#yes he puts the water + medicine by your bedside

[kentocalls]

the morning after | ryomen sukuna nsfw. spicy. lots of pet names. oral, p in v. probably ooc cuz i like my men sweet. part 1

he's up before the sun, a tight hold on your form, cheek squished into his shoulder. mind blank, washes the deep blue sky turn orange, your head twitches, tries to shuffle away from the light. that's the moment he allows himself to be free from your warm body. wanders around your bedside, drags the curtains forward until the sun is blocked from annoying your face. pads over to your bathroom, collecting his shoes and belt, he's got plenty on his plate. figures a slice of toast and he's off.

he notices a very captialized 'grocery list' with messy writing before opening the refridgerator to be met with one unopened jar of cherry jam. one smoke and then he's off.

eyes taking in the street you live on, questioning the structural integretiy of your balcony before he spots a 'grocery mart.'

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your head hurts. no amount of rolling around the bed is going to rid the vibrating pain dancing in your skull. you blink open your eyes and shuffle your body upright. a shower, a nice warm shower and something to settle your gut. you spot two pills and a glass of water next to your charging phone and whoa. late night drunk you is such a smart gal. you thank her for good decisions and promise not to dwell on the rest.

heavy steps to your bathroom and a nice warm stream of water hits your face. his face flashs in your mind, his deep voice "tired?" you groan, the hottest man on earth was in your place and you were too sleepy to do anything. you're not sore, no aches or marks. minus the headache thats fading.

you slip out, dry your skin, use your favorite lotion, wash your face dilgently. and shake your head at your reflection; sighing. "didn't even ask his name!" you have a soft white robe on, know you're low on laundry and head to your kitchen.

and he's still there.

nods at your stool and places a slice of toast and orange juice in front of you. he's on the phone, talking loudly and you're too caught up in the fact that he's still here. take a bite of the bread, a sip of juice. when did you buy this?

"i've got company." hangs up instantly, eyes taking in your very clean face. you look better than earlier. he kinda hates. knows he should leave but there you are with a "thank you, for last night and breakfast."

so polite.

toast hardly counts as food. but your diety habits are not his concern. he nods, another name on his phone screen distracting him. you're not fiddling with your hands, you finish the toast, drink the juice start to clean the plates and inspect the bread. when did you buy this?

"it's been nice." he leans against the counter, sincere with his words. he needed the rest, feels refreshed and ready to haggle at tiny men in suits.

it should be awkward now, as you're supposed to shuffle out of his way and he leaves without looking back but you're frowning. take a step towards him, head slightly tilted up. "you didn't even kiss me."

he chuckles, shaking his head "don't kiss one night stands." keeps the word angel at the tip of his tongue.

"but it's the morning now." you counter, inching forward. tilting your head to the side, confused and hopeful. he isn't sure if you've fully sobered up. the scent of your clean skin close. he's tempted.

you're being bold, moving closer, your robe meeting his very fine silky clothes, his hands find your hips but he doesn't stop you. you're not going to find someone like him again, that's what you say when you push onto your tip-toes inching closer.

his lips brush yours before he's moved away, noses at your neck. "nope." fine, fine, fine. you won't kiss his lips, settle for a his collarbone. he pulls you closer, lifting you up a bit.

sukuna is absolutely sure your countertop cannot support the weight of two people. and he has time, he doesn't need to be at his meetings until noon. you pull him to your bedroom, his eyes on your thighs ; can't wait to bite and grip.

"no kissing, got it. can i leave a mark here? please." your fingers burn at his neck. so fucking polite, has him nodding along, hand already under your loosely tied robe as he takes in your scent.

feels you smile against him, feels your soft lips and wet tongue and teeth grazing. "please fuck me before you go."

yeah, he has time for this.

hands on your bare skin, he kisses down your neck, down your chest, nuzzles as your stomach before continuing down down down and the way your body shudders but he never reaches the destination.

comes right back up, latches onto nipple and sucks, bites, teases. pinches your other breast with his thumb and index finger, alternating until you're begging for more. no matter your babbling he doesn't let up, heat coiling inside you but the man isn't in a hurry. "please," fuck what is his name? you try to remember when he told you, last night, it was sultry the way he said it. "please su...sukuna..."

that has his attention, loves the way it sounds. "already close?" you whine in protest, "what, need you to say what you want." "please touch me, please." you know he already is, but it gets his hands moving to your hips and thighs and his thumb faintly brushes your clit, has you gasping. calling his names, eyes pleading and he likes it.

sukuna wants to hear more, has his lips trailing wet, hot, messy down again until he latches on where you want him and nothing is keeping him away from you now.

and despite all the moaning and gasping you're still polite. still formulating sentences. you don't need to ask him but gosh your voice rings a sinful alarm, "please, can I touch your hair?"

has him silently promising to ruin every other guy for you, kissing your wrist, he places your hand on his head, comes up to adjust an arm around your hips, spreading you open. "you'll be good now right? stay open like this, no pulling."

he's about to lean in but hasn't heard the crescendo of yes falling past your lips so he pauses. your hips try to push up unsuccessfully but that's not enough affirmation. waits for your eyes to land on his, "yes?"

"yes please." "you want this?" "yes yes, please sukuna, want this. please. thank you" so polite, so very polite. he hasn't even started and you're already such a mess. twitching and shaking. tongue laps at your wet heat. so sweet, so warm, so eager.

"perfect."

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first it was his tongue, then a thumb brusing your clit so slowly while he sucked new marks down your chest. and now he has you spreading open on two fingers. insistent you need three to take him, he's not here to hurt you.

you pull at his shirt, need to feel his skin against yours. his tattoos peak out and set another fire in your belly. how the fuck is he so perfect? "can i touch here too please? can i scratch?"

too polite, you're too polite, pushes his skin closer to yours, your hands delicate at first then nails digging deep, dragging him in. pulling him close.

and you're such a good girl, leaving chaste kisses on his jawline, down his neck. not trying to kiss him, not trying to rush him. he can hear his phone ringing the kitchen, falling off the counter and he's not leaving now.

he finally slips in a third, reminds you to breathe, when it's shaky his face finds yours. "too much?"

"it's...ah, it's good. thank you." and if he kisses the corner of your mouth it's cuz he's pulling you higher, adjusts your position. it's not on purpose. he doesn't need to know how soft your lips are.

now with three he moves even slower, the stretch burns and he's so fucking deep. your fingers are never going to reach this far. you moan into his neck, scratch down his back, your hips bucking up. but the pace is still slow, you can feel his heat on your leg. why the fuck does he have such good control?

"now? please, i-ah, i-'m so..." wet, messy, ready. he curls his fingers up, brushing purposefuly on that bundle of nerves and you're biting into his shoulder. legs twitching, body shaking, a flush going down your face and neck and all he does is whipser perfect into your ear over and over again. until you see stars.

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are you breathing? sukuna's hand is on your stomach, "deep breaths angel, there you go." watches your eyes flutter back open, kisses your forehead, your temple, your jawline and chin. let's you orient back to the room, back to him. your hand finally releases it's tight grip on his arm. "ready?"

"can..." you swallow drly, "can I please have water?" you're ready to hear a soon or just one more. know there's a limit to how tender and paitent a partner can be. he's made you cum four times now and feel so fucking good.

you don't realize he slipped away until he's back, helps you sit up, cool glass of liquid at your lips, your hand on his wrist looks comincally small. when you're done he takes a quick sip himself, catches your eyes watching him.

and it's too soft, the way he thumbs at your cheek, concerned. it's not needed, you feel very present and very ready. "i have condoms somewhere..." you start

he scoffs.

"you do now" he points at a box sitting on your nightstand, you don't recognize it. when did you get this?

he holds a packet with his teeth, his hands reaching for his slacks, you stop him "let me, let me please."

you do your best to move your hands at a normal place, but it looks eager anyways, has him smirking, dropping the condom packet into your palm as you do a very perfect job of not looking nervous at the girth or length of his dick.

you get why he insisted on three fingers, he grabs a pillow and places it behind you, "lay back."

"yes yes yes, thank you." as you watch him lean forward, muscles moving in a coordinated dance, rubs himself through the wet of your previous release. you both moan.

he still. takes. his. time.

moves his cock up and down your pussy lips, touching your sensitive nub, driving you insane. your hips buck up at nothing, want more friction, need him inside you.

"please, please, you're so close, please."

"please what angel?"

"put it inside, please fuck me."

and he's not slow when he does, that chant of 'thank you' will be embarassing tomorrow because everything feels right now. he's so big, you're stuffed so full and he's moving at such brutal pace.

you want to hold out longer, you're already so sensitive, you're biting your lips, trying to find purchase on his back, nails deep scratching, biting at his neck.

his name mixed with your please and thank you is putting him in a trance.

you're impossibly tight. sukuna's thrusting faster than he wanted, harder than he wanted. had planned a build up, wanted to make you beg over and over but he's already there. pulling him deep, gripping him tight. the sounds echoing in off the bedroom walls are filthy.

"so good for me, so perfect for me."

"told..ah, told you..." you're slipping, the familiar twitch in your hips, you're close again and he hasn't even cum once, has he? "with you, please, please, together please? sukuna please."

he picks up the pace, the hand on your hip will leave a bruise, the lovebites on your body glow red. he's so close, "with me, look at me, come on angel." you're both so close, hips rolling to match his thrusts.

your lips are so plush, mouth open a silent scream pushes you over the edge as he follows. hips stuttering, grinding, heavy. he let's his weight fall on you, hand grips the back of your neck and brings your lips to his.

so fucking soft, so willing. he pulls off to catch a breath, spit connecting your lips and silently you trail after his lips, he kisses you slowly. moves his hips slowly, still hungry, ready to feel you again. "thank you sukuna" you say between broken kisses, your eyes lidded, body heavy, just like last night.

too trusting when your body softens against him, too vulnerable when you nuzzle into his neck, another whisper of "thank you." and you have to be his. no one can hear you like this, see you like this. no one can touch your skin like he does, no one can know how absolutely etheral you are drifting off to sleep.

his lips dance over your face, he whispers "mine" into your temple, into the crook of your neck, at the center of your chest, above your sore nipples, into your bellybutton, above your sensitive clit, down your legs and he sits on his up.

comitting you to memory won't be enough.

he'll do this again. and again. and again.

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part 3

[chlorinecake]

imagine taking care of riki while he’s sick and he can’t resist the urge to give you kissies all over bc he’s so inluv with you :(

[Vitamin C]uddles —⊹ N.RK (西村力) 🛏️

Pairing… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ sick boyfriend!niki x gf!reader

Warnings… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ kissing, lots of teasing, fluff

Words… ⊹ ࣪ ˖ 521 -> “I’ll take care of you. Duh.”

Despite his usually intimidating appearance, Niki was a huge baby on the inside, and those attributes were only amplified whenever he wasn’t feeling well.

The poor boy had been sick ever since he got back from traveling, so you took it upon yourself to care for him until he got better.

“Hey, this needs more soy sauce… I can hardly taste it,” Niki whined, taking a dissatisfied sip from the chicken soup you ordered.

“Niki, there’s already so much in here that the broth turned brown. Now eat up before it gets cold,” you said, placing a napkin on the table tray beside him.

“I will, but only if you stay with me this time.”

You turned your head at his words, “Aww, d’you miss me?”

“No, I’ve been in bed all day and I’m just bored.”

“Riigght,” you said, spoon feeding him a glob of the grape flavored medicine.

He made a weird face, trying to get over the bitter taste of the cough syrup, “My God, that tastes like poison!”

You giggled at your boyfriends words, climbing in bed next to him with a large plate of assorted sushi rolls, “Try some with wasabi, too! It might help unclog your sinuses.”

Using the chopsticks, you dipped a sushi roll into the chunky green paste, bringing it to his mouth with an airplane motion.

You must’ve put too much, because his eyes immediately started watering as he ate it.

“Do you have any other talents aside from torturing me everyday?” He asked, wiping his eyes with the sleeve of his hoodie.

“Yup,” you said plainly, escaping his side, “I’m pretty good at leaving sick people to fend for themselves.”

He watched as you walked toward the door, “Byeeee… wait! NOO!! I miss you already!”

“But you just said bye?”

“I didn’t mean it, baby. Come back please!! You forgot to give me vitamin C.”

“Vitamin what?” You asked, turning to face him with your arms crossed.

“Vitamin C… for cuddles,” he clarified, pouting.

“Fine,” you said sharply, “but only if you promise not to say anything else stupid… or mean.”

“Ok, ok, just stop stalling and get over here already!”

You walked back to the bed, lying next to Niki under the covers as he put the sushi platter on the bedside table.

“Wahhh, you’re so warm,” you giggled, your silly boyfriend swinging his leg over your body.

“Okay, now what are you doing?”

“Making a cage for you, my naughty little kitten,” he smiled, poking your nose.

“But I don’t like cages,” you sulked.

“Well then pretend it’s a seatbelt instead,” he chirped.

“Fine…”

“Double FINE! Can I get a kiss now?”

“What? No, what if you get me sick?”

“Then I’ll take care of you. Duh… and before you ask, yes, I promise,” he chuckled, resting his hand on your neck before cradling your face in his hand, leaving feather light kisses all over your face.

“Thank you for not rejecting my heebie-jeebies,” he said in between pecking your cheeks.

“Well when you put it like that, it kinda makes me want to,” you teased, squirming in his warm embrace.

More like this: Kisses with Riki in the dressing room

౨ৎ Thank you for reading this quick little fic, and special thanks to the lovely anon who requested this piece!

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update 12/03: Thank you all so much for 1,000 likes!!

[bunnycvnts]

new bf! rafe that is slowly, very very slowly, getting used to having a girlfriend that cares about him !!

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rafe was having a particularly rough day with ward screaming at him to be a better man and running out of gas three blocks from tannyhill, so when you came over that night, his attitude was at an all-time high.

every little thing was ticking him off. from the way his collared shirt was sitting against his skin to the crickets chirping outside, and to the way the tv was far too loud considering how close you were sitting. he was overstimulated, annoyed, and really just needed a fucking break.

when you got up to get a glass of water and your heels clacked against the wood floor, he sort of lost it. “can you- seriously? take the fucking shoes off.”

you paused at the entrance of the living room, your eyebrows furrowing as you turned around slowly to look at your boyfriend. “what?” you weren’t upset; you were just thoroughly confused about his outburst. you’d been together for three months now and had seen your fair share of him being dramatic or moody, but it was rarely ever pointed towards you.

“the heels, they’re driving me fucking nuts, clicking and clacking through the house, and the tv?” he paused to gesture angrily at the screen, “why is it so fucking loud? you’re sitting like six feet away from it.”

your teeth sunk into your lower lip, quickly slipping off your heels and heading back towards rafe, your feet now padding lightly against the floor, almost silently. “is everything okay?” the remote sat in your hand as you spoke, muting the tv effectively. you eyed him cautiously, now noticing the way his hands were fidgeting and his knee wouldnt stop bouncing.

his face scrunched. “yes, everything’s okay; that shits just mad annoying, babe. it’s giving me a fuckin’ headache.” your hand reached out to rub his arm soothingly.

“i’m sorry, i didn’t know. how about we go to your room? it’ll be quieter, and you can change out of your clothes from today. i can go home too if you’d prefer. it’s okay.” your words were chosen carefully, bordering on demanding, and you tried to refrain from any tone that sounded condescending. it was easy to spot that he was overstimulated, and you only wanted to help.

“ye-yeah, yeah. let’s go to my room. don’t leave; why would you leave? i told you everything’s fine.” he didn’t know why you were acting this way, and it made his stomach feel weird. you guided him by his hand up the stairs and to his bedroom, speaking quietly as you went.

“i just know you need a minute, baby. that’s all. know you need some peace and quiet. maybe a nap. will help you feel better, promise.” he paused on the stairs at your words, but your hand tugged at his, making him regain movement.

once you both reached his bedroom, you pulled out some gym shorts and a loose t shirt for him to change into, shoving them into his hands. “here, put these on!” you smiled up at him before moving to his bedside table, where he kept matches. lighting one, you held it to a candle you had bought him a few weeks ago. he had noted how great the scent was but felt it was too girly for him to buy a candle— and he wasn’t girly. so, you took it upon yourself to buy it, and the trimmed wick and melted down wax covering the sides didn’t go unnoticed.

rafe changed quickly and leaned against the wall to watch you. the way you moved so efficiently and effortlessly through his room made his heart beat a little faster. you didn’t have to ask where he kept leisure clothes or the matches. you didn’t think twice before pulling the blanket up from the made bed and fluffing the pillows for him. you didn’t even need him to tell you that he hated sleeping with the top sheet, as you knowingly kept it tucked into the mattress. just watching you made his headache lessen, and he didn’t fight when you pulled him off the wall and helped him get situated in his bed.

“do you want some water or medicine?” his head shook at your question, denying it. all he felt like he needed was you. no one had ever paid so much attention to him or knew what made him feel better or worse. no one had taken the time or given the effort to care so lovingly for him. so when you sat on the edge of the bed, your hand running through his hair gently, all he could do was open his arms to gesture you closer. the blonde shuffled even closer to you, resting his head on your stomach, so you could continue massaging his head and playing with his hair.

“nah, just my girl.”

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ok this is my first writing post pls be nice

taglist: @sunkissedrafe

[bumblinv]

--- human's period ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ

platonic!various x gn!human!reader

!! in my hc, na'vi women doesn't menstruate !!

jake and your friends takes care of you during your time of the month. basically just period comfort with momma jake

part 1 part 2!

"they. peed. blood"

spider's terrified screech brings jake one thought;

periods.

and he was dammed right.

the moment he stepped into your marui, he found the kids circling around your bed. their faces contorted with worry yet suffers from cluelessness because they could only watch as you curl yourself into a ball. hand clutching your stomach as you cry into kiri’s lap.

his eyes darted to the blanket under your legs, wich were soaked with blood. jake clicks his tongue with sympathy, "poor baby"

your friends moved back, forming a circle behind jake as they watch him kneel on your bedside.

“this your first period?”

“yes. my... my second day, sir” you whimpered out a weak answer.

“they never left their marui until noon, and we found them like this”

“i never knew periods could get this worst”

“did they got shot?”

you were overwhelmed.

the staring, the murmurs, your marui being crowded. having to experience all of that stimulations mixed with your cramps, made you shake. jake could feel it once he puts his hand on your upper arm.

“will they die?”

“they wont, spider”

“bro, how do you know?”

“shh!”, finally neteyam hisses

even neteyam understand that their questions were all honest, yet stupid that jake doesn’t even spare them any care. his full attention is fixed on your vulnerable state.

“no, kiddo. don’t curl yourself up like that”

“it hurts", you groaned. another wave of pain shakes your entire body.

“baby, squeezing your stomach like that wouldn’t make it any better. lay normally”

“they would move if they can, dad”

kiri's words made his gaze soften. he could see your tiny body jerks slightly with every wave of pain that goes through you. you were sobbing, yet no sound comes out of your mouth

“im gonna help you, okay sweetie?”, jake gives your upper arm a comforting squeeze, “we’re gonna get through this together”

the warmth he offers makes you nod weakly. jake smiles, satisfied with your response. then he turned his head towards his daughter,

“do you have medicine for muscle cramps?” the girl looks at her father, clueless. but the confidence in jake’s voice sounds like he knows what he was doing. with that, kiri nods surely.

“i could come out with something”

“good”

kiri waves her hand at tsireya, signaling her to come closer. ever so gently, the beautiful metkayina moved your head to her lap so the sully could run off and complete her father’s demand  

jake puts his other hand on tsireya's shoulder, “you stay to help them clean up, okay? and neteyam” his head turns towards his eldest, “get us warm water, son”

“yes, sir”

“what can we do?” lo’ak asks as his brother went running

“you boys could help, by giving them space”

your watery eyes met with jake's, whispering a weak thank you as your marui, at last, went quiet.

if jake had let them inside longer, you would’ve broke down because even with them being outside, their noises still fills your head

“what is this period? a disease?”

“you see spider, the female human body-”

tsireya could only sigh, “they are good friends, worrying over you like that. but they were being too loud"

"you're right kiddo. now its all quieted down, lets get you cleaned up, yeah?”

"yeah..."

not long after you could feel his warm hands coming down. lifting you up by behind your knees and back. you might think that your weight would have weighted him down, but to jake, it was like carrying a mere child

“tsireya, please get the blanket for me. oh good, the blood doesn't soak up your bed”

“i put the blanket there so when i leak, my bed doesn’t get soaked”, you grin

“great thinking”, tsireya chuckles. but her laugh quickly died out.

you were whimpering in pain.

jake was only settling you down on your bed, yet you look so hurt. “sorry sweetie”, jake whispers after you flinched some more. the man was just straightening your stiffen limbs

the girl approaches you, giving your hand a comforting squeeze.

“everything’s sore, hm?” jake tucks your bangs behind your ears as you nod helplessly.

“i guess i'll wash my blanket after i get better”

“no, you stay here” he ruffles your hair, standing up and grabs your bloody blanket from tsireya’s grasps.

“jake, you don’t have to”

he laughs, “kiddo. if you’ve raised 4 children, you’ve cleaned worst”

“but its gross”

jake looks at you with confusion. why do you have to bring yourself down like that, for something as natural as breathing? he bites his lip. he remembers someone who would insist that he doesn’t need to help wash her ‘dirty’ bloody blankets.

oh how you remind him of her.

he went back to his previous position, kneeling beside you. golden eyes fixed on yours.

“baby, what’s dirty could be cleaned. after all, what’s so dirty about blood?”

you went silent.

“period blood are as natural as snots, tears, and other body fluid you have. so, no biggie, yeah?”

“no... biggie” you repeated after him. a small smile on your lips

“atta girl” jake grins, his hand went up to wipe away your last tear. “i'm gonna wash this. and while i'm gone, tsireya will help you get cleaned up, okay?” and with your nod, he smiles and walk off.

he was about to step out to the beach, but tsireya’s worried call stopped him.

“will they be okay?”

“they will, kiddo" jake shoots her an assuring smile, "they are in good hands”

and he was right.  

the second he walked back to your marui, he couldn’t help to stop on his tracks. your marui was filled with joyful chatter, meaning you were getting better. and he could hear laughing too. your laughs

“bro, i thought you were dying”

“oh please”

“no offence, but you do look like you were dying” jake recognize that voice. it was spider’s

then rotxo’s iconic snickers was heard,

“when ya called jake, what was the shit ya told him? somethin' bout them peein’ out blood?”

“spider!” you exclaimed, voice full of embarrassment

“oh, cmon boys. leave them alone”

jake’s chuckle startled all of you.

your marui went silent again. even rotxo shuts his mouth.

you never knew why, but the sudden awkwardness coming over every time jake steps in is unbearable. maybe it happens because none of you were used to the usually strict man being so loose.

“i... uh, i’ve washed your blanket. should dry by tomorrow”

“thank you” you smile at him. jake returned your smile.

your friends are around you, again. but this time, you didn’t seem to bother. you were enjoying they company, even. they were all sitting down near your bedside with empty bowls around their feet.

good, they had feed you

his eyes drift to your side where he found neteyam, pressing a small water sack on your stomach. presumably filled with warm water. but the ceramic mug you were holding catches his attention the most.

the mug was filled to the brim with liquid that smells almost sour. he recognize it. and its strong yellow color, brings him back home.

“kiri made them drink pee”

“i did not, ao’nung”, the girl rolls her eyes as rotxo’s ugly snort-laugh filled the room.

“hey, i know this”

their laughter died out.

jake kneeled beside you. he was looking into your mug with his gaze so soft and loving, you were afraid he was taking a liking to it.

“there’s tamarind and turmeric in it, right?”

kiri’s mouth went agape, “never knew you know herbs, dad”

“i’m not. but i’ve made this drink all my life”

“when?”

“you see, kid,” he looks at his son with a loving smile he rarely gives. his hand went up to squeeze neteyam’s shoulder.

“back on earth, your uncle tommy and i would make this drink for your gramma, when she was on her period” his golden eyes shows such softness as he gazes back into your drink.

it was just some mere drink, yet it was able to make the former toruk makto and olo’eyktan so soft.

“but of course,” he snickers, “we don’t need to boil real turmerics nor tamarinds. they sell it on instant packages”

no one laughs.

there was one question filling their heads, yet even rotxo’s loud mouth does not dare to ask.

where is she now?

lo’ak cleared his throat. “the period, was she in pain too?”

“yes, her whole body would turn so sore she couldn’t move. my dad was never really around, so tommy and i would be the ones running errands”

“oh, so the whole cramp thing is normal?”

“right, kiddo. that’s why you need all the support you can get during your period” he ruffles your hair, making you giggle.

“i need you all kids to take care of them, you got me? its already hard having periods on earth, its even harder when you are the only one having them, in this whole village”

“yes, sir”

“good. its turning dark. they needs rest" with jake’s words, the boys gives you an acknowledging looks before one by one steps out of your marui. not forgetting to bring their dirty dishes from their previous dinner. the girls however, are squeezing the life out of you with their hugs.

“come to me when your stomach’s all messed up. i would make you that drink again”

“yes, i will kiri”, you giggle.

“you know, if its hurting you too much”, tsireya starts, “maybe i could ask my mother to try to stop your periods”

you laugh, shaking your head at the thought of loosing your uterus, “no, reya. i will not, but thank you”

one last hug and the girls were off

“well, i guess my job here is done” neteyam smiles. he was the only one left beside you. his hand still pressing a water sack to your tummy,

“your trusty hot-water-sack-holder needs to go”

his smile turns brighter when you laugh.

“we should hang out tomorrow, teyam”

“yeah”, he whispers as he press his forehead on yours. a soft smile on his lips. your moment was quickly cut off by muffled laughs, your face went bright red as you realize the rest of them were all still standing near your marui

even his dad.

jake cleared his throat, “cmon, son, lets go”

their laughter broke as soon as neteyam approached them with burning cheeks, and was met with lo’ak’s playful swats on his shoulders that even the tips of his ears went flushed.

they weren’t so far away when you could hear spider’s voice,

“jake, when will i get my period?”

“men doesn’t get periods”

“ah shit... can i though, if i try hard enough?”

“just hold your shit in for a week, then you’ll get a period”

“that’ll be my ass bleeding”

their laughter broke once again. you too, couldn’t help but giggle. upon them, neteyam’s roaring laughter stand out the most. he was just glad they had stopped teasing him.

[darkbluekies]

Can I request a one shot with Silas and a sick reader? Like reader has a high fever.

I'll take care of you

Mafia!yandere OC x sick!reader

Summary: Silas gets to know that you're not feeling well and drops everything to take care of you.

Warnings: threats, yandere, jealousy

Word count: 1.9k

You haven't moved an inch today. When you woke up this morning you were all alone in your and Silas shared bed. Silas had already started his work day. You wish that he would have stayed with you today. Something doesn't feel right. Why does your head hurt so badly? Why are you freezing? And why are you sweating at the same time?

No one visits you until lunch time. One of Silas’s men has come in to give you your food.

"Here you go", he says and places the bowl of pasta on the bedside table. "Y/N? Your food is here. You know how angry the boss will be if you don't eat."

He frowns when he doesn't get a reaction. The man knows that he shouldn't touch you, but you're not listening! Gulping, he pokes your shoulder. You whine painfully, tiredly.

"Your food", the man repeats, "Sit up so you can eat."

"Not hungry …", you mumble with your back towards him.

"But you have to eat. If the boss asks me and I'm lying, he'll kill me."

"I'll eat it soon …"

"Y/N, you don't sound well, are you okay?"

"No …"

The man reaches over you and feels your forehead.

"You're really warm", the man gasps. "I have to call the boss." He fishes up his phone and holds it to his ear. "Hey, boss, I know you're busy but I think your darling is unwell."

"Why?" Silas asks stiffly from the other side.

"They weren't responding when I was coming in with food and they're really warm. I think they're sick."

"I'll be there in twenty minutes."

"Should I try to feed them?"

"You don't touch my darling at all, you hear me?"

"Y-Yes, boss."

Silas throws the door open twenty minutes later. He gasps slightly at the sight of you curled up in the bed and runs over.

"Baby", he cooes and cups your warm cheeks. "How are you feeling? Gosh, you don't look well …"

"I'm cold", you mumble and pull the sheets closer to you.

"But you're burning up."

"My body hurts."

Silas picks you up into his lap. He looks at the man in the room.

"Tell my second in command that he'll have to deal with things until further notice. I'll be here."

"Okay, boss."

"And make sure to order medicine and everything my baby could need, got it?"

"Yes, boss. I'll get going."

As soon as the door closes, Silas places you back in the bed, your back getting to rest against the pillows. He picks up the bowl of pasta.

"Open up that little mouth of yours now", he says and holds the fork to your lips.

You whine and move your head to the side. He wants to chuckle at the cute sight of you, but worry is eating him up from the inside. 

"Don't want any", you mumble.

"But you have to eat", Silas insists.

"It's cold. I don’t like cold food …"

"Too bad."

He holds the fork to your lips again, poking your mouth with the metal. You give him a glare before opening your mouth ever so slightly. Silas shoves in the fork until it reaches the back of your throat. You chew slowly, not having the energy to do it. All you want is to go back to sleep.

"Can't you just give me the water?" you ask. "I don't want to chew."

Silas holds the glass of water to your lips and watches how you gulp it down.

"I want tomato soup", you say. “Smooth one. I don’t have the energy to chew.”

"Alright", Silas says and picks up his phone. "Just tell me everything you want and I'll write it down and I’ll send it. Someone will buy it for you."

You give him your needs and he writes them all down one by one. He leaves the room and returns with more blankets and pillows. And a thermometer. 

"I'm going to take your temperature", Silas says, turning it on. "Turn your head to the side."

And you do. He puts the tip of the thermometer into your ear and when it beeps, he removes it to take a look.

"39.2", he says disappointedly, shaking his head. "The other ear? 38.9 … seems like you'll need a lot of rest then, little thing."

You're not comfortable with Silas and would rather have him a hundred meters away, but you don't want to repeat this morning. You need someone close to you and Silas is the only one that you can be with … unless you want Silas to kill someone.

"Don't leave me, please", you whisper and cough. "Waking up all alone while feeling like this was horrible. It feels like I’m going to die."

Silas smiles sadly and pets your hair. "Of course not, pretty thing. If I had known that you weren't well, I'd have stayed with you from the morning hours. I feel so bad for letting you suffer for so long all by yourself. But from now on I’ll stay with you every single second."

You start to cough and he's quick to rub your shoulder.

"Everything hurts", you whine. "Why does everything hurt?"

"Because you're sick, baby”, Silas smiles softly. “My men will be back with medicine and sweets. They'll make you feel much better."

He melts when you hold out your arms to him. Without a second thought, he brings you back into his arms and starts to shower your face in soft kisses. You whine and try to turn your head away, but he doesn’t let you. 

"My pretty baby", he whispers between his attacking pecks. "I'll take care of you so well."

“If you continue you’ll get sick too”, you warn him.

The man smirks and kisses your lips. Your eyes widen in shock. Silas chuckles and kisses your lips again. He changes into a pair of gray sweatpants and a black hoodie before crawling down under the sheets with you. He holds you close to him with a smile on his face. Silas won't admit it, but seeing you like this secretly makes him happy. You're so dependent on him now. He pecks the top of your head every now and then to reassure your sleeping self that you have nothing to worry about. Silas will do everything for you. All you need to do is to lean on him.

A small knock on the door catches his attention. Silas manages to pry you off of him and sneak over to the door. He holds his index finger over his lips as he opens it, revealing a man. 

“Hey, boss, I got you what you wanted”, the man says and holds up the plastic bag. 

“Good”, Silas says and takes it from him. He freezes as soon as he picks up a can of tomato soup, grip growing harder. “What the fuck is this?”

The man seems to immediately know that something’s wrong. He looks down into the floor. 

“T-Tomato soup”, he answers quietly.

“Yeah … and …?” Silas hisses to make sure you won’t wake up.

“I-I don’t understand, boss.”

“It has fucking tomato bites in it. Didn’t I write to you that you were supposed to buy smooth? My darling does not have the energy to chew! How fucking incompetent can you be?!”

The man is about to apologize, but Silas grabs him and forces him inside the room. 

“You’re going to apologize to Y/N”, he growls. “You’re going to tell them your mistake in front of them or I’ll break your fucking knees, do you hear me?”

The man nods quickly. Silas walks over to the bed and shakes you as gently as he’s able to in this angered state. 

“Baby, I’m sorry to wake you up”, Silas says and forces the man down on his knees. “Don’t blame me though, it’s all this motherfucker’s fault. Tell them what you did.”

You sit up in bed, suddenly terrified. Your head is pounding and you feel like you’re going to explode. What is going on? Who is this man? Why does Sila look so angry? Why did he wake you up?

“Tell them!” Silas repeats, hitting the man in the back of his head. 

“I-I bought you the wrong tomato soup!” the man stutters. 

Silas grabs his hair and forces him to lift up his head and look at you. You feel your heart clench. That poor man, what is Silas doing?

“It’s okay!” you say quickly, wishing that Silas could stop acting like this. “I-I don’t mind-”

“Which one did you buy?” Silas asks the man. 

“T-The one with tomato bites in it!” the man stutters in pain. 

“And I told you not to buy that, so why did you buy it?”

“I-I don’t know!”

“Silas, please stop!” you beg. “I forgive him, I’ll eat the soup, it’s nothing to worry about, I promise!”

You can’t deal with these kinds of things when you’re feeling like shit. Silas scoffs and lets the man go, growling at him to leave the room. The man hurries up on his legs and runs out, closing the door behind him. You glare at Silas as he picks up the plastic bag and walks over to you. 

“You’re horrible”, you whisper. “It was an honest mistake-”

“I’m sorry, baby”, Silas says and hugs you tightly, all anger gone by now. “I’m just particularly strict when it comes to you. You wanted smooth tomato soup. It was the least that man could give you when you’re feeling like this. You only deserve the best, okay? I love you so much, I lose my mind when you’re around.”

“I can tell …”

Silas kisses your lips and starts to look through the plastic bag. He holds up a chocolate bar. 

“Do you want this?” he asks. 

You nod. He breaks off a square and gives it to you before taking one himself. 

“Now, let's lay down again”, Silas says. “I’ll put on a movie you can doze off to.”

Silas lets you lay on his chest. He wipes your nose with napkins when he thinks that you need it and smooshes you in kisses. 

The door soon opens and the man who gave you food comes in. 

“Here’s the medicine, boss”, he says and gives Silas a small container. “Get well soon, Y/N.”

Silas scoffs and brings you closer as the door closes.

“You don’t need to get jealous”, you mutter. 

“I’m not jealous”, Silas answers. “I’m just protective.”

He takes off the white lid and fills it with the yellow liquid. 

“Here, swallow”, he says and holds it to your mouth, sighing when you don’t comply. “I don’t care if you think it’s gross, you’re not a little kid, Y/N. Take your medicine.”

You open your mouth, grimacing as you swallow the medicine. Coughing to get the taste gone results in a cough attack. Silas presses a piece of chocolate into your mouth. 

“Good girl/boy”, he praises and kisses your forehead. “You did so well, best little baby. Now let’s sleep. You need to rest. Hopefully, you’ll feel better tomorrow.”

He turns off the light and lays down. You curl up into a ball in his arms. His embrace is so warm and strong. Oh, how you hate how it makes you feel secure. Silas secretly hopes that he’ll get sick too so he can be with you for even longer. If you’re sick, he wants to be sick! He gives your forehead one last kiss before drifting off to dreamland. 

[valeriele3]

Hiii, I saw your post about reopening requests and I was wondering if you could do Rook Hunt x Reader when the reader gets sick? (Like maybe from the flu or a cold but nothing life threatening)

Rook Hunt x GN!Reader

I apologize for the massive ooc T-T I don't know how Rook speaks

"Trickster, you need to rest."

"I refuse."

"This isn't a matter you can refuse. You're ill; you need absolute rest."

"But I'm perfectly fine, Rook! See, I can move around like normal." You move your arms around as if to show that you're functioning like normal.

"Non!" he says sternly.

And.. now you're here.

Stuck in bed.

Missing your classes

All because that damn hunter kidnapped you and locked you in here.

"Make sure to drink your medicine, drink a lot of water, and most importantly, rest. I'll come back to check on you when time allows me to."

Normally, you wouldn't mind missing a day or two

since you could always ask your friends for notes and the lessons weren't that hard. You could always easily catch up.

But here, in Twisted Wonderland, you couldn't afford to even miss a single class.

Sure, some classes are fundamentally the same as the ones in your world, but at the same time, they are so different.

Your friends who're in the same class as you aren't much help either.

Sure, you can probably ask someone else for help, like Riddle, for example; he'll do an excellent job at making sure you're caught up with everything, but he's strict. Way too strict for your liking.

You're practically stuck in your own "home" until a certain 3rd year student who likes stalking people comes to "free" you.

All you can do for now is wait..

"Have you drank your medicine?"

"Yes"

"Water?"

"Yes"

"Rest?"

"..Yes..?"

He looks at you in disapproval.

"And here I thought I told you to rest properly."

"But I did! I even took a nap!"

"And how long exactly?"

"Ten minutes!"

He sighs, "C'mere." Reluctantly, you went closer to the man.

He places his hand on your forehead, checking your temperature.

"Oh my, you're burning up! Come, lay down." Hurriedly, he forces you to your bed to lay down.

"Stay there"

"I'll make some soup for you."

While waiting, you can gradually smell the soup coming together.

You can feel yourself drifting to sleep.

The stress and tiredness that have been accumulating seem to have finally hit you.

By the time his footsteps were within hearing distance, you were already in a deep sleep.

Creak

Step

Step

The footsteps halt. He looks down at you and places the tray carrying your food and medicine on the bedside table.

Slowly, cautiously, as if afraid any kind of movement or sound might wake you

He leans down and presses a chaste kiss on your forehead.

'Sleep tight, Mon Ange. I'll be here the whole time you need me.

By the time you woke up, it was already the next day.

Your fever is now long gone.

It amazes you how quickly it went away. It just took one day. It makes you wonder what the people here put in their medicine for it to work so effectively.

Hearing a noise from below, you get up from your bed.

Slowly, you go down the stairs, making sure that the wood doesn't creak as you do so.

You grab your trusty broom and head towards the source of the noise: the kitchen.

You prepare to hit the intruder when suddenly your broom is knocked out of your hands and you are put in a headlock.

"Oh?"

'ROOK!?' You scream internally.

Rook immediately lets go and apologizes. "I sincerely apologize; my body had reacted before I could even think."

"It's..Cough..Alright, cough what're you even doing here anyway?"

"Hm? Do you not remember? I came by yesterday to take care of you."

You try to recall the events that transpired yesterday.

Albeit it's a bit blurry, you now do remember Rook coming by.

"Ah, right, right, you did."

"I'm surprised you haven't left yet, Rook."

"How could I simply leave behind someone who is obviously not in their perfect state?" he says, a bit overdramatically.

Pausing on his words as if remembering something, he says

"Ah, the food. Go sit down; it's almost finished cooking."

As the first light of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains, the cozy breakfast nook was bathed in a warm, golden glow.

Just you, him, and the light that passes through the window, casting a warm and comforting atmosphere

The scene is serene.

You don't know what it is, but, for some reason, you don't want this to end.

You wish to stay in this serenity a bit longer, hoping that time will pause for even a second more to enjoy the scene you have before you.

.ೃ࿐Reblogs are highly appreciated! ^^

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

Can I have a lmk Wukong x sick!FEM reader?

OHH MY GODD YES ☹️☹️☹️ my first ever husband in LMK yes i would please taking this and grovelling at the ground like a mad man. it has been a while since I have watch LMK so i apologize if he is OOC ☹️☹️

Can you get off me? I'm dying. | Sun Wukong x Sick!Fem Reader

relationship: romantic Warnings: mentions of throw up, reader being sick

You didn’t think that you were going to get sick. From friends around you canceling plans to the strangers around you apologizing for their slowness. It seemed with the changing of the seasons, everyone was getting sick. For a while, you thought you and your boyfriend were safe, being secluded in the mountains super far away from the city made it hard for either of you to get sick. However, when MK arrived for training, sneezing a little more than usual, your hopes of not getting sick plummeted down the drain. Once you accepted that you would get sick, you made Wukong get you stuff to prepare. 

You stocked up on copious amounts of cough medicine, allergy pills, tissues, teas, soups, and anything else you thought you would need. You just wish it wasn’t this bad.

Panting over the toilet, you wipe away any throw-up that fell onto your chin using your other hand to flush it, not being able to stomach the look of it. You stand up slowly, afraid of falling since you are already feeling dizzy. At a full stand, you made your way to your sink to wash your face and hands. The cool water felt much colder against your warm face. Sighing in relief, you stand at the sink for a moment, letting the sink run as it touches your hands.

You couldn’t help but think about how shitty you feel. You felt both hot and had the shivers. You felt so lightheaded and your head was hurting so bad that you just wanted to lay down under your blankets. Your legs and arms felt like jelly from your muscles growing weak. Your nose was stuffed to all hell and you had to breathe through your mouth, leaving your lips chapped and throat dry. 

If someone walked in on you, they probably would have thought you were dying. 

You feel your knees go out under you, your body reaching its limit for the amount of standing you could handle for today, snapping you out of your thoughts. You turn off the water and go to a full stand, looking at yourself through the mirror. Even from a glance, someone can tell you felt like shit. 

Somehow your eyes look like you get 30 minutes of sleep every night, eye bags so dark and heavy. Your normally natural and done hair looks like you haven’t taken care of it in weeks. Your skin was looking paler while your nose was rosey. 

“I feel and look like shit.” You murmur to no one in particular. You bring a hand to your face, pulling down on your face a bit, opening one eye a bit more. Sighing, you dropped your hand down to your side and left the bathroom to head to your shared bedroom. Entering your room, you didn’t even think twice before collapsing on your bed. Reaching for your phone on the bedside table, having left it there after you hurriedly ran to throw up, you mindlessly scrolled on your socials. After a while you began to feel sleepy, so you put on a random video and got comfortable, promptly knocking out.

─── ⋆⋅ ☼ ⋅⋆ ───

You woke up hot and suffocating as if you were wrapped in weighted 12 blankets stuffed with rocks. You try to shift the weight off you, trying to catch your breath. However, it seemed to have other intentions as you felt arms and something else wrap around you. The feeling of something slim wrapping around your waist told you all you needed to know.

“Ugh…Wukong, please get off me.” You groan and try to push him off. He shakes his head, which was buried into your chest, and holds you tighter. You lift your head to look at him, only seeing the mess of golden fur that was on the top of his head. He also lifts his face from your chest, and smiles up at you, before his smile drops.

“How are you feeling, peach-Holy shit, you look terrible.” He states bluntly. Rolling your eyes, your head dropped to your pillow as you put a hand on your face. 

“Thanks.” You tell your boyfriend sarcastically. “I also feel it.”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment as both stay where you are. You sniffle, attempting to hold back any mucus that was trying to escape,  and you feel Wukong loosen his grip. Thinking that he was listening to you, you lift your hand and notice that he was leaving the room. You take a big sigh of relief, happy now that your heavy-ass boyfriend is no longer suffocating your body. However, you were now feeling way colder with the absence of his body heat, so you grasped at your sheets and wrapped them around you. After a while, you feel yourself begin to fall asleep again.

Before Wukong burst into the room, bags of takeout in his hands. Startled by the sudden noise, you shoot up out of bed and look at your boyfriend like he is crazy (he is). He doesn’t say anything, rather making his way to his side of the bed and taking a seat.

“Did you just get that?” You ask him as he begins to unpack the food. 

“Duh.” He says, pulling out a large tub and looking at it closely before handing it to you. You take it from his hand and look at it. The warm tub had Pigsy’s restaurant logo on it. You look at him again as he hands you another thing. This looks more like a thermos, confusing you even greater. 

“What did you even get?” You ask, turning the cup to inspect it, trying to figure out what he got you. You hear him huff before he tells you.

“Pigsy was the one who made it for you. All I told him was that you were feeling ill.” You look at him with a look. 

“You didn’t ask?”

“No. He was making it free of charge.”

“Okay…What is with the other boxes?”

“Oh. These are for me. I got hungry while I was waiting.” Wukong says before smiling at you, his tail curling a bit. You roll your eyes and adjust yourself to sit upright comfortably. Placing the thermos down on the bedside table, you open the tub and see that it is filled with chicken congee. Your stomach rumbles and grumbles, causing you to realize that you are running on an empty stomach. Mentally thanking Pigsy, you began to dig in. While slightly bland, it was helping with the upset stomach and it was also warming you up along the way. You hum as you eat, the warmth of the food and it overall hitting the right spot, you didn’t realize that you finished it. You look sadly at the empty tub, wishing there was more. You hear Wukong laughing at you, causing you to look at him and see him slurping on noodles. Pouting slightly, you put the empty tub back in the plastic bag and reached for the thermos. Smelling it, it seemed like a tea of sorts with some cinnamon and jujube. Already familiar with the blend, you began to drink it slowly, being careful not to burn yourself. 

By the time you were done with your tea, Wukong was done with his numerous boxes of food and you were once again sleepy. Wukong takes the trash and thermos out of the room as you slide down and get comfortable once more. Shifting on your side, you wiggle around for a bit, before you feel like you hit the sweet spot. Tummy full, and not feeling as terrible as you did before, you kinda drift between consciousness and unconsciousness. 

You hear the floor creek, causing you to open your eyes and see Wukong standing by the door. He was looking at you as if he was asking for something. Already knowing what he was going to ask for, you rolled your eyes and lifted the blanket, inviting him. 

“Come on,” You say as he smiles and is in your arms within the same second. Wrapping his arms around you, he tangles his legs with your own as his tail wraps around you once again. You smile at his warmth and return the hug. The rest of your day was spent napping with your boyfriend, feeling way better than you did when you woke up that morning. 

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[1:18 pm]

(cw: a child, parent!au)

a/n: art was found on Pinterest but all credit for all cuteness goes to annalaura_art on ig

Dad!Jungwoo blew his nose for what felt like the hundredth time today. The tiny trash can beside the bed had already been filled up, the bedside table covered with used cups, empty bottles of water, medicines, and wrappers. He was tired. Yes, his body felt fatigued, his eyes felt heavy, his ears were blocked, and his throat tickled if he spoke louder than a whisper, but he could handle that!

What he missed was his family. He missed cuddling you in bed, falling asleep next to you, your daughter sneaking into the bed with you both to sleep, playing with her, and spending phlegm-free time with the both of you. All the little things had gone away a day or two after his cold symptoms had become worst, on his own insistence, which he now regretted.

The bed had never felt colder, he'd never felt so lonely with his family just a few yards away. His days were passed breathing through his mouth, watching the TV in the room with droopy eyes. He drank the tea you placed on the nightstand and sipped the soups.

Today was another one of those days. Instead of your usual soft knock and sympathetic eyes, Jungwoo heard a softer knock paired with, "go ahead, baby. Be careful."

He turned to look at the door waiting to see what was coming. He felt his heart melt as his daughter walked in holding a tray that was almost heavier than she was. She took slow, cautious steps, everything on the tray shaking with every tiny shuffle she took.

Most of her tiny face was covered with a mask, tiny hands covered by plastic gloves, and she was wearing her doctor costume. He took the tray from her as she smiled behind the mask, "I made you lunch Appa! You got tea, soup, crackers, and fruit. I did it by myself!"

Jungwoo glanced up at you to see is she was right, to which you silently shook your head. There was no way you would let your 4 year old handle cutting up fruit or handle hot liquids. She cut up the fruits with a plastic knife and put the crackers on the plate.

"Wow, my love. Thank you baby," he whispered as loud as he could. She climbed up the bed, crawling over his legs and he could have cried at how much he missed her bony knees digging into his shins.

While you moved around the room and cleaned up, his daughter sat beside him and pulled her play doctor toys and began "checking his vitals." Her play stethoscope was pressed to his chest while he ate, she took the blood pressure on his wrist, checked his ears, and when he went to take a sip of the tea, she shoved a play thermometer in his mouth which made him choke.

"Happy face, you're all better! Take your medicine!" She cheered, grabbing at the pills on the tray to hold them out to Jungwoo.

He took them from her hand, popping them into his mouth one at a time, "all done, thank you Doctor Baby."

She rolled her eyes, "not a baby, Appa."

He laughed, coughing a little when the tickle returned, "oh, I'm so sorry, my big girl."

You returned to the room, watching as she scrambled off the bed in 4 year old panic, "are you feeling better yet? Your daughter is a crazier sleeper than you."

Jungwoo felt his heart melt all over again. After he'd kicked you out, you'd taken to sharing your daughter's bed with the girl who more often that not woke up hanging off the bed head first.

He held your hand, " just want to get through the night without coughing. I really don't want either of you to get sick from me."

You pat his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as your daughter came running back. She placed a bandaid on his nose and then gave him a picture. A picture with people with long legs, small bodies and huge heads. Her writing was at the top, covered by a rainbow.

"It's for you! It says get better, Appa!" She smiled from her spot at his side.

His brows furrowed slightly as he read the writing. 'git badr aqqa' he read, "wow, my love. It's beautiful. Thank you."

"Ok, all better. Let's go play," she demanded, pulling his hand from yours to tug him to stand.

You pouted, "actually! Someone is ready for a nap, let's go Missy. Tell Appa bye and let's go."

"Play later, ok? Bye Appa." Jungwoo swears he feels his heart break a little when he's left alone again, until he realizes your daughter successfully snuck in her favorite stuffed animal again.

[lfzyxf]

Can you write fluff where Isaac takes care of his sick girlfriend? I got sick myself quite recently and would like to read something like this with my comfort character ~ 🙈anon

Hope you like this, honestly i don't think he'd have much experience but he would definitely do his best to care for you. Just Isaac being the best boyfriend ever.

Isaac Lahey x gn!reader Word count: 840 Masterlist

You really don’t have time for this. Everything has been going wrong once again, first, this weird deer runs into Allison’s car, then the windows at school break because a bunch of crows thought it was a great idea to smash themselves against it. And now you’re stuck in bed, 3 blankets covering you, including a heated one. Next to you is a mountain of tissues because you can’t be bothered to walk all the way over to the bin. And your bedside table stands full of half-empty medicine packaging.

You sneeze for what feels like the hundredth time that morning before groaning miserably. You can see your phone flashing once again from the corner of your eye but just like with most things today, you can’t be bothered getting it. You close your eyes for a few seconds before the sound of your door slowly opening makes you open them again, albeit barely.

“Did you die?” You hear him before you really figure out that he’s standing in your room. “Yes Isaac, I’m dead, I’ve died a miserably, lonely death.” He nods before really taking in the view in front of him. He sighs before quickly walking over to your bin and dragging it towards your bed. Making an odd-looking face he starts throwing away the pile of tissues and lying next to you. “I was wondering why you weren’t answering my texts, figured it had to be something close to dead for you to ignore me” he explains while laughing.

You snort before taking the bin away from him and shooing him away. He does as you request, only to plug your phone into your charger. “Are you hungry?” You shrug before nodding half-heartedly, “I could eat.” Isaac nods back before leaving your room, making you close your eyes and rest while you wait for him to come back.

Fifteen minutes later your door opens again, Isaac is holding a bowl with what you assume is soup and in his other hand is a large bottle of water. He opens the door further by pushing it with his hip, before walking back towards you. “A meal made just for you by the incredible chef Lahey, you’re welcome.” He speaks with some sort of accent you can’t quite place and a ridiculous look on his face, making you laugh.

“Oh, thank you kind sir-” you interrupt yourself by laughing again when he makes an extravagant bow. He puts the stuff he got you on the bedside table that stands empty before jumping into your bed and laying his head down on your lap. “Caught a cold?” He asks while playing with one of the blankets covering you. “Some type of virus, again” you explain rolling your eyes.

“What’s that- the third time? This month?” He says while laughing softly, but his hands move to hold yours softly. You nod in response, squeezing his hands before grabbing your bottle of water and taking a few big gulps. “Shitty timing, like always,” you say once you’re finished hydrating. Isaac shrugs, a soft smirk resting on his lips like it often does. “At least you’re safe here, no birds crashing against your window. No annoying twins running around.”

He moves to sit next to you now, handing you your bowl of soup before softly kissing the side of your head. “Don’t think too much about the others, they’re fine. You need to rest and get better” he says softly, playing with your hair as you relax into him.

It’s quiet while you finish eating, he’s grabbed your laptop from the corner of your bed to try and find something to watch. When you’re debating whether or not to do another rerun of your favourite show, Isaac’s phone starts ringing. He sighs before picking it up, “It’s Scott-” “It’s okay, it might be important” you interrupt him.

He lets out another sigh before picking up, you can’t hear what Scott’s saying but by the look on Isaac’s face, it’s important. You’re about to tell him to just go when he responds to Scott. “Look Scott, don’t you think you can do this without me? Call Derek if you need to but I can’t leave right now.” You hear some distant words before they say goodbye and Isaac hangs up, throwing his phone to the other side of the bed.

You look up at him with a raised brow. “What? Scott’s a big boy, he can handle himself for one night. I need to make sure that you are okay.” He puffs his chest out, almost acting proud of staying here with you. “Yeah, okay big guy- I really need some protection here in case a deer breaks in” you respond laughing.

He laughs, shaking his head softly so his curly hair falls back in place. “That’s what I’m here for,” he says before grabbing the forgotten laptop again. “And to rewatch this show for the fifth time.” You smile at him before snuggling into his chest, ready to watch your favourite show again.

[stvrni0lo]

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐭

chris sturniolo x reader (fluff)

summary: chris takes care of you when you’re sick

warnings: mentions of poor appetite, being sick, pure fluff, not proofread

requested?: yes!!

> > >

When you woke up today you immediately knew you were in for a hellish morning. Your nose was blocked, causing you to have to mouth breathe, your head throbbed and your whole body ached. There was only one resolution to this. Chris.

Dialing his number, he answered almost instantly.

“Hey Chris,” you sniffled into the phone.

“Oh my God,” he exclaimed, “you sound terrible.”

You rolled your eyes a bit but regretted it as you felt a singe of pain shoot to your forehead. Muttering a sarcastic ‘thanks’ you asked him to come over and keep you company.

As much as you didn’t want to get him sick, you needed his comfort more.

He answered with an “of course. I’ll be right there” and he was on his way. He wasted no time besides stopping by the pharmacy to grab you some painkillers, nose spray and some snacks for you. You were never able to eat much when you were sick but he figured that you should at least have something small, no matter your lack of appetite.

Chris was always like that. Whenever you needed him, he was already half way to your apartment with whatever snacks or drinks he knew were your favorite.

Time ticked by as you lay in your bed, too tired to even scroll through tiktok. You knew Chris had the key to your door so you didn’t have to worry about getting up any time soon. As you waited and waited, you realized you were actually exhausted. Eyes drooping every so often, you fell asleep in no time.

Chris had arrived only a few minutes later. Upon not hearing your response when he called out your name, he deduced that you were getting some much needed rest.

He quietly took off his shoes and locked the door behind him.

Taking a water bottle from the kitchen, he tiptoed his way to your bedroom. The door creaked gently as he opened it, revealing your huddled form in the corner of your bed. Chris’ eyes softened at your state. Your cheeks and forehead were slicked with sweat, yet you still appeared to be shivering.

He placed the bag of supplies that he bought on the floor next to your bed. Sitting down on the edge of the mattress, he admired your sleeping state. He really didn’t want to disrupt your peace but he knew you should have some antibiotics and food in your system. Tucking strands of hair away from your face, he began to gently stir you awake. Even when you were sickly and in pain he thought you were beautiful.

“Hi my little germ,” he teased as you squinted your eyes open.

All you offered was a grunt as you burrowed your face into the pillow.

“What time is it?” you asked, your voice muffled by the pillowcase.

He checked his phone before answering. “Just a little after 1PM.”

“I feel like death,” you said as you removed your face from the bed, rubbing at your face. Chris sat closer to you and placed your head in his lap, untangling strands of knots as he played with your hair.

“I know. I got you some medicine, but you have to eat first.”

You whined at the prospect. You weren’t sure if you’d be able to keep anything down right now - but you knew he was right.

He helped you sit up, steadying you as a wave of nausea hit you at the sudden movement. His hand never left your side, rubbing your shoulder and back as he handed you some chips to eat.

“I was gonna get you some warm soup, but I know you wouldn’t have been able to eat it,” he said.

You smiled for the first time today despite the agony you were in. “Thank you. This is perfect.”

Chris nuzzled you into his side and opened the package for you. He laid it on his lap and let you eat at your own pace.

He grabbed your laptop from your bedside table, deciding to put on a movie. As much as he didn’t want to, he put on a cheesy rom-com. It always cheered you up when you were down, and that was exactly his goal today.

Meanwhile you had already scarfed down more than half the packet of chips, much to Chris’ surprise. His hands were still rubbing your back as he spoke.

“I didn’t think you’d actually eat them,” he laughed. “Good job, you need the energy.”

“Okay doctor,” you joked.

Chris smiled down at you, admiring the way you could still be lighthearted even when you were feeling like shit.

“The good news is you can have your medicine now,” he said as he pulled it out of the bag to hand it to you.

“Yes give me my drugs,” you said as you grabbed a water bottle. You drank down the pills, chugging the rest of the water before you laid back down.

All that was left to do now was wait for it to kick in.

“Do you need anything else?” asked Chris.

You shook your head, reaching your arms out for him. “Just you.”

Flushing at your comment, he resumed the cuddling position before pressing play on the movie again. He wasn’t really one for corny movies, but he had to admit that this one wasn’t too bad.

Once he noticed that you had began drifting off to sleep again, he knew it was a good idea to put the movie on. Chris gently pushed your laptop out of the way before squeezing you closer to his side, kissing your forehead.

It wasn’t long before Chris followed in your footsteps and also began to fall asleep. He knew he always slept better with you.

Once you woke up you had already felt infinitely better. Chris, however, woke up with a sniffly nose, complaining about a growing headache.

Though to him, it was all worth it.

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[asterrrific]

1:00am

You wake up with a start, your head spinning. Everything feels so heavy: your eyes had a hard time opening, your breathing harsh against your chest, and you feel cold sweat drip down from your forehead.

You knew it was a fever, and by some unknown reason, fevers always made you want to cry. It always made you feel so helpless.

You let out a soft sob and feel yourself tremble as you tried to steady yourself and keep yourself from crying but then Mingyu wakes up with a start beside you.

"Oh no, y/n hey... are you crying? Why are you crying? Please stop crying. What's wrong, hmm?" he rambles, shaking sleep from his senses as he grasped around trying to sit next to you.

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to his chest. He gets startled when he feels your skin on him.

"Baby, you're burning." he worries, a pout on full display.

You start shaking and crying because you don't know what to do at this point. Panic fills you from the inside.

"Everything h-hurts..." you sob into his shirt as he rubs gentle circles on your back, his chin resting on top of your head.

"You'll be fine my love, I'm here. Tell you what, I'll take care of you, okay? Hang on for a bit and I'll go get everything you need. Can you hold on for me?" he gently whispers, bringing both of your warm hands to his lips for a soft kiss while he searches your eyes for a confirmation of anything under the glow of your lamp.

You nod weakly, tears still streaming from your eyes. He coos as he pulls you close to him again, this time leaving a kiss on your burning forehead.

He assists you as you leaned on the stack of pillows he fluffed by your headboard, then hurries to the bathroom to retrieve a fresh towel soaked in cold water, the thermometer, and some medicine.

He quickly shuffles back to bed and sits on the space beside you. You keep your eyes shut as you have no energy at all.

"Y/n darling, you still with me?" he asks as he feels your forehead and cheeks with the back of his hand.

"Mmm..." you mumble, your head still pounding as you manage a weak nod.

Mingyu lets out a concerned tsk as he prepares the thermometer. He levels it on your forehead, then tsks again as he reads the result.

"Fever's pretty high my love. I'll pat you down with a cold towel now, 'kay?"

"M'kay, Gyu. Thank you..." you whisper with your remaining strength.

Mingyu then goes to work, concern and worry painted all over his pretty face. He gently does the job, providing you with relief.

When he's done, he tucks you back in, just slightly.

"Here's your meds baby. I'll wake you up after a few hours so we can check your temp again and see if you still have to take more meds. Sound okay?" he informs you.

You slowly open your eyes and reach out to take the tablets and glass of water from him but he smiles softly and turns himself away.

"I'll do it for you." He insists, as he helps you down the tabs.

"Mingyu..." you call him, as he sets the glass on the bedside table.

"Yes my love? anything else wrong? Tell me, hmm? So I can help. I'll do anything." he promises as he scoots closer to you. He leans himself on one arm beside you as he gently strokes your hair with his other hand, waiting for you to speak up.

"Nothing. Just... thank you." you smile. you feel another tear slip from your eyes but you can't say if it's from another fit of sobbing about to come out or from wincing too much from all the pain and heaviness you're currently feeling.

Mingyu smiles and presses his forehead to yours, your noses brushing against each other. Your breathing fans hot air on to his face, but he doesn't mind.

"I love you. So much. Always." he says carefully and softly. He leans away and cups your face with one hand, then leaves another kiss on to your forehead.

"I'll always be here to take care of you okay?"

You nod and smile appreciatively at him.

"Okay. I love you." you sigh, as he brushes his nose on yours again, his way of showing affection when he's feeling soft.

"I'll be right back then, okay? I'll just put all these back to the bathroom and get you a cooling patch, then we go back to sleep." he whispers as he fluffs your pillows again gently.

He worked carefully in the bathroom, afraid to make any noise or clutter as he's concerned about your current sensitive state. Then he returns with a cooling patch.

He settles himself in bed beside you, then applies the patch on your forehead. He smiles at his work before he leaves a tiny peck on your nose.

"Go back to sleep now baby. I'll be right here. Just nudge me if you need anything, yeah?"

"Can I have... uhm... cuddles?" you ask hesitantly as he settles on his back.

"Won't you get too hot though? Your fever's pretty high." he asks

"I'll be fine. I just want you near..." you shyly add.

Mingyu offers you a sweet little smile as he gently pulls you closer to him, though careful enough not to cuddle in too much to make you comfortable. You cuddle immediately on to his chest, inhaling his scent and ignoring for now the pain that you're feeling from all over your body.

"I love you, Gyu..." you whisper as sleep pulls you back in.

Mingyu smiles to himself as he strokes your hair and hugs you to him closer, soaking up some of the warmth from your body and on to him.

"I love you, y/n. Go to sleep now..." he whispers as he plants a small kiss on top of your head.

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Hiii! It's been a hot minute since my last written shenanigan. As of writing this, it's currently 1:30am and I couldn't sleep, and Mingyu has been bias wrecking me a lot recently so I thought of this.

I hope you like this as much as I did making it! Please reblog if you loved it so more people could discover my works 🥹🙏🏻

Thanks as always! Lablab~

[azznyra]

here’s part2. hope you guys like it as much as you liked part1. (also tysm to everyone for being so kind<3

no tw for this one. just pure fluffy fluff (a bit of angst)

Drunken night routine pt2

You were on your way to hell. No, actually, you were in hell already. You had already woken up feeling like an entire legion of soldiers had trampled over you, and now you had to get ready for training. Yes, it was two hours later than the usual time you all usually started training, but still. They would never let you live it down if you didn’t show up at all. However, you needed some medicine for the headache or you’d die. You surely felt like you were dying already.

You really hoped Nesta was in a worse state. After all, she had been the one to insist on opening a second bottle, and okay maybe the third was actually you, you thought, and what about the fourth ? And well, you lost count.

You rose to a sitting position in your bed, your legs still tangled in the sheets. You ran your fingers through your hair, already expecting to find it dirty because you were supposed to wash it yesterday. The day was barely starting and it was ruined. However, when your fingers wove through the strands, you found nothing dirty. Instead, the nice and familiar smell of your shampoo and favorite hair perfume arose. That didn’t make sense. You’d have never been able to do this, you remembered spending a good fifteen minutes trying to winnow inside the house yesterday, Nesta blowing you ear off about it like some rutted mammal while you told her she better ask Cassian to come fetch her if she kept yelling in your ear.

A few seconds after, everything became very clear to you, as you saw the cup of tea nicely waiting for you on your bedside table. Azriel had helped you and he was still helping you now. You took in the smell of the beverage, more like a disgusting shot, than tea, actually, and your eyes fell upon the paper lying next to it. Neatly tucked behind the cup was a small piece of paper. You picked it up and read the words there, left by the Shadowsinger. You felt like you were devouring them, reading the little note at least ten times before your mind could focus on them. Such a small thing he had done, getting you tea and writing off that you were already late to training as he wrote, and if you were reading this even later, then you were in serious trouble. Such a small note but it had already taken up an enormous space in your heart, right next to where everything he had ever done and said to you was resting.

You decided to be brave and pick up the cup and drink it in one go, then get ready for training. You told yourself you would at least show up, so it looked like you cared a bit about missing the whole thing. You honestly couldn’t care less. Your entire body was raging against you, your thighs and calves were sore, your head was still pounding while your heart was still going crazy over Azriel’s note.

Ten minutes later you were dressed in your own fighting leathers and headed up to training. Everyone was still there, you saw Cassian cleaning his knives before putting them back where they belonged. Nesta was busy stretching, well, more like chatting with Gwyn and Emerie. You could see everyone except Azriel. Where was he? He didn’t have any mission that required him to leave the Court, you were sure of it. You were so attentive to his schedule that you would’ve known. Had something urgent come up and he had to go away suddenly? If so, why didn’t he say in his letter? You were really starting to overthink his absence when you felt something cool curl around the nape of your neck. You leaned into the unfamiliar feeling before turning around and locking eyes with the Spymaster.

‘There you are. How’s your head?’ He was standing in front of you now, looking at you with such soft, soft eyes. His hair was slightly wet, Cass had more than likely poured his water on him. His shirt was also wet, clinging to his chest and abs, leaving little to the imagination. Not that you need much to imagine everything you’d like to do with Azriel.

‘Better now, thanks to you. You really didn’t have to bring me tea, you know. I could’ve gotten downstairs to fetch some. Or ask the House if I felt like I couldn’t get up’. Your face was burning up. You felt so vulnerable in front of him.

‘It’s fine, y/n. I wanted to check if you were alright.". So much concern was laced in his voice. You must’ve hit your head last night. There was no way this was all real. Why was he so caring? He added, ‘I’m glad you showed up before the end actually. We might still manage to get something out of you today’. And there it was, the cunning gleam in his beautiful hazel eyes, back to teasing you, just like he had done yesterday night before leaving you to sleep. He wouldn’t go easy on you, he had said. Like hell he wouldn’t. You’d make sure to puke all over his shoes if he pushed you too far. You were done being at his mercy at training. You vividly remembered Nesta’s pep talk yesterday about standing your ground at training and talking back to Azriel ‘I bet he’d like that’ she’d said.

‘Don’t push me Az.’ You said, trying to sound as threatening as he could, failing miserably. He smiled, and his eyes crinkled. It was a sight you could get accustomed to, very, very quickly. You tried not to dwell too much on it, tried not to stare at him like some crazed animal either. Instead, you turned your head towards Nesta, wondering how she managed to pull off coming here and completing the training Cassian had made specifically for his mate. Azriel followed your line of sight ‘He didn’t make her do much, don’t worry. She barely lifted a finger today. The only thing she did was ogle him. She’s got nothing on you, not with what I’m gonna have you do right now’.

You turned back to him so fast that you crashed into his chest, his hands immediately settling on your arms to steady you. You hadn’t felt him inch closer to you, but you couldn’t say you didn’t enjoy the way his fingers felt on your skin. The ghost of his touch was still lingering on your scalp after yesterday. You looked up at him, tilting your head to the side ‘What will you have me do today? Everyone is done and leaving the area’ you said, trying to will your voice not to waver simply from feeling his thumb running circles around your left upper arm. If the alcohol had not killed you, this definitely would, and fast.

‘You need to learn how to defend yourself from an opponent.’ You opened your mouth, ready to tell him off for insinuating you couldn’t defend yourself. You very well could and he knew it. You had decimated entire legions during the War with Hybern without lifting a single finger, only using your magic — ‘No, without magic, y/n. What happens if you somehow can’t use it and end up knocked down in a second because you can’t land a punch, mmh?’. He didn’t have Rhys’ mind reading abilities but it sure felt like he did sometimes, especially right now.

‘Okay then. How will you do that? The girls are all gone now.’

‘You’ll be against me’. He said, as if this was obviously a fair fight. ‘Come on, get warmed up. I’ve already waited two hours for you’.

You did just that, practically leapt away from the male. You were burning up inside just thinking about fighting him. Well, not fighting him per se, but having his hands on you, being around you, so close, even if he was trying to knock you down.

While you did this, Azriel was beating himself up for being so selfish. You had had a rough night, he knew this. He’d been the one to help you unwind yesterday night, getting you ready for sleep while all he wanted was for you to sober up and let him take you to bed. He’d be too good to you, he’d make sure to ask what you liked, getting you off before he even though of pleasuring himself, making you feel beautiful, making you feel wanted, even loved. He was so deep into his feelings, he was actually considering this. Just offering himself to you, letting you have him any you wanted, and discard him afterwards, if that was your choice. He wouldn’t even argue. Anything to make you happy. Anything for you

He was so deep in his thoughts that he didn’t notice you approaching him once again. His shadows had, though, already making their way to you. They didn’t listen to him as he tried to rein them in, no, the little traitors were already getting cozy around your shoulders, one curling around the tip of your ears, another lacing around your wrist. They looked like they belonged there, making you look even prettier than before. If that were possible. You weren’t afraid of them, he noted. Just like you hadn’t balked or stepped back in disgust when his hands steadied you earlier. He even believed he saw your pupils dilate as his thumb rubbed circles on your skin, the action so natural he hadn’t noticed he was doing it until his shadows informed him that you seemed contented by the touch.

He had to concentrate on actually training you to fight instead of panting after you. ‘We’re going to start easy. Just try to disarm me first and then we’ll work on better techniques’. He positioned himself in a fighting stance, motioning for you to do the same.

You were breathing heavily, sweat gathering on the nape of your neck and your forehead while Azriel looked untouched. You had been going at it for an hour already, you trying to disarm him, Az easily dodging you, smirking as he went. He always made sure to whisper sweet words of encouragement, though. Telling you that you were doing well, that you were learning quickly, like he knew you would.

‘You’ve done really well today.’, he said, handing you a towel. When you reached your hand out to take it from him, he shook his head, beckoning you over with his hand. You obliged and let him wipe your sweat. He did it carefully, as if you were a precious sculpture, a piece of art. When he was done, he put the towel away but his hands went back to your face, his hands gently cupping your face, so, so gently. He was handling you with such care, such finesse you wondered how people could ever think he was a vicious, cruel male. But, then again, he was only ever like this with you, you just had yet to realize.

‘Are you okay?’, his voice was so low you barely heard him. You would have been sure to have imagined it if you hadn’t been staring at his lips and seen them moving.

‘Mmh’. You knew it was a shitty answer but your brain couldn’t muster up anything else right now. Your mind entirely consumed by him. Your face was burning up, your eyes were still stuck on his mouth, which was curving at your stupid answer.

‘What is it, love? Can’t talk anymore?’. He was smirking. The bastard knew what effect he had on you and he relished in it. You were in deep shit. You were going to make a huge fool of yourself but you felt like you’d die if you didn’t kiss him right now. Still you were too scared.

‘What are you doing, Az?’, you had to make sure he knew, you had to make sure he wasn’t going to make his way inside of your heart and then leave it festering like a gaping, open wound. You wouldn’t be able to handle the fallout. As pathetic as it sounded, you didn’t feel like you could live in the same place as him if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings. It’d be too much for you, too humiliating.

‘I can’t do this anymore, y/n. I can’t keep acting like we’re friends when I want to be more than that for you. I want to be there for you whenever you need anything. I want to be your best friend. I want to listen to you rant about weird products or the newest song you like or whatever it is you have to say because I love listening to your voice when you get excited about a story. I want the good and the bad. I want to be there for you when you miss your parents too much, or when you’re so anxious you can’t stay still. I want to be there to help you organize your thoughts when you’re overthinking so much you can’t even talk. But honestly, I want anything you’d be able to give me. Anything, y/n. Anything for you.’ His eyes were staring into yours, gauging your reaction. He had gone stiff, waiting for your answer. You could see his shadows fretting over him, getting ready to shield their master if you ever intended to hurt him.

You couldn’t believe your ears. Azriel was holding your face, basically spilling his heart out to you, so clearly, it was so clear that you knew he must’ve talked about this with Cassian. Azriel was a very smart male but he’d never been one to articulate his feelings, certainly not this well. You were stunned into silence. Your brain had short-circuited for a moment before you felt a cool shadow brush your face and poke your cheek. You realized you had yet to answer him and the beautiful face in front of you looked more anxious by the second.

‘I want to be the one for you too, Azriel. If you’d let me’. You were so shy, having to take a few deep breaths before you were able to get the words out. He nodded, as if to ask for confirmation, which you gladly gave him.

Azriel grinned so hard you were momentarily blinded by his smile. He leaned down, his face inching dangerously close towards yours. Well, not dangerously anymore. His haze eyes were still looking into yours, as if asking for permission, stopping only a few millimeters from your lips. You nodded, head moving barely an inch south, allowing him to kiss you. He gave you another breathtaking smile, his eyes so full of adoration, before closing the gap between your mouths, his soft lips landing on yours. You fit perfectly on each other. It was barely a press at first, simply brushing his lips against yours. You were getting impatient, wanting more of him. You tentatively put your right hand on his shoulders and rose on your toes, just enough for your lips to fully press. Azriel hummed into the kiss, finally moving his mouth against yours, slowly, languidly. He was taking his time, learning the feeling of your lips, their shape, their taste. His other hand went around your waist, tugging you into him. What started as a sweet kiss quickly turned into something hungrier. You ran your tongue over his lower lip, once, earning you a sweet moan from Azriel. Fueled by his reaction, you did again, this time feeling warm all over. He was so reactive to you. You kissed for what felt like an eternity before you were forced to take a breath.

‘Go easy on me, yeah? You’re killing me right now’, Az said, resting his forehead on yours, a smile like you’d never seen before still stretching on his face. Your hand was sitting at the nape of his neck, running your fingers through his hair resting there, feeling so content.

‘You’re the one who was supposed to go easy on me’, you replied, reminding him of last night’s conversation.

‘I promised no such thing’, said the Shadowsinger. He was still cupping your face, and peppered your face with small kisses everywhere his lips could reach. Your lips, again, the tip of your nose, your cheeks, your nose again, your forehead. You giggled and he looked back into your eyes. ‘Are you hungry?’. You nodded, finally able to fill your empty stomach now that your heart was filled too.

Azriel offered you his elbow, again. Instead of taking his hands like you had last night, you indulged him today, resting your hand on his forearm. But not without leaving a small kiss to the back of his hand. Just to let him know that it was all the same to you, scars and all.

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could i request jack hughes? any plot:))))

blurb!

cuddles

jack hughes x reader || mostly fluffy

summary: you are feeling sick adn just need jack by your side

word count: 0.7k

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you finally woke up from your nap at around 6pm - at least 4 hours after you had laid down. you hadnt had this bad of a migraine in forever and felt so awful you couldnt even stand up. 

You knew jack was busy with practice and didnt want to bother him with how you were feeling, but all you wanted was to have him by your side.

You tried and failed to make your to to the kitchen to get some water, quickly retreating back to your bed after a dizzy spell. 

defeatedly, you gave in and decided to give your boyfriend a call and tell him how you were feeling.

you call him once and he doesnt answer, so you try him again - “hey is everything ok?” he finally picks after a few rings, clearly out of breath from practice.

“im so sorry to interrupt practice j, but i had to call you…i have a fucking migraine and i feel so sick i dont know what to do” you say as your voice cracks and you begin to cry just from the pain.

“hey, hey, hey, its ok, dont worry baby!” he says, gently calming you down, “can you wait about an hour? I can leave practice early. I just need a bit more time, does that sound ok?” he reassures and you sniffle and wipe your tears as they fall down your cheeks. 

“yes please. thanks jack” you say between sniffles.

“just try to relax ok?, ill be there soon, love you”

“I love you too”

-

you didnt realize you had fallen asleep again as you are awoken by the sound of your bedroom door quietly opening and closing.

you blink to adjust your eyes to the brightness of the room and are met with a messy haired jack standing over you, one hand holding a delicate bundle of pink tulips and the other a small tub of ben and jerry’s ice cream and some pain medication.

you smile at the sight of him and he comes over to you and leans down, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“hey hunny - how are you feeling?” he says gently and quietly, trying his best to be respectful of the state you were in.

“Ok..” you say as you sit up on your bed and scooch over so jack can sit down beside you.

“I brought you these” he sets the tulips on your bedside table and sits at the edge of your bed facing towards you, “do you want the icecream now? I can go get you a spoon?” he says as he rubs your leg. 

"im - just not very hungry...sorry" you say quietly, not wanting to hurt his feelings.

"hey, its ok, ill just put in the freezer, yeah?" he says and you nod in response.

jack comes back quickly with a glass of water, handing it to you, and you take a sip as he begins opening the headache medication.

"do you want to take these now?" he asks you, trying to do anything he can to help.

“honestly? I just need you” you say as you begin to break down again, softly crying as you cover your face with your hand.

“oh baby” he stands up to set your water and medicine down next to the flowers and sits beside you again. you crawl into his lap and he cradles you in his arms as you cry into his shoulder.

he begins to shush you and rub your back, and it doesnt take long for you to calm down. just being in his touch is enough to make you forget about the pain.

“you ok? how can i help?” he asks as he lifts up your head, looking into your eyes adoringly.

“just lay with me?” you say wiping your tears, peering down at the tear stains on the side of jacks devils tshirt.

“until you ask me to go.” he says as he begins getting more comfortable on the bed, leaning against the headboard with you lying in his lap between his legs.

you nuzzle your head into his chest and close your eyes, as theyre starting to sting from crying, and from the brightness of the room.

“jack?” you ask up at him, “hm?” he responds as he is gently placing kisses on the top of your head, his arms wrapped around your body.

“thanks for coming over” you say in a whisper as you begin to feel sleepy again. 

“always”

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[itszazouu]

safe besides you (sakusa kiyoomi x sick reader)

genre : hurt/comfort

character : timeskip!sakusa kiyoomi, gender neutral reader

warnings : mention of throwing up, sickness, insomnia, crying, loneliness

plot (established relationship): as you feel like getting sick you can’t help but miss your boyfriend who is away with his volleyball team for a major encounter. you try to deal with it on your own, but you feel way more safe when Kiyoomi is besides you 

   You feel lightheaded as you make your way back home. 

It was a long day at work and now you feel even worse. Before walking back home you made a quick stop at the nearest mall in order to buy groceries for tonight’s dinner and some medicine to relieve your pain.

Kiyoomi isn’t here tonight, like every other night this week. He is abroad with his volleyball team for the most important games of the season. He might come home during the dead night or maybe in the early morning.

You miss him, even though he called you every night during this week. Just when he’s about to begin his day and you to end yours. You miss his steady presence, his soft kisses when he thinks that you’re still asleep, his always so soft and genuine gestures toward you. You miss his soft smiles and loving eyes, his warm and comforting embrace, his dark and messy hair… Yeah you miss him. 

Tonight isn’t an exception. You open the front door only to face the silence of your shared house… ugh, you just need to eat, take your medicine, and go straight to sleep. 

As you make your way to the kitchen in order to put away your groceries, you feel like throwing up or fainting, maybe both at the same time. 

Crap, this is worse than you were thinking. You do the rest of the chores, because you know that an exhausted Kiyoomi would prefer coming back to a clean home, and decide to skip dinner. You’re feeling too nauseous anyway. 

 As you make your way through your bedroom, after taking some medicine, your phone vibrates. 

This is a message from Kiyoomi.

9:45 pm  Kiyoomi : hi, how are you doing tonight ?                                              how was your day ? 

9:46 pm  you : I’m fine honey thank you. Aren’t you on the plane already ? 

9:51 pm  Kiyoomi : good                                                                                      no, we will get on board in 10 minutes 

9:58 pm  you : oh okay then, I made dinner, it is in the fridge for you to heat up  when you’ll  come back 

9:58pm  Kiyoomi : thanks darling, you should go to sleep I won’t be home      before  late                                                                                                              I love you

9:59 pm you : yes, don’t worry kiyo, I love you too

You put your phone on the bedside table and slide under your bed sheets, desperately trying to warm yourself up and to fall asleep. You need rest, you know that, but you can’t help yourself from feeling lonely in your king sized bed, without the warm body of Kiyoomi. You sound so pitiful right now, but you’re sad and you need the raven haired boy. Even though you know that being sick won’t be very appealing for him and his fear of germs. 

Yes, through the years of dating him you grew accustomed to his fears and habits and he tried his very best to open up to you concerning those matters but that doesn’t mean he likes it when you’re sick. Because he loves you and seeing you in pain isn’t something he particularly appreciates and because who likes being near sick people anyway… 

You toss and turn in the bed. It is almost midnight and you feel worse than before. Cold sweat runs along your back and your head is spinning like crazy. You get up from bed and go to the bathroom in order to freshen up a bit. 

After splashing some cold water on your face, you go back to bed and decide to text Sakusa. Just because you can, and because you’re feeling very bad right now. 

12:10 pm you : hey, love I hope your trip back home is doing ok so far and that you’re not too  tired

No response… he’s either asleep on the plane, in a cab on his way home, or trying to deal with his loud teammates. Dejected and exhausted, you try to go back to your slumber. 

You wake up way later, the room is silent except for the background noises of the street. Besides you, to your delight, lay Kiyoomi. Your sweet Kiyoomi, fast asleep, looking exhausted but peaceful. You snuggle against him and sigh in delight. 

Wait… your stomach turns up in an unpleasant twist and you feel the urge to throw up. You detangle yourself from Sakusa and get up from bed as fast and quietly as possible. You reach the bathroom just in time to close the door and empty your guts down the sink. 

After some time you try to regain some composure in order to go back to bed, but you hear a faint knock on the bathroom door. Shit, you woke him up. 

“y/n, darling, are you ok ?” says Kiyoomi in a faint voice, still tainted by sleep. 

You feel guilty, you woke him up from his much needed sleep. He sounds exhausted, but most of all concerned. 

“I’m fine Kiyoomi, go back to sleep honey, I’ll be here in a minute.” you sigh as you sit up from the bathroom floor. 

He protests, “No, y/n you’re not. I heard you throwing up, can I come inside ?” 

“Kiyoomi, I’m sick, I’m full of germs, you don’t wanna come near me I swear.” you respond on the verge of tears. Because you’re exhausted, you feel like shit and just want a warm hug from your lover. You try, unsuccessfully, to muffle back your sob but Kiyoomi doesn’t buy it. 

“y/n, I’m going to enter okay ?”  you hear from the other side of the door, as you hear the doorknob turning. 

He’s here, in his pajamas, more like an old shirt and a boxer, standing right in front of you, closing his eyes as the sudden brightness of the bathroom light. His curls stick at odd angles and he looks as beautiful as ever. 

You quickly wash your palms, to prevent him from touching your hands that have touched the sink full of vomit. 

He makes his way towards you carefully, and takes your cheeks in his hands, examining your pale face. 

“y/n darling, you’re sick” he locks his dark eyes in your tired ones as you scoff  “yeah, no kidding.”

To your surprise, Kiyoomi tenderly kisses your forehead. 

The tall man makes his way towards the bathroom closet and takes some medicine from it. He hands you a couple of pills and you swallow without questioning him, trusting him for those matters. 

“I’m so sorry Kiyo, for waking you up and making you deal with this, I know you don’t like it and you must be exhausted.” you feel your eyes fill up again with tears as you try to steady yourself because of the lack of sleep.

“y/n, my love you’re sick, you needed me, I’m sorry I couldn’t answer your text, my phone is dead, but I’m here now” he says tenderly while pampering your face with kisses and as you sob uncontrollably.

This is so unlike him to come over his fear and approach you, even though you’re ill. It makes you cry even more as you feel him embrace you in a tight and warm hug and whispering

“I love you y/n and I don’t want you to deal with this alone, now come on you need to rest.” He leads you out of the bathroom which is connected to your bedroom and pushes you gently towards the bed. 

As you lay down under the fresh sheets of your bed, Sakusa pulls you in a tight embrace and rests his lips on your forehead. There, in the warmth of your dear boyfriend, you finally feel at ease. You know that it’s where you belong to and that you’ll always feel safe beside him, in sickness and in health.

[gay-dorito-dust]

hi!! do you mind making a george karim x reader fic? maybe like reader is sick as fuck and george takes care of them,, he gives them tea, medicine food and etc while their staying in bed ><

‘Thank you Georgie, your a life saver, truly.’ Your throat scratched irritably when you spoke; causing you to wince as you took the mug from George’s hands before indulging yourself on the therapeutic honey-lemon liquid inside.

“I wouldn’t have to play nurse for you, had you not decided to take a dive. Imagine all the research I could be doing right now.” George said dryly but despite this, his actions would always contradict them. For if he truly did hate being your nurse as he put it, then why did he always make sure you took your medicine in duration that the doctor prescribed, make you food, make you tea and even allowed you his comics for a source of entertainment whilst you were bed bound.

You’d have half a mind then to bring up all the aforementioned examples to him in a joking manner without it coming across as you taking the piss out of his kindness; which would only further George’s resolve in restricting from showing his concern in the future. No one likes their generosity taken for granted and you knew George wouldn’t either.

Instead you allowed George to take care of you without so much as a fuss. After all he’s had a lot on his plate from not only tending to you but also doing research for cases. So you decided that it’d be best for both of you if you were to be cooperative.

“Well I’m sorry for trying to save your arse, I’ll try not to next time.” You muttered against your mug, setting it aside after you were finished drinking, and burying yourself beneath the blankets when you started to feel cold chills running through your body. “Will you quit being dramatic,” George huffed, making sure that the blankets were tightly tucked against your form, “besides no one told you to save me, I would’ve been fine -had I not been wearing heavier clothing and it not been so cold out- but still You should’ve focused on saving yourself instead.” He finished.

George then took a step back to admire his work before considering it adequate enough, he reached for the empty mug on your bedside and was about to make his exit when you made a disgruntled noise. “You alright? You need anything?” He asked, quickly turning to look at you over his shoulder. “Just a little cold, I’ll be fine, you’ve done well more enough for me Georgie.” You told him softly, not wanting to burden him any further then you have for one day but he’d be damned if you thought that he would leave you in a state of distress.

You often told George that his heart was bigger then his chest that withheld it but it was never meant to be taken in a bad way, for it just meant that he cared more but hide so behind a passive aggressive wall of defence. So when he caught wind that you had gotten disastrously sick from the last case, George decided to take it upon himself to aid you back to health given the fact that he was inside a lot more then Lucy and Lockwood; Only if heading down to the British Archive to conduct some research wasn’t on the itinerary. If it was then he would leave a note that of which read:

How to take care of y/n; a guide for incompetent knobheads.

Yes, he thought that was hilarious.

“Stay put.” He told you but just as he was out the door, he heard you say ‘not like I have that much choice in the matter but sure, I’ll stay put.’ Which cracked a smile across his face. George returned soon after with a hoodie tucked under his arm -which was obviously drawn from his own wardrobe- as his hands were occupied with a glass of water and your medicine. Both of which he placed on your bedside table and tossing you the hoodie. “Here, put this on then take your medicine and go to sleep, I can start to see eye bags forming.”

“Ha ha ha, you’re so funny George.” You said sarcastically but wasted no time in pulling the hoodie over your head, immediately feeling a lot warmer thanks to the fleece that lightly lined the inside of the hoodie that was made to endure the cold, rainy weather that frequently occurred in England. “Better?” George asked, finding humour in how quick you were to cuddle yourself into his hoodie as soon as you slipped it on. “Much.” You replied before remembering to take your medicine and a swing of water to wash it down.

When sleep finally decided to pay you a visit, you began to bury yourself back into the covers again before George came over to make sure you were firmly tucked in and that your pillow was to your liking: once again showing you glimpse of the heart that laid beneath the layers he’s built and it was beautiful that you found yourself smiling softly at the tender moment. “What are you smiling about?” George’s soft voice broke you from your thoughts and you saw him look at you quizzically, his head tilted to the side which only made him look like an adorable puppy dog in your eyes.

“Nothing,” You told him, speaking equally as soft, “just thinking about how lucky I am to have you.”

“Cheesy.” He replied but didn’t seem to think twice about resting his hands against your cheeks, pressing a kiss to your forehead before pulling away to run his thumbs against your skin. “And if I become sick tomorrow, I’m blaming you.” George adds as he pulls away from you completely, just about ready to get some shut eye himself.

“Consider it a token of my affection.” You joked, mind already half asleep while the other side pleaded for you to shut up and sleep.

“You’re something else you know that?” George fondly tells you.

You shrug, “is that such a bad thing?”

George thinks on this for a bit before replying, “I guess not. Especially for you it doesn’t, suits you well. Now get some sleep, breakfast will be waiting for you in the morning.” And with that George closes the door behind him and soon enough you were fast asleep.

[sexylazymess]

Dark!Elsa x fem Reader

Chapter 2

The wind blew relentlessly, making you clutch the cloak around your body even tighter in fear of it flying off and leaving you with nothing to protect yourself from the ongoing blizzard. The white coat of snow has already reached your knees, and in few hours, people might start getting burried alive. This is what became of Arendelle. A once thriving kingdom, with blossoming flowers and lush trees an entire year became an ugly land of mud and bare trees. Quite litrally a graveyard for the living. Once you were finally home, you pushed the door open to be met with welcoming warmth. 

"Auntie is here!" A (your hair colour) haired little girl shouted joyfully, earning her twin brother's attention who came running to hug you "Autie, you're back!" you smiled in return and ruffled his fluffy hair "Of course Jude, I told you I'd be back soon." It was like this everytime you left the house. The kids would wait for your return instead of going to bed and jump in delight as soon as you were home. It was heartwrenching, how at such young age they were aware of the callous weather behind many deaths, including their mother's. "and look what I got here with me." you pulled out two apples from the groceries bag for the twins, receiving simultaneous 'Apples!' and 'Thank you!'s.

"I love apples." came Flora's soft, tiny voice. 

"I'm glad you do, Flora" you went to put away the rest of the groceries. Luckily, you could get your hands on some fresh fruits and meat, otherwise the market in Arandelle was in a miserable state, the food production nearly non-existent. But how could one raise animals and plants in such climate. It was a risk not worth taking for farmers. You almost wanted to tear up when the shopkeeper told you that they don't have the medical herbs you requested since you ran out of them, so you bought meagre ones instead. "Grandpa was coughing a lot. like 13 times." your niece stood by your side, while you lit up a fire under a pot of water to brew a herbal drink "is that so?"

"Yes, I got worried. it means he's not getting better" your eyes met her own big ones, while Jude was highly optimistic, Flora was a realist. She doesn't accept something unless she sees it, but she looks up to you. She takes your words to heart. "Coughing means his body is fighting." you gave her a tiny, reassuring smile "and that's a good thing. every medication I give him will help him be stronger, but do you know what's the most important and efficient remedy?"

The girl scratched her head thoughtfully "uhm, sleeping well? I heard you talk about it last night."

"Well, that too, of course. there's also the state of the heart, our feelings affect our health. The happier one is, the higher the chances of recovery." Her eyes lit up in awe and wonder, and hope. "So...if we make him laugh, we're actually healing him? Like you do?" 

"Of course sweetie, you two have an important part as well." Once the drink was ready, you poured some in a mug and went to your father's room, the old man was laid in bed, looking sickly pale and tired. He saw what you were holding and groaned "Oh no, no more of that awful thing." 

"I added some honey this time. It should be bearable." You patiently said. In your many years of practicing medicine, you've encountered a good number of difficult, stubborn patients. Honesty, you cracked sometimes in the beginning, crying behind a big bush or in a brooms' closet, but you eventually learned to get your way and keep a clear conscious. "Come on, I didn't go all the way out there for nothing." 

"...Fine. but I'll drink it on my own pace!" you chuckled, partly satisfied with his response "As long as you do drink it, old man." you placed his mug on the bedside table and turned to leave when his voice spoke again "and (y/n), thank you... I saw the new clothes you got for the kiddos. they needed them for a while now...I couldn't-" 

"It's good." You couldn't let him loath himself further for not being able to provide for them as a parent should. As illness striked him, your father worked extra hard and past his limits, so much that when he got bedridden, he couldn't walk "It really is. Their happiness means the world to me." 

You knew he still blamed himself for that cursed day. The day your late sister offered to go get groceries instead of him. As soon as you received his letter, you gathered your belongings -eyes puffy from crying and lack of sleep- and took the earliest ship back to Arendelle. 

A rough knock on the door grabbed your attention, glancing one last time at the man "I'll go get it." the twins were peaking from behind the curtains of the kitchen's window and let out audible gasps "Oh my god, they carry swords, so cool!"

The visitors were no other than the royal guard, four men in significant greenish robes which had the kingdom's symbol the Crocus, and long columnar shaped hats. Swords safely and readily strapped to their hips. "We came to speak with Doctor Isaac Karlsen." the one at the front said. 

"Yes?" you said.

And he arched an eyebrow at you, sarcastically "You're Isaac Karlsen?"  

"I'm his daughter. Tell me what you want to say and I'll deliver it to him." you politely smiled, at such times, the royal guard was no good news. 

"Right." The guard faked a smile "Don't waste our time and bring him here. It doesn't concern you."

"It does, in fact. He's sleeping." 

"Oh I'm pretty sure He will want to wake up once he finds out it's an order from her majesty, queen Elsa." 

You internally cringed. Similar to your father, you disliked Queen Elsa. It's why he bought a house at the border of the capital after retirement, where life was peaceful and simple. He couldn't depart from Arendelle but preferred to be as far as possible from the icey palace and its surroundings. Serving poor people without charge until he fell sick. 

"What is the order and why involve my father?" 

You seemed to be getting on his nerves "It doesn't concern you." He firmly repeated, moving to walk past you but you blocked his way. His hand instantly flew to grip the hilt of his sword threateningly, and out of nowhere, the kids appeared behind you, eyes gleaming with excitement and admiration. "Hello guard sir good sir!" Jude blurted out. "you guys are awesome. I want to be like you one day!" Flora joined in "slashing enemies with your swords and protecting us!" 

"kids, go back inside. now." out of the corner of your eye, you spotted the guard hesitating at the sight of children and his hold on the weapon dropped with a sigh "An ill person in the palace is in need of a doctor, urgently." He plainly explained to which you nodded. 

"Very well, I'm doctor (Y/N) Karlsen. I've been working for a while. I'll be there first thing in the morning." you extended your hand for a shake and received none in return, just a bewildered and sceptical glare from the man. Another, friendlier looking guard stepped in to whisper something in his ear that he didn't like from his reaction, he replied with "Are you serious?" and slowly faced you again, both hands on his hips "Very well. pack as much clothes as you need, we will be waiting." 

He grinned at your dumbfounded expression "No occasional visits. the doctor is required to live in the palace and be by the patient's side 24/7. That includes not leaving the palace boundaries for uh weeks, perhaps months." 

"I can't." you shook your head "Impossible. I have kids to take care of and my father is old and bedridden. They have nobody else. I can't leave them for months at once!" 

"Auntie is leaving already?" A crestfallen Jude tugged at your dress and Flora tried to comfort him despite her own sadness. 

"We can't keep her majesty waiting." The guard spoke. "sir Erik, we have to tell her highness-" The other man went quiet when their lead guard, who's apparently called Erik, raised his hand "It seems you have to make a decision and quickly, miss (Y/N). We'll give you one day to think about it. but I suggest to start packing your things." With that, they left and you closed the door, still shaken from the encounter. 

"Aw you both..." you bent down to hug them "A hurricane won't separate me from you. So don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." 

"But the queen. she's powerful isn't she?" Flora whispered. It was true, in her few years of ruling, the young dictator has done terrible things to her enemies and opposers that made even the most fearless of men tremble and give in to her. She was a cruel and merciless tactician with a stone, cold heart. 

"And your auntie is smart and capable of handling herself." The girl was embarrassed that she doubted you for a second and nodded "She is." 

"Uhm, by the way auntie." Jude timidly interrupted your moment "Please don't get mad but..." 

"hm, what's wrong Jude?" 

"the tea you made was awfully bitter, it had veeery little honey." he put his index finger and thumb closely together "the more sweet, the better!" Flora snickered at him "It's called 'sweeter' Jude, not 'more sweet'". 

"Okay but where did you get that tea from? I didn't make any tea." you asked.

"Grandpa gave it to me." 

you were unimpressed, and highly disappointed with your father for giving his herbal medicine to the little boy so he wouldn't have to drink it. And for a moment there, you thought maybe you should've let those guards take him.