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blue-eyed-cutiepatootie · 2 years

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The Best Goddamn Soup

Destiel ficlet

wc 1200, established relationship, sick fic, Cas takes care of Dean

also on AO3

Dean wakes in a coughing fit.

He pushes himself up, his head pounding, and fumbles around for the water bottle he now keeps by his bed every night. He brings the straw to his lips and cool water soothes his burning throat. He coughs again and continues drinking.

Suddenly the lamp clicks on and a soft glow fills the room. Even that small amount of light makes Dean groan. He’s still catching his breath as Cas rubs his back.

“Dean? What’s wrong?” Cas rumbles, his voice thick with sleep.

Covering his eyes, Dean turns to his husband. “I’m dying. Can you turn the light off?”

Even with his eyes covered, Dean can hear the eyeroll and the light clicks off.

The bed dips as Cas gets up. The door creaks open. The hall light turns on. Cas returns and walks over to Dean’s side of the bed. A warm hand covers his forehead, and he groans again.

“Ow! Fuck, Cas that hurts!”

“Dean. All I did was touch your forehead.”

Suddenly the pressure moves to his nose and he can’t breathe.

“My head feels like its going to explode. I need a tissue.”

Cas hands him the tissue box and he tries to blow his nose five times before anything actually moves. The pressure lessens slightly.

“Dean, tell me what’s wrong.” Thank God for Cas’ low voice because anything higher would break his eardrums.

“I think I have a sinus infection.” He usually gets one once or twice a year. Fuck allergies.

“What do you need?”

“There should be decongestant in the medicine cabinet. I’ll need one of those. And can you run the water in the bathroom sink so it gets hot? I usually put a hot washcloth on my face to help with the pain.” Dean doubles over in another coughing fit and Cas hands him his water bottle.

“Anything else?”

“Maybe something warm to drink?”

“Of course, Dean.”

Cas presses a kiss to the top of his head and disappears into their bathroom. He returns with the bottle of decongestant and puts one little pill in Dean’s hand. While Dean takes the pill, Cas starts wringing his hands.

“Should I call our doctor? Or do you need to go to urgent care?” He runs a hand through his already messy hair. “I can’t heal you if you’re dying, Dean.” His voice is getting higher and Dean cannot deal with that right now. He reaches out and catches Cas’ hand before it can run through his hair again.

“Babe, I’m sorry, I’m being dramatic. I’m not dying, my head is just killing me. I just need that washcloth and then quiet to rest in. Light and noise make the headache worse.”

Cas nods, a little frantic. “Ok. But if it gets worse, I’m taking you to urgent care. I’ll go make you tea.”

Before Dean can protest, he’s out the door. Dean shakes his head and slowly makes his way to the bathroom. The water is hot and he fishes a washcloth out of the closet. Once it is fully saturated he covers his face with it, doing his best to inhale the steam. Finally, sweet, sweet relief. He can feel the snot gradually melt. He quickly dries his face and blows his nose again. It feels like his brains are coming out of his nose. He repeats the magic trick until Cas appears in the doorway.

“Dean?”

“Yeah?” Somehow even with less snot in his nose his voice sounds worse. But his head feels less like its going to explode.

“I have your tea. Did the washcloth help?”

Dean dries his face again and takes the tea. “Thanks, Cas.” He inhales the steam and takes a sip. The hot, honeyed liquid is an instant balm on his sore throat. Cas still looks like he’s a second away from calling an ambulance. Dean reaches out and pulls him in so he can kiss his cheek.

“Cas I’m gonna be fine, nothing to worry about. You know me, just being a drama queen.” Cas frowns at the self-deprecating comment. “I’m just gonna finish this tea and go back to sleep for a bit, ok?”

Cas follows him back to the bed. Dean waves him off as he gets settled back under the covers, stealing Cas’ pillow to help prop up his head. Cas worriedly watches him finish the tea, taking it from him when the mug is empty. Dean groans softly and leans his head back, rubbing his temples.

Cas gently smooths his hair back. “There’s a thermos with more tea on the bedside and I refilled your water bottle.” Dean cracks an eye open and gives Cas a smile. “Get some sleep and call me if you feel worse, ok?”

Dean nods and drifts into a fitful sleep.

After what feels like minutes but is really two hours Dean is ripped from a dream about Dr. Sexy. Daylight is streaming through their thin curtains. Why had they decided not to get the blackout curtains? Oh, right the whole point of moving out of the bunker was to enjoy the sun. A decision Dean currently severely regrets.

Dean blows his nose for the umpteenth time and catches a whiff of… is that basil? Squinting, he slowly makes his way downstairs. The sight that greets him when he reaches the kitchen causes him to question whether or not he’s still sleeping.

Cas is standing at the stove stirring something in a soup pot.

“Are you making soup?” says the frog that is currently residing in Dean’s throat.

Cas whirls around, “Oh, you’re up!” He smiles that gummy smile that light’s up Dean’s life and places the lid back on the pot. “How are you feeling.”

“Less like my head is going to explode. Are you making soup?” Dean has taught Cas how to cook a few things, but this is the first time Cas is cooking all on his own.

“I thought, since you’re sick, that it would be nice.”

Dean immediately bursts into tears.

Cas looks horrified, frozen by the stove.

“Um, Dean?”

Now he really can’t breathe. Tears stream down his face and he gasps for breath. Suddenly Cas is in his space holding a tissue over his nose like he’s fucking two, telling Dean to blow. He’s whispering in his ear, something sweet probably but all Dean can think is he’s making soup?

Finally, when he can sort of breathe again, he gasps out, “You’re making me soup?”

Cas’ mouth opens and closes like a fish. “Yes,” he says slowly. “You’re sick so I’m making you soup.”

“You looked up a recipe and you’re making me soup?”

Cas has a death grip on Dean’s shoulders. “Dean you’re scaring me. Yes, I’m making you soup.”

Dean starts to cry again, “No one has ever made me soup before. Not since-“

Understanding dawns on Cas’ face. He pulls Dean into a hug. Dean is a mess, he’s leaking everywhere- tears from his eyes and snot from his nose. “Cas, your shirt-“

“Dean, my shirt doesn’t matter. Are you ready for some soup?” Dean nods against his shoulder. He cleans up his face while Cas dishes out two bowls of chicken and rice soup.

Sitting in his cozy kitchen that he shares with the love of his life, it’s the best goddamn soup he’s ever had.

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i-like-sparkly-things · 3 years

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Right in front of you

A Halstead!sister

Jay held a strong grip on your upper arm as he led you out to the school hall. "What the hell was that Y/N? Are you happy now? God.... I can't believe you cheated!" he sneered, "EYES UP HERE Y/N!! "

"I'm sorry" you sighed, locking eyes with Jay, silently praying that he would let this go. It was only one time anyway. It wasn't a big deal.

But he let out a hollow laugh, "Thirty percent, Y/N, THIRTY PERCENT. You're going to have to do better than a half-ass apology. What exactly are you sorry for? Huh? For cheating? Or being caught?"

Requested : Yes by @study-coffee-chicago : They found out she cheated on a test in high school...and Jay's the one who has to pick her up.

Warnings : angry!Jay (lots of it), alcohol, swearing, anxiety attacks

Note : I am so so so sorry this so longg 😭 I ended up so far away from the actual request kayela please don't block mee 😭 butt I've learned alot in writing abt active and passive voices and using more imagery Yayy!! I'm so glad that yall are ok with my grammar thank uu🥺

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The piles of homework and flashcards you needed to memorize had no end in sight, and now that Will was taking nightshifts along with his usual double shifts, and intelligence was tracking down an underground drug cartel, you spent most days alone, allowing your mind to engulf you.

Every time you sat down to study, you felt a striking pain in your chest. In mere seconds the air was sucked out of your lungs and you found yourself panting, desperate to get oxygen back into your body.

You would be surrounded by books and worksheets and you could swear the walls of your room were closing in towards you, trapping you in a sea of incomplete work.

You failed to follow the schedules and to do lists you had made for yourself. Staring at them, hoping the essays would write themselves.

All you needed, was a break. A moment to relax from anything and everything.

So when your best friend mentioned that her brother used to drink a little before he appeared for an exam, your mind was quick to catch on.

Last night you had borrowed a little bit of beer from Jay's stash of alcohol and took a few sips of it as you studied.

The more you drank, the less bitter it became. It was a weird, new sensation, but it worked nonetheless.

Except now, you were sitting in the girls bathroom at school, ramaging through your notes, trying to recollect what you had learned yesterday.

You saw what you had underlined and highlighted— names in pink and important dates in yellow—but your mind came up blank.

Flipping the pages you saw people in wigs, and castles burning to the ground —None of which you recognized.

A wave of anxiety rippled through you unable to comprehend your next thought —you were going to fail.

Your head was throbbing as you ran a hand down face, massaging your temples trying to calm yourself down.

You took out your water bottle that you had filled with beer and swallowed a few gulps, hoping that it would help you think straight.

You groaned, feeling the sting of alcohol at the back of your throat, popping some mints into your mouth, you ran towards the exam hall.

***

Your foot bounced on the polished wood floors as sweat pooled on your forehead.

You thought you were careful —only taking a peek from your friends answer sheet when Mrs.Ling's back was facing you.

Everything would have worked out if it wasn't for that kid sitting behind you. In a split second your teacher turned around, when he dropped his pen, to see you peering over your partner's desk.

Now you were sitting in the principles office praying that Jay wouldn't be the one picking you up.

You could already imagine his anger at you for pulling him away from his case, only to find you cheated.

Unfortunately luck was not on your side today.

You dare not look at Jay as he entered the office, letting out a huff as he sat down. You could feel the rage emitting him, tension filling the room, as he burned holes looking at you.

"I'll get straight to the point" Your principal started.

"Please" Jay growled, struggling to contain himself. He couldn't believe what he was hearing, when he got the call saying that you had cheated on your midterms.

You and Will were alike,at least he thought so, both good at science and math but weak at geography and history. Nonetheless you continued to secure good grades for the most part.

"Y/n here, was caught cheating from a classmates answer sheet. Our teacher caught her red handed. I truly did not expect this from you. These midterms cost thirty percent of your grade..... "

Pretty soon his voice was muffled like he was getting farther and farther away from you. His figure swayed in front of you as you squinted your eyes to keep him in the center of your vision.

" You are suspended, Mrs halstead"

Your eyes widened , your body choosing the perfect time to bring out what little beer you had taken when you heard those words, letting the alcohol mix with the adrenaline.

"WHAT??!! " Damn, alcohol really bought out your courage as Jay stared at you in shock at your audacity.

"Y/n, your lucky I'm letting you retake the exam. That's only because you've had a clean record so far. I strongly suggest you start preparing early Ms. halstead" your principal said in a firm but monotone voice that left you speechless.

Jay held a strong grip on your upper arm as he led you out to the school hall. "What the hell was that Y/N? Are you happy now? God.... I can't believe you cheated!" he sneered, "EYES UP HERE Y/N!! "

Oh god. Every now and then, the ground would sway beneath you, tiles shifting in your vision. But you counted your steps, carefully putting one foot in front of the other, not wanting Jay to find out what else you had done........ until now.

You tilted your head, only to be met with your brother's piercing stare but little did he know, now it made it infinitely harder to concentrate on your walking.

"I'm sorry" you sighed, locking eyes with Jay, silently praying that he would let this go. It was only one time anyway. It wasn't a big deal.

But he let out a hollow laugh, "Thirty percent, Y/N, THIRTY PERCENT. You're going to have to do better than a half-ass apology. What exactly are you sorry for? Huh? For cheating? *Or being caught?*"

***

You rested your head on the seat as Jay entered the truck, flinching, when he slammed the door shut. Your pounding headache was getting worse by the minute, as your ears started to ring.

You blinked a few times squinting to focus on the road ahead of you but the fast-moving cars and the loud horns made you feel like your head was going to explode.

"Y/n," he addressed you, much calmer now.

You forced yourself to turn to your brother, who wore a confused expression.

But the moment he saw your deshelfed hair and your cracked lips, a wave of worry crashed over him. What the hell?

The truck came to a stop at a red light and Jay immediately scanned you over "Y/n?" he grabbed your chin, his jaw dropping, as he came face to face with reality.

"Are you drunk!!?" he barked , steam basically pouring out of his ears.

But your pleading eyes and empty silence gave him the answer he needed. "Are you kidding me??" he snarled as he slammed the steering wheel.

Oh God no. A blinding pain ripped through your head when Jay's palms made contact with the hard plastic. You winched turning your head away from your furious brother, letting out a whimper.

Jay's eyes widened at the sound, his heart breaking, realizing the pain you were in.

If he was going to be mad at you or at least punish you, you needed to be sober.

He stepped on the pedal as the light turned green taking a few breaths, trying to calm himself down.

With the vice lords reclaiming their territory and selling uncut fentanyl, bodies were dropping all over the city most of them being kids.

Kids..... your age.

Every kid at the morgue, just reminded him of you. He saw parents sobbing, begging for their kids to come back but Jay new better. They were never going to come home. Ever.

So he made it a priority to catch these ruthless creatures. He made it a priority over his sleep, over nine hours shifts and unknown to him, over spending time with you.

"Hey , hey" he whispered, not wanting to hurt you again, "We'll talk about this later ok? for now...... just..... it's ok..... I've got you" here reached out his hand, the other still on the steering wheel, to slowly rub your back as you tried to breath through the pain.

" I got you"

***

Jay wrapped a hand around you allowing you to hold onto him for support.

Silently, he deposited you on the couch, laying you down. He knew that he wasn't in any state to talk to you. He needed to clear his mind from his racing thoughts and rueful images of dying teenagers.

His phone rang, indicating that the district was awaiting him. "Here" he reluctantly shook your shoulders "Y/n, I need to go ok? Will will be here soon"

***

Almost half an hour had passed and you were waiting for Will to get out of the shower. You'd heard Jay explain everything to him over the phone.

You thought about how disappointed he would be.

Will —being the nerd he was— always helped you with your projects and gave you pop quizzes during breakfast, before your exams. He taught you how to organize flashcards just like he did in med school.

Even through your blurry thoughts, the image of Will's betrayed face and embarrassed eyes, knowing you cheated, lingered on your mind.

Your body was all over the place. Tiny noises echoing through your ear. Your muscles simultaneously aching and loose.

You were shivering as you tried to curl up into a ball. Your body trying to hold what little heat it had within itself.

But nothing stopped your tears.

You felt water drops make their way down your cheeks forming small splotches of water on the cushion you laid your head on.

And you didn't bother to wipe them away.

Will more or less was in the same state you were in. There was a multi-vehicle accident on the highway and victims were piling in the ED. He was running from one treatment room to the other, waiting to get back home and crash.

Will walked over to you with a huge glass of water and an advil, gently nudging you to sit up.

Your head still pounded, your eyes zoning in and out of the figure in front of you "Y/n, here drink the whole glass and take this" Will soothed, placing the glass and the pill in your hand "I—I'm sorry" You whispered, distracting yourself from Will's eyes.

Will knew he should be angry. Just like Jay was but he couldn't bring himself to blaming you, not until he had the full story anyway.

You looked so petite on the enormous couch, your legs folded on top of each other, arms shaking as you drowned the glass of water along with the Advil.

Your red puffy eyes and tear strained cheeks,were a contrast from your usual self. or he thinks. He's been pretty busy lately, so he's not too sure. " We'll talk about it later. I'm not angry. I promise"

He assured and was about to head to bed himself when you grabbed his wrist.

If he wasn't angry at you then maybe— just maybe—he would help you.

"Stay" You pleaded , the word falling from your lips just as easily as it had, many, many times before.

And just like before, you were met with Will's soft brown eyes filled with sympathy, ready to help. Ready—to be by your side.

He's slowly nodded climbing onto the couch, next to you. He wrapped an arm around you and you nestled into him, laying your head on his chest.

You found some comfort as he embraced you, talking you under his arm and encompassing you in his warmth.

Holding on to him, you hoped that he would take your pain away, just like he did when you were little.

***

Will woke up to an uncomfortable feeling of something —or someone— tugging at his shirt.

He slowly opened his eyes allowing them to adjust to the light as he felt another a tug at his side. He looked over to you, but your eyes were shut, brimming with tears, your arm laid across his chest.

You were holding on to Will , using him as a lifeline, grounding you from the pain.

You felt a hand squeezing your own, stopping you from gripping the fabric "Y/n?" You opened your eyes to look up at will who had tears of his own, staring at the state you were in "it's okay, I'm here, I'm right here"

He encircles you, tighter than before, whispering soothing assurances into your hair.

***

With Will's help, the pain slowly subsides, allowing you access to your thoughts again.

You step out of the shower, into the living room and your eyes widen seeing Jay and Will sitting at the kitchen counter.

You didn't even hear Jay come in, but right now taking in his hardened glare, you didn't dare ask.

You knew what was coming and you didn't fight. You couldn't.

"So apparently we're cheating on our midterms now, huh?" Jay's calm voice made shivers run down your spine, starting to take rapid breaths.

"And apparently, someone thinks it's ok to steal alcohol from my stash" He gritted, never breaking I contact with you. "Do you think that's how the world works Y/n? DO YOU? BECAUSE LAST TIME I CHECKED YOU'RE STILL A FUCKING TEENAGER!!" He spat, his thoughts fuming towards your trembling body.

It was every dieing body flashing before his eyes, as the past months' agony slipped off his tongue.

"Jay" Will's voice was stern, giving a knowing look towards his younger brother and didn't bother to give Jay time to argue with him.

"Y/n, we need to know what's going on"

"With school, with tests with....... everything" he stated giving you a solemn look meaning every word he said, promising himself that he would do whatever it takes to figure out what had been going on.

You sucked in a breath weighing all your options. You didn't want them to think that you needed a babysitter or that you couldn't take care of yourself.

You knew that they had their own problems to worry about but you couldn't take it anymore.

You hated it.

The feeling of your lungs collapsing, struggling to find air for your body, your stress skyrocketing anytime you sat down to study, never getting any thing done.

All day long you would constantly tell yourself to do your work. Every spare second is spent in making a list of things you want to do but when it was time to actually do those things, your mind wandered and emptied.

You took another deep breath, looking up from your feet, your eyes meeting your brothers.

You spilled the past months events from how alone you were all the time and not being able to concentrate to how you ended up drunk at school and cheating on your midterms.

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you your hands trembled. You stood crying in the middle of the room until you felt a pair of arms around you.

Will placed his hand at the nape of your neck as he stroked your back with the other "Breathe Y/n, just Breathe" He slowly pulled away leading you to the couch.

God, how he wished he could turn back time. Then he'd been more vigilant to notice the changes that had come over you.

You felt the couch dip on both sides but you intently studied your fingers, fumbling with the hem of your shirt and wiped the tears off your face. They were mad. No, they were furious. You knew it.

But for some reason, they weren't showing it. Maybe they were waiting-

"We're not mad"

You without your head around to look at Jay, furrowing your eyebrows in disbelief. Jay? Not mad? HA.

"but I am disappointed though, but that's only because you didn't tell us......

but stealing alcohol was bad too" he added, earning him a glare from Will.

"Y/n, what Jay means is— we could've helped with school . Homework . Tests . Anything, you name it. We will help" he assured, "But how do we know you need help, if you don't tell us?"

You sighed, taking in the weird turn of events that had happened before you. You had wasted all this time, trying to figure out all your problems out, when the answer was right in front of you.

A mountain of guilt now sat on Jay's shoulders, weighing down on him, pushing him deeper into a wormhole of 'if's'.

Maybe if he'd just been a little more careful, this wouldn't have happened.

Maybe if he'd stop and listen to you once in a while, this wouldn't have happened.

While trying to save kids out on the street, he forgot to care for the kid at home. You were his sister, and yet, here you are in front of him, barely keeping yourself together.

But that would change. Right here. *Right now.*

"Y/n," Jay started "If you would have told us how alone and stressed you were feeling.....I would've taken some time off... Maybe we'd watch a movie or something. All you had to do was ask...... And we'll get you the help you need, y/n. You good with that?" he questioned, his anger and frustration dissipating.

You saw your brother, the workaholic detective, wanting to put his job aside, for you .

You were more important to him, than his job—You realized.

" Yea... Yeah, I am"

Will stood up and got another advil with another glass of water. "and maybe you wouldn't end up drunk and cheating on your test" he smirked, crouching in front of you.

"God, I didn't think it would hurt this bad. I am never drinking again!" you smiled , as you drowned the pill.

"See now that's what I like to hear!!" Jay exclaimed, wrapping his arms around you, squeezing you into his chest. You squirmed, trying to get out of his grip, laughing, when you were joined by Will.

You know what? Maybe, things are going to be okay? Ya know?

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cherryyharryy · 3 years

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i have an idea for a request (it’s totally ok if you don’t want to do it) like an angst-> fluff where one of harry’s songs accidentally gets leaked bc of y/n like she has something on a flash drive and the song is on another and they get mixed up and obviously he’s really mad at y/n and they have a fight he’s super snappy with her but something happens to her like she gets into a really big accidental or something and he forgives her bc he cares about her more tha the leaked song

WC: 2.7k

***

Damage control wasn’t even an option.

Y/n sat there, staring at Harry’s laptop, numb to everything except the blaring desire to go back in time just two minutes. Two minutes is all she would need to undo possibly the biggest screwup of her life.

And the worst part is that this mistake ultimately doesn’t affect her. At least not in comparison to how it will affect Harry. And his band. And his team. Basically everyone involved with his career.

Her mind is equally begging for her to shut down and come up with a plan—an excuse—something, Is there anyway this wasn’t my fault?

She checks the time, her heart sinking to her stomach when she realizes Harry and his team will be back any minute. Any minute and she’s done for.

They’ve only been together for five months, officially. She’s still new to most everyone. She’s that girl Harry’s dating.

“I told you he played in that movie.” Jeff’s voice echoes outside the studio. Y/n closes the laptop and prays for strength.

“I have him confused with someone else.” Harry bustles through the door, a small crowd of people filing in behind him, back to the spots they left an hour ago. “Hey darling,” he greets, “finish your paper?”

Y/n’s frozen, morbidly wishing he had found out about his song leaking on his own so she wouldn’t have to tell him. “Uh, almost.”

He kisses the top of her head and hands her a cup of frozen yogurt. “Your favorite.”

“Thanks.” She sets it on the table she’s sat at while Harry pulls up a chair beside her. “Aren’t you guys still working?”

He waves in the direction of his band, “Mitch’s gotta fix his guitar.” He snickers, and slides his laptop out from under y/n’s hands. “Had a bit of an accident in the car.”

Y/n’s head tingles with what must be nerve damage, her place in this world, her place in this room, decreasing in value as Harry opens his computer.

“It’s gonna melt.” He nods to her yogurt.

“I’m not hungry.”

He furrows his brow. “You alright?”

“Mhm.” She looks around the room, everyone busy getting back to work, light chatter passing among them. “Uh, actually, I uh, I have to tell you something.” Y/n tries to swallow the lump in her throat with no luck.

“Okay…” He shuts the laptop and gives her his full attention.

“Okay, um—”

“What the fuck!?” The room freezes as everyone turns toward Jeff. “Harry someone’s got a hold of your song!”

Harry scrambles to his manager, complete shock on his face as they both stare down at Jeff’s phone. “Fuck.” They start to play a video, the sound of a girl screaming, with Harry’s unconsented voice playing in the background, fills the room. “How the hell did this happen?” He’s gritting through his teeth, neck red, veins bulging in his hands as he rips the phone out of Jeff’s hand. “HOW? Someone answer me!”

Y/N considers keeping quiet. Playing innocent. What good will it do to confess anyway? It’s not like it’ll undo what she’s done.

Sarah chimes in from across the room, “It looks like it happened half an hour ago. That’s when this video I’m looking at was posted.”

Y/n’s staring down at her lap, holding her head up with her fingers pressed into her temples when Harry slings himself back into the chair next to her.

“All that work, all that fucking work,” he nearly growls, “for some cunt to spread my unfinished song around for a buck.”

Y/n peers up to the room, a completely different picture compared to five minutes ago. Now there’s talk of lawyers and pressing charges while everyone shuffles around. Jeff slams the door as he steps out with his phone to his ear, and y/n knows she can’t claim denial, it’ll only make things worse.

“Uh, Harry?”

“What is it?” He doesn’t look at her, eyes glaring at his phone while another video plays of a group of people reacting to his song. “Glad they fucking like it.”

“Harry?”

“What, y/n?”

She shrinks under his gaze, mouth dry as she forces her confession out. “I uh, this is all my fault.��

“What are you talking about?”

“I’m so, so sorry. And I’ll do anything—I know I can’t fix it—but...”

Harry’s tongue presses against the inside of his cheek, his eyes narrowing in on her as a morbid silence forms a little bubble around them. “Go on,” he whispers with grit, “finish what you were gonna say.”

She stutters, desperately trying to figure him out. “I’m just sorry. It was an accident.”

“An accident? How did you even manage to do this?”

“I—”

“Do you have any idea what this accident means, y/n?”

She reluctantly shakes her head no.

“How the fuck did you do this?”

“I—I don’t know...I was taking a break from my paper, and, I don’t know Harry.” She’s in tears now, warm and salty as they spill down her cheeks. Her mouth wobbles around another apology, but no sounds make it out.

“Fix it.”

“What?”

He stands up, yanking his laptop off the table, pausing to glare at her one last time. “I said, to fix it.” With that he storms across the room, slinging the door open just as Jeff reenters.

“Harry, your attorney—”

“Forget it.” He turns around and points his phone towards y/n silently sobbing in the corner. “She’s gonna handle it.” He takes one step out into the hall and stops, spinning on his heels to face the studio. “Don’t speak to me until you do.”

Mitch’s guitar that was fixed and propped against the wall, crashes to the floor when Harry slams the door.

Chatter passes around the room one more time, only now everyone seems to be in agreeance—that girl never should have been allowed in the studio, and maybe, Harry should break up with her.

***

Early morning rain fell outside Harry’s apartment. It was still dark, street lamps burning through the fog in the city below. His home fills with coffee as he pours his fifth cup; the prior four never offering more than a few sips before he had abandoned them somewhere, the counter, mantle, bookshelf, because he can’t talk without his hands.

Y/n sits on his couch. It’s velvet and pink and too big for one person. She hated it the first time he invited her over. If he breaks up with her, she’s going to tell him how ugly it is.

“I don’t know what you expect me to do.” She’s exhausted. She hadn’t hesitated to drive over when he finally responded to one of her hundreds of texts in the week since the mishap. But now she regrets it. They’ve been going in circles with the same argument for the past four hours. She’s convinced he invited her over just to be mean. She sighs, rubbing her temples. “I said I was sorry. You know that I’m sorry. And you know that I never, ever in a million years, would have done something like this on purpose.”

“I’m allowed to be angry with you. I have every right to be.”

“Do you, though?” She straightens up on his ugly couch and looks at him leaning against the doorframe that leads into the kitchen. “Aren’t you a little tired of hating me? God Harry, everyone else in the whole world has moved on except you.”

“It’s not everyone else’s song, is it? It’s not everyone else’s months and months of hard work. It’s not everyone else’s unfinished art? Nobody else is having to deal with a girlfriend that is so careless, so thoughtless, that she actually managed to leak my song!”

“Stop raising your voice at me!”

“You had no business snooping around my computer anyway! I told you you could work on your fucking paper, not to go prying around my personal shit!”

“You know what,” she scoffs, shooting up off the couch, “this argument is so pointless. You didn’t want me here so we could talk. You just wanted to torture me because you’re mad that people don’t love your stupid song.”

“What the fuck did you say?”

She brushes his shoulder as she passes by him, and a drip of his coffee spills onto his hand. He curses, and follows her into the kitchen where he lays his final cup down on the island.

“You’re being a baby because people aren’t fawning over you like they usually do.” She shrugs and slings her bag over her shoulder. “It’s not your best song, Harry.”

The veins in his neck strain against his flaming skin. His cheeks are sucked in, and if he bites down on the skin any harder he’ll puncture his face. “Get the fuck out.”

“I was already leaving, dumb ass.” She strides by him once more, practically feeling the heat steaming off his body. When she gets to the front door, she pauses with her hand on the knob. “Your couch is hideous, by the way. Just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you have to buy shitty looking stuff.”

When she slams the door behind her, the apartment shakes, and cold coffee spills from each cup.

***

It’s nearing five a.m. when y/n backs out of the complex. Her wipers race across the windshield, but do nothing against the downpour wreaking havoc in the city. She does her best to stay on what she assumes is her side of the road, swerving to the right each time headlights blind her.

“Shit.” Nothing is open, and she can’t even see where it would be safe to pull over to let the rain pass. But her home isn’t that far, and traffic isn’t too bad.

She comes to a stop at a red light, only to realize she missed a left turn she should’ve made a minute ago. “Damn it. Fucking hell.”

As soon as the light turns green, she spins the wheel to make a U-turn, and if it hadn’t been for the rain, and her own clouded mind, and Harry’s voice echoing in her ears, she might have seen the truck who didn’t even try to avoid her.

***

It’s the headache from hell that wakes her up. And it’s the sterile smell of hospital that jogs her memory. And it’s a nurse not much older than y/n that says something about you’re lucky to be alive.

She’s poked and prodded and asked a thousand questions before her IV is adjusted and a pill to ease one of the many pains scratching her body is handed to her in a small plastic cup. A police officer repeats half of this process, and somewhere in the mess of her reality, she learns that the other driver was sending a text to his wife when he plowed into her car. He’s at home and she’s here. Lucky to be alive.

She made calls to her mom and friends, and even managed to type out a decent email to her professors for her upcoming absence in class.

When she automatically pulled up Harry’s name on her phone, the last text he sent, the one inviting her over so he could make her more miserable than she already was, sat there in all its taunting glory.

What is she even supposed to say? Hey, I know you hate my existence right now, but I’m lying here in a hospital bed with bandages wrapped around my head. It’d be cool if you stopped by.

It’s not long before the sun pops up and reminds y/n of just how early it is. The clouds part, and it’s like it had never even rained, like it had never even been dark for hours, and if she closes her eyes, y/n can pretend that the past week hadn’t even happened.

***

“How are you feeling today?” The nurse checks y/n’s IV, humming after her question.

“Just sore. Ready to get out of here.”

“We’ve started the paperwork, so shouldn’t be too long. Who’s coming to get you?”

Y/n blinks, feeling stupid she hadn’t thought this far ahead. She doesn’t even have a car anymore. The nurse looks over the computer monitor, waiting for a response.

“Uh, my friend.”

“Awesome. Dr. Kirby has to come check on you one last time before you leave. I’ll go see if he can stop by now, if you want to let your friend know.”

As soon as the nurse is out the door, y/n scrambles to turn her phone back on, and once it is, her lock screen is filled with missed calls and unanswered texts.

She’ll respond later; gives her something to do in the car to occupy her in front of Harry.

She can’t call him. Harry’s not a monster, although the past week doesn’t exactly prove her case, but she knows he wouldn’t refuse to come get her. If anything, he’ll be annoyed she didn’t tell him about the accident sooner. But she’s too emotional to deal with hearing his voice.

She types out a text recounting her last 24 hours, along with the name of the hospital. He immediately reads it, and a moment later he’s trying to call.

To: Harry

I’m too tired to talk rn

She lies. And it works.

From: Harry

I’ll be there as fast as i can

***

“Baby?”

Y/n cracks her eyes open, irritated she never quite fell asleep. Confused as to why Harry’s calling her baby. Angry that she cares. And the next words out of his mouth are ones she’d been predicting.

“Why didn’t you call me? I would’ve dropped everything. You’ve been here all alone, shit. Are you okay? What hurts?”

He’s hovering over her, fidgeting, unsure if he can touch her.

“I’m fine now. Just sore. And tired.”

“Fuck I can’t believe this, I—”

“The doctor already said I can go. I’m not allowed to walk out on my own, so, you need to let the nurse know you’re here. She’ll take me down in a wheelchair.”

“Baby I’m so sorry-”

“No, Harry. You would still be busy hating my guts right now—”

“Hate you? I don’t hate you?”

“Well you did a great job this week making me feel otherwise.”

Harry sighs, gripping the bed frame and dropping his chin to his chest. When he looks back up he has tears brimming his eyes. “I’m sorry,” his voice cracks. “I know I’ve been an ass this week. I—you were right. I took out my anger from no one lovin’ the song on you.”

“Well it’s not no one. A lot of people did. And it’s unfinished anyway. You wouldn’t enjoy a meal if it was only cooked halfway.”

He nods, but y/n knows he’s only accepting her words because of the situation.

“You mean so much more to me than a leaked song. I’m sorry I treated you like shit. And that I—I made you think I hated you. You have every right to hate me.”

“You annoy the hell out of me, but I don’t hate you.”

His lips twitch, but a few tears slide down his cheeks. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.” She takes his hand off the rail and smoothes her thumb across his knuckles. “You can make it up to me by getting me out of here.”

“I can do that.” He kisses the top of her head and hits the remote to call for the nurse.

“You can really kiss me, y’know. I’m not gonna break.”

He’s hesitant, but slowly lowers his head to press his lips to hers. He’s timid, and his lips are still damp from tears, but it’s more relieving than either of them would ever admit.

The nurse ends their moment when she pops in the room, pushing a wheelchair in front of her. “Hi, you must be y/n’s friend.”

“Friend?” He peers down at y/n, suggestion lacing the word. “Care to explain?”

“Not really, I’m so tired.”

“Mhm.” He clicks his tongue, supporting her arm as she swings her legs off the bed. Once she’s standing and steady, he tucks her hair behind her ear and bends down so his mouth can graze her lobe. “Since we’re just friends, I guess you’ll have to sleep on my ugly couch.”

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elen-aranel · 3 years

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Ok. Don’t worry. I just want to see if you could do one where Christopher Pike is taking care of his wife after she gets side effects from a shot she had to get.

As long as it’s not pushing you out of your comfort zone.

The weather is grey and cold and writing this has made me feel warm. Thank you so much for my first ever request @sitkafay I really hope you like it 💖

Side Effects May Include

Pairing: Christopher Pike x F!Reader (no Y/N) Warnings: fluff, reader is sick WC: 1660 Tag list: @jusvibbbin (to be added to my Pike X Reader taglist let me know)

“It’s bad. Ensign Parsons almost died. Some humans are particularly susceptible, according to Phil.” Chris takes a bite of the pasta carbonara you synthesised for dinner. You thought your husband might need some comfort food – today had been tough.

The transporter’s bio filters hadn’t picked up the infection when the away team beamed back from the planet the Enterprise had been surveying a couple of days ago. So by the time the first person got sick, it had already infected almost all of exobiology and the beta-shift security team.

“They developed an antiviral and a vaccine, though, right?” You say, concerned, taking a sip of your synthesised white wine.

“Yes. Phil came up and administered the vaccine to the bridge crew already, and engineering are going to sickbay to get their doses overnight. Everyone else gets theirs tomorrow.” Chris sighs a little and you see the worry in his blue eyes. “It could have been a lot worse – it’s only as infectious as Earth’s flu, so locking down the ship has worked. Phil said it if had been as infectious as measles we could have been looking at multiple fatalities, even with the antiviral.” He sighs a little and you put your fork down and reach out for your husband’s hand.

“Too close for comfort,” you say, and he nods. You both take a moment, then he brightens up.

“You all right to work from ’home’ tomorrow?”

“I expect I’ll cope.” You grin, happy to see his dimpled smile in return.

It’s odd having to synthesise a mask to wear to go to sickbay. Environmental control has been set to filter the virus in the air, but the ship is a closed system and Chris – Captain Pike, you remind yourself; he may be your husband but you are on duty – has let Boyce take the lead. The CMO is not taking any chances.

You sit on a bio bed as a Nurse T’Hara scans you.

“I have confirmed you do not have any of the virus in your system. With your permission I will now administer the vaccine. You should have full immunity within eighteen hours, but prior to that you may experience some side effects as your immune system adjusts. We estimate the probability of this to be less than five percent based on the crew who have received this treatment so far.”

You nod, understanding. Chris didn’t have any side effects, so hopefully you won’t either.

She presses a hypo spray to your neck.

Back in your quarters you sit at Chris’s desk, PADD in hand. You look out at the stars going by at warp. In three days the ship is due to scan a nebula with some interesting subspace properties, and you are working on a proposal for the best way to scan it – routes round the nebula and sensor optimisation, as well as probes, possibly to collect more data and to take samples. You love when Enterprise has a spatial phenomenon to investigate – stars drew you to Starfleet in the first place, and you love being on the cutting edge of astrophysics. The proposal is almost done, and you’re due to send it to Spock by 12:00 after you reread it and cross check your supporting data.

But somehow it’s difficult to concentrate. Maybe it’s the way you can see the stars going by? Your office doesn’t have a window, and you don’t usually use this desk. Chris has so much paperwork to handle you understand that he can’t do it all in his ready room; you like that you get to spend time with him as he works. But you don’t often bring work back to your quarters, and if you do you usually sit on the sofa.

You get up and stretch, and walk across to the sofa. You feel like you do the day after you’ve had a particularly rough workout. But the ship went into lockdown before you and Maryam – Lieutenant Ahmed, your friend in security – could have your weekly sparring session yesterday. Weird.

You sit down, tucking your legs under you, and get back to your proposal. You manage to read and edit a couple more sections. There’s only double checking the referenced data to do now. You shake your head a little; you feel a bit spaced out. Not quite connected with your body.

“Computer, what time is it?”

“The current time is 09:55.”

You have time to take a little break. You put your PADD aside, and rub your eyes. You could just shut them for a few minutes – your head is aching a bit, but it’ll probably be fine in five minutes or so.

“Sweetheart?”

Someone wants something. But your head is aching and you’re so drowsy. If you ignore them they’ll go away.

“Sweetheart? Are you okay?”

You blink, opening your eyes, squinting. Chris’s face is right in front of you, his blue eyes staring into yours, worried.

“’m fine,” you say. But your voice sounds a little rough. “What’re you doing here?”

“Spock was expecting you to send that proposal. When you didn’t we commed you but you didn’t reply.”

He reaches out a hand and holds the back of it against your forehead. It’s pleasantly cool and you lean into the touch, sighing a little as he flips his hand round and strokes your cheek.

“Sorry. I had a bit of a headache. Thought I’d just close my eyes for a few minutes. Don’t know what happened. What time is it now?”

“13:00. You’re a bit warm. how do you feel?”

“Not great. My head’s pounding, and if I’d known I’d fall asleep I’d have gone to bed.” You groan as you shift. “My muscles are all ache-y, and the sofa hasn’t helped.”

Chris presses a kiss to your forehead. “Sounds like you’re having a reaction to the vaccine. Sickbay reported that a few people had. Come on, let’s get you a little more comfortable.” He puts an arm round you and helps you stretch your legs out along the sofa. He grabs a couple of throw cushions and props them behind your back.

“Don’t you need to get back to the bridge?” As sick as you feel you know that Chris has to prioritise the ship; one of the things you love about him is his commitment to the people under his care.

“Number One has the conn. Actually I’d planned to get caught up on crew evals in the ready room while everything was quiet, but...” you see the love in his eyes as he stands. “You need me. Can’t neglect you when you feel like this.”

“If you’re sure,” you say, glad that he’s staying, but still feeling the need to check. You close your eyes again, now feeling a bit cold.

Next thing you know Chris’s strong arm is around you, and there’s a delicious smell in front of your nose. You open your eyes – Chris must have dimmed the lights because you don’t need to squint anymore.

“Chicken soup. It’ll make you feel better.”

You take a small sip from the cup he’s holding in front of you. It’s the perfect temperature, hot but not too hot, and the savoury flavour bursts across your tongue, familiar somehow, and soothing. You hum in pleasure, and take another sip, bringing your hands up to hold the cup.

“Mom made the program after you said you liked it last time we visited. It’s the soup she put in a flask for us when we went for a ride on the last evening we were there. She said it won’t be as good as homemade, but she hoped you’d like it anyway. I’ve been keeping it to surprise you... now seemed like a good time.”

“Thank you,” you say, leaning back into him. You remember that ride – he had taken you to his favourite place for stargazing as a kid, and you had sat there looking at the Milky Way, the horses nearby, you and Chris snuggled under blankets, warm together in the cool desert night. You need to thank her, you think, when you feel better.

“Thought this was the best to get some food into you, get you hydrated.” He squeezes you and kisses your temple. “Would you like to go to bed?”

“You have reports to go through, right? Maybe I can sit with you, while you read them here?”

“We can do that,” he says, voice warm, and he helps you move up so he can sit next to you. He flips the throw from the back of the sofa down over you, then he pulls you against him, and you lean back. He puts an arm round you again, and holds his PADD in his other hand. You doze, feeling comforted.

“...should resolve by themselves? Thanks. Yeah. I’ll make sure. Let me know if you— All right. Pike out.”

“Hmm?”

“Phil. He wants me to keep you hydrated, but thinks you’ll feel better by the morning.”

You stretch against him. You’re already feeling a bit more yourself – your headache is easing, even though your muscles are still a bit sore.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Chris. You—you didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to. In sickness and in health, right?”

“Right.”

“I’m going to get you some water, then something to eat if you can manage it, then hot shower to soothe those muscles, then bed. How does that sound?”

“That sounds perfect. But—”

“Your proposal? Spock has it. He’s pleased, says your idea to use the probes is a good one.”

“You think of everything, don’t you?” You swing your legs round, pulling away from him a little as you sit up, keeping the throw over your bottom half. You turn toward him, reaching out to touch his face. His mouth quirks into a smile.

“I’m not Captain for nothing, sweetheart.” He leans toward you and gives you a gentle kiss.

#Christopher Pike #Christopher Pike x Reader #Christopher Pike x You #request #writings of the girl from outer space #sitkafay #Star Trek discovery #star trek strange new worlds #star trek fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic

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iwritesickfic · 3 years

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"i kinda have a crush"

synopsis: Henry has a crush on his roommate's best friend Tom. When he gets sick, he's not sure whether Tom's concern means he feels the same.

Henry doesn't have time for a cold. Especially not now. Finals start next week, and between studying for exams, finishing final projects, and going to class, pretty much all his time is going to be occupied. Today, he woke up with a headache and a sore throat, which he's trying to convince himself is just a product of poor sleep, but deep down he knows is just the beginning of something worse to come.

Now, he's in his room, wrapped in his comforter and highlighting passages in his bio textbook, hearing his roommate Sam and his loud friends watching something equally loud in the living room. It's useless trying to ask them to quiet down - he learned after the sixth or seventh time asking that even though they all seem accommodating, they forget pretty quickly. Normally he'd be able to tune them out, but his steadily worsening headache is making it near impossible.

He gets up and starts pulling on clothes - the walk to the library may be freezing, but at least he'll get some quiet. Leaving his room, he's aware of how pissed off he must look, but he doesn't care enough to feign politeness to Sam and his friends.

He heads to the kitchen and grabs his travel mug - he's going to need coffee if he's going to last at the library. He's just filling it up when he hears a voice behind him.

"Hey! Henry! I didn't know you were home!" It's Tom. He's probably Sam's best friend - at the very least, he's the friend who's over more than anyone else. Henry suppresses a sigh. Tom is the exact kind of guy he doesn't like. Bro-y, athletic, always overly friendly to everyone - it just comes off as phony. It also just so happens that guys like this are always very attractive, and Tom is no exception. He turns around to grab milk from the fridge.

"Hey," he says, trying not to sound as annoyed as he feels.

"If I knew you were here I would've been a little quieter - you have finals coming up too, right?" Tom asks, leaning against the door frame in that way he always does.

"Mmhmm. It's fine. I'm going to the library." Talking to Tom is not helping the throbbing in his head. He starts to add the sugar and milk to his coffee.

"Are you sure? I can ask the guys to quiet down."

"No, it's fine." He snaps the cover onto his coffee and starts toward the door.

"Alright, well have a good day!"

"Thanks, you too." When he closes the front door he sighs, rubbing his eyes. He starts down the stairs. Being around people like that is exhausting on a normal day - Henry's always been quiet. Reserved. With the beginnings of a cold it's almost aggravating.

The frigid air outside makes his throat burn and his eyes water. His nose starts to run too, and he hopes it's just the temperature and not a new symptom. Knowing his luck he's going to be the one annoying person in the library constantly sniffling.

His time at the library is mostly uneventful, apart from going through a pack of travel tissues and getting dirty looks from other students. By the time they're ready to close, he feels significantly worse than he did this morning, but he's finished his biology review and is almost done with a paper for Transformative Design.

The trudge home feels like it takes forever - it's only about a 15 minute walk, but between the cold and feeling like crap it seems neverending. He can hear from the hallway outside the apartment that Sam's friends are still here, which makes him want to tear his hair out.

It's almost midnight when they leave, so it's only about that time he can get to sleep. He has class the next morning at 8, and when he wakes up with his alarm, he knows he's in for a full blown cold. His head still aches, and his sinuses feel sore and swollen. His throat kills too, and he feels shivery, despite the heavy comforter.

He lets himself lie in bed for a while, sniffling and trying to absorb as much warmth as he can from the comforter, before he drags himself up. He immediately pulls on his warmest sweater, even though he's just going to the bathroom. It doesn't help the shivering much, but it's something. He probably looks ridiculous, in just a pair of boxers and his oversized sweater, but he feels so shitty he doesn't really care.

Walking by the couch, he sees Tom asleep, shirtless. His heart flutters - he knew Tom was fit but it was something else to see it. The butterflies are almost annoying. There a million guys on campus, why does he have to get so worked up over this one?

In the shower, he cranks up the heat and lets the steam ease the aching in his sinuses. He's in there for too long, but the thought of having to actually walk to class in the cold makes him reluctant to get out.

He arrives to class a few minutes late - nose still dripping from the cold. Luckily today is just a lecture, but it's a five hour class, and he didn't have time to make any coffee this morning. He brought another little travel pack of tissues, but he's definitely going to have to ration them.

He's still shivering. It's worse after being out in the cold, and even though it should get better over time, nothing changes. He just sits there, achy and shivering and congested and miserable until 10:30, when the professor calls for a 10 minute break. Thank god. He needs coffee. There's a small shop in the building, so he forces himself up and out of his seat - which leads to a few seconds of particularly bad throbbing in his head - and out into the hall.

He almost groans when he sees who's working. Tom. Of course he's been to this little coffee spot a million times and he knows it's where Tom works, but he didn't think he'd have to see him this morning. Part of him is annoyed - he definitely does not have the energy to deal with him at the moment - but another part is a little embarrassed at how awful he must look. Not that he should care what Tom thinks of him, he reminds himself. Regardless, he walks up the counter, half occupied rubbing at his nose with a tissue.

"Hey," he says, and is surprised how congested he sounds. Tom turns, eyes lighting up.

"Hey!" He dims a little when he takes in his full appearance. "You ok?" Henry sniffles.

"Yeah. Fine. Can I get-"

"Large hot coffee, oat milk and sugar, right?" Henry's taken aback.

"Uh, yeah. You know my order?"

"Of course. It's an easy order." He goes about starting to make the drink. "Hope we didn't keep you up last night. I kept telling Sam to shut the fuck up but he doesn't listen to me."

"It's fine. I'm used to it." He sniffles again.

"You sound like you're coming down with something."

"And you sound like my mom." That makes Tom laugh, and again, Henry feels a stirring in his chest. Tom puts the lid on the drink and hands it to him, and Henry tries to hand him the money. Tom shakes his head.

"That's ok - on the house." That draws a little smile out of Henry. Tom smiles back, and for a minute he forgets how shitty he feels. "I hope you feel better."

"Thanks."

He heads back to class and sits down, taking a sip of the coffee. It tastes great, as always when Tom makes it, and the warmth helps to ease the chills at least somewhat. The rest of the lecture is spent half paying attention, and half worrying his sniffling and nose blowing is annoying. When it's finally over, he wants nothing more than to just go home and take a nap, but he has a problem set for calculus due tomorrow that he hasn't even started. So, reluctantly, he makes the trek to the library. He's able to work for most of the day uninterrupted - he's not very hungry, which maybe should be concerning but is convenient nonetheless.

By the time he's done, it's already dark out, and the walk home is brutal. The wind is whipping, and his scarf and hat aren't doing much to keep the cold out. His nose is running like a faucet and the cough he developed over the course of the day drags the cold air even further into his lungs. The coughs hurt, like they come from somewhere deep in his chest, and by the time he gets home his throat is destroyed.

When he gets home, he's glad to see Sam isn't making a racket for once. Still, he knows he's in for a restless night anyway. He puts a can of soup on the stove to heat up while he changes into sweatpants and a hoodie. His reflection in the mirror is definitely a sight - he's flushed from the cold, his hair a mess, and his eyes red rimmed.

He knows he should really fit in some more studying before he calls it a night, but after he picks at his soup and does the dishes, he's ready to fall over, so he just curls up in bed, coughing and shivery, and goes to sleep.

He wakes up a few times in the night coughing, and the soreness in his throat makes his eyes water. He's barely able to drag himself out of bed the next morning. His shivers have become more like shakes, and his cough feels like it never stops. He got a decent amount of sleep, but he still feels totally exhausted - even his muscles are sore.

His classes are a blur - he's too preoccupied with feeling awful to focus, and by the time he's done at 6, all he wants to do is go home and sleep until tomorrow morning. But, he knows he has to get at least one assignment done. After tomorrow, he'll have the whole weekend to relax. Not totally, but still.

Just the assignment tonight, classes tomorrow, then he can finally get some rest. The library probably isn't a good choice - his cough is too distracting, and he knows the walk home later will be torture. So instead, he goes back to the apartment. The cold air always exacerbates the cough, so the whole way home he's hacking, his nose running like a faucet. His ribs have started to hurt from all the coughing.

He almost wants to cry when he gets home and hears the sound of Sam and his friends in the living room. Why tonight of all nights? He trudges into his bedroom and changes - he's started to feel warm, which is a relief after feeling so cold all the time, but now it's becoming a both too warm and too cold feeling, so he tugs on his sweater and a fresh pair of boxers.

He starts to work on the physics problem set - there are only three problems total, but each of them usually take an hour at least, and that's when he's not feeling like death. He works for a while, but it's only when he starts to feel lightheaded he realizes he hasn't eaten yet today.

So, he heads into the kitchen and rummages around for a can of chicken noodle. He finds it, but he's too weak and shaky to work the can open right. He tries for a good three minutes before he feels a lump form in his throat.

"Hey, do you want some help with that?" He turns to see Tom standing in the doorway. Self consciously, he sniffles and clears his throat.

"Uh, y-yeah, that would be great." Tom smiles softly and walks over, making quick work of the can. Henry expects him to just go back into the living room, but he grabs the pot from the cabinet and turns on the stove.

"You've got quite a cough there." Henry feels himself blush. They all must be able to hear him from his room.

“Sorry, I-”

“Hey, no, no don’t be sorry. We make enough noise, you’re allowed to be sick.” He pours the soup into the pot and starts to grab spices from the shelf.

“I’m not sick.” Henry isn’t sure why he’s being so defensive, but Tom doesn’t challenge him, just smirks.

“Well whatever it is, it sounds brutal.” He shakes a few of the spices into the soup, stirring slowly.

“I’m ok. Really.” There’s a bit of an awkward silence before someone calls Tom from the other room. He looks a little dismayed, but puts on a smile.

“Feel better, ok?” He rests his arm on Henry’s upper arm, giving him a soft smile, before heading back into the living room. And there’s that fluttering in his chest again.

On his way back to his room, he catches a bit of a conversation.

“I think we should go out.” That’s Tom’s voice.

“Nah dude, it’s freezing.” That’s Sam.

“C’mon, let’s go. It’ll be fine.”

“Alright, whatever.”

Henry smiles to himself. Maybe it’s reaching to think Tom did that specifically for him, but part of him really hopes he did.

The rest of the night is blissfully quiet, apart from his incessant cough. By the time he’s finished with the last problem, it’s midnight, and the world is swimming. He’s never been happier to lie down. But, it’s short lived. Despite being exhausted, his cough and what he suspects is a fever are making it all but impossible to sleep. He drifts in and out of half-sleep, sometimes too hot, sometimes too cold. Luckily his class isn’t until the afternoon, but he spends the whole morning much like the night before. When he finally gets up, he feels truly ready to fall over. His headache is horrendous, throbbing and pounding at the slightest provocation. His sinuses are still swollen, along with his poor throat that makes him wince with every swallow. The cough is the same if not a little worse, except now it sends cramping pain through his ribs.

On the walk to class, he just keeps repeating the same idea in his head. Just three hours, then you can rest. The class is truly a blur, but the walk home is too unpleasant to tune out. Once again, the freezing temperature isn’t any help, and forcing his aching body to walk through the snow gets harder with every step.

He turns the corner for the front door of his building, and a wave of relief washes over him. But, he’s confused when he sees someone standing near the buzzer. He’s even more confused when he realizes it’s Tom.

“Hey, uh, Sam isn’t here. He’s gone for the weekend.” He says, embarrassed at how thready and weak his voice sounds. Tom turns, looking confused.

“Why are you out here? It’s freezing.” He says, and Henry isn’t sure whether it’s the fever that’s keeping him from putting the dots together or this just doesn’t make sense.

“Sam isn’t upstairs,” he repeats, and Tom sighs gently.

“I’m not here to see Sam.” It still isn’t clicking. “C’mon, let’s go inside.”

“Ok…” He unlocks the door and clumsily shakes the snow off his boots before getting into the elevator. Tom follows, and Henry figures someone else must be in the building that Tom wants to see, but Tom follows him right to the door. Henry sighs and rubs his eyes. “Tom, what do you want?”

For the first time, it looks like Tom might actually be nervous.

“I came to check up on you.” Henry suddenly feels a strange bundle of emotions unfurl in his stomach.

“Oh,” is all he can manage to get out. Tom bites his lip.

“Is that ok?”

“Yeah! Yeah, it’s fine, uh…” He takes a deep breath, but breaks into a fit of coughs before he can speak. He feels a steady hand on his back. After he’s done with the fit the world swims, and there’s a hand on his shoulder.

“Let’s go inside so you can sit down, ok?” Henry just nods, and after a few moments of struggling to fit the key into the lock, Tom does it for him. Immediately, he strips off his scarf and coat and practically collapses onto the couch, pulling off his boots. He leans back into the cushions, closing his eyes.

“Fuck…” he breathes, and he hears Tom laugh quietly. When he opens his eyes, he sees Tom sitting in front of him on the coffee table, still looking nervous. “Why would you wanna check on me?”

“Well you didn’t seem so good last night, and I wanted to make sure you were ok. Even though you hate my guts,” he says with a smile. He starts to rummage through his backpack, and pulls out a bottle of tylenol and a thermometer, as well as a quart container of soup.

“I don’t hate your guts,” Henry says quietly, and Tom gives him another smile.

“Well that’s good to hear.” He leans forward and starts to move his palm toward his forehead, but hesitates. “Is this ok?” Henry nods, and sighs when he feels the cool palm on his overheated skin. He moves his hand to his cheek. “Jesus, you’re really burning up.”

He lets out another volley of coughs, and Tom rubs his back again. It feels nice, but it doesn’t make the confusion go away. For now though, he’s happy to just be looked after.

“Here.” Tom slips the thermometer under his tongue, brushing some of his hair away from his face. When it beeps, he takes it out. “102. Not so bad.” Henry has a feeling he’s saying that more for his benefit than his own. “You want me to grab you some more comfortable clothes?” Henry just nods, and Tom smiles in return. “Alright.”

He gets up and walks into the bedroom, leaving Henry alone on the couch, finally giving him a moment to process all of this. Why on earth would Tom care about him? They’re not really friends, are they? And Tom was straight, wasn’t he? And even if he wasn’t, there’s no way he’d actually like Henry of all people. And did Henry even like him? Sure, he’s sweet and funny and impossibly hot, but he’s friends with Sam. And he’s on the soccer team. And he’s so outgoing and friendly all the time, wouldn’t that get annoying?

He almost doesn’t notice when Tom gets back.

“Here you go. You want me to go in the kitchen while you change?” He hands him the clothes, and Henry bites his lip.

“If you want to.” Is that a weird answer? Tom smirks.

“I’m fine if you’re fine.”

Henry starts to take off his shirt, but he’s so shaky and uncoordinated, Tom has to help him, which probably killed any romance the situation offered, he thinks. The clean fabric feels nice against his feverish skin. The pants go the same way, and he didn’t realize how uncomfortable he was until now.

“Here, lean your head back,” Tom says, and he does. Tom presses a cool, damp cloth to his forehead, and he sighs softly. “That feels good?” He nods. There’s a few moments of silence while he just relaxes into the feeling. Then, he sits up straight.

“Why are you doing all this?” Tom looks nervous again.

“You’re my...friend. And I care about you,” he says, and Henry feels his heart sink a little.

“Oh. Ok.” He must sound disappointed, because Tom smiles.

“Hoping for a different answer?” Henry shrugs, and Tom rubs his jaw.

“I mean, it’s a little embarrassing but I used to...have a crush on you. But I think you made it kind of clear you weren’t interested.” Henry can’t hide his confusion.

“I made it clear?” He’s genuinely not sure what Tom is talking about. Sure, he’s never out right flirted with him, but he always thought he was straight anyway.

“Just...one word answers to everything, always seeming like you had somewhere else to be - it’s fine. I don’t know why I even brought it up. You want some soup?” Henry just nods, and Tom smiles. “Ok, sounds good.”

He heads into the kitchen, and Henry’s mind runs a mile a minute. There’s no way he’s telling the truth right? But why would he lie? He comes back through the doorway and leans against the frame.

“It’s on the stove, just have to wait a few minutes. You feeling ok?”

“Yeah, uh...I wanna tell you something.” Henry doesn’t know how he can make leaning against a doorframe look so good.

“Shoot.”

“I kinda had a crush on you too. Or...have.” He can feel himself blushing. Tom laughs.

“You have a really funny way of showing it.” He’s beaming, and it makes Henry smile too.

“Well it’s not my fault you’re so annoying,” he says, and Tom walks back over to the coffee table and sits down. Tom’s hand rests on his forehead, then makes its way down to his cheek. It feels so steady. Stable.

“I’m not the one that got themself sick with pneumonia because I wouldn’t miss a class, am I?” Without thinking, Henry wraps his arms around him as tight as he can - which isn’t very tight, but still. He buries his face in the crook of his neck and takes a deep breath. Tom rubs his back gently.

“Thank you, for doing all this,” he whispers, and Tom squeezes him a little bit tighter.

“Anytime.”

#my writing #oc henry #oc tom #two more boys pining for each while one has a cold what's new?

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10. Christmas Shopping

@yooniestummy because we all stan Hyunjin’s long hair....

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Hyunjin

Caregiver: Chan and Jisung

Hyunjin‘s POV.:

I woke up hot and sweaty this morning, my sheets stuck to my back and my head started pounding when I sat up. For some reason, I was the last to wake up. We had no official schedule for today so we had planned to go Christmas shopping as a group. I already had most of my presents wrapped and hidden underneath my bed but I still had to find something for Minho and Jeongin. Joining my group for breakfast, I decided to just have some fruit as I didn‘t really have an appetite but knew I couldn‘t just skip breakfast. My members were discussing loudly which stores they wanted to visit but I didn‘t really care because I didn‘t even have an idea what I wanted to buy. I was only planning to look around and wait for something to catch my eye. Watching the others get overly excited for their shopping trip, I put my plate in the sink and went to get ready. Somehow the excitement failed to grasp me as it usually did and I would have preferred to stay home but I couldn‘t let them down in the last minute just because I wasn‘t in the mood. I must have been deep in thought while brushing my teeth because I hit a spot too far back which made me gag, startling me. I tried to bring my focus back to what I was doing but my brain was fuzzy and I kept losing my trains of thought. I walked back to my room and picked out some very thick and warm clothes. In contrast to how I woke up, I felt freezing now and the goosebumps just didn‘t go away. I shivered as I took my pajama off and tried to get my jeans and hoodie on as fast as possible. While I pulled the hoodie over my head, a dizzy spell hit me, forcing me to sit down on my bed as I waited for the ringing in my ears to pass.

Dressed in a few more layers then originally planned, I met my members at the door ready to head out. Chan had called for a driver that‘d take us to the mall and we all piled into the vehicle. The ride seemed to take forever and I rested my aching head against the window. The headache I had woken up with only seemed to be getting worse and I was glad I hadn‘t tied up my hair as the pull of an elastic would only increase the pain. I must have been too quiet because I felt a nudge against my knee, looking up to meet Seungmin‘s smile. Smiling back quietly, I opted for resting my head on his shoulder instead of the window. “Everything ok?“, he whispered, running a hand through my long hair. “Mhm, just not completely awake yet and my head hurts a bit“, I hummed, leaning further into him as he kept petting my hair. I didn‘t remember the route to the mall to be this curvy but I soon needed to pick up my head from Seungmin‘s shoulder to look out of the window in an attempt to keep my stomach in place. Usually I didn‘t get motion sick but I guess combined with the headache, the streets didn‘t do me well. Seungmin watched me confused but I reassured him with a smile that everything was fine.

It wasn‘t, however. I had expected for the nausea to fade after leaving the car and for a while it did. Not fully though, instead it settled into a dull, constant ache. We were walking around together and I really only tagged along, following my members wherever they wanted to go. I was to tired to object and with the pain in my head and stomach, I also didn‘t want to go anywhere but home. Of course, I didn‘t speak up though. We haven‘t even been here that long and everyone had been looking forward to this trip, so who was I to kill the mood. Not being able to agree on which stores to visit, we soon split up into smaller groups, me joining Chan and Jisung. They mostly wanted to visit different music stores and I didn‘t mind. Replying that I didn‘t care every time they asked me where I wanted to go, the two kept exchanging suspicious glances, not commenting though. I was practically asleep on my feet and it took Chan three attempts at calling my name to catch my attention. “Sorry, kinda spaced out“, I replied, scratching my head awkwardly. “You‘re acting weirder than usual and already have all morning“, Jisung frowned, trying to cover his concern with a tease. Chan agreed and seeing the sympathetic look on his face, I couldn‘t keep quiet anymore. “Sorry, I woke up with a bit of a headache and it only got worse. Now my stomach also started hurting and I feel weird“, I mumbled, trying to keep of crying as admitting to my symptoms only made me notice them more. Chan frowned and guided me to sit on a bench nearby. Jisung sat down next to me wrapping his arms around me comfortingly as I broke into tears. “I-I didn‘t w-want to ruin t-this trip because everyone was l-looking forward to it s-so much and n-now I did a-anyways“, I hiccuped, bringing my hands up to my face to wipe the tears that just wouldn‘t stop falling. “You didn‘t ruin anything, you really could‘ve told us you weren‘t feeling alright and you could‘ve stayed home“, Chan sighed as Jisung handed me a tissue. “Wasn‘t s-so bad earlier“, I whimpered almost too quiet to be heard. Crouching in front of me, Chan squeezed my knee and promised he‘d go get some water, while Jisung would sit with me.

Jisung‘s POV.:

While Chan left, I kept Hyunjin company, trying to calm him down a bit. I knew the tears were not only from guilt and embarrassment. The pain must have been worse than he let on and finally taking in the full sight in front of me, I noticed the dark circles under the dancer‘s eyes, that stood out against his pale complexion which he tried to hide behind a mask. “How about we take this off for a while? Maybe the fresh air will help your head“, I hummed, removing the mask dampened with tears. He had stopped crying and was really quiet now. I figured he had just calmed down and was tired till he wrapped his arms around his stomach whimpering. “I d-don‘t feel so good“, he moaned, scooting closer to the side of the bench where there was a trash can beside it. His face had paled even more and I could only guess what‘d happen next. I just wished Chan would hurry. Scooting closer to the dancer, I rubbed his back soothingly, applying enough pressure so he‘d feel it through his thick coat, and instructing him to take deep breaths through his nose. However, it didn‘t solve the problem and only delayed the inevitable. With barely any warning, the thin boy bend over the trash can, immediately bringing up part of his breakfast. I quickly recovered from my shock and pulled his long, blonde hair out of his face, gathering it at the back of his head. With one hand I kept holding on to his hair, using the other to rub his back, while telling him he‘d be ok and all of this would be over soon.

After a shaky inhale, which triggered a dry gag, his breathing hitched and soon turned into quiet sobs. “You‘re really not feeling well, hm?“, I hummed rhetorically and he shook his head, retching hard afterwards. So hard that a few strands of hair escaped my grip. Luckily nothing came up and I quickly tucked the strands back again. Trying to hold his hair securely yet not tight enough to worsen his headache, I let my hand follow his head as he coughed, triggering another rush of semi-digested food to pass his lips. The guy barely got a breath in before his body convulsed again, sending him to choke on his stomach contents. I panicked a bit, using my free hand to pat him between the shoulderblades rather harshly till he was able to stop coughing and catch his breath again. Not having had much for breakfast, he was soon reduced to dry heaves and I was glad to see Chan rounding the corner. Seeing our position next to the trash can, the leader quickened his pace, jogging over to us.

At this point, Hyunjin had slumped over, hugging his stomach and accepting the fact that nothing else would come up. His cries had turned into weak sniffles and I gently pulled him back to lean against me. Chan quickly uncapped the bottle of water he had bought, holding it out to the dancer who mainly just rinsed his mouth, handing it back after one tentative sip. The strain of throwing up had wiped all of his energy and he was dozing off on my shoulder. “Hyung, could you call us a driver to bring us home while I text the others? They can just call a driver later when they are done, while we take the sickie over here home“, I asked, running a hand through Hyunjin‘s hair. “You don‘t have to come home with me. I‘m ok, I can go back alone. I don‘t want you to be forced home early just because I have a tummy ache“, said sickie mumbled pitifully, keeping his eyes closed. “Jinnie, it‘s not just a tummy ache, you threw up, your head hurts and with how you‘re sweating I bet you have a fever too. Besides, I absolutely don‘t mind going back to the dorm with you. I can easily do the rest of my shopping another time“, I assured, watching Chan talk on his phone. “A driver will be here soon. How are you holding up Jinnie?“, the leader asked, pressing the back of his fingers against the younger‘s forehead. “Still don‘t feel too great“, he whined. “Mhm, you have a fever too, so it‘s probably some kind of stomach bug. Let‘s just get you home and to bed“, the leader sighed, earning a defeated nod.

By the time we got into the car, Hyunjin was shivering violently. With chattering teeth he complained how cold he felt and I felt my heart break. Despite worrying about raising his fever, I took off my coat, covering him and tucking it into his seatbelt so it wouldn‘t slip. “Jinnie, if you feel sick during the drive use this, ok?“, Chan instructed, pressing a plastic shopping bag into the dancer‘s hand before buckling himself up. With the chills subsiding in the warmth of the car, the young idol was quickly knocked out, sleeping through the entire ride without incidents. Waking up slowly as I unbuckled his seatbelt, Hyunjin let Chan carry him from the garage to the dorm, I had gone ahead to unlock the door for them. The leader put him to the ground in the hallway so the dancer could kick off his shoes and shrug out of his coat with Chan and me holding him by the shoulders so he wouldn’t fall over. Barely pulling his arms from the coat, he suddenly tore free from our grip, rushing to the bathroom, almost tripping himself on the way there. Quick to remove his shoes, Chan ran after him while I hung up our coats and grabbed a water bottle from the kitchen.

Chan’s POV.:

I found my dongsaeng kneeling in front of the toilet, head resting on his crossed arms over the empty bowl. Apparently, nothing had come up so far. With his hair falling into his face, I struggled to see whether he was crying. Not liking the way his hair was dangling into the bowl, I quickly pulled an elastic from the bathroom cabinet, tying it up messily as I have no experience with long hair. I was done just in time for the dancer to dip his head down with a harsh retch, only bringing up a thin trickle of stomach acid. I knelt behind him, rubbing his back as he fought to bring something up despite being empty from his session earlier. Soon it was hard to tell sob and gag apart, only interrupted by whimpers of pain. Jisung had joined us at some point. He had brought a water bottle and wet a small towel under the tap which he spread across Hyunjin’s neck, before sitting on the bathtub next to the sick idol.

Getting a break from gagging for a while the dancer collapsed back against me, tears of pain, sickness and physical strain streaming down his face while he clutched his head. “Jinnie, is the hairtie making your headache worse?”, I asked, while Jisung moved the damp towel to dab away the sweat and tears. “If you think you’re done we can remove it”, I hushed, already fiddling with the elastic before getting a shaky reply: “N-Not sure, f-for now m-maybe…” That was enough of an answer for me to fully pull the elastic from his hair, running my fingers trough it to smooth it out.

Uncapping the water bottle, Jisung let the other rinse his mouth a few times before encouraging him to at least have a few sips. “Jinnie, you’ll get dehydrated”, I sighed, resulting in a whimper from my dongsaeng: “Hyung, I-I don’t want to throw up again.” – “Hey, if this is a stomach bug, you most likely will and if you have something in you, it at least won’t hurt as much”, Jisung hushed, adding: “I know it sucks.” When the dancer whined, raising the bottle to his lips again because he knew it was true.

We had been sitting there for a while, waiting for Hyunjin’s stomach to settle enough for him to move. I was just about to offer helping him to bed when the sickie threw himself over the bowl again, expelling the little water he had had before. Cursing inwardly for removing the hairtie, I quickly combed his hair back with my fingers, holding it there while trying to reduce the pull on his scalp. Luckily, the spell passed soon and Jisung left first to set up a bucket next to the dancer’s bed. I helped my exhausted dongsaeng stand before picking him up and carrying him to his room. Covering him with an additional blanket the quell the chills that had started up again, Jisung sat resting his back against the headboard of Hyunjin’s bed, allowing the ailing boy to rest his head on his thigh. Seeing that Jisung had got it handled, I slipped out of the room to start making some plain rice porridge for later, as it was what I considered safest to eat with stomach troubles.

Noone’s POV.:

Nodding off with his head in Jisung’s lap, Hyunjin fell asleep to the younger playing with his hair. “Rest well, hyung. I don’t want you to hurt anymore”, being the last thing he heard as the exhaustion pulled him under.

#sickfic #sick #emeto #fanfic #skz #stray kids #christmas #hwang hyunjin #bang chan #han jisung

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whump-only · 3 years

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Lorelei & Hunter -- Blackout

Hunter has too much drink and shares something he shouldn’t have :(

tw: throw up, threat of non con stripping/nudity, SFW nudity, light manhandling, forced to drink, headache, alcohol poisoning, master/pet, slavery

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Hunter squeezed his eyes shut, his head was throbbing so badly and it was only made worse by the bright white light. He whimpered and tried to slump over but was pulled up by the back of his shirt... he stared into the toilet bowl. Little chunks floated around there. ...Puke, Hunter registered slowly. The smell was sickening so he wretched again, but only coughed out a drip of slime. Hunter moaned at the burst of sharp pain in his head, his head hurt, everything hurt--

“Drink this,” said Lorelei, from close behind.

Hunter‘s stomach lurched. No drink, please, please no more. Hunter whimpered, not wanting to choke down another shot, stop, make it all stop. Stop the unrelenting spin of the room, the slippery thoughts, his hurting head... his was so confused, bad bad bad pet, he could barely see—

Hunter was pulled back by his collar, world blurring again. Lorelei held a cup to his lips. Hunter moaned desperately, his mouth tightly closed. “Mm-mm.”

As Lorelei pressed the cup into his mouth, Hunter realized, with a shock, that his master was shirtless. Lorelei sat on the edge of the bathtub, in red shorts Hunter had never seen before.

Lorelei snaked his finger’s into Hunter’s hair, breaking his thoughts. “I don’t have time for this right now, sweetness. I’m tired.”

Hunter shivered. He wasn’t— he couldn’t— he was tired too. He whimpered helplessly. “I’m sorry—I’m sorry.” He felt tears prick at his eyes.

Lorelei took one of Hunter’s hands and squeezed it around the cup. “It’s just water, dipshit. Drink.”

Lorelei let go of Hunter’s hand and he barely managed to not drop the cup. He stared at it dumbly until Lorelei nudged him and he took a sip.

“Just like that. Now finish it,” Lorelei demanded.

Lorelei watched him with a humorless expression that made Hunter want to beg, beg, beg and hide. Hunter gulped down the rest of the water but immediately his stomach spasmed and he only had time to lean back over the toilet as the liquid lurched back out, sending a shock of pain into his head. Hunter rested his head on the toilet seat.

“Ugh... damn it... Drink more water or you’ll regret it in the morning,” Lorelei said.

Hunter barely registered the threat because Lorelei stood up and Hunter was shocked at how naked his master looked, with only shorts on. His body looked strangely pale and smooth without scars.

Hunter closed his eyes. Energetic black and gray spots slid and burst across his vision. Even with his eyes closed it felt like he was tilting.

“Ok. Take your clothes off, then into the tub. Time to wash up,” Lorelei commanded.

Huh? No no nono. No way. Not that, not now. He hugged himself. He’d rather be whipped, he’d take nearly anything over being naked right now. He hurt so much, couldn’t he just— sleep here? He locked his legs together. “Please. Can’t.”

Lorelei loomed over Hunter. “Come on. Don’t be difficult. You can’t go to bed covered in puke.”

Hunter looked down. Sure enough there was dark splatter of sick down his shirt. He was struck by the impression that he wasn’t in his own body, that this was someone else... he felt impossibly disoriented. He gripped the toilet, hoping it would slow the spinning and he could wake up.

“Shirt off. Now,” Lorelei said.

Hunter winced at the sharp command. He couldn’t. He dropped his head to the floor, pressed his forehead to the tiles at Master’s feet. For a moment the cool of the tiles distracted him, but then he remembered. “Please don’t make me. Please. I beg—“

“Enough. Stop. Get in the tub,” Lorelei said angrily.

Hunter felt too sick to move, but he draped his aching body over the side of the tub, pausing to make the pulsing in his head die down—Lorelei grabbed the loop of his pants yanked him in and he smacked into the base of the tub.

Ow, Hunter thought.

Lorelei spoke, “Arms up. And you better not try to kick me again.”

Kick...? His thoughts slipped away too fast, he tried to remember the command. He lifted his arms over his face.

“Not like that. All the way up, above your head.” Lorelei demonstrated, raising his hands up way in the air. Hunter found it strange to realize Master had hair under his armpits too. It felt like a private thing, like something he shouldn’t have seen.

Hunter raised his arms higher, exposing his sides, his belly— Lorelei lunged to grab and yank up his shirt, Hunter quickly snapped his arms down to his sides.

Lorelei howled and slapped Hunter across the face. Hunter’s scattering thoughts barely registered the slap before Lorelei was growling in his face. “So bad. Acting so badly. Did I say you could put your arms down?”

Hunter shook his head. “S-sorr—“

Lorelei grabbed Hunter’s arm, wrenched it above his head. “Shut it. You vomit all over me, my couch. In front of my guests. Then you’re suddenly a little fighter when I’m trying to get you into the bathroom. And somehow, I’m still getting attitude. I’m far too generous with you. Far too generous.”

Hunter stared up at Lorelei’s angry face, nothing was making any sense. But he understood he was horrible, he was confused, he’d been so bad and everything was wrong and sick and painful. “I’m sorry, Master, please, I didn’t mean—“

“Would Misha be so generous with such a bad pet?” Lorelei said suddenly.

Hunter froze with cold dread, that name cracking through his brain. How did Lorelei? “M-Misha?”

Lorelei looked at him slyly, suddenly sitting back, releasing Hunter’s arm. “Were you ever this bad for Misha?”

“Oh—I...” Hunter searched but was stunned silent. Lorelei couldn’t know... “Misha? I don’t...”

“Misha. Who you miss soooo much,” Lorelei said, mocking.

Hunter grimaced. “I—I... said that?” He felt Misha’s absence constantly. Between every thought, and in quiet, agonizing moments where he couldn’t breathe. But to admit that to Lorelei... was impossible. He felt so exposed, like he was naked. No, worse. He didn’t have skin.

“What? You don’t remember telling us all about your guardian angel? Right... Guppy?” Lorelei mocked and Hunter wanted to scream at him to stop, shut up.

Hunter’s head pounded, he tried and tried to think through the blurred fog, it was all very wrong. “Don— don’t remember.”

“Ahh. Don’t remember,” Lorelei sat down again, oddly calm. “What’s the last thing you remember?”

Hunter thought hard, but moments came only in swirls. “We were at the table. Playing the game, the—the first one, with the questions.” Guppy frowned remembering how his master’s friends laughed at him for being so stupid, for not knowing anything. Not knowing what real people knew. Drink again, drink again!

They started playing a different game, but Hunter couldn’t remember what the rules were... except that when they yelled at him he had to drink. “Your friend... I was on his lap. At… at the table,” Hunter absently reached up to his collar, remembering the motion of the man touching the fabric, saying something.

“Mhm,” Lorelei hummed, “Do you remember being on the couch?”

Hunter tried to grasp for the couch, but he couldn’t remember, he didn’t know. “No,” Hunter said and felt overwhelmed, sick, sick at the thought of what he didn’t remember, at what Lorelei could’ve done, at what he could’ve done. What was going on? He was in a nightmare... he felt his voice crack. “I don’t remember.”

He ducked his head, though he couldn’t hide his tears from Lorelei, who was always watching, never leaving Hunter alone. Lorelei knew about Misha somehow. But Hunter couldn’t possibly have told Lorelei about that, have given Lorelei the perfect knife. “Don... remember.”

Lorelei shifted closer and Hunter pulled back but had no where to go, he was trapped, always trapped. Lorelei reached out and Hunter braced himself, but Lorelei just patted Hunter’s back.

Don’t touch me... Hunter thought bitterly and it took his reeling mind a minute to register that this was supposed to be calming. If he knew anything, it was to seize mercy. Before he lost his bravery, he blurted, “Master. Can I clean up by myself? Please?”

Lorelei stopped petting him and seemed to consider it. “Yourself? You couldn’t even walk over here, how are you—“

“But!” Hunter cringed at his bad interruption, “I feel better. I can stand,” Hunter wasn’t exactly sure if that part was true, “Y-You’re tired, sir. I can do it. Please?”

“Well... you do seem better, I guess,” Lorelei said and yawned wide. “...Okay, fine. Don’t make me regret this, crybaby.”

“Yes sir. I won’t. Thank you,” Hunter said, surprised that it worked so easily.

Go go go go Hunter prayed until Lorelei shuffled out. Hunter melted in relief, suddenly feeling very heavy.

He curled up, finally alone with his splitting headache. He’d shower... in a minute. The pounding in his skull now seemed deafening. He lay there for a while, with the awful churn in his vision, even with his eyes closed, until at some point, he fell asleep.

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elladescent449-artspace · 3 years

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It started with the Milk: Chapter 3 - Hysteria and Cream

This was worse. This was so much worse.

Maybe it was the echoing boom from a crack of thunder, or maybe it was the cold sweat, either way, Leo woke up with a tight throat and irritated skin. He inhaled sharply with a whine, forcing himself into a seated position as he tapped around blindly for his phone. He felt the cool case under his finger pads and dragged it across the sheets before weakly flipping it over. Leo flinched when the bright screen blinded him, but he blinked out the pain and stared until the numbers on the screen came into view. He groaned. 2:57 am. Leo flipped the phone back over and flung it across the sheets, he didn’t care when he heard it hit the floor. That’s what the case is for. He plopped back onto his shell and took a deep breath. Then he took another. And another. The rain was back in full force this evening. It was a lot louder than it had been the previous night, and although it helped calm his brain down, it did nothing for his body. Pinpricks erupted on his skin, it was too hot and too cold all at the same time. He turned over, but nothing felt right as he tossed and turned on his mattress. He threw the blanket off of himself and he heard it float to the floor. The naked air felt better against his skin and shell, but it wasn’t enough.

After what happened in the game room, Leo spent the rest of the afternoon skateboarding. Mikey and Raph had attached themselves to their father asking about old recipes and making plans, and while he had seen Donnie walk into his lab, he didn’t see him after that. Leo spent the first hour just practicing on the vert-ramp, but once he got tired of that he took to traveling the sewers. The rain had subsided for mid-day, but the damage to the city’s water system had already been done. Leo had nowhere in particular that he wanted to go, so he had skated all the way to Queen’s checking out the flood rooms. The rainfall, along with the city's usual expected water usage, had caused a major amount of flooding, some routes had been completely blocked off by rivers of sewage. The flood rooms were almost filled to capacity, but seemed to be holding fine. Leo had expected for there to be a worse smell, but thanks to the rainfall the smell wasn’t as bad as usual.

Leo was grateful for the alone time, besides giving him the assurance that his home wasn’t about to be twenty feet under raw sewage, it gave him an opportunity to think. The little voice in his head was giving him less and less reasons to believe that exhaustion was the only reason that Donnie was acting… off. Sure, he was up late, but 120 points. 120 points? He never, ever, dropped below 75% of the score possibility. Leo remembered Donnie remarking about his average score, ‘my room for error will never exceed past 25% in order for me to achieve a consistent rate of success,’ whatever that meant. Leo was able to paraphrase that into, ‘I know that my score won’t be perfect, but I’m not a noob to dance.’ Then there was the water bottle, none of the boys were exactly fans of backwash, but Donnie was especially that last person that Leo would expect to just want some of your water. As Leo rolled through the city’s massive pipes, he couldn’t stop going over the whole scene. Donnie’s eager mannerism to dance wan’t off character, but the way his eyes flickered to the water bottle before they even started dancing. Then there was the super low score and the lack of exhaustion after playing DDR’s most difficult song, it’s like he wasn’t even trying in the first place. Then there was that last moment, not just asking for the water, but the way he looked when Leo wouldn’t take it back. The stare was blank, it was hollow, like no-one was home. Leo had returned home right before dinner, where he, Mikey, Raph, and Dad ate the rest of the Chinese leftovers. Donnie had made his appearance just as they had finished, but Leo didn’t stick around.

He sighed into his hands, the pressure against his eyes had helped, but not as much as he had hoped. Leo slowly dragged himself out of bed, growling in irritation when he nearly tripped over his fallen blanket.

He knew he might be a little peeved, but he chose Dad’s barley tea this time around. After flicking on the burner and pulling the kettle forward, he zoned out while the water boiled. Leo grasped the teabag loosely as he stared at the blue flames. They waved gently in the dark kitchen, illuminating not only the kettle, but it also created a ghost of the stove. With a sigh, Leo folded his arms and closed his eyes. Warmth radiated from the stove and he just stopped thinking. The blackness and the warmth was enough for him to psychologically melt, so he let it happen. He didn’t feel sleepy anymore, he felt tired. Last night was a joke in comparison to this. His weight pulled his skeleton down to the floor and every breath that Leo took was a full body effort that made him even more exhausted with every intake. He wanted to crawl on top of the table, or maybe slip himself into the oven and rest but he knew that that wouldn’t be any better than his own bed.

The whistling of the kettle brought him back. After switching the heat to low he realized that he didn’t have a mug. Chewing toasted barley kernels and drinking boiling water straight from ‘Old Skully’ didn’t sound fun, so Leo left the bag on the counter to quietly rifle through the cabinets. It was Donnie’s turn to do the dishes tonight, so of course there weren't any clean mugs left. With a grumble, Leo quietly picked a random mug from the dishwasher and turned the sink on to its lowest setting, scrubbing quietly at the inside and rim. ‘At least that hasn’t changed,’ Leo involuntarily laughed at the thought. He was right, Donnie never did the dishes when asked unless it was some new attempt at tech. He cut the laugh short though, he didn’t want to think about Donnie right now.

After a quick rinse he walked the dripping mug back to the stove and dropped the bag in. He poured the (thankfully) still boiling water into the cup and walked to the kitchen table.

Leo sat down with a sigh. The steam from his mug glided over his face and he stared at the small blue flames on the stove. If it wasn’t for the aching exhaustion, Leo might have mistaken this moment for a dream. He stared a bit longer until the chill of the evening brought him back to center. Leo picked his tea up and brought it to his face. The tea was a bit more bitter than he would’ve liked, but the toasted, nutty flavor more than made up for it. Instead of his usual sipping, he swallowed gently, he didn’t want to disturb the moment with noise.

There were gaps that lasted minutes between each swallow. He would drink, stare at the stove, and repeat. Leo didn’t want to think about anything right now, his brain was bouncing between a heavy fog and the start of a headache. When he ran out of tea he would walk back to the stove and do a refill, he used the same bag again the first time, but the tea wasn't’ as god when he reused the bag so he began changing it every time after that.. Yeah. Dad was going to be irritated.

As good as the tea was, and as great as the warmth in his stomach felt, it didn’t relax him. He still felt sore, he still felt tired, and he still felt irritated. He lost track of how much tea he drank. When his hand felt the empty bottom of the mugicha box, he felt a pang of regret that was quickly stifled by his need for more tea. He had to refill the kettle, but after a quick boil he started back on the sleepytime.

A distant snap pulled him out of his tea frenzy. He froze. When the snap was followed by a clatter he sat his mug down. He flicked off the stove before sneaking into the common room. Leo hesitated when he saw Donnie’s lab illuminated, but when another noise sounded, he knew that it came from deeper in their home.

He stuck to the shadows as he entered the garage. The turtle tank’s lights were on and he could see the bottom hatch ajar, a shadow danced as something was moving on the inside. He didn’t have his sword. With a quick scan he could see an open toolbox by the back tire of the tank. He snuck over quietly, hesitating when another clang (although quieter than the first) struck the floor from the inside, when he heard nothing else Leo took the largest wrench.

He slid beneath the tank and jumped through the hatch, recovering into a standing position and falling into a fight stance.

Despite his vision being blurred from exhaustion, it wasn’t hard to tell who it was. “Mikey?”

Mikey flinched and turned with the most guilty look on his face. In one hand he grasped a glue stick, and in the other he held the handle of the soft-serve ice cream machine. “Don’t tell Donnie.”

Leo broke out of his fight stance with only a slight stumble and rubbed his temples with a sigh. After a heavy pause, “Mikey, I thought you were a burglar or something…” Leo threw the wrench down with a heavy clang. “What are you doing at-” he looked over his shoulder at the clock in the dashboard and groaned, “4:30 in the morning?”

“I- I wanted some ice cream,” he hesitantly stated with a stutter before breaking into a full ramble. “I woke up a few minutes ago and after talking all day and eating dinner I forgot to have dessert so I woke up and I just really wanted something sweet and I know that donnie just added marshmallow and creamsicle flavor so I thought I’d just come in here real quick and grab some but then the handle wouldn’t go down and I thought “ok I guess i’ll pull a little harder” and then it just SNAPPED in my hands! I got the glue, and it’s my favorite glue stick because it’s worked on everything so far, even dad’s favorite mug, but now the handle won’t stick and I-” As much as Leo loved Mikey, he had to start tuning his voice out or Leo was going to have to start running. Leo stepped over to the machine and looked over to where the metal had snapped.

He cut Mikey off with a snicker. “You forgot to remove the lock before you pulled the lever, dum-dum.” He took the glue stick from Mikey’s hand and capped it, Leo knew that a measly kiddie glue stick wasn’t going to do anything.

“Don’t tell Donnie.” Mikey dropped back down to a whisper, “please don’t tell Donnie you know how he gets about his tech!” Leo took the lever out of Mikey’s hand and lined it up with the break, if they lined it up just right and added a bit of silver paint, they might be able to hide the break from Donnie for a while. “Stop laughing Leo!”

Leo tightened his lips trying to stifle his giggles, “why did you keep pulling on it?”

Mikey hugged himself subconsciously and rocked on his heels, “I thought it would work!”

“So you thought pulling harder on a thing that doesn’t want to go down would work?”

“It works for Raph!” Mikey’s voice rose again in a shout.

Leo folded his arms with a scoff, “Raph pulling harder is the reason we don’t have a microwave anymore.”

Mikey put his face in his hands and groaned, “Donnie’s going to be so mad!” He began pacing in a tight circle.

“Mikey,” Leo reached for his younger brothers shoulder and pulled him into a loose side-hug, “chillax bro, a little glue, a little time, and a silver sharpie will fix this thing right up.”

“The glue didn’t work,” Mikey whined, dragging his hands down his face and pulling at his eyelids.

“Better glue, Micheal,” He waved the glue stick in front of Mikey before chucking it behind them both. Leo hugged him a little tighter and smiled a little wider, “not your grade school craft glue.”

Mikey whined nervously and looked between Leo and the broken lever that he held in his hands, “you really think we can hide it from Donnie?”

Leo covered his mouth for a quick yawn. “Of course, Mikey,” he said softly, “now let’s find some glue.”

With a few minutes and a quick trip into Raph’s craft box, they had collected a small array of different sticky materials. Mikey set them messily on the counter next to the soft-serve machine.

They tried the white craft glue first, but that just dripped down the sides and wouldn't hold when they let go. The fabric glue was a little more discreet, as it was completely clear, but even after holding it for twenty minutes, the handle fell to the floor with a bang. Next was the glue gun.

Despite Donnie’s absolute genius he had neglected to put any normal outlets on the turtle tank, so Leo had to skulk back into the dim garage,and quietly dig for a power cord. Leo crawled back through the bottom hatch carrying a daisy chain of six power cords that he had to assemble together. Mikey got the glue-gun ready.

“Let’s see if this one will work,” Leo smiled, trying to stay positive as he handed Mikey the cord. “One of these has gotta work,” Mikey plugged the gun in and tapped his foot impatiently as it heated on the counter, “Donnie was so proud of this.”

Leo chuckled as he leaned against the counter, “don’t worry,” he yawned as he spoke teasingly, “worse case scenario, I’ll just grab the duct tape and blame it on Raph.”

Mikey pouted but said nothing as he sat down with a thump. It was quiet again.

“Speaking of Donnie…” should he even be talking to Mikey about this?

Mikey groaned at the name. He leaned his head against the wall of the turtle tank, “the ice cream maker was his sixth favorite part of the tank, he’s gonna kill me~” he moaned.

“Every part of the tank is Donnie’s favorite part.” Leo chuckled, but the gravity of his question kept it from being sincere. “Have you noticed anything…” Leo rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously, hesitating to finish his question, “off about him lately?”

“Off how?” Mikey scoffed.

“It’s not serious, it’s just… earlier today we played DDR… and he lost.”

Mikey giggled. “He usually loses Leo, we’ve got too much razzmatazz for ‘em.”

“Well of course he lost to me considering that i’m an amazing dancer,” Leo grinned, but he couldn’t keep it as he continued, “but his score was only 120.”

“That’s pretty low, for Donnie”

“I know!”

Mikey hummed with a smile. “Why are you worried about it? Number 3.”

Leo ignored the tease. “Well, it’s not just that,” he remembered the water bottle, “he drank after me.”

“Ew.”

“Yeah, and at breakfast did you see him drink his coffee?”

“Uh,” Mikey scoffed and leaned his face on his hand as he looked up at Leo, “he has coffee like, every minute of the day?”

“He put milk in it!” Leo rubbed his eyes trying to wipe out some of the drowsiness that was clouding his vision.

“So?”

“This is Donnie! He doesn’t put milk in his coffee!” Leo’s voice rose unintentionally.

“He drinks pumpkin spice Latte’s sometimes.”

“It’s April!” Leo guffawed as he brought his hands up to accentuate his point. Donnie didn't like that they knew about his love affair with fall flavors, but that was the only time he changed his preference. Leo continued to carp, “Donnie’s taken his caffeine black since we were 10, and what. He just starts putting milk in it overnight?”

Mikey speaks softly but firmly, putting his hands up in a defensive position to try and calm Leo down, “calm down Leo, is it really such a big deal that he has a little dairy to go with his beans?”

Leo stopped and snapped his head at Mikey, who flinched at the sudden attention, “so you haven’t noticed anything?”

“I mean…” Mikey hesitated with wide eyes, “Leon… are you ok?”

“I’m fine, just…” Leo repeated quieter, “you haven’t noticed anything?”

There was a pause between them, Mikey sat contemplatively as Leo sighed in frustration, he shouldn’t have said anything.

“I’m sorry Mikey,” Leo stood up straight and took a few uneasy paces before coming back to the counter. He rubbed his face with his hands, the lack of sleep was making him crazy. “I think i’m just tired.”

“It’s okay…” Mikey chuckled. His brows furrowed before he slowly turned his head to look towards Leo. “Donnie just…” He dropped his voice to a nervous mumble, “I mean, there was this one thing but it’s not like the thing he did was anything serious.”

Leo’s eyes widened and he looked to see the nervous expression on Mikey’s face, “what?”

Mikey nervously rubbed at the back of his neck.

“Was it the coffee?” Leo asks.

“No, it wasn’t the coffee,” Mikey laughed awkwardly, folding into himself a little more. “It was yesterday.”

“But you were with Dad and Raph all day, right?” Leo contemplated, he had been in the sewers by himself for the majority of that day, what did he miss?

“No, that was today.” Mikey stated, looking confused.

“So you mean the day after yesterday,”

“Whatever, just…” He looked uncomfortable as he started to pick at the flooring.

“What is it?”

“I don’t…” Mikey tapped his fingers against the floor of the turtle tank, avoiding eye contact briefly as he tried to consider his answer. “It really was just this one thing?” He chuckled quietly. “It’s so dumb too, but I haven’t stopped thinking about it.”

“What do you mean?” Leo went down to the floor and scooted close to Mikey.

Mikey hesitated to answer, “he turned off Shelldon.”

“What?”

“Raph had broken the game cube, so I went to ask Donnie to fix it before dinner. I went in his lab but he wasn’t there, and that’s when I saw Shelly lying in his charging station. I tried talking to him, but he was off. No lights, no eye movement, just… off”

“Like… charging?” Leo asked.

“No.” Mikey answered quickly, still avoiding eye contact as he spoke. “Like off. Off, off.”

“Shelldon can’t turn off,” Donnie had installed multiple processors into Shelldon in order for him to be able to be alert at all times, a ‘security measure’ as he had put it, “He’s got a sleep mode-”

Mikey looked at Leo suddenly, and there was a bead of panic depicted on his face, “he was open and his battery was sitting on the table.”

Leo’s throat tightened. Donnie would never do that. “Woah… that’s…”

“When Donnie came in I asked him about it,” Mikey rubbed the back of his neck again and his voice got even quieter as he continued, “he said he just needed to change the battery in order to… something about his coolant?” His explaining tone of voice didn’t really convey that he believed that. “I didn’t really get it, but he said he’d fix the game cube so I left,” Mikey looked away from Leo and stood. He picked up the glue gun.

Leo was stunned. He turned off Shelldon. Shelldon! Shelldon was the one family member that Donnie could tolerate for more than ten minutes and he just… gutted him on the table? He didn’t remember seeing Shelldon the previous night when he had bothered Donatello, but then again, the lab was pretty messy, he could have missed him among the broken car and vending machine.

“It was just that one thing though,” Mikey cut into his thoughts. Leo stood as Mikey began squeezing the clear sealant on the handles break. Leo picked up the handle that laid on the counter and pushed it against the fracture. “We shouldn’t be talking about him like this.”

“Wha-” Leo was shocked, “you can’t just give me that information and not make me worried about it Mikey,” Leo wiggled the handle until it fit cleanly against the jagged piece, “he turned off Shelldon? His most recent pride and joy turtle robot son?”

“He made Shelldon,” Mikey put the glue gun down and sighed, “he knows more about him than us and updates him like… every week.”

“I think somethings up with him,” Leo whispered, Leo’s fist clenched tighter against the metal handle and his fist paled.

Mikey unplugged the glue gun and his tone turned into a mix of concern and reason, “Shelldon needs a coolant change three times a day,” he set the gun down to let it cool , with a sigh he continued, “is it really so unbelievable to you that Donnie would want to fix that?”

“Something is wrong Mikey,” Leo’s whisper rose and he took a step closer to Mikey.

Mikey looked nervous as Leo approached. “Stop it Leo,” he warned.

“He’s been acting so weird, with the coffee, dancing, backwash, staring at me!” Leo’s voice was rising. “Are you seriously telling me that he turned off Shelldon and you’re not even a little concerned?” Leo grasped at Mikey’s arm loosely.

Mikey looked at the hand and then back to Leo, squinting as he studied Leo carefully. After a pause, “Leo, why were you up this late anyway?”

Leo was taken aback by the question. He scoffed and shook his head as he stuttered his response. “We’re not talking about me, here, we’re talking about Donnie.”

“Yeah, but…” Mikey was starting to see the heavy bags under his eyes, “how long have you been awake?”

“Mikey, please, are you concerned or not?”

Mikey’s voice was soft and patient, but it couldn’t blanket the anxiety that was underneath “Is it the Insomnia?”

“Mikey, I am actually getting scared,” there was a shake in Leo’s voice. “He’s been acting like a stranger.”

“How much have you slept?” Mikey continued, “you’re not acting like yourself-”

Leo rose into a frantic shout, “he’s not acting like Donnie!” Mikey stumbled at the rise in his voice, shaken by the sudden hostility he stared at Leo with quivering eyes.

“I-”

“What are you guys doing?” They both jumped at the sudden voice. Leo looked towards the floor hatch where Donnie was. He was only halfway through, leaning his head in one hand as he watched inquisitively.

“Uh,” Leo started, “we were just-” The handle fell to the floor with a bang. Mikey and Leo looked at the handle and then each other. If they could sweat, Mikey would be sweating bullets. He was painfully nervous, and so was Leo. How much did Donnie hear?

Leo swallowed the knot in his throat, “hey Donnie,” Donnie’s eyes flickered to Leo and took mark of him from top to bottom. Leo swallowed again. “Whatcha doin-”

“I broke the ice cream maker!” The answer burst out of Mikey and he was suddenly ranting again. “I woke up and after talking all day and eating dinner I forgot to have dessert so I woke up and I just really wanted something sweet and I know that you had just added marshmallow and creamsicle flavor so I thought I’d just come in here real quick and grab some but then the handle wouldn’t go down and I thought “ok I guess i’ll pull a little harder” and then it just SNAPPED in my hands! I got my glue stick, and it was my favorite glue stick because it’s worked on everything so far, even dad’s favorite mug, but then it wouldn’t stick so I-” Leo tuned Mikey out and studied Donnie from the corner of his eye.

Donnie gazed nonchalantly at the handle before he considered the two of them. His eyes shifted between Mikey and Leo, and for a moment he just sat in the floor hatch, listening to Mikey quietly. He looked at Leo again, and as Donnie’s eyes narrowed a weight resettled in Leo's stomach, almost dragging him down to the floor. Donnie smiled, and Leo shivered. Donnie stood up from the floor hatch and placed himself between Leo and Mikey, shell to Leo.

“-and then we tried the hot glue and it was working for a second and then BAM, it fell to the floor and I am so so, So! Sorry Donnie I know how important it was to you and I shouldn’t have even-” Mikey stopped when Donnie pulled him in for a hug.

“It’s okay Micheal,” he spoke softly as he embraced Mikey carefully. “Accidents happen.”

“Re- really?” Mikey spoke hesitantly, carefully bringing his arms up to hold Donnie back, as carefully as someone would approach an animal that might run away. Donnie never initiated hugs. “You’re not mad?”

“Of course not!” Donnie laughed, “it’s just an ice cream maker, no biggie!”

“But still, I shouldn't have-”

“You know what,” Donnie cut him off. “Why don’t we both have some ice cream together?”

Leo found his voice.“What?”

Donnie looked over his shoulder at Leo with a wide grin before looking back to Mikey “I just finished making a brand new ice cream maker in my lab!”

“Like… right now?” Leo was confused.

“No you dum-dum,” Donnie laughed heartily, “earlier today, right after dinner.”

“You mean yesterday?” Mikey chirped.

“Whatever,” Donnie expressively waved his hand, “do you want some ice cream or not?”

Mickey laughed hesitantly at the offer, squeezing Donnie tightly before letting go with a nervous laugh. “I mean-”

Purple continued, “We could have mango flavor, sprinkles and chocolate, coffee and cream, or even that new one you wanted to try, creamsicle and marshmallow!” He threw an arm over Mikey’s shoulders. “For breakfast!”

“Sure…” In disbelief, Mikey slowly returned to his ecstatic senses, quickly perking up with excitement as Donnie began to lead him towards the door of the tank. “Sure! Yeah, yeah!”

“Great!” Donnie smiled eagerly and Mikey started talking about possible ice cream combinations that he was going to try. Mikey was smiling so happily and Donnie listened fondly as he rambled on a more positive note. He held him closely, hugging him tightly by the shoulder as they approached the passenger seat door. Leo stood still, uncertain with what to do or what to say. Donnie looked back, and his grin widened.

Leo grabbed Mikey’s hand instinctively, addressing Donnie before they could go any farther, “wait!”

Donnie hummed.

Leo’s voice was choked as he tried to find a reason for stopping them. “Isn’t it a little early for ice cream?”

“No.” Mikey and Donnie said in unison, and Donnie laughed before Mikey could, the mischief in Donnie’s eyes twinkled, “want to join us?”

Leo did not. The rock in his stomach had grown into his legs and he didn’t want to leave, he didn’t want Mikey to go either. Something was wrong while at the same time nothing was wrong. He shouldn’t be worried, nothing bad has happened, so why was he so full of dread. “We’ve still gotta fix the machine in here, right, Mikey?”

“Don’t worry about it,” Donnie scoffed, “I’ll fix it later.” He flicked open the door and Mikey was pulled out of Leo’s hands. Mikey looked back with a smile, but it broke when he saw Leo’s face. ‘Don’t let him go,’ the small voice whispered. Too late.

Leo watched from the window as they walked towards the door of the garage. Mikey was back to rambling and Donnie held him closely as they exited. Leo yawned so hard it made him dizzy, he stumbled back to the counter and growled as he rubbed his face. What was wrong? What was wrong with Donnie? What was wrong with him? He stayed there for another few minutes, closing his eyes and breathing as he tried to get a grip on himself.

He turned off every light in the turtle tank and closed the floor hatch before locking up the garage for the night. As he walked back into the common room he could see that the lights were still on in the Lab. Mikey’s loud voice was ecstatic as he talked about ice cream and the plans that he and Raph had made with Dad.

Leo dragged open the curtain to his room and closed it behind him just as he heard Raph shouting for them to be quiet. He picked his blanket up off of the floor and flopped onto the bed, curling into a tight ball under the thick sheet trying to drown the noise of Donnie and Mikey’s stifled giggles.

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Full of broken thoughts

I’ve been thinking about theories for next season of TUA and one of my favorite ideas is the siblings meeting their alternate versions in the new timeline. So, I had to make this about Klaus and think about he meeting his alternate self. But, I had to make it a little angsty and here we are! Look, I just wanted to write Klaus getting the support he deserves... As usual, English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for any mistakes.

Summary: When the Hargreeves siblings go back to 2019 and find some different things they don't know what to do. All of them feel lost, but Klaus is feeling even worse upon seeing a different Ben and feeling his powers get too much to handle. It couldn't get worse, right? Unless seeing a confused familiar face counts as a possibility

Or...

Klaus meets his alternate self in a different timeline...and his sister

Warnings: a little angst and mentions of the possession scene from season 2, but the ending is happy. The title is from “Hurt” by Johnny Cash.

(GIF isn’t mine)

"Dad, who the hell are these assholes?"

Those words were still echoing in his head. Ben was alive, he was standing there in front of him. But, that wasn't the same Ben. The one who would get annoyed at his behavior, his jokes...no, that Ben was gone. That was what Vanya said, right? Then, that so-called Sparrow Academy and their dad showed up and he couldn't understand what was happening. He followed his siblings out of the house while Five was talking too fast for his own good, saying how they messed up the timeline again.

“So, they are the Umbrella Academy in this timeline?”, Luther asked while Five paced around. They finally stopped walking and were standing in an alley far from the Academy.

“I don’t know! I have no idea what is going on! If they are here, then what happened to us? Where are we? I need to think!”, sighed Five. He looked around, searching for something to write and he found an old marker next to the wall. He turned his back to the others and immediately started writing his equations in the wall of that building, occasionally talking to himself.

“Five, slow down, we need to talk about all of this and…”, Diego tried to say, but Five turned to face his siblings again, rage in his eyes.

“What the hell do you think I’m trying to do? If they are the new Academy and Dad is alive, it means there are different versions of ourselves in this parallel timeline and…”

Klaus couldn't focus on any word his brother was saying, he couldn’t stop thinking about Ben. As if it couldn’t get any worse, the voices of the ghosts were coming back again, it seems that only the sight of their Dad made him remember everything about the mausoleum. Those thoughts worked like a bait and the voices were banging in his head again. Adding to this how tired he was because of the time travel with the suitcase, he felt horrible.

“Guys…”, he tried to say in a weak voice.

“Not now, Klaus!”, Five stopped him while turning back to his equations.

How did the voices get so loud? He needed to breath, take some time, process everything that was going on.

"Klaus, where do you think you're going? We must stay together now more than ever! We have no idea about how bad things are right now!", Five snarled at him, but Klaus didn't care. Vanya and Allison tried to stop him, but he walked away from his siblings, waving his Goodbye hand and started walking without any destination in mind.

Their voices were getting loud again, way too loud. He took some deep breaths while trying to focus and push them away, but he also thought about getting drunk or looking for one of his old dealers. Maybe he could find Old Joe around here, right? No! He wouldn't do that! A little voice inside his head was telling him he could get over this, he stayed three years sober in the 60’s, he had to keep on like that. But, the pills made everything so much easier, it wasn't like he had a reason to actually stay sober anymore. No, he was strong enough, he could do this!

The voices calling him were getting louder by each step he took, his physical state wasn't helping him keep his control now, the emotional side was even worse.

Klaus...Klaus...Klaus…

He didn't actually realize where he was walking to, but the ghosts were so loud that he had to stop for a moment, leaning in a wall with eyes closed, his fingers on his temples, a headache starting to show. Why didn't the voices stop? Why couldn't he make it stop? He needed to calm down, he couldn't pass out now, he had to…

The door of the shop opened and hit his back and he almost fell to the ground. He was so out of himself trying to control his powers that he didn't realize he was standing in the front door of a coffee shop.

"Oh my, I'm so sorry! Did I hurt you? Are you ok?", a worried young woman said with a trembling voice. Klaus was still keeping his right hand on his temples, keeping his back to her while steading his breath.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm ok, don't worry. I didn't actually notice where I was standing", he said trying to sound as calm as possible while turning to face her. But, when he did, he saw her staring at him with a frown.

"Wait, how are you here? I’ve just talked to you back inside right now! And, where did you get those clothes?", she asked very quickly. Then she raised her eyes to his head. "What about this hat?"

"Er, I'm sorry, I think you're mistaking me for someone else", Klaus said in a confused tone. "I don't think we ever met."

"Are you kidding me? Are you really saying you don't recognize your own sister anymore?"

His what now? Klaus only had two sisters and none of them looked like this woman. She was still studying him with a confused look and Klaus noticed she had short black hair and hazel eyes and he assumed she was a little younger than him, if only he actually remembered how old he was now…

"Look, I don't want to be rude, but I really don't know you!"

"Sure, Klaus, keep playing your games with me, pretend it's funny!"

"Wait, how do you know my name?"

"Because you're my brother, maybe? Hello, Earth to Klaus, Liz is calling! God, are you listening to anything I'm saying?"

His head was hurting more and more. Her name was Liz? Did she actually call him by his name? He couldn't think properly, but then, he vaguely remembered something Five mentioned before he walked away from his siblings. Apparently they were in a parallel timeline and there were other versions of themselves? And he was lucky enough to stumble into someone who was the sister of his parallel self? Destiny really liked to make fun of him, right?

"Listen, Liz, I think I know what's happening and I can explain", Klaus started saying. But, then, his vision became a blur and he couldn't say anything else. Without strength to keep himself standing, he fell to the ground, leaning his back on the wall of the shop again. One of the last things he could see was Liz coming closer to him, a worried look on her face.

"Who is this guy, Liz?", he heard a familiar voice say. Maybe too familiar, he thought while he blinked his eyes and saw a man next to Liz. He felt some shivers when he blinked again and wondered if he was looking at a mirror, because the man staring at him was exactly like Klaus.

His eyelids were heavy when he opened his eyes again. Blinking a few times to adjust to the light, he saw Liz staring at him, a sense of worry over her face. Then, by her side, there was a mirror. No, not a mirror, but that was what felt like. Klaus wondered how twins usually felt while looking at someone else with the exact same appearance and he came to the conclusion that he would be very uncomfortable with this idea. If it was any consolation, his other self tried to keep some distance while looking at him with wide eyes. Besides the curlier hair pulled back in a bun and the clothes with light colors, they were a copy of each other. Oh, who was he trying to deceive? They were exactly like each other…

"Where am I? How long have I been like this?", Klaus asked trying to look around. He was sitting on a couch in a small office without any windows to let the sunlight in. A little coffee table was on the side of the couch and he noticed a glass of water. Liz nodded as if saying that he should drink that and so he did. He didn't realize how much he needed it till now, his throat was terribly dry.

"In my office, in the back of the coffee shop. You passed out and we brought you here, it’s been almost two hours. Are...are you feeling ok?", Liz said, a little hesitant. Klaus nodded before looking at his copy standing next to her.

"Why do you look exactly like me?", his other self asked, trying to not be rude. Klaus held back a laugh while sipping the water again.

"Believe me, I wish I could explain and make you believe. I hate to admit it, but Five was right after all…"

"Five? Five what?", the other Klaus furrowed his brows. Gosh, it was like looking at a reflection!

"It's not 'what', it's 'who'", corrected Klaus. "He's my brother. Well, I'm not sure anymore if I can say he's my little brother or my older brother, time is so weird lately…"

"Wait, wait, you brother's name is Five? What do you mean?"

He wondered for a moment if he could actually talk about everything. Well, nothing could get any worse, right?

"Oh, Liz, I wish it was that easy to explain...but, things can't get crazier than already are, so here we go…"

Klaus told them about his siblings, the Academy, the powers, the apocalypse, the time travel, the new apocalypse, the other time travel...by every word he said, the confused faces of Liz and the other Klaus only got bigger. He could almost hear Five screaming at him for saying all of that for two strangers, how dangerous that was. What if the Commission found them here? What if they tried to kill all of them again? Klaus didn't care, for some reason, he had a feeling that he could trust Liz and her brother. Even though it was weird looking at a different copy of himself.

When he finished saying everything, he just let his arms fall to the side of his body with a sigh while studying Liz's face along with her brother.

"I...well...I don't know how to handle all of that right now", she said fumbling with her hands. Her brother, on the other side, had his eyes locked on the floor for some moments before looking at Klaus again.

"You said you have powers, right? You can see ghosts?"

"See, listen, talk to them if I'm in the mood. Apparently they can also possess me which is not cool at all", Klaus answered while remembering how bad he felt when Ben left his body. However, he didn't want to think about Ben, it was still too painful.

"That explains the pills I got from the psychiatrist", the alternate Klaus said, pulling a little tube with pills from his pocket. "The doctors never understood what was wrong with me, I lost count of how many different medicines they gave me until we got to this one. I just feel numb all the time, but this stopped the visions."

"You see them too?", Klaus said in a low voice, almost like trying to hide from the ghosts, so they wouldn't find him again.

"Yes. I feel dizzy most of the time, but that's the price I'm willing to pay for the silence in my mind."

Klaus tried to force a little smile at his alternate version, but the headache hit him again, stronger than before. He closed his eyes and covered his mouth to stop himself from screaming. His powers have been getting stronger lately, but it didn't mean he knew how to be in control all the time.

"Klaus? Klaus, look at me", Liz said kneeling on his side. Klaus took a few breaths before turning to her while following her voice, his eyes still closed. His head was hurting so much with those voices again…"Breath, take a deep breath, focus on something else. Think about your siblings, maybe this will help."

"No, they are too loud, I can't push them away!", Klaus cried, trying to cover his ears.

"Remember them, Klaus! Remember your siblings' names, how you met each other again in the 60’s, how all of you arrived here. Focus on something!", Liz's voice seemed to be far away from him. He felt some movement on his side, his other self was getting closer to try to help him somehow.

"They will be looking for you, you'll need to go back for them", his other self told him with a calm voice.

"No, they won't", Klaus laughed, finally opening his eyes and looking at them. "They don't take me seriously, they still see me as a junkie after all this time. They just can't believe I can get sober if I want to, they probably didn't even notice how long I've been gone today and, to be honest, it wouldn't be the first time anyway! I hear these voices all the time, people calling my name and thinking I can help them, but I can't...not even the person I love believed me when I tried to save his life. My dead brother could take control of my body and nobody cared about how bad that made me feel! Now he's gone for good and nobody seems to care about it, but me!"

He didn't realize how he was screaming when he finished saying all of that, but the pain was so much that made him snap. At least, the voices stopped and his head wasn't pounding so much now. He felt sweat forming in his forehead and tears burning his eyes. That was the truth, right? His siblings didn't take him seriously, he would always be the drug addict, the weird brother, the irresponsible one.

"Klaus? I know I can't say I understand how you're feeling now, but I want to help you somehow", the alternate Klaus said, while touching his arm. "In some weird way we are both the same person dealing with these voices in our heads. Oh, yeah, baby!", he added when Klaus gave him a frown. "If I run out of pills, I have some serious issues, just ask Liz! My little sister had some hard times with me when we were younger. But, I know I can count with her support, no matter what. And, I don't care about what is going on with you and your siblings and all this crazy shit with different timelines. As long as you're here, we want to help you in any way we can. I mean, if you want us to, of course."

Klaus looked at both of them, Liz was still kneeling on the side of the couch, a small smile showing in her face before standing up to hug him followed by her brother and Klaus let his arms hold both of them. Maybe they could be the ones to help him. Maybe that other Klaus could understand his pain and Liz would try to help him like she tried to help her brother. Could they really help him? Perhaps, that was the only way to find out.

#klaus hargreeves #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves fanfic #tua fanfic #the umbrella academy fanfic #klaus deserves all the support in the world ok?#please show up in the tags #myfic

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trauma. ch9 – wrong judgment.

Dara and Jiwon are ordered to spend more time together by YG sajang-nim himself. Jiwon finally learns the truth about that night.

chapter 9 - wrong judgment.

a.n. I feel bad making the characters go through such hardships and drama, I know you all want them to be happy (together or not). I initially thought of this series to have a k-drama tone to it, it might get frustrating, but I promise you I’ll try to be more light-handed and give more space for them to shine so that we can actually root for them.

[3 days before the script read-through]

「Dara's POV」

I took a sip from the cup of tea, maybe I was hoping to escape from Chae’s questions, truth was I was too embarrassed to explain the whole situation to her. How could I when I just couldn’t make sense out of it myself?

She lived at 500 thousand miles of distance from me, but her boiling rage could be felt through the cluster of pixels of our unstable videocall.

“Just explain it to me so that I can understand it right, he literally said you tricked him into going out? Is he out of his mind? What a lunatic bastard!”, Chae nervously pet Pudding In an attempt to calm her nerves but the poor cat didn’t seem to be interested in that sudden display of affection, eager to be left on the floor.

I left the reg mug on the countertop as I whined at my phone, “I don’t know Chaerin-ah~ He literally said I did all of ‘that’ just to go with him”,

“What does he mean by ‘that’ anyways? Did you ask for explanations?”.

“I meant to ask him but we were interrupted by his manager and despite that… I don’t dare to ask him anything at this point!”.

“Unnie, you shouldn’t receive accusation without defending yourself! As if you forced him to go out with you! The nerve to accuse you like that! I told you, men only give headaches!”.

“He really looked disappointed tho…”.

“Stop defending him, you should start defending your feelings, first that selfish idiot of ji, then that opportunistic actor and now this compulsive liar of Jiwon oppa? You seem to attract bad men only”, she concluded.

[…]

“I told you, I predicted Jiwon oppa’s love-life will be troublesome as he’s always surrounded by women! Better stay away from men like that*”. Narae commented as she checked the colorful design the nail tech was executing.

(* //On an old tv program, an 18y/o Narae, pretended to be a shaman and predicted Eun Jiwon to always be surrounded by women, making his love life messy and troublesome.)

I glanced at the selca we shot at the tent bar, I just couldn’t take my eyes off from his eye-smile and his slightly flushed cheeks. He usually carried around a brooding look, that’s why the cheeky smirk on his face felt so much unlike him. Perhaps, that’s how the real Jiwon looked. Well, how could I know anyway? I knew nothing of him.

It seemed as if I had told him everything of me and yet, I really knew nothing of him outside his career. Our relationship was one-sided from the very start.

(//refer to chapter 3)

“I preferred it when you didn’t even look my way”, I sighed.

For once, I thought I became mature when it came to love. For once I knew what was better for me, I knew I had to keep distances, admiring him from afar to avoid hurting myself, not to ruin the perfect image I had of him. Just like a majestic fire, I got too close and got burned.

I almost surrendered at the thought, “He must really hate me right now, doesn’t he? Was I a fool for believing there was something between the two of us?”.

Some part of me didn’t want to blame him although his scenario didn’t look any different from the disappointing ones I had experienced before. He seemed different, but then again, the other all seemed different when I first met them. “Stupid me! How come I fell for that again!”.

I finally understood that I had to give up all my feelings for him at once to protect my heart. I had to go back to admiring him as a junior. No fantasising, no assuming.

How I wished I could’ve avoided him just enough to heal my broken heart, yet he kept appearing in front of me.

Why was fate so cruel to me?

「End of POV」

[…]

[The day after the script read-through]

“Come on Hyung, I promised the others you’d come”, Mino whined on the phone, working his best aegyo against an uninterested Jiwon on the other side of the line.

“Is Seungyoon-ie coming?”, he sighed before asking.

“I told you, all members are coming, we’re going to eat barbeque right after-…I’ll pay”.

Jiwon had planned a long session of World of Warcraft for the night, but his favorite junior’s insistencies and a good free meal were good enough for a change of plan.

“Send me the address”, he surrendered before closing the call.

Jiwon lazily sat beside Mino once arrived at the Karaoke place, immediately resting his tired body on the red cushions.

“Oh no”, the hoobae thought to himself at the sight of Jiwon’s eyelids slightly closing.

“Hyung, choose something to sing while we wait for Seungyoon-ie!”, Mino quickly shoved the music book on Jiwon’s lap, he perfectly knew that he’d be capable of sleeping right there and then and there was no way in hell all four members of Winner wanted to lift his dead-weight again out of the room.

“Hi guys!”, a female voice could be heard from behind his back.

“This can’t be it”, Jiwon cursed Mino with his eyes.

“Dara unnie! You finally came!”, Jinu exhorted as he made his way to go hug her.

“I’m going”, Jiwon immediately stood up only to be stopped by Hoon’s arm, “You just got here Hyung! Where are you going?”.

He silently sighed and sat down again,“Why didn’t you tell me she was coming too?”, Jiwon lightly slapped Mino’s arm with the back of his hand to catch his attention. He wasn’t ready to face her, not when he had such mixed feelings in her regards.

Mino tilted his head, “Eh? Why? Is anything wrong?”.

“No, nothing”, Jiwon’s expression was gloomier than ever.

He secretly threw a glance at her. She looked melancholic, no matter how much she tried to conceal it around Winner.

“Dara Nuna? Is everything ok? Why the pouty face?”, Jinu didn’t take long to actually notice, he wasn’t her cherished dongsaeng for no reason.

“Huh? Did YG sajang-nim scold you?”.

“N-no it’s nothing like that, I’m okay, I swear you guys! Come on let’s sing”.

Jiwon glanced at her for a second too long, she sure sucked at concealing her true feelings.

[…]

[Jiwon’s solo mv shooting – DAY1]

“You clearly told me about your feelings the other day, since we’re professionals let’s just pretend it never happened and get it over with. I won’t bother you anymore so don’t get in my way either”.

The coldness in her tone took Jiwon by surprise, there was something different about her that day. It seemed as if he could see his own self reflected onto her. Cold, unreachable, stoic. Being on the receiving end sure felt hurtful.

How could such a phrase be told by her gentle cherry pink lips? The melancholic expression he had seen on her at the karaoke room completely vanished, replaced by an emotionless glance that somehow felt aggressive.

“Sure”, he pierced her through with the same energy but that didn’t seem to faze her at all.

“CUT! That didn’t seem right, let’s do it again!”.

The stylist hurriedly fixed their hair before disappearing behind the film director.

“Ok, now get closer, slowly!”.

Jiwon cupped Dara’s cheek, shifting his weight on his right hand as he carefully descended into the velvety couch she was laying on. Their eyes met for a few seconds before Dara panicked, scattering her attention anywhere but on Jiwon.

“CUT!”, film director Kim yelled.

The managers looked at each other, concerned by the grim expression on Mr. Kim’s face.

“This is no good, why can’t I feel the chemistry between the two leads? When you interact, I feel uncomfortable too!”.

“I apologize, Director Kim! I’ll try harder!”, Dara quickly bowed with her head.

“Let’s switch to the individual shots, quicky!”.

[...]

Director Kim trapped the managers in an empty spot of the set.

“Dohyun-ssi, Wonjun-ssi, I’ve called you here because I think we made a mistake casting Miss Sandara for the female role, I thought Mr. Yang chose her because of their strong affinity but it just feels like they’re worse than enemies on screen! This won’t work, we need to recast someone else, I won’t put up with this again!”.

“Mr. Kim, I wish I could avoid putting you in an uncomfortable spot but… please look at this”, Dohyun raised his phone, showing the main Naver page, his gaze purposely avoiding the director’s.

“Sandara Park confirmed an appearance on Eun Jiwon’s solo M/V”

“Huh? This is not good, this is terrible! I need have a serious talk with Mr. Yang!”.

[…]

「Dara's POV」

I couldn’t believe YG Sajang-nim actually convoked me to the 7th floor with him.

I glimpsed at President Yang: the moment he adjusted his old gray cap right after crossing his legs I knew I would be nagged at.

“Dara-yah, I thought you were excited to finally work with Jiwon, then why did the director have to complain to me?”.

“I’m sorry president, I’ll try my best”.

“What’s the problem? You don’t like each other? Why are you seated so far apart from one another?”.

maybe because he makes every cell in my body uncomfortable, but I can’t really say that aloud, can I?

We exchanged guilty looks and proceeded to silently scoot a bit towards the center of the long sofa that ran through the CEO’s office.

“The scenes looked fine to me though”. Jiwon interjected, scratching the back of his head as he leaned back onto the seat.

“Fine is not enough. If we want this promotion to work it’ll need to look like you two are very close, that’s why I decided to take action with your respective managers”.

Dohyun rarely had me wondering about his whereabouts, lately he had been fixing my schedule without informing me, that’s how he agreed to my appearance in Jiwon’s MV without my approval.

I nervously started fidgeting, “What do you mean by that President Yang?”.

“They’ll arrange you to participate on the same shows so that you’ll have the time to know one another, become comfortable and also make some public appearance, the shows will air right before and right after the release of Jiwon’s solo album, to increase the public’s interest”.

“I-is that really necessary Mr. President?”, he objected.

as if I wanted to spend any more time with you, Mr. Precious.

“It wouldn’t have been if you had worked harder on your affinity on screen, but you two left me no choice, It’s decided”.

And at that moment I realized, I was done for.

「End of POV」

[…]

[The day of Sechskies’ concert]

“Dara-yah! I didn’t know you came, why didn’t you tell me?”. Suwon immediately sprinted towards the disguised Sandara, the white mask covered her features well and yet- you could really tell her identity because of her unique timid demeanour.

“She’s here too? When will she stop appearing before my very eyes? This is becoming ridiculous”, Jiwon thought as he rolled his eyes away from her image reflected on the mirror right in front of him.

“Was she forced to come here too because the CEO asked us to spend more time together?”. Jiwon couldn’t help but quietly huff alone at the hair-styling station while all the other members and staff were busy smothering Sandara with attention.

“This is the first time I pre-order a ticket by myself, I wasn’t sure how it worked so I waited to tell you, in case the purchase didn’t go through”, she chuckled, slightly embarrassed at her own computer illiteracy.

“What? She did it by herself? No way”, Jiwon continued to silently judge her.

“Why haven’t you contacted me? The staff would’ve provided you with a VIP ticket for free”, Suwon pointed out after helping her carry a basket to the glass tabletop in the middle of the waiting room.

“It was difficult, but I really wanted to support Sechskies since it’s your last concert for the tour, and also- I’ve recently visited the Philippines, so I decided to bring you something to snack on!”.

“Does she ever stop smiling like that? Aren’t her cheeks sore?”, he unknowingly found himself scrutinizing her, all the attention was diverted onto her anyway, why bother ignoring her presence?

Dara readily informed the staff that the big basket of Filipino delicacies was there for them to enjoy and proceeded to distribute individual paper bags to each member.

“Here”, she extended her arms and offered one to Jiwon. He glared at her straight away, not averting his gaze for a second.

Her heart was about to jump out from her chest, “Why is he staring so intensely at me?”, she was not sure if that was meant to make her uneasy or was just his way of dealing with people.

“Here you go!”, she forced a smile and immediately dropped the bag in Jiwon’s hands.

“That’s very thoughtful of you Dara-yah, you’re the best!”, Jaeduck opened his own with anticipation, clearly moved by that simple considerate act.

Jaejin waved a yellow post-it he had just found and questioned: “Is this note supposed to be here?”.

“Oh- that! I figured a couple of encouraging words would be nice!”, she beamed warmly, making her eyes disappear in two cute half-moons.

Jiwon looked down and casually searched for the piece of paper in question amid the packets of chips and fruits, but failing to find it. His eyebrow twitched a little, why was he so bothered by it? Not that he should really care about a stupid note. But why did everyone receive one but him? Was she being petty out of revenge?

Suwon proceeded to attentively read his: “Mine says ‘Thank you for being such a good friend, you improved a lot Suwon-Oppa, fighting!’ ”

“Oh no- don’t read it out loud! It’s embarrassing-… I’ll get going then”.

“I’ll escort you”, Jiwon suddenly stood up and closely followed behind her with a couple of pink hair rollers still attached to his black hair.

An awkward silence wrapped the two of them as they silently walked beside one another through the venue hallways.

“You were the one who told me to get it over with. So why are you being so petty to act in such a childish way?”, he stopped in his tracks.

“Did you accompany me just to say this?”. Dara turned around to face him, glaring at him like she never did with anybody else before, “I’m tired of being accused like this, I’m going”, she turned her back on him without hesitation and crossed the door.

“That woman is unbelievable”, a growl left Jiwon’s mouth as he angrily stomped back towards the waiting room.

“Oh- look hyung, there’s a sticky note attached to your sole”, Jaeduck pointed out as soon as Jiwon sat down at the styling station.

He lifted his shoe only to find the yellow post-it he was searching for.

[Jiwon Oppa fighting! Congrats on your solo debut, enjoy the snacks!]

He sighed at the sight of those supporting words. Why did she have to be so kind for? Perhaps he had a hard time accepting she was more mature than him, in fact, it seemed like he was the only one who didn’t “get over it” between the two of them.

No, she was the cunning woman who manipulated his friend into helping her orchestrate that date.

“Was she?”, he shook his head. Of course, she was. And yet, this time Jiwon was the one at fault. He had just accused her of something she didn’t do. He felt apologetic, but how could you ask forgiveness for something so irreparable? As he said, some things are better left in pieces or you’ll get hurt fixing them.

Wasn’t that exactly what he was hoping for? That annoying woman would definitely stop bothering him. And yet, he couldn’t accept it.

“Come on hyung~ I know you’re trying to keep it a secret, but you’re so obvious, why would you accompany her otherwise?”, Jaeduck interrupted his reflection, playfully nudging his leader to make him spill the beans.

“Suwon-ah, we need to talk”, Jiwon grabbed his member’s arm and dragged him along towards the next room.

“YOU BASTARD TRAITOR!”. Jiwon’s voice was so powerful that it could be heard through the thick wall separating the two waiting rooms.

“Do you think they’re doing fine hyung?”. Jaeduck tilted his head at Jaejin, slightly concerned for their dear maknae.

“It’s fine as long as we’re not involved”, the rapper chuckled calmly while Jiwon’s voice got louder and louder.

“J-jiwon hyung, you’re ruining my stage clothes…”, a droplet of sweat dribbled down Suwon’s forehead as Jiwon didn’t seem to release the grip on his collar any sooner. .

“How could you help her and set me up for that stupid date?!”.

(//Poor Suwon-…)

“H-help her? What are you talking about hyung?”.

“Just admit it, you bastard! We’ve known each other for 23 years old but you sold me to her!”

“Wait- are you talking about Sandara?”.

“I see you’ve stopped playing dumb Suwon”.

“I just told her to let you loosen up a bit! Why are you so mad for hyung?”, he protected his face with his arms as his last resource, ready to get beaten by the leader, “It’s not even me who sent that message, it was Jaeduck hyung!”. He didn’t hesitate to throw his hyung under the bus.

Jiwon’s fist dangerously got nearer to the maknae’s face.

“N-no Hyung! You must be mistaken, I never helped her go out with you!”, Suwon’s voice cracked under pressure.

[after a throughout and embarrassing explanation of the events leading to the misunderstanding…]

“How could you even believe we set you up Hyung?”.

“It’s not my fault I kept seeing you huddled up with Sandara at all times”, Jiwon protested, not even looking at him.

“I wasn’t huddled u—wait, have you been spying on us?”.

“I-it’s not like I was spying on you! You two were always in my way!”, the leader complained, scoffing at Suwon’s assumptions although they were in part true.

“You’ve become so diffident throughout the years Hyung, you always feel the need to push everyone away”, Suwon leaned on the wall behind him, a sudden sense of calm and wiseness possessing him, “She’s different, isn’t she?”, he continued.

(//Suwon dropping truth bombs is everything we ever wanted)

“What are you even talking about…?”, Jiwon nervously rebutted.

“You usually straighten things out with women, you’re upfront If you’re uninterested in them. With her? You even came up with a reason to despise her because you can’t accept the fact you actually like her”.

“L-like her?”, Jiwon was suddenly reminded of how intrusively her face kept appearing in his thoughts, “W-what the fuck are you even talking about?”, a weak murmur came out of his mouths, he was almost embarrassed by how non-confidently he was denying it.

“I’m sure you’ve been acting strange around her because of this”.

Suwon wasn’t wrong, he had been unkind to her, whether in his mind or verbally when she didn’t deserve any of that.

“You sure don’t know Sandara very well, she’s a good and honest person, just be kind to her from now on hyung”, he sighed.

“I-…”.

“Jiwon, Suwon? You’re on stage in 5 minutes!”.

[…]

「Dara's POV」

I hurriedly got back to my seat, careful to put my disguise on not to be recognized by the fans. I was a yellowkie that day.

The huge led cubes turned fiery red were accompanied by a suspenseful beat that slowly grew, just like the anticipation of the audience.

A figure appeared at the center of the rising platform, hidden by a thick cloud of smoke. My heart skipped a beat, it seemed as if I was catapulted back into the 90s, I wasn’t Sandara Park the celebrity anymore, I felt like the sensible teenager who squirmed at Sechskies’ posters in her room in the Philippines again.

The crescendo stopped, the roaring of the crowd making itself heard. I held my breath for a second until the opening song started.

My place was among the crowd, cheering him from afar. Not on stage with him.

♪ I’m dizzy, I’m spinning I wanna close my eyes now I’m dizzy, I’m spinning I’m getting vertigo from thinking about you ♪

[Vertigo – SECHSKIES]

I jumped at the beat, waving the lightstick like crazy. If that was the energy I was consuming for the opening song, I wasn’t sure how could I survive the rest of the concert.

♪ Like the TV that’s turned off We’ve ended But I’m here What am I waiting for? ♪

“We’ve ended, but I’m here. What am I waiting for…?”.

My pace slowed, why did I relate so much with the lyrics? I shook my head to get out all of those intruding thoughts. Why was my heart even acting up?

♪ I wanna run away but I’m at the same place every day My head is about to break from thinking of you ♪

I wish there was a switch to turn it off. That wasn’t the right time to start thinking about him again, I just had to enjoy the show. I was there for SECHSKIES, not to feed my sadness over him.

I was left in awe, his energy was explosive. My eyes were naturally drawn to him, there was no point in denying his charisma. He was born to be a star.

How I wished I could stand on a stage again. Just wishful thinking. Seeing him perform with such infectious energy reminded me of why I wanted to become a singer in the first place.

Seeing Sechskies perform together made me feel hopeful; no matter how lost I felt. I secretly hoped I could find my own way only to go back to sing with 2NE1.

A small teardrop of joy fell from my eyes as I kept cheering on them.

[…]

“Dara-yah! Did you have fun?”, Jaeduck enthusiastically asked me as he held my hands.

“Lots of it! I felt like a teenager again~ ”.

Suwon wiped away the sweat on his neck and joined the conversation.

“You’re here! I still can’t believe you managed to make it to our last concert, thank you so much for the support”.

“We’re grabbing dinner with the staff, are you coming Dara-yah?”.

“I-…”, I looked at Jiwon from a distance and squirmed, “I’ll join you next time! I have a shooting tomorrow morning”. I dismissed myself and left after a round of farewells.

I stepped out of the elevator and caught a glimpse of my red car under the pouring rain. There it was my luck for that day. “If only I had grabbed my umbrella…”, I clutched the hoodie and pushed it onto my head, quickly accepting the idea I’d definitely get drenched wet. I sprinted towards the parking lot, careful to avoid all of the puddles in my way.

“Dara wait!”.

The sloshing sound of steps in the rain followed behind me as I slowly turned around towards the voice calling my name.

“Y-you…?”.

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zuffer-weird-girl · 4 years

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Olá !!! I have one for ya ! How about nurse chisaki x reader teacher , the plot being chisaki is is forced to be UA new nurse and gets the crap beaten out of him almost everyday by students , but he can’t do nothing about it because no one likes him so no one wants to help him, until one day the reader finds him being beaten up and saves him and he just falls for her after that and maybe she helps him with his reputation? It’s a long one sorry about that , love your work ❤️❤️❤️

Olá!! So, I will make this an no quirk AU since I guess that people on UA wouldn't want a imprisoned criminal category fucking B villain as their nurse. I loved your request btw

Honestly? He felt worse...

Ever since the school U.A demanded his services; since he was basically forced to take a job when he got out of prison; as their nurse, Chisaki was in a awful mood almost 24 hours at day, even when he wasn't working.

Chisaki was going to refuse and even insult these bastards to even look exactly for him to do this despicable job, but Pops made up his mind.

"If you don't accept this Kai your penalty on jail can increase and the yakusa will be prejudiced by it. Accept this offer already."

Well, here was... treating his own swollen and purple eye.

Just like him, the students and even some teachers weren't pleased by his presence on their school ground. And some expressed their disgust towards him with physical violence and degrading words.

Chisaki wasn't weak and could easily pin them down and take their lifes away, but if he even dared to raise a hand, he was going to suffer the consequences with the police and the yakusa would be prejudiced with the news of him... and Pops could be arrested as well.

So he just take it. It's not like it was anything he cared for anyway...

A knock on the door interrupted his actions and he immediately puffed an air of pure irritation at the thought of another person treating him like disgusting trash or even chosing to beat him up.

"Come in." He groaned impatiently as he got out of the the tiny bathroom of the infirmary.

He froze when he saw you. A teacher from class 2-B wondering around, looking at everthing with an innocent smile and pure interest.

Well, the least he would get was going to be a slap on his face or a kick on his private area...

"Ah hello!" You noticed his presence and your happy face soon transformed into one of worry at seing his black eye "Oh god! Are you okay? What happened?" You approached him and he took a step back covering his eye while glaring at you with his good one.

"Not your business. What do you want?" He growled, making you lift your hands up in defence as you simply nodded.

"Ok, not going to interfere. Sorry, I just got worried, but I understand. I just came here to grab a pill for a headache for one student of mine."

"Right." He went into one of his shelfs and grabbed one pot and roughly handed it to you one exactly pill.

"That should be enough." You smiled up at him and bowed shortly after.

"Thank you very much Chisaki-kun. Have a good a day!" You waved at him and got out.

He scoffed before plopping down on his chair as he grabbed a small amount of cotton.

"Good day... right."

On the other day you passed by and greated him like normally, while he was attending a student, whose was scowling at him already.

"Good morning Chisaki-kun. What happened in here?"

He stared at you for a few seconds before pointing with his palm at a cut on the student's arm, irritation clearly on his face.

"Woah kiddo what happened on the battle field?"

The boy smiled at you while he rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment.

"Long day at training (L/N) sensei. My colleague went a bit overboard on me." You giggled while Chisaki picked his equipments to start to sterilize the injury.

"I can do it myself." The student said roughly trying to get the supplies fron Chisaki's hands.

"Do you even have the knowledge of the topic? No, right? So just shut it and let me do my damn job." Chisaki groaned before luckily dodging the younger boy slap.

"Hey! What is the meaning of this?!" You shouted at the student making him flinch in fear while Chisaki widened his eyes.

"Miss he is-"

"I don't want to hear it!" You pointed a threatening finger at his face "You better respect this man for doing at least a decent job! He is your superior, and you own him some respect! Did you hear me?!" The boy nodded nervously at seing an usual calm and cheerful teacher in such a state of wrath.

"Good. Now let him threat the wound or else you can get out of here and look for recovery girl." The boy slowly got up and leaved the infirmary.

Chisaki looked at you, sighing in pure annoyance while pinching between your eyebrows with your other hand on your hip.

"I apologize for his behavior Chisaki-kun. I will talk with principal Nezu about it."

"It's..." he looked at you questionably "Not necessary." He put the uttensiles back in their originals places.

"What do you want?" He returned to look at you, crossing arms and with his usual glare.

"Uh? Oh! Nothing, I was just passing by and wanted to see how were you doing!" A beep catched the attention of both of you before you gasped looking at the time.

"My break It's over. I have to get back to class right away or my students will destroy the classroom."

"Quite troublesome brats aren't they?" He lifted one of his eyebrows up which you only giggled making your way to the door.

"Maybe, but they are good kids. See you soon!" You bowed and closed the door.

Why did you even defended him..? And you didn't even wanted nothing in return.

What the hell were you planning? And what was this warm on his chest..?

As time passed by, Kai had already memorized your breaks, since everytime you went to his infirmary to catch up. He noticed that you stayed, talked and treated him like a decent human being, different from many of this hell.

So its not shocking for him to notice that he may had developed a certain... fondness for you.

So he was slightly concerned when you were ten minutes late than normal to your usual visit.

"Waiting for miss (L/N) young man?" Asked recovery girl making her way to a reunion with principal Nezu.

Chisaki merely sended a death glare at her before scoffing and returning his supposed 'attention' on his book.

"Rude as always." Mumbled the older woman shooking her head in disbelief.

Before he could finally be emerged on his book, a knock on the door was hearded, and Chisaki felt his worries go away immediately when he saw your figurine carring two mugs carefully.

"I know I'm late, but lecture today was almost impossible since my students were anxious about their grades. And I may have made a bit too much tea to calm down my nerves." You smiled sitting on a chair in front of his desk and offering him one mug.

"Served?"

"Gladly." He brushed his gloved fingers with your skin, which sended a wave of shiver in his intere body.

He choosed to ignore it and just drink it in peace. At least you gave him a excuse for being late.

"Rough day?" You asked as soon as you finished sipping on your tea.

"Not as much. Students have been more careful and choosing to go to recovery girl instead." He blantly said before taking another sip of his own tea "Less sick brats and teachers for me to take care of."

You laughed, almost spilling your tea, but luckily you had put your mug down and swallowed the hit drink before the worse could happen.

Chisaki himself felt a rush of warm spread on his cheeks but before he could evict, he let out his own chuckle... your laugh was just so adorable and yet so catching that he couldn't help himself.

Your eyes immediately went wide open as your jaw dropped. When he finally oppened his eyes, he immediately built his wall up, already waiting for the worst.

"What?" He asked bitterly.

"It's the first time I heard you laugh." You smiled brightly at him "In fact its the first time I even got a chance to know that you're happy! It's difficult to see it when you're so serious and wears this mask all the time you know?" He scoffed, choosing to look down at his hot tea.

"So what if?" He asked in a arrogant tone, bringing his mug to another sip as he closed his eyes, not really expecting a answer.

"Well, it's adorable." He choked on his tea in surprise and started to cough.

"Woah! You're okay there?" You went to pat his back but he stopped you with one his hands; silently demanding distance; while the other slapped his chest a couple of times.

"Sorry, no touching, I forgot." He finally recuperated and breath in slowly to catch his breath.

"You're okay?" You asked giggling when he glared down at you.

"Get out of my office."

"It's not an office Chisaki." You started to laugh at seing his ears turning pink as he pointed at the door.

"Get out of my infirmary then, visit time is over." You laughed at his irritation and with hands up to your chest in surrender, you started to make your way towards the door.

"Okay okay sir! Can I at least pick my-"

"No."

"Alright, a present for you then. See ya tomorrow on the same time!" You giggled when you heard him scoffing.

He groaned when he returned sitting down on his chair as he rubbed at his dark brow hair.

He looked at the black mug in front of him and carefully passed the point of his fingers through it.

"A gift...from you..." he mumbled, ignoring the fact that he was smilling like a idiot at such stupid yet so endearing action of yours.

The first thing he hearded was your gasp coming from the door frame of the tiny bathroom of the infirmary.

"Chisaki what happened?!" You asked with desperation as you took steps closer to the man, whose his uncovered nose was bleeding along with a few cuts and purple marks covering his jaw and the left side of his face.

"(L/N) it's nothing to worry about." He numbly said as he tried to pick his black mask again.

"Nothing to worry about your ass Chisaki! You're bleeding!" You grapped his wrist which he flinched and pushed him out of the bathroom to force him to sit on a chair.

"How dare you-" he growled but soon stopped at seing the raged look you carried in your eyes as you picked a first aid kit.

You sitted in front of him and picked a pair of gloves and quickly wear them before grabbing a puff of cotton with alcohol and pressed gently at his cuts and wiped away his blood.

He winced at first, but soon relaxed and just let you be, as he looked down at both of your feets on the ground.

"Kai..." you called "Who are the persons doing this? It's not the first time I catch you injured. Please, I'm actually begging here."

He stayed in silence, not daring to look at your (E/C) eyes... he couldn't understand why you were so worried about... him. Him, out of all people, didn't you know who he was? Were you that dumb? Or just as antisocial as he was?

"Don't you know who I am?" He sighed the words which made your actions immediately stop.

"Chisaki Kai. The nurse of this school. Why?" He finally looked at you, a mixture of disbelief and irritation.

"Don't play dumb with me. You know who I am. You know I'm from the yakusa. You know how dangerous I can be. You know how hated I am." He growled animalistic, noticing the way you retreated a little, but your face still calm as ever.

"What the hell are your intentions on acting like this? Answer me, now." He demanded in a dark tone.

You sighed putting the kit aside and crossing your arms and putting one leg over the other.

"So? I already had knowledge of who you was and are, right. But can't I be at least respectful or even like your company? I mean, its not like everyone in this building is a saint or something like that."

His eyes softened a little before he looked down and bringed his hands up to his hair.

"I can't understand you... yet I'm... dammit.."

"Do you want me to go..?" You asked, not really wanting to go, but still respecting his decisions.

He shook his head with his hands still planted on his hair.

"... do you want a hug?" He jerked back up and looked at you dead in the eye with anger.

"Just offering! Calm down!" You lift your hands in defence.

He thought for a few seconds before sighing...

"I'm calm." He standed up and went to the bathroom again closing the door.

You looked over at his desk and couldn't help but smile and blush at seing the black mug standing there, perfectly clean and shinning through the lights of the infirmary.

When will he notice..?

You walked through the halls in search of Chisaki, since he wasn't in the infirmary, and recovery girl also having no idea where he was, since he was gone to grab a few supplies that were missing and didn't come back for an hour by now...

You eyes widened when you saw one guard and even one teacher of the third year cornering him on a wall as he only looked with his usual empty eyes and irritated face as he wiped away the blood dripping from his mouth.

"You two sick people already done? I'm going to be late for my work." He received a punch on the jaw as a answer as they went for even more.

"Guess not huh?" He grunted.

"HEY!" you screamed running in their direction and yanking the teacher away from Chisaki and standing at his front to provide any punches the guard could give.

"WHAT IS THE MEANING OF THIS?!" you shouted angrily at them, making both go wide eyed.

"Miss (L/N) please calm down-" the teacher tried to reason but you just got more infuriated.

"CALM DOWN?! LOOK AT WHAT YOU TWO WERE DOING TO HIM!"

"(L/N), he is dangerous, if we don't keep him grounded he may try to-"

"Are you trying to tell me you've been treating him like a wild animal since WHEN?!" Both flinched at your tone and even Chisaki widened his eyes in surprise.

"You know you two are no better than him if you beat him up for nothing?! I don't care if Principal Nezu fire me for this, but if I ever catch any of you or your partners even daring to touch him, I will give you a punch so hard that will make you bastards go straight TO THE MOON!" you pointed furiously at the direction of the exit "GET OUT OF MY SIGN. NOW!"

Both made their ways pretty quickly out, as you took a couple of breaths to calm your self down. When you turned to be in his front you saw Chisaki staring at you with wide golden eyes.

"You're okay? Did they did more than this?" You asked worriedly, containing your urge to hold his upper arms in a form of comfort.

He tried to form words but he was just in shock... you could lose your job for that scandal you just throw and yet you yelled at the top of your lungs at your coworkers... protecting him, defending him even...

"Come on." You signal for him to go to the infirmary before Aizawa got out of his class and looked worriedly and in guard at both of you.

"(L/N)? Did something happened?" You only waved him off and said you could explain later as you grabbed Chisaki's hand, who for once didn't flinch, and lead the way to the infirmary.

When you both arrived, recovery girl wasn't there anymore.

Chisaki numbly stayed on his feet as you looked for the first aid kit.

"You will be late for your class..." he monotonously pointed it out, not really wanting you to go.

"Is English class now. Mic is taking care of then..."

"Right... the noisy one..." you approached him and he stopped your actions to threat his injury.

"Chisaki can you please not be so stu-"

"Kai... calm me Kai." He numbly said, still looking down at his feet.

"Y-Your first name? Ok. If you want to. But still-"

"I..." he interrupted you again, looking hesitant to even finish his sentence "I think I will... accept that offer now... if you wouldn't mind."

"Huh? What offer?" You confusely looked up at him.

He for once looked at your eyes, like a kicked puppy, before he enveloped his arms on you as he buried his face on the crook of your neck.

He was even surprised that he didn't felt the urge to pull back or even felt disgusted at the contact, instead a warm feeling of comfort and safety enveloping him. Comproving his theory...

He was in love with you... he felt good with your presence near him... he felt for once loved and cared...

His tears started to fall silently when he felt the gentle pressure of your fingers in his scalp, carresing gently his head in comfort.

"It's okay Kai."

He felt... for once... safe and sound... the first and every time he felt good about being vulnerable in front of someone...

#overhaul x reader #overhaul scenario #fanfic overhaul #chisaki kai imagine scenario #kai chisaki x reader #chisaki kai x reader #bnha imagine #bnha characters #bnha villains #bnha x reader #bnha #my writing #zuffer writings #holy shit #way too long #WAY TOO LONG #nurse chisaki

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lonelypond · 4 years

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Au Yeah August: Café Quarantine, Part II

NicoMaki, Love Live, 2.7K, 2/3

Summary: Yazawa Nico's recovering from Covid-19 while she tries to learn more about her housemate, Nishikino Maki.

Café Quarantine

Nico woke up. Her head felt clearer, no headache, still so dry inside her mouth there was no saliva, and her lips were peeled and chapped. Sitting up, she was breathing easier, and the inhale of relief didn’t trigger a cascade of coughing. What time was it? She grabbed her phone. 1:25 a.m. Long past Café Quarantine time. Nico concentrated. She’d seen Maki earlier today, what had they talked about? They’d been texting more, Maki seemed to be getting friendlier, but there were no new messages on Nico’s phone.

Had Maki done a livestream? Her friend...Hana...something...Nico shook her head, details fled too quickly and new memories seemed hard to make...Maki’s friend, who was now TWIG-ing for the Café, probably wouldn’t let Maki take a night off. Consistency was key, especially in the beginning. And now everybody who could was supposed to be staying home to “flatten the curve.” Nico glanced around the large room, with a queen bed, a walk in closet, and two barrel chairs around a low table. This was a very nice place to be flattening the curve in, but Nico got a lost feeling from Maki in so many of the rooms, especially, Nico giggled, the kitchen. That triggered a cough, but the spasm was less painful. Another inhale of relief. Maki had said something about Day 6 being a turn around. Maybe Nico was on the upswing. Nico flipped on the bed, leaning into a pillow, and opening TWIG to see what Maki had done for tonight.

The first piece was instrumental. Fast, cheerful. Amazing technique. Nico didn’t know much about the piano, but Maki exuded such a sexy confidence, her fingers moving with strength and grace, not mistaking a key as she read the hand written pages of notes. And to then, Maki looked up at the camera, and suddenly, Nico got pulled in to the depths of amethyst, as Maki nearly almost didn’t smile, her voice playing all sorrow’s gentlest notes as she spoke.

“It’s a little lonely here. Maybe it’s a little lonely where you are. This is a moment of change, and we all have to think about how that happens.” Maki laughed and it made Nico’s chest feel lighter, “And when I think I don’t sleep and when I don’t sleep I think why not drink more coffee and so I can’t get this song out of my head and I’m gifting it to you.” Another laugh and then Maki’s voice, even from Nico’s phone, captured all her attention as Time paused.

“I'm feelin' mighty lonesome Haven't slept a wink I walk the floor from nine to four In between I drink Black coffee Love's a hand-me-down brew I'll never know a Sunday In this weekday room

I'm talkin to the shadow One o'clock till four And Lord, how slow the moments go And all I do is pour Black coffee Since the blues caught my eye I'm hangin' out on Monday My Sunday dreams to dry…”

Nico had this sudden urge to go find Maki, to hear if the sadness was lifted out of her voice, see if the brightness was stoked up in her eyes. But Nico was still contagious. Nico had been trying to stay isolated, complete exhaustion had helped with that, but whenever she stepped out of the room, she ran into Maki. Like magnets. And Nico didn’t want anyone else to feel like this. Or worse. Nico knew this wasn’t a bad case, but it was scary. And now Nico was hungry. Tired as she was, sleep wasn’t coming back until she ate something. Surely Maki was asleep. Nico couldn’t hear anything in the hall, so maybe.

Nico masked up. No sense in taking unnecessary risks. Decreasing the chances Maki might be exposed to the virus was important. Nico hoped Maki was sleeping and not snacking as she headed to the kitchen. Where Maki was sitting at the table. WIth a mug.

“Black coffee?” Nico asked.

Maki only jumped slightly. She must have seen Nico in her peripheral vision. The redhead had changed from the highlighting crushable curves black and lilac gown to blue pajama pants with stars and a gray Northwestern hoodie.

“Tea.”

“Are you feeling sick?”

Maki shook her head, “Just want to get some sleep.” She yawned, stretching out her arms, “it’s been a long week.”

“Seems like two.”

Maki’s lip quirked into an expression that a read amused, while not technically counting as a smile. “I know. It really does.”

“Nico will come back and raid the refrigerator when you leave.”

Maki shrugged, twirled a curl, and rose, moving to the window and opening it, “‘S ok, raid away. Can I get you anything?”

Nico shook her head, “So what was that first song.”

“It’s actually called the Coffee Song.”

“Does it have lyrics?”

Maki nodded.

“Sing it for Nico.” Nico decided on reheating a slice of sausage pizza. Maki’s favorite pizza place put fennel and basil and roasted garlic on everything and it was amazing.

Maki blushed and sipped her tea so hastily drops spilled down her chin.

Nico chuckled at the lack of verbal response, “Some other day. Hey, you talked a lot last night. Nico didn’t know you could do that.”

Maki rolled her eyes, “Pay more attention.”

Nico turned, making sure she had Maki’s full focus, “I will.”

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Nico’s Mama’s ringtone went off as Nico was debating whether to dive under the covers for more sleep or actually get up and stretch. Grabbing the phone allowed Nico to delay the decision on exercise.

Her mom’s voice sounded cheery, “How’s my baby?

“Better, maybe. Nico’s been resting so much, if I didn’t have a window I wouldn’t have idea if it were day or night.” Nico pushed the blankets back.

“It’s morning.”

“Are you at work?”

“I’m telecommuting. Everyone in the office is. Your siblings are so happy.” Her mother paused, “Keeps them from getting upset by the bad stuff.”

“Good. I miss them.”

“They can’t wait to see you.”

“Yeah, Nico’s safe once the isolation period is up and symptoms go away.”

“Are you still coughing?” Now there was her Mama, Nico smiled, the concern making her less lonely, “You haven’t been singing.”

“Nico’s been sleeping through most days, but Maki took over.” Nico decided to sit up. Easier than yesterday.

“I know, we’ve been watching. Cocoro wants a piano so she play for you.”

“The one here is so pretty.”

“So is Maki.”

“Mama.” Nico's tone warned.

A pause. “Are you getting along?”

“Nico gets along with everyone.”

“I remember you complaining about her nearly every night after her parents made her take a job in the coffeehouse.”

“There are no customers to be rude to here.”

“Is she taking care of you?”

“Nico takes care of herself.”

“Nico.” Mama wanted real answers. Nico sighed.

“Maki’s go to move is ordering this really excellent pizza. And sending Nico mp3 files of songs she’s spent the afternoon playing while Nico recuperates. If she could do it by herself, she’d probably move the piano to the hall outside Nico’s door.”

Amused. “That sounds nice.”

Nico coughed, for two minutes, her mother waiting to speak until the coughs quieted.

Sharper. “That sounds scary.”

“Nico is brave, Mama.”

“I know, baby. I love you. And I’m so proud of you.”

Nico hated the crying. Yes, it was her mama and no one else was here to see it, but any weakness was weakness.

“Thanks, Mama.” Nico whispered.

“I expect to see you next week for dinner. Bring Maki.”

“But Mama…”

“No excuses. I owe her so much more than home cooking for taking good care of my daughter.”

Nico knew she wouldn't win this argument. “Okay.”

“Good. What are you going to do today?”

“Get up and get some sun.”

“Good idea. Eat breakfast first.”

“Yes, Mama.”

Laughter on the other end of the phone, “I don’t mean to treat you like Cocoa. I just want to have you here to take care of you myself. But you’re an adult. And you have...friends who care about you.”

“Yeah. Nico’s lucky. I don’t know how I can pay Maki back.”

“Just be yourself, Nico, and you’ll figure out what you need to do.”

“Nico’s got this.”

Nico could see her mother’s serious face, with just the slightest nod to confirm Nico’s abilities. “You do.”

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Nico was in the backyard, wrapped up in this really superwarm, superbeautiful wool blanket Maki said was made by indigenous artists working for an indigenous company. So not only superwarm but points for exploring something other than the culture handed to her on a platinum platter. Maki, for all her rudeness, had this air of kindness that Nico instinctively wanted to save from the harder edges out there in the universe. Her parents had obviously kept her in a bubble and Maki had her own bumbling, oblivious charm that would have existed bubble or no. And then she sat in front of a piano and Nico was breathless because there was nothing but confidence and mastery. Nico had worked, worked so hard, on singing and dancing and music, and Nico was sure Maki had worked hard as well, but there was this other level, this native confidence, that music was the land where Maki lived and Nico though a long term resident, had never really truly tasted the water.

Nico closed her eyes and stared up at the sun, inhaling warmth. She heard a wooden chair scraping off to her right. Maki. If Nico kept her eyes shut, maybe Maki would pretend she was alone and talk.

“So many people covered the Dylan Coffee Song. I’m not a big Dylan fan, although we could make it jazzy if you like it..."Java Jive" is fun and fast, but do you have that much energy, are you going to sing tonight, Nico, because…

“Yes, Nico was planning to do a duet with Maki. But not the Dylan song. How about “I Get No Kick?””

“That’s about champagne. I thought we were keeping themes.”

“It’s about things you can’t do without.” Nico opened an eyelid, Maki was sitting up, staring out into the yard, twisting a curl in her fingers.

“Rin wants us to do “Cow Bells and Coffee Beans." She offered to drop off or play the cow bell, preferably play.”

“What’s that song?”

“Henry Mancini did it on his ‘Mr. Lucky Goes Latin’ album. There’s a cat on the cover and a song called “The Dancing Cat” so it’s Rin’s new favorite thing.” Maki paused, “They were looking up coffee songs for me.”

Nico laughed, “That’s a good way to pick music. I have to meet these friends of yours. Why don’t you and Rin do a duet and then Nico will step in for a second song?”

“Really?” Maki spun to face Nico, “Rin would love that.”

“Nico makes people happy.” Nico waved a hand airily, “She’s dating Café Quarantine’s social media jitterbug, right?”

“Hanayo? Yeah, they’ve known each other forever, like kindergarten. I’m not even sure when they ‘officially’ starting dating, but by the time I met them in high school, they were unbearably adorkable.”

“Doesn’t sound unbearable. Just cute.”

Nico could hear Maki shuffling, “I guess.”

“So were they big into PDA?”

“PDA?”

“Public displays of affection?” Really, Maki didn’t even know that. And that was an ancient thing.

“Oh.” Maki settled back into the lounge, Nico guessed, “Some hand holding, I think. Nothing big. Hanayo’s shy.”

“The person inundating me with questions and requests for selfies and promotional pics is shy?!?!?!”

There was a pause, “She gets really really hyped about...K-pop, celebrities, and cute singers, and…”

“So Nico’s a cute singer, huh?”

No reply.

Nico had more energy, but not enough for that level of pushing a tease. Plus, leaning back with her eyes closed seemed to be inviting Maki to share more things. If Nico was going to push, maybe it should be about something else.

“So how’s the doctor thing going? Nico feels better.”

“I’m glad you feel better, but it’s not because I’d be any good as a doctor.”

“Maki’s smart…”

“I know that.”

“And you have a hospital right there…”

“Which means I should just take over, right, like my parents want me to, take over and spend all my time alone in big houses, or alone, hiding in a supply closet, crying from exhaustion. Or working with people who won’t tell me the truth because I’m their boss.”

“You always told Nico the truth, right? And Nico was your boss.”

“I’m different. You’re different”

It was neither modesty or bravado, Nico had noticed. Maki just stated things that she thought were true. And if she thought they were true, they must be fact.

“Money makes people careful.” Maki said. “That’s the polite version of what my father always says.”

“What’s the impolite?”

“Crawling cowards.”

Nico snorted, “That wouldn’t make any friends.”

Maki sat up, “But it does. You can say anything.”

“Not to Nico.”

“No.” Maki sighed, “And my parents respect you for that.”

“You’re avoiding Nico’s question.”

“I am.” Maki stood up, “If I’m going to duet with Rin, we’ll have to practice. I ordered lasagna for lunch, I’ll leave yours on the table.”

“Do you have Italian sauces in your veins?”

A laugh so light and cute, Nico was forced to open her eyes. Maki was glowing, the sun halo behind her head both blinding Nico and tinting the edges of Maki’s hair a deep pink that matched lips Nico might have fantasized about kissing. Once. Maybe twice.

“Maybe.” Maki winked, almost touching Nico’s chair as she walked past.

“Figures.” Nico sat up. She was hungry. Give Maki a bit of head start, at least until Nico was sure she wasn’t contagious. No more coughing Covid cuties here if Nico could help it.

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Nico had jumped into the stream from her room to say hi, but skipped singing. A low energy performance that ended in a cough would have been fun for no one. Rin and Maki had been adorable. Rin was a tiny ginger cutie with the energy of a bullet train. Nico tried to imagine how Rin and Maki ended up friends, but it was hard.

Why wonder when she could ask.

N: How did you and Lucky Cat, Jr. get to be best buds.

M: She tackled me.

N: Σ(･口･)

M: We had gym together, we were playing flag football, Rin forgot about the flags and tackled me, I dropped her in a rainwater barrel, we played desktop football during a week’s worth of detention -- I always won, no matter what Rin tells you -- and then we found out we had the same lunch.

N: So what happens if Nico tackles you.

M: ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

N: Nico was impressed you could swing “You’re The Cream In My Coffee” when your coffee’s always black.

M: I didn’t have to drink it.

N: Do you miss the coffeeshop?

M: No.

N: But you got to spend with the #1 Boss in the World, Nico.

M: My parents made me do that.

N: (T⌓T)

M: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Nico put her phone down. My parents made me do that? Is that all? Didn’t Maki miss all the effort Nico had put in to try to help her? And sure, she’d never said thank you, but Nico hadn’t gotten the impression that her less than stellar student had hated the situation. Was Nico only here because Maki felt some obligation.

There was a quiet knock on the door.

“Nico?” Nico heard sounds of Maki settling against the door. “Can we talk?”

Nico squelched her immediate “Tell Dr. Nico what's bothering you” with a quiet “Okay.”

“I...it’s not...the coffeeshop was okay, you were great, people were…” Maki paused, sounding amused and altering her voice as if quoting someone, “stoopid, but…” The door moved like Maki had pushed her back against it, “I hate schedules, I don’t want to just follow a path because it’s there, because my parents, because it’s...because the wheels lock in.”

“What do you want?”

“I don’t know.” A pause, “I’ve been liking this.”

“Nico nearly died.”

“No you didn’t. And I didn’t mean that. I’m enjoying working on music, performing...I’ve been playing the piano more than I have for years…” Maki was drumming her fingers on the door.

“Nico can't imagine you not playing; it seems so you.”

A laugh, first quietly pleased and then wry, “I don’t even really mind Hanayo harassing me to find something to wear.”

“Nico will harass you even more, if that’s what you like.”

A sigh, “But it’s not real.”

“Nico’s real, Maki’s real, why isn’t making music together real?”

“My parents…”

“Forget your parents. What does Maki want?”

A long pause, little movement.

“More.”

A/N: Decided to split this @auyeahaugust Coffeeshop AU next chapter in two so I could post this bit faster. I didn't want anyone worrying about Nico for too long ; )

#NicoMaki #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #Love Live #Cafe Quarantine #AU Yeah August

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dreams-of-valeria · 4 years

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F6 and A8 please need !!

A Christmas Chance

F6: Hopper dancing with his girl(s) in the living room

A8: Leaving town

Pairing: Jim Hopper x female reader

Warnings: Heavy themes about self-berating, low self-esteem, language.

A/N: Merry Christmas anon! It was very interesting to write this combo so thank you for that! And to be candid, the original ending wasn't very happy but since it's Christmas, miracles do happen. Hope you enjoy it!

P.S. It might have gotten a little too dramatic and philosophical so watch out for that.

Word count: 3,782

The floorboards creaked underneath their shuffling feet, smooth rock and roll in the air, and a thousand specks of light in their eyes.

You watched them from across the island counter as you sipped on the wine you'd left out the night before, as Hopper swayed El around in his arms in time with the song's beat. They were enveloped in the spirit of Christmas, warm lights and giddy excitement, as Hopper gave his adoptive daughter her first taste of the Holiday season, with a grand feast, gifts and a tree lighting, and just stepped it up a notch with an impromptu dance by the tree.

El giggled as she spun around, holding his hand as she lost herself to the music.

Even from that distance with the dim lighting and alcohol blurring your vision, you could see the bandage around her arm, and it was still stained red from that morning.

A hot lump formed in your throat, and you took a swig of wine, to ease it or make it worse, you didn't know. What you did know was that it was all your fault.

You had assumed that curse that followed you around like a black cloud had cleared when you left home, but after spending only 2 months in Hawkins, you realised it was ingrained into your substance, and there was no getting rid of it.

“Y/n!” El stumbled over to you in giggles, grasping the edge of the counter for support after twirling so much. She then held her injured arm out invitingly, and you could only stare.

It was no question El was an extremely brave and exceptional tween, and had defeated the monster that only showed up after you'd moved there. There had to be a connection. Your father lost his job the week you were born, you uncle got into that terrible car accident and although your mother made no shyness about blaming you for everything, you knew there was something dark festering in you, feeding off of everything joyous.

More recently, it had taken seed in this wonderful girl. You should never have let her out of your sight.

The bandage encircling her arm made your stomach churn, and brought tears to your eyes. But she smiled down at you a sweet smile, eyes bright and merry. She had not once even implied it was your fault, but you knew better.

“Come dance with us,” she staccatoed, pulling the dangling sleeve of Hopper's old shirt back up her wrist, only looking smaller. You swallowed the lump this time and managed a smile.

“I'm fine watching, sweetheart.” You wished to buy her clothes a girl her age would like, but it would have to be someone else.

“That's bullshit and you know it baby,” Hopper exhaled heavily, his face flushed from all the exercise. He took El's side and watched you with a cocked eyebrow.

“Hop!” El complained, staring up at him pointedly.

“What?”

“You said shit.”

“I'm sorry,” he said, hands raised in surrender before turning back to you. You realised you were smiling, like you often did at their conversations. They were heart warming, and you only liked to listen, without interfering. You were afraid of ruining things.

“Come on princess, let me take you for a spin,” he winked, resting his elbows down on the counter. El imitated his action, making you smile again.

“I'm dizzy enough, thank you,” you grinned, holding up your glass in explanation. The wine helped numb you. It was a good feeling.

“That'll just get the turkey drunk in your belly. Come on,” Hopper advanced towards you past dirty dishes from dinner that none of you cleared because Brenda Lee came calling.

“Jim, I'm fine watching, really--” You tried to reason with him, but you were no match for his strength, or his ability to turn you into a melting mess of feelings. That's what scared you the most.

You couldn't possibly fathom you could ever warm the heart of the big bad Chief of the west, certainly not enough for him to show up at the diner you worked night after night to buy you dinner at the end of your shift, but there he was. You figured he must be a true saint to put up with the likes of you, and only a month later, he had introduced you to his daughter no one else knew about, and suggested you moved in.

You took a raincheck on that offer, and let it float away entirely after whatever happened with the Lab. It was a brutal week of fighting and hiding, but it didn't matter that Hopper was smart as a whip and stayed ahead of the bad guys at all times. It didn't matter that El had superpowers. As long as you were around, trouble would always find them.

“Jim!” You gasped as he lifted you up into his arms bridal style, and you clutched onto him tightly until he dropped your feet down in the middle of the living room. Then, he stared down with those same bright eyes full of adoration as he grabbed your hand while the other closed around your waist, and you waltzed around to rock and roll like knuckleheads.

You chuckled at Jim singing all the wrong lyrics and took him in his all his glory. You watched his crows feet wrinkle everytime he smiled, the brilliant lights shining through his brown hair, and the scraggle of his beard speckled with grey and as he flashed you his trademark knee wobbling smile.

You knew he hadn't always been that way. He had suffered demons of his own, and had told you all about them only a month in. He said he felt like he had known you all his life, and that he could share anything with you. While you worked hard to share his sentiment, you couldn't get yourself to bare that part of your past. But you suspected he picked up on bits and pieces; your boyfriend was a very intelligent man.

You smiled at the word boyfriend. It made you feel like you were back in high school in the rat race up the social hierarchy ladder, or simply happy that you had a date to the dance.

But despite your obliviousness to the entire relationship, you knew deep down that what you had was concrete because of what you had gone through together. It bound you together, forcing you into his arms, and you were afraid you wouldn't have the strength to let go before you did any permanent damage.

You looked up at his face, now only a few inches away as the music changed, and he still had those soft eyes as he leaned down to peck your lips.

Only for a moment, you let yourself get overtaken with the emotion. Time was still. You were safe. You were in the arms of a man who risked his life for you. You were home.

“I love you,” Hopper whispered, and that was all it took to shatter the moment. Time unfroze again, and you no longer trusted yourself. You stumbled back out of his arms, looking between him and El as they watched you with concern.

“I just have to . . .” you panted, jerking your thumb over your shoulder at the bedroom before you excused yourself to the bathroom and locked the door behind you.

You gripped the sink and stared at yourself in the mirror, cheeks flushed and eyes frantic as you reasoned with yourself. It didn't matter that he said that. It was just one word. It didn't mean anything. It changed nothing. You had to leave.

You turned the tap open and splashed some cold water on your face, hoping to wash away any new ideas popping in your head. You couldn't entertain any of them right now. You had made up your mind already, and your packed bag sat behind the tree. You wouldn't back out. You couldn't.

Staying there wasn't worth bringing them trouble again.

“Y/n?” Hopper knocked on the door behind you, and for some reason, his voice made you burst into tears. You clamped a hand over your mouth as your sobbed quietly, tears running down your face and mixing into the water.

“You ok in there, baby?” He tried turning the knob but the lock stopped him. You took deep breaths and swallowed, laying a hand across your heart to calm yourself down.

“I'm fine!” You called, hoping the muffled reply across the door also concealed the crack in your voice. He would figure out something was up. But luckily, you were a good liar.

You wiped off any evidences that you'd been crying and splashed more water on your face before opening the door. Hopper was standing an inch outside the door as El hung off his shirt behind him, and it was clear he was trying to listen through the door. You had nothing to worry about because you had mastered the pitiable art of crying without any noise.

“I just felt a little sick that's all,” you waved your hand and made it out to be nothing, and quickly hurried El to bed before Hopper could ask the reason behind it.

You couldn't bear to look at him as he tucked El in, scheming whether to fake a headache so you could go to bed without any talking. And hopefully fall asleep before he spooned you. It was those times that made you question your decisions the most. You felt his gaze linger on your back a moment longer before he closed the door behind him, giving you some privacy. He always pushed for El to have more face time with you; he thought it could be exactly what she needed.

“Can I open my presents when I wake up?” El asked, and you found your eyes drifting to her arm again. This was who she was supposed to be, a kid whose biggest concern was what presents she would get. You smiled besides yourself and sat down next to her, brushing her hair.

“Of course.”

“Any time I wake up?” She asked, eyes lighting up again.

“As long as there's light outside, kiddo,” you tickled her side and heard her adorable giggles fill your ears. She stopped your hands by holding them in hers, and held that way.

Then, she fell quiet and fiddled with your fingers, staring at the wall behind you. You assumed she was thinking about asking you for a story, and you made it a point never to deny her that one luxury. She had missed 10 years of story telling in that torture chamber, and you were hell-bent on catching her up. Even if she was 15 already.

“Y/n?” She looked at you, eyes all guarded suddenly.

“Hm?”

“Don't go,” she whispered, momentarily gripping your hands tighter. Your breath caught in your throat, and you glanced at where she held you. Could it be she knew?

“Stay until I sleep,” she pleaded, and your shoulders shrunk in relief. You flashed her a smile and nodded, getting into bed next to her. El made room for you and then rest her head in the crook of your neck as you pulled the blankets over you, kissing her hair.

You brushed it gently as she breathed into your neck, wishing you sweet dreams.

You stared at the wall behind her.

If only that were possible.

Ever since the incident, your dreams were haunted by terrible memories and possibilities that could have ensued had it not been for a few lucky moments. Your nerves were wracked from thinking about how you could have lost both of them, in a matter of seconds.

That was when you knew you would rather they be safe than with you. The pain of them getting hurt would be much too profound than leaving them. You would learn to move on.

You sighed and pulled El closer as she breathed in soft snores. You never should have got involved in the first place. Damn Hopper and his kisses.

Like on cue, the door creaked open and his heavy footsteps followed. You closed your eyes and deepened your breath on purpose. Hopper could always tell if you were faking it. You suppressed the urge to blush at that and froze.

“Y/n?” He called softly, and you stayed quiet. You couldn't handle confrontation in such a delicate state. You would break and he would fix you. You didn't want him to. You didn't deserve him.

“You awake?” He whispered behind you, and you heard him get down to his knees. Your heart thud at the proximity, and hoped it didn't show.

“If you can hear me,” he whispered right next to your ear, knowing what that did to you. But you commanded your body not to recoil, even as his beard brushed against your shell. “I meant what I said.”

You nearly broke your stance. It sounded like he was building up to an apology about how it meant nothing and that he knew your relationship wasn't ready for it, but then he goes and does that.

“I love you, Y/n. I've loved you since the moment I laid my eyes on you. And I haven't stopped.”

You realised you had stopped breathing, awaiting his next words.

“It's alright if you don't say anything right now. I'm not going anywhere, baby,” he sighed and kissed the nape of your neck this time. You back tingled but you didn't move.

“Anyway, good night. I'll see you in the morning,” he got to his feet and laid a final kiss to your temple.

You couldn't close your eyes after that, fearful that you would fall asleep and that you would have to stay. You had to leave before Christmas, the busiest day of the year when Hopper would be busy with other work and couldn't go looking for you. Besides, you had to leave before they opened the letter you had written to them, explaining your sudden departure.

You tossed around in bed for the better part of the next couple of hours, making sure not to wake El. That was not a face you had the strength to deny. You watched her clock inch closer and closer to 2 am, and that would be when you would make your exit.

It was the time you woke up from your nightmares anyway and Hopper would be fast asleep, so it was perfect. You unwillingly watched the seconds hand tick closer to the minutes hand as it crossd the 12, wishing you'd had more time.

You stopped that train of thought before it lead to surrender-your-plans town, and slowly slipped out of bed, tucking El in again. You certainly would miss that. You would miss telling her about the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, you would miss her using her powers to sneak Eggos into her room late at night. The first night you'd spent at the cabin was terrifying because you had just gone into the kitchen for a glass of water and saw the cardboard box float past your head.

You chuckled softly at the memory, amazed that you had so many from only 8 weeks of knowing them. This had always been the plan for you; to settle down and have kids with someone you loved. You had always envisioned a white picket fence and a lush backyard, as time went on endlessly in the company of your family.

But in the real world, dreams didn't come true. Only nightmares did.

You sighed and left El with a lingering kiss, slipping past the door into the kitchen, pretending to get yourself a glass of water as you passed his room. You peeked past the curtain as you sipped from the glass, and saw his form across the bed.

But you couldn't get yourself to approach him, to kiss him one last time. Your fear of waking him outweighed your romantic fulfillment, and you had the sudden urge to cry again.

But you nipped that in the bud and threw your parka and snow boots on, grabbing the keys off the rack. Maybe you would try again after you grabbed your bag.

You crouched to your knees and felt around behind the tree, hoping for your hand to encounter the rough fabric of your duffel bag, the same one you had arrived into town with, but all it met was cold air. Your brows wrinkled as you moved the tree and stilled at the empty space illuminated by the fairy lights.

“You trying to skip town?”

You gasped and jerked, falling to the floor and scrambling to get to your feet. Your heart thud in your ears as your eyes frantically searched the dark, and found Hopper sitting on the couch by your duffel bag.

“God, you scared me,” you sighed, clutching your heart to calm down. But his face was unsettling. Streaks of agony flicked across his countenance, like the ones you'd seen shadow his face when you thought you'd lost El. More reason for you to leave.

“You know what scares me, y/n?” He asked, setting a sheet of paper down on the bag and standing to his feet. You recognised the paper immediately, and the shredded wrapping paper beside it.

The jig was up. He knew everything.

This was the exact situation you didn't want to walk into.

You stayed impassive as he approached you, towering above you with eyes of heartbreak.

“That you think you're a . . . burden to me,” he struggled to say the word, like he couldn't believe it. His form shrunk as he was overtaken by the hurt, which was exactly what you didn't want for him.

“Jim, listen to me. It's not your fault.” You let him know, but he chuckled without humor, swiping his finger under his eye. He was crying. This was another thing you didn't want.

“Are you sure? Because I must've made you feel guilty for what happened at some time.”

“You haven't,” you assured him, wanting to reach out and touch him, to comfort him, but it was not your place anymore. In your head, he was your past already.

“I just . . . don't want to bring you any more trouble,” you strained and ducked your head down, staring at his feet. The tears fell one after another, in the space between his feet and yours. Hopper stayed quiet and immobile for a long time, before he sighed and moved away, giving you the inoculum to look up.

“Then I won't stop you,” he shrugged, cheeks and nose red. And it wasn't the cold this time. You were puzzled by him for a moment, and your heart nearly shattered. As much as you spoke about getting over him, you expected a bigger fight had he known you were leaving.

“If you believe that somehow you were responsible for everything bad that happened to us, leave,” he taunted, handing you the duffel bag. You could feel your insides come apart at the seams.

“But,” Hopper sighed, shifting his weight so his eyes looked directly into yours. “Let me remind you that you are the reason I don't feel lonely anymore. You give me faith that I can do this. That El finally has a shot at a family. That after everything that happened with-with . . . Sarah, I could finally have a fresh start. With El. And with you.”

You stared at him as more tears fell, this time from disbelief.

“But if you're only gonna blame yourself for the bad parts, I can't let you leave, Y/n.” He sniffled, shifting again. “I used to feel like you too, you know? I used to feel like this . . . black hole that sucked everything good and left destruction in my wake. But after El, after you, I don't feel empty anymore, Y/n. For the first time in a long time, I feel complete. A family is everything I could have ever asked for, and now I have another shot at it. So does El. So do you. It's a second chance for all of us, baby.” he sighed again, and moved to lean against the island counter. Your eyes followed every one of his movements, his words giving you strength.

“All I'm saying is, give me a chance.” Hopper shrugged and watched you, awaiting your move. It took you a few seconds to unlock from that position his monologue had captured you in. You had seen this coming, in the event that you'd been caught. You promised yourself you would stay true to yourself and the decision you had made in everyone's interest.

You had to leave.

With the rest of your poor resolve, you dragged yourself over to the couch and slung the heavy bag over you shoulder, bracing yourself for the cold outside that door. It was for everyone's best.

Right?

You looked over your shoulder at Hopper, and your stomach clenched at how devastated he looked. But in his weary eyes and trembling lips, you could see how much you meant to him, and that he really believed everything he said.

You lay your foot forward towards the door, turning away the thoughts of a choice. You were at a crossroads.

But every step you took away from him made your insides shrink lower and lower, almost as if they were pooling together to keep you grounded. This was wrong, you could feel it.

But how could something right feel so wrong?

You glanced once more at him, and at El's door. And then suddenly, something inside you snapped.

You couldn't explain it. It was like a band of constriction around your chest had finally given way, and you could suddenly see clearly.

“Will you promise to give me a chance too?”

Hopper jerked his head up to you, like he wasn't expecting anything other than the closing of a door. And then he listened, really listened to your words.

And then he crossed the room in two long strides and took your face in his hands, and met your lips with his.

It might as well have been the first time you'd met, when you'd agreed to go out with him, and he'd captured you in a kiss that would seal your future. You knew better than to question the way things worked. And if you were the cause for all things bad, you would fight it. As a family.

In the end, maybe you didn't get your picket fence, but you got something much more valuable.

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mojofun · 4 years

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Good Friends Will Be Stupid Together (Chris Evans x OC)

Hello people; this is an entry for another writing chllenge I participated in. The prompt was “Good friends don’t let you do stupid things together”; let’s see how the king of dorks and OC handle the tension. I wanted to tag @lebakedbeaute and, also, give a shoutout to @kitkatd7 for the many funny and wonderful prompts in this challenge. I hope you enjoy this story 😊

Warnings: gets a little cheeky in the end, but nothing graphic

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Emerson groaned, bringing a hand to her head when it throbbed painfully. Blurred memories all came back in full force, making her feel dizzy; she fell back on the pillow with a huff.

All of a sudden the lights came on; she covered her eyes with her hands, hissing in pain

<<Sorry babe, but I couldn’t see anything>>

That voice.

Once a sign she was dreaming, now straight from her nightmares. As soon as the blaring lights grew dimmer, she removed her protection and blinked to focus on the indistinct figure that stood by the door. It took her a while, but she could eventually distinguish the unkempt blond hair and his omnipresent smile that made her insides flip.

Damn, she thought. Of course, I had to make a fool of myself in front of him

She slapped herself mentally a thousand times

<<How are you feeling, Em?>> His thick accent made the butterflies in her stomach stir to life, though in her conditions it was remarkably similar to the need of throwing up that she was adamantly suppressing

I’m not about to make this situation even worse

<<Like I ran into a train head-on>>

He chuckled lightly, handing her a glass of water and something fizzy

<<What’s that?>>

<<Drink it, it will make you feel better>>

<<But->>

<<Just drink it>>

<<Oh, right, I forgot I was talking with the king of hangovers>>

The man cackled again

<<Snarky even after a whole night spent drinking; you’re something else, babe>>

<<Stop calling me that>> She muttered, forcing a sip of the concoction down her throat; it made her stomach even more upset, but she held on to the last sliver of her dignity

<<No can do, babe>> He took the glass from her and set it on the bedside table. Then, he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead and walked to the door <<Sleep Em, you need it. Goodni->>

<<Good morning, rather>>

<<Whatever, talk to you later>>

<<Sure. Thanks, Chris>>

Once left to her own devices, Emerson felt her head buzz with an unhealthy amount of thinking for someone so hungover as her.

It was nothing new, though- the thinking part.

The drinking had been for a while her last resort into the most lethal curse known to humanity: unrequited feelings.

You drama queen

Shut up brain. Why are you so active now when you can’t function properly around him?

That snarky comeback was enough to shut up her subconscious, but she kept thinking hard.

Chris had been her best friend for years, and she always had a crush on him. Nothing unmanageable, but it was there.

The problems began a few months earlier when he asked her to accompany him to a family event- not as a date, her mind reminded her.

Emerson sighed, skimming through the memories with a wistful smile: he’d been so caring, so damn sweet that night, holding doors and even giving her his jacket when they left. It had been such a damn perfect evening that she’s almost leaned in to kiss him when they reached her apartment.

To this day, she thanked whatever guardian angel stopped her, though a part of her wanted to know what he tasted like, what it would feel like to be in his strong arms as their lips met

<<Fuck>> She groaned, sinking even deeper in the pillows- wait, pillows?

Yes, there was definitely more than one

Chris really thought of everything, damn him; as if I’m not in love enough already

Sleep came sooner than she hoped, and she was immensely grateful for that: it was the only time her mind let her enjoy some peace and quiet.

Outside the door Chris leaned against the wall, sighing deeply. The major crush he’d developed on his best friend was anything but good.

He cursed himself daily for being such a fool, but there was nothing he could do: Emerson was just too beautiful, too funny, too sweet, too… Too perfect.

He sighed again; he needed to learn how to live knowing he’d only ever be her best friend.

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<<Good morning, princess>>

Chris’s way-too-cheerful voice greeted her the next morning when she finally emerged from her bedroom

<<Hi>>

<<How are you?>>

<<Good, thanks; the headache passed>>

<<Awesome. Want some breakfast?>> <<N->> <<I made pancakes>>

The woman stilled, brushing her black hair out of her face, fixing her caramel eyes on him with a pout <<Damn you>>

<<You know you love me, princess>> He joked, pulling the chair out for her. When she was seated, he handed her a tall stack of pancakes with an insane amount of syrup, just the way she liked them

You don’t even know how true that is, Chris

<<Thank you>>

<<You’re welcome>>

The small smile he gave her was enough to make her blush.

He let her eat in peace, going as far as to bring her a glass of orange juice directly at the table. When she was done though, he became serious

<<Emerson?>>

She flinched

I know that tone: dad-Chris-mode is on

She fidgeted with the hem of her t-shirt- not hers; she’d… Commandeered it from the blond a while earlier. He didn’t know, of course, but he didn’t seem to mind.

The knowledge that he’d changed her made her cheeks even redder, but she said nothing about it

<<Yes?>>

<<Can we talk?>>

<<Sure; you know you don’t need to ask me>>

<<Actually, this is about you>>

I knew it

<<Uh, ok. What’s up?>>

His gaze grew stern, his lips no longer curled in a smile

<<I’ve been meaning to talk to you for a while, Em. You’ve been acting… Weird, for a while now>>

Oh fuck

<<Weird? What do you mean? I’m always weird>>

Those words forced a smile on his lips; it was small, but it was something, and it brought a smile on her face too

<<Yes, but you’re a nice weird, wonderful even>>

Stop it, you dork

<<Recently though, it’s been more of a bad weird>>

<<Bad? In what way?>>

As if you don’t know, her brain reprimanded her. You’ve been humiliating yourself even more than you normally do, and that’s saying something

Shut up

Chris’s baby blue eyes stared at her gravely

<<Do you remember almost leaving the club with that guy yesterday night?>>

His tone was displeased, and she knew she deserved. Guilt ate at her, but back then it had been the only way she found to cope with everything

<<Yeah, I do>>

<<He could have hurt you, Emerson. You didn’t know him>>

<<I’m aware of that. By the way, thanks for saving me>>

Another small smile appeared on his gorgeous face

<<Good friends don’t let you do stupid things>>

She laughed

<<Really? I thought that’s all we do together>>

He joined her laughter, reclining back on the couch; seeing his arm inevitably reach out to touch whatever was next to him, just like he always did, made her grin fondly

Damn you, dork; how are you so adorable?

<<That may be true, but Em>> He became serious again <<I’m worried about you. Why would you do something like that? It’s so unlike you>>

<<I… I don’t want to talk about it>>

<<Em, please. You->>

<<I said I don’t want to!>> The young woman barked, looking away the moment she saw confusion and hurt on his face <<Please. I don’t want to>>

<<Babe, you’re making me worry>>

<<You don’t need to. It’s my fault, I’m the one who’s been stupid enough to->> She barely caught herself in time <<Never mind>>

<<Dammit, Emerson>> Chris pleaded, standing up from the couch and kneeling in front of her <<Talk to me; you know you can tell me anything>>

Seeing him like that cut her breath short; her brain galloped miles per minute, transporting the kneeling man into an entirely different universe in her imagination…

She cringed, gritting her teeth and stomping her foot

<<Em! What’s wrong? Are you hurt?>>

The female stopped moving, staring into his azure eyes that held so much more affection than she felt she deserved, and yet…, It was not the kind of affection she wanted

Ever the selfish fiend, her subconscious cried out.

Her restraint was dangerously close to snapping.

As soon as their eyes met again, she gave in ad cradled his face with her hands

<<Babe, what->> He couldn’t finish that sentence because she pressed her lips against his; while her eyes closed, his stayed wide open.

It only lasted for a moment, but she relished it. However, seeing him so taken aback when she opened her eyes again made realisation dawn on her, and she felt a wave of embarrassment wash over her immediately

<<Fuck. Chris, I- Fuck. Excuse me>> She stood up so fast that he almost toppled over and she ran past him, headed toward the door.

At that moment, he realised what was going on. She liked him, and she thought he didn’t reciprocate: that’s why she’d been so strange as of late.

He had to stop her

<<Emerson, get back here>>

She ignored him

<<For crying out loud Emerson, come back now!>>

A hand slammed on the door before she could open it, while a muscled arm wrapped around her waist

<<Let me g->>

His lips on hers interrupted her speech; this time her eyes were blown wide, while the man closed his to better enjoy the sensations the kiss gave him. Finally, after a while, he pulled away; she blinked at him in puzzlement

<<What…>>

<<As I said before, good friends don’t let you do stupid things. Well, not alone>>

That reply made her laugh, and he held her tight while she shook her head in amusement. He guided her to the couch, wrapping his arms around her when she sat down

<<Em?>>

<<Yes?>>

<<Did you… Did you mean it?>>

<<The kiss? Yes, honey; it was probably the stupidest thing I’ve ever done->> Chris snorted, earning himself a swat on the chest as they laughed <<But I meant it completely. Luckily, good friends don’t let you do stupid things alone>>

The blonde snickered and pecked her lips

<<Is that all we are? Good friends?>>

<<I still want to be your best friend, Chris, but I wouldn’t be opposed to, let’s say, exploring other dimensions to or relationship as well>>

<<When you put it that way…>>

He leaned closer to her.

Finally, both of them closed their eyes to fully enjoy the kiss.

Putting themselves out there might actually be the stupidest thing they’d ever done, but they were grateful it happened; so grateful.

--------------- Extra -----------------

<<Chris?>> Emerson called

<<Yes, princess?>>

<<Can we, you know… Do more stupid things together?>>

The blond actor cackled: seeing her like that only made her more adorable in his eyes. He pecked his cheek while she ran her hands on his chest

<<More stupid things…

As in a greater number or, you know… Sillier than this?>>

She beamed at him, chortling softly at her dumb joke. Then, her expression changed. The salacious smirk on her plump lips cut his breath short. She grabbed him by the shirt and whispered, pulling him closer

<<I was thinking you, actually>>

The last thing the blond actor remembered was picking her up and hurrying down the corridor in a flurry of clothes.

The TV show they planned on watching would have to wait.

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