#lemon snickers

[louisetaylor]

nobody in the ASoUE fandom seems to have noticed that lemony snicket went "ah yes, here's a character named MONTY, I shall give him some PYTHONs"

#lemony snicket #melony snicket #lemon snickers #he's the new binary genderbent #i mean beneficent communist #i mean benedict cookiebatch #monty python #monty montgomery #montgomery montgomery #the reptile room #a series of unfortunate events

[sixty-silver-wishes]

isn't that the guy who wrote a series of unfortunate events

#a series of unfortunate events #asoue #get it. get it. it's. it's. lemon snickers

[softdavidrose]

#iole.txt #polls #mine really depends on my mood #I've really been in a lemon-cantalupe mood lately it's so good #i also really love coconut and coffee #but my usual faves are chocolate and peanut butter/snickers #these are just some flavors that popped into my head also italian ice cream is very different than non italian ice cream #so I'm sure you guys have very different flavors so apologies for that

[consumeroflemoans]

It's the gay rights doritos AU (:

@unknownarmageddon I finished it whoo

#lemon arts #gay rights doritos AU #This name still makes me snicker #The chip bag turned out weirdly good #also they have their wounds from how they died on their bodies

[whoslaurapalmer]

just, spitballing something

violet doesn’t learn how to drive for a really long time (when would she have had the time?? when was it necessary??) but eventually she learns how to drive in her late twenties, and she needs An Adult Who Is More Adult Than Her to be in the car while she’s driving and it’s lemony. lemony is very touched to be asked to supervise her driving, even though no one can concretely confirm whether or not lemony himself can drive. but he knows what he’s talking about and is very patient with her even when she accidentally runs a red light one (1) time

and the thing about violet hanging out with lemony is that like, he doesn’t make her uncomfortable, but, he makes her uncomfortable. violet has been the oldest adult in the room for so long that when there is an actual adult around who’s the age her parents would’ve been if they were still alive, she does not know what to do with him. he never acts like a parent or An Older Adult, but violet has been protecting everybody for so long that she doesn’t know what to do when presented with somebody who could potentially protect her, and maybe actually do it, like they’re supposed to. and she doesn’t need somebody to protect her, she’s in her late twenties and she knows how the world works and what to do, how to live and how to hope and how to be. and she doesn’t need lemony, not like that, not at all. sure she likes him just fine, he helps around the house and he has good taste in books and beatrice likes him, and he took care of her, but you’re supposed to take care of a child. violet isn’t a child anymore. and she doesn’t want to be.

anyway. she runs the red light one (1) time and has to pull over because she can’t breathe. and when she starts crying and lemony lets her cry she’s almost angry that he doesn’t do anything else. but she doesn’t know what she wants him to do. and then he hands her a handkerchief. and lemony has never asked anything of her, she thinks, except that she just be violet baudelaire. and, being violet baudelaire means a lot of things. inventor, orphan, sister, parent, adult. she was a child. then she was an adult. she’s an adult now. and there was no period in between, and klaus knows how that feels, but klaus is her brother, her younger brother, and violet wants nothing more, all at once, but to look up and see somebody else who’s supposed to know what to do. somebody else to make a decision, somebody else to do something terrible and hurt someone else, somebody else to make a mistake, somebody else to raise her siblings and beatrice, not that she doesn’t want to but she’s been going for so long without stopping until here, now, on the side of the road in a car she built herself, learning how to drive much too late, which just tops the list of things that in a decent world violet baudelaire should never have really had to do, and violet feels like she’s unraveling. being violet baudelaire means, she’s never allowed herself to be this tired, and she can’t do it.

and lemony snicket is handing her a handkerchief. and he smiles at her, and tells her she can try again. driving scares him, too. that’s why he doesn’t typically drive, even though, yes, he does have a license. he shows it to her. he tells her about how her parents were very proud of him, when he got it. he tells her they made fun of his picture, this very picture because he has since renewed it a number of times (sometimes many years late but always renewed) but always under circumstances where he could not change the picture, but he assures her no one gets a good picture at the department of motor vehicle anyway, and it’s nothing to worry about. he tells her she’s okay.

violet takes his handkerchief. she holds it tight in her hands and can’t find it in her to wipe her eyes or stop crying, and she can’t say anything at all. lemony looks concerned now, and he almost always looks some degree of concerned, about one thing or another, but he looks concerned at her and he puts his hand on her shoulder and says it again, very earnestly. she’s okay. and she really isn’t. she doesn’t feel okay at all. she leans over and sobs into his suit jacket, because she’s not okay. and he doesn’t say anything else. he holds her very gently and doesn’t say anything. not even when she crumples up the lapels of his jacket in her hands as she grips them alongside the handkerchief. like a child, she thinks. it’s terrible.

it’s not all that terrible. the world is stopping, but it still moves on. another car drives by. neither violet or lemony let go for as long as it takes.

eventually, violet stops crying, and she leans back in the seat and dries her eyes, and folds lemony’s handkerchief into a neat square, and hesitates. then she tucks it into the pocket of her shirt.

“for safekeeping,” she explains. anything can happen in a car. in case i need it, she does not say, because she’s still not entirely okay.

lemony nods, very seriously. not patronizingly, but seriously. like he’d do the same thing, like he understands completely, and she doesn’t have to say anything more.

violet drives back home with lemony snicket.

#lulu talks about the sad lemon man #BROUGHT TO YOU BY A WOMAN WHO 1) IS HAVING A BAD DAY 2) JUST RENEWED HER NON-LICENSE ID ONLINE 3) BC SHE DOESN'T DRIVE #lemony snicket hands out handkerchiefs -- a thought lulu has now put in three (3) fic related adventures #no regrets though. i always want to say regerts bc of the snickers commercial but i worry someone's gonna get me for spelling #no thank you i am making a reference. anyway. NO REGERTS. #it is HIGHLY likely i will rewrite this properly into an actual fic at some point but. certainly not anytime soon!!! #WE ALL KNOW MY FIC COMMITMENTS #just trying to feel out. where i think violet is as an adult. and where she is in relation to lemony's presence #ALSO I JUST WANT LEMONY AND VIOLET TO HUG BUT I THINK IT'S VERY AWKWARD FOR THEM

[prettykittytanjiro]

Somehow, by the grace of the forces above, I was lucky enough to see a performance of Punyah Dance company- led by Parshwanath Upadhyay recently, and oh my goodness- it was beautiful. It was a dance ensemble of maybe 10 members, with three male dancers and seven female dancers. I saw two presentations, one on Krishna and another on Rama.

Holy shit- it hit me with so much inspiration.

The way they carried themselves, the involvement, the sheer coordination- it was mesmerizing.

It's like this surge of inspiration, and the more I saw it, the more amazed I was.

The timing of when I got it was amazing, too. I got the chance to go the program maybe two-three hours before, and I immediately took it.

I had been dull the entire day- watching dance videos online and wondering if I'd ever see it in person like that, just going and sitting down in the audience.

The universe was genuinely messing with me oh my god

The next hour, I got to know that i could go, and so we went.

We were stuck in traffic, and went half an hour late.

The program was supposed to finish in the next twn minutes.

But by some weird, amazing luck- we only missed maybe five minutes of the performance and saw the entire thing.

I dont know if it was sheer dumb luck, or it was something written down meant to happen.

But man, that performance was eye opening- and I couldn't ve happier.

#lemon reflection #the universe is messing with me #wondering if i should tag it with #thats krishna guys (⁠⌐⁠■⁠ ⁠■⁠) #yk what #everythings on him #anyways #BRO I CAN JUST IMAGINE HIM SNICKERING AND/OR SIGHING IN DISAPPOINTMENT #like #did he notice my new hyperfixation 💀 #oh well #alls well that ends well #bharatnatyam #indian classical dance #classical dance #desiblr #desi tag #desi tumblr

[licoriceismyworld]

#bread #snickers #cheesecake #recipes #chocolate #tart #peanut butter #brownies #raspberry #lemon #cake #pecan #pie #Instagram

[shatteredfears-arch]

anyways the lords are clearly some (occasionally badly chosen) rep for the creatures shown in V/an H/elsing 2004, M/other M/iranda shares near identical traits and powers to Q/ueen R/avenna in S/now W/hite and the H/untsman / H/untsman W/inters W/ar.... so who thinks the Res team just started watching a lot of modern day cult classics and went ‘yeah, we like that.’ 

edit: the only thing i have for donna is the o/ther m/other from c/oraline tbh, but m/iranda’s shape shifting thing also puts her in line with that. moreau doesn’t need words tho he’s both frankenstein, the monster, and a lovecraftian horror thing, bc for some reason they sliced v/an h/elsing franky in half and put half in heisy and half in moreau. donna’s softer side fits some of the o/ther m’other’s beginning personality, but the fact angie is vicious and technically donna’s under the impression she’s supposed to kill you, also fits into o/ther m/other. 

#the winters thing being r/osemary's baby isn't really a modern classic thats an actual classic #and ig technically D/racula is a true classic too #well they're all true classics #but the thing is the exact edition they share traits with #which is the modern editions #does 2004 count as modern i choose to believe so i remmeber 2004 #if its not modern anymore i'ma cry #anyways brina has a migraine and is prolly gonna try to sleep early but sup #i think there was a ro/semary's baby show recentlyish but that i havent seen #technically parts of RE7 had similarities to the horror film g/host s/hip also #feat baby e/mily b/rowning #i forgot what year that movie was but anyways #i wanna say 2002 was the release but again i dont reMEMBER bc she looked sm younger than lemon lime snickers which #i wanna say was 2004 but that might have been 2006 #a n y w a y s #out. #'brina why are you calling them modern cult classics' #bc tECHNICALLY they're considered 'bad films' by the media buT FOR FUCKS SAKE THEY WERE CAMPY AND GREAT

[yappacadaver]

Cursed!

Cursed!!! I'm Cursed!!!!!!!!

but you're very right i do have that messy ass room xDDDD I'd do viddy games and bad descisiions with u any day of the week hehheee

#yappa answers #like I see ur username and the snickers doesn't even register I'm like mmm lemons #so good #love those lemon bitches you can use them in desert #you can use them in savory dishes for +100 flavor #she has the range

[087710]

lemon kitkat so good, i need like 20 more

#soooo much better than the butterscotch snickers #actually tastes like lemon & perfect amount of sweetness #meowl.txt

[louisetaylor]

We've had ENOUGH Jew-coded villains.

Where's my villain-coded Jew?

(aside from Daniel Handler; though very talented and somewhat likable, he is not particularly handsome)

#jewish #jewish humor #villain #villains #daniel handler #lemony snicket #lemon snicker #lemon snickers

[hockeymusicmore]

#recipes #some vegan #food #chocolate #peanut butter #lemon #french bread #raspberry #snickers #muffins #apple #donuts #cheddar #broccoli #soup #brownies #crescent #pecan #cookies #cake

[sttoru]

ෆ tags. dad!toji x female reader. toji letting baby megumi try all kinds of new food !

it was a typical monday morning: you were making breakfast for your little family, flipping pancakes and eggs as you left toji to handle the task of helping megumi go through his routine. once your husband had finished, he walked into the kitchen with your little child in his arms (this time holding the boy somewhat properly).

once you turn your head towards the two, you noticed how megumi was eagerly suckling on toji’s index finger—a habit of your son to signal you that he yearned for his daily nutrients.

“megumi’s biting my finger off,” toji exaggerates, yawning before moving towards the fridge and opening the door. the sudden breeze of cold air hitting his skin makes him shudder.

you laugh and flip a pancake, revealing its golden brown colour on the back, “i stored ‘gumi’s food on the second shelf. a little in the back.”

megumi’s tiny arms were already reaching out for the familiar bowl, making grabby hands at it as if encouraging his dad to feed him his meal. toji’s eyes, however, were scanning the entire content of the fridge for something new, “y’know, maybe it’s time to learn how to eat somethin’ else, kid. your taste buds need’ta get used to other foods.”

according to his ‘brilliant’ logic, it’s best to get kids used to new foods at a young age so they won’t become picky eaters later on. thus, toji grabs the most random combination of whatever looks edible. the gathered items consisted of pickles, strawberries, mini-carrots, tomatoes and a single lemon.

toji quickly glances over at you, but your attention was totally focused on the breakfast you were preparing. your husband takes his chance, puts megumi in his high-chair and cuts up all the food he grabbed to biteable pieces for the baby, “alright, i’ll give ya the freedom of choosin’ something on y’r own. go on.”

toji places the various items on megumi’s small tray. the boy stares at the food and picks a piece of strawberry first since the red colour was the most appealing. megumi munches on it, hands as well as his lips getting a bit messy. he didn’t seem to dislike it as his little pouty lips continued to move and digest the fruit.

“okay, so ya like the strawberries. noted.” toji makes a mental note of the new discovery, already planning on buying boxes of strawberries for his son.

once megumi swallowed the piece, the curious boy goes on and picks another type of food. this time it was a yellow coloured piece—one which megumi had no knowledge about. toji did, however, and was already grinning.

the man crossed his arms while he looked down at his kid who was about to go through an unpleasant experience. that’s what builds character according to toji, so why would he intervene and stop megumi from eating a lemon? finding out on his own will teach him a very valuable lesson.

the second megumi’s tongue picks up on the extreme sour taste, his nose scrunches up, eyebrows furrowing along with a disgusted noise escaping the back of his throat, “blegh!”

toji bursts out laughing and points at megumi whose tiny fingers were trying to wipe the taste off his tongue, spitting and almost crying from the unfamiliar taste that entered his mouth. most parents would help their child out and give them water to rinse their mouth, however the scene was apparently way too hilarious to your husband for him to even think about rushing to aid megumi.

you turn to see what the commotion was about and spot your son almost in tears from whatever he ate. you frown and walk up to the high-chair, inspecting the squished piece of lemon in megumi’s hand.

“mannnn, that was the funniest stuff i’ve seen in a while.” toji snickers once he calms down, finally grabbing a tissue to wipe megumi’s drool and spit off.

“poor baby.” you watch the small child stare at his dad with a pouty expression on his little face like he was awaiting on an apology of some kind.

even toji can’t deny it: he did somewhat feel bad now. those big and watery eyes looking up at him made him soften in a fraction of a second. the dark-haired man dumps the used tissues in the nearby garbage can and then walks back to the high chair;

“aww, okay, ‘m sorry.” toji coos and lifts megumi up in his embrace, smothering the child with kisses all over his exposed shoulders before softly poking the fat of his cheeks, “can you forgive your daddy, kiddo?”

“da-da!” megumi happily giggles without knowing the meaning of toji’s words. all the kid desired at that instant was more of his dad’s attention and affection. especially after what occurred a moment ago.

megumi was guaranteed to get what he needed since toji was already preparing to tickle and kiss his adorable son all over as an apology.

you chuckle and go back to making breakfast—your ears filled with high-pitched squeals from your son as toji’s voice called out for a ‘tickle attack’.

at least all was well in the end.

#ෆ : parenting 101. #jjk x reader #toji x reader #jjk fluff #toji fluff #jjk x you #toji x you #crisis averted ehem #shoutout to the requester 4 saving my ass #ilysm

[thebearer]

Ugh I love your writing 🫶🫶 could you do something where the reader and Carmen have that asshole to everyone but his partner trope 🫶like the staff see how he acts around the reader when they drop by to see him during his lunch break and they’re in shock ?

yes yes yes!! I feel like that's such a good trope for him!!

"Guys, what did I tell you? House keeping, please, fuck!" Carmen yelled, running a frustrated hand through his hair, a chorus of "yes, chef!" following him.

"Hey, Carmy," Neil puffed, carrying the ladder towards the bathroom. "Your girl's in your office."

Carmen's eyes lit up, frustration dissipated at the sound that you were here, waiting for him- surprised him. "Thanks, Neil." Carmen grumbled, non-slip shoes padding across the floor, rounding the corner with an announcement, slipping into the office.

There you were, sitting in the chair, legs propped up on his desk, lazily flicking through recipes. "Hey," Carmen greeted, lips curling when he shut the door behind him. "What're you doin' here? I didn't know you were stopping by."

You spun towards him, feet clomping on the ground at the movement, a tiny smirk on your lips. "Came to see you." You hummed. "Thought I'd take up your offer tonight and come have family with you."

"Yeah?" Carmen's eyes lit up, bright and excited- still a little bashful, even after all the time you'd been together. "That's nice, real nice. I'm glad you came, baby."

You giggled, flinging the recipes on the desk, hands cupping either side of his head to pull him closer when he ducked down for a kiss. Your lips slotted over his, hands sliding through his hair to push him further into you. Carmen laughed into the kiss, hands reaching for your jaw, tilting your head up towards him.

"Stand up," Carmen muttered, lips moving against yours.

You obliged, switching places with him so he was in the chair, you straddling his waist. Your arms looped around his neck, his on your back, the other cradling your ass, sliding and squeezing over the fatty flesh there.

"Hey, cousin, time for fami- oh!" Richie recoiled, slamming the door just as quickly as he opened it. "Oh, for fuckssake, lock the door if you're gonna be nasty! Christ!"

"How about you knock!" Carmen shouted back, cheeks tinging with the red tint of embarrassment. You bit your lip, biting back a laugh. Carmen glared at you lightly. "That's not funny."

"It's a little bit funny, Carmy." You grinned, gently petting down a stray curl tugged out of place. "Like a teeny tiny bit." You pressed your fingers together for emphasis, ignoring his light snort of laugher.

"Richie's runnin' his mouth in there, you know that right?" Carmen muttered, hands smoothing sweetly down your waist.

You shrugged. "He always is."

"Yeah," Carmen laughed. "You're right about that, c'mon." He patted your ass lightly for you to get up. You grabbed his hands, tugging him lightly out of his chair, swinging your arms between the two of you.

"Who cooked tonight?" You asked, arms looped around his waist, padding down to the back room.

"Sydney." Carmen replied, grinning at your hum of satisfaction.

"Oh, everyone avert your fucking eyes, here they come." Richie announced loudly, turning to the table before him. "Cousin, that was fuckin' quick, eh?"

"Shut up." Carmen rolled his eyes, annoyed, pushing past Richie. He ignored the snickers from Tina, placing a hand on your back, pulling your chair out for you.

"Here, baby, you want a pop or somethin'?" Carmen asked you in a hushed tone, reaching to grab a glass from the spaces behind him.

"I'll just do water." You nodded towards the pitcher in the middle.

"Sure. You want lemon?" Carmen asked, pushing your hand away lightly when you went to pour your glass, a simple "I got it" that shouldn't have made you as flustered as it did. You blamed the make out session that got cut short.

Tina's eyes cut to Richie, watching the two of you whisper gently. Carmen looked relaxed, shoulders not tensed and eyes not darting. No, he was calm when he talked to you... maybe even sweet? The smiles he gave you certainly were.

Tina shrugged lightly at Richie, a smug, knowing smile on her face.

#thebearerblurbs #thebearer #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto #carmen berzatto fic #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto x reader #carmy the bear #carmen berzatto fluff #carmen berzatto x reader #carmy smut #carmy x reader #carmen berzatto x you #carmy berzatto x you #richie jerimovich #the bear #the bear season 2 #the bear hulu #carmy berzatto fluff

[anantaru]

a/n. ✩ ˛˚ . i am currently sick and wanted to write something sweet, enjoy my loves while I'm drowning myself in hot lemon water, gn! reader

neuvillette likes to buy you flowers.

he doesn't necessarily have a favorite type of flower that he likes to purchase for you, because to him, it's the plant itself that reminded him of you.

for one, when he looks outside the window to catch the neat, sprouting garden outside your home, the sun rays shimmer gently along the various petals, rainbow roses stretching and slowly opening its eyes to the soft tickle of warmth.

to neuvillette, it felt the same as when he hears your voice whisper a honey-like "good morning" first thing during sunrise, and he wishes he could explain to you just how much the sound of your voice gave him butterflies and hope.

one part of him was on fire when you begin to smile as you realize he had bought you a bouquet full of blossoming lumidouce bells again.

to neuvillette, your grateful smile was resembling a warm gesture that was widely manifested in a garden scented with the fragrance of nectarous flowers, various plants going crazy when they receive the warm affection of the sun.

now, the man was calm and peaceful knowing that you liked them and that when he wasn't here with you, there was at least something that would always remind you of him.

you move towards him, slanting close, settling on his lap, and it makes his heart skip a beat when you leisurely wrap your arms around his neck to pull him into a quick kiss— because you see, every time he connects with you physically, neuvillette felt like you were a piece of him that had been missing perpetually.

neuvillette moves his tongue gently until you forget yourself into his trace, savoring the moment as he runs a finger along your thigh. you shift your hips a little to move closer, a wave of felicity shielding your bodies before the man decides to break the kiss as to catch his breath.

restraining his bliss for a moment, the iudex reminds himself that work had been awaiting him.

he takes your hand and squeezes it gently, "i assume you like the flowers?" as he questions lightly, even though he fully knew the answer to his own questioning— yet his mellow voice was so full of passion like it was attempting to burst his lungs, unable to exclaim the deep gratitude he felt.

you snicker back, quite absorbed in watching him blush vividly after one kiss, "you ask if i like them? i love each and every one of them," you continue, sounding sweet to his ears, "thank you, i will take care of them while you're gone,"

your gentle lips pass a smile, and you admire his eyes, see and notice how they had been cosseting your own.

this love, it wasn't like one you had encountered in the past— because the one you shared with neuvillette was an union of souls and hearts and minds, not something you could put under a microscope and understand immediately, because simply put, it was too complex for that, strong and unbreakable.

pure love, like a liquid which descends from the clouds in rain with your body feeling different— bouncier, more energetic.

feeling happy.

©2024 anantaru do not repost, copy, translate, modify, claim as your own

#genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #neuvillette x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x you #neuvillette x you #genshin drabbles #genshin impact drabbles #genshin fluff #genshin impact fluff #neuvillette fluff

[wileys-russo]

Alexia, “Can stop putting things where I can't reach?”, shared home

cough medicineII a.putellas

you'd heard your girlfriend as she rose, slipped out of bed and got ready to go for a run, alexia always up before the sun was which something you'd long given up arguing with her over.

in the early stages of your relationship with the catalonian woman you'd tried everything under the sun to get her to stay in bed with you before it arose, but no amount of kisses, sweet words or promises worked.

she would simply smile in amusement at your efforts, steal a quick kiss and gently wrench your hands off her body. often teasing that you could just come with her you'd just snicker and roll over, one final kiss pressed to the back of your neck before her dip in the bed was gone.

but what you hadn't expected was to be awoken only a half hour later by the sound of her returning, a wheezy cough echoing through the living room as you cracked an eye open tiredly unsure if you'd imagined it or not.

but when it happened again, a raspy string of curse words following you were quick to sit up and rub the sleep from the corner of your eyes, rising from bed and padding out to the kitchen.

you saw her right away hunched over the sink, back to you her muscles were rippling and tense but not in the way you knew was normal, her body heaving as she dry retched and another wheezy cough rang through the kitchen.

"ale?" you called out softly, not wanting to startle her as she glanced at you over her shoulder and your face softened seeing her bright red nose and glazed over eyes.

"estoy bien nena, go back to bed." her voice was croaky and cracked with each syllable as you frowned. "not unless you're coming with me amor, you're sick." you warned gently, knowing your girlfriend well enough that she wouldn't share your views.

"i am not sick. i just-" alexia huffed, though whatever she tried to say next was cut off with a sneeze so violent she nearly stumbled backwards from the shock of it. "you are sick alexia." you sighed, readying yourself for the argument you knew would come.

"i'm texting marta and paños, you're not training today." you decided, already headed back to the bedroom for your phone as you heard footsteps hurry after you. "ale!" you groaned as the blonde snatched the phone from your hand.

"por favor mi vida i am okay. i will have a shower, sleep for a couple of hours, take some medicine and go to training." alexia clasped her hands together, your phone held captive in between them as you gave her a look.

"go have a shower." you sighed, holding your hand out for your phone as your girlfriend relaxed a little and leaned in to kiss your cheek but you gently pushed her away. "hey!" alexia frowned, voice again cracking as you rolled your eyes.

"if you are sick, i don't need you to share that with me." you warned as alexia rolled her eyes but now you frowned as she slipped your phone into her pocket.

"just for...insurance." the midfielder grinned as you opened your mouth to argue but she darted off to the bathroom and you shook your head at the coughing fit which you heard follow.

"thirty years old my ass." you mumbled to yourself, tugging on a pair of her shorts and wandering out to the kitchen.

awhile later you heard alexia before you saw her, footsteps padding across the floorboards as she returned. "swallow these, drink this, go to sleep please." you handed her two cold and flu pills, a mug of lemon and honey tea and nodded behind her to the bedroom.

"qué es esto?" your girlfriend sniffed the mug and recoiled with a frown. "something for your throat. if you are so determined to train, at least let me try to best prepare you, vale?" you gently grabbed her face as her features softened and she nodded.

"bien. go to bed!" you stretched up on tippy toes to kiss her forehead making her smile, pointing her back to the bedroom as she swallowed the pills and grimaced a little.

"gracias princesa, venga!" she held her hand out expectantly to lead you back to bed with her as you shook your head.

"i have some work to do to prepare for this meeting later today ale, the earlier its done the more time i have to go through my presentation." you smiled at the huff she let out but begrudgingly headed off to the bedroom, knowing despite how different it was you had the same drive and work ethic about your job that she did for hers.

however despite that, you also know the pair of you had done a lot of work on self care both independently and together, helping one another change bad habits and sticking to your guns together on days when you struggled.

which is why you slipped into the bedroom once you knew alexia was asleep and turned off her alarms, slipping her phone into your pocket and using your own to message the captains that she was sick and wouldn't be in today to which they all agreed was best.

and when hours later alexia still hadn't surfaced you knew you made the right call, the girls body clearly needing the sleep and rest before it would seem the cold and flu pills wore off and you heard a violent coughing fit from the bedroom.

you hurried to her side, finding her bent over on the edge of the bed as you moved to rub her back, already feeling the heat radiating off of her as her temperature had clearly risen.

"oh baby." you sighed sympathetically, running a hand through her hair as she struggled to catch her breath. though things worsened when she glanced right intending to check her phone and noticed the time, shooting to her feet so fast it near knocked you off yours.

"my phone, my alarm it didn't go off! training started already i have to-" alexia began to panic as you placed hands on her chest and somewhat forcefully pushed her to sit back down on the bed. "no, i already called you in sick." you revealed, the girls eyes widened.

"amor! you had no right and no need to-" she attempted to tell you off however a wheeze had her sent right back into a coughing fit as her hand span and she doubled over again. you hurried to the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge, just getting the cap off before placing it into your girlfriends waiting hand.

"vale, maybe i am a little under the weather." alexia finally admitted as you looked down at her with a small smile and a nod. "you are mi amor, and the more you fight it the longer it will take you to get better and the worse shape you are in closer to match day." you warned gently, alexia sighing deeply but making no move to argue.

"lay back down please baby, i'll be back in a minute." you pushed at her shoulders gently as the catalonian sighed again but did so, kicking at the covers so one leg was out making you smile as you left the room.

"alexia!" your girlfriend sat up at your call, tugging on a hoodie and wandering out to the kitchen, sniffling as she went. "where is the cough medicine? i bought more not that long ago and neither of us has been sick since." you asked with a raised eyebrow as the blonde shrugged, head covered by her hood.

"alexia." you spoke a little more sternly, knowing her too well as she avoided your eyeline and kicked mindlessly at the ground. "it grew legs and ran away?" the footballer tried with a charming smile, sniffling again and swallowing a cough as you crossed your arms unwavering.

"where is it mi amor?" you asked a little softer as alexia pulled a face. "that one." she pointed to the cupboard where you kept the bowls, moving a little closer as you rummaged through unable to find it.

"where?" you grunted in frustration, moving things around and still not seeing the bright red bottle. "higher." alexia admitted, finger moving upward to the very top shelf, somewhere she knew you'd not be able to find it when she'd hidden there.

"really?" you looked to her in disbelief as she tried to cover up a cough with her sleeve. "can you stop putting things where i can't reach?" you scoffed in annoyance, unable to grab it no matter how high you stretched.

"get it down." you pointed, crossing your arms as alexia moved a little closer but made no move to do as you asked. "you look so cute when you reach for things bebita." the captain rasped with another attempt at a charming smile which fell on deaf ears.

"it tastes bad." the girl huffed as you now cracked a smile. "you're being a child alexia, you won't get better unless you take it." you chuckled as she whined, hugging you tightly and slumping over so her chin rested on your shoulder.

"mi amor, i want you to get better. you are so good at taking care of others, but you need to take care of yourself too, sí?" you spoke softly, fingers raking through her hair as you pushed the hood off her head and felt her exhale into your own jumper, body heaving a little as she attempted to swallow a cough.

"you need it preciosa, please. for me?" you cooed, rubbing her back as the taller girl stood, sending you an annoyed pout but reaching behind you to grab down the bottle. you watched on as she filled the cap to the right dosage and looked at you as you nodded encouragingly and she downed it.

"not funny!" she croaked out as you smiled at the grimace of disgust which flashed across her face. "lo siento cariño, lets get you back to bed." you took her hand and lead her back to the bedroom, helping her into bed and smoothing her hair out, tenderly kissing her forehead.

"stay?" the girl asked softly, large hand grabbing your wrist with a pleading look as you softened. "of course, i just have to get my laptop so i can work on this presentation amor." you smiled as she let go and you darted off to grab it and returning to her side.

"your meeting." your girlfriend realised as worry briefly flashed across her face and you slipped into bed, moving a pillow against your back as you sat up and got comfortable against the headboard.

"i already spoke to my boss, i just need to finish the presentation and send it over with enough time for them to look at it before the meeting. its on zoom anyway so its fine if i don't attend." you promised, alexia hesitating but with a kiss of assurance again pressed to her forehead she settled, hugging your leg as her cheek pressed against the skin.

"i probably have an hour of work left and then i'm all yours." you promised as alexia hummed with a slight wheeze, and you assumed she'd drifted back to sleep, relieved when you didn't hear her cough again.

"princesa." you glanced down as hazel eyes looked up at you, your girlfriend rolling onto her back and moving one arm to drape across her forehead, having stripped off so she was only in sweatpants and a sports bra.

"there is one other thing that would make me feel better." she rasped as you gave her a curious look. "do you remember when i hurt my knee, and you bought the nurses outfit to make me smile and-" you didn't even let her finish her sentence before you flicked her ear and she whined.

"go to sleep alexia." you bit back a smile and turned back to your laptop, your girlfriends fingers tracing patterns on your leg. "is that a no? because i am so sick mi amor, so so sick." the blonde pouted, slight smirk behind her features as you shook your head.

"i repeat, go to sleep alexia."

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part 2

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