#i'm... very expressive and very bad at hiding it. not a good thing in medicine lol

[cerbreus]

the real reason i'm so interested in radiography is i've gotten a tonnnn of medical imaging done in the last 4 years basically and it's been soo cool seeing everyone do their thing and also seeing my insides :-)

[mywritingonlyfans]

Nurturing Love // Alex Turner X Reader! Fluff!

prompt: taking care of alex while he's with laryngitis, spending time together, there's one marriage proposal and cute talks and reader watching glasto with the other gfs.

words: 4,5K. (please give it a try, it's not smut but isn't bad ;')

 You were aware that Alex was tired. And you thought you were going to meet him because of that, but when Matthew jokingly said it was as if Alex got sick from not being close to you, you couldn't help but worry. You knew immediately that your early arrival was due to Alex's state and stubbornness. And then, when he called you on the phone, asking if you were already nearby, you noticed his faltering and high-pitched voice, which went unnoticed by you due to the excitement of returning to his arms again.

"I liked the jacket." He ran his hand over the dark green fabric of the Neca 09, pulling you towards him by the collar. You smiled softly and satisfied to see him, even though he had noticeable dark circles, and you knew you would call his attention for not taking better care of himself.

"Your clothes bring me a special comfort when you're not around, it works well." You kissed his neck, entwining your fingers in the nape of his hair as he hugged you tightly against his body, causing your toes to momentarily leave the ground. You felt like medicine to him, just the feeling of having your warm body close to his already made him feel more energized.

"I'm glad to hear that. I like it when I wear them again and they smell like you." He smiled sincerely, one of those smiles with joyful lines at the corners of his gentle eyes and timidly showing his teeth. You blushed as if it were one of the first times, and he tightened his grip around your waist in contentment. Expressing feelings verbally was more than just words; it was like you found a more meaningful way to say you missed each other.

When you went to kiss him, he caressed your head and kissed your nose. You laughed in denial, "You have a sore throat, don't you? Neither you nor Matthew are good at hiding things." His cheeks turned a rosy blush. He’d question you on that, but it wasn't as if he didn't understand that you could read him very well; he was the same way with you.

"In my defense, it started yesterday, it's not that bad yet." You looked at him suspiciously, and he simply took your bags to the hotel room along with his things.

"And it doesn't hurt?" You sounded skeptical. Alex didn't answer, but from the dry coughs he had already given, you didn't need any answers.

"You don't need to worry, pumpkin. I'm fine." You nodded, watching him lazily snuggle into the bed and cover his eyes due to the brightness. He was trying, that you couldn't deny. You held the hotel phone in your hand, dialing for room service, and soon Alex's attention was on you as you twirled the phone cord around your fingers, ordering lemon and honey tea, soup, and requesting a humidifier. You avoided looking at him, hating to feel like his boss, something that Alex wouldn't deny if you asked him about it. He was certain he would do whatever you wanted, no matter the circumstances.

"Have you eaten today?" You asked softly, and Alex shook his head, still smiling lightly because he liked having you there for him.

"Do the guys know you're not feeling well?" When he denied it once again, he could sense your discomfort matching his own. He didn't need to say that he felt bad about it; they would have another show soon, in fact, in a few hours, and in a few days it would be Glastonbury. It was inevitable, and knowing Alex, you knew his mind was a mess, and in a way, he felt guilty.

"I appreciate you being ‘ere." He made a grabbing motion with his hands, like a child longing for comfort. You joined him, but not before turning off the lights, hoping he could rest for a while. "We'll figure this out, Al. It's not your fault." He nodded, nestling against your chest as your fingers found their way back into his hair, and his arms embraced your waist. "I can still sing, everything’ll be alright," his voice trembled, and you held him closer to you. Not wanting to argue, you simply kissed his cheek, praying it wouldn't worsen as it was still in the early stages, and hoping he would feel better soon.

…

He managed to sleep a little, but unfortunately, it didn't improve his condition. In fact, it left him in more pain than before, and now his throat felt scratchy.

"Alexander, babe?" you whispered, helping him sit up. He murmured softly, "Yes, pumpkin," with difficulty, and watched your worried eyes as you tucked him in with the blankets.

"Promise me you won't strain your voice if you feel it'll cost you too much?" You sounded cautious, knowing it wasn't about you, even though you cared deeply. Besides, you couldn't fathom how detrimental it would be for them to cancel a show, but you still wanted Alex to prioritize his well-being.

"I'm fine, I swear," he smiled, rubbing his hand against his throat. It was clear he was far from fine; you would find it surprising if he even had a voice the next day.

"Promise me, Alex?" You looked at him more seriously, holding the warm cup of tea in your hands, and he nodded. Taking his first sip, feeling the warmth soothing his scratchy throat, he let out a satisfied sigh.

You smiled, settling next to him under the covers. It was strange for Alex to think that he wouldn't have thought of asking for tea, yet it was your first instinct, and it was helping.

"I promise."

"Good," you murmured. It was as if his emotional state reflected onto you, and it was true. You wouldn't be able to feel at your best if he wasn't feeling at his.

Once he finished the tea, he picked up the bowl of soup. He wasn't hungry, but seeing your eyes lacking their usual spark, even if just a little bit, saddened him. So he tried.

"We can share; you probably aren't very hungry." He chuckled, wrinkling his nose as he looked at the spoon.

"Al, I don't think your case is contagious, and even if it were, it wouldn't make a difference. Besides, if you make me stay here for an entire week without kissing you, I'll kill you."

He laughed, looking at you with adoration. He tilted his head slightly, and you followed him. It was slow and gentle, with your noses touching and both of you smiling between kisses like fools. You had missed it so much.

"It must be terrible not being able to kiss me, I agree," you rolled your eyes, his ears were cold but still blushing, while the apple of his cheeks burned with a smile.

He took a spoonful into his mouth, feeling comforted, though he couldn't tell if it was because of you or the soup.

"You know, I had a dream about you. I think I was longing for you so much that I couldn't get you out of my mind, even while sleeping," he said simply, as if it were a routine thing.

"And what was it about?" you asked curiously as he passed you the spoon, and the sweet taste of pumpkin warmed you from the inside.

"I don't remember much, just that it was peaceful, like a big bright house, and you were sleeping on my chest while I whispered something. We were definitely older, but what I remember vividly is the feeling of being safe and happy," his face was still flushed, and it wasn't just from the slight fever he had acquired.

You stayed quiet for a moment, unable to contain a silly smile. "Does that happen often?" His adorable blush was evident in his voice. He was aware that he had just mentioned a future where you were in it, didn't he?

"I’d say so, pumpkin. I think ‘bout it quite a lot,” he replied. And then you both allowed yourselves to be enveloped by silence until the soup was finished, and he made a joke about it being as tasty and sweet as you. It sounded just like Alex, cheeky yet undeniably adorable.

…

The boys had understood, of course, and now it wasn't just you worried about Alex's health. That brought you some relief. They were ready for soundcheck, and although you were restless and watching from a distance, you couldn't stop thinking about how tumultuous his mind must be. "He'll be fine," James reassured, gently patting your back.

The first few notes came out hoarse from his mouth, and as sexy as it might have seemed, it was impossible not to notice that he wasn't well. Every now and then, he would scratch his throat, and Matthew finished the song. "Doesn't pushing himself make it worse?" James looked at you sadly. "Yes, but he doesn't want to hear us. He thinks canceling at the last minute will be bad. He needs rest. You should talk to him; he would listen to you."

You raised an eyebrow. "Me?" James laughed and nodded. "He knows he needs to rest; he's just stubborn. We know he listens to you. He might be fine now, but if he loses his voice, it'll be much worse." And you knew he was right, even though you hated having to be the voice of reason with Alex. You crossed your arms. "You shouldn't have made him sing so many consecutive days. What did you expect?"

Your eyebrows were furrowed, and James seemed pleased with that. "That's the girl we need right now, and don't worry, we won't repeat this mistake." Nonetheless, the show went on, and it was good. If it weren't for the news the next day about the cancellation due to his laryngitis, no one would have even known. However, having watched the show was painful for you, and it brought tears to your eyes. "Mardy Bum" had to be finished by the audience, Matthew covering some parts, and the frequent breaks to catch his breath and drink water. Knowing that his throat must have been hurting like never before made you want to run away with him from there. You had never longed for the end of one of their shows like that.

…

Upon arriving at the hotel room, you helped Alex undress, carefully removing the coat you had wrapped around him after the show. You insisted he take a shower before lying down, even though his body protested. Once you both changed into more comfortable clothes, you assisted him in putting on clean and warm ones. You settled on his lap and gently dried his hair, causing him to close his eyes in serene relief at your touch. You couldn't help but wonder if he was being a bit needy because you were taking care of him, or if he was truly feeling unwell. Either way, you were determined to be there for him.

The night passed quickly, with the two of you cuddled up and intertwined. You lay on your back while he rested his head on your chest, the sound of his rhythmic breathing bringing you comfort as your fingers wandered through his hair, just the way he liked it. The next day was designated solely for his rest, whether he wanted it or not. You woke up early and headed down to the hotel's store to gather some treats that could make his day better. On your way, you ran into Amanda, who had arrived recently to be at the Glastonbury with you as well. She greeted you warmly, comforting you by assuring that Alex would be fine. You couldn't hide the influence Alex had on you, and it was impossible for you to feel okay when he wasn't, not only because he was unwell, but also because you knew he was struggling with the thought of it all. "I think I'll head back. I want to be there when he wakes up," you told Amanda, who held your hand in hers and nodded. Her eyes seemed curious about your intertwined fingers, but you didn't pay much attention as your mind was too overwhelmed to question it. Later, when Kate reacted in a similar way upon seeing you, you accepted that it must be something between them.

Upon returning to the room, Alex was still asleep, and you cautiously snuggled up to him in bed, trying not to wake him. Yet, he slowly opened his eyes, allowing you to nestle against him. He was feeling better, although not necessarily energetic. There was no way he could push himself to perform that night if necessary. He expressed gratitude for having you there for him, knowing that you understood him well enough to know what was best for him when he was being difficult. "I'm proud of you, the show last night was amazing, Al," you said, stroking his chest and planting kisses on his damp cheeks. You understood his self-imposed pressure, but you wanted him to realize that there was nothing wrong with what was happening—unexpected setbacks were bound to occur. He hugged you tighter, and you showered him with more kisses on his face and head. "Would you like me to get you some tea? Or maybe we could catch some sunshine?" you cautiously suggested, thinking of something that could distract him. "No need, right ‘ere is just fine," he replied, rubbing his face against your chest and closing his eyes again. His voice was still hoarse, and he remained as needy as the day before. Fortunately, you had prepared movies to pass the day, and in a way, it comforted both of you. You missed spending time together, and although this wasn't the ideal way for it to happen, you cherished the moments you had. Moreover, Alex was certain that he wouldn't be able to bear being there if it weren't for you. Without you, that room would feel completely unfamiliar and unwelcoming, but with you there, he felt a bit at home, which made him feel safe. It was a beautiful thing that out of all the people in the world, you were his safe harbor.

"I should quit smokin’," he stated, rubbing his face against your chest and closing his eyes again. You looked at him, a bit puzzled. Although you would support him if that's what he wanted, you didn't expect him to bring it up. "Yeah?" you responded, as if he was just voicing an impulsive thought. "Yeah, I think, I mean, you don't smoke. It wouldn't be harmful to you in the near future, right?" He asked as if it was a simple mathematical equation. At any moment he brought up the possibility of a future with you, you felt a bit foolish. It meant a lot to you, and it was lovely to know that it meant something to him too.

"Well, you know, I met you knowing that you smoke. I don't expect that from you, and I don't think it's a concern. Although I appreciate the thought, Al," you smiled, a bit unsure of what to say, but your voice made your silly smile sound loud. He chuckled, noticing it. "Don't you want me to quit smoking?" "I didn't say that, and if you want to, I'll be here to help, but I think there are better reasons and I’m not one of them, at least I shouldn't be one," you replied. He seemed to ponder for a moment, and the comfortable silence enveloped you as your bodies remained intertwined.

"I've been strangely thinkin’ ‘bout how if we were to have children, I wouldn't want to be the person who influences them. And it wouldn't be interesting to be smokin’ ‘round you during that whole process," his voice held something, but it was clear he chose his words carefully. You didn't know what to say, but the atmosphere was purely cozy, and the way you snuggled into his arms was already an answer in itself. “You know, Alex, it's funny how even when you're sick, you're thinking ‘bout shovin’ a baby inside me," he laughed, a nasally sound that filled your chest. "And you love that."

…

Alex already felt at his best. He woke up feeling determined, did what he had in mind to do, and was excited about the evening show. Still, he remembered that he had promised you he would rest after that night. He had brushed his teeth and showered, clearly trying to mask his anxiety. Nevertheless, he kept his attention on you because he wanted to see you waking up, not wanting to miss your expression when you noticed him. As soon as your eyes opened, your sigh of frustration at not having Alex's body there with you was perceptible. He laughed in response, then knelt in front of you, smiling as he saw you groan and wrap yourself in his arms.

"What's wrong?" he arched his eyebrows, holding your face close to his. You seemed to be having difficulty breathing. Until then, you hadn't noticed anything different about yourself apart from the discomfort in your muscles. "I'm afraid you caught something infectious," you laughed, your throat begging for water, even though you knew it wouldn't help. "No way, pumpkin. I told you that," you quickly interrupted him, lightly kissing him until your weak body nestled against his chest. "It's okay. I can get sick. You're the one who has to perform for millions of people and can't, Mr. Turner."

Alex laughed, lifting your spirits. He squeezed you, feeling his own sweaty hands in anticipation. "But I don't want you to get sick, my girl, especially ‘cause of me." He caressed your back, noticing how sleepy you were. He didn't mind if you took the day to stay there, although he preferred to have you there with him during soundcheck and the festival. "It was for a good cause, Al." He laughed, but he didn't seem satisfied at all to see you unwell.

As soon as your dry cough filled the room and your eyes became watery, Alex pulled out a bottle of water for you. And then things happened too quickly for his liking. As soon as it touched your lips, you had already noticed. Your eyes traveled to your fingers, and at the same speed, the silliest smile of all had already settled on his face, his hands still on your waist. He took the water from you, and your eyes went to him, who was still kneeling in front of the bed. Your thumb traced the ring that had been placed on your ring finger during the night, as if it might not be real. He licked his lips, feeling a bit shy. It wasn't as if he didn't know your answer, but it was an important moment, and even with all the unforeseen events that made it messy, he wanted it to be memorably pleasant.

Before he could even ask, you had already thrown yourself into his arms, repeating incessantly that yes, you would. He began laughing like never before, and without a doubt, it would be something etched in his mind, your eyes shining brightly and your face all lit up in response. "I didn't even ask," his cute, nasal voice sounded, making it even sweeter. You held onto his shoulders, pressing your forehead against his as you looked at him excitedly. "Sure, ask so I can answer yes." He laughed more and had to wipe away some stubborn tears with his fingers. "Okay," he swallowed hard, holding you tighter, and you were already nodding your head in agreement. "Will you marry me, my girl?" The flood of "yeses" and the sensation of your body pressed against his made him regain consciousness. It was better than he could have imagined, even though in his plans, that week was supposed to be filled with outings and little surprises. But since you didn't seem to mind. And also, it didn't really matter to him as long as you were comfortable and happy, that was enough for him. The moment stayed in your minds throughout the day. While Alex cleverly convinced you to rest at least while he was doing soundcheck so that you would be feeling better for the show at night, knowing that you wouldn't give up on both, he told you how Kate had helped him choose the ring. It made you feel a little guilty for not paying as much attention to the ring itself while you were realizing what was happening. But that was something he found extremely cute to watch. He said that he had personally engraved his surname on the ring and told he wanted you to do the same with his one. All of this was followed by his sweet and timid voice, and his usual rosy nose that made you want to burst with joy.

You felt happy, but unfortunately, you couldn't deny that your body was killing you, and you needed to rest to make sure you would at least be fit enough to attend Glastonbury later. Alex felt relieved that you agreed, saving his and James' numbers in speed dial and ensuring that he would FaceTime you so that someone could hold the phone and make sure you didn't miss anything. You laughed but cherished every minute of it, and even so, he allowed himself to be delayed for a few more seconds, holding you tightly and making sure you ate just as you had done for him.

And he didn't fail to ask Amanda and Kate to stop by and check on you during that time, which led to a great conversation about the ring and future plans. It was pleasant to be surrounded by them and see how happy they were for you, even though they were stuck in a hotel room with you, no alcohol, just warm soup and tea being shared among you to help you feel better soon.

…

Alex had included your favorite songs in the setlist, and something told you it wasn't accidental. You weren't feeling your best, but you were well enough to be there. Besides, the girls would keep an eye on you to make sure nothing happened. "Alex told me to keep you by the side of the stage and not let you leave, don't be stubborn," James said as soon as he saw you, his tone playful. "Or what, Ford?" He didn't even dare to answer, and this time it was the girls who laughed. You enjoyed the feeling of being among the crowd or in front of the stage in the area reserved for photographers. However, Alex hated that. He always tried to get you away from there. He was afraid that something might happen, and you understood. Most of the time, not always, you gave in and did as he wished, staying close to him.

And on that night, you agreed with him for your own good. He was worried about you enough. If you were exposed to the cold air or felt weak among so many people, it would be terrible for you (as well as for him). Besides, if you knew, he might even stop the show and not continue until he made sure you heard him. You wouldn't doubt that. "James warned me," you chuckled mischievously. They were about to go on stage. He held your cold hand in his, and you could feel the ring against his soft skin. He kissed your also cold nose with a gentle smile and took off his blazer to put it over your layers of coat and scarf. "I know you don't like it, but at least this time, please, pumpkin." You agreed, both knowing that this would happen again in several upcoming shows. "I'll be right here in your line of sight, fiancée." He seemed satisfied with the small victory, finding it cute even though he felt bad that your voice strained from a sore throat. He kissed you. "I won't let you down, okay? I promise?" He spoke softly, his tone laden with vulnerability, and it took you a moment to understand what he meant. "Alex, I know you won't. I said yes for a reason." You hugged him, then cupped his face in your hands. He was emotional, and you found it painfully adorable. Sometimes, you forgot that someone like him also had room for insecurities. "I couldn't be more certain about that, babe. I promise you." He nodded, holding you tightly. Jamie tapped him on the shoulder to let him know they needed to go, and there was a brief moment when all of them slapped your back as if you were best mates, expressing their happiness about it. This transitioned from Alex's worried expression to joyful ones as he saw you blushing with anxiety over not knowing how to react. It was always like this, and they understood you and your way of being. You returned the blazer to him, but he refused. "You're going to sing without it?" you asked incredulously. "It's just for one day, it's fine," he replied as if it were nothing. You thought about insisting, but the truth was that the blazer was warm, and his scent was making you feel good, like a remedy of its own. So, you let yourself hold onto the fabric.

Watching him perform live was always cathartic. This time was no different. The girls joined you, and they didn't hold back from screaming along. You even forced yourself to do the same as much as you could and as far as it was possible. It was all so beautiful. Alex would glance at you now and then, wearing a pure and gentle smile that made you unable to believe your luck. Ah, and it was as if he was never sick, although his voice still sounded slightly stronger than usual, but that was even better. You wondered why you hadn't cried until now, but from the middle to the end, during your most favorite lyrics, as well as those you knew were Alex's favorites, like "Perfect Sense" itself, he started repeating your name amidst the lyrics, and that made you completely melt. Kate had filmed it, and you were eager to see Alex's mother's reaction when she watched the videos. The way Alex looked at you with each note and moment filled your heart in an inexplicable way. He made you understand that there were no limitations to how happy someone could feel. There was always room for a little more of that feeling, and having the certainty in his gaze and actions that it was mutual made you even more his. You could never have enough of him. Every moment spent with Alex felt like a treasure, and you cherished every second.

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Just apologize

A/N: due to tight schedule i had/will have to skip a few days of the Kikitober event but I'm trying to do as many days as i can.

Day 5 with Laugh of the Kikitober 2024

Plot: After Kid had been in an awfully annoying and bad mood throughout the whole week, especially to Killer, the latter decides to put him into place. With the crew out on the island drinking or doing who knows what, Killer has all day long to show Kid the power of an apology.

Warnings: swearing, bondage, tickling, brat taming, established relationship implied, kinda nsfw-ish?, MDNI

Characters: Kid x Killer

Usually Killer didn't mind it when kid was being a pain in the ass and being dragged into Kids' room, resulting in some heated make out sessions. But not today. This time Kid has pushed Killer a little too far.

An apology. That was all Killer wanted from Kid. But kid was not a man to say sorry. Especially not when he's in a bratty mood.

Standing in Kids' room Killer decided it was time to turn things around and take control. "Today I'm in charge" killer said bluntly. Kid looked at him for a moment. It wasn't unusual for killer to be the dominating one still when kid was being a brat he wasn't in the mood to give up control.

Killer saw the hesitation in Kid's eyes. "What, are you scared now?" He asked trying to provoke Kid into agreeing. "As if there's anything you could do to scare me!" Kid barked obviously falling for the trap. "Good, then take all your clothes off, except for your underwear." Killer ordered in an intimidating tone.

Kid smiled to himself, finding Killer's dominating side amusing. Still he obeyed wanting to play along, thinking about how disappointed killer will be after his failed attempt to tame him then taking back control over the whole situation and fuck him senseless until he's learnt his lesson.

"So what now?" Kid asked after removing his clothes. "Detach your metal arm and lay on the bed, I'll be right back" killer said leaving the room.

He came back, holding something in his hand.

"Handcuffs? You didn't have to leave the room for them i got some in my nightstand." "But these are seastone prism cuffs." Killer replied jiggling the cuffs in his hand. Kid swallowed. for a moment he started to feel a little uneasy but killer didn't care. He stepped over to the bed and grabbed kid's wrist handcuffing it to the headboard.

"Someone seems a bit eager" he said trying to hide the fact that he did not like this one bit, at least not like he usually did, knowing very well that he'd been getting on his friends nerves the entire week.

But then again what's the worst killer could do to him? Edge him? Well probably but Kid knows that sooner or later Killer would give in to his own cravings. Hurt him? No Killer would never do that no matter how annoying he is, in the end they're still best friends/lovers. So what did Killer plan on doing to him.

Killer put his mask aside wanting Kid to see his face. "You know the saying laughter is the best medicine" killer asked shit eating grin on his face. "What's that supposed to mean?" Kid asked not liking the expression on the older man's face. "Well i thought that maybe laughing would help getting rid of your shitty attitude." Killer said hovering over kid straddling his waist.

"Are you losing your mind right now?" Kid spat. "Maybe, but did you really think i would do something you'd enjoy after you've been a pain in my ass the whole week" killer huffed gently moving his one hand over Kid's chest the other along his cuffed arm. Kid twitched at the light touch.

And suddenly realization hit him. "Wait! You're joking right. You can't be serious" kid said through gritted teeth. This was not good. One thing kid really hated was getting tickled, especially in a situation like this. "Not so tough anymore huh?" Killer cooed moving one hand further down his arm, while the one on his chest snaked up to his neck. Kid hissed trying to swallow the sound that wanted to leave his lips.

"I'm so going to kick your ass you fucking idiot" he snapped but killer just smiled. "You really think that it's a good idea to threaten me, given the position you're in" Killer whispered in his ear. Before Kid could throw another insult at Killer he felt one hand brushing his armpit. The sensation was driving him made making it harder to contain his laughter. His body involuntarily started shaking. He took deep breaths trying to block the horrible tingling out, moving his head to the side, as if it would help with the ticklish feeling. At least this way he didn't have to see the smirk on Killer's face.

Killer knew Kid wouldn't give in that easily, he's still the most stubborn person he knows. So he decided to pick it up a notch, now scratching at his armpit, while his other hand moved from his neck over his chest to his lower belly. The most adorable squeak left Kid's lips.

"Oh what was that? Don't tell me you're already breaking?" Killer taunted. The red haired man tried to say something but couldn't get a word out too busy keeping his laughter in. Killer enjoyed every minute of it, after all those days that he kept Killer non-stop on his feet, getting on his last nerve this felt like some sort of reward. When he saw how hard Kid was struggling he decided to give him a quick break, after all he didn't want to push him too far.

Kid was thankful for that, taking some deep breaths, body calming down, at least a little bit. "Fucking shit head" he exhaled looking at Killer. "That's enough" he warned. "Don't think so, haven't even heard you laugh properly" Killer mocked placing a sweet peck on his chest. "And you won't" Kid barked. No he won't give him this satisfaction, no matter what, he will not laugh.

"We'll see about that still have some spots to try" was all Killer said before placing sweet kisses on Kids stomach making him struggle in his bond. Killer could feel the way his muscles twitched underneath him. He looked up at Kid with a devilish smile and before Kid could protest, he blew a raspberry on his stomach.

"Noohhooo" Kid giggled. Killer smiled happily as he blew another, his hands tickling Kid's ribs and sides leaving him a giggling mess. After 2 more raspberries Killer stopped, his hands now gently massaging Kid's upper body.

"Didn't think you could endure this for so long without laughing" Killer said soothingly. Kid huffed, chest heaving quickly. "Told you you won't break me" Kid said smugly hoping Killer would finally stop. "I will don't worry" Killer threatened in a dangerous tone, that left Kid a little nervous. Not going unnoticed by Killer.

"I'll make you an offer. We both know that the next spots will be the death of you, so how about you finally apologize to me for being such a brat and get me some pasta and a drink in the town and i might let you go" Kid considered his offer for a moment. Taking Killer out would be enjoyable for both of them.

"How about i take you out to town and you let me go" Kid tried to negotiate with Killer. "No" well he kind of expected that answer. "I want an apology first and if you don't give me one i guess I'll have to continue" Killer faked a sigh.

"Fucking asshole i won't apol-" Kids words were cut off by the sensation of two hands kneading the spot right above his knees. Kid tried to kick Killer off him but to no avail. "Fuck" he blurted out as he started to giggle once again. Killer moved one hand to his inner thigh the other staying on his knee. Thats when a small laugh escaped Kid's lips.

"Soooo what were you trying to say about apologizing to me" Killer cooed with a wide grin. Kid was shaking unable to form a word and Killer's expression didn't help either. That fucking idiot was having fun torturing him.

Maybe apologizing wasn't a bad idea after all. Or maybe he could beg him to stop. No! Begging was not something Kid would do, he wasn't sure if he's even capable of doing that. But as soon as he saw Killer readjusting himself -now sitting on his shins facing Kid's feet- he thought of reconsidering that.

"Wait Killer, not there!" But Killer ignored his captain. He wanted an apology and he was going to get it. As soon as his hands made contact with his captains soles the latter burst out into deep belly laughter. Finally. Kid was trashing his head from side to side, body twitching trying to shake Killer off. "Changed your mind" Killer had to shout to make sure Kid would hear him over his laughter.

After a few more strokes of his fingers Kid gave in. "Fine, you won" he screamed. Killer immediately stopped and looked over his shoulder to see Kid's exhausted expression. "I'm sorry for being an asshole." Kid panted almost out of breath. Killer smiled and got off of him.

"Was that so hard?" He said while uncuffing his wrist. Kid glared at him still catching his breath. "I love your laugh" Killer added as he took care of the mark on his wrist. Kid wanted to be angry at killer for what just happened but seeing how tenderly he took care of his wrist and that sweet smile on his face made it impossible.

"Didn't mean to piss you off that bad" kid said eyes still locked on killer. "It's fine, now I know what to do next time you're being a pain in the ass" Killer said winking at Kid. "Fucking idiot, next time you're going to be the one getting tortured so i can hear your lovely laughter" Kid hissed with a devilish grin as he sat up.

Killer wanted to say something, protest that there's no reason for him to be on the receiving end but hearing Kid say that he got a lovely laugh was enough to make him slightly blush. "Just gimme a minute then we can go" kid mumbled. Killer just looked at him confused. "What? Part of the deal was an apology and that i get you your pasta and a drink."

[shalscumbunny]

Dear Doctor | Chapter 3: Appearances

Summary: Shalnark suffered a small injury while investigating some things for the Gen'ei Ryodan, his intention was that a doctor would cure him and nothing else, unfortunately that doctor was you and what you least expected is that one of the most wanted criminals in the world would end up becoming obsessed with you.

Pairing: Shalnark X F.Reader

Warnings: Stalking, theft of clothes, mention of male masturbation, harassment, installation of cameras and non-consensual recording

Author’s note: I always mention it in all my writings in English, but better safe than sorry, English is not my native language so it is very likely to find many mistakes and also that I know practically nothing about writing “X character and Y/N”

I am not a doctor so I will say my life excuse for everything, “I am a social science student”, so if something is wrong I apologize

Sites: AO3

When you got home and started rummaging through your things, you realized that the clothes you had worn in the hospital were missing, your first thought was that someone had stolen them, with all your heart you wished that it had been some nurse who didn't like you and not a pervert, you would hate that too much, the only thing was vomiting.

You preferred to stop thinking about it, telling yourself to finish some of your earrings before going to sleep, out of nowhere for some reason you thought of Shalnark, of that nice and sweet boy you had seen a few days ago, you liked to think of seeing him again, after all, he looked like a good person incapable of doing anything bad.

It was impossible for it to cross your mind to associate the disappearance of your clothes and that boy with such an angelic expression and behavior, although... really, the least thoughtful idea was the closest to reality.

You lay in your bed and the night passed quickly, from one moment to the next you were on your way to your doctor's office again, when you arrived a smile formed on your face.

"Shalnark?" You asked with a sweet and kind voice.

Shalnark reacted somewhat nervously, he was so focused installing the camera in your office that he didn't notice when you entered.

“Doctor!” He turned to you with an innocent and bright smile as usual.

It was probably because of how clueless you were and the good opinion you had of him, any normal person would have perceived the great love and obsession present in those turquoise eyes that remained fixed on your person.

"Did you come here to get your stitches removed?" You asked leaving your things in your locker without looking at him

“Exactly, but now I'm going to pay for it” Shalnark replied while hiding the tools he had used to install the surveillance camera.

“No, no” You refused, turning to him “Don't worry about that”

Shalnark sighed at your kindness, resigning himself and melting, resisting the urge to squeeze you in his arms, cover you with kisses and other less decent things.

Finally, he sat on the stretcher waiting for your care, seeing something funny how you had another uniform and knowing why.

"Did you change uniforms?" He asked innocently.

You approached him, leaving the medicine cabinet next to him and you looked at him.

"No, I just... I lost my uniform" You said embarrassed starting to lift the suture knots with a pair of tweezers

"Oh! What a tragedy! Are they very expensive?”

“It's not because it's expensive...”

“So?”

You sighed cutting the suture and pulling gently.

"Well... I hope it's just lying somewhere and that's it... imagine some kind of pervert has it..." Your tone of concern was evident

"Oh... I hope it's not that" Shalnark tried to encourage you with false empathy while you covered the wound to keep it dry "How many perverts are there on the streets... they always do disgusting things..."

You soon felt how he held your hand when you finished, for you there was no nobler gesture than that, you looked at him with such affection and warmth, for you he was like an angel, someone sweet, a kind and respectful man.

Shalnark almost felt bad seeing your look, your lovely sparkling eyes, almost felt guilty for being the one who stole your clothes and had spent the last few days masturbating while he smelled it.

"Thank you very much, doctor" Shalnark said, getting off the stretcher.

“You're welcome, come here more often, it's nice to see you” You proposed with a slight blush on your face, turning around to put away the first-aid kit

"Of course, doctor!” Shalnark accepted instantly, it was impossible for him to hide his blush and his joy, so he was infinitely grateful that you had turned around

It was almost adorable, at first glance you could only see a boy in love, no one would suspect that behind that angelic appearance was hiding a member of the Gen'ei Ryodan, a thief and serial killer, the man who had you as his goal, who planned to catch you sooner or later and never let you escape.

Unfortunately, Shalnark could not last long by your side, he had to leave because the rest of your patients began to arrive, however, he had many reasons to be happy.

He was able to speak, see and touch his beautiful and perfect doctor, he still felt the sensation of your fingers on his arm, the memory of your hand under his and the tone of your voice was continually drilling into his mind.

And even better… he had finished installing the last camera he had pending.

Thank you so much for reading my shit 🖤

Chapter 2 <- Chapter 3 -> Chapter 4

[walkingstackofbooks]

SNW 2x05 Charades thought-stream

[15 July '23]

La'an: "Why aren't you practising with Mr. Spock?" Erica: "Oh, things are kind of weird between them." XD Erica knooows

"Explore new interests such as cooking." Awww

Sam!

Una, Erica, Nyota and La'an all hanging out together - crew!

"It is good to see you Nurse Chapel." So so awkward.

He barely looks different as human, but it's still so strange!

I find it so funny they have 10 minute intros. Just put the titles whenever, y'know?

Spock's face cycling through his emotions so quickly, that's impressive!

Oh no, the second hand embarrassment about Spock interrupting tat meeting. Aghhhh

"Vulcans can be such jerks." *hug* "Did I read the moment wrong?" Oh, that's super sweet!

"Sometimes I don't cry in the shower. Kidding!" What is he like?!

Amanda!!!

HAT! It's now hiding human ears rather than Vulcan ones! I love love love this!

"You aren't a practised liar yet." Oh is this when he learns to lie?

Uhura is the only one who sounds like a Vulcan XD The others are so bad at it!

I thought they were going to do the Illyrian gene thing there, saying their medicine couldn't fix the genes.

Interesting that Amanda hides her ears with her hair

No, Spock, you have to tell T'Pring or you won't be able to hide it if she's not on your side!

The dad! "These are delicious!" Who said Vulcans don't show emotions?

Girls on tour!

"Yeah, I hate analogies." XD

"So what, I gotta be the one to vote against doing the crazy maneuver? Does that sound like me?" ERICA MY BELOVED I'm so happy to see more of you being you :3

Spock's expression while being interrogated - somehow so neutral but you can see him holding back

"The other being diverted shields away from himself to protect you." "(quietly) He what?" Oh. Oh.

"Oh my god. Christine, come on!" "Seriously you do know. Tell them!" It sounds like they've been waiting for this opportunity for too long XD

Ughhhh why does friendship have to not be a convincing enough reason on its own?

"Yes, uh, the very important earth transition of..." "-charades" HAH! I CANNOT, YES! I want to see this so badly. (I love how strained Pike looks. Poor, stressed dear XD)

"I have to tell you-" *stab* oh Christine!!!

Spock not managing to hold the secret in, even as a Vulcan, but he's doing it Vulcanly because Vulcans do have feelings ughh I cannot!

"You refer to my human side as a handicap, yet my mother is the most resilient, compassionate, tolerant person I've known." TOO CUTE. I LOVE THIS

"You can read about it in my paper when it comes out later this year." POWER MOVE GIRLLL

Chris is the most dadliest dad in this episode and I love him for it

When T'Pring said "time apart", I don't think she meant go and kiss someone else straight away! Spock! Seriously?!

Okay, I enjoyed that episode - though I think Spock Amok was better? I am miffed we did not get to see T'Prings dad doing charades though! We were robbed! How can you mention that and then not even show it a little bit? XD

[thereisnoblogniche]

The Last of Us (2023)

I have no outlet to talk about this. I need to express my thoughts somewhere. I just finished episode 7 today. i don't expect or necessarily want anyone to read this but if you are bored please don't expect this to make sense. i'm very tired and i feel myself nodding off as i type longer and longer (i'm writing this part last). I took some cold medicine and I am certain that is not helping. just a disclaimer for if you do read because it's all over the place and it's not pretty. very vulnerable and ugly look at myself.

"it's okay baby girl. I've got you." That line single-handedly destroyed me. Okay, that's not fair. It's what made me break down into the visceral, uncontrollable sobs that I couldn't contain or hide anymore. But it was far from working alone.

what an emotional, intense, wild ride. The show has been fantastic up to this point. I've had so many intimate moments with the characters. I've learned about them. Gotten to know them. Watched many of them die--fairly or not. It's not a fair world after the world ends. it may not be kind or gentle or morally good, but it's justifiable, if not just understandable.

The show is well-made, well-cast, well-acted, well-edited, well-done all over. But I feel gutwrenched. Sad. I don't want it to end. I haven't had enough time. I need more episodes. Why aren't they longer? Why aren't there 13? Why not have a whole second season dedicated to more of Ellie and Joel's relationship? I'm not ready for this to be over. I am just not.

I don't know how to succinctly or even long-windedly explain how I feel about this episode. All I feel is just empty and depressed. Just depleted. I am very affected by fictional media and find myself so wrapped up in the characters and story, you'd think I went through it and experienced it all myself.

I can't put it into words. I keep sitting here and trying. Yes, watching Joel and Ellie go from a transactional relationship to choosing to save one another over and over is beautiful. Yes, watching Joel open up and Ellie learn to survive are two things that I cannot do justice to by simply summing them up in a sentence as great character arcs. Yes, the stories, the dialogue, the action, the twists, the turns, the devastation--it's all a masterclass in video game adaptations. but there's more to it for me. Another level I can't quite articulate but I'll try.

I don't want to live through the apocalypse. I certainly don't want to live to see a fungal pandemic. BUT I think there's a part of me that wants to be saved.

There's a part of me who is Ellie. Who is tough and fierce and a survivor. But who just wants to be wrapped up in the arms of someone who chooses me. Joel grabbing her and hugging her at the end of the episode wasn't because he just saved her from the bad guys. She saved herself. He is no longer obligated to her. But he wants to be there for her. He comforts her all the same. He is still there for her in the aftermath, happy to be reunited with her. Relieved. Thankful. Maybe I'm not like ellie. Because I feel like I do need rescuing. I can't do it by myself. I'm tired. I'm weak. I need help. I do want to be held. I want to be protected. I want to be saved from the bad guys. Dont' give me the gun. Put me on the horse, give me your extra coat, defend me with your life. Actually, Ellie does that for Joel in this episode. She protects him and fights for him. What an amazing person.

It's something that's tugged at me since the show started. The idea of being saved. Being protected. Specifically by someone as ruthless and hardened and not so likeable as Joel. But he's someone who is hardened for a reason. Someone who is guarded for a reason. i respect it, I admire it. I fear it. I wouldn't dare try to crack that nut. No I am nothing like ellie. she is fearless (on the outside). she doesn't care. i could never. I care too much.

And she does too. She cares. She risked her life to save Joel instead of running away. She went through hell and back and survived to meet him on the other side. I could never. I would have been hoping and praying to a god I don't believe in to please save Joel in time so he could wake up and protect me.

Please protect me.

I need someone strong, someone too closed off, someone who is a bit of an asshole--warranted or not--likeable or not. And no I didn't like him for awhile. I didn't hate him. I just saw him the way I saw a lot of people in the post-pandemic world. Just people trying to survive I guess. they have their reasons.

But as time went on, I still found myself thinking, yeah, wow, that's the guy I would want in my corner. Tough and cold and unloving as he might seem. You know he wouldn't hesitate to protect you. And then to see him soften up and grow fond of ellie, in his own way, and then outright hug her and hold her and show her affection. I felt myself in that moment become ellie. that's what I mean when I say i am like her I think. I became her in that moment. Small, vulnerable, scared, horrified, traumatized, relieved, in need of a friend.

what do I need to do to find me a joel? that's not fucking healthy. I don't want an emotionally unavailable 56 year old. that's some therapy material. though it doesn't hurt that he is very attractive somehow (I say that like the whole world wasn't simping after him). but I found it to be more than that. there's something about this character specifically--because I didn't think he was all that attractive before. now I get it. there's definitely some psychological bullshit to explain why I feel so attracted to this, not just sexually, but like on a mental and emotional plane. I feel so validated by this arc and I ache so badly to feel it resolved in my life. i don't know how to explain that or appropriately express it.

i want to live vicariously and feel protected by a grumpy guy who learns to love me. that's toxic af but it's how i feel and i have had some uncomfortable feelings unlocked. all the girls with daddy issues be like,.. hahah hahahah just kidding. or am i?

just please love me. please love me. please love me. take care of me. even if you hate me or can't stand me or don't understand why i am under your protection. please save me.

i wish i were like ellie. she is way more self-assured and confident than i am. yes she is scared and insecure in some ways. she's human. but she isn't scared and insecure in the ways that i am.

boy this show has me fucked up. this fictional piece of media. fuck you HBO and naughty dog. I wish i never saw it

[callsigndreadfrost]

Gods, this took forever and a half to answer. Um, I picked Jelani for this because ever since that dream the other night I've just been thinking about them nonstop and have had them on the mind since then and I admit I've been a little emotional over them since then and just wanted to just do things involving them. So it's 50 questions from this post over here.

Super detailed questions about your OCs

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything? Jelani Haakonsen.

Ingvarr, his dad, had named his oldest son and seeing how Jela was Sanaa's first born he told her she had every right to name him do she did. She named him after her father.

Jelani means mighty in Kiswahili. Which totally was a super popular choice among the ale-drinking, war loving, 300 pounds of muscle big oafs she found herself surrounded by lol.

His surname, Haakonsen, even has a bit of a story behind it too. See, prior to 1923 the majority of people in Norway used patronymic surnames so he was then known as Jelani Ingvarrsen (son of Ingvarr). After the law passed in 1923 the family had to adjust and pick a fixed surname. They decided to use Haakon's name. So now it's:

Ingvarr Haakonsen Sanaa Haakonsen Loke Haakonsen Jelani Haakonsen

2. Do they have any titles? How did they get them? Currently? No. Now, I'm not sure if this counts but he was Jarl for a while.

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory? I often describe his childhood as being kind of fairy tale like. Parents that loved him unconditionally, a community of family and friends each as loving as the next, an older brother who dotted on him and grew close to to the point of each becoming each other's best friend and acting more like twins than actual twins do.

Best childhood memories are hanging out with his mom and brother as she tended to her medicinal garden, tending and caring for livestock with his grandfather and watching his older brother and dad practicing battle tactics and dying to be old enough to start training himself.

A bad memory is definitely when he started to "see things no one else could see". Most of the people, who turned out to be long dead ancestors from both sides of the family, were protecting him from a pretty disturbing manifestation hell bent on hurting/killing him.

Another bad memory was the start of puberty, along with the difficulty of puberty something else was manifesting within him. It was like 2 very different people were fighting to occupy one body. What really happened was that his "old self" was trying to take over but the "new self" fought back and won in the end.

4. What is their relationship with their parents? What’s a good and bad memory with them? Did they know both parents? So Jelani's relationship with his parents is perfect. There's a lot of mutual respect and love between them and all the care in the world. Both Jelani and Loke may be grown men but Ingvarr can often be heard referring to them as "his babies" but Ingvarr is not infantilizing them, he's just that kind of dad. Jelani has a very open, honest and trusting relationship with his parents to the point where he tells his parents everything. Ingvarr and Sanaa are two very patient and mature parents who raised both boys to express themselves with words instead of hiding their feelings or acting out in violence as well as respecting their kids.

This feels like a cop out but Jelani has nothing but good memories with his parents because of what I said before. There really aren't any bad memories.

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults? He has an older brother: Loke. Jelani is 16 years younger than Loke so from the moment he was born his brother excitedly took to the role of older brother very seriously and was like a third parent. It was basically love at first sight, Loke volunteered to do everything with Jelani from feeding, bathing, trying to teach him to walk and was the first person who put a sword in Jelani's hands when he was old enough to hold one. As Jelani grew up Loke still remained somewhat of a parent figure in his eyes but soon became his best friend. Even now as a grown man he still looks to Loke as a comforting parental figure and the person he goes to whenever he feels sad, angry or scared and vice versa. They're open and honest with each other to a deeper level than with their own parents. They often get chastised by others for somehow never fighting with each other, sure a disagreement here and there but they've never once struck each other or yelled at each other in anger. Well...they fought once and it was mostly Jelani doing the yelling and afterwards Jelani spent an hour crying because he yelled at Loke and both spent the rest of the day apologizing to each other.

They know each other so well they can even communicate without words and know exactly what the other means by simple nods, gestures and body language alone. They often finish each other's thoughts and sentences and act more like the stereotypical portrayal of twins than actual twins do. Just know that if you fuck with one the other is never too far and will come at you with the force of a million angry werewolves.

6. What were they like at school? Did they enjoy it? Did they finish? What level of higher education did they reach? What subjects did they enjoy? Which did they hate? He never went. He was born in what is known today as Hammerfest, Norway in the year 870 in a small village. So this was pretty much long before school in the traditional sense that we know of in the modern sense was even a thing.

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood? There weren't that many kids around his age but there was one boy who he grew up with. A little werewolf whose name I forgot who always hung out with him and Loke. The boy developed a crush on him and in their teenage years they got together making him Jelani's first boyfriend and the start of his preference for werewolves and men (the boy is FtM). They lasted together for years until he decided he wanted kids but Jelani didn't so instead of holding him back both left each other amicably and remained friends. After Jelani joined Oracle Corp they lost touch.

8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals? The family had 4 dogs one of which was more attached to Jelani. He also had a horse named Dagny that was his grandfather's horse's baby. As an adult he was gifted an orphaned Norwegian Forest cat by his aunt Greta named Bheka. After Bheka died he got a ball python who he named Dagny after his very first horse.

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals? He has a way with animals that even he can't explain. It's like when animals are around him animals just become relaxed and at ease and even become peaceful.

10. Do they like children? Do children like them? Do they have or want any children? What would they be like as a parent? Or as a godparent/babysitter/ect?

He absolutely love kids, he think kids are the most adorable thing around and even love to play around with them. But he doesn't want any of his own. Jelani would make an excellent parent but he says he wouldn't be able to dedicate the time and energy a kid deserves especially with him being the next in line to becoming the head of Oracle Corp which takes up a lot of his time. For the time being he says 99% no and 1% yes. Who knows? Maybe he'll change his mind in the future.

As an uncle though he's fantastic and absolutely enjoys spending time with Trevor's daughter and his 6 younger cousins often babysitting them when he has the time.

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies? Nah, he can and does eat whatever he wants but he does like to keep a well balanced and healthy diet especially to set an example to his chaotic af husband who'd eat ice cream for breakfast and never ever touch a vegetable if he could help it.

12. What is their favorite food? Sushi is his most favorite food of all time. He's a little bit of a foodie so he loves to try all kinds of food and cooking.

13. What is their least favorite food? Peanut butter. Just the smell alone makes him wanna vomit. He tried eating it once and threw it back up mostly because of the smell.

14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal? Okay, so unfortunately one of Angelus's abusers found him again and kidnapped and tortured him plus some other stuff I don't wanna mention here. When he was done with him he cut his throat and left him hanging from a tree and dialed the last number on his phone which was Trevor's. After a long surgery to put his throat back together and help him heal faster he was in the hospital wing of the compound and when he woke up Jelani brought him a big box of steamed dumplings and sushi from one of his favorite restaurants.

Both of them ate the food in silence until Angelus broke down and began to cry and apologize because in his mind he felt he betrayed Jelani after what was done to him. TBH both cried for a long time because both were feeling guilty in their own way even though neither of them were to blame for anything but Jela felt that by not being in the country at the time he wasn't there to protect him.

He managed to calm him down and kept eating in this weirdly serene peace that felt lovely when he managed to get a genuine smile out of him. That moment always stuck out to him for so many reasons and I'd need like 50 pages to explain it all in detail so I'll end it at that.

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking? Yes, he is! He absolutely adores cooking and baking, he loves to experiment and try new things from simple to complicated. Both Jelani and Loke take turns cooking meals for everyone else a few days out of the month which everyone looks forward to. He's been told his cooking is fantastic.

16. Do they collect anything? What do they do with it? Where do they keep it? Not really no, I mean, he does have a lot of books and some rare first editions from his favorite books but that's it really.

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos? Of his pets and it's not often. Other than that not really.

18. What’s their favourite genre of: books, music, tv shows, films, video games and anything else. Books? Literally any genre. Music? Metal. Thrash metal, symphonic metal, industrial metal, dark metal, gore metal. Just fucking metal. TV and films? Crime, fantasy, scifi, horror, action, adventure, thriller, suspense, westerns, espionage, war. Video games? fantasy, shooters, scifi, action/adventure, horror, and rpgs.

19. What’s their least favourite genres? Romance. He feels like no one ever actually gets it right and to his liking and that goes double if it's heterosexual.

20. Do they like musicals? Music in general? What do they do when they’re favourite song comes? Musicals? No, he cannot stand those. But he does love music overall. He's been to hundreds of concerts and has traveled to attend concerts from his favorite bands.

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper? Not at all. He's the most patient out of all of my OCs. It takes a lot to get him legit angry and when that happens gods help you and your soul.

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back? He's pretty traditional when it comes to insults, not too creative and will just bitch you out to your face. Usually this ire is invoked when someone else starts to piss him off.

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces? Yeah, actually, he has an excellent memory both short term and long term. He can remember faces and names for a very long time. Useful in his field of work.

24. What is their sleeping pattern like? Do they snore? What do they like to sleep on? A soft or hard mattress? Jelani has some of the worst insomnia any of them have ever seen. He's gone days to damn near 3 weeks without much sleep if at all. This is actually a huge problem that's caused him a lot of worry over the years. The longer he goes without sleep the worse and stronger the migraines hit him. He's actually been put into chemically induced comas and has been hospitalized for it. He takes medication for it and while it doesn't exactly cure it it does help to alleviate the insomnia. He doesn't snore often but when he does it's really soft and in short bursts. The mattress has to be a good balance between soft and firm.

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humor? Are they funny themselves? He's kinda edgy when it comes to humor and likes humor that's more on the darker side. Now, this doesn't mean he's totally up for or tolerates offensive jokes, those are a sure way to piss him off and get you on his shit list. I really wouldn't say he's naturally funny.

26. How do they act when they’re happy? Do they sing? Dance? Hum? Or do they hide their emotions? He smiles a lot and tends to be really chirpy. A lot of times he can be caught humming to himself when happy.

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad? Okay, so whether he likes to admit it or not Jelani is just like his dad, he's really driven by his emotions and isn't afraid to act on this. He cries if he needs to and doesn't hide it. When he's sad he's really somber and very quiet often keeping to himself and tends to crawl into bed and stay there until he feels better and then proceeds to eat his weight in junk food.

28. What is their biggest fear? What in general scares them? How do they act when they’re scared? Death. Not his own death but the death of all those near and dear to him. He doesn't handle death well. At all. It affects him on a really deep level to the point of not coping well with it. The first death he ever felt was his grandfather's who he blamed himself for and still does to this day.

When scared he gets hyper-vigilant and possessive and overprotective.

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective? See I have to divide this answer. On the job finding someone's fear is often used as a leverage he can and will use as a bargaining chip or a threat. Anything to get information for any op.

Off the clock he tends to keep it in mind as to not trigger a reaction from anyone affected by any fears. He doesn't approve of making fun of anyone for what they fear much less teasing them for it. He might get a little protective though.

30. Do they exercise? Regularly? Or only when forced? What do they act like pre-work out and post-work out? He loves it! 6 days a week at the gym, 5 days out of the 6 he goes for a 1 hour swim before hitting the gym and spends roughly 2 to 3 hours at the gym. After he's done he likes to shower and then get a treat most times in the form of a fruit smoothie or a cherry slushy. Of course this is all dependent on whether he's away on an op or not.

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing? God, Jelani drinks so much, just so fucking much. It's nuts. He has legit dedicated nights to just drinking and has even paid like 1k in alcohol alone. He never gets drunk though, he can't, for whatever reason the most alcohol will ever do is get him just tipsy. Same goes for Loke but Berserkers aren't affected by alcohol in the normal sense.

No idea what he'd be like hungover. Now, around drunk or hungover people he loves to tease them unless they're feeling sick then he'll help them out.

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like? Look, Jela is a simple person with simple tastes. Band t-shirt, loose fitting jeans, a black hoodie, boots or sneakers and he's good to go. That's it. He'll also dress in a more goth fashion as well if he's feeling a little extra. He mostly gets his stuff online, kinda hard to find Amon Amarth merch outside the internet lol

Sleeps naked.

Wears eyeliners, eye shadows and mascaras. Not a fan of powder or lipsticks cuz he says it feels weird on him plus feels like no colors really match him well.

His hair is super low maintenance, he just brushes it and is ready to go. Sometimes does a little braid on the side or more but never really ties it unless the heat gets to him and even then he hesitates to.

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties? Boxer briefs.

34. What is their body type? How tall are they? Do they like their body? Swimmer's body and slightly toned. He's 6'6" (198.1 cm) (1.98 m). And yes, he does. He takes pride in himself and takes good care of himself.

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure? Guilty pleasure is watching really bad movies. He's fully aware they're bad movies but he loves to watch them and then checking information on them like behind the scenes, what happened to make them turn out so bad and so on. Films overall are his unguilty pleasure. He loves watching movies and learning all the behind the scenes, extra information on them, what cameras were used and what equipment was used as well. He can recall who was a film's director and editor and what was the reason for the casting choice as well as the camera equipment. He totally dorks out when it comes to movies.

36. What are they good at? What hobbies do they like? Can they sing? Cooking and baking are some of his favorite hobbies, not only are they a hobby he invests time on but he really enjoys it and it shows in the care and dedication he puts out into it.

He also loves to go hiking and camping which he, his brother and his dad often do when he and Loke go home to visit his parents. Occasionally adding in some fishing and hunting.

Loves to just sit down and play video games either by himself or with friends. It's one of those hobbies that he really enjoys due to being able to relax and share some fun experiences with friends and some of his younger family members.

But the one hobby that blows the others outta the water is for sure reading. That man can easily finish about 3 500+ page books a week if given enough time.

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction? He loves to read! It's the one thing he cannot live without! Reading blows all of his other favorite hobbies out of the water! He can read fast but he prefers a medium pace just to take it all in. He reads just about any genre and likes both fictional and non-fiction.

Poetry though eh...not really.

38. What do they admire in others? What talents do they wish they had? Oh, many things. But just to keep this short and sweet let's use Angelus as an example. He really admires his dedication to learning more about his favorite hobby which is drawing. He's constantly impressed with his husband's work and how he can do anything from cute and cartoon like to hyper realistic drawings that you'd swear you were looking at photographs. Sometimes he wishes he could do even half of what Angelus could do but he feels like he wouldn't be able to pull off a decent stick figure.

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging? To be honest as technology continues to improve he loses more and more interest in paper. He's moved on to fully digital. His planners, schedules, notes, and everything else is all digital that get backed up and then that back up gets backed up just in case. He doesn't wanna deal with paper in any sense of the word. It's cleaner that way and less wasteful. However, when it comes to the job though there's a mix of paper, digital and the old school "store it in your brain for safe keeping".

40. Do they like energy drinks? Coffee? Sugary food? Or can they naturally stay awake and alert? He doesn't like coffee, tea or hot drinks overall. He'll sometimes drink energy drinks not because it helps him wake up but because of the flavor. He can do a pretty good job at staying alert and awake by himself.

Loves sugary food though. There's always a pudding, cake, pie, cheesecake or some other baked good in the fridge and always some ice cream.

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship? Jelani's pansexual though he has a very strong preference for men and male presenting people and androgynous people. He's often half joking that he might actually be gay instead of pansexual. Honestly speaking Ginger was really the last woman he was ever with and that was back in the 60s (iirc). Not like before her were a lot of women either there some but not a whole not really. It's mostly been men and masculine inclined. Yes, this is also including trans people. He kinda prefers non-cis people cuz they don't give him a hard time over being non-binary. Steers clear of straights if he can help it.

Honestly he has a hard-on for werewolves and he loves his men femme as fuck all. The more femme the better. Physically though? They definitely need to be shorter than him but at 6'6" that's fairly easy lol. Now, he'll fuck anyone but for something more serious like relationship wise he prefers people that look like him for like a million different reasons. There have only ever been 2 exceptions: his first boyfriend because let's face it, look at where he was born and raised. And Angelus because there was just something there and even better he knew Angelus was a safe person to be around. Otherwise he wouldn't have been with him let alone married him.

He likes and looks for people that can be independent but also be needy in their own way. Tends to avoid people that aren't family inclined. Definitely people that really understand that relationships need work in order to work and that both parties are on equal ground. For relationships they absolutely must be non-human and long lived and no younger than 100 years old. No humans at all much less younger than 40.

42. What are their goals? What would they sacrifice anything for? What is their secret ambition? Right now he's hyper focused on becoming the head of Oracle Corp which honestly speaking he doesn't know when that'll happen. Aleksey keeps that event in the dark so Jelani just focuses on learning everything he can from his mentor and doing his best while going above and beyond the call of duty when it comes to his work.

He's fully aware that once he goes fully into that role he may never really be out in the field again which truth be told hurt him more than he lets on. He loves being out in the field, in the thick of it and the challenge any operation brings to him. He knows he'll have to sacrifice it when he takes the mantle of the head of Oracle but sometimes he thinks Aleksey is holding back because he knows this and is just letting Jelani get sick of the field so that it makes the transition easier.

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people? He grew up with 2 very different belief systems, so basically he has 2. The one from his dad and the one from his mom. He respects them and believes in them but in his own way. You won't see him making offerings, praying, referring to any of the deities in high reverence and so on. However, having said that he does feel a sense of comradery with the religion and belief system from his mom's side of the family. But overall, no, he isn't religious, not really.

He does think people who devote their entire lives to their believes is admirable and will happily sit down and hear someone else talk about their own religion because in his eyes it's never a bad thing to learn from someone else what life is like from their point of view as it could broaden his own.

...with the exception of christianity. He absolutely hates it, what it stands for and all the crimes, hate and atrocities it has brainwashed people into committing. Now, don't get him wrong he knows any idea, any belief can be misused to push hate and vileness upon others, he's had to watch hate groups infiltrate and use one of his religions as a way to target people who look like him and part of his family for years and has to explain to people how it isn't like that. He hates seeing those groups turn something so beautiful and enriching into some twisted monstrosity to suite their own needs. But truth be told he is just really distrusting of christianity overall and wants nothing to do with it. The insisting nagging to join them and their point of view of how only theirs is the right and only one just enrages him all the more.

Are his views and feelings on religion skewed due to the fact that Jelani is not only a Maker but the Maker of Makers, Goddess King of the first pantheon and Eldest One? Not only that but the very first thing to have been made by the Concept of Existence therefore in some way Prince of Existence? Yeah, possibly. There maaaaaaaaay be some form of...let's use entitlement for lack of a better word when it comes to him worshiping other deities.

I have no real way of explaining to anyone else what being Eldest One means in a grandiose cosmic sense and how HUGE that is but it does play part as to why he doesn't follow religion but respects it.

44. What is their favorite season? Type of weather? Are they good in the cold or the heat? What weather do they complain in the most? Winter is his favorite season. He loves the cold, he thrives in it. Snow storms, lightning storms, rainstorms, electrical storms--just storms overall are his favorite weather along with cold blowing wind and he is at peace.

Heat though can suck his whole dick and balls. He hates heat with a passion, he constantly complains about it and gets really grouchy when he's hot from heat

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves? I think it's fair to say he has no delusions about how others see him. Jelani is a very tall, well built, very dark skinned Black man with a noticeable accent minding his own goddamn business. Just that alone makes certain people act stupid and he's well aware. In fact, stepping out of the compound or his apartment means he's just extra aware but not like how say Angelus would be. Sure, Angelus is a very feminine, cross dressing gay man which pretty much means he has a target painted on his back but it doesn't compare. Jelani's may not be effeminate and looks cis even though he isn't but he uses make up sometimes, paints his nails mostly pink and has pink in his hair and is mostly seen holding hands with a man. That plus what I said before means he knows the target on his back is far bigger. He's had to deal with all sorts of bullshit through the centuries pretty much everywhere he goes, he's seen and heard atrocities and isn't gonna feign ignorance though he is not one to just sit down and take any of it neither especially knowing he has friends and family that guard and protect each other no matter what.

He has a lot of self-knowledge and is very self-aware and a lot has to do with where he lives and the centuries he's lived through in different parts of the world he's been in.

But those that know him see him for what he really is. A smart, confident and trustworthy leader who'd give his own life for them if need be. Someone who has others' best interest in mind, someone who's firm and strong but also approachable and soft and gentle enough to see any and all sides within reason. A person they can count on for anything no matter how small and simple or difficult and large.

46. Do they make a good first impression? Does their first impression reflect them accurately? How do they introduce themselves? It really depends on who you ask and how Jelani perceives the person he is first meeting. Like I said previously he is first seen as intimidating physically and personality wise which isn't exactly wrong. Depending on the environment you first meet him in (work or personal) is how it goes. Off the clock he gives off this chill, relaxed and fun vibe but on the clock he seems intimidating and stoic. No matter which he somehow gives you the sense that he's approachable and feels safe enough to get close to. And no, he doesn't do this on purpose. It just happens.

47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event? OMG, he absolutely 1,000% hate formal events. He thinks they're borish, stuck up, have zero room for personality and it's double when it's some hoity toity black tie event. He haaaaaaaaaaaates it and if forced he somehow finds some way to play by the rules but in his own way.

He's gonna be over by the punch bowl and food or in a corner drinking wine like his life depended on it.

48. Do they enjoy any parties? If so what kind? Do they organize the party or just turn up? How do they act? What if they didn’t want to go but were dragged along by a friend? Okay so when he was young and by young I mean under 300 years old he loved parties and things of that nature. Someone had something going on and he was one of the first few to confirm he'd be going. Now though, at 1,153, eh not so much. If it's a family reunion or a friend's birthday or a graduation, you know, something with an actual purpose he's totally down to going. He's not one to plan them but he will insist on helping with any preparations or with getting things that are needed and will stay behind to help clean up. He'll never show up at a party without bringing something or helping out before, during or after. He's pretty social so he'll be all over the place and talking with everyone, reaching out to the hosts to see if they need any help in anything but above all else keeping an eye on Angelus as he knows Angelus doesn't do well in large crowds especially if Jelani is the only person he knows.

To be honest you can't force him to do anything but if a friend or family member asks and even if he doesn't wanna go he'll go as a favor.

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them? He doesn't have just one. Yes, they are very sentimental items. Most he keeps safe and sound at home.

He has an otter stuffie that his grandparents gave him a few years ago when they went on vacation. They brought a stuffie for everyone in the family of their favorite animal and Jelani's was an otter. Angelus actually placed a calming spell on it that he enforces every so often and when stressed, angry, sad or not doing too good health wise Jelani holds it and the spell activates. After Bheka died he placed his last collar with the tag still on it on the otter and doesn't move it from there.

Before his paternal grandfather died he'd made a Thor's hammer out of a stone with a weird pattern and coloration and gave it to Jelani. It's very old and has seen better days but it's safely tucked away in his bedroom. No one is allowed to touch it.

50. If they could only take one bag of stuff somewhere with them: what would they pack? What do they consider their essentials? One lmao

One? Try several. But let's follow the rules and pretend he doesn't have at least 12 bug out bags filled with updated supplies in different places in case shit ever hits the fan. When you know what he knows you too would be ready for anything.

A good, hardy and comfortable bag with a very detailed, complete and up to date first aid kit. Comfortable pair of jeans, t-shirt, light jacket, socks, underwear, and all terrain water proof boots. Small bag with travel sized toothbrush, tooth paste, deodorant, soap, shampoo and conditioner, sunscreen, and menstrual hygiene products which include but are not limited to cups, pads winged and not winged and tampons because you don't know who might need help and sometimes his husband spots. Flashlight, lighter, a week's worth of MREs, bottled water, compass, electronic charger, small battery, satellite phone, lots and I mean lots of cash, small box of tools, plenty of ammo for a Sig Sauer P320-M18 (none of the weapons Oracle has and uses are civilian versions). All these items are just the essentials. Anything else is just extra that he may or may not dump depending on the situation.

Every other bag is equipped with different equipment for different scenarios though carrying the essentials he deems necessary.

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Aymeric

he doesn't want you to fuss over him

but he does

he wouldn't want to burden you with taking care of him

you're probably busy with other things surely

the realm is always in need of it's hero after all

but if you could spare some time, he wouldn't mind you sitting/laying with him

although he'd be more worried you'd get sick

if you did, he'd make sure to take care of you

when you give him his medicine, he'd try his best to hide his disgust for the stuff

but he wouldn't be at all annoyed by your giggles when you see his disgusted/pouty expressions

even he'd know that if it tastes bad, it's sure to work quickly

he'd sleep a lot when sick and would always wake up to more blankets on him than what was on him when he first drifted off to sleep

he'd appreciate you trying to keep him warm

Estinien

he's very grumbly

he doesn't need to be taken care of

and he doesn't want to stay in this bed all day

he'd be especially grumbly if he had to stay in bed for more than a day

as a matter of fact, he sneaks out of bed

but you always catch him and send him back to his room

he tires himself and you out by doing this

and you're at least thankful that he's sleeping off the sickness

and he notices afterwards that you've tucked him in so good that he can't get up and try to escape

"Dammit, Y/N."

"That's what you get. If you'd just stay put, we wouldn't have a problem."

he's not used to someone forcing him to stay in bed when sick

to be honest, he just hadn't ever really slowed down to take care of himself either

so this was all kind of new to him

but because you were taking care of him, he had no issue getting used to it

"I can take care of myself, you know."

"Okay. I guess I'll go visit Aymeric and tell him you're sick, I'm sure he'll come round-"

"Stay. He needn't know about this."

haha got 'em

he also isn't used to someone giving him medicine or cuddles when sick

you know, he would really appreciate the cuddles

I'd imagine he'd curl up with you (kinda like a dragon)

he's gets the chills and needs your warmth

he's especially clingy when sick but you don't seem to mind

but he doesn't know why you're babying him

he can feed himself with a spoon yet you insist on feeding him

his cheeks get all red

"I can take care of myself, you know."

"Okay, well, I guess I'll go visit Aymeric and tell him you're sick, I'm sure he'll come round-"

"Stay. He needn't know about this."

haha got 'em

he would complain that he feels much better and doesn't need anymore of that medicine

with how it tastes, he's sure you were trying to poison him

but after the threats to go get Aymeric, he'd not say another peep

[liannelara-dracula]

Heyo how are u doing❤❤

If ur requests r open i would like to request 🤒and 🥺 for tg bois plss

Also i love ur work😍🥰 and dont forget to take care of yourself and stay hydrated😘

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When their Gf is Sick Hcs

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Hi Love,

Gosh, I'm sorry this took so long. I am now starting to have more time. And aww, thank you so much. You too!

-Liannelara

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Requests are open

Other request: What they find cute about their gf

Rules

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When their Gf is Sick Hcs

Kaneki:

💊He has been sick before since he was human so he knows what its like.

💊So because of his experience, he knows what helps and what doesn't.

💊Brings tissues, a thermometer, blankets, medicine, and some movies.

💊He is pretty good at keeping track of your fever and helps out with whatever you need.

💊The good thing is that he doesn't get sick with you since he's a ghoul.

💊So he gives you forehead kisses, cuddles with you, and pretty much spends the day(s) with you like normal.

💊He is able to make soup that doesn’t suck.

💊Although when you're asleep he sits by you on the bed, usually stroking your hair.

💊He may say something sweet too sometimes.

💊“You’re a really sweet girl, Y/n, I wish you’d see that.”

💊He usually will get in bed too and wrap an arm around you to bring you closer.

Hide:

💊Gosh he’s always the one giving you bugs or getting them in the end because he smothers you a lot.

💊He cuddles and gives k*sses even though you remind him not to.

💊“Relax babe, I’m not gonna get sick.”

💊“Hide you’re not that tough it will definitely get you.”

💊“I have a strong immune system.”

💊“Still I worry about you.”

💊Might ask Kaneki for help

💊Although he usually tries to handle it on his own, he might have to go to the pharmacy more than once but he gets the hang of it.

💊He likes taking your temperature but doesn’t like it when your fever is present.

💊Usually has you rest your head on his lap while he watches tv.

💊Tries to make you soup but ends up buying it instead since he knows he can’t cook.

💊Is heavily bothered if you vomit, lol.

💊But if he really cares he will suck it up and deal with it.

Ayato:

💊He’s no good, you need to get yourself a new boyfriend.

💊He’d have zero patience at a pharmacy.

💊And he’d have to learn so much because he’d only be screwing up.

💊Hates reading all the medication stuff and just wishes you weren’t sick anymore.

💊Probably thinks that estimating your temperature is okay.

💊Doesn’t know what to do so you tell him what to do.

💊Laughs at the way you sneeze and how your voice sounds.

💊He learns about remedies and how much it sucks being sick.

💊Gets you tissues and tries to make tea.

💊If you vomit he thinks it's disgusting.

💊He’s not used to sickness so you’re gonna have to cut him some slack.

💊He does try though since he likes you.

💊Feels bad if you have a hard time recovering but he again, doesn’t know how to express his feelings very well.

Yomo: 

💊Like Ayato he gets confused.

💊He might read it in a book or article about what to do.

💊He does buy tissues and medicine.

💊Although he’s not good at understanding if you need others things.

💊Tries to make you soup and it turns out okay, even if it's simple.

💊Does give forehead kisses tho.

💊Gets you blankets and he sometimes ruffles your hair.

💊I feel like he is pretty warm so if your cold he’s kinda alarmed by your touch.

💊But then he’ll try to warm you up by having you cuddle against him.

💊He will tease you about your bedhead.

💊“It’s like a bird's nest.”

💊“Shut up!”

Uta:

💊Finds your sneezes to be adorable.

💊“Aww, you sound just like a mouse.”

💊“You’re so--” You’d stop midsentence due to another one of your sneezing fits again.

💊Is always asking how everything feels and how you feel.

💊He literally writes this down in his sketchbook 😂 

💊He likes it when you nap because he usually wraps you around in a blanket.

💊So all you see is your face.

💊Which he likes to poke.

💊And it makes you so fed up with him “Stooop.” You’d mummer with your eyes closed, only for him to continue.

💊“I’ll eat you.” You’d say being serious with your done expression.

💊“Ohh, is that a threat??”

💊“Ew, don’t be a creep.” You’d say having your nose scrunch.

💊“Kidding, I love you.” He’d grin, kissing your cheek.

💊He isn’t so much on affection cause he does prefer to talk but he will cuddle.

💊It’s mostly because he sees how drained and sluggish you are so he figured it might help.

💊He also likes to cuddle you if you feel cold.

💊Mostly cause he can tease about hands being small.

💊“They’re so tiny.”

💊Isn’t bothered by vomit in the slightest. Only cause it's yours, plus he’s kinda fascinated by sickness since he’s never experienced it.

💊He probably finds it fun to take your temperature, especially if if shows different smiles depending on the temperature. My thermometer does this so like it was smile when it's good and frowns when it's not, lol.

Furuta:

💊He kinda finds you cute when sick.

💊Like how cold and hot you get.

💊“Fufu~ You know, this is almost like temperature play.” He’d smirk whilst feeling your forehead.

💊Whatta perv.

💊“Not now.” You’d groan, not really in the mood for his teasing.

💊“Ohh, colds make you pretty feisty too. But you know, it has been a while since we’ve done that.” He’d suggest whilst kissing your hairline.

💊“No, s*x and being sluggish don’t mix.” You’d complain.

💊“It is when you’re beautiful either way.” He’d disagree, playing with your hair.

💊You usually try to take care of things yourself but then he tells you he can handle it.

💊He definitely pampers you when sick, but is strict about you taking your medication.

💊So even if you don’t like it your going to have to suck it up and deal with it.

💊Although he does try to baby you and tells you to wait for him so that he can do everything for you.

💊He likes that you cuddle him for warmth and fall asleep on his lap.

💊Will watch movies with you and likes to stroke your hair a lot.

💊Likes to give you shoulder messages too, especially if you make a provoking sound.

💊Prepares your baths a lot of the time.

💊Is slightly concerned if you don’t eat a lot.

💊Although he finds it a little amusing that you can lose your voice so he may take it to his advantage to tease you while you just look at him annoyed.

Takizawa:

💊Kinda like Ken he remembers what being sick was like and he does hate it.

💊Even though he won’t say it he doesn’t like to hear you cough and sneeze so much.

💊He gets you everything you need but doesn’t have too much patience with thermometers or medicine. 

💊Feels his forehead and compares it to yours to see if you have a fever.

💊Though he may seem grumpy a fair amount of the time he is pretty soft with you.

💊He is pretty warm so you seek him for warmth and want cuddles.

💊He’ll act like he wants to refuse but then enjoys it.

💊And he typically puts a blanket over the both of you while you either watch some TV or he talks to you.

💊“You’re warm.” You’d smile, cuddling closer.

💊“You’re lucky I love you.” He’d smile, leaning in to give you a kiss.

💊 “I know I am.” You’d giggle, giving him a kiss in return.

💊 If you’re awake in the middle of the night because you can’t sleep he will notice.

💊“Y/n, go back to sleep. You need to get better.” He’d say, sitting on the couch watching you as you leaned against the doorway.

💊“I know I just couldn’t sleep, I’d rather talk to you instead.” You’d say, walking over to him.

💊“You really are a handful.” He’d smirk, pulling in to pin you down on the couch.

💊“Taki!” You’d yelp before giggling as he showered you with kisses.

💊“Stop, I’m still sick.” You’d smile.

💊“That sh*t doesn’t matter.” He’d grin, attacking your neck with kisses.

💊 Although you may be sick it doesn’t stop him.

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I want to be your safe harbor | Jeno

Jeno x reader

Word count: 3592 Genre: fluff, bit of drama. Author: maari Warnings: mentions of toxic relationship in the past and fight, reader being insecure, jealous and protective Jeno. Note: It's another shit day and I needed an cute and protective Jeno. I wrote in my phone so I'm sorry if there's any mistake! Summary: Jeno's ready to give you his heart, but you're?

It was a bad day for you. Terrible.

Exams next week, the weather was rainy and to improve, you were sick.

A bad cold that had knocked you down more than anticipated and worried Jeno, who as soon as he had a break from training he ran to your dorm to find you lying on the bed with a pale face, probably whiter than rice.

But you couldn't complain, God, you wouldn't either.

Concerned, he cooked for you, helped you take the right medicine, and even lay on your side while patting your waist when you took a nap, completely groggy.

When you got up, with the feeling that an elephant had slept on top of you, you decided to take a bath to improve a little and thus be able to give him proper attention.

He was playing games on his phone when your phone rang, a new message notification, he ignored it.

Well, he tried.

Because another arrived and another.

When he heard the same noise for the fifth time, he huffed and decided to see what was so urgent.

You were intimate for it, you didn't hide anything from him and vice versa.

Jeno felt his face crinkle as he saw the dozens of messages from an unknown user on Instagram, he only opened it because he knew you would ask him to do it and probably have him read it aloud.

"Why are you ignoring me?

What I did to you?

Come on, Y/N. Answer me.

It's been a week since I texted you and nothing.

Why don't you fucking answer me?!"

Jeno was now curious, the username didn't give a clue of who it was so he decided to enter the profile and made a face when he saw the photo.

He thought that this problem had been solved a long time ago. He was wrong.

"Wow, now that I've seen how my room is-" you said as you walked back to the room when you saw him holding your phone with a not so good face. "Everything is fine?" you laughed quietly, still a little groggy.

That's why you didn't notice Jeno's stiff shoulders or his fingertips turning white as he gripped your phone tightly.

"Are you feeling better?" he decided to make sure you were ok to talk, because it wouldn't be a good conversation and your condition wasn't the best.

"I'm a little dizzy but it will pass." you replied as you lay down on his side, noticing his jaw was locked. "What's it?"

Jeno took a breath before turning back to face you, he was serious.

“You know you can tell me whatever you want, right? I'm here to listen to you.” he assured and you just nodded, unsure of your own voice.

He then turned your phone screen so you could see and your heart was in your mouth when you saw the messages, you didn't even need to enter the profile to know who it was.

"It's not the first time he's been in touch, is it?" Jeno asked in a soft tone even though the expression wasn't that calm, he knew it was a very complicated subject. Too delicate.

You settled better in bed, feeling the headache come back but it had nothing to do with the flu, and you shook your head as you looked down at your hands.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he expected you to look at him, but you didn't.

You already had the answer and he probably knew your reasons, but you still felt uneasy about talking.

"I didn't mean to worry you for nothing." you shrugged your shoulders still not looking at him, even though you knew it wasn't like Jeno to be mad at you for such a silly thing, you couldn't control the little part that told you he would fight you.

But shutting that part out, Jeno took your phone away and brought his hand up to your face, lifting up so you could face him. You felt an overwhelming urge to cry when you saw the faint smile that mended your broken heart every time.

“Everything that involves you interests me. Everything." he said looking so deep into your eyes that it made you speechless.

You just nodded and he pulled you into a bear hug, the kind where you got lost between his torso and arms, the kind that made you feel protected.

Very different from your last relationship, where you were still picking up all the pieces your ex had made you lose.

It lasted too long, almost 6 years, and did unimaginable damage. You had met your ex through a good friend from high school, before you even met Jeno, and it seemed like a fairy tale at first but it soon became your worst nightmare.

Your ex's family didn't like you, his friends didn't like you and the worst, he didn't even make a point of being with you. In the first year you thought you had found the love of your life, at 16 everyone thinks so, he was affectionate and romantic, only two years older than you and was known to a friend of yours. What could go wrong, you had thought at the time.

When you turned 18 things started to get out of hand. After his father had a serious accident, your ex became someone else. Darker, less affectionate and completely unpalatable

He would disappear for weeks without telling you and come back as if nothing had happened, without giving you any explanation, you understood because you knew he had a lot to deal with. Until you realized that he had developed a habit of non-stop drinking, you didn't know if you could consider him an alcoholic, but he acted like one.

When he was with you, he was hardly sober and from the affectionate guy, he went on to be rude and invasive. He didn't like to be seen with you, you only met at night and once a month.

In the meantime, you met Jeno.

He went to the gym where you worked as receptionist, one of the most faithful and who always left last, it didn't take long for you to create a hitherto unusual bond with him.

Jeno quickly came into your life and became one of the most important people, he showed concern every time he saw you crying on the sidewalk of the gym. Which became frequent while you were in a relationship with your ex.

However, you reached your limit when one day he tried to force too much intimate caresses while you tried to talk openly with him, it was enough for you to get up before anything happened and leave, feeling like garbage and looking for the only person who I would listen to your story without judging you. Jeno.

He held you all night, sighing that he was by your side no matter what, and warned you that you needed to get away from your ex for good. You listened to his opinion and all the advice, convincing yourself to end the relationship.

That's what you did the next morning, via text without the slightest desire to face him and decided to delete and block the number once and for all without seeing the answer, after all it was over anyway, and the weight on your shoulders looked a lot smaller. You had never felt so relieved, even if your heart was completely broken.

During the last few months, Jeno has been present like never before. He would accompany you to your house, even though his path was the complete opposite, visiting you whenever he could bringing a huge jar of Nutella, your favorite.

You didn't feel alone, even though all your friends had drifted away because of your breakup, Jeno was with you. Always.

However, your ex was insistent.

Since the breakup he sent countless messages from various numbers and you ignored it, even if you wanted to talk about everything that was stuck inside you, the last thing you wanted was to brood it all over again. He'd easily forget if you didn't keep in touch, right?

When you blocked all possible numbers, he went to your Instagram and you did the same thing, you didn't even accept the message request. But he wasn't willing to stop by the way.

But now you weren't alone this time and as helpless and vulnerable as you were, Jeno was on your side. That was what mattered most.

[...]

3 weeks after your ex's failed attempt to stay in touch, Jeno seemed more and more determined to make you forget everything you could remember about that asshole, in his words.

So during his days off you went out. Went to see movies in theater, ate at different restaurants, and met his friends.

It was getting harder and harder to imagine what your life would be like without Jeno, it wasn't like you really wanted to, but he filled every empty space. You felt very close to him, you felt happy and light.

That's why you didn't mind going out in the cold to take a walk in the park near your house, just sitting next to him on the bench was enough to feel at peace.

"Want an ice cream?" He asked, chuckling like a child as his hands were inside his jacket pocket.

You laughed when you saw his red nose.

"In this cold?" you raised your eyebrow but Jeno kept laughing.

"Haven't you ever heard that ice cream in the cold tastes better? And it's good for the throat!"

"Who told you that, Jeno?" you laughed, seeing him pout.

"I read it on the internet so it must be true." he shrugged and the fact that he was serious made you laugh.

"Okay, I want-"

"Chocolate with extra syrup." he continued and you smiled in agreement. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"Alright." you replied and he got close enough to place a soft kiss on your cheek before getting up from the bench and heading over to the tent ahead.

You watched Jeno walk away but didn't lose sight of him and allowed yourself to smile, feeling a mixture of happiness and anxiety in the pit of your stomach.

Jeno was so kind, so sweet. The best person to be around. Underneath all that intimidating appearance and shyness, he was an intense guy with the best hug you've ever experienced and the cutest eye smile in the world.

"How long did you think you could hide from me?" At the same moment you heard the voice behind you a huge imaginary black cloud hovered over your head.

Your heart started beating faster than usual and your blood ran cold as you turned around to make sure you weren't delirious. And it wasn't.

Your ex was standing in front of you looking not so good.

You swallowed hard, trying to suppress any and all bad feelings, if you showed it he would take it to his advantage. And you needed to be cool.

"I'm not hiding." you said, controlling your voice so it wouldn't come out shaky.

It wasn't a lie.

He chuckled wryly and came over to sit next to you, in the seat Jeno had been occupying before.

"Then why don't you answer my messages? Or my calls? You've blocked every fucking number."

"Because I don't have anything else to talk with you." you spoke simply and felt the wind against your back, the coat you wore didn't block the cold that passed through your whole body.

You just didn't know if you were shivering from the weather or the man in front of you.

Deciding that you weren't going to put yourself in that position anymore, you got up ready to walk away but felt the hand grip your arm tightly, forcing you to stop.

You glared at him, this time angrily.

"Let me go." you asked, still with a little politeness.

He did the opposite, pulled you close and you held your breath as you smelled him again.

Even that disgusted you.

"You can't break up with me over text and think it's just going to be that." he squeezed your arm even tighter and you put your hand on his chest, preventing him from getting closer.

"Why not? Isn't that what you've done throughout our relationship, disappear and act like nothing ever happened?" you questioned, against your teeth.

He looked at you and laughed cynically.

"You're not that smart, you know? And you're not even that hot that I could waste my time trying."

Okay, that hurt.

Not in the low way he'd said it, but because he knew that you keeping your virginity meant a lot, it would have to be with someone you love and trust. And he was the last person you felt those two things, before you even broke up.

He was using the one thing you hadn't given him to hurt you.

Typical but painful.

You wanted to yell at him because he was wasting his time there. But it was as if your throat was dry, you didn't even have the strength for the words to come out.

"Leave me alone." you whispered and he squeezed your arm even tighter.

His intention was clear, he wanted to hurt you one way or another.

And it was working, you couldn't even swallow the complaint as he squeezed you.

"Let her go!" you almost smiled when you heard Jeno's voice behind you.

Your ex stared at Jeno behind your shoulder, you saw a certain fear cross his eyes but it didn't make him let you go.

"Get out of here!"

"Are you deaf besides scrotum?" Jeno walked over and his wide hands tightened on your ex's fist enough for him to let go of your arm.

As soon as he did, Jeno shoved him away and made you stand behind him, clearly in a protective stance.

"That's none of your business, pal." Your ex warned and Jeno chuckled coldly.

And he was so angry you could see the vein popping out in his neck, his jaw was so hard you could imagine the force he was doing.

"First, I'm not your pal. Second, you can bet it's my business."

"So this is the guy you're sleeping with? You were pretty quick huh."

You heard Jeno grunt and grab your ex by the shirt, lifting him up enough for him to look at him.

"Show more respect or I swear I'll break your teeth." Jeno warned and trembling, you placed your palm on his arm.

Your ex deserved it, of course, if you got strength enough, even you would punch him. But it was a public place, you could get in trouble.

"You're tall but you aren't two and I doubt you'd have the guts to hit me." Your ex teased and you saw Jeno's shoulders swell in a way you've never seen before.

Even though you weren't looking straight into his face you could feel his death glare.

"Jeno, please." You asked low and he stared at you for a few seconds, his expression softening as he looked at you.

He released your ex forcefully, causing him to stumble backwards.

He knew it wouldn't be worth it...

"Yes, obey your bitch, asshole."

… But that would cleanse his soul.

It all happened in the blink of an eye, you were about to reach for Jeno's hands before he did anything when he bent low enough for him to hit your ex squarely in the face. With a loud, hard punch that echoed through the empty park.

You opened your mouth in fright and Jeno didn't stop, your ex tried to fight back but was blocked, received another punch on the other side of the face and a knee in the stomach.

You saw your ex groan in pain on the floor and it made you come to your senses, pulling Jeno by the jacket. He wouldn't stop.

"Jeno!" you call him out loud and he took a deep breath before facing you.

The fear in your eyes and the way you were trembling made him turn his attention to you.

He hugged you tight and you closed your eyes for a moment, letting yourself get lost in the heat of the contact.

"Go away, idiot!" You heard Jeno speak loudly but didn't turn around to see what had happened.

You didn't want to look at your ex anymore, you didn't even want to remember he existed.

"Alright, it's over. You're safe." he stroked your back and placed a kiss on the top of your head. "My God, you're shaking."

He pushed you back far enough that he could take off his jacket and drape it over your shoulders. You wanted to say it wasn't just because of the cold but the gesture made your heart warm, totally taking the words out of your mouth.

"Are you okay?" He asked, visibly worried and you nodded in agreement.

You couldn't control the sudden urge to smile and hugged your own body while the jacket twice as big as you covered you.

Even though the previous scene was a little terrifying, you still felt happy.

Well, your ex deserved it anyway.

“Are you laughing?” Jeno asked with a frown and you brought your hand to your mouth.

"Sorry, it's just that my grandfather would love to meet you." You replied and he looked at you confused. "He likes to go out with my dad because he's tall, he says he feels protected and my dad won't run from a fight like my uncle. He would say the same thing about you." you explained. That's what you wanted to remember, good memories. Finally free to forget the past.

The difference was that your father and uncle were married and you and Jeno were just.

You and Jeno.

"I would like to meet him." he spoke with a smile playing on his lips and it was your turn to face him confused. "I'd like to meet all of your family and I'd like you to meet mine."

Jeno approached, taking your hands away from your own body and holding them as if they were glass, so fragile.

But his palms were warm and welcoming.

He stared at you so deeply it made your heart race, you didn't want to be fooled but that twinkle in his eye wasn't common.

Well, actually it was. It was common when he was with you.

“I want to be your safe harbor. I want to be the first person that crosses your mind when you want to tell that your favorite band released a song that made you sad or that you found a recipe for a food you want to try cooking. I want to be the first one you call when you have a nightmare or realize the moon is full. I want to be able to protect you from all harm."

"Jeno, you're that person." you admitted, making him shut up. "Since I broke up with that idiot, I have no one left but you, everyone has walked away from me but not you. No one has ever done for me what you do, I feel even…" you trailed off, trying to find one right word that fits. "Loved."

You took a deep breath and smiled, still uncertain.

But that's how you felt when you were around him.

"Because you're." he responded by bringing one of his hands to your face, caressing the cheek lightly. "I love you, and I'm not speaking as a friend."

Oh.

That left you unanswered.

You've been heartbroken for months for someone who wasn't worth it but wasn't blind, Jeno was beautiful and it made you shiver for doing the baré minimum. Ruffle his hair, run his finger along his chin, stare at the TV.

You thought it was all because of hormones or because you were needy but now you realize it was actually because you were in love with him!

He was breathtaking and when he tried hard to make you happy, you were filled with a feeling you thought you felt for your ex.

That's why you tried to give back, you wanted to make him happy by making you happy.

"I know you're vulnerable and I don't want to take advantage of you, but I promise you, I can make you happy."

You smiled, feeling your eyes fill with tears. Of happiness, for the first time.

"You already do. I love you too, Jeno." you replied and saw his smile widen before hugging you tight.

The way that made you feel safe.

He pulled away and you nodded as he stared at your lips as if asking for permission.

He stroked your cheek lightly with his thumb and you closed your eyes as the noses touched, anxiety made your legs shake and you sighed as your lips met.

Jeno was affectionate, he didn't want anything to go too fast, he wanted to enjoy the moment and you thanked him when his free arm went to your waist, holding you. Or else your legs couldn't do their job as he captured your bottom lip.

Your hand went to the back of his neck and you smiled as you felt his skin prickling against your icy hand.

He broke the soft kiss and pressed a peck to your lips before touching the foreheads.

Now you feel completely happy, the black cloud is gone thanks to Jeno.

"Hey buddy, your ice cream!"

[translations-by-aiimee]

Dig a Grave to Dig Out a Ghost - Chapter 40

Original Title: 挖坟挖出鬼

Genres: Drama, Horror, Mystery, Supernatural, Yaoi

This translation is based on multiple MTLs and my own limited knowledge of Chinese characters. If I have made any egregious mistakes, please let me know.

Chapter Index

Chapter 40

(T/N: This chapter was so sad omg. I translated this with tears in my eyes so I hope you enjoy)

"That's great, that's great!" The older woman rubbed her hands together. She pushed Lin Yan onto the chair, rambling off a long list of things, and Lin Yan finally understood what he needed to do.

In Room 607 of the Cardiovascular Ward, a blind elderly widower named Liang had been hospitalized with heart failure and had been in a coma for more than two weeks. The old man was in a very bad financial situation and was barely able to maintain his treatment with money from different charities. Previously, his partner came to the hospital every day to take care of him, but the several days of heavy rain put a serious strain on his partner's already poor health, and they died of a heart attack on the way to the hospital five days ago. Since then, the patient was cared for by a community volunteer organization on a rotating basis.

"Young man, when you arrived, the uncle just woke up and was in need of someone. I was in a hurry, so I took you for a student who came to take care of the patient." The older woman said. "The patient in this room had a good relationship with his wife. If you know the news of his partner's passing, I'm afraid there's no avoiding it. Just pretend to be his partner. Give the man whatever he wants. Don't reveal anything."

Lin Yan forced a smile: "How can I pretend? Blind people can hear voices even if they can't see. Won't it be hard to not say anything at all?"

"Hey! His partner is mute and can't speak at all. When they were still alive, they would listen to Mr. Liang ramble on by himself. One had what the other didn't: One of them couldn't see and the other couldn't speak. Their relationship was very good. All the nurses looked envious." The older woman lowered her voice and leaned closer to Lin Yan. "The old man is still in good spirits. Just now, he asked to have some oranges. The doctor is anxious because most of those bedridden with long-term illnesses seem to have a sudden and unexplained improvement. It's only for a short while before his energy burns out and then that's that."

Lin Yan played with the small bag of oranges that the older woman had given him. He nodded and agreed. He stood at the door of the room, glancing in through the glass. He asked in a whisper: "He doesn't have any children? He looks older than my grandfather."

The older woman suddenly smiled ambiguously and made a silent gesture: "I told you to be quiet. Mr. Liang's partner was a man. We'd call him a clay rabbit* in our local dialect!"

*(T/N: 兔儿爷 is a clay rabbit used for the mid-autumn festival. It's also slang for a gay man)

Lin Yan reflexively jerked his head up and hurriedly turned his face to hide his expression.

"Tsk tsk, I heard that the two of them never got married their entire lives. They were often looked down upon when they were young. It's not easy. Once his partner left, he was left all alone."

"Wait to go in. Walk and pick up things slowly. The old man can't see, but his ears are sharp. Don't let him hear the movements of a young man." The older woman said with a look that indicated to him to get ready. She uneasily instructed: "Someone sick and groggy is less likely to recognize others. We can pretend for a day. The old man doesn't have much time left."

Lin Yan originally just wanted to leave after helping, but at this point, he was touched by the whole incident. He nodded and said seriously, "Don't worry, leave it to me."

There was a special "old person's smell" in the room. The smell of medicine, cotton cloth, faint dampness and old wooden furniture reminded Lin Yan of his grandfather's old house in the countryside. The room had been cleaned and tidied. On the bedside table was a white enamel jar with the words "Long Live Chairman Mao" next to an old green plastic thermos. An old black soft leather book was covered by a worn-out cattail-leaf fan. People have a bad memory when they get older and often rely on writing things down to remember them.

Other than that, there was nothing else on the table. He was old and frugal, and it was obvious that this patient's financial situation was very middle class.

An old man in his 70s was lying on a hospital bed. An oxygen tube was inserted into his left nostril. His wrinkled face was serene. His hands were folded on top of the covers. When he heard someone enter, he called softly, "Hong Sheng is here."

The old man did not turn his head when he spoke, looking straight ahead. Lin Yan observed it as he walked around the end of the bed. He had no signs of cataracts. Except for his lack of spirit, the old man's eyes looked the same as those of anyone else except for the fact that he had optic nerve problems and had been blind for a long time.

The sky outside the window was covered with cotton wool-like rain clouds. The whole room was grey and drizzly, the rain falling non-stop

Lin Yan didn't dare speak. He slowly pulled out a chair and sat down beside the hospital bed. He put the bag of oranges on the bedside table and picked up a large one.

"It sounds like it's going to rain for a while. Bring a raincoat when you come. Don't get wet."

Lin Yan nodded silently. His eyes circled around the room, resting on the back of the old man's bark-like hand. He waited.

The old man didn't expect to receive any response and went on talking to himself: "The bedsheets at home need to be dried. The heavy summer rain will get them mouldy in the house."

"Has the cat been fed? We've been stuck in the hospital every day. I don't know if it's hungry or has gotten thin."

"I seem to have slept for a long time, and I dreamed that you came to see me. Just like when you were young, you stood by my bed in that suit for a long time, not making a sound. So many nurses looked at you yet you didn't leave. The older you get, the less embarrassed you get."

There was a shy look on the old man's face. The wrinkled face seemed younger, the waxy yellow colour of his sickness had faded. It was probably the soul of his dead partner who came to say goodbye. Lin Yan felt like his heart was in a vice grip and his vision was growing misty. He turned his head and looked out the window.

After pouring some water for the old man, Lin Yan began to peel the orange, carefully plucking off the white veins of the orange slice. He collected the orange peel and placed them on the windowsill to dry and block out the room's smell. Lin Yan carefully brought an orange slice to the old man's mouth. The old man froze for a moment before he opened his mouth and took it. Because of his bad teeth, he slid the piece into his cheek and slowly chewed it.

"It's very sweet. You can still buy oranges this season."

He peeled the slices and handed them over one after another. The old man couldn't chew the thin skin around the orange slices, so Lin Yan carefully peeled it off. The old man was very obedient and ate slowly. Lin Yan felt that this morning was extraordinarily quiet and warm. He couldn't help but imagine an image of himself, decades from now, lying on a hospital bed, his own old lover hobbling in. He bought him a bag of oranges and sat next to the bed, peeling the oranges for him to eat. The years may have worsened his vision but not their companionship. . . Silent time shared together, silently looking out for each other. . .

Love should be like this. Two young and wild teenagers meet in the wilderness under the sun, one saying to the other: "Let's face this world together." So they walk together, hand in hand, through the long journey of life, seeing endless flowers blossoming and sceneries, laughing and complaining about each other all the way, but always supporting each other and never giving up. . . Until the faces of the beautiful young men were filled with wrinkles, their tall and straight figures bent over by the years, their elderly shadows dragged out by the setting sun. They can no longer walk, so they dress themselves in some clean clothes and lie in bed hand in hand. They say let's die, and then they die together, like a pair of geese returning from the south, following each other the whole way from the beginning to the end.

He didn't realize that his eyes were red again.

The ward was extraordinarily quiet. Only the regular sound of rain and the fresh scent of oranges remained. After eating a whole orange, Lin Yan took out the bag to grab another one. Hearing the rustling of the plastic bag, the old man suddenly spoke up and quietly said: "He's gone."

Lin Yan raised his head. He covered his mouth and didn't speak.

"Stop pretending. I've been with Hong Sheng all my life. You can hide it from others but not from me."

"Who are you?"

Lin Yan dejectedly put the orange back into the bag. He thought that he had done a flawless performance, and he hadn't spoken a word this whole time. How did he know?

"My name is Lin Yan." He whispered. "Your partner can't come for the next little bit so I'll be here to help you and come back in a few days."

The old man smiled calmly. He "looked" at the ceiling for a while, and slowly said: "Don't lie to me. I know that he's never coming back."

There really seemed to be some kind of sixth sense between lovers who had been together their entire lives. The old man turned his face towards him. He knew that he couldn't see, but Lin Yan still felt that two sharp eyes were fixed on his face. After a long silence, he finally relented and said: "How did you know?"

"I woke up and he didn't come. I found you pretending to be him, why else would you do that unless. . ." The old man said slowly. His face showed a strange calm in the gray light, like a pool of stagnant water. No great emotions and no sadness, as if he was just quietly stating a fact that had nothing to do with him. Lin Yan couldn't understand it. He always thought that there would be strong emotions like grief, pain, being unable to restrain themself and so on, but the silence in the room was alarming.

"Did he suffer? When he passed?" The old man said calmly.

"No." Lin Yan said. "I heard from the doctor that it was a sudden heart attack."

The old man was silent for a while. "I must have missed my time to go. He said that he would die after me, but in the end, he went before me." After he spoke, he smiled. Two streaks of cloudy tears flowed down his cheeks as he smiled.

Lin Yan was at a loss. He felt that he should say something to comfort him, but all words were in vain in the face of life and death, so he awkwardly grabbed the plastic bag and said, "Do you still want to eat some oranges? I'll help you peel them."

The moment was lonely and silent.

The old man didn't answer. He quietly lay back on the bed in a daze, and said after a while, "You can go. I'll be fine by myself."

Some sadness can only be endured and digested alone until it fully sinks in. Lin Yan tiptoed out of the room and gently closed the door. He put his ear against the door and listened for a while. The room was very quiet, as if there was no one staying there.

    The next day, Weiwei was successfully discharged from the hospital and was taken home to recuperate. Yin Zhou helped to pack her things, while Lin Yan accompanied her father to go through the discharge formalities. After finishing, he returned to the room. Weiwei had changed out of the hospital gown. She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts and sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs back and forth, slippers knocked on the bed rails as she did. Seeing Lin Yan enter, she turned her face away. Her father was a little embarrassed, and reminded her to thank Lin Yan. Weiwei just gave him a cold look and asked if the ring was still there.

Lin Yan was stunned for a moment, thinking of the box that had been crushed by Xiao Yu, and shook his head.

When Weiwei left with her bag on her back, she didn't look back once, and she didn't say another word to him. This story was over now.

Lin Yan still came to the hospital every day. He bought some fresh oranges when he passed by the supermarket, and headed directly to the old man's room in the ward on the sixth floor. The old man named Liang liked him very much, and, after slowly accepting the news of his partner's death, he began to chat with Lin Yan. Lin Yan felt that the old man's health was improving. After a ward round, he chased the doctor out to ask about his condition. The doctor took off his mask and asked Are you a family member? Prepare a funeral for the old man.

Lin Yan was a little lost. He walked into the room and tried to smile. He told the old man that the doctor said that he was recovering well and should be discharged soon.

The old man was very quiet that day. Lin Yan tucked in the blanket for him. When he was about to leave, the old man suddenly stopped him. He was facing the window behind Lin Yan with a tired face as if he was carefully listening to the sound of the rain. He said softly: "If you're not in a hurry, sit down a little longer and I'll tell you about Hong Sheng."

Memories were like old photos, stained with a dull brownish-yellow by time. The old man's name was Liang Qing. He was born blind and was abandoned by his biological parents at the gate of an orphanage. When he was eleven years old, the old orphanage director saw that no one would adopt him and sent him to a school for the deaf in the town to learn Braille. It was called a school for the deaf, but it actually brought together many disabled children; mentally handicapped, blind, autistic, and deformed 'unable to jump and run like others' children gathered here to express and communicate in different ways, isolated from the world. Without discrimination or exclusion, they licked each other's wounds, proving warmth and hugs to each other.

Liang Qing was an introverted kid who liked to sit on the only swing at school and contemplate the colours of the sunset. Although he had never really seen colour. To him, the world was nothing more than day after day of darkness, until a man named Zhang Hong Sheng appeared.

Hong Sheng was a new young teacher hired by the school. He was gentle and handsome. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and always smiled softly at the children. He was born unable to speak, but he was proficient in sign language and Braille and he had read a lot of books. Seeing that Liang Qing didn't like talking to people, he looked for opportunities to approach him, trying to bring this child out of solitude.

He showed Liang Qing many stories in Braille. Liang Qing said that Hong Sheng was his eyes and he was Hong Sheng's voice.

In the third year since Hong Sheng came to the school, they were together. They sneak around, carefully avoiding everyone's eyes, using their incomplete bodies to indulge in complete love and subtle sweetness, until one day, after class, the principal passed by the classroom and accidentally bumped into the two kissing. Unexpectedly, Hong Sheng was expelled for his misconduct, and Liang Qing chose to drop out of school.

"That year I was sixteen and Hong Sheng was twenty-four. We didn't have any relatives, so we simply rented a house and lived together. Because of his affair with a student, and a male student at that, there was no school willing to hire Hong Sheng again. We were very poor. The house often leaked and we slept on planks he picked up because we couldn't afford a bed. One meal often had to be slipt up to make three meals. He said that he had to support me. He worked wherever he could, collecting scrap, picking up garbage, doing the most tiring and hardest work. He earned so little but never let me help. One time I couldn’t stand it anymore, so I secretly went out to find someone to teach me how to massage. He couldn’t find me when he got home. He was so worried that he went from house to house, knocking on every door."

The old man gently closed his eyes and immersed himself in the memories of the past. "When he found the store, he saw me washing feet with my master and he dragged me out without saying a word. It was New Year's Eve and it was especially cold. I was afraid that he would get angry. I was shivering from the cold, crying while I walked. No amount of coaxing from Hong Sheng worked. So, with all the money he had on him, he bought me a bag of oranges."

"Candied oranges are expensive in winter, but he didn't want to eat any of them."

"He kept asking me to tell others that I was his younger brother, but no matter how well we concealed it, the neighbours still found out. When we went out, the children threw stones at us. They gathered on the side of the road and called us clay rabbits, Hong Sheng was never confrontational but he would fight to the death for me. People would scold me and he couldn't speak, but sweat would drip down. When I touched him, my hand would get wet, covered with sweat and blood, and even now there's a long scar."

"I don't know how I got through it now, but at that time, no matter how hard it was, I was really happy. I was happy from the bottom of my heart. After we closed the door, nothing that had happened outside mattered anymore. He made congee and gave me rice to eat. He thought I couldn't see it, but I could hear it."

"He would take my hand in bed and write in the palm of my hand, saying he wanted to live like this for the rest of his life."

"I laughed at him and told him how long his life would be. If things got boring, he'd be gone in a hurry. He had to be serious with me."

"Afterwards, life got better. We were able to have enough to eat, and no one was chasing and harassing us when we went out. We both lived and lived and, before we knew it, we grew old." A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth, as if his young lover was still standing in front of him and had never left. "A lifetime is actually quite short. It's not forever, it'll be over in a hurry."

"He always said that he would die after me. If he died first, he was afraid that no one would take care of me." The old man raised his head and whispered into the air. "Hong Sheng, don't think that I won't take it personally if you only lie to me once in your life. I'll deal with you when I get down there, we're not done yet."

The old man spoke quietly. Lin Yan listened silently, his hands shaking slightly. He lost his grip on an orange and it rolled to the ground.

Without asking about the cause of the noise, the old man continued: "Do you know how I guessed you weren't him the day you arrived?"

[namjooningelsewhere]

British Jealousy.

Pairing : Kim Seokjin x reader

Rating : 18+

Genre : Lots of smut and little bit of angst and a lot of jealousy.

Warnings : A lot of jealousy, Unprotected sex, Smut

Word Count : 1776

Summary : You were fed up when Jin started almost avoiding you for a collab star of his and making you feel invisible when you were in a room with her. Sine you were secretly dating there was nothing much apart from giving him a taste of his own medicine. And exactly that happens when your equally handsome and sexy British Singer friend Stan arrives.

You were at the designers for the trial of the outfit for tonight's awards show, where you had a plan to be together with your boyfriend Kim Seokjin. But he was right here besides you but with someone else. It was the singer form his latest single Collab and somehow they had become inseparable since then.

It wasn't that you were jealous but somehow he had made it a point to rub it in your face that ongoing banter that he had with Lizelle. He did it on purpose or it was unintentional it was yet unknown to you.

You were losing your mind when they had started giggling giving random hugs to each other making it difficult for the poor designers to work it out. You glared at him but he didn't seem to take notice. You went to the trial room to try and he followed behind with his outfit.

"Having fun there, are we?" you said. Sensing the danger from your tone he meekly replied "Oh she's lovely i know but trust me its just a mindless bantering lee, I swear there's nothing more than that." "Okay" I said looking at him cautiously. It had been bothering you somehow that he had been acting all hung up on her, canceling on plans at the last minute and staying over late, Always having her besides him giggling, throwing hugs, telling her those dad jokes while fell at his chest laughing was something ypu just couldn't get over.

He pushed it under the rug saying we are just friends every time you bought it up had you driving you up the wall. It was not that he was cheating but pretending you didn't exist and bailing out on plans because she was there had you at the edge. You wanted to make your presence known, Let him know if he was going to act this way rather do it without you in his life. Would make it much easier with less thing to worry about.

"Lee, My woman you gorgeous little girl." You heard a booming voice across the hall, You forgot about your worries in a second seeing your very good old friend Stan standing right before you with open arms. You ran to him like a little girl and he swept you right of your feet enveloping you in a bear hug. "Stan My Man!!!!" I've missed you babe. You said still hugging him sideways.

Stan was your very good friend and he was a singer too and man that guy had looks that could get you drooling and worshipping the ground he walked. Lets say he was a perfect competitor for Mr. World Wide handsome. But you never saw him besides a friend and you shared a very healthy relationship with him.

You glanced at the mirror seeing a shocked Jin and Lizelle watching from their places. His expression had turned black since you wouldn't introduce him to Jin as you were secretly dating. "What are you doing here?" You asked still gleeful. "Oh i am attending the awards show tonight babe, You are right? " he enquired. "Of course i am sweetheart that's why i am here to get my fittings done, You say nudging him playfully.

He goes through the trials while you keep giving him compliments here and there. Strangely it was exact the opposite now, It was like Jin didn't exist in that room. It was lunchtime already and you were just looking for your phone to text Jin maybe you could introduce both of them, But you soon frowned when you saw the message that was already sitting in your inbox two hours ago.

"Babe, Guys are going out for lunch and have to take Lizelle with me. Make it up to you. xoxoxo"

Okay now this was the limit another cancellation, You didn't mind them as you were an idol too and sometimes it would become quite necessary but doing it every bloody time was unacceptable. You literally felt sorry for Jin as something cooked in your mind. You were going to get him good for this time. But you needed Stan's help with that.

"Babe I'm hungry, Lets go eat and I'm starving and besides we have a long lunch date pending. I am taking you for it, NOW" He said literally pulling you away from the room leaving almost ready to burst Jin. You felt bad but at least this was the way you had been feeling when he had been cancelling on you and going out with Lizelle for gods sake.

You sat opposite Stan in the restaurant chatting away, until he mentioned Jin. "So since when?" He asked. "Since when what?" You asked kind of ignoring his question. "Seokjin babe, That man would have killed me right there if looks could kill." He giggled but for sure looking for answers. "Been 2 Years but hes bit on a lets make her jealous spree" You replied curtly. "Oh lee, You're adorable when you're jealous". He said playfully pinching your cheeks" earning a playful scowl from you. "Well in that case Lets play along shall we?"

He was your wingman bestfriend confidante for a reason, He understood you very well. But tonight was going to be epic since your boyfriend who you loved to bits was going to get a taste of his own medicine.

Everybody was in a rush since it was the dday at the awards and your team was putting in together their best to move and work efficiently while the event. It was just some time left for you to start getting ready for the event before you decided to check up on Stan.

You were casually walking down the hall when you noticed Jin and the others sitting with Lizelle spread out on the couch. When Jimin called out to you, You just went to them to exchange pleasantries since you were on full fledge mission to avoid Jin for the rest of the evening.

"Where have you been Lee?" Jimin asked casually. "Oh right here just have a friend here from London so keeping him company" You reply eyes still looking for Stan. "Hey Sugar, Looking for me?'' Stan came right behind before he playfully pinched your cheeks. "Where have you been?" You ask. "Oh just making sure i had some one with me to accompany for the awards tonight you know, Might get lonely right there." He said looking at you fondly. You sweared you had heard something cough real awkward.

Since they knew each other, you didn't need to introduce each other. "So Stanie, Whos the lucky accomplice you're taking with you." Jungkook teased him. "Oh right here my gorgeous friend, Why would i look somewhere else when I have her right here?'' His response earned a hoot from everyone except Jin who looked like he was about to explode again.

You got ready for the event and you made sure you made no contact with Jin whatsoever for the rest of the evening. You reached the event along with Stan and were greeted by the media and he hosts. The event had been sailing smoothly until you went behind the stage to wish Stanie good luck for his performance.

You were yet to find his makeup room and walked close by to find it until you were pulled in one. "You were about to scream but a familiar hand held your mouth and you knew in a instant it was Jin. "What the hell?" you protested. "Really you're asking me what the hell? Am i invisible lee?" He asked anger fuming through him. You pretended as if you had no clue about what he was talking and that drove him even mad.

He pinned you to the wall and started to kiss you furiously, as if you were going to vanish right next minute and he needed to devour you asap. He nibbled your neck, marking purpled bruises quite clear. "Jin What the hell? these are visible." you retort. "I've left them there for a reason lee and don't you dare hide them, Let them be a warning YOURE TAKEN!!!! Nobody eyes my woman, He says kissing you hungrily while he kneaded your tits at the same time.

He turned your back against him and shifted your dress carefully before plunging himself right into you, Without a warning. You were already wet from the way he had kissed you. "Look at that, So wet. You are so wet for me baby, All you want is me to fuck you right ?' He hissed in your ears pounding from behind. This dirty talk was getting the better of you as you enjoyed the delicious pleasure go wild in your body before he increased his thrust right reaching your gspot. He was close and so were you. And this wasn't your adorable Jin making love to you, But this was the Jealous Jin fucking you who wanted to remind you, You were his and only his and boy you loved that.

He stared rubbing your clit roughly while he mercilessly drilled your pussy from behind and both of you came at the same time. He held you tightly to him before he started adjusting your dress for you. He looked up with a evil grin " Let my cum be where I've left it princess, and I'm going to make sure you scream my name for the entire building to hear, Looks like i have to remind you very properly today- Your mine Lee, Only Mine."

You didn't stop smiling for the rest of the evening as your plan worked but being more happy for the fact that he cared, He cared that you would be his no matter what." It was a relief watching him keep some distance between him and Lizelle. He had got the message alright.

You had a shit eating grin on your face, A Jealous Jin was a such a treat sometimes, Maybe you could try some Russian Jealousy next time:)

[mortedeveles]

Mha anon here! I'm on a roll lmao! Could I ask for something (oneshot,hc, whatever you'd like! ^v^) with Tenya/Baku/Izu/Kiri(seperate!) and a crush/so who's very cuddly & clingy? Like they always hug/kiss their cheek when they greet them, or they play with their hair, random fists bumps and when they sit next to them they like to lay their head in their shoulder/maybe even their lap! Catch is s/o gets super flustered if they hug/give affection back! Hope you have a nice day btw! Love ur writing!

hey there mha anonnie! sure thing! thanks, hope you have a nice day as well! i’m glad you enjoy my writing <3 as always, please leave a like, reblog, follow and/or comment if you enjoyed! 

PLEASE READ: my requests are closing earlier than sooner! I will close them on the 12th :( so submit whatever you’d like until then! i have several writing projects planned and i’m going to be focusing on those. school is a week away as well so it’ll take a lot of my time as well. I will receive up to 2-5 requests! 

IIDA, BAKUGOU, MIDORIYA, KIRISHIMA WITH A AFFECTIONATE!CRUSH!READER [DRABBLES]

Pairing: Iida Tenya x gn!reader, Midoriya Izuku x gn!reader, Bakugou Katsuki x gn!reader, Kirishima Eijirou x gn!reader

THEMES: fluff, pining, humor. [DRABBLES]

TW: cursing

IIDA TENYA

Tenya is a boy with good manners. He's respectful towards anyone and isn't particularly affectionate or indulges in physical contact in public.

That being said, Tenya would probably scold you the first times you're affectionate with him. Whether you're clinging onto his arm, hugging him as a greeting or sitting so close to him he can see your the flecks of color in your eyes, all of this is pretty new to him.

He grew up in a sophisticated and rich family, which meant that he was expected to have a good image and be mindful of his actions.

You'd probably have to explain why you're constantly engaging in physical affection with him. He eventually understands, but that doesn't stop him from feel flustered. It doesn't help that he's harbored romantic feelings for you for a long time, so being so close with his crush, makes him....feel things.

**

''Go-good morning, L/N!'' he stammered, feeling his face warm.

''Good morning, Iida-kun!'' you skipped towards him and hugged him tightly.

Iida's mouth closed and opened- and closed again. He was in the middle of reprimanding Mineta for disrespecting the girls when you came up and hugged him. 

He became painfully aware of Mineta's gaze, even Todoroki and Ochaco were watching him and you! After a while, you pulled away with a smile and walked to your desk.

''You don't respect any of us, Mineta. Ribbit. If you wanted affection like Iida, you would ask for it, not touch us without our consent.''

''Why don't the girls let me hug them like that...?'' Mineta whined next to him.

Next to them, Tsuyu replied.

Iida was still too flustered to agree with Tsuyu, his cheeks were warm and he could still feel your warm body pressed against his. 

Maybe your constant affection wasn't so bad after all...

**

In an attempt to thank you for being affectionate towards him, Iida would approach you one day and pat your hair. You'd freeze- Iida rarely touches others on places that aren't shoulders. Even though it's a small pat, it makes your face warm and your heart sings with joy.

''Iida..?'' you'd shyly look up at him, confusion written on your face.

His face would grow warmer when he'd meet you gaze. Swallowing, Iida fixed his tie.

''I just wa-wanted to thank you, L/N! You're always engaging in physical contact with me but I never initiate it!"' he'd nearly yell.

After understanding his intentions, you'd laugh loudly. Iida ignored the stares of his other classmates and smiled when you thanked him quietly.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

Bakugou is very explosive and aggressive towards-well, everyone. So you'd probably have to hide your affectionate attitude or pipe it down until you're close friends with him.

Even then, while he won't push you off, (you're his crush, he's not going to waste an opportunity of being so close to him,) Bakugou will probably whine and snap sarcastic remarks.

 ''Eh?!'' he'd look at you with shock. ''What do you think you're fucking doing?!'' despite his crude words, his face would grow warm and his heart would race.

''Stop whining and let me hold youu...'' you'd mumble into his chest. His face would grow incredibly hot and red at your comment, and you were too busy smothering your face in his chest to notice how his face was as red as his eyes and how his hands began to sweat furiously.

If you were to engage in physical contact with him in public, around Class 1A, he'd probably glare daggers at whoever stares at the two of you- or shout at them to mind their own business. Bakugou doesn't want them to embarrass you and make you pull away. 

You're a very affectionate person and even though Bakugou never returns your affections, you don't mind. He doesn't blast you when you hug him and that's enough for you.

Hugs and fist bumps aren't a big deal to him; at most he'll grunt and his face would redden slightly, not enough for anyone to notice.

**

However, one day you're flustering him so much to the point that he's plotting revenge. In the morning, you walked towards him and kissed him on the cheek, leaving him silent with burning red cheeks.

During lunch, you sat in his lap. Who was he to deny his crush's wishes? The entire bakusquad stared at him during lunch, but he ignored and avoided their gazes. You ate your lunch with a joyful smile, chatting with the others, oblivious to the fact that you were making him a blushing mess.

The next day, Bakugou decides to give you a taste of your medicine. In the morning, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and walks with you everywhere. He doesn't notice how you froze as your face heated up or how you're strangely quiet. Instead, he focuses on glaring daggers at anyone whos stares at the two of you. Katsuki has to admit, being able to hold his crush this close without any hesitation felt great. Touching you soothed his body.

You confront him at lunch. Instead of walking towards the table where you sit with the others, you drag him into an empty hallway.''Bakugou...'' you start off slowly, staring into his eyes.

Suddenly, he feels his heart drop to his stomach. Were you...bothered by him? Why was there such a serious expression on your face?

''Are you feeling okay?'' you lean close and press a hand on his soft cheek.

The blonde grunts and averts his eyes from you. He hopes you won't notice how his cheeks heated up when you touched him.

''Course I am. Why do you ask?''

Your face gets warm. ''Well... you've been particularly...touchy today. Why?''

Katsuki's eyes widened. He scowled. ''What? You don't like it?''

''Ah! N-no!'' you notice how his eyes narrow. ''Fuck! No! I mean y-yes, I like it, I'm just not used to i-it...'' 

Bakugou snorted. His heart warmed at your silly stuttering. With a grin, he wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you closer.'

'Is that so?'' he says in a haughty tone. ''I think you should get used to it, Y/N.''

Your eyes widen and you begin to trip over your words again. Katsuki smiles at your nervousness and pushes your head on his chest, rendering you silent. 

If you got this flustered by his physical affection, Bakugou was sure he would do it all the time.

MIDORIYA IZUKU

Out of all of them, Midoriya is probably the one to get flustered the most.

Since he's been quirkless most of his life, everyone has looked down on him. He's never been in close contact with someone he likes romantically. Hell, he feels nervous whenever a girl talks to him. 

But if you do it constantly, he'll probably adjust, though it'll take him plenty of time. And if you do it around a lot of people or teachers, he'll probably blush like the first time you touched him.

So if you're affectionate with him, he'll probably pass out the few first times.

You can approach him during class and hold his hand or ruffle his green messy hair, and he's bound to combust. His face will turn so red it defies Kirishima's hair and he'll probably faint on the spot.

**

On one lucky day, you approached Midoriya, who was talking to All Might. Your friend hadn't noticed you approaching and when you laughed out his name and held onto his hand, he nearly squeaked and dropped on the floor.

All Might laughed loudly, his eyes twinkling in amusement as he watched his student get so flustered over you. You would smile sheepishly at All Might, who would send you a knowing look. 

Midoriya would stammer and trip over his words for several minutes until he'd regain his composure.

Although you're not aware, Midoriya gets so flustered because just like you, he has romantic feelings for you. And feeling your skin brush against his makes his face warm and his heart flips and somersaults in his ribcage.

His friends know about his crush on you and encourage him to confess. After taking Todoroki's and Ochaco's advice, he confesses to you after school.

When he's done talking- which took easily half an hour- he'd stand painfully still, face burning as he waited for your answer.

''Oh..'' you were shocked and couldn't find your voice to say anymore. Since you were better expressing yourself through affection than words, you stepped forward.

Midoriya's eyes widened as your fingers tangled in his hair and you pulled him closer into a kiss.

He's bound to freeze for a couple of seconds- but he's quick to react and although he's inexperienced, he makes it up with his eagerness.

**

When the two of you pull away, your lips are swollen and your face is warm.

Midoriya feels like he's on heaven; kissing you is an ethereal experience. 

Afterward, the two of you became a couple and he became comfortable with you being affectionate. He loved being so close to you to the point that he began initiating physical contact with you. The first time he initiated it, your face nearly combusted and you stuttered for several minutes until Izuku managed to calm you down with one of his charming smiles. 

After knowing that you aren't used to receiving affection, Izuku makes sure to be more affectionate with you.

KIRISHIMA EIJIROU

Kirishima thinks it's great that you're very affectionate. He's very open to physical contact and doesn't mind at all. 

And the fact that you're his crush? It makes the experience even better. Every day at U.A is better when you're around him.

Admittedly, it does make him a bit flustered. But not too much. He's happy to please you with a fist bump, a hug, or to let your soft hands run through his spiky hair. Kirishima's eyes always close in bliss when you touch his hair.

Since you're his crush, he's very anxious to be just as affectionate as you are. But he doesn't want to overstep your boundaries and keep his wishes to himself.

Until one lucky day,  Kirishima arrives at the U.A classroom with heavy eyelids. He spent too much time working out yesterday that he barely got a wink of sleep.

As always, you approached him with that same cheery smile that makes his heart warm. 

''Good morning, Kirishima,'' you said. He hummed in response and closed his eyes. Your voice was music to his ears and he never wanted to stop hearing it. 

''Kirishima?'' you asked, concern fueling your voice. Kirishima mumbled and sleepily opened his eyes, reaching out for your hair. 

''Pretty...'' he mumbled. You froze, feeling your skin prickle. Almost everyone was watching you, even Bakugou. He was biting down a laugh.

''Um...'' was all you could say. 

With a tired sigh, Kirishima pulled you closer for a hug, burying your face in his chest. He murmured and placed his chin on the top of your soft hair. 

''So soft and warm...'' he said with a smile. You yelped in surprise, but your yelp was muffled by his chest. 

''Class has started. I don't want to see any more lovey-dovey nonsense during the rest of today. Break apart, you two.'' Aizawa's sharp voice snapped. 

While you immediately flinched and stepped away, Kirishima groaned and slowly opened his eyes. 

''What...?'' he whined. But once he noticed he was not dreaming, his eyes widened. Everyone began to giggle and murmur as his face warmed up.

''Oh....'' his eyes drift to you.

''Oh.''

[deafeninggardenerpanda]

Mr. Fugo woke up suddenly at the sound of the alarm. He was tired, but as he listened to the guard’s reports, that tiredness went away. His temples tingled and his mustache swayed. He glared daggers and growed low.

"Thieves ... Unforgivable! I’ll catch you for sure ... You’ll pay for this! Don’t get in my way—I will fix the machine ...! " This wasn’t the face of a gentle millionaire—it was Mr. Fugo’s true face.

He recalled what happened a month ago.

One day, Mr. Fugo received a strange report from the mine manager. A huge cave was discovered while digging in the mines, and in it, was a mysterious machine. He went to the diamond mine and saw the machine with his own eyes, but the machine did not work and its purpose was unknown.

On investigation, there was a silver plate attached to the surface of the machine. Fine ancient characters were inscribed on it. Mr. Fugo searched for a scholar who could decipher the characters, but he knew the citizens would be of no use. He decided to keep the machine secret until he knew more details, as it could be useful for making a profit.

While investigating privately, Mr. Fugo received a visitor. He was a medicine peddler who carried a heavy trunk and wore a large hood.

"Hi! I’m Magolor," the merchant said and waved.

"I have no use for merchants, I'm busy," Mr. Fugo frowned. He tried to turn him away, but Magolor spoke quickly.

"You found an ancient machine, old man! I want to see it."

Fear coursed through his veins. "Why do you know that ...!? "

"Aren't you looking for a scholar who can read ancient characters? I can read them!" 

"What ...? You can?" Mr. Fugo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. There was no way a suspicious medicine merchant could read ancient characters ... 

But, he took a chance.

He took Magolor to the mine and showed him the ancient machine. Magolor stared, fascinated by it for a while.

"What a funny thing ... It's a machine, but it looks so strange. Sleepy eyes ... a cat-like mouth ... a compass and scissors attached to it ... "

"I don't care what the ancient machine looks like!" Mr. Fugo said, frustrated. "What I want to know is this. What is written here?"

He pointed to the silver plate inlaid at the bottom of the machine. Magolor, then, somehow, began to read what was written.

"Umm ... ‘I will leave this important message for the people of the future’... "

" ... What? You can actually read these characters!?" Mr. Fugo eagerly listened to Magolor's next words.

"Yup, the continuation ... ‘This machine is the worst invention in all of history. Instead of turning stone into priceless material and making tremendous amounts of money, it only scatters misery.’ ... "

"Ah ... Amazing, the machine makes tremendous amounts of money!?" His tone changed.

"Once upon a time, when this machine ran day and night, more money was made than anyone could spend in a thousand years, however, only the aristocrats profited. A terrible stench filled the town as the machine worked. Suffering from such wretched miasma that one couldn't even open the eyes, I sealed the three gears with great magical power and stopped the machine. This saved the town, and the people of the later world!

Never start this machine again! The day that happens, this town will fall to ruin!"

Mr. Fugo turned bright red. His whole body shook and his attitude shifted dramatically.

"Ma- Magolor! No, Professor Magolor!" He knelt down and took Magolor's hand. "You are a wonderful scholar! You deciphered the characters! There was such a secret in the ancient machine!"

"Now that you know how to start it, you can make a lot of money. It’s amazing, huh?" 

Mr. Fugo looked up at Magolor's face in distrust. There was a chance he would tell everyone this secret. It would be bad news if that happened. The citizens will surely oppose the starting of the ancient machine. He spoke to Magolor gently.

"Of course, I would like to show my appreciation, Professor Magolor." 

"Appreciation? You’ll give me something?"

"That’s right, whatever you want! I’ll give you half my fortune, even. It doesn't matter." 

"Really? Wow, I’m rich!" Magolor’s eyes sparkled with great joy. Mr. Fugo laughed darkly in his heart as he watched.

(Good, if you're happy right now.)

Of course, Mr. Fugo wasn’t going to give away any amount of his fortune to Magolor. If the plan was successful, the town would be destroyed. A weak merchant like Magolor wouldn’t be able to stop him. Mr. Fugo continued to laugh without showing any sign of his evil plans.

"Leave the gear finding to me! I have a good idea!" Magolor said.

"A good idea?"

"Put some prize money on the gears, and use anyone who's got the skill to find them. It’ll go well, for sure!"

"Prize money ... huh. I see, that's a good idea," Mr. Fugo smiled and nodded. 

Of course, he wasn’t really willing to pay a prize, either. The gear finders would just be thrown out of the town along with Magolor. Thus, Mr. Fugo announced the ancient machine in the newspaper and promised a huge reward. Word of the ancient machine spread throughout town, and the residents began the search for the magical gears.

Magolor, who slept soundly in a hotel bed in the Town of Wind, was alerted by a messenger and brought to Mr. Fugo’s mansion.

"Why did you call me at this time ... I'm sleepy ... " he tiredly complained.

"Look!" Mr. Fugo shouted. He took Magolor to the hidden room. Magolor awoke fully upon seeing the opened safe.

"Wow ... What happened!? It looks as if a thief broke in ... "

"Oh noo~, that’s not what happened at all! I was the one who broke into my own safe!" Mr. Fugo usually spoke very politely to Magolor, but today, he was so angry he could not hide his real personality. "According to the guards, the bandits are a duo. One wore a red, silk top hat and cloak."

"Red, silk top hat and cloak ... Hm, maybe ... "

"Oh, these days the Town of Light is troubled by a great thief. Many mansions have been hit. I hoped this wouldn’t happen ... "

"What was stolen?"

"That's the problem!" Mr. Fugo paced as he spoke. "There are lots of precious treasures in this house. Lots of jewels, fine art, and of course, money, but the thieves didn't touch those at all! They invaded only this hidden room and ... " he continued, "they stole everything regarding the ancient machine. Even the photo I kept in the safe!" 

"What photo?"

"A photo of that silver plate," Mr. Fugo said, covering his face. "If that plate is deciphered, it will ruin everything! The citizens will be extremely opposed to the operation of the ancient machine. The plan is ruined!"

"Uh-huh ... " Magolor said in a carefree voice. "Don’t worry, some thieves wouldn't be able to read the ancient characters."

"They must have an interest in ancient technology, though. Because otherwise they wouldn't have been able to take the documents and photograph without getting distracted by the riches throughout the mansion."

"That’s right ... " he thought. Mr. Fugo turned grim.

"Then it’s come to this. There is no choice but to get the three gears as soon as possible. The machine must be started before the thieves have a chance to strike again."

"Uh, uh-huh. All right." Magolor was surprised by Mr. Fugo’s sudden steely determination. He stretched his arms wide. "I’ll hurry and get the gears for you, then."

"Really!? You’ve found them!?"

"That’s right! I know what I’m doing." Magolor waved and left Mr. Fugo’s mansion. He headed back to the hotel in a good mood.

"Meta Knight seems to have been successful in finding the gear. President Dedede retrieved the gear on the clock tower as well, and Kirby found the one in the field ... " Magolor couldn't stop laughing. "The three gears, they’re mine! Fugo doesn’t even notice he’s being deceived! My plan will succeed!"

Meta Knight returned to his mansion and took a closer look at the stolen material from the secret room. The most worrying item was the photo that was stored in the safe.  

"These symbols ... I see, they’re characters from an ancient civilization." Meta Knight pulled out a thick book from the bookshelf and enlarged the text with a magnifying glass as he turned the pages. After a while, Daroach came in through the window.  

"I'm back! I've returned."

"You’re safe."

"No wonder, they couldn't lay a single finger on me!" Daroach looked at the books spread out over Meta Knight’s desk. "What? What are you doing?" he asked.

"Deciphering ancient characters," Meta Knight answered without looking up from the book. "The photo in the safe has ancient characters on it. They probably have to do with the machine."

Daroach picked up the photo and blinked. "I've never seen characters like these before. You can read something like this?"

"Of course I can't read them. However, I have a research book on ancient characters. I’m looking for clues."

"Really ... " Daroach stared at the detailed symbols written in the book. His expression soured. "I can't. My head hurts."

"You should rest, already."

"Fine, I’ll leave you to that." He laid down on the couch as he said that.

"If you want to sleep, you can use the guest room."

"Goodness, here? I can’t settle down on a bed so gorgeous. Besides, I don’t want to get caught by your butler." He fell asleep quickly.

" ... A good man gets his rest," Meta Knight murmured. He began the process of deciphering the ancient characters. There was a long night to come.

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Daroach was dreaming of delicious sweets when he was roughly awakened.  

"Get up! Get up, Daroach!"

"Ah ... huh ...  " He rubbed his eyes and yawned. "Hm? Where ...? Oh yeah, I fell asleep in your mansion. Good morning, Meta Knight ... " 

"Listen to me! I understand what the ancient characters mean!" Daroach, at last, remembered what happened before he fell asleep.

"You, did you not sleep last night? You've been working hard ... " 

"It doesn’t matter, get up!" Meta Knight grabbed Daroach's hand and dragged him to the desk. "It was difficult, but I managed to decipher it. It’s a grave warning an ancient sage left to those of the future." 

"Warning ...? " Daroach was still half asleep. Meta Knight pulled his arm sharply. "Please explain."

"I will. There are some parts I couldn't decipher, so I will read only the parts I understand. ‘This machine ... turns stone into priceless material ... makes a lot of money ... instead ... misery ... ‘"

"Hmm? What does that mean?"

"There is a continuation. ‘The aristocrats ... profited ... In the town ... stink ... suffering ............ Three gears ... sealed ... Stop the machine ... When this machine starts again, this town ... ruins ... ‘" 

"What ...!? " Daroach’s face was drawn. "It says if the machine moves again the town will fall to ruin!?"

"That would be the case. The ancient machine can be used to turn stone into treasure and money, however, doing so will harm the inhabitants of the town and enrich only the aristocrats. It's a nightmare machine."

"Fugo ... Does he know this!?"

"Probably. Even I was able to decipher it, and he likely had an expert on his side." 

"What a mess ... it wasn't an evil wizard who sealed the gears of the machine ... No, it wasn’t like that at all. The truth was Fugo was willing to destroy the Town of Wind for profit!"

"We can't let this happen. We have to stop the plan." At that moment, someone knocked on the door. Butler Vul’s voice was heard from the other side.

"Good morning, sir. That medicine peddler named Magolor has come again." 

"Magolor?"

"Yes, it’s rather annoying this early in the morning. Should I turn him away?" 

"No, it doesn’t matter. Let me through."

" ... Understood." Then— "Wah! Ma- Magolor!?" Butler Vul’s loud voice echoed. "I told you to wait at the front door! You’re just not going to listen and do whatever you want!?" The door opened and Magolor appeared.

"Good morning, Lord Meta Knight!" 

"A good morning, it is not! Rude ...! " Butler Vul was on his way to throw out Magolor when he noticed Daroach. "Daroach!? You bastard, again, you’ve snuck in under my gaze! You’ve ignored me over and over ...! "

"I don't mind," Meta Knight soothed the furious butler swaying with anger. "You’re dismissed. Don't come unless I call you."

"But my Lord! I have a responsibility as a butler! Nevertheless! Nevertheless, when these guys—!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. I apologize on their behalf. Get out." Meta Knight pushed Vul out of the room and closed the door, then turned to Magolor.

"You came back, Magolor," he said. Magolor looked curiously at Daroach.

"Eh ... who is this person ...? "

"A friend of mine, Daroach. He’s collaborating with me to help search for the gears." 

"Wow! Nice to meet you, Mr. Daroach. I’m Magolor ... "  

"Oh, I’ve heard about you, but nevermind that. There are more important matters at hand."

"Did you find the gear?"

"Well, we found out the unexpected truth. We’ll walk you through it, so sit down." Daroach picked up the stolen picture and gave it to Magolor. Magolor shook his head exaggeratedly.

"There’s something like characters written on it ... What is this?"

"It tells the purpose of the ancient machine found in the diamond mine." 

"What’s it say? I can't read a single word of it!"

"It’s difficult to decipher ancient characters, but I understand the general meaning," Meta Knight said. He read aloud the parts he could understand.

"In other words," Daroach said, "when the ancient machine works, it turns stone into expensive treasure and makes the aristocrats a lot of money, but in exchange, it stinks up and destroys the town."

"Ehhhhh!? Whaaaa!?" Magolor covered his face and shook. "I didn’t realize the ancient machine was so scary! I didn’t know, not at all, not at all! What!?" Meta Knight turned his sharp gaze toward Magolor.

"Did you really not know? You're very familiar with the gears."

"Of course, but I just wanted to collect them! There’s no reason to think that way!"

"Why did you know where the gears were in the first place?" Meta Knight’s voice became harsher and harsher.

"U-uh ... " 

"I doubt a mere medicine peddler could know such valuable information. Are you related to Fugo in any way?"

"Ehhhhh!? N-no wayyyyy!" Magolor waved his hands back and forth in a panic. "I used the Star Compass! That’s why I knew where the gears were!" 

"The Star Compass? What is that?"

"It’s a tool used to find magical objects. My friend, Kirby, has it."

"Kirby? Airplane pilot Kirby?" Daroach asked.

"Do you know who that is?" Meta Knight turned to him.

"Mhm. He’s a celebrity in the Town of Wind. An interesting, gluttonous kid who likes to take naps." Daroach turned to Magolor. "This means Kirby also knows where the gears are?"

"Uh-huh ... Not only Kirby, but President Dedede, too ... "

"Let’s hurry to those two, then. We need to stop them before they turn over the gears to Fugo." Meta Knight picked up the gear and the stolen material, and, after a moment, the book on ancient characters as well.

"You want to bring that heavy book with you? For what?" Daroach asked.

"I may be able to decipher more of the ancient text if I have it on me. I want as much information as possible."

"You're right, let's go." The three left the room. They were led by Butler Vul, who muttered under his breath as he took them to the garage behind the mansion. There sat Meta Knight’s seven steam cars.

"Woah, sick!" Magolor squealed. "I’ve never ridden in anything like these!" 

"I hope you've got guts, Meta Knight’s driving is something else."

"Wow, sounds exciting!"

Meta Knight opened the door of a bright red sports car. "This car is the fastest. Get in." 

He sat in the driver's seat, while Daroach took the passenger side, and Magolor sat in the back. Meta Knight stepped on the pedals suddenly, and the car spewed out smoke and accelerated rapidly. It had ferocious speed. The wind blew in their faces with such force it was difficult to keep their eyes open.

"Waahhhhhhh!" Magolor screamed.

Daroach squeezed his eyes shut. "Hold on tight, Magolor!" he shouted. "If you don’t, you'll be blown out of the car!"

"Waaghhhhhhh! Scaryyyyy! Help, Lord Meta Knight ...! "

"Give up! Meta Knight’s personality changes when he drives!"

The car reached its maximum speed in the blink of an eye. They flew through the wide roads and sped off into the Town of Wind.

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[yesttoheaven]

I SEE YOU – chapter III

pairing – arthur fleck x female!reader

wc – 2.6k

warnings – just fluff and a little bit of angst

English is not my first language. I am getting help from google translator and he is not always a good ally, so I apologize for any typos or grammar errors.

Y/N – your name

Y/L/N – your last name

🔴 chapter one. chapter two. chapter three.

The actress looked around, enjoying the apartment where Arthur lived with his mother. The place was small, very different from what she was used to, but this simplicity was nostalgic and reminded her of her childhood; when everything seemed simple, despite the difficulties.

Unfortunately Arthur was still at work, but Penny assured her that he would be back soon and added that Y/N could wait for him. At first Brian didn't approve of this idea, considering that the actress was going to an important dinner tonight, but he should know that it’s impossible to say no to her puppy eyes. Now Brian is probably driving to Misty's house, ready to take her to Y/N's apartment, exactly as they agreed the day before. The only difference would be the absence of the actress, but this would be justified with: "She's at Angelina's." Although the plan was apparently perfect, leaving her alone with practically unknown people was worrisome. Y/N's safety was his responsibility. If something happened to her, Brian would never forgive himself, but she stated with all the letters that she would stay inside the apartment, waiting for him with Arthur and Penny. And they were not bad people.

Y/N didn't like to involve Brian in this web of lies, but Misty knew how to be stifling when she wanted to. Visiting Arthur was not illegal, but she didn't see it that way. In her conception, to be friends with Y/N Y/N/L you need to have a bank account with many zeros after the comma.

Placing her manager at the bottom of her thoughts, Y/N's eyes fell on the small table next to the couch she was on. A few magazines were spread out and a shy smile crossed her lips. She would probably never get used to it.

Noticing the young woman's interest in magazines, Penny said:

"This actress is so graceful."

"You think? I hear only bad things about her." Y/N replied, taking one of the magazines and placing it next to her face, reproducing the cover.

When the realization reached Arthur's mother, she looked at Y/N with wide eyes, thinking it was a mirage caused by the effects of the medicines she used daily. When she opened the door and found the woman on the other side, Penny didn't imagine that Y/N was Y/N Y/L/N, the same woman who is in all these magazines.

"That was my first cover... six years have passed and I'm still nervous on camera." The actress smiled, leaving the magazine with the other copies.

"You need to excuse me, I'm too old for that... I watch your movies with my son and I was unable to recognize you."

"It's all right, these photos are usually a little bit manipulated. Maybe that's why you didn't recognize me."

The conversation continued pleasantly between them. Penny Fleck didn't feel like she was talking to one of Gotham's biggest actresses; Y/N seemed to be just a nice neighbor, the one who always shows up for a visit at the end of the day. They only knew each other for a few minutes, but it didn't matter, Penny was comfortable, sharing with her a little bit of his life with Arthur, or Happy as she used to call her son. The actress considered this point intriguing, because when she met Arthur, sadness was the only thing that existed on his face like a second skin, but maybe she was just impressed.

...

Every day was exactly the same for Arthur. He went to work, spent the day spinning his sign in front of a store or visited sick children in hospitals – this was his favorite; Carnival loved to bring joy to them. The time to return home represented some relief for the clown. This meant that his co-workers would have to wait for the next day to continue making fun of him. Arthur would always be a joke for everyone.

Tired for another exhausting day at work – or just being who he is – all Arthur wanted at that moment was to relax by smoking a cigarette. Dragging himself out of the elevator, he made his way to his old apartment and took the keys out of his pocket to open the door. He warned that he was back, but his mother did not respond. Arthur suspected she was asleep, but as soon as he put his feet in the living room, his body froze.

The likelihood of them seeing each other again was one in a million, but here she was, surprising him once again. There was no plausible explanation for what he was feeling at the moment. Accelerated heart. Sweaty palms. And the most sincere smile of his entire life. Arthur was genuinely happy. Seeing the actress again was enough to erase all his problems. Y/N was like a breath of fresh air to his lungs. There was something about her, something that you notice from a long distance, but that Arthur can't put into words.

"Happy, your friend was waiting for you." Penny broke the silence, bringing them to reality again.

With a smile, Y/N stood up, running her hands over the dress she wore. She approached the man and greeted him in her soft voice:

"Hi, Arthur. How've you been?" Surprised by her own courage, she touched his shoulder and left a kiss on his cheek.

Arthur felt his cheeks turn into two tomatoes and he automatically looked at the ground, hiding a shy smile in the corner of his lips. But knowing that she was waiting for an answer, he took a deep breath, looking at her again and saying:

"Hey, I'm... I'm good. How about you?"

"I couldn’t be better. I hope I'm not bothering you, your mom said I could stay to wait for you."

"Don't say that, you never bother, dear! Now I'm going to leave you two alone so you can talk." The woman tried to get up and Arthur quickly moved to stand beside her, helping Penny back to the bedroom.

It was easy to see how much he loves his mother.

A few minutes later, Arthur was back in the living room, looking a little nervous about the situation. It was possible to state that the actress felt the same way, remembering the reason that brought her to the other side of the city. She didn't want to say anything in front of Penny, but now she could and the words were stuck in her throat.

"I don't know where to start... I'm so sorry for the way you were treated. They couldn't have done that to you, Arthur."

"How d-did you know?"

"Brian talked to the receptionist..." She said, biting her lower lip in an attempt to control herself, but that was not enough. "I'm so mad at Susan! Who does she think she is to treat you that way?"

"Don't be m-mad at her because of me... It's okay, I'm used to it." Arthur replied, trying to reassure the actress. The last thing he wanted to do was be responsible for erasing her smile, but his words made Y/N even more concerned.

"What are you saying?"

"My life is... different from yours." He murmured, shaking his shoulders as if it didn't matter, but the sad expression on his face showed just the opposite. "I d-don't want to bother you with my stupid problems. This is not worth your time."

"But I have all the time in the world to hear you. Please tell me..." Y/N insisted, still trying to understand what he meant by 'I'm used to it'.

Susan had compared Arthur to a criminal; someone dangerous. She judged him by his appearance. His actions. His somewhat confused way of speaking. No. This is not normal. This is not something that Arthur should just 'get used to'.

"C-Can I get you something to drink?" He asked, shifting the focus of the conversation in the blink of an eye. Just a few more words and he could feel the laughter in the back of his throat, begging to leave. And that was not what he wanted.

"But..." The actress tried again, but acknowledged it was time to stop. She showed one of her beautiful smiles and that was enough to warm the man's heart. "Water, please."

Following Arthur into the kitchen, she stood by the door, watching him. Arthur was not a bad person – and he wasn't a criminal either, as Susan thought. Y/N just wanted to have the opportunity to get to know him better. It was as if the man still has his face paint on; as if he were still Carnival and she desperately wanted to meet the man hiding behind the paint, but Y/N understood that invading his space was not the best way to achieve this.

"Oh, thanks!" She thanked him, holding the cup and drinking, as they walked back to the living room. Pointing to the magazines, she fired: "These magazines are old... Are you a collector or something?"

"Not exactly... It was a few months ago, this guy was throwing the magazines in the trash because nobody wanted to buy, but he sold it to me for half the price..." Arthur's eyes widened when he realized what he had said. He scratched the back of his neck, completely embarrassed, but the actress just started laughing.

"It's okay, Arthur. I like your sincerity." She added, finding the situation funny. "But tell me, what is your favorite?"

The man pointed to the third magazine without thinking twice. Unlike the others, this cover was focused only on Y/N's angelic face. She was holding a white rose; the petals of the flower touching her lips painted in bright red.

"You have the most beautiful smile I've ever seen in my life." He thought aloud, making her blush with his sincere words.

Y/N was constantly praised. Men and women. Different ages. Nationalities. Some were adorable, others completely depraved, but no one was able to make her feel what she was feeling right now.

Arthur was surprised at himself. This trust was not constant in his life, but close to her, it was as if he wanted to try. It was easy, because he was just telling the truth. Her smile was beautiful.

"So... what is this?" After a few minutes of silence, she asked, pointing again at the small table in the center of the living room.

"Oh, this is my journal!" The man picked up his journal and sat down next to her on the couch. "My therapist forced me to have one. I write my thoughts, some new jokes and other things..."

"I love jokes, but I need to confess that clowns are not my point."

"Don't you like clowns?" Arthur was not angry with her, in fact he thought it was funny. "How is this possible?"

"Don't judge me! It's nothing personal... I don't hate them completely, i just get a little nervous." Y/N started to laugh, being accompanied by him. When the laughter stopped, she said: "Now the million dollar question... What did you think of 'Midnight Seduction'? But you need to promise me that you will be honest with your criticism, right?"

The man shook his head in agreement.

"So I can start by saying that the ending was not as I expected, she died..." Arthur knew it was just a fictional death, but Y/N's flawless performance took that scene to another level. He was paralyzed by her talent. Y/N was definitely born to shine. Her filmography was rich.

"My Diana..." The actress spoke fondly about the character, remembering the day she read the script for the first time. Nobody was expecting this. "I like to imagine that she had a second chance. No prostitution. No drugs. Without HIV. And with someone by your side to love."

"This is a good ending, I like it... Rosalind was the only person who cared about her."

"Oh, did you notice?" Y/N asked, leaving the glass of water on the table. "I mentioned this in an interview, but the next day everyone was distorting my words!"

"It's just... love. What's wrong with that?"

"Unfortunately some people will never understand what love is."

Looking at Y/N and Arthur, it was possible to see that they were opposite poles. Their lives were completely different, but it was intriguing how they always found a connection. Time passed quickly, but they were still involved in a long conversation. Y/N loved to hear the man tell about his work as a clown – obviously he didn't mention the bad side. The actress told about NGOs, some trips around the globe and the preparation to play her characters. Each character was a new challenge and Arthur found it fascinating that she lived several lives in just one.

When the conversation followed a delicate path, Y/N considered changing this path, but she gave up and stood up, walking around the living room with a nostalgic smile growing on her lips. Arthur watched a few interviews, but hearing the actress speak directly to him about her childhood in Narrows was different. She lived in a simple house with her mother and brother. The situation was not easy, they did not have much money. Today her mother and brother are living in France, enjoying a wonderful life because of Y/N and her promising career. She missed them. She talked to them on the phone every day, but that was her best decision. Gotham has become a hostile, completely violent city, but it was in the middle of this violent city that her life changed...

"I was working at a restaurant in the downtown when Misty saw me in that hideous uniform..." Y/N couldn't help but laugh. "She said I was too pretty to clean shitty toilets, but cleaning shitty toilets was what puts money on the table at the end of the month... So she said she had an indecent proposal for me. I figured she would offer me a job at a nightclub... I probably would have accepted it. I was desperate to help my family, but she asked if i would like to be famous... A simple answer, "yes" and see how I look six years later. That horrible uniform became the most expensive designer dresses in the world, my mom has a beautiful house and everything she deserves, my little brother is having all the support for his studies and that girl with dreams turned into a famous actress, but..."

Unhappy.

Y/N completed in her mind, she was not strong enough to say that. She was also not ungrateful. Misty turned the girl's life into a fairy tale, but at the same time it took her life. In six years, she never had a break. Her manager was always bringing her a new job. The actress knew this was important for her career, but she didn't have time for anything other than work. She didn't have time to visit her own family. She was stuck.

Arthur heard someone knock on the door, but he kept his eyes on Y/N. The woman was in absolute silence and close to tears. Her smile was gone. She was suffering in front of him and he didn't know what to do to get this pain out of her.

"You should check this out." She murmured and at first he didn't react, but when the person knocked on the door again, Arthur stood up.

The actress took advantage of the moment to compose herself, trying to normalize her breathing, but when she heard that voice, her body just froze. The next minute the redhead appeared in the living room holding her Prada bag and looking at everything with an expression of disgust, but when she saw Y/N, she said:

"Mon cher, why didn't you tell me you wanted to visit your new friend? You know you don't have to lie to me."

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a/n – likes and reblogs are appreciated but honestly I’d love to know what you all think of this one. really hope you enjoy it and thank you soooo much for reading ♡

[reyescarlos]

look after you || a buddie fic

❄️ @911giftexchange fic for @bombera      hey, tori! i'm wishing you the happiest of holidays! this year has truly been one for the books so i hope this fic will help to end 2020 on a good note for you! it kinda ran away from me but i hope you’ll enjoy! ❄️

word count: 4.7k || read on ao3

You've begun to feel like home, yeah What's mine is yours to leave or take What's mine is yours to make your own

Infamously December is known to be a hectic month but now, with just a little over two weeks until Christmas, Eddie is feeling the pressure. His work schedule leaves little to no time for him to prepare for the holiday season, time slipping through his fingers with such ease that it had come as a surprise to see just how close he and the rest of the world were getting to the big day.

His concern was bad enough but this last week his mind has been additionally preoccupied with worrying over his son who is the latest person to come down with the bug that’s running rampant. If he isn’t at work, he’s right by Chris’ side, doting over him and doing his best to insure his comfort.

Throughout it all he has had Buck, his best friend and confidant, a man he can share virtually any thought with. All, really, but one. Eddie groans internally. His unspoken feelings for Buck are the last thing he needs to dwell on now. But the thought is far easier to think than put into practice with Buck sharing this space with him. Even on his day off Buck opts to spend time at the Diaz house, an additional set of hands that Eddie is beyond grateful for at such a time. Buck has long since been a staple in his home and now, more than ever, he’s grateful for his companionship and help to keep him from going under. Buck seems to understand him in ways very few can, sensing his needs and thoughts without a single word uttered.

He can feel Buck’s eyes on him as he pops two slices of bread into the toaster but he focuses on his task, doing his best to keep his head on straight though his mind is a riot of thoughts.

Eddie massages the back of his neck to relieve some tension, stretching it a bit as he draws in a breath.

“Alright, what’s going with you?” Buck asks.

Eddie turns back to face him and shrugs. “It’s nothing. I’m just trying to figure out a game plan. I still have to finish holiday shopping but you’ve seen our schedule for the next two weeks. We’re practically going to be living at the station.”

“But we have today off and it’s only noon. That’s plenty of time for you to head out there while I stay here with little man. See? Simple solution.”

“It’s your day off. I couldn’t do that.”

“I can watch him, it’s not a problem,” Buck insists.

Eddie hesitates. It’s a great offer, one that would quickly remedy his dilemma. “I don’t know, Buck. It’s a big ask. It’s short notice and he’s sick.”

“It’s not a big ask. It’s not even an ask at all; I’m volunteering. And besides,” Buck says, puffing up his chest. “Buckleys don’t catch colds.”

Eddie’s mouth twists to one side in thought. Today really is the one true window of time he’ll have and it’ll certainly be easier to stealthily buy Chris’ presents without his observant son being able to see what he’s purchasing. Resigned, Eddie nods slowly, knowing this is the best offer he could possibly have.

“Alright, yeah, okay. I’ll try and hurry back but still, I know it’ll be a few hours until I’ll be back home.”

Buck rolls his eyes. “Would you relax? Take all the time you need, seriously. Chris and I always have a blast together. We’ll be just fine. I promise.”

“No, I know he’s good with you. I just…”

“Suck at accepting help, yes, I know,” Buck teases, patting him on the shoulder with one hand and gesturing towards the front of the house with the other.

“Go. I’m officially kicking you out. Don’t forget to get me something nice, yeah?”

~*~*~

Eddie returns home with a trunk full of presents after a very successful trip to the mall. He’s managed to get for everyone on his list and the relief he feels in having this task officially scratched off his to-do list is a major weight off his shoulders. He carries a few bags in with him to the house. From the moment he steps inside he can hear the raucous laughter of Christopher and Buck coming from the living room, his son breaking into a small coughing fit afterwards.

Eddie stashes his purchases into the closet, hiding the bags under his jacket in a feeble attempt to bury it for the time being. Buck and Chris carry on chatting and Eddie is certain that neither of them realizes he’s gotten back, so wrapped up they are in their conversation.

“Maybe we could go to New York like Kevin next year for Christmas? Me, you, and Dad.”

Eddie feels his body tense and he stays in place, curious as to what Buck’s response will be.

Eddie could easily picture it, the three of them taking on the city. The images that flood his mind teem with warmth and joy and sincerely, Eddie would love nothing more than to wrap himself in that. But a trip that elaborate wouldn’t be a casual thing between friends, at least not for him. It’s one thing to have Buck over at his place or for them to go on outings around LA with Chris on weekends. A Christmas getaway would carry far more weight. It’s something that families do. Something twinges a bit in Eddie’s chest at the thought. Somewhere along the way, without Eddie even fully realizing it had solidified itself, that’s precisely what Buck has become to him, and apparently Chris too.

“Now there’s an idea. I would love to go with you guys. Sure you wouldn’t mind me tagging along?”

Chris is quick to respond, casting away any trace of doubt. “Nope, the trip wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Eddie can hear Buck sigh. It’s clear just how touched his best friend is by Chris’ sentiment and Eddie would have to agree with his son. Any trip, any facet of life really, is so much better when Buck is thrown into the mix. He’s so interwoven into the fabric of their life, it’d be hard to picture any moment, big or small, without him there experiencing it with them.

“See, this is why you’re my favorite Diaz. Don’t tell your dad I said that though. It may break his old man heart,” Buck laughs, Chris joining in.

This melody is Eddie’s favorite sound, the lightheartedness of his two favorite guys sharing a private joke. It’s the little things like this that light him up, that fill him with a warmth so vibrant and strong that it takes every ounce of strength in him not to sit Buck down one day and have a serious conversation. But Eddie has never been good with words and in a case like this, for a topic this important, he knows a talk like that would be best handled with care. Whenever, or rather if ever, that day comes, Eddie hopes he’ll be prepared to handle it. Instead he’ll stick to this, to cloaking his feelings for the sake of keeping the scales balanced.

“With laughs that big I’m guessing someone is feeling better?” he says aloud, essentially announcing his presence.

He steps into the living room and sees the space has been transformed. A giant fort is set up in the center of the room and at the mouth of it is Buck and Chris stretched out side by side on pillows from the couch and Chris’ bed. It looks like the coziest of setups and Eddie isn’t at all surprised to see that Buck got creative in trying to make Chris as comfortable as possible.

Chris slaps on an innocent smile but Buck apparently has a harder time schooling his features.

“Eddie, you’re back. I didn’t even hear you come in,” he says, picking up the remote.

The end credits for Home Alone 2 flit by on screen. Buck hits pause as Chris reaches for the DVD of A Charlie Brown Christmas.

“Can we watch this one next?” he asks Buck who’s already nodding.

“Oh, definitely. This is one of my all-time favorites. How about I get you another bowl of soup and then we can fire this one up. Sound good?”

Chris gives him a two thumbs up and flops back against the pillows, plucking a tissue out of the box and wiping at his nose. Eddie frowns seeing his son so sick but the best he can do is continue supplying him with medicine and fluids to help him through it.

Buck carefully climbs out of the fort and walks over to Eddie, the two of them going into the kitchen.

“How’d your shopping go?” Buck asks as he opens the fridge and takes out a container.

“Really well. I managed to get stuff for everyone on my list, including a certain pest I know,” he jokes the second Buck opens his mouth, no doubt to check about the status of his own gift.

“Well, I’m glad you have your priorities in order then, thank you.”

A comfortable silence falls between them as Buck moves around the kitchen and Eddie is struck, not for the first time since befriending Buck, at how comfortable his friend is inside of his home. That’s all Eddie could have ever wanted. Buck moves with such assurance taking a bowl down from the cupboard, pulling a spoon out of a drawer, knowing exactly where everything is without hesitation or having to ask. It warms his heart to see this, to know that Buck must feel comfortable here, that this could somehow be home.

“Thanks again for watching Chris for me. I can’t tell you how much I appreciate it,” he says as Buck pops the now filled bowl into the microwave.

“Don’t mention it. I love hanging out with him and if I can help you in any way, I will. Always.”

Buck holds his gaze and for a moment, Eddie thinks he’ll say more. There’s something in his expression that looks as if he’s trying to communicate something wordlessly but far too soon, the moment passes and shortly after the microwave beeping breaks the silence between them. Buck smiles softly before turning away but Eddie keeps his eyes trained on his back, getting lost in his thoughts.

Maybe this is all in his head or perhaps an unhealthy amount of wishful thinking is at play but lately something has felt different between them, as if there’s something going unspoken.

Buck gets a tray and puts the bowl on top of it, carefully picking it up from the countertop.

“I can bring it to him,” Eddie says, gesturing to take the tray. “You can get out of here, if you want. You should enjoy what’s left of your day off.”

Buck rolls his eyes as he side steps and laughs. “That’s exactly what I’m doing now. Didn’t you hear? It’s Charlie Brown time. No way in hell am I missing him or that tree.”

Eddie smiles softly and shakes his head. He opens his mouth to say something but falls short on words. Buck seems to understand regardless as he smiles back and nods.

“I know,” he says simply. Eddie wants so desperately to ask what exactly it is that Buck knows, what he feels but he lets the matter go for now.

This right here is more than enough, he reasons. To have Buck look at him and comprehend even a fraction of his gratitude.

~*~*~

Eddie knows he worries too much but watching Buck throughout their busy morning and early afternoon with back to back calls, he can’t help but to feel a little troubled over Buck’s slower pace and quieter nature. Usually he could be counted on to be the most energized and talkative during calls but today he’s so much more subdued and it feels like a real cause for concern.

“You okay?” Eddie asks, searching Buck’s face as they wash their hands in the bathroom to prep for lunch.

“Yeah, I just need some food in me and I’ll be good to go.”

Buck smiles reassuringly but Eddie isn’t convinced. Nonetheless he follows Buck up to the loft where the rest of the crew is already gathered around the table. Eddie takes a seat beside Hen who sits across from Chimney, the two already engaged in conversation.

This leaves Eddie the coveted spot of sitting opposite Buck.

Buck settles in at the table beside Chimney, placing a hand against his throat as he clears it before he reaches to the center of the table to start fixing his plate. Eddie watches him curiously as he’s done all day, noting the way Buck seems to be moving a bit slower than usual, the man’s eyes trained in focus on the simple task of putting food on his plate.

Eddie wonders if he’s reading too much into Buck’s body language but given how well he knows his friend, he feels safe in his assumption that Buck is off today because he’s sick and putting forth his best efforts to disguise this fact. Out in the field it was easy to attribute Buck’s pace to the amount of work the team had to put into their calls but now, with everyone finally able to unwind and catch their breath, Buck still looks put out.

“Buck, you’re really hot,” Chimney says as Buck’s arm grazes his. Eddie purses his lips, his suspicion confirmed easily.

Buck flashes a smile and a wink. “Tell me something I don’t know. But I don’t think Maddie would take it well to know you’re hitting on her brother.”

Chim smacks his hand against his forehead and shakes his head.

“You’re no match for your sister, I can tell you that right now, but that’s not what I meant. Seriously, don’t you feel warm?”

Buck shakes his head. “No. It’s actually kind of cold in here, isn’t it?”

Hen pushes back from the table across from him, putting a hand over her mouth and nose.

“Nope, you’ve got to go. Cap, this bug is making the rounds quick. I swear half of Denny’s class is out with it.”

Bobby rises from his seat and walks over to Buck, placing a hand on his forehead. Buck looks like a grumpy child as his bottom lip pokes out slightly.

“Jeez, Buck. You’re like a furnace. I’m afraid I have to send you home.”

“But, Cap!” Buck tries to protest but Bobby shakes his head and holds up a hand to stop any more objections.

“That’s an order. And here are some more for you: drink lots of fluids, get in bed, and stay there. Be sure to get a ton of rest until this fever breaks. I know you want to stay on and help but you’re going to sideline the whole team if we don’t do this. Sorry, Buck.”

Buck sighs defeatedly and pushes back in his seat, rising to his feet. The crew murmurs their get well soon wishes to Buck as he heads toward the stairs and Eddie’s heart sinks to the pit of his stomach knowing how and why Buck is sick in the first place. He rises from his seat, quickly wiping at his mouth with a napkin before following him to the locker room.

Eddie stays quiet at the door as Buck gets his locker open and takes out his bag.

“So much for Buckleys don’t get sick, huh?” Buck says with a sigh, sitting down on the bench.

Eddie steps further into the room and sits beside him, putting a hand on his shoulder and giving it a light squeeze. He’s surprised when Buck’s hand comes to rest over his. Buck’s hand is warm and Eddie relishes in his touch but too soon, the feeling is gone; Buck quickly lets go and clears his throat, shifting his attention to his bag. Eddie’s hand falls limply into his lap.

“This one’s on me. I’ll stop by after work and check on you, okay?” he ventures.

“You don’t have to. I’ll be alright.”

“Maybe so but I’d feel a hell of a lot better seeing that for myself. I can drop you home now, if you want. I’m sure Bobby would let me run off for a bit.”

Buck smiles softly and shakes his head. “You’re a good friend, Eddie, but I can manage the trip home. I promise I’ll follow Dr. Nash’s orders to the letter. I’ll be back on my feet in no time, just you wait and see.”

~*~*~

It’s been two days and Buck’s fever has been making its presence known; it’s Chris’ symptoms all over again but Eddie is ready for it, already having placed a call to his grandmother for even more of her miracle soup. Eddie’s been anxious at work, keeping his phone within reach at all times just waiting to get replies from Buck when he checks in. Some messages are more coherent than others but overall it seems as if Buck is hanging in there as much as can be expected.

Eddie’s certain that what his friend needs now is his grandmother’s home-cooking to really send Buck’s ailment packing. It’s to her house he heads straight to after his shift, his thoughts resting heavily on Buck’s recovery.

“Abuela?” Eddie calls out as he locks back the front door of her home.

“In here!”

Eddie follows her voice to the kitchen where he finds his grandmother ladling her soup into Tupperware, the remnants of vegetables and spices on the counter.

He greets her with a kiss on each cheek, taking a set back so she can continue filling the container she’s halfway done with.

“Thanks for doing this...again,” he muses. “One day I swear I’ll learn how to make this stuff.”

She gives him a doubtful look but smiles. “I don’t mind making it for you and your boys.”

Eddie eyes her for a moment, taking note of the implication of her wording. Unsure of how or even if he should call attention to it, Eddie switches gears a bit.

“I’m sure Buck is going to appreciate it. This soup was practically magic for Chris. Buck is chomping at the bit to get back to the station. This is just the thing to get him there again soon.”

His grandmother sets the ladle down and secures the lid on the container, double checking that it’s properly sealed.

“And I’m sure you’re eager for him to get back, too.”

Eddie is brought up short by this, his brows furrowing in thought. Isabel Diaz is as formidable a woman as ever and is always far too good at reading things that weren’t spoken with Eddie. In a case like this, it only makes him feel on edge rather than comforted.

“What are you getting at?”

Isabel shrugs her shoulders but despite how nonchalant the gesture is, Eddie knows there must be more to her thoughts than she’s letting on just then.

“Nothing. Nothing at all. Buck is your best friend, no? I would think it’d make sense that you’d want your partner back.”

Eddie can feel heat rising in his face and quickly turns to the pantry, opening the door to it and taking a tote bag off one of the shelves, taking advantage of the brief moment of reprieve to pull himself together.

Eddie returns to her side and begins packing away the various containers. His grandmother is nothing if not efficient and thorough. These batches will be enough to get Buck through the week.

Eddie stays quiet while he works but just as he’s putting away the last container, she places a hand on his arm, stilling him.

He turns his head slightly to look at her, not quite meeting her eye. She takes it as the invitation it is to say whatever is on her mind.

“He’s lucky to have a friend like you,” she says softly, as if in thought.

“I’m the lucky one here, believe me. Buck’s always a huge help. At work, around the house, with Chris. This is the least I could do.”

It’s only then that Eddie looks at his grandmother fully and the knowing smile on her face is so comforting that Eddie feels the tension in his body melt away.

“People like that are hard to find in life. Be sure to hold on the good ones for however long you can.”

~*~*~

Visits to Buck’s after work have become the norm all week and with each trip, Eddie feels more assured that Buck will be better in no time. Today’s check in brings on a sense of déjà vu. In Buck’s living room now is a replica of the fort he and Chris constructed at Eddie’s place a week and a half prior.

“What’s your obsession with forts anyway?” he asks as he climbs inside, surrounded by plush pillows and blankets.

“Maddie used to make them for me all the time when I was little,” Buck says. “Building one with Chris has me kinda nostalgic, I guess.”

Eddie smiles to himself at the mental image of Buck as a kid. It isn’t too hard to picture what he must have looked like back then as he looks at him now, a blanket draped over his head and shoulders sitting cross-legged in front of the laptop, a movie already playing.

“What are you watching?” Eddie asks, settling in.

“Love Actually.”

Eddie laughs and shakes his head. “I didn’t take you for a romcom lover but I guess that somehow makes sense now that I think about it.”

“What’s not to love about them? The build up, the will-they-won’t-they but you know they totally will, the big sweeping declaration at the end? That’s what everyone roots for. Who doesn’t like seeing people in love live happily ever after? It’s the dream,” Buck concludes.

Eddie doesn’t argue the point. How could he possibly when that’s all he’s been hoping to have himself?

“That’s really your dream?” he asks tentatively.

Buck shrugs. “I definitely wouldn’t say no if it were to happen. But in order for all of that, someone would actually have to fall head over heels for me,” he laughs wryly.

“You make it sound like such an impossibility. Like you’re somehow difficult to love.”

Buck’s head tilts to the side a bit. “You don’t think that I am?”

It’s such a loaded question, a dangerous one really but still, the words fall effortlessly from Eddie’s lips as he replies.

“I would think that falling for you is one of the easiest things a person could do.”

Eddie realizes this conversation is veering off course and Buck probably isn’t thinking very clearly given the state of things. For all Eddie knows, Buck is hopped up on cold medicine and doesn’t realize he’s asking leading questions. Eddie falls silent then, laying back and staring up the blanket overhead as the movie continues to play on screen. The seconds stretch tauntingly and Eddie knows he’s said too much, gone too far over the line they’ve been treating as a tightrope.

He hears the tap of the keyboard and the movie pauses. Eddie keeps his eyes trained above him, hoping they can avoid delving deeper into this. But he’s kicked open the gate, ushered in this line of conversation he’s been terrified to have.

“Eddie, I—,” Buck starts but Eddie isn’t so sure he wants, or is even ready, to hear what Buck has to say in response.

“You should get some sleep.”

“But I want to talk to you. I missed you today. I always miss you when you’re away.”

Eddie freezes, unsure of if this an open statement Buck would be making if he wasn’t sick or possibly feeling awkward given Eddie’s last comment but he’d be lying to himself if he said it isn’t something that makes his chest warm right in the center.

“I’m here now and I’m not going anywhere all night,” he assures.

“All night? What about Chris?”

“He’s probably on his way to a sugar coma at my grandmother’s right about now. She’s baking tonight and Chris, of course, volunteered to help. I know he’s just in for the leftover frosting and taste testing.”

This seems to be a good enough distraction. Buck laughs softly and grows quiet, pressing the laptop again and Eddie is certain he’s never been more grateful to hear a bunch of British people in conversation with each other. He opts to just listen to rather than watch the movie; his focus is completely shot.

After a few minutes, Buck sighs and burrows in against Eddie’s side. Instinctively Eddie wraps an arm around his friend. Before he can undo it or reprimand himself for getting too familiar with Buck, the man buries his face against the side of Eddie’s neck.

He’s all too aware of each breath Buck takes, his skin tickling with every exhale. There’s nothing casual or platonic about this and Eddie’s heart aches so painfully in his chest that it takes every ounce of willpower he has to keep breathing. But still, before he can allow himself to truly accept what Buck getting this close to him means, he needs to hear it from the man himself.

“Buck?”

“You didn’t give me a chance to say anything before so I figured I’d show you where my head and heart are instead.”

Eddie sits up slowly, Buck moving with him. Eddie takes in his expression and sees a real clarity in Buck’s eyes that leaves no room for uncertainty that he’s serious. Eddie has spent so long feeling terrified of being presented with this moment but he takes comfort in realizing this isn’t one-sided like he’s feared.

“Is this the part with the big sweeping declaration?” he jokes lamely to work out his nerves.

“I sure hope so. That tends to always be the best part.”

“You’re a lot better at this than me,” he says, rubbing his palm against the front of his jeans.

“To be fair, I watch a lot of romantic comedies in my downtime.”

Eddie can’t help but to laugh at this, grateful for the levity Buck brings to this moment. He cups the man’s cheek and strokes his face lightly with his thumb as he stares into his eyes.

“I’ve never been too good with this sort of stuff but you make me want to figure out a way how to be. Maybe in time I’ll be able to get the words out but, if nothing else, just know that I feel a lot for you, Buck. With you, I feel everything.”

Eddie leans forward and kisses Buck’s forehead, his eyes drifting closed as he lingers for a moment. Buck sighs contentedly, one hand settling on Eddie’s knee. Eddie pulls away then, resting his forehead against Buck’s, his fingers carding gently through his hair at the back of his head. Buck bumps his nose softly to Eddie’s who smiles at the move.

“Crap, sorry,” Buck says, pulling away. “What if you get sick next?”

“I survived Chris’ fever. I think I’ll be fine with yours too. If not, then I’ll just have to commission Abuela to make more soup,” he laughs. “Speaking of which, I should get some for you. Or tea or—”

“No,” Buck interjects, holding on to his wrist gently, keeping him in place. “Please, just...stay here for a little while longer with me?”

Eddie looks at him, takes in that soft pleading look and nods. “Whatever you want.”

Buck smiles at this and lays down on his side. Eddie doesn’t hesitate in spooning him, his arm securing snugly across Buck’s hip. His face burrows in the crook of the man’s neck, chin propped against his shoulder.

“Now will you get some sleep?” he asks quietly.

Buck laughs, light and carefree. “I don’t see how I can be expected to now after all of this,” he replies just as quietly, playing with Eddie’s fingers.

“This feels like Christmas morning as a kid. All that excitement, wondering what’s in store. No,” he continues, shaking his head. “ I couldn’t possibly sleep now. I don’t want to miss a second of what comes next.”