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#i ate some saltines

blockheadjnr · 2 years

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I am so bad at cooking chicken I just have to consume other protein oh my god. Yesterday I was cider sick and today I’m food poisoned. There’s no winning 😵‍💫

#I just ate some saltines and drank some water so here’s hoping I keep it down

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strangersteddierthings · 4 months

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February 1

rating: G cw: none prompt: Love is letting someone take care of you

It wasn't a lesson Eddie learned easily, or all that willingly. No one had cared for him after his Mama had died. Not for a long time after.

He dad likes to pretend he'd tried. When Eddie was feeling generous, he'd even say he agreed. His parents were so in love it was almost sickening. Losing her must have broken the part of his Dad that knew how to love fully. He didn't turn mean, not like some dads did, but he definitely cared more about his next scheme than he did about the kid that looked too much like his Mama.

Wayne taught him that people who care about you take care of you. They take care of you when you're barely nine and have burned yourself on the stove twice this week, even if you think you should have learned after the first time. They take care of you when you've been caught stealing candy from Melvald's, and skipping school, and flunking senior year (and then doing that again), and even when people accuse you of murder.

Wayne has taught him that people that really, really love you are there when you need them, care for you when you need them.

And Eddie's heart aches that no one seems to have taught Steve that.

Eddie's trying. He steps in to help with "babysitting" duties, especially when Steve looks particularly run down. He started inserting himself into the Platonic Soulmate thing Steve and Robin have going because he wants to be an established replacement Temporary Soulmate while Robin's at college. (Being fair, this was Robin's suggestion. She's worried about how he'll be when she's not around to look after him.)

He's started hanging out with Steve without Robin, too. They get along well, it turns out. Eddie loves to talk and Steve loves to listen. But, more importantly, Eddie's good at getting Steve to talk. As a rule in general, Eddie isn't a good listener, but he could listen to Steve read him the phone book and never be bored. He tries to take an interest in Steve's hobbies. He doesn't have the hand/eye coordination for basketball, or the lungs for swimming laps, but he does have the energy to keep going even when he's bad at those things.

Steve seems to appreciate it, if the soft smiles he gives Eddie is any indication.

And it's not all up hill. Steve's got hangups that seem to crop up when he thinks he's failed at something. He's got a quick temper but it's never physical anger. He's only ever yelled at Eddie twice, and being fair, that first was deserved. Eddie's pushed too far, in his desire to help, not knowing the limit yet.

Eddie gets pissy, too, he's no saint, either.

There's been no fight they haven't gotten through, though.

But the lesson, the thing Wayne was really trying to teach him, comes when Steve gets sick.

No one but Robin has ever seen him sick. She's off at college now and it's just Eddie, fumbling to make soup and not dribble water down Steve's front while he holds the glass Steve is too weak to and Eddie forgot to get some straws at the store.

Steve tried to get him to leave only once. It was the third day in a row Eddie was there.

"You don't have to be here, you know," Steve had whispered, throat still feeling like he ate glass.

Eddie just met his eye and gave a small smile, "I do know."

Steve looks surprised, which is ridiculous, because he had to of known the answer Eddie would give. But then that surprise softens to a new look. Sappier, eyes a bit wetter, and Steve must not want him to see because his whole face scrunches with how quickly he shuts his eyes.

Eddie sets the sleeve of saltines down on the night stand and reached for Steve's hand. Just to give it a squeeze.

He finds he can't take his hand back when Steve tangles their fingers together and drags their joined hands to his face, where Steve rests his feverish forehead against Eddie's hand.

Steve teaches him that, yes, love is caring for someone. But sometimes, it's also letting someone else take care of you.

@steddielovemonth @i-less-than-three-you @nburkhardt @afewproblems @skepsiss

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tlou-reid · 3 months

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could you do an aaron hotchner x bau wife where she’s up all night throwing up and he just takes care of her

tw vomit and vomiting!!

do your daily clicks

"hun," aaron coos as he walks into the bathroom. his voice was groggy and deep, reflecting the fact that he'd just woken up. you were doing your best to be quiet, not wanting to wake him. you knew he spent a lot of time not being able to sleep, whether it be from working or the nightmares the job caused, so you tried to let him rest as much as possible when he was home. but, the nausea in your stomach that had lingered all day finally spilt over, sending you rushing to the bathroom a little after one in the morning.

"i'm sorry," is all you can mumble out from your position with your head practically in the toilet. aaron doesn't reply, choosing to slowly sit next to you, bringing one hand to hold your hair out of your face and the other to soothingly rub down your back instead. you're happy to have his presence, not liking being alone while you're vomiting.

you two sit like that for a few minutes. you can't really tell how long it takes for your stomach to settle, but you refuse to move your head away from the toilet, just in case.

"any better?" aaron asks, rising from his spot on the bathroom floor. "a little," you mumble. you were being honest, getting some of it out helped settle the nausea, but your body ached and your throat burned. "i'm sorry," aaron echoes your sentiment from earlier as he hands you a clean wash rag. you wipe off your face as he lays another across the back of your neck. the chill makes you jump at first, but you quickly enjoy the feeling.

"want to brush your teeth?" he questions, helping you stand. you nod in response and he moves to grab your toothbrush. he sets it up for you, with a small bead of toothpaste and runs extra water over it. once he hands it to you, he brings his hand to rest comfortingly on your shoulder.

"did you eat something bad?" he questions after you hand him the toothbrush back and go to rinse your mouth. you shrug, "my stomach was messed up all day, it might've been the jet." aaron nodded in understanding. no one on the team was especially prone to airsickness, but after gruesome cases, being sick from the movement was possible.

"well, lets go get some crackers," aaron instructs, reaching out for your hand. you don't have the energy to argue, to tell him no, i just want to go to bed, so you take it, and let him lead you to the kitchen.

he led you to a stool in the kitchen, helping you get on it and relax against the counter in front of you. once you were settled, aaron turned on the light over the stove and reached in the cabinet for the box of saltines you kept for when jack was sick. you were grateful he didn't turn on the big overhead light.

"we don't have any ginger ale," he informed, reaching for a bottle of water instead. he knew if it was cold, it would upset your stomach more. once the crackers and bottle were sat in front of you, aaron said, "eat slow, so it doesn't upset you more."

you nodded in reply, slowly bringing a cracker to your lips. you ate three or four, before sliding them across the counter, signaling to aaron that you were done. "did they help any?" aaron asked as he cleaned up.

"yeah, but i want to try and sleep." aaron nodded at your words, moving to help you off the stool and get you into bed. despite being unsure if there was vomit in your hair, he let you cuddle up to his side, making yourself comfortable.

"feel any better?" you nodded in reply, closing your eyes. aaron gently rubbed his hand along your side until you fell asleep.

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sluttywonwoo · 1 year

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instead of you [part nine] || l.mh

pairing: [best friend’s brother] lee minho x college!reader ft. han jisung

summary: you didn’t expect to spend your summer pretending to be your best friend’s girlfriend- then again, you didn’t expect to fall for your best friend’s brother, either.

warnings: swearing, mentions of sex (18+ mdni), nausea (but no getting sick)

word count: 3.1k

a/n: revamped my tom holland series from my main blog ( @wazzupmrstark ) to try and motivate myself to finish it!! ; i know minho is the chef of the group but just suspend your disbelief for this series and pretend it’s jisung

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The kitchen on the Fallin’ Flower was small, but still impressive considering it was on a boat. Everything was up to standard, as far as you knew from what you had learned from Jisung, and covered in sleek stainless steel.

You sat atop one of the counters while Minho rifled through the cabinets in search of something for you to snack on.

“I swear we have crackers somewhere around here,” he mumbled to himself.

“I can just eat the leftovers,” you suggested for what must’ve been the third or fourth time.

“No! What we had was spicy, that won’t be good for your stomach,” he insisted.

“Was it objectively spicy, or spicy to you?” you asked with a hint of a smile.

“You wanna go there? The Korean versus the American in heat tolerance?” he challenged. “I’ll have you know that I quite like spicy food.”

“Are you sure?” you said, calling his bluff.

“You know what, when you’re feeling better we’ll see who can handle it more between the two of us.”

“Name the time and the place I’ll be there.”

“Oh, here! I knew we had them!” Minho exclaimed, holding up a packet of saltines victoriously.

You took them from him gratefully and ripped open the plastic sleeve. Minho watched you carefully as you ate. He was leaning against the counter across from where you were sitting with his arms crossed over his chest casually. His features were softer than you remembered seeing them, like he was actually relaxed for once.

He was always so tense, clenched jaw, stiff posture, you had just figured it was his default. But looking at him now was like seeing him for the first time.

You offered him a cracker and he took it, smiling.

“Thanks.”

“I should be the one thanking you,” you said back.

He shook his head, still smiling. “It’s nothing.” Then he trained his eyes on the floor. “Are you still mad at Jisung?”

You sighed and shoved another cracker into your mouth before answering. “A little,” you admitted.

Minho nodded thoughtfully in understanding but didn’t respond. You wanted to explain yourself, explain that you weren’t just an angry girlfriend but you refrained. You weren’t sure how much of yourself to reveal to him, how much truth you could let slip through the cracks before you crossed into dangerous territory.

You were a side character to the Han Family, a temporary one at that. You were playing a role, and in a couple of months you’d be written off and eventually replaced. Was it even worth it to open up to them?

“The thing is,” you started, surprising both yourself and Minho by breaking the silence, “I used to do the same thing.” You still did the same thing. “Whenever I slept with a stranger Jisung would lecture me about it, but apparently he was doing the same thing behind my back and it just… feels fucked up.”

“It is fucked up,” Minho agreed. He seemed angry now. “I’ll be honest, I’ve done that too, but he never said anything to me.”

“I know he means well, and he wanted me to be safe, but now it just feels like he was reinforcing some double standard. Do you know what I mean?”

“You mean you felt like he was judging you for something men do all the fucking time?”

Hit the nail on the head.

“More or less,” you said quietly. “I know he didn’t mean to-”

“Even unintentionally it’s not okay. You’re right, he was probably just trying to be protective, but he was still out of line.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you want me to talk to him?”

“No!”

Minho raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

You nodded insistently. “I should be the one to talk to him.” You glanced over at the clock on the oven and straightened up. “Actually, I should go do that now. It’s getting late.”

Minho looked conflicted, words lingering unsaid between you. But he cleared his throat and offered you his hand to help you down from the counter. You took it and hopped down, almost colliding with him in the narrow kitchen alley.

Your chests were nearly pressed together, that’s how small the walkway was. You thought that if you breathed you would surely brush up against him. So you held your breath.

“Okay, goodnight,” Minho said finally.

“Goodnight. Thanks for the crackers.” You held the half-empty package out to him to take, but he refused.

“Keep them. You might feel better now, but you’re going to need more food to soak up some of the alcohol.”

“Thanks.”

“Make sure to drink a lot of water, too,” he added. “I don’t want you to feel hungover in the morning.”

You promised him you would and let yourself out of the kitchen to go back to your and Jisung’s bedroom. You clung to the wall in the hallway as you stumbled to your room. You couldn’t tell if your inhibited balance was due to the rocky sea beneath the boat or your own drunkenness, but it felt like the room was spinning.

Once you found your room you practically fell through the door onto the carpeted floor. Jisung caught you clumsily, saving you from rug burn on your knees.

“Y/n!” You could hear the surprise in his voice as he hoisted you onto the bed. “I went up to the top deck to look for you, but you were gone, so I came back here- but you weren’t here either.”

You didn’t have the energy to explain yourself so you just held up the crackers that were still in your hand.

“How much did you have to drink?”

“I don’t know, enough for me to lose the fucking game,” you grumbled. “I forgot to have dinner too, so that didn’t help.”

Jisung grimaced. “Oh, that’s right.”

“Yeah.”

You closed your eyes tightly, trying to stop the dizziness, but it only made it worse. Jisung was looking down at you solemnly, hands on his hips like a worried dad. You avoided his eyes, too ashamed and angry to meet them. You knew that if you did you would start crying.

“I’m really sorry,” he said gently, after a moment had passed. You could tell he meant it, but a little part of you doubted.

“Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?” you sighed.

“I think I do.” You stared at the ceiling, waiting for him to continue. “It’s because I was an asshole about hookup culture, isn’t it? I always tell you that you shouldn’t sleep with strangers, but I went and did the same thing. And I never told you about it. Does that about cover it?”

Your silence was a confirmation in of itself and Jisung shook his head at himself. “I’m sorry. If it makes you feel any better, it really was before I met you. And it’s the only time I never got their name.”

“It’s not a big deal,” you said, not even convincing yourself. “You can fuck whoever you want, just don’t be a hypocrite when it comes to me. I know you want me to be safe, but I’m a big girl. I can take care of myself.”

Jisung looked at you like he didn’t believe that last part but ultimately agreed. “I’ll try my best,” he assured you. “Just promise me one thing?”

“What’s that?”

“No more frat guys, please.” You laughed. “I have a heart attack every time I check your location and you’re at a frat house. If you care about my health you’ll go back to athletes.”

“Fine,” you sighed. “I guess I can do that.”

Jisung gave you a satisfied hum and took a seat on the bed next to you, pushing stray hairs out of your face. Even lying still, you still felt like you were being tossed and turned. The boat’s steady rocking was doing nothing to help your state.

“Ji, I don’t feel good,” you complained, holding your stomach.

“Want me to run you a bath?” he offered and nodded towards the door to the ensuite of your room.

“This boat has a fucking bathtub?” Jisung just chuckled and nodded. “Jesus Christ.”

“Do you want me to run you one?”

“Yes please.”

Jisung slipped from your side and disappeared into the bathroom. You heard him turn on the faucet and let the water run until it was hot before plugging the drain. He appeared in the doorway again before you could process anything else.

“C’mere,” he said and beckoned you over. “It’s ready for you. Call me if you need anything.”

He had left a towel out on the counter for you and turned out all the lights except for the one above the mirror so it wouldn’t be too much for you. The water was the perfect temperature too.

You felt a pang of guilt twinge in your stomach thinking about what had gone down between you a few hours ago. You’d yelled at him, embarrassed him in front of his brothers, and here he was admitting he was wrong, apologizing, and doing something nice for you. Even if he was in the wrong, you weren’t absolved of all responsibility. You had been the one to let your temper and insecurities get the better of you.

You blew out a breath and slipped under the surface of the water, letting it overtake your senses. You took your time washing your hair and body, content to sit in the bath until the water got cold and your fingers pruned.

Jisung was lying on the bed reading when you came back into the bedroom. He looked up at you and smiled when he saw you wrapped in a towel.

“Cold?” he asked, as if your shivering wasn’t apparent enough. You nodded. “Put your pajamas on and come warm up in bed then!”

“But that’s so much work!” you whined, even though you were already searching through your suitcase for your PJs.

Jisung rolled his eyes at you and went back to his book. You got dressed and promptly hopped into bed next to him, pulling the blankets all the way up to your chin.

“Do you think tomorrow will be awkward?” you whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“Like with your brothers and stuff, because we kind of had a fight.”

“Oh, maybe a little,” he admitted.

“I think we should have makeup sex then,” you decided. “And then we can just pretend like everything’s fine.”

“My brothers are all the way on the other side of the boat, though. It’s not worth it to have fake sex again if they can’t even hear us.”

“I’ll just give you a hickey this time.”

“But you’re drunk.”

“So are you.”

Jisung shrugged. “Fair enough.”

You wriggled out of your blanket cocoon enough to reach his neck and licked a stripe up the column of his throat before settling on a place to suck.

“Fuck,” Jisung let out with a surprised shudder. You forced yourself not to think about it and kept going until a nice rosy bruise had blossomed under his skin.

“I think that’s good, what about you?”

Jisung stood from the bed and walked over to the mirror to admire your work. He angled his head so that the light would shine right on the mark and swore. It was still pink and raw, but the purple and blue shades were already starting to emerge underneath.

“Jesus,” he muttered. “What am I supposed to tell my parents, y/n?”

“I don’t know, that you got hit with a ping pong ball or something?”

“Like they’ll believe that!”

“I made it low enough so that it can be covered with a t-shirt, just wear your shirt around them if it’s that big a deal.”

“But it’s going to be hot tomorrow.”

“Oh my god, stop being a baby. Yours isn’t even as big as mine was.”

“That’s not how I remember it.”

“Jisung,” you pleaded, “please just come back to bed already. I’m tired.”

Your best friend relented and returned to the bed, this time slipping underneath the covers next to you. He turned off the lamp on the bedside table and rolled over to face you. For whatever reason, you felt compelled to be closer to him so you rolled onto your side and pushed your body back against his. He took your cue and snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you so that he was spooning you.

You fell asleep tangled together like you had hundreds of times, only for you to dream about his brother.

It wasn’t your fault, really. It’s not like you could control your subconscious. The dream was innocent enough…

You were with your friends in your old apartment playing beer pong when Minho came up behind you and slung an arm around your waist. He pulled you close, kissed you on the cheek once, and turned his attention to the game.

“Who’s winning?”

“Y/n’s up by two,” Ruby, a girl from your cohort explained.

“That’s my girl,” Minho said with a wink, squeezing your hip.

His girl. It rolled off his tongue like he’d said it a thousand times, like he’d say it a thousand more.

You rested your head on his shoulder and sighed. “I’m tired.”

“What? You’re winning! You can’t quit now,” he insisted.

“Sure I can.”

“What if I join your team and play a couple of rounds for you?” he suggested. “How does that sound?”

“Fine, I guess. Just don’t ruin my score.”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Minho lifted his head to address your friends. “Mind if I take over for a sec?”

“I feel you’re going to do it anyway regardless of what we say.”

“You’re right,” Minho quipped before aiming the ping-pong ball at the other side of the table. He sank the ball into a cup in the upper left-hand corner effortlessly, shooting you a victorious grin.

“It’s not fair that they’re playing together,” Ruby’s teammate whined as Minho scored another point.

“Drunk and drunker always win,” your friend said matter-of-factly, bringing the plastic cup of beer to her mouth.

“No, we don’t!” Minho argued.

“When you’re sober you don’t,” Ruby agreed. “That’s how you got your nickname.”

Minho handed the last ping-pong ball to you. “You make the winning shot, babe. You’re the one that did most of the work.”

The next thing you knew he was kissing you in celebration, swinging you around like you’d just won the World Cup. You kissed him back, but something felt off. You never did this with Jisung- then it hit you.

“Where’s Jisung?”

Minho set you down and gave you a look of confusion. “Who?”

You jolted awake with a start, guilt immediately flooding your senses. The dream hadn’t been anything sexual, but you still felt like you had done something wrong.

Jisung was still holding you, his arms wrapped around your midsection and his legs intertwined with yours, and you suddenly felt suffocated by the position. As gently and as quickly as possible you untangled yourself from your best friend and climbed out of bed.

Your head was pounding and you remembered what Minho had said about drinking a lot of water last night, and about how you’d ignored it.

You splashed some cold water on your face in the bathroom, but all it did was get your hair and shirt wet. It didn’t wake you up at all.

When you tiptoed back into the bedroom you saw that Jisung was still asleep and breathed a sigh of relief. You weren’t ready to face him yet. You knew he wouldn’t know about your dream, but for some reason, you felt like he would. Like he’d take one look at you and know your subconscious had replaced him with his older brother.

The hickey you’d given him the night before was peeking out of the collar of his shirt. It had faded a bit since then but was still noticeable. You wondered if anyone would say anything about it.

“Jisung, what the fuck happened to your neck?”

You nearly spit out your drink when you heard Felix ask his twin brother the question in front of everyone.

Jisung turned bright red and automatically looked to you, even though you were screaming at him not to with your eyes.

“I, um, burned myself,” he sputtered.

You wanted to tackle him to the ground. What happened to the pep talk you’d had with him yesterday about this very scenario?

His parents thankfully looked uninterested, but Felix just smirked. Minho had raised his head from his phone, but you couldn’t read his expression. He was paying attention to his brothers’ conversation but seemed annoyed. You thought he would’ve jumped at the opportunity to clown his younger brother, but he was acting like he couldn’t care less, like he wanted them to stop talking about it altogether. Felix had to fly solo on this one.

“I didn’t know burn marks could be purple.”

“You learn something new every day,” Jisung said through gritted teeth.

“Mhm, you sure do,” Felix mused, biting his lip to keep from smiling too wide.

You only had one more day on the boat, then one day in Venice where you docked. Another taxi, another train, another two-mile walk because you got lost and you were checking into another hotel in Florence with the Hans.

There was barely any time to settle into your rooms before you had to reconvene in the lobby. Apparently, you were already running behind on the itinerary and needed to be in the next location for the day in less than an hour.

You had hastily changed into your matching t-shirt and walking shoes before dragging Jisung downstairs with you. The couple days of rest on the yacht had made the soreness in your legs subside, but ten minutes of walking through the city had it returning with a vengeance.

You couldn’t even enjoy the scenery because you were too distracted by the blisters forming on the backs of your heels.

Florence was hotter than Paris, and even more crowded. There were people everywhere. Every corner you turned had you nearly colliding with another group of tourists who, more often than not, were also wearing matching t-shirts.

Jisung was holding your hand, but the contact was beginning to feel sticky and unbearable. You let go and wiped your hand on your shorts, earning a silent thank you from your counterpart.

After what seemed like an eternity Dom and Nikki finally stopped in front of a small storefront with a small wooden sign hanging from the overhead balcony that read Vivanda.

The second the air conditioning hit you you breathed a sigh of relief and sank into the nearest chair, only to be forced to stand up again when you were all ushered into another room.

Instead of sightseeing today you were taking a class where you’d learn how to make pasta by hand. Jisung had learned how to make pasta a couple of years ago in his culinary arts program but wanted to take another class in the pasta capital of the world. He also wanted you to learn yourself since you were constantly asking him to make it for you.

The other students were already waiting in the kitchen for you when the six of you filed in. Your instructor introduced himself as Leo and passed down a disposable apron for each of you. You wrote your names in print big enough to read as he gave you the spiel. He was handsome, a little older, but still handsome with a 5 o’clock shadow and thick-rimmed glasses that were balanced on the bridge of his nose. You had to remind yourself not to stare.

Jisung helped you tie your apron in the back and then did it himself with the expertise of a practiced professional before you both joined the line to wash your hands. The table was covered with wax paper and in front of everyone was a pile of flour and a couple of eggs.

Leo demonstrated how to create a little bowl in your flour mountain and then crack the eggs inside. He started to mix the ingredients together with his hands and everybody else followed suit. You didn’t like the feeling of the dough sticking to your skin, the texture of the flour was gritty and the runniness of the eggs made it feel wet, but you tried to ignore the discomfort and knead it as fast as possible.

Jisung was finished first, unsurprisingly, and tried to help you with yours. He stood behind you and held your hands in his, pressing his thumbs over yours to show you the technique.

“Like this,” he said, pressing with a little more force than you had been using.

“It’s hard,” you complained.

“That’s what she said,” Felix whispered next to you, immediately followed by “sorry” when you and Jisung both glared at him.

“It just takes practice,” Jisung assured you, despite all of the other first-time students kneading their dough with ease.

“Jisung, if I didn’t know any better I’d say you were the teacher of this class,” Leo complimented, testing the firmness of his dough.

“He’s a chef,” you said proudly.

“I don’t know if I’d go that far,” Minho interjected.

Jisung scoffed, giving his brother a dirty look. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

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the-record · 1 year

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omggg your lyric fics are killing meeee !!! your so talented <3 you should defo consider doing graceland too by phoebe bridgers (the ultimate sad yet peaceful lesbian lullaby that haunts my dreams)

graceland too

i didnt know if you wanted this with abby BUT if you wanted it with a different character i would be happy to make a new one :)

i love abs shes so ! this is not proofread!!

i do not use description for reader and the photos do not describe the reader !!

no longer a danger to herself or others she made up her mind and laced up her shoes

“go. just take him.”

light poured in through the curtains, just barely illuminating the room in the early morning. abby slept soundly on your chest, her head rising and falling with your body. you couldnt help but admire her.

she’d been through too much, but she was still perfect to you.

pretty brown lashes that fluttered every so often. soft lips you wanted to admire forever. her hair was starting to grow out and you made a mental note to trim it later so it would grow out evenly.

yelled down the hall but nobody answered so she walked outside without an excuse

her eyes fluttered open slowly, gradually adjusting to the light. you smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to her temple.

“good morning sleepyhead,” you teased as she pulled you tighter. “you sleep okay?” she hummed as she nodded against you. “want some breakfast my love?”

“mmm, not yet.” she nosed her face into your neck.

“whatever you want.”

you ran your hand down her back, nails gently scratching as you went. she sighed and pressed a kiss to your collarbone.

she could do anything she wants to she could do whatever she wants to do she could go home, but she’s not going to...

“i could just lay here forever. how are you so comfortable?” you laughed, shaking abby’s head. “are you laughing at me?” she looked up at you, shocked, as you tried to hide the giggles. “oh my god, you are totally laughing at me! i’ll give you something to laugh about.”

you yelled out just as she gets her fingers in your sides, tickling you. “fuck off! abby stop, shit!” you laughed and tried to push her off, but to no avail. “abby please! im sorry!”

she let up, pulling you to her. “i know, i know.” she smiled, she couldn’t help it. “i love you, you know.”

“i know.” you nodded, leaning on her chest to look up at her. “im so proud of you. you’ve been through so much and look at you.”

so we spent what was left of our serotonin to chew on our cheeks and stare at the moon

“all i did was survive. same as you.”

but you shook your head, sitting up to have this conversation.

“no, not you. manny, owen, mel... your dad. you’ve just, you’ve lost so much.” your hand cupped her cheek and abby gently gripped your wrist. “and then when ellie found you,” you took a breath. “fuck, i thought you died abby. you and lev, i thought you were dead. everyone else was and i couldn’t get you out of my head.” she followed the tear that tracked down your face.

“and then i stumbled across you and lev, and i just couldn’t believe it. i couldn’t believe you were alive.” you sniffed, throwing a smile her way. “and you didn’t even take a second to worry about yourself when we got here, just wanting to take care of lev and i.” you thumb rubbed her cheek gently.

said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor and i knew

“can i be honest?” you nodded, scooting closer to her. “i didnt think i was gonna make it. and, i dont think i cared if i died...” tears filled her eyes but she kept going. “and then, ellie was there. she helped me down, and i saw lev, and i knew i had to get out of there. i had to see you again.

“so i fought ellie, and i didnt give up. i had to help lev, and i had to know you were okay.” she smiled and leaned her forehead against yours. “and it was the one decision i don’t regret. im glad i made it out and back to you.”

she pressed a gentle kiss on your lips and pulled you close to her.

“glad to know you care about me.”

“oh my god lev, go fuck off!”

i would do anything you want me to i would do anything for you i would do anything, i would do anything whatever you want me to do, i will do

#abby anderson #abby anderson angst #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson x you #abby anderson x y/n #abby anderson tlou2 #abby my beloved #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x female reader

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abbyromanoff · 1 year

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I’ve had the WORST headache today so can I request some fluff/comfort with nat taking care of reader who’s really sick with a migraine but reader just tried to tell nat she’s fine but nat can see straight through her and eventually reader just breaks down crying in Nats arms and let’s her take care of them <3

Migraines

Parings: Natasha Romanoff x sick!reader

Warnings: headaches and migraines, reader being mentally exhausted basically, think that’s it

Word count: 705

Summary: it’s just the ask once again (and I’m sorry anon, I’ve been having the same things as well but I hope you’re feeling better now :))

No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!

Walking into your shared bathroom you took what felt like the hundredth ibuprofen of the day. You had to do this a lot as you tended to get migraines and headaches often. You didn’t know why, you ate healthy, trained and worked out, and never took any supplements that could cause these irritating, painful headaches. Nat noticed, she noticed everything. But whenever she would bring it up you’d end up denying the fact and just said you were tired. She tried her best to help but you were too damn stubborn. This was the third time this week that you had a migraine, it was only Thursday. You sat down at your desk and got back to work, filling out mission report after mission report.

It was getting to be too much, the words on the paper didn’t make sense and you could barely open your eyes, even when you did the light would hurt you even more. Getting frustrated you threw the papers off of your desk and slammed your hands down, trying your best not to let tears arise to the surface. It seemed to be your unlucky week as Nat walked in the moment you broke down, rushing to your side and examining your face. When she saw water in your eyes and your breathing unsteady she held you softly in her arms.

“Shh, it’s alright, you’re okay. I’m here now.” Her words soothed you yet hurt you more, the noise hurt your head and your ears.

“Shut up! Please! It hurts.” Nat knew you were just saying those words out of frustration and pain so she tried not to take them to heart.

“What hurts baby? Can you tell me what is hurting you?” “My head, it’s-it’s pounding. It hurts so bad, a-and the light hurts my eyes and noise makes my head, like, throb in a way. The words, they were- I couldn’t read it Natty.” You struggled to form a sentence and your girlfriend quickly rushed you into your bed. She grabbed an ice pack and placed it on your head, doing research previously and finding out the cold helps with migraines. Turning off every light and closing every blind she made sure no brightness could effect you.

“I’m sorry for telling you to shut up.” You were able to form at least a few words as Nat was pacing around trying to find things to help. She knew noise hurt you so instead of speaking she placed her hand over your own, assuring you in a way that she understood and wasn’t mad. Many blankets were put on top of you and she adjusted your body in a way that no pressure could get to your head. You watched as she ran out of the room and came back minutes later with water, soup and saltine crackers. She placed everything down and brought you head up, helping you drink some of the water.

Everything was too much, the pain you felt was astronomical, Nat caring for you made you feel overwhelmed with emotions, you couldn’t help but cry into her arms. Your arms wrapped around her back as you cried into her chest, finally letting all of your emotions go. She held you and rested her head lightly on your own, massaging your scalp and drawing circles on your back in a soothing matter.

Laying you down on the bed she wrapped you back up in the snug blankets and kissed your forehead, letting you get some sleep. She was starting to walk out of the room before you stopped her, “Wait.” She turned to look at you, ready to get whatever you needed. “Can you stay?” You nervously asked, scared that she would say no. She rolled her eyes in a joking manner and laid beside you, holding you in her arms as she drifted off to sleep.

The next day when Fury came up repeatedly apologizing for giving you too much work with a stern looming Nat behind him you laughed, knowing that she brutally yelled at him for giving you so much stress. Nat walked up to you and hugged you from behind, “You okay now baby?”

“I’m much better now that I’m with you.”

#natasha x fem!reader #natasha x reader #natasha romanoff fluff #natasha fluff #anon request #anonymous #anon ask #natasha x sick!reader #sick!reader

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weepingpussywillowtree · 2 months

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Brother and his girlfriend visited this weekend and seem to have brought norovirus with them by accident. They got violently ill with low grade fevers to boot as soon as they got home and now the partner is ill as well... Haven't heard the sound of someone vomiting in years and forgot how genuinely horrible it is. Don't think it's food poisoning because my partner has very specific dietary habits and nothing they really ate while here lined up. At least nothing that I didn't eat too.

Poor brother's girlfriend is apparently stuck at my mother's house with my brother while sick, though the one thing my mother is actually good at is caring for (the physical needs) of sick people because she was a nurse for many years. I guess she passed out twice on the way to the bathroom today and put a hole in the drywall, after which she was told to stop trying to get up and just cope with a trash can. Luckily she's okay and the drywall was soft enough that her head is mostly unharmed.

This stuff is super contagious so I highly doubt I'll be spared, but I've bleached everything and went out to buy some saltines, electrolyte drinks, and unsweetened applesauce. Made some plain white rice and cleaned the apartment too.

Anyone have recs for movies to watch while sick? As a kid I always watched Muppet treasure Island while sick, so maybe I'll just put that on when the inevitable strikes.

#shouting into the void #tw vomit

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ali-r3n · 2 years

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Of Babies, Rock 'N' Roll

Eddie Munson x Female!Reader

Corroded Coffin had taken off. While on their first tour, Eddie and Y/N get some amazing yet nerve wracking news

Fluff, Vomit, Pregnancy

During Soundcheck, Y/N stood in the wings of the stage as she watched her fiancé with an adoring smile.

As he strummed his guitar, Eddie turned to look at her and gave her a wink. She blew him a kiss before he had to direct his attention to his task.

She felt her stomach turn and bile rise up her throat. She covered her mouth as she turned to run to the bathroom.

Sweat beaded on her skin as she fell to her knees. She bent over the toilet and expelled the contents of her stomach. Her eyes and nose watered at the burn of the acid.

Eddie handed his guitar to someone as he walked off the stage. A large smile on his face as he expected to get a hug and a kiss from h woman he loved.

"Sweetheart," he called.

He frowned with his brows pinched when he couldn't find his wife-to-be.

He stopped a crew member.

"Hey. Have you seen Y/N?"

They nodded and pointed in the direction she ran in. "Yeah. She went that way. I gotta tell ya man, she looked a little green."

"Thank you."

Eddie walked the way he was told and came to the bathroom. He could hear the faint sound of vomiting and gently knocked on the door.

"Just a minute," Y/N called, weakly. Her voice strained.

"Sweetheart, it's me."

"It's not locked, Ed. Come in."

He pushed it open as she flushed the toilet. She stood up and sat on the seat. She gave him a small smile.

"Hi Baby," she greeted, quietly.

He kneeled in front of her and gave her a reassuring grin. He placed a ringed hand on her thigh and messaged her.

"Are you okay, Sweetheart?" he asked.

She nodded and touched her stomach. "Yeah. Just feel a little sick. I think it must've been something I ate."

He nodded. "Why don't we get you some ginger ale and saltines? Then get you settled on the couch in the green room. Sound nice?"

She nodded. "That sounds good."

Her head swam as he helped her to her feet. She closed her eyes and grabbed his sleeveless black shirt.

"Y/N?" His voice sounded far away before she lost consciousness. "Y/N!" he exclaimed as he caught her.

She woke up in a cold, sterile room with Eddie's fingers running through her hair. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her forehead with a small smile.

"Hi Sweetheart," he greeted.

"Eddie? What happened?"

Just as he opened his mouth to answer, a man in blue scrubs entered the room.

"Hello Ms. Y/L/N. How're you feeling?"

"Confused."

"Thats normal after a fainting spell. I'm sure your fiancée will be able to explain it to you while he run some tests."

One quick conversation and a vile of blood later, the man returned.

"Congratulations, Ms. Y/L/N. You're pregnant."

Y/N looked over at Eddie, whose jaw dropped in shock. Once he processed it, his eyes welled with tears and he covered his mouth.

"I'm going to be a father," he whispered. He looked up at Y/N and cupped her face to lean in and kiss her.

"Thank you."

"You're happy."

"Happy, Sweetheart. I'm ecstatic." He took a seat on the bed next to her. "Are you? Because it’s your body. If you aren't ready for this..."

She nodded and took his hand. "All I want is to marry you and start a family. Looks like we're doing the latter first."

Eddie rested his forehead against hers with a grin. "I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

Corroded Coffin Frontman, Eddie Munson walks out of Hospital with Fiancée, Y/N Y/L/N

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Eddie Munson Taglist:

@seros-bitch @eddiemunsons-girl @m-i-1-0 @lunar-flwr @winchester-angel @angelbbygrl @madnessismylover @cherrybean1116 @edwardjamesmunson @3ternalreal1ty

@meaganjm @sweetpeapod @eddiemunsonsfavbitch @fangirling-4-ever @zzokks @mattymurdocksbitch @fillechatoyante @luvbug4728 @doll-in-the-walls @ches-86

Stranger Things Taglist:

@valeriiecameron @maruushkka @rainbows-dreams

Stranger Things (Billy excluded) Taglist;

@sleepyhead1456

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #stranger things x y/n #stranger things x reader #stranger things x you #stranger things x female reader #stranger things x fem!reader

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dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies · 6 months

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hiii im bored so im assigning some mutuals song lyrics!

@svnflowermoon

sundown and im feeling lifted / downtown cherry lipstick / watch her silk dress dancing in the wind / watch it brush against her skin / makes me wanna try her on - silk chiffon by phoebe bridgers and muna

cause my girl's made of peaches and soft grass in the moonlight / every touch reminds me it's alright - strawberry blonde by chloe moriondo

theyre selling sunflowers cheap / im reading novels, im dating, but just just dating for sport / im getting coffees for free / i hang all my art and i dance with the coven / as the rain falls hard on the street - there it goes by maisie peters

@bookscorpion73

we didnt know that the sun was collapsing / til the seas rose and the buildings came crashing / we cried oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh / everywhere everything / i wanna love you til we're food for the worms to eat / til our fingers decompose / keep my hand in yours - everywhere, everything by noah kahan

leonard cohen once said / there's a crack in everything that's how the light gets in / and i am not an old man having an existential crisis / at a buddhist monastery, writing horny poetry / but i agree/ i never thought you'd happen to me - leonard cohen by boygenius

you got a slurpee for free / i caught you lookin at me / in the 7-eleven / under fluorescent lights / we walked in comfy silence / footsteps down familiar sidewalk - all my gosts by lizzy mcalpine

@recklessandyoung

it was magic, babe, pure and strong / it was the last man standing for the eagles song / it was a far-flung wish when we were young / now we're living the dream and i hope we never wake up - the band and i by maisie peters

i remember you stayed up all night / to make sure i was alright / believe me when i say / i wouldve done the same / i hate the way my brain is wired / can't trust my mind it's such a liar - rue by girl in red

you were my partner in crime / it was a welcome waste of time / eating cherries on the bridge, feet dangling / throw out the pits and stems into the racing current below / i get vertigo looking down and looking in - partner in crime by lucy dacus

@literatureisdying

drag-racing through the canyon / singing 'boys dont cry' / do you see us getting scraped up off the pavement? / i dont know why i am / the way i am / not strong enough to be your man / i lied, i am - not strong enough by boygenius

so we spent what was left of our serotonin / to chew on our cheeks and stare at the moon / said she knows she lived through it to get to this moment / ate a sleeve of saltines on my floor, and I knew then - graceland too by phoebe bridgers

keep your feet on the ground / when your head's in the clouds / well, go get your shovel / and we'll dig a deep hole / to bury the castle - brick by boring brick by paramore

@tellme-o-muse

you can't open your eyes for a while / you just breathe / i believed you were crazy / you believe that you love me / you and me, we're a day drink / so lose your faith in me - the gold by phoebe bridgers

we're never done with killing time / can i kill it with you? / till the veins run red and blue / got a lot to not do / let me kill it with you - 400 lux by lorde

sedentary secrets like peach pits in your gut / locked away like jam jars in the cellar of your heart / waiting to be tasted and ultimately wasted/ you were gonna win me over from the start - VBS by lucy dacus

okay im tired now but i'll probably do a pt 2 with irls and maybe a part 3!

#just dandy thoughts #I REACHED THE POST LIMIT UGH

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agaypanic · 7 months

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can i request francis from malcolm in the middle with a nonbinary s/o that uses a cane to walk due to low blood pressure (if you cant do this, its fine and i appreciate it anyways ^^)

Travel Day (Francis Wilkerson X Nonbinary!CaneUser!Reader)

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Request Something!

Summary: You and Francis get ready for the journey to visit his family.

A/N: i don’t really know much about low blood pressure and needing a cane to walk (beyond using one for visual aid) but i tried my best :) sorry this is so short

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You whined as your alarm clock blared, feeling around blindly to shut it off. Today, you and your boyfriend Francis were going down to visit his family for the weekend. You wished that you had planned to go later rather than early in the morning.

Francis reached over your body to shut the alarm off before relaxing back on the bed, pulling you closer to him.

“Do we have to go?” He asked tiredly.

“They’re your family, Francis.” You laughed, slowly sitting up.

“Exactly.”

Francis got ready faster than you, so he went to the kitchen to make a quick breakfast. When you finished getting dressed, you grabbed your cane and walked down the hall, driven by the smell of your favorite foods. As soon as you sat at the table, Francis set a plate in front of you and kissed your head before making food for himself.

After another minute, Francis sat beside you with his own plate. The hand that wasn’t holding his fork rested on your thigh while you talked.

“Are you sure you wanna drive?” You ask. “It’s a long way. We can take a bus.”

“I’m fine driving, baby. Promise.” When you finished eating, Francis took your empty plate and put it in the sink. He looked at the clock on a nearby wall. “We should probably get going.”

Francis was a true gentleman. He gave you more time to pack your bag by taking your shared suitcase down to the car. And then, when you were finally ready to leave, he carried your bag for you and walked at your pace, not wanting to rush you. When you got to the car, he opened the door for you and waited until you were situated to close it.

A few hours into the drive, you were starting to feel sleepy. You shouldn’t have, because you slept the whole night and it was only noon. Despite his eyes on the road, Francis noticed this and blindly reached into the backseat for his backpack.

“Here.” He said, setting the bag on your lap. “I packed some snacks and stuff for you. Don’t want you fainting or getting sick or something.”

The gesture made you grin, although you were growing too tired for it to be noticeable. Francis grabbed a Gatorade out of the backpack and opened it, taking a quick sip for himself before handing the drink to you. You did your best to gulp it down without giving yourself a stomach ache, and ate some of the saltine crackers that Francis packed.

After a while, you were feeling better but still a bit tired. Wanting to rest, you scooched over and carefully leaned against Francis. Luckily, the front seat of your car was a bench seat, making the adjustment comfortable. You sighed in relief at the warmth Francis radiated and shut your eyes. Francis gently brushed some stray hairs out of your face, keeping an arm around you as he continued driving.

***

Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol

#agaypanic #francis wilkerson #francis wilkerson x reader #francis wilkerson x nonbinary reader #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader

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faggotryandtransjesterism · 10 months

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i've been thinking about people who write hannibal fics, and how incorporating will's louisiana upbringing could be so hard if you didn't grow up there, and it just so happens that i did grow up there! so i'm making a little list of things about louisiana that people might not know. go forth and write cajun will graham!

food: first off, there's a lot of things that are very specific to poor people in louisiana. i didn't realize until relatively recently that these weren't things everyone ate. molasses and milk (poor man's chocolate milk. honey and milk also is a thing, but molasses is more common bc of all the cane fields.) actually, let me just get a whole category out of the way: put everything in milk. cornbread and milk (with honey or sugar dumped in to sweeten it, this is a whole meal, we used to eat this for dinner), oats and milk (raw oats. with sugar.), crackers and milk (saltines. i'm not joking.), literally put any carb in milk and that's a cajun dish. dinner foods you see a lot of are things like jambalaya, gumbo (pro tip, gumbo is always better on the second and third day, and you eat it with potato salad), etouffee (if you look this up, you'll see a lot of fancy shit, this is not fancy. it's the slimiest gravy pot full of meat and veggies.) everything has rice, you can't eat dinner without rice. sweet potatoes are big, a lot more common than regular ones. okra is also very very common.

environment: we all know louisiana has a lot of bayous, but a lot of people have never seen one i guess? and have no idea what that looks like. it's not like shrek swamp kind of deal. the water's not that filthy most of the time, at least not to look at. you've got a lot of foliage on top of the water mostly. cypress trees are the big thing that makes a bayou look like a bayou. cypress trees with spanish moss all over them. the line between a bayou and a lake isn't big, and a lot of them are connected. also. (about to tell you something that will blow your mind.) swamps are full of nutria rats. (but percy, what are nutria rats? (pronounced noo-tra rats)) they look like small capybaras with long thick tails, and by small i mean they gut up to 20 pounds. 3 feet. they're actually adorable though. alligators are common, they're not aggressive, you just have to keep an eye on them. there's usually saw palmettos around the edges of the water. outside of swamps, though, something you'll notice is there are sugar cane fields everywhere. there's also live oak trees, which if you've never seen, are beautiful. they do exist in other places, but they grow differently in louisiana bc of all the water. they have enormous, sweeping branches that dip down onto the ground sometimes, and they're (once again) full of spanish moss.

culture: in louisiana, some people speak cajun french. this is not the same as parisian french, and it's not always mutually intelligible. also, there's really very few people left who speak it, and it's mostly older folks. for example, my grandpa learned french before he learned english, but he didn't pass it on to his kids, and now he has very few people to speak it with. cajun music is a pretty unique thing, you've usually got an accordion, a fiddle, a bass, that kind of thing. some songs off the top of my head are jolie blonde, opelousas sostan, the boscoe stomp; there's also a lot of instrumental music, because it's all actually dancing music! cajun dancing is a whole thing that, once again, is dying out and mostly older folks know how to do it (my grandparents took me dancing all the time, so that, at least, i know). you might be able to look it up, but keep in mind, if you see something that looks more like square dancing, that's not what i'm talking about. (if you want a demo send me an ask lol, i can explain. in the meantime, i used to dance at randol's in lafayette, and the best band was donny broussard, so look those up on youtube if you want to hear cajun music.) zydeco is a whole other genre, and honestly not one i know much about, but it is an integral part of cajun culture.

that's all i can think of for now, but if i think of anything else, i'll add on. if you have any questions, my ask box is open!

#hannibal #will graham #hannigram #fic writing #reference

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lovebombs4life · 8 months

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Sick fic with michael, but you're the one taking care of him 🧸

darling - m.g.c.

requested: yes, this is so freaking cute

a/n: hashtag writing at work - kinda just made this into a blurb

cw: none! very fluffy

———

i woke to the sounds of michael groaning, tossing around in bed. i rubbed my eyes before sitting up and looking at him.

his face was pale and his eyes were a bit red. “what’s wrong, mikey?” i asked. he coughed as he turned to look over at me.

“stomach hurts.” he cried, curling up in a ball. i pouted my lip, feeling his forehead. “christ, mikey, you’re burning.” i said, getting up to grab him some water and tylenol.

“will you stay home with me today?” he asked watching as i walked back in the room. i nodded my head.

“i’ll call in, give me just two seconds. here’s some water and medicine, might make you feel a bit better.” i said, giving him the glass. he sat up, popped the tablets in his mouth, and drank the full glass of water.

“are you feeling dehydrated?” i questioned after he chugged the water. he nodded.

“throat feels dry, my nose is runny and my head hurts.” he listed his symptoms.

“when did this all start darling?” i pulled his head into my lap and stroked his hair. he stayed quiet for a minute.

“last night.” i frowned. i turned his face to look at me.

“why didn’t you tell me darling? i would’ve taken care of you and helped you.” i looked into his eyes. he had a sad expression on his face.

“didn’t want to wake you.” he pouted. i hugged onto him.

“sweet boy,” i kissed his forehead. “gotta tell me if you’re not feeling good. let me call into work quick and make you some soup, okay?”

he nodded, moving his head off my lap, laying back on the bed. i walked out of our room, calling in to work. i made my way to the kitchen, grabbing out a can of soup, heating it up in the stove.

once it was done, i poured it into a bowl, and grabbed a spoon. i grabbed a sleeve of saltine crackers too, bringing it into the room for michael.

he sat up slightly, waiting for his food. “thank you, i don’t deserve you, y/n” he softly smiled. i nodded, smiling at him.

“of course darling, anything for you.” i said, kissing his forehead as i set the bowl in his lap. he slowly ate it, placing the bowl and crackers onto the nightstand, rolling onto his side, cuddling into me.

he rest his head in my lap once again, sighing as i played with his hair. “i love you so much, y/n.” he spoke softly, yawning.

“i love you too mikey. get some rest now darling, i’ll be right here when you wake up.” i spoke. he nodded, quickly falling asleep.

#michael clifford #5 seconds of summer #5sos #ashton irwin #calum hood #luke hemmings #5sos5 #michael 5sos #calum 5sos #luke 5sos #ashton 5sos #michael clifford blurb #michael clifford imagines

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