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skoulsons · 11 months

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“You’re up early.”

She was, and the only reason for that was because Joel was way too loud making his coffee and getting out the pans to cook breakfast for her before he left for patrol.

Joel was never loud, especially never loud enough to wake her.

“I heard you,” she mumbled, trudging over to the kitchen still wrapped in a blanket. She pulled a chair from their table out, facing him at the stove. “Everything okay?”

He nodded.

Everything wasn’t. He dreamed she died. It was a montage of every time it’s ever crossed his mind. Her in that bloody grass. Her skin ravished by an infected child in an abandoned van. Her face ripped apart while trapped underneath Sam. Her body, cold and pale on an operating table. Her, her, her.

Every single one played clear as day in his dreams, tormenting him with every possibility his my mind could conjure.

“Joel-“

“Nightmares. ‘S’all it was.”

“Okay…” she started, rising from the chair. “You always have me talk about mine, so…” Ellie approached the countertop opposite of him, jumping up and sitting atop it, her dangling feet hitting the lower cupboards

He hesitated before turning to her, eyes locking with hers as he sighed.

She was right. She didn’t always go into detail, he didn’t need her to, but he wanted her to release them somehow; and at night when she clings to him immediately afterward, that’s when it’s the easiest. And when she can’t talk to him, she writes or sketches them down when words can’t- don’t suffice. Anything that keeps her from compartmentalizing how they make her feel or what they make her think.

But Joel. He’s always the one to take care of her that he’s never had an out or a way to talk or feel them in a healthy manner, not like he tries to give her. Ellie tries to get him to verbalize something, but Joel is a damn brick wall when it comes to directly talking about his feelings, so it never goes anywhere.

But when it’s 5am and there’s the tiniest glint of sunlight that starts to rise and offers a faint, glowing light to their kitchen as they’re full of sleep and still in the midst of navigating these feelings, it’s easier to talk. They’re more malleable.

“It was you…” he started, doing some lazy hand motions to try and convey the word he desperately did not want to say alongside her name. “Repeatedly. Different scenarios just…over and over again.”

Her eyes went soft, understanding in a way that only they could understand.

She had the same ones. He knew.

“Figured I’d make you breakfast now and leave it in the fridge for you to heat up later so I could get a head start on patrol and… try to forget about it all.”

Joel cleared his throat, kicking up imaginary dust off the tile floor as she watched him.

Ellie reached her hand out and made grabby motions with her fingers. Joel noticed, a light, sleepy chuckle escaping his lips as he stepped towards her, both her hands holding onto his one. He stood beside her, their hands falling against her knees.

She rubbed her thumb over his hand. “Are you okay?”

He smiled. He knew that meant a plethora of other questions that they didn’t have time to cover. “I’ll be alright, Ellie.”

She nodded her head, still rubbing her thumbs across his hand. “I know. Just… wanted to check up on you.”

“And I…” he started, leaning over to kiss the hair above her ear, “am happy you do.”

She leaned her head on his shoulder as he brought his other hand in, covering all three of theirs and squeezing tightly.

“Since you’re up, how about helping me with breakfast? Wouldn’t turn down your old man, would you?”

She smiled, tapping her feet against the cupboards. She squeezed his hands and kissed his cheek briefly before jumping off the counter. “Can’t say I didn’t think about it… but,” she said, opening the fridge door. “Not for the world.”

#this is #TERRIBLE #this started out semi good and then it got bad #cringe fluff anyway don’t look at me #but im dying a slow and painful death #*allergies*#so give me grace 😭#I thought about something like this in the shower #and it wouldn’t leave my brain #I read z’s sad fic yesterday I needed something to cheer me up #anyway.#yeah.#gonna go take nyquil and pass out #bc my eyes look like I’ve been crying for eight hours and my nose is running and my head hurts and my ears won’t pop and im coughing #and im sneezing and I sound like a dying horse!!!#the last of us hbo #joel miller #ellie williams #L writes

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ghoulangerlee · 7 months

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Day 5: Lingerie & Double Penetration

Aurora/Swiss/Aeon

Swiss has very specific needs and all of them can be satiated by being stuck between Aurora and Aeon.

tags: double penetration in one hole, clothed sex, slight size kink in the sense of tiny ghoulette wrecking big ghoul, strap-ons and dildos

Swiss stares slack jawed at Aurora, unsure where exactly to focus his gaze; the soft pink lace of her bra accentuating the curve of her breasts, her nipple just barely visible through the near translucent material.

Though he goes slackjawed when his gaze drops further down; she's wearing panties to match, also pink and nearly see through, but, she's also wearing a harness, the straps wrapped around her thighs and waist are a darker pink, offset between the lingerie and her light gray skin.

"Oh," he says somewhat dumbly when Aurora's hand reaches down to wrap around the base of the dildo, also pink but not garishly so, her fingers not quite meeting around the girth of it.

"Good surprise?" She asks with a sharp grin, cocking her hip out to the side, "We heard you were having some...problems. Figured we could help you out a little bit."

Swiss's eyes are still drawn to Aurora's small hand wrapped around the dildo, just holding it, oh so natural, "Huh?" he asks, finally drawing his eyes back up to her face as what she'd said finally dawns on him, "We?"

There's a displacement of air behind him, a coolness against his back; magic--quintessence, and then there's hands coming to rest on his hips, a hot, open mouthed kiss pressed against his shoulder blade through his shirt, "Hey you," Aeon whispers, giving him a brief squeeze before the hands disappear and the other ghoul steps into view.

He's shirtless, almost nude except for the lace boyshorts sitting low on his hips, they're a dark purple—and Aeon's already hard, straining against the material.

Swiss feels his mouth water a bit.

"No, no, no," Aurora sing-songs, as if she can read his mind, "We have plans for you," she reaches out for him then and Swiss can't do anything but go towards her, taking her small hand in his and letting her draw him down into a kiss.

He loses himself in her taste, her lips, the bite of her fangs against his lower lip as she deepens the kiss and walks them backwards towards the bed.

Somewhere, somehow, he ends up on the bed with her, nude and kneeling over her lap, the bump of skin warmed silicone against his own hard cock making him gasp each time they touch, his hips jolting forward a bit, trying to get something more against him until Aurora's hands settle on his hips, firm, easily stopping his movements.

She shakes her head with a grin, keeping him still and then, there's heat against his back, a chest pressed against him, the scratch of lace against his lower back, the hard press of a cock.

"Aeon," Swiss says, breathless, letting his head fall back to rest against his shoulder—and Aeon is there, his light purple eyes clear and mischievous.

"Hey big guy," Aeon says with a smile, leaning in to press a kiss against his temple, "You with us?"

Swiss hums, eyes fluttering closed when Aeon presses another kiss to his temple, "The two of you finally done fighting over me?" He asks, aiming for cocky, but instead his breath hitches as Aeon starts to rub the pads of his fingers over his nipples.

"You're the one who said that there's more than enough of you to go around," Aurora says, sweet and evenly toned, her fingertips dancing along his inner thigh, "We thought we'd find out."

"Find out what?" Swiss asks dumbly, shivering as Aurora's fingers work their way higher and higher, dancing further back, gasping when she brushes against his balls, alighting his nerves on fire.

"If there's enough of you to go around us," She says it so matter of fact as dry fingertips press teasingly over his hole, her other hand still holding onto his hip tight, keeping him from moving.

"Oh," Swiss says suddenly, his hands coming up to grab onto her shoulders, "Oh, oh yes. Yes please. Yes, I want that."

Aurora laughs, a high and bright sound, though if Swiss focuses too much on it, he can hear the undercurrent of mean that makes his gut clench, "We knew you would," she says simply. "Aeon dear, if you could?" She casts the question over Swiss's shoulder with a tilt of her head.

Aeon hums from behind Swiss and then there's fingers, slick and slightly cool, pressing and teasing over his hole, "'Rora," Swiss says, eyes going between the ghoulette's face and the peek of a damp spot on her panties, just under where the dildo rests against her cunt. "Do you want me to—" he trails off, a groan leaving his lips when Aeon's worked a finger into him.

"Sweet," Aurora says, "But not right now," she says, dragging her claws along Swiss's inner thigh, feeling the shudder of muscle under his skin, "Maybe later if you're a good boy."

Swiss groans, both from Aeon crooking his finger inside as he drags it out and from Aurora's offering—he can't help that he loves to go down on people, that he'll gladly spend hours between someone's thighs to get them off over and over if they asked.

She holds it over his head, only offers it as a reward sometimes, most of the time deeming him not worthy enough for it even though he'll drop to his knees when and wherever she asks him to.

"Right now I want you right where you are, and then when Aeon deems you ready, you're going to sit on my cock for a bit."

Another moan punches it's way out of Swiss's throat and he digs his nails, thankfully blunt and human, into Aurora's shoulders as Aeon works another finger into him.

Aeon is always so thorough with it, taking his time no matter how much Swiss begs, it's hot, the way he gets so laser focused on fingering him open—curling and stretching and spreading his fingers, all the way up until Swiss is desperate and squirming.

Not that he can squirm right now, not with Aurora holding onto him and Aeon at his back, the two of them pinning him in place, spread open on Aurora's lap.

He loses time for a while then, pinned and spread, unable to move even as Aeon works three and then four fingers into him.

"Listen to you," Aurora whispers, petting her hand down his flank, "You sound so wet for me," she leans in and presses a kiss to the center of his chest, "You're going to fit so well around me, so warm." She peers up at him, bats her eyelashes at him, "Do you want to sit on my cock now, baby?"

Swiss moans, Aeon's fingers curling in, in, in until they're pressing against his prostate and he shakes in their hold, begging now, words falling from his lips in a jumbled mess.

And then, Aeon's fingers slip out, the sound loud and wet, his hands gripping Swiss by the waist to guide him as Aurora's hands drop from his body, one hand curling around the base of her cock to keep it steady.

It's no bigger than what he's used to, but the thickness, the unforgiving hardness of it draws a long, low moan out of him as the two of them guide him down until he's sitting in Aurora's lap, bowed over her body, his face pressed into her hair.

Her hands pet along his back, she's shushing him, he realizes, comforting him because he's shaking, shivering, babbling into her hair about how good she feels, thanking her over and over and over until she laughs, soft and fond.

"Just you wait," she promises softly, barely giving him any time to adjust to her being inside him before Aeon's fingers, slick and warm now are pressing around his hole again, where he's stretched wide around the base of Aurora's cock.

"S'not gonna fit," Swiss mumbles, the words tumbling out even as he shifts so he can give Aeon more room to work.

It draws a laugh from the two of them and Aeon takes even more time to pet around where he's stretched, fingers disappearing and coming back every so often with more lube.

It leaves Swiss floating, seated on a cock while being pet and teased, a promise of more each time Aeon presses his finger inwards until the very tip of it slips in beside Aurora.

Aeon and Swiss moan together, Aeon's forehead dropping to rest against Swiss' back while he works, making low and inhuman sounds deep in his throat all the while.

Swiss relaxed more into it, trusting Aurora to hold most of his weight as he sinks further into her embrace and she drags her fingers down his sides, over his thighs, any part of his skin that she can touch, she's there.

It takes time, but eventually, Aeon's got two fingers pressed inside him along with Aurora's cock and Aurora's hand is now on Swiss' hip, guiding him to rock back against Aeon, "Careful," she chides when Swiss goes a little too fast and freezes for a moment, the stretch a lot, "Slow," she tightens her hand on his hip and controls his speed, his movement until he's shuddering and shaking against her.

"Oh, oh," he says, eyes shooting open wide suddenly, "I'm going to come," he whispers in surprise, wrapping both his arms right around Aurora's shoulders for leverage.

"Good," she says, petting his side with her other hand, "Come for us," she coos, pushing up so she can press a kiss to his chin, the movement shifting her cock inside of him until it's pressing firm against his prostate.

Swiss shakes apart in her arms, muffling his surprised shout in Aurora's hair when Aeon's fingers slip inside him deeper.

"Will you let Aeon fuck you while I'm still inside you?" Aurora asks, and this is her way of giving him an out—he can so no now, and they'll end it here, clean up and cuddle and maybe table this for a later date, but he is curious, the heat in his gut still insatiable.

So, he nods, "Yes," he says out loud when he feels Aurora tap her fingers against his side, "Please, I can take you both. I can take it."

He doesn't have to beg now, knowing that they're going to give it to him since he asked for it, but he feels the way Aeon's fingers twitch inside him, barely giving much of a warning before he's trying to work another finger inside him to loosen him up.

It has the desired effect on Aeon, the begging, for once he seems more eager to give into Swiss's breathless pleas instead of trying to drag it out longer.

It's almost too much, the overstimulation, but by the time Aeon's pulling his fingers from inside Swiss, he's already starting to get hard again.

"Just, let us know if this is too much," Aeon says, breathless all on his own as he plants a hand on Swiss's back for leverage, his other hand guiding himself forward until he's pressed tight where Swiss is already so stretched and pink. "Shit, if you could see yourself." He whispers, and that's all the warning Swiss gets before Aeon's pushing inside.

It's a lot, it's almost nearly too much and Swiss cries out in pleasure even as his cock starts going soft again at the overwhelming sensation of it all.

Aeon doesn't get far in, just barely beyond the head of his cock pressed up against Aurora's before he stops, breathing heavily against Swiss's back, "Let me know when I can move," he whispers, "Won't go in too far this time. We can work up to it."

Swiss moans weakly at his words, thinking about several more times of this, of being stuck between these two while they do their best to fit inside him together.

It does something to him. Makes him want to keep these two all for himself.

"Can move," Swiss mumbles eventually, inhaling sharply as Aeon grabs his hips and pulls back until just the tip is inside him, "Oh," he says, dumb again on the pleasure. "I'm not going to last long," he paws at Aurora, his fingers slipping on sweat slicked lace as he tries to grab at her. "Oh baby thank you, thank you, thank you." He murmurs into her hair as he rides the waves of Aeon fucking him, moving him on both of their cocks.

Aeon laughs behind him, the sound going a bit strangled as Swiss clenches around him, "Fuck, you feel amazing like this," he says, pressing a dusting of kisses along Swiss's shoulder blades. "Are you going to come untouched again?" He asks, somewhat eager as his pace picks up, jolting the larger ghoul between the two of them with each well placed thrust.

"Uh huh," Swiss manages to get out, his claws tearing through lace as he feels it build, between being overwhelmingly full and smelling their arousal, all mingled together, it has Swiss's mind on the fritz, a low growl in his throat as he reaches his peak once again.

This time, Aeon pulls out before he can come inside Swiss, shushing the taller ghoul as he helps him maneuver off of Aurora and onto his back on the bed, "Next time," he says, a lopsided smile on his face as he wraps a hand around himself, stroking one, two, three times before he comes across Swiss's thighs and spent cock before collapsing in a heap beside him.

Aurora laughs at Aeon and shakes her head as she shifts around, first taking off the harness and discarding that to the floor for later and then she wiggles her way out of her panties.

Swiss is watching her, eyes trained on her cunt now, slick, the hair matted down a bit with signs of her arousal. He wants so bad.

She grins at him, spreading herself out on the bed and beckoning him closer.

His limbs feel heavy as he tries to roll over, eventually, Aeon's there with hands under his arms, rolling him onto his stomach until he's nestled between her thighs.

As Aurora's high moans echo off the walls of the bedroom, Aeon shakes his head and settles on his back beside the two, "Insatiable," he says with a little laugh before Aurora's hand is in his hair, pulling him up into a messy, off center kiss.

#the band ghost fic #swiss/aurora/phantom #swiss ghoul #phantom ghoul #aurora ghoulette #my writing #ghostober #god i hope this makes sense i wrote this with a cold fuzzy head and struggled through so much of it #any spelling mistakes courtesy of dayquil and nyquil

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nyquil-guzzler-420 · 6 months

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Reading Hannibal fanfiction in church day 16,

Todays fanfic is Paragon by BloodyWar2411 on Ao3

Tis' as the lord intended.

#nyquil #this fic isn't as bad as y'all make it out to be the shit popping out of the hetalia fandom was sooooo much worse #I havnt been posting the fanfics weekly I apologize to you tumblr #nbc hannibal #will graham #fanfiction #ao3 #hannibal #hannibal fanfiction

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quintessential-candles · 26 days

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you can get high on nyquil...??????

Yes

#you’d love my NyQuil fics (think lower of me if possible))

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wanderingcas · 1 year

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unceremoniously drops a new chapter of the common hours after a month of radio silence

ENJOY

#i couldn't bring myself to write a chapter of the lighthouse fic before posting this lol #SO HERE YA GO #I EDITED IT DURING A NYQUIL FUELED FRENZY #the common hours

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foolofatook001 · 6 months

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when the full force of your cringe finally drives you to writing poetry

#fool writes #anyway this is a culmination of me literally almost crying about renchanting in the car on the way to school one day #me thinking 'oh this ballad would make a great springboard for a fic'#and also probably the nyquil because I have such a terrible cold rn. gonna blame the drugs :P #the results of this will probably never see the light of day but I'm posting about it anyway because why not

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imwritesometimes · 1 year

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being really, really invested in an old, niche ship gets kinda demoralizing when you ask yourself like... what's the point of writing anything down let alone sharing it? you're like the only one who still cares. you could just keep it a blorbo mind movie for when you fall asleep and save yourself so much time

#no editing 92924 times. no outlines. no being bummed out when it doesn't garner much engagement.#just blorbo ~thoughts~ before bed #I'm on lots of nyquil rn and giving up on turning this dono.linc fever into a fic #idk man like honestly I really don't know what the *point* is. I've already shared like 8 fics for them #it's not like I haven't already written the content I want to read #I could just save myself the time and.... not write anything!#nyquil is winning tho so ✌️😴#erin explains it all

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1moreoffkeyanthem · 5 months

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Y’all know when there’s something recurring in a fic that would be inconsequential out of context, but within the framework of the story means EVERYTHING?

One of my favorite examples of what I mean is the whole Cherry NyQuil Thing in @boxwinebaddie ‘s Peppermint. (Nina don’t sentence me to pep jail I was just thinkin abt Stan) from the “You taste like medicine.” To the heartbreak of “…And a bottle of Cherry NyQuil”, the illustration of just what Kyle is to Stan surmised in a comparison to cough syrup.

Just seriously so gorgeous, I love stuff like that.

#y’all read pep and rm I’m so serious #the NyQuil thing and HYH live RENT FREE #peppermint is one of my all time favorite fics and I will sing it’s praises always #south park #lmm voice: look at my son #style #fanfiction #stan marsh #kyle brovlofski #fic rec

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flynnriderishot · 4 months

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sometimes I forget to take care of myself properly 😭- can I have a fic about random things vinnie does to take care of the reader

without you - v.h

a/n: this is literally me to a T lmao 😭 my sister stays having to remind me to eat because i genuinely just forget. this is really short but i hope you enjoy :) (it’s only two examples but lmk if you want more!)

you tended to forget that you were human and needed to do basic human things to survive. it wasn’t on purpose, you just genuinely forgot to do simple things that anyone else would consider routine.

if it wasn’t for your boyfriend, vinnie, there was no telling if you’d live the next couple months of your life.

vinnie didn’t mind reminding you of the things you needed to do, it made him feel appreciated in your relationship.

which is why when he walked into your shared bathroom after being gone at the gym, a smile formed on his face as he asked you a simple question,

“did you eat breakfast?”

you froze, eyes wide as the toothbrush in your mouth stilled.

“oh-“

“babe…”

your words were muffled due to the toothpaste in your mouth, but vinnie heard them clearly, “i forgot.”

“i figured.” he nodded with a soft chuckle, pushing himself off the wall, “what do you want?”

you shrugged, “doesn’t matter.”

vinnie knew that answer was bullshit.

you’ve been together long enough for him to understand that ‘doesn’t matter’ means something completely different.

based on your mood when he left you earlier this morning, you wouldn’t want something too big.

“fruit it is.” he nodded, exiting the bathroom to retrieve your meal.

“thank you! i love you!” you called as he left.

“i love you more, you’re welcome!”

•••

you were sat on the couch, hera sleeping in your lap as you watched a movie. you sniffled as you adjusted your position a bit.

“baby?”

you perked up at the sound of vinnie’s voice, turning in the direction it came from.

“yes?”

“can you come here, please?”

hera too seemed to jump up at the sound of her fathers voice, quickly hopping off your lap to follow you to the kitchen.

“yeah?” you spoke to his back as he seemed to be focused on something on the counter in front of him.

“take this.” he turned to you, a cap full of nyquil in his hand.

you furrowed your brows in both confusion and disgust. you weren’t a fan of nyquil at all, “why?”

“you have a cough, babe. it’s been keeping you up at night.” he stepped forward to press a hand to your forehead, “and you’re warm. my god.”

your eyes soften at his worry.

“vin…”

“and your voice is scratchy.” he shook his head jokingly, “we need to get you some tea or something.”

“are you aware of how much i love you?”

much to his frustration, you put the cap of medicine on the counter rather than taking it immediately.

“i’m aware and i love you as well.” he leant down to press a kiss to your head, “what would make me love you more is if you took that medicine so you could feel better.”

you quickly took the nyquil, scrunching up your face at the unsatisfying taste.

“what would i do without you, vin?”

“not take proper care of yourself, apparently.” he scoffed playfully, watching as you bent down to cradle hera in your arms. “let’s go cuddle to help you feel better, yeah?”

“i feel like maybe ice cream would—“

he cut you off as he grabbed your waist and lifted you up, careful not to possibly hurt hera in the process.

his heart fluttered as he spoke over the sound of your laughter, “ice cream is no good for the sick. but i love you enough to order your favorite food for dinner.”

you smiled brightly, “i’ll take it.”

#sturniolo triplets #vinnie hacker x you #vinnie hacker blurb #vinnie hacker fluff #vinnie hacker imagine #vinnie hacker #vinnie hacker imagines #vinnie hacker x reader

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presleyanswrites · 7 months

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chilly

pairing(s): mcu peter parker x sick!fem!reader

desc basically im obsessed with sick!fics. posted one a while back for another fandom 🤭 just peter worried.

a/n holy shit im so sorry i haven't been posting lately my loves. my house is currently being sold and i've been running ramped. i wrote this after i had time off work. hope you enjoy.

warnings language, fluff, grammar. (please message me if i missed any!)

@cozytober2023

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It was only October 7th and you we're already a stuffy snotty sticky mess from the sudden drop of temperature outside.

It was cold outside, but the light from your wooden bedroom windows sunbathed the room, brightening your pale complexion.

tissues were plastered all over your messy bed and your phone was constantly dinging with messages from your group chat. you didn't show up to work, or to school that day, and by the looks of your random naps and binge watches on Netflix, you had forgot to call anyone to let them know you couldn't make it, including your boyfriend peter.

you kept coughing which made your head pulsate more as you wrapped your blanket around you and curled into it, squirming and desperately trying to get comfortable.

he was always super protective of you. sometimes it was really annoying but it felt good to know he was always thinking of you. and thats probably an understatement.

you felt sick. that might've been a blunt word, but everytime you tried to swallow your own spit it hurt like hell and you felt your head beating in pain like a heart would pump blood.

you groan and pull your comforter back over your head before you flutter your eyes closed and try to get your mind off the pain in your throat. It burned everytime you breathed which made you hiss uncomfortably. You eventually get yourself to fall asleep (after way too many doses of NyQuil) with half of your body immersed in your pillow.

you rested softly for a few hours before you woke to the sound of peter climbing through your window. you're eyes could barely adjust to the light as your tried to look up to see who it was, but your body was too tired to try and shake yourself up.

he rolled on the floor after falling from your complicated window sill but quickly got up with a groan.

he puffs, dusting him self off as he looks around the room for his girl.

"love?" peter looked around curiously to find you laying in your bed.

he carefully knelt down and shook you slightly as you woke up again with a jump.

you cough. "jesus, peter. you scared the shit out of me." you shift your arms behind you to prop yourself up, as he tucks a piece of your hair that fell back behind your ear.

"sorry," he laughs. "i just got really worried. I came as soon as I could. are you alright? why weren't you at school? or work- MJ said you didn't come."

his smile turns into a concerned perplexed look.

"uh", you sit up and rub your eye, coughing.

he noticed you sweating, and your puffy red eyes and a nose rubbed red.

"are you feeling okay?" his eyes and face look soft for you as his lip pouted a little.

he comes closer to you, kneeling down as he rests his hand on your forehead gently. you press your lips together and sniffle.

"pete, im fine."

"but- you're burning up!" he adds, as you look away from him.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier? i could've taken school off or-"

"peter." you look up.

"no." you croak, "i would never let you do that."

He puffs his cheeks and breathes out as he sits with you in your bed. You look in your boyfriends eyes as he turns his head to examine you.

"you don't look well, sweets." he frowns as he kisses the top of your forehead.

"i know", you say as you sniffle and your face starts to tickle a little.

he hands you a tissue as you sneeze in your sleeves. "bless you." he rests his tongue to the side of his mouth.

spidey senses.

"you okay?" he looks at you.

"mhm", you purse your lips.

you blow your nose as he looks at your face again.

"you gonna let me take care of you?" he holds his breath in worry.

you shake your head. "no."

he frowns again. "but you're sick! you're my girlfriend I can't just leave you here." He seems stressed, folding his his hands on your arms.

you cough and add, "i don't want you to get sick. plus, you have patrol tonight."

he shakes his head. "no way, im staying."

"No." you look in his eyes.

"Yes." he nods.

"No, peter."

"Yes, y/n." he crosses his arms.

you sigh.

"im staying right here." He says determinedly as he wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his chin on your shoulder. worry chilled up his spine for you.

"okay," you give up. "its cold anyway." you couldn't resist him. you didn't want him to patrol in the this insane cold weather anyways.

you pull a sweatshirt over your head.

"movie?" we whispers. "i'll get you snacks." he rubs your back softly.

you sweat a little and try to swallow.

you smile a little, "okay."

coughing, he rubs your arm. "are you okay?" he looks at you worriedly.

"im fine, my body just hurts."

he pulls you in a hug before kissing your head and leaving the room to go to the kitchen.

he gets back almost instantly with a bag of candy and popcorn, setting it on the bed and a mug of hot tea for your throat on the bedside table.

"can i get you anything else?" he looked sad.

your heart warmed and hurt at the same time.

"no, im okay."

he places a bowl of soup down next to the mug as you lean over to take it and sip it gently.

he lays in your bed as you open your laptop to the same crime documentary.

"again?" he groans, shifting his neck up against the pillow as he scrunches his face, looking at the ceiling.

as you giggle he looks up to see your smile which made his stomach hurt.

"yes, again." you try to hold back your lips from curling into a laugh.

he sighs and clicks the play button on your computer.

you rest your head on his chest, snuggling into him as he lays his arm around you, intertwining your hand into his.

"love you." he whispers in your hair softly, tucking a kiss to the back of your head.

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hornedqueenofhell · 8 months

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Steddie Sick fic pt. 3

Pt 2

When they make it to the parking lot Steve is clearly having a time freeing himself from octopus Eddie who has decided to latch onto Steve with a single-minded determination. Gareth wishes he had a camera.

He can’t see what Harrington does to make Eddie let go but whatever it was was very effective as Eddie finally releases his grip and allows Steve to lay him down in the backseat. Dustin hands his keys back and accepts a hug from Steve before the freshman trots back over to them as Jonathan pulls into the parking lot. The boys wave to each other and then Steve is gone, taking Eddie with him.

“You think he’ll be okay?” Grant asks worriedly, they did just hand Eddie the Freak Munson, weak as a kitten, off to King Steve. The enormity of what just happened starts to hit them all and they start to panic.

“Oh fuck, oh god what if he kills him?”

“He wouldn’t do that right? The kids wouldn’t have called him if he would, right?!”

A sharp whistle cuts them off and they all turn to Lucas who pulls his fingers from his mouth, he gives them all a disappointed look, his hands settling on his hips like a small, angry soccer mom. “Steve is getting certified as an EMT. He’ll keep Eddie safe.”

“Why didn’t you just say so?” Gareth explodes, he was ready to tear his hair out worried about his friend.

“Steve doesn’t know that we know.” Mike says as he hands Dustin his backpack, Will is already off to go talk to his brother.

“Huh?” The band collectively replies.

“He’s scared he’ll fail. Doesn’t want to tell anyone until he’s sworn in, like there’s any chance he won’t be top of his class. He doesn’t know that we all know already, we’re planning a big party for him once he graduates. Of course Dustin has all the subtlety of a brick to the face so how Steve hasn’t figured out that he knows yet is the real surprise.” Lucas explains, giving Dustin some major side eye.

“Hey!”

Well that was kinda reassuring, didn’t people who did medical stuff have to take a vow to not hurt people or something like that?

“What’s going to happen when Eddie wakes up?” Oh boy.

~O~

Munson was scary light as Steve got him through the front door and onto the couch. He’d mumbled a few things into Steve’s neck when he got jostled as Steve kicked the front door closed behind them but settled down again shortly after.

“What was that?” He asked as he pushed Munson’s sweaty hair off his forehead.

“Had… dream…like this.” He mumbles and yeah Steve needs to get his fever down. He walks into the kitchen and finds a frozen bag of peas he used to use for sports injuries and after wrapping it up with a towel from the stove he plops the bag on Munson's face.

"Blindfolding me 'lready, sssso bold."

“You really never shut up do you?” He rests one arm on the couch arm, chin propped on the other with a slight smirk. He leans over Eddie and watches as the older boy drags the bag of peas to his chest to hold against his overheated core and blinks up at him with foggy, wet bambi eyes.

“C’n think… a feww ‘ays.” Munson tries to give him a flirty look back but his fever makes him uncoordinated so it looks more like his face just scrunches up uncomfortably. It makes Steve chuckle softly and Eddie lights up in response.

“Pretty… pretty boy.” He tries to reach up but Steve catches his hand and gently places it back on the pea ice pack. Munson was smart, pressing his wrists against it to help cool him down.

“I know I’m gorgeous Munson but let’s get you feeling better before you try to kiss me okay?”

“Promise?” Well, Steve feels like he should be surprised but considering Eddie has been basically spilling his sexuality in his fevered state, he’s just going to wait it out and see if Eddie remembers any of this later. And if he doesn’t then he will keep the older boy’s secret.

“We can talk about it when your fever breaks. Do you think you could keep some food down for me or would you rather take some Nyquil and sleep?”

Eddie looks queasy at just the mention of food so it’s not a surprise when he asks for sleep. Steve stands and goes to dig through his medicine cabinet, he knows he stocked up when Dustin had a cold from all the stress after Starcourt. After filling up the little cup with the medicine he fills another glass with some gatorade mixed with ice for him to wash it down.

Eddie’s breathing is still a little shallow when he returns, but hopefully the medicine will help with the fever breaking. He is able to haul Eddie up enough to get him to drink the medicine but struggles with getting him to sip the juice. Eventually Eddie places his hand over Steve’s to steady him so he’s not feeling waterboarded.

“Spose it’ss too late t’ ask, you di’n’t poison me right?”

Steve sets the glass aside since it seems like Eddie is done drinking. “No Munson, I’m not that jealous of you stealing my kids yet.”

“Nooo, not jel’uss. Kids luv you.” His slurring started to get worse as the meds kicked in.

“We can debate that in the morning, for now let’s get you in a bed.” He takes the melty bag of peas and sets them aside before scooping Eddie up again. Getting up the stairs leaves Steve huffing a bit, Eddie is light but he isn’t weightless. He says as such and gets a bite to the shoulder for his trouble.

“...u callin’ me fat?” He pouts and weakly tries to squirm away.

“No Eddie you’re the prettiest princess at the ball I assure you. I will search the whole kingdom to find out who could ever fit into your scuffed up Docs.” Steve snorts but Eddie looks pleased as punch at Steve’s proclamation.

“Damn straight.” Eddie sighs tiredly, his head lolling against Steve’s shoulder. “Don’ wanna wake up.”

“Wake up from what Eddie?” He asks as he lays Eddie in the guest bed, he kneels down to tug off Eddie’s boots and set them aside. Talking to Eddie is like conversing with a sleep talker at this point.

“Dream, you bein’ niccce.”

“What would you like me to say in this dream of yours then? Before you wake up.” He asks, looking up at Eddie from where he’s kneeling in front or the other, hands gripping his shins to keep his balance. He’s not expecting Eddie to reach out and touch his cheek with icy fingers.

“Ssssuch a crussh on you…school.”

Steve’s cheeks explode with color at that admission and he quickly stands up to lay Eddie down and tuck him in. Eddie is out as soon as he hits the pillow. Steve runs a hand through his hair and sighs as he watches Eddie Munson curl around his pillow in his sleep and let out a loud snore.

Shaking his head he leaves the door cracked open and heads back downstairs to clean up and watch some tv before bed.

Pt 4

#stranger things #eddie munson #steve harrington #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve x eddie #dustin henderson #will byers #mike wheeler #lucas sinclair #gareth emerson #jeff stranger things #stranger things unnamed freak #corroded coffin #sickfic #emt!steve #steddiefic chronicles

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nyquil-guzzler-420 · 10 months

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"will graham's father was a good guy!"

nobody turns out that gay and disturbed and has a good relationship with their father

#ALSO THIS ISNT BASHING ON YALLS HEADCANNONS I LOVE A GOOD WILL GRAHAMS DAD FIC THIS WAS JUST A LIL THOUGHT #nyquil #will graham #hannibal lecter #nbc hannibal #hannibal

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pupkashi · 1 year

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jujutsu kaisen masterlist

— main masterlist

*fluff ^ angst

gojo satoru !

gojo satoru masterlist

nanami kento !

* picnics

* boyfriend!nanami headcanons

* “would we be a couple in another universe?”

* green thumb

nanami kento has a green thumb

birthdays *^

nanami makes your birthday a bit cozier than previous years

* “i miss you” “i left fifteen minutes ago”

* “you’re so warm” “we really need to get up”

* comforting you after a bad day hcs

* cooking chaos

* drabble #1

* drabble #2

* drabble #3

* drabble #4

okkotsu yuta !

* boyfriend!yuta headcanons

fushiguro megumi !

* flu season

megumi learns that nyquil unlocks your inner rockstar

* megumi w an insomniac partner hcs

* “babe i love you, but we need to go”

* drabble #1

* drabble #2

itadori yuji !

* drabble #1

inumaki toge !

* socks to sleep

multi character fics !

* friends to lovers hcs

gojo satoru, nanami kento & fushiguro megumi

* giving them flowers

gojo satoru, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuji & nanami kento

they get jealous

gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta, fushiguro toji

* how they flirt

gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta, fushiguro toji

* when you’re sick

gojo satoru, nanami kento, fushiguro megumi, itadori yuji, inumaki toge, okkotsu yuta

#jjk masterlist

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apprenticestanheight · 3 months

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kindly asking for hoffman taking care of a sick s/o (but also not opposed to the same prompt for amanda,,)

Hoffman and Amanda taking care of a sick s/o headcanons

Okay!! This is coming out literal months after it was sent into my inbox and for that, I apologize! I am notoriously terrible at time management and I will procrastinate as much as the day is long.

Procrastination in accompaniment with a couple of personal issues and mountains of demotivation and anxiety as tall as mount everest are not the best cocktail and again, I am very sorry for how long this has taken!

I do have it titled in a way that might be a little confusing but, just to clarify, I did do headcanons and I did two separate sets rolled up into one fic just so that I could make it a little easier on myself because I could not, for the life of me, choose between hoffman and amanda for this. I don't write enough for either of them so this is kind of how I'm compensating for that lol

Fic type - this is very fluffy!

Warnings - the reader has a sinus infection/cold, so there's likely to be symptoms of that discussed, plus mentions of medication

oooookay!! To start, we're gonna go with Hoffman!

You wake up sick one random morning at the beginning of February and Mark is immediately like "oh NO, did I give them the sinus cold that's been going around work?" bc he had it like,, two or so weeks beforehand

and when you say good morning in a way that tells mark you're groggy but also sick, he calls in sick from work on your behalf and then calls the precinct to waste a few sick days to take care of you

After he's called in sick from work, he kisses your forehead both because he wants to and also to check for a fever. He finds that you're burning up, which is a bit of a surprise given the fact that, the minute Mark had adjusted, you'd practically stolen all of the blankets from him.

So, he kisses you on the forehead again and then leaves your apartment to grab the essentials: ibuprofen for the inevitable headache, a combination pack Nyquil and Dayquil to ease the fever and also help you function like a person during the day and get some sleep at night.

He also grabs chicken noodle soup and bread for toast, plus a few of your favorite snacks.

When he gets back home, he tosses one of his older NJPD sweaters into the dryer so that it comes out warm once the fever has broken, finds you in your bed with nothing but a stolen pair of Marks boxers and one of his button ups to act as clothes. A thick blanket covers your legs entirely and you've sat up in the bed, clearly trying to will yourself to function like you would if you weren't sick.

Mark is at your side relatively quickly with a Dayquil and bottle of gatorade in hand, kissing your forehead as you take the pills and thank him for running the errand.

Generally, Mark is absolutely the type of guy who just wants to make sure you have the time to rest. He takes care of the house work, makes sure that the windows are open so that you're still getting fresh air but aren't practically drowning in the wintery cold, does everything he can to make sure you're resting well.

that also means he's with you lots of the time--he'll lay down with you in bed for as long as you want, happy to kiss the top of your head and act as your anchor when a migraine sets in.

It also means kisses after you've taken your meds--you'll pop a Dayquil, sip some gatorade, and Mark will kiss your forehead or your cheek and then say nothing when you fall asleep against his shoulder twenty minutes later

he's generally very sweet and absolutely one hell of a guy to have around when you have a cold

okay! It's Mandys turn

Amanda is super clingy and has herself a few connections, so when she finds out you have a cold she uses those connections.

the biggest connection that she has is lawrence (I am firmly of the belief that they had a sibling dynamic and also that they were both only children) and she uses it the second you're asleep while sinus-infected and bedridden

she calls him up like "hi. my partner has a cold. I need a prescription for the best cold meds you have or at least a bit of advice please and thanks."

so, Lawrence kind of like,, he gives her the play-by-play, right? He tells her what over-the-counter meds work the best and gives her advice on how to help you

she follows it bc she wants you to get better. She gets you the good stuff and benadryl, which has the tendency to knock a person out as it were and the night-time cold meds were out of stock at the pharmacy she went to.

She even goes to walmart and gets you a heated blanket. she is the fuckin--she loves you so much that she's willing to spend the 2001 equivalent of modern-day $20 for one of the decent ones.

And then she gets home and kisses you on the cheek bc emotional support, and you thank her while she sets up the heated blanket

generally, Amanda is like--she's on top of your care. She makes sure you're always comfortable, bribes you with kisses to get you to take the buckleys or whatever it is that she finds when she checks another pharamacy after a bit of apprenticing one day

you also sleep a lot, and Amanda pretty much acts as your body pillow??

the minute you're tiredly pressing your face against her shoulder, she's just kind of happy to let you sleep as you please because she wants you to get better

generally, she's very attentive and is quick to get you what you need when you need it.

#mark hoffman x reader #amanda young x reader #mark hoffman #amanda young #saw 2004 #saw franchise

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