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bokutobaes · 4 years ago

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inarizaki boys when you have a bad day

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆-with: atsumu, suna, kita

☆-!warnings!: swearing, parental issues, parents fighting, (there’s nothing physically violent), illness like the flu

☆-a/n: yall these are longgg LOL sorry

☆- author: lu <3

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ atsumu:

-his baby had a bad day :((

-just kidding he didn’t notice at first I’m so sorry nzjsjjsj

-your lockers are nearby so he’s usually waiting for you there first thing in the morning

-you woke up today with a headache and you were just really tired from studying last night :/

-you wanted to suck it up because it was your own fault for leaving the studying until the night before the test you had

-anyways, you were walking up to your locker lowkey trying to avoid eye contact with him

-“hi tsumu :)” u fricken liar with that fake smile

-“morning babe!” atsumu pulled u in for a back hug “i have to get to class kinda early for a test review so i’ll see you at lunch”

-and with that he was pecking your cheek and leaving

-“okay.. kind of good” you thought.. you didn’t wanna worry him or anything so you headed to you first class, math

-hell literally broke loose.. you forgot your pencil case and had to ask like 4 people until you got one which was embarrassing

-AND THEN the teacher called on you for an answer that you didn’t know like the universe

was against you or something

-“uhh... ummm i don’t know..” headass😩

-the class after that was slightly less dehumanizing but it was also japanese class.. the class you had a test in that you just barely studied for

-you did the test and lost braincells, blood sweat and tears LOL

-“okay class these will be graded by lunchtime so please come by to collect your scores before your next class”

-ogey :/ anyways u went to ur next class and before u knew it, it was lunch time.

-a text from atsumu made your phone vibrate while on your way to get your test scores

-“hey babe im actually gonna eat lunch with samu we’re practicing a bit at lunch”

-oh :) ok :) that’s fine :) not like u :) desperately:) need a hug :) right now :)

-“oh okay babe” you text back

-whatever u don’t need him independent queen

-that’s your mindset.. until you get those test scores

-it’s a literal fail .. did not pass the test.. ok..

-“y/n san, these test scores were not your usual best. I’m slightly disappointed, if there’s anything going on please let me know”

-“thank you sensei. i’ll do better next time.

-at this point you were just tying not to cry so you took your test and shouldered your bag and walked to a bench outside for some fresh air.

-right.. you didn’t bring lunch today

-so now you were hungry, tired, defeated, disappointed and lonely :,(

-the last class of your day went by quickly probably because you were zoned out the whole time

-the end of the day came and you were at your locker when your guardian texted you

-“Y/n, you had that test today right? I’m expecting to see the grade when your back home. Didn’t have time to make food tonight so find something to eat on your way home.”

-oh that test ? lol hahaha the one that you failed?! yeah that one haha lol lollll

-so with that, you started your walk home

-“y/n!!”

-fuck. atsumu.

-if you saw him now you knew you wouldn’t be able to hold in your tears and you really didn’t want to cry

-so your solution? pretend you didn’t hear him and walk faster lmfaokdhdh

-but atsumu, being.. well atsumu, decided to just full speed sprint towards you to put his shoulder around you

-“i literally know you heard me. i missed you today sorry about lun- why are you crying ?!!?”

-“bad day” you choked out before a shuddering gasp wracked your chest

-atsumu didn’t say anything he just wrapped you in a tight hug, petting you hair while you cried into his chest

-“its okay babe.. “ :(

-“you wanna come over? we can get food and cuddle”

-you nodded your head taking a shaky breath

-his hand reached out and wiped your tears, brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead like it was natural to him.

-and so you walked together hand in hand to atsumu’s house where you ate samu’s leftover onigiri and vented to atsumu about the day while you cuddled

-he also gave you a hoodie :,)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ suna:

-“living is a chore :|” you thought as the alarm rang through your room ruining your peaceful sleep

-it was raining outside and your mind went back to last night, the screaming match your parents had

-normally you’d be used to it but it felt like they were starting to take the anger they had for each other out on you now

-you tried not to but you started thinking about all the things your mom had yelled to you through the closed door of your bedroom

-“your just like your father. you’re selfish, lazy and all you do is run around with that little boyfriend of yours! what about your family?! you think your better then us? why don’t you move out then since your so good at being independent?!”

-everything she said was always completely blown out of proportion, she lied all the time. it’s exhausting for you

-you started getting ready for school, you wanted to see suna and your friends and laugh and just forget last night even happened

-when you got to school suna was there at your locker scrolling lazily through his phone

-you smiled, genuinely as he looked up and greeted you with a smirk

-“nice hair.”

-“wha-“ you started and then smacked his arm when you realized that your baby hairs were out of sorts “shutup” you scowled

-“good morning” suna hugged you

-“good morning”

-now you were off to class, it always went by too fast, you thought. school was always done in the blink of an eye

-“what’re you doing at lunch?” your friend tapped your shoulder and whispered to you

-“mmm nothing probably why?”

-“let’s eat on the roof today! yui told me there’s gonna be a rainbow cuz it stopped raining.”

-“okay” you smiled

-now at lunch with your friends you ate the bento you had packed before. the rainbow was there and it was beautiful

-you were having fun just laughing with your friends and texting suna while he sent terrible photos of atsumu. things were good, you had forgotten about your mom

-until the end of the day came and you had to go back home

-as usual suna was at his locker waiting so that you could walk home together

-after crossing the street you and suna were at a bike path, trees surrounding the fences

-it was a comfortable silence until...

-“what’s wrong?”

-suna asking took you by surprise, you didn’t think you were acting any different. were you?

-“what are you talking about”

-“you look sad, you did this morning too but then you were fine the rest of the day so I didn’t say anything. but, you look sad again now”

-“oh..”

-so suna just saw right through you

-“ um.. i’m okay.. it’s just ..” you laughed dryly “i don’t really want to go home”

-“did something happen?”

-“yeah.. my parents were fighting, it turned into this whole thing.” you felt a lump in your throat start to form “i don’t really wanna talk about it”

-“okay. you should just come over then, right?”

-“can i?”

-“you literally don’t even have to ask me anymore y/n” suna grabbed your hand and led the way

-when you got there suna hopped on his couch and started putting on something from netflix

-“my parents aren’t home, my sister has a dance thing today” he grabbed a blanket and you sat down, putting your head in his lap

-suna put on a comedy show, of course he would

-he played with your hair while you watched and after an episode or two, he asked

-“do you want to talk about it now?”

-and so you did, you told him what happened last night and what your mom said. your plan was to not cry but that failed miserably

-suna listened intently, he told you the truth, he said that what she said wasn’t true, he told you you could sleepover whenever you needed to.

-kissed you and wrapped you back in the blanket

-“i love you, you know that right? always.”

-he always knew what to say and you loved him for that

-“i love you too, suna”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭ .・.

☆ kita:

-kita knew, first thing he noticed when he saw you that you weren’t okay

-you woke up with a terrible headache, aching body and stomachache

-so this is it? this is hell? ok.

-but the test.. you had a test today. fortunately you had actually studied for weeks because you knew it was important

-mentally? you were ready for that test. physically? you had the spanish influenza

-so you weighed the options and decided you would go to school, take the test and then come back home after.

-the problem with that was that kita would in fact lecture you on all the reasons you should not have come to school

-he was right of course, but you still decided that you would need to avoid him for today

-spoiler alert it did not work

-your test was your third class of the day so you only had to get through 2 classes and you’d leave at lunch perfectly avoiding kita

-this was what you thought while you were at your locker until you closed it and walked directly into kitas chest

-“wow”

-“good morning y/n-chan”

-“morning kita! i have to go or I’ll be late!”

-you ran�� and you almost got away too but kita grabbed your arm and pulled you to one side of the hallway

-he felt your forehead and both cheeks

-“you have a fever y/n”

-“no I don’t I’m just hot from walking to school”

-he said 😐

-you signed and rested your head on his chest letting your arms dangle

-“why did you come? you look sick”

-“thanks. I have a test.”

-“how do you feel?”

-you told him your symptoms but also that you were leaving right after the test and you could pull through

-he really didn’t want you to overwork yourself but he knew you were set on taking the test

-so he let you go and he made you promise to text him between classes and let him know if you felt any worse

-and off you went

-honestly, you were fine up until halfway through your second class.. then you started feeling really cold and tired even kind of nauseous

-then in the third class your test was put onto your desk and before you knew it your teacher was saying “begin”

-okay. you can do this you thought to yourself. the test was easy enough with how much you studied, you thought about every answer and you tried to finish quick

-but then it was like time cut itself in half and the bell for lunch was ringing

-you weren’t even done the test yet

-“y/n you can stay in here until your done but i expect you to have it finished soon”

-one question left

-you don’t even remember what you ended up putting before you were up and giving the paper to your teacher

-kita was right there when you left the classroom

-“hey ..hey.. y/n”

-you could barely hear him you just flopped into his arms

-“okay I’m taking you home.. “

-“but..”

-“shh let’s go”

-you don’t remember getting there but then you were in your bed smothered in pillows and blankets

-kita came in

-“what time is it?”

-he looked at his phone “half past 4”

-“4?!” you jolted up “did you even go back to school?” “kita?!”

-he smiled at you “no but it’s okay y/n it was only one day. i wanted to take care of you

-you noticed he had a steaming cup of something in his hands

-“what’s that” you asked

-“its tea, but it’s special tea :)”

-“what do you mean” you laughed

-“my grandma showed me how to make it, it’s gonna make you feel a lot better”

-he’s so cute...

-“kita... you didn’t have to do all this”

-“i wanted to” he sits beside you and hands you the tea

-literally tasted like heaven

-“mmmmm oh my god”

-kita laughed and kissed you on the cheek before joining you in the bed

-you cuddled and watched movies on your laptop until you fell asleep, comfortable in your boyfriends arms

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silveanna · 4 years ago

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Hello World

Na jaemin x fem!reader, Feat. 00 liners

Summary: Wait, humans suddenly disappeared? well isn’t it fun? you get to do whatever you want now but no one will be there for you anymore. You’re completely alone in a world that seems to be dead but is that Really it?

It’s been hours since you woke up, you’ve been wandering around the city but you haven’t met a single person yet. You also checked your phone but all your contacts, photos and all the files in it are gone, there is also no signal. It was quiet, too quiet it was hurting your ears. There’s no wind or any birds chirping and especially, the people are gone, it feels like the world isn’t alive at all. “i swear if i’m in Alice in borderland, im going to kill myself” you said.

You went to the mall market but the food seems to be expired already, seriously for how long did they disappeared? but at the fruit aisle there were still a few fresh fruits, you weren’t a big fan of fruits, you hate it but you have no other choice, all the foods are expired even if it isn’t you don’t know how to cook at all. Well, you can cook instant noodles and eggs but that’s all.

And of course because you’re alone, you jump on the beds at the furniture aisle while singing “five little monkeys jumping on the beds” not until you heard a loud thud nearby, you quickly hide under the blanket. Minutes passed nothing happened, maybe something just accidentally fell. Yeah ACCIDENTALLY

Months have passed, everyday feels the same, like you’re on a loop it’s sickening, are you really alone? or maybe your just dreaming. You tried pinching your arm, it hurts but nothing changed the world is still empty... dead. You’re running out of food, Your gonna die alone, no one is going to mourn your death. “Oh god oh god..” you pulled your hair and cried.

“I don’t want this, i didn’t ask for this.. I miss everyone” you said and hugged your knees.

“Here”

“Huh?” you immediately looked up, a guy with jet black hair beside you is offering you a handkerchief, you ignored it and wiped your tears with your hands, he looks away and puts the handkerchief back in his pocket. There’s a lot of stuff running in your mind right now, you feel happiness, sadness, and anger at the same time. You snapped out of your thoughts when he waved his hand in-front of your face. “I think they forgot us and went to mars” he joked but it didn’t move you.

You were too busy scanning every inch of his face, why the fuck he looks so healthy compared to me.. maybe he’s a robot?

He was in the middle of talking when you suddenly poked his cheek, “oh wow you’re real” you said, he laughed and removes your finger away form his face. “Yes I am real”

You keep asking him about everything, he tries his best to answer your questions. “Before all of this, i like being alone, it relaxes me, you know just vibing with myself but not this alone” he explained.

“I know, waking up thinking it was another normal day and the next thing you knew the people are gone, I might have you now but you might suddenly disappear too or me. Back then I’m scared to die, cause when you die you can’t do anything you want anymore, it’s just like dreaming forever, but for me this is worse” You said.

He took your hands and looked at you in the eyes, it was beautiful but the person who have it is sad. He wanted to changed that “Let’s make the most of it while we still have each other, I’m Jaemin by the way you?” He smiled.

His smile was beautiful and calming, almost like a free therapy, it made your heart skipped a beat “I’m y/n” . And so you two did, you shared each other’s favorite stuffs, read books together, danced in an empty street while raining, watched the sunset, played board games, and put on some expensive clothes and pretended like you guys are in a fashion runaway.

“You see that three stars together? My mom said those are the three Kings, oh there’s the orion!” You said pointing in the starry sky, you and jaemin are stargazing on top of a hill. He stares at you lovingly while you keep telling him about the meanings of each constellation you point out in the night sky. “I love you” he said out of nowhere causing you to stop.

You looked at him, his eyes sparkling “I love you too you know that” you said.

“No like LOVE love” he clear up.

Jaemin looked away, “It’s fine I can wait, I have all the time in the world”

Silence..

“It’s not like there’s someone who’s going to stole yo-“ when he looks back at your spot you were gone, it was as if you had suddenly disappeared like a bubble. “Y/n?” He stands up and starts looking around for you, his breath getting heavy, his vision starts to get blurry as tears formed on his eyes. Jaemin dropped on his knees and looked down. Just when things started to be fun, one had to disappear. Now he’s all alone again.

•••

You slowly opened your eyes, your vision cleared up and a white ceiling is the first one that greeted you. You felt a dextrose which is injected into your right hand. Wait, what are you doing in a hospital? you were like fine seconds ago.. and where’s Jaemin?

A woman entered the room, she looked middle aged based on her hair which has a few white strands. You were surprised when she suddenly jumped in joy when she saw you were awake, she fishes her phone out of her pocket and dials someone’s number. “Honey come here! our daughter is finally awake!” after that she cuts the line and hugged you. “Mom?” you said. She cares your hair softly “Im glad you can still remember me, i’ll go get the doctor wait here okay?” you nodded.

Your mom leaves the room, you sat there in silence. Was is it all a dream or am i in another dream right now? what about Jaemin?

Soon the doctor arrived with your mom, no, with your whole family. The doctor asked you a few question and you answered them effortlessly, “Your daughter is doing fine now, we can arrange her documents so she can leave in few days, and i recommend to let her rest for three days before going back to business.” the doctor explained.“Thanks doc” you heard your dad said, the doctor nodded and leaves the room along with their nurse.

“I don’t remember what happened, how did I ended up here?”you asked, they all sat beside your bed. Your mom held out your hand and rubs it with her thumb. “You got hit by Car, you were comatose for 8 months we thought we were going to lose you” Your dad explained. You forced a smile, you don’t know what to do in this kind of situation so you just looked down.

You looked up after you felt your stomach growl, “can i go to the cafeteria? im hungry”you requested.

Your mom accompanied you to the cafeteria while your dad and older brother decided to stay in your room, you were surrounded by a lot of people you felt different. You want to tell your family about what happened and especially Jaemin but they might think your silly. While your mom is ordering food, you are looking for an empty seat. You weren’t paying much attention infront of you and bump into someone, luckily they catches you before you kiss the floor.

“sorry i’m so sorry i wasn’t looking” you apologized.

“no no it’s fine i wasn’t either” the guy smiled, he felt familiar, it feels like you already met him but where? “oh wait y/n? it’s you, glad you already woke up!” he said and hugged you.

“i’m sorry you are?”

“i’m Jeno, we’re classmates remember?, i came here to visit you and visit my friend jaemin also-”

“Jaemin? did you just say Jaemin? where is he? is he okay? wait is he here? please tell me it’s just high fever or he works here?”you asked.

“Oh Y/n there you are, let’s eat?” Your mom interprets the conversation, “he’s in room 25, 10th floor meet me there” Jeno said and left.

“So Jeno’s here too?” Your mom asked.

“Yeah he’s supposed to visit me but we met here so he’s off to his friend now” you explained, you were happy to hear that Jaemin’s here but felt guilty after you remembered you suddenly left him at the hill.

After you finished eating with your mom, you told her you’re going to room 25, she still accompanied you there but she just waited outside the room. When you got inside you immediately saw Jaemin sleeping peacefully in his hospital bed with his life support. He’s sleeping, does that mean he’s still in that world? Alone?

There are tears trailing down from your cheeks as you approach his unconscious body, “h-how long has he been like this?” you asked Jeno, he stood beside you and pats your back even though he has no idea how you knew his bestfriend. “3 years, brain infection”

That night you prayed a thousand times, hoping that in your sleep you would return to that world to be with Jaemin again and tell him you love him too. Eventually you got there, to the place where you guys usually hang out but you didn’t met him, you looked around for him but you couldn’t even see his shadow. Or any trails he left behind. He just disappeared like you did before. Morning came, afternoon, evening, a day, and a week. You didn’t woke up. You were trapped in there again.

Kicking a can out of your way as you took a road to god knows where, you lost count on how long you’ve been trapped but it almost felt like a year or more “I wonder if Jaemin already woke up”

“He hasn’t” you turned around and saw a very tall figure of a man wearing black suit, “But he will, just not now. I believe your time is up miss” you took a few steps back away from the man. “Haha very funny, I know you’re just trapped here just like me” you said and started to walk again. “What you call ‘here’ is where lost souls go who still have a chance to live but you don’t, your brain is starting to shut down and the doctors back in the real world are trying to save you with a defibrillator” he explained. You stopped in your tracks. So now you’re dying? you haven’t pretty much done all your goals in life yet.

“I-I’ll go back! I will woke up!”

“Haha we’ll see miss, three days, I will give you three days, if i still spot you wandering around here you have no choice but to come with me” he smirked, he snapped his fingers and poof! he was nowhere to be seen.

•••

“You seriously don’t remember her?”

“No... why? Do I have to?” Jaemin sipped his black coffee.

“I don’t know, it’s just that after she woke up she went to see you, she was crying it’s kinda...unfair”Jeno explained, ever since Jaemin woke up Jeno’s been trying to tell everything about you but it doesn’t ring any bell to him. “Unfair? What? It’s my fault if i can’t remember her? I’ve been asleep for 5 years and so is she, how the hell— argh nevermind” Jaemin face palms himself.

“C’mon Jeno don’t force him to this, he can’t be stressed” Renjun said.

“Yeah yeah right sorry” Jeno apologized.

They all went back to their business, silence filled the room. Renjun and Haechan are focused on their phones, Jeno looking outside the window, and Jaemin drinking his favorite drink. Jaemin was dozing off until a certain memory from his dream played in his mind. He was in an empty grocery store with a girl, everything was clear except her face, her voice was also mute. “I like canned bread, it’s kinda good” Jaemin said out of nowhere.

His friends looked at each other in confusion and back at Jaemin, Haechan scoffs “since when have you eaten canned bread?”

Jaemin’s unable to answer, he swear he have. Jaemin shruggs “Nevermind”.

12:30 pm, Renjun and Haechan already left since they still had school tomorrow. Same as for Jeno, he’s just waiting for Jaemin’s mom to arrive so he could go home, he didn’t want to leave his dear friend alone. The Tv is on shopping channel, the air conditioner was off but it’s still cold. They couldn’t sleep. As Jaemin spaces out, he hears this familiar voice of that girl again, she was singing. It was annoying and relaxing him at the same time, he couldn’t understand why he feels such feeling towards a girl who only lives inside his head or is she really? Her face is still blurry but he can finally hear her voice loud and clear. “Hey little train we are all jumping on..the train that goes to the kingdom...” Jaemin sang quietly.

“Where did you heard that?” Jeno ask.

“Someone... I don’t know” Jaemin replied, Jeno shook his head and puts his attention back to his phone. It keeps happening, Jaemin saying things out of nowhere, facts about him that sounds fake but aren’t , its just that, it didn’t happened in reality. “I used to hear y/n sing that a lot when she still attends school, it’s kinda annoying to hear the same lines over and over again but, her voice is beautiful.” Jeno shared.

silence...

“I want to see her, that girl you keep blabbering about, I want to see her” jaemin said.

“But you’re still not allowed to leave your bed until the doctors said so?”

“Do you think I care? I’ve been in this bed for 5 years it’s time to get up” Jaemin hops down the bed and puts his slippers on, he goes at the door and peeks outside. “There’s no one around let’s go” he says. The hallway was empty and quiet, the nurse who was appointed at the receptionist desk was in deep sleep. It was so easy for the boys to wander around without staffs standing in their way.

There’s no one inside y/n’s room at the moment, she was still unconscious, a nasal cannula place around her nose as it gives her oxygen. “She got hit by car, woke up after 8 months and went to see you, she didn’t woke up again after that” Jeno explains.

Jaemin held your hand, it was cold as ice, i never met you but how come i feel like i already knew you like the back of my hand?

•••

“I can’t decide whether I should take her or not, I’m already late for my given deadline argh” the black suit guy whom you met earlier was watching you from afar kick a vending machine again and again, you weren’t hungry or anything, well you can’t feel any hunger anymore, you’re just an empty lost soul who’s not yet ready to go. “Something is holding her back, like a thin red string attached on her back that trails back to the real world” he rest his head on his palm.

He teleported right in front of you, “it’s only day one what are you doing here?” You ask him.

“Listen missy, I’m just doing my job okay? Just come with me and you’ll be at peac—“ he was cut off when he hears a heartbeat, your heart beat. It was purple and it’s glowing, “what’s happening? What’s happening?!” You shook him.

“Hold on hold on, I’ll get my handbook” he snapped his finger and an old big brown book appeared out of nowhere, he used his powers to flip the pages until it gets to the page he was looking for. He puts his glasses on and reads the text. “Well it seems like your not coming with me anymore, any moment now you’ll come back to the real word BUT you won’t remember everything” he explains.

“Is it temporary? Like after a long time I will regain my memories?”

“I’m afraid not, but at least you’re coming back” the grim reaper hears you sigh,he looks away and flicks your forehead. “ah! what was that for?” you glared at him while rubbing the spot he just flicked. “I did it so you won’t lose your memories, it’s against the rules but it’s my first time doing it so i guess i won’t get fired entirely. Maybe just a few punishments” he shruggs.

“why? why did you cross the line?”

“i want to see how it’s all going to end... don’t worry much kid, i have other back up jobs”

5 days later

“Finally! shit!” You cheered, you’ve lost count on how many tissues you used to remove the ink from your face. 3 minutes before you woke up someone’s kid got inside your ward and drew on your face. Your family was crying and laughing at you at the same time, you were confused at first until your brother handed you a mirror. You dump all the tissues at the trash and went out the bathroom, you were with your brother at the moment because your parents are still at work. 3 more days before you’ll finally be discharge and another 3 days for you to rest at home before going back in action.

You went to the couch where your brother was peacefully sleeping, he’s pretty much also knocked out because of work. You don’t want to disturb him anymore, so you went outside to look around, it’s boring if you just stayed in your room. You found a large garden at the ground floor and went in there, the sunlight is illuminating the whole garden, it just rained a while ago so it looks like there are crystals glued to every plant and flower. All of it shines beautifully. The place looks like those beautiful sceneries in anime’s. Back then at that world everything looks cold, lifeless, almost looks like grey.

You went to the main spot of the garden, the wishing fountain. “Hey little train wait for me.. i was held in chains but now im free” you sang, you stare at your reflection from the water and tucked a strand behind your ear. “I’m hanging in there don’t you see?” out of nowhere, you heard someone whispered the lyrics, you got startled because of it and fell towards the fountain. What if it’s a ghost? You’re in a hospital after all.

“Oh my god i’m so sorry! here let me help you up”

“Good thing i have-- Jaemin?! wait, is that really you?” your eyes widen, you feel your heart beat faster and got goosebumps. He wasn’t wearing a hospital gown anymore, that means he got discharged before you did.

He giggled “why don’t you poke my cheeks again like you did last time?”

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bakubitch-minusultra · 3 years ago

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Not Alone: Chapter Nine

-> an apocalyptic series with bnha characters but without quirks because im the writer and i can do whatever the fuck i want :P bruh its 3:45 in the morning and i have a softball game in six hours but fuck sleep right? This is the l o n g e s t chapter ive written and it took hours i was writing it while listening to true crime podcasts lol new characters unlocked

-> Word Count: 6.9k haha n i c e

-> Warnings: pervy doods, blood, sexual assault, violence, guns

-> Taglist: @5sosfckss @laudthingcat [if u wanna be added lmk <3]

The sunlight coming in the window blinded Y/n as she woke up disoriented. She shivered from the cold breeze that came from down the hall. She noticed she was lying on Kirishima still and smiled, thinking about the night before. But stopped when she noticed that his shirt was soaked in cold sweat.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, “No. No.” She pushed him and his body compressed against her push, but he didn’t stir.

“Y/n what is it?” Mina came running in the room.

Kirishima sputtered and snorted. He rolled over knocking Y/n off and onto the floor. She started to laugh, “He’s alive. I thought… He’s cold. Oh my god he’s alive. His fever broke. He’s going to live.” Y/n jumped up and grabbed the next vial of medication.

Mina rushed to his side and felt his face, “Oh fuck, I was scared. I thought for sure he was gone.” Mina hugged her when she came back. Mina smelt like Hades and Y/n smirked. They had traded sleeping partners for the night.

Y/n hugged her back, but noticed the difference in their bodies. Mina was melded into Y/n, squeezing her where as Y/n was rigid.

They gave him his next shot and pulled the bandages off his leg. The red lines had receded but the wound still looked red and angry. She knew they weren’t out of the danger zone, but she felt good knowing that they were one step closer.

He slept the entire day and Mina and Y/n hung out. They took turns keeping watch and playing with Hades. Y/n could see Hades’s affinity towards Mina getting stronger. She knew that even she felt different. She was getting closer to Mina and Kirishima.

“Y/n what’s for dinner?”

Y/n shrugged down at Mina from the window of the barn, “I can go kill a bird.”

Mina nodded, “Alright. I’ll start the fire.”

They sealed up the house completely and decided to cook in the bunker. It was gross and sweaty with a fire down there, but it made perfect sense. No smell escaped out into the wind.

She climbed down with her bow and quiver and headed across the grass. She slipped into the forest, but instead of finding a tree to climb she froze. She smelled them before she could see or hear them. She slid against the tree and waited to figure out where the smell was coming from.

“It was rude of you to leave without the escort we offered.”

Y/n turned to the voice but something smacked her in the forehead and everything went black.

Xxxx

“Wake up.” Pain overwhelmed her as she opened one of her eyes. She saw bars in front of her face. “Please wake up.”

In the muted firelight she could see a girl poking her with a stick. It made a small cut on her arm, but that wasn’t where the pain was coming from. She closed her eyes tightly and then opened them again. It was dark, the firelight licked across the dark metal bars of her cage. She turned to the girl.

“Where are we?”

“The others have us.” The girl said. Y/n’s stomach fell into her bowels. Her heartbeat and breath quickened. She pushed the door to the cage with her foot. Her boots were gone.

“Where are we specifically?”

The girl frowned at Y/n, “What?”

“Our location.”

The girl shrugged. She was skinny and filthy. She made Y/n think about Mina, which made her panic. She wondered if they knew where Mina and Kirishima were. She saw her bow and quiver leaning against the tree near her.

“There she is.”

Y/n looked up at the filthy scumbag who had chased her into town. He was grinning again. He seemed very proud of himself. “You’re a pretty girl. What’s your name? I bet it’s something pretty like Jessica or Stephanie or Grace.” Y/n licked her lips and put a finger to the source of her pain. He winced as she touched the red sticky spot. “Sorry ‘bout that. I had to surprise you. Bet it hurts doesn’t it.” He kneeled on the ground in front of her cage. “Wanna tell me about how you got outta town?”

Y/n gulped.

He rattled the cage suddenly and started laughing at her horrified expression. “Jesus you aren’t mute are you? I like it when you girls scream.” He pointed to the girl next to Y/n. “I guess we can make her scream for you.”

The girl shied away from the bars and curled into a small ball. Y/n wanted him dead. Right now.

He pointed at Y/n again, “You’re going to fetch us a good price. I know it.”

Fear rocked Y/n. She didn’t have a plan. That was one of her rules. Her plans where capture was a possibility had never included a cage. She always thought the girls were grabbed and dragged to trucks.

He walked back to the fire and howled into the night air. She watched as he unzipped his pants and peed on the fire.

“Jesus Christ that’s disgusting you fucker.” The hot steam rose from the fire, polluting the air around it. A large group of men started to bitch and complain. Y/n looked at the girl who had a disgusted look on her face.

“I don’t know about you but I don’t want that inside me.” Y/n gasped at her language. The girl grinned at her, “Names Jirou.”

“I’m Y/n.” Y/n looked around for Mina and Kirishima but she didn’t see them anywhere. “How old are you, Jirou?” She asked softly.

Jirou spat on the ground outside of her bars, “Sixteen.” She was malnourished. She would be made to work the farms. She wouldn’t be a breeder.

Y/n wouldn’t let either of them end up that way. She saw a small silver thing on the ground and looked at Jirou.

“Poke that stick this way again.”

She slipped her skinny arm through the bars and passed it to Y/n. Y/n looked back at the men. They were getting drunk and the fire was starting to dim. She flicked at the silver thing and dragged it back to her with several small movements. It was an old rusty nail with a silver tip. She reached her fingers through the bars and grabbed it.

“How old are you?” Jirou asked, watching the men.

“Nineteen.”

“You look older.”

Y/n wanted to frown at her, but the nail in her hands felt too amazing to bother. She passed Jirou the nail, “Pick your lock.”

She eyed it smiling, “Wow you’re good.” She reached her hands through the bars. Jirou made funny faces and then Y/n heard the clunk of the lock. She picked the lock faster than Y/n did. Y/n had only ever picked a couple.

She nodded, “Mom says we have to do whatever it takes to not be a breeder. I will die before I go there.” Her words reminded Y/n of the girl in the back of the truck who screamed. She felt sick. She was even more determined to save Jirou. The rusty nail clanked in the lock. “Want me to do it?”

Y/n gave her a look, “They’ll notice your tiny arm slipping through to my cage.” She fumbled with it again. “Dipshit is coming back.” She pulled her arm in and sat on the nail.

He grinned at Y/n, “I think I wanna taste the merchandise before I give it away.” He pulled a key out of his pants and licked his lips. He got down on the ground in front of her cage and stuck the key in. “You’re gonna like this.”

Y/n felt like throwing up.

He opened the door and reached in lightning fast. His huge hand grabbed her thin wrist and clamped down. He dragged her from the cage. She kicked at him but he was too strong. He pinned her to the ground on her stomach and pulled her hair, whispering into her ear, “Scream and I slit your throat.” He let go of her hair with force and shoved her face into the pine needles and dirt. Y/n coughed and choked. Her eyes flickered at Jirou.

“Don’t do this in front of her,” Y/n begged.

He shoved her face in the pine needles again, “She needs educating. Where you two are going, you’ll both be needing to know how to make a man happy. Think of me as your teacher.”

Y/n felt him grind himself against her and threw up. She couldn’t stop herself. She didn;t have anything in her stomach but bile filled her mouth. She spat it to the side of her face, scared that he would rub her face in it.

He pulled her pants down and she felt his hands on her underwear. She wanted to scream and fight but her hands were pinned. If she screamed, he’d kill her. She made the snap decision that death would be better than this and opened her mouth to scream, only to feel him put all his weight on her.

“Shhh Y/n. Don’t scream. We need to go now. Before they find him.”

Tears sprung from her eyes as she looked back and saw his open eyes still staring at her. The rusty nail stuck out only a little bit from his head, next to his eye. Blood trickled down his face.

Jirou heaved him off of Y/n quietly. The fire was only twenty feet from them and she could see that the group of men had dwindled. They must have gone to sleep. Y/n pushed herself up and grabbed her pants. She saw her knife in his boot and took it, holding it tightly. She wanted to stab him so bad.

Jirou grabbed her hand and pointed to the woods.

They walk hunched over. Y/n grabbed her boy and quiver and followed Jirou into the forest. They ran fast, even though they were barefoot. She recognized the forest after a few moments. Even in the dark she knew where they were.

“Oh shit.”

Y/n stopped after hearing Jirou speak. She was preparing for the worst but instead it was the best. She saw yellow eyes glowing in the dark. She quickly dropped to her knees, ignoring the branches that cut her skin. His paws were around her neck within seconds. His warm breath was in her hair. She started to cry and Hades held her like a mother would a child, and she elt soothed.

“He’s yours?”

Y/n nodded through the tears, “Hades.”

“He’s a big dog.”

Y/n smiled, “He’s a wolf. A tundra wolf.”

“Well we better get moving before they find us.”

Y/n stood and ran toward the farmhouse. She knew it was through the woods and not far. They could hide there until the men were gone. Her brain couldn’t seem to make her own survival important. She needed to know if Kirishima and Mina were safe. Jirou ran as fast as Y/n did. Her footsteps were a whisper in the grass beside Y/n. Y/n burted through the door. The house was dark and silent.

“Mina? Kirishima?” The living room was empty. The blankets were gone. She didn’t know where to go. She didn’t know where Mina and Kirishima would have gone. She ran down the basement steps into the bunker. Nothing was there. She ran back up the stairs, “We need to go hide. They’re gone. They might be looking for me.”

“Who?”

“My friends.” The words felt funny in her mouth.

Y/n grabbed Jirou’s sweaty fingers in the dark and pulled her back out to the barn. They slipped inside the dark of the barn. She dropped to her knees in the hay and felt for the hatch. It had hay glued on top of it. It was impossible to find even in the bright of day. She only found it because it was open when she arrived.

“Hurry climb down here.”

Hades jumped down into the whole like he had before many times. Jirou felt for Y/n in the dark and then the hatch. Y/n climbed down after her and pulled the huge hatch back over the hole.

Y/n felt around in the silence for a stool. She sat and suddenly the pain in her feet was overwhelming. She knew they had been cut.

“Did your feet get cut?”

Jirou was closer than Y/n thought, she whispered right in Y/n’s face, “No. My mom made us walk and run in the woods barefoot all the time. They always take the shoes.”

“Smart.”

“Yeah mom was a warden at a maximum security prison before. She says she knows all the worst things people can do and she knows why they do it.”

Y/n shivered at the thought.

They don’t hear voices or any noises. Eventually Y/n fell asleep on the wooden floor against the warm fur of Hades. Jirou slept against her. Y/n’s feet pounded too hard for her to get a good nights sleep.

Xxxx

“It’s been five days Y/n. He walks to the same spot and makes weird noises. I have a hunting hound. He does the same thing when he wants me to follow him. We need to get following him in the woods.” Jirou had not stopped talking for five days. Mom this and Mom that. Y/n didn’t know what to do to make her quiet. She didn’t take Y/n’s silence as a hint. “Yup that wolf is trying to tell us the way to go to find them. Are your feet better?”

Y/n looked at the cuts on the bottom and nodded, “They have scabs.” She rubbed salve into the bottoms of her feet and pull her socks over the scabs. She pulled on the boots she had stored in the farmhouse bunker ages ago.

Jirou threw a huge bone for Hades. He ran to get it and chewed it in the field, “Not so sharp is he? My hound brings it back.”

Y/n looked at the bone and grimaced, “Is that a human bone?”

Jirou shrugged, “Does it matter?”

Hades picked up the long thin bone and walked toward the same spot in the field like he had for the past five days and whined.

“Okay let’s follow him then.” Y/n slung on her backpack and looked back at the farmhouse. She had left a note in the bunker under the barn. Mina knew it was her favorite hiding place. Y/n’s heart hurt and she decided to not look behind her. She didn;t run through the field. Hades trotted along like a real dog. He didn’t wait at the meeting tree.

Nothing was the same.

She opened the cabin door and suddenly her life felt lost. She knew she would regret opening that stupid door and helping Mina. But she never imagined her regret would be being separated from them.

Her heart hurt when she thought about the kisses she shared with Kirishima. Her stomach hurt when she thought about Mina being taken.

Hades picked up the pace as they entered the woods.She reached out and brushed her fingers along the meeting tree. Instead of going the way home to the cabin he cut a hard left and they climbed a different hill.

“So then when I was twelve she says she wants to try to go to the city. So we get all dressed up and I mean bathed and spiffy. We walk all the way to the city but they don’t just let us in. We have to go through a bunch of tests and other nonsense. The city was brand new. It looked like nothing I’ve ever seen. Anyway they come to us in the bright white clothes and make me take all my brand new clean clothes off. They burned them. Mom was mad then. My aunt failed the diabetes test they gave us and so if we wanted to go into the city we would have to leave her behind. No diabetes in the city. Mom said they could shove that up their asses. So we left the city. My other aunt got grabbed there. Mom thinks it was because she tested healthy they told the bad ones to take her to the breeder farms. They drove up in their trucks and held guns on us. They dragged her into the truck. She screamed and reached for us. Mom never moved. She just watched. I never saw my aunt again.” Her story was the story of thousands of women.

“I’ve seen them taken too. They always leave the kids behind.”

Jirou put a finger to her lips, “Shh you hear that?”

Y/n listened. All she heard was her own heartbeat and it dawned on her that as Jirou chatted on, she listened to the forest the way Y/n does. Y/n doesn’t hear them. No birds, no squirrels. She stopped walking. She pulled an arrow instantly and held the bow ready.

A branch broke to the side of them. She swung the bow with the arrow trembling in her hands. A huge black bear groaned and walked past them to the ridge below them. Hades growled and crouched. He looked at Y/n but she shook her head.

They didn’t turn their backs on it. They walked up the hill backwards until the bear was far enough away. Hades’s dark hackles stayed up until he started sniffing the ground again. He wandered in a circle for a bit.

“So then I was saying to Mom… hey look I think he has a smell. Not totally useless is he?”

Y/n glared at her.

Jirou put her hands up, “What? He’s no hound but I think he’s got the scent.”

They followed him through the thick woods until he suddenly stopped waking. They hiked for hours and that was the most animated she had seen him. He growled in his low town and crawled along the forest floor on his belly. They follow him low to the ground. Y/n was scanning the forest but she saw nothing.

“There.” Jirou pointed to a man wearing camouflage high up in a tree. He held a sniper rifle. There was no way they wouldn’t get around him. She pulled her bow out but Jirou stopped her hand and pointed to a man in another tree just behind him.

“We wait for dark,” Jirou whispered.

Y/n looked at Jirou and frowned, “Where’s your home?”

Her brown eyes look haunted. “It’s back closer to the town by the big river. Mom was taken when they were looking for some girl. They searched all the houses and found my aunt and mom hiding. They didn’t find me. I snuck out the back and over the pointy log wall. The others snatched me outside the gates. The hunters were long gone though, so they were gonna wait for them to come back.”

“It was me,” the words slipped from Y/n’s mouth. Jirou crouched in some larger bush and sat, waiting for nightfall. Y/n spoke after a while. She felt awkward in Jirou’s silence. She was never silent. “I can help you find your mom.”

“She never got taken.”

“Where’d she go?”

“Knowing mom she went to hell. She was a mean and spiteful woman. Full of piss is what my aunt said.”

It hit Y/n like a club to the face, “She died?”

Jirou glanced at her, “I told you what she always said. You do whatever it takes to not go there. They woulda put her in the fields anyway. Her insides were injured having me. She couldn’t have more kids.”

Y/n wanted to cry. Jirou had a mother. She had someone. Y/n felt like it was her fault somehow.

“I’m really sorry Jirou. Do you have anywhere you can go? Do you have other people?”

Jirou shook her head, “Nope. It was me, mom and my aunt.”

Y/n decided she wouldn’t ever leave her. No matter what she wouldn’t leave her.

The day faded to night slowly. Spring was further along and the days were longer. The cool air was still fresh and crisp but the sun was getting warmer.

Hades slept again Y/n and Jirou whittled a small piece of wood. She passed the finished product to Y/n. She didn’t know what it was.

“It’s a rook.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow.

“For chess,” she said it like Y/n was an idiot.

“The game?”

Jirou nodded and smiled, “I’m making the pieces for a board. I guess I have to start over. Mine were in our village.”

Y/n looked confused, “You have a village?”

Jirou shook her head, “Nope. Had. The others came last month and burned it to the ground.”

“Life’s hard, Jirou. I’m convinced the god that everyone talked about before, hates us.”

Jirou’s eyes hardened and she pulled her dark blue hair back from her face, “Don’t ever say that. No matter what we have to believe that he’s going to help us. The evil is us.”

Hades jumped but it was too late. As she heard the branch snap behind her she saw a blak hood go over Jirou’s face. Y/n jumped but the guns were on her.

“What’ve got here?” The man standing before Y/n was grinning. He held a rifle to her face.

Hades was ready to attack but Y/n put her hand out, “No Hades. No.” He looked at her face confused. She could see it in her eyes. She shook her head and then looked at the man. “We’ll walk with you but you can’t put that over my head. If he can’t see my eyes he’s going to lose it and kill at least one of you.”

He nodded, “You walk with the wolf. I’ll kill him if I have to.” He removed the hood from Jirou who looked at Hades. Y/n gave her a sharp look. She knew the desperation on Jirou’s face was trying to over take, Y/n felt the same way. But they couldn’t win the fight. They could die like her mom.

One of the other guys with a gun smirked at Y/n. He was young and bold looking. He spoke to Y/n and she could hear the smile on his face, “I’d ask if you were spies for the other but you’re girls. What girls would help them out? So that leaves me with only one assumption,” He grinned and nudged Y/n, “You’re lookin for a date.”

Y/n doesn’t speak.

Jirou snorted, “You wish. No we’re looking for our friends. The other had us but we got away.” Y/n shot her a dirty look and Jirou scowled. “Don’t give me that look Y/n. Mom says we need to remember some ways of the world before an manners is one of the things we all seem to forget about.”

The man with the gun grinned, “Her mom sounds like the kind of girl we are always looking for. Warm my bed, bake my bread and say please and thank you like a lady should.”

Jirou shoved him, “My mom never warmed no man’s bed. She wasn't no lady. She was a survivor.” The man shoved Jirou back and Y/n caught her.

“Easy kid.”

The leader got in Y/n’s face with his gun. Y/n looked into his dark red eyes angrily, “Her mom just died creating a diversion for her to escape the hunters.” He made a face that surprised Y/n, remorseful.

“I’m sorry Jirou, is it? Never speak ill of the dead, unless they’re the monsters who started all of this.” He held his hands out.”

Jirou sniffed and wiped her nose on her arm, “It’s nothing. She died the way she wanted.” Y/n knew the pain Jirou felt and the strength she hid behind. The leader's eyes told her that he did too.

Hades nudged against her. He was nervous and whined. She looked as they entered a huge camp. The fires were lit making the woods smoky and smelled of food. Her mouth watered as her stomach grumbled. She didn’t the last time she actually ate.

“New recruits?” A man asked, looking Y/n up and down and nodded his head. Hades lunged at him. Y/n seriously thought the wolf could read minds, and that man’s mind was not pure. He jumped back, “Holy shit is that a wolf?”

Y/n laughed, she couldn’t help herself. Hades was hovering over him snarling. The men who had escorted them laughed at the fallen men and Y/n called him, “Hades.”

He snarled once more and ran to Y/n’s side. He stood tall and proud with his chest out. He snarled at everyone.

“You have my friends here don’t you?”

The man with the smile frowned, “Who?”

“A girl and a guy. They’re really good friends.”

His eyes narrowed, “No one’s come recently. Except you.”

“Don’t lie to me. He’s tall with red hair and red eyes. He has an injury on his leg. She’s younger and about my size. She has pink hair and black eyes. They’re really close.”

He shook his head, “Look we don’t have anyone here. We don’t take prisoners.”

Y/n looked at the guns surrounding them and raised her eyebrows.

He laughed, “You were spying on us and have a huge wolf as a pet.”

Y/n didn’t laugh. She wanted Kirishima and Mina,”

Jirou gave Y/n a look, “Why would he bring us here if they’re not here?”

Y/n shrugged, “The smell of food.”

The guy with the gun in her face pointed at Hades, “Keep him under control and we can drop the weapons.”

Y/n patted Hades on the head and scratched his ears. He shook his head once. He was still agitated,

The camp was like nothing Y/n had ever seen. It reminded her of the band of merry men Robin Hood joined in the forest.

She heard a noise she had never heard before. She turned her head when she saw where it came from. A small boy with white blond hair ran past her. He had his arms stretched out. He latched onto Hades, making her jump to his rescue but Hades looked at her and lowered her body for the child.

“Andy no, Not the wolf. Oh my god I’m so sorry.” A dark haired woman walked up to Y/n. She looked older, maybe thirty. She was dressed in a long gathered skirt and a blouse. She was pretty in a simple way. She looked at Jirou and smiled motherly. “We need to get you cleaned up and get some food in that belly. You look like you must be starved.” She looked at the man next to Y/n, “Watch him for me while I get her taken care of?”

The man nodded and kneeled next to the boy who was shrieking and hugging her wolf. Hades panted, contented.

“His name’s Hades. Be careful, okay Andy.” The man put a hand out for Hades to sniff.

Jirou gave her a pleading look as she was getting dragged off. Y/n wanted to reach for her but she didn’t. The woman with the black hair had dark doe eyes that instantly made Y/n feel comfortable.

Y/n looked around and noticed that there were fires everywhere. Small tents lined the forest and lean-tos were staggered amongst them. She had never seen anything like it. Clothes hung from lines in the trees. The canopy provided the perfect shelter. She felt like she had entered a sacred site. Everyone was busting about, as if on a mission.

“This is like the Shire.”

“You’ve read The Hobbit?”

Her neck almost snapped as she looked back him,”Yeah, have you?”

He nodded and patted Hades once more.

“Wolfie wolfie wolfie.” The white haired angel cries into Hades’s dark fur. He looked down with the hug and struggled to escape.

“He’s done.”

The man pulled the boy off, making him make an ungodly noise, “Nooo Bakugo. I wanna hug the wolfie. I wanna wolfie. Miiiine.”

Y/n gasped, “Bakugo?” The eyes and the smile. He looked almost exactly how they described him. “Mina and Kirishima’s friend Bakugo?”

His face dropped, “Mina and Kirishima? My friends?” Y/n nodded. His face grew savage. He let go of the boy and gripped her arm harshly. He shouted in her face, “Where are they?”

Y/n pointed, “I thought they were here.”

Hades didn’t like the struggle going on. He lept in between them and knocked Bakugo to the ground. He had him by the scruff of his shirt and was making a noise she had never heard before.

“Hades.”

He ignored Y/n. She sat on the ground and made a whistle sound and Hades tugged once more on his shirt before backing away. He turned and sauntered towards her. He was overwhelmed. She was overwhelmed. He curls onto her lap and as she stroked his ears while he trembled.

Bakugo stood up and walked toward Y/n. Hades growled and snarled in her lap. She looked up at Bakugo.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you.”

His dark eyes played in the dim light of dusk, “They’re alive?”

“Last time I saw them.”

His jaw tenses up.

Y/n turned to see a rugged man walk up to where they were, “Bakugo I need to go over some things with you.”

The white haired boy saw the man and started his tirade all over again. He was stomping his feet and pointing at Hades who trembled. She wrapped her arms around him and glared at the young boy. She hated children.

“Stop that you little brat. You’ll get us all killed,” Y/n hissed at him. The noise would no doubt draw the others or worse.

Bakugo laughed at her but his expression was lost.

Jirou walked over to Y/n in a clean dress with patches. Her hair was slicked back and wet. She was holding a platter of sorts covered in meat and something white.

“Y/n thith ith cheeth. You have to have thum.” Her mouth was near bursting as she spoke. Y/n grimaced watching her stuff her mouth. She sat beside Hades and Y/n. He raised his face instantly and started eating from Jirou’s plate.

Hades was making his weird wolf noise that he made when he was happy. It almost sounded like a cat purring but lower and deeper inside of him.

The platter was empty and Y/n had had nothing. She couldn’t stop looking up at Bakugo, who was talking to another man. He glanced at Y/n every now and then. She could tell that he wanted to talk to her.

“The people I’m looking for, Mina and Kirishima, Bakugo is their friend.” She pointed to him subtly.

Jirou raised an eyebrow, “You think that’s why Hades brought us here?”

Y/n shrugged, “Maybe. I think he smelled the food.”

Jirou grinned with food in her teeth, “Thank god for Hades and his belly.”

“I’m worried about where they are though. If they’re not here, where could they have gone?”

“The farms,” Jirou said nonchalantly, even though Y/n knew that Jirou feared the idea of it whether he had met them or not.

Y/n’s skin prickled thinking about them in the farms. Mina was old enough to be put to ‘work’ and Kirishima was strong. He would be made to work hard labor.

Y/n looked up and saw people eyeballing them. They pretended to be working near them, but they watched Hades as he ate. It made Y/n smile. If only they know how much of a pussycat he was.

She felt fingers bite into her skin, “Wolfie mine!” He shouted in her face. The little brat was back. She hated him. His greedy little fingers were wiping an orange paste on her shirt. She leaned away from him.

“Don’t look so horrified. He’s just a kid.” Bakugo picked the little monster up and carried him back to the doe eyed lady. Y/n felt sorry for her. She thought that her life must be horrid. Y/n looked at the orange stain mixed with debris smeared across her sleeve

She glanced up at Bakugo, “Is there somewhere I can wash up?”

He nodded at the dark haired lady, “Mary can take you.”

Mary smiled, “Followed me.” She passes the evil beast with the white hair to a man next to her. Y/n looked at Jirou who nodded.

“Just don’t get roped into the dress and them brushing your hair. It’s a bad experience. Hades is fine here with me.”

Y/n walked away from Hades, she knew that he would see the fear in her eyes and follow. She didn’t want him anywhere near the little monster

“You’ve never seen a child before have you?” Mary asked sweetly as they walked past a grouping of tents and lean-tos. She led her down a steep narrow dirt path.

“Not in over ten years. Just the ones left behind when the mom’s get taken. I don’t hang around long enough to get to the know them though.”

“That’s horrible. You leave little kids alone?”

Y/n didn’t care if she judged her. She was alive, “I was a kid too Mary. I barely took care of myself and Hades.”

Mary crossed her arms, “He gets tired once it’s after six. He really is a sweet boy. Once you get to know him, you’ll love him.”

She tried not to be rude but spoke her mind, “He will get you killed with noises like that. The infected love noisy things that lead to food.”

Mary looked back aghast, “We never leave camp. None of the children do.”

“So you have an agreement with the infected and the others that they stay out of your camp so the kids can be as noisy as they want?” Her sarcasm was filled with more sarcasm.

Mary laughed, “You really don’t have any social skills do you

She shrugged, “I’ve made it this long out there, alone.”

Mary looked shocked, “How long have you been alone.”

Y/n sighed, “Since the beginning.”

The walls surrounding the water were high and rocky. Nothing could get to the massive lagoon of crystal clear dark green water. The only visible path was the one she was standing on. She pulled her boots and socks off. Her scabs stung on the dirt and rocks. She pulled down her pants and ripped off her shirt. She ran down the remainder of the path. She ran onto the huge flat rocks that made a platform and dived in. The cold ripped through her instantly but she had never felt this clean. She remembered her baths as a small kid. They were filled with bubbles and hard plastic mermaids. This was much better. The freshness of the water made her feel alive in a good way. She lied on her back and floated.

She looked over at Mary as she jumped off the rock. Y/n blushed as she entered the water with a big splash. Mary had been completely naked. Y/n had never seen another naked lady before.

Suddenly a noise ripped through the air. She turned as several people jumped into the water. The waves and splashes were taking over the lagoon.

“Oh my god it’s freezing.” Y/n saw a small blonde girl who was a little older than she was next to her. Her teeth chattered and suddenly Y/n realized that her teeth were chattering too.

In a split second a hand pushed Y/n underwater. She sputtered and coughed as she forced her head above the water.

“Hey are you okay,” a guy asked, Y/n assumed it was the one who had pushed her under. Everyone was staring at her and she ran.

She ran faster to get away from their voices. She felt like a freak. She made her way to the nearest fire. She was alone, until she felt the warm breath at her hip. His cold nose felt warm against her bare skin. Y/n went to go grab her dirty clothes but Mary was there, holding a pile.

“Here,” she said. She was dripping wet too. They stood looking at each other in the firelight. Mary was so beautiful in her soaked dress with the water dripping from her.

“Thanks,” Y/n took the pile and pulled on the shirt and pants over her soaked underwear. She pulled her bra off once the shirt was on and covered her.

Mary took it in her hand, “What’s your name?”

“Y/n.”

Mary leaned in and kissed Y/n on the cheek softly, “Y/n it’s okay. You’re safe here. No infection and no others and no military. We take care of each other.” She took Y/n’s soaking bra and pile of dirty clothes and left. Y/n stood by the fire and realized she had kissed her. She had liked that Mary kissed her. It was a nice feeling. Not nice the way Kirishima’s was. Hers was sweet and soft. It made her happy.

She looked down at Hades, who had turned his face in the light of the fire and whined. She patted his head and looked to where Mary walked. She dropped Y/n’s clothes into a basket and pointed to a bright orange glow in the woods across the camp. “Come to the fire. We sing and play guitar.”

Y/n pulled on her dry clothes and wrapped her arms around herself. Hades and Y/n followed Mary through the woods to where a large bonfire is burning. She could hear the music faintly in the crackle of the flames and embers. It was folk music, but better. She hadn’t heard music since before. She felt like an outsider but the people at the fire smiled at her. Someone shoved over on the log in front of her to make space. Hades watched her sit in a crowd. He didn’t know how to respond to it and whined a little.

Heat waves rose from the huge fire making it hard to see across where the musicians sre. The logs were built higher than the people sitting. She could make out a man with a small guitar. He was old and had a beard. A man started singing with the small guitars. His voice was incredible. It was raspy and sweet. Y/n was in a trance. She sat and closed her eyes. The music brought back something soft and sweet that she never knew she was missing. The sweet voice sent shivers down her spine and her throat was thick with unfelt emotions. They sat in a huge circle, warmed by the fire and the raw human emotions inside of the song. It was about love and sacrifice.

This was the greatest moment of her life. She had experienced nothing like this, even before. Time passed, she didn’t know how much. Songs were sung. Whiskey was passed and drank and swayed her body like everyone else. Her guard was not only lowered but completely destroyed.

In the light Y/n could see Mary. She sang and laughed and drank. Her eyes sparkled in the orange glow.

Slowly people trickled away from the fire. Hades had crept up and was lying at her feet. The pile of logs and lumber on the fire had burned down to ash and in the embers she had seen something she never expected. Bakugo was the singer with the haunting voice that had lit her up. He felt the music, she could see that. His eyes were closed and his fingers gently stroked the guitar. He finished the song and Y/n couldn’t help but see him differently.

He walked over to where she was sitting and sat down beside her.

“You’re a good singer.”

“We need to talk.”

Sitting beside him made her insides crawl.. He didn’t look sweet and soft like Mary did. He looked annoyed and angry with her. She felt intimidated by him. He didn’t seem like the goof Mina described. He was intense.

“I know you.”

His long legs seemed huge compared to hers. His were thick and strong looking. His face was handsome like Kirishima’s, but more commanding. She wanted to listen to him for some reason. She felt like he could keep her safe, like he did with everyone else there.

“So where are they?”

She shook her head and tried not to watch his mouth. “I don’t know. They were at my farmhouse last time I saw them?”

“How did thg look?

Y/n gulped, “Great. Kirishima was hurt a bit but I got him medicine. They were fine when I left though.”

“Where did you meet them?

“First my cabin,” She stated the story at the beginning and tried to not stare at his lips as he processed what she had to say. She wanted him to sing to her more.

im so tired holy fuck

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itsgryffindor-fanfics · 4 years ago

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Being taken Care Of (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Warnings: um fluff this is pre- COVID

I woke up feeling dizzy and a little queasy. I crawled out of bed and got dressed before slowly walking myself to the kitchen trying to keep my world from spying.

“Y/N you okay?” Sam asked once I made it to the kitchen doorway

Bucky Steve and Tony were gone on a mission and wouldn’t be back til later in the day.

“Yeah Sam jus a little dizzy is all.” I told him stumbling to a chair

“I’ll make you some toast and a glass of water. Then I’m taking you to medbay.” Sam decided

“No! I’m fine just a little vertigo.” I said coughing when I smelled his eggs

“Just a little vertigo? Not sick to your stomach?” He questioned “Robocop’ll have my ass if your sick and I knew about and didn’t do anything about.”

“Okay fine!” I sighed and laid my head on the cool table

I closed my eyes for a second and heard the sink turn on

“Hey Sam Y/N” Natatsha’s voice made me open my eyes and slowly sit up

“Morning.” I mumbled

“Woah no.” Nat narrowed her eyes at me as the water in the sink shut off

“Water for the lady.” Sam sat a glass in front of me.

Nat stepped forward and felt my forward. “Someone’s got a fever.”

“No.” I groaned

“Yes.” Nat nodded

“Great Nat Take her on down to the medbay to see Banner would ya?” Sam asked

“Sure. Come on you.” Nat helped me up

“But I don’t wanna move.” I whined

“I know. I know.” Nat said

I pouted and shuffled my feet all the way to the elevator.

I leaned back against the wall and closed my eyes.

“Closing you eyes will make you dizzy.” Nat said

“I’m already dizzy Nat.”

Once we got to the medbay I sat down on a bed and Nat went to find Bruce. My phone buzzed in my pocket.

Bucky: morning doll on our way home see you in about an hour.

I quickly typed out I miss you and hit send and laid my phone down.

Bruce and Nat came into the room.

“Okay Y/N Natatsha says you have a fever and you’re dizzy.”

“And I feel like I’m going to puke.” I added

“Have you had the flu shot this year?” He asked

“No”

“Im gonna run the test to see if you’ve got the flu.” Bruce sighed

“If you have to.” I bit back a whine

“I’m sorry.” Bruce smiled sympatheticly

Bruce disappeared from the room

“Did you tell Barnes you’re sick?” Nat asked

“Not yet. I’m waiting to see what it is. He’ll ask.” I sighed

Nat nodded as Bruce came back with the test kit.

“You know how this goes don’t you?” He sighed

“Yeah.”

Bruce stuck the q-tip thing up my nose and put in the a baggie before.

“We’ll know In just a few minutes. I’ll be back.” He said

He disappeared again

My phone buzzed Bucky was calling. Great

I answered knowing if I didn’t Steve would call Sam.

“Hey Doll.” His voice tired

“Hey Buck.” I let myself smile

“Somethin’ wrong?” He asked

I must really be sick “I’m kinda sick.” I sighed not wanting to tell him until he was home dating the worlds most protective man was great until he was on a mission.

“How sick? Like your hurts? You’re gonna throw up? Like what kind of sick?” He demanded

“I’m dizzy I have a fever and feel like I’m gonna puke.” I told him

“Have you seen Banner about this yet?” He asked

“I’m in the middle of doing just that. He’s checking me for the flu.” I said

“Aw baby.” Bucky’s voice went soft “shut the hell up stark she’s sick! Sorry ‘bout that doll Tony’s just being himself.”

“How far away are you?” I asked

“About half an hour give or take. But listen I want you to go on back to bed. Rest. I’ll bring you something to try to eat when I come in.” Bucky told me

“Okay Buck. Let me get off the phone and find out if I have the flu.”

“Okay. See ya soon”

“Okay.” I hung up and sat my phone down

Bruce came back “you’re negative for the flu Y/N It must just be a stomach bug. You need to rest. And hydrate.”

“Nat can you help me back to my room?” I asked

“Sure.” Nat smiled

Once we made it to my room and thanked Nat and went to changed back into my pjs. I crawled back into bed after set my phone on the nightstand. I closed my eyes and drifted off.

I woke up to the sound of the door closing and the smell of food which made me cough.

“Hey you.” Bucky chuckled as I felt the bed dip under his weight. He was still in his Tatical gear from the mission.

I rolled over to face him. The smell of the food and the vertigo be dammed I missed my Bucky.

His baby blues were full of worry.

“Hey Bucky” I tried to smile

“Have you eaten?” He asked

“No.” I sighed “just the smell of food makes me sick.”

“Hm. How about you try to hold down some toast? If you can’t then I’ll have Steve run and get some of the popsicles you like so much.” Bucky offered.

“I’ll try.” I shrugged and sat up

“Here.” Bucky handed me a plate with two slices of toast “Eat as much as you can.”

I nodded and took a bite. I ate about half a piece of toast before I couldn’t eat anymore.

I gave Bucky the plate and he sat it on the nightstand.

I leaned on Bucky’s arm. “How was the mission?”

“It went well. I’m just happy to be home.” He told me wrapping his arm around me.

“Bucky, My tummy don’t feel good.” I whined

“I know Baby.” He rubbed my back “Do you wanna try taking a bath?”

“Nuh uh. Don’t wanna move.” I told him.

“Okay Doll. You don’t have to move.” Bucky kissed my forehead “still got a fever.”

“Can I take a nap?” I whispered

“After you drink some water for me.” He smiled and grabbed a glass of water from the nightstand

“Fine.” I poured and took the glass. I took a drink and gave it back.

“That’s okay for now. You can lay down my sweet girl.” Bucky told me I curled up under the covers

Bucky stood up “I’m gonna go change I’ll be right back.”

“Mkay.” I closed my eyes and waited on Bucky.

Bucky moved around the room. I heard the dresser drawer open and close. I heard Bucky tatical suit hit the floor with a soft thud a couple minutes before the bed dipped under his wieght again.

His arms slipped around my waist again his bare chest warm against my back. “I’m here now my doll.”

“Yay” I smiled weakly

“Sleep. Then we’ll see how you feel.” He said simply

I sighed contently against my pillow and drifted off.

I woke up with a start and my stomach lurked

“Baby?” Bucky’s sleepy voice came from my left

“Gonna puke” I coughed and got up ran to the bathroom.

“Uh oh.” Bucky said

I hit my knees infront of the toilet and emptied my stomachs contents into it.

Bucky kneeled next to me holding my hair back. I sat up slowly.

“Feeling better?” Bucky asked

”Definitely” I nodded.

Bucky made me lean on him and he rubbed my back.

“I think it’s bath time.” Bucky said to me “but first let me check your fever.”

Bucky kissed my forehead. “Fever gone.”

“Yay.” I smiled

“I’m gonna go grab you one of my t shirts and your underwear.” Bucky started to stand up

“Mkay Stand up” i sighed

Bucky went to the room.

I got up and turned on the water in the bathtub.

Bucky came back in the door way with a red T-shirt and a pair of my white panties. “I’ll wait out here for you.”

“Okay.” I took the clothes and Bucky closed the door.

I put the clothes on edge of the sink and striped . I got in the tub and shut the water off. I washed my hair and body got out.

I dryed off and got dressed and opened the door.

Bucky was laying on the bed on his side reading a book. He looked up at me and smiled. “Bedtime?”

“Yeah.” I nodded and walked towards the bed and crawled into the bed.

Bucky sat the book back on his nightstand and laid on his back. “C’mere.”

He pulled me onto his chest and pulled the blankets up.

“Thank you Buckabear.”

“For what?” He asked tightening his arm around my waist

“Making sure I’m always taken care of.” I smiled Putting my cheek against his chest.

“You’re welcome my love.” He chuckled

Bucky’s metal hand griped my hip softly comforting me.

I closed my eyes letting my hand rest on his hip.

“Night night Buck.”

“G’night Y/N I love you.”

“I Love you too.”

#bucky barnes fluff #fluffy bucky #bucky barnes imagines #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x y/n

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katsukikitten · 5 years ago

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Ready Set COOK!

A/N have this random ass fic I cranked out cause I watched some food network. I hope you all enjoy this as much as I did writing it!

"Y/N is arguable the best cook in the dorms." Mina says salivating over the thought of dinner as 1A figures out what they are going to try to convince you to make.

"Tch. Yea fucking right. I cook the best!" Bakugou chimes in suddenly flipping through the channels with fever.

"Ha!" You laugh dryly, "Maybe when I'm having a bad day."

He grinds his teeth as he glares at you, channel surfing forgotten.

"Let's settle this." He snarls although he barely moves from his lounging position.

"How do you declare we do that spicy boi?" A hush suddenly falls over the room at your most recent and his most hated nickname.

Explosions threaten to pop but the TV blares before he can.

"THIS WEEK ON COOK OFF!"

"OH OH!" Kirishima pipes in, jumping up to point at the TV frantically.

"Fuck no." Bakugou bites out, sending daggers the red heads way.

"Oh come on Bakugou it will be fun!" He whines only to be shut down again. This time with an explosion. The hot head jumps to his feet with smoking hands.

"I SAID FUCK NO!"

"Why? Too scared you'll get your ass kicked?" You prompt, looking at your nails as you speak. He stalks your way leaning over you as you sit on the couch.

"I'm too scared you'll lose so badly you'll have to commit seppuku to regain your honor." The tension is palpable in the large living room, making some of the students feel small from its weight.

"Oh so you admit you worry about me?" You say in your most flirtatious voice, placing your hand onto his shoulder because you love to get under his skin. He jerks back with crazed eyes.

"I don't give a fuck about any of you extras!"

"Good! Now we need judges. Todoroki?" You ask but Bakugou shakes his head.

"His palette is as expanded as a fucking toddler's." The ash blonde shakes his head, "Mother fucker eats cold soba for breakfast lunch AND dinner."

"Ouch." An invisible arrow pierces the two toned boy in the chest.

"Well..." You look around the room, "It can't be biased..."

"Deku? Oh no wait then you'll use him as an *excuse* when you lose." You giggle, his cheeks burn from the sound.

"Fuck you and fuck Deku." He snarls, "What about Shinso?"

"Aaahh that's a good one. He hates everyone equally." You chime in, placing your hand in your chin as you look over your peers.

"Wow glad you noticed." He rolls his amethyst eyes although he does not object.

"Oh Denki!" You point at the electric

"OMG YES MY TIME TO SHINE BABY!" He fists his hands into the pants of your legs, so happy to be included.

"NO! Not pikachu! His brain is FRIED!" Bakugou snarls and Denki let's out a sad 'hey' while a crocodile tear rolls down his cheek.

"Yes, that's what would make him the best wild card! You'll never know what he's gonna think!" You absentmindedly let your hand pet over the curve of his skull.

Part of you wonders if suggesting him is a bad idea. Your eyes flicker to the TV just to see someone asking the sweating chefs what they are planning.

"Kirishima can be the host!" You say with excitement, "Now we just need one more judge. Someone who likes to eat."

Silence settles over the room aside from the now low roar of the TV

"I've got it!" Your new ruby eyed host pipes in, "I'll ask Sun Eater senpai!"

"He's so meek. How are you going to get him to agree?" You ask as a some what devilish smile crosses his face.

"Oi, I forgot you came in after. Poor guy got pestered by shitty hair until he said yes to taking him to his agency." Bakugou crosses his arms.

"We'll compete tomorrow! I've got to prepare!" You stare after Kirishima who runs to get his phone, you cant see him bullying someone into helping him.

×××××××××

You had never been proven more wrong as you stand in the dorms over sized kitchen in front of the panel of judges.

Shinso who looks bored, Denki who reminds you of a kid hopped up on sugar and a petrified Tamaki.

"Welcome chefs!" Kirishima announces, it's funny how quickly he made the kitchen look much like the studio. Even forcing you and Bakugou into real chef jackets while Kirishima wears one of his suits.

"Oi, you really went all out." He growls, somehow making the compliment sound like an insult. You roll your eyes before you let them linger over Bakugou. Much like you he wears the black jacket with the sleeves rolled to the elbows, he has a towel resting over a broad shoulder.

Somehow this outfit makes your cheeks burn. You swallow, looking out over the "live" audience, aka class 1A with every chair they could find in the dorm piled into the smallest part of the kitchen.

Sitting on the edges of their seats.

"Today the two of you will be placed head to head agaisnt one another to become UA's top chef!" Kirishima announces with gusto even earning a small cheer from the audience.

"Tonights prize does not only include bragging rights BUT this!" He gestures widely to the obviously paper mache trophy, Bakugou snorts.

"Really? You could have asked Momo over there?" He points in the dark and Kirishima blushes a bit. Although he is saved as Momo walks towards the front, not breaking the attire with her long sleep dress that looks more like a ball room gown. Kirishima thanks her silently before punching the old trophy off with the new one.

"Who will when this amazing trophy and the title of UA's top chef?" Kirishima looks to the audience before adding, "Let's find out!"

"Contestants, today's challenge is broken down into three parts. Appetizer, entree and dessert! The three dishes must meld flawlessly with one another! You have ten minutes to look over the ingredients and come up with a meal plan. Starting.....now!"

The two of you jump, pulling open at the two large fridges behind you to be met with an array of vegetables and meats.

"Are they like timed?" Shinso asks, as he twirls his fork.

"Good question, Shinso. Yes each portion of the competition will be timed!"

As you begin to put together your game plan you rush towards the pantry. Fear making you hesitate, the pantry was mostly empty just yesterday.

"Oi! Open the fucking door!" A yell behind you before you rip open the cabinet with blatant rage.

Surprisingly the pantry is popping at the seams, ingredients pop out at you that you hastily grab.

"Chefs your time is up! You have fifteen minutes to begin prepare your first dish! GO!"

Excitement pushes your body into motion as you slice bacon strips down the middle. Your thoughts compete with the vigorous chopping from the station next to you as you delicately wrap sliced puff pastry around the now bacon wrapped asparagus.

"Chef Bakugou what are you preparing?"

"Use your fucking eyes." He growls, adding something to a bowl.

"Hey..." Kirishima sounds crestfallen, almost hurt and its hurt enough for Katuski to sigh.

"Alright alright. I'll tell you. Stop pouting!" He chops into a radish harshly to emphasize his point before going on.

"I believe its important to go a little on the lighter side for a starter. Almost refreshing cleanses the palette." Your ears perk at his deep voice as you pull your starter from the oven, "So I'm making a radish and cucumber salad with rice vinager and chili flakes for a small kick."

"It looks wonderful chef!" Kirshima comments before adding, "Five minutes to plate!"

"Shit..." You hiss to yourself as you delicately arrange your asparagus twists, while popping hands roast sesame seeds in an instant before tossing them into the salad.

The two if you plate, arrange and present until kirishima finally shouts

"TIMES UP! STEP AWAY FROM THE PLATES!" Both of you back away with raised hands.

"First up. Y/N-chan." Kirishima says happily as the judges look over their food.

Shinso takes a bite first.

"Flavorful. Savory. Its delicious." Is all he offers as he eats his second.

"Kaminari?" Kirishima prompts. Denki is smiling ear to ear before a rare seriousness washes over his features as he chews.

"I dont like asparagus." He states with a harsh tone.

"IM FUCKED!" You scream internally.

"But you've made me like it."

"IM UNFUCKED!"

Kaminari takes another bite, thinking it over

"The puff pastry is airy and buttery and surprisingly the bacon is crispy without your vegetable drying out. Very well done."

You glance at Bakugou who mouths

"Is he fucking Gorden Ramsey now?" To which you giggle.

"Tamaki senpai, please do not judge on usefulness for your quirk but by taste." Kirishima encourages as Tamaki almost shrinks away. He takes a bite before smiling.

"I..its delicious. Togata would enjoy this."

"Next up Bakugou!"

"Nice kick, cool cuc flavor. I like it." Shinso nods to Bakugou as he makes a mark in on the pad provided.

"Honestly, Chef Katsuki. I was really worried about the heat level when I saw your heavy handed toss of pepper flakes into the salad. But the flakes really bring out the tang of the rice vinager, the smoky flavor of the sesame seed while the radish and cucumber take the edge away *just* enough." Kaminari says before taking another bite, scribbling as he chews.

This time Bakugou looks to you and you laugh aloud at his bewildered scarlet eyes.

"Just got with it!" You call from your station. Struggling to keep your giggle.

Who knew confusion could look so cute?

"Its just the right amount of spice. Togata would enjoy this."

"Take your station, Katsuki as we will now begin the main course. You have thirty five minutes to prepare!"

Time ticks by faster than you'd like as your watched pot of water finally boils. You add in chopped golden potatoes setting a timer before butter flying your chicken breasts for a more even cook and better grilled sear.

Bakugou works furiously with his steak, pounding at it to quickly tenderize it, adding an aromatic garlic herb butter to a heated pan. He swirls the melting blob until it coats the bottom of the pan.

Both of you are about to start your meats before Kirishima breaks your concentration.

"Chefs! I've found an ingredient you HAVE to incorporate into your main dish." He presents a rectangular package that has you seething.

"KIRISHIMA WHAT THE FUCK?!" You both yell in unison, slamming your meats on your cutting boards.

"Dry packs of ramen noodles!" He announces in case either of you couldn't read the damn packaging!

"What the fuck?" Is all the two of you can say as you're tossed the package of ramen noodles. You stare at your dish, you couldn't easily shift your meal plan into Asian like Bakugou could thanks to his universal salad. The dishes had to be cohesive and you had fucking POTATOES BOILING TO BE MASHED

You stare almost stunned as the red rectangle stares back at you.

You hated ramen.

Meanwhile Bakugou grumbles to himself as he slices his steak into thin strips, adding ginger, a bit of sesame seed oil, green onion and some beef broth to boil.

He tosses in the package of ramen.

"This is cheap shit." He grumbles to himself before adding the steak in a few moments later slamming a lid onto the pan. He was lucky he picked a deep pan as opposed to his original idea of a shallow one.

"Half of the time is remaining chefs!"

"Perfect!" You slam your fist into your palm as you make haste. Quickly grabbing eggs, milk, flour and the food processor.

You begun to crush the noodles until they become a fine grain.

"Eji do we have to use the stupid flavor packet?"

"Fucking why would you ask?!" Bakugou snarls your way, ruby red eyes slide to the panel.

"Judges?"

"No." They answer in unison and you both sigh in relief. For you it would have been hard to incorporate to your sudden idea of fried chicken while the flavoring would be too salty and undercut the flavor building he had done for his dish.

You mash your potatoes, adding in garlic cloves, cubes of butter, a bit of season salt all before emulsifying it to a whipped state.

"Five minutes chefs!"

You begin to really sweat now, you didnt want to rush your chicken for fear of the batter not becoming crispy enough or worse yet an undercooked breast.

"Three minutes chefs!"

"Fuck! Cook chicky cook!" You mumble to the fryer, scarlet eyes shift to your bouncing frame, plating his own food, swiping juices that splatter.

"Come on plate damn it! It's done!" He shouts to you.

"You *do* care!" You tease, although your heart is in your throat as you place the chicken onto the plate, drizzling a honied mustard over the breasts.

"Like hell. It's just winning by default is boring. I want to watch them spit your food out." His voice comes out soaking in malice but his eyes say otherwise. Mischief and excitement dance along his scarlet iris.

"AND TIME!" You both step away from your plates. Breathing heavily as the two of you look down at your master pieces.

Bakugou places his hand on the small of your back to guide you in front of the panel as Kirishima grabs your dishes.

"Bakugou you're up first."

"This is not thirty cent ramen." Is all Shinso says as he slurps up the noodles before biting into the beef. No one misses his eyes flutter.

"Wow." Is all Kaminari can say chewing with delight, "Just wow. I would have thought the noodles were homemade. The beef is tender, all cooked evenly. The sauce flavorful, a hit of ginger and I'm surprised you hadn't added any heat. I would have loved to have seen a five alarm ramen from you."

Bakugou grinds his teeth to keep from shouting at his last remark.

"Togata would enjoy this."

"I'll be sure to make him a to go plate." Kirishima winks before presenting your dish.

"I never would have thought to use ramen as breeding." Purple eyes glitter as he devours the chicken.

"Me either. Its excellently light, you matured everyone's favorite honey mustard by making it with a sharper brown mustard and the potatoes are soft, beautifully whipped and garlicy!"

"This is 'southern food?'" Tamaki asks, "Togata would like it."

You smile warmly.

"Last round chefs! You'll have forty five minutes to prepare a dessert with *this* ingredient." He holds up a green can and your stomach sinks.

"Is that fucking wasabi?" Bakugou snarls, even the heat king is stunned.

"Yes chef it is. Please incorporate this ingredient into your dish. Starting...NOW!"

You stare at the green can. What in the actual fuck? Maybe you should have made a menu more geared towards Asian cuisine.

I mean you were in FUCKING JAPAN AFTER ALL.

You snatch onto the can, now was not the time to damn yourself. You could do this. You could beat Bakugou!

Even if it killed you.

You decided to taste it, youd never actually had it, just knew that it was potent.

"That's too much idiot!" Bakugou yells from his station just as your about to put a heaping teaspoon into your mouth.

"Like scoop with a chop stick." He says, showing you himself. His chopstick dips into the wasabi to return with the smallest of green.

You mimic him, popping it into your mouth as instant regret washes over you as you try to break down the components of the flavor.

It was hot with underlying notes of freshness, almost herbal as the heat began to fade.

But with that regret comes an idea.

You work vigorously grabbing all the chocolate you can find before making a batch of brownies, wasabi mixed into the batter.

Nothing was more southern than cake or a brownie.

"I'll fucking tell you what..." You finish the thought aloud as you worked.

All the while Bakugou glances to you with concerned eyes before he measures out the perfect amount of coconut milk to reduce with almond milk, a split vanilla pod, some sugar, honey and wasabi powder.

Soon his odd mixture becomes fragrant, the freshness of it competing with the richness of baking brownies.

Time ticks by too quickly as you snatch the wasabi powder from Bakugou adding the smallest amount to powdered sugar, cocoa and milk as you make the frosting to your brownies.

You feel like you're ahead of time as your plate, eyes looking over to Bakugou who is garnishing ramekins with edible flowers and flakes of coconut.

"Fuck." You murmur before pipping on some icing. Smoothing it out with a knife. Plating it as Kirishima obnoxiously counts down.

"Time!" He yells. You're shaking before glancing at Bakugou who seems nervous himself. Again he guides you to the panel, you lean into him for a bit of support.

Your heart was racing, sweat still dripping down the nape of your neck and beading on your brow.

You couldn't tell who's dishes they favored and there was a chance you could very well lose.

You'd hate to admit but Bakugou's station smelt fucking amazing all night.

"Y/N!" Kirishima smiles a wide tooth smile, "Wasabi brownies. Interesting."

"You mean fucking fire." Shinso says.

"Its astounding how the chocolate adds to the heat with out one overpowering the other. A delicate scale was balanced today."

You find Bakugou's hand by his side. giving it a squeeze to keep yourself form laughing. He leans towards you and whispers into your ear.

"Bet you're regretting adding Flavor Town onto the board."

A giggle escapes your lips that drives Katuski mad.

"Togata would love this! Please save a square for him!"

The judges cleanse their palates before moving into Bakugou's dessert.

"So delicate." Shino adds, looking down at the purple flowers.

"Watch it." He bites but you again squeeze his hand, this time whispering to him

"That means he likes it. You did an amazing job plating."

He watches you smile as you drink in their comments about *his * dish.

"I like that you start and finish things with a refreshing yet memorable dish. The edible flowers add immense color to this dish, the wasabi heightens the sweetness of the honey and the coconut flakes add a little bit of both crunch and depth. Excellent."

"So pretty..." Tamkai stares at his dessert before adding a small bite into his mouth. His eyes flutter and you know then that you've lost.

That's two different judges with different meals that he has impressed. He squeezes your hands, you look up to him expecting a smug smile only to see nervousness.

"The judges will now debate. Please sit in the waiting room while they discuss who will be UA's top chef!"

"Where the fuck is that?" The blonde snarls.

"The living room!" He whispers as you drag an agitated Bakugou with you.

The two of you sit in silence, sinking into the couches with tired bodies.

Adrenaline can do that to you. Minutes tick by before you sigh out.

"I'm pretty sure you won. You..." You gush, "Amazing. That salad looked so damn good!"

Katuski cannot help the smile that spreads across his face as he watches you sing his praises.

"Honestly your southern dishes were something new to them. That's far better and seriously ramen as a breeding? Innovative as fuck." He sags in the couch closer to you. The two of you half fighting over who really one by pointing out the best moves the other did.

Gradually gravitating closer to one another with heatedexcitement fueled by friendly competition. The two of you are butting foreheads as you argue.

"But the flowers were stunning...." The vigor in your tone dies down as you stare into something else that else stunning.

Scarlet eyes sparkle like gems in the low light of the side table lamps. Suddenly you are hyper aware of your proximity to him. You try to scoot back only for your hip to hit the arm of the couch, barely moving a centimeter. You were safely nestled between the couch and his amazingly muscular arms.

Bakugou swallows his desire as he drinks you in this close, having never realizing how pretty you actually were.

Add that to your ability to kick ass on the battle field and in the kitchen had Bakugou looking at you in a whole new light. He seems to choke on his desire as one strong hand finds the nape of your neck.

"I bet nothing tastes as delicious as your lips." He says before pressing his own to yours.

The saying alone has your body flushed and a small whimper erupts in the back of your throat as you closed your eyes.

Shit.

You liked arrogant, smart mouthed, excellent chef handsome ass Bakugou.

And now that you've tasted him, you'll never want to eat anything else again.

You kiss him back with matched passion and the two of you forget about the competition for a moment. Foot steps had the two of you breaking apart, cheeks burning brighter than the boy's hair whose entered the living room just missing everything.

"They are ready to announce the winner." He turns on his heel, expecting the two of you to follow. Both of you share a look before standing. Bakugou wraps his arm around your waist pulling you close to him so he can whisper in the cockiest tone he can muster.

"After they announce me as winner. Let me make you dessert."

@we-starlight-in-the-making @kiribakuho @babybakuu @zbops @crimsondream-1 @alwaysmy crazy ass did it. I made the fic I wanted

#bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #bnha x reader #bnha imagine #bnha crack #bnha fanfiction #bnha fun #bnha cook #katuski bakugou #bakugou #katsuki bakugou #bakugou katsuki #bakugou fluff #bakugou x you

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skinnyghosttears · 4 years ago

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April 30, 2021

2:03 am

Aaaah I wanna weight myself so bad and my stomach is begging for food how am I supposed to sleep?????

8:08 am

I woke up almost 2 hours ago, I feel hunger pain but I want to wait for my mother to leave before I weight myself.

11:28 am

I fell asleep again, god I feel in pain today after yesterday walk. I walked for 11km and 8 of them were under the rain, so I hope I didnt catch a fever or something.

Im 60,05kg rn, I hoped for see 59 again but I mean, My lower weight is 59,85 (and it was last friday, so in one week I did a 3 days binge streak with over 3000/4000kcal each day and I somehow managed to get back to my almost lower weight. I should be proud of me (obv not because of the binge, I was with no control).Maybe I'll let myself to prepare something like the pancakes I made a couple of days ago but for the afternoon, or maybe I'll check if I have something that doesnt go over 100kcal so I can still stay under 500 today (my plan is at 410 rn).

2:12 pm

59,9kg???? God Im so happy??? I maybe will add some fruit then, maybe a banana that I can eat with the pancakes. Tomorrow I'll do strawberry ice cream and I legit cant wait, thats the perfect reward for how I did good this week.

7:33 pm

I went to the store with mom and I bought a pizza that has less than 700kcal, I want to eat it tomorrow since Im tired of watch my family eat the one my mom makes (its really good, but I cant count calories of it so I always eat something else), Im just not sure if I'll eat all of it or just half, I'll decide tomorrow. I reached 765kcal today, and Im really sad even if its a good number. Idk if I'll add something else after the soup I planned.

Im really sad because Im really craving food but Im scared af.

9:02 pm

I ate more. I was cooking for my parents and they went to the kitchen, tey start to say that "I lost a lot of weight, that Im vanishing, that I have to stop now, that Im so skinny rn" and my father made me do a 360° spin. I felt so embarassed, and then I came back crying watching food cooking, and I ended up earung more because of sadness. Im gonna exercise until I'll burn 1000kcal before bed, I feel so disgusting and awful.

11:50 pm

Burned 1000kcal, showered, planned the next days meals. Tomorrow I will not eat the entire pizza if the number on the scale will be higher for lunch time. The part I will not eat will be sunday lunch. I didnt drink water at all today so I know tomorrow number can be a lie, but I feel so bad rn. I will exercise tomorrow too btw.

I know I should be happy because today I went out wearing my favourite jeans without problems but Im still... not skinny enough.

#ana #thinspiration #thinspo #thin #skinny #ed #eating disorder #eating problems #eating diary

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nctrenjunie · 5 years ago

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Heatwaves~ Jaehyun!Doctor X Reader

Author: Sera

Genre: Smut

Comment: YES, finally after losing it I had to rewrite it all :(( I literally have to wake up in less than 2hours ughh.

Request: I hope you´ll like it!!! <3

You felt kind of hypnotized by the bad feeling that followed you throughout the whole week now. The idea of overworking the past weeks so you can rest now, lingered now only as a regret in your head since catching a cold and having to move to your doctor wasn't really what you would like to call a relaxing break.

The pumping feeling of your headache drove you insane as you tried to cope with the intense lack of sleep that started to roll in now whilst you were waiting for your name to be called. Besides how weak you felt you were sure that you must have had a fever, judging by the big sweater you were wearing under the winter jacket that you usually only took out at the end of the year. And even tho you were packed in thousands of layers, the coldness of your body was also one of the symptoms under which you were suffering right now.

You tried to keep your eyelids open, looking around the room as you fixated your gaze on a boring graphic sketch of a boat, under pressing the loud coughs that you thought you cured earlier with the sweet anti cough syrup you swallowed before making your way a few blocks down to your doctors praxis.

It seemed peaceful at first, just as if you were in the eye of an hurricane, the waves you were swimming in, trying to get somewhere or maybe to someone. The tranquil ciel waves changed abruptly into aggressive crimson blue ones, almost drowning you into the cold atmosphere as you tried to maintain yourself over water keeping your eyes out for any kind of salvation. It's so cold. You heard your name being called. Looking at the direction, a small boat fell into your sight. You couldn't really distinguish the face of the person on it until the boat neared you. You tried to concentrate, trying to find out who this familiar looking man with a still blurred face was whilst he already gripped your arms to pull you out of the water on the boat. The sky started to brighten again, the storm ending as the familiar stranger pulled you up. “Don't worry I'll keep you warm Y/N.”

“Y/N, Miss Y/N.”

You woke up, looking around the waiting room you must've fallen asleep in. The woman at the receptor called out your name again, getting no response until you abruptly stood up coughing out a small “yes”. Clearly trying to maintain her smile she accompanied you to the room, leaving you alone to wait for a doctor you knew all to good. You sat down on the medbed rubbing your hand over your upper arms to try and keep yourself as warm as you felt at the end of your small dream.

“ So, Miss Y/N. How are we feeling today?”

The silence that lived in the room died down as Doctor Jungs voice brought his bright voice to shine. Looking up you got greeted by his beautiful smile on the familiar face you haven't visited for long. Trying to speak up you coughed out two or three times before answering his questions.

“Why so formal Doctor Jung....”

You started to smile, trying to stay awake. Laughing out of nowhere. Jaehyun, who you've known since a long time joined in by your laughter until he looked at you worried, stopping as you started to cough out again. Taking a break you kept on talking.

“ I've got a headache. My throat hurts and I think I have fever...Jaehyun, I mean doctor give me something.”

“Didn't I tell you to take better care last time? You overwork yourself and then give me work to heal you again? Am I your dad or what?”

You looked at him through your slightly opened eyes as he moved some things on the desk. The white rolled up sleeves of his medcoat left the perfect view of his veiny underarms, leading your eyes down to his beautiful perfect hands that were typing some things on the keyboard. You closed your eyes, seeing pitch black as you took another break before speaking up again.

“You can be if you...I mean, Im so sleepy, and so cold. Just give some pills and nose spray so I can go home and rest. At least there's warm; it's freezing cold in here.”

“Don't worry Y/N, I can keep you warm if you want.”

You fastly opened your eyes, noticing the deep voice against your ear. You looked into his eyes, now realizing that he was in fact, standing between your legs, one hand against the wall you were leaning on whilst sitting on the medbed. Jaehyuns eyes kept contact with yours as his hand creeped up your leg as same as the warm feeling in your body that you were longing for almost the whole week. No words were exchanged as Jaehyun moved his one hand from the wall to cup your right cheek as he pressed his soft hot lips against your cold ones. You closed your eyes, going in for the kiss deepening the make out session Jaehyun just started. His plump lips were moving slowly against yours, like waves, biting on your under lip sometimes or intertwining his tongue with yours whilst he pressed his thumb against your neck. The purposely hot breaths he left out between the steamy make out session left you craving for more as he filled you with new energy to waste on lust and pleasure. Whilst his mouth was working on heating you up his other hand went down, helping the other one that was already working on taking of all the layers of your body.

Your winter jacket was the first one to go and then the big sweater that gave Jaehyun's lips the access to leave butterfly kisses on your neck. You panted out by every layer that went its way on the floor. The white medcoat he wore joined your clothes on the clean floor before jaehyun pulled you aggressively closer, putting one hand on your neck and the other one on your waist, embracing your body with his warm broad shoulders as you felt the outline of his abs against your already naked torso.

You moaned out, not keeping down the loud way you panted out his name as his right hand went down over your breast to your already heated pussy. You threw your head in your neck, giving his other hand better access to feel your pulse with two fingers that was pumping hectically against them, leaving him satisfied.

He would love to see this from another perspective. Your closed eyes only opening themselves to roll back from the ecstasy whilst his one hand was working his magic on your neck. His lips muffling down your loud moans he wants to keep only for himself. His already throbbing out boner leaving a big bulge in his work pants while his other hand was already working magic deep inside of you, making you ready for what's to come.

“Fuck, you love that right? Getting fingered on a medbed making everything wet? You're so dirty baby. Don't worry baby, im gonna make you feel even warmer. Right, you want that? You want to be fucked good to get back on track?”

Jaehyun kept teasing you, taking his fingers out of you to grope at your inner thigh, his lips speaking out dirty words whilst biting hard on your neck, making your roll back your eyes. He bobbed his hand two or three times over his already freed member before positioning it against your hole, waiting for your answer. You tried to form out an answer, feeling the tip of his dick already poking against your entrance.

“Jae..fuck yes please...please just fuck me and do your job.”

You gasped out, trying to scream out his name as he pumped into you, holding down your hips to keep you from moving. Insane pants were filling the room, your nails digging into his veiny under arms and his hand moving up into your hair, gripping it and moving your head to get a better access on your neck to leave love bites on it.

“Fuck, fuck...don't stop jae, I'm almost there.”

Listening to your erotic words Jaehyun fastened the pace, fucking you into oblivion until waves of heat crashed over you as he came into you, joining you into the crimson blue ocean of sexual euphoria. Your almost closed eyes closed, leaving you to look into the pitch black nothing.

The warm body that just kept you warm seemed to be disappeared as you woke up from your dream. Opening your eyes you were met by the bright clinical light and a half amused and half aroused Jaehyun, sitting on a chair before you. Noticing now that you must've fallen asleep you averted your ashamed gaze from his, hiding behind the big layers you were wearing.

“Well you felt so exhausted Y/N, you just fell asleep. I hope you had a good dream, at least it seemed like this.”

Jaehyun's chuckle didn't really hide the big smile that was plastered over his face as he made his way over to you. Pulling down the fabric that you had covered your head with, he put his lips close to your ear, making you shiver shortly.

“Don't worry i'm gonna do my job and make sure you're kept warm.”

#nct smut #smut #nctu smut #nct smut blog #nct hard hours #nct127 jaehyun smut #nct u Jaehyun smut #jaehyun smut #nct127 smut #nct jaehyun smut #kpop smut blog #kpop smut #jung jaehyun smut #jung jaehyun #jung jaehyun scenarios

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dierwolves · 5 years ago

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fezco x reader; gsw

request: okay so hear me out! fez and reader(who’s rue’s cousin and a nurse) use to date in high school and they break up (you can make up the reason why cause idk) and the reader is moving back to town with leslie (rue’s mom). then one day rue is hanging out at fez’s house where something’swrong between him and mouse and mouse shoots fez but he didn’t wanna go to the hospital so rue calls her cousin( the reader) to help and when she/he gets there they realize that they still have feelings for each other

notes: hope this is what you wanted!!!

“Hey Rue. What’s up?”

“Y/N, come to Fez’s house right now please?”

“Why? If this is another excuse to get us together-”

“I swear it’s not! Please, hurry! And bring whatever you need to treat a bullet wound!”

“To- what the hell? Rue?!”

The line went dead. You quickly managed to put everything you needed in a bag and rushed to the car. Your breath had quickened and your palms were sweating. You knew you were in no condition to drive but it’s not like you had a choice. You assumed it was Fez who was hurt, it wouldn’t have been Rue on the phone if it was her. Jesus, why couldn’t they have normal problems like any other teenagers?! She should be dealing with a failed exam, not with a bullet wound.

You grabbed the bag and got off the car. Rue must have seen you coming because she opened the door before you even got there.

“He’s in the sofa.” If there was one thing you would have never wanted to happen, was your high school sweetheart lying semi-unconsciously with a bullet wound on his shoulder, being taken care by 13-year-old kid and your little cousin. But alas, here you were.

“Fez, can you here me?” He moaned. Okay, he was awake. Good.

“What should we do?” Ashtray, who was holding what seemed like a very expensive t-shirt against the wound was looking at you worriedly.

“Oh, I don’t know. Taking him to the hospital, maybe?!”

“No.” Fez answered, eyes still closed. “They would ask.”

You sighed. “You really should go to the hospital. I don’t know what’s the internal damage. What if the bullet has hit an artery, or if it has broken and it’s travelled-”

“No hospitals.” He struggled to open his eyes. You were having a hard time holding back your tears. “I trust you.”

You nodded. “Alright.”

“So, what do we do?” Rue was looking at you anxiously. “Are we going to remove the bullet?”

“We? You two stay back for now and let me work. First, I will clean the wound. We’ll see from then.” You took a deep breath. This was definitely not your area of expertise, but you weren’t about to let Fezco die.

After thirty minutes of work —clean the wound, remove the bullet, close the wound— there was nothing more you could do. You had forced both Ash and Rue to leave (making sure neither of them had signs of shock). And now you were left alone with Fez.

“So,” He cleared his throat. “I’m making it?”

You looked at him, lying in that sofa, covered in blankets, eyes hardly open. You were trying to be positive, but this was one of the worst things you have had to face. There’s a reason why doctors aren’t allowed to treat relatives and loved ones. Oh, did you just say that word?

“I think so, yeah. It looks like it.”

“You don’t look too happy about it.” He looked at you with a grimace.

“Of course I’m not happy. Do you even know how dangerous a bullet wound is? Only one in five survive, that with appropriate medical attention. I’ve never been more scared in my life.”

He was looking at you in a weird way, a soft smile on his lips. “C’mere.” You sat on the floor next to the sofa. You moved your hand to his forehead. He didn’t seem to have a fever. “I didn’t know you cared that much.”

You rolled your eyes. “Don’t be stupid, you know I do. I’ve always cared.” Your hand moved to his head without noticing and started caressing his hair. He sighed contentedly. You stayed quiet for a few minutes. You looking at him, while he kept his eyes closed.

“Remember when we first hooked up?” He opened his eyes, looking at you with a spark of mischief.

“Of course I do. On Halloween. Very romantic.”

“Man, you looked hot in that nurse costume.”

“Where the hell are we going?”

“To buy weed. Now shut up!”

Your friend was dragging you around the house of some dude you didn’t know. “I’m not gonna smoke. Do you now how bad is that for your health? It affects your brain, liver lungs-”

“Please, Y/N, you don’t need to smoke, just come with me.” You sighed, but followed her to wherever she was taking you. You stopped in front of a cute guy with freckles and blue eyes. While your friend bought the weed you looked around nervously, but nobody seemed to be looking at you.

“Who’s your nervous friend?”

“Ah, this is Y/N. Y/N this is Fez. If you let her talk too much, she’ll give you a full list of the reasons why drugs are the worst.” Your friend rolled her eyes, but the guy only laughed.

“I wouldn’t mind that. Maybe she can keep me company for a while.” You friend’s eyes widened comically. You would have laughed if you weren’t sure your face looked exactly that ridiculous.

“Sure! I’ll leave you to it.” She left you alone with the cute guy without giving you time to protest.

“So, you don’t do drugs?”

“No.”

“Never?”

You shook your head.

“That’s cool. Then I know you won’t be stealing my weed.”

“No. That won’t be a problem.”

You stayed silent for a while until he talked again. “So, all this anti-drugs shit and dressed up as a nurse. You wanna be a doctor?”

You nodded. “Yeah, I hope so.”

His eyes travelled from your cleavage to the black heels and back to your eyes. “Maybe you can help me with these pains I’ve been having...”

It was a pathetic pick up line. Still, 30 minutes later, you found yourself legs wide open while Fez pounded on you on some random bathroom you both had stumbled upon. You thought it was a nice hook up with a cute guy, but you woke up with a text from him the next day:

hey, im fez

the dude from last night (idk how much u drank so just in case)

want to hang out today?

wearing the nurse costume again would be a nice touch

“You don’t happen to keep that costume, right? For old time’s sake.”

“If we have sex now, the wound will re-open and you’ll die. So, no.” He had his playful smile back, and aside from being relieved about him feeling better, it also made you feel certain things.

“Well, when I’m feeling better...”

“Fez, we are not having this conversation right now.”

“C’mon, Y/N. Why not? We ain’t kids no more. You like me and I like you. What’s the problem?”

“Do you really want to have this conversation now?” He should be sleeping, but he nodded, and you knew there was no way to convince him otherwise. “You were the one who broke up with me, Fez.”

“What was I supposed to do? You left town. I thought you were never gonna come back.”

You laughed. “Always so dramatic. Of course I was gonna come back when I finished college. I wanted to be with you. I always made that clear.” You looked at him, waiting for him to say something. “So, what now?”

“Wanna go on a date with me?”

He looked unsure, as if you hadn’t just told him you’ve been pathetically in love with him since forever. “Sure. When you’re not on the verge of death.”

He nodded. “Okay. I’m gonna sleep now.” He closed his eyes and moved around trying to find a comfortable position in the couch. “Meanwhile you can go look for that nurse costume, you know? It’d really help my recovery.”

“Sleep. Now.” With one last laugh he turned around and his breathing started to even up. You fell asleep on the floor next to him, with a smile on your lips, thinking of your upcoming date.

#fezco x reader #fezco #fezco imagine #fezco euphoria #fez #fez imagine #fez x reader #rue bennett #rue euphoria #euphoria x reader #euphoria

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hailing-stars · 5 years ago

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blankets and brain melting fevers

Remember when I was all, all my irondad bingo fics are going to be post-endgame fix-its?? well this one is pre-infinity war, because I never know what im talking about

Summary: Tony jumps into dad mode when he figures out Peter stayed home from school sick and tries to take care of him.

Whump: Fever

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Peter was lying face down on his bed, buried in covers, burning up but also shivering, when Mr. Stark started knocking on the front door. He knew it was Mr. Stark, without a doubt, from his frantic, erratic heartbeat, and from the way the pounding got louder and more demanding the longer Peter tried to ignore it.

He groaned, crawled out from under his pile of blankets, and tossed his legs over the side of the bed, losing balance and almost faceplanting into the carpet as he did. He steadied himself, stood up, then dragged his feet out of his room and through the hallway.

Mr. Stark had been in mid-knock when Peter answered the door. He paused, then dropped his hand, eventually using it to support the brown paper bag he had cradled in the opposite arm.

“Hey Mr. Stark,” said Peter. His voice came out raspy and weak, and his throat ached with every syllable. “What are you doing here?”

He held up the brown paper bag. “I got an alert that you weren’t at school today, then aunt hottie told me you were sick, so I brought soup.”

Mr. Stark blew past him, entering the apartment without permission, and leaving Peter with his hand on the door, staring dumbly into the empty hallway and trying to figure out how and why Tony Stark got alerts when he didn’t show up to school.

“You made soup?” asked Peter, turning. Mr. Stark put the bag down on the dining room table and took out a few steaming containers.

“I boughtsoup.”

“Oh.”

Peter forced himself to move across the apartment again, but he collapsed into a dining room chair the first change he got. He watched with achy eyes as Mr. Stark arranged bowls and utensils, and he hoped Mr. Stark didn’t plan on forcing feeding him. Peter definitely wasn’t eating that stuff on his own, no matter what fancy restaurant Mr. Stark had got it from.

The smell made him want to gag, and if there was anything left in his stomach, he was sure he would have lost it the second Mr. Stark took the plastic lid off one of the containers.

“Peter.”

His eyes snapped back up and found Mr. Stark’s eyes. The edges of his face blurred.

“What?”

“The door,” stated Mr. Stark. Peter blinked up at him. His face came back into focus, but Peter still didn’t understand why he was saying door. “Jesus, kid, the door, you left it open.”

He turned in his chair and saw the door to his apartment, standing wide open, exactly like he left. Slowly, and with effort, Peter started to stand, but Mr. Stark pushed him back in the chair with a hand on his shoulder.

“No, stay there, I don’t want you passing out on my watch,” said Mr. Stark. “I’ll get it.”

He marched across the apartment, and when he came back to the table, pressed his hand against Peter’s forehead.

“You’re burning up,” said Mr. Stark, as he pulled back his hand and took something out from the inside pocket of his suit jacket.

“I kn-“

A thermometer was shoved in his mouth.

He leveled a glare at Mr. Stark, but clamped his mouth shut and put his tongue over the end of the thermometer, anyway. It felt like hours until the thermometer started beeping and Mr. Stark popped it out of his mouth. He squinted and frowned at whatever numbers he saw printed across the small screen.

“I don’t like how high that fever is.”

“I’m sorry?”

“You need to see a doctor.”

“What? No – no, I don’t,” Peter stammered. “I need to see my bed.”

“I’m gonna take you to the tower and have the medical staff look over you.”

“Mr. Stark…” He made his eyes big and wide. He tried to look more pathetic than he already did, but still, he could see it on Mr. Stark’s face. His dreams of going back to sleep were about to be crushed.

“No pouting,” he told him, tugging him up and out of the chair by his elbow. “Puppy dog eyes will get you nowhere if you’re dead. Come on, I’ll help you get your shoes on.”

Peter let Mr. Stark drag him back down the hallway and towards his bedroom. He complained the way. It was just a virus. It wasn’t a big deal. Mr. Stark didn’t seem to hear him. His protests fell on deaf ears.

Mr. Stark lowered him onto his bed, then looked around Peter’s messy bedroom.

“How do you find anything in here?” asked Mr. Stark. Peter replied with a shrug. “Where’s your shoes?”

He stretched out his arm and pointed towards his closet, sending Mr. Stark on his hunt. As soon as he had his back turned, Peter laid back down and burrowed under his favorite blanket, or at least, his favorite blanket to use when he was sick.

It was soft and warm and was the same blanket he’d clutched between his tiny fingers the day his parents dropped him off at Ben and May’s that time they never came back. It was the same blanket he sobbed into the night Ben took his last breath. It was red, gold and printed with a flying, cartoon Iron Man. It was safety cloaked over him, and Peter didn’t even have enough energy to care about the consequences of Mr. Stark finding out his childhood comfort object was Iron Man merch.

“Really kid?” asked Mr. Stark. He shook one of Peter’s feet. “Sit up.”

“I don’t need a doctor.” His face was smashed against his sheets, and he doubted any of those words were recognizable to anyone except him.

Mr. Stark released a breath, then Peter felt his bed dip with his weight. Before he could do anything to stop him, Mr. Stark slid his socks over his feet for him. Next came his shoes, and without much warning, a hand gripping his arm and pulling him into a sitting position.

And that was when Peter learned Mr. Stark was truly crazy, that moment he came at him with his winter coat.

He leaned back on his hands and dodged him. “Oh my god, Mr. Stark. It’s September.”

“I wouldn’t care if it were July. There’s a chill in the air and you know you don’t handle the cold well.”

A chill.

Tony Stark was standing in his bedroom, losing his mind, over a chill.

“And you’re sick,” he added.

Peter glared at him again, held out strong as long as he could before realizing Mr. Stark wouldn’t let him rest until they got this unnecessary trip over with. He stretched out his arms and let Mr. Stark help him into his coat, and that would have been enough, if it were anyone except Mr. Stark, but he wasn’t happy until Peter was wearing a hat, gloves, and a scarf.

“There,” he said, and patted his head. “Now we’re all set.”

Peter tried to deepen his glare, to turn his pathetic into something threatening, but from the way Mr. Stark’s lips twitched, he didn’t think he was very successful.

“Alrighty, let’s go get you better,” said Mr. Stark. He pealed Peter up from the bed. Before he could guide him out of the bedroom, he circled back for his Iron Man blanket. Mr. Stark gave him a raised eyebrow but didn’t make any comments.

Happy waited for them with a car out on the street outside, and once Peter and Mr. Stark were both settled into the backseat, Peter played with the window switch before giving Tony a look.

“Is this kidnapping?”

“No.”

“I don’t know, I’m being taken against my will, and May doesn’t know where I am. I think that counts.”

Mr. Stark clenched his jaw and stayed silent while the car stayed stalled outside of Peter’s apartment building. A couple of long seconds ticked by, then Mr. Stark made eye contact with Happy through the rearview mirror.

“Hogan, drive,” he said, as he took his cellphone from his pocket and called May at work on her cellphone.

“Well,” said the doctor. Peter clutched the edges of his Iron Man blanket and watched her from the bed as she peeled off her plastic gloves and tossed them into the trash can. “You’ve definitely got a sick kid.”

“What is it? What does he have?” Mr. Stark hovered over him, just inches away from the bed, and his face was comically worried. If Peter hadn’t felt so miserable, he might he laughed, because he knew exactly what the doctor was going to say before she said it.

“A virus,” she deadpanned. “He needs fluids, and rest.”

“That’s all?”

“It’ll pass on its own,” she told him. She stopped by the door on her way out and looked at Mr. Stark. “In the future, Mr. Stark, 101.1 is not a brain melting fever. It’s relatively normal.”

She left the room, off to assist in whatever the Avenger’s medical team did whenever there weren’t any hurt or sick Avengers, and Mr. Stark sunk down on the bed near Peter’s feet. Peter tried to catch Mr. Stark’s eyes, and once he had, he tried to look as smug as he could with watery eyes, a pale face and huddled underneath a blanket.

“Told you.”

Mr. Stark offered a weary sigh. “I guess you were right. I should’ve left you alone.”

“No,” Peter blurted out, the word coming before he could stop it. “Umm, just, I don’t want to be alone.”

He didn’t like being alone, but sick and alone, well that was much worse, and maybe May would’ve stayed home from work if Peter had asked her too, but he couldn’t do that. They needed the money, and he was getting too old to have a parent sit with him just because he had a basic fever.

Suddenly he was thankful for Mr. Stark’s ability to take a virus and turn it into Ebola.

Mr. Stark smiled at him. It looked more like a grimace, but Peter was starting to learn that was the way he smiled when he was trying very hard not to feel things. It was genuine, even if he was putting every effort into making it appear otherwise, and when that failed, he went with a distraction, a change of topic.

He pinched the fabric of Peter’s Iron Man blanket together, made a face, then let it drop.

“What’s the deal with the blanket?”

“It’s soft.” Peter brought the edges up closer to his shoulder and wrapped his knuckles under it.

“It’s ratty,” said Mr. Stark. He pointed to a spot that was a shade darker than the original red. “And stained.”

“Spaghetti O’s.”

Mr. Stark raised an eyebrow at him.

“After my parents died May and Ben could only get me to eat if it was Spaghetti O’s, and I wouldn’t ever let go of this blanket, so May taught me how to wear it like a cap and well, I was a pretty messy kid.”

“Couldn’t be without it just long enough to eat, huh?”

“It made me feel safe.”

Iron Man made me feel safe.

That part went unsaid, but Peter knew Mr. Stark caught it. He looked away and grimaced again and Peter could he struggling and failing in his battle to not feel things. One of these days, Peter was going to break him, but it wasn’t that day. Mr. Stark shook his head a little, then bit out a laugh.

“I can’t believe your aunt fed you spaghetti from a can.”

“You make it sound so scandalous.”

“Because my mother would never allow me to eat spaghetti out of a can.”

“Maybe you should try it sometime, Mr. Stark, you’re all grown up now.”

Mr. Stark frowned at him, patted his knee, and softened his voice. “Let’s get you back to bed. You’re becoming delirious.”

“The couch, not the bed,” said Peter, as he sat up. “And can you get a wheelchair? I don’t feel like walking.” Mr. Stark looked at him like he was about to say no, so Peter continued, “I wouldn’t want to pass out on the way to the suite.”

Mr. Stark went and found a wheelchair and pushed Peter all the way to the living room portion of his and Pepper’s suite in Avenger’s tower. Peter had to only stand up and walk long enough to put himself and his blanket on the couch. It was comfortable. Not more comfortable than the bed in his bedroom at the tower, but decidedly less lonely.

He planned on turning his pathetic to sway Tony into watching movies with him.

“Please, Mr. Stark,” said Peter, after his initial no. “You brought me all the over herein the chilland I just want to watch Star Wars with you.”

“Fine,” he said. “Ask me to make you Spaghetti O’s and I’m drawing the line.”

Peter grinned as Mr. Stark dropped on the couch next to him. He didn’t think he’d be feeling up to eating anything for awhile, anyway.

A couple of hours later, Mr. Stark brought him a Glacier Cherry Gatorade from the freezer, and Peter sipped on the frozen slush through a bendy straw while the opening crawl for the next Star Wars movie played.

He shifted in the cushions, scooting closer to Mr. Stark until he was so close, he could put his head down on Mr. Stark’s chest. He let him rest there, and after a few seconds, wrapped his arm around him. He was better than the blanket, but Peter was still happy he had both.

And if, a few weeks later, Spider-Man crawled up Avenger’s Tower and into Tony Stark’s suite to drop off a crate of Spaghetti O’s and old pictures of Peter Parker wrapped up in an Iron Man blanket as a kid, and if he stuck around on the windows to spy on Mr. Stark as opened the crate, made a can of Spaghetti O’s and gaze at said pictures with water in his eyes, he didn’t tell a soul.

#fanfic #irondad #tony stark #peter parker #irondad bingo #sickfic

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the--blackdahlia · 5 years ago

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Down and Out in Calabasas (Tommy x Nikki)

Title: Down and Out in Calabasas

Prompt: #42 Nothing’s gonna happen to me with you taking care of me, right?

Pairing: Tommy Lee x Nikki Sixx

Requested by: Anon

Summary: Tommy gets sick right before he's supposed to join Sixx AM on tour.

Warnings: Language mainly

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Sixx AM was going out on tour for Prayers for the Damned. Nikki sometimes missed touring, but when he was out on the road, he missed something even more. His sweet and loving husband, who was back at home with the dogs, working on his own music and only getting to communicate through sporadic texts and spotty FaceTime. That’s why, for this tour, Nikki had convinced Tommy to join him. He had tried to convince him in the past, but Tommy always declined, saying it was Nikki’s chance to have a break from him. He had even asked him to be their tour drummer, but he still declined.

But this time, this tour, Tommy was going with him and Nikki couldn’t be more excited.

“It’ll be just like old times!” Nikki said with a big grin as him and Tommy packed. The dogs were off to Tommy’s sister and everything was just falling into place. “It’ll be the Terror Twins on the road again.”

“Dude, we’re banned from like, at least ten hotels because we’re the Terror Twins,” Tommy laughed. But that laugh quickly died away and was replaced with a deep, bone rattling cough. Nikki frowned and put his hand on Tommy’s back, feeling the drummer shake a little with each cough.

“Hey, you okay?” Nikki asked.

“Y-yeah,” Tommy wheezed. “Allergies. Pollen count is up and all that.”

“I didn’t know you coughed that bad with your allergies…” Nikki watched as Tommy made his way towards the kitchen to get some water.

“Probably doesn’t help I smoked like a chimney since I was, like twenty or something,” Tommy told him. He drank a big gulp of water. His sore throat was thankful. His head was killing him too. And oh shit, that water was coming back up.

Nikki walked into the kitchen just as Tommy reached the trash can and threw up all the water, plus his dinner and probably his lunch.

“Shit, that’s not allergies,” Nikki said as he rubbed Tommy’s back. This wasn’t the first time he had to help Tommy when he was puking, but back in the day, he was usually just holding his hair back with one hand while drinking Jack with the other.

“I’m pregnant?” Tommy tried to joke, but it came out flat when he groaned. “Fuck.”

“Let’s get you to bed. I wanna take your temp,” Nikki told him. He got Tommy back to their bedroom and in bed before going to the bathroom. After a quick temperature reading, Nikki’s eyes were wide.

“Babe, your temp is almost 103 (39.4 Celsius)!” Nikki gasped. They were supposed to be leaving tomorrow afternoon to head to the first gig on the tour. But there was no way that Tommy could go unless he broke his fever in the next twelve hours, and there was no way Nikki was going to leave him here while he was sick.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Tommy told him as he buried himself into their blankets. “You’re still going. We can’t let all your fans down because your husband got sick.”

“But babe, your temp is really high,” Nikki told him, setting by him on the bed. “I can’t just leave you like this.”

“I’ve been worse,” Tommy laughed a little. “Now, do you want the bed or the couch?”

“What do you mean?” Nikki asked, confused.

“Well, we can’t sleep together. You might get sick,” Tommy told him. Nikki pouted then. Tommy already wasn’t going to be going on tour with him because he was sick, and now he was telling him that he couldn’t cuddle with him before he had to leave.

“I’ll take the couch,” Nikki sighed. “It’ll get me prepared for the tour bus.” He kissed Tommy’s too warm forehead and made his way to the living room.

****

“If you get any worse, you call me,” Nikki told Tommy. “I don’t care where I am, you call me.”

“I’m already feeling better,” Tommy lied. He had been super pale that morning when he woke up, and he still had a pretty high fever, but he had sweat proof makeup left over from the last Motley Crue tour and he knew how to use it. He had to get Nikki out of the house and on with his tour.

“Are you sure?” Nikki asked him.

“Of course. And if anything happens that requires immediate help, I have people I can call,” Tommy told him. “I’m fine Nik. Now go have fun.” Nikki kissed him, despite Tommy’s best efforts. Thankfully, he had brushed his teeth really well and used a shit ton of mouthwash, so he hoped that it masked anything that might break the facade.

“I’ll call you from the road,” Nikki told him. “I love you so much T-Bone.”

“I love you too Nik,” Tommy smiled. “Now go knock ‘em dead kid.” Nikki smiled at Tommy one last time before heading to his car. Tommy waved at him as he left, then went back into the house where he collapsed onto the couch and fell asleep.

****

“Tommy’s not answering my calls,” Nikki said with a frown. It wasn’t to anyone in particular, but DJ and James could hear him.

“Maybe he’s in the studio working on something,” James offered. “Too bad he doesn’t want to play drums for us.”

“He was really sick when I left,” Nikki told them. “He told me he was feeling better but I don’t believe him.”

“I’m sure he’s fine man,” DJ assured him. “If he’s anything like you, he’s stubborn as fuck, but he pulls through.”

“Yeah,” Nikki nodded. “Wait, I’m not stubborn!”

“You’re pretty stubborn man,” James laughed. “But we love you anyway.”

“You guys are just assholes,” Nikki was smiling though.

****

It had been almost three days since Nikki had talked to Tommy, and his worry was clear. Hell, DJ and James were getting worried about him as well. So they all agreed that if Tommy hadn’t called by the end of their show, Nikki could take off back to California and they would figure out what to do with the next shows.

Nikki was pacing his dressing room, staring down at his phone, waiting for a call or text or something, anything to let him know Tommy was okay. There was a knock at his dressing room door then. Nikki sighed and went to answer it, expecting that it was just someone telling him how much longer until the show.

But what he didn’t expect was to see Tommy on the other side of the door.

“Tommy!” Nikki gasped, wrapping his husband up in his arms. “What are you doing here?”

“I promised you I’d come on tour with you,” He told him, but his voice was so hoarse that it didn’t even sound like him. And he still felt pretty warm.

“Babe, you should’ve just called me or texted me,” Nikki told him. “You’re still not feeling good, are you?”

“Is it that obvious?” He asked as Nikki led him into the dressing room and to the couch. He stumbled a little, the room spinning some. Nikki sat him down.

“Babe, I’m glad you’re here. I was so worried,” Nikki told him. “But you should be resting. What if you get worse?”

“Nothing’s gonna happen to me with you taking care of me, right?” Tommy smiled and leaned against him. Nikki played with his hair and just enjoyed the fact that Tommy was here with him.

“Ten minutes to show!” A voice called from the other side of the door. Tommy had almost fallen asleep curled up against Nikki, but the voice had woken him up. Nikki glared at the door before looking back at his husband.

“Mind if I stay back here?” Tommy asked.

“You need your rest,” Nikki told him. “I know DJ and James are going to be relieved you’re here. They were getting worried about you too.” Tommy just smiled a little. “I’m going to go on out. But I’ll be right back as soon as the concerts over, okay? And I’ll try to check on you as often as I can.”

“I love you,” Tommy smiled up at Nikki. Nikki kissed his cheek gently and got his bass before heading out. Tommy fell asleep on the couch not long after Nikki left, and that’s how Nikki found him when the concert was over. He managed to get him awake long enough to get him on the tour bus, and to take some medicine that one of the paramedics at the arena had suggested for him to take, along with a recommendation for bland foods and lots of liquids.

“Sure you still want me on the tour?” Tommy asked before he drifted off to sleep. Nikki smiled softly.

“I want nothing more.”

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shijiujun · 6 years ago

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tang yi’s miracle suit - ep 4

this won’t be a detailed summary of episode 4 today because i’m tired after a crazy work day and it’s avengers end game tomorrow i am stoked and nervous and dying but first, history3

jack brings zhao zi to this dark room and tries to “interrogate” him - personally i think this is the worst interrogation ever EVER, and he just keeps asking zhao zi where shao fei brought tangyi to, and showed him the video of shao fei and tang yi at the stairs of the restaurant exit leaving tgt

jack wants zhao zi to call shao fei and doesn’t believe zhao zi when he says he’s tried shao fei’s number repeatedly and failed to reach him, insists that zhao zi give him shao fei’s number and to call him on zhao zi’s phone

you gotta admire zhao zi for his loyalty as he insists that even if jack hits him to death he won’t give up shao fei’s number or call him, but then again jack isn’t exactly the most intimidating person at this moment to zhao zi

now to the exciting parts: shao fei and tang yi escaping to the brick hut

the wound scene we’ve all been waiting for: i love how surprised and touched shao fei looked when tang yi helped him to bandage the arm, dialogue is exactly the same as the trailer

bonus: shao fei yelling at tang yi asking if it’s so difficult to say thanks, and tang yi says it grudgingly, and shao fei takes issue with his tone and says “must you say that in that tone?!” - and tang yi immediately goes “i’ve said it. now what do you say?” - and HILARIOUSLY shao fei doesn’t miss a beat as he says “you’re welcomed”

tang yi goes to find wood and warns shao fei not to follow him and just to stay

AND THIS IS WHERE I TALK ABOUT THE MIRACLE SUIT: wow okay idk if you guys noticed but i would love to get one of tang yi’s any suits if they would stay that squeaky clean through a beating, a car fight and kidnapping, a race through the woods, back and front rubbing against rocks and walls - tang yi looks like he went out to collect and also saw a laundromat on the way and decided he had time to clean his clothes because IT’S SO DAMN CLEAN?! shao fei is in drips and draps of cloth, his jeans has a hole in it etc. and tang yi’s white shirt is CRISP, WHITE, CLEAN

suit aside, tang yi comes back with firewood and then LOL shao fei is like this kid - he asked tang yi if he’s SURE that there’s no way down the mountain for now, and that he’s hungry, if only there was a chicken over the fire right now and LOOK AT TANG YI’S DEADPAN GLARE in response

shao fei wants to go sleep, tries to invite tang yi to sleep also and tang yi is like ‘sleep with you?!!!’ and shao fei is like ‘yeah duh’ but tang yi ignores him, so and shao fei tries to take tang yi’s lighter, and that’s when tang yi goes all emo and angsty and possessive over it

flashback to when tang guo dong was still alive and basically the conversation is about his motivations behind going legal in their business and that he really wants to show tang yi that leading a safe and peaceful life is good - FORESHADOWING

back to the present - shao fei lies down to sleep on this wooden carton thing and tang yi is like ‘you really can sleep just anywhere’, to which shao fei says ‘being able to sleep anywhere is important, a rich person like you of course isn’t used to not sleeping in a bed’

tang yi gives us a glimpse of his younger days as he says that he learnt how to dislocate his thumb by doing it from young, repeatedly dislocating and letting it heal and dislocating it again until he could do it easily, and does this sound like something a person who’s grown up with money in his life would do?

okay SO MANY UNSHED TEARS AND GLISTENING EYEBALLS IN THIS EPISODE

shao fei apologizes to him for simply assuming that he had something to do with the case and basically creating trouble in this situation - tang yi just goes “even a monkey like you knows how to reflect (on your actions)”

then shao fei goes back to lie down and tries to sleep, invites tang yi to sleep, and when tang yi just stares again, shao fei is like okay im gonna sleep night night and JUST GOES TO SLEEP WITH A SMILE

MORNING SCENE: okay HOW CUTE IS IT THAT TANG YI ACTUALLY GAVE SHAO FEI HIS JACKET AND SLEPT ON HIS KNEES/CALVES

once again, tang yi’s miracle shirt and suit jacket strikes again - clean, crisp, white, perfectly tucked in like pls get me some fabric like that

and poor bb shao fei is having a fever from the infected arm wound (gosh the bandaging was bad) and tang yi is like dude we can’t stay here, it’s daylight and the bad guys are going to come find us any minute, and he realizes that they need to leave now

shao fei is still coherent enough to realize that tang yi gave him his jacket during the night awwwwwww

shao fei pls just follow tang yi, don’t keep tripping over yourself, safety first

that’s pretty much it for ep 4, but what i’m excited for is the ep 5 PREVIEW!!! wow all the interesting scenes from the trailer crammed into the ep 5 preview, i think it’s going to show over ep 5 and 6 frankly judging from the ep length

anyone else as excited as me for the handshake and meal scene?!!!!

#history3圈套 #history 3: 圈套 #history3: trap #history 3: trapped

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michaelreaderreblog · 5 years ago

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My Truemate pt 17

AN: I am just going to link the Masters List to the Series and I will leave it linked right here TO CATCH UP HERE

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Word Count: 3,297

Sam and Sarah get back to the house Sunday evening but notice that something is off between you and Dean. Sam questions about it, with no hesitation Dean tells him everything from Roman coming over to look for you and what Benny has told him about the business Roman has now.

“You guys we need to tell Chuck about this now before something really bad happens” Sam says while we all sit at the table.

“Im with Sam on this one guys, I mean I am already getting scared just by thinking about the worse. Especially if y/n is the one person he wants” Sarah says as she places an arm around your torso, you accept the embrace with ease and rest your head on her shoulders.

“What is he going to do about it? Its out of state where anything goes, how is he going to take down the possible business?” you ask lifting yourself from Sarah's side and looking between your brothers.

“By placing Roman in prison for good where he belongs” Sam says while you notice he is beginning to be fearful for you.

“I'll talk to him tomorrow but in the mean time y/n go to the police and file that complaint against him. Also mention he was here to. After something like that its still against the law to go against an Omega like this” he says with authority in his voice while he looks to Dean and he looks to you with a pleading expression.

“Fine, fine, I will finally do this but I dont want to go alone” you finally give into filing the complaint after so long of debating.

“I will go with you, dont want you facing this by yourself.” Sarah says while she places her hands over yours and giving a gentle squeeze.

“I have to tell Michael about this, the sooner he knows the better. Along tell him about him scenting Cas being here. I dont want anything happening to either of you” Dean says through his gritted teeth.

All four of you call it an early night to go to bed, you still sit in the kitchen having a cup of tea.

“Baby girl, I will do anything to keep you safe ok, I dont know what I would do if anything ever happened to you” Dean says as he enters the kitchen from the living room.

You look up to your older brother while tears begin to form.

“Please” is all you say while getting up from your chair and hugging Dean.

Your voice sounded so small while pleading with him. The sound of your voice just broke his heart because he never liked the sound coming from you. To him you were always so strong yet at this state, so fragile.

The both of you called it a night and went to bed.

For pete sake, Dean decided to sleep with you in your room. You liked the idea and felt safer with Dean next to you. Your protective alpha, your brother you love so dearly.

After going to the police about Richard Roman sexually harassing you the first day you got to Kamloops is when they have begun the investigation.

Talking to all the people who were there at the diner that night and going on to the people who have taken Roman out of the diner.

When the police interviewed Michael is when he couldnt contain his anger. When being reminded about the whole entire night and how he mentioned he was your true mate.

They told him for the both of you consummate the bond between you now before anything else follows pursuit.

Castiel had come by to keep you company after closing down shop until further notice and apologized to the customers who have place orders and online.

They have graciously understood and couldnt wait for you to open up shop again after everything has settled.

As the days went by after filing the complaint and gone into further investigation is when you began to develop cabin fever.

You saw from the corner of you eye, at the corner of the living room is Deans acoustic guitar.

After seeing the guitar has brought a smile to your face. You went to pick up the guitar and tuned it to the desired sound.

Begun to strum out a tune that has been stuck in your head for the past few weeks.

You knew how much Castiel has blamed himself countless of times for his brothers death. You wanted to show him how much you have appreciated him and thats with song.

The more you thought about Castiel and his struggles to cope with the loss of his brother along with the Dick Roman incident to as well since he has scented him.

“Everybody else knows how this goes

Everybody knows how wide and how much and how far

Everybody's got my number now

Maybe I can find a way out “

“I've been running too long on this shift

And I've been keeping tabs on myself “

“And now I'm cutting close in on my limit

And I think I heard somebody say

You're never gonna be anybody else

You're never gonna see until you see yourself “

“So come on come on see how it goes

Come on come on take a deep breath

And don't let go”

“Yeah, yeah

A little bit extra, you think you can find me?

'Cause everybody else gave up a while ago”

“I'm looking out

I'm looking out at gray skies

I'm looking out

I'm looking out at a home”

“You're never gonna be anybody else

You're never gonna see until you see yourself

So come on come on see how it goes

Come on come on take a deep breath

And don't let go”

“Yeah, yeah

A little bit extra, you think you can find me?

'Cause everybody else gave up a while ago

I'm looking out

I'm looking out at gray skies

I'm looking out

I'm looking out at a home”

“You're never gonna be anybody else

You're never gonna see until you see yourself

So come on come on see how it goes

Come on come on take a deep breath

And don't let go”

When you completed the song is when you wrote out the lyrics. While its still fresh in your memory and write down the music notes.

'Thank you Dean for teaching me how to play the guitar' you say to yourself as you are almost done with writing everything down.

“Well you are very welcome” Dean says from the other side of the living room leaning against the beam.

“Geez, how long have you been standing there?” you ask as he scared you when he said something all of a sudden.

“Sorry, I was in the garage when I heard music here in the house and at first I thought it was you playing loud music over the radio. But I come in here and I see you playing and singing” Dean says as he enters in the living room further to seat himself on the arm chair.

“Look um Im sorry for keeping you inside for so long. Its just Im scared if I let you go some where by yourself, you will get taken from me. I mean us” he says while you begin to smell the fear off of him and you went to sit by his side as you take his hand into yours.

“I know and honestly I am beginning to get cabin fever but I understand though. I know its not easy for you, Sam, Sarah, and Castiel but I get it” you tell him while trying to keep your emotions intact.

“You’re forgetting someone already” he says with a smile on his face.

“What do you mean?” you ask.

“Michael, you’re forgetting him. He gets worried about you as well and I think he counts as something” he says while his smile never fades.

“He has Anna though” you say to him while feeling the hurt as you mention the one person who is with your true mate.

Castiel sits at home in his room reading a book with a warm cup of tea. It was quite chilly out as the day looks gloomy.

When he couldnt concentrate reading anymore is when he sets his Ipod into his dock and selects the song the mortitians daughter by black veil brides.

He begins to sing out the lyrics 'I sit here and smile dear. I smile because I think of you and I blush.'

He hears a vehicle pull into the drive way and he looks out his window to see who has stopped by the house.

He notices its his brother Michael and he walks out of his room to say hello to him while he is here.

He enters the kitchen where his mother and father are along with Michael who has his back faced him.

“Castiel, sweet heart. Nice of you to join us” his mom says taking her attention away from her husband and eldest son.

“I saw Michael pull into the drive way and wanted to say hello” he says placing his hand on his back.

“Castiel, just the person I want to see” Michael says a little to cheery

Castiel is trying to think of what has gotten him so happy all of a sudden. When a few days ago he was conflicted.

“Michael here has come to grace us with such good news” Naomi says looking between the men in her life.

“Is Anna pregnant? Where is she by the way? You cant tell such gracious news when your mate isnt here” Chuck says with a wide smile.

“Thats what I am here to talk to all of you about. If Anna were to be pregnant it wouldnt be from me” Michael says to his family as they look to him with confused expressions on their faces.

“Son what are you trying to say?” Chuck asks.

“Did Anna cheat on you?” Naomi cuts in after Chuck.

“Mother, Father please. No more assumptions and let Michael speak” Castiel says looking between his parents.

“Well it turns out that Anna and I have met our true mates. She has met hers while on her business trip a couple of months ago and I have met mine about the same time as well. We have mutually ended our relationship to be with our true mates” Michael says looking to his family as he says true mate and you come to mind right away.

“Who is this true mate you speak of?” Naomi asks in anticipation while Chuck on the other hand is getting really impatient.

While Castiel has a smile on his face for the good news.

“My true mate is Y/n Winchester and who Castiel works with” Michael says to his family as his mom squeals in delight for the news.

Castiel hugs his brother and Chuck who is happy but couldnt wipe off the worry some expression off his face.

“Charles, honey arent you happy for your son in finding his true mate? Who happens to be an Omega” Naomi says to her husband trying to pull him away from the trance he was in.

“Of course I am happy for my eldest son who found his true mate and we are going to gain another beautiful Omega” He says as he hugs his son in a tight embrace.

“I must share something with all of you though” he says to his family

Castiel knowing all too well what his father is about to share with Michael and his mom.

Castiel immediately goes to Michaels side to link arms with him and he looks to him with a puzzled expression.

Chuck goes onto tell Naomi and Michael about the harassment Richard Roman has done.

The visit he made to you and also scenting Cas.

The possibility of him getting into the brothel business out of state and has officially moved out of Washington to pursue the business full time.

After hearing everything Chuck has revealed is when Michael gets into a hot rage thinking anyone would want to hurt his mate along with his baby brother.

Castiel allows Michael to scent him to calm down along with anything else he can think of.

“Dean was home when Dick went by the house and Benny showed up at the house moments later to tell him about what father has mentioned” Castiel says to him and Chuck is just as out raged as Michael.

“We need to do something to protect our family” Naomi says pacing around the kitchen, Chuck pulls her into his arms and she begins to scent him to calm her nerves.

“There is also something that I need to share with you and dad” Castiel says to break the tension in the kitchen.

“Go a head son” Chuck says while nodding him to continue on with what he wants to share.

“I to have found my true mate and he is Y/n's brother Dean Winchester. He owns a refurbished furniture shop out of his garage at their home” Castiel tells his parents and brother but he already knew that.

When he tells his news is when everything else settles for the time being and his family is happy for him.

“My baby has met himself a handsome alpha” Naomi says to her son while pulling him into a hug and he accepts right away.

“I think we should have a dinner to meet your mates here in the house and they can bring their brother Sam along as well. Especially his mate because our family has extended and I am very happy about this” Chuck says hugging his son as well and he scents him out of happiness.

“I think that will be wise to ease everyones minds off about Richard Roman” Castiel says looking to his family and Michael nods in agreement.

“How are we going to invite them? Do I talk to y/n? Or are you going to talk to Dean about this?” Michael asks.

“I think you should let y/n know about you and Anna first before you could say anything about the dinner.” Naomi says to her son

She feels happy for her boys in finding their true mates and soon to have what she and her husband have.

Even though they were never brought together by scent like most have. She has undying love for her husband for the years they have been married and spent together.

“I should give her a call and if she would like to get out of the house to go to lunch with me” Michael says as he takes out his phone to dial the house number Dean has left him a few days ago.

“Hello?” Dean is the one who picks up the phone.

“Dean, its Michael” he says with a smile on his face

“Hey, hows' it goin man?” he is surprised Michael has even called the house.

“Its going pretty good, I was wondering if your sister is home” Michael asks while looking to his parents.

They both have smiles on their faces.

“Yeah she is, hold on a sec” Dean says taking the phone into the kitchen.

“Y/n its for you” Dean says as he enters the kitchen.

“Well who is it?” you ask getting yourself a cup of tea.

“Its Michael” is all he says and leaves the phone on the counter for you to pick up.

You think about it for a moment and finally raise the phone to your ear.

“Hello?” you ask while closing your eyes.

“Hi Y/n, how are you?” Michael asks while he is completely nervous for being on the phone with you and even sound pleasant to him.

“Im doing ok, how about you?” you ask while being nervous as well

“I think I have been better, there is a reason why Im calling” Michael’s palms begin to sweat

“Ok whats going on?” you ask while looking around the kitchen and see something thats out of place. Well more like to distract you from saying something stupid.

Dean looks to you and knew you are distracting yourself from say anything remotely stupid. He smiles at the random things you do.

He goes back into the living room and watches the sports channels to catch up on a few highlight reels.

“I was wondering if you would like to company me to lunch whenever you are ready?” finally he comes out the question he has been dying to ask you.

“Uh,,,,,,,ok. Im ready right now” you reply quickly while stumbling around the kitchen but quick to place everything back without Michael hearing a rukus.

Dean walks into the kitchen and witnesses you dropping and knocking things over as you quickly place them back. He covers his mouth to conatin his laughter. But he relaeses a slight chuckle.

“Ok, I will be there in 20 minutes” Michael replies as a wide smile spreads across his face

“Yeah sounds great, see you soon” after you answer him and hung up the phone is when your heart begins to beat so fast you fear its going to stop soon.

Then you realize what you have agreed to is when Anna creeps into your thoughts.

“Oh no, what did I just do?” you say while Dean comes back into the kitchen to try and eavesdrop.

He realizes you are off the phone and begins to notice the nerves you are beginning to have.

“Hey hey hey whats wrong?” Dean asks as he places his hands on both of your shoulders.

“I just agreed to go out for lunch with Michael and Anna came into mind. Dean what if she finds out about us going out in public” you tell him what you are feeling.

“Look at me, I dont think she will find out considering she isnt in town. Go to lunch with him and see how everything goes from there ok? Maybe I should ask Cas if he wants to do something since you will be out” he says with a smile creeping on his face as soon as he mentions Cas.

“Yeah you go do that, looks like he is here. I will see you later ok” you tell Dean as you pull away from him to kiss his cheek and go to the closet to put on your jacket.

Dean stands at the door as you walk out and notices Michael come out of the truck to wave to Dean and he returns the gesture.

Michael opens the door for you.

“Thank you” you say and get inside his truck.

“You are very welcome” Michael says with a smile on his face.

'Good man Michael' Dean mutters to himself as he sees him do that for you.

“Take care of her Mike, Im counting on you” Dean yells from the front door.

“I will, see you later” Michael yells back to him and backs out of the drive way to head into town to the diner for lunch.

As the both of you drive into town and the silence is all around is when you look to the radio and decide to turn it on for some music.

“Mind if I turn on the radio for some music?” you ask looking to Michael.

“By all means” he answers you with a smile on his face and you can feel he is feeling rather content and that makes you less tense about the whole lunch all together.

As soon as you turn on the radio is when a song called Trapped by a thing called love by Denise Lasalle comes through the radio and listening to the lyrics makes the both of you smile.

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kast43 · 5 years ago

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How The Arcana Characters treat a Sick MC

[I kinda got bored and felt like writing some DONT SUE ME...feedback much appreciated btw :D]

+Asra+ -He would be on his way back home from a trip -lets call it...shared empathy 😉 -Asra himself had felt quite sluggish for a few days now, but could not determine what it was. -No fever, no nausea, muscles sore? -He opened the door to the shop, "MC I am home!" He called. -Saw MC about dosed off on the work table when they suddenly shot up. "Oh, welcome back! How was your trip?" MC asked. -Frankly Asra would instantly worry hearing the fatigue in their voice [ya know...does not want a repeat] -Without much words Asra came up to MC and took their face in his hands. -MC was burning up! -"MC, are you feeling well? You have a fever..." Asra slid one hand down to there shoulder. -Asra carefully studied MC...especially their eyes as the responded. -"oh...its nothing. I am just a bit tired is all. We got a little busy while you were away..." -if guilt could stab someone, Asra would have been stabbed in the heart. -"MC, you really should not take on more than you can handle." Asra would then realize why he felt sluggish for days. "...have you gotten any sleep?" -MC just gave a sheepish smile "Yes~" they responded...or lied. -Asra was in the perfect balance of panic, worry, guilt and frustration. -"why did you open the shop? You need to get some rest." Asra stated, now beginning to guide MC up to the bedroom. -"Im fine i swear!" MC began to protest until they suddenly stopped to hold the counter, loosing balance. -"...have you eatten today?" Asra asked knowing the answer already. -Again with the sheepish grin, "i might have forgotten..." -this was the last straw for Asra, how could he allow MC to take such poor care of themselves. -"the shop is going to be closed today. You are going to get some rest. I wont take no for an answer" he stated, almost picking MC up. -if he succeeded then he would feel MC go softly limp in his arms. "I...but...there is still too much to do..." was all the protest MC could muster up. -"it can all wait, your health comes first..." he stated softly as he carried MC to bed. -he offered to make his special sleep aid tea, even went to go get some fresh pumpkin bread to go with it. -as stubborn as MC is, they really could not argue with Asra, just accepted and took on some paperwork when he was not paying attention -Asra knew this...made the tea a bit strong. -in the time that Asra watched MC finish her tea and bread, walk down to lock up the shop and come back, MC had passed out. -Asra took all of the "hidden" paper work and set it to the side, but not his worry. -if available he called Julian. -Julian eased his mind, was not the plague. -MC just worked themselves into severe fatigue. -Asra was so relieved and yet he felt guilty for leaving MC like this. -looks like Julian helped himself to the tea. -Julian is now passed out on the couch, Asra shrugs. It probably was for the better. -when MC finally woke up, Asra had made their favorite meal so they would eat. -MC got a good laugh when seeing Julian on the couch, now sprawled out. -when Asra nursed MC back to health he would promise to never leave them alone again. -if he had to go out, he would take MC with him. Even to the store. -Asra just wants MC to take better care of themselves, and will become fiercely protective of that for the rest of his life.

×Julian× -being a doctor he would have noticed small signs right away. -MC suddenly didn't feel like eating. -strike 1 -it was the night of the week they took a date to the Rowdy Raven. -MC didn't really want to go, felt too tired to go. -strike 2 buddy -however MC was oddly persistent in Julian going...alone. -"you have had a rough week, and you have been looking forward to this" mc said -"darling you have been working hard this week also. If anyone needs a release it would be you" Julian replied. -after much debate Julian said he would go to please MC. -he did go, but after about an hour or so he didn't feel 'it'. -no matter how many salty bitters he drank there was still a chunk of his night missing. -he would staggerly head back home, excited to be reunited with the love of his life. -"DID YOU MISS ME DARLING? I MISSED YOU" he drunkenly declared -odd, MC was not in bed...or in the living room...the hunt begins. -he froze when he heard a familiar sound of vomiting coming from the kitchen. -surely MC didn't ditch him to work more? -he staggered to the kitchen and saw MC hunched over the sink. [Lets say they tried to eat and it suddenly came back up?] -does not matter how many bitters this man had, he sobered up immediately and practically ran to MC. -Julian went to aid the best he could, holding MC's hair, rubbing their back, ect. -MC is mortified, they didn't want to be seen like this, especially in front of Julian. -"my dearest MC I see this all the time. The one who should be ashamed is me for not noticing sooner." -after MC was sure they were finished vomiting, Julian carried [yes, as dramatic as he could be] MC to bed. -Julian would refuse to leave MC's side the entire time they had the flu. -need a bucket? He had one ready. -needed to go to the bathroom? He carried them. -if not for the crow summoning Portia he probably would not eat if MC didn't. -MC would refuse cuddles, sad Julian is sad. -"you are gonna get sick too" -"i happen to know that the only cure for flu is cuddles" -"...not leeches?" -"surprisingly not...didn't work well last time i tried that" -Small conversation cheered MC up. -Portia dragged Julian away while MC slept so he could eat and sleep himself...unwillingly of course -eventually MC would be on the road to recovery -Julian asked for some famous home made soup from Mazelinka...for MC of course. -because of all the rejected cuddles it would not be surprising if Julian ended up with the flu next -that’s when MC repaid all the love and care given to them...minus the cuddle attempts... -Julian would no doubt enjoy cuddles -can you say never ending flu? -Poor Portia taking care of 2 sick idiots forever [jk MC is not that dumb]

=Nadia= -lets be honest, Nadia probably knew MC was sick before they did. -one morning Nadia woke up around the same time she always did. -always before MC, but not like this. -something was off and Nadia knew the moment she sat down for breakfast. -would send Portia to wake MC as usual... -Portia came back with an odd look -"Mistress, I think MC is a bit under the weather..." -"What makes you think that?" Nadia asked...as if she didn't know -"Well, they look...rough. I mean a touch pale...dark circles under their eyes" Portia mimicked as she spoke “When I left the room I heard them coughing too” -Nadia nodded -Big sneeze coming From down the hall -as if on Que, here comes MC, just as described. -"Good morning " MC spoke, voice very nasally. -Sniffles, hard for Nadia to not find it adorable -MC sat down next to Nadia, rubbing her temple -Nadia recognized that gesture -"MC, are you feeling alright?" -"yeah, just didn't sleep well last night" MC tried to lie, Nadia knew better -turns away to cough -"seems more than that" Nadia stated while placing her hand on MC's forehead. -as expected, a fever. -Nadia slid closer to MC "MC dear why don’t you take the day off...get some rest." -we all know that was in fact not a question, nor a suggestion. -"i cant do that, i have to help you with the dinner" -as if by coincidence the both of them had been planning a big family/friends dinner...being held tonight -Nadia felt partly to blame for putting stress on MC, causing this -"do you think anyone wants you to go to dinner if you are sick?" -"well....no..i guess not-" sneeze, sniff "but you don't need to take this on your own. Let me help..." -"you can help me by going back to bed." -"Nadia...its just a cold i have worked through much worse" -this was Nadia's trigger -"what you have done in the past is behind you. You are my partner now...there is absolutely no need for you to be working under stress.." Nadia stood, coming even closer to MC - Nadia's intimidation tactics too strong for the weak and frail MC -"if it will ease your mind..." Nadia took up MC's arm and began to guide MC to her chambers "I will enlist some help." -MC was personally tucked into Nadia's bed, very little protest. -with a kiss to on the forehead MC finally felt relaxed enough to close their eyes

-”If you need help, please come and get me” MC asked

-”That won’t be necessary, love” Nadia responded

-"...don’t stress yourself out either, or you will get sick too" -Nadia felt so warm hearing MC give their blessing. -Summons both Julian and Asra to the palace, between them and Portia they knock out all the preparations needed -Julian would check MC every now and then, Asra also would share tea with them while the day drew long -Not surprisingly MC's most frequent visitor was Nadia. -Nadia would come up for a moments rest, to ask for a small opinions, or just to see them. -Nadia would make MC her first priority, no matter what -eventually the time would come for the dinner, Nadia cleaned herself up and MC wished her luck. -hours later, late into the night Nadia could not go back to her chambers fast enough...MC had not made a request from Nadia or Portia the entire time so she was a bit worried. -Came into the room to see MC had been asleep, tea cup half finished next to them -Nadia spent a moment just watching MC sleep peacefully before finally hopping into bed with them, Nadia got to be the big spoon -MC's fever was bad, but they were so warm...Nadia fell right to sleep after -the next day was defiantly a 'sick day' for the both of them *wink*

<Muriel> -oh boy [this just seems mean 😢] -[i go easy i swear] -Being that living life off the land can be hard at times...MC would often go too hard. -Muriel would see it, but he knew MC was very independent. A quality he admired -until today -he was careful not to wake MC because they had been working so hard -goes out to get fire wood, comes back to see MC woke up -"sorry...did i wake you?" He asked as he went to set the fire wood down...no response -he looked up to MC to see she was still rubbing the sleep out of their eyes but...more than usual. -"no...i just...my eyes feel like they are burning..." continues to itch. -bless this poor boy, scares easily when it comes to things like this -gets up and goes to MC, takes their hands away from their eyes -"let me see..." he already sees their eyes are puffy and swollen. -mc tried to open them...struggle. -a slow panic sets in -Muriel guides MC to a stream to wash their face -when finally able to open their eyes, he panics more -beet red, swollen eyes look back at him -"...whats wrong?" Goes to scratch more -pANIC -quickly picks MC up and runs to the magic shop -shows Asra....PANIC -calls Julian...MC is so confused -"thankfully, not the plague...looks like a standard case of pink eye to me...MC, do you know of anything that might have caused this??" -MC had to think...wait.... -"oh...the other day i did manage to get some dirt caught in my eye...it was after we cleaned out the birds nest from the chimney" -"been itching this whole time?" -".....yes?" -Muriel didn't know who to be upset with more -himself because he let MC get sick -or MC for not being more careful -Asra made some medicine and cream for treatment -Julian put on a thick blindfold to stop itching -at first Muriel didnt want to take MC back, might make it worse -MC insisted on going -ever see a large man hold a small magicians hand to guide them home? -eventually they get back home -Muriel forces MC to stay put in bed until they were better -"MC, you have to stop itching or you won’t heal" -"but it itchessss" -Inanna would lay by MC's side, even if Muriel got upset with her -MC can’t scratch her eyes if they are petting a puppy! -muriel would have to do all of the chores...he didnt mind tho -Made her meals, gave them water when they asked -at nap time, Muriel would catch himself watching MC sleep -if MC caught him, then he turned blush red, stumbled on his words and then go outside... -"MC....I.....think I left the river running, be right back"

-MC could not see so they were just confused -secretly liked taking care of MC for once, would never admit it -eventually MC would get better -Muriel would be more protective of the chores MC does [or even allowed to]

°Portia° -Portia would have known about most things about MC -late night conversations lead to a conversation about allergies -MC had mentioned that they were allergic to some things but never told Portia exactly what -from then on Portia would pay closer attention to what was around MC -she would have never thought about bug bites -Portia was working in the palace, MC was in the garden at the cottage -Portia came back at her usual time after serving Nadia dinner -"I’m home!" Portia announced in her usual bouncy personality -MC was already in the bed, covered from head to toe -"MC? Are you cold?" Portia came up and sat beside them in bed. -"n-not exactly" they managed to pipe out, shivering a bit -Portia was a bit confused, worry edging its way in -"i don’t want to alarm you...but i think I’m having an allergic reaction.." MC came out of their covers to look at Portia -MC was sweating, eyes a bit puffy -Portia's worst fear, she had not prepared anything for this situation -"WHAT?? How? When?" Portia began to nervously pace in front of the bed. -MC laughed a bit weakly, could not help but find her panic cute -this snapped Portia out of her panic, a quick self face slap -"What do i need to do?" She asked going back to MC, determination in her eyes -"back at my shop...i have some medicine...its on the top shelf above the stove. It’s a purple vial..." -"You want me to get it? And leave you alone?" Portia did not like this plan. Why would MC leave such an important thing at home???? -"Im not alone" MC said, just then Faust popped up from her hiding place by MC's neck -"Bite" Faust popped up. -Portia didn't understand, sudden snake? was that Asra's pet or something? -Portia was not sure about this, but no time to hesitate -She ran as fast as she could to the shop. -it was unlocked?? -Thank GOD Asra was home -"MC....reaction....swelling...." she managed to communicate just enough for Asra to react. -grabbed the medicine and they both ran out the door. -by the time they got to the cottage MC was sitting upright against the bed railing -Portia quickly went to check if they were still awake while Asra went to work trying to find the source, peeling blankets back -MC was a bit surprised by the sudden coldness, but looked up with a grin at Portia, then Asra

-”Hello master...” MC sheepishly greeted Asra

-”Hello MC” Asra chuckled a bit as he worked

-”It happened again...”

-”I see that...” -"Here MC, drink this" she slowly fed the medicine to MC. -medicine worked its magic quickly, knocking MC out cold -"there it is..." Asra spoke up, showing a spot on MC's leg -Portia was a bit applauded at the swollen discolored patch on their skin -"what is that???" Portia asked surprised, yet fascinated -Asra took his hands and placed them over the area -"looks like a spider bite" he spoke as magic flowed thru his hands -"MC got bit by a spider???" Scared, she asked "is...is it poison???" -Asra shook his head calmly -"i thought they would have told you, they are allergic to some bug bites...spiders are the worst for them." -Portia was shook -She knew bugs could be poisonous but...just bites alone can take MC out??? -Asra took his hands away, bite area mostly healed, just rash-like -Asra then tucked MC into bed, gave Portia a care plan, then left promising to come back -Portia fell asleep just watching after MC sleeping -Next morning, Portia woke up for work, asked Nadia for the day off -Nadia agreed, understandingly -spent most of the day poking fun at MC -MC would be sore all over, waking up with the worst headache -Portia, as instructed, would have some pain medicine on hand -"Who would have thought that your one weakness was a spider!" she joked as she made breakfast -MC laughed, then moaned out of pain -"Sorry hun" Portia chuckled -MC would not want to eat anything, but Portia would still make sure they were hydrated -Asra would visit to drop off some potions and herbs -Asra also preformed an spell that repelled bugs from ever coming into the garden, same spell he used at the shop [without telling of course]

-Portia would just sit in the bed next to MC, keeping their spirit up with talking and playing games

-MC would let Portia read to them, soothed them into naps -Once MC had made a full recovery Portia would limit their time in the garden....forever

~Lucio~ -[now if you think for one moment that i trust this SOB, not knowing his whole 'route' then you have another thing coming] -[there is not enough evidence to prove to me that he had redeeming qualities, HOWEVER does not mean he is incapable of caring for something other than himself]

-[is he worth redemption? who knows?] -[so....here is a loose def of a head cannon] -in a perfect world, no one around Lucio would ever get sick again -although MC broke that plague curse a while back...does not make them immune to sickness -in that same perfect world, Lucio would know how to take care of something as simple as a cold -this was not that perfect world -Since it is Lucio, he would not notice the signs, only notice MC's absence from his side -"Where is MC?" He would ask[order] a servant. -Lucio didn't get results he wanted, Melchio would trot their way to the breakfast table, nudge Lucio's leg -he would give a loving pet, but where is Mercedes? - Melchio, as if knowing, would get Lucio to follow him up to MC's bedroom -Mercedes would be sitting at the closed door, waiting for MC. -"Has MC not gotten up yet?" Lucio grumpily opened the door, without knocking. -sure enough MC would be sitting on the edge of the bed, head in hands but jumped up when Lucio busted in -"MC? You are late." Lucio announced as the dogs walked in and formed a protective circle around MC -"oh...sorry. i didn't realize the time..." MC weakly spoke, petting the dogs as they stood up -"I would hope that today of all days you would not be late." He spoke up, getting closer -see, today was the start of Masquerade! Lucio, Nadia and MC worked hard to plan this for months. [Imma just make up that Nadia is Countess and she made MC and Lucio nobles *shrug* more a reward for MC and Punishment for Lucio?] -"Right, i know" MC would smile through the fatigue and start for the closet, only to wobble a bit. -Lucio would go to catch/support MC, "What is the matter with you?" He asked in a less grumpy, more concerned tone [really only MC could tell that] -MC was warm....warmer than usual. Like, hot...but in the wrong way. -"Oh...i uh...didn't sleep that well...i think i am coming down with something..." MC didn't want to admit it, but no way for Lucio to know unless outright telling him [a touch dense when it comes to others] -"something....like?" It didn't really occur to Lucio until a thunderous cough came out of MC’s mouth. -it finally clicks, Lucio panics not really knowing how to take care of a sickness [cant blame him, everyone who ever got sick around him he killed or died] -"Lucio? Are you okay?" MC would ask as he pretty much picks them up, throws them on the bed and runs out the door. -NADIA TO THE RESCUE -Normally a plead for help from Lucio would fall on deaf ears...but MC was sick so she let it go. -Nadia would personally visit MC and make sure they got tucked into bed, reassuring MC that they could handle the Masquerade without them -Lucio would follow like a lost puppy -whichever servant was tasked with taking care of MC [hopefully but unluckily its Portia], Lucio would follow them and at least make sure MC was treated like the Angel on Earth they were -"Is that lentil soup?? MC's favorite it tomato bisk!" -"What are you doing? How does that help?" Lucio would come across as annoying or even pressing but he was honestly trying to learn. -at some point he would be the one taking up the food/snack/medicine/drink because the servant would let him, to """ease Lucio's mind""" -He would visit....at least every 5 mins, on another planet of feelings with each visit -Visit 34 "How could you get sick on MY birthday party week??" -Visit 77 "MC listen, as long as you are not dying...then its fine" -Visit 106 "MC YOU WORKED TOO HARD NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID" -Visit 126 "MC...is....is this my fault?" -MC can't get enough sleep, but is too kind to tell Lucio to stop -THAT IS what Arsa and Julian are for! -They would not have been there if MC was not sick...otherwise avoiding Lucio like....the plague XD [okay, ill go home] -"Lucio, MC needs rest or they wont get any better" Julian face palmed as he scolded Lucio, on his way for the 178th visit -"Don't you literally have ANYTHING better to do than bother MC?" Asra spat when Lucio had his hand on the doorknob.

-To avoid any more nagging he stopped...going into the room at least -Finally it was time to start the Masquerade, so Lucio decided it was time to forget about MC and get ready to party! -Except...he could not forget about MC -From the life of the party->Quiet party goer-> sad puppy -"I wanted MC to see this...." -would eventually just wait outside MC's door most of the night -On the bright side everyone else had a blast without Lucio HAHA -Eventually just sneaks into MC’s room and stayed so no one would catch him. -"I know....I will be quiet..." he whispered to the dogs as he quietly went to the corner and sat in the armchair. -the most quiet anyone has ever seen him -Eventually MC would start to feel better...he would ask if they would go to at least 1 party room before the Masquerade was over -Hand in Hand, Lucio would parade a very tired looking MC to his favorite room -#caught by Asra, MC is taken back to room for more rest -Sad Lucio is sad -After being grounded by Asra and being forced to rest, MC would be feeling better in no time -Lucio would become more protective about what MC when it came to parties because he does not want MC to miss any more of his parties

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all-hail-the-witcher · 6 years ago

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“ They told me you passed out, how do you feel?” With any ship idc

this is also based on this post http://crystallizedtwilight.tumblr.com/post/170999381713/race-got-really-sick-and-passed-out-on-the-street aka my favorite Newsies art ever by @crystallizedtwilight I hope you don’t mind I turned it into a fic

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Don’t Worry Me

ship: sprace

genre: hurt comfort/ sickfic

warnings: passing out, general sickness

word count: 1383

editing: none

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In hindsight, Race probably should have stayed at the lodge. His head felt like it was going to crack in half, his voice and throat were sore, he was cold despite the extra shirt he had put on and his stomach hurt.

Race placed a hand on the lamppost next to him as he was overcome by other wave of dizziness. He just had to last for another hour or so until he finished selling and then he could go meet up with Spot. The prospect of seeing Spot was the only thing keeping Race out and selling right now. He very much wanted to see him right now, but he had to finish selling first.

“Hey, Race!”

Race’s head snapped up a little too quickly to see who was calling him. His vision went out of focus and he barely had time to register Albert running toward him before his legs gave out and he toppled into darkness.

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Race let out a groan and opened his eyes slowly. His head and stomach still hurt and his clogged nose was making it difficult to breathe.

After a few seconds of blinking, Race registered the fact that he was no longer out on the street selling but laying in his bunk at the lodging house. The room was dark, indicating that it was nighttime. Race’s stomach dropped. He had missed meeting up with Spot, the one thing he had been looking forward to. Hopefully he wasn’t too worried. Race had no way of contacting him to let him know that he was okay, their relationship, if it could even be called that, was a secret after all.

All of this was too much for Races brain to handle in his sick state and he let out a loud groan.

Within seconds there was rustling from the bunk above him and the bed shook as Albert climbed down and sat on the edge of his friend’s bed.

“Hey Racer,” Albert whispered, placing a hand to his forehead to take his temperature, wincing when it came away hotter than he would have liked. “How are ya feelin?”

“Like shit,” Race mumbled, pushing himself up on his elbows.

Albert smirked at him. “Can’t say I’m surprised. Ya passed out in the middle of the street. Lucky I was there to bring you back.”

Race closed his eyes, thinking about how unlucky he was because he hadn’t been able to see Spot. “Mmhm, real lucky.”

Albert stood up to go back to his bed. “You sleep, okay? Mush already said ya ain’t sellin tomorrow so don’t try to get up early, okay?”

Race let out a groan in response. Another day without seeing Spot? Hopefully this sickness didn’t last too long.

Albert laughed quietly at Race’s seeming disappointment. “Night Racer,” he said as he climbed back up onto his bunk.

Race rolled over and tried to ignore the throbbing in his head. If he was going to be stuck at the lodge, he might as well sleep.

•••

Race was awoken at what he assumed was lunchtime the next day due the loud voices downstairs from the boys who chose to come back to the lodge for food. Their noise was not doing anything for Race’s still present headache and he sighed in defeat, knowing that he would just have to wait for them to leave to sleep again.

Suddenly, the noise died down and a gruff sounding voice came from downstairs followed by murmurs and sounds of confusion. Race strained his ears, but couldn’t make out any of the conversation. A few minutes of discussion later there came the sound of someone climbing the stairs to the bunk room.

A few seconds later, none other than Spot Conlon entered the bunk room, concern clouding his features as his eyes landed on Race.

“They told me you passed out while selling yesterday,” Spot said, walking toward Race’s bunk and sitting down on it. “Are you okay?”

Race sat up, meeting Spots worried gaze. What was Spot even doing here? Was he that invested in their relationship that he had to schlep all the way to Manhattan when Race didn’t show up for a meeting? Maybe he cared more about Race than he let on…

“It’s no big deal,” Race sighed. “I’ll be up an’ runnin soon enough.”

Spot scoffed and rolled his eyes, pretending to be very interested in Race’s blanket. He had never been particularly good at offering comfort.

“I’m going to get you some soup,” he said after a minute, turning to leave.

Race hadn’t eaten anything in at least a day - he was too out of it to ingest anything besides water - but he protested Spot’s offer. “Don’t!” He said as forcefully as he could muster. “i ain’t spending your money!”

Spot brushed off his concerns. “You can pay me back later.”

Race sighed, catching Spots shoulder with his hand as he got off his bed. “It’s not about that,” he mumbled. “Time you waste here - with me - is time you ain’t out sellin papes. I ain’t costing you a days work, Spottie.”

Spot whirled around, and Race’s eyes widened in shock as he took in the, what was that?Disappointment? Worry? Concern? in spots eyes.

“Dammit Race,” Spot spat, although he didn’t sound angry. “I lost a weeks pay on the strike and you can bet your ass I’d lose another for you.” Spots eyes softened and he placed a hand on Race’s chest gently. “So will you just shut it and rest? I need you to get better and if that means sittin here until you do, I’m gonna do it.”

Spot pressed a quick kiss to Race’s scorching temple before exiting the room. “I’ll be right back.”

Race flopped backwards, trying to work out what had actually just happened. Did Spot really care about him that much? Did he love him?

Before Race could come to a conclusion there was the sound of several pairs of feet pounding upstairs. Race threw his forearm over his eyes in an attempt to block out the noise.

The footsteps paused outside the door to the bunk room and Race peeped out from under his arm to see Albert, Specs, Mush, JoJo, Elmer, Buttons and Finch standing in the doorway.

“YOU'RE FUCKING SPOT CONLON?!” Albert whisper screamed.

Race groaned, of course they had to find out about this now. Damn Spot and his worry about him. “Can we not talk about this right now?” Race sighed.

Although he hadn’t answered the question, per se, he did not deny it, so the boys took this as an invitation to whoop and holler and whistle.

“Alriiiiiiight,” Race drawled, the noise was becoming too much for his headache. “Get out of here you dogs, I don’t need you disturbing my time with Prince Charming.”

Someone - probably Albert - let out one more quiet whistle before the boys descended back down the steps.

Race had almost fallen back asleep when he felt someone brush his hair off his forehead gently. He cracked open his eyes to see Spot sitting next to him holding a bowl of soup. Race gave him a lopsided smile as he sat up.

“Did the boys whoop and hollah at you too?” He asked, graciously accepting the soup from Spot.

Spot laughed. “I guess they think we’re a thing.”

“Are we?” Race asked. They had never quite established what they were. Their relationship didn’t have a label, it just consisted of stolen kisses in alleyways and occasional nights together.

A smile tugged at the corner of Spots mouth. “Antonio Higgins, would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?”

Race laughed, reaching over to take Spots hand. “I would be honored, Sean Conlon.”

Since the two of them were officially out to the rest of the boys, no one objected to Spot spending the night to take care of Race. However, Race did object because Spot was the king of Brooklyn, and surely he had better things to be doing.

Thankfully, Spot didn’t listen to Race’s protests and spent the night holding his weak boyfriend and comforting him when he woke up from fever dreams.

And, if Spot refused to let Race out of his sight for a week after, well, that was between them.

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