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michael misa wearing mismatched socks because he runs cold all the time and he can't be bothered to look for clean and matching socks before coffee, so he just stumbles in the kitchen wearing a hoodie with the wrong number, sleeves so long he can hide his cold hands in it, boxers and awful socks. he looks as miserable as he feels and somehow that's not his problem.

but as misa is rubbing at his eyes, heading to the coffee maker, he lets a soft whine of despair when he realises the coffee pot is empty. this amuses sam who is just a step away, misa's mug in his hand as he stirs the sugar in it, pressing the cup in misa's hand when he is done. because sam is always just one step ahead when it comes to misa's needs.

not a word is uttered, but when misa looks up and sees sam, notices the cup in his hands he tugs at sam's wrist, pulling him towards the sofa where sam sits dutifully, knowing all the steps of this dance by heart. misa straddles his lap and rests against sam's chest, face in the crook of sam's warm neck. and the tip of misa's nose cold against it, tickling sam who chuckles softly, wrapping his arms around misa while he very slowly wakes up. this is the best spot in town, argue with a wall.

all while toff stands in the kitchen, eyes wide with both horror and fondness, witnessing what must be the most strange behaviour he has ever seen between two friends.

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☆how they take care of you when you’re sick (gojo, geto, nanami)☆

「GOJO」 is going to baby the hell out of you.

The minute he finds out his darling s/o is sick, he's off to the pharmacy to pick up literally every medication known to man. If you're cold, you better believe he's dressing you in one of his oversized hoodies and piling blanket after blanket on top of you. Are you hungry? He's off to the convenience store to buy as many sweet treats and savory snacks as he can carry, teleporting back to your living room in a hurricane of sticky buns and bags of chips. Nothing will keep him away from you, either - your snotty nose and wet cough are no deterrent for Gojo, and he's cuddling you and kissing your feverish forehead every chance he gets. "My poor sick baby," he coos, dragging you onto his lap and letting you curl up against his chest.

(Of course, this means he gets sick as soon as you're better, and you have to baby him right back because he's acting like he's dying.)

「GETO」 has more than enough experience dealing with various illnesses from taking care of Mimiko and Nanako, so expect to get near-perfect treatment.

When you're hanging your head over the toilet in the middle of the night, retching up the last of the bile in your stomach, he's right beside you, holding back your hair and gently rubbing your back. He'll wipe your mouth off with a wet rag, giving you a cup of water to rinse your mouth out with and leading you back to bed. When you wake the next morning, he's already been to the store and back, anti-nausea and fever reducing medication at the ready. He'll lay in bed with you all day, holding you in his arms and pressing an ice pack to your forehead while you watch trash T.V. and eat whatever take-out you think you'll be able to keep down. When you're vomiting again minutes later, crying and apologizing for making him deal with this, he bears a gentle smile and tells you "Let me take care of you, sweet girl."

(He absolutely refuses to let you take care of him when he catches your nasty cold, but doesn't hide the small smile tugging at his lips when you gently untangle his hair, matted from days of laying in bed.)

「NANAMI」 will cater to your every whim... but he's treating it like serious business.

Instead of endless snacks and sweets, he's laser-focused on cooking you healthy meals that are easy on your stomach and designed to help your body fight off the illness. He won't allow you to sit in your own sick for days on end, insisting that you bathe despite your weak protests (but he will run you a warm bath and kneel beside you as you soak, washing your hair for you because you're too tired to do it yourself.) His attitude softens when he sees you curled up in bed at the end of the day, cheeks flushed red from your fever and dark circles lining your under-eyes from exhaustion, and this is when he'll crawl into bed with you. Spooning you, he wraps an arm around your middle, pressing a kiss to the top of your head and murmuring "Feel better soon, princess."

(When Nanami inevitably falls ill after this, he'll bear it stoically... but he doesn't mind when you feed him warm soup and let him rest his aching head on your chest.)

[mobblespsycho100-done]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 崩坏：星穹铁道 | Honkai: Star Rail (Video Game) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Mydei/Phainon (Honkai: Star Rail) Characters: Mydei (Honkai: Star Rail), Phainon (Honkai: Star Rail) Additional Tags: POV Third Person Omniscient, Idiots in Love, Alternate Universe - Robots & Androids, Mutual Pining, First Kiss, The power of Phainon Yapping, Mydei being silly, Making Out, Dialogue Heavy Series: Part 1 of damnatio memoriae Summary:

“Can I ask you the question now?

Mydei scratched the back of his head. “Just spit it out. I was already waiting.”

Phainon took a deep breath and held his impassioned gaze for a few heartbeats before opening his mouth to speak.

  “Was I made to love you?”

In which Phainon is an archival android (codename Deliverer, the first of his type) while Mydei is a robotics engineer and modder, defiant Heir of multibillion robotics manufacturing company Kremnos Forge. Trapped in a small bus stop under the rain, they have a heartfelt chat.

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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 수상한 파트너 | Suspicious Partner (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: No Ji Wook/Eun Bong Hee Characters: Eun Bong Hee, No Ji Wook Additional Tags: angsty, Mostly Drabbles, i will fight for this otp ok Summary:

He's getting used to this, he thinks, whatever this is. This mixture of sneaking glances and nervous footsteps, hiding feelings and suppressing smiles. This game of hide and seek with their feelings.

He's- He'll get used to it. Eventually.

OR: Ji Wook and Bong Hee fall in love in small footsteps. Because you should always take things slow.

ok ok so i finally got around to writing a fic after 4 months and im so happy! I hope you like it ;;

[shastrae]

michael misa, physical contact seeker extraordinaire, putting himself inside of Sam's hoodie like he is a fucking cat or something. the first time he does it they are laying on the couch and he puts himself under the fabric, his head on sam's chest as he just stays here, in the dark, surrounded by sam's scent. sam doesn't know what to do, and he just puts down his phone to rub soft circles on misa's back.

'you good, buddy ?' he asks softly and when misa hums, sam feels it reverbate on his ribcage and its so fucking intimate to have him like that, all safe and close. sam understands this will be a recurring thing and that there is not stopping it.

but of course after that he complains that his hoodies are all stretched out and have lost their shape but misa just says 'buy bigger ones then' as if the problem is sam's clothes and not the fact that misa thinks a hoodie is made for two grown ass men.

but sam complies because he not so secretly loves it. he starts buying hoodie just one size too big but still pretends to be annoyed when misa invades his personal space. he likes the oversize look of it so that's no problem, and misa grins to himself when he starts noticing how much more space there is for him to crawl in now.

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misa having a sam detector, like no matter where they are, he is aware of sam's location in the room. he can feel sam enter a room just by the sound of his steps, the way the energy shift in a group at his arrival. he just knows. and at first it was freaky but now the team just makes jokes about it, positively endeared AND annoyed at how obvious they are. so misa would be zoned out on the couch when suddenly someone would ask 'have you seen sam ?' and misa's response is instant 'talking with toff' while pointing in the right direction, not even looking. the cackles are loud and the guys just shake their heads, not even surprised anymore.

and yet despite this weird superpower of his, misa always bumps into sam when they are walking side by side. their shoulders always knock together when they cross paths. he always sits just too close, half on sam's thigh before settling properly like a normal human being. it's like being closer to sam makes misa's compass go crazy, his true north too close for it to work properly anymore. it's ridiculous and yet sam can't help but grin when misa collides with him for the second time on the ice during practice.

'watch where you're going, little freak'

'well if you see me coming why don't you fucking move then, dickie ?'

'im right where i want to be, thank you very much'

and the smirk. the tension. everyone around sigh but misa goes bright red and mutters to himself before skating away.

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tzjd idea that might already exist out there but hey forgive me

jamie gets hit and is diagnosed with a severe concussion. temporary amnesia, forgetting people faces type of concussion. so yeah, it hurts like HELL but also he is in a constant state of panic because he doesn't remember anyone. and as soon as someone leaves his field of vision he forgets about them again. so it's a nightmare and jamie wants to fucking cease to exist because what the hell ?

anyways, here comes trevor, all scared and worried trevor, and the doc hasn't had time to explain to him. so trevor walks in, yapping jamie's ears off because he is scared and trevor handles emotions by talking a lot. it helps him quiet the buzzing sound in his ears. but when jamie blinks at him, staring like nothing makes sense, trevor stops in his tracks, heart hammering in his chest.

'hey jamie boy, you okay there ?' he asks, worried as he takes a step towards jamie who FLINCHES away.

and what ? trevor's eyes go wide because jamie never refused to be touched by trevor. other people ? yeah sure. but trevor ? his trevor ? never. so Z just stands there, drifting in what feels like the worst storm he ever faced since jamie's trade.

'jamie ?' he asked, choking on the word.

'who are you ?' asks jamie in a tense voice, all the muscles in his body hurting. 'i want- i want trevor.' he adds. because somewhere in his brain, he knows some part of himself lives in another body. he knows he isn't complete without trevor, but the terrible thing is, he can't remember anything about trevor. just that he needs him.

and trevor stands there, lost and hurt and scared out of his mind, because he is right here. why can't jamie see he is right there ?

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TZJD: another Flyer asks Trevor out on a date

thank you @lavendergaia your prompts take my mind to really random places hahah

Jamie was five beers down when he realised he might have a problem. A 1,83 meters tall problem, with shiny hair and crinkly blue eyes. A problem he wasn’t really sure he wanted to get rid off. 

That realization dawned on him as he was sitting on one of the lawn chairs in Cam’s backyard, the smell of barbecue heavy in the evening air as everyone was chatting around, swimming in the pool and just enjoying a chill summer day. Jamie was on his own, savoring a moment of peace when he saw Denver and Trevor talk near the pool, exchanging words that Jamie couldn’t make out, because of the noise his teammates were making, but also simply because they were so far away, and now that he came to think of it, Trevor was definitely too far away for his liking. Jamie was about to do something about it when he saw Denver’s hand slide on Trevor’s waist, Trevor’s head falling back with laughter as they stood a little closer to each other. That's when Jamie realised he had a problem. Because on paper he liked Denver. Denver was a good guy. But then Jamie also felt the urgent need to push him away and remove his hand from Trevor’s waist. So you could see how all of that was a bit confusing, right ?

Scratching as his summer beard, Jamie got up to get a new beer, annoyance flaring hot under his skin as two truths became very clear to him despite the alcohol in his veins. One, he was jealous of Denver. Second, he wanted to kiss Trevor. Maybe even more than that, but now wasn’t quite the right time to consider the possibilities, especially as Cam looked over to him with an amused smirk. 

‘Hey buddy, you’re a bit tipsy, aren’t you ?’ Cam asked, his big hand landing on Jamie’s shoulder. 

‘M’fine’ answered Jamie, taking another beer. ‘Peachy even’ he added with a fake smile, the sight of Trevor laughing seared into his brain, his whole face transformed into an annoyed expression, his whole body forgetting to filter his reactions correctly. 

Cam looked at Jamie with slight worry, but then as he looked down to the meat on the grill, Jamie had disappeared again, leaving him wondering what had put his friend in such a mood. Jamie had made his way back to his chair and he looked around to find Trevor who wasn’t near Denver anymore. As he was searching the pool, a voice resonated near him, making him startle. 

‘Jimmy boy, you’ll never guess what happened.’ said Trevor as he sat on Jamie’s lap like it was his place, not even bothering to ask if Jamie minded. And of course he didn’t because Trevor was warm and his smell was so reassuring and- 

‘What ?’ Jamie remembered to ask, leaning forward, an arm coming around Trevor’s waist as he leaned backward, his ass oh so close to Jamie’s dick. Unaware of his best friend's struggle, Trevor let his head fall back on Jamie’s shoulder. 

‘Denver asked me out on a date.’

Jamie closed his eyes a second, inhaling sharply. Suddenly he needed Trevor off of him, and far away from him. Quickly. But he knew that would be weird, even through the fog of the alcohol in his brain, he knew that much. 

‘And ?’ he asked with a hoarse voice, hating the pit of despair that had opened in his stomach.

‘And what ?’ 

‘What did you say ?’ 

‘Jim, don’t be ridiculous.’ chuckled Trevor, shaking his head slightly before he turned his sunkissed face towards Jamie’s, looking so pretty Jamie could have cried. Their noses were almost touching and if Jamie just leaned in his direction, just a tiny bit- ‘Denver is a nice guy but I’m all accounted for.’ 

Maybe it was the beers. Or the heat. The lack of proper meals since that morning. Or maybe it was the fact that Jamie’s brain sometimes stalled when Trevor was near. But the last sentence that fell from Trevor’s mouth couldn’t be true. This was Jamie’s worst nightmare and he suddenly felt like he was going to be sick. But Trevor was still on his lap, still pressed against his chest, and he couldn’t move. 

‘Acounted for ?’ he managed to get out, throat dry and a little too tight to manage real sentences. 

Trevor didn't answer but instead sat up, shifting mercifully on Jamie’s thighs. ‘Well, yeah ?’ he said as if it was more a question than a statement. He frowned at Jamie for a while before he laughed softly and made that thing that drove Jamie insane, the little head tilt that exposed his throat. ‘Jamie, do you remember we are dating ?’ he asked softly, his index finger coming under Jamie’s chin, his lips coming so close Jamie could feel them brush against his mouth, sending tingles in his whole body. 

‘Are we ?’ he asked dumbly, his mind so fuzzy that he couldn’t really figure it out on his own. He tightened his arm around Trevor, keeping him close, appreciating his warmth and the way he felt against Jamie’s chest. 

‘Not the first time you got so drunk you forgot.’ Trevor chuckled, kissing Jamie softly, his hand cupping his cheek gently while Jamie blinked a few times, his eyes going wide, not believing what had just happened to him.

‘Do it again’ Jamie whispered fervently, chasing after Trevor’s lips, making him laugh as he indulged Jamie’s request with delight.