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mxlti-lover · 10 months

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Sick {Paul Lahote}

Summary: You fell sick with a really bad cold, but how were you supposed to tell your werewolf boyfriend you didn’t want him to cuddle you?

Warnings: none, just a sad Paul.

Word Count: 1059

(P.S. please don’t judge too hard if this is terrible, I haven’t written in a while and I’m a little rusty…)

*do not steal or copyright any of my work pls and thank you*

You woke up that morning feeling horrible. Your nose was so clogged you could barely breathe and you had the worst honking cough.

You laid in bed, curled into a ball watching your favorite Disney movie. You knew you should tell Paul, but you didn’t really want him at the moment. Don’t get it twisted, you loved Paul to death, I mean, he was your mate, but when you got sick like this, his body heat didn’t help.

You knew he would want to cuddle you, give you some scalp massages as he checked up on you every minute of the hour, but right now, you just wanted to be alone.

That is until you heard the front door opening.

“Y/N! Baby! Where are you?!” Paul shouted.

You knew he probably sensed you weren’t okay as he still had an hour before he usually got home from patrol. Probably talking Sam into letting him leave early.

“I’m upstairs!” You called out the best you could, your throat feeling raw from coughing.

You heard footsteps rush up the stairs and soon Paul’s tall figure stood in the doorway, scanning you over, a frown on his face.

“Baby…why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” He asked softly as he made his way over to the bed.

He sat on the edge of the bed as he leaned over kissing your forehead and cheek softly, checking if you had a fever.

“You’re burning up baby.” He spoke sadly, sitting up again to look at you.

You knew you weren’t a pretty sight as you hadn't gotten up at all that morning. Your hair probably a tangled mess, your nose probably red and chapped from how much you had to blow it and your face looking as pale as a ghost.

“I didn’t want to bother you..” You lied, as you spoke barely above a whisper. Your voice raspy as you knew you were probably gonna lose it soon.

“Baby, you wouldn’t be bothering me at all. I would rather be by your side taking care of you, than on patrol.” He says frowning at the idea of you being alone all morning like this.

You sigh as you rub your face sitting up, his hand coming down to softly push you back down.

“You’re not getting up baby. Whatever you need I’ll get for you. Now, have you eaten at all today?” He asked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.

You shook your head no as you leaned into his touch, his warmth radiating against your skin.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.” He says as he gets up and his figure disappears from the doorway.

You sigh as you curl back up into a ball, watching the movie again, guilt washing over you. You knew he would want to cuddle you, as his love language is definitely physical touch. Especially when it comes to taking care of you.

But you didn’t want his cuddles at the moment. Your skin was already burning underneath the thin blanket you chose, let alone having your own personal heater of a boyfriend coming to lay next to you.

You took a deep breath as you let that thought slip your mind for now, closing your eyes as your body needed sleep. That is until you struggled to breath again, groaning softly as you sat up, blowing your nose for the hundredth time that morning.

A few minutes later you heard Paul coming back into the room with a small tray. On it sat a bowl of chicken noodle soup and a glass of apple juice - your two favorite things to have when you were sick.

You smiled up at him as you sat up in bed, fluffing up the pillows behind your back to sit more comfortably.

Paul set the tray down carefully into your lap as you immediately dig into the soup, humming softly as the warmth from the soup soothed your throat.

“Thank you.” You whispered as you looked up at Paul.

“You’re welcome baby girl.” He says sitting down next to you as he leaned over to kiss the top of your head.

He looked over at the TV as he chuckled softly at the movie that was playing. “Should’ve known you were watching this.”

“It’s my favorite movie to watch when I’m sick.” You protested shooting daggers at him as he raised his hands up in defense.

“I know my love, I was just messing with you. Now finish up your soup and I’ll give you some well deserved cuddles, yeah?” He says leaning over kissing your cheek.

You nod as you put on a fake smile, sighing into the bite of soup you took. How are you supposed to tell your boyfriend that you don’t want him to cuddle you?

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It’s been 10 minutes now since you finished your soup and your boyfriend immediately pulling you into him to cuddle.

Your head laid on his chest, as your arms wrapped around his torso like you usually would. Your legs tangled with one another.

You will admit that it was nice for the first few minutes, sighing contently as you closed your eyes. But now, it was starting to become unbearable. Your skin felt like it was on fire, as you began to squirm uncomfortably.

“Paul, can you please let me go? I can’t do this anymore, you’re making my skin burn up more than it already is.” You mumbled as you tried to get out of his grip.

He looked down at you, hurt. He let go of you as you moved away from him, panting softly to yourself as you enjoyed the cold air hitting your body.

You knew Paul was hurt, and you didn’t mean for it to come off so harshly, you just needed to get away from him.

Paul watched as you relaxed feeling terrible that he made you feel even more uncomfortable than you already were.

“I’ll be downstairs if you need anything..” He spoke barely above a whisper, as he leaned over, kissing the crown of your head softly, before getting up, exiting your room.

“Paul, don’t leave! I still want you with me.” You begged as you tried to reach out for him, but he continued to walk out your room, upset with himself that he made his girlfriend uncomfortable.

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I hope you enjoyed and thank you for reading!🫶

- Paige

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jaeyunverse · 1 year

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yang jungwon as your roommate

pairing: yang jungwon x fem!reader

genres: lots of fluff, crack, miiiiinor angst you won’t even see it unless you use a microscope, some hurt/comfort

warnings: mentions of nightmares (??) i think that’s all tbh this is very light-hearted but lmk if you think i missed a warning and want me to add it!

summary: in which you’re lucky enough to live with yang jungwon a.k.a the best roommate in the world.

note: i hope everyone enjoys this :)) do lmk what you think <3

masterlist

01. lets you sleep in his bed whenever you’re having nightmares

you’re prone to waking up in cold sweat every once in a while. it sucks, but jungwon always pulls through. your roommate doesn’t show any annoyance when you knock on his door in the middle of the night with a pillow tucked under your arm. all he does is grab you by the wrist gently and pull you into a comforting hug. he reminds you that he’s there for you and you’re not alone. once you’ve calmed down, he leads you to his bed and tucks you in. during the rare times when you’re too shaken up, he holds your hand till you go back to sleep. you feel terrible for being such an inconvenience and making him sleep on a couch in his own room, but he dismisses your concerns. he jokes that you can repay him by buying him an ice-cream, but also makes you promise that you won’t ever hesitate to come to him if you’re experiencing nightmares. jungwon’s caring nature never fails to bring tears to your eyes.

02. insists on shopping for food and home decor together

jungwon values your opinion a lot. he asks for your input whenever he purchases something for your shared apartment even if you aren’t buying the item with him. he firmly believes that a home is a person’s safe space; he would rather not have something in yours if both of you don’t approve of it. he makes sure to take into account your food preferences at all times. besides, jungwon has always thought grocery shopping is a great way for the two of you to spend time together in a productive yet fun way.

03. often cooks on days that you are supposed to (definitely NOT because he’s scared you’ll destroy the high-end appliances he stole from his mom’s kitchen back home)

jungwon loves cooking. he doesn’t think of it as a chore, but after you insisted on helping him out, he relented and agreed to let you cook twice every week. little did you know at the time, he had no intention of following through on his promise. he loves the smile that adorns your face when you eat his home-cooked food. watching you lick the plate clean like a starved animal fills his heart with warmth. you aren’t a picky eater either, so there is always someone to provide him with an honest review on the new dishes he learns. jungwon loves having his own food critic.

04. takes care of you when you’re sick

your parents entrusted jungwon with your well-being and he makes sure to not disappoint them. he is there to hold your hair up when you vomit into the toilet bowl after a long night of partying. he is there to place damp washcloths on your forehead when your fever is too high. he skips class and backs out of previously made commitments to take you to the doctor even though you might be capable of going by yourself. he makes you soup and remembers your medicine schedule. he asks you how you’re feeling. he wipes your tears. he promises to take you to your favourite restaurant if you make a quick recovery. he knows you’re a foodie and a cheapskate; no illness is strong enough to stop you from taking up on that challenge and winning it.

05. looks out for you

jungwon makes you coffee when you’re too busy studying late into the night. he defends you fiercely when people talk smack about you behind your back. he stocks the pantry with chocolates and ice-cream when your cycle is close. he carries you back home on his back when you’re too drunk to walk. he drives you to class everyday even though your building is not on his route. he records your favourite shows when you don’t have the time to watch them. he helps you make your ex jealous by pretending to be your boyfriend when you run into them. he sets you up with his friends, who, he assures you, will treat you right and not break your heart. he then adds that he will beat them to pulp if they make you cry. you laugh and promptly remind him that he calls you to be his saviour whenever there’s a cockroach in his vicinity. jungwon, obviously, ignores you, but there’s a bittersweet smile on his face. he’ll miss being your roommate once you graduate college and move on with your respective lives.

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ang3l-fac33 · 2 months

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sick! lucifer x male! reader oneshot.

genre: fluff!

warnings: maybe ooc?, messy writing

not proofread

you hummed quietly to yourself as you bustled around the kitchen, grabbing a bunch of supplies you’d need to make a nice bowl of soup for your sick partner. you weren’t the best cook out there but lucifer was too sick to take care of himself, and you figured you owe him as much for everything he’s done for you.

as you were cutting up the vegetables to put in the soup, you suddenly feel a pair of arms wrap around your waist and something warm press up against your back. for a moment you froze, but that surprise didn’t last long as you quickly realized who it was.

“lucifer..” you sighed, gently putting down the knife on the counter. “what did i tell you? you need to stay in bed and get some rest.” you had scolded gently, rolling your eyes at the small whine of protest lucifer had made.

you peeled his hands off him before turning around to face him in all his sick glory. his face was flushed with heat, and he was sweating. his hair was sticking to his forehead and a thin line of snot was running down his nose. still he proceeded to look at you with those big puppy eyes he liked to use whenever he wanted something from you.

you learned rather quickly that when lucifer was sick he became more clingy and needy than normal. it was honestly really cute but you knew that rest was the most important thing here.

lucifer just pouted and tried to cling to you again. “but i miss you..” he mumbled, his voice raspy with sickness.

your heart fluttered, and you couldn’t help but to giggle slightly. “what’s so funny?..” lucifer huffed, looking even more pouty than before.

“it’s just i never imagined the king of hell being this.. needy. it’s cute though.”

you were sure that his face would’ve turned a pretty shade of red if it wasn’t before from his fever. “now let’s get you back to bed where you’re going to stay for the rest of the night.”

lucifer whined again but made no effort to stop you as you took his hand and led him back to your shared bedroom. you laid him down and tucked him in, making sure that you were comfortable.

you pushed back some of his hair that was stuck to his forehead with a gentle smile, watching as he leaned into your touch with a soft smile. all you wanted to do right now was to climb in bed and cuddle with him till you both fell asleep, but you knew that food had to come first.

“alright… i’m going to go back to the kitchen and finish up that soup. do not get up unless it’s an emergency.” you told him in a stern voice. it was a little funny to you how you had to be stern with the literal king of hell, but it was the only way he’d listen.

you turned and headed out of the bedroom, back to the kitchen where you proceeded to finish up the soup without anymore disruptions. looks like lucifer finally decided to settle down.

you hummed once more as you poured the soup into a bowl, before turning and heading back to the bedroom. you were glad to find lucifer in the same spot that you had left him, thankful that he decided not to put up a fight.

“you’re soup is ready baby.” you smiled, setting the bowl down on the small table next to the bed. lucifer groaned and sat up, blinking with bleary eyes. you watched as he picked up the bowl, using the spoon to scoop up some of the liquid and put it in his mouth.

he hummed in delight, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the nice sensation of hot soup going down his throat. you always said you weren’t a good cook, but to him it was the complete opposite. he always enjoyed anything you made.

“..’s so good..” he mumbled through a mouthful of soup, making you smile. “glad you like it. make sure to eat all of it!”

you watched and chatted a bit with lucifer as he ate his soup, finishing it in minutes. you figured he would be at least a little hungry, so you’re glad that he ate.

“thank you..” he had said, handing the bowl back over to you. you grinned softly. “it’s no problem.” you responded softly, pecking him on the cheek. you loved taking care of him.

you got up to go put the bowl back in the kitchen, but a warm hand grabbed your arm, preventing you from moving. “stay with me please..”

you huffed in amusement, raising your brows. “but this will only take a second, and—“ you’re words died on your tongue as he gave you those same puppy dog eyes from earlier, but this time you couldn’t resist.

“oh fine..”

you yelped as you were practically dragged down onto the bed, and you had to grip the bowl to make sure it didn’t fall out of your hands. you placed the bowl back on the table before settling into bed.

lucifer immediately latched onto you, wrapping his limbs around your body. you giggled softly and began to run your fingers through his slightly damp locks, sighing out in contentment. you always enjoyed cuddle sessions even if one of you were sick.

it wasn’t long until lucifer went limp in your grasp, soft snores falling from his lips. for a moment you stared at his sleeping form, a little stunned from his beauty. no matter how sick he was he always managed to look handsome.

you started to feel your eyelids grow heavy, and a yawn escaped your lips. wrapping your free arm around lucifer, you pulled him closer and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “goodnight my king..” you murmured before drifting off into sleep.

the bowl could wait to be cleaned.

(A/N: ohemgee hii!! i hope you liked this oneshot! this is my first oneshot ever publicly posted so i’m a little nervous.. but still! feedback and reviews are welcomed! don’t be afraid to give me tips or criticisms! thank you for reading <3)

#lucifer morningstar x reader #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel x you #hazbin lucifer

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prentisssgf · 17 days

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| flu season

| law and order svu

| alex cabot x reader

| reader is sick but is like 99% fluff

| 1310 words

"Come on, baby, time to get up" your eyes fluttered as you heard your girlfriend's voice at the other side of the bed.

"Alexxxx" you drawled "Alex come back to bed" you groaned as Alex flung back the curtains.

"As much as I would love to be back in bed with you right now, we're going to be late" Alex turned around to face you as she absentmindedly finished the morning routine of opening the blinds and then the windows slightly.

"Baby pleaseeee" you grinned hoping it would work.

"Later okay?" Alex smiled back as she pulled you up to kiss you "you feeling okay?" Alex stepped back slightly to touch your forehead to check your temperature.

"What-are you doing?" you furrowed your brow.

"Checking your temperature" Alex nodded.

"Okay listen Dr Cabot, I'm fine" you chuckled "It's just allergies, I'll be fine to go to work" you nodded.

Alex giggled back as she kissed your forehead "You are hot though" she worried slightly.

You playfully rolled your eyes "I know" you smirked which made Alex laugh hard.

"Get ready, love" she smiled as she squeezed your arm.

"Alex?" you called out as you were brushing your teeth.

"Yeah?" Alex's head swung towards you as she was now focused on you rather than the clothes on the bed.

"You haven't seen my skirt, have you?" you said with a mouthful of toothpaste.

Alex chuckled slightly "I have not" she nodded to the wardrobe "check in there?"

"Doctor and a magician" you nodded jokingly.

"Just check" Alex laughed.

"Okay fine" you laughed too, looking now you could not see the skirt, so you went back to the bathroom to continue to freshen up "maybe it's in yours Lex I wouldn't be mad-" you turned around by Alex cutting you off.

"It's right here babe, did you really not see it?" Alex pulled out your skirt "Are you sure you're okay?" she worried.

"Yeah I'm-" a sudden wave of nausea hit you and you and Alex made the way to the toilet, Alex rubbed your back with one hand and was already on the phone with Olivia with the other.

"Alright, let's get you back into bed" Alex swiped your hair that was stuck on your forehead behind your ears, resting her hand on your cheek, as she checked once over to see just how unwell you were, you leaned on her hand smiling slightly.

"I love you Lex" you smiled gently.

"I love you too honey"

"I would love you even more than I already do if you kissed me?" you offered with a grin, knowing Alex could never turn down that smile.

Alex sighed and then nodded smiling as she couldn't resist.

"I'm so grateful for you" you hugged her waist as you looked up at her.

"I'm so grateful for you" Alex smiled, "can you sit here for a second baby?" Alex smiled as she sat you on the bed, you nodded and smiled as she pulled out some fresh pajamas for you, after you finished changing she led you to the bed with a gentle arm around your waist, with the other hand she opened up the bed covers.

Alex kissed your head as she tucked you in "Call me if you need anything, anything okay?"

"Okay, I love you" you mumbled as your eyes started to become heavy.

Alex chuckled lightly "I love you too"

☆

A couple of hours later you woke up to knocking on the door, you looked around and got up, shivering as you walked down the hallway you started to call out to the door "Alex you're early is everything okay?" she didn't answer so you called for her again, this time louder "Alex?" you swung the door open to find your boss, Olivia Benson, standing outside the door with a bowl of soup in her hands with flowers and a card outside the door.

"Hi Liv, sorry I thought you were Alex! Is everything okay? the apartment's a mess and I-"

"Take it easy sweetheart" Olivia chuckled "Alex wanted me to check up on you, she called this morning but I wanted to come down here, bring you something" Olivia smiled while handing over the bowl of soup "and don't worry about the apartment either, I've seen worse" she joked which made you less tense.

"Do you want to come in? it's freezing" you offered.

"Sure" Olivia smiled as she shrugged off her coat, wearing a thick jumper and a scarf "thanks" she smiled.

"Not a problem" you nodded slowly as you saw fully what she was wearing compared to you.

"Olivia aren't you hot? Sorry but it's really cold in here?" you started shivering.

"No Y/N it's really hot in here, Alex said your temperature was 97° this morning, can I check what it's at now?"

"Um yeah go ahead?" you questioned.

"Shit, 105" Olivia stood up and started rummaging through her bag for her phone “Alex meet us at the hospital"

"Liv" you started to stand up "what's going on?" "LIV" you shouted before you panicked, your vision started to become dizzy and you fainted.

☆

You woke up a few hours later with Alex and Olivia by your side "Oh thank Godness she's awake, hi baby" Alex smiled as she stroked your hair and kissed your forehead.

"Hi honey" you smiled back up at her, grabbing on to her bicep for some strength.

"How did I get here? the last thing I remember was when Olivia came over to the apartment and we were talking" you started to panic but your girlfriend shushed you and calmed you down.

"I drove you" Olivia's voice came from the other side of the room.

"Thank you, you know for getting me here" you smiled slightly, not even much energy.

"No problem" she smiled gently at you "I'll leave you two alone now" Olivia nodded as she made her way out.

"I told you to call me if something happened" Alex sighed as she sat down in the chair next to you.

"It all happened so fast Lex, Olivia woke me up by knocking on the door, I start shivering because I think it's freezing and Olivia comes in with a thick jumper and a scarf and then all of a sudden I'm on the floor" you sighed reaching your hands out to Alex's for her to take.

She nodded, silently telling you she believes you.

"What time is it?" you asked curiously.

Alex looked down at her watch before looking up at you again "about noon" Alex let go of your hands to tucked your hair behind your eyes.

You nodded slowly "are you really gonna sit in that awkward and uncomfortable chair all this time or are you going to get in here and hug your girlfriend who is in the hospital and deserves special treatment" you pouted jokingly.

Alex laughed before making her way around the bed to curl up behind you "What special treatment are you thinking?" she asked rubbing her finger up and down your arm.

"Woah now Cabot" you turned around to face her "let's not get ahead of ourselves" you laughed "I was thinking more kisses and Chinese food" you smiled.

Alex smiled and nodded while swiping her tongue across her bottom lip "Okay" she smiled kissing your forehead, then your cheeks making you squeal and giggle, she then pressed a small kiss to your lips.

"Thank you" you smiled as you turned around again, pulling her arm over your waist as you fell asleep by Alex playing with your hair.

"Love you" you murmured groggily in your sleep making Alex chuckle.

"I love you too sweetheart, go to sleep baby it's okay, I'll be here when you wake up" Alex stamped a kiss in the back of your head making you entirely fall asleep.

#law and order special victims unit #law and order svu #svu x reader #alex cabot x reader #alexandra cabot #alex cabot #stephanie march #alex cabot x you #alexandra cabot x reader #alexandra cabot x you

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geekyarmorel · 1 year

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As a small prompt idea.. maybe RE8 women and what they’d do if their s/o was sick?

Oh yeah I can do that! Let's get into it:

Alcina:

At the first sign of you being sick, she immediately sends you to bed. You're tucked in tightly after given a dose of medicine.

She remembers how it was when she was sick as a human and it worries her but she does her best not to show it.

Has the maids wash everything in the castle top to bottom, she won't have any germs lingering about that could make you sicker.

She does her work quickly so she may come be by your side, giving you kisses on your forehead to soothe you when she joins you in bed.

She has your favorite soup prepared for you, fresh bread made to dip into it.

When she must leave your side due to a meeting or being called by Mother Miranda, she has her girls watch over you.

Any little thing you need she makes sure you have.

Makes sure to have several blankets on hand for when you get cold.

Dots your forehead with a cool cloth to try and help bring down your fever if you have one.

If you take a turn for the worse she practically begs Mother Miranda for her help.

If instead you get better, she breathes a sigh of relief before curling you up in her arms.

"Draga mea, please refrain from getting sick. I don't think my heart can take it."

Even though you are well again, she dotes on you a little longer. Just incase.

Donna:

When one of her dolls report to her that you're acting a little sluggish and coughing she immediately goes to find you.

"Cara mea, come to bed. You need to rest." She says, leading you to your room.

She piles blankets upon you, knowing that the house can be a little to drafty at times. She also closes the curtains so you can find sleep a little easier.

Once she sees that you're all tucked in and settled she heads toward her garden and greenhouse to gather the necessary supplies to make your medicine and favorite teas.

Her dolls keep an eye on you for her, letting her do her work with peace knowing you were okay for now.

When you wake she is there with bowl of soup, medicine, and a glass of water. Donna makes sure you take it all, even helping you spoon the soup into your mouth.

She holds you for a while, letting you doze against her chest. Brushing hair from your face to help soothe you.

Donna makes sure you take your medicine on a strict routine, she doesn't want you to get any sicker.

If she needs help she first consults Moreau, knowing he used to be a doctor. And if that fails her, she brings you to Mother Miranda. She hopes it doesn't come down to you taking the Cadou but if push comes to shove she'd rather ask your forgiveness than your permission.

If you get better she's so thankful, it honestly feels like the whole manor gives a sigh of relief.

She does her best from then on to keep you healthy.

Bela:

She's seen many of the maids sick before and she never really cared. Sure it annoyed her, because sick maids were no fun to pick on. But she never really thought much about it......until you got sick.

It frightened her a little, the way your temperature spiked, the sweat that broke out upon your brow even though you kept insisting that you were cold.

She brought you to her room, tucking you into her bed after stripping you from your old clothes and putting something softer on you.

She fetched medicine for you herself, giving you the appropriate dose before insisting you rest.

Bela stayed by your side as you slept, reading a book and every few pages looking over you to assure herself that you would be okay.

When you wake she has your favorite soup made and brought to you. She makes sure you drink plenty of water as she read it was important for you to stay hydrated.

She piles on every blanket she can find on you if you say you're cold, even stoking her fireplace and adding wood to it to make the room warmer.

Her mother comes in to check on the both of you, assuring her daughter that you would be fine while you dozed.

She's never far from you while your recovering, making sure you don't do anything strenuous.

And once you get better she nearly cries, you have to hold her and assure her that everything is okay. And if she spends the next couple of days in your arms, neither of you say anything about it.

Cassandra:

She's come up behind you to wrap her arms around you when she hears you cough. It was an ugly sound that rattled in your chest.

Quickly she grabs you and swarms you off to her room. She worries at how warm you are, knowing that it means a fever.

She covers you up with thick blankets and stokes her fire hotter.

Cassandra has watched sickness ravage the bodies of her prey and she refuses to let that happen to you.

She grabs the nearest maid and snarls for her to bring you medicine, threatening to chop off her hand if she didn't do it quickly.

She has water and juice brought to you to drink, knowing that you needed to stay hydrated.

She only leaves your side when you sleep, but even then it's only for something quick as she's afraid to leave you for long.

When you wake she has something warm and soft for you to eat, she does her best to coax you to finish the bowl or plate.

If you get worse, she asks Donna for help and if you go to far she goes directly to Mother Miranda.

If you get better she's quite glad you're on the mend, though she does say you aren't allowed to get sick again.

Daniela:

When she found that you were sick she pulls you away and to a warm bath with eucalyptus in it. She had prepared it beforehand for you.

Once she's seen that you're done bathing, she helps dress you in comfy clothes before pulling you to bed.

While in bed she curls herself around you, pressing soothing kisses to your temples.

She makes sure that you take your medicine and drinks plenty of fluids.

Out of her sisters she's the calmest while you're sick, of course she makes herself only focus on that you were going to get better.

She makes sure you at least take a shower each day you're sick. She even holds you in the spray if you don't feel like standing.

If you get worse she takes you directly to Donna and from there she begs Mother Miranda to help you.

If you get better she simply smiles before saying "I knew you'd never leave me. You love me to much."

Mother Miranda:

This woman, bless her, is terrified of you getting sick. In her mind sickness equals death and she can't bare the thought of you dying.

So when she finds that you're sick, she panics on the inside.

She sends you to bed, saying that she'll be there in a little bit.

Knowing she'll never be able to work while being worried about you she heads towards the kitchen to make your favorite soup.

When she comes into the room, she's both glad and a little sad that you're asleep. On one hand it's good you're resting, your body needs to heal. On the other hand she hates that she's going to have to wake you to take your medicine.

Gently she wakes you, helping you sit up and take your dose and eat a few bites of soup. She wishes you would eat more but she knows how one's stomach can feel when sick.

She curls herself around you, tucking a couple wings over the both of you. Her mind is whirling with thoughts of Eva and thoughts of you dying. Her grip on you tightens just a little and it takes some time to push those thoughts out of her head.

When your fever spikes she is there with a cool rag; wiping your brow, neck, and chest. If it keeps going up she pulls you into a cool bath, holding you in her arms. Her heart breaks when you whine about being cold while in the bath.

"I know my love, I know. But your fever is up, we have to get it down. I promise I'll get you warm in a bit."

Once out of the bath she makes sure you're dressed warmly and tucks you back in bed.

If you get worse she nearly begins to lose it. She can't lose you, she WON'T lose you. While she wishes she could have your permission for what she's about to do but she resolves that she'd rather ask for your forgiveness later.

If you get better she, in a rare moment of showing emotions, hugs you to her and cries out of relief.

And if you pass it's said that the entire village heard and shook with her pained screams and cries as she held your limp body in her arms.

#alcina dimitrescu #lady dimitrescu #resident evil village #tall vampire lady #re8 alcina #dimitrescu #mother miranda #donna beneviento #re8 mother miranda #re8 beneviento #re8 bela dimitrescu #bela dimitrescu #cassandra dimitrescu #re8 cassandra #daniela dimitrescu #re8 daniela dimitrescu #geeky writes

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torusdove · 2 years

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// — The way they say "I love you".

Pairings: Suna Rintarō x reader, Oikawa Tōru x reader, Miya Atsumu x reader, Miya Osamu x reader & Akaashi Keiji x reader.

Word count: 0.8k.

Warnings: none.

Author's note: wanna write more!

— With a hoarse voice, under the blankets - Suna Rintarō

Rintarō's eyes have never been too fond of the bright smile the sun greets the earth with. He would much rather prefer twenty-four hours of pure darkness, the moon's brightness contrasting its partner’s. He once went so far as to book a ticket to the southernmost regions on earth, basking in the feeling of eternal dusk – even if it were for a mere week. However, ever since he has been sharing a bed with you, he doesn't seem to mind the sun and her pearly whites as much anymore.In fact, he begs her to wake him up first each night before letting himself fall into a slumber. He savours your mornings the most now: gently waking you up by trailing his finger along the slope of your nose, the chub on your cheeks and by softly pressing his lips to your neck. When you finally awake from your slumber, he never fails to greet you first, "I love you, sweetheart."

— In a letter - Akaashi Keiji

Keiji let his head fall into the palm of his hand, eyes fluttering shut from exhaustion. His body seemed to create its own earthquake: hands trembling, eyes shaking and brows frowning over and over again. The deadline of the upcoming chapter neared quicker than he thought it would. In moments like these, he craved nothing more than the warmth of your arms wrapped around his fragile body. To breathe in the intoxicating smell of your favourite perfume and body lotion – he longed for it badly. Nevertheless, he didn't have that luxury at that moment. Instead, he reached out for an empty piece of paper, hand quick to write down the words he has been meaning to tell you. Though it isn't literally written down, through all of his sentences bleed the words, "I love you, dear. I love you, I love you, I love you."

— Over a beer bottle - Miya Atsumu

Had it been any other moment, you probably would've shoved Tsumu's face out of your way whenever his alcohol breath fanned over your face – he reeked. But then again, so did you. His team had brought home another gold medal, the medallion nonchalantly hanging around your neck while your head rested against the backs of your hands. You could only hear his faint voice in the background, all of his words slurred together into a big mess. Only seconds later do you feel the warmth of two palms pressed against your cheeks, head following their lead. With widened eyes, you make contact with a warm, chocolaty lake. There are tears dangling onto the bottom of his lashes, nothing but sincerity filling up his eyes. For the first time that night, you can make something out of his words, "I love you, so fucking much."

— In a cup of soup, filled with letters - Miya Osamu

It started off with a sore throat, runny nose and pounding head. It didn't take long before you fell into the devilish arms of a high fever. Osamu had tucked you into bed, a cold cloth pressed against your burning forehead and a mug of hot lemon water, mint, ginger and honey beside you on the nightstand. After feeling a weight pressing down onto your head, you opened your eyes groggily. There stood Osamu, a soft smile curled into the corners of his mouth and a wooden tray in his hands. He fluffed up your pillows as you tried your best to sit up again, the platter placed onto your lap seconds later. With a weak smile, you looked into the bowl of soup, noticing the floating letters that formed the words Osamu had never been afraid to whisper into your ears, "I love you. Get well soon."

— As you huddle together, the storm raging outside - Oikawa Tōru

Moving to Argentina meant hot summers filled with beach volleyball, melting popsicles, the laughter of children and mother nature that restored the high temperatures with a raging monsoon once in a while. Tonight, she once again took it upon herself to restore the equilibrium. So, as per usual, you and Tōru quickly drove back to your place when it started to softly drizzle after a well day spent at the beach. There was no time wasted as you rinsed your bodies off together before changing into your matching pyjamas. When you walked into the bedroom, Tōru had already opened up the balcony, waiting for you on the floor with a blanket wrapped around him. You saw how the blanket opened up the second his ears caught the noise of you coming closer. Straddling his lap, you nuzzled into his warmth while watching the sky lighten up before a thundering sound echoed over the edges of the world. With his lips pressed against your forehead and his arms tightly wrapped around you, he whispered the words tenderly, "Te amo, mi amor."

#suna x reader #oikawa x reader #atsumu x reader #osamu x reader #akaashi x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyu fluff #ink.

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19180901 · 1 year

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OMGGGGG, ANOTHER NINJAGO BLOGGG, HIII !!

Okay, so I got a request :)

Can I request a Bentho x sick gn reader ??

CUZ LIKE I REALLY LOVEEE BENTHO !!!!

HELLO HII YOU DONT KNOW HOW HAPPY I AM RN YOURE MY FIRST REQUEST?? OMG IM SO EXCITED LIK LITERALLY I WAS JUMPIN AROUND MY HOUSE BECAUSE I WAS SO HAPPY

BITCH YOU DELETED MY DEPRESSION WITH ONE CLICK ISTG

anD yes gotta love our baby boy benthomaar <333 i love him sm it hurts ugh why is he so cute im gonna slap him into space wtf

anyways i gotta be aesthetic again so hope you enjoy this😋😋

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⤵ ALL THAT YOU ARE...

. . 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 .ᐟ

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✣ . Benthomaar x sick!gn!reader

No warnings, just a few kissy kisses but it's all just tooth-rotting fluff <3

All of this happens before the resurrecting Wojira thing and Benthomaar becoming king. King Trimaar is still alive and so is Kalmaar (unfortunately).

ㅤ- <3

"Love, I can't let you go out like this!"

You groaned in response as Benthomaar, your beloved and caring boyfriend pushed you back in bed like some toddler that searched for some snack at 3:00 am. It wasn't that bad! Just a few coughs and a bit of temperature but nothing deadly...

"You are burning! We can't go pick corals if you're sick. You're gonna stay here until you are well again, end of discussion." He scolded you and tucked you into bed. You pouted your lips at him and crossed your arms.

"But-" "No buts. Stay here, I'm gonna get you chicken soup." You sighed as dramatically as possible and he just smiled at you. Before he could leave though, you grabbed his hand.

"I don't want you to go. Can you stay? Please?" You asked with the best puppy eyes you could pull out. You internally cringed at how cliché your current situation was.

“I'm not gonna leave, okay? I'll get you some medications and soup. I'll be back real soon," he reassured you and pat your head. He can see that you were a bit disappointed that he was leaving you alone. "Y/n, let me take care of you. I want to help you." He smiled the brightest and most adorable smile you've ever seen in your entire life and he kissed your forehead ever so gently. You melted at his affectionate gestures. Gosh, what did you do to have such a perfect lover?

He left you and went out the ridiculously huge doors of his room to get you the chicken soup and meds.

About 20 minutes later, he came back with said items on a tray, plus a glass of water. He sat next to next to you and took out the medicine and gavd it to you. You sat up and ate it with the water.

You were about to take the soup, but a certain prince took it before you could.

You raised an eyebrow at him and he smiled at you. "Say aah~ !" He took a spoonful of the soup and held it up to your mouth, waiting for you to eat it (drink it?).

Your face reddened and you tried to hide your blush with your hand. "Bentho, I can eat it by myself! You don't need to do all of this for me..."

"Of course I do. I want to feed you, wether you're fully capable of doing it yourself or not." Could he get any more adorable?

You complied, rather bashfully, and he fed you the soup.

Once you were done, he put the bowl on the tray and placed it on the bedside table.

"You know you could've just rang the kitchen and they would have come to give you the things." He chuckled and answered you, "I know, but I wanted to do everything by myself for you."

"Wait, you made the soup?" You asked, surprised.

"Of course. Why are you surprised?"

"Since when do you know how to cook?"

"There's a whole lot of stuff I can do that you don't know about."

He giggled at the impressed look displayed all over your face. He took your hand and intertwined your fingers, before resting his face in the crook of your neck.

"I love you, Y/n." You could feel him smile against your neck.

"I love you more, Prince Benthomaar of the underwater kingdom Merlopia." You giggled, taking your other hand and playing with his hair.

You stopped when you realized something.

"Hey! You're gonna get sick too if you stay too close to me!" You tried to move yourself away from him, but he hugged your waist and layed on the bed, taking you with him.

"Hmm, so what? You're also going to take care of me, won't you?" He laughed and you just blushed furiously.

"I mean, yeah but-" You tried to reason, but he cut you off and buried his face in your neck, once more.

"Then I have no reason to worry about me getting sick." He turned you around, and kissed you sweetly on the lips. "I just want you by my side."

"I'm always by your side, Bentho." You tittered and he smiled that cute smile of his.

"I meant physically."

"I know, I just wanted to mess with you."

He chuckled, and you kissed his cheek.

"I love you."

"You already said that"

"And I'll say it again." He pinched your cheeks and beamed at you. "I love you so, so much Y/n. More than I could put into words."

You snickered and hugged him before replying, "As do I, my love."

The next day came, and you woke up to Benthomaar sitting up, wildly coughing and sneezing.

You sighed. "I told you you shouldn't have been staying too close to me."

He looked at your awake figure and smiled sheepishly.

He was so sweet and you loved him, but man did he need to start listening to you more.

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⤴ ...IS ALL THAT I'LL EVER NEED.

WOO I MANAGED TO FINISH IT IN ONE DAY!! Hope you liked it! :) I was internally dying while writing this. I love this dude SO MUCH BRO

#ninjago #benthomaar x reader #lego ninjago #benthomaar #crying rn #I LOVE HIM SO MUCHGHDH #x reader #ninjago fluff

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cc-cobalt-1043 · 2 years

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Warm, part 1:

This will focus a bit more on Cobalt's own batchmates but don't fret, there'll still be some bad batch action in there.

Sigma squad) Blastbolt, Bluestreak and Gunfire), Gamma squad ( Mortar, Ando, Racket and Ace) as well as the Beta twins (Crest and Kite) were relaxing in their barracks when Nala se appeared in the doorway.

The cadets threw aside what they were doing (quite literally in the twins' case) and stood at attention.

"I trust you are all well cadets." Nala se said looking at each of them.

"Yes mistress." The cadets all chorused in unison.

Blastbolt suddenly noticed movement from behind Nala se.

"Come CC-1043 it is time for you to meet your new unit." Nala se said ushering a small form forward.

In front of them stood a tiny cadet who could be no older than five, he had light brown chestnut hair as well as dark blue eyes that looked all over the large room.

He also had a very shy but eager smile on his face.

"H-Hello." He said giving a very shy wave.

"CC-1043 shall be apart of the sigma unit as a replacement for CC-6737." Nala se said.

The members of Sigma squad flinched visibly at the mention of Catcher's number but didn't say anything.

"He is the fifth and final member of the sigma batch and I hope you will all help him acclimate to his new unit." Nala se said looking at Sigma squad.

"Yes sir." The three cadets replied.

"Good, lights out shall commence shortly, please show CC-1043 to his bunk, goodnight." Nala se said before walking out the room and leaving the others with a very nervous 1043.

The moment she had left nine sets of eyes fell onto 1043.

"So you're Catcher's replacement." Gunfire said looking at the much smaller cadet.

"Umm, yes it appears so, I'm CC-1043, very nice to meet you all." 1043 said.

Blastbolt approached 1043 with a warm smile.

"I'm Blastbolt squad leader, this is Bluestreak and Gunfire, that's Gamma squad's leader Mortar and his squamates Ando, Racket and Kite, and those two are the Beta twins Crest and Kite." Blastbolt said pointing to each cadet as he said their name.

Not long after greetings and a few hugs (mainly from the twins) were given the chime that signified lights out sounded.

"C'mon newbie, bedtime." Blastbolt said taking a hold of 1043's hand and leading him over to Catcher's old bunk.

1043 got into the bed and Blastbolt tucked him in before away.

1043 closed his eyes and soon fell asleep wondering what the weeks would bring.

The next few weeks were intense and tiring as training soon began for the cadets.

The simulations were getting tougher, bit to mention Sigma squad had to adjust to having a fourth member again, especially one who was at least 3 years younger than them.

A few times 1043 snuck out the barracks after curfew to try and improve his skills, this resulted in 99 finding him up late one night and having to bring him back.

However that also resulted in 1043 finally getting his name, his name was now Cobalt.

Sleeping in random places had become more of a habit for them as their training intensified, although some of these had become rather hazardous, Ando had nearly drowned in his soup bowl when he fell asleep at dinner and even Crest with all his energy had yawned, none of them even knew he could yawn.

Although some of the accidents were funny, Kite falling onto Ace who fell onto Mortar like a set of sleepy dominoes had made Racket snort juice up his nose.

The twins rolling out of their bunk and landing on Blastbolt had made Bluestreak, Gunfire and Cobalt positively howl with laughter.

Cobalt himself once fell from his bunk onto the floor and stayed asleep, it wasn't till Crest got up late that night to use the bathroom did anyone notice and tuck him back in bed.

Cobalt himself was absolutely exhausted, being smaller and younger than than the others already meant he got tired quicker, but add the training into the equation and he was absolutely shattered.

Some nights he'd practically fall asleep while in the middle of some game or even reading and one of the others would have to carry him to his bunk.

They'd also lost all sense of bunk arrangements and pretty much slept in whatever bunk was the closest at the time, this resulted in a few odd sleeping partners and some confusing wake up calls.

Ando had almost smothered Ace when he'd rolled on top of him when they were sharing a bunk.

Bluestreak himself had been so tired he couldn't even find it in himself to chuckle when he found Cobalt leeched to his side for the third time that week.

For some reason the kid always managed to find his way into his bunk.

After two months the back to back simulations stopped only to be replaced by something far worse, individual testing.

Whatever brother had been called that day also looked terrified and sad when called and always returned looking beaten and tired.

There was an unspoken rule not to ask what happened, but simply be there when said brother returned.

It was no different when Cobalt was taken.

Everyone was on standby by the time an exhausted Cobalt stumbled his way into the barracks.

When Cobalt came back from testing he just looked like he wanted to sleep...for a week.

Most of the others were absolutely exhausted from their own tests and were slumped in bunks in pairs of ones or two's, but those that were able to managed to give him encouraging smiles.

It worked somewhat as Cobalt managed to twitch his lips into a smile and managed a small wave like to signal he was okay, only for both to drop a second later as though his limbs were made of lead, to Cobalt it felt like they were.

Bluestreak felt his body twitch in Cobalt's direction as the kid seemed to linger in the middle of the room as the chime for lights out went off.

Bluestreak wanted to go over to the kid, scoop him up in his arms and hug him, but he was held back by the Idea that Cobalt may not want him to.

Mentally he was begging the kid to come over to one of them so he knew someone would take care of the kid tonight.

But Cobalt stood still in the middle of the room twisting his fingers and biting his lip as he glanced around the room at all his brothers watching him.

Bluestreak watched all of this from where he lay in his bunk quietly seething at himself for not doing a damm thing.

All this time thinking about how he'd help Cobalt only to lie here like a useless lump when Cobalt actually made it back.

Cobalt made eye contact with Blastbolt who gave him an encouraging nod.

That seemed to give Cobalt whatever it was he needed permission for to finally begin moving from the middle of the room.

Looking both physically and mentally exhausted Cobalt walked over to Bluestreak's bunk.

The two stared at each other owlishly for a beat.

Cobalt then blinked a few times before looking at Blastbolt who gave him another nod.

Whatever that meant it seemed to finally get the kid to react by crawling into the bed without asking for permission first.

This was nothing new for any of them but Cobalt was always hesitant about going into other people's space.

Bluestreak lay there stunned as the kid made a little nest in the blankets and burrowed down into them like a cave creature.

He knew everyone's eyes were on him and the kid but he only had eyes for the lump of blanket that had just crawled into bed next to him.

"Cobalt?" Bluestreak asked looking at the blankets.

"Yeah." Cobalt replied, his voice rather muffled by the blankets on his head.

"You sure you want to sleep here tonight?" Bluestreak asked.

"Yep." Came the sleepy reply followed by a large yawn.

Bluestreak blinked and looked at Cobalt.

"Wouldn't you rather sleep with Blastbolt or Gunfire?" Bluestreak asked.

"Hmm, not tonight." Cobalt mumbled from somewhere under his nest.

Bluestreak heard some smothered giggles from the bunk the twins were sharing and made sure to shake a fist at them since there was no way Cobalt could see them through all those blankets on his head.

Mortar at least seemed to take some mercy on Bluestreak and the situation and he called out his goodnights to everyone before switching off the lights, a subtle yet not so subtle order for them to shut up and go to sleep.

With it dark Bluestreak felt less conscious about his new bedmate and relaxed back into the sheets, careful not to jostle the lump beside him.

It was a little hard to see in the dark but Bluestreak could see a small curled up figure somewhere among the nest and he could gear the sounds of soft, steady breathing from underneath.

Good, he hasn't suffocated yet.

"Cobalt." He tried keeping his voice as soft as possible so he didn't wake any other sleeping brothers.

"Yeah Bluestreak." Came the muffled reply.

"Are you sure you don't want to go sleep with one of the others?" Bluestreak asked.

"Yep." Cobalt replied simply.

"How come, I'm not exactly the most comforting, Blastbolt is far better than me in that department." Bluestreak said.

The blankets shifted as Cobalt shuffled closer to Bluestreak.

"You're safe." Cobalt replied.

"We're all safe, none of us would ever hurt you, not on purpose anyway, Ando is just a heavy sleeper." Bluestreak said slightly confused.

"No, I mean... you'll keep me safe, you said so yourself, as squad medic I'll strive my best to keep you all safe." Cobalt replied quoting what Bluestreak had told him a couple of weeks ago.

Bluestreak stared in suprise at those words, yes he said them and he definitely meant them but he didn't think Cobalt would take his words so seriously.

But at the same time Bluestreak felt his heart warm up at the fact he had, as well as the the fact that out of all nine of them Cobalt had specifically seeked him out when he could have suck out Blastbolt or one of the others.

Bluestreak's entire life was about fulfilling his duty and if it was also his duty to protect Cobalt then he would gladly do that for him.

"Alright vod'ika I'll keep you safe tonight." Bluestreak cooed in a very soft and gentle voice.

He then blinked in suprise as Cobalt's body snuggled closer under the blankets and effectively wedged himself into his side.

"You're also very warm." Cobalt added after a moment, not even the blankets could hide the sleepiness in his voice. "I like the warm, the labs were always so cold"

His voice then drifted off as his body uncurled from the tight ball he'd been pressed into, seconds later Bluestreak heard him give off a long yawn and Bluestreak felt him relax into a deep sleep.

Bluestreak risked a peek under the blanket and saw a content smile on Cobalt's face as he slept peacefully, his chest rising and falling as he breathed in his sleep.

Bluestreak smiled and placed the blankets back over Cobalt before curling up to him.

"Goodnight vod'ika, sweet dreams." Bluestreak said lying down gently and falling asleep a few moments later.

To be continued.

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fiorserpen · 1 month

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[ 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 ] : receiver notices sender looking at them longingly. ( misa to soryn )

" you get comfortable right there and i will be back soon with soup, okay? " soryn smiles, kissing her forehead and heading into the kitchen. they've been happy to take care of her during her sabbatical from modeling, even whenever she falls ill with a cold. right now, she's curled up on the couch, bundled up in blankets. soryn wanted her to stay in bed but she wanted to watch movies and cuddle up against them, and, usually, misa got what misa wanted. they don't mind obliging her, they just wish she'd get more rest! rest always does the human body good. and now she's hungry, which is good, so soryn offered to make soup for her.

soryn decides to make something fairly quick and definitely easy: chicken noodle soup. it seems to be what a lot of humans enjoy when they're under the weather. getting the noodles, chicken broth and seasonings from the pantry, they cast a glance toward misa as they head back into the kitchen, just a cursory glance to make sure she's still okay, and they stop just inside of the kitchen. are... are they imagining things? are their eyes playing tricks on them? never before has someone looked at soryn with longing, such yearning. they would look back to double check, but her attention is probably already back in the television. were they merely imagining that look in her eyes? is it wishful thinking? soryn sets everything on the counter, unsure. it's... no, no, surely it's only wishful thinking. they saw only what they wanted to see. there's no way they have a chance with someone as sweet and kind and wonderful and beautiful as the misa amane.

...right?

the demon's mind runs a mile a minute as they resume their meal preparation in the kitchen. of course they don't have a chance. what a silly and stupid thing to believe. they sigh softly to themself and shake their head. she's an amazing human being and they're, well, them. a demon. though misa knows well enough about that by now, soryn is sure she wouldn't want them because of that. of course she wouldn't. and yet... despite what seems like the high probability that she could never want them, they do want her. they want to be hers and they want her to be theirs, together forever. or rather... until misa passes of old age. that day will come and it'll hurt, soryn knows that. they also know of that age old quote, ''tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all'. despite their own silly worries, she did look longingly at them, didn't she? maybe... they do have a chance.

soryn soon finished in the kitchen, bringing with them a piping hot bowl of soup, a folded dish towel tucked under their arm. they gaze warmly down at her, a gentle smile forming on their lips. they say that when you look at someone you love, your pupils dilate, and soryn's pupils are in fact dilated, because gods, they love misa. they kiss her fever-warmed forehead and place the folded towel in her hands before placing the bowl atop the towel, just so she wouldn't have to worry about burning her hands.

" here you go, misa. homemade soup, just for you. " because there's little soryn wouldn't do for her.

#man. i love them.#soryn just. looking lovingly @ her bc they've got it bad for her #to be fair tho who wouldn't #that's misa #ic: soryn.#verse | main: soryn.#rigelig

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teashopwritingzz · 2 years

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I love your writings a lot! Could you do one on where (male) reader gets sick and Rook/Jamil/Cater/Floyd takes care of them while they're ill?

Oh I don't think I've gotten sick reader hcs yet! I'll definitely do this request! ^^

Here's your order! Four cups of tea; One French Vanilla Black Tea, one Lavender Chai Tea, Raspberry Iced Tea, and one Honeysuckle Iced Tea! Enjoy~!

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Rook Hunt

~ He was quite the worried hunter when he didn’t spot you anywhere at school! He assumed you just didn’t want to go to school, and that simply won’t do!

~ But when getting to Ramshackle and you opened the door, your sick face nearly made him gasp. Oh you just looked miserable, he felt so bad! No this simply won’t do, he thought to himself.

~ Since he was already here, he had the idea of taking care of you himself! Not to worry, he’s taken care of his many younger siblings so he knows a thing or two!

~ Once he has you tucked in and kept you nice and warm with many blankets, he’ll go about whipping up some food for you. Warm, creamy soup will get that sickness out of you in no time, and he’ll make sure that you’re properly taken care of!

Jamil Viper

~ He had heard the news from your first year friends that you didn’t show up to class today. He had assumed you just didn’t want to show up at first, but that wasn’t exactly like you. Maybe he should go see for himself?

~ Well, that’s what he just did. He visited Ramshackle after school(claiming he had an important duty so Kalim wouldn’t follow him) and after going inside, he was met with you slouched and spread out on your couch, looking... Well rather awful.

~ He eventually found out you were sick! That explained why you didn’t show up. But don’t worry, he’ll help nurse you back to health in no time! He’s taken care of a sick Kalim before so he knows what he’s doing! Firstly, he’ll help you get tucked into your bed to keep you warm while he goes to fetch you some warm soup.

~ And as he changes the towel on your forehead every so often, pressing his palm to feel your temperature, he can’t help but feel warm in the face himself. He at first just thinks that the room is warm or he could be catching your fever, but that flushed face of his means it’s definitely something else.

Cater Diamond

~ He had planned to bring you to the afternoon’s Unbirthday Party to spend time with you, but he couldn’t find you anywhere in the school! He was a little worried, and so after a lot of pleading and convincing Riddle, he was allowed to go find you.

~ But upon entering the Ramshackle dorm almost unannounced, he was met with your sick state, sniffling and coughing. What happened, you look and feel awful! That explains why he didn’t see you at all today.

~ But with a cheery smile, he’ll guide you to your couch while stating that there’s nothing to worry about! He’ll nurse you back to health! ... Right after a quick “oh no my friend is sick!” selfie.

~ Hope you like noodles because he’ll make you a warm, hearty bowl of ramen! If you don’t like spicy foods, he’ll make sure to make it mild just for you! It’s sort of like the typical soup you eat when you’re sick, right? He’ll grin as he holds up the spoon of broth, making sure you say “aah” before letting you taste it.

Floyd Leech

~ He definitely noticed you being missing from the class and with the mind of Floyd, he thought you were skipping class. How bad of you, Shrimpy~ He’ll do the same thing after his first period to go look for you, maybe he’ll skip with you!

~ He couldn’t find you around the school, so a quick trip to Ramshackle would have to do. And he was right, you were still in bed! Were you sleeping in, he dos that all the time too! But, why were you sniffing?

~ He goes to see, but is shocked to find you all sick and stuff! What happened, how did you get like this? Or were you crying instead? You have to explain that you have a cod before he starts to assume someone made you cry.

~ He’ll have no idea what to do with your sickly form, but Jade’s taken care of him when he would get sick, maybe he can copy what Jade does? But unfortunately that leads to Floyd spoon feeding you warm water and plopping wet, warm towels on your face. This one definitely needs to be taught how to treat a sick person.

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#disney twisted wonderland x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #male reader #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt #pomefiore #jamil viper x reader #jamil viper #scarabia #cater diamond x reader #cater diamond #heartslabyul #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech #octavinelle

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xtodorcki · 3 years

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could you make a picture of Levi or Eren, where he is sick and y/n takes care of him? love your imagines ❤️

“Sick Days,” Eren & Levi Headcanon

The only gif of Levi and Eren I could find. Its fitting ;)

Summary: Levi and Eren’s s/o taking care of them when they’re sick

Warnings: none none

Levi:

It had shocked you to see when Levi had gotten sick, he’s usually the healthiest between the both of you plus he made sure everything was always clean and spotless. He would always go overboard to make sure anything wasn’t even slightly dirty, he was beyond picky.

Definitely a germ freak. Hated anything dirty or germ related.

But the day he suddenly caught a bad case of the cold, you were quick to force him to stay in bed and take a few days off until he was better.

It led to him bickering with you, him refusing to stay in bed and do nothing. He hated to lay around when there was work to be done but you argued with him until he finally gave in.

You had walked into the bedroom, holding a tray with a variety of things laid up on top of it. You seen him cuddled underneath the blankets like baby, his tired eyes moving to look at you when you walked into the room.

“You feeling okay?” You quietly asked, setting the tray down on the bedside table and sat at the edge of the bed, leaning over to caress his cheek.

“Eh.. but get any closer and you’ll end up getting sick too.”

“I don’t care about that, I care about you getting better.” You rolled your eyes, moving the blankets and gesturing him to sit up.

“I got you soup and tea, just how you like it.” You moved the pillows up against the headboard for him to lean back on comfortably, his eyes looking at you and he gave you a small smile.

When you had handed over the steaming hot bowl of soup, you had sat beside him and ate a simple sandwich, glancing over at him from time to time. You could tell how frustrated he was with being sick, his nose too stuffy to even breathe and the lingering sore throat that made him want to cough every few seconds.

Now you can see why he’s such a germ freak, he turns into a angry child when he’s sick. You laughed under your breath at the thought, leaning forward to grab his cup of tea and hand it over to him.

“What are you laughing at?” His voice was low yet very groggy, you could barely tell it was his own voice.

“Nothing nothing, you just act like a big baby when you’re sick.” He grunted at your response, giving you a cold stare and another laughed slipped out.

“Whatever, maybe you should get sick then.” He said with amusement, your head automatically shaking as he stared at you.

“No thank you, Captain. This one is all you.” You had put all the dishes back on the tray, grabbing the medicine you had brought and handed it over to him.

He let out a baby like whine, his eyebrows furrowing at the sight of the medicine, already wanting to gag without even tasting it yet. You scoffed at him, opening up the bottle and poured the liquid into the small cup and held it out for him.

“I don’t want to take that.” He groaned, crossing his arms over his chest and you raised your eyebrows at the little fit he was throwing.

“Levi, you’re not five. Take the damn medicine.” You rolled your eyes, grabbing his hand and forced him to grab onto the small cup.

“But this medicine is so disgusting.”

“I don’t care, take it before I force it down your throat.” His eyes went wide at your response, mumbling curse words under his breath as he stared at the liquid.

He scrunched up his face, not wanting to even have a tiny taste of it on his tongue but the look on your face was a bit more scarier than having to take this medicine so he quickly chugged it down, almost gagging at the taste and reached over for a cup of water to take afterwards.

You held back a laugh at how dramatic he was, setting everything to the side and lifted up the blankets for him to lay back down. You tucked the blankets around him, brushing the small strands of his hair off his forehead.

“I hate you for that.” He said dramatically, making you gently pinch his cheek on purpose and smiled.

“Quit being a baby, taking the medicine will make you better faster.”

“So? It’s nasty, I rather stay sick than take that.”

“Okay, big baby.” You responded, standing up straight and you felt his hand wrap around your wrist gently.

“Stay in bed with me, please.” He said, making your heart swell up and you simply nodded.

You had climbed into bed beside him, hearing him cough made you cringe but when he moved himself over to cuddle into you like the baby he is, his head on your chest and his arms secured around your waist, it had made your heart flutter.

You didn’t really mind him being this close, you didn’t really care if you would get sick, as long as you made him feel better- that’s all that mattered to you. Your fingertips had traced shapes on his back before moving up to massage his scalp, instantly making him fall asleep on top of you.

Soft snores had left his parted lips, his arms still tightly around you and you glanced down at his sleeping state. You continued to brush your fingers through his hair, trying to lay completely still because you were afraid of waking him, he needed the sleep.

Even though he was sick, you thought it was cute of him to be extra clingy and dramatic, it was definitely an experience to deal with him and try to take care of him without him throwing any fits.

You planted a kiss at the top of his head, making sure the blankets were pulled up enough to cover him up and your eyes had stayed on him, making sure he was sleeping peacefully.

Eren:

(Adult Eren hereee)

Eren was an idiot at times, at one point he was fully convinced that being a titan meant he was almsot untouchable and he could heal from pretty much anything.

That is until he got sick.

He stayed out training one day while it poured down with rain, making him completely soaked and cold but he continued until he felt like he was done with training.

The next day, he woke up almost coughing up a lung which woke you up. You rolled over in the bed, shooting him a tired yet dirty look at how badly he was coughing and blowing into a tissue.

His bright eyes had moved over to look at you, his nose red and the guilt written across his face when he noticed he woke you up.

“I told you that you were going to get sick from being out there last night.” You scoffed under your breath, ripping the blankets off of your body and stood up.

“I don’t need a lecture, Y/N.” He mumbled, wiping his nose and you looked over at him.

“You’re a pain sometimes. If you listened to me, you wouldn’t be in so many shit situations, babe.” You teased him, moving down to ruffle up his already messy hair.

He groaned, trying to slap your hand away from his head and you grabbed a hold of his chin to look up at you. You could tell how tired he was, his lips parted open as he stared up at you, a small smirk coming across his lips.

“Are you going to take care of me, hm?” He asked, making you roll your eyes playfully and let go of his chin.

“Why should I? You never listen to me anyways.” You teased, making him place a hand over his chest like he was offended.

“Oh c’mon, you know how great you’ll look in a Nurse outfit taking care of me.” He fake pouted, giving you a puppy eyed look and you stared at him.

“Definitely not wearing a Nurse outfit for you.”

“Why not?” He whined, his large hands reaching up to grab onto your hands and pull you closer to the edge of the bed.

“Just shut up, you should be worried about getting better and resting.” You leaned down to press a kiss to his forehead and he sighed loudly at your response.

You smiled down at him, moving your hands away and stood up straight. You had fixed his shirt that you were wearing and turned around to go towards the kitchen in the small house you owned not too far from the scouts main base.

Eren had stayed in bed, pouting and having his arms crossed over his chest while you made some tea and a small breakfast. While everything was cooking, Eren had walked out of the bedroom, wrapped up in a blanket as he huddled towards the couch.

“Why aren’t you in bed?”

“Because I missed you.” He said sweetly, making you shoot him a amused look as he cuddled up on the couch, his eyes looking over at you in the kitchen.

You couldn’t help but grow soft at how cute he looked on the couch with the blankets wrapped around him, it was even wrapped around his head.

After everything was done, you set it all on the coffee table in front of him and sat beside him as he blew into another tissue, making you cringe at the noise.

“Take medicine first, please.” You handed over the medicine and he surprisingly took it with no issue, you were convinced he would throw a fit over it.

But when he took it, obviously this being his first time trying it, his face completely scrunched up and he looked as if he was going to spit it out but realized he couldn’t. He forced himself to swallow, almsot gasping for air and coughing.

“So dramatic.” You mumble, shaking your head as he reached over for the cup of hot tea and took some sips.

“That was the worst thing I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.” He coughed again, taking a few more sips and gave you a dirty look like you were at fault for the medicine being nasty.

“Please, quit being a child and eat.”

He had grumbled a few words under his breath, making you look over at him before eating the small breakfast. Eren had opened up the blankets, wrapping it around the both of you as he stayed close beside you.

He didn’t hesitate to eat, you could tell he was starving at the way he was eating so quickly. You had to remind him to slow down and take his time but he never listens— that’s why he was sick.

“Thank you, gorgeous.” He leaned over to kiss your cheek and you glanced over at him.

“Be careful, I don’t wanna get sick.” He looked at you like he was offended again, his eyebrows raising in amusement.

He suddenly had tackled you down on the couch, his arms wrapping around your body and peppered sloppy kisses all over your face, making you place your hands on his bare chest to try to pull him off.

“Eren, stop it!”

He stopped to look down at you, his eyes lighting up and a small smile on his face but as the pounding headache started to hurt his head more than it did before, he couldn’t help but cuddle into you like a giant baby, keeping the blankets around the both of you.

“I’m sorry for not listening to you.”

“Why are you saying sorry now?” You asked him, glancing down as his head laid on your chest and your fingers brushed through his soft hair.

“Because I feel like shit.”

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tooweirdforyou · 3 years

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When The OP Boys Are Sick

A/N : idk enjoy. And honestly all of them would be very needy for attention :p

Includes : Kid, Law, Luffy, CAVENDISH 🤍 and Bartolomeo.

Summary : how these five boys react when they’re sick in bed.

Luffy

Luffy is a child so he wants attention, but he’ll be the wailing, sobbing type. If he isn’t, then he’s the drunk type.

“[NAAAAMEEEE]! I WANT MEAT!..”

The poor rubber boy suddenly became weak and falls back into bed with a thud, his face exploding in the burning fever he was having.

“Luffy..” you sigh in exasperation, rushing over and checking his temperature before tucking him back in. “Sanji’s making you some soup, with small bites of chicken, you can’t have big cooked meat yet.”

Luffy cries out in agony dramatically, wailing at the thought of no meat and groans. “I WANT MEATTTT! Get me meat nowww!”

Your head began to ring with Luffy’s cries, his tears staining his cheeks and pillow, while his snot began to fill up and drip down his nose. His sniffles were heard and you can tell Nami was slowly fuming outside the room from Luffy’s childish cries.

You just smile softly and go over to your Captain, placing your hand in his and leaned close, pressing your forehead to his.

The action made Luffy stop as he quieted down and stares at you with teary eyes and small sniffles.

“Luffy, your fever is slowly but surely going down. If you relax, rest and eat Sanji’s delicious soup then you’ll be better by tomorrow afternoon. I’ll spend some beli’s to get you meat, okay?”

Luffy’s teary eyes slowly went away and a hopefully and starry glint shined in them. “..really?”

“Yes, now relax and get some rest, alright? When Sanji’s done with your soup, I’ll bring it to you.”

Luffy then plasters a wide grin and and chuckles eagerly. “Shishishi~ okay!~” he sang out, gripping the blanket and shutting his eyes.

You shake your head playfully at how easily he listened and just smiled at him, letting him rest.

“Good night, Luffy.”

Law

Law is the strong silent type, so he won’t say anything, he’s just all shy and embarrassed easily when he’s sick~

“It’s amazing that even you can get sick.”

Your lips curve up in amusement as you sat in the chair beside Law’s bed, said male currently resting upon it with shallow breathing and shut eyes.

Your legs were crossed and in your hand was a good book you were reading. The appearance was similar to Law’s whenever you were sick and honestly, it made you feel prideful and great to have the roles reversed.

“Shut up..” Law turns away onto his side to hide his face which was surely pink, but not due to the fever.

You giggle at him and set your book to the side and lean closer to him. “Don’t be embarrassed, Law, everyone gets sick once in a while. Even doctors.” You tease, making the poor boy flush further as he clicks his tongue.

“Stop talking. Leave, I’m sleeping now.”

You just giggle further and stand up. “Fine, I’ll be back with some soup for you. You want bread with it?”

Law pales and he gives a sharp look to you with the tilt of his head. “I swear if you try that, I’ll-“

“Yeah, yeah. See you in a bit.” You roll your eyes playfully and went to walk away when Law grabs your hand.

“What is it-“

With force, Law pulls you back to the bed and into it beside him, and he turns to wrap his arms around your torso.

Your back is facing him so you can’t see his face but his tight grip on your waist and legs around yours let’s you know you aren’t going anywhere.

“Stay.”

“You literally just said to-“

“I know what I said! Now I want you to stay!”

He buries his face into the neck and hair and inhaled your scent a bit, relaxing his grip and just held your closer.

“Just stay with me..”

Kid

Kid is literally a giant ass toddler who wants nothing but attention, but his stubborn ass will act all strong and tough.

“Fuck off! Leave me alone! Come in here and I’ll rip you to shreds and blow you to guts!”

Kid’s loud yells and scowl made the poor lackey outside the door jump in fear and scurry off with his life flashing.

You gave a sympathetic expression to him and exhale, mentally cursing Killer for insisting the Captain to let him take care of those Pirates yesterday, only for Kid to be stubborn and take care of it himself.

It lasted longer than intended since various sea kings appeared and the snow appearing just made it much worse, and now, Kid was sick.

Knocking on the door twice, you wait for a response before letting yourself in.

“OI! DID YOU NOT HEAR ME?! I SAID!-“

“Alright, stop yelling already.” Your voice interrupts, slamming the door shut behind you and tossing a cool towel in Kid’s face.

The red head scowls when the towel drops onto his lap when he sat up and scoffs when he sees you. “Get out. Your face irritates me.”

“Thanks.” You lazily smile at him and walk closer towards the bed, setting down a fresh glass of water and some meds for him. “Here, take these.”

Kid eyes the items you set down and turns away. “No way. That shit is disgusting.” The visible sweat forming on his face makes you sigh as you grab a cloth and wipe it gently, much to Kid’s dismay.

“This shit is what will let you get out of bed, Captain dumbass, now take it.” You say, pulling away and Kid narrows his eyes. “What’d you say?!”

“I said-!”

Kid’s rough pull when he grasps your wrist is enough to yank you into his lap and he’s quick to pin you down to the bed.

He smirks down at you before dropping his weight onto yours, successfully crushing you and eliciting a painful grunt from you.

“Agh, get off me, Kid, I have to go help Killer-!”

“Too bad, I have to rest in order to get better, so that’s what I’m doing. You’re stuck here until then.” Kid says, adjusting a bit so both him and you were comfortable as he continues to lay sprawled on top of you.

You hiss and curse into his ear but Kid pays no mind and quite easily falls asleep, making you groan in annoyance and just lay there, exhaling heavily until Killer came in.

“...you’re so fucking heavy..”

Cavendish

Oi.. clingy baby omg- Cavendish is precious and so adorable because he’ll want nothing more than to just sleep but with you in his arms. Just pray Hakuba doesn’t show up.

“Come, [Name]! Lay down with yours truly and provide me your body warmth!”

“No.”

Cavendish is visibly shocked when you refuse him and he springs up rather quickly, causing dizziness to form in his aching head. “Ack-“

You heave a sigh and push the tall blonde down on his back and switch the wet rag on his forehead for a fresh one.

“If I lay down with you, I’ll get sick. Who will watch after you then?”

Cavendish merely puffs his cheeks out in defeat and exhales heavily, feeling his forehead burning up despite the chills his body was receiving.

“I’m tired and cold and hot and hungry at the same time!” Cavendish cries out in pure frustration, making you smile at his pain, you patting his chest gently.

“I know, Caven.” You hush out in a soft voice, rubbing soothing circles on the back of his hand while the others played with his hair.

You pulled the covers up to his shoulders and let him rant on exhaustedly before slowly drowsing off with your delicate touches.

Just as he was about to completely pass and sleep, he mumbles out a few words at the end of his rant.

“...thank you.. [Name]..”

Bartolomeo

Bartolomeo is constantly passing out because someone like you is seriously taking care of him. He won’t ever recover, just staying sick for days.

“The one and only [Name] in the flesh!! Taking care of me!?” Tears began welling up in his eyes as Bartolomeo bit his upper lip to prevent making noise.

“What have I done to deserve such a blessing?”

He continued to sob tears of joy, his tears successfully soaking and wetting his cheeks and pillowcase, a bit of his blanket as well.

Suddenly there was a knock on his door.

Startled, Barto quickly pulled up the covers to hide his teary, flushed face and felt his heart beating a million miles a minute.

“Barto, are you awake? I made you some soup.” Your angelic voice calls out and Barto’s heart nearly stops. He was too tongue-tied to speak, only stammering out incoherent noises under the covers.

Assuming he was in pain, you set the bowl down and rip off the covers in a panic, just to see Bartolomeo teary with wide eyes staring up at you.

His face was flushed more than usual and you frown, placing a hand on his forehead. The action alone nearly made him pass out.

“You still have such a high fever... should I take you to Luffy’s doctor?” You ask softly, worry evident in your eyes.

At the mention of seeing the Straw hats, Bartolomeo’s eyes widens and he literally lets out a loud gasp before nearly fainting.

“S-S-S-Straw Hat Luffy?—!”

A/N : I wanna write something. I really do. I wanna WRITE, but my hands and head doesn’t want to. Ugh, I feel so unmotivated! >:))) but I’ll push through. I have something I want to do.

Also, I love Cavendish sm but I can’t write for him 😭 whyyyy?

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biggest-stupidhead · 3 years

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Regrets

Summary: Your life feels like a big series of regretful choices until you meet them.

Word Count: 3.9K

Warnings: Mentions of prostitution, canon typical violence let me know if I missed anything :)

It wasn’t supposed to feel this way. You knew that much, you stared up at the ceiling, it felt like you weren’t in your body. The springs creaking under his weight as he huffed and wheezed over you. His hands felt like fire, or maybe ice? When his sweaty head fell onto your chest you barely contained the disgusted sneer from curling onto your lips. He sighed and you grimaced at the warmth that blossomed in your lower half. It wasn’t supposed to feel like this. He continued to breathe heavily into your shoulder as you lay rigid beneath him.

But then again, did you know how it was supposed to feel? At the tender age of sixteen, you began to sell yourself. It was that or starvation. The choice was obvious. Now six years later, you were still doing the same stupid thing. All for what? Money? Sure, but the government made it impossible for you to escape this life. He rolled off of you and began to rummage in his side drawer for a cigarette. It wasn’t his first time doing this either. He was one of your regulars, a dirty merchant who had been seeking your services since you were seventeen. You had thoroughly convinced yourself that there was no such thing as “a good man”. For anyone else, you would’ve already been out the door. But he liked for you to stay the night with him.

You weren’t sure if he just liked the idea of you being in his bed, or if it was to trick him into feeling like a better person. But either way, he paid you extra to linger. So you stayed still as you watched the smoke curl towards the filthy ceiling, the feeling of his hand on the top of your thigh as he smoked. He wasn’t necessarily the ugliest lay that you’d had. But by no means was he a charmer. He was probably about ten years older than you, with stubble and this big blue eyes and shaggy blonde hair. You swallowed thickly and sat up, the feeling of him leaking out from inside of you made your stomach churn. You wandered over to the basin of water he kept on the dresser and set about cleaning yourself up. “I’ll get you out of here one of these days.” His voice was groggy and you knew that the words held no real value. He said it all the time. He never kept his promises. “I know you will.” You said as you wrung the washcloth out, the sound of water splashing filling the silence. “Here you are.” He held out a small pouch of coins and you took that as your cue to leave, it was one of those nights apparently. One of the rare ones, where he turned you loose early. Maybe if you were lucky, you could find another client to get a few extra coins for the evening. You took the pouch and pulled your ratty dress over your head, cinching the built-in corset around your waist. You slid the pouch into your small clutch and slid your feet into the flats that you wore. By the time you were out the door, he was already snoring. The air was musty, as always as you wandered down the dirty streets. Oil lamps illuminating the streets, there were a few drunkards wandering, a few fellow prostitutes as well. You were lucky that he lived in what was loosely considered to be the better part of town.

“Hey, baby” Someone called across the street and you looked up, flashing one of your practiced coy smiles up at the man. He had ash-blond hair and a lanky frame. The dark-haired man that was with him rolled his eyes and held onto his elbow tightly, despite his efforts to cross the street to get to you. “Where are you going?” He yelled through his cupped hands and you decided to go to him. You kept a safe distance from the pair as the man continued to struggle against the grip his friend had on his arm. “Where ever you want me.” You brushed some hair off your face and he smiled widely. “We’re not interested.” The dark-haired man grunted and turned to march on down the street, the blond digging his heels into the ground. “Levi you dick look at her she’s stunning!” The blond protested as he scrambled for purchase as the man drug him off his feet. “You’re drunk and she’s a walking STD.” Your pleasant smile fell from your face at his words and the man let out a gasp at his friend’s words. “How cruel! Don’t listen to him, sweetheart.” The man finally broke free of the other’s grasp, staggering up to you. You tried to regain your composure but it felt too forced. “What’s your name?” He asked and your brows rose, they never asked that. “My name?” You said dumbly and he chuckled. “Yeah, you know, like Jill or Sally-” “Call me whatever you want.” You said with a sly smirk, despite the confusion rolling inside of you. His brows furrowed and he cocked his head to the side. His friend was behind him, glaring daggers at you. “I want to call you by your name.” He said and you frowned. “That’s not how it works.” You said as you fought with your patience. “What do you mean?” He asked innocently as he seemed to sober up. “I mean…” What did you mean? “Farlan.” His friend had officially lost his patience, snagging him by his wrist he drug him away. You watched the pair stumble around the corner. You turned and walked slowly in the opposite direction, suddenly, you didn’t want to find another man to earn that extra bit of cash. You just wanted to lay in bed and think about the boy who saw you for who you were. Not what was under your dress, or between your legs. __ It was about a year later that you ran into him again. Or rather them. You had picked up a job at a tavern, serving booze and occasionally offering other services. They had walked in and the air in the room became thick with tension. You hated to admit it, but you had kept an eye out for the charismatic blond ever since that night. But now that he was here, how were you supposed to react. Another factor was the young woman that accompanied the men. The trio sat in a secluded booth and you frowned when you realized that it wasn’t in your section. As your coworker wandered past you with a tray full of beer, you caught her elbow.

“I’ll take that table.” You said quietly, nodding towards the trio. “Fine by me.” She shrugged and continued on with her task. You smoothed out your skirt and squared your shoulders, once you had collected yourself, you walked across the crowded room. Coming to a stop in front of the booth you cleared your throat. The dark-haired man looked up with a chilling glare and you flashed him a dazzling smile. The blond looked up next, eyes widening when he recognized you. The girl seemed upset, arms crossed over her chest and eyes far off and brooding. “What can I get you?” You asked and the blond smiled up at you like a lost puppy. “Beer please, and whatever soup you have.” He sat straighter, squaring his shoulders as he did so. “Of course.” You said and turned to look at the other two. “Same for me, but no beer.” The girl mumbled, shooting you a look. “Just the soup.” The dark-haired man said, sizing you up as you nodded. “Coming right up.” You said before turning to fill their order. Once you left the blond turned to the dark-haired man and smiled wickedly. “What are the odds?” “Not slim enough.” Levi rolled his eyes and Isabel looked between the two men. “It’s destiny, Levi!” Farlan pressed as he turned to look at you behind the bar. “It’s really her!” He gushed as you ladled some soup into three bowls and placed them onto a tray.

“That’s the biggest load of shit I’ve ever heard.” Levi scoffed as you hoisted the tray onto your shoulder and weaved your way back in their direction. You set the tray down onto the edge of the table and Levi watched as Farlan snuck glances at your cleavage as you passed them their food. “So...I never got your name.” Farlan said as you passed him his beer. You smiled and tucked the tray under your armpit. “Some people call me Brandi.” You shrugged and Farlan chuckled. “No no, your real name.” He lifted the mug of ale to his lips as he waited for your reply. “Maybe one day.” You said coyly and he grinned widely at you, determined to earn your trust and learn your name. __ The trio began frequenting the bar, Farlan fawning over you while the other two watched. It became a routine of sorts, you would serve them and Farlan would try to coax more information out of you. The trio grew on you, well more specifically Isabel and Farlan. Levi mostly remained silent and brooding. That was until this night. It started off like any other, serving beer and speaking just enough to ensure good tips. You hadn’t been offering yourself for some time now, content with the money that waitressing brought you. The trio had just arrived, and for whatever reason, the patrons had been awfully rowdy. You brought the trio their usual order, and Farlan asked you a stupid question and you laughed. You genuinely threw your head back and let loose a real laugh, the sound had been music to his ears, even Levi had perked up.

“Farlan, you-” “Brandi?” The voice made chills run down your spine, the carefree expression melting off of your face. “Is that really you? God, you look better than the last time I laid eyes on you.” His hand was on your hip, an icy fire burning through your skirt and sinking back into your skin. “If I had known you were here...I would’ve come drinking much more.” He breathed against the back of your neck as he shamelessly brushed your hair off of your nape. Farlan’s smile melted off of his face as he watched the exchange. “Come home with me...it’s been so long.” You looked like a petrified animal as he pressed a kiss to your neck. “She’s not interested.” The voice shocked you out of your stupor. It hadn’t been Farlan, but rather Levi, who was glowering in the man’s direction from his seat in the booth. “She’s always interested.” The man cooed as he pulled you flush against him. Levi’s expression darkened and he stood slowly from his seat, Farlan blinked dumbly as he watched Levi reach forward and pry his hand off of your hip. You took a step forward and leaned against the booth, watching as Levi put himself between you and the man. “Watch it, pal. That’s my girl.” The man snarled, moving to step around Levi, who mirrored him to keep himself between you and the slob. “Not anymore.” You bristled, the words he spoke made your stomach flip. Levi never spoke to you, why was he doing this? “Step.Aside.” The man growled and you grabbed Levi’s elbow. “It’s fine.” Your grip was shaky but you knew that you had to handle this on your own. “See, she wants this.” He said smugly and your lip curled up in a disgusted grimace.

“I’m done doing that. So if you aren’t here to drink, then you should leave.” You said sternly and he froze at your words. “You don’t mean that baby.” He said slowly as he took a tentative step forward. Levi stiffened and you shot him a warning look. “No, I do. I’m done.” “I’ll pay you well. You know I’m good to you.” He pressed and you shook your head. “No.” You lifted your chin defiantly and he growled, reaching for your wrist, but Levi was faster. It was so fast that you were only able to process the loud snapping of bone and the agonized scream that followed. “Beat it,” Levi growled, his short structure somehow seemed to take up the whole space as the man hunched over, cradling his broken hand. He shot you one last withering look before turning and retreating from the bar. You looked to Levi, who was already slumping back into his seat. Farlan stood and looked at you with wide eyes. “Are you alright?” He asked and you nodded numbly. “I’m fine.” You assured him, turning to leave, favoring the idea of going home and washing your body raw. “He seemed like a real piece of work,” Isabel commented as she looked you up and down. “He’s just an asshole.” You grumbled, rubbing your wrist. __ That was the last time that you saw him. Saw any of them, they never came back, the man who had haunted your body, and the people who had become your friends of sorts. You heard rumors, that the trio had been arrested, killed by Kenny, and even that they had joined the military. You didn’t know what to believe, so you tried not to dwell on it. But you missed them, Isabel’s loud boisterous laughter, Farlan’s constant fawning, and even Levi’s brooding. You nearly had enough to pay the passage to the surface, only two more weeks of work to be exact.

Once you had the cash, you would split town. Start fresh on the surface, find another job, maybe a partner…Two weeks couldn’t come fast enough. The fateful day came, you didn’t bother bringing anything along, just the clothes on your back and the cash in your pocket. You paid the toll and marched up the stairs, the sun was brighter than you expected. You stared up at the sky, squinting and holding your hand over your sensitive eyes. The world was so big, the sky annoyingly blue and blinding, the people not sickly and pale. You wandered the streets like a ghost, hands shoved in your pockets as you passed other women in fancy dresses, men in suits and top hats. You felt dirty in comparison.

The inner wall wasn’t for you, not with all the pleasant bakeries and flower shops. So you walked until you reached the massive wall. But you didn’t stop there, you went through the gate, into the smaller district of Trost. By the time you reached that far wall, the sun was dipping below the top of it, casting the district in a rose-colored glow. You found yourself sleeping on the streets, much as you had done in your earlier years. You had no money, having used every cent to pay the toll. Your stomach rumbled and you leaned heavily against the crate you had propped yourself against. You spotted an old newspaper on the ground and you picked it up.

You could only pick out bits and pieces that you could understand, having never learned to read or write, but the message was clear. The survey corps had failed on yet another mission, you frowned and set the paper back down. Maybe the military was your only solace. Many people joined for the room and board, even with the risks that were built in with it. So that’s what you did. The next day you found a recruitment stall and enlisted. Since you were older than the normal age of enlistment, they just stuck you in the garrison. You found yourself wearing a uniform and training with others like yourself. It was dull, they drank most of the time, you stayed distant. It was odd, surreal even, having worked so hard for this life, and feeling that it was pointless. Turned out, the surface wasn’t much better than the subterranean city. The men still sought after you, the food was still scarce, the only difference was that the streets didn’t run with shit.

You were surprised when one day the commander approached you, twirling his mustache between his index and thumb as he walked along the wall. You were cleaning a cannon when he stopped behind you, waiting for you to finish your task. “Care to join me?” He asked, unscrewing his flask and tipping the alcohol down his throat. You saluted him and joined him, easily matching his pace. “You’ve worked hard.” He commented and you froze up, the praise was unexpected and felt almost unwarranted. But he was right, you had worked hard. “Yes sir.” You agreed and he smiled at you, the skin around his eyes pinching together. “I believe that a promotion is in order.” You furrowed your brows and tilted your head to the side. “Sir?” You spoke softly and he chuckled. “There’s going to be a meeting later this month. For the commanders and the nobles to discuss budgets.” He was smiling at you with an odd glint in his eyes. “I’m aware…” You weren’t sure where he was going with this. “Normally, I would ask Nina to accompany me, but she has asked to be relieved of this burden.” He continued, you vaguely recalled the name of his second in command. “Will you join me?” He asked and you knew that you couldn’t say no. “Of course sir. It would be an honor.” You said with another salute. He chuckled and nodded slowly. “Hope you’re a good dancer, as you were.” He dismissed you, continuing with his walk. __ You saved up for a dress, although it was simple, it was easily the nicest article you had ever owned in your life. The venue was at a large noble’s castle, with sprawling gardens and marbled rooms. The air felt cool against your exposed skin as you sipped on the glass of wine Pyxis had brought you. Men and women were milling about, chattering about politics and rich people matters. Pyxis was gracious enough to not force you to dance with him, but you did stay by his side, not knowing anyone else at the gathering. He was talking to the premier when the scouts arrived. Commander Erwin’s hair was gelled back, wearing a suit. Section commander Hange was also wearing a suit, their eyes alight as they chatted with one of the garrison section commanders. Trailing at the back of the scouts, was a face all too familiar. His inky black hair was trimmed neatly into an undercut, the suit he wore was simple and fit him perfectly. The air left your lungs as you watched him slink across the room like a cat. Should you go up to him? What would you say? “Hey remember me? I’m the whore that your friend was infatuated with all those years ago.” No, that was hardly appropriate. He seemed to be glued to the Commander’s side, as loyal as a hound. Your stomach dropped when Erwin turned and began to head in your direction. Your legs screamed for you to run, to the bathroom, outside, anywhere but here. Levi still hadn’t noticed you yet, too busy taking in his surroundings still. You slid behind Pyxis, using him as a buffer, pretending to be invested in his conversation with Zackly. “Premier.” Erwin’s deep voice startled you but you managed to keep your composure. “Ah Commander, good to see you.” Zackly reached out and shook Erwin’s hand. Then Erwin shook Pyxis’s and he smiled at you, hand extended for you to take. “And who might you be?” He asked as you took his hand and shook it firmly. “Captain (Y/n)” You introduced yourself and Levi finally looked at you, eyes slightly widened as they drank you in. “Rolls off the tongue nicely doesn’t it.” Pyxis jested as you withdrew your hand, you managed a slightly strangled sounding laugh. “Newly promoted,” Pyxis explained, launching into a new conversation with Erwin, meanwhile, your eyes were locked with Levi’s. “Introduce yourself, Levi.” Erwin prompted and Levi scoffed, averting his eyes. Pyxis let out a bark of laughter and placed a hand over your lower back. He pushed you forwards and you found yourself right in front of Levi. Not knowing what else to do, you extended your hand and Levi looked at it skeptically before taking your hand. You noticed Erwin’s look of surprise as the two of you shook hands.

“Levi.” He said simply and you found yourself smiling a little dumbly. “(Y/n).” You said in return as he pulled his hand back. Pleased with the interaction, the higherups began to talk shop as you and Levi continued to sneak glances at one another. Finally, you excused yourself to get some fresh air, escaping to one of the open doors and out into the moon-bathed garden. You only made it a few steps before someone cleared their throat behind you. “Made it out?” Levi walked slowly down the steps as you waited for him. “Yeah, glad to see you did too.” You spoke slowly, careful as if not to spook him. He was an elusive creature after all. “The military?” He said, eyes piercing you as he waited for your response. “Not much else to do up here.” You shrugged and he hummed in agreement. The two of you sit in silence as you look up to the sky, the warm summer breeze kissing your skin. “I never said thank you.” You broke the trance, turning and facing him fully. His eyes narrowed and you found yourself smiling at him “What are you on about?” Levi asked as he met your stare. “That night at the bar...when you told that guy off.” You explained as you slowly sank onto a nearby bench. He sat next to you, eyes still on your face. “Right…” Levi sighed, hand reaching up to push his hair out of his face. “If you hadn’t...I probably wouldn’t be where I am today.” You continued, turning to look up at the stars. “He was...an asshole.” Levi sank back into the bench and you did the same. “He was….whatever happened to Farlan and Isabel?” He tensed and you knew the answer, your heart cracked in two when he remained silent. “...they were good people.” You said numbly, trying to remember their faces, but they were blurry and seemed to evade your grasp. “The best,” Levi grunted and you frowned. You reached blindly in a bold move and found his hand. He flinched but surprisingly didn’t pull away, you threaded your fingers through his and turned to face him. “I wish that...I had told him my name.” A single tear rolled off your cheek and Levi tilted his head down. Your hand felt clammy in his as you sniffled next to him, he looked down at your fingers, they had callouses much like his own did, scrapes on your knuckles. You were a fighter, through and through. “He was a stubborn bastard,” Levi said after a moment and you gave him a watery smile. “He seemed the type.” You laughed and averted your eyes once more. “I’m glad I found you.” You said softly and he tensed. “...” “I’ve missed having friends.” Levi’s mouth fell open at your words and you laughed at his expression. “I know we never talked much...but whenever I saw you guys...I felt safe.” You admitted, thumb grazing his knuckle as you spoke. He found himself clutching your hand tighter in response. “I hope that we can see each other more again.” You smiled at him and he nodded slowly. “Yeah...I’d like that.”

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Sick Day

You're not sure if it's a monster thing or a Grillby thing, but you've always thought that Grillby just doesn't get sick. The closest he even gets is headaches, which you may or may not have caused on a few occasions of reckless activities that landed you at the hospital.

Turns out you were wrong.

Waking up in a sweat is a common occurrence given Grillby's tendency to lock you in a teddy bear hold during the night, but on this particular morning you wake feeling more liquid than person. Gah, gross.

Kicking your feet free from the thin sheet, you swipe at your face, blinking blearily. The light coming in from the window is the dull blue from a sun not yet risen. The room, always warm, is unbearably hot.

The debate of whether to poke Grillby awake or just camp on the couch for a few more hours dies as your eyes fall on your still slumbering partner. It's normal for the edges of his face to get soft and fuzzy when he's sleeping but nearly all definition of his head is gone. The color is weird too; waves of uneasy green and deep red sweep over his face and bits of flame hiss and spit erratically.

"Holy sh- hey, Grillby." Reaching out, you gingerly touch his shoulder, wary of waking him into a panic if he's having a nightmare. "Grillby?"

A deep throated groan rumbles from his chest. He shifts and you think his head turns towards you. He makes a questioning noise and you just barely catch that his eyes have opened to thin slivers.

"Hey," you say gently as you sit up. "Are you okay? You look more like...a regular campfire than usual."

He doesn't answer for a moment, blinking owlishly. Then he lifts a hand, looking down at the fingers that have molded into stubby digits. "Ah," he rasps before a terrible crackling cough shakes his shoulders.

Alarmed, you move to help him sit up, patting his back. The fabric of his shirt is scorching hot. "Holy crap, are you sick?"

Wheezing, he tries to speak, fails and then just nods miserably.

Your mouth drops. He’d been quiet and subdued last night sure, but you thought that he was just tired from a crazy work week. "I thought you didn't get sick!"

It takes him a moment to get the breath to mutter, ".....very...rarely."

"Geez, okay, um. Here." You take your pillow and add it to his, fluffing them up against the headboard. "Lean back here."

He follows your guiding hand with meek compliance, which more than anything tells you he's out of it. What the heck do you do now? None of the human cures for colds or fevers will work here. No point in a glass of water or medicine made for human bodies. Maybe there's monster medicine? Would a monster candy work?

Leaning over, you grab your phone off the nightstand. It's a little after six. Hopefully Toriel is already up and moving since it's a school day.

"Good morning Shore," she greets after just a few rings and you breathe a little sigh of relief. "Is something wrong? You're rarely up this early."

"Yeah, um, Grillby's sick." You look over at him to see he's closed his eyes, head slumped against the wall.

"Oh dear! Is he alright?"

"I don't know, I think so?" You try not to let your voice hitch. "He's burning really hot and his colors are weird and he's got a cough. Do you...have you ever dealt with monster sickness?"

"More than my fair share," she says sympathetically. "Though it has been a very, very long time since the last fire based illness I cared for."

"But you have cared for one? What do I do?"

"He needs to stay fed; the excess heat is his core attempting to burn out the illness."

"Like a human fever."

"Exactly." There's a noise in the background and you hear Toriel respond as if she's placed her fuzzy paw over the phone. "My dear, I'm terribly sorry, there's a bit of a crisis happening this morning, I need to take care of this but I will call you back. For now, keep him comfortable and keep him fed. Oil heavy foods, perhaps sprinkle on some butane-”

Bu-what now.

“Oh dear, there goes Frisk. Call me if you have any other questions, I’ll be by with a pie later!” Click.

Ah. Great. You sigh and set the phone down. At the slightest shifting of the mattress, you say, “Dear, where do you think you’re going?”

Grillby freezes, one loosely formed hand gripping the edge of the blanket. “Kitchen,” he rasps. “...I need...”

“To eat, yeah, Toriel told me. I’ll get it so you stay put.” Scooting over, you push him back against the headrest. It’s a fight to quell the urge to put your hand up on his forehead. It’s obvious enough without feeling that he’s literally burning up.

“Normally this would be the point I’d go get a wet rag or something,” you joke weakly. “But I don’t think that’d be helpful to you.”

Grillby mumbles something that might be a sassy remark or just another groan.

“Got any butane?”

The noise this time is definitely a groan.

You pat his thigh. “Sorry, queen’s orders.”

He gestures towards the kitchen and you slip off the bed. Grillby’s kitchen is always stocked so it’s easy to gather together ingredients for a stew. It’s no chicken noodle soup but at least it’s soup like. You do indeed find a canister of butane in one of the cabinets. The large ‘Highly Flammable’ warning on the side has you pausing. How exactly do you add butane to a stew? How much? Eh, probably best to just bring the whole thing and ask Grillby.

It’s not long before the stew is bubbling and a rather lovely smell fills the kitchen. You’re no Grillby, but you can make a very solid stew. You grab a bowlful, the butane, turn and yelp, nearly dropping them both.

Grillby has either ignored your orders to stay put or just forgot because there he stands. But the effort of moving seems to have stolen away what energy he had left because now he looks more like a matchstick than a monster. His head is just a simple flame flickering with the same harsh colors and his shirt hangs loosely on his thinned frame.

“Oh geezum, you scared me,” you wheeze, wincing at the hot stew that splashed on your hand. “Are you okay?”

He...maybe shrugs? It’s hard to tell with how little mass he has right now. You set the butane down and guide him to sit on the couch. When you offer the bowl and spoon, he forgoes the spoon altogether and cups the bowl in his now fingerless hands and chugs the entire thing down in a matter of seconds.

You blink. “Oh. More?”

“...Please.”

More you get, bowl after bowl until the pot is empty and then you remember the can of butane still sitting on the counter. When you bring it over, Grillby sparks with a low disgust but takes the can. With a low cough, he gestures for you to back up before taking a deep swig.

The burst of heat and flame has you wincing, even at a fair distance. Your jaw drops a little at the sight of him chugging down the liquefied gas like it’s an ice cold glass of water on a summer day. By the time the bottle is empty, some of the shape has returned to his head, though the edges of his face remain fuzzy with dark green flames.

You cautiously approach as he sighs heavily and sets the bottle on the floor. “Better?”

“Hmm.” He certainly looks a bit better, at least a little. He blinks sleepily at you. “Hi.”

“Hi matchstick.”

The whine he makes at that is so utterly adorable you can’t help but take his little matchstick flame head in your hands and plant a kiss where you best guess his forehead is. Totally worth the slight singeing of your lips.

“Do you wanna go back to bed?” you ask as you card your fingers through his headflames. Ow, hot.

He grunts and shakes his head. “Stay....here,” he mumbles, tugging on your shirt.

A grin pulls at your mouth. “Fine, but you should get some more sleep. Even an elemental needs rest when sick.”

You sit and Grillby immediately slumps over so his head rests on your lap. He snuggles his face into your stomach and tucks his arms in close. Oh heavens above, you’re not happy he’s sick but he is unfairly cute like this.

“Comfy?” you ask gently, rubbing his head again.

He hums quietly. “Sorry,” he tacks on as a mumble. “It...will pass...quickly.”

“It’s okay to be sick, it happens to everyone.”

He mutters something else, but sleep is already claiming him. You stroke your thumb over his cheek. “Just rest,” you whisper, though you’re fairly certain he’s already slipped into slumber. “I’ll take care of you.”

#grillby/reader #grillby x reader #shorby #undertale #grillby #just a little thing to get me back into a writing mood #also my datemate got a really bad fever and i was frustratingly unable to take care of them #due to distance #OoF extra

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tennessoui · 3 years

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if you wrote obikin for #4 with anakin as a single parent and obi-wan as luke and leia's teacher i would simply die happy!!

here it is!!! thank you so much!

4. Teacher/Single Parent AU (modern!AU)(DinLuke shows up as little kids)(2.4k)(whoops)

Anakin stares across the table at Luke, who gnaws on a slice of grilled cheese, carefully leaving the crusts behind. Oh god, he’d forgotten to cut them off of Luke’s sandwich, had cut them off of Leia’s instead, even though she didn’t mind them. And of course they hadn’t told him either. He can’t tell if he’s been forgiven for his error or if it will come back to haunt him later tonight when he tries to put the twins to bed at eight.

“Luke,” he says carefully. “I think I’m just a little confused.”

Leia looks up. She loves when her father is a little confused because it means Luke is probably a bit in trouble and she gets to be the one to set the record straight for him.

Which isn’t to say Leia is a tattle-tale. Anakin’s seen her watch Luke hit another child upside the head with a toy train and then say absolutely nothing when questioned by the daycare instructor.

Daddy’s interrogations are just a special case where she can become a guilt-free turncoat.

“How did you get a Unicorn sticker in art class?” he asks.

The Unicorn stickers, of course, mean unsatisfactory.

He pays extra money for his children to be coddled and kept away from words like Fail and Unsatisfactory, even though that’s what all the parents know the stickers mean. As long as the children don't yet.

“And I don’t understand the rainbow sticker at all,” he continues helplessly, regarding the piece of artwork in front of him, where a handful of dried macaroni noodles are lacklusterly glued to the page.

“The Unicorn sticker means it was bad, but the rainbow sticker means that Mr. Kenobi forgives him,” Leia pipes up, leaning across the table to take the icky crusts from her brother’s plate and dipping them into her tomato soup.

“But it was dry macaroni,” Anakin says incredulously. Luke’s eyes start getting misty as he stares resolutely down at his plate. That’s the last thing Anakin wants. But he just doesn’t understand. Luke’s the most creative of both of his children, has seemed to take after Anakin in that way. Last Christmas, Anakin had given him a model train set that he’d put together inside of a week. If he can do that, he can do a self-portrait in dry macaroni.

“He gave Din all of his noodles,” Leia reports.

“Didn’t Din have any?” Anakin asks, feeling completely out of his element and also sort of like a detective trying to solve a cold case.

“He wanted to save them for his puppy,” Luke mumbles. “They just got him and they can’t figure out what he eats, so Din thought he could try macaroni because I told him I like macaroni and cheese a lot.”

Anakin is on the cliff of despair, but he can’t exactly ask whether or not this Din knows there’s a difference between the dried macaroni from art class and boxed macaroni and cheese from Kraft. He’s not sure he even wants to know the answer.

“And then Luke didn’t have a lot left for his picture,” Leia finishes the story and her soup in one fell swoop.

“Couldn’t you have asked Mr. Kenobi for more?” Anakin asks Luke who shakes his head but doesn’t seem to want to elaborate. Anakin turns only slightly pleading eyes to Leia, who is the expert on anything her brother doesn’t want to say.

“Mr. Kenobi sits at the front, and Luke sat at the back today so it was really far.”

“But you always sit at the front!” Anakin says, appalled. Sure, he hadn’t managed to make it to the most recent round of parent-teacher conferences due to an unfortunately timed shift at the garage, but he knows where his kids sit in a classroom.

Luke mumbles something into his bowl.

“What was that?” Anakin asks.

Leia translates. “Din doesn’t sit at the front,” she says.

Anakin sits back in his chair and runs a hand over his mouth. Luke has a crush. His son, Luke, has his very first crush on a boy and he’s already doing stupid things in order to see the boy. Oh no. Oh god. Of all the things to take after Anakin on, it’s this one.

“Okay,” he says, mostly to himself. “It’s okay. Unicorns aren’t so bad.”

“Way better than giraffes,” Leia tells her brother bracingly, seeming to know instinctively that the gossiping part of this conversation is over. “And you got a rainbow, which means Mr. Kenobi isn’t mad.”

Anakin wonders, with the context, if that’s actually what the rainbow means, or if Mr. Kenobi isn’t just incredibly observant.

“TV time, kids,” he says, only feeling sort of bad about the screentime or whatever, as Luke perks up and runs with Leia into the living room.

After five minutes to make sure they’ve successfully turned on and found a child-appropriate show, Anakin gathers the dishes and loads the washer. Then he sighs as loud as he can without disrupting the kids.

Then he pulls out his phone and the school directory and finds the email for one Mr. Obi-Wan Kenobi, art teacher.

It takes him twenty minutes to figure out an email that doesn’t sound too judgemental, harsh, worried, skeptical, or angry. It takes another five minutes to figure out how to sign off on it. Kind regards? Best? Thanks? Sincerely? What is the etiquette for emailing your son’s art teacher to arrange a meeting because you’re worried your son will fail the class simply because he’s inherited terrible genes from his father?

It takes ten minutes, in the end, for Mr. Kenobi to email back, and he does so with a very straightforward message. He’s available to chat after school hours tomorrow, if it works for Anakin.

Anakin pulls up his work schedule. He’s supposed to work until five in the evening tomorrow, has already booked a slot at the after-care program for the twins. But.

He texts Ahsoka to ask if she could cover the last few hours of his shift. She texts back a string of rather offensive emojis, but settles down when he tells her it’s for his kids. Technically, he isn’t even lying. He’s just being overbearing.

He spends another fifteen minutes trying to compose a response email in between making sure the kids brush their teeth, wash behind their ears, and have their bags packed for the morning. He’s so stressed out by it that he’s not even sure he includes a signature at all before he hits send. God. Meeting Mr. Kenobi had better be worth all of this stress.

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Finding Mr. Kenobi’s classroom is almost more stress than the correspondence from the night before had been. The only reason Anakin doesn’t sit down and cry against the garishly yellow brick lining the hallways is that he keeps telling himself that if his two seven-year-olds can do this, Anakin surely can.

The art classroom is tucked away in a forgotten corner of the school and it takes three wrong turns and one accidental entrance into a thankfully deserted first grade room for Anakin to find it. He knocks on the open door and then decides he should call as well to announce his presence. “Uh, Mr. Kenobi? I’m Anakin. Skywalker. We talked last night?” He takes a couple of steps into the room, which is lined in children’s art and paint-stained tables.

A man emerges from a backroom, dressed in a very loose and paint-flecked denim shirt over a white tank top and a pair of slacks. He’s wearing a pair of thick glasses that he takes off as soon as he sees Anakin. His beard is neatly trimmed and his hair, a sort of bronzed auburn, neatly combed.

He’s holding a paintbrush in one hand, and still, of course, Anakin’s dumb brain overrides the part of him that’s saying, This is clearly Mr. Kenobi in favor saying, quite politely, “Oh! I’m sorry. Is Mr. Kenobi back there?”

The man who could not possibly be more obviously the art teacher raises an amused eyebrow.

Look. No one told Anakin that elementary school art teachers could be so attractive. He’d not done anything to prepare for this.

“You must be Luke’s father,” Mr. Kenobi says, waving him forward.

“What makes you say that?” Anakin asks, a tad too defensively, thinking of his own self-deprecating thoughts last night about Luke taking after him when it comes to being sort of stupid around people they liked. He’s just being paranoid.

“The...last...name,” now Mr. Kenobi is definitely trying to hide his smile and Anakin wants to die. “Would you like to sit?”

Anakin does so rather graciously, given the circumstances. He even makes sure he keeps their chairs very far apart. Mostly in order to preserve his own dignity, but he thinks he should get credit for his self-control at this spur of the moment single-parent-hot-teacher conference.

“I’m sorry for my appearance,” Mr. Kenobi says, pulling the oversized button up closed over his tank top. “I must admit, I mostly forgot you were coming by. I was working on one of my own projects.”

“You paint?” Anakin asks.

Mr. Kenobi tilts his head slightly and flicks his eyes around the room as if in answer.

Anakin flushes but digs his heels in. “Well, I don’t know,” he mumbles mulishly. “Do math teachers do math in their spare time?”

This startles a laugh out of the teacher, which makes some long forgotten part of Anakin’s psyche sit up and preen. “I’m sure some of them do,” he says. “No, I do art mostly for the town right now. I’m working on a series of pieces for the public library at the moment.”

Anakin tries his hardest not to obviously melt, but Mr. Kenobi has not looked away from his face much so surely he can see it in his eyes.

“That’s quite. Nice,” Anakin says, coughing into his fist.

“And what do you do?” Mr. Kenobi asks in a way that’s just on the other side of polite. Anakin has the strange thought that if they had cups of coffee between them, he’d feel like he was on a very casual first date.

He has to shake his head to rid himself of that idea. “I’m a mechanic,” he says.

Mr. Kenobi looks interested, of all things. Most people don’t. Most people make some sort of assumption about him, about his life, his ability to parent his children, as if they’re not the ones rolling into his shop at 5:54 pm because their car is “making a funny noise”.

But Mr. Kenobi just looks interested.

“Oh?” He says. “That makes sense. Leia is always talking about how her father can fix anything.”

“Well,” Anakin blushes and looks away. “You know kids. Turn it off and turn it back on usually blows their minds.”

Mr. Kenobi smiles indulgently before clearing his throat. “You wanted to talk about Luke?”

“Oh! Yes!” He had come here with the express desire to talk about Luke with Mr. Kenobi. Not secure a date with Mr. Kenobi. “I saw that Luke got a... unicorn...and a rainbow on his last project, and it made me worry.”

It sounds very, very overbearing coming out of his mouth. This is an elementary school art class. Why did he think that he should come in and talk to a teacher over his son’s bad grade? Especially when it was pretty clear Luke deserved it.

Mr. Kenobi tilts his head in confusion. “Well, yes, I suppose I usually give Luke two suns on his work, so I understand if the change was upsetting to you.”

“And we’re saying that two suns are good?” Anakin checks, feeling very out of his element here.

“Oh, yes, very good,” Mr. Kenobi assures him. “But his last project wasn’t. Well.”

“He says he got distracted,” Anakin mutters, rubbing a hand down his face. “Over a boy.”

“Haven’t we all been there,” Mr. Kenobi murmurs, sounding very amused. Anakin peeks over his fingers at this declaration.

“Yeah,” he says roughly. “That’s sort of exactly what I thought.”

Mr. Kenobi clears his throat again. “Well. That’s why I gave him the unicorn then. It was a bit of bad work, but a very rare showing of it. And the rainbow, to signify that I know he’ll be back to normal again next time. You shouldn’t worry about this one project either, Mr. Skywalker. I do give final grades holistically, not weighted by any one assignment. This is, after all, a children’s art class.”

Anakin wants to thunk his head on the table in front of him. “You do know that all the parents think unicorn means unsatisfactory, right?”

“Why?” Mr. Kenobi has the nerve to look shocked.

“They both start with U, I don’t know,” Anakin says, waving an agitated hand through the air.

“Well, sometimes parents can be quite stupid,” Mr. Kenobi says primly and then looks horrified at himself. “Please don’t tell them I said that.”

Anakin laughs and gets to his feet reluctantly. His worries over Luke have been dealt with, but he finds himself very reluctant to leave.

“Well,” he says slowly, eyes firmly looking only at Mr. Kenobi’s face, “Thank you for meeting with me. I guess you don’t get many frantic parent-teacher conferences over a unicorn sticker.” He ducks his head and rubs the back of his neck with his hand in embarrassment. He can admit now that perhaps he had overreacted.

Mr. Kenobi places his hand delicately over the hand Anakin still has on the table, just for a second, squeezing it with enough pressure that Anakin has to look up at him again. “Only the best parents,” he says with a half-smile.

Anakin finds himself grinning back, unwilling to move his hand now that Kenobi’s touching it. “And, um. If you ever take the kids on an art museum tour or something, and you need chaperones….give me a call.”

“Would I have to wait that long?” Kenobi asks innocently.

Anakin’s never shaken his head no so quickly before. “Any time,” he tells the man very seriously, already backing out of the room. “Before you think too much about it and decide not to would probably be preferable.”

Mr. Kenobi laughs. “I’m sure I’ll think about it a lot,” he says as he turns to go back to his art studio. He calls over his shoulder. “In bed, tonight.”

Anakin trips over a child-sized easel with a loud clatter and an even louder curse, and he can’t decide which of the two should be more thankful school is out for the day. Probably Mr. Kenobi. Yeah. Probably definitely Mr. Kenobi.

#asks #my fics #obikin #just fluff #also omg re: my last tagged fic prompt and my gyoza #i was so excited about my gyoza i forgot to add a keep reading cut #so it looks SO long #and i went back and i added it but im also very sorry #i also had three gyoza which was a bit too much for 12:45am #and now it's 3:15 but i finished another prompt bless #prompt fill #art teacher obi-wan au

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