#i get instant headaches then in the evening / morning after will have a cough n runny nose and will feel feverish for days ???

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ive just realised im very allergic to wine ??????????????????, everything makes sense

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Just Take It | Jeon Jungkook | Part Two

Summary: The morning after the disaster that was your engagement party has got your head pounding and you're not even sure what your next move is gonna be. Pairing: Inexperienced f!reader x Best Friend's Dad Jungkook (20 year age gap) Word Count: 5k~ Warnings: Explicit Language (maybe idk I can't remember lol) an argument and idk that's kinda it lol and ofc barely edited lmao a/n: I'm putting out part 2 early as a thank you for all the notes and just the over all interaction you all have given my blog and this story so thank you. I've barely written anything for part 3 so there's gonna be a bigger gap between uploads so forgive me but be sure to check out my other stories as well in the meantime 🥰 Requested by: @kkusadmirer 💜

Hearing the birds outside is the first thing that brings me out of the dream state I had been in. I open my eyes and scan my surroundings and notice that I'm still at Jungkook's house. "What happened last night?" I say aloud, rubbing my eyes and sitting up before laying back down, getting an instant head rush.

"Y/n?" I hear Jungkook from the other side of door. "Come in" I say before thinking twice, not remembering anything about what happened last night. "Good morning sunshine" he says quietly, walking in with a glass of water and pain killers and I sit up slowly as he comes closer.

"How did I end up in here?" I ask and wordlessly thank him and take it real quick and start chugging the water while waiting for his response. "I carried you" he replies leaving me choking at the image.

"You carried me in here?" I ask, embarrassed that he had to take care of me like that. "Yeah you pretty much passed out on me so I kinda had to" he laughs, rubbing my back hoping to help me stop coughing. "I'm sorry I kinda don't remember anything" I admit and I see his face fall a little leaving me panicking again.

"Did I do something stupid?" I cringe and he laughs at whatever memory he has leaving me even more nervous. "No don't worry you were just being cute" he teases and I let out a breath I had been holding, thankful I didn't make too much of a fool of myself, or at least by his standards.

"I'm sorry I guess I lost control a bit" I say, looking down at my hands, embarrassed that I had given him so much trouble to deal with. "You know you say sorry a lot for someone who doesn't really have anything to be sorry about" he say and I sigh, not believing his words but not having the energy or brain capacity to argue.

"Hey" he says, tilting my chin up to look at him, you're fine y/n don't worry. I'm just glad you let me be there for you. I couldn't let you leave in the state you were in so thank you for trusting me to take care of you" he says while rubbing his thumb up against my cheek and all I can do in response is blink, so caught off guard by the sudden skin ship.

"Are you hungry?" he asks, letting go of my chin and taking the water glass from my hand. "Yes and no. Honestly I feel like I'm gonna throw up" I admit without thinking twice. "I mean I-"

"It's okay, you really did drink a lot so I'm not surprised. Let me at least make you some soup so you have something in your system" he says and I nod which satisfies him. "I'll let you know when it's ready" he continues and I nod again, watching as he makes his way out.

I hold my head in my hands, begging for the medicine to kick in so this pounding in my head goes away.  Although I know though that the onset stress of not knowing what happened last night is the real cause of this headache. 'What happened last night?' I question myself silently this time, going through everything that happened yesterday but the part after me coming back inside the house after everyone left is still a little fuzzy.

I sit and think for a little while longer and before I know it Jungkook is knocking on the door again. "Foods ready" he says with a sweet smile making me forget how exactly I'm supposed to respond. "Is everything okay?" he asks, coming to sit on my side of the bed. "I just, I really don't remember what happened last night" I say and he nods and thinks for a second before responding.

"How about this, lets get some food in you first and get you feeling a bit better and then I'll tell you. Okay?" he offers, tilting his head at me and I nod after thinking for a second or two. "Great, now can you get out there on your own or do you think you need some help?" he asks and I quickly go to shut down his offer.

"No Jungkook that's okay I can manage" I say and throw the covers off of me and slowly get up off the bed and I hear him chuckle a bit. "What are you laughing at?" I ask, confused as to if he's making fun of me or not.

"No, no it's nothing. I'm just surprised you called me Jungkook on your own this time" he says as I start to stand and my heart rate picks up, not even realizing I had done that. "Well you wanted me to call you that right?" I ask shyly, but I lose my footing when I stand up, still a bit weak to my dismay but before I have a chance to fall Jungkook catches me and pulls me onto his lap.

"I-" I start but am caught off by the proximity and the memories of last night start to flood my brain and I rest my head on his shoulder just like I did before I passed out.

I groan and he laughs at my reaction, "It all coming back to you isn't it?" he asks and I nod, not daring to make eye contact with him. "I can't believe I asked you to do that. I'm sorry" I say and try to get off his lap but he pull me back on it with his hands that are firmly placed on my hips.

"Hey, you didn't do anything wrong" he says, brushing the hair that had fallen on my face out of the way. If I couldn't breathe before I definitely can't breathe now, especially since I catch him looking down at my lips before quickly flipping them back to my eyes.

"Okay" is all I can manage to choke out and before he's able to do anything else I quickly get up off his lap and walk out of the room, needing to break the tension that had started to build between us.

'What the fuck am I doing? Kissing my best friend...well ex best friend's dad? Like what the fuck is wrong with me?' I walk into the bathroom in the hallway to get an extra five minutes alone so I can try to stop my heart from racing. Who would've thought that in less than twenty four hours I would have a mental breakdown not once, but twice in this same bathroom. 'Why does this shit always have to happen to me?'

After taking a few more breaths and washing my face I walk into the kitchen where I see Jungkook enjoying his morning cup of coffee, or should I say afternoon cup of coffee as I check the clock seeing it's already past two.

"Did I really sleep this late?" I ask, cringing at the thought of yet again inconveniencing him. "Yeah but don't worry I was planning on having a lazy day anyways" he says, reading my mind and motioning for me to sit down at one of the stools on the island he has in his kitchen.

He turns his back to me and starts preparing me a bowl of soup but I can help but check him out, his strong broad shoulders that lead down to his small waist and accompanied by his ass and thick thighs I could just-

"Here you go" he say, placing the bowl in front of me and I quickly bring my eyes to the food he's given me. It smells strangely like home, almost as if my mom had made it for me when I had been sick as a kid. "Thank you" I say quietly and take a bite, moaning at the warm and rich flavor that hits my tongue without even realizing what I'd done.

"That good huh?" he asks while leaning back on one of the counters with his arms crossed over his chest. "Oh- um, yeah. Yes, thank you" I say, quickly tripping over my words but he just smiles before taking another sip of coffee and I quickly go back to eating my soup. This time quietly.

"So what are you planning on doing?" he asks casually after I've finished eating, as if I know what he's talking about. "What do you mean?" I question after taking a drink of water, him having refused to give me a cup of coffee until I had at least drank two cups of water.

"You live with my daughter right?" he questions and my whole mood turns upside down. He takes notice of it and quickly back pedals, "I guess I should've waited for you to wake up a bit more before asking you that" he says, now offering me an apology cup of coffee.

"No it's okay you're right. I probably should figure out what I'm gonna do. To be honest I think I'll move out. Just because being in the same space that I used to spend time with them in just sounds like I'm setting myself up for heartbreak" and he nods at my reasoning but I decide to continue anyways, verbally processing it all.

"If I stay there I'll be reminded of all the good times we had and the many memories we made together and I don't want to be haunted by those images. Plus a fresh start sounds perfect to me" I say and he continues while adding the perfect amount of milk and sugar to my coffee, weirdly.

"So are you just going to stay there until you find a place?" he asks and I think about how awkward it's going to be just working around her until I find that perfect place. "I was thinking I could probably ask my sister if I could crash at her place for a bit" I say thinking of the first solution that comes to mind.

"But doesn't your sister live on the opposite side of the city from your internship?" he questions and I slump at that realization. "You're right. I guess I'll just have to wake up a bit earlier" I say, trying to figure out how to remedy this problem full well knowing it's been hard enough for me to wake up and get there on time even though I only lived ten minutes away.

"Why don't you stay here?" he offers and my whole body straightens up instantly, "You would let me stay here?" I ask, my eyebrows raised as high as they possibly could, surprised that he would even offer something like that and he nods in response.

"You would let me stay here?" I question again, clarifying if I heard him right. "Yeah why not? I've got plenty of space and it's not like we're strangers or anything. Plus your internship is only about ten minutes further from here than where you live now" he says, making good points as to why I should take him up on the offer.

"I couldn't possibly do that to you. I mean I wouldn't want to disturb your life like that. But thank you!" I say, shutting down the idea right away but he persists nonetheless.

"Again, I wouldn't offer if I didn't want to. You're more than welcome to stay here and you can even move upstairs into one of the bigger bedrooms. Plus I have a storage unit that I haven't really used so you can store any big pieces of furniture you might have" he continues, trying to convince me even more and when he sees that I am about to refuse again he comes up with a compromise.

"Stay one more night. Tomorrow's Sunday right? That way you won't have to worry about work or anything like that so we can just relax and talk about things over today and tomorrow and then you can decide what you'd like to do" he says and it gets me to think about it for a second which makes him hopeful and ultimately I end up accepting.

"I guess I could stay one more night" I say and he gives me a half smile which some how makes me more nervous than a full one and so I take the first sip of my coffee that has honestly gone cold by now.

"Perfect. Did you want me to go take you to your place to pick up some clothes that you might need?" he questions, jumping at the opportunity to be helpful. "No that's okay. I drove here so I have my car out front" I say, shutting his next offer down but he make another good point that has me second guessing myself.

"Are you sure you want to drive when you're hungover? I don't think I can let you do that" he says, falling into a protective mode which is endearing but I don't think I could take advantage of him like that since he's already done so much for me. "I'll be fine Jungkook don't worry" I say and he nods his head respecting my choice and I let out a breath, happy that I don't have to fight him on this one too.

"Okay, did you want to borrow some more of my clothes so you can shower before you go?" he questions and I smile awkwardly, happy that he offered but guilty that he yet again is helping me out.

"I'll be back in a sec" he chuckles and walks past me, placing a hand on my back as he passes by which makes me sit up straight at the feeling and I watch him as he jogs upstairs to go retrieve said clothes.

He comes down seconds later with the clothes, a towel and even a toothbrush in hand. "Thought you might want one of these too" he says and I accept it all sheepishly before excusing myself and making my way into the bathroom.

How am I even supposed to act in this kind of situation? Like my ex best friend's dad who I kissed last night while I was drunk is now offering to let me stay here so I can move out of the apartment I share with his toxic daughter that my boyfriend cheated on me with. Like this is just way too much weirdness for me.

I shake off those thoughts and get in the shower to quickly get rid of all of these roaming thoughts and just hope and pray that somehow things will work out and I can settle into a new normal with my own place as soon as possible but I guess that luck just isn't on my side these days...

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After getting out of the shower and getting dressed I dry my hair with the hair dryer I happened to find under the sink and try to make myself look as presentable as possible so when I go back home I don't look like the complete mess that I know I am on the inside.

There's no reason I should be showing any kind of weakness around Jina or Jared so I just need to get in and get out of there as fast as I can so I can avoid as much awkwardness as possible. Being hungover doesn't help this situation in the slightest so I just really hope that she's not even there.

Walking out of the bathroom I'm met with a freshly clean Jungkook, scrolling through his phone while sitting on the couch and he quickly turns his head once he notices I've finished up.

"You feeling okay" he asks, always concerned for my wellbeing and I guess I just need to chalk it up to the parent side of him. Maybe that's all this is? Maybe Jina hasn't really given him an opportunity to be her dad in a while so he's just seeing me as another daughter he wants to take care of. That makes a lot more sense so thinking about it now I think I can go into this with a lot clearer mindset than before.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a lot better thankfully" I say and head to the guest room where I stayed last night. "If you wanna just throw all of that into the washing machine I'll get a load going later on" he calls after me and I simply do as he asks and then head back into said bedroom.

"Hey Jungkook have you seen my phone?" I question while throwing the blankets around, trying to figure out where I could've put it. "Yeah you left it out in the living room last night so I put it on the charger when I woke up. Here" he says and I jolt at the sound of his voice being in the room with me, full on expecting him to still be on the couch.

"Thank you" I say while holding my hand out to take it with the other one placed over my heart, trying to calm down after the shock of him getting here so quickly. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you" he chuckles and I wave off his apology, not seeing any need for it. "It's fine don't worry about it" I say and once I unlock it I see call after call after call after call from not only Jared but Jina, my mom and my sister, with just as many text messages to match.

"Looks like you're really popular today" he jokes, trying to make light of the situation. "Not for the right reasons" I mumble and lock my phone, not bothering to sift through the hundreds of notifications just yet.

"I've gotta head out and get a few things at the store so why don't you come with me? We can stop by your place to get your things and then this way you can help me pick out some groceries so we have stuff that you like as well" he says while grabbing his keys and instead of trying to refuse I simply nod and follow him outside.

We get in the car and drive silently to my place but once we get a bit closer I stop him. "Would you mind parking around the corner? It's just...well I don't want Jina to see you driving me around and make a big deal about it" he nods his head and without a fuss pulls into the coffee shop parking lot around the corner.

"Is this alright?" he questions and I nod and get out of the car. "Let me know if you need any help. She's my daughter so it's not like she would do anything drastic if I was around" he says, referring to her sometimes short temper. Plus with these added hormones there's no telling how she gonna be reacting to things now that everything is out in the open.

As I make my way to the apartment I check my phone to see if she's still sharing her location with me and thankfully she is and I see that she's still at work so hopefully if move fast enough I should be in and out before she comes home.

Walking into the apartment it looks as though she's started gathering her own stuff up in boxes, almost as if she's getting ready to move out. I appreciate the fact that since she fucked up that she automatically volunteered to move out but she's more than welcome to keep this place as far as I'm concerned.

I jog back into my room, reminding myself of the task at hand and I grab my duffle bag and start putting as many things as I think I'll need to get me through at least a few days in case anything happens. Better safe than sorry right?

My last stop is the bathroom where I pack up my shampoo and conditioner as well as my skincare products and throw it all into a plastic bag that I'm able to place easily on top of the rest of the items in the bag but before I'm even able to finish getting the rest of my toiletries together I'm greeted with the sound of Jina walking in.

"Y/n?" she calls out and I swear under my breath, trying to think of a way to make this whole situation as quick and painless as possible. "Y/n?" she says again, rounding the corner and finding me in the bathroom where I've started to pick up the pace and throw things in haphazardly wanting to get the fuck out already.

"What are you doing?" she questions me and I walk past her and back into my room and throw the bag in my duffle bag and zip everything up. "Please don't ignore me" she says in pretty much the most pitiful voice I've ever hear out of her and I scoff and roll my eyes. "You don't have the right to be acting like that. I'm moving out so don't bother moving out if you want the apartment" I say and throw on a baseball hat and walk out of my room and make a b line for the front door.

"Y/n please talk to me" she pleads and it's taking everything in me not to slap that 'poor me' attitude out of her. "You wanna talk? Let's speed this up for the both of us alright? You slept with my boyfriend behind my back, got pregnant and ruined my relationship and now I'm moving out. That pretty much covers everything if I'm not mistaken so let's just call this conversation over. I'll be back to pick up the rest of my shit later so don't touch anything" I say quickly without giving her a second to get a word in.

"When's later?" she asks and I roll my eyes at her pitiful excuse in trying to keep me here. "Whenever the hell I feel like it Jina. Sorry I can't make everything magically disappear right away" I say and turn to grab the handle but she just keeps going.

"Where are you staying?" she has the audacity to ask and I smile and shake my head at her stupidity. "Why would I ever tell you that? So you can come bother me with your lame excuses of apologizing. Or oh yeah even worse telling Jared where to find me so he can do the same thing. Why don't you guys do all of us a favor and stay the hell out of my life" I say and walk out the door, making sure to slam it right behind me.

While walking back to Jungkook's car I try my best to calm my breathing so I can hide what happened from him. There's no reason why he even needs to know that she showed up so might as well keep it to myself.

As I get closer to his car I watch as he looks up and sees me coming and gets out to grab my bag from me. "Is this everything you wanted?" he questions, taking it from me and placing it in the trunk. "Yep that's everything. Or at least enough to get me through the next few days" I say and get in the car with him following suit soon after.

"Are you okay?" he asks, concern now laced all over his expression. "I'm totally fine, why do you ask?" I question in the most awkward tone of voice I've ever heard come out of me. "Because you're shaking" he points out and grabs one of my hands, holding it between two of his.

"No it's okay I'm fine" I say, my voice now getting wobbly, matching the shakiness of my hands. "Something happened in there didn't it?" he asks and I shake my head but he raises a questioning brow at me which has me nodding a moment later, admitting to what happened. "Jina came home" I say and take a shaky breath in and out, trying to keep myself from crying.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he questions and I quickly shake my head and he nods his and lets go of my hand and turns to start the car and pull out of the parking lot but as soon as we're on the main road again he reaches out for one of my hands and holds onto it again, not letting go until we get to the store.

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Grocery shopping with him feels weirdly domestic and felt as though we had done it dozens of times before, with both of our methods on how to shop quickly and efficiently matching up perfectly and so time flies and before I know it we're already putting the groceries away in his kitchen.

"We make a pretty good team huh?" he says and tossing me an apple and I catch it in time, further proving his point. "I guess we do" I say amusedly and take a big bite out of it. "No I'm serious! I swear whenever I go alone I always end up forgetting one of the most obvious ingredients and with your help I don't think I forgot a single thing" he says taking a bite of the apple he had gotten for himself.

"Well I'm glad to have been of some help. I feel bad since you've been doing nothing but taking care of me for the past twenty four hours and I haven't been able to give you anything in return" I admit, twisting the stem of until it pops off.

"You've given me plenty in return" he laughs off, as if I had said something ridiculous. "Oh yeah like what?" I ask, taking another bite of the apple and leaning back against the counter.

"You've definitely given me quite a few laughs today" he says and I scrunch my eyebrows together knowing that he's just making fun of me. "And you've definitely made my day a whole lot more interesting. Plus I learned some new things about you" he says and I gulp at that last part, knowing I've definitely overshared with him quiet a few times.

"Like how you prefer green apples over red. How you prefer white bread over wheat and that you get shy whenever I get close to you" he lists off, the last one obviously catching me off guard.

"I-" I start but I'm frozen in place as he gets closer to me and I just realized how I've backed myself into a corner. "Jungkook I-" I try again but my efforts die in my throat when he places his hands on either side of my hips, trapping me against the counter, staring at me as if he hasn't eaten in weeks.

"Do you wanna tell me why that is?" he asks, tilting his head almost taunting me. "I don't know what you're talking about" I say, doing my best to remain level headed. "You sure about that?" he asks and I nod my head in response, not trusting my voice to stay steady this time. "Then why are you holding your breath?" he says while placing his hand on my neck and using his thumb to press down on my chin, encouraging me to open my mouth which I do with almost no hesitation.

"I don't know" I whisper but he leans in closer, bringing his lips closer to mine. "I think you're lying" he say, his warm breath fanning my face, promises of pleasure hidden behind those words and it has me whimpering at the thought. 

"Y/n, earth to y/n" Jungkook says, bursting the bubble of the incredibly inappropriate daydream I had been having in front of him. "I-i'm sorry what was that?" I stutter, making it clear that I hadn't been paying attention. 

"Maybe you're running a fever" he says, walking over to me and placing the back of his hand to my forehead, his cool hand causing a shiver to run down my spine. "What makes you say that?" I ask, looking up at him, taking in his features from our closer proximity. "Because you're burning up, and your whole face has gone red" he says and I feel my cheeks getting even more red at his observation. 

"Are you feeling alright?" he asks, making purposeful eye contact with me. "Yeah I just, I think I need to go lay down for a while" I say, finding the easiest escape route possible. "That's probably a good idea. I shouldn't have kept you out for so long" he says, guilt clouding his expression and I take one of his hands in mine without giving it a second thought making him jolt for a second but tighten his hold around mine just seconds later. 

"I'm fine don't worry" I say with a small smile, "It was my fault for drinking so much. If I'm ever around you again and there's alcohol involved could you do me a favor and stop me from drinking so much" I laugh, trying to lift his spirits and it seems to do the trick. 

"Of course darling" he says and places a kiss on the center of my forehead. "Now go lay down, you really are burning up" he says, having felt the heat radiating off of me from the kiss he had graced me with. I smile up at him and nod my head before turning around and heading back to my room. 

Living with him might not be so bad. It's been a while since someone's taken care of me or even shown me such simple kindness without needing anything in return. I'm not sure if it would be the smartest decision but I'm definitely warming up to the idea...

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Here with me

Joseph Quinn x Reader

Warnings: mentions and talk of vomiting but except for that, just pure fluff!!

Summary: the day after partying isn't fun, but he's there now for you.

A/N: hey, this is my first ever work and writing something like this isn't easy so please don't hate!!!

yeah, i decided on something this morning. maybe an actual thought that's clever. the first actual clever thought of my life. i am never drinking again.

i woke up to a massive headache and no boyfriend in sight. he probably left already as he had to shoot interviews and go to comic cons. but to my luck, he was being the sweetest guy ever and making breakfast and coffee for the both of us. however, he stopped as soon as he heard my coughing and gagging. he ran as fast as his legs could carry him up the stairs and walked toward the bathroom.

i heard a little knock on the door. the most heartfelt knock i've ever heard in my entire life. it was until i heard a small but deepish voice and i knew who it was.

"baby, you in there? are you ok?" he said. his voice sounded so sweet and trusing, like it was sent from Heaven. i really couldn't wish for anything more.

"yes baby, i'm ok. just throwing up."

"look love, there's water with paracetamol and coffee downstairs to make you feel like your normal self ok? can i come in, please?" he insisted. he was right, i was hungover after all.

"yeah, you can come in." i said groggily.

he slowly opened the door and laid his sweet brown eyes on me in an instant. he looked like a little lost puppy it was so cute. he knelt next to me, next to the toilet and looked at me sympathetically. i looked up at him for a while as he spoke.

"oh gorgeous..." he said. he took a hold of my face, even though i was gross and sick. as soon as i looked back down, my head was in the toilet again. he sat there until i was finished, rubbing up and down my back slowly. i just wanted to sit there with him for ages and melt into a puddle.

"my head hurts." i said. i flopped my head on his chest. i couldn't hold it up any longer. he put his large hands on my head and kissed my hair lightly.

"i know baby" he lifted my head up slowly, "but there's breakfast downstairs. i just want you to eat so you have something in that little stomach of yours." he took his hands off my head and started to tap my belly lightly, causing me to laugh a little. he smiled wide when he heard that.

"can i get changed though? i don't wanna be in clothes that i've just thrown up in." you looked up at him so generously. how could he refuse your adorable face??

"of course babe! i'm going to go back downstairs and quickly to make sure i haven't burnt anything or the house and i'll come get you to take you back down okay?" he looked at me as we both smiled hard. he kissed me ever so lightly it was like a dream come true.

i started to walk toward the bedroom to get changed into clean but still comfortable clothes but stopped in my tracks when i hear his voice again.

"oh, if you need anything and i mean anything just like a kiss, then call me back up ok? don't run down the stairs because i wanna carry you down. i'll drop anything for you, you know that right?" he cupped my face as i nodded.

"yes gorgeous boy, i know. i love you until the world ends." i say with my head still in his hands

"i love you more, sugar." he kisses my forehead and turns back around to continue making my life as sweet as it already it.

i really hope things stay like this. with him by my side, life isn't as difficult as it used to be.

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Teach me how to be loved

Chapter XI

Then what’s the worst, that could happen to a girl who’s already hurt?

Pairing : Eren Jäger x reader, past relationships: Reiner Braun x reader, Jean kristein x reader

Characters: Eren Jäger, Annie Leonhart, Pieck Finger, Reiner Braun, Jean Kristein, Carla Jäger, Sophie Jäger.

Tags: Unhealthy coping mechanism, unhealthy relationships, childhood trauma, physical and verbal abuse, self-esteem and trust issues, domestic violence, implied/ referenced cheating, and a touch of sweet, lovable, and non fuckboy Eren Jäger

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A/N: Hello there, thank you for reading my work. I hope you’ll love this chapter and that you are enjoying this fic so far.

Thank you for interacting with my story and for all the love you are giving me.

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Take care of yourselves and don't forget to drink water.

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The next morning you woke up to the warmth of Eren’s body. Despite making you feel confused and unable to think straight, you love being around him. you nuzzled his neck before pulling away and laid there on your stomach watching him sleep. Although it felt weird to have someone sleeping in your bed, you took your time admiring him.

Like each time you find yourself near him, you are questioning how did you get into this situation? How did such a kind and gorgeous man enter your life? You knew damn well that he doesn’t belong in your world and that you certainly don’t belong in his either. You both stand on opposite sides of a river and yet, you always end up in his arms. No matter how fast you run, how far you get, and how well you hid, he always finds his way back to you. No matter what you do you always find yourself pulled back to him.

You don’t deserve him, that old familiar voice from the back of your head spoke.

You shook your head to get rid of your thoughts and ran a distracted hand through his tangled locks. Afraid you might contaminate him; you left a light peck on his shoulder before leaving bed. you ignored why, but you felt the urge to kiss him.

Coming back from the kitchen you found Eren still sleeping. You slipped under the covers and reached for your sketchbook from beside your bed. “Can I at least see it?” he spoke in his raspy morning voice when you put it down an hour later.

“When did you wake up?” you frowned.

“A while ago,” he responded hugging his pillow. Looking at him, you could’ve sworn you have never seen someone look this dazzling after just waking up.

Unaware you were smiling, you brushed away the strands of hair that partially covered his face. “Thank you.” was all you could say.

Your headache was gone and breathing through your nose became easier, but you were still coughing and your throat still feels sour. He opened his arms for you. Smile growing wider, you shook your head. “You might fall sick,” you squeaked when he pulled you closer.

You cracked up when you heard him grumble, “I’m a tough guy”. But soon your giggle was replaced by a weak moan when he nibbled your nape. “How do you feel?” he asked checking your temperature.

“Much better, thank you.”

“Thank God the fever is gone. you got me so worried last night.” He caressed your hair before hugging you.

Nuisance, that same voice from earlier hissed.

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled.

Pathetic. The tone became harsher.

“I ruined your night.”

“No, you didn’t, sweetheart. It’s not your fault.” The instant that the pet name registered in your head, the lecturing voice disappeared, and every nerve in your body was set on fire. In order to hide the giddy smile threatening to break through your face, you nestled your head in his chest. He doesn’t think you are a nuisance; those voices can go to hell for now. You won’t let anything ruin this moment.

Later that morning after he made sure you were doing better, Eren went home.

You were standing at your door when he spoke, “call or message me in case you felt unwell, alright?” you nodded smiling. “I’ll stop by tomorrow morning,” he followed playing with your locks. He tilted his head to plant a kiss on your forehead when you nodded, still smiling.

“I for sure wasn’t expecting that,” Pieck gasped. “Look, Annie, it’s Eren.” You both froze when you heard her.

“Pieck,” Annie sighed in defeat. “Good morning.” she flashed you an embarrassed smile.

Recovering from his surprise, Eren bid you goodbye, leaving the three of you standing on the staircase watching him walk away.

“You couldn’t be more discreet,” Annie hissed.

Ignoring her friend, Pieck glared at you. “Why you never told us you started dating.”

“Because we’re not,” you argued letting her come in.

“Bullshit,” she booed. “You saw too, Annie, didn’t you? the way they were looking at each other,” the brunette emphasized. “Wait, did you know?” she questioned her friend suspiciously.

Ignoring Pieck once again, the blonde inquired, “Are you alright? You seem tired and your voice is raspy.”

“And why are you surprised? The very reason just walked out of her place,” Pieck pointed out. “It’s been a while since we last saw you, so we decided to pay you a visit,” she explained. “To think that we’d be greeted by such a romantic sight.” She wiggled her eyebrows.

“I caught a flu, that’s why,” you replied. “Coffee?” you asked heading to the kitchen.

“Let me take care of it,” Annie followed you.

“Don’t overreact, please, it’s nothing but a flue,” you huffed. “Plus, Eren got carried away and made enough coffee to serve the whole town.”

“Wait, don’t tell me you…” Pieck’s eyebrows drew together.

“No, Pieck, we didn’t screw up last night.” You poured coffee into your mugs. “You’re unbelievable,” you huffed. “He paid me a visit yesterday. Noticing I was in bad shape he refused to let me spend the night alone.” you clarified.

“That’s adorable.” She cooed.

“And how are you doing today?” Annie asked.

“Much better, the fever is gone and I can breathe easily through my nose,” you paused. “But this cough is bugging me, it’s making my sour throat feel worst.”

“What happened?”

“Walked under the rain,” you simply replied. “It was a Friday night,” you specified, noticing your friends’ round eyes. “And no, it wasn’t Eren,” you answered the pending question no one dared to ask after you cleared your throat.

“Damn, girl, your life is messy.” Pieck scrunched her nose. “But not your cookies,” she added reaching for another one.

“Thanks.”

“But seriously, why aren’t you two dating? You look like a match made in heaven.”

“a, because I don’t date, and b, how could you know? This is the first time you see us together.”

The dark-eyed woman rose a finger to stop you before she said, “and that’s where you’re wrong.” She offered you a cheeky smile. “I saw you together multiple times. At Annie’s wedding, the dinner organized by Armin’s company, earlier, aaaaand three weeks ago. You were leaving a coffee shop together.” Your jaw dropped at her answer. “I don’t know if you are being oblivious on purpose or if you are truly clueless.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “Everything about him screams that he’s head over heels for you.”

“Pieck, please, we’re not in a movie”, you sighed. “This is real life, my life, not one of Julia Robert’s rom-com.” You glanced at Annie for backup.

“For once, I think I’m gonna agree with her,” she stated. You simply rose an eyebrow before taking another bite from your cookie.

“By the way, why you never told me that he was married and has a daughter?”

“Eren is divorced?” Pieck gasped.

“A widower,” you both spoke in unison.

“Poor thing,” she pouted.

“You met her?”

“Yes.”

“Honestly, I genuinely believed that he was just another one on the list that’s why.”

“That’s what I told him,” you pondered.

“But he’s not, right?” Pieck jumped in her place overly excited.

“I honestly don’t know,” you muttered messing with your teaspoon.

“Delivery service,” Eren chanted when Carla opened the door.

“Vatty!” Sophie jumped into her father’s arms.

“Hey there sweet girl,” he cooed pampering her cheeks with soft pecks. “Wie geht's? (How are you?)” He asked putting her down.

“Gut, und dir? was hast du mitgebracht? hast du vor, hier zu übernachten? I missed you Vatty. (Good, and you? What did you bring? Are you planning to spend the night here?)”

“Sehr gut, I miss you too, mein hase. I brought some chocolate lava cake, ice cream, and pizza. und ja, das werde ich. (And yes, I will).”

“I can’t eat all this, Vatty. Oma sagte, ich muss mich gesund ernähren, wenn ich eine große und schöne Frau wie Mama sein will. (Grandma said, I must eat healthy food if I want to become a big and beautiful woman like mom).”

Eren frowned, “nun, ich schätze, ich muss das ganz alleine essen. (Well, I guess I’ll have to eat this all by myself),” he pouted. “Oma, not funny.” He glanced at his mother.

“Nein, I can make an exception for you this time, richtige, Oma? (Right grandma?)” they both stared at Carla with big puppy eyes.

“Of course, but don’t eat too much.”

You laid on your couch after your friends left. You were desperately trying to focus on your book but you kept zoning out. after fruitless attempts, you gave up.

You closed your eyes thinking about your friends’ words.

“You are in denial,” Pieck pointed out. “You know he is into you and you like him too, you’re just too afraid to admit it”.

“And you are being delusional,” you simply replied.

But you know damn well she is right; you noted how often you think of him and how fast your humor shifts whenever he is around.

“At least give him a chance,” Annie whispered at the moment she bid you goodbye.

But you know you can’t do this, you can’t take such a risk, and you can’t allow yourself to commit the same mistake again. You will never permit yourself to believe in the myth that people call love because you know that shit is not for you.

“I’m just a broken piece who never belonged anywhere,” you mumbled bringing your knees against your chest. “I know my worth and I eventually ended up getting used to it, you know. Being lonely, left behind, mistreated, misunderstood, and ignored.” You looked back at the woman sitting across from you. “That’s just part of who I am and I learned that we can never run away from who we are. I believe that happiness is something out of my reach and I’m fine with it. I accepted my fate long ago, but then…” you paused, thinking about him, his warm smile, soft golden hair, and hazel eyes. “But then he happened. He came with his southern big smile, kind words, and that embrace that makes you feel safe. He made me think that maybe, just maybe I was wrong, that Jean was wrong, that even my father was wrong.” your voice was trembling but you continued anyway. “He made me believe that someone like me,” you pointed your finger at your chest. “A creature of the darkness can live in the light. He convinced me that I belong in his world.” A bitter smile turned up your lips. “I even came to the conclusion that the reason why I was so miserable throughout my life was that my hour didn’t come, that it was just because I haven’t met that one person who will make me happy. And I firmly believed that he is that person. I believed him and believed in him.” your smile twitched and your eyes shimmered with tears. “But he went and broke what I spent years and years patching up and fixing. Just like the others, he destroyed whatever brightness was still left inside of me. That day, when he left, he took away whatever hope I had left.” Your fingers were tracing invisible circles on the armchair. “And now it’s too late, I can’t be saved, Zeynep. I’m a sinking ship, I’m nothing but an old, rusty, and broken machine.” You blinked chasing away your tears. “What belongs to the darkness must always remain there or else it will be blurred or even worst taint all the beautiful and bright things surrounding it. and I was desperate enough, stupid enough to believe it was the opposite.” You darted your face away, fixing the grey sky outside. “Don’t get me wrong, I don’t hate him; I just wish I never met him and I don’t want to see him again,” you whispered minutes later.

Leave him alone, the voice ordered. Eren deserves more and better than what you have to offer, you know that. He deserves a happy woman who can make up for the loss of his wife and bring more joy to his life, you were well aware of this. however, for some obscure reasons, you couldn’t let him go.

‘Cause you are selfish, the voice responded. Do you think he’d actually want you? he’s staying around because he enjoyed the sex. You wanted it to stop, you wanted to mute that voice for good. but… Jean did say that you were only good for sex, well he did when he wasn’t comparing you to others who were far better and selfless than you.

You genuinely wanted to set him free, to save him from your dark twisted soul, to be happy. You wished you had the resolve to sever ties with him, still… you were selfish enough to not do it, at least not right away. Just a little longer, you whispered caressing the sketch you drew this morning when he was pretending to be asleep.

Your train of thought was interrupted by your phone. you received a call from Eren.

“I hope I didn’t wake you up.” you heard him say as soon as you picked up.

“No, I was reading.”

“Sorry for interrupting. How are you?”

“Much better, thank you, Eren,” you replied smiling. You know you shouldn’t be doing this, that you were still healing from your past wounds. You were conscience that if you keep playing with fire, no matter how mesmerizing it looks, you’ll end up burning yourself. And you weren’t ready for such a thing, you weren’t in shape to fall for him. but how could you resist him?

You’re a fool, the voice laughed.

And you knew you were. But what were you going to lose when you had nothing to hold on to? What’s the worst that could happen to you? you pondered.

Just make sure not to come back crawling, and crying like a wounded soldier, the voice sighed visibly annoyed.

With these thoughts in mind, you continued listening to him talk about various topics before you asked, “Are you coming tomorrow?”

“Of course, unless you’re busy or something.”

“No, I’m free,” you responded. “I don’t have any plans for tomorrow.” That night, you fell asleep to Eren’s voice.

He wasn’t sure about what it was, but something between you has changed. A change he’d been hoping for since that night at dinner Armin organized two months ago. After you fell asleep, he went back to his bedroom. He pulled the blanket over his shoulders and pulled his daughter closer before dozing off to the thought of your sweet smile.

[tetsurobunni]

Kita Shinsuke : Matchmaker

☽ suna x reader ; 2.6k words

☞ characters mentioned : kita shinsuke, aran ojiro, atsumu miya, osamu miya

☽ fluff, he takes care of you when ur sick ! even tho he’s a menace, kita being an angel

☽ a slight mention of adult themes (its a teasing joke)

☽ notes : hiii i wrote this for a friend and i figured id add it here teehee :))

hey Jesus, i know we don’t talk much but...fuck you. i feel like literal dog shit

You groaned as you shoved yet another tissue in your nose. You were sick, and God forbid it wasn’t the worst cold you’d ever had.

This morning you had pulled on your uniform in a haze; honestly it's a miracle you even made it to school. Aran had stopped you in the hallway when you arrived, putting a hand on your shoulder and placing the back of his palm against your forehead.

He immediately got out his phone and texted someone-presumably Kita, since he was the one most qualified to handle this. The captain had dealt with him and Atsumu both when they were sick so he could surely help you and get you to go the hell home.

You had pushed weakly at Kita when he ushered you towards the entrance of the building, assuring that you were a-o-kay. You ended up making friends with a nearby trashcan and emptying your guts right after the claim. Kita had held your hair back and rubbed your shoulders reassuringly. Afterwards, he pulled out his phone and sent a quick message to someone. Who? You didn’t know.

Kita had made sure to get you home in one piece. He tucked you into bed, placed a cold rag onto your head, and you think you heard him say something about bringing you soup later. Sleep crept up on you quickly and you were out before he even stepped out the door.

Now you were unfortunately awake, cursing whatever God could hear. This was absolutely awful. A dull throb ran through your skull insistently, mucus clotted your nose and throat, making your breaths uneven and raspy. You wanted to quench the ache in your throat but even the idea of sitting up seemed to drain too much energy, so you laid there in pain.

You assumed it was mid-afternoon. Kita had drawn the curtains above the window closed, leaving the room dark. You were especially grateful for this, for you knew any light would make your eyes hurt.

Your phone lay unchecked on the table face-down. The fear of worsening your headache is what caused it to stay there. Whoever wanted to talk would have to wait. You switched out the tissue in your nose for a fresh one, groaning again.

You wanted to take a shower so bad. You hated getting sick because you felt disgusting and knew you looked it too. Embarrassment bloomed when the events from this morning played in your mind.

Aran’s gonna joke about that for weeks.

A soft knock from the door drew you away from your thoughts. That’s probably Kita. A hoarse “come in” fell from your chapped lips and you internally cringed at how awful you sounded, even if it was just your childhood friend.

“You look like shit.”

That was not Kita.

“Suna? what the fuck?”

“Shut Up. You’re going to hurt your throat worse.”

Is this what I get for saying fuck you? I apologize so much anything but this please

“You’ve gone through two boxes of tissues already? Kita wasn’t lying, damn.”

You turned your head away from Suna’s voice, attempting to cover your sick-stricken face. Out of all people. It wasn’t that you didn’t like Suna- the two of you actually got along (if you count bickering back and forth all the time getting along). The problem was you happened to have a humongous crush on him.

The wing spiker had gotten on your nerves at first- smirks hidden behind a hand, foot sticking out to trip you in the hallway, drawing on your notes- he was almost unbearable. But as the both of you got older, you started returning his remarks, nudging him lightly into lockers, laughing at the twins together and sharing footage of their stupid fights.

Your crush had crept up on you almost unknowingly until one day he slung an arm over your shoulder and shot you one of his signature smirks and you were gone. It was infuriating, to say the least.

“Earth to y/n, hello y/n.”

“What.”

“Ah-ah, no speaking, remember?” You shot him a glare, receiving that smirk yet again. You cursed at the butterflies swarming your stomach.

Infuriating.

“You’re shivering.”

It was a simple comment. You realized after a beat that he was right and pulled the blanket farther up your body. He sat down the bag he held in his hand and made his way over to your bed. You squirmed in protest, trying to scooch away from his outstretched hand. Your actions caused Suna’s brows to furrow, a small line creasing on his forehead.

“I’m just going to check if you still have a fever,” he whispered, moving forward despite your futile attempts at moving away. You gave in, allowing him to gently place his hand on your forehead.

He wasn’t terribly close, he had been closer to you before this, but this felt different. More intimate.

“You’re burning up,” he said, leaning back with a sigh. “Sit tight, I’ll start a bath for you.”

You tried to keep your swarming thoughts at bay with no luck. Your crush, Suna Rintaro, is drawing a bath for you. A bath. He’s taking care of you.

Why is he being so nice? This has to be a set up, or Kita probably forced him. There’s no other way he would willingly be doing this...is there? You shut down the thought as quickly as it came. No sense in getting flustered over nothing. No need to fuel your growing crush.

You weren’t fit to complain anyways. The exact thing you wanted is being done right now, so you did as you were told, slightly sitting up to fetch yet another tissue. The pounding in your head still hadn’t ceased and a sudden cough racked your body. You wanted to cry- and you didn’t cry often. But you felt horrible.

“Hey, you okay?”

Apparently you hadn’t held up your facade well enough because a look of concern washed over Suna’s face the instant he stepped back into the room. You shook your head lightly in response to his question, feeling tears welling up behind your eyelids in spite of your attempts to keep them at bay.

The last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of Suna. It was practically a death wish. You could imagine the jokes and poking laughter he would send your way over the next few weeks, and it made you feel even worse.

“Hey, hey now, look at me.”

The words were whispered closer to you than you anticipated. Suna had sat down on the edge of your bed while you were caught up in your thoughts, that same line present between his brows. You fought the urge to touch it, facing away from him again and reaching up to wipe your eyes.

“I’m fine.” That instigated a scoff.

“No you’re not. Now c’mon, let’s get you into the bath. You’ll feel better.”

Right. A bath. Despite the fact that Suna’s presence was wearing you thin, a bath sounded great. The only problem was, you knew you were too weak to walk to your bathroom across the hall. It took so much energy to even sit up, much less actually get on your feet.

Suna must have sensed something was wrong because in mere seconds he was lifting the heavy blanket off of your body and moving closer. Your breath hitched when he moved one strong arm under your back and another under your knees, eyes concentrated.

“Put your arm around my neck,” Suna murmured. You failed to notice the blush that had lifted to his ears because your own was blossoming on your face, making your already warm cheeks heat up even more.

This is purgatory.

You did as he said, lightly wrapping your arm up his shoulder and around his neck. He picked you up in one smooth motion, shocking you. You knew he worked out because of volleyball, but jesus christ. Your head throbbed in protest to the movement, and you winced involuntarily.

“Sorry, shouldn’t have moved so fast.”

“S’fine.”

Your heart was beating frantically in your chest from the proximity. You were so close you could see the long eyelashes that framed his eyes, light traces of black eyeliner around the corners. You saved that in the back of your mind to ask about later.

Suna carried you into the bathroom and placed you gently on the counter. You pushed away the noise of protest that you wanted to let out from the loss of contact. No need to embarrass yourself even more.

“I’ll get you some clothes and leave them outside, take as long as you want.”

You murmured a small thank you as you watched him move towards the door. You hated that you missed him already.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be here the whole time.”

“Like I care.”

“Yea, okay princess.”

You glared at him as he closed the door behind him with a small chuckle. Princess. You fumed at the reaction you had to the pet name.

This is horrible. I’m horrible. I’ll just blame it on him. Him and that stupidly hot smirk.

The bath became increasingly inviting as you sat, eventually leading you to strip of your dirty clothes and step into the warm water. It felt amazing. After a few minutes you felt your eyes begin to droop, the steam luring you to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You didn’t know how long you had slept but judging by the temperature of the water, at least 15 minutes, maybe longer. The water hadn’t cooled completely but had lost its comfortable warmth. Begrudgingly you stepped out of the water and dried off.

You wrapped the towel around yourself and padded towards the door, opening it to retrieve the clothes Suna said he left for you. Just like he said, a small stack of clothes laid on the floor. You grabbed them and faced back towards the sink, wincing at your reflection in the mirror.

You really did look awful. Embarrassment settled into your bones again as you unfolded the clothes to put them on. A small part of your brain pointed out that they were big, too big to be your clothes, but a fit of coughs cut off your train of thought.

A knock came from the door. “Y/n? You okay?”

“Ye-“ Another cough broke off your sentence.

“Knock twice if you’re dressed.”

A small smile crept up on your face at the thought of Suna being considerate. You knocked on the door twice signaling him that it was okay for him to come in. A moment later it opened. Suna was holding what seemed to be a cup of tea in his hands and you reached for it with a sigh.

“Lavender, right?” You halted in your movements.

“Yea...how did you-“

“I pay attention.”

Your face flushed. His gaze never faltered from your face. How did he say that so casually?

“You look good in my clothes.”

So that’s why they were big. You looked in the mirror again, eyes locking in on the large “Inarizaki Volleyball” plastered on the front of the black material.

“Should wear ‘em more often.”

“Shut- shut up.”

“Mhm, okay. Feelin’ better?” You nodded.

“A little. Still feel like shit.”

“Look it, too.”

“Thanks, asshole.”

A light chuckle escaped him and he moved closer towards you. Something felt different. You noticed his eyes linger on you longer, many lapses of silence filled the spaces where playful arguing usually was.

“Cap texted me and asked to bring you soup, he had to do some more shit before he came over.”

“Hm.”

“What do you mean, hm?”

You didn’t get it. Why of all people would Kita send Suna to tend to you? What about Aran? Osamu? Hell, even Atsumu would have been higher on the list than Suna. Maybe…

“That bastard.”

“Woah now, what did Cap do to you?”

Kita was one of the only people who knew about your crush. Of course he would pull some strings to get Suna to come over. That little-

“Hey now pretty thing, don’t frown too much. You’ll get wrinkles.”

It was then you noticed a light touch on your forehead, right in between your eyebrows. Suna was rubbing the space there, just like you had wanted to do to him.

You hoped Suna couldn’t tell how fast your heart was beating or just how much you knew you were blushing.

After a moment of silence Suna still hadn’t removed the touch on your face. He met your eyes, slowly moving to cup your cheek.

“Why are you here, Rin?” His thumb stroked your cheek with a feather-like graze and you swore you saw his eyes flit downwards to your lips. “To take care of you, of course.”

“You’re going to catch my cold.”

“You’ll just have to pay me back later, yeah?”

His tongue darted out to wet his lips, the corners of his mouth edging upwards.

what the fuck did i do to deserve this?

You pushed his hand away and looked away from his gaze. You could manage standing from afar and pining, sure, but what you couldn’t deal with was Suna messing around with you like this. You ignored the ache in your chest, choosing to cover it up by reaching for another tissue.

“Y/n.” You ignored him.

“Y/n, look at me.” You braced your arms on the bathroom sink with a sigh.

“What, Suna.”

“Rin. It’s Rin, to you.” You scoffed.

“Why am I any different than anyone else?”

“Because…”

You turned to face him again, confusion and slight annoyance bubbling under your skin. “Because what?” Suna groaned and ran a hand over his face. “You’re so oblivious.”

Okay, now you were annoyed.

“Oblivious? How am I oblivious?”

“Because you haven’t realized how different you are.”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Are you fucking messing with me Suna? Look, I’m in no mood for your stupid games-“

“Would you shut up for one second and think.”

You leaned back against the sink with a cough, wincing as another throb of pain shot through your head. Any traces of anger or annoyance vanished from Suna’s face in an instant. He left the bathroom and you heard him rustling through the bag he left in your room. He returned with a bottle of pills and an ice pack.

“Here. Take these.” You took the small pills from his outstretched hand and washed them down with the now lukewarm tea. “Have you thought about it?” You rolled your eyes dramatically, placing your hand under your chin to mock a thinking position. “No, I don’t think I have.” He rolled his eyes in return. “Fine. Would I be doing this for anyone else? Hm?”

It’s a good point. One you didn’t bother thinking about. Sure, maybe he would do it for his teammates, but that was a hard maybe. He just wasn’t the caretaker type, much less with someone he wasn’t close with. You realized the implication behind his words in an instant.

“You...you like me?”

“‘Bout time you figured that out, sweetheart.”

All of the moments between you two passed through your mind in a frenzy, and you started to laugh. It was hysterical, really. All this time you just knew Suna could never like you back.

i take it back. thank you. sorry for saying fuck you

“Why didn’t you just tell me?” He scoffed, “And risk losing my appearance? Hell no,” he said, sending you that damn smirk again.

“You are a menace, Rintaro.”

“Yea, but I’m your menace. You’re stuck with me.”

“That’s horrifying.”

“Oh shush, ya love me.”

“Yea, yea. Now, get me back in my bed. I need to sleep.”

“Inviting me to bed already? Wow y/n.”

“I hate you.” He reached over and pecked your cheek.

“Hate you, too.”

[midgardsbest]

Imagine: You feel a bit off today and the argument with your boyfriend Loki doesn’t make things better. What happens when a Steve who doesn’t understand British slang and an overprotective father ruin your sweet plan to get him back?

N/A: Hello dearests, enjoy this new Loki x reader imagine and tell me what are your impressions about it. If you wanna. If you don’t then DEATH. TO ALL OF THEM. Jk. Hope y’all got that reference. 🤟

Warnings: BestFriend!Natasha, Thor is lovely as usual, Dad!TonyStark, Boyfriend!Loki, Language, Fluff, Angst and more fluff, a bit of passion, and British reader/use of British slang (pretty easy and self-explanatory)

Words: 1953

Waking up that morning was tremendously hard. You stumbled against any piece of furniture installed inside of your room by your father, Tony Stark. Well, he was your stepfather, technically, but you weren’t particularly fond of the use of that word.

Yawning your way into the kitchen of the compound, you avoided meeting eyes with Steve. He had been more stressed than usual in the last few days, probably given the upcoming mission. He lashed out at you the day before, or at least that's what you thought was happening.

"I think a cuppa would serve you right."

"A what?"

You looked at him as if he were stupid, but you knew it couldn't be that. "A cuppa? It's.. a cup of tea. You don't know that?" Given his expression, either he was a bit dumb or was just done with you for that day. "No. I like coffee. But thank you."

You weren't mad at him, of course. Nonetheless, ignoring him for a bit did sound like a better idea than trying to cheer him up with your British manners, if you could say. He did not look happy about that.

Staring at the emptiness of your black coffee (and almost gagging at the rough taste), you swallowed the smothering ache in your heart. What was it you were yearning for?

You couldn't place in your mind the exact reason behind this suffering, but you soon grew tired of it. With a pair of eyes following your figure left unnoticed, you dragged yourself up to your room to somehow get ready.

"What's wrong with her?"

"I don't know man. Shouldn't you be locked up in your room like Stark- and he's gone. Thanks for the chat, popsicle."

This was boring, wasn't it? It was raining outside. Perhaps if you were in a rom-com you'd be soaked wet, lightheartedly dancing with a cover of dreamy clouds in the sky, glancing at your boyfriend from time to time, pretending you didn't see his "this is the woman I'll marry" eyes consuming you entirely. However, you weren't the protagonist of a rom-com, much less of a poorly written fan fiction. Additionally, your dear boyfriend wasn't officially... well, your boyfriend, and he'd been ignoring you completely. Which hurt, but your pride defeated your consciousness and you didn't want to talk to him about it.

Then, an idea took place in your mind. You had an opportunity to get back your not-much-of-a-boyfriend, the Captain's shy smile and your fun. Some might say even something more along the way.

"I AM DONE. COMPLETELY, UTTERLY DONE."

You slammed the door of Natasha's office, ignoring the frightening look she gave you and pointed to the chair right in front of you with questioning eyes.

"You slammed my door shut, might as well."

Your eyes dropped unnoticeably. Someone would have noticed though, only he wasn't there.

"I gotta do something. Would you help me with it?."

"What would I help you with, exactly? Y/N, if this is one of your unsettled plans..." She leaned back on the chair, tapping the desk with her bare fingernails.

"No! You can trust me on this, Nat. Please do. I'll buy you some nail polish."

"What?"

"What?"

"WHAT?" Tony on the verge of an anxiety attack wasn't exactly how you thought this plan would go, even though him finding out was not part of it as well.

"Boss, your heart rate is increasing critically."

"Vacation's over. FRIDAY, let's go back to the compound."

You could hear their voices on the other end of the line.

You still didn't utter a word, already having made the mistake of asking your dad when he was bound to return from his "job thing" in Rome. You shouldn’t have said that, because "you never care about it", so it was either a party you were planning or a date. Besides, you might've mentioned the mission that you later remembered, you weren’t supposed to know about.

Your leg was trembling now, having realized the crap mistake you made. "Well shit."

"Y/N!"

"Oh, forgot you were still on. Love you, Dad, bye."

Natasha gawked at you, shaking her head slightly, arms crossed in front of her. This plan was a massive mistake. But it was your plan and you wouldn’t give up on it.

Around noon, Stark made his entry into the structure and went straight to your room, knocking on the door half a time and anchoring his feet to the ground with every step. Hiding your uneven breath, and thanking Nat for her wise advice ("just play sick", she said), you raised the sheets over your painted red nose.

Your dad searched for you in your cosy bedroom, just to find your teary innocent eyes full of greed for success. Maybe you did have a fever.

"Sweetheart, why didn't you tell me you were sick? I thought you were gonna run off to a party or something you kids do."

You shifted under the covers. Shit. That was the plan after all. You were going to coerce Steve into partying with you somewhere you knew Loki would find you, like perhaps that club just around the corner where he wore that leather jacket once. Big story. Regardless, it didn't mean much now that he just vanished from your life.

"I wouldn't have gone anywhere."

An aching cough caught your breath. You tried to keep your eyebrows from furrowing at the actual symptom. You never got sick. Not really, at least.

Tony's eyes were clouded with worry, not liking the sight of you in pain.

"This is what we'll do, kid. You get some rest and I'll have Steve make you some tea."

You sniggered: "Just don't call it a cuppa."

As soon as he left the room, Natasha came out of the bathroom. Your eyes felt heavy, but your mind was still somewhere else.

"You'd make a great actress, has anyone told you that?" she grinned. You liked Nat, especially when you knew she was comfortable enough to enjoy spending time with you. She was your first real friend here at the compound. Your father would keep you hidden here when you were younger, and even though he tried his best to never make you feel like you were alone, he wasn't around much, and always left you with Pepper or Happy, who you now knew as your mother and uncle.

You coughed once again, this time harder, and brought a hand on your chest.

Nat stared at you for a little while.

"You're ill."

"Yeah. And the sun's coming out. This day just couldn't get worse. Did I just manifest getting sick?"

When she stood up from the little chair that was at the side of your bed, she gave you a comforting smile, and then she left, leaving you in Morpheus' arms to fall asleep.

"Do you think perhaps it is best to wake her?"

"Don't be foolish, brother. She is much better like this."

"You mean she's comfortable?"

"I mean she's bearable."

"Ughh."

"Perfect! Lady Y/N, you seem to have awakened."

You looked at the Norse brothers standing at the feet of your bed, still feeling dizzy from your remarkable nap. You hadn't slept this good in a while.

"Thor. Yes. Woken u-uh..p." You stood up. You looked at them. You glanced at them once again.

"OH MY GOD." You quickly covered your face with your hands. Gods, Loki was in your room. He wasn't looking at you, but he was in your room. You could feel his coldness reaching up to your veins - and heart, not only making you feel sick in your stomach but also causing a complementary shameful headache.

"Is uhm... something wrong, Y/N?" Thor's warm voice grounded you slightly but never enough.

With a shallow breath, you released your hands, dropping them along with your head. Looking at the silk white sheets, you wondered if strangling yourself with them would solve anything.

"No, thank you, Thor. Could you just give me a minute to uhm... I need to uh... powder my nose."

He smiled. "Ah yes of course. We'll be in the kitchen."

Your breath hitched. You had to do something.

"Wait!" They altered their steps, this time you looked directly into Loki's ice-blue eyes. "Gotta speak. I mean- I- 'd like to speak to Loki. For a minute. If possible."

Thor adjusted the weight on his feet and then nodded, sizing the room with his comfortable aura.

The instant he left, that same energy vanished, leaving you and that subjugating man to war. A conflict formed of rivalry, an uneasy sense of fear for all that was yet to be said and a deep, desperate need for each other in all ways known to your kind.

You soon grew tired of the dreadful silence. "Are you gonna say anything or shall I speak first?"

"Speak." He kept on staring at the window.

You debated if getting out of the bed would be better for this argument.

"Don't. And there will be no such thing as an argument. I'm not going to force your decision."

You blinked at him. What? Did the ice get to his head?

"Pardon? What decision? And who gave you permission to read my mind, Loki? You left me. Alone. You didn't speak to me for a week. Like... out of nowhere. Just like that- What. Decision." You did get out of bed, now showing your white lace robe to him. If he were looking at you, you'd have felt naked under his gaze.

He kept silent for a while and you did not once stop beholding him.

"I thought you wished not to see me again." He finally witnessed you, completely, entirely, just like you knew he would. Just the way you longed for.

"Why? When did you ever get that impression from me? If I did something wrong please tell me but don't just... don't go away from me."

He attentively took a few steps closer to you. It looked menacing but you knew he was just calculating your next move. He was the prey. But it was you who kept still.

"The bar." The bar?

"What bar?"

"Last week, you brought me to a place. I wore a leather jacket."

Your eyes instantly watered a bit.

"Loki..."

"No. My actions were unnecessary and I shouldn't have- I-."

You broke, fully. You gave in to your heart and hurried to him, still too far across the room. You wrapped your trembling hands around him and almost fell whilst doing so. But he held you mightily, adapting to your action like a lock when it finds its key.

"Lokes... why'd you think that?" You tucked your face in his green and golden armour. "I lo- I know you didn't mean that. You didn't do anything wrong. Please. Is that why you weren't speaking to me anymore?"

Glancing up at him, your gazes met, lost in each other like you could both find your way home. "Yes."

You smiled softly. "Don't do that again. Just talk to me next time."

"There won't be a next time". At that, you frowned. Would he never go out with you again?

"What d'you mean?"

He caressed your cheek, hidden emotions revealed by the trembling of the movement.

"I'll do my best to not do you wrong ever again. It is a promise I'll keep as close to my heart as a dagger."

You giggled dreamily. "Please don't put a knife to your heart."

He moved you closer to his touch. "I won't. But if I do it'll be you who holds the handle."

"You cheeky bastard." And to that, he kissed you ardently, air unneeded for your lungs to work.

N/A: Any idea on what might’ve happened at the club? Also… Loki in a leather jacket.

[dinosaurtsukki]

[ flu season in E minor ]

pairing: fyodor dostoevsky x gn!reader

word count: 2.2k words

contains: uni!au, sigma and nikolai as your bff’s, gn!reader, music student!fyodor, fyodor being a bit of a brat while he’s sick, slight pining/crushing, idk just fluffy shit

summary: you and fyodor are both in the university theater club but you rarely ever see him except for when you’re picking up the musical compositions he makes for the play. this time, however, you come over to his apartment to find him sick with the flu

a/n: uhhh this is kind of a trainwreck cause i was literally just ‘omg uni!au fyodor sickfic’ and then went with it :P

“don’t forget to drink your vitamin c guys! flu season is already here and if you’re down with the flu please don’t come in and spread your germs everywhere,” sigma instructed at the ending of the cast meeting. even though he sounded snappy while saying it, you could tell he meant well. two of your actors in the theatre club had already come down with the flu and with showtime coming up soon, everyone was understandably extra careful.

“y/n, one last thing,” sigma called you over as everyone prepared to leave.

“in case you were going to ask, yes, i took my vitamins already,” you teased skipping over to where he was.

“not funny,” sigma rolled his eyes. “i was wondering if you could follow up with fyodor on the music for the next scene? he doesn’t respond at all to any non-physical communication, i already left him ten messages.” 

“ooh, another visit to the phantom of the opera’s apartment,” nikolai popped up right at your shoulder.

“seriously? you guys call him that?” sigma raised a disappointed eyebrow at you two.

“well he’s mysterious and makes music in a theatre.” 

“i feel like you should actually watch phantom of the opera before making that claim,” you told him. “also sure,” you shrugged nonchalantly to hide your obvious excitement. “i have time to drop by.” 

even though he’s a part of the theatre club, fyodor dostoevsky was pretty much an enigma to the rest of the members. his contributions to the club activities were mainly in the form of the musical compositions he created for the plays. however, because he was always busy practicing for upcoming recitals apart from his music classes, fyodor rarely ever attended rehearsals. 

but on the off-chance that he did drop by in a rehearsal to discuss with sigma or attend a cast meeting, you’d spend the entire time just... admiring him. everything from the calm and articulate way he spoke to messy way his hair framed his face. and on that day when fyodor decided to demonstrate the music by playing it himself on his cello, you realized you were head over heels for this man.

and so you, practically jumped at every chance you got to pick up sheet music or recordings from fyodor’s apartment. you already set the expectation that you wouldn’t be around for long. and you were right about that... usually.

...

“fyodor? hello?” you knocked on the door for what was probably the fifth time already. it was freezing cold outside and you were desperate to get in. pressing your ear against the door, you heard a weak voice say ‘come in. door’s open’ and then tentatively, you unlocked the door.

whenever you saw fyodor, he was always wearing a clean, button-up shirt and slacks since he was also at orchestra practice. so of course, it was a complete shock to you to come into his apartment to find fyodor dressed in bright red pajamas with a mickey mouse logo on the center of his shirt with a colorful patchwork quilt thrown across his shoulders. not to mention, he was seated in his couch with sheet music and tissues strewn around him. 

upon closer look, you could tell from his sunken eyes and slightly red nose that flu season had struck fyodor. 

“oh, y/n, it’s you,” he sniffled as you hesitated near the door. “come in. it’s cold out.” 

“are you alright?” you asked, approaching fyodor. because you had gotten the flu a bit earlier that month, you weren’t too concerned about catching it again. “you look, well, sick.” 

“just a cold,” fyodor waved his hand. “anyway, did sigma send you for something?” 

“he’s asking for a follow-up with the music for the new scene,” you remembered. 

“oh, that...”  fyodor nodded, frowning as he searched the sheet music scattered around him. “i’m sure it’s around here somewhere and... i forgot to do it.” fyodor sighed at the realization. “don’t worry. i’ll just whip something up real quick,” he sniffed before picking up a blank piece of sheet music.

“well you don’t have to right now. fyodor, you’re sick. you should get some rest before working,” you sat down on the couch as fyodor bent over the coffee table with a pencil ready. “i mean, no offense but i doubt you can come up with anything in your current state.”

“nonsense, y/n,” fyodor scoffed and began to scribble something on the page. “i am a trained classical musician. composing is merely second-nature to someone like myself. why, i’m sure i have a melody coming along right--” 

“fyodor.” 

“yes?”

“you just wrote the letter g on the corner of the page and then started drawing random squiggles.” 

fyodor looked down at his squiggled-over sheet music with a completely deadpan expression and stared at it for a good ten seconds. “i thought it was a g-clef,” he whispered to himself.

“do you... want me to help you to your room?” you asked softly. fyodor sniffed.

“yes please.”

...

when you headed out to his apartment earlier that morning, you didn’t expect to be taking care of a sick fyodor for the rest of the afternoon. for someone who always looked put-together and composed, fyodor was terrible at taking care of himself. even after coming down with the flu a few days ago, he still insisted on practicing the cello in his apartment. and, judging by the empty cans in the sink, you could tell that all he was eating was instant soup.

and, sick fyodor was kind of... whiny. it took a lot of convincing on your part for him to agree not to work on the compositions in bed, or practice his bowing. he complained about his pillows ‘not being plump enough’ and that his socks didn’t match (because he didn’t do the laundry). 

“i don’t think i’ll even be able to sleep at this rate, y/n. my head is spinning but i’m not nearly tired enough to sleep. maybe i’ll drift off for just a bit but it won’t be that restful,” fyodor said, laying down on his not-plump pillows before he was out like a light five minutes after.

“drift off for just a bit, huh?” you chuckle slightly to yourself as you watch him. fyodor was curled up on his side, hugging one of the pillows with his blanket wrapped tightly around him. 

you were definitely in a strange situation being in your crush’s house while he was sick in bed. there wasn’t really a need for you to stay; you could just leave some medicine on the nightstand and a note with instructions.

“mmm... key needs to be in e minor,” fyodor mumbled in his sleep before turning over on his side. you bit back a laugh for fear of waking him up. 

‘what the heck? i’ll stay and make him some actual soup,’  you ultimately decided.

...

fyodor woke up to the smell of something delicious cooking, and that was something he rarely woke up to. aside from the fact that he could actually smell out of his currently unclogged nose, fyodor felt much better than he had been in a while. 

‘y/n must still be here,’ was his next thought after waking up. and he must admit, that was very reassuring to know. fyodor didn’t have the best constitution and whenever flu season rolled around, he expected being sick for a length of time. 

after wrapping the blanket around himself, fyodor curiously crept into the kitchen to find you standing over at the stove, stirring something in a pot while humming to yourself. there was a bag of groceries on the counter too. ‘did they... buy me food?’ 

he coughed slightly to get your attention.

“oh, fyodor. you’re up,” you turned around, smiling at him. “how are you feeling?”

“a bit... better,” he confessed, fully aware that he said all those things about not being asleep before embarrassingly falling asleep for two hours. 

“great! soup’s going to be ready in a few minutes. if you freeze it you’ll have enough for a few days,” you added. “also bought some oranges. they should be good for you.” 

“you... don’t really have to do this you know?” fyodor ended up blurting out, except it sounded a bit harsh. “i mean, i’m sure you went through all the trouble.” 

“don’t worry about it,” you waved him off. “you’ve been working really hard so i get that you don’t think of yourself much. let me do this one thing for you as a friend,” you smiled.

“also, i’m genuinely concerned at the amount of canned soup you’ve been consuming.” 

“canned soup isn’t that bad for you,” fyodor insisted. 

“yeah, and i’m sure you enjoy that metallic aftertaste quite a lot,” you quipped. fyodor opened his mouth to retort something before closing it abruptly. the knowing smirk on your face only made him glance away. instead, he busied himself with retrieving the clean bowls, luckily there were two left, from the dishrack and setting them on the table. you were humming again while you turned off the stove before serving the soup.

“chicken noodle soup, huh?” fyodor couldn’t help but chuckle.

“a classic,” you shrugged with a smile. “it’s a secret family recipe too so it’s bound to get you to feel better.” 

“you’re making it up, aren’t you?” 

“yeah, i got it off the internet,” you giggled. fyodor chuckled and took a sip of the soup. it was deliciously hot and flavorful and best of all, the soup didn’t have a metallic aftertaste.

“after eating, you can take some of medicine that i bought in case you have a headache or body pain, as long as you didn’t take any four hours before.”

“what?” fyodor blinked at you.

“you know, don’t take the medicine within four hours of each other,” you explained slowly. “also it’s better that you drink some now that you’ve eaten.” 

fyodor not-so vaguely recalled all those times he drank medicine on an empty stomach and feeling even more sick after. “i... was not aware of that,” he admitted. you sighed with your eyes closed.

“i’m amazed you’re still alive.” 

...

“so, flu season struck the phantom of the opera, huh?” nikolai sighed after you told him about your weekend.

“yeah,” you nodded, remembering the sight of fyodor on the couch dressed in his pajamas with a blanket wrapped around him. that was going to be burned in your mind for a long time. “he’s... kind of terrible at taking care of himself.” 

“that’s fyodor for you,” sigma added. the three of you had arrived at the backstage area of the theatre early and were busying yourselves with sorting through the various props that you had. “you know, one time he even went to a recital with a 39-degree fever. practically collapsed when he was off-stage.”

“i’ll one-up that story,” nikolai practically sprang off the box he was sitting on. “okay, so there was this one time i came over to fyodor’s’apartment while he was sick and he was so delirious he--”

“you guys do know that it’s rude to talk about people when they’re not there.”

the three of you practically spun around at the same time to find fyodor leaning against the doorframe of the backstage entrance with his arms crossed. he was looking way better than last time you saw him.

“fyodor,” sigma blinked, clearly stunned. “you’re... you’re here.”

“you’re alive!” nikolai cried dramatically, skipping over to fyodor and flinging his arms around fyodor who showed obvious discomfort. 

“of course i am,” he scoffed. “thanks in part to y/n.”

hearing that made your face flush a bit. “i-it was nothing,” you stammered, dodging nikolai’s curious stare. 

“anyway, i finished the compositions for the next scene,” fyodor strode forward, handing sigma a folder of sheet music and a flash drive. “let me know if it’s to your liking.”

“thank you. i’ve been having director’s block with that one. this should help,” sigma sighed gratefully. “i’ll give it a listen if you don’t mind.” and before you could say anything else, he scurried out to the stage area.

“and i’m going to leave for some arbitrary reason just so you two would have some alone time,” nikolai snickered at the indignant expression on your face before leaving you and fyodor alone backstage.

“oh, nikolai. always... funny,” you laughed nervously. 

“indeed,” fyodor nodded. “i only have the vaguest idea of what’s been going on during rehearsals. i should probably come around more often.”

“oh, we understand that you’re busy and all. but you’ve already been helping a lot with composing the music so don’t sweat it if you feel like you haven’t been active,” you said.

“well, that’s not the only reason i want to come around more often,” fyodor’s eyes flickered up to meet yours and you felt your face heat up again. god, it was so much easier to talk to to him and joke around when he was sick with the flu.

“in any case, i’m glad you feel better now,” you cleared your throat. “i hope the soup helped.”

“it did. i was sad to see it run out,” fyodor chuckled. and before you could even consider what it was you were going to say, you went and blurted out: 

“i could make it for you again.”

“oh?” fyodor’s eyebrows flew up and a smirk played on his lips.

“i-if you want to of course,” you stammered. 

“i’d like that,” fyodor smiled, much to your surprise. “if you could update me on rehearsals and the play we’re doing, that would be great. how does friday sound?”

“friday sounds great.”

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Stray Kids Reaction || Comforting Hugs [Request]

Chan:

It was just one thing after another that day and you were getting more upset as time went by, you dragged yourself through your front door and threw your bag down onto the floor wanting to curl up into a ball and cry right then and there. The day had started with your boyfriend Chan telling you he couldn't come and see you that night because he was busy with work, which you understood. After all, you knew how much his dream meant to him but it didn't stop you being a little upset over it. The slowly throughout the day things got worse, your heel snapped on the way to work, someone at work dumped a tray of coffee over you so you were forced into wearing a tighter waitress uniform resulting in being reported by one of the Karen's that frequently visited the small cafe you worked in with her son, claiming you were trying to seduce him which ultimately lead to you being fired because your dumb boss valued money rather than the truth.

"Fuck," You groaned laying down on the sofa and trying not to break down into tears, you looked at your phone to see a photo from Chan sitting on your notification bar but you didn't want to open it because then he would know you were home early but you didn't want to be rude, on the screen was a photo of him in the studio, 

Hi baby, hows work? x 

That was all it took for you to break down into tears sitting on your sofa, sobbing into your sofa cushions and cradling them as though it was Chan's chest and he was holding you instead of you being home alone. Your phone was ringing like crazy and you couldn't ignore it anymore, you sniffled and lifted it up to your ear to answer it. 

"Hello?"

"Y/n?! What's wrong? Why aren't you answering my Snapchat? Are you okay?" His voice was full of concern which only made your heartache more at the fact that he wasn't sitting beside you. 

"I got fired Channie." You sobbed down the phone and he was up from his desk in a flash, 

"I'll be right round."

"You're busy-" He hung up before you could even finish your sentence and you just sat there in silence while you waited for him to show up at the door. 

He let himself into the apartment and sat beside you on the sofa taking your hands into his and pulling you close to him,

"Talk to me." He whispered but you shook your head snuggling your face into his chest, 

"I just need you to hold me." You whispered back to him, he unlinked your hands and wrapped his arms around your waist and pulling you into him, holding you as close as he could without you being in his body.

"I'm sorry I made you leave the studio, you could go back." But he stayed silent and rubbed the small of your back in different patterns, whispering sweet nothings into your ear trying to comfort you in any way he could, 

"Shh, I'm here." You smiled softly at him and closed your eyes listening to his heartbeat to calm you down from the awful day you'd had, it was perfect laying here. It was all you needed to make everything seem okay again and Chan knew that he knew all you needed was for him to be there and he was going to do everything he could to keep you happy because he loved you so much.

Minho:

Something had felt off all day, the moment you woke up you felt as though something was going to go wrong and you were right. Your boyfriend of two years broke up with you because he was in love with someone else who just so happened to be one of your close friends, well...Ex close best friend. You'd tried to stay as happy and positive about it as you could but it was hard to do that when it felt like the world was turning against you. You'd tried to call up your best friend Chan but he wasn't answering so you headed to the Soul Cafe to get your favourite drink instead in hopes it would cheer you up a little more. It didn't, now you were sitting in the cafe staring into the cup of hot chocolate and trying not to sob,

"Y/n?" You looked up to see Minho standing at the counter ordering something, you smiled softly at him and stared back down at the cup.

"You alright?" A simple question that normally you would answer without troubles but this time it made your eyes water and your chest hurt,

"Yeah, fine. You?" You were trying to act as calmly as possible but it was as if he could read your mind because the next thing you knew he was walking you out and up towards the studios carrying your cup for you and saying nothing.

"What's happened?" You sniffled and noticed a couple of tears were rolling down your face, Mina and Sana walked past you going to question what was wrong but Minho told them he had it covered,

"He broke up with me for my friend." You managed to say between broken sobs, Lee Know felt his blood boil at the thought of someone hurting you, he'd always had a crush on you but kept it a secret since you were in a relationship and one of Chan's best friends but this was it, it hurt him to see you hurting so much.

"I'll kill him." He mumbled walking you into a studio and sitting you on one of the leather sofas, you sniffled again and he handed you a box of tissues going to leave the room to find Chan.

"Please don't leave me alone." You whimpered, his hand hovered above the door handle at your words ad he turned around to look at you, you were staring at him and he nodded coming over to the sofa and sitting at the opposite end.

"C-Can I hug you?" You stuttered out feeling suddenly nervous to be alone with him, you'd only ever hung around with all of them together he opened his arms and you slid over to him, laying your head on his shoulder and closing your eyes.

"Has anyone ever told you, you make a great pillow?" You whispered snuggling against him and feeling relaxed and somehow at home.

"No, not really." His arm rested on your waist and he smiled, he could have stayed that way forever if you'd have let him just holding you to make sure you were okay or felt better he made a promise to himself that once you were over the low life that dumped you he would ask you out on a real date and make you feel like the amazing person you were.

Changbin:

It had been the worst week for you, you'd gotten sick on the Monday Changbin's holiday started and hadn't gotten better since. It was now Sunday and he'd spent the entire time he had off sleeping on your sofa away from you so he didn't get sick, he couldn't risk getting sick and then spending more time away from work so he was playing nurse for you from a distance. He wouldn't go near you, wouldn't hug, kiss or even be in the same room with you longer than ten minutes and it was starting to make you upset. You were cranky from hardly eating anything and not being able to spend time with your boyfriend was driving you insane.

"One hug." You mumbled coming down the stairs, you had a blanket wrapped around your head and he turned around to see you standing there. You were dressed in one of his hoodies with the blanket wrapped tightly around you and he sighed,

"I can't, you're sick. Back to bed." You stood your ground and pouted,

"I'm fine, I'm not sick anymore." You both stayed silent for five seconds before you began coughing hysterically in front of him and he raised an eyebrow at you.

"Not sick anymore?" He questioned making you mumble something in his direction before heading back upstairs to the bedroom. Changbin went into the kitchen to get you something to eat, though you weren't allowed much so it was mostly soup for you with a little bit of bread to try and build your immune system back up to being healthy once again.

He stepped into the bedroom and heard you sniffling under the covers, you hadn't heard him come in otherwise you would have stopped crying in an instant, you didn't want him to see you like this.

"Jagi?" You wiped your eyes and rolled over to face him acting as though nothing was wrong but he could tell by your bloodshot eyes that you'd be crying, he put the food down on the bedside table.

"What's wrong?" You shook your head at him not wanting to talk about it,

"Get out before you get sick." You whimpered moving over to the food and getting ready to eat but he stood there staring at you.

"What is it? Is your headache back?"

"No, my boyfriend hasn't hugged me in over a week and I want a hug." You pouted and he instantly felt bad for not being able to hold you in his arms, he wanted to more than anything in the world but you were sick and he couldn't risk it. You knew how much music meant to him but when you were sick you didn't care about anything but yourself,

"Move over." He mumbled kicking off his shoes,

"What?"

"Move over." You moved over in the bed and he climbed under the covers beside you, laying your head against his chest as he sat beside you. He wrapped his right arm around your waist and used his left one to turn on your favourite movie on the TV, you smiled softly and looked up at him thinking about all the ways you loved him.

A couple of days later you were fine and Changbin was the one sick and in your bed complaining that it was your fault he was in that state now and how you had to be the nurse for him.

Hyunjin:

Having a best friend that lived halfway across the world wasn't easy, especially when you were also in love with him and all you wanted to do was cuddle up next to him when you were feeling down. Hyunjin knew how much your mental health was taking a hit lately, how sad you were getting because you were away from him, friends and family in your time of need and he wanted to try and cheer you up as much as he could luckily for him he had already made a deal with Chan that on their vacation he could go and see you in your home country without telling you of course as he wanted it to be a surprise and that's where he was going.

"Just a minute." You mumbled dragging yourself over to the front door to see who was knocking so loudly on a Sunday morning at 4:15. You unlocked each of the locks on the door and swung it open to see Hyunjin standing there with a giant smile on his face,

"Oh, Hey. Come in I'll make a drink." It wasn't the reaction he was hoping for but he followed you into the apartment and into the kitchen where you continued to sleepily make a drink. The kettle clicked and so did your mind, the blanket was thrown from around you and you jumped into Hyunjin's arms screaming about how much you couldn't believe he was standing there.

"Hi!" You yelled giggling as he put you down on the ground and smiled at you, his smile was contagious and you already felt better just by him being there.

"Oh god, I can't believe it!" You yelled running into his arms and just staying there, he was resting his head on top of yours and holding you tightly. Neither of you wanted to let go of the other so you just walked into your living room and collapsed down onto the sofa together.

"Why? When? How?" He laughed at you trying to get all the different questions out to him and he pulled away to look down at you, tucking hair behind your ear.

"This morning, it's our vacation and because you needed me." He stared down into your eyes and you smiled at him, his eyes flicked down to your lips and it was the first time he'd ever wanted to kiss you badly, he leant forward and you met him the rest of the way both of you proceed to make out in the middle of your living room.

Han:

You were crying to your best friend about how much you missed your boyfriend Han, you'd only gone over to her apartment to do her makeup and it turned into a girl therapy session where you were now sitting on her bed and crying into her legs about how much you'd missed him. Normally he would stay at your apartment but he was busy with studio things and it was easier for him to be at the dorms than it was to be at your apartment,

"I understand, of course, I do. But I still miss him and I feel like I can't tell him that because I know how much music means to him." You whimpered and she continued to rub your back asking you questions about it, what neither of you had failed to notice was that you were laying on your phone and butt dialling Han. He'd heard everything you said including the broken cries you would let out when your friend asked about it.

He'd used the spare key to get into your apartment where he then laid out blankets on your living room floor and got snacks ready, putting Howl's Moving Castle on the TV and waiting for you. He heard you sniffle as you shut the front door and he said nothing, he just walked up to you and kissed your cheek.

"Han-ah?" You mumbled dropping the bag you were carrying on the floor and walking with him into the living room, there were fairy lights everywhere and he was smiling at you.

"I'm sorry I've been so focused on work lately, I hope this sort of makes up for it." You smiled sadly at him and wrapped your arms around his neck and his wrapped around your waist.

"It's perfect but all I need is you here." You whispered going over to the blankets and sitting down together, he sat you on his lap while you cuddled into him not wanting to leave his lap for as long as humanly possible. You both just laid there tangled together in silence, the movie wasn't in either of your minds you just laid together comfortably as he rubbed the small of your back and whispered sweet things to you to make you feel a little better, telling you a funny story about the boys and then trying to get you to talk but all you wanted to do was lay there and listen to him.

Felix:

Changbin had promised to come and pick you up for the night but he hadn't shown up and text you telling you he was being held back at the studios and you should go around on your own to the dorms. He was your close friend and he'd invited you to stay over at the dorms after a really bad week, you'd been fired on Monday, Wednesday your mum told you her and your father were getting a divorce and it just got worse with every passing day. The walk to the dorms gave you a lot of time to think which wasn't a good thing because by the time you got to the front door you were sobbing and crying into your hands as if you were in some kind of movie, the door opened and Felix was standing there looking at you, his facial expression was full of concern as soon as he saw you sobbing.

"Is Changbin here yet?" You whimpered and he shook his head letting you into the apartment and shutting the door behind you,

"You alright?" You shook your head and headed in the direction of his and Changbin's room to go and lay down and he followed you wanting to know why you were crying.

"What's wrong?" You shook your head again sniffling and looking around for one of Changbin's hoodies and Felix knew what you were looking for and handed you one of his instead, you stared at it before accepting it.

"I'll be right back." He mumbled leaving the room, you changed quickly and lifted the hood around your head, Felix came back into the room with a bottle of water and some snacks but you didn't look like you were in the mood for food.

"Come on," He whispered nodding over to his bottom bunk, it was easier than climbing up to the top one so you laid down in front of Felix. Naturally, his arm rested around your waist and he pulled you back to him making you hum as you rested so close to him,

"We don't have to talk about it." He whispered to you and you could feel his breath on the bottom of your neck making your heart pound. You'd been this close to him once before and it was when you were drunkenly making out at a party that he seemed to have forgotten about but you hadn't, you remembered it as if it happened yesterday. You turned over in his arms to face him and looked up to his face,

"Thank you Lix," You whispered leaning up and kissing him on the cheek, he blushed deeply and you smiled resting your head on his chest to listen to his rapid heartbeat.

"It's fine Y/n." He whispered kissing the top of your head, he wanted Changbin to stay as long as he could at work just so he could lay there with you in his arms.

Seungmin:

It had been without a doubt the worst birthday in the histories of birthdays no one had remembered that it was your birthday, you'd gone to work as normal and then after work, you headed to the restaurant that Seungmin had placed a reservation for you both but he never showed up at the restaurant and you left not wanting to look pathetic sitting there alone all dressed up for nothing.

"Oh Hi!" Chan yelled as you walked into the dorms, he took one look at you and knew something was wrong though,

"What is it?" You looked at the floor and then back up to his face,

"It's my birthday and Seungie didn't remember." You whispered, Chan almost dropped the drink he was holding and he felt bad instantly. They'd all forgotten it wasn't just Seungmin,

"Shit, Y/n...We've just been really busy with the comeback and-"

"It's fine, is he in bed?" He nodded and you walked in the direction of the dorm room, taking off the jacket and crawling into the bed beside him trying not to cry too much. You knew how much this meant to Seungmin so you weren't about to sit and cry about him missing a birthday, you loved how hard he worked and you adored the fact that he was so passionate about music.

"Hey, Jagiya." He whispered once he felt you snuggling against him, you stayed silent and laid against his chest. You knew Chan had followed you into the room and was mouthing a conversation to Seungmin who didn't understand what the leader was trying to say.

"He's trying to tell you it's my birthday." You mumbled against his chest,

"No your birthday is next Friday- Oh my god, I'm so sorry." You shook your head at him and looked over your shoulder at Chan,

"You're busy, it's fine." You promised, of course, you were hurt deep down but you knew how much everything meant to Seungmin so you were just going to get over it and the best way to do that was cuddling up to your sweet boyfriend and just staying in his arms for as long as possible with no interruptions,

"I'll make it up to you." He whispered kissing the top of your head and you responded with a hum closing your eyes and wanting to sleep laying against him for the rest of the night.

I.N:

The panic attack came on strong and you were left breathless and leaning back against a wall, your brother Hyunjin was somewhere in the venue which meant you were alone to deal with this on your own, you were trying to focus on breathing when I.N found you.

"Y/n?!" You looked up at him and he rushed over to you, kneeling you down on the floor in front of him and sitting there with you, he'd seen this time and time again with Han and he knew what to do when someone was having a panic attack.

"Deep breath in and out." He repeated trying to get you to follow along with his breathing but it wasn't working,

"Okay, name five things you can see that are circle." He mumbled and you frowned looking around the venue and naming this,

"Four things you can hear." You named them one by one and he continued to give you small tasks to do each of them slowly taking the mind away from your panic attack and bringing you back down to your normal breathing and thinking.

"You okay?" He asked as he noticed you were now crying, you nodded slowly and stared at him.

"How did you learn to do that?" He shrugged his shoulders telling you he'd seen someone doing it with Han once,

"We'll get you some water," You shook your head and sat on the floor not wanting to move in fact, you wanted to sit and cry about having a panic attack over something that seemed so silly.

"Don't leave me." You whispered and he shifted closer to you, sitting with his back against the wall and as if it was a natural thing for you to do you snuggled against his side resting your head on his shoulder and closed your eyes.

"Thank You Jeongin." You mumbled snuggling against him, he looked around to make sure Hyunjin wasn't around before he snaked his arm around your waist to comfort you hoping no one would come along and ruin it for him.

[kyoomiii]

♡ Sick days [hcs]

- ✎ characters ❝ kageyama, ushijima, kenma and tsukishima ❞

- [ trigger warning(s): none other than maybe one curse word ]

- ⚘ genre ❝ fluff ❞

❝ in light of the current situation i hope everyone is staying safe and healthy. we can get through these tough times together. (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و ❞

-kyo  ♡

Kageyama knows something is wrong the moment he wakes up that morning, the irritating tickle in the back of his throat and the sudden heat that engulfs his body confirms his suspicions, but even so he refuses to let it bother him, pushing even the thought of being sick to the back of his mind as he departs for school.

Though unfortunately, the day passes agonizingly slow for him, and by the time it finally ends he had managed to fall asleep in almost every single one of his classes prompting multiple scoldings from varying teachers which only heightened his pounding headache. 

Even so, he brushes it off with mild annoyance as he changes out of his school uniform and into his practice attire, a small pit of dread forming in his already aching stomach knowing you’d be there waiting for him, and that you’d definitely notice his odd behavior.

As he enters the gym, the familiar squeaking of shoes almost sets his mind at ease, a trickle of relief flowing through him as he basks in the success of hiding his condition and that surprisingly, you were nowhere to be found. However, the moment is short-lived once he spots Hinata, who squints in his direction as if he had grown three heads.

“What are you staring at boke.”

“Nothing… I guess you just seem a bit- weird today.”

“It’s fine- I’m fine! Let’s just practice already!”

But throughout the entire practice, his vision only seems to get hazier, and his head only seems to hurt more as his tosses become less and less consistent, resulting in snickers from Tsukishima, and more shouts from Hinata, until eventually he just collapses in a pile of sweat, an overwhelming ache shooting throughout his bones,  and at this point he no longer cares about the current activity, all he wants is you.

“Crap- Kageyama! Someone get y/n”

And much to his relief, you come in rushing soon after his collapse, Sugawara having moved him into a slightly more comfortable position prior to your arrival.

“y/n…”

“I’m here Tobio… You’re gonna be alright, your sister is here to take you home.”

It was almost scary how lifeless he seemed. Slumped in between Sugawara and Daichi, barely conscious as you run your fingers through his damp hair. The club is visibly startled as it takes a total of all the third years and Tanaka to haul the setter into his sister’s car as a result of his protest.

“No... Want y/n…”

The little whine that leaves him has you flushed, cheeks burning red as you simply nod, scooting into the backseat with him as he deliriously snuggles close to you, a violent shiver running throughout his body despite his unbelievably hot temperature.

The ride back to Kageyama’s house is relatively silent with the exception of the occasional groan or whimper from him. A wave of worry floods through you as you help his sister move him into his bed.

“I’m really sorry y/n, I have to get back to the shop, so can you please do me a favor and watch Tobio for a few hours?”

“I-Uh- Yeah.”

And like that it’s just you and Kageyama, who looks just as bad, if not worse than before the car ride. He’s shivering like a leaf as he curls closely into the blankets, face contorted into displeasure.

“Tobio…”

With a gentle caress to his sickly pale skin, you stand up to leave, a feeling of guilt swelling in your heart at the thought of leaving Kageyama alone, even if it were just a little bit of time as you quickly return with a damp towel to press to his drenched forehead.

He looks almost too peaceful as he relaxes into your touch, the cloth that’s pressed against his skin easing his discomfort all the more. His eyes flutter open, squinting to look up at you.

“I’m okay y/n.. I’m not sick.”

You’re almost in disbelief, and you would smack him for being so reckless if he weren’t so ill.

“You are. Why would you lie about that?（￣□￣；)”

But the gentle grin that stretches across his face disposes of any harsh feelings you may have for his lack of thought in regards to consequences.

“Thank you for taking care of me y/n…”

“Of course Tobio… Now get some rest… Boke.”

It had hit him like a brick. One moment he was fine, sitting in the corner of the gym before practice began, game in hand as some of the members shuffled about setting up the net, and the next he’s suddenly feeling a sort of dizziness in the back of his head.

It was all too familiar, the dizziness followed by an instant ache in his body as he slumps against the wall, eyes darting across the gym in fear of being noticed.

His game is slowly forgotten, as he dies repeatedly, unable to truly concentrate on the task at hand, due to the level of discomfort brought by the heat of his hoodie, but the almost painfully aching shivers that plague his small form convince him to keep it on.

He wishes you were here as he begrudgingly stuffs his game back into his backpack, unable to continue staring at the pixelated screen that has slowly but surely made him more dizzy than he was feeling moments ago. However, the thought of bothering you sets a pit of guilt at the bottom of his stomach, so he stays silent, suffering quietly as the other boys draw closer to finishing setting up. 

In less than three minutes, Kenma manages to fall asleep, legs hugged closely to his chest as he tries to make himself as small as possible in the confinements of his clothing. The gentle tap against his shoulder wakes him up. Kuroo looking over him worriedly, his usual smirk replaced with a frown.

“I’m calling y/n-”

“Please don’t…”

“Not an option.”

Kenma doesn’t have the energy to protest, his already low levels dropping even lower as he drifts between being conscious and unconscious. 

He doesn’t even realize you’re there until the familiar comfort of your touch lingers on his burning hot skin. The warmth makes you recoil in shock, much to his noticeable dismay. He looks so small and vulnerable as Kuroo helps you haul him home.

“Please take care of him y/n…”

And upon Kuroo’s departure back to school to finish the remaining practice, it’s just you and Kenma, who in this current moment has decided to burrito himself in his covers, the little lump that he’s created shivering harshly.

The sight makes you frown as you gently run your fingers over the fabric that he is using to shield himself. You had heard that Kenma would often get fevers after exerting himself when he was young, but everyone, including him had thought he had grown out of that phase. With a sigh, you stand from your spot at the edge of his bed, sending one last glance back before making your way to the kitchen to prepare something that would be easy to eat in his condition. 

As you stir the pot of rice porridge which seemed to be the easiest and quickest option, a small thump resonates throughout the relatively quiet house. A surge of worry filled you as you hurriedly set the stove to low, rushing to see what had caused the commotion. 

To your surprise Kenma lays in the middle of the hallway, his blankets still wrapped snugly around him as he wiggles his way into the living room. The image would be cute if said boy wasn’t currently suffering from a fever.

“Kenma? What are you doing out of bed?”

His response is so quiet, so delicate as you help him onto the couch.

“Missed you...:”

A soft smile graces your lips as you place a chaste kiss to his burning forehead. 

“I missed you too. Let’s get some food and medicine in you and we can go to sleep yeah?”

“...Okay…”

The lull of silence passes between the two of you as you return to the pot in the kitchen, you were sure that Kenma had fallen back asleep…

“I love you y/n…”

“I love you too Kenma”

Morning practice was something that Ushijima never missed out on. He was always there bright and early, dressed and ready before anyone else, including Tendou, who despite sharing the same dorm with, refused to get up at the butt-crack of dawn like his odd roommate. So when the rest of the team gathers, with Ushijima nowhere in sight, there’s a certain uneasiness that settles amongst the Shiratorizawa volleyball club.

“Where’s Ushijima-san… He’s never this late.”

“No idea-”

“Don’t you share a room with him Tendou-san…?”

“...Who told you that? ｢(ﾟﾍﾟ)”

“You did? (´_ ` ﾒ)”

Your mind zones out of the conversation, stuck on a certain ace who was more dedicated to this sport than anyone you had ever met, something you had learned to love about him. The fact that he wouldn’t show up like this was just-strange…

“You guys get started, i’ll go find him.”

“Okay here’s a key~ But if anything-”

“Tendou Satori!”

And with your cheeks flushed red, prominent glare on your face you head off to the boy’s dormitory, ignoring the glances of curiosity as you practically stomp your way through the halls.

Softly you knock on Tendou and Ushijima’s dorm room, only to receive silence. There’s a slight hesitancy to your actions as you slowly unlock the door.

“Toshi?”

You call once more only to be met with the soft breathing of an unconscious Ushijima. The sight is something that is truly a shock, Ushijima Wakatoshi NEVER missed practice because he slept in.

There’s a feeling of worry that settles in your chest as you approach him. Kneeling down you run a hand through his dark brown hair, the heat radiating from his skin causing a frown to form on your features. Gently, you shake his shoulder, calling his name once more.

“Wakatoshi?”

And like sleeping beauty, his eyes flutter open revealing deep pools of dark olive. His mind is a haze, eyes bleary as he looks up at you, and it’s then you notice the gentle flush of pink that tints the tip of his nose and both his cheeks.

“y/n…?”

His voice is hoarse, throat scratched dry, most likely from a coughing fit as he gazes at you confused.

Your frown deepens as he attempts to sit up, visibly wincing before he eventually gives up, body going limp as he lands back on the mattress with a slight huff. 

“It’s okay Toshi, just relax today, I’ll take care of you.”

To anyone else Ushijima remains stoic, however, knowing him as well as you do, you catch the slight upturn of his lips, and the small shift of emotion in his eyes as you press a soft kiss to his forehead.

A sigh leaves you as his eyes flutter shut once more, your lips purse as you call the main office notifying them of Ushijima and your absence, followed by calling Tendou who doesn’t believe a word you’re saying, but nevertheless delivers the message to the rest of the team, and lastly a call to a restaurant for some soup that would be easy on his stomach.

As soon as you finish all your calls, your attention is turned back to Ushijima. His face is scrunched in slight discomfort as he grips tightly at the blanket covering his body, and it’s then you catch the slight shiver the ripples through him.

Ushijima is a man of muscle, his body runs warm like a furnace, but in this moment he can’t help but feel unbelievably cold, despite the burning heat of his skin. So silently, as you take off your blazer and bow tie, folding it neatly and placing it on his desk, you crawl into his bed beside him, holding him close.

He stops shivering, cuddling closely to your body.

“...S’warm...”

“Don’t worry- I’m here.”

And you swear you could see the faintest smile ghost his lips as he settles in to your touch, basking in the much needed heat.

“Thank you y/n...”

Tsukishima could feel the oncoming sickness brewing in his system a day before it decided to smack him in the face. He’s not exactly surprised either, there’s always been this schedule since he was young which consisted of him being perfectly fine and healthy most of the year, and then dying for about a week somewhere in the winter months.

And after years of experiencing the same cycle, he’s become somewhat prepared to deal with whatever may come. Unfortunately though, he was not prepared when the flu decided to make its appearance as soon as his parents and Akiteru were out of town, leaving him to suffer alone.

With that being said, he wakes up one morning, feeling like absolute crap. His throat feels raw and scratchy, his body aches so badly that it just hurts to move, and his head is pounding so hard that he’s sure his brain has become mush.

He barely finds the strength to text you and Yamaguchi that he doesn’t feel very good, and then to his parents who unfortunately won't be back for a little while longer..

Immediately, the text has you worrying, Tsukishima NEVER missed school, and the fact that he decided to skip today meant that he was most likely really sick, and to top it off he was alone, with no one to check up on him, the thought alone put you in a state of mild anxiety.

As a result you spend most of the day with your thoughts scrambled, unable to focus as your mind constantly drifts back to Tsukishima, who has not texted you since that morning. 

You’re so anxious to see him that as soon as the last bell rings you practically rush to his house, using the spare key he had lent you in case of an emergency. 

Your steps are hurried as you enter the house, placing all of your stuff off to the side, then quietly making your way to Tsukishima’s room only to find him knocked out cold, sprawled on his bed cuddling close to a dinosaur comforter (something his mom got him when he was five, but doesn’t use unless he’s in need of real comfort).

The sight makes you smile softly as you set foot into the room, padding softly across the floor as to not wake him. His blonde hair is tousled and messy, some strands sticking to his sweat drenched forehead. Strewn across his bed is an assortment of empty water bottles, and beside his bed sits an empty teacup. 

It’s then the realization strikes you that he probably hasn’t had anything to eat since the day before, the thought making you frown as you brush the stray hairs from his forehead, a kiss being placed against the burning skin instead. 

Upon making your way into the kitchen, you begin to make a simple soup, something that would be easy on his stomach, but would still taste okay to eat. You don’t even notice Tsukishima opening the door to his room waddling out, bundled in his dinosaur comforter until a small thump can be heard from the couch. 

Once you finish the soup, you scoop up a small bowl before walking over to Tsukishima who lays on the couch staring blankly at the wall, he can’t seem to find the energy to make an snide comments, rather he’s just kind of grumpy and quiet mentally cursing life.

“Kei, I made you soup.”

“M’ don’t wanna eat… I’m too tired.”

“If you don’t eat you’re not going to get any better…”

He groans as you help him sit up, making sure to keep the blanket around him so he’d be at least a little more comfortable. When you get him settled you place the bowl in his hands, watching as his eyes squint at it.

“Something wrong?”

“...”

“Oh my god Kei, stop acting like a baby I didn’t poison it.  (；¬＿¬)”

“I don’t know that. ρ(￣ﾍ￣ ﾒ)”

It takes a minute for him to finish, but once he does he’s immediately curled up on the couch behind you, back facing you as you opt to begin today’s homework.

The room falls quiet for a moment, until the sound of shuffling fills the air, next thing you know Tsukishim has joined you on the floor, slithering his way into your lap until his head is resting on your thighs.

“Wow, who knew you could be so soft Kei.”

“- Shut up.................... Thank you for- everything. ( ˵¯͒＿¯͒˵)”

[buckybarnesdollface]

Mountainside: Chapter 1

Summary:  What happens when the quinjet goes down in the Austrian Alps and reader gets snowed in with Bucky at the safe house he brought her to in the mountains?

Warnings: Female reader, just fluff in this chapter

          “It’s not much farther,” Bucky urged as I stopped to clutch at a stitch in my side. Our quinjet had been shot down somewhere in the Allgӓu Alps in Austria by a HYDRA drone, and we had been wandering the snowy mountainside for what felt like hours now. The snow was deep, and with every step I took I sunk into it up to my knees. My left arm hung limply at my side, having been injured in the crash, and my legs burned from trudging through the deep snow. I had only been wearing my jumpsuit when we crashed, and although Bucky had insisted I take his jacket I was still chilled to the bone. My teeth chattered, my fingers and toes were numb, and my chest ached with every ragged breath I took as a result of the frigid air and my physical exhaustion.

           “Easy for you to say,” I snapped weakly. “Your body can withstand a hell of a lot more than mine.”

           “I offered to carry you.”

           I shot him a disparaging look. “I may not be in great shape right now, but I still have my dignity.”

           “Let me know what your dignity is worth when we reach the safehouse and you can’t even move because your legs are like lead,” Bucky replied with a shrug, and then he trudged ahead of me, leaving me to glare at his back as I mustered up the strength to keep going.

           Truth be told, I was grateful that it had been Bucky on this mission with me. He was strong, smart, resourceful, calm in a crisis, and he knew this area well from when HYDRA still controlled him. If it wasn’t for him, even if I had managed to drag myself out of the wreckage of the jet, I would have had no idea how to navigate the mountain to get to the safehouse, let alone that there even was a safehouse nearby. So, despite how frustrating it was to see how easily he was handling this while I felt like death, I was glad to have him as a companion.

           I almost cried in relief as we broke through the trees and the safehouse came into sight. It was just a small cabin nestled in the trees on the mountainside, but right now it offered a place to rest my aching body and warm up and it might as well have been a goddamn castle.

           “Thank god,” I groaned, sinking to my knees in the snow. Bucky turned and cocked a dark eyebrow.

           “You realize now you probably won’t be able to get back up, right?” he pointed out, and I shrugged.

           “I don’t even care. We made it. I’ll crawl the rest of the way if I have to.”

           Bucky rolled his eyes, and then he was slipping his hands under my arms – careful not to jostle the injured one – and hauled me back to my feet. “If you won’t let me carry you, at least let me help you,” he insisted. “Lean on my shoulder.”

           Too tired to argue, I leaned heavily against Bucky’s side. His arm slipped around my waist, and truth be told he all but held me upright as we made our way to the cabin. He pressed a button at the door and then leaned in close to the speaker.

           “Sergeant James Barnes,” he said in a clear, even voice, and then I heard a lock click. Bucky turned the knob and pulled me inside, stomping the snow off his boots on the mat. I tried to do the same, but as Bucky had predicted, my legs felt like lead. “Stay here,” he told me, and then he was grabbing a chair from the small kitchen table, setting it in front of me. He helped me sit before kneeling in front of me and lifting one of my feet to rest it on his knee.

           “What are you doing?” I asked warily.

           “Helping you. You can barely move, you’re so cold and stiff, and if you don’t get these boots off you’ll end up with frostbite.” His fingers were deft as they untied my laces, and then he gently took a hold of my calf and slid off one boot, then the other. Next, he peeled off my wet socks, and I felt my cheeks heat up as he examined my bare feet.

           “The skin’s white – That’s an early stage of frostbite,” he said. “It won’t do damage, but it’ll be uncomfortable. I’m gonna start a fire before we do anything else so I can at least get you warmed up some.”

           I watched as he stood and crossed the room to the small fireplace, arranging kindling and then logs expertly in the hearth. He lit a match, carefully lowering it to the kindling, and within a moment the fire was crackling. He came back over and helped me off the chair and over to the couch. The heat the little fire gave off was a relief after the biting cold of the mountain air, and I let out a soft sigh as I leaned towards the warmth.

           “Not too close,” Bucky ordered, shoving me back into the couch gently but firmly. “If you warm up too fast it’ll put your body in shock. It has to be gradual.”

           “But I’m freezing,” I whined.

           “Taking off that wet jumpsuit would help.”

           I arched an eyebrow at him. “And do what, sit here in my underwear? I have nothing else to wear, Barnes.”

           With a sigh, Bucky pulled the fleece sweater over his head, and then tugged off the blue Henley underneath as well. I coughed uncomfortably, shaking my head.

           “If you think that you stripping down is going to make me want to –”

           “The shirt is for you,” Bucky grumbled, tossing the Henley to me before pulling the sweater back over his head. “Put it on until I have time to search for more clothes.”

           I blushed, caught off-guard as Bucky turned around so I could change. With clumsy fingers still numb with cold, I managed to pull down the zipper in the front of the jumpsuit and shrug the damp material from my shoulders. As soon as my skin was exposed to the air I shivered, and then quickly pulled Bucky’s Henley on over my head, wincing as I lifted my injured arm. The shirt was still warm from Bucky’s supersoldier body heat, and it smelled like mountain air, smoke, and the lingering scent of his body wash he’d used that morning. I pulled it tight around me briefly, grateful to be wrapped in something warm and dry and soft, and then stood and shimmied my legs out of the jumpsuit, letting it drop to the floor. Because Bucky was a good deal taller than me, the shirt fell to my mid-thigh, covering my underwear. Satisfied, I sank back down onto the couch, crossing my legs and shoving my hands under my arms to try and warm them.

           “Okay, I’m decent,” I said wryly, and he turned back around. Something unreadable flashed through his eyes as he looked at me, but it was gone in an instant and then he was coming over to pick up my discarded jumpsuit and hang it over a chair by the fire to dry.

           “Feel any better?” he asked, and I nodded.

           “Yes. Thank you.”

           Bucky grunted his response, heading to the kitchen to rummage through the cupboards. He came back with a first aid kit, and sat on the edge of the coffee table in front of me. “Let me see your arm,” he said, and I frowned.

           “It’s fine, it’s just a scratch –”

           “(Y/N), you’ve been holding it weird and babying it ever since I pulled you out from the wreckage. It needs to be looked at, so let me see it.”

           Something in his tone told me not to argue with him, and I held out my left arm so he could gently roll the sleeve of his Henley up to expose my bicep. He frowned, brows pulling together as he turned my arm over lightly to examine the extent of the damage.

           “It’s not broken,” he finally said, “but it’s pretty badly bruised and that gash is going to need to be cleaned out and stitched up.” He pulled a bottle of rubbing alcohol from the box and soaked a wipe with it before meeting my eyes. “This is going to sting, are you ready?”

           “I just survived a plane crash and a trek over a mountain,” I scoffed. “I think I can handle a little rubbing alcohol.”

           Bucky shrugged, and then dabbed the wipe lightly over my wound. I clenched my teeth, hissing through them, and reflexively pulled my arm away from him. Bucky cocked a dark eyebrow, lips quirking up at the corners, and I glared at him.

           “Not a word,” I grumbled. His eyes sparkled.

           “I wasn’t going to say anything.”

           “Mhmm.”

           Once he was satisfied the wound was clean, he threaded a needle with the nylon thread in the first aid kit and then gave me an expectant look. “Are you going to be okay with the actual stitches?” he asked wryly, and I scowled.

           “Just hurry up and get it over with, Barnes.”

           Bucky was very meticulous as he stitched up my wound, almost professional in his movements. I wondered if he had learned this particular skill in the war, or if it was something he had picked up during his time with HYDRA. Or maybe it went back much further than that, to the days when Steve would pick fights with guys twice his size and instead of telling his parents he had to go to the doctor again for stitches, Bucky learned to stitch him up himself. The thought had me struggling to suppress a grin, and Bucky looked up at me with a furrowed brow.

           “Something funny?” he asked, and I shook my head.

           “It’s nothing,” I replied, and he shook his head before continuing his work.

           When Bucky finished, he cut the thread with his teeth and then wrapped a bandage around my bicep to cover the stitches. He sat back but narrowed his eyes as he looked at my face. “You got hit in the head,” he pointed out, lifting his flesh hand to run his fingertips just above my eyebrow. I winced; I hadn’t even known there’d been a cut there. “You could have a concussion,” Bucky continued. “Do you have a headache? Ringing in your ears? Blurry vision?”

           I shook my head. “Bucky, I’m fine,” I insisted, slightly exasperated. “Contrary to what you may believe, this isn’t my first rodeo. I’ve had plenty of field experience, and plenty of injuries to go with it. If I had a concussion, I would know what signs to be wary of.”

           “Let me see your eyes,” he demanded, as if he hadn’t heard me. He held a little flashlight, and I sighed. He shone the flashlight in my eyes and then sat back as he clicked it off. “You’re not concussed.”

           “Which is what I already told you.”

           Bucky pursed his lips. “You may think I’m overreacting and being overbearing,” he said, “but if you had been in this game as long as I have, you’d understand why I’m being like this. Back in the war, as a sergeant I led a firearms team of four men. If one of those men got injured, even something seemingly minor, it not only hindered the whole team, but the injury could also progress into something worse depending on the conditions we were in.” He frowned. “I lost good men to things as mundane as a broken finger or a cut on their leg. So if I’m taking the time to make sure your injuries are taken care of, it’s because I’ve seen things go downhill fast and I’m trying to get out of the habit of losing teammates.”

           I blinked, at a loss for words. To say Bucky and I didn’t speak would be a lie – We talked quite a bit, but it was usually about missions or things Bucky was still trying to learn about the twenty-first century, or Steve. He had never once talked about his time in the 107th. I could tell now why he hadn’t; his eyes were hard, but held a heavy sadness in their depths. I bit my lip.

           “I’m sorry I’m being so difficult,” I said softly. “I think it’s just the whole situation, and because I’m the newest member of the team and still so young, everyone just assumes that I don’t know as much, or I can’t handle myself and need to be looked out for. I just want to prove that I’m just as capable as the rest of you.”

           Bucky’s lips twitched. “I have no doubt that you can take care of yourself, (Y/N), if need be,” he chuckled. “The point of being part of a team, though, is that you don’t have to. It’s great that you’re as independent as you are, but you don’t have to be.” He shook his head ruefully. “It took me a long time to relearn that after HYDRA.”

           “Can I be honest about something?” I asked him, and he nodded.

           “Of course.”

           “When that quinjet went down, I…I was grateful that it was you with me,” I admitted, and then I realized how that sounded and my eyes widened. “I just mean…Out of all our teammates, you’re the best in situations like this, and if anyone was going to get us through this, it’d be you.”

           This time, Bucky actually smiled. “Is that…is that a compliment? From (Y/N)? My god, did we actually die in that crash? Or has hell frozen over?”

           I pursed my lips, but my grin couldn’t be concealed. “Yeah, yeah, soak it up,” I told him, “because it’s probably the only one you’re getting for awhile. They come in short supply.”

           Bucky laughed. “I’ll take it. Now come here and let me clean that cut on your forehead.”

           I leaned forward, and Bucky took an alcohol-soaked cotton ball and dabbed gently at the wound. I sucked in a sharp breath and his hand stilled, but I urged him to keep going. Once it was clean, he applied a butterfly bandage with a delicate touch that was unexpected for hands as large as his. His fingertips smoothed down the bandage and then he sat back.

           “Your turn,” I said, and Bucky’s brow furrowed.

           “What do you mean, I’m fine.”

           “That huge gash along your cheekbone says otherwise.”

           Bucky frowned. “I heal quickly; it’ll be gone by morning.”

           “James.” My voice was stern as I used his real name. He pursed his lips, and I continued. “It’s been how long since the quinjet crashed, and the wound is still deep enough that your layer of soft tissue is exposed. Supersoldier healing or not, it needs to be cleaned and at least covered.” I shot him a wry look. “Teammates take care of each other, remember?”

           “Ouch, using my own lessons against me,” he mocked, and I grinned before soaking a cotton ball in rubbing alcohol and scooting to the edge of the couch to get closer to him. I lifted my good arm to dab gingerly at the open flesh, and Bucky sat there, unflinching, his eyes focused on me the entire time. A butterfly bandage wouldn’t suffice for a gash like this, so I applied a larger bandage to cover it and keep any dirt out until it at least started to heal.

           “There,” I murmured, sitting back, and Bucky grinned.

           “I’m gonna go find you some clean clothes,” he said, “and then why don’t you have a hot shower while I go outside and bring in some more firewood before it gets dark. I don’t know how long we’ll be here and I don’t want us to run out of wood.”

           He disappeared down the hall to what I assumed was the bedroom, and returned a minute later with a pile of neatly-folded clothes in his hands. “They’ll likely be a bit big,” he said as he handed them to me, “but they’ll work. The water’s on, so the shower’s good to go. If you need anything, I won’t be far – The woodpile is just out back on the treeline there.”

           “Alright, thank you,” I said, and he nodded before pulling his jacket on and ducking out the door. Sighing, I pulled myself up off the couch. My legs were still stiff and sore from trudging through the deep snow, but at least now I could stand without feeling like I would topple over. I made my way down the narrow hallway, where I found a quaint little bathroom. I turned on the water as hot as I could stand it, and then stripped bare and stepped under the stream.

           I immediately moaned as the heat from the water seeped through my skin to warm my cold, aching muscles and bones. I stood like that for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of being enveloped in warmth, before I lathered shampoo into my hair to hopefully get the smell of smoke and jet fuel out of it. I scrubbed the blood and soot from my skin until it was pink, and then finally decided I should save some hot water for Bucky and dragged myself out of the shower reluctantly.

           I wrapped a towel around my body as I wrung out my hair with another one. Upon examining the clothes Bucky had gotten me, I found a pair of black sweatpants and a wool sweater. I pulled on the sweatpants – They were too loose on my hips and a bit long, but I tied the drawstring tight and rolled up the cuffs and they were actually pretty comfy. I picked up the sweater, but then set it back down and opted to pull Bucky’s Henley back on instead.

           When I came back out to the kitchen, Bucky was just coming through the door and stomping the snow off his boots, a sled piled high with firewood in tow. When he caught sight of me, the same unreadable look from before was crossing his face, but then he cocked an eyebrow.

           “Are you wearing my shirt?” he asked. My cheeks heated, and I shrugged.

           “Maybe.”

           “Did I not give you a sweater to wear?”

           “Yeah, but this one’s comfy,” I said sheepishly, and Bucky snorted.

           “I know it’s comfy, it’s mine.” He shook his head. “I guess you can keep it for now.”

           I grinned. “Good, because I didn’t plan on giving it back.”

           Bucky let out a chuckle, and then started filling his arms with firewood to stack by the fireplace. I went to help him, but he shook his head. “No, I’ve got it,” he insisted. “You just showered, you don’t need to get dirt and sap all over yourself.”

           “Bucky, let me help –”

           “You’ll end up pulling your stitches if you do, (Y/N). Trust me, I’ve got it.”

           I frowned, but I knew he was right. It didn’t take him long to pile it all, and then he was leaning the sled against the wall and stripping out of his jacket and boots.

           “I’m gonna take a quick shower,” he told me. “The cupboards should be stocked with non-perishables; you should see if you can find us something to eat.”

           “Anything in particular you don’t like?” I asked, and Bucky fixed me with an unexpected grin.

           “Doll, I survived how many years on army rations,” he chuckled. “I’ll eat just about anything.”

           With that, he went to shower and I was left to rummage through the cupboards. I was surprised to see so much – Cans of soup, canned fruits and vegetables, boxes of cereal, pasta, and an array of spices and sauces. I opted for a box of spaghetti and a jar of tomato sauce; it would be warm and filling.

           As I filled a pot with water to boil, my stomach growled; with everything that had happened today, I realized that I hadn’t eaten since dinner the night before. It wasn’t unusual to go a period of time without a meal on a mission, but after that trek from the quinjet to the cabin I was famished.

           Bucky walked into the kitchen just as I was mixing the sauce into the pasta. His wet hair was messy, as if he’d just run his hands through it, and he’d thrown on a plain black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He lifted his nose to sniff the air.

           “Smells good,” he remarked. “Spaghetti?”

           “Yep.”

           “When will it be ready?”

           “Now,” I replied, dishing it onto two plates and handing him one. We sat down at the table with our food and a couple of bottles of water I’d found in the fridge, and I couldn’t help the giggle that bubbled from my chest. Bucky cocked an eyebrow.

           “What?” he asked, and I shrugged.

           “I don’t know, this just feels so…domestic,” I pointed out. “You making a fire and bringing in more wood, me cooking us dinner, sitting here and eating together…”

           “It’s nice,” Bucky murmured. “Everything is always so fast-paced and intense; this is a nice break.”

           “Except that our jet was shot down and we’re stranded,” I said wryly, and Bucky shrugged.

           “There are worse places to be.” He looked up over a forkful of spaghetti and grinned. “And worse company to be stuck with.”

           “I’ll take that as a compliment,” I chuckled, and Bucky nodded as he chewed.

           “You should. For instance, if I had been stranded with Sam, I would have buried him under six feet of snow and ice by now.”

           I laughed. “Why is it you two are always at each other?” I asked, and Bucky shrugged.

           “Sam’s a good guy. He just gets on my nerves easily.”

           “Clearly.”

           We finished the rest of our dinner in comfortable silence, and then cleared the dishes. Bucky even helped me clean up the kitchen, and then I curled up in the armchair by the fireplace with a thick blanket while Bucky sank into the couch and pulled out his phone.

           “I suppose now that we’re settled in, I should let Steve know what happened,” he said. He put the phone on speaker and then set it on the coffee table. It only rang once before Steve answered.

           “Hello? Bucky? Is everything alright? Why are you using your cell phone, what’s wrong with your comms?”

           “The comms are down, Steve,” Bucky said calmly.

           “Down? Why are they down?” he demanded, and Bucky and I shared a look; Steve was going to lose it when he found out our quinjet had been shot down.

           “See, that’s the thing,” Bucky said cautiously. “We may have a little problem.”

           Steve’s voice was stern now. “Define little.”

           “We were on our way to Russia when we were spotted by a HYDRA drone and they shot us out of the sky,” Bucky told him. There was silence on the other line for a split second before Steve erupted.

           “What? How did that happen? Are you and (Y/N) alright? Where are you? How long ago did this happen? Why didn’t you call right away?”

           “Steve…Steve!” Bucky cried, and I bit my lip to keep from laughing as Steve went full Dad mode, as Sam and I often called it. “I don’t know how they found us,” Bucky continued once Steve had ceased firing concerned questions. “(Y/N) and I are fine, just some cuts and bruises. The quinjet went down in the Allgӓu Alps in Austria, but we walked to a safehouse that was only about an hour away from the crash site. I didn’t call right away because we had to get to safety before HYDRA realized we’d survived, and then we wanted to warm up and patch up our injuries and settle in before we did anything else.”

           “So you’re in Austria?” Steve asked.

           “Yes.”

           “I didn’t know we had a safehouse in the mountains in Austria.”

           “Natasha knows about it,” Bucky said. “She’ll know how to get here.”

           For some reason, this made me frown. I found it strange that the only two people on the team that knew about this safehouse were Bucky and Natasha. Sam used to joke that they were perfect for each other, since they were both ex-assassins with rough pasts and secretive personalities. They had both sworn they weren’t each other’s type, but maybe that wasn’t entirely true. My mind was suddenly filled with the idea that they had been here together before, and for some reason it left a sour taste in my mouth.

           “Steve, when can you get us out of here?” I asked.

           “Well…I might have some bad news for you guys,” he said, and my brow furrowed.

           “What kind of bad news?”

           “Nat just gave us the coordinates to the safehouse, and for starters, the closest place we could land a quinjet or even a helicopter is about six miles to the east.”

           I sighed. The last thing I wanted was another hike across a snowy mountain, but if it meant I got to go home I could handle it.

           “Okay, no biggie. So what’s the problem?”

           Steve sighed. “Tony just checked the weather. There’s a big storm coming your way – Supposed to be the biggest blizzard Austria has seen in almost a decade. Even if we left New York right now, we’d never make it to you before the winds picked up. We won’t be able to fly out until the storm has passed, probably in a couple of days. I’m sorry, guys.”

           My heart dropped to my stomach. I shook my head. “Steve, no –”

           “Two days is fine,” Bucky interrupted as he spoke to Steve. “We’ve got plenty of firewood, and enough food to last probably two weeks. Take your time, Steve, we’re alright here for a few days. Don’t risk your lives when we’re safe where we’re at.”

           “Speak for yourself,” I muttered under my breath, but of course Bucky’s supersoldier hearing caught it. A mixture of surprise, confusion and hurt crossed his face.

           “Half an hour ago you were content,” he said. “What changed?”

           My face heated, because I didn’t have an answer for him that didn’t sound ridiculous. I wasn’t even really sure what my problem was. I shook my head. “Nothing,” I told him, and then louder to Steve I said, “We’ll survive a couple of days, Steve. Be careful, but come as soon as it’s safe.”

           “Hang in there,” he replied. “Hopefully the storm won’t last long and we can get you out of there.”

           Bucky hung up the phone and slipped it back into his pocket. Things were silent for a few moments, but then he fixed me with an inquiring look.

           “What was that about?” he asked. I frowned, feigning confusion.

           “What?”

           “Don’t play dumb with me, (Y/N). Why are you so eager to get out of here?”

           “I don’t know, Barnes; maybe after getting shot down out of the sky and trekking through a cold mountain, I just want to get home,” I snapped, a little harsher than I had intended. Bucky pursed his lips.

           “Soon enough,” he muttered. “We should get some rest; it’s been a long day. You take the bed; I’ll sleep on the couch.”

           I shook my head, suddenly feeling guilty. “Buck, you don’t have to sleep on the couch –”

           “There’s only one bed, (Y/N). Just take it. I’ll be fine on the couch; that way I can keep the fire going all night.”

           I bit my lip, but there was no use in arguing with him at this point. With a sigh, I unfolded my legs from under me and stood. “Goodnight,” I mumbled, and Bucky grunted a response. Frowning, I made my way down the hall to the bedroom, closing the door behind me.

           I pulled back the covers and climbed in, pleasantly surprised at how comfortable the mattress was. The exhaustion of the day finally crashed over me, and all the thoughts of Bucky and being stuck in this cabin disappeared when my head hit the pillow and I fell asleep almost immediately.

           Of course, my sleep was short-lived. I woke up an hour later, freezing despite still being fully-clothed and curled up under two layers of covers. I tried to pull the blankets tighter to myself and go back to sleep, but it was no use; the chill had already settled itself in me and wasn’t going to let go of me that easily.

           With a groan, I forced myself out of the bed, swearing softly when my bare feet hit the cold hardwood floor. I padded my way down the hall to the living room to grab the blanket I’d been using earlier, to use as an extra layer of insulation between me and the chilly air.

           Bucky was asleep when I walked in. Although it was a fairly big couch, his large frame still managed to make it look small. His head was pillowed on one of the decorative cushions, while the other cushion he held to his chest. His mouth was slightly ajar, soft breaths sounding with every rise and fall of his chest. I realized I had never seen him look so peaceful – so vulnerable and at ease. It almost made him look younger, the lines in his face erased in slumber. The fire, which now burned low in the hearth, left a warm glow across his face, casting shadows where his long lashes dusted his cheekbones, and I couldn’t help but think that he looked heartachingly beautiful like this.

           I quickly tore my eyes away. This felt oddly wrong, almost like I was intruding on a private moment. He was only sleeping, but Bucky was such a reserved person that to see him in such a vulnerable state felt intrusive. I grabbed the blanket from the armchair and was just about to head back to the bedroom when Bucky spoke, making me start as the blanket slipped from my hands to the floor.

           “Stealing blankets, are you,” he murmured, tone teasing and voice thick with sleep. He had just one eye open, peeking up at me. I wet my lips and shrugged.

           “You weren’t using it, and I’m frozen,” I replied. “It’s a lot colder in the bedroom than it is out here, so I figured I’d grab an extra blanket to see if it helped.”

           Bucky frowned, fully awake now, and he sat up. “You’re cold?” he asked, and I nodded.

           “It’s fine, though. I’m sure the blanket will help.”

           “Did you want to sleep by the fire? It’s warm out here,” Bucky insisted. “You can bring some blankets and pillows out here; it’s a pretty comfy couch. I’m warm anyway, so a cool room won’t bother me.”

           I shook my head. “Really, it’s okay,” I insisted. “I’m sure I’ll be okay.”

           “Okay,” Bucky murmured, although he looked doubtful. I gave him a small smile before heading back to the bedroom.

           Incidentally, the extra blanket didn’t work. I shifted, even curling my body up tightly, but I still couldn’t shake the chill that had settled in my bones. I knew what the quickest and most effective solution would be, but even if I could bring myself to suggest it, there was a good chance it would either make Bucky uncomfortable or he’d laugh in my face.

           “Fuck it,” I muttered to myself, throwing off the covers and once again sliding out of bed. I was just about to make my way back to the living room, but when I opened the bedroom door Bucky was already there, hand raised as if ready to knock. He gave me a sheepish look as he lowered it back to his side.

           “I heard you tossing and turning,” he explained softly. “You still cold?”

           I nodded meekly. “Yeah.”

           “Y’know, I was thinking,” Bucky said hesitantly, running a hand through his hair. “Because my body temperature is higher than the average person’s, it kind of acts like a heater. If you want – and you can absolutely say no if you don’t want to, I’ll totally understand – I…I can keep you warm.”

           Bucky looked at me cautiously, and it took everything in me not to nod eagerly because this couldn’t have worked out more to my favour. I knew it was hard for him to be open like this, and to let people close; just a handful of months ago, he didn’t even like handshakes. Instead, I wordlessly opened the door wide enough for him to fit through and stepped aside.

           Bucky walked into the room, hands awkwardly shoved into his pockets as I crawled back into bed. I arched a brow at him.

           “I won’t bite,” I promised teasingly, and the ghost of a grin tugged at his lips as he slid into bed next to me.

           I rolled onto my side, and I felt the mattress shift as Bucky got comfortable and pulled the covers up over us. Tentative, he draped his flesh arm over my waist.

           “Is this okay?” he asked in a voice barely above a whisper.

           Instinctively, my body scooted backwards closer to his – closer to the warmth he was radiating. “Mmm,” I hummed contentedly as I felt my own body slowly warming. Relaxing, Bucky’s arm tightened around my waist, hugging me tighter to him as my back pressed to his chest.

           “Get some sleep, doll,” he murmured. My eyes were already drifting shut, and all I could manage was another hum before I was out.

[fanficsfromyesteryear]

SICK & TIRED

A STRANGER THINGS ONE SHOT

— PAIRING: Billy Hargrove x Reader — WORD COUNT: 2,077 — WARNINGS: Cursing, Billy being...himself — REQUESTED BY: @udontneedtokno 

Um hi, can I request a billy x fem reader where she Is feeling a bit sick and crappy and he takes care of her? Also could you make it so they aren’t dating yet so he’s still a bit of a meanie and flirts pretty hard with her while he’s taking care of her? I love ur billy x readers sm🥺💖

— A/N: First of all, thank you so much?? Honestly, he’s my favorite character to write for. He’s so unapologetically rude and flirtatious, and I think it’s hilarious. Secondly, I’m sooooo sorry about how long this took!! Life got really busy for a while, so I didn’t have much time to sit down and write, but it’s slowed down again for the time being. Anyway, I can’t even tell you how excited I was when I saw your request! I’m such a sucker for sick reader/character storylines, probably because I relate to them so much. Any time my stomach hurts even slightly, you would think I’m dying with how much I milk it. I had lots of fun writing this, and I hope it was worth waiting for!!

Despite your best efforts to convince your mom to let you skip school, she wasn’t having it. For one, she thought you were just being overdramatic—so what if your nose was a little runny? She handed you a pack of Kleenex, forced cough syrup down your throat, and shoved you out the front door with a promise that you would be fine. You weren’t so sure, and your suspicions were only confirmed when you ran out of tissues by the end of first period, and instead of clearing your head, the medicine had only succeeded in making you drowsy. More than once, you felt yourself slipping away from reality—you weren’t quite falling asleep, but you could tell that you weren’t wholly present either. You wanted nothing more than to go home and take a nap, but your mom was at work, and you didn’t trust yourself to walk all that way on your own.

“Wow, Y/N, you look like shit.”

You were standing in the hallway, unsure of how you had come to be there—you must’ve zoned out again. With a blank stare, you turned to look at Billy Hargrove, who was leaning with his back to the locker beside yours. “Thank you,” you said, sniffing. You couldn’t breathe—it felt like you had a thick wad of cotton shoved inside each nostril. “I feel like shit, too.” As if on cue, you let out a sneeze.

Billy backed away, warily studying you. You had dark circles beneath your puffy eyes, and your nose was red and raw from being smothered with one too many tissues. You looked absolutely miserable, and even though a part of him wanted to stay as far away from you as possible—just in case whatever you had was contagious—he felt bad for you more than anything. He reached up to brush aside a stray piece of your hair. “Hey—” Billy was about to say more but stopped himself mid-sentence, his hand lingering on the side of your face as his eyebrows scrunched together. “You’re kinda hot,” he informed you.

Letting out a groan, you rolled your eyes and swatted his hand away. “Billy, I’m not in the mood for any of your—”

“No, seriously. I think you have a fever or something.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” you said simply. Turning, you started off down the hallway toward your next class. You’d gotten this far—you might as well stick it out until the end of the day. As much as you didn’t want to be there, you didn’t have much of a choice. You figured you might as well try to carry on like normal.

Billy thought otherwise. You hadn’t gotten far when you felt his hand wrap around your elbow. He pulled you backwards, and in your weakened state, you were in no shape to fight against him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Billy demanded.

“To class,” you said, your voice muffled by your hand as you wiped your nose on the sleeve of your sweater.

Billy scoffed. “No, you’re not,” he said. “You’re sick.”

“Well, what am I supposed to do?” you whined. “My mom’s at work, and—”

“I’ll take you home,” Billy offered. “I need an excuse to get out of here anyway.” Before you could argue any further, Billy slung his arm around your shoulders and led the way outside.

As the two of you trekked across the parking lot to where his Camaro was parked on top of the hill, you were grateful for how close Billy was—you could lean on him for support whenever the need arose, which proved to be quite often.

Billy made sure to help you into the passenger seat—“Watch where you put your hands, Hargrove”—but as he was climbing into the car himself, he looked to you with an air of seriousness. “You better not puke in here,” he warned. “If you do, you’re cleaning it up.”

“I’m not gonna puke.” You hoped that was true because you knew Billy well enough by now to know that he wasn’t kidding, and you didn’t feel like scrubbing your own throw up out of his car’s upholstery.

As the Camaro pulled out onto the main road, you could feel your eyelids growing heavy. At some point, you must’ve drifted off because by the time Billy’s car came to a stop in front of your house, he glanced over to find you fast asleep. Billy yanked his keys out of the ignition and got out with a heavy sigh. As he bent down to scoop you up, he grumbled about how you were going to give him whatever the hell was plaguing you. He concluded with, “Be glad you’re cute,” before kicking the car door shut and walking up the driveway.

Once inside, Billy dumped you onto the couch in the living room. He stepped back and stared at you for a moment with crossed arms as he tried to assess the situation. What had he gotten himself into? He didn’t know the first thing about taking care of sick people—he avoided sick people, mainly because he couldn’t be bothered with them, not to mention how gross they were. You were different, though, and Billy mentally kicked himself for feeling that way. All this trouble just to get you to like him? It was a new low.

When you awoke, you were surprised to find yourself inside your house with a blanket thrown across you, alongside Billy, who was sitting on the other end of the couch with your feet in his lap. You couldn’t remember having walked in—maybe that cough medicine was still messing with your head—and you hadn’t expected Billy to stick around. You had assumed he’d drop you off and then be on his merry way. As far as you could tell, he wasn’t exactly a nurturer. At the very least, you doubted this was how he wanted to be spending his time away from school.

As soon as Billy felt you stirring, he glanced over tentatively and caught sight of you staring at him. He raised his eyebrows in question. “What?” he asked.

You shrugged. “I didn’t expect you to still be here,” you answered.

Billy looked almost offended at this. “And leave my favorite girl to die alone? I would never.”

A small laugh escaped your chapped lips. “I’m not dying,” you said, poking Billy’s knee with the toe of your sneaker. “At least, I won’t be once I take the right medicine.” You must’ve slept off the effects of the cough syrup your mom had given you—you were no longer insufferably tired, which was a plus, but the congestion in your head had culminated into a headache, and it had brought a side of chills with it. You swung your legs over the side of the couch and were about to get up when Billy stopped you.

“No,” Billy said, pushing you back down. “I’ll get it.”

You told Billy where the bathroom was and what to grab—“Aspirin’s fine”—then he disappeared down the hallway branching off of your living room. You were no expert on what the average time should’ve been for completing such a task, but after several minutes had passed and Billy still hadn’t returned, you started to wonder what was taking so long.

The answer to your silent question came in the form of Billy irritably yelling, “Y/N, why do you have so much shit in here?”

Grumbling, you rose from your spot on the couch and shuffled into the bathroom. “What do you mean?” you asked.

Billy turned to find you standing at his elbow, wrapped up in a blanket somewhat reminiscent of the way E.T. had been in the flying bike scene. Only your pouting face protruded from the folds of fabric. The blond couldn’t help cracking a smile at your appearance—comical, yet undeniably cute—and just like that, he had forgotten what it was that had caused your sudden presence.

You took no time jogging Billy’s memory. “It’s right there,” you said, your eyes resting on a bottle sitting on the bottom shelf of your medicine cabinet. A moment later, your hand poked through the blanket and seized the small container. You bumped Billy out of the way as you popped a pill into your mouth and stepped in front of the sink to pour yourself a glass of water. By the time you’d swallowed, he was gone.

“Billy?” you called, stepping out of the bathroom.

Billy’s voice came from somewhere down the hall, saying, “Holy shit, Y/N, is this your room?”

You appeared behind Billy in an instant, latching onto his arm and giving it a tug. “Oh, my God,” you said, your face burning. “Don’t go in there. It’s a mess!”

Being the sort of person that likes to do the exact opposite of what he’s told, Billy easily pulled free from your grasp and wandered inside. He was like a kid in a candy shop as he admired the things lining your shelves—trinkets, books, records, and the like—with wide eyes. Bedrooms tell a lot about the person to whom they belong, and boy, was Billy learning about you.

“And, who is this?” Billy asked with a devious smile as he picked up the faded brown teddy bear that had been lodged between the pillows on your bed.

Groaning, you buried your face in your hands, the soft fabric of the blanket covering your eyes. You wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole. If you had known that Billy Hargrove, of all people, was going to be in your room later, you would’ve made an effort that morning to clean up a bit—at the very least, you would’ve hidden anything embarrassing.

You risked a peek up at Billy, but he wasn’t where you’d last seen him. Instead, he’d moved over to your dresser and was rummaging through its drawers. How typical, you thought with a roll of your eyes. I look away for one second, and already, he’s trying to find my underwear.

Billy achieved his goal, too—you could tell by the cheeky grin on his face. His gaze cut over to you, then back down to the contents of the drawer in front of him, nodding thoughtfully all the while. He was about to pull something out, but you intervened—extending an arm, you slammed the wooden compartment shut, and if Billy hadn’t been so quick to pull his hands out of the way, he would’ve gotten his fingers smashed.

“That’s enough of that,” you said, grabbing Billy’s hand and dragging him back into the living room.

“You’re no fun,” Billy complained.

Both of you returned to your spots on the couch in moody silence. You tried to cross your arms, but you stopped abruptly when you realized that your fingers were still entwined with Billy’s. Blushing, you glanced down at your hands, then up at him, however, he didn’t seem to be paying you any mind. He was facing the wall directly opposite the couch with his eyes closed.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

Billy raised an eyebrow in acknowledgment. “Trying to picture you in that underwear,” he stated simply, the corners of his mouth turning up slightly.

You snatched your hand away to shove him with it. “You’re the worst, Billy Hargrove,” you said, but you couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped your mouth afterward.

“Damn it, Y/N,” Billy said. “I can’t concentrate with you giggling like that.”

“Good!” you remarked, nose held in the air as you squinted tauntingly at Billy.

Despite the two of you constantly teasing each other, you actually felt substantially better by the time Billy left your house that afternoon to pick Max up from school. He may not have been a doctor in the making, but where he lacked in nurturing qualities, he made up for with playful flirting and good company, and as they say, laughter’s the best medicine. You thought your troubles were over until you woke up the next morning to the sound of your phone ringing.

“Hello?”

You were answered with a sneeze from the other end of the line, followed by a hoarse voice saying, “This is your fault.”

“Aw, Billy, are you sick?” you asked, feigning surprise as you bit back a chuckle.

“Yeah, I’m sick,” Billy whined. “Get over here and fix it.”

“What’s the magic word?”

Another sneeze, then, “Now.”

And your mom thought you were dramatic when you were sick. As if.

[ijustwant2write]

The Right Treatment-Thomas Shelby x Reader

(GIF credit to @19-9x​)

Tags: @captivatedbycillianmurphy @jenepleurepasbaby @amirahiddleston @bloodorangemoonlight

Requested by @randombella: 'Hi, I absolutely love your writing! Could I request a Tommy x reader where she’s a childhood friend of all the Shelbys and then she’s got some kind of illness and keeps getting sicker but tries to hide it. But then Tommy finds out and everyone’s angry at her for hiding it and makes her get treatment. Thank you so much! Xx'

Characters: Tommy Shelby x Reader, John Shelby x Reader (platonic), Arthur Shelby x Reader (platonic), Polly Shelby x Reader (platonic)

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Swearing, illness (including pain), injury, arguing, angst, fluff

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Another morning waking up in pain, another morning where I hid that away from my closest friends. I slowly sat up, having to pause for a second as my head was spinning. After a while, I thought I would be used to it. Pushing through it, I forced myself to stand, stumbling my way to the wardrobe. I had to get dressed and ready before going to have breakfast, because I found it harder to make my way back up the stairs again. The pain subsided for a while, my headache disappearing, but my muscles still aching.

The cold nipped at me as I stepped outside, wrapping my coat tighter around me and making sure my hat was secure on my head. We never received good weather, and it made me feel worse every day. It didn't help that I was vulnerable to colds that could keep me in bed for up to a week, and this would be my first day back after having to take some time off, again.

"Here she is!" Arthur bellowed as I stepped into the betting shop."Dunno how we've all survived without your gorgeous face round 'ere."

"Don't get too close Arthur, I'm still not fully recovered."

"No, nothin' is stopping this." he hugged me tightly, not realising how much pain he was causing.

I winced, holding in the whimpering as he let go, smiling as I quickly turned around, heading to my desk outside of John's office. I had been his secretary for many years, I had been there when the business first started. The Shelby's and I were close, we were there for each other throughout everything. And after my parents died, they were the only ones I had left. They were sickly like I was, and I feared that I too would follow suit. But no one else needed to worry about me, especially not my boys.

"What time do you call this? Been slacking off all week and you waltz in fifteen minutes before we open?" John teased as he opened the door to his office, leaning against the door frame.

"It's called being on time. I'm here before all the other workers as you can see." I stated, meaning back in my chair and smirking.

"I'm just messing. You give them lot a bad name."

"I just like being here. It's better than being alone in my house. And I've been stuck there for a whole week."

"Yeah, we meant to visit but-"

"But you had business. Don't worry, I understand."

"Just seems that you've been getting ill quite a lot recently-"

"John, I'm fine. It's just this weather."

He looked me over with concern, nodding his head slowly before going back into his office. The tension in my shoulders dropped, glad that he dropped the topic before any questions were asked. No one else needed to worry about me, and I didn't want anyone else knowing.

As usual, the shop was busy. Everyone was bustling about, and it was getting far too hot already. Men were constantly walking by me, some even bumping into my desk which pissed me off. John was working on the bets too, so my work was limited. It always was with him, Tommy handled more of the paperwork. And speaking of, I hadn't seen Tommy once that day.

However, after another hour, the noise, humidity of the room and generally the people, were getting to me,

"I'm going for my break." I struggled to tell John as he was surrounded by other workers.

I heard him acknowledge me, though I wasn't sure what he had actually said. Taking it as a yes, I left anyway, relieved to be in the fresh air. As I stood in the backyard, I leaned against the wall, closing my eyes as I tried to cool off. My headache was back, and my back hurt from being stuck at the desk. The pain made me want to cry, but I couldn't show that in front of anyone. Save the tears for home.

"(Y/N)?" Tommy appeared, making me jump.

I broke out into a cough as I gasped, turning away as if that would hide me from him. I felt his hand on my back, and I moved away, quickly recovering.

"You shouldn't be back." he simply stated.

"I'm fine. You just made me jump." I breathed out, standing up straight.

He was silent, about to light a cigarette before putting it back in the box."Are you feeling better?"

"Yes."

"You're lying."

"I might not be fully recovered, but I'm completely fine to work."

"If you say so."

I huffed, rolling my eyes."Tommy, I'm capable of working right now. I don't need you all to babysit me."

"We're just looking out for you-"

"Yes, well...I can do that by myself, thank you!"

My anger had come from no where, making me falter slightly, and I had to use the wall for support. Tommy reached out to me to help, but my arm shot out, rejecting it.

"I'm going back inside. I need to get back to my work." I mumbled, trying to ignore the dizziness as I walked away.

"(Y/N), woah, hold on." Polly blocked me from entering the shop, and I groaned at her.

"Polly, I'm fine. Let me get past." I snapped.

"No you're not. I'm not an idiot, anyone can see that you're about to faint at any minute." she directed me to a chair close by.

"Pol-"

Her hands went to her hips."Shut up. Tommy, have you seen the state of her?"

Tommy stood beside her."Yes."

"Well, why haven't you sent her home?"

"She says she's perfectly fine."

"Oh for fucks sake. You are going home, now."

"What? Polly, you can't be serious."

"I fucking am. I'm not going to make you work if you look like you're about to drop."

"But I've been off for a week."

"Doesn't matter. Get home and rest properly." the scowl on her face softened."Please."

I sighed, wanting to retaliate and stubborn, but I could already feel the energy draining from me; glancing at the clock, I saw that I had a long time left, and I knew that I wouldn't last long.

"Fine." I huffed."I'll go."

"I'll walk you." Tommy offered.

I went to say no, but Polly's eyes warned me not to."Go with Tommy. I'll be round at some point to check that you're eating properly too."

This isn't what I wanted. The Shelby's had done so much for me in the past. We were next door neighbours since children, my dad even got involved with the gang side of things because the boys were always able to cut him a good deal, they wanted to help provide for our family. My mum didn't care that he was a blinder, as long as he came home alive and spent time with me. And of course, there was that fucking war, and my boys came back entirely different men. It took a long time to build up our relationships again, to be able to laugh freely.

"Tommy, I'm sorry you have to walk me home. I know you've got better things to do." I said as we left the shop.

"No I don't."

I didn't know what else to add, deciding to say nothing. As I unlocked my house, I didn't expect Tommy to follow inside. I said nothing against it, knowing he would have come in despite my objections.

"Are you here to spoon feed me?" I deadpanned, taking off my coat and setting down my handbag as if he wasn't there.

"Why are you pushing us away?"

"I'm not. I just don't think I need this much fussing over."

I made my way to the kitchen, sitting at the tiny dining table. My body was relieved, relaxing slightly, though the numbing pain was still there.

"(Y/N), look at yourself. You're not like you used to be." he sat opposite me.

"I'm exactly the same."

"No you're not! You don't move around like someone your age. I don't see you interacting with anyone as much as you used to. And...and you don't dance anymore."

I hadn't seen Tommy this upset for years. It was breaking my own heart.

"You used to dance all the time. Any music that played and you were up dancing, didn't matter where we were either. You were always able to get John or Arthur, even Finn to get up with you. Never me though. I haven't danced with you enough."

"Tommy, you make it sound like I'm dying." my voice was shaky, knowing there was truth in my words.

He hadn't broke eye contact, but I saw a change of emotion in his eye."Because you just might be."

"T-Tommy I'm not dying."

"Then why are you so scared? Have you been to a doctor?"

"There wasn't any need-"

"Have you seen yourself?" Tommy was beginning to get angry."Why haven't you been?"

"Because I know that this is just a small illness! I-I haven't fully recovered."

"(Y/N), stop lying to yourself. Please let me take you to a doctor, or get one sent here."

"Tommy! I don't need you to look after me anymore!" I suddenly shouted, silencing the both of us.

Instantly regretting what I said, my heart was telling me to apologise, but my stubborn mind refused to. Tommy sighed, standing up to leave, but before he did, he kissed me on the forehead. I stayed in my seat as he left, laying my head down on my arms to cry. I didn't want to argue with him, I didn't mean to shout. Why hadn't I just talked with him?

Although tears were stilling spilling out of my eyes, I got up and made myself a cup of tea, needing a distraction. But what with the stress and due to how tired I was, I sat back down again, sipping at my tea. I had one of those moments where the time disappeared in an instant, I felt like I blinked and it was suddenly dark outside. Though I hadn't thought about anything, my mind had been blank. Perhaps that was my way of pushing away the situation at hand.

There was a knock at the door, and I knew it was Polly. No doubt she came to feed me, and she would definitely make me eat. Slowly standing, I called out to her, letting her know I was coming, when I felt dizzy again. Holding onto whatever was nearest to me, I struggled to walk to the door, which should have taken me less than ten seconds. Polly's voice was muffled behind the door, but I could hear my breathing ever so loudly in my ears. My upper body wasn't able to hold itself upright, and I fell against the wall. Trying to stand up straight, I swayed backwards, before tipping forwards and collapsing, but not before smashing my head against the stair banister. 

The same pounding in my head I usually woke up with was still there, though the throbbing pain throughout my body was more intense. Was Tommy right? Was I getting closer to death? I opened my eyes, preparing myself to face another day, when I realised that I wasn’t at home. The ceiling was white, and much higher than mine in my room. And as I started to gather my surroundings, it was clear that I wasn’t laying in my bed, it was too bright in here to be my room, and the smell was too strong; it smelt too clean in here, too sterile. 

“Tommy?” I mumbled as I realised he was sat in a chair next to the bed. He looked rough, it was clear that he had been here all night with me.

His head pricked up when he heard me, rubbing his hand over his face.“You’re alright. You fell yesterday, hit your head badly.”

“I don’t really remember that.”

“It was lucky that Polly was there. She kicked the door in and called us. Drove you here as fast as we could.”

“I’m sorry Tommy. I’m sorry for making you all worry.”

“It doesn’t matter.”

“It does though.” I stretched out my hand towards him, glad when he held it.“I could have easily solved all of this, I could have just gone to the fucking doctors and got all of this sorted before it got worse. But...but I didn’t want to end up like my parents.”

“Why?”

“Because they got sick towards the end of their lives. And although they were old, they were still too young to have died. I just thought...if whatever I have has come from them, and I have it now, I was scared that I would go too. And I couldn’t stand it if I left all of you, and I wouldn’t want to be a distraction from your work. Being a Shelby is hard enough, you didn’t need me to add to that pile of work.”

“You are not a distraction, and you are not another fucking problem I have to deal with. You are my family. I would rather be dealing with another mafia target than seeing you like this, stuck in a fucking hospital. That’s why we all told you to come here, to get better. You’ve got all of us here for you.”

“I know. I’ve been an idiot for not letting you all in.”

“Yeah, you have.”

A small laugh came out of both of us.“Tommy, am I going to be alright?”

“They haven’t gone into too much detail, but they assured me that you are no where near to death.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yes. It’s going to take a while, but they have the right treatment for you. But they said you have to take it easy, you must rest. So you won’t be coming back into work.”

“What? But Tommy-”

“I’ll cover your funds.”

“I can’t let you-”

“Yes you can, because I already have. And you’re also going to give us all a copy of your key, because I knew you wouldn’t want to be living anywhere else.”

“That’s not true.”

“Isn’t it?”

My eyes cast down, suddenly embarrassed to say it.“I wouldn’t object to living with you.”

“With me?”

“Yeah. Unless you don’t want me around.”

“No, I do. I think I can cope with you.”

I smiled at him, squeezing his hand.“Thank you Tommy. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

“You won’t have to wonder anymore.”

[bakubabes-tatakae]

Take Care Of You || Ichigo x Reader

Warnings: fluff, sick!reader

Word Count: 906

Your cough rang through the apartment as you slowly rolled over in bed, reaching for your cell phone that sat on the edge of the nightstand. When you looked at the time you groaned to yourself. 2:25 am. The last thing you wanted to be right now was awake. Your stomach did flips as you laid in bed, staring at the ceiling and hoping that the waves of nausea would pass quickly. 

The brightness of the screen hurts your eyes and made you even more uneasy. Your headache grew as the screen felt like a spotlight, but you knew that there was one person that would help you feel better. You opened your messages and clicked on his name, hopeful that he would still be awake for you. 

2:25 am

Ichi, are you still awake?

You placed your phone back on the surface after pressing send. The last thing you had expected was for him to be awake at this time of the morning. But that buzz sounded against the dark wood, the light from the screen faintly lighting up the room around you. When you opened the message you squinted at the light again.

Ichigo ❤️ 2:26 am

I’m awake baby, what’s up? Are you feeling any better?

2:26 am

Not at all, that’s why I text you. I was going to see if I could call you? Maybe your voice will make me feel better? 🥺

You stared at the phone screen, waiting for the three dots to appear on the bottom of the chat. When you had waited a couple of minutes and nothing happened you had figured that he had fallen asleep.

But as time passed your nausea showed no signs of disappearing and the ceiling was unchanging. A small knock on your door echoed through your small apartment.

Your eyes shot open and fear struck you. Who could possibly be at your door at 2:45 in the morning? As you slowly stood from the bed and slunk your way through the hallway and to the living room you had a very uneasy feeling. Anxiety adding to nausea to make you feel even worse. When you looked through the small hole in the door you were met by a familiar face.

Ichigo Kurosaki.

You opened the door and gave him a weak smile, trying your best to make yourself look like you weren’t feeling as crumby as you were. His soft eyes glowed as he smiled back at you. “I didn’t mean to scare you, but I wanted to surprise you.”

Ichigo walked toward you and picked you up from the floor. His strong arms cradled you as he walked you to the bedroom. As he laid you down on the bed he reached for the thermometer, shaking it before placing it between your lips. When he read the number he sighed a little, placing the back of his hand to your forehead. “You’re burning up darling, let me turn the AC on and get you some soup.”

You felt guilty for having him do all of this for you. You were worried that he would grow tired of taking care of you. The last thing you wanted was for him to feel like you were a burden to him. When he returned with a bowl of soup you smiled softly as you took it from him. You patted the bed next to you with your free hand, hopeful that he would take a seat with you. “Please sit with me Ichi.”

Ichigo slowly climbed onto the bed next to you and held an arm out, waiting for you to lean back into him as you eat your soup. As the warm broth hit your tastebuds you felt a feeling of euphoria, a homey feeling at the nostalgia behind the taste. It had been so long since you had had someone that truly cared about you enough to even make you soup. You felt Ichigo’s lips touch the top of your head and a small giggle left you as you slurped in another noodle. “I love you, Y/n.”

You slowly looked over at him, lowering your bowl of soup to your lap. The both of you were still getting used to using those three words on each other. Just the sound of it like music to your ears. “I love you too, Ichigo. Thank you for coming over. It’s really late, you don’t have to stay up with me, you can sleep while I eat my soup.”

Ichigo placed his hand on your forehead and ran it through your hair. “I’ll stay up with you. And once you’re done your soup I have a heating pad for you.” He grabbed the pad off the nightstand on the opposite side fo the bed and held it up.

You could swoon over the empathy this man was showing for you. As you finished the last of the soup you placed the bowl on the stand and rolled onto your side in the bed. You felt Ichigo’s strong arm fall upon your waist and the warmth of the heating pad touching your belly put you in instant ease. “Good night love, feel better in the morning.”

The last thing that you heard as your eyes shut before you was the sound of his soothing, deep voice, something that you would soon learn to be your favorite thing possible. 

[mistaeq]

Can I get a small drabble with a sick Rohan? Like his s/o has to take care of him but he's really stubborn?

Sick!Kishibe Rohan: Working Fever

TW // none

Thank you for your request♡ This is totally NOT a drabble. Inspiration carried me, and a small fic was born. I hope you enjoy this !! Sorry for the amount of time it took for me to post this.

SUMMARY: Kishibe Rohan is sick, but above all, is stubborn. Will you be able to properly take care of him? Neutral!Reader.

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

You were pretty sure you had seen, from the half covered by the curtains window, his figure rushing out of his studio to run towards the bedroom. Damn it, you knew you shouldn't have trusted him.

You had left Rohan in the bed that morning, when you left to get to your own job. He had a high fever and a bad headache. You had noticed he was sick, because he took more than his usual fourteen seconds to stand up after his alarm clock rang. The mangaka groaned in his pillow, and tried to push up from the mattress, holding up his head with his eyebrows furrowed. He sat on the edge of the bed for at least a minute, and then slowly stood up.

All of this, under your shocked gaze. You had lifted your head up from the pillow, and looked at his disheveled green hair. Usually, you had no time to see it like that, since the moment you turned towards him, he already had a headband on. But now, he was there, clearly not okay, the red headband he had planned to wear, still on his bedside table. "Rohan...? Darling?" As soon as he heard you, he moved his head to slightly look behind himself. "Are you okay...?"

"Yes." he mumbled, stretching his back. "I'm fine. I'll just..." Rohan paused for an instant, to take off the greenish tank top he was wearing in bed. "I'll just go and refresh myself." he finished, throwing the tank top on the bed and slowly moving towards the bathroom. You were pretty sure you had seen a suspicious, red color all over his cheeks, when he turned towards you.

As he disappeared behind the bathroom door, you instantly moved to grab his topwear to check on it. What the hell. It was full winter, yet both Rohan's mattress side and his tank top were drenched in sweat and extremely warm. Needless to say, you started to worry for your boyfriend. This wasn't exactly normal. Plus, you had noticed he had kept on covering himself with blankets always more, that night. And he hated blankets.

You immediately stood up and walking away to the bathroom Knocking at the [Heaven's] door. - i am deeply sorry. - "Rohan?" you heard nothing more than just heavy breathing. No wonder, after some minutes you pushed on that doorknob yourself anyway, as you found your significant other in front of the wash basin, red faced and sweating.

"Oh, you're right, I'm... I'm taking too much time getting ready. Let me finish washing my face and I'll be out of here." he said, clearly understanding you were checking on his health and trying to play it cool. 

"You are not okay at all, what the hell..." you murmured, ignoring his attempt to look like he was fine and pushing his shoulder a little to make him bend down and press your lips to his forehead.

"What the fuck, y/n..." the mangaka almost scolded you, trying to pull away from your grasp. But his muscles were all the way weaker, that morning. You kept him in place and let go of him only after some seconds, grabbing then his wrist and pulling him towards the kitchen. "Oi... what are you doing...?" Rohan complained, stumbling on his own feet as you pulled him with you.

"You're warmer than an oven. This is fever." you stated, pointing towards the armchair as soon as you got to the living room, right in front of the kitchen. "Sit." Rohan was so stubborn, you were aware you would have had to raise your voice if you wanted him to listen to what you were telling him.

"Y/n, I gotta get some manga pages drawn for tomorrow, I really have no time-"

"Sit." you repeated, moving the armchair towards him with your stand. "I'll get a warm cup of tea prepared for you. It helps." your asserting voice convinced him, as he sat and witnessed you sticking a thermometer in his mouth.

"Y/n!" the green haired protested, pouting with the cold medical tool in his mouth. He crossed his arms in front of his chest, like a grumpy baby about to throw a tantrum. He so desperately wanted to go and get to start working on his manga, Pink Dark Boy. What if maybe... just maybe, he could get you to change your mind with a little trick... "Heaven's Door." he whispered, right when you turned around to go and prepare him some tea.

Your boyfriend's stand, in fact, showed up, slowly walking towards you. No wonder, the mangaka would have wanted it to move in a quicker way, but... "What is this sound..." you asked yourself, hearing little feet sounds. You turned around, to get greeted by a weak Heaven's Door, red cheeked and tired looking, coming towards you. What hurt you the most, was that it effectively was Kishibe's soul. What kinda tiredness and burden did he carry inside of him, apart from fever? "Oh, Heaven's Door..." you murmured, being deeply sorry. It didn't even have the strength to attack you as Rohan would have wanted.

"I'm cold..." the mangaka said in a low voice, kinda hoping you wouldn't have heard it, while you were busy observing his stand. But you did hear him. You didn't move from the kitchen stoves, this is why the green haired, stubborn boy got surprised, when he saw your stand rushing towards him with a blanket. "Y/n... come on, no..." he tried to protest, as strong arms covered him and caressed his head. You giggled at his cute, tired voice trying to get your stand away from him, as you picked Heaven's Door up, just like a baby, kissing its warm, red cheek.

"Who's the cutest? Who is it?" differently fron Rohan - if we can afford to say so, since it's his own soul -, the little porcelain colored guy loved being praised and being taken care of. You were aware of it, as it giggled and if possible, blushed even more, not for the fever, but for the compliments. As you waited for the sick mangaka's tea to be ready, you approached his armchair, giggling. "Look at your stand, so cute... how would you feel about having/adopting a baby?"

Kishibe spat out the thermometer, as your stand luckily caught it before it broke on the ground. "A BABY?" he coughed. "DO I LOOK LIKE I HAVE THE TIME AND THE WILL TO HAVE ONE?" he squealed, his voice making it difficult to scream properly, you laughing and letting Heaven's Door down.

"No, Rohan, not at all..." you said, letting him understand you were being rather sarcastic. Your stand sticked the thermometer in your hands. "Let's see how bad your fever is..." your eyes widened, staring at the result. Damn, 39,5 °C. More or less 102 °F. This was a high one. Poor boyfriend of yours... especially considering how bad he cares about fulfilling his work expectations. But you wouldn't have let him even think about working. That you hadn't considered a little insignificant detail, which hit you when you heard your phone ringing.

Oh dear. Sick boyfriend, the thermometer, the tea, the phone... Somehow, you saw Heaven's Door's little hands grab your cell phone and hand it to you. Really, really sweet of it. But... "Rohan, love, please don't make your stand do many tasks. As you're sick, it is sick, too." you whispered, before squeezing the phone between your shoulder and your cheek, while walking back in the kitchen and checking on the tea's state. "Yes?" on the other side of the phone, obviously, your boss.

You had found yourself so many times complaining about how strict your boss was, and you perfectly knew that being absent would have caused him to get very, very angry at you. Worrying and taking care of Rohan, you had forgotten to tell him that you would have been late. For that, your boss was really furious, and told you that if you wouldn't have managed to get there in less than ten minutes, you would have been fired immediately.

On the verge of tears, you quickly shoved the cup of tea in your boyfriend's hands, and ran to the bathroom to wash and get dressed. The mangaka had noticed that your mood had suddenly changed, but you also didn't want him to get worried about you. So, you immediately washed your face to avoid stray tears to come out of your eyes. The green haired artist had never been so sick before, and you kinda knew that it would have been better for you to be by his side. But your boss would have never listened to you or cared about it, anyway.

Also, you knew Rohan enough to know that as soon as you would have put your foot out of the door, he would have rushed to his studio and started to draw, and work, and write for his manga, despite his high fever. And that was exactly the thing you wanted to avoid. In fact, he had moved in your bed, the cup of warm tea in his hands, when you kissed his boiling forehead to say bye, as you were about to head to your office. "I know your manga is important. Everyone's job is important to earn money and relevance. But Rohan, please. Even more important than salary is health. And you really, really lack it now."

He stared at you, sweating but still feeling cold, as he curled up a little more in the blanket. The thought of him faking obedience ran through your head, but you'd rather think this time he'll realize he can't overwork himself while he has a high fever. "I get it, y/n. I won't work, today. Promise." Kishibe Rohan was promising. Maybe you felt your heart relax. Maybe now you knew he would have listened to you. You rushed out of the house with a doubt, anyway.

You couldn't help but notice how quickly he had agreed with you that it was better for him not to work, after he had been insisting he needed to draw for his manga until the previous minute. Suspicious. This made you worry. Hoping he could be so smart to understand he just couldn't even try to work in his condition.

As soon as you got to work, you couldn't avoid receiving a long, annoying, exhausting speech from your boss. It almost felt like a lesson about not being late or not being absent without a proper reason. But you couldn't even hear any of his words, to be completely honest. Your mind was all the way focused on how was Rohan, what could he be doing, and whether he was really resting or had lied to you when he promised. Hours passed slower than a snail, you were eager to get home and check on your man, to see how he was and what he had done while home alone.

For a second, you thought about doing what you were used to do every day: calling him by the phone everytime you came out of your office and were about to head home, just to hear from him before seeing him personally. But this time, you chose not to, because you didn't want him to know that you were about to get home. You wanted to "surprise" him in whatever he was doing. You realized that had been a good idea when you parked in front of your shared house and hopped out of the car.

You were pretty sure you had seen, from the half covered by the curtains window, his figure rushing out of his studio to run towards the bedroom. Damn it, you knew you shouldn't have trusted him. You weren't angry at him. You admired him, for his will to work despite his sickness, but you were disappointed. Disappointed because he had promised. Your trembling hands turned the key in the keyhole, and pushed the doorknob to get into the house. "Rohan?" You immediately called, finding him sitting on the edge of the bed, sneezing into a tissue. "You aren't resting."

"Actually, I just came out of my studio." ...What? Was he being honest to you? Maybe you judged him the wrong way? He continued. "I was checking my latest manga pages." The mangaka slowly took you by the hand and brought you in his studio, under your confused eyes. "Look." he said, pointing to some familiar pages. You eyes lit up.

"The same pages as yesterday..." your eyes grew watery. You had grown touched by it. Rohan had listened to you. "You didn't work... I love you so much... I am so damn sorry for doubting you." you whispered, gently wrapping your arms around his torso and happily jump out of the room to go get some dinner prepared for your sick lover. "I'll prepare your favourite dinner, tonight! I'm proud of you!" you loudly told him, making his heart beat faster, in pride.

The truth is, Rohan would have never wanted to disappoint you. Because he was aware of the fact that working, drawing, and writing while he was sick would have made your trust in his regards slowly disappear and would have made you suffer at the thought of him overworking himself. He huffed, fixing the blanket around his body and slightly smiling, eyeing at the pile of new pages he had drawn that day, perfectly visible on his desk.

"Y/n, you always worry about me so much, I don't even know how to thank you for it." he mumbled, to himself. "What a good thing that this morning, Heaven's Door managed to write on your body that you wouldn't have seen today's work of mine even if it was right in front of your eyes." the mangaka closed his sketchbook, and after a couple of minutes, joined you in the kitchen, asking for your day at work and admiring the smile he made you pop on your face.

[bauslut]

as you are | iii.

word count: 4.077k

warnings: mentions of assault, arson, and rape, cursing, sexual tension, sexual innuendos, usage of guns, violence, allusion to suicide, slight injury, mentions of ptsd

a/n: this is chapter three in my hotch series, and i got a little carried away with this chapter (it’s because i love him, your honor) if you would like to be added to my taglist, please let me know! i hope you all enjoy :)

| i. | ii. |

(i do not own this gif)

“do you guys get along with hotch?”

morgan’s lips curled into a smug smile, “yeah, we do. why do you ask, rivers?”

“i hate that nickname,” the brunette snorted, rolling her eyes in an exasperated manner, “sorry for asking, i should’ve assumed that you all get goodnight kisses from him. to him, you guys are his little angels.”

“he’s still just getting acclimated to having you on the team,” jj placed a comforting hand on rowan’s shoulder, a reassuring smile enveloping her features, “trust me, he wasn’t the biggest fan of emily when she arrived.”

“god that was a living hell,” prentiss scoffed, typing away on her phone, “don’t even get me started on when i first started at the bau--”

the elevator whirred along, dinging as it halted to a stop. rossi took a step in, chirping a warm greeting to the group of agents, “why, good morning kiddos.”

“morning rossi,” they chorused.

“why do you look so melancholy?” rossi took a sip of his coffee, dipping his head towards rowan.

“it’s just been two months and he’s still treating me like a fucking child,” she shrugged, biting her lip, “i’m pretty sure he hates me.”

“you know what they say about hate sex,” morgan waggled a brow, “maybe you guys could resolve some of your issues that way, hmmm?”

“he’s almost fifteen years older than me,” rowan protested, yet she couldn’t help but feel her cheeks flush at morgan’s tease, “besides, he’d probably point out every single thing i do wrong the entire time. i could give him the best he’s ever had and he’d still find a flaw.”

“the best he’s ever had, huh?” a bubbly laugh erupted from prentiss, echoing through the elevator, “have you thought about this before?”

“no,” rowan shook her head, “nope.”

morgan and rossi locked eyes, sharing an all-knowing glance. rossi cleared his throat, “well, take it from the most experienced individual on this elevator: sometimes hate sex is a lot more satisfying than you initially thought.”

rowan’s mouth parted, eyes widening, “i.. i’m going to pretend that i didn’t hear a single word that came from your filthy mouth, rossi.”

“what can i say,” rossi chuckled, “i can be quite the scoundrel when it comes to the ladies.”

the elevator slowed for its final stop, the agents filing out one by one. rowan itched to jab one last quip to rossi, but held her tongue as hotch came into her field of vision, striding through the office, files in his grasp. jj flocked to her desk, waving a good morning to reid while morgan sauntered over to garcia, a wide grin plastered to his face.

trudging over to her desk, she let out a weary sigh as she slid into her seat, hand instinctively gravitating towards her temple, “shit.”

“hungover?” reid’s voice wafted into her ears, “or a different type of headache?”

“i wish i was hungover,” she muttered as she plucked a notebook from her briefcase, “reid, what are you reading now?”

“the paper,” his response was instant.

“you--” rowan blinked, “you don’t just check the websites?”

“god no,” reid flipped a page, “i tend to stay away from that kind of stuff. i also enjoy the feeling of holding it in my hands as i read.”

rowan pursed her lips, taking in the sight of reid’s disheveled locks, “did you even sleep last night?”

“and did you?” he fired back, “you look exhausted.”

“i don’t sleep much these days sadly,” rowan inhaled a sharp breath, “what kind of case do you think we’ll be called into today?”

“we haven’t had an arsonist case in a while,” he remarked, “but serial arsonists are not very common. only about fifteen to nineteen percent of arson cases have been solved every year since 1980. but my guess is it’ll probably be the same as we normally get.”

“spencer,” rowan cleared her throat, “i have a question for you. and you have to answer it honestly, okay?”

“okay,” his brow furrowed, “is there something wrong?”

“no, no,” she waved a hand, “but what i want to ask is: do you think that hotch likes me?”

reid coughed, stifling a laugh. rowan’s shoulders fell, slumping with defeat, “i’m done trying to ask you guys this simple question and not getting a clear answer.”

frustration bubbled up within her as her mind buzzed with that one single question: did aaron hotchner hate her? towards her, he was a complete asshole. yet, a part of her felt that maybe there was something within him that didn’t completely loathe her presence.

ever since her first night, when her took her home, his aura was a little more refined than it was the moment she stepped in the bau. it was more of a challenging attitude, one where he was establishing his authority rather than acting out of spite.

but his behavior since that night had shifted as well. when they were on cases, he was a bit more protective. if they were on working closely with the local police, he would always ensure that she was never left alone with an officer. he would always keep her close under his watch. however, he gave her enough space where she felt that she wasn’t on a short leash. whenever she had a headache, he was the first to offer her ibuprofen and a bottle of water.

his behavior alone sent her scrambling, mind begging to get some sort of answer.

aching to unearth what his true intentions were, and how he felt about her.

a beige blob in her peripheral caught her attention, her curiosity rising. on her desk was a clear cup, filled to the brim with iced coffee, the cubes floating around. a napkin was neatly folded underneath, soaking in the condensation that dripped down.

“reid, did you get me this?”

“nope,” intrigue crept over his features, replacing the laughter from moments ago, “did you not bring it?”

“does someone normally buy coffee? like an intern or something?” rowan brought the straw to her lips, taking a sip.

the taste was sweet, laced with hints of caramel and cream, “it’s just how i like it too.”

“typically everyone who drinks coffee just grabs it on their way here or just uses the machine,” reid remarked, folding his arms across his chest, “i was the third one here, after hotch and garcia. morgan, jj, prentiss, and rossi were all on the elevator with you.”

“i can always ask garcia about it later,” rowan mumbled, “whoever bought me it, i appreciate it. i needed a pick-me-up.”

“maybe it was hotch,” reid swallowed thickly, “i mean, garcia always uses one of her mugs. hotch was probably the first one here.”

her heart skipped a beat, thudding, “reid, i adore you, but i think that you’re acting on a whim here. he despises my presence. he barely lets me speak. when i correct him, he dismisses every single word.”

“maybe it’s reconciliation. maybe he feels bad for the way he’s been treating you. i mean, i’m not going to just sit here and say that i haven’t noticed his attitude towards you. but you are our newest recruit, and it was a different time when i first started. that’s when gideon was still with the bau.”

“i’ll ask garcia about it first,” rowan swirled the straw in the cup absentmindedly, “or i just could go pester him about it now.”

“now would be your time to go do it. cases are light today, mainly a lot of digging through the cold ones. hotch asked if i could listen through some tapes, so you’re welcome to join me.”

“you better be ready to share some comforting words when i’m back,” rowan’s voice lowered as she rose in her seat, smoothing out her sweater, “he might yell at me.”

reid’s eyes met with rowan’s, the hazel glittering with amusement, “i don’t think he’s going to yell at you for asking a simple question.”

“it wouldn’t be the first time,” she grumbled under her breath, inspecting the logo on the cup, “first, i’m going to have garcia run this address for me, so i can have some sort of sense of where the coffee shop is located.”

“good luck,” reid beamed, giving rowan a thumbs up.

confusion settled over the agent as she made her way to garcia’s office, her mind a torrent of  theories and queries. the name of the shop was unfamiliar to her, so it had to have been penelope or hotch. a part of her hoped that it was penelope and not hotch, as only god knew the reasoning on why he would have bought a coffee for her.

bringing her knuckle to the door, she knocked softly, ensuring that she heard garcia’s bright and bubbly voice before she entered.

the technical analyst was a flurry of hands and fingers, typing away. her blonde locks bobbed as she nodded along, humming a tune, “good morning roooooooo! i would love to chat but hotch has got me operating like twenty different things at once here.”

“i just need a second,” rowan tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, “did you buy me this coffee this morning or am i just going insane?”

garcia spun around instantaneously, her lipstick a vibrant burgundy hue, “i-i didn’t buy you that.”

“then who did?”

“i have a premonition on who but i think we both don’t want to say it,” she clasped her hands together.

“are you fucking serious?” rowan’s throat tightened, “he hates me, penelope.”

“you can’t be so sure of that,” her lip quivered, “hotch is just a little rough on the edges, but deep down i know he doesn’t harbor negative inklings towards a single soul on this team. did you want me to run the address?”

“yeah,” rowan handed the cup to penelope, “i cannot believe this shit.”

“i think he likes you,” garcia swiveled, facing the array of screens once more, “maybe it’s one of those ‘i act like i hate you but really i am so deeply in love with you’ sort of thing. have you ever read a slow burn novel?”

“no.”

“they’re all over the internet. you can create a wattpad account in seconds and have thousands of slow burn novels in your fingertips in the blink of an eye. let me know if you make one and i’ll send you some recommendations,” keys clicked as garcia typed, “by the way, the coffee shop is about fifteen minutes away from hotch’s house.”

“great,” rowan muttered, “fucking great.”

“and from the yelp reviews, it says here that your regular iced coffee takes about five minutes. he waited for it too. i think our supervisor has a little cruuusssshhhhhh.”

“i hate you,” rowan exhaled, rubbing her temple.

“no you don’t,” the coffee returned to rowan’s hand, “now, i love your company buttercup but i got some work to do.”

“good luck.”

“and good luck with your newfound romance,” garcia sang as the door slammed shut.

coffee in hand, rowan huffed as she marched over to his office. at the door, she paused momentarily, fingers curling around the knob, slowly pushing open the door.

he was sitting at his desk, leaning over a stack of paperwork, a few strands of hair falling onto his forehead. his brow was furrowed in concentration, tongue swiping along his lower lip as his gaze scanned the text before him.

for a second, her heart skipped a beat as she peered at him. his concentration was quite attractive, all of his attention devoted to the task at hand, pen in his grip. the utensil was tiny in his hand, almost like a toothpick. she blinked, chewing on the inside of her lip.

taking a step forward, she cleared her throat, signaling her presence in the room.

“agent hotchner i think you’ve been exhibiting some intriguing behavior lately.”

“it’s supervisor to you,” his voice was monotone as he shuffled through papers, marking and scribbling with his pen, “and you need to learn how to fucking knock.”

rowan bit back a sharp retort, her temper flaring, “anyways, this morning i noticed that there was an iced coffee sitting on my desk. i had garcia run the address of the coffee shop from your house and it’s an extra fifteen minutes. not even including the time you would’ve had to wait. are you trying to reconcile with me or something? are you flirting with your agents now?”

“you mentioned you liked iced coffee and i listened. i’ve been trying to make you feel more welcome and acclimated to the bau. nothing more to it,” his focus didn’t crack one bit, his gaze locked on his desk.

“you listened to me?”

“i am aware it’s quite the shock considering half the time i have to block you out because you’re annoying,” he snorted, plucking a stack in his hands.

“so you have emotions?”

his head snapped up, the color of his eyes nearly black in the dim light, hardened with annoyance, “so are you going to stand in my office and run that pretty little mouth or actually be of use and help reid with listening to those tapes?”

“p-pretty little--” rowan’s jaw nearly fell to the floor, blush spreading through her cheeks.

“out.” that was his only response, the tone firm.

rowan scampered out of his office, quickly shutting the door. her heart raced, skin heated and flushed, the coffee nearly slipping out of her hand. shuffling over to her desk, she nearly collapsed into her chair, eyes still wide, mouth agape.

aaron hotchner, the stoic, icy cold, and unforgiving supervisor for the bau, bought her a coffee just because he wanted to. not for anyone else on the team. for her.

aaron hotchner, supervisory special agent, her boss, uttered the words “pretty little mouth.”

“you all right?” reid prodded, “how did it go? did you figure out who bought you the coffee? why did you go into hotch’s office?”

“it’s nothing,” her voice faltered, “it was nothing important. i guess someone on the other side of the bullpen got an extra on accident and just placed it on someone’s desk.”

“all right then,” reid shrugged, “i think jj is at her desk now on the phone. in a matter of minutes we’ll have our next case.”

“are you ready?” rowan shifted in her chair, beginning to gather her things.

“i am, but the question is, will you be ready? you look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“i’ll be fine,” rowan answered, “i’ll be okay, promise.”

however, as hotch stepped out of his office, rowan swallowed thickly, her knee bouncing as her eyes involuntarily followed his movement as he strode over to jj, the pair exchanging hushed words.

inhaling a deep breath, she wondered if the lie that tumbled from her mouth sounded just as genuine as it did in her head. and if reid even noticed the shift in her aura. how she was quick to shoot down any of his inquisition about the encounter that took place minutes ago.

from the concern that lingered in his hazel depths as he ogled her, rowan knew that he didn’t believe a single word she said.

☆ ☆ ☆ ☆ ☆

“morgan, rossi, prentiss,” the command was clear, ringing through the yard, “infiltrate the home from the back. jj and reid, hang low with the other officers unless one of us calls. rivers, you’re with me. the marshall p.d. will be flanking the entire perimeter. the county and state police are blocking all entrances and exits to town in case something goes awry.”

“good luck,” prentiss nudged rowan, “you’re going to need it.”

“shut up,” she grumbled, readjusting her vest, “i hope i get a clear shot of this motherfucker.”

“not unless hotch gets the opportunity,” rossi chuckled, inserting an earpiece, “be careful though, rivers. he’s devolving. who knows what this guy is capable of.”

“rivers we don’t have time for chit-chat. let’s go.”

“sorry, but it appears my supervisor is asking for me,” she stuck out a hand, glaring over at hotch, “i’m coming, jesus christ.”

rossi and prentiss giggled as rowan stormed over to hotch, folding her arms across her chest, “you called for me?”

“you’re wasting valuable time to apprehend our unsub,”  he scolded, “let’s go. i’ll take the lead.”

“you’re absolutely insufferable, you know that?”

“well obviously you’ve tolerated how i run things for the past two months,” hotch began to move towards the house, glock held securely to his grasp, “i’m sure you’ll continue to tolerate it.”

“while we’re together for the time being, are we not going to talk about what happened in your office?” her voice was quiet, barely a whisper as they inched closer and closer to the porch, only a few dozen feet away now.

“is now really the time?” he growled, “shut your mouth. i don’t want to hear another word until we have our unsub in the back of a cop car.”

the assertiveness oozing from his words sent a shiver down her spine, goosebumps littering her arms as hotch held out a fist, lowering his glock. with one swift motion, he kicked open the door, surging into the home.

the unsub stood in the living room, poised and armed, ready to fire.

“fbi! drop your weapon!” rowan snarled, aiming her own gun at the unsub.

the next few seconds were nothing but darkness, a gunshot blast blinding, the sound piercing through the night. a flurry of voices filled rowan’s right ear, yet the only noise she could distinguish was the shrill ringing. stumbling back, her hands reached for her head, clutching it as the pain seared through her skull, consuming it like wildfire.

“rowan!” a voice shouted, “rowan! are you okay?”

chest heaving, she scrambled to her feet, two strong hands clutching onto her arm, pulling her up, “rowan, are you okay?”

blinking, she shook her head, hotch’s hands on her forearm, panting slightly, “where’s the unsub?”

“he shot himself,” hotch murmured, his voice muffled by the ringing, “you were pretty close, a lot closer than me. you didn’t get hurt, did you? don’t look over there, whatever you do.”

“why can’t i--” her head began to shift, but a hand cupped her cheek, blocking the action.

“rowan, you don’t want to. he used a shotgun.”

“oh.”

tears brimmed her lids, lip quivering as hotch’s hand rested on her cheek, nothing but concern glimmering in the chestnut depths, “rowan, i asked you a question. are you hurt?”

“my head is pounding and i can barely hear you.”

“the pain will subside within the hour. let’s hope there was no damage to your eardrums. the emts will check you out,” his touch was tender as he led her out of the house, taking slow and cautious steps, “can you walk?”

“i can walk.”

“here, use my elbow if you need it,” he stated, “you’re probably just in shock. you’ll be okay, rowan.”

rowan clung onto his elbow, gritting her teeth as they made their way through the front yard, towards the ambulance. hotch murmured a few words to the emt before departing, reuniting with the rest of the team.

after being cleared by the medic, the rest of the evening blurred together, the bau speaking with the local p.d., giving final notes and briefings. the team also stopped by a local diner, splitting to two tables. rowan sat with reid, morgan, and jj, while prentiss, rossi, and hotch were at another.

throughout dinner, rowan couldn’t help but feel his stare burning into her, how he was analyzing her every move. and every single time their eyes locked, the words resurfaced in her memory, mind racing, desperate to get a read on how he felt about her.

soon, the team was finished, hotch picking up the bill. from there it was the drive to the airport, then the long ride home. part of rowan was dreading that flight back home, as it was only more opportunity for interactions with hotch.

once everyone boarded, they promptly fell asleep one by one, grateful for the few hours of rest. hotch was perched in a seat next to her, thumbing through some final paperwork, reid passed out on one end of the couch, morgan on the other. the rest were in scattered seats, blankets or coats draped over their bodies.

it was about half an hour before he spoke.

“can’t sleep?” he queried, voice lowered, careful not to wake the others.

“no,” rowan let out a weary sigh, “not at all.”

“you looked at him, didn’t you?”

“no,” the agent yawned, laying her head against the leather, “i’m afraid i have other nightmares haunting my dreams.”

“come here,” hotch patted his lap, “it’s probably no help that your head hurts either. you know, you’re not too good at masking your headaches. i can practically see the pain twisted in your face. plus, you bring your hand to your temple every five minutes or so.”

“y-you don’t have to--” rowan stammered, the heat in her cheeks rising as hotch peered at her expectantly, hands still resting on his thighs.

“rowan,” her name was so utterly soft as it fell from his mouth, “you need some sleep.”

her heart thudding, she shifted in her seat, wrapping an arm around his thigh, nuzzling her head into the fabric of his slacks. once she was situated, fingers began to run through her hair, lulling her to sleep. the other hand was on her back over her sweater, rubbing soothing circles.

underneath his touch, rowan nearly melted.

it was one unlike anything she had ever experienced. a gentle, soothing, tender touch. one brimmed with care. as if he was handling the most important thing to him.

as if she was his lover.

lashes fluttering, her breathing slowed as a soft tune filled her ears, “are you singing me a lullaby? i’m not jack hotchner, aaron.”

“i know you’re not, but you need to sleep,” he paused, “jack always tends to drift off when i sing a lullaby.”

“keep this up and i might start crushing on you, aaron.”

“i think you already have,” he chuckled, hand drifting to the small of her back, continuing to massage.

bliss rippled at the sound of his laugh, her heart swelling. it was the first time in her two months with the bau that she had ever heard his laugh. sure, she happened to catch a chuckle or a huff. but this was a stark contrast to the others.

it was a genuine laugh. a hearty, authentic, laugh.

“i don’t think so,” rowan protested, a pout forming on her lips.

“i’m not debating this with you tonight,” her breath hitched in her throat as she felt his lips hover above her temple, “by the way, someone informed me that you are under the assumption that i kiss all of the team goodnight.”

“i--”

plush, smooth lips grazed her skin, “get some rest ro, we have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

“goodnight, aaron.”

at the sound of his name, he softened for just a moment, yearning to lean over and give her one last kiss.

as she fell asleep on his lap, her cheek dusted a rosy tint, her lips parted slightly, strands of hair falling into her face, aaron hotchner’s heart nearly burst. god, she was so annoying at times: always seizing the opportunity to butt heads, always defying his orders, always finding some way to push his buttons.

but god, did any of that residing fury or annoyance completely crumble as she dozed off, peaceful and content on his thigh, the sight so pure and wonderful. sure, maybe this was just a workplace crush, one where he knew it nothing would ever come of it.

yet, there was this nagging feeling deep down, gnawing away at him, that this was maybe just a little more than that.

just maybe it was the start of something new for aaron hotchner. a new chapter of his life, one promising nothing but bliss. one where there would be no tension. no screaming. no tears. no fighting. no divorce.

but aaron hotchner hated the maybes. he despised the risks that would come from this. the sneaking around. the potential arguments. the endless possibilities of tomorrow. however, this was a maybe worth chasing.

and he was more than willing to chase that maybe.

as long as she was that maybe.

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Jeon Jungkook/Reader [F]

Genre: Dragon/Shapeshifter AU, Magic AU, Enemies to Lovers 

Warning(s): none

Words: 7.3k

a/n: this one’s a doozy >:))  Enjoy :D

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“Don’t worry,” you told him with a smile so weak it made him want to weep.  “I’ll keep you safe, so just go ahead and rest now, Jungkook. Sleep, that’s an order.”

He wanted to protest.  Wanted to fight you on the subject of your words.  He had to protect you- not the other way around.  You were his master.  But, he couldn’t even open his mouth, words were so far from his grasp that speech was impossible. When your lips pushed against the skin of his forehead, his eyes slipped shut and he finally fell into sleep.  

His back stinging with the sensation of white, hot lightning was the last thing he remembered feeling before the beginning of a dream that took root from the one tear he watched you shed- before he saw nothing at all.

“Wake up.” A Whisper.  Jungkook heard a whisper.  “It’s a new story with new scenery. Something you wished for.” He couldn't reply back to the whisper.  It was soft and gentle like the wind.  It calmed him. “Wake up, Jungkook.” 

“Jungkook!” The boy flung up from his bed, wincing from the headache he just woke up with.  “Get up, I’m not going to take a fall for you being late again.” 

“Eat me!” Was Jungkook’s reply to his dumb roommate that was 2 years older than him.  Jungkook sat shirtless in bed as he rubbed his brown eyes before looking out the window.  The third floor of a basic apartment building he lived in as a senior in high school. 

As he lugged himself across his room, he felt off.  His pin covered school bag and letterman jacket on his closet door seemed like a mirage. The picture of his 2-year girlfriend seemed photoshopped even though he remembers the date they took that photo clearly in his mind.  Even the background photo on his phone of his mother and him 3 months back made him teary-eyed. 

Walking out of his room, he saw his tech-geek roommate and full-time nagger,  Min Yoongi.  Already in year 2 of college and Jungkook’s friend since middle school.  Insufferable, but still clever and a bit more reliable than one would think at first glance.  

However, even that knowledge and long-time friendship just felt off. 

“Dude, you look awful,” Yoongi hit him with bluntly.  Jungkook just rolled his eyes. 

“Whatever,” marching to get a bowl of cereal- some good ole plain Wheaties- Jungkook moved like a zombie all morning.  Brushing his teeth with his cinnamon toothpaste even phased him because he swore his teeth were sharper.  On the way to school, he sat in Yoongi’s passenger seat.  His friend always hitching him rides to and from school when he could. 

“You seem off,” Yoongi started.  “You have some wack-ass dream or something?” Jungkook shook his head and mixed it with a shrug.  

“I wish I knew.  I just feel like I’m forgetting something. “ Jungkook leaned his head against the window.  Yoongi hummed in thought.  

“Do you have some super important date with Suna or something.” Jungkook shook his head again.  No dates with his girlfriend- Suna- that he could recall.  Yoongi just shrugged.  “Maybe it's just you man.” He stopped at a light and playfully ruffled Jungkook’s dark hair.  “You’ll feel better as the day goes on, yeah?” 

Jungkook just watched out the window as the world started blurring by as Yoongi moved the car again when the light turned. When Yoongi pulled into the school parking lot, a pair of feminine eyes caught the familiar car in her sight.  Jungkook grabbed his bag and slid his body out of the car as Yoongi rolled the window down as Jungkook shut the door.  Walking to the driver's side, he moved to talk a moment more with Yoongi when someone jumped on his back. 

“Woah!” Jungkook yelped as he moved to instinctively hold the leg that wrapped around his back so that whoever was on him wouldn’t immediately fall off him onto the hard concrete pavement.  Looking over his shoulder, he saw the giggling face of Suna.  He sighed.  “What have I told you about jumping on me like that?”  He saw her giggle fade into a pout. 

“How else am I supposed to say good morning?” 

“Like a normal person maybe?” Suna rolled her eyes as she slid off her boyfriend’s back, Jungkook straightening out his bunched jacket and picking up the bag that he had dropped due to the early morning attack.  

“Hello, Yoongi,” she greeted.  Yoongi nodded back to her in response.  In full truth, Yoongi wasn’t a fan of Suna.  She was sweet, sure, but she was almost too sweet.  Sweet enough that he got some sinister vibes from her.  No one was that nice and the sugar that covered her personality like a coat made him off-put. But, she was Jungkook’s girlfriend so he was always polite to her. She just turned back to Jungkook, clutching around his arm as he tucked his other hand into the pocket of his jeans.  “You remember that we’re going out this afternoon right?  That new movie is showing and you promised to take me!” 

Jungkook nodded.  He offered her a smile as she giggled and rocked from her heels to her toes.  That feeling of ‘off’ kept clinging to Jungkook all day.  When Yoongi left for college.  As he walked and talked to Suna, holding her hand down the halls and even chatting to his friends in class.  When he sat in the locker rooms after soccer practice, he wiped the sweat off his brow with his towel.  He thought that a hardcore sweaty practice would clear his head.  Nothing.  

Not even taking a shower in the locker room helped clear his head.  He was commended on a practice well played as one by one each team member left.  He was the last to go, ushered by the coach who was also eager to finally go home for the day.  When he met Suna outside the movie theater, she was quick to run and latch herself onto him. 

“What’s with you today, you seem so spacey,” she told him as she walked at his side.  

“Dunno, just feel weird.  I didn’t sleep well last night,”  he told her as he bought the tickets, skipping popcorn because the snacks in Suna’s bag would be sufficient enough for a movie. The entire movie wasn’t really in his head.  A cheaply made romantic drama.  He wasn’t one to bash on romance, he even enjoyed it occasionally.  But when romance is coupled with nothing but spin around drama, he can’t get into it.  He wasn’t paying attention to the movie and before he knew it, he was being pulled from his seat by Suna because the credits began to roll. 

He actually felt relieved when he got back to his apartment with Yoongi sitting in the living room, scrolling on his laptop and postponing finishing an essay for one of his classes.  Yoongi was good at starting, never finishing then cramming in words at the last minute.  He never learned, but it was always entertaining for Jungkook to watch.  

When he walked into the living room and plopped himself into the vacant recliners, Yoongi peaked above his laptop screen.  

“Still feel off? Or did Suna wear you out?” He asked with a bit of a sarcastic bite.  

“Honestly, both I think.”  His mood had put a damper on his whole day.  He knew that he loved Suna; he had feelings for her, yes.  Just, today was not his day and every string of his patience with her was as thin as a piano wire.  Maybe he just needed to take a break? 

The night moved with him napping in the recliner, getting up to shower then going to bed way earlier than usual.  Hoping that when he woke up, the stupid cloud that kept him feeling the way he was would just go away. 

It was 3 AM when he jumped from his mattress, gripping his comforter in his palm so tightly it felt like the thick fabric could tear.  His heavy gasps and thick gulps of air make him cough.  His body was chilled, clammy and sweat covered.  He felt like he just had a nightmare, but couldn’t recall anything about it.  He pushed his palms into his eyes as he rubbed and steadied his breath.  

“What is wrong with me?” He questioned to himself.  Flinging his covers off him, far too hot to function, he peeled his shirt off and traded his sweats in for some basketball shorts and moved to sit on the cool floor for a bit.  He stared into the darkness of his room- the darkness that his eyes were starting to adjust to- as he calmed down.  His sweat cooled and he even got a small shiver from the A/C.  

He tried his best to remember what kind of dream he had- if he had one at all but nothing.  He couldn’t remember a thing.  All of it was blank.  The same instant blackness that was sleep to him every other night of his life.  He didn’t dream often- let alone have nightmares.  It was probably due to his mood, that’s what he thought.  Thinking it wouldn’t happen again, he moved back to bed and went back to sleep.  

XXX

He was wrong.  This pattern continued for days.  Day after day, night after night he would wake up and think something was wrong.  Have a nightmare or dream he couldn’t remember.  Though, he began to remember bits and pieces of the dream he wasn’t so sure he was having.  A mask, or maybe it was a giant hood?  Someone was wearing something, but that’s all he could remember.  He didn’t know who it was. Who they were- if they were male or female.  He didn’t know a single thing and it began to irritate him. 

Yoongi suggested going to the doctors for it, and as much as Jungkook didn’t want to, he decided maybe something would help if he did.  Hospitals get all sorts of patients so one who got frequent forgetful nightmares nightly wasn’t so odd, right? 

It was during his lunch break that he managed to break away from his girlfriend’s hawk-like vision of him to get in contact with his doctor scheduling an appointment this afternoon after practice.  He got off the phone when he saw someone walk past him.  Carrying a stack of books- probably from the main office to a teacher in need- was a student who looked not too much older than him.  

He was small, but older due to the fact he was running teacher errands.  Only high year students could do that and not need another student or teacher to babysit them and hold their hands so they wouldn’t take the chance and run from class altogether. He swore he looked familiar.  

“Hey, Jimin!”  Jungkook called as he walked after his back, his body on autopilot.  The upperclassman stopped and looked over his shoulder.  His clothes were bunched up at the front due to the books he held and his glasses rested on his nose almost threatening to slip right off.  Though, the beads attached to the end of each earpiece and around his neck would make sure they wouldn’t fall onto the floor.  

“Yes?” He started. “Do I know you?” He asked when Jungkook came to a stop in front of him.  He was shorter than Jungkook thought.  He felt something in his throat when this boy asked him if they knew each other.  Why did that question strike a chord with him?  “Well?” 

“Oh! Um, no??” He questioned as he rubbed his head. 

“Then how did you know my name?”  Jugnkook jumped.  Did he call him by name?  When- no wait- how did he do that?  Jungkook sputtered as he floundered for an explanation.  “Jungkook, if you don’t need anything can I be on my way?” 

“You- you know my name?” 

Jimin sighed.  “Of course I do.  Who doesn’t know a soccer player of their own school team?”  Jungkook made a small noise of realization that he was pretty popular for a highschooler.  It made sense for people who he didn’t actually know to know him- or at least know his name. Seeing that he wasn’t going to get a proper response out of Jungkook, Jimin moved to leave, the book in his arms weighing him down more than he wanted them to any longer. 

Jungkook watched him walk away, not stopping him because he just couldn’t find the words.  He felt like he wanted to talk to Jimin about a lot of things, but he didn’t know him at all.  He didn’t know how he even knew his name when that was the first time Jungkook had seen Jimin at all.  He seemed studious, so maybe he heard his name around exam periods or something.  He jumped when Suna sauntered up and swung her arm around his.  

“Who were you talking to?” He asked as she watched Jimin’s head walk away before turning the corner.  Catching a glimpse of his face. “Oh, Jimin?  Why were you talking to the President?” Jungkook looked down at her. 

“The what?” 

“The President?  You know, student council? Is your brain working? I know you don’t pay attention it all that, but still.” Suna jokingly reached up and knocked on his forehead a few times.  With each forehead knock, he blinked in reflex.  

“Student council?  You mean the president’s name isn’t Elias?” Suna rose her brow?  

“No? For real, did you hit your head or something?”  Jungkook shook his head.  He waved it all off, explaining that he was tired and that he was going to the doctors later to help him with his sleeping. Suna offered to go with him, but he quickly shot her down.  He felt like this isn’t something she should get involved with.  He loved her but by God, he needed some space.

That afternoon, he went to the doctors and after checking in, waiting in the lobby and soon being ushered off into a doctor’s office, he sat still in a medical chair.  Sitting on his phone and scrolling through old photos of him and his friends and family. It was after he saw a picture of his mom that he decided that he’d give her a call later.  Maybe if the doctor couldn’t help, her advice would.  

He quickly put his phone down when the door opened, revealing a white-coated, pastel blue scrub-covered man with the most boring pair of loafers he had ever seen.  Clipboard in hand, he greeted Jungkook.  

“Good afternoon, Jungkook.” The man smiled as he walked over and sat at his computer, sitting in his small rolly stool as he set his clipboard down and faced Jungkook in the medical chair.  “My name is Doctor Parrish,” Jungkook held back a chuckle at his ironic name.  Parrish pronounced as perish?  To die?  And he became a doctor?  Oh, it was golden that he was his doctor.  

Though looking at him, Jungkook’s memory was once again fuzzy and he felt that same feeling he had with Jimin.  Like he was supposed to know him.  “So, I’ve heard you’ve had problem’s sleeping?” 

Jungkook nodded. “Yeah.  I just keep getting the same nightmare every night, but I don’t remember it.”  Parrish nodded as he typed on his computer. 

“I’m going to ask you a series of basic questions. Pretty easy, so just answer to the best of your ability with complete honesty. This is only between you and me.”  Jungkook nodded again as Parrish asked about his habits, diet, sexual activity, stress levels if he smoked or did any sort of drugs, etc.  Soon, the doctor was taking his blood pressure and having Jungkook do breathing exercises as he listened to the beat of his heart through his chest and back. 

Jungkook was healthy as a horse according to Doctor Parrish.  No signs of any illness and there were no problems that could look like they could be plausible.  He explained that he’s had many restless patients in the past and what helps with them was that they would accept the dreams they had.  They would unconsciously reject them before, but after they began to accept that they would happen and let them play out in their subconscious, they steadily began to get better. 

Parrish suggested that Jungkook stop worrying so much about the nightmare and just let it run its course.  If he ever had a dream when he could remember anything, Parrish told him to write it down in a journal or something, so that maybe recognizing it in words may have some effect.  He also prescribed him a medication that is supposed to relax him before bed, so that even with a dream, he could sleep through the night.  

Jungkook called Yoongi to pick him up from the clinic as they sat in the car on the way home.   “You don’t happen to know a Parrish, do you?” Jungkook asked in an unsure tone.  Yoongi furrowed his brow.  

“Parrish?  No, I don’t.”  Jungkook just nodded as he leaned back into his seat.  “Should I?” Yoongi persisted. 

“No.  I don’t know?  Argh, I’m just tired,” he mumbled.  Yoongi just nodded as he continued the drive home in silence.  

XXX

The next day, the school was buzzing.  Word of a new student in the middle of the school year transferring in from overseas.  Apparently, they were a girl and she didn’t talk.  She always wore a cold mask like she was sick and she wasn’t a fan of people. Rumors and gossip had already started and she was only in school not even the whole morning.  Suna was talking to her friends about the new girl.  

“I saw her earlier, she was bundled up in a hoodie and had a pretty tacky pair of shorts.  I think she just cut her jeans right at her thighs,” she told her goodie-goodie pals. Jungkook couldn’t tell if she was stating facts, or if she was making an unnecessary jab at the new girl. 

Throughout the course of his dazed state of mind, his attention around the school had changed it felt like.  It was like people looked at him and approached him in a different light.  He was participating in school activities, working in class and even taking part in class discussion without causing too much of a distraction.  He can’t remember all that much what he used to be like, but he had an idea that he wasn’t exactly the man among men he was now. 

He had all sorts of people shout hello to him in the halls and during games his school would be cheering his team on, adding his name as he blocked a goal from the opposing team successfully before launching the ball back into the field from the goalies net. 

On the other hand, Suna hadn’t been changing.  Jungkook wouldn’t fawn over her and be at her beck and call anymore. She had even begun to become annoyed at him for small tasks like not sitting with her at lunch or not waiting at her locker during passing time. However, as he changed and as she didn’t, he felt like something else was wrong too.  Like, something wasn’t quite right.  He didn’t understand it, so he just dismissed the matter- at least for now. 

Jungkook was walking down the hall when he peeked into a room by chance and saw none other than Jimin sitting at a desk.  He gasped lightly when he backed up and got a better look.  He was drowning in papers in what looked like a meeting room.  It must’ve been the student council room.  Jungkook knocked on the door a few times before going inside.  

“Hey, Pres.,” Jungkook greeted with a smile.  Jimin looked up, glasses on his nose again as he looked at Jungkook in astonishment.  

“What’re you doing here?” Jimin asked.  A good question honestly. 

“I was just- uh- walking by and saw you in here.  You're probably busy, I know, but I figured I could help you with something?”  Jungkook didn’t know why he came in exactly, he could’ve just kept walking but he came inside.  Now, all he wanted was Jimin to not kick him out.  

“Are you good at checking over sheets?” Jimin asked, catching Jungkook off guard.  Jimin held up an answer sheet.  “I’m going over the freshmen’s answers to a recent test they took as a grade.  If you want to help, grab a stack and start checking.”  Jimin gave the answer sheet to Jungkook who took it and sat himself down at a desk, taking a stack of at least 50 papers with him.  

He took a red pen that sat in a cup and clicked it open. 

“Do I just mark the wrong ones?” Jimin only nodded as his eyes scanned back and forth between the answer sheet and test sheet, making the occasional x for any wrongly answered questions.  

Jungkook’s eyes felt heavy as he finally checked off the final wrong answer of his final test sheet before he clipped his pen closed and put his head on his desk.  He saw Jimin’s finished stack easily twice the size of his.  He probably didn’t need to come in here at all to help, he was sure Jimin could handle probably 100 more sheets before he got tired.  

Jimin was straightening up his papers, standing from his desk as Jungkook followed suit mirroring his senior's actions.  Jimin took off his glasses, letting the beads on them hang at his chest.  He looked really different without glasses and his blonde hair looked good on him like that, resting on his forehead.  

“Thank you for your help,” Jimin told him.  

“Not sure how much help I was,” Jungkook rubbed his head.  Jimin just shook his head, saying that if Jungkook hadn’t helped, he wouldn’t have been so quick.  He gathered up papers to take down to the main office when Jungkook took half of his stack and added it to his own.  Offering to take half of the load down with the president. As the two walked down the quiet halls, only a few clubs left after hours, Jungkook brought up the new student.  “So, do you know the new girl?” 

“Not really,” Jimin responded.  Jungkook was almost disappointed.  “She’s shy, and she won’t take her mask off.  Not even for her school photo.  She’s not a big talker either, some think she’s mute.”  Jungkook nodded. Information, even if little, is enough to satisfy this odd feeling of wanting to know more. 

When the two dropped off the papers, the teachers were shocked to see Jungkook with Jimin, the beloved student council president.  Jimin was quick to explain that Jungkook helped out with grading and checking some freshman tests and that he should be thanked for his efforts.  When Jungkook left school that day, he felt like he was almost a bit closer to Jimin.  It was a friendship he found himself really wanting. 

XXX

Two weeks.  It took two weeks for his dreams to stop. He had been writing them down and taking his medicine and he finally had his first night of full sleep.  He was ecstatic when he woke up.  He woke up excited for days, but everything good had to change right.  

He was walking in the halls, bickering with Suna, a fuming girlfriend who was going on about how he couldn’t make it to her birthday party that weekend.  It wasn’t his fault if he was planning to go to his mom’s that day.  Suna had known about it and so it was her fault for planning her party on that same day.  She was practically making him choose between her and his mom and thinking he’d chose her she had no worries.  Unfortunately for her, she was wrong. Jungkook’s mother was always first. 

“Listen, you knew I was going out that day.  Out of town, out.  It’s not my fault, why am I being yelled at?” Jungkook sighed with a locked jaw.  

“Not your fault?  Yes, it is!  You’re choosing to leave your girlfriend on her birthday?  How awful is that?!” Suna whined as she stomped her foot.  Stopping and grabbing Jungkook’s arm to make him stop too, making him unable to march away from the unless bickering. 

“Why are you acting like the victim here?  I’m being wrongfully scolded!”  Jungkook seethed. 

Suna was ready to fire back with another whine of the same words in a different order she had already complained about time and time again when she took a step back and knocked into someone.  She whipped around to yell with her peaked annoyance at whoever was behind her in the first place. 

“Watch it!” She shrieked when Jungkook stopped her.  

“Suna!  Don’t blame this on them!”  Jungkook moved around Suna and to the figure picking themselves off the ground.  Their scattered paintbrushes rolling on the tile.  Jungkook knelt to help pick them up.  “The least you can do is help, you knocked them over,” Jungkook told Suna who refused to bend an inch and help.  She just huffed and stomped off like some damsel in distress.  Jungkook just sighed.  “Sorry about that,” he muttered.  

He looked up to see a girl.  Hair pulled into a low ponytail at her neck as she wore a black hoodie.  Her shorts were a dull green and her shoes worn with scuff marks.  She shook her head as she gathered her paintbrushes.  He looked at the mask she wore over her nose and mouth.  

“Are you the new girl?” The girl’s eyes flicked up and locked with Jungkook’s.  He felt like he got gut-punched, his air being knocked out of him. He instantly thought her eyes were beautiful and familiar. Her eyes widened as she was quickly standing up and before he knew it, she was running off.  Down the hall and away from him before he could even get a word out.  “Hey, wait!” But, she was gone.  He held her paintbrushes in his hand, three of them.  He held his chest where he felt his heart beating almost out of control.  “What’s going on?” 

That night, he had a nightmare.  He woke up in that same familiar cold sweat and clamped throat.  He rushed to get to his journal he wrote everything inside of down and was quick to write about what he saw.  A mask with a picture of a dragon.  A moving shadow with two red eyes.  And lightning.  Lots and lots of lightning.  It didn’t help that at the moment, outside his window was a violent storm. 

He was quick to call him mom.  It was early, yes, but he knew that she was up early hours to get ready for work around this time.  And he couldn’t go back to sleep so he figured if she had some time to spare, he’d call her.  He did miss her and hadn’t called her in so long because he didn’t want to trouble her with all this.  

When she picked up, saying his name Jungkook choked.  His throat grew tight and he swallowed a lump that was so hard for him to swallow.  He opened his mouth and a shaky breath came out.  He heard his mother calling him again, asking him if he was alright.  He just smiled as a tear rolled down his face.  

“Yeah, mom.  I’m alright.  I’m just so glad to hear your voice again.” 

XXX

For the next week, Jungkook had been trying to catch the new girl, as his mother advised him to.  Trying to find her in the halls, in the cafeteria, the office or even a classroom.  He didn’t know anything about her or where she could be.  He didn’t know her grade, class, hobbies or if she was in any clubs.  He asked the art club if they knew her since she had all those paintbrushes, but they didn’t.  He’d check the library on days it wasn’t too crowded, not pegging her for a crowd type. 

He wanted to see her again.  He wanted to look at her eyes again, but he couldn’t because he couldn’t find her.  He wanted to know what it was that happened to his chest when he looked into her eyes and why she looked so spooked and took off so fast.  Maybe she knew him?  Did he have some childhood friend he couldn’t remember or something and she’s too scared to ask him? He shook his head, no that’s way too fictional movie cliche.  

It was during his most stressful day that he finally got all the answers to every question he had.  

He had a particularly violent dream with so much lightning and yelling it left him with wet, spotty and blurry eyes.  Instantly putting him on edge, so when he got to school that morning, despite Yoongi’s warnings to leave him alone, Suna came marching up with her usual spiel of whatever is was that Jungkook did- or didn’t do. 

This bickering leads to the thinnest of lines before Jungkook finally called it off and decided enough was enough.  He’d had it with her foul attitude and constant bitching.  She really wasn’t the girl he remembered loving and honestly, he wasn’t the person he remembered from back then either.  He’s changed and so has his views of his ‘wonderful’ girlfriend.  So, he ended it.  Breaking up with Suna- leading to a whole other fight- and finally walking out of her presence.  

Of course, the word spread throughout the school, not that Jungkook minded.  It’s not like it was a fake rumor or anything.  He was shocked to have Jimin stop him in the halls that day to ask how he was doing.  Apparently, he had heard the whole ordeal and was worried Jungkook would be bummed out.  Jungkook thanked him for his appreciation and told him he felt fine- freer actually. Jimin walked away from him with a smile after that, one that Jungkook knew he got as a friend and not just as the student council president. 

That afternoon Yoongi rewarded Jungkook with a buffet dinner on him for finally dumping the girl who he hadn’t trusted or liked for so long.  Hearing Yoongi talk about what he didn’t like about Suna really put into perspective the person Jungkook must’ve been back then to fall for her in the first place.  It made him shudder, yet also proud at how much he’s grown.  

That night, he had his first and last vivid dream.  

He was in this dream as a part of it and was in complete control of himself.  It was completely lucid.   It was black everywhere around him, walking endlessly he finally saw something not far off.  Running to it, he saw a mirror and he nearly fell on his ass from what he saw.  He was sure it was him looking back at his own reflection, but he didn’t look like him.  

The brown of his head, the darkness of his eyes, the dullness of his teeth weren’t there.  They had all been replaced with different attributes.  He had dulled ash-rose hair, sharpened fangs it seemed like and his eyes were golden like that of the stars.  Touching his cheeks, his smooth skin felt bumpy and rough. He gasped when he saw the faintest outlines of what looked like scales.  He backed up from the mirror, still staring wide-eyed at what should be himself. 

“What the fuck?!” The mirror suddenly cracked, the split in the glass running down the center of his reflection, splitting him in two before he was falling.  Landing on his back, he winced with squeezed his eyes closed before opening them again and looking up.  Above him was a face staring down at him, rendering him speechless for a second before he recognized them. 

“D-doctor Parrish?” He whispered before the good doctor scribbled something down on his clipboard and handed it to someone.  Jungkook couldn’t move his body, feeling like he was strapped down onto the floor he lay on.  The person he handed the board to was Yoongi.  “What?  Yoongi- what are you-?” He didn’t finish before he watched the clipboard become engulfed in a shadow before phasing out like ashes.  

Yoongi was quick to step over Jungkook’s body, Parrish suddenly disappearing.  Jungkook was then freed from his invisible restraints on the floor as he turned and pushed himself up.  “Yoongi!” He called, panicking ever so slightly before chasing him and stopping again when he saw Yoongi stop and face someone else. It was Jimin.  But, Yoongi didn’t even know Jimin. Jungkook hadn’t even talked about him at home before. 

He blinked and before he knew it they were gone.  Parrish, Yoongi, Jimin all gone and he was back, standing in an empty dark void.  His hands shot up to touch his face, still feeling the scales on his skin.  Reaching higher, he let out a small shriek at the feeling of horns pushing out of his forehead.  He had to whip around and make sure there wasn’t a tail growing out of his ass either. 

He was rendered immobile once more, for just a second, from the deafening lightning that flashed behind him.  The thunder booming as he whipped around after the initial shock of something unexpected.  Lightning was going wild, yet confined.  Stuck in a clear orb as it bounced and cracked with enough electricity to make Jungkook’s hair stand. The lightning looked familiar to him and it filled him with a rage he didn’t recognize, yet he also felt so guilty when he saw it.  

Then, once again, all was silent as the lightning fizzled out.  It was silent before he felt pain in his back.  His breath escaped him like a sledgehammer drilled into his spine before he fell to his knees, mouth agape as he forgot how to breathe for several seconds.  Sputtering and trying to remember how to operate the lungs.  In and out, small breaths, in and out. It should be easy. 

His back felt like it was on fire.  Burning and stinging with a pain he hadn’t felt before and it was completely numbing. His body shook as he writhed on the ground, mouth open in a screamless pain. He lay on his side, eyes wet and wide as tears tracked down the side of his face. He saw a pair of shoes in front of his sight now.  Worn, scuffed up shoes.  

The person in the shoes knelt and he saw those green shorts and black hoodie before she saw the new girl’s hair and mask covered face again.  Jungkook couldn’t move.  

“What are you trying to do, Jungkook?” Her voice was so sweet and familiar.  It eased the pain his body felt and he wanted to move.  “I’m trying to make you happy,” she said continuing on. “I’m giving you a normal life with normal people and a normal world.  Why do you keep trying to follow me?”  Her voice was soft, but it held a hint of sorrow in it.  It shook like she was really trying to get answers out of him.  Answers he wasn’t sure he had. 

“Who?” Was all he manages to weakly gasp out.  Soon, the girl was rubbing his back and he felt so much warmth on his skin.  Her action made the pain he felt begin to ebb away- all just from her touch. Breathing came easily and he could finally move to lay on his back and look up at her.  Her eyes were different than before. They seemed to glow in the darkness around her.  In fact, her entire body was outlined with a faint white glow like magic. 

“You should stay sleeping.  Stay in your dream so that you can live the life you want.” Jungkook found himself shaking his head.  He didn’t know what was going on.  What was happening to him? Who was this girl?  “Stop chasing me, Jungkook.  Don’t wake up.”  Jungkook shook his head again. 

“What’s wrong with me?” He choked out.  The girl smiled at him.  Stroking his cheek as he quickly reached to grab her hand.  It was warm in his and fit so well like he’s held it before.  It didn’t feel like Suna’s hand that merely sat in his palm.  Her hand felt like it belonged in Jungkook’s. “Why do I look like this?  What’s going on?” The girl just smiled sadly, he could see her cheeks push up under her mask.  Her eyes were so expressive.  “Who are you?” 

She shook her head.  Her opposite hand began to glow as if she held a light, but nothing was there.  Just her skin glowing like a firefly.  That light, even if so warm, scared Jungkook.  He began to shake his head, rejecting it unconsciously.  He’d seen that light before he knows he has and he didn’t like the outcome of whatever it brought.  

“Jungkook, calm down.  I’ll make all the bad dreams stop and you can start again.  With a new perfect world.”  Jungkook acted fast.  He grabbed the girl's hands in his wrists before he was pushing her back.  With a yelp from her and a grunt from him he was soon pinning her down, her eyes wide as her face stayed hidden behind that godforsaken mask. 

Looking at her, something in his head started to turn.  Like a fog clearing.  The girl seemed to notice as his eyes began to shift.  She struggled under him as he held her down.  Visions of magic and myths playing in his head.  Silhouettes of people and creatures he’s seen in some other place, some other world.  

He saw Yoongi with a black and shadowy figure with power at his fingertips.  Jimin with teeth and claws of a dog from the pits of hell.  Parrish, a doctor but with much more magical features and home from a fairy tale.  Lightning.  A man with lighting that struck fear and hate into Jungkook and made him rear his teeth. 

Then, he saw someone else.  A girl who was beside him.  He would fight with her, bicker with her and pick on her.  Then something happened and he was with her constantly. At her side when she needed him. When she got infected with something, when she wanted to run from someone and when he even got himself hurt protecting her before she promised to make it all better.  That’s when it all started, with that promise from her.  Her face was blurred and he couldn’t make it out.  

His eyes glazed as he looked down at the girl beneath him.  His tears dripping onto her cheeks and running under her mask. 

“You…” he started before the girl started struggling again.  Jungkook pushing her wrists down with all the force he could muster.  “Stop it!” He screamed as she stilled almost instantly.  He moved and hooked a finger under one side of her mask. 

“Don’t,” she pleaded with a shaky, tear-filled voice.  He took a breath before he ripped the mask off and the blurred face of the girl in that world of magic and myth filled in with hers.  Everything hit him as the darkness around him faded into a world he knew, the facade finally fading. 

“Y/n?” He asked before she disappeared like smoke and soon he was falling in water.  Drowning, he felt like he was drowning as he tried to swim before he gave up and let himself sink.  The nightmare was over.

XXX

Jungkook woke up to a white ceiling, blurry vision and tired.  He blinked slowly once before he registered the machines around him and the constant beeping at his side.  Moving his eyes, he was in a hospital room.  Wincing and moving to sit, he looked outside.  

It was his world.  The world that isn’t fake and the one he needed to be in.  This world where his mother was dead, where he wasn’t human and where no girl named Suna existed at all.  This was his magical, cruel and beautiful world where you were. 

He recalled the last time he saw you and nearly flew into a panic when his hospital door opened.  Yoongi and Jimin stood in the doorway.  Hellhound and warlock both frozen before they ran into the room. Jungkook thought Jimin was going to fly onto his bed. 

“You’re alive!” He cried with a smile as Yoongi just stared in astonishment.  

“How did you manage to wake up on your own?  That should’ve been impossible.” Jungkook squinted at the warlock.  He just woke up and was clearly confused.  “Jungkook, you’ve been sleeping for half a year already.”  

“What?!” Jungkook’s first word flew out of his mouth as a shrill cry.  Jimin covered his sensitive ears as Yoongi just sighed, flicking the door closed with a shadow as it had remained open at the boys’ sudden rush inside. 

“Do you remember what happened before you fell asleep?” Jungkook looked at his white lap with a bland hospital blanket and patterned scrubs.  He did, for the most part.  He was injured by Zaros after he was shot in the back with a lightning bolt.  Then, you had promised to protect him, then he fell. “Y/n cast a spell on you, it’s a type of spell that causes the victim to experience a world that doesn’t exist through a dreamscape.” 

“That makes sense,” Jungkook told himself.  It would explain why he was also so off-set in his dreams.  Maybe the nightmares he kept having was his own unconscious way of waking up from the real nightmare.  

“What kind of world did she put you in?” Jimin timidly asked, hoping he wasn’t prying to being too insensitive.  

“A normal one,” he answered, looking at his friend. “Everyone was human and magic didn’t exist.  But, it wasn’t the same.  Y/n wasn’t really there.  Jimin and I weren’t like we are now, we hardly even knew each other. Yoongi, you were in college and just some random bookworm I met in middle school.  I was normal. But still, it never felt quite right.”  

The two boys were quiet for a while and soon Jugnkook was finding it odd that you weren’t coming in.  Where were you at? The two boys at his side hadn’t talked in a while, so perhaps they’d know.  They should, Yoongi was your brother and Jimin adored you. Jungkook felt a sinking feeling in his gut. 

“Yoongi, where is Y/n?” Jimin visibly stiffened and Yoongi had an unrelaxing lack of response to Jungkook’s questions.  His anxiety spiked. “Where is she?” He asked again. 

“Yoongi?” Jimin timidly called.  

“You’ve been sleeping for six months,” Yoongi repeated as Jungkook growled.  

“I know that. Where is Y/n?  Where is my Master!”  He got more and more riled up as Jimin jumped to try and calm him down.  Yoongi shot a glare at Jungkook, freezing him in place on his hospital bed. 

“What ‘Master’?” Yoongi hissed as he stood up and grabbed Jungkook’s wrist shoving it to his face.  Jungkook’s eyes widened as his mouth opened.  Small noises of all sorts of incoherencies falling off his tongue.  His mark, his binding tattoo to you was just... gone.  It wasn’t there anymore.  His skin was clean. 

Yoongi basically threw Jungkook’s wrist back down before taking a breath and sitting back in his chair.  Trying to calm his temper down. “It’s been a long six months and a lot has happened.  Zaros tried to take the school that day you got hurt. In short, it’s best to say something took his magic away sometime after you fell asleep. When authorities found him, he was just sitting in a daze in the outside corridors.”

“His magic... is gone?” Jungkook asked. 

“Well, that’s not exactly true.  It’s better to say it’s locked right now. He can’t use it at the moment; something is restricting him. To help with the remaining Spellcasters investigating due to his silence on the ordeal, Jimin and I have entered into our own contract; since we knew Y/n personally.” That took Jungkook by surprise.  Finally noticing the matching tattoos on the back of Yoongi and Jimin’s right hands.  “And also-” 

He cut himself off as Jimin sat in his own chair.  Face forlorn and distant as his eyes misted over from the emotions he still felt from that day.  He couldn’t do anything that day, Yoongi couldn’t either. It wasn’t their fault, but they still felt responsible to some degree.  

“We found your body in the courtyard, Y/n wasn’t with you and your mark had already disappeared.” 

“What do you mean?  She was with me, she’s the one who put that spell on me, right?  How could she not have been with me?”  

“Jungkook, Y/n went missing after she broke your contract.  No one’s been able to find her since.” 

-TBC-