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yanderederee · 7 months

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SickDay

April 24th, 2004

a/n: THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG PLEASE I DONT CARE IF ITS GOOD JUST TAKE IT PLEASE😩

before … › here! › next…

-almost direct continuation of I’m Rooting for You!-

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Midnight

After running away from the scene of the brawl yesterday night, you were a little nervous watching your back on the way home. Actually, it was kind of a long way from home.

Unfamiliar with the paths before you, you think to yourself if it’d be a good idea to wait for Baji or Chifuyu to walk you home. It might have been a good idea, but recalling the sequence of events just moments ago, you felt it may be too embarrassing to face them so soon.

Your face began to warm up, which was pleasant against the unsuspecting cold night that was tonight.

Remembering just a few minutes ago, you vividly recall Baji’s pitch black locks falling in frame around his face. You remembers how close you’d gotten to his lips. How you expressed your admiration on the way he fought.

Unable to stop yourself from reminiscing further, you daydreamed of his powerful punches sending his opponent flying feet away.

Couldn’t stop but recall all the similar warning gestures he’s since mirrored. Sticking up for you when spoke badly of you… pretending to be your boyfriend in public to keep flirtatious men away from you…

Baji was subject to protecting you no matter the circumstance.

The thought of being someone’s first priority almost brought tears to your eyes.

And suddenly, a sneeze ripped through your respiratory system.

Ah shit.

Luck really was not on your side tonight. It was dark out, really, dark out. The damn cold weather bit you into an unbearable chill, body already under a decent amount of stress with school starting up, mind being preoccupied with worrying about Baji, and realizing now, you’re damn lost.

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April25th,Morning

Toman won the fight that happened the night before, yet Baji felt none of the winners savory taste.

He was more concerned with how he would have to greet you when you came in for class.

Would you wave at him and ask him about how Sango spent her evening?

Or would you politely smile and ignore him, widening the space between you til nothing, not even relationship between Tutor and Student exist?

While there was no hope for it, a very small part of Baji was hopeful that maybe, just maybe, you would bring up the reason for the almost kiss you two shared.

It was bugging him all day.

That kiss— the almost kiss. He couldn’t stop thinking about it.

The warmth of your breath, how soft the palms of your hand felt against his cheeks.

—- the twinkle of excitement in your eye.

He remembered every little bit of that moment.

So, coming into class, he was unusually giddy. Even with bruising and other reckless cuts, Baji felt like he was glowing. Victorious after battle, about to show off the efforts of battle to the girl he literally can’t stop thinking about.

Even after coming in extra early to beat you to class, he was shocked to notice you never came in.

The bell rang, and the only seat of the classroom empty was yours.

His blood ran cold with the worst case scenario.

After the scene that happened last night, you were bound to be the face and talk of town.

He felt so fucking stupid.

He would come rushing to your protection without even the drop of a pen—faster than a pen could fall to the ground—would he have eliminated the dangers baring themselves at you.

But when you were out of sight?

How could he know? And now, with you gone from class, static rang loud in his ears.

In an attempt to remain diligent, he pushed the thoughts down. You were smart. You always proved yourself capable one way or another. Maybe you were just a little late? Everyone is human, after all.

First block passes,

then second.

There was no sight of you, and Baji couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’m callin it early,” Baji grunted, very grumpy, gathered his bag. “Woah, wait a sec there, where’s the fire?” Ryusei asked.

Baji glared at him. “Don’t play dumb, I ain’t in the mood for your damn jokes today.”

Ryusei immediately slapped a hand over his mouth to hold back a laugh and any further comments.

“What’s wrong?” Chifuyu rose a brow, worried.

“None of your damn business!” Baji bit back, storming out of class during intermission.

“It’s cause his girlfriend isn’t in class,” Ryusei nudged Chifuyu, still confused.

“But yesterday, she had no idea what kind of life Baji was leading.. she’s bound to have questions.” Ryusei hummed. “Probably why she isn’t here right now. To give herself some time to process it all.”

“I guess’so.. is it a good idea for him to go see her then, though?” Chifuyu asked with nerves. “Leave them be,” Ryusei waved off, yawning. “The captain’s instinct are usually right on the nose, I’m sure it’ll be okay.”

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Your home was so quiet.

It was always so quiet.

No one was ever home, besides when it was inconvenient for you. So of course, whenever you became sick, they were never there.

When you woke up at 9am, to banging at your door, it’s abrupt and disorienting. God, why was it so bright?

That’s right. School. You’re not there, you realize. You don’t usually sleep in this late, so deeply.

“Just go away,” you groaned, realizing just how awful you feel. “Can’t do this right now.”

But the banging never stopped.

Begrudgingly, you groaned again and started your way to the front door. You didn’t get very far before a thick wave of dizziness hit you. You rammed your body right into the wall, legs supporting you only as best they could while your head spiraled in pain.

The banging never fucking stopped.

“Shut up!” You yelled, overwhelmed. And correctly, you were met with silence. You sighed, relieved. Once you had gathered your bearings, you pulled your feet forward and began for the front door again.

Face to chest, you’re met with a wall of person when you open the door. Too close, you thought before stepping back and looking up at none other than Baji Keisuke.

“Baji? Why aren’t you at school?” you scolded first, a little harshly. You’d forgotten all about your fever for a moment.

Yet he didn’t answer your question.

“I should be asking you that, dumbass.” He said as though he were relieved, if only for a moment.

You were safe, at home.

“You weren’t in class. You’re no good at taking care of yourself, got worried you didn’t make it home safe…’s all.” He shrugged, your vulnerability making him more honest. You chuckled, “I can take care of myself just fine,” closing your eyes for a few moments, a slim moment of peace, before suddenly you felt like air.

“H-hey!” Baji whistled when he caught you from stumbling to the floor. “What kind of joke is that?” Baji yelled at you, though it had small reminiscence of laughter.

Your head rolled around a few times before you could see straight. “Hey, focus. … at me… h-“ you heard him talk, but your head just wouldn’t stop spinning. Rolling, tumbling, your head throbbed.

Baji chose to bite his tongue and simply pull you up into his arms, looking around to realize the house was so still. So cold, with poor ventilation. He quickly makes yourself comfortable on the couch in the room over.

“Don’t try to get up, got that?” He asked you, attempting to gauge your awareness. You hummed, eyes lulling shut and open slowly. “Tired…” you mumbled, shivering toward him, the only heat among the dead wood around you.

It broke Baji’s heart, seeing you so cold, sick, sweaty, tired and overworked. “Stay there, I’m gonna grab some blankets, okay?” He asked once more. Softly, you open your eyes, blinking a few times before he could tell your vision came into focus.

Baji shrieked at the way you looked at him, So sad.

“Come back,” you said softly.

He had absolutely no idea what to do in that moment. Baji’s heart broke at just how bottomlessly sad your gaze was.

So void and lonely, you were finally being comforted at your weakest, by none other than Baji—hair wild and disheveled, sharp eyes making eye contact with you.

He had to be responsible, for your sake. As tempting as it would be to pull you in close and keep you warm directly, he knew the right thing to do now would be to engulf you in blankets, and medicate you.

Baji patted your hand before standing up. “Ain’t listening to the words of’a sick person. No more talking, get some rest.” He looked you over once more, “I’ll be back.”

Making swift work of your home, he searched the closets for spare bedding or blankets. Baji soon found what he was looking for. He took all that he could hold, which was at least four blankets worth, and hoisted them to the living room. The kotatsu blanket’s thickness helped make a good base for a pull-out-couch type of setting.

Keisuke looked over at you, asleep and shivering with only a throw blanket around your shoulders. “C’mere,” Baji caught your attention, trying to get you to get up. Wordlessly, you pull your arms up, motioning for him to lift you. How shameless, he chuckled.

You definitely didn’t have a filter at this point. He answered your silent plea by scooping one arm under your bent knees, and the other under your arms to lift you with ease.

Going to lay you down among the laid out bedding, he’s stuck, he realizes when you aren’t letting him go. “Y-y/n, hey,” Baji tried shaking you off, only to realize you weren’t interested in listening; glossy eyes were instead tracing his features, much to his embarrassment. “What?” He asked.

“Warm..” you mumbled, seemingly ready to drift back off to sleep at any moment.

Baji cleared his throat, attempting to pull you off him. “Hang tight, there’s plenty of bedding here to warm you up, so-“ he tried using rational reasoning, but you mearly groaned at such a notion.

Baji rolled his eyes at how childish you were acting, yet it brought a smile to his face all the same. “Yeah yeah, just stay here.” He said, finally managing to loosen your grip around him and tuck you into the plush below.

“You’re so pretty,” you whispered, clearly delirious. Oh boy, your honesty was killing him. Literally, he felt as though his heart was beating out from his chest. “What?” He asked again.

“It’s silly, I couldn’t stop thinking about just how pretty I thought you were up close, yet you were like a beast when you were fighting.” You laughed dully. “It just.. made me so happy, seeing you actually enjoy yourself like that.”

Baji’s heart fluttered at your words, taking all that he wanted say away from him. Silence broke through the house once more, and by the time Baji found the words he wanted to say, you were dead asleep. Didn’t take much.

Deciding to put the words in his back pocket for later examination, instead spending his time getting to work. While you were cooking in your own body heat under a mass of blankets, fighting off the cold, Keisuke racked his brain on what he could do.

First thing first, you needed medicine.

Right.

Where did you keep the medicine?

He felt no shame raking through the multiple medicine cabinets you (or rather, your parents) had, staking that there wasn’t anything worthy to hide anyway.

And while most would consider Keisuke a failure in the kitchen (he is), he did have the basic skill sets to make a (bland) miso soup, and rice. Warm broth for your throat, and something with substance to fill your stomach. Any strong flavors were sure to make you hurl, he made a half-added excuse for his poor culinary skills.

On a corner table nearby, Baji left a dose of medicine for you, as well as a cold glass of water. He had to make sure you were properly hydrated too. While the rice and soup were simmering, he made quick work to liven up the depressing living area. Opening up the Always closed curtains, he also cracked a window to let in little bits of fresh air.

Making use of a randomly found humidifier, he also made sure to find space to plug that in. Keisuke actually felt kind of proud, after going through a mental check-list of what he should do next.

Checking on you didn’t seem like a bad idea. Shuffling closer, he found you peacefully asleep, though he could Hear the congestion you’d built up.

Definitely going to need some tissues.

Before he ventured for those too, he took a moment to admire your own features. A smile crept up on him again. For some reason, he felt like he can hear your giggles echoing through the empty house. You’re usual jabs when pointing out a mistake he made, or how you’d snicker and gossip with his mom when he was in the other room.

More and more, he imagined you in every scenario, smiling and by his side. Keisuke chuckled when he finally brought himself back to reality, opting to grab those tissues he forgot to bring before. And just as he made it back again, he was greeted with your sat up posture.

“Sup sleepyhead,” Baji called out low, tapping the packaging of the tissues into your lap. “B-Baji?! W-when d-“ but before you could conjure anything more, a fit of coughs ripped out of your chest, heaving you forward to cover your mouth. “Don’t worry about the details, just stay put.” Baji waved off your shocked expression.

With the rice and soup ready, he quickly made a bowl of each and presented them to you on a dinner tray your parents had plenty of. “Get some of that gross stuff out of your system, you sound like an old hag.” He chuckled at your offended gasp. But he was right, congested and backed up as your sinuses were. “I-I’ll be right back!” You mumbled before taking the tissue with you to the bathroom, opting to help clear your nose and throat in private.

After washing your hands, you waddled back into the living room; dizzy, disheveled, and red nosed. “I feel awful…” you admitted in a dragged out tone. “You look awful.” he snickered back, earning a swift jab along his neatly parted hair. “Asshole,” you rolled your eyes, and sat back in your plush fort.

“These for me?”

You asked, pointing to the soup and rice.

“No, I got snacky and decided to raid your fridge. Of corse they’re for you dummy.”

You giggled at him and nodded, looking over the dishes in delight. “Thanks.. I’m starving.” You admitted before going in for the rice immediately. He watched patiently as you ate, properly and slow. Taking half-spoon-fulls rice, you gently dunk the spoon into the bland soup to eat both in one bite. “If you don’t mind, could you check the pantry for the dried konbu? I like my soup with some extra.”

Usually for these kinds of requests, you wouldn’t even bother asking Keisuke to do this for you. But seeing him now, doting and attentive, you almost felt obligated to make the most of it. “I saw some, just a sec.” He nodded, before hoisting himself back up and into the kitchen. True to his word, he brought back your requested item. “Want any more, rice or soup?” He asked, holding out his hand for the bowl. “Soup please, thank you.” You smiled warmly at him. He smiled back.

Once your finished the food, he took the dishes and washed them in your sink. He was much more used to house chores than he let on. Thanks Ryoko! “There’s some medicine on the table over there, make sure to take it!” Baji yelled from the other room.

“You’re so domestic, I could get used to seeing this side of you,” you chuckled upon his return, medicine taken and water cup empty.

“Blah blah, don’t get used to it,” he pinched your nose, unexpectedly making you sneeze a few seconds after. Quick for the tissue again, you glared at him, who only laughed.

“You feeling any better?” He asked, noticing your form shriveling back into the covers. “Mmhm,” you nodded, but your downcast eyes made him think otherwise. “Fever doesn’t seem to have broke yet,” he observed, pressing the back of his finger tips to your cheek, hot and pulsating. “Hang tight, I’ll get you a cold rag.”

Keisuke seemed to fret over all he could. It was touching. Feeling airy again, you shuffled deeper into the blankets, yawning. “Still sleepy? That’s fine, get lots of rest.” Baji returned, bowl of water and rag in hand. “Sure,” you nodded, waiting for him to hand you the rag.

But rather than, he rung the rag of eccess water, and reached over to put the cloth over your forehead for you.

And fuuuuuuuuck, Did it feel like heaven. You moaned innocently, it’s sudden coldness made you feel so at ease.

“Well, I guess you got it from here,” Baji mumbled, looking over the living room he’d set you up in to see if he could do anything further. “Take the next dose of medicine in the next, uh.. two hours? Or was it four… shit,” he grumbled, opting to check the box for the seventh time.

“What time is it?” You asked, eyes too blurry to read the time.

“Just a little past one o’clock.” He answered, laying the next dose of medicine by your refilled water glass.

“You got plans?” You asked, sniffling.

“Well, I already walked out of class, so I’ll probably ditch the rest of the day n’ hang out with Mikey.” Baji answered honestly.

You kept silent for a little while. “If.. you want, I have a bunch of good scary movies we could put on the tv.” You suggested softly.

“But you’ve already done a lot for me today, so don’t feel like you have to or anything,” you added, slowly feeling yourself sinking into the excuse pit the average people-pleaser would.

You couldn’t lie, it was pretty painful having to take care of yourself when you were sick. Often neglecting meals, since nothing sounded digestible. Or opting to stay in bed because grabbing medicine was too much work.

“Thanks for coming to check on me.. it really means a lot for you to have gone out of your way for me like this…”

Baji’s heart stopped when he heard you say that. The smile you added on to the sentence making him feel all the more proud. Sporting a blush of his own, he dropped his bag and settled in.

“What kind of movies we talkin here?”

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crabonfire · 2 years

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Mercs when your sick :(

warnings: none!!

characters: all mercenaries

note: sorry if these sicknesses r badly described,,usually whenever I get sick my Asian household gives me a cup of tea to drink and oil to rub on my stomach to feel better...and it works? so I'm not very into how Americans or other people do it 😭😭

♡Scout♡

• usually, you and him would have breakfast together so you'd have time with each other before matches start. So when he waits for you to wake up and notices your still in your room, he gets a bit worried.

• he'll knock on your door waiting for an answer. When he doesn't get one, he'll force himself in. did you die??? are u good

• then when he notices your stuffy nose and irritated expression, he goes full on panic mode.

• he's never had to care for sick people before...uhh...

• "Shit, you don't look too good Y/N...uhhh fuck-"

• asks you what's wrong, lists every little thing you say and runs off to medic.

• "Ah, a common fever, a cold, nausea...alright. Just make zhem drink zhis before zhey eat anything. If zhey start to experience headaches too, give zhem zhese."

"Thanks doc, I mean it."

• he runs back to you and starts explaining, "UH so uh...the doctor said-"

• insert really poorly explained explanation

• after he's done that, he will stay by your side all the damn time until you feel better.

• "You uh...ya feelin' any better toots? ya need anything? Water? No? Okay, just checkin'."

• after he realises your okay, just a bit under the weather, he pretends like he wasn't worried as hell. But it's pretty obvious, I mean the man is clinging on to you and cuddling you in bed. The way he's holding you feels like if he let's go his whole entire world will collapse, man is he clingy.

• after a few, if your still sick he'll beg you to get better. Why? he can't kiss you. if he kisses you, he'll get sick too. He said "What? I can't kiss you??? Why not...I don't mind being sick with you." But also "...wait but if I'm sick then who's gonna take care of you?? Goddammit!"

• he will pepper your face with kisses all over your body, just not receiving any back. Will try to make soup for you and does a surprisingly decent job. Will MURDER anybody who even thinks of bothering you.

• "Get well soon okay? I miss not being able to make out with you. Its weird...but also I just don't like seein' ya sick. so get well soon okay? and-ask me for anything. Let big strong scout take care of you, got it?"

scout make out with me challenge

♡Soldier♡

• he's the first to wake up at 5 in the freakin morning and wakes everybody else up by yelling into their doors. he always goes last with you though, letting you get that 5 minutes of extra sleep.

• when he does get to your door, he knocks slightly less aggressive than with the others. "WAKE UP CADET! WE HAVE A FULL DAY AHEAD OF US. ITS TIME TO WAKE UP!"

• you groan loudly and wake up, stepping to the door. He's quite confused to be greeted by you, yet you have a stuffy red nose and you look like you slept in a dump. Oh boy, what happened?

• "CADET, YOU LOOK DREADFUL! WHAT HAPPENED? DID YOU GET ATTACKED LAST NIGHT?! TELL ME WHICH PERPETRATOR DID THIS TO YOU. I WILL HUNT THEM DOWN AND MAKE SURE THEY GO THROUGH THE ROUGHEST AND RUTHLESS TORTURE ANY MAN HAS TO EVER ENDURE."

"Solly, I think I'm sick- sneeze oh there it is sniff."

"SICK?! NOOOOOOOOO-"

• he's super dramatic about it, even more than you thought.

• carries you bridal style and runs off to Medic's medbay before Medic is even in there. He places you onto the patient bed and runs off to get Medic.

• "Soldier, did jou really have to barge into my room? I was very busy in zhe bathroom!"

"YES! IT WAS MANDATORY. NOW CURE THEM!"

"I'm afraid that's not how it works, but I will do my best."

• will not let you leave your room, he stands guard infront of your door to make sure nobody even dares to step foot near it.

• he checks in on you a lot, asks Engineer to make you some soup.

• "ARE YOU ALRIGHT NOW CADET? DO YOU NEED ASSISTANCE? NO? OKAY."

• once he's sure nobody is going to bother you, he's holding you tightly and making sure you feel comfortable. it's surprisingly quiet but he doesn't want to irritate your head, from time to time he will ask how your feeling and if he needs to get more soup or medication.

• he will be very wary of you now, after you get better he will inspect what you eat and how you feel so that you don't get sick anymore.

• "WE NEED TO CHECK FOR THE GERMS IN THAT. WHAT IF IT HAS RABIES!?!? NO, I WILL EAT THAT FIRST TO CHECK."

•assure him your okay please, he will not stop this for weeks.

solly?!?!??! faints

♡Pyro♡

• you and him cannot be separated. even in matches, so when you come back looking sick he's very very worried.

• "hhudda hhuuddhaa mmddhh??" (Are you okay??)

" sniff I'm feeling a bit sick, now that you mention it."

"HHUDYDA?!?!??!" (SICK?!?!?!!)

• doesn't know what to do but first thing he does is lock you in your room, then running off to engie for help.

• " SNIFHG HENGHEE!! HHUDA HHDYYDA HUHDA HHAHD MMFHA HUDDHA HHUDA HHFHUDA HHUDA HMMH :(" ( sniff ENGIE!! Y/N IS SICK AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO :( )

"Woah easy there buddy! Calm down-calm down. Hmm..oh! We could make some soup for them? Soup helps with sickness usually. Would you like if I made them some soup?"

" HHHUDA!! :D" (YEA!! :D)

"Great, I'll start workin' on it. You go ask Medic for some medicine."

• as soon as engie says that he will RUN GALLOP FUCKING FLY OVER TO THE MEDBAY.

"Ah, hello pyro-AH-"

Pyro has both his hands on medic's shoulders, shaking him aggressively.

"HUDDHA MMFHA HUDDAHHA MHHEHUDA HHUDA MHHEEDS HHHEM!" (GIVE ME SOME MEDICINE Y/N NEEDS THEM!)

"PYRO VHAT ZHE FUCK I CANT UNDERSTAND YOU-"

• Engie overhears this and stops his cooking to give Pyro a lecture on why you should not yell and grasp your hands while you shake them aggressively, begging them for medicine. He understands and apologises, as Medic huffs and gives him the medication you need.

• when he finally unlocks the room he has a bowl of nice warm cream soup for you. He sets it aside on the table by your bed as he runs back out to get your assorted medication.

• he will spend the entire day with you, drawing cute pictures of you together and writing get well soon notes non stop.

• if your not well by tomorrow or stay sick for longer, he will leave you sweet messages while he's out on the battle field.

"Get well soon sunshine :) -pyro"

"I miss you!!! -yours truly"

"I just set 3 people on fire and all I could think about was you, love you. -pyro"

also ppl infantilize him a lot when I think he'd be a very corny partner, pyro my beloved.

♡Demoman♡

• You usually come by to check up on him every night to see if he's drinking too much or getting into trouble. Sometimes he'd get super drunk on purpose just for you to take care of him.

• but your not there, in fact now that he thinks about it he hasn't seen you all day. hmm...u good?

• he goes over to your room, half sober and notices your slumped body on the table. Your asleep? But you seem annoyed. He notices how red your face is, and presses the back of his palm gently on your forehead. My god, your burning up!

• he's been taking care of his mother for a long time, so of course he knows how to take care of an ill person.

• he'll gently carry you and place you onto your bed, then get a cold wash cloth. if you wake up in the process, he will greet you softly. this man may be half drunk right now, but he knows when he needs to sober up!

"Hiya lassie, ye slept on the bloody desk and I can tell yer burnin up! Stay in bed for a bit for me, ok?"

• he will give you a kiss on your forehead, before heading off to your bathroom and preparing you a lukewarm bath. while you both wait for the water to fill the tub, he sits on the side of the bed, placing the cool wash cloth on your forehead.

• "Heh, how could ye get sick like this? Ye must've not been takin' care of yerself eh? No worries, I'm here."

• he makes sure your super comfortable, even refusing for you to walk as he carries you into the bath. letting you undress, he waits by the tub to make sure everything feels right.

the waters not too cold right? it shouldn't be, it should be lukewarm. do you want a sponge bath instead? No? okay. that's fine.

• once you get out of the bath, he gives you everything you need. Getting you light clothing, even making you a cool drink to rid of your fever. He won't stay in bed with you, because he doesn't want to crowd your sickness. But once he knows your asleep, he will smile and leave you alone.

• if your still sick by tomorrow? he will try extra hard to make sure your feeling better, anything you want he will get. After you do feel better, he will take you out to a fancy dinner. ( some ppl keep forgetting tav is rich and I find that so funny tbh) and treat you the entire day, giving you a free day as a treat for you.

man I love tav sm

♡Heavy♡

• you two were having lunch together after a long match, you were absolutely killing it on the battlefield! though you made the mistake of not showering right after the match, making your body become drenched in sweat.

• "Ah...ACHOO!"

"...Y/N...are you ill?"

"Nah...probably just got something caught in my -ACHOO!"

• oh no!! you got a cold :(

• he gets a bit worried, but he has taken care of his entire family once when they were sick, so this is no problem.

• does not let you out of your room.

• makes you tea with some honey, and prepares you some delicious chicken noodle soup!! the best soup for colds :)

• will stay in your room with you for the day, asking you every couple of minutes if your okay. though he knows rest is important when in a cold, so he usually just stays quiet reading in your desk while he makes sure you don't wake up in the middle of the night or anything similar to that.

• honestly like...like super duper strict yet he's so sweet. if cold gets worse, he will get some medicine from Medic. Some to soothe a sore throat, some to clear a stuffy nose, all that jazz.

• "lisichka, are you feeling better? if not, Heavy is always here to help. please do not be shy to ask."

• makes sure nobody bothers you, if anybody comes to knock on your door at night all he will do is glare at them and shush them. "No, They are sick. If you do not stop bothering them I will rip your tiny head from tiny body. understand?"

• not much to say other than the fact he's not leaving your side for the day. he makes sure your 100% back in tip top shape before he even THINKS of leaving you alone while your sick.

• if you don't get better for a while, he will be extra diligent...and worried. He knows he's overreacting, he's usually someone who never does that, but what if you get sicker? a rougher disease? he wouldn't know what to do.

• though when Medic assures him its just a cold that's lasting longer than usual, he's more content with himself and tries not to worry.

• before you sleep, he will always give you goodnight forehead kisses. I can see he isn't a very romantic type of person, so moments like these is when he feels truly vulnerable with you. He blushes every time, this adorable man.

• "goodnight moya lyubov, get well soon."

I'm gonna kiss heavy💯💯💯 REAL!!!

♡Engineer ♡

• you two were relaxing in your room, he was talking about his latest invention and you were happily listening.

• but then you felt a weird feeling in your stomach, like you wanted to throw up. And...you did. You gagged and ran straight for your bathroom, throwing up in the toilet seat.

• he was quite shocked, and came after you. As you threw up, he kneeled next to you and rubbed circles on your back. "Hey hey, that's it let it all out..."

• when you finish, he's super duper worried. "Sugar-cube...are you alright? You seem a bit sick...did you eat anythin' funny?"

"Now that you mention it...Scout did give me a weird tasting can of bonk earlier."

"That scout...tell me, what do you feel?"

• he will write in his head about the things your feeling, and go straight to the doctor.

so a cold, sore throat, and slight nausea? cool cool, he's got it covered.

• "Sit tight honey, I'm gonna get some medicine for ya."

• is pretty calm honestly. he doesn't get sick a lot but when he does, he usually takes care of it so he can go straight back to work. So he's not worried or anything. he's a smart guy, of course he'd know it's best to take care of yourself.

• rest is crucial to cure a cold, so he will insist on leaving you to your room. he will check up on you every couple of hours, if your awake he'll ask if you need anything and if your feeling better.

• if you get worse, he will stay with you the entire time. leaving his work unattended just for a bit.

• very caring. each sneeze you let out or the way your tired eyes struggle to stay open makes his eart ache just a little.

"You don't need to force yourself to be awake, darlin'. I don't mind watchin' over you."

or something corny as fuck like "Even when you got that puffy red nose and those weary eyes, ya still look adorable."

• not much to say other than that honestly, just a sweet, caring and calm lover when your sick.

engie my beloved

♡Medic♡

• he knows your sick without you even telling him

• will randomly tell you to get onto the patient bed.

"Medic...what are you doing?"

"Checkup! Jou are sick mein schatz, I just need to know exactly vhat sickness it is. places gloves on now, relax. "

• checks on your eyes, mouth, all thay jazz. Once he does he asks you some normal questions.

like "How have jou been feeling lately? Any dizzyness while working?"

• after a small checkup, he writes it all on his board and gets some medication from his drawer.

"Alright, jour body temperature is unusual and from jour sore throat and lack of sleep jou may be getting a fever tomorrow or tonight. Once jou do, I want jou to take zhese. Take zhem after jou eat, three times a day, and zhis before you sleep tonight. If it does not cure by the next two days, I will give jou more to help with it. Understand?"

"Yea..thank you medic."

"Of course, take care of jourself more...and get more sleep for God's sake mein liebe."

• are you surprised he guessed your fever before it even occurs? Yeah. are you complaining? oh fuck no.

• it's amazing how he could guess, because as he said, by tomorrow morning you had been feeling terrible. As you placed your hand on your forehead, the heat it radiated was absolutely irritating.

• when you got out of the room to get yourself some food, to your surprise medic was in the kitchen...making food?

• "Ah mein schatz jour awake, guten morgen!"

"Morning medic, what'cha makin'?"

"Breakfast of course! I am making chicken noodle soup! With the help of heavy, I cannot cook haha."

outta nowhere, Heavy just appears 😭😭

"Hello."

"holyshit-hi heavy!"

Medic begins to explain your diet for the day, what to eat what to avoid, what to do and what to not do, etc.

As he does, Heavy is cutting up fruits for you. Medic says fruit is good for fevers.

Once the soup is done, Medic sits you down and let's you eat. "How is it?"

"Mmm...this is soooo good babe. You and heavy did a great job, thank you!"

"Thank you Y/N. "

"I'm glad jou like it, remember your diet, okay?"

"Yeah yeah, just leave me to eat this soup already."

With a hearty laugh, he gives you a kiss on your temple as him and heavy both go their separate ways.

• he won't really spend a lot of time with you, he doesn't want to distract you so for the entire day he let's you rest up in your room as he continues his work.

• not a very passionate man when your sick, but he really just wants you to get better, don't take it to heart.

medic cannot cook LMFAOOOOO

♡Sniper♡

• you went into his camper van already feeling a bit nauseous, but you decided to ignore it because you wanted to spend time with him.

• as he was ranting about how scout stole his kill, you very quickly felt the pressure build up and ran to the door, throwing up on the ground.

• he was very much surprised, it took him a second but he got up to check what happened.

• "Oh...uh...are you okay?"

"...mundy I just threw up-no, no I'm not."

"Sorry... uh...."

• HE DOES NOT KNOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF A SICK PERSON. IS PANICKING. AS YOU CONTINUE TO FUCKING AGGRESJVELY THROW UP HE IS SHAKING SHIVERING HIS TIMBERS HES SO CONFUSED.

He's gotten sick but his parents are the ones who take care of him...HE DOESNT MMOW HOW TO TAKE CARE OF OTHER PEOPLE!!! HES A SNIPER HE TAKES CARE OF PEOPLE BY SHOOTING THEM.

•"UH...WAIT HERE."

• runs off to medic, who is very concerned to find a distressed sniper.

"Doc...uh...Y/N...is uh...throwing up a lot. uh..."

insert awkward pause

"...JUST FOLLOW ME."

• takes him to you as you sit by the camper with the most sad face anybody has ever seen.

• "Are jou alright? What are jou feeling?"

You tell him what you feel, bla bla all that jazz. Medic nods as you do and prescribes you with nausea, and a cough. pretty basic stuff.

yet...sniper is so worried. again, it's common illness! But...he's never taken care of anybody. Even as an adult without his parents usually he'll just let the sickness pass without a thought in his head.

He's a bit ashamed to say the least. Ashamed he can't take care of a common illness his lover is going through.

• will stay with you all day and make sure you have everything you need. if you feel like throwing up again he'll get you some ginger tea to help soothe it.

• will go to medic personally while your chilling and ask for tips, and medic ends up rambling about illnesses to sniper. sniper is intrigued but weirdly interested??

"And for colds, jou want to make sure zhey are warm. BUT NOT TOO WARM! rambles on"

"Ah..." He says as he nods along.

• sniper tells medic he feels a bit ashamed not being able to take care of a simple illness, Medic comforts him and tells him it's fine and reassures him that it's nothing to be ashamed of. (this is a weird friendship ik but it's cute hehe)

• he does everything medic tells him, and does a really good job! Thanks to them, your all well now.

• mundy doesn't need to be worried because now he knows how to cure the ill!! Yayyyyy

he doesn't know how to take care of a sick person LMFAOOO LOSER (make out with me mundy)

♡Spy♡

• you hadn't left your room all day, heck he didn't even know if you were awake or not.

• feeling a bit worried, he knocked on your door.

knock knock

he waits for a bit, then the door shuffles to open revealing you. but, you look different.

the red puffy nose? those tired eyes? and the way you so loosely stood? oh your sick, doesn't take an idiot to figure that out.

"Y/N, are you sick?"

"...yeah."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"It's a small flu, it'll pass Spy."

"Hm, no."

"..huh?"

• will ask if he can come in and as he does, you both sit down on the edge of your bed as he asks you tons of questions.

"Have you drunk any medication?"

"Yeah, once I woke up I felt pretty sick so I went to medics and he said it was best for me to rest."

"Good, have you eaten yet?"

"No, not yet."

"..I see."

silence falls between you two until he stands up and walks out of the room without a word.

"Spy? Uh...Spy where are you going?"

"Save your voice cherie, I'm going to make you a meal. Do not leave the room."

"Oh! Uh...okay."

• then he goes, leaving you in the room. it's a bit endearing how quickly he is to make you some food just by hearing the fact you need to eat.

• meanwhile, spy is in the kitchen making the most tasty chicken soup any man has ever laid their eyes on. oh my god just describing it is making my mouf water rn...yum

• scout and demoman walk into the kitchen, scout starts to bother him and demoman is trying to get a taste of the soup.

"Didn't know you could cook, Spy. You could've been making us food all this time but you really put Engie ta do all da work? wowwww, what a friend you are." rambles on

spy is too focused on his soup to care at the moment, chopping up vegetables to put in it

demo is drooling rn trying his best not to just take a big spoonful sip of it

In the end, spy just goes off with the soup and whatever is left he stores safely and threatens anyone that eats it a butterfly knife to the back of their heads. (He's saving it for you incase you want seconds.)

Now he's back in your room, a tray in his hands with soup and a fucking tea kettle with a cup.

He places it on your bedside table, as he hands you the soup. When you take it, he starts to gently pour some herbal tea into the cup for you.

When you take a sip of this soup, all your five senses activate and its like going through a delicious savory heaven of flavor. He's such a good cook, whyd he hide that talent?

The tea stays on the tray, as he leans by the door to watch you eat, smirking as your expression turns from tired into a happy one. He's quite proud of himself.

"Spy...this is so fucking good. What the hell...cook for me more? Oh my god...im drooling."

He chuckles, his voice low. "If you ask nicely then maybe I'll oblige, mon couer."

You almost splurt out your soup, he manages to make your cheeks heat up even when your sick. What kind of man says that sort of thing? Spy, spy is.

• will listen to you blabber and compliment his soup expertise, when you ask for seconds, he gets very giddy on the inside.

• for the entire time you get sick, he comes to you when you need a meal or when you need anything. You need tons of rest when you have a flu, he knows that. So, as much as he wants to hold you and cradle you in his arms, he has to leave you be.

• He doesn't want to get infected, if so, who will take care of you?

• though after, he will envelop you in kisses. Saying how much he missed your lips on his. Buys you a gift for being so well when your sick. Honestly, this guy is crazy with gifts.

spy 💘

THE END LMFAOO

sorry if some were longer than others!! I probably just didn't know what to add. Anyways, SORRY AGAIN for not posting much. Shit has been TOUGH man. But, I'm gonna write a ton for the next couple of weeks so leave your TF2 requests in my inbox!! I'm always up for ideas :)

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jellysweets · 2 years

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sick day ! gn reader

characters: itto, scara, albedo, ganyu, thoma, hu tao ♡

synopsis: gn!reader is sick and their partner takes care of them !!

warnings: they’re pretty short, use of scara’s real name, ooc scara maybe, petnames used.

genre: fluff

kat’s ramble: second post! first post w multiple characters <3 added some of my favs, may do a part two!! can u tell i have a thing for being picked yo bridal style?? GOD I LOVE IT

a. itto - hanamizaka heroics

・came home to you sick after hanging out w the gang :(( despite him being big and strong you always take care of him so he literally has a heart attack because he doesn’t know what to do to help you.

“are you okay?? what’s wrong?? what do you need?? what can i do??” he spits out in panic. “yes, im okay, dear. and i don’t need anything, i’ll be okay. just having your company is enough for me.” you say.

・you know this goof doesn’t know the difference between medicines, if you’re afab he’d give u like idfk peptobismol when you’re on your period😭

“uhhhh.. ibuprofen?? do you need ibuprofen??” he asks. “achoo! no, sniff, love, that’s a painkiller.” you reply. “well aren’t you in pain?? you keep coughing and sneezing..” he cries. “im not in pain, i just have a cold.” you laugh at his awful attempt at taking care of you. “don’t laugh!!” he frowns. he doesn’t know much but he’s trying his best because he really does love you :((

scaramouche - balladeer

・you know this man is busy and when he comes home to you sick he is just.. he’ll barely show any sympathy but on the inside he feels really bad for you :(

“what the hell is up with you?” scara asks with a stern tone. “kuniiii.. i feel like crap” you whine as you pull yourself onto him, resting your head in the crook of his neck. “ugh, you’re no different from a leech.” he scoffs. while he’s voicing his usual mean words, he frowns because he really does feel bad for you.

・he has to carry you to bed because you can’t/won’t stand up.. well you probably can but you’ll never tell..

“you idiot.. you really need me to carry you to bed?? so pathetic..” “…’m sorry, kuni..” you mumble as he picks you up. “don’t.. apologize. it’s whatever…. let’s just get you to bed.”

・SPECIAL SLEEPYTIME TREATMEANT🤭 he’ll hum to you to help you get some rest which is the cutest thing ever idc

“..kuni.. can’t sleep..” you mumble at 4am, and scara being the light sleeper he is, wakes up almost immediately. “..y/n.. come here.” he pulls you into his embrace (something that doesn’t happen often) and hums to you sweetly. the next morning he’ll just say you were being annoying so he just did it to make you go to sleep but somewhere inside of him told you he did it as a form of love HELLOOOO OHMYGOD HES SO🤭 you almost pretend to be sick forever so this special treatment never ends <3

albedo - kreideprinz

・will drop ALL of his work for you until you’re better. which is pretty rare, but for you, he’d do anything.

“mm.. ‘bedo.. you didn’t have to sniff stop working for me, i’ll be.. achoo!.. okay.” you reassure him softly. “dear, it’s okay. im going to be here for you until you’re better. do you need anything?” albedo says. “…just you..” you mumble, just loudly enough for him to hear you. “mm..” he hums softly as he pulls you into his embrace.

・he’ll make you a potion that you think will taste absolutely disgusting, so he has to pour it in your mouth for you. and tbh it makes you feel so much better after like 30 minutes.

“dear, say ‘ahh’ for me.” he commands, raising your head your chin gently. “mm.. ahh..” you hesitantly open your mouth as he requested. he pours the unknown liquid in your mouth, you can feel the warm substance dripping down your throat. it makes you tummy feel all warm and it didn’t taste as bad as expected. “good job..” he smiles at you sweetly. he picks you up from the chair he had you sitting in, and holds you bridal style. he takes you to your shared bedroom and lays you down on the bed gently. he joins you in the bed and pulls you closer to him, placing a kiss on your forehead.

ganyu - plenilune gaze

・you didn’t tell her because you didn’t want to worry her because she’s already stressed enough. when she came home, she saw how sick you were and she felt so awful for not noticing before.

“y/n, im home!” she announces when she steps into your shared home. she gets really worried when you don’t respond because you usually come quickly to welcome her home. she walks into your room and sees tissues scattered on the floor and bed, a trash can next to the bed, and your sleeping body laying on the bed. she runs to the bed and sits down on the edge of the bed. you were just barely asleep so you wake up rather quickly. “ah! y/n, i-im so sorry! i didnt mean to wake you up!” she stutters over her words. “mm.. im so glad you’re home..” you mumble. “are you okay?” she asks in concern. “just a fever, i’ll be fine.” you say, caressing her cheek with your hand. “a fever?! oh, y/n.. im so sorry i didnt notice before i left! im here now, do you need anything?” “..just you..” you mumble, just loud enough for her to hear. her eyes widen and despite the darkness in the room, you can still see her blush. “i!.. o-okay..” she cuddles up to you in bed and presses a kiss on your cheek.

thoma - protector from afar

ment. of throwing up!!!!

・the sweetest ever :(( he’ll give u anything you need at any time, he always there.

“open up for me, love.” he commands softly. you open your mouth and he puts places the food on his chopsticks he’s feeding you with in your mouth. “good.. good bite” he smiles. “are you feeling okay?” he asks. “mm.. better.” you mumble. “good, im glad…y/n.. i love you so much.” “i know..and i love you too.” you slowly drift off to sleep as he sits on the chair next to your shared bed. once he’s sure you’re sound asleep, he joins you. careful not to wake you up.

・picks u up to take you to the bathroom to throw up and he’ll hold your hair back when you’re doing so.

“thoma.. can u take me to the bathroom..” you mumble while you’re laying on his lap. he doesn’t respond with words, he responds by sitting you up and bridal style carrying you to the bathroom. he places you next to the toilet and sits on his knees next to you. you um yk do your thing ..throw up you sit up and thoma releases his gentle hold on your hair. he sees a tear trickle down from your eye. he panics, “love, what’s wrong?! are you okay?!” he asks. “thoma… do you still love me..?” you sob quietly. he lets out a small giggle, “yes, of course i still love you, baby.” laughing and pulling him into your embrace. “stop laughing, it’s not funny!!” you cry and he lets out apologies in between giggles.

hu tao - fragrance in thaw

・she’d tell you jokes and THEN take care of you. comedy then care bayybeee!!

“are you okay?? do you need a coffin?? 50% off since you’re my beloved y/n!!” she giggled. “taooooooo” you cry, holding out your arms gesturing that she gives you a hug. she frowns, “agh! what a shame.. i truly thought i had a new customer!” she teases, then she holds you tight. “im not dying!!” you yell. “haha, i know!! sighh, jokes aside, i do hope you feel better sooooon.” she says, pressing a kiss on your forehead. “do you think if i scare you your fever will go away?” “no!! that’s not how that works!!” you cry.

・literally won’t stfu abt how worried she is abt you to zhongli at work.. like he literally cannot take it.. that man is going to die before he hears the end of it.

“zhongli, im so worried about my lovely y/n, i believe they’re going to die!!” she cries. “hu tao, i ensure you y/n is going to be okay shortly, they just need rest and care,” he begins. “and if you’re so worried, shouldn’t you be taking care of your ‘lovely y/n?’” he jokes. “agh!! zhongli!! you’re right!!” she stands up from the table she and zhongli were sitting at and yells from a distance “take care of the parlor for me!! thanks!!” you’re going to have to apologize for her actions once you’re better..

— reblogs are appreciated! —

#itto fluff #itto x reader #scara fluff #scara x reader #albedo fluff #albedo x reader #ganyu fluff #ganyu x reader #thoma fluff #thoma x reader #hu tao fluff #hu tao x reader #genshin fluff #genshin impact #scaramouche fluff

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hollyhomburg · 1 year

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Brain going brrrr about mafia lord namjoon again for my 3003939837th time of being an army,

only this namjoon uses his many galaries for money laundering but secretly just loves art for arts sake 🥺 he’s really just a sweetheart who wants nothing to do with the mafia life, he buys art that he thinks is greatly undervalued for twice the price and secretly sponsors his favorite artists. his parents think he’s hopeless, he sneezed over a bag of co*kane the last time that he went to check the families product. and he litterally almost shoots off his own foot any time he has a gun in his hands, he doesn’t drive as much for his own safety as the rest of the family he’s...not cut out for the mafia life to put it bluntly.

he’s not a monster (until you make him one)

his parents are getting onto him to get married, his father has long since stepped down as the head of the family, preferring to split his year vacationing in monaco and macau. But once or twice a year- namjoon’s parents do meet up with him just to make sure that namjoon’s not running the family drug empire into the ground.

it’s usually a painful meeting full of “why are you still living in an apartment and not a house” “you spend too much time on frivolous pursuits, you should take up something” “what, like murder?” “*insert weighty silence here*, but the thing they get on him the most about- is marriage.

namjoon’s never had much luck in the relationship department. hes had a few girlfriends and boyfriends through the years- then a few sugar babies here and there when he got tired of people pretending to only be into him for his money and would rather have that out-front. his parents Gesture to a waitress (our m/c) and say “you can choose any woman namjoon, even that one would do” as if on queue- the m/c spills a drink over a main table, but can’t get more than a simple apology out before the man starts shouting obscenities about does she know who he is and he’ll have her job for this.

namjoon doesn’t like mean people. it’s a pity that he has to deal with them often in his line of work.

So namjoon gets up, walks over to her and litterally punches the man out. ngl- i just love the idea of the waitstaff being all like “😅 we know who you are and we won’t call the cops” meanwhile namjoon’s never thrown a punch in his life, shakes his hand and almost cries. “if you wanted to impress me there are easier ways” are the first words she says to him. hands on her hips. and all of a sudden he feels like a schoolboy under a microscope.

“how much money would I need to give you to walk away with me right now” and she takes one look at his Rolex and decides based off of that that yeah- going home with this businessman who has her boss quieting in with a single look.

It’s kinda love at first sight- or if not first sight- maybe first drink. they quickly find a secondary location- a bar- and get waisted together. it’s not something the m/c’s done since she was young and desperate- getting drunk with Rich men. maybe the world hasn’t been kind to her- maybe she views namjoon only as a wallet but when she confesses it he just- shrugs. “you don’t seem disappointed with me yet- you can stay until you get judgemental. then you’re out”

“whats got you so certain that i’ll find you disappointing?” namjoon’s not used to people praising him and meaning it- or greeting him with such honesty either.

She becomes his paid girlfriend pretty quickly after that, maybe she never goes back to her apartment only to his, empty and full of art. she tries to sneak out in the morning only namjoon stops her. “i actually have a family lunch today, if you come i’ll make it worth your while”

the while- happens to be a brand new gyvanche dress and a matching pair of heels. namjoon (secretly) only brings her along because he knows with an outsider there- at least his family won’t talk crime and murder- it’s so painfully boring to him.

only…there’s something off about her. Something that reminds him maybe of a cat- or like one of his assassins, something that’s figuring him out subtly piece by peice when she watches him. she’s not judgmental of him for laying in bed all day, or for talking about art too often if anything, she seems almost to prefer it that way.

it doesn’t take her long to figure out that namjoon isn’t just a simple art dealer, that the detail that follows him and eventually her- isn’t just for protection from the paparazzi. But to Namjoon’s surprise, the first time his bodyguard jungkook takes out a would-be assailant, she doesn’t scream or act revolted at the sight of a dead body (namjoon might be soft but he’s also been conditioned for this since birth) simple peers down at it with a cool calculating eye.

The rest of the men are watching, and waiting for her to react, until she lifts her gaze to namjoon and raises a single eyebrow. and then one of namjoon’s men is apologizing and putting his coat down for her so that she can step over it without getting blood on her louis vitton pumps.

it’s okay, she says, “they’re already red-bottoms anyway”

it starts slowly from then, first she expresses an interest in seeing how the family business is run, then she starts to ask specifics about the money laundering and just how deep their connections run it the government as well as insurance about their police protection. the guards and henchmen quickly learn that she’s someone to respect and make happy- even before the boss (happy wife happy life and all that).

Namjoon’s used to having a more hands off approach to the crime side of things- but he wakes up sometimes to the smell of bleach on the air, wanders down to the kitchen to find the kitchen and his wife as ordinary and as in place as possible. (she earned the ring pretty much one month in, it was a fast engagement and an even faster wedding.

but even namjoon had to admit there was quite a-lot of work to be done and more important things to spend money on.

its not until a few months into their marriage that namjoon realizes that the responsibilities and headaches of being the kingpin of the mafia haven’t come to call on him recently. He hasn’t been asked to make an appearance in a while or check the security of any of their bases, and he hasn’t been called on to deal with any moles or unruly employees.

it’s almost as if...someone else has been taking control of them for him, like someones been doing the job he never wanted.

namjoon would be more upset only theres not much to complain about, he gets to walk art galleries every morning and purchase lavish paintings that he wants to have in his home or on his properties. he gets to go to the opera without any dignitaries trying to seek him out and make small talk. he knows that his wife...she must be behind it- but namjoon’s almost relived that she’s taken his job.

At night when they’re lying side by side, namjoon rubs her shoulders and confesses, “you’re a better mob boss than i ever was”

“Don’t sell yourself short joonie- it’s not that you couldn’t be- it’s that you don’t want to be.”

“you say that like becoming a kingpin is the same as becoming a professor- you could get into grad school if you only applied yourself more” namjoon mimics a nasal voice just to hear her laugh.

“okay- you might be right about that one- but at least becoming a queen-pin was less expensive than 5 years of education.”

he’s happy to live his life like he’s unaware that he’s no longer the man in control until one day...she doesn’t get home on time- they’d had plans for their first wedding anniversary- namjoon commissioned an impressionistic portrait of her as a present as well as a very small original art piece because she’s been encouraging him to try and make art of his own.

it’s not until he gets a call that makes his blood run cold. “boss...i think they’ve taken...our other boss”

the thing about namjoon is that he’s not a monster- unless you give him a reason to be one, and taking his wife away from him is certainly a reason to bring out the monster.

he finds her quicker than anyone expects- maybe because she’s charmed his men as much as she’s charmed him- and nothing ever did beat out loyalty like love. he finds her and she’s mostly unharmed, only...her enemy is someone namjoon hasn’t even heard off- even if according to his men they’ve been waging litteral war for the last 4 months.

imagine her saying “i told you he’d come” all weak from pain- maybe drawn up with some chains.

“a dog comes when called” her captor snears, gun shaking, but namjoon’s heart feels as cold as ice as he watches her- his strong beautiful wife in pain because of him, all because he couldn’t step up. she’s right- being a kingpin is all about motivation.

“you say that like i don’t enjoy being hers, if i’m her dog then i’m fucking biting.”

lets just say after that she starts to see him as an equal and namjoon discovers that he might not like being a monster- but he does like being /her/ monster. and the two of them lead side by side and live happily ever after 💜 thats all i’ve got <3

#bts gang au #bts mafia au #bts au #namjoon x reader #bts hurt/comfort #bts fluff #bts fic #namjoon fic #mafia boss! namjoon

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fluffyllamas-23 · 8 months

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Can I request some super sick Steve with a bad cold/sinus infection and Bucky being all cute and protective? Canon or AU! Thank you :))

Okay so I somehow missed the part of your ask where you requested that Bucky be cute and protective. I think I got the cute thing, but not sure about the protective thing. I hope you like it anyways! I'm on a real Stucky kick and this was so fun to write.

(Modern AU Stucky with post-serum Steve bod bc I can lol)

“Which pumpkin do you want?” Bucky asks, hands on his hips as he stares down at the pumpkins in the pumpkin patch they’re visiting..

Steve shrugs, wrapping his jacket tighter around himself as he shivers. “I’m good with whatever. Hey, can we stop for hot chocolate or tea or something on our way home? I’m freezing.”

“God that sounds incredible. Absolutely.”

Steve sniffles, rubbing at his nose. He reaches down to pick up one of the pumpkins near his feet. “hhh’ISCHih! Snff! Sorry. This is a good one.”

“Bless you. That is a good one,” Bucky agrees, looking at the large, round, bright orange pumpkin that Steve has in his hands. Steve adjusts the pumpkin, holding it like one might hold a baby on their hip.

When Bucky just stares down at the other pumpkins without making any move to pick one, Steve quirks a brow at him, “so…are you going to make a decision for yours, or are we going to be out here all night?”

Bucky rolls his eyes, “it’s a very important decision.”

“Clearly.”

“Can’t pick the wrong one.”

A tickle blooms in his sinuses, and he rubs at his nose again, trying to ward off the impending sneeze. “Oh god no. Can’t have that. World War III might start if you pick the wrong pumpkin.”

“So you see my dilemma.”

Steve turns away from Bucky, “Ih’tschiew! Nng’tsch! Snff! Excuse me.”

“Bless you, sweetheart. Okay, I think I found one.” He says, walking a few feet to pick up one of the pumpkins he’s had his eye on since they got there.

“Well thank god for that,” Steve chuckles. “I was starting to worry we’d die here before you ever made up your mind.”

“I’d probably have gotten us out before we died,” Bucky says. Steve is still fussing with his nose when Bucky looks up at him. He looks deeply bothered. Bucky’s eyes soften, “hey…you okay?”

Steve nods, trying not to wince when he swallows past the sudden sharp, raw feeling in his throat. “Cold and windy out. That always bothers my nose.”

“Let’s get you warm, then. Still want to stop for tea or whatever?”

His breath hitches again, and he muffles a volley of sneezes into the crook of his arm. He nods, sniffling and trying once again to get rid of the itch that just does not want to leave his sinuses.

He scrunches his nose. “Y-yeah that s-hih…hih’TSCH! Tsch! Ihhh…hih’tSCH! Snff! That sounds ndice-hhh’ISCHih! h’sschUH! SnffSnff!...Snff! Oh mby god, sorry. Do we have andy tissues in the car?” Congestion seeping into his voice, blurring all of his consonants together.

“I’m not sure…are you feeling okay, Stevie?” Bucky says cautiously.

Steve grimaces, “I think I might be getting a cold.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bucky frowns, nudging him with his shoulder as they walk to pay for their pumpkins.

“It’s ndot a big deal,” Steve sniffles. “I’mb finde. I really dond’t feel that bad.”

“Okay…you promise?” Bucky says, and they both set their pumpkins down to be weighed. He hands the man behind the till his credit card and looks over at Steve.

Steve holds up three fingers, “scout’s hondor.”

“You sound like shit.”

“Gee, thagks. I’mb finde. I swear. It’s just a cold. I’ll take sombe mbeds whend we get hombe and ndap.”

Bucky decides to drop it, but he suspects that Steve is bullshitting him. The fact that he’s volunteering to take medication and have a nap instead of needing Bucky to sweet talk him into it is suspicious as hell. This never happens unless Steve feels downright awful.

But he isn’t going to get anywhere by forcing the issue if Steve isn’t ready to admit he feels awful.

So Bucky pretends he believes Steve.

“I’mb finde,” Steve says sharply as Bucky casts him what feels like the umpteenth concerned glance that car ride. “Stop looki’gg at mbe like that.”

He’s spent the majority of their drive to the coffee shop, and now on their way home, sneezing and coughing and sniffling. He’s sounding worse and worse, and Bucky can’t help the fact that he’s worried.

He’d been fine this morning, albeit a bit tired-looking and sounding, but nowhere near this level. It just kind of seems like it hit him out of nowhere with zero warning.

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” He says nonchalantly, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye as he pulls onto their street.

“Y-yes you-hihhh…oh for the love of god-hih’TSCH! Tsch! Ihhh…hih’tSCH! Snff! hhh’ISCHih! h’sschUH! Snff!” He sighs in frustration as Bucky pulls into the driveway.

“Bless-”

“-Dond’t say it,” Steve grumbles, rubbing his forehead. All of the sneezing has given him the worst headache. It’s throbbing and pounding behind his eyes and in his forehead, and he doesn’t care for it one bit.

“Stevie, come on,” Bucky says softly, putting a hand on his thigh. It’s like the touch melts him completely, and he suddenly deflates, sniffling pitifully. “It’s me. You don’t have to hide how you feel with me.”

Steve sighs in defeat. He’s right. There’s really no point in denying it any longer. He knows Bucky isn’t buying it.

He sure wouldn’t.

“I dond’t feel great, Buck.”

“I know,” Bucky says gently, giving Steve such a soft look, he could cry. “Come on, let’s get you inside. You can change and pick out something to watch and I’ll grab you some meds. Sound good?

Steve coughs into the crook of his elbow, “yeah that sou’ds great.”

“Okay, I really think we need to get you to a doctor,” Bucky frowns, looking down at the thermometer. “That, or this thermometer is broken.”

He had thought Steve felt warm while they were cuddling, but he wasn’t expecting the number it beeped in at.

“What’s it at?”

“102.4.”

“....Oh,” Steve mumbles, taking stock of how he feels. He grimaces when the conclusion he comes to is really bad. “Ndo, I thiggk that’s right.”

He’s been sick going on five days now, and it doesn’t seem like he’s getting any better. He’s getting worse, in fact. He’s been so congested and sniffly and sneezy that he was having a hard time getting any sleep. All meds did was take the edge off, but not enough to let him get more than a couple of hours at a time before he was awake again.

He’s exhausted and achy, and Bucky hates how listless he’s been.

“How are you feeling? What’s bothering you?”

“Awful. Everythi’gg. Mby face hurts,” Steve groans, eyes closing. He feels so congested that his eyes feel swollen.

Bucky winces, “I think you might have a sinus infection, Stevie.”

Steve feels his face gingerly before inhaling sharply and dropping his hands. “Ow.”

“God, yeah, this definitely sounds like a sinus infection.” Bucky groans, “let’s go to urgent care…get you some antibiotics, maybe some steroids…and stronger pain meds.”

“Cand we go later? I’mb tired.”

“Sweetheart, the sooner we go, the quicker you’ll feel better,” Bucky says, stroking Steve’s cheek. “I know you don’t feel well and going to urgent care is the last thing you want to do, but you need medical attention.”

It takes some more convincing, but eventually, Steve relents.

Or, rather, Steve allows himself to be bribed with a milkshake (and as much soup and as many snuggles as he could possibly want). All this in exchange for being a good patient (and not a pain in the ass, which were stipulations Bucky may or may not have added to their agreement), and going to the doctor.

Finally, after what feels like forty eight hours, they’re finally home from urgent care. Bucky claims it was only three hours, but Steve thinks he’s probably lying to spare his feelings.

He’s not sure why Bucky would need to spare his feelings, but there’s also no way that only took three hours.

They’ve been to the pharmacy already and have picked up his antibiotics and steroids, as well as the milkshake Steve was promised.

“Okay,” Bucky says, shutting the door behind them. “I’m going to put these away, you go get comfy in bed and I’ll bring you your meds and some tea and then we can cuddle while you nap.”

“That’s a great pland,” Steve sniffles.

“I thought you might like that,” Bucky smiles, stroking Steve’s cheek. “Let’s get you feeling better, yeah?”

They go up the stairs into their bedroom, and settle in for another quiet few days until Steve is finally feeling better.

They also finally carve those pumpkins.

#Stucky #modern au #fever #sneezing #congestion #I was watching Winter Soldier while I wrote the majority of this #and ironically I was writing Bucky be super cute with his boy while actual Bucky beat the shit out of Steve on screen lol #I prefer this tbh

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sons of love and death, 7/13 {CSSNS 23}

Summary: After the Final Battle, Killian Jones had finally settled into his happily ever after with his wife and family. Until a new foe arrived in Storybrooke: the infamous Dorian Gray, who looks rather familiar—one might say identical—to the pirate, and he’s on a mission: to claim the powers of the Dark One for himself. There’s only one problem: the Dark One no longer exists. What follows is a journey of vengeance, revelations, magic, and finally facing down the darkness within himself that Killian thought he’d finally put to rest. [roughly canon divergent from 5B, though set post-canon] A/N: Greetings from band camp! But that won't stop me from updating my @cssns story! Hope everyone is having a great week! (As always, thanks to the best beta, @optomisticgirl !) rated M | 5.1k words | AO3 | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6

Dorian hadn’t been seen since his encounter with Regina the previous morning, but Killian knew better than to let his guard down. Every time the bell rang in the library, Killian was alert, ready for the worst (even if logically he knew his twin wouldn’t announce his presence—though, they did share an affinity for melodrama…). And he’d put on his sword belt for the first time in ages, for both comfort and protection.

He was reshelving a few books when the bell chimed again. He paused to listen, but was mildly surprised when Leroy’s voice rang out in the otherwise quiet library—and sounded more than grumpy. “What the hell, pirate?”

Confused, Killian shoved the book in his hand on the shelf and quickly made his way to the lobby. “Watch the volume, mate,” he chastised. “What’s the problem?”

Leroy was glaring at him and huffing. “Don’t pretend you don’t know; I saw you! Taking a joyride on my boat this morning, using all my gas, and then you just left it adrift. It almost ran into the shipping lane!”

“Why would I take your dinghy when my ship is right there?” Killian countered. “It was probably my good-for-nothing brother.”

“Then why was he dressed like you? And I saw your hook!”

He rolled his eyes; of course Dorian would find a new way to make trouble for him. “Well it wasn’t me! I’ve been here all day, and my wife can provide my alibi prior to that—in detail, if you’d like,” Killian threw back, biting back a smirk at the memory of what they’d gotten up to in bed that morning.

“No thank you,” he responded, stepping back with his hands up. “Just—keep that asshole in check, okay?”

“He’s not my responsibility.”

“Whatever,” Leroy grumbled, and left as quickly as he’d arrived.

Killian was irked by the encounter. Not so much at Dorian’s antics, annoying though they were (and would probably need his attention at some point)—but he was somewhat perturbed by the fact that Leroy was so quick to assume it had been him. There was definitely a time he may have done that, but now? After everything in the past few years? Did the dwarf truly still think so little of him?

He shook his head; Leroy didn’t have much faith in anyone. It was just a stupid misunderstanding; perhaps he’d go down to the docks and see if he could use his powers, meager as they were, to tow the boat back into harbor. But it was nothing to be truly upset over, not on his end.

The day went on without further event and the encounter was nearly out of his mind when he ran into another dwarf outside the sheriff station. Sneezy was coming from the opposite direction and reached the door before he did, but then paused and faced him.

“Uh, Captain,” he started, then characteristically sneezed. He went on after wiping his nose on his ever-present handkerchief. “I was about to report what happened earlier, but I’d be happy to settle now, if you want—if you’d rather Emma not know.”

“Know what?”

“About the rum you stole,” he said matter-of-factly. “You didn’t exactly hide it.”

Killian scoffed; he’d never been impressed by the rum selection at the pharmacy, nor was he desperate enough to shoplift subpar liquor. “I’ve been at the library all day, mate; you should hit up my lookalike for the cash. Or go ahead and report it; may as well add to his rap sheet.”

The dwarf tilted his head, confused. “But—your hook—and clothes—”

“—Are easy to replicate with magic like his,” Killian sighed. “Really, mate? I thought you knew me better.”

Sneezy at least looked a bit like his brother Bashful at that, then uttered a quick apology before nearly running back in the direction from which he’d come.

Killian pinched the bridge of his nose, again frustrated.

It didn’t stop there, though—on the entire walk from the station to Granny’s with Emma, he was on the receiving end of glares, muttering, and people keeping their distance. Granted, that was typical treatment from the gaggle of fairies they passed, given their history.

But even mild-mannered Gepetto, upon his exit from the diner, turned suddenly angry at the sight of Killian and wasted no time getting in his face and yelling in his native tongue. Killian was skilled at languages but not well-studied in that one, save for a few curse words—all of which he heard in the tirade.

The carpenter didn’t give Killian a chance to reply before storming off, leaving him fatigued and Emma confused. “What the hell was his problem?” she griped.

“No clue—but I’m willing to bet it was my brother; that’s been happening all afternoon.”

“Ugh, that dick,” she cursed. “But can’t people tell the difference by now?”

“You’d think,” he sighed, knowing that didn’t mean a damn thing if a glamour spell was involved.

“Sounds like he needs to be punched in his pretty nose to make sure it’s more obvious,” she suggested, stepping into Killian’s space and tapping his own nose.

“You think my nose is pretty?” he flirted back.

“All of you is. Way more than him,” she assured him, then dragged him into the restaurant.

He obviously knew he was innocent of the various misdemeanors he’d been accused of, and he was certainly no stranger to being a suspect. But that hurt feeling from earlier crept back up in him as he fielded side-eyed stares from his seat across from an oblivious Emma while they ate.

Hadn’t he earned this town’s trust? Weren’t they well past any questioning of his actions? Yes, his history was rocky—but he’d literally died for the residents of Storybrooke.

And it was no secret he had a doppelgänger running around. So the fact they were so quick to turn on him was far more painful than he’d like to admit.

“Babe? Your glass—are you okay?” Emma’s concerned voice pulled him from his morose thoughts, and he realized a whirlpool was threatening to spin out of his glass of water.

“Sorry,” he answered quickly, and focused on calming the tiny maelstrom. “Just—thinking about everything,” he said, simplifying the truth.

“I know.” She reached over and squeezed his hand. “Good thing you’ve got another magic lesson in the morning, huh?”

He groaned in response; she giggled.

“Come on; let’s get you home. You’ll need your rest,” she said suggestively as she got to her feet, taking him with her, hinting that they would spend time not resting as well.

The lascivious smirk Granny gave him as Emma paid their tab was less out of place than his other interactions today, but was at least positive. So he did still have some friends, it seemed.

And as he and Emma finally collapsed in each other’s arms later, sweaty and sated, as long as she was still on his side, who else did he require?

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Though Dorian was no stranger to using a glamour spell, and had certainly used far more dramatic disguises in his life, this one was perhaps the most initially uncomfortable—mainly in how little changed.

As it was, he and Killian were nearly mirror images to start with—what with their scars on opposing cheeks and the fact that they parted their hair on different sides. So to see such minor differences in his reflection was a somewhat out-of-body experience—this was close to what people actually saw when they looked at him.

He allowed his minor existential crisis to persist for a minute before finishing the transformation; at least his brother had decent style, if a bit different than his own. (How could he stand these tight jeans?) The false hook over his left hand was awkward, but necessary.

Anyways. It was time to see if he could pull this off; after all, he was far too wise not to do foolish things now and then. He headed down to the diner (after peeking around a corner to make sure neither Killian nor Emma were already there—though the fact that he’d slept in probably prevented that) and slipped onto a stool at the counter.

This time, when Granny greeted him, it was much warmer. “Early lunch?”

“Aye; the usual, my dear,” he tested. “And I just couldn’t wait to see you,” he added with a wink.

Granny blushed and chuckled, then shuffled off to the kitchen. Good; she was receptive to his flirting. If he was bold enough about it, surely that would stir up some ill will towards his brother; just what kind of man brashly flirted with a woman who wasn’t his wife? And there was a reasonable audience, even if mid-morning was somewhat slow.

So hopefully someone noticed when he grabbed the bottle of whiskey sitting behind the counter and snuck it into his lap.

A few minutes later, the older lady was back, sliding over a plate of fish and chips; predictable of his brother. “Fresh caught, extra vinegar on the chips—just how you like it.”

“Oh, you spoil me,” he replied, holding back a gag at the smell of the vinegar. He leaned across the counter, continuing, “If there’s anything I can do to repay you, you know where to find me,” then suggestively licking his lips.

To his shock, she just laughed and patted his cheek. “You know you couldn’t handle me, sweetheart.” And went back to her business.

Hm. Well, that wasn’t quite the response he expected. But he at least passed for Killian; that was a good sign. (Unfortunately, he had to sell it by actually eating this meal; thank the gods for the whiskey to wash it down.)

He headed down to the marina next, finding the easiest boat he could hotwire (which, with his magic, was all of them) and took a bit of a joyride, then poofed ashore when that got boring.

After a trip through the pharmacy, where he got a five-finger discount on some mid-range rum, he relieved himself in the shrubs outside a convent, knocked over the displays outside the florist, pretended to need the services of the carpenter but just dumped wood stain over his wares, and dragged the tip of his hook along some parked cars.

Briefly, he took a smoking break outside the elementary school and let the half-burnt cigarette fall into a bush outside a classroom, setting it alight. He was enjoying watching the slowly growing fire when the room’s window flew open and a petite woman with short, dark hair attacked it with a fire extinguisher. “Don’t you have anything better to do?” she snapped at him.

“No,” he answered succinctly, and transported away, hopefully leaving a scorch mark on the lawn, too.

He’d noticed a friendship between his brother and the librarian—the gorgeous woman who had seemingly questionable taste in men. He’d be shocked if the two of them had kept things purely platonic, despite their respective well-known relationships. And if they hadn’t…well, it was time for him to explore that, even if for his own enjoyment.

The bell on the library rang as he entered. “You here, love?” he called out, suddenly realizing he’d never caught the lass’s name.

“Right where you left me,” she shouted; shit, he forgot his brother worked here. That was a close call. He followed the sound of her voice to the next room, where he found her desperately trying to reach something on the top shelf. “Perfect timing; can you lend me a hand? Pun intended.”

“Ha,” he answered awkwardly, not sure if he should be acting offended or not. “But of course.”

He didn’t hesitate to grab the volumes she asked for, but rather than just hand them over, he took the opportunity to move into her space. “Oh, uh, thanks,” she said, trying to take a step back, but she didn’t get far before bumping into a cart.

“That’s all my assistance is worth? ‘Thanks’?”

“Killian, you know I appreciate you—”

“So let me appreciate you, darling,” he said on a breath, leaning in close. “Don’t tell me you’ve never felt something…more…between us.” Subtly, he raised the blinds in the room so any passers by might see his attempted pursuit of someone who clearly wasn’t his brother’s wife.

She looked up at him, lips parted, and he was aware of her heightened heart rate. She narrowed her gaze briefly. “No, I haven’t—Dorian.”

“Who’s Dorian?” he lied.

Her knee found his crotch swiftly and strongly; she might be short and slight, but she was the perfect height to do optimum damage to his manhood. He stumbled back, dropping the books and holding his groin, groaning, with stars beginning to cloud his vision.

“I can’t believe I almost fell for that,” she yelled. “You really thought I wouldn’t be able to tell?”

“Ah, but you almost did,” he countered, even though his voice was incredibly strained.

He could see her blushing even through his squinted view. “Never,” she insisted, though it sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as him. “I won’t do that, and I won’t help you.”

He scoffed as his breath started to come back. “What use are you to me? Just a silly librarian; even if you are married to the Dark One.”

She smirked. “I’m used to people underestimating me. I suggest you don’t again. Wouldn’t want anything to happen to that painting of yours, would you?”

“My painting?” He wasn’t surprised she knew of it—this was a library, obviously, if even the book he’d inspired was largely fabrication—but he’d left it behind in another realm, hoping the distance (and that particular realm’s timelessness) would prevent its aging, or at least slow it.

But then—he felt it. A faint heartbeat in his ear, just a millisecond behind his own but the same tempo: the heart of his True Love, continuing to carry a rhythm for him even though it was shattered and locked in canvas. It seemed to be coming from above them; he glanced up, trying to locate it, but didn’t get very far before his gaze was forced away rather painfully.

Belle had slapped him—again, stronger than he expected, but he’d been hit so many times that it hardly stung. “Get the hell out of here, and leave us alone.”

“Alright, alright,” he replied, and immediately poofed away—right into the attic of the library. The drumbeat of the heart was even louder up here, and he was easily able to follow it—while stepping lightly enough to not make a sound—to one end of the cluttered storage room.

And there it was: his iconic portrait. It…wasn’t pretty. Not that it had been when he’d stashed it in the Land of Untold Stories, but it had definitely continued to deteriorate, though thankfully less than it probably should have. There was part of his soul that certainly felt like the withered, grayed, gnarled mess of a man in the image before him, but only a small one.

Actually, it was a good thing the portrait had made its way here; perhaps, when he achieved his plan, he’d also be able to sever his tie to this in favor of the dagger. He’d leave it here for now—but he’d be back for it later.

He had at least one more stop to make. So he transported again to an alley by the sheriff station, knocked over a mailbox, and casually headed inside. While it would be fun to see how far he could take things with Emma, he had no doubt she’d be able to see through this disguise even quicker than the librarian had. But the other deputy, the blond one—he might be slower on the uptake.

“Hey, Hook,” the man said, barely glancing up from the paperwork he was filling out. “Emma’s doing rounds.”

“Aye; I’m aware,” he said, sauntering closer. “I was here to see you, anyway.”

“Yeah?” The man—David, judging by the name plate on the desk—looked up at him. “What’s up?”

Dorian wasted no time in taking a seat right in front of him on the desk, cupping his (rather handsome) face, and quickly finding his lips.

The ensuing chain of reactions was honestly hilarious: the other man stilled at first, then leaned into it, but then seemed to realize who he was kissing and pushed away, jumping to his feet.

“What the hell was that?” he spat, wiping off his mouth on the back of his hand.

Dorian hopped off the desk and moved closer to David. “I was always curious; you mean you weren’t?”

“No!” he shouted. “Not like—just, no!”

“Was I that bad?” Dorian flirted, tilting his head.

“No, you were—not my son-in-law,” David sighed, realizing who he was talking to.

“Ugh, you’re no fun,” Dorian replied. “And you’re only a halfway decent kisser.”

“My wife thinks I’m just fine,” David threw back, somewhat offended. “And if you’re trying to turn people against Killian, you’re gonna have to try harder than that.”

“You almost bought it.”

“Please; Killian only has eyes for Emma. Not that you’d know anything about True Love, I bet.”

Dorian glowered. “You don’t know anything about me, pal. Maybe get off your high horse with your generalizations.”

David stepped closer and put his hands on his hips; Dorian couldn’t help but feel like he was about to get a lecture. “I don’t know everything about you, but I’ve known enough people like you. I actually had a twin, too.”

“Oh? More than one of you? Must have been terribly dull.”

“Actually, you’d probably have gotten along with him famously; he was a selfish cad, too.”

“And where’s this fellow now?”

“Oh, he’s dead,” David went on. “From what I heard, he got a little too cocky, a little sloppy, and it came back to bite him. Or, well, stab him through the chest.”

“Ouch,” Dorian deadpanned. “And your point is?”

“Maybe you should ease up on making enemies. Because you don’t know which one is going to finally take you out.”

“And what—make friends instead?”

David shrugged. “Can’t hurt. Though I also can’t say you have good odds of finding many here, after all the drama you’ve stirred up so far.”

“No thanks.”

“Hey,” David said, softer, and placed a hand on his shoulder. “I know you’ve spent a long time chasing one thing, and it seems like you have nothing else to live for. But I watched your brother change his path; it’s not too late for you.”

Dorian gingerly pushed David’s hand off, like it was something disgusting. “Look, I know you hero types, and I know you mean well and want what’s best for me, or whatever. But I also know this: you have to want to change. Clearly my brother did. Me, though? I find good advice rather annoying. So save your breath.”

“Suit yourself.”

“I will, thanks.” And he transported back to his pilfered room at Granny’s.

His conversation with David was already forgotten; the deputy had probably hoped his words would linger and Dorian would reconsider his entire life. But no—he knew what he wanted.

And now, he just had to wait to see what fallout his (mis)adventures today wrought.

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Late 1880s

Dorian stepped out of the portal onto a dirty cobblestone alley. Once the gateway closed behind him, he placed his second bean in his inner coat pocket for safekeeping, and sealed it with magic—which thankfully worked; he wasn’t sure what to expect as far as being able to normally access his powers in this so-called Land without Magic, but was glad to see they were so far unhindered.

Of course, the irony of this realm carrying that name was that he had come here seeking magic out. It wasn’t fully devoid, he could tell, but he’d heard that it was far-flung, infrequent, and hidden from the general populace.

Which was probably why it was so dark in this backstreet; what kind of uncivilized society hadn’t figured out proper outdoor lighting yet? He could see some primitive lanterns at the end of the way, on what looked to be a main street, but could smell the fuel in them from here.

As such, he conjured a fireball in his hand to get his bearings. He’d arrived in the corner of an alley that went between and behind buildings—great, grimy brick monstrosities. Some parchment sat atop abandoned crates along one side; he inspected closer, reading The Daily Telegraph across the top of the page, followed by a picture of a man identified as the Prince of Wales, which he had to assume was a meaningful title as no proper name was given.

He further studied the fashion of the man, then glanced down at his own clothes, which were decidedly not of this realm from what he could see. That was easy to fix, though, and with a wave of his hand, he was wearing a garment that closely resembled what he saw in the image: a coat with long-ish tails, slacks, and a waistcoat. He didn’t hate it, but the vest wasn’t quite his style.

Anyways. That settled, he reached into a different pocket (he’d made sure the contents of those stayed the same regardless of what his jacket looked like) and pulled out a slip of paper with a name written on it: Basil Hallward. From what he’d been told, this man could help him find the magic he needed to get him one step closer to the Dark One’s powers.

(That Rumpelstiltskin bastard had placed so many protection spells over the Dark Castle, it was bordering on ridiculous. Didn’t he know it was once Dorian’s home? But no—the demon wouldn’t even grace him with a meeting to grant him access to his old quarters. Granted, he’d have been an idiot to, but one could hope. But perhaps here, in this land that seemed to reject magic, he’d find that which could break through those spells and reclaim his birthright.)

He glanced down both alleys in front of him. The one towards the street was empty—just brick walls and boarded-up windows—but going the other way, he could see a light glimmering outside an inconspicuous door.

And if he wasn’t mistaken, the light in the lantern was not fueled by whatever oil illuminated the streets; no, this one was quite similar to the ball of fire in his hand. The portal had placed him in the right spot.

Before he headed to the door, he placed the slip of paper in his own flare, letting it fall to ashes on the stone pavement. Then he extinguished it with a shake of his hand and headed over.

Upon closer inspection, the lamp was indeed his variety of fire magic, though there seemed to be an object at the center of it that kept it burning. Clever, he thought; it meant less mental effort to keep it lit (not that he had to exert much anymore for such simple spells).

The door itself was painted roughly to match the exterior wall—or it had been, once upon a time, and now was faded and flaking, but he could still make out where “B. Hallward” was written in yellowing letters.

He knocked, firmly and insistently, and then waited. He wasn’t naive enough to think he’d get an immediate answer, or even to think he’d be seen tonight, but there was also no sense waiting.

He listened close to the door for a minute or so, but if there was anything to hear, it was unnoticeable. Then he paced a bit, keenly aware of the sounds of his unfamiliar shoes tapping on the stones.

But after nearly 10 minutes, he had to concede that either Mr. Hallward was out for the evening, or didn’t wish to be disturbed. Well, surely a town of this size had a red-light district; it wouldn’t be the first time he’d spent a night in such an establishment (usually willingly).

He began to walk towards the sounds of society, at the far end of this alley, when he paused; he thought he heard the turn of a deadbolt. He turned back to look at the door; it was still shut, but the color of the flame in the lantern had changed to blue. Curious.

He moved closer to it, and to his surprise, a small window appeared from nowhere. There was no glass inside it, but he could see nothing but blackness behind it. “Yes?” a voice called out from the void.

“Basil Hallward?” he asked.

“Who wants to know?” the voice replied.

“Someone who has traveled a great distance to seek you out.”

The voice cursed, probably realizing he’d revealed his identity without meaning to. “What for?” he finally came back with.

“A bit of magic,” he answered, then called forth his own fire again.

The window disappeared and the door swung open. “Come in,” the other man called out; Dorian didn’t hesitate to oblige.

Whatever he was expecting—this wasn’t it. Despite whatever spell lay on the entryway—and he could feel it as he stepped through—it was actually fairly light inside, with more enchanted lamps around the open space, which revealed the absolute clutter everywhere. And, to the back of the room, what appeared to be a painter’s studio.

“You’re an artist?” he exclaimed, minorly disgusted.

“That I am, sir,” the other man replied, and Dorian finally got a look at him: he seemed young—younger than him, at least—and the narrow mustache above his lip did nothing to make him appear older. He pushed his dark, curly hair out of his equally dark eyes. “What of it?”

“I came here looking for magic,” Dorian spat. “Not to sit for my portrait.”

“A pity; you’d make an excellent subject, with that profile. But I do both, actually.”

“Both?” He raised an eyebrow, skeptic.

“Aye; let me show you.” Basil beckoned Dorian towards his work bench; he hesitantly followed. The man picked up a vial of what Dorian assumed was pigment off the cluttered surface. He uncorked it and held it out. “Do you recognize it?”

Dorian narrowed his gaze and peered inside. It was just a black powder, but he recognized the smell. “Adder’s fork?”

“Good eye,” Basil commended. “And this?” he asked, holding out a small dish with a bluish powder.

“Mermaid scale,” Dorian identified. “I don’t understand.”

“Magic works differently in this realm,” Basil explained. “No one here is born with it inherently, but what makes its way here usually requires a conduit—some physical tether. Me, I learned how to embed it in my paint, using these ingredients.”

“And then what?”

“Whatever you want,” Basil answered. “Within reason, of course.” He showed off a portrait of an expectant mother, explaining that the woman and her husband had been trying to have children for several years when he painted her; “Now, she has three children and another on the way.” Another painting displayed a vagabond sitting on a street curb. “His wife discovered he was cheating on her; now he’s destitute and she kept his wealth.”

“So you grant wishes?”

“In a sense. A fertility spell was embedded in this portrait, a curse of ill-luck in the other.”

Dorian glanced back at the work space and saw a good number of potion books—many of them he knew—across a bookshelf above it. “Ahhh,” he sighed in understanding. “Then you likely don’t have what I’m after.”

“Which is?”

“A way to break into a heavily fortified castle?”

Basil shook his head. “Afraid not. But if you have something of its occupant’s, we could probably find a way to cast them out, or at least make them horridly uncomfortable.”

“If it were that easy, I wouldn’t be here.”

“No, I suppose you wouldn’t. Hope you didn’t come far, then.”

“Only a few realms away.”

Basil whistled low. “Then I at least owe you a drink. What’s your poison?”

“Whiskey?”

He nodded and led him over to a sitting area, where they proceeded to chat over (some damn fine) liquor. Basil was curious about the magical realms—he had some acquaintances who passed through the other worlds who supplied him with his materials, but had never been himself. Dorian wondered how he’d fallen into this line of work, then.

“The man I apprenticed with taught me; passed on all he knew.” Well, that sounded familiar.

As such, they got on famously, to the point that Basil offered Dorian use of a spare bedroom in his home for as long as he was staying in this realm.

What the hell, Dorian thought. The Dark One wasn’t going anywhere—he could enjoy himself for a bit. (It wasn’t like he ever needed an excuse to do so.)

For the next few weeks, Basil showed him about this curious town—London, it was called, and far larger than he realized—and introduced him to many interesting people (and vices; opium was a delight, though he saw enough of the strung-out folks addicted to it to use in moderation).

They went to countless parties, gatherings, concerts, sporting events. At one such dinner, he met a writer named Oscar who seemed to be infatuated with him; he couldn’t say he disliked the attention. The man became a regular fixture in their outings as well (and maybe a few private nights).

Dorian did oblige Basil to pose for a portrait eventually; far be it for him to deny the world his beauty. “And what enchantment will you weave into this one?” he asked, peering over his friend’s shoulder; Basil had finished painting his face and form, but nothing else yet.

“None,” Basil replied simply. “You have enough magic on your own.

(There may also have been a few nights he spent in Basil’s room, as well. He was hardly a choosy lover, so long as someone caught his interest.)

He smirked cockily at the praise and admired his face and form on the canvas. Basil was truly a gifted artist and, in his personal opinion, had perfectly captured Dorian’s handsomeness, strength, and form, down to the color of his eyes.

However, later that night as he readied for bed, he caught a glimpse of something new in his reflection in the looking glass: was that…a wrinkle?

He pulled at the flesh around his eyes, watching as it stretched and returned. Indeed, there was a fine line—a few, even—in that delicate skin.

He was 30 years old; he knew it was inevitable he began to look it (even if he dare say he looked better than most men his age). But it was a sudden, stark reminder: the being he was chasing was immortal; he, however, was not.

(There was probably some sage advice somewhere about avoiding vice to extend his longevity, but…where was the fun in that?)

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thanks for reading! tagging some peeps (let me know if you do/don’t want a tag!) @kat2609 @xpumpkindumplingx @shipsxahoy @mryddinwilt @cocohook38 @annytecture @shireness-says @ohmightydevviepuu @wistfulcynic @pirateherokillian @colinoeyebrows @wingedlioness @word-bug @thisonesatellite @killianmesmalls @thejollyroger-writer @ineffablecolors @ive-always-been-a-pirate @nfbagelperson @stubblesandwich @phiralovesloki @athenascarlet @kmomof4 @ilovemesomekillianjones @whimsicallyenchantedrose @snowbellewells @idristardis @scientificapricot @searchingwardrobes @donteattheappleshook @jrob64 @the-darkdragonfly @stahlop @klynn-stormz @resident-of-storybrooke @bluewildcatfanatic

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joeyisaprincess · 4 months

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I wrote these to cope with really bad cramps

-Once when they were camping, they sat around the campfire and had a whole conversation about how Noctis basically has constant diarrhea. Because of his awful diet.

-It started with Noctis walking away from camp and then coming back and saying "My stomach's acting up." And then Prompto, almost annoyed, commented "Dude it always is. You eat only sugar, remember?" And then Gladio officially got the conversation going by asking Noctis "When's the last time you had a proper solid sh*t? Ever?" Ignis sighed through it all.

-Ignis once sneezed during a meeting and it was messy. He blocks out the memory. Regis even laughed.

-Prompto missed a step and fell while walking up the stairs in Lestallum, and his face smacked right into Gladio's ass.

-Those kids that play on the stairs started laughing.

-Prompto looked like a tomato for at least 30 minutes.

-Noctis once choked on water 6 sips in a row. Regis was trying to tell him something important and he had to wait for him to stop choking each time it happened.

-Gladio got frustrated one time because they were in Lestallum again and it was the millionth time he heard Noctis say it was hot, so he wrestled his shirt off of him himself.

-People walking by wondered if they should do something and Ignis had to tell them each that everything was okay.

-After they defeated one of those giant bull things, Prompto couldn't decide whether to shout "Yay" or "Yes!". So the sound he made was a mixture that just sounded like "YYYEEAAOOOEHY"

-Gladio laughed so hard he cried.

-Clarus accidentally called Regis "Wegis" and now Regis calls him "Cwawus" every now and then so he never forgets

-Noctis was walking down the stairs in the Citadel while holding a bowl of oatmeal. He slipped and fell and he was okay, but the bowl flew out of his hands and smashed into the floor at the bottom of the stairwell and it was a huge mess.

-Ignis had a brain fart while he has at a fast food drive through and when the person asked him what he wanted he just said "Hey". It took him a moment to come back to reality.

-At the Citadel, Noctis was pretending that the hallway was a runway, and he was doing the sexiest walk that he could, just for fun. And he became horrified when Cor silently walked past him, realizing that he'd been behind him the whole time.

-Ravus takes pole dancing classes and thinks that nobody knows. Luna knows, and she decided to attend one of his classes without his knowledge, to support him and cheer him on. When she walked in he almost decided to kick a hole through the wall and escape.

#chocobabe #submission #i dont remember if i already submitted this #enjoy!#ffxv #cor's mailbox

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imagine-knb · 6 months

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Gom&Uk household chores that they hate doing and how they act while having to do it? I need to get my laundry together in the morning and just thinking about it is tiring me out lol

This was such an interesting ask to think about, haha! Admin Neon

Kuroko — putting clean laundry away

he doesn't mind washing the laundry because there's a machine to do that, but putting the clean laundry away is another story

he has a second hamper full of clean clothes he can wear and will only put away when his mom starts nagging

Kiyoshi — hanging the laundry to dry

his grandparents are old fashioned, so they don't own a dryer, which means he has to hang his clothes out on a line

it's the one thing he grumbles about with them, but it's all under his breath because he doesn't want them to feel bad

Kise — dusting

poor guy has a bit of a sensitive nose, so dusting the furniture always has him in a sneezing fit

every time it's his turn to dust furniture, he will beg his sisters to switch chores with him

Aomine — all of them

he's really lazy when it comes to cleaning anything and his mom (and Momoi) have gotten on his ass about it

ends up taking twice as long to finish anything because he's too busy bitching and moaning about doing it

Midorima — washing dishes by hand

while, yes, he his making the dishes clean by washing them and he is a fan of clean things, he hates how disgusting dishes can get depending on what foods were on them

swears he will have a dish washing machine in his house one day

Murasakibara — changing the bedsheets

for a guy who really loves to sleep his day away, he really hates having to remove old bedsheets and replace them with new ones

he's grumbly and pouty the entire time, but he knows it's a necessity otherwise he could get itchy

Akashi — N/A

the way he lives, with maids and butlers and all the amenities a wealthy person has, he almost never needs to do chores

he finds somewhat of a reprieve when he's made to do them, like he has some semblance of control over something so small

Mibuchi — mopping

prior to mopping the floors, he's always so convinced that his floors are clean, but when he sees how gray the water gets after cleaning, he feels absolutely disgusted

changes the mop water often to keep his delusion of pristine floors

Nebuya — cleaning the bathroom

another guy who secretly has a sensitive nose, he can't stand the smell of chemical cleaners needed to make the bathroom look spotless

cleans his bathroom in full attire of gloves, mask, and long sleeves

Hayama — sweeping

it's one of the chores he's not allowed to do quickly, because it will just make the dust and dirt fly everywhere

he still tries to do it fast and gets yelled at by his family when the dirt is just pushed around instead of cleaned up

Hanamiya — cleaning out old boxes

while not a chore that happens often, he hates when he has to help his mom clean out boxes of old stuff to throw out or keep

she will go through every little thing, telling him stories about it, and he will sit there pretending to listen while wishing he could just chuck the item at the trash already

#gom #uk #kuroko #kiyoshi #kise #aomine #midorima #murasakibara #akashi #mibuchi #nebuya #hayama #hanamiya #admin neon is aomine

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themurderofcrowscollective · 9 months

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Because I feel like absolute shit...

Have some SoapGhost. Mostly sick Ghost and how he'd refuse to care for himself. Whenever it came to a sickness being spread around the base, normally Ghost would be fine-ish when everyone else is sick and needing time off to stay in bed but as soon as everyone felt incredible, he'd get hit with it like a train. I'm saying his immune system is totally wrecked, he's sneezing and coughing badly like the symptoms of the sickness decided to double up and reign hell on his ass. Normally he'd just pretend to be fine though, like nothing's bothering him but really he's internally wishing he could stay in bed. He just thinks so lowly of himself that he doesn't deserve to be cared for, but fortunately for him, Soap is madly in love with him and cares deeply. So one day while Ghost is taking meds to deal with feeling like total shit, Soap in his stubborn glory picks up Ghost and carries the lump despite his low-effort protests that do absolutely nothing. This happened in the lounge too so Price got to see a smaller man carry a large man built like a brick shithouse bridal style. Firstly, Ghost would be dragged into taking a bath first since he's sweating worse than usual because of him wearing layers and then sent to bed with a good amount of blankets and an ice pack on his head to lower his fever. Soap could've just not cared and leave his ass in the infirmary, but instead, Ghost was carried to his room and cared for. That shit ain't normal to him so during the whole time, Ghost is trying to piece the puzzle together that is Soap's love. The whole time he's sick and bedridden, Soap has been tending to his every need and despite it meaning more work for Gaz and Price, the two don't seem to mind just as long as Ghost is getting properly cared for. Again, this is also odd to Ghost because he never thought anyone would care enough about him. Does Soap ever get sick afterwards? Not really, he's healthier than Ghost so he's as fit as a fiddle. And no, he doesn't leave Ghost's side at all. Once Ghost is all better and he's left feeling tired as shit, Soap requests that the two get the day off for just napping and cuddling so that also happens. Again, Ghost wouldn't know what to do except sleep and eat. yeh

#soapghost

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zvtara-was-never-canon · 9 months

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This is from avatar biblie:

The relationship between Aang and Katara is the emotional heart of the show.

From the moment Aang wakes up in Katara's arm, he is smitten. However, each time Aang displays affection towards Katara, disaster erupts. If Aang takes Katara on private glider flight past a waterfall, they get soaked; and Aang's gifts of flowers cause Katara to sneeze for days. Katara appreciates Aang's gestures, but is not interested in romance. She dotes on him more like a kid she baby-sits rather than a potential love interest. Whatever the reason, Aang loves Katara's attention.

Then why Bryke say Kataang is planned from the beginning if in the Biblie don’t happen that romance?

In the "series bible" Iroh was a twist villain that wanted to ruin Zuko's life. Katara was meant to have a crush on Toph, who was going to be a boy - that ALSO didn't happen. Azula was going to be a boy and older than Zuko. Aang was originally designed as an adult, and was gonna have a robot with him instead of an animal companion. Original ideas are changed/scrapped all the time when writers are starting to plan a story, which is a looooooooong process.

And while there are simmilarities between the first episode and what you just sent me, you can ALSO see differences like the whole "giving Katara flowers that make her sneeze", which did not happen in the show. Meanwhile "their dynamic is the heart of the story" full on states how much these two characters mean to each other, and WAS carried over to the actual show

In the fourth episode of book 1 we see Katara jealous that Aang is focusing only on the attention he gets from the girls of Kyoshi Island. In episode 14 we first see her first consider Aang as a real potential romantic partner. By the start of season 2, SHE suggests that they kiss on the Cave of Two Lovers.

Ember Island Players, the episode that pokes fun at a lot of the stuff about the show, including scrapped ideas (like Toph being a buff dude), it has the whole "Katara thinks of Aang as a little brother" be discussed, with Katara herself telling Aang "I never said that" when he asks her if that's true.

Aang and Katara being interested in each other and eventually getting together WAS planned very early on. Meanwhile Bryke has repeatedly stated they did NOT at all expect anyone to ship Zutara, let alone for it to be so popular.

Just by watching the first episode one could easily guess that Katara and Aang would be endgame. That is early planning, no matter how much Zutarians try to pretend it isn't.

#anti zutara #pro kataang

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kissagii · 2 years

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strange ask, but how do you think aot characters would sneeze? i need to know who has the “dad sneeze”

this idea is so chaotic and i loved writing it! thanks for requesting <3

𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕒𝕠𝕥 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕔𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕤𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕫𝕖

eren: one sneeze and he's done. everyone think's it's weird, and every time he sneezes his friends watch to see if he'll sneeze again. he doesn't. ever.

mikasa: her sneezes are quite dainty. her head shakes a little, and usually has to sneeze a few times in a row. and she's usually apologetic but whoever she's with is just in awe of the cute sneeze

armin: he always has to sneeze at the most inconvenient of times. think the middle of a big meeting. so he tries to suppress it and it ends up coming out as a wonky snort sneeze. it's so embarrassing yet he never stops? (i'm so guilty of this)

jean: he sneezes like a million times in a row. once he gets going he'll be sneezing for a little while. sasha likes to tease him about one time he sneezed ten times in a row during dinner... everybody in the hall was watching him.

sasha: makes a strange face every time she feels a sneeze coming on. it has a tendency to cause a very awkward silence that is broken by either a loud sneeze or a "hmm guess i'm not gonna sneeze after all."

annie: normally? idk. she'll sneeze one or two times then move on with her life. it's not cute or dainty, but it's not outrageous either. if you look shocked because you were expecting something else she'll just glare at you.

reiner: he has horrible seasonal allergies. so for a few months of the year he's just sneezing every other sentence and always carrying tissues with him. his friends carry them too because he runs out often.

hange: they sneeze so aggressively their body shakes. especially if they're sitting in a chair or laying down - their legs shoot up and they lean forward. anyone who witnesses this is left in shock and a bit of worry for their safety.

levi: he sneezes very rarely, and most of the time it's a normal sneeze. but there's that one kind of pollen that just makes his respiratory system freak out and makes him sneeze repetitively and loudly and it's a little scary to see

erwin: the dad sneeze. so loud? and for what? but afterwords he's totally fine and practically pretends it never happened. he 110% uses a handkerchief too, which contributes to the dramatic effect.

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crimeronan · 10 months

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For the princess AU mind adventures.

Raine, Darius and Ever not only grappling with Luz’s nightmare trauma but also her powerful ADHD.

Inner!Luz: it was around then that I realized he didn’t actually- oh hey Amity is in this memory! You know Amity actually sneezed around me once and it sounded almost exactly like a kitten, it was SO cute, but Amity is a professional and this is her job so I didn’t wanna just say anything, so I didn’t, but I think I kind of just ended up… staring? And it sent the wrong message because she’s never sneezed around me again when actually I’d be fine with her sneezing around me way more often-

Darius: Luz, the horrors.

Inner!Luz: Right! The horrors…

this is so funny i'm almost in TEARS. i don't even have anything to add except that i can picture the memories themselves constantly skipping back and forth timeline-wise instead of playing linearly, in a way that gives everyone motion sickness

darius, clearly seasick and pretending not to be: okay. which of these things happened FIRST though.

luz: honestly?? i have no idea.

#replies #my angel. my daughter who i raised #toh #princess luz au #luz noceda #darius deamonne

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v-love · 1 year

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Tissues and Blood (Part 2)

(Dandy x GN!Reader)

Request: “heyy! so, i was thinking about a short fic where the reader is concerned about dandy’s sudden sneezing and allergic reaction through the past few days and the both find out it’s actually dandy’s dust allergies seeing as dora hasn’t been cleaning anything for our infamous man child just to spite him? I THOUGHT OF THIS RANDOMLY AND I THINK IT COULD BE RLLY CUTE? though poor dora when she gets caught though 💀”

This is part two. I had a lot of fun doing this part because I gave Dandy a less whiny appearance. You’ll see why soon!

Warnings: Fear, threats, kidnapping.

Images/GIFS are not mine.

Dandy groans softly as he sits up in bed. He looks around, realizing that he didn’t get to say goodbye to you before you went to work. Groaning softly, he stands and stretches, sneezing again before sighing. “Damn…it’s always something.” He mumbles to himself as he walks to the bathroom, washing himself up. As he looks at himself in the mirror, he frowns. “There’s no way this is pollen. I’ve never had this reaction to it ever…” His frown deepens as he stares at the mirror before starting on his hair. He only had about 5 hours till the doctor came. There’s no harm in being ready a bit early.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Dora is finishing up her cooking to serve to Dandy, having hearing him pad around his room. As she hears him sneeze and groan, a sick smile makes its way to her face. A part of her felt bad since you seemed stressed about Dandy’s allergies. Dora had always liked you. Somewhere in her mind, she felt like confessing to everything and fixing her mistake. She was surprised when you didn’t scold her when you were leaving for work. Maybe you had forgotten. Maybe the scolding would happen later that day. Maybe your mind was occupied with something else.

Dandy makes his way to the dining room, huffing as he sits down. His nose was irritated once again from him sneezing. “Where’s the food?” He says loudly, frowning since everything wasn’t already there when he sat down. Dandy sees Dora rush in and set everything down, not wanting to hear him whine. “Thank you…” he says, side eying her a bit. He hums a bit as he eats, not paying any attention to her as she pretends to dust something. “It’s delicious. You’ve outdone yourself today.” He says before smirking a bit.

“Tell me Dora, why haven’t you been cleaning properly for the past…” he thinks for a second. “Two weeks? Yes about two weeks.” Dandy watches as Dora freezes for just a second before slowly turning around to face him. “I have done everything I’m paid to do, boy.” She says as she places her hands on her hips.

Dandy sniffs a bit and wipes his nose, looking up at her standing form before slamming his hand on the table. She knew he hated being called “boy” since everyone would belittle him that way. A sick smile, matching hers from earlier, twists on his face as he sees her flinch at the action. “You’re a goddamn liar.” He says before having to sneeze. Dandy frowns deeply as he looks back up at her. “You know how I know? You pride yourself in leaving this house spotless but when I was washing up in my bathroom, I saw the dust crust on top of my mirror.”

Dora’s eyes roll at him as she scoffs. “Boy please, just because I miss a spot doesn’t mean I’m slacking.” He laughs before suddenly standing, making his way over to her. Immediately a look of disgust paints her face as she sees him up close. “Wait until-“ suddenly he sneezes on her, both of them staring at each other in shock. “Well…wait until my darling comes home-“

He doesn’t finish his sentence because there was a knock on the door. Dandy sighs in frustration before quickly walking to the door, leaving Dora in a filthy state. “Yes doctor, please come in…” she hears Dandy say. Internally she screams profanities at Dandy before cleaning herself up. Her hands shake in anger and fear as she changes and starts to wash her now soiled uniform.

During the visit, Dr. Rocco informs Dandy that he does in fact have an allergy to dust. The doctor hums as he takes Dandy’s blood pressure. “If I were you, I would fire the maid. This house feels and looks stuffy.” He comments to Dandy as he writes down everything he needs to. “Talk to your partner about it before you do, of course.” Dr. Rocco says and smiles as he packs up his things.

Dandy smiles back and leads him back out the door. “Thank you, doctor. I’ll see you in two days? Same time?” He asks him and watches as Dr. Rocco nods. “Drive safe, sir.” Dandy says and watches his car leave and yours pull up.

As you walk in, Dandy immediately bombards you with information. It didn’t let you put down anything or think about anything else. “Dandy please! I just got home…” you mumble, him quickly shutting himself up. You slowly begin to put things away and settle down.

“She hasn’t been cleaning anything..even the doctor noticed. The allergy I have is from dust, he gave me this to take every night.” Dandy says and watches your reaction. He was surprised that you stayed calm. Too calm for him.

You stand up and reach your hand out to him. “I’m going to let you take care of this. I’m too tired, my love.” You say and watch as his face lights up with a smile. “I’m going to bed…” You mumble and let him kiss your lips gently before taking you upstairs.

Dandy quickly runs down the stairs and starts to search for Dora. “When I find her…” he mumbles and finally sees her in the garden, tending to some flowers. He quietly comes up behind her and covers her mouth. “Scream and I’ll break your neck. You know I can and will.” He whispers in her ear, feeling her body slightly give up on the slight struggle.

He sweats a bit as he ties her up, leaning back and smirking. “When tomorrow comes, I’ll end your suffering. I am your god and you have forgotten your place.” She cries as he gags her, looking up at him in fear. He wipes his nose on his sleeve and smiles evilly. “I’ll see you tomorrow…”

Thank you so much for reading!! Sorry for any mistakes! There will be a part three soon so please be on the look out!!

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rosewould · 2 years

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cynics; jns

part vii

masterlist

words; 8.6k

genre; angst!

warnings; self-destructive behavior, mentions of alcohol, mentions of and implied sex, poor mental health, did I miss anything

preface; a song that goes well with this chapter is 'blue ocean floor' by justin timberlake of all people. also are you guys angry about what mc did in this chapter T___T if so which thing LMAO

In school, Jaehyun was an awkward, spindly kid with an unfortunate haircut. You never batted an eye, you were all pretty unfortunate in high school. But you never noticed just how awkward you were until looking back at pictures stuffed in your closet. Taking a look through that shoebox was like entering a time machine. You hadn’t looked at them in ages. They just made you too sad. And while they still squeeze at your heart, you can’t help but laugh. The fact that the three of you were bullied and still felt confident enough to pose in pictures like this was bizarre.

The two of you drifted apart so vastly that you hadn’t thought to check out his streams. You wonder what he looks like now. Did he fill out and get taller like Johnny? Maybe he even got more attractive. Something he and Johnny would have in common as well. You decide to let yourself be surprised when he came.

While you waited, Jaehyun was downtown waiting as well. He turns when he hears a surprised voice call his name and sees Johnny. His hair is longer and he had a little stubble coming along. He looked completely taken aback by how Jaehyun changed.

“Look who’s not scrawny anymore!” he laughs as the two clasp each other by the hand and pull the other into a half hug. Johnny pulls back, seeming genuinely happy as he smiled.

“I would say the same about you, but you're getting there.” Jaehyun teases.

“Get out of here.” Johnny dismisses the jab. The friends find themselves falling right back to the way things were, feeling natural around each other like no time passed. Laughing and bantering in the corner of Johnny’s local coffee shop. The three of you were inseparable as kids. Your bond wasn’t as strong as you and Johnny’s alone, but it was nothing to sneeze at.

You both considered him your second closest friend. He left before you met Taeyong. Johnny falters for a moment, expression going sour as he considers that might have been for the best. Though Johnny missed him dearly, it would be selfish to wish he were still around to endure this whole shitshow. He wonders if he was given the chance to change the past, would he make Jaehyun stay? Act with the same selfishness that hurt you?

“What’s on your mind? Must be so much.” Jaehyun asks in concern. Johnny sighs, forcing a smile.

“I just wonder what would’ve happened if you didn’t leave every now and then.” Johnny responds, pretending his thoughts were solely fond memories of their friendship.

“The moment I boarded that plane, I was thinking about all the things I was already missing. What if your stream blew up without me? What if you replaced me with another friend?” He gives a short laugh before his face hardens a bit. “But most of all, I kept worrying about if you guys would be okay. I had nightmares one of you got really hurt by Hyojong and Hyuna. I felt like I abandoned you guys.” It was so far in the past, yet Johnny could tell a part of Jaehyun still felt bad. It did get worse right after Jaehyun left, but he doesn’t need to know that.

“You don’t need to worry about us. We did just fine. She was stronger than me, she’s the reason we didn’t have to deal with them any more actually.” Johnny recollects that fateful time. The moment Taeyong came into your lives, things started changing around you. Not Hyojong and Hyuna, they were persistent and thought no one could touch them. After all, they were delinquents, Taeyong was a star student heartthrob. Saying their paths didn’t cross would be an understatement. So they didn’t know who they were dealing with.

After they disappeared from school things started to look up. People didn’t just start acknowledging you and Johnny, no, they were sucking up to you. How common is it for peasants to shoot up to nobility? You actually did it. You made it so that the two of you weren’t afraid to go to school.

He never quite thanked you for that.

“Tell me more, I need to know the events that led to this.” Jaehyun leans forward in intrigue and concern. Johnny nips at his bottom lip. Maybe it’s for the best he doesn’t tell everything.

You set your coffee down and rush to the door at the sound of a knock. Opening the door revealed a man only described in romance novels. Your smile falls as you take in his appearance. “...Jaehyun?”

“I’m a little offended I’m not getting hugged right now.” Jaehyun outstretches his arms with a pretend pout. Though he doesn’t look the same, he sure acts the same. You roll your eyes and hug him, making him drop the pout in favor of a warm smile.

“This is more than a glow up, it’s witchcraft.”

As he pulls away his smile fades slightly as he gets a good look at you. He doesn’t pick fun at your appearance like he did Johnny. You notice his shift in mood and get confused.

“You’re still as beautiful as I remember. Even more beautiful, actually.” You brush off his compliment as if you’re not utterly touched and invite him in. It was sweet on its own, but you could hear how genuine the compliment was. It made you feel warm and fuzzy. Pathetic.

“I would ask you how you’re doing but I’ve already heard from literally everyone else.” He settles next to you on the couch. “Everyone can’t stop raving about you. It makes me so happy to hear you’re doing well.”

“You’re buttering me up.” You say, shyly looking to the side. You go to take a sip from your cup before remembering you have a guest. “You want some coffee?”

“No thanks, I’m all coffee’d out now.” He declines politely. From having coffee with Johnny you presume. You open your mouth to ask about it but decide to let it be.

“You don’t want to know from where? With who?” Jaehyun tilts his head forward to catch your gaze. “You’re not going to ask how meeting your ex was?”

“Oh– seriously Jaehyun cut it out!” You slap his shoulder, pulling a laugh from his chest.

“As if you guys weren’t always on the verge of kissing-”

You find yourself easily manhandling this beautiful man as if time never passed. “I’m gonna fuck you up.” You mutter as you grab his collar.

“Okay! Okay. I’m sorry. That’s like the only explanation that makes sense. If not, then what happened?”

You unhand him and settle back into your spot. He didn’t tell him. You feel yourself start to get worked up. You want to tell Jaehyun every horrible name he called you. Tell him about all the times he called you fat. Tell him how he laughed when those idiots ridiculed you. You feel like you’re right on the edge of ruining his relationship with Jaehyun for good. But you stop.

“Whatever happened I just… he’s not doing well.”

You look over at him, witnessing the playful atmosphere slowly dissipate. “I don’t want to impede on your personal conflict, but it just sucks seeing him like this. He seemed fine at first, I was worried after talking to him on the phone. It sounded like he was just crying.”

You shift uncomfortably. You never thought about how all of this might be affecting him. You wanted to be smug about it. It’s what he deserves, right?

“But after we hung out for a while, he just seems like he slowly started to show signs that he was suffering.”

There was no way you’d tell Jaehyun now. Not when there was still a part of you that wanted to prevent bad things from happening to Johnny. It was so easy for Johnny to push aside your well-being for personal gain. Why can’t you be as selfish?

“I won’t be here forever and I don’t know who else he can trust around here. Do you know anyone that can help?”

“I’m not sure.” You dismiss him quickly. It was a bit cold, but you’ve already had your fill of helping Johnny to last you a year. He should be lucky you’re not airing his ass out. With nothing to fill your thoughts, your mind travels to his lack of support. His parents want nothing to do with him after their huge fight over his career choice. The three stooges are gone. He never liked Taeyong much. Mark made his severed ties public. And you were one of the first to go.

Simply blaming it on karma is a temporary solution to your worries, but in your heart was a subtle pain just noticeable enough. Your mind keeps picturing a desolate Johnny lifelessly ambling around his house.

But you promised yourself going forward you’d invest more time and love for the people who return just as much. Jaehyun traveled here to see you and you’re stressing over a dead man. It was time to get serious.

Today is a special day. You hit five hundred thousand followers last week and the numbers were still climbing at the speed of light. You’ve never been on a podcast before. You’ve never even had connections to streamers outside your group before. Everything is changing so quickly.

“We’re here with the hot topic these days ladies and gentlemen.” The podcast host and co-host smile in your and Mark’s direction. The host was a burly man with a commanding presence, his co-host being his polar opposite. From his higher voice to his tendency to look for approval. “We have two members of the hottest crew on Twitch, the Dreamies. Could you introduce yourselves for us?”

The two of you take turns saying your name and handle before the room filled with light applause. The podcast set was very modest. Instead of feeling stuffy, it made for a more relaxing experience. They showered you and Mark with endless compliments, pouring over your achievements and mentioning your impact on the platform.

“I mean, you guys have a proper fandom.” The co-host notes, “Shipping and all.” Both hosts laugh at the way you cringe at the word.

“Yeah… Mark and I have seen the… art.” They laugh even harder at the way you dodge the word you’re all thinking. Despite the shipping, you have very few complaints. You’re finally getting recognition for your skill, your comments and overall community are less bigoted, and you even got recognized in daily life more. You were investing more in yourself and the universe was rewarding you for it.

“Now, not to dampen the mood, but we have to talk about the ginormous elephant in the room.” The host cuts through your laughter with a serious tone. You look at him questioningly, trying to remember if any of the topics you were briefed on were serious.

“You two used to be in Taeyong’s circle, am I correct?”

Your mouth hangs open, nothing but panicked laughter coming through. You can feel Mark peeking over at you.

“Yeah, but I think we’ve said our piece on the matter.” Mark interjects, trying to shut it down before it even began.

“Well you did, but she didn’t.” The co-host gives you a look as if to suggest you’re hiding something. “She’s been the most quiet despite being one of the most speculated aspects of this debacle.” The host talks to Mark before looking at you. “You were the first one to leave that circle. They weren’t exactly Dreamies level, but they were pretty popular. There had to be a reason you’d risk losing eyes to leave.”

After still only coming up with um’s and awkward laughter the host throws his hands up to surrender. “Hey, don’t feel pressured to answer. I’m just sharing what I found odd.”

“No it’s fine, I just look at what happened behind the scenes as personal.” You finally answer.

“At least give us this, does it have anything to do with these Lucas rumors we’re hearing?”

“Lucas rumors…?” You knit my brows together as you look to them for further deliberation.

“You didn’t hear?” The co-host continues when you shake your head, “Twitter has been exploding because of what other streamers had to say about him. Said he was hard to work with, shit-talked them behind their backs, and would even make degrading comments to their face at times.”

“I didn’t believe it at first, I know he’s getting accused as well but I always thought he was a charismatic guy. After a few people I trusted seconded those accounts my jaw hit the floor. Is that true to your experience?”

Coming out and slandering the boys would be pretty dumb on your part. People are waiting for the chance to lash out at any woman streamer on the rise, and your words could easily be turned against you. But if thinking Lucas is an asshole is the popular opinion, you needed to jump at this opportunity.

“You know what? Yes. Absolutely. All of that rings true. I didn’t want to start drama but if other people are coming forward the damage is already done.”

“Yeah, Lucas was definitely a huge jerk.” Mark adds. As you and Mark share a look, you take a guess you share the same thought as well. What about the others?

“So then I was right? That’s the reason you left?” The host leans forward with a hopeful look. No, not entirely was the correct answer. There were three more reasons you left. However, adding more details was potentially messy. Here you had a clean way to get somewhat justice for what happened to you. Plus, to suddenly start bashing everyone could paint you as spiteful and disingenuous.

“Yup. That’s the reason.”

For the rest of the interview you can sense that Mark has something to say to you. It doesn’t surprise you that he’s turning to face you as soon as the cameras are off.

“Why did you lie?” He whispers.

“I didn’t lie.” You reply nonchalantly.

“Lucas was not why you left.”

“He was one of ‘em.” You shoot him a look that communicates how little you want to have this conversation before standing up. Mark follows you all the way out of the studio.

“You know they’re looking for more people for their group now, right? Meaning more people for them to break down.”

“I’m,” You stop, letting the information fully develop in your brain before continuing. “If that does happen then that’s really upsetting-”

“If?” Mark asks incredulously.

“It’s my choice to come forward about the shit that happened to me.” You stop walking and raise your voice. You peer around nervously at the people glancing at you.

“It didn’t just happen to you, though! They treated me horribly as well! And it only got worse after you left. Hell, Lucas, Doyoung, and YangYang even gave Johnny a hard time.”

“What?!” The exclamation comes out before you even process it. Their best friend? The one they used to laugh it up with?

“Yes! Why else do you think I left?”

“I don’t know, because of the way they treated your friend?”

Mark’s face untenses immediately, his mouth falling open in shock. Mortification takes root before he drops his head with a sigh.

“Do you think I didn’t notice your little awkward laughs?”

“I… ah fuck- I’ve been meaning to apologize for that. I was so scared they’d lash out at me if I spoke out.”

“Well,” You exhale sharply and drop your shoulders. “I guess we both have selfish reasons for our decisions.” You turn and continue walking to Mark’s car. You hope that was the last of that conversation, that it’s all out of his system now.

When he enters the driver's side he sits in silence for a beat before turning to you. “I’ve only known you for two years or so, but I still somewhat witnessed how they beat you down.”

You sigh loudly, sinking into your chair.

“There’s some bright-eyed small streamer in line to be crushed in the same way.” He hesitates before continuing, “I know what you’re afraid of.”

You look over at him cautiously.

“You’re afraid people are going to turn against you, or that you’ll somehow fuck things up. That seed of doubt wasn’t planted by you. I felt the same way, it was the reason I sat dormant for so long. Then that night happened where the boys came to “apologize”. I thought I overheard them plotting in the car but brushed it off. Then I saw YangYang making a move on you and I couldn’t ignore it anymore.” Mark taps his index finger against the steering wheel.

“I stopped doubting myself when it felt like it was getting out of hand. I mean, they already destroyed your sense of self, and now they were ready to do more damage? It seemed inhumane.” Mark stops, his eyes wandering. He felt uncomfortable with your silence but pressed on nonetheless. With a sigh, he starts the engine.

“I just don’t think people should get away with stuff like that.”

Jaehyun had been insisting to meet up with Johnny every day. They would go from place to place, but never home.

“We can go to your hotel if that’s what you’d like.” Johnny shrugs, avoiding eye contact.

“That is not what I mean. And what do you mean my hotel.” Jaehyun shifts uncomfortably on the hard bench. He could not understand why they were at a park right now. If there were a place that could be described as “not their scene”, the first place Jaehyun would think of would be a park. Jaehyun thinks for a moment before looking at Johnny confusedly.

“Johnny, are you staying at a hotel?”

Johnny anxiously swirls his vending machine coffee. If he said no Jaehyun would see right through him. He also didn’t want Jaehyun to be offended that he kept that from him. So he just stares into the steaming hot liquid in his cup.

“Why don’t we go to your hotel?” Jaehyun manages to pull Johnny’s head out of his coffee. Johnny laughs humorlessly and shakes his head.

“Nah, there’s not much to see there. Let’s just go to yours.”

Jaehyun’s hotel is definitely a lot nicer than Johnny’s motel, though that’s not a high bar to reach. The state of Johnny’s living arrangement worried Jaehyun, judging by the loaded silence after Johnny insisted to go to Jaehyun’s.

Thankfully, that feeling quickly subsided after one dunk of Johnny’s head into the water. Johnny springs up with a strong gasp before roughhousing ensued. They were the only two at the pool, so they were free to revert to their childish antics as they pleased. For a sweet moment, Johnny was able to stop worrying. He could just focus on the way the surface of the water crashed against his body before he was submerged. Everything else was muted as he sank to the bottom, encased in a personal bubble.

It was serene.

He and Johnny got out to rest in the hot tub nearby. They could relax there for a moment before going to his room to play video games.

“So tell me about this Taeyong fella.” Jaehyun requests as he settles into the water with a grunt. Johnny feels like someone threw ice over his head at the mention of his name. Johnny had just mentioned in passing that he was the reason everything was better for him. He wasn’t looking to expand on that since the details were locked behind a wall preventing him from completely losing it.

“He’s just helped us since around the time you left. It was kind of a “scratch my back I’ll scratch yours” type of thing.”

“I see. How did you guys scratch his?” Jaehyun wades his hands in the water before looking at Johnny. He looks up as he thinks. He never put much thought into how they helped Taeyong. He just always described it as mutually beneficial. Taeyong extending a helping hand to you and Johnny always felt like charity work.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you didn’t have to do much. He always seemed very kind. Me and Dejun were talking about how he’s one of the only good-natured large streamers.” Jaehyun smiles to himself before peering at Johnny again. His smile falls when he sees his face. “What’s wrong?”

Taeyong wasn’t a good person. Johnny learned that very quickly. The way he led you on while discreetly insulting you when he thought Johnny couldn’t hear. The way he ignored, downplayed, and even laughed at the toxic behavior around him. All while painting himself as this altruistic angel who looked down on all the immoral people he was surrounded by. But he wasn’t looking down on Johnny and the others. He was using them to make himself look better. That’s why he helped them in high school. He was already seen as a saint, but that act of kindness boosted his status even more.

“Hey. Is everything okay?” Jaehyun shakes Johnny by his shoulder but he remains in his dazed state.

“Let’s go to the bar.”

While it was nice to see Taeyong again, the way Nayeon was smiling at you was making you uncomfortable. You shifted awkwardly in your seat as you let out a small laugh to fill the silence.

“What brings the two of you here today?”

“Why so formal? I’ve only known you forever.” Taeyong laughs before looking at Nayeon. Nayeon laughs as well, as best as she can fake it through her clear unease.

“Right, right. Mark told me you asked him to come back to the group, so I’m assuming that’s why you’re here.” You look a little let down when Taeyong makes a face as if he’s been caught. After everything Taeyong has done for you you feel bad about turning him down. You have a great thing going. You’re doing what makes you happy, moving to a new chapter in your life. Regressing to the past didn’t fit what you had in mind.

“Guilty. You know I kicked out those three assholes. There’s not only a nicer atmosphere but a lot more space now.”

“Yeah, about that…”

“I don’t know about you, but I feel so relieved now that they’re gone.” Nayeon adds, placing her hand on Taeyong’s legs. Your disdain for Nayeon had fizzled out a while ago. They seem happy and have been together for a few months now. It was time to grow up and get over this crush. In saying that, something about what she just said made you scowl unintentionally. She seemed pretty close to them when they were here, and now that they’re being dragged by the media she’s against them?

Before you can voice your suspicions, Taeyong is pulling her hand off his lap and placing it on her own. “Didn’t you say you needed to use the bathroom?” The venom in his words makes Nayeon frown, looking at him in confusion. It even catches you off guard. “But you said-”

“You should hurry to the bathroom.” He almost demands. She looks hurt as she agrees. Taeyong was here, smiling and cracking jokes, but there was something forced about it. When you watch him smile, it doesn’t feel too dissimilar to how he usually is. You can’t tell if he’s acting weird right now or if you’re just now picking up on how he’s always been. You get a bitter taste in your mouth and grimace.

“Taeyong, everything okay?” You ask once Nayeon is closed within the bathroom. Taeyong just smiles wider and pats the seat next to him. You quickly move to sit beside him with a worried look on your face.

“Please don’t look so concerned! I’m fine, I just feel like we haven’t been able to hang out recently.” Taeyong throws his arm on the couch behind you. You’re naturally leaning closer to him, it was a habit you never kicked. Being in his proximity let the little girl with a lingering crush loose. It was bittersweet to bask in his presence but remember that it’s all you’ll get.

There were so many ‘almosts’ and ‘maybes’. You just wondered why after all these years that nothing happened. You could feel that he felt something too.

“Look at you, so cute when something is bothering you.” He slides his hand across your jaw before lifting your chin to look at him. You savor every moment of contact as you look at him through your eyelashes. “Tell me.”

Both Johnny and Jaehyun got better with age, but Taeyong was on a different level. When you saw him in school, you thought an angel had descended and graced you with his presence. Longing gazes at him took up the majority of your time in any class you shared. You stared at pictures of him for hours in the comfort of your bedroom. In your mind, there was no way he could get any better. He was the definition of the perfect man. He only got more handsome while still somehow managing to look like he hadn’t aged at all. He was an enigma. One that was always just out of reach.

If all these things were true, why did you ever get your hopes up to begin with? By dating Nayeon, he’s made it clear how he likes his women. Why would someone hailed as an adonis waste his time on you?

All this success and you were still questioning your worth.

“I’m sorry, I think you should go-”

“Why?” Taeyong drops his arm onto your shoulder and hugs you closer. You were close enough to feel his breath fanning your face. Jungwoo had been too busy to keep you company. For two weeks you’d been laying awake in a cold bed, trying and failing to get yourself off.

You were showered by love on a daily basis, online and in real life. Jaehyun is even back to pitch in. Why couldn’t you just be happy about that? You bite your quivering lip as you grab his face and stare into his eyes.

“Because I’m about to do something stupid, and the consequence might just kill me.” You reveal quietly.

It felt like dozens of tiny needles were puncturing your heart, pushing in deeper with each moment that passes. Your brain goes fuzzy as he presses his lips to yours. There’s a ringing in your ear. The sound of Nayeon leaving the bathroom and promptly leaving your house and slamming the door is muffled. You close your eyes and fade into the kiss.

You feel weightless as he carries you to your bedroom. Pulling away from the kiss feels like losing oxygen. It’s all worth it when you drown in his brown eyes, hopelessly sinking to the bottom.

Mentally, Johnny is drowning as well. Downing drinks until the room starts spinning. You both float, bodies feeling totally numb. Ears plugged with white noise. It’s serene that way. Whether they were trying to block out their destructive thoughts or high on a feeling they’ve craved for years. It was serene.

That morning you wake up to a warm bed.

Johnny wakes up with an extended groan at his throbbing headache. His plasticky pillows were actually quite plush. His covers are nice too. They’re hard to enjoy with his brain pounding against his skull. He reluctantly sits up, taking in his surroundings. He’s not in his motel room. He looks around frantically before finding Jaehyun on the ground with a spare comforter and pillow. He makes a disappointed noise before standing up and nudging him with his foot.

“Hm.”

“Get on the bed.”

“It’s fine.”

“I’m leaving anyway.”

Jaehyun sits up with a stretch and yawn before scratching his head. “I’ll drive you.”

“Fine.”

The car ride is quiet. Each time he looks over at Jaehyun he looks like something’s on his mind.

“Do you remember what you told me last night?”

“Oh god.” Johnny plants his face in his palm with a groan.

“You told me you really hurt her.”

Johnny halts before slowly bringing his head back up. The car rumbles as it drives, slightly shaking the two men as they sit in silence. Johnny could lie, but why else would he say something like that? Drunk or not.

“The longer you and her stay quiet about what happened, the more worried I get. I’m trying to give you guys your privacy but I’m fucking freaking out. If you two just drifted apart, I wouldn’t mind. I mean, I’d be a little bummed, but that’s it. What’s worrying me is that something bigger might have happened.” Jaehyun grumbles, struggling with one particular thought. “Or that one of you did something bad.”

Johnny feels nauseous all of a sudden. Something disgusting swirls in his belly as he rolls the windows down. The air doesn’t help the building nausea.

“I can tell you’re remorseful over it, so if you tell me I won’t hate you. I know you’d never purposefully hurt someone.”

“Pull over.” Johnny barely gets out as bile fills his cheeks.

On the side of the road, Johnny keels over and vomits into the patchy green and yellow grass. He retches and retches until all the alcohol is gone from his system. Until all the painful reminders are as vivid as they usually are.

Dropping Johnny off, Jaehyun can finally see how he’s been living. The large motel sign has half its lights dimmed or completely broken. Sparks spray from the back of the poorly supported sign.

“Did you get kicked out of your home?”

“No, I can’t be there right now.”

“Is there any better alternative than this?” Jaehyun catches up to him as he walks toward the grimy building. Johnny kicks at the ground.

“It’s better this way.” He grumbles. “Easier.”

Jaehyun doesn’t know nor does he need to, but he doesn’t plan on sleeping there tonight anyway. He’ll get drunk and probably pass out there or in his car.

Many, many shots in Johnny is past the room spinning. His eyes are closed more than they’re open. They feel heavy, like there are weights hanging from his eyelashes. Of course he didn’t register someone calling his name and nudging him. Soon the nudging pulls him out of his numb state and he groans.

“Let me take you home alright? Actually home.”

“No!” Johnny screams, disrupting everyone in the bar. He couldn’t care less, he just rests his head on the bar and resists whoever is tugging him.

“You were serious? I thought you were just threatening me. Who was here?” You smirk mischievously at the puzzled man before you.

“It’s not just “who was here” but “who’s gonna be here again tonight”.” You wiggle your eyebrows as Jungwoo’s jaw drops.

“Who?!” Jisoo pipes in.

You bite your lip, trying to build more suspense, but you end up blurting it out. “Taeyong!”

Both of them express utter shock before worry. You roll your eyes. “Guys! He was always the nice one.”

It was no secret that Jisoo and Jungwoo hated most of the people in that group, but they did conceal their distrust of Taeyong. There were no overt signs he was harmful, but he also made no effort to try and stop the torment. What Jungwoo and Jisoo did and what Mark is now doing are the only correct responses to what they put you through. Not giggling and only speaking up when it’s gone too far.

He was the only one out of the group that Jisoo properly met. He came up, introduced himself, and talked about how much of a pity it was that the others pushed you out of the group. Jisoo will never forget how you reacted after she shared that conversation.

“He said that?!”

It was like you were touched, but more than that, it was like you weren’t certain he felt that way. He made it clear to Jisoo that he completely condemned their actions, but not the person it happened to? His supposed good friend?

“Oh, and I noticed you guys still don’t follow him. You can refollow him now, that incident was ages ago anyway.”

“I don’t know, I’m not too sold on Taeyong just yet.” Jungwoo mumbles.

“Me neither.”

“Guys!” You exclaim desperately. You know they won’t hear any of it but you try nonetheless. You sigh despondently. “I’m happy.”

Jungwoo and Jisoo feel the same dismay and guilt. Things are really looking up for you recently which is an argument for both sides. Finally dating Taeyong after years of a one-sided crush is like a cherry on top of your recent success. However, that could all come toppling down if Taeyong breaks your heart. Neither of them have proof Taeyong is malicious, but they do know you. And they know part of you sees this as proving your worth.

“You have so much going for you right now and you should be proud. Sure, the Dreamies boosted your audience, but your personality and skill are all you. You should be proud.” Jisoo smiles with a nod. That surely wasn’t the response you were expecting. You were proud of yourself. You were also proud of finally getting with Taeyong. You wished you could say both of those things without your confidence faltering.

“Thank you.” Your phone rings as soon as you finish speaking. You pick it up and smile. “It’s Jaehyun!”

Jisoo and Jungwoo hope their sighs of relief aren’t obvious.

“Hey!”

“Hey…” Jaehyun sounds apprehensive. “Am I intruding on anything?”

It was getting late, so Jungwoo and Jisoo were probably about to head out. “No, why”

“Are you sure you’re not busy? I really don’t want to bother.”

“It’s fine! What is it?” You chuckle. Jaehyun sighs, you can hear faint music and some sort of groaning.

“Okay, I wouldn’t ask this of you if it wasn’t an emergency. I don’t know anyone else in this city.”

“Emergency?”

Jisoo and Jungwoo watch with increased interest as you listen and give answers too vague to gauge what’s going on. “Okay, see you soon.”

“What was that?” Jisoo scoots closer to ask. You bite the inside of your cheek before peering up at her.

“You’re not gonna like it.”

Jaehyun met the three of you in the parking lot, looking immediately relaxed upon seeing you. “Thank god you’re here.”

He guides you toward the large man slumped over on the bar. You feel a twinge of a bad feeling. Not in a foreboding sense, just in the sense that you didn’t like seeing your old friend like this. Clearly Jaehyun didn’t either judging by the worry you could sense from across the room. He was a second away from a breakdown.

“I just- I tried to get some people at the bar to help carry him to the car, but he kept fighting us off. Everyone gave up and I just don’t know what to do.” Jaehyun exhales slowly as he clasps his hand over his head. You could tell he meant the last part in more ways than one. He’s not stressed from this one night, this must be a culmination of all the worry built up over the duration of his visit.

“Okay.” Jungwoo looks down at Johnny pitifully as he places his hands on his hips. “I’ll help get him into your car, ___ will give you directions, and then– will you be able to carry him into his house?” He turns to you and you nod.

“I think I can manage.”

“I don’t want to go home.” Johnny drones before a childish whine. Jaehyun beckons the three of you toward the edge of the bar.

“He’s been staying in this gross motel and refuses to go home. I don’t know why he’s doing this, but I think this is why he’s struggling against me.” He whispers.

“How long has he been living in a motel?” Jungwoo asks in disbelief.

“I don’t know, I just found out yesterday. I wondered the same thing but he would never tell me.” Jaehyun shakes his head regretfully.

As if sensing how you were feeling, Jisoo and Jungwoo peer over at you. Jaehyun notices and looks at you as well. You close off your posture, feeling uncomfortably seen.

“Okay, well if he struggles too much, maybe we can wait until he passes out?” Jisoo suggests with a grimace. It was seeming like the only solution.

“Or we can just knock him out right now.” Jungwoo mutters before snorting. Jisoo elbows his arm, making him look at Jaehyun’s unamused expression. Jungwoo clears his throat. “Juuust joking.” He forces an awkward laugh. “But yeah, maybe we should wait ‘til he passes out.”

“Let’s try to carry him to the car one more time before trying that plan.”

Jungwoo nods and Jaehyun nods back. They make their way to Johnny, Jaehyun lifts his legs while Jungwoo supports his upper half.

“No! Just leave me here! I’ll sleep here!”

“No, you won’t.” The bartender quickly shuts down.

Johnny begins the wriggle and the men tighten their grip. Johnny frees one of his hands and flails it around to try and hit Jungwoo in the face. “I’ve been waiting for an excuse to punch you motherfucker.” Jungwoo grits out so only he can hear. Johnny takes a moment to look up at him. He laughs dryly.

“You’re the guy from the photo.” He says with a crooked smile. He stops to think. He’s here and he’s your friend, does Jaehyun know him? Do they all hang out without him? No, Jaehyun would tell him about that. So the only other explanation would be you coming here. He cranes his neck up as far as he can. When he does he sees you there in all your glory. You look good just like the last time he saw you. It’s nice to see you consistently dressing up again. He wonders if your personality had gone back to normal yet. Then you turn your body away from him and put your head down. He must not be drunk enough because he could feel how much that stung.

He had stopped to think about you for so long that suddenly he was in Jaehyun’s car.

Jungwoo shuts the car door before immediately moving to where Jisoo is consoling you. You sigh and shut your eyes as you see him approach. “I’m okay, guys.”

“I know how hard it is to see him like this.” They both pull you into a hug, leaving unspoken how sad it is you still care about him. You watch as they get back into Jisoo’s car and drive away before deciding to board Jaehyun’s. The air is tenser than you expect. You clear your throat as you buckle your seatbelt.

“I’m leaving tomorrow.” Jaehyun breaks the silence only for it to resume soon after. Instead of continuing he just starts the car. You know he wants to ask you to keep an eye on him after he leaves.

“Your friends don’t seem to like him.” Jaehyun remarks, trying to be lighthearted but the worry is too potent.

“Yeah. I think Jungwoo actually hates him.” You trail off, realizing how cold you sound. It’s true, though. Did he want you to think it was unfortunate? You’ve made it clear where you stand.

“I could tell. He threatened him twice in one sitting. I don’t think he knows I heard the second one.” That earns a chuckle out of both of you. “What’s this I hear about you being in a relationship?”

You look over at Jaehyun confusedly. “Huh?”

“One of my streamer friends heard you were in a relationship. Is that not true?”

Who would’ve said such a thing? Was it Taeyong? You didn’t want to risk looking crazy by telling everyone he was your boyfriend.

“I mean, I’m trying to get there.” You shrug and he punches your shoulder.

“That’s great news! It was only a matter of time before someone snatched you up. Was it that guy from the bar?”

Johnny was drunk, not deaf. It was not polite to talk about someone when they’re right behind you. But it’s not like Johnny’s ear wasn’t perked up, though.

“No, he’s just a friend. Do you know Taeyong?”

Both Jaehyun and Johnny freeze. Johnny is forced to remember what he was drinking to forget. If there was anyone who’d be hurt by the realization he’d come to, it was you. And now you had pain on a different level to experience. He’s sure you were going to fall in love with Taeyong. He laughs bitterly.

“Fucking Taeyong.”

You roll your eyes.

“He’s been acting a little weird since I brought him up yesterday.” Jaehyun lowers his voice.

“That’s because he’s been jealous of him for years.” You say loud enough for him to hear, even peering at him in the rearview mirror. Johnny gets visibly defensive, unlike the last time the two of you spoke when he was tucking you into bed, acting all hurt. This must be how he really feels.

“Is that why you think I hate that man? Because I’m jealous of how cool he is?” Johnny condescends with his words slurring together.

“What other explanation could there be?”

“I don’t know, that he’s a fucking piece of shit? But no, you never considered that. Not precious little Taeyong. Not even when he was laughing while you got shit on. But no, he doesn’t catch flack for that.”

“And who was shitting on me?” You turn your body to stare straight into his eyes. He falters for a split second but you catch it.

“Guys, please!” Jaehyun begs.

“Go ahead! Tell him! I’m sure he put the pieces together already anyway.”

You gear up to do it. This will be it. It could potentially ruin their relationship for good.

Then he’d have no one.

You gulp, settling back in your seat. Jaehyun looks between the two of you, waiting for someone to say something. “I have been going crazy this entire trip trying to figure out what the hell happened. Can someone please throw me a bone?” Jaehyun didn’t want to hear if Johnny really fucked up, but not knowing was killing him as well.

“Just forget it. Turn left here.” You mumble, pointing to the street Jaehyun was approaching.

“He’s going to hurt you bad.” Johnny speaks up again, sounding more distraught than before. You force yourself not to look at him.

“You don’t know anything.” You start bouncing your leg and opt to ignore him. He’s a drunken idiot. You just needed to help get him home and get this over with. Then you could go on with your lives.

“You realize this is the Hyuna situation all over again, right?”

Your leg stops shaking.

“What the hell, Johnny?” Jaehyun peers at him through the mirror to find that there are tears streaming down his face. “I’m serious, what the hell is going on here?!” Jaehyun didn’t know what Johnny was referring to, but you knew exactly what he meant.

“You can’t seriously compare Taeyong to her? He shouldn’t have laughed but that’s nothing compared to what she did.” You breathe out, crossing your arms over your chest.

“Do you not remember comparing me to them? In fact, calling me worse than them? I’m not even saying it about you like you did to me, and you’re acting like you’re hurt?” You try to quip back but he’s sitting up and cutting you off. “You must be elated, right? What did you say that night, that you liked that I felt bad? Well I’m in so much pain that I want to fucking die.”

Jaehyun pulls over before parking the car. He rests his head on the steering wheel. Of all the things he expected to do during this visit, crying was not one of them. “Jae…” You reach over and rub his back but he shakes his head.

“I’m fine. I think you guys need to get this out of your system. I just… I just need a moment.”

God, look at you. You’re not even drunk so what’s you’re excuse? Arguing with someone so belligerent while your friend expresses over and over how you guys’ behavior is hurting him.

“I’m sorry Jaehyun.”

He sniffles before taking the car out of park and continuing to drive. The rest of the ride is silent save for your quiet directions. When you make it to his house is when Johnny speaks up again.

“I’m not going in there.”

The two of you ignore him and get out of the car. “Did you hear me?! I’m not getting out!” His muffled screaming becomes clear once you open the backseat door.

“Come on Johnny.” You say exasperatedly as you grab his torso. You hold him as tightly as you can as you pull him out of the car. Jaehyun swiftly grabs his legs. As you start to carry him you quickly realize something is very wrong. He isn’t just wriggling away like he did at the bar.

“Get off of me!” There is vivid panic in his eyes and voice. It sounds like his screams are ripping at his throat. “Let me go!”

The two of you hold his limbs tight and try to get him inside his house as quickly as possible. Every second watching him thrash desperately slashes at your chest. You feel close to just dropping him, but you’re almost there anyway. Why is he resisting so violently?

“I think we should stop-”

“We’re almost there buddy. You need to rest.” Jaehyun pleads with the man but he’s inconsolable. The neighbors would probably think you were kidnapping the poor man. Shit, were you? He’s clearly communicating he doesn’t want to go home. You’ve seen drunk tantrums. What happened at the bar was a drunk tantrum. This was something else.

“Let me fucking go!”

“Johnny what the hell is wrong with you?!” You shout hysterically. He looks up at you with bleary eyes, blubbering for you to just let him go.

When you get to his house and check the doorknob, it’s unlocked. What is going on with him? As soon as you step in the doorway you both gently place him down. The stench makes your eyes water. You cough as you pinch your nose. The stink wasn’t as bad as the feeling in your gut that something was gravely wrong.

Johnny immediately curls into himself and sobs uncontrollably. He rocks back and forth through his hysterics and all you and Jaehyun can do is watch in horror. You crouch down beside him as tears begin pouring down your own face. You can’t form any thoughts. You just watch helplessly as someone you love breaks down completely after you forced him to do something he didn’t want to.

“I-I just thought he was drunk, I didn’t know…” Jaehyun breathes.

You raise a shaky hand toward Johnny’s head, deliberating for a long time. After deciding, you slowly inch your hand to rest on his hair. It takes you a second to become steady but his sobbing starts to ease up. It was hard to hold your grudge when all you could see in front of you was a flashback to a young, scared Johnny. One who you were used to soothing.

“Everything will be okay.” You whisper shakily. He looks up at you with glassy, tired eyes. He looks the slightest bit relieved. His eyes flutter shut, and for a moment things finally feel peaceful. Then his red eyes open again as if he came to a worrying realization.

“Do you hate yourself because of me?” He asks weakly.

You bite your lip and look away. You can’t bear to look at him as you shake your head. He sniffles and hiccups as you continue to pet his head.

In your living room you can still hear Johnny crying. You just hope he can’t hear you. Jaehyun’s soft voice comforts him as you grip your cover and cry quietly.

In the morning Jaehyun was getting ready to leave. He comes to wake you to say goodbye. You give him a tight, lengthy hug before patting his back.

“Drive safe.” You say hoarsely. Jaehyun clenches his eyes shut, knowing it was because you were crying. He didn’t want to wake Johnny, he desperately needed the rest. He did want to ask you to hug Johnny for him, but he noticed how hesitant you were to even touch his head.

Do you hate yourself because of him? Why did he have to leave…

He’ll definitely have to check in on you two more often after he leaves. Maybe he could somehow piece together what the hell happened while he was gone. What started out as reminiscing on the good times and hanging out like nothing ever changed turned into a nightmare. Were you guys right about the Hyuna and Hyojong comparison? God no, Jaehyun didn’t even want to go down that path.

Jaehyun kisses you on the forehead before leaving.

You sit at your dining room table and stare at the back of the sofa. When was the last time Johnny slept over your house? When was the last time you even spent this much time together? Oh, right.

As you finish up your coffee, he slowly rises from the couch clutching his forehead. He looks around confusedly before standing up.

“Good morning.” You grumble.

He whips around to face you, looking to be embarrassed when he realizes where he was. “God fucking dammit- I’m so sorry you had to deal with me.”

“It’s fine.” You say quietly. After that night it was like something was permanently lodged in your heart, causing a sharp pain that never seems to go away. You’d go through a hundred nights with the toothpick than ever go through that again. That’s the same thing you said when he broke down in school. Yet here you are.

Johnny straightens out his clothes and wordlessly heads toward the door. “Stay.” You say loud enough to stop him. “Have some coffee. You don’t have to rush.”

“It’s fine, I can buy some-”

“I know you don’t have a place to stay.”

He stops, his mouth hanging open before it snaps shut.

“You can sleep on my couch until you figure it out.”

Johnny felt undeserving, but also completely drained. So he sits across from you as you silently drink coffee. It was harder now to suppress his deep fears. He hurt you, and there was no one left to distract or enable him. He had to face it now. Face you.

“I’m a bad person, I’ve come to terms with that.” Johnny speaks in a low voice. “I’m sorry for the things I put you through, for the way I made you see yourself.”

“I don’t think so.” You say before taking your last sip of coffee. He looks up inquisitively. “That you’re a bad person.” You stand up to wash out your mug. “Bad friend, definitely.”

Johnny looks down before nodding. “I just think you made bad decisions. A bad person wouldn’t feel a thing after doing what you did.” You set the mug in the cupboard before turning to look at his back.

“I understand now how much it destroyed you.” Your voice becomes unstable all of a sudden. He keeps his back turned toward you. You get a thought to soothe him again but retract your hand.

“I haven’t felt like this in a long, long time.” He admits with a slight quiver in his words.

“I know. I just always assumed you were stronger now. After last night it really felt like it was true. That I never really helped either of us.”

Johnny stands from the table abruptly before turning to face you. “You went through all of this for me. Even after all I put you through, you let me into your home. You’re almost too kind.”

You exhale amusedly at that, looking to the side. “Soft, more like.”

“No. There’s nothing soft about making a positive difference in someone’s life. You didn’t make YangYang, Doyoung, or Lucas the way they are. Everything bad that happened was either out of your hands or my fault.” He steps forward, looking intently into your eyes as he pats his chest. You smile, not feeling this way toward Johnny in a while. “You’re right, I did bad things. I made a negative impact on people’s lives. I was selfish.” Johnny looks away, eyes heavy with remorse.

“You were, that’s true, but it’s never too late to start impacting people positively.”

Johnny gives you an intrigued look while you give him a bittersweet one. You can still hear the demons in your head. And they still have his voice.

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