#Your asks make me concerned about your health buddy

[za0mbie]

No need to respond obv. Hey hey hey, it’s your friendly neighbor Milk again, if you’re wondering if my head’s alright, yeah i’m alright today, going swell!

Your friendly neighbor - Milk // Lee

Glad to hear it!! Hope you're ready for more junebug.

[escapingrealtiylovinginsanity]

Evan “Buck” Buckley: Belt 

This is my first Buck and 911 story! I'm so excited to be writing for a new fandom! If this is what brought you to me welcome!

This was inspired by complete brain rot. I couldn’t get it out of my head so I had to write it down. I’ve been catching up so I can watch the new season of 911! Damn, Buck just does something to me. Is anyone else hoping for buddie to be canon this season? I wish I could keep him for myself but if he does have to pair off with someone it better be Eddie. 

You were known to get yourself into strange and interesting situations. You blamed it on your big mouth and openness about discussing pretty much anything without thought. Usually when people had trauma, they kept it close to the vest but you weren’t ashamed of what had shaped you. Normal taboos like mental health, past trauma, and sex were easy for you to talk about. Giving voice to things took away their power.  

This situation wasn’t one you thought you would find yourself in. Sitting in a chair trying to teach Javi how to belt handcuffs and to start foreplay in a more dominant way. When he told everyone he had a date, you had been excited for him and asked about her. When he told you she was a shy introvert who liked to read things like Haunting Adeline, Den of Vipers, and Credence you hadn’t been able to hold your laughter. 

His confusion was immediate and between laughs, you had told him to look up the books to see what they were about. His reaction had been priceless. You had tried to calm him down telling him the belt or tie trick would work on any book girly. A few TikTok thirst traps later he looked more concerned than when you had started.  

That is what had landed you in the chair in front of him. You had shown him how to loop the belt into handcuffs and pull them tight. Javi knew how to do it but was just struggling with the sass of the move. He would put your hands in the belt but he was so gentle that the movement seemed awkward instead of sexy. “Alright, I’m calling it. I’m just not getting this.”  

“Javi, it’s getting a lot better. You just need a little more...” You pause trying to think of the right word. You had been giving him corrections and he had been doing better but you were struggling to give him the right feedback.  

“More attitude,” You both look up to see Buck just a few feet away. He looks at you and requests, “May I?” Your brows furrow together but give him a deceive nod. You weren’t close with Buck but with frequenting the firehouse you knew each other well enough. He was an attractive man and you wouldn’t complain about having him in your space. 

Buck's long legs ate up the distance between the two of you while one hand undid his belt buckle using his other hand to yank it out of the loops with a snap. His hands easily formed the belt into two loops for the makeshift handcuffs. You held your wrists out willingly. He stepped even closer his tall frame overshadowing you, his legs brushing yours. You could smell the spice of his aftershave, the warmth of his body making heat flood through your lower stomach and up your body.  

He briefly looked down to slide the leather belt over your wrist but otherwise, his blue eyes stayed locked on yours. You couldn’t look away. Then in one fluid movement, he pulled the belt tight, the leather biting just enough into your wrist, as he pulled your hands up and over your head and back towards your shoulders. You inhaled sharply your body naturally arching up. Buck was leaning down enough that your breast brushed his chest. Your nipples hardening in your bra. You pull reflexively against the hold but Buck holds a firm resistance and your hands don’t move. 

His face is only inches from yours and you can feel the warmth of his minty breath. The rough fingertips of his other hand caress from your chin up your cheek to push your hair back and out of your face tucking them behind your ear. Your heart is pounding in your chest and your breath is coming out in pants. His nose grazes your ever so slightly.  

You think he is planning on kissing you. Your lips part eager for his kiss. Ready for his taste on your tongue. You are disappointed when instead you feel cold as his body heat is pulled farther from you. You look up at his retreating figure with hooded eyes. But his attention has turned to Javi. “You don’t want to hurt them- I get that. But women aren’t as fragile as you think. You want to put just enough force behind it to surprise them- catch their attention. Give them the feeling of being completely under your control. Not so they feel powerless but so they can let go.”  

Buck’s name is called from another room and he doesn’t even glance back at you as he quickly strides out of the room. “After watching that I think I know what I am doing wrong. Can we go again?” Javi’s voice pulls you out of your head. You shake your head as you slowly bring your hands back up in front of you. Your movements are shaky as you start to pull at the belt Buck had left tight around your wrists. 

“Yeah,” You breathe out finally getting the leather loose. You try not to press your thighs together as you feel the wetness in your panties and the now throbbing ache in your core. You need a minute. A long minute. “Let me just go to the bathroom first.”  

[theminecraftbee]

Also, shoutout to Impulse for getting stuck in two of those worlds in ONE DAY. Joe revealed that the recording for what we now know as vault hunters was also last monday. Impulse is really going through it.

Impulse sweats. For the past several minutes, Iskall has been staring at him and "hmmm"-ing for some reason. His only solace is that he's also doing it to Etho, but it's still making Impulse feel like he's got something weird on his face. That, or Iskall has suddenly and unexpectedly transformed back into his original villager state. One or the other.

He glances at Etho, who shrugs awkwardly at Impulse. He looks back at Iskall, who is still 'HMMM'-ing, increasingly furiously.

"Do you think he wants us to say something?" Etho asks.

"I mean, I guess?" Impulse says. "He could just ask."

"He's just going to keep humming at us, though," Etho says. "That's scary."

"Scary?" Impulse says, blankly.

"HMMMMM," Iskall says with an irritated expression.

"Scary," Etho confirms. Impulse sighs.

"Okay, I'll handle it. Hey, Iskall," Impulse says.

"Oh, I didn't see you there," Iskall blatantly lies.

"Right. You're, uh, sounding a bit concerned, buddy," Impulse says.

"Right, yes. Very concerned. Did you know you and Etho are already claimed? And, like, super cursed."

"Uh, I got a divorce with Cleo, you know," Etho says, completely straight-faced. "I'm a bachelor now. Not claimed by anyone."

"I'm not sure Bdubs and I ever got a divorce," Impulse says.

"No, no, not claimed like that! Claimed like--I did warn you all, yes? That my patrons would not like it if you came with other gods all over you? They get jealous of each other, let alone whoever you have... doing that to you."

Impulse and Etho glance at each other again. Impulse looks back at Iskall. "Yeah, I think I'd remember if I were claimed by any gods. I don't really... worship any, these days."

"If I worship any gods, Iskall, they're not the kind yours can do anything about," Etho says.

"What?" Impulse says.

"I mean, I'm old! I'm old, Impulse! I've met a lot of gods! Some of them I have opinions on!" Etho says.

"No, I've met yours too, they won't cause problems, yeah?" Iskall says.

"Thank goodness," Etho says.

"Sometimes I forget how old you two are," mutters Impulse. "That doesn't answer the whole... already claimed?"

"Yeah, like, it stinks off of you to me. It's like... you've got... someone's already claimed you to kill players, not mobs. And your health is all wonky. And you're keeping secrets or... kept secret? And don't even get me STARTED on how much time you have. All wrong. Who did you even find to do that to you?"

Impulse freezes.

"...the time was last season," he says, finally.

"Last season? What?" Iskall says.

"Yeah, that was--you know what, tell your gods not to worry about it," Impulse says. "I'm sure it's. Fine? Hey, wait, how can you tell?"

Iskall shakes his head like he's trying to knock something out of his ear. "They're annoying about it. Make whatever curse you're under go away while you're here or they're going to make it my problem. Mine! As though I can do anything about it. Go to the mortal world, they say. Bring your friends back here, they say. We want to meet them, they say. They're so annoying."

Etho, without skipping a beat, says: "Yeah, are those gods or the mother I saw last night?"

There's an ominous roll of thunder.

"Oh, definitely your mom," he says. There is a second, even more ominous roll of thunder happens, somehow entirely focused on Etho's location. Impulse decides to ignore it.

"I'll bother Grian about it," Impulse decides. He somewhat doubts Grian is a god--man, he really, really hopes Grian isn't a god, actually--but maybe he knows that Secret Keeper guy. That feels like the kind of guy who probably did this to them.

"Do that," Iskall says, and he wanders off to bother Stress.

Etho watches him go. "You know, maybe we should worry about the fact we're cursed because of the Life games. That seems, uh, bad," he says.

Impulse thinks about it and shrugs. "Eh, what's the worst that can happen?"

A long silence.

"Don't answer that," he tells the silence, before it can ominously thunder again. He knows the kinds of things that will lead to gods mocking him, after all.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hey! Hope you’re having a nice day/night!

Can I request Bi-Han, Kuai Liang and Tomas with a healer!reader? Reader is like a witch/ sorceress  who specializes in healing magic while have a soft and gentle personality.

Thanks!

Tomas Vrbada

‘There we go little buddy, your paw is all better now. Just promise me that you’ll be a little more careful next time okay?’ You whispered as you finished up healing the injured paw of a tabby cat you came across when making a trip up to visit Tomas at the Shirai Ryu. You couldn’t bring yourself to just walk past and ignore the pained cries of the cat, so you immediately dropped everything to aid the poor thing back to full health as best as you could.

The orange tabby cat mewls it’s thanks as it then pushed it’s head into your hand as you were scratching it’s chin, closing it’s eyes and purring deeply in content and bringing a warm smile to your face, before boating off down the way you were heading, brushing past Tomas’ pant leg in the process. Your smile widened upon seeing the him as you quickly hauled yourself off the ground, dusting yourself down of dust and dirt before addressing the man who was smiling at you fondly.

‘How long have you been watching me?’ You asked softly.

‘Long enough to see you contemplating in bringing home a stray cat.’ Tomas teased upon seeing your flustered face.

If there was one thing Tomas adored most about you was your kindness and your willingness to help others in need. It was actually one of the many things that had drew him to you, along with how soft and gentle you were when tending to his wounds upon your first meeting. Needless to say from that day onwards you were constantly on Tomas’ mind.

‘I wasn’t going to…’ you murmured under your breath, distracting yourself from staring at his handsome face by fiddling with your fingers. ‘I came here to visit you but if I’m going to get teased like this then I’ll just leave.’ You huffed but Tomas was quick to step into view with a wide smile on his face as his hand reached for one of your own to hold, before beginning to pull you along with him towards the direction of the Shirai Ryu. ‘No need to make rash decisions now sweetheart.’ Tomas said, feeling beyond ecstatic in getting the opportunity to spend the rest of his day with you after a less then desired morning.

Your presence made him feel as though everything was alright and Tomas knew that he would be an utter fool to not take advantage of getting to coo at the inherent cuteness of a pair of blue jays cuddling up to one another, whilst doing exactly the same thing. Being within your company healed Tomas’ soul and he couldn’t help but be thankful for you entering his life, for it was a gift he wasn’t going to throw away anytime soon.

Kuai Liang

‘It’s only a scratch my beloved, nothing you should waste your efforts on.’ Kuai Liang tried to reason with you as you healed the last of his wounds from his previous mission. Thankfully it wasn’t anything too serious, just a couple of gashes and several small cuts and bruises littering his face, however that didn’t change the fact that you never liked when Kuai Liang came home with any form of injury. You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest. ‘Well there not your decision to make Kuai Liang. You were hurt and I just so happen to have the ability to heal you of your hurt, so let me use my magic for it’s intended purpose.’ You rebutted.

‘I understand that sweetheart.’ Kuai Liang utters as he holds your hands within his own, thumbs stroking the inside of your wrists. ‘And I’m not trying to change that in anyway, it’s just that I don’t want you wasting energy on low scale injuries.’ Kuai Liang’s tender smile then became a frown as he continued to speak. ‘Whilst it’s admirable that you want to treat every possible injury. I just fear that there will be the day where you’re forced to make a harsh decision that you aren’t ready to make just yet.’

You smiled at Kuai Liang’s concern as you rest your forehead against his. ‘I’m aware of the fact that I can’t heal everyone, at least not yet.’ Your face sobered up upon a particular memory. ‘I have faced moments in my life where I’ve had my hand forced to making the hard call on who could and couldn’t be saved because of my limitations. It breaks my heart knowing I can’t heal everyone, I’ve heard it all before from everyone about how my dream is unrealistic.’

Kuai Liang tightened his grip on your hands reassuringly. ‘How do you power through all that grief and scrutiny my heart?’ He asked, genuinely wanted to know how such a sweet and gentle soul like yours could remain that way despite everything you’ve witnessed. You only smiled before shrugging. ‘I strive to become the impossible and learn from my shortcomings. I will try to heal everyone and if that fails then I’ll heal those to make up for the ones that I couldn’t.’

Kuai Liang couldn’t help but find your reasonings admirable and felt pride at the fact that despite everything you’ve seen and done, you were still blessed with your harmonious soul, your golden heart and healing hands. It truly was a testament to your strength, love and durability and Kuai Liang knew that you were destined to becoming the impossible, and so he’ll help in anyway he knows how because if there was anyone who could do it. It was you and Kuai Liang firmly believed that.

Bi-Han

‘Bi-Han, you’re hurt.’ We’re the first words the left your mouth upon seeing him outside your door, clutching at his side that was obviously the biggest cause of his discomfort. ‘Why aren’t you getting examined by the medics,’ you began to question. ‘Why come here when you’re obviously in great pain?’ Your eyes followed after him as he only offered a grunt in response before bypassing you and entering the room, heading towards the bed where he struggled to find a more comfortable way to sit down that didn’t agitate the wound.

‘Enough with the questions.’ Bi-Han growled through gritted teeth, his eyes clenched shut as he tried to block out the pain.

‘At least tell me why you didn��t go for a proper medical examination?’ You pleaded as you made your way to his side, immediately starting to examine the severity of his wound, but from what you can determine so far was that the wound wasn’t that deep; however it was still enough of an problem to cause issues with performing basic level tasks. ‘You have possibly the best of the medics within their field down there and yet you come here instead and force me to watch you writhe in pain?’

‘Does it even matter if I happen to put more trust in you to heal me then those medics you happen to speak so highly of.’ Bi-Han stated, taking you off guard with his sudden appraisal.

‘You trust me?’ You asked, meekly gesturing to yourself.

‘Yes, why do you think that every time i get injured I always happen to come here.’ Bi-Han said, staring at you as you recalled the moments where Bi-Han would come to your room with a new injury for almost every mission he went on. It was so obvious to recognised the pattern now compared to back then, but none of that mattered as you reminded yourself of the fact that Bi-Han was very much lying on your bed in pain.

You put on a professional front as you helped put Bi-Han into a more comfortable position. ‘Alright, now let’s see what we’re working with here.’ You said to yourself, fuelled by your need to meet to prove to Bi-Han that he was right to place his truth within you. Meanwhile Bi-Han in question could only watch you work your magic -no pun intended- with a neutral expression but within his dark eyes, besides flickers of pain, was a sense of pride. Bi-Han knew he was right to have trusted you long ago with nursing his wounds and even though he wouldn’t verbally admit it, he felt safer within your care and knew that if he showed an ounce of emotion unbecoming of a Grandmaster; you would never view him any differently nor speak of it to anyone outside of this room, which was probably the main reason why he entrusted you to heal him.

Trust was something Bi-Han didn’t give out willingly and neither did he just to just anyone. So to be blessed with the knowledge that Bi-Han trusted you to help him in his most vulnerable state, there was no need for any further clarification for Bi-Han often spoke his loudest through his actions. So when you finally finished healing him, all he did was give you a silent look of recognition of your efforts, before reaching out for your hands to then press two separate kisses to the palms of your hands of where your magic lies within to show his appreciation for your gift.

‘It was nothing.’ You’d then say, still not use to having so much of his undivided attention.

‘It’s more than nothing.’ Bi-Han said, ‘you deserve every ounce of recognition for what you do. It’s a gift, don’t waste it.’ He concluded before leaving your room.

[cherry-romper]

gen narumi x medic reader, where his vice-captain and platoon suddenly realizes why he gets injured so often (to see reader)

Gen Narumi X Medic!Reader

Warnings; Mentions of blood and injury

Contains; fluff, angst(?), GN!Reader

Word count; 936

For a guy who classes himself as “the best”, he sure gets injured a lot.

He was never grievously wounded, but he’s always need stitches – this just so happened to be your department.

His platoon often made fun of him, jesting at how he’d “fallen off”

It got so bad that he’d been called into the Director’s office, many were concerned as to why he was suddenly getting injured so often. 

No matter how small the cut, he'd always end up at your door. His platoon teased him relentlessly.

Ignoring them, he waltz into your office and man-spread in your chair.

He'd stare you down as you worked, unflinching as you cleaned and dressed his wounds. 

You’d shift uncomfortably under his gaze, looking up to him a couple times, irritated. 

You felt very judged, like he was scrutinizing your every move.

Even if the gash was on his back, he’d crank his neck round to watch you while you work. 

After the first few times, you got used to it and voiced your irritation: “Stop watching me while I work.”

“Why should I?” you didn’t even have to look at him to hear the smirk that tugged at his lips.

Frustrated, you set down your needle and thread with a clank. “You make me nervous; my hands shake the more you stare. I could hurt you more.”

“I can handle it.”

“Or stop getting injured, then we won’t have anything to worry about, would we?” you counted, sarcastically. 

He scoffed as you got up, shifting his weight in the chair. 

For the third time this week, you bandaged another part of his body. 

He’s gonna run out of limbs to injure soon, you thought to yourself.

He didn’t say thank you as he left your office. 

You tried to not let it get to you, he had a reputation for being rude. 

It was only two days till he was back again, some pathetic cut on his pinky finger. 

You were a professional, to laugh in his face wouldn’t be right, but it was hard not to with him stood there, cradling his hand like it had been cut off. At 2 am no less.

“Bandage,” was all he said, almost demanding.

Cocking a brow at him, you looked from his face to his hand. There was barely any blood, you couldn’t even see the cut.

“What did you do?”

“Papercut.”

“Narumi…go to bed.” You turned to close your door, but his foot stopped it.

Using just he leg his pushed your door open again, making his way over to his usual spot and held out his hand for you to examine.

You were shocked but thought it best to entertain him. Quicker you gave him a plaster, the faster you could get back to sleep. 

Grabbing what you needed from your cabinet, sat across from him. Taking his hand in your own, you can feel his familiar gaze on you. 

Wiping it down and wrapping a plaster round it, you tapped on the back of his hand, “there you go, now can I go back to bed?”

“No,” 

Puzzled, you looked back to him.

“I actually have this weird mark on my ass,” without hesitation, he shifted in the seat onto his knees.

“WOAH!! Not my department, buddy!” you scrambled to stop him moving any further. 

He laughed, “I’m just joking”

You didn’t know if you should laugh or cry, you were too tired for this. 

He saw himself to the door, “thank you…and goodnight, Doc.”

A week had passed since you’d last saw your favourite patient. Until your peace was disturbed on a Wednesday afternoon. 

Once again, Narumi had some meek slash on his abdomen. Not deep enough to cause issue, but enough to warrant stitches. 

Conveniently, his suit didn’t complete the healing process, again.

Your usual routine unfolded. Him staring and you just trying to work.

However, for the first time, he flinched. Not at the needle, but at your touch.

Taking a step back, you asked if he was okay. No matter who your patient was, their comfort and health were your top priority. 

He just nodded, nervously biting his lip. Unable to meet your gaze.

You made sure he was okay as you continued to weave the thread in and out of his flesh. 

He winced a couple times, jolting as your hand grazed over his bruised torso. 

His body temperature had risen, and you could feel the sweat forming on his body. 

Looking to his face, you could see the beads glistening on his forehead and the blood pooling in his cheeks.

“God, Gen. You’re burning up.”

He shook his head and cleared his throat, “don’t worry about it, I’m fine.”

“Of course I’m worried about it!” You knew form your years of experience it was best to finish one task before starting another.

Completing the last few stitches, you pulled them tight. 

A gasp escaped Gen’s lips. He launched forward, grabbing a hold of your wrist. 

He was hunched over in the chair, his hair covering his eyes. You couldn’t make out the expression on his face. 

“Are you okay? Talk to me, Narumi!”

He let out a weak chuckled, “you’re really loud, Doc,” 

His hand still gripping your wrist tight, he meets your eyes. 

His lips were pale and his eyes sunken. 

Panic immediately washed over you.

“God, you’re bleeding internally,”

Calling for extra nurses to assist you, he slumped against you.

“This is what I get for wanting to see you, huh?”

Perplexed, you try to lift his weight off you and move him into a safer position, but he wouldn’t budge. 

Resting his head on yours, he whispered in your ear “I’m sorry, Doc. I just didn’t know how else I’d get to see you.”

“Gen Narumi, you idiot.”

[tokyo-1842]

LIVE FOREVER <3

Zoro x GN!Scientist!Reader

GN!READER, ZORO X GN!!READER, READER IS GENIUS 😥

TW: Uhh reader not sleeping for days (Possibly weeks), READER PURRS😭 (I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE CUTE), Pet rat, Zoro taking care of reader, fluffy fluuff that’s all folks, little suggestive in one sentence.

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“Day…I’ve lost count…” You muttered to yourself as you wrote on the medium sized white board in your lab. The bags under your eyes becoming more visible day by day. The crew worries about you and both your mental and physical health. God…weeks it’s been since your last rest. But it’s not your fault! Science!

Yes science…all you need…you don’t even need sleep!

Ok well maybe a few screws in your head were a little lose during these past months. But it’s nothing to worry about! All the progress and research you’ve made was worth it!

*Squeak, Squeak*

Ah right that’s what this was all about.

So you see, you’ve loved animals your entire life! And one day you decided it’s not fair they don’t get to live as long as humans! The Sunny wasn’t going to be at another island for a long time too. So why not figure out a way too give longer life expectancy to animals.

And so you did but at what cost.

So this brings us here.

“(Name) Open up!” A gruff voice shouted on the other side of the door. “Yeah…give me a second..”

You opened the door to see a seemingly concerned Zoro. “What’s up? Need anything?” You look at him. Only if you could see how tired you looked. “The hell you mean “WhAtS uP”. What’s up is YOU for too long!” “I’m fine I swear…” You take a seat near a table where the mouse you were testing on was laying. (DONT WORRY THE MOUSE IS BEING TAKEN GPOD CARE OF :p)

“What could be so important that could have caused you to not sleep in WEEKS!?” Zoro grunted. “Oh man I’m glad you asked! I’d really like to drag out the years of my life and live past human expectancy. But I can’t.” You paused. “So I made a little buddy who could! This isss…hm (Mouse Name). I called him subject A I never gave a normal name, But anyways-“

Zoro watched as you babbled on about your experiment, he only payed attention to how you looked like you could fall over any moment now.

You pulled out a brush to groom the little critter, slowly stroking is fur.

“(Name)! Are you not seeing the problem here?” “What problem…? Hm are you talking about how I made (Mouse name) to look like me? oh yeah I forgot to mention! I did give him some of my DNA” “(Name)” “I extracted some of my blood and used the cells to form a similar genetic structure to mines” You slurred out while staring into space. “(NAME)! Can’t you see what this is doing to you! You’re clearly not even mentally stable” (That’s a drag) Zoro practically shouted. “Haha…what makes you say that…?”

…

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME? YOUR BRUSHING AIR RIGHT NOW!” You look down to see a comical dotted outline on where (mouse name) should be. Your brain is so tired out you couldn’t even notice nothing was being brushed.

You let out a chuckle. “Funny I could’ve swore he was there…” You sweat dropped. “That’s it. Your putting that mouse to bed then your going to bed.” “But-“ “Do you understand?” The swordsman commanded.

…

“Ok…”

“Great.”

After wrapping up your lab equipment with the help of Zoro (because you would fall over) you changed out of your lab gear.

Roronoa let you borrow one of his T-Shirts. (Totally not just to watch the way the shirt hugs your curves)

“Alright finally let’s head to bed” He picked you up bridal style and you let out an adorable gasp he chuckles at.

…

Finally your curled up to him getting some well needed rest. You snuggled impossibly closer to his chest. Zoro massaged your scalp as he stared off into the moon lit ocean. Observing the way it glistened like a gem and listened to your soft snoring.

That was until he heard a…PURR?

Purring…you were..

The shock wore off as he found it adorable. There were many things about you he never knew but this one is new. It provoked him to keep on petting you as the cat like noises you made were like music to him.

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BONUS:

- When ever the strawhats have a lil sleepover (idk) when you fall asleep Zoro likes to rub your back until you purr to show it to everyone. You always wonder why your throat is sore in the morning..

THIS WAS INSPIRED BY THAT ONE SCENE FROM ADVENTURE TIME LOL.

THATS ALL GUYS THANK YOU FOR READINF

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HAVE A GOOD DAY :p

[sky-kiss]

It's-a me, shahs! Could we have more soft (and kinda spicy) Raphael where he pops up at Tav's place all in bloody armor and she gives him a bath. Steamy things could ensue or not. Up to you how to conclude it. We must have him in a tub again!

A/N: Still condemned to the shadow realm, I see. It’s ok. I still love you, buddy.  Sorry this is short, I’m heading out again lol.

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R x T: Could you bleed out on the tile? Just not on the rug.

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Tav has her cottage, safely tucked away from the hustle and bustle of the city. Raphael has his war. Their paths should no longer intersect. And for the better part of a decade, they don’t. 

But one night, he comes knocking at her door, this handsome ghost of hers, and it’s instinct to let him inside. He says next to nothing, doesn’t ask about her health or life, just regards this ‘hovel’ (his words) she calls home. He leaves as suddenly as he arrives, the air stinking of his perfume, and Tav dizzy with questions. 

It becomes a running theme: Raphael manifests without explanation or invitation. Tav, happy to play hostess. Some nights, they share wine. Others they speak. Mostly, they share silence. 

Tonight, he comes to her in a flurry of smoke and brimstone. She’s never seen him in anything besides his doublet. Raphael is resplendent in his hell dusk armor, a warrior king, helmet tucked under his arm. His hair is slick with ash, sweat, and blood. The same smeared across his chest plate. Worry twists in her gut. 

“Raphael…” she stops before touching him, fingers curling into a fist. 

“Are we concerned, little mouse?” He purrs, taking a step towards her. It’s rare for him to arrive in his proper form. It dominates the cottage’s limited space. He’s far too tall and has to duck his head to keep his horns and wings from brushing against the ceiling. Raphael flicks something from his pauldron. “Charming as I find it, allow me to allay these fears: I am unharmed.” 

“You’re a mess.” 

“And you were a picture of cleanliness when you roamed the Sword Coast.” 

She holds up her hands for peace, laughing. “Hackles down, devil. I meant no offense.” Tav holds out her hand. “You’ll have to bathe if you’re going to stay. I won’t have you tracking blood through my home.”

Tav watches the mixture flicker across his face. A part of him wants to argue and delights in riling her. But he nods his head, exhaustion winning out. She runs the bath and finds a spare change of clothing she’s started keeping on hand for just these occasions. When she returns to the washroom, he’s already there and waiting. And nude. 

Tav stares at him. Raphael has shifted back into his human form. He wouldn’t fit in the tub otherwise. Blood and dust still coat his skin. Tav chews the inside of her cheek, cataloging the flex of muscle in his back and arms. He’s lovely, truly. Broad-shouldered, a thick torso trailing down to narrow hips and well-muscled thighs.

Raphael turns enough to smirk in profile. “Didn’t your mother ever teach you it’s rude to stare?” 

“Just this once, I think she’d understand.” 

“Charmer. But why stare? Is it not better to take?” 

She blinks at him. “Pardon?” 

“There’s room for two. Join me. Bathe me.” He holds a hand out to her. 

Her gaze rakes over him again, and she makes her choice. She leads his hands to the ties of her bodice, kicking the door to the washroom shut behind them. 

[shawnaise]

Carlton, Take A Break

ok so overworked!lassie meets a concerned!shawn

pairing!! shassie <3

hijinks ensue//fluff

————9:50PM SBPD————

“if you spend another hour here, vick told me you’ll have to start paying rent.”

lassiter had been slumped over his desk for the past… well. shawn couldn’t exactly recall; all he knows is that this morning lassie was asleep on one of the waiting couches by the door when he came in, and god, that could NOT be comfortable.

“go home, spencer. don’t you have a crystal ball to ponder or something?”

the mildly pissed off response didn’t even compare to what carlton usually packed in terms of snappy remarks.. something was bothering him. shawn recollects himself to examine the man;

eyebags, crumpled files in the garbage can, a shaking hand wrapped around a nearly empty fountain pen, and a small downturn of lassiter’s lips.

a case had gone wrong. it had been lassiter’s fault, or so the man thought. but now he was staying up late hours and writing extra reports to compensate for this; and potentially to punish himself.

when shawn sat on the corner of the desk, lassiter couldn’t even muster the energy to scoff.. the psychic, a little downtrodden by this, snatched the pen from the other’s iron grip. shushing the protests before they started.

“shh, lassie, come on dude, when was the last time you went home?”

a fury was slowly being stoked behind tired eyes, “none of your business, spencer. if you had a real job, maybe you’d understand how people usually have to… well.. I don’t know….WORK!”

this sort of weird deflection was not dissuading shawn, if anything it was motivating him. lassie was clearly beating himself up to a degree not yet seen by spencer. one that proved dangerous to the detective’s health.

“ok buddy, I get it, you’re working hard; I can respect the hustle. but you’ve gotta see that at this point you’re not helping your prospects, only hurting them. and yourself.” shawn gathers the last few reports, almost as evidence and spreads them out in front of the man.. the handwriting is sloppy and the sentences either run on for ages or make no sense at all.

with a huff, carlton lays back in his chair for the first time in what must be hours and begins to examine them for himself.. the expression on his face slowly morphs from stoic, to surprised, to defeated as he lets the files slip from his finger tips into the bin beneath his desk.

shawn stands at the helm of the desk and holds out his hand to the other, gesturing mildly,

to his surprise, the older man threads his callused fingers between his own.. and the palm that kisses his is warm and tender from countless hours of writing.. something shifts in shawn’s chest and he finds that it’s not entirely unpleasant..

after the shock wears off.. shawn can’t stop himself from laughing gently at the soft nature of the gesture from lassie of all people..

“i wanted your keys, carlton.”

the detective seems a little shocked at his own actions, if not a bit pink at the realization of what exactly he just did. perhaps he would’ve put up more of a fight about shawn driving his car if he didn’t want to immediately change the subject.

removing his hand from it’s subconsciously executed hold, he digs his keys out from his internal suit pocket and lays them in the palm of the psychic’s hand.

“you need my address..?” carlton seriously doubts that shawn does but it feels almost courteous to ask..

“no, I’ve read your personal file.”

of course he had.

——————————

[frozenjokes]

Something Somber, But I Hope At Least I Can Do My Best To Help You

there are guns in this fic, this is the warning for that. she’s (the fic) is a tad angsty

“I’m going to kill you now.”

Grian stood in the shallow water, holding some sort of human device in his hands. He was alone today, but it was possible Scar was just recovering from his injuries at home. That would make sense. However, Mumbo did find it a little odd that Grian hadn’t brought much of his stuff, the bag left in the grass looking deflated in comparison to how full it usually was. Grian wasn’t moving very much, very stiff as he pointed whatever he was holding at Mumbo’s face. He looked.. a little upset? It didn’t really look like he wanted Mumbo to have it, he was holding it so tightly, but Mumbo was getting a little confused about what exactly the purpose of this was.

Mumbo leaned a little closer to sniff, but Grian winced, taking a couple steps back. Well. Guess that answers that. Mumbo’s fins rose and fell on his back and head, twitching with annoyance. Why did Grian call him over if all he wanted to do was stare?

“What,” Mumbo said, hoping Grian would at least try to explain whatever it was he was holding and why he wanted to show it off, but Grian remained stiff, lips pursed.

“You don’t get it. You don’t- I’m going to kill you, and you don’t understand. Do something. Get mad or hiss at me or lunge or something. Defend yourself.”

Ah, so he was upset. If he was trying to communicate why, he wasn’t doing a very good job. Mumbo wasn’t even sure if this was about Scar; he didn’t think so, Grian never said Scar’s name, but he wasn’t sure what else. Wait, could he still be mad about the whole bag stealing thing? That was so long ago! If that was the case, that was sufficiently a Grian problem, learn to let go of a grudge, buddy.

“What,” Mumbo asked again, hoping Grian would do a better job at explaining himself.

Grian huffed as if his own inability to be clear was Mumbo’s fault, “This is a gun. Gun,” Grian moved the device a little in his hands, but didn’t hold it any less tightly, “I am going to shoot you with it. I am going to kill you.”

Mumbo stared blankly. Alright, the thing he was holding was a ‘gun.’ Great. Was he going to show him what it did, or were they just going to sit here for another twenty minutes. Mumbo didn’t mean to be so impatient, but honestly, Grian was being stupid and Mumbo’s tail was still in quite a lot of pain, worse in the shallows.

“I can’t- you don’t get it. And you know, it’s nothing against you. It’s not. Well..” Grian paused, thinking, then shook his head, “No, it’s nothing against you, even if you stole all my shit and fucked up my ankle- I might have a limp for the rest of my life, y’know! I probably won’t. But I might! You tore through all sorts of important shit in there.”

Mumbo wasn’t sure if he was supposed to be understanding what Grian was saying, but the human didn’t look like it planned on stopping, so Mumbo let it be. Still, he kept a slightly warier eye.

“And I’m not sorry, by the way. About your tail. You deserved that as far as I’m concerned, stealing my stuff then trying to sing me into the water after I was injured- I know your game. That’s what you guys do. You kill people. At best you’re like- like a public nuisance. But you’re dangerous, I know you’re dangerous and I..” Grian trailed off, looking away, “I’m just afraid Scar doesn’t know.”

Ah. There it was. So this was about Scar.. oh, Mumbo hoped he was okay. Scar hadn’t looked like he was hurt too badly, but then again, anything could have happened. The bite could have gotten infected or was deeper than Mumbo had thought, or any other number of things. Given how upset Grian seemed to be, something must have happened.

“Scar doesn’t have a very strong sense of self preservation, he never has, and it drives just about everyone in his life up a wall. I don’t know why or what’s wrong with him or if he’s got some sort of mental health issue he isn’t addressing, but it’s always been this way and- and he just gets so focused. Like he gets an idea in his head and he literally can’t think of anything but pursuing it. And when I say literally, I mean it. He doesn’t think about anything else! I don’t even know if he can! You would not believe how much he talks about you, it’s all ‘Mumbo Mumbo Mumbo! Mumbo this, Mumbo that,’ and because we have to keep you a secret, all of this goes to me and-” Grian cut himself off, taking a second to breath.

“It’s not that I care. Scar can talk my ear off all he wants about anything he wants. Sure, it can be a little much and I get frustrated with him from time to time, but at the end of the day, he picked me, y’know? There’s a guy that can talk his way into anything he wants, who can make friends with basically anyone, and he still.. he wants to talk to me. And that’s a special thing, y’know? Scar is a special kind of guy. And it just kills me when he tries to throw his life away!” Grian kicked up sand and water as his voice rose through gritted teeth, and Mumbo jumped back, startled, though he immediately regretted the motion, hissing in a soft whine at the pain that pulsed through his tail. Grian stared at him for a long while, still pointing his ‘gun,’ but his shoulders fell.

“He’s going to be mad at me. For killing you. Doesn’t matter how many times I said I was going to or how many times I told him he couldn’t interfere if I let him come and see you. He’s going to feel bad, then I’m probably going to feel bad, and we’ll probably both feel very bad for a while, but it’ll be fine because Scar will be alive. That’s what matters, in the end. Not mermaids, not money- well, actually I won’t go that far. I’m going to sell the shit out of your body and I’ll probably be very well off for the rest of my life. I think I’m allowed to want that too! I think that’s fair.”

“And I’ll have you know, Scar’s not innocent either, he still wants you in his zoo even if he doesn’t talk about it around here anymore. As if you’d even understand. I’m telling you to your face I’m going to kill you and sell all your body parts and you couldn’t give less of a fuck. It’s impressive almost, how neutral your face is right now. You look a bit like one of those dogs from those kennel ads? All of them looking all sad with the sad music trying to make you feel sad so you go out and adopt. That’s how you look all the time. It’s the eyes. All big and dark like that. Ugh.”

Mumbo wasn’t sure what to do. Clearly this human was in some kind of distress, but the more it talked, the more he was sure he had no clue what was actually going on. Had it come looking for some sort of comfort? Why Mumbo? Out of everyone Grian knew, surely Mumbo was the least qualified by far.

Did.. he know anyone else? Humans were social animals, Mumbo knew this, but mermaids were too, and even despite this, some had trouble fitting in. Mumbo had never seen another human other than Scar hang around with Grian.. maybe while Scar was healing and resting, he just didn’t have anyone else to go to.

Well, Mumbo knew a few things about humans. They liked to talk (loudly) and yell at each other (loudly) and call each other’s names and be obnoxious to each other for fun. Though, given Mumbo did not speak human, this seemed out of the question in terms of things he could do to help.

Humans.. liked touch. Mumbo was pretty sure of that, no matter how foreign it always seemed. Scar was always touching Grian affectionately, and despite the latter never looking all too thrilled, he never really reacted negatively either, sometimes even visibly relaxing. Is.. that what Grian was looking for?

Mumbo steeled himself, less for the pain of maneuvering in shallow water and more for reaching out his hand toward the human ahead. Sure, maybe they’d had a rocky start, but Grian was clearly in distress. If Mumbo could show him that he cared, maybe Grian would understand he meant to be friendly? Even still, he found his head and body cringing back in anticipation of The Touch, though he kept his arm extended, one eye still watching anxiously.

Grian looked.. well, honestly, Mumbo couldn’t tell if he was any more or less distressed than before, but it felt a little bit different than before?

“What.” Grian said, looking rapidly from his gun to Mumbo to Mumbo’s hand, eyebrows pinched, “What is this. What are you doing.”

Ah, yeah, that made sense. This was pretty radically different behavior for Mumbo; if he was on the other side of it, he’d be wary too. Though, he didn’t quite have the words to explain himself. For a moment Mumbo considered singing, something soft and somber so Grian might understand his intentions, but given how the human reacted last time he sang.. no, that would be a bad idea.

‘Red,’ he whistled instead, “Grian.” Mumbo’s gills flared gently, frustrated. Why was this so hard. Maybe Grian was put off by how uncomfortable Mumbo looked.. maybe looking a little less like touching Grian was one of the top ten worst things that could possible happen to him would be a start.

Mumbo strained to get a little closer despite the pain, holding out both of his arms instead of just the one, palms up. He managed to open both of his eyes, though they were still pretty narrowed in the bracing anticipation of something unpleasant. He even tried to face Grian completely instead of shying away, though he couldn’t quite force himself to manage that entirely. Grian’s mouth hung open, like breathing that way might give him more information on what exactly was happening here. Unfortunately, intention was not something humans could smell.

Grian slowly, slowly lowered his gun, not letting go, but not holding so tightly either, leaving it in one hand at his side. His arms were shaking- actually, mostly of him was shaking.. Mumbo wasn’t quite sure what that meant. Likely a symptom of human distress; it didn’t seem voluntary, quite unlike the quivering of mermaid fins when they were very angry.

Mumbo snapped back to reality when Grian moved, taking a slow step forward. Then another. Then another.

‘It’s okay. This is okay. I’m sorry about Scars, and I’m sorry you’re worried. I think you’re worried. That human seems like it’s survived quite a few injuries though, I think it’ll be okay. I thought you were going to hurt each other, and even now, I’m not entirely sure you weren’t. Mermaids have thick skin. You do not. Humans are too fragile, you can’t be fighting each other like that.’

“You’ve been watching us, haven’t you. I mean, of course you have, but this is.. I guess you’ve really been paying attention. Is that what we sound like to you, just all sorts of nothing speech all day? I bet that gets annoying. I’ve never heard you talk this much. I guess your language is also pretty complex. It must be, unless you’re just repeating the same few concepts. It’s hard to tell. Are you really that intelligent? Wow, if you knew what I just said you’d probably be offended. But I just- I mean you’re just a big fish, yeah? It would be crazy to just assume you had comparable intelligence just because you kinda look like a person. But that’s what Scar thinks of course.”

‘I have no idea what you’re saying, but I’m pretty sure this is how human conversation works. You take turns talking for long periods of time and stare very uncomfortably at each other’s faces. This is a foreign concept to me, Red. Humans are extremely weird.’

“It’s funny how when you’re saying one of our names the clicking stops. Did you do that just for us? So we’d be able to say them? I just assumed some mermaid words didn’t have clicks, but you don’t stop. You don’t stop at all actually, it doesn’t even look like you breathe.”

‘Is this the appropriate time to speak. You humans don’t pause for very long before another one starts talking. My arms are getting tired, are you going to touch them and feel better or not.’

Mumbo almost thought Grian understood, because at nearly the same time Mumbo spoke, it moved forward another step, far closer than what was comfortable, though, to be fair, this entire experience was uncomfortable. Couldn’t Grian just reach out and touch Mumbo’s hands from as far away as possible? What was the point of getting this close?

“You look. Uncomfortable.” Grian cringed back, demonstrating the word and gesturing vaguely to Mumbo before his neutral expression returned. “Uncomfortable.”

Uncomfortable! How did he know? Mumbo had gone through so much effort to look friendly and inviting, he hadn’t even bared his teeth once! Mumbo took a moment to inspect himself, a few quick embarrassed clicks escaping his throat when he saw every single one of his fins across his back flared out and on end. Even the big one at the end of his tail was all spiky and sticking out of the water, goodness. Mumbo forced them all down at once, re-presenting his arms.

Grian laughed, which Mumbo was 90% sure was a happy sound, and then relaxed a little more, waving his hands in a ‘no’ gesture.

“I’m not going to touch you if you don’t want me to, Mumbo. I’m not- Do you just think that’s a human thing? Lots of animals enjoy physical contact y’know, we actually domesticated a ton of animals for the sole purpose of petting them. I have to think you guys also enjoy it, at least with each other. You’re just flighty with humans, and I’m guessing lots of other stuff in the water. Do mermaids get eaten a lot? I can not imagine that being an issue. You’re huge.”

Grian backed up a little, but not out of fear. Just.. stepping away. Mumbo dropped his arms, somewhat relieved, but a tiny part of him was also a little annoyed. Clearly there was something magic about human touch, and Mumbo was kinda starting to want to know what the fuss was about. But Grian kept its distance now, and Mumbo didn’t think he would be able to convince it to approach him again. Shame. Though, admittedly, it was nice to not have his personal bubble be so thoroughly invaded.

“Hey,” Grian said, grabbing Mumbo’s attention back, “This isn’t- I’m still going to kill you. I’m going to.” It raised its gun half heartedly, but stopped, dropping it with a huff and a little stomp of its foot. “If you hurt him. Scar. Again. If you even touch him I’m going to- I won’t hesitate. If you kill him I’m going to- I’ll be really upset. So don’t. Do that. Clear? Are we clear?”

Mumbo stared. Grian stared back.

“Are we clear? Yes or no.”

“What,” Mumbo said, deeply confused, but Grian only huffed. Mumbo flicked his tail fins with a short hiss, ‘I don’t speak your dumb language, if you want me to understand then tell me clearly.’

“Don’t sass me.”

‘I don’t like your tone.’

“Shush!” Grian drew a finger over his mouth and Mumbo copied the gesture, flicking his fins. Grian threw up his hands like he’d been mortally offended, turning immediately on his heel. Humans. So dramatic. Internally, Mumbo noted the gesture for later as something to use when the humans were being particularly annoying.

“Whatever!” Grian declared, not looking at Mumbo as he spoke, “I’m leaving!” He marched away out of the water, stomping and splashing as he left in what Mumbo was sure was a conscious effort to be as obnoxious as possible. Amused, he began his careful backpedal into deeper water, sighing contentedly. After a minute, Grian seemed to be quite offended when he looked back to see Mumbo also leaving, yelling and calling out and being a total nuisance, but Mumbo ignored him, relieved to be out of the shallows.

Scar was all kinds of odd, but Grian felt like a different beast sometimes. Scar was predictable in his weirdness, completely baffling, but consistent. Grian felt like he reacted differently to the same exact situation every time, the one exception being when he felt he was in danger, in which he would just scream. Loudly. Shrilly. Only sometimes justified.

Maybe it would just take a little more time.

Scar was easy; easy to impress, easy to speak to, and easy to watch- Mumbo would say Scar was easy to be around, but that wasn’t quite the case with his chronic lack of environmental awareness, always swinging his arms and moving erratically. But at this point Mumbo was used to it. In a way, that erraticness was predictable too; Mumbo knew to keep a little more space between the two of them because of it. But Scar was an open book, and Grian clearly wasn’t.

He was guarded like Mumbo was, and that was a good thing. Scar’s carelessness was written all over his body, and Grian had his moments of impulsive stupidity, but Mumbo didn’t worry for his life like he did for Scar’s. Briefly, he wondered if Grian worried about Scar as well.

[gettinshiggywithit]

hiiiiiiiiiiii jayaaaa~ poppin in with a req if that's okay 👉👈

if you're alright with it may i please request fluffy hcs of dazai, atsushi, chuuya and ranpo taking care of a sick reader? if i've requested too many characters you can get rid of some of them, just do whatever suits you best :)

if you do choose to write this please take your time and take care of yourself, no rush at all!! and one more thing!

~ dia 💜

!In Sickness And In Health!

scenario:-dazai, atsushi, chuuya and ranpo and poe~ taking care of a sick reader!

Pairings:- dazai x gn!reader | atsushi x gn!reader | chuuya x gn!reader | ranpo x gn!reader | poe x gn!reader

Genre:- fluff!

Type:- headcanons

A/N:- DIAAAAAAAA OMG HIII (lets pretend i wasnt talkin to you like a literal second ago😭) i hope you like this and i did you justice! Also i kinda added poe i hope youre okay with that?also thanks for gettin me outta my writers block!

AND NO im proud of YOUUU!

Get well Soon Babes!

Atsushi

I think atsushi would be concerned.

Like depending on what it is you have I think how concerned he is would vary,but he’s still worried

He just wants you to be okay….

Would ask kunikida to take the day off or at least some of the day,to take care of you.

Until you’re better enough to do things on your own that is

Kunikida obliges because,honestly lets be real,atsushi’s already stressed tf out,and he knows that letting the boy worry on the job wont help anyone.

Honestly at first,atsushi’s surprised kunikida agreed so easily,but doesn’t question it!

He rushes home with some of your favourite snacks and surprises you.

I think that since he has healing along with his weretiger ability,he may not get sick as easily?

Or at least if he did,he’d be able to get better a lot faster.

So he’d gladly cuddle up to you if you needed him

buddy aint listening to your protests.

“but ‘sushi,you’ll get sickkk!!!”

“don’t worry y/n ill be fine” *le crawls into to bed and cuddles you*

Would ask kunikida to make you some oden if you liked it (dazai volunteers when kunikida says he’ll do it right after his paperwork,to which kunikida responds by whacking him{dazai} and immediately getting on it)

The rest of the agency would help atsushi with his nerves when he gets back to work

The boy’s just scared okay🥺

Basically,best boy all the way.

I mean its atsushi what did we expect?

Dazai

Honestly,I think he’d be more competent that we’d give him credit for.

We all know dazai’s not actually dumb or a fool.

He just acts like one!

So when you get sick.he knows exactly what to do!

He’ll roll over on bed one morning and when he sees  you sick his joke-y morning musings become serious and he gives you one last cuddle before getting out of bed to make you some okayu (rice porridge, a rather simple dish of rice, salt, and water.) and asks you to eat it

He knows its not the best tasting thing ever,but tells ya that it’ll make you feel better

Dazai Wouldn’t be worried to leave you to go to the agency,he’d rather skip work but kunikida be kunikida-ing😔🤷🏻‍♀️

He does call to check in though!

But serious calls are made privately of course(God forbid kunikida sees he can actually be serious for stuff like this and{tries to make} makes him just as serious about agency work )

He would DEFINITELY tell kunikida that he’s just goin to check on you and leave during the day.

Does he know you’re perfectly okay?yes. does kunikida know youre perfectly okay? No~

And He’s gonna capitalize on that fact~

Wouldn’t be as physical as atsushi would be,but would eventually just say ‘fuck it’ and be snuggly if you want him to be

anything to skip work! (and spend time with you ~)

I think atsushi would be sent over by kunikida to make sure he isn’t killing time.

Atsushi doesn’t snitch obviously! But he isn’t exactly the best liar

Dazai Calls kunikida the next day saying he got sick~~

Kunikida obviously comes by to make sure that this little shit isn’t bullshitting his way out of work again!

Is honestly surprised when he find dazai actually sick.

Dazai.who has NEVER gotten sick…. Goddamit

Crafty bastard

Wait I meant, your crafty bastard

Gets atsushi to bring shit over, snacks, drinks,medicine. Anything! (how can he go get it??? He’s sick toooooo)

The poor childdd isn’t gonna turn dazai down,even though he knows he’s full of shit

Ah just you,your crafty boi and the microbes that got you sick <3

Happy recovery!!

Ranpo

Ranpo,ranpo RANPO

Foodie supreme

I think he’d definitely have some ‘get well’ foods he’d get for you and him to try!

Would he be as dotting as atsushi or as concerned as dazai? Probably not.

Buddy knows you can take care of yourself,sick or not.

But if you asked him to cuddle he wouldn’t be that opposed to it…he would be cautious tho.

Expect for him to sleep on the couch or anywhere away from you

Its nothing personal,he just doesn’t want to get sick.

Losts of take out

I think ranpo knows to cook a little but honestly,he’s not bothered.

He just orders take out! Different hot and soothing foods! He’s make sure youre fed (him too,aint no way he aint getting at least a piece of the stuff he’s ordering!)

At one point when kunikida hears that he’s just been ordering take out the whole time,he himself comes over and cooks.

So does yosano! Dazai offers but he downright rejects him! (oof big yikes)

He’d contemplate askin yosano to make you better,but decides against it…

Honestly,ranpo wouldn’t be bad if you were sick. He’d just be a bit clueless at time.

Don’t worry! Fukuzawa and kunikida and yosano (mainly) are always there to help!

He tries his best and whenever he does anything he’s honestly so proud

Slay babygirl slayy

Chuuya

MY MANSSS

Chuuya would be doting on you,calling to ask if you were okay and making sure you have enough of anything you need.

Mans is takin care of you,what can I say~~

Chuuya is quite responsible and really knows what he’s doing so he’d have the best doctor(or just your doctor if you wanted) to treat you and make sure you’re on the right track to recovery!

He’d take a day,or at least half-day off  work if you needed him,but if it couldn’t be avoided,he’d send one of his subordinates to check on you.

Maybe someone youre more familiar with if you asked?

Is he scared of getting sick?

Not necessarily,he jus cant afford to get sick…

His job is pretty demanding,so he might sleep away from you if youre contagious…

But he’d still take care of you,cooking for you whenever he could and making sure youre all comfy.

If he does end up getting sick from you,he wouldn’t really be mad.

Would prolly beat himself up for bein careless(not for you to hear ofc) but in the end you ride out the sickness together!

If he catches something different to you?

He’s self isolating.

Different apartment.not risking giving it to you!

He honestly just wants the best for you and would do what he had to to make sure that you did.

Now back to if you were sick with him (like a similar illness )

He’d stay in bed with you if you wanted.

King of cuddles honestly.

I can only describe him as tiny but mighty

But he’d make sure you got sunlight and were active at least a little.

You’d do little couple-y things

Cooking together,little crafts

Even readin eachothers fave books!

He definitely makes it as bearable for you as possible.

Lucky tbh :’)

EDGAR ALLAN POE

Hehehehe

Poe with a sick s/o?

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Buddy’s doing everything he can!

Calling doctors,buying medicine,snacks,stuffies anything to make you feel better!

Heck,he’d write you a story to travel into if you were feeling down in the dumps too!

Buddy’s just trying his best tbhh

Oh and KARL

 karl is 100% gonna be there to cuddle you when poe’s not around

Karl is his eyes and ears!

Would he be opposed to being close? If you were contagious? Perhaps.

But he’d prolly even wear a hazmat suit and cuddle you if you wanted!

Either that or he’d just take medicine to make himself immune and cuddle you!

But if youre down really bad he’ll prolly stay on the couch or in the extra room.

Would sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor if you needed supervision or if you wanted him close.

He doesn’t mind!

Poe just wants the best for you and he’ll do anything he can to make you feel better.

If he gets sick too,he doesn’t mind.he’ll just hop into bed and get comfy with you.

Poe’s quite a tall fella so he’ll be able to wrap you in quite a snuggly hug! (he is 6 feet after all! If youre taller than or as tall as him, its still work!)

He has snacks around for when ranpo comes around so,regardless of if he restocks or not,you’ll have enough snacks for when youre sick.

Has separate colour coded pill boxes for the two of you and reminds you to take em daily.you do it together!

He’s be great honestly~

But then its poe,so whats new ey?

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[ronnie-quinn]

Sick Day

CG! Husk and Regressor! Angel Dust 🍼

Plot: Angel is feeling sick and Valentino wants him to work, regardless of his health. Husk is having none of Valentino’s bullshit.

TW: Valentino being a scummy piece of shit, verbal abuse

Request by @AutisticallyYours on AO3

Angel woke up feeling under the weather. His head was pounding like a drum, and his throat was scratchy like a desert. He weakly got out of bed and trudged to the bathroom. He pulled out a thermometer from the medicine and took his temperature.

100.3 degrees.

“Shit…” Angel grumbled. He pulled out his phone and dialed Valentino’s number.

“Angel Cakes, baby, it’s so good to hear your voice,” Valentino’s voice spoke through the speaker.

“Hey, I can’t come to work today. I’m not-”

“What do you mean ‘you can’t come into work?’”

“I’m not feeling really good. I was wondering if I could take the day off or two so I can-”

“What are you fucking talking about? You’ve never missed a day from work.”

“I know, but-”

“Are you telling me that you’ve decided to get out of work? You’re probably faking sick just to spite me!”

“No, that’s not true. I swear I’m not faking it. I just need a day or two off to-” Angel tried to speak, but was interrupted by his coughing.

“Listen to me, you fucking shit-for-brains, you better be at the studio in exactly one hour, or else there will be literal hell to pay,” Valentino threatened.

With no other choice, Angel sighed heavily and responded, “Yes, Valentino.”

“That’s more like it. See you in an hour, baby.”

Angel sighed again as he hung up his phone. He grabbed some Ibuprofen and took it, hoping it would soothe his throat for a while. He walked out of the bathroom and saw his pet pig, Fat Nuggets, walking towards him with a cold compress.

“Thanks, Fat Nuggets,” Angel smiled weakly as he placed the compress on his forehead.

Fat Nuggets walked over to Angel’s bed, pulled his Rainbow Puppy and Twinkle (Rainbow Puppy’s pig friend) stuffies next to his pillow, and motioned for him to lay down and rest.

“I can’t lay down, buddy. Val wants me to power through my shift today.”

Angel slogged out of his room and made his way downstairs. He plopped down on one of the bar stools and groaned as he put his head down.

Husk, who was wiping down drinking glasses at the bar, saw how sick Angel looked and asked him, “Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah,” Angel nodded as he lifted his head and coughed harshly into his elbow.

Husk grimaced and placed his paw on Angel’s forehead.

“You look and feel like shit,” Husk commented in a concerned tone.

“It’s nothing. Just a frog in my throat, that’s all. Can you make me a drink to go? I heard that alcohol helps with headaches.”

“Yeah, no. You need to call Valentino and tell him you can’t come in today.”

“I did that and he still wants me at the studio. He even accused me of faking being sick.”

“That fucking son of a bitch…”

“Don’t worry about it. I just-”

“I have to worry about it, given the condition that you’re in,” Husk argued.

“Look, Val never listens to me. I can’t let you interfere because I don’t want to see you get hurt. I have to go,” Angel said as he got up and left the hotel.

Husk sighed wearily as he continued his work.

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Later that day, Husk had just finished feeding Fat Nuggets when he got a text on his phone. He pulled it out and read the message.

“Papa help me. No feel well…”

“Oh, shit…” Husk muttered worryingly. Angel had regressed at work.

The winged cat texted back that he was coming as soon as possible. He hurriedly flew out of the hotel and to Valentino’s studio.

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The studio doors flew open as Husk sped over to Angel’s dressing room. As he was about to open the door, he heard a sinister voice speak from behind him, “And just what do you think you’re doing here?”

The winged cat turned to see Valentino glaring at him.

“I’m taking Angel home,” Husk glared. “You know full well not to force anyone to work when they’re sick.”

“Have you not noticed that I own Angel? He will do anything for me, no matter what he is feeling!" Valentino hissed.

“You may own Angel and his soul, but you’re not gonna treat him like-”

“Papa…” Angel’s voice whined from behind the dressing room door.

“It’s okay, Angel, Papa’s coming. Look, Val, at least let Angel rest for a couple of days. Besides, isn’t it a health code violation if an employee goes to work sick? None of us know what Angel has is contagious or not.”

“Alright, alright, but that bitch better get ready to work overtime when he gets better,” Valentino smirked.

“Fine,” Husk sighed. At least Val is going to let Angel not work while he’s ill.

Husk opened the dressing room door, where he saw Angel in his robe, curled up into a ball on the couch, and groaning. He slowly approached the spider and whispered gently, “Hey, Angel. It’s me, Husk.”

Angel turned his head over and began crying.

“It’s okay, we’re going home,” Husk comforted.

“But Val…” Angel whimpered.

“I got him to let you go home for a while, now come on.”

Husk helped Angel get dressed in his normal clothes and took him back to the hotel.

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Husk had opened the door to his room and sat down on a reading chair he had, cradling the silently crying and softly sniffling spider on his lap.

“Papa…” Angel hiccuped as he coughed. “‘m sorry…”

“Shh, it’s okay. It’s not your fault. Val is just…” Husk said, trying to think of what to call Valentino without Angel repeating any bad words while he was in his tiny headspace. “He’s just not a caring individual, but he’s not here right now.”

Angel’s head began aching after a while and he began crying again, hiding his face on Husk’s shoulder.

“I know, I know, shhh,” Husk cooed as he rubbed Angel’s back. “It’s okay, Papa’s here.”

After a few minutes of comforting the spider, Husk changed Angel into a Pull-Up and a long-sleeved onesie. He then dressed him in a pink sweatshirt.

Husk laid the spider down in a full-size side crib next to his bed and tucked him in. He then spotted Fat Nuggets walking into the room with Angel’s Rainbow Puppy and Twinkle stuffies.

“Looks like someone came to visit you and keep you company,” Husk smiled as he picked up the pig and laid him next to Angel.

“Hi, Nunu,” Angel said as Fat Nuggets handed him his beloved plushies. “T’ank ’ou.”

Fat Nuggets nuzzled Angel’s cheek as a response while Husk turned on his ocean side lamp/crib toy that hung onto the crib rails, setting it to a low lighting and low volume.

“I’ll be right back, okay? I gotta get you some medicine,” the winged cat said as he gently ruffled Angel’s hair. He left the room and came back a few minutes later with a tray of get-well essentials: some medicine, a cold compress, a small bowl of mixed fruit, a baby bottle filled with water, and a pink pacifier. He also held an Invader Zim blanket under his arm.

Husk sat on his bed next to Angel and carefully placed the compress on his head. He then gave Angel some of the medicine and covered him up with the Invader Zim blanket.

“Here. You don’t have to eat all of this if you don’t want to, but I just want you to have something in your stomach,” Husk offered as he took a fork and stuck it into a piece of pineapple and held it to Angel’s mouth.

Angel ate the pineapple and allowed Husk to feed him the rest of the fruit. Husk then fed him some of the water while he sang lullabies to him. This caused the spider to fall asleep.

Husk smiled softly and kissed the spider’s forehead as he carefully placed the pacifier in his mouth. The winged cat laid down and covered Angel up with his wing.

“Get well soon, little ragno,” Husk whispered tenderly before falling asleep himself.

[imagobin]

Leorio friend head canons:)? Just like general stuff for being his friend

Ooooh yess been meaning to start writing about Leorio on my own for a while, but looks like the asks beat me to it lol Thank you for requesting this! I definitely have thoughts about being Leorio's friend

🩵Friendship with Leorio HCs🩵

Med school:

You and Leorio enrolled in the same med school at roughly the same time, and ended up in the same class.

However, he didn't seem really interested about making new friends at first, only interacting with you and other classmates if necessary and focusing on his studies. Though he'd occasionally show up to parties to pick up ladies.

You were admittedly curious about him, not only because rumors had it he was a Hunter, but also because of how passionate and determined he was to really make what he studied for into a career.

The opportunity to finally talk to him presented itself on a quiet afternoon in the school's library.

Oddly enough, Leorio wasn't busy studying that day; he was just sitting on a window sill, trying to call someone on his phone. You saw him sigh, concern plastered all over his face... then he noticed you staring at him, flinched and went back to acting as if nothing had happened. "Oh hey y/n! S-sup?"

You ask if everything is okay, and he tries to deflect the question at first, but eventually gives in and tells you about a friend of his, Kurapika, who hasn't been answering his calls lately, and he's very worried for him.

You listen to Leorio, offer some words of comfort. He's really glad that he got to talk about this with someone, and that if you ever needed someone to talk to he'd always be available.

Ever since then you two have made it a habit to chat during breaks and hang out outside of class, going out for a coffee or studying for exams together.

Caring to a fault:

The closer you got to Leorio, the clearer it was that he's willing to put the people he loves above anything else.

When for whatever reason you miss class, he's always the first one to send you a text asking if everything is okay.

He also tells you what topics were talked about that day, if there's any assignments, and even sends you the notes he's taken during class! He wants to make sure you don't fall behind on your studies.

Leorio would also take all your concerns seriously, whether they have to do with your mental or physical health. He's completely willing to offer unbiased advice, and genuinely gets concerned if you tell him you've been feeling unwell and you can't figure out why that is yourself.

Man's going to spend hours researching your symptoms, and find ways to make you feel better.

Once he develops his Hatsu he's even more efficient at that, and often jokes that he won't charge you a dime for a diagnosis. You know full well he wouldn't charge anyone money for that, that's just not the kind of guy he is.

He tends to behave as a big brother a lot of the time, even reminding you to eat and drink if you're one who often forgets to, and even makes sure you get enough sleep.

Basically, he's always looking out for you.

Good fun:

Of course, being caring isn't the only thing he's got going on for him, the guy is also genuinely fun!

There's never a boring moment when you're with him, whether it's because he's gotten himself into trouble or because he's just bringing you with him to a party... you never really know with him, sometimes it's both.

Really, only he can turn a chill party night into a game of 'run away from an angry boyfriend', just because he flirted with the wrong girl there.

And of course he drags you off with him, because buddies stick together!

On nights where things do go well, he has the bad tendency to get absolutely wasted, but it's alright, he's the funny kind of drunk, he gets all wobbly and starts talking nonsense until he falls asleep, probably on you. He's a mess.

Leorio at heart is a pretty adventurous guy, so whenever you guys are free from classes and exams, he often suggests to go on hikes and such.

Although a lot of the time, those hikes turn into him paying very close attention to the plants growing in the area you're exploring, taking note of any medical plant that could come in hand, because "You never know how much equipment you're gonna have on you to practice first aid!"

He's really resourceful like that.

[chocos-universe]

Lee!scm where he’s having a bad day and someone cheers him up? Ler can be anyone

(I love ur fics btw!)

You sunflowers have such good ideas ahh!! And thank you so much, ehe!!

Love Your Laugh!

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--Suction Cup Man stopped laughing for a while from being self-conscious about it. But, he has a best friend:)--

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|Lee - SCM -- Ler - Gina|

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Suction Cup Man was staying at Gina's for a while. Why? He was growing insecure about his laugh and needed company. I mean... snorts and hiccups? Come on! What's NOT to be embarrassed about it! The fact that he laughs easily, too, makes it worse! So, he's been holding in his laughter. Gina has definitely noticed this. This wasn't Suction Cup Man... this was a Sad Man. Something HAD to be done...

Suction Cup Man was in the spare bedroom, lying down curled in a ball. Gina sighed and walked in "Hey Raspberry... how's it going?" Gina said in a tone of concern, closing the door quietly behind her. "...Fine." Suction Cup Man sighed, looking devastated. "You... want some tea, Buddy?" Gina asked as Suction Cup Man shook his head, some tears welling up in his eyes. "No..." his voice cracked as he covered his face. "Awh... bud..." Gina frowned, walking over to him, sitting next to him. "C'mere..." She opened her arms for him as he crawled over, sitting in her lap curled in a ball, her arms wrapped around him, rocking slightly yet slowly back and forth. "Shh, it's okay, Raspberry..." "I'm a weirdo..." he covered his face in his hands. "Cuppy... you aren't." "Why is it so weird?!" He whined, curling up more. He was so insecure about it that it was getting concerning... he hardly ever laughed, and it was affecting him and his health deeply.

Gina knew her idea was probably bad, but... it just HAD to work. Giving him tea, new towers to climb, plushies?? He loved all of that! Yet, none of it worked. So, this was the only thing that COULD work. "Cuppy... can I see your hand?" Gina asked in a soft tone, holding her hand out. Suction Cup Man sniffed and looked up at her. He looked at her hand before sighing shakily and giving him her hand. She gently flipped his hand so she was holding his back hand before gently placing a finger on it, tracing his hand lines (idk what they're called:3). Suction Cup Man flinched slightly before a wobbly smile appeared on his face

"Ehe... no-- Gihina!" He giggled softly, shaking his head. "What's wrong, bud?" "I hahate this-- plehease!" He snorted, which made him cover his mouth with his free hand. "Um... I don't think so, mister!" Gina gently kept tickling his hand before grabbing his other, nuzzling his palm "Wahait-- aaahahahaha! *hic* G-Gihihijima!! Ahahahaha!" He giggled, snorted, hiccuped... oh well. This was all worth it to hear those bubbly giggles and wobbly smile! "Come on, your laugh is so sweet.." Gina said with a genuine tone. "Noho it's nohot!" Gina gasped, pretending to be offended "My goodness! Making such false words?! What has happened to this generation..." "Pff-- whahahat?!" He snorted as he laughed more at Gina's choice of words. "Ya heard me. Your laugh is so bubbly, snorty, hiccup-y, cute~" "Naha!" "Naha? Nope, sorry sir, gotta repeat that." "Gihihina!!" "That's not what you said, you silly goose!" Gina gently spidered her fingers up and down his arm. "Shihihit!! Gihihina plehehease! *hic* Oh nohoho!" "Oh yes!" "Gihina!!--" He could've just pulled oit and ran away or pushed her to make her stop. But... he loved this affection. Even if it made him laugh. "Who's a widdle cutie?~" "Noho-- nohot mehe!" "Aww, it IS you, isn't it?~" "Fuhuhuck!!" He hippcuped and snorted, Gina chuckling along. "You hear that? Adorable laughter~" "Okay! Ohokay! I gehet it! It's cuhuhute!!" "You obviously like this, right?~" "Soho?!" Gina chuckled before stopping. "Don't be ashamed of your Laugh, buddy. I love your bubbly giggles." She smiled, booping his nose softly as he huffed "Whatever half-bald bastard..." Suction Cup Man mumbled, crossing his arms."Oh, you red little shi--" Gina pounced on him, pinning him underneath her before lifting up his shirt and blowing the biggest raspberry she could

"BWAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!! GIHIHIHIHIHINA!! NO-- NONONONONONOOOOOHOHOHOHOHOHO!! *snort and hic*" He shrieked with laigher his feet kicked slightly

"You take that back, mister!!"

🖤End🖤

(Sorry if it's short, sunflower. Hopefully, this makes you happy💕💕)

[hiraganasakura]

Seperate Castti and Osvald ask as a treat (treat for me, idk how much you care about this)

They're the duo ever. Literally just someone's parents (not married) right there like thank you Ochette for acknowledging that. Also while we're here it is SUCH a fine line to walk where I wanna talk about my hcs where Castti will die if she can't take care of other people without it leaning into misogynistic "women should always be caretakers" stuff. Deep down it probably is a little but oh well.

I think Osvald would be sick constantly so Castti's making sure he's fine and that he eats. Like also this guy can't eat for shit because Frigit ruined his ability to feel when he's hungry. Not that he was ever good at consistently eating (see: autism headcanon) but Frigit made it worse. Castti watches him to make sure he finishes his food. Probably stocks up on oregano and garlic whenever they're in a town so his Italian adjacent ass can actually eat the food they make on the road. I think he'd become a bit picky outside of Frigit because now he has the freedom to choose and to Ochette and Partitio who are the team cooks, this is a big inconvenience.

Sorry I realize this ask is a bit more about Osvald than Castti.

They'd grieve together. Castti slowly starts remembering Malaya and she has this ache in her chest and Osvald listens to her. His input is never that good because he didn't even really grieve Rita but he'd still somewhat try to be there for Castti because she helped him. I think by seeing Castti slowly grieve Malaya, he'd start to come to terms with Rita's death.

Castti also just feels so much guilt about killing Trousseau because they used to be buddies and Osvald is a bit blunt and rude about that at first because he had no second thoughts about killing Harvey. Castti would never get over the guilt of killing Trousseau, especially as she remembers more about him post canon, and idk if she'd even cope very well. She'd probably honestly just help even more people to make up for it, like Ogen. It obviously wouldn't help with the guilt at all, but it'd make her temporarily feel better.

ELENA. ELENMA. PSKDKDK OLDJGKSKQKSK NNSNDKD!!!!!!!

Castti and Elena are amnesia buddies. She makes a point of visiting Osvald more than the other travelers specifically because Elena is struggling with amnesia. I think cause of all that, she's very close to Elena and is like an aunt. Elena absolutely adores her and would ask her to teach her medicine I think :]

Post canon Castti obviously continues traveling but the poison rain would affect her health in the long run. It makes her body ache and her lungs are screwed so she'd slowly start traveling less and less until she's finally just settled down in the apothecary guild in Conning Creek. I don't think Osvald and Elena would stay in Conning post canon, but they'd definitely stay on the west continent and probably within the Harborland region so Castti lives relatively close to them.

Castti basically becomes like an extended family member to the Vansteins and they're happy to have her visit whenever. She's helped them a lot and they both adore her :]

Also I have an au where Castti and Osvald are extremely unhealthy codependent besties but it's late and this ask is getting long so I'll save that for another time (tomorrow probably)

Conclusion: Castti and Osvald should be besties for the resties

I can sort of see your concern for your headcanon of Castti's constant need to be helpful coming across as unintentionally misogynistic, but tbh I think the context makes it lean out of that trope, at least imho. It's not Castti always needing to be helpful bcus she's a woman, in my eyes. It's Castti always needing to be helpful bcus it's all she's ever known, it's all she's ever had, her whole life as an apothecary has revolved around helping others, and she's seen so many ppl die in this field that it only continues to fuel her need to help, and when every single one of her friends dies in front of her she may not remember at the time but the impact on her subconscious is inescapable and helping others makes her feel better bcus of those she couldn't save in her line of work. Do you get me

Anyway back to Castti and Osvald! The best platonic duo ever!!!

I totally agree that Osvald would have food problems especially after his time in Frigit Isle. As someone who is also super picky about food for autism reasons I'm gonna project a little bit and propose that Castti, Ochette, and Partitio help Osvald figure out exactly what his problem is with a food's taste, noise, or texture and help him avoid it, whether by changing up the recipe or cooking him a separate meal from the others. They're gonna help him get food in his tummy on the gods

OUGH Osvald and Castti grieving together... Sm potential for fascinating character interactions. Processing their own grief thru helping one another! Osvald genuinely struggling to understand Castti's guilt over Trousseau! Bonding in the face of their similar hardships!

Oh no not the Ogen parallels ALFYN GET IN HERE WE NEED YOUR HELP NOW

In slightly related news do you think if Ogen and Castti met would they help each other out or make each other worse? Could genuinely go either way

And speaking of Alfyn I could see him and Castti getting along, I bet Alfyn would look up to this more experienced apothecary a lot!

But back on topic! I love the idea of Castti helping Elena with her struggles with amnesia! And Elena becoming interested in medicine would be awesome, ngl I could see her taking an interest down the line in psychology (or whatever relatively early equivalent would be in Solistia at the time) as an adult due to wanting to help ppl who went thru similar horrors as when she was a kid? (I was going to say "She could be like the Sigmund Freud of Solistia," as in the essentially "founder" of psychology, but then I remembered Freud's psychology involved a bunch of weird stuff so maybe nvm in that regard lol)

I'm now imagining Elena calling Castti "Aunt Castti". That's so cute omg

Aww I love that post-canon idea! It's a shame about Castti's help but it's sweet she gets love and support from the Vansteins and she can still continue doing what she loves at the apothecary's guild. So happy for her! She's found her family, her ppl!

Omg pls tell me about the codependent besties Castti and Osvald AU when you can, that sounds kinda fascinating? I'd be interested to see what's up with it!

So true Castti and Osvald best duo fr fr!!!

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Freefall Masterlist

In Pain and In Health

"Mon cheri, you were supposed to be in the paddock half an hour ago, are you okay?"

"Charles, you know I wish I could be there, but I don't think I can get out of bed," I admit, voice hoarse from tears.

"Pourquoi?" He asks, worry evident in every part of the question. "What's wrong?"

Do I want to admit to my fake boyfriend/ real boyfriend/ whatever the hell Charles is to me that I'm in this pain because of my menstrual cycle? I don't have much of a choice, I feel awful for not being there for this, especially since it's Carlos' home race.

"I- I have this condition," I begin, trying to find the right words as I shift in the bed of our hotel room, moving the heating pad lower. "I have polycystic ovarian syndrome, which sounds a lot more severe than it is, I promise," I assure, hearing his breath hitch. "But it causes me to have extremely painful cycles, and I can't really move from our bed at the moment, let alone get done up well enough to -"

"Mon cheri, do not worry about coming to the race. If I could come back to you now I would."

"No, no you need to focus on the race. I'm going to turn it on as soon as coverage starts, I promise."

"What can I get you on my way back, Chérie?" Is the next thing out of his mouth, and I want to hate him for being so kind.

"Just some snacks, please," I request, "And some hugs."

"Will do. I have to go, but I'll call after the race, d'accord?"

"Okay, bonne chance ma chère," I wish, using the phrase I had Pierre teach me when we first got the chance to spend time together, minus Charles.

"Dieu je t'adore."

"What?"

"Just saying goodbye," is his response. "Au revoir."

And she hung up, a goodbye leaving her lips before, although even with Lynnleigh not on the other side of the line, his eyes remain on the screen.

"Charles, ¡Qué te pasa, es el día de la carrera compañero! (Charles, what's up, it's race day mate.)" Carlos greets, taking the seat in the garage beside him. "Seriously, what's going on?"

"Have you seen my brother?" Is the response that the Spaniard is given.

"Arthur or Lorenzo?"

"Arthur, I need to ask him a favor," Charles explains while standing, Carlos doing the same.

"Compañero (Buddy), you're concerning me."

"Lynn isn't feeling well," He explains, shooting a text to his younger brother, telling him to come to the Ferrari garage. "I was hoping to send Arthur over with some things from the shops to help until I can be there."

"You really like this woman, don't you?" His teammate asks, a teasing smile on his lips. Phone dinging, Charles is saved from a mocking as Carlos glances at his own phone. "And you know, I'm a fan as well," He states, glancing back to the driver beside him. "She just texted me, and I quote, 'I don't know if you've talked to Charlie, but I'm really unwell right now and won't be able to make it to the paddock today frowning face. But I wanted to reach out and wish you luck with your home race! May you drive fast and safe!'"

At the text, Charles can't help but smile.

It all began as a show for the world, but now, even when she's not around, she has taken over his every thought.

"Fratello! (Brother!)" Arthur's voice, so similar to Charles'. "Cosa c'è che non va?" (What's wrong?)

"Lynn is ill," Charles begins, "Would you be willing to take my card from my drivers room and go to the shops? I can send you her favorites. I just don't want her alone."

And Arthur smiles, wide and knowingly. "She's going to be my cognata (sister in law) one day, of course I'll go keep an eye on her."

"Grazie Fratello." Thank you brother.

"Mon coeu?" Charles calls, finally finishing his day of racing enough to be able to make it to the hotel.

"Soyez silencieux, Charles, she's sleeping," Arthur's voice calls quietly, leading the elder Leclerc into the small living room of the suite, finding his brother sat on the couch, a sleeping Lynnleigh with her head and a pillow on his lap. "Elle voulait vraiment rester debout pour la course, mais les analgésiques que j'ai apportés l'ont rendue somnolente." she really wanted to stay up for the race, but the pain medications i brought made her drowsy

"Depuis combien de temps dort-elle?" How long has she been asleep?

"Depuis le tour 26," Since lap 26.

"I hear French," Lynn drowsily smiles, shifting into a smiling position.

"That would be us," Charles notifies, bringing my attention to his face, smiling softly at me as he takes a seat beside Arthur and I, hair still wet from showering post-race.

"How're you? How'd the race go?" I ask, moving my head to lean on his shoulder and pressing the button on the heating pad, turning it back up.

"P11, but we will surge forward. My head was not with it today," He admits, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me closer.

There's no cameras. There's only us and Arthur, who would probably prefer we weren't acting so couple-y.

Yet we are.

Why? And why am I enjoying it.

"I'm sorry I was a distraction," I mumble, ducking farther into him as a shot of particularly bad pain shoots through my body.

"You weren't a distraction," He attempts to assure. "I knew you were in good hands," He adds, the last part directed to Arthur, who has taken to flipping through channels on the tv, clearly with no plan to leave. Not that I mind.

"I am a fantastic nurse, thank you very much," Is his response, throwing his brother a cheeky smile. "She's still alive, isn't she?"

"He was very good to me while you were racing," I add, Charles smiling down at me. "I'm sure you were the one who told him my favorite snacks? How did you even know what they were?"

"I just payed attention during movie night," He shrugs, making my heart beat double time.

"Charles-"

"Ew, no, enough ooey gooey, we're going to watch tv and not try to gross out the younger brother."

[tearfallpixie]

#7 or #11 please if you're still doing them?

#7: Ok so funny enough both of them were about unplanned pregnancy.

❗Warning for this one it involves mention of termination of pregnancy.❗

I also might still post #11 for you too.

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“Hey, Nova.” I dropped my head to the side and looked out of my bunk to see Ricky standing there with a concerned look on his face. “You haven’t moved since before the concert have you?” He asked. I had gotten sick before they were to go onstage so they sent me back to the bus to rest up. I shook my head weakly. “What are your symptoms?”

“I’m just exhausted.” I tried pathetically.

“Yeah, and have complained about your body being sore, you fainted before the concert, you have been experiencing nausea and vomiting-“ He trailed off and a moment later his eyes went wide. “Stay here.”

“Not like I’m going to be going anywhere any time soon.” I muttered. He dashed out the door of the bus and I heard the others call after him.

“I’ll be back in 10.” He yelled back. I started drifting off again but was awoken by a soft hand touching my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see that it was Vinny next to me now.

“Hey, super nova.” He gave me a sheepish grin. “Ricky told me you weren’t feeling well. Feel like some cuddles?” He asked.

“Please?” I scooted back in the bunk and he climbed in next to me, tangling our legs together and wrapping me tightly in his arms. “I love you Vin.” I murmured.

“I love you too Nova.” The sound of the bus door opening sounded and a moment later Ricky was standing next to my bunk again.

“Come with me.” He ordered. I groaned and Vinny and I wiggled our way out of the confined space. I followed the guitarist to where the bathroom was and was promptly shoved into the tight room. He pressed the bag he was holding into my hand and the pieces finally clicked.

“What? No. We’re careful.” I hissed. No one except Vinny knew that Ricky and I were fuck buddies so I didn’t need some stupid test to be the reason that we were forced to tell people.

“Accidents happen. Take the test.” He said sternly. He closed the door in my face leaving me alone. I pulled the box out of the bag and stared at it for a hot second before opening it. I doubted that I was pregnant anyway so it couldn’t hurt to test. Once I was done I set it on the sink and shoved the box back into the bag.

“Hey Ricky, what are you waiting on?” I heard Chris ask.

“Nova is in the bathroom. I just want to make sure she makes it back to her bunk ok.” Ricky responded.

“Is she still feeling sick?”

“A little bit but I think she’s feeling a bit better now. Just needs proper rest in the hotel for her to kick the last of it.” Footsteps padded away as the silent timer on my phone went off. I sighed and flipped the little plastic over, feeling all the color drain from my face. Two pink lines. I grabbed the test and clicked open the door, shoving it into Rickys chest as I quickly moved to the back lounge of the bus where I knew no one was. I slammed the door behind me and started pacing back and forth until it opened again and Ricky came in.

“What the actual fuck are we going to do?” I freaked out. He took me into his arms to stop my pacing and turned me to face him.

“We’ll just schedule a doctors appointment for you to terminate it.” He said like it was the most obvious solution in the world.

“Excuse me?!” I exclaimed, shoving his chest. His arms fell from my waist and he stepped back with a confused expression.

“Novalee, we can’t possibly raise a baby on the road. On top of that, I don’t want children, so the best option is to terminate the pregnancy and forget it ever happened.”

“Fuck you, Richard! Do you know how badly an abortion can affect a woman’s mental health? I will not be doing that and I will be keeping this kid. If you can’t handle it then fuck off.” I snapped.

“Come on, you’re thinking irrationally right now. How about I give you some time to think about-“ I slapped him across the face as hard as I could.

“Get the fuck out.” I snarled. “Send Vinny back while you’re at it.” He backed up until he bumped the door and quickly made his way out, leaving the pregnancy test on the table next to me. The silence in that tiny room was deafening as I dropped to the couch and placed my head in my hands. Tears streamed down my face and sobs wracked my body making me miss the door opening and closing once more. Arms wrapped around me encasing me in familiar Versace cologne.

“Hey super nova. I got you.” Vinny’s soft voice whispered.

“He-he told me to terminate the pregnancy.” I sniffled.

“You’re pregnant?” I nodded and pointed to the test on the table. He took it and looked at it for a moment. “Here’s what we are going to do. By your reaction I assume you want to keep it. Correct?” I nodded again. “Ok, I’ll help you through this. I’ll take you to appointments, I’ll be there when you’re sick, I’ll even be in the delivery room if you want me to be. You are not doing this alone and we can forget all about Ricky. Deal?”

“Thank you.” I murmured.