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hearts-hunger · 10 months

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big squeeze || josh kiszka x reader

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Summary: When you need a little extra love, Josh knows just the thing to help.

Pairings: Josh x Reader, Danny x Reader (platonic) | Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort | Word Count: 1k | Warnings: mentions of family drama

A/N: Hi! Here's a little fluff for your evening! I hope you like it! ♡

“Oh, for the love.”

You rolled your eyes at the most recent text and turned your phone off, putting the argument out of sight but unfortunately not out of mind. You looked over at Josh and saw him studying your face with a bemused and mildly worried gaze.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. He offered a smile. “Sam’s sending you memes again?”

You wished you could have coaxed out a laugh, but you couldn’t manage it.

“Yeah, I wish.” You set your phone on the side table and crossed your arms over your chest, leaning back further into the uncomfortable green room couch.

“Family shit,” you said after a moment, knowing Josh was hoping for an explanation. “It’s stupid. My family’s exhausting sometimes.”

His expression softened. “I’m sorry, baby. Do you want to talk about it?”

You shook your head. “No, thanks.” You glanced over and saw the notebook he had open on his lap, the pages covered in lyrics written in his messy scrawl, some of them crossed out, some of them with charming little doodles beside them.

“I shouldn’t have brought it up,” you said softly.

A frown tugged at his features. “Why not?”

You shrugged, embarrassed by the drama you still seemed to get roped up in with your family, wishing you could forget about it altogether and be fully present for your boys. They were doing a radio show in a little while, and they’d invited you and Sparrow to hang out at the studio. Sparrow and the rest of the guys were having a grand old time exploring the studio and raiding the snack bar; you’d gone off on your own to fight with your family over text, and Josh had come to share your couch keep you company even before he’d known what was wrong.

He closed his notebook. “Are you sure you don’t want to talk about it?”

You ran a hand over your face. “I want to forget about it,” you said truthfully. “And I don’t want to bother you with stuff like this, especially when you’re working.”

“You’re never a bother, baby,” he reminded you gently. “You know that.”

All of a sudden, you felt like crying. “Thank you, Josh.”

“Aw, sweetheart.” He took your hand. “What can I do? I want to help.”

You breathed a mirthless laugh, not really surprised to feel a couple tears fall. “You can fix all my family’s trauma.”

His smile was wry and impossibly tender as he brushed his fingers over your cheek to dry your tears.

“Something within my power to do, preferably,” he teased gently. “But I’ll certainly try if you want me to.”

You sighed and leaned into his touch. “I don’t know. I feel all... twisted up. Nervous.”

He gave a thoughtful hum. “I think I know something that can help.” He stood. “Are you okay with being touched?”

You nodded, a little bemused as you looked up at him. “Where are you going?”

He smiled. “To get something that’ll help.” He kissed your forehead. “Be right back.”

You watched him go, wondering what on earth he was going to get, wondering why he’d asked if you were okay with being touched only to leave right after. You resisted the urge to pick up your phone when it buzzed again, trying not to get dragged back into the tennis match of stupid texts.

A minute later, Josh came back into the room with Danny right behind him.

“Ta-da!” Josh said, proudly presenting his brother. “Instant serotonin.”

Danny looked you over with a bit of worry as you stood. “Josh said you needed a hug.”

Your heart wobbled. Your gentle giant Danny was famous for his bear hugs, and he was always generous with them when one of his friends needed a little extra love.

“I figured a hug would feel good,” Josh explained. “But I’m a small man, you know this. My hugs aren’t crushing with love. Danny can give you the whole weighted blanket effect.”

Your laugh was watery and tight with emotion. “Yeah, I mean, if...” You looked up at Danny, a little shy. “If you want to.”

He gave you a warm smile. “Come here, trouble.”

You wrapped your arms around his waist and instantly felt his arms go around you with a broad, safe, secure affection. He squeezed you tight and gave a contented groan.

“Oh, there we go,” he said happily, rocking you side to side a little. “Big squeeze.”

You smiled to yourself, comfortably crushed against him, knowing without a doubt you were loved and cared for and wanted. You couldn’t help but relax some of the tension in your frame as Danny hugged you, totally safe for a few blissful moments wrapped in his arms.

When you felt a little jelly-legged and more relaxed than you’d felt all day, he gave you one last squeeze and let you go.

“Better?” he asked.

“Yeah,” you said with a smile. “Thanks, Dan.”

He grinned and gave you a goofy kiss on the forehead. “You’re welcome. Come get me if you need another.”

He gave Josh a quick smooch on the cheek as he left. “Here. A little something for you, too.”

Josh giggled and playfully pushed Danny away. “You’re a nut, Daniel.”

You heard Danny laugh as he went to rejoin the rest of your friends, and you turned to your boyfriend with a grateful smile.

“Thank you for getting him, Josh.” Your friends were the most precious thing in the world to you next to him, and you were always thankful to be so loved and cared for by the people you loved most.

His smile was gentle. “You’re welcome, honey.” He came close and gave you a hug of his own, not as squeezy as Danny’s, but every bit as nice. You rested your head on his shoulder as he drew his hands up and down your back.

“Did it help?” he asked.

You nodded. He kissed your temple.

“I’m glad,” he said softly. “I knew it would. You needed a good squeeze, and our Danny’s very talented at it.”

“Yeah,” you said, and your voice was tight. You looked up at him. “How do you always know how to take care of me like you do?”

He smiled. “I love to learn how to love you,” he said simply. He laughed. “It's kind of like a hobby. Before we got together, I’d find out something that you liked and promise myself that I’d remember it, so that if I ever worked up the courage to tell you I loved you, I would know all the things that made you happy.”

You framed his beloved face with your hands. “You know you're at the top of that list, right?”

You felt his smile under your hands as you saw it light up his face.

“You’re so sweet, baby.” He kissed you. “I’m glad you’re feeling better. I love you very much.”

He hugged you again, and you rested against him. “I love you very much too.”

(i'll rb with tags later because i don't want to wrestle with tumblr right now djhjdhb)

#here you go i hope you love it <333 #i think it's pretty cute #josh kiszka x reader #josh kiszka fluff #danny wagner fluff #gvf fluff #greta van fleet fanfiction #cabin fever fics #josh x baby #maddie writes stuff!

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yuriyuruandyuraart · 1 year

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DARK CREAM WEEK: day 5- punish/reward

idk man i think your threats would work a lot more often if you stopped being so handsome about it fdrgbegh<333

dark cream week and comic are by @zu-is-here

#dark cream week #dark cream #my art #cross #dream #shattered dream #s!d #cross is just panicking a little bit! shattered could threaten to murder him and he'd still find that hot tbh... our favorite simp<333 #no but GJGYIKH remind me to never listen to my ideas when i'm feverous xD #i swear i flip flopped so hard deciding what to do for that day omg #it was supposed to be angst at first but gosh enough of that already am i right?! something a little more lighthearted was needed!!#now this was supposed to be a small comic- then a comic with a little bit of animation in some panels- then an actual animation #because hey why not just put some more energy into it since it's really not that different right? <- famous last words #i'm sorry i'm a little tired xD you could not pay me to color/shade this like for real i just CAN'T #some parts could be smoother but hey! it's all good in the end >:'Dc #wish i could've posted it in time tho that would've been the first time i followed through a weekly event perfectly xd ah well #btw i'm also posting twice today!! i still need to finish the art for day 6 tho so it's gonna be a little later hgkhgh :'D #hope you guys like this!! <333

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mourning-at-night · 11 months

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ok im going to ramble for a minute but i think van palmer's turn towards violence is so interesting. like in the beginning, she nearly throws up just thinking about allie's broken leg. she can't watch when shauna sobs over her baby's body. but then she's one of the first to truly believe and accept that they'll end up turning to violence in order to survive - she stops and she watches shauna beat their friend and teammate and she knows. it's brutal and bloody and near deadly, but this time, she doesn’t look away.

despite her weak stomach, she's always been willing to do what she believes is necessary. to her, violence isn't intriguing or sensational or something to be celebrated - but it is something to be resorted to, one of those things she sees as an inevitability, a necessity, no matter how painful or nauseating or depressing. she’ll slap her mother awake, but first she'll call out to her. she'll hunt nat through the woods and she'll let a 14yo drown, but only because she and taissa and lottie and everyone who she cares for, they're all starving, or hurt. she will do what she believes it will take to keep herself and her loved ones alive, at least most of them, at least as many of them as possible - because, of course, she’s always tried so hard to be the protector. that's who she is, shown in a thousand little ways. she plays goalie. she tries to break up the fight between tai and shauna in the pilot and she starts to defend nat when travis is being a dickhead in bear down and she helps hold shauna back until lottie tells them not to in burial. she tries to look after tai when she sleepwalks, like how she possibly had to look after her mother for years. she jokes around and she tells the group stories, trying to keep them connected to the outside world.

i think it's interesting to see a character so solidly rooted in the idea of protection to be the one spearheading violent action. it's ironic and tragic and it makes sense, because as yellowjackets shows, over and over - care is not an inherently gentle or bloodless act!! it's van telling the others to leave her bleeding in the woods after the wolf attack and it's tying herself to tai even though she gets hurt and it's helping carry bodies onto the plane and digging graves. it's telling tai she loves her for the first time by literally writing it in her own blood.

sometimes it’s painful. sometimes it's not healthy or righteous. sometimes it’s the hard choice - putting forth the playing cards and joining the hunt and watching with grim determination as javi struggles and cries out for help, and then separating herself and the others from the choice to let him die by claiming the wilderness made it for them. reaching out and turning his face away from shauna when it’s time for the bloodletting. convincing travis to cannibalize his little brother by telling him that he owes javi this final act of love.

it's giving up retelling movies and tv shows and instead telling a different story, a quiet, cold one, because she believes the only way for them to survive out in the wilderness is to give themselves over to it fully, no matter how horrible - because, after everything, what choice does she feel she has but to persist? even in wiskayok, living was always a fight, another series of necessary actions in order to Get Through It and Get Out. after the alcoholic mother and ambiguously unmentioned father and the trials of being young and gay and butch in the suburbs of 90s new jersey, she wants a future, so badly. and after having to pull herself out of the crash and surviving the wolf attack and the pyre, after spending months watching the others around her suffer and starve and die, she can't pull out of the fight. she wouldn't even know how. like a brutal, desperate instinct, she must survive, and she must protect.

it's agonizing but she won't let herself feel it and it's endless but she can only think about the end result. it's selfish in the way they're almost all selfish and it's loving in the way they all love - but especially van, who is so deeply and fiercely protective, who has always cared so much. in the end, that protective instinct both keeps her painfully human and pushes her out into the deep end. it's the kindest and most wonderful piece of her being and it's an intense force that leads her towards brutality. because sometimes caring is the violent thing!! sometimes love is violence and violence is love!!!!

#i literally have a fever rn. does this vaguely strung-together nonsense make that obvious #this tumblr post is like if a 3 paragraph essay was half-digested and then spit back out and thrown in a paper shredder #anyway me when a character's kindest core traits are what lead them down a dark path....... <333 #god im obsessed with her i want to see her get Worse in s3. like go on commit more atrocities in the name of love and life. cmon do it #don't even get me started on the cancer thing. how she helps instigate the hunt when they're adults. god #obviously this isnt an overarching analysis or a moral judgement. just a thought i wanted to get out of my fever brain bc im insane abt her #van palmer #yellowjackets

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manderleyfire · 4 months

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tagged by my dostoevsky & du maurier cousin rachel @elcctra to post the best book i read in 2023 <3

(in my case, mostly reread because (unfortunately?) i can name only four new books as my favorite: 'villette' (kisses to marg!), 'stoner', 'my cousin rachel' and (this time 100% unfortunately) only one non-fiction, which is 'the father' by luigi zoja (and welllllll the title speaks for itself, of course i LOVED the book about the origin & evolution of the father figure from a jungian perspective, lol)

i'm only tagging mira @roughasabriar (as a form of punishment) but if anyone is interested in doing it – consider yourself tagged!

#'the idiot' is still the best book of the year tbh reread or not #but i'm not gonna start with my fevered ganya x aglaya feels #also i tried to reread 'drei kameraden' in german andddd it was so hard to realize i forgot the language i used to be fluent in :((#anywaysss thank you for tagging me bia :333 *and for reminding me to read more shirley jackson this year*#my life in books #be yourself everyone else is already taken

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harrisonarchive · 10 months

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At the Billboard Music Awards, December 9, 1992; photo by Reed Saxon/AP. (Both speeches can be viewed here.)

“George was the kind of guy who wasn’t going to leave until he hugged you for five minutes and told you how much he loved you. We knew where we stood with each other. […] I loved him so much, and if he had never played a note, I would have been so blessed to have him in my life. […] I'm just blessed by God to have known him. He had so much love in him. I realized it more with him gone that he was just pure love.” - Tom Petty, Rolling Stone, January 17, 2002

“‘Me and George have something somewhere where we're connected,’ Petty says with a laugh. ‘Some past life or something.’” - Pulse!, April 1999

“[George] was so funny, it’s hard to explain. He was the funniest guy I ever met. Such a keen sense of humor. A lot of fun. A wise person. He really wanted to know the meaning of it all. But at the same time, he was really light-hearted and tremendous fun. [Laughs] Just tremendous fun. And we got along so well. There’s really not a day that I don’t think about him.” - Tom Petty, Conversations With Tom Petty (2005)

“George [passing away] devastated me. I didn’t think George could die. It so ripped my heart out that I still can’t think about it.” - Tom Petty, Billboard, December 2005

“George came along, and we just got so close; it was like we had known each other in some other life or something. We were pals within minutes of meeting each other. I remember him saying to me a couple of days after we’d known each other — he’s just hugging me, holding me, saying, ‘Tommy, you’re in my life now whether you like it or not.’ It was like I’d been sent the very person I needed. He healed a lot of wounds.” - Tom Petty, Petty: The Biography (2015)

“I went through a bad period, you know, when my house burned… Just kind of one of those great gifts to run into Jeff and George like I did at that time. They probably don’t even realize it, but it really took away a lot of the pain.” - Tom Petty, In The Studio With Redbeard, 1989 (x)

“God I miss him you know. I miss him in the night a lot.” - Tom Petty, Concert for George microsite

“And so much has happed to me that you wouldn’t believe. I’m not gonna try to tell it all to you, but I’m thinking right now about one particular thing. I was looking out there - I know so many people here. Mo, Mo and Olivia [Harrison] are out there. I love Mo and I love Liv. Me and George Harrison and Jeff Lynne one night were at Mo Ostin’s house - this was before, we were just working on the idea of the Traveling Wilburys - and I had written this song ‘Free Fallin’’ and done the record and taken it to my label, MCA. And they rejected the record. And that had never happened to me before. I was like, wow, what do I do? So, we forgot about it. And we were at Mo’s house and dinner ended and George said, ‘Let’s get the guitars out and sing a little bit.’ And we sang and George said, ‘Let’s do that “Free Fallin’” Tom. Play that.’ So we had a kind of Wilbury arrangement of it with harmony. And we did it. And Lenny Waronker is sitting there, he said, ‘That’s a hit.’ With two acoustic guitars, you know? I said, ‘Well, my record company won’t put it out.’ And Mo says, “I’ll f*****’ put it out.” - Tom Petty, MusiCares speech, February 10, 2017 (x)

“I have a special fondness for him [Tom]. It makes you feel a little bit safer to know that someone like Tom is there for you. It’s a good umbrella to be standing under.” - Olivia Harrison, Petty: The Biography (2015)

“What makes Tom Petty a unique live performer is that he is a storyteller. His Florida drawl and the meter of his speech are engaging. Even his everyday observations sound more like tales, and whether he is singing or speaking you'll hear truisms in his words. I call him Aesop Wilbury.” - Olivia Harrison, Billboard, March 20, 2006

“Petty 'had a great bullshit detector – he didn’t suffer fools, just like my dad,’ says Dhani Harrison. While Petty and George Harrison 'were kind of stone-y, mellow dudes, they had that toughness. They’d kick your ass. But they loved the same stuff – ukuleles, motor racing. They would go to the Formula One races together.’ George 'really felt at ease with Tom,’ Dhani says, 'because it was like having another you next to you. There were more eyes watching out for you.’“ - Rolling Stone, 18 October 2017

“Tommy is just, like, the loveliest guy in the entire world. [...] [H]im and Jeff [Lynne] have been the nearest things I’ve had to a dad since I lost my dad.” - Dhani Harrison, Premier Guitar, January 16, 2018 (x)

#Tom Petty #George Harrison #Olivia Harrison #Dhani Harrison #quote #quotes about George #quotes by George #The Traveling Wilburys #George and Tom Petty #<333 #long read #Free Fallin'#Full Moon Fever #et al.#fits queue like a glove

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seafoamwoman · 1 year

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happy anniversary 💘

#dance fever #florence + the machine #florence and the machine #fatm #florence welch #<333 #yes i did get dressed up to listen to it in my room alone

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thesealfriend · 3 months

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good evening just carried Jason Aalon Butler halfway across the O2 in edinburgh because the absolute madlad wanted to crowdsurf All The Way to the back of the venue and then some of us had to bring him back towards the stage lmao

love a bit of audience participation

#noah finnce/fever 333/enter shikari is a fuckin amazing lineup btw

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weedle-testaburger · 11 days

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i would say i can't believe i saw someone saying 'if you don't like rap you're racist' on tumblr yesterday but i absolutely can bc it's exactly the kind of brain dead take you get on here from time to time

#personal crap #they were saying if you don't like it it's because you don't like music by poc #which ok. ig liking stuff by beyonce rihanna willow seal living colour and fever 333 (just off the top of my head) counts for nothing to yo #also don't fucking kid me that rap is all poc-fronted as if embarassing white rap hasn't been just as prevalent as rap by poc since the 90s #the real problem is that poc in rock don't have it as good as white people in rap frankly #i actually do like a little bit of rap (mostly old stuff like run dmc or salt and pepa)#but it doesn't usually click with me bc the emphasis isn't usually on the instrumentation #and instrumentation is really core to what i love with music lyrics are usually complementary #plus i don't vibe with singing types like it and screamo #i think some other styles of predominantly black singing like gospel and soul are gorgeous but not really rap #sorry this has been an overlong ramble about my tastes in music

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martyrbat · 1 year

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ghosts – batman: haunted knight

[ID: Bruce Wayne reaching for the lion shaped doorknocker for Wayne Manor. He mutters to himself that he's tired before briefly hallucinating an spectral image of his father's face over the doorknocker. Bruce stares at it intensely before dismissing it being because he's very tired. Later that night, Bruce can't sleep because of his rising fever. He tosses and turns as beads of sweat collects on his wincing face and fuzzy, bare chest. He thinks, in regards to his fever, ‘Perhaps that accounts for what I saw — or thought I saw — on the front door...’ His stirring is interrupted by the sound of distant clanking that only gets louder and louder. Bruce buries his face into his pillow until he finally peeks open an eye to call out, “Alfred...? Alfred, what are you doing out there?” But the source of the sound reveals itself, causing Bruce to sit up in shock!

He barely whispers out ‘father?’ at the sight of the ghost in front of him. Thomas has chains with heavy locks wrapped around his body and attached to a steel collar that's around his neck. He's holding a ball weight on one wrist as the other hand is carrying his medical bag. He responds, “Good evening. Bruce.” Bruce, as expected, does not take kindly to the sight of his dead father. He screams no and announces to the unoccupied room, “This is someone's idea of a Halloween joke — a perverse prank!” Thomas scorns, “Do not waste the brief time we have by denying my existence before you. Look instead, long and hard at the weight I carry now. These chains I wear forged in life. Link by link, yard by yard, I made this burden. Obsessed with my medical practice, I lost sight of what was truly important.” Bruce protests, “You're wrong! My father saved lives! He was a great man!”

The phantom insists, “Bruce... I have risked much by coming to you and have done so out of love. I pray I am not too late. Your obsession with Batman — creates an even greater and more thunderous chain! Tonight, beginning when the clock strikes ‘one' — you will be visited by the first of three spirits. Heed their warnings, my son... Heed their warnings!” Bruce shouts, “How dare you! How dare you break into my home — defile the memory of my father!” He goes to chase the ghost that floats out his window. Bruce gazes out into the starry night sky but the vision of his father is no longer there. Bruce, in denial of the ordeal, thinks, ‘I... I've been dreaming. The fever. There is no other explanation...’

After a long night of Bruce going through a Gotham style version of The Christmas Carol, Bruce is left kneeling in anguish in front of his own, lonely grave. It storms around him and the spirit that guided him (which takes the form of a skeletal Batman). He screams out, “Is this what my father was trying to tell me? For all the good that Batman does... Have I left nothing for myself? Spirit, are these visions of things to come — or is it too late to change?” END ID]

#average WASP father moment ://#but god hes sooo tortured <333 #also had a fever from eating a bad shrimp! :3 #i could crop the pages more but theyre all even and like .... im sleeby i don't wanna.#c: batman: haunted knight | ghosts #crypt's panels #bruce wayne #thomas wayne

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metalshockfinland · 3 months

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FEVER 333 Drop New Track 'Ready Rock'

Photo Credit: Djay Brawner GRAMMY®-nominated musical activists, FEVER 333 have released a new single, “READY ROCK”, streaming today at all DSPs. Cover Artwork by Darren Craig. With this month (February) being Black History Month, “READY ROCK” pays homage to black artists of the past that unequivocally built rock n’ roll into what it is today. FEVER bring light to the lineage of iconic rock…

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hearts-hunger · 6 months

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home for the holidays — chapter three

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Series Summary: The Cabin Fever gang spends Christmas in Frankenmuth. || Chapter Summary: Jake has an important question to ask you.

⮡ part one | part two

Pairings: Jake x Reader, Sam x Danny, Josh x Baby | Genre: holiday fluff | Word Count: 3k | Chapter Warnings: none!

A/N: I'm finally updating this fic can you believe it!! Everybody blow a kiss to the sweet nonnie who asked if I was going to write more for this fic, because their encouragement and interest gave me the motivation to write this chapter that I've been daydreaming about for year now. I hope you like it, and nonnie, this one's especially for you! ♡

You woke gently to the strains of a crackly Christmas vinyl and your boyfriend’s soft voice singing along, snuggled in blankets that smelled like him and blissfully content. You opened your eyes but stayed still for a moment, enjoying the peaceful, comforting air of Christmas: you felt the afternoon sun shining all golden over the snow-covered windowsill, smelled cookies baking from the kitchen, saw your boyfriend’s childhood bedroom in all its cosy clutter. You also saw Jake, sitting on the floor as he sorted through a wooden jewelry box, leaned against the bottom bunk you were curled up on.

“What a wonderful feeling, watching the ones we love,” Jake sang with the record, his voice quiet to keep from waking you. You had to agree with Ray Charles; you loved to see Jake back in his parents’ house, comfortable and settled among all his boyhood memories. He sifted through the jewelry box, and the necklaces and bracelets jingled musically as he untangled them.

“Hi Jakey,” you said softly.

He turned, a sweet smile lighting his handsome face.

“Well hi, sweetheart.” He reached a hand to gently brush your hair back from your face. “Did you have a good nap?”

“Wonderful,” you agreed, stretching a little under the warm blankets. “Thanks for letting me sleep.”

He chuckled. “You’re welcome, honey. You were almost asleep at lunch. You needed a little rest, huh?”

Your early-morning flight from Nashville had led right into a trip to downtown Frankenmuth where you visited some of the old holiday haunts; and though you’d loved being back in your hometown with your little family of Jake’s brothers and their partners, you’d all needed time to recharge before the rest of your planned Christmas Eve fun.

Jake turned back to his jewelry for a moment before he pulled out a well-loved Atocha coin necklace.

“Here,” he said, handing it to you. “I forgot I had one here. Now we can match.”

You smiled and cradled it in the palm of your hand. “You could have wrapped it and given it to me tomorrow,” you said.

He shrugged, a little bashful. “I guess I could have. Consider it an early present.”

You closed your fingers over it. “Thank you. I love it.” You liked it even better than you would have liked a new one, knowing it was one he’d worn and loved for a long time before you were together and wanted to share with you now.

He angled his body closer to you for a kiss, and you brushed your fingers through his hair as you gave him what he asked for so gently. It was a little awkward with him still on the floor and you on the bed, and you giggled as he made his way onto the bed with you without breaking the kiss.

“Are you sure we’re gonna fit on this bed tonight?” you asked, scooching over to make room for him, even though there wasn’t a lot of room to be made. The twin bunk beds he and Josh had had since childhood were comfortable enough for one each, but two adults had to squeeze if they wanted to share.

He hovered over you and kissed your neck. “It’ll be nice and cosy,” he said, his breath warm on your skin. “Don’t you think so?”

You laughed and tucked your necklace into the pocket of his jeans, freeing up your fingers to comb through his hair. “Yeah, I think so.”

He kissed you for a long while, loving and lazy and humming along with the music as his hands wandered over you. You relaxed completely under him, thankful you were spending this Christmas and every one to come with the man you loved and the family you had together.

He groaned a little when the alarm on his phone went off, indicating it was time to start getting ready for another round of holiday fun. You, Baby, Danny, and the Kiszka boys were going to walk around downtown some more; later, when the sun set, you were going ice skating before you went to the local pub to watch Papa Kiszka’s set with his band. You were looking forward to it even if you were reluctant to leave Jake’s bed, but Jake buried his face against your neck as you started to get up.

“I’m not letting you up,” he said, wrapping his arms around you and pressing kisses to your jaw. “Let everybody else go bust their asses trying to ice skate. We’ll stay nice and warm right here in bed.”

You giggled. “Jakey,” you cooed. “You can’t be a Grinch on Christmas Eve.”

“Oh yes I can. My brain is full of unwashed socks or whatever.”

You laughed out loud, and he beamed at you like it was the prettiest sound he’d ever heard.

“It’s his heart that’s full of unwashed socks,” you told him.

“You’re the boss,” he said. He kissed you again. “I love you very much, you know.”

“Enough to go ice skating with me?” you teased.

He gave you a wry smile. “Yes, and that’s saying something.”

You smiled. “Aw, Jake. I love you very much too.”

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“Jake, it looks wonderful. Quit fussing.”

He didn’t answer you right away, tongue caught between his teeth in concentration as he tried to get the placement of one particular clove bud just right. Though you’d thought the soy candle making at the Frankenmuth Historical Society would be a fun little diversion, Danny and the twins had turned it into a competitive sport. Each one of them had painstakingly attended to every last detail in a way that seemed totally unnecessary and amusing to you, Sam, and Baby.

After a few moments, Jake stepped back when he’d arranged the cloves and pieces of dried orange just the way he wanted them on the top of your candle.

“There!” he said. “I know I was driving you crazy, honey. Sorry. But it had to be done.”

You smiled and looked over the candle you’d made together — or, at least been together for while Jake made it. He’d done the lion’s share of the work, not because you’d been unwilling to help, but because you had figured out five minutes into the process that he was going to be particular about it.

He’d let you pick the scent, though, and you were happy enough with that as he poured the last layer of wax over the top to set the decorations. Besides, you had to admit that it looked beautiful. You tied a festive piece of twine around the ring of the mason jar, and you stifled a laugh as you saw Jake’s face.

“Does that look okay?” you asked, a little too innocently.

His expression was pained with stress at the crooked bow and an intense desire not to upset you. He reached his hand out to the bow, stopped short, and reached out again.

“Don’t be mad,” he said, glancing up at you before he quickly straightened the bow. “It’s really nice, honey. It was just a little crooked.”

You laughed, not unkindly, and kissed his cheek.

“I’m not mad,” you said. “I know you just want it to be perfect, and that’s okay. Is it perfect now?”

“Yes,” he said with a grin, holding it up to look at it more closely. He met your eyes. “It was a good idea to come do this, sparrow. I know we had to kill time before ice skating, but now we have a beautiful Christmas candle.”

You gave him a slightly weary smile. “I’m glad you liked it.” It wasn’t as relaxing an activity as you’d thought it would be, but hey, he was right. You had a lovely Christmas candle to show for it.

Jake showed off your creation to the others, graciously buffing up your contributions to the creative genius, and you got to see the candles Danny and Josh had been fussing over while their partners looked on with amusement. Josh’s was eucalyptus and grapefruit, decorated with dried lavender — not exactly Christmassy, but it would fit nicely in their home. Danny’s was warm and spicy with star anise and cinnamon sticks on the top, and it was perfectly him.

Jake, Josh, and Danny started examining the other’s candles, and they quickly started coming up with ideas for other candles they could make. The rest of you coaxed them out of starting their own candle business with the promise of a stop by the popcorn shop, and as soon as you got their masterpieces put safely in the car, you headed down the street for their prize.

You all perused the selection of flavored popcorn at the sweet shop, enjoying the warm, sweet air and the strains of festive music piped through the rows upon rows of treats.

“I’m gonna get some of the salted caramel,” Jake said, taking a sample from the tray and sharing it with you. “I know you’re not big on caramel, but just try it.”

You did, and it wasn’t terrible, but it wasn't your favorite. Jake smiled when you handed the little cup back to him.

“Which one do you want?” he asked.

You walked a little further down the display, perusing your options.

“Oh, never mind, I know which one you want,” he said sweetly.

You grinned up at him. “Oh yeah? Well, if you’re so smart, you get it for me.”

Jake did, getting a bag of the caramel and another of the Oreo flavor for you. He handed it to you with all the confidence and pleasure of a man who knew he’d picked exactly which popcorn his lady wanted.

“Aw, Jakey, you did know which one to get me,” you said happily.

He shrugged. “I’m a genius, what can I say?”

The six of you walked down the darkening streets of downtown Frankenmuth, munching your popcorn and enjoying each other’s company as you admired the Christmas lights and sparkling decorations. Eventually you made your way to the ice rink, taking a moment to ooh and ahh over the twinkling lights draped overhead and the beautiful Christmas tree in the middle.

“Isn’t the tree beautiful?” you asked.

“It’s very pretty,” Jake agreed. “And I’m glad you like it, because you’ll be seeing it up close the whole time we’re hanging with the slow skaters in the middle.”

You smiled, and as you got your skates, you noticed that Jake kept glancing at the ice with more and more apprehension.

“Are you sure you want to skate?” you asked. You thought it was kind of charming and funny that a man so graceful and skilled on stage in front of thousands of people was worried about a little ice skating. “I don’t mind sitting this one out, honey. We can get some coffee and just watch.”

He frowned. “But you want to skate, right?”

You shrugged. “I want to be with you,” you said simply. “And I don't want to make you do something you're not comfortable with.”

A slightly bemused smile crossed his face, as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real, and he studied you with that loving gaze you knew so well.

“What?” you asked, feeling your cheeks warm.

He shook his head. “Nothing. I don’t know.” He smiled. “You’re something, aren’t you sparrow?”

You pressed closer to him on the bench, remembering another time he’d said that to you.

“Something good or something bad?” you asked.

He grinned and kissed you. “Something good, for sure.”

After a few more kisses, he knelt in front of you and helped you out of your boots.

“You don’t have to, Jake.”

“No, I want to. See, this is one part I can do.”

He set your boots to the side and ran his thumb over your ankle as he grabbed your skates, loving you without even having to try with his absent, comforting touch. For Jake, showing you love was as easy as breathing, and you felt your heart squeeze at the gentle way he cared for you above himself.

“Thank you,” you said softly.

He smiled up at you. “You’re welcome, sparrow. It’s my pleasure.”

When both pairs of skates were laced, you took his hand and led him onto the ice. He took your other hand too, almost immediately unsteady, and you leaned close to kiss his nose.

“Thanks for skating with me, Jakey.”

He gave you a rueful smile. “You’re welcome. You sure you don’t want to do a couple laps without me?”

“Nope, I want to be right here with you.”

You skated together for a long time, holding hands, managing to keep him upright most of the time. You watched Baby and Josh skating gracefully, his fantastic agility on the ice making up for her slight clumsiness; Danny and Sam were slow but steady, attempting tricks and laughing when they went awry. When the crowd thinned, you, Danny, and Baby raced each other while Josh and Sam tried to keep Jake steady; all three of them ended up in a heap, and you three came back to your partners and laughingly helped them back up.

“Go skate for me,” Jake said when you’d gotten him safely to the wall. “I want to watch.”

You did, flying across the ice, loving the feel of the cold air stinging your face. When you finally came back to Jake, you were breathless and flushed and very happy.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, brushing your hair back from your face. “Like the sugar plum fairy or something.”

You beamed and kissed him. “Thanks, honey.” You took his hands again. “I missed you, though.”

Back near the tree, you skated slowly as a light snow started to fall.

“You did that whole loop without falling!” you said. You moved in front of him and skated backwards, holding his hands and leading him. Though he’d gained some confidence, you felt a new sort of nervousness come over him, something more like excitement than anxiety, and felt yourself start to get excited too without even knowing what it was for.

“I want to try a trick,” Jake said. “Since I’m getting so good.”

You laughed. “Are you sure?” You weren’t convinced you’d make it out of this attempt without a few bruises, but you were willing to try whatever he wanted.

He grinned and squeezed your hands. “I’m sure. Absolutely sure.”

“Is it a trick for both of us, or just you?”

His brown eyes twinkled with mischief. “Both of us, if I have any luck. You ready?”

You nodded, still holding his hands and watching as he slowly lowered himself to one knee in front of you. You couldn’t imagine what kind of trick this was, but you held off asking before he’d shown it to you.

He let go of your hand and reached in his pocket. “Sparrow, will you marry me?”

You blinked. “Wait — what?”

He laughed, big and bright, and for a moment, all you could think of was how handsome he was. His soft brown waves were dusted with snow; his face was rosy with cold; his smile lit up his features until you felt like your heart might break just looking at him.

“Will you marry me?” he asked again, patient and attentive.

You looked from his handsome, bashful smile to the little black box he held. Inside was a beautiful ring, all rainbows in the rosy glow of the Christmas lights, and you couldn’t think of a single intelligent thing to say. Something tight and wonderful felt close to breaking apart in your chest, and you tried to keep from crying, but all of a sudden he was blurry and the lights were a swirl and there was nothing on earth but the feel of his hand holding yours.

“Jake, are — are you serious?” you managed.

His smile was so tender as he looked up at you with nothing short of adoration.

“I’m serious, sparrow.” He squeezed your hand. “I love you, sweetheart, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”

And oh, there it went. The most fragile part of your heart shattered into a million shiny bits, making room for a flood of emotion you couldn’t have held back if you tried.

You fairly threw yourself at him, and it was his turn to keep you steady as you put your arms around his neck and kissed him like you’d never kissed him before. He laughed and hugged you tight, joy and wonder coming off him in waves.

“Of course I'll marry you,” you said, and your voice was wrecked, and you hadn't even realized you’d started to cry. He pulled back just enough to see your face and tenderly brush the tears from your face.

“My sparrow,” he said, just for you to hear. “I love you so much, Mrs. Kiszka.”

You’d never heard anything more wonderful. You cried harder and kissed him again.

“Aw, sweetheart,” he laughed. “Don’t cry. Are you happy?”

“I have absolutely never been happier in my whole life,” you said with a joyful, watery laugh. “I can’t believe you. What on earth am I going to get you for Christmas that could top this?”

He grinned. “Just you.”

You cradled his beloved face in your hands and tried to stop crying, but you loved him so much, and he was looking at you like you were the most wonderful thing in the world.

“I love you, Jake.”

He kissed you, and everything was right in the world. “I love you too, my little sparrow.”

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when in sickness ~ ⚔️

🦋 category: one-shot

🦋 characters: yamada asaemon tenza

🦋 summary: in which you got sick after running under the rain, and tenza just so happened to be paying you a visit

🦋 warnings: ooc? bad writing? (come on i was sick)

🦋 notes: i’m so salty over his death 😔 LET ME COPEEEEE

totally didn’t come up with this idea while i was being such a sick bitch that i ended up bedridden for two days. yes i have a thing for wet hair pls don’t question it. how sick the reader was here was basically how sick i was. i somehow wrote half of this while sick so i wrote the other half while recovering, i am still coughing but better now

The weather seemed to do you no favour. The blazing sun made you feel so weak and unmotivated. Running under the rain for a delivery had to have been one of the worst ideas you have ever gotten. Now, you were bedridden with horrible coughs. The worst part was that you lived alone. That must be nice…

Growing up a troublemaker that was later abandoned by your own parents. You could remember little from your own childhood. Except for your only friend, Tenza. He had been taken in by a swordsman while you finally got your life together and managed to make a living for yourself. Though you and Tenza still kept in contact as he often visited.

When Tenza was taken in, you were off somewhere busy robbing someone. It was only when you returned to find him missing that you finally realised there was more to your own life, though you had no interest in the way of the sword.

Designing clothes has always been what your mind dreamt of.

The fever was really making it hard for you to work. You could barely walk. You puke up almost everything that enters your digestive system, it was horrible. It had to have been your worst fever ever. Your brain felt like it could explode any second. You could barely even speak due to your throat being as unwell as ever. You could only lay down and hope for the best, hope that it would go away. You did not like to visit the doctor, not once did you enjoy a visit or the taste of medicine going down your throat.

“Y/n?” The sound of your door sliding open, followed by the familiar voice calling out your name caught your attention. You could only weakly stumble across your home to greet Tenza.

“H-hey…” You mumbled, leaning against the wall with all you could muster.

Tenza stared at you in shock before rushing up to hold you, “Oh my… what happened Y/n?” He asked while leading you back into your room, allowing you to rest.

“I’m f-fine,” you replied, though your body had long betrayed your lies and exposed your true status to Tenza a while ago. Tenza might be a little stupid from time to time but he wasn’t that big of an idiot to not realise it when someone was sick.

“Your legs were shaking!” Tenza pointed out, “Did you run under the rain like old times?” He asked.

Of course, the days when you would run away together after causing yet another trouble. It didn’t matter how dirty the both of you got, so long as you had each other. No consequences shall matter. Except maybe sickness as a consequence from time to time…

You nodded in response to Tenza’s question, to which he could only sigh and shake his head in disappointment. “How many times have I told you to stop that? You fall sick more than me!”

“I’ll b-be fine,” you replied before a violent coughing fit started to hit you. Tenza patted your back as though you were a baby as you kept violently coughing. It seemed to be never-ending and it was making it harder for you to breathe regularly. You definitely need someone to take care of you at this stage. The coughs sounded rough and almost like a growl from a bear. Tenza’s face only grew more worried as he saw your coughs grow more violent each passing second.

“Hmm…,” Tenza mumbled as your coughing slowly ended, this had to have been one of the very few times you saw Tenza carefully thinking something over. “I think I’ll stay and take care of you. I’ll be worried if I left you like this.”

“Don’t you h-have duties?” you asked, trying to speak normally after the series of coughs you had just gone through.

Tenza rubbed the back of his neck and laughed, “I’ll be fine! I’ll let master Shion know. I am sure he will understand! He’s a nice man.”

“No…,” you replied, “I can’t prevent you from carrying out your duties and let you trouble others.”

Tenza shook his head in disagreement as he got ready to send out the message to his master. He rummaged through your room to look for a parchment, brush and an ink. Tenza did not leave your room a mess, he always ensured that everything looked the same, like he had never touched it. He sat down and began to write, though it did not take long for another trouble to strike.

“Eh…,” Tenza rubbed the back of his neck as he flashed you an awkward smile. “I don’t know how to write…” Of course, the both of you had never stepped foot into a school. Your minds never understanding the complexity of things. That included words. Both you and Tenza had never really learned how to read and write. You had thought that Tenza would receive education while learning how to properly swing a lethal weapon. You had thought wrong.

“I will just… ask someone!” Said Tenza enthusiastically, his smile still plastered onto his face.

“My neighbours know how to write, ask them,” you replied, while still laying down on your futon weakly. You watched as Tenza hurried out of your home and listened as the doors slid shut. He was trying to get the paper written as soon as he could.

What a good friend he was…

You had fallen asleep by the time Tenza returned. He was panting like he had just run about the country. He had to ensure that the letter got sent to his master. He did a lot of things. In his hands were some medication that he had bought.

“Y/n?” His voice echoed in the house. No answer returned to him as he walked towards your room and slid your door open.

In there you were, laying on your futon, sleeping. Yet it was anything but peaceful. Sweat pooled on your forehead as your eyes seemed to be squeezed shut. You looked like you were having some troubles as Tenza rushed towards you. He gently placed a hand over your forehead and soon realised the rising temperature. A worried look washed over his face as he ran around your home, fetching all of the towels he could and filling up the largest bucket he could get his hands on. Your chest kept rising and falling, every breath could be heard. One does not have to be a genius to see that you were in pain from your fever.

It had to be your worst sickness in years.

Tenza returned to your side, one hand full of towels and the other carrying a bucket filled with water. He soaked one of the towels in the bucket, squeezed the excess water out, folded the towel into a rectangle before putting the strands of your hair covering your forehead out of the way, and placing the towel on your forehead. Next, he placed a hand on your chest, on top of your blanket, in hopes of helping you to regulate your breathing.

“Hmm,” you mumbled weakly. Your face still seemed stressed as ever.

“Yes?” Tenza asked, thinking that you wanted to ask him something. He leaned in closer towards you, hoping to be able to hear what you had to say.

Instead, your face started to look more uncomfortable as your body turned to face Tenza, the towel falling from your forehead. Tenza slowly placed it back while watching you with worry and concern plaguing his mind. Tenza had changed for the better ever since meeting his master Shion. Shards of his old self replaced with shiny pieces of the new man he was.

It was pleasant seeing him improve into the man he was now. You couldn’t be happier for Tenza. One of the best things about growing with someone was seeing their growth as a person. The way they mature and grow given the circumstances around them, how they chose to adapt to it. You were glad to have seen that change within Tenza.

He was kneeling beside you as you curled your body into a fetal position, your hands reaching out to grab onto his hakama. Your breaths remained irregular, each time you took in a deep breath, it could be heard loud and clear even if one was in another room.

“Don’t leave me… please,” you uttered, taking in another deep breath. Tenza could not tell at all if you were awake but he could tell that you were unwell. Beads of sweat dropped onto the wooden floor as your grip slowly weakened.

“Alright alright I won’t go anywhere,” Tenza reassured as he slowly moved your hand away from his hakama and repositioned you. Next, he took another towel to wipe the sweat away from the areas he could reach. He did not want to move you around too much in case you actually fell asleep. Yamada Asaemon Tenza was not the sharpest tool in the shed after all.

Tenza made a mental note to himself to give you your medication as he soaked the towel that had dropped on the floor earlier before placing it back on your forehead. The sun was nowhere to be found at this point. Tenza still hasn't showered. He had just spent the past few hours tending to you. Maybe he should even make a small meal in case you wake up feeling hungry? He had tried to make a few dishes while he was learning how to slash around.

He looked about your home, trying to look for anything that he wanted to wear. There were just so many robes of fancy design that he could not just pick one. It did not take him long to just… try on everything before picking his favourite, and off he went to shower. The water greeting his face has never felt more refreshing. His yellow hair flowed down his face, sticking to his skin as he washed himself. It was a relatively quick wash up as he still wanted to see what he could make for you, he wasn’t the best chef but he was willing to try his best. He could not just let you live with an empty stomach.

Your kitchen did not seem to have much for Tenza to work with. He frowned as he dug about every corner he could. He might have to cook up dust as dinner at this rate. You had rice, but every sensible household had them. Maybe a few vegetables but there was no fresh meat anywhere. Maybe he would have to ask the neighbours for some? You hadn’t bought any meat recently as you did not feel like eating them. Those go bad in a few days, if only there was a way to preserve them…

Tenza decided to work with the things you had in your kitchen. A true man does not blame his circumstances, right? They work around it and make the best they could out of it, creating the best possible outcome. It was just cooking, it cannot be harder than swinging the sword. All there was to cooking was just washing the rice over and over, heating it over water, right?

Tenza would be correct, except he had failed to realise just how tiring the task would be. He did not know how long he should wash the rice for. The water kept coming out cloudy so he just gave up, he had washed it five times. Next was the vegetables. He just had to fry them right?

Tenza was never cooking for a sick person ever again.

It was like hell. He would rather die than to cook again.

He had managed to make a simple dish. Porridge with vegetables. He just hoped that it would taste better than it looked. There was too much water in the porridge and he had poorly placed the vegetables into the bowl, some were sticking up. He had also chopped them too long. Cooking was such a chore. You had the honour of being the last person he has ever cooked for.

Maybe having that honour wasn’t the best thing.

The sound of the vegetables frying had woken you a while ago. When you made your way into the kitchen, Tenza was already finished with his cooking. It took you a while to realise that he was wearing a robe you had recently designed, which was supposed to be a gift to him. It was red with wild flowers embroidered onto it. The wild flowers were supposed to represent the days you and him spent as troublemakers. The flowers were mostly spring flowers.

Aside from the robe, Tenza’s hair was also dripping wet, his headband out of the way. It was those two things that had caught your attention, not the bowl of porridge he was holding, nor his concerned face.

Why did he suddenly look… much more dashing with his hair in that state.

“You should be resting!” He uttered as though he was a father. His eyes examined the kitchen for any seats so that he could force you to sit down and eat.

“I’m a-alright,” you replied as he found a spot and placed the bowl in front of you.

“Eat up,” he said. Tenza was ready to feed you, like you were some child.

You tried to take the spoon from him, “I can t-take care of myself.”

Tenza shook his head, the spoon still in his hands. He was adamant on taking care of you. There was no choice but to listen to him. You slowly opened your mouth as he slowly fed you, it was starting to be embarrassing. You just snatched the spoon from him and started to feed yourself.

“Alright,” he said, getting up and got your medication from another room, which he left it in. “Eat these once you’re done alright?” “Are you… leaving already?” You asked, a part of you not wishing for his departure. A part of you wanted to spend as much time as you could with him.

Tenza laughed and shook his head, placing a hand on your hair and ruffling it like you were a little pet, “I am not going anywhere until you recover.”

You could only respond with a small smile of your own.

You were lucky to have him around.

After your meal and the medication, you went back to sleep. Your body just can’t seem to function during awake hours. There was something wrong with you. Really, there was. It has been a tiring day for your body. You were out like a rock in minutes.

Tenza was amazed at how fast you fell asleep, despite waking up mere moments ago. He was tired as well but he did not have the ability to knock himself out. He still placed a soaked towel on your forehead. Next, he decided to sleep beside you, having nowhere else to lay down. Besides, he would rather be as close as possible, so that he could take care of you if something went wrong in the middle of the night.

Things did go wrong.

You suddenly shot up, hours later, eyes wide open as the towel fell from your forehead. Tenza was fast asleep however. So much for sleeping beside you to take care of you. You did not know why you woke up, but your body felt hot all over. Not wanting to trouble Tenza, you slowly soaked the towel and squeezed it dry before wiping parts of your body that you could reach. You soaked the towel again, squeezed it and placed it on your forehead before falling back asleep.

It was such a weird sickness.

The next morning, you were the one who woke up first. Somewhere in the night, your body had turned to face Tenza, making his face the first sight to greet your eyes in the morning. The rays of the sun resting gently on his soft skin, luminating his peaceful expression as he slept.

The towel was the only thing in between both of your faces. A strand of your hair fell out of place as your vision rested on the man in front of you.

A soft yawn from Tenza broke the silence as his eyes slowly opened to meet yours. He shot you a sleepy smile before moving the hair strand away, his hands glazing past your cheeks. The skin to skin contact suddenly making your body freeze. “Are you feeling better?” He asked.

“Y-yeah,” you answered, stammering for no good reason after being brought back to reality, your thoughts lost in Tenza’s smile. Was your brain as sick as you? Something was not normal about how you seemed to be feeling towards him.

Suddenly, a wave of nausea seemed to hit you from nowhere and you rushed out, leaving a stunned Tenza behind. He shouted and ran after you, only to see you crouched down and vomiting the contents of the previous night. He walked closer towards you and held your hair together, ensuring that they were out of the way as you continued to clear your stomach. You could feel Tenza gently patting your back as he held your hair together. You kept coughing as the contents left your body.

A pile of vomit rested in your backyard, everything you ate was now out there.

“Better?” Tenza asked, you shrugged.

Tenza took you to wash up as he too, took the opportunity to freshen himself up. This sickness was really something else. Tenza decided to ask your neighbours for something small that you could eat. You couldn’t just be empty all day. You could only eat half of what was given to you, however, your appetite was nowhere to be found, but at least your body temperature was now back to normal. You just had coughs and your head also felt like imploding.

But at least you were getting better?

Tenza fed you your medication after you finished eating. You just laid down, your head seemed to be too much for you. Your vision seems hazy and the light seems to be too bright somehow… Maybe you were dying and seeing heaven? You just wanted it to all be over soon. You somehow fell asleep again. How did you keep on falling asleep like that?

Tenza had no idea if he should be amazed or worried. He was just glad that at least your temperature was down. That was one trouble down, he just had to take care of you until everything else returned to normal. Then he would finally feel alright to leave you by yourself.

You woke up after a mere hour, feeling hungry and rummaging about to find something to eat. You found Tenza in the kitchen as he greeted you with a smile and knife in hand, he was cooking again. You could tell that he barely knew what he was even cooking. He was struggling. He was putting in so much effort into taking care of you… It really made your heart soften, to see him put so much care into you. He had really improved as a person.

“Sit down,” Tenza ordered, in the sweetest tone a man could manage. “It will be done soon! Oh I am finally getting the hang of this!” He continued happily. You enjoyed the sight that had welcomed your eyes. It was so heartwarming, if only this was something you could have everyday…

Your mind wasn’t in the best state, considering the fact that you had just woken up and still suffered from sickness. Your body moved towards where Tenza was. He laughed as he saw you move towards him.

“Come on now,” he said. “I may be an idiot but a sick person should not be near when preparing a meal!”

“I know,” you muttered, leaning against him, your head resting on his shoulders. “I just… kinda like… the way you look right now.”

Tenza stared at you, eyes widened as his cheeks got flustered. He quickly turned back, facing away from your smile. He was trying to distract himself now, on the food that was brewing in front of him. Good thing that it was almost done.

“Tenza,” you continued, dragging the sound of his name. “I’m not wrong.”

“I think there’s something gravely wrong with your brain right now,” he muttered, presenting your lunch right in front of you, motioning for you to eat up. He went ahead and retrieved your medication. Something was going on.

Tenza watched as you slowly forced yourself to eat. Your appetite was still incredibly small, it was a miracle that you could even eat half a bowl. To Tenza, that was enough. He took the bowl away when you were half way done, sensing that you could not go on anymore, then he fed you your medicine.

“Thank you Tenza,” you grinned. He patted you on the head.

You slowly met his eyes, suddenly lost in his soft, innocent gaze on you. His eyes stared into yours, the tension suddenly deepening between the both of you. You were lost in the moment, his eyes just looked so beautiful, you could get lost in those any time of the day. His sweet smile was something you’d kill to see as well. He placed a hand on your shoulder, resting ever so gently there. “Are you sick out of your mind?” He asked suddenly.

“THat’s so… out of the blue,” you replied. “I–”

The next thing you felt was a soft kiss on your cheeks. You stared at Tenza, whose cheeks was even redder, beyond what was even comprehensible. You could feel the heat entering your cheeks, spreading all over your face, even your ears. Tenza looked away from you, hand rubbing the back of his neck out of embarrassment.

“I uh… just felt like it,” Tenza finally uttered a word, breaking the silence.

“My entire face feels hot,” you answered. Tenza sighed.

“Another fever?” Tenza asked in disbelief, “I’m going to have to stay longer? Wait, that's actually not so bad.” You wanted to laugh, “It’s not fever you idiot. Do you enjoy taking care of me so much?”

Tenza laughed, “If we take out the vomit, yes. And isn’t fever the reason why you would feel hot?” It was your turn to break out into a series of giggles now. He was one of the best swordsmen you ever knew and yet, he thought fever was all there was to body heat. The both of you had never stepped foot into a school, yet one knows more than the other.

Though it was thanks to him that you were now feeling better, and more flustered than you ever have in your life. Though you now know one thing thanks to Tenza’s action.

#hell’s paradise #jigokuraku #yamada asaemon tenza #yamada asaemon tenza x reader #tenza x reader #sickfic #sickness #fever #i miss tenza #he was my fave #THEN HE FUCKING DIED #i was so upset #but yuzuriha <333 #x gn reader #well the hair part might not apply to everyone #it’s just implied to be at least long enough to reach the mouth when you bend down

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