#you'll get a cold sweetie
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let them OUT
#im so sorry#i thought it'd be funny!#gtws#goodtimeswithscar#limited life#lmlsmp#limited life smp#trafficblr#hermitblr#what else should i tag?#silly man gets grounded and forced to button up his shirt#you'll get a cold sweetie#ven art
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#*hastily buttons up ramattra's coat* you'll get cold sweetie#zenyatta#tekhartha zenyatta#ramattra#shambali brothers#overwatch#overwatch 2#overwatch fanart
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why hasn’t anyone posted the yassified mobile game Wen Ning yet
#look how pretty he is#look at his healthy pink complexion#that's what he deserves#and that cleavage. you'll get cold sweetie#tbh the mobile game character designs might be my favorite so far#wen ning#mdzs#reposting pics with better quality
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new year UPROAR STYLE!!🌟
#vtuber#holostars#holostars uproar#yatogami fuma#minase rio#utsugi uyu#hizaki gamma#MY FIRST UPROAR!! ART CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS#this was sooo much fun I loved catching the outfit reveals#also gamma!! you'll get cold sweetie!!!
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summer indigo
#estinien#estinien wyrmblood#estinien varlineau#ffxiv#final fantasy 14#final fantasy xiv#myart#i drew this for the estinien lovers but especially myself#insert 'you'll get cold sweetie' here
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"You better dress up" said Salim lovingly albeit with noticeable irony in his voice, throwing a blanket on his boyfriend's bare shoulders, while the latter was sitting on the edge of the bed fully naked. "Or else you'll catch a cold".
"It's not that cold now" objected Jason "Besides, I'm a marine, dammit!"
"Marine doesn't mean absolutely invulnerable".
Jason rolled his eyes. No one could argue with that, no matter how much they wanted.
#jalim#house of ashes#salim othman#jason kolchek#inspired by a reply to one of my drawings on twitter#although it (the reply) was “you'll get cold sweetie” meme#don't ask me why jason is naked#but he indeed wants salim to look at his body a little longer
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不冷吗
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21. "But if you stay, you'll get sick too"
Part 1 | Part 2
As much as Fao hated to admit it, his mum had been right. He’d woken up the morning after his game feeling shit, and he’d definitely not drunk enough to be hungover. His throat was like he’d swallowed glass, he was sniffly, and he had a proper dry cough. He felt awful. They’d stayed in his flat that night, to go home that morning, and though he felt guilty he definitely wanted to be home with his family rather than by himself. Even though Sheila fussed, he liked it when it meant he got food and endless cups of tea.
Once they’d got home, he’d flopped onto his bed, feeling utterly miserable to say the least. The cat had joined him, which was nice, the tabby curled up next to him, purring away. He hated it, feeling guilty for bringing it home, but also for ruining their time together. They were supposed to do stuff, spend time as a family whilst he was home for the weekend, and now he’d ruined it by getting ill.
While everyone had their own things to do, they'd planned going out in the early afternoon. Sheila had seen the state of Fao, and knew he was coming down with a cold. As much as she knew it was just an old wives tale, she couldn't help but wish he'd listened and worn his coat.
She made them both a cup of tea, grabbed a load of snacks, and dropped the bombshell on Fred that he was alone with Finn for the rest of the day. Neither of them minded, and she was slightly concerned at the excitement and mischief on both their faces, but Fred was an adult. And Finn knew how to call them when things went wrong. She bundled them out of the house, the peace and quiet immediately so much better, and headed to Fao's room.
"Fao? Sweetheart?"
He lifted his head. “Mm?”
"Can I come in?"
“Yeah.” He murmured. “But not to say ‘I told you so’.”
She grinned at him. "I don't need to. You've already said it."
“Was getting ill before.” He pointed out. “At least Pollo is giving me sympathy.”
"Hey, I've brought you tea and snacks, I'm being nice." She protested. "Shove over, let me on the bed."
“You should’ve led with that.” He said, gathering the cat up in his arms to shift over and give her room.
"Ah, but that would have been too nice." She teased, settling next to him. "Have you had any paracetamol?"
“Had some earlier.” He murmured.
"Not time for any yet?"
“No, not yet.”
"Alright. Want to put a film on?"
“Mm, dunno.”
"Are you going back to sleep?" She asked gently, reaching to stroke through his hair.
He sniffed. “Snacks?”
"Got plenty."
“Like what?”
"I've got crackers, crisps, chocolate - don't tell Fred, I got his good stuff, and the fruit salad he made for us yesterday."
“Mm, chocolate.” Fred always had the best stuff, and he was rubbish at hiding it.
She passed him the bar. "And we've got the place to ourselves. Fred's taken Finn out."
“Oh? Thought it was quiet.”
"Thought you might appreciate a bit of peace."
“You should’ve gone too. I’ll get you sick.”
"I couldn't have left you all alone."
“I live alone, mum.”
"Not when you're here."
“Still. I’d be okay.”
"Are you trying to politely kick meout?"
“I don’t want you to get sick too.”
"I don't mind."
“You won’t be able to go to work.”
"We'll just stay in together."
“Mm, still.”
"I'm not going to leave just because of a few gems. You'll have already given it to Finn, no doubt. I might as well get it over with now."
“I tried to be careful around Finn.” Fao said. “But he wriggled his way into my bed anyway.”
"You could lock the door, tie him up, and you'd still end up with a Finn in your bed."
“Exactly.”
"I know you're careful with Finn." She murmured softly.
“As careful as I can be. He really enjoyed last night.” He murmured, his voice croaky.
"I know." She smiled fondly. "He's not shut up about it all morning."
Fao smiled. “Of course.”
"He wants to go out properly with you next time."
“Not so sure about that one.”
"Me neither. Said maybe when he was older."
“Yeah, maybe.” He sighed, eating a square of chocolate.
"Though I couldn't imagine it would be a good idea."
“He’s clumsy enough without alcohol.”
"That's very true."
After a moment, Fao shifted to cuddle up to her, his arm over her waist. He was feeling miserable, and she always made it better.
She smiled, waiting for him to settle. She reached to rub his back, drawing soothing shapes across his top. "Better?"
“Yeah, better.”
She pressed a kiss to his hair. "You gonna go to sleep?"
“Can’t sleep.”
"That's okay."
“I’m sorry if I get you ill.”
"It's part of life."
“Still.”
"I know."
It was nice, the way she traced shapes on his back. He’d finished the chocolate, and it had made him feel a little less miserable, at least. He sniffed again, his throat still sore, and let himself relax into her. Despite saying he couldn’t sleep, he soon found himself drifting, unable to stop it.
#sicktember 2023#21. “but if you stay you'll get sick too”#whump writing#whump prompt#faolan blackwood#sheila daniels#oc#fic#brothers in more than arms#cold#flu#i told you so#sheila is a sweetie#fao is feeling miserable#whump#fred needs to hide his chocolate better#comfort#sickfic#cuddles
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I THINK WE SHOULD ALL KILL OURSELVES
#REI I'M BUYING YOU A SCARF YOU'LL GET COLD SWEETIE#STOP THIS MADNESS RIGHT NOW#HE'S JUST SOOOOCBDDHHDKJK#I'M EATING DRYWALL AS WE SPEAK#enstars#rei sakuma
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wow the new cryo character looks great!
#ensemble stars#enstars#HiMERU#cant wait to get him on en in 3 years lol#button up sweetie you'll catch a cold
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KIRA IN THIS WEEK'S CHAPTER IM GOING INSANE...
#MA'AM... HELLO?? 😳#me closing her robe like: cover up sweetie you'll get cold.....#[ 𝐢. ] ooc › the risk i took was calculated‚ but man am i bad at math.
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BUDDY?????
#THE FUCKING FOOT CLAP???? HWUH#zoro moments#he's insane. whats wrong with him.#not even you'll get cold sweetie it's straight up YOU'RE GOING TO DIE OF HYPOTHERMIA#ZORO. PLEASE#one piss#this FUCKING GUY
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no context memes for untitled HUNK/Rachel re2r fanfic
they're fine
#rachel. you'll get cold sweetie.#yeah. the epilogue is literally just that meme.#rachel foley#rachel x hunk#hunk#gina and nikolai are there too bc i said so
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Oh dios mío... Ibara y Aira...
#NI EN DIEZ AÑOS ADIVINABA#¿¿¿POR QUÉ ESTÁN EN UNA TINA???#Casi casi que me muero cuando vi el cuerpo de Ibara JSJSJSJ#me encanta el traje pero ese meme de “you'll get cold sweetie” me describe#+ por un momento pensé que era Rinne JSJSJSJ
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oh also cyan's party is once again gonna travel,,, to a different continent,,, which means different climate,,, aka I'm gonna have to give him another outfit!
#frog says shit#I'm so happy. i love him#cant wait to give him a warmer outfit#something something you'll get cold sweetie#cyan clay
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I HAVE THE BEST REQUEST AND IT'S PERFECT FOR JAMES! like imagine reader sitting at home and suddenly she gets a text from james to come outside and he's standing there🥲🥲🥲🥲 so she asks what he's doing there and he's like "i just wanted to kiss you" SORRY IF IT'S TOO SPECIFIC
thanks for requesting, sweetie!
f!reader 1.1k words cw: drunk jamie
You're half asleep when your phone pings, illuminating the darkness of your bedroom in a distracting glow and you're half asleep, content to ignore the single ping, a problem for tomorrow. But another one follows a moment later, the third only seconds after the second. With a huff, your hand reaches out to grab blindly for the device.
James' contact photo smiles at you from the corner of the notification box, his glasses askew and hair a mess. Your favourite photo of him, despite how vehemently he detests it. The messages are a jumble of words you struggle to make out, vowels in the wrong places and an amusing amount of emojis, even for James. A laugh huffs it way out of you as the three text bubbles appear once again, and a fourth message comes through. A photo of your house.
You'd be concerned, should anyone else have sent you the eerie looking photo of your house in utter darkness, but James is a love sick fool. You'd have to be blind not to know that about your boyfriend, even if things between you are still pretty new. He's not got a bad bone in his body. But it doesn't stop the way you sit up in a panic, scanning the floor of your bedroom for less embarrassing clothing. You come up empty, and your phone is incessantly buzzing in your hands now that James knows you've read his messages.
You use the glow of your phone to find your way downstairs, your house keys, make your way to the door and unlock it. James is sprawled out on the grass of your front garden, phone comically close to his face as he squints at the words he's typing. Drunk. Absolutely obliterated, clearly. You'll give Sirius shit for it, tomorrow, you think, as you let an exasperated laugh tumble from your lips.
James whips his head around at the noise, scrambles like a puppy to stand and bound his way over to you. He tramples some of the flowers planted around the borders of the grass and you fight a wince. He's on you in seconds, warmth radiating from him despite having been out in the cold for god knows how long. His arms are strong and steady, even though he reeks of beer, as he pulls you into them, lips firmly planted on the top of your head.
You try to peek over his shoulder for any sign of who dropped him off, but the street is empty, desolate, and you decide he must've walked from the pub.
Sleep still clings to the edges of your eyes as James pushes you back - uncoordinated and a little roughly, but you don't mind - and holds your face in his warm hands. "Hi, lovely girl." His voice is sweet and brimming with excitement at the sight of you and your heart swells.
"What on earth are you doing here, James?" You ask, though your words are kind and laced with amusement.
Your boyfriend only grins like the cat who got the cream, like he can't wait to tell you all about his adventure, until his eyes snag on your pyjamas. Technically, his pyjamas. His old juniors rugby top from secondary school and his boxer shorts, left abandoned by him last week when he'd slept in for breakfast with his mum and left in a hurry, a kiss placed to your cheek and the promise of being home for dinner. It had felt so domestic you'd had to talk yourself down from overflowing excitement for hours.
"Woah." James breathes, eyes wide.
You'd known he wouldn't mind you wearing his clothes, even if a little embarrassment at the idea had clung to your skin as you slipped them on before bed. But you hadn't expected him to feel like that about it.
"Easy tiger, you're three sheets to the wind." You chide softly, using the distraction to usher him into the hallway.
You close and lock the door behind him, place the keys in the bowl beside the door. James finds you in the darkness, hands soft against the fabric of his clothes on your body. You don't have to see him to know he's smiling that coy smile he gets whenever he seems to remember he has you.
"Am not." He mumbles, as if your statement has just now caught up with him.
You laugh, take his hand to lead him towards your bedroom. He follows quietly and without protest, but frowns when you flip on the overhead light and place him on the edge of your bed.
"What happened to Sirius' epic boys night on the town?" You ask, hands on his face as you crowd the in between of his legs.
His hands come to rest against the backs of your thighs, grip firm but soothing. He smiles, head lolling to the side, "Well," He sighs, as if buckling in for some wild tale of beasts slaughtered and mountains climbed, all just to get to you, "Sirius and Remus got drunk, like really, really drunk, and touchy and they were kissing and it made me realise how much I wanted to kiss you. So I left, and I came here for a quick kiss."
"A quick kiss?" You ask, eyebrow raised.
James just smiles, nodding dutifully, like it makes the most sense in the world. "Yeah, I gotta go back. They don't know I left."
You let out a long, suffering sigh, reaching for your phone beside James. "You can't just leave and not tell anyone where you're going."
"If they even realise I'm gone, they'll know where I am. With you." James shrugs.
"How do you reckon?"
"Where else would I be?" He asks, so serious and determined, so sure of himself that it makes your breath catch in your throat.
You can't help but smile, sweet and saccharine, glowing all over as you lean down to press your lips to James'.
"You're sweet."
James wrinkles his noise, grip tightening on your thighs as he pulls you down to him, falling backwards with a gentle thud. You catch yourself before your head collides with his nose and James grins, childish and playful, "You're sweet, too."
"Thanks, Jamie."
He presses his lips to yours, again, simple and warm. He knows he's in no condition for anything else, simply tucks you into his side and tries to get you to fall asleep with him, right there in the middle of the bed, on top of the blankets.
He's dead to the world in seconds, so you don't have much room for argument.
#marauders#james potter#sirius black#remus lupin#lily evans#marlene mckinnon fic#dorcas meadowes#mary macdonald#peter pettigrew#marauders era#james potter imagine#james potter one shot#james potter fic#james potter fluff#james potter angst#james potter x f!reader#james potter oneshot#marauders fic#marauders oneshot#marauders imagine#sirius black fic#remus lupin fic#peter pettigrew fic#fourmoonys asks
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