#I AM HAPPY TOO ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just the Two of Us: Feverish

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Steve Rogers

Summary: Steve stops by unexpectedly.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your phone shakes beside you on the futon. You grumble and roll over, the motion making your head pound even worse. You snort back phlegm and check the screen as you go to mute the call. It’s Steve. You hesitate long enough for the call to time out. 

Before you can put the phone down, it rings again. You cough, it’s like razors in your throat, and you swallow tightly. You drag your thumb over the screen. 

“Hi,” you force out hoarsely. 

“Hey, you missed my call,” he greets. 

“Sorry, I was...” you stifle a cough and take as deep breath as you can. “Steve...” 

“What’s going on?” You hear the suspicion is his voice. 

“Noth--nothing,” your chest aches horribly with each breath. 

“You sound horrible. Not to be mean, but yikes,” he says. “You at home.” 

“Mm,” you hum crisply. You don’t have the energy to do much more. 

“Starry?” He says gravely, “are you sure you’re okay?” 

“Yeah, I--” you hack uncontrollably before you can start the sentence. Your ribs rattle and your head throbs. You clutch your phone tight and whimper as each cough shreds your throat. “I’m laying down.” 

“I’m on my way,” he says. 

“What, no--” again, you can’t argue as your body quakes in the storm of coughs. You push away the blankets as sweat slakes on your skin. You’re hot and cold at the same time. “Steve.” 

“Just relax, won’t take me long,” he insists. “See you soon.” 

The line clicks. He’s gone. Great. You told him not to worry when he left the day before. It’s not his problem. 

You stay on your side, staring at your phone screen. You close your eyes as your skull pulses and shiver despite the heat radiating over your skin. Everything is hazy and distorted. You just need to sweat it out, let it pass, you’ll be okay. 

The buzzer roars through the apartment. You groan and plant one hand, pushing yourself up halfway before you fall back. You can’t even get up. It buzzes again and you lay helpless as you are. Maybe he’ll get the hint and go away. 

There’s a hammering on the door. How did he get up there? You try again to get yourself off the futon. No use. You hear a grinding and click and the door opens. 

“Steve,” you gasp as you lift your head, “what--” 

You choke on the coughs as they fill your chest with lead. He hurries towards you. He tucks something into his pocket as he lowers himself onto the edge of the mattress. 

“I told you, you were getting sick,” he says. 

“No,” you babble dumbly. 

He sighs and touches your head, “Jeez, you’re burning up,” he turns his hand and puts his knuckles lightly against your cheek. Your eyes widen and you stare up at him. He’s gentle but the reminder of another set of knuckles flashes in your mind. “You got a fever.” 

He shifts and bends over you. He puts his ear to your chest as you let out ragged breaths. He tuts and sits up. He shakes his hand as he stands and looks around. 

“You have pneumonia. I can hear it,” he says. 

“No, how could you...” your voice peters out into nothing. He’s probably right and you’re too weak to question him. 

“I’ll... I’ll get you to my place.” 

“Steve...” you rasp. 

“You can’t stay here. Not with the heat off half the day,” he searches around the single room. “I’ll just grab some of your things.” 

You surrender to the moment. You can’t stop him and you know enough about him to know he won’t stop. You close your eyes and hug yourself as another tide of coldness flows through you. Your teeth chatter and you reach to pull the blanket to your shoulders. 

He comes back in and you listen to his footsteps. You can barely tell if he’s close or not. Your ears feel cloudy. It isn’t until his arms slip beneath you that you realise he’s right there. He lifts you easily off the couch and your head swims as you open your eyes. 

“Steve,” you croak. 

“Don’t argue,” he says as he heads for the door. “You know I can’t leave you here.” 

You whine and lean into his warmth. Your body feels tiny against him. You shrink further as another bought of hacking takes over. You swallow more phlegm and wheeze, “I know.” 

⭐

Steve lays you on something plush. The journey has been bumpy, at times, indiscernible. You feel yourself getting worse. You also feel how helpless you are to stop it. He props you up against some pillows and keeps the blankets folded back at your waist. 

“You gotta sweat out that fever but you can’t overheat yourself,” he says. “And you need to stay sitting up. You don’t want your lungs filling up.” 

“Huh? How do you... know?” You sniffle. 

“I used to get pneumonia every other week,” he scoffs. “Trust me.” He moves around the room. “I’ll bring some tissue. You don’t wanna keep swallowing that mess, you gotta get it out.” 

“Steve...” 

“I got a friend, he can prescribe you antibiotics,” he explains. “Didn’t have those until the thirties.” 

“Oh,” you garble senseless as your eye threaten to roll back. You’re just so tired. 

“Remember, stay sitting up,” he points at you then marches from the room. 

You wait and he returns with a glass of water and box of tissues. He puts the latter on the night table and sits to offer you the former. You don’t move. He puts the cold brim to your lips. 

“You have to stay hydrated, alright?” 

You gulp down the water, it’s soothing but chilling. You drain half of it, choking it down, before he finally relents. He sets the glass down and your head slumps forward. He gently cradles your chin and leans you back on the pillows. 

Your eyes skim the room dozily. It’s nice. Bright. The walls are a soft shade of blue and the bed is large and cushy. The blankets are warm and rich. It’s all so much nicer than your place. 

“You should rest,” he says. “I’ll stick around and keep an eye on you,” he slowly stands. “Can’t be too careful. We don’t know how bad it is. The antibiotics will help.” 

You don’t reply. You can’t. You’re content to do absolutely nothing. 

He goes to the desk and pulls out the leather chair. He sits and stares at you, an elbow on the wood surface beside him. You close your eyes and exhale, setting off another scatter of agonizing coughs. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you,” he says. “I won’t let you go, Starry.” 

His voice fades away. Everything is on fire; your ears, your scalp, your insides. You feel yourself burning up as the flames boil in your head, searing through the world around. 

[jam3sacaster]

Hey sweetheart, could you do a fic of Rupert x plus sized! fem reader? 🤍🫶🏻

where Rupert fell out with Declan and comes to you for comfort❤️

Of course my dahhhling, I’d be happy too🥰🫶🏽 Thank you for stopping by! 🤭🩷 I didn’t want to mention body type too much, just as much as I do with any of my other fics, but there’s some subtle soft mentions that would melt my heart 🫶🏽🥰

“You drive me wild.”

(Rivals) Rupert Campbell-Black x Reader

Suggestion by this lovely reader 🥰 / Rupert always turns to you first for comfort..

18+ FANFIC / Soft Rupert 🥹. Short Work. Reader character aged at 21. Requests will be back open soon! 🩷

“Good girl, Prudence.” You spoke adoringly to your Jack Russell Terrier, curled up together under a mountain of colourful woollen blankets. You ran a hand over her coarse tri-colour fur and exhaled in tranquility. The tiny box television in the corner played tonight’s episode of Coronation Street, and your fireplace snapped quietly in the corner. You reached down to your coffee table to take a swig out of your mug of hot, sweet tea. As the evening drew to a close, the indigo sunset painted intricate patterns of clouds in the sky.

“Fuck off, bastard.” An enraged voice bellowed from the front door, accompanied by a swift bang. Prudence howled at the sudden noise, and only settled after a few soft hushes. Ploughing into the living room and collapsing on top of you, Rupert sighed angrily and rested his head in your lap. Overjoyed that her favourite person had returned, Prudence rested her sleepy head on Rupert’s shoulder. “Bad day?” You ask, twiddling with his jet black locks between your fingers.

“That fucking bastard Declan. I am absolutely at the end of my tether with him.” Rupert spits, but his shoulders relax under your touch. He reaches his hand up to place his outstretched palm on the soft pouch of his belly — his favourite way to relax. “Well, just try to relax. You’re here now. Just… free it from your mind.” You state calmly, taking a loud inhale and exhale to force him into peaceful breathing.

“Down, Pru.” You snap your fingers gently, and your tiny companion bolts from her position on the sofa and curls into a ball beside the fireplace. Rupert flips himself over to lay on his tummy, and squeezes one of your thighs with both his hands, subsequently resting his head down. “Hmm, angel. You drive me wild.” He sighs, breathing in your scent. It was no surprise that Rupert was wholeheartedly infatuated with your body — your rounded, soft stomach, your thighs that provided him with the perfect place to grip and the soft curves of your hips. In this position, he could stay for eternity.

[joannaromanoff]

LONG LIVE THAT LOOK ON YOUR FACE 🤗🥰

[adzy-drawz]

this is a day late and super rushed but i just had to make something for the 1 year anniversary of the pilot being out or i would've exploded, i love the hell out of this show and i am sososo excited to see more from it :3

thank you gooseworx and glitch for bringing me my favorite show of all time! keep up the awesome work!

uncolored and unblurred version under the cut cuz i like that one too

[chlorophyll-tints]

captain and his first mate 🏴‍☠️

[javierduffy]

but when they're out on that river bank alone, what javier should be loyal to doesn't feel as confusing anymore

[kkoct-ik]

i dont remember why i drew this

[akkivee]

ghost ichiro who is very interested in his brand of world domination with kuukou and ghost kuukou who is confused by the affection and as any kuukou does when uncertain, they withdraw LOL

[abbeyofcyn]

hi i just wanted you to know that your art style reminds me of what a soft hug feels like and it makes me really happy 💙

Awwww! I am really bad at finding the words to show my appreciation, but know I do

[titsthedamnseason]

okay my darlings, you know what time it is…..SURPRISE SONG GAME TIME!!! except this time it’s extra super duper special because this post is actually queued because today is MY SHOW 🤭🫶 aka it’s atlanta n3 therefore i am BEGGING you to manifest the absolute best of your best picks and leave them in the tags or replies for me to see later and then give you an internet smooch if you win 💗 HAPPY GUESSING

i’m going to guess my absolute dream combo of hey stephen and dorothea

[sainz100]

Franco Colapinto | 2024 Italian GP at Monza | x (edited)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Just One Reason: Charity Case

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Lloyd Hansen

masterlist - to be added

Summary: A chance encounter at the sandwich shop doesn’t end how you expect.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

You stand in the changing room, staring at the mirror, at yourself. Peppermint cloys on your tongue as you consider the dainty blue sweater. It isn’t your pick. Few of the clothing are. You can barely differentiate between the weaves and colours. 

“Well?” Lloyd calls from the other side of the thin barrier between you. 

You rarely used dressing rooms. You shop at the thrift shop, find whatever looks like it will fit, and go. Not that you even do that often. You’ve been wearing the same wardrobe of used pieces for years.  

You shift and touch the little frill along the collar. It frames your neckline prettily but it’s just too much. A nice strong cableknit with sleeves you can tuck your hands into and some corduroys are much more practical. 

“Come on, toots, I’m dying. You find anything you like?” He urges. 

You face the door and slide back the lock. You step out. The walls are lined with mirrors. Behind him, behind you, beside you, everywhere. You pinch the frilly hem as you bite your lip. 

“I don’t know...” you drawl. 

“Wowza, that’s cute,” he smiles from the bench. His hands are full as he holds both your lattes over his lap. “I like the colour. Be nice with a skirt.” 

“Skirt?” You mutter, “I don’t really...” 

“I grabbed a few, why don’t you try one on?” He prompts. 

You hesitate then shrug. You turn back and see yourself reflect on the door. You only notice then that the light weave clings to the outline of your bra. You quickly hide inside and shuffle through the many hangers.  

You don’t realise how short the skirt is until you get it on. The lace lining sticks out the bottom and four little bows decorate the cream material. It’s sophisticated in a way you aren’t. You sift through and find a top you think matches. 

You steel yourself before you emerge again. Lloyd’s impatience seeps through with a clearing of his throat. You step out and clutch your hands behind you, staring past him. 

“Wow,” he breathes, “that’s nice, tootsie, we’re definitely getting that.” 

“Oh, I don’t know about the white,” you sway, “it’ll get stained.” 

“I can’t believe I’m the one saying it but don’t be so pessimistic,” he chortles. 

“Sure, you’re right,” you agree quietly. “Well, still lots to go through.” 

You shuffle back into the change room, shivering at the rush of air that floods beneath the short hem of the skirt. You continue the tedious task of going through each and every piece. You can’t focus on any of it. You’re indifferent to even the nicest garment, things that you may have coveted in a clearer state of mind. 

Lloyd carries your haul to the counter after handing off the cups. His is empty and yours is cold. You put his in the bin near the desk as he pays. You look down, embarrassed. 

“Lloyd, you don’t--” 

“Sweetie, Merry Christmas,” he interrupts and smirks at the front desk lady. “Careful with that, don’t wrinkle it.” 

He might be nice to you but there’s those moments where he’s so... demanding. You wish he’d be a bit kinder to the people doing things for him. You offer the associate a sheepish smile then hide behind the cup. You taste the cold espresso and hover. 

Lloyd gathers up the bags and leads you back into the crowded mall. You drain half the cup and give up. You subtly toss it as you pass one of the many waste bins. 

“Well, you still need some basics,” he declares and glances at you, nudging you with his elbow, “you know, under-roos.” 

“Oh, uh, yeah...” 

“There’s a Victoria’s Secret right there.” 

“Victoria--” you gulp. “That’s fine, er, no, there’s probably somewhere else.” 

“Hello,” a woman calls as Lloyd struts towards the marquee of the lingerie store. “We’re having a promotion. You can spin the wheel and get a coupon.” 

You cringe and hide behind him. He spins and gets a coupon for thirty percent off. The woman is tall and her dark red hair is perfectly waved. She’s all in black that clings to her figure prettily. 

“Come on, tootsie roll,” Lloyd ushers you inside. The boutique is far too nice for you.  

You keep your arms crossed as Lloyd browses. He is unfazed by the crotchless lace and the sleek satin. You get to a table strewn with cotton thongs and thick-banded boyshorts. 

“You get the pick of the litter,” he declares, “you need a bra? Maybe six?” 

“Lloyd,” you murmur, “I don’t know...” 

“What’s your size?” He peeks at your chest then his brows pop up and he chuckles. “Sorry, just trying to help.” 

“Um, I wear... sport bras, so...” 

“Hmm, let me find...” He turns and strides off before he can finish his thought. 

You frown and look down. You see a nice pair of coral panties but when you turn them over, you find the have a narrow back. You just want your Walmart high-rise. You sniff and step out of the way of some other shoppers. 

“There she is,” Lloyd appears out of the crush, “Toots, this is Lara, she’s going to get you fitted.” 

“Fitted?” You utter. 

“Yeah, she can help measure you for your bra size--” 

“That’s okay--” 

“It’s five minutes,” Lara insists, “in the back.” 

“We want to get you something nice,” Lloyd argues, “don’t we? Get bang for our buck.” 

You don’t have it in you to resists. It’s nice. You’ve never bothered with anything like that. Everything you have just does the job. It doesn’t matter if it really fits, just if you can get it on. And everything you have is gone. You suspect his present is more charity than holiday cheer. 

Embarrassed, you nod and try to force a smile. Lara waves you toward the dressing room and Lloyd turns to peruse the table of panties. You cringe and drag your feet across the store. 

As you’re shut in with Lara, she has you take off your shirt. You’re uncomfortable as she measures you through your sport bra. It’s almost like a medical exam. 

“He’s really nice,” she says. 

“Hm?” You sniff. 

“Your boyfriend. Gonna be a really happy holiday,” she chimes. 

“Oh, he’s not...” you drone but don’t finish. 

“Husband?” She wonders. 

You shrug. You don’t bother explaining. You just want to get out of this place. All these strangers are making you dizzy. 

[inconsistentracoon]

Have to celebrate

Please excuse the self-congratulatory post but my SoRiku fic Kintsugi, i.e. my baby, just hit 20,000 hits and I'm so happy I just can't 😭

I know stats shouldn't matter and all that but I'm so happy and want to be nice to myself and celebrate. Never thought when I started writing this that I was discovering a new passion/addiction, and was turning my experiences with major depressive disorder into something I'm actually really proud of.

Some of you on here have been so amazing and enthusiastic about my writing and I love you @daydreams-in-the-moonlight @inkmoose @ramthepanda @anidrawsfanart @rhymeswithchronic @rammypaige I will have forgotten people/haven't matched up your tumblr's with your AO3's sorry, I love you too.

[sourtrot]

THXX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! flowers and confetti for all of you! 💋🥳

[hopkei]

Let's visit the vocals' dressing room!

[banqanas]

Sota iglive 20241020

Sota mentioned that his throat condition is rough today (he sounded the same in general) so he might or might not leave an archive (PLEASE SOTA IM BEGGING)

Halfway when Keito came in after he just finished rehearsals, so the vocals thought it was their turn and left Keito alone to continue the iglive LOL

Keito: are you really leaving? I'm going to end this whenever I like if you do

Keito: hello everyone!

Sota came back while Yusei went and checked if it's their turn to rehearse

And then suddenly Keito gave his hand to Sota who just instinctively held it

(KETOSOTA SHIKA KATAN!!!!!!!!!! KETOSOTA IS LOVE KETOSOTA IS LIFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!)

Sota: WAH! Your hand is so sweaty!!!!

Except it was just Keito sharing his sweat to Sota 😇🙏❤️

Before he left, Keito held out his hand again and Sota still accepted it except he only held a small part of Keito's fingers (lol)

And Keito made sure to firmly shake the clueless Yusei's hands

Yusei: YOUR HAND IS SO SWEATY!!

The twin vocals continued talking about stuffs like how they and NatsuNatsu went out to eat together recently and there are cool outfits in the lounge room they're currently in (but it's not fanta's outfits so they can't show it)

Then Yusei got a call from an unknown person (?!) and stepped out

So Sota started talking about his outfit's theme and he made sure to wear brown shoes to match

Keito comment: you're really chestbut colour today (he made a typo and wrote ぎんとん instead of きんとん)

Keito: Mechagginton!*

*a game where you make the sound effects of random things. YuseSota was playing this at the start of the live. Example here

And soon after Sota said he'll end the live now and before he even got to say goodbye Keito jumped the gun on him and said it first wwww

Keito: BYE BYE!!

Keito: Thank you!

Keito: Love you guys!

Keito: Bery Buch (typo again where he wrote 台拭き daifuki instead of 大好き daisuki)

Thank you Sota for the #FantasticsDailyLives iglive 🙏😇