#I love a malewife

[jinx-xxed]

Sick Days

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A/N; Sick fics are my absolute fav thing ever!! Also idc if they didn’t have showers just let me live in this lie, maybe they’d figure it out with magic or smth idk

Summary; Ban takes care of his overworking, sick partner.

Content; Reader is sick, pretty domestic and fluffy, Ban is very sweet, Ban plays doctor basically

Wc; 1.4k

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It’s late morning when you trudge down the stairs in the Boar Hat tavern, one hand holding the railing to keep yourself balanced. The day outside is gloomy, the normally bright blue sky now covered by dark gray clouds threatening rain. It matches how you’re feeling perfectly.

You’d woken up feeling like shit and as much as you’d wanted to turn over, pull the blanket over your head and ignore the day, you couldn’t. You have a mission to do with the rest of the Sins and you aren’t able to just miss it, even though your head is pounding. Your whole body feels strangely cold despite the fact you’re both a fire wizard and incredibly resistant to frigid temperatures, and all of your senses feel muffled. To top it all off, your nose is stuffy.

You find your place at one of the tables within the main room of the tavern, groaning slightly at the way your body aches any time you move. You don’t know why you were feeling like this and it’s pissing you off. You have a mission to go on, damn it, you weren’t going to let some sudden illness make you stay behind.

You barely register when food is set in front of you but you were still able to mumble a ‘thank you’ to whoever had brought it. You pick at the food and take only one or two bites, the meal putting a little warmth back into your body.

Your name is suddenly shouted loud enough to pierce through the cotton in your brain.

Your head snaps up—making the pounding in your head worse for a brief second—as your captain exclaims your name. It seems you’d been so lost in your muddled mind that you didn’t comprehend him trying to get your attention by saying your name five times. “Yes?”

“Are you feeling alright?” Meliodas asks, concern creasing the features on his face.

“I’m fine.” You say simply. Before you can react, the blond is pressing the back of his hand against your forehead. He shakes his hand when he retracts it like he got burned, a wince on his face.

“Jeez, you’re burning up.” He puts his hands on his hips with a sigh. “Well, I’m taking you out of this mission then. You’ll need to stay here.”

You stand, holding back your groan at the way your head throbs and limbs ache. “What?! I’m fine, I can go on the mission. I can’t just- I can’t stay here doing nothing.” You insist.

He looks at you with a raised brow. “I’m not letting you go on a mission like this one when you’re obviously sick, that would just be irresponsible. It’s best that you stay in the tavern and rest, alright?”

Everyone currently in the Boar Hat knows that wouldn’t happen though. Even if you’re sick, you would continue to work on whatever you could. No matter how you felt, you’d keep working. You see illness as an obstacle that you simply had to walk around and ignore, despite how bad it may be. However, if you did keep working, you would only get sicker.

Meliodas was clearly a little conflicted. He wanted his teammate to rest but he wasn’t sure if anyone else could stay behind-

“I’ll stay with her.”

Ban comes to stand beside you, putting an arm around your waist to keep you stable because you’re swaying on your feet. You don’t hesitate to lean against him.

Meliodas begins to protest, “Ban we’ll need you on this mission-“

“I’m sure you’ll be just fine without me. Besides, you want them to get better don’t you?” Ban asks with a dumb smirk on his face, knowing he’s won when the captain narrows his eyes slightly.

Meliodas sighs. “Fine, you two stay here then. Everyone else, let’s get going, we don’t want to be late.”

King and Gowther follow Meliodas out where Diane is waiting. Elizabeth goes to follow as well but she briefly pauses before you and Ban. “Sir Ban, please make sure they get better! All the medical supplies are in the bathroom upstairs.” She tells him.

“I got it, princess, don’t worry.” Ban reassures her. She nods and hurries to catch up to the rest of the group.

He then looks to you who’s leaning heavily against him now, looking half asleep where you were standing. You jolt back to full consciousness when you hear the door shut behind Elizabeth. “Alright you, why don’t you go upstairs and take a hot shower? I’ll get some soup ready.” He tells you gently.

“Mmkay.” You mumble before slowly heading upstairs.

You did as he said and got into the shower, the water scalding hot. It feels nice against your freezing body, the steam rising in the room also helping to clear your stuffy nose. You stay in there for a long while.

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Ban understood the fact that you were probably taking a pretty long shower, as you usually would if you’re sick, but eventually it became so long that it was almost concerning. Surely the hot water would’ve run out by now?

The soup was done so he decided to go and investigate. He heads upstairs and doesn’t hear the shower running and upon further investigation, he finds the bathroom empty. He calls your name, voice echoing down the empty hallway. He doesn’t get any kind of response. Maybe you’d fallen asleep?

He goes to the ladder attached to the attic where your room is. The trapdoor leading into the attic is open so he peeks inside, looking for his sickly comrade. He finds you in the right corner of the room closest to the door where a desk is tucked against the wall. As he pulls himself up fully into the room, he sees the papers scattered on your desk that you were attempting to read over and work on.

“Seriously?” He demands, his annoyance evident in his tone.

You jump at his voice, looking over to him. “What? These papers have to get done-“

“For fuck’s sake, you’re sick.” He goes over and lifts you out of your chair by your underarms. You let out a sound of protest but don’t fight him as he sets you down on the floor. “The damn papers can get done when you’re better. The reason you’re probably sick in the first place is because you overwork yourself, you know.”

“I’m just doing my job.” You insist.

“Well, your job can be put on hold for a little while. Now go downstairs, there’s food waiting.” He orders. You sigh but listen to him, then descending the ladder. He follows shortly after and shuts the door behind him.

You sit at one of the tables and a bowl of the soup he’d made is put in front of you, steam rising from its surface. You take your first bite, the warmth spreading throughout your body. It’s delicious. It has plenty of ingredients that make the soup full of flavor but still make it perfectly nutritious for your sick self.

“Do you like it?” Ban asks as you begin eating more of the soup. He sits next to you at the table, also giving you a glass of water.

You nod, swallowing another bite before speaking. “Yes, it’s really good. As expected of something made by you.”

He smiles at the praise, resting his cheek on his hand. “I’m glad.”

You finish the bowl of soup relatively quickly and then get seconds before you’re satisfied. Now after taking a hot shower and having the warm soup in your stomach, you’re feeling incredibly tired. Ban can tell by the way your head dips a little. He stands with a small smile, “ready to go to bed?”

“Mhm.” You respond.

He lifts you off your seat with ease, holding you bridal style. You nuzzle into his chest, eyes closing as you’re carried upstairs. He brings you into his room; that way it’ll be easier to keep an eye on you and get to you if you need anything.

He lays you gently in his bed, pulling the sheets over you with an extra blanket added on. “Do you want the cold towel for your head?” He asks softly. You nod.

He quickly goes and gets the towel which was lightly dampened and then frozen. It’s folded so it can easily fit against your forehead. A small rumble escapes from your throat in thanks as the cooling sensation brings some relief to your headache.

He’d closed the curtains beforehand and turned off the light so it was a dark as possible in the room. He kisses your cheek and brushes hair off your forehead. “Sleep well.” He murmurs before leaving the room, quietly shutting the door behind him.

You curl up under the covers, perfectly content in their comfort, and let sleep finally take over.

[waitineedaname]

I made a flowchart for Binghe's average decision making process

[vero-niche]

impeccable dynamic

[jaratedeguadalupe]

my first contribution to the fandom in 5 year,,,,,,,,,, how are we looking so far

[twicearoundthebend]

[lenowom]

Typical Lester family breakfast

[kneelb4kesha]

also i'm like. Obsessed with jeff's whole thing. he's so fucking boring. he owns a furniture store. he was homecoming king. he has vanilla fantasies. he married his high school girlfriend's bff whom he slept with on the side. he keeps himself in top physical shape. he's having an affair--except, no, he's actually just in debt and blackmailed the yellowjackets so he could keep shauna living a comfortable life because he loves her, and oh yeah, the stuff he's using for blackmail? it's shauna's firsthand account of all the truly fucked up shit she did in the wilderness. he's known forever. he doesn't care! he loves his wife! she had an affair and murdered the guy, he doesn't care! he'll go to prison for her! he'll burn the evidence! shut the fuck up, jackie's parents! his wife is so smart and cool! he chooses her over the glorified memory of your dead daughter any day! it's shauna appreciation 24/7/365 baby! he literally just wants to provide for and look hot for his wife & make her happy. the really insane thing is he can't. of course he can't. he's just jeff, he's boring, he's not of the wilderness, he's completely irrelevant. he's not jackie. can't wait to see whatever fucked up thing shauna does next and how jeff is like yes ma'am about it

[stardustspaceway]

paulkins, you’ll always make me insane and want to jump off a bridge….

threw a couple of paulkins’s domestic hcs in there for fun too.

[llamagoddessofficial]

So Horror wouldn't steal our name, but who would? I feel like Killer would, and after everything he's stolen you're prepairded for all the games to stop and him to royally fuck you over, only for him to do nothing.

Here's the fae boys, on the subject of name stealing, on a scale of would to wouldn't.

Killer - He'd steal your wallet so he could root through and find your driver's license with your name on it. Do not trust this asshole. You'd expect him to use it to make you his slave or something, but he'd just use it for extremely harmless pranks; making you pay attention to him, making you hug him even though he's covered in soot, etc. He says he'll give it back if you go for dinner with him. It's so hard to tell what's going on in his head at any given time.

Dust - Yeah, he'd take your name. But he'd take good care of it. He wouldn't do anything with it - he wouldn't even tell anyone he knows it. No one except the two of you knows he has so much power over you. What could he possibly want from you...? He asks you to follow him out into the snow. He gently takes your shoulders, leans in, and murmurs something in your ear. Was that... was that his true name...?

Nightmare - Does he consider name stealing below him? Sure. But he's not above taking an opportunity. Leave something so precious out in the open, and he'll be quick to snatch it up. He might be the Winter King but he's always had a weakness for pretty things.

Dream - He'd take your name if the opportunity presented, but purely out of a desire to protect you. If he has it, no one else does, and you'll be safe. He'll give it back alongside a very stern lecture.

Horror - Doesn't need to, doesn't want to. He's busy baking you a pie.

Farmer - Already knows it.

[rakkuntoast]

i'll search for you in every universe

[jinprint]

gotta love how qimir kills both of osha's only other potential love interests, and then asks her, in the sultriest, deepest, sluttiest voice he can manage, why she loves people who "can only go so far; who can't go as deep as [she] can."

like could you be any more desperate and pathetic... he may as well scream look at me instead!! if those losers were options at all then surely im a decent candidate!

not to mention that he force heals osha, lets her wield his saber, feeds her, doesn't even FLINCH at her trying to kill him. and those thumb caresses? yeah he wants her to love him so bad.

[nexiscool]

Hes a one sassy little alien

[pshenyasstuff]

Headcanons for relationships with Billy Kid

This is my purely subjective opinion, you may disagree with me. I don't have enough content on this guy (i obsessed with him), so I decided to make it myself.

He's definitely the type of guy who is always ready to support his girlfriend like some kind of cheerleader like "THIS IS MY GIRLFRIEND!! TEAR THEM ALL UP, BEAUTY!"

Expect a lot of talk about his favorite show, he will show you absolutely every poster and figurine, tell you how he acquired it and the like

And of course he will call himself your Starlight Knight

His gifts are often like this.. random. You never expect what he can give. One time it's some kind of cute trinket, and the next time it's a weapon 😨 (of course so that his beloved can stand up for herself)

But he doesn't really mind if you're a pacifist or just don't want to hurt someone. He is always happy to protect you, while of course showing off in all sorts of ways. "Babe, are you watching? I did a great job on them, didn't I??"

He's as clingy as possible, I'm serious. He loves hugging so much that hugging at every meeting with him will be something ordinary for you. It's just one of his ways of expressing sympathy

I'm 100% sure he's styling his hair. Or they are always like that. In any case, they are as soft as possible.

I'm not sure if he feels the touch. Let's assume that he feels it quite a bit

Despite this, he always tries to count the power to touch you

Oh yes, he definitely likes to carry his beloved on his arms, back and shoulders. He especially likes to walk around the city like this or run away from enemies with you, because he is an cyborg, much faster than your human legs, just let him treat you like his lady :D

The poor guy is sometimes so upset because he doesn't have lips. I mean, how can he then give his beloved more love?? In any case, he finds a way out of the situation and just rests his faceplate on the place where he wants to kiss you. Too cute

He definitely giggles stupidly when you initiate all this romantic stuff. Did you kiss him yourself? I swear, he lifts one leg like a girl and can't stop giggling in love

His nicknames are so sweet to you, sometimes banal, but it's cute. (Lady, sweetheart, princess, love of my life, beloved)

Each of your mornings together will begin with his speech. He will absolutely always wake up earlier, if he is sleeping at all, of course. Let's say it goes into sleep mode for a set time. "Yo, yo, yo, wake up, sleepyhead!"

Cooking? No, and again no, bro does not know how to cook, he buys you ready-made food, because he does not need it himself

He always likes to make you laugh, he is infinitely glad to see you happy :)

He definitely likes the idea of paired things. Even the bracelet you gave him will always be worn (until he loses it)

You rarely quarrel, I think, but if it happens, he always apologizes first

Don't give him a plant or a pet, they'll just die 😭

He likes to sing for you, even if it's not quite perfect and the ears of others wither from his singing

He will immediately ask to exchange numbers or social networks. What for? To send you his photos and silly messages if you are not around, of course. He definitely uses a lot of emojis

He likes to arrange a movie night with you. Of course, you'll be watching mostly his favorite show. He watches it so often that at one point he will just say lines along with the characters

He likes to lie on your lap at such moments or just hold hands, because it's romantic in his understanding

Thanks for reading <3

[lil-deach]

Sorry y’all but I don’t trust anyone who calls medic a ‘Malewife’, that is so out of character it hurts, HEAVY is the malewife and I won’t fucking take criticism. When have you ever seen medic act ANYTHING like a male wife? I KNOW it’s because of the fucking size difference you mischaracterizing bastards

[kalichi09]

he is such a malewife

[bea004]

Canon V.S Headcanon

HARVEY in the mines

Headcanon:

He will do anything to protect you and keep you safe.

Canon:

Would not step a foot in the mines.

If he does, He will probably pass out before you do.

(Finally, I figure out how to draw this man in my style without making it too complicated)

Hope u enjoy <3