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goofyahhchicken · 6 months

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Blankets ~ Gideon Graves/Gordon Goose x Sick!Julie Powers fanfic

cw: sickness (flu), Gideon Graves, Julie Powers, hugs!

very fluffy fic be prepared

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As Gordon dragged his feet off the couch, he felt an immense craving for some sort of fast food. His girlfriend, Julie would still usually be doing her hair at the bathroom sink at this time in the morning, so he seized the opportunity to politely ask for food.

“Julesss!!!” he whined, “can you order me a Burger King pleaseeeee???”

No response.

“Weird..” he loudly exclaimed, he didn’t expect Julie to say yes, she usually would tell him to leave her alone, (but still get it for him.) so he decided to check on her and shuffled to her bedroom.

There lied a shivering Julie wrapped up in a plentiful of blankets. Her headphones were in, but Gideon could hear whatever she was playing as she had her music on ear-damaging volume.

“Jules, what’s wrong?”

He gently tapped Julie’s shoulder, she quivered and slowly cranked her head around and took her headphones off. Her lips and nose were red, puffy and smothered with vaseline.

“What… the f*ck do you want Gordon?”

His eyes were fixed on hers, he gently stroked Julie’s cheek.

“I’m so sorry Jules, I had no idea you were sick..” he mumbled. Julie’s gaze softened, her cheeks which were already red due to the cold turned crimson.

“Can you c-call Stacey and say i’m sick..? If she yells at me tell her to give me a f*cking break! o-ok” She whispered through chattering teeth.

“Right-o!” Gordon excitedly responded, a day off with his semi(?) girlfriend felt like a miracle considering Lucas Lee had already ditched him. Things got lonely around the house, and Julie had stopped paying for Gordon’s crunchy roll subscription which only made things worse.

After Gordon said Julie would be absent from work he hung up the phone, he did not want to tell Julie that Stacey (unsurprisingly) was unhappy with her sick leave so he decided to stop the conversation before it got to that level.

“Ba-ack!” He sang.

“W-what did she say?” Julie croaked,

“That she hopes you get better soon~” Gordon was obviously lying out of his teeth, and Julie knew that; however, she thought it was kinda cute so she played along.

“I’m gonna go make some special soup for you, my mom’s remedy to any flu!” He geeked. Julie hummed in agreement back, wrapping yet another layer of blankets around her.

After many fire alarms and weird scents, Gordon came up with a tray which entailed grilled cheese, orange juice and a very obviously tinned tomato soup. Julie chuckled to herself and ate up, Gordon watched her the entire time with content.

When Julie was finished, she and her cocoon of blankets rolled over on the bed to face Gordon, who was grabbing a blanket from a drawer. He slowly snuggled up beside Julie who was thankful for the heat. They sat in silence, staring at eachother longingly.

Julie eventually looked down in disgust, “I wish you didn’t see me like this, i look like a zombie..” she groaned, Gordon was shocked by this sudden statement that it took him a while to compute it.

“I DONT THINK YOU’RE A ZOMBIE!” he exploded. Julie laughed out of shock, gobsmacked by the volume and severity of Gordon’s statement. “And even if you were a zombie, WHICH YOU ARENT! you would be the most beautiful zombie in the world.” he ranted.

“Can i have another blanket, Gordon?” Julie asked softly, as her eyes met his again.

“Of course!”

He slowly got up and reached for another blanket, then wrapped it around Julie. He pulled both ends of the blanket towards him on the bed, moving Her closer, then latched his arms onto her; after a while of Julie being warmed by the blankets and Gordon, she drifted off to sleep.

Gordon watched her eyes flutter and listened to her breathing becoming slower, he then took off her glasses and placed them beside his on the cabinet.

“Goodnight my love.”

A/N: my requests are open now, so are my rules so check them out before requesting!

#scott pilgrim the anime #scott pilgram takes off #scott pilgrim #gordon goose #gordon x julie #gideon graves fanfic #gideon x julie #julie powers #fluff #scott pilgram vs the world #oneshot #new writers on tumblr

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fragrantpines · 1 year

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Thinking about kissing food men 💕

Yangzhou rice's face explodes into a blush whenever you kiss him. People who know that he is a food soul but don't know exactly what kind of food soul he is will easily mistake him for a ripe tomato from how incredibly red his face would become.

After dating for a long time, his blush never truly disappears, it only lessens as time goes by as he gets used to your kisses and sudden bursts of affection, even reciprocating them in his own loving way after he gets over the embarrassment. Oh, but don't think that he'll become immune to your affections one day. All you have to do is kiss him once, slowly pull away while twirling his hair in your finger before saying "I love you" with your whole heart and– man down man down!! Someone get Dumpling right this instant!!!

Kissing Meng Po Soup is like falling into a sea of spider lilies. His lips are as cold as snow but are also as soft as silk, tempting you to deepen the kiss and allow him to wrap his arms around your waist, letting him pull you into a tight embrace before he falls asleep again with you in his arms. Even if you try to pull away, his scent is incredibly toxic, a deadly poison that pushes all thoughts to the back of your mind and whispers at you to fall asleep with him, to accompany him to a dreamland where both of you can stay and live happily ever after together.

"Hm… don't go, stay with me…."

It's hard to tell whether he was awake or asleep when he said that as your mind was already on the brink of unconsciousness.

Perhaps a little nap will help….

If you get caught trying to kiss Toso Wine, he will immediately give you a bombastic side eye. Maybe even a criminal offensive side eye.

"What do you think you're doing? Have you finished memorizing all the common herbs used in medicine yet? You haven't? Then don't think of moving an inch from that spot until you can recall them all!"

In the blink of an eye, he turns his wheelchair and leaves the room at record speed, leaving you dumbfounded but too scared to move unless he comes back in and demands you to recite all the herbs right there and right now.

Unbeknownst to you, Toso Wine will be just outside the door, covering the lower part of his face with the back of his hand as his eyes glare holes into the floor below him. He doesn't need to look into the mirror to know that his ears look as if they were on fire, making the blush spread across his face turn even darker.

"Stupid." He curses under his breath, pondering on how to approach you and ask you to kiss him again without being too obvious about how much he craves your touch.

Kissing Taibai Duck depends on 3 factors: time, location and how drunk he is.

The last one is especially, especially important. Drunk Baiya and not drunk baiya were two entirely different people so proceed with caution.

Depending on how drunk Baiya is, he'll either tease you about it or not even realize that you've kissed him. The latter only happens when he's incredibly intoxicated but if you try to go in for another kiss, he'll grab you by the wrist before swiftly placing his lips over yours, engaging a fiery kiss that ends with you feeling as if you were as drunk as the charming man smirking down at you. However, if he teases you and you try to move away, he'll panic and pull on your sleeve, asking you to stay for a little longer. If you agree, he'll grin and kiss you lightly, thanking you for staying by his side.

On the rare occasions when Baiya isn't intoxicated, your kisses become his new form of intoxication. His kisses aren't limited to just your face. Your hands, your legs, your neck… anywhere that he can possibly reach on your body is a place that he will kiss on. If you ask him to stop, all he'll do is chuckle and kiss your lips briefly before continuing– but not before cupping your cheeks and gazing into your eyes softly.

"If time could ease its relentless march when we’re together,

and hasten its plodding pace when we’re apart,

I could spend an eternity in your arms,

to savor love everlasting in my heart."

The poem in Baiya's part:

https://www.momjunction.com/articles/short-love-poems_00697479/

18. Mi Amor

- Benjay

I was going to put in a romantic chinese poem for Baiya's part but all of em were too long for my liking so I took one from another website :') Got to brush up on my poetry skills if I were to write more Baiya stuff in the future

Update: Changed Taibai -> Baiya, changed Toso Wine -> Tusu Elixir

#taibai is slowly becoming one of my faves but not good enough for me to pull him #i'm sorry taibai i'll get ya when ya have a rerun #gotta see if i can get both stuffed carp and toso wine in their debut banners first #as always yangzhou my love ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡#his new skin is absolutely gorgeous and i adore him as much as ever #beautiful gorgeous showstopping #and as always if tof devs decide to call meng po soup as meng po tea then I will RIOT #tale of food #the tale of food #tale of food x reader #the tale of food x reader #yangzhou rice #yangzhou fried rice #yangzhou rice x reader #meng po soup #meng po tea #meng po soup x reader #toso wine #toso wine x reader #taibai duck #taibai duck x reader #▪︎ writings #sad that I didn't get to display how good shifu is at rapping this time #shifu please teach me how to rap as good as you #.... I can already hear him yelling at me for saying that ww #tusu elixir #tusu elixir x reader

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doomingthenarrative · 11 months

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FOR ZELINJ INJURY PROMPTY i can barely choose

the get well flowers one is soooo. if one of them gets sick everyone they know is going to know about it especially now that the lucky clover gazette exists) cards and flowers and ingredients piled so high they block the door to the hateno house LMAO

speaking of ingredients. soup. always brainrotting over link learning to be an excellent cook during botw (because he’s cooking all of his own meals and because he resents uniform unseasoned knight rations LMAO) and cooking for zelda <333 also teaching her what he knows so she can cook for herself too. i think she feels a bit uncomfortable being waited on now. but if she’s injured/sick and HAS to accept links doting on her..

also this is not related to injury prompt but i think they are both really excited about tomatoes becoming widespread. link from a culinary and utilitarian angle and zelda geeking out about the historical significance <3

zelda had never quite understood get well soon flowers.

she had grown up in the castle, after all. if she got sick, her father made sure that she did get well soon. all the best medics were called, and she was often disallowed to exit her room. impa would occasionally be sent to look after her when she was meant to be sleeping, and every time without fail brought some sort of board game to keep zelda’s mind from exploding.

sometimes, at least.

zelda understood her father’s irrational fears, as much as they frustrated her. her mother died young, after all, after long and vicious bouts of sickness. zelda was well taken care of, and her ilness kept a quiet secret among the castle staff, lest the people of hyrule think her weak.

(but really, would they think her weak for catching a simple cold?)

she expected much of the same when she caught some sort of flu. it started off that way, at least. link constantly fret, whether hovering over her or sitting in the corner, worry radiating off of him like the sun on a summer day.

she didn’t like being able to command him. she and link were equals - in her mind at least - and she was no more worthy of being served than he was.

but then again, she could hardly lift a spoon to her mouth and force herself to down another bit of rice, so perhaps she needed to swallow her pride.

despite her reservations, link never once made her feel like a burden. he provided her with many of her old research novels to keep her busy, and sat by her side when she was too tired to read them.

it was nice. simple. everything zelda had wanted before going to the palace.

and then link made the mistake of letting it slip at the daily market that she was sick.

(zelda assumed penn had caused this; he was always buggering around for news about her, and link had been seen buying soup ingredients again and again)

then there was the constant knocking, the deliveries, the flowers stacked up so high outside their house that zelda could see them from the second story window. link was on constant alert, and although he had a tendency to win hearts, diplomacy wasn’t exactly his strong suit.

link opened the door once - a one time mistake - for a young child to show zelda the drawing he made. unfortunately, this lead to a stampede of children, all bringing flowers and drawings and then their parents arrived, and zelda was beginning to think that the onslaught would never end, that some of these people weren’t even from hateno, that the countless good luck notes and soups and flowers and crude drawings and heartfelt gifts and zelda felt her heart exploding, felt tears rising, felt the world around her fade into a swirl of color as she closed her eyes and finally slept.

when her eyes finally opened, link was struggling to get through a battlefield of flowers. he tilted his head at her slightly, a grin rising to his lips. zelda giggled. “of course i can see you, silly; there aren’t that many flowers.”

link waggled his brows at her, and plopped the soup in her lap. zelda’s heart swelled as he sat at the foot of her bed, holding his own soup.

maybe she didn’t need a palace. maybe this was enough.

ok soooo i didn’t write abt tomatoes BUT i absolutely agree i think link would be trying all these new dishes while listening to zelda excitedly talk abt what this means for hyrule etc etc. zelda being a nerd and link getting to make delicious new food. truly a win win

#saiph scribbles #zelink #legend of zelda #tears of the kingdom #the legend of zelda #totk #loz #not rlly totk spoilers. buttttt #my writing #asks #dudelynxx #beloved wife #SOO many tags #anyway i hope you enjoyed the writing<3

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womanofwords · 8 months

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Tobey's Great Escape

Tobey was grounded. Again. For once, it was not for anything robot-related. He had put a tinned can of tomato soup in the microwave and it had exploded without warning. In his defense, he had never been a very good chef and nobody had ever taught him how to operate a can opener.

He was sulking in his room daydreaming about inventions when an idea hit him. Technically, a leaflet hit him when it blew in through his open bedroom window and the idea came shortly after, but this was no time for minute details.

WORDGIRL MEET AND GREET! the leaflet yelled. He scrambled to his feet and rushed to put on good clothes. But when he rushed downstairs, his mother stopped him.

"And where do you think you're going?" she asked.

"To the WordGirl meet and greet," he said.

"Let me see that," she said, extending a hand for the leaflet that Tobey was still holding. Tobey handed it over. "There are two things I ought to tell you. First of all, that's not until tomorrow."

"And the second thing?" Tobey asked, full of hope.

"Second of all, you're not going."

Tobey's face fell. It was like his feeling of hope was a rising balloon, and his mother's words had popped that balloon quickly and cruelly. "W-what?!" he stammered.

"You heard me. You're not going. Tomorrow, you will be staying here and cleaning the kitchen. Tomato soup went in just about every corner, crack and crevice possible! But if you can clean the kitchen by then and make it look the way it did before, I will let you go. And I'd better not see you use any robots."

"You will see no such thing," Tobey promised.

(PAUSE)

Tobey woke up bright and early to start the long and difficult chore. The tomato soup had dried onto the walls, staining the paint and the wallpaper border. Cleaning it would be the easiest part. But it had to look the way it did before, so he would have to replace the wallpaper too.

After an hour of scrubbing fruitlessly at the stains left behind, Tobey sighed and rubbed his aching arms. He was never going to be able to see WordGirl at this rate. It would take him a week just to clean one wall. His mother's words floated through his head.

"And I'd better not see you use any robots."

"This only applies if Mother sees me use the robots to help me clean the kitchen," Tobey muttered to himself, his clever brain whirring. "But if this happens without her seeing, then there's no harm done."

Tobey snuck around the house and carefully activated the cleaning robots he had made four months prior. "Clean the tomato soup from the walls in the kitchen," he whispered, and they whirred away to perform their task. Once he knew his mother could hear 'him' cleaning the kitchen, he locked her door from the outside, changed clothes and snuck out of the house.

PAUSE

Tobey scurried towards the meet-and-greet, flyer in hand. It hadn't started yet; he still had time.

He arrived to a swarm of people moving around to different stalls. There were families with babies, larger children running amok, older children pretending not to care. It looked more like a summer fair than a meet-and-greet. Then again, he'd never been to a meet-and-greet before.

He weaved through the adults, doing well to keep himself hidden. Nobody saw the small blond child making his way towards the stall that WordGirl would be sitting in. And nobody noticed that he was waiting very patiently for her under the table, because he was hidden by a gold tablecloth.

But WordGirl did.

"What are you doing here, Tobey?" WordGirl asked, lifting up the tablecloth to talk to him. Tobey let out a girlishly high squeak and scrambled away for a second.

"WordGirl! Fancy seeing you here," he stammered.

"I organized this meet-and-greet. Of course I'm going to be here. What are you doing here?"

"Can't I just spend time with my love-I mean rival?" Tobey asked.

"Not when most of your time is spent making up schemes. I'd hate to think of what you pulled just to be here now."

Tobey giggled nervously as he thought about the locked door to his mother's room. "Oh, nothing big. Don't worry about it. Anyway, how have you been? I've missed your intelligence - I mean, our fights."

"I've been . . . good." He'd caught WordGirl off guard. "People don't usually ask me if I'm good."

"They should," Tobey said, staring into WordGirl's eyes.

"THEODORE MCCALLISTER THE THIRD!" a voice boomed.

"Um . . . this is embarrassing. I have to go," Tobey said, slinking out of the stall and running off.

Tobey wasn't a fast runner, but he was good at evading people. He was nimble and small and slippery, but would it make up for his lack of physical prowess? He ran into a wall made of clothes, and when he looked up, his mother was glaring down at him.

"Tobey, you have a lot to answer for," she said, through gritted teeth.

Tobey giggled nervously. "I'm sure it's not much. How bad could it be?"

(PAUSE)

When he got home, he saw how bad things had become at home. The cleaning robots had been overly enthusiastic, filling the entire kitchen area with bubbles. One had escaped from the kitchen somehow and had tracked bubbles into the living room. Tobey gulped.

"What did I say about robots, Theodore?" Claire McCallister asked.

"Not to use them to clean up my mess," Tobey sighed.

"And what did you do anyway?"

"Use robots to clean up my mess."

"And when were you supposed to be going to the meet-and-greet?"

"After I was done cleaning."

"I see. Once you are done cleaning up after your robots, you are grounded for a month. No going to the park, no sugary snacks and no WordGirl."

"What?! No WordGirl?!" Tobey spluttered. "How is that even possible?"

"No WordGirl!" his mother snapped. "No go clean up the mess you left behind! All of it."

Tobey looked at the mountain of bubbles in the kitchen that his robots left and gulped.

This was going to be a lot of hard work.

#creative writing #my writing #writers on tumblr #writers #writing #writeblr #writerscommunity #wordgirl #tobey mccallister iii #claire mccallister

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spacespiderz · 10 months

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ABOUT ME POST

They/Them, He/Him, neo-pronouns, anything but She/Her

Name•s you can call me : Space, Spiderz, Nat•s, Merry

Unlabelled queer (I usually just say I'm gay most of the time and don't bother explaining what I'm into, but I'm not questioning either)/ Trans masc (meh), Neurodivergent, AuDHD (probably, I don't konw), ENFP (whatever that means), libra (whatever that means #2), tomato soup enthusiast

Special Interest : DC Comics (if you say anything bad about Loïs Lane, I might explode, Openheimer style), Space (I mean, duh), weird but religions kinda obsessed me for the biggest part of my life (I'm not very religious tho, and every religions interests me in the same way, so I guess it's just a special interest more than a religious trauma but idk)

(Current) Hyperfixations : Good Omens, aquarium enthusiast (in an autistic way), Entomology (Like, you can put me in front of documentaries all today and I would forget to eat and I might cry if you kill a bug), Fantastic creatures (currently, vampires and mer-people), The Cellar Letters, The Magnus Archives, but especially The Cellar Letters

Casual enjoyer of fantasy romance, sci-fi, very much into Neil Gaiman's works

Hobbies : sewing, drawing, reading, writing, music (both making and listening to), sports, feminine soccer/football, watching TV (idk if that counts as a hobbie, I just binge watch shows as a copying mechanism)

This is my favourite æsthetic :

And that's all 🩵

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entityredacted · 2 years

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Because @cynthrey gave me ideas for it, here's a short little Scosage sickfic, enjoy <3

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"Sausage."

"I'm almost done Scott, just let me-"

Sausage was sitting at his desk, looking over paperwork while shivering and sweating.

"Come on, give yourself a break! You're ill!"

"I can manage it."

Sausage knew that was a lie, he felt like he was about to faint at any moment and his head felt like it would explode. Scott put a hand down on the third page of a very long letter and forced Sausage to look up at him.

"You haven't slept in two days. You need rest."

"Scott, it's important!" Sausage began to protest but Scott dragged him out of his chair and practically carried him to the bed.

Sausage had forgotten how comfortable and warm it was under the covers of his bed. Scott pulled the blankets up around his shoulders kissed him on the cheek before crossing his arms and staring at him with a strict look on his face.

"Stay there until I'm back. No more working," he said as he walked down the stairs.

"Yes mom," Sausage responded sarcastically. Scott's laugh echoed up the stairs along with the sound of pots clanking.

He came back twenty minutes later with a bowl of soup.

"Is it tomato soup?" Sausage asked. His voice was a little muffled as he had buried himself completely under three blankets.

"Yes."

"Oh, marry me."

"We're already engaged Sausage, I'm working on it," Scott chuckled as he unearthed Sausage from the blankets and put the bowl in his lap.

Sausage drank the soup in silence while he thought about going back to work once Scott left. It was a really important letter after all, and after that he should probably get to that mission Gem had sent him on and after that there was something that needed doing in the iron farm and-

Scott took the empty bowl out of Sausage’s hands and placed it next to the stairs before returning to the bed, climbing in under the blankets with Sausage.

"I'm not leaving until you're better," he whispered to him. Sausage wasn't sure if that made him disappointed that he wouldn't be able to work or happy because Scott was there.

"I think I feel a little better, I could-"

"Nope."

Scott held Sausage's head to his chest, and all his thoughts about work disappeared to be replaced by the soft sound of Scott’s heartbeat. He curled up next to him, feeling his warmth and his breathing, two wonderful reminders that he was alive. Alive in the same place as Sausage even!

Sausage fell asleep almost immediately, exhausted from sickness and overwork in Scott's arms.

#mcyt #empiresblr #empires smp #entitytalks #empires fanfic #empires fic #empires scott #empires sausage #scosage #its not as good as id like it to be bc its really late and im so tired #i need to be held like Sausage is in this fic

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spinatia · 1 year

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AITA He was like can you make me lunch. Grilled cheese and tomato soup but ill need help eating the soup so you should make yourself a grilled cheese too and i was like hm i dont really like grilled cheese but ill help you with the soup. And he was like UM. Why dont you like it and i said because the cheese gets all greasy and oily when its melted and he said ummm no it doesnt. Its not made with oil. Well like it gets greasy and i dont like that. He said youve got princess syndrome and i was like you have got to be kidding me hes like no seriously you want everything to be just the way you like it and im literally not asking any extra. Literally not asking for anything to change. i just didnt want to waste my time cooking an extra grilled cheese that i wont enjoy or finish eating. I asked him for some space so i could cook his food and he was like you have the whole kitchen youve got space like obviously im asking you to leave because youre pissing me off i needed to grab a butter knife and he stood right in front of the drawer on purpose so i barely could get it. I was so frustrated i just had to leave the room. I cooled down for 5 min and came back to make his food and he told me not to worry about it btw youre grounded. Read this self help book and give me an essay on it. You do not have a phone or laptop or any art supplies until you finish it and honestly i think everyone in the world should explode.

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mostautisticangel · 10 days

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hey guys if you need a laugh then here's a list i've been keeping of funny things my friends and I have said (be warned, it's long):

"we dont tolerate no angel propaganda in this household" - me, not about good omens if you can believe it

"gettin frisky with isaac newton" - one of my mutuals said this but i dont know if it wants to be associated so i wont tag it

"hand me the revolution pen"

"i need a sitting chair to watch my beans grow" - my sister

"Using my fingers bc i have no life"

"we are the dictators of normal"

"how goes life at your end of mental illness?"

"awww throw him against a wall for me <3" - me

"but sir that's my emotional support war criminal"

"daily reminder it's illegal to lick your cow on mars"

"Socks were not made for reading"

"she sang a song and the sky exploded" - my sister

"Surely the conces wont quence..?"

"that's an axolot of axolotls"

"your tie looks like a kitchen floor from a rich person's manor in 1888 where a man was found dead, killed by his wife who feigned misery since she wanted his money" - i didnt say it but i was wearing the tie

"you just have too much blood"

"mmmm look at all these men in tiny skirts" - me

"his voice does amazing things to the french language"

"NO! NOT IN FRONT OF THE KETCHUP!" - me

"literally on my knees for him rn. in a religious way not in a horny way"

"they arent making eye contact and this time it isn't for neurodivergent reasons" - me

"canon is the mona lisa and i'm throwing tomato soup at it" - me

"What spectrum of human emotions can grapes feel?"

"bad and naughty spices get put in the spice incinerator for punishment"

"the back half of that sentence would land you on multiple federal watchlists" - i said the sentence in question. will not be sharing THAT.

"GET WEIRDER OLD MAN!!!!!" - me

"are you gonna do a flip?" "not on purpose" - my dad

"i'm so sticky about rhymes"

hope at least one of these made u chuckle.

#cyris being cringe

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fduplegacy · 4 months

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one time Ken locked up Audrey without evidence

When she got free, first thing she did was mail a glitterbomb to his house. The wife was so happy her husband got mail that she drove to the office to deliver it personally.

It exploded all over his face. He walked out of the precinct to find Audrey sitting in a bench by the park, leaning back and hiding her face behind a coffee cup. He could tell she was smiling though.

They found no prints or evidence on the box. Even the glitter used on the bomb was not sold within the state. He couldn't do anything about it.

Adam took a picture of Ken's angry face and they hung it up on the livingroom.

"Red glitter does wonders for his 'stache" said Adam as he marveled upon the angry red expression on the photo.

"Good thing it's gonna stay there for months" replied Audrey with an uncharacteristic chirpness in her tone.

"Or years" Adam shrugged

"His rotting corpse will still have glitter on it when the time comes." she said with a smirk. Adam felt his heart skip. Her smiles were few and far between. But he was always the reason for them. He extended his arm to wrap around her shoulders. She allowed this.

"I must say... this was way better than killing him." Adam said in a relaxed tone as he leaned his head over hers.

"Let time take care of that. He's senile enough." Her stance relaxed under Adam. It always did, even if she didn't realize it.

"I do feel bad for the wife. She seems nice..."

"She didn't get caught on the crossfire. Besides, whe laughed as well... might send her cookies though... a peace offering?" She turned her head to meet his eyes.

"Deliver them in person. She won't trust packages for a while." He leaned down to nuzzle her face, then he bit the apple of her cheek, softly at first. Then she pushed him once the mark of his teeth was left on her skin.

"Serves her right. She fell for the Nigerian Prince mail more times than I can count." She said as she rubbed her cheek.

"She's old... cut her some slack." Adam said as he nuzzled her head again, an apology for the bite.

"I don't care. The sheriff will though. How come his wife is still dense enough to fall for that?" She let him hug her again, accepting the apology.

"Do better, Geraldine... how else can we face the town?" He said in a raspy tone, mocking Ken's voice.

"But what if the prince really does need our help? Maybe we'll get a medal for our troubles..." Audrey responded in a convincing old lady voice.

Adam laughed before hugging her tighter, squeezing her until she was squirming in his arms. He didn't even flinch at her struggle, and the more she fought, the harder he held her. He hummed and swayed them as he hugged her, and sisnt let go until she bit his arm hard enough to make him hiss.

"I have things to do." Audrey said in a stern tone as she walked away from him, not without running her hand over the new bite mark on his arm.

"Fine... but I'm not letting you off the hook." Adam said as he followed behind her.

"Didn't expect you to. Are you gonna help or no?" She said calmly as she began setting up the things she needed for that day's blog.

"What are you making?" He asked as he leaned on the counter, setting the things down as she passed them to him.

"Tomato soup and homemade bread... maybe mash potatoes too if I feel like it" She said as she pulled out pans and wooden spoons.

"Do I get to taste test?" He asked with a pleading grin.

"You get to cut the food. Then we eat when it's done." She replied, standing back up to stare at him. "You've seen it before, so why the question?"

"You never let me lick the spoon..." he said in a pouty tone.

"It's gross. And I do let you lick the spoon when I make desserts, not when it goes back on the pot."

"Fine. But you're making it up to me" he crossed his arms over his chest.

"Spoiled.." she said with a slow shake of her head, hiding the smallest of smiles. He noticed it anyway.

"Who's fault is it?"

"Mine, of course. I wouldn't expect otherwise."

#Drabble #Listen I know it's weird paced. I'm practicing #First time writing something original like this #Not fanfic #Adam #Audrey #Ft. Ken and Gertude #kinda...

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scrapsofsorrow · 7 months

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you don’t want to rot away in my room anymore! you don’t want to be so consumed by all the negativity that my only escape is sleep! you have realized that I don’t want to sleep my life away; that bedsores hurt and sleeping on the couch cuts off your circulation with the way you lay on it. you have seen that life is so much more than you gave it credit for, so much more than what I was given (which was very little, given to so reluctantly, as if you were a dog who had not earned their scraps). in a short amount of time you’ve found that life is exceedingly enjoyable! happiness and contentment can be found in looking at kaleidoscopes together, eating grilled cheeses and tomato soup and french dip sandwiches and talking about old photographs from a hundred years ago and how strange life would be back then compared to now. affection and kindness is given without question (always from the right people, the people who care about you). there are good things that happen when you are awake! holding hands and shopping in walmart for groceries and being held so tight and kissing with a big “mwuah!” and never once feeling like you need to hide your affection from the public, like this all is going to to away at the drop of a hat.

there is the possibility of something very meaningful there, too, when you’re awake. Tiny rosebuds of something, and you feel it exploding out of your chest when you’re awake and you’re in a store that sells candy that feels very nostalgic and you point something out and he says something sweet to you. he calls you babe. why you feel your heart burst open at that, you don’t quite know. But you’re awake and alive and standing on the sidewalk with him eating sour candies and you wonder if he knows how much these little things mean to you. You follow him along as he collects pinecones and tells you your hands are always cold (but he still holds them anyways) and sits on the swings in a playground with you. It’s always the little things that get to you. And all these little things he does and gives to you mean the world.

You didn’t want to sleep your life away before, though somehow you still justified a whole day of sleep on your weekends. And now, even when he is a 2 hour flight and a state away from you, you don’t want to sleep unless it’s nighttime. Napping only feels good when it’s in his bed and he’s laying beside you, your legs tangled up like fishing line.

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izel-scribbles · 13 days

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tma doodles - mainly doorkeay

wavy hair gerry is very important to me

guess who got a new pen?!?!

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shingia · 3 years

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i’m not sure if you’ve gotten this request before (feel free to ignore if u have loll) but could i request how hq boys would help u when ur hungover.... cause i am big time rn LMAO please and thanks <33

✗ HQ BOYS WHEN YOU’RE HUNGOVER ✗

the way i ran to my drafts to start writing this omg 🏃🏻‍♀️ ngl it almost made me miss being hungover <\33 anyways- hope you’ll feel better v soon and are taking care of your poor hungover self 😽

-> timeskip! kita, kuroo, tsukishima, suna, oikawa

-> warnings : mentions of alcohol (for obvious reasons), mentions of throwing up and mentions of food

— KITA

• this man knows how to handle a hangover better than anyone

• he’s a moderate drinker, but his grandmother’s books contain the cure to everything and he’s more than willing to make you benefit from his knowledge

• he will make you drink these three bottles of water, that bowl of tomato soup and that banana milkshake with a tablespoon of honey. dehydration ? he doesn’t know her

• but kita also knows how important it is to not stay in bed all day, so he’ll insist on having you spend at least thirty minutes outside in the fresh air, most probably in your backyard

• you can refuse, of course. but he’ll take away your cuddle privilege immediately, so~ your choice

• also expect a lot a few disapproving looks,,, because as much as he loves to pamper you, he can’t help but remember the dozens of times he told you you’d had enough to drink last night. obviously you didn’t listen

• i think would disapprovingly care : like- lecturing you under his breath as he sprays essential oils on your bedsheets or tests the temperature of the bath water before letting you in

• remember the cuddle privilege i talked about? yeah, that’s going to be your reward at the end of the day for not being stubborn and docilely following his instructions

• with freshly perfumed bedsheets and his natural body warmth, you’re likely to fall asleep in five second tops. but that doesn’t mean he’s going to leave you, quite the contrary. no, this man will continue to take care of you in your sleep

• and by that i mean belly rubs to make sure your nausea is gone when you wake up, or gentle head massages to make your migraine go away. he might even brush your hair so that you won’t wake up with knots

• he doesn’t even expect you to thank him, because « isn’t that what all husbands are supposed to do ? »

— KUROO

• he’s probably hungover too because he had to finish half of your drinks,,, yet it still wasn’t enough to prevent you from waking up with the biggest headache

• in other words : dimmed lights all day. he might not even open the blinds. and to be honest he likes these kind of vibes

• sure, it feels like your brains are about to explode, and every single part of your body is aching (eyelashes included), but it’s cozy and your minds are too fogged to worry about anything other than getting better- so it’s self care and self care only today

• it’s likely that none of you will feel like eating something, but kuroo’s an athlete : he knows better than to skip a meal, especially when you both feel so weak

• so he’ll sacrifice himself and make the grueling effort of leaving the bed to cook you a little something, nothing extravagant but still enough to reinvigorate the two of you

• and since you don’t have anything better to do, you guys decide to watch the videos you took during the party,,, and slowly come to the realization that you have very few memories of what happened

• « is that you dancing on that table ? » you ask him, pointing at the man who is just a second away from tripping on a napkin

• lifting his shorts, kuroo glances at the bruise on the upper part of his thigh : « ohh- well that explains a lot »

• chances are that, because of his built, kuroo will feel better before you. so the true pampering will come later in the evening

• he’s got vitamins, ibuprofens, blankets, and his arms ready for you. you’re in for the deepest sleep of your life

— TSUKISHIMA

• « i told you so »™️

• you would wake up feeling like absolute crap and he would be eyeing you, standing next to the bed with his arms crossed and eyebrows raised : « how are we feeling ? », even though the answer is pretty obvious

• but he knows that sarcasm won’t get him anywhere so he tries to tone it down (try to)

• you might think he’s not going to do much, but as soon as you step out of the shower he forced you to take (even though you were exhausted), you realize that he did do much

• the clothes you wore last night are already in the washing machine, your new ones (most probably his) are neatly folded on your bed, waiting for you, and he’s cooking an anti-hungover meal that he looked up on the internet

• if he has to study while you’re getting some rest in the bedroom he will put reminders on his phone every 15mn to come and check on you

• and he never leaves the room without lifting the covers up to your shoulders to make sure you won’t get cold

• he also wets a towel and gives it to you to place over your eyes if they’re sore

• but as soon as he’s done studying, he joins you in bed with greatest pleasure. and it’s a good thing that tsukki loves comfortable silences, because neither of you feel like saying anything

• you’re just laying there, letting him keep track of time since you’re too busy enjoying being pampered that much

— SUNA

• blackmail material for YEARS (in addition to the videos and pictures he took of you during the party)

• he turns this into a vlog, you could be half-asleep on the couch and hear him talk to the camera from the kitchen like « so here i am making pasta for this lightweight who threw up all night... i’m still waiting for my boyfriend of the year’s award... »

• but really, he’s just being dramatic. deep down he loves to take care of you when you’re hungover because you get much clingier,,, so he allows himself to be clingier too

• as much as he loves to lay down on top of you, the roles are reversed this time. because being crushed by a 6’3 tall man while you’re hungover is probably not a very good idea

• but before these lazy cuddles, he wants to make sure you’re comfortable : so he’ll remove your makeup (if you wore any) and give you his clothes because he knows you like how oversize they are

• so yes, naps and water are definitely the keywords of the day, but tell him once that you crave one specific food and he’ll immediately go get it for you

• he’s also surprisingly careful with any possible headache, so he’ll keep his earphones on while scrolling on his phone to make sure you can rest in complete silence

• however, at some point he will hand you his phone and have you record a video for your future self. something along the lines of : « hi y/n, this is you from the past. i feel like absolute shit right now so please be more reasonable next time... and don’t let rin get more embarrassing pictures of us »

• and you can be sure that he’ll use this video as a threat next time you’re partying. he would just have to point at his phone from the other side of the room and you would understand what he means

— OIKAWA

• he’s not the person to call if you want to be talked out of partying ever again

• because not only does he spend the entire day praising you highly for the way you looked yesterday, but you also realize that he loves your drunk self (as long as he’s here to watch over you)

• he doesn’t mind you complaining because he’s had a few hangovers of his own,, so feel free to whine about your stomachache/headache all you want

• and if you throw up ? it’s ok, he’s got you. and he’s not leaving your side unless you ask him to

• literally, he spends the entire day babying you. you’re feeling too tired to brush your teeth ? no problem, he’ll have you sit on the edge of the bathtub and do it for you

• same goes for washing your hair or getting dressed : there’s nothing he’ll refuse

• if your head doesn’t hurt too much, he’ll offer to watch a stupid tv show in front of which you can fall asleep without missing anything important

• and he’ll make sure to get the right cuddle position right away because he knows you’ll probably fall asleep very quickly and he doesn’t want to wake you up by fidgeting under you

• also: expect many many scalp massages. and his hands are the softest so they feel absolutely divine

• i think oikawa knows a lot about hydration so he’ll probably make you drink something like sugary water to give you a little boost. and if you don’t trust this drink, he’ll try again with another one until you’re completely hydrated

• and as i said, he’s very supportive,, almost too much : « you finished your glass ! i’m proud of you baby! »

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sparklecryptid · 2 years

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The teasing goes all ways tho I bet. Like, SQH and MQF tease SQQ about being a useless rich kid that never so much as ate a floor cookie or went camping, SQQ and SQH tease MQF about being utterly unfamiliar with the world he was transmigrated into and his food thing, and SQQ and MQF roast SQH over his blatant idea theft as PIDW reached the quadruple digit chapters (I'm not saying there's like, Yellow Lightning Bunny Mice that are obvious Pikachu rip offs somewhere, bit that's exactly what I am saying ;D)

oh most definitely! the more they get to know each other the more they tease each other and no one has any idea what they are teasing each other about!

MQF: *very quietly so only SQQ and SQH can hear him* ketchup tomato soup

SQH: *cackling laughter*

SQQ: *loud sigh

SQQ: *stares MQF directly in the eye and says something like* i bet the first bread wasn't that bad

MQF: *about to explode*

MQF: *staring at the yellow lightning bunny* pika!

SQQ: pika pika?

SQH: shut up both of you-

#as the wolves howl verse

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another-tmnt-writer · 4 years

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Congested and Contested

Donnie x Reader

Author: Admin JemPrompt: Hello! May I request a Image where the reader, (Donnie’s GF), is sick but denies it until she gets her butt kicked by the guys at training, almost faints, then confesses she that she is ill and Donnie cares for her? Thank you!!

Note: I am under the weather a bit so this really made me feel all happy and wanting a turtle to take care of my sick college bumm.

Warnings: Being sick? Undereating? Close to fainting? Honestly pretty chill.

Word Count: 2.1K

When you woke up for the day you could immediately tell something was off. Your eyes were so heavy and it felt like someone had shoved cotton balls into your skull, and left some plugging your nose. You couldn’t breathe except through your mouth which was so dry that you could barely take a breath without feeling like each inhale was a barbed wire being pulled down your throat then back out again. You groaned when you found your limbs were jelly. Everything felt disjointed and heavy.

You forced yourself upright and could feel your nose alleviate some of the blockages before coming back full force with a new friend- a pounding headache. Oh just great. I love a double whammy. Not.

When you heard the knock on the door and the bright light of the hallway invade your senses, it felt like your head would explode.

“You’re up- good. We have breakfast ready.”

You squinted at the large figure in the doorway, seeing enough features to determine it to be Donnie, with his bo staff strapped to his back and glasses being adjusted by a three-fingered hand. He smiled as you just groaned.

“Can I just stay in bed today?” You croaked, placing your head in your hands and gave a sharp sniff, trying to breathe easier.

Donnie moved towards you quickly and sat next to you. He moved your hair from your face and placed his lips against your forehead. You sighed as his cooler lips came into contact with your overheated body.

“Sweetheart,” He pulled away, “you’re burning up.”

You pouted as he got up and began walking the space of the room and began mumbling to himself on what your symptoms were. You sighed. You knew he would work himself into a worried frenzy and work until he was able to get you better. He had already been in his lab so much trying to find Shredder and what he was planning, you couldn’t put more on him.

You shook your head, “Don’t worry, love, I’m fine.”

You pushed the blankets off of you, shivering as you crawled out of your warm cocoon. Your headache began again with a vengeance. Taking a moment to recuperate, you pretended to look around for a clean shirt, when in reality you didn’t want to drop to the floor.

Donnie remained on the bed watching you with a crease between his brows. He knew you weren’t feeling well. He knew how stubborn you were. He also knew if he pushed the issue too far you would go silent and walk around the lair anyways. As long as he kept an eye on you today, Donnie could help when you were ready to ask.

When you were finally dressed- who knew trying to put on a sports bra when sick could be so freaking difficult??- you shot Donnie a smile and took his hand before leading him from the room. Donnie kept your hand in his and kept himself close to you the whole way. You just shrugged and let him have his moment of being protective. You couldn’t handle an argument very well with your nose running a mile a minute and your brain trying to replicate a whole drumline in your skull.

As you walked into the kitchen you were hit by so much noise and chaos you debated on turning around right then and there. Mikey was blasting “Wap” from the speaker April had gotten him- the same woman who introduced him to TikTok- while tossing a pancake onto a plate periodically. Leo sat with a smile, occasionally mouthing the lyrics and bobbing his head with the beat. Raph had resorted to banging the cutlery on the table in an impromptu drum session and was catching a pancake as they flew past him. Splinter merely sat reading a novel as he cut his pancakes into precise pieces.

Donnie nudged you towards a chair next to Leo before grabbing the two of you some plates. As he set one down in front of you you saw that Leo had been staring at you.

“What’s up, Fearless?” you drawled.

He just smiled softly and passed you some orange juice.

YES! Vitamin D to help take away some of the grogginess. When you were younger your mom would always make you a grilled cheese sandwich with either tomato or chicken noodle soup with a glass of orange juice. She always said it would help cure three parts of a cold. The hunger, the frowns, and the sleepies. It always cheered you up and never failed to make you feel like a little girl again when you got orange juice or grilled cheese.

You nodded gratefully before filling the glass and taking a big gulp. The cool drink on your dry throat felt amazing and you could feel your headache abate a bit. Well until Mikey walked up to you and decided to scream, “HOT PANCAKES!” before plopping six on your plate.

Your eyes widened. You were a food lover for sure, but there was no way you were going to be able to eat all of those. You raised your eyes to see Donnie smiling softly as he put four from your plate onto his. You nodded in thanks and started to nibble on what was in front of you. You weren’t even that hungry but you knew that if you didn’t eat at all then you would drop halfway through the day from malnutrition. That wouldn’t help your case of not being sick.

The boys were done eating in record time while you struggled to eat even half of your food. They shot looks at each other while Donnie’s eyebrows furrowed at your attempts to finish off your plate.

“Love?”

You looked up to see 5 pairs of eyes on you. You chuckled, “Guess pancakes aren’t the move for me today. Sorry, Mikey.”

“It’s all good, sweetcheeks,” Mikey took your plate and began eating what was left, “You feeling okay?”

“Of course. Fit as a fiddle.” You bluffed.

Donnie shook his head at you and stole a glance at Splinter, who nodded back.

You narrowed your eyes at them. What on earth were they concocting?

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You were stuck on the side of the mat as the boys trained. Splinter would ignore your attempts to jump in to spar with the boys and passed over you on all the demonstrations. It was infuriating. You had been training for months with the boys, proving you could handle yourself despite your smaller size. A stupid cold wasn’t going to keep you from training. Raph had the flu and still got to fight and go on patrol, but you couldn’t even train? No way.

You looked onto the sparring mat to see Raph on the ground, pissed as usual that he hadn’t beaten the leader in blue. He ignored Leo’s hand and stood up by himself. Leo shook his head and went to where Splinter was working Mikey and Donnie through some movements.

You smirked. This was your chance.

Snagging some water you strode over to Raph. Sniffed before getting to close so he wouldn’t hear your breaths ratting as easily.

“Hey Red,” you offered the bottle to him.

He took it with clenched hands. “Hey Y/N. How ya feelin’?”

“Fine,” you said through clenched teeth.

Raph raised an eyebrow.

“wanna spar?” you shot out before he could begin to ask further about how you were doing. Honestly standing and talking was wiping you out and your head was pounding.

“Nah I can’t fight ya when you’re like this. I would-“

You cut him off. “Scared you’re gonna lose again? I’m sure Leo would be willing to spar- more of a challenge anyways.”

You turned around but paused when Raph grabbed your elbow and whipped you back around.

“Let’s go.” He growled. He tossed the water bottle to the edge of the mat before backing away to get into his stance. So predictable.

As you lowered yourself into a stance, he pounced at you. You had to duck and weave to avoid his offensive approach. You were hardly able to take in a breath and all the jumping around was making your head spin. Raph landed a blow to your shoulder and sent you back a good 2 feet. You could hardly breathe anymore. Your vision started to get darker spots on the edges of your vision. Raph stopped and called out for Donnie. You crouched down when you began to sway. Your breath came in shallow gasps and it felt like there was fog in your ears, your eyes, and your tongue felt so heavy.

“Y/N?” you felt a cool hand press itself to your clammy forehead. “Love, you’re burning up”

Just as your vision faded completely you managed to get out, “It’s cuz I’m so hot.” Then it went dark.

When you woke up later, it was very quiet except for the mild hum of a diffuser on the table next to you. As you tried to sit up you found there was something heavy on your head. You lifted your hand and removed the damp cloth from your forehead to see that you were in a cocoon of blankets, head propped up by a pillow. As you shifted, you saw that someone had changed you out of your sweaty clothes into a clean T-shirt. You sniffed it and determined it was Donnie’s because of how big it was on you and the light scent of motor grease. You sat up quickly and took another deep breath. You could smell again! You smiled and saw a glass of ice water on the table. You gulped it down quickly and sighed as the cool liquid soothed your dry throat.

The door cracked open and Donnie popped his head in. He smiled and opened the door further when he saw that you were awake. He carried a tray with a bowl and toast with him, which he sat on the table next to you. He placed his hand on your forehead.

“Hi love,” he took out a thermometer and turned it on, “How are you feeling?”

“Better,” you opened your mouth and he placed the device under your tongue.

“You scared me back there. Why didn’t you just let me take care of you earlier? You could’ve gotten seriously hurt.” He looked at you in concern. You knew you worried him and it wasn’t fair. But you don’t want to be the weak link in his family. He was always so strong and took care of everyone else. You wanted to show him you could be strong too.

Instead, you pointed to the thermometer in your mouth.

He chuckled and nodded. “I’ll wait.”

The thermometer beeped and Donnie read the temperature.

“99.7. Still a little high but better than before.” He said.

You looked down at your hands. “I’m sorry I worried you. I didn’t want to upset you.” You explained how you felt and Donnie remained quiet until you were finished. He pulled you into his arms and stroked your hair from your face.

“You are the strongest person I know, Y/N. You fight every day for us and you support me in so many ways. You always help patch up the boys after a patrol, staying up to help us talk through our problems. You always are so positive and push us to do better. You make me better every day and I am so grateful I get to have you in my life. You are so wonderful and giving and strong, it makes me want to be worthy of you.” He placed a kiss on top of your head. “You don’t need to be strong all the time. I am your partner and it’s my job to take care of you. I love getting to take care of you.”

You sniffled into his chest and wrapped your arms around his neck.

“thank you.”

“of course.”

You both sat there for some time, simply taking in the other's presence. It was quiet and peaceful. Well until your stomach grumbled.

“Hungry?” Donnie chuckled.

You nodded and took the bowl from him. Tomato soup and grilled cheese. Yes! You loved this turtle. You offered him a bite of the grilled cheese, then hunkered down into the blankets as he turned on Star Wars. He crawled in next to you. Wrapping his arm around your shoulders, your head against his chest, and your favorite movie marathon in front of you, you knew you could stay here forever. With Donnie, you were happy and content. Maybe having him take care of you wasn’t as bad as you thought.

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cherryyharryy · 3 years

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request: (only if you'd like to continue it or maybe in a different universe) bf!h realizing he likes the mc more than friends, while they're talking one day at her work and he can't registered what she's saying because he's thinking about her, I know you said fluff wasn't your forte but I really love your way of describing situations

I ADORED Grammy best friend Harry! It was my request, I'm so happy you wrote it!

Thank you for requesting this! I’m starting to like these two haha

Continuation from this blurb.

WC: 1.3K

“Will that be all?” You tuck your pad and pencil into your apron as soon as a family of three nods, scurrying to the back to place their orders.

Your pants cling to your legs from the pitcher of tea spilt on you an hour ago. It’s not the first time you’ve had a beverage as part of your outfit, but today is not the day. Two waitresses never showed up and no one tips well, ever. One of the cooks keeps crying and no one’s asked him why, and soon it’ll be you trying to help pick up the pieces of his life. The manager doesn’t like the way you set drinks down. A woman tried to bring her dog in because it’s her birthday. There’s a baby, somewhere, screaming, and you are never going to have kids. Ever. Not that kids are an option with how pathetic people tip.

You check the time and give yourself three minutes of salvation, throwing the bathroom door open and hiking your leg up under the hand dryer. It burns, and for a second you worry your jeans will catch fire, but surely that would be too much, even for a day like today.

“What the hell are you doing?”

You drop your leg and spin around, smoothing out your apron. “I’m just trying to dry off a bit. This guy knocked an entire pitcher—

“I don’t care if he poured soup all over your head. This is not your break. Get back out there.”

You can feel the resentment Savannah has for her entire existence oozing off of her as you rush past, holding your breath until your ears are filled with all things work.

She’s just mad she would never be able to get her leg up that high.

“Table nine.”

You take the command and glide through your routine: snatching a menu off the cart and waltzing through the restaurant like you own the place, smiling at people like you care, wetting your lips to recite whatever the fucking special is today.

“Good evening, I’m—”

“Exhausted?”

All the tension you’ve been storing up for the night deflates. “What are you doing here?’

“Well hello to you too.” Harry fiddles with his rings, but it’s nothing to admire. You are at work. “Long day?”

Fuck Savannah. Fuck sticky pants. Fuck the fucking tips.

You slide into the booth across from Harry, back towards the corner. “Never ending.”

“Thought I’d drop by.” He shrugs and slips the menu from your hand.

“Has no one said anything to you?”

“Look,” he nods out to the floor, “sea of gray.”

He’s right, most of the customers are pushing eighty tonight, more concerned with getting home by seven than the celebrity drumming his rings on the table in the back.

“What happened?”

“What do you mean?”

“You look like you’re about to cry.”

“No I don’t.”

“Yes you do.”

You bite your lip, because not crying at work is unspoken rule number one. Do. Not. Cry.

“Today’s just been shit. I hate everyone, I might get fired for the fucking wobbly glasses we use, Savannah’s a bitch and the cook is allowed to cry all he wants because no one even sees him. I don’t even know his name.” You take in a breath. He didn’t ask for all the details but you’ve got to release some steam or else you won’t make it to the end of your shift without exploding. “And then my jeans are gross and a kid laughed at me because he thought I peed my pants. But it’s tea! And then there was this dog and then this morning I almost missed the bus and this night will never end. And then I get to wake up and do this all over tomorrow. I’m so sick of everything!”

He’s silent, and you wait for his stupid advice that only a rich person can offer, but the sentiment will hold you over until your shift ends.

“Are you listening?”

“Hm? What?”

You suck in a breath, counting to ten, ignoring the utter stupidity of your best friend.

“Sorry, was just thinking.”

“Clearly. Thanks for stopping by.” You go to stand, but he moves faster and grabs your arm.

“No, don't go. M’sorry. I was just…”

“What?”

“I—I don’t know.” His face heats up, a heavy shade of red growing up his neck and onto his face, ears like tomatoes. “I just missed you.”

“I’m right here.”

“But I haven’t seen you...in like a week. A whole week.”

“Do you want your boa back?”

“Fuck, no y/n,” he shakes his head and looks away, toying with his lip, “I want to spend more time with you. I want you to...I just want you!” He scrunches down after his outburst, lowering his voice to a whisper, “Not much. Just your complete, undivided attention, twenty-four seven.”

You stare at him, no longer aware of your wet jeans or the pain in your neck. “Wait, like, like…”

“Yes. Like that. Like, you should tell Savannah or whoever that you’re sick so we can leave.” His eyes widen. “I mean only if you want to!”

“Just leave?”

“With me. Yes. Really, you should just quit. You're a sucky employee, I mean look at you, sitting here talking to me. And this place is shit. Why do you think I never come here?”

“Hey!”

“You hate this job.”

“I don’t have a choice now do I?”

“You could work for me?”

“Doing what?”

“I don’t know, I’ll pay you for something.”

“Oh yeah, that’s not sketchy sounding at all.” You roll your eyes, reminding yourself to not indulge in his weird fantasy.

“What about going back to school?”

“Your lack of awareness, of how all of the regular people live, is no longer funny.”

“I can pay—”

“If you offer to pay for one more thing I’m going right back to work.”

“Shit, y/n, I hate seeing you work yourself to death. Never getting to see you because you’re always working.”

“I do believe you’re the one that has the globetrotting job? At least I pick up the phone within a reasonable amount of time!”

“Okay, here we go about the phone again for fuck’s sake,” Harry rolls his eyes, pushing against the table so he’s slouched in the corner, “excuse me for being busy.”

“Well don’t pick on me for not being available.”

He huffs, tapping the wooden table, cinching his mouth to the corner of his face. “You know what this is?” When you shake your head, he leans forward and licks his lips. “We’re just fighting because subconsciously, we think flirting would be weird.”

“We’ve had sex.”

“That’s different.”

“So...this is us...flirting?”

“Basically.”

“Insulting each other?”

“Pretty much.”

“You like that?”

“I’m still here, aren’t I? Go ahead, call me a name. Go on.”

You huff, trying your hardest not to smile, but it’s no use. “You’re acting like a complete psycho right now.”

“Great! See? That was hot.”

“Harry you’re insane.”

“Stop, darling, we’re in public.”

“Y/n?” At the sound of Savannah’s voice, you scramble out of the booth. “Are you asking to be fired? Get back to work.”

“I was just taking an order.”

Savannah rolls her eyes. “Looked like it.”

Once she walks away you turn back to Harry. “You’re getting me in trouble!”

“That’s all you babe.” He picks the menu up and scans his eyes over it. “Can I have spaghetti?”

“Are you serious right now?”

“I’ll stay until your shift’s over.” He sounds like he’s pleading, or like he’s doing you a favor.

You reach for the menu, but he tugs it back towards himself, bringing you along with it to kiss your forehead.

“Harry.”

“I’ll walk you home.”

“Harry…”

“I want my boa back.”

#not sure if it's exactly fluffy...#but i tried lol #request #requested #blurb #harry styles writing #cherryyharryy

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