#[ooc: this is not happening but. It is funny]

[sleepyangelkami]

INDISPOSED d.winchester

𝜗𝜚 WORD COUNT - 2.1K

DEAN WINCHESTER X FEM!READER

𝜗𝜚 SUMMARY - you always seem to feel more than upset when you're sick. luckily for you, dean's always by your side when you fall ill, no matter the time.

𝜗𝜚 WARNINGS - sick!reader, illness symptoms, flu, dizziness, aches, reader's a little emotional, eating?, crying, mention of reader's lonely past, non-sexual nudity, kinda crybaby!reader, (1) use of y/n, slightly ooc dean, petnames, intended lower case, nothing i write is ever proofread 🩷

there's seemingly a tell tale sign of when you're feeling extra poorly, and that's the feeling of water beginning to pool in your waterline.

you couldn't help the dramatics that would take over your body, much less when you find dean sitting in your bedroom, assuring you that it was alright that he'd come home early from his hunt. "you shouldn't have to leave sam alone 'cause of me." you were a sniffling mess at your desk, for two reasons, one being that you were upset and the second being that your nose was so stuffed you could hardly breathe.

"sammy's fine to figure out the rest of this one, baby." dean was sitting on your bed, girly covers and throw pillows surrounding him. "and i don't have to do anything, i'm choosing to be here." dean's voice was all low and soft, the voice he used when you were upset which was seemingly more often than you'd thought.

you heard him shuffle across the room to where you sat on a brown, tattered chair.

he crouched down so he was eye level with you. "come on, sweetheart, you know you're just upset 'cause you feel all sick." his hand was gently tracing your thigh, soothing you from your sniffles. "think you just need to lay down, yeah?"

you mumbled something that he didn't quite catch with a nod.

he waited momentarily but you hadn't made any decision to move. "y/n." your eyes snapped up to meet his. "come lay down."

"okay." was your sheepish response.

dean didn't often call you by your name, he cast it away with all the lovely nicknames he'd picked out for you personally. nobody was baby but his car, until he'd met you. it came so easily, that soft way of loving.

when dean had you finally beneath the blankets, he pressed a kiss to your forehead, half-comforting and half-trying to gauge your temperature.

"where are you going?" your hand reached out for his lower arm.

dean turned down to look at you, a smile softly reaching his lips. "just getting your medication, baby, i'll be back, don't worry." and this time, the kiss pressed against your forehead was purely because he felt like it.

dean was well aware of your inability to take care of yourself. now, he was in no way calling you a nuisance, he just wished you cared for yourself as much as he did. with that being said, he did always love being able to care for you, it was a way that was so different than having to take care of sam his whole life. perhaps it was because this, he wasn't obliged to do, it wasn't expected of him.

he loved taking care of you but if anything were to happen to him... he'd like to know you could take care of yourself, too.

when dean returned to the bedroom, you were passed out asleep against the sheets. the man couldn't help but stop in his tracks.

you were a chatty person, awfully bubbly at times. and dean loved that about you, listening to you babble on about something and when he didn't catch a word he'd ask you to repeat what you said, it was always funny watching as the gears turned in your head, trying to remember.

sometimes you swore you talked so much that you tuned yourself out.

dean didn't though, he listened to every word that spilled from your lips.

but you were chatty with everyone you were close to. god forbid you ever went on a road trip with he and sam.

but with him you could be quiet at times, you still got shy and nervous around him which always made him coo, there was something sweet at the fact you could be so different behind closed doors, so yourself.

and seeing you like this, your lips drew into a pout and pink staining your ill cheeks, well it was rather nice, he thought.

he hated to be so evil as he was to wake you.

"sweetheart." the mere whisper of the name as his hands came down to soothe your arms was enough to have your eyelids peeling open. "sweetheart, c'mon, you gotta take your medicine."

a half-whine fell from your lips as he sat you up against the bed, sitting too so that you could lean yourself against him. dean was suddenly aware of how much hotter your body had gotten. he hadn't been gone long, just a trip to the kitchen to get you a glass of water and the medication he needed, though it'd taken him a while to find it. he had a bad habit of leaving things in strange places and forgetting about it.

he handed you off the capsules and then the glass of water.

"how're you feeling, honey?" the back of his palm pressed against your right cheek then slightly down your top, to your chest. he was like a concerned mother. "you're really hot."

"thanks." you quipped, leaning your hot forehead against his arm and sipping the water he'd given you.

he rolled his eyes at your remark, obviously taking your sickness more seriously than you were. "'m serious, you can't have blankets."

"dean!"

"no."

"dean, 'm cold." you nuzzled yourself further into dean's warm body, a dark grey hoodie coated his form along with black sweatpants, not his usual attire.

"you're not cold." he took your face between his two hands. "you're sick." pressing a kiss against the tip of your nose. you fought the words 'sap' to come from the back of your scratchy throat. "you can have the blankets but i have to take this off, then." you felt him gently pull at the shirt you'd stolen from him, clad on your body.

"deal." you mumbled, feeling a wave of dizziness hit you.

to make matters worse, you shook your head, thinking it would rid of the dizziness.

"hey, don't do that." he steadied your head before taking the glass out from your hands and placing it on the bedside dresser.

you felt his hands on your shirt, slowly pulling it from your frame. you helped by putting your arms in he air, allowing him to pull it off your body and toss it somewhere on the ground.

"want the tv on?" you nodded your head silently as the man rose from his place on the bed, reaching the tv stand where he picked up the remote and switched it on.

aimlessly, you uttered, "my legs hurt." while sliding back under the pretty covers.

he was busy fidgeting with the buttons on the remote. he never did know how to work your tv properly. "'s just cause your sick, it'll go away, baby."

you huffed at his response, laying your head on the pillows while you pulled the blanket close to you. you were cold but it was that sickly cold where you couldn't tell if it was really a chill or perhaps you were so warm that you felt cold, which didn't make a whole pile of sense.

when dean finally climbed back into the bed, your body practically collapsed on top of him.

he laid with an arm behind his neck and the other trailing shapes across your bare back, you lay with your head on his chest, listening to the low tv along with the thumping of his heart.

"are you okay?" you mumbled, voice slick with tiredness. the sickness was weird like that, hitting you suddenly, leaving just as immediately.

dean could have cooed at you. even while you were wrapped up in blankets, sick as a small hospital, you managed to ask him if he was okay.

It was another reason why he liked taking care of you. you took care of each other. "i'm okay."

another hushed mumble. "promise?"

"i promise." he answered honestly, fingers against your skin, moving up and down your back. "get some sleep, 'kay?"

a yawn passed your lips. "okay."

they said sleep was the best medicine, that it cured everything that was curable. well, you weren't sure anyone had said it to you but you just knew that it was said.

you had to beg to differ.

by dinnertime, your temperature was running hot.

earlier was the kind of sick that you could stomach, this was the kind of sick that had you flushed against the headboard of your bed, hands running down your face as you felt your head pound against the back of your eyes.

you could hear dean walk back into the room and you felt guilt soar through your veins.

you knew you were being... difficult to say the least. but you couldn't help it, hot tears gathering at your waterline all over again.

the mattress dipped as dean nudged your arm and you looked up at him with glossy eyes before looking down at the sandwich sitting on a plate in his hands.

"know you said you're not hungry but can you try eat some f'me? 's jam." his tone was all soft and his voice was all quiet. by now, he'd turned off the tv and closed the curtains, noticing how the light had been affecting your eyes. the only light on now was the little lamp sitting on your bedside table so you could actually see your surroundings.

you nodded hesitantly and took the sandwich from him.

dean noticed things about you like nobody else. he very early on found out that you loved jam sandwiches, you loved raspberry jam but you had an awful distaste for strawberry jam so from there on, he never bought strawberry jam on the offhand occurence that you may accidentally use it without looking at the label and get your jam sandwich ruined.

you were halfway through said sandwich when you placed it back on the plate, begging to tear up.

dean immediately took notice of it, taking the plate from you. "wh's wrong, baby? too much?"

you shook your head, sniffling. even the act of shaking your head had you clutching it soon after.

dean tutted, moving your hand away so he could soothe your forehead with a kiss and a gentle movement of his thumb. "poor girl." you heard him mutter under his breath, his brows strewn together in sympathy.

looking up at him, you had those glassy eyes that made his stomach feel almost as nauseous as yours. he didn't have to ask what was troubling you for you answered, anyway, to the silent question behind his eyes. "you're so nice to me."

his heart shattered a little.

it was no supirse that you didn't grow up with much comfort surrounding you and that only got worse as you began to get older. some days, you didn't think you'd ever get the comfort that your body ached for. and then dean winchester walked in, and his one and only goal was to take care of you, was to care for you, was to love you.

so you couldn't help tearing up a little from time to time when you think about the strawberry jam he gave up just for you.

"oh, baby. you're my sweet girl." he pulled you closer to him, putting your forehead against his chest so you could lean your weight on him. "'course 'm nice to you."

he helped you sit on his lap, fully discarding the place wherever his hands could push it to.

then his hands found your body, roaming it with this gentleness yet assertion. you'd put his shirt back on a while ago and discarded the blankets, which he was thankful for. he needed to break your temperature.

you weren't due medication for another two hours and you'd taken all the painkillers you could.

right now, all he could offer was himself.

and that was enough for you.

your arms tightened around his shoulders as you sniffled, tears breaking down your cheeks with a defeated sigh. "hate bein' sick." you uttered, sadness evident in your voice.

"i know, angel, i know." he gently rocked you in his lap, not enough to make your head dizzy but enough to bring you back to the moment, to remind you he was there.

and you stayed like that for seemingly a long time, melting into one another's embrace as if it were the most entertaining thing in the world.

you pressed your flush cheek against the hoodie covering his bare shoulder. the tears eventually dried up and all that was left was your frustrated sighs and mumbles.

"'s okay, sweetheart." he pressed a final kiss to your flushed face. "it'll pass."

and he was by your side as soon as it did.

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[etclouie]

i just came across your account and seen your celebration event, would i be able to get prompt 10 and 13 with lorenzo berkshire from the fluff section of the 150 prompts please?

i’d love to see your take on writing the slytherin boys :))

˚୨୧⋆｡ prompt/s; 10) "did you just kiss me?" 13) "i didn't mean to say that but yeah, i love you" — from 150 prompts

˚୨୧⋆｡ warnings; friends to lovers kinda, hidden feelings on both parts, possible ooc enzo (i haven’t wrote sbr in months), pretty sure that's it

˚୨୧⋆｡ a/n; lmao idk if i've mentioned at all but i used to have an sbr tiktok, so i have wrote for the slytherins before🫣

— celebrate 600 with me?

you and Lorenzo were just friends— best friends. you were best friends, and everyone knew it. 

both of you were always together, practically joined at the hip, and always being questioned when you weren’t together. 

it was always expected of you to be with each other. 

so when you both snuck off to a quieter spot of the common room during the party, no one batted an eye. 

you were sat on one of the desks while Lorenzo stood by your side, holding both of your drinks while you babbled on about something .

he simply listened and watched you, a content grin across his face as he watched you go on about your point. 

“hey, are you even listening?”

you asked softly, reaching for one of the red cups cup in his hand and taking a sip out of it as he continued watching you. 

little did you know, he was in his thoughtsghts. his mind a flurry of his feelings for you, something he wawasn’t sure he wanted to tell watchedyou about— or that you secretly reciprocated the same feelings. 

neither of you aware of course. 

“always listening”

he replied, a fond and almost unfamiliar look in his eyes. tilting your head in silent questioning at his look, the thump of music surrounding you both. 

you could hear Mattheo and Theo in the background somewhere, barely able to make out their words but their  voices familiar. 

shaking your head at their presence throughout the room before turning your attention back to Enzo, taking another sip of your drink while talking against the rim of your cup. 

“you’re looking at me funny”

you told, setting the cup down on the table next to you and poking a finger at his chest. 

an all too familiar look of faux innocence plastering itself across his face, before being replaced with a smirk. 

he shook his head before setting down his own drink, glancing over his shoulder to make sure none of his friends were nearby before he pressed his lips to yours. 

his kiss was quick, neither of you able to register what was truly happening until he was pulling away— leaving your mouth agape and a lump in your throat, whispering out against his lips. 

“did you just kiss me?”

your words made him chuckle against your lips, his head nodding before he kissed you again. something you’d dreamed of for months finally happening. 

soothing your hands across his chest and wrapping your arms around his neck, crossing your wrists behind his head as he broke the kiss. 

“well yeah, unless you want to call it something else?”

shaking your head in response and leaning in closer to him, earning a chuckle before he kissed you again— deeper this time, more passionate. 

he nipped at your bottom lip to part them, slipping his tongue into your mouth and letting it slide against your own. 

you both got lost in the kiss, only caring about each other in this moment. 

a whine pulling itself from your chest as he broke the kiss, his forehead resting against yours and his breath fanning across your lips as he mumbled out something barely legible. 

the words sounded something akin to an ‘i love you’, but it couldn’t be. it didn’t make sense for those to be his words. 

pulling back more to try and meet his gaze, running a hand across his chest while his hands lay on the edge of the desk on either side of your legs. 

“did you just?”

keeping your voice soft, not wanting to scare him off— it was rare that he showed his emotions like this. 

watching him swallow down the lump in his throat as heat rose to his cheeks, cradling his jaw in one of your hands and soothing your thumb across his cheeks. 

"i didn't mean to say that but yeah, i love you"

he murmured out quickly, his eyes soft as they met yours. a lopsided smile on his lips before you shook your head, leaning in to kiss him again. 

the suddenness of your kiss had him stumbling back slightly, breaking the kiss and pulling yourself off of the desk. 

taking his hand into yours and leading him upstairs towards your dorm, glancing over your shoulder at him with a smile before mumbling out to him. 

“we need to talk aboutut this— my dorm, iit’s quieter and more private”

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[screams-of-the-damned84]

au where jekyll agrees to run off with and be frankenstein’s new little experiment in exchange for her not telling anyone about his secret. shenanigans ensue.

woah closeups

[enderwoah]

watching martyn's lore stream yesterday was so funny bc grian is literally never beating the Watcher allegations. martyn said that he was DMing him to betray scott and get a move on because it was all taking too long. after it was all over he DMed martyn saying that that was the best decision to make there. if you watch from scott's pov, you can hear him say "finallyy" after impulse dies and martyn is going on his little rant. like he doesn't ever do it on purpose but it's actually so funny this is why he was chosen to be a watcher isn't it My God

[ask-the-rag-dolly]

[askchilchuck]

Mr. Tims!!! It's an honor! (curtsy) I've heard a lot about you from other half-foots and they said you could help me out. I'm only part half-foot, my father is a dwarf, and it's been only a good few months after I moved out of my dad's house -- but finding entry level work for myself has been really rough... I don't have the strength to go work in the mines, but I also have really clumsy hands so lockpicking isn't an option for me. Really, the only thing I take interest in is magic, but... well I can't say I haven't tried a million times to get good at it, but the mana sickness is seriously bad every time. (fidget fidget) Y'know, I once got knocked out cold for 5 hours straight, and my parents were furious! Told me I couldn't use magic until I learned how to stop pushing myself too hard, haha... Anyways, I was hoping for some advice on what to do? I'm lucky I had enough money to afford a rental, but I'm worried what might happen if I don't pick up a job soon. I don't have a very wide skillset, but I can hold a mace and sew - not without accidentally poking myself though - so I guess that's somethin'... (their voice drops to a mumble) I just wish those changeling mushrooms I got actually worked... I already know how to use magic, I just need... wish I had a better... ugh (cough) Sorry if this is an inconvenience by the way, I can try contacting someone else if you'd like!

You know I heard that, right? Look, Changelings aren’t worth it. The effects are uncontrollable and impermanent. Not to mention they only work in dungeons and not on the surface. I don’t know much about magic other than Dwarfs and Half Foots have a very low tolerance for it, which is not a good combo for you. Unless you can find a way to mitigate mana sickness reliably, I’d shoot for something that isn’t going to hurt you in the long run.

I know surface work isn’t glamorous, but there’s a lot of honest work that needs to be done up there, that I’m sure you’d be very good at. Maybe consider something up top, and study in your free time? Even if you can’t cast anything, you can still learn.

[halffootguildofficial]

How's Dandan doing

"Oh, I haven't seen poor old Dandan since he passed several years ago..."

"Stop telling people I'm dead, Tims."

"Sometimes I can still hear his voice..."

"Tims."

"Y'know, in my dreams, he has all his paperwork done on time, and he doesn't show up to work late, and he especially doesn't spill half of the on tap cider when he pours himself a drink after hours..."

"Oh come on! It was one time!"

[venstm]

I’ve been feeling some kinda way so now that I’m home and ready to write lemme just say.

no one really prepares you for how grieving a friendship or relationship feels and whilst I know how easy it is to fall into hurt and anger I’m just slowly realizing that as hard as making that decision for yourself is it’s not a bad thing and eventually you will be able to look back on the things that happened before everything took those turns and go there were good times and like reminisce in a way that isn’t inherently painful.

[mikakuna]

bruce: i can excuse myself being an abuser, but i draw the line at someone else being an abuser.

jason: you can excuse yourself being an abuser???

[generic-sonic-fan]

Fics I'll never write:

Shadow and Omega get into a fight one day and Shadow ends the fight with "why are you so angry and unreasonable all the time, huh? Everyone says I needed a therapist, why don't YOU go see a therapist?" To which Omega laughs, of course, until Shadow says "I bet you wouldn't even last one second in a therapist's office."

So of course, E-123 "can't say no to any sort of challenge from the ultimate lifeform" Omega parks himself in the office of the specially-licensed GUN therapist the next morning.

And then the rest of the fic is from the baffled perspective of this poor therapist trying to figure out robot psychology. Both she and Omega are in agreement at first that therapy probably won't work on him since he's just a robot and that it'd be better for him to see a programmer-

-until the therapist starts to see some behaviors that look an awful lot like abandonment issues. And she has to convince both Omega himself and everyone else in her department that she's onto something and that talk therapy might actually increase his efficiency on the battlefield.

[ask-opsys]

*marshall gives you a wave* hello…..uh…welcome! I hope your time on here is p…pleasant…..*there is a box of snickerdoodles right outside his door*

@marshallporter-cogs-inc

I'll- I'll just chalk this up to an outside force beyond my comprehension.

[rmbunnie]

One of the funniest things about DC comics to me is the way that Jason Todd just won't stop fucking playing dress up. Every two issues he's in some bullshit disguise or somebody else's clothes and it's INSANE. Robin costume Nightwing costume a secret third costume he made up to wear for one issue and then pretended wasn't him, it just doesn't stop! and NOBODY ELSE in the verse is doing this for the sake of it like it's ONLY HIM! what's his problem.

[symbologic]

Luffy vs. Zoro at Whiskey Peak

Unpopular opinion maybe, but the Luffy vs. Zoro clash in Whiskey Peak made sense for their characters. You could even argue that it was bound to happen, given their personalities.

Luffy likes the people who feed him. In the the face of their suffering, no matter who's responsible, he's too angry to concern himself with the reasons behind it. Zoro, on the other hand, prefers to handle things independently without saying much about it, especially if it means his crew gets to enjoy themselves a little longer

So it's not really surprising that Luffy would be blindsided by finding their hosts cut up by his swordsman, and that this would send him flying into a fit of rage. If he's never paused to listen to context or backstories before now, why would he start here? And of course, Zoro is not the type to back down from a challenge. He will match Luffy's energy and respond in kind

"But if Luffy were a good captain, he would have stopped to listen to Zoro's side of the story." Vivi tells him he's a bad captain two arcs later, precisely because of this kind of behavior. It clearly leaves an impression on Luffy, and we see he's grown into a better leader by the time he reaches Amazon Lily. (Almost as if Oda set all this development up on purpose with Whiskey Peak. HMM...)

"But Luffy refused to believe that Nami had killed Usopp in Arlong Park." This argument is like comparing apples to oranges. Nami did not actually do the murder that Johnny and Yosaku claim they saw, nor is she capable of killing people in cold blood. Of course Luffy isn't going to believe Nami killed Usopp based on hearsay. But in Whiskey Peak, Zoro did cut those bounty hunters. Luffy sees the evidence for himself, and he knows the carnage Zoro is capable of inflicting once he puts his mind to it. There is no denying what happened. Nothing other than Zoro saying "someone else did this" (or Nami knocking the soul out of him) was going to stop Luffy from going ballistic

"Why would Luffy fight so hard to recruit Zoro into his crew, firmly believing that he wasn't a bad person, only to later attack him because he believed Zoro was capable of harming 'innocent' people?" Because the fight was never about whether their hosts were "innocent" or not, not really. Their fight was about what Zoro did (assaulting the ones who fed them), and how those actions made Luffy feel (mad as hell, because these people FED THEM) For Luffy, context did not actually matter at that moment in time because, for him, "they fed me" unequivocally means "they're my friend", full stop This is even shown again in Mocktown! Both when Luffy unquestioningly eats an apple from Doc Q, and when Bellamy buys Luffy a drink in Mocktown. In the first case, Luffy only lived because he was lucky. And in the second case, he assumes Bellamy is a good person despite all evidence to the contrary, only to have his face brutally smashed into the bartop by Bellamy. Luffy is shockingly bad at reading people who try to feed him.

Luffy has interpersonal conflicts with all the core members from East Blue at different times. The fight with Zoro is the only one instigated by Luffy. But surprisingly, their fight highlights their similarities instead of their differences. They still fight equally and work together against BW agents who try to interfere with their fight.

I think that's what Oda wanted to showcase with this scene.

In short, Luffy's initial anger stemmed from his protectiveness towards those who have fed him, while Zoro's actions were driven by his dedication to the crew and subsequent refusal to back down from Luffy's challenge. It was a clash resulting from miscommunication and misunderstanding, something that is not typically a problem for them — until it suddenly becomes one When all is said and done, they're both quick to forgive and forget. This, too, is fitting for both their characters. From that point onward, Zoro continues to demonstrate that Luffy's trust is not misplaced. And Luffy never, ever doubts Zoro again after this

[sarastuss]

personally i need to write more about sarastus accidentally peering into your muses past with the power of the echo.

[home1ander]

i sometimes wonder what it was like for vought when homelander was a baby. like, did they have to laser proof everything? what did they do when it came to his flight ability? it's just a funny image to me imagining one the doctors having to duck and being nervous around him when he wasn't in their arms. I mean like, did they constantly have to distract him as a way to disarm baby HL? like what did they do when he threw tantrums that children are known for doing.

[eorzeashan]

greatly amuses myself by picturing Eight permanently becoming a wandering cheese merchant/sellsword who still remains loosely involved in the greater Intelligence networks after all the KOTXX business is said and done. he's content to live out life as a freelancer who puts his ear to the ground for going-ons, but he's accepted that the world of espionage he came from will never return.

occasionally he comes to visit Theron and Lana (who are happy to see him) as an informant but by now he's grown a sense of humor and whenever they ask for info he smirks and says they have to buy a wedge of cheese from him first. cheese, then information. sometimes it even comes with some homemade bread that contains slicer spikes loaded with stolen files baked inside if one asks nicely for something to spread the cheese with.