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dsnzfb · 3 months ago

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You've Maid My Day

Cactus/Rose, allergies, M/M, ~1.5k

After a long week of work, Cactus has a surprise for Rose.

“Rose, check it out! Tada!!”

Stood proudly in front of his work, a currently dress-clad Cactus motioned at the completely clean living room. Sweat was dripping down his forehead from the effort, though he did not care in the slightest.

“What- what is this, Cactus? Did you do the spring cleaning?” Rose stared on in awe, hanging up his coat quickly and jogging into the flat proper.

Cactus laughed, a wide and sharp grin gracing his features, “Sure did! Weather was nice, you were at work, I had the day off… The perfect storm!”

Rose was stunned, unable to stop staring at his boyfriend’s handiwork.

“You did all of it…? You didn’t have to do that! I could have helped!”

The shorter man shook his head with a smirk.

“I only got the one maid dress.”

The florist finally paid full attention to Cactus, taking in his figure. He wasn’t sure whether to blush, laugh, or both. It fit him surprisingly well! Showed off his legs, his arms, and the cute patches of vitiligo on them that he didn’t often get to see. Ooh, his neck, too, if he peeked past the frilly choker.

“I suppose you’re not wrong.” He smiled, leaning in and giving him a soft kiss, lips barely grazing, “But to do all this by yourself… You do too much for me. You’re adorable.”

“H-Hehe… You have no idea how much of a pain-in-the-ass it was! I mean, it was my own fault, check out what I used!” Cactus giggled, pulling out from behind him his chosen instrument, wielding it with the pride of a kid who just found a big stick.

An almost cartoonish feather duster. Rose’s nose scrunched up just seeing it. He did the whole place with that? God- he could see the dust clouding off it with each movement.

“W-Why?” He sniffed reflexively, regretting his action immediately as the itch in his nose started to blossom, “Why not use a… I don’t know, a damp cloth? A regular duster?” Oh god, his eyes were starting to itch.

“Huh? I mean, this is like… It’s the image, y’know? Even if nobody was here ta see it, I gotta commit. It’s pretty cute, right?”

Rose snorted, his laughter only serving to make him breathe in more irritants, “Oh my god, you… Haha! That’s typical of you, I suppose I shouldn’t expect anything elhhh-!”

Cactus blinked. He broke out of his excited haze and paid attention to how Rose was looking. That hitch sounded needy, almost desperate. His eyes were starting to look glassy and twitchy, and irritated tears began swelling. His nose looked just as tickly as Rose hitched, and hitched, and… Stopped. Why did he stop? Wouldn’t it feel better to let himself sneeze?

‘I can’t… Not while he’s watching me like that… He worked so hard, and for what? For me to have a stupid bloody allergy attack?’

“You okay? You look itchy, did something happen? Don’t tell me you walked home through the dog park again…”

“Nn… Nuh… No… Not today…” Rose scrubbed at his nose, a harsh sniff accompanying the motion. He realised belatedly that he could have lied, and pinned the blame on literally anything but the soft, fluffy, and dust-filled instrument in his boyfriend’s hand.

Cactus stood on tiptoes and leaned in closer, a large hand cupping Rose’s cheek and their foreheads touching, “Comin’ down with another cold?”

Shaking his head in a way that didn’t convince Cactus at all, Rose pulled away from him in panic.

“I’m f-fi-ii-HHhtSH!! IhtSHH! t’shhHiiiu!! Hhah-eh-… Aahe-ttShHiew!! Pt’sshuu-iis-sshiew!! Gghwaah… I’b fide.”

“Yuh huh, yeah, ‘fide’ indeed.” Cactus placed his hands on his hips, the offending item shaking out more dust at being disturbed.

“Just… Sobethi’g id the air.” Rose sniffled again, annoyed at his body for reacting so quickly to the dust and making a mess of himself. God. Cactus could do so much better than him. He’s so handsome. So manly. So cute. Domestic househusband. Soft and cuddleable. Stupid. Perfect.

While Rose’s thoughts ran away with him, Cactus looked on in confusion. He was staring again, with that dumb gay smile on his face. Cac never quite understood what Rose saw in him, but it definitely wasn’t what *he* saw in the mirror. Well, he wouldn’t complain! If Rose saw something he liked, who was he to deny that? Cactus decided to do something about Rose’s current predicament, since the florist was distracted. He lifted the feather duster to his boyfriend’s face and waved it gently under his freckled nose, watching the soft barbs brush pinkened nostrils and dust waft up in plumes.

“G-Ggh-aagh!! C-Cactus, what are you doing?!” Rose smashed a cupped hand over his nose, though it was far too late.

“I’m helpin’. You looked real tickly.”

“H-Helping? It’s that thing that’s made this happen in the first place!!” He shrieked, “Ah- oops.”

Rose turned beet red, a second hand coming up to cover a cheek. He didn’t mean to snap, nor did he mean to admit the course of his nasal troubles. He just… He got so embarrassed when sneezing in front of him.

Cactus gave him a smirk, pulling the feather duster away.

“Ohhh, I get it. I forget that you’re allergic to dust sometimes. Hah, my bad! You know, though? It’s pretty cute. Your face under here…” He pulled at Rose’s hands, prying them from his face to reveal a running, twitchy nose, “Your expression is way adorable. Hehe, you gotta sneeze real bad, dontcha? Remember what I taught you?”

‘Remember? Remember? What you taught me is engraved in my mind and will never leave, thank you very much!’ Rose could still hardly believe what Cactus had done for him – he’d induced using a pointed tissue right in front of him, just to prove a point about how ‘hard’ a sneeze should be! How did he learn that?! Rose’d nearly died on the spot, fairly sure steam literally rose from his head from how much he was blushing at the time.

That, and now this? Cactus had never said it outright, and he wouldn’t be able to pull an admission from Rose’s dead corpse, but… Surely, this meant something? He knew about his… Affinity? This isn’t the sort of thing a normal person would do for another normal person.

Though, that does assume that they’re both normal.

“C-Cactus, let go. Let me… Let…” Rose struggled, “I h-have to…”

“Then do it.”

Rose’s cheeks burned hot in embarrassment, what made Cac think he could just sneeze? Let them out? On him?!

“N-no, I… I can’t just- i-iih- h-haa-aah-!!”

“C’moooon, you can do it. I believe in you,” The shorter man didn’t let his hands go, pulling closer while teasing him, “So… You understand what to do, mmm? Take a deep breath in, let your allergies overtake you, let it fill you… All that dust I swept up is bothering you, so it’s time to get it all out.”

Rose’s eye was twitching, nose scrunching. Even the clear mess dripping down his philtrum was torturing him, and Cactus just. Wouldn’t. Move.

He let out a strangled whimper, allergic tears making his vision swim. It wasn’t long before the intense tickle forced his eyes closed, and the tears fell down his cheeks.

“I… I… Ah–… H-hah… Hhih– C-Caaaac, m-move… I’m g-going… To…”

“Not movin’.”

Stubborn arse.

“Hh– Iigh– n-no… I… IIghHTt-!! GgsSHh! GGshTTt!!” the attempted stifles sounded pathetic, honestly, even to himself. He heard Cactus laughing; a soft chuckle, and one that made Rose’s cheeks burn bright red.

“Bless you, baby. Come on, I know you got more in ya. You can do it. You don’t gotta hold back just for lil’ old me.”

“Hh-hhaAAah..!! Oh my god, Cac, you’re e-evil…!” Rose whined, glasses even steaming up from how embarrassed he was, “...Nnn… this is… torture.”

The red-haired man groaned, rolling his eyes. “Your ‘help’ so far h-hhaahs been a touch dubious, to put it lightly. Nngh- I must be positively repulsive right now… Hh-hhaAH!! hHg-GGshHTtchew!! HhagTSHHh!! TTshh-Iishh-SShhiiuu! Hh-iggSSHh! Haah-aasHHEW!! Ghhwaaah, oh my godddd… hhpTtshUu!!”

Cactus grinned, looking up devilishly. He leaned slightly closer, a playful lilt in his voice, “What, need more help?”

He was a mess. And Cactus was still holding onto him, a slightly softer smile on his face now.

“Bless you. See? Much easier when you let them out.” the blond let his boyfriend go, rummaged in his nearby hoodie’s pocket for a light purple handkerchief, and pressed it into Rose’s palm.

“You…” the cloth was gratefully taken, then used to blow his nose and clean himself up, “I don’t understand you sometimes. You’re… you’re absurd.”

“Yeah, ‘spected as much. Uh, by the way…”

“Ah, but ya love me.”

“That I do, dear.” Rose performatively raised the hand still clutching the handkerchief, “I’ll need to keep using this for the rest of the night, you know.”

“Mm?”

“How do you clean a feather duster?”

“Wh– t-take it outside!!!”

#snz fic #dye ocs #snzfic #snzblr #ok im feeling brave. i got betas from the lovely hachi and allergicmistress. my beloveds.#snz #having a normal one about cactus and rose again who could have guessed!!!!!!!!!!!!!#accidentalmistress oh my god my brain is MUSH im SO sorry for gettin ur name wrong

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luv-gukkie · 2 years ago

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★ 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 ★

ᗯᗩᖇᑎIᑎᘜ ⚠︎︎ : іᥒᥒ᥆ᥴᥱᥒ𝗍!rᥱᥲძᥱr, ᥲgᥱ gᥲ⍴, іᥒ𝖿ᥲ𝗍ᥙᥲ𝗍ᥱძ!ᥡ᥆᥆ᥒgі, 𝗍ᥲkіᥒg ᥲძ᥎ᥲᥒ𝗍ᥲgᥱ, ᥎іrgіᥒ!rᥱᥲძᥱr, ძ᥆mіᥒᥲᥒ𝗍 ᥡ᥆᥆ᥒgі, 𝗍ᥲkіᥒg ᥎іrgіᥒі𝗍ᥡ, ⍴r᥆𝗍ᥱᥴ𝗍ᥱძ sᥱ᥊ (good job yoongi), innocent!rᥱᥲძᥱr, ᥆rᥲᥣ sᥱ᥊ (𝖿ᥱmᥲᥣᥱ rᥱᥴᥱі᥎іᥒg), ძ᥆ᥴ𝗍᥆r!ᥡ᥆᥆ᥒgі

Pairing: Fem! Reader x Yandere Min Yoongi

last time you were here, your tummy was upset and your nose sniffled every chance it got. you told yoongi how you felt with such an upset tone. "dr.min, i just don't want to be sick anymore. i don't like it." you pouted, your pink lips falling down so cutely. he remembered what you wore too. a nice little pink dress that reached your thighs with some white shoes that had long, white socks sticking out of them. your mother sat in the corner, explaining to him that you've been ill for weeks and that you were terrified at just the thought of walking through the hospital doors. you blushed at the comment, whining your mother's name for spilling too much information. he checked your temperature and other things as well, asked you some questions that your mother answered instead of you, annoying him in the process. what would it take to just hear your voice more. but other than that, you were such a sweet girl. that's why he gave you a strawberry flavored lollipop each time you visited. maybe it was the small sparkle in your eyes when you saw him pull out the sweet and the way you told him that you were very thankful. it's the same reason why yoongi has a gummy smile on his face when he saw your scheduled appointment. oh boy, he couldn't wait to see you.

the first thing he noticed as he walked in was your shoes neatly placed beside the hospital's chair; clearly standing out in plain room with white walls and no decor that could possibly illuminate like you did. you sat there, legs pressed together and hands under your legs with a gentle smile pressing on your face. "hi mr. min!" he laughed in return. you could never get the fact that it was dr. min. no matter the amount of time he and your mother told you. at the thought of your mother, he didn't see her. "where's your mother?" at his question your body slouched and you stared at your lap, "my mom told me to come on my own...that i'm a big girl." a pout on your lips as you told him.

whenever you came, it was a refreshing sight of life and a better day for him because all day he would stare at people who complained to him or coughed in his face and other monotonous doctors that had gray strands growing in their hair and wrinkles on their bodies. however, yoongi could always count on you to make him smile. "don't worry, this will be fast and fun!" he moved the strand of soft hair behind your ear and placed his hands on top of your lap, rubbing them, "let's start!" he wiggled his eyebrows making you giggle. he checked you and everything seemed to be normal. when he asked why you came, you explained to him that you had gotten a terrible flu and that you worried it could be something else as you kept on sneezing each second of the day. exaggerating was always a big part in your personality, yoongi found it hilarious.

yet, there was a stutter at his smile when he realized you didn't fake your illness to see him. but it was all alright, at least he could see you now and in a healthier state. "okay, well you're all better now. how are you?", he asked, well aware that it's his job to find out if his patients are healthy mentally as well,"anything happening at home?" his back facing you in order to type in his computer, prescribing a medicine to help you with your allergies. the ones that you said turn your face red, nose stuffy, throat itchy, and eyes all watery; that make you stay in bed. when yoongi heard a broken sob behind him, he's never looked so fast. he ran to be by your side, worried completely on your behalf. he caressed your face and pulled at your cheeks gently, whispering to you. "what's wrong honey?" you couldn't face him when you had this guilt building up on you. "d-dr. min, i l-lied to my mom", he nodded his head, suggesting that you should finish, "a-and to everyone else that i don't have a boyfriend." you finally cried out in frustration; big, fat tears falling down your face. "b-because i-i do!" yoongi couldn't believe what was coming out of your mouth. his mind not willing to grasp around the fact that you had someone that held you. that kissed your lips, held your hand, and cuddled you secretly. his mind trying to form another version to help him cope. it's true that every young person has someone before they find their true love. yet, sometimes the person they date from young ages are the ones where everything happens.

your heavy head finally looking up to see his reaction, his figure loomed over you and his dark eyes seemed distant as they stared at you. his gummy smile no longer there, just a pat on your head and he left your side. at least he tried, your hand quickly grasped his wrist and a whine escaped your lips along with a cry. "m-mr. min, please stay!" you grabbed his white coat, doing your best to prevent him from leaving the room. tears strayed form your eyes, your knees touching the cold floor as you continued to babbler nonsense. anything to make him stay and comfort you. he was the only one you could trust, you couldn't tell anyone else. your frustrations pausing when he turned around to look at you on the floor, "good girls don't do that (y/n). they don't lie like you did", his face said it all; how disgusted he was by your actions.

"b-but mr.min i'm not lying to yo-", his shoe smoothly touched your covered cunt. "stop talking." you whimpered at the contact and hugged his leg as a reflex. "you probably fool around with boys." you shook your head at his comment with small moans slipping out of your mouth as his foot pressed against your folds more. you close your eyes at the feeling of your stomach clenching. his eyes lusting at the sight beneath him. "a slut." he says as your eyes water. he could easily take off that tiny skirt you always wear and that buttoned up white shirt that's see through, giving him and everyone else the view of your bra and cleavage. sobs broke out of your mouth as you mumbled things he couldn't understand, all while pushing your cunt against his shoe. hiccups escaped your small mouth, delicious to yoongi's ears. he kneeled to be just above your head, "does it feel good?" his voice covered with curiosity to know how you felt, questions popping up in his head if you had ever made love with someone else. your voice timid, "i-it feels weird," as you spoke to him you fastened your hips. your fingers clawed the fabric of his pants. "describe it honey," yoongi removed the hairs sticking to your sweaty forehead, fascinated at what he was witnessing and hearing from you.

he never thought he would have this chance. a chance with you. you whispered how it made your princess part feel strange and hot. made you wanna go faster. he played with your hair like how his fingers traced the cream buttons to your shirt. yoongi's foot started bouncing up and down with you on it. your breath became ragged and yoongi smiled down at you, "go on little one, finish up." you moaned out, "mr. min i-i feel like i need to pee." your lips separated and cheeks all blushed. your sight covered with unknown, innocent lust. his fingertips undid five of the tiny buttons, cleavage fully exposed and bra straps slowly caressing your shoulders as they fell down. his long fingers landed on your thighs, rubbed them all the way until your skirt wasn't doing it's job on covering your pussy and your thighs. the scene in front of him taking his breath away: panties all drenched with your own needs, the fabric colliding your folds each time you inched forward and back to reach your high, and his leather shoe smeared with your wetness. the hold on his black pants tightened and a muffled scream, and that's when he saw it. your panty moved aside just in time for him to catch sight of your cum dripping out onto his shoe and the floor. folds covered with the sticky substance that made his mouth water and eyes all hazy from it.

yoongi noticed the change of pace, your head starting to lower and eyes fluttering. "what's wrong, little one?" his eyes dangerous, "did you like it?" he asked, this time fully taking off the blouse and bra. he almost couldn't hear the "mhm" from your throat. almost. it was a reassurance that yoongi could continue. "you wanna slip out of your skirt?" he helped you up on the examination table, ignoring the pain of the erection you caused. your dazed form so easy to carry and control. probably even easier to break. your small hands compared to his, pushed the patterned skirt down to the glossy floor. yoongi walked to the door and fully locked it. your big eyes watching him for his next move. a need you didn't know about creeped out of your tiny hole. you laid back, overwhelmed and in tears on why your hole keeps closing around nothing but fresh, cool air. why it felt so lonely and warm, hoping mr. min could fix it like he always does to help you get better from colds.

yoongi spreads your legs apart, giving him the sight of your panties and the valley of your tits. he fondled with them; his cold fingers tracing you silt with the material sticking to folds. he dips his face close and put your legs on his shoulders. his lips leaving a tiny peck on it. then a long lick in the center of your panty, where he could feel the puddle of cum sitting. he drags them off your legs and into the pocket of his white, laboratory coat. "mr. min, it bothers me!" you whine out and throw a mini tantrum at how long he was taking. he was gonna take it slow, but you could be such a brat sometimes. throwing a fuss when all he wanted to do was help, he needed to teach you why you have to be patient. something your mom missed to teach you and now he could. yoongi settled himself between your legs, a mess forming on the harsh, thin paper beneath the two of you. he shifts his fingers under your thighs and pulls your measly form to him. he makes sure your head is away from him. he tugs of every clothing that blocks his dick from meeting your hole until his bare shaft is out and hitting his abdomen. "spit," he demands as his hand closes in on your mouth. and once he has it, yoongi pumps his cock a few times with your saliva, rubbing it all round his cock. since you wanted to hurry up, now you're gonna feel the consequences of not waiting to get your hole stretched before.

yoongi groaned in sweetness as slid his cockhead on your slit, using all the wetness he can receive to spread it out. your nails break through the thin paper under you at the anticipation to get away from the feeling. "it might hurt a little," he pauses because yoongi knows he's lying to you. but it's too late to turn back now so he puts a condom on for protection. yoongi gently pushes the palm of his hand on your mouth and jerks his cock past your cum-covered folds, through that small hole of yours. his palm hides the painful scream you emit from his peers and the plump tears fall out all over again, coating the dry tears. "it's okay baby, dr.min is just gonna push the rest in." but before he does, he looks at you in the eyes, as if searching for something.

you don't realize what it is, all you know is how your jutting your hips towards yoongi even though the mushroom tip of his cock felt worse than a regular booboo. the way your cunt ached with heat and your hole kept swallowing nothing telling you to push down through the pain. your walls painfully molding around his cock. your hands attached themselves around his waist, fisting his lab coat. you whimper his name loudly as you roll your eyes till the back of your head. yoongi doesn't dare to move, not wanting to hurt you in the process of making love to you. instead, he whispers soft, gentle words to your ear. he caresses your arm until your elbow and back again. he connects both of your foreheads together, a gummy smile on his face that brings a smile to yours. "mr. min, why are you smiling?" you ask with curiosity in your tone, slowly forgetting about the pain between your legs. "cause you're so cute." he says in his casual tone, knowing that you don't notice the difference of how he talks to you compared to every other person who walks the ground of earth. your cluelessness to his lovesick eyes and small hints. your jaded eyes only seeing his lazy, brown orbs with nothing in it. and when yoongi starts moving his hips against yours, his stiff dick is submerged entirely into your sopping cunt.

his slacked mouth he breathes out a heavy groan at the feeling of your walls randomly contracting around him. the pleasure so unknown and foreign to you. not knowing why you felt so full when dr.min finally pushed against you. why your body reacted like this, but yoongi knew why your back arched. it was the dull ache of his cock resting inside of your tightened pussy. every single twitch of his cock intensifies a tensing of your own cunt, both of your bodies feeling high. his beautiful hair is messy on his head, and each time you looked down you see his muscles flexing as he holds you against his body when he pivots his pelvis into you.

he wishes he could be yours. even if he told you, you wouldn't understood. he's got all these secrets building up on him, all of them include you. he shouldn't be here with you; with your scent on him, wrapped around in your arms with your clothes on the floor. But he can't help that you've got him wrapped around your pretty finger, and that you don't even know the power you hold over him. "my pretty, little baby," he purrs into your ear. his warm breath hitting your ear shell causing a faint moan escaping your plump lips. in his mind, both of you are connected without a barrier, so he pushes himself as much as he can with the lasts of his few deep, rough thrusts. plunging himself as far as he can into your womb, thinking of how your cunt pulses around him heavenly and with that, his cum spurts on the condom. yoongi lifts your hips up while you arch your back as you milk his dick completely. your voice is filled with panic as you stutter, "i want to pee." your eyes make contact with his as your mouth opens to let out a loud moan from the luscious orgasm. your eyes closing shut at the eye contact, shy that you're peeing in front of yoongi again. you're leaking out all over, some of it goes to the floor.

yoongi's eyes twinkle at the sight of you. his mind taking a picture of you like this. you were too good for this world, too pure to walk around by yourself but he couldn't block you from it. he wasn't one to mess around with people's life, and he definitely wasn't going to mess with yours. it was your choice what you wanted to do, not his. no matter how his beating heart rang in his ears or how thoughts ran throughout his mind to shield you, to keep you locked up from everybody else. even that mom of yours who dared to send you to the doctor's office your own. anybody could've taken advantage of you. yet, in the end, he could never. you could decide what to do with your own life. so, at least for now, yoongi was just gonna watch you from faraway. but his heart betrays him because it continues to pester him on his desires on how he wishes he could be yours. and even if he told you, you wouldn't understood. he's got all these secrets building up on him, all of them about you, of how much he fucking loves you. he shouldn't be here with you; with your scent on him, wrapped around in your arms with your clothes on the floor.

yet he can't help that you've got him wrapped around your small finger, and that you don't even know the power you hold over him. "my pretty, little baby," he purrs into your ear. his warm breath hitting your ear shell causing a faint moan to slip out of your plump lips. such a small sound from you makes him go crazy. "i'll have you soon." he whispers more to himself than to you. yoongi pulls out and throws the used condom away, his hands sculpting you back up to perfection. the small buttons sliding through the holes, all the way up to the collar. your eyes dart all over the room, avoiding yoongi's eyes as you feel the wetness on your pussy lips.

your panty is sealed in his pocket, but you've already forgot about them, letting the cold breeze touch your cunt. you can feel the stickiness between your legs, your lip quivers and your eyes fill up with tears until you finally let them go. "yoongi", you weep, "i'm sorry that i peed~." your cheeks flourished with tears and blush at the embarrassment you felt coursing through you. "please don't tell anyone," you begged, a little scared in the inside. "it's okay, let's not tell anyone, pinky promise?" he said, sticking out his pinky finger. nodding your head, you took his finger into yours, noticing the height difference. your tiny hole squelching wetness out without knowing why. yoongi snickered as he watched your cunt get wet at anything. "you like this, don't you? i thought you were a good girl. but you like it when i put my fingers inside of you, especially when my cock splits your cute pussy lips apart. never knew you could be such a whore." you feel a shiver go up your spine and a gush of something out of your princess part when his fingers part your folds. the air flowing in causing you to moan out his name and hold on to his wrist. "because you were a good patient, you can ask me for anything you want." that's how you found yourself repeating after yoongi for him to ram his fingers inside you as a reward. each leg on his side with your skirt flipped upwards once again. warm forehead against the chilly wall, eyes rolled back. completely unaware that yoongi's phone was out, filming every second your cunt wrapping itself around almost his whole fist.

"i'll see you next time, can't wait!" yoongi gives you a gummy smile. "here, a strawberry lollipop." the lollipop pressing against the tip of your noise. your eyes shine at the sweet treat, pulling it out of his hand with grabby hands. skipping away from him after a mutter of goodbyes from you, enjoying the first time you've gone to the doctor alone.

"very soon." a grin on his face as he watches you walk away from him with one hand holding down your skirt. yoongi laughs in the inside at the realization of something. he makes his way to bathroom and secures himself into a stall digging into his pocket for a certain piece of fabric. when he draws it out, your panties are dangling on his finger pads. he snickers at the fact that you left unaware of your not having any underwear on and he's slightly envious that the cool air is touching your bare pussy. so careless of you that any breeze could flip that already short skirt of yours upwards. oh such a slut people would think you were, walking with your cunt unclothed. yoongi spends his time fondling with your panties, playing around with them, making them kiss his cock all around.

he knows he'll see you soon, and when that time comes, you'll be his too.

#bts yandere #tw yandere #yandere bts #yandere #obsessed #obsession #bangtan #bts #bts smut #innocent eyes #innocentgirl #min suga #min yoongi #bts fic #yandere x reader #yandere x darling #bts suga

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cuddlepilefics · 9 months ago

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Dreadful weather

Fandom: Ateez

Sickie: Seonghwa

Caregivers: San + Mingi

Prompt @domaystic

Seonghwa is feeling dreadfully under the weather.

No one’s POV.:

Seonghwa gave a stuffy sigh as he sat up in bed. He shouldn’t even be awake but the rain pattering against the window made it impossible for him to sleep. Weird. Usually, he found the noise soothing but right now, after laying awake for hours, it almost drove him up the walls. Why couldn’t he sleep? After spending the past couple of days in an allergic misery, Seonghwa had taken the strong antihistamines, which he usually avoided because they made him drowsy. He was already annoyed and frustrated thanks to the relentless itch in his sinuses and the irritated tears spilling from his eyes no matter how much he rubbed at them. Sure, he hadn’t gotten much sleep the previous night, the thick congestion making it tough to breathe. Sitting up on the edge of his bed helped a little his head still ached.

If it wasn’t pouring rain outside, Seonghwa would’ve considered heading over to Hongjoong’s dorm because he craved comfort but didn’t want San nor Mingi to see him in such pathetic state. He rested his head in his hands and gave a tired cough to clear his throat. The motion seemed to dislodge something, choking him. Seonghwa’s throat burned when he finally managed to stop coughing, tears of exhaustion trailing down his cheeks. Usually, his allergies didn’t leave him feeling as run down as he had all day but a week of bad, barely existing sleep certainly explained it. It were moments like this, that made him miss their old dorm so much. Having had Hongjoong as a roommate for so long, he knew the leader would soon be arriving home from the studio and back in the day, they’d still be able to chat for a bit but now. Now he had a room to himself, which was probably a blessing, considering how he had been tossing and turning all night. Not to mention the frequent sniffles and sneezes.

Giving up on sleep, Seonghwa got up and padded to the kitchen. Maybe a hot cup of tea would soothe his throat some or at least help clear his congestion. In reality, he only needed a task, something to take his mind off of his misery. What Seonghwa didn’t expect, was San rummaging through the kitchen cabinets in search of a late night snack. The younger froze at being caught red-handed and furrowed his brows when the expected scolding didn’t come. “Everything alright, hyung?”, the other frowned, watching Seonghwa turn on the kettle. The elder gave an uncertain hum as he dropped a teabag into his favorite cup. Chewing on his bottom lip in confusion, San muttered: “Tea in the middle of the night? What’s up?” – “Can’t sleep”, Seonghwa rasped, his speech slightly slurred, “This fucking rain keeps hitting my window and it’s so annoying.” - “Headphones?”, the younger offered, remembering that his hyung had taken his stronger meds and was most definitely not supposed to be awake right now. Pouring the hot water over his teabag, Seonghwa mumbled: “They’re not doin’ anything. ‘m still as itchy a’d stuffed up.” – “Weird”, San hummed, scratching the back of his head, “Are you sure it’s allergies then? You’ve also been coughing a lot. It really seems to have gone straight to your chest though it usually affects mainly your eyes and nose.”

Seonghwa was stunned. He hadn’t expected San to be this observant. “I dunno”, the eldest muttered, massaging his throat. His dongsaeng did have a point but he didn’t really have the time to be sick right now. They had tight schedules and him catching a cold would be more than inconvenient, so as long as he wasn’t running a high fever that would prove him otherwise, he’d convince himself that his symptoms were brought on by allergies, like they always were around this time of the year. Inhaling the steam from the cup, Seonghwa sniffled: “You should go back to bed, Sannie.” – “So should you, hyung. Maybe take your temperature first ‘cause you shouldn’t look this sick after taking those allergy meds”, San urged, patting his hyung on the shoulder, “You could take some flu meds if you have a fever and might even be able to get some sleep then.”

Though he brushed his dongsaeng’s concerns off, Seonghwa did take his temperature, which made his resolve crumble. It seemed San had been right and it was no surprise that the antihistamines hadn’t made him feel better. Downing a pill for the fever, Seonghwa ran a washcloth under cold water and took it back to his room. He settled back in bed and put in his earphones to drown out the noise of rain still pattering against his window before draping the cold washcloth over his forehead and closing his eyes. It did soothe the headache a little but he still felt awfully lonely. No, he didn’t need anyone to take care of him but knowing somebody was close by always felt comforting. Sure, he knew that San and Mingi were just down the hallway and would probably come if he called them but he never liked burdening his dongsaengs. The only exception was Hongjoong because they were born in the same year but Seonghwa also didn’t want to force the leader to leave his dorm and make the walk over in this dreadful weather.

Though the cold washcloth helped, Seonghwa still felt restless and only managed to doze off for a couple of minutes at a time. While the tea had been nice on his throat, it didn’t lessen the itch in the slightest. The bothersome urge to cough ruining his attempts at sleeping. At some point, there was a knock at the door and Seonghwa blearily looked up, fully expecting San coming to check whether his suspicion had been correct but no. “Are you okay, hyung?”, Mingi hummed. His voice was thick with sleep and came out huskier than usual. Seonghwa felt a jab of guilt, figuring he had woken the rapper with all of his coughing. Taking a seat on the edge of his hyung’s bed, Mingi mumbled: “I got you some water. Are you really sure those are just allergies? Your cough sounds bad.” – “Thanks, Mingi-yah”, the older rasped. He propped himself up on his elbow and accepted the drink.

Once Seonghwa had sipped about half of it, his voice was starting to return and he admitted: “’s not allergies. Got a fever too.” Placing the glass onto the nightstand, he sat up against the headboard, so he could talk to Mingi on eye level. “The strong antihistamines weren’t working, so Sannie told me to take my temperature”, he sniffled, rubbing at his face, “Should’ve known it wasn’t allergies. My throat does get itchy, yeah, but never like this.” – “You already took medicine?”, Mingi asked softly, switching on the reading lamp to get a proper look at Seonghwa, who hissed and shielded his eyes from the lamp. The older gave an exhausted nod before dropping his head back against the wall. Unsure of how else to help, Mingi hummed: “Does Hongjoong-hyung already know you’re sick?” Seonghwa shook his head and mumbled: “Was gonna call him in the morning. Didn’t want to wake him in case he’s sleeping for once.” Knowing their leader preferred to make his own judgement, he would probably come over right away to assess how bad it was because he didn’t trust his only hyung to not downplay his symptoms. “Besides, he’d probably come over and I don’t want him being out in this dreadful weather”, Seonghwa added.

“Do you need anything?”, Mingi asked, desperate to help. Seonghwa always took care of them, so he obviously deserved the same but how? Glancing at the rapper with barely concealed frustration, the older muttered: “Aside from sleep? No.” – “Oh, I’m sorry”, Mingi gasped, sheepishly scratching his neck, “I- I’ll leave. Good night, hyung.” He was already getting up when Seonghwa realized how his words had been taken and rasped: “Tha’s not how I meant it.” He didn’t want his dongsaeng to leave, although he knew that it would be for the best to contain the spread of his cold but he had finally not been lonely anymore. “I can’t sleep”, Seonghwa tried his best to explain, desperation evident in his voice, “I’m so freaking tired but I can’t. The antihistamines did work, they are making me drowsy as hell but not enough to actually fall asleep.” – “Hm, if you’ve been trying for hours with no success, how about we distract you?”, Mingi offered, “Just laying here and waiting for the morning will only leave you more exhausted and frustrated. We could watch a movie if you want.”

Though feeling incredibly guilty for keeping his dongsaeng up, Seonghwa let himself be talked into hanging out in the living room. He had bundled up in two blankets because he still felt a little chilled despite the fever reducers he took and now waited for Mingi to get settled too. The rapper turned on the TV and smiled: “Should we catch up on that drama you like so much?” – “Won’t it be boring for you to watch the episodes out of context?”, Seonghwa frowned but his dongsaeng just shrugged. “I don’t mind”, he said truthfully. He’d probably fall asleep pretty quickly and miss the plot anyway but he didn’t want his hyung to know how tired he secretly was.

“Movie night?”, San yawned as he shuffled to the living room. The commotion had woken him and he wanted to check what his dorm mates were up to. Looking up, Mingi hummed in confirmation and explained: “Insomnia.” He didn’t want to give too much details that Seonghwa might not be willing to give. More worried now that he realized Seonghwa still wasn’t able to sleep, San frowned: “Hyung, did you take your temperature?” – “Mhm”, the eldest hummed hoarsely but he didn’t elaborate, so San pressed: “Was I right?” – “Mhm”, Seonghwa nodded miserably. The younger sat down with a sigh and brushed the back of his hand against his hyung’s forehead to see just how bad it was. “Oh”, San muttered, “Yeah, no wonder you feel so restless, hyung.” – “Hoped ‘twas jus’ allergies”, the eldest slurred, rubbing his knuckles against the side of his nose. Running his fingers through his hyung’s hair, Mingi shushed: “Nothing we can do about it now, so we might as well make the best of it and enjoy movie night.” San agreed, so Seonghwa had little choice but to tolerate their company because he knew his dongsaengs wouldn’t heed his warnings of contagion. Maybe that wasn’t so bad though. Relaxing between San and Mingi, Seonghwa allowed himself to be egoistic and soak up his friends’ affection for once. He probably wouldn’t have found the courage to ask for someone to keep him company, no matter how much he craved it, so he truly appreciated how San and Mingi had taken that decision from him. He was cozy now, feeling warm between his dongsaengs, his favorite drama playing, drowning out the rain.

#ateez #atiny #fluff #fanfiction #sickfic #sick #comfort #fanfic #snz #domaystic2024

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bigsnzstanacct · 2 years ago

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Oooo you’ve been busy today! I adore your fics, especially the desperate buildups. Could you maybe write a guy who’s just mortified by his big sneezes and he’s trying so hard to hold back and muffle the force and finally he can’t hold back any longer and he’s super embarrassed?

Thank you!! And hmmmm… right now I’m only doing shorter fic-lets and image posts but let me see if I can fit that scenario into an image post…

“Oh.” I said, stumbling in on him as he quickly grabbed the hat out of his hand to hold in front of his, ahem, private parts. “I’m so sorry, I’ll go I just…“ I spun on my heel once to leave and then, remembering this was, after all, my house that my (very attractive) acquaintance was naked in, while the rest of the guests were out enjoying the pool and the garden, I spun back on my heel again to ask, “wait but uh… what are you… why are you…”

“Oh my god I’m so sorry!” He exclaimed, eyes almost shining—had he been crying? “I just… I had to get in-inside, um… them tr-trees you got out there… uh… snf!” He spoke haltingly, a smooth Southern accent creeping into his tone. I knew he was from the South, somewhere pretty country if memory served but I’d never heard his accent come out so strongly before. They’re p-pollinating and it was startin’ to set off my a-aller…” he stopped at that word, and his hand flew up to his nose… the hand that just so happened to be holding his cowboy hat. Now he stood, fully exposed, obviously mortified and yet… he didn’t seem focused on his (generous) exposure at all. He seemed focused on his… nose?

“Oh god… n-not now… d-don’t embarrass me like this!” He cursed at… himself?

“Wait, who’s embarrassing… what?”

He tried to answer my question, though his attention seemed torn, “No it’s just… my allergies… thahhhh… that tree I… and I was c-covered in the pollen and I’ve been h-holding back this whole party and you’re so cute I didn’t want to leehhhh… leeeahhHHHHH… l-leave…”

Wait? I was… what? And he was… what? And why was there suddenly a breeze indoors…? Had I left the patio doors open or…?

He scrubbed viciously at his nose, pinched it and rubbed it, muttering under his breath, like he was pleading with it. “Cmon… cmon… I took my clothes off, the pollen’s not on me, why’re you still d-doing thiihhh… fuck… t-tickles so bahhh… bad…” After a moment he seemed to hold his breath and then his countenance cleared, his face, previously an itchy rictus of sternutatory urge smoothed.

“I’m sorry I… I gotta get outta here, it was just… that pollen was gettin’ to me so bad and I started to give in and I barely managed to stifle it back and I was still so damn loud, nearly blew my face off…”

Wait was that… was that explosion-like sound that had prompted me to come back into the house… was that…

“That was a sneeze?!”

“Aw, fuck, p-please d-don’t… d-don’t say it, just makes me h-hafta… haftaaaaahhHHHHH… hhhooohboy… g-gonna… gonna be a d-doozy…” Again, his eyes—wet, I realized, with allergic rather than emotional tears—began to drift closed, his nose bucking like a bronco as he tried to wrestle it down with both hands now, naked in my kitchen in what seemed to be a life or death struggle not to… sneeze?

“But what’s the big deal about sneezing I don’t understand—“

“You don’t underst-stand! L-look I gotta get outta here, do you have some c-clothes I wear, a c-coat, anything, mine were just c-covered in that danged p-pollen and I… I don’t think… I c-can’t hold it b-back much longer…!”

“I mean I can get you a coat but you know you can sneeze in my house… it’s not a big deal…”

“Please! Just help me gehhhhh… get outta h-hehhHHHH… outta here I… I can’t… oh god…”

I was confused as hell but he was so insistent I did as I was asked, hurrying to the coat closet, brushing against him—I wasn’t trying to cop a feel, I swear!—as I hurried to the closet. But just as I went past him…

“Oh no… oh no! You’re c-cuhhhHHHH… c-covered in it… I can’t… I c-caaaahHHHHHHHHH… I…” His brows were desperately knotted, his whole face seemingly opening and going back and back and back even as his head went back and back and his shoulders seemed to expand and his chest seemed to expand and then… a picture was pulled from the wall, a chair toppled and I realized—oh shit.

I turned on my heel for the third time. He was clearly about to give in and if this sneeze was going to be as big a deal as he was making it out to be, he definitely couldn’t sneeze the way he was pointing now, out towards the party full of people and the glass windows that would surely shatter. But if he spun around at this point he’d blast me point blank. So I had to get in front of him, spin him around…

“Okay buddy, just give me a few more seconds on that… whatever’s happening.”

“I ggaaaaaAAAAAHHHHHHHH… I g-GOTTA! HhehehHHHHHHHH… HHEEEEEEEEEEEEHHHHHHHHHHH…”

I managed to race back around, get him pointed the right way—albeit towards the rest of my house, which if the breeze so far was any indication would need some major renovations when this was said and done—and knowing that being so close to my pollen-dusted clothes couldn’t be helping him, I told him to let go.

“It’s okay man, let it go. Fire at will!” I joked, doing my best to make light of an unexpectedly dramatic situation. And fire he did.

“HHHHHHHHHHHHHHEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRCCCCCHHHHHHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!”

He exploded. Like a bomb, like a volcano, like a… like a wind volcano bomb hurricane thing, it was ridiculous, it blasted through my house, exploded the front door right off its hinges, sent photos and decorations and furniture flying. I was glad the house was built so sturdy, or I’d be worried for the structural integrity of the whole building. Eventually the eruption died down. And as he sat there panting, I figured I’d better get this very attractive, very naked man somewhere where the attention he’d just drawn to himself would be less mortifying.

I quickly shucked my own clothes down to my undergarments as I herded him into my bedroom, which was miraculously intact, aside from a few holes in the drywall that must’ve been caused by just the backdraft of his eruption. And all the while he was ceaselessly, miserably, desperately apologizing.

“Oh god… oh god… oh god ‘m so sorry, I woulda never come if I’d known I’da got set off like that, oh please forgive me, I tried so hard.”

At last I got him into my bedroom, hoping that as few people as possible saw us both shuffling off half naked.

“Hey dude, dude it’s okay, whatever that was I don’t think you could control it. I’m pretty sure I’m insured for freak weather events and acts of god and whatever I just saw it was one or the other so…”

He was standing there, crying, tears leaking down his face—now definitely of the emotional variety. I sat him down on my bed, and wrapped an arm around him—as much as I could, his frame was massive.

“Damn allergies, I just can’t… I can’t control ‘em, I always try but my nose…!”

“Aw, there there.” Was all I could say, or at least all I should say, but my mouth proved as uncontrollable as his nose, “listen I don’t love the circumstances but anything that involves a beautiful naked man in my bedroom can’t be all ba—“ I squeaked as my brain caught up to my mouth, but maybe it was the right thing to say after all, as he chuckled softly.

“I uh… I can’t say I didn’t have a little hope for a situation like this myself just… without my damn nose ruining everything again. I’m so sorry, anything I can do to help put things right it’s just… my whole family’s like this nobody knows why it’s this damn cursed sneezin’ and I got it worst of all but I’m still the dummy who said I had to go into the city, live a life, not let myself be defined by my sneezes. Now look. I shoulda just stayed out on the farm where all I could hurt was the trees.”

“Hey, we’ll figure it out, okay? Speaking of which… no tickle left in that nose of yours, is there? No more gunpowder to set off the cannon?”

He sniffed experimentally. “I think I’m good. At least for now. I can’t go back out there though, not after what I did, and that tree…”

“You just stay here. I think the party’s over—and that’s fine,” I hastened to add, as he looked stricken and miserable again. “I’ll start looking at cleanup, get everybody out… feel free to grab some clothes out of the closet over there, unless you just wanna stay how you are, I gotta be honest I have no complaints about that… sorry, sorry forget I said that wow look at me babbling… anyway uh… clothes.” I said, ineffectually pointing towards the closet. “I‘ll just be going!” I said, looking anywhere but at him, after I’d embarrassed myself so absolutely. But I couldn’t help but turn around and take one last look…

And I was surprised to see him smiling. “You’re funny. And I meant what I said; you’re very cute. And you’ve been… ridiculously nice about this, I mean I just blew up half your house, I’m sure you’ll hate me once you come to your senses I—“

“Hey! Enough of that!” I said, “one thing you’ll quickly learn about me, I never come to my senses. And like I said, you couldn’t control it. And you clearly tried your best.” I surprised even myself with how cool I was about the whole situation. I mean it was gonna be a huge headache eventually but… for the moment I didn’t mind. “Now, clothes for you, guests for me.” I said with a smile, finally heading towards the door.

And then I froze. And spun on my heel one last time. “But wait! Stay far far FAR away from the fragrance drawer!”

I was rewarded with a watery chuckle. “Will do, absolutely will do.”

#snz #image post #LONG image post lol #giant!sneeze

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i-am-bitterly-jittery · 3 years ago

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Support System

A sequel piece to Medicated (I would suggest reading that first)

Word Count: 1572

Rating: Gen

Paring: platonic DLAMPR

Warnings: talk of anxiety disorders and anxiety medication, oh and Remus falls down the stairs on purpose

No angst, only fluff.

Stop using Virgil angst to demonize anxiety medication (or any medication) 2k22

~~~START~~~

Virgil had been distant recently. Patton couldn’t blame him, of course, Thomas starting on anxiety meds must have been hard on him; but that was all the more reason to reach out, to make sure his kiddo knew that he — that everyone — was here for him.

Patton knocked on Virgil’s door just after lunch — Virgil had declined coming to breakfast and lunch when Patton had tried earlier, but he was hopeful this time. After a minute without a reply, he knocked again. He was about to knock a third time when the door opened a couple of inches. Virgil peered out through the opening.

“Hi kiddo!” Patton greeted brightly; this was the first time Virgil had opened the door today, it was a good sign.

“Hey, Pat,” Virgil responded, his eyes flickering searchingly around both Patton and the hallway. Patton would be worried, but Virgil actually looked well rested — maybe the anxiety meds were finally kicking in. “Did you want something?”

“I wanted to remind you about movie night tonight! And, if you’d like to, Logan and I were about to start on a puzzle and we’d love for you to join us.”

Virgil hesitated. “Um, maybe. Uh, Patton?” He asked, visibly amping himself up for whatever he was about to ask. “What, um, how…”

Patton waited patiently for Virgil to collect his thoughts. He could wait as long as his dark strange son needed — besides, Logan could start the puzzle without him.

“You’re allergic to cats?” Virgil finally managed.

Patton titled his head. That wasn’t exactly the question he’d been expecting — and he suspected it wasn’t even the one Virgil meant to ask.

“I am,” he confirmed, waiting for Virgil to ask the rest.

“How badly? Like, could you, um, does it hurt?”

“Oh, well it wouldn’t kill me or anything, but my eyes get all red and itchy, and my throat gets itchy and I start coughing, and my nose gets runny,” Patton thought for a moment before adding “and my skin itches wherever they touch me.”

“Oh,” Virgil didn’t seem to like that answer, shrinking in on himself slightly.

“Why do you ask?”

“Um…” Virgil knelt down and grabbed something off the floor that Patton couldn’t make out before he was straightening up and opening the door wider. He held up a black mass, keeping it a safe distance from Patton.

Patton stared at the mass. Wide green eyes stared back.

The eyes blinked.

“Is that… a kitty!” Patton squealed, using all his self-control to keep from jumping up and down or making any other movements that might be startling to the small animal.

“Mew,” the cat responded, seemingly content to be held out like Simba.

“Yeah,” Virgil answered, bringing the cat back to hold it against his chest. “This is Prozzy, she, uh, I think she came from the meds.”

“Really? Hello, Prozzy,” Patton whispered, reaching his hand out for the cat to sniff, once she headbutted it, he started scratching at her ears. “Are you here to help Virgil with his anxiety?”

“Pat!” Virgil hissed urgently. “Your allergies!”

“Aww, I’ll be okay, kiddo. Besides, she feels different — not so itchy.” It was true, Prozzy was soft, and the only tingling sensation in his fingers came from her steady purrs. “So, I take it that the meds are working?”

“Yeah,” Virgil smiled that soft, somewhat dopey smile that he only ever got when he was really happy.

“I’m glad. Would you like to puzzle with me and Logan? You can bring Prozzy.”

“Sure.”

Logan was in the middle of sorting the puzzle pieces into piles (edges, blues, greens, reds, visible patterns, whites, etc.) when Patton entered the common room with Virgil. He was relieved that Patton had managed to get Virgil to come out of his room as Logan wanted to monitor his behavior — after all, if the meds didn’t seem to be helping Virgil, then Thomas might want to speak to his therapist about changing either the dosage or the prescription — he didn’t look up from his task, though; he was almost done.

What really caught his attention was something batting at his shoelaces beneath the table. He tore his attention away from his task and peered under the table curiously.

He found a small black cat using his shoelaces as a toy.

“That’s Prozzy,” Virgil explained before he could ask. “She chases away the bad thoughts.”

“Ah,” Logan responded. It wasn’t quite a full answer, but it did explain who the cat belonged to. “She is attacking my shoelaces.”

“Your shoelaces have bad vibes,” Virgil answered matter-of-factly.

Logan blinked. ‘Vibes’? He was pretty sure he had a vocab card for that. He pulled the stack of cards out of his pocket as Virgil and Patton both took seats at the table, Prozzy got bored of Logan shoes and jumped into Virgil’s lap instead.

Ah, here it is. ‘Vibes • /vībz/ • informal • : a distinctive feeling or quality capable of being sensed’. My shoelaces have a bad feeling? Wait, I think I have a vocab card for that too.

“Thank you, I stole them from the President,” Logan finally responded, holding up the second vocab card to punctuate his point.

Virgil let out a snort — which he didn’t think was the appropriate reaction, but he could be wrong — while Patton let out a horrified gasp.

“Logan!” He scolded in full morality-dad-mode. “Why would you steal Joe Biden’s shoelaces?”

Logan blinked a second time and glanced at the card. “I may be mistaken,” he said slowly. “But I believe that the intention is that I stole shoelaces from Barack Obama, though I am not entirely certain, nor do I know why I would want to imply that I did such a thing when I did not.”

Virgil was having a full-blown giggle fit by now, and while Logan still wasn’t quite sure why, he was relieved that Virgil’s demeanor seemed to be positive. Hopefully the medication was doing its job in helping both Thomas and Virgil maintain a calmer, healthier state of mind.

They managed to finish a good 2/3rds of the puzzle by the time the others began trickling in for dinner.

Remus entered first, falling purposefully down the stairs in a way that likely would have caused death if a real person had done it. He hopped up from the prone position he’d landed in and froze, his eyes fixated on the Prozzy.

“KITTY!” He shrieked loudly, causing Patton, Virgil, and the cat to jump. He took a running start before falling to his knees and sliding the rest of the way to Virgil’s chair. “Can I pet her?”

Virgil, who’d taken the more defensive position of standing on his chair and holding Prozzy close to his chest out of Remus’s reach, thought for a moment.

“Okay,” he decided, carefully lowering himself and the cat back into the chair. “But you have to promise not to hurt her!”

“I won’t,” Remus promised seriously before he reached out to gently pat the kitty’s head. “Hello, pretty. Are you a good kitty kitty? Cutie kitty kitty.”

Prozzy began to purr and the Duke’s tentacles appeared out of excitement. He wrapped them around the table and chair legs to keep them from being too unruly. He even wrapped one around Virgil’s leg by accident, but for once, the Anxious Side didn’t seem to mind.

“So soft,” he continued. “I want to bury my face in your fur until I suffocate and die.”

“Please don’t,” Patton whimpered.

“I didn’t hear something about a cat,” Janus drawled, rising up in the doorway to the kitchen. “It definitely sounds like a good idea to have one running about with Patton around.”

“Aww I’m fine kiddo!” Patton smiled. “Medication cats are hyperallergic, apparently.”

“Hypoallergenic,” Logan corrected as his brain caught up with the rest of Patton's words. “Wait, ‘medication cat’?”

“Yeah, I think she’s kinda the manifestation of Thomas’s anxiety meds,” Virgil explained as Janus’s curiosity drove him closer.

“Fascinating. I would not have predicted this, though in hindsight–”

“Your Prince has arrived!” Roman declared, rising up in his usual place by the TV.

“Roman!” Patton greeted.

Remus detached two tentacles from Virgil’s chair, one to wrap around Janus’s leg and one to wrap around Roman’s.

“Leech,” Roman commented lightly, lacking any venom or annoyance.

“As I was saying,” Logan cleared his throat. “In a way, it makes sense that Thomas’s medication would manifest in the Mindpalace as an emotional support animal for Virgil. I can’t believe I didn’t think of it before.” He added mostly to himself.

“It does?” Virgil asked curiously.

“Of course. There are many ways to treat an anxiety disorder; two of the major treatments that Thomas utilizes are seeking professional help, and taking medication. Neither of these options are viable to Virgil, as one of Thomas’s personified personality traits, so the Mindpalace turned Thomas’s methods into a third one that is easier to conceptualize: an emotional support animal. Prozzy is a visual representation of the effectiveness of Thomas’s treatments.”

“You named your cat after Thomas’s meds?” Roman asked.

“If you’re gonna judge then you’re not gonna get to pet her,” Virgil snipped.

“Noooo!” Roman whined, draping himself over Virgil’s chair to scratch at Prozzy’s ears.

“I’m so glad the meds are helping, kiddo!”

“Yeah,” Virgil smiled. Prozzy placed her front paw on Virgil’s chest and butted her head on the underside of his chin. “Me too.”

~~~END~~~

Shoutout to @cephy-the-squid for suggesting the name Prozzy (short for Prozac) for Virgil’s ESA. I am absolutely going to change the cat’s name every time I use her (speaking of which here’s another one of my fics with Virgil having an ESA, it’s Anxceit)

If you give Virgil an ESA pls tag me I want to see it 🐶💜🐱

General taglist:

@royalty-of-all-things-snuggly @pixelated-pineapple @knight-shives

#sanders sides #ts sanders sides #virgil sanders #patton sanders #logan sanders #remus sanders #janus sanders #roman sanders #drlamp #dlampr #platonic DLAMPR #thursday writes #my writing #sanders sides fanfiction

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chokiipng · 4 years ago

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Hay fever : Genshin various

a/n : suffering from seasonal allergies isn't fun . so instead of trying to do school work, i'm gonna write hcs to make myself feel better

character(s) : Xiao, Diluc, Kaeya, Albedo, Childe contents : fluff with a bit of crack (my specialty) + : reader has really bad seasonal allergies

Xiao :

he doesn't really understand tbh

he plays it off as a common cold at first and entrusts you with Verr, much to her annoyance. he didn't realize the true severity of the situation until a week had passed.

he's heard of seasonal allergies before, so it's not like he was entirely clueless, he just didn't know how to go about treating it.

because of this, he turned into a big ball of concern for the entirety of spring

he asked everyone he could for help, even that ginger haired harbinger (to which he had no clue since he basically lives on an iceberg)

this also happened to peek Zhongli's interest, who then took him to Bubu pharmacy to learn more. it took Xiao about 5 different interrogations to actually visit Bubu, he cursed himself internally for not checking there in the first place

of course, Baizhu laughed it off and informed the both of them on how allergies work, how they're triggered, and how to prevent/soothe them

if you sneezed/sniffled, he was immediately by your side with a tissue and some water. itchy eyes, he had a small bottle of eyedrops for you courtesy of Dr. Baizhu and Qiqi

it was amusing to say the least, watching a feared Yaksha running around frantically in order to soothe your allergies

of course, he soon picked up that it was because you went outside every goddamn day to complete commissions and to pick flowers for who knows who (Qiqi, you often found yourself picking herbs with her because who could say no to that face?)

he legit locked you in your room at Wangshuu Inn and did your commissions for you. he didn't want you in any pain, so he stayed with you when he finished all of his tasks

he didn't isolate you though, but if he takes you out he makes sure you take your allergy medicine (given by Qiqi, ty bby) and that you have a mask on

Diluc :

he never really experienced hay fever, but he knows the gist of it

he's heard stories of it from customers of the Angel's Share and was immensely grateful to the Archons for blessing him with immunity to seasonal allergies

but he wasn't prepared to catch you practically sneezing your guts out one morning

Diluc drops everything, much to Adelinde's horror, and orders for a box of tissues and water immediately. he whips out the blankets from under the couch that he knew you hid and props you on some pillows he fluffed in a panicked rush

the maids watch with a nervous chuckle as he runs around the mansion, completely forgetting about his shift at the Angel's Share and his nightly heroic duties

as soon as he calms down from the initial shock of how hard allergies hit you, he asks you how your feeling and if he can do anything

the next day he asks Donna (who stutters at his mere presence), who mind you is an employee at the Floral Whisper, since Flora isn't there herself about hay fever. he figured that people who worked at a flower shop would know about allergies caused by the pollen produced by flowers

he brings back medicine that you've been instructed to take daily as to lessen the affects of your allergies

despite his day duties, he offers to take up your daily commissions during the days you are physically unable to do them or just does them of his own volition

he trusts that the maids will take care of you in his stead

in the mean time, you're allowed to roam the city as you wish, but that's about it. he threatened Lawrence and Swan that they would feel the wrath of retribution if you stepped foot outside the city

Mondstadt was a land of eternal springtime, there was no way in hell he was letting you out of the city without his supervision

while all of this may be a bit much, he makes sure to let you know that this is just him caring for you. he doesn't want to seem overbearing and trusts that you know what's happening to your body and how to treat it

Kaeya :

he laughs at your demise

what did you expect ?

but he really is worrying on the inside

he makes sure to check in with Barbara just to make sure that you're not suffering from a lethal disease

once he knows that they're just seasonal allergies, (almost) all his worries subside and he sighs of relief

he notifies Jean beforehand (but sometimes forgets), he works considerably less during the time of your allergies since he doesn't really trust anyone else to take care of you

he also doesn't drink as much, surprising, he knows

he refrains from bringing you flowers as he usually does and instead spoils you with unnecessary affection

Kaeya doesn't worry as much since he puts faith in you that you know what's going on in your body. since they're seasonal allergies, he realizes that you must've gone through this before and know how to treat it

since you can't really cure it, you just act more cautious in the outdoors

he often accompanies you on your daily commissions and such, just to be sure that your okay. he takes over the moment you pause to sneeze or itch your nose even once

aside from this, he's the other reason why your allergies are unbearable

once they're all done and over, he teases you relentlessly about how reliant you were on him when in reality it was him doing your tasks of his own volition rather than you asking him. you told him several times that you could handle it, but he persisted nonetheless

he's more reasonable during your hay fever, and despite his unnecessary comments, you find it endearing

Albedo :

he is among the few men who are actually calm during the situation, but since when is he not?

he probably already has a remedy for you that greatly lessens the affect of your allergies

but even without it, he trusts that you know how to handle it

the only factor in here that would cause chaos-

is Klee

once Klee hears you sneeze all hell breaks loose in Albedo's workspace

she runs around everywhere looking for tissues and then ends up bringing Mondstadt's entire supply, which you and Albedo laugh nervously at

once Klee calms down, you explain the bare minimum of hay fever, which she manages to understand

while he has faith that you can treat it yourself, Albedo still recommends that you stay inside more rather than going out exploring and looking for chests, to which you sheepishly comply

Jean cannot thank you enough when it comes to Klee's behavior during this season, as Klee tends to spend more time at home with you and Albedo once you finish your commissions so that "you don't feel lonely!"

she even drew you a picture to show how much she cared!

if you can't sleep at night because of your allergies, Albedo (who is probably still up working) will gladly allow you to indulge in his studies or to just simply read with you until you fall asleep

he too is also happy that you managed to tame Klee

Childe :

this man has no idea what the fuck hay fever is

need I remind you that he grew up in the land of perpetual winter, hay fever doesn't even exist to him. unlike everyone else, he hasn't even heard of the concept

so when you hold a finger up during your weekly sparring, he pauses with a curious tilt of his head

he screams in horror as you sneeze out all of your bodily fluids not once, not twice, but three times

Childe calls off the spar and cradles you in your arms as if you're about to die

it's until he rushes you to Baizhu in a panicked frenzy that he realizes that its...a fever?

now Baizhu is a patient man, he had to raise a zombie child who basically loses her memory each time she wakes up and wields a sword/cryo abilities

but he was getting tired of Childe's endless questions quick.

Childe shrieks as the normally passive pharmacist slams his hands down on the counter with a sickeningly sweet smile

he ceases in his questions, apologizes for bothering him, and races back to the Northland Bank in a cold sweat

it takes you explaining it in a calm voice for him to finally understand it

and he takes this very seriously

while he knows that it's seasonal and that you've gone through it before, he can't help but worry for you

he coddles you, and he doesn't relent even if you tell him

he slaps a mask on you, takes away your fighting privileges, and even order his subordinates to keep an eye on you at all times

that is if he's not already

he clings

he's attached to you

he just wants you to feel better, and you appreciate it, but it can get a little too much sometimes

and while you do tell him this, the same situation happens every year when spring comes around and there's nothing you can do to stop it. Baizhu can't catch a break from the rowdy harbinger

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oneshotnewbie · 4 years ago

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Baby Danvers x Danvers Sisters: B!D developed hay fever and her sisters are there to help her deal with it and cheer her up, please?

* Sneeze * * Sneeze * * Sneeze *

Alex looked questioningly in the direction of the closed door before she turned in her bar stool to Kara, who was standing in front of the stove and was trying to prepare breakfast for you. "Is she sick?"

"I don't know, she was fine yesterday." the blonde pointed out before she put the kitchen utensils out of her hand, wiped her hands and walked with Alex to your room.

With a knock on your door, they made themselves noticeable and you let them enter with a scratchy and thick 'come in'. They were slightly shocked at your condition, which had apparently crept in overnight; your nose was red like a cherry tomato, your eyes were watery and swollen, and your voice sounded like a circular saw.

"What the hell happened to you?" asked Kara worriedly as she dropped down next to you and turned your face closer to her to get a better look while the redhead put her hand on your forehead. "You don't have a fever."

"But a headache as if a sparrow had been trying to pick my head off all night."

"She can't be sick when she utters such sentences." snorted the eldest and looked at you too while desperately trying to figure out what was going on. "Does anything hurt?"

* Sneeze * * Sneeze * * Sneeze *

"No, but those itchy eyes make me crazy!" you spat out angry and clenched your hands into fists to scratch your eyes. "And that runny nose makes me sick in the brain."

"Did you have itchy eyes before or did you sneeze when you were outside?" Kara involved herself and put her glasses back in the right place with her index finger.

She bit her lip and squeezed her eyes shut; she had an idea.

"Every now and then, I didn't think anything about it. It happens every year at the same time to be honest, but actually always mild to not at all that strong." you answered the question and sniffed once while you started to cough to soothe your sore throat.

* Sneeze * * Sneeze * * Sneeze *

"Hay fever." was the only thing before the redhead got up and disappeared back into the rest of the apartment. Less than two minutes later in which Kara googled some home remedies for your allergy and laying next to you, Alex came to your room door and stopped there.

She had her jacket and shoes on, her house and car keys already in her hand. "I will drive to the drugstore and pharmacy to look after a few things that might help. Otherwise we have to go to the doctor and get you prescription anti-allergy sufferers."

While Alex disappeared, you and Kara stayed behind and you threw yourself back in your pillow in annoyance. "Why me? Life is hard enough, who invented something like allergies? Does God want to punish us for something?"

The blonde laughed into her cell phone and gave you a questioning look. Her free hand went to your thigh and she pushed you back and forth before shaking her head.

"What?" you asked, studying her face. It was amused, her smile crossed both lips and her good mood made you sigh. "It feels like I am dying!"

She ignored your stupid remark and put her phone down to get up. She walked quickly into the kitchen and you heard how some pots and other things were flying around before she called you into the kitchen a few minutes after.

From there, you had to sit on the bar stool and hold your head over a bowl of steaming hot water while she draped a towel over the back of your head to trap the heat. The water, infused with peppermint oil, stung your nose.

"Peppermint oil should make it easier for you to breathe deeply and it has an expectorant effect. When you are done with it, you lie down on the couch and get warm chamomile tea bags on your eyes so that the itching stops."

You pulled your head out from under the towel and looked at her already slightly sweaty. "Has anyone actually already told you that you are my hero?"

"Yes, you. Every time I save your ass." she laughed and pulled the cloth up again. "Now put your head back under it, I want to cuddle with you on the couch today all day!"

With a smile you did what you were told and with your fingers you formed a little heart over your head. "I love you, Kar."

"I love you too, honey."

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asian-drama-sickfics · 2 years ago

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Drama: My Engineer

Sickie: Ram

Caretaker: King

"Ram I'm home!!!" I called walking in the front door, "no, no, no, back" I waved the dogs away as they ran up to me. "Ram! Please call your dogs off! I heard a whistle from the kitchen and the dogs scampered away. I tossed my shoes off and went to the kitchen, Ram was wrestling the dogs into their room. "Hey honey" he closed the door for the dogs. He turned around and looked at me, "shit Ram, are you okay?" He nodded,

"Your eyes are so red" I stepped over to him and brushed my fingers under his eyes. "Oh, it's fine"

"Were you crying?" I asked, suddenly worried about my boyfriend, he shook his head, and quickly stepped away from me, "hhtkTchu hhKtchu- hh- hhh- ehhh- ehhktchh- uh-ktchhU"

"Oh God, are you okay?" He nodded, he grabbed a napkin from the table, "kktchu" he blew his nose, "Ram, what's wrong? Are you sick?"

He shook his head and rubbed his nose with a fist, "Ram, are you sure you're not sick?"

"It's, alle-hheh-rgies- kktchu- hhktcHhu- allergies"

"You have allergies?" He sniffled, and nodded. "What are you allergic to?"

"Pollen" he answered, sneezing right after. I laughed softly, "Cool boy's weaknesses are so cute! Kids and flowers!" I said teasingly, he rolled his eyes and shoved my shoulder away. "Can you take medicine for it?" He shook his head, "already did" I threw my arm around his shoulder and guided him to the bed. "What?" He looked so confused, "you should be resting"

"I'm not sick"

"I know"

"HKTCKTCHHu!"

"That was loud" I flinched away from him and covered my ear "Sorry" he sniffled, I kissed his cheek, "you okay?"

"Itchy" he said, his voice soft and embarrassed. "I'm sorry Ram. Is there anything I can do for you?" He shook his head, "would it make you feel better to have your dogs in here? I know how happy they make you" he shook his head, "you're scared"

"It's okay. I can handle it." He pulled me into the bed next to him, "just need you" he admitted softly. I blushed, "you're cute when you're like this" he shook his head against my chest, "would it help to shower?" He shook his head, barely noticeable, "stay" he said, his voice soft. "Alright"

"Love you" his voice was quiet and shy, I blushed, "love you too"

#my engineer #ramking #ram #king #sneeze #thai dramas #bl drama

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highqueenofelfhame · 4 years ago

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An: I’ll add tags later, i just wanted to get this posted because I’m like pretty happy with it, it’s alright. So i hope you guys enjoy! I’ll also attach links and stuff later, I’m posting this from my iPad and i just am too lazy for the tagging process. Me wants to sleep. This is part of the Disney au! Shoutout to @tangledraysofsunshine and @punkassbookjockey26 for the help on this one! This is mostly fluff (i know, how wild) but don’t worry i’m working on some angst for you soon. Fafs update soon too! I’ve already started on it and I’m going to keep working on it as the week goes. Thankfully it’s an easy chapter for me to write bc i have plenty of OG stuff to pull from. Okay, anyway! Enjoy!!

With every second that ticked by, it was getting harder and harder not to rummage through his belongings like she lived there. Even worse was that Rowan was sneaking glances at her with a smirk on his lips like he knew she wanted to. It made her scowl, a frown line appearing between her eyebrows as she glared into his back.

“I’m making you dinner, and you’re still finding a reason to be unhappy with me?” He asked her, putting down the spatula and turning to lean against his counter. The man looked criminally good in an ivory cable-knit sweater and dark jeans, an outfit combination that Aelin had never seen him in before. Thinking back on it, she was positive that when he wasn’t in a costume at work, she had only ever seen him in jeans and a t-shirt. There was also the single flannel he’d worn on Halloween, but all of that was simply incomparable to how he looked now.

“You said dinner would be ready ages ago.”

“I said it would be ready in half an hour when you got here, which was twenty minutes ago. I still have ten minutes before you get to hound me about lying.”

“Maybe if you’d prepared an appetizer…” she teased, hoping with every cell in her body that he knew she was kidding. When Rowan had said he wanted to cook her dinner, she’d been floored. The only meal that she could successfully make was breakfast, and the options were limited. Additionally, she couldn’t remember the last time a romantic interest had cooked for her at all. Probably Sam several years earlier, and it had been so bad they’d relented and settled on drive-thru burgers instead.

Rowan’s eyes narrowed at her, and she knew she’d missed the mark with her joke. The date had been going well so far; not much could have been ruined. He’d kissed her hello once, or four times, then told her to make herself at home. Rowan even had a beautiful arrangement of kingsflame at the table in the dining area. Their banter had ensued as it always did, casual teasing comments. Until she went too far. Obviously.

He turned his back, and Aelin tensed, moving across the kitchen to get to him. Just before she touched him, he turned back around, eyes widening almost comically when his elbow nearly hit her temple. Without her boots, her footsteps had been near-silent on his hardwood floors.

“I’m sorry,” he chuckled, fingers brushing her temple where his sweater had grazed her face. “Hi.”

“Hi.” With their dinner sizzling in the background, she was sure that he could hardly hear the soft whisper of her voice. That didn’t seem to matter because Rowan leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, short and sweet and leaving her wanting more. “I’m sorry.”

“For what?” Rowan’s brows knit together, green eyes tracing over every feature of her face before settling to meet her gaze.

“Being… me? Teasing? I don’t know. This is a date, and you’re so nice to be making dinner, and I shouldn’t be--”

“Aelin,” he laughed. “You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t busting my balls for something. I don’t think we would be us.” At the mention of them as an item, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth to ward off the embarrassingly large grin that was threatening to take over her face.

“That doesn’t mean I can be rude,” she grumbled, earning another smile from the man in front of her.

“You aren’t.” Rowan turned away from her for a brief moment. When he faced her again he held half of a cookie in his hand. “You just get hangry.”

She stared at the small offering in his hand before accepting it with a smile. Not only was he making her dinner, but it seemed he had also baked her double chocolate chip cookies. It made her heart squeeze in an almost painful way, but she took the cookie and nibbled on the corner. Whatever recipe he had used was perfect. It only made the rumbling in her belly worse, but she was determined to finish it without chocolate smeared all over her mouth.

“I’m almost done with dinner. Go snoop. I know you’re dying to.” Aelin wrinkled her nose, and Rowan was quick to kiss the tip of it, despite her failed attempt to swerve. Not that she wanted him to miss, really. Aelin wanted to beg him to kiss her until she was physically sick and couldn’t stand to feel his mouth on her body ever again.

The apartment was simple. It had one bedroom and an open living and kitchen area. Rowan had a small table that could seat four between the two rooms. It was sparsely decorated but had a few personal touches here and there that provided a glimpse into Rowan’s life. She walked around the living room, noting the pile of books stacked neatly next to the TV contained some of her favorites. She hadn’t pegged Rowan as an avid reader, but she realized that despite working with the man for the past two years, there was still so much she didn’t know about him.

And she realized, more than anything, that she wanted to know everything.

Furthermore, she’d been right about the books stacked on the coffee table. They were travel books, some of them with tabs and post-it notes sticking out of the sides. With a sly glance to the kitchen, she perched on the edge of the couch and pulled the biggest of them with the most annotations toward her, flipping through the pages to see what all he had bookmarked.

One of the first pages was a map marking all the parks and their major attractions. It seemed Rowan had a key for himself, little stars, triangles and squares marking various locations.

“The stars are my favorite places I’ve been,” Rowan said, pulling her gaze from pages of mountains and canyons and over to his green eyes.

“Is this what you do when you aren’t working?” Aelin closed the books and restacked them neatly on the table. Rowan was carrying two plates of stir-fry over to the table. In a few steps she joined him, sliding into the seat beside his.

“When I can, yes.” She was so hungry that she merely nodded, taking a too-large bite of food and meaning at the taste. Rowan’s eyebrow quirked while he took a bite of his own, and to avoid speaking with a mouthful she gave him a thumbs up.

“So good,” she reiterated after she swallowed, clearing her throat.

“I’m glad you like it. I was worried you wouldn’t.”

“It’s food. I like food. And you baked cookies,” Aelin reminded him, popping another bite in her mouth. The tickle she seemed to be developing in her throat worsened, forcing her to clear her throat again after she swallowed. Actually, the tickle was becoming an insatiable itch that she tried to chase away with water. She had no luck. “Is your um— is your throat itchy?”

“No…?” Aelin tugged on the collar of her shirt, nodding her head instead of responding. Rowan leaned over to brush his fingers along her cheek, worry settling in the wrinkle between his eyebrows. “Are you allergic to anything?”

“Gods, my mouth is itchy,” she mumbled, mostly to herself, while she downed the rest of her water so quickly a drop slipped down the side of her chin.

“Aelin. What are you allergic to?”

“I’m not allergic to anything,” she insisted, despite the way her tongue felt undeniably too big for her mouth. Rowan had already left the table, though, disappearing through a door off the living room and coming back with a small white bottle. His phone was also now in his hand and the numbers his thumb was pressing looked a lot like 9-1-1 from her vantage point.

“Take these,” he said softly, holding two pills to her lips that she opened her mouth for and downed with Rowan’s full glass of water.

“That’s dramatic.” She nodded at his phone. “I can breathe fine. My mouth is just itchy. And my tongue is a little too big.” To prove a point, she stuck her tongue out. Rowan’s eyes were saucers and he was ready to hit the call button.

“Your tongue is twice the size it usually is!”

“Did you do this on purpose? Is this getting me back for the syrup?” Aelin was kidding. Half-kidding, maybe, but kidding all the same. When she spoke, drool dribbled down her chin that she wiped at with the collar of her shirt. The whimper that sounded in the back of her throat wasn’t voluntary. It was their first date and she managed to drool on herself in front of him. Aelin Galathynius was the epitome of cool.

“This is not getting you back for the syrup.” Rowan’s voice was sharp, if still soft around the edges while he watched her carefully. His thumb was still dancing over the call button, but Aelin refused to be carted out of his apartment on a stretcher. She took his phone, locked it, and held it hostage in her lap while he fussed and mumbled about how big her tongue was. “What are you allergic to?”

“I didn’t know I was allergic to anything,” she swore again, grabbing his water for another long drink.

It went on like this for several minutes: Rowan listing the ingredients for the stir-fry that she may not have had before, or maybe she’d not had it in such a long time she forgot she had a mild allergy to it. MSG, soy, celery, sesame, carrots, on and on. He ran through everything twice before Aelin asked him to please stop, she had no idea and listing them over and over wasn’t going to spark a memory or knowledge she didn’t have.

The signature frown he wore most of the time was all the more prominent the droopier her eyes got; the effects of Benadryl were hitting her harder than she cared to admit, but her throat wasn’t as itchy and her tongue was feeling closer to normal. Rowan held both of her hands and guided her to his bedroom. Aelin wanted to make a joke about how this wasn’t what she’d had in mind, but she was too sleepy to find the words.

Rowan undressed her, pulling her jeans off before guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed. The duvet was softer, fluffier than she’d anticipated him to sleep on, and she wanted to burrow down into it as he replaced her shirt with one of his own. When he pulled back the blanket, she crawled under and didn’t settle until he laid down with her. His sweater was soft beneath her cheek and she felt like she was cuddling with him on a cloud. Gods, his bed was so comfortable she wanted to sleep in it forever.

“I’m sorry for ruining our date,” she mumbled, tilting her head back to look at him beneath heavy lashes and heavier lids.

“I’m sorry for accidentally almost killing you.” Despite the way his lips were turned down, there was amusement hidden in his words. Aelin smiled and tilted her head back enough for him to take the hint: she wanted to be kissed. A half smile spread across his lips and he kissed her gently, fingers brushing loose strands of her hair behind her ear.

“This isn’t how I imagined our date ending,” she grumbled, ducking her face down into his sweater. Rowan chuckled and Aelin knew that it wasn’t what he had in mind, either. “I thought I would end up in your bed but not to sleep. I mean, maybe after you fucked me senseless, but I didn’t think we would be skipping that part altogether.”

“I didn’t think I would make something that had flare up an obscure allergy you didn’t know you had, either. So I guess we’re both surprised.” Aelin snorted, sitting up enough to tug on the side of his sweater. Rowan took the hint, sitting up to pull the sweater and his shirt over his head. While in the process of undressing, he stood and pulled his jeans off, too, tossing them over the back of a desk chair in the corner of the room. Aelin swallowed, eyes dipping over the expanse of golden skin he’d exposed.

Her eyes caught on a scar on his lower abdomen, zeroed-in on the trail of hair that disappeared into his briefs. It dawned on her then that she hadn’t seen him completely naked. At work, they saw each other in various stages of undress while changing costumes, but the only time they’d had sex had been a quickie in Lorcan’s bathroom. They’d both been mostly clothed for that. She was making it a goal to see him entirely naked in the next twenty-four hours, because he looked so good like this it was unfair.

“Maybe I’ll feel better when I wake up,” she said, breathlessly. Rowan grinned, a dimple appearing in his cheek that she didn’t see often enough.

“I’m counting on it.”

#Disney au #Disney #rowaelin Disney au #throne of glass #tog #iwsiil #i won’t say I’m in love #rowaelin #Aelin galathynius #Rowan whitethorn #writing #my writing

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geraltrogerericduhautebellegarde · 4 years ago

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Bygone Love

This is for @pearlll09 for @thewitchersecretsanta!

Fair warning, this is 6k+ words so here is the AO3 link, if you think it’s easier to read on there!

This is a Geraskier soulmate AU :)

Happy holidays and I hope you enjoy!

Jaskier stared wistfully at the book in front of him, wishing it were true.

Those meant to be, linked by destiny, soulmates.

It was bullshit.

Maybe it hadn’t always been. All the stories say that soulmates just stopped appearing hundreds of years ago and no one knew why. However long ago it had been, there was very little record of it left. The book sitting in front of Jaskier is one of the only books left that tells anything about it.

And, while it isn’t a very detailed book, and has quite a few missing pages, what is there sounds lovely. The person you were meant to be with, your very souls linked, it’s romantic. The idea of there being someone who is your perfect match in every way was enticing. Someone who would love you as were, no need for you to bend or break yourself to make them happy.

Jaskier sighed, standing slowly, grabbing his bags and the book, and returning the book to the hook-nosed librarian that watched every Oxenfurt student with the utmost sense of distrust.

Jaskier’s final day as a student at Oxenfurt was bittersweet. His years there had been wonderful, his experiences grand, but now he would get to travel and truly make a name for himself.

The bard, Jaskier.

He would be a name known across the land, called upon by kings and queens.

Strutting out of the city walls, a bright smile on his face, Jaskier looked in the direction of Lettenhove, his family’s lands. The smile slipped off his face. There would be nothing there for him, anymore. He wouldn’t be welcomed back with open arms, not as Viscount and certainly not as a bard.

Resolutely turning on his heel, Jaskier took the opposite path. He wasn’t exactly sure where it would lead him, but he was excited to find out.

Six months on the road hadn’t exactly snuffed out Jaskier’s optimism but it had put a certain damper on it, being thrown rotten or stale food instead of coins was a bit disheartening after all, but still he persevered. He was currently playing in a tavern in Posada and the patrons were… nicer than a lot of the others he’d encountered the past few weeks.

Taking a break and gratefully collecting the stale bread thrown his way, Jaskier’s eyes skimmed the room, settling on a cloaked man seated in the corner.

Oh, he looks like trouble.

“I love the way you just… sit in the corner and brood.”

“Geralt,” Jaskier started one night, a few months into their travels, drawing the witcher’s attention, “how old are you?”

Geralt raised an eyebrow, staring silently at Jaskier.

“I only ask because I’ve heard witchers have long lifespans.”

Geralt cocked his head to the side, remaining silent.

Jaskier huffed in frustration, “There are some things I learned about at Oxenfurt but most of the information has been lost to time! I just thought you might have some further information on it, is all.”

“On what, bard?”

“Soulmates.”

Geralt snorted, “They don’t exist.”

“But they did!” argued Jaskier.

“Possibly,” Geralt agreed, “but they don’t now, so what is the point in wondering.”

Jaskier was indignant, “For the history, Geralt! The remaining texts are so few and old and damaged we don’t really know anything about them!”

“Well, I’m afraid I’m not that old. And we didn’t learn about soulmates in our studies, they weren’t important.”

Jaskier sighed, looking down at his hands, “Oh well, I suppose that’s that, then.”

The camp turned silent as Jaskier let his thoughts wander. It was a foolish dream, really… the idea of soulmates.

Jaskier spent the rest of his year travelling with the witcher until finally autumn had arrived and it was time for the pair to part for winter, Geralt going north to somewhere secret and dangerous and Jaskier back to Oxenfurt to gloat about his wonderful travels to all those who doubted him.

Jaskier clapped Geralt on the back, smiling brightly, “Well, friend, this is it I suppose.” He would miss the witcher dearly, the past year travelling with Geralt had been the best time of Jaskier’s life.

“Hmm.”

Jaskier’s smile didn’t slip with Geralt’s taciturn response, more than used to it at this point, and instead continued with his farewells, “We can meet up again, as soon as the snow melts!”

“Great.” Geralt grunted.

“No need to sound so enthused Geralt.” Jaskier stated, hands on his hips.

And then they parted.

Jaskier turned on his heel and pulled his lute in front of him, ready to write a new ballad to commemorate the past year, and the hope for what the next year would bring with his new travelling companion, his new muse.

Halfway to Oxenfurt, Jaskier noticed a strange tickle in his nose, hopefully I’m not getting sick, he thought, dreading the possibility. His eyes were itching, and he was sniffling, sneezing occasionally, but he never developed a fever, so he wrote it off and continued on his travels.

This is getting ridiculous, Jaskier thought as he sneezed again. Not long after he and Geralt had parted ways, Jaskier’s allergies had begun acting up and even now, halfway through winter, they were still bothering him.

His eyes were sore and itchy, his head was stuffed, his nose was running constantly. Jaskier wouldn’t go so far as to say he was miserable, but he certainly wasn’t having a great time. He’d had allergies most of his life, come down with hay fever almost every spring, but never had he had such persistent symptoms and never had his allergies bothered him during winter.

“Jaskier, just go see the healer.” Priscilla said, rolling her eyes as he blew his nose yet again. His best friend had been at the mercy of his complaining since he had returned to Oxenfurt and it was a wonder she was still being so nice to him.

“I’ve been, Pris. They said I’m fine.” And Jaskier had been to a healer, to two different healers in fact. They’d both said the same thing, common allergy symptoms, nothing to worry about.

Geralt had almost reached Kaer Morhen, he would get to the gate by midday, when he noticed a strange pressure behind his eyes. Looking around, nothing seemed out of the ordinary, and his medallion wasn’t vibrating, so he continued on his path, expecting the pressure to dissipate by the time he reached the keep.

It didn’t.

By the time Geralt had reached the gates of Kaer Morhen the pressure in his head had increased and his nose felt full of cotton. Certain something was wrong, he hurried through the gate, rushing to the main doors and into the keep, not even properly stabling Roach.

Eskel was in the main hall and his head swung around to stare at Geralt, brow furrow as he watched Geralt's dramatic entrance. "Geralt! Welcome. Is something wrong?"

"Yes. I think I've been cursed." Geralt pushed past Eskel, heading straight to the kitchen where he could hear Vesemir moving around.

As Geralt burst through the door, Vesemir continued his motions, stirring a pot filled with stew. Not looking up from his cooking, he addressed Geralt, "What kind of curse?"

"It's affecting my head."

Vesemir shot an unimpressed look over his shoulder at Geralt, "What do you mean? Be specific, Wolf."

Geralt growled, “There's a pressure building in my head and I can barely breathe through my nose."

Vesemir hummed thoughtfully, still stirring the pot in front of him, "And when did it start?"

"On the pass, not far from the front gate." Geralt’s head was aching, the pressure seeming to build and build, it felt like his head would explode at any moment.

"And did your medallion vibrate?"

"No."

"And you had no symptoms prior to that?" Vesemir finally turned around, staring at Geralt.

"No."

"It doesn't sound like a curse."

Geralt growled again, angry at the dismissal, "My head feels as though it's going to explode!"

"Stop exaggerating." Vesemir responded curtly, far too used to the dramatics of his charges.

"Something could be wrong!” Geralt yelled, stepping forward and angrily gesturing to his head.

Vesemir levelled Geralt an unimpressed look, "Hush, boy. You're going to be fine. Get settled in and we'll figure out what's wrong after dinner. Whatever it is, it isn’t life threatening.”

Turning in huff, Geralt stormed out of the kitchen and past Eskel where he had been hovering by the door. If they wouldn’t take him seriously then he would figure out what was wrong himself.

After he settled Roach.

Dinner was tense, Geralt in pain and Vesemir ignoring him. Lambert had yet to arrive so Eskel sat beside Geralt, uncomfortably glancing between Geralt and Vesemir as if he were unsure of what to do, if he should say something or not.

Geralt's head ached every time he moved, especially when he leaned down. If he tilted his head back, the pressure behind his eyes made it feel like they would explode from his skull.

Vesemir ate silently, focused on the meal in front of him and saying nothing until he had finished.

"How does your throat feel?"

Geralt startled at the question, looking across the table and meeting Vesemir's eyes, "Ummm… it's sore. It hurts to swallow, like I'm swallowing knives."

Geralt sniffled.

Vesemir's eyebrows drew together as he studied Geralt, "It seems as though you have allergies, Wolf."

"You think I have allergies?" Geralt asked as he took in what Vesemir was saying.

"It sounds like allergies."

"Allergies?" Eskel chimed in. "I haven't heard of witchers suffering from allergies."

Vesemir hummed thoughtfully, "I can't think of a time in recent history one did."

"Why would I have allergies?"

"A few things come to mind but none that seem likely. The best idea is to probably look through the library. Eskel and Lambert will help."

Eskel nodded and leaned toward Geralt, bumping their shoulders together, "We'll figure this out."

Geralt ignored Eskel and glared at Vesemir, "It feels like my head is being crushed by a boulder and the best you can offer is I should read some books?"

Vesemir stared back at Geralt, his face impassive, before standing up wordlessly and exiting the kitchen.

Lambert arrived later in the week and was quickly swept away to join Eskel and Geralt in the library where they had set up.

They had pushed two tables together and there were piles of books stacked across it, organized by Eskel in some manner that only made sense to him.

Eskel and Geralt had been spending their mornings training and working around the keep and then retired to the library nightly, trying to find mention of witchers with allergies.

The three witchers were reading in silence but for the occasional grunt from Lambert when Eskel sucked in a sharp breath, “Hey I found something.”

Lambert looked up lazily from the book he had been staring at while pretending to read, “Is he contagious? I don’t want to catch whatever he has.”

Geralt growled at Lambert before standing from his chair and walking over to Eskel, “What does it say?”

“Well…” Eskel started hesitantly, still staring at the book, “I’m not sure if this is really what’s wrong with you but it’s the only thing we’ve found so far.”

“What is it Eskel?” Geralt asked again, growing impatient.

“It says that when unbound or broken soulmates are parted, they would experience allergy and cold symptoms until they came together again.”

Geralt furrowed his brow, “Soulmates?”

Eskel nodded.

“You think I have a soulmate?”

Lambert snorted, “That would be cruel, forcing someone to put up with this grumpy bastard for eternity.”

Eskel shook his head, “No that isn’t how soulmates work. There’s someone who is made for you but you still have the choice, you can either accept the bond with a handfasting or perform the ritual to break the bond. Either one would allow you to travel away from each other without getting sick anymore, but until the soul bond is acknowledged one way or the other, you get sick.”

“Eskel, do you really think I have a soulmate? Soulmates haven’t been seen for centuries!”

Eskel huffed, “I know it doesn’t really make sense but it’s the only thing I’ve found!”

Geralt sighed, “I think we should keep looking, I don’t have a soulmate, Eskel.”

“Alright, I’ll add this book to the useless pile, then.” Eskel stood slowly to walk across the room to a large pile of books he had created to reshelve.

Geralt hesitated, “Wait… is the whole book about soulmates?”

Eskel looked back to Geralt with his eyebrows raised, “Yes.”

“Can I have it?” Geralt asked, reaching out his hand for the book.

Eskel stared at Geralt, a confused look furrowing his brow, “Why would you want it?”

Geralt wasn’t sure how to respond. He had never travelled with someone before and his brothers were certain to question him about it. And there was also the chance they had heard that stupid song. “Ahh… a bard I was travelling with asked me if I had any knowledge of them because the human texts were all mostly destroyed.”

“You travelled with a bard?” Lambert cut in harshly.

“And you want to bring him a present?” Eskel asked, in a far softer voice than the one Lambert had used.

Lambert stood up suddenly, “Wait, that song about tossing a coin! That was about you!”

Geralt groaned, his already pounding head throbbing even more at the idea of having this conversation, “Yes.”

Lambert let out a loud bray of laughter, “I should have known! Of course, you managed to find yourself a bard to sing your praises, you vain bastard.”

Geralt rolled his eyes, causing another wave of pain to shoot through his head, and looked back to Eskel, ignoring Lambert still chuckling behind him. Eskel had walked back over to Geralt, book in hand, and he finally held it out to Geralt. Geralt took the book tentatively and nodded in thanks.

Eskel was staring at Geralt consideringly, “How long did you travel with your bard?”

“He isn’t mine.”

Eskel rolled his eyes, “Yeah, whatever. How long?”

“Most of the year.” Geralt answered shortly, unsure where this line of questioning was going.

Eskel made a considering noise, “Did you two just split for the winter?”

Geralt nodded, “Yes, he headed back to Oxenfurt and I came straight here.”

Eskel hummed softly, his eyes wandering over the books still piled high on the table, “I don’t know how much information we’ll find in those; we’ve read all the books that were most likely to help.”

“Does that mean I don’t have to help anymore?” Lambert chimed in.

Eskel snorted and shot an unimpressed look at Lambert, “That would suggest you were any help to begin with.”

Lambert scoffed, “I was plenty help. Moral support and all that.”

Eskel directed his attention back to Geralt, “Geralt it might be best to just… find a healer or a mage when you leave for spring. I’m not confident these books will have answers. Perhaps you could head to Oxenfurt and meet up with your bard, the scholars there might have answers.”

“Do you really think we won’t find an answer?” Geralt had been worried he wouldn’t find out what was wrong with him since Vesemir had first dismissed him.

Eskel shook his head and smiled sadly, “I think we’ve found all the answers that are here.”

Geralt furrowed his brow, unsure of what Eskel meant, “What answers have we found?”

“I’m not completely sure. But I’m sure you’ll find out come spring.” Eskel walked past Geralt and quickly exited the library, leaving Geralt and Lambert staring dumbfounded after him.

“What the fuck was that supposed to mean?” Lambert finally asked. “He gets more cryptic every year. One of these days he’s going to show up and talk only in Nilfgaardian riddles.”

The winter had been long and far less restful than any year before. Geralt’s symptoms hadn’t improved though they at least hadn’t gotten worse.

This year, Geralt was the last to leave Kaer Morhen, wanting the opportunity to talk to Vesemir privately. Their relationship had stayed distant this winter, though it had gotten less hostile. But it didn’t seem right, Vesemir didn’t act like this normally, he had to be keeping something from Geralt.

Geralt cleared his throat as he gazed across the courtyard at Vesemir, “I’m ready to go.”

Vesemir nodded at him, “Travel well, Wolf. I’ll see you next winter.”

Geralt took a deep, steadying breath, “Did I do something wrong?”

Vesemir frowned and walked closer to Geralt, “No, Wolf. I just worry for you. But I’m confident you’ll find your answer back out on the road.” Vesemir quickly drew Geralt in for a hug, squeezing him tightly. Geralt returned the embrace briefly before pulling away.

“Travel well, Vesemir. I’ll see you next winter.” And with a nod, Geralt mounted Roach and set off out of the gate, his path to Oxenfurt laid out clearly in his mind.

Geralt wasn't sure how long he had been able to breathe through his nose by the time he finally noticed the difference. It was strange that it hadn't been more obvious of a change since he had gone the entire winter with his nose stuffed and runny.

His sense of smell heightening was the only thing that really drew his attention to the change. He had worried the difficulties he might encounter on the Path with his senses dulled, but when he'd approached the bridge leading to Oxenfurt, suddenly the smells overwhelmed him.

"Woah, Roach." Geralt urged Roach to slow down while he took a moment to gather himself, adjusting to the sudden difference. As he waited, he could feel as his head became clearer and clearer, all the pressure slowly dissipating. His sense of smell returned full force and his hearing became more acute. Geralt let out a sigh of relief, he had almost forgotten what it was like to have his senses so sharp.

He would still need to find a mage to make sure this never happened again but with his senses returned he needn't be in as much of a hurry. "C'mon Roach," Geralt guided Roach back to the road leading into Oxenfurt, trying to think of where he might find Jaskier.

He hadn't had to look for long, simply meandering down the street when he heard a commotion ahead. He dismounted and led Roach behind him as he approached the shouting, breaking through the circle of onlookers to see Jaskier and another man arguing.

"Because you're wrong!" Jaskier shouted, waving his arms wildly.

Geralt took in the situation in front of him slowly. Jaskier was flushed, his chest puffing heavily from his ragged breathing. He looked livid, his eyes shooting daggers at the man in front of him.

And the man in front of Jaskier looked… well… a lot like Jaskier. His hair was darker, black instead of brown, but cut in a similar fashion. His eyes were also a brilliant blue though deeper than the bright cornflower of Jaskier's. Unlike Jaskier's clean shaven face, the other man had a full mustache, covering his entire upper lip. That's where the differences seemed to stop, though. Their build was the same, long and lanky yet deceptively strong, they had the same jaw line, the same cheek bones, the same nose. Jaskier had never mentioned family but this must be a brother.

Geralt watched amusedly as the two men taunted each other until finally Jaskier charged forward, clearly ready to attack the other man. Moving swiftly, Geralt put himself between Jaskier and the other man, gripping Jaskier by the shoulders to prevent him from going around Geralt. Jaskier huffed and yanked himself backward, out of Geralt's grip, looking up at the man who had been holding him.

It was clear he hadn't expected Geralt to be standing there when his mouth dropped open in shock. "Geralt! So good of you to stop by. Here, let's get out of here, the riffraff is out of control." Jaskier glared over Geralt's shoulder and grabbed Geralt by the arm, leading Geralt back to Roach.

Geralt followed silently, amusedly listening to Jaskier's grumbling the whole way until they reached a small inn and Jaskier led them upstairs to what must have been his room over winter.

“That bastard!” Jaskier grunted as soon as Geralt had closed the door behind them.

“Hmm.” Geralt watched in silence as Jaskier slammed his things around, seeming to move his bags and clothes for no purpose other than to throw them in irritation.

“Honestly, the bastard had the nerve to insinuate that he is more attractive than I am! Me! As if he isn’t the ugliest cock on the planet. I swear Geralt even the thought someone might find him attractive is horrendous.”

Geralt cocked his head curiously, “Are you two not related?”

Jaskier looked horrified, “Related? To that thing? Gods no.”

Geralt suddenly felt confused, the man was practically Jaskier’s twin. “Jaskier, you look just like him.”

Jaskier gazed at Geralt for a moment, a dumbfounded expression on his face, before finally he started cackling, laughing so hard he collapsed on the bed behind him.

Geralt was unsure of what was happening.

Finally, Jaskier’s laughter slowed, “Darling,” Jaskier started, still chuckling to himself slightly, “that was the funniest joke you’ve ever made. The idea of I and Valdo Marx looking anything alike is truly, absolutely hilarious. Oh, thank you, Geralt. I needed that laugh. Especially after the winter I’ve had.”

Geralt was still very much confused, positive his eyes hadn’t been playing tricks on him when he’d seen this Valdo Marx character, and sure that he and Jaskier did in fact look very similar. Deciding to not continue with the matter for the moment, Geralt decided to direct the conversation elsewhere, “And why was your winter so terrible?”

Jaskier threw his arms up dramatically and laid back on the bed, staring at the ceiling, “I was sick! The whole time. As if I had a cold. It started right after we parted and continued all the way until this very morning. All the healers said it just seemed to be my allergies. Honestly, Geralt I think I may have been cursed.”

Geralt froze, frowning at Jaskier’s words. Allergies? All winter. Starting just after the two had parted. Thinking back to the book currently resting in Roach’s saddlebags, Geralt shook his head, silently telling himself it was just an odd coincidence. “Sounds odd, bard. Perhaps you slept with the wrong person and their spouse decided on some petty revenge.”

Jaskier hummed thoughtfully, still staring at the ceiling, “Perhaps. It certainly was petty in that case. I had a sore throat all winter, I was barely able to sing.”

“Hmm”

Jaskier rolled to his side on the bed, staring curiously at Geralt, still standing awkwardly in front of the door, “Well, how was your winter then? And what brings you to Oxenfurt? Did you miss me, you scamp?”

Geralt rolled his eyes at the smirk on Jaskier’s face, “Winter was winter, the same as every other year. I’m here looking for a mage or a scholar well versed in curses.”

Jaskier’s eyes lit up the way they always did when he was about to get into something, he had no business messing with, “Ohhh what kind of curse.”

“Never you mind.” The last thing Geralt needed was Jaskier learning that Geralt was also sick all winter. He would make a big deal of the coincidence even without knowing what Geralt did.

“Excuse me, Geralt but I mind very much, thank you.”

Geralt remained quiet.

Finally, Jaskier snorted, “Alright well, lucky you, I happen to know a retired professor that specialized in curses and things of the sort. Not a sorceress herself, mind you, but interested in it.”

Jaskier led them through the streets of Oxenfurt, babbling a mile a minute, “She is very old, positively ancient, possibly even older than you. No one is quite sure how she’s still alive, or her actual age for that matter, but as she taught most of the professors that taught my professors, it’s sufficient to say that she’s been around a while. She’s also quite crotchety but she likes my singing so that should help us get some information out of her. What exactly are we asking her about again?”

Leave it to Jaskier to try to wheedle the information out of Geralt after wearing him down with a bit of rambling. Luckily, Geralt had spent nearly a year with the man already and had built up a tolerance to the man’s sneaky ways. “It doesn’t concern you, bard.”

Hopefully.

The very thought that Jaskier could be his… well… no that certainly didn’t make any sense. None whatsoever. Hopefully this wise woman would be able to identify what the problem is, and he could solve it quickly and move on.

And hopefully it would have absolutely nothing to do with Jaskier.

Nothing at all.

And absolutely nothing to do with the absurd idea of soulmates.

Geralt would never be able to give the book to Jaskier. If Geralt had managed to draw the connection then certainly Jaskier would as well, whether Geralt mentioned having the same symptoms during their time apart or not.

Geralt was pulled from his reverie by Jaskier drawing to a halt suddenly and opening his arms, wide, “We have arrived, my dearest witcher.”

The house was small, tucked in between a pawn shop and a sketchy looking apothecary. It was the type of house it was easy to miss, would be overlooked if you weren’t looking for it specifically. Jaskier let himself in the house, not bothering to knock, so Geralt followed quietly, feeling uneasy, though he wasn’t sure why. His medallion wasn’t vibrating and there wasn’t anything particularly strange about the front room of the house, but something didn’t seem quite right.

“Jaskier are you certain we should be here?” Geralt whispered his question, unwilling to disturb any occupants of the house.

Jaskier, however, was not as worried about disturbing anyone and responded loudly, “Of course, Geralt. I’ve a standing invitation.”

Geralt cautiously followed Jaskier further into the house, unsure of what to expect. In the last room of the house there was an old woman, sitting in a chair by a window, knitting quietly. When they entered the room, she glanced up curiously, a small smile on her face as she looked at Jaskier.

“I was wondering when you would come find me with questions.” The woman’s voice was surprisingly deep, hoarse as if she spent her days smoking away at a pipe.

“Were you?” Jaskier asked, shooting Geralt a strange look.

The woman hummed, “Yes. As soon as I saw your symptoms this winter. I’m glad you have been reunited though.”

Geralt felt a shock run through him, she couldn’t possibly mean…

“You know why I was sick?” Jaskier’s voice was higher than usual, sounding incredulous.

“Do you not?”

“No!” Jaskier exclaimed dramatically.

“Ahh..” she stared at Geralt for a moment before looking back at Jaskier, “there’s no need to worry about it. Your witcher will explain everything.”

Jaskier spun around, “Geralt?”

He sighed, suddenly unsure of what to do, “I have everything I needed Jaskier. Let’s go back.”

“Go back? We came here to ask questions about a curse! You didn’t even ask anything. Oh… were we here about my curse? Was I actually cursed?”

“Come along, Jaskier.” Geralt turned on his heel, quickly leaving the house. He heard Jaskier hustling behind him.

Geralt led them back up to Jaskier’s inn room, Jaskier puffing behind him from keeping up with Geralt’s faster than normal stride. “Geralt what is going on?’

Instead of responding, Geralt rifled through his bags and pulled out the book he had previously decided to chuck in a river so Jaskier would never see it. Turning to face Jaskier, Geralt’s heart was racing. He had faced monsters out of nightmares, stared death in the face, but the idea that the contents in this book could be true, the idea that Jaskier could be his soulmate was horrifying.

Holding out the book slowly, Geralt watched warily as Jaskier snatched it from his hands, his eyes roaming over the cover. “Soulmates?”

“I found it at Kaer Morhen and brought it for you, I thought you might like it. But now it might be important.”

Jaskier’s eyes shone brightly, “You brought it because you thought I might like it?”

“Yes.”

“What makes it important now?” Jaskier was looking back at the book, fingers tracing the cover carefully.

Geralt’s heart was pounding in his ears, “Just… read it.”

Jaskier looked back at Geralt, concern on his face, “Okay.”

Jaskier crossed the room to sit at the table and opened the book. Geralt stayed motionless, watching as Jaskier eagerly devoured page after page of information he had been so interested in for years. It was clear to Geralt when Jaskier reached the part Geralt was most afraid of. Instead of Jaskier moving on to the next page, Jaskier’s eyes slowly worked their way back to the start of the page and he read the same section again, slower this time.

“Geralt,” Jaskier started, his eyes not moving off the page in front of him, “are you telling me that my allergies this winter were because I have a soulmate?”

Geralt grunted, unsure of what to say.

Jaskier looked up at Geralt suddenly, his face wary, “And who exactly is my soulmate in this scenario? Who else had the same symptoms while they were away from me for the length of winter?”

Geralt felt his face reddening, an uncharacteristic blush blooming.

Jaskier stood slowly, placing the book down on the chair as he abandoned it, “Geralt were you sick this winter?”

Geralt nodded.

"Oh." Jaskier sounded breathless.

Geralt didn't know what to say, floundering in the silence. Usually, Jaskier was the one to fill the void, to put words where there was once silence. Instead, Jaskier remained silent for a beat, simply staring at Geralt, before turning back and grabbing the book, returning to his seat. Jaskier opened the book again with shaky hands and once again began reading.

Their breathing and slightly too fast heart beats were the only sounds in the room as Geralt stood motionless, waiting for Jaskier to do something, say something. But Jaskier simply sat, reading studiously, while Geralt waited.

It felt like ages by the time Jaskier closed the book, finally looking back up at Geralt. "Well, if we intend to travel anywhere from each other, I think it would be best to perform the ceremony."

Geralt's heart dropped, "Of course. We'll have to research the proper way to do it, I'm not sure if we'll need a mage."

Jaskier stood from his seat, walking to stand directly in front of Geralt, "Geralt, it says a simple handfasting will suffice."

Geralt didn't understand, a handfasting didn't seem like a practical way to end a soul bond, "A handfasting? To break the bond?"

"Break the bond? Why would we do something silly like that? Do you… not want to be bound to me?"

Bound to Jaskier, their souls intertwined, it sounded nice. But it wasn't realistic, Geralt was a witcher and Jaskier a bard. Clearly their souls couldn't have meant to be linked. "Do I not… Jaskier you can't want this! I'm a witcher. My life is dangerous."

"Well yes but that hasn't stopped me yet, and I don't intend to let it. Besides, the slowed aging will be a big plus for me." Jaskier sounded matter of fact, putting his hands on his hips and staring at Geralt as if it were obvious.

"Slowed aging?"

"Yes Geralt, slowed aging. The book said very clearly that those soul bonded to witchers experienced slowed aging like that of the witcher. Did you not finish the book?"

"I didn't read it." Maybe he should have read through the book, to understand more about what was going on, more about his bond with Jaskier. Geralt hadn’t felt so out of his depth in a long time.

Jaskier sounded incredibly unimpressed when he responded, "You didn't read… any of it?"

"No."

Jaskier whined, "Geralt. You suspected we could be soulmates and you didn't even read the book?"

Of course he hadn’t expected that! The very idea that they could be soulmates was ridiculous. He hadn’t even considered it to be an option. "No! I brought the book because I thought you would like it. I didn't think that was what was wrong with me. I didn't know you were sick."

Jaskier was silent, his face contemplative as he stared at Geralt. His response was so quiet, Geralt was unsure he would have heard it without his enhanced hearing, "Is it… really so awful of an idea? Being my soulmate?"

It wasn’t an awful idea at all, it was… nice actually. But that didn’t mean it was right, it couldn’t possibly be. Jaskier didn’t deserve to be stuck with a witcher for the rest of his life, "No, Jaskier… it just… it can't be right. I can't be bound to someone like you and you shouldn't be stuck with someone like me."

“Well, I stuck myself to you long before we knew about this soul bond business, so I don’t see what’s so different. Unless you wish to be rid of me.” The last sentence was hushed, like Jaskier hadn’t even wanted to say it.

When Jaskier had first started following Geralt, the witcher had definitely wanted rid of him. He was loud and annoying and impractical. He caused chaos everywhere he went, rarely thought of his actions before making a decision, and always managed to put himself directly in harm's way. But the bard had grown on Geralt. Every time he started a tavern fight out of righteous anger on Geralt’s behalf or talked down an alderman trying to short Geralt his owed coin, or ran headfirst into danger to foolishly protect Geralt, Geralt felt a bit more fond of Jaskier. And considering how often Jaskier did all of those things, Geralt was fit to burst with his fondness for the man.

Geralt rubbed a hand over his eyes, “No, I don’t… wish to be rid of you. But Jaskier, you can’t know what you’re agreeing to. You’re young, you have your whole life ahead of you. My path doesn’t need to be yours.”

Jaskier’s body language screamed how indignant he felt at Geralt’s statement, “But I want it to be! I wanted to walk The Path with you last year and I haven’t changed my mind.”

Even if Jaskier meant it, and never changed his mind, he didn’t know if he would ever be what Jaskier wanted. Jaskier was young and the idea of grand love thanks to a soul bond must sound enticing, but that wasn’t Geralt. Witchers weren’t supposed to feel, it was dangerous, made them weak. Jaskier deserved that grand love but Geralt couldn’t be sure he could ever give that, “Jaskier… I’m not… I don’t know how to be in a relationship. I’m not sure I ever will… be able to be that for you.”

Jaskier’s face softened and he reached out to take hold of Geralt’s hands, “I like you just as you are, Geralt. We can figure out everything else as we go.”

Geralt felt something in him break. He wanted to be stronger, strong enough to turn Jaskier away, for his own good, but more than that he wanted to be loved. “Are you sure you want this?” Geralt’s voice cracked as he asked, one final time, simultaneously hoping Jaskier would say no, but dreading the idea of losing the bard.

Jaskier squeezed Geralt’s hands, “Do you?”

“Travelling with you last year was… different. It was good… to share The Path with someone. With you.” Geralt had never felt more vulnerable than he did in that moment, staring into Jaskier’s eyes.

“I wouldn’t trade the time I’ve spent with you for the world, and I want to keep spending time with you.” Jaskier hesitated, “If you’ll let me.”

“We… will have to get handfasted then? If we don’t break the bond?” Geralt really needed to read that book.

Jaskier nodded, “Yes, either that or never separate from each other.”

An outward sign of the bond the two shared… Geralt liked the idea, “I think… that handfasting would be okay.”

“Just okay?”

“It would be… nice. I suppose.”

Jaskier chuckled at Geralt’s response, “When should we do it? We could go now if you wanted?”

They could go right then, there was sure to be someone in Oxenfurt, probably many someones, that knew how to perform the ceremony, but it didn’t feel right. “Could we… wait for winter?”

Jaskier furrowed his brow and cocked his head to the side, “I mean… we can. We would have to be careful about parting through the year though.”

It was impractical, Geralt knew, but it was something he never thought he would experience. And he wanted to do it at Kaer Morhen, “Just… I think I would like Vesemir to be there. And Eskel and Lambert.”

Jaskier squeezed Geralt’s hand reassuringly, “Okay. May I ask who they are?”

“They’re my… family. Fellow witchers. We winter together.”

Suddenly Jaskier’s eyes were filled with tears and Geralt was worried he had done something wrong.

“Oh. Yes, that would be lovely, I think.” Jaskier finally responded, his voice thick like he was trying not to cry.

“Really?”

Jaskier nodded and pulled his hands from Geralt’s, instead drawing him into a tight hug, “Yes, darling. Really.”

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kpopsickies · 3 years ago

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sniffly coffee dates

sickie: Taehyun

Caretaker: Beomgyu

pairing: Taegyu (romantic)

Taehyun:

“Taehyunnie, wake up” I open one eye and see Beomgyu hovering over me with a huge, adorable smile plastered on his face. “huh, wha-?”

“Wake up!!! I have early morning date plans”

“Gyu, 9 am is not exactly early morning”

“and yet, you were still asleep”

“fair point”

“now hurry and get dressed, I have plans” he starts to leave but before he gets the chance to actually leave I grab his arm and pull him into a tight hug, before quickly pressing my lips on his, pulling in a quick kiss. I felt him smile into the kiss before pulling away.

He leaves my room and I pull on a gray sweater with a pair of black ripped and threw on a pair of grey sneakers. I went to the living room where Gyu was waiting. He extended his hand. “ready to go?” I take his hand “yep!” I smile softly. The two of us walk out of the bighit building hand in hand smiling. “so where are we going?”

“to this cute coffee shop I found, it’s really good and it has a very autumn feel, lots of leaf decorations, pumpkins, ect, super cute, I hope you like it”

“It sounds very nice”

We arrived at the cafe and honestly, Beomgyu hyung was right, it did have a cute autumn vibe, but the only issue was the very very very strongly scented candles were already tickling the inside of my nose. I discretely scrubbed at my nose as he led me to sit down. Much to my dismay there was a apple-cinnamon scented candle right in the middle of the table, and as much as I liked the way it smelled, my nose, did not, it made my nose burned with a strong itch, I hoped that if I scrubbed at it again it might help to tame the itch, but it did nothing of the sort, in fact it only made it worse. I felt the sneeze creeping up so I quickly turned away burying my face in the crook of my elbow, “iechsshu iehchsshu heichsshu”’

“I honestly can’t tell with you, was that a cough or a sneeze?” I feel my face heat up, a bit embarrassed, I try to nervously laugh it off. “um, it was a sneeze”

“oh ok! bless you” He says leaning over the table to peck my cheek. I shyly push him away. “babe, were in public, be careful” He smiles at leans back in his chair, knowing I’m a bit shy. “alright but when we get home you owe me kisses” I gently rub my thumb over his hand which is laced in mine. “of course” the two of us sit and talk holding hands, while we wait for the waiter to show up. We had only been talking for about 4-5 minutes when the itch was too unbearable. I pull my hands out of Beomgyu’s grasp and quickly cover my face. “iechsshu heh-eh-ehichsshu- heh-eheichu”

“bless you baby, are you alright?”

“yeah, s-eh-heh-ehichshu-hiechsshu-itchsshu- *sniffle* something is bothering my nose”

Beomgyu p.o.v

“something is bothering my nose” Taehyun admits blushing before rubbing at his nose. I notice that he had a pink tinge around his nose and his eyes were rimmed with red, itchy tears. “Hyunnie, are your allergies bothering you?”

“yeah” he admits shyly. “is it all the candles?”

“umm.... maybe”

“ugh babe, why didn’t you say anything?”

“because you said you loved it here”

“ugh, you dork, you should go wait outside, I’ll get you a coffee and we can go back home, we’ll finish drinking it at home”

“but-ba-ah-aeh-eichshu-hiechsshu-ichhshu-”

“go! I mean it, we can cuddle and watch a movie back at the house”

“but-”

“no buts”

“oh alright

Taehyun p.o.v

I slowly trudged outside, sniffling slightly, feeling annoyed that I hadn’t even thought to take any sort of allergy medication, and honestly just feeling bad that I had ruined Beomgyu’s plans. I try not to feel too bad but I feel the tears prick up in my eyes, I wipe them away, along with the itchy tears clinging to my lashes.

Beomgyu comes out with two cups of coffee in his hands, he sees me and puts the cups down, and wraps his arms around me. “hey baby, it’s okay, don’t cry”

“not crying” I say through chocked sobs. “oh baby” he says softly kissing my forehead. “it’s ok” he gently wipes the tears from under my eyes with his thumb, “i’m sorry, I didn’t mean to mess up your plans”

“Hyun, babe, I don’t care what I do, as long as I’m with you” He says taking my hand and gently tugging me along with him. I sniffle, triggering a few soft, breathy sneezes. “bless you, now let’s get you home”

When we arrive at home, no one else is there, having all gone out to do their own thing. Beomgyu drags me into the bathroom and basically forces me into the shower. “you wash off, I’m going to make some ramen for lunch, how does that sound?”

“good” I say sniffling again. He smiles his adorable million dollar smile. “I love you” he says as he leaves. “love you too” I call after him.

I get out the shower and go to Gyu’s closet and pull out his favorite sweatshirt and pull it over my head, it’s slightly too big for me, but I don’t care. I go down into the kitchen, Beomgyu is standing by the stove making the ramen, I go behind him and wrap my arms around him. “oh, you startled me!” he says turning around to kiss me. “feeling better”

“a bit, less stuffy, my nose still itches but not as bad”

“how about you take an antihistamine, there are some in the cabinet”

“okay, thanks” I say unwrapping myself from his arms, and going to the cabinet. “your coffee is over there” he points with one hand over to the table. “thanks” I say flashing him a smile.

After the ramen finishes the two of us sit on the couch and eat, while drinking our coffee, just catching up on life. And honestly, even though things didn’t go according to plan, I don’t care, because it’s like Beomgyu said: I don’t care what I do as long as I’m with you.

Damn I feel single

#idol snz #idol sickfic #txt #taegyu #i feel very single

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misscorn · 4 years ago

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Day 2 Flowers/Lovey Dovey

@takaritsuweek :D

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Takano Masamune was really, sincerely trying here.

He had been in plenty of relationships before, (if you could count his one night stands as relationships) but he had never cared about any of them like how he cared about he and Ritsu's relationship (again, if you could call what they had a relationship. Masamune did, but Ritsu didn't, so...it was complicated).

Ten years had gone by and Masamune was still a total sucker for the guy!

Yes, Masamune was a lovelorn, idiotic, sucker for one Onodera Ritsu, but Masamune was also a man of his word and he had told Ritsu that he intended to be completely lovey dovey with him. Masamune found that lately he wasn't quite living up to that promise, which was a wrong that needed to be righted immediately.

That was how he found himself in his current predicament: agonizing over what flowers to choose to give to Ritsu. Flowers were a classic gesture of affection and they'd certainly brighten up the place in Ritsu's warzone of an apartment. However, Masamune didn't want to just pick up any bouquet and run out with it. He wanted it to be nice, maybe even perfect if he could dare to hope to meet such a standard.

Masamune had never done anything like this, had never really tried very hard (rather, had never tried at all) in any of his relationships, so who could blame him for being a little lost?

Ugh, if only he knew what kind of flowers Ritsu liked! But it wasn't like he could ask without raising suspicion. He wanted this to be a surprise. Plus, he doubted Ritsu would even tell him since, according to the brunette, they technically still weren't 'dating' so 'Masamune would have no reason to need to know that' or whatever. Masamune rolled his eyes briefly at the thought of Ritsu's never ending denial before he refocused.

"Excuse me, sir, may I be of assistance?"

Masamune spared the employee a glance, taking in the rather tall, dark haired man. He instinctively went to dismiss him and assure him he was fine before stopping himself.

"Actually, I could use some help. I want to surprise the person I love with flowers, but I don't know which ones to get." Masamune explained.

"Some flowers have certain meanings. If there's a specific message you're trying to convey to your loved one I could help you make a custom boquet!" The employee offered with a shiny, almost too-white smile.

Masamune slowly nodded along as he listened. "Yes, please, I'd like that."

Ritsu ignored the first knock on his door.

He wasn't expecting any company and therefore he was not obligated to answer, or at least that's how he justified it. He was a hardworking adult who deserved just a minute of peace. Whoever was at his door could allow him that. Unless the building was on fire, he didn't want to hear it.

Of course, Ritsu wasn't that lucky and the knocker wasn't that easily deterred.

Once there was another knock Ritsu knew right away who it was and that made him want to answer the door even less. However, Ritsu knew there could be consequences for ignoring his neighbor/boss/ex lover/current lover(?). So, he took a deep breath and forced himself to stand from his couch. He opened the front door and was not surprised to find Takano standing there, but was surprised to find Takano standing there with flowers.

"Um...hello Takano-san. How can I help you?" Ritsu asked as he leaned slightly away from the bouquet.

"I came over to give you these." Masamune said, holding out the flowers toward him. The bouquet consisted of purple lilac for first love, violets for loyalty, devotion and faithfulness and forget-me-nots for...well, its in the name.

Ritsu's nose scrunched as it already started to tickle. "Why?" Ritsu asked. It wasn't his birthday, was it? Or, oh God, was this about to be followed up with some terrible news? Were the flowers being used to soften the blow? Was Ritsu being fired?

"Because I wanted to. Because I love you. I don't think I need any other reasons than that." Masamune stated.

Masamune had gotten Ritsu flowers? Just because? God, he wasn't one of the maidens in the shojo mangas they edited! Ritsu couldn't be won over with such gestures! Right? He definitely couldn't be won over by something like this. His heart definitely wasn't beating fast and he didn't have butterflies in his stomach and he wasn't shoving down the urge to smile. Ritsu's eyes were also beginning to water, but that was not from happiness and it reminded him that he had to reject the gift.

Ritsu took a deep breath and felt his cheeks start to burn with embarrassment as he spoke. "W-While I appreciate the gesture, T-Takano-san, I cannot accept." He somehow managed to splutter out a coherent sentence much to his own surprise. Even though the bouquet (secretly) made him happy, he couldn't take it.

Masamune frowned at the professional and impersonal tone. Ritsu's rejection, as polite as it may be, still twisted his heart in ugly, awful, painful ways. "Why not?" He asked. "Do you not like them?"

"That's not the issue." Ritsu sniffled and took a step back. "Th-they're very pretty! It's just, I'm just-" Ritsu cut himself off, turning away from Masamune to sneeze three times in a row. He sniffled and took another step back. "I'm-" another sneeze. "-allergic."

Masamune wanted to smack himself.

"I'm so sorry." Masamune apologized immediately. "I'm such an idiot-I didn't even think-" he huffed, frustrated with himself. Damn it, he just can't get this lovey dovey stuff right, can he? Ritsu sneezing once more snapped him out of his thoughts.

"I-its okay!" Ritsu assured through his sniffles. "You didn't know."

Damn it, Ritsu was already sounding congested too. "I'll just get rid of these, sorry again." Masamune sighed.

Ritsu frowned to himself as it seemed like a waste. "Well, um, th-thank you anyway." He said, swallowing hard as he glanced away from Masamune to try to build up some courage. "I-its really the thought that counts. It was swe...swee...swe-ACHOO!" Ritsu sneezed once more. Ugh, I feel gross now, he thought. And his eyes were getting so itchy! They were probably red.

"Yup, I'm definitely getting rid of these." Masamune said, taking a step away from Ritsu, which wasn't something he ever thought he would voluntarily do. "How about after I get rid of the flowers, I make up for this by cooking you dinner?"

"Y-You don't have to do that." Ritsu denied automatically, almost as if it were routine.

"I want to. Please?"

"...Fine. Let me take some medicine and you get rid of those and then I'll come over."

Wait...had Ritsu just agreed to dinner with only a little bit of a fight? Masamune hoped he didn't look as surprised as he felt, but apparently he did as Ritsu's face turned pink and he snipped, "What? Stop staring at me and get started already!"

"Right, right, sorry. You're just so hot when you're having an allergy attack." Masamune teased.

"Shut up before I change my mind!" With that Ritsu slammed the door shut, but Masamune was smiling wide.

I guess the flowers were a good idea, after all.

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spookyhalloweennights · 4 years ago

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The Patterns of You (Artaruk: SFW)

First place fic for @featherednutcase featuring a minotaur doctor! I hope you love it! <3 If you like my work and want to read more, check out my Masterlist! As always, requests and matchups are open!

You had just moved into your own house, excited to have finally been out on your own in the world. The job you had snagged provided you with enough income to live comfortably, and the city that you were in was practically perfect. As your friends would say to you, you had everything going right and it seemed as though nothing could tear you down. However it had seemed that your good luck had run out, after moving completely into the house, you had gotten sick which had forced you to take a day off of work which was something you hated doing.

After taking some over the counter medication, you had felt good enough to return to your job the next day. Only for you to wind up in bed again with the sniffles and a raging headache, you had called the doctor’s office that was closest to your home while idly drawing patterns on your skin with a pen cap. The small flower disappearing quickly as you did so, which made a smile tug at the corner of your lips. Your friends had spoken positively of their soulmates, each one having already found their partner after scribbling down where they had lived on their skin. But you, you had received nothing back when it came to the drawings, not even an inkling as to if you actually had a soulmate. If you did, they may not have cared as much about the drawings as what you did.

The thought caused a frown to cross your features and for a moment you didn’t hear the receptionist speaking on the other end of the line. When a long sigh came from the other end of the phone, you were jolted back into reality. Apologizing quickly, you had scheduled an appointment for later that evening with a relatively new doctor. You hadn’t paid close enough attention to what his name was, you just wanted to take a nap before the appointment. Once everything was scheduled, you hung up the phone and curled up under your blanket with a box of tissues next to you.

When the alarm on your phone went off a couple hours later, you shut it off with a quiet groan, almost annoyed that you had been disturbed from such a peaceful sleep. For a brief moment you could’ve sworn you saw something written on the back of your hand but you dismissed it for the time being as you got up. Making yourself at least somewhat presentable in a pair of sweatpants and a loose fitting shirt you grabbed your keys and headed out to your car.

The drive to the doctors office was a short one, about ten minutes at tops and you had managed to find a parking spot close to the door. After you had checked in, you had waited in their waiting room, idly messing with different games on your phone. You paused in your game, getting an idea as you began to draw little flowers all over your arm, hoping for some sort of response from your soulmate as the image you had drawn with your nail lightly disappeared in the blink of an eye. When nothing came back, you sighed softly and returned to your game until your arm had become itchy, you glanced down at your arm with a smile. Finally you were getting a response.

“They’re beautiful.” Was the simple phrase scrawled in sloppy cursive read. You couldn’t help but giggle at the words on your skin.

“Thank you, it took you long enough to respond.” You wrote back, adding a small smiley face at the end of the statement. It only took a few moments before another phrase was beginning to rise up on your arm.

“I’ve been busy… I love the little notes you give me, my name is Artaruk. I may not be able to respond back, I have an appointment coming up. The work never ends.” Was the reply, you laughed quietly, looking up as the nurse had come out into the waiting room and called your name. You stood, stuffing your phone back into your pocket as you followed the nurse back into one of the exam rooms.

She had gone over the basic information before jotting down the symptoms you described to her. After promising the doctor would be in shortly, you began to trace little patterns along your arm, something to amuse yourself in the meantime. Finding out that you did in fact have a soulmate made your day about a thousand times better.

There was a gentle knock on the door before the doctor had walked in, you had nearly gasped in surprise. He was a huge black and white Minotaur with small horns, smiling at you, he greeted you warmly.

“Good evening, I am Doctor Trevino.” His voice was soothing with the hint of an accent that you couldn’t quite place your finger on. “I see you have been having symptoms akin to a cold, no?” He questioned as he looked over your file and the notes the nurse had written down.

“Correct, it’s been going on for awhile now, I just want to get better so I figured it was time I came in.” You answered honestly, watching as he typed on the too small keyboard carefully as if he was going to break it if he pressed down on the keys any harder.

“Since it’s been going on for awhile now, I’ll send some medications over for the pharmacy to fulfill, you should be better in no time.” He gave you a charming smile that no doubt would have other girls melting. But not you, you were just grateful that whatever it was you had going on would go away soon.

“Thank you doctor!” You chimed, slipping off of the table that you had been sitting on in the exam room and making your way to the receptionist desk to pay for the visit before you drove to the pharmacy.

The medication that the doctor had prescribed had worked for a short while before it went right back to square one. And the process had repeated itself several times before Dr. Trevino had made a suggestion during one of your visits.

“Have you had the house you moved into fully inspected? Sometimes things are hidden and aren’t caught right away, like mold, if you have allergies that could be what’s making this cold linger so long.” He had mentioned to you offhand, the more you had thought about it the more it had almost made sense.

You had called an inspector out, and it had turned out that the house did in fact have mold in it. It had put a damper on things and your wallet would take a hit with the removal fees, but that was all worth it once the house was cleared.

In the meantime, you had finally managed to get a number out of your soulmate, finding yourself texting them at all hours of the night when they had gotten off of their shift. While you had drawn them flowers and little notes throughout the day, they had hastily scribbled down reminders that made you laugh. Your soulmate had even gone as far as to ask you to text them every so often to make sure they had indeed done the thing they needed to.

You had asked them several times to meet up with you, and each one had been blown off as they couldn’t get off of work and you were starting to think you’d never meet them. Until they had texted you out of the blue one evening asking if you had wanted to go on a date with them the following day as they had a day off from work. You had eagerly agreed to it and he had suggested a nice café in town that you swore had the best drinks on the menu.

What you hadn’t expected was to see Doctor Trevino sitting in a booth. You had glanced around before texting your soulmate, asking where they were sitting. When you heard Doctor Trevino’s phone go off, you grinned as he responded back to the text you had sent him. Shortly after your phone had vibrated with the new text, you walked over and slid into the booth seat across from him. A look of surprise had crossed his features momentarily before he smiled at you sheepishly.

“I didn’t expect it to be you but this is a pleasant surprise.” He began with a quiet laugh, you nodded in agreement.

“Well, it’s nice to finally meet you Doctor Trevino, or should I call you Artaruk?” You asked teasingly, the waitress swinging by your table to take your orders.

“Artaruk please.” He answered with a smile. The waitress appeared a few moments later with both of your drinks in hand.

The date had gone over really well, and you had left the café in high spirits. You had talked about everything and anything that had come to mind. But the main thing had been why he hadn’t bothered to respond to any of your other questions that you had written on your skin for your soulmate to, he had soothed your worries, explaining that he had seen each and every question. But he was a bit of a scatterbrain and would forget to write an answer back, or at times he was too busy to respond. He was a doctor that traveled from one practice to another, wherever they needed him he went.

Enough so that you had eventually agreed to go out with him a second time, and then a third. But eventually, you had managed to get yourself sick again. Catching a cold from one of your coworkers had you bed-ridden for a week. Artaruk had even used some of his days off to come take care of you despite you being rather needy at times. It was worse this time around, and it almost seemed as though as soon as you had started to feel the slightest bit better, it immediately got worse again. Artaruk had scolded you multiple times as you would do things that you shouldn’t be while you were sick.

“It’s still not going down.” He huffed, checked your temperature for the tenth time that day, a deep frown covering his features as he retrieved the bowl of soup he had made you. You hadn’t been able to keep much down other than the soup and saltine crackers that he had crushed up and mixed into the soup.

“I’ll be fine, nothing I haven’t dealt with before.” You croaked out, your throat sore from all the coughing you had been doing, the cough drops he had gotten you weren’t helping much either. You had figured that all you would need to do was ride the storm out.

You had propped yourself up enough that you could take the bowl from his hands, shooting him a thankful smile as you began to eat it. While you didn’t eat much, it was enough to satisfy the minotaur when you had said that you were done.

“I don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t have you making me food.” You sniffed, the Minotaur playfully rolling his eyes at you.

“Probably not make it through these trying times.” He huffed a laugh before reaching down to ruffle your hair lovingly.

You smiled and shifted, scooting over in your bed so that he could join you. “Snuggle me?” You asked innocently.

For a moment it had seemed as though he was debating on if he should or not before he finally sighed in defeat. Climbing into the bed next to you, he held open his arms and you had instantly snuggled right against his chest. His fur was short but still really soft and you never got tired of messing with it when you could. He had pressed a kiss to your forehead as you finally began to drift off to sleep, the first time you had felt comfortable since getting this sick.

With Artaruk taking care of you, considering that he was a doctor after all, you were feeling better in no time. A couple of days after he had started taking care of you, you finally felt well enough to go back to work which was something you were grateful for. Although a couple of nights after you had started going back to work, you had come home one evening to find your minotaur sprawled out on the couch with a dozen tissues scattered around the floor. He had glanced up at the sound of the door opening and merely gave you a half-hearted wave before laying back down with a groan.

“Not feeling so well?” You asked almost teasingly, setting your bag down by the door as you walked over to him and placed your hand against his forehead. He felt warmer than he normally did, so you had begun to set to work. “I told you to take the day off, call in sick and rest up but no, you didn’t want to listen to me and instead had gone into work to help them out.” You huffed at the bull who had dismissed it with a wave of his hand.

“At least I wasn’t interacting with patients, it was just organizing the files and stuff that day since they heard me sniffing.” He sighed, reaching for a bottle of water that was on the coffee table right beside him. You could only laugh in response to his excuse. Remembering how the two of you had bickered about whether or not he should go to work, you walked into the kitchen and began to make soup for him.

As the smell drifted throughout the small house, he gave a quiet chuckle. “Thank you.” He hummed, climbing up off the couch and walking into the kitchen, only to rest his chin on your shoulder. You laughed in response and playfully nudged him.

“Hey now, back up there mister, I don’t need to be getting sick again, I just got better and one of us needs to be bringing in the money for this house.” You teased, Artaruk merely huffed in response before sitting down at the table. It wasn’t long before you felt the familiar itching of your arm, glancing down you noticed there was a little heart and all you could do was smile in response to it.

“I love you too, but I think you need to listen to me better next time. Especially since I’m the one who gets sick the most.” You chided, the bull laughing in response to the statement before coughing.

Plopping a bowl of soup down in front of him, you sat across from him at the kitchen table. He eyed the bowl warily before taking a spoonful of soup. You were going to treat him exactly how he treated you when you were sick, and you were going to enjoy every second of it. When he was done and you had felt he ate enough, you had cleaned up before motioning to the shared bedroom.

Once inside, he had plopped down on the bed before tugging the covers up over him. Closing his eyes and drifting off into a light sleep, you ran your fingers through his soft fur. “Sleep well Doctor, I hope this passes quickly for you.”

#exophilia #monster #monster lover #monsters #monster x reader #monster boyfriend #minotaur #minotaur x reader #minotaur lover #minotaurs #soulmates #Spooky'sWriting #sfw #spookyhalloweennights

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ukulelecal · 4 years ago

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Sniffles

In which you suffer from season allergies and have a sleepless night.

Pairing: Michael Clifford x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1.2k

A/N: my allergies have me feeling awful and looking literally grotesque so i wrote this. just a short lil thing for all my sexy bitches with hay fever

You were convinced that Michael’s sighs were starting to turn from sympathetic to annoyed.

You couldn’t blame him. Hay fever wasn’t only a pain in the ass for you; your constant sneezing and sniffling wasn’t exactly pleasant for the people around you, either. Michael, however, was always patient. He made sure the house was plenty stocked with tissues and always reminded you to take your medicine and use your eye drops. He understood that you weren’t feeling well and did his best to take care of you.

Although he would never say it out loud, you knew deep down it could get a little frustrating when you often felt too congested to do anything fun and when he had to share a bed with you when your allergies kept you up at night.

This night was a particularly rough one. No matter how many times you blew your nose, it always seemed to clog up again soon after, sneeze after sneeze racking your body. No amount of eye drops could fend off the itchiness and the skin around your eyes was sore and raw from rubbing them so much.

As much as you tried to be quiet, you could feel Michael flinch awake beside you every time, just about to fall asleep when you let out a sneeze, reached for a tissue, or rolled over to be able to breathe better. He would always let out a sympathetic sigh and press a kiss to whatever his lips could reach first before starting to drift off again.

The most recent sigh due to the most recent sneeze seemed a little more aggressive, a little more forceful and less sympathetic. Maybe you were overreacting, as Michael always said it didn’t bother him, but you felt bad. It wasn’t fair that he had to stay up just because you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep.

“I’m sorry, babe,” you whispered with guilt. You crawled out of Michael’s grasp and stood, grabbing a couple pillows and the box of tissues that you kept on your nightstand. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Hm? What?” It took him a moment to register what you said in his half asleep state, but he realized it as soon as his eyes adjusted in the dark to see you out of bed with pillows in your arms. “Why?”

“I’m keeping you up.”

“No, you’re not keeping me up,” he fibbed groggily, reaching across the bed to grab at your arm. You were keeping him up, if he was being honest, but he was never going to complain about it. He never lied when he said he didn’t mind. He knew you couldn’t help it and he preferred to have you near to comfort and help you, whether or not he got a good night’s sleep.

“Yes, I am. I’ll be fine, don’t worry. You have to get up early for the studio tomorrow, you need to sleep.”

“I won’t get any sleep without you.”

“You won’t get any sleep if I’m in here, either.”

Michael huffed and you could just make out the pout on his lips in the darkness.

“I’d rather not get any sleep listening to you sneeze all night than not get any sleep knowing you’re downstairs not feeling well by yourself. Just stay, angel, please. I promise you’re not bothering me.”

It was your turn to huff. You still felt bad, but if neither of you were going to get any sleep, you might as well be together. Michael’s pout transformed into a sleepy grin when you set the pillows and tissues down. He lifted his arm as an invitation for you to lie underneath it, and you gladly accepted. You pressed your back to his chest, always wanting to face away from him at night so you wouldn’t accidentally sneeze on him.

“How about we put on a movie?” He mumbled, fingertips trailing up and down your arm. “It’ll help you fall asleep.”

“You won’t sleep, though.”

“I’ll turn it off once you’re asleep. It’s fine.”

Michael was the type that needed complete silence and complete darkness to fall asleep. The only sounds he could fall asleep to was the sound of a fan, and after years of touring, the sound of a bus. And once he met you, the sound of your soft breathing always made him feel at ease. Everything else was too distracting. Even white noise such as nature sounds kept him up. Movies were completely out of the question with their dialogue and music, and the light from the television. You, on the other hand, were always able to fall asleep during movies. You could turn the sound into background noise and let it lull you to sleep. You still felt bad about keeping him up but you agreed to let him put something on. He got to pick, knowing you wouldn’t be awake too long to care.

Soon enough, your sneezes stopped and your breathing evened out, albeit a bit raspy from your congestion. He clicked off the television and pulled you closer. He let your breaths and the knowledge that your allergies couldn’t bother you while you were asleep soothe him to sleep as well.

…

You managed to stay asleep most of the night, although you did wake up feeling absolutely awful a few times. Michael’s soft snores and warm chest always quickly coaxed you back to sleep before you completely woke up. You didn’t fully wake up until you felt Michael’s weight leave the bed. Time for him to go to the studio.

You stayed in bed until you heard him grab his phone off his nightstand and walk around to your side. He paused, as if debating on waking you up or not. You peeled your crusty eyes open, not wanting to let him leave without a goodbye.

“Hey, you,” he whispered with a grin. “How are you feeling today?”

“Not great. It’ll be better once I take my medicine, though.”

He hummed and sat on the edge of the bed next to you. He took in your puffy eyes and nasal voice, thankful that he wasn’t cursed with seasonal allergies but knowing he would take them on if it meant you didn’t have them.

“Did you sleep well?” He asked, grabbing your hand that stuck out from under the sheets. You nodded softly.

“‘Cause I stayed with you,” you mumbled lovingly. Michael chuckled, bending down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“Knew it. You should go back to sleep for a while, we were up late.”

“I’ll try,” you sigh and sniffle. “Wish you could, too.”

Feigning an illness and staying home to cuddle suddenly seemed tempting, but Michael knew he was needed for vocals at the studio.

“Not today, angel.” He bent down again and kissed your lips this time. “Shouldn’t be too long. I’ll see you soon, okay? Don’t forget your medicine.”

“I won’t,” you giggle. “Love you, babe. Have a good day.”

“Love you, angel.”

You managed to get another hour or so of sleep before daily duties forced you out of bed, regardless of how awful you felt. Michael texted you a few times throughout the day to check on you and make sure you remembered your meds. You got plenty of cuddles from him once he got home, finally getting a decent night’s sleep knowing that you had a partner who loved and cared for you deeply.

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