#i have to finish taking care of my groceries from yesterday too ughhh

[threnodians]

i made the mistake of opening tiktok and now i have absolutely ruined my mood and i am so drained from how long yesterday was as well so i am going tf back to sleep until i have to get ready for work

also expect puppy pictures tonight because miss daisy had five puppies (two female, three male) last night 💕

[fangirlfanwritings]

Michael Fassbender Imagine

hello!! can you maybe write a michael fassbender fic where him and the reader (who’s an actress) have recently started dating (like, they’ve only been on a few dates and it’s not that serious yet), and she gets sick and he ends up going to her place to take care of her, which really surprises her and makes really happy?

The flu was not your friend, that’s the one thing you were sure of after a whole night of throwing up. When you finally woke up from the couple of hours of decent sleep you were able to get you saw it was 9 in the morning. “I only slept 3 hours,” you moaned and threw an arm over your eyes before a thought flashed through your head. You cursed and grabbed your phone, opening your message with Michael.

Although you two had only been on four dates you knew you liked him. Like, really liked him. You two were supposed to go out tonight on another date but you knew that wasn’t going to happen with the cold sweats you were feeling and the tightness in your muscles. “Don’t hate me,” you texted him.

“Why would I hate you? Did you watch the newest episode without me?”

“No. I have to cancel tonight. I’ve been up all night. I have the flu,” you send a frowny face.

“The flu? Are you alright? Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine, just tired.”

“Do you have food? Crackers, soup, applesauce, stuff like that?”

“I have some leftover crackers from Wendy’s that will hold me over,” you knew he’d be rolling his eyes at you. “I can’t even think about eating right now though.” When he didn’t reply back to you you got yourself out of bed and shuffled into your bathroom. You forced yourself to shower since you were covered in sweat, where you threw up again, and threw on the the warmest and largest sweats you could fine. You finished the nasty look by throwing on fuzzy socks and clipping your wet hair on top of your head.

Just when you collapsed back in bed your doorbell rang. You ignored it until it rang again. “Ughhh,” you groaned and forced yourself up, your arms wrapped around your cold chest. You opened the door and saw your boyfriend standing with bags in his hands. “Michael? What are you doing here?” You closed the door a little. “You shouldn’t be here, you’re going to get sick.”

He rolled his eyes. “Please,” he barged in. “I’ve been sick before. I can handle being sick again.” You slowly followed him into your kitchen and watched as he unpacked the grocery bags. “I wasn’t about to let my girlfriend fend for herself while she’s sick. You need food and to stay hydrated.”

“You bought me groceries,” you cooed.

“I don’t know if I’d consider these groceries,” he laughed. “I bought you sick food though.”

“You’re the sweetest. If I wasn’t carrying the plague I would kiss you.”

“I’ll hold you to that once you’re better. You want any soup?”

“No,” you stomach heaved just thinking about that. “I’m not hungry at all.”

“You’ve thrown up all your food from yesterday.”

“I have but thinking about eating is making me sick.”

“Alright, no food then. How about we get you back in bed, bundle up in covers since you’re shaking, and watch more of our show?”

“Can I take a nap too?”

A grin crossed his face, “Of course.”