#ah the medicine ran out so i'll go to bed i think

[meatmuncherlol]

Part 2 of the story

Adventures of Sakazuki and Borsalino when they first joined the marines! 26 year old Borsalino and 24 year old Sakazuki (Months after Saka's birthday)

*8:37 AM, Sakazuki wakes up and yawns*

S: Hm..huh-

S: God damn, why is there something heavy on me? Don't tell me Bors brought home another cat..

*Sakazuki looks down and sees Bors*

S: Huh- WHAT?!

S, covering his mouth: SHIT.

S, thinking: Fuck, its like 8 AM, and I'm late for class. Why is Bors even here anyways?

S, thinking:...

S, mf still thinking: OH RIGHT! At like 3 AM in the morning, they asked me if they could sleep with me on the couch and I...said yes..

S, MFS STILL THINKING: Should I wake them up? I should, and when they wake up, I'm gonna slap their head.

S: Oi..wake-

S:...

S, FUCKERS STILL THINKING: Why'd I stop? Is it bcs I don't have enough energy? Is it bcs I'm too lazy to? Is it bcs I like...

S, thinking: WHAT?! No, there's no way.

S, too lazy (t): Bors is way out of my league. They're kind, generous, sweet, and stunning. I'm just a big asshole with anger issues, I'm their polar opposite. There's no way they'd fall for someone like me, right?

S (t): Wait- why am I even thinking about this? HOLD ON- SHIT I HAVE WORK-!!

S (t): But I can't go when Bors is on me.

S (t): Guess i'll just go back to sleep, goodbye my perfect attendance.

*Sakazuki goes back to sleep, like who wouldn't*

*Few minutes later, Borsalino wakes up*

B: Hm..huh-?

B: AWH SHIT MY HEAD HURTS!

*Sakazuki wakes up from Borsalino's shout*

S: HUH- WHAT- HEY, YOU ALRIGHT?!

B: My head hurts so BADDDDDDDDDDUUHHHHHH...

B: And why am I sleeping on the couch with you?!

S: Don't you remember last night?

B: NO! What happened?!

S: You came home drunk from a party, puked on your bed, slept in my bed, came to me and slept with..me.

B: No wonder why I have a hangover..

S: Now, get off me. You made me miss class and now I'm forced to take care of you.

B: I'm too hurt to get off, and too lazy

*Saka pushes Bors off which makes Bors fall on the floor*

B: OW! You son of a bitch.

S: I'll go wash your bedsheets, while it's washing, I'll go make food for the both of us

B: Awhhhh!

S: What, what's with the face?!

B: You're acting so sweet! You're taking care of me!

S: Think of it this way. I went to work and you're in here, all alone, with a hangover.

B: Ah. Right.

S: You can lie on the couch, I'll go wash your bedsheets

B: You're not very comfortable to sleep with-

S: You want food or not?!

B: YESSIR!

S: Good, now shut up.

*Sakazuki washes the bedsheets and cooks breakfast, 10 minutes passed*

B: Is breakfast ready yet? I'm hungry, sick, hurt, sad, and angry

S: How could you feel those- nvm, breakfast is almost ready. I'm making you some chicken noodles and I'll just have coffee

B, weakly: yayyyyyy

*Another 10 minutes passed, Saka was done with breakfast and the bedsheets are done & ready*

S: Breakfast is read-

*Bors ran to the dining table at the speed of light and sat down*

S:-y..

S: Wait.. I thought you were hurt..

B: From how good the noodles smell, I suddenly got energy!

S: Alright then, here's your noodles. I'll go place the sheets on your bed

B, already gobbling down the noodles: Okay!

*Damn theres a lot of skips here, ANYWAYS, after Sakazuki placed the sheets back on the bed, he went back and sat down on the seat in the dining table*

S: Wow, you even drank the soup! Was it really that good?

B: Mhm! It was the best noodles I ever had!!

B: But my head still hurts..

S: You can go lie down on ur bed, it's ready

B: Can you carr-

S: No.

B: UGHH..Fine, you're such a killjoy.

S: Also, I'm giving you some medicine and you have to eat bland food. I'll be by your bed if you need me.

B: Bland food? Well that's boring...

S: Too bad.

*A LOT OF SKIPS AHEAD. 20 minutes later, both of them in Borsalino's room*

S: I got your medicine, it's a pill. Drink it

B: I thought it would be gummy vitamins..

S: DRINK IT.

B: Fine...

*Borsalino drinks the pill quickly with water*

B: BLEH! It's bitter!

S: Well, you want this to end soon don't ya?

B: Yes..

S: So quit complaining! I'm gonna sit by the side of your bed, bonk my head if you need anything.

B: *chuckles* You said bonk!

S: Shut up.

*Told ya, anyways, 12 minutes passed, Sakazuki sitting by Borsalino's bed*

B: Hey Zuki.

S: What? Go to sleep.

B: Remember our promise when we were kids?

S: Hm? Yeah, I remember.

B: Okay good, hmm..

B: My stomach and head hurts..

S: Well, you shouldn't of went to that party.

B: Wanna know something Zuki?

S: Fine, what is it?

B: You're the bestest friend in the whole world, and I mean it

S:..Oh, that's..sweet.

B: Mhm, you may look scary and angry all the time but, you have a sweet heart. You are loving, caring, and confident! A lot of Marines wanna be brave like you, even me. I have no confidence whatsoever. I'm just getting in the way, Master Z doesn't like me for lots of reasons, and this is one of them.

S:...

S: Well Bors, wanna know something too?

B: Mhm! What is it?

S: Well, I kinda wanna be like you. You're generous, lovable, and easy to talk to. I'm just a grump living in the shadows, while you stand there, stunning, shining brighter than the sun.

B: Awhhh...

B: Guess this is why we're best friends, huh?

S: Yeah, probably..

B: Well, I'm gonna go to sleep.

S: Alright, sweet dreams

B: Thx, cya when I wake up, Love you..

S:...

S: Love you too..

S (t): GOD WHY DID I SAY THAT?!

S (t): Well, they did say it first...

S (t):..Do they really mean it tho? I've been nothing but mean to them all these years, there's no way they'd say that. I'm probably hearing things..

S (t): Yeah, probably...

(THE END, BIT OF AN OVERRATED STORY TBH)

[ofdarklands]

presenting his other other dad to ameliance i see

[emmymaehereeeeee]

Survey Says You've Got A Fever

word count: 1,450 pairing: austin butler x reader

“What the fuck is going on?” This same thought resonated throughout your brain as you tossed and turned. Your stomach felt like a washing machine, sloshing the remnants of dinner around. Squeezing your eyes shut you kicked the covers off and went into the bathroom. The tile floor felt cold against your bare feet, kneeling down to the floor your head hunched over the toilet.  "Fucking come on already." Your fist hit the seat of the toilet, moving your head to lean it against the seat.

Austin shifted in his sleep reaching to pull you back in, "Y/N?" He mumbled; his voice laced with grogginess. Pushing himself where his back was pressed against the headboard, he pulled himself away from the cold sheets.

Moving the bathmat, you laid your head on the cold tile floor, shutting your eyes in an attempt to subdue the nauseous feeling in your stomach.  Taking in a deep breath of air you slowly pushed the air out of your lungs.

"Baby? Baby, you in here?" Austin pushed open the bathroom door and looked down to see you. He sank to the floor and shifted your head so that it was in his lap. "Y/N, what's going on?" He brushed the sweat-drenched pieces of hair away from your forehead.

"Hurt." You whimpered out softly, you tried to open your eyes to look at him but were met with the bright ceiling light instead.

"What hurts, baby? Are you having another migraine?" His eyes scanned over your body. Worry slowly worked its way through his system. "Need you to talk to me, Y/N."

"My stomach hurts." You hiccupped out, the tears you had been trying to hold back now ran down your cheeks. "Aus, I feel like I am going to throw up."

Austin's face fell once he saw the tears, "Oh, baby. You're alright, I've got you. Here let's sit you up, c'mon." He moved you over to sit back up near the toilet. "You feel like you are going to throw up now?" He ran his fingers through your hair, "Where are your hair ties, baby?"

"Mm, counter." Your voice was just above a whisper, and your throat felt hot, but you wiped away the stray tears. Leaning over the opening of the toilet you started to puke. Everything and anything came up and out of your stomach. "Ah." You rested your head on the seat.

"Shit- baby." He walked over to you and brushed your hair back before trying to tie it off.  He rubbed your back, "Get it all out, Y/N." He pressed a kiss to the back of your head.

Grabbing a piece of toilet paper you wiped your mouth off, "Mm." You whimpered, the burning in your throat made its self-much more prevalent now.

"All done- Oh nope, you're alright." He cooed as you started to dry heave, "My poor baby." He mumbled, once you were finally finished, he pulled you away from the toilet and helped you lean against the bathtub. "Alright, sweet girl. Can you tell me what's going on?" He wiped your face with a damp cloth.

"My stomach hur-hurts and my throat burns." You whimpered, "I-I didn't want to wake you u-up I'm sorry." You choked on your sobs and Austin shook his head as he pulled you into his arms.

"Baby, no. I want you to wake me up, what were you going to do, sleep on the floor?" He asked, with a soft smile on his lips. Nodding your head he cupped your cheeks, "No, uh-uh, sweetheart, would you let me sleep on the floor if I was sick?" He asked, you shook your head no. "Then why would I make you sleep on the bathroom floor?"

"Dunno." You mumbled softly, resting your head on your knees.

He sighed and reached out to stroke your cheek, "You think you can get in the tub? I'll rinse you off and then we'll get you some medicine, some new clothes, and then back into the bed. Sound good, baby girl?" He rubbed his thumb across your cheek.

"Mhm." You nodded slowly, placing your hands behind you on the tub's edge, and pushed yourself up.

"Arms up," Austin instructed you; he pulled your top off and then moved to your bottoms. "Alright, get in the tub." He helped you into the tub and grabbed the detachable shower head. Turning it away from you he turned the water on, spraying his hand until the temperature was optimal for you. 

Sitting there with your knees pulled to your chest, you rested your head on your knees closing your eyes. The overwhelming sensation of sleep was pulling you in.

"Uh-uh, I know you're sleepy, but we need to rinse you off, okay baby? It's warm water, just going to rinse you off." He moved the showerhead over you and the warm water ran down your back.  you opened your eyes to look at Austin who had his lip caught between his teeth, making sure not to get the water in your face.

"Are you going to wash my hair, bubs?" You asked softly, letting go of your legs and pushing them away from you.

Austin smiled at your action, a sure sign that you had relaxed. "Mhm, I'll wash your hair, you just relax. Need my baby to get to feeling better." He cupped his hand and placed it at the front of your hairline, the warm water rinsing your hair out. His hand blocking the water from running down your face. Grabbing the shampoo, he gently scrubbed your roots making sure to get the back as well. He repeated his actions with the water and then squirted some conditioner in his hand. Running his hands through your ends he then rinsed out the conditioner. He shut the water off and hung the hose back up, grabbing the towel he wrapped you up in it and brought you into the bedroom. 

“Bubs, can you grab my fuzzy pants?” You asked, standing on the cold floor with a towel wrapped around your body. The ceiling fan was blowing cold around you and it caused you to shiver slightly which in turn prompted Austin to shut the fan off. 

“Yes ma’am. Here you go, sweet girl.” He handed you a fresh set of clean clothes, which you quickly changed into. “Alright, let’s get you into bed.” He walked you over to the bed and despite your protests about him going to the kitchen, he tucked you in. “Honey, I am just grabbing you some medicine, I will be right back.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead and walked out.

“Aus? Austin?” You called out for him, the sheets growing cold without him, you shifted a bit but didn’t move too much. “Baby?” Your voice echoed in the empty room, a huff leaving your lips as you grabbed the comforter from the bed, wrapping it around your body as you padded into the kitchen. “Bubs, I’ve been calling for you.” Your lips formed into a small pout as you watched him shove the thermometer in your mouth. “Mmm.” 

Austin pulled the thermometer out of your mouth and checked it, “Survey says, you’ve got a fever. Open up.” He stuck a syringe filled with medicine in your mouth, pushing down on the plunger with his thumb. 

“Gah, that’s gross!” You whined pulling away from him. 

“I know baby, I know but you’ve got to take it so you can feel better.” He wrapped his arms around you pressing a kiss to your hair. “Let’s get you back into the bed, did you bring the whole comforter with you?” He laughed as he noticed what you had done. The two of you went back to the bedroom, you flopping onto the bed with Austin trying to fix the bed back up. 

“Bubs, can you get me a trashcan?” You asked looking up at him as he struggled with the comforter. 

“Of course baby.” He fixed the comforter and tucked you in, “Sit up a little bit.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead. You collapsed back onto the bed with a sigh. Austin returned shortly and placed a trashcan by your bedside. Pulling back the covers he snuggled up to you, “My poor sick girl.” 

“Cuddles, I need a lot of cuddles.” You mumbled as you pulled the covers up under your chin.

“I am cuddling you baby.” He smiled softly, the medicine slowly making you more drowsy.

“Mm you give me a kiss please?” You mumbled sleepily into the covers, he turned you to face him and pressed a kiss to your lips. 

“Alright, let’s go to sleep, sweet girl.”

[chans-bad-girl]

Let me help you out, kitten

pairing: brainless pet afab! reader, hard dom owner! minho

genre: pure filth, a bit hard but nothing brutal

wc: 0.6k

warnings under the cut

warnings: dumbification, reader has the vocabulary of a 2-year-old and says daddy every line, role play, pet play, pet names, lingerie, possessiveness, huge d/s dynamics, fingering, penetrative sex, creampie (stay safe, you know the spiel), clitoral stimulation (because almost all vulva owners can't cum from penetration alone), overstimulation, loud moaning, curse words, size kink (reader's private parts are continuously described as small or little and "puppy parts" to contrast minho in this story), finger sucking, the use of "cummies" because that's minho's way to do after care lol

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"daddy, uhm...it feels weird." you stand in front of minho with kitty ears, thigh highs and a see-through pair of lingerie. he knew when he ran you the bath that you would want to spend time with him after. but this is a pleasant surprise to him.

"where, kitten? let daddy see." he smirks when he glides his hands down your waist from where he sits on the bed.

after a short pause, you shily reply, "down...here." he is eye-level to your pussy and doesn't waste a second to slide the useless piece of fabric from your cunt.

"your puppy parts? oh, then daddy has to inspect them, huh?"

"yes, please."

the string of arousal that attaches your cunt to the fabric reaches until your knees before it attaches to your inner thigh, and minho can't but lick his lips at the sight.

"fuck kitten you're so wet. is it tingly, pup?"

"yes, daddy, it feels all funny and slippery."

"it's okay, daddy is going take care of you." he pats the bed for you to lie down, and you comply, leaving your panties behind.

once you lie on the sheets, he spreads your legs apart. his hands go straight to your cunt, not wasting a second to slip inside.

"does this help, kitten?" he looks at you as you bite your lip and furrow your brows.

"y-yes, daddy." you nod, throwing your head back at the strokes to your g-spot.

"daddy has a bigger remedy, wanna see?" he smirks at you but you don't wanna think right now, instead you just ask.

"what is it, daddy?"

minho takes off his pants and underwear to throw them on the floor with your panties.

"oh no daddy, this is way too big." you babble at this point, whining at the thought of his dick in your little hole.

"good kitties take their medicine."

a loud whine erupts from your throat as he enters into your slick little hole.

"ah fuck kitty. take it all for daddy. be a good girl."

your moan breaks into a scream as he thrusts into you all the way in a fast pace.

"dumb little kitty can't think, huh? are you already this brain dead? do you not know that the neighbors are gonna hear us?"

with a hand shoved in your mouth, saliva dripping from your chin, he muffles your moans.

and when he starts to rub your small clit slowly while thrusting his big, veiny cock into your little cunt, you can only squirm and roll your eyes back as your orgasm tightens your muscles.

but he doesn't stop. your swollen, red clit hurts from the overstimulation and you choke on his fingers against the back of your throat.

"only take it a little longer for daddy and I'll fill you all up with your medicine."

you don't answer, instead you clench uncontrollably and tightly around his shaft and gag around his fingers. the sigh of you squirming with your holes filled and the feeling of your wet, warm walls around him pushes him over the edge. over your cries he can barely hear his own grunts as his angry cock fills you to the hilt with cum and stays buried inside you to keep the cum from dribbling out.

"oh look at your puppy parts all filled with my cum. you look so pretty like this. all your puppy holes stuffed only by your owner."

he pulls his cock out and takes a piece of underwear from the drawer.

"now we only gotta make sure that the medicine can take its effect. so I need you to wear this and keep daddy's cummies safe, yea?"

"yes daddy. thank you. I feel much better now."

[jazzstarrlight]

Itto x Gorou one shot

The Cliff part 2

Itto had carried Gorou through the first few minutes of rain to a cave he decorated with crates of food and clothes pressed to one wall, dishes around a small makeshift survival stove next to another wall and in the middle was a thin bed where he laid the injured doggy General.

An ankle-height cow demon was woken by the two but quickly went back to sleep as the crimson oni set himself near the entrance. Just far enough to watch for danger and to tend to Gorou as need be.

For the most part, Itto watched the rain pour down but found himself glancing over to the general more often than he thought he would. Not just to check if he's still alive, but to study his face, skin, hair, ears... Those butterflies in his stomach would return every time and it left the oni confused.

Maybe he should write to miss Hina about it. Keeping names out of course! Be as anonymous as possible. Arataki Itto is never shy! But this is uncharted territory for the oni and felt his face flush with embarrassment when thinking of random humans knowing about such a personal matter.

Hours went by, and the rain started to settle. Itto checked on the sleeping pup again; feeling his temperature. "Ah, great. A fever. And I don't have any medicine." The oni sarcastically mumbles to himself. He moves a lock of hair out of Gorou's face and take's notice of his unconscious behaviour. "Awe! He's holding his tail like a plushie! So cute." Itto stares for a good minute or two, before taking his hand back in surprise. "What are you doing, Itto?! Get a grip." A sigh escaped.

Soon after, he stood up and checked the rainfall which shrunk to a drizzle. "Stay here, Ushi," Arataki commanded the cow. "I shouldn't be long. Protect the General till I get back."

"Moo," Ushi responded.

"Good cow." With that, Itto headed towards the nearby village for some medicine.

He scouted around the village square, keeping to the shadows. Itto found the stand that would have the medicine he was looking for, but unfortunately for him, the old man working today was a bean-loving jerk stuck in the past. A past where oni's weren't on the best of terms with humans.

Arataki took a deep breath before taking a step toward him when all of a sudden a tap on his shoulder made him jump almost 10 feet in the air. "HOLY SHOUGON! God, Kuki!? You scared me half to death!"

"Sorry, boss." Kuki spoke, "What are you doing, sneaking around? You better not be looking for more trouble."

"I- No, I'm not. Uh..." A lightbulb pop's up in Itto's mind. "Actually, I'm glad you're here! Please, I need you to go over there and pick up some fever medicine! And perhaps something for a concussion? I promise I'll pay you back! I swear!"

Kuki looked at him confused. "Fever medicine? I thought you oni's don't get sick. Is Ushi ok?"

"It's not for him."

"Then who?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh..." Itto couldn't think of a way to tell her how he was nursing the doggy General of the resistance without feeling flustered. "I- well-" he stopped responding and stared unblinkingly at a sunsetta sitting on a crate beside him.

Kuki sighed, "Well, whatever it is I wish I could help, but I'm on my own mission to raise the gang's reputation. If you wanna trade tasks, I'll get your medicine while you get this bag of fruit paste to Kujirai Momiji by the docks." She holds out a smallish-tanned bag.

"Oh! Y-yeah. I could do that for ya." Itto takes the bag and salutes.

"K. Meet back here when you're done."

He ran to the docks, nearly startling Momiji and handing her the bag of bait. She thanked the oni and gave him 2000 mora and some Dango before he sprinted back to meet up with Kuki again.

When he got back to the cave with the medicine, he found Ushi putting a wet cloth on Gorou's forehead.

"Is his fever getting worse? I got back just in time then." The oni prepared the medicine as he heard groans coming from the general.

Gorou's eyes fluttered open, turning over.

"G-General! Take it easy. Here. I, Arataki the kind and genorous Itto, got some medicine for your fever." He hands him a pill with some water.

"Uh, Thank you." He took the pill swiftly, trying to remember what happened. Suddenly, it hit him. The warning from the oni, the sudden piercing pain in his shoulder, falling and then his head hit something hard and cold before blacking out. "You saved me. I'm very grateful, Arataki-Kun. If there's anything I could do, let me know. I owe you a huge favour."

Itto began to blush and averted his gaze, "Uh n-no worries! Really! Now get some rest, ok? I'll keep watch."

”K. If you don't mind me asking... Why are you helping me so much?" The doggy general caught him off guard.

"I..." The oni thought for a moment, then chuckled lightly. "Why not?" "I mean, sure. As ticked off as I was from witnessing that cowardly attack, I got nothing to gain from letting such an honourable and cute fighter kick the bucket like that."

"Uh... Cute?"

Did Itto say cute?! He didn't mean to slip up like that. "C-Cunning! I Said cunning! Yeah."

"Oh. Ok. Thanks, Arataki-Kun." Gorou's tail wagged slightly.

"Call me Itto mister general, sir."

"Ok. Then you can call me Gorou."

"S-sure. Uh... if you're hungry I... don't really have food food, but I got some tri-colour Dongo from a friend earlier." The oni looked over and saw doggy ears perking up and Gorou's matching tail wagging vigorously, despite his composure being calm and professional.

"Now that you mention it, I am a bit peckish. I'm truly humbled by such kindness." This doggy general isn't fooling the oni.

"Hey, what friends are for, right?" He handed over the stick of Dongo he had in a wooden butter box for safekeeping. The oni watched Gorou enjoy every bite. "Hey, once you’re healed up, maybe we can hang out around Watatsumi Island."

Gorou smiled after finishing his treat, "yeah. I'd like that." He yawned and fell under the covers again.

Itto attached a note to Ushi and sent him to find a loyal soldier under Gorou's command to come get him.

Over the next few days, Itto would stop by to check on the General. Slowly growing as friends and Itto's true feelings being realized. Maybe he'll tell him.

Someday.

End...?

Tell me what you think!

[chxrrysxx]

Levi's Pain Meds

|contains, fluff,and Levi on pain meds.|

UNEDITED! I REPEAT! THIS IS UNEDITED! PREPARE FOR CRINGE GRAMMAR!

\Levi is kinda highish/

Enjoy!

A/n: This is my first aot fic aside from small aot prompts, so feel free to comment your thoughts about it and give some helpful advice. Or just comment about it idk.

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CHAPTER 1:

"L/n, we have a patient ready for you." Y/n turned around, grabbing the bars of the infirmary bed. "Who do we have here?", she whispered, pulling the tan cloth off of his face. "Levi Ackerman, miss.", her assistant spoke. Y/n was kind of surprised to hear that. She was well aware that Levi Ackerman was still a human, and bleeds like a human, but the thought of him being so hurt that he had to go to the infirmary was...shocking to say the least.

"A-alright, bring him in, the doctor will be right over."

Her assistant moved the infirmary bed over to the corner of the room with the windows on the right side of the corner. Y/n patiently waited outside the room as the doctor performed the surgery. She waved at couple cadets, showing her known beautiful smile. Eren, Armin, Mikasa, and Hanji quietly walked over to her, all having worried looks plastered on their dirt covered faces. "Will he be alright", Hanji asked adjusting her glasses. "Oh he'll be fine after a few days. His injures will heal just fine." The door behind Y/n opened and the doctor waved her over signaling it was her turn to do the job.

"See ya later." She waved to the others.

Y/n walked over to the bed, after hearing a low groan coming from there. She looked at Levi and cocked her head in question. "You alright?" He groaned in response and slowly lifted his hand to faintly point towards bthe window. "Ah l got it." Y/n grabbed the dark turquoise curtains and pulled them shut, dimming the room a bit. Levi sighed and attempted to sit up, but quickly regretted that and released a pain 'ugh' and laid back down. Y/n pat the blanket covering him. "I dont think you wanna do that." She said almost laughing at him. Levi smiled sarcastically and then instantly went back to his usual frown. He it hurt his pride a little. A nurse having to take care of him. Well actually, the thought of him not being able to care for himself really lowered his mood.

He ran his fingers that eerr wrapped in cotton fabric through his soft dark hair. His eye bags were darker and he was a bit paler. "You doing alright?" Y/n asked glancing at him. "Why are you here? I don't need a babysitter." She rolled her eyes and laid back in her chair, going through paperwork. "Quit acting like a baby, those pain meds should be kicking in anytime soon now." "Tch." "By the way, if you don't mind me asking, how'd you get injured?" "Why are you making small talk..?" He groaned and this time turned to her direction. "Just trying to take your mind off the pain." A short silence filled the air. Then, Levi took an icy breath and closed his eyes. "We were heading north of Wall Maria. We were ambushed my a group of abnormals. They were in fact some crazy abnormals. One of them was a 16meter giant, and it just kept staring at us. As soon as we mad a move, it swung it's big ass hand, hitting a couple loose branches." Y/n winced at the anticipation of what he'd say next.

"I can tell by your expression that you figured out what happened next."

She nodded, pulling out a pouch of medicine. "Where does it hurt the most?" Levi didn't respond right away. He already felt so vulnerable, so helpless, and he definitely didn't like being pampered. But, Y/n was somewhat comforting. She wasn't all uptight like he thought she'd be.

He was already iffy about the doctor touching up on his leg, and her hand wandered a little to far making him look at her in disgust. He finally made up his mind, after pondering thoroughly. "My left ankle. Make it quick...please." Y/n gasped slightly, hearing him ask her so kindly. The rumors about him obviously weren't 100% true. "Ah-.. alright it'll be a little cold." She lifted up his leg, pulling fabric up. She lightly placed the cream on, with a nervous gut feeling that he was annoyed with her. "You're tense, relax." You looked up at him in surprise. "I don't need you telling me that. Let me do my job." She pulled the fabric back down and sighed.

"That should make it feel better in a moment. But the pain reliever should do enough."

"Pain reliever? When did I get a pain reliever?" Y/n mouthed an 'uh oh'. Damn, I wasnt suppose to tell him that. She thought, cursing under her breathe. "Just ignore me, I'll be back I have to go get some supplies."

"Don't leave." He grabbed her arm weakly. "I don't want that shady doctor doing anything creepy." She stared at him in disbelief. "Are the drugs kicking in already? That's early." Levi glared at her, before turning back to the window. Y/n sat in complete silence, glancing at the door every once in a while. The white lined window- being slightly open sent cold winds to Y/n causing her to shiver. You suddenly snapped out of your haze hearing him speak. "My coat." "Hm?" "You can wear it if your cold." Y/n looked at yourself than back at him. "O-oh no it's fine I'll be-." "I insist." "Alright.." Sbe grabbe drhe coat from the chair and wrapped it around herself. The smell coming from it didn't match his story about his injury. It smelt nice. A faint scent of lavender and hibiscus. She muttered a quiet 'thank you' and breathed it in warmly. "It smells good." Levi remained quiet. "Levi, how are you feeling..?" He shuffled in the infirmary bed slightly, and furrowed his eye brows. "Why do you look like that?" "Huh?" "Your face looks weird. The walls look like they're closing in. I feel sick." He looked so confused, she had to admit, it was funny. "You'll survive", she said patting the blanket. "Don't touch- ugh.." Levi grabbed her sleeve softly. "I'm cold...come here." She looked at halfway confused. "Want another blanket?" She asked. "I don't. Sit down here," Levi said tiredly, looking at the spot next to his head. "You w-want me to sit here?", Y/n asked knowingly. "That's what I said." She smoothed out her skirt and sat down. The loud whistles of the wind made the room feel so peaceful, and zen. Y/n quickly glaned at Levi's tired eyes and she couod swear he was smiling for a moment. He suddenly stared deep in her eyes and wouldn't look away. Y/n, feeling vulnerable, looked away to the window, and focused on a black bird sitting on the metal pipe line connecting the lock to the window. She could see from the corner of her eye that he was still staring. "I-is there anything I can get you...?" Levi didn't respond, but his gaze remained focused on her. At this point Y/n could feel her cheeks getting warmer and warmer. She noticed out effortlessly the tie of his shirt looked. Her eyes trailed down his collarbone and then the outline of his muscles against the thin fabric. Her imagiation started to wonder, but she quickly stopped, from her small feeling that Levi's deep stare could see right through her. She had to admit, Levi was weirdly attractive, and she thought herself to be weird for even thinking that. Most people would quickly judge him based on his reserved attitude and cold presence, but that wasn't what she was feeling from him. His gaze was warm, gentle, with a hint of curiosity. She'd never ever seen Levi look at someone (other than Erwin) with such a gaze. Levi silently studied her. He noticed her flustered expression but paid it no more than two seconds of thought. "Come a little closer." She gasped at his suddenly words and nervously leaned closer. Levi reached his hands around her jaw and pulled her close, to the point of their noses almost touching. "U-uh..w-what are you doing?" Y/n asked in obvious panic. "I'm going to kiss you" was all he said with no emotion in his face at all. He then took her he and in both hands and kissed her before she could even think.

[dekuspet]

Oblivion - Part 1

Deku/Izuku Midoriya x Reader x Kacchan/Bakugou Katsuki

Part II here!

Genre: Angst, Fluff

"He told me he'll never leave. He lied."

-

"I love you. You're the most beautiful thing I ever laid my eyes on. I'll never leave you.", he said to you as he speaks between your kisses.

"We will make a family. We will make little Bakugous. How many kids do you think will we have?", he smiled.

You laughed sarcastically as tears started falling down your eyes.

"Why are you laugh-crying?", the man who's eating your pussy was shocked. Who is he? You don't know either. You just fuck around. Fuck with strangers. Then leave. No strings attached.

Afterall, they'll all just leave you. They will, you know that.

You continue laughing sarcastically. The man who's about to fuck you isn't horny anymore.

"Damn, kid. Go see a doctor. You're creeping me out.", he left right away.

Ah, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. You did it again. Is it because of the alcohol and your low tolerance?

Why do you keep remembering that shitty asshole? Earlier, you're horny. And now you're left, horny and sad.

You laughed again. Maybe you're really crazy. It's been five years. Five. Goddamn. Years.

You sighed. You force yourself to get up and move your ass to go home. Or maybe find another fucker to fuck? Afterall, you're still horny.

You have no problem getting fuck again and again. As long as there's condom.

No, it's not because you don't want to be pregnant.

Hell, you would want to be pregnant. Really.

"Little Bakugous"

Ah, again. You're real shit. You keep pitying yourself.

"You're infertile. You can't have babies. I am sorry Mrs. Bakugou."

You covered your ears as tears fell from your eyes.

Make it stop. Please. Make it stop.

"Aah babe, faster.", you stopped crying for a little as you heard your door bang. The two persons look like their about to fuck. You really can't see them clearly. You're to lazy to wear your eyeglasses.

Ow, maybe wrong room? Well, you don't give a fuck. You're leaving anyways.

You're about to leave, muttering sorry but not bothering to look at them. But the guy held your arm.

"Y-y/n wait!", you turned around. Now closer. You saw who is it with your puffy eyes.

Those curly green hair partnered with green caring eyes.

"I-Izuku! H-hi!", you smiled forcefully.

"Hey babe. Who is she? Aren't we going to fuck? Or will this be threesome?", the other gurl said.

"I-I am sorry. I am not in the mood to have sex. I-I can find you another partner.", the girl looked at her with disbelief and she slapped him as she called him asshole. She left right away.

"I didn't know you can be an asshole sometimes, Izuku.", you laughed a little. Izuku scratched his head.

"I-I just want to comfort you. You looked like you just cried.", he said. You smiled. He's still the same caring, innocent boy. You both sat at the corner of the bed in the private room at the bar.

They know what happened five years ago. Well, not really everything. They don't know you're infertile. They just know the decision for your relationship is mutual.

You laughed sarcastically again.

"Hey, are you okay?", You looked at Izuku as he held your shoulder. Am I okay? It's been long since someone asked you that. You got teary eyes. It's like all your emotions are triggered to be released.

"I am not, Izuku.", you cried loudly. He is hesistant at first but he hugged you. You told him the whole story.

"I am sorry Katsu, I can't give you a child", Katsuki is silent. He is confused.

"Give me space.", he said as he left. He didn't return for days. You let him.

Your eyes sparkled as you heard the doorbell. It's probably Katsu.

You opened it and you saw Katsuki holding a paper.

Divorce papers.

"I am sorry. I want to have kids.", he didn't look at you.

Your heart clenched but you didn't cry. You signed it rightaway. When he left, you cried until you had enough.

"I am here. Ssh. I am here.", those comforting words. Damn. You don't know you need those. You acted tough when you and Katsuki separated. So no one will worry about you.

But not until now did you realize that you need someone to lean on.

It's been hours of you crying. And Izuku patting your back. Izuku's clothes are wet with your tears. Then you stopped. You looked at him and you raised your hands so he'll face you. He looked at you with troubled eyes, like he don't know what to say. You kissed him fast.

He's shocked. So he pushed you lightly.

"What are you doing, Y/n?", he asked as he looked at you with different emotions. He is sad, confused. You rubbed him down there as he moaned.

"I know you're horny. You set it aside to comfort me. I am horny too. Let's just follow our bodies. This will just be for one night. We will forget it afterwards. We will remain friends, okay?"

"B-but I don't have condom."

"Ssh, as long as you're not sick.",you didn't let him respond as you pushed him on the bed.

-

"Oh fuck.", you held your head. It hurts so much.

"Good morning, Y/n.", you heard Izuku said as you muttered 'morning'.

Eh?

Eh? Izuku?

"I-Izuku!", you jumped out of bed as you remembered what happened last night. The blanket on your body fell and your body is exposed to Izuku. Izuku's jaw fell and he hurriedly turned around.

"I am sorry, Y/n!", you laughed at him. He is still innocent. He acted like nothing happened to both of you last night.

And you must admit, he isn't innocent in bed.

You quickly picked up your clothes and you moaned as your head hurts again.

"I bought medicines for your hangover. Let's leave afterwards and let's eat breakfast.", he turned at you and he smiled.

Izuku has a simple car. Of course he'll have a simple car. Even though you know Izuku makes lot of money because he is the number 1 hero, you expected this. Afterall, he doesn't like being flashy.

And maybe he bought lots of All Might Action Figures, even he is the current number 1 hero.

You both reached a restaurant. He removed his seatbelt and muttered a wait to you. He'll probably open the door for you. As he run to open your side of the door, a guy wrapped his hands around Deku's shoulder. You look at the smiling blonde with that red eyes. Bakugou Katsuki.

You know Katsuki and Izuku are in good terms now. Katsuki isn't bullying Izuku, and he didn't hold grudge for Izuku being the Number 1 Hero.

"Oi! Who are you with? You got a date?", Katsuki said.

Izuku is hesitating if he should open the door so Katsuki opened it. His grin fell as he saw you.

"Y/n."

You gulped. You feel like your legs are becoming jelly. You can't move. Izuku held his hand for you so he can pull you out.

"Kacchan, we are just go-", you stopped Izuku.

"Why are you explaining Izu, you're so funny.", you playfully hit him and you wrapped your hands around his arm.

"I'm so sorry, Bakugou, but I gotta snatch your friend. We're really hungry.", you smiled at him as you didn't let him say another word. You and Izuku entered the restaurant. You are glad Izuku let you drag him.

Katsuki is staring at you as you walked. You called him Bakugou. And you are with Deku. He is confused.

Why?

He has lot of questions. He felt like he is betrayed, even though you two already separated.

Deku doesn't know the bro rule.

Katsuki sighed as he left confused and angry.

You and Izuku ate and bid farewell after.

Afterall, you agreed that it's just one night stand.

-

Izuku become closer to you. And now you're somehow angry. He pitied you. That's why he's caring. You don't want to be pitied.

"Hey Y/n.", Izuku showed again at your agency with a bento box. You admit, you love his homemade food but you're both getting rumored dating as he always show at your work.

You pulled him and you brought him where no one can see. He is looking at you, confused.

"Look Izuku. Stop this.", you looked at him seriously. He looked hurt. He stare at the floor.

"Okay. Just, take this. I'll not bother you anymore. Call me if you need someone. Bye.", he left looking sad. Then you became guilty. You can't hurt this Cinnamon roll. So you run after him.

"Okay, Izuku. I am sorry. I just, don't want to burden you. You have problems too. And I don't want to trouble you with the rumors.", you told him sincerely. He held your shoulder.

"You will never be a bother to me. I am your friend, Y/n.", you smiled at him. You muttered a thank you. He smiled before he turns to leave the agency you're in.

"Let's meet at friday! Let's drink! Usual place!", you shout and he turned back to nod.

You both part ways. Your friendship with Izuku became stronger.

-

People gasp as Ground Zero attacked Deku. Kirishima and Kaminari stopped Bakugou. They all work at the same agency.

"Man, what is wrong with you.", Kirishima glared at Bakugou.

"That fucking traitor don't know bro rule. Deku, you don't date your friends ex!", Bakugou is loud. Fortunately, they're still at the agency and all heroes here will not betray them, probably.

"I am not doing anything! We are just friends!", Deku whispered.

"Fuck that friendship. What kind of friends meet early at the morning and eat breakfast? Remember Deku, bros before hoes. We are in good terms, man.", Bakugou is still angry.

"Y/n isn't a hoe. Stop being an asshole. She needs a friend. What you did isn't nice, Kacchan. She needs a friend.", Everyone's surprised as the Number 1 Hero glared at Bakugou as he left right away. Bakugou avoid his eyes as his guilt eats him.

-

You wake up feeling nauseous. It's Sunday. You know you didn't drink alcohol last night. You ran to the bathroom and vomit. You breathe heavily. Realization hit you after you vomited.

No this can't be. How?

-

"Congrats, you're 2 months pregnant.", you looked at the doctor, horrified. The doctor sense it.

"Is it an unwanted child?", she asked.

"No. I want to have a baby. But I am diagnosed as infertile.", you said.

"Did you get second opinion? If not, maybe the doctor's wrong. We have checked it Miss Y/n, you're really pregnant.",she sais as she smiled. She left you alone.

Ow what the fuck. You didn't have sex with anyone in the last 3 months.

Just Izuku.

You're confused. You are glad that you are fertile. But, what would Izuku's reaction will be?

You know he'll accept it. He's kind. But what if it'll hinder his work and dreams?

You shrugged the thought off. You walked to your car to visit Izuku.

-

"Deku!", Katsuki is knocking at Izuku's apartment.

"Kacchan!", Deku opened the door and let Katsuki enter.

"I'm sorry. I doubted you. And I understand that I became an asshole with Y/n. I thought I needed kids. But after we broke up, I can't find a wife. They're not y/n. I don't want kids. I want Y/n. But she is distant to me after we broke up. I didn't have time to apologize.", Izuku rolled his eyes internally.

"Kacchan, you should apologize to her.", I'm glad you're a dick so I can have chance with her.

"I-I don't know how." Figure it yourself, dick.

Both Katsuki and Izuku turn around the door as the doorbell rang.

Who could it be?

-

You rang the doorbell. You planned to say it at his face right away. You held your breathe as he opened his door and you pushed him in right away.

"Izuku, I'm pregnant.", Izuku looked shock. You saw blonde hair behind Izuku. Oh fuck.

"B-Bakugou."

-

Bakugou when he found out that you are pregnant with Deku's child even though the reason that you two broke up is you being infertile, add up with the fact that Deku said you two are just "friends":

[whispering-raine]

Heartbreak - A Sanders Sides oneshot

((TWS: HEART BREAK (yes that means that Patton is affected), PANIC ATTACK, BEING SICK, BLOOD, FEVER, PUKE, MENTIONS OF AN ARGUMENT, DESCRIPTIVE GORE/WOUNDS, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, BLOODY ARTWORK AT THE END

3rd person POV:

Roman awoke, his eyes fluttering open as he examined his surroundings. He had fallen asleep in Pattons room the night before, so this was different from the normal scenery that covered the room he would usually wake up in. Family photos of the sides displayed in picture frames, kids toys lying everywhere but his desk, which was covered in random pieces of paper and probably a few recipes for cookies and other treats. Pattons room had become Romans safe space, and vise versa.

"Good morning, my dear~" Roman whispered, giving Patton a small kiss on his forehead. Patton gave a happy hum in his sleep, a soft smile following.

But something was off. His forehead was just a bit warmer than usual. His cheeks were tinted just a bit more pink than he was used to seeing. Roman sent a sympathetic look over towards the sleeping boy, walking out of the room.

He walked towards the bathroom down the hall, teaching into the medicine cabinet and grabbing a thermometer. He walked back, Patton still sleeping and hugging a stuffed animal.

Sweat was beaded on his face, which still held a tired smile, disregarding the shape he was in. Roman was careful to be quiet, holding the speaker of the thermometer to muffle the noise as he swiped the metal across Pattons forehead quickly. 102.1*

He muttered a quick "Shit." before taking the thermometer back to the bathroom. He quickly washed it off with warm water, putting the cap back on and placing it in the medicine cabinet.

He rushed out to the kitchen, in which he saw Logan typing away on his phone and almost chugging his daily cup of black coffee.

"Logan." Roman addressed the logical side. Logan almost immediately noticed the uneasy look on Romans face.

"Ah, good morning Roman. Is something the matter?" Logan questioned, putting his almost empty cup to the side and turning off his phone, setting it down on the table quietly.

"Yeah, yeah something is the matter. Can individual sides get sick?" His breathing was starting to get out of pattern.

"Well, yes, I suppose so. Are you feeling unwell?" Logan said in a concerned tone, walking over to Roman and reaching up to place a hand on his forehead. Roman politely moved Logans hand away with his own.

"No, actually, Patton has a fever and I was making sure that this was normal."

"Patton?" Logan questioned curiously. Roman nodded, confirming what Logan had once been so curious about. Logan seemed to think for a second, adjusting his glasses quickly and standing up straighter, although gay.

"Well Nico and Thomas got into a bit of an argument last night, so that may be the cause of it. But I'll do some more research in a little while to do a better and more proper diagnosis." Logan said, sitting back down and taking another sip of his coffee.

"Thanks, Nerd." Roman said before leaving, going back to Pattons room. He was going to make Patton feel better no matter the cost. He walked back into his room, the door creaking the slightest. Roman sighed, a sad smile curling on his lips. He layed down next to his beloved, wrapping arms around him and giving him the softest hug he could manage.

"Mm," Patton hummed, slowly waking up.

"Hello darling.." Roman whispered, rubbing the smaller ones back lightly.

"Are you feeling alright? You have a fever.." Roman asked as he awaited patiently for a response.

Patton could only manage a small shake of his head, leaning farther into Romans touch. "I-Is...everyone else okay though..?" Patton slurred, his words muffled by Romans shirt.

"I'm pretty sure. I haven't checked on everyone, but Logan and I feel okay." Patton responded with a nod, almost falling back asleep in Romans arms.

But he was awoken by the voice again, "Would you like me to make you some tea...?" Patton thought for a moment, before giving a small nod.

"But I can make it myself. I don't want you to waste too much time on me." He insisted, tiredly rolling off of Roman to sit up. He leaned back on his palms, repressing a yawn. Roman sat up with him, putting an arm around his shoulders and rubbing his upper arm.

"You're in no condition to be doing that yourself. I can get it for you, I promise." Patton slid his hand over Romans, intertwining their fingers silently.

"I'll be fine."

"No you won't." Patton let out a chuckle, smiling up at Roman.

"Ro, I'm fine. I'll get right back into bed after I get my tea."

"Fine. Then let me see you stand on your own."

Patton grabbed his glasses off of the nightstand, slipping them on. Roman helped Patton to a standing position, holding him as if he were a kid learning how to ride a bike. Roman finally let go, although only inches apart from the swaying boy. Pattons knees immediately buckled, falling into Romans chest with barely any control of his own body.

"See? I'm fine!" Patton joked, lifting only his head from Romans chest. Roman couldn't help but smile at the smaller boy.

"And this is why I'm making your tea for you."

Patton let out a whine, burying his face back into Romans shirt. The both wrapped their arms around each other, Pattons hung down at Romans waist; and Romans wrapped around his shoulders.

"Come on, let me get you back into bed."

Patton gave in at this point, allowing Roman to pick him up and gracefully lay him back down onto the soft covers.

"I'll be right back."

Patton layed on his bed, trying to stop the world from spinning around him as he focussed on a stain on the ceiling. A few extra minutes of sleep wouldn't hurt, would it? Patton let his heavy eyelids shut as he curled into a ball, trying to get comfortable. He was almost immediately woken up by Roman walking in, holding a glass of tea. The glass had a cat paw pattern on it. It was always Pattons favorite.

"Hello my darling~" Romans voice rang throughout the room once again, placing the cup of tea on the bedside table.

"Hi, honey.." Patton mumbled, rolling over to face Roman. Roman smiled softly, laying down next to Patton.

"Cuddles?" Patton asked, holding his arms out and doing grabby hands. Roman couldn't help but blush at this, sweeping him into his arms and holding him. Patton giggled quietly, smiling and blushing.

"Do you know anything about what happened last night?" Roman spoke up.

"No, is everything okay?" Patton immediately grew concerned.

"Well Thomas and Nico got into a bit of an..argument...late last night." Realization struck Patton like a brick. He finally realized why he felt so horrible. Heartbreak. Then why hadn't the cracks shown up yet?

"Do you have a mirror I can borrow?" Patton asked, sitting up and rolling off of Roman.

"What?" Roman was beyond confused.

"It's complicated! I just need a mirror and quick!" Patton began to shake, worrying about almost everything at the exact moment. This has only happened one other time, and Patton was lucky to survive it. But that was years ago. Patton didn't know if he'd make it through this one. Heartbreak. Such a literal term in the sense of sides.

"I think there's a handheld one on my desk, but that's all the was across the hall. You'd be better off just going to the bathroom." Patton nodded, slowly getting up.

"Are you sure you're okay to walk? I don't want you getting hurt. I can go with you if-"

"I'm fine," He reassured, stumbling quickly out of the room. That left behind a very worried and confused Roman.

Patton ran to the bathroom, holding the wall as he did so. He slammed the door shut, making sure to lock it as he leaned on the marble counter. He brushed his bangs out of his face with his hand, seeing the smallest crack, starting at his hairline and going down onto his forehead.

"Shoot.."

Patton knew that when something like this happened, Virgil was always affected. Whether Thomas is anxious that Nico doesn't love him as much as he used to, or he's scared that they're going to break up, Virgil is going to be affected to some degree. Patton made sure to put his bangs back in place, going out of the bathroom and towards Virgils room.

He creeked open the door, not trying to scare his dark strange son. Virgils head shot up as soon as he heard the quiet noise. He took off his headphones in a rush as he paused his music.

"Hey Kiddo, can I come in..?" Patton asked gently, peeking his head in. Virgil could only nod and hum, not trusting his voice. Patton walked in, closing the door behind him.

"Hey, Pat." Virgil mumbled, his voice slightly distorted. The father figure was leaning on the door frame, keeping his balance. Patton gave a small wave, walking over to his bed and trying not to collapse on the way.

"Dad, are you alright? Last night Thomas-" Virgil said quickly, before Patton cut him off. Patton stayed silent, but moved his hand up to shove his bangs back and show the small crack - soon to grow bigger - to Virgil. Virgil let out a gasp, he swore his heart stopped for a second.

"I-It can't be happening again...! No! I-I won't let it happen!" Virgil had started crying. Patton let out a choked cough, before wiping Virgils tears away with the other hand. The only thing that could be heard was Virgils rapid breathing, until Patton spoke once again.

"I'm going to be okay Kiddo. Relax. Take a breather." He said as he held Virgils face. His own dizziness almost made him fall over as he scooted towards the scared and anxious boy. Virgil nodded, trying to get his breath back to normal. Patton put an arm around Virgil, rubbing his back in the slightest.

"Here Virge, copy my breathing." Patton took a deep, exaggerated breath, trying not to cough. Patton whispered small reassurances, such as "It's going to be okay." or "Breathe,".

They seemed to be working as Virgil slowly calmed down. Once Virgil could finally breathe again, he layed his head into Pattons shoulder, in which Patton brought up a hand to stroke his hair quietly.

"What if something bad happens to you?" Virgil mumbled, playing with his hoodie sleeves.

"Then we'll cross that bridge when we get to it, Kiddo." Patton said in a tone that was at least one octave down from his normal, cheery one.

It was too serious. And it scared Virgil.

"But Dad..." His voice began to distort again, "...I don't think I can live without you..." This brought on a whole new wave of tears for Virgil.

"Oh Kiddo... C'mere.. It's going to be okay.." Patton said as he wrapped his arms around Virgil as tight as he could without hurting him. Virgil gripped onto one of those arms as if Patton would disappear if he didn't. Patton could feel the crack expanding down towards his eyebrow, something he'd have to cover up later with makeup. But he decided to ignore it for now. Although a tear escaped his eye, he still managed to keep a calm smile on his face.

Meanwhile, Roman was talking with Logan in the kitchen once again.

"I guess I'm just...worried? The last time Patton was sick like this was..." Roman said, trying to remember when the time he was referencing was. Then it hit him, "Thomas' last breakup." It was almost under his shaking breath.

"What're you guys talking about?~" Remus sang, walking in with Janus.

"Oh! Janus! Just the guy I needed to see!" Logan exclaimed, ignoring Remus completely.

"Hm?" Janus cocked an eyebrow, confused but still paying careful attention.

"You were there at Thomas' and Nicos fight, correct?"

But Patton overheard everything. Of course it was Janus who would've been in the fight. He probably caused it in the first place. Another piece of his forehead cracked, leaving a terrible sight. He actually trusted Janus for once. And he was mad at himself for it.

A few minutes passed of overthinking and hugging Virgil. Patton, lost in his thought, barely even heard the small curse that came out of Virgils mouth.

"Shit, Pat, you're bleeding." Virgil muttered, his tears now dry, but the stains still on his cheeks. The hug had ended, apparently.

"Hm?" Patton was still busy thinking, only looking at Virgil in his peripheral view.

"Patton for Gods sake pay attention to me! You! Are! Bleeding!" Virgil raised his voice, done with Pattons bullshittery for today, even though it was only the morning.

"Wait what? Where?"

Virgil reached up towards Pattons forehead, wiping a dribble of the red, sticky liquid off of his warm skin. Virgil was shocked, gasping in the slightest. He put his other, uncontaminated hand on the other side of his forehead, making sure not to hit any of the cracks.

"You're burning up." Virgil whispered to himself, placing a soft hand on Pattons cheek.

"Oh, I would've never guessed!" Patton joked, giggling a bit.

"Have you taken your temperature at all??"

"Roman mentioned something about a fever when I woke up, but I'm not sure if he took it." Virgil thought for a moment, Pattons words finally registering in his head.

"You...slept with Roman...?" Virgil recoiled, making a disgusted face at Patton.

"Not the point, but yeah, I slept with him." Virgil shook his head, trying to get those thoughts out of his head.

"Just...lye down, I'm grabbing the thermometer." Virgil said as get got up.

"But this is your bed?" Patton wasn't upset by this, no, but he didn't want to intrude. Especially considering the fact that Virgil normally didn't like the other sides touching his stuff in the first place.

"And? You're laying down. You're swaying just sitting there. Did you think I couldn't see it?" Virgil growled, putting a firm hand on Pattons shoulder.

"No." His voice was fragile and weak. Virgil could feel his anxiety heighten at this. He's never seen Patton just this vulnerable before. He gave a slight force to Pattons shoulder, pushing him out of the sitting position he was in, and back onto the pillow. He had barely pushed. Just a mere pressure, almost less than gravity gave.

Patton let his legs stretch out naturally, not bothering to stop it from happening. Virgil gave a slight sympathetic chuckle, pulling a thin blanket over him from the end of his own bed.

"I'll be right back, 'kay Dad?"

"M'kay.." Patton mumbled, curling onto himself and gripping the blanket. Virgil gave one more glance towards the curled up figure on his dark bed before leaving the room.

He came almost face to face with a fuming Prince as soon as he stepped into the hallway.

"Well hello to you too, Princey." Virgil remarked sarcastically. Roman just grumbled.

"If that snake wouldn't have been the only side awake during the argument, this wouldn't have happened." Roman just now looked up at Virgil, his eyes brimming with tears.

"Fuck off, I was there, too." He slapped his arm playfully.

"Wait, seriously??" Roman almost yelled, making Virgil wince.

"Yup." He said in a monotone voice, trying to leave the conversation. He started to walk away, but Roman caught his hood, keeping him in place.

"What is it now?" He grumbled.

"Have you seen Patton?"

"Yeah, he's in my room resting."

"Is he oka-" Before Roman could finish that question, it was immediately answered by a scream, coming from Virgils room.

"Shit." Virgil immediately ran back into his room, swinging the door open. Roman followed close behind, worry filling his veins.

Patton was curled up in a tight ball, his hands held over his mouth as black liquid mixed with blood poured from it. Tears were streaming down his cheeks in a steady flow, mixing with the other two fluids. He could barely see, but he was able to quickly yell a, "It hurts!!" as he screwed his eyes shut. He was hit with another wave of pain as more blood poured down his forehead. The crack was at least two times bigger than Virgil had last seen, although he was gone for barely a minute.

"Help.." He whispered as Virgil ran over to him, but Roman was stuck at the door. He couldn't move. He didn't know how to.

"Shh, shh, I'm here. It's okay. I know it hurts. Breathe. Breathe for me." Virgil rambled, holding Patton tightly in his arms.

"V-Virge..?" Patton whispered as he gripped the fabric of his soft hoodie, letting out another, quieter sob. Virgil just nodded, allowing Patton soak his clothes with tears and blood, making a mental note to clean it off later.

Logan walked in, confused but mad.

"WHY IS EVERYONE..." he saw Patton, "...yelling..." he finished, mumbling.

Heartbreak. What everyone in that room felt. Patton. Virgil. Logan. But especially Roman.

He was having his own mini panic attack, still standing in the doorway with Logan. Logan put a soft hand on his upper arm, rubbing circles with his thumb.

"It's going to be alright, Roman. Can you take a deep breath with me?" Logan asked, gripping his shoulders firmly, but in a caring way, making sure to not let go.

Roman gave a hasty nod, looking Logan in the eyes.

"In," Logan started, mentally counting out 4 seconds exactly.

"Now hold," He said as he began to count 7 seconds.

"Now out." 8 seconds.

Logan gave a satisfied smile, "Good. Now, can you try that again?"

They did the breathing exercise for a few minutes, Logan still holding onto Romans shoulders. But Logan moved his hand a bit to wipe a stray tear that was dribbling down Romans cheek, making it dry once again.

But more tears poured as Roman shook Logan off, going to his boyfriend. Logan followed, not having much else to do. Patton had calmed down - thanks to Virgil - the slightest bit. He was still coughing up a bit of blood, and the unidentifiable black liquid from before, though. But he could actually breathe now without letting out another sob, so that's progress. Even if it's just a bit.

As soon as Patton realized that Roman was there, he crawled over to him, laying his head on his shoulder. Roman wrapped his arms around him, giving him a hug, and a small kiss on the top of his head. Much to Logans and Virgils surprise, Patton broke down once again, leaning fully into Roman.

"Let it out, baby. Let it all out... It's okay..." Roman ran his fingers through Pattons soft but tangled hair, giving him small kisses. Patton sobbed so hard that it almost hurt more than the growing cracks. He just wanted to be okay.

Logan sat on the bed next to the others, making a small circle/triangle type group. He patted the sobbing boys back softly, trying his best to be comforting. Pattons eyes began to burn, more than tears ever could. He let out a small whimper, trying not to cry out in pain. He put a hand to his cheek, in which his tears were rolling down. Or well, he thought it was tears. But it was just the same black liquid as before.

Heartbreak...

What may be the end of Pattons whole life.

His actions being uncontrollable, he coughed hard, more liquid reddening his eyes as he sobbed.

"I-it...h-hurts..." He croaked out, curling in on himself as he shook.

"I know, Pat. Just keep breathing. It's okay. You're going to be okay." Virgil spoke, sliding into the hug. Logan decided to join the group hug, they all held Patton in their arms. Patton gave a sad, bloody, smile, enjoying the warmth around him. He coughed once again, more blood spilling out. None of the sides were bothered by the stains that soaked their clothes. But they were all bothered by the sight of Patton. It hurt each of them.

"I...I love you all.." Patton said much too clearly, pain contorting his face.

"Goodbye."

Heartbreak.

What had killed Patton that morning.

[And the artwork I promised in the warnings✨]

[mimisempai]

Wait for me on the other side 6/8

Summary:

Mobius must face both his past and a brutal news. He opens his heart to Loki. Loki wonders about what connects them...

Notes:

Prepare some tissues...

https://archiveofourown.org/works/32948254/chapters/82394134

House on the cliff - 2019

Mobius returned home, patiently awaited by Croki. While he was feeding him, he noticed that he had a message on his answering machine.

"Mobius, pick up, I have something to tell you. It's about Ravonna."

Forty-five minutes after Casey's call, Mobius rushed into the hospital.

He headed to the admissions office and spoke to the first person who came in.

"Hello, I'm looking for Ravonna Renslayer. I'm Mr. Mobius."

"Hold on a moment."

The young woman consulted her computer and looked up.

"Yes. Mr. Mobius. You are expected in Doctor Cho's general medicine department."

She pointed in the right direction.

When he arrived at the ward, he asked for Dr. Cho.

He waited a few minutes and a woman approached him, holding out her hand.

"Hello Mr. Mobius, I am Dr. Cho, I am the one who takes care of Mrs. Renslayer. Since you were the person to notify in case of an emergency, we called you."

"What happened? Is she okay?"

Dr. Cho motioned for him to follow her, "She's fine. She had a relatively minor collapse, but we'll have to keep her for a day or two, wait for the results of the tests we did. Since you are her only family according to her file, even for something minor we had to call you. I'll take you to her room."

Casey was waiting outside Ravonna's room when Mobius arrived with Dr. Cho. They embraced.

"How is she?" Mobius asked.

"You know her..." replied Casey, shaking his head. "I had to bring her some work, the latest reports from the financial department."

Mobius looked disbelieving and laughed, "Of course. The last thing we would want to do is let a little collapse endanger the company."

Mobius entered the room quietly. Ravonna laid on her bed, connected to monitoring devices, reading her reports and making annotations, papers scattered around her on her bed. She didn't hear him right away, and when she raised her head, she lowered the report but didn't put it down.

"Hi.", Mobius whispered.

Ravonna did not smile, simply nodded and continued to work on her files as if Mobius were not there.

After a while, she said, "I don't need you."'

Mobius simply replied, "I'm going to stay until your exam results come in."

"That's not until tomorrow morning."

"I'm not going to drive all the way home that late. I'm staying."

Ravonna shrugged and returned to her reading. The silence was deafening.

After a moment, Mobius picked up one of the magazines about expensive watches that was on the table and asked, "Do you mind if I..."

Ravonna shook her head, "Go ahead. If you're still interested in that kind of thing."

Mobius didn't look up and began flipping through the magazine.

When he looked up about ten minutes later, Ravonna was asleep. Mobius watched her breathe in the dimly lit room, the monitoring devices flashing silently. He picked up the papers scattered on the bed and stacked them neatly on the nightstand.

Then he sat down, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep in the hospital room chair. Since this was impossible, he picked up a piece of paper and began to write to Loki.

I know I haven't written in a while.

But I need to... I wanted to tell you about someone who is very close to me. We are not related by blood, but I consider her to be family to me, like a big sister.

We grew up together in the orphanage.

She is well-known. You know her work... Ravonna Renslayer, the CEO of Time Keepers, the famous watch brand.

I always liked to put watches together and take them apart and Ravonna was good at putting things in the right light.

We decided to create Timekeepers when we were fourteen years old. We wanted to sell quality luxury watches that everyone could afford.

A dream of two orphans.

We promised ourselves that when we would be rich we would buy the house on the hill.

But Ravonna lost sight of our dreams and always wanted more. More money, more fame.

Mass production, overpriced watches, I had no pleasure in creating anymore.

Every meeting became a war zone.

Someone had to surrender. I did.  I quit. Without notice.

That's when I started Miss Minutes, my little store and got back to my roots.

Mobius must have fallen asleep because when he opened his eyes, he was aching from his position in the chair.

Seeing that Ravonna was still asleep, he went to the hospital cafeteria to get a cup of coffee, and when he came back up fifteen minutes later, he saw Dr. Cho.

"Ah, Mr. Mobius, we just reviewed her results with Mrs. Renslayer. Unfortunately, she has forbidden me to talk to you about them and does not want you to visit her anymore."

Mobius was hurt of course, but not surprised either, given their tense relationship.

Dr. Cho, however, took pity on him. "I can't go into detail, but regrettably, you'll have to prepare for the worst."

Mobius' heart leapt in his chest and with a tight throat, he asked, "How long?"

Dr; Cho put her hand on his shoulder and said, " At any moment. I'm sorry."

Mobius left the hospital in a daze and drove to the house on the cliff. As soon as he arrived, he fed Croki, sat down in his chair and continued the letter to Loki. At this time, it was his only source of comfort.

Loki's apartment - 2021

Loki, in casual attire with Croki by his side, was sitting on his couch reading the letter from Mobius. He was very moved by the way Mobius opened up to him.

His heart cried at the sadness he felt in the letter. Obviously Ravonna was someone dear to his heart.

Once again, Loki was frustrated by the barrier of years between them. He wanted so much to be with Mobius, to support him. He sighed as he continued to read the letter.

I don't know what I expected.

Part of me thought that given her condition, I would get more than a "She doesn't want to see you anymore."

But of course, that's not how things work. When I left TK, I rejected everything she stood for.

That's how she saw it.

I think the fact that I bought the house cemented our disagreement for her and it's too late to change things now.

One thing is for sure: if I was really hoping for a tearful little bedside meeting, I'm as stupid as she thinks I am.

Well, good. I seem to have poured my little heart out here. I'm sorry.

Thanks for reading.

I want to tell you things I've never told anyone.

Things I didn't know myself until I wrote them down to send to you.

Maybe that's the strangest part of it all.

Love, Mobius.

Loki lingered on this letter, and especially on the last word, "LOVE". He patted Croki's head, thoughtful.

He had so many questions.

Love, Mobius.

Was it casual? Mobius was the kind of person who knew exactly what he was saying. Every word was important.

So the next question was, did Loki feel the same way?

Loki didn't need to reflect, he knew what he felt.

The question that remained was, did they have a future...?

Mobius' house - 2019

Croki trotted over to Mobius' bed. Mobius was lying down, unable to sleep, but it was too early to get up. He felt like picking up the phone but resisted.

Loki's apartment - 2021

Loki couldn't sleep anymore, something was disturbing him since he had read Mobius' letter.

He got up and went to his computer, he had to check one thing about Ravonna Renslayer.

Two minutes later he rushed out of his apartment and drove to the house on the cliff.

Mobius House - 2019

Mobius après s’être préparé pour aller au travail, sortit de sa maison et se dirigea vers son pickup.

Mobius House - 2021

Loki braked hard and ran to the mailbox. He put a piece of paper in it and raised the flag with a sudden movement.

Mobius House - 2019

Mobius drove away from the house without seeing the flag that was rising behind him. A few minutes later, his phone on the passenger seat began to ring.

Glancing down, he saw that it was Dr. Cho.

He pulled over to the side of the road and with a lump in his throat, took the call.

"Yes?"

-Mr. Mobius, this is Dr. Cho. I'm afraid I have some difficult news for you.

A few minutes later, in a daze, he parked in front of his house. On his way to his house. He saw that the flag was up.

He opened it, took the note, read it and then let his arm fall back, the paper flew away before landing further.

You need to go back to the hospital right away! Ravonna Renslayer died on-

A few days later, Mobius sat in the back of the church while the pastor preached to a crowd that Mobius knew was there more for Ravonna's fame than for their connection to her.

He didn't listen to the sermon and, clutching Loki's last letter in his pocket, he thought about what he had written.

Mobius, I'm so sorry about Ravonna.

Even though every pain is different, I know what it's like to lose the little family we have left.

I knew I had to at least try to warn you. I thought I could do it in time.

I hoped we could change what happened. I was wrong.

I guess these things can't be changed.

What I do know is that the shock is still fresh for me, even though it happened two years ago, so I can't imagine what it's like for you.

These things just happen...sometimes. I know.

Last February, I remember it was Valentine's Day, but it was really hot for a day in February.

I was at the fountain in Valhalheim Square.

And something happened. I won't bore you with the details now, but it was hard. Not like what you're going through, but it bothered me a lot.

And a friend gave me some good advice.

She told me to go to a place that would bring me peace.

That's what I did. I drove to the house on the cliff.

And that was the day I got your first letter.

It's a place we both love, a place that has a huge meaning for both of us, I hope you can find some solace there.

And I hope that what has kept you and Ravonna apart will eventually seem less important, and perhaps, in time, disappear.

YOURS, Loki.

Loki's words echoing in his head, Mobius was anxious to get to the house, to seek and perhaps find the solace that Loki spoke of.

When he arrived, he saw the flag raised. He opened the box, and took out not a note, but a book.

When he turned it over, his heart stopped for a moment.

For all times - Always by R.RENSLAYER

He returned home and sitting down in his chair, he opened it and saw first a small note from Loki's hand.

The book won't be published for a year.

or two, so don't show it to anyone. But I thought you should see it.

He turned the first page and could not stop the tears from flowing.

To Mobius

This is the story of a dream.

The story of a brother and sister bound by an ideal

But like all true stories, it doesn't always end well.

They chose a different path.

They drifted apart and never found each other again.

But without the presence of one in the life of the other, neither of them would have become what they are.

A story of two lives, a story of two successes, a story of two paths.

Underneath was a photo, Ravonna and him in front of the house on the cliff.

He continued to flip through the book, his eyes blurry with tears, and felt as if he was going through pieces of his life.

Pictures of TK's creation, of Mobius' workshop, of their first offices.

The day of the first opening.

Then the various collections of watches over the years, from the first one designed by Mobius to the latest luxury watches. Created after his departure.

Pictures of the rise of TK.

Photos taken after Mobius' time.

Until the last photo.

It was the front of Miss Minutes, of his shop.

A single sentence underneath.

We have taken different paths, our views have drifted apart, but you will always be my brother. For All time. Always.

Mobius wept for a long time over Ravonna, over the lost years, over what could have been. Then when the tears had dried, he closed the book and placed it neatly on the shelf. His hand lingered on the title for a moment.

Then, looking determined, he took his old sketchbook, sat outside the house and began to draw.

Loki's apartment - 2021

Loki, looking bewildered, was contemplating a sketch of the house on the hill.

At the bottom of the house, written in charcoal, it read:

I WANT TO MEET YOU!

FOR REAL THIS TIME!

_______

As a reader, I hate cliffhangers... I apologize in advance for being so cruel, I hope you will forgive me 😭

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2 - Chapter 3 - Chapter 4 - Chapter 5 - Chapter 6 - Chapter 7 - Chapter 8 (End)

[pink-peony-princess]

I'll Always Protect the People I Love

I really couldn't tell you how it happened, one minute I was hanging up washing on the line and the next I was on the ground in a load of pain. It had been one of those days, you know the ones where everything goes wrong? First I woke up late and missed an important virtual meeting,then I somehow managed to knock over a massive glass of water,the contents going absolutely everywhere. All over my bedside table, my phone (luckily it was waterproof) and several important pieces of paper which I'd been reading for the very meeting I had missed.

Maybe this was the universe's way of telling me I shouldn't have even bothered with today? Maybe I'd have been better if I had stayed in bed. One thing was for sure, I'd be in less pain right now.The only good thing was that my husband who usually worked as a doctor in the local hospital's E.D had taken an annual leave day to get the filing done which he'd gotten behind on.

"Crap," I hissed as I lifted my arm to inspect the massive scrape that had resulted from the fall.

Everything hurt, my arm, my legs which I could see from the droplets of blood falling onto the concrete had also copped a nasty whack, even my side hurt. I could feel myself getting nauseous at the sight of the blood, I'd never been any good at anything to do with medical stuff, it just made me want to vomit. What Shawn got from it, I wasn't sure, but he was passinate about medicine and was always so good. Not only at solving the actual issue at hand, but at making connections with his patients,at gaining their trust.

I tried to stay calm, to take a few deep breaths, but I could feel my composure crumbling as all the day's events caught up to me.

"Shawn!" I called out,voice shaking with the effort of trying to hold back tears. "Shawn," I shouted a little louder when there was no response. Finally I was met with the sound of his footsteps on the stairs.

"April, what's the matter, I was in the middle of a -" he stopped dead in the middle of the yard when he saw me.

"What happened?" he asked, recovering his composure quickly and rushing over to me.

"I tripped," I sniffled, as he bent down,noticing the blood on my hands and knees, and the way I was holding my aching side.

"I can see that baby," he spoke softly, lifting the hem of my dress up just enough to see how far up the wound was.

"This looks nasty and sore," he commented, pouting,causing me to whimper. That was the last thing I wanted to hear, especially from him,someone who spent his days seeing gross wounds and abbrassions.

"It hurts," I cried reaching for him out of habit,only to have my hands sting in protest. I couldn't help the tears that came steadily now, rolling down my face and clouding my vision.

"Oh, honey, please don't cry," he shushed me, reaching up to wipe them away. "It's okay, I'll fix you up, I promise,"

"I'm sorry for being a cry-baby," I muttered scrubbing at my tears with the back of my hand.

"You're not a cry-baby Honey,you've just had a tough day is all," he replied,pressing a kiss to my forehead. I sat there for a minute forgetting the pain,just resting my head against his chest, letting him hold me. He was the one person in the world, who could always make things better.

"Alright Princess, do you think you can stand up?" he asked,taking hold of my upper arms, supporting most of my weight. I stood slowly,my entire body felt as if it was simultaneously being set on fire and hit by a truck.

We made our way inside. Slowly. Incredibly slowly, but Shawn was patient as I hobbled along beside him.

"Here, sit down here," he told me, helping me onto one of the dining room chairs.

"But what about the blood?" I pointed to the blood which was still flowing slowly from several of the wounds.

"It's okay, the chairs can be cleaned," he replied clearly unphased."I'm going to get the first aid kit, stay there," he told me.

"Not like I can go anywhere," I retorted making him laughed as he ran off in the direction of the bathroom.

He came running back less than a minute later, "I'm okay Shawn," I laughed,going to lean back in the chair, but the contact caused the grazes on my back to sting furiously. "Ah," I hissed, leaning forward again.

"Yeah, you look fine," Shawn sassed back, placing the large box of medical supplies on the ground and opening it. It was overwhelming just looking at all the different things. I had no idea how Shawn knew what he was doing, but he obviously did, because he pulled about 5 different things out, before looking up at me.

"Alright sweets,I'm going to wipe off your hands and knees first,it might sting a bit, just tell me if it gets too much and I'll stop okay?" he told, looking up at me as he pulled the wrapper off an antiseptic wipe and gently wiped it across my left knee.

"Ahh," I hissed, fresh tears coming to my eyes,my hand flying to his, stopping him from what he was doing.

"I know it hurts baby," he moved his other hand up to rest on my thigh comfortingly. "But if we don't get this all cleaned up then you risk getting an infection,who knows what sort of stuff has been on that ground, especially with Tarzan out there now,"

At the sound of his name Tarzan came running, tentatively putting one paw up on my lap.

"Aw, Tarzan,good boy, you come to look after Mummy hey, you know she's sad," he cooed,wiping my knee again. It hurt as much as the last time, but I tried to stay still and let Shawn do what he needed to.

"And I'm done," Shawn smiled five minutes later, stepping back from your hands as he gave them one last wipe.

I sighed, feeling relieved, but then I remembered he still had to deal with my side and back, and I knew that would be worse that both my hands and my knees. I'd really done a number on myself there,having landed with most of my weight in that one area.

"I think we're probably better off going to the bathroom for your side, from what I saw outside I'll need to give it a proper rinse out before I do anything with it," he spoke,causing me to groan.

"I know honey, but I promise once I've dealt with it you're all done then how about we have snuggles on the couch and other a take out?" We didn't often get to spend a truly lazy night together with both of our jobs being as crazy as they were.

Really?" I asked, smiling properly for the first time all day.

"Really," he smiled back "Work can wait till tomorrow, my poor invalid baby is more important," he pouted, causing me to laugh, as he helped me to the bathroom.

"That's my favourite sound you know," he told me as he helped me undress and get situated in the tub so he could use the detachable head to wash out the wound.

I smiled, feeling suddenly shy, even after being married for a year, and together for 4 he still had that effect on me.

He spent a few more minutes getting everything set up, towels,bandages, antiseptic wash, tweezers, before he finally turned the water on low, being careful not to get any water on the wounds he'd just dressed.

"Can you turn around for me April?" he asked, helping me to maneuver my body the way he needed it."I'm going to start washing it out now baby, there's a fair bit of dirt and crap caked in there so I'll need to give it a good rinse out. Do you wanna hold my hand?" he offered, extending the hand he wasn't using which I took immediately. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded squeezing my eyes shut in anticipation.

As soon as the water hit it, my whole side felt like it was on fire, the tears that I had managed to hold at bay until now, flowing freely. "I know Princess," he soothed, "One more minute okay," I nodded, opening my eyes, watching as he skillfully flushed the wound. "Can you arch your back for me a bit?" he asked stopping the water momentarily. I did what he asked, leaning over, seeing for the first time just how much blood was coming from me. The bathtub had streams of red water that just seemed to keep coming.

"Shawn," I squeeked, the blood.

"It's okay, Honey,I promise you it looks way worse than it actually is," he tried to console me continuing to work on my wound. I sat there, like I had outside trying not to focus on it, but I could feel the familiar twist of my stomach as he nausea set in,waves of dizziness washing over me like the water.

"Shawn, I-Im going to be sick," I gasped, holding my bandaged hand over my mouth. He was quick to act, switching off the water immediately, and reaching for the trash can that sat next to the toilet, holding it under my chin.

"Deep breaths, April," he spoke softly,pushing some of the hair that had fallen into my eyes out the way.

"You must think I'm such a whimp," I groaned, head still over the bin as I tried and failed to take steady breaths.

"Not at all," he promised, "You're just not good with blood, lots of people are like that, hey, at least you haven't fainted," he laughed trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"I feel like I'm going to," I whispered.

"It's okay, just breathe, that's it, nice long breathes," he coached still holding the bin patiently.

Finally after five minutes of sitting like that, the feeling started to lessen and I was able to sit up again. I must have looked like a complete mess, because the look of pity on Shawn's face was ridiculous.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he placed the bin down beside him and took my hand.

I nodded still not entirely trusting myself.

"Ready to get out and I'll fix the rest up out on the couch?" he asked offering me his hand again.

I nodded again,allowing him help me out of the bath and wrap a towel around my body.

We made our way back to the loving room slowly where he deposited me onto the couch, before running back to get the things he needed from the bathroom.

"How bad is it?" I asked, as he sat down beside me.

"I've seen better I've seen worse, it's not as bad as it probably feels though," he added in sympathy.

"What do you need to do?" I asked, turning to look at him. He frowned, obviously weighing up whether to tell me or of it was better to keep me in the dark.

"I need to get this gravel outta the wound before I dress it," he answered carefully. "Why don't you turn the T.V. on while I work?" he suggested quickly when he saw my face fall. He grabbed the remote off the table and handed it to me.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked when the screen came on.

"Whatever you wanna watch babe, I'll be focussed on this."

I nodded,turning on Once Upon A Time, immediately being pulled into the fantasy. The story helping to distract me. He kept a hand on my good shoulder the whole time he worked, occasionally squeezing it when I let out a whimper at a particularly sore spot.

"All done," he announced as he stuck the adhesive strip down half an hour later.

"Really?" I asked, turning to see he was indeed done, already in the process of picking up all the trash, going to dispose of it safely in the bin.

When he came back he had a glass of water, a bottle of Tylenol and an ice-pack in his hands.

"Here babe, take these,it should help with some of the pain," he spoke, coming around the couch to hand them to me, before sitting down next to me.

"What's the ice-pack for?"

"For your back, it'll help to stop the bruising," he lifted me onto his lap confusing me slightly.

"Won't you be cold?" I questioned as he placed the ice-pack between my back and his chest, pulling me back

"I could never be cold with you around baby," he murmured kissing my head, leaning back into the sofa.

"Thank you for looking after me," I spoke after a few minutes of comfortable quiet in which we were both focussed on the television.

"Of course baby," he replied, running a hand gently through my scalp. "I'll always protect the people I love."

[pinkpeonyprincessblog]

I'll Always Protect the People I Love

I really couldn't tell you how it happened, one minute I was hanging up washing on the line and the next I was on the ground in a load of pain. It had been one of those days, you know the ones where everything goes wrong? First I woke up late and missed an important virtual meeting,then I somehow managed to knock over a massive glass of water,the contents going absolutely everywhere. All over my bedside table, my phone (luckily it was waterproof) and several important pieces of paper which I'd been reading for the very meeting I had missed.

Maybe this was the universe's way of telling me I shouldn't have even bothered with today? Maybe I'd have been better if I had stayed in bed. One thing was for sure, I'd be in less pain right now.The only good thing was that my husband who usually worked as a doctor in the local hospital's E.D had taken an annual leave day to get the filing done which he'd gotten behind on.

"Crap," I hissed as I lifted my arm to inspect the massive scrape that had resulted from the fall.

Everything hurt, my arm, my legs which I could see from the droplets of blood falling onto the concrete had also copped a nasty whack, even my side hurt. I could feel myself getting nauseous at the sight of the blood, I'd never been any good at anything to do with medical stuff, it just made me want to vomit. What Shawn got from it, I wasn't sure, but he was passinate about medicine and was always so good. Not only at solving the actual issue at hand, but at making connections with his patients,at gaining their trust.

I tried to stay calm, to take a few deep breaths, but I could feel my composure crumbling as all the day's events caught up to me.

"Shawn!" I called out,voice shaking with the effort of trying to hold back tears. "Shawn," I shouted a little louder when there was no response. Finally I was met with the sound of his footsteps on the stairs.

"April, what's the matter, I was in the middle of a -" he stopped dead in the middle of the yard when he saw me.

"What happened?" he asked, recovering his composure quickly and rushing over to me.

" I tripped," I sniffled, as he bent down,noticing the blood on my hands and knees, and the way I was holding my aching side.

"I can see that baby," he spoke softly, lifting the hem of my dress up just enough to see how far up the wound was.

"This looks nasty and sore," he commented, pouting,causing me to whimper. That was the last thing I wanted to hear, especially from him,someone who spent his days seeing gross wounds and abbrassions.

"It hurts," I cried reaching for him out of habit,only to have my hands sting in protest. I couldn't help the tears that came steadily now, rolling down my face and clouding my vision.

"Oh, honey, please don't cry," he shushed me, reaching up to wipe them away. "It's okay, I'll fix you up, I promise,"

"I'm sorry for being a cry-baby," I muttered scrubbing at my tears with the back of my hand.

"You're not a cry-baby Honey,you've just had a tough day is all," he replied,pressing a kiss to my forehead. I sat there for a minute forgetting the pain,just resting my head against his chest, letting him hold me. He was the one person in the world, who could always make things better.

"Alright Princess, do you think you can stand up?" he asked,taking hold of my upper arms, supporting most of my weight. I stood slowly,my entire body felt as if it was simultaneously being set on fire and hit by a truck.

We made our way inside. Slowly. Incredibly slowly, but Shawn was patient as I hobbled along beside him.

"Here, sit down here," he told me, helping me onto one of the dining room chairs.

"But what about the blood?" I pointed to the blood which was still flowing slowly from several of the wounds.

"It's okay, the chairs can be cleaned," he replied clearly unphased."I'm going to get the first aid kit, stay there," he told me.

"Not like I can go anywhere," I retorted making him laughed as he ran off in the direction of the bathroom.

He came running back less than a minute later, "I'm okay Shawn," I laughed,going to lean back in the chair, but the contact caused the grazes on my back to sting furiously. "Ah," I hissed, leaning forward again.

"Yeah, you look fine," Shawn sassed back, placing the large box of medical supplies on the ground and opening it. It was overwhelming just looking at all the different things. I had no idea how Shawn knew what he was doing, but he obviously did, because he pulled about 5 different things out, before looking up at me.

"Alright sweets,I'm going to wipe off your hands and knees first,it might sting a bit, just tell me if it gets too much and I'll stop okay?" he told, looking up at me as he pulled the wrapper off an antiseptic wipe and gently wiped it across my left knee.

"Ahh," I hissed, fresh tears coming to my eyes,my hand flying to his, stopping him from what he was doing.

"I know it hurts baby," he moved his other hand up to rest on my thigh comfortingly. "But if we don't get this all cleaned up then you risk getting an infection,who knows what sort of stuff has been on that ground, especially with Tarzan out there now,"

At the sound of his name Tarzan came running, tentatively putting one paw up on my lap.

"Aw, Tarzan,good boy, you come to look after Mummy hey, you know she's sad," he cooed,wiping my knee again. It hurt as much as the last time, but I tried to stay still and let Shawn do what he needed to.

"And I'm done," Shawn smiled five minutes later, stepping back from your hands as he gave them one last wipe.

I sighed, feeling relieved, but then I remembered he still had to deal with my side and back, and I knew that would be worse that both my hands and my knees. I'd really done a number on myself there,having landed with most of my weight in that one area.

"I think we're probably better off going to the bathroom for your side, from what I saw outside I'll need to give it a proper rinse out before I do anything with it," he spoke,causing me to groan.

"I know honey, but I promise once I've dealt with it you're all done then how about we have snuggles on the couch and other a take out?" We didn't often get to spend a truly lazy night together with both of our jobs being as crazy as they were.

Really?" I asked, smiling properly for the first time all day.

"Really," he smiled back "Work can wait till tomorrow, my poor invalid baby is more important," he pouted, causing me to laugh, as he helped me to the bathroom.

"That's my favourite sound you know," he told me as he helped me undress and get situated in the tub so he could use the detachable head to wash out the wound.

I smiled, feeling suddenly shy, even after being married for a year, and together for 4 he still had that effect on me.

He spent a few more minutes getting everything set up, towels,bandages, antiseptic wash, tweezers, before he finally turned the water on low, being careful not to get any water on the wounds he'd just dressed.

"Can you turn around for me April?" he asked, helping me to maneuver my body the way he needed it."I'm going to start washing it out now baby, there's a fair bit of dirt and crap caked in there so I'll need to give it a good rinse out. Do you wanna hold my hand?" he offered, extending the hand he wasn't using which I took immediately. "Ready?" he asked. I nodded squeezing my eyes shut in anticipation.

As soon as the water hit it, my whole side felt like it was on fire, the tears that I had managed to hold at bay until now, flowing freely. "I know Princess," he soothed, "One more minute okay," I nodded, opening my eyes, watching as he skillfully flushed the wound. "Can you arch your back for me a bit?" he asked stopping the water momentarily. I did what he asked, leaning over, seeing for the first time just how much blood was coming from me. The bathtub had streams of red water that just seemed to keep coming.

"Shawn," I squeeked, the blood.

"It's okay, Honey,I promise you it looks way worse than it actually is," he tried to console me continuing to work on my wound. I sat there, like I had outside trying not to focus on it, but I could feel the familiar twist of my stomach as he nausea set in,waves of dizziness washing over me like the water.

"Shawn, I-Im going to be sick," I gasped, holding my bandaged hand over my mouth. He was quick to act, switching off the water immediately, and reaching for the trash can that sat next to the toilet, holding it under my chin.

"Deep breaths, April," he spoke softly,pushing some of the hair that had fallen into my eyes out the way.

"You must think I'm such a whimp," I groaned, head still over the bin as I tried and failed to take steady breaths.

"Not at all," he promised, "You're just not good with blood, lots of people are like that, hey, at least you haven't fainted," he laughed trying to lighten the mood a bit.

"I feel like I'm going to," I whispered.

"It's okay, just breathe, that's it, nice long breathes," he coached still holding the bin patiently.

Finally after five minutes of sitting like that, the feeling started to lessen and I was able to sit up again. I must have looked like a complete mess, because the look of pity on Shawn's face was ridiculous.

"Feeling better?" he asked as he placed the bin down beside him and took my hand.

I nodded still not entirely trusting myself.

"Ready to get out and I'll fix the rest up out on the couch?" he asked offering me his hand again.

I nodded again,allowing him help me out of the bath and wrap a towel around my body.

We made our way back to the loving room slowly where he deposited me onto the couch, before running back to get the things he needed from the bathroom.

"How bad is it?" I asked, as he sat down beside me.

"I've seen better I've seen worse, it's not as bad as it probably feels though," he added in sympathy.

"What do you need to do?" I asked, turning to look at him. He frowned, obviously weighing up whether to tell me or of it was better to keep me in the dark.

"I need to get this gravel outta the wound before I dress it," he answered carefully. "Why don't you turn the T.V. on while I work?" he suggested quickly when he saw my face fall. He grabbed the remote off the table and handed it to me.

"What do you want to watch?" I asked when the screen came on.

"Whatever you wanna watch babe, I'll be focussed on this."

I nodded,turning on Once Upon A Time, immediately being pulled into the fantasy. The story helping to distract me. He kept a hand on my good shoulder the whole time he worked, occasionally squeezing it when I let out a whimper at a particularly sore spot.

"All done," he announced as he stuck the adhesive strip down half an hour later.

"Really?" I asked, turning to see he was indeed done, already in the process of picking up all the trash, going to dispose of it safely in the bin.

When he came back he had a glass of water, a bottle of Tylenol and an ice-pack in his hands.

"Here babe, take these,it should help with some of the pain," he spoke, coming around the couch to hand them to me, before sitting down next to me.

"What's the ice-pack for?"

"For your back, it'll help to stop the bruising," he lifted me onto his lap confusing me slightly.

"Won't you be cold?" I questioned as he placed the ice-pack between my back and his chest, pulling me back

"I could never be cold with you around baby," he murmured kissing my head, leaning back into the sofa.

"Thank you for looking after me," I spoke after a few minutes of comfortable quiet in which we were both focussed on the television.

"Of course baby," he replied, running a hand gently through my scalp. "I'll always protect the people I love."

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I want you to depend on me (4/4)

The last part. This time with Key and Jinki. I did this on my phone and reread it once. Sorry for any mistakes.

Warnings: emeto,male x male, shipping hinting, depictions of vomiting and overall sickness. Bloated tummies are very present.

"Shit..." Key thought as an off bubbling sensation washed over his stomach. It was only a day after Minho and Taemin got sick. Minho was not feeling good a few days ago..."must've caught it in the van..." Waking up to this sensation was less than prime. He had heard the two boys from his room getting sick, for a day and was sure the worst was over. Now he had his own issue to deal with. He felt hot and achy.

His plan was to lay low. He didn't like people knowing anything was wrong, always trying to remain cool and deal with it on his own to save his image. He sighed, placing a hand on his stomach. He should have known when he skipped dinner last night. He felt full so he decided to just go to bed, at least he knew this stomach upset wasn't from hunger. He closed his eyes, even after sleeping so long he was still tired. It was about noon now. His belly was bloated a bit. Clearly he was sick.

He opened his eyes at the sound of knocking and his doorknob turning. His leader stood there. "Are you going to get up?" He looked concerned, Jinki always knew more than he let on, but maybe he could get away with it. "Just didn't sleep well last night... Gonna lay back down." Jinki frowned. Keys stomach let out a loud gurgle, causing him to turn a bit red. "I'll make you some food" Jinki left before the younger could protest. He could tell Key didn't feel good. His body language said everything. He was the leader, he knew his members, especially after 10 years. Not to mention the two sick boys in the other room, and the upset gurgles from his own stomach.

Key sighed, giving his bloated belly a gentle rub. He dreaded putting anything in his stomach. God only knew what Jinki was going to bring him... And he couldn't just not eat it. Even though his stomach was empty, it felt full and heavy.

Jinki returned with some chicken broth, a litre of ginger ale and glass, liquid tylenol and a partially empty bottle of Pepto. "Damn..." Jinki was just too good. "Open your mouth" Jinki placed a thermometer in front of the singers face. He complied. No use arguing. "Your almost at 103. Take this." He poured the liquid into the medicine cup and handed it to Key. It was disgusting. Cherry. His least favorite flavor. Definately not something he wanted to taste right now. He handed the cup back and cracked open the ginger ale, not even bothering you put it in the cup. He just wanted the cherry taste gone.

"Eat if you can. It's been over twelve hours since you've eaten anything " Jinki took the medicine bottle and walked out. Before closing the door he looked back 'I'll be in my room if you need me." He smiled and shut the door.

Key looked at the food with disgust. His tummy didn't feel like eating. His stomach was not happy.

Sighing he downed the broth in a few gulps. He didn't want to taste it. He wanted to get it over with. Realizing his mistake he swore and grabbed the ginger ale taking a small sip. The amount of broth Jinki gave him wasn't exactly a small portion. The bowl was huge. Key moaned, leaning back to rub his bloated stomach through his shirt. "ugh the broth is already making my stomach upset .. I guess even that was too rich to handle." The broth was salty, and he was dying for a drink. Eyung the ginger ale he though. "I mean... Won't this help my stomach?" He flipped on the TV and laid down, trying to soothe his tummy ache, mindlessly drinking his gingerale.

Fifteen minutes later a wet loud gurgle emitted from his stomach, causing a wet burp to rise. "Oh God... I drank it all." His stomach now full of broth and ginger ale, his stomach began to slosh and bubbl. "Hic .. oooh..." He stifled a burp with his hands. "God my stomach's upset." He grabbed the bottle of Pepto... Cherry... "For fucks sake..." He sighed, there was only a little over a third left in the bottle, so he just drank the rest down. He wanted his stomach to calm down, and surely this was the only way.

Gagging on the sickening cherry flavor, key felt a bit dizzy. His stomach doing flips. The taste in his mouth was less than pleasant. He wanted, he was absolutely nauseated. All the sloshing liquid only added to the queasy feeling, akin to being seasick. He stood up and his belly sloshed. "oh god..." Wrapping his arms around his midsection, he walked mindlessly to the leaders room. Before opening the door he regained his composure as best he could.

Jinki was laying down, reading a book. Key could see the eldest had a hand rested on a bloated belly. He could tell Jinki felt a bit unwell just by looking at him. That was their leader though, never caring about himself, and selflessly thinking of his members in any situation. "Kibum..." He closed his book "Is something wrong."

Key blushed. "N..no... I just heard Minho puking again and I wanted to be away from it.' He lied. Jinki eyed the youngest bloated belly. It was obviously upset. He could even hear it gurgle and groan from the distance between the two. But he played along. "Thank you for the food..." Keys stomach let out a queasy gurgle. "I... I gotta pee.." He lied again, the cacaphany of flavors riding up his throat, and closed himself in the eldest's bathroom.

Jinki sighed. "Why not just tell the truth." He shook his head and waited. He wasn't going to hurt the singers ego or embarrass him. If he needed him Key would let him know.

Key turned the faucet on... Not wanting to be heard. His stomach grew more upset each second. Not wanting to be on the dirty floor, he sat on the edge of the bathtub and rubbed his sick stomach, brining up queasy burps, ocassionally spitting into the bowl. He began to sweat, he really didn't feel well. Eventually the nausea faded enough that he felt like he could go back. He turned off the faucet, tears in his eyes. His belly hurt so badly and he felt so sick.

"S...sorry I bothered you." He looked down. "I..I'll go."

Before he could leave Jinki grabbed his arm. "Kibum' his voice was stern. "Why on Earth did you drink all of that?" Having gone into the bedroom to tidy up, he was shocked. Keys stomach had to be sicker than before. He pulled the covers from his bed back and patted the empty spot. "Lie down. You have a bellyache. I won't let you leave my sight until you're better."

Key blushed, complying. "Jinki, ah... I'll get you sick..."

Jinki scoffed "I'm already sick to my stomach. He lifted his shirt revealing his slightly bloated stomach. "It started a few hours ago. I'll be fine..." He blushed. "Please just let me be here for you." He looked into the youngers eyes. "Stop pushing everyone away..."

Tears streamed down Kibums cheeks. "Jinki...." He was interuppted by a wave of nausea. His hand raised to his mouth. Onew placed a hand on his back as he shot up in bed. "Does your tummy feel sick?" Key nodded, afraid to speak. His stomach let out gurgle after gurgle. Jinki looked on concerned as the singers face paled. He knew moving Key would be a bad idea. "It's ok... I'm here..."

Key swallowed the acidic liquid rising from his stomach and moaned. "Jinki..." He panted, sweating from his fever and nausea. "Can't... Make it to the toil -" he was cut short by a gag, rushing his hand to his mouth he was able to stop it momentarily, but some sick still got onto the elders white bedding.

He was able to turn to the side of the bed, as his stomach sent up another wave. The liquid poured out of him violently as he retched. The taste of th cherry Pepto causing him to vomit again. Soon he felt a hand on his belly running in soft circles. "It's alright. Get it all up." Jinki was amazing at__ consoling. With him there, Key felt safe. Something he hadn't felt for a long time.

A mixture of the situation and his own stomach bug, Jinki began to feel nauseated. "Kibum... I'm happy... You're not going through this alone .. at least.. " he spat on the ground as Kibum continued to bring up the liquid contents of his stomach. Jinki retched as a stream of water escaped his lips, all he had ingested. "S...sorry stomach just isn't feeling well it's not you.'"

Key shook his head as a break presented itself. He spat. "I know... God my stomach is so upset..." Key whined. "I guess yours is too." Jinki nodded. "Get to the bathroom. I'll clean this so we can just lay down once this is over."

Key nodded, getting out of his soiled clothing and leaning in front of the toilet. He was dizzy and hot. His stomach wasn't anywhere near empty. He wasn't throwing up a lot at a time. He almost wished he would and get it over with.

Jinki was overcome with nausea after cleaning the mess. After changing the bedding he threw it in the corner of the bathroom. He didn't care. He ran to the sink and vomited bile. Key couldn't handle that and a large steam of liquid came after a wet burp. His eyes were tearing up as he continued to bring most of his stomach contents up into the bowl. He spat, not feeling like more was coming.

He panted and leaned back rubbing his belly. Jinki flushed the bowl and sat down, pulling Kibum onto his lap facing the toilet. He put both hands around his disdended stomach. "I'm here for you." He pressed into his belly, bringing up some more burps from the sick singer. "It hurts..." Key whined, moaning at Jinki's touch. "Just lean on me. I'll rub your stomach until you feel you can get up."

Key laid there, resting on his hyung. His smell was comforting. "Thanks hyung... I'm sorry you don't feel good either." He stifled a burp. "I feel better than you. Just relax." Key was just getting comfortable when his stomach cramped, and he flew over the bowl, retching up the last of the liquid and bile. He dry heaved for a few minutes until his stomach calmed a bit.

"I need to lie down..." Key moaned, his stomach still not feeling well. He was done vomiting, but the upset stomach lingered as well as a slight bloat to his stomach. They cleaned up and went to the room.

Jinki helped him up and gave him one of his shirts. His stomach was visible even through that. Jinki changed and put a trash can on each side of the bed, turned on his fan and slid next to his member. He pulled him close in a spooning position and rubbed his belly, still gurgling. Jinki was exhausted, as was the younger.

"Hyung..." Key blushed. "Whenever my belly hurts... I'll tell you from now on... Will .. will you rub it every time."

Jinki smiled, kissing the back of his head. "Always. I always want you to tell hyung every time you aren't feeling good." He stroked his cheek. "After all Taemin has Minho, and if you'll have me... You have me..."

Key blushed, placing his hand on top of Jinki's. "I.. I'd like that .." soon the two drifted to sleep , the younger in his hyungs arms. Their upset stomachs had them up and down, and they rubbed each other's bellies and backs every time one was awoken by the urge to vomit.

Soon, they were able to sleep without interruption.

The next morning they knew they'd have to explain why Kibum came out of Jinki's room. But that was ok. Maybe tomorrow key could rub Jinki's belly, that though drove him crazy. This stomach bug brought them all closer than they thought it would.

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Ghosts from the rain forest

Summary: A simple rescue mission will bring him back to a place full of nightmares, and maybe this time he could find redemption. Situated in 1975, 2 years after the events of Skull Island.

James Conrad x Reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, wounds, mentions of war, cursing, implied smut, angst.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 2: Hilmi

Even when you were more than happy in the jungle in the middle of nowhere, and not having to deal with people, you couldn't deny that Bandar Seri Begawan was in fact a beautiful place, and the market of Tamu Kianggeh was always nice to walk through.

You have chose to take one more day in the city before your medicine shipment arrived tonight, and see the city some more, you even had chosen to dress up different and use one of the many dresses you bought but never use, it was nice to play the tourist for a change, even when the last time you were there you end up picking up a fight with some vendors and being stubborn enough that they end up humorously calling you Himli, that means peaceful or polite.

That's when you saw him, trying to buy some fruit from one of those sketchy vendors you have a love/hate relationship with, he was to put it on one word stunning, his dark blonde hair, perfect baby blue eyes, or maybe was the shirt he was wearing that make them bright that much, and the afternoon shadow over a perfectly sharp jawline. American maybe, after they left the country alone three years ago they have been popping up everywhere as tourists.

"That's a lot of money for a simple piece of fruit" He said to the vendor in a perfect British accent.

"Liying to tourists again Zikri?" You said in an authoritarian voice approaching them "You really are a menace"

"Ah Himli" He said part annoyed part happy to see you. "One can no longer make a decent way of living because you have to come and criticize me"

"Ten ringgits for a mango is decent?" The man said and you loved Zikri's shocked face.

"There there Prince Charming" You said winking at him "I'll buy your mangoes, just stay away from this man" you gave Zikri the 20 rn, and give the two pieces of fruit to the stranger. "Consider it a welcome to the island gift."

"Thank you, Himli was it?" He smiled at you with what of course was a perfect smile and you forgot to tell him your actual name "James Conrad" He offered you his hand.

"I prefer prince charming" You smiled back at him and shake the hand he offered you. "Aren't you a little far from your island?"

"A little, not as much as you, are you american?"

"From birth maybe, but haven't been there in ages, is way better here" You said honestly. "First time?"

"I have been before, actually, but it was not that great then, although 'm quite enjoying my visit so far this time" he gave you a look that you haven't recieved in a long time, a more than welcome look by the way.

"Do you want a beer?" You said to him and point to a near bar that you like, it was 5:00 pm and you have time until 10:00 at least, to pick up the cargo, "Do British play darts?"

"I'm better at pool, but sure let's go" he said and you walked him to the bar.

A couple of beers later and a lot of bad jokes next to the pool table and you were already cursing yourself because you have to go back to the middle of nowhere the next morning, and he was going to stay there with al his beautiful self alone.

A couple minutes later he was teaching you how to play, and the electricity that run through your back when he hold you in his arms was enough to make you lost touch with reality. By the time your mind tried to wake you up, you were already kissing against his hotel door, and by that time there was not much else to do, apart from opening the door and let your burning clothes fall to the ground and follow the pure instinct that was driving you.

"James we are ready" a young man voice said from the other side of the door hours later and make you wake up from the sheets you were covered with.

"Thanks Slivko, I'll be out in a minute" James said and make a shh sing to you with his long perfect finger.

"What time is it?" You said quietly, smiling at him and the sweet puppy eyes he have trying to make you stay in bed.

"Hey Reg, what time is it?" He asked the boy on the other side.

"Almost nine man, we are waiting, I'll be at the lobby."

"Fuck" you said standing up and quickly taking up your clothes "I'm so sorry, but I have to leave, this was... amazing. Thank you"

"You have nothing to thank for, if anything you have become my single happiest memory from this place" He said with dark shadow crossing his eyes and you were dying to ask what he mean but your seller was a dick and you had to flee.

"If you are still here tomorrow I promise you I'll give you a couple more happy memories" you kissed him one more time and walked out of his window, thankfully his room was on the ground.

You ran as fast as you could to put on work clothes, something your seller would respect and not that ridiculous dress. Noah was neither a good nor a bad man, he only followed an strictly business ethic, and for a man who robbed big hospitals to sell medicine and vaccines in the black market he was quite picky about punctuality and respecting previous arrangements, maybe it was just a British thing, you would have to ask James later. You smiled thinking on how well that have gone down, it have been quite some time since you feel like a normal woman, able to have a little romantic afternoon with a handsome man, he was definitely a nice change from the mercenaries you usually hang around.

This was definitely not what you have planned out of your life, you could still remember the you from ten year ago, that who believed she was helping shape the world into a better place by making cultivation practices more efficient, it was a dumb dream now, with all the devastation humanity had caused, especially with all the damage your government had created by using their precious Orange Agent, that's what have finally driven you apart from the big man, the idea that some day one of your creations could end up killing and damaging innocent people. You have seen personally the mutations and illness those substances could produce, and how men only following orders caused that damage without any remorse, that kind of men you truly hate, if there was anything that you couldn't tolerate in this world was soldiers, all of them pretending to be heroes when they were only glorified murderers...

You shake those thoughts out of your head and took the money for Noah in a bag, and walked into the night to the peers. Like always you wanted to be there before he and his man arrived.

"Always a pleasure making business with you Y/N" Noah said counting out the money "And as always my boys are ready to help you carry this precious cargo to its destination" He always made those fake ceremonious remarks that you didn't like. The boys as he called them were already packing the medicine into your truck and would scort you back to Borneo the next morning.

"You are a life saver" you smiled at him as fake as he did.

"Boss we found a rat" one of his man said suddenly appearing from behind one of the many containers that were at the peers, he was using a large gun to push a young looking man towards you, with his hands behind his head.

"What? Who is this little shit?" Noah said suddenly losing his charm "Y/N what are you playing here?" He took you rather harsh from the wrist and start shaking you.

"I haven't see him in my life" You said honestly, trying to make sense out of that bizarre situation. "You are hurting me Noah what the hell?"

"Well then he is just some nasty nobody, kill him" He said to his man, still not letting you go, and you were about to scream him to stop when an angry voice talked from the shadows behind you.

"I wouldn't to that if I were you, we have you surrounded so let the boy and Dr. Y/L/N go" you turned around in shock immediately when you recognize his voice.

"Captain Conrad?" Noah's voice sounded terrified and he let you go immediately and signaled his man to release the boy and then he turned at you total panic "You bring bloody SAS on me Y/N?"

"What? Of course not, wait what do you mean SAS?" You said looking confused at both men, James had come closer to help the young guy.

"Y/N? I thought your name was Hilmi" Now it was Conrad's turn to look confused.

"Would someone explain what the fuck is happening here?" The guy, Slivko was it? Said as confused as you.

"I don't bloody know, but I know this, I'm leaving, boys let the nice Dr. take care of her medicine alone." The five men with the cargo let the boxes on the ground and start walking towards their own vehicle "Please don't call me again" He said looking at you one last time. "Captain" he made one solemn bow to James and almost run out of there.

"What? No, Noah please wait!" But he was already away. "What the fuck is going on?" You turned angry to face Conrad "Did you have any idea of what you just did? And how in hell you knew I would be here? Captain" you said putting a lot of hate in the last word.

"Beg your pardon? How was I supposed to know that you were buying drugs from a bloody mercenary?!" Why the fuck was he angry? He was not going to stay waiting for medicine for a month "And by the way Doctor" Oh very mature Conrad "I thought your name was Hilmi"

"Oh excuse me, your majesty for not going around giving my profession and full name everywhere I go" Then the realization hit you like a lightning "How did you know I was here? You work for that annoying man from DC right?" Oh you were absolutely furious now. "I don't go peacefully when Mr Houston snap his fingers and he send a militar party to get me back, is that it? What if I said no? Are you going to put a gun on my head and force me to walk??"

"I work with Brooks Houston that's true" He started making his voice soft trying to de escalate the situation making you more mad. "But I believe we can found a way you can come back with us"

"Well is settle then" you said sweetening your voice too. "Reg was it?" You said at the boy that still looked pretty confused "Lift with your knees son, some of those boxes are heavy" you pay him on the back and then look back at Conrad "Tell the rest of your men if they are actually surrounding us that we leave at 5" He was about to say something but you were not going to allow it "If I have to come back to America at least I'm going to finish my work first, one month tops, is all I'm saying" He nodded angrily and made sing in the air with his hand and suddenly another 4 men appear and started loading the truck.

You walk away from them back to your hotel furious about the situation, of course he was not really interested in you, he was being paid to lure you back home, how could you be so stupid? You got in the shower and turned on the hot water so you could wash away his touch from your skin, this whole day was a mistake, one you would never make again.

[g7turnup]

My FIRST Got7 REACTS

Got7 reacts scenario: Your Got7 babe is laying in bed looking at you: whose in a t-shirt and underwear fast asleep; seeing your arms and legs covered in cuts and bruises from work.

Mark

Mark was laying wide awake in bed watching you sleep, his eyes skimmed up and down your curves. He was suddenly surprised to see the amount of cuts and bruises you had. He felt terrible that you worked so hard when all he wanted to do was treat you and take care of you himself. He lightly brushed his fingers across the different cuts and bruises not looking away from you for one second. "My baby girl works way too hard" he whispered kissing your forehead before continuing to stare at you. When you woke up you jumped seeing Mark's eyes peering at you so intently. "Mark oppa you scared me." you said sleepily. He giggled softy "Sorry, I've been waiting for you to wake up so I could do this and not wake you." You looked at him confused at his words. "Your not moving from my arms or this bed today!" He said as he quickly wrapped his arms around you becoming the big spoon; he lightly kissed your cheek before laying his head on your shoulder. You could feel his breath hitting your ear."your body needs a day dedicated to resting." you sighed closing your eyes relaxed by his warmth slowly falling back asleep. A "resting" day it was then.

Jeabum

This boy was looking your sexy curves up and down as you slept when he notices all your cuts and bruises. Being Jeabum he immediately assumed the worst. "Is she getting hit by someone?" He examined you closer rubbing your bruises with a concerned look. "Why hasn't she said anything to me?" he continued to examine you pausing when you started to squirm. "Ya! Y/N whose hitting you so that you have this many bruises. Why didn't you tell me? I'll kick their asses! No one touches my girl like this!" Jeabum was overprotective of you and you thought it was the cutest thing. You slowly sat up facing him, a tired smile slowly growing across your face. He remained still waiting for your response his eyes full of rage. "Oppa..." you grabbed his hand "there's lots of heavy equipment at work, and you know I'm clumsy." you said giggling as you spoke waiting for his reaction. His eyes grew wide "Work? No way!" He bounced into your embrace forcing you back down on the bed. He wrapped his arms tightly around your waist as he rested his head on your chest. "I was so worried it was something else. God damn you worry me all the time." You smiled running your fingers through his hair. "I'm fine Jb promise!" he quickly sat himself halfway up pressing his lips to yours. "You better be. Yah, take more care of yourself at work I know I'm a great guy and you want to treat me and all but I'm not worth THIS much pain baby." He said with a sarcastic tone. "You know thats not why I work babe" "shhh don't lie" he said laying back down resting his head on you. "Go back to sleep baby, you need more rest."

Jackson

Jackson was holding you in his arms as you slept. He rubbed his thumb along your arms and slowly put your tiny hands in his big ones. He began noticing all the cuts and bruises up and down your arms and then legs. He looked at your skin with sad eyes. He was proud of you for working so hard but hurting seeing your skin all messed up. "A girl should never be working so hard she's this beat up, especially Y/N" he mummbled to himself as he continued rubbing his thumb along your arm. He wanted to kiss the hell out of you right then; tell you how much he loved you, and tell you how proud he was of you. You slowly woke up grabbing his hand and squeezing it. "Baby you're awake!" he said rolling you over to face him. He cupped your face in his hands and smiled at you before pressing his lips to yours. "You're so beautiful inside and out you know that?" he said as he began planting kisses up and down your arms and legs kissing each tiny cut or bruise. "I'll make them all better even if i have to kiss you all day!" he said as you slightly squirmed underneath him. "Jackson-ah!" you said giggling. "What baby?" he said kissing your forehead and then lips. "I love you my precious baby girl!" he said before continuing to run his lips up and down your body. "So any more hidden cuts or bruises in places i can't see?" he said winking. "Oppa!"

Jinyoung

Jinyoung was a quiet layed back boyfriend: usually he admired you in his thoughts more than outloud. Jinyoung rolled over to face you when he woke up staring at how adorable his girl was. He ran his index finger along your lips. "Mine." he said with a smile before planting a light kiss on your lips. He continued to stare at you up and down before he quickly noticed your cuts and bruises. He gasped slightly remembering how clumsy you are. "Y/N..." he said staring at all the marks. He felt his mother instincts take over hopping out of the bed he went to get some bandaids for the deeper cuts. He took his time slowly applying medicine and bandaids on each cut hoping not to wake you. You slowly woke up feeling his touch sitting yourself up rubbing your eyes. "Jinyoung-ie what are you doing?" he remained focus on your legs. "I'm taking care of my princess." he said finishing the last bandaid before looking over at you and slightly smiling. "She can't have a bunch of scars right?" he went to get up to put the first aid away but you stopped him grabbing his hand. "Oppa wait!" He looked at you confused; you wrapped you arms around his neck pulling him back down on the bed with you. "Stay!" you said in a babyfied voice pouting your lips. He giggled looking into your eyes slowly pressing his lips to yours leaving a soft kiss. "Promise to stop being so clumsy at work and I will." you giggled "I will! Promise!" he leaned back in, inching his lips closer and closer to yours before pulling away quickly to tease you. "Yah! Jinyoung" you whined. "Yes princess?" he smirked. "Kiss me" you groaned. He giggled planting his lips to yours showering you with soft kisses the rest of the morning.

Youngjae

This sunshine woke up with a huge smile across his face. He had gotten to wake up to such a nice view: you. He placed his arm on your side looking you up and down when he noticed the cuts and bruises. He looked at you pouting his lips before kissing your forehead. He slowly edged himself closer to you wrapping you in his arms protecting you. "I wish I could protect you like you do me" he whispered. You were the light of his life, the biggest reason he could do everything he had done was because he had your full support through everything. When he was down you were there to help him through it. Youngjae sighed feeling useless "what have I ever done to protect her?" You woke up feeling his breath hit your face. "Hm...Youngjae?" You said tiredly. A pained smile grew across his face before he kissed your forehead. "Good morning Y/N." He stared at you with sad eyes. "Good morning. What's wrong? You ok?" he groaned. "It's stupid" he started to turn his body away but you grabbed his wrist making him face you. "No, what is it?" He held your hand rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand. "I just...saw all your cuts and bruises, and I just got thinking that I haven't protected you as much as you have me..." you frowned kissing his lips. "Can you really protect me from being clumsy? That's just me goofball! I'm really ok! Just a few scratches it's really nothing I promise you." He frowned "I just..." you stopped him kissing his lips again. "No it's nothing you can help Youngjae, you always protect me whenever you can. My clumsiness isn't really something you can protect me from. Don't worry about it ok?" He finally cracked a light smile. "Why do you always know what to say to make me feel better?" You smiled running your fingers through his hair. "I just tell you the truth baby. You're always so good to me." You lay there admiring his soft features. He looked at you before inching his plump lips closer to yours and kissing you. He elongated the kiss as long as he could before pulling away. "I love you Y/N." He pulled you into his arms trapping you in his embrace. "I love you too Youngjae."

Bambam

Bambam had been lying awake for a good hour waiting on you to wake up so he could play with you. His patience grew thin as he scoot himself closer and closer to you. "Y/N...wake up before I start tickling you." he said nudging your shoulder. "Ah...Bambam...let's sleep more..." You rolled over facing him your eyes still shut. "No it's time to wake up its almost noon!" he groaned. "Mm..." a smile grew on your face; Bambam quickly became entranced by you. He stared at all the details of your face; your long eyelashes, button nose, smooth lips. You sighed in your sleep drawing Bambam back to reality. He grabbed your hips with his long fingers. "No your not getting out of this by being cute!" he began tickling your sides causing you to squirm. "Bambam!" you had kicked the covers off of the both of you. Bambam rolled himself on top of you tickling you from beneath him, he quickly saw the cuts and purple bruises on your arms as you fought agaisnt his tickling. He paused in his tracks holding your arms up staring at them. "What happened here? Thats not from me playing around with you is it?" Bambam stared at you with sad eyes. "I'm sorry I didn't know I was hurting you..." He said frozen above you. You smiled rolling him over sitting yourself on him this time, you held his wrists as you leaned yourself into his lips kissing him softly. "You didn't do that goofy. It's from work unfortunately...I'm clumsy..." You giggled nervously. Bambam sat up to be face to face with you. You wrapped your legs around his waist smiling. He quickly hugged you tightly resting his head on your shoulder. "I'm glad it wasn't me... I wouldn't be able to forgive myself..." he sighed rubbing your back with his thumb. "But still babe!" he looked into your eyes "You got to be more careful!" he hugged you and rolled you back on your back. He quickly layed down beside you embracing you as tight as he could. "I changed my mind Y/N. Let's rest a little bit longer..."

YuGyeom

The giant maknae was laying there staring at your soft feautures. He was feeling extra needy being you fell straight asleep when you got home from work. He felt sorry that you worked so hard, but he wanted your physical attention bad. Yugyeom slowly scoot himself closer to you, gazing at your exposed neck. A smile slowly growing across his face. He ran his thumb across your cheek as he pressed his lips to yours; he then pulled away from your lips attacking your neck with kisses. You woke up feeling his soft kisses. "Mmm...Yug...what are you doing? " he pressed his lips back to yours giggling. "I'm getting the attention I want from you." he threw the covers off of you and continued showering you with kisses. You began squirming a little but he quickly held your wirsts to the bed. Yugyeom sat up looking at your gorgeous curves when he noticed your bruises and cuts on your legs and arms. "What happened baby?" he said planting a kiss on your bruised up knee. You shook your head "Just my usual clumsyness at work." A soft smile appeared on his lips as he kissed a few more of the cuts on your knees. "You work too hard baby." he layed himself on top of you staring into your eyes before pressing his lips on yours once more. He elongated the kiss twirling his tongue with yours, he bit your lip as he pulled away making you groan. He kissed your arms up and down not missing a cut. "Let me...treat you for your hard work." he said as he intertwined his fingers with yours. The rest of the morning the giant maknae showered you with soft wet kisses with his warm lips.

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Authors note: Hello my dearest so this is something I've been working on for a few months now tbh... My first got7 reacts..! Cuts and bruises is something I often get at work, and I thought I'm sure others could relate to that; thus this was created. I hope you guys like it I know its different from my normal stuff but I hope it's enjoyable for you all! Love yah guys 💚🐤

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BTS Reaction: They find out their S/O has a chronic illness when she/he has a bad episode.

I hope you like it @little-miss-sherlock Lots of lub to youu 💕💕

Smol Warning: This involves certain health issues that.. Well, I don't know if it would offend anyone that I'm writing about chronic illnesses I don't understand fully. I looked up the symptoms of all these and I'm going with that, if you know you'll get mad or your sensitive to this material please don't read.

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~ Kim Seokjin/Prince Jin:

Jin always heard you talking to yourself but he felt it was normal for people to do so and he found it cute. Until one day you forgot to take your medication. Your mind was everywhere you kept telling the wall to "Shut up" then-

Jin: Y/n? Are you okay? What's wrong? Look at me.

You: Who are you? Where am I? Where's mom?

Jin: What? Y/n. It's Jin.

You: Jin? Like... Gin?

Jin: No with a J.

He decided to take you to the doctors and surprisingly he found the one you go to for medication. Everyone seemed to know you, know what was going on and he found out you had schizophrenia.

Your personality was all over the place, you heard voices, and sometimes short losses of memory. When he found out he was extremely confused and mad. Why would you hide something so serious from him?

Jin: Explain.

You: I was ashamed.. Embarrassed. Who would want to date someone like me? I didn't want you to leave me..

You: I'm sorry..

Jin: -Holds you and kisses your forehead- I've told you. I'll love you till the day I die no matter how cheesy that sounds, it's true.

Jin: We'll work together, and I'll take care of you. You'll never have to deal with this alone.

Jin: I love you.

~ Suga/Min Yoongi:

While you and Yoongi were going out to get grocery's you had fainted. Immediately he dropped everything to get you to a hospital.

Yoongi: What happened?

Doctor: Have they not told you? They've been here a few times.

Yoongi: For what?

Doctor: Their medication. We have them on two at the moment. They have GAD. Which stands for Generalized Anxiety Disorder. They fainted for lack of sleep. Their anxiety is very bad, she/he has horrid thoughts of her/himself, she/he has told us about her/his troubles sleeping, she/he has had thoughts of death, now that you know please do take care of her/him.

He was furious that you didn't tell him. He wanted you to trust him with everything and it definitely seemed like you did but to know you hid something involving your health he questioned how much trust you actually had in him.

Yoongi: Why didn't you tell me?

You: It's always made people back of from me.

You: It has ruined so many past relationships and I just don't want to lose you. I love and care about you so much Min Yoongi, I couldn't risk it.

Yoongi: But you could risk your health?

Yoongi: You know everything about me and after hearing you didn't leave me. What makes you think that THIS would want to make me leave you?

Yoongi: Anything you need just ask. Your health is the most important thing because you are important to to me.

~ J-hope/Jung Hoseok:

You both were about to go to bed, at the time Hobi stayed over and when he went to go ask you something he saw you scrambling to find something.

Hobi: Y/n?

You: -You jump slightly- Yes?

Hobi: What are you looking for? Can I help you?

You: No. It's nothing, just needed a sleeping pill so I can sleep well.

Hobi: If you don't find them there's many ways I could help you sleep.

You: Today. I think I just want to cuddle with you Hoseok.

Later while he had fallen asleep, you went back to look for your medication. Then you started tantrum-ing, sobbing. getting emotional, you broke glass, and you weren't yourself. Of course Hoseok heard and ran out to see if you were okay or what was going on. He saw you sobbing on the ground, your hands bleeding from shards of glass that were on the floor.

Hobi: Oh my god. Y/n? Come with me. I'm taking you to a doctor.

You: Leave me alone, Go away! I don't need your help.

Hobi: Yes you do. Come here. -slowly approaching you-

You: I'm warning you to get away!

Once he manages to grab you and semi calm you down he takes you to a doctor and he found out you have a extreme Bipolar disorder, He was frustrated and heart broken that you never told him, and that he had to find out like this. When he saw you, you were going to talk but he didn't want to hear you.

Hobi: Don't you talk. Listen.

Hobi: Don't ever hide anything like this from me again. Do you understand? I thought that I took care of you well and to know that I wasn't able to help you for this, wasn't able to take care of you better is the worst thing I have ever felt.

Hobi: Understand that I love and care for you and I want to take care of you till the end.

You: I was just worried you wouldn't be able to handle it. And you would leave, just like everyone else.

Hobi: Then I'm offended that I'm just "Everyone else" to you. I am your boyfriend, your lover, and someone who wants to take care of you like you take care of me.

Hobi: So let me.

~ Rap Monster/Namjoon:

You: Do you what an Inhaler looks like?

Nams: I guess I do, why?

You: Random thought.

You and Namjoon took walks around beautiful areas a lot and walked to your house a lot. You looked through your bag to check if you had your inhaler and for some reason it was gone. You know you had taken it and you were worried because you might need it.

Nams: Y/n why do you have this? -He holds up your inhaler which you take from him immediately-

You: I'm taking it to someone later.

Nams: Don't lie to me.

You: I don't lie.

Nams: That was a lie. Do you have asthma?

You:

Nams: Answer me, Y/n.

You: Yes, I have asthma!

Nams: Why didn't you tell me?

You: Because I was embarrassed. It's embarrassing to breathe from a tube in public or in front of you.

You: And I figured you wanted to date someone normal. Someone who isn't bothersome and you won't have to worry about so much.

Nams: Baby, You don't ever need to feel embarrassed, I still love you, I'm falling in love with your personality. I love you just as you are and I will take care of you, alright?

Nams: From now on, tell me everything and anything. Nothing can change how I feel about you.

Park Jimin/Chimichanga:

You liked asking Jimin to teach you dance whether you were good or not didn't matter, it was just fun to move around to the beat of music, but today you forgot your pain killers so you were limping and falling a lot. .

Jimin: Are you okay? You're very off.

You: Just dandy.

Jimin: What's wrong?

You: Nothing.

Jimin: What's. Wrong?

You: I have Chronic pain, which is basically forever pain in the same place... I have it in my knee.

You: anddd oh my gkkdbd it's cramping up. Can you go get my pain killers please??

Jimin: Why didn't you tell me??

You: Because knowing you, You wouldn't let me out the damn house.

You: Even if we don't live together. I know you'd somehow watch me.

Jimin: I would let you out..

You: 1 step out the door would be too far for you.

Jimin: I just care about you.

You: I know but what you CAN do is help me with the medicine and take me to my doctors appointments.

Jimin: I can't drive...

You: You can accompany me to my doctors appointments.

V/Kim Taehyung:

When Tae came over to hang out with you, he opened the door with the spare key you gave him.

Tae: Honey!!! I'm hommee!

You guys had this joke where you acted like a married couple. You usually replied with something funny as well but you couldn't.

Taehyung went to the kitchen only to find you crouched, leaning against the wall behind you, and holding your head.

Tae: Y/n! Are you alright?

You: Medicine. Please. -You point to a cabinet- Get a white and blue bottle.

After he gave you the medicine and you were feeling a bit better you guys started talking.

You: Why are you here so early?

Tae: I wanted to surprise you but you surprised me. Are you okay?

You: I'm fine now. I mean, it'll happen tomorrow, the next day, the next, and after that, then so on.

Tae: That's impossible.

You: Not if you have a Migraine.

Tae: How come I didn't know?

You: I was embarrassed, I'm pretty sure you didn't want to date someone who was forever sick so it was nice knowing you—

Tae: Shhhtsh I'm staying and caring for you, and cuddling you, and being with you until the day I die.

Jeon Jungkook/Kookie:

You didn't hide it from Jungkook but you also haven't told him.

You'll take your medicine in front him and when he asks you say your sick.

But you've been sick for the whole year you guys have been dating so of course he is going to get suspicious.

You: I read a new book~

JK: Yeah you told me about it. You're on page 289, It's interesting, and you would like to find more from that author.

You: When did I.. You know I probably have bed memory.

JK: You told me about this book four times.

You: I have? Oh wow.

JK: How'd you forget after four times?

You: Ah hmm, I have ADHD, bad memory, bad at paying attention. um um oh wow suddenly I'm bored. Did I bring my pills??

JK: I don't think so, let's go home alright?

You: Yeah, sorry I didn't tell you. I just, it's not attractive. Yeah.

JK: I'd still love you with any sickness, how you talk to me, treat me, take care of me, love me, and your personality is what made me fall in love with you.

You: Thanks Bunny boy.

JK: Let's eat at Wagwan after alright?

You: I heard they give out Snickers now. I don't know why but I'm down.

JK: You're adorable.