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sevcasejay1chicago · 3 months

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Hi! Very happy to see you posted again.

Would love to see another Matt, Jay, and Kelly fic w/ morning sickness— maybe a follow up to the last one— where the reader’s morning sickness has gotten worse and one day after waking up in the middle of the night very ill she gets really shaky and lightheaded and the boys try to figure out if they should call 911, call Will, or drive to the ER.

Please no rush— you’re under no obligation to puts fics out fast. Health comes first. I hope life gets better for you soon <3

Here’s the part two you asked for FOREVER ago. I’m sorry for the wait my love!!! I hope you enjoy!!

Morning sickness- Jay, Matt, Kelly

Warnings: vomiting, SUPER fluffy

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You all hoped the morning sickness would go away. The boys hated seeing you so scared all the time. You were scared to eat, drink, sleep, and sometimes move. Even after you hit your 14 week mark, it just seemed to get worse. The boys refused to leave you, unless they absolutely had to. Matt and Kelly had decided to take different shifts at 51 to ensure that someone was always with you incase Jay got called in on a case. The intelligence unit was very forgiving and caring, trying their best to not pull Jay away from you unless Matt and Kelly were both home. Things seemed to flow better when two people were home with you. Someone always had you attached to their side while the other could do things to help you and keep up with things around the house.

One day, Kelly ended up needing to head to the store for you while Jay and Matt were at work. You both agreed that you could manage by yourself for the length of time he would be gone, though you weren’t completely confident. You had been feeling pretty sick and had yet to keep anything down, which led Kelly to go get a few things that you could sometimes keep down since you seem to be out of all of those things. You didn’t want to be any more of a burden than you already felt like you were, which made you agree to him leaving for a few minutes.

Everything went fine for the first 10 minutes, until the nausea got bad. You immediately texted Matt, letting him know you weren’t feeling good, as he was the one keeping track of all of your medical issues. In his worry, he decided to head home early, though he did not tell you that. He knew you were having some strong emotions with them changing their lives to take care of you, but he just couldn’t bare to be away from you any longer. This is the worst day you’ve had in a couple days.

Meanwhile, Jay had barely had the chance to set his keys and wallet down on the kitchen counter when he heard running footsteps. Assuming that he was alone since Kelly’s car was gone and you were never alone, Jay crept up the stairs with his gun in hand. He was quick to holster it when he heard vomiting coming from the master bathroom. He knew it could only be you. The sight of you shaking while trying to hold yourself up broke his heart.

“Oh god.” He whispered, heart pounding at the sight of your weak form. “Sweetheart. Sweetheart. It’s okay. I got you. I got you.” He said, running to you. He grabbed the hair you were trying to force out of the way, noticing how it was falling out of the hurried bun you threw it in. “I have your hair. It’s okay.” Jay shushed, rubbing your back and caging you between his legs.

Seconds later, Matt ran in. He could hear the commotion coming from the entryway. “Oh sweet girl.” You blindly reached for him as you heard his voice. “Aw, that’s alright. It’s alright. Just let it out.” Matt cooed, hating to see you so distressed as you heaved violently in Jay’s grip.

Jay leaned forward a bit when you started shaking violently, barely holding yourself upright. “It’s okay. It’s alright. I gotcha.” Jay soothed, strong arms coming around your chest after he let Matt take your hair.

You coughed, heaving in air during a little break. “Mmm, I don’t-“ you broke off into a sob that turned into a gag.

“Oh baby. I know. I know.” Matt shushed, petting your hair back. “It’s alright. It’ll be over in a minute.”

Simultaneously, Jay was whispering in your ear. “It’s alright. We’re here. We’re here. I know sweet angel. I know.” Jay soothed, kissing your shoulder.

“Mm-make it s-st-stop.” You grunted out, clutching your stomach.

“Shhh. I know baby. I know it’s uncomfortable and it hurts. I’m so sorry sweetheart.” Matt shushed, seeing that Jay was doing everything not to break at your cries. He was a strong man, but you turned him into jello in your hands.

“Oh God.” Kelly said, sliding through the door. “I was gone for 30 minutes. I’m so sorry baby.” Kelly explained before coming to sit on the lip of the tub on your left. “It’s okay.” He soothed, taking the hand you reached out to him. You seemed to finally start to empty, mostly dry heaving. “Yep. All out baby.”

“You all done?” Matt asked, reaching for some toilet paper to wipe your face clean.

Instead of answering, you tried to push yourself to your feet to rinse your mouth out. “Whoa whoa. Don’t get up. Your pale and shaky. Just sit right here and let me rub your back, yeah?” Jay said, catching you by the waist and sitting down with you. You turned sideways in his lap, allowing him access to your back. “There we go. Oh I know it. I know your stomach hurts. It’s okay baby.” Jay soothed as you whimpered, kissing your temple.

You looked at Matt through hazing, tear filled eyes. “Aren’t y-you s-su-supposed to be at w-work?” You managed to get out, trying to wrap your brain around what was going on.

“Shhh don’t try to talk. You don’t need to worry about me. I’m fine babe. Let’s worry about you and talk more later.” Matt shushed gently, worried about how pale you were and how sluggish your eyes and brain were. They needed to get some sugar in you. “Think your completely done? Maybe we can try some Gatorade.” Matt said.

Just the mention of putting something in your stomach had you heaving again. You pushed off of Jay and leaned over the toilet again, heaving hard.

“Oh. Okay okay. It’s okay baby.” Jay soothed.

“That a girl.” Kelly praised, clutching your hand again.

“Hurts.” You wheezed out, clutching your stomach with your free hand.

“Yeah. I know baby. I know it hurts. It’s okay.” Matt soothed, looking to Kelly. “Think we should take her to Med or call for help? She isn’t looking good.” Matt said, knowing you likely weren’t actually hearing him as you went through another round of violent heaving.

Both boys looked at you as you sucked in air, finally calming your stomach some. You stared off into space, seeming to lose track of reality.

“Baby. Are you okay?” Kelly asked, cupping a hand under your bicep.

Jay felt you sagging and immediately pulled you into his chest. You were hot from all the puking, but you were barely sweating. “Call Will. Tell him to bring an IV bag over here. She’s dehydrated.” Jay instructed, standing with you in his arms. You whined at the sudden movement, but clung to Jay’s neck.

“No. I’ll drive your truck with lights. Matt, call Will and have him get a room ready at med.” Kelly said, using a tone that left not room for arguments.

The ride was fast and Will barely had the room set up to check the baby and get you hydrated before Jay was running in the door with you. Nat saw you being carried through the door and ran into the room, helping put the baby monitor on you while Will put an Iv in.

Hours later, the baby seemed to be settling and you were starting to come around. You weren’t happy that you had an Iv in your hand, but you were pleased to see Jay and Matt sleeping peacefully while Kelly stood with his back to you.

When he heard you shuffle around in the bed, he quickly wiped his face and turned to you.

“Oh baby. Hey sweetheart.” Kelly cooed, barely above a whisper. He immediately came to your side, taking your hand.

“What’s wrong?” You asked, wiping left over tear tracks off of Kelly’s face after he kissed you briefly.

“I’m sorry I left you.” Kelly whispered, bottom lip quivering as he spoke.

“No no no.” You whispered. “Come here.” You demanded gently, tugging him into the hospital bed with you. “It’s not your fault. You were trying to take care of me the best you could. I should have spoke up.” You said, cuddling into his side, careful of the wires and tubing.

“Damn right you should have.” Jay mumbled, staying seated as Matt laid resting on his shoulder. “Don’t ever do that again.” Jay whispered, pout on his lips.

“Yes dear.” You replied, hiding in Kelly’s chest as Jay gave you his “dad” eyes. The “you just wait” eyes, but not in a good way. You knew he was playing, but you also knew you scared the crap out of your lovers. You just hope this kid chills out.

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xuzuitengenx · 11 months

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Kyojuro Rengoku x Demon!Male Reader Angst-Fluff? Oneshot (Wattpad)

Title: "A glimpse of the past."

Genre—Angst/Fluff?

Warning(s): MANGA SPOILERS, LONG ONESHOT

A/N: I wrote this at 3-5am so sorry for any grammar or spelling errors!!

"My love! Be careful, please!" M/N yelled at his husband who almost fell as he was getting something to eat in the kitchen. M/N practically teleported to Kyojuro by his side (thanks to his demon abilities) and caught Kyojuro.

"I'm fine, M/N! I just tripped!" Kyojuro says, trying to calm down the worried M/N as he was brought on his feet again.

"I know, but you're still injured." M/N mumbled, still holding Kyojuro close to him as he was afraid to let him go. Kyojuro smiles at this, seeing how protective M/N is over him.

"M/N." Kyojuro called out his name, moving himself in M/N's arms so he was face to face with M/N.

"Kyo?"

Kyojuro places his hands on M/N's cold cheeks. "It's okay- I'm okay. And you don't have to worry about me going on missions anymore." Kyojuro reassures M/N and reminds him that he retired due to his injury that messed up his internal organs.

M/N nodded as he leaned into Kyojuro's warm touch, closing his eyes while calming himself down.

"I'm sorry." M/N apologizes, hugging Kyojuro, but made sure to not hug too tightly as he was still hurt and bandaged up.

Kyojuro shook his head as he hugged M/N back.

"Don't be! You are being protective and very helpful!" Kyojuro complimented.

M/N smiles, kissing Kyojuro's cheek a good couple of times which made Kyojuro giggle softly.

"Let's get you back to bed and I'll make your favorite." M/N proposed, making Kyojuro perk up.

"Sweet potatoes?" Kyojuro asked as he was clearly happy while his eyes sparkled.

"Mhm! Sweet potatoes." M/N confirmed and was instantly pulled by the flame hair man to the bedroom.

'For an injured man, he is still very strong..!" M/N thought himself as he helped Kyojuro on the futon.

M/N didn't leave Kyojuro's side unless he had to go to work at the market that was near by their shared home, but even then, M/N was there for Kyojuro when he needed it.

The couple was happy and healthy for a human and a demon and very much knowing the consequences of these relationships, so that's why both Nezuko and M/N are hoping for a cure from Lady Tamayo of their unwilling choice of becoming a demon.

Still, Kyojuro and M/N stood strong..

Until, Kyojuro's started to get sick.

M/N and Kyojuro thought that it was a normal fever and it would go away after a day with tea and soup, but it didn't.

M/N's concerns started raising as Kyojuro's health started to slowly decrease by the weeks.

Needing to take care of his husband, M/N took some time off of work.

Everything M/N tried to do, it wasn't working.

Doctors who would all recommend the same equipments over and over, warm clothing, warm tea, soup, different herbs.

Nothing, absolutely nothing was working.

Kyojuro knew what was going to happen and he knew that M/N also knew too, but didn't want to accept that fact.

The fact that Kyojuro was dying.

M/N tried to bring his and Kyojuro's hopes that he would be okay. They knew better.

Slowly, but surely, Kyojuro was getting more ill and weaker by the day as he became pale and started to breath unevenly.

One night, M/N was reading everything from the books on what Kyojuro could have as he sat next to Kyojuro who he thought was sleeping.

Kyojuro struggled to move his body towards M/N for he can see him, he successfully did so and sees how intensely M/N was reading the pages.

Feeling a cough itching at his throat, he lets it out and coughs rather violently then before which caught M/N's attention away from the book.

"Kyo.." M/N mumbled, closing the book and leaving it on the ground as he went over to his husband.

Kyojuro's cough settled down and leaving behind a pain in his throat.

M/N grabbed the cup of water that was sitting besides Kyojuro. "Here, take a slip." M/N says, bring the cup close to Kyojuro who denied it, looking at M/N with sadden eyes that was very out of character of Kyojuro before looking away.

Sad part was the fact that those sadden eyes became familiar to M/N now.

"Please, drink the water.." M/N pleaded, wanting him to drink.

"M/N.." Kyojuro mumbles lowly, making M/N hum.

"Can..can you lay with me?" He asks, his voice hoarse as he looked at M/N once again. M/N instantly nods, placing the cup of water down as he mumbles that of course he will.

Hearing that, Kyojuro weakly smiles and watches M/N taking up the empty space that was next to him. M/N lays on the futon and almost immediately, the two snuggled up with one other.

M/N held Kyojuro close to his body, occasionally kissing Kyojuro's forehead which was hot like it was burning. Kyojuro closes his eyes as he felt himself getting sleeper.

Before he closed his eyes, he told M/N something.

"I love you..so much." Kyojuro says in a soft, sleepy tone.

M/N smiles as he felt his heart break for the 1000th time, kissing Kyojuro's forehead once again, but longer before pulling away.

"I love you too, my love.." M/N says, feeling Kyojuro's body relaxed at his words, Kyojuro went to sleep.

He never woke up from that sleep.

His warm body now cold and still in M/N's arms.

M/N's eyes had tears flowing out of his eyes, wanting to breakdown and cry out to his one and only. Hoping that this was part of a fucked up dream.

Throughout the night, M/N heard Kyojuro's heart slowing down as he slept and tried to help any way he could.

He tried everything, but at last, it was already too late and now, M/N was holding Kyojuro's body in his arms, his throat tightening and his chest wanting to let out sobs. Nothing left M/N, only tears.

M/N sat on the ground of his bedroom of his house.

His. Not his and Kyojuro's. Just his.

Hell, he can't even call it a home anymore.

M/N didn't attend his funeral, he couldn't. He couldn't accept the fact that his best friend is dead. He can't face anyone without them saying how sorry they were or talk about loss. M/N can't handle it.

M/N could've died of a broken heart days ago, but he didn't and couldn't as he was a demon and can't die, so he suffers every. single. day.

He hated the fact that he was a demon. He hated it. Why did he become a demon? Why him? Why couldn't he be a demon that could have the ability to turn people so Kyojuro could've been live.

Wouldn't that be selfish? Kyojuro wouldn't want that.

Out of anger of his thoughts, M/N threw the glass cup that was next to him at the wall, watching it break into pieces as the harsh impact was seen on the wall.

M/N was about to throw more stuff, but was stopped when he heard knocking on the front door. M/N didn't want to leave the bedroom, wanting the person to go away until the knocks started to get aggressive, making him slowly leave the room.

His feet dragging across the floor as M/N didn't look around the house. It was him and only him. No Kyojuro greeting him, no Kyojuro reading in silence, No Kyojuro.

M/N made it the door. M/N wiped whatever he had on his face and opened it.

Seeing Uzui standing there, looking quite angry as his beefy arms were crossed.

"You weren't at the funeral." Uzui started. M/N didn't say anything, but nodding slowly.

"Rengoku wouldn't want you-"

"Shut up." M/N demanded, not wanting to even hear his name.

"No, you know he wouldn't want you to do this to yourself-!"

"And you think I don't know that?!"

"Clearly, you don't as you didn't even go to your husband's funeral! Your husband!"

"I think I know that he was my husband, Tengen!"

Silence came the two of them for a moment before Uzui called his name.

"M/N.. He would want you to do something with your life. It doesn't have to be now, or next week, or even a year. Rengoku wouldn't want you to grieve for him like this and I know that for a fact.." Uzui says in a low tone.

M/N felt tears welling up in his eyes, looking on the ground.

"I'll help you get an idea.. Do you still do those flamboyant paintings?" Uzui asked which M/N answered with a slight head shake.

"Well, there you go! Now, if you do decide on doing that, make sure you do my painting first and flamboyant!" Uzui exclaimed.

'A painting, huh?'

M/N was sitting in front of a canvas, a brush in hand as well as fresh paints he bought.

As he went to put the brush in the paints, he realized that he couldn't do this. He remembered when he used to paint a lot when he was dating Kyojuro.

Kyojuro loved his paintings.

M/N didn't noticed that his hand was shaking and puts the paint in the water, washing it off and puts it against the canvas before getting up.

He was going to leave, however, he stayed there, looking back on the canvas.

~ 𝟐𝟎𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐲 ~

M/N fixed his black suit as he stood in front of a bathroom mirror. Looking at himself as he looked for any imperfections on his suit or anywhere.

Thinking that he is overthinking this, he walked away from the mirror and leaves the public bathroom, but without forgetting to use hand sanitizer which he put into his hands, rubbing it in.

M/N was walking through a museum of many paintings from over 1000 years ago or recent paintings that became famous.

Walking through people who were fascinated by the many different paintings and art styles, M/N finally made it to the place where he needed to be.

The place where his painting was at.

He was quite surprised of the amount of people that were near it and complimenting it.

"Woah, such a beautiful painting! I wonder who is that person though!"

"I know, right? That person has such vibrant hair!"

"He's pretty!"

"I love this painting!"

"Wow!!"

M/N smiles at the people complementing it, staying behind until some of them started leaving for other paintings.

M/N finally gotten close to his panting enough to see it once again.

The paintings was.. Kyojuro.

It was the day of his and Kyojuro's first festival together. M/N remembered the day clearly and remembers how happy Kyojuro was.

M/N sadly smiles at the picture, reliving the memories for a small moment.

M/N suddenly felt someone standing next to him, admiring the picture. M/N was about to leave, but something caught his attention.

"This painting is absolutely stunning!!"

The person's voice was loud and familiar, making M/N stand in place, holding his breath as tears that haven't left him for over a couple of decades ago started to well in his eyes.

He couldn't help and looks at the person next to him.

It was Kyojuro Rengoku.

His one and only alive again.

His husband standing next to him after over 100 years.

If M/N's heart can beat, it would at this moment. Beating so hard that you could think someone could hear it without getting so close.

It didn't take long for the man to look at M/N who looked away instantly, not baring to look at his eyes.

The flame hair man felt a familiar yet unfamiliar feeling he got from the (H/C) hair man.

It was like he knew him, but he is complete stranger.

"I'm Kyojuro Rengoku!" He introduced himself, waiting for the man to introduce himself.

M/N finally got the courage to look at Kyojuro who was already looking at him. M/N felt the familiar and sickly feeling of love again after over 100 years of grief.

"I'm..I'm M/N L/N."

Kyojuro smiles, flashing a smile that M/N so dearly missed.

"S-so, do you want to get coffee sometime?" M/N blurted out as he mentality slapped himself.

Kyojuro gently chuckles, noticing the attempt that M/N tried to do.

"I wouldn't mind! Do you want to exchange numbers or..?"

"Oh-! Yes!" M/N said, pulling out his phone as Kyojuro also pulled out his.

"Look at that! Two of my best friends meeting!" A loud flamboyant like voice boomed in the museum as the owner of the voice came to the two.

"I see you know Tengen too!" Kyojuro says as M/N nods.

"Yes, I do! I know him lil' too much to know that fact that he has mice-"

"Shut up!" Tengen yells, making the other two men laugh.

"I have to go, but text me or don't be afraid to call about that coffee!" Kyojuro says, making M/N nod in agreement.

Kyojuro went his way, waving goodbye at the two before taking off.

"Look at you! M/N L/N going on a date, but the date idea is so unflamboyant of you that my mice have better date ideas-"

"Shut up or I will become your wives' new husband." M/N fake smiled and then leaving Tengen behind.

"WHAT!"

M/N stared at the cure that Lady Tamayo made before she died. The cure that makes a demon into human again.

This is M/N's chance to restart his life with Kyojuro, living as humans and finally growing old together.

The same incident with the sickness that killed Kyojuro wouldn't happen again because medicine had upgraded since 1912.

Hearing his phone alerting him that he got a text message, he broke eye contact with the cure and looked on his phone, seeing that it was from Kyojuro.

Kyo :

Tomorrow? At the new cat café? Cats can be a good ice breaker! :)

Yes! Definitely, meet you there?

Kyo :

Yes, I'll see you there!

:)))

I want to make this into a book (5am Thought)

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hamiltonaf · 8 months

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Hi bestie, can i request how lewis would help you when you have insomnia? Mine is really a pain in the ass this week, could use a distraction

Night Owl | Lewis Hamilton

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.3K

Warnings: None

A/N: Hello loves ! Apologies for the delay in writing requests…I fell really ill over the week and was so out of writing :( but I’m back. Thanks anon for requesting, I hope you enjoy. Requests are still open .xx

Another night that I found it hard to sleep. It was like this for over a week because of stress and anxiety. I don’t even have anything to stress about, it’s just how my mind works when my brains thinks I have so much to do and I won’t complete everything I want to do in time.

It wasn’t that big of a deal to sleep at early hours of the morning all alone because I didn’t have Lewis with me so I’d wake up late. However, now that Lewis is around, I feel the need to sleep and wake up at a normal time so that we could do more things together as a couple since I hardly see him anyway.

Once in a while I’ll experience an adrenaline rush in the middle of the night and I’m so full of energy, I could literally eat a whole meal, probably even host my own fake concert and I still wouldn’t be tired till around 4 or 5am.

I joined Lewis and his family for the start of the summer break before Lewis was off on his boys trip. I was over the moon to see Lewis after a whole 2 weeks. Doesn’t seem that long but felt like a lifetime for me.

We spent the day with the family catching up and playing with Kaiden and Willow. We played countless rounds of Uno and spent most of our time out in the sun. Watching Lewis with kids and spending time with him had me thinking about him leaving on his boys trip soon - anxiety trigger because the thought of us being apart again soon.

I swear I’m not selfish… we video call everyday and I physically see him every weekend or every second weekend, but with our schedules clashing I can’t even spend time with him when I’m free because I’m working. Race weekends also fly by so quickly, before you know it, it’s already Sunday and I’m on a flight back home whilst he takes a flight to another race.

I just would’ve wanted to spend some more time with him during this summer break and it could make up for the lost time.

I didn’t even realise I was daydreaming until Lewis snapped his fingers in front of me. “We’re at the hotel… you’ve been so quiet for the past 15 minutes. Is everything okay ?” He asked softly. “Oh yeah. Uhm everything is fine… don’t worry” I faked a smile and exited the car. He followed behind me back to our room, it was quite evident to Lewis that I wasn’t my usual self. When we reached our room, he grabbed me by my hand and pulled me flush against his chest. “Are you sure you’re okay ? You seem off. Is something bothering you ?” He raised a brow.

“I’m fine really” I gave him a soft smile then pecked his cheek. Just as I was about to leave his grasp, he held me tighter. “Babe I can literally tell when you’re lying. You pull that fake smile on me when something is bother you” he pointed out. I immediately felt embarrassed. “What ? No” I scoffed and giggled. “And you do that as well” he said as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“Okay well I’m not in the mood to discuss it right now, maybe later” I trailed as I pecked his lips and walked over to the bathroom. I had a shower and to my surprise, Lewis had fallen off to sleep. I on the other hand was full of energy, but might as well try to sleep.

I got into bed and cuddled up close to him. In hopes I would fall off to sleep, unfortunately I was too restless and ended up turning from side to side. I know he’s a light sleeper and I felt bad at the thought of him waking up because of me. A whole hour of trying to sleep and I gave up. I jumped out of bed and went to our lounge to watch something to pass some time. About half and hour into the movie, I got a shock when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

The movie I was watching had me in a depresso mode where I was bawling my eyes out. “Oh my- love are you okay ?” He asked concerned. “Oh my god. Babe you scared me” I screamed as I placed a hand on my heart. “Didn’t mean to scare you, if anything, you scared me… why did you leave me alone in bed ?” He pouted as he jumped over the couch to sit right next to me. “I can’t sleep” I sighed. “No worries, I can help” he smiled. “Lew it’s not one of those nights where I randomly can’t sleep, I have insomnia. It’s much harder to sleep when you’re an insomniac” I pouted and laid my head on his shoulder. “Well what’s keeping my girl up ? You didn’t tell me earlier, I wanna hear it from you now because I’m concerned” he said as he turned to look at me.

“Okay don’t take this the wrong way. My brain overthinks the smallest of things, when normally I couldn’t care. We’ll blame it on some chemical reaction on my brain, maybe lack of serotonin I think-“ he cut me off. “Babe. You’re rambling. Calm down. Deep breaths and tell me straight up how you’re feeling” he smiled as he cupped my face. “Look, you know how much I love you and it hurts me how little we see each other. My mind for some odd reason isn’t its normal self because all my mind thinks about is how little time we actually spend together …” I said embarrassed. “Look I’m all for you going on your boys trip, but I had to be honest with what’s on my mind” I gave him a soft smile.

“Aww baby you’re so cute. You want me all to yourself ?” He smirked and raised a brow. “Low-key yes, but no” I said as I then slapped my forehead in embarrassment. “I’m so sorry that sounds so dumb” I covered my whole face with my hands. “Darling, it’s nothing to be embarrassed about” he said as he pulled my hands away from my face and caressed my cheek with his thumb. “I’m just glad you’re honest with me. Sorry babe for hurting you, why didn’t you tell me sooner ?” He cooed. “I thought it was stupid and I was just being dumb” I shrugged.

“Never. Your feelings are valid, always. Consider me all yours for the rest of the summer” he smiled as he pulled me in for a short kiss. “Wait, what ? Lew no ! You can’t not go on your boys trip” I argued. “This is not a debate love” he grinned. “But Lew, you can’t not-“ “End of discussion. Let’s go” he cut me off as he stood up and carried me in his arms towards our bedroom.

“Now I definitely won’t sleep, you’re making me feel awful as if I’m holding you back which I’m really not. My mind is just racing at the thought of how quickly time is going and how we’re barely together, this has nothing to do with your mates by the way because I think they’re all amazing. My brain is just not braining these past few days” I pouted as he laid me in bed and jumped in to cuddle me closer to him.

“Babe just don’t worry about it, that’s the least of my concerns right now” he said as he nuzzled his face into my neck. “Lew !” I groaned. “You need to sleep and I’m doing my best to help put an end to your insomnia” he smiled into my neck as he snaked an arm around my waist. He placed soft kisses along my shoulders before turning me around in his grasp. “I really love you” he smiled. “I really love you too Lew Lew” I felt my cheeks flush as he pulled my face closer and connected our lips.

I felt so at ease in his embrace knowing he’s right with me after quite a while of being apart. I guess all I needed was a goodnight kiss.

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the-way-of-words · 4 months

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PolyVerse Cam Boy AU//Jolly

Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Holly(ofc) with mentions of Noah Sebastian x Holly(ofc), Nicholas Ruffilo x Holly(ofc), and Nicholas Ruffilo x Holly(ofc) x Noah Sebastian

Content warnings: partner sharing, exhibitionism, oral (male and female receiving), mentions of fisting, P in V sex, squirting, light choking, mentions of sex work

Contains sexual situations with fictionalized versions of real people. None of this is real, and we should all know this by now, but if it's still not your thing, hit the back button.

For the lovely @throwingmetothelions who has let me play in her Cam Boy HC sandbox not once, but twice now, since Jolly decided he wanted to have a turn. And thank you to @signs-of-ill-portent for being the best fucking cheerleader and beta ever to grace my life.

tag team: @cncohshit, @jxstthisonce, @kingdomof-omens, @ladyveronikawrites, @deathblacksmoke

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Jolly doesn't exactly know what the whole situation is with Nick, Noah, and Holly. At the very least, he knows she's fucking both of them. Or maybe they're both fucking her. Although, judging by what he heard last night, he's pretty sure they're all fucking each other.

Not that it matters all that much, but it's important he has some kinda story straight in his head when he enters the kitchen almost every morning to the sight of her dressed in someone else's shirt and little to nothing else.

He feels like he's going insane, but who can blame him when he's had to go to sleep almost every night this week, hearing how pretty she sounds when one of them takes her apart? He tries not to listen – he does – but at this point, it almost seems like they're doing it on purpose.

Add to that the fact that he watched every second of that stream they did a couple of months ago, and he's been a very distracted man indeed. It doesn't matter that they cut it off before any actual fucking took place, because he now knows exactly what she looks like writhing with a head between her legs, and it's beautiful. Jolly's dreamt about it; getting on his knees in front of her, throwing a leg over his shoulder while he eats her out, exactly how Nick said she likes it, only to wake either hard as a rock or sticky in a mess of his own making.

It's fine, he tells himself. He just has to stick it out for a few more days until Nick and Holly return to Virginia. He tells himself that he can handle it. It’s just a few more days, a few more sleepless nights, but it doesn't help. Jolly spends all of his next stream barely speaking, as the fantasy of Holly walking in on him takes hold and cums so hard, he's pretty sure he hears his jaw crack.

"So, this is where the magic happens, huh?"

He jumps at the sound of her voice, mouth going dry when he turns away from his computer to eye Holly leaning in the doorway because she's dressed in a shirt she must have taken from Noah’s laundry because it's actually his; he swallows, trying to will away the hardness forming in his sweatpants. The garment swims on her frame, and he hopes to God she’s got something on under it.

"You know," she says conversationally as she kicks away from the door, "I thought about walking in on you while you were doing your stream thing yesterday." His eyes track her as she crosses into the room, cataloging the curves he can’t see, but knows are there. She perches herself on the desk in front of him, staring down at him with interest. "That's your thing, right? You like to be walked in on…watched?"

He thinks it’d almost be funny if her words weren’t actively trying to break his brain.

His fingers drum against his thigh, and he sighs. This is a bad idea, a voice in his head murmurs, and yet he answers anyway. “Uh…yeah.” He snorts. “Yeah, it is.”

Holly nods, humming quietly to herself as her crossed ankles swing softly in the small space that separates them. His mind wanders back to what she said earlier, and he’s curious.

This is a bad idea, the voice says again, but the question tumbles out of his mouth before he can think to stop it. “And what would you have done?”

“Hm?” Her eyebrow quirks, as if she’s confused, but he knows better. Jolly can see the little spark of mischief in her eyes. The one that reminds him so very much of Noah, and he understands now what Nick meant when he said those two were like two peas in a pod.

“What would you have done? If you had walked in?” He shouldn’t encourage this. Not when Nick and Noah are just on the other side of the wall. But he is so desperate to take back control of the situation, and, maybe if he goes far enough, he’ll be able to. Maybe if he tries hard enough, he’ll scare her off and she’ll go running back to them and stop rattling his cage like this. Jolly tilts his head as he stares at her for a beat longer, fingers pyramided in front of his chest.

She doesn’t move when he suddenly rolls his chair closer, smirking as he settles his hands on her knees.

“Would you have opened up these pretty legs for me?” He moves his hands up her thighs until his fingers can slide under the hem of her shorts. “Would you have let me bury my face in this sweet pussy of yours until one of them came looking for you?”

Glee rolls up his spine when Holly’s breath hitches as his fingers crawl higher under her shorts, and he pauses, hands halting until their eyes meet. He raises an eyebrow, wondering if this is all it will take, if now is when she’ll say stop and leave. But she doesn’t. Instead, she meets his gaze head-on, as if daring him to keep going. So he does, his calloused fingers searching until they reach the edge of her underwear. She leans back, spreading her legs wide as he slips beneath the elastic, shock replacing the satisfaction when he finds her folds slick.

“Is that what you would have wanted, Jolly?” she asks, voice low, almost a breathless purr. “Is that what you thought about when you got yourself off last?”

He was, but it’s not as if he’d tell her that. Not when he’s slowly losing this dubious game of sexual chicken they’ve found themselves in. Jolly clears his throat, trying to focus on his goal instead of how warm she feels underneath his hands, how soft, how she smells like soap and hot water and some kind of strawberry lotion that makes his mouth water. But then she shifts her hips, causing his thumb to brush against her clit, and before Jolly can make sense of what he’s doing, he dips it down and into her wet slit.

“Something tells me I’m not the only one that’s thought about it,” he counters. “Tell me, Holly, how many times have you thought about me when one of them has been between your thighs, huh?”

He feels very, very warm all of a sudden, the heat pooling in his gut spreading out to the rest of him, and while he knows he should stop, should take his hands off her and tell her to get out, he can’t. He’s too mesmerized by the feel of her inner walls clutching at his thumb as he slides it in and out of her.

It’s her whimper, a breathless call of his name, that snaps him out of the haze, that finally pulls his hands off of her as he stands abruptly, and maybe if he had any ability to actually think this through, this would be the end of it. But he’s too far gone now. Can’t do anything but take hold of her face with both his hands and plant his mouth on hers.

The kiss is messy and desperate, wet, open mouths and tongues and he can’t figure out which one of them has wanted this more. Is it her, with her hands fisted in his t-shirt, trying to tug him closer? Or is it him, with the way he pulls away from her lips to lap up the taste of her from the sticky trail his thumb left on her cheek? He lets go of her face to suck his thumb into his mouth, and as her sweet musk settles on his tongue, he knows he has to have her.

There are no thoughts of the consequences they may encounter as he shoves his hands into the waistband of Holly’s shorts. He follows them down, planting his knees on the carpet, eyes zeroing in on the small patch of fabric a little darker than the rest.

“Can I?” It’s an out as much as a request, their last chance to stop this before they go too far, and he hopes she takes it. Because he knows once he fully lets himself give in, there will be no going back. But she tangles a hand through his hair instead, nodding to him while she utters a quiet yes. It's all he needs to throw one of her legs over his shoulder and pull her underwear to the side as he licks into her.

She invades his senses, the smell and taste of her all he knows, all he wants, and he wastes no time putting his stolen knowledge to use; rolling his tongue across her clit lightly before he tucks two fingers back into her.

“Oh fuck,” he hears her rasp, fingers tightening in his hair. “Someone’s… someone’s been sneaky--”

Her teasing reproach cuts off with a quiet moan when he crooks his fingers, another following quickly after as a third joins them. He pulls away for a moment, his cock twitching at the sight, and Jolly wonders exactly how many of his fingers she’d let him fit inside her… if she would let him work up to getting his whole fist inside, just to see how she would look stretched around his wrist.

He doesn’t realize he’s voiced his fantasy until he hears a sharp intake of breath. “You’re kinda a kinky fucker, aren’t you?”

His eyes slide up to glance at her face, and fuck, isn’t she a pretty sight? Her face flushed, mouth fallen open in pleasure as she watches him fuck her with his fingers.

“Are you saying you wouldn’t let me?” he asks, twisting his head to take a nip of her thigh, “Wouldn’t let me call your boys in here and let them watch me open you up--”

For a split second, he thinks he hears a creak of the floor just outside his bedroom. But then she uses her grip on his hair to guide him back to her cunt and Jolly forgets all about it as he sneaks his tongue down to lick around his fingers, taking pride in the choked gasp of his name right before he sucks her clit into his mouth.

Holly lights up under his touch, pulling him even closer with shaking thighs as she cums. Her release gathers around his knuckles, and he drinks it up; licking and sucking until she’s pulling him away, tugging at him until he rises from his knees…only to plant her hands on his chest and send him stumbling back onto the bed.

“Take your pants off.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice, shuffling his sweatpants down his legs and tossing them to the floor while she pulls a condom from god knows where.

The full weight of the situation, the actual wrongness of what they're doing, doesn't hit him until she kneels between his legs. It only adds fuel to the fire, sparking the heat inside his veins in a way that makes him ache. The floor creaks again; he’s sure of it this time, yet when he turns his head, there’s no one there. But that doesn’t stop his thoughts from running as she takes him into her mouth.

The wet heat makes his eyes roll back, her tongue pulling bitten-off curses from his mouth as she swirls it around his cock head, and he wonders briefly who it is, standing with their ear to the door, hand on the doorknob, ready to walk in…he groans, squeezing his eyes closed. Or maybe it’s both Nick and Noah, taking turns to creep into the doorway and watch their girl with someone else, and he’s struck with the idea that maybe this has been the plan all along.

But then Holly’s pulling off and rolling the condom down his length, straddling his lap, causing all coherent thought to cease as he slips inside her. She takes him in slowly, lips parting in a quiet sigh as she lowers herself at a snail’s pace, thighs flexing beneath his hands when she rises, only to sink lower with every pass until she’s fully seated.

Holly pauses, her eyes fluttering closed as she rocks back and forth minutely. It makes his hips kick up on their own accord because even through the latex he can feel how wet she is, the tight clutch of her cunt pulling him under her spell even further. It’s almost as if he’s adrift, and the weight of her on top of him, the feel of her softness against him is the only thing keeping this from being a dream.

She gasps, a noise caught somewhere between a laugh and a moan, as she steadies herself on his chest, “Easy, tiger. I need a minute.”

“I'll try to behave,” Jolly snickers, deciding to let his hands roam as she continues to grind against him.

He grips her thighs, enjoying the way her flesh gives under his fingers when he thumbs at the flowers inked into her skin just below the crease of her hips. His hands trail under her borrowed shirt to caress the skin of her waist and she shivers, goosebumps forming in their wake as his hands slide up her torso to her ribcage, going further still until his thumbs reach the curve of her breasts. The full flesh fills his palms perfectly, and what he wouldn’t give to have her fully naked, to see all of her as she undulates on top of him. But he still doesn’t quite know where the line is, so he settles for teasing the sensitive buds of her nipples, pinching and rolling them until they stiffen.

He hears the telltale noise of movement outside the door once more just as she begins to rock her hips back and forth, working up to a slow, steady rhythm that has arousal pooling at the base of his spine already; he cuts his gaze to the doorway, where he’s met with Nicholas’s heated stare. But before the panic can fully take root, the other man smirks, nodding in their direction as if telling him to keep going…and that’s when all the pieces start to fall into place.

There's a reason they haven’t come looking for her. This has been a game all along, and that gives him an idea.

“Do you think any of your boys are watching, sweet girl? Hmm?” Jolly asks. His hands slip from her chest to her waist, clutching her tightly as her hips twist devilishly.

She smirks, lowering down to her elbows, her breath hot against his ear when she whispers “What makes you think they haven’t been watching since the beginning?”

He should probably be upset at the idea of being played like this. But instead, all it does is make him want this more, and if they want a show… who’s Jolly to deny them? He holds her steady, thrusting up into her roughly one last time before lifting her off him.

Confusion colors her face. “Jol--”

“Turn around,” he interrupts and she follows his direction immediately, settling on her hands and knees as she faces the door.

He’s quick to fit himself against her, eager to find his way back inside her tight heat. One of his hands slips under his t-shirt, caressing the ridges of her spine on its way to rest between her shoulder blades. It only takes the littlest amount of pressure for Holly to get the hint, and she lowers her chest to the bed, arms stretched out in front of her.

He groans when he pushes inside, the tight clutch of her cunt trying to pull him deeper as she parts for him. He wants to take it slow, savor it, but when he spies Nick outside the door again his hips snap forward sharply, and he buries himself as deep as he can go. It’s almost as if he’s on autopilot, his body chasing the pleasure he knows hers will provide. His hips pull back before rolling forward, setting a satisfying rhythm as he drapes himself over her back.

She was right earlier. He is a kinky fucker, and a kinda nasty one at that, which means he is not above slithering a hand underneath her to cup her throat, using that hold to pull her face up from where it’s buried in his duvet to meet her boyfriend’s gaze.

He can tell the exact moment the two lock eyes: a sharp gasp falls from her mouth as she throws herself back to meet his thrusts as best as she can. The wet, slick sound of her pussy hurtles him closer to the edge, and fuck, he wishes he could see her face as the pair stare at each other, but watching Nick watch her is a good consolation prize and he takes it willingly.

He can see the sheer want in his friend's face, his jaw slack as he stares unabashedly, taking in every bit of what's happening in front of him, his inked hands press against his groin, tongue poking out to wet his lips before he swallows. Nick's hands fall to his sides, clenching into fists, and Jolly's curious.

“What about after this, huh?” he pants into the shell of her ear, tightening his grip on her neck until he can feel the flutter of her pulse, “Are you going to crawl back into bed with your boyfriends and let one of them inside you?”

“Fuck,” Holly curses when he relaxes his hold, “o--only if you don’t make me cum again.”

Jolly smirks when her inner walls start to quiver around him, even if it makes it harder for him to hold on, and he waits until Nick’s attention is on him before he replies.

“Well, I’d hate,” he gasps, “to send you back to them unsatisfied… shit, Holly--c’mon, touch yourself for me.”

He buries his face in her hair, unable to look at Nicholas any longer once she starts to play with herself, but he can still feel the burning weight of his friend's gaze as he chases his own end. It prickles at his insides, driving him closer and closer until Holly seizes up. Delight joins the ecstasy coursing through him when her release bursts forth, wetting the both of them before it drips onto the bed beneath.

Light explodes behind his eyes as he digs his teeth into her shoulder, smothering his groan into the freckled skin as he lets go. His hips stutter and jerk as he gives her all he has, rutting into her until he’s spent. He feels fuzzy, a pleasant hum spreading through his bones when he lets himself slump onto the bed. Holly follows, coming to rest on her side, throwing a leg over his and he’s just about to tug her close and pull her into a kiss when Nick appears at the side of his bed.

Jolly rolls to his back and focuses his eyes on the ceiling as if to give them some sort of privacy, trying to not give in to the awkward feeling settling in his stomach now that it's over.

“I didn't know you could do that.” To his surprise, there’s not a trace of jealousy in Nick’s voice when he breaks the silence, it almost sounds like awe, if Jolly were to put a name to it.

“I, uh, did not know that either.” Holly laughs and pride swells in Jolly’s chest.

“Well, Noah's going to be sad he missed it…He had to take a call from Matt just as you were getting started. Something tour-related, I guess, couldn't wait,” Nick says, preoccupied. Jolly sneaks a glance out of the corner of his eye, watching the man’s hand travel up Holly’s thigh to her center. Her legs part without him having to ask, yet she still makes a surprised noise when his fingers delve into her center, “He got you all messy, didn’t he?”

It makes him feel a certain kind of way, being talked about like he’s not there. “I’m right here, you know.”

Nick snorts. “You gonna participate in the conversation then, or just stare at the ceiling pretending to not be here?”

Holly’s hand is warm when it settles on his cheek, pulling his attention from the light fixtures to the two of them instead. They both smile and Jolly finds himself smiling back.

“So… this isn’t going to be weird then? We’re okay?” he asks.

Holly and Nick trade a glance before the man huffs another laugh. “Wouldn’t have done this if we thought it was going to be weird…” Nick studies his face, “But are you okay with it?”

“Fuck, are you kidding me?” he laughs, “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.” He means it, and if things aren’t weird for them, then he can’t say that things are weird for him either… especially if it means this is going to happen again.

The next time he streams and Holly’s in town, he makes sure everyone can see how Noah watches before he walks in on them and Jolly doesn’t think he’s ever made that much money for a single session.

And even though he doesn’t quite understand exactly what the four of them are doing, he’s gonna enjoy it while it lasts.

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kneelingshadowsalome · 9 months

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Okay, imagine the reader has trouble sleeping (like insomnia or something) and König is just like "Look! I got you this really tasty smoothie... totally doesn't have sleep meds in it 👁️👁️..."

And I saw a tiktok where this boyfriend was like "this is how much I eat in a day! (A full breakfast, healthy lunch and fulfilling dinner"). and for his girlfriend it was like "she eats a cookie in the morning (optional)" and I thought it was so true cuz I forget to eat sometimes 😭.

Surely König would make sure Engel is in proper health right? (this could also tie into the 'more you need him the better he feels abt himself' thing).

You know I have this hc of König that he treats almost every situation in life as a problem that simply needs to be fixed! He will fix everything (or die trying), from cars to guns to computers to people. Whether it's eliminating “the evil” or taking care of his Engel, König deals with his, uh, human problems accordingly so yes he would slip medicine in her drink if he needs to! She’s his responsibility, after all.

König doesn’t always remember to take care of himself but he does take care of Engel, asks if she has eaten today, asks if anyone has bothered her. It's her new normal to give him a detailed report whenever they see each other. (And isn't it nice to finally have a guy who is so interested in her feelings and affairs? It's not a report, she's just telling him how her day has been. Right…?)

König can and will take care of his beloved, but he's not exactly a mother hen about it. This man treats every problem with a soldier's efficiency. An optional cookie would not suffice for breakfast, if he sees Engel trying to pull off something like that he will force her to sit back down. Neither of them are going anywhere until she has eaten properly.

If she falls ill, König will try to take time off work. It's as if she's suddenly a child he needs to tend to for a couple of days. His one and only needs him, so how could he go to work? (König would never let an opportunity like this pass, Engel being in a state of helplessness and need is catnip to him)

#answered #yandere könig

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seajellyx · 1 year

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"an apple a day..."

general twst sickness hcs, when you or they are sick [bc i'm sick rn and it sucks] leona, malleus, vil, riddle, neige x gn!reader ambigious relationship, implied romantic warnings: non serious illness, also idk how good or coherent this is bc. i'm sick, reader is mentioned to be human once in malleus'

leona kingscholar

just makes you sleep all the time.

i'm torn between him staying 12 feet away from you cause he doesn't want to catch it and snuggling you bc he doesn't care

will probably disappear when you fall asleep and appear with literally everything you might ever need while sick.

if you're having trouble sleeping he MIGHT sing or hum to help

when he's sick he just sleeps it off

nothing can move him from his spot

also very groggy and barely lucid when he's awake

gets better magically in 2 days

not a lot happens, you guys are just sleeping the whole time

malleus draconia

cries

he thinks you're dying

will put you to bed and probably lays a spell down to help you rest.

enlists the entirety of diasomnia to help.

lilia has to calm him down bc "humans are so weak disease might just kill them WHAT DO I DO."

but his dorm members reassure him you'll be fine bc ur just so strong and resilient. like a cockroach!

anyways gets literally everything you might need and more and just comes back to pile them on you.

frantically tries to apply every remedy ever made until you tell him you just need rest.

will sit at your bedside and hold your hand while he watches over you

might sing you a lullaby (that makes you conk out immediately bc magic???)

just dont drink any of lilia's remedies and you'll be fine

also gets very sappy whenever one of you is sick

basically declaring his love like he or you are on deathbed. dramatic softie.

reminds you he loves you every five minutes.

he definitely forgets that he can get sick cause he hasn't been sick since he was like, 2

catches it from you bc he was close to you the whole time you were ill

very confused at first

he just needs to rest and he'll be good in a couple of days

you take care of him and his heart melts because his favorite person is taking care of him <3

but also forces you to be ultra careful, like gas mask, hazmat suit and everything bc he doesn't want you to catch it again

vil shoenheit

the most normal

he's pretty busy so he doesn't have a lot of time to stay with you. probably enlists rook to check up on you every now and then.

rook appears in your room, giving you a complete heart attack, waxes poetic that you don't understand, then gives you an item that might help and leaves.

if you're stubborn about bed rest, good luck because one of them just Appears as soon as your feet touch the ground

eventually vil comes around with a remedy he brewed himself, and you're back to normal after a good night's rest

he will stay with you while you sleep if you request, but wears a mask

vil will also sing you to sleep if you ask nicely.

also gets you some good nutritious soup

and the next day, after feeling better he treats you to a self care spa day

you feel very pampered

he barely ever gets sick, probably caught something while travelling somewhere.

will try to work through it but if it gets bad he'll assign himself to bed rest.

brews a potion and sleeps for like 24 hours then bounces back just fine.

if you want to take care of him, he'll appreciate it very much, but he'll be asleep most of the time.

if you decide to make him something to eat that's both delicious and nutritious, he will feel very loved and very thankful.

may or may not tell you he loves you depending on how lucid he is.

riddle rosehearts

he's lowkey panicking, but does an absolutely stellar job of taking care of you.

a bit robotic, does every perfectly to ensure your speedy recovery

and almost militaristic the way he's barking orders at his dorm members to get you what you need

but it's the thought that counts?

might be too loud and is very apologetic about it

you're tucked nicely into bed, medicine taken, stomach full of trey's yummy soup, and everything is pretty good considering the status of your health

riddle stands there awkwardly, checking to make sure you're okay before getting back to his work.

if you ask him to stay he will oblige, quietly doing work while sitting beside your bed.

a terrible singer (hc,) so he'll play you some soft music or white noise if you need.

also very sanitary and clean

now when HE'S sick

tries to work through it like a dumbass

you and the rest of heartslabyul have to force him into bed and watch him so he stays there

he's pretty independent while sick since his symptoms are never that bad

but will resign to being pampered if you're stubborn enough

please cook him food and stay by his bed and hum him a lullaby he deserves it

he'll blush so hard when you spoil him like this but he's truly grateful that you care for him so much

and he'll tell you so in a very small voice before drifting off

will tell you to keep your distance, wear a mask, and sanitize everything so you don't catch it

he gets better in about 3-5 days

neige leblanc

he's a normal amount of worried but is absolutely FANTASTIC when taking care of people.

makes the best soup ever. like you're pretty sure it's actually a potion bc it works better than actual medicine.

will tuck you in and sing you a nice lullaby to help you get some rest.

once you wake up feeling much better, you find that he's been doing your work for you (probably with the help of his animal friends).

if it's chores, they're done is a blink, if it's something like school or paperwork, it might take some time. he'll probably settle with helping you with it after you get better.

neige ushers you back to bed with such a soft, gentle tone.

he'll read something to you if you don't want to sleep again.

falls asleep with his head on your bedside after you drift off

overall very sweet and motherly, makes you feel very loved.

ends up catching it from you like an idiot.

you do your best to take care of him and he cheers you on, as he does 24/7, from his bed

might unconsciously get up to help you take care of him bc he's just like that.

his little dwarf buddies and his many other friends drop by to help, so that makes things supremely easier

leaves you two with a ton of (really good) homecooked food

he'll tell you to keep your distance bc he doesn't want you to catch it again but drops it if you insist

please wear a mask for his poor heart

if you sing him a lullaby he will melt, and ends up not falling asleep bc he wants to hear you sing more

his immune system is pretty good so he'll be better in a day or two.

thanks you profusely during and after.

will bake you a thank you pie. what a sweetheart.

#leona kingscholar x reader #malleus draconia x reader #vil shoenheit x reader #riddle rosehearts x reader #neige leblanche x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #writing

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rebeliz7 · 6 months

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AUGUST - DRABBLE #12

12. Natasha

Natasha’s never felt lost before, not in an emotional way. For some reason she’s always kept the upper hand when it comes to her feelings, always collected and always a step ahead.

No one’s ever seen her cry real tears, well no one beside her sister. She feels foreign now, lost, as if the skin in which she’s inhabiting isn’t her own and it’s unsettling.

Love is not what she wanted it to be.

Before Wanda, Natasha’s never been in love before, and maybe she lost the upper hand at the very beginning, she’d never know for sure.

Wanda came into her life out of nowhere, Natasha wasn’t looking for love and she didn’t fall at first sight either. She fell for Wanda gradually, little by little and when she realized what was happening it was already too late, she was in too deep and she knew there was no going back.

There’s no way to guess now what was her tipping point, it could have been the late night conversations when Wanda’s voice was everything she could hear. It could have been the dorky sound of her laughter because Natasha couldn't explain how someone so ridiculously gorgeous could laugh so dorkily, so adorably.

The laugh is what made her real, in a sense, it made her human and the looks started to matter a little less. Wanda was still a goddess but the more Natasha knew her, the looks mattered less.

Or maybe, maybe it was the long conversations while they both worked that sealed Natasha’s fate completely. Getting to know Wanda in a way that no one else was doing during those long and at the same time short afternoons, made her feel special.

Now she can’t think of those afternoons without tears escaping her eyes, betraying her and reminding her that none of it was ever real.

The thought of Wanda is now stuck in the pit of her stomach, where it hurts and hurts, as if the thought alone is chopping away at her insides, destroying her from within, killing her slowly.

Love, love is not what she wanted it to be.

She knows what happened in August with you, and she knows what Wanda did and continues to do, and yet she’s still as in love as she was on their wedding day.

She’s watched Wanda ache for you and do unthinkable things for you, she’s made herself so small in order to continue to have her wife in whatever capacity that she can.

But she knows, she knows it is wrong and she knows she should let go---just as she knows that she won’t.

Without the chance to speak her mind, she has no other option but to swallow her feelings, swallow every promise that rests on the tip of her tongue, every declaration that eats her away and will never be heard.

Days go by and she thinks she’s doing okay, but she’s not eating and she cries herself to sleep, and has no desire to engage in any conversation with anyone that’s not Wanda.

The world doesn’t seem that interesting anymore, life itself becomes a dark void that she doesn’t know how to navigate, not when Wanda is light--she’s light.

“What’s wrong with you?” Clint’s voice is almost enough to startle her and he notices. “Something wrong?”

He asks the second question lowly, as if sharing a secret and Natasha appreciates his sense of protectiveness.

“Nothing’s wrong.” She tells him as she looks around the kitchen, where she was spacing out, apparently. She came for a cup of coffee earlier, to start her day but she’s lost complete sense of time now.

“You sure? You seem really out of it and not just now, for a couple of days.” He says as he goes about making himself a quick breakfast.

“I guess I’m just tired.” She says, putting effort in the way she speaks just to try and get him off this interrogating path.

“Then maybe take a few days off.” He suggests. “Take the wife and escape to that fancy cottage you two have in the woods. That’d be fun.”

He grins, teasing her but Natasha has no energy to meet him halfway and the thought of the cottage makes bile rise up her throat, so she says nothing at all.

“Wow, no come back. Are you ill?” He deadpans, to which she does respond with a roll of her eyes.

A thought suddenly hits her, something that she should have thought about before. This is her friend and Natasha is certain that he’d have told her something about you and Wanda---if he remembered.

“What happened around here during August?” She asks as he munches on some cereal and milk.

“Not much.” He shrugs but a little frown appears on his forehead at the same time.

“What do you know, Clint?” She asks with a hint of humor that he doesn’t meet at all.

“August.” He repeats. “You and the flagboy went on that mission. That’s all I remember from August.”

She’s quick to change the subject, being glad that Clint never lets an opportunity to annoy her pass him by, but the thought doesn’t leave her mind---you’re not the only one who doesn’t remember.

Maybe, just maybe it’s time to start thinking like an agent again and not just a bleeding soul.

…

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Title: Not a Burden

Characters: Shelby Brothers x Shelby!Sister; Alfie Solomons

Summary: Y/N Shelby is starting to feel a burden to her family, and wanted to do her part in helping the family- except she decided to work with another gangster to help her with her cause.

Warnings: A rotten dude exposing himself to a minor. Please do not continue/read if that bothers you.

Word Count: 5.8k

Author’s Note: This was way longer than I expected, but I'm glad to be able to post it finally. I hope you enjoy a longer fluffy little sister Shelby fic! Also comments/reblogs feeds a writer's soul!

Y/N wasn’t usually an eavesdropper, but her family was so loud it didn’t really matter if she was trying to or not. She heard only pieces of what they were talking about, but it was clear on what the problem was. The Shelby family was running short on money. With their reputation, there wasn’t much that they needed to pay for, but maintaining that power requires people to be bought.

“We still need to buy Y/N’s medicine and school supplies,” Polly reminded the boys.

“She’s all better- does she still need medicine?” John asked.

“Yes,” Tommy answered shortly. He wasn’t going to let his younger sister suffer just because they hadn’t managed their money well this month.

“If you boys hadn’t put business before her as usual, she wouldn’t have gotten sick.”

Y/N felt her heart sink as she heard her name being mentioned as one of the reason they were short on the money. A few weeks ago, she caught pneumonia after walking home from school. Usually, one of the brothers would drop her off, but they were called away and she insisted that she would be fine. Tommy left a few Peaky boys around the city to keep an eye on her while having her believe that she was walking home independently. When it started raining, she thought nothing of it as she enjoyed the rain and didn’t find it as an inconvenience. That night as the boys got home, she couldn’t greet them with her usual energy as she felt ill. She skipped dinner and went to bed early, and by the next morning her fever almost overtook her. It was an awful few days, and she had to be hospitalized immediately. Tommy paid to make sure she was getting the best treatment, and as she realized, it must have costed the family a fortune. Her lips started wobbling at the thought that she was the reason her family was struggling, but she soon wiped away the tears, knowing it wouldn’t do anything. She made a promise to do her best to help the family. She started with eating less, skipping a few meals here and there to make sure the food can at least be stretched out without her eating it. Next was her school supplies, she was usually a meticulous scholar, having all her notes organized but she now made it a point to make sure she didn’t need to replace her items as quickly. Her final idea was to use some of her old clothes, and turn them into handkerchiefs to sell on the streets. She was a great seamstress for her age, and knew that this was something she would be able to do easily. With a new found resolve, she took a deep breath and got to work.

Y/N has been selling her handkerchiefs for a couple of days now, not earning as much as she wanted to, but at least it was something. She mostly sold them after school under the guise of playing, and would end up staying up to do her homework. This worked out in her favour as she can skip breakfast the next day for more sleep. She was getting quite tired, but her love for her family overpowered her desire to rest and sleep. It was a cold foggy day in Small Heath and Y/N was standing at a different street to attract new customers. She was trying to get the attention of the people walking by, but to no avail. Finally, she saw a man approach.

“Hi mister! Would you like to buy a handkerchief for a lovely lady in your life?” she asked with a huge smile. As the man got closer, her smile drop as she saw his intoxicated state and leery grin.

“Hey there little girl. It’s not safe for you to be out here all alone.”

“I-I’m not alone,” she lied. “My brothers are just at that shop.” She pointed to somewhere behind her, hoping her lie was believable enough.

“Uh huh.” The man got closer, close enough that she could smell the alcohol off him. “That’s a nice hankerchief you have there. Mind if I grab one-“ He plucked it out of her hand without hearing her answer, and stuffed it down his pants.

“Wh-What are you doing, mister?” she asked, as she saw his hand move inside his pants. He was moaning as if in pain, eyes closed. “Mister?”

“Fuck,” he cursed, shoulders dropping in relief. He took out the handkerchief, a white sticky substance staining the once floral pattern. With an evil grin, he grabbed the back of Y/N’s head, trying to stuff the handkerchief in her mouth. She squirmed against his grip.

“No! What are you doing?!” She was pushing his arm away but he was much stronger. He was able to smear the cloth against her cheek before he was pulled off her by another stranger.

“Now that’s not a very nice thing to do,” the man started. “Taking advantage of little girls.” He nodded towards someone behind him, and placed a comforting hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Are you okay, dove?”

She shook her head, unsure of what just happened.

He took another one of her handkerchief peaking out of her bag, and poured what smells like alcohol from the flask in his pocket. He gently rubbed the white substance off her face, making sure there were no traces left behind. “Make sure you clean your little face real good when you get home, okay dove?”

She ignored his suggestion, staring up at his somewhat familiar face. “Who are you?”

“Name’s Alfie Solomons. We’ve met before but you were just a little babe- about yeah high.” He motioned to a little lower than his knee. “You’re Y/N Shelby. Your brothers and I are business partners.”

At the mention of her brothers she lit up, trusting the man immediately.

“Now what is the likes of yourself doing on the streets? Don’t tell me that stubborn brother of yours cut you off from their money.”

She shook her head vehemently. “Tommy would never do that!” She stared at her shuffling feet, ashamed. “I made my family spend too much money so I want to pay them back. They’re not financially in a good spot.”

Alfie raised an eyebrow, unsure that the little Shelby knows what she just did by telling him that. Any of the Shelby’s enemy would yell in glee by that information, knowing that the mob family was vulnerable to attacks because of their lack of funding. Luckily, Alfie was quite fond of the Shelby family, and his new favourite was the one standing in front of him. His cold heart warmed at the thought that she was so worried for her family that she would go all the way to selling her stuff on the street as if there wasn’t a mark on her back because of her last name. “Well then today is your lucky day. I was looking for a little assistant to help me with things as I settle into me temporary home here.”

“Really? What kinda things?” she asked, eyes wide with hope.

The man was surprised at her eagerness, realizing that her siblings must’ve done a great job at protecting her from their world as she was still able to put her faith in people like that. “Just small things- picking up my groceries from the market, and maybe a prescription here and there from the pharmacy for me eye. I can pay you,” he paused, playing with his beard for the extra suspense. “Ten shillings a week.”

“Wow! That’s so much!” She agreed happily to his terms.

“Every Monday I will give you a list of what I need for the week, and I will pay you every week when you make your deliveries.”

“Thank you thank you!”

“Though before I hire you, you need to be better at indiscretion.”

“What does that mean?”

“You can’t go around telling people that your brothers don’t have money- your brother’s got enemies that could take him down with that information.”

Her eyes widened as she realized the severity of what she had done. “I’m so stupid!” she cried, hitting her head with her balled up fists.

“Hey, hey, there's no need for that now.” Alfie has seen grown men with less guilt for putting their family in danger with the information they divulged. “Lucky for you- you just told lil' old me, and I’m harmless.”

Y/N looked up to the London gangster with tears still lining her eyes.

“Don’t cry, dove. I’m sure even if you spent all of your brother’s money, they wouldn’t have the heart to be mad at ya.”

“I would never do that!” she said, taking his jokes quite seriously. “My family means everything to me.”

Alfie nodded, confirming that he made the right decision in hiring and caring for her. He walked her back to the outskirt of Shelby territory, knowing that her brothers would have people around to look out for her.

It’s been a few weeks since Y/N started her job as Alfie’s errand girl. Both her and the gangster was surprised that her brothers hadn’t caught wind of their relation. Though the two didn't spend more time than necessary together, they became quite close. Alfie was busy with running an organization, and Y/N was busy trying to get her homework finished. She also kept up with selling her handkerchief when she had time between running errands for Alfie, schoolwork, and pretending to be a normal kid in front of her family. She was upset that she couldn’t spend as much time with her siblings as before, but she knew she has to in order to make up for being a burden.

“Y/N,” Finn called, seeing his sister walking to their home after school. “Tommy’s called for a family meeting.”

Her eyes widened, and her heart started thundering with excitement. She raised a good amount of money, and felt like she could share with her family what she’s been up to. “Okay, Finn. I’ll be right there!” She ran to her room, grabbing her shoulder bag full of money and was basically vibrating with excitement while they waited for the entire family to trickle in. She sat in the middle of Arthur and John, ignoring their chuckles at her gleaming eyes.

“Sounds like it’ll be a breezy meeting if you’re letting Y/N sit this one in,” John commented towards Tommy who was lighting a cigarette.

“Let’s begin,” the older brother ignored the comment and started the meeting. “As you know-”

The youngest Shelby’s hand shot out in the air as if she was at school.

Tommy raised an eyebrow, trying not to show any indication of annoyance at his sister’s behaviour. The second oldest brother was too soft when it comes to matter to sister, and he would rather blind himself than purposely hurt her. “What is it?”

“I have something to share with you guys.” She pulled her out her messenger bag that she carries her handkerchief and the money she collected thus far with.

“What you got for us, girlie?” Arthur asked, peering into her bag to catch a glimpse of her gift to them.

She took her bag off, and emptied the contents on the table. The Shelby clan’s jaw dropped in shock. They weren’t expecting their youngest sibling to be emptying almost 100 shillings in cash on their table.

“How in the hell did you get that much money?” John asked.

“Girl, you better not be stealing,” Polly chastised, eyes narrowing.

“I’m not! I swear it.” She looked around for her family’s approving faces, but was just met with surprised and curious looks.

“Then you better explain yourself.”

“I overheard you guys talking a few weeks ago about being short, and I know it was my fault. I stupidly got sick so you guys had to spend money on me, and I felt really bad so I decided to help. I cut my old clothes and sewed them into handkerchiefs- I’ve been selling them on the streets to make the money.”

“You made this much selling handkerchiefs?” Tommy asked, an eyebrow raised in suspicion.

“Well… no… I wasn’t making much- just a few shillings here and there, but someone hired me!”

“Who?” Arthur asked.

“Mr. Solomons.”

“Y/N!” Polly berated. “Do you know who that is?”

“At first I didn’t, but he said he knew me since I was little. He was a really nice man, and he gave me 10 shillings every week to run some errands for him.”

“What kind of errands?”

“Just picking up groceries and prescription- that’s all!”

“I don’t want you seeing him again,” Tommy said sternly.

“But Tommy- he’s a real nice man.”

“Yea you said that already,” Arthur muttered, unamused by his sister’s connection.

“How did you even meet with the likes of him?” John asked, wondering how his sister got into contact with the mobster.

“Well… one day when I was selling my stuff, this man took my handkerchief and he stuffed it down his pants. I’m not sure what he was doing but he was rubbing it a lot in his pants, and making a lot of weird noises. When he was done there was this white icky stuff, and he wanted to put it in my mouth. I was so scared but Mr. Solomons came and saved me!”

“What the fuck?!” Arthur roared with fury. He jumped out of his seat, John following with him. “Who was this man? What did he look like?”

Y/N’s eyes widened in surprise at her brother’s reaction. “I-I don’t know. Mr. Solomons pulled the man away, and next thing I know the man was gone.” She turned to Tommy who’s jaw was clenched, and his knuckles were white from gripping his the edge of the table. “Am I in trouble, Tommy?” she asked quietly, head bowing down in shame.

“No.” He pushed himself off the table and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You did nothing wrong, but we are going to pay a visit to Mr. Solomons.”

She nodded, following her brothers who were hastily putting on their jackets. She usually held on to Tommy’s hand when they were out for safety, but he had both fists clenched the entire time, making her her believe that she was in trouble. Arthur and John were no different. She thought if they were cartoon characters they would have steam coming out of their ears. It didn’t take them long to get to Alfie's temporary lodging.

“Well well well… if it isn’t the Shelby boys, and the little princess.”

“Hi, Mr. Solomons!” she greeted with a wave and a smile.

“Hello, little one.”

Tommy moved to cover Y/N from Alfie’s gaze which did not go unnoticed.

“Oh relax, would you? I would never hurt a hair on little Y/N’s head. Didn’t you hear? I saved her from an unsightly perv-”

“Did you skin him alive?” Arthur growled. “Did you tear him apart and burn him to ashes?”

“Actually, I’m sure you’d be happy to know, but I have kept the lad barely alive. I figured once the littlest Shelby told you guys what she’s been up to, you lot would pay me a visit.”

“Where is he?!” Arthur grabbed Alfie’s collar, pushing him against the wall.

“Arthur-“ John placed a hand on his oldest brother’s shoulder. “Take it easy.”

“He’s in the barn by the outskirt of town. My men have been keeping him barely alive, but I’m not sure how much longer he’ll have.”

“Tommy-“ Arthur turned to his brother, a short silent conversation happening.

“Go.” Arthur and John didn’t waste another minute and left for the man.

“What are you trying to do, Alfie?”

“What?”

“Why are you helping us?”

“Correction. I’m helping Y/N. What she chooses to do with the money I give her is her choice. If she decides to spend all that money on the sweet ice cream shop across the street then that’s her choice, and if she decides to spend the money on helping her family, then I really can’t say anything, can I?”

Tommy’s eyes narrowed, and then flickered when Y/N wrapped her hand around his, seeing it was finally unclenched. “You hurt her in any way, and I will end you.”

“Despite your very hurtful assumptions of me, I would never hurt Y/N.”

She smiled at the older man, already considering him another kind uncle.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, little Shelby?”

“8am sharp!” she responded with a little salute.

“Alfie-“

“You can have your men escort her here or I can have my men pick her up and drop her off at your residence. She’s never been alone while running errands-“

“What?!” Y/N exclaimed, surprised at the revelation.

“You think I would let a little Shelby running around associating with me unattended, child? That’s as good as a death wish. I had my men following you to make sure no one would mess with ya.”

The girl pouted, thinking of the bodyguards as babysitters. “I’m not a baby.”

“No, you’re not,” Tommy started, ignoring Alfie’s raised eyebrow, “but you are still a child, and we are not going to take that risk of you running around by yourself.” Not with a target on your back, Tommy added in his thoughts.

As they were heading out, Alfie put a hand on Tommy’s shoulder, stopping the man in his tracks and leaned near his ear. “Girl’s too hard on herself. Now, I don’t what you Shelby boys have been filling her head with but she’s got more loyalty than the lot of you. Make sure you pay her the same respect. She don’t need to be skipping meals trying save y’alls money, but she does it anyways.”

Tommy’s jaw clenched, nodding sharply. “See you around.”

“See you later, brother.”

As they walked out, Y/N tugged on her older brother’s hand. “Tommy, where are we going?”

“We’re gonna make sure Arthur and John do their job,” Tommy simply replied.

“I-I have to see the man again?” she asked, her voice trembling.

“No,” he answered right away. “This man will never bother you again.”

Tommy said nothing as they continued their journey to the barn. In truth he wanted a piece of action in giving the man what he deserved, and he knew he shouldn’t take her with them because this was what he wanted to protect her from, but at the same time he needed her to be physically with him to make sure she was safe. He couldn’t believe in his stress he didn’t check up on her like he should- he didn’t make sure she was safe. The fact that this man was able to even approach her like that was something he thought should’ve never happened. He knew now that she needed more protection- more people to watch out for her. He was more than disgusted at what that piece of garbage did, and he wanted to make sure he paid for his crimes. His sister is pure in every way, and he wasn’t going to let anyone make her feel uncomfortable like that again. He made sure she wasn’t exposed to the dirty life they lead, and if it was up to him he would make sure she never would.

Tommy made sure Y/N stayed in the car, telling her that one of the brothers would be out in a bit to keep her company. He entered the barn, hand already on his gun. He wasn’t surprised that Arthur was still beating the bloodied man up while John leaned on the wall, his fists equally bloodied.

“John, go keep Y/N company outside. Arthur,” Tommy called for his brother’s attention. “Is the man dead?”

“Not yet. I want the fucker to suffer as much as I could,” the oldest Shelby said, spitting at the barely alive man.

Tommy stepped closer, hearing his raspy breathing from the beating he took. He took out his gun, pointing to the man’s crotch. “There’s a special place in hell for people like you.” The Shelby leader kept his voice low, making sure the man wait in anticipation at what he was going to do. He shot the first bullet, the man howling in pain. The two ruthless brothers watched him writhe around before he passed out, then Tommy shot the final bullet to his temple.

Arthur pulled out his lighter from his pocket, dropping it on the man before leaving the burning barn with his brother. Outside, John had Y/N in his arms, the little girl laughing at his animated stories. The two older brothers got in the car and drove away.

When dinner came around, Tommy watched as Y/N serve the kitchen staff heaping of food on their plate, but only put barely any on her plate. He was reminded of Alfie’s words, and stepped behind Y/N. He grabbed the spoon she was serving herself with and the plate, putting more food on it.

“To-Tommy, I’m not that hungry!”

“There’s plenty of food, so eat.”

“I was planning to eat the leftovers tomorrow for lunch.”

“There’ll be food tomorrow for your breakfast and lunch.” He didn’t miss the fact that she purposely skipped breakfast.

“Bu-“

“You haven’t been eating,” he said, and the little girl froze.

She lowered her head, and Tommy’s heart dropped to his stomach when he caught her glistening eyes, and the reflection of her tears on her cheeks. He immediately put the food down, going down on one knee to see her face. “Why are you crying, love?”

“Tommy, I’m sorry.”

“What are you sorry for, love? I told you nothing was your fault.”

“Everything is my fault though! I can’t do anything right!” she exclaimed, tears running down her face. He pulled her up, carrying her to his office for more privacy and sat down on his couch with her on his lap.

“What’s this all about- why aren’t you eating?”

“I just feel awful,” she wailed finally, her eyes never meeting her brother’s in shame. “I got sick and you all had to pay so much for my medicine! I tried to eat less to make up the money you guys spent on me, but it didn’t feel like enough-“

“No,” he said sternly. “You are not missing meals or eating less because you feel guilty. You will eat the proper amount, got it?”

“But-“

“Don’t make me tell Polly to monitor your meals.”

“I just wanted to do my part in helping with the family. You guys do so much for me, and I haven’t done anything.”

“Y/N, you are a child. You don’t need to worry yourself with these things. Your big brothers are gonna take care of everything for you.”

“But you’re already so stressed out, and I feel like I’m causing so much trouble. I’m not even worth it-“

“Y/N M/N Shelby,” Tommy hissed. Despite his tone, he gently grabbed her chin with his index finger, forcing her to look at him. With tears lining her eyes, she finally met his soft blue eyes, finding no trace of resentment but only love. “You will never say those words again.”

“Tommy-“

“You are worth everything and more than what we have. If I have to lose everything we own and burn down this whole city for you, I will. You are the most important thing in my life, and I will not hear you say those words again.”

“‘m sorry, Tommy.”

“Stop apologizing. You have done nothing wrong.” She leaned back down, her tears stopping to a few sniffles. “So here’s what we’re gonna do. You will eat to your fill, and tomorrow we will get ice cream after you’ve finished your errands.”

Her head snapped back up at the mention of her favourite treat. “Ice cream?”

“Yes, but you have to finish the food on your plate.”

With a wide grin she nodded, jumping out of his lap to get started on her food. He went over to the family room, finding his family getting read to head to the kitchen.

“Why has no one noticed Y/N hasn’t been eating?” he thundered, glaring at his family members for not noticing her lack of proper care.

“She’s not?” John asked, thinking back to his encounters with her.

“I thought she was just getting conscious about her body,” Polly shrugged. “You know how girls that age are, but I always made sure to put more food on her plate.”

“She has been skipping meals because she feels bad that we’re spending money on her, and I will not let that happen ever again. If anyone sees anything amiss- anything at all, you come straight to me.”

“Y’know,” Arthur started, scratching the ends of his moustache. “When I checked her homework the other day, I noticed that she was writing extra small. Me thinks she’s trying to extend her school supplies as well.” The brothers had long stopped making fun of Arthur for insisting on checking her homework. Everyone knew Y/N was the most educated on paper, but Arthur felt it was his obligation as her oldest brother to see that her homework was done and done well.

Tommy placed a hand on his forehead, wondering how much he’s missed in the last few months. “Fuck,” he cursed.

When the family went to the kitchen, they frowned when they saw Y/N staring at her food without eating a single bite. When she saw them come in, she burst into a huge smile. “I was waiting for you to eat together!”

“Oh silly girl. Your food’s all cold now,” Polly chided.

“It’s okay!” she shook her head. Arthur took the plate in front of her while Polly prepared another plate fresh from the stove, adding a bit more food than what initially had. “Arthur no! You can’t have my cold food.”

“D’n worry, love. It’ll get warm in my belly anyways!” He put both hands on his belly, patting it.

She giggled at the sight, and her eyes twinkled at the sight of her family around her. They all made jokes with her whilst still making sure she was eating so when she cleared her plate, Polly sneakily grabbed her plate while Arthur was distracting her and put a little more food in front of her. To everyone’s delight she ate it all, yawning after all the food was gone and the laughters died down.

“Tommy, can everyone come get ice cream with me tomorrow?”

“You were gonna get ice cream without us?” John asked, hand on his chest as if the thought offended him.

"Never!" she shook her head. "We're all going, right Tommy?" Her brother could only nod at her request with a small smile.

Arthur cleared his throat and got up. “Now before you go to bed, love, we need to check your homework. Perhaps we can clean your backpack as well.”

“Okay, Arthur.” She hopped off her chair, grabbing his hand and leading him to her room where she does all her homework. She took out her notebook, and Arthur immediately noticed the worn out pages from how little she had written in the notebook- it was barely legible.

“Love, I can barely read your writing!” he exclaimed. “You need to write bigger next time- for your dear old brother’s sake, eh?”

“Sorry, Arthur.” She looked down at her shoes. “I was trying to make my notebooks last longer so you wouldn’t have to buy me more.”

“None of that. You’re our little scholar- we need you to be studying hard with all the right supplies or else who’s gonna be keeping Tommy in line?”

She giggled at his jokes, and nodded, relieved that she didn’t have to lie to her brothers anymore.

“Now, read me your answers so your dear old brother doesn’t have to strain his eyes.” He sat on her chair, picking her up to put on his lap just like when she was smaller.

She read him the questions and her answers, pointing them out so there were no spelling errors either.

“Well, we got ourselves a little Shelby genius here!” he kissed her cheek, and she flinched away from his moustache, giggling all the way.

“It tickles!” she shrieked as he continued to rub his cheeks against her soft ones.

“Alright, love. Good job on your homework.”

“Can I go to bed not, Artie? I’m feeling kinda tired?” the littlest Shelby yawned to prove her point, already almost dozing off.

“Tired, eh? What have you been doing to be so tired?” Arthur asked it as a joke, but Y/N avoided his eyes as she thought he was being serious.

“I’ve been staying up late making the handkerchief, and waking up early to sell it so I can do errands for Alfie after school and still do my chores when I get home.”

Arthur’s heart broke hearing how much his youngest sister has been working, and he immediately gave her a hug. “You don’t need to do that anymore, love. Tommy’s got a plan- kid like you don’t need to be working so hard, eh?”

She nodded, almost already dozing off in her brother’s embrace.

“Go get ready for bed, and I’ll come back to tuck you in.”

“Okay!” She left for the bathroom, and Arthur went back to the kitchen where his family had stayed to grab her a glass of water for the night.

He gave a deep sigh, rubbing his forehead and closing his eyes tightly.

“Is Y/N okay?” John asked, his oldest brother’s state putting him on alert.

“Girl’s been working herself to the bone for the last month- staying up late, not eating, and still trying to run everyone’s errands. She’s fucking exhausted and it’s not even 8pm yet where before she would be begging us to play with her until midnight.” Arthur shook his head, filling up the water in the cup and leaving again.

“You tucking her in?” Tommy asked.

“Yea. She asked if she could sleep early- nearly fell asleep on me.”

Tommy nodded, following his older brother to her room. Y/N was brushing her hair, lighting up when she saw her brothers again. Arthur placed the glass of water beside her bed, and came up to her to take the brush from her hand. He finished brushing her hair for her, reminding the siblings of when she was younger and sat on his lap while he tried figuring out how to braid her hair.

“There you go, love. Prettiest girl in all of Small Heath.”

She giggled, but shook her head. “No, Artie- That’s Ada!”

“You both are the prettiest girls in Small Heath, and dare I say the whole world!”

Y/N giggled again, giving her brother a big hug before settling in bed where Tommy was standing by. He smiled as she got under the covers, and he sat down on the edge of her bed, pulling the covers right under her chin. He placed a hand on her small face, rubbing at her cheek with his thumb. He noted how soft and smooth it was, reminding him just how young she was. He leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead.

“I love you, Y/N- so much,” he whispered seeing her eyes droop.

“I love you too, Tommy,” she mumbled before succumbing to her tiredness.

The next day, Y/N and her brothers made their way to the ice cream shop. Suddenly, she stopped and gasped. “We should invite Alfie!”

The brothers couldn’t stop their sister in time before she ran off to his house, and they were quick to follower her. She knocked on his door, rocking on her feet in excitement. When the door opened, she was surprised to find someone else at the door. She hadn’t noticed but her brothers surely did that his hand was underneath his coat, most likely holding on to a gun.

“Excuse me, is Mr. Solomons home?” she asked before being pulled back by Finn behind her other brothers who had stood in front of her.

“Ah if it isn’t the Shelby clan,” the man muttered.

“Who’s there?” Alfie asked, approaching the door.

“Alfie!” Y/N greeted, shaking off Finn’s hand around her. “D’you wanna come with us to the ice cream shop?”

“Well I can’t refuse a little lady as yourself.” He grabbed his hat, and gave instructions to the man who opened the door. “Be a dear and finish up here, why don’t you.”

The Camden mobster followed the family to the ice cream shop, everyone in the shop immediately ceasing their chatter. Y/N paid no attention to the fear in everyone’s eyes as she ran up to the selection of ice cream they had.

“Mister, I want ice cream for all of us, please!” she ordered. “I can pay for everyone!” She held up her little horse purse that Tommy got her so long ago.

“Oh, there’s no need for that,” Alfie said, putting a hand on her shoulder.

“No, no! I want to treat you guys to ice cream.” As she went back to picking a flavour, the 4 mobster (and Finn) stared the poor owner down, not having to say a single word to get their point across.

“Don’t worry about paying Miss Shelby. Your ice creams are on the house!” he said trying to sound jovial, but tripping over his words.

Y/N didn’t notice his stutter, but beamed in happiness. “Really?”

“Yes- you never have to pay for ice cream here!”

“Wow! That’s very nice of you, mister!”

Y/N made sure everyone got their ice cream first, having a habit of putting everyone first. When it was time for her ice cream, the man made the mistake of making eye contact with Alfie. His shaking hands didn’t wait for Y/N to grab the ice cream, and slipped form her tiny hands and on the floor.

“Oh no- oh God,” the man immediately muttered. You could hear a pin drop at how quiet it was in the shop. People tensed, waiting for a bloodbath to occur.

Y/n gasped in surprise. “Oh no! Spilled ice cream. I’m sorry mister- I can help clean up!” She narrated the event only like a child could.

“Oh- uh- well- Don’t worry about the mess,” the man sputtered. “It was my fault. I can give you another ice cream.”

“It’s okay mister. You already gave us all ice cream,” Y/N said, trying to hide her disappointment. Her bottom lip jutted out slightly, and her shoulders were slouched. “Thank you though.”

The man could feel the mobsters tearing him up with their eyes. Finally it was Tommy who spoke up. “Here, love. You can have my ice cream. I know it’s your favourite flavour.” Seeing as Y/N wanted to be just like Tommy in every way, it didn’t surprise anyone that they shared the same love for a certain flavoured ice cream.

“But it’s yours, Tommy.”

“I wasn’t hungry anyways.” He placed it in her hand, making sure she had wrapped her hand around it before letting go. “Let’s go home now.”

“Okay, Tommy! Thank you.”

No one dared breath until the gang was out of the shop. However it was made clear in those short moments of two things. One, little Y/N Shelby was one of the most polite and kind kid of her age group. And two, she was also one of the most protected kid in all of England. The hold she has on the two of the most feared gang in England made her a force to be reckoned with.

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lovelyleclercs · 1 year

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The Fans Can Wait- MA7

Marcus Armstrong x Fem!Reader

-> Marcus comes home and finds you sick in bed, insisting on postponing work to be with you.

word count: 610

warnings: not proof read

A/N: I tried something different with this post! lmk how you like it!

after a long two weeks away from home, Marcus couldn’t wait to get home to you, to lay in bed with you, his arms wrapped tightly around you as the two of you had a movie playing in the background and talked all about the things you missed during your time apart.

it was roughly 2pm, Marcus had texted you several times to let you know that he would be arriving home soon, but he had gotten no response. He didn’t question it much, figuring that you were probably just busy running some last minute errands for the day.

When he unlocked the door to the flat the two of your shared, he noticed that your purse was sitting on the counter and your shoes were tossed by the door, indicating that you were home. “i’m home, love! where are you?” he yelled, expecting an answer, but after standing around for a couple of seconds and getting no response, he removed his shoes and began looking around for you.

Marcus made his way to the bedroom, assuming you were probably hiding out in there somewhere. when he opened the door, he saw you sprawled out in the bed, sound asleep with no signs of being interrupted by his entrance.

Marcus took the opportunity to snap a quick photo of you in such a peaceful sleep, kneeling down and gently kissing your forehead after he did so. When he kissed your forehead, he couldn't help but notice that you felt a bit warm. Marcus glanced over at your night stand and saw some cold and flu medicine sitting beside a glass of water, causing him to frown a little. it was rare for you to get sick, but when you did get sick, it usually knocked you down for a few days at a time.

Marcus climbed into bed, wrapping his arms around you as he got comfortable under the covers. he was trying his absolute best not to wake you, knowing that you had trouble falling asleep whenever you had a cold.

“marcus?” you mumbled as put your hand on top of his.

“it’s me, i didn’t mean to wake you, go back to sleep” he whispered before placing a kiss to your shoulder.

“i’m sick, you shouldn’t be near me” you said, your voice raspy from your cold. “you can’t afford to get sick”

“it’s the off season baby, i don’t have racing to do”

“screaming meals, honey. don’t you have an episode to film today?”

“i can do screaming meals even if i’m sick. i can always postpone episode recordings, too. the fans can wait, darling.” Marcus whispered as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head gently.

You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms around Marcus' torso, silence falling upon the two of you as you fell asleep within a few minutes of being held in his arms.

Marcus grabbed his phone and opened up instagram, deciding to post the photo of you he had taken earlier to his instagram, letting the fans know that the new screaming meals episode would be delayed due to your illness.

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marcusarmstrong New pod episode will be out late this week, have to take some time off to take care of sicko

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jamesharveryblair don't get us sick, mate. get well soon, y/n

marcusarmstrong no guarantees, mate

clementnovalak I think what y/n really needs is my homemade soup!

marcusarmstrong I'm not letting her eat anything you touch mate

marcusarmstrongbrazil absolutely adorable

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my-soupy-brain · 4 months

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your stories are so comforting 🥺🥺 I love imagining ted looking after me

I have a few of requests in the inbox of "Ted looking after me" and I want to add myself to the list. That said, may we all take care of ourselves with some grace and space! And if you have a special someone to help, that's nice, too. But nothin' stops us from our own self-care, so take care of yourselves, you beautiful unicorns! Let's gooo!

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Relationship: Ted Lasso x reader

Warnings: Illness, care, comfort

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You'd fallen asleep on the couch with your laptop open, a notebook and pen on your lap. Work was eating your life these last couple weeks.

Ted woke up in the middle of the night to reach for you, and the bed on your side was cold. He knew where you were.

Quietly, he took the laptop off your lap, put the notebook and pen aside.

"No, I'm still working..." you murmured, your eyes looking up at him, red and puffy and sleepless.

"No, sweetheart. It's time to sleep," Ted whispered.

"But I have to..."

"Sleep."

Ted held out his hand to help you up, his arm around your waist securely to walk you back to bed. He laid you down and crawled in with you, curling you into his arms to keep you from potentially getting up again to work bleary-eyed again in front of your screen.

"I have to..."

"Shhh, sugar. Sleep time. It's OK," he whispered soothingly, his hand running up and down your back.

And within a minute, you were softly breathing against his chest. Ted smiled.

...

And all those sleepless nights and overworking caught up with you.

Out to dinner, you moaned a little and held your head.

"You OK, honey?" Ted asked, giving the waiter the ticket and his card. His eyesbrows were bunched in worry.

"Just a headache, I'm OK," you smiled, trying to get through it.

But once you got back to the flat, your body ached. You were shivering. The start of an illness. Great.

You moaned and leaned onto the couch, shuddering as your body shivered. Ted placed his hand on your head.

"Oh, darlin'. You're burnin' up. I think you're catchin' a cold," he murmured quietly.

Before you can protest your obvious illness, Ted is getting a cool washcloth, helping you to the bedroom, helping you into your pajamas, laying you down, and making you a warm drink to sip on.

And rather than sequester himself in the living room, he sits up next to you, his pillows propped behind him, reading a book as you drift in and out of sleep.

Every time your eyes flutter open, or you make a noise, he's asking what he can do.

...

"Honey? I want'cha to eat somethin', okay?" Ted says wearily, with a legged tray filled with toast and orange juice.

"Just a little something, you need to eat," he says quietly, his face concerned. You sit up and nibble on the toast while he joins you on the bed.

"I think I need a bath..." you murmur as you finish the last piece. And Ted's on his feet again, drawing a bath and your favorite lavender salts.

Before you realize it, you're soaking in the tub. The aches and pains from your cold melting out of you.

"Join me?" you ask wearily and Ted obliges, slipping in behind you, tucking you against his chest, his hands gently running up and down your back in a light massage.

"How you feelin', sugar?" he asks softly in your ear.

"A little better. Thank you for taking care of me."

Ted just smiles and hums, roping his long arms around you under the warm water, letting you lean against his broad chest.

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A week later, you're ready to go out with your friends. Ted was happy to see you steadily improving. Always coming home during the day to pop in and check on you, and making sure his focus was on taking care of you when he got home every night.

But now it's the weekend, you're feeling better. Finally.

You're in front of the mirror fixing your outfit and hair before your night out when Ted steps behind you, tucking his face against your neck, smelling your scent, and roping his arms around you.

"Mmmm, there's my gorgeous darlin'. All better?" he asks quietly, kissing the soft skin under your ear.

"Yes, thanks to you. You took such good care of me," you say, hugging him back in the mirror, looking into his eyes through the reflection,.

"Naw, I was just doin' what I could," he tries to shake off your gratefulness. But he smiles, too. He likes taking care of you.

Ted never leaves your side.

He whisks you to the dance floor to show you off. He orders your drink. Keeps his arm around you, hand on your hip, as you talk to your friends.

Taking care of you is one of his favorite responsibilities. And it's not even a responsibility.

He just loves you to pieces. And he can't wait to tell you so tonight when you're snuggled up in bed, breathing hard against each other, body relaxed with pleasure.

He'll tell it to you over and over and over again.

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Awwwww. Can we clone him yet? Get on it, science. Make this man our reality. One for each of us! Actually... (thinks about the movie Multiplicity...) that could come with some caveats. Oh well, I'll risk it. Thanks for the prompt, friend!

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thenerdnextdoorxo · 2 years

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UNDER COVER

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x reader

Summery: You wake up with tiredness that lasted a couple of days, thinking it will be gone if you just get enough sleep. You couldn't be any more wrong.

You woke early this morning, a bit tired and dizzy, but you thought that it's because you stayed up a bit with your girlfriend, Wanda. So you just went to work like everyday, ignoring how your body makes you feel. You also felt more thirsty than before, but you just ignored it.

The next day, you felt the same thing, and the other day. Wanda started to notice how tired you are, or how you were more thirsty than a normal day. But every time she tells you to go to the hospital and check what's happening with you, you just shrugged it off.

"Y/N, you really should go to the hospital, what if you are actually sick?" Said Wanda, wrapping her arms around you to get your attention to only her.

"I'm find Wanda, all I have to do is sleep better and I'll be fine." You said looking softly at her. "Y/N, please darling, you are worrying me," She said, sighing. "It's okay, Wanda. You don't have to worry about me."

A few days later, You just got back from work really tired and dizzy, all what you want is to lay down and take a nap. You got in your and your girlfriend's apartment, you started taking your jacket off.

"Y/N! I ordered some pizza for us, and I've prepared for ourselves a movie!" Wanda exclaimed from the living room. "That sounds amazing Wanda I'll be there in a minute!!" You hanged your jacket on the wall and you were on the way to the living room when you started feeling a strong wave of dizziness. You clutched onto the wall for balance, but before you knew it, you were drowned by dark.

When Wanda didn't see you coming, she went to check on you. "Y/N where are you?" she said, going to the hallway. When she arrived at the hallway, she gasped. You were passed out at the hallway's floor. She quickly rushed to your side trying to wake you up. "Come on Y/N, wake up." She said, softly tapping your cheek.

"Come on Y/N, you have to wake up."

You woke up to a blinding light in front of you. Immediately you felt the same wave of dizziness you had before, so you went to touch your head, but as soon as you raised your arm, you saw the that there were IV hooked into your arm.

"Y/N!" you looked at your side and you saw Wanda sitting at the chair next to your bed. "Y/N, thank god, you're awake!!" she rushed to you and held you close to her chest.

"Hey, Wanda" You croaked. "I told you to go to the hospital, you didn't listen!!" she said in a stern tone. "Yeah, you're right, I'm sorry." you chuckled.

"The doctor said it's diabetes. You could have been seriously ill, why did you do that?" She said, looking sadly at you. "I just thought all I needed to do is sleep and eat better, I didn't know it was that bad." You said, looking down.

She raised her arm and started stroking your hair gently. "It's okay, you're gonna be fine, I'm gonna be here for you Y/N, and I'm gonna help you get through this." She said smiling softly at you. at that moment, you realized that you are the luckiest person in the world to have Wanda by your side to help you at your lowest, and be with you no matter what. You couldn't be more grateful.

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Day By Day - oneshot.

Summary: Henry takes matters into his own hands when his girlfriend struggles to recover from depression…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Girlfriend!OC

Warnings: fluff, slight angst, banter/British humour, language, pet names, mention of depression/anxiety & symptoms, nondescript OC body type/appearance, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 2327

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Day By Day - oneshot.

She was getting herself some breakfast when it happened. She accidentally lifted the box of cereal from the wrong end, spilling the contents all over the floor and kitchen counter. She stared at the mess blankly for a few moments before looking around aimlessly for a dustpan and brush. Normally she'd have shrieked and turned the air blue, so Henry was caught off guard by how calm she was being. "Darling it's in the third drawer to your right. Are you sure you're okay? You seem a bit… foggy?" He didn't dare say what he was really thinking. He'd noticed the change in her over the last week. He likened it to a sort of fading away, first she stopped being so chatty and laughing at his jokes. Then he noticed her movements slow down like she was constantly distracted by something else. He knew she wasn't sleeping well either, that morning he'd rolled over in bed to find her wide awake at 6:15 am. He really hoped she was just having an off week, the last few months had been particularly difficult for them both. First, he'd had to do reshoots which meant spending months away from her overseas. She then got passed over for a promotion at work and a couple of weeks ago, a friend she thought she could trust sold a fake story to the press about them being on the verge of splitting up. As they hadn't been pictured much due to him being away, the rumour had gained traction and was still being gossiped about. His publicist advised saying nothing which he reluctantly went along with. It was no surprise that it had all taken a toll on her and he felt guilty that her health was struggling as a result.

She'd suffered from depression since she was a teenager. Despite living well and taking her medication consistently, occasionally the illness reared its ugly head. She'd spend the first few weeks confined mostly to bed, struggling to eat, bathe or sleep. Henry hoped it wouldn't come to that, he was going to do everything in his power to try and nip it in the bud. Luckily he had the autumn off so he'd be around to take care of her if things did take a turn. But he wanted to take her away on holiday and have lots of adventures together. That couldn't happen if she was confined to the house most of the time. Then there was the press. He didn't want any pictures of her clearly unwell appearing online. When she still hadn't answered him and was now looking in the wrong cupboard, he gently pulled her to her feet. "Darling I asked you a question, are you sure you're alright?" He could see in her eyes that she'd been miles away, but his question seemed to bring her back for a moment.

"Y-yes, I'm fine love, why?" He frowned, realising she hadn't even heard him before. Henry led them both to the kitchen table and sat her down carefully.

"Darling, are you taking your medication?" He spoke quietly, not wanting her to get angry or annoyed. Instead, she just blinked a couple of times.

"Yes of course, why wouldn't I?" It was almost like she was half asleep, and Henry was fairly certain now that she wasn't quite well.

"Well, have you noticed how scattered you are? You came downstairs this morning with your top on back to front and you'd left the shower running. I'm a little bit worried you might be depressed again. If I call the doctor, will you speak to them?" Her face just looked confused and he wondered if she'd misheard him.

"Why would I need to speak to them? I told you I'm taking my medication." Henry bit his bottom lip.

"I know darling, but maybe we need to get on top of it… in case it gets worse. The doctor might be able to increase your dose until you're feeling better?" She considered this for a while before shrugging and climbing to her feet.

"Henry I'm fine, I'm just a little tired. But if it'll make you feel better, I'll ring them." He sighed, desperately hoping she was right.

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It turned out Henry’s suspicions were right all along and despite her doctor agreeing to increase her medication, she quickly found herself unable to function properly at all. She'd spent the last few of weeks in bed most of the time, at first trying to work as best she could but quickly getting frustrated at her lack of concentration and throwing her laptop aside. Eventually, he had to take it away so she could rest properly. She then spent most of the day sleeping, which left him alone the rest of the time and desperately missing her company. He'd wake her up just to make sure she was okay or to try and give her something to eat, but she wasn't up to much conversation or even watching tv. As soon as he'd put on a programme, her eyes would flutter against his chest and she'd be fast asleep.

Her doctor advised Henry to provide gentle encouragement when she was feeling better, but otherwise allow the episode to run its course. He followed these instructions though he did insist on taking her for a drive every day as he missed their long country walks together. At the start of the fourth week, things seemed to be looking up. He found her sitting up in bed that morning, tapping away lightly at her laptop. Her boss had agreed to give her as much time off as she needed, but he knew she was still eager to get back to her job. "Good morning gorgeous girl, what are you up to? Do you think you can eat something for me?" He placed the breakfast tray down beside her, hoping that she'd put the laptop away and take more than a few mouthfuls of cereal as she had done for weeks now. She'd lost weight and was looking sickly.

"Mmm, in a minute," he sighed as he pulled the laptop gently out of her hands. "Hey, I was doing something—" but Henry placed the tray over her lap, holding up a drink in one hand and her tablets in the other.

"It can wait darling, come on, take these and then have something to eat. If you're feeling a bit better we can also go out if you want? I know Kal's missed you walking him in the woods." She eyed him warily for a few moments but didn't respond. Henry then got into bed beside her and kissed the top of her head.

"I dunno Henry, I don't think I can face going out just yet."

"We don't have to go far, just a fifteen minute walk around the edge of the wood. You love seeing the trees turn at this time of year." She bit her lip nervously, not wanting to disappoint him but also struggling to overcome her anxiety. "Well, we can always take the car if you're not sure. I'm just worried you're not getting enough fresh air and exercise. Come on, you still haven't eaten anything." But instead, she shoved the tray aside and shakily got to her feet. Henry bounded off the bed to try and help her but she swiftly pushed him away. "Darling, did I say something wrong? I told you we didn't have to go, it was only a suggestion." She inhaled sharply as she started looking for her hairbrush and some clothes to put on.

"No, you're right, I can't keep lazying about in bed. Go get Kal ready, I'll be down in a few minutes." He put his hands up and motioned for her to stop.

"Wait a minute, that's not what I said nor was it what I meant. You're not being lazy, I understand it takes time to recover and I'm happy to follow your lead. I just worry about you being cooped up in here every day." But it was no good, she was already getting dressed and almost lost her balance a couple of times she was so unused to being vertical for that long. Henry felt terrible, he wasn't trying to rush her or make her feel guilty. None of this was her fault and he followed her down the stairs saying as much. When they reached the bottom, he spun her around by the shoulder and tried to explain. "Look, I know how hard the last few months have been and I feel awful that it's taken such a toll on you. Come back to bed and we can watch a film, I don't want you doing anything you're not ready for." But the look on her face just hardened.

"I thought you wanted me to go outside? Make up your mind!" She then grabbed her coat, scarf, and gloves and huffed off without him. Henry quickly grabbed Kal and his keys to chase after her. She hadn't gotten very far. In fact, he found her at the end of their driveway, her face never having looked so scared and anxious.

"Come back inside love, we can do this another day, come on…" Henry tried to grab her hand but instead, she swallowed hard and pushed herself forward, determined not to look anywhere other than the road. He sighed as he wrapped his arm around her, slowing his pace and huge strides so he could walk with her. She was beginning to breathe harder and he guessed correctly that she was starting to have a panic attack. They were too far from the house now to run back so instead, he tried a different tactic. "Okay baby girl, I want you to list off five things you can see… go." She didn't quite hear him at first, but when he repeated the question more softly she seemed to focus and began looking around her.

"Um, I dunno. Trees… leaves… Kal?" Henry grinned.

"Fantastic! But we need two more." She exhaled shakily and he squeezed her hand to reassure her.

"Um, I dunno…" Henry could see tears well up in her eyes as she became more and more overwhelmed.

"Okay, well there's a field, a hawk," he pointed up just as the bird flew overhead, emitting its trademark shriek, "or the grass below us, a six foot stud…" Her eyebrows knitted in confusion until she saw Henry pointing to himself. They both burst out laughing which seemed to break the tension. "Okay, now we need four sounds." She was able to focus much better this time and quickly listed three noises. "That's it, good girl, we need one more though." She gave him a devilish look.

"Foghorn?" Henry snorted and gave her a swift spank on the bum.

"Okay, now three things you can touch. As I already copped a feel I only have two things to find." She rolled her eyes but tried to think.

"Mmm, well… I can feel the ground beneath me." He nodded approvingly. "Er, my top bunching up beneath my coat… and the big idiot next to me?"

"Nope, I don't count. Besides, we've both agreed that I'm a stud. Come on, one more." Henry was pleased she already seemed more relaxed, they'd made it ten minutes into the walk and by the time they got back, they would have spent a full twenty minutes outside. He was so proud of his girl.

"Ooh, I know! Kal's leash!" Henry beamed, planting a huge kiss on the side of her face.

"That a girl! Right, two things you can smell. I'll go first, your perfume… and cow shit." She responded to his shit eating grin with a scowl.

"Yeah, I don't appreciate being told I smell as strong as shit in a field." Henry struggled to keep his laughter at bay. "Um, I smell… well Kal for one. The poor thing needs a bath. And two, the mint by the side of the road?" He snorted.

"That's my chewing gum numpty. Right, the final one is taste. I'll go first…" Henry then stopped in the middle of the road and kissed her deeply. "Mmm, coffee and jam toast?" She swatted him on the arm and tried to keep walking, but he held her in place. “… I've missed you you know." She looked away sadly.

"I haven't gone anywhere…"

"I know, I know, you always get better eventually. But why didn't you tell me you were feeling low? You don't have to hide anything from me…" The sadness in Henry’s eyes broke her heart.

"I know that love, but I never like bothering you with my woes. You have enough to deal with."

"And so do you, don't think I don't know how stressful you've found everything lately. I know being with me isn't easy and never will be, but we're a team, I want you to know you can depend on me no matter what. Okay?" She looked down, still unsure. "Listen, I know I can't always be around, but that doesn't mean you're not still the most important thing to me. I'd do anything for you, so just promise me that you'll talk to me more and let me take care of you like you take care of me. Promise?" She smiled shyly, which always drove him crazy. "Right, now let's look at clouds. See that one up there? That looks like you when you're sleeping with your gob open…" She thumped Henry harder this time which only egged him on. "And that one looks like your face right before you let one rip…" She tried to cover his mouth but he was too strong and ended up pulling her onto his shoulders for a piggyback ride instead.

"Yeah? Well, I think that one looks like you with my foot up your arse." She then pulled Henry’s beanie down over his eyes.

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