#ugh. i need an advil and a nap

[daincrediblegg]

Unpopular opinion, mostly a joke: if Crozier just bit the bullet and fucked the rat man, there's a 50/50 chance that the result would either be fixing everything and thus sating Hickey's desperate need for approval, or making everything unfathomably, cataclysmically, world-endingly worse. And it IS 50/50. A coin toss.

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

Look. I’ve been around the horn. I’ve seen some fics. Being a violent Crozier enjoyer and deeply concerned about the mental state that could provoke such a decision in him, I can’t condone. And tbh I remain fully convinced that hickey’s little puppy sickness can’t be fucked out even by the daddiest of daddies (which by my own unpopular opinion crozier isn’t quite that. He’s had his moments sure but that’s not the whole of him and honestly I think he’d puke if anyone ever called him that). But I think the souls who explore that in fic are very brave and I wish much prozac upon them in their future.

[bkgml]

hihihi!

idk if ur requests are open but i got an idea :)

bakugou/reader where they are in a secret relationship and the bakusquad sees them cuddling or whatever when they think nobody's around. maybe make them act like they hate each other infront of others hehe.

thanks in advance :D

oh yes yes i’ve already done two secret relationship posts u can find them on my masterlist :)) but i like this idea a lot so new one! lol

“hey kats.” you smile, seeing your boyfriend walk into the common room.

“shhhhhh.” he groans, agitated.

“hey?-” you frown.

“yeah yeah i love you, whatever. have a fucking headache.” he grumbles, crawling over you on the couch to lay his head on your chest, nuzzling into your soft shirt.

you smile, raking your fingers through his hair in attempt to soothe his headache.

“how come?” you say softly.

he stays quiet, unable to pinpoint what exactly caused this nuisance.

“..denki.” he says plainly with a deep frown on his face.

you laugh, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“you can’t just blame denki for all your inconveniences.” you say giggling.

he looks up at you with a pout and you peck his lips.

“yeah i can. he’s stupid.” he replies grumbling.

you squish his face in your hands and he sighs, eyes closing.

“that feels nice.” he mumbles, words distorted from his squashed lips.

“what?” you laugh, moving to release his face.

“hey. i said it feels nice. stay.” he grumbles, eyes closed.

you place your hands back on his face and he sighs, the pressure releasing the tension on his temples.

you place kisses all over his face, his squished cheeks, his pouted lips, his pretty lashes.

“can i just get you an advil? we can nap in my dorm?” you offer with a grin.

his eyes open slowly, annoyed with the harsh lights of the common room.

“are you gonna play with my hair?”

****************************************************

“i knew it!!” mina whisper shouts.

she feels a pinch to her arm.

“you didn’t know anything!” sero whisper shouts back.

“okay fine whatever, i didn’t. but this is INSANE.” mina yelps, eyes wide as saucers.

“i can’t believe he blamed me for his headache!” denki pouts.

kirishima rolls his eyes at his friend.

“why are you so quiet?” mina frowns, jabbing her finger in kirishimas chest.

kirishima freezes, attempting to stay cool.

“i just… wanna respect their privacy.” he defends.

mina grabs hold of sero and denkis shirts, tugging them close to her.

“he KNEW!!” she says, filled with anger.

she jumps up and down while shaking sero and denki furiously.

“dude! are you serious?!” denki asks.

kirishima crosses his arms over his chest.

“well… bakugou might’ve said a little something.” he smiles sheepishly.

“UGH. i hate you so much right now!”

the pair continues to argue as you and katsuki obliviously move around in the kitchen.

“they’re going to hear you, dipshits.” sero states plainly, already bored of this newfound information.

mina pouts, crossing her arms over her chest and kirishima goes silent.

“i want to get a closer look, see how fast they switch up when someone’s close.” denki smiles devilishly.

the three watch him go, wait till he’s out of earshot and then start dying of laughter.

“he is not smooth enough to pull that off.” sero grins.

“he’s going to get his ass kicked.”

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katsuki watches boredly while you rustle through the medicine cabinet.

he groans, resting his forehead on the cool tile of the kitchen island.

“i know.. ‘m sorry kats. i can’t find the advil.” you frown, moving denkis flintstone gummy vitamins.

“i don’t need it, just need to sleep. come on.” he sighs, fisting at your shirt.

“hey guys! what’s going on here?” denki cheers as katsuki tears his hand off of you.

“hey denki.” you murmur, continuing to move throughout the shelf.

“do you know where the advil is?” you sigh, turning to denki.

denki frowns, upset at the lack of drama in this room.

“no idea… why do you need it?” he questions.

“bak- i… have a headache..” you murmur slowly, catching your almost mistake.

denkis brows pull together, glancing at bakugou still hunched over with his forehead on the counter.

“what’s wrong with you then?” denki asks with a smirk.

“shut the fuck up before i knock your lights out.” katsuki seethes, remaining in his weakened position.

you giggle as denkis eyes widen.

“wow kami, he means business.” you say grinning.

kaminari’s ears turn bright red from embarrassment, frustration bubbling up in his veins.

“oh shit denki… don’t say it.” mina mutters and kiri and sero understand exactly what she means.

the three of them watch as kami’s hands ball into fists and his brows pull together.

“temper tantrum.” sero sighs.

“yeah?! well i know you two are going at it!” denki screams at bakugou.

“kats-”

katsuki lunges forward, gripping denki by the front of his shirt.

“well shit. come on.” kiri says quickly, hitting sero.

you watch as katsuki’s arms are restrained by kirishima and sero wraps his arms around denkis middle, the two pulling them apart.

“we’re sorry!” kirishima groans from behind your boyfriend.

“it’s fine.” you mutter, knowing katsuki’s only mad because of his headache.

“it’s not fine! get off of me shit stain!” katsuki screams.

kirishima looks to you for reassurance. you nod, and kirishima releases him.

katsuki lunges forward once again and you grab him by the ear.

“ah ah ah.” katsuki halts while groaning in pain.

you sigh, giving straight mouthed looks to your friends.

“upstairs.” you say forcefully to katsuki, pinching his ear hard then releasing.

he groans, giving a look to denki before turning on his heel and stomping up the stairs.

“we’re sorry-”

“-we didn’t mean to-”

you hold your hands up in front of their faces, effectively silencing them.

“night.” you mutter, trudging up the stairs behind your boyfriend.

****************************************************

as soon as you are out of earshot the four of them erupt.

“DID YOU SEE HOW HE LISTENED TO HER?!”

“HES DOWN BADDDD!!”

****************************************************

“fucking denki.” katsuki groans.

“yeah yeah just get in bed you big baby.” you giggle softly and katsuki glares at you.

he climbs in bed, reaching his hand out to pull you in by your shirt.

“im coming relax.” you laugh.

he frowns deeply, folding his arms over his chest.

you smile, climbing into bed beside him.

staring into his eyes, you search for answers in his tired gaze.

“how’s your head?” you whisper, leaning forward and brushing his bangs back to reveal his cute forehead.

he frowns and lets a groan slip from his lips.

“they just had to pick today to find out, huh?” he mumbles, grabbing your hand.

you giggle softly, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“right, cause any other day you’d be soooo understanding?” you smirk up at him.

he scoffs, pushing your face away with his big hand.

“just wanted you all to myself…” he says under his breath, as if he didn’t even want you to hear him.

you feel your heart melt, shifting close to his face.

his breath hitches subtly as you turn your face to press open mouth kisses down his jaw.

he reaches for your thigh, pulling your leg over his hips.

you continue to kiss at his neck and jaw, placing a kiss to his adams’ apple as it bobs in his throat.

“you have me, okay?” you murmur against his skin.

he nods, arms wrapping around you in a bear hug.

“right.” you giggle.

“forgot its past your bedtime.”

[erwinsvow]

omgg what about kook trio where rafe and reader are sleeping and rafe is laying on her chests and top and kalce walk in and keep making fun of him all dayy. i need<3333

truthfully, rafe hadn't been feeling well all day. he was hungover from last night, because you seemingly become a drain for alcohol, drinking endless amounts and only getting drunker and drunker. when you smile up at him and offer him another shot, he finds it hard to refuse.

"c'mon, rafe, stop being such a pussy and just take it with me. ugh," you yell over the music, shoving the drink into his hand. it's harder still to refuse after that.

so he wakes up hungover. you're up beside him, having slept in his bed at tannyhill like you always do after they have a party. the light's pouring into his bedroom, and you look like an angel, dressed in one of his old frat shirts.

"rise and shine," you chirp, stretching your arms and showing him a glimpse of pink panties that are making his head pound even more. "rafe? get up."

"shut up," he mumbles, turning around to look away from you before his dick gets hard. "get the curtains. m'head hurts."

"aww," you purr, getting closer to rafe, resting your head back on the pillow. you stroke rafe's hair for a second, hand hovering with hesitation before going back to do it again. it feels too intimate between friends, even friends like you and rafe.

he groans against his pillow, and you let your hand fall back.

"come on rafe.. we'll go get greasy bacon and pancakes. it'll fix you right up. good as gold, right?" you say, mimicking the phrase he always uses.

with some convincing, you get rafe up and at the dinner. you text top and kelce to come too, but you don't know where they went off to—you really never keep track, always busy with rafe the morning after.

when you make it back to tannyhill after breakfast—or rather lunch—rafe is still complaining about his headache.

"you need water and-"

"what i need is for you to stop yappin'. woke me up for this shit. those eggs sucked."

"i thought they were fine. you're just cranky, rafe you need a nap and an advil-"

"m'not napping, not a child. jus' let me go lay down."

"whatever you say," you chirp back. "you big baby."

"shut your mouth before i shut it for you." he goes and lays down on the couch, while you get a cup of water for him and sit by rafe's head. you run your fingers through his hair, not as worried this time.

"mm. keep doin' that." he mumbles back, eyes shutting. you hold back a laugh, curling up to get more comfortable, bringing rafe's head into your lap.

you don't know when you fell asleep—just remember stretching your legs and getting pulled into rafe's warm grip. you're not even hungover, but it was hard to pull away when rafe had an arm across your stomach and the other inside your shirt—his shirt—with a hand on your back. rafe's head is now on your chest, nestled comfortably on your boobs. he's snoring, which means he's really tired.

you wake up to the sound of snickering. your eyes open for a second to take in kelce and top laughing, phone out and taking a picture of you and rafe.

"guys," you whisper, not wanting to wake up rafe. "don't laugh. he was hungover."

"so if i get hungover, i can feel you up too?"

"shut up," rafe mumbles against your chest. "fuck off. let us sleep." they shuffle away, still laughing.

"you know they're never gonna let this go, right?"

"don't care. you shut up too. m'sleeping. this is nice." you smile.

"yeah. it is."

[cinnajun]

ᵕ̈ ೫˚∗: zb1 when you're sick

a/n: i love writing stuff like this, mostly because i think how someone takes care of u when ur sick means a lot :)) it’s very endearing to me!

notes: yujin is not included due to his age! just assume y/n has a nasty case of the flu or something lol, i didn't proofread so sorry for any typos!

wc | 2.8k

 from worst to best at taking care of you

gyuvin

i don’t think he’d necessarily be bad at it per say

like gyuvin’s definitely the type of guy to treat you a little bit like a baby when you’re sick

he feels really bad, and he doesn’t like seeing you all upset and unhappy :(

so for the first couple of days he’s good at supplying you with medicine and water, and he does his best to make you meals (most of them are bland convenience store soups and noodles put into bowls but it’s okay)

he also spends a lot of time with you, and, by extension, cheers you up a lot

he will amp his funny meter up like 97% because he wants to see you smile and laugh

even though you can barely laugh because you’re sick and your throat hurts

he also will be very loving when you’re sick which is nice because i don’t see him being extremely touchy when you’re going about your daily life

so you get lots of hugs and kisses even though you keep telling him not to because he will get sick

and that’s where everything goes wrong

the thing is. on day 3 he will wake up sick

no matter what, when you get sick, he will be sick within 72 hours

it’s because he’s clingy and annoying and will nap with you, get ready for bed with you, and eat food with you so there’s virtually no protection from your illness

and as much as he would love to keep taking care of you while he’s sick, he feels just as bad so now you’re BOTH rotting away while whatever sickness you have runs its course

you end up having to call hanbin over because neither of you want to do anything but lay there

so like

enjoy the two days of a very loving and doting boyfriend (more so than usual)

and make sure to tell hanbin when you get sick so he can be prepared to clear his schedule lol

under gyuvin’s (technically hanbin’s) care, it takes about a week to fully get better!

ricky

so sorry to the 04s for this slander

again i don’t think he’d be bad at it he’d just be a little clueless

i think when he gets really stressed out about something he shuts down a little bit too so when your fever is pushing 102 he’s kind of like a sim that can’t figure out how to get past a desk (if that makes sense)

you’ll be like “ugh my head hurts” and he’ll be like oh okay … then twenty minutes later he finally returns with advil and a cup of water

or like you’ll be napping and he’ll suddenly remember that you need to take more dayquil (he’s about an hour late)

and at the end of the day he will get done what he needs to get done just like give him a minute

ricky somehow makes a really good chicken noodle soup (it’s just canned soup) and you always ask him about it and how he makes it!! he tells you it’s a secret (he just slightly modifies canned soup)

i think he’s also pretty good at making sure he doesn’t get sick from taking care of you, too

like as much as he loves you and not being able to hold your hand makes him want to die, he doesn’t want to be like gyuvin and force hanbin to take care of both of you lol

so he’ll wear a mask and wash his hands pretty regularly, but he makes sure to reassure you that he’s taking the necessary precautions so that he can successfully nurse you back to health, and that he still loves you even if he can’t get too close right now :)

i think his main strength in this area is keeping you entertained, though

like he’ll make sure there’s always a movie playing or something, even if you’re asleep

he doesn’t want you to be bored and feel bad

also has an intrinsic belief that not being bored will distract you from the icky feelings

under ricky’s care, it takes a little over a week to get better!

matthew

same with ricky, i think matthew’s not necessarily bad at it, but he kind of shuts down when he finds out

he goes from like doting, loving boyfriend to oh god oh my god oh no oh god

if you give him a bit of time to gather himself he goes from panic mode to question mode

matthew will NOT leave you alone while you’re sick!!! he’s halfway convinced you’re living out your last days!!!! he has to make sure you don’t die!!!!

he also asks you 70 questions an hour

“do you need anything?” “do you want something to eat?” “do you need more water?” “do you want a massage?”

of the 70 questions, maybe about 3 or 4 of them yield the answer “yes” but that’s not 0 so he’s going to keep it up

he’s like baymax or something idk he’s just so stressed out the entire time

he’s like nigh unrecognizable the entire time

you are absolutely aware of the fact that sometimes he leaves the room to call his mom and ask for advice but you pretend that you don’t know for the sake of his dignity

although his constant stream of questions can be somewhat overwhelming at times, you’re very appreciative of his dedication because when you’re sick, you will get anything you need

he will also make any meal you desire even if he’s never made it before, and he really adores the way it makes you smile so then he’s all smiley afterwards &lt;;/3

if he needs to go out to the store to get you something, he will either enlist somebody else to do it or have someone stay with you while he’s gone

so you’ll get a lot of well wishes from jiwoong, hao, and hanbin while you’re not feeling well

when you get better it’s the best day of matthew’s life i’m pretty sure

he remembers what it feels like to not be terribly worried 24/7 so you watch him deflate like a balloon

and then he naps for like four hours

under matthew’s care, it takes 6-ish days to get better!

taerae

taerae’s pretty middle of the road in my opinion

like we learned during boys’ planet, he’s the youngest kid so he received a lot of affection and love when he was growing up

so, when you’re sick, he gives you a LOT of affection

you could be rotting away in bed and taerae will be like “you are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen” with heart eyes

i think the thing that gives taerae a real leg up though is that his first thought is “oh let’s go see a doctor” and he can drive so you go pretty much immediately

that way, you get flu-specific medicine and get better quicker than you would’ve without

after that, taerae’s sick care is pretty run of the mill

i don’t think he’s too panicked about it because people get sick all the time, and so, unless you’re really, really sick he’s not going to be doting on you 24/7 like matthew would

he’ll still run errands and he won’t cancel plans unless you straight up ask him to (and if you ask he will without thinking about it!!!)

and he makes sure you’re taking your meds, drinking water, and eating three times a day

but life doesn’t stop, you know??

it’s nice because when you’re sick, sometimes all you want is to be left alone for a bit and that’s exactly what taerae does for you :)

also, because he’s continuing on with his life, he won’t get sick from you so you won’t have any of that guilt on your shoulders

one special thing taerae does when you’re sick though is sing you to sleep

sure, when you’re not sick, he’ll do it from time to time but he’s very consistent when you’re not feeling well!! he’ll get the guitar out and sing you a lullaby or two

he will also sing you awake </3 and he wakes you up to eat!!! so it’ll be a cute little made up jingle about it being breakfast time … it’s very heartwarming

under taerae’s care, you get better in 5 days!

jiwoong

i think he’s very similar to taerae in this respect, so he’s also in the middle (but a little bit higher up)

jiwoong is older and more experienced with stuff like this so he’s very businessy about it

when you wake up with a fever, you’ll head to the doctor and get your tamiflu or whatever

from then on it’s just a waiting game i think

the main difference between taerae and jiwoong though is strictly experience

he’s very routine when it comes to taking care of you

you eat breakfast, he gives you dayquil, goes out to get anything you ask for…it continues

jiwoong is also really good at knowing when you want him around and when you want him to leave you alone

but he’s always generally around, and will cancel plans (without telling you) so that he can make sure he’s available if anything goes wrong

he’s good at planning for the worst case scenario without being worried about it, too, so he’ll have a backup plan in place if you (for some reason) start getting worse rather than getting better

jiwoong is great to have around when you’re sick because he’s good at cooking, too

he will bring you the most delicious soup you’ve ever had in your life and will literally juice oranges so that you can have fresh orange juice

he doesn’t tell you but he’s a little manic about what you’re consuming when you’re sick because he doesn’t want you to throw up or get sicker because of what you’re eating

he also gives really good bear hugs when you’re sick

like the best bear hug of your life

when you trudge out of the bedroom in the morning to eat breakfast and open your arms for a hug he will gladly envelope you into the most comfortable thing you’ve felt in weeks

they’re obviously no different from his hugs when you’re not sick but for some reason they’re just so much better than when you’re not feeling well

under jiwoong’s care, you get better in 4-5 days

zhang hao

TOP 3!!

hao is so lovely to be around when everything is normal, so when you’re sick he’s like a saving grace almost

he actually notices you’re sick before you do

he wakes up one morning, looks over at you, and notices that your cheeks are flushed and you’re making a kind of unhappy face

he takes your temperature and is like >:0 oh no

so you literally wake up to him holding a gatorade and a bowl of rice and you’re like ??? what

“you’re sick”

“i am???”

and then a couple of hours the symptoms really kick in and you’re like “how are you a genius…” but he’s just observant lol

while you’re sick, he dials up the zhang hao charm like 7000% and makes sure that you know he loves you more than anything and that he will do/get anything you need until you get better

and he will ensure that you don’t feel guilty that he’s taking time off of his everyday life to dote on you

i think, in general, hao is so good at catching your illness before it’s really able to set in that your symptoms tend to be fairly mild throughout the time that you’re sick (thus, you get better faster)

and he’s good at making sure you’re staying clean too

he knows how awful it is when you get sick and you don’t have anyone to help you out, so you just end up feeling gross and disgusting all the time

so he makes sure you’re doing your skincare (he will literally do it for you if you need him to) and that you’re showering when you need to yk

and he gets “anonymous deliveries” of little treats throughout the time that you’re sick (he asks hanbin to pick some things up and put them at the door lol)

when you get better, hao will take you on a date to celebrate (and he lets you pay so you’ll truly crush any guilt you felt for interrupting his daily life)

under hao’s care, you get better in 4 days!

gunwook

this might be a hot take but i think gunwook would be so nice to have around when you’re sick

i also think, like hao, he picks up on it before it even happens idk

he’ll see that one of your friends got sick after you hung out and he just knows

he will preemptively make you take theraflu, and you think he’s being stupid but then you wake up with a fever

he’s like “i told you”

gunwook would be panicked in a way that you have no clue, so it’s out of sight and out of mind

but in all actuality he’s blowing up the zb1 gc like wtf do i DO!!!

everyone’s first recommendation is to make sure you don’t end up like gyuvin (sick and unhappy) LOL

but half the things he does are recommendations from jiwoong, hao, and hanbin so make sure to thank them at some point!!

because he takes tips from the pros he ends up being a pro you know

and he finds out ricky’s super secret (canned) soup recipe so he’s got that on lock too

essentially gunwook is the product of the rest of the group’s experience … like the answer to one big equation lol

the one thing he doesn’t listen to is everyone telling him to like not be constantly close to you

i’m a believer that gunwook rarely gets sick (his immune system is like on steroids) so he spends the entirety of this period hanging out with you

naps with you, goes to bed at the same time as you, watches whatever you’re watching, etc

obviously he’s washing his hands pretty often but he’s still hanging out with you, which makes you feel very happy and loved :)

afterwards, you’re very thankful and appreciative and gunwook will take all the credit for the techniques other people supplied him with

at some point you’ll probably catch on but you won’t say anything lol

if he’s happy, you’re happy!

under gunwook’s care, you get better in 3-4 days!

hanbin

i feel like this was obvious

this man is literally a mother

you feel like your mom is taking care of you the entire time you’re sick

when you wake up and tell him you aren’t feeling well he does the mom thing (puts his hand on your forehead) and can actually conclude you have a fever by doing that

and then he’ll tell you to go lay down while he makes breakfast lol

it’s seriously like your mom is taking care of you, i cannot overstate this

he’s giving you cold washcloths and handing you cough drops every 2-3 business hours

he asks what your symptoms are and goes “hmm” before disappearing from the room and returning with the exact remedy you need

hanbin quite literally hates the idea that you’re nothing less than happy, so he will do everything in his power to make sure you’re getting better while honoring your wishes at the same time

so if all you want to do is sleep, he’ll let you sleep

or if you want to try and still be productive, he’ll let you help with the dishes or do your own laundry if need be

being sick under hanbin’s care is so nice because you don’t feel like the world has stopped just because you’re sick, you know

the way he takes care of you keeps you feeling strong enough to do something other than lay about all day

and you don’t really get to the point where you feel like death is imminent (i assume this is a universal experience for everyone)

and he’s not too worried about you being sick as he’s worried about you getting better and not having any residual symptoms you know

also makes yummy and delicious food for you so that’s a big plus LOL

you get better so fast that it’s barely a bump in the road

you think god accidentally gave hanbin special powers and you’re glad you get to be the main benefactor of them

under hanbin’s care, you get better in 3 days!

thank you for reading!

[justanotherrpmeme]

Hangover starters

"Ugh, my head is pounding. I shouldn't have had that last drink."

"I feel like a train wreck. How are we going to survive today?"

"Why did we think it was a good idea to drink so much last night?"

"I can barely remember anything. My liver is definitely not happy with me."

"I need a gallon of coffee to survive this day."

"Coffee won't be enough. We need a miracle cure for this hangover."

"I can't believe we have to be functional human beings today."

"We're in for a rough ride. Maybe we can blame it on bad sushi or something."

"I can't even look at food right now. The thought of it makes me nauseous."

"I never want to see another drink or greasy food for the rest of my life."

"Do you remember anything we did last night?"

"I hope we didn't embarrass ourselves too much."

"I swear, I'm never drinking again."

"We need some serious self-control."

"Is it possible to die from a hangover?"

"Let's just survive the day and promise ourselves we'll never do this again."

"I can't believe we have responsibilities today. I just want to crawl back into bed."

"We should have stuck to our 'one drink' rule."

"We never learn. Now we're paying the price."

"I feel like I've aged 10 years overnight."

"Do you think anyone can smell the alcohol on us?"

"I can't believe we thought shots were a good idea."

[text]: Ugh, my head is killing me. Did we really have that many shots last night?

[text]: Can we declare today a national holiday for hungover people? I need to recover ASAP.

[text]: I feel like a zombie right now. Any chance you can bring me some coffee and a big plate of greasy food?

[text]: Remember when we thought that last round of tequila shots was a good idea? My liver definitely regrets it.

[text]: I'm pretty sure I'm still drunk. How did we even end up at that karaoke bar?

[text]: Is it too early to start counting down the hours until it's acceptable to take a nap?

[text]: I just saw a picture from last night. Who let us dance on the tables?

[text]: I'm convinced that hangovers were invented to punish us for having fun.

[text]: The sound of a doorbell right now feels like an explosion in my head. Please be quiet!

[text]: I'm contemplating crawling to the fridge, but I'm not sure I have the energy. Send help!

[text]: Water, Advil, and a dark room are the holy trinity of hangover remedies. I'm practicing all three right now.

[text]: If I could choose any superpower right now, it would be the ability to rewind time and undo last night's mistakes.

[text]: My dignity is still recovering.

[text]: Can we make a pact never to touch alcohol again? At least until the next weekend.

[text]: I've never appreciated a good slice of pizza more than I do in this very moment. It's the ultimate hangover cure.

[text]: The sunlight is my sworn enemy right now. It's like a thousand daggers piercing through my eyelids.

[charlotte3eee]

Something cute with Kylian where he’s at training and reader texts him to let him know she’s sick and can’t sleep so he gets out of training and comes back home to find her in bed all tired so he asks her if she wanted to have her back tickled so he tickles her back until she falls asleep🤍

pairing : kylian mbappe x female reader

Sick day

summary : y/n wakes up not feeling the best, when her boyfriend kylian mbappe comes to the rescue.

warning : vomiting?

a/n : so happy that i’m getting all new requests keep ‘em coming! i actually kinda proof read it and damn, it makes a difference. when i tell you i bawled over nothing 😭 half of this story got deleted and i couldn’t get it bcak do i had to re write it but it took me FOREVER because i couldn’t sit still or whatever and write anyways enjoy!!!!

I turn to my left to feel for Kylian who is usually snuggled in bed right next to me. I groan feeling nothing. I sit up to look around the room when all of a sudden I feel a pit coming up my throat.

I ripped the covers off of me and run to the bathroom. I knelt at the toilet where I started throwing up. With my left hand on the toilet, I used my right, to put my hair up in a mischief ponytail.

“Only if Kylian was here,” I say in between my continuous puking. He would always help me during these times, being there holding my hair, rubbing my back telling me it was all gonna be alright.

He would carry me back into bed bridal style, tuck me in with a heating pad on my belly, and get me anything I needed. Unfortunately he wasn’t here to do that. After I feel like im settled, I get up flush the toilet and walk over to the sink.

I pick up my toothbrush and add a fat glob of toothpaste and begin brushing. Once finished cleaning my teeth, I grab the empty cup next to my sink fill it up with water and rinse my mouth.

After being so focused on my stomach pain, I hadn’t realized my screaming headache. Back into our bedroom, I grab the doorknob to head to the kitchen. After what felt like a long walk down the hall I made it. I dug through the medicine cabinet to find some painkillers.

I eventually found some Advil, I opened the lid and grabbed two capsules. Walking over to the fridge I found some Gatorade. I threw the Advil in my mouth and took a tiny sip of the Gatorade to down it with. Being careful not to drink too much liquid to avoid throwing up again.

I grab the Gatorade and head back down to the bedroom. I set the bottle down and pick up my phone still on the charger. I rub my eyes reading the clock. “Only 8:14?” I say. “That means Kylian only left a few minutes ago.” Every other day Kylian had training from 8:00 - 10:30.

I sigh placing my phone back down on the nightstand. “I’m so tired,” I say to myself. I decide to take a nap knowing this most definitely will make me feel better. I move the covers away and grab a throw blanket.

All this running around made me hot. I turn to my left side and grab one of Kylian's pillows to prop my head up. I also grab my teddy bear Kylian brought me on our first date. Kylian told me this is what I can snuggle with if I miss him, or need something that just smells like him. I adjust myself one more time before shutting my eyes.

“Ugh, what the fuck!” It has felt like an eternity lying down in this bed. No matter what position I was in or how many times I moved the pillow, there was no way I was falling back asleep.

I honestly don’t know why I seriously could not fall back asleep but it was getting to me. Still facing Kylians side I turn over groaning picking my phone up. 9:31, I slap my hand over my forehead. “I’ve been laying here for 45 minutes exactly!” I say.

You know that feeling when you’re in bed tired, thinking you can fall asleep but can’t? Yea, that’s this feeling and it’s the worst. Having no other option you opened your phone and texted the only person who could help you.

Y/n: hi my baby I feel so terrible, I threw up a few times and can't fall back asleep. can u pls come home and snuggle me? :(

After sending the text, you slam your phone back down and slither under the blanket and covers. Hoping Kylian would show up and snuggle you back to sleep.

At Camp des Loges all the players were in the gym, Kylian was on the exercise bike chatting away with Marquinhos until he felt a buzz coming from his phone. He opened his phone and looked at the message. “Ugh my poor baby,” Kylian said to himself.

Kylian said goodbye to Marquinhos and grabbed his duffel bag. He changed back into his clothes and called his driver. He spoke to his coach letting him know he has to leave early and was on his way. In the car, Kylian sent a few messages back.

Kylian: my poor angel 🙁

Kylian: I’m on my way baby ❤️

Kylian: bébé are you ok 🥺?

You not replying back to his messages, scared him to death. Kylian felt like he had this responsibility to always take care of you.

Whenever you needed to cry into someone’s arms it would be his. If you needed someone’s advice or just to talk to someone, it would be him. Or if you are hurt or sick. But what made your relationship so much better wasn’t just him doing it. You were the total same back. After the World Cup, he was a total mess, but you would always be there for him or whatever he needed.

Opening the front door kylian kicked off his shoes, placed down his duffel bag and a bag full of crackers, Gatorade, Dayquil, Nightquil, etc. He slowly made his way down the hall. “Amour?” he said when opened your bedroom door.

You felt like you couldn’t move you were so tired, you moaned and groaned reaching your arms out for him. He immediately walked over to your side and felt your head. “Baby you're super hot!” he said in a worried tone. He ran to get a wet cloth to put on your head.

He went for his side of the bed and hopped in behind you. “Baby girl, do you want me to tickle your back?” “I know how much-.” He didn’t get to finish his sentence before you interrupted. “God yes please baby.” He lifted your oversized shirt and threw it somewhere on the ground. Now leaving you in your panties.

He slowly made gentle tickles on your back. You moaned in relief feeling a wave of stress, sickness leave your body. Kylian continued to tickle your smooth back, you finally were able to catch some 💤 . This made him a little worried at first when you didn’t respond.

“Does it feel good baby girl?” He whispered. hearing no answer he slowly looked over to your face seeing you were sound asleep. Kylians feeling prouder than ever kissed your shoulder and moved up closer to you sneaking an arm around your waist. Kylian and you now getting the nap you both deserved.

[kickthecan-revolution]

I’m not sure what this lady was doing on the beach but this is Seattle and we don’t judge.

I didn’t sleep well and woke with an awful headache. My liver is irritated by the chemo (they don’t seem worried about it but confirmed I need to stay away from Advil and Tylenol). I tried tea, then a little bit of coffee, then stretching. Nothing helped. I ended up taking a long walk and as we say here, the mountain (Mount Rainier) was out. I watched kids on a field trip exploring tide pools and one was so excited to show me her hermit crab she’d found. I was equally excited to show her my sea glass.

As I walked, I prayed the rosary and I cried with each prayer. I don’t even know why but I just let it happen. I ordered food from my favorite restaurant - it got here and I only ate a little and then cried about that too. I took a nap and felt better and then talked to this new therapist about my brother and I and my sister and cried even more.

I’m tired and the fatigue makes me emotional. All of the things I used to do to wake me up, coffee, planning, working - not doing those anymore. Mostly though I’m so weary of being so hypercritical. Of judging myself, my siblings, the person behind the counter at the airport restaurant that embarrassed me so I was a bitch to her. Ugh. The way I was effusive to the Hertz customer service rep who gave me a car even though I’d rented from the wrong location.

I’m tired of dividing everyone into a Good camp or Bad. It is a mercurial judging panel that never goes on commercial break, like ever. My mind is downsizing and babies, you need to find somewhere else to sit. Everyone has multitudes but we only make them available and accessible in degrees - I’m tired of the Golden Buzzer or the Blooper reel and nothing in between.

[audiovisualrecall]

My dad's been sick for 2 days ish bit not much beyond sniffles till yesterday and got a PCR done and they said they'd email him in the morning. This morning came and went and we heard nothing, finally he called them to find out that oh yeah someone logged the result but did nothing else with it. He's positive for covid, too, of course. But they for some reason didn't even consider prescribing paxlovid even tho as an over-65 yr old they Should have?? Last time they both got it, both were given paxlovid. This one didn't even suggest he ask his gp or anything. So he tried to call his doctor bc also he has prostate cancer so like yeah maybe he should be on the antiviral??? And it took all day to get a response and idk. My mom had paxlovid prescribed and called in and then was told she needed to take a different antiviral bc paxlovid interacts with her heart meds, apparently, so anyway we have an extra brand new box of it lying around, so if his doctor said yes, take paxlovid, he could use that one instead of going to pick up another box and letting this one go to waste. But he used his Customer Service Voice when he spoke to them and also honestly downplayed his symptoms- both yesterday and today, as the day got later he got the chills and sat in his computer chair with his hood up and dozed/napped most of the afternoon away. He seemed to wake up more after dinner last night and was fine earlier today, same as yesterday during the daytime, but he went from 99°f during their phone call to 101 (I think, it mightve been 100.1, my ears are stuffed due to covid, ugh) an hour or 2 later. And was still slumped in his chair napping with the hood up and despite advil, totally out of it until ma needed him to move his car so she could go out to get something. He still looks like shit tho, pale af. Anyway so bc he downplayed it on the phone to the Dr they didn't recommend the paxlovid I guess which i don't get, at all. Like the only reason I didn't take it is bc I cannot manage those horse pills. No way. Also bc I didn't realize I was sick until 3 days in. And yes technically he is 3 days in to being sick, too, so the effectiveness of the antiviral would be lessened, compared to starting it right away, but personally I think it's worth it anyway for him, but obvs not my choice, so.

Now he's up watching woodshop videos or whatever when he clearly needs the sleep. But whatever

[medicine-and-molly]

ugh rn i need so many advils or so much coffee or to be kissed until i can’t breathe or to cry on the kitchen floor or to take a very long nap

[rickybowensfever]

Sicktember - Zach has a headache

Another @sicktember post! Today’s story is with my oc’s Kylie and Zach. 

Prompts: 

Blankets

Medicine

Missing Out 

Headache 

Fever

 Zach and Kylie are in the last week of summer before their senior year of high school and want to make every minute count. So, when Zach arrives at Kylie’s family’s End of the Summer BBQ looking flushed and develops a headache, Kylie drops everything to take care of him. 

Zach swings by the kitchen where his sister, Emily is garnishing her avocado toast — a sprinkle of paprika, an egg over easy — before taking the right Instagram photo to share with her friends.

“‘Morning!” Zach croaks, startled by the sound of his voice. Must just be my morning voice he tries to convince himself. 

He grabs a glass from the wooden cabinet nearest to the refrigerator and pours a glass of orange juice for himself before finding a quick breakfast. 

His eyes grow wide when he sees a white plate with four pieces of bacon lying on it. He quickly takes piece by piece until only one remains on the plate. 

 “Zach!!” Emily exclaimed, her eyes raised and face scrunched in annoyance. 

“Those were for Mom!” she explains, holding a hand on her hip. 

“Sorry…” he mutters, “That would’ve been nice to know before, you know” he gestures his hands to the plate of bacon, pouting his lip. 

“Ugh, it’s fine. I can just make more” 

“Sorry, I have to be at Kylie’s soon for their barbeque and I totally woke up late,” he says trying to justify his actions. 

 “Oh, nice! I’m going to try and stop by later with Kara”  she half-smiles. Emily has been seeing a girl named Kara for over a month now since they met at her summer job as a school nurse at a summer day camp. Emily’s first job since she graduated from Med School. 

 Zach touched his Home screen button to reveal the time, 12:48 PM with five unread messages from Kylie probably asking him where he was. 

 “Fuck. I better go” Zach said, panicked. He had been up late watching Netflix aimlessly and his throat was sore. He had tried everything: tea and honey, gargling with salt water, and honey-flavored cough drops. Nothing was curing the aching in his throat. 

Finally, around 2 am, he was able to fall asleep thanks to some NyQuil. 

But, he was deeply regretting his decisions when he woke up at 11:45 am after Kylie told him to get to her house at 12. 

Luckily, the pain in his throat had hindered. Please, don’t do this to me again, he said into his mirror as he pulled on a blue t-shirt and khaki shorts. 

 Zach pulled into the Daniels’ driveway which was beginning to pack up with cars. As he parked his car, Kylie’s brother, Blake ran over to him waving his arms around in excitement. 

Blake was a year younger than Kylie and Zach, playing in a band with some of his high school friends. 

“Yo! You playing tonight?” Zach asked as he got out of the car to greet him with a handshake. 

Blake laughed, “Nah. I got out of that tonight. One of my bandmates is taking their brother to college,” he said. 

Blake escorted Zach to the back gate where their ingrown pool was fenced in and the party was brewing. Kylie waved to her boyfriend the minute she saw him. She wore an ombre purple bikini top with denim shorts and flip-flops, pulling out pool noodles for the kids to play with. 

Zach smiled, walking over to her, greeting her younger cousins. He pulled her in for a kiss on the cheek.

“Do you have any water?” he asked feeling dehydrated. 

Kylie perked up, turning her head toward him. 

“Yeah! Right in the blue cooler”, she mentioned, throwing a couple of pool noodles into the pool at the kids. The kids screamed with excitement, one laying on their stomach and the others blowing water out the trunk of the noodle. Kylie giggled. 

Zach pulled a cold water bottle out of the cooler and sighed out of relief. Suddenly, he felt light-headed and super thirsty. He chugged the water bottle until only drops of water remained. 

“Let’s go inside. My mom still needs help getting everything set up” she mentioned. 

Zach nodded, following her lead. 

Kylie closed the gate over and started heading into the house. 

When they walked into the Daniels’ home, Zach was immediately greeted by her family members. 

“Zach! Nice to see ya,” Uncle Tim said. Zach nodded waving at him. “I’ll be right back, you chat” Kylie whispered in his ear. 

Zach shrugged. “Ready for senior year? Do you have any colleges picked out?” Aunt Michelle (Tim’s wife) asked. 

Zach dreaded this question. He wasn’t sure what he wanted to do. 

“Uh, I’m going to community college, actually,” he said, confidently. 

“Oh,” they said in unison. Zach was so used to hearing the disappointment in their voices when he told any adult he wasn’t going the “traditional” route for college. 

Why was it so bad that he’d rather save money and figure out what he actually wanted to do instead of contributing to being in crippling debt from student loans? His sister had done the same thing and now, she landed a job as a school nurse. When he figured out whatever the hell he wanted to do in life, he would be successful, too. 

“Yeah! Trying to save money” he said smiling at them. This was his cue to walk away. He walked over to the sectional in the living room across from the kitchen where the TV was playing a re-run of a Food Network competition. 

Once the winner was revealed and another episode started, Zach looked around for his girlfriend. The chatter of Kylie’s loud relatives made his head start to hurt and fatigue set in. 

His eyes lit up when he saw a hint of purple and his girlfriend bringing in a folded chair for an elderly woman to sit in. He ran over to Kylie as soon as he saw her. 

 “Hey. Can I go lay down in your room? I have a headache” he said, talking low so no one could hear him. 

“Sure. Do you want some Advil?” she asked, pouting her lip with concern, “You look a little flushed” she mentioned. 

Zach nodded, “Yeah, that’d be great” and jogged up the stairs turning a corner in the hallway to enter her room. 

The noise died down as he closed the door. Now only hints of loud voices were in the distance. Zach grabbed a fuzzy blanket from a wicker basket and lied on top of her dark purple comforter, closing his eyes as his head pounded. 

Then, the door opened. 

Kylie rubbed his back saying, “Hey, I brought some water and Advil” 

Zach opened his eyes and grabbed the two pink tablets from her hand, chasing them with the water. 

“A nap might help? You look exhausted” she said brushing her hand through his soft brown hair. 

He nodded, “Thanks” and curled back into his position. A shiver went through his body. Making Kylie now more concerned. 

“Do you feel okay? Besides the headache?” she asked quietly. 

“Mhmm” Zach mumbled. “Alright, I’ll check in later, or come and get me if you’re feeling better,” she said, closing her door over. 

 Zach woke up an hour later, feeling cold, his throat burning, and his head pounding more than earlier. He groaned. He could just go home and rest, but driving felt impossible. 

He laid in the bed trying to muster up some strength to send Kylie a text. He waited, counted to five in his head, and slowly picked his body up. 

Z: come here pls i need u 

K: coming! 

He threw his phone down and curled back up in his position. Shivering under the one blanket from earlier. 

The door opened and Kylie quietly walked. 

“Hey, everything okay?” she asked, calmly. 

Zach opened his eyes seeing she changed into a Lakewood University shirt - the college she was most eager to attend. 

“Need to go home. Can’t drive” he muttered. 

“Aw, what’s wrong?” she asked, worried.

“Everything,” he said, his voice raspy. “I just need to go” 

Zach groaned. “Babe, you can stay here. I don’t mind. I know you don’t feel well” she offered. 

He was silent. 

Kylie held in a laugh, resting the back of her hand on his forehead. “I think you have a fever,” she said frowning. 

“Why don’t you stay here until you’re feeling a little better? Then, I’ll drive you home” she suggested. “Your sister and your mom are already here, so I don’t think anyone would even be at your house”

“Okay,” he mumbled.

 “Let me get you some medicine and see if you have a fever,” she said, running out to the hallway closet where the Daniel’s stored their medicine. 

Kylie returned to the room with a bottle of Tylenol and a digital thermometer. 

“I’m sorry, but I need you to get up. Please” 

Zach slowly, painfully got up and looked at his girlfriend. 

Kylie frowned at his glassy eyes and pink cheeks. 

“This should help relieve your symptoms for a bit,” she said gesturing to the pink bottle.

Zach just looked at her. He looked exhausted, she thought. 

She poured the liquid into a plastic measuring cup and handed it over to him. Zach took a big gulp of the medicine, wincing from the taste. 

“It’ll make you feel so much better. I promise” she said smiling softly, then grabbing the digital thermometer. 

“Next,” she said holding the thermometer in the air. Zach opened his mouth, letting the instrument rest under his tongue. 

“I’ll get some more blankets while we wait,” she said softly. 

Even though he felt like utter shit, Zach was so grateful for Kylie. She would drop anything for him, even their family’s annual barbeque. Even before they made things official, as just friends, she was still always there for him. 

Beep. Finally, the thermometer beeped as she held two blankets in her arms. 

She placed the blankets on the bed as Zach lied on his back with the blanket she gave him earlier. 

Kylie took the instrument out of her boyfriend’s mouth and read it. “Okay, you probably just have a bad cold. Nothing we can’t fix! And, you have a little fever, but the medicine should help with that ” she explained. 

Zach grabbed the blankets at the end of the bed, ignoring whatever she was saying. 

“Zach? Are you listening to me?” she asked noticing her boyfriend’s extra blanket. 

He placed the blanket on top of the other and sighed out of relief. 

“Sorry, what did you say?” he asked. 

Kylie sighed. “I said, you have a little fever. But I think you just have a bad cold. Nothing we can’t fix” 

Zach nodded, feeling warmth under the blankets. “Sorry. I really was looking forward to today” he muttered. 

“Oh, don’t even worry! We had a great summer, anyway. Now, let’s get you better” she said kissing him on the forehead. 

See more of Zach and Kylie! 

LOVE SICK 

[broodsys]

ugh. still ow. i took a hot bath and some advil and a 3 hour nap but the pulled muscle is still p bad

luckily it's not constantly painful or anything, it's the type that u move wrong and u get that powerful awful painful twinge, but still.

im just glad i don't need to do anything today. did my aquarium water changes yesterday and it's gonna rain all weekend so the garden doesn't need my attention

[buckthegrump]

Falling Slowly - 6

Summary: A story of love

Pairing: Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Word Count: 1662

Warnings: Angst, people being assholes, and fluff, the start of an asthma attack

A/n: if you want to be tagged please send me an ask, Previous parts on my masterlist.

For the next few weeks you and Wanda had become really close with the boys and they had a fifth roommate you had yet to meet. But you kept going on dates with Brock and they kept giving you shit about it but he was being nice and everything he should be. Every time you would hang out with him that wasn’t technically a date he’d always push to hang out with his friends instead of yours; you were afraid they would run him off anyhow. His friends were mostly his teammates which is what you expected.

“Wanda how much booze do we actually need?” You and she were out shopping getting things for a girls night, which was much needed. “Isn’t it just us tonight, I don’t think that we will need four bottles.”

“No, my friend from my calc class is coming I told you this. She’s so much fun you’ll like her I promise.” She assured you, Wanda was typically right about these things.

“Alright well let's hurry up because we should clean at least the living room before she gets there so we don’t look like complete slobs.”

An hour later you were back at your apartment and cleaning like crazy before Wanda got a text asking to be let up. Wanda went downstairs and brought up a very beautiful redhead.

“Hi I’m Natasha Wanda talks a lot about you.” She reaches out her hand and you take it.

“Y/n. Hopefully, only bad stuff so that way you are pleasantly surprised when I’m not that bad.” She laughed at that which was a good sign. 

“No, she’s said some good stuff too.”

“Oh well, I don’t believe that Wanda knows how to be nice.”

“Y/n, I can be nice, bitch.” Wanda defended herself.

“See?” You said to Natasha mostly ignoring Wanda.

“Whatever let's start the movie.” Wanda stomped over to the couch as you and Natasha laughed.

The night went on and you were liking Natasha more and more and she insisted that you call her Nat. You didn’t really watch the movies you mostly talked and got to know one another, for example, you learned that she was roommates with the boys, which you found odd because you couldn’t imagine Natasha putting up with their bullshit. In the middle of the conversation, someone started calling you.

“Y/n, you know the rules no phones unless it’s your parents or an emergency!” Wanda was slightly drunk by this point so she was yelling. So you ignored it but then it starts ringing again. “Who is it?”

“It’s Brock?” You were confused because Brock has never called you in the middle of the night. “I’m going to answer it, it’s got to be semi-important if he’s called me twice.” You got up and walked into your room. “Hello?”

“Why didn’t you answer your phone?” He demanded.

“It’s girls night and we have a no phone policy, I told you this.”

“Even for the people, you're dating? I was worried.”

“Brock, what’s wrong why are you calling?” You asked trying not to let your annoyance show.

“Wow,” apparently it didn’t work. “I was just calling my girlfriend to see how she was doing.”

He hadn’t ever called you that before so you were unsure of how to respond. Being you, you elected to ignore it and move on.

“That’s sweet and I’m doing great but I’m going to go back to girls night now.”

“Noo Y/n stay on the phone with me.” He whined.

“Brock I’m getting off the phone goodbye I’ll talk to you tomorrow.” You wait a little bit to see if he’ll say goodbye. He didn’t, he just hung up. “Great.”

“Is everything ok?” Nat asked you as you sit back down on the couch.

“Yeah, he just wanted to talk to me.”

“Ugh gross,” Wanda said under her breath.

“He did call me his girlfriend though.” Which earned you a gag from Wanda.

“Has he ever said that before?” Nat asked and you both ignored Wanda.

“No, we haven’t even had that conversation yet. And he just said it out of the blue. I think he might have been drunk.” 

“Well, my mom always said that if a boy has to be drunk to tell you something sweet it doesn’t count until he’s said it sober first,” Wanda said and you agreed. So you decided not to worry about it until he did something about it sober.  

You and the girls enjoyed the rest of the night by getting drunk and trash-talking the shitty movies that came on Netflix.

The next morning you woke up to a really bad hangover and were not looking forward to facing the day. You went to your first class and didn’t get anything done. You and Wanda were trying to keep the other in an upright position. You were pretty sure that the professor knew this but she didn’t seem to care.

The next class you had you had with Brock and he sat next to you but he was in a pissy mood, and you honestly were in no shape to be dealing with it. It was a workday to catch up on any assignments you didn’t have done, and when Brock opened his mouth you regretted not skipping.

“So how was last night?” He was being passive-aggressive.

“It was fun I had a good time with my friends.” Two could play at this game.

“Were Bucky and Sam and all them there?” So that’s what this was really about.

“No, it was just Wanda and our new friend Natasha which is what girls night is about, no boys.” He was silent after that until he invited you to hang out with his friends again tonight and you reluctantly agreed.

You had a four-hour break before your last class because one was canceled so you ran home and took some Advil and a nap. And it did wonders. You walked past Wanda who was getting ready for work as you walked to your next class.

You jammed the up button for the elevator three more times before returning to stare at the door. You liked taking the older elevator no one else seemed to take it and you liked not having to stop at every floor before yours. You finally heard the ding and the doors slid open, you got in and pressed the button and right before they were about to close someone slid through in the nick of time. 

Steve stood next to you and gave you a smile which you returned. You two stood in silence as you rode the elevator to the fourth floor.  Then somewhere around the third floor, the elevator stopped.

“Great this is exactly what I need.” You pressed the button as Steve chuckled at your sarcastic remark. You smiled to yourself realizing you liked the sound of his laugh.

“Maybe it will start up again on its own.” He shrugged and you couldn’t help but think about how sexy his voice was. “But I’ll text Bucky and see if he can get help.”

“You won’t get service.” He checked his phone anyway just in case you were wrong but you weren’t. He sighed heavily and you smirked a little. “Told ya so.”

“Thanks.” Steve slid his phone back into his pocket. You let out a sigh and put your backpack down and sat on the floor. Steve gave you an odd look but ended up joining you. You stared blankly at the doors and he kept looking at you. 

Should I talk to him? Probably who knows how long we’ll be in here and it’s not like we don’t know each other. What would you talk about with Wanda? Probably about things that other people don’t care about. God, I wish I had cell service I would text her and ask for help. Just think Y/n it’s just talking to someone pretend he’s someone else and just talk to him.

“Y/n?” His voice interrupted your internal freakout. “I asked you what your major is?”

“Oh, it’s early childhood studies. I want to be a preschool teacher, which ya know is totally gonna pay off my debt for college. What’s yours?”

“Criminal Justice. But that’s cool, I once thought that I could be a teacher but yeah their pay isn’t the best.” The conversation was a lot easier now that you stopped over-thinking it there were times when you couldn’t think of a question but Steve always had one up his sleeve. It was mostly about school and what you did for work. How had you gone weeks without talking to him?

After a while, you look at your phone. “Holy shit!”

“What?”

“We’ve been in here for an hour. Do you think anyone has noticed that we’re missing?”

“I’m pretty sure Bucky or one of the others will notice I don’t typically just not show up to class.” Steve’s reassurance was working until the lights went out. A stopped elevator wasn’t ideal, you could’ve held out for a while but a dark stopped elevator was a different story. Your breathing became strained, you sat down and tucked your knees under your chin.

“Are you having a panic attack?” You had forgotten that Steve was there with you for a second. And you shook your head, remembering that he couldn’t see you, you reached for your phone to turn on the flashlight but the lack of air you were getting made it more difficult than it should’ve been.

Steve was faster than you and turned his on and you shook your head no again so he could see it this time. It was asthma. You hadn’t had an attack in a long time but you knew it was because you didn’t get panic attacks this badly. 

“An asthma attack?” Nod. 

“Ok do you have your inhaler?” You shook your head no.

[fightevilandthengetblownup]

FIC: Surpassed All Men III

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The past three weeks had been strange. Or rather, strange things had kept happening around and to her and Jo still couldn’t work out what on earth it had all meant.

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It had started with Grey’s refusal to leave her side except for toilet breaks since he’d gotten home that afternoon. And he watched her more than usual. Not in the way Jo had gotten completely desensitized to over the years - the watching that was more studying, usually with a pencil or charcoal in one hand and a sketchbook or piece of paper or sometimes even a napkin in the other - but in a much more concerning way.

When she’d finally woken from her nap, Grey had softly suggested they start getting dinner ready and then had persisted saying her name every time her back was turned. The weirdest part was that he’d denied it entirely, and looked at her strangely when after the third time she’d asked “what” that Jo had just laughed loudly and said he was the cutest prankster she knew. They’d spent the rest of the night together like always - a tub of ice cream between them as they watched an older movie together, wrapped up under a blanket despite the slightly balmy Spring night time, and Jo had just ignored every time she heard her name from the other unless it was that soft pet name instead.

In the morning, she’d woken with a slight headache and that had just been the start of that new development that happened every day upon waking. Like her ears were ringing with the ghosts of something she hadn’t heard and it was all catching up to her in a rush of noise and a pounding in her temples as she’d sit up for the first time of the day. However, two Advil with her coffee and Jo was right as rain for the rest of the day. Or at least, right so far as the headache went.

There was still that annoying little voice, or voices, calling out her name on occasion but after the fifth time that such a call occurred followed almost immediately by a text message or phone call from one of the younger hunters on the scene or from one of her boys, Jo figured it was just like a phantom itch before her phone would buzz like the feeling of the phone’s vibration before it would really go off. However she could tell that Grey had noticed something from how he would stare at her each time it happened, a tiny crease between his brows she hadn’t seen since their daughter got home and they’d fixed her apartment to be as safe as possible all over again.

This ongoing pattern became part of her everyday routine, and Jo slowly began to be able to recognize the voice before the call would come in.

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‘Jo...’ Frowning, the blonde rubbed at her temple for a second as she set down the wooden spoon into her mixing bowl with a sigh. This was getting a little annoying, whatever it was, but recognizing the voice gently whispering her name that time, Jo let out a small happy noise.

“Jo?” Grey perked his head up at the sound of her stopping her baking, looking over at her and Jo merely shook her head back at his query. “You okay, pretty one?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, I just-” She started replying before the opening chords of her ringtone started chiming through the room. Jo let out a small laugh as she reached over for her phone, flashing up ‘Unknown’ at her before she answered and set the call straight to speaker. “Hey Billy, what’s up?”

“It’s me- uh, Mom?” “Yeah, babyboy what’s up?” “Um, I had a question about a case I’m on with Jake.” “Sure, shoot!”

“Mom,” The voice at the other end of the phone sounded hesitant, and Jo shrugged to herself as she began wiping off her floury hands on her apron. “How’d you know it as me? I’m on a motel phone?”

“Call it mother’s intuition, Billyboy.” The blonde let out a laugh as she moved around to lean against the countertop, making a surprised noise as a hand came around her waist and Grey’s chin rested over her shoulder to look at the phone screen. “Your dad’s here too-”

“Hey dad!” “Hey Billy. You had a question for your mom?” “Oh! Oh yeah!”

Jo smiled her way through the call, trying to keep the amusement off her voice as she answered the other’s questions, called a greeting to the other young hunter as he seemingly entered the motel room, and teased both younger men that they better be back in town the next month for the surprise birthday dinner for Sam. She knew she didn’t do a good job of it as Grey wrapped a tighter arm around her waist, and when they ended the call he ran a hand over her hair gently.

“Pretty one, how are you doing?” Grey asked gently, stroking his fingers over her ear gently as he looked at her in concern. “How much more you have to do on the brownies?”

“Just into the pan and then into the oven.” “Good, I’ll get that done and then did you want a massage while it bakes?”

Biting down on a pleased moan, Jo nodded under his hand before the other pressed his lips gently against her forehead and moved around to get the rest of the baking done. Perhaps her attempts to hide when the headaches were starting wasn’t particularly good, but at least she always got something sweet out of it.

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The next strange thing had been the sugar cravings. Jo had always had a sweet tooth, but one morning two weeks after Gabriel had visited when she found herself dumping five spoons of sugar into her coffee to make it tolerable she had been so confused. That had just been the first in a long line of strange desires - from brownies at all hours of the day, to putting honey on practically every meal, and her pouting for five long minutes before Grey had agreed to summon her more apple sauce for the pork roast she had already dumped almost an entire jar on the side of her plate with.

All in all, her food cravings weren’t particularly strange, until the one afternoon she had a desire she hadn’t since she was carrying Fiona.

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“Hun,” Jo asked quietly as she was slumped over the kitchen table with her laptop up. There had been email after email coming in all afternoon from all corners of the country - and a chain that was updated every two minutes from the group of tech-savvy researchers that was draining all of her focus - but all the blonde could think about was a craving she couldn’t put into words. “Hun, I need food.”

“Jo, you’re in the kitchen.” “So?” “So get yourself something.”

“But huuuun,” The blonde whined as she looked up from the screen to see the other chopping the ingredients for dinner and looking back at her in exasperation. Waiting for Grey to catch her eye, Jo slowly shifted to the side, leaning a little further forward in her sundress and pressing her arms together rather obnoxiously. “I’m hungry and I don’t know what I want.”

There was a long pause before the other sat the chef's knife down and brushed his hands off on the side of his jeans with a frown. “What do you feel like? Let me guess, something sweet?”

“Yes!” “Well, I’ve got some fruit in the fridge from Shada’s visit-” “Ugh!”

“Jo, you know as well as I that fruit isn’t going to hurt you.” Grey let out a bit of a laugh at her antics, moving towards the cupboards and fridge alike, opening the doors so that he could review the contents. “But fine, we’ve got chocolate-”

“No thanks.” “What about some cookies?” “Nope!” “Popcorn?” “Oh yes!”

“On its own?” The other asked quietly as he moved around to set a pan with oil onto the stovetop and begin the process to get the corn kernels popped and the afternoon snack prepared. Jo let out a disappointed whine that got a returned laugh. “Okay, what with then?”

“Oh, oh, I want it with pickles and peanut butter and Siracha and honey!” Jo found herself immediately knowing the flavors she wanted, that had been dancing on the corner of her desires before. As she rattled them off, she didn’t even remember why she knew she loved the combination, other than that it needed to be perfectly balanced with more sweetness and peanut than the tang of pickles or heat of the chili. “And mini marshmallows, do we have any?”

“Uh,” Grey stumbled over the response, pausing with his back to her and Jo frowned noticing the way his shoulders suddenly went tense. “Jo? You want that combination?”

The other’s words made her freeze for a moment, tilting her head as she thought about the way he seemed to react before running through in her mind what she had asked for. She’d last had the exact same cravings when she had been waddling around the house with her second baby, and the strange combination had been all she wanted to eat for months. Slowly she found her eyes widening, and a slight concern running through her. “Oh. Uh, yeah I do. But not for that reason though!” Jo found herself rushing to say as she rubbed at the back of her neck nervously. “I just... I really want somethin’ sweet, but tangy, and hot and... I like marshmallows.”

The pause between the both of them until the sound of popping started under the metal pot lid, and as Grey pulled a face, he looked at her in concern and worry before getting everything together. Jo found herself frowning even as the craving and desire she’d felt growing all afternoon faded satiated as she chewed on the popcorn as soon as he’d set the bowl down and started back on dinner.

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As strange as the cravings had been and developed, that sudden desire having grown to be frequently wanted each day, Jo found herself disturbed most of all as the last thing she’d noticed happening. It had been subtle at first, and she couldn’t pinpoint exactly when it began, but the last time she’d been out of the house, Jo had almost found herself crying and racing home immediately rather than face it more.

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Jo and Fiona were sitting at the other’s favorite cafe when it first started that morning.

The quiet sound of someone chuckling. It seemed a little out of place, and a little too repetitive rather than genuine. The sour sound of huffed laughter the same way over and over. The dark tone but with none of the amusement that usually filled the sound with warmth for most people. Jo’d frowned a little - the sound something she’d heard a few times over the last few weeks, but never quite as loud or as close, or for as long.

“What on earth is that?” Jo sighed, rubbing a hand to her temple for a moment as she looked about herself, as Fi looked back at her in confusion. “Can you hear-”

“The weird constant laughter?” “Yeah that.” “It’s definitely weird, I, uh, I can’t find anyone feeling amused enough for that.”

The blonde frowned across at her daughter as the brunette looked about herself and held tightly onto the cup of green tea she’d ordered over touching her salad. Fiona looked about to each table, brown eyes wide and confused as she seemed to look around the both of them. It wasn’t something that the other did usually, and Jo reached across the table to place a hand comfortingly against the other’s wrist.

At that moment, the sound grew louder, and over the top of Fiona’s shoulder, Jo could see all of the other customers sitting nearby started laughing loudly. Loudly, bitterly and with the same lack of amusement and warmth as the rest of them. The waitress came over and as she set Jo’s lemon meringue pie down in front of her was giggling manically as she placed the plate down and looked at the pair of them expectantly.

Jo raised an eyebrow for a moment, glancing between the giggling woman and her daughter who had jerked back in her chair and twisted as far away from the waitress as possible.

The pair of them shared a concerned look as the woman walked away after Jo muttered the word ‘thanks’, and the disconcerting feeling grew with the sound of laughter grew louder and louder over their meal.

“Mom...” “I know, darlin’, we’re goin’ now.”

Jo threw a few notes down on the table to cover their meal and a large tip before the pair left and intended to walk around the local shopping mall. That was until the laughter continued. Loud and abrasive, and slowly driving and digging at something deep inside of the blonde as the pair scurried towards the exit.

It wasn’t until they reached the car that Jo gave in to that little voice inside - letting out a loud laugh as she leaned her head against the top of the car, unable to stop the sound as it rang across the car park and she blinked a few times through the tears that ran free down her face to see her daughter’s face screwed up in concern, even as her lips tugged up in her own hysterical laughter.

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Coming home after a long day with a horrible headache & Harry’s cheery when he sees you but you tell him you have a headache & that you’re going to take a nap & he’s concerned, asking if you need anything but you say no & head upstairs, changing into your pjs & taking a nap. & harry would make you guys a big dinner & while it’s cooking, he’d come upstairs, rubbing your back & you’d wake up & he’s show you that he brought you a hot cup of tea & some Advil, smoothing your hair back as you drink it

please :( I need this :( he would be so sweet ugh 

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A Strange Encounter (Doctor Strange x Reader) Chapter 5

Summary: You are just an average girl in the Big Apple but one day everything changes when you meet a very interesting and rather... strange man.

A/N: wow I am sorry guys I meant to update this earlier but I have been so busy getting back into the swing of school and I kept putting this off :( I hope you all enjoy this chapter! I will have more coming much more frequently I promise. In terms of details for this chapter I tried my best to describe what Stephen's apartment looks like, but if you've seen Doctor Strange I'm sure you already know what it looks like :)

Warnings: none

Word Count: 1520

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Previously in a Strange Encounter - Chapter 4

“Wait no you can’t take me home, Bianca is gonna KILL me if I come home drunk. She hates when I go out drinking without her.”

“I think she’ll understand this once.” Stephen said to you with a very loving tone.

“No she’s gonna be so mad, can I just crash at your place?” Stephens face looked shocked.

“Yeah okay you can spend the night.” He said as he pulled out of the parking lot and started his drive home. You smiled at him and slowly closed your eyes as you started to fall asleep.

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You woke up to Stephen unbuckling your seat belt, about to lift you up out of the car before he saw your eyes had fluttered open.

“Well good morning, did you have a nice nap?” you smiled at him as you started to close your eyes again, you felt so tired and wanted to fall asleep right there. “Okay let’s get you upstairs before you spend the night in my car.”

Stephen held on to you all the way up to his apartment, you tried to convince him you could make it on your own but he didn’t want to risk you falling or wandering off. You thought it was sweet of him to care about you so much.

When you walked into his apartment your eyes widened at the sight, jaw dropping to the floor as you pulled away from Stephen and walked further in. “This… this is your apartment?”

Stephen laughed at you as he put his keys on the table. “Yeah I know, it’s quite a view isn’t it.” He said, chuckling as you walked straight toward the huge window where the back wall should have been.

You walked around, completely in awe of how spacious and beautiful this place was. In your wandering you found what you assumed was his little mini bar. You were intrigued by the crystal bottles holding who knows what in them. You didn’t even hesitate as you poured yourself a drink, feeling so fancy in the process. You turned around and saw Stephen looking down at his phone, staring at him as you slowly sipped your drink. When he looked up at you his face quickly changed from happy to panic as he rushed over to you.

“Oh no no no, we are definitely done with that. How about some water hmm?” he tried to grab the drink from your hand but you turned around, trying to play a game of keep away. The only flaw in your plan was that Stephen was much taller than you, so with a hand looming over your head you felt the glass slip from your hands as your heard Stephen give a relieving sigh.

You looked at him with a pout. “You’re no fun.” but he didn’t seem bothered by your insult. Instead he walked back over to you, placing his hand on your shoulders.

“I think it’s time for you to go to bed.” He put one hand on your back and outstretched the other, motioning you to move, but you didn’t budge. Instead you grabbed his outstretched hand, placing it with his other hand behind your back.

“But does the night really have to end now.” you said with a very suggestive tone. Before Stephen could even respond you pulled down on his tie, bringing him down to your level and kissing him very passionately, pulling him closer to you with every second. It was only a few second before Stephen was able to break free.

“Yes, I’m afraid so, you need to get some rest.” and with that you were on your way to bed.

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You woke up unsure where you were and with a pounding headache. You looked around the room, trying to remember what could have landed you here but it was no use. You looked over to your left to see a nightstand with a glass of water and some Advil, without hesitation you reached for it, tossing back the pills and downing the whole glass.

It wasn’t until you decided to get out of the strange bed that you even noticed you were no longer wearing your dress from the night before. Instead you were in a very oversized band t-shirt that was basically a dress on you, falling all the way down to your knees. You assumed it must have been Stephen’s and then it hit you. You were at Stephen’s apartment. You quickly looked back over to the bed but you didn’t see anyone else in it. You decide to leave the room, your bare feet cold against the dark tile floor.

You made your way into the kitchen where you saw Stephen sitting down at the table reading a newspaper. He was wearing blue jeans, a grey t-shirt, and a dark blue cardigan, and damn did he look good in it. The pitter patter of your bare feet on the tile caught Stephen’s attention as he looked up from his paper and at you. 

“Ah good morning (Y/N), did we sleep well.” You looked at him sheepishly as you stood in the doorway.

“Um, I didn’t… I mean we didn’t…” you pointed back towards the room.

“Oh no don’t worry, I slept on the couch.” he said as he pointed over to the makeshift bed.

“Oh okay good, and so I’m guessing… I put myself into these clothes?” He nodded and you laughed as you looked over at him and then back down at your feet.

“Well since you’re up, would you like some coffee?” you nodded your head as you walked over to sit at the table beside him, shivering a little at how cold he kept his apartment.

“Oh here you look cold.” Stephen said as he walked over to the couch, grabbing a blanket for you.

You smiled as he wrapped it around your body, the smell of him filling the air around you as you nuzzled into the fuzzy blanket. Stephen walked over to the fridge, standing looking in it before looking back at you.

“Well it appears that there isn’t much to eat here, and I’m not much of a chef, shall we go get breakfast?” Stephen looked down at his watch, “Or at this point lunch?” You looked at him a little confused.

“Shouldn’t you be going to work? I know it’s the weekend but don’t doctors still work weekends?”

“Yeah actually I called in today, I didn’t have any surgeries scheduled and I wasn’t about to leave you here alone.” He smiled at you and the look he was giving you made your heart melt.

“Okay, well if we’re getting breakfast would it be possible to swing by my apartment to get me some more presentable clothing,” you motioned to the shirt you were swimming in, “I love ABBA and all, but I don’t think this is really a going out look.” Stephen laughed at you before responding.

“Yeah of course, but I do think this look is pretty great,” he said with a wink.

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Stephen drove you back to your apartment to get changed. As you slowly unlocked the door you prayed Bianca was scheduled today. As you opened the door you heard Bianca clear her throat.

“Well well well, look who finally comes home.” She said teasing you.

“I’m so sorry B I didn’t mean to worry you, I got really drunk and I ended up crashing with Stephen.” You said slightly embarrassed as you walked over to get changed.

“Oh honey don’t worry about it, he texted me after your third drink of the night and then again when you got back to his apartment.” You looked up from your dresser and back at Bianca in shock.

“Oh, okay cool, I was really worried you were gonna kill me.”

“Oh I am,” she said with a slightly serious tone, “buuuut I’ll let it slide if you tell me all the details about the night, did you guys, like, ya know…”

“Oh my god no!” You yelled at her as you slipped on some clean clothes from behind the curtain ‘door’ that separates your room. “And I can’t tell you about the night right now, Stephen and I are kinda getting lunch right now, he’s out by the car waiting for me.” You said emerging from behind the makeshift door.

“Actually-“ you heard a voice from the doorway.

“Oh my-“ both you and Bianca were surprised to see Stephen leaning in your doorway laughing at the comment Bianca had made about how the two of you might have spent your night together, “Stephen, I told you to wait in the car.” You said in a very low agitated voice, not actually mad at him though because how could you ever be.

“Well I was going to but I knew I would get bored, plus I wanted to come say hi to Bianca, so… Hello.” He said as he held his hand up and wiggled his fingers in a strange wave.

Bianca laughed at him, “Hey Stephen, thanks for keeping me updated.”

You shook your head as you walked towards him, “You are the worst at following directions.” You said with a laugh.

Stephen leaned down to give you a quick peck, “Oh come on, this little encounter was fun.” He said, kissing you again.

“Ugh gross, get a room you two.” Bianca yelled at you as she threw the paper that was on the table, hitting Stephen in the arm.

Bianca busted out laughing as you grabbed Stephen and stuck your tongue out at your terrible roommate, “Come on Strange, were obviously not welcome here.” And with that the two of you were off.

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A/N: I'm thinking about doing a time jump, not anything crazy like 5 years, maybe just a few weeks or month, let me know what you think!

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hi angel i hope you’re having a great day :) i’ve been feeling so sick all day and i’ve had a few migraines but i’m getting better i think. i just finished my classes for the day and i have so much assignments that are due today idk how i’m gonna do them :( - 🩰

hiiiii. you’ve got this! take it one assignment at a time in incriments with short breaks. i promise it’ll make things a little easier. that’s what i’m doing with the assignments that I have to do by tonight lmao. and I have so much extra stuff to do it’s like ugh. i also have a couple of meetings today and am under so much pressure that my mood is tanking already lmao. 

I used to get migraines all the time. it was unhealthy but I downed like 5 advil or 4 tylenol and I was able to nap it off or it just got better enough for me to function. at one point, I had to see a neurologist and they gave me prescription pain killers. those were great but gave me a little bit of a problem... 

anyway, I believe in you. i believe in your ability to succeed and i’m so proud of you for working on them, even a little bit at a time. i’m always here if you need a break too.