#eisha x reader

what are their kisses like?

ft:Enjin Follo, Zanka, Gris, Zodyl, Riyo, Eisha x gn reader

a/n: might make a part two :p

Enjin:

"his kisses are fiery and playful"

"You look so good right now" He purred, placing his hands on your hips and pulling your back flush against his chest. You smiled "Really now?" "Mhm... really" He grinned, before leaning down. He kissed just behind your ear, then brushed some of your hair back. You spun around to face him again. His eyes never once left the clothes you were wearing, you always looked so good in his eyes. No matter if you were dressed up, wearing your pyjamas or anything in between. His eyes wandered back up to your face, taking a quick glance at your eyes before focusing on your lips again. You put your hands on his chest and tilted your head at him "Hm? Something wrong?" You pretended, and he chuckled "Not at all." His hand lightly stroked your waist up and down, before leaning down to kiss you. He pressed his lips against yours, slow and steady at first but growing more hungry with each passing second. He licked your bottom lip, just to tease you a little. Then he pulled back with a big smirk. "What's the occasion anyway?"

Follo:

"his kisses are desperate and sweet at the same time"

It was late already, you should've probably already been back in your room a long time ago. But you weren't, you were in his instead. "Follo, I think I should go back." The moonlight was damped by the clouds in the sky, it barely shone down through the window of his room, the one you were sag right in front of with him. You could barely see his face, despite being so close to him. "No, stay-" His hands tightened around yours waist, keeping you in place. "Please, baby, just five more minutes." His tone of voice alone made all protests die in the back of your throat, especially when his finger gently pushed back some of your hair. You sighed, putting your hand back on his cheek and pulling his face towards you again. His lips met yours and he kissed you so desperately, like he never planned on letting you leave. One of his hands left your waist and wandered to your back, to pull you even closer towards him. You melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck and tilting your head to deepen the kiss, cradling the back of his head, running your hands through his hair. His body shivered under your touch, a soft, broken whimper broke past his lips right against yours.

Zanka:

"his kisses are awkward at first, but end up passionate"

"Zanka! I missed you!" You instantly draped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. He had been away for two weeks, on a random mission. so when you heard about him finally being back, it didn't take much time for you to find him. You found him in a hallway, he was probably on his way to his room. He looked dead tired. "Missed ya too" He chuckled lightly, putting one of his hands on your waist and the other on the small of your back. A few awkward beats of silence passed, then you pulled away. Your eyes met his, and he could tell from the glint in them already what you were expecting. He took in a deep breath, then leaned in and clumsily pressed his lips against yours. You felt his hand tense on your waist, probably from embarrassment. It made you smile and pull away for a second, then you two tried again. This time it went a bit smoother, he moved his lips against yours again. Just a lot slower, and definitely more relaxed. His hand moved from your waist to your hip, tugging you closer towards him.

Gris:

"his kisses are soft and slow"

"I was so worried about you-" You sighed, holding onto his hand. He was lying on the bed, with half of his torso patched up. Gris had been sent out on a mission and got hurt really badly, as far as you knew he had been stabbed and then infected with poison. You didn't know the exact details, just that it was some sick giver or something... Either way it didn't matter. "But I'm okay now." He assured you, giving your hand a heartfelt squeeze. "Eisha healed me back up again" You looked into his eyes. He could see the worry in them, it made him feel bad about himself. He didn't like worrying you. He scooted over. "come here" he asked you to sit beside him. you sat beside him on the bed, leaning your head against his shoulder. He caressed the back of your hand with his thumb, watching you sulk just a little. Of course he appreciated your worry, and he understood that you were worried. But he'd be just fine again in no time. After a few minutes of silence, he let go of your hand and cupped your jaw instead. He looked at your still troubled face and sighed with a little smile playing at the corners of his lips. "Don't make such a long face" he said, leaning his forehead against yours "I'm fine really" "Yeah I know." You exhaled. He smiled again. and gently pressed his lips against yours. You wrapped your arm around his neck, pulling him closer and kissing him back. only when your lungs ached with the need for oxygen did you pull away again, but he didn't miss the littlest smile grazing your lips.

Zodyl:

"his kisses are few, but never meaningless"

Zodyl had been acting weird lately, sure he'd never been the sunniest but somehow he felt even more distant than usual. You wondered why... did it have something to do with the cleaners? Or maybe with the raiders?.... Or you? You didn't know if you should ask him, even as you sat beside him. The air was filled with silence, he didn't speak a word and neither did you. Actually he wasn't even looking at you, he was staring straight ahead, as if he were thinking about something. He looked lost in thought. After a few seconds of internal debating, you cleared your throat. "So... what's going on?" He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, still not moving his head towards you. Not even a bit. "Why the sudden question?" he asked right back. You knew he'd do that, but it still irked you. You suppressed a groan. "... you're quiet? Like quieter than usual...." He turned his head towards you. He didn't speak, just looked into your eyes. Almost as if he was trying to read your thoughts... Then he put a hand on your cheek, your breath hitched at the unexpected touch. "Don't worry about it." He told you. His thumb caressed your cheek, lightly. It wasn't often that he was affectionate, so you decided to savour the moment while it lasted. you closed your eyes and leaned into his touch. Next thing you felt were his lips against yours. He was soft and slow. his other hand moved to your waist, holding you in place. Once he pulled away, he pulled away completely.

Riyo:

"her kisses are always quick and playful"

You watched the way Riyo swung her scissors around with her legs, successfully hitting the trash beast multiple times. She always looked so effortlessly cool whenever she fought, you really couldn't help gawking. Maybe you should stop, yeah, probably get to work as well.... But watching just a few more seconds couldn't hurt. A big pile of smoke formed, you heard a loud thud and for a moment the red haired girl disappeared completely. Then you saw it, a quick flash of something, charging straight at you! You prepared to strike back, but instead of a trash beast it was just Riyo. She landed right in front of you, grinning. You didn't have much time to react, she pulled you in by the waist for a kiss. You could feel her smiling against your lips the entire time. "Stop gawking so much, you gotta work to you know" She grinned. The smoke behind her started to clean up and you saw the trash beast lay flat on it's back. "But you already took care of everything" You smiled. She rolled her eyes at you, playfully pushing you by the shoulder. Then she pulled you right back by your collar. but before she could lean in for her second kiss, the trash beast roared back to life. "Awh, what a shame." She let go of your collar, smiling despite trying to feign annoyance. "Guess you'll have to wait some more." Then she was gone.

Eisha:

"her kisses are always hesitant and shy"

Gachiakuta Cast × GN Reader

— Drunk Mind, Drunk Chaos

Type: One shot

Characters: Zodyl, Tamsy, Enjin, Zanka, Semiu, Eishia, Corvus, Jabber 💕

Warning: jabber curses only once tho also mankira

Headcanons about a GN! Reader who is normally highly intelligent, stoic, sarcastic, and painfully analytical—but becomes irresponsible, carefree, and wildly unfiltered when drunk. The cast is forced to deal with the whiplash.

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━━━━━━ ♡ written with care ♡ ━━━━━━

✎ StrawberyLover 🍓

MY FIRST REQUEST LET'S GOOO!!!

this is lowkey ass considering I took two weeks to write it😭 hope you like it tho ≧﹏≦

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It was the aftermath of a yet successful mission, with a few scratches here and there of course. Team akuta was sent to clear out a trash beast and when they returned... It looked like they'd seen better days. The injuries weren't severe but still needed care which all fell in the hands of the only healer in the cleaners. Eisha.

They weren't in too bad of a condition or anything. Nothing eisha couldn't handle. It did tire her a bit tho, using her jinki four times back to back wasn't easy.

She was just putting away the medical stuff and cleaning a bit when she heard a soft knock

(Reader POV)

You were talking with Semiu when the group arrived. Taking one good look at them it was obvious they were headed to eisha. That was a slight inconvenience. You *were* planing on visiting her. Guess it had to wait.

After a few hours they came out. You finally had the chance to see her. Slowly you walked to the medbay stopping right in front of it's door. You raised your hand and knocked a few times ignoring the nervousness that was building up.

Knock

Knock

Knock

After a second of silence the door opened, the sight of eisha greeting you. You froze then and there your brain short circuiting once you were actually in front of her.

"Oh h-hey I was looking for you. I mean not in a weird way of course since we're dating and I haven't seen you the whole day I was just-" your rambling was cut off by eisha

'Wanna come in'

"Yes please"

You entered the room a strong smell of rubbing alcohol hitting you in the face. Walking further you sat on one of the hospital beds. Eisha followed sitting right next to you.

...

There Was a silence between you. A comfortable one. Something that happened quite often with both of you. You were both shy to say the least. Not knowing what to say or where to put your hands. You were still learning one step at a time and one hand over the other.

She started making small talk trying to get her even shyer boyfriend out of his shell. And it worked. After a while you became more talkative. Finding comfort when with her.

"You free this afternoon" you asked trying not to sound nervous

'Yeah I don't think there's another mission so the gang can't get hurt. Did you have something in mind?'

"Maybe I thought we could Netflix and chill y'know? "

'I would love that'

...

You were now laying on your couch watching a random movie. Eisha was laying in front of you, her body nestled against yours. You had one arm draped over her keeping her close. It wasn't something new but you still couldnt help your flushing face. Which she noticed. She stilled for a second constipating her thoughts before leaning in, closing the distance between your faces. Your face was red as a tomato now but you couldn't get yourself to move. Then it happened. Her lips met yours. It was a soft kiss. Slow and gentle. Your limbs relaxed as if you weren't in a intimate position. Your shyness making itself less prominent as you enjoyed her lips. After a solid five seconds you pulled away. You both stared at each other the reality sinking in. You blushed at the same time, her profusely apologizing as you covered your face in embarrassment. ;)

Birds of a feather 🩺

Platonic Eisha x nurse!reader headcannons

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Eisha has always had trouble making friends. It’s not that she doesn’t get along with people it’s just that whenever she meets someone new her nerves kick in and she’s suddenly too anxious to keep a conversation.

So when you walked in; someone with the same interests as her and who has patience in spades, it was like penicillin to strep throat.

You start by asking her to help you read through medical journals, after all you have to keep up to date on any advances in medicine and refresh your memories.

Chapter 5

August’s–who you had just recently learned the name of–hair was hitting your face, tickling your nose as the two of you went at eighty five miles per hour on the bumpy dirt roads. A wide grin spread out on your face as you felt the wind hit your body, the adrenaline of the ride probably being the only thing that kept you from flying off from his shitty driving.

Dust particles flew into your eyes, but you didn’t want to close them in case the exhilarating feeling you felt from watching the city disappear behind you went away. Your arms wrapped tightly around his torso, hugging his body to yours.

“So, why’re you heading to a hospital, girl?” He yelled over the motor, but you got the feeling this was just his regular tone of voice.

Your head was resting against his shoulder, your mouth by his ear so you didn’t have to break the sound barrier like him to respond. “My sister! It’s her birthday tomorrow, I wanna take her out for some fun.”

He took a sharp turn, and you almost thought you were for sure a goner that time. “THATS ssZiickkk!” He howled back. “I got a sis too! She’s one of them doctor peeps! If ya’ sister’s hurt, she’ll fix’r right up!”

Shaking your head, you slightly loosened your grip. “Nah, she’s terminal.” You said quieter, enough for him to hear.

He grinned, his head turned back to look at you. “No problem! Eisha is a witch when it comes to all things healing, one trip to her and your sister’ll be brand new!”

Biting your lip, you became hopeful. No doctor has been able to help. Ten years of her sickness, been through twenty-somethin’ doctors–which was damn near every single one on the ground–and she’d never shown any signs of getting better. At thirteen, she’s been in the hospital for three quarters of her life, her health akin to a roller coaster. You were there for all of it, no matter what you were doing or how much trouble you were in, the second she called you were there.

Mama’s never been there, always sleepin’ on the couch like nothing mattered to her. Best thing she gave you was your sister, and all the rest had been up to you. Despite your impulsivity and eccentric personality, your sister turned out a respectful kid. She never stole or threw a punch in her life, always using her manners and scolding you when you didn’t watch your tongue.

You didn’t trust people easily, not in the sense of reliability, anyway. You’d be friends with anyone, go along with whatever if asked. It was always for fun with you, never caring if they had bad intentions or if they were as dumb as a rock. But when this guy you just met told you he had a way to save your sister, you wanted to trust that.

“I’m being played so hard right now..”

He cackled, shaking the bike a little. “Nah, I’m seriously serious! She’ll get yo sis right!”

Your eyes flickered down, getting lost in the feeling of the wind and hope. “Kay.. you pinky promise?”

August turned, sticking his gloved pinky out with a big, toothy grin. You mirrored his actions, your pinkies locking momentarily before you hit a bump, the bike along with the two of you getting air time.

“If we don’t die first! Ha!”

And shockingly enough, you didn’t. After more air time then ground, very fucking sharp turns, and getting whiplash, y’all pulled up to the hospital like a fucking police chase. The motorcycle swerved, sliding into the curb when August stopped it with his foot.

The sudden halting of motion jolted you, sending your body tumbling off of the motorcycle. The landing was not graceful whatsoever, in fact you landed on your back, upside down with half of your body still on the damn thing.

“ow, fuck!” You groaned, laughing at yourself as your vision spun.

“Damn homie! Up you go, you good!” He held his hand out to you, grabbing your arms in his and pulling you up. Blinking a few times, you were surprised at his strength but then again, his lean muscle was pretty apparent now that you look at it.

Turning on your heel, you looked up at the hospital. One so familiar, yet felt so foreign all at once. Like maybe some part of you believed you’d be in that basement forever, sleeping on a dirty mattress and getting drugged and cut open forever. A smile crawled up your face, happy to be back.

“Well, let’s go!” August cheered enthusiastically, grabbing your hand and starting to drag you toward the hospital.

“The hospital ain’t gonna run away! Slow down track star!” You laughed behind him, jogging to keep up with his long strides. One would think he’s the one visiting, not you.

The two of you walked into the hospital looking like two clowns in a rodeo, hard to miss. Nurses that recognized you immediately greeted you with surprise, their faces a mix of confusion and pity.

“Mrs.(L/N)! You haven’t been here, we were beginning to get worried..” One rushed over, an elderly lady who always looked out for you like you were her own. She had on a dark blue doctor’s uniform and a mask, but you could still see the look of concern on her face.

Nodding, you let her take your hands in hers, checking in between your bandages for underlying injuries. Your sister was sick, but you always ended up the one being fussed over half the time for injuries that were mostly your fault.

Behind you, August was looking around the place trying his very hardest not to disturb the peace.

“Yeah, been busy this past month. Wanted to stop by sooner but I got caught up,” You said, assuring her you were fine. Which you were, physically at least. Your mind was still back in the room, cold and sticky with old blood. Trauma is key to having a fucking backbone!

“I hope you didn’t get yourself into trouble again hon, there’s dangerous people ‘round here.” She sighed, letting go of your nimble fingers. “Your sister hasn’t been well, we’ve been trying to keep her stable, but she’s been asking about you ‘least once a day. She looks up to you, try to be a good example.” The old lady said, giving you a firm nod.

Another nurse stepped into her place, a younger woman with a clip board in hand and a stick back bun. “This way, you’re Mary’s sister, aren’t you?”

“Yes maam,” you nodded, your brows knitted at the old woman’s words. ‘your sister hasn’t been well’ played over in your mind. You needed to see her.

Grabbing August by the wrist, you began following the lady with him trailing behind. The three of you walked up three flights of stairs, down a hallway, and took one left before you arrived in front of her door. A room you’ve been in more than your own, one you could remember by every detail.

The nurse sighed as she reached for the door handle, cracking it open just enough to peek her head inside. “Mary?” She called out, her voice soft as she spoke to the patient inside. “Your sister came to see you. Are you okay for visitors?”

A silence followed, then a string of coughs as the bed squeaked, a sign of movement.

“..yeah, of course. Thank you miss.” A small voice called out, excitement underlying the clear tiredness of it.

The nurse turned to you and August. “Just give a call if you need anything, okay?” She politely stepped past you, walking away.

Not waiting for August, you pushed the door open to see your younger sister. She was small for her age, with more tired eyes than others too. Her hair matched yours in color, draped over her hospital gown. Machines surrounded her small body, her arms and mouth hooked up to them like it was keeping her alive.

Her eyes lit up when she saw you, immediately trying to lift herself out of bed. “(Y/N)! Where have you be—” She paused, a fit of coughs coming over her. Calmly you walked over to her, putting your arms around her and letting her cough into your shoulder. You held her for a moment, one hand on her head and the other holding her up around her back. She returned the gesture, holding you tightly as tears pricked at her eyes.

“M’sorry Mary, hope you can forgive me.” You ruffled her hair, still holding her close to you. Her hair tickled your nose, smelling like hospital and strawberries. You released your hold on her slightly, stepping back so you could look at her.

She was duller than before, her cheeks slightly sunken in like she wasn’t eating. “Where were you?” She asked weakly, trying to hide the way she was holding back her tears.

You’d hate to lie to the girl, but telling her the truth might be worse now.

“I was,” You paused, glancing to August out of the corner of your eye who was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet. “I was lookin’ for this guy here, he says his sister might be able to help, I wanna give it a shot.”

Your sister’s heart thrummed in her chest at the notation. Not just normal doctors, if you brought them it must be something special. But she never wanted to get her hopes up for something like that. She’d been sick all her life, what could they do? But she trusted you, more than anyone.

“Oh, okay.” She nodded, the two of you looking toward the blonde man.

“WHaaTzzz uuUPP?!” August shot her a peace sign, padding over to the two of you. “My sis gonna get you right, homie!” He grinned, shooting her finger guns. Your sister looked unimpressed, shuffling closer to you.

“Um..okay, where is she?” She asked, leaning her head against your arm. You kept an arm slung around her, figuring August was probably stressing her out.

He grinned, stuffing his hands in his pockets. “She’s back at HQ, soo I’ma go get her for youz.”

She smiled, slightly untensing her shoulders. “Alright, thank you Mr…” She paused, looking between the loud man and you for a name that he clearly wasn’t getting the hint of. You whispered it to her as he went on.

“iTZ NO PROBLEM! Anything for my homegirl (Y/N)!” He patted your shoulder rather aggressively, to which you grinned back at him.

August started walking out the door, waving big at the two of you. “I’ll be back tomorrow with my sis, you hold tight, kay?!”

Grinning, you shoot him a peace sign as he struts out. “For sure, my home skillet! Don’t let her down!” Your arm around your sister got tighter, holding her frail body closer to yours. She smiled against you, waving goodbye at August until he was out of the room.

As his loud footsteps grew fainter with each step he took down the hallway, your sister turned to you with a certain wonder in her eyes.

"You really think he can help me?" She asks timidly, like it were a stupid question. Shrugging, you flop down against the pillows of the hospital bed. A lot more comfortable than your living situation for the past month.

"Worth a shot, ain't it, Mary?"

She nods, scooching back until she's lying next to you. "Yeah, of course it is."

The next day you woke up early, creeping out of bed to buy a cake for your sister because god knows you can’t bake for shit. The hospital was kind of remote, mostly full of long-term patients, so the trip to town was a little long, but being able to walk freely, just being able to take a long stroll as you watched the sun rise, made you feel a sense of freedom that you had taken for granted before your imprisonment.

In the basement, it was easier to forget the bigger picture of what Tamsy was doing. Like your body had began to adapt to the conditions, so you became more relaxed around the man. Less cautious, less angry. You were always angry, but Tamsy had a softness in his voice that had a way of soothing your mind. The pain stung real bad, but it was so good, too. It made you feel like you were floating when it hurt real bad, making your head spin and lull to the side. The softer pain was adrenaline inducing, like you should’ve been looking forward to something.

But being out of that environment made you see how refreshing it was to feel the sun, being able to come and go as you please, and being in control of your daily tasks.

Sauntering into the town, you quickly located the bakery by the sweet smell being emitted. It slipped through the brisk morning air, a contrast that made it more potent to follow.

You lazily glanced over the options at the stall, looking for something you thought Mary would want.

“Lookin’ for something special?” A rough voice came from beside you, and by the tone you could practically see the lopsided grin on his face without looking. Not thinking much of it, you didn’t bother looking up from the selection, looking at different small cakes.

“Little sister’s birthday, she likes raspberries.” You muttered unconsciously, not really in the mood for small talk, but you were never one to not talk at all.

“Huh. I’m more of a spice kinda guy, but here’s a lil raspberry treat for ‘er,” He handed you a box from the other side of the cart with a slice of raspberry cake inside, creamy filling oozing out of the middle and mixing with the berry juice leaking down the side. Not bad, not bad at all.

“Thanks, stranger.” You grinned, your eyes trailing to a large hand that was centimeters from grazing yours with big rings on each finger. He was crouching over but even with his god awful posture, he towered over you by inches. His dreads hung low in a lose ponytail, draping over his broad shoulders.

Finally, your gaze met his. Eyes magenta and predatory, looking at you like you were the singular most interesting thing he’s ever laid eyes on.

“Jabber, Jabber Wonger. Whas’ your name, lil lady?” He asked, leaning against the food vendor where the owner was awkwardly watching the exchange.

You set the cake down, bringing a sum of cash from your pocket and sliding it over to the woman to count. “(Y/N).” You cut it short, not wanting to give some dude the name you and your sister shared. This was something you always tried to do, especially now.

Grabbing your cake, you turned to walk off when his voice called out to you.

“Ay, (Y/N),” you stopped, turning around to where he stood still feet away from the cart, his hands shoved in his pockets. He stood slightly more straight now, in a way that almost unnerved you. “You smoke?”

And see, a responsible person would have said no. Would have,, perchance, booked it the fuck out of there. But a smoke sounded real fucking good right about now, and it was still the crisp hours of the morning so you had time before your sister woke up. A morning bake sesh with spooky dread head man? What could go wrong?

So you ended up siting on a roof of some pancake shop, dangling your feet off of the jagged metal. He had a joint on hand, not surprisingly, and lit it with the ease of a guy who has been doing this for his whole life.

“Someone’s eager,” He laughed, handing the joint over to you. To him, your eyes were damn near sparkling as you put it to your lips. Chuckling, you inhaled, enjoying the burn as it crawled down your throat.

“Thanks, it’s been a while,” you wheezed out, trying to hold in a cough. Passing back the joint, you succumbed to the fizzling in your throat that begged for relief, coughing into your arm.

“It’s chill,” Jabber took the joint to his mouth, taking a big hit, and blew it out like a pro. “Anytime you want to light up, I’m here. But I do a lil’ traveling too, I guess.”

You lifted a brow at this, leaning back on your hands as you finally recovering from the coughing fit you’d been in. “You got a job?”

He laughed, passing the thing back to you. “Nah, nothing like that. Not yet, at least. I’m jus’ trying to find somethin’ exciting to do, y’know?”

Nodding, you agreed with him and the two of you got into a rhythm, you’d pass the joint to him and you’d talk, and then he’d pass it back to you so he could talk. Y’all sat like this for the next hour and a half, watching the sun rise over the city.

Realizing the time, you cursed, grabbing the boxed cake and holding it to your hip. “This was nice ‘nd all, but I gotta get back now,” Standing up, you grabbed onto the underside of the roof so you’d be able to get down. Looking back one last time, you flashed Jabber a smile and a peace sign, your face being eliminated by the morning light. “Catch ya later, Jabs. Don’t die, kay?”

The dread headed man watched as you skillfully swung yourself down the building to the ground, dodging venders and people who were just coming out to start work. He grinned, putting the roach of your shared blunt in his pocket for safe keeping. He wondered when he’d see you again.

The walk back to the hospital took a solid thirty minutes, but luckily you made it back before Mary woke up. Quietly, you made your way into her room, setting the cake on a plate and putting it on her bedside table. As you watched the rise and fall of her chest, a smile graced your lips. For the first time, you were hopeful about getting her help.

Pulling a lighter out of your pocket, you lit 14 candles, sticking them in the slice of cake. As you finished lighting the last candle, you felt your sister shifting beside you, a tired look in her eyes as they made their way to you, then to the cake, then back to you.

“Goodmorning,” she yawned, sitting up and placing her head on your shoulder. “Is this for me?”

Ruffling her hair, you laughed at her. “Duh, you’re the birthday girl, ain’t ya?”

She giggled, nodding coyly.

After a few minutes, some nurses walked in who had been taking care of her for years. They all wore gentle smiles, their intentions pure as they joined you in singing happy birthday.

At the end, you held her hair back as she blew out the candles, a silent wish passing through the ashes that flew off.

The second she opened her eyes again, a loud crash echoed through the room. The door flew open and a long haired, indoor-sunglasses and overalls-wearing, flashy guy stepped in the room. Behind him, a girl in a long, uniform-like dress stood, trying her best to hold the man back.

"August! You can't just barge into a hospital room!" She scolded, but it sounded more like a whispered pleading. August ignored her, frantically waving in your area.

"YOOOO (Y/N)! My gal, how ya been??" He exclaimed, as if he wasn't just here the day before. You returned his wide grin with one of your own, getting up to dap him up.

"What's shaken bacon?"

He laughed at your vocabulary, sauntering over to your sister and patting her on the head. "This the one I brought ya to fix up, think ya' can do me a solid?!" He smiled widely at his sister, who only sighed at his boisterous actions and offered you and your sister quiet apologies.

Mary looked uneasy, not untrusting but not hopeful. She didn't understand what these two siblings could do to help her. Eisha let your sister describe her illness, symptoms, and what she desires most. As she talked, Eisha took mental notes, nodding along.

"Hm, I see," She sighed, "Well the truth is, I can't help chronic illness go away."

The room stilled, minus August who was busy doing who knows what with the medical equipment in the corner. Your sister seemed unsurprised, but slightly let down.

"However," Eisha continued, which piqued your interest. "I can make some of your pain go away, and any sudden uptick in symptoms decreased so at the very least, you'll be able to live a bit outside of a hospital bed." She explained, but Mary seemed weary still.

"What's the catch..? And how?" She asked politely, not wanting to get her hopes up. During their conversation, you sat by her, holding her close. She melted into your side, needing your support.

"I have a gift that I can guarantee will help you more than medication here would, but I would need you to stay in my care. As for your sister,"

August, suddenly feeling the need to jump into the conversation, interrupted, "AND (Y/N) IS GONNA COME WORK WITH US AS PAYMENT!"

a/n: REAL she's so underrated </3 thanks for the request! <333

Eishia Stilza Dating Headcanons!

She is definitely super shy, especially at first. But I do believe that after a good while of spending time together she becomes a lot more comfortable around you, she still speaks quietly most of the time but it's definitely more confident and a tad bit slower than usual

No matter how much she'd like you, she'd never make the first move! She wouldn't be able to bring herself too. But the problem is... what if you don't either? It's pretty simple: August will blurt it out. Accidentally or not, he'd tell you sooner or later. Preferably when Eisha isn't there, because he wouldn't do that to her. She'd probably never forgive him if she found out

So either way when you (hopefully) ask her out, she's over the moon! She'd be fine with doing anything, as long as it'd be with you

Her ideal date is definitely visiting a cafe with loooots of sweet treats and drinks. I can imagine her having a sweet tooth

Her love language would be acts of service and gift giving! She often lacks words or the courage to initiate touch, so she shows you her love by for example: Giving you small gifts, like flowers, chocolates, or something small like a bracelet, it'd definitely never be to flashy, she prefers her gifts simple but romantic. Or when you had a stressful week, you'd often come back to all of your clothes folded neatly and put away in your drawer, or your desk organised and sometimes fresh bed sheets (you couldn't even remember the last time you changed them).

Of course she still likes physical touch, she's just too nervous to give the head start. The most she could do, especially in public, would be hooking her pinky around yours and sitting really close to you. When you're alone, she could lay with you for hours on end however. She enjoys your arms around her and your warmth. She loves holding your hand, and prefers being hugged. But when you get hurt badly, or when you've been having a bad week, she hugs you instead. And she doesn't let go all night.

Her favorite places to kiss you are: your cheeks, your nose (sometimes because she gets nervous and misses your mouth it happens on accident) and your mouth.

Her favorite places to be kissed by you are: her hands (she always gets so blushy when you do that, but she loves it so much), her forehead and her mouth. Of course she enjoys your affection in general, but if she had to pick, she'd definitely pick those.

She treats all of her patients well, but you're the ultra vip. One time you got hurt really badly and she didn't leave your side for three whole days. When you woke up, you were met with her beyond relieved face, but huge eyebags. She was so worried about you!

Obviously she gets really tired sometimes, she has so much weight to bear, as she's the only giver with healer abilities (poor her), but during times like those all she needs is you. Really, she just wants to lay her head against your shoulder and take a breath, hear you tell her that everything will be fine and then she'll be okay again.

I feel like she would get jealous easily, but not in the upset, mad or obsessive way? More like an insecure way, where she worried you'll find someone better than her. But she never voices those thoughts out loud and it's really hard to tell, because I think she can hide her stress in big situations pretty well, despite being shy and all. Also she would never get upset at you or the person, just worried.

That said, she'd never accuse you of anything. She hates arguing and wouldn't argue with you about anything. She prefers talking about it normally, never yelling. So arguing with her is basically impossible, if you ever try it's just onesided anger. Sure she'd get sad, but she wouldn't yell back at you. She'd probably leave or cry maybe both