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00ops1e · 10 months

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taskforce 141 + könig x sick! reader

warnings: emetophobia trigger warning, mentions of puking/being sick, fluff, hurt/comfort maybe??, not proofread a/n: omg here it is. the first cod thing ive written! but not actually theres some filth hiding in my documents. this is totally lowkey a self insert. geared towards female! reader but if you squint at the petnames could be gn. i've been so so sick lately and tbh scares me a lil but what cant be fixed by fictional men?? nothing.

Ghost

A little bit of a germaphobe

Will take off his mask, but replace it with a medical mask

Only so he can still hold you, just with a peace of mind

He does NOT want to get sick too

Because then how could he take care of you?

Always has a puke bowl at the ready

Orders your favorite takeout, even if you don’t feel like eating

Because hes a firm believer in leftovers.

Which may just be the cause of this

But you'd never tell him. poor man would get so guilty he had forgotten to throw it away.

Puts on a movie and lets you fall asleep on his chest

I feel like he’s a cold-blooded type of person, doesn’t generate much heat

but makes up for it in comfort

so many blankets

so so many.

Checks your temperature in your sleep

Lowkey counts respirations just to be sure

Makes sure you keep hydrated

Will bring you to urgent care if he’s really worried

No matter how much you protest!

Soap

Squeamish when it comes to throwing up

Will try his very best to stay with you, but sometimes ends up running from the room

Because the last thing he'd wanna do is gag at you

While hes ran away he gets a cold rag to press on your forehead, and clean you up a bit in the process

"yer hidin? awh bonnie i wasnt meanin' to embarrass ye" he says while taking your chin in his hand, forcing you to meet his eyes

"sickness and health yeah? i wanna take care of you"

Insists on rubbing vicks/ vaporub on you

Not because hes a little perv (he is)

But because he loves you and the sniffles break his little heart

peppers kisses across your collarbones, vicks smell clogging his nose

but he’s too focused on the goosebumps that rise on your skin, your little shivers

“Awh, my poor sick lass,”

Constantly checking for a fever

Forcing you to stay in bed, even after you feel better, “not takin chances, rest up.”

this man on the other hand is a human space heater

throwing a blanket on and off the two of you, getting too hot and then shortly after too cold.

not as convenient when it’s hot out lol

head rubs

Gaz

Tries to bring you to a doctor/ urgent care immediatley

Will try to call an ambulance over a slight fever

Stocks up on pedialyte/makes sure youre hydrated

Cuddles constantly, does not care if he catches anything

loves being the big spoon so he can lay in the crook of your neck and still hold onto you tight

Has extra blankets on deck

entertains you with silly little jokes

but then apologizes while giggling because you laughed so hard it hurt a little.

Will feed you cold medicine/tums

teases you when you complain about taking them

“i don’t need you gettin any grumpier love”

Will hold back your hair/ stroke your back while youre getting sick

gets offended when you get embarrassed about it

“are you judging my girl?” he teases you

Tries his best to cook, but lowkey fails miserably

Resorts to cup of noodles and lipton packets.

Price

Such dad vibes

Will make soup or other comfort foods from scratch

And his cooking skills are unmatched

Runs you a shower/bath and washes your hair for you

back rubs and massages

pressing small kisses to your shoulders as he works

also a human heater but not too hot, just the perfect temperature

also just the perfect shape to spoon you, cradling every inch of your body

“I hate it when my baby’s sick,” he says, rubbing soft circles into your side

Doesnt even have to make a pharmacy run because hes so well prepared

Feeds you medicine, on the dot, every few hours after it wears off

(he totally sets reminders in his phone. [typing like an old person with reading glasses on])

Will stay in bed all day with you, quietly typing and mumbling to himself while you nap at his side

occasionally leaning down to kiss your forehead while he works

the computer goes away as soon as you wake up

"how're you feeling princess?"

loves having you in his arms, pulled close to his chest

Carries you to bed if you fall asleep on the couch (bridal style ofc)

Will hold your hair back, refuses to leave your side

“Of course youre not gross darling, we all get sick,”

Konig

rubs your back as you're hunched over the toilet

will sit down with you on the floor, back up against the bathtub when its too much of a risk to leave the bathroom

just wants to keep you company :(

"take as long as you need, liebling"

fills up the tub while still convincing you to get in

he promises you'll feel better after

caves and offers to join you as a last resort to get you cleaned up

Long baths, cuddling in the warm water

Letting the steam clear your sinus

Brushes and braids your hair

when you start feeling better but are still running a fever, hes worried.

but youre dealing with a burst of energy and simply must start with the housework

konig will put you over his shoulder and escort you back to bed

will paint your nails in bed to entertain you, anything to keep you still and in bed

Lets you put your cold feet on him, but only when you dont feel good

totally unprepared because i feel like this man has an immune system of steel

makes a quick pharmacy run, but has to call you for the shopping list bc oops he forgot

depending on how sick you are, lets you come along for the ride

“promise you’ll stay in the car ja?”

always returns with a sweet little treat or small gift/toy for you

“gesundheit!” as he chuckles at your sneeze

jokes that maybe he should put a mask on you

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wh0s-vesper · 6 months

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Head canons on each Gwendoline Christie Characters

(NSFW AND SFW)

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Captain Phasma

- She’s a lover(sometimes.) Since the girls a captain, she’ll have barely time to ever do anything romantic with you.

- If she gets the chance, she’ll eat you out. As in ‘eat you out’ like there’s no tomorrow. So be prepared to get overstimulated, cuz your girl is going to get pussy drunk.

-Phasma’s a hard dom, convince me otherwise.

-Phasma would love you, totally. But when she does, it’s not like ‘pda’ kind of love. She’ll much rather write letters in her holopad on how she appreciates your existence.

-You can’t tell me that Phasma doesn’t have master/daddy kink. I MEAN LOOK AT HER.

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Lady Jane Murdstone

OUR GIRL DOESNT GET ENOUGH CREDIT, SHE DID AMAZING IN THE TEN MINUTES SHE GOT ON SCREEN.

-Missma’am would devour your cunt. She’ll get power drunk, pussy drunk, probably drunk herself.

-Mistress kink, obviously.

-Woman likes to tease you occasionally, depends on her mood of the day. If she does tease you, Jane would subtly touch your waist and squeeze it, surprising you.

-I’m guessing that she has knife play or likes it rough, cuz for the love of god, Jane can’t go by a day without hitting, destructing, or destroying something.

-Her hands are highly skilled. At anything, from sewing to fucking your cunt, she is a master(or mistress) at the skill. And at times, she’ll even brag about it.

-Janes LOADED. Jewels, designer dresses, the works. She’ll spend at least a few hundred dollars on you(maybe a thousand even) on one shopping trip.

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Jan Stevens

-This is going to be ironic(and debatable ig) but Jan doesn’t like food a lot, especially in her bed. The most she could do/want/tolerate is wine and like a charcuterie board in bed.

-Role playing, girl wants to be someone else for a bit. Being Jan Stevens is hard yk.

-Hugs, cuddles, kisses, the works. She loves it when you do that, especially the thing where you kiss her neck cuz she’s too tall for you to kiss on the lips.

-Honestly, she’s a switch. She’s giving mommy/mistress energy, but at the same time our girl needs a break from being the leader so bratty/needy bottom Jan it is.

-The needy move. OML, I can’t tell you enough on how she’ll act needy(borderline bratty) just for you to end up in bed.

-Jan is a freak in bed. If she’s a freak at her job, she’ll bring that energy to the bed. (In a good way, obv)

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Larissa Weems

-Woman is afraid of germs. Or in other words a germaphobe. I mean, the gloves, the way she’s always kept to herself. It explains somewhat a part of her personality.

-Larissa is rich. Like rich, rich. I’m guessing that she was an only child and her parents died, leaving her with the big-ass fortune.

-Speaking of rich, Larissa is very stingy about her money, only spending it on her lover. So when you eye a necklace or bracelet, she’ll by ten.

- Mirror sex kink. I mean a mirror as her ceiling? It’s gotta count for something. Also adds a bit of spice to her sex life.

-Girls a cuddler. She loves a hug or two just to simply know that someone’s cares for her. Every once in a while she’ll ask or you’ll just simply give it to her.

-Larissa likes PDA, but to a certain level. She’s not like a full on make out session anywhere, but more like a few kisses here or there throughout the day.

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Brienne of Tarth

-Gentle giant. Brienne will act all mean and tough, but the moment she goes home and you greet her. The facade basically melts away.

-Okay, this will be debatable, but she’s a switch. At times Brienne will be a hard dom if she comes home from a rough day, or a soft dom when she wants a bit of sensual warmth. On the other hand, she’s a bottom, literally what she wants is to be loved and cared for.

-Briennes protective. It’s sort of her nature, but to her lover, it’s on a whole new level

-She loves all cuddles, every physical touch/interaction that you have with her, Brienne cherishes it. Bed cuddles, bath cuddles, morning cuddles, you name it. Also I think Brienne will sometimes switch to small spoon when she has a rough day, but otherwise she’s a big spoon.

- Woman will teach you on how to defend yourself, but never actually let you touch or use the weapons. Brienne wants to do the protecting since she thinks that only a knight could do that.(ofc she would only say that to her lover)

-Brienne doesn’t like quickies, she prefers to take her time with you. But if you seem to really want it, then she’ll do it.

#larissa x you #larissa weems #gwen is mommy #gwendoline christie #gwendoline is mommy #gwendolineuniverse #headcanon #jane #jane murdstone #larissa x reader #larissa x y/n #captain phasma x reader #captain phasma #jan stevens #Jan #head canons #head canon #mommy k!nk

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caffeinemachine · 2 years

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A Splash of Milk, Two Sugars

Summary: Spencer is struck with a crush from the moment he meets the new BAU member. Weeks fly by and when he finally works up the courage to “make a move” it all goes wrong.

Spencer Reid x Reader, ( Reader uses she/her pronouns)

Content: Reader has an allergy, BAU!Reader, Fluff, angst if you use a magnifying glass

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SPENCER’S POV

I was already nervous about going to work that day knowing all the crap the team was going to give me about my new haircut, but then I received a call from Hotch telling me to come in early to meet a new recruit and my anxiety was doomed.

Now as I exited the elevator at the office my eyes were immediately drawn to the head of (h/c) hair standing next to what was once the empty desk across from mine and surrounded by the team. I took notice of all their smiles, seemingly being caused by her. Opening the glass doors some of their heads tore away from her, reluctantly I might add, and turned to me.

“Well... Hello.” JJ said as I sheepishly approached to huddle with my head down. Great, let the shit begin.

“What did you join a boyband?” Hotch comments next, making everyone snicker and giggle. Though all the laughs sound familiar, all sounds my ears have heard and I realize that she must not have laughed. With this, I draw up some courage to raise my eyes and finally look at the new recruit, finding her already looking at me. A small smile dawns on her lips from our eye contact, and I’m pretty sure my heart skips a beat.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen anyone so beautiful.

Ring Ring

The sound of Hotch’s phone ringing snaps me out of my daze as he quickly excuses himself to accept the call. As he steps away Derek speaks up.

“Pretty boy, meet our new team member Y/N L/N.” My eyes flitted to him before landing back on her, seeing her stick out her hand. I stare at it trying to figure out how to best go about this without offending her. I guess I contemplated it a moment too long because Derek speaks for me.

“Oh don’t fret about the casualty Sunshine, Pretty boy is a bit of a germaphobe.” My cheeks turn a shade of pink from the release of information about my phobia and Derek’s re-use of his embarrassing nickname for me. I take note of the one he’s deemed for her, Sunshine. It’s truly a perfectly fitting name for her. She beams a warmth that feels magnetizing.

“I - uh - I’m Doctor Spencer Reid, it’s nice to meet you.” I try to offer her a smile but through my nerves, I only manage a tight-lipped version that I imagine doesn’t look very welcoming. Which is in total opposition to her perfect smile.

“It’s nice to meet you too.” Her voice is soft, and for the first time in our interaction, I sense a bit of nervousness in her through her speech.

“We have a case.”

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THREE MONTHS LATER

SPENCER’S POV

I was miserable.

Almost every day I went to work. Almost every day I had to sit across from Y/N. Almost every day I had to talk to her. Almost every day I had to harbor the guilt of my feelings toward her. Almost every day I had to look into her gorgeous (e/c) eyes and bite my tongue to stop from blurting out how beautiful she is. Almost every day my feelings grew for her. And every day I never told her how I felt.

I was falling for her, hard, and it was miserable.

I watched her from my desk as she made her morning cup of coffee in the kitchen. It’s actually her second cup, every morning she comes in early to study old cases with a cup from a local cafe she must live near. By the time the rest of us arrive she’s finished with it and goes to make another from the crappy machine here. She grabs her mug from the universal storage cabinet. Her cup was light blue on the inside, with a picture of a sleepy bear and words reading ‘Bearly Awake’ on the outside. Gosh, she’s adorable. And like usual she poured a splash of milk and two packets of sugar into her coffee.

“I think you're about two minutes over the line of creepy there Reid.” Mortified that I was caught my head snaps to Morgan, who only laughs more at the look on my face.

“I - uh I wasn’t-”

“Relax kid, it ain’t a secret you got a thing for Little Miss Sunshine over there.” He smirks, seemingly finding more and more amusement in our interaction while I only grow more and more embarrassed.

“You know- oh god she knows?!” I somewhat shout though striving to remain at a low volume.

“Relax, relax Reid. She’s oblivious. The rest of the team however hasn’t missed all your longing glances and how you become a flushed mess when she talks to you.” I let out a relieved breath at his words, not sure what I would do if she knew how I felt about her. “I’d say it’s about time you get a move on though.”

My brows furrow, “What do you mean?”

With a chuckle he explains, “I mean make a move, ask her out already. She’s a young, beautiful, smart woman new to town. It's only about time she branches out and meets someone in the area.” My heart sinks at the insinuation. Not that it has the right to, he was right. She’s been around for three months and I have been blinded by my fear of rejection to do anything.

“You’re right,” I announce with a nod of my head.

“Excuse me?” Morgan looks baffled by my admission.

“I’ll make a move.” Morgan opens his mouth to make a response but quickly shuts up when Y/N rounds the corner to her desk next to mine.

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THE NEXT DAY

SPENCER’S POV

I am making my move. Ok, it's a small move, but from all the rom-coms Garcia has made me watch with her, I think it is justified as a move. I walked into the BAU that day 15 minutes earlier than usual with two cups of coffee in my hand, trying to keep my head up high.

A splash of milk, two sugars.

I took a deep breath as I spotted her, nose deep in a file as she kept pushing her fallen hair behind her ears. She looked perfect, always perfect. Before I could lose my courage I strutted towards her, tapping her on the shoulder. Slightly startled she looked up at me, fear quickly dissipating when we looked into each other's eyes.

“Oh hey, good morning Spencer!” She greeted me with that beautiful smile of hers.

“Hey, yeah uh good morning Y/N.”

She looked skeptical as she went to speak again, “You’re here earlier than usual. I would guess you had paperwork you had to finish but you never seem to have a problem getting that done quick.” She giggled at the end of her statement and I swear I could listen to that sound on replay for the rest of my life and I wouldn’t get sick of it.

I looked at my feet bashfully with a light chuckle, “You're not wrong, I actually came in early for you.” I looked back up at her with hopeful eyes, only to see her look confused.

“For me?” I nodded in confirmation and she raised her eyebrows as if to say she needed me to explain.

“I noticed you coming in early and figured the least I could do was get you some coffee to assist your studies. I’m 99% sure I got your order right, I’ve seen you in the kitchen a few times, and well uh good memory you know.” She laughed at this, taking the coffee I extended towards her and taking a sip.

“Mhmm wow that's great coffee,” She looked at me then eyes full of sincerity, “Thank you, Spencer, truly, this is the nicest thing someone has done for me since I moved here.”

I felt a flutter in my chest and I willed myself to continue. “I was also wondering if maybe on one of our days off you’d grant me the pleasure of getting coffee with you. You know, outside of work where we can drink it over a table rather than murder files.” She laughed and for a second my heart stops. I should have seen this coming, I mean why would she agree to go out with me? She is beautiful and smart and-

“I’d love to.”

“Wait really?” I blurted before I could stop myself.

She bit her lip softly, “Yes really Spencer, I’d love to go out with you.” I couldn’t stop the smile that took over my face. I did it. I made a move. And it worked.

I didn’t even notice the rest of the team come in until I heard Hotch yell,

"We have a case."

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We had finished debriefing on the plane and I sat next to Morgan and across from JJ and Y/N while I read to pass the time. I looked up from my book, originally only trying to sneak a glance at Y/N but when I did I noticed her dazed-out look. Her head was bobbling on top of her body as if it was going to make her tip forward and hit her forehead on the table between us.

“Y/N,” She looked up slowly at her name, and Morgan and JJ also turned to look at her. “Are you ok?”

“I uh, yeah I’m fine.” She stuttered out, voice far too slurred for my liking. It seemed JJ was concerned too, motherly instincts kicking in.

“Sweetheart are you sure? You don’t look too good,” JJ reached her hand over to Y/N’s forehead to feel her temperature, and judging by JJ’s growing look of concern it wasn’t good. “You're burning up Y/N.” Gently JJ used her hand on her forehead to push Y/N’s head back to rest on her seat.

“Yeah, I’m actually not feeling too good. I think I’m having an allergic reaction, but I haven’t eaten anything to cause it. I usually would take a Lactaid to prevent this.” Y/N seemed to suppress a gag at the end of talking, getting up, and briskly walking to the bathroom. While I just sat there in horror.

“I poisoned Y/N,” I spoke aloud to Morgan and JJ causing both of them to look at me with wide eyes, so I quickly elaborated. “This morning I bought her coffee, I was just trying to make a move like Morgan told me! It all feels so stupid now I can't believe it worked. But anyway I could have sworn I knew her order, I’ve seen her make her coffee countless times in the kitchen. A splash of the milk in the blue carton, the 2%, and two packets of sugar! How can she possibly be allergic to milk?” I rambled looking between Morgan and JJ, searching for answers.

“A splash of Lactaid milk,” JJ says, a slightly amused smile playing on her lips. I look at her confused.

“The blue carton she pours into her coffee is lactose-free milk. She buys her own and keeps it in the fridge here for her coffee. She usually gets black coffee when she buys it out.” She explains and I am mortified. I sit there speechless. I made her sick, I gave her exactly what she couldn’t have. I’ve been admiring her for three months how could I not know she had an allergy?

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The team was at the local police office building working on the case, except for Y/N. She was sent straight to the hotel when we landed, too sick to be working. I tried to focus but my mind was consumed with worrying thoughts. She was sick and alone, how was she doing, was she feeling better? I needed to know.

“Go.” Hotch’s voice took me from my thoughts.

“What?” I looked up at him confused.

“Go check on her. We can do without you, you’re not much help like this anyway.”

I tried to act confused as if I had no idea what he meant but ultimately decided there was no use, landing on a simple, “Thank you.” Before walking out.

The drive to the hotel was quick and after easily securing an extra key to her room from the concierge, I was on my way up to her. Trying to be respectful I lightly knocked, before unlocking the door when I got no response. In the room I found her curled up in a ball on the bed, and a piece of my heart chipped to see her look distressed during something as peaceful as sleep.

On her bedside table was a bottle of water, an open case of ibuprofen, and a cup of mint tea. I moved next to her, gently sitting on the side of the bed as I sealed the bottle of medicine. Looking over at her I tenderly moved a piece of hair out of her face, cursing myself when I saw her eyelids flutter.

“Sp-Spence?” My heart whirled at the new nickname she bestowed on me but I knew it wasn't the time to dwell on that.

“Hey, hey, I just came to check on how you’re doing?” I kept my voice soft, only dreaming it could ease some of the pain I caused her. I went to draw my hand away from her face but she lightly grabbed my wrist, placing my hand on her cheek before nustling into it.

“I’m better now that you’re here.” I was surprised at her actions as well as her words, chalking most of it up to her not feeling well. I was just glad that she kept her eyes closed, hiding my growing blush from her.

“Y/N, there uh is something I need to tell you.” She opened her eyes then, sitting up a little, looking at me slightly worried.

“What is it, Spencer?”

I cleared my throat before speaking, “I think I am the reason you got sick. You see I wasn’t aware of your allergies, and I got you milk in your coffee this morning. I'm so so sorry, I should’ve asked, or just got you plain coffee, I wasn’t thinking-”

“Spence, shh.” She respectfully stopped my rambling and continued speaking with a giggle, “Don’t worry about it you didn’t know. I'm not mad at you. Plus you can make it up to me by buying my coffee on our date when we get back.”

My eyebrows raised, “You still want to go out with me?”

She looked at me like I was stupid, scoffing humorously, “Of course Spencer. I like you, and your causing me to have a stomach ache isn’t enough to change that.” I smiled, feeling like I had won the lottery. She liked me.

“Ok then, well I- Is there anything I can do?”

“Yeah, you can stay with me for a while.”

I thought she couldn't possibly surprise me more. But hell if I was going to deny her what she wanted. I would give her everything she wanted for the rest of my life if she let me. A small smile tugged at her lips when I told her.“Of course, yeah I can stay a while.”

She patted the bed next to her, non-verbally asking me to sit down next to her. I didn’t object to going next to her, but I didn’t want to push any boundaries she may have too far, making sure to have a comfortable distance between us. She had a different idea though as she scooted closer to me, laying her head on my chest.

“Is this okay?” She asked me quietly.

I pulled her in closer, never wanting to let go.

“This is perfect.”

#spencer x reader #spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid x you #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid angst #spencer reid x reader fluff #spencer reid x reader angst #bau!reader #criminal minds #jennifer jareau #derek morgan

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tdinyomomma · 8 months

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TDWT CODY X READER Info

[Name] [Last Name] is a known world famous actress. Also known for being a huge germaphobe, what got her into the Total Drama fiasco? Chris McLean repeatedly hitting up her agent so his ratings could go up he needed [Name] on his show. Now she’s stuck in a contract she can’t get out of. She might as well be in it to win it even though the amount of money doesn’t even compare what’s in this famous actress’s bank account.

[Name] [Last Name]

Age: 16

Height: 5’0

Body type: yours

Hair type: yours

Outfit: light purple shirt, blue jeans, black shoes and there’s a hand sanitizer connected on the right belt loop.

CHAPTERS HERE!

1. The Award Winning Actress

2. Walk Like An Egyptian Pt. 1

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nametakensff · 7 months

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I'll show you disease (B/illy, S/tranger T/hings)

Here's a 3.8k nasty fic no-one asked for of E/ddie selling B/illy weed at a house party when B/illy is sick with some evil cold or flu bug. AU of some kind in which they are both alive and nothing exceptional ever happened to them so they're just getting on with life 🤷‍♀️

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Content:

M/M but not really (they hate each other), Cold/flu sneezes, voyeurism, E/ddie has the fetish, E/ddie is germaphobic but conflicted over it, some mentions of mess, contagion, sneezing in someone's face, mentions of masturbation

CW: Non-consensual contagion, very brief mention of someone throwing up, some suppressed shame over the fetish, homophobic and ableist slurs, physical violence, young men being fucking stupid and aggressive

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I really should emphasise this is a pretty seedy fic. No nice feelings to be had, just pure nasty fetish content I had to get out of my system 😅

NSFW, minors please DNI!

Eddie leaned up against the back wall of the fancy house he was currently lurking behind, black metal lunch box in hand. He hadn’t wanted to show up to this fucking shitshow of a house party. It had quite literally been the last thing he had wanted to do. This was his third time taking calculus and he had a stack of equations to get through before the homework was due on Friday. He hated that shit, hated it with a passion, and yet – he would rather be crouched over his desk, chewing the end of his pencil to wood chips and dying of boredom, than be at this party. But his amp had finally given out on him and he’d burned through any and all drug money this month already. He knew selling weed and ket to teenagers wasn’t exactly a respectable occupation, but nobody would hire him in this fucking town, even to flip burgers, and he sure as fuck wasn’t going to bug Wayne for cash. So he was here, trying to tune out the blare of some trash Oingo Boingo song and working his way through a crumpled pack of cigarettes.

There was a sudden commotion to his left. A jock pushed his way through a gaggle of students and made it halfway down the (extensive, perfectly mown) lawn before emptying his guts noisily. Eddie wrinkled his nose at the sight before tossing his cigarette to ground and grinding it out on the (obviously pricey and incredibly tasteful) flagstones. Why him, why him.

It was nearing the end of November, and Hawkins was fucking cold. He snuggled into his leather jacket, for all the good it did him. The other partygoers didn’t seem to notice the freezing temperature at all – but then again, they had enough cheap alcohol in their system to anesthetise a family of elephants, so it made sense. He’d have to break out his trench coat soon, and after that, his woefully ratty puffer jacket. He hated that shit, a total style-cramper of a coat, but vanity be damned. It was the only thing that successfully kept out the cold.

He sniffled, nose starting to run a little. He swiped across his philtrum, grimacing at the dampness pooling there and how freezing the tip of his nose was. He really, really didn’t want to get sick, not with whatever plague was going round Hawkins High this year. He’d had a close call with Gareth last week, had disbanded Hellfire mid-session in a desperate attempt to separate himself and everyone else from what had to be the fastest and messiest progression of an upper-respiratory infection he had ever seen. It seemed like half his classes were empty, not that he particularly gave a fuck about that. He would rather the sick students actually stay at home than brave coming to school and give their germs to him.

It was strange, to be so disgusted by the thought of himself being sick but find the contagion aspect of it so incredibly erotic. The other day he’d been making his way to his locker between classes when he’d seen and heard one of the senior cheerleaders – he forgot her name – erupt into a dramatic fit of seven girly sneezes that sent her pitching forward into steepled hands, before using said germy hands to open the door of a classroom. He took a detour to the bathroom to calm himself – from both the creeping anxiety and sudden rush of blood to his groin.

The sound of something shattering inside the house followed by drunken whooping and cheering pulled him out of his thoughts. He rolled his eyes and lit his third – or was it his fourth? – cigarette of the evening. He really should lay off the things, especially if he wanted to strengthen his immune system, but right now he needed something to occupy his mind. Business was slow-going, partially due to the fact that half the student body was sick, and partially due to the fact that he was in no mood to actively socialise and be surrounded by wasted teenagers while George Michael was blaring loudly enough to give him a tension headache. Funny that Iron Maiden never did that to him, even at the maximum volume of his car speakers.

A couple more sales should get him what he wanted. He could probably make more if he put in the effort, but it was just not one of those days. The thought that he would probably make easier sales going door to door selling Robitussin this week passed through his mind, and he chuckled at the absurdity of it.

“Hh’RRrSSHhh’uhh!!”

Nearly dropping his cigarette, Eddie’s body perked up immediately at the sound of what was, at least to his ears, an incredibly sexy sneeze. Gruff, irritated and masculine, it echoed a little in the garden and at least three girls called out blessings in response. He listened for a beat as the culprit offered no thank you’s, trying not to hold his breath in anticipation for what he hoped was a second sneeze.

“Hh-!! HAHhh’TSCcchhh’uh!!”

Ooh, that sounded desperate. And so wet. He took a drag on his cigarette and let himself luxuriate on the exhale and the sound of the sneeze looping in his mind. It was a welcome respite from the boredom and shitty pop music. Eddie scanned what he could of the garden from his vantage point but couldn’t see anyone that looked like they were recovering from a fierce double of sneezes. Maybe they’d made their way outside to sneeze before heading back in? Either way, it seemed like that was it. He was a little disappointed he wouldn’t get to hear any more. Those sneezes had been hot, plain and simple, admittedly leaving his jeans a little tighter than before. He was grateful that he was partial to black jeans and had found a particularly shadowy corner to skulk in. It wasn’t as if anyone was coming over anyway.

It was as he was sighing in frustration and taking a final drag on the stump of his cig that he heard honest-to-god footsteps approaching him from the left. He straightened up, ready to turn on as much charm as he could to secure the last 20 to 30 dollars he needed.

His smile dropped the second he took in the sight of the man approaching him, and it took him almost all of his energy to stop himself from groaning out loud. He kept his cool, flicking the cigarette butt to the ground and standing up straight.

“Hargrove! Fancy meeting you here.”

As he had expected he would, Billy downright snarled at him.

“Cut the shit, Munson. I’m not here to fucking chit-chat.”

Eddie smirked.

“Oh, believe me, honey, I know. You want a half-ounce of reefer?”

Billy bristled at the pet name, also just as Eddie had expected. He loved messing with the guy, even if it earned him a couple of punches here and there. Billy would never rough him up totally – the dude was insane, most likely a certifiable sociopath, but he wasn’t stupid. He knew that Eddie was both the fastest and cheapest way to get a fix, and it would do no good to brain his dealer over some light teasing.

“Yeah. Hurry up, freak.”

Eddie made a point of opening his lunch box as slowly as possible, delighting in the way the vein on Billy’s forehead was starting to bulge. He had no idea why the girls flocked to such a douchebag. Hargrove was good looking, he knew that – he had eyes. But there was this aura around the guy – something just not right about him. Girls didn’t even give him a chance, though he knew that was partially due to his own doing. Anyway. Weed. He could only joke around so much before Billy reached the end of his tether.

He held the plastic bag up to Billy, jumping back and out of reach when Billy made a grab for it.

“Munson, I swear to god –“

“Cash first, doll-face. Twenty dollars.” Eddie smirked at him.

“Fucking fag.” Billy grumbled but reached into his pocket and rummaged around anyway. He pulled out two crumpled tens and was half-started proffering them to Eddie when he suddenly froze. Eddie frowned and tilted his head, wondering what the fuck was happening until a sudden flicker of movement at the centre of Billy’s face – his nostrils giving a violent twitch – had him zoning in like a hawk.

An intense look of irritation was taking over Billy’s features in a distinctively pre-sneeze fashion. Despite himself, Eddie felt a tingle of anticipation race down his spine. Hargrove was a psycho, but he was a hot psycho, and it would be a lie if he said he wasn’t at least a little curious to hear him sneeze. The metalhead continued to feign confusion so that he could carry on watching Billy’s expression crumple, and, to his utter delight, listen as the younger man issued a couple of soft gasps, the tickle teasing him mercilessly.

Eddie licked his lips, a nervous habit and nothing more, but was nonetheless relieved that Billy was far too distracted to notice. And man, was he distracted. He didn’t mask the desperation on his face at all – if anything, he seemed to lean into it, nostrils twitching and flaring as his tongue pressed against his bottom lip. He looked ridiculous, which was to say painfully erotic, at least to Eddie. Stupid, sexy psychopath.

Finally, the tickle seemed to crest, and with a final gasp, Billy was pitching forward with a wrenching sneeze.

“HuHh’RRrrrschh!!”

Eddie jumped out of the way just in time, clumsily stepping back from the glittering cloud of spray that the younger man let out unhindered. He paused for a moment, in which Eddie watched the aerosol of the sneeze dissipate gently in the cold night air, before his head tipped forward with another harsh expulsion.

“HH’TTSCHhhGH!!”

The spray was even denser this time as Billy sneezed forcefully through clenched teeth. Eddie licked his lips again, couldn’t help himself. No question about it, Hargrove was definitely the source of those earlier, cock-throbbingly sexy sneezes, and he had a front-row seat to the absolute spectacle of it all. The lack of manners and etiquette, the way the younger man just let loose with no regard for the fact that Eddie had been standing well within the splash zone was an unfortunate and very potent turn-on. The metalhead shifted from one foot to the other, reaching a hand into his pocket and squeezing his cock through his jeans in a weak attempt to wrangle it into submission.

Billy righted himself, blinking through bleary, wet eyelashes for a moment and shaking his head, looking for all the world like the sneezes had temporarily sent him on a trip to another dimension. He snuffled and Eddie winced. That did not sound healthy. He watched as the younger man wiped his damp lips and nostrils on the back of his free hand before thrusting the bills out toward him, as if nothing at all had occurred.

“Uhh, bless you.” Eddie offered, hearing the thinly veiled disgust (and something else) in his own voice. He could have sworn he actually felt the germs being transferred from paper to skin as he slid the tainted money into his pocket, making sure not to graze his erection as he went.

Billy said nothing, didn’t even so much as grunt, just stared Eddie down with those cold blue eyes and held out his empty hand for the drugs. Eddie pressed the bag into his palm, trying not to stare but failing as Billy used the thumb and forefinger of his other hand to swipe at his nostrils – pinching them shut before pulling down towards his septum, transferring the dampness to his fingertips.

“Always a pleasure, Hargrove.” Eddie muttered under his breath, snapping his lunch box closed and turning to make his way the fuck off the property and back to the safe, germless confines of his van. He flinched at the sudden sensation of Billy gripping his shoulder tight. A confusing wave of disgust and arousal flowed through him as he realised it was the hand he had just been using to tend to his nose.

“Wait. Do you have any joints, pre-rolled?”

Eddie did, but they were his.

“I do, but they’re mine. Let go.”

He attempted to free himself from the grip, but Billy squeezed tighter. Accepting a quick defeat, he rolled his eyes and reached into the interior pocket of his jacket. With crazies like Hargrove, when they were on one like this, it was better to give them what they wanted. For a price, of course. He held it up so that Billy could see but not reach.

“I want another ten for this.”

He was absolutely pushing his luck, and he knew it. If Billy got violent, he’d cut his losses and fork it over, but he may as well try and milk the situation just a little. To his surprise, Billy just nodded, letting go of his shoulder and rooting around in his pocket for another bill. When he handed it over with no fanfare, Eddie handed him the joint and eagerly snatched at the money.

He was about to leave again when he noticed Billy, joint perched in his mouth, patting his own leather jacket up and down and cussing under his breath. He should have just turned and gone, would have under any other circumstances. If Billy the bigot couldn’t find his lighter, it was no skin off his teeth. It’s just, he had absolutely ripped the guy off, and he was clearly sick…

“Need a light?” He offered, flipping his own lighter open.

Billy regarded him for a moment before grunting, securing the joint between two fingers and allowing Eddie to lean forward and light the tip for him. He took a long drag before exhaling the smoke out of his nostrils – something Eddie had seen him do a number of times before, but never with such a miserably stuffy nose. Billy was coughing almost instantly before a shaky inhale tipped his blonde head backwards in preparation for another bout of sneezing.

His nostrils looked great when they flared like that, Eddie thought to himself, no longer giving a fuck about his lingering gaze now that it was evident Billy was entirely incapacitated by the tickle in his nose. He watched through unblinking eyes as those pinkening nostrils flared to capacity, stomach fluttering a little as Billy took in that final, heaving breath before he was pushed over the edge.

“Hh’RRISCHHhh’uh!! HaHH’TSCCHhhh!! ‘TTtSCHHhhttt!!”

A triple this time. Eddie watched as Billy sprayed the air thrice, each sneeze increasing in sloppy intensity and sending shivers of pleasure down his spine. The thought of catching those sneezes with his palm, feeling the force and drenching wetness of them first-hand sent such a sudden rush of blood to his stiffening cock that he almost swooned with it.

Billy appeared just as winded post-sneeze as Eddie felt. He hated that he felt pity for the guy, knew he didn’t deserve it, but it was there all the same, tugging at his goddamn heartstrings. He should just go. Instead, he opened his big, dumb mouth.

“You shouldn’t be smoking that shit when you’re sick, man.”

“Fuck off. I’m not sick.” Billy sniffled thickly, glaring at him as he took another drag from the joint and exhaling through his mouth this time.

“Right, sure. And I’m the pope. You clearly have the fucking disease that’s left Hawkins High on its knees this past couple of weeks.”

Billy pointedly ignored him. Eddie carried on anyway.

“You graduated, man. What the fuck are you doing at a high school party, other than swapping spit with some poor teenage girls who don’t know any better – who totally, by the way, gave you a fucking radio-active strain of influenza.”

Billy stared at him, that icy-cold gaze that normally looked so composed and lifeless seeming just a little more heated than usual.

“Do you ever shut the fuck up, freak?”

“No, not really.”

“Maybe you fucking should. Burnout retard, still in High School at twenty and selling drugs to those ‘poor teenage girls’. Nobody cares what you think.”

He heard this shit on the daily from various douchebag jocks. It was nothing new. His normal response would have been to laugh, make some kind of overly theatrical gesture and walk away. For whatever reason – the fact that he had been concerned for this scumbag, the fact that he was freezing cold, the fact that he hated this party with a passion, who knew – he opened his mouth again.

“Yeah? At least I don’t look and sound like a fucking human petri dish of disease, sniffles.”

Billy came at him so fast he didn’t even have time to blink before he was slammed up against the wall, head smacking painfully back onto the brick.

“Mother fucker!” He hissed in pain, reaching up to grab at Billy’s wrists as he gripped him by his jacket. “Get the fuck off me, psycho!”

Billy smirked at him, leaned up close enough that for one terrifying, exhilarating second, Eddie thought he was going to kiss him.

“I’ll show you disease, you piece of shit.” Billy muttered, so close Eddie could feel the warmth of his breath as his lips all but grazed his own.

“What are you…” Eddie started before realisation spread through his veins like icy water. That familiar snarl of irritation was back, Billy’s nostrils twitching wide, jaw yawning open as the tickle overpowered him again. The metalhead was entranced for a beat, felt his traitorous cock throbbing in his jeans. This was like one of the private fantasies he would stroke himself off to, as whatever flavour of the month he fixated on would sneeze for him over and over in his mind, except this was actually happening. He could actually feel the puffs of Billy’s choppy inhales and exhales, watch the stretch and flare of his pretty, round nostrils as he built-up to what was sure to be another drenching explosion.

It was as he heard Billy take in that final, cinching breath that he snapped out of his lust-filled haze and started to push the younger man backwards, his grip having been temporarily weakened by the all-encompassing hold of the culminating tickle. He wasn’t fast enough though - the first wet sneeze hit him squarely in the face, spray bursting over him and forcing his eyes to reflexively squeeze shut.

“HAAHh’TSSCHHTtt!!!”

Eddie continued to push him, utilising Billy’s total surrender to his illness to unbalance him. He opened his eyes to watch the younger man stagger backwards, a second sneeze barrelling out of him and gracing the frigid air (and Eddie’s chin and neck) with a wide arc of germ-filled spray.

“HH’RRRSSCHhh’ww!!”

He stumbled forward onto one knee, inhaling again and tipping his head back for the most violent, definitive sneeze of the fit.

“HhHH’RISSSCHHH!!! Ough…”

This last sneeze sprayed juicy droplets of mess across the grass in front of him, so powerful that a couple of drops splattered the toes of Eddie’s sneakers. Billy looked up at him with a sick look of smugness and pleasure.

Eddie stared down at him in disbelief. When Billy started to chuckle like a fucking maniac, snot dripping from his nose all while he looked up at Eddie with those empty eyes, something snapped. He kicked Billy right in the sternum, forcing a winded groan out of him and sending him sprawling backwards onto the grass. Eddie lunged at him, straddling his torso before landing a series of punches all over his pretty-boy face. He had the sense to swing with his right arm only, sparing Billy the impact of the three heavy rings on his left hand, if only to avoid damage enough that he wouldn’t be spending a regrettable night at Hawkins police station.

Five punches in, Eddie realised Billy wasn’t fighting back. His stomach dropped, and for a brief moment of panic he thought he’d knocked him out or worse, but those fears were assuaged as Billy righted himself, head lolling back to rest on the grass as he stared back up at Eddie. The grin plastered to his face was deeply unnerving. He was also boiling hot; Eddie could feel the heat emanating off the torso between his thighs even through his jeans. Feeling the anger dissipate and wanting only to be as far away from the guy as possible, he scrambled to his feet. Billy continued to smirk up at him, even as his left cheek was starting to swell.

Eddie scrubbed at his face with his sleeve, a delayed reaction that would serve very little purpose at this point but gave him something to do to break eye contact.

“I’m charging you double from now on, you dumb motherfucker.” He spat, knowing even as he said it that it was a bluff.

Billy continued to lie back on the grass and started laughing like a total fucking maniac. Eddie had had enough – he was an expert at throwing people off their game but Hargrove was on a completely different level. He was genuinely batshit insane. He snatched his lunch box off the ground and stomped his way down the expansive garden towards the street. He heard Billy’s laughter trail off, grateful for the temporary reprieve until he heard a telltale gasp.

“HuHH’TSSSCHHH’uu!! Hah-!! TSCCCHHHSsstt!!”

Even through the anger, the discomfort, the disgust, his stomach still fluttered at the sound of them. Several minutes later he was back in his van, debating whether or not to claw his own facial skin off, cursing under his breath as he fumbled to start his sputtering engine. He wasn’t escaping this fucking sickness, no way in hell. Not after Billy had…He shook his head, still in genuine shock and some degree of self-recrimination for simply not walking away the second he saw that psycho approaching him. The fever must have fried the guy’s fucking brain, because what the fuck. What the fuck.

His engine finally roared to life and he was peeling down the road far faster than was both advisable and legal. He wanted nothing more than to strip naked and scrub himself germ-free before collapsing into his bed and pretending this entire evening had never happened. Never mind that he was hard as a rock. He definitely didn’t need to address the fact that the second he was in the shower his hand would be creeping down his stomach before wrapping his erection in a firm grip. No need to dwell on how he would probably be coming against the tiled wall until his legs were shaking, conjuring both the image of Billy’s pink nostrils flared to perfect circles, and the sound of his cold-induced sneezes as they burst across his skin.

He stomped on the gas, letting the thrill of his reckless driving drown out the uncomfortable thoughts, at least until he made it back to the trailer.

#no romance and no s/teve in this one at all #and i didn't make e/ddie sneeze even once?? insanity #s/tranger t/hings #nametakenfic #snzfucker #sneeze fic #sneeze kink #snz kink #snz fet #snzblr #sneeze fucker

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*How Sejanus got accepted by his Capitol peers* Read [this] first.

Festus: Hi, Snow bro!

Coryo: Hi, Creed. How’s life?

Festus: Pretty great! Yesterday, my mom even gave me some sweet baby potatoes to share with my rats!

Coryo: Your mom’s weird.

Festus: She’s on her ✨me and myself era✨.

Coryo: How about your dad?

Festus: Rehab.

Coryo: Poor guy.

Festus: Don’t worry about it. I’m practically the man of the house now!😎

Coryo: Festus, you’re 8.

Festus: You’re 8 too.

Coryo: I’m an orphan.

Festus: I live in a cozy dumpster without any parental supervision. So technically speaking, I’m also an orphan-

Sejanus: *appears out of nowhere and hugs Coryo like a koala* Greetings, my love!😍

Coryo: Hi, Seji Pie.

Festus: Coryo, who’s the new kid and why is he hugging you like a giant koala on crack?

Coryo: He’s my new friend-

Sejanus: Hi! I’m Coryo’s boyfriend and future husband!

Festus: Future husband?

Sejanus: Yup! I’m Sejanus Plinth! Nice to meet you!

Festus: Um- I’m Festus Creed-

Sejanus: Do you want to be the ✨Best Man✨ at our wedding?😀

Festus: You’re already planning your wedding?!

Sejanus: Of course we are! After all, it’s going to be the ✨Royal Wedding of The Century✨!😍

Festus: But I’m too young to be your ✨Best Man✨!

Coryo: And I’m too young to have a boyfriend or fiancé, but here we are.😑

Sejanus: My Coryo is so cute and shy. I want to hug him forever!

Festus: Forever?

Sejanus: And ever and ever!

Festus: Snowy, my cabbage loving brother, are you sure about him?

Coryo: His family is rich.

Festus: Richer than Arachne?

Coryo: Yes.

Festus: Nice! *turns to Sejanus and gives him a bear hug* Welcome to the Capitol, Sej! You’re now my new best mate!

Sejanus: *hugs back* Oh, thank Panem! A new friend to keep and hide in my home!

Festus: You’ll keep me where?

Sejanus: I’m so happy, my love!

Coryo: Whatever you say, Babe.

Sejanus: We should celebrate!

Festus: Yey! Free food!

Coryo: Can we order chicken nuggets and fries today?

Sejanus: Anything and everything you want, my love!😍

Festus: Can Odysseus and Penelope celebrate with us?😀

Sejanus: Sure! Where are they?

Festus: *shows them his 2 favorite freaky pet rats instead* This is Odysseus and this is Penelope! Aren’t they cute?🥰

Sejanus: They’re rats?!

Coryo: Ugly looking rats.

Festus: Yup! But I just call them Ody and Penny for short.

Sejanus: Are they even clean?

Festus: Clean as me!😊

Sejanus: Do they have rabies?

Festus: Rabies? Is that edible?

Sejanus: Festus-

Coryo: *whispers to Sejanus* Creed is currently living in a “cozy” rat infested dumpster without parental supervision.

Sejanus: *whispers back* Why? Is his family homeless and poor?

Coryo: No. They’re rich.

Sejanus: So why the dumpster?

Coryo: His crazy mother is the current ✨Queen of Neglect✨.

Sejanus: And his dad?

Coryo: Rehab.

Sejanus: Rehab?!

Festus: Yeah.😞 My germaphobe dad was forced by my evil mom to live in a dumpster for 2 years because of the rebels.

Sejanus: That’s so sad!

Festus: More like a tragedy. He was even loved and respected by many. However, after the war, my poor dad became borderline catatonic and unresponsive.

Sejanus: But what about your mother?!

Festus: She’s on her ✨me and myself era✨.😔

Coryo: It’s the war trauma. I mean, Mr. Creed’s a germaphobe and he was forced by his crazy wife to hide in a filthy dumpster for too long.

Festus: It’s ok. I still love my dad and my darling dumpster.

Sejanus: You’re making me cry, Creed!😭

Coryo: Babe, don’t feel bad. Festus is fine. He’s doing great! Look!

Festus: *is now talking to his pet rats* Oh, you look so beautiful as always, Penny!☺️

Penelope: *happily squeaks in return*

Festus: Oh, thank you, Penny!

Odysseus: *squeaks in jealousy*

Festus: Ody, don’t be jelly. Penny is your wife.

Coryo: Yup. He’s totally fine.

Sejanus: But he’s talking to rats!

Coryo: That’s normal. It’s part of the ✨Capitol Culture✨.

Sejanus: Talking to ugly rats is a ✨Capitol Culture✨?!

Festus: And heritage!

Sejanus: Coryo-

Coryo: Talking to “sacred” animals is part of being Capitol, my love.

Festus: Except for birds. We don’t talk to birds.

Sejanus: Why?

Coryo: Birds can snitch on you.

Sejanus: That is so weird.

Coryo: You’ll get used to it.

Sejanus: Have you ever-

Coryo: Talked to animals before? Sure! I do it almost every day! I even had to bargain with an angry wild dog for some lima beans and expired ham last night.

Sejanus: You can bargain with wild animals?!

Coryo: It’s a Corso thing.

Festus: We’re both from Corso.

Felix: *jumps out of nowhere* Hi, Coryo! Hi Creed! Who’s your new friend?

Sejanus: Hi! I’m Coryo’s husband!

Felix: Snowy is married already?!

Coryo: Not yet. He’s my friend-

Sejanus: Boyfriend.

Felix: Oh, ok. Nice to meet you. I’m Felix Ravinstill!

Sejanus: You’re an evil scheming Ravinstill?!

Felix: I’m sad now.😢

Coryo: Babe, don’t call our poor Felix evil. He’s sensitive.

Sejanus: But he’s a Ravinstill!

Festus: He’s our baby!

Felix: I’m baby.

Sejanus: Oh. Sorry. I didn’t know.

Felix: It’s fine. I’m used to it.

Sejanus: Being called evil all the time by complete strangers?

Felix: Along with my family.

Sejanus: And you’re not bothered by that?

Felix: It’s a reoccurring Ravinstill problem.😞

Festus: True. I mean, the Districts already hate us for barely winning the war.

Coryo: To be fair, we only won the war because everyone on both sides quickly declared a ceasefire to mourn the death of my gorgeous father and his gorgeous looks.

Sejanus: Oh, yeah! My evil old man mentioned that tragic news to me before. He was even crying his heart out and screaming at everyone that he will never ever recover and truly love again.

Coryo: My father’s death really affected your Pa that much?

Sejanus: Yup. My scheming father and ✨Gorgeous General Crassus✨ were extremely close-

Coryo: How close?

Sejanus: They were roommates.

Coryo: You do know that my dad’s death was just an accident, right?

Sejanus: Really?

Coryo: Unfortunately.

Festus: The rebel who shot Snowy’s daddy even cried and confessed on live TV that it was just an honest mistake on his part.

Felix: True. The poor bastard was supposed to aim his rifle at the sky to signal their whereabouts, but ✨Gorgeous General Crassus✨ was such a catch that he and his other rebel friends got distracted-

Coryo: Leading to my poor daddy’s accidental death. End of story.

Felix: However, because of that incident, people from both sides began to hate my family even more.

Festus: Not gonna lie, sending ✨Panem’s Prettiest Player✨ to the front lines without any warning or explanation was our country’s biggest mistake.😔

Felix: Coryo, I’m so sorry!

Coryo: Felix, it’s fine. You don’t have to feel sorry for me all the time.

Sejanus: Even though District 13 started the war that almost eradicated all of you?

Felix: District 13? What’s that? Is that food?

Coryo: *whispers to Sejanus* His irreversible war trauma is currently protecting him from the ugly realities of this world.

Sejanus: *whispers back* So District 13 still exist?

Coryo: I’m poor. So let’s just pretend it doesn’t exist anymore.

Sejanus: Whatever you say, my love!

Coryo: But seriously, Felix is a good guy. You can rely on him.

Felix: Half of my family is either crazy or shady.

Sejanus: And the other half?

Felix: They’re just a bunch of Bichon Frisé puppy worshippers.

Sejanus: And which half do you belong to?

Felix: I’m a Bichon Frisé puppy worshipper.😔

Sejanus: By force?

Felix: Yeah. My family doesn’t even know that I’m actually a big Hello Kitty fan.

Sejanus: Do you even like dogs?

Felix: I have to like them or else my granduncle and my mother might disown me.

Coryo: His crazy granduncle is the ✨President of Panem✨.

Festus: And his mother is the ✨Vice President✨.

Felix: They’re also the leaders of the famous ✨Bichon Frisé Cult✨.

Sejanus: Your mother is the same woman who declared that eating cold spaghetti on Winter Solstice is a crime against humanity?!

Felix: Yeah. That’s my mom. She’s a true Ravinstill through and through.

Sejanus: And your dad?

Felix: Is also a Ravinstill.

Sejanus: So your parents are related?

Felix: We’re Capitol Nobles.

Sejanus: So?

Felix: That means that we’re all related to each other. Even Coryo, Festus, and I are family.

Festus: By blood!

Coryo: We’re cousins.

Sejanus: Really?! How come?

Coryo: We all share a common great great grandfather.

Sejanus: That still doesn’t add up-

Festus: He had 24 daughters and 16 sons.

Felix: And I have hundreds of cousins roaming around the city.

Sejanus: Yeah, I can see it now.

Felix: Don’t even ask me about my deadly family reunions.😞

Sejanus: So that means that my future children with Coryo will have the crazy Ravinstill blood running through their veins-

Felix: You can’t run from my ever expanding bloodline, bro. Sooner or later, your family will also be part of it.😔

Sejanus: But that’s impossible!

Coryo: Just accept the inevitable.

Sejanus: Ok! No problem, my love!😍

Felix: So can we start over?

Sejanus: Sure! You start.

Felix: Oh, ok. Um- Hi! I’m Felix and I love butterflies!

Sejanus: Hi! I’m Sejanus and I love my Coryo!

Felix: That’s great! I support you! Let’s be friends!

Sejanus: Yey! Another new friend!

Coryo: Yey. I’m hungry. Let’s go eat and celebrate, Babe.

Festus: Free food!

Felix: New friend!

Lysistrata: *slides out of nowhere* Can we be friends too?

Apollo: Let’s be friends, new kid!

Diana: Me too!

Androcles: And me!

Gaius: Do you like squirrels?

Io: Do you like cheese?

Dennis: Let’s do some business ventures together!

Persephone: Have you seen my stew?

Palmyra: Try this expired muffin! I baked it myself!😀

Vipsania: Do you workout?

Domitia: Do you like cows?

Iphigenia: You can buy your groceries at my place!

Juno: A rich District peasant?!

Florus: I’m just here for the food.

Arachne: Is your sandwich recipe better than mine?

Urban: Do you like meth- I mean, math?

Pup: Do you like to sleep upside down?

Hilarius: Do I look good in shorts?

Festus: No! Shoo! Go away! Sejanus is my new friend!

Coryo: And my boyfriend!

Felix: Can we order pasta?

Apollo: Please be my friend!

Diana: Pretty please!🥺🙏

Florus: Where’s the food?

Androcles: Let’s be war baddies!

Coryo: Do you mean buddies?

Androcles: They’re the same thing.

Coryo: No, they’re not.

Androcles: Then we shall-

Sejanus: Fine! We can all be best friends forever!

Androcles: Really?🥹

Sejanus: As long as you eat my gumdrops.

Androcles: Ok!

Livia: Ew. No.

Hilarius: By the way, shouldn’t we all be in school right now?

Arachne: Shouldn’t you?

Hilarius: Nah. School is boring.

Arachne: But-

Hilarius: Let’s go celebrate our newly forged friendship instead!🥳

Sejanus: To friendship!

Everyone: *except Livia and Arachne* To our shotgun friendship!

Florus: Free food! Let’s go!

Io: I’m so excited! This is my first time skipping school!

*Meanwhile, at school*

Clemensia: *is currently sitting alone with her pet hamster* Hercules, this is weird. Why am I the only one sitting in class today? Where is everyone?

Hercules:. . .

Clemensia: Seriously, where the heck is everyone?!

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fablesrose · 6 months

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Ch 6 - The Order 23 Job

Series Rewrite Masterlist

Pairing: Eliot Spencer x Ford!Reader

Description: The team messes with a dirty financial planner's mind by stealing a hospital and convincing him of a disease.

Words: 2355

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Our next job kept us in Massachusetts, where a finance guy had stolen money from his clients. Many had relied on him, only to leave them penniless. This was an interesting job, however, as he had already been charged for his crimes, in fact, we had shown up for his sentencing. The money he stole, though, was still missing.

We gathered in the courtroom, discussing the situation. Eddie, the mark, was going to a glorified prison in Florida that sounded more like a country club for only 18 months before he could come back and collect the nearly $400,000 he stashed before his trial.

“Alright, if this guy’s not afraid of prison,” Sophie started, “then what incentive does he have to tell us where the cash is?”

Nate didn’t have an answer.

“Nate, hate to rush you, but Eddie goes to prison in an hour so…” Parker probed.

“Yeah, yeah yeah…”

“Did you guys notice how much hand sanitizer that guy was using? Seems like a germaphobe on top of being a jerk. Makes me like him even less” I commented, mostly to myself.

“Did you like him at all?” Eliot asked me.

“No.”

Nate turned to us, “What are you more afraid of than prison?”

“Death?” Sophie guessed.

“And what are you more afraid of than death?” Nate raised the hand sanitizer Eddie had and looked at me, “Exactly.”

Nate quickly came up with a plan, Parker would sneakily drug Eddie’s water with some spy type vent menuevers. Nate would then pose as a doctor to keep Eddie in the area, even getting him to a hospital so we could have an even greater control over him. Once we stole the hospital of course.

Once we arrived Hardison and Parker set up equipment on an abandoned floor. Sound systems, cameras, anything you could think of to be able to convince Eddie that he was in an operational floor of the hospital. Nate sent me to grab some things with a list. Once everything was set up we met in one room which would be our makeshift HQ.

“Hey, are you sure there are no patients on this floor,” I asked after I had gathered all the stuff.

“No, they use this place for storage. We own it,” Hardison answered.

I nodded, setting the duffel I had down. “Alright, well here’s the stuff from the van, plus almost everything from the list. And by the way, nurses haven’t worn skirts with white stockings since the 70s.” I didn’t fail to catch the slight smirk that came from Hardison and Eliot when I said that.

“Guys listen up,” Nate caught our attention, “Eddie is here for an MRI, that gives us two hours. Don’t need to tell ya that’s not a lot of time. You might be playing multiple parts on this one.”

“Even me?” I asked, I hadn’t had a large role in a job yet, or any role at all for that matter.

“Yeah, even you,” Nate answered. “Parker, y/n, and I will be the medical team. Sophie, next door to the patient.”

Eliot and Hardison were bickering over shirts.

“Guys, just keep an eye on the Marshalls alright? We’ve got two hours starting now. Go.”

We split up with Eliot giving Hardison some last splitting words before walking off. Parker went down to the lobby to prepare and retrieve Eddie for the con. Nate went down in his doctor persona to meet them. Eliot and Hardison were down there dressed as cops to distract the marshals. I couldn’t help myself from taking a second look at Eliot in uniform before shaking my head to snap out of it. I was actually going to do something in this job, I had to prepare for it.

Sophie and I stayed on our floor, waiting for them to come back up. Sophie posed as a patient in the same room and chatted up Eddie when he got there.

“How’s this supposed to work?” Parker asked in our HQ room, “I barely dosed him with Rohypnol, I mean, it must’ve worn off by now. Especially with the rash.”

“Yeah, well look at him. I mean, he’s totally fine.” Nate answered. He handed me a script, “This thing, I need you to read on the…”

“PA?” I asked.

“PA thing, yeah.”

“Want me to make announcements?”

“Yeah, could you?”

“Yeah, you’re really selling the whole hospital experience.”

“No, that’s not what I’m selling.”

He didn’t explain further so I went to make the announcements he told me to. “Dr. Burns, please report to the cardiac ward. Dr. Burns, to the cardiac ward. Infectious disease unit, please pick up line 23. Infectious disease, pick up 23.”

When I came back Nate started to explain to the both of us, “See, you tell someone they have a bunch of symptoms, and the information gets processed in the executive center of the brain, right? Its job is to question assumptions, start an argument. But, if you suggest symptoms, you can bypass all that.”

“Like subliminal advertising?” Parker asked, asking my own question.

“It’s actually neuro linguistic programming. You know the gateway to the amygdala and… Which is the fear center of the brain,” Nate explained, “you asked what we’re selling, that’s what we’re selling.”

“So we’re selling fear?” Parker asked

“Yeah, we’re selling fear.”

“Lovely,” I commented, mostly to myself. The plans he comes up with are both amazing and somewhat frightening. I found it interesting I didn’t see as much of this growing up. It was like seeing a whole different side of him, and while he was still my uncle, I don’t think he was the same man anymore.

We watched on the cameras as Eddie became more paranoid with a fake special report on the TV and different recordings talking about contagions coming from the hallway. It all seemed to be going smoothly until the marshals discovered that Eddie was missing. Luckily Eliot convinced them to not call it in yet, but this was not ideal.

“So much for having two hours,” Parker said.

“We’re gonna stick to the original plan. We’re just gonna move things up. Eliot, lose the uniform, Sophie, it’s time,” Nate directed.

Sophie started to act disoriented and distressed, “I don’t feel good!”

The four of us, Nate, Parker, Eliot, and I all stormed the room with medical supplies. I pulled the curtain, and we all acted like we were doing things behind the curtain, giving Eddie shadows to look at while Nate barked orders. We simulated cpr and defibrillators before Eliot called time of death.

We all acted distressed at losing a patient as we rolled Sophie out on a gurney, leaving Eddie by himself.

Eliot went back downstairs to help Hardison stall the marshals.

“What do we do now?” Parker asked.

“Now, we wait. This is the stall. It’s no different than any other con.”

I took a mental note of that fact as I watched Eddie on the cameras. “Wait, his nose…” I pointed out, “Is that real blood?”

Eddie started screaming that he was bleeding.

“Yes, yes it is…” Nate replied.

“Did you just give a guy a nosebleed with the power of your mind?” Parker asked.

“Amygdala mania,” Nate said, “The almond tonsils…” He walked away quickly.

Parker turned to me, “did you know he could do that?”

I shook my head quickly.

“But you’re his niece!”

“I may be Nate’s niece, but…” I trailed off, not knowing how to finish the sentence.

Parker then looked at Sophie who entered the room in her normal clothes, “Is it just me or has Nate gotten a little sadistic since he quit drinking?”

“Is it just me or does that make him even more attractive?” Sophie responded before snapping her eyes to me as if just remembering I was there.

I just shrugged at her with my hands raised, “I’m not gonna comment.”

We continued to watch Eddie and listen to Hardison as he investigated the marshals a little bit when a guard came up to our floor. Nate told Sophie to take care of him, which she did in the form of an intimidating hazmat suit.

Hardison, on the other hand, had found some interesting things about one of the marshals in his car, namely that he wasn’t a marshal at all. He was a hitman sent to kill Eddie. Eliot was supposed to meet up with him, but Hardison couldn’t get him on comms. He took a somewhat drastic measure of speaking in code over the intercom of the hospital.

We had our own hands full playing with Eddie’s mind a bit more. Nate went in to him and explained a little bit about this virus that has been infecting people before collapsing. Me and Parker rushed in, trying to help him, all in character of course. We hauled him into the bed next to Eddie, where Sophie was before.

“I’m fine, you know. The rash is localized,” Nate said drowsily, “I just need an anti-inflammatory nurse. What, what are you doing?”

Parker handcuffed Nate to the bed, “I’m sorry, Order 23.”

“Wait, where are you going?” Eddie asked, “You can’t just leave me here!’

“Please, nurses!”

I tied a mask around my face and made a show of pulling Parker out of the room.

“Let me talk to CDC Atlanta,” Nate called.

Parker pulled back to answer him, “I can’t, they’re coming.”

“Who’s coming,” Eddie yelled, “wait! What is Order 23? Is it to leave us here to die?”

I made another act of pulling Parker away, “Come on, we’ve got to go now!”

“Please, get me out of here. I am not sick,” Eddie pleaded.

“Don’t listen to him,” Nate said, “Variant U cannot be released into the general population.”

“You heard him, I’m leaving right now!” I told Parker, “I’m not waiting for you anymore.” I dashed off down the hallway.

“It’s not my decision!” Parker told Eddie.

“Is it for $400,000?” Eddie asked. “Is it your decision then? I have it. Near here. And I’ll take you there, all you have to do is let me go, please!”

I smiled from my chair in our little HQ, we got him.

Nate cried no from his bed, begging Parker not to do it, but she released Eddie and led him out of the room.

Nate dashed from the room quickly after and joined me so we could clean up quickly to avoid the marshal that was reaching our floor. It wasn’t too long before the Marshal called it in that Eddie had escaped causing the whole hospital to be flooded by cops. We made our escape, Parker sticking with Eddie after he thought he tased her, the rest of us close behind.

Eddie led us right to the cash, which was hidden in the court house, ironically enough. Parker took the money after she punched him in the face, “Deal’s a deal.”

“So what happened, Eddie, huh?” Nate asked him. “You got a little bored during your trial, started looking around and you thought, ‘now what’s the last place someone would look for stolen money in this town?’”

Eddie looked from Eliot to Hardison who were holding him up to Nate before he started laughing.

“What’s so funny Eddie?” Eliot asked.

“I’m just thinking about all the crimes you committed today,” he pulled himself loose, “burglary, assault, kidnapping. I’m going to prison for eighteen months. But you, every one of you is looking at 25 to life.” He panted, backing away from us, “I know your faces. I know all your faces. I am really good with faces.You’re gonna pay for what you did to me. Right now!” He dashed off down the hallway as we heard sirens outside.

I rolled my eyes and moved my hands in a talking motion, mocking him, “ho, ho ho, I’m a jerk, AND an idiot!”

Eliot huffed a laugh before turning to Nate, wordlessly asking if we should follow.

Nate shook his head no.

We watched from a distance as Eddie got arrested, yelling like a maniac about us.

Nate exited the courthouse first, “So, here’s everything you need to know about criminal law. Every crime has two elements: Actus reus, the act itself, and mens rea, literally the guilty mind.”

“Wait, now you’re a doctor and a lawyer?” Hardison asked.

“Yes,” Nate answered without missing a beat, “Now, for the escape, the prisoner has to both break out of custody and show intent of escape.”

“Wait,” Sophie interjected, “So, if, let’s say, a prisoner was taken hostage during a jailbreak, then he wouldn’t be guilty of escape.”

“That’s a perfect example,” Nate praised.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I commented.

“Which brings us back to our friend Eddie,” Nate continued, not acknowledging me, “and how the brain reacts to fear. In the heat of the moment, Eddie didn’t ask himself one simple question, who would doubt his guilty mind?”

I leaned over to Eliot, “I wouldn’t have asked myself that.”

He just nodded at me.

There were a few loose ends that still needed to be cleaned up. We split up again, Eliot and Hardison had to go back to the hospital to take care of the fake marshal. I kept my comm in, just to listen and make sure everything went smoothly. What I wasn’t quite prepared for though, was Eliot’s request of the marshal.

When he came back, there was a moment with just the two of us.

“I heard what you asked that marshal to do. To help that kid…” I looked to see him ticking his jaw, “that was really good of you. I’m glad he had you to look out for him.”

He glanced at me for only a moment, “Yeah well…” He gave me a tight smile, but didn’t finish his thought. He looked at the time, gave me a curt nod, and left.

I looked at the time myself and thought it was time to head home, I quickly said my goodbyes to everyone else before heading back to my apartment, wondering if I said something wrong.

Tags: @isoldeahlstrom @kniselle

#eliot spencer x reader #eliot spencer #leverage #rewrite #slow burn #multichapter #nate ford #sophie devereaux #alec hardison #parker #ford!reader

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sugolara · 8 months

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𝙃𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚

ft. Tomura Shigaraki x fem! reader

series m.list || next

The light blue-haired male grumbled as he paced around his room. His hands scanned every shelf in search of a game that he remembered he owned and wished to play it once again. His hands knocked down a few trinkets and magazines which annoyed the male as it landed harshly on his foot.

His red eyes watched as a marbled rolled underneath his bed. Sighing and groaning in annoyance, Shigaraki crouched down and reached his hand underneath the bed. His fingers fidgeted as they searched for the marble but instead touched a box.

He was bewildered at what a box was doing underneath in his bed and so he pulled the box out, forgetting about the marble. Sitting on the floor with his back leaning onto the bed, he wiped the dusty box and his eyes were met with a big black bold X.

His eyes then widened a bit as he remembered what was inside the box. He wiped his hands onto his jeans and opened the brown dusty box.

He didn't grab anything yet, instead his eyes lingered on the objects, taking in all the memories that came along. A feeling of regret and longing ached in his heart.

Had he known what was going to happen next, he would have done something to prevent it.

✧˖*°࿐

Today was hot and Shigaraki knew better to take off his hoodie, but seeing as there is a mall cop after him and the younger teen wanting to mess around and annoy the cop he had decided to not take off his hoodie. He'd do it later.

Surfing through crowds, Shigaraki peered back onto to see that there were now two mall cops after him and they seemed to be faster. He grumbled and ran at a faster pace but unfortunately as he turned back in front he bumped into someone making them both land onto the pavement.

Shigaraki gripped his head letting out a few cursed words as the other unknown figure hissed in pain.

"Get back here you little shit!"

Before Shigaraki could get on his feet, his hoodie was yanked as someone began to pull him into the crowd. Regaining his senses, he and the other unknown figure were pulled behind a clothing store.

The two both puffed out air as they tried to catch their breaths.

"Dude, I totally thought we were going to get caught. I thought you were gonna get me caught!" She chuckled as she dropped a purse.

Shigaraki leaned onto his knees and eyed the girl, "Do I know you?"

"Yeah." The girl nodded with a grin, "We're friends seeing as I helped you before those fake cops busted your ass. You're welcome."

Shigaraki huffed and fixed his hoodie, "As if I'd be friends with you. Who the hell even are you?"

"F/n L/n at your service." She said as she extended her hand to shake the male but when he didn't she pulled it back, "Ah, germaphobe."

"Do I look like a damn germaphobe?" Shigaraki glared at her as she chuckled into her fist. He then continued with a stink eye, "Tomura Shigaraki."

"Cool, cool." F/n eyed his appearance, "Ain't it a bit too hot to be wearing a black hoodie."

"Ain't it a bit too much for you to give a damn." Shigaraki huffed out as he began to walk away. He heard a snicker coming from F/n and the sound of ruching footsteps coming towards him.

"What are you doing tonight?" She said as she stuffed her hands into her pockets, "I ain't doing much and I thought we'd go check out this party on the rich side. Heard a band is coming and lots of booze."

Shigaraki continued to walk, "I don't do parties. In case you haven't noticed."

"Yeah, no shit. You look gloomy and depressed and like you hate the world." F/n smiled when Shigaraki glared at her. She then continued, "Anyways, I don't do parties either, but think of all the shit we could steal! If this dude is having a band coming to play at some half ass party, he's gotta be loaded."

Shigaraki cursed himself for giving the girl attention as she rambled on about a party. Maybe he should've killed her and saved him the trouble from hearing this girl talk. But, yet again, causing chaos with someone doesn't sound too bad.

Fine, he'll indulge into her shenanigans.

"'Kay," Shigaraki let out an annoyed sigh, "Where do you want to meet?"

Grinning, F/n took out her phone, "What's your phone number? I'll text you the address."

Reluctantly, Shigaraki gave his number and in return she gave hers. Once that was settled, F/n looked ahead before peering back to Shigaraki, "Alright, I got to go but I'll text you and please don't ignore me. It's so hard making friends."

The male rolled his eyes and walked away, "Whatever, I'll see you later."

As he walked further, he could tell that F/n was smiling and grinning. The whole way home, he thought what a strange girl she was and would she stick around longer if she knew who he really was. Who knows? Maybe she'll be his first recruit.

#tomura shigaraki x reader #tomura x reader #tomura shigaraki #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki x y/n #shigaraki x you #tomura shigaraki x you #tomura x y/n #tomura x you

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collection-bundle · 1 month

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I stumbled upon your acc and a few others not so long ago and I'm really enjoying seeing all the little things people just find around the street and collect

I think I'd love doing that too and making a little collection for myself, but I grew up being told not to pick things off the ground and am also a little germaphobic myself? It's a little rough out here haha

I totally get having to work through not being comfortable picking things up, its hard to unlearn. I suggest keeping a small bottle of hand sanitizer in your bag of choice (purse, backpack, tote) along with a small baggie (like a sandwich size ziplock) to keep your finds in so they don't touch anything else you have in there.

#hope this helps with your germaphobia!#bagels posts #bagels asks #not collection #cleaning

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softxsuki · 2 years

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I originally didn't want to bother you with another request but like..

I was wondering if you could make an urgent request for a reader S/O who has a fever and is sick?? I'd love it for either Attack on Titan (Eren, Levi, Armin) or Tokyo revengers (Chifuyu, Baji, Kazutora/Mitsuya) :3

Thank you sweetie 💕

Love,

Suzy

The AOT Boys With Reader Who Is Sick With A Fever

Pairings: Eren x Gn!Reader, Levi x Gn!Reader, Armin x Gn!Reader

Warnings: sick reader? And this is unedited SO gimme a sec to edit it once I get home NDNDJDN

Genre: Comfort, Fluff?

Post Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: In which Eren, Levi, and Armin (separate) take care of you after you’re sick with a fever ;)

[A/N: Here ya go Suzy. We both know you’re not sick anymore HDJDJKD even my little cold went away so sorry for taking so long 😖. Loaf you 🍞💗]

Eren:

Seen as an enemy now to Paradis, your relationship with Eren, the man you had total faith in, had to be kept a secret otherwise you’d be seen as a traitor as well and Eren didn’t want that

He had tried pushing you away countless times, but you weren’t having it

You couldn’t leave him on his own to do whatever crazy plans he had in mind ALONE

Sooo you both had to settle for a ‘long distance’ relationship where you’d meet together in the dark of the night, every night as everyone went to sleep, at a specific location that you both chose to meet up at

Though, one night you’re struck with a fever and end up staying your room the whole day

Time passes unexpectedly fast and you can’t find the energy to wake up and meet Eren

Eren gets worried thinking something happened to you and rushes to your room, not caring if anyone sees him, he just needs to know you’re okay

He enters your room through your window and sees you sweating under the covers with a crease on your forehead

He shakes you awake because he genuinely wants to know if you’re okay, he isn’t even mad that you didn’t show up to see him, just worried

You tell him how you’re feeling once you awaken, and apologize for sleeping in too long and missing your meet up with him, but he shushes you, because that’s not what’s important

What’s important if you getting better

Has no idea what he’s doing, so you’re going to have to instruct him on what he needs to do to help your fever go down

There isn’t much he CAN do from your room without leaving and risking someone seeing him, but he manages to put a damp towel over your head and cuddles up beside you

No matter how much you push him away, he refuses and holds you closer to him, he needs you to be okay, but you’re the only one he really has left

By the morning though, you’re feeling a lot better and Eren is asleep beside you

You have to rush to wake him up and tell him to leave, but he refuses to leave until you reassure him that you’re better

“Don’t worry me like that again…” he mumbles grumpily and steals a kiss from your lips as someone starts to knock on your door

He jumps right back out the window but has you promise to meet him in your usual spot later that night or else he’ll return to your room

All in all, he’s a lowkey worrier, but will do everything in his power to help you feel better, and that definitely includes you sticking close to him

Levi:

You wake up that morning and meet up with Levi in his office as the two of you usually walk to meet up with the scouts you were training together

But this morning you were feeling particularly weak and cold

Levi notices your sluggish appearance and lifeless face

LISTEN, idc what anyone says; yes, I know Levi is a germaphobe and hates germs, and anything dirty BUT WHEN IT COMES TO THOSE HE LOVES AND CARES FOR to the point where he’s worried, those disgusted feelings completely vanish

He walks over to you firmly and places a hand on your forehead andddd yup, you definitely had a fever

“You didn’t expect me to let you go through training like this, did you? Come,” he instructs you

He doesn’t let you say a word as he brings you to his room that wasn’t so far from his office and tells you to get comfortable as he leaves everything you’d need on the bedside table; medicine, water to drink, and a bowl of cold water with a rag to help cool you down

“Yell if you need me and someone will run to get me, okay? Now, just stay here and rest”

He’s a little unfocused during training and the scouts notice, but no one is stupid enough to actually mention it—they could put two and two together; Levi was worried and you weren’t there

During breaks Levi would come by to check up on you, making you some tea and having the cooks make you something warm and comforting to speed up your recovery

And thanks to his meticulous care the whole day, your fever was completely gone by that evening, but even then, Levi took care of you

Expect an unusually gentle Levi as his worries for you get the best of him and he treats you softly

Armin:

Armin notices right away and turns you back around as you had planned on voyaging outside the walls in your condition

“But I want to go”

“No, you need to stay and rest. I don’t need you in danger, especially in this condition where you could pass out and get eaten by titans at any moment. You’re too vulnerable right now,”

But he stays behind with you and takes care of you as he’d be too worried to focus anyway

This baby is so attentive and caring I swear

He stays with you the whole day, not caring that he could get sick too

If anything, him getting sick would feel like a reward to him because it meant he was around you, caring for you enough that he was even able to catch your sickness

He has a doctor come by to check on you and the doctor reassures him that you’ll be fine in 24 hours, but poor baby is still worried about you

When you fall asleep, he’s leaning in and staring at you to make sure he can see your chest rising and falling–needing to confirm that you’re breathing

He keeps you entertained whenever you’re awake, telling you all kinds of stories and excitedly planning a bunch of things the both of you would do as soon as you were better

Those stories were more-so to calm him down though, just hold his hand to get his attention and remind him that you’ll be fine

He’s super attentive though, offering to massage your back or your feet, making sure you always have a fresh cup of water and delivering your three meals to you throughout the day

He’s actually kind of enjoying himself though, spending a relaxing day with you instead of out out fighting whatever enemies he needed to fight—it was a nice change of pace

So the next day as you’re feeling a lot better and begin getting dressed to go to training, Armin stares at you, looking confused

“Where are you going? Get back in bed”

In which you tell him that you’re much better and ready to get back to work

BUT NO, he will drag you to the doctor and have them confirm it just to be safe—it wouldn’t hurt to have one more day of personal time together though, would it?

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 6/8/2022

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fayoftheforest · 1 year

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rating the main five based on how sickly i think they’d be <3

(AKA I’m on my fourth cold since september and if i have to suffer then so do my blorbos)

Stan: 4/10. He gets nauseous quite a lot, but that’s typically to do with his anxiety and less a stomach bug. When he does get sick, he will keep powering through his daily life as if nothing’s the matter, until some kind soul goes “Woah, dude, you don’t look so good,” upon which he will realise that he doesn’t feel so good either, and then he collapses into a heap and crawls into bed until he’s feeling better. He has asthma, so sometimes that makes respiratory-related illnesses stressful and potentially dangerous, but he’s got a reliable stock of inhalers, and 1+ very stressed out caretaker(s), so he’s alright in the end, and usually recovers pretty quickly.

Kyle: 8/10. With canon and fanon as my witness, I do declare that is one sickly motherfucker. From the first snowfall he’s sniffling, and it doesn’t stop until the last of it has melted. But shitty immune system be damned, this boy can work a cold denial! He will keep strutting around no matter how down bad he is, insisting that he’s fine, like he’s genuinely fine, like no that wasn’t a sneeze followed by a painful coughing fit, you must have misheard, and yes his nose has always been that red, that’s perfectly normal actually, and get your fucking hand away from his forehead he’s not FEVERISH he’s FINE. Once he’s finally been wrestled into bed, he will lay there feeling deeply sorry for himself and worrying that he’s going to infect his caretaker(s), until he gets sidetracked contemplating all the things he has left to do today, and before you know it he’s puttering about the house again, and the cycle continues.

Cartman: 3/10. He rarely gets ill, but you wouldn’t know it. It’d be too easy to dismiss him for a hypochondriac, but he knows exactly what he’s doing when he starts his woe-is-me speil over some suposed sickness. Over the years he has perfected faking illnesses into a fine art, to the point where unless you had good reason to be suspicious, you couldn’t separate his coughs, sneezes and general sickly presentation from the real deal. We’re talking Ferris Beuler level trickery here folks!! He generally abuses his talent to get out of school, work, or any unwanted responsibilities, but when the opportunity presents itself he will conveniently accidentally “sneeze” right on the back of germaphobic Kyle’s neck. Which is received about as well as you’d expect it to. (With rage, and threats of violence :)

Kenny: 6/10. The total opposite to Cartman, Kenny gets sick a little more than most, but is a master at concealing his illnesses. Kyle wishes he was on Kenny’s level. This guy could be on the brink of death and the only thing that would call attention to it is him ever so slightly clearing his throat, and then quietly apologising for it. If anyone does figure out that he’s sick, he won’t deny it, but he’ll certainly downplay it. He does not no how to handle sympathy directed his way, and reacts to any attempts at caring for him with awkward gratitude and a constant reminder that they really don’t have to be doing this right now. But, if shown just the right amount of kindness, he will break down sobbing because everything hurts and he’s just so exhausted and he misses being able to breath through his nose. After that he will fall asleep, and when he wakes up he’ll feel a bit better but extremely embarassed, and start apologising all over again.

Butters: 5/10. For once, he’s the most sensible of the bunch, because when he comes down with something, he’ll take a few days off until he’s back on his feet. But by god is he clingy when he’s sick. If you are not with him, he will be constantly texting you. If you are with him he will still be texting you because he may have lost his voice, but he’s still got plenty to tell you!! He also begins to feel very touch-starved, and becomes a lot more touchy-feely with others, which is welcomed by some, tolerated by others, and loathed by Kyle, because god fucking damn it Butters keep your icky germs away from him :(((

Anyway yeah those are my headcanons! I’d love to hear your own personal ratings too. Might make a part two for CATG if people are interested in my soft, loving sadism :)

#south park #headcanons #sp stan #sp kyle #sp cartman #sp kenny #sp butters #i'm so fucking tired of being ill i simply want to be well again #but failing that this is the next best thing :D

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mysterycharacterflowers · 7 months

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Third Place, round 7; Plastic/fake strawberry flowers Vs A bouquet of sunflowers, dandelions, ferns, foxglove, hollyhock, lotus, balsamine, green carnation, fennel, black eyed susan and queen of night

First, let's talk about the Plastic/fake strawberry flowers

Why this flower was chosen: Because he is very germaphobic and also phobic of the things that are in flowers and thus hates nature because it’s dirty (his friends even said that he would be would be a plastic flower if he were one) and strawberry because that’s the smell of the shampoo his wife used and that he can still smell on the pillow she slept on that he keeps (in a plastic case) and hugs when he’s sad Description: He’s a detective. His wife was murdered and for three years after that he didn’t leave the house because his phobias that he had before got exponentially worse. He slowly did start coming out of his house and getting better trying to figure out why his wife was murdered while solving other crimes. He has 312 phobias with the top being in order: germs, needles, dentists, milk, death, snakes, lightning, mushrooms, heights, crowds, elevators. He has impeccable memory, doesn’t like people and will 100% put his phobias and needs over manners. He can clean his house in his sleep, literally. At the end of the day he is a very nice friend but annoys the crap outa his friends and often doesn’t realise that they even care for him as much as they do/ doesn’t realise they consider him a friend. He always says “here’s the thing” before saying he can’t do something very particular. He also says “Unless I’m wrong, which you know, I’m not”. He always has his assistant carry wipes around and wipes his hands every time he shakes someone’s hand. He is very tight (as in with money) which is very relatable for me and probably other people and its hilarious when he hasn’t paid his assistant because he doesn’t have money (while still buying copious amounts of cleaning supplies) and because he’s so non confrontational he doesn’t want to ask for a raise even tho it’s a totally legit ask (which is also hilarious in and of itself) he ends up just avoiding the subject in any way possible. He once was forced to decorate for Christmas (which he doesn’t do since his wife died) and he used not a fake tree but a paper cut out of a tree. He doesn’t at all know what would insult someone and rarely knows how to make someone feel better (often failing miserably but occasionally actually helping and being super wholesome). He hates/is scared of nakedness (and doesn’t even “look” when he wees) and there was a whole thing where he had to investigate a nudist and was just finding every possible way to find him guilty and it was hilarious (he was in the end more accepting of it but still freaked out) He also wears the same clothes every day and buys shirts checked by a specific checker in a factory that he actually sent a fan letter to (and helped prove her son not guilty). Anyway he is very relatable for just introverted people or awkward people in general because he expresses the way we feel and does things we wish we could do or want to do and says thing we just think in the most hilarious ways, and if that doesn’t make any sense then he just acts and says things that we all kinda do on the inside. Apart from just mostly normal people, he is relatable for the people who share his mental conditions like my dad who is a germaphobe and even tho people still don’t understand germaphobia really, he knows that he gets it and he relates to him a lot. And he has a lot of other things like anxiety, and little things like not being able to deal with change and other stuff that just make him super relatable to neurodevergent people like me. When people first look at people with mental problems they say they are weak that so little sets them off but in reality, they are dealing with so so much that you can’t see and you don’t need to deal with and they- and he is (are) so incredibly strong. I love him so much and I would say more but I don’t want to reveal who he is.

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A bouquet of sunflowers, dandelions, ferns, foxglove, hollyhock, lotus, balsamine, green carnation, fennel, black eyed susan and queen of night

Why and meaning: Sunflowers- very literal in their relation to the sun. Dandelions- overcoming hardship Ferns- magic or enchantment Foxglove- insecurity Hollyhock- ambition Lotus- rebirth Balsamine- impatience Green Carnation- he is homosexual Fennel- strength Black eyed Susan- justice Queen of the Night- enjoy small moments because they do not last Description: Hes sooooo silly your honor. Hes my skrunkly blorbo oongly. THE babygirl. Hes 35 years old, hes the chosen one, he has a sickass sword. He keeps adopting stray children like pokemon cards, hes broke as a goddamn joke. He managed to score a major fucking hottie by being peculiar and having sopping wet cat energy. He’s gay, he's gray-ace, he has a layered, complex queer platonic relationship with his best friend and every single woman he knows could throttle him. He's my special little boy please

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#round 7 #mysterious character: plastic/fake strawberry flowers #mysterious character: a bouquet of sunflowers - dandelions - ferns - foxglove - hollyhock - lotus - balsamine - green carnation - fennel +

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arinishi · 1 year

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I figured I’d contribute some of my Lanyon headcanons too since I asked for some so! Here they are! Long post by the way I’m Sorry

- He has autism. I could make a whole other post about this but I relate to him a lot with some of my autism traits and experiences; I also think Henry has autism, they’re just on slightly different ends of the spectrum. Lanyon’s traits seem to be less romanticised generally and are seen way more in antagonists so I like the idea of a “good guy” character having these traits too (low empathy, struggles with emotions, blunt, struggles with social cues and people in general/socialising etc)

- @jekkyboi mentioned this but he’s a cat person. He relates to them more than dogs and understands them more. He’s totally down for the exist in the general vicinity of each other as hanging out and affection at their convenience thing. That being said he still loves Zosi.

- An absolute tea fanatic. A connoisseur even. He and Everly keep like 100 different kinds of tea in their house at all times.

- @quilna said this one too but I agree 100% he copies gestures of affection all the time. Someone does something nice for him? He does it right back. This is mostly to Henry but it does go for everyone. God forbid anyone knows he did that though. Gotta keep that under wraps.

- This man is a dandy. He cares Incredibly about his appearance and maintains it constantly. Clothes, hair, face, everything. He is Absolutely the kind of person to be initially way more concerned about his hair being messed up in a disaster /d

- He and Everly are super close friends nowadays. The second they both acknowledged that they didn’t want to marry each other, all tension between them eased and they could get to know each other better as friends instead. They are Super Close now and top tier gossip pals

- Modern day Lanyon would be a massive Madonna fan. This is true to me.

- He is cis but doesn’t care for gender roles at all. He’d present more femininely if he wanted to, modern AU or otherwise

- He mainly slept around with so many people in Uni as a sort of act of rebellion the second he could have extended time away from his father, and then later on it was more so to ignore his feelings for Henry

- This guy loves little trinkets. So many trinkets. He has a vast collection of cute little items. Henry and Rachel get them for him whenever they find any and he loves them every time.

- Modern day AU He would really like watching those long YouTube video essays, no matter if they’re about things he cares about or not

- Never kept a plant alive ever. He’s tried, Oh He’s Tried. He just can never seem to get them to stay alive

- He is a germaphobe, at least to a mild degree. He constantly goes out of his way to avoid things that could potentially make him sick. If someone he cares about got sick, he’d take care of them but probably from the other end of the room pushing a bowl of soup over with a broom. If Lanyon got sick even mildly he would probably keep himself alone in his bedroom until he was completely better. Maybe even longer. Just to be sure. Food and / or meds can be left at the door please and thankyou

#long post #the glass scientists #tgs #jekyll and hyde #robert lanyon #tgs lanyon #tgs robert lanyon #jekyon #dr lanyon #headcanons #head canon #the glass scientists lanyon #some of these are kinda me projecting tbh #he is so silly

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empresskaze · 5 months

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Okay so I have t/m/a on the brain and I'm curious: Which of the Fears would each of your OCs serve and/or which would they be most afraid of? Feel free to say why, too, if you have the energy because I would LOVE to know

OK HERE WE GO, this is probably going to be long and rambling so I'll do a cut so people not into TMA dont have a wall of text on their dash XD

also if people have their own insights let me know!

Gabriel - I feel Fessor would be very much drawn to the Lonely given his childhood, who he grew up being different, his issues with his father. I think he'd both serve and fear it, like the Lonely would totally try seeking him out. He doesn't have many friends at Davenport and even his time with Michael he was seen as his "odd boyfriend". I know the Lonely is an anecdote for depression and I bet espc after Michael broke his heart, Gabriel would have either been consumed by it or become an Avatar had Liam not been there. Eye would be another, he's definitely marked by it being a professor, a bookworm and loves learning but Lonely in the end would beat it out.

Liam - He'd totally serve the Vast. As close to agoraphobic as he is, his issue is mostly with people, he likes being outside by himself (or with Gabriel) with no one around, he loves the water. I mean he's also my own projection and I serve the Vast XD But yeah wide open spaces are for him, plus he does like roller coasters! So he'd fear the Buried but not in a normal claustrophobic way, he hate being crushed by people around him, being put in social situations he can't escape. That kind of buried feeling. Also Corruption a bit only cuz Liam is a clean freak. It's something I could see begin to push him in obsession if it wanted to consume him. Let's also throw End in here given how much his dad's death affected him.

Aiden - I think they're very Web. Not saying he's a manipulator but they like being in control, being the center of attention. She can work a room like no one else. Aiden wants all eyes on them and everyone eating out of their palm. So yeah Web XD Would totally fear the Corruption, mostly the dirt/disgust side, I mean he has an image to uphold, no messy runways, no dirt or grime! He's obv not a clean freak but image is very important and anything to spoil that they wouldn't like.

Barrett- Given he's a lawyer, probably would serve the Eye, since lawyers generally need to know a lot of information and just being able to "know" it would save a lot of time XD. God I'm not sure what'd he'd fear cuz I'm nearly positive once in an ask I said what his fears was/were and I can't find it so I dont know if I imagined it or not XD For the sake of this I'd probably say Web (which is funny considering Aiden) because it is a loss of control and he's my type A, workaholic so loosing control of something would be a fear of his, being manipulated, etc. So weird that I picked those for Aiden and Barrett XD

Colin - my germaphobe totally fears the Corruption XD I mean do I have explain why? He's got an immune system worse then Gabriel and Ambrose's, has a cleaning service, boxes of tissues everywhere and rules for River to adhere too XD He's not gonna do well around anything dirty or illness spreading. As for serve, as a joke since he's a food critic Id say Flesh but lets not go there XD Honestly for Colin I cant really think of one he'd outright serve, I think he'd be consumed than serve.

River - ok this is a toughy.... possibly Eye cause he likes to read and gain knowledge but not enough where he'd be compelled to do it. God maybe River would be like Smirke and Leitner who dance around the Fears but never is taken by one XD Or he's Joshua Gillespie and just doesn't notice. Yes I like that for him XD

Noll - HA oh man, this one is gonna be fun. Alcohol is his crutch so he's very Web, he needs that control over him. MAG 172 with Francis is like the perfect example of Noll. Except he doesn't try to do better. He'd definitely serve it as long as it provided him bourbon. A healthy pairing of serving and fear. Also he'd probably fear the Spiral, only cuz so much has happened to him and epsc when you're drunk you can't always trust what you see. Lonely fits in there too and Stranger, he's definitely marked by it. He's several fears in jeans and a tshirt XD

Ren - He 100% fears the Desolation. I mean a fire burned down his family's gallery and permanently damaged his lungs. He has a very healthy fear of fire and who can blame him? Honestly next to Colin his fear was probably the easiest to determine. As for serving, I'd say either Eye or Web. He's smart, quite manipulative (good god is this a theme in my OCs???), wants to impress the right people, definitely doesn't want his secrets known to others. Eye and Web can fight over him.

#kaze answers #ghostlychill #wow that was a lot but man it was fun!#t/m/a #info on my ocs #I guess #mostly tagging it so I can find it when needed

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