#he definitely gets sick from it

[sometimescherwrites]

Love Sick

Jimmy Darling x gn!reader

word count: 1.5k

content: sick reader, Jimmy pov, pining, gn!reader, fluffy angst, angst in the form of pining and Jimmy hating himself, it’s implied once but not stated that reader threw up, takes place pre-season 4

@authorsofghosts two Jimmy fics

day 6 of cher’s conversation hearts series

a/n: was originally gonna publish something else but i was struck down with sickness so here you go, Jimmy x male!reader either comes out later tonight or tomorrow, this was written in the span of an hour by a very sick individual so if it’s shit i’m sorry

Jimmy had been waiting since New Year to ask you to be his valentine. Sure, maybe he should’ve asked you before Valentine’s Day and really, he should’ve. But as he’d realized over the course of the last week, asking you was a lot more nerve wracking than it had any right to be.

Every time he tried, images of you laughing in his face, saying you’d never want to date a fatherless freak like him and that even further, you didn’t even want to associate with him, much less date him, filled his brain. Rationally, he knew that was an irrational and illogical series of thoughts.

You were part of the troupe- had been for years. Hell, you had practically grown up together. He could barely even remember life before you, there was no way you’d leave… right?

And he was pretty sure you were into him the same way he was into you. Saw the way you’d get flustered when your banter reached the line between friendly and flirty, the way you’d forget where you were going with a sentence if his hands came to rest on your lower back. Those were signs, right? Eve said you liked him back, Paul and his mother did too.

Hell, practically the whole camp knew he was head over heels in love with you. But you had somehow missed it. At least, he hoped you did. Because the alternative was that you knew- oh god what if you weren’t saying anything out of pity? What if you knew and were just humoring him out of pity because you knew he was lovesick over you-

Another irrational fear. Logic would tell him that you weren’t mean enough to lead him on out of pity. Not after years of friendship.

Yet despite all his anxieties, all the ‘what if?’ scenarios in his head, when Valentines Day arrived and his mother told him to stop torturing the rest of the troupe and just ask you already, the possibility of not seeing you at all was something he hadn’t even considered.

He couldn’t think of a single day since he met you that he hadn’t seen you around camp, even on days when you two argued. Fights that could go on for weeks, thanks to the both of you being stubborner than a thousand mules. But even during those lonely weeks, he’d at least seen you.

And on today of all days, a holiday you looked forward to every year? Not seeing you had a visible dampening on his spirit and everyone could tell.

By the time he was done with rehearsals- Elsa had been getting onto him for slacking and hadn’t let him leave until she was satisfied- the sun was starting to set and he still hadn’t seen you.

But when he’d made it to your trailer, he immediately knew what had happened. An old pot by your bed, the blankets half on, half off of you, and face flushed as you slept- no, not slept. He could tell when you were sleeping and this definitely wasn’t sleep.

“Shit, sweets…” He muttered, immediately getting into action.

A cool rag or two, one for your forehead, one for your neck, both had you sighing in momentary relief. A quick glance around your trailer showed the dishes from dinner the night before- he knew you, and he knew you always did them in the mornings. The fact that they hadn’t been washed meant that you likely hadn’t been feeling well since at least when you woke up.

“I’ll be right back.” Jimmy murmurs, headed over to his ma’s trailer for the recipe for her stew.

It was his go-to when he was sick and he knew you liked it too. And based on the state of your trailer, he’d assume you hadn’t eaten much today. By the time he makes it back to you, he’s got the recipe and is attempting to carry all the ingredients in his arms.

You’ve barely moved, though when he checks the rags on your head and neck, they’ve already gotten warm.

“Well damn, sweets,” Jimmy chuckles halfheartedly, concern barely masked as he rinses the rags under cool water once more before returning them to you, “And here I thought you were avoiding me.”

You shake your head at him, looking downright miserable as you rasp a quiet, “No… no not mad at you.”

“You sound pathetic, y’know that? Faker.” He teases in an attempt to get you to smile. Silently he was kicking himself for not coming to check on you sooner, he should’ve known something was up.

It gets a small smile out of you, though your eyes remain closed as you grunt an acknowledgment of his words.

“Y’know, I don’t speak grunt.” He chuckles, getting the stew started and cracking open a window. It’s so stuffy in your trailer, likely due to your fever, “But I’ll assume that means-“ He does a horrible impression of your voice, “-Thank you Jimmy Darling, you’re my hero for coming to check on me while I lay dying in my own sickness. You’re so handsome and muscley and-“

You throw a tissue at him, prompting him to make a grossed out face. As if you both haven’t seen each other in worse conditions.

“Disgusting.” He groans, “You’re lucky my ma raised me better than to abandon someone in need.” And that he loves you.

You don’t say much, but that’s fine. Jimmy’s always been able to talk enough for two. His ma had always joked about kissing the blarney when she was pregnant with him and that’s why he talked so much.

He’d long since accepted that he could only be perceived as brooding and mysterious by people who didn’t know him. You, on the other hand, knew he never shut up. There was no fooling you anymore, you knew him far too well.

Between the one sided conversation and the faint sounds of Frank Sinatra on your radio, Jimmy hoped you were feeling at least a little more comfortable.

By the time the stew is ready, he’s helping you sit up, though you have to squeeze your eyes shut for a few moments. He has to physically keep you from laying back down, knowing that the stew will help at least a little bit.

And he’s right. Though you’re by no means the picture of health, the meal seems to make you feel a little bit steadier.

“I missed Valentine’s Day.” You whisper after a while, sounding empty.

Jimmy doesn’t like that voice from you. Not at all. It makes his stomach twist and his lips twitch down.

“No you didn’t. I rescheduled it just for you- called up the President and had him issue an announcement that it’s moved to the weekend.” He says, trying to comfort you.

It’s a bit silly, but it gets a half smile out of you, so he counts it as a win.

“You just took lovesick to a whole new level.” He adds with a flash of a grin.

Another small smile from you. Another win. Fuck it.

“Can I admit something with the worst timing ever?”

You nod, so he continues before he can chicken out.

“I want you to be my Valentine. Please?” And suddenly he’s rambling, mouth moving even as his brain screams at him to shut up, “I’ve been trying to ask all week cause you mean so much to me and I’ve been planning it since January but I always panicked and put it off cause I didn’t think you’d want to be with me and I didn’t want to ruin things but-“

Your hand reaches for his, squeezing it gently. Immediately, despite his mouth hanging open, he falls silent, at a loss for words.

“Yes, I’ll be your valentine.”

He blinks. Then blinks again. Then blinks a third time for good measure.

“You will?”

Immediately, before his brain can scream of all the reasons this is a horrible idea, he leans in, only for you to lean away.

As if you can sense the legitimate shattering of his heart, you quickly speak, “No, no, Jimmy. Jimmy I’d love to kiss you. I just… I’m sick. I don’t want to get you sick, that’s all.”

Oh. Oh yeah. You’re sick. In the euphoria of you admitting to liking him back, he’d forgotten that very crucial detail.

“Oh, well if that’s all.” He’s already leaning in again.

With a quiet laugh, you push him away, “Jimmy, I don’t want to get you sick!”

“Mhmm? What’s the worst that can happen? I get sick and spend my recovery with you? You do want to kiss me, right?”

While you’re stunned into a silent nod by his incredible logic, he leans in a third time, and this time you don’t pull away.

[ultravioletbrit]

“birthday” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 288 words

cw: nsfw / implied sexual content

James has Regulus pressed against the bathroom door. James’ hands are on Regulus’ hips as he kisses along his jaw. Regulus’ arms are around James’ neck as he runs his fingers through his hair.  

“We should get back.” Regulus mumbles as he tilts his head to give James more access to his neck.

“Okay.” James responds but makes no attempt to stop kissing.

“Sirius is going to kill us.” Regulus says, but he tightens his grip on James’ hair and whimpers as James nibbles down his neck.

“He’s not going to kill us; he’s going to be thrilled.” James says then bites down on Regulus’ collarbone. Regulus lets out a gasp that quickly turns into a moan.

“He’s going to be thrilled we had sex in his bathroom?” Regulus pulls James’ hair, bringing him back to his mouth.

“Okay, maybe not about the sex in his bathroom, but that we got back together at his birthday party.” James says after several minutes.

“He’s going to try and take credit for it somehow… He’ll end up saying something like… ‘You’re all here today because of me’… ‘This day wouldn’t even be happening if it wasn’t for me’.” Regulus mumbles between kisses.

James pauses and pulls back slightly to gaze into Regulus’ eyes as a smile grows on his face. Regulus gives him a questioning look.

“What day?” James asks with a smirk and Regulus furrows his eyebrows for a moment until he realizes what he said, what he implied. Regulus’ eyes go wide, and James’ smirk grows. After a moment Regulus just rolls his eyes.

“Stop talking about my brother and just shut up and kiss me, Potter.” Regulus says as he grips James’ hair and brings him back in for a kiss.        

[farshootergotme]

Dick 'my mental stability is hanging by the rope that snapped and killed my parents' Grayson met Bruce 'emotions aren't real if you don't acknowledge them' Wayne when he was 8 years old and he never recovered.

[wtfforged]

ive been seeing a lot of mermaid zoros lately and i like him and i think that silly octopus that he let cling to him in the jaya arc should be his little-mermaid-flounder-sidekick friend

[fuupan]

i had this in mind a few days ago while running on 2 hrs of sleep

decided to finally draw it lol

i have some more ideas in mind of them that i will hopefully get to get around drawing

[motleyfam]

I get so many comments on my Tim series like “omg it’s so hilarious/unrealistic that he gets sick this often, take that boy to a doctor 🤣” and like, I get it, it seems like a lot if you read the series straight through. And part of it is simply because I enjoy writing hurt/comfort fics, so of course that’s what I’m going to gravitate towards. Gotta spark that joy, etc etc

….but like, you guys do realize that people who have medical issues tend to get more medical issues, right? It’s not like “oh he had three things wrong with him already so he’s hit his quota now and anything on top of that is absurd.” It’s more like… this is someone with overall subpar health from a history of chronic neglect, so yeah, he’s probably going to be more susceptible to illness than most people 🤷‍♀️

[haenels]

rio is always headcanoned as the cool dad but like... agatha was the one who introduced nicky into her power-draining scam at only a few months old whereas rio is a pedantic rule follower

going off of their characterisations so far, i just have a really hard time picturing rio's parenting style as anything other than overprotective, fussy and coddling while agatha is not a regular mom but a cool mom™

[thedreadvampy]

sometimes I forget that my experience has been. um. not 'your experiences are not universal' vibes but more like 'your experiences are EXTREMELY atypical'

[zabiume]

Have you seen the theory regarding Rukia's origins? I just heard of it, and I think it'll definitely be explored in the hell arc (when/if we get it), especially because Ichika was the first person to notice the hell hollows?? And since Renji didn't see them, we can only assume this could come from Rukia? Anyway, it's mostly based on the differences in how her name is written on chapter covers compared to all the other shinigami (used nanao for comparison, but everyone else has the brush stroke writing). Kubo even mentioned this in klub outside as something intentional!

Your post mentioning hell arc reminded me of this so i wanted to ask what u think :3

yes, i've seen this!!! i haven't been able to stop thinking about it since he said that on klub, but idk if it has anything to do with what you said about ichika, though? the only reason she spotted them first seems to be because a) ichigo and renji are bickering with their backs turned to the hollows, while she's at an angle where she can see them, and b) the reason renji didn't see them/sense them seems to be because the hollows' spiritual pressure was undetectable

it's unclear what exactly rukia got up to in the years between hisana abandoning her and her meeting renji and the other boys, but it looks like she'd already been calling herself "rukia" by the time she met them, so my leading theory is that she chose that name for herself

but it's unclear how or when or why she would do this and why that name in particular. i've always been curious about this blank period in her life and how many questions about her are still unanswered (at least to me).

we also get a birthday for her, which is interesting because, as hitsugaya notes, most people in rukongai don't exactly have birthdays, since they were never born, but in the same chapter we do get rangiku and gin deciding that rangiku's birthday is the day they met, so it's possible that a lot of rukongai "birthdays" are really just days that hold significant meaning to them, so what exactly is significant about january 14th to rukia? granted, this is from her character sketch at the end of volume 1, so it's possible this is a thoughtless "error" that kubo might have made while he was still figuring out the soul society world-building but idk! these are definitely questions i have and the lack of answers frustrate/excite me. i do think kubo's telling the truth about the brush strokes being significant though because he usually owns up to things he did by accident or things he wasn't thinking too deeply about, so i do tend to believe him when he says it's intentional but WHAT does it mean, though?

[vaguely-concerned]

I don't know what I love more, the fact that as rook you can make a statement in NO uncertain terms that you are NOT responsible one way or the other for the theological implications of the shit you're discovering in the 'regrets of the dread wolf' memories. not my jurisdiction. quite simply none of my business. not my chantry circus not my chantry monkeys. irrelevant to the matter at hand here we'll kill that god if we get to him he can get in line. or if the best thing about it is seeing the lone little 'lucanis approves' that pops up right after choosing it. corvid with a knife about to commit deicide keeping it real and sensibly, pragmatically, wilfully agnostic with me here in this magical lighthouse today

[puke-ur-gutz]

i will cashapp $10 to the first person who can name 3 real life harmful things bob bryar did without accusing him of thought crime

[jackass-jones]

Come back home when you have some sense

You can throw your life away just not at my expense

You’re not the son I raised

[catherine-sketches]

Arcane x Game of Thrones crossover where Viktor is isekaied into Viserys, brother of Daenerys, Mother of Dragons, body

He wakes up on a house in Bravos with these memories that make zero sense to him but the euphoria of functioning lungs are distracting him from analyzing it to much

There is an old man there. He calls him prince. The old man is dying and the servants have a greed in their eyes that Viktor knows well, he was seen it enough on the streets of Zaun

A hunger for more after years of scraps while in the shadows of prosperity

He could fight them, poison them even. The trouble such actions may bring to him would be worth for his sole survival in the long run. But he is not alone in here.

There is a girl. Not older than a toddler.

Dany. His new sister.

The choice is easy really. So there he goes, a staff made from one of the thicker branches of the lemon tree in the front yard (he misses his cane turned staff. Even with both legs functioning, he missed the weight in his hand. And, as the undercity had shown him, having something that you could use as a range weapon was always a good thing) in the dead of the night to steal as much food and coin he can carry with him

He takes one of the fabrics with him so he can wrap it around the tiny girl that is now his responsibility. He wraps her to his back, her tiny body flush against him. Alive, close, protected.

She nuzzles closer to his neck, her tiny hands on his shoulders.

He knows her for only a day and he would destroy the world for her

When he goes back to his world (because he would find a way back) he would be taking her with him

A staff, a purse of coins, a bag with food and a toddler on his back

That’s how the first assassin sent by King Robert finds them

That’s the last thing said assassin sees before the young prince stabs him, hits him in the head with the staff and drops him in the river

Viktor grew up in Zaun. An assassin had to do way better than that if they wanted to off him. Especially because he was fighting for someone besides himself

For himself ? He would survive.

For Dany? He would thrive!

[icewindandboringhorror]

boy in silly sitting positions compilation

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF PRIORITY: EARTH (PART 1 - REVAMPED)

Ft. Staff Cmdr. Sophie Oliveira-Shepard Alenko-Oliveira, Cpt. Arno Delacroix, and Zaeed Massani-Shepard MIRA'S MORE CANON ME3 "Shadow Broker resources? Yeah, they might be good for a lot of shit, Dove. Convincing the brass to get off their asses and do something about the Reapers? Not one of them. Think that one might be up to you, this time. Entertaining diction and goddamn fucking all." Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[failyaoi]

If Takeda actually ends up being Kenshi's cousin instead of from the future then I'm just headcanoning Kenshi as a teenage dad who gave his son to his aunt&uncle I don't care ;-; ;-; ;-; ;-;