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arsoniiii · 6 months
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langa is just an annoying cat
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euthymiaaa · 5 months
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— a lover who is sick prompt *:・゚✧*:・゚
im sick & delirious, so i am inspired, enjoy!
❥ getting a text that your partner is just a bit under the weather
❥ them warning you not to see them because they don’t want to get you sick
❥ “i’m swinging by your house no matter what, i don’t care the slightest if i get ill”
❥ preparing them soup and buying them medicine
❥ rushing to their house as fast as possible to be able to take care of them
❥ them being so delirious that they can’t tell if seeing you at their front door is a dream or not
❥ “is this a fever dream? i thought i told you not to come darling?”
❥ pushing them under the covers of their bed; encouraging them to rest since you’re here
❥ “how do you feel? how can i make you feel better?”
❥ wiping all the sweat off their forehead with a cold towel
❥ letting their head rest against your chest
❥ “you’re burning up, are you sure this is just a small cold?”
❥ giving them medicine by putting it in your mouth first, then passing it through a tender kiss
❥ personally feeding them the soup, not allowing them lift a finger
❥ “should i warm up the soup a bit more? it got cold, even if i tried coming here as fast as possible”
❥ softly reading their favorite book out-loud to put them at ease
❥ humming gently while playing with their hair
❥ “is the medicine making you drowsy? you can sleep you know”
❥ holding hands and delicately stroking their hand with your thumb
❥ peppering kisses to their cheek, forehead and temple
❥ whispering sincere words of affection, anything sweet to take their mind off of being sick
❥ “i hope you get well as soon as possible love, it hurts to see you suffering like this”
❥ not leaving their side until they fall asleep and you accidentally let slumber take over as well
❥ waking up with a sore throat, but it doesn’t matter as long as you’re with them
❥ “who’s going to take care of both of us now silly?”
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yesmissnyx · 8 months
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Oh, honey...you look exhausted. Poor thing...
Come spend the day in bed with me?
(I promise not to wear you out TOO much 💕)
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newtabfics · 5 months
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The first time Astarion let you hold him was emotional to say the least. You weren't feeling particularly great, having been caught in the rain. You were nearly bedridden, but thanks to a few herbs and some hot broth, you were on the mend.
When he curled against your chest, your skin was feverish, slowly settling as you began to run your fingers through his hair.
His whole body had stiffened. He already loved when you played with his hair when you were kissing and when you gripped it when his tongue worked magic or when he plunged into you almost animalistically.
But this? This was different. Your nails lightly scratched his scalp with one hand while the other played with the curled hairs on the back of his neck.
His nose pressed lightly against the crook of your neck as you held him so tenderly. He felt guilt in his veins as he realized you were falling in love with him.
He needed to tell the truth, he knew, but as your fingers slowed and you snored softly, breath brushing over his forehead, he decided he could wait.
he would tell you...but for now...he would just enjoy how you held him.
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norrisleclercf1 · 1 month
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Can....can I just hug him
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villain comforting a VERY beaten hero, platonic cuddling and lots of tears pls
have a nice day <3
“I’m not dead,” the hero whispered.
And yet they were hooked to an IV. And yet they hadn’t been able to breathe on their own for hours. The villain took in a deep breath. Of course, they were angry. Of course, the villain had been losing their mind in this hospital.
Quiet panic attacks in bathroom stalls, litres of coffee, endless questions for the nurses — this day had been way too long for their liking.
“I’m not dead,” the hero repeated a little louder this time. They sat up in bed and their face made horrible grimaces. As they looked around in excruciating pain, they saw the IV and reached for it.
“Hey, what are you doing?” The villain grabbed their wrist before the hero could rip it out.
The villain was sure they didn’t look much better than the hero; they hadn’t slept in forever.
“Lay back,” the villain said gently. They put a hand on the hero’s shoulder and pressed them back into the hospital bed. “It’s a miracle that you’re alright. Thank god you hit the gym. Your fitness basically saved you. Your heart was strong enough to keep you alive.”
The hero sighed and took the villain’s hand. They didn’t seem to be fully aware of it, so the villain just let it happen.
“I’m fine. It’s not a big deal,” the hero said. They closed their eyes. “I’m not dead, I’m okay.”
“You may not care what happens to you but I do. Do you think it was easy to call the ambulance and then disappear into thin air? Only to rush to the hospital as a civilian? Do you think it was easy to watch you bleed out? Do you think it was easy—”
“Shh.” The hero’s thumb rubbed over the villain’s knuckles a few times. They opened their eyes. “Please don’t cry.”
The villain swallowed. They had spent a lot of time with their conflicted feelings throughout the night. Mostly, they had tried to bury them but now that the hero was talking to them, they couldn’t help but splinter a little.
They wiped tears out of their eyes but it didn’t matter: they kept dropping anyways.
“Please…” the villain whispered. “Please don’t send me away like that ever again.”
Not even the hero’s hand in theirs felt strong. The hero was weak, too frail to function properly. All the villain could do was fall to their knees and pray for the hero’s health until their knees bled.
“I’m not going to the gym anymore,” the hero said. “I just fight with you a lot. So, I guess you saved me after all.”
They paused and closed their eyes again. The villain could see a sparkling tear roll down the hero’s cheek. Probably overwhelmed and tired, they leaned back.
Although they didn’t want to admit it, the villain felt responsible for everything. They had always had a special gift of blaming themselves. The hero looked at them through half-lidded eyes.
“I’ve never had any visitors in the hospital before. Thank you.” Their voice was soft, yet raspy. “And I’m sorry for sending you away. I thought I’d be fine.”
The hero had told the villain it was their last wish: for the villain to go home.
“I was scared and I didn’t want you to watch me die,” they said.
“You’re not gonna leave the bed for quite a while. I’ll chain you to it if I have to.” The villain stood up from their chair and sat down on the bed. “Let’s take a break from all this. You’ve suffered enough for several lifetimes.”
The hero smiled softly and then, they squeezed the villain’s hand.
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artsyunderstudy · 5 months
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“He looks so small right now, and so tired. I link my hand with his and press it over my heart, my still beating heart, careful not to disturb the chest tube coming out. ‘Baz…’ He lifts his head up and meets my eyes. His eyes are pools of black and grey and pain. I give him a small smile as my heart beats under his palm (how fitting, to have him hold my heart in his hands). ‘D’you feel that? I’m alright. I’m here.’”
So Close, We've Always Been by @bazzybelle
Carry on Countdown | Day Eight: Sick
This year I decided I wanted to honor the incredibly talented fic writers of this fandom, so I chose one fic per prompt to do an illustration for. I didn’t double up on authors so that I could do this for as many people as possible. I realized while planning this that there are way too many fics and authors that I love, and even after having picked 30 of what I consider some of my very favorites, I could have easily kept going. Please check the fics out if you haven’t, they all come highly recommended.
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apricior · 23 days
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i need you guys to know that tonight i dreamt that normal was forced to travel to different worlds/dimensions and that in every single one of them he met hermie. and hermie was always slightly different (maybe it was his hair, or his clothes, just the tiny details), but it was always hermie, and normal always fell in love with him.
and it didn't matter that normal knew he wasn't his hermie, he still loved him with his entire heart
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gelu-vulpes · 4 months
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Wanna run my fingers through a boy's hair while we cuddle and watch my favourite childhood shows
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selene-and-the-cold · 9 months
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When the sick person is feeling so poorly in the middle of the night that they wake their sleeping partner. 🔥🔥🔥
"Darling, please wake up, I don't feel so good..."
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blotb0x · 2 months
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ough they make me sick i love them
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deejayrockz · 8 months
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PAIRING — sickbur x reader
SUMMARY — wilbur gets sick and wants nothing except from your cuddles, despite his fever
NOTES — fluff, mentions of illness (nothing serious, but may mention being sick, coughing, etc). slight angst, if you count wilbur being ill as angst. lowercase is on purpose. mentions of being shirtless, however you can pretend you're not if you wish !!
EXTRA — i'm currently i'll and watching matpats fnaf lore, really wanting cuddles 💔💔
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he woke up, around 3am, in a coughing fit. his head felt heavy, and his vision disappeared for a good 2 minutes when he stood up to get water. once he regained his vision, he slowly went to the kitchen, making sure to not let the door creak, as to not wake you.
"will?" he jumped, almost dropping his glass of water. he turned, seeing you in your pyjamas, turning the kitchen light on.
"sorry, did i wake you?" he whispered, his voice croaky, causing him to clear his throat, which then led to another small coughing fit.
"are you alright?" you asked, your previous tiredness soon disappearing out of worry. you walked over, rubbing a hand up and down his back, leaning your head on the back of his shoulder.
he soon relaxed, leaning his head into your shoulder, placing his glass down, and wrapping his arms around your waist.
"what's the matter?" you asked, kissing his head, feeling the heat radiate off his skin.
"i feel like shit.." he whispered,his body practically fully slumped onto yours.
"okay, you head to bed, i'll find something for you," you cradled his cheek, as he lifted his head and nodded. he soon kissed your cheek and headed back to the bedroom.
the minute you came back, orange juice (for Vitamin C) and some biscuits (simply for his probably empty stomach) in your hand, he waited impatiently as you placed the glass down, before dragging you next to him and clinging onto you tightly.
you giggled, running a hand through his slightly sweaty hair, "can you drink some of the juice for me?"
he nodded and obliged, taking small sips of the drink, leaving the biscuits, claiming he wasn't hungry right now.
he placed the glass down, wrapping his arms around your waist, head tucked into your neck.
"will, sweetheart, you're burning up, atleast take some of your layers off". you sighed, pushing him off of you, and pulling on his jumper.
"only if you do," he said, however had already started taking his jumper off. you laughed, taking off your top as well, leaving you in a vest and him with nothing on his upper half.
"come here, let's get you to sleep."
he happily jumped back into your arms, his head snuggled into your chest, hands drawing small circles on your hips.
being shirtless infront of your partner was one thing, but being naked was another. the intimate, yet not quite sexual, feeling of being skin to skin while cuddling, warmed up his heart like no other.
he knew you were the one, when he didn't feel uncomfortable being vulnerable around you. when he could change infront of you, without feeling judgemental eyes. he had fully let his guard down, let all his insecurities be on display for you to kiss and cherish for the rest of your life.
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muffinlance · 9 months
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Crochet isopuppy is beginning to take shape!
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Next up: legs and back shell. Not sure I'll keep this body shape in the final draft, but it works fine as a filler while I figure the proportions on the rest out.
I'm adding pattern variations for colored tips on the ears/legs/tail, so people can give their pups a bit of customization.
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spinzolliii · 2 days
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Whumpee being unable to lie down comfortably for whatever reason. Maybe they’re traveling or are wounded in a way that doesn’t allow them to recline. Maybe they have a lung infection that requires them to sit upright.
Imagine Caretaker sitting beside them with a folded rag or cushion on their shoulder that they let Whumpee rest their head on. Whumpee is finally able to fall asleep leaning against Caretaker.
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spacerockwriting · 10 days
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Galladrabbles Cuddle
Thank you so much @flamingbluepanda and @galladrabbles for the prompt this week. Just some good wholesome cute cuddling from our favorite boys this time.
Cuddle
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Ian’s whimpering. It’s a clear nightmare, he’s aware of that. Mickey knows that sometimes he gets like this during his bad episodes, but it’s never any easier to witness. Ian’s normally so strong, so to see him so vulnerable during low swings always hurts.
He glances down at his phone, hearing the dings for runs that he needs to do. Swiping away the messages, he puts his phone on the side table and strips down to just a tank and boxers.
Ian rolls over. “Mick, don’t you gotta go?”
Crawling into bed, Mickey shrugs. “Ain’t nowhere else I’d rather be.”
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artemismoorea03 · 5 months
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DP x DC Prompt: IT'S LIKE YOU DON'T LISTEN
(Inspired by the song: Don't Listen (Amanda The Adventurer Fan song)
So, we've all see Danny interacting with the Joker in fanfics (I love them so fuckin' much). He's just an absolute menace but I think we're missing on other interactions with the DC villains. (I've explored some of these in my fics but ignore that I just love this idea so much I use it a lot)
Scarecrows whole thing is making people see their biggest fear which as far as we know Danny's biggest fear is hurting those he cared about. Literally he's faced his biggest fear and because his powers prevent him from being affected by drugs he's going to really piss Scarecrow off. No matter what mixture, how dangerous, how deadly he makes it he can't get it to work on Danny and it's driving him crazy.
Killer Croc is a whole threat, but this 5'5" teen who hasn't slept in four days and just poured five-hour energy and monster into his coffee is ready to brawl and can catch his fist with a single hand all while cracking jokes or complaining about how he was hoping to take a nap. It's not just Croc either, Bane is having the same issue with the white haired kid who just showed up out of the blue one day and it's pissing them both off.
Penguin and Cat Woman will steal something just to get home and realize the damn thing is gone! But who the hell could have stolen it from them? AND HOW THE HELL IS IT BACK FROM WHERE THEY STOLE IT FROM?! It's becoming more and more difficult to be a hard working thief these days.
But then there's the Riddler. He sets up puzzle after puzzle, countless traps, countless counter traps. He's planned them out and made sure that there's no way he can lose. At least that's what he thinks until Phantom shows up and suddenly just deactivates all his shit without bothering with his riddles. Then the one time he gets him to actually do a riddle he doesn't seem to care that his life is in danger! Or that other lives are in danger - turns out a duplicate saved the hostages and he was literally just messing with the Riddler who just got a bit too invested in the fact that he finally caught Phantom.
Villains are getting more and more frustrated and they're starting to get desperate.
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