"I refuse to use y/n so I give her oc name"???? SO IS NOT A READERINSERT ISN'T, WHY DONT YOU DO (F/O)/OC IS NOT THAT HARD OMG I HOPE THE A03 CURSE GET TO YOU
Prompt 25: “This might sound weird but I like it when you’re sick. Because then you let me take care of you.”
Long fingers were gently smoothing out the knots in your tousled hair, skilled to disentangle them without hurting you even once in the process. In any other situation you'd have refused such an intimate act of affection from his side but fortuna had clearly turned her head away from you. You had come down with what could only be described as the shittiest cold you've ever had in your life at the worst timing in your life. Your body was tired and weak, your muscles were aching and you had a persistent cough.
A headache had been tormenting you for a while now, a feeling as if someone was hitting you harshly against your skull. Somehow the pain seemed to lessen with his fingers running through your hair, allowing you to relax just a little bit. You weren't giving in to him but you'd be a fool to neglect his treatment as of now when getting out of the bed to the toilet felt like you were putting a huge strain on your body. The sooner you could be fit again, the sooner you could stop giving him the pleasure of dependence.
Dehydration and starvation would have put you out of your misery days ago if it wouldn't have been for the demon coaxing everything down your aching throat. Your appetite had decreased as well as your consum of liquid since it was a pain to swallow something and dwindled down the enjoyment of eating and drinking. To your own pity you realized that you probably wouldn't have taken good care of yourself if Sebastian wouldn't have been. He fed you soups and coaxed you into drinking the sometimes bitter herbal tea, forced the very unpleasant medicine down your throat and straightforward just coddled you.
Somehow he had even grown a bit clingier and you assumed it was because of the stupid mate thing that led to his need to be constantly near you. You accepted most of it though you drew the line when he suggested to take a bath, unwilling to let it escalate that far.
"Just endure it for a bit longer..." you thought to yourself silently, allowing your muscles to relax and sink further into the mattress as you were lulled into a slumber. Somehow his presence was surprisingly more comforting during a time of sickness from your side and maybe it was because you knew deep down that he was capable of nursing you properly back to health and attending to your needs.
Besides a small and annoyed grumble from your side when you felt him shifting closer to you on the bed, your back feeling the outline of his body pressing gently against you, you hadn't the energy to complain more. Not with that hoarse voice of yours and your cough. There was this weak flinch of your body when you felt his hands moving down but you fell back weakly when he started massaging the stiffness out of your shoulders and neck.
You were partly embarrassed by how putty you were right now but convinced yourself that you were just selfishly using him to get better soon to fight back once again. You were only human after all, it was fine for you to be weak once in a while. He was a demon.
There was a satisfied hum slipping from his lips when he took your relaxed form in, drifting in and out of slumber at this point.
"You should sleep a bit, dear. You need all the rest you can get." he hummed softly, adoring how needy you had gotten ever since you had fallen ill. Normally you were feisty and stubborn but now you relied on him and didn't rebel against him. Even if he didn't wish for his mate to be sick, he couldn't deny that he would miss this more needy and submissive side of yours a bit as soon as you were healthy again. You were so sweet right now, willingly leaning closer to him since something about his demon side helped you with the chills in your body and the pain stretching from your head to your toes. Even his voice right now was rather pleasant, inviting you to completely pass out from your misery.
You barely registered his little confession as sleep was shutting your system down.
"This might sound weird but I like it when you're sick because then you let me take care of you."
Your reply was uttered out meekly and maybe even unconsciously before you sank down into a silent darkness.
characters who refuse to heal. characters who change but only for the worse. characters who are trapped by their grief and rage. characters who unravel throughout the narrative. i am putting them in my pocket for later
i want to be inconvenienced by you. i want to wait for you, i want to hold your things while you do something else, i want to make adjustments to my plans to make space for you. someone at your side who takes up no space and has no needs of their own is not a person, but a shadow. i don't want a shadow, i want you. i want my life to be altered by your presence in it. please, inconvenience me.
do you seriously consider someone saying "my love for you is unconditional and based in the trust that we are permitted to need and want the other in small everyday ways; never feel ashamed to ask me for help or for being a part of my life"
Having needs and expressing them is good actually, and it's tragic that people are so willing to swallow themselves so as to not be a "burden" on each other. My girlfriend and I lend each other our metaphorical spoons all the time. That's not toxic, that an honest relationship, where we ask for help when we want it- not just need it. When we want it.
May the people who think taking up space is toxic or co-dependent find healing. Because y'all... it ain't good to think that way. You have needs. I hope you feel safe enough to stop hiding them one day
I love you angry characters I love you revenge arcs I love you protagonists who kill people and don’t feel bad about it I love you manipulative heroes I love you gray morals I love you terrifying protagonists I love you characters who hold boiling grudges I love you characters who reveal that their perceived harmlessness was just patience the whole time I love you stories about atonement and rage and vengeance that don’t end in forgiveness or guilt I love you stories that explore the healing power of incandescent rage
Please return us to a world where Notp and squick are used for a ship you don’t like instead of just making up a load of bullshit about how immoral it is or w/e lol
Imagine you get lost in Sicily and get kidnapped by a tall, scary tattooed mob boss. You barely know the language, so when he manhandles you into his lap and start talking you assume he's threatening you, until you recognize the words "mine", "fuck", "scream" and "sore".
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