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ditzydoe444 · 2 months ago

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panty stealing jason part 2 ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

perv jason! x puppy!reader

smutty

a/n: i love all of the perv jason requests i’ve gotten so please send more!! also the brief hint of part 3 at the end??

part 1

it’s been a week since jason helped you settle in, and the majority of your furniture was built thanks to him. “thanks for everything jay,” you beamed as you baked his favourite cookies, for some extra reason he loved dipping them into a sweet drink. not that you could blame him of course, you loved to indulge in as many sweet treats as you could. but obviously, you were unaware of his true intentions. he loved the way your tits shook when you shook the syrup, and how he would imagine the bottle of whipping cream was his cock instead, you eagerly pumping it.

“everything all done?” you asked cheerfully as you licked the whipped cream from your finger, jason’s hands tightening around the mug. “kind of, small things need some tweakin’,” it was a lie. everything was all done, but he didn’t want to go yet.

“oh that’s all good,” you shrugged innocently, completely unaware of his true intentions. for some unknown reason, your clothes had gone tighter, your tits spilling out and your ass cheeks exposed in your tiny tiny boy shorts.

you were completely unaware that jason was the one responsible, at first he started with him stealing your clothes, boy shorts, tanks, undies etc. now, to cover up his tracks he would buy you the exact same thing, either in a smaller size of one identical but would shrink in the washer. and god did it shrink.

jason watched as you bent over to grab something on the counter, your cheeks fully exposed. he let out a low cough before coming closer “here, let me help you.” he didn’t miss the ways your eyes beamed innocently, thinking he was just helping you when in reality it was to get closer.

he placed one of his large hands on your hips, going lower as he bent further, his broad chest against your back as his grip pinned you down on the counter. “this the one?” he asked lowly, his large hand drifting down to your ass cheek, grazing it ever so softly, mentally remembering the feeling of the soft flesh in his hands.

“yeah,” you smiled cheerily, your teeth sinking in slightly to your bottom lip, the sight was enough to make him come. “thanks jay,” he didn’t miss the way your ass pressed against his clothed dick, and god did he want to feel it again.

jason was now currently ‘fixing’ one of your shelves, you were perched on top of your bed watching him intently like a little puppy, your eyes way too big for your head. he couldn’t help but take advantage of the moment, accidentally dropping one of his tools and making it roll under your vanity. “sorry about that, mind if you grab it for me?”

you, completely unaware bent down to grab the tool leaving your whole ass on display for him. your boy shorts were so tight and thin he could see the outline of your pussy, his kind wondered to the most lewd thoughts, how tight you would be and how well you would take his cock. jason mumbled a groan, his pants tightening as you arched for the tool.

then his eyes caught on, he had stolen several panties over the course of the past few days, reducing your collection little by little. he swore he saw a small damp patch on your shorts just by your cunt. “here jay,” your voice broke him from his trance.

“ahem, hey, could you grab my toolbox down by your closet?” he needed to see if he saw it correctly. when you complied with no questions bending over again allowing jason to see the damp spot clearly near your cunt he almost came at the sight.

“actually could you help me by holding the shelf? i need to kneel down to screw a few things.” god damn lie, you just wanted to be face to face with her cunt.

the moment you positioned yourself holding the shelf securely, jason kneeling to ‘screw’ a few loose ends together allowing him to be at the right level of your cunt if he tilted his head back to look up. he was so damn close he could see the damp spot outlining your pussy, and the scent of it. whilst he was acting like the biggest pervert, you held onto the shelf tightly, ditzy as you are, you were determined to do what he said. jason used the excuse of helping you ‘reposition’ because you weren’t doing it correctly. his calloused hands grabbing your thighs tightly as he squeezed the soft flesh, gently caressing it.

“anything else jay?” you asked sweetly as you batted your lashes, god he would do anything to see his cock stuffed in your mouth whilst you blinked your tears away. “no, that’s all.”

you smiled, a wide toothy grin, “i’m gonna go shower then, you ok with that?” god of course he would be ok, knowing the fact that a door was the only thing separating your bare body from his was enough to drive him insane. “of course.”

jason didn’t hesitate asking to go your bathroom after you, at this point, the man had no shame and didn’t care if he got caught. he eyed the pile of clothes discarded on the floor, the tank and boy shorts you wore on top. not caring anymore he grabbed your shorts before putting them in his toolbox, he knew what he was going to do tonight.

the moment he locked himself in his bedroom, he pulled out your shorts from the box, putting it to his nose, smelling the slight scent of your arousal from before. it smelt so good he started jerking off, one hand pumping his cock whilst the other held your shorts to his nose.

he wondered if this would be familiar to you riding his face, wondered how desperate you would be. would you soak his face and ride him like a desperate whore? god only a man could dream.

the moment he came, his thick hot cum squirting on his hands his gaze drifted to another thing he stole from you that he placed on his bedside table.

a magazine. one about sex toys.

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itstheghostofmypast · 1 month ago

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Boiling Point

College AU Choi Jongho x (F)Reader

Summary: Crawling back to you, ever thought of calling when you've had a few? Cause he always did- enough for him to fall sick.

Genre: Hurt + Comfort

Word Count: 1.8K

Est. Read Time: 9 min

Warnings: Language

Rating: PG-13

Type: One-shot

Networks: @k-labels

Banner: @cafekitsune

Song Rec: Do I Wanna Know- Artic Monkeys

A/N: I can not explain how much I hate this man for battling with the other Choi I'm obsessed with- my laptop isn't even working and I typed this like a raccoon since morning till noon. Yes, I prefer the original song more.

“He's sick.”

Mentally, yes, Choi Jongho was sick, at least according to you. Though to your knowledge, his current physical well-being was not at its finest. The golden boy who was never sick, never later and never wrong - though he did prove to be an idiot. Those two words were all it took for you to pull your hand out of your ‘date's’, looking up at him as he smiled at you with a knowing look, nodding at the direction of your object of infatuation and frustration.

You rang the doorbell, before looking into the paper bag, you had brought various things; ibuprofen, cough syrup, tissues, chocooates- honestly you didn't know what kind of bug he had but you knew why he was sick. You were about to ring the doorbell again, but the door opened, catching you off guard, a cuter version of Rudolf in front of you, sniffling as he looked away, mumbling, “What do you want?”

“My god, you are sick,” you sighed, moving in without his invitation, squeezing past him and the door, giving him a small smile, trying to ignore his bloodshot eyes and quivering lip.

With a heavy groan he slammed the door shut, not in the mood to deal with you right now, yet here he was walking into the open kitchen as he slouched against the counter, the creak of his barstool catching your attention as you dumped the contents of the premade soup in the water only for him to sigh, “You need to let it reach its boiling point first.”

“Sometimes it's better to handle things without reaching a definite reaction point.” You mumbled, stirring the pot with a wooden spoon, watching the contents slowly dissolve, too afraid to look at him. Honestly, you thought he had moved on. Why else would he have not reacted when you told him about your date. He had always been very expressive and vocal about things he didn't like, never bottling up his feelings of disapproval. Initially, you had found him very rude, even complaining to Hongjoong about how his ‘friend’, was actually a rude a-hole who'd take advantage of the group because he was the youngest. A bit far-fetched for sure, but who could blame you? Nobody likes overhearing someone complain about them.

“I'm telling you, hyung, she's only friends with you because she wants a good grade.”

“Jongho, we've been friends since school, trust me, if anything, I became friends with her to pass 4th grade math.”

Unknown to either of them, you had walked into the room when they were having this conversation. Mind you, the library is no place for gossip. What Choi Jongho did not expect, but Kim Hongjoong did expect, was for you to confront them.

“If you don't like me, just say it. I won't waste my efforts trying to befriend you.”

Jongho had been too stunned to speak. Confrontation was not his strong suit, especially when it involved someone he wasn't particularly close to, and yes, once you had stormed out, he had felt horrible. He had asked Hongjoong for advice who had told him to let you be, “It'll pass. She'll cool down eventually.”

Only you didn't. Instead, you had decided to ignore him, and for some reason, that bothered him tremendously. You had ignored him during a group presentation, only talking to him if no one was around to convey your message, only smiling at him during the presentation and once that was done you walked away like he didn't exist. You had turned down a few invites because of him, and if somehow Hongjoong had convinced you to come, you'd stick around someone other than him, particularly Yunho. It was weird actually, Yunho just always had something to say to you, and for some reason, you always ended up giggling or smiling at him, for more unforseen yet illogical reason, everytime his eyes would land on your smiling face he wished that it were him who you were laughing with.

So from that day onwards he had slowly started to warm up to you, starting off with approaching you after class, looking at you when you looked right through him, only to frown when he didn't move out of your way, instead he mumbled an apology, cringing when you scoffed, “What was that? I didn't hear you?” Oh, you had heard him alright, but you weren't going to let him off easy just because most of his friends babied him -

“I said I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed such things about you, especially when I didn't know you well enough.”

That's all it took, though. You were confrontational, but you were also an uncannily forgiving person. A decent apology and your brain would reboot, something Jongho had realised when you had brought cookies to a study session in the library, making sure to give him one with a smile- a smile that had him gulping down his heart that had been climbing up his throat to run to its new owner. He was glad you were like this, though. He'd cringe at the thought of what he had said about you every time he'd think about it and hear you were, pretending it had never happened. One thing was for sure now, Jongho didn't want to say anything to upset you because deep down, he had realised he was smitten.

“Didn't you have a date?” He sighed, pressing his forehead against the cool counter top, everything hurt. His head, his joints, his back, his shoulders, his heart-

“Sit up straight, Choi Jongho.” You huffed, placing the bowl of warm soup in front of the crouching boy, “And it wasn't a date, can't a guy and girl just be friends?”

With a groan, he sat up, rubbing his neck like an old man, damn, that's what he gets for making fun of his hyung. He frowned and looked at her before glancing down at the soup, mumbling as usual, “Not if that guy is Yunho.”

You paid no mind to his grumbling. He was a bit under the weather. You knew that, and if your suspicions were right, you knew why he was sick. You weren't going to bring it up though, you were following Yunho’s advice, and at this point, you weren't sure if it had backfired or- you clicked your tongue at the mess in his room God, sometimes you wanted to best him up - he'd been spending too much time with Hongjoong.

You picked up the blanket and tossed it back on the bed before going to the window and opening it, letting fresh air into the room. A bit of cross ventilation didn't hurt anyone.

Jongho sniffled as he stared at his empty bowl, he could hear your muffled complaining, talking about how much of a mess he had made- it was ironic how she didn't realise the mess she has made of him, moping around, drowning in self pity at the thought of her slipping through his fingers. He heaved off the stool, trying to keep his balance as he dragged his feet to his bedroom, where he saw you fluffing the pillows. Could you fluff his heart like that, too?

You looked up at him and frowned, about to say something, he looked worse than before, “Jjong, how about we go to the doctor-YOU PSYCHO!”

Your shriek caused his head to ache, but it didn't matter. His heart was already in more pain. He was rolling on the bed, kicking the blanket to roll into it like a burrito before grabbing a pillow and grumbling, “I wanna sleep.”

Shaking your head in disbelief you slapped his shoulder, hard enough for him to glare up at you, pushing the blanket aside to say something only for you to cut him off, “Can you stop being so stubborn and say it already!?”

“Say what!?” He spat back only for his breath to hitch when he saw the way you deflated, your shoulders slumping as she sat on your knees on the mattress, twirling your thumbs before staring at the blanket between the two of you, “Nothing.”

You were about to leave when he gripped your wrist, causing you to turn and glance at him mumbling, “Jongho…you're burning up, let's-”

“Please don't go…” he mumbled before pulling you closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck, ignoring how you squeaked, though he noticed how you sighed against him, and wrapped an arm around his shoulders, fingers tangling in his tuft of soft unruly hair.

“You wanna talk about it?” You sighed, closing your eyes when he pulled you closer, shaking his head.

“Why, Jjong?”

“Don't…wanna upset you.” He sighed, trying not to think of the image of you frowning of him, the thought of you avoiding him because of his selfishness.

“I won't be…Jongho…Nothing’s ever stopped you before from speaking your mind-”

“I don't wanna be selfish, okay? I'd…rather we be friends than nothing at all.” You ducked down to look at him, only for him to avert his gaze, moving so he was closer to you, snuggled in your embrace.

“I don’t think I'd let just a friend press himself against me like that, you dumbo.”

Your words caused his grip to tighten, a day chuckle leaving his body, when he felt you move a bit, enough for your head to lay on the pillow, staring at the wall, gently scratching his scalp, as he whispered against your skin, “I kinda want to be more…”

“Me too, Jjong…”

You got to no reaction from him, smiling when you noticed how he had dozed off, his body relaxing against yours, completely vulnerable to your touch- oh Choi Jongho, what an idiot, a man who was actually sick because of love- he was love sick. Maybe, if he hadn't let it simmer for so long, it wouldn't have boiled out. Who knew he was afraid of Yunho wooing you, when clearly, he had been trying to convince you that Jongho was a great guy, who actually liked you- he was only unable to “comprehend” how much he had liked you.

You smiled to yourself before kissing the top of his head, mumbling a, “Get well soon, you silly goose.” Before drifting off to a comfortable sleep.

Though that didn't last long, because you were rudely shook out of your blissful sleep, cracking open and eye to glare at the pink faced man with a his hair pointing at every direction, as if it were electrocuted by your love-

“You were serious, right?”

You scoffed at his question before turning to your side, pulling the blanket closer, ignoring the moron who was hovering over you, only for him to peck your cheek and jump off the bed, leaving you stunned as you whipped around like a mad woman- the balls this man had-

“Welp, guess I feel better already, tell you what, I'm gonna go shower and change and then we can go out and eat something.”

You raised your brows at the man in front of you, his hands on hips as he smirked at you, causing you to sigh and close your eyes, “Thought you were sick.”

“Turns out all I needed was a nice warm hug!” He yelled, walking out of the room, adding something that had her sit up all embarrassed and flushed, “AND THOSE SOFT PILLOWS REALLY GAVE ME AN ENERGY BOOST!”

God, he was an idiot…but…he was her idiot.

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lale-txt · 7 months ago

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𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ❦ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟓: 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥

♫ My Ugly Clementine - I’m Boring

Why do I even want you? Why do I care? You make me think about you You make me stupid as fuck And I'm not even in love

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✽ 𝐧𝐨 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝…

Akaashi and y/n arrived back in Tokyo around the same time and had ramen together afterwards to debrief their trips

y/n mentioned Osamu's name 79 times but it's not like Akaashi is keeping count

Yukie earned her nickname 'The Finisher' in high school and it also describes her driving style really well

like a true friend Makki hasn't stopped laughing for the rest of the day and would still burst out into random laughter whenever he saw y/n again

Sakusa diagnosed with third degree yearns

the Miyas didn't grow up with pets (their single mom had her hands full with the two of them already) but especially Osamu was always fond of them

as in every really close friendship y/n will sometimes forget what her friends' jobs are. this includes the ones playing pro league volleyball and the one working for a funeral company

Osamu's staff overheard the conversation about the engagement and maybe he hasn't fully cleared everything up just yet (he blames it on dinner rush)

the Tokyo group and the Osaka will finally meet soon! surely nothing chaotic and messy will happen! (lie)

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supernovafics · 1 year ago

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Hi! I recently found your "I'll be there for you" universe and I love it.

I was wondering if you'd want to do a sick fic where reader gets a sudden fever/body aches/chills/so on and tries to shrug it off as no big deal even though it absolutely is and Steve, the ultimate caretaker he is, forgets all about his plans for the evening to stay in and take care of them. Thank you, have a great week!

𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔

"i'll be there for you" universe masterlist

pairing: bestfriend!roommate!steve harrington x fem!reader

word count: 4.7k words

warnings: explicit language, descriptions of sickness/being sick, brief mentions of parental neglect, mentions of weed, overall very soft and wholesome and cozy<3

summary: in which you and steve are sick on christmas

author's note: thank u for the request !! when i started this series one of the first ideas i had was something where reader and steve are sick during the holidays so this request fit with that perfectly<33 i couldn't really figure out how to end this so it kinda just ends lmao

general note: everything in this universe/series can be read as standalone oneshots but to understand the full “lore” it would prob be best to read the other stuff too<333

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Winter 1985

“This is your fault,” You told Steve as you sniffled.

“I know, I know,” He responded— he had been hearing your grumbling from the moment you woke up, so he was pretty much used to it by now. He walked over to where you were sitting on the couch and held out a capful of cough syrup for you to grab. “Here. Take this.”

“Thank you,” You mumbled as you drank the medicine and then immediately went to grab your glass of water sitting on the coffee table because of how strong and bitter the cherry flavoring was. “Ugh.”

You now fully regretted that moment a few nights ago where you and Steve sat out on the fire escape and smoked weed in the freezing weather; an idea that had fully been Steve’s. It was fun in the moment, even though you could barely remember most of the conversation the two of you had, but a hint of a cold started building from the second you woke up that next morning and now it was at its worst. You currently had a stuffy nose and a horrible cough that gave you the shittiest headache. And after hours of laying in your bed and falling in and out of sleep, you finally decided to go out into the living room and complain to your best friend about how much you blamed him for your current sickness.

“Can you pass me the blanket, please?” You asked, pointing to the one that was laying on the back of one of the dining table chairs; it was barely five feet away but you didn’t have it in you to move out of the comfortable position you found yourself in on the couch.

“You become such a baby when you’re sick,” Steve told you with a roll of his eyes that you knew wasn’t serious as he handed you the knitted throw blanket, which you immediately wrapped around yourself after putting your water back down.

“Oh, whatever. I swear you’re always worse than me,” You said with your own eye roll; if he was closer to you, you would’ve given his arm a light smack. Your gaze moved upward, taking note of the time on the clock that hung on the wall above the television; it was a small round red clock that Steve had thrifted a few months ago. “Anyway, when are you heading to the Wheeler’s Christmas Eve party? Make sure you have fun for the both of us, and bring me back some of those gingerbread cookies that Karen makes.”

Steve sat next to you on the couch. “I’m not gonna go to the party.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in both surprise and confusion when you heard him say that because he loved going to that holiday party just as much as you did. All of the kids would be there as well as Robin and Eddie, and always at some point during the night, you all would end up migrating downstairs to the basement away from the real adults. The kids and Eddie would start playing D&D as you, Robin, and Steve sat on the sidelines watching the madness unfold. And then eventually the three of you would simply start playing random card games with Nancy and Jonathan.

“I won’t be mad if you go. Jokingly, yes— I’ll probably pretend to be mad at you for going for the next few days. But, I’m not actually,” You told him and then sniffled again because you couldn’t help it.

“No, it’s okay,” He said as he leaned back on the couch. “I don��t wanna go without you.”

“You sure?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Okay, well, in that case,” You scooted closer to him on the couch and leaned your head on his shoulder. It was a position that never failed to comfort you, and you especially needed that in this moment where your body was telling you that you needed to sleep and the cough syrup you just took was making it easier to do so. “Thank you.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You weren’t entirely sure how or when you ended up in your bed, but you were happy about it. It was now dark outside and the digital clock sitting on your nightstand told you that the time was only nine o’clock.

You turned on your side and saw Steve next to you— head against one of your pillows, eyes shut, and lips slightly parted. It was a nice surprise seeing him asleep next to you, but you also knew that he probably shouldn’t be.

You reached out and lightly poked his cheek a few times. His eyes slowly opened just for a second before closing again and he let out a soft, “Hm?”

“You’re gonna get sick too if you sleep here,” You told him.

“I wanna stay close just in case you need something.”

You couldn’t help but smile at that. “And you wonder why I act like a baby when I’m sick. It’s because you treat me like one.”

“Well, someone has to.” Steve shrugged through his half-asleep daze and you knew exactly what he meant by his words.

When you were younger, before you met him, you had gotten so used to taking care of yourself because your parents weren’t the type to do much; your dad was always on some sort of business trip and your mom was always busy working at her office. You honestly couldn’t remember the last time either of them gave you medicine or soup or even worried about you at all when you got sick. However, the day your parents met Steve’s on that cruise and it was discovered that you all lived in towns that were only twenty minutes away from one another, things changed— you and Steve started taking care of each other.

In tenth grade when you got the flu, he spent his lunchtime every day that week driving to your house to check on you. And even though he hated school, he’d still go to yours and pick up your assignments from one of your friends, and he’d help you do most of them so you didn’t fall behind too much; most of it was wrong, but it was the thought that counted. And when he got sick last Summer, you spent every night at his house until he felt better. It was slightly funny because those four days led you to getting sick the next week, and it felt like that same thing was about to happen in this instance.

“You saying that just reminded me that I need to call my mom and tell her that I can’t come to the Christmas brunch thing she set up with my Aunt and cousin,” You shifted a bit and pulled the blanket higher over you. “Now, I’m actually glad that I’m sick.”

“I already called and told her while you were sleeping, but she didn’t really believe me, so yeah you should probably call her too,” Steve said, which made you laugh a bit.

“That’s actually not surprising. I’ll call in the morning,” You said and then yawned. “You don’t have to go to your parent’s tomorrow, right?”

“Nope, they’re in California for this business thing my dad has to be at.”

“Nice,” You responded with a small nod. “For some reason, I can’t remember the last time it was just you and me during Christmas.”

“Ninth grade,” Steve said with a small sleepy smile on his face and his eyes opened again. “My parents were out of town, and then yours had to leave too to do something last second. We had the great idea to set up the tent I got in sixth grade and camp out in my backyard.”

“Oh, yeah,” You said, laughing at the memory. “We got way too cold around one in the morning and decided to just sleep in front of the fireplace in the living room.”

“I wish this place had a fireplace.”

“We can sleep in front of the radiator?”

Steve thought about your suggestion for a second before shaking his head. “Not the same.”

“Okay, that’s true,” You said with a quick nod before reaching beneath the blanket and lightly poking his t-shirt covered side. “Hey, do you remember what I got you that year?”

Steve immediately let out a laugh. “Yes, and I actually still have that Mickey Mouse poster.”

You turned away from him then and covered your face with your hands. “Oh, God. No, you don’t. You’re kidding.”

“Yes, I do,” Steve said and you could practically hear the smile in his voice. “It’s rolled up in my closet. I would go grab it, but I’m too tired to move right now.”

You remembered exactly how excited you had been to give him that poster, which was supposed to be a really cool picture of one of his favorite basketball players, and the guy that you bought it from at the flea market even told you that it was signed. But when Steve pulled it out of the plastic and unrolled it in his living room on Christmas, instead of it being anywhere close to a photo of any basketball player, it was a picture of Mickey Mouse on a train.

“I’m still so embarrassed and mad that the sales guy at that flea market tricked me,” You said and sighed. You were still a little upset with yourself that you didn’t make him open up the poster and show it to you before you bought it, but he said that was “against the rules” since it was sealed in the plastic, and that reasoning had somewhat made sense to you. “And it’s not like I could try to return it or yell at him because the flea market was only here for a weekend.”

“Now that you’ve brought it up, I think we should hang the poster up in the living room. Maybe where the dining table is?”

You turned to face Steve again. “I will never allow that to happen.”

“I guess I’ll just have to put it up when you fall asleep,” He said, and you ignored his overdramatic wince when you playfully punched his arm. “Do you remember what I got you for Christmas that year?”

“Of course,” You nodded. You still had that silver bracelet he got you, and you were a thousand percent certain that you would keep it forever, even though now it just sat in your jewelry box because the clasp broke sometime last year. “I still can’t figure out how to fix that damn clasp.”

“I could just get you another one.”

“Not the same,” You told him with a quick shake of your head. “One day I’ll figure out how to fix it.”

“Okay,” He said and then brought up a different time that the two of you decided to try camping in his backyard, which was in the Summer and on a very warm night, but you and him still didn’t fully spend the night outside because there were too many bugs.

You laughed at the memory as Steve talked about it now because it just reminded you that you and him were probably the least “outdoorsy” people ever, but somehow that never stopped either of you from trying to be.

That was how the rest of the night went; reminiscing about more random stuff— memories from various moments of your friendship that always made you smile or laugh or even feel a little bit embarrassed— until both of you fell asleep again. And it wasn’t the biggest surprise when Steve woke up in the morning sniffling.

“I told you this would happen,” You said to him as you walked back to your bed, cough syrup in hand because you knew that he’d be needing it. You were actually feeling the tiniest bit better; still pretty bad but not as horrible as yesterday.

“Merry Christmas to you too,” He grumbled as he rubbed the tiredness out of his eyes and then sneezed.

“Here. Take this,” You said with a small smile, mimicking the same words he had said to you yesterday.

“Our roles changed way too fast,” Steve said before drinking the capful of cough syrup. “I was supposed to be taking care of you, and now you’re the one taking care of me.”

“We’ll take shifts on who gets to be the more helpless one,” You told him amusingly. “Right now it’s your turn. Do you want some water?”

He nodded and you went to the kitchen to grab a bottle and then handed it over to him before you settled back in the bed.

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A handful of hours passed, all of which marked the most boring Christmas you’d probably ever had; but you’d take this silence and sickness over a tense brunch with your mom any day.

You were reading a book and Steve was still asleep next to you, turned on his side and blanket covering his head. A knock on the front door pulled your focus away from the page you were in the middle of reading.

You really didn’t feel like getting out of bed to answer it, but you also didn’t want to wake Steve and make him go do it, so with a sigh, you closed your book and placed it on the nightstand and then walked out of your bedroom. You headed to the couch first to grab the knitted throw blanket and wrap it around your shoulders so that it covered your bare legs, and then you proceeded to answer the door.

Miss Johnson, the sweet older woman that lived a few doors down, stood in front of you with a red and green plaid patterned tin of what you assumed were the Christmas cookies that she told you about the first time you met. When you and Steve moved into the building, she introduced herself on that first day and gave you a welcome basket of muffins that were probably the best muffins that both you and Steve had ever had, and she also mentioned that for the holidays she gave out cookies to people in the building.

She smiled at you for a brief second before a surprised look crossed her face. “Hi– Oh, you look terrible. What happened?”

Somehow the brutal honesty actually felt more sweet and worried than rude; and it warmed your heart and simultaneously hurt it so fucking bad that she was the only older adult in your life that actually seemed to care.

You let out a small cough. “Me and Steve are sick right now. Just a cold.”

“Oh no, that stinks,” She said with a frown, and then held the tin out toward you. “Here take these cookies and I’ll be right back. Let me go make you both some soup.”

You grabbed the tin and smiled at her. “Thank you so much for the cookies, but you don’t have to make us soup.”

In all honesty, you would’ve loved soup at that moment because you and Steve hadn’t eaten all day aside from the two slices of buttered toast that he made around noon, since neither of you could really be bothered to make anything else. But, Miss Johnson had already made the cookies for you two, so you felt bad about her also doing this for you and Steve.

She shook her head at you. “No, no, it’s not a problem at all. I know I already have all of the ingredients, so it’ll just take me fifteen minutes, twenty tops.”

You were about to assure her again that she really didn’t have to do that, but she was already walking away and heading back down the hall before any word could leave your mouth.

There was something about the gesture that felt way too sweet and nice, and it made you wish that you had someone like her in your life when you were younger. And then that thought made you feel so fucking grateful that for the past almost ten years, you had Steve.

You placed the cookie tin on the kitchen counter and then tightened your blanket around you. You could see from the large window that led out to the fire escape that the sun was beginning to set, and as you got closer and peaked below at the street, you saw that some snow still lingered on the ground from when it came down a few days ago; the same night that you and Steve sat out on the fire escape.

The sudden sound of Steve saying, “Please don’t go out there. I don’t wanna repeat this sick cycle,” made you turn around and look at your best friend. He had slipped on a hoodie, which was yours (although back in high school it technically had been his), and his hair was the messiest you’d seen it in a while, and that let you know exactly how bad he was probably feeling right then.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going out there without an actual jacket anytime soon.”

“Okay, good,” He yawned and then smiled when he saw what was on the counter. “Miss Johnson brought the cookies?”

“Yes,” You said, walking back to the kitchen and watching as Steve opened up the tin. There were at least a dozen cookies in it; a mixture of Christmas trees, Santa Clauses, and snowflakes. “She also went to go make us soup since we’re sick.”

“She’s way too nice to us,” Steve said and grabbed one of the Santa Claus cookies.

“I agree,” You told him, deciding to grab a snowflake cookie for yourself. “Meanwhile, we’re horrible people and didn’t even think about getting her something for Christmas. Once we’re better we have to get her something.”

“Yeah. We can get her a nice sweater or cardigan,” Steve said, and you nodded at that suggestion; whenever either of you saw Miss Johnson she was almost always wearing some sort of fun and colorful cardigan so that idea felt right. He took another bite of the cookie in his hand and then looked at you. “Will this ruin our appetite?”

“Considering the fact that we’ve barely had anything to eat today since we’ve felt so shitty, I don’t think that there’s really an appetite to ruin.”

“Very true.”

The two of you migrated to the couch, bringing the cookie tin along with you, and mindlessly watched the Charlie Brown Christmas special that played on television as you ate some more cookies.

When there was another knock on the door twenty minutes later, right as the Charlie Brown episode ended, you looked at Steve and pulled your legs off his lap. “Your turn to get it.”

He nodded and got up, running a quick hand through his hair, which didn’t really do much to tame it, before opening the door.

“Hi, Miss Johnson,” Steve said, and even though he was facing away from you, you could hear the smile in his voice. He received a smile back as she handed him a full tupperware of soup. “Thank you. You really didn’t have to make this for us.”

“It’s really no problem. I hope you two feel better soon,” She responded. “And also here are some tea bags. You guys should be drinking that too.”

You watched as she put a few in Steve’s free hand. Neither you nor him really liked tea, but you weren’t about to tell Miss Johnson that when she was being so damn nice and thoughtful.

“Thank you so much,” You said from the couch and smiled at her. “Also, we’ve already tried some of the cookies and they’re amazing.”

“Just wait until you try the chocolates I make for Valentine’s Day,” She said and you smiled even wider at that.

“Can’t wait.”

She said her final goodbyes and headed back down the hall to her apartment after telling you both that you could knock on her door if you needed anything; more soup, medicine, etc. And that offer, which sounded completely genuine, only further confirmed the fact that you and Steve definitely needed to get her a gift as soon as possible.

Steve pulled two bowls out of one of the cabinets and split the soup, which you then learned was chicken noodle, evenly in both of them and then handed one over to you.

“Thanks,” You said as he also gave you a spoon and then sat down on the couch again.

He took control of the TV remote and you didn’t argue when he stopped on a channel that was playing a James Bond movie. After finishing your soup, you maneuvered around so that you were laying down and your head was in his lap and you fell asleep just like that.

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Another set of hours passed, although you were unaware of exactly how many. You were woken up by the feeling of Steve softly stroking your ear; which he knew would always either annoy you or make you laugh because of how much it tickled— most of the time it was both. This time was no different.

You were laughing as you shooed his hand away. “Stop that.”

“I needed to wake you up.”

You looked up at him and rubbed your eyes. “What time is it?”

“Almost ten.”

You nodded at his answer and then suddenly realized through your half asleep daze why he decided to wake you right then. “Oh, we have to open the presents.”

From that very first Christmas you spent together, it was agreed upon that you would do your gift exchange at night— once you both were done being stuck all day with your parents and other family members that you never saw any other time of the year.

You’d sneak off to his house once those family members were gone and your parents were asleep, or he’d come to yours, and then you’d exchange gifts and almost always end up talking about nothing until the morning.

You sat up. “I’m just now realizing that we could’ve done it earlier today.”

“Yeah, but that would’ve broken the tradition,” Steve said and you agreed with that, there was something about always doing the gift exchange at night that felt like the only way to do it at this point.

You went into your bedroom and grabbed Steve’s present that you had stashed away in your closet. When you left your room, you saw that he was already sitting next to the small Christmas tree that sat lit up in the corner close by the window and he was holding what you rightly assumed was your gift from him.

The tree was so small that it didn’t make sense to put gifts under it, so that was why you kept the one you got for Steve in your room and he had yours in his. The only things that did sit next to the tree and slightly under it were the little presents that you both got for Harold the Hamster.

“Merry Christmas, Stevie,” You said, sitting down next to him and giving him his gift. He let out a laugh when he noticed that the green wrapping paper had pictures of polar bears wearing Santa hats on it— when you had seen it weeks ago at the store, you thought it was adorably funny and knew you had to get it.

He handed over the gift he got you and the sight of his messy wrapping job made you smile. “Merry Christmas.”

The nostalgic sound of wrapping paper ripping could be heard as you tore into your gift. A happy yelp emitted from your lips when you saw the vinyl of The Breakfast Club soundtrack. It was quite literally the perfect gift— you had held the tape of the movie that you rented from Steve’s Family Video hostage for a month straight when they first got it in, and sometimes you’d watch the movie just to hear the songs.

“After how many times you watched the movie this year, this felt very fitting,” Steve told you. He hadn't opened his gift yet, and instead, he was playing with the red bow that was placed on top of it; he always liked to see your reaction first.

You looked at him and smiled. “I hope you’re prepared to hear this at least three times a week for the next few months.”

He laughed a bit. “I knew you were going to say that, and I’ve already accepted the fact that I will have to hear Don’t You Forget About Me on an endless loop for a while.”

“Good,” You said, still smiling, and then you bumped your knee with his. “Open yours.”

Steve finally started opening your gift for him, tearing the wrapping paper off to reveal a shoebox, which had a new pair of white Nikes inside. They were the same as the pair he already had that had the red “swoosh” on the side, but that pair was now a lot less white since he had them since Sophomore year of high school and he’d wear them almost religiously.

“It’s time to retire the ones you’ve had for the past three years,” You said as he pulled out one of the sneakers. “Oh, also, there’s a note at the bottom of the box.”

Steve put the one sneaker down and then grabbed the small notecard with your handwriting on it that was buried underneath the other one. “‘This is long overdue. You probably should’ve gotten rid of your last pair after the basketball season ended Senior year. And speaking of basketball, after your many years of begging and pleading I will finally grant your wish and play basketball with you. You’re welcome. Shit, I already regret writing this.’” He looked at you, a smile growing on his face. “You’re serious?”

“Sadly, yes,” You answered, and when he smiled wider, you said, “It’s only gonna happen one time and just for a couple of hours, and if I break my leg or arm or anything else during this, I will sue you, Harrington.”

You had two left feet when it came to any sort of sport— in a way, it was funny how clumsy you’d get whenever you had to play anything— and Steve knew that, but for perhaps the entirety of your friendship he still always tried to convince you to play basketball with him, and you always said no because why would you ever do something that you knew would only lead to embarrassment? Even if it was just with your best friend. He’d seen more than enough of your accidental embarrassing moments, and in your mind there was no need for him to also see one that could easily be avoided.

But, you knew that finally doing this would make him happy, and that made your imminent embarrassment feel somewhat worth it.

“You’re not gonna break anything, but if you do, I’ll completely understand if you decide to sue me,” Steve said and you could hear the joking undertones in his voice. “So, when can we play?”

“You can choose the day, but please wait until we’re not sick and when it’s not freezing cold outside.”

He nodded at that. “Okay, deal.”

“What did you get Harold?” You asked as you picked up the present next to the tree that Steve had wrapped.

“A new wheel,” He answered and that made you laugh.

“I also got him a new wheel.”

It actually wasn’t entirely surprising that you and Steve had the same gift idea. You two loved Harold with your entire hearts, but at least twice a week he’d wake one or both of you up at three in the morning by running on the current wheel he had, which was the squeakiest thing in the world.

Steve looked over at where Harold’s cage sat on the coffee table in the living room area. “Maybe he’ll like having two.”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “Maybe he’ll designate one for daytime running and the other for nighttime running.”

Steve smiled at your joking statement. “Exactly.”

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let me know ur thoughts<333

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arcanewhoosh · 3 months ago

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A Room Full of People

900 words

Proofread? Y/N

Relevant Tags: Jinx x Reader, could be an au but vague enough to stay in the universe, holiday party, in the clurb we all fam, drinking

You take a break in the corner of the Last Drop as your friends party the night away on a Tuesday evening.

Note: I've been to so many holiday parties this past week so why not write about it.

Is drinking on a weekday a good idea?

A waiter bumps into you and mumbles an apology, one completely inaudible with the loud bass of the track currently playing. You’re thankful you invested in one of those expensive earplugs all those months ago. For one, the loud music of the bar isn’t aggressively assaulting your ears, its usual invasive sound lulled to a pleasant thrum.

You take a sip of your drink. Your friends deem it absolutely horrendous; who in their right mind would willingly sip on a Jager bomb all night? You like it though, after joking that you take comfort in it since it tastes like the cough syrup you liked when you were a kid—Caitlyn had looked at you in horror when you said this—and you liked the familiarity.

You take a step back to avoid another partygoer making a beeline for the bathroom. You notice your step isn’t as coordinated as you’d like, a familiar weightlessness starting to bloom in your head. You try to count how many shots of tequila you’ve had, plus the first two Jager bombs you had finished off earlier. You have a presentation tomorrow morning.

Maybe drinking on a weekday wasn’t such a good idea, after all.

The Last Drop was packed for a Tuesday, you blame it on the fact that it was the holidays, and people had probably finally had time off of work. The others were all paired up, dancing or talking amongst themselves in the crowd. You yourself were squeezed in with them just a few minutes ago, but your unfortunately minuscule social battery had given up an hour ago, so off to the side you went.

You loved going to the parties, you loved hanging out with your friends, getting absolutely sloshed; having the worst hangover the next day, then rinse and repeat. But most of all, you loved being invited; a small reminder that there were people that cared about you. People that cared enough to want you around them while they made terrible decisions.

You were the introverted one in the group. When you were younger you were quiet, kept to yourself, and avoided events where you would have to talk to people you didn’t know. But eventually, as you grew older, you thought there wouldn’t be much harm in going out with friends and hanging out late into the night and early morning. Humans are social creatures, after all.

You look down at your watch and frown. It was only nine, which means you're only going to progressively get drunker before you all decide to call it a night. Which means an unavoidable hangover in the morning. Definitely not a good idea.

Looking over at your friends, all happily dancing and jumping to the music, you take minute to drink the entire scene in. The thrum of the music, the bass reverberating in your chest, the kick of the drums, as a remix to a familiar song starts to play. The people on the dance floor all cheer before singing along, all of them seemingly catching a second wind and dancing harder. You find yourself starting to nod to the music, the alcohol you've consumed helping you loosen up.

Mylo and Claggor catch sight of you and start waving you over, their own drinks spilling as they do so. You wave them off in response, content in staying in the corner--and avoiding being given shots--and watch the room.

They look like they're about to walk over and pull you into the dance circle they've formed where Ekko is having a dance-off with Vi. But then the chorus of the song picks up and they immediately jump up and pump their arms, and you're left forgotten in your corner.

You continue watching your friends, occasionally sipping your drink. You're just about to head over to the bar and get everyone a few water bottles, when you catch a whiff of a familiar smoky perfume. You remind yourself to ask her what perfume she uses as a pair or arms snakes around your waist, and you feel her rest her head against the back of your shoulder.

She asks you a question, she knows you can't hear it, but asks anyway. You roll your eyes in response, and take out one of your earplugs, the music suddenly becoming ten times louder. She gets on her tip toes, inadvertently pulling you back a bit, leaning next to your ear.

"Now why are you hiding here?" Her words are just a tiny bit slurred as she says this. You snort, and turn around--a little less graceful than you usually are--meeting her expectant, slightly glazed eyes; the lights of the bar giving them a pink shade. Her smile is lopsided, and moves her arms to wrap around your neck. You tilt your head so you can speak a little closer to her ear, she pulls you closer to her.

"Maybe I was just waiting for you here so I could get you to myself."

She grins. "Well I'm here. What now, oh great mastermind?"

Her eyes flit to your lips for a moment, before settling back to yours. There's an expectant look in them, a welcome invitation.

You lean in and close that gap between the two of you. Suddenly the music in the bar is deafened, the only thing flooding your senses is her perfume, her arms around your neck, and the taste of the alcohol on her lips.

Maybe drinking on a weekday isn't such a bad idea, after all.

#arcane jinx #arcane #arcane netflix #arcane x reader #jinx x reader

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inkdrinkerworld · 1 year ago

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Dad!Sirius who is absolutely determined to be a better father and husband than his own father ever was. He will constantly spoil his wife and daughter, and the amount of times she’s walked out of her and Sirius’ bedroom to see Sirius lying on the couch with his daughter’s tiny body on top of him is insane. He’s the best dad in the whole world. Also his daughter would absolutely be besties with Harry!

You get home to an eerily quiet house. Sirius is at home with your daughter this week- the flu had been wracking her body and all she’d wanted was her dad.

Not that you could really blame her- Sirius was perfect with her.

There was something in the way he was just able to settle her crankiness with a couple of kisses and little massages to the length of her legs that made going to work a little more bearable.

Daphné also had Sirius wrapped tight around her little fingers- she’d only have to puff her cheeks and quiver her lip and as fast as she’d been given a ‘no’, Sirius’ heart would clench and he’d be doing whatever she asked in seconds.

You find them cuddled up on the couch as you step inside- the house clean and smelling like fresh laundry and hint of milk.

Sirius is flat on his back, head propped up by a couple cushions while Daphné lays on his chest, silky curls braided neatly down her back.

“Hi Siri,” your voice is quiet when you realize Daphné is asleep, pressing a soft kiss to Sirius’ forehead.

“Hey, dolly, how was work?” You shrug and Sirius smiles. He juts his chin to the kitchen, “There’s a bit of soup left if you’re hungry. Was thinking maybe we could make toasties for dinner.”

You smile, sitting on the floor beside your babies. “How was she?” You whisper, finger inching towards her chubby cheek that’s a little paler than usual.

She’s Sirius’ twin for the most part, skin fair and hair just a dark, but her eyes and nose (and maybe her attitude, if Sirius tells the truth) are all you.

“Cranky, god knows I hate seeing her like that,” Sirius sounds as distraught as you look. Seeing her sick, her little two year old body fighting something so harsh, makes him worried. “Then I caved and gave her a bottle.”

You shake your head teasingly. “It was breast milk!” Sirius defends quickly. “Full of antibodies and all that, knocked her right out with that cough syrup the doctor recommended.”

You coo, stamping a kiss to Sirius’ bicep. “I’m only teasing Siri, she’s not too old for a little bit of milk.”

She really isn’t, but you don’t want to get it back to a regular food item in her diet. Maybe only if she’s poorly, you decide to yourself.

“Other than that?” You ask, watching her nose wriggle as you stroke it.

“An angel! I’m telling you, Daphné’s a saint, dolly.”

“Daphné could rip apart every sheet of music you have and you’d think she was interceding from the gods, Siri.” You laugh, already envisioning Sirius having a hard time reprimanding her.

“She would be!” She’s going to be the most spoilt baby the world has ever seen and you’re going to enjoy every second of it and so will Sirius.

#siriusblack #sirius black #sirius black fanfiction #sirius black one shot #sirius black imagine #sirius black drabble #sirius black fluff #sirius black blurb #sirius black fic #sirius black x reader #sirius black x black!reader #sirius black x yn #sirius black x you #dad!sirius black #dad!sirius

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jrooc · 18 days ago

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🤒 w e e k l y t a g w e d n e s d a y 🤧

Hooray! You made it to Wednesday! The world is going to hell in a handbag, daylight savings is ridiculous and winter may never end! But I have a cold. So we're gonna talk about that! Grab some tea and your blanket and settle in!

Name: Jess

Location: Oh Canada we stand on guard for maple syrup, poutine and being passively aggressively nice to one another 🇨🇦

Age: Look! Over there! It's Noel!

Are you sick right now with a cold, flu or other non-life-threatening but deeply obnoxious illness: YES!

When you're sick are you a get-up-and-just-work-through-it kinda person or a lie-in-bed-and-moan-loudly-and-not-move kinda person? Get up and move. I refuse to let it best me <insert gif of Barney from HIMYM about not being sick getting awesome>

What's your ultimate comfort drink when you're under the weather: Hot Toddy. The whisky is good for the throat. I will not be taking questions at this time

Are there any superstitions or things you do that you believe will make you get better faster? I mostly stop eating sugar (besides honey) and eat so many vegetables. Spinach, garlic, onions. Gimme all the nutrients.

Do you take vitamin C or any other herbal remedies or do you think that's all non-scientific nonsense? I take Vit C and def have those immunity juices and lots of honey and go full health store despite an argument I had with my Doctor cousin a few days ago about "science"

When you were young and got to stay home from school what was your favourite show to watch (or thing to do whatever)? The Price is Right RIP Bob Barker

Is there a secret favourite part you have to being sick? Cancelling plans to read fanfic 'cause I don't want to spread germs

Worst part about being sick: A cough, that shit doesn't go away for so long

Who do you think would be the worst patient? Ian or Mickey? Okay-- so hear me out. Ian. He would refuse to just relax and get better and be funnelling vitamins and trying to go for runs (me too, Ian, me too)

Stay healthy out there friends! Eat some spinach for me today

Tags below the cut 🗡️ If I missed you I blame my sick brain! But if you see this or we're mutuals consider yourself tagged!

Tagging @energievie @deedala @gallapiech @lazystargazy @femboymilkovich @mybrainismelted

@spoonfulstar @kowhaifairy @runawaybrainsc @blue-disco-lights @gallavich-annise

@sam-loves-seb @samantitheos @runninonemptyy @echotrees

@roryonic @romidoes @fireballazalea @ian-galagher @creepkinginc

@stocious @transmurderbug @spookygingerr @look-i-love-u

@rereadanon @redwiccanrobin @kiennilove @c-nord @geonbaeeeesblog

@crossmydna @michellemisfit @nozenfordaddy @solitarycreaturesthey

@too-schoolforcool @darlingian @sillygoofygoobersstuff @suzy-queued

@palepinkgoat @guinguin1984 @doshiart @burninface @francesrose3

@whatthebodygraspsnot @sgtmickeyslaughter @heymrspatel @heymacy

@andthatisnotfake @mmmichyyy @heydumby @callivich @mickaleks

@sickness-health-all-that-shit @gallavichsuperfan @rororowyourboat18 @ms-moonlight-inn @transmickey

#weekly tag wednesday #tag you're it #sick edition #ah choo #gallavich community

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brucewaynehater101 · 11 months ago

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Do you have any fic recs when Tim just finally looses his shit on the batfam, like he's already frustrated and someone does something that just slightly ticks him too far off and he just breaks, screaming, crying, breaking things kinda anger

Oof. I definitely do. Forewarning, some of these are not friendly to other batfam members. I don't agree with outright blaming other members (besides Bruce), but Tim is venting and angry and hurt. These fics deal with those emotions and tend to acknowledge that there's many sides and points to arguments. I don't agree with character bashing the batkids.

"Some Days" by faithms. As the summary dictates, Tim, after not receiving an apology for a year, walks up to his oldest brother and knees him in the dick. Very amazing fic.

"He's Done Caring" by AkwardBlueFish. Tim tells the Bats what his biggest regret is.

"The Fear of Falling Apart" by Sohotthateveryonedied. Tim returns to the Gotham just to deal with the rise of corpses (this is before he proves Bruce is alive, but after the desert). When he's trying to sneak out, Dick asks him to stay. Tim gets mad.

"Burning Rubber" by Huntressundone. Tim breaks the second most regarded rule of the Bats cause he's pissed.

"Lesson Learned" by Blacksheeperton. This is more about Tim reaching that point of anger where he gives up on his relationships with the Bats.

"Everyone Has An Angry Phase" by faitms. Tim talks with Barbara, Alfred, Kon, and Cassie about his issues with them to prevent himself from causing mass amounts of murder, destruction, and pain.

"So I said To Him I Said" by TicciJack. Tim dares Jason to call him Replacement again. Jason does. There's consequences.

"cough syrup" by DairyFarmer. Tim tells Bruce that either Damian leaves or Tim does. He's tired from constantly being asked to put up with the abuse.

The tags "Angry Tim Drake" and "Tim Drake is So Done" are great for finding fics like this

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wanderersmalewife · 3 months ago

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DR2 and DRv3 boys comforting their sick S/O

Characters: Hajime, Nagito, Kokichi, K1-B0

Warnings/content: G/N reader, mentions of vomit... nothing else tbh

A/N: So self-indulgent bc i have a fucking fever 😭😭

🌻Hajime Hinata🌻

- Hajime is extremely concerned when he hears you're sick. His anxiety just makes him an easily worried person

- That being said, he is. So awkward about taking care of other people

- Hes never been around other people much and he's never had anyone to take care of him

- Very much hovering around you but never really touching you unless you're explicitly asking

- The moment you tell him you need him, that you want him by your side to snuggle... he's a bit hesitant, not wanting to be sick himself. But he'd easily give in.

- He can't resist when you ask so sniffle and... sad

- Constantly asking you if he can get you anything or help

- If you get nauseous or vomit he is also. SO AWKWARD 😭

- He just looks horrified (this diva...) but he'll kneel next to you and awkwardly rub your back

- very sweet, just a bit unconfident

Another coughing fit is expelled past your lips, facial features twisted into a strained expression as your throat burns.

Hajime frowns, brows furrowing with concern as he watches a bead of sweat trickle down your forehead.

He reaches a hand out to rub your shoulder before he stops himself, actions hesitant. "You should drink something. It might help..."

Somehow, you manage a small glare. You know he means well, but does it look like you have the strength to get something right now?

"Ah, sorry." He apologizes near-instantly, standing from the bed. "I-I'll go get you some water!"

You sigh softly, body slightly relaxing even as you watch him disappear into the next room.

Your eyelids feel heavy as your breathing slowly evens out, fatigue settling in.

You barely register the sound of Hajime's soft footsteps as he re-enters the room.

What you do feel, though, is his hand softly brushing your bangs back and his lips pressing over your forehead.

A soft hum leaves you as finally drift to sleep.

🍀Nagito Komaeda🍀

- So so SO doting

- You don't even have to ask him for anything. He's immediately on it and making sure you have everything.

- Might forget a few things because of his dementia, but if you gently remind him, he's more than happy to go get it for you

- One of the best people you could ask for comfort

- Only thing you'd have to worry about is him getting anxious or self-conscious if he messes things up. Will blame himself horribly especially when you're already so unwell

- Nausea? No problem.

- The kind of guy to hold your hair back if you have longer hair

- constantly rubbing your back and whispering encouraging words and praise

You groan as you press your head against the pillow, pain throbbing against your skull.

Nagito is beside you in an instant, a patient smile over his face. "I'm sorry, my hope..." His tone is gentle. He doesn't need words to understand you're expressing your pain.

His prosthetic hand finds its way into your hair, cold metal scratching over your scalp. It's a much needed relief from the heat of your fever.

He chuckles softly as you lean against his touch, working his fingers over your head before he presses the back of it to your forehead.

You finally open your bleary eyes, and instead of pain flooding your mind from the bright light, slight relief washing over you as you see Nagito's angelic face.

His gaze softens, eyes meeting yours with adoration. "Good morning, my hope. I'm right here... promise."

🎲Kokichi Ouma🎲

- what a little asshole

- somehow whinier than you 😭??

- acts like this affects him SO MUCH

- "You're sick? EWW STAY AWAY FROM ME I DON'T WANNA GET SICK TOO. WAHHHH!"

- i mean. That doesn't mean he's not worried. He hates seeing people he loves in pain

- He's also allergic to being sincere

- He's also genuinely worried about getting sick but that's a him problem

- You can tell he's cares though.

- Hes shoving like 15 different cough syrups, fever medicines and whatever else he can at you

- Also a squeamish asshat about nausea

- Literally fake gagging over you vomiting like he's gonna puke too??😭 wtf

- Threaten to puke on him and see what happens it'll be so funny

- Not the kind of person to comfort you physically or verbally if you're puking... but he will absolutely get you a glass of water afterwards so you'll stay hydrated.

"Ughh... Kichi..." You whine, voice nasally from congestion.

The smaller boy next to you, much to your chagrin, simply grunts, scooting away from your reaching hands. "Don't touch me! You'll get your cooties on me!"

Fucking brat. You lift your head from your pillow, glaring unhappily at him with a small sniffle.

He seems to shrink at that, a small flash of guilt passing over his face. One that only someone as close you were would notice.

Great. Latch onto that and make him give in.

"Mmmh... it hurts..." You whimper again, head flopping onto your pillow as you clutch at your stomach. Not fully a lie... your stomach is churning, but it isn't intensely painful.

Kokichi catches onto your theatrics almost immediately, scoffing as he looks away. "Yeah, yeah. I can tell you're lying!" He winks, smiling cheekily as if he wasn't neglecting his very poor sickly partner.

Alright. That's it.

With as much strength as you can manage through your sick stupor, you leap forward, arms latching around his waist.

Kokichi yelps. Loud.

"Ghh-! Dammit, [name]! Let go!" He squirms with small grunts, wriggling like a rat caught in a trap.

Despite this, you easily notice he's not putting his full effort into it. Kokichi may be small, but he could pack a punch when he wanted, especially against a sick person.

He wasn't making a real effort to get away from you.

Content with your efforts, you simply keep yourself latched around him until he stops, pouting. "You're so mean..."

Even as he complains, he huffs while sliding down into the bed with you.

His arms wrap around you too, head resting against your tangled strands of hair.

"Fine, I'll stay. But you better take care of me if I get sick too."

🤖Kiibo🤖

- Oh lord hes so awkward. Save him

- He cares you soso much but he does. Not understand how being sick works or how to help 😭

- Does research as best he can. Probably ends up actually being overbearing

- You're bedside is suddenly filled with cough syrup, and tea, and cough drops, and Tylenol, and Ibuprofen, and soup, and water, and Gatorade, and-

- You have to politely tell him that's enough. More than enough. You'll be okay, You promise

- So anxious abt doing everything right. Asks if you're sure like 10 times and only stops asking when you pat his head softly and smile. "You're doing great, Kiibo. Thank you..."

- Immediate blushing mess as he eagerly nods , just thankful that he's helping

- Nausea. Makes his panic so much worse

- "O-Oh my gosh! Are you alright? Can I help at all!? Oh, that's a lot... oh my gosh..."

- Bro acts like you're dying.

- You ask him for water and he's back in a split second with it

- Once it's all out and you're just panting over the toilet bowl, he'll slowly pat your shoulder until you lean back against him.

- He just holds you until he realizes you fell asleep. He feels so bad abt waking you up to go to bed, but he 8snt strong enough to carry you

"I-Is that enough? Are you sure you don't need anything else?"

Your eyes scanned over the various items lined along your bedside table. Medicines, drinks, and tissues alike cover the flat surface, not a single spot untouched.

In all honesty, the cluttered area was a bit overwhelming with everything going on, but you don't have the heart to tell him that.

You just nod from your pile of blankets, (which Kiibo had also collected for you,) voice ragged from a sore throat. "Mhm. Thank you, Kiibo..."

Kiibo nods, and for a moment it seems like he gets the message.

But then, his brows furrow, and that anxious little frown finds its way onto his face again. "Are you sure? I've found plenty of other remedies that might work if these don't help enough! I--"

You cut him off, gently taking his hand. You press a chaste kiss to his cold knuckles, grinning with a soft gaze before you speak. "You're perfect. This is more than enough... Thank you."

You see that familiar blush creep up his face, and despite his lack of any real blood, his face feels warm. "Oh! I-I'm glad then! I'm happy I can be here...!"

You giggle and nod before you speak one last time. "Just one more thing. Could you stay...? Please?"

"Of course!" He sits on the edge of the bed, hand resting over your side.

"I promise, I will never leave your side."

#nagito komaeda #hajime hinata #kokichi ouma #x reader #female reader #male reader #gender neutral reader #imagines #dr2 #drv3 #danganronpa 2 #danganronpa v3 #k1 b0 #kiibo

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diceptic0 · 28 days ago

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he wont get the fuck out off my head... syrup... syrup cotton cady save me... A LIL BIT ABOUT HIM!!! copypasted from discord COUGHS

† He's a little cotton candy centaur! Personality wise she's very similar to buttercup, she's a punk and sticks by her values no matter what but can come off a bit aggressive and is always intimidating toons even when he doesn't mean to. He'd get removed from a lot of the episodes he was a part off for being very upfront about his beliefs. He's very open about his views on gardenview and absolutely despises dandy and blames him for the state of the educational center. † Her ability is to get a boost similar to flutters/rudies but it stuns twisteds for a few seconds, commons for 10, mains for 5, lethals aren't affected (it has a 100 sec cooldown since it's an easy to exploit ability) † In her twisted form she's a bit faster than twisted teagan and she won't attack/chase toons at one heart and shrimpo, even when he's overcome by ichor he refuses to harm toons in need of help. i need to maker her stats soon but heres some more of her..

#artists on tumblr #dandys world #dandy's world #dandy's world fanart #dandysworld #dandy's world oc #dandys world original character #dandy dandys world #dw dandy #syrup dandy's world #shrimpo dandys world #aughhhh i loceh im....#shes AMAB and genderqueer btw #unicorn slaughterhouse

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blues824 · 2 years ago

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Could I maybe request the dorm leaders and jamil with a reader who has a pollen allergy which get worst in spring

Gender-neutral reader.

Riddle Rosehearts

You were sneezing and coughing, and tearing up and he was growing concerned that you might have caught a cold

However, you told him that you were allergic to pollen, and the flowers around NRC had pollen that was going airborne

He still wanted to make sure that you were alright, so he took you to the infirmary to have a definite answer as to if you had a cold or not

Roses do have pollen, but the particles are too big to become airborne, so Heartslabyul becomes your new sanctuary

Ramshackle doesn’t grow any flowers at all, but the trees and shrubs still do produce pollen, so he thinks that you should stay over

Totally not because he wants to be able to look after you and have you close to him… totally not

Leona Kingscholar

You disturbed his nap with your coughing and sneezing, but to be fair he did ask to meet up with you in the greenhouse

The thing was, you wouldn’t stop, and it was getting on the lion’s nerves because you couldn’t make it through one sentence without sneezing

After a visit to the infirmary (of course he didn’t let you go alone), he was low-key kind of glad that you weren’t sick, but rather suffering from the pollen

Luckily, Savanaclaw does not grow any flowers as there has never been any planted there, so he takes you there and tells you that you are going to stay there

At first, you tried arguing against him, claiming that Crowley would never agree to this, but he said ‘too bad’ before handing you another tissue box

If someone has the audacity to say that he’s going soft, he will take a tissue out of the box and hand it to them before saying he will give them a bloody nose

Azul Ashengrotto

For some reason I pictured him like Sheldon in that he would use his shirt to cover his nose and get some Lysol spray

The second you walked in coughing and sneezing, he knew that it would make clientele stray away from the Mostro Lounge

He made you go to the nurse, who said that it was a simple pollen allergy and that made him calm down a little

Octavinelle does have some underwater plants that do pollinate, but none are kept within the dormitory but rather the mirror realm in which it resides

So as long as you stay inside, you should be fine, and he makes sure that everyone is alerted not to bring flowers inside

He wanted to make sure that you were comfortable, so he offered for you to sleep in his room with him, even if the thought alone made him flustered.

Kalim Al-Asim

He is very worried when you come into Scarabia with a tissue to your nose, coughing and having a hard time breathing in general

Took it upon himself to get you to the nurse, afraid that you had a cold because he would have blamed himself

But you just had pollen allergies, so he told everyone in Scarabia to get every non-hypoallergenic flower out of the dormitory so that you could stay there

Will send you texts asking if you’ve taken your allergy medicine and if you need any more tissues than the thousands of boxes he has already purchased for you

Anything you ask for can and will be delivered; he basically treats you as though you were made of glass and he’s crying as Jamil gives you some cough syrup

It’s actually so sad how much he worries about you, and he wants to help, but you have to tell him that it’s just allergies and they will go away when the seasons change

Jamil Viper

You had just come from the infirmary, and your eyes were tearing up and you were sniffling and sneezing and coughing into a tissue

He asked if you were alright, and you looked at him with an ‘are you serious?’ face as you stated in a monotone voice that you were ‘just peachy’

Bro kind of already guessed that you had allergies, considering the spring season is renowned for causing it and a few other students have been suffering as well.

Makes sure that you take the allergy medication that the nurse had given you, and will get more tissues for you

Will order and help his dorm members to remove the non-hypoallergenic flowers from the dormitory, as they are causing many (you) to suffer

If you would rather, he would love to temporarily move you into his room because the dust in Ramshackle is not helping your situation

Vil Schoenheit

Gave you the most bombastic side-eye when he heard your sniffles, and also pulled a Sheldon where he pulls his shirt over his nose and sprays you with Lysol spray

There was no way that he was going to get sick, as he had so much on his schedule that would be pushed behind and the stress causes breakouts.

However, you started wearing a mask and you told him that it was allergy season, so he made sure that he had allergy medication nearby in his room

Understands that allergies are horrible, and so he will remove the vase of flowers in his room as they do produce pollen

Will make his room your safe-haven, as he knows that some bastard that goes by the name of Crowley will not upgrade Ramshackle to make it hypoallergenic

Anyways, he will always snap at you if you don’t cough or sneeze into your elbow or a tissue, and he will make sure that you wash your hands regularly

Idia Shroud

You were sneezing and coughing into the mic as you were on-call with him for an assignment, and it got to the point where he asked if you were okay

He was worried, but he honestly didn’t even know where to begin on taking care of you when you came over

To be fair, there were no flowers at Ignihyde, so he invited you there, but he was biting off more than he could chew

At least you weren’t sick, because it was only allergies, but Ortho was the one who was ordering him around and he was not questioning anything

Whenever you go through a fit of coughing or sneezing, he will panic and ask if you’re dying, and you have to shake your head as you motion to the box of tissues

Can’t discern between real tears or tears caused by allergies, so he will panic whenever he sees your eyes watering

Malleus Draconia

This man was convinced that you had Tuberculosis when he saw you coughing into a tissue, and he was afraid that you broke a blood vessel

You have to explain to this guy, who is currently preparing your death bed, that you have mere allergies and are not dying

Then you have an entire dorm sweeping through the building and making sure that any flowers are thrown out of the window

If you try to get him to calm down and stop fussing over you, he is not going to listen because you deserve to be comfortable in your time of illness

Lilia is dying of laughter every single time, and you beg him to calm the dragon down, but he just says ‘Poor Y/N! It must be so painful being so sick!’

May or may not be using his magic to slowly get rid of your allergies, just because he believes that you shouldn’t suffer

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