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just-a-lil-critter · 1 year
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Head empty no thoughts just Kacchan blep
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HE'S SO ADORABLE AND FOR WHAT
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gravewilt · 10 months
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ghost boi
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ruins-and-rewritez · 2 months
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Love that all the crows are like "I wear dark colors because i have a tragic past and I'm sad inside" and then Jesper is just like "I have a tragic past and I'm sad inside but that's not gonna stop me from wearing the freshest most dope-ass 'fits you ever did see"
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gojonanami · 3 months
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dayummm i love satoru's smile soooo much
oh no same here bb ugh - LOOK AT HIM
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ofmd-ann · 5 months
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Edward Teach - Catboy Apology Tour
Bonus proud boyfriend:
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cndarts · 1 year
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moony toast :p
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madame-mongoose · 8 months
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You guys don't understand he loves to sing I'm gonna cry
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quintinh43 · 15 days
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Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.
With Nico hischier!!
Thank you for requesting 🥰 I know yall probably wanted to see nico taking care of reader, but as yall know I'm a slut for reader taking care of the boys and this just felt so perfect.
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Nico was arguably the most stubborn mother fucker you had ever have the pleasure of meeting in your entire damn life. He was strong and kind and loving. He prioratized everyone before himself. Whether it be you, his family, his team, or a random fucking stranger on the street.
Which is how he ended up with the fucking plague. (It wasn't the plague, but your dramatics tended to get the better of you when you were mad at your boyfriend.)
"Nico Hischier, get your ass back in bed before I douse you with chloroform," you threatened, pushing his chest firmly back towards the bedroom.
"I'm fine, schatz-" he was cut off by a coughing fit that had him doubling over. Your demeanor did a complete 180° as you stood beside him, rubbing his back soothingly and muttering sweet words.
"Seriously nico, my love," you say, cupping his face between both hands after his coughing fit had passed, "you need rest,"
"But the team-"
"The team will be fine. They are in good hands. Plus, the faster you rest up, the faster you can get back to it." You say, stroking your thumbs over his cheekbones. He's burning up, and it makes your heart pang in your chest.
"But Schatz i- "
"Nico, please." You beg with a sigh, "if not for your sake, then for mine, so I'm not worried about you?"
Nico concedes with a sigh, walking back to the bedroom, "Let it be known this is to ease your worries and, not because I am sick,"
You roll your eyes fondly, tucking him into bed, "Of course, my love. Thank you for resting, for me" you plant a tender kiss on his forehead.
"Schatz! Dont kiss me, what if you my germs?" He says hoarsely, trying to fight off another coughing fit.
You cross your arms, staring down at him smugly, "I thought you weren't sick?" You tease.
He pales, realizing his admission. He opens his mouth to try and form an excuse but breaks out coughing again. You shake your head and brush his head back from his forehead. "I'm going to get you some cough medicine."
Nico tried to protest, but he's too busy hacking his lungs out. You wince and hurry to the kitchen, scrambling through the medicine cabinet for the cough syrup. You grab a bottle of water and Gatorade and go back to the bedroom, where, thankfully, Nico's coughing fit is over.
Setting everything on the night stand you pour the cough syrup into the spoon and feed it to him gently.
"Egh," he sticks out his tongue in disgust. You can't help but giggle.
"I'm gonna make some fresh ginger tea and some soup, and you'll be right as rain in no time, ok honey?" You say smoothing the crease between his eyebrows.
Nico has given up the tough guy act. He nuzzels his head against your hand, and you place another kiss on his forehead, much to his disdain. "Do you want me to turn on a movie?"
Nico shakes his head, "I just want you," he says tugging on your arm.
"I know, honey, I know," you coo, "As soon as I'm done making you soup, ok?"
"Ok, don't take too long," he flashes his infamous puppy dog eyes, and you're practically melting at the seams. "Keep drinking lots of liquids, ok?"
He nods, "And I'm right in the kitchen, so just shout if you need anything,"
He nods again, and you press one last kiss to his forehead before turning on 101 Dalmatians for him on the TV.
The soup doesn't take long. It's your mom's famous chicken noodle soup recipe. You ladle the soup into a bowl and grind fresh ginger, turmeric, cinnamon, and honey into a paste and fill the rest of the cup with hot water.
Nico looks worse than before. His skin is pale and clammy, There's a pile of tissues on the nightstand. His nose looks red and irritated, and he's sniffling consistently. He has the duvet pulled all the way up to his chin, and it's tucked around his shoulders to keep the cold out. Your poor Nico.
You set the soup on the nightstand, along with the tea, and gather his pile of tissues to throw them out. "Come on, Nico, sit up for me," you nudge gently.
"Can't Schatz," he murmurs "too cold,"
You pad to the closet with a sigh and pull out one of Nicos fleece hoodies. "Put this on, baby." You say handing it to him. He reluctantly removes himself from his blanket cocoon and pulls the hoodie over his head. He takes the bowl of soup gratefully, and you slip under the blankets beside him, curling against his side.
"Thank you, my love," he murmurs, pressing a kiss against your forehead.
You wrinkle your nose, "Ew, I don't want your germs Neeks!" You squeak, dramatically rubbing his kiss off your forehead.
He chuckles and then coughs. After he finishes his soup and complains the entire time he drinks the tea, the two of you fall asleep curled into one another. And if a week a later Nico is the one spoon feeding you medicine, and disposing of your snotty tissues well...
That's what love is.
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hrsshoe · 4 months
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must keep him warm at all costs
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iikisa · 2 months
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i read this one reaaally fucking good aoex fanfic and its discontinued and im so sad man 🧍‍♂️😞
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have some rin tho 🫶
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0tr45hm0uth · 4 months
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I made more Campbell gifs !! Hope y'all like them <3
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Please like or reblog if saved!
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stag-beetle-wastaken · 4 months
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2 am posting again wooo
You were in your room, laying down on your bed with your phone in hand, the other feeling the stickers on your headphones, which were on your head, blasting music. The small LED lights on the top of your desk and bedframe adding to the cozy ambiance, your eyes tracing the sketches, posters, photos, and other trinkets taped to your walls. You were at peace.
A loud thud.
"Bonnie, we need ye tae answer a question!"
Of course, your peace didn't last long thanks to Johnny barging in without knocking first, dragging poor Gaz behind him.
"What's wrong this time?" You sigh, getting up from the bed and staring at him, looking mock-annoyed.
"We need to know who's prettier." The British man chimes in, finally having escaped from the Scot's grasp.
"Wha-" "A lassie called one o' us prettyboy at the gym today an' we need ta' ken who she was talkin' tae." The Scot jumps in before you could even finish your question.
"Then why're you asking me?" You ask. "Go ask Si or something."
"Yeah, that might've been a good solution. And he was right behind us when it happe-"
"Na, I dinnae wanna ask him." Soap interrupts Gaz. You open your mouth to say something, then see the look in his eyes and decide to keep it to yourself.
"Please bonnie, a'm beggin' ye. I'll do yer chores for a week, promise!" He puts his hands together like he's praying, looking at you with those goddamn puppy eyes of his.
Then, your phone dings with a notification. It's a text. From Simon. You struggle to keep your laughter in upon seeing the text, then lift your phone up to them so they can read the text as you cackle and wheeze from laughter.
"A doll called me a prettyboy @ the gym today n asked my number."
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meegadeeth · 5 months
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imagine being tipped $200 by slash…i would violently cry and thank him for breathing
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tsubomiiiii · 8 months
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He’s the best boy ever
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luv-firstprince · 2 months
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Sir Nicholas, you are the most beautiful human i’ve ever seen.
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raevulsix · 1 year
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Just got this one done.
Hunter! (:
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