#we though my lack of energy was coming from my sleep medicine

[fatkish]

Demon Child 10:

(Third to last chapter I have planned. T^T)

You and Shinobu continued on your way to the butterfly estate. When you got there, Shinobu brought you to a room and made sure to give you a pitcher of water and a cup to drink from. While Everyone began the Hashira training, you would be in your room, collecting your saliva and tears. Shinobu gave you a bowl to cry and drool into. The plan was to mix your healing tears and saliva with medicine so that the swordsman of the corps would have a better chance at survival. Once the drool/tear mixture was mixed with pain relieving medicine, it would be bottled into small vials.

You laid on a bed with your face hanging over one of the sides. You struggled to drool and cry so Shinobu suggested that you think of sad things in order to cry and tasty food or bite your tongue to drool. You thought back to how everyone could or would die when fighting Muzan. You thought of losing everyone. You thought about them defeating Muzan only to die from their marks or wounds. You thought of how you would end up all alone again. Without realizing it, you began to cry. You bit your tongue, causing your mouth to water and drool to seep out into the bowl.

You don’t know how long you had continued to cry and drool for because you had cried yourself to sleep. When Shinobu entered the room, she saw you were asleep. Looking down she saw that you had filled the bowl a decent amount. She picked up the bowl and brought it to Aoi who began to mix it and bottle it. As you slept, you found yourself back at that mountain where you met the man who taught you to use your blood demon art. You walked up to the house and found him inside. You went and sat next to him. “I can tell you are upset, what causes you to be sad?” He asked. You looked up at him and laid your head on his thigh.

“All my friends are gonna die. Even if they beat Muzan, they die from the marks” you said. You sniffled as you tried not to cry. “I see. You must not have known this, but you possess the ability to negate the effects of the demon slayer mark. Just as you healed the Ubuyashiki’s of their curse, you can heal your friends. But it will come with a cost. Once you heal them, they can no longer use breathing techniques other than the basics. If they do, if they use breathing styles after being healed, their marks will return, and you won’t be able to fix them.” He spoke.

You looked up at him from in his lap. “I can save my friends? How does I do that?” You asked. “The same way I taught you before. Focus on your intent to heal, channel it into energy, and then focus that energy on your friend and release it.” He told you. You thought on it for a moment, memorizing the information. You then realized something, “how you know all this?” You asked him. The man smiled and gentle pet your head. “Because I knew your mother. She wanted to bring life into the world instead of taking it. When I met her, she had been trying for a long time to have a child but was unsuccessful. She suspected that she needed something for her cells to bond to, to fuse with, so she asked me if I knew anyone who would be willing to donate genetic material for her cells to fuse with. I didn’t really see an issue with it, so I said yes.” He spoke.

He held a solemn look on his face despite his usual lack of emotion. “It must have taken many years for her to successfully create a child. One who was half human and half demon without her body attacking the child. It would seem as though she gave her life in order to create one.” He told you. “I had a mama? Who she?” You looked up at the man expectantly. He just looked down at you and softly smiled. “Her name was Minako. Minako Kibutsuji.” Your eyes widened recognizing that name. “You have the power to fight Muzan and defeat him, she made sure of it. We believe in you. It seems as though our time is up” he said as the world around you began to fade.

You looked around you at your fading surroundings. You still had one question on your mind. “Who you?” You asked. “My name is Yoriichi Tsugikuni” was the last thing you heard him say. What you didn’t hear him say was that he was your father. He smiled as he knew that you wouldn’t be returning. He was happy to have met his child. He and Uta hadn’t been able to have their child and live together. You would never replace his unborn child that died, but he still thought of you as his own. He loves you just as he loves Uta and his unborn child. He was happy that you had friends, he just hoped that you would be able to do what he couldn’t.

When you woke up, you were faced with a beautiful woman who had purple eyes and black hair. She smiled gently at you as you stared at her. “Hello little one, my name is Tamayo, it’s nice to meet you.” She said. You were curious as to who this lady was as you didn’t recognize her. “Ah, y/n, it seems you’ve met our guest. Would you like to help us make medicine? You’ve already supplied us with plenty of your saliva and tears.” Shinobu asked. You remembered what the man had said and it filled you with an intense desire to train. “I go train” you said. You got up and left the room. You began to head straight for Gyomei’s estate in the mountains as you wanted to be strong like him.

“Oh my, I wonder what’s gotten into them?” Shinobu said. “It could be that they realized who they really are.” Tamayo said. “And what would you mean by that?” Shinobu asked. “They are the offspring of Kibutsuji’s sister. They are the key to defeating Muzan Kibutsuji.” Tamayo informed Shinobu. Shinobu’s eyes widened as she wasn’t expecting that. She quickly made sure to inform the master of this new information. Unaware that Kagaya had known this all along. His family had been watching over Minako while she was alive, but after giving birth, they didn’t realize that she had died in order to bring life into this world. Kagaya had ordered each of the Hashira to carry two vials of your healing elixir on them. That way when the time came to fight, they would have the ability to heal fatal injuries, twice.

You continued on your way to Gyomei’s estate when you met up with Genya. You walked with him to Gyomei’s estate and were determined to get beefy like Gyomei. When you saw Gyomei you ran over to him and grabbed onto his legs. “Teach me be super strong like you!” You shouted as you looked up at him. Gyomei tilted his head down, as if he were looking at you. “I do not know if that is wise little y/n. But your sentiment is very much appreciated. Namu amida butsu. Such a kind child.” Gyomei spoke. You frowned as you wanted to be strong enough to help your friends.

When Gyomei left, you tried to stand under the waterfall but got washed away immediately by the river’s current. Genya had to save you and forbade your from going back to the waterfall or the deeper waters. You saw some other people were carrying logs and running with them so you tried to do that. You tried to lift a log and managed to lift it above you, you called to Genya who was shocked, but he quickly became horrified when the log slipped from your fingers and trapped you under it. Genya had to stifle his laughter as you looked kind of like a beetle squirming with your arms and legs in the air. Genya lifted the log off of you and decided that he would help you since you were determined. He set up a small training area for you.

Gyomei observed from the shadows as you struggled to lift rocks that were tied to ropes over a branch. You struggled to carry small logs on your shoulders as you ran. Everything you attempted to do, you struggled with. This caused Gyomei to cry as he was both worried about you yet moved by your determination. It took weeks but finally you were able to lift the rocks that were tied over a branch. You were able to run with the logs on your shoulders. Some of the other demon slayers were amazed at your determination and strength.

When Tanjiro arrived, you decided you were ready to try the waterfall again. Straining the muscles in your legs, you walked through the river’s currents and stood beneath the waterfall. You copied the other demon slayers and stood beneath there. What you didn’t realize was that your body was physically changing, transforming to adapt to what your were putting it through. Tanjiro was amazed and congratulated you on what you had accomplished. You smiled at him and continued to train. You and Tanjiro trained together and progressed through Gyomei’s training. Unaware of Gyomei observing you both.

After some time, Tanjiro had managed to push his boulder through a village just as Gyomei had instructed him to. You were still struggling since you were half of Tanjiro’s height. When Tanjiro left, he said goodbye to you before leaving. You stayed with Genya and began working on your blood demon art. Genya helped you by creating multiple dummy targets out of wood for you. You both trained, him on his aiming with the gun and you with your bubble. You managed to learn how to summon your bubble on command and you learned how to control the attacks within it.

The dummies you trained with were sliced into pieces and you trained on accuracy. You were able to target certain things and avoid others. Your training had gone well. One night, you were with Genya when you sensed a malicious presence. You knew this presence, you knew this evil. Muzan Kibutsuji was near. You looked at Genya and were about to warn him when you both heard a loud boom. You looked off into the distance and saw a massive cloud of fire and smoke. There had been an explosion. You knew that area, that was in the direction of Kagaya’s home. You were about to run off in that direction when you and Genya fell through a Shoji door on the ground.

You and Genya began to fall into a maze like palace of doors, rooms, hallways and stairways. As you fell you grabbed onto Genya and didn’t let go. You created a bubble around you both to cushion your landing. When Genya got up, you jumped onto his shoulders and you both began to run through the place. As Genya ran, you would use your blood demon art to slice any demons you came across. Unlike other demons, you can kill demons with your blood demon art. Perhaps it’s the Kibutsuji cells in your body that gives your blood demon art the ability to kill them.

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[beautifulreflections]

Blog Post 4: Looking back to move forward.

Blog Post 4: Looking back to move forward.

This week I’m remembering the why. I truly believe your willpower will only be as strong as your why. So, I’m taking you back to my why, which takes us back almost six years to the birth of my second son. It was a beautiful day, when He was born with His big brown eyes and brown hair making me the proud mom of two healthy boys. Except I still remember the nurse coming in every hour and pricking my youngest son’s feet. It was horrible. I was tired, He was tired, my husband was tired, and all I wanted to do was sleep, but the nurse had to check His blood sugar.

Why? Well because I had gestational diabetes all during the pregnancy leading up to the birth of my second son. My Dad had triple bypass surgery about three years ago, His mom had type 2 diabetes and later developed Alzheimer’s, and my aunt has type two diabetes as well. The gene pool clearly wasn’t flowing in my favor and the sickness seemed to trickle right down to me. The symptoms were low mood and a lack of energy, but I was mom. So, I chalked it up to job description. I mean, all moms are exhausted right? Apparently, these were warning signs of what was to come, I just didn’t know that at the time.

I ate sugar free chocolate pudding every day after dinner to curb my sweet tooth in a healthy way and took walks when my sugar was especially elevated. After I had my son, and after the heartache of hearing Him cry when the nurse checked His blood sugar, I moved on with life, sweets, and all. But a couple years ago I was diagnosed with chronic gastritis and acid reflux. So, this is when I became a vegan. I let go of the meats and cheeses, filled up the fridge with vegetables, and watched many documentaries about how diet is connected to overall health. My favorite documentary is still “What the Health” by Kip Anderson. In this documentary, Kip uncovers the secret to reversing chronic diseases.

After years of living a vegan lifestyle and seeing the health benefits including clear skin, good digestion, and overall increase in energy, I began to get lax in my efforts and became a vegetarian, and now I eat meat again. The point is that those habits are only as effective as my ability to maintain these healthy eating choices consistently and over a long period of time. Now I am focusing on eating healthy foods overall. I’m pulling back out those old but loved vegan recipes including crispy tofu with quinoa and steak seasoned zucchini. I even put some of the candy from my Christmas bag into the communal candy pile for someone else to devour. This may sound small to you, but it’s a big deal for me.

I said no to Super Bowl brownies and key lime cake last night, as well as all the diet sodas that I used to love. My favorite soda used to be cherry coke zero. The point is that Americans, myself included, consume too much sugar. I know I did, and I now must come up with a game plan to leave the sugar where it needs to stay, on the shelf for special occasions. According to the American Heart Association Americans on average consume 20 teaspoons of sugar per day while the recommended daily amount of sugar is 6 teaspoons for women and 9 teaspoons for men. Beverages make up most of our sugar consumption at a whopping 47% which include soft drinks, sports drinks, energy drinks, coffee, and tea. The second leading cause of excess sugar comes from snacks and sweets at 31%.

The point is, sugar consumption has gotten way out of control, especially in the United States, and we need to be aware of the risks associated with excess sugar which include chronic inflammation, tooth decay, acne, advanced skin aging, weight gain and obesity, diabetes and insulin resistance, cardiovascular disease, high blood pressure, brain loss, cancer, and premature death. Sugar though sweet can be deadly. It’s recommended by John Hopkins Medicine that we avoid sodas and other sugar sweetened beverages, reach for fruits instead of candy, cookies, or other sweet treats, read ingredient labels, and watch for sugar aliases. As it turns out, smoothies with no added sugar still taste sweet because that’s how they are made naturally. If we stop and think before we run to the sweets isle, in the future we will be happy with the choices we make.

            “Always begin with the end in mind.” - Ellen Muth

References:

“How much sugar is too much?” American Heart Association. https://www.heart.org/en/healthy-living/healthy-eating/eat-smart/sugar/how-much-sugar-is-too-much

Ndumele, Chiadi. “Obesity, Sugar, and Heart Health.” Johns Hopkins Medicine. https://www.hopkinsmedicine.org/health/wellness-and-prevention/obesity-sugar-and-heart-health

[misseasybake]

Had a dream about playing ball with my friend. It was volleyball. That friend had an injured wrist, but she still played with me. She's a serious player, so her serves were pretty good. I didn't force her to play. I'm not as good at volleyball as her, but I still managed to catch her serves occasionally. For some reason, it appeared like I was better at soccer even though I don't play it. Also, I saw two cats. One was small and black, and the other one was big, gray and black. They seemed friendly with me and with each other. They even petted each other. Also, the same night, I dreamt about my other friend. She used to live in the same neighborhood as me, but now she's studying medicine in Poland. She also used to go running with me sometimes. I usually go running during summer, but this seemed more like a spring in my dream because people wore warmer clothes. I was running and then accidentally came over my friend. She was running as well. I didn't want to start the conversation (I find it boring talking to her), so I just lowered my eyes to the phone and continued running. As she was running in my direction, we eventually crossed paths, but she still seemed to recognize me. I kept on running, but around 30 seconds later, I received a phone call from that friend saying she saw me running and that she was gonna catch up. I was not too fond of the invitation but still agreed to it because I didn't want any conflict to unfold that could disturb my training. We then ran together, and that's it.

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Volleyballs or playing the sport of volley ball indicates good health, sport, and competition.

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You need to be independent

Cats are frequently used as a metaphor for independence and self-sufficiency in dreams. Maybe you sense a lack of freedom or control in your waking life. You are being urged by your subconscious to set boundaries and make an impact.

Long-lasting love

Cats are a symbol of unconditional affection and nurturing female energy. Your subconscious may be trying to tell you that you need more love, closeness, or quality time with your loved ones if you dream that a cat is comforting you, patting you, or sleeping on your lap. Make an effort to maintain relationships with close friends or relatives.

You should confront your phobias

Dreaming of black cats may represent overcoming anxieties or other unpleasant emotions that you have been avoiding. The cat could be a symbol of stress, sorrow, or prior trauma. Your unconscious mind is urging you to address these emotional problems so you can move past them. You will become psychologically and emotionally better by confronting your fears and insecurities, even if it will be challenging.

Change is imminent

Being creatures of habit, cats frequently signify approaching change in dreams when they appear in unexpected situations. For instance, if you dream of a cat in a strange location, your subconscious is preparing you for a new circumstance that will come up in your reality. Though the change can be disconcerting, trust that you'll stand your ground. Any transformation you encounter will be guided by your instincts.

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Playing volleyball with your injured friend might symbolize cooperation and support despite obstacles. Your proficiency in catching her serves could reflect your adaptability and ability to handle challenges. The presence of cats, particularly the small black one and the big gray and black one, might represent aspects of your personality or relationships. Cats are often associated with independence, intuition, and mystery. Their friendly interaction could symbolize harmony and balance in your life. The mention of soccer, despite not playing it, could suggest untapped potential or unexpected abilities within yourself.

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It seems like your dream reflects some underlying feelings and dynamics in your relationship with this friend. Running can symbolize progress, movement, or pursuit of goals. Your reluctance to engage in conversation with your friend may suggest a lack of interest or connection in certain aspects of your relationship. However, the fact that she recognized you and reached out to catch up indicates that she still values the connection and wants to maintain it.

Your agreement to run together despite your initial reluctance could represent a willingness to maintain harmony and avoid conflict, even if it means compromising on your preferences. It could also symbolize a sense of duty or obligation to maintain the relationship, even if it's not your preferred way of spending time.

Overall, the dream may be highlighting themes of communication, boundaries, and compromise in your relationships, particularly with this friend who seems to be reaching out despite your reservations. It could be worth reflecting on how you navigate these dynamics in your waking life and whether there are any adjustments you'd like to make to better align with your needs and boundaries.

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[yay-depression]

my dad just sent me an article on the like over-prescription of psychotropic medicine and i’m gonna fucking scream, maybe at him, we’ll see

[thethousandyearwitch]

It's a short Pier- It's a long walk home.

!!Prion Disease Pariston !!

“Familial Insomnia. All of your symptoms -the weight loss, the mood changes, the double visions- the insomnia. It all comes back to that.” “F-F-I. You’re missing an F in the acronym.” Ging spoke up. His throat felt dry. “Ah, I-” “I can take a guess.” Pariston smiled. It wasn’t taunting or snide or teasing. It looked empty. “Fatal.” ------

Pariston gets diagnosed with Fatal Familial Insomnia, and will have to cope with what that means for his life and relationships. Or will he?

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The human brain is a complex organ. Despite humanity's best efforts, its full capabilities and mechanisms are still mostly a mystery. A part of the brain's blood supply can be cut off for a time and the person could still make a full recovery. Someone could walk around one minute perfectly fine, then collapse dead on the ground in the next due to a burst blood vessel. 

Modern Medicine and Nen based medical practices have made great advances in the past years. 

But due to the complexity of the bodily control system, there are some things that cannot be fixed, cannot be cured. Symptoms and stresses of a disease can be relieved, quality of life can be accommodated as much as possible, but palliative care is the only long-term treatment. 

A comfortable way to die. 

A wide variety of neurological symptoms and the way they can present in different patients makes a firm diagnosis something difficult, misdiagnoses can happen due to the smallest mistakes. 

“Did you two get into a fight- Like an actual one this time? → Pariston” 

Cheadle mustered him from across the table with a furrowed brow. She has long stopped trying to supress the subconscious need to always address someone by their name while speaking. Some Neurological specialties don’t need necessarily need fixing. 

“What makes you think so?” 

She expects a quip, a tease, a false grin with distractingly white teeth. Pariston Hill may be the most unpleasant and uncomfortable person Cheadle had ever had the displeasure of working with, but there was a sort of comfort in their antagonistic play and routine they had found in each other. 

Until recently. 

“You have been quieter, which in usual circumstances I’d be grateful for, however; It’s becoming eerie. You also just look pathetic. → Pariston” 

A single raised eyebrow in response. 

“You’re pale and look like you’re sinking into yourself. If it’s the flu, I’d appreciate it if you’d stay home and not infect the entire office. → Pariston”  

He did look paler than usual, his eyes were reddened and lined with gray circles, sunken in. 

“How sweet of you to care, dearest Cheadle. I have just been losing some precious sleep. Must be all of my busy, important responsibilities keeping me up.” He forced a tired smile, though it lacked bite or any of the usual grandiose. 

Apathy. Loss of sleep. Possible weight loss. A bell goes off in her head, but it’s impolite to try and diagnose colleagues. 

—

It took another two weeks until Pariston sought out help by himself. 

The Zodiac meeting had been numbingly boring, and he did not have the energy to spice it up, too many lucid dreams had been preventing him from getting well rested. All he wanted was for the day to end, to go home and fall into a soft bed with expensive linen.

He had poured himself cup after cup of coffee until then. But when he tried to grasp the cup, keep his caffeine levels up-

crash-

All heads turned towards him, hand still mid air where he thought he was taking the cup, but instead had just shoved it off the counter. 

“Whoops~! Well, what do we have a faithful clean-up crew for, am I right?” He beamed a smile at everyone and returned to his seat. 

“What a waste of good coffee.” Ging mumbled and leered at Pariston. What’s going on? He could practically read the question in his eyes. 

“If you think that’s good coffee, I feel sorry for your taste buds.” Another light laugh. He’d refuse to even look in Ging’s direction for the rest of the meeting. Instead, “Oh, Dear Cheadle, I have a matter of utmost importance to discuss with you after this, I’m sure you don’t mind me borrowing some of your precious time.” 

“...Of course. → Pariston”

–

“Double Vision? → Pariston”

“Well, mostly on my left side. And not all the time. But you can see how it can make events like today a little…” He waved a hand around as if grasping for words, “...embarrassing.” Pariston had sat down on the large desk in his office, legs crossed, as if the height advantage would make the conversation any less uncomfortable. 

“If you fix this for me, I am certain we can find a way to compensate you that will also keep this behind closed doors. Didn’t you mention some much needed vacation time? It may just be, that I know a guy who’s in chaaarge~.” 

“You don’t have to bribe me into doing my doctorly duty. It’s frowned upon. If you could just come with me into the clinic, I could-”

“No clinic, no no no.” He waved a chastising finger in front of her nose. “What are the people supposed to think if they see me walk in there?”

“...That you’re sick? →Pariston”

“I don’t get sick, Cheadle. I’m the epitome of health, something that should be admired and not questioned.” Or exploited for pity if absolutely necessary, but he didn’t have to tell her that.

Cheadle gave an exhausted sigh, fingers on her temple. “Alright, fine. At least let me get a history, and we’ll see what I can do with it. →Pariston”

He gave a confident nod, though with his sunken eyes, it lacked the usual charm. Cheadle concentrated on a medical routine to suppress her need to repeat his name.

“How long have you had double vision?”

“About 3 weeks.”

“Any other strange symptoms that have recently appeared?”

“Oh, nothing wild. I’ve been sleeping a little worse than usual. That may have made me a bit more…jumpy?”

“Significant Weight Loss?”

“My, I didn’t think anyone would notice~” He smiled as if it were a casual compliment.

“How much, approximately?”

“Maybe around 10kg in the last half year. I’ve changed personal chefs, and the new one just hasn’t figured out how to cook with high end ingredients.”

Cheadle rolled her eyes, while mentally she noted everything she had just been told. 

Weight Loss at around 10kg in 6 months. Double vision. Anxiety. Insomnia. 

“Any family history of neurological diseases?” 

A half-hearted shrug. “Your guess is as good as mine.” 

“I’d like to take a couple blood tests-” He opened his mouth to interject, but Cheadle continued sternly “I’ll have them filed as routine blood work to not raise any eyebrows. I can take the samples here. →Pariston”

“See, I knew you’d be able to make such easy little adjustments.” 

She rolled her eyes at him, though there was an underlying tension, a tension that made her fear for the worst. The samples for CBC, ESR, and serum collection went out that day as an emergency.

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"Good News, you don't seem to have an infection or failing liver; Bad News, I'm forcing you to the clinic for an MRI. → Pariston"

Cheadle had read over the lab results a couple of times with a brow that furrowed deeper and deeper each time before she returned to Paristons office.

"Ah, sure." 

"You need to- Huh? → Pariston"

Pariston was sitting at his desk, pushing the same files as this morning back and forth in front of him. He nodded with a relaxed smile at her news.

"You agree to the procedure? I have a consent form that you'll have to sign-" That I was going to fake in case you were noncompliant, she did not say, for medical integrity.

"Mh, sure, let's do it." Paristons eyes seemed to be fixed at a point way in the distance, way beyond Cheadle. 

Weight Loss at around 10kg in 6 months. Double vision. Anxiety. Insomnia. Apathy. Possible changes in personality.

She let him sign the papers, offered to go through the risks and uses of the procedure with him, but his attention obviously didn't lie with her.

On their way down to the clinic, a relatively small one underground of the hunter association, Cheadle had sent a message to her staff to chase them out. VIP treatment, no witnesses.

Pariston would complain dramatically about the noise level of the MRI machine, with the same dramatics as she had gotten used to over the years, which at least granted her some relief; The Symptoms weren’t constant and didn’t seem to worsen immediately. 

“Please stay still for a little while, I’m going to grab vials for some more sampling. →Pariston” Cheadle announced over the intercom in the imaging room. 

However, when she exited to make her way to the pharmacy supply room, she encountered an intruder of the worst kind.

“What are you doing here? →Ging”

The man had been leaning against a wall casually, but the twitch of his eyes betrayed his calm. 

“I was looking for Paris and the mistress he must have, since he’s blowing off our meeting. Didn’t think we’d share similar bad tastes.”

“Very funny; Pariston is not here; And I will have to ask you to leave my clinic unless you’re here for an emergency. →Ging”

Ging pushed himself away from the wall to fully face the young woman, his stance relaxed but eyes tensing.

“I am always funny; Yes he is; My emergency is that I’d like to know where he is because otherwise he might be up to something suspicious.”

“It’s Pariston, when is he not up to something suspicious? →Ging”

Ging hesitated. It was time for Cheadles eyes to narrow and tense. “...What is going on? →Ging”

“He has just been acting a bit strange- Different strange, a kind of strange that he is trying to pretend is not happening.” He cracked his fingers, twisted his hands as if trying to endure some sharp pains. “Why is he down here?”

“With all due respect-” She sighed, “I legally can’t tell you anything. →Ging”

“Legally I am his closest living relative.” He brushed his thumb against the finger where a ring could have been, maybe be, in a relationship that could be more closely defined. 

“That only becomes relevant in case he can’t speak for himself. Until then-” She grabbed the necessary tools to take more blood and spit samples, “You leave my clinic, or else I’ll give you a real emergency to be here. →Ging”

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The MRI came back negative for any abnormalities, unknown masses in the brain, aneurysms, signs of a stroke- 

The list of possible diagnoses started to shorten drastically. Cheadle had considered doing a brain biopsy, though with no apparent abnormal tissue, it would be a needle in a haystack to find anything conclusive. 

There was one thing they haven’t tested for yet. Something Cheadle dreaded, but that slowly became unavoidable. 

“I’d like to take another blood and spit sample, for some genetic testing. → Pariston” 

He looked up from his work- the same contract he had been working on for a week now. Pariston had his suits refitted, make-up applied, just so he would at least look healthier than he felt. No one would know he hasn’t been able to sleep for about 3 weeks now. 

“Genetic testing? Don’t tell me the extensive family history I gave wasn’t enough, I’m shocked.” The extensive family history consisted of another half-hearted shrug and pointing out famous actors who may or may not be distant relatives. 

“Just give me your arm. →Pariston”

She prepared a couple of blood test tubes and searched along his arm for an acceptable vein. “Do you feel any change from the meds I’ve given you? →Pariston”

“Sleep continues to be an elusive mistress, if you mean that. Ging says I’ve been moody, I think he’s mad that I washed his whites with my pinks. Ow-”

“All done, all done. I’ll take a swab of the inside of your mouth, do not bite it. àPariston”

He probably would have made a crude joke (if he were still himself, she tried not to think), if Cheadle didn’t immediately proceed to jam the cotton swab into his mouth. 

Her hands were shaking as much as his. 

—

Cheadle called him in for more swabs.

Cheadle called the lab for more re-dos. 

The lab called with the same result each time. 

—

Ging had watched for the past weeks how Pariston warped into a muted version of himself. 

He noticed the weight loss with every touch to the waist, how his clothes started to swallow him up, how the tailor costs increased over the months. 

He noticed how, at first, Pariston would start to sleep over the day, take naps, disguise them as chances to keep Ging with him. 

And then how he’d toss and turn at night, unable to get rest, breathing only slowing after hours of repeated sleep rituals. 

At some point, his breathing never slowed. Ging knew that Pariston was just lying there, motionless, feigning sleep. 

If Pariston hadn’t sought out Cheadle himself, Ging wondered how much longer he would have put up with his charade until he’d dragged him to the clinic himself.

It’s probably some Nen curse, he thought at one point, fuck around and find out. 

A Nen curse would have been a relatively easy fix, provided the right contacts (which Ging had, even if it required pulling some bigger favours). 

But more time passed. Pariston kept sneaking to the clinic- he wasn’t fooling anyone; he must have been aware of that.

The blond eventually started looking for excuses not to sleep together anymore. ”Oh, you snore too loud.” “Oh, you keep kicking me in your sleep.” “Oh, I have to stay at the office and work.” 

Though some of the reasons may have had some truth to them, he had been able to deal with it before as well. 

Pariston used to be an excellent liar- or just uncomfortably truthful- but he started to falter in both areas. 

Then Ging was called into the clinic as well.

Pariston had already been sitting in the blindingly sterile clinic office, legs crossed, hair perfect, eyes sunken. 

“Ah, thank you for coming, please take a seat. →Ging”

Cheadle was sitting at a desk that seemed just a bit too big for her. If she hadn’t been looking like she saw a ghost, he may have said something about it. 

“Cheadle, what is he doing here? Do I need to remind you of a certain law-”

“-I have chosen to contact your next of kin in a dire situation, which, as a doctor, is both lawful and my duty. →Pariston” 

Pariston glanced over to the other man. “I thought that only applied to relations by blood.” 

“Marriage, no matter how loose the definition for some, is a powerful term. →Both of you”

Ging flinched, disliking being dragged into the chastising. 

“...You mentioned a dire situation.” The blond tilted his head to the side. 

The young doctor shifted in her seat. 

“The genetic tests confirmed my suspicions. I am not going to dumb it down for you, I do respect you both enough for that. You’ve tested positive for a mutation of the PRNP gene, which is responsible for the creation of the prion protein ‘PrPC’. This has caused you to develop FFI.” She took a breath, obviously forcing herself into a form of cold professionalism. Ging subconsciously dug his nails into the chair.

Why am I here?  He knew the answer.

“Familial Insomnia. All of your symptoms -the weight loss, the mood changes, the double visions- the insomnia. It all comes back to that.”

“F-F-I. You’re missing an F in the acronym.” Ging spoke up. His throat felt dry.

“Ah, I-”

“I can take a guess.” 

Pariston smiled. It wasn’t taunting or snide or teasing. It looked empty.

“Fatal.”

–

Cheadle explained the four stages of the disease, how Pariston was somewhere between the first and second.

She explained how the symptoms would worsen over time. 

She explained a lot of things about treating symptoms. ‘Palliative Care’. 

Pariston watched Ging the whole time; the way his eyes were fixed on the woman in front of them, the way his facial muscles tensed as the time passed, the way his hands tried to busy themselves. 

This was, in a way, a win. 

Not that there was a consistent way to win their game. But there have always been partial wins. When Ging got Pariston to admit that he missed him because he had been on a 13 month expedition, that had been a win. When they both stopped tapping out and actually got engaged, that had been a win. 

This, fatally binding and attention grabbing as it was, was a win. Pariston felt like he had set up a perfect chessboard, and was ready to get up and let his opponent eternally ponder his moves.

But somehow it didn’t make him feel like a winner. 

The inevitable death. 

“How much time will I have?” 

He had interrupted Cheadle in an explanation of the genetic aspects of the disease -not like it matters- and she seemed to startle. 

“...It’s difficult to say. It can be as much as 2 years, as little as a couple of months. →Pariston” 

“How much time of functioning normally will I have?”

“The last stage can last about 6 months, possibly longer, it entails a rapid cognitive decline, dementia-like symptoms; It’s impossible to say how long it’ll take for you to get there though. →Pariston”

He leaned back into this chair; the smile wouldn’t leave his lips. 

–

“I won’t treat you differently because of this.” Ging and Pariston sat in latter’s apartment, which always seemed too empty and big, but now it felt borderline claustrophobic. 

“I would have held it against you if you did.” He warmed his hands on a fresh cup of coffee. Lack of sleep gave him hypotonia, which in turn stunted his circulation. 

“It’s just like you to get a super special rare disease, isn’t it? A regular cold just wasn’t enough.”

“Ambition, Drive, and being unique by birth. Seethe in your jealousy.” 

Ging chuckled, but the blond could hear the strain at the back of his throat. 

“...I’ll keep sleeping here; If I don’t keep tabs on you, you’re just going to start planning an extravagant funeral.” He reached out for Paristons hands and took it in his own. The heat from his skin soothed far better than the coffee cup. 

“How dare you foil my plan~”

–

Cheadle started to come by for weekly visits. ‘Neurological check-ups’ , she called them, feigning that strong professionalism once again.

“Any trouble with your vision?”

“No.”

“Any further weight loss?”

“Not since you’ve prescribed me these shakes that taste like dissolving flesh.”

“Problems walking?”

“No.”

“...Ging mentioned you wobble occasionally. àPariston”

“There’s a reason he’s not invited to these visits.” Pariston crossed his arms. 

“Any sensory hallucinations, this includes olfactory, visual, auditory-”

“I guess sometimes the insects I’ve been trying to swat haven’t been exactly corporeal. “

“When was the last time you have fallen asleep for any amount of time?”

“About 4 weeks.” He fondly remembers the last time he passed out on the couch, piano music lulling him to sleep.

Cheadle scribbled a few notes into a small notebook. 

“I am going to ask you some questions to assess your memory. First, what’s your name?”

“Pariston Hill. If you don’t suppress your speech quirk, that answer will become much easier.”

“What is my name?”

“Cheadle Yorkshire.”

“Good. Do you know where we currently are?”

“My living room, in my apartment in Swardani city, about 2 miles from my office.”

“What day is it?”

“May the 5th.”

“What’s the name of your partner?”

“Is that what you’re calling him now? Not the dreaded h-word?” Pariston smirked.

“Only if you call him that first. The name, please. →Pariston” She furrowed her brow when his interruption made her lose focus once again.

“Ging Freecss.” 

“Thank you. That should be all for now.” She pocketed her notebook and straightened up. “Please don’t hesitate to contact me if anything happens, as your primary care provider, I do unfortunately feel responsible for you now. →Pariston”

Pariston crossed his legs leisurely. “Who would have thought that all it needed for us to become closer was a deadly disease?” 

He did not get a laugh from her, but he still felt very satisfied with himself. 

“Where’s Ging, by the way? I’d like to discuss a few things with him as well.”

“He’s visiting his son, I was trying to be a good influence and forced him to go. Birthdays are supposedly very important for children, aren’t they?” He stood up to step closer to her. “But there’s nothing you need to discuss with him anyway. Everything important can go through me.” 

“...There are things that are best discussed with the family of the afflicted. There is going to be a time when you won’t be able to make bigger decisions anymore, I just want to prep him-”

The man put a hand on her shoulder and came dangerously close to her. “Everything important will go through me, as long as I am still capable of making these decisions.” 

A heavy silence fell between them. 

–

Ging had been right when he said Pariston was wobbling while walking. He’s observant like that. 

After a couple more weeks, it didn’t take his knowledge of Pariston to see his difficulty walking anymore. Even just standing had become a strenuous task, so every chance he got, he’d sit down as if he owned the place. He also chose to use this to inconvenience Ging as much as possible.

“Be a dear and fetch me my maroon tie- No, that’s ruby red. It’s the one right next to the wine red one.”

“These are all equally red and equally hideous.”

With a sigh he stood up and slowly walked towards the other man. Ging wrapped a steady arm around his waist as support and watched as Pariston picked out the right tie. It’s the same red as all the other ones.

“If you can’t differentiate maroon from ruby, I am going to be very concerned about coordinated black and grays at my funeral.” 

Gings fingers involuntarily twitched at the mention of a funeral. No, not any funeral. Paristons funeral. The inevitable funeral. The one that is coming sooner than either of them anticipated. He tugged the other man a bit closer to him, nuzzling into the crook of his neck for just a second. 

“You won’t be there to cringe at it anyway.” 

“Ging Freecss, if I see you wearing two different shades of black at my funeral, I will crawl out of my coffin and throw you into my grave instead.” 

I wish you would, is what he didn’t say.

–

They spent the week at a small beach home, far from anyone who could look at Pariston with pity in their eyes. Instead, he got to sit in the sun, limbs not feeling cold or stiff for once; The only person watching him was Ging, and though he was more emotive than ever, he never looked at him with pity. 

Instead, he’d look with mild annoyance. 

Orschadenfreude.

Or amusement.

Click. Or confusion. “Are you taking pictures of me again?”

“Collecting evidence for when you inevitably burn down the house with your ‘fire pit’.” 

Ging chucked another piece of driftwood onto the growing pile. “I’ve done this countless times, and I’ve never been convicted of arson.”

“Yet.”

“Yet.” He grinned. Click. Pariston had tried to capture every single look from Ging. He needed to capture them, keep them, and remind himself of them. His very own little album of Ging faces and the situations in which they occur.

The house did in fact, not burn down, and as the sun set, the warmth of the fire settled comfortably into Paristons bones. A bottle of wine was poured between them, until he could feel himself relax fully into his seat, eyes turned up towards the night sky. If he squinted, he could see Gings eyes reflected even in the stars. 

After a long, comfortable silence, Ging spoke up again. “I bought something; I think it’s stupid, but I bought them anyway.” 

“What’s that?~”

“Don’t- Just don’t say anything, just take it, okay?” He pulled out a small, dusty box out of his pocket, took something small out of it, and handed it to the other man with a closed fist.

A thin, gold ring, reflecting the flames. 

Not a gold ring. His gold ring. Part of a matching pair they had picked out, and then never wore for various reasons. They never fit into their description of their relationship.

He slid the ring onto his ring finger (it’s loose but still feels like it’s perfect for him). “So you are becoming sentimental after all.”

“If you don’t want it, I can just pawn it.” 

“...I did not say that.”

They fell back into silence, eyes focused on the twisting flames, hands sometimes interlocking just because they can.

At night, Pariston would look at his partner's sleeping face and think to himself that he looks so much younger than they both are, in that moment. Young, still ready to explore the entire world and whatever lies beyond it. Learn secrets kept for centuries, meet all different kinds of people. Ging could do all of that, freed from any responsibilities.

But not if he’d feel responsible for a dying man.  

It’s been 12 weeks since he had last gotten any sleep himself. 

–

Cheadle stretched in her seat. It was time for another neuro check up, so Pariston watched as she unpacked and organized all her relevant notes. 

A polite cough. “Shall we begin?”

“Ready when you are.”

“What’s your name?”

“Pariston Hill.”

“What’s my name?”

“Cheadle Yorkshire.”

“Where are we, currently?”

“In your clinic located in the hunter association building.”

“What day is it?”

“June 30th”

“What’s the name of your partner?”

“Uh-” He stopped.

It was just a second. 

Maybe even shorter. 

But for this short, painful moment, he could see the man's face clearly in front of him; But he couldn’t place a name.

“Ging! Ging Freecss!” He leapt forward in his chair, as if desperately trying to convince the woman. 

“Good- It’s, good. I know it’s hard to concentrate this early. →Pariston” Cheadle had startled back but tried to force herself back into a professional mindset. “That should be enough for today, you did well. I’ll see you this time next week, don’t forget to pick up your next prescription.” She looked at him with that pity look he wanted to scratch out of everyone’s faces. He didn’t want to be pitied. Not for this. Not like this.

Pariston got up, though he hesitated. “I…will, thank you.”

-

He forgot Ging’s name. 

Pariston had tried to pace in his apartment, but the stress worsened his ataxia. Now he had just been sitting on his bed that smelled like Ging.

Ging. Whose name he had forgotten for a second. Despite all the picture taking and name reminders and constant interactions. 

Ging. Who was undoubtedly the most impactful person in his life. 

He would have rather forgotten Cheadles name. Or his own. Or the date or the place at which they were. All of these were unimportant. 

Not Ging. 

This was the beginning of the end. This was his brain telling him that it was going to rid itself of everything that mattered until he’d become a mindless zombie. Every single neuron was going to slowly die now, forget names and dates and places and how to move his limbs or blink. Until there was nothing left but a glorified corpse. Someone unable to sleep, yet forced to lie in bed and stare at the ceiling because there would be nothing else left to do.

But it wasn’t the end yet. 

As long as he could still control his mind and body like this, he could choose his own ending. 

–

Ging had to file the official missing person report. Formalities. 

They had been looking for days already. He had come home to an empty apartment, confirmed with Cheadle that Pariston had shown up to his appointment and left, and immediately went to find him.

Soon after he’d pull any and every favour from his contacts to form a search party. 

He didn’t leave a note. No hints. No clues.

Cheadle had mentioned something about him having learned from the best on how to disappear. But they both knew that he wasn’t going to show up to a random zodiac meeting again as if nothing happened. 

Pariston disappeared so there wouldn’t be a funeral.

Pariston disappeared so there wouldn’t be a body to bury.

Pariston disappeared so there wouldn’t be someone to treat until they became a body.

This way his palliative care, end of life treatment. 

It made perfect sense for who he was. But Ging couldn’t help but spend hours in that empty apartment. 

Tracing a finger over that golden ring.

[dameronology]

best friend {javier pena x reader}

summary: after finally calling it a day on a bad relationship, you turn to javier for comfort

warnings: mentions of alcohol + smoking, swearing

i was listening to best friend by rex orange county when i was writing this so i guess it’s loosely based on it? it’s definitely where the title came from. i hope you enjoy!

- jazz

Javier hated pulling all nighters - he especially hated them when it was Friday. Everyone else at the office was either going out to drink or going home to spend the evening with their families. The sounds of music and laughter that surrounded the outside of the DEA offices only acted as a reminder of how lonely he’d become; because, even if Colombia was the source of much of his grief, for others, it was their home. Their happiness and their life. Both of which, these days, seemed to be things he struggled to find

That wasn’t to say that his life completely lacked enrichment. Between the antics of you and Murphy, and the progress you were all making towards capturing Escobar, things weren’t all that bad. Especially you. He didn’t entirely know what your presence in his life meant, but it was a hell of lot. It felt like he’d finally started to see his life in colour when you were assigned the desk beside his. Your energy and your wit enriched everything, even if 99% of your relationship consisted of taking swipes at one another, 

If there was one thing he was grateful on nights like these, it was that the DEA apartment building wasn’t too far from the office. Murphy had clearly gotten home hours ago, because his car was in his spot and the lights to his unit at the front of the complex were dimmed. Your own vehicle was a few spaces over from Javi’s, terribly parked (as per usual) and barely between the white lines. At least he could take comfort in the fact that both his friends had made it home safe.

Or, you’d at least made it the front steps of the building. 

Javier almost did a double take when he saw you, a half-burnt cigarette in one hand and a completely empty bottle of wine in the other. You were slumped against the railings, eyes glued to the floor in front of you. He knew had it been a rough week - there had been a lot of bloodshed and not a lot of progress - but he hadn’t realised it had been that bad. And you would have told him, right? You told him everything. Literally everything. Probably more than you told your own damn boyfriend (who he hated - not that it was important). 

‘Jesus.’ Javi didn’t bother to offer you a greeting. 

You looked up at a him, a hazy smile playing on your face when your eyes met. ‘Agent Pena! How are you doing?’

‘You never call me that. I hate it.’ He muttered, dropping onto the stairs beside you. ‘Please don’t tell me you drove home like this.’

‘God, no.’ You snorted. ‘I drove home then went to a bar with Tom.’

‘How is he?’

‘Him? Yeah, we broke up.’ You casually shrugged. ‘So then I brought some wine and realise I left my keys.’

‘Oh, honey.’ Javi murmured. ‘I’m sorry.’

‘Don’t give me that, Jav.’ You elbowed him slightly. ‘I know you hated him.’

‘Guilty as charged.’

Javier stood up, moving the bottle aside and sticking his hand out to you. He didn’t exactly relate to what you were going through. Mostly because he didn’t get into relationships, or that he was always the one to end them. He hadn’t really known heartbreak in the conventional sense. Sure, he’d felt a pang in his chest when you first introduced him to your now ex just over a year ago, but that wasn’t loss. It was just..something he didn’t want to think about. It was a can of worms he’d been pretty good at keeping shut, and he was not going to start sorting through it at 1AM. He was far from drunk (unlike some people) but hours and hours of paperwork and chain smoking had fogged his brain. Right then, you needed a friend, and that was something he could be. Though you hadn’t shared all that much emotion together - mostly just careless banter and harmless teasing - your jobs had bonded you for life. You’d certainly witnessed a lot of twisted things, and it meant that you and Murphy were the only two people in the world who truly understood the kind of thing he dealt with. And, with all due respect to Murphy, you got on Javi’s nerves a fuck ton less. 

You tangled your fingers with his, letting him drag you up off the steps. Stumbling for a moment, you gripped onto his shirt for balance. It felt like somebody had taken a baseball bat to your head and to your stomach. Whether you wanted to chunder or faint first, you didn’t know. The only thing you could think about was the warm arms wrapping around your waist, and the feeling of Javier’s body being flush against yours as he pulled you against his side and guided you into the building. 

‘Where do you think you left your keys?’ He gently asked. He didn’t say anything when you slumped further against him, all your energy staying solely on walking and not falling. 

‘Thabar.’ You murmured.

‘Huh?’

‘The bar.’ You repeated. ‘I’ll go back in the morning. It’s fine.’

‘I don’t think you’ll be awake before midday.’ Javi chided. 

He held you there for a moment, fumbling about for his own keys, before kicking open the apartment door.

His place wasn’t bad, but it didn’t feel that far off of a show apartment, or the window of an Ikea. It was identical to yours, except you’d actually made yours homier. Javi’s, meanwhile, looked exactly as it had the day he’d moved in. None of the furniture had moved, and the television had probably been turned on a total of twice. Whilst your place was covered in photos and personally belongings, his was filled with bottles of whiskey and strewn leather jackets. He did have one photo hanging on his fridge; it was a Polaroid of him, you and Murphy, chilling out at your favourite bar. You were in the middle of them, practically hanging off their arms with a grin on your face. Javier would never let either of you actually know how much you meant to him. He couldn’t deal with the teasing. 

The next few moments were a blur of you dropping onto his sofa, hitting the leather with a thump. He tossed a warm blanket over you, before helping you kick off your shoes and taking a seat beside you. With the alcohol making you more brazen than usual, you didn’t think twice about curling against his side, and Javier didn’t think twice about letting you. He knew better than anyone that sometimes, a hug was the best medicine - so, he tossed an arm over your shoulders, pulling you towards him in a similar manner to how he had done in the hallway. The smell of his aftershave was gentle, mixed with a faint smell of cigarettes and the mint hand cream he insisted he didn’t use. It was just...Javi. And you loved it. 

‘Do you wanna talk about it?’ Javi gently asked, thumb rubbing circles over the bare skin on your arm.

‘I dunno what there is to say.’ You murmured. ‘I saw it coming. I definitely saw it coming but I just...I thought he was it you know. I mean, you probably don’t know because the one for you is whiskey and cigarettes-’

‘- is this an attack on me or your ex?’ He joked. 

‘Right, sorry.’ You peered up at him through hooded eyes. ‘Just hurts, y’know? Because for all his flaws, he’s probably as good as I’m ever gonna get.’

‘That’s bullshit and you know it.’ He reminded you. ‘That man never deserved you.’

‘He wasn’t that bad, Jav.’

‘Remember all the times you were in a bad mood because he was late, or because he didn’t turn up to a date?’ His brown eyes flickered, staring at the blank wall ahead. He didn’t mean to overstep, or to be protective, but it was just that it you. And that was reason enough. 

‘He was trying his best.’

‘If that’s his best, then he’s in trouble.’ He snorted. 

You groaned, flopping further down into his chest. ‘It’s hopeless. I’m hopeless. I don’t need a man to survive but maybe thats why I get through them so quickly.’

‘You’re not the problem.’ Javi said. 

‘My mum always said I was too much to handle-’

‘-  you’re not.’ He cut you off. ‘If they think you’re too much, then they’re not worth your time.’

‘There’s seven billion people on the planet. There must be someone, right?’

‘You don’t need to find somebody. You’re more than enough on your own.’ He said. (What he meant to say was: you don’t need to find somebody, but it’s okay if you want me). 

‘I know.’ You murmured. 

A silence fell over you. Javier wasn’t entirely sure what to say, because every time he tried to go over the possibilities, it kept ending with him declaring that he was the one you should be with. It made sense logistically. 

You didn’t like to be looked after, but you always let him. You both had the same job, so you both understood the struggle. The spark between you two was fucking immense and there was always something to talk about. It was hard to find a single reason not to be together - except for timing. And timing was kind of everything, especially when there was so much at stake. How much of it you needed, he didn’t know. That wasn’t even calculating in the fact that it would take Javier at least thirty more cycles of convincing himself to tell you before he finally took the plunge. 

‘Thank you for helping me tonight.’ You sleepily mumbled. 

‘Always.’ Javier replied. 

‘I’m trying not to fall asleep on you-’

‘- go ahead.’ He cut you off with a soft chuckle. 

‘I appreciate you.’ 

That was the last thing you managed, before sleep completely overtook you. This was new ground for your friendship - physical touch, deep conversations, Javi teetering dangerously close on the precipice of enlightening you with his feelings. The bottom could even have the best landing ever, or the worst. Was it worth the risk? 

Javi peered down at you, completely enamoured at the sight of you quietly snoozy, hand splayed out on his chest and eyes screwed shut. This could be an everyday thing. Domesticity and closeness and you. He could feel his chest physically hurting at the feeling; at the prospect of having you. Like, actually having you. 

He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, brown eyes flickering up to the ceiling. That was when he knew in his very soul, the answer to that question.

You were worth every risk.

[cuddlepilefics]

Poltergeist

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Jeongin

Caregiver: Seungmin

Jeongin wakes up sick in the middle of the night, making quite some noise on his mission to find medicine.

Jeongin’s POV.:

I had already felt a little off all day, so I had decided to go to bed early, thinking whatever the odd feeling was, it would be gone by the morning. However, when I woke up again only an hour later, I felt like I had gotten hit by a train. My head was pounding and it took me a moment to figure out where I was. I was alone in the room, so I figured, my roommate Jisung hadn’t come back from the studio yet. Shuddering with cold, I sat up and cringed when my clothes stuck to me. How could I sweat so much to soak through my clothes in less than an hour? The shaky breath I drew in, caught in my throat, sending me into a wet coughing fit, that just didn’t seem to end. I felt like I was drowning, when did I get so congested? By the time the fit tapered off, my head spun, making me feel faint. Even worse was that the lack of oxygen made my head pound more ferociously. Knowing I wouldn’t be able to go back to sleep with the amount of pain I was in, I wanted to take a painkiller. If my hyung had been here, I would have woken him and asked for help because I didn’t really trust my legs with how lightheaded I was but he wasn’t back yet and I didn’t feel like waiting for someone to find me.

My skin pricked with goosebumps, when I threw off my blanket and struggled out of my damp shirt. Getting up on shaky legs, I stumbled over to my closet and picked out my thickest hoodie. I almost lost my balance when pulling it over my head but the warmth was totally worth it. Alright, next would be painkillers. Muffling another painful cough into my sleeve, I staggered over to the door. Of course, I managed to trip over my own feet, loosing my balance and crashing into the wood with a heavy thud. I couldn’t suppress a whimper when I reached up for the door handle to open it. When it swung open, I pulled myself back onto my feet and continued on my mission to the bathroom. Though it was only a short distance, I tripped multiple times as my legs just didn’t seem to follow my brain’s instructions. I heavily relied on the walls to support my weak body as my eyes kept closing on the way. How could I possibly be so slow? Would I even get there before the morning? My legs grew more and more jelly-like and I had to take a break in the middle of the hallway, afraid I’d fall again. Sinking down with my back against the wall, I heaved a shuddering breath. It was even colder out here than it was in my room and my hoodie did nothing to help with that. The thought of curling back up in my bed gave me the necessary energy to get back up, wanting to get this over with as fast as possible, so I could go back to bed. Surprisingly, I made it to the bathroom not that long after but I stumbled. Loosing my balance again, I fell against the cabinet under the sink. My ears were ringing so loudly that I didn’t even hear the loud noise I caused, closing my eyes and giving in to the darkness.

Seungmin’s POV.:

I had come home about twenty minutes ago, getting ready to go to bed as I was exhausted from a long day at the company. Just when I pulled the blanket over my tired body, I heard weird noises somewhere around the dorm. The clanging stopped after a few minutes and I relaxed, thinking I could finally go to sleep. Just when I was about to doze off, the noise continued followed by a muffled crash. Did a poltergeist move into the dorm while I was gone for work? I knew that this was exactly how horror movies started. Somebody hearing a weird noise and going to investigate. If I was wise, I would stay in bed and ignore it but I was starting to get annoyed, just wanting to get some peaceful rest. Sighing, I got out of bed again. It didn’t matter if it was a poltergeist or some other monster out there, I was going to put it in his place and tell it to be quiet, so we can all sleep. Those ghosts really had no regards for the rest of hardworking people. Believe me, I could be scary if I wanted to, so I doubted whatever monster that was wanted to mess with me while I was tired. Debating whether I should get some kind of weapon to defend myself, I made my way down the hallway and found the door to Jisung and Jeongin’s room open. It was empty, so the poltergeist had probably eaten both of my friends already. Did poltergeists even eat people? I had mentally prepared myself to get the crap scared out of me, yet my heart still stopped when I passed the bathroom and found two legs protruding through the door.

No one’s POV.:

Turning on the bathroom light, Seungmin panicked as he found Jeongin laying unconscious on his side. The vocalist cursed, crouching next to his dongsaeng, patting his cheek. Feeling the heat on his flushed cheek, Seungmin felt the younger’s forehead and sighed in relieve when the boy groaned at the touch. Jeongin slowly came to, whimpering as the bright ceiling light burned his eyes. “Can you hear me, Innie?”, the older frowned worriedly. Giving a tired nod, the maknae choked out a cough and weakly tried to sit up, so he wouldn’t drown in his lungs again. Seungmin cringed at the wet sound and wrapped his arm around his dongsaeng’s shoulders to pull him into a sitting position. Struggling to catch his breath, Jeongin held on to the older’s arm for support. Tears of pain and exhaustion pooled in his eyes and it wasn’t long till they spilled over. When the cough finally tapered off, he laid limply against Seungmin’s side, who hummed: “Can you tell me when you started feeling bad? You seemed okay earlier today.” – “Woke up like this”, Jeongin whimpered hoarsely, “Went to bed because I felt off and then suddenly woke up like this not much later.” – “Oh, Innie”, the older sighed, gently running his hand through his dongsaeng’s sweaty hair. “M-My head hurts so bad. I wanted to get medicine but didn’t make it”, Jeongin admitted shakily, breaking off into a painful cough. Rubbing his back through the thick hoodie, Seungmin whispered: “You’re running a pretty bad fever, so I’m not surprised your head hurts. Let me get you medicine.” Carefully propping the younger up against the cabinet, Seungmin stood up and went to search the cabinet over the sink. His heart clenched when he realized that they had run out.

Kneeling back down, Seungmin thought his dongsaeng had fallen asleep but when he gently put a hand under his chin to lift his head, Jeongin’s glossy and unfocused eyes met his. “Innie, I’m so sorry but it seems like we’ve run out”, he whispered sadly. Eyes stinging with more tears, Jeongin choked out a sob. It had taken him so long to walk here and now it was all for nothing. Why hadn’t he just stayed in bed and saved himself the struggle. Almost tearing up himself, Seungmin cooed: “It’s okay. Ssh, you’ll be okay. Why don’t we get you back to bed, hm?” – “H-Hyung, I -I ca-can’t”, the maknae cried, clutching the other’s sleeve, “I feel s-so bad.” – “I know, Innie, I know. I’ll help you, okay?”, the older promised, helping his friend to his feet before picking him up.

Seungmin carried his dongsaeng to his room, gently laying him down on his bed. He fetched a thin t-shirt from the still open closed and asked: “Do you need help changing your shirt? Your fever is really high, so you can’t keep that hoodie on.” Jeongin frowned and hugged himself, still feeling cold and not wanting to take his hoodie off. “I know you’re cold but we really need to bring your temperature down. Your head will hurt less if we do”, Seungmin promised, “If you get changed, I’m going to get a few things to make you feel better, deal?” The maknae whined, making himself cough. Rubbing his back, Seungmin sighed: “I know it sucks. Just breathe, you’re okay.” When Jeongin was finally able to catch his breath, he defeatedly reached for the t-shirt to change. He knew the older was right, no matter how uncomfortable it was. Whispering a quiet praise, Seungmin hurried off, while the other changed his shirt and crawled under his blanket, shivering violently, emotional tears trailing down his flushed cheeks.

When the vocalist returned, he felt his heart break. Placing the cup of tea, he had prepared and the bowl of cold water onto the nightstand, he walked over to the desk to switch on the little lamp there. He needed to see something but was well aware of his dongsaeng’s headache. Sitting down on the side of the bed, Seungmin pealed back the blanket just enough to see the younger’s face. He frowned, the blanket was way too thick to keep Jeongin from overheating. “Innie, I’m sorry but I’ll have to take this blanket away too. You’re burning. I’ll get you a thinner sheet, we can cover you with”, the vocalist cooed, earning a hoarse whine and more tears as the maknae desperately tried to hold on to the blanket. Jeongin was trembling with chills, failing to get a tight grip on the blanket before his hyung took it away. It was soon replaced by something much thinner, that didn’t provide him any warmth. While Seungmin kept apologizing over and over again, his dongsaeng cried miserably, triggering another coughing fit. The older helped him sit up and rubbed his back till it tapered off. Then he fluffed up the pillows, stacking them, so Jeongin would be propped up a little, hopefully making it a bit easier to breathe. Easing the maknae back into the pillows, Seungmin hummed: “This might be a bit uncomfortable at first but it’ll help your headache and get that nasty fever down.” Fishing the washcloth from the bowl of water, the vocalist squeezed it out and dabbed it under his dongsaeng’s eyes to clean away the tears before folding it and draping it across the maknae’s burning forehead.

Jeongin huffed a breath trying to suppress the chills, that just wouldn’t stop shaking him. His hyung had been right, the cold cloth did feel nice on his head, if only he wasn’t freezing. “Can you scoot over a bit for me?”, Seungmin asked quietly, lifting up the thin fabric to get in next to his dongsaeng. Sitting against the headboard, he situated Jeongin in his arms and hoped the younger would feel a bit warmer from the shared body heat. If he didn’t, it might provide some comfort at least. Whimpering pitifully, the maknae clutched Seungmin’s shirt, his tears dripping freely as the older stroked his back before picking up the washcloth to run it down the younger’s trembling arms. Though Jeongin was so drained that it didn’t take long for him to fall into a restless slumber, the congestion in his chest didn’t fail to wake him back up just to be thrown into another breathless coughing fit. Despite his own exhaustion, Seungmin never left his friend’s side. Even after 3racha had returned from the studio and Jisung joined them, the vocalist kept Jeongin in his arms, comforting him through every coughing fit and feverish nightmare, of which there were many. Jisung went to change the water in the bowl as it had gotten warm over time and turned the aircon in their room down, even if that meant he himself had to sleep in thick sweatpants and under two blankets. Though Seungmin’s heart ached for his dongsaeng, the younger surely was the cutest poltergeist the vocalist had ever seen.

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Mr. President

Chapter 4

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Words Count: 3k

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There are several moments in our life that we may call life-changing. And from those life-changing moments, there are the ones that you’ve been waiting for your whole life that you imagine so much on how it’s going to happen. There are also the ones that come when you least expect it, you don’t even have time to react.

But there are also the events where you’ve been been waiting- dreaming for, and somehow it turns into something you least expect.

It’s funny how we think that if we imagine and plan one thing for a long time, when it finally happens, it would happen exactly the way you imagine it to be- spare the few millimetres of difference which you perhaps could look over. Take for instance, a wedding event. People- girls typically- imagine it beforehand and when it happens, it happens exactly the way they imagine it to be.

You might not have the luxury to conjure your dream wedding in your mind ever since you’re young, or plan it meticulously to every detail, or imagining the colour of your dress or how long it would be, but to the very least, you did imagine that you’d be marrying some knight in shining armour in modern version - which translates to a decent enough guy.

Someone who’s kind, can generally be communicated with, not involved in fights - a normal person.

How funny that the dreams can easily be shattered.

Here you are, alone in the large bedroom and contemplating about your life decision. You married Park Jimin three days ago. The wedding was private, only signings of papers involved though Jimin had to do a press conference shortly after which was only attended by him to inform his marriage. He told you it was better off for you to stay out of public so that they don’t follow you after your divorce. Of course, you thought, since the marriage is temporary.

Everything happened very fast that day. Too fast for you to process anything that somehow it still feels surreal that you’re married. You’ve exchanged very few words with your husband too but somehow they’re all etched in your mind.

During the signing of documents, which basically all there is to your wedding, he barely says anything to you at all except when the priest asks and he only stares at you deeply while uttering the word ‘I do.’ When his hands briefly brush with yours to put a ring on your finger, you suddenly felt an overwhelming feeling- you felt scared, anxious of this new life yet there’s also a twisted feeling of you being safe, perhaps because you now have a house though you can’t call it home just yet.

The house had been particularly empty ever since you moved in. Jimin wasn’t around, didn’t even bother mentioning where he would be and you’re left wondering on your own whether he has another house or he’s sleeping anywhere else but his house. If it’s the latter, you can’t help but feel guilty for ‘taking his home away’. He could’ve just stay here and you can sleep in the guest room or the couch at that.

With your newfound freedom and due to boredom that’s starting to take over as well as lack of people to communicate with, you start to roam around and explore the house. You learn that Mrs. Lee doesn’t live here as you originally thought but usually available every one or two days and mostly during daytime. She cooks and leaves the meal wrapped in foils for Jimin to reheat whenever he wants.

Mrs. Lee has also been nothing but pleasant enough to tell you most of the things she know about your husband. She told you that Jimin’s a very private person so she may not know much about his personal matter apart from the fact that Jimin will be inheriting Park Corporations from his father though Jimin himself did build himself together with his group of close friends, a tech company which went public about a year ago.

You find yourself getting more curious about your husband though he’s barely around. You learn about his favourite dishes too, one of them being kimchi jigae stew which Mrs. Lee very kindly taught you how to make. You admit that at first you think it is all useless to get to know about Jimin but then you also think that there’s no harm in learning about him even though the marriage’s temporary, nothing’s stated that you can’t have a civil relationship with him, perhaps as a friend.

This goes on for about a week, of you exploring and sitting down having conversations with Mrs. Lee though some day you’d rest on your bed, your body not entirely well enough to do a lot of activities everyday. Your ribs still shooting jarring pains every now and then and your lips are still torn. You silently thank Mrs. Lee for coming to your room, leaving medicines on the table on days when you feel extra tired.

You’re in your bedroom, standing right in front of your huge closet, eyeing the clothes though there’s none that was originally yours. When you moved in, it had been practically easy, you literally brought nothing with you since you don’t have much anyways. Mrs. Lee did inform clothes for you to wear had been bought prior to your wedding.

Though the thing is… almost every single one of them are dresses. They are pretty, you think. It’s just that you are not used to it. You sigh as you find yourself a pyjama set. They’re all mostly satin and silks too, another thing you have to get used to as well.

You sit on the edge of your bed, playing with your wedding ring, briefly wondering whether this is how your life is going to be from now on. It’s temporary, your brain reminds you. You frown. You’ve been wondering almost every single day without fail on why did Jimin decide to propose a marriage contract with you. There’s nothing you could give back, nothing that could benefit him any way no matter how you think about it. It is temporary, yes but you doubt he would do this if it doesn’t give him any benefit. He doesn’t strike you as someone kind enough to jeopardise his married life out of charity. You still shudder to this day thinking about how he handled your brother to half dead. You sigh, hands tightening on your pyjama as your thought goes to your brother.

A knock on the door startles you, making a gasp escape your mouth. Jimin enters, looking as gorgeous as when you first met him in his working attire without the blazer. He stops dead when he takes you in just your towel and you quickly place your hands on your chest in a meek attempt to cover your modest parts. He looks awkward, looking everywhere but you.

“Get dressed. My friends’ here.” He says simply before turning his back but then he stops and turns again, this time looking straight at your face. You feel a blush creeping at your cheeks immediately. “Put some makeup on or something. They might think I’m beating you.” At his words, you have no idea why your hands instantly went to your thigh, immediately conscious at the ugly slit on your thigh. He clears his throat before retreating and closing the door behind him.

You realise you didn’t breathe at all throughout the whole encounter. As you make your way back to your closet to find yourself a dress, you wonder if Jimin realises this is his first time seeing you in about a week after your wedding. Perhaps not.

Brushing your hair, you swallow a little as you watch your own reflection in the mirror. You still look sick and pale so you make an effort to cover the wound on your forehead with some powder and also put on some lipstick, Jimin’s words echoing in your head.

Bracing yourself, you can’t help but feel nervous as you make your way downstairs. You’re excited too since you haven’t been speaking to anyone but Mrs. Lee for almost a week. Before you could descend the last step of the stairs, you could hear them before you could see them. The sound of laughter fills the house making you wonder how many of them came.

You make your way to the living room and Jimin turns immediately, making you momentarily blinded with the way he’s smiling at you. The others notice you right away while Jimin saunters towards you. He leans down, close to you.

“They don’t really know about our contract except for Taehyung, so act your part.” With the way he’s smiling at you, you’d think he’s the sweetest husband in the world yet the threat lacing his words tells you otherwise. Suddenly, you feel very very afraid.

Still, you follow behind him silently, heart suddenly flutters when you see him wearing his wedding ring. He didn’t really have to.. does he? You only look up when he stops in his tracks. You’re met with six gorgeous guys in front of you.

“Wow, you actually exist!” A guy with very sharp nose and jawline grins widely at you. He seems like a very cheerful guy. “Nice to meet you Y/N, I’m Hoseok.” He waves at you, all white teeth flashing.

Unknowingly, you beam back at him, almost impossible not to with the bright energy he exudes. You reply back softly, not daring to say much since you’re unsure how to act, especially with Jimin around.

“Jimin’s been keeping you in his house so much, we thought we’d never see you.” The next one smiles kindly at you. You wish you could describe how beautiful he is. Tall, all broad shouldered and not to mention such blinding visuals. He speaks with such grace you immediately feel endeared by him. “My name is Jin.” You smile back at him.

“Nice to meet you, Mrs. Park. I’m Namjoon. I can see why he’s keeping you at home. You’re very pretty.” A tall guy with blonde hair smiles brightly at you. He even has dimples on each side of his cheeks and you can’t help but marvel at his gorgeous face. You can’t help the blush that creeps to your cheeks when he mentions your new last name as well as his compliment.

You peek slightly at Jimin but he only stares impassively ahead, not giving anything away. You quickly brush off the slight disappointment you feel.

“I’m Yoongi. Nice to meet you.” The guy in red-wine hair smiles at you. He’s slightly shorter than the rest of them but is still handsome. You nod at him as you smile kindly back at him.

“We’ve met before.” Taehyung smiles warmly at you and you nod back several times at him, happy to see someone you know.

The last but not least, is almost as tall as Namjoon and Jin but you can somehow tell he’s the youngest among them. “Hello Y/N. I’m Jungkook. We’re same age!” He says happily and you grin at him too, quickly falling for his bright smile with cute bunny teeth. You greet all of them back, introducing yourself again although they already know your name.

“Please have a seat. I’ll prepare drinks for you guys.” You say softly.

“Oh, no, it’s okay. We’re just here to drop Jimin off.” Jin quickly says.

“And hoping to see you too,” Hoseok winks at you. The rest of them gathers at the front door.

You frown slightly at Jin’s sentence. Then you turn towards Jimin, eyes finding him to ask him a question but unsure whether you’re allowed to. He must’ve sensed your stare, his eyes look down to meet yours.

“Y-you’re.. sleeping here..?” You ask slowly.

Before Jimin could answer, Namjoon cut him off. “Sorry we’ve been keeping him at the office too much. There’s an acquisition ongoing in the company so we’re quite busy at the moment.”

So he’s been sleeping at the office…

“But rest assured, we’ll make sure he’ll be home often now. The crucial part is done.” Hoseok says teasingly at you.

You smile, though slightly weirded how you feel pleasant with the fact that he’ll be home a lot now. Perhaps you’re just happy you won’t be alone now.. yes probably that.

They all say their goodbye and you happily wave them off.

As soon as they left, you’re suddenly hit with the realisation that you’re alone with Jimin in the house. As if on cue, you feel your hair rise when you feel a heavy presence behind you. You turn but immediately regrets the decision because Jimin is now inches from your face. Too close… you think. Nerves run down your spine as he seems to lean even closer to you. You swear your heart’s beating like crazy right now.

“So what did you do around the house the past week?” His question’s innocent but why do you feel like a rabbit trapped in a hole?

To your relief, he straightens. You feel like you could finally breathe, although your heart’s still beating at an abnormal pace. You swallow. “N-nothing much.” Is that the first thing he’s asking after a whole week of leaving you alone?

He stares at you while you make an effort to look anywhere but him. You’d give anything to know what’s on his mind. He then turns without saying anything. You take the time to stabilise your breathing, inhaling and exhaling deeply before slowly making your way back to the bedroom, noting how your heart rate is picking up its pace.

You open the door to your bedroom and let out a gasp when you find yourself walking on Jimin shirtless. You turn instantly, unable to think properly and let out another gasp when you knock your head on the door.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” His voice asks you harshly, making you jump.

You mutter an apology as you scrunch your face, thinking how this has gone completely wrong. You did not want to make such a bad first impression towards Jimin.

“H-have you eaten?” Your voice came out so meekly you almost want to hit your head against the door again.

“Do you think I have some kind of supernatural hearing to hear you from that far?” He snaps at you, making you flinch. You swallow and trepidation starts to fill you whole.

You turn slowly and approaches him, eyes shut tight to prevent yourself from seeing anything you shouldn’t and protecting the innocence of your own eyes but end up almost stumbling. You open your eyes, relieved that he’s now wearing a shirt. You briefly wonder how on earth he could look so handsome just by wearing a plain black shirt and a pair of sweatpants. He’s staring at you, obviously unimpressed at your antics.

“I’m asking if you’ve eaten? If you want to I can-“

“I already ate. With the boys.” He cut you off then takes his place on the bed, preparing to sleep.

Oh. Okay. You nod. You stand there awkwardly, contemplating whether you should ask the next question that has been on your mind since last week.

“Are you just gonna stand there creepily and stare while I’m trying to sleep?” He snaps back at you and you flinch. He’s sitting on the bed, his back against the headboard, waist and leg completely covered by the blanket.

You fidget with the hem of your dress. “I- I want to ask you something.” He doesn’t answer you but only looks at his phone. “Why.. why did you offer me the marriage contract?”

He stops his act and is now staring at you sharply. “Having second thoughts now that you realise it’s not all hearts and flowers?” He smirks.

“N-no.. not like that.. I know.. I don’t deserve all that.. It’s just that- I was just curious.. You could’ve just hire me or.. just..” You trail off, unsure of how to put everything into words when your mind is a whole chaos. “It’s just that I don’t see how you’re benefitting from this arrangement.”

“Oh trust me, I do have my benefits in this.” He answers almost immediately and you stare at him, puzzled. He smirks before his face turns sinister. “You’re only here because you owe me a debt. That means I own your little life, mine to do whatever I want.” Psychotic, the word echoes in your mind. “And trust me little one, you’re better off not knowing the reason behind this marriage.”

What on earth have you gotten yourself into?

Your blood runs cold. Without uttering another word, you turn to grab your pyjama you took out before and disappears towards the bathroom. You take your time in the bathroom, trying to calm your nerves as you change. Tonight, you come into a conclusion. Park Jimin’s psychotic.. and a very dangerous man. You should never cross line with him.

Hands balling into a fist, you step out of the bathroom and finds the bedroom in darkness except for the table lamp on your side of the bed. Jimin appears already asleep. You approach silently and takes the time to stare at his face. He’s very beautiful, you would think, if you didn’t know better of it only being a mask.

You stand on the edge of the bed for several moments, contemplating whether you’re allowed to sleep on the bed with him. The King size bed is large enough without the two of you having the possibility of coming in contact with each other yet you’re still having second thoughts about it. You don’t want to wake up being strangled by him just because you decided to sleep on the same bed with him. So you make your way to the couch on the side of the bedroom and curls yourself on it. Using your hands as your own pillow, you fall asleep quickly.

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Double Whammy

(Spencer Reid x Reader)

The one where Reader gets a nasty cold and is on her period at the same time, so Spencer takes care of her.

Length: 2.6k

A/N: thank you for the request @itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto​ ! I enjoyed writing this one, IT’S SO FLUFFY! 

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Sometimes, the stars align and something favorable happens. Other times, the stars want nothing to do with each other and every possible thing that less than favorable happens. Unfortunately, the latter had been Y/N’s case for the past two days. She’d been fighting off a nasty, terrible cold. She didn’t get sick often, but when she did, it felt like her body’s main goal was to punish her for not being careful enough rather than heal itself. Her bones ached and her nose was blocked in a way that made her feel as though she’d never breathe properly again. On top of all that, her uterus made sure to be as unforgiving as possible as the dreaded time of the month rolled around. She could barely keep her eyes open as her body fought through the exhaustion that came with the double-whammy.

It was around 4 in the afternoon and Y/N had barely left the bed at all. She wished for some type of relief from her cramps but it just wasn’t coming. Her migraine wasn’t helping her out either. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had any water to drink. 

“Hello?” She croaked into the phone with a heavy cough. It came as a surprise to her that she even managed to let out a single word, although it sounded more like ‘bellow’ than ‘hello’.

“Y/N! How are you feeling today, my love?” Spencer’s chipper voice boomed through the speaker. 

“Not much better to be honest.” She murmured into the phone which was laying on the pillow that Spencer slept on, barely able to keep her puffy eyes open.  He heard her blow her nose and she uttered a small apology, knowing that must not have been pleasant to hear over the phone. He felt his heart twist in his chest, knowing she was feeling so under the weather and not be able to make her feel better.

He was currently on a case somewhere in the deserts of California. She hadn’t caught the cold yet when he left. She knew that he would have stayed with her if she’d caught it before he left, which would have made her feel like the biggest burden there was and she also knew that her boyfriend wasn’t the type to take no for an answer.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart. But, I have great news. We closed the case, I’m getting on the jet now. I should be home in no time.” He says softly and she can feel a small smile fighting its way onto her face.

“That’s great, Spence…” she trailed off, losing more energy by the second, “Get home safe, love you.” 

“Love you more.” Spencer hung up and felt his shoulders drop in defeat before making his way back to his team as they climbed onto the jet. The guilt he felt for leaving her alone was overwhelming. He should be there for her, making her feel better. He knew she hated asking for help, but he couldn’t help but wonder if she’d taken care of herself at all. He guessed he’d find out soon enough.

It felt wrong walking in and finding their apartment void of any light or sound. Usually, there was some sort of noise or light coming from either a TV or a phone. He quietly made his way over to the bedroom and heard her snores. He sighed in relief, knowing she was at least resting. Spencer made his way over to the kitchen and figured she must have been starving. There was no evidence of any food or drink anywhere. He wondered when the last time she ingested something was. 

He made a quick call to Rossi, unsure of his cooking skills. He checked the fridge and pantry for the necessary ingredients and attempted to make chicken noodle soup with whatever they had available. He yawned as he cut up the vegetables, but quickly fought the sleep to continue cooking. He heard her soft snores stop and he peeked his head into the dark room again.

“Spence?” She managed to say softly, the thick covers muffling her voice. 

“Hey, sweetheart. I’m here.” He smiled as he approached their bed and turned on the lamp by their bedside. She winced at the sudden brightness and he quickly tried to block the light with his body to provide her eyes with some relief. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked softly as he took a seat at the edge of the bed. He took in her puffy eyes and red nose and wondered how she could still look so cute. Her bottom lip jutted out slightly and shook her head.

“I feel like absolute shit.” She mumbled and his heart dropped in his chest.

“Have you had anything to eat...or drink?” He bit his lip, already knowing the answer. She shook her head again softly, almost guilty. 

“Alright, I’m making you some soup. I think a hot shower will make you feel a lot better, Y/N/N. Come on, out of bed.” he tried to coax her with his hands. She only peered back at him over the duvet with tired eyes and small hands that wrapped around the edge of the duvet, Spencer found himself reveling in her adorable appearance and feeling bad about ruining her comfort, but he knew she probably stayed in bed all day. Spencer raised his eyebrows at her when she didn’t move. He smiled with relief when she didn’t fight him as he gently pulled back the covers from over her. 

“Come here, baby.” He motioned for her to come closer into his embrace. She slowly wrapped her arms around him and he lifted her out of bed, her legs locking behind his waist. He heard her sniffle into his neck as he carried her to the bathroom, he didn’t know whether she was crying or if it was just from the cold. He was too good to her, she didn’t know what she did to deserve such a compassionate partner, but she thanked the universe for allowing her to have him. Perhaps a tear or two managed to slip out of her eyes and into Spencer’s hair. Spencer turned his head slightly to press a kiss to her temple, murmuring into her hair, “I’ve got you, sweetheart.” He set her down as gently as he could and began to run the hot water.

“Okay, this should be perfect for decongesting your nasal pathways and loosening up the phlegm--” he stopped himself, knowing her head was probably pounding, “The soup should be ready by the time you finish your shower. If you need anything, I’ll be right outside.” He squeezed her shoulders and she sent him a tearful smile. 

As he closed the bathroom door, he took notice of a red patch of blood on the bed sheet on the mattress. He hastily checked his phone for the date and realized that her monthly visitor would be in fact--visiting. Spencer’s heart wrenched yet again as he could only imagine how horrible she really felt at the moment. He didn’t hesitate to change the sheets and clean the mattress of any remnants before neatly restoring order to the bed. He wanted to make sure she was taken care of, especially since he’d been away for so long. 

Somehow, he’d lost track of the pot that was currently boiling over the stove. He rushed to it, thankfully catching the pot right before it overflowed. He brought a spoon up to his lips and immediately winced at the lack of flavor. Spencer added some salt and continued to stir as he heard soft footsteps behind him. Y/N hugged his waist from behind silently and smushed her face against his back. Spencer smiled widely as he took the soup off the heat and swiveled around to wrap his arms around her. She noticed that he’d changed the sheets and made the bed and she honestly thought she was about to cry again.

“I missed you.” She mumbled into his shirt. Spencer kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back.

“I missed you way more. I’m so sorry for being away while you’ve been--” He began to apologize but was interrupted by her frantically shaking her head.

“No, no, no. Don’t apologize. I’m just glad you’re back.” The words barely made it past her lips, her voice hoarse. She lifted her head from his chest to gaze at him and they both adoringly stared at each other for a bit too long. He reluctantly pulled away from the embrace to ladle some soup into a bowl while it was still hot. He made himself a bowl as well since he hadn’t had any dinner. She sighed heavily as she sat at the kitchen table.

“What’s wrong?” Spencer asked, setting the two bowls down.

“I...I don’t feel like eating.” She pouted again, Spencer knew this was the cold talking. 

“I don’t think you want to hear me list the benefits of soup when you have a cold.” Spencer teased, even though he knew she loved his info-dumps. She rolled her eyes playfully, smiling at him. “Besides, you haven’t eaten or drank anything in...judging by the color of your tongue and lips, around 16 hours. You need something in your system so you can take some medication to make you feel better, sweetheart.” He said as he hungrily spooned soup into his mouth. It really wasn’t that good, but it’d do the job.

She nodded, giving in and taking her first spoonful of soup. She giggled right after it.

“I know it’s not that good.” Spencer laughed.

“I didn’t say that!” She laughed back at him. She was happy to finally get out of the rut she was in and who would be able to do that better than Spencer? “Honestly, Spencer, it’s pretty good.”

“If you say so.” He grinned and took her hand over the table. They sipped their soup in a comfortable silence and she even got up to ladle a second helping of soup. It was the first thing she’d eaten in a while and her stomach appreciated the warmth.

“Do you need me to get you anything from the store?” he asked later as he put both their dishes away. He brought her some medicine for her cold and a cup of water, motioning for her to take them. He also made sure to make her some chamomile tea to help ease the cramps.

She nodded sheepishly, taking the medicine, “Chocolate.”

He laughed, fully expecting the response. “Alright, how about you set up a movie and drink your tea? I won’t take long.” He pressed a firm kiss to her forehead and walked towards the door.

“Spencer!” She called after him, sniffling again and wiping at her nose.

“Yeah?” He called back, slipping on his shoes.

“I also need pads!” She reminded him and he laughed.

“Okay, anything else?”

“Yes! I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He grinned as he made his way to the store.

She grabbed her cup of tea and plopped down onto the couch, setting up a movie that wouldn’t agitate her headache. As Spencer promised, he was back quickly. He changed into something comfortable and made his way over to the couch with her chocolate in his hand. She smiled gratefully as she unwrapped it and devoured half of it. Spencer could only watch with adoration.

“How is it?” he asked, watching her lick the corner of her lips, trying to get all the chocolate she possibly could.

“It’s the best thing I’ve had all day, Spence.” She threw herself in his arms, her head resting soundly on his chest, “Besides this, of course.” Spencer smiled as wide as he could as he rubbed her back. She pulled her head off his chest to stare at him in wonder.

“I will never get over how lucky I am to have you.” She whispered softly and Spencer resisted the tears threatening to rise in his eyes. He just sent her a watery smile and shook his head in disbelief, not trusting his words. He had no idea where he would even begin to describe how lucky he felt to have her. She placed a soft hand on the side of his neck to pull his cheek closer to kiss it, she would have kissed his lips but she didn’t want him to get sick. Her fingers threaded through his hair as she admired him. At this point, the movie was long forgotten, she wasn’t even sure she wanted to watch it.

“Hm, it’s getting long.” She twirled a piece around her fingers. Spencer nodded as he stared back at her.

“Do you...want to braid it?” He asked tentatively, instantly noticing how her face beamed at the idea. She’d always asked him if she could braid it for him but he always refused. But looking at her now, he’d let her do anything she wanted, especially if it meant making her feel better.

“Really?! You mean it? You’re not just offering because you pity me?” She squeaked excitedly.

“Well...that’s only part of it.” He laughed and rolled his eyes. She gasped and got up to walk to their bedroom to get a comb and some hair ties. This was the most energized she’d been since Spencer had seen her and he wasn’t about to deny that seeing her excited made it worth whatever was about to happen.

“Okay, you’re gonna have to sit on the floor. You’re too tall for me.” She said as she took her seat on the couch. Spencer moved to the floor and sat down between her legs. Her fingers threaded through his mop of curls and he instantly relaxed at her touch. She began to gently comb through his tangles, careful not to hurt him. He really didn’t mind, it brought him inexplicable peace, especially after a long day.

“Are you gonna fall asleep on me now?” She teased as she noticed his closed eyes and the way his head felt heavier against her hands.

“Mmm, I might.” He hummed.

She giggled and separated his hair into four sections, French braiding each one. It was nice to have a distraction. The only thing keeping Spencer’s head propped up was her knee and she thought he genuinely fell asleep until he felt the absence of her fingers in his hair.

“Are you done?” He asked quietly, his hand coming up to feel the braids. He took it as a yes when she didn’t smack his hand away. “Y/N, they feel so cool. I have to see.” He got up from his spot with a grunt and went into the bathroom to check himself out.

“I don’t think it suits me.” He laughed, unconvinced at his appearance. He brushed his teeth while he was at it. She laughed and shook her head in response, getting ready for bed as well.

“I personally think you look great! You should sleep with them in and we can see what your hair will look like in the morning.” She tried to reason with him, she just really didn’t want him to take them out so soon. He shook his head at her once again and turned the TV off with a huge yawn.

“Come on, Spence, let’s get in bed.” She grabbed his hand and took him to the bed. They instinctively wrapped their arms around one another.

Spencer whispered in her ear, “Are you feeling any better, sweetheart?”

She nodded against him, “Thank you, Spencer. I love you so much.” He smiled.

“I love you, more. Goodnight, Y/N.” She was already out like a light before she could respond.

[dadgonedeku]

Todoroki and kirishima with a s/o who comes back from training with her back and neck sore but she takes care of him and he notice by her actions that she’s not doing well and then he takes care of her

Todoroki + Kirishima taking care of physically exhausted s/o!

❄️~Hi lovely!! I hope these are okay! I apologize it’s so late!! 😭

🔥~SFW & Fem!Reader (fem!pronouns were used!)

🥊~Happy Reading!

Shouto Todoroki❄️🔥

❄️~ Training had been especially rough for the past few days, Aizawa not letting up on pushing you and your classmates beyond your limits.

🔥~ You were exhausted to say the least, as soon as training was over for the day you grabbed your stuff and practically limped to the locker room.

❄️~ Your back was killing you, so much so that you wouldn’t be surprised if you had broken or fractured something. Of course you hadn’t, but it sure felt like it. Every time you stretched or adjusted your posture a shooting pain would radiate through your upper body.

🔥~ Your boyfriend, however, was holding up pretty well. Psh, of course he was, he always did. It was rare when Todoroki got hurt or even exhausted during training. He was one of the strongest in the class, and you were right behind him. For some reason though, today just wasn’t your day.

❄️~ When you exited the locker room holding your costume case you spotted him waiting for you across the hall, typing on his phone leaning up against the plain walls of the school. Since Aizawa was satisfied with everyone’s work for the week, he decided to let you all go back to the dorms early for the weekend. Thank goodness.

🔥~ Your eyes met his and he flashed you a soft smile before tucking his phone into one of his pockets and picking up his own case. You met in the middle of the hallway and walked together. He took your free hand in his gently, and you almost instantly felt a little bit better.

❄️~ “Are you alright s/o?” He asked you curiously, and you only nodded in response. You didn’t want to worry him, if anything you wanted to ask him the same thing. Maybe some sleep and pain medicine would get rid of your back and neck pain. It was a chore to even hold your head up.

🔥~ Of course he could tell you were holding back, in your sparring match against Bakugou you pretty much got thrown all over the place. The force of his explosions almost never failed to send his opponents flying in one way or another. He never held back, especially against girls. You couldn’t help but be kind of grateful for that though, it made you feel tough.

❄️~ “Are you sure?” He asks again, worry lacing his words. Part of you wants to be honest and tell him you’re in pain. It hurts to walk, turn your head, and even stand up straight. You choke it down and swallow your pride, maybe taking care of him will help you feel better.

🔥~ “I’m fine Sho, let’s just head back so I can wrap up those cuts for you.” He barely even had any, and the ones he received in his match were minor, barely even bleeding. He knew something was up. Your posture was stiff and your shoulders were tense. You were walking a little weird too, but of course you always prioritized him over yourself. He couldn’t help but be a little resentful towards your lack of self care. He left it alone though, deciding that fighting you about it now wouldn’t accomplish anything.

❄️~ When the two of you arrived back at the dorms hand in hand, he noticed how you immediately start to head to your dorm instead of talking with the rest of the girls like usual. It had become a little habit of yours to talk with them every other day or so in the common room, but today you just didn’t have the energy. That made him worried, were you okay? Did he do anything wrong?

🔥~ He heads to his own dorm, following you upstairs. It was pure luck your rooms were on the same floor, it made sneaking sleepovers and movie nights easier. “You sure you’re okay s/o?”

❄️~ “Yes Sho, just let me borrow the first aid kit you have.” He responds with a quick okay before opening the door to his dorm, letting you in first before closing the door behind himself. You had grown to have your own little collection of clothes, personal products, etc in his room and honestly, he found it really cute. He notices you struggle to bend down to your backpack to get clothes for yourself. You just wanted to change, all you wanted to do was change, take care of your boyfriend, and sleep. You forced yourself to hold tears back from spilling over as you gave up, your back hurt too much, it was just too much.

🔥~ “S/o? What’s wrong?” He asks, and you break. The pain is overwhelming. You finally crack and tell him everything while trying to massage your aching neck with one hand. He only responds with a frown, making his way over to you and wrapping his arms gently around you. It hurts a little, but you’re instantly met with contrasting warm and cool sensations. It feels so good.

❄️~ “Sit on the edge of the bed, I’m gonna get a heating pad and some medicine from my bag. No objections.” He says bluntly before guiding you over his bed, begrudgingly you sit down best you can and put your face in your hands. Heating pad? Meds? Potential cuddles with your boyfriend? You were all for it, it was almost too good to be true. The only problem, you were still in your uniform and he was already changed, you wanted more comfy clothes.

🔥~ “Sho?” He responds with a hum, and you can almost see the small smile on his features as he digs through his closet. “Can you pass me my bag? I wanna get my comfy clothes so I can change.” He pokes his head from behind one of the doors before asking you to wait a moment. A few moments pass and he walks back over to you. In his arms are the heating pad, one of his hoodies, and a pair of his sweatpants. “These okay?” He asks, and you smile at him as he passes you his clothes and moves to plug the heating pad in, he helps you up and you change as fast as you can in the bathroom.

❄️~ When you come back out he’s already laying down waiting for you, heating pad resting on your side of the bed and a cold water bottle in his hand. It feels like a dream. You walk over to him and he helps you get back into bed, a comforting hand taking yours while the other gently supports the small of your back as you lay down. With a groan you assume the position, and he hands you the water bottle to drink from and a couple of pain pills to swallow.

🔥~ “You did really good today s/o, so please don’t hide things like this from me. I want to take care of you when you need it.” You’re almost in tears on the spot and you can feel the pain is already fading, slowly but surely. You had the best boyfriend ever. You thank him and reach your arms out, a silent request for snuggles. He flashes you another small smile before gently wrapping his arms around you, a cool hand rubbing smooth circles into the back of your neck. He places short kisses on your forehead, telling you how proud he is of you. The nap afterwards is heaven.

Eijirou Kirishima🥊

🥊~ “S/o, are you sure you’re okay? Today’s training was tough and you look really tired.” He asks for the 3rd time, and you just nod your head in response.

🥊~ You were busy patching up a small gash on his shoulder, one he had aquired earlier that afternoon during training. Aizawa had been relentless in his drills for the past couple days, and every night you would tend to Kiri’s cuts and bruises in his bathroom. He never knew about your own though, you didn’t want to worry him.

🥊~ Of all nights to have back and neck pain it had to be this one, and it sucked. It hurt to just keep your head up, but of course you kept it to yourself. Kiri’s physical wounds were worse than your pain right? That’s what you had convinced yourself of anyway.

🥊~ “Almost done Ei, can you pass me the ace bandage on the counter?” You hold out a hand and he nods, taking said bandage in his palm before dropping it accidentally. It rolls to the floor beside you and before he can even apologize you’re bending down to get it.

🥊~ Wrong move.

🥊~ As soon as you turn your body you let out a yelp of pain, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you rush a hand to support your back. Kirishima is taken off guard, eyes wide and focused on you as he takes your free hand in his.

🥊~ “Babe are you okay? What’s wrong?” A worried gaze comes into view as he pulls you back upright, and you can’t help but fall over and lean your head on his chest. You’re so exhausted, your back and neck hurt like they never have before. All you want to do is lay down and sleep, but Kiri’s shoulder came first.

🥊~ “Sorry, I’m okay. My back just hurts a little.” You groan out, Kirishima bends down really quickly and picks up the bandage. Easy, he did it so easily. Why couldn’t you do it? You both had the same training right? Why was he better off than you? You couldn’t help but be at least a little curious.

🥊~ “You wouldn’t have reacted like that if it was just a little. Come on, let’s go get you some medicine and then we can cuddle.” He gives you a toothy grin before standing up and putting away the bandage.

🥊~ “Ei I’m fine, I promise. Just sit down and-“

🥊~ “Nope, no ifs, ands, or butts. I’m gonna help you and there’s no getting out of it. Come on babe, stand up for me.” He holds out a calloused hand for you to take in your own, and you do, not after rolling your eyes though.

🥊~ “But what about your arm? At least let me-“

🥊~ “I’ll be fine, it stopped bleeding anyways. You’re more important.” He gently ushers you to bed, and thank goodness you’re already in pajamas when you lay down, if you weren’t you didn’t think you ever get back up to change. He asks you to wait a moment before opening his mini fridge, he grabs a water bottle and tosses it onto the bed before heading to his desk drawer.

🥊~ Also known as the snack drawer.

🥊~ Why he had snacks in his desk drawer? You didn’t exactly know, but they always came in handy whenever you would sneak into his room to sleepover.

🥊~ He pulls out a package of your favorite snack before grabbing the water bottle and sitting down next to you. He opens the bottle and urges to drink, setting the snack on your lap for you to open and eat at your leisure.

🥊~ “Drink, you’re exhausted, staying hydrated is important.” Of course he would say something like that, being the fitness geek he is. He was 100% right though, so instead of arguing you just took the bottle and sipped from it.

🥊~ He props your neck up with a couple pillows and you relax against the soft material of the pillow cases. They are cool and soothing against the skin of your neck, and you nearly wallow in the relief.

🥊~ “Feel better babe?” Kirishima asks you with a side smile, he’s laying on his side now, facing you and holding one of your smaller hands in his again. He always knew how to make you feel better, no matter the day. You were eternally grateful.

🥊~ “Much, thank you. You didn’t have to do this you know.” His expression drops at your statement and you pause mid sip. You wonder why his crimson eyes are full of concern again. Did you say something wrong?

🥊~ “Babe, you always take care of me. You deserve the same, not only because you’re my girlfriend but because I love you and I wanna make sure you’re okay. Giving your body rest is important. Besides, taking care of you always makes me happy.” It had been a while since you’d heard him say something so serious, but even so it tugged at your heart strings. You only nodded, closing the water bottle and placing it on the table next to the side of the bed along with the snack. As if on cue he wraps his arms around you and you rest your head on his chest. You almost fall asleep right then and there.

🥊~ “Thank you Ei, I love you too.” He kisses your forehead and rubs gentle circles into your back. The pain has gone down a little, but it still lingers, and you let out a wince when he brings up a couple fingers to touch your neck.

🥊~ “You okay s/o? I can massage your neck too if you want.” He doesn’t even wait for your response, his hands already moving up to your shoulders and beginning to knead them, strong thumbs pressing into the back of your neck. You instantly feel a lot more relief, deciding to go limp in his hold with your arms wrapped around his leg while moving to lay in his lap.

🥊~ “I don’t deserve you Ei.” You say in a sleepy voice, only to be followed by a grunt in response to a flick on your forehead.

🥊~ “Ow! What was that for?”

🥊~ “Shush, don’t even start. We both know that’s a lie. You kicked ass today babe, as you always do. Stop selling yourself short. If anything I don’t deserve you. Now let me take care of you in peace please?” A teasing tone laces his last sentence, causing you to nod and giggle slightly. Luckily he’s probably too worn out to give you a lecture on self worth, he’s always good at making you feel confident.

🥊~ After a while you fall asleep in his lap with a smile on your face, and Kirishima kisses your head a few times before gently laying you back down next to him. He cuddles you in his arms and tucks you in, making sure your body isn’t contorted in any way before nodding off himself.

[mageofseven]

Part 2 of this ask! It is the Undateables' version of this post.

Enjoy~

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Diavolo:

MC was, surprisingly enough, attacked outside the Demon Lord's castle.

Diavolo had invited them over to have tea and tell him more about the Human realm and their experiences. The two did this every now and then.

The human was stalked the entire way though and when the minor demon realized where they were headed, they panicked and decided to attack them before they made it through the gates.

Lord Diavolo was in his office, trying to do his paperwork as he waited for them, but was bored. He just happened to look out his window and see his exchange student getting attack outside his home.

The demon was brave, he'd give him that. Sadly, he was also a fool and needed to die.

Diavolo rushed out to MC's aid and just his presence alone was enough to stop the attacker.

MC passed out right as the prince started dismembering the lower demon.

The human later woke up in a guest bed in the castle. All of their previous deep cuts from getting mauled by the lesser demon were gone, as were most of her bruises. However, they also felt exhausted and extremely sore all over.

It took her a minute to realize that the prince was sleeping at the foot of her bed. He sat in a chair and was leaned forward so his arms and head were against the bed.

He... he saved them and now stayed by their side as they slept? Why?

The man suddenly yawned and stretched his arms. He turned his head and noticed the human was awake.

"Ah, I'm glad you're alright." He gave them his usual grin for a moment before letting it fall in favor of a more serious look. "I'm sorry for the actions of my citizen, but he has been taken care of."

"Oh... it's fine." MC mumbled. "But... wasn't I hurt?"

He smiled again. "I had Barbatos heal you up. We didn't have many human-safe options, but we had a potion in stock that boosted your body's ability to heal itself, but it took a lot of energy from you. I'm afraid you've been out for about a day and a half."

Ends up calling Barbatos in for some food for MC and the prince changes the subject in favor of asking questions about their life in the Human realm, the reason they came all this way to begin with.

Despite the attack and being sore, MC still enjoyed her time with Diavolo, as usual

And honestly, they were touched that he seemed to care for them.

Yes, he's the prince and has to make sure his exchange students are safe, but if that was all it was, they wouldn't have woken up to the man at the foot of their bed, seeming as if he had waited awhile for them.

Lord Diavolo was a good man. A good friend.

Barbatos:

The butler was out shopping for some specific ingredients he needed for Lord Diavolo's dinner.

Didn't expect to bump into MC or find them in such a predicament, but didn't hesitate to step to step in.

Without giving any reaction at all, the man walked up behind the attacking demon and snapped his neck.

"Sorry for the intrusion, but I believe you were in the need of assistance." He told the human, reaching out a hand to help them up. "Are you alright?"

"B-Barbatos?" The human's gaze seemed empty. "I can't see anything..."

The demon frowned, now noticing the burn marks around their eyes. Looks like they were hit with the minor demon's poison shot.

"It'll be fine now." He gently wrapped an arm around them and helped the bruised human up before stepping back and simply taking their hand. "I shall take you back to castle to heal you."

And so he did. MC kept a tight hold of the butler's hand, scared of the emptiness and little patches of light that was now left of their sight.

At the castle, Barb guided them to a couch in one of the parlor rooms and dismissed himself to go retrieve the medicine. MC waited patiently, albeit uneasily, and couldn't help but sigh in relief when they heard the door open.

"Please lay your head back and close your eyes."

The human hesitated, but did as they were told.

Suddenly, they felt some kind of paste be wiped over their eye lids. The human gasped and bit their lip.

"Forgive me, I know the cream burns." He explained. "Please just give it a moment--"

The human reached out and, after a few misses, grabbed onto the demon's hand. He raised an eyebrow.

"I see. Very well, squeeze my hand if you need to."

As the paste was absorbed through their eye lids, it detoxified the eyeballs beneath, causing a strange pink steam to come from their face. The human let a few whimpers slip and squeezed the butler's hand till the burning had stopped and the steam had disappeared.

"You may open your eyes now; slowly please."

The human carefully open their eyes, which were now watery and red, but could see the world around them once more.

Barbato handed them a handkerchief.

"Thank you..." The human said softly before wiping their eyes.

"No need for such thanks." He smiled at them before rising. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'll have to update my lord about this incident. Please wait, as I assume he'll want to speak with you and apologize on behalf of his people."

Like you'd expect, Barbatos was calm throughout the entire process. He made taking care of the blinded human seem effortless.

What MC wasn't aware of, however, was how his heart sank when he saw them get attack or how his eyes widen just a bit when he found out they were blinded.

He couldn't allow himself to actually show his concern because he had to keep his professional facade up

However... he was grateful that it all ended well.

Solomon:

The three of them had gone to a party together: Solomon, Asmo, and MC.

The three of them did this occasionally, enough so that the sorcerer knew Asmo didn't keep an eye on MC as well his older brother had stressed that he should.

In order to keep the nights relatively drama-free, the sorcerer silently took up babysitting duty with the other human.

Solomon still drank and talked with the demons around him, but he always made sure he knew where MC was at all times.

At one point, however, the sorcerer realized he hadn't checked up on the other human in a while.

He scans the room the room for them, only to barely catch them stumbling up the stairs with another demon.

Okay, that was enough. He excused himself from the succubus who had started chatting him up and went up the stairs to check on MC.

The demon was trying to drag them into a room while they kicked and tried fighting them.

Solomon snapped his fingers. Suddenly, the demon's ass was on fire. Screaming, the lower demon ran off, likely trying to find a solution to his new predicament.

The sorcerer kneeled down on the floor, where MC had found themselves after being thrown forward by the burning demon.

"Are you alright?"

The human, a bit teary eyed but somewhat calmer than he suspected, nodded. He frowned when he noticed bruises on their arm from the lowly demon's grip.

"I believe this has been enough for one night." He gave them a light smile. "I'll take you home."

Solomon helped his friend up and sent a quick text to Asmo, explaining their current departure, before guiding the other human down the stairs and teleporting them to House of Lamentation.

The sorcerer wasn't a fan of MC joining them at parties anymore, but never tried stopping them. Instead, he kept an even closer eye on them to the point where the other human often complained it was a bit creepy. He'd smile and apologize, but keep his eyes on them anyway.

There will not be a second incident. Not with him there.

Simeon (with Luke):

The two were coming back from shopping for baking ingredients since MC was coming over to Purgatory Hall to bake with Luke.

On their way back, about half a block from their dorm, was when they found the human, being held up by their neck by a lesser demon.

Luke screamed their name as Simeon ran up, transformed into his full angel form and radiating holy light.

The demon, screeching as the light burned him, dropped MC and ran.

The human passed out just in time to see both angels' faces above them.

When they woke up about an hour later, they were laying on the couch in Purgatory Hall, all bruises gone from their body.

"You're okay!" The little angel sprung up from where he sat on the floor while he waited for them to awake.

Hearing his words, Simeon came in from the other room and smiled at the human.

"Thank goodness. You really gave Luke a scare."

"Hey! You were scared too!"

The older angel just gave a small laugh.

"Regardless, it's nice that you are awake now."

The three talked and the angels found out that MC left early to visit them, but was attacked during the walk. It was basically what Simeon had expected.

The older angel had also healed them of their wounds as soon as he carried them inside the dorm, explaining the lack of marks on the human's body.

Since the human was still a bit sore from the attack however, Simeon decided it was best to take a raincheck on the baking; he gave Lucifer a call, updating him about the incident, and ten minutes later, Mammon was at the door, ready to walk MC home.

The incident really worried the two angels; they really started to wonder if MC staying at House of Lamentation was the best thing.

Luke insisted that the two of them could protect MC better than the Brothers.

Simeon didn't really speak his opinion on the matter to the boy, but told him that the human's living arrangements likely wouldn't change, even if the two spoke up about it.

Instead, the older angel kept an eye on MC while they were with him and Luke and when they had to part, he made sure they were leaving with one of the brothers or that they stayed till one came for them.

Honestly, Simeon felt that was all he could do for them to prevent it from happening again.

[stellar-imagines]

HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝just anemic.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta ] 

「Headcanons of Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki and Aizawa with fem S/O who’s exhausted, dizzy and cold most of the time and ends up fainting during a training session. Who ends up being brought to the nurse only to discover that she’s anemic. 」

MIDORIYA IZUKU

♤ The guy is super worried for you and always asks you if you need anything. When Midoriya sees that you're feeling unwell, he does everything he can to prevent the worst from happening. This cute little bean is always by your side to help you with anything and when you're cold, he's handing you his blaser andHe doesn't really pick up everything from the get go but all he knows is that you were exhausted which was probably due to lack of sleep. Midoriya might seem very annoying, clingy and repetitive but he means well okay?

♤ He seems to be hesitant with training. You have been working hard with your quirk and wanted to test out a new move. Midoriya wouldn't say no when you're looking so eager to try out this new move of yours. The green haired boy tries to convince you to just try another day when you're feeling much better but alas you were quite persistent and he gave in. He eventually comes along with you to the gym for some training. With him around, at the very least, he can watch over you.

♤ When you actually end up passing out after the training session, he's panicking and carrying you to Recovery Girl's office for treatment. When Recovery Girl revealed that you were anemic which was the reason why you've been tired, dizzy and cold most of the time. Midoriya is asking a whole ton of questions about what he can do to help you. Once you were okay to leave, this guy doesn't let his guard down and takes responsibility over your well-being.

♤ This guy is at your beck and call. He sees you shivering a bit, he's already bringing a blanket or jacket for you. When you mention about wanting to eat something, Midoriya is going to get it for you. He's super worried for you so let him babysit you for a few days until he's convinced that you've recovered. He pays more close attention to your health from that day onwards and muttering about the benefits of certain fruits or food.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

☆ Bakugou pretends not to care that you're feeling under the weather at all. But in reality, he's very concerned. The guy sees you tired while you're sparring, he goes a bit easy on you. When he sees you starting to fall asleep in class, he's taking notes for you even though he blames you for not getting enough rest and having a fucked up sleeping schedule. He starts noticing that you get a bit cold easily and he will complain about how careless you are while throwing his jacket/blazer at your face.

☆ We all know that this guy is a softie for you and always thinks that he's doing a good damn job at taking care of you, even though he was quite aggressive with it. Bakugou decides to take it upon himself to start watching over you. But of course, you ended up dragging him into sparring with you. At first, he was against it but when you pulled out the right cards — saying that he's a coward and doesn't think that he could win against you — he agreed faster than you anticipated.

☆ Oh boy, when you ended up passing out, he's already blaming himself for getting riled up and forgetting his responsibilities. Bakugou is bringing you to the nurse to get you checked. This guy stays by your side the entire time until you regain consciousness. Everything the nurse advises you not to do, he's taking mental notes of all that for you.You were told to rest for a few days to recover you strength. When he catches you training a bit, he's scolding you like mother would and forces you to rest.

☆ Even after you recover from your condition, he's still very serious about ensuring that you're healthy at all times. Bakugou is making sure that you have a healthy diet, exercise often and get enough rest every day. During training, he works you to the bone but makes sure that you have a lot of time to rest. He tends to scold you when you skip meals, consume a little bit too much junk food. This guy even goes as far as to cook for you and honestly, you're not complaining.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

♡ Todoroki is kind of dense but he notices you being exhausted and cold most of the time. This guy doesn't think too much of it and is more gentlemanly about this whole thing. When he sees you shivering a bit, he's offering you his blazer/jacket and sits next to you to warm you up. If you're tired, he tells you that you can rest or take a break. This guy just thinks tat you need a bit of rest. He doesn't know what he's supposed to do when you're feeling a little sick.

♡ When you both were training, he was a bit hesitant on letting you continue because you looked ready to give in. Todoroki suggested taking a break to regain your lost energy for a few moments. But you were quite stubborn and insisted that you were fine and that there was nothing wrong with you at all. One side of him is telling him to be more assertive and forceful for your sake. But the other is telling him that it would be rude of him to hold back against you.

♡ He's panicking when you actually pass out during training. Todoroki stands there for a while, like what the hell is he supposed to do, did you die? Are you still alive? Do you need medical assistance? Are you playing dead? It was until someone yells at him to bring you to the nurse for a check up. This guy sits patiently next to you, fidgeting a bit as he awaited for your results and for you to wake up. Todoroki is pretty worried about you and is always by your side when you're supposed to be resting in bed. He brings food for you and don’t expect anything homemade because thus guy can’t cook for shit.

♡ More observant after that incident. The next time he sees you shivering, he's a bit scared and asks if you need to go to the hospital. You know that Todoroki is looking after you but he's just making it a big deal because of that time you passed out. Whenever he sees you sick even though it was only a small sneeze, Todoroki is already bringing blankets and warming you up, asking if you feel like dying or anything. He’s overreacting a bit so just bear with him a bit, this guy is scared that if he ignores you, something might happen.

AIZAWA SHOUTA

♧ Aizawa watches over you like you're the problem child in the class. But you were both adults and he knows that you're capable of handling yourself. He knows that you're not yourself. You're always exhausted, dizzy and cold up to point where you had to bring a jacket with you to keep yourself warm. Sometimes you would ask for cuddles when the two of you are just relaxing and you crave for warmth. This guy doesn't look like the affectionate type but he welcomes cuddling.

♧ He enjoys watching you train and he actually likes getting involved with your training. You were both heroes and you both occasionally train together to improve your skills and get to know your quirk even better. Aizawa noticed the signs that you're feeling a bit under the weather but he never expected for you to pass out.

♧ He's very worried when you pass out because he has been watching over you so much and assumed that you weren't suffering from any illness. When it was revealed that you were anemic, he's super worried and blames himself a bit for not paying more attention to your condition. Aizawa ensures that he know every single little thing about your condition so he can do everything he can to help you.

♧ Somewhat similar to Bakugou, he will be scolding you for not being careful and taking of your health properly. Even so, he will always be by your side when you're resting on bed. He stays in the room together with you and does his own thing while keeping you company as you sleep. He brings you food, medicine and everything you need without you having to ask for it. Aizawa asks Recovery Girl about everything he needs to do for you. This guy has you under strict supervision and makes sure that you are always resting instead of training and tiring yourself out.

Total: 1457 words Published: 19.06.2020

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[strikethematch18]

Dadzawa x F! Reader - Over Worked & Tired Part 2

After your shower which made you feel a little better than before as the act of cleaning the accruing sweat and radiating germs from your body. Your next step was hoisting yourself out of the shower base and to a position you can dry your body and get dressed. This would be an awfully awkward thing for your teacher to help you with, so this task left you on your own. 

It took a little bit of time and effort but eventually, you did manage to dry your body. The next step was to put the fresh clothes Aizawa left for you on your body, they were definitely comfortable and comforting. This took a little less bit of energy but still took a lot. After sitting for a moment on the seat on the toilet you stood up to face your weakness and the overpowering world spinning. 

You open the door to the bathroom quietly and slowly make your way down a hallway holding on to the wall for added support. It wasn’t long until you heard the quick steps of your professor coming from what you could assume was the kitchen in order to give you added support and led you over to a couch already made with pillows and a new blanket which made you frown slightly.

In your moment of help, you couldn’t help feeling a little guilty, “Y/N, you should have gotten my attention, and I would have been helped you sooner so you didn’t exert nearly as much energy and strength.”

Picking up on your frown Azaiwa said, “it’s just in the wash, I figured it would help and it would make it a little softer. Same thing with your clothes”

“Oh okay, thanks,” you responded weakly.

He stood in front of you and crouched down to your sitting level, “Do you think you could eat a little soup for me kid? It’s chicken noodle so it’s going to be easy on you. I know you’re not the biggest rice fan.”

Aware that you hadn’t eaten in a few days you responded, “Yeah I can try.”

As he walks away you begin to acknowledge how cold you feel but you know it’s a drawback of your fever. Truthfully you didn’t want to eat anything, what you wanted was to curl up in that blanket and sleep, but you weren’t about to let Azaiwas cooking efforts go to waste, and you putting it off any longer probably wouldn’t help your case either, so complying seemed like your best option here. In your slowed thinking you hadn’t realized Azaiwa was just arriving in front of you holding two bowls preparing to hand one to you.

You took the bowl with the spoon in it and were surprised to see your teacher taking a seat in front of you on the floor looking up at you with his own soup which confused you slightly. Had you not been sick and unable to concentrate or focus you may be able to comprehend what he was doing.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to eat by yourself, makes it a little less awkward, plus I’m a little hungry myself,” he said in his gruff normal monotone voice.

“Thanks for that, it actually means a lot,” you replied before taking a spoonful of the soup and eating it.

The meal took place in silence, you slowly eating your chicken noodle soup not wanting to rush yourself as you weren’t really all that hungry plus it felt like a lot of food. As Azaiwa eats his own he examines you in your sick form, He couldn’t help but feel responsible for this, he did push his students as far as they could but he didn’t see just how much he was taking and pushing Y/N. He tried not to show favoritism among his students, but he couldn’t help but care for you as though you were his own child. Really he just wanted you to be happy.

Spooning soup into his mouth, he began to think about the information he had read in your file over the years. He knew that your home life wasn’t all that great. Evidence that you were often left alone for days alone with no real-life knowledge of how to take care of yourself and a house. Your mom was an alcoholic and would have repeating men over that would verbally abuse you, and you did live with anxiety and major depression, but you didn’t know that he knew, all because it was in your student file. He remembered that he is going to have to do some updating to it now that he knows symptoms of the overuse of your quirk.

He noticed you had put your bowl in your lap looking down as though you were deep in thought, perhaps even getting down on yourself. Until he saw that you managed to eat only half the soup he had given you. As he quickly finished his bowl he then proceeded to stand up and gently take the bowl from you.

“Hey kid, it’s alright, you managed to eat something, we can do this again later when you feel up to it okay? I’m proud you made it this far.”

You looked up at him and nodded slightly to demonstrate your agreement on the matter.

After taking them back to his kitchen and in the sink the teacher sighed, he knew you felt terrible, but he was hoping for a little improvement on this, but this just showed you were working on it. He walked back into the living room and saw you still in the same position as before just sitting in a dazed state, but now he noticed your visible shivering from the fever you no doubt had. He put a hand on your forehead and once again you leaned into is getting a little bit of pleasure from the coldness to you. What he noticed was that you felt warmer than you had before and sighed. 

He walked away and headed to the bathroom and into a medicine cabinet. He grabbed a thermometer and ibuprofen and Tylenol, unsure of what would help the circumstances more. Once he got back to you he crouched down in front of you again as you hugged yourself giving the illusion of creating a little warmth.

“Y\N, I need you to open your mouth and stick this under your tongue so I can check your temperature, okay? See what we’re working with.”

As it beeped he discovered the results were very undesirable, 102.4 degrees Fahrenheit, starting to get into dangerous levels. The time was approximately 6:00 in the morning and right about now would usually be preparing to train you in combat before classes for the day, but today is different for the obvious reasons. The teacher sighed as he debated on the blanket or not, but it would make you more comfortable so he left it for you,

“Alright, kid, why don’t you lay down and get some sleep. You’re staying here for the time being at least until I deem you well enough to go back to your dorm. Now, what works better for a fever reducer for you, ibuprofen or Tylenol?” he said and asked as he held the bottles up.

After releasing a small cough you responded with, “Tylenol works better for me.”

And with a quick motion, he took two out of the bottle and handed them to you take along with a bottle of water. You gave him a small smile of gratitude. And after you swallowed he set the bottles down and helped guide you to laying down knowing that to you, you must feel incredibly heavy and weak. Started with your upper body making sure your head hit the pillow, then helped lift your legs onto the cushions. He proceeded to take the blanket and placing it on top of your frame to provide that extra bit of comfort.

“Why don’t you close your eyes and get some sleep kid. I’ll be here when you wake up, if I’m not in here directly find a way to let me know.”

“Okay Mr. Azaiwa, but what about classes today, shouldn’t you be there instead of here taking care of silly old me?” you said with a small laugh that leads to a coughing fit.

“Don’t worry about it Y/N, I’ll figure it out, right now you are my priority. Now go to sleep little one”:

And with that, you closed your eyes and your breathing slowed as you snuggled into the couch and pillow while wrapping yourself in the provided blanket. He sighed and took another look at the time, Roughly a quarter after 6. He knew Present Mic would be around in a little over an hour and a half as the human alarm clock with his projecting voice for teachers and students. He knew he was going to have to stop him this time since he knew you really needed the uninterrupted sleep and he knew it was essential to getting you healthy. In the meantime, he decided it was in his best interest to take a small nap and unwrapped one of his many sleeping bags and laid down in it on the floor next to you.

In about an hour and 15 minutes he woke up and got up to wait in the hallway to see Present Mic and ask him to not do his normal routine and explain the situation. Later in the day, he had plans to retrieve your laptop to email your professors at the American college and also speak to principle Nezu to alert him of the situation at hand, also he was supposed to alert him anytime a modification was to be made to a students file.

After a few more minutes Present Mic exited his room and was surprised to see his friend already out of his room and headed over to him.

“Hey Hizashi, anyway I can talk you out of doing your normal wake up routine?” Azaiwa asked.

“I mean sure, but why?” the other teacher proceeded to ask.

“I’ve got a very sick student crashing on my couch right now. She has been overworking herself and been trying to function on next to no sleep and forgot to eat in the mix of it. I brought her back here to keep an eye on her.”

“It wouldn’t happen to be Y/N would it? She’s the American girl also working on her college degree right?” Hizashi asked.

“Yeah, that’s the student. I guess she at the end of the semester and is struggling a bit. I think she’s also been depending on her quirk more and has been overusing it. Speaking of which, you know how the symptoms of that were missing from her student file? Well, I finally found out tonight.”

“Well shit man, what are they?”

“From the information, she gave me they are usually a lack of focus, occasional headache, and often night terrors and the extra fatigue. I’ll be going to Nezu here in a bit since it will be a modification to her file.”

“Alright man, I’ll spread the news to ask I wake the other teachers up.”

“Thanks for that Hizashi, and would you mind helping out covering my classes today. I want to keep a close eye on the kid. Has a fever of 102 degrees and is really struggling,” Awaiza asked to hope for the best.

“Yeah no problem Shota, just take care of the kid and let me know if you need anything else from me,” and with that, he walked off to start his morning wake-up calls.

With this taken care of, he proceeded to walk back into the apartment and see Y/N still sleeping soundly and decided to crawl back into his sleeping back, hoping to achieve some sleep himself, as he too needed some sleep in order to help her.

[kaimelia]

can you do one of when scout starts teething

teething

a/n: hi! thank you for the prompt! <3

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"Well, don't you look like crap," Jo muttered, placing her tray down onto the table. "Have you slept in the past three years?" Link shook his head, a yawn following his movements.

"Scout's teething. He doesn't sleep; he just cries. And we have tried everything, those teething toys, medicine, he just keeps crying. I had a shift today, so Amelia told me to come in and get as much sleep as I can get during my breaks, but this is the first time I've gotten to sit down in the past six hours, and I'm starving."

"You haven't touched anything on your plate."

"I'm too tired to eat." Jo bit her lip in an attempt to restrain her laughter as she watched his head fall to the side, his eyes closing.

"Go sleep in an on-call room or something. You can eat later."

"I'm too hungry to sleep," Link groaned. "I love this kid, I really do, but he might be the death of me."

"Why don't you drop him off at daycare, and you and Amelia can get some rest?"

"Amelia thinks it'll make her seem like a bad mom, handing her baby over to strangers when he needs her. The only person I think she'd be willing to leave him with is Meredith since she's been through this before, but Meredith's schedule is packed this week, and I don't want to spring that on her." He dropped his head into his hands. "I'm gonna die."

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"Hey," Amelia opened the door, a sleeping baby in her arms. "I thought you were gonna be home hours ago?"

"I fell asleep in the parking lot," he muttered, taking Scout from her. "How'd he hold up today?"

"We got a few hours of sleep; I think he cried everything out of his system and then needed a few hours of sleep to get his energy back. And then we went back to crying, and now we're sleeping again." She ran a hand through her hair, walking over to the freezer. "Addison told me to put his teething toys in the freezer, which helped more than anything else."

"Should I go put him down?"

"No, he woke up and started fussing as soon as I tried to put him down. So, I've just been walking around and making sure that his toys don't get too frozen for when he wakes up."

"You should go lay down and sleep, Amelia. I love you, and I'm telling you this because I love you; you look like crap right now." Amelia smirked, nodding slowly at him. "I've got him for a while. We'll sleep as much as we can and then take the toys out of the freezer."

"If you need me, just shake my body or something. I think I'm about to collapse," she yawned, walking towards the bedroom. "Thank you."

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"Okay, can you give Mommy a big smile, Scout?" Amelia grinned at him, trying to get her son to mimic her facial motions. He furrowed his eyebrows and stared at her in confusion. "Come on, Scout, Grandma and Grandpa wanna see a picture of your new teeth!" Scout giggled, banging his teething ring on the kitchen floor.

"I'll go rinse that off; I don't want him putting whatever bacteria is on the floor in his mouth," Link reached down, attempting to take the ring from Scout. "I need it for one second, Scout." The boy's face dropped as his father took the toy, quickly walking towards the sink and running it under the water.

"Scout, give me a big smile!" He looked back to his mother, sticking his hand out towards her. "What, you're just not gonna cooperate? We've been losing sleep for the past week for these teeth, Scout, you can show them off." Link came back, handing the ring to his son.

"I don't think he's gonna listen. He's just happy to not be in as much pain right now." Link ruffled the boy's blonde hair as he stuck the ring in his mouth, his eyes darting between his parents.

"He's so cute that it makes up for all of the crying and lack of sleep," Amelia cooed, tilting her head to the side. "You have to be the one to tell your parents that he's not cooperating for a photo, though. Your mother keeps texting me."

"He's always been a super smiley baby; I thought it would be easy to get a picture of his new smile," Link sighed.

"I think he's just messing with us. He knows what we want; he just wants to be difficult."

"Like mother like son." Link cringed as she slapped his arm; her mouth dropped in annoyance.

"Take that back!"

"You're only mad because it's true," he whispered, lifting Scout into his arms. "He's got my stellar looks and your stubborn personality."

"Wait, don't move," she picked her phone back up, taking a picture of them. "Look! He's showing his teeth!"

"Oh, my mom will love that one." Link grinned as she showed him the photo, Scout's head laid against his father's chest with his new front teeth showing as he smiled. "Huh, so maybe he likes it when I annoy you?"

"If that were true, he'd be happy all of the time."

[sckyie]

word count: 1.8k

genre + warnings: angst; post-break up, alcoholism, depression implied, mentions of death, open ending

pronouns used: she/her

a/n: i needa fix my links, suna imagine after this; valentines event announcement tmo

Death can be a strange thing. As a society, people weep and mourn the death of a loved one or a celebrity. Your body shuts down, scared to move on with life without that certain someone. Everyone responds to differently, but how do you move past the death of a relationship?

It was a rough week, to begin with. Losing the man you fell in love with then losing your job. The endless thoughts of Kageyama filled your head throughout the day. Though you missed him, you always wondered about how he felt.

To Kageyama, the break-up felt like a death in his life. That there was a missing piece of you. His heart hurt at the thought of you. Yet he didn't bat an eye when people asked about you.

You woke up to the bright lights gleaming through your blinds. You sat up, rubbing your sleepy eyes away. The bedroom had become a mess since you broke up. All of Kageyama's things in boxes, broken picture frames scattered, empty beer bottles on the counter. You groaned at the sight but you weren't in the right mind.

You dragged your feet into the bathroom, wishing for something to change. You looked at yourself in the mirror, cringing at how worse it's gotten. Your eye bags and dark circles were more prominent than before. Poking at your face, you sighed knowing everything you're doing is becoming more and more unhealthy. Starting small, you decided to shower before cleaning up a little in your room.

Kageyama had stuck to his usual routine. Wake up early, shower, have small breakfast, practice, come home to you. He had always forgotten that you weren't waiting on him at home. He grew this habit of saying "I'm home," but there was no one to respond.

Nonetheless, Kageyama was doing significantly better than you were. Harsh to say but it was the truth. He had amazing practices with his team, he spent time with his best friends, and he had no worry of you needing attention. His mind would clear for the day, only for it to be clouded with the thoughts of you.

A small bit of cleaning turn into a deep clean where your mind was empty. No thoughts of the break up nor your financial situation. You looked at the boxes and bags at the front of your door. Recycling the old beer bottles, a bag of trash from all over the house, and the one box that haunts you. The box of Kageyama's clothes, gifts and old memories in which you wanted to return to him.

You sighed as you looked at them, your stomach growling to break your silence. Your hand flies to your belly as you walked towards the refrigerator. An empty fridge, what did you expect? You hadn't left the house in days. Closing the fridge, you grabbed your bag and keys before heading out to the grocery store.

Kageyama opened the pantry cabinet to find an empty tub of pre-workout. Checking his other shelves, a lack of food and workout powder was evident. He groaned despite it being his day off, getting ready to go out.

You wondered the aisles taking note of what you need to buy and what not to buy. You cringed at the sight of alcohol, turning away from the cold fridges. Your eyes follow the different products into the next aisle. The items in your basket rustle, shifting the weight around as you trailed into the next walkway.

You looked down adjusting your drinks, walking on the side of the aisle. Kageyama had picked up a new tub of energy supplement, reading the back with all the ingredients. He looks up after hearing someone approach him down the aisle. His eyes widened at the sight of you yet you didn't even see him as you passed.

After fixing your basket, you continued down the aisle in which you knew you didn't need anything from. "Y/n?" You heard. You knew that voice, you could never forget that voice. Slowly, you stopped and turned to see the one person you dreaded seeing.

"Tobio," You muttered. He takes a step towards you, afraid of what you'd do. Your heart ached as Kageyama was standing a few feet away from you.

He stared at you, noticing significant changes in your demeanor. "H-How are you?" You broke the silence.

"I'm doing good, I'm just buying some pre-workout...What about you?" He took a glance at your basket, noticing some medicine among your groceries.

"I'm...okay...I just needed to buy some groceries," Your voice was shaky. Kageyama took a step closer to see what medicine you had picked up.

"Are you sick?" Kageyama tilted his head. "Are you sleeping? You look...tired."

"I'm just, recovering," You sighed. "My head does not concern you anymore." You looked at the ground, the pain in your chest intensifying. He's pitying you.

"It does concern me," His voice was stern. "Just because we broke up doesn't me I stopped caring about you."

"We broke up because you stopped caring!" You raised your tone. "We broke up because you called me a distraction and that you were just taking care of a toddler. You're not my boyfriend anymore, don't try to coddle me."

"Y/n, don't talk-" You took a step towards him.

"Shut up Kageyama. Stop trying to act like everything is okay between us," You cut him off.

"So what? I'm supposed to let you drink our break up away?" He defended. His chest began to sting after hearing you call him by his last name. "I'm not letting you kill your body because I left!"

"Fuck you," You spat, turning and walking away from him.

"Don't walk away from me," Kageyama reaches over and grabs your shoulder to stop you. "You're not going to die because you're out of a relationship. Stop being stubborn."

"I'm already dead," Your eyes were watering, you swat his hand away turning to pay for your items. "I'm done arguing with you Kageyama."

Kageyama wanted to go back and stop you but he could tell that you  were truly heartbroken. It was his decision to leave you. The night of the break up, you had asked him if he could pay more attention to you. It spiraled into an argument about time and how you acted with him. He called you a distraction. A waste of time. The one thing holding him back.

Those harsh words had stabbed you in the back as you left him that night. The next morning, you had been let go by your job due to overstaffing and downsizing. You had nothing left, that's when the drinking started. You thought it'll drown out the pain, it didn't. It only made it worse.

Roughly a week after seeing each other in the grocery store, Kageyama decided to go out for a morning run. Down his path, he spots the house you were renting while you two together. Back then, Kageyama had always brought up the suggestion of moving in together. As he encroached on the front of your gate, a particular sign caught his eye. "For rent?" He read aloud. He peeks into the windows to see an empty home.

One of your neighbors had noticed Kageyama as he went out to get his  mail. "Kageyama?" Your neighbor asks.

Kageyama turned to the unfamiliar stranger. "Yes?"

"You're friends with Y/n, right?" He asked. Kageyama stopped at the word friends, hesitantly nodding.

"How do you know my name?" Kageyama walked towards the neighbor, his eyes fixated on your house.

"Well," Your neighbor opens his garage, walking in to grab something. Kageyama watched as the man came back with a box, his name scribbled on the side. "Y/n asked me to give this to you if you ever came by."

"What?" Kageyama took the box in hand.

"Before she left, she gave me that to give to you," Your neighbor explained. "She said something along the lines of 'I'm too scared to talk to him anymore.' She said you'd come by from a run sometime. I didn't know I'd be so soon."

"Wait, before she left? Where'd she go?" Kageyama asked.

"No clue, I saw her donate a lot of her things but last I saw her, she just gave me that box," He put his arm on the back of his neck. "To be honest, she seemed really sad when she came by."

"Did she say where she was going?" Kageyama looked back at your house, noticing a plant sitting on the railing by your door.

"Only that she was saying goodbye to people," He says.

Kageyama bows to the neighbor before leaving, taking the box to his car. Before driving, he decided to make some calls to his friends about you.

"I haven't heard from her in a while, is she okay?" Hinata responded.

"Last I heard from her she said she wanted to leave," Tsukishima said.

"No clue, has something happened?" Yamaguchi asked.

"Y/n? I have no idea, do you need help finding her?" Iwaizumi says.

Then, his final resort. "Y/n-san..." Oikawa's voice was low. Even though he wasn't in Japan, he knew something. "She called me telling me that...she didn't want anything to do with, well all of us. She told me that after the break up she couldn't bear being around your friends."

"Why would she tell you this? You're not even here," There was hints of pain in Kageyama's voice. "Did she tell you where she was going?"

"She told me because I'm not there to stop her," Oikawa sighed. "Tobio, I'm scared for her."

"Do I have to ask again? Where did she go?" Kageyama's eyes were starting to water. "Is she okay?" Oikawa paused, thinking back to the phone call the two of you had before you left.

"Y/n-chan!"

"Hi Oikawa..."

"Oikawa? Y/n, are you okay?" You never called him by Oikawa, not even when the two of you met.

"I just wanted to, well, let go of something."

"Let go?"

"I'm leaving and I won't be coming back."

"Wait what? Where are you going? Why are you telling me this?"

"Because...this is my goodbye to you...and only you. I don't want to be around Kageyama's friends anymore. I can't stand being with them without connecting them to him. I'm only telling you know because you can't stop me from going."

"Where are you going Y/n? You're scaring me now." Oikawa was concerned of what you were going to do.

"Somewhere where no one will find me," Your voice cracked as you spoke. "Goodbye Tooru. Tell Kageyama I still love him for me?"

"Y/n, wait-" You had ended the call before he could continue talking.

"She just- what disappeared?" Kageyama started his car quickly looking for your contact. "She didn't say anything else?"

"No, I'm sorry Tobio," Oikawa sighed.

"I'll call you back," Kageyama ends the call as he began to drive towards his neighborhood. He taps your contact, waiting for the phone to ring. He waited impatiently, anxiously anticipating your answer.

That was until, "We're sorry; you have reached a number that has been disconnected or is no longer in service."

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[91percentpynch]

false god - kevaaron au pt 5

long time no see because i was in a writing block and that sucks but i‘m back and ready to break our hearts <33 thanks to argyro for helping me figuring out what happens here

i listened to false god by taylor swift cuz the angst??? love it!!! anygays this is from kevin‘s pov, i hope it makes sense and i hope you like it <33 stay safe, drink some water and always remember only racists, trump supporters, transphobes and homophobes skip meals!!

to check out the other parts click here

Aaron wasn‘t gone for too long when Kevin‘s phone rang

He didn‘t have the energy to pick it up, just to stare it down as if some kind of magic or his sheer will power would make it stop, let him be alone with his thoughts

But obviously that didn‘t work, it never did

The phone kept ringing, slowly driving the striker mad, slowly taking his sanity.

It would be the fifth or sixth missed call that would make him get up to answer the phone

„KEVIN HI NICKY HERE, LISTEN I TRIED TO CALL YOU FOR THE PAST HALF HOUR OR SO BUT AARON‘S IN THE HOSPITAL AND I CAN‘T GET THERE UNTIL LIKE TOMORROW AND ANDREW DOESN‘T ANSWER HIS PHONE EITHER AND HE WOULD TAKE LIKE HOURS TO GET THERE AS WELL CAN YOU PLEASE GO TO HIM SO HE DOESN‘T HAVE TO BE ALONE I DON‘T KNOW WHAT HAPPENED PLEASE, KEVIN I NEVER ASKED FOR ANYTHING FROM YOU PLEASE JUST GO AND MAKE SURE MY SON IS OKAY“

„Nicky? Hi to you too. You do realize he isn‘t my responsibility and that he broke up with me and that I don‘t really have to go there. I don‘t own him shit. He made my life miserable. He probably deserves whatever happened to him“ was what Kevin wanted to answer, was probably what he was supposed to say. But deep down he knew it was not true, that Aaron never ruined his life. Made it better, made it it bareable. Made it worth living, not just existing. Made it more than Exy and Vodka.

After a few moments of silence that felt like an enterinity Kevin settled for a simple: „Which hospital?“

„OH DIO MIO GRACIAS, MUCHAS GRACIAS. ESTÁ EN EL CHICAGO HOSPITAL“, Nicky replied in Spanish. Something the Latino only did when he was either very emotional, very drunk, very angry or all at once.

Kevin didn‘t have it in him to tell Nicky that he still did not speak Spanish, he understood the hospital and that was enough. For now.

„I‘m on my way, call you later and Nicky? He‘s going to be fine. It‘s not your fault. You‘re a great mother to them, the best I‘ve ever had the pleasure to meet. Now calm down, go to Erik and take a nap. You don‘t have to come, he‘s with us. We got this. Do you want to talk to Jeremy while I go to check up on Aaron?“

„Sí“, was all Nicky had to say. Voice thick with tears.

„JER CAN YOU TALK TO NICKY AARON‘S IN THE HOSPITAL I‘M GOING THERE“, Kevin shouted into the flat.

„Absoloutly“, Jeremy replied and took the phone from Kevin.

„Mi corazón, escúchame“, was the last thing Kevin heard as it hit him. Aaron was in the hospital. Right after Kevin refused to listen to him, right after Kevin refused to let him explain himself. It was Kevin‘s fault. If Aaron died, he would have killed him. He was basically a murderer. His breathing came out uneven, his lungs didn‘t get enough air. He knew that he needed to breathe, but breathing was hard and he was weak.

Jean noticed Kevin having a panic attack when he came to check up on him. „Day, listen to me. Breathe. In... And out... In.... And out... In... And out“

Kevin‘s breathing got better, slowly but steadily.

„It‘s my fault“, the striker whispered.

„It‘s not, Kevin. It is not your fault. If you don‘t want to go there, you don‘t have to. He is not your responsibility“

„Hypothetically if Jeremy was to break up with you and you‘re hurt and sad and blame him for your misery when it‘s more the lack of him that makes you feel that way and his sister or brother or mother or whoever would call you and hysterically asked you to go look after him cause his family is stuck on another continent and the only other person who could call refuses to take the phone cause they‘re too busy doing their boyfriend, would you not go cause he is not your responsibility anymore? Because Aaron is my Jeremy. Just like Jer saved your life and made you see that live is indeed worth living, Aaron showed me the same“

„I don‘t think I would surive Jeremy leaving me, you‘ve always been stronger than me. Should I give you a ride?“, Jean whispered.

„It‘s not a thing of strenght Jean, it‘s an addiction. It used to be alcohol that made me forget, made me feel light and free and carefree. I drank and drank until I couldn‘t live without it anymore. And then I met Aaron, I tasted him, I smelled him and he chose me. Me? What did I have to offer him? A boy broken and raised by Exy. All I can offer is Exy. Nothing more. Until he made me see that it was wrong, that I am more than that. And he might have broken my heart and yes I might still love him even though he will never feel the same but I cannot not go there. I have to. I have to be there for them, the way he was always there for me“

„Get your things, we‘re going to the hospital“, Jean replied, unable to put his emotions into words.

So Jean and Kevin left for the hospital while Jeremy tried to calm Nicky down with softly whispered Spanish words.

As they arrived at the hospital Kevin stormed in there.

„Aaron Minyard“, was all he was able to say. Too many memories were connected with hospitals. Too many memories he would much rather just forget.

„Name?“, the nurse said in a bored tone.

Kevin just put a finger on his cheek.

„Kevin Day? I can‘t let you to him, only family and spouses“

„What if I sign something, we take a nice selfie and you tell me where he is. You see I‘m basically family. I‘m the closest and the others can‘t be here until at least tomorrow evening and we don‘t want the poor guy to be all alone and confused, do we?“, Kevin said with his press smile and shining eyes. He knew the charme he had on females. It was just not useful for him as he never really was into that. He never was into anyone but Aaron, to be fair.

„I could lose my job for that“, the nurse replied, her eyes wandering from his eyes to his lips and up again.

„I‘m sure I can offer you something that will you let me to go see him“, Kevin replied with a wink, being disgusted by himself that he even thought about all the possiblities this woman could ask him to do with her.

„Room 21, second floor, station E. You clearly care about him, if anyone asks it wasn‘t me“, she smiled at him. „Besides I always liked Moreau more, I‘m sure we can think of something to do while you are with the boy“

„Sorry“, Kevin whispered to Jean as he ran down the aisle trying to figure out where Aaron was.

The hostpital was a mess of busy nurses and angry doctors, but nothing could stop a determinded Kevin Day. No one. Not even Andrew Minyard.

After what felt like forever he made it to the room, kicked the door open and walked with three long strides to Aaron.

„You fucking idiot, what have you done?“, he whisper-shouted, holding back tears while taking in Aaron‘s sorry state.

„I don‘t need your fucking pity“, Aaron replied, exhausted.

„Did you tell them you can‘t have morphine? Because you might relapse, i mean you already did but we don‘t want it to get worse. And this is not pity, this is Nicky yelling at me in Spanish cause you‘re in the hospital and he‘s in Germany and I‘m the closest to you and he does not want his son to be alone“

„Andrew didn‘t care to come, did he?“, Aaron whispered into his pillow.

„Andrew does care about you he‘s just shit at showing it, that fucking asshole“, Kevin replied softly. „C‘mon what have you done Minyard?“

„Car accident, not that it‘s any of your fucking business“

„How are you?“

„Fucking great, I should let a truck drive into me more often. Very freeing. Very calming“, Aaron said sarcastically, avoiding Kevin‘s eyes.

„A truck. Drove into you?“, shock made Kevin‘s Irish accent stronger.

„Not that you would care“, Aaron‘s voice was barely more than a whisper as he turned around, back to Kevin.

„Aaron first of all I can see you naked ass and not that I wouldn‘t mind the view and I‘ve seen it often enough but the nurses don‘t have to see that too. And secondly of course I care. I always did. Always will“

Blushing Aaron turned back towards Kevin.

„Why wouldn‘t you listen to me if you care so much? You‘re exactly like like Andrew, you guys only ever care when I‘m about to die or do something that doesn‘t sit right with you. Never about me as a person. The conecept about me maybe, but me? Me as a person? No one cares about that“

„You are Aaron Minyard. Born on the 4th of November, 8:31:45 am. You grew up in California in the house next to Nicky. Nicky and you were always close and you didn‘t have many friends because of your mom. Your mom might have abused her and I might hate her for that but you still love her and I get that because on some fucked up level I still care about Riko. You are allergic to cats, peanuts and house dust. You have a freckle right on your right hip, under your navel, from under your left eye over to the nose to the corner of your right eye. You like it when you are hold when you can‘t sleep but you hate showing affection in public. You were 13 when you started exy, because it gave you an escape, but you had to stop because the bruises from your mother‘s beating got to obvious. So you started getting into medicine. You borrowed every single book on medicine you could find and read it at night, always hidden from your mom. You had to have straight As or the beatings would be worse. Your mom did go out to have ice cream with you when it was especially bad. That‘s why you hate ice cream so much, especially vanillia because it was her favourite. Your secret hobby is skating. You feel free when you do it. You want to live at the coast, but not close to Cali, never back to Cali. You want Andrew to notice you and you hate how easily he let Neil in because obviously deserve it more and I get that. You tried drugs to escape, to see what was the appeal. Your uncle never helped you but he brainwashed you into believing he did. You grew up very religous and in an extraordinary homophobic household, you watched your cousin and only friend getting shipped away because he was different, not right, so you confinced yourself you were different. Heterosexual. When in reality you knew since you were 15 that you preferred guys. You liked girls as well. At least you thought but it‘s so much more complicated. Actually it isn‘t. You‘re asexual, you do however like the feeling of sex. You think the process is disgusting, but you still like the feeling. It has to be the right person though. It doesn‘t matter wether it‘s a boy or a girl or something else entierly, all that matters are the feelings the person makes you feel. It took you years to accept that you are not wrong, that you wouldn‘t have to go away like Nicky. You apologized to Nicky. You thought you had to be against their relationships, because that‘s what they made you believe. Old habits die hard. But you got over it and I am very proud of you. You sleep with a teddybear or with another person that cuddles you because the thought of being alone scares the living crap out of you. Your favourite flowers are sunflowers because yellow is a happy color. You hate sweets, you prefer salty snacks. You prefer coffee black, like your sould. You use sarcasm and humor as your coping mechanism. You stole my history books because you love history as well. You also love art but you don‘t think you are good enought to become an artist. You would love to work at Jean‘s studio but you are afraid to ask. You and Jean used to be friends but you cut him off and isolated yourself because your anxities and insecurities took over you again. Sometimes you have depressive episodes, in these you crave drugs more than normally. You want to stop it, you really do but somehow your brain tries to tell you you need it. You would love to have five dogs. An Irish Red Setter, an Irish Wolfhound, a poodle a big one though, a labrador and a golden retriever. You also want to adopt at least two kids. You don‘t want any child to go through what you had to go through or Andrew. So don‘t you dare tell me I never cared for you. Because I do. I listen when you tell me things. I remember every single time you came to me, black out drunk, crying and telling me you‘re worthless. Because every single time I wanted to tell you you aren‘t. You are a wonderful human being and I don‘t understand why I wasn‘t enough for you to stay but I will not let you tell me I never cared about you. Because that‘s some fucking bullshit“

Kevin didn‘t even notice the tears running down his cheeks. It‘s been a while since he was that emotional, since he let his walls down and dared to show emotions.

„You really did listen“, was all Aaron had to say.

„Why wasn‘t I enough for you?“, Kevin replied, voice thick of tears, Irish accent strong.