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𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘺 𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥! ֶָ֢..

Your husband tends to misunderstand things and think the wrong things! When will he learn?

You love your husband dearly. You love him so much that no matter how many times he may make mistakes, you'll still be there and help him get better. He's the love of your life after all.

Even now as he lay sickly in bed, you sit beside him if he ever needs anything. Apparently, he had eaten something that made his stomach upset then his whole body went down with it!

Oh how clumsy he is...

But you still love him regardless.

"What did you eat exactly?" You asked, damping a wet towel over his body to cool his fever.

"Ugh... I don't know..." He groans and tosses and turn, clearly in pain.

You frown, concerned over the health over your husband. He has been getting weaker recently and losing a worrying amount of weight.

You sigh and decide it's not worth nagging him about something he didn't have control over. You set the towel aside inside a small bowl on the bedside table.

"Hey, are you feeling alright? I didn't see you at work earlier." His phone vibrates and a message pops up.

Her. Your eyes darken when you see her name. What business did she have with him?

Silly thing, your husband must've accidentally unblocked her!

You do your husband a favor and happily block her for him. Ah, how clumsy your husband was.

Your attention then shifts over to your husband still helplessly sick in bed. You turn off his phone and grab his hand, gently massaging his palm.

"Mm, you always give the best massages..." He sighs a breath of satisfaction, happy to focus on the relaxing sensation than the pain he's experiencing.

"Happy to, baby." Your eyes look over his form. He's weak from his sickness but you'll gladly take care of him.

"I wish we could spend more time like this." You murmur, pressing a kiss on the back of his hand before letting it go.

"I have chores to do. Call me if you need anything." You ran a hand through his hair before press a light kiss on his forehead.

You're happy to do things for your husband. He provides for you and you do the housework in turn. As his spouse, you know what's best for him.

Such as ignoring the lipstick stains on his shirts while doing the laundry, waiting for him late to return late at night after his boss makes him do overtime again, and so much more.

You know he doesn't mean those things. Of course not, both of you know what the fine print said before signing.

As his one and only spouse, you know what's best for him. You love cooking for him and obviously, you know his favorites and know exactly what he needs.

Adding medicine into your husband's food is just how you show your love for him.

Setting down the soup you had prepared for him, you catch a glance of a text conversation on your husband's phone with a familiar name. But because you love him, you ignore it and pay no mind the irritated look on his face.

"Here, I made you soup to help you feel better." You pick up a spoon and scoop up some soup and feed it to him.

"You didn't go through my phone, did you?" He asks. He shifts uncomfortably in bed, turning his head away from your hand.

"No, of course not, baby." Truthfully, you didn't. All you saw was one message.

You keep trying to feed him the soup.

"We talked about boundaries before—" He chokes as a spoonful of hot soup was forced into his mouth.

Oh,

how clumsy your husband is. You didn't mean to shove the spoon into his mouth like that!

"Be careful, baby." You scold him lightly.

"Please, baby, we've been over this. She's just a—AAHHHH!!!" He suddenly screams.

He accidentally knocked your arm and made you spill the soup on him. How clumsy of of your husband.

"SHIT! IT BURNS!"

As you finish wrapping the bandage over his body, you give your husband a small kiss on his lips.

"Is that better, baby?" You ask. It takes him a while to respond but it's okay, you'll wait for him.

"Yeah... yeah..." He says, a bit breathless.

"You're so clumsy." You tease, laughing a bit.

Truly, your husband is a clutz. ♡

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Sweet Dreams

The Rat

Warnings: Yandere behavior, jealous yandere behavior, stalking

When you needed help with school, he was there. When you were sobbing and bawling your eyes out, he was there. In your times of need, he alone was there for you.

So, why?

Why did you feel the need to look at someone else?

He watches from afar, watches how that poor excuse of a friend talks to you. Surely, you can't think he's better than him, right?

You've been friends with Ellis since childhood, while he met you only two months ago! What could that rat possibly have that he doesn't?

He sees that you two are done talking, now you were heading toward your next class. Finally away from the rodent.

Luckily, he shares your next class, and the next one…and the next. He could drown himself in your presence.

You sit yourself down and wait for the bell to ring. You were five minutes early, though at the cost of having to cut your conversation short with your newfound friend.

‘I’d like to make it up to him by—’

A smooth voice cuts your train of thought. “You're early today. What's the special occasion?”

You look up to see Ellis, a teasing smile matching his tone. You playfully shove his shoulder, making him stumble a bit and chuckling.

“Is it so wrong to be early?” You quip.He hums in response.

"No, but you never make an effort to be on time, let alone be early.” He says.

You scoff. “I can be early when I want to—”

The bell overlaps your voice, annoying you a bit and making Ellis laugh a little. The expression on your face is too cute and hilarious.

As the class wraps up, so do the students as they prepare to leave. You of course, do the same. Lunch was next period.

“Wanna have lunch together?” Ellis pops out of the blue, startling you a little.

“Oh- sorry! I've already made plans with someone else!” You say, slinging your bag over your shoulder.

“But we can hang out next time, Ellis.” You smile brightly at him. “Don't look so down!” You laugh a little at him. “We can even have lunch together.”

He looked like he was about to say something but your eye happened to catch a familiar face and quickly excuse yourself.

“Hey! I got hung up a little.” You murmur a quick ‘sorry’. “I was wondering if he could—” You point to Ellis but close your mouth shout when you see him nowhere to be found.

“I—Ellis?” You call out, confused.

He watches the two of you walk off. He watches how he takes the lead, how he boldly takes the lead and hook his arm around yours. It makes his blood boil.

Truly, he doesn't see it. What's so special about him?

It took Ellis weeks to get you to even talk to him so freely like that yet here you are with someone who doesn't even know your favorite color.

He loves you but he questions your choice of men.

The more he watches, the more angry and confused he gets. Angry because he can't see why you would bother with a doofus such as him, and confused why you would choose him over himself!

Can't you see that he was clearly the better option?

He tutors you on subjects you don't understand, does your homework and teahces you about them too, and lets you borrow everything he has without complaint.

Meanwhile that rat has nothing more than a leech to you he should start calling him that. Always trying to squeeze himself into your life and take up any free time you have.

Doesn't he know that you don't like to be bothered with the only free time you have? Amateur.

He wouldn't have to worry about a leech, just get rid of it and comfort you as usual. But this time, the two of you have grown more attached than he expected.

It's too perfect.

It's not possible that rat is a better match for you than him. No way!

But…he's never seen you laugh that hard with him…or let loose with him…

Is he not your best friend? Oh gods, what if he isn't even your best friend? What if he's just a friend?!

No…he sees the you way look at him. The way your eyes soften when you look at him, the faint blush creeping onto your face when he gets close. He can't deny that.

Besides, you don't look at the rat that way. Yeah, you only see him as a friend, nothing more.

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Sweet Dreams

A Lullaby

Warnings: Implied non consesual/rape, implied yandere behavior, English is not my first language

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You hear something in the distance, it's faint but there nonetheless. Its melody is pleasant to the ear, yet it holds a distinct sense of danger. It sends a chill in you, as if warning you of something that hasn't revealed itself yet.

It's getting louder, you feel it getting closer to you. You can make out a male voice humming softly, singing promises of a future with someone. The voice is gentle, it envelops you like soft silk wrapping around your body. You let it touch you, caress you with gentleness you've never felt before. You lean into it, enjoying the comfort it holds.

Slowly, you pull away, but it suddenly grabs onto you tightly. Panicked, you try to push it away, only to fail when your fingers graze through nothing.

It then forces itself on you, once gentle and soft was now forceful and harsh. You can feel it everywhere on your body like hoards of bugs consuming you whole.

The melody grows even louder—powerful—and swarms over your entire being. Your ears start ringing at the overwhelmingness of it all. It feels like your head is about to explode.

But just as you feel it about to crush your skull, you awake with a jolt. Panting, you look around, seeing only your room, you relax a bit.

“Did you have a nightmare?”

You turn your head over to the source of the voice, your friend, Ellis. He looks worried.

How did you not notice him before?

“When did you—Why are you here?” Your voice wavers slightly, the nightmare still affecting you.

“You invited me here, remember? We were working on a project?” He tries to jog your memory.

Slowly, fragments of your memory come to you. You remember key moments—you inviting Ellis to your place, doing research, and having a short break in between. Sadly, that's all you can remember.

The rest of your memory is foggy, trying to recall what else happened is hurting your head. The nightmare you had proceeded to plague your mind, that melody creeping in your head again. You shake your head, trying to brush it off and move on.

You look up at Ellis, hoping to hear more from him. He looks back at you with concern and sighs softly. “We took a break and ate. After that, you started feeling sleepy and took a nap.”

It seems that was the last thing you remember before blacking out.

You try to sit up but hiss when your body doesn't cooperate and aches. Your body seems to be sore, maybe from the tireless research you have been doing.

“Careful.” Ellis says sharply. He immediately goes to your side and helps you up, being extra careful as if you were made of glass.

He looks over your form, tired and vulnerable, before continuing with his explanation. “I let you rest—you were working so hard and I wanted you to rest. Then, after a while, I placed you in your bed when your nap took so long.” He chuckles lightly.

You sigh, “Thanks, it seemed like I really needed it.” gesturing to your tired self.

“I wouldn't be a good friend if I let you die from overworking yourself.” Ellis playfully punches your shoulder.

“You should rest some more, take this time to relax.” He comforts you, patting your shoulder.

“But what about—” He cuts you off, placing a finger over your lips.

“I already took care of our research, no need to worry about it.” He smiles warmly.

You feel yourself relax at Ellis’s smile, a warm and soft feeling makes it to your chest. It makes you feel fuzzy.

You hear Ellis laugh for whatever reason. Confused, you look at him with a puzzled expression. He just chuckles and ruffles your hair, brushing it off.

“Everything's fine, just rest and let me take care of everything.”

He walks out your room, leaving you to be with yourself. You exhale, relief washing over you. Honestly, you don't know what you'd do without Ellis.

It feels like he's been there all your life, by your side without fail. You can always count on him and he'd deliver every time.