#tired reader

[unluckiestmember]

LETS GOOOOOO!!!! Cheers so loudly, heehee. Hi, I'm the Anon who most recently asked if your requests were open! I recently got into Xmen 97 and you write all the lil guys so SO good?? The one where they've got a Reader that's good with kids brings me so much joy as someone who works with kids... Huge comfort to me. Thank you.

If it's not too much trouble, could you consider like. The XMen snuggling/cuddling with an exhausted Reader??? I'm manifesting a bowl of your favorite soup in your home. Thank you for all of your hard work.

~ 🛰️

Coming right up!

X-Men '97 X Exhausted! Reader

Characters: Cable, Cyclops, Jean Gray, Wolverine, Storm, Jubilee, Gambit, Nightcrawler, Magneto, Morph and Rogue.

Warning: None. SFW.

A/N: First time writing Storm, kinda nervous lol! Should I add Beast to the list in the future? I hope you enjoy the request! It's good to be back!

Cable

“That mission was tough wasn’t it? Why don’t you take it easy for the rest of the day… Don’t worry about me, it’s my job to worry about you.”

Usually when the both of you are done with work, Cable would spend the rest of his evening practicing for any future battles and setting up tactics that could help in the impending war. So you won’t see him until the next morning with coffee, dismissing the idea of taking a break when you suggest it for him. But when you are tired from work and missions? You might as well call this man the biggest hypocrite ever.

He will waste no time taking you to your bed and making sure you get the proper rest you not just deserve, but need. Expect this man to join you as well in relaxation, wrapping his arm around you and letting you lay his head against his chest so you can hear his heartbeat. If you want him to comb his hands through your hair, he’ll do it without complaints. And if you ask for kisses, expect your forehead to be showered in pecks. Cable knows better than anyone else that the war you're fighting can be exhausting, which is why he’ll do his best to make sure you take care of yourself. He may not look after himself, but he will definitely look out for his beloved.

Cyclops

“Hey, are you alright? You look a little tired. Let's get you back to the manor and get some rest, okay?”

As soon as you get back to the manor with the team after a mission and you show signs of fatigue, Cyclops is quickly making sure you get some rest. He’ll make sure you both shower and take care of loose ends, but after that? X-Men’s leader will make it very clear that you are off limits for the rest of the day to regain your energy. But you’re not the only one because your sweet boyfriend will be in the same boat. Your day to unwind will be filled with breakfast in bed crafted personally by Cyclops himself, watching the news before indulging in some films, and more importantly? Cuddles.

Believe it or not, Scott is amazing at delivering cuddles contrary to his cookie cutter management of his team. He strokes your hair and whispers how proud he is of you keeping the team together during times he couldn’t. He gives you your flowers in endless compliments and sweet kisses peppered around your face. And if you sleep against him, he’ll look at you with hearts in his eyes before he drifts into a much needed slumber with you. The only condition he has is you don’t go telling the team about these precious moments. The last thing he needs is to give Wolverine and Morph fuel for mockery.

Gambit

“Mon amour, you look worn out. You’re not sick, are you? How about Gambit take you back home and fix you up some gumbo?”

Whenever you are tired from hero work, expect Gambit to make a special spa just for you. You’ll be surprised to see him set up a bath for you after giving you a much needed massage. He’ll also fix you up a nice dinner before ending your exquisite night watching your favorite movie if not binging your favorite tv show. While you are both in bed together, he’ll hold your body so close to his own, watching tv together in silence. Though he’s also not against talking if you would prefer that. Besides, it's a great excuse to hear your lovely voice as the last thing before sleeping into the next day.

If you end up sleeping before him, he will simply watch you in content and stroke your back, making sure you are as comfortable and relaxed as you can be. If you are still a bit tired the next day, Gambit is giving you his special treatment all over again and making sure if the team needs you to inform them you’re taking a break. It’s days like this that you are lucky to have such a sweet romantic partner in Gambit. The team knows it just as much as you do. You make it a note to yourself to repay him, but Gambit denies every time. He’s at peace whenever son Amour is at peace.

Jean Gray

“Are you alright, honey? You let me finish this up so we can get back home and relax, alright?”

Jean is quick to set something up for the both of you outside the manor to help you relax from a week of countless missions. She’ll take you for a walk to clear your mind and just enjoy the sunshine against your body. She’ll also set up a picnic for the both of you, feeding you fruits and finger food while getting lost in how breathtaking you look under the beaming sun. When night dawns on the both of you, she’ll take you back to the manor to get ready to sleep, but not just any sleep. An ethereal drift into slumber.

She’ll have you two cuddle together, laying her head into the crook of your neck and relaxing at the feeling of your chin on top of her head before using her powers to take the both of you into her mind and enjoy a space of inner peace together. It’s never enough for Jean to just cuddle you, she needs to be much closer than that and travelling to the subspace is the best way to accomplish such a thing. And it’s always a treat that when you both sleep, you both wake up to one another not just in the mental plane but also the physical plane. Sometimes she wishes she could just stay that way with you, but she knows you guys have to get back to work eventually.

Jubilee

“Man, I’m beat! You are too?! Then come on, let’s head back and play some games together!”

For someone like Jubilee, relaxing is spending the whole day in her room playing video games and eating a bunch of snacks. It’s her go to definition for regaining energy. And as her lover, it’s bound to be yours too. So when you told her you were exhausted, she was quick to get into acts of service mode and take you to her bedroom to play your favorite game. You quickly indulge in this, playing the game alongside her while she teases you about how amazing you are.

When you are too tired to continue playing though, Jubilee doesn’t whine about wanting to sleep and instead welcomes it! She’ll happily make sure you both get a shower before slipping into her bed and snuggling into your arms. No team members would dare to enter her room while you two are sleeping unless they want their face to be met with a barrage of fireworks. Your rest and relaxation is very important to Jubilee and she wants you to get every ounce of it. Because she knows it's rare you two have moments to just be, she cherishes the times you both have together to rest up before the next mission. 

Magneto

“My love, one moment of your time, please… I want you to stay here and get some rest. You need it. And you know I’m right about that, don’t you?”

No matter what the case may be, Magneto is sending the X-Men on missions. Crime and prejudice doesn’t wait or rest for anyone, so that means days off are a rarity for the team. So you can always expect him to send you and the team off to take care of a crime scene… What you can never expect though is when he pulls you away at the last minute and proposes a day for just the two of you. You never have to tell Magneto you are tired because of his keen eye to detail. Your sluggish work on the job? How it seemed at meetings you’d be in your own world? He sees it all and is willing to fix that.

So while the team is dealing with racist humans and radical mutants, you are showered in care and acts of service from the leader who always peppers your hands and face in kisses. The man is at your beckon call for everything, especially cuddling. The team will sometimes find you two just laying together and holding one another in his room and roll their eyes. It’s cute that you are able to warm the former leader of the brotherhood’s heart, but you guys make your whole team sick with your romantic antics. Magneto doesn’t give a damn though. As long as work is done and you’re rejuvenated, he’s content.

Morph

“Y/N, you’re not getting sick on me now, are you?... Wait, you’re tired?! Well why didn’t you tell me earlier? Let’s get you back home!”

Their lover is tired? They’re acting on that and fast! Morph will drop everything, not caring even if they’re in the middle of a mission to get you somewhere so you can relax. When everything is settled on the field and work is properly done, they’re making sure you stay in bed and attend to your every need. Because of their love for humor, they will make a bunch of jokes that are bound to make you smile and make his heart flutter as you relax in bed.

And if you want to cuddle with them, you don’t have to ask twice because they will immediately cuddle up to you and be off limits from work for the rest of the day. Cuddling with Morph has always been nice, so to cuddle with them while trying to regain your energy again, it’s delightful. Just don’t be scared out of your skin if they decide to play a joke on you and shapeshift into someone else when you wake up. All in all, relaxing with Morph is fun. Minus the next day teasing from Logan of course.

Nightcrawler

“Is everything alright, mein liebling? You’re moving weirdly and keep closing your eyes? Oh hase, please tell me you’re not wearing yourself out.”

Nightcrawler is quick to realize something is wrong with you when you’re tired. So when you’re done on a mission with him, he’s quickly asking if everything’s alright. When you tell him you’re exhausted from work, he’ll try his best to set up an itinerary full of your favorite activities to do when you both get back to the manor. He’ll also ask the team to help him make sure you’re getting proper rest long after you do get the usual pip back in your step.

If all you wish to do is lay in bed with him and just take in his warmth, he’s more than happy doing that as well. He can never say no to a cuddling sesh filled with soft strokes of your hand into his dark curls. At the end of the day, Nightcrawler just wants to be sure you are okay and not pushing yourself past your limit because of superhero work. That’s why even after you get better, he’s asking about your wellbeing. And if you become tired again, he’s never hesitant to spend another day of relaxation with his liebling.

Rogue

“Now wait a darn minute. I know you can move faster than that! What’s going on, hon? You tired or something?... You are?! Then let’s head back because I’m feeling tired too!”

You’re tired? Suddenly Rogue is tired too! What a coincidence! Jokes aside, Rogue knows a thing or two to do as soon as you tell her you’re feeling worn out. Peaceful flights around the city are a must followed by a visit to your favorite cafe for some coffee or tea. Right after that, she’ll take you back to some sightseeing, having lovely chatter in the air away from work and the team so you both can clear your heads.

Though if you rather something more grounded, no pun intended, Rogue isn’t against having a spa day in the manor. She’d also be open to reading with you while you’re snuggled up in your bed, sometimes reading you a story to drift you off to sleep. The whole day she’s making sure the both of you are enjoying yourselves on your day off and feeling refreshed for the following day. Even if you’re not, that’s more than okay because she won’t either, which is always a great excuse to spend more time together and get your energy back up. 

Storm

“Is everything alright, dear? Come here, let me check your temperature… Hmm, you don’t feel hot, but you are a bit sluggish. When we’re done here, let's take the rest of the day off.”

When it comes to Storm and taking care of the mind and body, she takes it very seriously. That’s why when everyone was finished with their work for the day and you all returned to the manor, she wastes no time setting up a day for the both of you to recharge. She’ll take you out of the city on a trip to just get lost in the beauty of nature and actually relax somewhere absent of the X-Men’s antics for a good amount of time. Storm is always not one to hesitate making a home cooked meal for you that is sure to fill you up and make you feel as warm as her cuddles do.

She’s not one who gets excited at the idea of cuddling, but when you want it, she finds it hard to say no and immediately holds you throughout the night while humming a small tune to drift you to sleep. When you both are recharged, she’s taking you back to the manor. Just don’t be surprised if she starts to keep a keen eye on you from now on. She’d rather you tell her when you’re tired, but even if you don’t, she’ll know and be quick to book another getaway for the both of you.

Wolverine

“Feeling under the weather, huh, pup? I wish you’d have said something until now, but no use crying over spilled milk.”

This man has been working for hundreds of years. So he’s always looking for a good excuse to take it easy for a few days. And you being exhausted is one of them. Wolverine will make sure when you both get back to the manor that you get something to eat, wash yourself off and get ready to spend a day in bed with him. He’s usually someone who is against spending a day in bed because he defines his days of relaxation as training or getting a cold brew and basking in the sun.

But if you rather lay around and call it a day, he’s not against it. He’ll be quick to hold you in his strong arms, brushing your own with his thumbs and occasionally kissing your cheek if not your ear as you fall asleep against him. The next morning he’s sure to have Morph help him cook you breakfast before asking if you feel better to work again. If you do, he’ll quick hop back into action with you. But if not, that’s cool too. Just more time for him to spend with you and shower you in love.

Requests are still open! And as always, stay safe, stay hydrated and have a good day! <3

[osamusghxst]

can i request a minific (no pressure tho) of dazai and an extremely tired reader? sort of like fatigue but they're the kind to push through it all. almost so willed to do more they're genuinely stupid about it and don't like to admit when they've wrecked their system too much. currently surviving off self medication and sheer disregard for life, mostly.

𝒥ust 𝒮leep ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ

⌯⌲ hi there, no pressure at all! sorry this is getting to you late </3 slight cw since you mentioned self-medication: alludes to (mis)use of stimulants

The crack of another energy drink opening echoes in your room, rubbing your face as you review reports that you had snuck home, knowing you'd need to force all of your focus on this case to solve it. You didn't want much assistance outside of those assigned to it with you, which was only Kunikida and Yosano, but others have been offering, it obvious at how... involved you've been.

It isn't abnormal, since your colleagues are kind of used to watching you stalk around on autopilot. Excess coffee, energy drinks, and other forms of caffeine have made its way into the company's budget ever since you joined - don't ask how, no one will fess up to whoever convinced the president to allow it. People usher you to the break room, encouraging you to rest on the couch, take a "cat nap", or simply relax beside the window to stare at something other than work.

One coworker in particular monitors your wellbeing to a degree that the rest weren't really expecting, but thankful all the same since he doesn't ask for your permission - only your forgiveness. Amongst your empty mugs, half-drunken cans, and fresh plastic to-go cups of iced coffee will be a comically large water bottle and a small bag of the best food the convenience store a few doors down has to offer. You noticed some bottles of your… special medicine have gone missing from your desk drawer, even if you believe you need them to get through the remainder of the day. You rarely spend lunches alone, if it can be helped, ensuring you have a full meal alongside all that manufactured stimulation.

"Hey," Dazai murmurs, peeking over your shoulder as you work, the sound of the can a warning sign. His hands come out carefully to place on your shoulders, not to startle you, but he's fairly certain he heard the rattling of your Adderall an hour or so ago, now this. He forced his way onto the case, merely to keep a close eye on you. He's here at your place because he said he was going to review the work with you and mull over ideas, trying to get a grasp of the severity, having to entrust Ranpo to handle his own case he is only mildly abandoning. "It's getting late, why don't you take a break?" He asks, that already soothing voice going softer. He wouldn't necessarily say he has to treat you like a child, but he's noticed you respond better to gentleness, which is why it seems he is the only one to convince you to do anything these days. It was a strange conversation he had with Kunikida, since his partner wouldn't describe Dazai as a "gentle" guy.

"I think I'm on to something," you mumble, letting out a long sigh as your hand reaches out to grasp the rim of the can, but a large palm carefully covers the back of yours, preventing you from getting your supposed much needed caffeine at two forty-seven in the morning. "Dazai, please, I have to get through the evidence of this case before tomorrow. Fukuzawa needs a report on my findings and if my paper is blank-"

"All I'm asking for is ten minutes," he states, tone firm but never raising his octave.

"Dazai, I don't have ten minutes," you slump back in your desk chair, raking your fingers through your hair, and you huff in irritation. "What happened to helping me, anyhow? I've been working on this alone."

"Let's switch, then," he takes the energy drink and sets it off to the side, out of your eyesight, eyeing the time then flickering toward your bed, noticing it's a jumbled mess of sheets, pillows, quilts, and other loose blankets. Wondering how often you actually sleep in it.

He's well aware that you are like him: no amount of sleep in the world can cure your fatigue, so you do whatever possible to keep yourself awake instead. Sometimes, he admires your ability to go about your day, not a care in the world, the haze in your tired eyes prominent that you aren't really coherent of what you're doing most times. Your hands have minds of their own, muscle memory impressive to anyone else watching. You can speak perfectly, but you haven't a clue on what came out of your mouth once the words leave. You nap, roughly twenty to thirty minutes at a time is all your body will allow if it isn't nighttime. When medicinal aid wears off, you get well over your eight hours, crashing completely in a heap on your comfortable mattress, wrapped securely in your many blankets, face smushed into your fluffy pillows, drool sticking to your cheek, and not even a tsunami could move you from that spot. You'll wake up, nothing changed, groggy and foggy and starving, leading the cycle to repeat where you consume enough food to hold you over, down coffee and energy drinks and soda if you're desperate, chasing it with whatever prescription stimulant you can get your hands on, until the crash overwhelms your body once more. It's your own form of hibernation - no one can get ahold of you, some worried you're dead, Dazai sneaking in to check on you, your pulse, then sneaks back out.

"Dazai, I don't know what to do," you crack, sniffing and laying your head back, accidentally hitting his stomach as you literally hold back tears. "I can't solve this. Kunikida and Yosano are stumped too, and I can't have another bust that Ranpo has to bail me out of." You begged and pleaded to take on detective work, getting you bumped up from the secretary position you didn't want, but needed a foot in the door. However, you came to realize this wasn't your average detective agency, and the cases come to the lot of you due to their difficulty.

"It's alright," he starts massaging your shoulders, thumbs masterfully digging into your skin, and it actually feels nice. Relaxing, and you're overcome with feelings. You don't really know what they are, but it doesn't help in keeping the tears at bay. "I'll look at everything you have here, and you can take the credit if I solve it. I don't mind." He assures, watching your hand come up to hold your head, brows furrowing at the middle, and wrinkles deepening from the stress. "Lay down. Get some sleep, and I'll fill you in on how I got everything in the morning when you can focus better." He's already having to hide the secret that he knows you took confidential information out of the agency building, what's one more that he helped you?

"You know trying to get five hours of sleep won't make me refreshed," you tell him, brain pulsing in your temple, and he hasn't stopped easing the tension between your shoulder blades.

"Five hours is better than zero," you can hear the smile in his words, knowing he is about to win. Again. To you, arguing with him is useless - he has the best way with negotiating and manipulating the situation into getting anyone to agree. For someone like you, it's a waste of your own breath at this point whenever he starts luring you to your bed for a nap or actual sleep. "I don't want you crashing." He adds, an oddly comforting and caring thing to say to you.

"I won't crash," you sigh, lids drooping that you have to snap back up. "I've gotten used to all of this by now. I can keep going." He stares down at you, nothing on his features moving, also aware of how stubborn you are. This is the worst you've ever been with me. He wets his lips as he thinks, knowing he shouldn't do this, but he's running out of options. He steps to the side before his arms immediately scoop you up, making you gasp and cling to his shirt while lightly kicking your feet in protest.

"Put me down!" You squirm around in his hold, him unphased as he makes a few steps, then shrugs.

"Okay," he says, dropping you on the mattress, you bouncing some from impact. One forearm has you pinned down by the chest as the other works to undo your pants, your hands flailing around and trying to push him away.

"What on Earth are you doing?!"

"Since you aren't doing anything yourself, I figured I'd help you," he tells you, hand grabbing your wrists to hold them together, but he's stopped moving as he stares down at you with his expression changed. Readless, but different. "Now, you have two options, and only two." He pauses, gauging your reaction, and you're stunned into a statue. "Either you let me continue helping you get comfortable so you can sleep, or you do it yourself then get under the blankets." He nods toward your quilts muddled together with sheets. Your nose scrunches up, not believing this is happening, and blink rapidly.

"You really are fine with just undressing me? You're a perv!" Your wrists wriggle in his grasp, and he sighs through his nose before letting you go.

"There's a difference in actions when your health is concerned," his voice changes then, the gentleness he usually uses on you wearing thin, alongside your insolence tearing at his patience. You two stare at one another, you confused, and him stoic with a slight twitch to his eyebrow.

"Alright," you cave, reluctantly, sitting up on your elbows. "Just... Just step out while I change, I'll call you back in when I'm under the covers."

"I can just as easily take this and work in the living room," he goes to your desk, grabbing your work, and when his eyes meet yours, he falters. Something shifts in your anger, deteriorating, and his head tilts ever so slightly. He clears his throat then sets the stack back down, turning on his heel to head toward the door. "Yeah, I'll be right outside the door."

He stayed in there with you all night, having the issues you were running into resolved within an hour. His fingers comb through your hair, sitting on his knees beside your bed, his own eyes weary, trying to keep himself awake to make sure you stay asleep.

try to get some rest as well, dear anon.

- ghxst

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[the-secret-keeper]

EPIC: The Musical has inspired me Incorrect Quote

Crowley: Have faith, MC, we've come this far.

MC, tired: Yes, but how much longer 'til your luck runs out?

MC, looking around at everything he's done: How much longer 'til the show goes south?

MC, looking at their friends: How much longer 'til we all fall down?

MC, glaring at Crowley: You rely on wit, and people die on it.

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Credit! Song: Luck Runs Out by Jorge Rivera-Herrans, Cast of EPIC: The Musical (This song is specifically in EPIC: The Ocean Saga)

[synthe4u]

The stress was beginning to seep in. Your eyebags becoming more visible by the day. No one could tell you were more tired than the past week.

You were more quiet and less aggressive in your talking. You seem to have lost your spirit in a way, but of course, the man in the mask figured it out.

Ghost eyed you on the other side of the room. You were bobbing your head, nearly falling asleep before being shaken awake by the slight fall of your body.

You were being distracted by the lights and paid no mind to Ghost's wandering eyes.

It wasn't until around 2100 (9:00pm) when he knocked at your door. You weren't asleep yet. Your light was still on.

Opening the door you asked, "Is something wrong?"

You hadn't changed out of uniform and still seemed out of it.

"Why aren't you asleep?"

"Why are you awake?"

You snapped back at him. You weren't in the mood. You've been tolerable all day, no arguments or fights, but it's clear he came to ruin that.

He stared at you in silence. The mask made him more intimidating which caused you to fess up.

You ran your hands through you hair, frowning in disgust at the knots in your hair.

"Just some family problems is all."

"Losing sleep over your family?"

You sighed, "What do you need?"

"Need you to sleep so we could complete this mission."

"I'm not broken, I can still do the mission."

Silence permeated the hall, other than the occasional fizzle from that one light the base swears isn't broken or haunted.

"Can I come in?"

The door widened a foot further, allowing the masked man inside. You didn't understand why you would let him in. You don't let anyone in your room, at least, not for silly matters like this.

He followed you further into your room after shutting the door, and settled on the side of your bed. You didn't have time to question it before you fell.

Collapsing on the spot, Ghost caught you before the ground could do actual damage to your body.

I guess the sleep had caught up to you, just as Ghost had caught you.

Sleep truly is not for the weak. Stay healthy, guys.

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[mindless-drabblzzz]

ok so like hear me out on this

platonic yandere popular guy x tired f! Reader where he like does her hair in class

I think that sounds pretty neat

ok ima gonna go into my little corner until idk bye bye

[imaginesleagueoflegends]

Hihi! can i request headcannons for Zaahen, Viego and Swain taking care of an overworked & stressd S/O (totally not outing myself rn :') ) ?,,I absolutely love the way you write them!!

I’m grateful for the kindness! ❤️ Here is the request, and I wish I could give something more than just a few words of comfort—I can imagine how you must be feeling with so much weight on you. But I hope you can find time to take care of yourself, even if just a little!

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Taking care of an overworked & stressd S/O (headcanons)

SWAIN / VIEGO / ZAAHEN

I usually use (__) to indicate the space where you can add your name — or whichever name you prefer.

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────≫ Swain

❈ Words: ~ 420

🐦‍⬛ Swain understands work overload well; he has felt many times the cost to the spirit of keeping himself active and productive. Sacrifices are always necessary to achieve something greater.

🐦‍⬛He will not fill you with flattery, nor with all that speech about: “you need to take care of yourself; this is not healthy; you cannot let them demand this of you,” and etc., etc., etc. If a job needs to be done, Swain knows from experience that the idea of “it’s fair to let it go”—when things pile up—becomes merely a pretty ornament to distract you from the main focus.

🐦‍⬛ Swain is direct. He arrives where you are with a cup of some hot drink, embraces you from behind without haste, gently moving your hands away from whatever work you are doing; he calls your name with intimacy, the familiarity of his breathing at the nape of your neck already making you expect the light kiss he places there; Swain praises your effort, gratifying himself by reinforcing how well he chose the woman he calls his wife, thus managing to draw a low—though tired—laugh from you.

🐦‍⬛ Swain is direct. He arrives where you are with a cup of some hot drink, embraces you from behind without haste, gently moving your hands away from whatever work you are doing; he calls your name with intimacy, the familiarity of his breathing at the nape of your neck already making you expect the light kiss he places there; Swain praises your effort, gratifying himself by reinforcing how well he chose the woman he calls his wife, thus managing to draw a low—though tired—laugh from you.

Your body leans back to anchor itself against his before you even fully understand that you are being enveloped; Swain’s heavy clothing is soft, making him even more inviting to the idea of letting yourself be carried away and resting in him. And that is exactly what you do.

Only afterwards comes the truth you are not managing to accept:

—You need to rest, my dear. Your performance will only worsen if you do not respect your own limits. And Noxus cannot prosper if its empress falls ill.

🐦‍⬛ You may try to counterargue, insist that you need to finish, to do more. But Swain is rigid like an alloy of steel: he will not allow his wife to waste away with dark circles and weakness from exhaustion. He is not open to discussions: you are removed from work until you rest and are revitalized again.

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────≫ Viego

❈ Warnings: Unhealthy relationship warning.

❈ Words: ~ 363

👑 At the moment when the emotional and psychological pressure pushed you to the limit, making you shout at Viego to leave you alone, the very black and dense mist pulled away into a circle surrounding the two of you.

The silence that followed was, quite literally, deathly.

👑 You cannot tell whether the cold you are feeling, the one making you tremble, comes from your own unregulated anxiety or if it emanates from Viego’s marble-cold expression.

👑 But you start crying and stammering, and you try to turn your back, though you know it is useless to run from the Ruined King. You try to stay, yet you cannot keep still in place.

Something is wrong with you—even Viego can notice that.

👑First, he wants to know who left you in that state. It will take some time for you to explain to Viego that there is no one specific to blame—and even if there were, it would be better not to reveal any name to Viego; he does not usually tolerate anyone hurting what belongs to him.

👑 Viego’s love has always been somewhat one-sided: it is based on him possessing the person he loves. So the idea of comforting someone in a more “human” situation—even though he himself was originally human… It has been so long. Viego might not even remember the meaning of “to comfort” someone.

👑 But Viego is open and receptive to the hug you ask of him—after you murmur a few apologies for the shouting.

Viego certainly holds you tighter when you walk hesitantly and exhausted into his arms; you do not even need to ask or explain—just wrap your arms around him and hide your face in his neck or chest, and Viego will be holding you back.

—Is there truly no one who left you like this, my queen?

He asks in a mortally serious, low tone, lost among the strands of your hair.

—No one. I just… I can’t take it anymore. It’s too much, all at once, without pause… The world is simply driving me crazy.

—Do you want me to destroy it for you, my love?

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────≫ Zaahen

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🤎 Unfortunately, Zaahen’s immediate decision is to distance himself, to reduce interactions, to be less in your presence.

The situation reminds him of the discrepancy between your worlds and that there is little someone like him can do to rescue you from your mortal problems. And since he cannot effectively lighten your burden, Zaahen steps out of your way so as not to become another weight in some manner.

🤎 Sometimes it might even work. But other times, your dimmed look of exhaustion will seem like a cry for help he will not be able to ignore.

🤎Before you can leave another pile of human commitments - that will place you in an even more aggravated state of overload and stress -, Zaahen places his body as a barrier between you and the door, hands behind his back, a serious and scrutinizing gaze on the dark circles and pallor of your face.

—If there is anything I can do, little human, I need you to tell me. You have clearly reached your limits, but perhaps my strength may serve to ease your burden in some way.

🤎 Physical comfort is not exactly Zaahen’s idea—a human with a darkin is still territory far too dangerous for you, and he is more aware of that than you are—but you probably will not be able to stop yourself from leaning and resting your forehead against Zaahen’s chest or shoulder. The heat of his body is so strong that it reaches yours even with the small distance between you; and the fact that he is so physically strong makes your tired instincts distort things a little: instead of recognizing him as a potential predator, they see him as a potential protector.

🤎 Zaahen’s skin is a mixture of human softness with warmed marble, somewhat hardened, and the metal adorning his chest might bother when he embraces you; the grooves engraved in his skin sound strangely pleasant to trace; Zaahen contemplates while your human figure, distracted, caresses him between the ridges of his exotic skin, as if that were some kind of calming ritual.

🤎 Although he is hesitant when it comes to touching you, Zaahen will not refuse you when you initiate. As soon as he understands that you—for some reason hidden from his reason—seek in him some kind of support for your weakness, Zaahen wraps around you and holds you with moderation, allowing your fragile body to yield and let it be him who supports you for a while.

—Promise you won’t let anyone give me anything to do today?

—No one will come near you, (__). That I can promise.

Hope you enjoyed!

Credits: divisors here

[tytarax]

The reader, tired after a long shift at the cash register, sleepily looks at Daishinkan: "Should you… hmm… get a family discount, or *remembers the age of an angel*… pension discount?"

Dashinkan, not offended, decides to play along: "Which of these would be better for me, percentage-wise?"

The shift has been long.

Your feet hurt. Your soul hurts. You’ve said “have a nice day” so many times it no longer feels like a real sentence.

The next customer steps up.

You barely look up as you yawn.

“Hi-” you pause, squinting.

…Oh.

It’s Daishinkan.

Standing politely at the counter. Hands folded. Serene as ever. Radiating divine calm while you’re one inconvenience away from collapsing.

You blink slowly.

“…Should you,” you mumble, scanning his items, “get a family discount, or-”

You stop.

Your brain finally boots up.

“…wait. Angels are, like… really old.”

You stare at him, eyes unfocused.

“…Pension discount?”

Silence.

You brace yourself.

Instead

Daishinkan smiles.

Not amused. Not offended.

Genuinely entertained.

“How thoughtful of you,” he says mildly. “Which would be more advantageous, percentage-wise?”

You squint at the register.

“…Family discount’s fifteen percent,” you mutter. “Senior’s ten.”

He hums, considering.

“Fifteen percent does sound more efficient.”

You nod solemnly.

“Yeah. You do have, like… a lot of kids.”

“Indeed,” he agrees calmly.

You scan the final item, barely holding yourself upright.

“…Congrats on the discount, Father of Angels.”

He inclines his head.

“Thank you. Please remember to rest.”

You hand him the receipt.

“…If Zeno erases the universe,” you yawn, “can you make sure he does it after my day off?”

Daishinkan smiles a little wider.

“I’ll see what I can do.”

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i hate it when you want to read that book so bad, but you just can’t concentrate.

like, at all.

when you’re too sleepy and your mind is too cloudy and everything you read, you have to read three times and even then, it still doesn’t make sense.