#uggghhh my head hurts

[big1ron]

If this gets deleted dont be suprised

[mars-ipan]

i have had the same headache. for THREE DAYS NOW

[flnpushy]

Idea for a story: Woman has a homebirth that goes on for a very long time because the baby is huge. She has to do things such as making food and try to sleep, even getting the package sent to her home all while the head takes forever to come out.

Tia's Super hard crowning.

“Oh my god!” 

Tia said as she endured another intense contraction. She had been in labor now for about 36 hours. It started with tiny contractions and slowly became more intense for her as the hours passed by. Tia, a single mother was now due to give birth in her apartment. She wasn’t the social type and really did not want to give birth in a hospital or with others around. She was willing to risk a home birth alone to simply be away from interactions. Tia had gotten pregnant from a hookup that was taken too far. She always wanted a friend and companion with her, so who better than her own baby to join her. Needless to say Tia was excited to have this baby. 

Tia was 26 and had always been introverted. She was 5 foot tall and had a petite frame. She had blond hair and blue eyes and was truly beautiful. Her pregnant belly was so big and contracted on her tiny frame, it looked like she was carrying a Beach ball. Tia ignored the doctors appointments and simply did the birth research herself. She wanted to avoid people and the touch of midwives or doctors. Tia knew her belly was a bit on the bigger side for a girl of her stature and was simply unaware that she had within her a 12 pound baby girl. For a first time mother, a 12 pound baby, and a small frame woman….. This was to be an interesting birth.

“Uggghhh, This is starting to hurt!” Tia said aloud as she sat upon her couch. She had been naked since the labor had started. Besides it was just her, so why not? She sat upon the couch with her big belly protruding from her frame. She reached down and felt inside her vagina. She pushed her finger about 3 inches in.

“Nothing yet.” She exclaimed. 

Tia had gone through a rough transition and knew she was dilated properly, but with her cervix being naturally high, and her fingers being small, she didn’t have the ability to note the giant head that was now stretching her cervix wide open. 

A few hours progressed as Tia endured contractions. As she did she watched her favorite movies to keep her entertained. The day was young yet, and she figured that by days end, she would have the baby out. Around 1pm Tia had made a small lunch and the contractions became intense. She had bought a birth stool upon which she sat, facing her couch and enduring contractions. Around 1:30 pm the urge to push finally hit her. It had been 40 hours of labor now, and it was good that she could finally start working the baby out of her belly. Tia was excited. 

At 1:45 pm Tia reached down once more and interred a finger, she pushed her finger was in and bumped something. It felt warm and squishy, but as she pressed in a bit, It became hard to the touch. She knew this was her daughters head. Tia smiled ear to ear knowing that her baby was soon to be born. The celebration was short lived however as the next painful contraction hit. She pushed, and pushed hard. 

“Mmmmmguh.��

“Mmmmmahhhh.”

“Ahhhmmmmmugh.” Tia pushed intensely with each contraction, they were now about 2-5 minutes apart, depending on intensity. 

This continued for a couple of hours, finally around 4 PM, tia could feel herself beginning to bulge. As she made the next push, she reached down with her hand. As she pushed, she could feel something beginning to bulge her skin out. She knew now that the head was just inside. About another hour past, the entire time she could feel this bulging with each push. After sometime she was finally made aware of the heads arrival in the opening as she could feel herself open up slightly. She immediately reached down and could feel the top of her daughters head in her vaginal opening. With the end of the push she could feel the head slide back in as her opening closed up. She was excited at this, but she knew that there was a lot more work to come to get the head out. She had watched videos of birth, and knew that this next step in her birth could take some serious time and effort to progress that baby out of her. 

Tia Continued working to push as she sat upon her birth stool. With each push her daughters head would open her vagina, and bulge to the same spot. Then it would slowly slip back inside and close her vagina at the end of the contraction. This work continued for another hour as Tia pressed on attempting to free the baby from her womb. Tia decided that she needed to use the bathroom. After a push she stood up from the birth stool. She could feel the baby slide way back inside as her legs closed to Stand. She walked into the bathroom and sat down on the toilet. It was hard to go but she was able to a little bit. She endured another push as she sat. Next she returned to the living room area to keep pushing. She sat upon the stool once more and began trying to push her baby free of her belly. Another 2 hours passed until finally with the next push, the head made some progress. Tia reached down to feel the head bulging out a little ways, from what she could feel only about 20% of the head was in the opening and she already felt stretched. The other 80% still remained clenched behind her tight vaginal skin. She kept making pushes, with each push she could feel the baby pushing against the opening, but not making any forward progress. Essentially the baby was stuck. The babies head did not recede back inside after a push, but It didn't progress forward during a push. To add to her concerns, she could feel the baby wiggling as she pushed. The baby wanted out, but it wasn’t fitting. Not to be discouraged, she kept on pushing. This continued for about another hour. However to her disbelief, even with consistent pushing, the babies had refused to budge. Finally she knew that it was time to get something to eat, she needed to maintain her energy to get the baby to come out. As she stood up the baby did not recede back inside. The head simply remained in place. This made it very difficult to walk, so she had to waddle to the kitchen. Babies head poking out in between her legs. As she attempted to make food she continued to have contractions. Each time a contraction over took her she would squat down and attempt to push the babies head out. However no progress was made. Once the food was prepped she ate quickly standing up as waddling back to the couch would take too much effort. She eventually return to the couch and continue pushing. This went on for another hour. There was some progress made, but still only about 30% of the head was outside of her vagina. 70% of her daughters large head was still within her tight skin. She could feel that the baby inside was becoming impatient, the baby started wiggling much more vigorously in order to attempt a free itself from her womb. However between her pushing and the babies wiggling, the tight clenches of her vagina were not going to allow the baby to come out. Another tense couple hours of pushing passed. It was now getting on to 9pm. The babies head was at best 40% bulged out at this point. Still so much of the head remained trapped inside. Tia could handle no more. She needed rest. 

Tia waddled to her bed as the head remained pressed in her opening. As she laid back she reached down to feel the babies stuck head. It was dry now as it had been bulging out for so long. She tried wiggling it around with her hand, but the skin was so tight she couldn’t budge it. After a couple more contractions, Tia passed out into sleep. 

She awoke… It was morning time, somehow she had slept the night and slept through most contractions. She had been up several times during hard contractions, but managed to fall back asleep. She reached down to find babies head in the exact same place. Stuck. It was 7 am and she waddled to the living room. Tia placed a mirror in front of the birth stool now to see her babies head as she labored. She worked but with no prevail. The baby was simply stuck. At 9am the door bell rang…

“Hell!” Tia said aloud. 

She quickly tossed a robe on and waddled to the door. She opened it. 

“Package for Tia.” The delivery man said. 

As tia reached out to grab the package she was struck with a hardcore contraction, she had no choice but to squat and push.

“Oh my god, are you ok?” Asked the delivery man 

“Yeah, um food poising cramps, yeah not good.” Tia muttered.

“Ok as long as your good.” The delivery man said as he gave her a storage look.

“Yeah I’m good, thanks.” Tia said. 

The man walked away and tia closed the door. During the intense push she felt something happen. She pulled the robe off and sat upon the birth stool. She looked into the mirror and noticed something. She was Crowning! The head was now about 80% out, almost full crown. It was absolutely huge. Her vaginal skin around the head was so stretched that it was bleach white in color. She was being stretched to the physical max. But still 20% of the head was inside! Tia pushed and pushed hard. 

“AHHHHHH COME OUT!” She yelped as she gave it her all. 

She could feel an intense tearing pain as she pushed. Finally her vagina gave in and released the babies head. It was absolutely massive. She next felt the baby rotate inside her. Now the shoulders had to come. She pushed hard and to her surprise the baby basically just slipped out. The head was thankfully the largest and hardest part. The baby began crying and tia was relieved. She was now a mother, and had a new best friend, Her daughter. 

[fandomfucker]

Poly!judgment day one shot where reader gets sick with fever and they take care of her

Warnings: Strong language

Word count: 1,960

From the moment I woke up, I felt like shit. I was freezing like I'd never been frozen before. My throat was scratchy and my head was pounding. From the bridge of my nose up through my forehead, I could feel the continuously building pressure of my sinuses.

I was sick.

Rolling over onto my stomach I rubbed blearily at my eyes, finding mass amounts of crust. I grabbed my phone from the bedside table, blinking rapidly from the harsh light it emitted. It was around 11:30 a.m., on a Saturday, meaning two of my four partners were probably at the grocery store right now.

As I lay there for the next few minutes scrolling through Instagram my nose started to run really bad. Wiping the snot off my lip with my sleeve I then got up out of bed and walked over to the adjoining bathroom.

After blowing my nose with the very not soft tissues I made my way to the connecting closet I shared with my four partners. Grabbing a pair of Dominik's sweatpants, one of Rhea's hoodies, and a pair of thick socks Damien and Finn would argue over, I walked back into the bathroom to change.

After I changed into the warmer clothes I grabbed the tissue box from the bathroom and walked back to the bedroom. Grabbing my phone off the bed I then made my way to the living room, blowing my nose along the way.

"Fuck me!" I exclaimed in annoyance shuffling into the living room, my voice muffled from the snotty blockages in my nose. No matter how many times I blew my nose it was never enough.

"Hey, don't threaten me with a good time." Dom grinned cheekily, putting his hands up in mock surrender.

"You know, if I didn't feel like death right now I'd kick your ass, Mysterio." I mocked him right back.

"I'd like to see you try, Corazón."

"Alright, alright enough." Damian finally spoke up, ending Dom and I's momentary feud. "Why do you feel like death?"

"'Cause I don't feel good!" I whined, making grabby hands at the two of them, wanting to steal their heat through cuddles. Dom rushed over to sweep me up into a hug before Damian could, giggling at the nasty look Damian shot him as he did so.

"Why don't you feel good Mi Amor?" Damian asked me concerned, just trying to be helpful and get to the root of my problem.

"'Cause my nose is all stuffy and runny and I'm still freezing, even wearing two layers of sweatshirts, sweatpants, and fuzzy socks. And I have a headache And my throat hurts." I complained into Dom's chest.

Dom gently pulled me away from him to put the back of his hand on my forehead to check for a fever. He frowned after a second and turned around to address Damian, "Looks like our baby has a fever."

I was immediately pulled away from Dom and wrapped up in four blankets to "help break the fever" and pushed onto the couch by Damian as Dom went to go call Rhea and Finn and ask them what they should do for me. Rhea and Finn have always been the most responsible of us. The parents of the group if you will.

"I think you might have the flu then, Muñeca," Damien spoke softly, brushing my hair out of my face.

"Uggghhh," I groaned in annoyance, slumping forward to lay my forehead on his chest.

Damian gently pushed me forward to the back of the couch when his phone started ringing from the kitchen. He left to go grab it, pausing to give me a kiss on the forehead as he went.

I hummed and closed my eyes in contentment. I felt the couch shift underneath me, making me peel open an eye to see Dom now sitting next to me.

"Hey baby, you need anything?" He asked me, stroking my cheek with his thumb.

I took a second to think. "The TV remote and some soup?" I asked him hopefully.

"Anything for you," He smiled fondly, giving me a peck on the cheek as he got up. He passed me the remote before making his way into the kitchen.

As I flipped through the channels, trying to find something to watch, Damien walked back into the room with a box of soft lotion tissues.

"My lord and savior has arrived!" I shouted gleefully, throwing my hands up as I made grabby hands.

Damien just chuckled and set the box down in my lap before taking Dom's spot next to me.

I fell to the side so that I could curl up my legs, with my knees on Damian's thighs while my head rested on his shoulder.

"Rhea got you an appointment at the minute clinic in a couple hours okay?" Damian informed me.

I nodded my head sleepily as I continued on my quest for entertainment. "There's nothing to watch," I complained to Damian as I plucked a tissue from the box and began to blow my nose again.

"You poor thing," Damian cooed playfully, plucking the remote out of my hands. Before I could even protest, he'd changed it to one of my favorite shows.

I hummed in delight as I wiped my runny nose again, giving my undivided attention to the show.

We watched my show together for the next few minutes, the only thing breaking the silence was the occasional noise from the kitchen and the various noises from my nose.

Then Dom came back into the room with my soup. He placed it on the coffee table, giving me time to situate myself before taking the still-steaming bowl into my hands.

Taking the spoon out of the bowl I touched the tip of my tongue to it, seeing just how hot it was. Not hot enough for me to not eat it.

So, blowing on the soup in between intermissions of me blowing or wiping my nose, became my main focus for the next thirty minutes.

Until Rhea and Finn came home.

Finn is protective, just like my other two boys. Rhea, however, is so overprotective sometimes that it can get smothering. It's a good thing I love her.

"(Y/N)?" Rhea all but screamed throughout the house as soon as she opened the door.

"Living room!" I croaked out, my voice cracking so bad it was barely more than a whisper that sent both Dom and Damian into a fit of laughter.

They were laughing so hard they were bent over with tears in their eyes.

I slapped them both upside the head making them release their last final giggles before sitting back up just as Rhea walked in, Finn trailing right behind her with like 600 grocery bags.

She looked so worried about me that I genuinely started to feel bad for being sick. Placing my now empty bowl back onto the coffee table I held my arms out for her to come hug me.

Immediately, she lunged towards me jumping over the table and Damian to get to me. Half laying in my lap and half in Damian's, Rhea pulled me to her, letting me soak up all her warmth.

Having to maneuver around her, Dom and Damian both got up to go and help Finn bring in the groceries.

"Hey, Baby. How ya' feeling?" Rhea asked me softly, stroking my hairline with my thumb as she held my cheek in her palm.

"Blegh," I replied nasally. I slumped even further into her arms, putting all of my weight on her as she held me.

"I'm sorry baby," Rhea whispered into my hair as she kissed my forehead, her lips lingering to check my fever.

"'s not your fault," I spoke into her shoulder, starting to slur my words due to drowsiness.

She squeezed my shoulders as I climbed into her lap, curling in on myself as I laid against her chest, my head on her shoulder as I continued to watch TV.

I must've drifted off at some point as I was soon awoken by Finn shaking me.

"We've got your doctors appointment, love." He whispered gently to me.

"Fuck off," I groaned, turning my face into Rhea's neck so he couldn't see my face anymore. I felt Rhea chuckle from underneath me as she wrapped her arms around me and stood up.

Telling Finn to grab my shoes for her, she carried me bridal style out to the garage and gently placed me into the passenger seat of her truck.

Finn came around her to put my shoes on my feet as Rhea walked back inside, coming back with a box of tissues for me.

"Hope you feel better Darling," Finn told me, buckling me into the seat. Kissing my temple, he shut my door and walked around the truck to give Rhea a kiss as well before going back into the house.

Rhea got into the driver's seat and turned the car on as she put the box on the console next to us. She turned the music up, the familiar sound of Motionless in White playing in the background as I closed my eyes to get just a few more minutes of sleep in.

Once we had stopped and were parked I peeled my eyes open as Rhea gently shook me awake.

I unbuckled my seatbelt and shook my blanket off my shoulders and back onto the seat, having made the executive decision to leave it in the safety of my car.

Getting out, I met Rhea around the front, grabbing her outstretched hand and intertwining our fingers.

Rhea went and checked me in as I sat down in one of the uncomfortable plastic waiting chairs by the door. Rhea soon came and joined me, grabbing my hand.

She rubbed soothing circles in my hand with her thumb as I used my other hand to wipe my nose with a crumpled-up tissue.

"You still cold, baby?" Rhea asked me concerned.

I just nodded my head in response, my chin shaking a bit.

Rhea began to shrug out of her jacket which just made me feel bad. Before I could even start to protest, Rhea had already slipped the coat over my shoulders and told me to "shut the fuck up".

-Time Skip-

Apparently, the trip to the minute clinic had taken a lot out of me since as soon as I got in the car I was out cold again.

Being shaken awake yet again once we got home wasn't even that irritating anymore, I just held out my arms and Rhea carried me bridal style again into the house.

Walking in, the house was dark. I didn't hear anything either. I figured the boys must have gone out or fallen asleep somewhere until Finn slunk out of the shadows to greet us, startling me.

"Hey, love. We heard that you officially have the flu." Finn greeted me sympathetically. I nodded sleepily, stumbling towards him with my arms out for a hug. Catching me before I could fall, Finn continued into my ear, "We have a little surprise for you upstairs."

Confused, I pulled my head off his chest to look him in the eye, "What?"

"Come on," He told me softly, grabbing my hand to lead me upstairs. I turned around towards Rhea only to see her smiling knowingly as she followed us up the stairs.

Walking through our shared bedroom into the master bath, I saw both Dom and Damian waiting for me in the bathroom. There were candles around the tub and several on the counter lighting up the dark room. The bathtub was filled with bubbles and a sweet, fruity, aroma filled the room.

I started to tear up as my boys greeted me and began to help me get in.

The four of them helped bathe me, helping me to relax, while the hot water and essential oils worked to clear my sinuses.

After my bath, they helped me take my medicine before the five of us all climbed into bed together. I may feel like death, but luckily for me, they're my life.

[dollivication]

💗NON IS BACK AND IVE BROUGHT SPARDA BRAIN ROT!!! we have established icky grandpa Sparda holding you on his thigh, touching places he shouldnt be !! Hes jus so calm and casual about running his big hand up your shirt, up and down your thighs or over the small of your back that even if you DO know better, its hard to push him away !!!

If youre Vergils kid i think he would be jelly..’IM their father, they r MINE’ !! telling grandpapa sparda to BACK OFF but ofc Sparda only laughs at the threat and keeps going. When u visit hes so happy..tea with honey and cookies while u sit in his lap and he spreads your legs <33 if youre good, he’ll fuck you with his fingers (very gently ofc, he doesnt want to hurt his beloved grandchild!!) while kissing the top of ur head and inhaling your scent :33

i THINK if yuu r Dantes kid and dante finds out he would find it funny..even more so if youre the one to tell him, he laughs it off and pats ur back. Silly you!!! Ickiness runs in the family!! Mayb he WOULD be a lil miffed if he finds out his papa got to touch yu like this before him, but i think (Sparda being the family man he is) wouldnt take your virginity from you, thats a privilege reserved for yur daddy!! (Not to say he wont prepare you, gently rubbing along your cunt and rubbing your clit while explaining yu what to expect…)

I think even Icky sparda is still a loving, gentle guy..i think his ickiness would stem more from love and not lust (cough cough DANTE..) !!

— Sorry if this doesnt fit w the mood we got going on here (◞ ⸝⸝ ◟ ) 💗NON SIGNING OFF!!!

THIS FIT LITERALLY EVERYTHING WE HAD GOING ON. FRET NOT 💗NON I AM LITERALYH TNDNFNGNHMHRJSJDJC IM TWEAKINGOUT IM TWEAKING

💗non you are my literal flood in a drought INFUCKING LOVE OLD MAN DICK I LOVE SPARDA DICK!!!!! that icky old old man….

sparda is a firm believer in slow & steady wins the race… epitome of gentle when it comes to his loved 1s he hates rushing into stuff, which obviously he applies to his grandbabies!!!! he’s just soso loving and caring towards you, it almost feels natural for him to be touching you in a way no family member should ૮꒰ ˶> ༝ <˶꒱ა !!! UHGHHGGYOU ARE SOSOSRIGHT 💗NON WE WRE LITERALLY ON THE SAME BRAINWAVE

vergy will be absolutely FLOORED at the fact that his dad is touching HIS kid laik wtf the audacity???…. he is going to be in absolute shambles if you prefer sparda’s way of doing things 2 LMFAO he’s going to be so petty. he’ll fuck you rough to prove himself, and be confused when you go crying to sparda abt how mean he was… and even at his grown ass age his PUNISHMENT will be being forced to watch sparda fuck you with so much tenderness. and he can’t do anything because. that’s his dad…. and sparda says he needs to learn how to treat you properly.. UGGGHHH

DANTE IS MORE RELAXED ABOUT IT YES!!! his literal mindset is “grandpa touches you weirdly?? wtf! it should’ve been me.. (◞‸◟).. anyways dw abt it its normal<3” LMFOAOOSDKF at least you’re getting along with your peepaw!! AND YOURE SO RIGHT ABOUT SPARDA PREPARING YOU TO GET FUCKED BY YOUR DAD!!! OHYMGOSHHSRG

the typa guy to walk you through the whole process of what’s gonna happen.. he knows it can be scary! but he’ll tell you that your dad loves you as much as he does and that it’s something you should look forward to! the language he uses w yew is so careful as well,, all while teasing your slick hole.. SIGHS… (＞人＜;)

icky sparda is still… strangely honorable… he loves his family soso mauch he thinks it’s completely okay to show it in unique ways tew :3 even encourages his family to not exactly fuck each other but make love do you get what i mean… idk he’s as icky as he is as proud of everywan HELEOFG

[stevetonyweekly]

SteveTony Weekly - Jan 28st - Week 4

Hey, friends and Stevetony lovers! I actually got to read quite a bit this week which was surprising looking back at my list? Anyway. Enjoy it, and be sure to leave a comment/kudos for the author! 

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Masked and Anonymous by panickyintheuk

“When Mr. Stark opened the door, he had his shirt untucked, and no shoes on. It was evening, and it was his own apartment, and Steve was dropping by unannounced, so that was all really fair enough, but it was also the least put-together Steve had ever seen him."

Steve drops in on Avengers benefactor Mr. Stark, but it seems that Mr. Stark was expecting him.

This was so cute, Steve was so excited and confused and Tony was just--uggghhh. I loved it. 

Found the place to rest my head by nanasekei

There was blood in the corner of Steve’s mouth.

A tiny slice of hurt/comfort with Tony taking care of Steve? Yes please. 

Good Luck Charm by BlossomsintheMist

Steve’s been reckless on the battlefield lately, and gets himself hurt. Tony worries over him. Steve pines over Tony. Things go unspoken, but they still manage to be there for each other all the same. Maybe what they've always had is still as strong as it always was, after all.

I love how gentle Tony was with Steve AND how hurt Steve was. So often he’s untouchable, and him explicitly responding to pain was a lot and very lovely. 

The Fight by elwenyere

Steve gets himself kidnapped, and Tony is not happy about it.

Always a sucker for the pining idiots in love who only realize it when the other is in danger.

Demon in a Bottle by AvengersNewB

Young alpha Tony Stark picks up his omega, Steve Rogers, from his dad's place, bruised and battered, and he has to do his best to protect his omega from the harms of abusive alcoholic parents.

I don’t read omega Steve often, but this was really well done. 

Transcendental Blues by Carsonian

The best place to be after an argument with your partner is in the collapsed ruins of a building. Having said partner as your only company and being mortally wounded is an especial bonus.

For the prompt fill: trapped together while one of them is injured

This ends very bittersweet? So go into it with your eyes open on that aspect. But it was lovely. 

Limit by Saber_Wing

Steve straightened and took a few steps forward, working his way toward a pile of twisted metal that looked slightly more lethal than its surrounding compatriots. Someone could really hurt themselves on that. Sweat poured off him in buckets, and he blinked it out of his eyes, shaking his head, as if to shoo a fly away.

Big mistake. Steve’s head swam in a way it hadn’t in years, and his vision blurred before he blinked it away, dazed, light-headed, more than a little stunned. He stumbled over a jagged piece of rock; limbs heavy, movements sluggish.

Oh. Oh, wow, he was dizzy.

Steve overworks himself. Tony is not pleased.

So often we see Steve taking care of Tony when he’s overworked himself and putting limits on his work, and this is so good because it flips that dynamic and Tony’s so sweet and angry and worried. 

End Racism in the OTW - Hypotenuse by derryderrydown

Steve breaks up with Tony because he's in love with Iron Man. That's when things start to get complicated.

This was such lovely identity porn, plus the whole Iron Man fucking Steve was. Yeah. THAT never gets old. 

If You Never Say Your Name Out Loud To Anyone by theladyingrey42

Sometimes, Steve has panic attacks.

Or at least he used to. Nowadays, he mostly just has conversations with Tony Stark.

These two taking care of each other. I’ve been reading it for years now and I still can’t get enough. 

All That Is Merry & Bright by askaniblue 

Steve isn't Captain America anymore and he isn't an Avenger, but when he stops by the Tower for some intel he stumbles into the Avengers holiday party. He knows he should leave, but everything keeps pulling him in.

Look. I am such a sucker for Steve as America’s Top Cop and absolutely miserable, while Tony pines and misses him and knows exactly what he needs. That’s pretty niche, I’ll admit, but it’s one of my favorite dynamics and this was PERFECT. 

From You I Cannot Hide by SailorChibi

Being a sub isn’t the worst thing in the world. Being a sub who doesn’t like pain, well. That’s just weird. A sub’s sole responsibility in life is to be anything and everything a dom wants, an open canvas for a dom’s brush, malleable and sweet. Obie taught him that, and that fear ultimately tears him and Pepper apart. So Tony hides his dirty secret and doesn’t sub for anyone now. But that doesn’t stop him from wanting.

I’ve read this before and I still love it. Tony is so damaged and Steve’s patience with him is just. Lovely. 

in the storm, we stay clear by Thahire 

Beside him, Tony’s getting comfortable, too, unknotting his tie with one hand, the other tapping away on his phone. The light from his phone illuminates his profile. Steve forces his gaze way when he realizes he’s been staring at Tony’s mouth for a solid five seconds.

It’s going to be a long wait.

Steve and Tony's car breaks down in the middle of nowhere. It leads to some misunderstandings and then finally some long overdue conversations.

I really love how, finally, trapped together, they communicate. 

We All Need Somebody to Lean On by tnystrk3000

Summary: 5 times Tony fell asleep during movie night and the 1 time he didn’t

Takes place a few weeks/months after the Battle of New York, 2012.

This is such classic 2012 team as family and bonding. I love it, love seeing it in this, 2024. Never change, fam. 

5 times tony indulges steve's strength kink + 1 time he doesn't mean to by meidui

Steve really appreciates how strong Tony is.

It’s always Tony appreciating Steve’s strength, so this was a very nice role reversal. 

Tinsel Rings by NotEvenCloseToStraight

On New Years Eve, an attempt at one-upping Justin Hammer goes awkwardly wrong and Tony suddenly has to come up with a fake fiancee at a moment's notice.

Thankfully Steve Rogers is gorgeous enough and sweet enough to get the job done.

Ahh, Tony getting himself into a mess and find something lasting on accident is perfect. 

***Truth or Dare, Do or Die by itsallAvengers

Honestly? He'd brought this whole debacle upon himself. It was Friends With Benefits rule 101: whatever you do, don't get attached. Don't become too familiar. And do not, under any circumstances, fall in love.

Tony Stark had always been a bit shit at following rules, though.

Hanahaki disease in a way I’d never seen it? Two idiots pining? Soft absolutely smitten Steve? Check, check, check. I loved this so fucking much.

The Most Amazing Things (Some Terrible Lie) by copperbadge

Tony's decision not to reveal his identity as Iron Man to the world was shrewd and calculated. Too bad it's about to backfire on him like a Jericho missile.

I am actually a big fan of Tony not revealing he’s Iron Man in the MCU, and this one is so incredibly well done. 

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Phantom of my Soul

Terzo x fem!reader

A/N: uggghhh this took me so long because of writers block but I love how it turned out! There's sooo much smiling in this one but I just want him to be happy okay 😭 hope you enjoy!

~Fi 🪻

Warnings: none, just fluff with some angsty elements, Terzo being insecure about his neck scar :(

Word count: 4.69k (hehe)

Italian was translated with Google

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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The beautifully crafted stained windows of the abbey were throwing colorful shapes on your face as you walked down the stone hall. You could hear nothing but your shoes on the stone, which was odd considering it looked like a lovely spring day outside. You had expected to hear a bird song or a lost bumblebee buzzing through the cold hallway, but there was nothing. Strange.

The air was thick, like a fog almost. As you continued your stride through the old church, you noticed a little crack on one of the windows. Stepping closer to insepct it further, the crack began to grow, eating its way through the glass.

The shrill sound of the cracks cutting their way through the finely made motives made your ears hurt. You took a step back when the cracking became even louder and tiny glass shards started flying. With a loud shatter the window broke to pieces.

Ducking, you shielded your face with your arms, hoping to get some protection from the sharp shards of glass flying at you. You managed to to keep your face without scratches but your arms were less fortunate. Tiny cuts adorned your skin. It definitely could've been worse, so you were lucky. For now.

You had expected to see the blooming courtyard on the other side but were instead met with an unsettling gloom. But it wasn't outisde.. it was like a door or a portal of some sorts. Like a tear in the fabric of reality. You were drawn to it somehow, yet it evoked an unsettling feeling in your stomach.

You stepped closer starring into the deep void. Hesitantly reaching out your hand, you carefully touched the gloom and the deep purple smoke clung to your skin. You tried shaking it off your hand, to no avail. Then just second later it seemed to have vanished into thin air. Stepping even closer you curiously gazed into the window before you. Suddenly, you were met with a pair of eyes. You stumbled backwards, wanting to scream but the air got caught in your throat and all you could manage was a wrangled gasp.

The eyes were starring right into your soul it felt like. One a piercing green, the other a blinding white. A dark gloved hand slowly reached its way out of the smoke, the mysterious eyes never leaving yours. You glanced at the hand, up at the eyes again and decided maybe it was time to go. You bunched up your dress and ran down the now dark hallway. Panting heavily, tears welled up in your eyes. What on earth was that? Did you even want to know?  Curiously the stone hall only seemed to be getting... longer? It kept stretching further and further and panic bubbled up in your chest.

Quickly looking behind you, you could see that a second hand had now emerged from the window, gripping the stone frame, seemingly wanting to pull out whatever the hell was inside of it. A sharp pain shot into your head making you halt your sprint, holding your head in your hands. You groaned, stumbling to the side and supporting yourself on the cold stone walls.

"Amore mio.." a deep voice whsipered. It was as terrifying as it was oddly comforting. Tears were running down your cheeks. What was that? You quickly pushed yourself off the wall and used all your remaining strength to make it out of this damned church.

Finally, the door was getting closer. That beautiful, heavenly, ornate door that would be your way out of here. Just as you were about to cross the threshold, the heavy door slammed shut, leaving only darkness.

You shot up from your bed, gasping for air. You were heaving, placing a hand on your chest to hopefully get some air and you quickly looked around, hoping you weren't in that terrifying abbey anymore. Some of your hair was sticking to your forehead and your sheets were drenched with sweat. "It was just.. a nightmare.." you mumbled, trying to calm yourself. You'd finally registered that you were in your room, letting out a relieved sigh. "Just a nightmare.." you whispered to yourself.

Brushing some of your hair out of your face, you laid back against your pillows. You should try to get some sleep. That was one hell of a nightmare after all. As soon as you closed your eyes, you saw that hallway again. The shattered window, the smoke. Those eyes. Annoyed, you rolled over on your side and pulled the covers up to your nose. But no matter how hard you tried, you just couldn't sleep. There was so much on your mind.

Not to mention it was like someone was whispering into your ear everytime you closed your eyes. Like they were in your head. You let out a frustrated sigh and slipped out of your bed, putting on a robe. You lit a candle and made your way to your bookshelf. There had to be a book about that church. Or at least a mention, you just had to find something.

You skimmed through your selection of books and a black leather-bound one caught your attention. Putting down the candle, you pulled out the book and blew off some of the dust that had settled on the cover. The dust had hidden a shimmering, golden title that read 'The Emeritus bloodline and the ecclesia impiorum'

Emeritus? Emeritus.. Emeritus! Of course! You had heard stories of this bloodline. They were typically told by mothers to keep their nosy children away from the abandoned building but maybe there was some truth to these stories.

They were said to have ruled over the land surrounding the ecclesia impiorum, which you assumed was the old cathedral not far from here. Which, in retrospect, looked a whole lot like the abbey from your nightmare. At least what you could tell from the drawings. Then again, don't all churches look the same? Your brows furrowed. Weren't they all dead? This didn't make sense.

You opened the book, being met with a family tree of sorts. Your eyes widened at how many people this bloodline entailed. A long scroll of paper fell out of the book, revealing even more relatives of this family. Oh my God, why were there so many of them?! Shaking your head, you continued searching the book for more information about the church and anything that could be useful to explain the dream you had. After what felt like hours, you shut the book.

You paced around your room, arms folded in front of your chest, frustrated. There had to be an explanation for this. The book didn't help your search but instead introduced some very odd concepts and customs to you. Like the one of the so-called 'prime mover'. The maternal 'mate' of the current ruler. Whatever that meant.  And some of them were.. strangely detailed. The grounds the abbey stood on were supposedly cursed. You wanted it to be paranoid superstition but after that nightmare... you weren't so sure.

You did find out some things about the late leader of the ecclesia impiorum. A rather.. scary looking fella called Terzo. His face was painted to resemble a skull. Which was a theme in his family after looking at the ancestry and examining a multitude of paintings printed in the book. As well as the differently colored eyes... hm. He was the third in his branch of the bloodline and last 'Papa' of the church, at least at the time the book was written. He was also decapitated for some reason, that the book didn't deem important enough to mention.

You placed a hand on your throat and swallowed. That couldn't have been a nice way to go. You looked back down at the book. This couldn't be it. Maybe you missed something. You sat down at your writing desk, opening the book again. You carefully looked at every single page to make sure you didn't miss anything. And what do you know, you had missed an entire chapter. Strange.. It's like it just.. appeared. It was about rituals, all different kinds, and surprisingly, most of them were way less bloody than you had anticipated. Some of them even mentioned... Ghosts? Oh, great. God, you really hoped you didn't have to deal with any ghosts.

A good amount of the later pages were ripped out of the book. You groaned, resting your head on the book. Were spirits and entities messing with your head or had you just hit it too hard on something as child? You didn't know. But you had to do something. That dream just wouldn't leave you alone, no matter how hard you tried to distract yourself. It was burned into your mind.

After some more nervous pacing in your room, you had decided to investigate for yourself. This was probably one of the dumbest ideas you've ever had but you needed answers.

Taking your trusty candle, you snuck out of your room, quietly closing the door behind you. You made your way down the grand staircase and across the marble foyer. There was chill in the air, a breeze carrying in a few leaves as you pulled open the heavy entrance door. You wrapped your free arm around yourself. You should've brought a coat.

There was a bumpy, dirt road leading to the church. The closer you got, the more you felt at ease. You couldn't explain it, but it was like it was calling you. Luring you in. It felt like you were carried by the wind because you blinked once and were now met with the terrifying presence of the ecclesia impiorum. But.. you just left your house? What.. your mind began to fog up, like a haze had been put on you. Your mind was screaming at you not to open those doors but run back home, where you were safe and warm. But your body just kept moving closer, arm reaching out to pull open the heavy door. You stepped inside. "This is a horrible idea.." you whispered to yourself. Your entire body tensed up the moment you set a foot into this abbey.

Looking around, this hallway looked almost exactly like the one from your dream, just.. older. There were missing bricks, cracks in the stone and cobwebs in every corner. The beautiful windows were now dusty and dull, compared to the vibrant glass you had seen in your nightmare.

But the strangest part was you had never been here. How could your mind have know what the ecclesia impiorum looked like from the inside?

Stepping in further, the wind blew through the cracks in the stone, making an unsettling noise. Then, with a loud bang, the door slammed shut. You shrieked, dropping your candle. You scrambled, trying to pick it back up before the flame died, and you'd be alone in the darkness. Luckily, you were fast enough, and the flame had survived the fall.

Scanning the hall with the candle, your movements halted when you saw glass shards on the floor. Your blood ran cold, and all the color drained from your face. No.. how was this possible? It was just a dream. Right? You couldn't explain this. Could anyone? What was all this? You backed away, tears stinging in your eyes and your breathing beginning to speed up.

Lost in a spiral of thoughts, you were ripped out of them when you felt a warm breath on your neck. Your eyes snapped wide open and you let out a blood curdling scream. Practically jumping away from whatever the hell that was, you turned around and were met with a dark figure. "Hello, amorina" it said, the voice shaking you to your core.

You couldn't move, you couldn't talk, you could barely breathe. All you could do was take in this mysterious man in front of you. His black hair was messy, his face painted. A deep purple vest, embroided with swirly patterns hugged his figure. He was wearing a black shirt with big sleeves and ruffles around the wrist underneath it. Black gloves, a cape and some golden accessories adorned him. Then you met his eyes. His eyes. They were the eyes you saw in your nightmare. Without a doubt. You took him in, scanning across his face and then down his neck.

Hands clasping together over your mouth you gasped. There was a giant scar on his neck, shimmering in a beautiful golden color. Yep. You had lost your mind. You couldn't comprehend what you were seeing. He was Terzo Emeritus. He was supposed to be six feet under with his head chopped off. Your fight or flight response kicked in and you took off. Sprinting away from the third Papa of the ecclesia impiorum. But before you could make it far, you ran right into his arms. You grunted as your face hit his chest.

You were panting and panicking, quickly running off into the other direction. You were, once again, stopped by Terzo. He grabbed your wrist and said some things you couldn't understand, you were set on prying your wrist from his grasp. Scratching at his arm and pulling your entire body weight in the other direction trying to get your wrist free, but he didn't move an inch.

Tears began spilling out of your eyes. "L-Let me go!!" You sobbed. You were so tired, having used up all of your strength at this point. Sinking to the floor, you continued sobbing. His grip on your wrist loosened, and he sunk to the floor next to you. You looked up at him through your teary eyes. "Perdonami, amore mio," he whsipered, rather softly at that. "W-What..?" you questioned, trying to catch your breath.

"I ,eh, lose my temper sometimes. It's not easy being back from the dead, amorina." You blinked a few times, then scrambled away from him. You were talking to a dead man. "You're dead! You're supposed to be dead! Why aren't you dead?!" You screamed. Terzo looked offended. "That's not very nice" he mumbled grumpily.

Terzo got up, barely taking a step towards you when you spoke. "You take one more step in my direction and I swear to god I will kill you with a candle." He defensively put his hands up. "Now you better explain why you're standing in front of me instead of being in a dusty coffin" you fumed.

You were still sitting on the cold stone floor right underneath the shattered window. You had sneakily grabbed a larger glass shard in case Mister fancy pants was to pull any funny buisness. He sighed defeatedily.

"I guess I do owe you an explanation. But first, let us move to something a little more comfortable, yes?"

You eyed him suspiciously.

Nonetheless you followed him through the dark hallways. You definitely shouldn't follow strange men who were suppose to be dead but you trusted him somehow. It was very odd. Considering everything that has happened so far you were surprised how calm you were around him.

You had reached something that looked like a study. "Please, sit." He gestured to a purple velvet sofa, a soft smile on his face. Terzo took a seat across from you on a matching velvet chair. He cleared his throat and intertwined his hands and placed them in his lap. "You are right, I am supposed to be dead. I got.. betrayed.. by my own flesh and blood. But, It seems that your presence on these grounds has somehow, eh,  brought me back?"

He wasn't sure how this happened. This shouldn't happen. It's impossible. You looked at him with a slightly shocked expression on your face. It took you a minute before you had organized your thoughts and spoke. "So what you're saying is that my snooping around in this old abbey has magically brought you back from the dead and reattached your head?"

Your last few words have seemed to struck a nerve as his face fell and he reached to his throat. Your eyes widened as you realized what you had just said. "I-I apologize. I didn't mean to be so insensitive.." you apologized, looking down into your lap. Terzo gave you a sad smile. "Eh, it's quite alright, amorina." He assured you. A small smile spread on your face as you looked up at him. You just noticed how handsome he looked in the dim light that the few candles in the study provided. His eyes were filled with kindness. He was peculiar. Who knows, maybe that comes with being back from the realm of the dead.

Your brows furrowed as you pondered a question. "What is on your mind, hm?" Terzo's voice broke you out of your thoughts. "Why me?" You questioned, looking at him. "I'm not special." Terzo hummed in acknowledgment. "Maybe, amore mio, that's where you're wrong," he said, his voice smooth like honey. You were deep in thought again, trying to come up with a reasonable explanation for why it was you that brought him back.

Terzo couldn't help but admire you. You looked so cute with your brows pulled together, lightly chewing on your lip. Your eyes lit up as the book came to your mind

. "The book!" You exclaimed. "What book?" He questioned. "The one about your family! I found it on my bookshelf. It said something about a 'prime mover'. Do you know anything about that, Terzo?" You asked him, hoping he could shed some light on this situation. It was his family after all.

Terzo stiffened and he cleared his throat uncomfortably. You could've sworn you saw the faint hint of a blush on his cheeks. "W-well.. I do know about that but, eh, " he rubbed the back of his neck, " it's quite.. a lot to take in, amorina" Terzo smiled nervously. You looked unimpressed and crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"Spill"

He swalloed hard, not wanting to scare you off.

"The prime mover is something like a soul mate, you see. The Papa and the prime mover have a special bond. They're souls are connected. The soul is not, eh, bound to any realm, it's free to do as it pleases. And if they don't find to another they keep searching." He explained.

Terzo cleared his throat after seeing your surprised face. Your were lost for words. He was right, it was a lot to take in. Was your strange dream his soul trying to reach out to you? You were supposed to be this man's soul mate? You didn't even know the guy! Not to forget the fact he's supposed to be dead.

But it would explain why the nightmare didn't let you sleep peacefully. Why you were so eager to find out what it meant. Why you felt so drawn to this church. And drawn to him. He was handsome, there was no denying that. Actually, the more and longer you looked at him, the prettier he seemed.

He had treated you with nothing but kindness and gentleness. His voice broke you out of your trance. God, his voice. "Dolcezza? Are you alright?" He questioned with worry being evident in his voice. He had moved to sit next to you on the velvet sofa, taking your hands in his. His face displayed his worry as he searched for any indicator of emotion in your eyes.

Internally, Terzo was a nervous wreck. He hoped you didn't resent him for this. That you would turn him away and despise him for the rest of eternity. It would break his heart. You were the most beautiful being to exist to him. You had enchanted him. It was unexplainable to him. He'd met you not long ago but felt like he'd known you forever. He knew your soul, your heart and your mind. "I.. I think I am, yes. It's a lot but.. it makes sense now" you smiled quietly. Terzo gave you a small smile back that melted its way into your heart right away. "It does, doesn't it, amorina?" He chuckled. You nodded, a blush on your cheeks.

Both of you just sat there for a while in comfortable silence, enjoying eachothers company. Terzo spoke, breaking the silence. You were almost upset as you enjoyed just sitting with him but as soon as his lovely voice hit your ears all was forgotten.

"Would you care for a walk, amore mio?" He asked, slightly looking down at you. "I would love that, Terzo" you smiled. He offered you his arm, leading you through the old stone halls, past the chapel and the altar room until you had reached the garden. It was absolutely magnificent, the moonlight shining on the different colored petals and reflecting off the small stream running past the ecclesia impiorum.

You let go off his arm and gasped. "It's beautiful" you beamed. Terzo couldn't help but smile. "You should see it during the day. The colors are much more, eh,  vibrant. But I have to admit, it doesn't look bad with all these stellas shining upon it." He spoke.  Terzo looked up at the stars and the moon high up in the sky and you could've died right there. He was so beautiful in the moonlight.

But the light also revealed the glistening, golden line running along his neck. Your heart clenched at the thought of the horrible thing they'd done to him. Those thoughts were quickly replaced when Terzo gave you a toothy smile.  He took your hand without a word and pulled you into a dance. Placing one hand on your waist and holding your hand rightly in his he started guiding you.

He hummed an unfirmiliar tune and swayed you to the rhythm. You layed your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes. This was so peaceful. Him humming a beautiful melody, dancing with you underneath the moon with a slight breeze giving you a chill. "Per favore non lasciarmi mai, amore mio.. " he mumbled to himself. "hm?" You looked up at him.

"Nothing, amorina.." he smiled, stroking your hair. Terzo went back to swaying both of you. You two stayed like this for a while until you gently moved his hand from yours and placed it on your waist so you could put yours on his chest. Your hands made your way to his shirt collar which started dragging down to reveal his scar. Terzo eyes widened as he realized what you were doing.

"Amore-" he took one of his hands off your waist trying to stop you. You gently grabbed his wrist and placed your other hand on his cheek.

"Please" you pleaded. Terzo's eyes soften as he let you lower his hand back down. You pulled him closer by his shoulders and let your lips ghost over his neck. You went along his scar and up his jaw. He let out a small groan as you made your way back down to his scar, kissing and sucking his skin.

His hands tightend on your waist and as he let his head fall back. You pulled away, your lips slightly swollen, Terzo panting.

"I love your scar, Terzo" you whispered.

"Amorina, I.. it's hideous-" he sighed, letting his head fall forward.

You couldn't stand hearing him talk about himself like that, it broke your heart. You took his face in your hands.

"No. It's beautiful. Just like you." You assured him.

Becoming teary eyed, he placed a gloved hand an top of yours and smiled at you. "You're perfect amore" he muttered, before pulling you in to kiss your lips.

They were so soft. You never wanted him to stop kissing you. Fireworks were going off in your heart. It's strange what can happen in just one night. You pulled him closer by his neck and he slightly dipped you. He pulled away and admired you in all your glory. Your lips stained by his paints, chest panting. He quite literally took your breath away. He stroked your cheek.

"sei il mio sole, dolcezza.." he whispered. "I don't know what that means, but I'm sure you're right" you smiled, making him chuckle.

"I love you, amore mio"

"I love you too, Terzo"

With one final kiss you two were united. Lips to lips. Heart to heart. Soul to soul.

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Ecclesia impiorum = church of the unholy

amore mio = my love

amorina = little love

dolcezza = sweetness

Perdonami = Excuse me

Per favore non lasciarmi mai = please don't ever leave me

Sei il mio sole = you're my sun

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SIMILAR!| MIGUEL O’HARA

★ Miguel O’Hara x Black fem anti-hero! [OC]

★ Before reading: I don’t speak Spanish, sorry for any mistakes made.

—Synopsis: A new face suddenly arrives at Nueva York, working at Alchemax, catching Miguel O’Hara’s eye and helping the Spider Society with catching villains and anomalies..well sort of.

previous: –three.

–four.

MIGUEL’S POV

“Ah fuck!” Wrenley came again, I didn’t keep count. She trembled her way off my dick, leaving that satisfying ring of white cream near the base of my dick.

“Aw, where are you going?” I leaned my chest into her back, my large arms enveloping her smaller body and my dick throbbing against her ass.

“Nowhere.” She breathed out, not turning around to face me.

“Then come again for me.” I whispered into her ear. “Can’t you give me another one? Just one more, cariño.”

“I can give you more than one more.” She spoke with a breathless voice, but I could hear that cocky tone of hers.

“Are you always this cocky?” I squeezed her ass.

She moaned out. “Always.” She turned her head to face me. “Let me get on top.”

I smirked, lowering my lids. “I’m all yours.” I positioned myself against her headboard.

She crawled on top of me, grabbing my dick and positioning it to enter her. “Oh..” She eased her way down on it, her hands squeezing my shoulders to balance herself.

“Come on, move, you wanted to do this.” I smacked her ass and chuckled.

She shot me a glare. “C-can I adjust to the size of it? It’s pretty big.”

Something about that aroused me even more. “You’re never had a dick this big?” My hands traveled up her lower back, bringing her closer to me.

“No comment, now shut up and let me fuck you.”

I smiled uncontrollably. “Have your way with me.”

Her hips rose, an airy moaned leaving her mouth. She slammed back down, my hips bucking into hers.

“Just like that, baby.” I squeezed her ass with one hand. “Doing so good, taking this big dick so well, baby.” My other hand held the back of her neck, bringing her closer to me.

She was gorgeous, I could watch her body move all day. Her tits bounced so perfectly, her face overwhelmed in pleasure, my dick bulged in her stomach— fuck, she was perfect.

She cried, clawing at my chest. “Oh my God!”

My brows furrowed while I bit my lip. “Shit.”

She bounced on my dick at a fast rhythm, never pausing once. She was really working for it.“Miguel.” She moaned. “Miguel, oh fuck.” Her hair hid that pretty face.

Using both of my hands, I moved the hair out of her face, grabbing her face so she can look at me. “So damn pretty.”

Her eyes closed. “Sh-shut up.”

I struggled out a chuckle. “Bouncing on my dick with that pretty face and pretty pussy.”

Her lips roughly met mine, so hungry for a taste of me. So fucking desperate.

She squatted, now using her feet to help her ride me.

“Wren— fuck!” I wrapped my arms tightly around her, thrusting myself into her.

“I-I’m cumming, I’m cumming!” Her nails dug into my back, but fuck— it hurt so damn good.

“Cum with me, cariño—gonna fill you with all of me.” I whispered into her ears.

She began trembling, her legs shook uncontrollably.

“Yes, there you go.” I continued thrusting, holding her body close to mine.

She was so fucking hot, it didn’t take long for me to cum. I spilled everything into her, squeezing her into my chest, both of us a panting mess.

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I sat at my desk, my head in my hands, rethinking all of the decisions I made last night.

I woke up naked in Wrenley’s bed, with hickeys and scratches all over me. She was on top of me, also naked, fast asleep. I put all my clothes on as quickly and quietly as I could, and hightailed my ass out of there. It was a surprise to see my car parked out there, I don’t remember driving last night.

“So you turned me off to stick it in her?” Lyla sat in a little holographic chair and eyed me.

“No—that’s not, uggghhh!” I was frustrated.

How did I end up sleeping with her? Not that I hated it, but fuck, it had to be her? What was I doing? I willingly did it, but the alcohol might’ve gave me that extra push.

The click of heels pulled me out of my thoughts. Lyla disappeared and Wrenley strutted in. She wore pants today, and her hair was down, maybe to hide those hickeys I gave her.

“Good morning, O’Hara.” She shot me a glance and kept on walking to her desk. She glowed more than usual.

I cleared my throat and replied. “Good morning, Ms. Myers.” My eyes never left her as she walked over to her desk.

“Wow, you’re so obvious, Miguel.” Lyla teased.

I shook my head and looked back at my monitor.

Her small laugh made me glance over at her. “Yeah.” She bit down on her brown painted lips, holding the phone close to her ear. “How sweet of you, I’m here waiting.” She laughed again, then hung up.

Who could possibly have her laughing like that?

We exchanged no words, only sat in silence, typing on our computers.

So do we act like nothing happened last night?

“Good morning.” Otto the intern, smiled brightly, walking in with a folder and a cup of coffee.

“Morning..?” I rose a brow, watching him.

“Hi Otto.” She stood up, coming around from her desk to..hug him?

Was he the one on the phone with her?

Lyla commented. “Oh, you’re jealous.”

“I am not.” I whispered, not peeling my eyes away from those two.

“I brought you coffee.” He said nervously, handing it to her.

She placed a hand on his chest. “Such a darling, thank you.”

I gritted.

“Here’s the files like you wanted.”

She sipped her coffee and batted her lashes. “Just what I needed, you’re so sweet.”

He smiled at her praise.

I could throw up.

If only he knew how I had her crying out my name last night, begging me to slow down, kissing and sucking all over her.

“See you at lunch.” He walked pass my desk and left the lab.

“Here you go, these are copies of the files for the test subjects we’re trying the cure on today.” I didn’t even realize she was in front of me.

I took the files, looking through them. “So you just bang anyone?”

“I’m sorry?”

I looked up at her. “Did you fuck him?”

She chuckled, putting a hand on her hip. “Who? Otto?”

Don’t play dumb.

“Yes.” I replied.

“Since when does my sex life concern you?” She looked me in the eyes.

“When I became apart of it.” I answered. “So last night, we were both drunk.”

She breathed out. “Yeah..we were drunk, I just needed to relive some stress. Don’t worry about me carrying your kid, I’m on the pill.”

That was honestly the least of my concerns. “Okay, thanks.”

She smirked and leaned on my desk. “Kinda rude to leave without leaving a note or something.”

“Sorry about that, I was just confused in the moment.” I apologized. “And I enjoyed it, by the way.”

She smiled, moving closer. “So did I, pretty nice stress reliever.”

I squeezed my thigh.

“I could say the same thing myself.” I leaned in, my eyes focused on her lips.

“Um, hello, we’re here to take the cure.” A lady in a face mask stood by the door with two other women.

We both pulled away, as if we weren’t about to kiss.

“Please, come in.” I smiled, getting out of my seat.

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Next part: –five.

[askyuuandco]

Twst Incorrect Quotes 12

Jack: you were looking for hate. Wait a go =>=

Ruggie: Shut up punk! Instead of being mister funny man why don't you try being Mister help a brother go jump a anotha brother and get his chain back! Man I gotta find a way to get it before Leona finds out >:'(

Jack: Ruggie let the chain go. If Leona wants it back he can handle it =-=

Ruggie: then he'll think I'm a punk and kick me out the crew >:(

Jack: It's just rocks and metal it's only worth what your willing to give up for it. Is it worth getting hurt again? /=-=/

Ruggie: yeah!

Jack: going to jail? =-=

Ruggie: yep!

Jack: getting killed? =-=

Ruggie: Yes sir!

Jack: kissing a man >w>

Ruggie: yeah yeah! *realization* WAIT NO! O////O

Jack: woaahhhhh. I mean kissing a man. I mean if it feels natural and that's what your into I mean- >u>

Ruggie: No that don't count! That's a do over! I didn't know you were going to say that! >///A///<'///

Jack: guess you really want that chain back. >w>

Ruggie: NO! THE ANSWER IS NO!!! D:<

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Crewel: OH! I hate Head Master! Yuu go change your clothes and mow the lawn >:(

Yuu: why do I always have to cut the grass =-=

Human Grim: Achoo! Achoo! I can not stop sneezing! Achoo!

Crewel: Grim's got allergies >:( *walks away*

Human Grim: *smug face as Crewel leaves* >:D

Yuu: *death glare* >:(

Human Grim: you just mad cause you didn't think of it first

Yuu: *kicks Grim in the face*

Human Grim: OW! *falls on the floor*

Yuu: *leaves to get dressed*

Human Grim: That ain't hurt punk ;-;

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Floyd: *puts coins on the table* That's all I got >:/

Yuu: Lemonade is a dollar :(

Floyd: THAT'S ALL I GOT! MAKE IT WORK I'M THRISTY!

Yuu: Lemonade is a dollar >:(

Floyd: I AIN'T GOT NO DOLLAR! IT'S HOT AS HELL OUT HERE MAN JUST HOOK ME UP! ALL THE MONEY SPENT UP ON THIS PLACE! THIS SOME OLD BULL**** D:<

Yuu: LEMONADE IS A DOLLAR!!! D:<

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Sebek: Alright how much is the gum

Sam: 4 madol

Sebek: for gum!?!? >m>

Sam: Go somewhere else

Sebek: fine *pays the money* >:(

Sam: *gives him gum* Bathroom code is 6648-2610-35549

Sebek: c-could you say that again!? >m>

Sam: gotta buy another pack of gum. UvU

Sebek: uggghhh... >:( *pays again*

Sam: 6648-2610-3554

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Lilia: He's in the bath room >XD

Malleus: Yuu come out of the bathroom >:/ *bangs on the door*

Yuu: um no! >:(

Malleus: Young lady!

Yuu: NoOOOOOOOO

Malleus: Come out of the bathroom right now! D:<

Yuu: you can't make me man!

Malleus: Yuu come out of the bathroom right now this is your father speaking and you will respect me in my house!

Yuu: *slams the door in his face* GO! D:<

Malleus: *blasts a fire ball through the door* YOU HIT ME IN THE FACE WITH THE DOOR! *realization that he hit his bestie* Oh I'm sorry baby I didn't mean it! oh no! ;A;

Lilia: *laughing his butt off* >XD

Silver: that is the best example of a teenage girl complaint ever

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Yuu: *comes back from vacation* :D *sees chaos* ....D:> ...

Ace: *is on fire*

Malleus, Grim, & Deuce: *having panic attacks*

Crowley: *is dead*

Lilia: :P *waves hi too them*

Yuu: yeeeaaahhhh....This is a tommorrow problem O_O'/// *backs away from them slowly*

[aquaquadrant]

Act two, oh boy. Ughhguhegjeb ok good to go.

VOLUNTARY DECAPITATION???? AQUA??? WHAT IN THE RED KING IS THIS??????

Tango, the jig is up, everyone knows everything is NOT FINE dude

And here we go again, I am the Watchers' number one hater fr

Ooooooo, Helsknight mention, realization, yess

Grian's "that makes so much sense" is so funny for some reason

REN TOO LMAO. It was just another Tuesday on Hermitcraft.

Mmmm, explanation, tasty.

I wanna know more about Hels not having an admin, UGHG.

NOOOOO, NOT THE DREADED BLAZE FARM

Maybe if I turn off my computer rn, I can live in ignorant bliss.

Nope, continuing.

Reminder that the Watchers literally watch hels too, and probably knew about Tango, like at least one did. Ugh.

This whole conversation is just, ugh, like, everyone is just horrified. I mean, it's really putting into hindsight just how HORRIBLE it was, like omfg.

This explanation of how the farm works, UGH, Tango being so chill about it, UGGHH

When I first read the accident line of Etho's, I thought he meant the portal switching them was the accident, and not that Tango didn't mean for it to happen lol

Seriously Watchers are on my LAST NERVE

Tango talks so casually, omfg.

IMPUUULLLLSSSEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

JIMMY DEFENDING TANGO, MY HEART

Hm, how did you not see that coming Grian? Lol

Ty so much for having all the DL people be on Tango's side, literally couldn't handle this otherwise. Cleo's statement about how could they not tell Tango was dealing with this? Mwah

OOOOOOO, Grian askin' about Hels..

???????? Was that???? Grian's voice/thoughts??? In Jimmy's head???? Hm??????

AHA IT WAS, WATCHER GRIAN

Oh, is this were the decapitation comes in?

I'm still so worried about Tango going back to Hels. Please, so scared.

Oop, Jimmy speaking back to the Watchers omfg, love it.

Tango trying to justify why he should be a damn farm, uggghhh. This is literally just him coping and stemming from trauma, and it's not even hurtful seeing as death has no consequence.

Sometimes the Watchers can be funny, as a treat, they still need to stfu.

NOT THE L WORD (love)

YEAH, JIMMY IS GROWIN A BACKBONE, GOD DAMN

AND HE SILENCED THEM, LETS GOOOOOOO

OOP "I don’t care if some random guy thinks you’re just the manifestation of all his evil- frankly, I think that says more about him than it does about you.” YEAAAAHHHHHHHH, GAG BRAVO WHEN HE CAN'T DEFEND HIMSELF (he couldn't even if he wanted to)

The l word :) (love <3)

Fade to black and back to the ranch afterwards

"My gloves" awwwwwww, they're Jimmy's gloves now ugghhfew

The DL ppl coming to help ugh, love DL

And Etho takes the comm to explain! Huh, why am I getting deja vu back to a certain Hels player hm

Petition for a oneshot where the DLers explain what happened after this is all over to X, I think that would be great.

Etho a portal expert, do you get deja vu?

LMAO, Patho said he'd need Tango's comm to confirm his theory, and now Etho says he'd need Bravo's comm to confirm his theory, my my how the turn tables have turned. Just sit these two in a room already damnit.

Atlas fr need to move on god damnit. All these issues is because of Atlas, god damn it.

MY MY, HOW THE TURN TABLES HAVE TURNED, USING TANGO'S DATA TO GET TO BRAVO?? OHO

Uhoh, I thought we could be happy and not mention the feather farm again :(

RESCUE MISSION ARC!!!!

Not the Watchers again 😭 I'll give em a pass, cause they're all moods.

I do wonder how everyone else outside of DL is handling all of them being on lock down. Can they still message, or is everyone just cut off from contacting them? How's X, an admin of a sanctuary world, reacting to this fiasco? How's fWhip, the admin of Empires, doing with a good chunk of his friends stuck in one server with minimal to no context?

Mmmm, please have the decapitation work, pleeaasssee

AQUUUUAAAAAA-

Jimmy talking back to the Watchers is my favorite Jimmy <3

Ha, take that Atlas, THE DLERS DID THE PORTAL SO FRICKIN QUICK AHA

I was so worried Tango was just gonna BOOKIT through that port 😭

??????? NO?????? NO???????? NO??????????

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

“What are you doing here?!” TANGO YOU CAN'T BE ASKIN THAT WHEN YOU'RE THE ONE WHO WENT THROUGH THE DAMN PORTAL

UGGHHHHH IM TERRIFIED FOR THE REALIZATION OF "Tango joined the game" DON'T DO THAT TO ME, UGGGHHHHHHHH

It's done, it was a roller-coaster, htp can't hurt me (for a while)

Tysm for this incredible fic <3

-🍌

ROUND TWO HERE WE GO 🏃‍♂️

‘voluntary decapitation’ got a LOT of reactions hagsjdha i didn’t know how else to put it…

one thing about tango is that he is gonna try and insist he’s fine TIL THE BITTER END like asking for help is always the very last resort for him in all facets of life. we stan an emotionally walled-up king.

obligatory ‘the watchers suck’ blanket statement 🫡

i’ve talked abt helsknight before but it was SUCH a handy way to quickly get into the explanation, like that’s the whole reason tango ever even realized he was a doppelgänger. and ofc the other hermits who were there are like ‘OH HEY YEAH wtf was up with that…’ they’re so used to having weird shit happen and then just moving on LOL

“I wanna know more about Hels not having an admin” :3

of COURSE tango had to tell them all about the horrible blaze farm while acting like he’s completely unaffected. no way was i gonna leave out any of those tasty details.

i’ve said it before and i’ll say it again: IMPULSE WAS THE MVP 💪 💪💪 even if he accidentally spooked tango in this case, it’s good to know he would go FERAL to protect his friends.

the rest of the DL gang are p great too, NO WAY they’d buy all the ‘doppelgängers are evil’ bullshit 😤 and i really don’t like mischaracterizing someone just for the sake of added drama/having an antagonist. i can just MAKE a new guy for that (hence bravo and atlas HAH)

WATCHER (kinda) GRIAN MAKES AN APPEARANCE FINALLY 💃 usually he’s more careful about not using his abilities near a listener but the situation had him frazzled.

listen. the scene where jimmy finally confronts tango about the destructive nature of his self-hatred is my FAVE. sometimes love means just being there for someone and supporting them, but other times it means laying down some hard truths. it’s the culmination of jimmy’s arc and i’m SO glad you enjoyed it.

it takes a server to rebuild a ranch 💪

i am an ethogirl first and a person second so u KNO i had to have etho lay it out for us, at the same time allowing me to draw parallels between him and patho.

i’m def not qualified to discuss fwhip or empires in general (i’m a sham, i’ve never watched any of it) but x was for SURE freaking out. this is gonna make one hell of a story (hah) for the rest of the hermits when they get back.

CMONNN i couldn’t have the decapitation work, that’d be too easy ;0

i’m cryin at ur reaction going from “I was so worried Tango was gonna book it through the portal” to “NOOOOO???? NOOOOOOOO” like damn talk about foreshadowing 😂

GLAD U ENJOYED THE RIDE we’ve still got plenty of twists and turns to come 💃 thank u for being absolutely STELLAR w the feedback!!

[tomorrowillbeyou]

uggghhh i want to make my night flapjacks so bad but my head hurts so bad

[grimsley-official]

Need coffee…had the worst fucking dream last night…uggghhh…why does my head hurt…?

[kerosene-saint]

uggghhh my head hurts now :[

[watching-the-fire-dance]

I'm feeling anxious and my head is going to explode from all the thoughts. I tried writing them down because that usually helps but it isn't working tonight.

[shintsukibot]

Shake Gets Sick and Vanilla Deals With It When Everyone Refuses To

He felt like crap. Like, even moreso than usual. And sure, the other idiots would be the first the first to tell him that he woke up with a thorn on his ass every damn day but this time he actually felt like crap. Physically.

He came to a dull ache in his head and a strange difficulty to breathe. And he felt hot. For a brief second he thought he had woken up to Noodles having splashed with with her soup but after a few groggy blinks he realized he was not smelling shellfish nor did he felt swollen. But he did feel sweaty. And dizzy. And overall, like absolute crap. 

With a groan he tried to focus and sit up on his chair, but his body immediately complained when he did so. His head began to spin and something inside him lurched. He quickly got the message and stayed down, turning to the side to see if maybe he had just slept in a bad position again. He attempted to yawn, his throat burned with discomfort and he became overwhelmingly aware of the dryness in his mouth. 

“Uggghhh...” He brought up his hands to rub his eyes, feeling his balmy styrofoam skin. As he breathed in, suddenly broke into a cough, which was not pleasant at all. 

“Oh, well look who finally woke up.” Frylock was in the kitchen fixing the microwave which had suddenly stopped working. 

“Yeah...” Shake responded with a scratchy voice, “Mornin’ to you too asshole. God, why is it so hot in here? Did you not leave the AC on?”

“We don’t have an AC, Shake. We use fans, remember?”

“Yeah well why didn’t you leave one of those on? I’m freakin sweating-” He broke into another dry cough.

Frylock sensed the strange cracked tone of Shake’s voice to not be usual. “Hey, uh... you feelin ok?”

“Feelin ok, what?? I’m toasting here! Did you not listen?? Get a fan over here or something! I can’t- *cough cough* I can’t move I feel like I’m melting!”

Frylock floated over to Shake and out a fry to his roommate’s forehead, quickly detecting the heat.

“Whoa... that’s a high temperature, you’re burning up. Did you catch a fever?”

“Catch a fever? You’re the geek here, Doctor Boxface! And what do you mean a fever? I’m just sweating from the fact that you didn’t put a fan out and let me roast here! I’m not letting that go by the way!”

“Shake, maybe you should talk less, your voice sounds really raspy. You’re gonna hurt your throat.”

“I can talk however much I damn please, Frylock! I answer to no o-” He was interrupted by another bout of coughing, this one a bit more painful than the first ones.

“Shake, just... just lie down, I’ll see if I can get some cough syrup or something, just don’t talk so loud, alright?”

“You mean that orange juice that doesn’t taste like orange juice?” Meatwad rolled into the living room. “We ran out of that stuff, and frankly I’m glad cause it didn’t grow into no orange tree.”

Frylock turned his attention to Meatwad angrily, “So that’s what you were doing with that stuff! I told you Meatwad, that’s medicine and orange trees don’t grow from juice! Where the hell did you get that idea?”

“I don’t know! I thought you could grow a tree from something made of what trees are right?”

“Those are seeds, Meatwad. Cough syrup is just flavored like oranges so you drink it it has nothing to do with the actual trees!”

“Hey!” Shake piped up, angry to have been forgotten, “I’m still sweatin like a cow over here! And my throat hurts like hell and ya’ll are talking about trees?? I feel so loved right now!”

“Shake, shut up! We got more it’s just the weird blue one......”

“Well stop being a turd basket and give it to me!”

“You know what?” Frylock was mad now, “No, if you’re just gonna be a dick about it then I’m not getting shit for you!

“But Frylock, I’m dying over here!”

“You are not dying, you probably just have a cold or something...”

“Please! I actually can’t move, everything screams at me if I do!”

Frylock conceded because at least Shake wasn’t lying about him being sick, he was hot to the touch, his voice was hoarse and his coughing fits were genuine. “Fine, just stay put and I’ll be right back.”

“Stay put, yeah, not like I can go anywhere!”

A little while later, Frylock floated back to where Shake was with a blue bottle and a spoon with dark liquid on it. Shake’s headache had worsened and his patience was getting shorter, his face was a bit pink from the heat his body was producing. 

“Ok, just take a spoonful of this and then drink some water afterwards to clear your throat.”

“What is- *cough* what is that? Is that the gross berry stuff? That stuff is nasty! Get that away from me!”

Frylock moved about to avoid Shake’s hand as it batted the air in frustration. “I know it doesn’t taste great but it’ll help you feel better.”

“It’ll make me feel better if you got me a damn fan and something that doesn’t taste like the bottom of a car!” Shake swatted the spoon with the medicine in it away and it exploded upon impacting the floor. The swatting also hit Frylock who spilled a bit of the blue bottle’s contents on himself  

“You know what? Fine! You don’t want it than don’t take it! But don’t come crying to me when you get worse! I’m not helping you if all you’re going to do is act like a cat at the vet!”

“What about cats at the vet?” Meatwad once again chimed in but didn’t get very far before Frylock shooed him away before flying off himself, leaving the blue bottle in the kitchen far away from Shake’s reach. Shake was left alone on his chair with his harsh throat, increasingly bad headache and dull pang in his body. 

He tried to get more comfortable on his chair and put something on the TV but his dizziness made him unable to focus and his coughing fits prevented him from yelling out at the characters on the TV to distract himself from his pain. Not only that but the more he coughed, the wetter it seemed to get. Not to mention his lack of will to move resulted in him not having eaten anything since he woke up and at this point he was having trouble differentiating the soreness he already had from his increasing hunger. But whenever he tried to get up he felt his stomach lurch so he decided to not aggravate his systems by moving too much. But all in all, he didn’t know how much he could handle it, he was sweating by the bucketload and felt like his head would split open at any time. 

After some hours, the door opened and into the house came Noodles and Vanilla, seemed that they had gone out earlier in the morning. Noodles was holding a little green plastic bag of sorts.

“Hello Shake, I see you’re awake.” Vanilla greeted Shake but swiftly her smile went away when she saw the state he was in. 

“Ohhhh great, you two were out doing boring girl stuff again?”

“We went out to get some more eyeliner because I ran out...” Noodles began to explain.

“Yeah, yeah I don’t care... *cough cough cough*” Shake turned his back to the two of them as he tried to curl up in his chair. 

“Are... are you ok?” Noodles tentatively asked.

“What does it look like, you dumbass? No I’m not! I feel like a roasted piece of roadkill out on the street left to rot!”

“Leave him alone!” Frylock’s voice called from the elsewhere in the house. “He’s got a fever, just don’t go too near him or he’ll cough or yell at you!”

“Piss off Frylock!” Shake would’ve continued his insults if his cough hadn’t picked up right after. 

“A fever? Is it contagious? Frylock, should I get masks?” Noodles stated with concern.

“I got one!” Meatwad rolled in wearing two face masks but they were covering his eyes. “I feel like a pirate, but with two patches. Call me Captain Twopatch!”

“I’m about to call you Captain Keel Haul cause that’s what I’m going to do to you if you don’t scram!” Were Shake feeling better he’d have gotten out of his chair and chased the beef creature away but he didn’t have the energy.

“Don’t be rude!” Noodles retorted, “Meatwad that’s not how you wear them! They go on your mouth...”

Noodles left to help Meatwad with his masks leaving Vanilla with Shake. 

“Are you alright? Do you need anything?” Vanilla asked.

“I need a freaking fan. What are you gonna do, leave me like the others? Everyone is abandoning me in a time of need, what a lovely family! I love this family so much! This house rules! As in rules the trashcan!” 

Vanilla, seeing Shake really wasn’t in a good state, decided to leave him to cool down and also to get a mask herself because she’d rather not get sick either. 

Shake, now alone, continued to scowl at the TV while some random program was on it. His throat was tight with mucus and face felt hotter than the sun. As the news played in the background, he focused on the blue bottle of medicine that Frylock had left on the counter and stared at it with a deep scowl. How dare it taunt him like that. He felt like crap abut the thing that was supposed to make him better tasted like crap and everything was just a steaming pile of crap right now.

He had lost track of time until he was snapped out of his thoughts but a velvety voice next to him. 

“Are you feeling better?” 

Shake practically jumped when he turned around and saw Vanilla. 

“I uhhh..... N-no! I’m not feeling better! To... answer your question!”

“Well, what are you doing?”

“I’m trying to see if my inherent telekinetic powers are kicking in but they are not cooperating with me right now!”

“I don’t think you have telekinetic powers, Shake.”

“That’s what the deniers say!”

“If you need the medicine, you can just ask for it.”

“I am not going to roll over and expose myself in asking for help, I never need help with anything!” He broke into another bout of coughing and hacking upon making the mistake of speaking loudly. Vanilla, with a ghost of a smile, hopped over to the kitchen and got the blue bottle.

“Oh, now you’re tormenting me by putting it further away?”

Shake shouldn’t have spoken up because Vanilla then turned around after getting a small cup of water and a spoon. 

She made her way towards him holding the spoon with medicine on it.

“Here.”

“I’m not taking that!”

“Why not? It will help your throat and ease the pain.”

“Because it tastes like crap! That’s not berries that’s car exhaust, that’s what it tastes like! Like licking fresh paint!”

“But you need it, you’re clearly not having a good time right now.”

“Oh, you think??” 

“Shake.”

Shake had very little energy left and Vanilla knew that. If he was going to waste what little he had left with being stubborn, then let it be so. 

He gave a groan of either defiance or pain, it was ambiguous even to him. Vanilla tried putting the medicine closer, with a tight grip so he wouldn’t have the idea to swat it out of her hand like he did to Frylock. He turned his head away with a scowl. 

“Shake, you need to take it.”

“You’re not my mom.”

“If I was I’d be forcing you with my hands but that’s going to get us nowhere. Now come, I have water if you don’t want to deal with the taste.”

“Maaaaahhhh”

“Shake. I won’t ask nicely again, please take it.” 

Shake turned his head slowly towards Vanilla, her smile still on her face, here eyes smooth but firm. Damn it, how did she do it? With literally anyone else he’s scoff and insult but something about her just completely disarmed him. The way she put no effort to fight and yet he felt almost.... not intimidated but submissive to her. A feeling he was not used to feeling at all! Nope Not him! 

He looked at her and her eyes batted twice, her ice cream hand holding the spoon with the blue fluid on it. Upon it being so close to him, he couldn’t resist it anymore and opened his mouth. 

For course he wanted to be fed, he thinks he’s too weak to even hold the spoon, Vanilla thought. But she was just glad he wasn’t resisting anymore. She put the spoon in his mouth. Predictably, he grimaced at the taste and scrunched up his face.

“Don’t,” Vanilla put up her finger upon seeing Shake was on the precipice of spitting out the fluid, “Swallow it, quickly.” She handed him the cup of water.

Shake quickly guzzled down the cup of water as made a face at the foul-tasting on his tongue.

“Bleaaagh! What kind of person would make medicine that tastes like that?? *cough cough* Do they not want them to take this? Are they trying to kill people by making them not want to take it? I knew it! The Big Pharma was right all along!”

“No, it’s because adults don’t need sweet medicine because they know they need to take it to feel better.”

“Are you implying I’m not an adult??”

“Are you acting like one?”

“I’m...... aaagghhh, Are you here to help me or make fun of me in my vulnerable state??”

“I’m here to make sure you don’t suffer because frankly, it seems I’m the only here doing this.”

“Yeah well, Frylock is an ass and the others are asses too!”

“Sure, if you say so.”

Vanilla hopped away to give Shake some time to recover. Shake was a bit disappointed she left but decided to keep it to himself. He was about to doze off and let his body rest before he suddenly heard cone hopping again and he felt a blanket being put over him. Before he could formally react, the hopping faded away and he was left there. At least the blanket was warm.

A few hours later, Vanilla returned to where Shake was. It was late in the evening and the others were doing their own things. There wasn’t enough food for dinner so they decided to just order Chinese as Noodles’s request. Meatwad and Noodles were currently playing in his room and Frylock was on his computer doing something, so she knew she would be the only one to check on him. When she arrived at the living room, she saw Shake was hundered under the worn blanket she had given him, shivering. But it wasn’t cold so he was probably going through a reaction as the medicine did it’s job. But still, she felt concerned seeing him all scrunched into the blanket on his chair. She hopped over to him and put a hand on him. 

“Shake? Are you alright?”

“Uuugghhhh.....” Shake groaned, his hands tightly on various parts of his body as he gave a shiver.

“What’s wrong? Does something hurt?”

“Damn right....”

“What hurts?”

“Everything!! My head, my stomach, my whole body is trying to kill me, you said this medicine would make me feel better!”

“Your pain is a sign that your body is fighting it, that’s good.”

“How is this good??? I’m in pain!!”

“You know, if you complained less, this wouldn’t be as bad.”

“How the hell does that work??”

“You are choosing to not cooperate. If you don’t cooperate than nothing will. Just like what happened with Frylock.”

“Frylock is a nerd who can’t live for two minutes without his damn computer!”

“And you can’t live two minutes without complaining about something.”

That comment made Shake freeze, not literally. 

“I get it, you don’t want to be alone, don’t you?”

“Whaaat? What am I, a child? Freakin Meatwad?? No! I don’t need anybody!”

“But you want someone, isn’t that right?”

“Uhh.... n-n-nooooo”

Vanilla sighed and hopped right next to the chair. She held a hand out and pressed Shake’s face against her ice cream, summoning another hand to hug him. She stayed in that position for a bit, making sure the blanket was between them so she didn’t get him cold. Shake was completely flabbergasted by what was going on but he was not one to resist this kind of attention. It was Vanilla yes, but... it was Vanilla.... 

A part inside of him got warm, and not from his fever. 

[yisanged]

thinking of all of the things like asd and adhd and nvld and hyperlexia and irlen syndrome and just all of those things with overlapping symptoms makes my head hurt. i can never tell what fits my experience the best because it always seems like there's something or another that fits with one but not the other and then something that's pretty much unique to one and uggghhh. it doesn't help that i'm not at all self aware so identifying symptoms who and also that a lot of the resources on this stuff are janky. you know it's bad when one of the first search results for 'precocious speech' starts like this