It's not in the cards; she's been gone too long already. 

Father would start to worry. 

Fuck. 

Her clothes are gone. Her phone is gone—concerning. Again, filed away, future problem. For now… she's got what she came for— Haarlep's phone. Predictably locked, but it's nothing Enver wouldn't be able to crack. 

"My—we're looking a touch worse for wear, aren't we?" Raphael asks. The cambion is waiting for her. In her current state, they couldn't contrast each other more strongly. She's a wreck. Raphael is perfect; his robe, slippers, and pajamas are the same beautifully rich maroon. He tips his head to the side, plucking the reading glasses from his nose. "Tell me, little heiress, what would your father think of this…display?" Raphael's gaze flicks from her face to her chest with no hint of interest. He tuts, holding his hand out for the phone. "Indecency and petty theft."

"It's mine." 

"Curious." Raphael reaches into his robe's pocket. "Haarlep was good enough to bring me your phone hours ago." The devil smirks. "You're a heavier sleeper than I might have expected. Or shall we credit dear Haarlep with your exhaustion?" 

Joi screws her eyes shut, sighing. She crosses to him, setting the phone on the counter. "Didn't expect the little shit to be so…prompt." 

"Few do. Curious how often they're underestimated." 

Joi motions to her phone. "I'll take that, thanks." 

He chuckles. "My dear, do you believe you are in a position to make demands?"

"Not with how my morning's been going." She scrubs her hands through her hair. "Fuck—fine. What do you want, Raphael?" 

"The pleasure of your company, nothing more." The devil shrugs out of his robe and holds it out for her to slip into. "Take a seat. We have much to discuss—to our mutual satisfaction, of course."

[security-chief-odo]

To Love and be Loved in Return - Chapter 5: The Morning After

Roy Kent x Reader

Chapter 1 2 3 4

Word count: ~1.7k

Description: Will drunken confessions lead to sober actions? Of course they will, this is a romance story for fuck's sake.

• • •

Roy tosses and turns on your couch throughout the night. He tries telling himself that it��s just because the couch isn’t comfortable, but he knows it’s more than that. He is wrestling overwhelming excitement over the night’s revelations and crippling doubt that maybe you’d regret it all in the morning.

As he stirs for about the 5th time tonight, it isn’t his own thoughts that wreck his sleep, but a clambering sound from the kitchen.His eyes wrench awake to see you searching through your medicine cabinet.

“It’s on your night stand.” He says, his voice made even more gruff by tiredness.

You jolt at the sound from across the room. You let yourself relax a little once you realize who those words were from and turn to face him with your brows knit in confusion.

“The aspirin. It’s by your bed along with a glass of water.”

“Oh. Thanks.” In your groggy confusion you add, “Why are you in my flat?”

“Good morning to you too.” You flip him off in response, your headache eroding your patience to nothingness. He chuckles to himself as he follows you towards the bedroom, stopping in the doorway, leaning against the frame. “Gonna go out on a limb and say you have no memory of last night?”

You groan at that and flop down on your bed. You have no idea what happened after you called him to pick you up, but that knowing tone lacing his words didn’t bode well for you.

Roy comes closer and grabs the glass of water and ibuprofen and holds them out to you. “Sit up and take these sweetheart. That headache isn’t gonna get any better on its own.”

You slowly sit up, stretching as you do. You take the pills from him, eagerly awaiting the moment the throbbing at your temples fades away. With a large gulp, they’re gone and you’re left with nothing to do but try to piece together the end of the night before.

“So what exactly happened last night?”

“Oh not much,” Roy puts far too much effort into seeming nonchalant as he adds, “just you confessing your undying love for me.”

You don’t process the way that Roy is smiling or that he called you a pet name just moments ago, you are too consumed with self-doubt when you practically beg, “Please tell me you’re joking.”

He tries to seem unconcerned when he replies, fearing you may not have meant your words, despite everything, including Keeley pointing to them being true. “Did you mean it?”

“No. Yes. Fucking hell.” You slam your face into a pillow both out of frustration with yourself and to avoid having to see his face as he inevitably rejects you. With a long sigh you continue, “Yes I meant it. No I didn’t mean to say it.”

The tension that had taken hold of Roy is finally released along with the breath he hadn’t noticed he was holding in. He knows your feelings, so now he can finally let loose and tease you a bit. “So did you also not mean to say yes to being my girlfriend?”

You slowly lift your face from your pillow and Roy falls in love with you again as he can practically read the thoughts on your face as you process his words. “You fucking asshole!” you toss the pillow at him and he only annoys you more by catching it. “You couldn’t have started with that?”

He lets out a hearty laugh at your outburst. “Well I wasn’t sure you meant it and I didn’t want to assume.”

“Of course, I want to be your girlfriend Roy.” you roll your eyes, “Wait, is that why you slept over? Did we do something last night?”

He softly shakes his head, “That’s why I slept on the couch love. I didn’t want to do anything you wouldn’t remember or worse, might regret in the morning”

“That’s very sweet, though I could never regret you.”

Roy can’t fight the smile that crosses his lips at that. “Let me make you breakfast.”

**********

After breakfast you take over cleaning up since he did all of the cooking. You’re about halfway done when Roy comes up behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” he mumbles against your neck.

“And watching me do dishes is what made you realize this?” you say in disbelief.

“No, you walking into my office the day we met is what made me realize that. I just haven’t been allowed to say it until now.” He kisses at your neck and you squirm in his arms.

“Roy, I need to finish the dishes and you are not making that easy right now.”

“Oh am I distracting you?” He teases.

“Yes, you are. I’d like to not have dishes to do later if you don’t mind.”

“I do mind.” He reaches around and takes the dish and sponge from your hand, discarding them into the sink. “I’ll take care of them later if you’ll let me take care of you now.”

You turn in his arms, “You better put them away in their spots too.”

With that he nods and finally locks lips with you. Your thoughts melt away as need courses through both of your veins. The kiss is almost painfully slow at first. His lips barely touch yours in a soft, tender kiss. “I’ve waited so long for that.” He sighs as he presses his forehead to yours.

“Then, why’d you stop?” With that, he crashes his lips against yours. The intensity of this kiss consumes you as he slides one hand off of your hip along your side before having it rest at your neck, holding you close to him.

You gasp and he deepens the kiss. As if moving of their own accord, your hands settle on his chest, feeling his strong muscles tense as he pulls you flush against him. His hand against your neck moves slightly upwards, entangling itself in your hair. He pulls at it ever so slightly, guiding you to tilt your head, granting him unfettered access to your neck.

Roy leaves a trail of kisses down your jaw as he finds his way to your neck, leaving warm, hot kisses in his path. He zeroes in on your pulse point and you let out a moan. His hand at your hip slides down to the top of your thigh, toying with the hem of your pajama shorts. You can’t help the shiver that takes over your body at this teasing touch.

He lets out a pleased hum at your reaction and lets the hand that was in your hair drop to the hem of your shirt. He slides your shirt up just enough to let his warm hand settle against your now bare waist. You grind up against him eagerly as you feel his arousal against you and he practically growls.

Both of his hands drop to just below your ass to lift you up onto the counter. You slide your shirt up and off and he pulls back to openly oggle you. “You’re so fucking sexy babe.” he groans. His mouth latches onto one nipple, and your back arches as you get the attention you have been craving from him for so long.

His hands tease at your inner thighs and your hips buck desperate for him to touch you. One of his hands settles at the apex of your thigh and right as he lightly grazes your clit with his thumb you hear your phone loudly ringing in the other room.

“Fuck.” you both groan simultaneously. He pulls away and you rush to answer your phone. He follows, hoping maybe this will be quick and you could pick up right where you left off.

“Hey Keeley, what’s up?”

“I’ll be there in like 5 minutes.” she replies.

“What?” you ask.

“We’re going dress shopping, remember?”

“Fuck, I totally forgot. I’ll need a bit longer than that to get ready. I’ll text you when I’m ready and then you can head over.”

“I’m already in the car, I don’t mind waiting in the living room while you get ready.”

You can’t think of a good reason to say no, so the panic sets in as you say, “Of course, see you in a few.”

Roy cocks his head at you. “Keeley’s coming over?”

“Dress shopping”

“Shit.” He groans.

“We can’t tell her this happened yet,” you say gesturing between the two of you, “she’ll be way too smug about it.”

He nods curtly as he frantically gathers his keys and coat to go hide in your room. You’re brushing your teeth when you unlock the door for Keeley. You gesture silently to the couch as you rush back into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

Once you finish getting ready, you quietly kiss Roy before leaving with Keeley.

**********

After hours of shopping and chatting, you settled on the perfect dress for the gala and she pulls up to your flat to drop you off. You grab the dress bag from her trunk and come back to tell her goodbye.

As you start to walk away she calls after you, “Tell Roy I said hi!” and that makes you stop dead in your tracks. You turn back to her and try to play dumb but before you can get out an excuse she cuts you off. “You smell like his cologne and his car is literally right there babes.”

Tempted to try to deny it anyways, you think better of it and reply, “You knew the whole time didn’t you?”

“Since before I stepped foot into your flat.” she nods. “Love ya! Have fun with Roy.” She waves with a wink before pulling away. As you bound up the steps to your flat, a flush crosses your face in both embarrassment at being found out so quickly and in excitement that Roy didn’t leave.

• • •

Sorry for my absence y’all! Life’s been crazy, my pipes burst twice, I’m getting a promotion at work and I got engaged.

Taglist: @infinetlyforgotten @taytaylala12 @siriuslyreads @ashy-kit @isla-finke-blog @laukora1030 @tamberjo @queen-of-the-downtown-scene @harry-bowie-mercury

[aetherdoesthings]

hello!!! i hope you're having a good day!

i've been suffering from insomnia for a while, and i can't really get a good night's sleep. can i request a female insomniac reader x nico robin? like i love her so much i would die for her. general hcs are fine as well if u don't wanna write a lot.

thank you!!

hello anon!! thanks, i had an okay day today! i'm sorry to hear that you're suffering from insomnia, i hope you feel better. i would literally die for robin too like 🤭

forethoughts: ahhhhhh debating if i should a. write luffy x reader part 3, b. write hanahaki au!reader x robin part 1, c. practice my cello. hmmmm.

notes: fem!reader, platonic-y with suggestive romance

You wanted to sleep.

You needed to sleep.

Ever since you joined the Straw Hat Pirates, you’ve been having some sleeping problems. Maybe it was because of the waves that made you seasick, or the occasional sound of the wood creaking that shook you, making you think the ship was about to crash. You were always a light sleeper before you joined the Straw Hats, but it got worse.

You had asked the resident doctor on the ship for a remedy, after accepting that two sleepless nights might not help you have a good performance the next day. 

A notable example and sign that told you you needed help was during one day, when Nami was doing a ‘routine cleaning’ to make sure we weren’t keeping any junk that would attract bugs and all that. As you were sorting out what you wanted to throw out and what you wanted to keep, you mixed up both piles. If it wasn’t for Robin catching you holding a box of all your clothes and prized possessions into the giant trash bag, you would’ve lost a lot of clothes and trinkets you adored.

Chopper had given you some pills to take to help you sleep, advising you to drink some sort of tea and do meditation before you would rest. You decided to listen to him, as you sat on your bed, taking the pills and the tea, focusing on your breathing for a good ten minutes, before lying back down, closing your eyes.

You immediately woke up the moment a wave hit the boat, forcing you to sit up as you let out a frustrated groan, mad at your incapability to just relax. It was 12am. Everyone should be asleep, aside from the ones keeping watch. You decide to make use of your time, venturing out of your room and finding a more comfortable place than your own bed to sleep in. 

Your legs absentmindedly made their way to the resident archaeologist’s place, your hand turning the doorknob and entering the library. You expected the lights to be off, as Robin was already asleep at this time. However, to your surprise, the lights were on, and the archaeologist herself was sitting on the couch, reading a book. 

Robin glanced up at you from her book, a small smile on her face. “Ah, Y/N, may I help you? It’s quite late; you should be asleep.”

You try to close the door and head back into your room and bury yourself in embarrassment, but it’s too late. You closed the door behind you, looking down at the ground. “Uhm… I was trying to find a place to sleep… I didn’t know you were here. I’ll go, I’m sorry for intruding.”

Before you could place your hand on the door knob, a hand that sprouted from the door prevented you from doing so.

“Please. You’re not intruding; I was just wrapping up.” Robin smiled warmly at you. “Are you having a hard time sleeping again?”

“Y-Yeah… I am… How did you know?” You raised an eyebrow, wondering if Robin had occasionally sprouted a hand with an eye in it, staring at you tossing and turning in bed.

“Your behavior in the day reflects your rest during the night. And let’s just say… you haven’t been the same ever since you joined. And ever since that little mishap during Nami’s cleaning day… I had a suspicion you were having a hard time sleeping.” Robin stated matter-of-factly, her voice warm and lulling.

You scratched the back of your head, looking away. “Chopper already gave me some meds…”

“Is it working?”

“No…” You shook your head, relenting to the fact that Robin was now fully aware of your sleeping problems. Of course Robin would catch onto your problem; she never misses anything when it came to you. So what’s the point of even hiding it from her, then?

“I tried sleeping just now… taking the pills and trying to meditate. I still can’t… the waves just keep jolting me back awake, I don’t know what to do.” You exasperated, leaning against the door as you held your tired head.

“Come. Sit with me.” Robin patted the empty seat beside her on the couch, as a hand helped put her book away. Reluctantly, you trudged towards the archaeologist, creating a dip in the couch. You sat with your knees pressed against each other, your back not pressing against the cushions. 

“I don’t bite.” Robin smiled at your effort to use as little space as possible, patting the spot that was directly next to her. “Please.”

You moved closer to her, until her shirt brushed against your shoulder, the scent of fresh ink and flowers making your body relax. Robin always made you feel as comfortable as possible; she let you nap on her during the day (which probably helped contribute to her speculation about your sleeping problems), always checked in on you to make sure you were drinking enough water or weren’t about to accidentally hurt yourself.

“Why don’t you try sleeping with me tonight?” Robin nonchalantly suggested. 

Your face flushed red, as you furiously shook your head. “Y-You don’t need to do that. I-It’s fine, I couldn’t possibly ask you to sacrifice your space in order to help me sleep-”

“I’m not sacrificing anything, Y/N. Your sleep matters to me. Lie down on my lap. Don’t be shy. It might help you.”

“I’m not sure-”

Several hands gently push you against Robin’s body, making you lie down on her soft lap, your body curled into a fetal position as you laid down on the couch. A blanket was placed on top of your body, several hands tucking you in as Robin placed a hand on your head. She intertwined her fingers and your hair, gently patting your head to get you more comfortable and relaxed. Your shoulders slumped, as your legs moved away from your chest, letting the warmth and comfort Robin gave you seep into your body.

“Shall I read you a story? Perhaps that could lull you to sleep.” Robin suggested.

“S-Sure…” You replied, as you felt your eyelids getting more heavy the more Robin petted your head.

With the help of her hands, Robin picked up the book she was reading, as she began to read it out loud, her soft and elegant voice filling your ears, making your brain calm down, your muscles relaxing. You let yourself close your eyes, letting down your guard in front of the archaeologist. The deeper she got into the story, the sooner you felt yourself succumb into a slumber.

Your body jolted the moment a wave crashed into the Sunny, your head rising from Robin’s lap. But since she had your head in her hand, she gently forced you back down, giving you a warm and reassuring smile.

“It’s okay. It’s just a wave. It’s alright, you’re safe.” Robin whispered. 

You let out a shaky breath, nodding your head to let Robin know she could continue reading her story. You were safe. Safe. Safe in Robin’s hand. Safe with Robin. You were safe. 

Another wave hit the ship, but this time you didn’t flinch or move. You were safe. As long as you were with Robin, you were safe. You closed your eyes, feeling Robin’s warmth and inhaling her scent as you slowly drifted off into a well deserved slumber.

“Y/N…?” Robin whispered softly. You looked adorable in her arms; head resting on her lap, eyes closed and blanket covering your body. She couldn’t help but smile at your form, as she placed her book down. With her own hands, she scooped up your tiny body, carrying you back to her room, laying you down on her bed before crawling in next to you. 

“Goodnight, my dear.” Robin let out a deep breath, as she closed her eyes too.

[barcalover86]

Can we please get sick gavi being looked after by his girl and he’s just pouty and sad but she fully babies him? 🥹 your writing is so good your updates make my day!!

Sacrifice

Thank youu!!

Masterlist

Pablo wasn't feeling too well today, since morning when you woke up next to him you noticed that he was acting different.

You asked him if he was okay and he only told you that he is just feeling a little dizzy, but only because he didn't eat enough, which you believed.

It was the Sunday after a game and it was his day off. You talked a few days before that you were going to visit his parents today and go to some party together, but now you were eating and Pablo seemed like he only got worse.

"Amor, you don't look too well. Please tell me, does something hurt you because it's clearly not the hunger anymore?"

"I don't know, I just feel...weak? I don't even have the strength to stand up now" he laughed, but you were serious.

"No joking, Pablo! Let's go to the couch and I'll see what I can get you to feel better"

He did as you said, and you tried to look for some special medicinel (anti-doping). There weren't many options, so you decided to give him some tea, hoping it would make him feel better.

"I don't have any pills for you so I'm just gonna go buy some, ok? Wait for me here, I'll be back. Drink your tea!!" you said to him while kissing his forehead, which was kinda more hot than his normal temperature.

You looked at him in awe, with a sad face. He only smiled back at you and thanked you.

"Come back quickly, please." he laughed and your rolled your eyes.

You went to buy him some plants medicine and some things to make him a soup. When you got back, Pablo was still on the couch, but now he was sleeping. He was sweating like crazy and he was really red which made you a bit scared.

You tried to prepare him a glass of water, seeing that he finished his tea, to give him the pills you bought, without making any loud noises to wake him up.

"Cariño, wake up a second, please!" you said gently, touching his face slowly.

"Hmmmmm" he said with a crying voice.

"Is it that bad, Pablito?" you asked him while giving him the glass of water.

He only nodded and you touched his forehead and cheeks, feeling the hotness from his skin. You made a sad face, seeing your boyfriend that sick, made you really scared and in that moment, all you wanted to do was to take his pain away.

You kissed his cheek and helped Pablo to go to sleep again, telling him that after 2 hours, you would wake him up to eat some soup.

Pablo was sleeping peacefully while you were preparing the food for him and when it was ready, you woke him up again to help him eat.

He had tears in his eyes, saying to you that it was hard for him to breath and that he is feeling really hot. You gave him a towel that you put in really cold water to put it on his forehead and cheeks, so that he would feel a bit better. It helped him a lot and you gave him another pill, hoping that it would help him even more.

You called his parents to say that you can't make it today and they understood, hoping for their boy to be healthy again. They were really thankful for you, taking care of their son.

You as well called Xavi to tell him that Gavi is not feeling well and he might miss some of his training sessions.

Now you were on the couch, playing with Gavi's hair while he was holding your hand, sleeping. You didn't do anything for hours, only watching him.

He was sleeping a lot, that being the only think he could do, without being in pain. Every hour, you would change his towel to another and at every 3 hours, you wpuld give him his medicine again with a cup of tea with honey.

That night, you hadn't slept at all. You only watched him sleep on you. You wanted to be sure that nothing happened to him.

You did everything to make him feel better. You even helped him shower in the morning so that he wouldn't feel the hotness for some time. You would make him food that helped him recover quickly and were sure to give him enough protein to not lose that much of his muscles. He had to return soon to his training so you tried to prepare him a bit.

You would stay with him all the time, him being really clingy now. Always cuddling with you, sleeping on your lap, or holding one of your fingers. You were always there for him, and he was so thankful for having you in his life.

It wasn't easy to look out for Gavi, but you really loved him, and for every sacrifice you did to stay beside him, you knew he deserved it.

I hope you liked it!!! Have a nice day love youu

[racingline3]

Rest ~ Daniel Ricciardo

Daniel Ricciardo x Reader

Description: You want to go to the race but Daniel is worried about you not being well.

Slight mentions of not feeling well

~ fluff ~

"Babe. I think you should stay here." Daniel says as you try very hard not to sway on your shaky legs.

You're not well. You know it. Daniel knows it. But you didn't fly out for this Grand Prix to stay in your hotel room while your boyfriend raced.

"I'm fine." You say in a hoarse voice before sneezing. You're not convincing anyone.

"I think you should stay in bed, rest and drink lots of fluids." He says softly, placing his hands on your waist and gently moving you to sit back down. It was just in time as the room starts to spin.

"But I want to see you race. I want to be there for you." You whine through the pain in your throat, you can't come up with anymore arguments seeing as you're sure your brain is filled with cotton wool at the moment.

"And I love you for that." He says. "But I want you to get better not feel worse and there are plenty more race weekends."

This is a lie. With your job it was hard enough to get to the few races you could in the year. And now you are so close you can nearly see the track and can't go.

"I might have a nap." You concede as he gives you his best puppy dog eyes. "I might be better in half an hour."

He let's you believe your fantasy and nods his head before tucking you back under the covers of your bed. He places a hand on your forehead. "You know I always think you're hot Babe, but you are literally hot now, I think you should take something for your temperature."

You let him cajole you into taking some pills, take the glass of water he hands you and wonder how you deserve someone as caring as Daniel.

"I'm just resting my eyes." You maintain as he sits on the edge of the bed and strokes you hair.

********************

You open your eyes and Daniel is on the bed next to you. You're wrapped up in his arms and tucked against his chest.

Your favourite place in the world.

"Daniel, you'll be late for your race." You say, reaching a hand up and running your fingers along his cheek to rouse him from his own sleep.

His eyelids open and you're met with his dark eyes and trademark smile.

"It's 8 in the evening, the race is over." He tells you softly, eyes roaming over your face. "You're fever has broken, how are you feeling?"

"What?" You are disorientated as you sit up but the room doesn't spin anymore and your throat isn't on fire. "How did the race go? Why didn't you wake me?"

He runs a hand up and down your back, "Because you needed to rest. And I got P5."

"Daniel! That's amazing!" You gush, rushing forward to kiss him. His hand comes around to rest to the nape of your neck and you deepen the kiss before jumping back. Daniel moans at the loss of contact.

"Wait, you can't get sick, I don't want to give you this..."

"It's summer break now." He shrugs, "And think of all the cosy time we'd catch up on." He smiles, before making sure you drink more water and then tucking you back into his embrace for you both to get some more rest.

[billys-pretty-babe]

I'm sorry to bother you but do you take requests for lil insecure anon here? You're You're amazing writer btw...

If you can and would like to, can you pls write something about Billy being hella sick, can be after or before the events at star course, and for once someone is taking care of him, aka someone being his girlfriend that is also his best friend (sorry I just live for the hcs that billy would date his best friend).

If you don't feel comfortable is fine really! I hope you're having a good day

Hi baby, I take requests from anyone and everyone! Don't ever be afraid to request something from me (it may take a few days depending on how my week is going). I'm so sorry that this is almost a week late.

Let Me

Pairing : Billy Hargrove x Fem!Reader

Summary : ^^^

Warnings : Vomit and swearing

Word count : ~ 1.02k

A/N : Requests are open

His entire body shook as he coughed. It had been almost a month since Starcourt and Billy's immune system was still weak. He groaned, his throat sore, his nose runny and his head was pounding. "Baby," he called out as best as he could, he knew you were somewhere in the house but he wasn't sure where.

The bedroom door pushed open as you held a cup of water and placed it beside him before pushing his sweaty hair back as you felt his forehead. "Baby, you're burning up. You wanna take a bath or shower?" He shook his head and you helped him take the blanket off considering he was shivering and complaining that he was cold not even ten minutes ago.

"Here, drink some water." He nodded and groaned, his body was aching, everything just hurt and he wanted to cry from the pain but he knew if he could face death at eighteen, he'd be fine with whatever sickness he was dealing with at the moment. You helped him sit up as he drank the cold water, letting his eyes flutter shut as the water helped soothe his throat momentarily before he put the glass down.

"Want something to eat?" He shook his head because he knew he wouldn't be able to stomach it, hell, the water made him feel nauseous. "You'll have to eat soon, B." He nodded and laid back down, spreading out as you wiped his sweaty skin with a wash rag. You gently rubbed his cheek, feeling bad for him. "I'll be back to check on you, take a nap, okay?" He nodded and you left the room and he fell asleep.

30 minutes passed and you decided to check on Billy. You walked into his bedroom to see his head in his trash can, his body lurching forward. You hated vomit, always ran when someone would merely gag but this was Billy, the same boy who risked his life to save teenagers a month ago.

You walked over and moved his hair back from his face as you gently rubbed his back. He finished emptying everything in his stomach before you took the bag from the trash can and quickly ran it outside before putting a new one in the black trash can and you grabbed a rag and dampened it with cold water. You hummed as you walked back to him, cleaning his face and wiping the tears under his eyes.

"I fucking hurt," he said, his voice straining. "Want some Tylenol? It might make your fever go down too." He nodded and you searched his cabinet before finding a bottle of Tylenol and you gave him two pills and handed him his water as he swallowed them. He groaned, his head on his headboard as he looked up.

He reached for you, he just wanted to be comforted but he wouldn't allow you to sleep beside him or kiss him because he didn't know what he had and he couldn't bare to see you in the same position he was. You moved closer to him as he held your waist. "Come on, let's get you a bath." He nodded and you helped him to his bathroom as he sat on the toilet lid as you prepped the bath for him. "Make it cold, please." You looked back, your eyes sad for him.

"Billy, it can't be cold, baby. It'll make you shiver and make your fever worse." He nodded and you tested the temperature of the water, making sure it was warm but not too hot or too cold and you helped him strip before putting him in the tub. He sighed and relaxed, shutting his eyes. You wet his hair and washed it for him, knowing the sweaty strands were aggravating him.

He twisted so his arms were on the side of the tub as he groaned and coughed as you rubbed his back. His coughing fit stopped and he put his head on the side of the tub as you gently rubbed his cheek as you talked to him softly, trying to provide comfort for him as you washed his sweaty skin.

"Let me get your clothes, okay?" He nodded and you left the bathroom and found him a pair of sweatpants. "B, do you have any boxers?" "Hamper," he called out as best as he could. You found the hamper with his clean clothes that you had washed two days before and found a pair before going into the bathroom. You grabbed a towel and helped him out of the tub as you handed him the towel and he dried himself off as you unplugged the drain of the tub.

You plugged in his hair dryer and he cringed before you turned it on. "I know baby but I'm gonna try and make it quick. You can't have wet hair or you'll feel worse." He nodded and slid his boxers and sweatpants on. You grabbed the damp towel and slid it under his hair. "Put the towel over your ears so it'll muffle the sound." He nodded and covered his ears with the towel and his hands as you put the dryer on hot and on the lowest setting so the motor wasn't as loud as you quickly dried his curly hair, using the end of the towel to aid you with the excess water.

You finished his hair and dried off his torso and despite being sick he smirked at you in the mirror. "No, you're sick. Go lay back down." He huffed and walked back to his bed and he laid down and covered up. "I'm cold again." You nodded and put the blankets on him as you sat beside him, moving his hair back. "Want me to lay with you?" He shook his head, "Don't want you to get sick." You nodded, "Okay." His hand found yours, his skin scorching hot as he intertwined his fingers with yours, making you smile.

You continued playing with his hair until he fell asleep. You leaned down and kissed his forehead, "I love you," you softly said, your lips brushing against his clean skin.

[kokusfluffyhair]

Hey, I hope you're doing well! <3🥹

I'm a huge fan of your headcanons, especially for Koku🤭 (bro has me running laps and drooling the second I catch a glimpse of him, and the second you post headcanons about him, it makes me do backflips and cartwheels all around my room)

I was wondering if you could write some headcanons for me? I'd like to see how Kokushibo would react when his female s/o is going through her time of the month, and experiences really bad cramps (to the point of literal nausea and difficulty sleeping or finding a position to stand/sit in due to the immense pain of them, sometimes even hunching over due to the cramps)

(This is my first time requesting anything, so I’m kinda nervous ngl. Also, if you don’t feel comfortable writing stuff like this, it’s totally okay :) <3 thank you for taking the time to read my message though, hope you have a good day/night!!!<33)

(On my period rn, and I’m this close to jumping off the roof🤏 worst cramps I’ve ever had in my whole life holy fuck).

This GIF is so cute oml

Aww thanks 💜 I'm glad you like my headcanons! And I hope you're feeling better!

Kokushibou when it's your time of the month

+ At first, he literally thinks you're dying

+ You have to remind him that it's your period and you're not dying. Once you start explaining to him what periods are, he remembers that his ex-wife long, long ago also had them

+ He then gets kind of uncomfortable, because he doesn't know how to handle these "female" things

+ But he loves you, so he'll try

+ When the symptoms get worse, the first thing he thinks is if he did something wrong

+ You have to guide him through a routine of what things you want. He won't know right away to get some painkiller pills or a hot water bottle for you

+ Of course, this would be the first couple times he experiences you having your period, and after that he'll know what to do

+ He'd get you a fuzzy and soft hot water bottle cover to use. This purple one I found in a Google search would be perfect

(pic from megaknihy.cz)

+ He'd make sure that you have enough different kinds of pillows in case you need to change your position or hunch over in different ways

+ He'd offer to hold you and cuddle you. Whenever you need to change a position, he will do it

+ He would hold the hot water bottle on your lower belly so you don't have to hold it yourself. One of his favourite things would be to lay as big and small spoon and he holds the water bottle against you

+ When you're hungry, he'll get you whatever you're craving, even if it means he has to cook it himself

+ Because he's a demon, he gets kind of ... intrigued ... by the blood smell. So you might find him sniffing around that area like a dog

+ The benefit to this is that he won't complain about the bathroom smelling bad from the used products

+ You might find him taking longer than he should in the bathroom just to be around the smell. If you confront him about it, he will get startled

+ Of course, when you are feeling better, he's very relieved. Even though you tell him that you aren't going to die, he still wonders if it's possible

+ He would try to find out of demon women get their periods, and if they don't, he would offer to make you a demon just so you don't have to go through that anymore (I kind of think they don't get their periods, or if they do, they don't bleed and don't feel anything because they regenerate)

[bluegalaxygirl]

Am i crazy? (Zosan X reader) P3

Plot: Reader hasn't been sleeping or eating, they wont let anyone touch then and keeps having accidents. Everyone if worried or thinks they've gone crazy but the reality is so much worse.

Warning: Domestic abuse (Not by the hands of Zoro or Sanji), Bad language, violence, self harm, blood, mental damage, forced kissing and manipulation.

Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship, Reader is GN.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 - Part 7 - Part 8

A few days went by and you were getting worse, the cloths that once fit you nicely hanged lose on your body, your skin was pale, lips slightly blue and your hair was getting thin form it falling out. You spent most of your time locked in your room sitting in the chair in the corner, you slept there most times as well even when Sanji and Zoro asked you to come to bed. Some times the door was locked and no matter how many times they called your name you wouldn't open it. You had the only key to the door now the others going missing. You no longer joined them for food, you ate after everyone but no matter how much you ate you were always skinny and weak. Zoro tried talking to you but you never answered him, you had a strange aura around you all the time and it made him sick. He didn't know what it was but put it down to you being depressed. Sanji tried making your favorite foods and sitting outside your shared bedroom talking to you through the door. You never answered, but he would hear movement inside and sometimes the door would be kicked.

Chopper was stressed out all the time trying to help you, he even got in contact with Law for help and as much as the reindeer didn't want to believe it, Law said some things that made sense, so he had to try it out, he had made you take sleeping pills in front of him but you never slept, so he did something he never thought he would do. He asked Sanji to make you some tea and then slipped a sleeping pill into the liquid, he watched you drink it and half an hour later you were asleep. It confirmed what Law had been telling him and it made him sad to the point where he went crying to Robin who was in the kitchen drinking tea. He felt like he failed as a doctor no matter how much Robin told him he was amazing. He finally calmed down when Sanji made him some tea and sat down with him, Zoro joined them later and the doctor couldn't help but cry into the mans chest apologizing over and over again. "Hay calm down... what are you sorry for?" Zoro sits down holding Chopper close as he finally starts to calm down again "I did something i shouldn't have, it's against everything i stand for but, i'm so tired and Law was right" Robin leans over the table and rubs the reindeer's back "It's ok just tell us, and we can fix it" her voice is soothing and calm as she talks making the doctor look back at Robin and Sanji.

"W-when you made the tea.. i put a sleeping pill in it and gave it to Y/N" he stutters a little through shaky breath "I asked them to take pills in front of me, but they never fell asleep.. Law said that-that they might be throwing it up so i had to see if he was right" Chopper sniffles rubbing his nose "And he was... their asleep which m-means he's r-right and if their doing it with the pills t-then" he stops himself and goes back to hugging Zoro who's teeth are clenched as he holds the doctor close. Sanji places his head in his hands realizing that even though you've been eating your most likely throwing it back up later, it angers him not because of the waist of food but because your starving yourself, it's no longer that you can't eat it's that you won't. "Do you think their trying to kill themselves?" Robin asks, it's a tough question to ask, but she knows it needs to be said. Zoro looks at her with a wide eye, he never thought you could do something like that, Sanji can't help but bit his tongue, he wants to yell at robin for asking, but he knows deep down she's in the right to ask. Chopper lifts his head form Zoro's chest and shrugs "I don't know... i have asked them about it, but they never answer"

Nami's heart broke at the conversation she was hearing, she had just finished her map and went to get a cup of tea when she heard them talking, she couldn't move from behind the door or get up the courage to walk into the kitchen. The hand on the door nob slipped off and down to her side, her eyes fixed on the wooden door in front of her. She had been avoiding you since she yelled at you but she didn't think you would consider hurting yourself. Her heart hurt for you, you were always so lively and kind but now you just look dead inside. She clenched her hands by her side and walked off to her room, she needed to get to the bottom of this no matter what. She wasn't about to let her friend suffer anymore.

Your back hurt like crazy, after drinking that tea you fell asleep and your ex woke you up every time you dozed off, he got angrier and angrier with you, his fingers digging into you back harder and harder each time. You were on the deck at the time trying to get some fresh air form the now stuffy bedroom, but he made you go back, you curled up in the chair near the door trying to stay awake. He hit you every time you fell asleep but you couldn't help it, you were just so tired. He used up most of his energy dealing with you his devil fruit powers needed time to recharge or something, so he left you locking the door to your bedroom behind you and going off somewhere secret to rest. You asked him why once, why didn't he just sleep in the bedroom, but he said he didn't trust you, you could try and kill him in his sleep. It was strange that he feared you a little but you were glad to have some alone time, away form his torture. Whatever was in that tea had warn off by now, you were tired but you knew that if he found you asleep again you'd be in a lot of trouble so you just sat there staring at the wall across form you.

The door handle moved a bit and a clicking sound made you look over at the door, when it opened you didn't expect to see anyone but your invisible ex. Your eyes widen when Nami walks in closing the door behind her, lock pick tools in hand and walking over to you. She seemed upset but you ignored it getting out of your chair and grabbing her arms, the sudden contact made the woman step back a little unsure of what you were doing "You need to go, you can't be here" you panicked, the door was open and there was no way of locking it now, he could be coming back any minute, and he'll surly kill your best friend if he sees her in here. You tried pushing her towards the door, but she was much stronger than you easily managing to stay put. "What? no i'm here to talk. Stop pushing me" Nami looks at you confused, she can see the fear in your face. "No you need to go" you whisper trying not to make too much noise. "Im not going anywhere until you tell me what's going on" she whispers back trying to get you to talk "Nami please... your making a big mistake, you need to" you stop yourself listening out for a moment before you start shaking "he's coming you need to hide" you whisper as she looks at you confused, it's too late for her to walk out, he'll see her so you gather all your strength and shoving her into the nearby wardrobe.

Nami goes to speak but you place your hand over her mouth "Please... just say quiet, i don't want him to hurt you" you whisper taking the lock pick tools form her hand and closing the wardrobe door before sitting back in your seat as the door opens. Nami decided to stay quiet as she hears the door open and slam shut, leaning over slightly she manages to see through the crack in the middle of the two doors, there's no one there but suddenly your thrown out of the chair and into the end of the bed hitting your back against it. You pant and cover your head the lock pick tools falling out your hands as you hit the bed frame. "Why was the door unlocked" your ex yells still invisible and picking up the lock picks from the floor "Where the hell did you get these from?" a hand grabs your hair and lifts your head up off the floor forcing you to sit up. "Im sorry... i just needed some fresh air" you lied, your fear covering up any hint that you weren't telling the truth. "Where did you get them from?" he yells into your face, you can feel his spit hit your cheek as he does "The side draw" you pant keeping your arms close to your chest. He groans and turns off his devil fruit powers showing himself before you, his face is red with anger and for a second you though maybe he was going to kill you.

He slams your head into the floor as your grab his hands trying to stop him. "Iv been so good to you. i let you sleep, i let you eat and this is how you repay me?" he growls letting go of your hair and standing up kicking you in the stomach as hard as he can. "Did you talk to anyone?" he asks watching you shake your head with tears in your eyes as you curl up into a ball trying to protect yourself. "This is taking too long and your getting on my nerves" he grits his teeth looking around the room before looking down at you "I think its time we up the anti. they won't let you go so were gonna make them let you go." he leans back down to you and pulls your face up to look at him, your tear stained face makes his smile, you want him dead so badly at this point but your not strong enough, he made you weak so you couldn't fight back. "Im going to be nice and give you a choice. You either kill someone on the crew .. let's say that doctor fellow.. or you" he sighs pulling out a pocket knife from behind him and opening it waving it in front of your face "You hurt yourself bad enough to where they have to let you go" he smiles knowing what your going to choose.

Your quick to answer even with a shaky voice "Me.. I'll do it" you go to take the knife only for him to pull it away from you "Smart birdy but... you won't do a good enough job" He stands up grabbing your bruised ankle and dragging you away from the bed, you struggle a little scared that he is going to kill you as he stabs the knife into your calf. You scream out in pain yelling at him to stop when Nami jumps out of the wardrobe staff in hand and hit your ex away from you as hard as she can. "Y/N" she yells helping you up as your ex recovers form being hit into the wall. Opening the door she drops your onto the floor, grabs the lock picks he dropped and slams the door closed using the lock picks to lock the door as he runs at it yelling at the two of you. "Nami?" you ask shaking from the pain in your leg as tears fall down your face, the knife still stuck in your leg. Nami shoves the lock picks into the key hole before kicking them getting them lodged so that he can't unlock the door with his key. "I'm sorry. i'm so sorry" Nami cry's leaning down next to you and bringing you in for a hug. "I should have acted sooner i'm so sorry" she cry's into your shoulder as you hold her back. The door is kicked and punched by your ex as he screams names at you and Nami.

Hearing all the noise from the kitchen Robin, Chopper, Sanji and Zoro run out heading to the sound of the noise only to see you bleeding on the ground with Nami holding you. "Y/n" Chopper yells running over to check on you seeing the knife in your leg and the cut on your forehead before hearing a male yell form inside your room. "What the hell?" Zoro runs over with Sanji and Robin looking at the door then to you "Don't open it" Nami yells at them trying to help you stand up but your too much of a mess to move. So much is going through your mind, you could hardly speak as you cried and clung onto Nami for deal life. "Your safe now... he can't hurt you" Nami whispers as Zoro bends down next to you carefully putting a hand on your back, you don't flinch this time, it doesn't hurt when he touches you so you lean closer, your head on his chest as he picks you up one arm around your back and the other under your legs while trying to be careful of the knife. "I'll keep an eye on the door" Robin smiles leaning against the wall nodding at them to leave.