#well anon I guess this goes on the hc sheet

[nu-metal-confessions]

i read this one fic about what it'd be like to sleep and wake up with Jim and the author put an entire paragraph about how Jim farts a lot in his sleep and i wish i could experience that

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[kaeyas-beloved]

could i request an ikemen vampire hcs or scenario (whichever you’d prefer) where mc is a massive fan of arthur’s books and how he reacts when he finds this out (maybe she accidentally quotes his book??)

Hey Anon, of course you can! And sorry for the long wait on this request, I hope you still enjoy it though! 

If Arthur’s reaction to the reveal isn’t as clear as I (hopefully) made it the Vincent request please let me know and I can put just his reaction in headcanon form :) (make sense??)  

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Quotes {Arthur x Reader}

Stumbling through the mansion's doors, Arthur and (Y/N) were on the brink of collapse, both having just returned from their latest detective adventure.

"I say!" Arthur exclaimed as he leaned against (Y/N) for support, who in turn was leaning against the wall. "That was quite a disaster wasn't it?"

A breathy laugh escaped her lips as she nodded, still catching her own breath.

"You can say that again! And you seemed to be off your game today~" her tone was light and teasing as she shot him a smirk, pushing both of them upright and beginning to make her way to her room with Arthur right behind her.

"Your words wound me love! Must you point it out!" the mystery writer feigned a hurt expression though he couldn't suppress the chuckle that followed.

"Well it's true!" She rolled her eyes, swinging the bedroom door open, smile never leaving her face. Fingers began to unbutton her top before she grabbed her nightgown, the male undoing his own jacket, leaving him in just a white shirt and pants.

Before long they were snuggled together under the silk sheets of the bed, legs intertwined in a tangled mess and bodies pressed up against one another.

"But you must admit," Arthur started, pulling her even closer to his chest, "being chased by two blokes was rather exciting!" The woman within his hold nodded sleepily, snuggling her face against him as she listened to her lover go on to list everything that just didn't go their way that evening.

There was how each lead they got reached a dead end - some leading to really weird places - how they nearly got beaten to a pulp by the guys that chased them and so on. With each thing he recalled, the sleepier she became, the day's events weighing down on her conscious.

And because she was so tired, in a haze she murmured "well, there is nothing more stimulating than a case where everything goes against you..." failing to notice how the bluenette's eyes widened and his arms twitch ever so slightly. He knew that quote, of course he did, he wrote it himself after all.

"Is that so?" He whispered into her ear paired with a low chuckle, "And how do you know that line my dear?" It took a moment for his question to register in her mind, but when it did a tiny alarm bell went off in the back of her mind.

How the hell was she suppose to tell him that she used to - and basically still is - a huge Sherlock Holmes fan? That she's read all of his books at least twice each and sometimes three because they were just that good?

After a long period of silence Arthur thought (Y/N) had fallen asleep - that was until she began to speck. "I've been... a fan of your work ever since I was little... I guess the reference just slipped, sorry..."

In all honesty the lesser-vampire didn't know what to say, what could he say? He was shocked... but at the same time wasn't.

Theo did mention that he once heard her gush about the famed detective to Sebastian one time, yet Arthur just brushed it off at the time though and took it as a mere jest. It also explain why her eyes sparkled when he told her his name at the dinner when she first arrived (which he just assumed was because she was admiring his looks).

Instead of dwelling on it too much, Arthur reigned in the minor shock he felt and just went with the first thing that came to mind. Obviously, it was to lightly tease her.

"It's alright love... but you'll have to tell me more about this obsession in the morning~" (Y/N) just chuckled lowly, lazily smiling at what her love of Sherlock Holmes was called.

Although, he wasn't technically wrong. Only a hardcore fan would remember lines like that.

"Yeah, okay then... but just so you know, I like the author more than his characters..." the male's sea blue eyes widened momentarily, caught off guard once more by her added comment.

(Y/N) didn't notice as her voice trailed off at the end with just a goodnight as her last words, drowsiness finally taking the wheel. Arthur waited until his love's breath turned into even and shallow puffs of air before responding.

"Goodnight love." His eyes had softened as they lingered on her peaceful form, the writer never able to get enough of her.

Closing his own eyes, Arthur's mind was full of nothing but his girlfriend and the thought of how she was probably his biggest fan in the whole world. Not only a fan for his works and characters but a fan of him.

And if was her? If it was her that enjoyed his stories? If it was her that gave praise to his works - to the made up detective? Maybe then, and only then, he didn't mind Sherlock all that much...

And he defiantly didn't mind how much of a Sherlock nerd his lover was either - if anything, he found it absolutely adorable.

[subloganrights]

A list of prompts...

...from the asks of my old sanders sides smut blog that I will never get around to writing for one reason or another, so, feel free to take them and use them in whatever way you want. (And feel free to tag me too)

[Sorry if any of these prompts are yours, yes some are very old, but I’ve either had no inspiration for them, dislike the ship for it now (in the case of prinxiety prompts), I simply have been unable to write them, or I’ve got something very similar already in the works]

prompt: patton x virgil with a daddy kink and some spanking? maybe patton punishing him for being bad or talking back-- or for teasing him to much. (i love the headcanons where patton is secretly kinky and that his entire personality changes in bed--) this is my first time asking for a prompt on a smut blog so sorry if its to kinky (or not kinky enough-- )

Prompt: Virgil taking care of Patton, not necessarily because Patton needs it, but because Virgil wants to. Virgil kissing, cuddling, praising, and loving on Patton (NSFW). Maybe body worship?

Prompt: Virgil accidentally bursting out to Roman: "I just had the weirdest dream about you and now i can’t stop imagining what you’d look like naked"

“Tie my jacket around your waist? Gross-! Just because you couldn’t hold it doesn’t mean I have to get my clothes soiled, too.” Virgil is the one who pissed himself, he washing his jacket or something already so he asked for Roman's jacket.

Prompt: “If you hadn’t drank so much everytime we go somewhere, you wouldn’t have had this problem…” if you’re up for it maybe Princiety? Thank you! I love your writing so much ❤️

Prompt: Sugardaddy au, Moxiety - Virgil is an art major at college and he wants to become an art teacher, but it's really hard for him because of his anxiety. He has a job that doesn't pay too well, but it's okay and he does art commissions for money, but he doesn't sleep or eat enough and is constantly stressed. So when he meets Patton and they get to know each other, Patton offers to be his Sugardaddy, but Virgil refuses. He always has been always will be. Patton continues to insist.

oneshot: virgil goes to see roman in a show and roman sneaks him backstage and dresses him in a costume and fucks virgil in it and makes him cum multiple times

Prompt: so Idk if you've looked at the omorashi tag recently put there us a post ralking about 'voodoo bladder control' and I was wondering if you could write a fic witg roman controlling virgil's bladder all day and V just losing it because "oh my God roman pleaseeee" but he can't do anything cause the group is spending time together and virgil is so embarrassed. I hope this makes sense, also love your blog btw it's amazing💙💙

Prompt: Three of the Sides tied down, vibrating cock rings on each of them. The one Side not tied up is dominating them all, teasing them further and further till all of them are begging messes. Each one tied down trying to please the dom the most so that they could finally cum.

Plz write a fic (or hc you choose fam) of the dom pat wanting sub Virge to scream for him. I beg💜

Fic prompt: strong Patton and needy verge. Virgil's a jittery mess and he needs something but getting off alone isn't helping. Que Pat walking in on the writhing whining mess that is virgil on the bed and just instantly picks him up. Of course this causes him to wrap his legs around the elder side. Long story short pat fucking him hard up against the wall is exactly what he needs 💜

Prompt: Remy and a side of your choosing indulging in some mild bondage and somnopholia

Prompt anon here sorry I haven't been online until now. I'm used to people /wanting/ vague prompts so I'm sorry for that. Maybe some moxiety with Virgil asking/begging Patton to do something and getting told to do it himself. (I.e., wanting to be fucked and ending up riding Patton and doing the work etc)

Prinxiety Prompt: "You look so helpless. How does it feel not having the upper hand?" When Virgil decides that he's gonna top Roman, and Roman talks a big game about how Virgil don't break him but uhh...... He breaks

Hello again! I’m the somnophilia Logince anon. Okay so maybe Logan and Roman are cuddling and then Roman ‘falls asleep’ and somehow tells (maybe Morse code or something) Logan that he wants to do this so Logan just sucks roman off and whispering ‘please don’t wake up’

Can you do a fic where Patton makes Virgil wear a vibrator and has a control for it and loves to set it off at random times?... Sometimes even in public. He does it when he doesn't listen to him. Virgil tries not to be turned on or react buuuut it doesn't work.

OH OKAY basically Logan and Roman are arguing about who can do things better and it goes from “i can make decisions better than you” to “at least I’m better at kissing” and then all the way to “i ride dick better than anyone” and it’s very sexually and frustration charged but ends happily post orgasms

prompt: Patton taking Virgil's virginity and it just being really soft and sweet 💕

Then could you do some logince knifeplay? Like power bottom Logan riding Roman who’s tied up and he’s using the (dull sided) knife and saying stuff like “Be still, we wouldn’t want to cut up that pretty face of yours.” And “How defenseless you look, a daring prince in the face of danger, moaning and whining for more.”

Omo prinx anon - I just really like the idea of Virgil flipping it around on usually dom roman, both of them surprised at how much they enjoy it. I’m new to omo? So I’m not sure. But maybe some light restraints? Praise/degradation? Roman being the bigger stronger one but Virgil is still completely in control?

Virgil and Patton go out to the mall, and Virgil waits too long to go to the bathroom, and the nearest one is out of order.

Fic: Patton making Virgil his pretty kitty, complete with a tail, ears, and a collar.

Prompt: Logan stressed out by school/finals/homework that one of the others fuck him to relax him enough to sleep.

Hcs or Prompt. Roman and Vergil sharing ice cream. Vergil flicks a spoonful of ice cream on Roman's shirt. say "Guess we gotta remove that shirt." Roman then smears a spoonful of ice cream down Vergil's cheek and across his shoulder. He then licks and sucks his way back up to vergil's mouth.

Yee! A few I have: Virgil gets scared/anxious and doesn’t realize it but he wets himself out of fear? (Could also work for Patton too) Or, on a lighter note, Roman or Patton giggling so hard they wet themselves. :3 (I blame my friend for that last one). Do with them what you wish my pal. -DA

If requests are open, is it possible for you to write a fake-rape prinxiety fic? Consensual non consent or whatever, with dom Virgil? ~ 💛

So um I'm not a fan of omo but prompt: Patton reminding everyone to stay hydrated and when they don't listen, Patton going all Dom on them forcing them to drink water and then things get messy and omo ensues

Logince and some accidental bondage + some sleepy sex (waking up to a blowjob and being so tangled in the sheets that they're technically restrained)

I'd die for some Remy getting recked, probably by Roman after he was done of the other's pettiness. Basically the prince trying to tame the brat (?) - Cal

when you have a chance could you do something with virgil getting wrecked, maybe by deciet and sleep, maybe have him cry alittle? Thanks you

Prompt: Roman and Logan deciding to shop online and the first thing to pop up on Romans computer is porn. Graphic porn. They decide to... recreate it - new ask sender whom you can call Louise

roman having a collar that says property of virgil or summin, and virgil finds it and ro is embarrassed but virge loves it!! also like. us petplay enthused fanders are having a field week

Prompt: Roman in a skirt in a train, Logan is with him. Ends up fucking him in public while on the train with a few people here and there in the car.

It's slightly odd but like, reverse daddy kink where Virgil is the one who likes being called "Daddy", along with bondage and a Pat being very loud and whimpery. You can choose the situation

[brightly-painted-canvas]

how about some mazlek going away on a nice, peaceful vacation together after the oscars so they can finally get some alone time? (let's pretend rami had some time off before going back to film mr. robot)

I am disgustingly late, dear anon! But I finally have something ready for you. Hope you don’t mind me filling this request with another one of my rambling hc posts, it felt like the best option :)

Joe doesn’t like to be predictable EVER so when he and Rami figure out they have one week of break between the Oscars and the start of Mr Robot filming, he calls dibs on being the one in charge to decide where to go on vacation

he also keeps the whole plan a secret (and he’s surprisingly good at it) (but maybe Rami being so taken with award season and shootings preparation helps him being successfully secretive)

the day after Rami’s Oscar win, at some point in the afternoon (since they slept in late to cure the afterparty hangover), they say bye to their friends and Rami’s family and Joe drives North until they reach Salt Lake City and stop for the night in a hotel

(Joe promises that’s not their destination but Rami is not worried in the least and he enjoys the drive and fastfood dinner and mostly he likes not having to worry about a thing, trusting Joe completely)

(he’s also already in an absolute state of lax and relief after months and years of incessant work and stress and having to be constantly in the public eye, doing the right thing, being always on his best behaviour)

Joe as usual makes the best out of their modest hotel room situation and prepares a warm bath for the both of them and then gives Rami a back massage all the while Rami complains he needs to relax too since he had been driving for half a day

they fall asleep in the middle of a sloppy and tired make out session and as they wake up the day after they make fun of each other for being too old and too tired to maintain a regular sex life with their kind of lifestyle

they have breakfast and then continue the journey

Rami offers to drive a bit as long as Joe tells him where to go but Joe refuses saying they’re not that far

true to his words, after a few hours that the scenery outside the car’s windows has turned white with snow and they are well beyond the border between Utah and Idaho, they park outside a nice private cottage right at the foot of the mountains

the lodge is beautiful outside and inside: there is a large living room with two couches and a fireplace, an old-style kitchen with already a few box and bags of grocery done for them and on the second floor probably the best decorated bedroom Rami has ever seen (and that’s saying something, considering he’s used to stay in some fancy hotels around the world). The best thing about the bedroom is the window and balcony, overlooking the woods and a creek of a small lake that is completely frozen in the still icy weather of late winter. The place looks pristine and clean but at the same time warm and cozy and he asks Joe how he found it but Joe refuses to give away his secret sources (probably just a late night deep dig into Airbnb’s abyss)

this leads to them bickering without malice about how it’s not nice to keep secrets in a relationship and they go on until they’re outside exploring the surroundings of the house and Joe gets hit with a snowball on the back of his head

they have a vicious snowball fight for minutes until Joe succeeds in catching Rami by his waist and rolling the both of them down a slope of fresh snow

soaked to the bones and laughing their asses off they snuggle close and kiss with frozen lips as clouds of warm breath surrounds them

getting back inside to get changed, Rami starts the fire in the living room and feeds it until Joe is out of the shower and they can switch

when Rami is back from the hottest shower he could get, all the sheets and blankets and pillows of the bedroom are now forming a perfectly structured pillow fort in front of the fireplace and Joe is pouring French red wine inside two glasses looking smug

Rami sits beside him on the fluffy floor of the pillow fort and kisses him senseless

(“You don’t know how much I needed all this.” “Oh, believe me… I do know.”)

they’re tired for the long travel and playing in the snow but they manage to make dinner and watch a movie and even christen Joe’s epic pillow fort making slow and tender love

Rami refuses to fall asleep on the floor though, so they pick up some of the blankets and sheets to make the bed upstair and fall asleep on a very soft mattress and in each other’s arms

the week goes on smoothly and easily: they make trips to local sightseeing places and visit the Yellowstone Park and they have long lazy mornings and evenings in front of the fireplace, just reading or watching TV or having the best sex they had in months

Rami is relaxed and pliant and smiles and laughs so much more and he looks so utterly in love with Joe it’s almost a trouble when they’re grocery shopping in the nearest town or surrounded by other tourists in this or that winter location

Joe can’t really seems to care about being recognised or found out at this point though, since he’s so utterly in love with Rami himself and he’d risk everything to have his beautiful man always this happy, this carefree, this lovely

(at some point there is a small accident which includes Joe and ice skating on the frozen lake but everything turns out fine and they decide, out of embarrassment, not to talk about it ever again)

before they know it’s been five days and they need to pack their things and get back, in time to catch their flight for NYC

they decide to celebrate their last day of freedom in high style (but still in THEIR style): they cook and bake together (some fancy steak recipe by Rami, some unhealthy and too buttery cookie batch by Joe), have dinner in front of the fireplace, reconstruct the pillow fort to feel more warmth and comfort, re-watch Bohemian Rhapsody (it’s kind of a cathartic moment where they relive all that came from the last year of their lives, the good and the bad things, the funny and the emotional parts of the whole ordeal), cuddle the hell out of each other

it’s right at the end of the Live Aid scene, before Don’t Stop Me Now starts playing over the last frame and titles start rolling, that Rami says: “I can’t wait for what comes next.” in a soft sigh against the back of Joe’s ear

they’re lying almost horizontally on a pile of pillows and the cushions of the couch, under white sheets creating a soft canopy over them and a warm blanket around their bodies perfectly set together: Joe is resting almost upon Rami, his back against his partner’s chest, Rami’s right hand lazily stroking his hair as he rests his left cheek on top of Joe’s head

“What’s next? Robot? Bond?” asks Joe sleepily, wrapped in the the perfect bliss of the lazy evening and Rami’s warm body around him

he turns his face just enough so that he can look back at Rami and kiss his cheek for good measure. Rami’s strokes have stilled but his fingers are still tangled in his hair

“I meant for us,” says Rami and he sounds insecure and certain at the same time, like he’s trying to process his thoughts, share a sudden epiphany with Joe

“What’s up with us?” asks again Joe, searching Rami’s eyes and leaning even more into his side. “I don’t know… I guess we’re gonna need to find a place for us? A common ground where we can be together even if we’re on different projects… we’re gonna need to find more time to spend together outside work. Match schedules, plan things…” explains his partner

“This date isn’t over yet and you’re already trying to ask me out again?” jokes Joe, smirking

“I’m… trying to ask you to marry me, actually.” smiles back Rami, unflinchingly

Joe lets out a tiny gasp and stares at him with wide eyes, opening and closing his mouth like he’s at loss of words but wants to say something back

Rami doesn’t move and doesn’t let him go, he just shift so that Joe slides between him and the back of the couch and they can lay on their sides and look into each other’s eyes as he asks, softly and lovingly: “Would you marry me, Joey?”

“Like that’s even a question!” exclaims Joe, breathlessly

“Could you still reply to it, just to clear any possible doubt?” adds Rami, trying but failing to look annoyed, stroking Joe’s cheek and neck as the other ducks his head toward him, suppressing a nervous laugh. Rami doesn’t move, he just repeats: “Joseph Francis Mazzello, will you marry me?”

“Yes I will marry you, Rami Said Malek.” he spells out slowly and looking smug: “Try and stop me.” he adds, provocatively

“I really don’t want to do that.” says Rami and they can’t contain their satisfied smile as they kiss, sealing their promises

they don’t have engagement rings to exchange (“So you weren’t planning on proposing here and now?” “Not at all. Why, were you?” “Not really…?”) so they just entwine their fingers and fall asleep holding hands, still facing each other

(yes they sleep under the pillow fort this time, sorry Rami)

the next morning they pack their things and load the car and Rami leaves a nice message to the lodge’s owners on a piece of paper on the kitchen’s countertop, while Joe promises to leave a more than positive review on Tripadvisor

they call their families to let them know there’s good news (they mostly take it well, except both Nelly and Virginia sound like they’re crying of joy and Rami feels sorry for having to tell them on the phone)(Sami and John’s reaction are both along the line of “About time! We been knew for ages” which makes sense)(Yasmine has to be stopped because she’s already suggesting plans and names for the florists and catering service recycled from her own wedding)(Mary is the family’s normal one and just congratulates them, sounding very happy)

(the next in line for a call are Gwilym, Ben and Martin)

on their way to the airport they discuss how to break the news to the rest of the world and they decide for a slow approach and a low profile

so Joe just sends out a tweet that says: “Brace yourselves, big surprises aren’t over yet” , Rami likes it and that’s it (for the time being)

(fans freak out and fandom explodes, of course)

[midotakaism]

i hope is not a trouble but do you have any HC where mo guan shan nurse He tian when he's sick? like maybe guan shan come to his apartement to return the jacket and he found out that he tian is sick

it’s no trouble at all, anon, don’t worry!! okay, so, i wrote some general sick headcanons here, but they are pretty old, and this was such a nice idea that i ended up writing a sort of huge scenario for it (because i love my kids and i can never shut up [fingers guns]). so, um, yeah, i hope you enjoy this even if it’s a bit of a mess!! im going to put a read more somewhere because it’s really……long………….. (is anyone even surprised anymore at this point)

okay, so, guan shan wakes up the day after the mess with she li still wearing he tian’s jacket and he feels confused and embarrassed and doesn’t know what to think

he puts the jacket in his bag, determined to give it back one way or the other, but when he arrives at school he tian is nowhere to be seen

he even goes outside his classroom and asks for him, but his classmates (the few who deigned to answer him) tell him he hasn’t showed up that day, and then the talks about the fight with she li start, and everyone speculates about he tian’s absence having something to do with it

guan shan tries not to listen to them and asks jian yi and zheng xi if they know something about he tian, but they both tell him that they’ve last saw him the day before when they left his apartment, and he seemed fine back then

and guan shan is not worried, he isn’t, but he knows what she li is capable of, and even if he tian said that everything was settled and showed that he can take care of himself, there’s still something dark and heavy churning his stomach, tightening it into anxious knots, something that feels a lot like fear

he tries to shake off that sense of dread for the rest of the day, but he can’t help feeling restless, and as soon as school ends he finds himself in front of he tian’s apartment building before he even realises it

he spends a good long while just staring at he tian’s buzzer not knowing what to do, debating with himself whether to ring it or not: he feels stupid at being there, at thinking that something must have happened just because he tian skipped school for a day, he wants to leave and forget about ever being so foolish, but……

when guan shan rings the bell, he blames it on owing he tian a debt for what he did for him the day before (even if he tian didn’t ask anything back for it, even if he implied he would help him again in the future if guan shan needed it…….it’s easier that way rather than trying to understand why he might care, and if it turns out everything is fine, he can just use wanting to give he tian back his jacket as an excuse and then leave like nothing ever happened)

he tian answers after some agonizing long seconds during which guan shan feared the worst, and he is shocked at the sigh of relief and at the way his body relaxes as soon as he hears he tian’s voice

there’s something strange in it, though, something different, and guan shan remains silent, trying to understand what’s wrong with it until he tian tells him that ‘you know i can see you through the camera, right?’

guan shan fumbles with his reply, blushing slightly and feeling ridiculous for being so paranoid, and he tian remains silent for a moment before buzzing him in

guan shan realises what’s wrong as soon as he reaches he tian’s door and sees him leaning heavily against the doorframe: he tian’s cheeks are flushed, but the rest of his face looks pale and worn out, his hair and shirt sticking to his sweaty skin; he’s shivering slightly, and his eyes are glossy, with dark circles under them like bruises

‘you look like shit,’ guan shan says, ‘do you have a fever?’, and he moves to check he tian’s temperature with his hand, but he tian turns his head, telling him that he is fine

(because here’s the thing, he tian hates being sick, it makes him weak and vulnerable, and he doesn’t want anyone to see him like that. the only reason he let guan shan in is because…..well, because it’s guan shan, and part of him just wanted to see him and make sure he was okay)

guan shan doesn’t know this, though, and he feels like an idiot, asking himself what the fuck he’s even doing, so he takes out he tian’s jacket from his bag and hands it to him, saying that he just came to give it back

he tian tells him that he could have kept it, and guan shan is like ‘why would i want to do that’, to which he tian replies 'no reason, i guess’

he goes to take his jacket from guan shan, but when he moves he sways forward, and guan shan’s arms shoot up instinctively to catch him

he tian feels hot under his hands and is shaking visibly now, coughing any time he takes a deep breath

'fine, my ass,’ guan shan says, and he drags he tian inside, making him sit on the couch and putting his hand on he tian’s forehead

(guan shan’s hand is cold and feels very nice against he tian’s skin, and he tian can’t help but lean into the touch with a sigh)

guan shan asks him if he took some medicine to low his temperature, and when he tian tries to say again that he is fine, guan shan reminds him that just the day before he tian was the one telling him that he shouldn’t shoulder everything by himself, so he should just shut up and let guan shan help him

that makes he tian smile a little, and he says that guan shan has poor bedside manners, but after that he becomes way more cooperative

guan shan checks the cut on his hand to see that the wound is not infected, then he asks he tian again if he has taken some medicine (he hasn’t), if there is any medicine in the apartment (only a box of expired aspirin), and if he ate anything since yesterday (he didn’t)

he sends he tian to take a shower and change out from those sweaty clothes (and he knows he tian doesn’t feel well because he makes no comment at that), grumbling all the while at how hopeless he tian is but still keeping an ear out for him

by the time he tian stumbles out from the bathroom, clean and dressed in warm clothes, guan shan has already changed the sheets and pillowcases on he tian’s bed, cleaned the room, opened the window to let it air out, and had a load of laundry ready to go

guan shan realises only at a second look that he tian is wearing the jacket he just gave him back, and for some reason he feels his cheeks heat up as he tells he tian that he should wash that, but he tian just shrugs, saying that it’s warm

guan shan knows it is, can still feel it wrapped around him, smelling like he tian,and that just makes him blush even more, so he shakes his head, trying to clear it from those thoughts

he makes he tian lie down in bed again, covering him with two blankets, and he asks him if he has a pair of spare keys, so he won’t have to get up to let him in again

when guan shan comes back from buying medicine and some groceries, he tian is sleeping, so he sets on warning his mom and cooking some soup, desperately trying not to think about why is he doing this

he tian wakes up some time later because of a coughing fit, still looking awful, so guan shan makes him eat some soup with crackers and orange juice, and gives him some medicine to drink

he tian makes a face at it and guan shan tells him to stop being a baby, but he has to admit he’s starting to get a bit worried

he helps he tian sitting on the couch while they wait for the medicine to work,but when he tries to step back he tian refuses to let him go and drags him down on it too, resting his head on guan shan’s lap

guan shan sputters, blushing furiously and asking he tian what the hell is he doing

he tian mumbles something about his head hurting and letting him stay like that for a minute, and he sounds so terrible that guan shan doesn’t have the heart to push him away, so he just……stays there…….completely frozen, not sure where to put his hands

in the end he sets one on he tian’s head and one on his shoulder, awkwardly stroking his hair in what he hopes is a soothing way any time he tian has a coughing fit

after a while guan shan feels he tian’s body relax and his breath getting deeper, so he keeps doing that until he tian stirs awake a couple of hours later

guan shan asks him how is he feeling, and he tian says better, adding that it’s late and guan shan should probably go home, that he can take care of himself now

he tian does look a bit better, but guan shan feels reluctant to leave him all alone when his fever is still high, so he tells he tian that he’s going to leave after he falls asleep

he tian just nods and goes back to bed, burying himself under the blankets and looking small and young for the first time since guan shan met him

guan shan brushes he tian’s sweaty hair away from his forehead without really realising it, and when he moves his hand away he tian grabs his wrist gently, staring at him with and intensity that makes guan shan shiver

'stay,’ he tian whispers, and guan shan doesn’t know what it means, doesn’t know what he tian wants from him, he just knows that everything he thought he knew about him was wrong, and this….whatever it is……..this is dangerous, and he should just turn around and walk away, but there’s a strange ache in his chest, and all he can do is whispering back 'im not going anywhere’

he tian searches his face, and guan shan is not sure what he is looking for or if he finds it, but after a moment he lets him go and sinks back into the mattress with a sigh, closing his eyes and falling asleep immediately

when he tian wakes up the next morning, still with a cough but feeling way better than the day before, he is disappointed to find out that guan shan being there was just a dream

or at least he believes that until he gets up and finds guan shan asleep on the couch, curled up under a blanket

he tian just stares at him, fighting the impulse to touch him, to prove to himself that this is real

guan shan wakes up soon after to the smell of coffee and when he walks into the kitchen he finds he tian there, with a cup ready for him

guan shan accepts it, feeling incredibly awkward, and he asks he tian how he feels, to which he tian smirks and replies 'better, thanks to my nurse’

guan shan blushes and glares at him, and yeah, he tian is definitely better, and he has no idea what possessed him last night to make him decide to stay, now he’s never going to hear the end of it

he leaves for school some time later, reminding he tian to keep himself hydrated and take his medicine, and he says to himself that he is not running away, but he sure as hell feels like it

he is about to walk away when he feels a gentle brush against his arm, and when he turns around he tian is looking at him with the same intensity as the night before

'thank you,’ he tian says, then he is stepping back into the apartment and closing the door, leaving guan shan standing there, his heart beating wildly against his chest