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mehidktbh · 2 years

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"I made you're favourite."

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Fem!Reader

Summary: You catch the disease that's spreading throughout the prison and you've been forced to quarantine with the others.

Warning: Reader coughs a bit of blood, blood, mentions of turning, throwing up/vomiting, Daryl gives the reader a comforting hug, he's so cute, established relationship and fluff (Angst?)

A/N: This is during season 4

The sound of coughing can be heard through the cell block, to people throwing up and coughing you continue to lay down on the hard mattress, looking up at the other bunk bed and thinking. Thinking about what it would be like to be outside, helping Rick with the farming or helping Beth with Judith. But instead your stuck in the small cell only you and your thoughts, a blanket wrapped tightly around you. Even if you wanted to move around you were too scared too, the thought of someone turning haunted you every night, you slept every night with one eye open.

You looked to the corner of the cell, noticing your pile of clothes starting to make a mountain with a cup of tea placed right on top. Hershel must have left you a cup while you were asleep, you heard everyone got one and that it would "help" you. Looking at the steaming cup you eventually stumbled out of bed, throwing the blankets aside and trying hard to stand up.

You wobbled and stumbled over to the corner of the cell, groaning and coughing as you held it in your hand, looking down at the steamy liquid. Sitting back down on the bed you began to drink it, it passed your throat and suddenly the taste hit you. With this sickness, you couldn't taste much but with the random flavour hitting you all your mind could think about was throwing up. Throwing the cup down on the floor in an instant you turned around and began to throw up in the toilet, your hands gripping the wall to the toilet itself.

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Sitting on the edge of your bed you began to think about Daryl, how much you miss him and that all you want to do is hold him in your arms. You miss his sweet touches and soothing voice, so protective and charming. Even if he didn't show it through physical attraction you still appreciated him, he'd get you little treats and trinkets from his runs. That's why hiding in all of your clothing was a jumper with pockets that zipped up on both sides, they were filled with little gifs. And some nights you'd grip onto it, fiddling around with the objects as you tried to drift away to sleep.

"Hey." A familiar voice snapped you out of your train of thought, turning your head around you see Daryl leaning up against the entrance of your cell. A bowl in his hand, you smiled. Daryl's heart lit up, seeing you there still alive and still smiling only made his day better, he dreaded the thought of coming to check up on you only to see the worst.

"Daryl..." You whispered, "You're not supposed to be in here" He shook his head, his hair flopped as it stuck to his face and neck. He began to slowly walk towards you, making sure to keep his distance but still within touching distance. "I made you're favourite." His dark voice was muffled against the black bandana he was wearing, it hugged his face perfectly and for a second you could almost see his smile forming through it. "Aw, you didn't-" You started to cough, trying hard to cover your mouth with your hand. A speck of blood didn't go unnoticed by Daryl as you sat your hand back down on the bed. "You didn't have to Daryl" He looked back up to you, looking into your eyes and down to your pale lips, cracked but still plumped.

"Yes, I did. Been worryin' about ya' all day" He handed over the lightly steaming bowl, the sight of the steam coming from out of the bowl brought back memories. You weakly grabbed the bowl, your fingers ghosting over Daryl's, his heart pounding out from his chest. Butterflies flew through you, looking down at the thick soup the smell faintly tickled your nose. "Need somethin' else?" He questioned, looking at you concerned but still comforting to you. "Wish I could give you a hug..." You giggled, Daryl laughing silently too.

The sound of the bed creaking, rattling against the concert walls the sound echoed through the cell block, the coughing could only drown it out before it filled up the whole block. "M'gonna go check on Glen," You nodded, "C'mere." But before you could push away Daryl he had you trapped against him, his muscular arms wrapped around your waist. Normally hugs were a bit awkward with Daryl but the way his head was tucked in your neck could speak a thousand words, his tight and comforting hug was all that you needed. So tight it felt like he was scared that the second he lets go you would disappear. But it all felt too sad like you wanted to sob right in his arms but now it hurt even more to cry and you didn't want to put more stress on Daryl than he already had.

#daryl dixon x female reader #daryl dixon x you #daryl dixon x y/n #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon #twd #the walking dead daryl #the walking dead #the walking dead fic #the walking dead x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon fic #norman reedus

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ramcharantitties · 4 months

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Can i get some reassurance from RRR Ram? Your other women fic broke me. Please 🙏😭

HAGSHSJS My late night thoughts are heartbreaking sorry.

Other Woman part 2

You couldn't sleep. It was freezing. The blanket provided no warmth, no matter how many times you wrapped it around your body and cuddled in. It was about to be six, the sunlight gone two hours ago. You wished winter to go away. Why does winter have to come anyways? You wished it would be summer or fall or spring the whole time, the golden Sun always evident and the clouds white and fuzzy. The green trees or brown leaves swaying, and you didn't have to huddle under heaps of clothes to feel a tad bit warm. You sniffled and coughed, feeling dizzy. A flu in winters, it gives you enough body pain. But there was no more pain in your heart. It has been four months since that... incident. You sneezed, blowing in your small towel. There was no one around to get you any tea or soup, to give warmth.

You won't stop shivering, your teeth clattering. You knew you would settle down in a while, but still it was too cold to even peak your finger out.

Neighbours asked when Ram didn't come home for days. It was easy to lie, "it's something confidential, I don't understand his job" and a fake laugh. For the first few weeks, all you did was cry. You'd fall crying when making lunch, you slept late and woke up later, dark circles prominent. You'd start crying as you bathed, warm tears settling on wet lips. You lost your appetite. You haven't opened your gates, or went out in days, only when the milkman arrived. You went out to the market, once, but you didn't want to be there. You felt uneasy and since then, you secluded yourself to your room. How could your own husband do that? But then the fog settled and the cold mist formed around the leaves. It happened because you weren't enough. Because Ram might be an ideal husband, but your selfishness drove him away. It was better to be alone.

There was a numbness in your heart and the cold brought that numbness in your fingers. Ram knew that cold was your biggest enemy. He'd pamper you by getting you all sorts of hot dishes and never let you out of blankets without proper sweaters and socks on. You never, ever had a flu or cold when Ram was here. There was a special blanket he kept above the cupboard that instantly warmed you, but Ram wasn't here anymore. You pulled your blanket up, your only source of warmth.

You weren't sure if you heard the gate creaking. It was locked from inside, so anyone with a key can open it. Since there were only two keys, one with Ram, it must be the cold wind. Even thinking about it made you shiver.

The cold wouldn't go away, but there was nothing you could do. Losing the battle, you surrendered to the only blankets you had over. Until you hear the plastic and zipping noises in the room. You shot straight up, only to see him, opening the plastic cover that held his special blanket.

All the shivering left your body, as you zoomed out of your blankets. You pulled the sweater closer. "What are you doing here?" You kept your distance, hugging yourself closer. Ram left the packet on the bed, his fingers ghosting the cover. He stared at you, up and down. "You've gotten thinner."

Your jaw dropped at his statement. There are things more important right now. "Ramaraju, what are you doing here?" You asked again. Ram physically winced at his full name being taken, especially by you. Ram continued unzipping the blanket, and pulled the heavy cloth out. You stared at him in disbelief. A cheater can't come home and act like nothing happened.

"Y/n I came to get you back. It took me two months to realise that I made a mistake. That the woman I loved will always be the one for me and I should have been there, fighting those wrong feelings and protecting you like a good husband instead of giving in to the immoral desires."

Ram's voice was heavier, and it broke. He was trying hard to not cry. Ram opened the blanket up and spread it over the blankets on the bed. "I know you are upset and want me to leave, but you seem sick and weak. So I'm not leaving until you get better" Ram finally looked in your eyes.

They were, aloof of any emotions. Your face showed confusion and disappointment, but your eyes, they didn't have anything. Absolutely blank. It was a new sight for Ram. Even when he left, those teary eyes had an emotion of betrayal and hatred. That was still better than, this. He firmly believed that eyes are the soul of the window, and this looked like the house that used to be lit by candles was now burnt and left in a handful of ashes. Ram wasn't considerable when he committed the sin but even if it costs him his own happiness, he will make sure to not let you lose yours. He knew you had a fragile heart, no matter how strong you were. He had to do something.

"I don't need you anymore" you spat it. It was a plain statement with, again, no emotions. "I know" he said. He packed the empty cover and put it on top of the cupboard. "And I know I don't deserve a chance, after cheating in a marriage. But this is still my house and you're still my wife-" "what?"

You couldn't fathom what he said.

"Still your wife? Ram you cheated on me! You lied to me about everything then you suddenly showed up and said you want to take care of me and I'm your wife? By what sense? I should have given you divorce by now!" You breathed heavily, the scratchiness in your throat audible in your voice.

Ram stared in your eyes. Still nothing.

"Why would you divorce me? I finally came to apologise and you want to divorce me? I know I made a mistake but that doesn't change the fact that we are married and we are going to be together now. You are my wife. How is that not making sense?" There was a change in your eyes. Ram breathed, whatever works.

"Stop, just stop talking." You put your hand up, sitting on the bed. Ram moved closer to you. "Are you doing a favour apologising? I have all the rights to leave you for what you did and you ask me why I divorce you? We are lawfully wedded, and that's it. And who are you to say that we are going to be together or not? You leave by your choice and you randomly saunter in one day saying you're my husband? I have no feelings or any connections towards you or that word!" You coughed heavily, bending over, in the pallu of your saree. You could see Ram staring from the corner of your eyes.

Letting it all out was difficult, especially when you said the last line out loud. You thought you didn't, but there was still a hope and betrayal growing in your heart since he came back. He's asserting his place in your life, which is wrong, but if he actually decides to have common sense and apologize, maybe you'll give it a chance. The Ram you remembered was smarter than this, this Ram looks like he's forcing you to say things you don't even want to.

Ram saw a wave of emotions in your eyes when they glossed over. And the fact that this was his first time seeing you so sick, even if it was just a flu. But when you said the last line, his heart broke. He accepted his fate, but that didn't mean he will leave you hurt. He wanted you to feel something, anything against him, so you're not left with such a clean slate, even if he has to leave.

Ram bent down in front of you, his hands, hesitantly on your shins. There were dark circles under your eyes and your body hair stood in the cold. He wished to wrap the blanket around you but he hadn't reached there yet. You looked at him, finally. His beard grew and his hair was tied. He was not wearing his own kurta pajama, you could tell. But you looked away before you could melt. Ram had to make you realise it wasn't your fault, and he is the reason for all your devoid of emotions.

"Y/n, I don't think what I did is enough for you to forgive. I don't ask you to either, and I don't mean to force myself here and make you uncomfortable." You looked at him, "but just let me take care of you. I don't force you to talk to me or take me back. I'll be quiet. I'll do everything you wish, and I'll leave if you want me to. I thought that woman was infutiating, but it was all just a lie. I don't understand why I fell, but I blame it on me. That I was a feeble man. Because it was never you, y/n, and I know that, when I realised that you were the only one I ever loved and wanted to take care of. When I saw you in the market it was three months ago and you looked so weak, then I never saw you again. I left her two months ago and I didn't know if I should even come here or not, I stayed with a friend till now. I was scared of coming here to you, where I was once happy and excited to be. That's when I realised I needed to mend things up. It was unsettling that I was scared everyday after I saw you in the market that something had happened to you." Ram licked his lips. You sighed. Your head hurts and you don't want to listen or think about anything. Ram saw the slump in your shoulders, the tired, drained eyes. He has done that to you.

"Do you want some soup?" You looked at him expectantly. You loved when Ram made soup, it was tasty, but soothing that it didn't hurt your throat. The flavours rushed in on your tongue. "Does that mean I'd forgive you?" The question caught Ram off guard. Would it? He shook his head in no. She shook hers in yes.

Ram carefully tucked you in the spread of blankets, despite your attempts to do it yourself. You knew not to settle back in habits. On the other hand, Ram was astonished by the pantry in the kitchen. It was as if nobody lived there now. A few eggs, milk, bread and just some old vegetables. There were missing spices and condiments. Ram remembered that you wanted all sorts of fancy ingredients, so this was a surprise. It was about 15 minutes later when Ram came with a bowl and spoon. You were finally warm and toasty in the blanket and with your favourite soup, when he placed it on your lap, and grabbed the spoon to feed you. You wordlessly stopped him, taking the spoon back from him. Ram sat in silence as you quietly ate your soup, sniffling.

"Are you taking any medicine?" Ram asked, getting up from the bed and heading to the drawer before you could answer. He pulled the box out to see that there was no paracetamol in there, but the box with pain killers was empty. He knew better not to ask anything. Ram came back to see the soup halfway finished. "Why was the first thing you did when you came here was to get the blanket?" You didn't want an answer, even you were not sure why you asked that.

"I knocked and called out your name but you didn't respond. I thought I was too late so I came in, I was panicking. You were under the blankets, you were shivering, and that blanket is the only one that helps. I'm sorry if I scared you." Ram looked down, you didn't say anything.

He left to get a packet of paracetamol and cough syrup for you. After a long time, Ram felt good. He missed doing things for you, getting scolded by you. The love that seeped from your anger and when you ask him to do something. When you ask him things randomly and he replies gently, when you make him do chores you could have done and when he gets to take care of you or make you happy and content. Ram missed it. He returned with a smile on his face, carefully opening the gate and coming to the warmth of that house.

You were fast asleep, slightly snoring under the comfortable blankets. Your hair was a mess, but you were taking a rest so carelessly after a long time, that you didn't care if Ram came back or not, but you were sure that he would. That he finally returned. It was to be decided later that you would forgive him, or pester him like he did to you.

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S/n: I'm. I literally PUKED all the fantasies I've had of after break up scenarios like. This was so fun to write thank you so much anon.

Tagging: @chaanv @ramayantika @vijayasena @phoenix666stuff @yehsahihai @nerdreader

#ghungru #ram charan #rrr #rrr movie #desi tag #fanfic #ram x reader #ram x wife!reader #rambheem #rrr tarak charan

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give-soup-please · 2 years

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hi soup! could I request how the narrator would react to a s*icidal reader who wants to do the zending because of it? i've felt kinda garbage recently and reading about my cc trying to help sounds q bit comforting, lol. btw, have some soup :)

Narrator with a reader who wants to do the zending

Stay safe, anon.

triggering content under the cut: suicidal ideation

(You’re in the game for this one, reader)

“No!” The narrator shouts. “No, no, no, no! I’m not letting you do this to yourself, reader. I refuse! It’s unacceptable. You’re staying right here while we get this sorted.”

The narrator manifests a physical form quickly. It looks less well put together than normal, but the narrator doesn’t care.

He manages to grab you just as you’re about to head up the staircase. He wraps you tightly in an almost crushing hug. “I care for you so much. I’m not going to sit idly by and watch you do this to yourself. I cannot allow you to do this.”

You slump against him. “I don’t want to live anymore. It’s too hard, life is exhausting and hard and I can’t do it.”

His heart breaks. “I know it’s been difficult for you. You’ve been brave and strong for so long, and it’s understandable that you’re exhausted. But I love you and I’ll help you get through this. You aren’t going to die on me, I won’t have it.”

Being on suicide watch with the narrator is an interesting experience, to say the least. He treats you like a spooked animal, asking what you need very softly. “Can I get you anything to drink? A snack? A story?”

He’s capable of tenderness he wouldn’t normally have access to, because the thought of losing you to your inner darkness was absolutely unbearable. If you died, he’d be alone again. He can’t do it. He’ll do whatever it takes to keep you alive.

His voice is your anchor as he tells you how much he loves you and wants you to be happy. He wraps himself protectively about you however you want, whether that’s him as a human, a blanket, or a cloud.

He puts everything aside for you, his story, his fears, because you’re more important to him. He stands guard, making sure you don’t hurt yourself, and in between his ramblings, he gives you the space to talk about what’s been bothering you, and what you need.

He’ll be here for you, however you need him.

#the narrator x reader #the stanley parable #tsp narrator #headcanon #tsp #answered ask #stanley parable #narrator #tsp narrator x reader #could be read as platonic or romantic

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starbirdkitsune · 30 days

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UNDERTALE YELLOW. THIS SONG HITS ME IN THE FUCKING FEELS.

I WAS WRITING AND THEN IT CAME ON AND I HAD TO STOP WRITING BC I WAS WRITING FOR TMTS AND I LEGIT HAD TO STOP WRITING BC I STARTED CRYINGG

It's such an incredible song but it makes me a little teary every time i hear it because whenever i'm listening to it it's usually when i'm working on uty stuff, and the intro makes me so sad because of the justice motiffff

like c'mon clover you poor baby no i need to stop enjoying your funeral song

*sobs more* i get like protective every time i see clover now like i want to hug them, wrap them up in a warm blanket, and give them soup

that's how you know i find a character a trauma bean, when i want to do that to them that's how you know.

this fucking SONG makes me so sad but it's so good. just like Undertale Yellow the game. when replaying the game, I'll usually replay the Neutral Route, both for the INCREDIBLE final boss and because it makes me the least sad and frustrated. (rip martlet tho) Pacifist I'll play, and replay, but i need to take a break and cry after i finish. Genocide i will play for completion but never again. Zenith Martlet is a badass design, but her fight is actual hell. Her music (as well as Enemy Retreating and Trial by Fury) is really good too, but no, i've played the geno route once and never intend to do so again.

Flawed Pacifist I straight-up won't play. Like, i'm sorry, but even I have my limits. You're pacifistic lil baby clover for most of it, but by the end of it, clover has depressed martlet, killed ceroba, got starlo to hate them (and made starlo lose his best friend) added to asgore's guilt, and died a violent, sad death. I can't do that to myself, Star, Ceroba, Martlet, or the baby bean. like NO. Flawed Pacifist is a route I actually hate. (no hate to the devs i just really don't like that route, nothing on them.) I cannot play this route. Mainly because of Starlo hehe. I feel so bad for him. I've never played Flawed and have no intention to, i've just watched a video. Flawed Pacifist arguably leaves everyone more hurt than traditional pacifist, and it really shows just how beautifully-written messed up the game is.

I love Undertale Yellow. I really do. It's just that if I play Pacifist I start crying. Or if I listen to Undertale Yellow (song). It's that powerful and I love how perfectly this game has nailed some songs, particularly the boss themes. Guns Blazing? Showdown! ? Remedy? Forlorn? Trial by Fury? AFTERLIFE? The Specimen Themes? All INCREDIBLE, and right up there with Toby's music.

This game. I love this game.

*still sobbing and cranking out a rant*

#ramblin i'm ramblin #rant #big rant #i sobbed the first time i completed pacifist #i'm not ashamed to admit that #its so emotional #i should've known that was how it ended but i couldn't help getting attatched to clover #they're the cutest out of the kfcc #and i love them so much they're a bean and they didn't deserve any of this #i wrote tmts because of the fact that i wanted clover to live #but they don't #so my brain spawned an au #welcome to my thought void lmao

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choibeomcute · 2 years

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TXT WHEN YOU’RE ON YOUR PERIOD

Soobin

he would immediately go into caring nurse mode for you

he’d bring you blankets and soup and give you belly rubs and lay with you

he would be holding you with your face pressed against his chest and the two of you wrapped up in the blankets he brought like a burrito

he would brush your hair back with his hands over and over as he played your favorite movies on the tv

he would every once in awhile give you a kiss on top of your head and ask how you’re feeling

he would scratch your back too to soothe you as you fell asleep holding him

his body would keep your abdomen warm just like a heat pad and you would eventually wake up to him taking pictures of you sleeping when he forgot the camera shutter noise was turned on and very loud

Yeonjun

yeonjun would treat you like a little princess the second he found out you were on your period and in pain

he would say “ohhh my baby my poor poor baby 🥺 you just need so much love don’t you?” and he’d pull you close to him into a warm hug

he would bring you to bed to watch cartoons and let you bury your face into his chest/tummy under the covers

you would look up at him for a second from under the blankets with pain in your eyes and it would break his heart “baby I can’t stand seeing you hurting” he would say while brushing your hair out of your face

he would pull you up close to his face and plant tiny kisses on your nose and forehead and then your lips softly and lovingly

Beomgyu

beomgyu would immediately go in for a big bear hug🐻🐻🐻 he would say “awwww my poor princess is hurting” as he pats your head

he would make you a nice hearty meal with lots of meat and vegetables and he would give you a glass of juice too “eat, baby! You need to eat so your tummy stops hurting. I don’t want to see you in pain”

he would pick you up after you finished eating and carry you to the couch where the two of you would watch movies on the tv

he would have you sprawled across his lap as he cradled your head and every once in awhile leaned down to kiss your nose

“baby do you want tummy kisses tell me now!!” he would say while looking into your eyes with concern

Taehyun

taehyun hates seeing you hurt

he just wants to pick you up and protect you from the world and all it’s darkness

he would rush to the store the moment you started crying over a stupid commercial knowing in that exact moment: this was the period on its way

he would pick up a package of maxi pads and a bag of chocolate pretzels, new cutesie undies, a couple stuffed animals, and a cup of warm mocha from Starbucks

when he got back home you would already be sleeping soundly in bed curled up holding your stomach

he would lay beside you and rub your back as he watched you sleep

when you woke up he would give you your new stuffed animals and your chocolate pretzels and he would smile the sweetest smile you’ve ever seen

he would take his hoodie off and pull it over your head so you were cozy and he’d stay in with you all day so you could feel comfy and at ease

Hueningkai

hueningkai would definitely know how to handle this situation considering he grew up with sisters

he would prepare a bag that had pads, snacks, backup undies, a water bottle, a heating pad, and fuzzy socks in it for you so that you’d be set for the day no matter where you two went

he would lend you his hoodie and sweats and since he’s a giant he would put the sweat pants on you and pull the strings extra tight so they’d fit. then he’d roll up the bottoms of the pant legs so they wouldn’t drag on the ground as you walked

he would stand back and admire his work “ah yes baby. You look just like me now…just…shrunken.” As he said this one of your pant legs would fall down and you’d begin to cry

“No no no no no!” he would say and rush to hug you. “We can just stay inside!” he said as he picked you up and laid you down to rest in bed.

He turned off the lights and closed the door then left for about an hour. When he came back he was holding a warm bowl of chicken noodle soup he had been preparing in the kitchen. He was even wearing an apron and looked pretty cute in it too.

“Here darling,” he would say as he set it down on your nightstand.

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beels-burger-babe · 3 years

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Storm Clouds on a Sunny Day

***Oooooo Teen!MC! Thank you for the request @lovevictoire! Now, although I think I'm technically Gen z??? (I could be a millennial. I have no idea). I have like 0 sense of most pop culture and probably won't be able to write that classic gen z chaotic humour properly, so I'm not going to attempt. What I can do is the hurt/comfort aspect of this which I LOVE! So, let's do this. I hope you enjoy it. ((Oh and before I forget *hugs*))***

Summary: MC has always been a happy positive ray of light that brought joy with them wherever they went; at least that's what the brothers and the other exchange students would tell you. But when they suddenly start getting quiet and begin isolating themselves, everyone is concerned.

TW: descriptions of grief.

In the darkness of the Devildom, you were the sun.

Since arriving in the dark, cruel world of the demons, you had reminded them how to smile, how to laugh, how to love. With you around, it was like the brothers had another sibling again. For the other exchange students, you were a breath of fresh amongst all the horror and despair of the Devildom.

In short, everyone had come to love and be incredibly fond of the teenage human that; which is why they noticed instantly when you weren't acting like yourself.

For starters, you had skipped breakfast, which greatly concerned Beel. The friendly giant had to go up and bring you your food afterwards.

He gently knocked on your door with one hand as he held a plate with way too much food on it in the other. "MC? Are you awake? You missed breakfast."

There was a small curse from the other side before he heard some shuffling. The door cracked open to reveal you wrapped in a bundle of blankets. It wasn't until you looked up that Beel got a good look at your face and his stomach dropped.

Your eyes were tinged red with tear tracks stained onto your cheeks. Your bottom lip was still trembling from the effort of not breaking down into sobs. There was not a trace of the sunshine child that you usually were inside of your stormy sad eyes.

Beel's heart broke as you still attempted to give him a small smile and took the plate from him. "Th-Thanks Beel."

He kept a hand on the door to prevent you from closing it. "MC, are you alright? What happened?"

Your eyes widened a little and you quickly wiped at your cheeks. "I-I'm just not feeling that well. Can...Can you tell Lucifer I'm taking a sick day?"

Beel nodded as concern grew stronger and stronger inside of him. "Of course. Whatever you need."

You weren't actually sick, Beel could tell that much. What you were was heartbroken. Something had reached into your soul and shattered it into pieces. He to ask you what it was. He wanted to reassure you that everything would be okay. But instead, he let you close the door and hurried back to his brothers.

His brothers looked at him skeptically as he arrived, noting the lack of a tiny human alongside him. It was Belphie, however, who noticed the distressed look on Beelzebub's face. "Beel, is everything alright? You look upset."

Beel simply shook his head and looked over to Lucifer. "MC has asked me to tell you that they would like to take a sick day."

Everyone was instantly on their feet in worry.

"Sick? What kind of illness? I can get any medicine they might need and look up the quickest way for them to recover." Satan quickly stated as he began to move towards the kitchen.

Belphie nodded and picked up his pillow. "If they're sick, they'll need rest right? I'll go up there and help them sleep better."

Mammon moved to go with Belphie. "I'll come with ya. They'll feel better with if their favourite's there with them."

Belphie growled and shoved Mammon as Levi spoke up. "I-I mean, I doubt they'd want to spend the entire day with me, but at the very least I can provide them with some movies and games for entertainment. In fact, it might be easier if we just, um, m-move them to my room."

Mammon and Belphie were now snapping at Levi rather than each other.

Asmo scrunched up his nose in disgust and put up his hands. "Yeah, no thanks. I love MC, but I'll leave you guys to handle all the snot and vomit thank you very much. Tell them when they're healthy, I'll give them a spa day, just the two of us."

Lucifer sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Boys, Beel hadn't even told us what is wrong with them yet," everyone froze and turned to Beelzebub. Lucifer nodded and gestured for him to continue. "As you were saying, Beel."

Beel shifted uncomfortably at the attention. "Right. So, I don't think they're actually sick."

Lucifer rose an eyebrow at this as an air of defence grew around him. "You think they would lie?"

Beel huffed in annoyance and shook his head. "No. I don't think they would. But when they answered the door, they didn't look sick. They looked like they were grieving," everyone breathed in sharply at the statement, but Beel continued. "They honestly looked like they had been crying since midnight. I wouldn't be surprised if they didn't get any sleep at all last night."

Lucifer frowned and finally made a move towards the door. "I, and I alone, will go speak with them. We don't want to overcrowd them. In the meantime, someone please contact Simeon just in case they truly are sick and Beel misinterpreted it," he ignored the several shouts of protest as he walked to your room.

He knocked softly on the door twice before carefully opening the door. "MC? Beelzebub informed me that you aren't feeling-"

Lucifer cut himself off as he saw you hugging your knees to your chest in bed, sobbing your heart out. He quickly made his way over and sat down beside you, gently placing a hand on your back. "MC, what's the matter? I've never seen you this upset before."

You didn't answer. You merely turned towards him and buried your face in his chest as you clung to his shirt. Lucifer quickly wrapped his arms around you and held you tight.

It was almost as if he could feel your sorrow within the sounds of your cries. The way they shuttered and cracked with every inhale and vibrated with pure agony on every exhale. You were trembling violently in his arms in a way that he hadn't felt since-

Since he held his brothers after Lilith's death.

Realization came to him as he glanced over and noticed the lightly crumped picture of you and another human on your side table. His breath caught in his throat and he held you tighter. "Oh MC," he whispered softly. "I am so sorry."

He held you there, letting your tears stain his shirt without a single care. He held you as your sobs softened into sniffles. He held you as your head lolled to the side and you finally gave in to sleep.

Lucifer had been about to fall asleep himself when he noticed the door open. Simeon, Luke and Solomon stood there with equal expressions of concern.

Luke took one look at your tear-stained face before a flicker of fury and angelic protectiveness flashed across his face. He opened his mouth to shout at Lucifer, but was stopped as a hand came over his mouth.

Solomon looked down at him sternly. "They're sleeping, Luke, and clearly in need of it. You don't want to wake them."

Luke huffed and slapped Solomon's hand away before going over to the bed and climbing in beside you and Lucifer.

Simeon pulled out a bag that clinked and clattered from the vials within it. "Satan had said that there was a possibility MC was ill?"

Lucifer sighed and continued to rub circles into your back while Luke gently dried your face with a handkerchief. "Unfortunately it seems the only illness they have is a broken heart." He nodded to the picture on the nightstand. "They appear to have lost someone. Today must be an anniversary of some sort that reminded them of it."

Both Solomon and Simeon's faces softened at the explanation. Simeon put the bag away. "I'm afraid I don't have anything that can help with that."

Solomon nodded. "It's a feeling I believe we are all familiar with," he stood in silent thought before snapping his fingers and grinning. "I know what will cheer them up! Some soup! It most certainly cheers me up whenever I'm upset. I'll go make them a pot right away," he smiled proudly as he left the room, missing the look of horror on everyone else's face.

"Oh my," Simeon began, "I better go supervise and make sure he doesn't accidentally poison them. Luke, do you wish to come?"

He shook his head and hugged you. "I'm not leaving them."

Simeon smiled fondly and glanced up to Lucifer who shrugged. "So long as he doesn't mind being the presence of a demon, I suppose he can stay."

Luke grumbled and continued looking at your hand as he held his up to it and compared sizes. "If they were able to fall asleep around you and you were able to comfort them...maybe you're not so bad."

Simeon raised an eyebrow in shock and laughed a little. "Well there you have it," he looked back to Lucifer. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."

He nodded and watched the older angel leave.

@thegrimgrinningghost

Although the day was a rough one for you, there was not a second where you felt alone. There was always someone to hold you, to listen to you, and comfort you when you needed it most.

On days when sadness and despair threatened to cloud over the Devildom's only source of sunshine, the lords of the Devildom and your friends would be there to keep you warm until the sun could shine again.

***I hope you enjoyed this cute little comfort fic! Thanks again for the request @lovevictoire!***

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@satans-beloved-riv

@cosmixbun

@sufzku

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chaos-writes · 3 years

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Do you write for Stain from My Hero Academia, and if yes, may I ask for some soft headcanons of Stain x reader? Thank you :)

IM SUCH A STAIN SIMP I PROMISE I WILL DO YOU JUSTICE!!!!!! Warning for some slight angst but other than that SUPER FLUFFY!

So this man has been proven to be like 7 feet tall with good posture. And not only that, but he is one big block of muscle. So, cuddles are THE best. This man is just *chef's kiss* especially when it comes to cuddles. Since he doesn't spend a whole lot of time with you, he makes the best of every second he spends with you.

BIG SPOON!!!!!!! let him hold you and curl up around you!

So protective. Like... kind of a yandere at heart? He doesn't want to put you in a situation where you're stuck with him, but he does want to protect you from any danger and helps you avoid it as much as possible. He will NOT take you to his hideout and will most likely "move in" with you if you have your own place.

Sometimes he feels like he's burdening you and isn't allowing you to live a normal life, since he's one of the most wanted men in Japan and you're literally harboring a criminal. Please remind him of how much you love him and you are willing to go wherever you need to be in order to be with him.

Tell him he's handsome!!! He doesn't have to be complimented or accept praise, but it would absolutely make him feel so warm inside! And he would immediately return it along with a hug, hand holding, or forehead kiss.

PDA is not really a thing, considering he can't even show his face to the public, but if he takes you out at night to watch the stars atop a building, he'll wrap a blanket around you, sit you in his lap, and hold you with one arm while pointing out planets, constellations, and satellites with the other.

His favorite foods are dumplings, takoyaki, and some southern comfort foods like biscuits and gravy, slow-cooker soups and chilis in bread bowls, and seafood boils. (Mmmmm)

Give this man some nutrition, he is TIRED of not having the resources to be able to cook some decent food for himself. He's got a lot of muscle that he has to keep healthy!

His love languages (as previously established) are words of affection and physical contact. He will tell you, no matter what you're doing, that you're doing a great job and you are so beautiful/handsome/gorgeous.

His smile is so beautiful! Make him laugh and giggle, tickle him, play fight, be goofy, or even give him boops (pre-nose obliteration, his chin works too lmao)

He is THE man to go to when you need comfort. And hopefully you can return that and comfort him when HE needs it. It can't just be a one-sided relationship, you know. >:(

Family man!!! He would adore your family if you ever introduced the two, as long as they don't know what Hero Killer Stain looks like. He tries his best to impress them, combing his hair back into a low bun (hot ✋😤), wear a nice black sweater and some new pants, and some dress shoes. If you buy him a nice outfit he's going to wear it to meet your family.

Speaking of Hero Killer Stain, he loves pet names. Chizome, chi-chan, honeybun, sweetness, darling, honey, or any other variations. He'll call you something romantic, like darling, my love, my world, and on the rare occasion if youre being goofy with him, silly or goofball.

He won't let you touch his knives. They are coated in other people's blood and you could get infections or diseases >:(

He also showers, brushes his teeth, and gets rid of the blood smell thoroughly before laying down to snuggle with you.

Will actually melt if you play with his hair. Chizome is actually SO in love with scalp massages. He would fall asleep on yo u with a blush creeping across his face in SECONDS. But dont talk about it unless you don't wanna do it again.

He would die if you wore some of his clothes. Like one of his shirts or something thrown on right when you wake up in the morning is the most gorgeous sight to him. You'll be standing in the kitchen trying to make some coffee and he won't stop pestering you with hugs and kisses until you return said hug and kiss.

There is a lot of nonverbal communication and understanding between the two of you as well. It just... clicks with him.

House work is not really his strong suit but he loves to help. The last thing he needs is a stressed and tired S/O when he comes home from missions.

Hand holding is so frequent you might as well be fused together 🤷‍♀️. It just comes with Chizome's territory.

Above all, his adoration for you goes wayyyyy beyond your appearance. Although you are so gorgeous in his eyes, your personality, soul, mindset, and the way you treat him is what floored his interest in you. He loves you more than life itself, there's no denying it, so please return that love and be nice to him. Mans deserves it.

#chizome akaguro #akaguro chizome #hero killer stain #stain hero killer #stain x reader #fluff #hcs #headcanons #chizome akaguro x reader

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akakeiiji · 4 years

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Headcanons for how the boys will react or what will they do when their S/O is sick but hides it from them? (For Tobio, Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima, Iwa) please

-`,✎ Kageyama, Bokuto, Oikawa, Ushijima and Iwaizumi’s reaction to you hiding your fever from them

Kageyama Tobio

You would arrive at school flushed and tired, dressed in many layers but your ever so clueless boyfriend wouldn’t actually suspect anything

He’d greet you as usual and ask if you were cold or something despite the relatively warm weather

You didn’t want him to worry though so you just agreed with him and went on with your classes like normal

As the day went on though, your symptoms would start worsening

During lunchtime, you wouldn’t have the energy to leave your desk

Kageyama would go looking for you when you failed to arrive at your usual meeting place and found you fast asleep in your classroom

He’d scoff and call you a dumbass to himself but when placed his hand on your head and felt your warm temperature the small smile on his face would immediately turn into a frown

He’d shake you awake and the first thing you’d see is his concerned face

“Are you an idiot or something?”

He’d pull you up and support you as he walks you to the nurse’s office his admirers would stare at you two angrily the entire time

you can’t tell me he doesn’t have at least a few fangirls, i mean have you seen him??

He’d lecture you angrily the whole way to the infirmary

Though he’d mostly just be repeating “Dumbass!” and “You should have told me.” over and over again because he’s so worried and can’t focus on forming coherent sentences

You were sent home obviously and Kageyama would wait by your side at the infirmary the whole time till your ride came to take you home

He’d still be pouty and grumbling, upset over the fact that you forced yourself to school

But at the same time, he’d be feeding you a bit of your lunch, little by little so as to not upset your stomach

Once you were home, he’d be even more distracted and antsy during class than ever before

He wouldn't even be thinking of volleyball, just of you

HE’D SKIP PRACTICE FOR YOU

THE KAGEYAMA WILLINGLY MISSES PRACTICE FOR YOU, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT

He’d stop by the gym though and ask Sugawara or Daichi what he should get for you because he has no idea what to get sick people

He’d buy you your favorite snacks and drinks on the way to your house and spend the evening with you

He doesn’t really know what to do tbh, you’d have to instruct him on how to help you

He doesn’t get sick very often and whenever he does his sister usually takes care of him so he’s never been in the position of caring for someone else like this

But he tries his best and that’s what matters

He’s just an adorable little blueberry okay? Pls protect him

Bokuto Koutarou

Your disheveled appearance and lethargic state would literally fly over Bokuto’s head

He’s mainly focused on how happy he was to see you again, like how he always is in the morning before class

After a while though, Bokuto would notice that something was off

He’d tilt his head to the side and ask you if you were okay, concern evident in his eyes

You could already see Bokuto’s reaction if he found out how sick you actually were so you just told him you were a little tired

He’d frown and tell you not to overwork yourself, he’d then pull you into his chest to hug you in hopes that it would cheer you up or give you some energy

He’d freeze though, feeling just how high your body temperature was even through your layers of clothes

He’d pull you away and examine your face and finally realizes just how sick you were

Panic ensues

I shit you not, Bokuto would literally scoop you up in his arms and carry you all the way to the infirmary

“MAKE WAY PEOPLE, EMERGENCY HERE!”

“KOUTAROU! YOU DON’T HAVE TO CARRY ME—”

Akaashi would be walking to class and witness this scene from afar and just nope the fuck away from you two

He is literally so concerned, he knows that you just have a fever but he still can’t help but worry

He wouldn’t leave your side the entire time while waiting for your ride home, his hand never leaving yours

He’d beat himself up over the fact that he didn’t notice that something was wrong right away

He’d be in dejection mode the whole time during the rest of classes, his hair would get droopy and his little pout would never leave his lips

He’d spend most of his classes staring out of the window, sighing wistfully, thinking about you

He’d try to function normally and go to practice but Akaashi—knowing that it would be virtually impossible to pull him out of his moods this time—would send him home

He’d be moping the whole way home before an idea suddenly popped in his head, he should just visit you!!

He’d run all the way to your house, practically bouncing with anticipation

He’d be like a loyal puppy as he takes care of you, he’ll bring you literally anything you need, just name it and he’ll find it

He doesn’t care if you’re sick, he’s going to hug and kiss you all he wants

Needless to say, he ends up catching your fever as well and you two end up sick together

The volleyball team goes to visit you two after classes the next day and you two are basically just two red-nosed, lumps wrapped in blankets and heating pads

Konoha still has pictures and likes to show it to the team when they get sad

Oikawa Tooru

Good luck trying to hide your fever from him, he may not look like it but he’s hella perceptive even outside of the court

He’d wait by your lockers as usual in the mornings, probably chatting (and failing to wave off) some fangirls when you’d walk in wearing a thick sweater and wrapped in a scarf to hide your face

The small smile on his face would drop and he’d immediately be by your side, examining your face

“Tooru, what are you doing—?”

He’d place a hand on your forehead—ignoring your protests—and click his tongue, a hand coming up to rest on his hip

“What am I doing? What are you doing? You’re obviously sick.”

Dramatic brat, i love him so much

He’d grab your hand and march you all the way to the infirmary, telling you off the entire time

He’d tell you all about having to take care of your body and prioritizing your health over studies or something, as if he were such a great example of taking care of one’s body but you decided not to bring that up

He’d kind of be like a mom really as he watches the nurse take your temperature, his arms crossed and a concerned look evident on his face

You were obviously sent home not even after fifteen minutes of being in school

Oikawa would seem normal to most people, going about his day like usual but those who know him well can tell that he was bothered

His foot would be tapping rapidly the entire time during classes, his eyes always drifting to his watch to check the time

The minute that classes were dismissed, Oikawa was on his feet, bag already packed and ready, practically sprinting out of the building

“How’s my little patient doing?”

He’d refrain from kissing and hugging you though, unlike Bokuto he has some semblance of self-restraint despite wanting to do it sooo badly

He missed you a lot

Okay, fine, he gives a few kisses here and there

After taking care of you, making sure you ate and drank and stuff, Oikawa would fill you in on all the stuff you missed during classes

If you had the energy, he’d tutor you on all the lessons you missed

He’d also be the type to spoon-feed you your favorite food or soup, even if you insist that you could feed yourself he will still do it no matter what

A firm believer that laughter is the best medicine so he tries his best to keep your mood up

Ushijima Wakatoshi

Another clueless baby

He isn’t the best at reading people—especially outside of the court—so he doesn’t really notice anything wrong at first

He’d pick you up at your dorm like usual so that you could have breakfast together

You’d be visibly sluggish and flushed but he’d just assume you were tired or overworked

“Did you not get any sleep last night?”

You’d just wave him off, telling him that you were perfectly alright and that he didn’t need to worry

He would drop the subject but would make sure to keep a close eye on you

You wouldn’t eat much at all during breakfast which would just feed more to his worries

Then while you two were walking to class, you started getting lightheaded and had to lean on the wall for support

Ushijima was able to catch you as you stumbled, a deep frown on his face as he takes you to the infirmary, practically carrying you the whole way

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

He immediately disregards the fact that he’s gonna be late for class and stays with you at the infirmary

It isn’t obvious but anyone who knows Ushi well can tell that he’s really concerned and worried about you

The nurse instructs him to bring you back to your dorm and head to class

He only does the latter and literally skips classes for you

You would try to get him to go back to class but this boy is stubborn, he doesn’t want to leave you alone and wants to take care of you

I say take care of you loosely, he’s just like Kageyama, he has absolutely no idea what to do

He knows he needs to get medicine, get some food and water in you and stuff but asides from that he’s clueless

He’d go to Google and you two would spend some time researching on how to properly care for someone sick

You two end up falling into a rabbit hole of weird articles and get distracted

Ushijima will make sure you never have to leave your bed except for when you need to use the bathroom, he doesn’t want you up

Most of the time would be spent in silence, you two doing your own thing because Ushijima wouldn’t want to risk catching your fever

He has to take care of his body okay? He can’t play if he’s sick so he’s probably going to wear a mask when he’s with you and will always have a bottle of rubbing alcohol with him at all times sakusa is proud

He wouldn't get upset over the fact that you hid your fever from him but he just doesn’t understand why you chose to hide it from him and force yourself to go to class

When you explain that you don’t want to miss any of your lessons and fall behind, Ushijima would just shake his head and tell you a matter a factly that you need to take care of yourself

“Your health should be your top priority, (Y/N). Next time you’re feeling unwell just tell me.”

HE CARES SO MUCH OKAY, PLEASE MY HEART

Iwaizumi Hajime

You are not going to get past Iwaizumi and you knew that so you’d try to avoid him the morning before class

Iwa has a sixth sense when it comes to these sort of things, it’s how he always knows when Oikawa is overworking himself or when his teammates are down

He’d immediately seek you out and once he sees you he can tell that you’re sick instantaneously

I feel like Iwa is an older brother and knows the symptoms when he sees them because he takes care of his siblings all the time

He’d touch your forehead, throw his blazer over you and rush you towards the infirmary

He starts lecturing you immediately, calling you an idiot for not taking care of yourself but you know he means it out of love

He’d give you a list of instructions to do when you get home, typing it rapidly on his phone at the same time making sure to send them to you in case you forget

“—drink a lot of water okay? Make sure you have a bottle by your bed. I’ll come by after classes, just text me if you need anything, I can drop by the store on the way.”

Basically Iwa is a super mom, okay? He knows just what to do for fevers, he knows the best medicines to use and the best food to eat

He may not seem like it but he is super caring also probably the most normal out of these boys

He’d check his texts after classes and as promised, would drop by the store and buy whatever you asked for along with stuff you need to deal with fevers (electrolyte drinks, meds, soup, etc.)

He’d walk into your room and immediately check your temperature and make sure you’ve already eaten and have been drinking water

He’d use more traditional home remedies to help you get better because that’s what his family always did

He’d also take out a Vicks vaporub and start slathering you in that shit

Half-Filipino Iwa? Half-Filipino Iwa.

He’d be like Ushijima and try to keep his distance from you at the same time, he doesn’t want to catch your fever

But at the same time he always finds himself back by your side, he just can’t help it

Constantly asks you if you’re okay, if you need anything, if the room is too hot

He’ll do anything to make your life a little easier and make sure you’re comfortable and resting well

His main priority is to get you up and well in no time, he doesn’t want to see you bedridden any longer

Basically Iwa is the epitome of “aggressively cares for you”

It may not be obvious but Hajime has one of the biggest hearts in the series and he deserves the literal world

i love him so much please i can literally write a whole essay about how much i love this boy

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yuzu-yori · 3 years

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Obey Me x Male Reader When You Get Sick

Lucifer

He would scold you if you getting sick was the cause of a dumb reason

But if you did get sick without you or him knowing the reason why then he would still scold you

After 4 hours of Lucifer scolding you he would take care of you

He would make you take your medicine

If you’re picky about your medicine and don’t want to take it he would shove the spoon down your throat....only the medicine not the spoon

But if you do take it without complaining (please tell me how people take it without getting disgusted or vomiting) then he that wouldn’t trouble his am much

Overall he would treat you like the king you are

He would attend to all your needs. Want water? He’s already here he even has sparkling water, flavor water and normal water?

Want to read manga? On his way

Want to watch anime? He has Crunchyroll and Funmation

Want an Ash Lynx figure all the way from Tokyo Japan that probably costs a lot of yen? He’s on his way to Japan (ok but like I just want a Ash related item)

He will only give you water and soup but he will let you pick the soup you want

He honestly cares about you a lot and gets worried every time you get sick

He will not care but he will hold you while you both are laying down

The only day he asked Diavolo for a break

He will even ignore Mammon’s antics for you

He will prepare you a nice warm bath with bubbles if you want

He will even help you if you wish him to

If you are throwing up he will leave a garbage can near you

If you have a high fever he will turn a fan on

If you have a sore throat he will make you hot tea

Honestly he’s on if the best people to take care of you when you’re sick

Mammon

He will be too scared to not listen to you I’m fear of his head getting ripped off

He will throw the medicine at you if you are vomiting he’ll even push a trash can your way

If you have a sore throat he will mess up making you tea so he’ll beg to Lucifer to make you tea

He’ll be lazy to even get you some water

He will only cuddle you not caring if he got sick too

Honestly he would only throw you medicine but will cuddle with you for him to relax with you

He will only get you unhealthy snacks and watch TV with you

But he has to decide the movie or else he’ll get bored and talk throughout the whole movie (I hate when people do that)

When he decides which movie he wants you both get comfortable

If you get sleepy he will shake you awake

Honestly he is the worst person to take care of you when you’re sick

He will only cuddle you and shake you awake

The only reason he acts like this because Lucifer has never taught him how to take care of a sick person

He genuinely does get concerned

He shakes you awake because he’s scared you’re not going to wake up

He is always paranoid since he sees sad and scary movies about a sick person dying

He wants you to be safe and healthy at all times

He will literally build you a pillow fort

He will get some board games he bought with your money

He will let you wear his jacket if you don’t cough, sneeze or throw up in it

He will tell you stories about what he did like how he “won” a gamble

The only story you believed is when Lucifer hanged him upside down at the top of RAD

You giggled about the funny stories hoping you got to see Mammon being hanged upside down the top of RAD

You wondered how troublesome Mammon can be well get

You even thought was there ever a time Mammon was serious besides losing Goldie

He can be great at doing fun actives but giving you medicine was mediocre

He honestly preferred you taking your own medicine if you didn’t take it he would whine and complain for you to take it

Levi

He gave you your medicine but then it was you and him watching anime and playing video games

If you played a racing game he might go easy on you

Doesn’t want you to cough on him

He will compare anime characters that’s have died over a sickness to you

“But he died over a sickness!” “What if you do too?!”

You were honestly annoyed and paranoid

He would let you cuddle with his ruri Chan pillow if you don’t cough, sneeze, or vomit on it

He will bring lots of pillows and blankets since his bed is a bathtub

He will have his room all dark if you have a headache

He will even try to clean his room for you (if that isn’t true love idk what is)

He will cuddle with you and stroke you hair

He will watch anime any you want with you

He’ll even watch Banana Fish with you even though that show causes you pain throughout and after you’re done watching it (it’s been two months still not over it)

But he will not let you touch his figures since he cherishes them a lot

He will not let you leave his room unless you have to go to the bathroom

Overall he would be great at taking care of you

But he will let you eat whatever you want

Satan

He would be one of the best people to take care of you

First he sees if it isn’t a some kind of sickness in Devildom that might harm you

When he sees that it isn’t he’s relieved

He will give you your medicine

If you don’t take it he will start getting mad since he’s the Avatar Of Wrath

If you do take the medicine without complaining (unlike complaining) he will be very proud of you

He is very protective of you so he will keep a close eye on you making sure your condition doesn’t get worst

He will read to you books, any book you want like, he will literally have the book there so he doesn’t have to go out and buy it because he’ll have it

Want him to read to you Catcher in Rye he will read it to you

Any manga book he will read it to you

Because he’s got it

He will also bring you food but he would only bring you healthy food

He was scared that your condition might worsened

He will give you a massage if you wanted him to

He will try to be patient with you since he is the Avatar of Wrath

He will stop trying to make Lucifer’s life horrible and only will only take care of you

But literally is the best person to keep you alive while you’re sick

Asmo

He under any circumstance will not go near you

He will literally throw your medicine at you

If he does go close to you he will have what looks like an astronaut suit but pink and with glitter on it

He will literally overreact

He will think you’re a living germ

He will shriek if you threw up in-front of him

He will make get Barbatos come over and take care of you

He will sleep in another room far away from yours

In the end when you get better he will cuddle with you and invite you to a spa

Beel

The poor guy just wanted you to feel better

He did anything you wanted

He brought you as much food you wanted

He tried not to eat it

He will cuddle you and politely ask you if you can take your medicine

If you say no he will get his scary aura and make you drink it

He’s doing this because he wants you to get better

He will not allow any of the brothers except Belphie to come in

He will wrap you in many blankets so you’re not cold

If you feel warm he’ll get as many fans to keep you cool

He will get you so many snacks that they will be a lot of leftovers

He will stop eating the entire fridge just for you

He will not let you out if the room he’ll eg you not to go and if you do he’ll simply give you puppy eyes

He will hold you the entire time he doesn’t care if you get sick

You matter a lot to him you’re his prince and he’ll do anything to make you feel better

Belphie

He will scare you into you taking your medicine

He will cuddle you since he doesn’t care if he gets sick

He’ll get you some food but the rest he’s lazy to do

Like Beel’s he will not let anyone bother you

Only Beel gets to stay

He’s very protective of you and doesn’t want your condition to worsen

He will yell at Lucifer to get you whatever you want

He will wrap you in so many blankets an pillow you will think it’s just a pile of blankets and pillows

He will give you one of his pajamas and hoodies for you to warm

If you’re too hot (not that way but you guys are hot boys) he will open a window and steal a fan from one of the brothers

He will do anything just for you to feel better and get better

Simeon

He would be so gentle with you

If you have a headache/migraine he will give you a head massage, his touch is so gentle almost like a flower petal’s touch

He will keep Luke quiet for you not to get annoyed

He will help Luke make sweets for you

For example like cake or cupcakes/ and if you don’t like sweets he would make you your favorite food

He would get you as many blankets you needed or pillows

He will get you your medicine and a warm towel if you have a headache

He doesn’t care if he gets sick he will hug you if you want/need one

He will not let any of the brothers bother you and will take you to Purgatory Hall since it’s more quieter there

He would do anything for you, he would treat you with respect like he always does

He would wake up in the middle of the night if you ever needed anything

If you couldn’t attend school he would make an extra copy of notes and help you with your assignments and homework so you’re not behind school work

He will hold you close to him if you’d like. He just wants you to feel loved and for you to get better

Solomon

He would be the worst to take care of you at first.

He will try to get you to take a potion he made, but you didn’t trust him

So he decided to just buy you regular medicine (which he had to go to the human world to get you some)

Had Simeon and Luke attend to you while he was out getting you medicine and other things to make you feel better.

He would always say “Are you sure you don’t want me to make you a potion Mc?”

Of course you would decline you didn’t want any side effects to go along with the potion

He would tease you sometimes but not too much to the point you’re annoyed/hurt

Please don’t be too hard on him he mostly just takes medicine and continues to what he was doing

He really does care for you he’s just not used to taking care of another person other than himself.

He would ask Simeon if he could cook you something since he isn’t the best at cooking

He would try his best to make you feel comfortable, he’ll give you more pillows and blankets and if you’re too hot then he would get a fan or open a window

He would prepare you a bath and ask if you needed help

If you said yes he would wash your hair softly and would massage your head. He would be very careful washing your body, he touches you as if you were fragile as glass.

He would even add whatever scent you wanted or nothing special if you wish

If you said no to him helping you he will understand and just help you run the bath while he exits the bathroom and waits patiently for you.

When you’re done or both of you are done, he would ask if you wanted to see a show/movie

If you said yes he would put whatever you like

If you said no he would stay by your side just massaging your hair or not if you don’t want him to

Luke(for Luke you’re like a big brother to him)

He would freak out at first thinking you were dying.

You had to calm him down and just tell him you got sick

But he asked a lot of questions like

“What kind of sickness?”

“Is it deadly?!”

“Will you die?!”

He was very worried since you’re like a big brother to him

He would bake you anything you want

He would ask Simeon for help which Simeon would happily help

He would always ask you every time “Are you feeling better?”

Please don’t yell or snap at him he will cry and get scared of you”

You’re like a big brother to him and the only one who was never mean to him just because of his height and how small he is

He would be scare to hug you though since he doesn’t want to get sick.

But he will be close by you, he will sit in a chair by your bed or on the floor.

He’ll even get board games for you to play with (i don’t even know if there’s board games in Devildom)

He’ll even watch a movie with you it can be scary but he will probably cry.

At night when you’re asleep he will stay by your side and always make sure if you’re doing okay”

When you get better then he will hug you a lot since he couldn’t do that when you were sick”.

“So big brother can you teach me (or help if you don’t know how to cook)cook?

He missed you a lot

I’m very sorry I couldn’t post I have been recently failing and I needed to improve my grades. I hope you enjoyed

#fanfic #writing #obey me brothers x male reader #obey me #male reader #mammon obey me #lucifer obey me #beel obey me #asmo obey me #satan obey me #obey me belphegor #obey me luke #obey me solomon #obey me simeon

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mcytcares · 2 years

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hello hello! would it be possible for me to request a brother figure Wilbur x younger reader headcanons? modern human au would probably work best but also just regular c!Wilbur before Lmanburg is good too. i honestly just want like,,,fluff, sweet stuff, comfort, feelgood, that kinda vibe. nothing specific cept him just like being there and caring and stuff. really craving that soft stuff rn lol. thank you so much!!

sure anon! :D hope you enjoy! <3 - 📼

BROTHER FIGURE WILBUR & YOUNGER Y/N

Type - Headcanons

Familial

Human & Modern AU

Note - This involves the DSMP character only. Also this is written with a gender neutral reader in mind :]

Warnings - N/A! Only fluff here!

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• Big bro Wilbur is super sweet!!

• He loves just sitting next to you, watching your favorite movies

• On bad days, he'll make your favorite food, and give you a big hug!

• He has to lean down a whole lot considering he's basically a giant- he often jokes about back pain and getting old

• Sometimes he'll scoop you up in his arms or onto his shoulders, and just let you chill up there for a while

• When this happens, you often spread out your arms and pretend you're an airplane.

• Wilbur runs around and makes whooshing noises, just to hear you laugh

• On nights where you both have trouble sleeping, he'll make hot chocolate

• He claims your sweet tooth is almost as bad as his- as long as it's for hot chocolate

• On rainy days, he'll help you set up a blanket fort in the living room. The most decadent blanket fort ever, really

• "Only the best for my little sibling," He claims

• You bury yourself in blankets while he settles down with his guitar and a few books

• His humming lulls you into a peaceful sleep

• On days when you are both well and truly bored, he'll put on a play

• A one-man-show, which is mostly him reciting Shakespeare plays from memory to the best of his ability

• He's got a flair for the dramatic, which he passes onto you

• When you get sick, he coddles you like a mother hen- but doesn't make for the best nurse.

• He makes you soup and gives you your medicine, but that's about all he can do

• He gives you as many hugs as he can without getting sick himself

• Once he gets better, he offers to let you lay on the couch, curled up next to him, watch a comfort movie and eat whatever you want

• Physical touch is his love language, and it shows through his constant little touches and warm bear hugs

• When you wake from night terrors, he'll wrap you in a big hug, soothing you as best he can.

• "It's alright, I'm here, little one. You're safe, I promise. Nothing's out to get you- not as long as I'm here to protect you."

• You always feel safe when you're with him

• He indulges you whenever you want to play with him, even if he's busy with work

• To him, it's a welcome distraction

• You two make up all sorts of games, each with their own stipulations and good memories to be shared

• You find loopholes in the rules you've created and use them to your advantage- even if there is no "winning" in some games. You like doing utterly wild things and seeing the mystified look on his face

• He says, with a laugh, that your wild imagination never ceases to amaze him.

#hope this is okay!#- 📼#dream smp x reader #dsmp x reader #familial x reader #platonic x reader #x reader #familial #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #anonymous #fluff #modern human au

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bowieandqueen11 · 3 years

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Howl Pendragon With a Sick Reader Headcanons

Request: Hey, I love your writing! I was wondering if you could write a HC of Howl taking care of a sick reader!

I honestly never realised the Howl fandom was so big, so thank you for sending this in and reminding me how great you all are! <3

If you enjoy, please comment and reblog!

When Howl Pendragon had taken you, his spouse, out on a day trip to Porthaven Marshes, the vibrant fields where Howl first caught Calcifer, he had not expected it to rain as thunderously as it did.

He had wrapped his pink and yellow chequered cape around both your heads, before grabbing your hand and starting to run. You couldn’t help but giggle as the two of you slid across the dewy grass, rain scattering the pastel petals up onto your knees. His hair began to tickle your forehead, slick wet, his breath coming out in warm puffs against your face, but soon he started laughing too.

Until the two of you woke up the next morning (after a very long and very hot bath together when you jumped back into the castle and dumped your wet clothes by the fire place), and you began sneezing rapidly into his face.

Despite the fact that Howl is usually the over dramatic one, and the one who begs and whines for all the cuddles, hugs, little butterfly kisses and just any affection you can give him, is surprisingly on top of things when he realises you’re ill.

Something seems to switch in his brain, and he turns into super protective husband mode.

He’s got poor Calcifer cooking so much chicken noodle, vegetable, minestrone soup, warming up hot water bottles and your blankets, as well as an assortment of herbal teas Howl had prepared on the kitchen table himself, that the poor fire demon almost puffs out with the effort of it.

Markl doesn’t fare much better: he’s sent out to buy vegetables, and honey, and ginger about ten times a day that he’s practically a blur up and down the stairs of the castle.

Every time he comes into the bedroom to check on you, he has to shove a few knickknacks and old magical jewellery boxes out of the way to make room for all the medicines he had concocted for you.

You kept telling him that you were fine, and you just needed to rest for a couple of days. However, when he sits down next to you on the bed, and you can see the way his eyes seem to dip down, filled with tears, his normally jubilant expression washed over with concern and guilt, all your words catch in your throat and you let him fuss over you.

It’s the small moments like these that make you realise how much Howl really does love you.

He ignores every visitor, ignores every urgent magical matter, or pressing note from Kingsbury, to instead spend every minute of every hour by your side. He has a pile of blankets tucked into your side, but his hand never leaves your head - placing a cold, wet rag onto your forehead, before biting his lip and pressing the back of his hand against it to check your temperature.

If he thinks it’s too hot, or too cold, you bet he ends up stuffing some soup, or some tea, or a thermometer into your mouth.

He becomes the SOFTEST man!!! Man can you just imagines his heart eyes at you??? The way he helps you around if you want to shower, or just need to move, the way he helps you change into one of his billowy, oversized shirts because they smell like him, and he wants at least a part of him to be in the room at all times??

No matter how much you try to shove him off, trying to stop him from getting ill himself, he just pouts and wraps his arms around your stomach even tighter. He takes the time to switch roles, so you’re the one with your head tucked into the dip of his neck, as his nimble fingers come up to twirl with the hair at the nape of your neck. He runs his fingers through your hair, gently massaging the top of your shoulders as he presses little warm kisses against your ear.

He uses his magic to fill the room with relaxing music and sounds of nature, soft notes swirling through the room and enveloping the two of you in what felt like a gold haze. If you can’t sleep, he’ll transform the ceiling, moving away all the jewels and beads to instead surround you in darkness. A few lights begin to burst forth from in front of your eyes, water colour splashes that dance and twinkle in front of your eyes.

You sigh in contentment, not noticing in the dark the way Howl’s gazing down at you, a broad grin on his face.

He begins humming a gentle song, a little rhyming fairy tale he heard a long time ago during his childhood days, before the two of you fall into a blissful sleep.

#Howl Pendragon #howl pendragon x reader #howl pendragon imagine #howls moving castle #howl pendragon headcanons #howl's moving castle #howl #howls moving castle imagine #howls moving castle headcanons #howl pendragon fanfic #howl pendragon fanfiction

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honeyhenry · 3 years

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Sweet as Pie

With some much needed time off, and excitement crisp in the air, you had flown over to Jersey with your husband Henry for Christmas to stay with his family, and they had been delighted to have you both back on his homeland. You settled in to Henry’s old room, unpacking all of the gifts you had brought for his family. You knew his nieces and nephews were going to love you even more when they saw what would be lying for them under the grand Christmas tree in the living room. Secretly, you were their favourite - not that they’d ever tell their poor Uncle Henry.

The large home is tidy, but scattered with family members in every room, all feeling at home in the place where Henry and his brothers grew up. You’d been able to catch up with the relatives you didn’t often see, and promise to spend some quality time together over the holidays.

It was so sweet to watch all the children’s faces light up on Christmas morning. You were glad that you and Henry could be spared an extra few moments in bed, being the only childless couple in the house. Yet moments later, Kal had leapt onto the bed - much to Henry’s annoyance; “down Kal, careful now” - as soon as he had heard the pattering of his small friends’ feet out in the hallways. And what Kal wanted, you usually gave him.

Which is why, at 6.45am, Kal dragged you and in turn, dragged Henry down to the living room where the rest of the family sat, with the kids lit up like the Christmas tree that their plethora of presents laid under, grinning to their bleary eyed parents who’d barely had a wink of sleep on the cold winter morning.

“You’d think after 6 years it gets easier” you’d heard someone murmur, and so you’d decided to put the kettle on for those poor souls. Luckily for you, 45 minutes later, you’re able to snuggle back into bed with Henry, warming your feet on his legs to annoy him. You kiss the offended pout right off his face, before feeling his beefy arms wrap around your waist. It’s the last thing you had recalled, as you dozed off in his arms only seconds later, feeling his fingertips rub against your hip softly.

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The kitchen was bustling with about 10 bodies all completing their various tasks; cooking, washing, baking, roasting, timing and tasting. Well, you had kicked your husband out of the kitchen for sneaking a taste of your dessert before it was ready, chastising him out of the door.

“You can either help properly or go and play with your siblings” you had bargained while he’d grinned, leaning against the doorframe. He raised an eyebrow, looking you up and down like you were a pastry he was keen to ravish himself; “But who is going to compliment the chef?”

With that, you’d folded your arms across your chest, blushing at his words. The cheek of that man was not lost on you, and it still got you every single time.

And you loved him for it.

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The meal was a total success. A wonderful soup starter, followed by a small appetiser, and then the most magnificent turkey. Feeding over 20 people - now probably closer to 30 if you were to include the children who were growing up so quickly in front of your eyes - had proven to be difficult, but it was a challenge the family had clearly tackled before.

You had been so excited to prepare the desserts, and present your dish. However, halfway through the day, somewhere between the main course, watching your nephews with their new toys, and the dessert course of the delicious homemade Christmas feast, you’d fallen asleep on the sofa completely tuckered out. Your legs rested on Henry’s lap as he’d covered you with a hand-knitted blanket that he’d once slept with as a boy. Henry’s mother speaks up, careful not to wake you. She has a gleam in her eye, not that you or even Henry notice, too wrapped up in your own cozy sleepy bubble together by the fire.

“Dessert can wait” his mother says to the gaggle of children and adults swarming the living room, “go out and get some fresh air.”

She turns to the children, specifically. “Do not disturb your Aunt, okay?”

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Your cheeks are warm as the fire heats the living room, and after a particularly competitive game of rugby with his brothers, nieces, and nephews, Henry quietly checks on you. He had left the room earlier when you had shifted your legs slightly, taking the opportunity to get some fresh air himself. It had indeed been a long day. His brothers had questioned your tiredness briefly, making sure you were well. With the knowledge that you were simply sleepy, they had begun to joke that you obviously just couldn’t keep up with the rest of the Cavills - despite having married into the family for 2 years and been around for the holidays for 4. Henry had promised them that you were fine - that you still weren’t used to the long trip back to the island for the holidays.

Not exactly a fib, he’d thought.

Kal was laid beside you, loyal as ever, watching out for anyone who may disturb your rest, sending a rumbling growl towards anyone who approached. Except Henry.

While checking on you now to make sure you were still comfortable and resting well, he smiled, taking a picture of you wrapped up cosily by the fire, at peace in his childhood home, completely at rest and ease with him and his closest relatives. Petting Kal softly, he thanks him for looking after his mama so well.

“So?”

His mother, he hears. She’s alone for once as there was no one rushing to check for updates on food, no enquiries about the house, or any funny stories woven into a ten minute tale from her grandchildren. She’s alone, with her hands on her hips and her eyebrows raised.

Henry stands up straight. There’s nothing that can wipe the tremendously cheesy grin off of his face. He can’t even speak. Even after dessert had finished, you were the one who would be doing all the talking, the telling, the explaining.

“Mum-”

“Henry. She’s not ill. and i know you’re sensible enough to not be up the whole night with your wife...at least under my roof. So…?”

He looks over at your peaceful form, and then scratches his neck, blushing at being caught out, but also ecstatic that he can finally say something about it.

“She’s eleven weeks. We’re expecting a baby next summer”

With that, his mother almost leaps with joy over to her son, who she hugs closely despite the obvious height barrier.

“Oh i knew it, I knew it! I’m so happy for you Henry, for you both. I thought, ‘She normally loves that bread for starter’, hm? Oh my boy! A father!”

With her proclamation, Henry finds that he has tears in his eyes as he holds his Mother close, finally glad that it’s not just a little secret between the two of you - well, the two of you and Kal, who had already been a stellar protector and big brother.

“We had planned to tell everyone after dessert…we’ve known for nearly 2 months and it’s been killing me that I couldn’t say. We’ve had to be so careful-“

“Henry?” he hears your quiet voice from across the room, as Kal’s collar jingles. He turns to see you sitting up from your nap with Kal booping his nose at your stomach. You’re scratching at his head, thanking him for being such a wonderful boy, while looking up at the two Cavills.

It takes less than a second for you to realise what is happening in front of you. Your jaw drops and louder than your previous call, you exclaim, “Henry you told her?”

“She worked it out! Practically forced it out of me.” he grins, holding his hands up as his Mother pretends to smack his arm.

You stand, watching not to step on Kal or any stray Legos that your nephews have left strewn across the floor, and walk over to hug her. She’s been so caring and kind since you’ve joined the family all those years ago, and you know that she will be an incredible Grandma to your little one.

Breaking apart from the hug, you find Henry pulling you to him carefully, letting you melt into his side. Kissing your forehead he asks, for your ears only, “Good sleep? No pains? Sickness?” He has a small crease of worry between his brows and you always do your best to soften that small tense area with regular updates and sweet kisses.

“Yeah i’m okay honey” you reassure him, patting your stomach, “this ones growing up a storm in there”.

And they really are. Henry’s mother cannot believe she’s seeing it, and mostly can’t believe she missed it. You’re already showing, but a large loose sweater -probably one of Henry’s old ones that has since become yours - over your dress, has hidden a sizeable roundness to your stomach that you were excited to finally show.

“How did I miss this!” Your mother-in-law gasps, causing you to grin, and Henry’s chest to puff with utter pride and excitement.

“I know it’s bordering on having too much to eat, but we’ve been hiding it for a couple weeks now. Doctor thinks that baby’s gonna be big. Just like their daddy.” You explain, giving your stomach another gentle rub, surprised to find Henry’s hand there on it already.

If you’d thought Kal was protective, Henry was another thing altogether.

He’s still grinning as you kiss him, before you pull away to speak more to his mother about all the details, especially when you’ll be coming over to Jersey again. Kai follows you closely, making sure you’re staying safe. He’s known that there’s something up with his mama, there has been for weeks, especially with the way his master looks after you now.

Henry, deciding to be sneaky while the two women in his life are currently distracted chatting, takes another taste of the dessert you made, now set out on the kitchen. The worst part is, he thinks he’s got away with it.

He realises he doesn’t the second you smack his hand from the dessert.

“Strike two Mr Cavill! Step away from the pie.”

“And if I don’t?” he raises an eyebrow, watching your reactions as you hold a butter knife in your hand trying to look at least vaguely threatening - failing miserably. “Maybe i’ll strike out tonight, hm?” he continues with that wonderfully mischievous glint in his eye, taking cautious steps towards you. “You look even sweeter than your pie with this little bump here. Maybe I’ll have a taste later after all.”

Henry’s mother had not been right in her assumptions, for under her roof, you and Henry were not sensible at all.

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please let me know what u think! i am v nervous to post but excited!!!

#henry cavill x reader #henry cavill x you #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill writing #henry cavill #henry cavill characters #henry fic #cavillry #henry cavill fluff

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ahjustroza · 3 years

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Last Legacy Headcanon

💤Sleeping Together💤

(SFW)

Kind of a self insert type of headcanon. So that you beautiful people can imagine yourselves in Anisa’s arms. Or wrapped by Sage’s tail. Or Felix on top of you. Pick your poison ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

✨MC is always gender neutral in this blog✨

Enjoy~

Sage

I feel like in his case you are the little spoon most nights unless you tell him otherwise

He will always face you

Not because he doesn't trust you to turn his back at you

But he has to have you within his eyesight at all times

He wraps his arms around you or lets you wrap him with your arms while he rests his head against your chest.

He is probably the one to sleep on the wall side as well

Meaning, no matter which side you turn he can still cuddle you while keeping an eye on the room, window, or door for any possible threats at night

He won't let you know tho

oh no

He'll make sure you get your sleep without worrying about anything

He'll worry for you

Also will make everything so causal as well, unless you ask too many questions about his sleep routine you will never know he guards you even at nights

He'll purr and wrap his tail around your leg each time

He likes to have his tail around your leg

That way he can pull you even closer and feel your body more

Hair pets are a routine if you are willing

Kisses are also a must

He'll either kiss you on the cheek causally if you are both too tired and need to just lie down or give you longer and more sloppy kisses here and there

Playful on the bed for no one's surprise

Not always for heated follow-up moments if you catch my meaning, but romantic and intimate closeness is always there

You two are just too comfortable with each other and can lie down any way you want

He just has to feel your presence at all times

Also Sage is a light sleeper in my opinion

He has the potential to sleep like a bear but he also can intentionally sleep light as well

He'll check you each time you move away from him in your sleep

Either with his hands or by opening his eyes slightly

When you wake up for the bathroom or to grasp water he'll sit upright and look where you are going

Maybe ask you half asleep where you go in the middle of the night and if you don't answer he'll get up and follow you to see what you are up to

And he doesn't like walking around half asleep

Some nights he'll hold your arm and make you lay back down and grab you a glass of water himself

You two are way too comfortable

You won't mind if he purrs too loud in his sleep or throws one leg on you in his sleep

He also won't mind even if you sleep on top of him, take all the space in bed to yourself, or even drool in your sleep

He also won't mind morning hair or morning breath

He'll kiss you good morning and beg you to make/find breakfast every morning

Anisa

She actually cares for your sleep schedule a lot more than you do

Anisa is not like the controlling and then lecturing you for not getting enough sleep kind

She instead gives attention to how energic you wake up after long or short sleep every day and calculate how much sleep you need in her head 😌

Everyone's body works differently, some needs more than 8 hours of sleep while others are fine with only 4 hours of sleep

If you sleep less than her she'll make sure to lie down beside you if you like to spend time in bed until you sleep yourself

She enjoys your company in any way possible

While giving you your space

She'll learn your sleep habits as well

What kind of pillow do you sleep well with

Is it high or low? Hard or soft? What kind of pillowcase do you prefer?

Oh you bet she'll even change the bed with a new one if you are not comfortable with the old one

She likes to talk to you before going to sleep in the bed too!

She mostly would like to talk about the future of you two in my opinion

Where would you go together or what new things to try...

She'll ask you many questions about your world and home

I can also picture you two just wear your most comfortable pajamas and just be yourselves and really, really enjoy each other

Your pajamas might look ridiculous but have an insane level of comfort

Like you can wear just a random shirt with a really old coffee (or anything really, maybe soup stain? wine stain? pomegranate stains are a bitch to get rid of as well) stain that is just not going away no matter what you do

Or you can just wear a potato bag all she cares

She is nonjudgmental

She accepts you with your everything

And she actually likes it when you be yourself without having a need to look perfect at all times

She LOVES it when you just be comfortable around her

So just be natural

Wear your ugliest socks

She'll still call you gorgeous 🥺

Ah and she'll be comfortable around you as well

She is calm around you

Like really calm

Peaceful

Safe

Her muscles are relaxed as if she were just out of a spa day

You two start off by cuddling but when you both fall asleep it is just a matter of which position do you sleep most comfortable with

She just needs to feel your presence but won't sleep on top of you as Sage does

She might like to just put her arm around your waist in her sleep or sleep close to your body without putting her arms around you

I feel like she won't take a lot of space in bed to herself either

She is good with sharing

If you are a clingy sleeper she is fine with it as well

You can sleep on top of her and she'll caress your cheek before finding herself a comfortable position while not disturbing your sleep while you're still on top of her

She might want you to make a coffee for her in the morning while she takes care of the breakfast most mornings

You are the mighty barista after all 💪

If you don't know how to cook she'll teach you so that you can surprise her with a nice breakfast one day

While she might enjoy drinking her coffee with you in bed, you are not allowed to eat in bed

Felix

Yes.

He is ✨smol and pretty✨ but definitely has the potential to take a lot of space in bed while sleeping

His bed was huge and comfy before he signs to the Starsworns too in my opinion

Filthy rich and with a big comfy bed hmmm

But I also think he will just curl in your arms too so

It is a 50/50 situation with him

You are mostly the big spoon because he is

a bottom

yea

I don't decide the rules here

He will have a hard time getting comfy sleeping beside you early in the relationship

He is nervous for funny reasons

and adorable

He cares how he looks around you

Also, he is grown up in an almost perfectionist environment. Appearance among the upper class is always important.

His pajamas are comfortable, most likely silk or something soft

You have to take the first step to break the uncomfortable walls with him

It is not like Felix is pushing you away or don't want to sleep in the same bed with you

He does

But he is shy and nervous like I said

Be casual around him, wear your most comfortable pajamas without caring how ridiculous they might look on you

I am saying this way too much but I don't believe people wear fancy pajamas at all

If they do they belong to jail.

Wear that shirt with Spongebob print that you bought in 8th grade y'all

He'll find it reassuring but will also make comments on your pajamas

Because he is a "quick answerer"

He has a comment for everything 😌

But he'll relax after seeing you being yourself around him without worrying about how you look

Also not making comments about his bed hair or the way he sleeps will help a lot as well

Just be gentle with my sub bottom boy

Caress his hair when you hold him close

Maybe murmur a calming melody while stroking his back

Just enjoy his presence as much as he does enjoy yours

It is all looking mesmerizing and cute. Just like straight out of a romance movie awe

Holding the love of your life in your arms and feel his warmth

Until he falls asleep.

He is a blanked hog

I am not accepting any opposite commentary about this and baby boy takes all the blanket for himself in my dreams

And you will let him as well. as I do in those dreams

hehe

No, but I am serious.

He will wrap himself with the blanket

If he could breathe easily he would put his head under the blanket as well

Felix does this so that he can feel pressure around him

Something to hold him tight all around

Blanket hogging can be a huge sign of self insecurity and fear of outside factors/ harm coming to them in a sleep state

People that had a lot of sleep paralysis during their childhood tend to wrap their body with a blanket for the sense of security and sometimes feeling nervous even sleeping on their back

Those people usually sleep sideways or on their stomach

Felix has traumas and a not too peaceful childhood so I believe he will unconsciously feel like he is not secure in his sleep

I also think he is a heavy sleeper unless he is napping

He is a night owl yes

but it is only half because he doesn't need too much sleep

I think he might feel nervous in the dark. Not afraid, but nervous.

He saw a war against Lord of Shadows and lost the entire Starsworn

He also knows necromancy and nighttime rituals

There are also many abominations and monsters in The Last Legacy universe as well. Most likely he fought many during the war

My point is, sleeping is partly torture for Felix without him knowing it

So when he got used to sleeping beside you, he started to feel alive when he woke up

His unconscious told him that he was safe with you

That you would protect him

That you will always be beside him, ready to pull him in your arms

And your scent is a calming factor for him too

He started off by getting more and more clingy with you in his sleep each night

When you hit the final/ 100th Level (the chosen barista: Felix’s hug pillow) with making Felix comfortable in his sleep, he starts sleeping in positions such as curling in your arms, tangling his legs to yours, and getting the blanked all the way up to your necks

Or if you turn your back to him in your sleep, he will sleep either pressing his back to yours and hugging the blanket at the same time or wrap an arm and leg around you with the blanket covering his entire back

On summer nights tho you will have to put your arm around him with a small space between you two to not get sweaty

Or he will not care about the heat and sleep on top of you

He mostly gets lucky with the summer breeze on top of you, but you'll feel super hot beneath his body

Put your arm around him if you want to sleep

Either way, he wakes up looking healthier each day

Just seeing how relaxed his shoulders look in the mornings feels heavenly for you

You are good for him

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chelsgal1993 · 3 years

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Hey there little red (werewolf Dabi x reader)

This one has triggers. Noncon and breeding kink. Anyway, you have been warned. Don't read if it makes you uncomfortable and please don't report as it takes away from people who request different works from me.

Just so you know you can request work by sending me a message.

S.S.

"sweetheart, you will be careful on the way to your grandmothers," your mother asks. As she hands you the basket of food and your red hood.

"Mother, I have made this trip plenty of times before. This time will be no different," you say smiling at her.

"I just worry. Lots of young women like yourself have been going missing. The other villagers are saying its werewolves. Just promise to stay on the path and find shelter before dark, " she says.

"Okay mother, I love you," you say as you head out the door.

The tales the villagers have been telling seemed a little far fetched to you. Well, until one of your friends went missing.

Sticking to the path you could hear rustling in the bushes. You turned to see no one. You saw a beautiful field with pretty flowers. You decided to stop and pick some for your grandmother. You weren't even halfway to your destination and the sun had begun to set. You hadn't found shelter. Not that you were all that tired. Since there was no place for you to stay yet you decided to keep going. Maybe if you just stayed on the path you would be fine.

"Well well well, what's a pretty thing like you doing out here at dark. Didn't anyone tell you monsters lurk out here at night," a voice rang out.

You looked around but do not see anyone.

"W-who is there," you ask shakily.

Out from the shadows stepped a young man. He had skin that looked like it was burnt and held together by metal. You noticed his crazy blue eyes and the last thing you noticed was the ears and tail. Those resembled a dog. He had huge claws that looked like he could tear you apart easily.

You shuddered as he stepped onto the path.

"You should feel lucky I am here to protect you, " he said with a vicious smile.

You turn on your heel and begin to run down the path. You couldn't hear him following you. So you slowed down and turned to see if he was following. He was nowhere to be seen. So you came to a stop to catch your breath, only to have it knocked out of you as you fell to the ground.

"come now doll, did you really think you could outrun me, " he asks in a low chuckle.

"P-please let me go. You can have whatever you want from the basket," you say.

He was on top of you pinning you to the ground.

"why would I want anything from the basket when you smell much better than what's inside the basket, " he says with a smirk.

You began to tremble in fear. This monster was talking about how good you smelled. He was definitely going to eat you. He licked up your neck from your shoulder to your ear.

"If you're going to eat me can you at least make my death as painless as possible," you say letting out a sob.

He looked at you for a moment before he began to laugh.

"I am not going to eat you. Well, maybe not in that way," he says as he raises a clawed hand and swipes down your chest exposing your breasts. You gasp at the sudden coldness. He dives his face in and grabs one of your nipples with his mouth. His hand running up your thighs and removes your panties. He lifts his face away from your breasts to smell your panties. Then shoves them in the pocket of his jacket. He takes his mouth and latches it onto the other nipple.

As all this is happening you look for anything to help you get out of the situation. That's when you spot a tree branch. It doesn't look too heavy. Maybe just enough to knock him off you so you can run again. You grab hold of the branch and bring it down and strike him. You manage to slip from under him and run for it grabbing the basket on the way. The next village wasn't too far off. You could see the lights in the distance.

You ran as fast as your legs would carry you. Down the path to the village. You bang on the door of an inn. The innkeeper sees your appearance and rushes you in quickly. She grabs you a blanket to wrap around yourself. She asks you what happened and you tell her. She helps check you for wounds. When she realizes there are none she quickly gives you a room key and tells you to take a bath. Giving you a towel and some clothes since the top of your dress was ripped. After your bath, she brings you up some soup and bread before telling you goodnight.

The next morning you woke early and headed down the stairs of the inn. The old woman from last night was at the front desk. She had set a bag of fresh clothes for you in a bag on your door. She washed your cloak and gave you a new dress. You had tried to pay the old woman for letting you stay at her inn and for the clothes. She refused payment. Handing you something to eat for breakfast and told you to be safe for the rest of your trip.

You thanked her again and waved goodbye. You got onto the path and began the rest of your trip. The path was nicely shaded and there was a slight breeze. You heard some rustling and looked towards the noise getting ready to run. A cute little bunny jumped out causing you to jump slightly.

"careful it can probably smell fear," you recognized the voice as the one from last night. Before you could turn toward him he grabbed you from behind hugging you to his front.

"what do you want from me, " you asked him trying your best not to let your voice waver.

"Well I could smell you the second you walked into the forest. I thought to myself I had to have whatever smelt so good, " he said.

"You already said you weren't going to eat me. So what do you want me for," you ask again.

"Look at you being brave. I had to wait all night for you to come out of that village. Slept in the bushes nearby and when I smelled you. I followed you for a while to make sure you were away from the village. Can't have you causing too much of a commotion and have people out hunting for us. Now listen, I am going to take you. You will be mine and we will have pups," he states.

You wait for the opportunity to kick him where the sun doesn't shine and make a run for it. You heard him howl in pain but you didn't look back. Afraid if you stopped he would catch you. After a couple of minutes of running, you were yet again knocked to the ground.

"you sure are feisty. That's fine. It will be more fun when I break you, " he snarls.

He swipes at the new dress ripping the top and continues until you are left naked under him. He manages to tie your wrists together with his belt. After he is done he grabs your hips and lowers himself and licks your delicate area. you begin to sob.

"I told you I wasn't going to eat you. Well not in the way you thought," he says with a chuckle.

He continues to lick your pussy. When he deems you wet enough he inserts a finger while he licks, sucks, and nips at your clit. You give out a strangled moan. He inserts a second finger pumping into you for a bit and then begins a scissoring motion. After a minute he stands and drops his pants to the ground letting you get an eye full of what his cock looked like. It's was big and didn't look like a humans at all. It had a bulb at the end. You couldn't imagine that going in you let alone any of it.

He got down and flipped you over angling your hips so your ass was in the air. You could feel him push the tip in.

"Please. That won't fit, " you sobbed out.

"Don't worry doll. I will take good care of you

The knot will be the worst part for you but we will work up to that," he says as he pushes more in. In a swift movement, he pushes the rest in up to the knot. He moves in and out at a rough pace giving you no time to adjust.

You felt like he was ripping you apart. You scream out in pain as he continues to thrust into you. You could only scream and sob with an occasional moan thrown into the mix. You could feel his pace become sloppy and when he was close to done he pressed himself in you biting your neck and pushing the knot into you. He holds himself in you for some time. You can feel his seed seeping out of you when he does finally pull out. You were to tired to get up or move.

"Heh. Tired? That's okay. I will carry you to our home, " he says with a chuckle.

"Our home," you ask a little confused.

"Mhm. You are my mate now. You belong to me. You could never go back to your old home anyway. My mark is visible for everyone to see. They would banish you from your village anyway," he says.

You begin to cry knowing now there is no escape from him. He continues to talk to you saying how you will have his pups for the rest of your life. He says how he will keep you safe and you will have whatever it is you desire as long as you are good for him. As he walks you to his home you can only sob. You would never see your mother or grandmother again. When you meet his eyes he smiles down at you. Not a comforting smile, but a possessive smile.

#bnha dabi #dabi x you #dabi x reader #yandere mha x reader #yandere bnha x reader #mha smut #bnha smut #mha dabi #smut #dabi smut

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karasuno-volley · 3 years

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HAIKYUU BOYS + TAKING CARE OF YOU WHEN YOU’RE SICK ( ft. tsukki, oikawa, atsumu )

pairing: haikyuu boys + gn!reader

tw: sickness. nothing serious, just some cold symptoms. timeskip spoilers maybe?

a/n: i've been sick for the past few days and just can’t seem to shake it, so i’ve written something a bit more in-the-moment. shout-out to the “always sick during cold months” gang. reblogs / likes welcome, no reposting !! love, volley.

You don’t cry in front of Tsukishima. Or, if you do, it’s exceedingly rare. You two worked so well together because of your personalities. Cut and dry humor and soft teasing is more of your couple style. However, when Kei finally stops by your house after school, knowing you’ve been sick, he’s not quite sure what he’s doing there. Standing outside of your door, he mumbles how much of an idiot he is. You told him specifically not to show up, but now, outside with some soup and other feel-good snacks, Kei wasn’t sure whether to knock or text you. In the end, he decides to call you. That in itself was also rare-- you didn’t enjoy talking on your phone, so many of your conversations, if not happening in person, were played out through texts. Also rarely, you answer it on the first ring. You don’t say anything, because Tsukki already hung up after the first disheartening sniffle. Opening the door to your house, he knows that neither your parents or siblings will be home this early. He makes his way up to your room, barely knocking before pushing the door slightly ajar. Tsukki is greeted by the sight of you, head in hands, tears of frustration running down your face.

“Are you okay?” He asks, already reaching for the nearby tissues. You wave him off, sniffling once before choking up a response. “I’m fine.” When Tsukki approaches with the box of tissues, you try to steal a few to clean yourself up, but he pulls away, instead drying your tears himself. He settles himself next to you, quiet and reflective as you slowly stop crying. “Did something happen?” He asks. You haven’t really seen this side to him. He must think someone made you cry, because his eyes are dark and angered. “No, I just… My head, it hurts, and…” Oh, God, how could you ever explain to him that you were crying because of a headache? But to your surprise, Kei only nods, adjusting so that he’s sitting against your pillows. You watch, confusion muddling your features. “Well?” He mumbles, reaching for your hand. “Come on. Get some rest.” When you finally give in and lay against his chest, he carefully places some of your blankets on top of the pair of you. Before you knew it, you were comfortably asleep, breathy sighs escaping your lips. Tsukki runs his hand through your hair a few times, but soon enough, he also succumbs to sleep.

It felt like each time you flew to Argentina to visit him, you always caught some sort of cold. Tooru would joke for the first week of your visit that the only reason you flew out to visit him was so that he could baby you. But now, two weeks into your visit, this damn head cold had yet to disappear. Tooru quickly becomes more concerned as each day passes and you’re still coughing and complaining of aches and chills. When he sees you out of bed in the morning, dragging your feet along the floor, he immediately turns to you. “And what do you think you’re doing out of bed?” He smirks, one hand on his hip. You’ve known that stance since high school-- the one where he isn’t going to let you just slide right past him. You raise your eyes to his, sighing. When you do speak, it’s rough and dry, a product of coughing for most of the night. “Tooru, don’t you have practice? What are you doing here still?” You sniffle, and then come to your surroundings a bit better. Some soup was simmering on the stove, a tea kettle steaming close by. “I took the day off.” He says, as if that’s an obvious thing.

You’ve never known him to miss anything when it came to volleyball, so you raise your eyebrows, doubtful. “Did you?” “Yes.” He looks to you, a stupid, goofy grin on his face. Then, his tone a bit more serious: “Now go back to bed. Or at least lay down on the couch. I’m making you some stuff to help you feel better.” He shuffles you away with a hand on your lower back, comforting and protective. You settle yourself in on the couch, whiny but not strong enough to do anything about it. You cross your arms until Tooru once again appears in front of you, cradling a cup of tea. He hands it to you gently, and you take a few sips. Then, there’s a spoon coming to your mouth, airplane-style. “Oikawa--,” you start, but before you can reprimand him for treating you like a child, he takes the opportunity to put the spoonful of soup into your mouth. You choke it down, half laughing. “What the hell, Oikawa? I’m not a child, I can feed myself.” He only laughs, handing you the bowl. “See? You’re feeling better already! And I told you I’d take care of you, didn’t I?” You take in a few more sips of liquid, nearly tipping the bowl over when a coughing fit attacks. He immediately steals the soup away, and with an agility only learned through the sport he loves, carefully places it on the coffee table without spilling a single drop. Tooru turns back to you, a hand brushing your hair away from your forehead. “Maybe I need to take care of you better.” He hums, a kiss placed to your heated skin. A fever? A blush? You’re unsure, but Oikawa smiles all the same. Soon enough, you’re wrapped around him in a blanket, easily curled into his arms. He rests his chin on your head, and the day drags on, slowly, sweetly.

He feels horribly about getting you sick. Really, he does. He tries to shower you in affection to make up for it, a kiss here, a hug there, but you’re having none of it, squirreling out of his grasp as best you can. “‘Tsumu! Stop! I don’t want you to get sick again.” You huff, retrieving a tissue to blow your nose. Your boyfriend frowns, watching you dejectedly. “But I wanna make up for it. I know it was me that got you like this.” He whines, and you lean back against the kitchen counter. “If you wanna make up for it, maybe you can take care of dinner tonight? I don’t care what it is-- it’s not like I can taste anything anyways.” You watch Atsumu think it over. He’s not much of a cook, but then his eyes light up. “I’ll call Osamu!” He runs off like a child, excited for the opportunity to take care of you for once, when it was often the other way around. It’s not like Atsumu would forget to shower or anything, but often you would greet him with breakfast, dinner. Remind him to eat during the day, replenish the energy he’d spent while playing volleyball.

An hour later, there’s a knock on the door, and it’s Osamu, holding out a to-go bag. “It’s special, not on the menu stuff.” He nods, and Atsumu grins, thanking his brother ten times over. He offers him money, but Osamu simply waves him off, glancing behind him to view your coughing figure on the couch. “Maybe save it, ‘Tsumu? Buy her some cough medicine?” When Atsumu finally joins you on the couch, you’re greeted by some onigiri, a few different teas and soups, and a few desserts. “I told Osamu whatever he felt like you could need, and I guess he doesn’t know what you like.” He says, offering you up a small plate of food. You eat some, but you honestly didn’t have much of an appetite. Atsumu tries to force at least some liquids into you, but by the end of half an hour, you’re pushing him away slightly each time he tries to put another bowl or cup to your lips. Finally, it’s a spoon that catches your attention. You open your eyes, not realizing you had been half asleep. “C’mon, Y/N. Don’t push this one away, it’s medicine.” Atsumu offers it to you once more, and you take the spoonful of the pink liquid, choking it down with some water. When you lean back against the couch cushion, Atsumu is already there, as if anticipating your next action. Sometimes, your boyfriend is wildly perceptive. Your head lolls to his shoulder, too tired to really care about going to bed at all. You don’t wake as Atsumu carefully picks you up, head to his shoulder, before placing you lovingly in your shared bed, pulling the covers over you. Now, it’s his turn to take care of you.

#I know I've posted a lot today but listen #I need to finish this post before the nyquil kicks in #hq #haikyuu #hq imagines #haikyuu imagines #tsukki x reader #tsukki imagines #Oikawa x reader #oikawa imagines #atsumu x reader #atsumu imagines #karasuno-volley #writing #haikyuu timeskip #tw sick #tw sickness

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