Ruv x Reader ONE SHOTS/REQUESTS

"Highly Injured"

-Fluff
-Character getting hurt
-Character getting high
-Cussing
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“Ruv, can you buy this at the grocery store? We’re kind of running out of supplies”

Sarv kindly asked the russian as he munched on the lunch that Sarv made— humming and nodding in agreement then swallowing the food he was chewing on. Usually, it was you who do these kinds of stuff but you have been feeling sick for the past few days and Sarv has a lot of work in her hands right now.

Ruv placed the empty plate into the sink and excused himself to go to the bedroom to which Sarv let him.

He changed his clothes into a more ‘normal/casual’ ones to blend in, putting on a face mask and cap to hide his identity; a hoodie would have been nice too but that would seem to suspicious in his own opinion. He made sure that most of his hair is neatly tucked into the cap and then put on the final touch; sunglasses.

On his way back to the kitchen to fetch the money from Sarv, he peeked into yours and checked over your sleeping figure with a wet towel placed on your forehead to cool off the feverish warmth your body gives— entering your room without making a sound to not wake you up, he gently took off the towel and flipped it to it’s cooler side, placing it back onto your forehead. He exits your room but not before giving you a quick glance only to see you staring at him.

“Oh- did I wake you up?”– He asked you while pulling down the facemask so you can hear his voice a little better.

“You look like a celebrity trying to hide from the paparazzi”– You said jokingly as you chuckle at how ridiculous Ruv looks in your eyes right now. “You look quite out-of-character”

“Well yes I am a celebrity, except this celebrity is a wanted criminal and the paparazzi are the police”– His blunt tone made the sentence sound more funnier than it should be; causing your chuckle to turn into a full-on laughter.

On normal situations, Ruv would be very annoyed but he’ll let this one slide as his gaze softens, you’ve been sick and has been feeling so down for like a week or so. Seeing you laugh made him quite relieved and the weight on his shoulders has slightly lifted as you cackle with joy.

Your laughter died down immediately and is replaced by coughing— continuous coughs that was assisted with phlegm made Ruv snap out of it.

“Hey, careful… when I come back, make sure that you’re still alive”— He pulled his facemask back up.

You replied once your coughs had stopped, “Psh! Of course I will! I’m strong”— Filled with confidence, you flexed your arms to show him your biceps— even if it’s small (or big)

He hummed and closed the door on his way out.

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*Beep*

The sound of the scanner can be heard as Ruv waited for the cashier to finish checking and computing  the value of each grocery.

‘Canned tuna… Tomato sauce… Some chips… and cereal for me’

He read the list over and over again, making sure that he didn’t miss anything— he crumbled and threw away the piece of paper. Seeing that the cashier has finished with the grocery, he took out his wallet. He took a quick glance at another worker who packaged the groceries in boxes. He theorized that maybe Sarv asked him to buy the groceries not only because you’re sick but probably also because this’ll be heavy. VERY heavy.