#the snotty tissue (same)

[subtle-as-an-earthquake]

HEAL GUITAR SOLO- featuring Maxie’s feather bower and a snotty tissue on the floor! Surfs up baby! Happy Sunday love MK x

#oh my god i love him #this genuinely brings me so much joy #playing that solo to perfection #the snotty tissue (same) #max just having a little wriggle on the floor showing off the world's fluffiest tail #'feather bower' #i love him #I DO #both of them #miles kane #max kane #instagram #one man band #omb era #happy sunday boo #see you sooooon

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His Home | Adam Fantilli

summary: it’s Adam’s birthday and his debut in the NHL, little does he know you’re there watching

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, oral (fem receiving), swearing.

word count: 3.07k

authors note: welcome back to what I like to call, kei told me not to behave (soft edition?). I’m kidding (sorta) this is a really different to what I usually write because it had a bit of angst in it? The first bit of regular italics are from the Adam birthday video that the bluejackets did and the second is a regular flashback!

It was the clip Adam loved rewatching the most.

You were sat in your dorm in his hoodie and his hat (a detail that only he would pick up on) as you smiled “hey baby!” You smiled as you looked at your phone “now I’ve tried redoing this like eight times now.” You confessed letting out a little laugh.

The picture of Adam on draft night that you had taken after you two snuck out to Dairy Queen stared back at you “I keep on crying and you really don’t need to see me get all snotty again.” You shook your head as the pile of tissues on your bed was beginning to build.

Adam couldn’t help but stare at you in awe as you nervously thought about what it was that you wanted to say “point is I’m so proud of you for getting this far.” You two started dating in October of freshman year and you swore you’d kill him before he broke up with you with before trying long distance “I miss you and I love you.” You confessed wiping your cheek as another tear fell.

As you sucked at your cheek smiling unaware that Adam was doing the same thing “you’re gonna smash it tonight, so happy birthday and play your little heart out there.”

You brought your fingers up to your lips “I’m so proud of you my star.” The video ended as your kissed fingers pressed against the camera ending the video like you did all of your FaceTime calls that you had with him.

Honestly Adam was surprised that he wasn’t sick of that video anymore with the amount of times that he had replayed it “sorry she can’t be here tonight.” Kent knew how upset Adam was that you were unable to make it to his first game.

What was the actual twist of the knife was that you hadn’t responded to anything on all platforms and went as far as to turn your locations off on everything “I just don’t remember making her mad.” Adam sighed as he frowned looking at his lock screen that was a picture of you two in front of the yost one evening.

You were in your Fantilli jersey and he had his arms wrapped around you as he kissed your head “she’s probably just stressed with that class you said she was taking.” Kent shrugged trying to keep a straight face.

The whole team had come together to plan this. The only thing that could possibly be making you stressed right now was the fact that you were trying to not get caught in Columbus.

Yes, the boys convinced you to change around some things as they felt like you being there was the birthday and debut gift that money truly couldn’t buy “I guess you’re right.”

Thankfully for you, Adam never noticed that you were there as you sat far away from his parents and family.

The game ended in a win and Adam was even able to get some points on the board so it was safe to say that you were all excited about more than just the win.

Wanting to give him some time with his family you stayed hidden for a bit mainly getting to know more of his teammates “you know he’s clueless about this right?” Kent smiled as he saw the excited look on your face.

Adam knew it probably sounded terrible but as he listened to his dad’s opinions about the game he couldn’t help it as his eyes wondered off to find you.

His brain hoped that by some divine act you were actually there.

And that was when he saw you.

Well not you, actually the top of your head “shut up!” Adam let out a gasp causing you to turn around in his direction.

Both of you had grins on your faces and tears forming in your eyes “w-what are you doing here?” He asked quickly pushing past people to making sure that he wasn’t dreaming.

As your flowery perfume pushed into his nostrils he knew that you were really there “couldn’t not be here tonight.” You mumbled holding your arms out as he pulled you into a hug.

Usually you would have groaned at how sweaty he was but today you just loved feeling him against you “happy birthday my love.” You smiled looking up at him before you placed a kiss on the hockey players lips “how long are you here for?” The hockey player wanted you there for as long as possible “fly out on Sunday my love.” So that basically meant that you had three whole days with him as well as another game to watch.

At this point the cameras had turned away wanting to give you and Adam the moment in private or at least as private as it could be for being stood out in the open “go get showered and then we can all catch up.” Julia proposed looking at her son as she wrapped her arm around you.

You had gotten to know his parents over the summer and nothing made them happier than seeing the smile on their sons face whenever he looked at you.

So you knew that you were going to sound bad when you thought about this because as fun as it was getting to catch up with Adam’s family and watch him smile as he interacted with his parents.

What you truly wanted was to be with him on the couch talking like you used to.

The Michigan air was cold around Ann Arbor but that wasn’t something you and Adam were complaining about.

No instead you two were comfortably on the couch in your dorm as your roommate was in a class “what are you thinking about?” Adam smiled as he realised that you were staring at him.

His thumb massaged your hip as his baggy basketball shorts left the area of your skin exposed “I’m gonna miss these moments with you.” You confessed as you two loved being on top of each other on the tiny two seater couch.

Before a frown could form on your lips as the thought of the draft came along Adam brought his face closer to yours “the draft is a long way away baby.” The hockey player cooed “so for now let’s enjoy this.” He added pressing his lips against yours.

So as the Uber let you two out at the door of Adam’s apartment building you couldn’t help but smile as you grew excited “are you guys sure you don’t want to come up for a bit?” Adam looked at his family members in the car as he wrapped his hand around you “you two should go have fun.” Julia clearly didn’t mean it in the way that flashed through your mind but it still made you smile as you send her a nod.

You two watched the car drive off before you turned to make your way into the building “can’t believe that you’re truly here.” Adam mumbled pressing a kiss onto your head as he took in the familiar scent of your shampoo.

His hand slid lower now resting on your ass that he gave a squeeze “Adam!”

You squealed jumping as you walked into the elevator.

That resulted in a laugh from the boy who quickly joined you before the doors shut “you can’t blame me for missing you.” His words were true as he locked his hands on either side of you “thought about you all day.” Adam confessed hovering his lips over yours.

A smile formed on your face “I did too,” as you leaned up to kiss him the doors opened causing an awkward meeting for you two with an elderly couple “I’m gonna need to you walk in front of me.” The hockey player‘s whisper sent shivers down your spine as you looked down to see that he was hard.

Trying to keep the giggle from leaving your lips you nodded adjusting yourself so that you could walk in front of Adam who now had one hand on your waist and the other carrying your bag “have a good night.” You sent the couple a smile as the boy forced you out of there as quickly as he could.

You looked to Adam with a teasing look on your face “you got a little problem?” You joked seeing that nobody was in the hallway.

Adam scoffed as he shook his head “not only is this your fault but it also isn’t little.” The boy corrected you as he stopped in front of his door “let me get your keys.” You smirked dropping your hand into his pocket.

If he could tell what you were trying to do then Adam was being a good sport for putting up with it “those aren’t my keys.” He warned as you palmed his dick between the fabric of his pocket and his boxers “I know.” You pressed a kiss against his ear before you pulled his keys out quickly unlocking the door to his apartment.

There was a spilt second before Adam practically pushed you both into the apartment “someone’s needy.” You teased watching as he dropped your bag pressing the door shut with his hand before he made a beeline for you “I know.” Adam repeated your words as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

Giving you a small moment to bring your hands to his neck before he kissed you. You two finally had that moment you had longed for where he could kiss you properly.

His tongue fought with yours as there was no longer the need to behave as someone was watching “fuck,” you moaned feeling his hands cup your ass “jump baby.” Adam didn’t need to tell you for a second time as your legs locked around his waist.

The walk to his room was short, not that either of you truly would have cared because you two were just enjoying the feeling of each others lips “god I’ve missed this.” The hockey player cooed dropping your body onto his bed.

You smiled up at him as he joined you on his bed still wanting to soak in the taste of your lips.

Sure it was etched into his brain but that didn’t mean that Adam wasn’t feeling this sense of being high each time he got to feel your lips against his skin “Adam,” you whined as his hands ran over your waist.

His smile was clear as he pecked your lips one final time “I wanna taste you baby.” Adam shook his head as your hand brushed over his cock.

You tried to protest “it’s your birthday,” you pointed out as you simply wanted to make him feel good “and all I want to do is taste that pretty cunt of yours.” Adam shot back as he shifted down his bed.

Adam hooked his fingers in the waist band of your pants “you look so fucking good today.” The hockey player gushed as he was met with the sight of your lace panties “you knew you were gonna get fucked tonight didn’t you?” The Canadian smirked as he let your panties slide down your legs.

Your head bobbed as you nodded “please A,” you pleaded grabbing at his sheets as Adams breath fanned your cunt.

To say that you were soaked was an understatement as even in his dimly lit room Adam could still see the way that your pussy glistened “gonna make you feel so fucking good tonight.” The hockey players voice was shaky before his tongue ran up your slit settling on your clit.

It was like he was starving at the way he locked his hands around your thighs “shit Adam!” You cried bringing your hand down to his hair gripping onto his locks.

His eyes caught yours as you drove your hips into his face desperate to get off in that very moment.

His tongue swirled around your sensitive nub as he brought his fingers to your soaked cunt “god I’ve missed this,” the vibrations of his laugh sent shivers up your spine as your body shook.

Sure phone sex was a thing but this was a whole new level.

After weeks of not being able to get off through phone sex as your fingers and the sound of Adam’s voice could only do so much.

You were now getting exactly what you wanted “I’m gonna come,” you groaned scrunching your face as your body shook.

Adam nodded as you clenched around his fingers “let go baby.” He smiled lapping up your release as he was reminded how much he missed this.

But just like usual Adam didn’t slow down his movements as you rode his face through your orgasm “n-no A,” you shook your head trying to bring your body up and off of the bed.

His smirk was clear as he continued sucking you clit “baby,” you whined literally pulling his head up as you kissed his lips.

Tasting your release on his tongue made you squirm “you taste so sweet.” Adam groaned as your cunt rubbed against his clothed dick “baby I’m gonna come and I gotta do it in you.” He grunted as you nodded.

It took him seconds to undo his pants as you pulled his jersey over your head leaving you in your bra “god you’re gorgeous.” The hockey player smiled as he grabbed the condom from his wallet.

After you two were caught up after a big game with no condom Adam now had one that lived in his wallet for whenever you two would need it.

Before Adam could rip the wrapper open you had your hands capturing it so that you could wrap it around his cock “don’t tease me baby.” The hockey player warned bringing his hand to your head as you kitten licked the tip of his cock.

His precum oozed out of his swollen tip as you looked up at him with a smile “giving you everything you want tonight.” You mumbled pushing the condom over his cock as you kissed his lips swallowing his moan in the process.

Slowly Adam’s knees sink into the mattress as he comes down to your level “I just want you tonight.” His confession made your heart burst with love and pride “you have me Adam.” You nodded watching as he pressed his hands against your shoulders softly pushing you against the mattress.

Adam let his lips start at yours showing you an immense amount of love before he moved them to your cheek then to your jaw.

His journey slowly continued to your neck “A-Adam!” Your voice shook as your eyes screwed shut.

It made him smile as he pressed a kiss to each of your breasts “I want to take my time with you.” The hockey player cooed rubbing his fingers in your hips as he kissed your stomach “Adam please.” The desperation in your voice made him smile as he stopped.

The boy moved up to the point where his head stood just above yours “I love you baby.” Adam mumbled pressing his forehead against yours as his free hand drove his cock over your clit before he let it slide into your cunt.

You both gasped as the familiar feeling came over you both “this cunt feels like it did just back then.” Adam let out a grunt as you nodded “please move.” You begged making him smile.

He listened to you beginning to slowly bring his hips away from you before he brought them back to yours “you feel so good.” The Canadian cooed as you lifted your legs up to wrap around his waist like it was on instinct.

Like usual he was always so vocal “don’t stop,” you pleaded leaning forward to kiss his lips.

Adam almost collapsed at your neediness “god you’re out of this world.” Your cunt clenched around his cock at those words.

The moment was soft, it seemed that you two weren’t interested in having hot and steamy sex tonight. Not when you had missed the simple sheer contact that you two were having now “so full.” You blurted out as you swore that his cock had grown as it hit parts of you had it had never seen.

The hockey player didn’t think that he was going to last long as you continued to drive your hips against his “I love you.” You cried as his hand found its way between your bodies landing on your clit “this cunt was made for me.” Adam groaned as you nodded “all for you.” You agreed as you kissed him.

It was needy as Adam’s thrusts grew staggered at the way you clenched around his cock “I’m not gonna last,” Adam confessed as he shook his head “me neither,” you cried as the pressure on your clit increased.

It made your eyes shut as the coil in your stomach threatened to snap “love those noises.” The hockey player felt his head drop against your shoulder.

The sound of your whimpers hit the walls making Adam sure that he was going to get an awkward knock on the door tomorrow from his neighbour “right there oh-” your voice broke as pleasure pulsed through your body.

It made you shake against him as your hands locked in his hair “so so good,” you groaned gasping for air as white specks painted the backs of your eye lids.

Adam’s orgasm came right after yours making you both sweat as you came down from your highs “you okay?” The hockey player asked as his hands brushed your hair out of your face.”

You nodded with a smile “yep.” You watched him throw the condom away in the trash can next to his bed before you made grabby hands wanting him to come back to you “I want a cuddle.” Your confession made him laugh.

Of course Adam listened as he held his hands out to you “happy birthday baby.” You mumbled as you lay your head against his chest.

The boy smiled as he ran his fingers through your hair “thanks for making my birthday one to remember.” He cooed enjoying how this felt.

With you in his arms he knew that one thing was sure.

Home for Adam wasn’t a tangible place, it wasn’t a rink or his childhood home.

His home was right here, you were his home.

#adam Fantilli smut #adam fantilli imagines #adam fantilli x reader #nhl oneshots #hockey imagines #hockey imagine #nhl oneshot #nhl imagine #hockey smut #nhl smut #imagines #oneshots #amber writes fics

[popponn]

i didn't expect to see a future with you.

summary: it began as another fun and beneficial thing to have. until suddenly, it was about wanting ‘you and him for a very long time’. (in other words, he really didn’t mean to fall for you. really.)

characters: kaiser, reo, nagi.

notes: i tried to write about l word without mentioning it once. i hope i manage to get them right, this is my first time writing reo and kaiser especially. warning: relationships that started as casual and unserious, gacha at nagi's part. i really like fall later and harder troupe recently...

kaiser

months ago, if kaiser knew you got a fever, he would type a message of ‘get well soon’ without much meaning behind it along with a few extra sentences just to charm it all up. he would just cancel the date the two of you were supposed to be having and do anything else. practice, review his performance, or hell maybe have a different date and have fun with someone else. it was written all over the place, how this thing between you and him were anything but serious. he would never ask for your care, therefore he wouldn’t give you anything other than ‘the fun’ either.

and yet, here he sat on your bedside, porridge in hand like a nagging nanny because a moronic idiot—you—thought it was smart to walk through a storm instead of calling him or someone to pick you up. the thought of relationships and definitions and such as became the furthest thing in his mind the moment you called him with your slurred voice. you, being a helpless mush that could only wrap yourself with a blanket, couldn’t exactly protest to both his presence and harsh words. kaiser certainly didn’t shy away from calling you names—incompetent fool, being one of the tamer ones—the moment he arrived at your bedroom with medicines.

after cursing you and your useless outdated static of a brain, kaiser ushered you into the bed as he searched through your cabinets and ordered foods for your empty stomach. under the haze of your fever, you apologized to him and thank him. kaiser just gave you another comment about being stupid and baited a laugh from you. it was raspy and uglier than usual, but kaiser thought it would suffice. then, like a noisy sickly chatterbox, you asked why he choose you instead of his ‘anything else’.

“…it’s because I’m not an idiot,” Michael Kaiser replied to you after a long moment of silence. His back was turned towards you, the tone in his voice unshaken and flat, yet undeniably honest. “I know what I want.”

Your head throbbed painfully not truly understanding what he meant. But for him, you pushed out a chuckle, “’s that so, Michael…?”

“Do you even know what you are saying?” he shot back, his blurry figure walking closer towards you. As the view of his profile became clearer, you realized how you couldn’t quiet put a name on his expression. “Just rest up, you big baby.”

reo

as cruel as it was to say this, reo didn’t exactly begin with seeing you as a ‘person’. to him, you were more of the embodiment of ‘momentary excitements, rest, and escapism’. somewhere for him to have fun without thinking much, a someone who he could interact without any law of cause and effect following him. reo was certain you too saw him the same way. the two of you were a ‘why not?’ that could and would end like a passing breeze. it was nice, but it wouldn’t last long.

then, slowly came the late night chats, the voice notes filled with mundane things and lame jokes. afterwards, long talks about both anything and nothing followed. you came to his match, you were introduced to his teammates, you were a presence that was almost became a constant in every hour reo spent awake. and reo knew more than anyone else that he didn’t hate it when he watched you cry uglily at a movie he didn’t bother to pay attention to. in a way, he knew he was gone.

snotty and messy, your hand blindly reached around his sofa for a box of tissues. reo couldn’t take his eyes away from you as he laughed lightly and pushed the tissues towards you. hearing his chortles, you threw your cold feet towards his lap. you were looking at him with a pissed off questioning look whilst reo could only think how he could do this everyday.

“Is it even that sad?” Mikage Reo asked, teasing even when he slowly shifted your legs to comfortably rest on his lap. When the ‘pissed off’ look on your face intensified, Reo wondered if you would let him took a photo. For what, he didn’t exactly know either, but he certainly would be happy if you would let him.

“It’s about him finally realizing what he should have done, Reo!” you said, as if it answered everything. Reo could only chuckle—because perhaps it did. “Stop laughing! I didn’t laugh the last time you cried at that lame movie!”

He pushed himself closer towards you, a smile that felt like it wouldn’t die down plastered itself on his face. As the space between the two of you disappeared and you slotted yourself on his side like a piece long gone, he leaned his head against yours and didn’t stop himself from wrapping a hand on your shoulder. Still with a feeling he would soon said out loud to you, Reo continued to laugh merrily, “Come on, don’t say that. Here, here, let me wipe off those tears.”

nagi

the two of you started as a pair of gaming buddies simply because he found you funny and became what was pretty much ‘maybe-dating by convenience but still play together every now and then’ because one of his nosy sponsors who would love nagi to date his daughter. you were not troublesome, you did not ask much from nagi, you did not disturb his soccer career, and you seemed to like choki a lot. nagi didn’t exactly understand why you ‘date’ him, but if the comments from his friends were anything to go by, he supposed whatever reason you had were not terrible for him in any way.

the two of you sometimes hang around his room. usually it because you wanted to pull a gacha character and demanded nagi’s hands for luck. nagi didn’t exactly get it, but it wasn’t rare for you to made an interesting expression depending on what you got, so he supposed it was entertaining in a way. and each time the two of you did this, he also found it was fun to sit beside you and had you grab his hand for ‘luck’.

then the sunset came through from the window that day and you grabbed his hand yet again. suddenly, nagi found it unsurprising for him to remember every contour and corner of your hand. his eyes were trained on your face, watching you focusing on your phone screen and it felt like seeing you for the first time. when he intertwined your fingers with his as you cheered, it felt natural.

“Did you get her?” Nagi Seishirou leaned his weight towards you, letting the bed tilted along with him. He let you held his hand tighter as you too pressed your side to him. A grin that was bright and messy plastered itself on your face and Seishirou thought it suited the color of sunset. “You get her, huh? Yay.”

You were still buzzing with joy and excitement, your other hand reaching over him to hug his head to your chest. “Thank you! Thank you! Sei, I owe you!”

“Owe me, huh…?” Seishirou tried his best to think of a respond, but honestly all he could think of was how pleasant it was to be hugged by you, even if you probably weren’t thinking much of the action. Perhaps he really was as lucky as you had stated through big words and stressed intonations. As he returned your hug, Seishirou said, “Then, can I ask something for my payment?”

#bllk imagines #bllk #blue lock #blue lock fluff #bllk x reader #bluelock x reader #blue lock scenarios #blue lock x reader #nagi seishirou x reader #nagi seishirou #nagi seishiro #nagi x reader #nagi fluff #michael kaiser #kaiser x reader #kaiser fluff #bluelock #bllk nagi #bllk kaiser #bllk reo #reo fluff #reo x reader #reo mikage #reo mikage x reader #mikage reo imagines #michael kaiser imagines #nagi seishirou imagines #been trying to write kaiser i really hope i get his character right #like he is so interesting writing wise like the friendly facade??? the smugness that came with self awareness??? the frail ego theory??? #and then there is reo who is just something else to write

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[Part 2] If I meant something to you.

toxic!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Here's part 1 hee hee hee hee Here's part 3 You believe Simon's changed his ways after your sister's engagement. After his actions, you still want him, but does he want you? Word Count: 3.6k

A half naked woman running out of Simon's flat? A surprise indeed it was.

You really thought he reciprocated the same feelings as you did at one point, for once in your life feeling as if someone truly did want you for you, but that fantasy had dried out, and it was clear Simon had no intentions with you.

Your replacement proved it.

Before you began to weep in front of the Brit again, you hurried to your flat door, rummaging through your sweatshirt pockets for your key, wanting to wallow back into a state of depression in the comfort in your own home.

Simon didn't follow you, instead he just leaned against his door frame, sexily might I add, intensely watching you clumsily rip out past receipts and snotty used tissues from your pockets. He wanted to say something, ask you how your day had been, even thought it just turned 9 A.M.

Then it hit you.

You think back to your previous steps. You woke up at 8:30, you read the texts from your sister, made yourself some coffee, which you definitely think had gone off, and left your home, feigning a state of happiness.

You didn't take your keys with you. They sat on your kitchen counter, almost like they were mocking you for being so careless.

Banging your head against the door, you curse, "Fuck's sake...."

You mentally note that this is probably one of the most humiliating scenes you've found yourself in, nearly as bad enough as your 18th birthday, when your parents congratulated your younger brother instead of you accidently.

Simon exhales a puff of smoke towards your direction, you were so fixed on trying to get inside, you didn't catch him lazily eyeing you whilst lighting a cigarette into his mouth.

"You...wanna come inside?" He asks nonchalantly, looking at the sky, avoiding your gaze as if to seem cooler than you.

"Why would I do that? I don't wanna know where that bitch has been..." You scoff, referring to the girl. You want to look away from him, but his blonde chest hair glistens in the sunlight, enticing you to follow his instructions. He's not even all military mode on you but you already find yourself acting submissive around his presence again.

He grunts, thinking about what to say next, "Well for starters, Francesca's no one...and, where else are ya gonna go?" The sarcasm is sharp in his voice.

So you were replaced by a Francesca.

"And listen love, face it, you need something from me, come in so we can talk. Can't guarantee we'll do a lot of talkin' though..." His words trails off, trying to convince you. Boy, is it working...

His eyebrows are raised, and he purposely flexes his still wet pecs.

Fuck it. You think, barging into his room, purposely bumping shoulders.

You finally enter Simon's room for the first time.

Simon wasn't completely heartless.

Yes, his childhood trauma resulted in his avoidant nature, ignoring his team in order to work alone on the field, disobeying his Captain to do what he'd deemed as best, and even ghosting you ever time you tried reaching out to you. What you didn't know though, was that Simon had given you his previous phone number, one he doesn't use anymore...

Late nights in his hospital bed led him trying to stalk you through Facebook, which no one your age uses by the way (don't tell him that), and every time his searches led him to nothing.

Had he not been so foolish, he would have manned up and straight up demanded you for your number. But he didn't, instead he told you he'd find you if he needed you, which was becoming more and more infrequent.

Yet here he lies, now clad in a loose black top and sweatpants, sitting across from you on his couch in his oddly empty room, hearing you out.

"'Kay so, your sister wants you at her engagement and you need a date, and you have no other friends but me, and you want me to be your fake date." He repeats back to you.

You hum, "For someone that didn't finish secondary school, you're quite smart."

Simon chuckles at the reciprocates banter, "And...what's in it for me?"

You scrunch your nose, "What?"

"What's in it for me." He enunciates his word, as if speaking to a baby, "What do I benefit from this?"

"Are you fuckin' for real, you've basically used me for your own pleasure, and you can't even fake a relationship in front of my family for like a couple of hours?"

You stand up, ready to leave, not willing to be disrespected again.

"Love, listen," Simon pulls on your arms, and you begin to notice the fresh scars decorating his forearms.

"Our relationship...platonic of course, it's like a business. You want something, you gotta work for it."

You're stunned, did he just insinuate that you were merely a business partner to you? Can this man be anymore of an ass, than he already is, reducing your relationship to a step below a 'situation-ship'.

"What possibly could I have that you need?"

"Yeah," he gruffs out, contemplating his decision, "not money 'cos I got more of that than you..."

He sits there in mock confusion, but you had a feeling he knew what he wanted from you the moment you spat out your request at his door earlier.

Before you try cursing him out again, your attention shifts to the ping from your phone, another unfamiliar number, but not from your sister.

10:32 A.M. ####:- Hey kiddo, how's life been treating you. ####:- Finally gotta a job? ####:- Can't wait to see you, your brother's been waiting to introduce you to his new girlfriend, good addition to the family this time I think. ####:- You're getting older now, unmarried and unemployed. Chop Chop.

Great, just a monthly reminder from your father that you've already been replaced by your brother's new fling for the week.

Now you really needed that date.

"I'll fuck you." You state.

Simon stares at your new found dominance, standing up to purposely look down at you and tower over you, disliking the sense of authority shifting between you two.

"Once again, dove."

"Just. Fuck. Me. Simon. Get this shit over with." You command.

Okay, now you actually felt used. Blackmailed into having sex with Simon, just for him to get what he wants really was the all time low for you. And you've hit rock bottom multiple times.

You wake up light-headed, in Simon's empty bed. The bedside table held a small note in messy handwriting and a singular key.

Headed out to the pub, got a spare key for your room. You better be out of there by the time I get back. Jesus, you got the hint.

You wonder why and where Simon got a spare key from, realising that this situation could have been rectified from the beginning, instead he basically coerced you into sex just to fulfill his needs.

Your mother would die if she knew what your life was like.

Walking back into your room, you shoot a text to Simon, your now fake date, informing him of the fool-proof plan you'd come up with.

As you rest on your couch, thinking about the future ahead of you, and your head unconsciously drifts to that dreaded question:

What if you hurt Simon like he's hurt you?

The next few days was filled with your evenings trying to explain the dynamics of your family to Simon and teaching him more about you.

"And what, they went to the theme park and just left you there? Ain't that borderline abuse?" He questions, a small guilty feeling arising in the pit of your stomach learning about how similar both of yours fucked childhood was like.

You shrug, used to being kicked to the curb. You stop yourself before making some remark that he has no right to act upset about your parents behaviour when he's acting no better.

You tell him your middle name, hell, you tell him the correct spelling of your first name, and you stare at him, embarrassed that this hunk has pounded at your core but doesn't even know the vowels in your name.

"And last week was my birthday if they ask, and you better tell them I celebrated it by going to the cinema with my friends." You inform him, hoping some of this information gets retained into his pea sized head.

Simon cringes, unaware of your birthday, recalling the numerous amount times you'd shot him a smile that day, urging at least one person to wish you a happy birthday. He cocks his head, "What friends?" before correctly himself, "I mean, names wise."

"....you gotta make them up."

Note to self: Make new friends.

The big day comes and you and Simon had driven to the venue of your sister's engagement party. Extravagant was an understatement. Anyone that would look at this event would assume your parents were millionaires, but they're not considering only 2 out of 3 children received trust funds.

You wore a sleek black dress with a slit by your right leg, and Simon matched with a clean black suit which, by the way, you paid for.

Though you would usually drink in his appearance, his recent brooding behaviour gnawed in your mind, so no matter how many smiles he sent your direction, they couldn't dispel the unease settling in your gut.

The first hour consisted of the pair of you awkwardly standing around, drinking numerous glasses of the finest champagne, with his broad arm hovering over your shoulder.

"Where's the family?" He asks eyeing every guy that even so glances your direction.

You shrug, glancing at your unread messages to your sister.

1:00 P.M. You:- hey :) made it, wru??? You:- looks very grand btw!! 1:29 A.M. You:- hello? where's ma? 1:37 A.M. You:- champagne's tastyyy You:- hi wru 1:59 A.M. You:- bruh did you rly invite me just to ignore me???

Simon winces at your phone, reminding himself to finally get your number so at least someone would reply to your messages.

"You made it!"

You both turn around at the chirpy voice, instantly locking eyes with your sister.

"Hey, you didn't read my texts, been here for an hour now." You question, as you're being pulled into a hug.

"Oh that was you? Sorry, I haven't saved you on my phone," she laughs. You glance at Simon almost offended by that, even though you hadn't saved her number either.

"Introduce me to the big guy!" She nudges you, and Simon interrupts you before you open your mouth.

"Lieutenant Simon Riley, and uh- also boyfriend." He extends his arm, and you can't tell whether he's faking his grin or not.

She drags his forearms, yanking him away from you and ushering him along eagerly., "You need to meet my family, come come!", as they walk off together, and you find yourself standing there, left to socialise with someone else.

At 3 P.M., you navigate yourself to your family and your 'boyfriend', whom at this point, had really seemed to fit in with the community. Your father hadn't believed that you scored a buff military commander, and if he wasn't unhappily married to your mother, you'd bet 10 quid that he'd be all over Simon.

"Served in Afghanistan huh?" He chuckles boisterously.

"Yes sir." Simon actually looks like he's having fun, displaying the look of admiration for having an almost father-like figure in his life. He begins you question why you dislike your family so much, they're great!

"And you watch football lad?" He pats Simon on his back.

"Avid fan, sir."

Your father shakes Simon's hand, immediately surprised by his firm grip, "Good man. Don't let go of this one, love." He nods towards you, his smile twitching at Simon, who's basically gripping the bones through his wrist.

You force a smile hugging into your boyfriend's side, shouldn't he be saying that to your Simon, rather than you? I mean it's either your biological daughter you've sort of brought up her entire life versus a solider you've known for about an hour.

"Son, take some notes from your sister, no wonder you're single every other day." Your father reprimands your brother, who flinches from the sudden sound of disapproval and grips his girlfriend's forearm tighter. For sure the first time you're actually than him, at finding a better fake partner.

Your mother, on the other hand, was virtually glued to the other side of Simon, gripping his biceps and fawning over his muscles to your brother, who's actually looked like the only one who saw through your facade.

"Wow, you must really enjoy the gym, sweetie." She bags her eyes, disgustingly.

"Yes ma'am."

She addresses you, for what you think was the first time in over a year, and mouths sternly, "I was wrong, I approve."

The entire event was a drag to you, something you weren't used to at all, considering the majority of your childhood was mainly you being left home during such big events, but Simon managed to enjoy the evening whilst successfully lying to your entire family.

"Me and the missus have been together for 10 months now. She's very happy." He raises his glass to you, eliciting a genuine smile from you. It was times like this that you wished that you and Simon just tied the knot and just began dating. However, you couldn't ignore those underlying feelings of a simmering anger, a desire to confront him publicly for using you for so long.

"I am..." It sounds more like a question than a reply, kissing him, in mock affection.

"You need to stay over our place, Simon darling," Your mother gleams, with your father agreeing, "You can stay in the study!"

"You mean my old bedroom?"

It's midnight, and your family have finally fell asleep in the place you once called home.

You lay next to Simon on your old bed, inspecting your previous room. The walls were no longer painted your favourite colour, but now was coated in a dull grey, your desk now replaced by a vintage looking oak table, definitely all to accommodate your father's taste. Any speck of 'you' had been wiped out from the room, and Simon wonders what young you was like.

"That was very fun...I like 'em, your family." He whispers almost inaudibly, fatigue evident in his words. His arm is draped comfortably around your neck, your head resting in the nook of his armpit.

You hum. The unfamiliar attention Simon had brought up on the two of you exhausted you, though a small part of you liked it, that now your mother actually cared about what you got up with him on a daily basis.

"Simon..." You begin, "What- what are we? If anything..."

You're anticipating his rejection.

"Neighbours..." He mouths silently.

You nod at him, hoisting yourself up on your elbows, although his eyes are closed.

"Simon. It's just that. I know it's all a show...but today it didn't feel like pretend...And when you said you wanted to marry me to my mum, it's just, I don't know, didn't feel fake you know. Felt real..Simon...Simon?"

He snores in response.

Great. You're just confessing to the thin air.

If he doesn't take you out, socialising for almost 9 hours straight will. You pass out next to him, no longer under his arm. Simon lays next to you, watching the slow rise of fall of your chest, after faking a snore.

He stares at the ceiling thinking about the day.

Come morning, and you find yourself sitting at the dining table next to Simon, who'd found himself in a hearty conversation with your parents, sister and future brother in law.

Across from you is your brother, whom you're sure didn't fall for your ruse.

His expression reveals concern as he gazes at you, almost as if he's silently urging you to unravel the tangled web of lies you've woven.

With a swift motion, he picks up his phone, arching an eyebrow in your direction, just as your phone chimes with a notification.

9:12 A.M. ####:- ik you two aren't dating. ####:- better fess up before i do

He smirks at you, your expression mirrors one of close defeat.

9:13 A.M. You:- ik you mad that she cheats on you every friday. You:- better check her private 2nd insta account before i do

Your brother looks up, hesitant to curse you out in front of everyone.

You 1, your brother 0.

Breakfast was served at this time you actually got the same amount of food as your siblings did, although Simon beat all 3 of you for it. Even though your sister was celebrating her engagement, the entire conversation was stuck on you and Simon.

Credits to your parents, because you were actually learning things about Simon, and you wonder if he thinks you're self-obsessed given that you've forced every fact about you down his throat and you haven't even given a minute for him.

"...and my Captain John Price, great guy. She loves him actually." He nudges you, breaking you from your trance.

"Huh."

Everyone on the table turn to you as Simon rubs your knee softly.

"OH. Um, yeah. Mr Price, John, um, great guy, handsome and so hot. Love him. The best really."

As you stumbled over your words, trying to cover up the slip, Simon gave you a reassuring squeeze on your knee. His eyes conveyed a silent message, telling you that it was okay and that they didn't catch you in a lie.

Your brother, however, shot you a knowing look, his expression a mix of amusement and annoyance. It was clear that he had caught onto your the slip up.

"Alright, enough about work," your mother interjected, steering the conversation away from Simon's military life. "Let's talk about something more fun. Like the wedding!"

The topic shifted to your sister's upcoming wedding, and you found yourself for once engaged in a lively discussion with your family about venues, dresses, and guest lists. Simon chimes in, his comments light-hearted and filled with humor.

As the breakfast progressed, you couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt gnawing at you. Your brother's text had reminded you that you were deceiving your family, and although it had started as a harmless ruse, it was beginning to feel like a weight on your shoulders.

After the meal, you and Simon got ready to depart, and as Simon and the rest of your family went to his car, you stood back at the front door, watching how perfect Simon fit in with them.

"It's obvious you don't like him."

You turn to the voice: your brother.

Your groan, "You again? Can't you just leave me alone, God's sake..."

"Aren't you a 'lil worried about how easily he lies though?" he taunts, "how'd you get him here? Money? Or you hold him over a secret? Maybe...sex?"

"What's your problem? Can't you just be happy I'm with someone?" You step back from him.

"Of course I am, if he doesn't like who, who else will, no? I'm just looking out for you bro. It's not gonna last, take it from someone who's in and out of relationships like your guy's in and out of other women."

You squint your eyes at him, confused.

"Grace, Josie, Francesca..." he trails off walking slowly towards the rest of the group. Francesca? That name rings a bell...

"Word of advice, don't leave your phone out in the open, I mean the amount of nudes on there, you'd think his gallery was a porn site! And without a password? Didn't know you were into whores, sis." He cackles.

And here you thought the trip had altered the dynamic.

The ride home was 2 hours too long and too silent. You contemplated your next move. Do you beat around the bush or straight up ask him if he's still seeing other people behind your back? You know he doesn't owe you anything, he is your FAKE boyfriend, right? But, why did it feel so real?

"So..." he starts.

You rest your head on the window, "So..."

His hand moves to your thigh, squeezing gently before moving towards your core slowly.

"That was fun." He states.

You hum.

"Real cool family, huh."

You hum once again, unsure what to say.

"We should do that again..."

You look at him confused.

"Are you serious? I think they still think that they have 2 kids, they focused on you the entire time-"

"Well, it's not like you put in much effort to talk, love."

That shuts you up.

He sighs at your silence, "Listen, I've been thinking."

You glance at him, hoping he'd kick you out of his car and let you walk the rest of the way home, too ashamed to be in his vicinity.

"Your parents were hinting us to take the next move you know..."

"Neighbours to friends?" You question.

He laughs, "Your family's great, your sister's and her lad, real cute couple you know, I felt at home...so I was thinking...we should try it you know, going out I guess."

You scrunch your face at him, was he really convinced into asking you out because your parents asked him? And here you were, months of trying to hint to wanting more, and the moment your demanding parents butt in, he's just going to do what they say? And the fact that he couldn't even say the word relationship.

Who the fuck does he think he is?

You cross your arms in annoyance. You were tired of being pushed around like a doormat.

Your brother's words ring through your head, as Simon drives.

It's not gonna last, take it from someone who's in and out of relationships like your guy's in and out of other women.

All the signs point towards rejecting his proposal. He doesn't want you, he just wants the safest route. You being in a relationship with him isn't going to stop him fucking other women.

Why would you waste your time with a guy to whom you meant nothing to?

So you decide to give it to him directly.

"Yes. I'll be your girlfriend."

Thank you all so much for the interactions on part 1! Means a lot :D THERE WILL BE A PART 3 LMAOOO i did not intend for this fic to be long but here we are. lemme know you're interested to be tagged in my future posts! tags -> @lilliumrorum, @kxtz3, @poohkie90, @rainlovesyou12, @restrictionsapply, @lunamoonbby, @nigthmar3moon, @thychuvaluswife, @itsnourm, @bubusi11, @owkittie

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[i984]

My Thoughts Echoing Your Name | Part 4

|Pairing|: Wednesday Addams x gender neutral reader.

|Warnings|: Afraid of commitment! Wednesday Addams, reader cried ugly, lame banters, author gave up-ish on writing from paragraph 3, Jealous! Wednesday Addams, lame-ass guy still exists.

|Summary|: Even after Wednesday Addams broke your heart, the ache for her is unbearably still there.

|A/n|: I struggled with this one, there's 5 different drafts until I decided to just type whatever comes in mind, and here you have it, a not-last-part of Burning Red. Next and final part is out!

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Music.

It's coming from outside your window.

You strain your ears, and they manage to catch the all-too-familiar tune. It's frickin' Aerosmith blasting in the middle of the night.

Great. Now you look like an idiot from some cliche romantic comedy movie—tears streaming down your cheeks with snotty tissue papers scattered about your bedsheets, a pathetic teenager bawling their eyes out with a love song playing in the background.

Wednesday, the girl of your dreams, was never yours.

It feels funny. How you thought that after leaving Wednesday yet again for the second time that evening, you would finally find peace in the four walls of your dorm space. But instead, here you are, throat hoarse, eyes stinging, chest ragged, nose sniffling, and some psycho has decided to interrupt your much-needed de-stressing session.

The universe must hate you.

You plop down your bed while your eyelids close, drowning in the all-consuming black void while the faint chord of music continues to play. A sound escaped your lips. A defeated chortle. It sounded so weak that you were almost sure it hadn't come out of you, the voice so uncharacteristic of your usual relaxed, carefree laughter.

Memories of your latest cafe commotion flash through your mind, and you feel your heart sinks and touch your diaphragm.

Is this it? Have you been reduced to a heartbroken pathetic fool? The obnoxious images assault your brain, and you scream into your pillow as you give in to the torture, mind re-living the appalling incident at Weathervane.

"Whoa, who are you?" the man across from you and Wednesday asked, his trunk no longer attached to the sofa booth, legs standing up hurriedly at Wednesday's intimidating display.

Wednesday pulls the side of your body closer, both your hips bruisingly pressed to each other as she speaks, "I believe I should ask you the same question."

You squirm under Wednesday's tight grip, unable to decide if you should break free or admit defeat and stay at your place. You chose the latter, partly to assess the situation but also because you've stupidly missed her touch, despite how much you wish to smack the face of the girl standing beside you.

The man's face contorts into confusion before his brows shoot up and his mouth gapes, finally coming to an irksome realization.

"You- you're that outcast from the freak school, right?"

Wednesday, a freak, though she wasn't the only one.

"Your obviously puny brain might want to try coming up with something a little more descriptive than that."

The man ignored Wednesday's insult, finger now raised to point at the raven-haired girl. "No, yeah, I remember you. You're that crazy girl who played cello while the ceremony caught fire."

He takes a small step back from the two of you, the tissue paper in his hand now crumpled. "They said you were the one who staged it all."

"I have to say, the town's people here might not be too dense after all," came Wednesday's haughty reply, and you're starting to get sick of the pointless banter displayed.

The man turns his face to you, "We should go, like now."

You didn't move from your spot—or rather you can't. Wednesday's arm wraps around you more firmly, and you don't know if you hate the feeling of it; the hint of possessiveness in the gesture offers sweet promises and false hope.

Wednesday, the black dahlia that will be the death of you.

It doesn't take a genius to find out, so the next words that come out of the man's mouth are no surprise.

"Wait, you know this girl?" the person you've yet to learn their name asked, and when you didn't answer, he took another step back, his hands now coming up to pull on the base of his hair in horror.

"I can't believe you're friends with this psychopath," and you feel your stomach churn at the man's words. Not at his obviously condescending tone or the sudden behavior change but at the word he chose to use.

Wednesday, a friend. Is that how he sees the two of you?

Even a stranger seems to think this, so could it be true? Oh, how you want to say no because friends don't act this way. They don't get upset about dates; they don't go on those. The romantic kinds, at least.

Their hearts don't hammer against their chests, not when they hold each other's hands so tight they can feel the blood rush under their skin.

They don't swap spit and shove their tounges down each other's throats, and they won't get upset if one of them says that it's all that is. A kiss. After all, friends can kiss each other, right?

But most importantly, they don't get upset when strangers think they're indeed friends.

Wednesday now feels like a foe, and you know you've lost.

"But we're not friends, are we?" You finally turn your head to look at Wednesday's face, and when you see whatever cryptic expression she's got on her front, you lose all hope.

"We're nothing," your voice shakes in defeat, and your free hand tries to pry Wednesday's arm off you, "so I shouldn't have been upset."

"We're nothing," you lift the fingers gripping your hips tightly one by one, "you were right, and I was wrong."

"We're nothing," you look at her previously cold hand that now desperately holds yours, and you wonder if this may be the last time you'll ever get the chance to touch her, "so you should let me go."

You pull your hand to your side forcefully. The cold and the warmth were no more; it was just you.

"So I should go."

The cafe's doorbell chimes, and you leave Wednesday and the stranger behind you, not daring to look back at them, at her.

Because maybe if you do, you'll see that tears have stained her face just like yours have, and you don't know if you'll survive with the sight burned to your brain.

Wednesday, now a ripped page of the book you wish you could burn.

You open your eyes, and the light frays them, making your brows furrow as you groan into the room. The music was no longer there. Gone. Only deafening silence kills your heart and robs your soul. You feel so painfully alone.

Breathing in the air, you look up and see spiders making webs on your ceiling. They dance, weaving more web out, painting beautifully intricate patterns bit by bit.

Your mind calms down, the bitter thoughts now replaced with a name, and your mind holds to it and repeats it like a mantra.

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

You want to see her.

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

You want to feel her.

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

Your heart calls out her name.

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

Wednesday

Oh, you miss her.

"Wednesday." Your voice calls out her name; a knock answers.

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[zamiecmunson]

Sick girl

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

Eddie looks after you while you’re sick <3

‘Hey, you home? Sorry Hellfire finished sorta late, am I still good to come over?’ Eddie giddily asked over the phone, still riding the high of a good session and excited to see his girl.

‘No’ is what you thought you said, but all Eddie heard was a strained “Doe” accompanied by a loud sniffle. His face went stern.

‘I leave you alone for 8 hours and you get sick?’ He stood with his free hand on his hip, going immediately into mom mode.

Before you could even croak out another sentence he was already doing the math in his head of how much cash he’d need for medicine, soup, all the essentials. Wayne was just about to head out for his night shift when his ears perked up at the conversation. After clattering about in the cupboards, he silently handed Eddie a half used bottle of nyquil with a pat on the shoulder.

‘I’m fine, I just don’t want you getting sick too. Stay home Eddie, i’ll be okay. Promise’ You pleaded, secretly wanting to be babied to filth right now. Everything was sooooo far away and moving was certainly not an option.

‘You know me way better than that, sweetheart’ He couldn’t help but silently giggle at your stuffy voice. ‘I’ll be there in 20. Love ya’ He hung up before you could protest.

It really did only take him 20 minutes to get to your place but it felt like 60. He made his way through the front door and into your living room as carefully and quietly as possible. Extremely conscious of how any amount of noise is probably like having someone put a drill right between your eyes.

‘Poor baby’ Was all he could muster when he found your limp body strung across the sofa, red nose, tired glassy eyes, buried under your favourite blanket and surrounded by crumpled up tissues.

‘You don’t need to see me like this’ You shoved your face under the blanket and immediately struggled to breathe, coughing and spluttering.

‘And you need good clean air in your lungs not polyester and fluff’ He peeled it back to reveal the sorriest sight he’d ever seen. Weirdly, he’d never been more in love. Vulnerable and looking up at him like he’s the only person in the world who could help. Usually he was like putty in your hands but today he got to be the man in charge. Your eyelashes fluttered as he placed the back of his hand on your forehead. His eyes widened as he jerked away on autopilot at first, immediately placing it back with a concerned expression.

‘Baby, you’re fucking boiling! How hasn’t your brain melted through your skull’ He wiped the sheen of sweat from your forehead on his jeans and pulled back your blanket even more.

‘I’m freezing!’ You protested trying to put it back with your bottom lip hanging out. Unfortunately your poorly limpness was no match for Eddie.

‘None of that,’ he prodded your lip. ‘Just let me take care of you’ His voice softened while he stroked your hair. How could you say no to that face.

Eddie picked you up, with what appeared to be no effort at all, and carried you to your bed. The plastic bag of drugstore supplies swung beneath you. Carefully placing you on top of your quilt, he added another pillow behind to prop you up and tucked you under a fresh, less snotty blanket. Sitting beside you on the edge of the bed, he dug around his bag of goods.

‘You manage to eat anything today?’ He asked while shaking a bottle of cough syrup.

‘It didn’t last long’ You nodded in the direction of the toilet, feeling gross again just from the memory.

‘Don’t worry i’ve dealt with way worse,’ He poured the liquid onto a spoon. ‘you’ve seen the aftermath of the hideout on tuesday nights’.

Eddie opened his mouth urging you to do the same before spoon feeding you the medicine. ‘Atta girl’ He praised quietly as your mouth clamped over the plastic.

‘Bleghh-f-fuck-you-ughlr’ You shuddered at the foul taste, shaking your head when he started loading up another mouthful.

‘Don’t make me do the airplane thing’ Eddie smirked, doing his best not to laugh in your face at that reaction.

‘Why do you enjoy torturing me?’ You screwed your eyes shut and reluctantly opened your mouth. He carefully scraped it against your lips making sure you got every last drop before wiping the excess off the side of your mouth.

‘Because it’s just so much fun’ He bobbed his head in time to his own words and smiled into a forehead kiss.

‘My bones hurt’ you wined, still cringing from the medicine.

‘Well are you ready to eat anything yet? Can’t take ibuprofen on an empty stomach’ He sounded weirdly proud that he knew that common knowledge.

‘I have cough syrup in my stomach’ you tried puppy dog eyes but your face muscles weren’t listening.

‘Not exactly how it works, princess’ He smiled, gently pushing your stray sweaty hairs away from your brow. ‘We’ll see how that settles and attempt some soup if it stays down, yeah?’

When did Eddie the freak Munson get so sensible.

‘Soup’ You agreed with as sweet of a smile as you could conjure.

‘Soup’ He nodded, clambering into bed next to you.

After a few minutes of finally getting comfortable & Eddie giving you the run down of the night’s campaign, he realised he’d been a total idiot.

‘I forgot the best part!’ He jumped three feet in the air, startling you. He rummaged through the plastic bag with great speed & promise. You winced at the sound. He popped back up like a meerkat and the face of someone you’d think won the lottery, holding a tub of vaporub.

‘No’ You deadpanned.

‘Why?!’ It was his turn to stick out the bottom lip.

‘Sticky. Don’t like it’ You folded your arms in protest.

‘But it’s good for you!’ His voice went up a few octaves. ‘And fun for me! Please?’ He went low, puppy dog eyes on a sick girl. The rat bastard.

‘Eddie.’ He was breaking you.

‘Baaaaaaabe-‘ He leant on your ribs to look up at you like a pleading child.

‘Fine!’ You struggled to contain your smile. He let out a small ‘yay!’ before clumsily straddling you, excitement accidentally coming before carefulness.

‘Strip for me!’ He said playfully, making it rain with imaginary money. After giving him a look that said “if you make me move heads will roll”, he propped himself up on his knees for a moment to grab the bottom of you shirt and carefully peeled it off your body.

‘Evening ladies’ The giant child said to your boobs before taking out a generous amount of Vicks. Eddie took his sweet time massaging it into your chest. His face half total concentration, half child on Christmas morning. It felt good for you too but it was clear who was having the most fun. Until it unblocked your sinuses and your nose turned into a running faucet.

‘Don’t worry, I gotcha’ He used his sleeve to block your nose as he dug around the bag for a kleenex.

‘That’s disgusting, Eddie’ You mumbled through his hand.

‘I’ve done a lot worse for a lot less,’ He chucked to himself, switching out his sleeve for the tissue. ‘Blow’ He couldn’t contain his smugness. He was taking way too much pleasure in being your sole caregiver. You blew reluctantly.

‘Good girl’ He smirked.

Eddie dismounted you and carefully re-covered you with the blanket. He snuggled back to your side and played with your hair, telling the most boring story he could think of in his most monotone voice to send you to sleep. You knew exactly what he was doing, but you were also too tired to fight it. You slowly drifted off to sleep aided by his rambling, he didn’t stop playing with your hair when he knew you were asleep.

When you awoke, Eddie was gone. You must’ve been out for a while as the banging headache & cough had returned. Just as you were about to call out for him, he slowly opened your bedroom door. He was holding a bowl with steam coming off it in one hand, a cup of tea with the other and a spoon in his mouth.

‘Good sleep?’ He said through the spoon, still smiling beneath it.

‘mmhmm’ You attempted to stretch but it felt like your bones were made of bruises.

‘Soup!’ He said excitedly after putting the mug down and removing the spoon from his teeth. You hummed in response again, knowing that if you tried to speak you would cough. And under no circumstances were you having any more of that foul medicine.

‘Not hungry?’ He started to look sus. You tried to hum again but it came out as a splutter. He cocked his head to the side and raised an eyebrow.

‘I may be an idiot,’ Eddie put the soup down and bent to pick something off the floor. ‘But i’m not stupid. Open wide’ He unscrewed the top off the cough syrup bottle. Dammit.

After another traumatic 2 mouthful’s of poison he spoon fed you the soup too. The food knocked you out again and you both spent the next couple days like this. Vile medicine, sleep, vile medicine, food, sleep, and so on. It was the most comfortable illness you ever had. Doctor Eddie was definitely board certified in your eyes. On day 4, you woke up and felt okay. Nose was still a bit runny but everything else had settled.

Eddie sneezed.

You looked at each other.

It was time for the role reversal.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson imagine #my writing #zamieć thoughts

[marlynnofmany]

Interspecies Adventures While Sick

“Hi again, Smooth Vibrations,” I rasped, trying not to cough. “I’ve got a pickup for Zhee.”

Running errands with a cold was never fun, but at least this one was quick. And I was even sure that I’d met this vendor before. Waterwills really do all look the same to human eyes, since the size and color of their column-of-jello bodies was liable to change depending on health, but this one was wearing a nametag. I say wearing, but really she had it floating near the front. I was glad for that. There was no chance I’d pick up the frequencies they identify each other by otherwise.

“Welcome back!” said Smooth Vibrations brightly. Someday I’d figure out how they produced sounds, but it had never felt polite to ask. “We haven’t seen your ship in a while. Is Zhee ill?”

I shook my congested head. “He’s fine; I’m sick. He’s just busy and asked me to grab his order on my way to go rest.” I sniffed, but only one nostril was working.

“Sounds like a big favor,” the Waterwill said as she extended an arm tendril to open a drawer.

“Eh, not too bad,” I told her. “It’s a minor sickness. I probably caught it from somebody on the last station a few days ago; I don't think anyone on my ship can even get human diseases.”

“That’s convenient,” Smooth Vibrations said. “If—”

My explosive sneeze interrupted her. I’d turned away and aimed into the crook of my arm, but it was a loud one. Also unpleasantly messy. I’d have to wash this shirt.

“Excuse me,” I said, wiping my nose on the sleeve. “Ugh.”

When I looked back at her, I found the Waterwill frozen in place, her surface covered in alarmed-looking spikes. Even the vague shapes floating about her interior had stilled. Before I could ask if she was okay, she exclaimed, “What was that?”

“A sneeze?” I said. “Have you not seen that before?”

“That’s normal?” she demanded. The spikes began flattening out.

“For sick humans, yes,” I said, digging in a pocket for a tissue. “Probably other species too. Something was irritating my breathing passages, and that’s a way to get it out. Automatically. I don’t have much control over it.” I glanced at my befouled sleeve. “More’s the pity.”

She started to say something else as I blew my nose, then she stopped. The spikes didn’t reappear, but I got the impression that she was shocked in a different way. I couldn’t blame her. Those snotty noises were gross even to me. One tissue was barely enough.

“What did you say?” she asked when I was done.

I re-wound my memory. “More’s the pity?” I asked.

“After that!” she said, sounding scandalized.

“I didn’t say anything. I just blew my nose.”

“Are you sure?” she pressed. “Because that sounded an awful lot like—” She produced a snotty sound of her own, which really did sound similar.

“Wow, is that your language? I swear I didn’t do it on purpose!” This was fascinating. “What did I say?”

Smooth Vibrations paused before saying, “May all your organs clump together.”

“No, I definitely didn’t mean to say that!” I assured her, laughing a bit. “I’m so sorry.”

“Apology accepted,” she said primly, going back to the drawer. “Let’s get you that order so you can go back to your ship and rest.”

“Yes please,” I said, looking down at the tissue and wondering what to do with it. Asking to throw it in her trash can just didn’t seem polite. I ended up crumpling it and shoving it in a pocket; I’d wash all my clothes later anyway. Bluh. I hate being sick.

“Here it is,” Smooth Vibrations announced, placing a flat case on the counter. “Do you want a bag?”

“Sure,” I said, trying to make out the brightly-colored text. “Your bags are really neat.”

Smooth Vibrations sounded proud as she said, “That’s Waterwill efficiency for you!” She moved the case into a clear bag that was made out of a thin layer of their patented solid-water technology. It didn’t get anything wet, and it would evaporate in a day. So clever. “I hope you get your rest, and Zhee enjoys his music. The Loud Ones are a fine band.”

“I don’t think I’ve heard their stuff, but the name sounds familiar,” I said as I picked up the bag. It felt smooth and cool against my fingers.

“Their biggest song is ‘What The Hell Is A Shuwog?’” she told me.

“Ohh, I remember that one!” I flashed back to my first day with this crew, and Paint’s lively rendition of the song about Mesmer body parts. Zhee had been particularly grumpy about it, insisting that the song was a dishonor to his glorious blade-arms. But now he was buying the album? I laughed, then had to cough. “This is why he wanted me to pick it up for him, instead of waiting for Paint to do her supply run!” I exclaimed. “She’d never let him live it down that he actually likes that song!”

Smooth Vibrations burbled in amusement. “Sounds like you’ve got some blackmail material if he ever sends you out while you’re sick again.” She waved me away with three arm tendrils. “Go rest!”

“I will!” I told her. “Thanks!” With another sniffle that was hopefully not a different rude word, I hurried back to my ship and a much-needed nap.

~~~

The ongoing backstory of the main character from this book. More to come!

The shuwog bit is a callback to this story.

#my writing #the Token Human #humans are weird #humans are space orcs #haso #hfy #eiad #snot #this story brought to you by the minor cold I've had for the last five days #left the work-from-home sector and IMMEDIATELY got sick #not that I'm bitter or anything #anyways! it led to fiction #so hooray

[finnpeach]

Someone who always drinks coffee and only drinks tea when they feel unwell being found out by an observant work crush.

Person A coming into the office one morning, expecting to see their attractive work crush B with their usual coffee order (iced oat milk latte, two pumps of caramel), but instead sees them steeping a bag of tea in a mug.

"What's that?" A asks, taking note of a tissue poking out of B's pocket.

"Oh, it's, uh... tea." B looks a little embarrassed.

"Uh-huh. You feeling okay? You only drink tea when you're sick." A knows them too well.

B clears their throat. "Just a little cold out today, is all."

A nods, deciding to drop it, and sits diagonally across from B to start work.

As the day drags on, B's cold makes itself more apparent. They're snuffling into tissue after tissue, whisking off to the hallway to blow their nose. And the sneezing. It starts as soft, rapid stifles: "H'NDKT'uh! H'GXTsh! Hihh... H'GDTShh!" That leave their nose streaming, sniffling, and with a pounding headache. They always catch them off guard and never seem to have time to cover. A blesses them each time, wondering how long B is going to last with this miserable, snotty cold.

After lunch, B returns looking absolutely exhausted. They have given up trying to stifle and have decided to wear their scarf in the office even though the heating is on. The sneezes come practically every two minutes like clockwork, followed by liquid sniffling and tired nose blows.

They're both in the middle of the same web meeting when the next round of sneezes hit. A is able to watch B, both on the screen and in front of them at the desk, as they rush to hit the mute button and succumb to the fit.

"H'uSSHhhiew! Hh'ITSShhh'ih! Huh'iTSSHhh'ue!" They're too late for the tissue and sneeze uncovered towards their computer, creating a contagious mess. The sneezes are wet and spray the keyboard, the desk, everything around them. Person A is absolutely mesmerised by their sneezy cold and thanks god that this meeting is recorded. B blows their nose into a tissue and drench it immediately. A watches them on the screen and counts three, no, four tissues until B is finally done.

They privately message B, 'Bless you x' to which B blushes and hearts the message. B writes back 'Don't bother, I'm going to sneeze again soon 🤧', and true to their word they sneeze again ten seconds later. "H'ihhSHHhhiew!"

At the end of the day, when they're packing up to leave, A stops by B's desk and leans against the desk.

"Are you ready to admit you're sick yet?" A teases, watching the feverish flush on B's face burn brighter.

"I... mbay have caught a little cold." They sniffle and rub at their nose, looking sleepy and exhausted. "I really dod't feel good."

A pencil rolls off their desk as they pack away their laptop.

"You don't say." Person A crouches down to pick up the pencil, and is nearly face-to-face when B's breath starts to hitch. There's no time to move out of the way.

"Huh'uSSHhhh'ue! H'utsschhiew!" The warm, sickly spray hits the lower half of A's face as they rise up. B doesn't seem to notice, too exhausted to do much more than sneeze and snuffle as they dig out a tissue. Their breath hitches erratically, eyes pinched shut. "H'UDTSShHhhue!" The final wet, unrestrained sneeze is only halfway caught in the tissue. A few droplets spray A's arm. Any hope of not catching B's cold is completely gone now.

"Doesn't sound like a little cold to me," A chides, helping them stand up. "C'mon, I'll buy you another tea before you go home. And I better not see you in the office tomorrow." With how contagious their sneezes are, A doubts that they'll be in tomorrow either. They walk together out of the office and to the nearest coffee shop, B sneezing and sniffling as they go.

#I feel like the tea/coffee thing has been said before so sorry if it has but I literally do that too #this idea is so hot to me I wish it was real life #finnarios

[astranite]

Wip last-Wednesday

Havent done one of these for a bit so here! A sick fic of John and Scott I began writing last time I had a cold, rather fitting now I have The Plague.

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Scott succumbed to the cold first. 

Through the efforts of Virgil and John himself, their biggest brother was bundled up in his blue weighted blanket on one of the comms room couches with strict instructions not to go anywhere. 

John was lowkey supervising that ready to have enforce it, but true to his word Scott had curled up and begun checking his emails at the same time as playing on his phone. 

After some conferencing, he and Virgil had decided allowing Scott to continue working on his tablet so he would feel like be was being productive and not getting left out was the best method of keeping him still and moderately restful. 

John idly spun their rescue world map around, watching the icons blur together. Tiredness nagged at him despite the fact that he’d gotten a decent amount of sleep last night. He yawned widely, like a cat then shook himself. He should be getting back to work. 

A call came in that required redirection to local authorities. Another, his technical expertise on space and orbital manoeuvres along with a chance to stretch his language skills in the tricky translation of relevant terms. Virgil and Gordon in Thunderbird 2 were sent out. They returned. The day limped on.

He switched the volume of the alarms down as they seemed sharper than usual and it hurt his head. 

In a lull between calls he floated through the central hub with his eyes closed before pinging back online at the sound of a notification. 

-“Heyy J.”

John maximised the video feed from the lounge to see Scott waving up at him, phone in hand. The tablet and pretence of working were abandoned on the floor along with several mugs. 

A message popped up with second ding. 

-“Johnnyyy im bored. And snotty.”

John automatically mouthed, ‘My name’s not Johnny.’

He didn’t get a chance to reply as Scott sent several more messages in quick succession. 

-“Sooo bored.”

-“Why doesn’t anyone send me interesting emails??”

-“Don’t even wanna do maths.”

-“Like when don’t i want to do maths?”

-“i ran out of tissues again.”

-“I think my brain has dribbled out my nose.”

-“Virgil’s trying to poison meeeee”

John raised an eyebrow at the last. That seemed out of character for their medic brother. 

J-“Evidence for your case?” he replied. 

S-“Poison. Its all POISON”

John could see Scott making his icked out face, all wide eyes and raised eyebrows while leaning away every time he took a slurp from his mug. 

S- “I swear that lemon drink stuff used to taste better.”

#thunderbirds are go #thunderbirds fanfiction #scott tracy #john tracy #astrawrite #wip whenever

[dumplingsjinson]

Chaotic Roommate Prompts mayhaps?

List of chaotic roommate prompts

Character A hearing a knock on their window. Considering how they live on the second floor, they don’t think much of it — might be a tree branch scraping past with how windy it is tonight. Then they hear it again — the distinct thumping against their window pane. Raising a brow, they pull their curtain aside and see Character B grinning at them through the glass, dangling on a thick tree branch. “What the fuck?!” they yelp, quickly opening the window and being met with a cold draft. “What are you doing, [name]? Are you fucking insane?!” They quickly help Character B clamber through their window. “Sorry,” Character B says once they’re safe and sound on Character A’s bedroom floor. “I forgot my keys, and since you usually ignore anyone knocking at the front door, I figured this was my best bet. Which it was, so no harm done!” 

“Why are you naked.” “Because the air-conditioning’s not working.” “Okay, but you really don’t need to chill out in your birthday suit on the couch of all places. This is a shared space!” “It’s not like you haven’t seen me naked before.” “That’s not the point.”

Character B loudly sobbing over their ex for the eighth night in a row (at least that’s what Character A thinks) and so, being the nosy person they are, they decide to check up on them, only to find out they’ve been sobbing over a 100k worded fanfiction they found on AO3. “Are you fucking serious?” Character A grumbles, while Character B wipes under their eyes with their suspiciously snotty tissue. “It’s not my fault this fic is so well-written!” 

“I’m going to need you to stop coming back drunk at two in the morning, spouting the dumbest conspiracy theories known to mankind because I’m losing a lot of brain cells because of you.”

Character B, when drunk, would end up curled up on the middle of Character A’s bed. Character A has learned the lesson of trying to wake them up during those moments, so whenever this happens, they leave them be and resort to sleeping on the couch.

Character B trying to take care of Character A when they fall sick but instead, make a mess of the kitchen. “…It’s the effort that counts,” Character A says monotonously as they survey the degree of damage done to the kitchen the next day. 

Character B sitting on Character A’s lap when there’re seats and couches throughout the house for them to plop their asses on.

(If they’re close enough) Character B making moaning sounds in the background if they happen to be in the same room as Character A and Character A’s on the phone with their parents. 

“That’s not how you change a lightbulb!” “Well, I’m no lightbulb technician!” “I already told you I know how to change a fucking lightbulb yet you took it to tasking yourself with this!”

Character B sneaking a speaker into Character A’s room and blasting their music to scare the fuck out of Character A and, also, to wake them up. 

“Stop stealing my takeaway, you dipshit!” 

“Okay, you’re not going into the kitchen ever again! You’re not allowed near any sort of stove from now on!” “But—” “No buts, I don’t want this place to be burned to crisps! I want my deposit back, for God's sake!”

“Can you stop telling my parents that we’re dating?” “I’m only sparing you from them asking why you’re still so pathetically single.”

“I know you’ve been stealing my hoodies from my closet.”

“Can you lock the door the next time you take a shower?” “Maybe you should learn how to knock, how about that? Plus, no one gets to see this plump ass very often so you should count yourself lucky.”

#roommate prompts #prompts #otp prompts #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #request #I had a tonne of fun writing this one omg thank you anon #also air new zealand has free inflight wifi for the whole flight so i'm uploading this via a 14 hour long flight lmfaooooo

[hanbxnn]

Omg first request so i’m kinda nervous :> Could you write something about mammon and readers first date?

best worst date

paring: mammon x gn!reader tags: fluff, established relationship, first dates, kisses <3, i fucking love this man notes: IM SOOO SORRY FOR THE LATE POSTTT esp since it's your first req :cc i really enjoyed this so i hope you enjoyed it too anon– my inbox is always open for you

mammon had every single part of the day planned to the absolute second but obviously, everything that can go wrong, does go wrong.

his alarm never rang.

his bed hair wouldn't settle.

he couldn't remember the last place where he placed his rings.

then when he finally managed to leave the house with you, his hands wouldn't stop sweating so he was constantly wiping them against his pants.

seeing you all dressed up next to him with such an adorable anticipating gaze, made mammon's heart thump against his chest.

he had every intention of making this the best day you've ever experienced in your life but he was sure he was going to need to stop by the clothing store if he sweated anymore through his shirt.

sensing his nervousness, you chuckled endearingly, taking a hold of his hand before he could retaliate, pulling him along with the excuse that he was going to make you guys late to the movies.

"i swear i- i had it when i left the house-"

mammon patted every pocket he had on his body, feeling for his wallet that he was certain he shoved somewhere.

"j- just one moment, it's here! i swea–"

his words were cut off when your lips touches his cheek in a quick kiss, taking advantage of his shocked state, you quickly pulled out your credit card for the cashier. taking the drinks and passing them to mammon so you could hold onto to the popcorn and tickets.

"come on, babe! we're in screen four, we should be in time for the trailers." you flashed him a smile as you nudged him towards the general direction.

mammon found himself speechless as he was pushed toward the ticket master, all the way up until the two of you sat down in your allotted seats.

mammon had researched all the hottest movies that were playing in the cinemas in advance, picking a general romcom that received the highest praises from critics.

what he didn't account for was how easily susceptible he was to tearjerkers.

by the end of the movie, he was a sobbing mess. eyes red and puffy with his nose raw from how much he was rubbing them.

you were gentle as you wiped away his tears, letting him bury his head into the crook of your neck as he cried out the last of his emotions, soothed by your soft coos and occasional kisses you left to the side of his face.

just as he had finished calming down, blushing in embarrassment as he tries to wipe away the wetness of his tears that stained your neck. though you didn't seem to be bothered by it at all, instead you pulled out a tissue and began to dab away at his snotty nose with a warm smile.

"hungry?"

and like clockwork, mammon stomach growled as a response to your question. his face heated, tipping down to hide his expression as he quickly pulled you along, headed to one of your favorite restaurants.

you chuckled as you trailed behind him, giving his hand a soft squeeze while you rubbed your thumb comfortingly over his knuckles.

dinner doesn't go exactly as planned either.

the supposedly romantic candlelight dinner was just so conveniently happened to be on the same day as a large family gathering a couple tables down, filling the normally quiet restaurant with loud cheers and an endless continuation of the birthday song.

by the end of the night, mammon was exhausted mentally and physically.

his pout was prominent as he walks you just outside of your bedroom.

"i'm sorry for the horrible date, yer must hate me and never wanna go out with me ever again." he mumbles as he reluctantly lets go of your hand.

his eyes widen when you snatch it back up just as quickly, mammon was taken aback by how your expression showed as if you had just heard the most offensive thing in the world.

"mammon, stop being so silly. i had so much fun today! i'm so happy you took me out on a date today, i'm really grateful for everything you did, thank you."

your hands were gentle as you reached up to cup his cheeks, flashing him a bright smile before inching up to leave a chaste kiss against his lips.

mammon gaped at you from how you seemed to be so content and full of sincerity.

"i don't really want this day to end, do you wanna sleep over tonight?" you glanced up shyly to gauge his response. the mammon that seemed so down not a moment ago felt like his spirit completely revived in an instant.

his eyes sparkled as he nodded his head frantically, there was no need for him to even go back to his room to prepare because the majority of his belongings were already scattered around your room.

mammon mood brightens up the more he hears his favorite sound of your laughter.

as the both of you settled down, with you all snuggled up in his arm, his heart blooms with every word of your retelling of every moment that had enjoyed while you were with him.

as he listens intently to the way your voice lightly trails off, your soft breaths filling up the silence of the room. mammon smiles lovingly as he adjusts the blanket around your shoulders before dropping a long kiss to the crown of your head.

"thank you for giving me the best day ever, i love so you."

no matter how bad everything seemed to go against him, mammon felt like he could overcome anything with you by his side.

#obey me #obey me fluff #mammon x reader #mammon x you #mammon x y/n #anon request #anon #ky's delusions

[devils-little-sista]

Nico has seasonal effective disorder in the summer and spring time. Also has spring allergies (that Persephone gave him) and heat intolerance (possibly because of Tartarus or because of his powers that are acclimated to the cold. The ground frosted when he killed Bryce and temperature dropped to freezing).

Nico thinks it is strange most of his depression takes place in the summer. Mostly because he thought it would be in winter around the time Bianca died and around Christmas and his birthday and Bianca’s birthday (Which he is depressed during those times. Anniversary of Bianca’s death and her bday and his first Christmas and birthday without her).

But in between those anniversaries he finds he is very at peace with himself. He is happiest during fall. Because nothing bad happened to him during the fall. (And he also loves Halloween). And the temperature is starting to cool off and he’s coming out of that summer funk of laziness where he always felt to slow and sluggish and too depressed to do anything fun. He’s really starting to feel like himself again. He’s going outside a lot more just to enjoy the nice weather. He stayed cooped up during the summer cause it’s too hot for him to walk outside without passing out. The fall brings a nice sense of calm yet lively energy for him. He has a lot more energy.

Winter is a rollercoaster of melancholy and bittersweet feelings. But at least it’s not just laying at the bottom of canyon and not being able to get up like spring and summer. During winter Nico has the amazing feelings of never getting tired or fatigued from using his powers. The cold air rejuvenates him. He loves the snow. Snow angels snow ball fights snow forts and igloos. Building snowmen. His powers are at their full height. He is confident within himself and charismatic and more like the kid that Percy rescued from Westover. He loves Christmas. He loves spending Christmas in a place where he is happy and knows he is loved and has friends and family. winter is coming inside from the cold and sitting by the nice warm fire with a good book cuddled up to Will or Hazel. The world is so beautiful for winter and fall.

But Winter is also feeling the raw overwhelming emotions of losing Bianca all over again. Winter is reliving that first year without her. The same Winter he realized there is no Santa Clause because he didn’t have anyone to sneak presents to him while he was sleeping. Winter is a plethora of childhood trauma. It comes in strong waves and yet passes so quickly. One minute he’s crying his eyes out over Bianca and the next he’s feeling that easy sense of peaceful yet lively energy of winter. Bittersweet. Bitter that Bianca and his mother are not there with him. Sweet that he is still alive to see the beauty of winter in all its glory.

Summer and spring are nothing. Spring is nothing but allergies and being too sick to get out of bed and snotty tissues everywhere and runny stuffed up nose and never being able to breathe clearly and a sore throat and coughing fits that could dislodge a lung and migraines and full body aches and never being able to sleep peacefully his sleep always broken by being suffocated by too much snot.

Summer is being too hot to step outside without almost passing out. Summer is totally draining. Energy sapping. He can barely use his powers at all. The air reminds him too much of Tartarus. Too hot too humid. Too sticky and gross and sweaty. It’s too hot to wear any of his favorite clothes. It’s too hot to breathe normally. It’s too hot to move any faster than a slug. He’s always sweaty and sticky and stinky. He has ten fans in his cabin and they barely keep him alive. He is depressed pretty much all the time. There is nothing good about summer. At least not that Nico can see. The nights wouldn’t be too bad if it wasn’t for the bugs and still being humid and hot. But the nights he can barely sleep. It’s too hot. Feels too much like Tartarus. Too hot to sleep with a blanket on him. He feels like he is exposed to the elements of Tartarus. There’s so many sounds of life around the camp he’s worried some might be monsters.

Nicos ptsd and allergies and heat intolerance just won’t allow him to see anything good about spring or summer.

Fall is the best. Fall is everything good and nothing bad. Fall is healing. Fall is Halloween. Fall is a time where nothing bad happens to him. He feels safe. He loves playing in dead colorful leaves.

Winter is a bittersweet rollercoaster.

#Nico di Angelo #very little solangelo #very little Hazel Levesque #very little Will Solace #Percy Jackson and the Olympians #PJO #Heroes of Olympus #HoO #Trials of Apollo #ToA #tsats #the sun and the star #Bianca di Angelo #Maria di Angelo

[adjryonicusd]

sicks on a plane (contagion scene)

A, a germaphobe snzfkr, sits in the middle seat and dons headphones. A few minutes later, B arrives at the aisle and stows luggage, all the while coughing and sniffling thickly. "Oh Jesus please don't be in this aisle," thinks A. But B gives a weak smile, still sniffling - no, snuffling - and settles in right at A's side. A completely healthy A is frozen, panicking, and in denial. If B were 10 or more aisles behind, they would have been the in-flight entertainment. But at this distance - no distance at all - the germaphobia flatly overrides the snezfuckery. Also A does not find B especially attractive. A would bail and pay for another ticket, but the doors are closed and it's too late. The only way out is through. At least B isn't sneezing, thinks A, while B rummages in a bag.

For a tissue. As if in a hurry. B presses a crumpled tissue against their nose and mouth just in time to partially cover a big, loud, snotty sneeze. Giving a quiet moan, B keeps it pressed for several seconds as if it will help contain things. A is now more pressed than the tissue. This is a six hour flight with six hours to go. "That was just a one off sneeze they'd been holding back," A copes just as B draws in a deep breath and explodes again into the same tissue. B turns to A looking unhappy and offers a heartfelt apology, "I apologize in advance. I'm sick and I'm going to be sneezing like this the whole time. I can't help it."

"Fuckmefuckmefuckme," A is trying to parry a panic attack with closed eyes. A turns the music up to full volume. B is true to their word, sneezing at the same volume and level of drenching desperation every time. Twice per minute, without a break. A has already made themselves as small in their seat and in their head as they can. A sneaks an occassional peek to see B reusing the same tissue to total saturation. Before B digs for a new one, they've already been sneezing into a soaked tissue. A realizes B probably has no choice. Their bag is not big enough to contain a six hour supply at this rate. "Everytime I'm sure this can't get worse," A cries silently, wondering what happens when B runs out of tissues.

Which B inevitably does, still two hours from landing. But B's continuous sickness-laden sneezing has garnered as much sympathy from this half of the plane, as it has loathing from the seat to B's left. Several people in turn walk up to donate their tissues to the cause of keeping B from infecting 260 people single-handedly. Not that tissues could actually contain the fallout from someone this sick sneezing this much. The air in this part of the plane already hangs with a generous concentration of B's cold. A thin layer of droplets already draped over every inanimate, as well as living skin surface.

(based on true events that captured the imagination of a nation for a generation)

#snz #snzblr #snz fic #contagion #snzario #glad y'all getting somethng positive from my trauma 😅😅😅

[phoenix-downer]

What Really Matters

~2020 words. SoKai. Set Post-Canon. Sickfic. Kairi POV. Established Relationship. Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Cuddling, Romance, Happily Married Characters.

Summary: Kairi has grand plans for Valentine's Day that are derailed when she gets sick. But Sora takes care of her and surprises her with a special present to make it up to her.

Valentine’s Day meant making elaborate chocolates for Sora and giving them to him so she could see his big, beautiful smile. He’d always got her flowers and would explain what each one meant in the secret language they’d created. After that, they’d celebrate with a delicious dinner, spend the evening together, then end the day with a nice, hot bath before falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Getting sick was not part of the plan.

Of course, leave it to Kairi to get sick right on Valentine’s Day. She woke up with a scratchy throat and achy feelings in her arms and legs, and by the time she was melting the chocolate in her trusty double broiler, she couldn’t dismiss it as allergies anymore.

Sora was supposed to come home today, and she’d already put up the Valentine’s Day banner and streamers with pink, red, and white hearts for his arrival. This latest mission had taken him away for two weeks, and she was anxious to see him again and enjoy however much time they had together before he was whisked away once more or she was given another assignment.

Still, she soldiered on, sucking on cough drops to keep the nasty cough she’d developed at bay and going through copious amounts of facial tissues to deal with her runny nose. A runny nose was better than a stuffy nose at least, and she would get these chocolates done. 

By the time she’d finished decorating the chocolates and putting them on a heart-shaped platter, she was burning with fever. She hastily wrapped the platter, grabbed a glass of water and her tissue stash, and stumbled to the couch, passing out almost immediately. 

The day was spent in a fitful state of consciousness that was not very restful as she alternated between too hot and too cold, too much snot and not enough tissues, and stumbling to get more water and sighing when she realized they were out of cold and flu medicine.

By the time Sora got home, she was completely and utterly miserable. Her chest ached, she’d coughed till she was hoarse, and her nose was red from how many times she’d had to blow it. She’d never changed out of the t-shirt and sweatpants she’d worn to bed last night and hadn’t showered yet either because she was planning to do that after making the chocolates.

“Kai, I’m home!” she heard Sora’s cheerful voice calling. His face was like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day, and she felt like the clouds trying to hide the sun with her illness.

“Welcome back,” she said miserably, not wanting this at all. She looked and felt like a slob, there was a pile of snotty tissues on the floor by the couch, and their special plans for the day were ruined. Sora had seen her sick before, but not like this. They’d been married for less than a year and hadn’t been at the house at the same time often enough for him to.

“Kai? What’s wrong?” he asked, by her side in an instant. He held a beautiful bouquet of flowers in his hands, but unfortunately they just made her sneeze. He hastily set them on the coffee table and hovered near her, placing the back of his hand on her forehead and gasping when he felt how hot it was.

“I got sick,” she muttered, feeling terribly sorry for herself. “I’m sorry, everything is ruined.” 

“Shhhh, it’s okay, don’t worry about that. We’re together and that’s what matters.” He gently cupped her cheek and smiled as if she wasn’t a walking germ factory right now.

“I had such good plans,” she said as he sat her up and peeled her disgustingly sweaty t-shirt off.

“I put up the decorations and made you chocolates and—”

“Thank you,” he replied as he shimmied her sweatpants down her legs. “I’m sure I’ll love them.” 

Her eyes watered. “No don’t, if you eat them, you’ll get sick too. You’ll get sick just from touching me like this, I know you will, my sweat and snot has to be crawling with germs at this point.”

He smiled and planted a tender kiss on her lips. “Don’t care, I get to be with my wife.” 

“I’m sorry I’m sick,” she choked out, her voice sounding hoarse and scratchy.

“Kairi, let me take care of you,” he said softly, finding her hand and weaving their fingers together. “I promised, remember? In sickness and in health.”

Her eyes watered some more. She had to admit, it would be nice to be taken care of, and she was too weak to take care of herself on her own right now.

He gave her some more water and held the cup as she drank, then found a thin sheet to drape over her. He told her about his latest adventures as he cooked up an herbal remedy and his mom’s famous rice gruel with egg drop soup. He gave her the medicine first, which made her cough more at first because it was very pungent but effective, and then he spooned her mouthfuls of the soup. She was struck by how very vulnerable she was right now, completely dependent on him even to eat. It was a scary feeling, and yet she didn’t feel unsafe, either. Just very, very loved and taken care of.

Some of the soup got on her chest and the sheet, so once she was fed, he carefully lifted her into his arms like she weighed nothing and took her to the tub. Normally he would’ve tried to help her rinse off first with the shower on the wall, but they were both worried she was too sick for that right now.

He started running the water for the bath, carefully adjusting the temperature till it was just right. 

“Tell me if it gets too hot, okay?” he said, then gave her more water to drink to keep her hydrated.

The tub filled up little by little, and by the time it was full, the warm water covering her chest felt really, really nice. Sora rooted around for something in their cabinets, then found an unidentified bottle to pour into the tub. Herbal extracts, going by the scent.

When he set the bottle down, she weakly grasped his hand. “Join me?”

His expression softened, and he nodded and kissed her forehead. “Hold on.” 

A few minutes later, he was soaking in the water with her, his back leaning against the tub as she leaned against him. His arms were around her, and she felt so safe and protected.

“This feels really nice,” she murmured as he kissed her cheek.

“See? So long as we’re together, that’s what matters.” 

She nodded sleepily and closed her eyes. She dozed on and off as they enjoyed the time together, then woke up again as he gently started cleaning her. This felt so much more intimate in some ways than a normal Valentine’s date would’ve been.

Once they were both clean, he carefully extracted himself from her and got out of the tub, then helped her out of it. He dried her off and gently laid her on their bed, and she felt much better after dinner and their bath. The food had restored some of her strength, plus the warm, herbal-infused bathwater had cleared her nostrils and made her chest feel lighter. And being around Sora was the best medicine anyone could ask for.

“Thank you,” she said, smiling softly at him. 

He leaned down to kiss her again, then said, “I got us something. A special treat for Valentine’s Day.”

“Oh? What is it?”

“Hang on a sec,” he said, disappearing into the living room. A few moments later, he reappeared with two sets of fluffy pajamas. His pajama top was black with red cuffs and a red hood plus pajama pants with red bands around the knees. Her top was pink with black cuffs and accents and cute little Chirithy ears with matching shorts that were pink and black with plaid on one of the legs. Both outfits had matching slippers that would be nice to wear around the house.

“The perfect PJs for Valentine’s Day cuddles,” he proudly declared. They looked remarkably like their clothes when they’d faced down Xehanort all those years ago. That was one of her favorite looks for Sora, plus she’d liked her look back then too, so she wasn’t about to complain about this fun, fluffy trip down memory lane.

“The fairies made them for us,” Sora explained. “I was feeling nostalgic and asked for something similar to our outfits back when we first shared the paopu fruit.”

“I love them,” she said, running her hands over the soft fabric. Then a playful imp entered her brain and refused to leave. “But I want to wear yours.” 

He raised an eyebrow. “And what, pray tell, will I wear?”

“Mine,” she said as sweetly as she could manage in her sickly state. “They look baggy enough that you could pull them off. Or you could just stay as you are. That works too.”

He laughed. “Hey, if me wearing your pajamas will cheer you up, I’ll happily do it.” 

He helped her into his new pajamas after that, and they were very loose on her, which was perfect for her current fever. If she got too hot Sora could help her take them off.

Then he put her pajamas on, Chirithy hood and all, and she giggled and nodded her approval. “They look good on you. Pink really suits you, and black is one of your best colors.”

He grinned and slowly turned in a circle for her, a mischievous expression on his face. “Well? Like what you see?”

“I always do. And those shorts look great on your legs and butt. Thank you for the show.”

He looked back at her and winked. “You’re welcome.” With that he turned the lamps on their bedside tables on and turned the overhead light off.

He certainly had the confidence…and the figure…to pull this outfit off. That was one of the things she loved about him. He was so secure in himself that he didn’t care how much anyone teased him about how smitten he was with her or the lengths he would go for her. Wearing her pajamas didn’t even faze him if it meant making her laugh when she was sick.

He’d sacrificed so much more for her before. A silly outfit swap was nothing in comparison.

“What is it?” he softly asked, noticing the change in her expression.

She sniffled and grabbed a tissue off the nightstand. “I’m sick and emotional because I’m thinking about all you’ve done for me. All you’ve sacrificed for me. Your strength, your memories, your dignity…your life…” 

“Small prices to pay to be with you,” he said, joining her on the bed. “And you’ve sacrificed a lot for me too.”

She cuddled up next to him as he figured out the blanket situation and turned off the lamps. “I’m just glad we’re together,” she said. For so long that hadn’t been any guarantee but now, at last, it was true. Everything they’d been through was worth it now that he was by her side.

“I am too. Happy Valentine’s Day, Kairi.” He kissed her goodnight, not caring one single bit that she was sick.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Sora.” She rested his head on her chest, his heartbeat the lullaby she needed to fall asleep.

As they slipped off into the realm of dreams together, Kairi was completely content, her symptoms just an irritation and her exhaustion and sense of peace overriding them. She always slept so much more soundly in Sora’s arms and he likewise slept like a baby in her embrace, their bodies regulating each other when they were together, their hearts beating as one. 

The day might not have gone as planned, but it was still a very nice Valentine’s Day all the same. Sora was right. So long as they were together, that was what really mattered.

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A/N: I couldn't not write a SoKai fic about those new pajamas that Square released. I'd been wanting to write a sickfic where Sora takes care of Kairi anyway, and it aligned perfectly with the announcement of those pajamas.

Thank you for reading, and Happy Valentine's Day!

#kingdom hearts #kh fanfiction #sokai #sora #kairi #sora x kairi #sora/kairi #phoenix writes #phoenix-downer #long post #kh #sickfic #hurt/comfort #fluff #cuddling #romance #valentine's day #happy valentine's day

[qdbs-writes]

Could i have general hcs for reader who is not feeling well. (Sick or otherwise. But in general feeling like garbage). Johnny cage,raiden,kung lao and liu kang.

These men radiate comfort. Especially raiden for me. (Both storm bros do in general) and i could use the cheering up.

Gender neutral pronouns plz.

combining these two cuz they're basically the same request, also finally posting this in celebration of my own glorious return from sickness hibernation!

MK Lads Looking After Sick Reader

Johnny Cage

If he hears you sighing and groaning, he'll peek his head in the room and laugh because he thinks you are being overdramatic.

When you start coughing and wheezing and leaking phlegm from nearly every hole in your face he feels bad, and will cringe in sympathy.

If you're so snotty and coughy that you can barely speak or sleep, Johnny gives you his famous cure-all, a whisky mac (whisky mixed with spiced wine).

It won't stop you from being sick, but it will help stop you from caring about it. He advises that you don't mix it with anything like nytol though unless you want to be out of commission for the next 15+ hours.

Raiden

He'll act exasperated that you're sick, but that won't stop him from looking after you.

If it's wintertime (or otherwise cold) then he immediately thinks about how to keep you warm, especially if you're suffering from fever chills. That might mean indoor heating, layering you with blankets, or lighting a fire for you.

If you're well enough to stand/move about, Raiden will encourage you to take a hot bath/shower, the water will help warm you up and the steam will help ease your congestion.

Ultimately Raiden will focus on making sure you are comfortable and rested until you begin to recover.

Fujin

Fujin is the kind of guy who drops EVERYTHING when someone he cares about gets sick.

So you better believe that Fujin is gonna dote on you, which for him manifests in asking as many questions as he can to make sure everything is to your liking.

Are you too hot? Too cold? Are you hungry? Do you have enough pillows? etc etc.

Tries to make you some stew to help ease your symptoms but because Gods don't really eat it doesn't come out quite right.

Thankfully you can't really taste or smell anything so it's basically edible. Fujin is so relieved that you aren't completely disgusted by what he's made.

Kung Lao

Now my boy Lao probably wouldn't make a great nurse but by golly, he is gonna try his darndest to look after you.

He wants to be helpful so desperately but your sickness is also quite gross, so despite his best attempts he will gag a bit while cleaning out any used tissues or sick buckets you have on hand.

If it's something that is highly contagious, like the flu or COVID, he will ignore all safety protocols and still hang out/isolate with you so you aren't lonely.

If your sickness is really bad and he wants to avoid it, he will wear PPE so he can still cuddle with you. Full face mask and gloves, he still wants to snuggle.

Lao isn't the best chef so I hope you like microwavable things and pot noodles cuz that's about all he can manage. He does, however, brew excellent teas.

Liu Kang

Unlike Lao, Kang would make an amazing nurse, he's kind, patient, and attentive, but will be firm about things you might not want to do that would help you recover.

He knows you feel like shit, but he'll still make you get out of bed, brush your teeth/shower, and have a little walk around or do some stretching for exercise.

If you're staying indoors to avoid spreading your sickness, Kang will help keep your mind occupied with things like scrabble or mahjong, so you don't go slowly mad.

When in doubt, Kang may encourage some traditional Chinese medicine treatments for you, which may range from some tai chi practice to taking some gui zhi tang.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat reader insert #mortal kombat imagine #johnny cage #raiden #fujin #kung lao #liu kang #qdbs writing

[clovesnz]

cw: colds, mess, coughing, intentional contagion between partners, excessive horniness

I sometimes wish I was in a position where I didn’t live with several other people so that I could get myself a sick hottie to mash faces with and enjoy the consequences. I want to be on top of someone, kissing them deeply until they have to break away to let out a congested cough. They’ll try to turn away but I’ll turn their head back to face me, and kiss their cheeks and nose and finally their mouth again as they continue to let out the itch in their throat. I’ll let them blow their nose on my shirt, into my hands, onto my chest. I’ll help get all of the stuck sneezes out of their poor, itchy nose. And when I get infected they will do the same for me. We’ll let it overtake us together, sharing in everything. Coughing and sneezing into the each others’ shoulders during sex. Comparing the wetness of our coughs, the snottiness of our sneezes, how many tissues each of us have piled around the room. We’ll drink tea and cuddle and watch watch funny movies even though it destroys our raw throats with laughter, and no one will fucking bother us till we’re well and ready to face the world again. It’ll just be a sick, horny hiatus with 0 illness anxiety. Only good wholesome filthy degenerate fun

#it starts #i hope this resonates with someone because i am now slightly embarrassed #snz #snzblr #sneeze kink #snzfucker #coldfucker #coldfuckery #my writing