Fluff Deimos x Reader

Naked Mental Death [MIND]

I'm awake... Wait, why is Deimos in here?? "Deimos..?" "Oh, hi! Good morning, y/n!" "Good morning, Deimos." I roll off of my bed, falling on the floor. I'd stand up and go through my backpack, putting on already dirty clothes. "Deimos, why do you have a sketchbook..?" I'd change in front of him as I tried to get him to tell me why he has a sketchbook. "Why are you staring at me and then the- OUCH-" Fuck, I ran into the door. Ow... "Oh my- y/n are you okay??" "NO-" All I could see was Deimos walking over to me and putting his hand over my face. "HANK CAN YOU COME IN HERE?!" "DEIMOS, WHAT IN THE FUCK DO YOU NEED AT THIS VERY MOMENT?" "Y/N JUST RAN INTO THE DOOR TO THEIR ROOM CAN YOU PLEASE GET SOME MEDS???" "YEAH SURE!!" I get pulled away from the door and onto my bed as Hank almost breaks my door down trying to get to me. "Here Deimos, the meds.. I won't help y/n because I'm not talkative with them." "Deimoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooos... help me.." I'm assuming Hank left because I heard the door open and close, and Deimos begins wrapping my head with bandages and giving me medicine to take. "Y/n, you need to be more careful.. I care about you and I most definitely do not what you to get hurt on my watch.." I feel something pull my head up gently and kiss me. It was.. Deimos. "Oh, by the way, y/n I was in here so I could draw you... but I drew you naked." "Wh.... what-" "Shhh you need to try and not move your face too much." "Deimos, you drew me naked, what you you expect me to do?" "I don't know but your face got really fucked up so you shouldn't move your face very much." "Fine.." Welp, today was kind of crappy but it's alright. At  least I have Deimos by me.

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this is the longest part I've made so far I'm sorry T~T I HOPE YOU LIKED IT THOUGH!