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pacifymebby · 1 year

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may I please request ‘the peaky blinders taking care of you when you’re sick’? <33

woke up sick today and wish one of them would take care of me :,)

thanks in advance <3

As someone who is always sick (and totally pathetic about it too) i love this request. But i dont love that you're sick!! That sucks so hard. I hope you're feeling better soon and i hope this cheers you up a little bit.

Tommy

🌿 Is the kind of person who, when he's sick, or when his brothers are sick, he doesn't take it seriously at all, he powers through and expects others to power on through too. After all the men of this country have been through much worse than a sore head and a few sniffles

🌿 When it comes to you however everything is different. He worries too much, he worries much more than is necessary considering you've only really got a cold.

🌿 When you first start complaining that you're not feeling too good he frowns, checks your temperature with the back of his hand and tries not to show you how worried he is.

🌿 "Alright love why don't you stop with that and rest a little while eh? I'll get a bath drawn for you and you can stop worrying about all this..." he'll say it like its a suggestion but really its an instruction. He won't let you lift a finger whilst you're not well.

🌿 He will change his plans so that he can stay home - he will not let you know he's done this! - and then he'll hover around you for the rest of the day, trying to be subtle about his concern.

🌿 Its almost like he's shy about caring for you in this way, he knows you only have a cold but he can't help how much he worries about you, and besides, youre so precious to him, youre like this source of light in his life, one of the only truly good people he knows in the world and the idea that you could be suffering in anyway distresses him

🌿 He'll send for the doctor the moment you start to show signs of a fever. He'll have you on bed rest and he'll give the staff strict instructions not to let you get up for anything.

🌿 He'll spoil you, making sure that your favourite meals are prepared, he'll have them brought to your bed, even if you say you're well enough to eat in the dining room he won't allow it.

🌿 Roaring fires burning at all times. He wants to make sure you're cosy and comfy.

🌿 When you get worse and you really do start to feel terrible, and terribly sorry for yourself as a result, he will sit with you in your bed and hold you for as long as you want. He'll even sing you to sleep if you ask him nicely.

🌿 Will still give you kisses even when you tell him not to. "You'll get sick!" "Don't worry about me angel I'll be fine..." "Little cold isn't gonna stop me kissing my girl, come here..."

🌿 So many forehead/temple kisses.

🌿 Finds it comforting when you fall asleep in his arms because it means he can keep you nice and close where he's able to sense even the slightest change in you. He'll lie back with you asleep in hid arms, your head resting on his chest, and he'll stroke his fingers through your hair, listening to you breathing. Its peaceful and he feels almost relaxed.

🌿 Anything you need he will make sure you get it, he'll dote on you. He might start to feel sick himself if he catches it from you but he will ignore it and he certainly won't let you know. He'll keep it to himself and won't let it get in the way of caring for you.

🌿When you're better and he's still sick he'll get so grumpy and irritable if you try to care for him the way he did you. "Its patronising love, i hate sympathy!"

Arthur

🍂 He'll tease you about it at first, he won't take you seriously. "Women are so dramatic about these things..." at first you'll laugh along, tease him for being a sexist but then

🍂 When you actually do start to think maybe you really are sick, his dismissals won't be so amusing and you'll not laugh at his jokes anymore. Instead you'll pout and get this wounded look in your eyes and he'll realise he's said the wrong thing...

🍂 "What now? Youre not really feelin sick now are you?" "Why would you care I'm probably just being dramatic..." "Oh darlin come on now dont be like that eh, you know i was only jokin with you... Come on come here..."

🍂 Suddenly he's all sympathy and cuddles, opening his arms out for you, hugging you and placing a big kiss on your forehead. He'd hold the back of your head in his palm and check your temperature by placing his cheek to your cheek. When he realises youre burning up he'd change his attitude aboit your sickness completely.

🍂 He'd be really reassuring, telling you he's going to send for a doctor, that he'll look after you, get you all the medicine you need to have you on the mend again.

🍂 "You just let your Arthur take care of you sweetheart, have you feelin right as rain alright?"

🍂 Firm believer in hot toddies. The first thing he'll do is get you wrapped up in blankets by the fire and make you a hot toddy to drink. He'll tell you its better than any medicine and in many ways he's right.

🍂 His family and the peakys will take the piss out of him no end because when you're sick he'll drop everything to fuss over you. He's gotten himself into trouble with Tommy before phoning him to tell him he can't come with him to a meeting because "well y/n's ill tommy, need to look after her..." "Theres maids who can look after her Arthur I need you..." "No, no that won't do, won't leave my y/n to be looked after by maids when she's sick, I need to be here Tom... You'd be the same..."

🍂 He will let the maids care for you, to an extent... He just won't leave you alone, at all, it would be annoying if it wasn't so endearing.

🍂 Asking you how you're feeling every ten minutes.

🍂 Falling asleep with you in his arms even though he's trying to stay up to keep an eye on you.

🍂 When he inevitably catches the cold from you he is 10x more dramatic than you ever were and though you do say "I told you so" once or twice, you don't have the heart to tease him too much because it is a rotten cold and he caught it because he was so devoted to taking care of you.

🍂 When you're better you tell everyone its all thanks to "nurse arthur" which really winds him up and gets you into no end of trouble.

Alfie

🐻 You always bring out Alfie's gentle and caring side but when you're ill he's even more tender and nurturing with you than usual.

🐻 He can sense that you're coming down with something before you do and so he quietly prepares for it. You've been stressed out a lot lately, you've worn yourself out... When he catches you sniffling he knows what you're in for.

🐻 He'll be being extra careful with you before you've even started to feel rough, putting his arm around you when you're out walking instead of just holding your hand. Hovering round you more than usual. He'll have you sit in his lap instead of in your own chair and he'll want to just hold you and encourage you to relax and rest.

🐻 So by the time you get sick he's already half way to making you feel better. "It's a like you saw this coming, you're always one step ahead i don't understand..." "I just know you very well don't I zieskiet, thats all, just know you inside and out..."

🐻 He'd draw a hot steamy bath with lavander to relax you. When you pout and tell him you don't want to be left on your own he'll give in and join you... Well, he won't take much convincing at all actually. He'll have you lie back against his chest in the hot water and he'll massage your shoulders, yoir back and your thighs until you're lulled and peaceful.

🐻 He'll let his hands wander too, a sensual massage to distract you from how rotten you're feeling...

🐻 He'll bundle you up in blankets and tuck you into bed. He'll leave Cyril to keep at eye on you and give you cuddles whilst he goes to prepare a hearty dinner for you. You'll be able to smell bread baking in the kitchen and thats how you know he's really spoiling you.

🐻 He will want to call for a doctor if you dont start to feel better the next day, you'll tell him not to fuss but he'll dismiss your protests, "Now now zieskiet, remember, I'm the oldest yeah, so i know best... You should remember that eh..." "But Alf..." "Ah-ah y/n, poppet, am I or am I not much much older than you?" He'll give you that stern, raised eyebrow look which tells you not to try and argue with him anymore. And you know that really he's right so you sigh, "yes Alfie..." "Right, that's right, thank you y/n, now... Don't that mean that I know best? I'll give you a clue poppet the answer to this question yeah, it's exactly the same as the answer to my last question..." "Yes Alfie..."

🐻 He can get quite stern when it comes to your health, he won't let you do anything he deems to be reckless... Which could just mean choosing not to phone for the doctor when you're sick. He'll make sure you see a doctor and he'll listen very carefully to what they have to say. Then he'll make sure you follow the doctors advice to the letter.

🐻 He'll take charge of things like your medicine so that you don't have to worry about anything.

🐻 "Now the only thing you need to worry about zieskiet, the only thing I want you to worry about poppet, is getting yourself some rest, all this is cause you don't take proper care of yourself yeah... All your rushin around, causin trouble, all thats wearing you out yeah... So what I want you to do, that's me, your old man yeah, what I'm telling you to do.. Is take your medicine and go to sleep..."

🐻 Ultimately though he's a huge teddy bear, he just wants to cuddle you and keep you close until you're feeling better. He'll hold you in his big arms night and day. Lots of hair and neck kisses.

John

🌼 Similar to Arthur, he'll be so immature at first. He'll probably make a cheeky comment about how you look. Might do a theatrical wince when he sees you, "Shit love you look terrible..." "Charming John, I feel fuckin terrible so I don't care..."

🌼 Hearing your miserable, sarcastic tone is enough to let him know he fucked up and he'll imediately try to compensate even though at first he'll dig himself another hole.

🌼"Well stay away from me then I don't wanna catch it off you..." him teasing you with a smile on his face, going into kiss you anyway.

🌼 But then when you wind up all teary eyed and sad looking he realises he isn't being as funny as he thinks he is and he changes his tactics.

🌼 "Aw come here flower I was just bein daft.. You know what I'm like never know when to be serious thats what you always say ain't it?"

🌼 Him wrapping his arms around you, holding you close to his body and stroking his hand over your hair. Holding your head to his chest and bowing his head to kiss your head.

🌼 Has quite strong fatherly instincts because of the kids, but he'd be lying if he said he really knew what to do. You're the one who looks after him and the kids when they're sick.. So he's a little bit lost but he really wants to get everything right

🌼 Tries really really hard. Will leave the house to get you your medicine and anything else you need no matter what time it is or what the weathers doing.

🌼 Him coming back, soaked to the bone because its raining so hard, but hes smiling and acting like he isnt bothered because he's got you your medicine so you'll be feeling better soon.

🌼 He will kiss you even though you tell him not to. He'll want to give you lots of cuddles. He'll try to tell you jokes or be daft and silly to cheer you up and keep you smiling.

🌼 Will try to cook for you, it doesnt go as horribly as you're expecting it to but your heart jumps every time you hear a crash come from the kitchen.

🌼 Will probably try to be careful and quiet so that you can sleep but its difficult, he likes talking to you!

🌼 Will tease you "ugh look at you youre all snotty and ill, get away from me plague girl," but he will litterally be trapping you in a hug at the same time and kissing you anyway.

🌼 Will get sick, will be a baby about it, "there we go everythings back to normal" when youre taking care of him.

Bonnie

🍀 Thinks its probably his fault you've gotten sick because you probably caught it off someone in the crowd at one of his fights. He firmly believes that the people from the city are dirty and carry germs. So he'll feel guilty.

🍀 Will want to be the one that cares for you even if he has other work he should be doing because you're his girl and he has a very strong caring instinct. He'll want to be responsible for you.

🍀 If you think youre going anywhere or doing anything you're mistaken, he'll have you shut up in the vardo, warm and cosy, wrapped in blankets.

🍀Brings you tea and herbal remedies to help you feel better. Though he mostly believes that what you really need is rest, sleep and good hearty food.

🍀 So he'll go out hunting to catch something really good to cook for you, he'll make you nourishing soup.

🍀 Will actually feed you the soup until you start laughing because you feel so silly

🍀 He won't stray too far from the camp for any other reason, just in case you need him. He'll make sure theres someone else around for you when he's gone.

🍀Him having to explain to the wee kids that you can't play with them today because youre not feeling well and when they sulk and say "its not fair" him grinning and saying "not fair on you, howd you think i feel?"

🍀 You really dont want to get him sick, he needs to be fighting fit for work and you dont want to make him ill. "Bon this shouldn't be you doing this for me, you need to stay away so you don't get..." "I won't get sick little dove, don't worry about me am a big strong lad..." he's really stubborn about this so don't try and argue.

🍀 He will give you all the cuddles he thinks you need. If youre a particularly tearful sick person he will absolutely dote on you, kissing you wherever you say it hurts, kissing your cheeks and eyes and wiping your tears away with his thumbs.

🍀 "Shh dont cry little dove youre alright, gonna get you feeling better soon yeah?"

🍀 Will tell you stories to make you laugh and to keep you from getting bored.

🍀 Putting a blanket out somewhere in the sunlight and sitting with you in his lap, telling you the sunlight will be good for you. Giving you his jacket and jumpers to keep you cosy even though its spring and the suns out.

🍀 Will be the sweetest boy and wont listen to anyone who tries to take the piss out of him for being too soft.

🍀 Won't get ill?! You don't know how he manages to avoid it but somehow he just doesn't catch the cold. Immune system of the gods. How is it possible. You're glad you didnt get him sick but Come On?!

Isaiah

🐀Will jokingly hold his fingers up in the sign of the cross when you sneeze. Will pretend he doesnt want you anywhere near him whilst youre sick.

🐀But he won't leave you alone, will want to kiss you and cuddle you better, he'll tuck you into bed nice and cosy and then lie on top of the covers beside you keeping you company and stroking your hair.

🐀He will run out to the shops to bring you medicine and anything else he thinks you might need. But he's more likely to prioritise buying you treats and comfort foods than he is healthy foods that might actually help.

🐀Like Arthur he believes whiskey cures all. Will bring a bottle of it up to the bedroom and pour you a glass.

🐀 Whilst you're really ill he'll stay nearby, checking your temperature, being very attentive, making sure you don't get anymore ill, he'll probably try to get you to sleep it off and he'll try to keep the house quiet, make sure no one disturbs you..

🐀If theres kids playing out in the street making a racket he will go out there barking orders at them to shut up or play somewhere else cause his girls trying to sleep.

🐀 Then when you're beginning to feel a little better he knows all sorts of ways to make you feel much better... "can't kiss you on the lips darlin but there's nothin stopping me kissin you anywhere else is there..."

🐀 The peaky lads inviting him out down the pub that night and then taking the piss out of him when he refuses, he'll just take the piss straight back, "aye just because i know how to look after my woman John..."

🐀The first few days when youre feeling better he'll still be kind of cautious, keeping a close eye on you, not wanting you to do anything that might make you ill again, "here you sit down love I'll get that for you..."

🐀Lowkey not capable of cooking you dinner and the peaky boys know it, so Ada or Pol will probably send John or Michael round with soups for you and Isaiah will get really defensive because he doesn't like people thinking he can't look after you.

🐀When youre better he'll get you to teach him so that next time he doesnt need anyones help looking after you.

🐀 He will catch your sickness off you but he won't suffer anywhere near as badly as you and he won't let you look after him. If you try so much as to suggest running a bath for him he'll scowl at you and tell you not to patronise him.

Michael

☘️ Does not want to get sick, does not want yo avoid you either so is pretty torn about what to do.

☘️ In the end he settles for kissing your forehead/cheek but not your lips. He'll hold your hands/stroke your hair but if you sneeze or cough he'll totally flinch or shift away.

☘️ He will make sure the maids get you everything you need whenever you need it. He'll have everyone under strict instructions to look after you and you'll become everyone's prioroty.

☘️ Polly will be lowkey pleased because now that youre sick Michael is refusing to do peaky work. He doesnt want to leave you on your own for too long.

☘️ He spoils you, and tells you youre spoilt, but youre his precious girl and he thinks you should be happy all the time, getting whatever you want whenever, and now youre sick and you look so sad his need to keep you happy and look after you is doubled.

☘️ He'll have the house staff bake you cakes snd make all your favourite foods, will feed you the cake and it will feel ridiculous and you will both laugh so much.

☘️He'll sit and read to you, reading you to sleep and reading to you to comfort you when you have a fever.

☘️ He will definitely catch the cold. He will be so so grumpy about catching the cold. You'll both end up tucked up in bed beside one another with the cold feeling rotten but cuddling eachother through it.

☘️When you start feeling better he'll try to pretend hes better too because he finds you trying to take care of him imasculating. He'll end up making himself more ill until he's forced to stay in bed and let you feed him soup and admit that sometimes it's okay to let your woman look after you for a change.

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bvtbxtch · 7 months

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Let Me Love You | Eddie Munson

Day Eight of Kinktober

Summary: Eddie comes over to nurse you back to health after catching a cold.

wc: ~1.9k

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: pet names, no use of Y/N, Friends to lovers, kissing, sickness (reader has a cold), although this story is tame, my blog is 18+ so MDNI!!!

In collaboration with the lovely @darknesseddiem. Stay tuned for the latter part of October for their stories!!

You had been looking forward to this Friday since you got the invite. You had hung out with Robin and Steve before, and you of course had attended the past few weeks of Hellfire club, but you were excited to get an official invite, by Eddie of all people. But when you woke up that morning, you felt the sensation of molten lava behind your eyes. Your ears were plugged and you could hear a shrill ringing. When you sat yourself up in your bed, you moaned loudly. Your head felt like it was going to explode. You thought you would miss school to sleep this cold off so you could go to your inaugural group-hangout. You shuffled to the bathroom in search of some relief, took a big swig of cough syrup (with a wince) and laid yourself back into bed, in hopes that you were going to wake up a new person… what wishful thinking that was.

The shrill tone of your phone jolted you awake. Your new place of respite being the couch, surrounded by half drank cups of tea and an empty bowl of soup. All of your last ditch efforts to feel human again failed miserably, the only relief you feel from your fever is the one leg sticking out of your comforter. You trudged your way to the phone with a groan and a sniffle.

“H-hello?” you croaked.

“Hey champ - woah you sound awful!” a boisterous voice greeted you. You couldn’t help but crack a smile as Eddie interrogated you from the payphone at Hawkins high. “Wanted to check in on you because I didn’t see you at lunch or in History, but I can hear why… you okay?” Eddie’s shoulders were by his ears, why was he so nervous to call you?

Calls between you and Eddie were not unwelcome, but definitely not routine. He had requested your phone number when you joined Hellfire in case he needed to call you about upcoming campaigns. As much of a unorganized slob Eddie could be, he had every member’s phone number written neatly on chart paper in the front of his DM book. His DnD setup was his pride and joy. He had called you a few times before to talk about secret messages your Drow Bard could decipher. Oddly enough, you felt your heart in your stomach every time he called you…

“Yeah,” you sighed. “I’m okay ish. I think I have a head cold.” You sniffle, words being muddled by the phlegm in your sinuses. “I hate to bail on movie night with the gang last minute, but I think I better stay home.” You were worried you were going to ruin your chances to infiltrate the gang of teens you so desperately wanted to be friends with.

“What’re the symptoms, kid?” Eddie asked in a terrible rendition of a transatlantic accent.

“Well, Dr. Munson… I have a fever, headache and I can’t breathe out of my nose.” you giggle.

“Shit… looks like we’re gonna have to put you down” he joked. His shoulders relaxing as he took a deep breath out. “I’m really sorry you’re feeling so shit, champ.” The nickname rang through your ears like a sweet symphony. Eddie had a really great way of making you feel special, even though your friendship was still budding.

“No, I’m sorry I’m not going to be there. I was really looking forward to it.” He can sense the genuine disappointment in your voice.

“Well, I’m not gonna lie I’m pretty bummed, and the gang will be too, but there’s gonna be other times!!” Eddie cooed. You wished you could wave a magic wand and make yourself feel better. You wanted to be friends, you wanted to be included so badly. You said your goodbyes to Eddie and he hung up the phone with a saccharine sweet ‘get well soon, sweetheart’ that left you smiling in your kitchen for what felt like an hour after you put the phone receiver back on the wall. Disappointed with the foul return of silence, you curled yourself back up on the couch and turned on the TV to a rerun of Match Game. It was no time at all until the clapping and laughing on the TV lulled you back to sleep. When you woke up, you were met with a setting sun and a rumbling tummy, but your body was too tired to pull you off the couch to the kitchen.

You aimlessly flicked channels until you were interrupted by a rhythmic knock on your front door. You looked at the clock on the wall. It's 6:45… your parents were out of town and all of your friends were at Eddie’s trailer for movies. You tiptoed to the door and peered through the peephole. Your eyes grew twice in size when you saw a familiar head of curls and big brown eyes. Eddie had a large paper bag under his arm. You swung open the door, a bewildered smile plastered on your face.

“Eddie! What are you doing here?” You beamed. Even though your eyes were sunken in, your face was pale and your nose was bright red, you were glowing. Eddie greeted you with an ear splitting grin.

“Well can’t have a movie night without the movie superstar, so I thought I’d bring the movie night to you.” he winked. “Plus, I brought reinforcements” he smirked as he jiggled the bag he was holding. You stepped aside and let him slide through the door. He took in your small living room with a smile. Pictures of your grade school portraits hung on the wall, different poses with you and your parents with different states in the backgrounds rested neatly on a bookshelf. The couch was decorated with scatterings of tissue and blankets. You scurried past him to bundle up the kleenex and ran to the kitchen to discard them. You hurried back to your guest.

“I’m really sorry about the mess,” you babbled, scrambling to pick up rogue dishes and napkins. Eddie grabbed your shoulders to stop you and grabbed the dishes out of your hand.

“It’s all good, champ. You aren’t feeling good.” he sauntered into your kitchen like he owned the place. “Plus, your house is a mansion compared to mine… even when it is messy.” He turned to wink at you and placed the dishes in the sink. He came back to the living room to your small coffee table where he had put down the mysterious paper bag. It was so full, it barely stood up on its own. You lowered yourself onto the couch and Eddie joined you. He grabbed for the bag, pulling out his wares full of Family Video tapes and various bags of chips.

“I didn’t know which kind of chips you liked, so I bought 3 different kinds. Plus, I heard sour patch kids are really good for sore throats.” Eddie giggled as he continued to organize your snacks. “Oh! And nothing makes a cold better than homemade chicken noodle soup.” You laughed with your whole chest as Eddie pulled out a can of Campbell’s soup out of the bag. You felt like you could cry, none of your friends had ever put this much thought into making you feel better. Eddie looked back at you with his signature crooked smile. You thought that he was handsome enough, but he was quickly proving that he was just as beautiful on the inside, if not more.

“You lay back down and get yourself comfortable. I’ll get the movie set up and go make you some soup.” Eddie made himself at home in your house quickly. He maneuvered around your small kitchen with ease and before you knew it, you could smell the faint saltiness of soup cooking on the stove. You and Eddie sat on the couch comfortably, soup steaming on your coffee table and the foreboding melody of the Shining playing on your TV. You had barely made it to Danny meeting Halloran and you had been lulled to sleep, head slumping forward. Eddie had been glancing over to you periodically, his smirk plastered to his face as he watched you fall into your slumber. When you slumped over, Eddie timidly placed his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into him. Your tired body happily obliged him. Everything about this evening had just felt right. You let your head lull onto Eddie’s chest, letting his pounding heartbeat guide you into a deeper sleep.

Darkness had swept through your house. You opened your eyes to the fuzzy static of the stopped VCR on your TV. You were welcomed back to consciousness with the feeling of Eddie’s chest rising and falling and the soft snores coming from his mouth. You stretch your arms and legs with a small groan, not wanting to wake the sleeping metalhead next to you. You turned your head to look at the clock. 1:24 am. Shit.

“You okay, sweetheart?” Eddie rasped. His voice was small and low, you felt your heart melt.

“Yeah, we must have fallen asleep. I’m sorry” You croaked. You were scared to admit to hin, but sleeping on Eddie made you feel much better than wallowing by yourself all night.

“Hey, what are you sorry for?” Eddie cupped your cheek to pull your gaze to his. “I wouldn’t have wanted to spend my Friday night any other way.”

Eddie’s eyes glimmered in a way that made your heart flutter. He looked at you with such adoration, you felt confused and excited. That isn’t how friends looked at each other; but if you were being honest with yourself, you would rather Eddie look at you the way he was forever. You didn’t miss how his eyes flickered to your lips as he licked his own. A flash of nervousness basked his face and you sat yourself up to look at him properly.

“Can I tell you something?” Eddie whispered, his eyes glued to where his ringed fingers toyed with the frays of his jeans. You nodded your head at him.

“Before I called you, I was hoping that all the others were going to cancel on movie night, or that you could stay later than everyone else so I could get some time alone with you.” His pale cheeks dusted pink. You felt your heart begin to beat out of your chest. You couldn’t help the shy smile that grew on your face.

“Really?”

“Yeah” Eddie exhaled. His nerves left him when he took the chance to look up at you. You radiated reassurance and excitement, making it now impossible for him to take his eyes off of you. He leaned himself closer to you.

“Can I kiss you?” Eddie gulped. He felt like you were taking all the air out of his lungs. You nodded at him, your glassy eyes drowning in him. Eddie softly pressed his lips to yours. He was cautious, he didn’t want to scare you off, but everything about kissing you was exactly what Eddie thought it would be. Your lips were soft, even though they were slightly chapped, and they fit perfectly on his. His hand came up to cup your cheek; he was desperate to show you how much he liked you. You pulled away from him suddenly, your eyes full of guilt and nerves. Eddie’s face matched yours immediately.

“What’s wrong?” Eddie questioned you. His mind immediately went fuzzy. He took it too far and now you’re going to push him away.

“Eddie. I’m gonna get you sick!” you sniffled. The boy let out a chesty laugh and pulled you into his lap.“Well, then it will be your turn to take care of me next week.”

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vickyyoon · 7 months

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Your Professor Bang Chan - 3 (ending)

Part - 2 <- here

Genre: Angst + fluff in the end

Paring: professor!bangchan x fem!Reader

Synopsis : after you two somewhat broke the connections, you keeping bumping into memories with him and end up trying to tell him..

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A/n : thank you all for loving this fic so much but this might be the last one of this series. Hope you find the ending sweet...

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After that night, you never went back to him. You only had a few weeks left till this year was over and maybe in the future, he wouldn't be your professor.

But you were too hurt to think about that night, you couldn't find the wrong and the right that night.

You left before he woke up and he expected it. He himself wish he had kept quiet, but out of a tiresome feeling of just being used he blurted out the deep thoughts.

You couldnt see yourself the same after that night and so did he. You wondered how easy it would be without him but boy you were wrong...

You enter the lecture hall the same day but you attention was diverted into the huge window. chan wanted to call you out but he was couldnt.

Your face looked dried out and pale. Your lips were white and dead. You're eyes were swollen and you looked tired. You obviously couldn't find peace.

You didn't stay any longer after your classes. You locked yourself up.

Remembering how chan used to take you out on little dates far far away from the city where no one would recognize you, just tk spend time with you.

He gave you what ever you wanted every time. Money didn't have any value when he was with you. On the other hand chan was looking for you because you usually stay after classes. He remembered how you used to buy him little snacks as gifts randomly, you knew what were his favorites more than anyone else.

Some days near the ending of this year you finally head out and open your messages to text him but then you remember you were his nobody.

While at the pharmacy to pick up somethings you spot chan and look away. Something slashed your heart into pieces seeing him. He doesn't notice you until you both end up in front the counter.

You could see yourself from the glass door how bad you looked beside him. You would be hugging him but you couldn't.

He stares at you as you leave after checking out. Hid eyes follow your figure walk out emotionlessly.

You couldn't get enough sleep, even after taking your pills. Usually these nights you would call him and he would bring you food but you were turning sick due to the lack of sleep, maybe it was sleeping with him that you needed desperately.

Chan couldn't focus on work especially when he made you so upset, he felt like he just committed a sin. He really wanted to tell. You that but somewhere in his mind he was ashamed to apologize.

You didn't want to see him but you needed to see him if he was alright or if he was with someone else, something you did without him knowing was look after him when he was outside.

Soon the stress of not seeing you got chan sick, he missed you all day. Mumbling your name sometimes when his fever turns high because you used to rush to him and take care of him when he was sick, not leaving him for a second. You used to tell him your stories, sing him songs, tell him jokes all while holding his hands. He got to know a lot about you when he was sick.

Just the last days before the exam you were experiencing the worst headache of your life. You were breaking down and your head was exploding. You were in the floor bawling and crying with your nose bleeding. Something was wrong but you didn't know.

Luckily your next door roommate heard you and called you an ambulance. Before you knew it you were stabilized in the hospital bed. You had too much stress and it got bad.

" I can say it's very common for students in their final or people who suffered relationship impacts but you should stop for a while."

You knew it was him on your mind that caused you stress but you didn't want to bother him by coming back. You were probably a burden to him.

He gets to hear about your breakdown and your location, he decided to drive there and see you.

Looking at you he couldn't say anything. You were pale and skinny, you were barely alive. He sits beside you and you open your eyes to see him.

He tries to act formal. Like your teacher giving you advice but you don't want to believe that he's calling you that.

" could you pass me that bottle? The orange one." and he stared at your huge table of pills. Pills that deal with your mental health and sleep.

" am I still just a student to you?" you softly asked. He looked down as slowly shook his head.

" then what am I? I hope I'm still somebody in your life." your voice ached but you had to say it.

" a-am I still your channie then? I-if I'm still. Your favorite channie then your still my y/n" his voice was shaky starting to crack. You smiled slowly watching him still avoiding your gaze.

He just apologized when he didn't want to. He really wanted to say it long time ago.

" that was the cause of my stress, the thought of my channie being mad at me. If it's my fault, then I'm really really sorry and if it means loosing my limbs to have you then I'll do it. I can tell you don't want to say sorry atleast say it first." you said and he only wished he didn't make that obvious.

You smile at his red face, he was embarrassed and your hand looked for his but he pushed it away. Surprising you.

"I-I'm sorry. You don't deserve me." he blurted trying to get up and leave.

But you grabbed his wrist " it'll hurt me more if you leave, please." you said as he sat back down.

He remembered when before you passed his exams, he admired your sweet, childlike, innocent and pure behavior from afar.

" if you never gave me that opportunity then I would be lost in studies. I would never find someone like You. I was glad you made the first move but it made me happy to know that you would be mine even for just 3 years." you reffered to your 3 years left in university.

You made sure to not loose him before university. Atleast he wasn't mad at you anymore.

He cried onto your shoulder the entire night, opening up to you about the past few days without you.

The last day before graduation you made him promised that he'll never find someone else after your completion of university. You wanted to wait for your graduation to really be his officially.

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youlikefanficdontyousquidward · 1 year

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Fever for the Doctor

Prager x human!reader

Summary: Prager has a crush on the human doctor assigned to the group. They won't admit it mutal until something happens!

Ring the dinner bell, Prager lovers come get yalls food!

Being the youngest recom was terrible. Technically they were all the same age and he'd tell them this. Although it did little to stop the constant jokes and baby talk.

He'd been barely 22 when he'd signed up for the Pheonix project. He'd never even met the others before they were all lined up in front of the link units. He'd asked the woman in front about it, confused as to why they were going in the avatar drivers thing. The woman, Zdinarsk, had broke out in a devilish grin before repeating his question loud enough for the whole room to hear. Everyone had laughed and he'd gone into the machine still burning with embarrassment.

Then he woke up. Now he was stuck with the group continuing to pile on the jokes. He got it, everyone was struggling with the change and he could take a little jab to lighten the mood.

To his delight he wasn't the only fresh face in their barracks. The doctor they'd assigned the team was the youngest doctor the RDA had. You must have been a quick study to switch from human to Na'vi biology so easily. Quaritch had scowled at your youth and messy appearance but softened upon seeing your credentials.

You were less enthusiastic about the assignment. Seemingly seeing it as some sort of demotion from your previous role. Still you dutifully gave them their assessments when they'd landed on Pandora.

Prager had sat on the lowered bed watching you work beside him. Even purpose built to assist you in reaching they all towered over you. You tilted Mansk's head, shining a light past his eyes before giving him an approving nod. Sunglasses quickly back in place he wandered over to the others to get dressed.

Prager was already feeling rather bashful, sat there in his underwear watching you assess everyone else. Zdinarsk, or Zdog as she preferred, had bumped him down the line.

"Last born, last place!" She smirked jumping the queue.

You stepped in front of him now, reading down a clipboard. He'd found himself staring this whole time. You were cute, no you were down right hot, so painfully his type it felt cruel. He prayed he could ignore the twitch in his pants until he was alone.

You turned to him now neck craning up, looking him in the eyes through your lashes. Your face was neutral as you tapped your chart. You were so close to him, he could smell your scent, he could feel the heat radiating from your skin.

"Let's see, last one here, Prager?" You paused. Prager caught himself having been lost eyeing your form. He nodded dumbly, eyes tracing back down to your messy shirt. You'd left quite a few buttons undone and he was having a real hard time focusing on anything but your exposed skin.

You hummed, reaching your hands out to click your fingers by his ears. He sat painfully still attempting to let you do your job quickly so he could scamper off. Prager caught Lyle's eye behind you, smiling widely as Zdog whispered to him. He felt his face flush, he was so busted.

He didn't have much time to react as you took his face in your palms. Prager swallowed hard, eyes flicking to yours. He squinted as you shone the bright beam in them. Satisfied at his pupil response, you let go of his cheek, ticking a last box.

Prager couldn't wait to run off, just needed you to move out from in front of him.

"Hey Y/n!" Lyle called over, your head turning to him. Prager felt anxiety bubble up in him, his tail thumping on the bed. He wished you'd just move so he could run over and shut his superior officer up.

"I think Prager there might have a little fever!" He continued. Zdog looked pained, barely holding in a laugh at his side.

"Yeah kiddo, lookin' a little red there!" Lopez chimed in, choking back a laugh when Prager shot him a glare.

You turned back to him quizzically. There was no way you didn't notice the growing blush he felt. Prager's ears pinned back as you continued to assess him a moment.

He was worried how red he must look. Or maybe purple? How would his new form blush? He needed to turn this around, ease his embarrassment, maybe gain some respect from the others.

"Hey I'm happy to stay here and play doctor." He tried to sound relaxed, flirty, not like his heart was thundering behind his ribs.

He looked back to you, watching as your face twisted from concern to anger.

"Right then. Dismissed, all of you." You ordered, storming off to your desk and slamming your clipboard down. The others burst into their laughter as they left. Prager followed sheepishly, shooting you an apologetic glace as he passed. Lyle clapped his shoulders in the hall the group still howling.

He saw you often in the weeks that followed. Being on call for them meant being housed just past the air lock to their barracks. You didn't often join them, preferring to stay hold up in your office. You mainly shot them all glares when they saw you. Being a little rough patching up the scrapes and bruises you tended to.

The recom unit still had to eat in the mess hall. Tugging air masks up to breath their own air throughout their meals. It was there Lyle had found you eating alone. You'd made an attempt to leave before his large hands had pushed you back. Joking about joining them all for a lunch date. Maybe his way of trying to break the tension with you, though your sour expression would've frightened Prager off forcing it.

Still it became a routine of sorts. They'd find you in there at some mealtimes and would gather around. You always made to leave but were crowed in and ended up stuck there. Despite this you had began actually talking to them. Prager found himself relaxing around you after the others jokes died down. Though there was still an occasional flirtatious comment slung your way.

"Pipe down! That's Prager's lover, show so respect!" Zdog barked, jabbing Lopez in the ribs.

"In his dreams." You smirked to a chorus of laughter and fists banging the table.

He'd been finding it so much easier to chat in the last few days. Prager had told some dumb story about his teen years and you'd actually laughed. It was a sudden and loud sound that silenced the whole table. It was beautiful, by far the best thing he'd heard since he woke up.

You'd been embarrassed by the sudden attention and probed him to continue. The buzz of chatter resumed but he caught the growing smile on Lyle's face.

Prager did his best to ignore it focusing on his new friendship with you. Finding himself often visiting you in your office, watching over your shoulder at your experiments. Little flirts became a joke between you both. Though he'd never admit he meant it.

Prager had always been a rather tactile guy. So when you'd made to avoid sitting with them again it was him that snuck an arm out to catch you round the waist. Plopping you down next to him, the table laughing at your flustered state.

"And just where do you think you're going my love?" He smirked at your pouting face.

"I've got work to finish. Dear" You stuck your tongue out and made to get up but Walkers hand rested heavily on your shoulder.

"Nothing so pressing you should skip your lunch date." She jeered, wrapping her arm across your shoulders. You grumbled but relented, stealing what you could eat off of others trays, Lyle feigning disgust when you ate the bug proteins.

Prager could feel his crush growing everyday. Sure you were stern sometimes, well most of the time but you were funny and even sweet. You're care for the team softening, Prager had even found himself jealous of the stitches you gave Lopez. Your small hands delicately holding his arm and soft voice praising him for sitting so still. Prager had to leave before he pounced on his friend.

He'd began to really miss you once they were sent on a longer mission. It'd been weeks since he'd heard your sarcastic remarks. He missed basking in your scent as you worked or stealing contact with you that left his skin buzzing. Hell he was considering getting into an accident just so he could get sent home to you. Lyle and Zdog had caught on and joked with him about pinning for his lover. He'd laughed but it was half right, he was pinning for you.

Prager could barely keep his eyes open. The pain so intense it was the only thing he knew. The sharp twist in his gut keeping him from falling away. He felt otherwise so odd, like he maybe could just drift away if Lopez would stop knocking into the arrow.

It was a sneak attack and he'd not been the only one shot, though he was the only one they we're taking back. Quaritch and Lyle pulled the prisoner away as the landed, Lyle shooting worried glances back as he left.

The stretcher was rushed past bright lights, the strobing affect leaving his head pounding. A human face drifted above his own, your face, features twisted, pained. He wanted to reach out, to smooth the line between your brows away. Something cold spread through him now, the pain ebbing away and taking his consciousness with it.

When he woke Prager felt like lead. His body so heavy not even the na'vi strength could lift it. Fike was with him, asleep on a reclined chair and drooling. He smirked, wishing he'd be able to just nudge the leg he balanced on. He caught Mansk's eye, the other man having stood when he saw him wake. Mansk looked between Prager and Lopez, smiling before kicking Lopez's chair.

He squealed, a high pitched sound Prager would have never expected as he fell to the floor. Both men now laughing at his prone form.

"Oh not funny guys!" He grumbled, scrambling up. Prager's laugh broke into an uneasy cough, fresh pain coursing from him stomach. Mansk made to move when you burst through the door. Your hair was extra messy, shirt buttons barely aligning. Your wide eyes narrowed at Lopez and Mansk.

"Right out boys!" You ordered moving to hold the door for them.

"Aww y/n we just..." Lopez didn't finished, freezing under your glare and scuttling out with Mansk in tow. You sighed heavily as you closed the door behind them.

Prager smiled towards you, dropping it when you didn't even look at him. Instead you turned to the monitors, checking his vitals. He smelt Lopez and Mansk's scents, heavy in the air and tinged with sadness. You were closer now, at his IV drip. He inhaled the scent he'd craved all that time, it was soured with your own worry.

He reached a hand to your arm. You looked to him then, eyes bloodshot, tear tracks still visible. Prager wilted under your gaze, the sadness in your eyes passing to anger.

"What the hell were you thinking!" You screamed at him, his ears pinning back at the sudden sound. He fumed suddenly indignant at your response, like it was his fault he got shot!

"I was doing my damn job!" He shouted back, his own voice less intimidating with how scratchy it came out.

"No, no, your supposed to go out there and watch each others backs. You supposed to have been watching someones back! Why was no one watching your back?!" You screamed back, fresh tears spilling as your arms waved. You stilled suddenly, red face turning away. "Why did no one have your back." He barely heard the whisper, your tears falling freely.

You were still so close. Prager lifted his hand to your cheek, thumb wiping your cheek. He turned your face to him, his other hand coming to cup your face. You sniffed, eyes still cast to the floor.

"You had my back..." Prager spoke softly, letting his giant thumbs stroke you small face. You looked back to him, wide eyed again as he hummed.

"Yup! You were here, stitched me up good as new right?" He swore he heard his heart stutter on the monitor when you broke into a smile. Nodding your head in his palms, an uneasy laugh escaping.

"I'm sorry." You spoke, new tears spilling again as your face scrunched. Prager hushed you, pulling you closer to tuck your head under his chin. It was an awkward hug with him still on a gurney but you stayed there until he let go. Pulling back he felt heat rise in his cheeks, your gentle expression meeting his. Your soft hand touched his cheek, finger tips lightly tracing his stubbled jaw.

"You'll be careful right? I don't wanna play doctor this way again." He felt your breath against his face, ears burning at the proximity. Prager broke into a smirk.

"Can we play it another way?" His heart thundered as you lent in and kissed his cheek.

"When you're better." You promised, resting your forehead to the side of his face. Perfect moment ruined when you both startled upright, hearing a whoop from behind the doors window. Lyle cheered before he was tackled out of sight by Zdog.

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keekee-23 · 10 months

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Comfort

Y/N X Damian Priest Fluff Fanfiction

You had been feeling sick for days now. It started out with a slight sniffle that quickly turned into a fever, aching muscles and a heavy bout of coughing. You hadn’t been able to leave your bed since then, the illness sapping you of all your energy and making you feel completely drained.

Just as you were about to call your doctor, there was a knock at the door. You slowly made your way to answer it and was surprised to see your boyfriend, Damian Priest.

He was wearing a black leather jacket, white t-shirt, jeans, and had a bouquet of long-stemmed roses in one hand and a card in the other. He smiled at you and said, “Hey babe, I hope you feel better soon.”

You felt your heart swell with warmth. You were taken aback by Damian’s sweet gesture. Here he was, standing on your doorstep with an incredible get-well-soon gift. You thanked him and invited him inside. He stepped into your home and handed you the bouquet. You brought it to your nose and inhaled the delightful scent of the roses.

You set the bouquet down on the kitchen counter and opened the card. Inside, Damian had written a heartfelt message, wishing you a speedy recovery. He’d even included a few sweet encouragements and a joke about how you were “tougher than sickness.” You smiled, touched by Damian’s thoughtfulness.

You expressed your gratitude to him once more and embraced him firmly, then wondered what had brought him so far. You never imagined Damian would be here; after all, with his wrestling schedule, you knew he was a very busy man. "What are you doing here?" you asked.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," Damian said. "You're important to me, and I don't like to see you feeling bad."

Damian leaned in and kissed you gently on the lips.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

"Not great," You replied, your voice still hoarse. "I think the fever is getting a bit better, though."

"That's good," Damian said, relief evident in his voice. "What can I do to help you? Is there anything you need?"

You shook your head. "No, I don't think so," you said. "But it's nice of you to come check on me. I really appreciate it."

Damian smiled and squeezed your hand gently.

"I'm always here for you," he said.

You smiled back. You knew he meant it. He had always been there for you, ever since you both first met a few months ago. He had been your rock, your strength, your confidante. You were so lucky to have him in your life.

He leaned in and kissed you again, his lips warm and comforting.

"Let me get you some medicine," he said. "You need to get better."

You nodded. You were too tired to argue, and you knew he was right.

Damian stood up and went into the bathroom, where he quickly found some ibuprofen and some cold medicine. He poured a glass of water and brought it back to you, along with the medication.

"Here you go," he said, handing you the glass and the pills.

You thanked him and took the pills, downing them quickly with the glass of water. You felt slightly better already.

"I'm going to take care of you," Damian said softly, his voice full of love and compassion.

For the next few hours, Damian stayed with you, taking care of you, and making sure you were comfortable. He was so sweet and loving, you could never ask for a better boyfriend.

When he finally left for the night, you felt a little sad. You were so used to having him around that you had almost forgotten what it was like to be sick and alone. But you also felt a sense of warmth and gratitude that he had gone out of his way to take care of you while you were feeling so terrible.

The next morning, you woke up feeling much better. You were still a little tired and your throat was still a little scratchy, but you were definitely feeling better.

You got up and went to take a shower, and when you came out, Damian was waiting for you in the living room. He had brought you breakfast — a cup of coffee, pancakes, and bacon.

“You didn’t have to do that,” you said, laughing.

“I wanted to,” Damian said, smiling.

You were touched. You couldn’t believe how wonderful Damian was being. You hugged him tightly and kissed him.

“Thank you,” you said. “I love you.”

“I love you too baby,” Damian said, smiling.

He stayed for a few more hours, taking care of you until you were completely well. By the time he left, you felt like a new person. You had never felt so loved and cared for, and it filled you with joy.

You had never felt so grateful to have such a wonderful boyfriend. You were so lucky to have him, and you knew it.

#damian priest #damian priest fanfic #damian priest oneshot #wwe fandom #wwe fanfiction #wwe #damian priest x reader

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rodeo-clowns · 1 year

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heyy, I just wanted to request a Rachel green x fem r. Maybe r is sick and Rachel takes care of her or something like that pls.

Thank youuu

Fade Into You: Rachel Green

A/N: Thanks for requesting! This is something I intended to write really quick around New Years but I got caught up in trying to graduate lmao! Kinda felt motivated to complete this bc I just finished fighting a cold and I wish I could relate to reader rn lmao. I hope you enjoy! Again, sorry for the long wait.

Word Count: 854 words.

Warnings: None, just fluff and a kiss.

It was a regular Saturday morning in New York. The sounds of people starting their days flooded the streets. You were sleeping in your light purple sheets when you awoke to the sound of an ambulance driving by. It was then you realized that you slept with your mouth wide open. Crap. You were officially sick. You had felt a sore throat coming the previous day but hoped that it was just from yelling too much at Monica's tv screen from your girls' movie night two days prior. Unfortunately for you, your nose was stuffed up and your throat was now aching like crazy. Just then, your phone started to ring from the other room.

Rolling off the bed, you took your sheets with you and shuffled into the living room as fast as you could without either passing out or throwing up. When you managed to reach the phone, you answered with a nasally "Hello?"

"Good morning, why do you sound like that?" It was Rachel, your girlfriend of six months. You'd forgotten that you made plans to get breakfast together.

"Oh, I'm sorry Rach I woke up this morning feeling like a truck hit me. Do you mind if we reschedule? I'm so sorry." You said, winded from having to talk so much

“No no of course don’t worry about it. Hey! I have an idea!” She exclaimed. You weakly grunted in response. “How about I come over and take care of you?” She says, clearly ecstatic over the idea.

“Really,” you weakly replied, “you’d do that for me?”

“Uh Duh! I’ll be over there in a second don’t you even worry. Just…lay back and i’ll be there!” She says, sounding kind of rushed and worried.

“Uh okay, thanks Rach, it means a lot.” You reply.

“Anytime.” She says before hanging up. After that, you can’t fight sleep any longer before passing out, head buried in your comfortable pillows. When you later opened your eyes after what felt like a very deep sleep you could head your bedroom door opening.

“Heyy,” it was Rachel, and she seemed to be holding a tray with a bowl of what smelt like chicken noodle soup.

“Rach?” you responded groggily, attempting to sit up.

“Shhh Shhhh yes it’s me, don’t move too much we don’t want you puking now do we!” she says, slightly scolding you but in a joking manner.

“Ok ok, is that chicken noodle soup?”

“Yes, yes I got Monica to speed make some for you on my way here,” she laughs while sitting by your side, placing the tray on your lap.

“You didn’t have to, really,” you say, picking up the spoon placed delicately on a napkin with flowers on it.

“Nonsense! What kind of girlfriend would I be if I just let you suffer?” She replied with a bright smile. After that you simply let her take care of you for the rest of the day. You could get used to being pampered by your Rachel. After all, there's no one quite like Rachel Green and her devotion.

By the end of the day, Rachel had made sure you had eaten enough, stayed hydrated, drank enough fluids and ensured you were never cold with lots and lots of cuddles (although you warned her against it, fearing she might get sick as well). By 11:00 P.M., you felt your fever break as you lay your head on her lap whilst she detangled your hair.

"Rach?" you said, eyes closed.

"Yes?"

"Thank you." you said, finally opening your eyes. She looked cute focusing on your hair before making eye contact with your fluttering eyes. "Seriously, I appreciate it, no one's ever done something like this for me before."

"Well, that's just what you do for the people you love." She said with a smile, her focus going back to your hair, now beginning to braid it. You smiled back at her, slightly lifting your head.

"Rach..."

"hmm?"

"Did you just admit you love me?" You said with a cheeky grin, your eyes fully focused on her. She quickly turned a bright red before removing her hands from your hair and covering her mouth with them.

"Oh my god!" She said. She was clearly embarrassed. Her hands now fully covered her face.

"Rach..." You said, now moving to kneel in front of her. "Rach." You said again, moving her hands away from her face. You gently cradle her face in your hands, stroking her left cheek with your thumb. "I love you too."

"Really?" She said, still embarrassed. You smiled at her.

"Really," you whisper before leaning in and locking your lips with hers. Afterwards, Rachel ended up spending the night in your apartment, cuddled with you as the two of you watched Days of Our Lives, laughing at Dr. Drake Ramoray's bizarre return before the two of you fell asleep. The next morning, you awoke to Rachel sneezing three times in a row before sniffling. It seems that the two of you have a long day ahead of you, but that was okay now that you knew your love was fully mutual.

#rachel green x reader #rachel green #friends #friends tv #rachel green fanfic #rachel green fanfiction #wlw #lesbian #fluff #rachel green x fem!reader #friends tv series #friends tv show #sapphic fanfic #sapphic fanfiction #sapphic #fanfiction #fanfic

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nrdmssgs · 10 months

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A heart full of pity (part 2)

Masterlist Part 1

Part 3 Part 4 (final)

Angst, hurt/comfort

Pairing: Nik x unnamed afab OC

Summary: He wishes there was another way to make her not give up and fight on. He wishes, he could make it better. But there are habits, that proved being effective. Habits and patterns that make him harm even those, he deeply cares about

TW: Mention of physical injury (burns). Inaccurate description of military operations. Swearing. Mental abuse (manipulation. none of characters is left happy with it.)

Authors note: I still don't try to praise Russian culture. This time I tried to show, how FSB background can make someone cold, unsettling even cruel in a way. FSB in real life is still bad. Nikolai is a unique character, he does not represent any realities of life in Russia or work in the FSB. I don't romanticize Russia or FSB in real life. This is just fiction. I don't intend to harm anyone with it.

Thanks: @homicidal-slvt is still an absolutely incredible person, who helped me start this all. But there is also @sofasoap who created Lastochka series. If you have time for only ONE work to read today - please go and read Lastochka.

She woke up in another life, distant and long forgotten. The light shone even through her closed eyelids, turning the darkness into a bright red. Some familiar scent tingled her nose, muffled but also strangely familiar sounds echoed somewhere deep in the flat. It was as if she was again just twelve, caught up cold and had to stay home. No school for her today, no worries - just a slow lazy morning, loads of tea with honey and lemon, and if she's lucky enough to have a fever - unlimited raspberry jam. Her peaceful slumber was distracted only by a strange pulling sensation, sending waves of pain from her ankles along both sides of the hips to her waist. But she yet couldn't decide if the pain was worth of any worry: it wasn't that bad anyway.

That was until she heard a soft rumbling voice from somewhere above. “I like it when you smile.” And just like that the illusion is gone: she gradually recalls everything, that happened prior. Now, when her mind traced all the way back to the reason behind the pain - it washes over her body again, making her wince, opening her eyes. “My oh my… and I remember times, when women kept happy expressions, seeing me beside their beds.” Nik tilts his head and raises eyebrows. “How many of them were in my condition?” She watches him rise, move the stool to the bed, and leave the room.

“None that I can recall…” He comes back in a minute with a lightly steaming bowl. “So you say, if it wasn't for your condition, you'd be beaming?” “I say…” She slowly rises on a bed with Niks help. “If it wasn't for my condition - I wouldn't end up in this bed.” “Ouch. Breaking my heart right there.” Nikolai chuckles softly. Of course, he is joking deliberately, and it's a good sign, she reacts. Although her motions are slow and shaky - she manages to eat almost the whole bowl, so he can give her ‘the desert’, which consists of a good pile of analgesics. “How much time do I have?” She doesn't need to explain any further - Nik knows exactly what she's referring to. “I've talked to Price this morning, you have about an hour. And… the whole operation is just your call now. I'm ready whenever you are.” Her face changes as if she's just stumbled upon something, hit against an invisible wall. She closes her eyes, slowly breathes in and answers, ‘don't be ridiculous. I'm done for. I'll admit, I've fucked up, and he'll send someone better to lead the whole thing’. Nikolai gives her a heavy long look. Suddenly, all the jokes and playfulness are drenched from the room. She feels smothered with a guilt building up inside and can't make herself look back him in the eyes. “I'm sorry in advance.” Nik leaves her wondering, what was he actually meaning. After some time, he brings a big mirror from the hallway. It's covered with dust and has a few chips on the edges. She tries to find out, what is he up to, but he exits the room once again and comes back with another mirror - a much smaller one, that he gives her.

“I was wondering, why did they leave us be?” Nikolai gently guides her to rise and sit on the edge of the bed, facing him. It doesn't happen in one swift motion, because her wounds are still fresh, so he proceeds “We were such an easy target, when this all happened, it must have pained them to not hit us…” As Nik speaks, she leans on his shoulder and slowly straightens her back, finally meeting his gaze fixed on something behind her. “And as much as I want to believe, It's because they don't want to become my personal targets, I must admit - their reasoning goes far beyond that.” He tucks under the bandages covering her torso and starts undoing them gently. “Nikolai, don't bother, I can change those by my-” He cuts her out by just glancing down in her eyes. His gaze is cold, distant. “Sit still for me and listen. Those bastards put Molotovs in children hands not to end you.” Nik reveals her bare back from under layers of the bandage and guides a small mirror in her hands so that she can see every detail of what exactly she now looks like. “They wanted to make a point, send Price a clear message. ‘Mess with us and this is what happens. You are powerless here, your people are nothing but meat to be roasted. We'll make them suffer so hard, they'll forget, who they were, they'll return to you broken only for you to blame yourself for that. It will hurt even to glance at them’. Now, as I said, it's your call. But you should ask yourself if their message is to be delivered.” She listens to him, seeming calm, not tearing her eyes from a little mirror. But Nikolai knows very well, what his words are doing to her: her heartbeat rose, her pupils slowly widen. It isn't the first time he has to manipulate someone, but this time it leaves him with such an disgusting aftertaste, that he is genuinely grateful when she asks him to leave her alone for the call.

Out on the street, he desperately searches for anything to distract himself: first, he checks the backyard of the house where they took refuge, then leaves it, blends with the crowd and wanders forward aimlessly. It's strange, he used to manage it much easier, but now he had a heavy heart. It was a really long time, since he felt that bad for hurting someone. Was it in her interest? Probably. Was it worth it? That he would find out later. Would he do such a thing to her ever again? Not even if she begs him to.

Nikolai keeps roaming around, his mind is fogged, but his body seems to find ways across the town automatically. In a couple of hours he finds himself leaning against the door of their flat, looking down on a small bag of tangerines, which he brought for some reason. He questions himself, what was his idea behind that. “Hey, I know, you are down, in pain and you can't leave a bed. And it was cruel to say all the things, I have, but I needed you to not give up on this mission, and I only had this one shot to make things right. Anyway, here are some tangerines, please don't hate me”? Nik winces of a mere thought of such an explanation.

He leaves a bag on the kitchen counter and heads to the bedroom. It is silent there, rare sunbeams are swaying and flickering along the faded wallpaper above the bed. She scribbles something frantically in a little notebook and doesn't even look at him, until he gets down to meet her gaze. “We have two weeks. I've convinced Price, we can pull this through.” She knows what Nikolai was hoping to hear and doesn't make him wait for it, but he doesn't leave right after he got the news. “Prosti*.” He reaches out to her, but his hand freezes as she answers. “You did the right thing, so no hard feelings, Nik.” She smiles, but her gaze is hollow, lacking of any emotion. He wishes, she instead slapped him in the face, shouted at him or at least told him go fuck himself for being like that to her - at this point anything would be better than her empty eyes and fake smile.

For a first couple of days, she is working on a plan constantly, not leaving her bed. Nikolai practically has to drag notebooks, printed charts and maps out of her hands every night just to make her sleep a bit. He still helped her here and there with bandages, cooked for her, and just tried to always be somewhere around in case she needed him. But little by little her strength returns, and the movements cause less and less pain.

One evening, Nik is sitting in the living room, half asleep to the blaring of the TV, when he hears shuffling footsteps behind. She comes in holding notes in one hand and a pencil in the other and sits down on the couch next to him. Nikolai immediately reaches for the remote control to turn off the TV, but she stops him. "Let it mumble. I don't understand the language anyway, so it doesn't distract me." She looks over her notes for a while, then sets them down on the coffee table and tries to concentrate on a show instead, constantly shifting her weight, trying to get into a position where her back wouldn't touch the back of the couch. He watches her for a while, and then in one motion he puts her legs over his knees, so she leans sideways on the back of the couch. “Better?” She smiles at his question. ”This way I'm going to break my neck trying to enjoy what ever is going on there.” Nik chuckles, extending one arm and cradling her lightly, so that she could rest her head on his shoulder and watch the show in peace. “Stop acting like a piece of furniture. You are not a cushion to rest on.” Her voice is sleepy. “I was aiming more for acting like a gentleman. And your head doesn't turn me into a pillow.” They keep watching the TV in silence for some time, but then Nik starts explaining her, what is going on and why the audience is laughing. At some point, he looks down and meets her gaze. “Thank you, Nik.” She didn't look away and, noticing his puzzled expression, added. “For saving my useless ass.”

“Still trying to be a gentleman here, little one… So you are not dragging me into commenting on your ass.”

***

She towers over the table, dragging fingers down a map and cursing under her breath. Line after line, she draws invisible ornaments along the streets. But it seems that every path keeps failing her. Nikolai understands, it's not safe to interrupt her right now, but he can't stand another minute of her desperation. “Show me where are we stuck.” He leans down to the table besides her. “It's not that I practically have to orchestrate a street riot here. It's that there are just the two of us.” She irritably touches the tip of her pencil to several intersections. "I'm barely moving, I won't have time to intercept them in these places. And you can't do it alone." Nick covers his face with hands and hisses. "C`mere." He takes her hand and leads her to a chair. "Sit down. And please listen to me." She limply sinks to the edge of the seat, Nikolai leans closer. “Price sent me to help you, not because of my pretty eyes. He said you needed a fixer, remember? Well, great news: you have a one now. I’ll get you anything you need, arrange any meeting. You need people? I'll gather you a fucking army. Need arms? Name it and I'll have it wrapped in a gift paper for you by the morning. Need to burn this nest of filth? I'll get you matches. Now stop thinking about what we are lacking and use me for gods’ sake!” His deep, rumbling voice sounds menacing: it's high time she found a place for him in this operation. “Tell me then, fixer…” A small, vague smile appears on her lips. “Are you up for a ride?’

***

This is yet one of the strangest scoutings, he has ever taken part in. Their car creeps in silence along the central streets past dark windows. The city has long fallen asleep, and at this late hour the two of them do not meet anyone on the streets. She occasionally taps his shoulder - a sign to stop the car. Then she exits on the street, claps her hands loudly for a few times and stands there still, listening to the echoes. But it didn't bother Nikolai, since every time she returned with a satisfied grin. When they are back at home, curiosity gets the better of him. “What sort of gig are you planning?” “A little song for my fixer to sing along. Don't worry, I'll take you on a soundcheck.”

Days and nights of preparation followed. They hardly saw each other: Nikolai gathered reliable people, prepared locations, and she kept working on her putting together mechanisms, mixing substances and correcting their plan.

***

Nik wakes her up in the middle of the night before the operation. They silently drink coffee in the kitchen, get ready and leave for the improvised intel center, he arranged for her to lead the operation from.

“Nikolai, this hardly fits the definition of a secluded place, away from prying eyes.” She looks around the spacious, empty room, with a panoramic view of the city center. In other circumstances, she wouldn't be bothered by working in an unfinished skyscraper in the center of the city. But this building is literally in full view of everybody. “Saved the best seat for you. Besides, you know what they say: the best place to hide something is in plain sight.” Nik helps her to arrange remote controls and checks the room once more. Despite still having troubles moving around much and suffering from pains, she looks surprisingly content, walking along a huge window.

“I'm leaving you my jacket in case it gets too cold.” She didn't answer, so Nikolai comes closer. “You ok?” Something disturbingly jolly flickers deep in her eyes. Something unkind. Something sadly familiar to him after many battles. “I'm fine. Go, we have a nest to burn there.” “Just promise me to sit here and don't get reckless, ok? I want to come here, when it's all over and find you right in this room, safe and sound” He lightly pats her shoulder, trying to get any answer.

“I'll be safe and sound, that's a promise.”

***

From the outside, it might look like a pure chaos: angry shouts, tossed stones flying forward, an irritated crowd growing every minute. But a few people in the crowd know that what is happening on the street isn't the result of a combination of random circumstances. This is a trap set by the hands of an invisible hunter, snares placed in the path of prey. An invitation and a dare.

Nikolai isn't sure that the 'crackers' would have the desired effect, and gradually rounds the perimeter of the crowd like a shepherd. But when the first one goes off behind him with a deafening crack, his first instinct, overtaking common sense, is to duck. A series of loud pops really resemble the echo of shots. His people in the crowd, knowing that this was a signal for them, hurry, dragging the crowd forward with them. Every time the crowd reaches a new intersection, another batch of crackers drives people in the right direction. The first rumors that civilians were being shot at spread almost instantly. Nik couldn't help but grin at the ideal timing and effect her little sound traps had on the crowd. In a way, this really feels like a song. A quite sinister one, but it still reminded him, they are together in this.

When the crowd rounds up the building, that she and Nik called ‘the nest’ - he knows exactly what is she doing right now. Forehead pressed to a cold window, fingers clasping around her elbow in anticipation, eyes glued to an outline of the building, he is standing in front of. He can swear on his life, he almost feels her pulse picking up, her lips forming silent pleads. “Come on, come on…”

Her planing almost didn't leave him any job until now. Angry crowds gathered around the fence, blocked surrounding streets, raised the tension to the point of no return. All Nik and his people are left to do is just to wait patiently, till civilians distract the security. But once it actually happens, he feels his heart rushing. He can finally break in, take place in the game, she tinkered so intricately. Nikolai takes one last look at the skyscraper darkening in the distance and smiles as he passes the fence and disappears into the shadows of the building.

“Eto dlya tebya. Smotri, moya khoroshaya.*”

***

She doesn't celebrate too early, when some footsteps echo in the back of the stairwell. It could be him, could be anyone else as well. While the sound is still far, she sits down on a chair facing the only entrance to the room and cocks the trigger. Her position is open, vulnerable - Price would kill her by himself if he has ever seen her like that. But at the end of this day, that seemed to last forever, she is powerless: her limbs are trembling, her mind is fogged. She was clearly not in the right condition to lead the operation.

Nikolai finds her clutching his jacket to her chest with one hand and holding the entrance to the room at gunpoint with the other. At this point she can't even sit straight and he feels sorry. He stops and lifts both hands.

“Eto ya, ne perezhivai.*” His voice makes her loudly exhale and slowly lower the gun. She bends over and buries her face in the heavy folds of his jacket for a few moments. His hand covers her back, careful enough to not touch the blisters formed on the scorched skin.

Nik gives her time to calm down and doesn't speak till she lifts her face once again to him. “Are we happy?” To have him back in one piece can already be counted as a success, but she needs to make sure, the mission is not failed this time.

“Oh, you don't have an idea…” Nikolai smiles enigmatically and hands her a folder. "You closed that jar of spiders and shook it so well that they began to rip off each other's heads. The main gift for the captain is on the way, and this is a small bonus. We'll give it to him personally."

She quickly looks through the folder and her eyes slowly widen. “Nik… Did you read it? Do you know what it means?..”

“M-hhm, the plot is fun, but overall style… not to my liking.” He says this with a completely deadpan face and sinks to the floor by her chair, quietly relieved that she, albeit silently, is laughing at his joke. “Anyway,” he adds, “What do you think: a red or a golden one?”

“W-what?” She stops reading and looks back at him, as he pulls out two dusty cheap plastic ribbons tied in bows: one red and the other - golden. “Wanna bring Price that fancy gift? Might as well pack it.” She looks from the ribbons, he put in her free hand, to his face. “Considering the specifics of our team… red would be somewhat vulgar, Nikolai.” He closes eyes, leans his forehead against her knee and his shoulders shake with muttered laughter. “You have a point there, little one. God, it reminded me of an old dumb joke, they've told us back when I've worked in Copenhagen.” Nik cuts himself off, understanding, that she probably won't find it as funny, but she encourages him to go on. “Ok, so, a tourist from the USA walks down the street in Moscow. He looks around and doesn't notice a huge hole right on his path. Naturally, he falls down. A policeman pulls him out and the tourist asks why they didn’t surround the pit with a red tape, or at least didn’t mark it with little flags. The policeman answers him: ‘Comrade, when did you cross the border of the Soviet Union - did you see those freaking huge red flags?’”

For some time she just sits there and watches him, but after a few very long moments, she leans down, cups his face smeared with dust and speaks deeply serious. “This is the worst joke, please never tell it to anybody.” And before he finds the right words to answer her - she busts out laughing, hugging him tightly. There is so much in her embrace: highly-strung nerves, hidden pain and sorrow, untold fears - so many things, one shouldn't contain in an embrace. But Nik doesn't mind it at all as long as it makes her burden bearable: in fact, he is happy to be there for her.

*Prosti. (Russian) - Forgive me, please.

*Eto dlya tebya. Smotri, moya khoroshaya. (Russian) - This is for you. Look, my dear.

*Eto ya, ne perezhivai. (Russian) - Don't worry, it's me.

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Hiya! May I request sick Chuuya and the flags take care of him?

ANON !!! I FINALLY GOT A GOOD BIT INTO STORMBRINGER...i got WAYYY too attached oh my god i love them all so much. i hope you like this fic i had fun writing it!!!

just a dream || chuuya + the flags sickfic (+ skk)

ao3! 5k words, sickfic, stormbringer light novel spoilers - please refer to the link for additional tags!

"I'm comin' in. Hide your girlfriends."

Chuuya groans, holding a pillow over his head. It's far too early in the morning for this. The morning light hasn't even fully flooded his room yet. He’s not entirely sure how Albatross got into his apartment to begin with, but either way, he wasn’t invited.

"Or boyfriends! I don't discriminate. You know, me and D-"

"Stop! Stop, I don't wanna know," Chuuya exclaims, loud enough to drown out the rest of Albatross's sentence in case he decided to keep going. He had plans with Albatross this morning, he thinks. Something work-related that he can't quite place right now. But they were supposed to meet at work.

Chuuya got up at some point in the middle of the night to throw up. He hardly remembers it at all, but he just barely made it to the toilet. He remembers making a few texts about not being able to come into work this morning, and one of those texts apparently went to Albatross.

"Wake up! A hangover never stopped any of us," Albatross exclaims proudly, his voice suddenly sounding much closer. Chuuya's arms are weak, he doesn't have the energy to hold the pillow over his head, and he doesn't care enough to use his ability. Albatross takes the pillow and uncovers him, and clicks his tongue at the sight. "Oh, shit, kid. You really did it this time, huh?"

"I'm not hungover," Chuuya groans, reaching an arm back out for the pillow. Albatross hands it back, but only lets him tuck it against his chest. Chuuya holds it close to him with a weak groan.

"Could'a fooled me," Albatross jokes.

"I'm serious," Chuuya grumbles, letting his eyes travel up to Albatross's face. "It's - a cold, or something."

Albatross still looks suspicious, landing a hand on his hip. He leans forward and reaches for Chuuya's forehead with his free hand.

"Sheesh, kid. You're really runnin' a fever there," he says with a click of his tongue. He pushes his sunglasses up to the top of his head, giving Chuuya a rare glimpse at his eyes. He really wishes he’s put them back on. He doesn’t like how concerned he looks. "How long you been feelin' sick for, huh?"

"Just…just since last night," Chuuya murmurs, dropping his gaze. He doesn't see the point in lying to him. He doesn't even really remember feeling sick the night before, it really only hit him that time he woke up.

"You stayin' home today?" Albatross asks.

"Uh-huh," Chuuya murmurs. He only looks at him for a second but he can't handle the worry on his face. It doesn't look right. He's never seen him make that face. "Told everyone I needed to already."

"Good. Cause it'd be crap to work when you don't feel good," Albatross says, sounding relieved. "I'll call Doc for ya. I'm sure -"

"No, please - please don't," Chuuya murmurs. "Don't tell anyone."

Albatross tilts his head.

"I just…it's not a big deal. I'll be fine tomorrow," Chuuya huffs, turning his face into his pillow. He hopes Albatross will just leave Chuuya to sleep this off, but he's not sure he'll get too lucky this time. His body betrays him and forces out a few coughs that are muffled by the pillow. He can’t tell if that’s part of his illness or if he’s just starting to feel nauseous again.

"Alright, alright. I've gotta call someone if you don't get better, though, got it?" Albatross tells him. “Lemme get you some water. You gotta stay hydrated, kid.”

Albatross disappears from Chuuya’s bedroom, and Chuuya groans into his pillow before he turns his body around, facing away from the door.

He hears Albatross talking to himself in Chuuya’s kitchen, which isn’t unusual at all for him - the guy has a hard time keeping things to himself, no matter the content. Chuuya thinks he hears his name at some point, but now that he’s starting to wake up some more, he’s starting to feel nauseous again.

The saliva starts to pool in his mouth and he groans at the feeling, starting to panic just a bit. He doesn’t want Albatross to see him throw up. He doesn’t want anyone to see him sick at all, it’s humiliating enough as it is, but this would just make things so much worse.

He's swallowing saliva, something he can’t do much longer because he feels his stomach pushing up and trying to get something up his esophagus. He knows he's going to throw up, but he can't move. He's so sore and achy. He tries to force himself to sit up, but he can hardly keep himself propped up with his weak and shaky arms.

Chuuya's stomach lurches without time for him to better prepare and he feels something splash into the back of his throat. He gags, hard, all the muscles in his abdomen contracting to bring something up, a thin stream of pale, digested contents from his stomach. He groans, his free arm wrapped tight around his middle, eyes screwed shut. It hurts.

“Shit, Chuuya…” he hears from behind him. His stomach twists and he starts to breathe heavy, hoping that getting more air in will somehow quell his nausea, but it only makes it worst. He’s just a billion times more anxious now with someone watching him and now he can’t get anything else up. He wants to cry, but he can’t imagine doing that while he’s already puking.

"Just get it up, kid. Sheets are super easy to clean," he feels the mattress shift as Albatross climbs on next to him with a gentle hand on his back. "Don't breathe so hard. Breathe gentle and it'll come up."

He tries, he really does, taking deep, calculated breaths through his mouth, trying to not focus on the fact that he’s not alone right now. Just a few breaths later, a wave of Chuuya's partially undigested dinner comes pouring out of his mouth. Chuuya coughs and gags through it, eyes screwed shut.

“There ya go,” Albatross says.

He leans over the puddle that’s started to pool in his sheets, hoping that anything else will make an appearance quickly so he doesn’t have to struggle much longer. He burps a few times in some effort to get more up, and one particularly wet belch brings up another wave of pale vomit, followed by a pained whimper.

From there, his stomach calms down just a bit. He still feels nauseous, but not enough to puke again, at least for the time being. He doesn’t remember it hurting this much last night, but maybe he’s already sore from that incident.

He groans, wishing he could just melt into the mattress and disappear. He really doesn’t feel good. He’s glad his fevered middle-of-the-night brain made the right call and decided to not come to work.

"You're gonna have to let me call somebody to bring you some meds," Albatross says as he slides the soiled sheet off of Chuuya’s bed, clearing him to lie back down. "I don't have nothin’ and I doubt you do either."

"Fine," he murmurs quietly, curling in on himself and taking that same pillow from before to hold against his aching stomach. The pressure does help a little bit.

“You got extra comforters anywhere?” Albatross asks, and Chuuya barely manages to lift up an arm to point toward a closet at the corner of the room, where Albatross wastes no time in finding something to cover Chuuya with. He feels a shiver take over his body even after Albatross lays the comforter over him. The last thing he needs is to deal with the chills.

Evidently, though, throwing up tired him out so much that he starts to fall asleep before he can further agonize about his situation.

…

"Special delivery!" Chuuya hears. He doesn’t pay much attention to who it could be at first, but it’s not Albatross. It’s further away, far from his bedroom door. He groans, wishing he had stayed asleep.

It's Pianoman's voice, he thinks. He starts to tense up at the realization that someone else is here now, and his stomach starts to cramp again. He's gotten used to Albatross seeing him ill, but now he's going to have to be okay with others, too.

He decides his best course of action is to pretend to be asleep, not that it will be too difficult. He’s starting to realize he feels worse than before. His stomach hurts from the nausea but the soreness too, and his head swims and spins at the slightest movement.

He hears their footsteps come closer. There’s a third set, too, so it’s not just Pianoman. He curls up tighter in the center of his bed with a pained groan, tucking his face back under a pillow. Go home, he wants to tell them. He’s fine. He just needs to sleep it off. He doesn’t want anyone’s help.

"I think he's asleep. I'll give it to him when he wakes up," Albatross says quietly right outside the bedroom door, and Chuuya sighs in relief, thinking he’s avoided a crisis for now.

He wonders what time it is. It seems Albatross has pulled down the blinds, so any sunlight to tell him the time of day is blocked out. He’s tempted to get up and see, or at least reach over to grab his cell phone, but he really doesn’t even have the energy to do that.

He lies still for a few moments, but with the way his stomach is turning, he’s not sure if he’ll be able to fall asleep any time soon. He’s hungry, but too nauseous to even think about food. That’s the worst kind of feeling.

"Hey. I know you're awake, Chuuya," Pianoman says, his voice suddenly beyond Chuuya’s bedroom door. His voice is gentle, not accusatory, so Chuuya doesn’t feel as anxious - but he still doesn’t want anyone to see him. "I think it'd be better if you took this medicine sooner rather than later with how you're feeling."

Chuuya doesn’t move. Maybe he can trick Pianoman, but he quickly realizes that’s a foolish thought. He couldn’t ever trick Pianoman.

He hears a plastic bag rustle, and Pianoman sits on Chuuya’s king mattress. “I have some nausea medicine for you too. Albatross told me your stomach’s been bothering you.”

Chuuya doesn’t like that Pianoman knows about that, but at this point, he would rather get his nausea under control than worry about his image. He begrudgingly turns over so that Pianoman knows he’s not hiding anymore. When their eyes meet, he watches Pianoman’s brow furrow.

“I know I look like shit,” Chuuya mumbles, surprised at how hoarse his voice sounds. He hasn’t been coughing all that much.

“I wonder how you caught this,” Pianoman says, taking three medicine bottles out and setting them down on Chuuya’s nightstand, along with two cups of water that he apparently brought with him. “Two of these are liquid, sorry. But they tend to work better, I’ve noticed.”

Chuuya doesn’t care much, as long as they’ll help. He forces himself up, and Pianoman reaches out an arm to help him - the touch makes Chuuya freeze up. “Relax. I’m just trying to help.”

Chuuya groans and lets him. Pianoman props up a few of his pillows at the headrest and helps Chuuya lean against that, that way he’s sitting up but still comfortable, and he’s grateful for Pianoman’s thoughtfulness, but he keeps his eyes low. He’s hoping that avoiding eye contact will make him forget about this faster.

“I feel like this one always gives me awful nightmares,” Pianoman says with a huff as he hands Chuuya a cup of medicine, which he takes like a shot with no issue. The taste is artificial fruit and bitter, but if he imagines it’s more like alcohol, it’s not as unbearable. "Do you get nightmares?"

"No," Chuuya murmurs. "I don't dream at all."

"I thought I heard you say that before. Might be a good thing, then. A lot of people get bad nightmares when they have fevers like you do, even without medicine," Pianoman says. "Lippmann does."

That seems like an intimate detail to know about someone, especially to share with others, but he doesn't say anything.

“We’ve all seen each other sick. You don’t need to hide from us,” Pianoman assures him. Chuuya realizes that’s the point he was trying to make, but he still can’t meet his gaze. He just takes the next cup of medicine and downs it, but this time, his stomach twists. This one tastes much worse. He thinks this one might make him vomit even if he wasn’t ill. He presses a hand up to his mouth and Pianoman is quick enough to recognize the situation - he’s holding a trash bin under Chuuya’s chin, allowing him to choke up the medicine he just swallowed, that never had a chance of staying down at all.

His stomach still tries to get more up, even though he’s sure that the only thing left in his system was the medicine he just swallowed. The way his abdominal muscles squeeze together against his sore stomach hurts so much he can hardly take it. He’s ashamed. He’s dealt with injuries far worse than a little stomachache, but this hurts so bad that tears prick at his eyes.

"It's okay. I know it hurts," he tells him gently, tucking Chuuya’s hair behind his ears as it threatens to get caught in the saliva that’s starting to form strings from his mouth. "You don't have to hold back your tears for any of us, Chuuya."

“But, I…” he starts, cut off by a pained groan. He spits up the salvia that’s gathered in his mouth.

“I know. Your whole body’s sensitive right now ‘cause of that fever you’re running. And throwing up with nothing in your stomach hurts. Trust me, I know,” Pianoman tells him. “I don’t blame you at all.”

Chuuya lets his tears fall, and he whimpers from the pain he’s in.

He seems to only get worse from there. He doesn’t have enough energy to hold himself up properly anymore, even with the propped-up pillows, so once he thinks he’s done gagging, Pianoman helps him lie back down. He can’t stop his tears, they darken spots on his pillow. He feels so sick. He wishes he could just fall asleep again. He doesn’t want anyone to see him.

He quickly finds out Lippman was the third person who entered his apartment, and the concern taking over his face as soon as he sees Chuuya from the doorway is too much for him to handle. He can’t imagine how awful he must look, especially now that he’s been crying. He’s so pathetic.

“Albatross, that’s far too wet to put on his forehead. You need to wring some of that water out,” he hears Lippmann say after Chuuya stuffs his face back into a pillow to avoid being seen. “Here, let me see it.”

“Always stealin’ my thunder, huh, Lippmann…” Albatross says, clicking his tongue.

“This isn’t thunder. This is a monsoon,” he says, supposedly waving the soaked cloth around.

Soon enough, he feels a hand gently turn his head so he’s looking at the ceiling, and Lippmann lays a cool, folded washcloth over Chuuya’s forehead. It feels incredible. For just a second, he feels like he’s cured, but of course, it’s never that easy. He lets his eyes fall shut and tries to take the opportunity to relax.

Lippmann smooths down Chuuya's hair, something he would normally be greatly opposed to but it feels nice. Lippmann's hands are always ice cold. He thinks Lippmann is sitting beside him on the bed, which for some reason, he’s not opposed to. He’s trying to relax. Every breath makes him more sore. He groans from the pain and turns his head to the side, only to be turned back up by Lippmann.

"I called Doc. He should be on his way soon," Pianoman says as he enters the room. Chuuya didn’t even realize he was gone. "Definitely wouldn't hurt to get some IV fluids in you. I'm sure you're dehydrated."

"Poor thing," Lippman says with a sigh, a hand of his on Chuuya’s clammy cheek. "Let me see a thermometer, Piano. He feels much warmer."

“I couldn’t find one earlier,” Pianoman says. “I told Albatross to go look at his place. Let me go make sure he still remembers what I asked him to do.”

Pianoman disappears again too, but Lippmann stays, still smoothing down Chuuya’s hair. He tries to shift himself onto his side to get more comfortable, and he realizes just how much sweat is covering his body. The hair framing his face feels like it’s stuck to his skin.

Chuuya hears his phone buzz in the nightstand. It’s a buzz different from the normal notifications, because it’s Dazai. That son of a bitch gets his own special one.

“Lippmann?” Chuuya croaks, his eyes barely about to make it up to his face. “Can you…can you hand me my phone?”

“Of course. In the nightstand here?” Lippmann confirms and Chuuya manages a nod. He gently hands him the phone.

Chuuya’s eyes take a few seconds longer than normal to adjust to its brightness, and Lippmann briefly leans over to turn it down for him while he’s still getting used to it. He groans when he sees the message on the screen, and he replies almost right away without thinking much of it.

He sees Dazai open the message, but to his surprise, he doesn’t get a reply. He groans. Why on earth would Dazai message him anyway? Why does it matter to him where he is?

“Is this the Boss’s kid you’re texting?” Lippmann asks, his head tilted. Lippmann knows that Dazai isn’t actually Mori’s son, but that's what the Flags call Dazai.

Chuuya just groans and nods. He closes his phone for a moment. Half of him just wants to block Dazai’s number, even though in his defense, he’s just asking a rather innocent question.

“I saw him very early this morning on my way to meet with the Boss. He asked me where you were. That was before Albatross called us,” Lippmann says. “It doesn’t hurt to tell him. Maybe that way he won’t bother you, if that’s what you want.”

Chuuya huffs. He’s not sure how he feels about Lippmann’s claim that Dazai would ask where he is. Would he even really care? Chuuya doesn’t think so, but it’s strange that Dazai would ask Lippmann that, and even directly text Chuuya on top of it.

He groans again, long and annoyed, before he opens his phone to send another message.

He lets his phone slip from his hands, and Lippmann takes it and puts it back in the drawer for him - and it’s not long until he hears the others come back too.

Chuuya really doesn’t feel well.

He can’t rely much on his senses at the moment. He feels himself cough every now and then, but it almost feels numb, like his body forces him to do it. The last thing he can clearly hear from any of them is his temperature - a hundred and three point one, only because Lippmann makes it a point to make sure Chuuya can hear him. Chuuya never measured his fever to begin with, but he know it wasn’t that high. That’s not good.

It feels as if he only shuts his eyes for a moment, but when he opens them again, Doc has entered his field of vision. It looks like he’s talking to someone else, but he can't hear anything.

He feels someone tugging on his arm, and another smoothing down his hair. He’s not entirely sure what’s going on. He feels his chest tighten up and he wants to get away. His body tenses up and he’s waiting for Doc to leave an opening for Chuuya to get away, but he doesn’t. He turns his head and makes eye contact with Chuuya, and smiles. Doc kind of has a creepy smile, and it’s difficult to tell if it’s genuine most of the time, but Chuuya finds this one reassuring. He relaxes.

No one here is going to hurt him. He’s safe with them.

…

When Chuuya wakes up again, he feels like a new person.

His ears feel clear. He can hear the mattress when he shifts his weight, something he would never imagine being grateful to hear. He hears someone else breathing, and somehow, he has the energy to push himself up.

Doc is leaned against the wall in a chair from Chuuya’s kitchen. Reading from some impossibly large textbook that Chuuya almost thinks must be too heavy for his frail arms, he doesn’t notice Chuuya’s movements, or he at least doesn’t acknowledge them.

Chuuya sneaks a hand into the drawer beside his nightstand to fish out his phone to check the time, and he sees a message from Dazai.

Chuuya wasn't expecting a sort-of-nice message from him. He almost thinks for a moment this isn’t really Dazai, but he’s distracted by movement from Doc.

“Heheh…good morning, Chuuya,” he says, lowering the textbook down to the floor. Chuuya knows it’s not really morning, now, his phone said something close to seven in the evening, but he wouldn’t be surprised if Doc was being serious. He doesn’t strike him as the kind of guy to have a good sleep schedule.

Doc stands up and drags the chair behind him over to Chuuya’s bedside, and Chuuya moves closer to the edge, assuming Doc’s intention is to check him over. Chuuya doesn’t want to make him stand, he knows he can’t do that for very long. Chuuya’s eyes follow Doc’s IV line up to a pole that’s standing beside Chuuya’s bed, with an extra bag of fluids on a line extending down to Chuuya’s forearm.

“We’re matching,” Doc says with his usual off-putting smile, meeting Chuuya’s gaze. Chuuya’s never asked him why he always has that thing, but maybe he’s more content with not knowing.

“Guess that thing’s kinda handy,” Chuuya says as he lays back. His voice is still pretty hoarse. He tries to clear it, and Doc offers him a glass of water that’s been on his nightstand. He starts to wonder where the others have run off to, and the door opens, revealing the missing Flag.

"You look a little better now," Iceman says to him as he walks over. Doc doesn’t turn his head, so Chuuya assumes he’s known that Iceman has been here. "Compared to what I saw when I got here."

"Where is everyone?" Chuuya asks before Doc slides a thermometer under his tongue.

"Passed out in your living room,” Iceman says bluntly.

“Albatross sent us all a photo of Lippmann and Pianoman sleeping together, heh,” Doc recalls with an amused grin before he takes the thermometer back.

“In my apartment? Ew,” Chuuya groans. “What’s it say?”

Doc had already laid the thermometer down on the table, and he leans over to refer back to it to answer Chuuya’s question. “One hundred point seven. Much better than earlier.”

Chuuya’s relieved to hear that. He was really worrying this was something he was going to be suffering from all weak, but Doc seems to have worked his magic on him. Chuuya wished he had given in to calling him over sooner.

“We already notified everyone who needed to know that you’ll be off tomorrow, too.” Iceman tells him, wandering over to the window to open up the blinds and let some of the evening light in. Another one had already been opened up.

“Tomorrow? No way, I’ll be fine by then,” Chuuya grumbles, looking over to Doc for backup.

“I don’t recommend it. Unless you’re fond of fainting on the job,” Doc says, shrugging his shoulders.

“Just one extra day to get your energy back. You’ll live,” Iceman says. “You should take any days off you can get, Chuuya. Take it from us.”

Maybe if they’re all here, it won’t be so bad.

“I’m putting an injection into your fluid line here…might make you tired…” Doc says, pushing a syringe full of a clear substance into the line, and Chuuya feels the effects almost right away.

“Just don’t go anywhere…” Chuuya murmurs as his eyes start to fall shut. His mouth betrayed him by admitting thoughts he didn’t want to share with the room, but he sees faint smiles from both of them before he loses his battle with the drowsiness.

…

"You finally up?"

Chuuya wasn't expecting to hear Dazai's voice.

He forces himself to sit up, and he's in a different bedroom. He’s done so far too quickly, it seems, because his head swims and tilts his world sideways so much that he nearly faints, but he forces himself to stay upright on the bed.

Dazai is standing right at the end of it. He looks perplexed, and Chuuya can’t figure out why, but Chuuya’s even more confused. Dazai looks different. His eyes don't look so dark. He looks taller, somehow. He’s not wearing his usual getup. He’s wearing a bolo tie. Why the hell is he wearing a bolo tie?

"Where's…" Chuuya murmurs. He can’t quite remember what he was going to say.

"Where's who? It's just me here," Dazai says, the confusion in his eyes only deepening as he makes his way over to the side of the bed.

Chuuya's stomach drops. He doesn't understand what's going on.

"Hey, hey. What are you so worked up about?" Dazai asks him, and the tiny hint of concern in his nonchalant attitude is freaking him out. Dazai hadn’t texted him that he was coming over. Why is he here? Why would he show up?

"I was just…I just, um…" Chuuya starts mumbling as he scrambles to get to the edge of the bed he’s on, "they were all here. You were at…they…"

"Bad dream?" Dazai says, a hesitant hand reaching out towards Chuuya’s. That’s not like him. Why is he so confused?

"What…?" Chuuya starts, just then registering Dazai’s words. That's not possible. Chuuya doesn't dream. He's never had a dream. Chuuya swings his legs over the edge of the bed and stands up despite his head’s protests, and he’s relieved to see Doc’s face, back where he was, leaned against the wall.

But he hears blood dripping.

And when he lowers his gaze, just a bit, it seems his brain omitted the fact that the lower half of Doc’s body is missing. There’s nothing below his torso, nothing but a growing pool of blood.

Chuuya screams.

…

"You blacked out on me again," Dazai says. His voice is gentle, as Chuuya wakes up again, once again in a different room. It feels more familiar this time. He’s in a living room, and he thinks it’s his. “Your fever’s worse. I took you out here, it’s kinda warm in your bedroom.”

"Sorry," he mumbles. He can't muster up energy for much else. His body aches. He looks for any signs of the Flags. The IV pole. Lippmann’s hand on his forehead. The medication Pianoman brought home for him. None of it is there.

Was any of that real? Was he hallucinating? It’s happened before, when he gets high fevers, but this one felt so real. It was almost like he just experienced it, in real life, and then suddenly he fell asleep for several years - and now he’s back in the present.

Was it a dream?

"I wanna go ride," Chuuya murmurs. Dazai’s hand is on his cheek. He pulls it away and sits back on the coffee table, that same look of confusion taking over his face again.

"Your bike?" Dazai asks.

"Uh-huh," he says.

"No-can-do, buddy. You can barely stand up," Dazai reminds him with a half-smile, hints of concern still visible.

Chuuya’s head turns in his direction. His chest feels tight. "'S not my bike."

Dazai still looks confused. "Yeah?"

"'S Albatross's bike," Chuuya barely manages. He still feels his cold hand in his. He knows they’re all dead, it’s beyond him why he thought just a few moments ago that they were all still in his apartment. It takes everything in Chuuya to keep himself together.

"I know, Chuuya." Dazai murmurs, his expression falling. “What’s up with you today?”

Chuuya’s eyes start to flood with tears, only furthering Dazai’s concern. He kneels beside the couch and Chuuya tries to sit himself up, only melting into Dazai’s arms in his attempt to get up. Everything hurts. He doesn’t know why he’s so overcome with emotion. Maybe he’s just sensitive right now because of his apparent illness, but the feelings he holds are real.

Dazai’s trying to comfort him, but Chuuya can’t hear his words. He holds him close. It’s incredibly rare for him to be so sympathetic. He must know something isn’t quite right with Chuuya right now.

If it really was a dream, he wants nothing more than to go back.

…

“We can go visit their graves when you feel better. If you want to,” Dazai offers, sort of out of nowhere. Chuuya’s been silently curled up in his bed for a few hours. Dazai offering him water and bites of food he can hardly stomach every now and then, making sure he takes medication.

“It’s raining,” Chuuya murmurs. He’s mindlessly scrolling through old messages from his friends, on a cellphone he hasn’t touched since they were killed. His heart hurts. He doesn’t have the will to get up.

“Hopefully it stops once you’re up for it,” Dazai says, reaching forward to brush some of Chuuya’s unruly bangs from his eyes.

Chuuya sees a rare photo in their message thread. A picture of Lippmann and Pianoman sleeping together on his old couch from an apartment he used to live in, followed by them in the same position, but this time, in selfie form courtesy of Albatross. It’s a photo that feels familiar, but he can’t remember why. Maybe they were drunk. Maybe he never came across this photo until now. But for some reason, it’s comforting to see.

“Yeah,” Chuuya mumbles, his eyes floating up to Dazai. “Let’s go.”

“Alright. Just let me know whenever you’re up for it,” Dazai tells him.

Chuuya’s still staring at the photo.

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autobot2001 · 2 months

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I'll Take Care of You

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None pairing: Drift X Jamie (OC) Description: Drift taking care of Jamie who has a cold.

@theocxcanonweek day 4; caring for one another

With Crosshairs, Lightning, and the terror twins on a mission, Drift and Jamie are staying at their friends Cade and Vivian’s house in Texas. They dislike going unless invited. Drift didn’t expect Vivian to propose staying at the house while the others went on the mission.

After three great days, Jamie woke up unwell this morning. Drift watches her try to get warm under the blankets. He already knows Jamie has a terrible cold yet again. “Twice this winter,” he jokes. “Shut up.” “I’m going to get the thermometer.” Jamie knows Drift worries she might have the flu. They came from the N.E.S.T. base in DC. Whether Jamie has a cold or the flu, the two know she got it from a soldier. Unless there’s an Autobot who’s waking up feeling sick today and might not pleased Ratchet programmed the holoforms to allow Autobots to get sick.

“As I thought, a terrible cold again with a 102° fever. I want you to eat before I give you medicine. I’ll go make toast.”

Drift knew the silver human-sized Cybertronian, Cogman would insist on making the soup Drift does when Jamie is sick. “I don’t care if I’m overreacting, but making the soup takes a while and I don’t think we should leave Jamie alone for long, even if she is sick,” Cogman argues. Drift understands how worried Cogman is about Jamie, everyone is. Drift knows he’d be worrying about leaving Jamie alone if he was making the soup. Drift makes tea and breakfast.

Drift does his best to make Jamie comfortable while sitting up to eat breakfast. He kept it simple. Making one bowl of scrambled eggs and three pieces of toast. Knowing getting Jamie to eat one piece and some eggs will be difficult. With the focus on getting Jamie to eat, Drift feeds Jamie eggs. Relieved she’s not pushing his hand away until he gets a few forkfuls of egg in her mouth. “Ok, that should be enough.” Drift gets the cold medicine and gives it to Jamie before finishing the eggs and three pieces of toast. Jamie gets comfortable to go back to sleep, which results in Drift looking at her back. Drift would rather Jamie wasn’t sleeping on her right side in case she needed to throw up. Uncertain if she’d realize there’s a trash bin by the bed. He finishes his breakfast and moves the bin before taking care of the dishes. Jamie didn’t have any tea, so it’s a second cup for him.

Drift returns to the room, and retrieves the cup of tea. He sits on the rocking chair out on the balcony. He finds the view of the field leading to the woods relaxing along with the rocking chair.

Drift didn’t realize how long he had been sitting on the rocking chair until Jamie walked outside with a blanket wrapped around her. Indicating he had been outside for at least two hours. He finished the tea. Drift puts the cup on the floor and picks Jamie up. She coughs before leaning on Drift who lets Jamie stay outside here for a while. Even though Jamie will be asleep for most of the duration of her cold, Drift wishes Crosshairs wasn’t part of the mission, but he knows the team of Autobots needed Crosshairs’ skills as a sniper. He doubted Crosshairs’ skills as a paratrooper were needed, as the skill hasn’t been needed on Earth. Drift knows Crosshairs misses paratrooping. Drift suspects Jamie misses Crosshairs. The three are like a family — or as odd as it is, a family within a family with how close the Autobots and some humans are. He decides twenty minutes is enough outside time for Jamie. He knows Cogman will have a fire going in the living room. He carries Jamie downstairs to the living room.

Drift gets comfortable on the lounge part of the sectional with Jamie lying on him. Jamie feels the warmth of the fire and goes back to sleep. Drift turns on the TV, not looking to move Jamie off him. He knows it’s better to avoid him getting sick, but he’ll be careful to wash his hands. He knows Jamie would take care of him if she had to.

Jamie slept until four, which doesn’t concern Drift. He figured the medicine would have worn off, but he dislikes how awful Jamie feels. Getting her to eat soup is out of the question, but he worries about her throwing up if she doesn’t eat first. Jamie is coughing while trying to clear out her nose. Fearing Jamie’s potential vomiting, Cogman hastily grabs a nearby trash bin. He puts it by the sectional. Once she thinks she’s done coughing, Jamie lies back down under the blanket. “No,” she says, seeing Drift sitting on his knees by the sectional. Drift sighs and rubs Jamie’s back. He wants her to have some soup before giving her medicine, but it appears out of the question. He has an idea.

After eating some soup for dinner, Drift takes Jamie back upstairs to the bedroom.

He lies her on the bed but waits to cover her with the rest of the blankets. Then he retrieves the syringes full of hot chicken broth, but not too hot to consume from his subspace. Hoping to get Jamie to drink the two sixty milliliter syringes of broth. He figured this would be easier than a cup. He knows this isn’t much, but likely the best he’ll get Jamie to have. Drift gets the medicine ready to give after Jamie finishes with the broth. Jamie disapproves of Drift’s intentions. All she wants is the medicine and to sleep. Drift gets the pillows on the bed and positions them behind Jamie to sit her up. Jamie drinks the broth from the syringes. “Good, now you can have the medicine,” Drift praises. Jamie knows Drift wouldn’t refuse to give her medicine if she didn’t have the broth. Drift ensures Jamie is comfortable. With Jamie asleep, Drift cleans the syringes and cup and washes his hands. He checks Jamie’s temperature, still 102°. He knows it’s too soon for Jamie’s temperature to go down. He’s relieved it’s not going up. It’s bad enough Jamie has a seldom occurring fever when sick with a cold.

Drift gazes at the stars from the rocking chair for a while. He then showers and goes to sleep. He sleeps on Crosshairs’ bed as a precaution.

Drift watches Jamie before he gets out of bed. She stands next to the bed with his water bottle. Drift smiles, believing this is Jamie’s idea of taking care of him. At least while she’s still sick. He knows how unwell she feels now that the medication has worn off. Though Cogman might handle the cooking, Drift knows Jamie would take care of him. Drift gets out of bed to put Jamie back in bed. After taking Jamie’s temperature — which remains at 102° — Drift makes breakfast. Aware that Jamie won’t want to eat and the days will be a repeat of yesterday until Jamie gets over her cold. Drift doesn’t mind taking care of the femme he loves.

#transformers #transformers fanfiction #transformers autobots #transformers drift #bayverse drift #Jamie (OC)#oc b canon week #day 4 #taking care of one another #Drift X Jamie (OC)#Jamie has a cold

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eiacez · 2 years

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~ fluff, modern au

~ wc: 4.3k

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← How Sweet It Is | ← To Be Loved by You (part I)

Luffy not-so-softly barged in the room, regretting having done that out of wanting to see you. Thankfully, you didn’t move an inch from the noise, so he puffs an air out and closes the door quietly. Then fastly grabs the nearest chair beside the bed and sits on it, intently examining your condition. A frown graces his face—one that looks like a person hardly thinking—when he sees you’re pale and looking so tired and he thinks back to the day you two last saw each other.

You were more than okay that day? And if he wasn’t mistaken, only a day was missed by you two eating together, so now all quickly you’re sick? What happened?

He would have done the thing he did to Nami a while back, constantly tapping her face and squeezing it just to wake up. Noisily talking to the manager while she was passed out. He did that because he was worried, however now he won’t do that even if he’s worried too. This is you we are talking about and the last thing he wants to happen now is to prolong your agony, that wouldn’t be ideal as he wants to hang out with you soonest.

A level-headed action—that is by choosing to hold your hand—was he did while pouting. Luffy was becoming sad to see you in this sick state, not at all familiar with you being a gloom. Every time spent with you is always filled with laughter and lighthearted jokes. And every single one of them he always looks forward to and thinks of constantly. There was a moment when he would think of you acting the opposite of the usual way; he can’t even finish the thought because he thinks he can’t handle seeing you not cheerful.

“Hey, (Y/N), get well alreadyyy! I want us to eat together again and talk! Heyyyy!” He pouts at your face, whining and not knowing what more to do. He really wishes he could mess with you like he did with Nami, but he can’t.

“When you wake up and are better, I’ll have Sanji cook for us! All your favorites, mine too, and other foods you and I haven't tried yet!” He giggles for a second then he sees your face again, now with your lips slightly open. “So heal faster, (Y/N)...” he whines and frowns, lying his head beside your arm and now fully grasping your hand.

That whole day, you were passed out with little change of position and movements. Eventually, Luffy fell asleep when he laid his head down to stare at you. Beginnings of drool were on the sheets and someone opened the door to see the sight before them.

It was unusual to see you and Luffy sleeping together and all quiet. This was a new scene for Robin who was smiling and taking a discreet picture. She’ll show this to everyone tomorrow in the morning. Now at night, she was the first one to have a look at you, and she thinks that for the next following days of your stay here—a look out won’t be necessary at all. Robin already knows that Luffy will stay with you all the time, and that alone needs a lot of patience for a person like Luffy.

The second day of your sick stay, you stir awake with headache and dry throat, still having a high fever. Trying to move your hands that’s almost numb, your left hand feels warmer than normal. Slowly opening your eyes just to see a black hair beside you, you furrow your brows and blink heavily then experiment to squeeze your hand with another left hand on yours. Right as you focused your vision, you realize that Luffy was beside you sleeping with a drool prominently seeping out his open mouth.

It would’ve been gross if this were anyone, but this is Luffy we’re talking about so he gets a pass and shall be called adorable. You smile weakly at the man beside you, and your head aches more because of joy and the flutter of your heart.

Luffy woke up when you squeezed at his hand again, a second later he was jumping up to look at you awake. “(Y/N)! You’re awake! How are you?!” This man never holds back to his tone and while that was okay with you, it was not for today due to headache.

You try and grunt out of the throbbing feeling of your head. Why did you ever sleep at the office and go home when it was night the next day again? Not at all having a full sleep and proper place to sleep on?

You squeeze on Luffy’s hand again and he looks at both your hands then he realizes that his voice was too loud for your liking. “Oh! Sorry, (Y/N)! I’ll go call Chopper, okay? Wait here!” Not that you have anywhere else to go in this state.

Luffy dashes out the door and you hear him shout Chopper’s name loudly. What even is the time and was it okay for him to shout that loud?

After Chopper checked you and made you eat a little to drink medicine, Luffy and you were once again alone. He is now rocking in his chair quietly while anxiously looking at your seated self, eyes closed and a content small smile. Your head is still aching but better than when you woke up earlier, so now you have a little energy to talk with Luffy about whatever.

“Luffy, I’m sorry I didn’t come here the other day. My boss made us work the whole day in the office.” He stops rocking his chair and makes it nearer the bed, now smiling when he hears your voice, even if it was almost a whisper.

“That’s no problem! Nothing was interesting that day anyway, so I didn’t work.” Somehow, Luffy’s enthusiasm was 2 levels down compared to his 100 leveled one. Something in his mind made him not want to work and he felt that you weren’t even gonna swing by. And he was right for that.

“That so? Oh yeah I remember, Sabo and Ace are your brothers?” You open your eyes and look at him to see him have that expression with an o-shaped mouth, then he smiles again and nods.

“Yup! I used to live with them but we all went separate ways to work and live alone. So now I’m here, Sabo’s in the next city, and Ace is somewhere around the country. Maybe being an engineer?”

“Ohh. How come you didn’t mention that to me?”

“No reason. Ace, Sabo, and I don't often talk about each other. If we do, it would turn to nonstop talk about us.” He’s aware of that? “I don’t mind talking about them either. Where did you know that, (Y/N)?”

“Sabo and I are co-workers. Do you not know that he sometimes visits the office building?” You mindlessly fiddle with your hands to which Luffy notices.

“Really? He didn’t tell me anything, well that doesn’t matter. As long as he’s okay.” He lets out a little laugh and smiles with eyes closed, swiftly sliding his hand on the sheets to your hands on your stomach. That caught you off guard that’s why you stare at his still smiling face, processing what he just did. Although not expecting any physical contact after his hold on your hand earlier and yesterday, you welcome his hold on yours so you remove his hand that's clasping your two hands to hold his properly. Smiling when Luffy squeezes your hand and you close your eyes again and continue to talk.

“Your brother is a pain sometimes by the way. Especially when he goes and decides for his own without involving us.” Luffy laughs.

“That’s Sabo for you, alright! I think we are impulsive sometimes so sometimes we clash with decisions back when we lived all together.” Luffy rests his head on his arms that are on the bed, hand still in yours.

“Sometimes? I don’t think that’s the right word.” You mumble and chuckle with all you can. A knock on the door halts your conversation followed by a voice.

“Luffy, don’t tire (Y/N) so much. She needs to rest now,” Chopper reminds and the man beside you pouts again while raising his head. “Then later when she wakes up, (Y/N) needs to eat to drink medicine.”

Answering Chopper, Luffy was about to stand and let go though you tugged him back and shook your head. Then he smiled and settled again, hearing Chopper’s next words. “You need to take a bath, Luffy! You don’t want (Y/N) to share your germs, do you?” Luffy seemingly melts at the command from the doctor, not yet wanting to leave you just to take a bath. But if that would add to you feeling better or what, then he must do it.

“Alright, Chopper! I’ll be right there!”

“Don’t worry, Luffy. I won’t go anywhere and just sleep after you go. You can leave for as long as you like, I know you have activities to do. I’ll call if ever I need help, so go.” You squeeze at his hand and smile encouragingly.

“Okay, but I’ll be back quickly. I’ll just bring a game here and food!” With that, Luffy lets go and strides to the door. Right after, you lay down and sleep with a smile on your face.

Today was the third day of your sick stay. For the little time you had here, you woke to Luffy holding your hand again and sleeping beside you on the reclining chair he brought here. As you open your eyes, you smile when you feel Luffy stir and loosely hold your hand. The sunlight peeks out from the curtains on your left and you think that maybe it’s close to 8 AM.

A knock on the door then it opens and reveals Chopper, and Nami who gives a knowing smile by what she sees. The doctor makes a quick check on you and decides what you need to do. The fever is still there but your temperature has gone down near the average temperature. Luffy woke up when Nami poked at his head.

“Okay, (Y/N), this might be taxing for you but you need to take a lukewarm bath. Nami will bathe you so don’t worry–”

“What? No! I’ll bathe (Y/N)!–”

“Ha- no, Luffy! She might get uncomfortable!” Nami yells in his ear, “Plus, you don’t know how long you need to bathe her.”

“No, it’s either I bathe her or nothing at all.” Luffy crosses his arms and puffs out.

“That’s kinda selfish don’t you think?” Chopper scratches at his cheek, looking at Nami and Luffy back and forth. You giggle a little at the situation. Maybe it won't hurt to have Luffy bathe you.

“It’s okay, Nami, Chopper. Or Luffy can be there while I bathe–”

“No! There’s no in between at all,” Luffy shakes his head. The three of you look at each other, the other two sighing and face palming.

That’s what got you here in the bathroom with Luffy shampooing your hair and occasionally massaging your scalp. He was unbelievably good at massaging and you thoroughly enjoy this while you lather your body with soap. Your body is covered by the bathtub’s water with bubbles so it was no problem for him seeing your nude self.

“Hey, (Y/N), I can make bubble figures on your hair,” he giggles, “I can do a shark’s fin, you know!”

“I don’t think that’s possible, Luffy.” You smile weakly, beginning to feel tiredness already.

“If you don’t have enough bubbles! But if–”

“Luffy, I told you to hurry! (Y/N)’s fever will go up again!”

“Okay, sorry!” Luffy grabs the shower head and rinses off the shampoo. You feel for the tub’s plug on the strainer and pull it, not at all minding if Luffy will see you naked. As he rinses off the soap, you try to stand and Luffy was quick to aid you, chuckling when you held tight on his arms.

“I’m sorry…” you weakly say and slump your whole body on him now that all the suds have been rinsed off.

“Hey, Nami! Can you come here and get the towel!” That was really more of a command than a request. Luffy grins and holds you up properly, your back against his front; one arm was wounded around your waist and his other is making your legs go over the tub. As he does that, Nami wraps your body with the towel and dries you up. After all that and you were wrapped with two towels, Luffy lifts you and carries you bridal style on the way to the infirmary again. There, you were clothed by Nami and mostly Luffy.

For Nami, seeing Luffy doing all the work was very rare and quite a sight to see. He’s definitely got it bad by now and if this won’t trigger a relationship afterwards, then Nami will surely set you two up and encourage whatever’s going on between you and him. She was happy that they decided for Luffy to work in the café—for the meantime—too when he moved in with them. This situation makes Nami consider having Luffy work full time now.

Successfully bathing and clothing you, Chopper brings in yours and Luffy’s food. He reminded Luffy to make you drink medicine afterwards and sleep again. The latter didn’t pout this time at Chopper’s command and just happily ate with you again. He was really delighted to eat with you again, not that he didn’t eat with you yesterday.

After eating and drinking, you lay down and turn on your side to face Luffy.

“Thank you, Luffy. You didn’t have to and sorry for–”

“That’s no problem at all, (Y/N)! I’m happy to always be by your side!” He giggles.

“Still, this has restricted you from working and doing other stuff.” You reach for his hand and grasp it.

“They don’t mind me not working, plus it’s less of a task for them to look after you everyday. So that adds help to them!” He fiddles with your fingers. You sigh and close your eyes, starting to feel sleep take over.

“Hey, (Y/N)?” You hum quietly at him. He scoots his face closer to yours and stares at you intently. “Would you like to live here with me?” A hitch in your breath and you open your eyes again, met with a face full of hope.

“Huh? Isn’t that too fast..?” The both of you stare at each other’s eyes while your thumb slides over his skin languidly, “I mean, we barely have a name to ourselves?” You whisper and lift the corner of your lips slightly. He giggles and nuzzles his face with yours.

“Weeell, I’ve seen you naked, can that count?” If it weren’t for your fever you would have smacked his head. Why is he this blunt? You shake your head with a snort.

“Luffy, we’re barely lovers and together for such a long time–”

“Okay and? Usopp and Kaya got together after two months.” Luffy pulled back with his lower lip jutted out as if he was questioning.

“That’s different, we haven’t reached our first month together yet. And maybe those two have been friends before.”

“Ah! I forgot to tell you first that I like you!”

Blinking at him for seconds, you snorted then laughed fully. He grinned at that and laughed along with you. A headache forms and you forcefully stop laughing, not wanting to worsen your condition again.

“Oh Luffy.”

Fourth day and you’re feeling better than ever when you woke up. Though this time, something was missing and you feel your heart sink when you look to the side yet there was no trace of someone being there, the reclining chair was gone and a certain straw hat man is nowhere to be seen. You sat up and felt yourself, you weren’t that hot with fever anymore so it must be good to stand and get out of this infirmary now. Before you do, a voice almost startles you and you look by the window to see your friend looking outside.

“How are you feeling, (Y/N)?” Robin turned around and gave a small smile.

“I’m better, Robin. Thank you for letting me stay here.”

“It’s no problem really. Are you better off walking around again? We have breakfast prepared by Sanji.”

“Yeah, I can manage now.”

The two of you walk down the hallways to the common room. You were wondering where Luffy is and it seems like Robin is sensing what’s on your mind.

“I switched up with Luffy because Usopp said they need to go out to buy stuff. Luffy would have woken you and told you but I said not to.”

“Oh.. that makes sense. Thank you.”

“Have you two talk things out?’

“About that.. well…–”

“Good morning, Robin and (Y/N)! Just in time for breakfast!” As you two enter the common room, Sanji greets you two. Almost everyone is present except for Luffy and Usopp. You all went and ate breakfast without waiting for them. Zoro mentioned that the other two will eat when it’s time for lunch. You still haven’t known where they went but you shrugged it away.

“I suggest you just need to rest until night comes then you’re good to go home, (Y/N). If ever the fever goes back, you can call Robin for me to come and help you.” Chopper was seated beside you and he felt for your forehead and neck.

“Thanks a lot you guys. You didn’t have to but you did.” You smiled at them and nodded. They reciprocated your smile then continued to eat.

After breakfast and lunch, you sleep the remaining hours away and decide to just shower when you get home. Lunch time yet Luffy wasn’t present at all. Only Usopp came back and said that Luffy went somewhere where Ace and Sabo are possibly in. A reunion, you guess.

You woke to Chopper doing something in the infirmary and you saw your clothes all neat and washed on the foot of the bed. Grabbing it, Chopper turned around and smiled then proceeded back to his desk. You slip outside and into the bathroom down the hall to change clothes. The condition your body was in was now back to normal and you were really thankful for Chopper and the others for taking care of you. Especially Luffy whom you have yet to see before you go.

When you came back to the infirmary to thank Chopper again and drop by the clothes borrowed for you, he gave you advice and smiled. Walking down the hallway to the common room, you hear voices and laughter so you hurried to bid goodbye to the people in there.

“Going home now, (Y/N)?” Franky asked.

“Yeah, I should get going. And again, thank you for taking care of me.” You smiled. Nami went near you to accompany you down and out. The others said their welcomes and goodbyes, looking forward to seeing you in the café again.

“Are you sure you don’t want anyone from us to get you home?” Nami asked for the second time and you shook your head.

“No, thanks, Nami. You’ve all done enough for me!” You giggled and walked out the café door. It was still the usual in the café, not too much and less customers dined. Turning around to wave goodbye, the sunset hues in the clouds colors your whole body. The redhead closed the glass doors and scolded Sanji for hitting on a woman who’s clearly uncomfortable and weirded out.

As you walk down the familiar path, you look up at the sky suddenly remembering that you didn’t tell any of your co-workers that you were sick. A smack to your own forehead and you click your tongue, smirking when you realize Dragon must be pissed with you. Well, maybe.

All happened too quickly when you were tackled into a hug and had almost fallen down the ground. A giggle erupts and apologies were said by the person responsible for doing that to you.

“(Y/N)! You’re better now!” Luffy lets go of your body momentarily for you to turn and face him, then he’s hugging you by the waist this time with one arm. The other fixing his straw hat and now on the way to run through your hair. “But where are you going?”

“Luffy! You’re back!” Of course your mood became ten times higher now that you saw Luffy again. With a wide grin, you place a hand on his shoulder and giggle. “What do you mean? I’m going home.”

“What? I thought I invited you to live with me?” He tilts his head, beginning to pout.

You chuckle at him, “No, you did not! You just asked me if I would like to live with you!”

Unbeknownst to the two of you, people passing by were looking at you two and they whisper and giggle at the scene. It was definitely cute.

“Is that so? Then what’s your answer? Come on!” He whines and sways your bodies slightly side to side.

“It’s a no, Luffy,” you giggle to his pouty expression, “I like to but it feels wrong in a way, y’know?”

“Pleeeaasee? Let’s try for a day then–”

“Hey, you lovebirds! Come in here! You’re attracting unwanted attention to yourselves!” Nami shouts from the distance where the café is at. Although that didn’t make you both budge from your place, not really paying attention to Nami who’s now beginning to feel neglected.

“–and then we’ll know by then if you want to. Please, (Y/N)?”

“But we still haven't a name for us, to this..?” You gesture to yourself and Luffy’s back and forth.

“I already told you I like you though? Oh right, how about you?”

It was the moment you’ve mentally prepared yourself and got excited just by thinking about it. Now that the opportunity to admit to him is here, of course you’ll not hesitate to tell him. So you smile and nod a bit. “I like you too, Luffy.”

Said male grinned and lifted you up in the air. “Then we’re set and good! We’re together now right? Right?” Enthusiasm radiates from him, giggling and swinging you around, then he sets you down and smiles at you close to your face. If both of you were aware and paying attention to your surroundings, you would’ve heard people cheering and clapping for you two. Although a bit embarrassing for Nami who is part of watching the scene, she definitely is happy to know and witness that you two have finally leveled things up.

Honestly for her, all those breakfasts, lunches, or dinners together you two had done, it surely looked like dates. Even Robin, Vivi, Rebecca, and—reluctantly—Sanji could all notice and tell that it meant more than it looked.

Luffy hurriedly tugs you towards the café, excited to tell his friends that you two are now official. Entering the café, you see Sabo and Ace in the distance seated on the high counter table along with Zoro. Sabo noticed you and waved but you rolled your eyes and made a face. It was then that you heard the song playing in the café. It’s that song again and you couldn’t be any happier.

Everything I did was just a bore

Everywhere I went it seems I'd been there before

Your boyfriend is gone from holding you and you turn and find him. Before you could even ask someone, Vivi is ushering you to sit on your usual table. Oh how you missed it here! Though you worry for a split second where Luffy had gone at that moment.

But you brighten up for me all of my days

With a love so sweet in so many ways

I wanna stop and thank you, baby

I just wanna stop and thank you baby, oh yes

How sweet it is to be loved by you

Then your boyfriend reappears with food in his hand, singing those lyrics while putting all the food down the table. Your heart flutters at the adorable and heartwarming actions he is doing. His singing voice made you fall for him more than you could think.

“Sorry for not eating breakfast and lunch earlier with you. So here, I bought this for us!” A smile followed by a giggle, he sits down beside you closely. You grin and hug him, feeling that flutter and fast beats of your heart.

“Luffy, thank you! You don’t know how much you make me happy.” You reel back and stare at him. Your boyfriend just giggled and tugged you close then faced the food.

“Alright! Let’s eat, (Y/N)!”

The two lovebirds inside the café were once again in their own universe, not caring and paying any mind to your surroundings, to the people who smile and shake their heads out of happiness for you two. Robin was right in choosing the song to play in the café—she caught on that this was probably your favorite song by now as it played many times when you stayed and ate here. Of course she also noticed the song playing when you and Luffy first met.

These were all like straight out of a movie, and everyone in the café were lucky and grateful to have witnessed love bloom all over the place solely because of you and Luffy. Every action you both do emits love and euphoria, and if that doesn't prove any kore, let’s also add the fact that after you two ate.

All you two did was stay and sit while hugging each other, laughing and effortlessly conversing. Oh the things that love can do for people.

← How Sweet It Is | ← To Be Loved by You (part I)

– eiacez

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sumire-no-nikki · 9 months

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A Matter of Time

At the end of July I was gripped by a sudden fever.

It was the last Sunday of the month. I woke up quite late, had my morning coffee and set up the day’s work on the floor table. It was a very Summer Sunday. The air felt stale on my skin, constantly at the precipice of breaking out into sweat but not quite. It was a helpless time, a dull headache of a day.

I had been in the midst of organising my iMac, Macbook and a new SSD that day. I was facing the renaming and copying of hundreds of folders. It was quite a tedious task and I was restless. I needed a fix. And the thing is I knew exactly where I was headed that day. My imagination always gets the best me, and an idle mind is the devil's workshop, so they say. Reaching out to untouched corners of the past always requires some level of feigning ignorance to the consequences. I knew well enough that I would unravel something but my boredom overrode all discipline, all sense that day. So I found myself meandering through old folders filled with a past version of myself and people I knew in that unrecognisable life. Well, there has to be a truth to it—to the idea that the universe will continue to hurl the same lessons your way, each instance a more violent encounter, unless you learn from it. That Sunday came the final lesson.

Inside a folder named "2019," I found her waiting for me. My dear K, memories of her frozen there like no time had passed. There were screenshots of conversations, photos I recall having sent her. Seeing all of those again was the catalyst for Sunday’s foolhardiness.

I looked her name up, I looked her sisters’ names up. Nothing but old Facebook comments came up and there really was not much I could do at that point as I don’t use Facebook. This should have been the dead end but I’ve always been stubborn. The only thing it did was empower my craving.

So I dug up an old email correspondence. I’ve been avoiding doing this for nearly three years. With a split second decision I’ve undone all that control. The last message was from 2020 right before the worldwide lockdowns started. I had been talking about returning to Japan and she was talking about looking into getting an iPad. How innocent those days were.

I copied the email address I found and composed an email. In under eight hundred words I wrapped my well wishes, my love, my yearning. “Wishing you nothing but the best,” I signed it. I shut my laptop. I exhaled, only realising then that I had been holding my breath that entire time I was writing the email.

In the first few hours since I sent the email there was a heaviness. The problem is that I could not tell if what I had committed meant an end or a beginning. Have I truly mended the fraying edges, given myself closure, or have I ripped open a new wound instead?

Sometime during the following week my ever so efficient iPhone decided to notify me of the fact that I had sent the email a couple of days ago and I had not heard back. It prompted: “follow up” with a button on the top right as if it were that easy. I panicked. I was in a hurry to make it disappear from the screen. I swiped it into oblivion. I would not let myself read it again. In the end it was sad to see it there at the top of my inbox. I suppose that was the moment when I finally understood the reality that our friendship really has missed the last train for good.

It is funny to feel all this longing now because my friendship with K had been a terribly chaotic one.

I remember K as fun, emotionally sensitive and a daydreamer. I enjoyed the memes, the mindless jokes. I enjoyed her sisters always having a funny thing to say. I enjoyed the video calls. I’ve never fit in anywhere but they welcomed me in their circle. I was the honorary fourth sister. I appreciate that when I would be blocked by the loops of logic in my head K would point to my heart and ask about what that part of me had to say. She showed me a side to life that I had often written off. When I was so lost in the grind, never satisfied with the heights I climbed, she underlined the magnitude of my early emancipation, my scholarships and educational accomplishments. In those days I was never enough for myself, but for K I was everything. “You’re my star, my claim to fame,” she always told me. I let her read my honours thesis before anyone else. She tuned in to my undergraduate graduation livestream because I was giving the department valedictorian speech and I was going to be awarded the highest honour of the year. I had no one to attend my graduation. She showed up for me.

But she was also jealous, indirect and shortsighted. She seemed most present when I was going through a crisis, revelling at the realisation that I have problems that I can’t always solve. When I shared my successes she was almost avoidant. She came and went as she pleased, leaving me in the dark to wonder what I had done wrong. She had her sisters as allies at the end of the day, while I’m reminded that I will never truly be part of the family no matter how close I got. I couldn’t care less what her educational attainments were, really, but she certainly measured herself against me and I never knew what to do with myself in those moments. She had dropped out after her first year was stuck in a crammed home with an abusive mother, while I found my liberation as I cut my ties with my own toxic family and went on to pursue a post graduate degree. She told me it was hard for her to be my friend because my accomplishments made her feel small. She was three years older and yet she felt like I had done more with my life. She thought I was too perfect. I took it personally. Her words were weapons.

Being from a toxic household myself, I knew to pick up on the unsaid, the passive aggressive. I knew desperation as an instinct and I held on to everything because I know the taste of favour withdrawn. I sought to earn her approval because then I only understood worth as something to achieve. I contorted into shapes that comforted her. I tiptoed around the good things that happened to me, wary to share them. My good news meant bad news to her after all, and that meant she would be less convinced to keep me around, so I thought. And when I did find myself in trouble it almost felt like relief to both of us. I could run to her with this problem: “Look! I’m flawed and hurt! Here’s something bad that happened to me! I’ve been knocked down and you can feel superior now!” I begged and begged. That proved exhausting, unjust and cruel. The friendship soured. And when I hit rock bottom, when my life crumbled into an unrecognisable mess, when I needed someone the most, turning to her felt like I was twisting the knife myself. There was shame when there shouldn’t have been. I thought insecurity was a price I had to pay to keep her in my life.

This is not to say that I was an angel during our friendship. I had high expectations and I was ruthless in demanding them. I was hungry for proof that I was loved and needed. I was stubborn, too focused on logic and sense that I refused to give emotions any credit at all. I would not communicate until I was at my boiling point, seeing patience as a duty that must be repaid. I was uncaring, insensitive and I thought fixing someone’s situation is the ultimate expression of love. I was heavy handed, harsh. I was not a fun person to be around.

But perhaps what made it all the more painful is the fact that for all our differences we actually had a lot in common. We understand generational trauma. We both know what it’s like to move to a foreign country. We had the same academic goals of learning languages and we value education greatly. We both love literature, romantics in our own ways. We had a shared dream. It wasn’t a very big one but it was ours.

At the end of the day, I don’t think our friendship would have survived. It was always headed for the cliff and it was just a matter of time.

I recall typing in an email to her near the end: “I welcome what will stay to stay, and I let go of what wants to leave without resistance.” Truth is I was partially referring to our friendship with that line. I had tried everything—I had tried harsh, patient, distant, clingy. Nothing I did seemed to get our friendship to keep its head above water. After many false endings and optimistic new beginnings, by the end of the decade I think we both understood that holding on too tightly solved nothing. We both had gone through transformative events at that point. She lost her step-father in a car accident that she herself suffered great injuries from, while I had just finished my master’s yet found myself more lost than I’d ever been, having landed myself in a psychiatric hold. She was on the way to bettering her life, defeating depression and learning to believe in herself again. And I was finally on a slow path to shedding all the past versions of myself, learning to come as I am rather than needing to be someone. We were individually getting better, it seemed. But I suppose that didn’t mean we would get better together.

Reading what I’ve written here, I feel like I’ve come to really understand that I have been grieving this friendship long before it ended. Here I am missing someone who had hurt me and had hurt in return, I feel all this love for her, for the memories. But she isn’t who she used to be anymore. She’s just a stranger now.

I think about K and how she’ll never know me as I am now. My heart is broken. She’ll never know that I can do latte art now, how my music tastes have evolved. She would never get to meet any of my cats. She’ll never hear of my travels. I won’t be there when she gets her first flat. I’ll never get to watch her violin recitals. I won’t know what her cooking tastes like. I’ll never know if she has new favourite books and if she ever changed her mind about Murakami.

The 2019 screenshots that inspired all of this are of a conversation between K and another person who I hurt deeply--J. I told K one morning that I had a dream about him and that after years and years of regret I still hope for his forgiveness. K stepped up and told me she doesn’t mind messaging J on Instagram. They didn’t know each other but she volunteered to reach out on my behalf anyway. After about a month she showed me the screenshots of J’s response—a rejection, a condemnation, my just desserts. I wasn’t surprised really. I hurt J badly. I realised too late how much I love him. I told K I deserved it. But when I was ready to punish myself all over again, K was the one who dusted me off and picked me back up. She said that people change, situations change, and it could really be a new start for me and J if he would just allow a reunion. She said it’s a shame that for all the love we had for each other, J would not allow for a new beginning. Even though I had made that life altering mistake, K reminded me that I am still worthy of redemption.

Those words mean a lot to me.

After remembering all the petty fights, the immature choices and thoughtless remarks, it is in fact this enduring act of kindness that I choose to remember her by, forever and always.

Thinking about it now, I suppose I had always applied that same sentiment to my friendship with K. I always thought that even though we’ve drifted apart, we could always reconnect and start fresh when the time is right. I held on to the hope without realising it. Weeks after my email to her, there’s nothing but fragments of a thread. The thin and brittle thread we kept trying to salvage seem to finally have disintegrated for good—I see this very clearly now, three years after the fact.

Of course there are so many reasons for her lack of response. The most plausible one is that the email she used then must be one of her oldest ones from her teenage years. It wasn’t even her actual name. She could have lost the password or just never thought to check it anymore as she is now using a more current email. Before we lost touch we were getting quite close. She had some financial issues which I was offering to help her with. And she had even floated the idea of flying to the states for the first time to see me. I offered for her to stay at my place. I told her we’d take a road trip. I could drive her anywhere she wanted. We were doing well. I cannot think of what I might have done to I upset her. I don’t believe I’ve given her any reason for her to cut me off.

But it doesn’t matter now.

Time heals wounds but I suppose it also dulls the strongest of emotions. Maybe she just doesn’t feel compelled to keep me in her life anymore.

I’ve been to the UK so many times now and every single time I’ve thought about taking a train to her. Every single time I fought against that idea. I know for sure now that I’ll never set foot in Coventry. I won’t be the one to destroy her peace. But in future, when I find myself in London or elsewhere again, I will choose to think of K and feel gratitude, to have known her, without needing to blame myself for the way our paths diverged.

The idea of this entry was like a geyser inside me. It came in bursts. I thought I would write and publish this in one sitting. It has taken me nearly 20 days. At first it was guilt, anguish for all the shortcomings. I was hurt by the rejection and the delayed realisation. But I have nothing left to mourn now, I think. All I’ve got now is a celebration of what has been.

With this I lay flowers on the grave of our friendship.

#diary #sumire-no-nikki

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fourfallenleaves · 8 months

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My love, we'll be the stars

Story inspired by the song we'll be the stars by Sabrina Carpenter~

He was a ray of sunshine on a gloomy day to her.

He had a smile like no other.

He would start most days on a positive note and solve all the problems he encountered with a strong spirit.

But not on that day.

It was a Saturday

The best day of the week to an average person

Not to them, not to him.

That Saturday was without a doubt the worst day of their life, of his life

The doctor said "one month".

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

She had a feeling,

An uneasy one.

The feeling you get when you have lost something important. The feeling that something will go wrong. The feeling of inevitable pain heading your way.

She had an uneasy feeling when he claimed to have lost weight all of a sudden on Monday and claimed it to be a result of the diet he had been following .

She had an uneasy feeling when he came back home tired on Tuesday and blamed it on the overtime hours of work he had been putting in at work.

She had an uneasy feeling when he woke up in cold sweat in the middle of the night on Wednesday and assumed it to be a nightmare.

She had an uneasy feeling when he caught a fever on Thursday and he shrugged it off saying that it's the change in the weather.

She had an uneasy feeling on Friday when he clutched his chest in pain suggesting that it was his age catching up to him.

She had an uneasy feeling when he coughed up blood and passed out at the dinner table on Saturday.

And she was right.

Her gut feeling was right

How she wished that she was wrong and it was all a bad sequence of coincidences,

But she was right.

The doctor said "only month".

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

She was the strongest person he knew.

She had been through a lot and still rose from the ashes every time she burned.

But that day he saw her break.

He watched as her tears flowed down her face and how she fruitlessly bargained with the doctor.

He wanted to tell her it would be alright,

But would it really?

Who was he trying to convince.

He watched the muted conversation that went on with her and the doctor.

He wanted to say something, to ask if it was going to be alright, to ask how much it'll hurt.

But he couldn't utter a word.

It was as though his tongue froze over, he was numb. Falling down a void of emotions thrown at him at speeds that he couldn't process.

He yearned for some sort of hope that this was all a mistake,

A sick joke of some kind.

He searched the doctor's eyes for the tiniest bit of confirmation that all of it was not true.

And between a vast sea of pity and sorrow,

He didn't find it.

And so it was final,

There was only a month left for him.

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The child when asked how they want to live its life, will list out menagerie of things that they want to do.

They mostly consist of fun activities that bring them joy.

They live,

Without a worry of tomorrow.

Today they were happy,

And tomorrow they will be happy as well.

And they would continue following this routine with no timetable or schedule to bind them by duties and responsibilities to fulfill.

She wanted him to live like that child.

She wanted him to be happy today and tomorrow.

And so she put on a brave face and a smile.

"Live in the moment darling" she said,

"Don't fret about the future, it is a difficult time but we will pull through"

"I need you to be strong... Do it for me"

She said those words to him

Hoping they would strengthen her crumbling heart too.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

They did everything they wanted to do.

They went looking for the birds in the forest, camping in the woods, grocery shopping together, and a cute picnic by the riverside.

They did all this whenever they could.

And when they couldn't she sat by his bedside silently weeping as he slept.

A day passed, then a week,

He was getting weaker and she could see it.

He was very bad at hiding things.

When he tried to hide the gift he bought for her on their first date,

When he tried to hide the fact he had forgotten their first year anniversary,

When he tried to hide the ring he bought for her on the day of the proposal,

He failed miserably but she didn't let him know, She let him keep his moments of joy and acted surprised every time he had something planned for her.

He was failing to hide his pain.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

They would come out at night and sit in the yard looking at the night sky, pointing out the stars to one another.

"That star right there would be you, because it's burning more brightly than its companions"

"That star would be you, see how it's surrounded by so many other stars"

"That star would be you, see how it connects perfectly in line with my star"

These conversations would be calming,

As if the world has gone still and let them have a little more time.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

They both wished they could stop the clock from ticking away.

The four walls of the hospital and the small hospital bed made it difficult to breathe.

He would wake up in the middle of the night and panic at the sight of the unfamiliar surroundings.

It was getting difficult,

Both for him and her.

When it got unbearable they would escape reality by stargazing.

The hospital window was wide open that night, he wished he had a better view for not many stars could be seen from the bed he lay in.

She too sat beside him and gazed at the stars lost in deep thought.

The stars would go on to live for at least a few million years.

How old was the one she was looking at?

Was it nearing its death too or had it just been brought into the universe?

He was getting tired and sleepy, and so whispering a quiet "i love you" he closed his eyes and laid his head on her shoulder.

She smiled at him resting his head and turned to the night sky.

A shooting star crossed her sight of vision,

"A shooting star means you get to make a wish" She said to no one in particular.

Then clasping her hands together she said, "I wish you rest well"

And with these final words she knew that time was up.

He had left to become one of the stars that they would talk about.

She smiled at the night sky, her eyes we're welling up with tears.

"I will miss you, my love"

The stars twinkled in the sky.

The end~

#we'll be the stars #sabrina carpenter #song #story #angst #sad ending #writeblr #creative writing #hurt/comfort #eventual character death #terminal disease kinda but i have no medical knowledge #first attempt at posting my work #angst trope

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sharkpupsblog · 1 year

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😢 Fever ‼️

A Katja x GN! Soul rider fanfic!

I managed to power through the burn out and here it is!!! Silly katja fic!!! Gave hurt/comfort a try . Pls do tell me if this is good? 😭 I’ve never done hurt/comfort before . 😭😭😭 anyways this one is really sweet I made it very sweet and I’m not using the ‘Katja freezes everything she touches’ in this fic to make it extra sweet bcs I keep being mean to katja fans 😭💔 y’all deserve a silly fic with silly fluff and not that much pain 😭 I was gonna write another with more angst but ended up not doing so bcs my brain didn’t like it much and I need to stop being evil . 😭 anyways Ty all for your patience Ty @ mistfalldruid for the req!! :D ❤️❤️❤️ I hope u guys enjoy!! :D

Summary (i need to start adding summaries to my fics.) : you’re sick and Katja takes care of you.

Warnings: none.

You laid in bed with a thermometer in your mouth. You heard it beep you took it out and you saw the numbers on the little led screen. You had a fever you were sick. You felt like crap yesterday and when you woke up today you felt worse. You felt hot and your nose was clogged by mucus. Your throat hurt and your eyes were watery. Your whole body hurt you felt awful. You put the thermometer on your nightstand, and you buried your face into your pillow…at least you didn’t have a cough. You sat up when you heard the door to your room open and in walked your girlfriend. Katja had a bowl of soup in hand and medicine in the other she walked over to the side of the bed you were on, and she put the bowl down on the nightstand. She looked at you, and you smiled at her she narrowed her eyes “I told you not to follow me into the valley” she gave you the medicine ignoring your stupid little smile that gave her butterflies. “you’re stupid you don’t listen and now look at you” she watched as you opened the bottle of medicine and you poured some into the cap taking a drink you then closed the bottle setting it down on the table. “Had you listened to me you wouldn’t be sick” you laughed softly “can you save the ‘I told you so’ for another time? Cuddle with me?” Katja huffed and she gave in. you scooted to the other side of the bed, and she laid down once she laid down you laid next to her enjoying the cold from her. It helped with the burning feeling of your fever. Katja would have continued to tell you how stupid you were for following her into the valley, but you fell asleep. The woman was a bit harsh, but she loved you she cared for you that’s why she was so harsh. She kissed the top of your head letting you sleep, and she too went to sleep.

Katja still remembers how you asked her out years ago. You found her in Hollow Woods while she was guarding a Dark Core machine from you and your loser friends. She thought you were coming to destroy it, so she obviously got aggressive with you. While Katja summoned spikes of ice and a winter storm to protect the machine you begged her to listen to you. She was curious she wanted to know what you wanted to tell her so badly that you were putting your life in danger. “Five minutes” she said to you giving you enough time to talk. You told her how you liked her and how you wished for a relationship with her if she felt the same. Katja stood in place confused by what you had just said to her she blinked, and her thoughts were telling her ‘This is just a joke’. ‘don’t trust them they’re lying to you’ ‘they want to hit you where it hurts most’ as soon as her thoughts cleared out Katja got violent. She sent ice spikes your way and she watched as you dodged each one and you used your magic to break some. You begged her to stop not sure why she was reacting this way. Katja told you why she told you this was a very cruel joke to play on her and you stopped dodging standing in place. Katja thought you were stupid or had a death wish when you started walking to her. “It’s not a joke!” you said with glossy eyes “I’m serious I would never play with anyone like that!” Katja backed up as you got closer still confused and scared. You stopped walking when you realized you were scaring her “I promise I’m not lying” you were trying your best to convince her. “Please Katja please trust me” you begged her, and she thought you were pathetic. But she also thought that if you were going as far as to beg her to hear you then you must be serious? Katja called off the spikes and the storm watching you as you sighed relieved and a tear went down your cheek, and you walked to her. Katja didn’t back up this time she was going to let you talk to her. You told her how you felt for her again and you asked her if she would please go on a date with you. Katja thought it over and she agreed not because she liked you then but because she thought she could use you for information. She gave herself a mission to use you for information and to not catch any feelings for you. She failed and she failed badly. When she realized how much you cared for her, she decided to give the relationship an actual try. And now here she was horribly lovesick and peacefully napping with you…well it was peaceful.

Katja woke up when she heard sobbing, she sat up looking for you. You were still in bed covering your eyes with your hands. She frowned she hated seeing you sad it broke her heart. “what’s wrong?” she asked you and she removed a hand from your face so you would look at her. You mumbled something and she was about to ask you to repeat what you said but then she realized you were hot. Hot enough for her to feel. Your fever got worse she looked to the nightstand seeing the time it was late night now you both had been asleep for a while she grabbed the medicine she brought. The bowl of soup was still there, and it was cold you both completely forgot about it. Katja opened the medicine bottle filling the cap and she told you to sit up. You did and she handed you the cap full of medicine you took it. As soon as you drank it you handed the cap back to Katja still crying you covered your eyes again. You felt awful your head was killing you and your fever was too. You woke up when you felt the strong headache building up and your body burning. you tried to get up but as soon as you went to sit up your headache hit you hard making you lay back down. That’s when you started crying you didn’t mean to wake Katja up. You mumbled a bunch of sorry’s to her while she put the medicine up. Katja couldn’t understand a single thing you were saying she frowned “come here” she said to you opening her arms. you sat in front of her, and you laid your head on her shoulder crying. She didn’t mind the tears on her shoulder she wrapped her arms around you letting you cry. She hoped the cold of her body would help the burning fever you had. The cold did help a bit you tried to stop crying but you couldn’t everything hurt. Katja kissed your temple rocking you back and forth gently trying to comfort you. While you cried, she held you and she kissed your temple and your cheek and then your shoulder. She loved you and she hated seeing you sad. Katja had lived for thousands of years she experienced every kind of pain possible but the worst one was seeing you sad. Her past self would have called her weak and stupid for this, but she didn’t give a damn. She continued rocking you and peppering your face with kisses as you cried. The medicine eventually hit you and your headache went away your fever slowly died out. You wiped your tears away and you looked to Katja she kissed your forehead “better?” she asked you. You nodded mumbling “better” you buried your face in the crook of her neck enjoying the cold feeling of her skin. Katja brushed a hand through your hair, and she spoke “that’s the last time you follow me into the valley do you understand me?” she narrowed her eyes at you, and you shook your head mumbling “I don’t” you were playing with her. She huffed “fine be stupid but when you get sick, I’m not helping you again” she rubbed your back with her other hand. “You can keep playing your games but I won’t help you next time” you groaned and looked at her “yes you will you love me” you smiled weakly at her and she kissed the tip of your nose “no I won’t no matter how much you beg me I won’t.” you laughed softly fighting the urge to close your eyes “yes you will I know you will” she knew you were getting sleepy so she laid your head back down on her other shoulder since her left was covered in your tears. She kissed your forehead one last time and your eyes fluttered closed she huffed “I hate how well you know me” she would help you again and again each time you played stupid games and won stupid prices. She rubbed your back holding you as you fell asleep…past Katja would have hated future Katja for being so weak specially for a damn Soul Rider, but she didn’t care. She loved you and she would always be there for you each time you got sick or hurt she would be there for you. She would be there telling you how stupid you were for it of course but she would kiss you and hold you as she told you so. You mumbled something out before fully falling asleep and that time she caught it. She smiled hugging you closer to her ”I love you too.”

TY FOR READING :D ❤️❤️🐎🐎

#ssoblr #sso #star stable online #katjassoxreaderfanfic #katjassofanfic #katjasso #sharkpupsblogwrites!‼️🗣#lookingforssomoots💔

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junkydrawr · 11 months

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Sniv fic stuff! Just a random scene with Snively getting along swimmingly with the FF's as usual. 😁 The scene starts out with Sonic and Sally having lunch outside and Snively comes to join.

As Sonic continued to make immature jokes, Snively approached the table with a bowl of salad. He stopped up short, his brow wrinkling.

Sally raised her eyebrows.

"...I thought Bunnie would be here," the Overlander mumbled.

"Ant surprised her with a 'romantic' picnic." Sonic snickered. "They're probably off frenching over French food."

Snively made his displeased 'mmm' sound. He started to turn away.

Sally sighed. "Sit down, Snively."

"Heh. Someone jealous?" Sonic grinned, then munched a forkful of his own salad.

"Of what?" Snively plopped down, staring at his food. "Pulling fur out of my mouth?"

"You wish you could get some fur in your mouth."

"Boys, please." Sally valiantly surpressed a giggle. "Can we have some non-vulgar conversation?"

Snively kept his eyes down, pushing the salad around with his fork.

She was curious. "Did you ever get any fresh vegetables in Robotropolis?"

"All our food was dehydrated and then reconstituted by the kitchen bots."

"Yuck," Sonic said.

"That's how the chili dog vending machines work," Sally said. "Otherwise, they would have gone rancid."

"Huh. Never thought of that."

Snively glanced up, seeming confused by 'chili dog vending machines.' His eyes followed the aforementioned meat as some fell off Sonic's fork. A flicker of disgust crossed his face.

Sally resisted another laugh. Yes, that's something we agree about. Sonic putting chili dog meat on his salad is gross.

"I had this mondo cool dream this morning," Sonic said, after a few minutes. "I dreamed I was sitting on the bridge, eating a plateful of chili dogs. Man, it felt so real I almost chomped my hand when I woke up!"

Snively looked up again, this time his eyes flitting to Sally's. She could almost read his thoughts. Is he for real?

"You ever have a dream that feels super real, Sal?"

She bit carefully into a tomato. It squirted anyway. "A few days ago, yeah. I had this dream I was with Daddy. We were on the beach, the one in Robotropolis, except it was like it was before. He was holding me up in the water while I treaded, learning how to swim. But I don't think that actually happened. I think I might've gone on a boat ride with him, but I don't think I ever went to the beach. Back when it was clean..." She shook her head. "I woke up, like disoriented. To be in a dark room rather on a bright, sunny beach."

"I think I remember a boat ride. There were a lot of boring adults...?" Sonic scrunched his face. "Maybe. Hey, you remember when I had those nightmares about you? Those felt so real too."

"Yeah, I remember that." Out of the corner of her eye, she watched Snively. He was still stirring his greens around. If he was interested in their conversation, he didn't show it. Finally, he ate one of the leafy bits.

Sonic stuffed a huge forkful in, swallowed, burped. "Yo, Snoot? What about you?"

"What about me what?" Snively set down his fork and leaned back in the wooden chair.

"You ever had a dream you thought was real, like even when you woke up?"

"No."

"Man, you're boring. You must've had one! Maybe you had a dream about being tall. Haha!"

"We're practically the same height."

"Mmm, yeah, but compared to Robotnik you're a shrimp. Maybe he's just huge. I mean, he is huge, but..." Sonic grinned. "Hey, were your parents short too?"

The Overlander's eyes darkened a shade. A muscle in his jaw tightened and then he spoke airily. "I do remember a dream."

"Yeah?"

"There was this one time..." Snively slouched low in the chair, picking at his fingernails. "I was in the infirmary. Robotnik had beaten the absolute tar out of me, and I was covered in mosquito bites. Miserable. I suppose I can't blame him. Apparently, I'd had some kind of fever dream that I'd found Knothole, but I ended up leading Uncle into the Great Swamp. After a few hours of traipsing around in the muck, he wasn't very happy with me."

Sally and Sonic exchanged bemused glances.

Snively sat up a little. "The thing is, it felt so real. I was laying in that damn bed, swearing I'd been here. I could see the huts, the meeting area. I remember calling the Stealths, ordering them to bomb this fucker to the ground."

Sally's eyes darkened, both at his words and his choice of words.

He sneered. "Lucky for you...I was just high. I guess I must've been."

Sally twisted her fork into her salad. "But you weren't. You were here."

He scowled. "What are you talking about?"

"You. Were. Here," she said slowly, as if he were hard of hearing.

He rolled his eyes and resumed his bad posture. "Oh, ha ha. Yes, I was here. Indeed."

"Snively, I'm not joking with you. You found us. You almost destroyed us that day."

"Oh, come off it!" He shrilled, his sudden anger inexplicable to her...but as his words poured out, she understood. "It was a delusion! But I was so happy! I'd finally accomplished what Julian never could. I bested him, proved I had always been more capable than him!"

"What a thing to be proud of," Sonic said, "That you're even scummier than ole Scumbug Numero Uno!"

"Oh shut up, hedgehog."

"You shut up, Snerdly!" Sonic flicked a tomato into Snively's face. The small man brushed it away with a snarl, and before Sally could admonish Sonic, Snively launched his entire bowl of salad straight at Sonic. The hedgehog managed to shift sideways but most of the food found its mark.

"You little punk!" Sonic leapt across the table, knocking the small man head over heels from his chair. He straddled the Overlander, slamming him onto the ground. "How you like that, Shrimpboat... oof!"

Snively threw him off with a hard knee to the stomach. Sonic came for him again and Sally jumped up.

"Enough, both of you!"

Her tone was enough to stop Sonic, but Snively still lunged, screaming childishly: "He started it!" She swiftly grabbed him from behind, locking her arm around his throat. Sonic blew a raspberry at the irate man.

"Let go of me!" Snively struggled and her eyes went wide as he threw his head back, his skull cracking her in the mouth. She tasted blood. She released him, clutching at her bleeding lip.

"Not cool!" Sonic gasped. "Oh, I'm gonna mess you up for that, Needlenose!"

Before he could move, a calm, cool voice interjected. "What is going on here?"

Everyone froze, and Snively went owl-eyed, his face pale. Sally turned to face her father. His stern gaze swept them, and she watched his eyes darken as he beheld her injury.

"Nothin', yer Highness. I'm cool." Sonic took a seat, avoiding the spilled food.

"Colin. Come with me at once."

"But your H-H-Highness..." Snively's nervous stutter marred his words.

"Now, Colin."

Snively squeaked, his blue eyes pleading with Sally's, but she was never less inclined to entertain his groveling. "Go," she said icily.

"Have a nice chat," the hedgehog said cheekily as Snively trudged after the King with his shoulders slumped. He turned to her. "Yo, Sal! You ok?"

She nudged her lip, wincing. "I'm fine."

His ears flattened. "You mad at me?"

"You don't make things any better when you pick at him. I'm tired of it."

"He's a jerk," Sonic said flatly.

"He's a jerk about to get dressed down by my father."

Sonic grinned wide. "Oh yeah. Poor guy."

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A/n: Sniv's getting along great! I don't have the entire scene with King Acorn written yet but maybe that'll get posted next if I brush it up. :)

Also I know some don't agree with Sniv dropping f-bombs but I personally get a kick out the way it'd sound with his voice. 'fuckahhh'. 😆

#Junkysnivfic #Snively #SatAM #Sniv be fiesty

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