#superdrug

[leobashi]

Grumpy old man who’s always having a bad day married to sunshine boy who radiates sickening optimism my beloveds jdjsn

[cheese-chase]

I am here to ask for SuperDrug

LOVE THEMM

6. SuperDrug!

check the og post before submitting please :D

[iamfruitie]

Was asked for some Jackie/Henrik (Superdrug) make out~

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“Hey, Hen, where do you keep your band-aids again?” Jackie asked as he went into Henrik’s office. “And before you freak, it’s just a papercut. I was reading a comic, and it decided to attack me.”

“Did you clean off the cut?” Henrik asked, closing his laptop as he stood up from his seat. 

“It’s just a papercut,” Jackie said, using his other hand to look around the shelves. 

“That’s a no.” Henrik sighed. “Sit down, let me care for you.”

“But-”

“Sit.” 

“Okay.” Jackie moved and sat himself on Henrik's desk. 

“How you are still living after all of these accidents and not caring for yourself is done by a miracle. It is me. I am the miracle.” Henrik said, getting his first-aid kit that Jackie had completely missed. 

“I don’t get into that many accidents.” Jackie protested, curling into himself like a scolded puppy when Henrik gave him a look. “Maybe a handful.”

“Uh-huh. A handful.” Henrik hummed, opening his kit and pulling out a disinfectant wipe, a pair of gloves, and a bandage. 

“It’s just a papercut, you don’t need all that,” Jackie said as Henrik gloved up and started cleaning off his finger. 

“You heal incredibly fast, which means the window for infection is much smaller, a good thing, but also a thing to be aware of. The sooner and better we clean, the less likely there is to be an infection.” Henrik stated his spiel that Jackie had heard a thousand times before. The spiel was always being used to distract Jackie while he was being tended to. 

“I know, I know.” Jackie looked up at the ceiling as he waited. It was so hard to stay seated for too long. There was so much to do, so much to see, and just sitting here was so ugh. 

“You are bandaged,” Henrik said, taking the gloves off and disposing of them. 

“Thanks, Hen.” Jackie looked at his now bandaged finger, giving it a few bends. 

“I am not done. You are missing something very important.” Henrik took Jackie’s hand and pressed a quick kiss to the finger. Jackie stiffened and felt a rush of heat go through him, having not expected that at all. 

“Th-Thanks. I think it’s all-” Jackie stopped and made a little sound he could not describe as Henrik placed a kiss on the back of his hand, then his wrist. “I didn’t hurt my-my arm.” He stammered out as Henrik trailed his kisses further up. Jackie swore he could feel the warmth of Henrik’s lips even through his hoodie’s sleeve. 

“Can never be too sure.” Henrik kissed Jackie’s shoulder, his neck, his cheek, and his forehead before pausing and grinning. “Anywhere else that might hurt?”

“My…lips?” Jackie said with an awkward, almost shy smile. 

“Good boy.” Henrik chuckled before diving into a kiss. Jackie reacted instantly, breath hitching from both that phrase and the energy behind the kiss. Henrik had made it clear right away that he wanted more than a simple peck. Jackie wrapped an arm around Henrik’s waist, spreading his knees apart to pull him in as close as possible. Henrik rested a hand on the side of Jackie’s neck, fingers resting on the perfect spot to feel the racing heartbeat. His other hand went to Jackie’s thigh, squeezing it and taking advantage of the soft gasp, pushing his tongue into Jackie’s mouth and soaking in the groan he got in response. Jackie wrapped his other arm around Henrik, slowly melting away into the kiss, closing his eyes and letting himself be guided. 

“Hey, Hen!” Anti called out, throwing the door open. “Oh, well damn, keep making out. Don’t let me stop you.” Jackie covered his face with his hands while Henrik looked ready to spew swears in several languages. Anti casually leaned against the doorframe. “Hypothetically, if someone cut their hand on glass and they’ve bled enough to soak a hand towel, should we get you?”

“Who got hurt?” Henrik asked with a sigh, snatching his first aid kit. 

“It might be Chase.”

“Fucking-” Henrik grunted as he rushed out. 

“It was an accident!” Anti called after him before looking back at Jackie. “You got a friend needing some attention, too.” He pointed at Jackie’s crotch and strolled off. Jackie looked down and was ready to die on the spot as he moved his hands to cover a different part of himself. 

[ethernolether]

#superdrug yaoi

[azaza-ftw]

Second to last post about Sketchmas 2024 :3 Man, breaking these up into somewhat coherent categories of arts has been uhhhh hard and I failed miserably lmaoooo ENJOY - @leobashi requested a colored sketch of Superdrug (Henrik x Jackie) on a date, so I drew them in a planetarium! - @dnpstardust wanted a Chase Brody x Dr.Arin kiss like the Thankmas one ( ͡ᵔ ͜ʖ ͡ᵔ ) (Hannah I love you) - @dapperphantom donated for their (gaAAAAHHHHH I LOVE THEM) werecat Marvin and JackieBatMan designs - @ leobashi's delicious cup noodle ramen that no glitchy demon twinks can touch or blow up thanks to new anti-Anti Microwave technology developments (based on a Sketchmas discord server interaction we had lmao) - @ TinyWyFrost 's OC with Murderplier This one's kinda random but oh well hahahahahah!!!!!!!!

[iamvegorott]

Ink Month 2025 Day 9

Love Bird - Superdrug

Jackie sat on the front porch of Henrik’s home, half-drank mug of coffee in hand, and he looked up at a nearby tree. He could see two birds fluttering about, packing sticks, leaves, and other things into a nest, working together and tweeting happily as they went. 

“What are you looking at?” Henrik asked, stepping out of the house and sitting next to Jackie, his own, freshly-filled, mug of coffee in his hands.

“There are some birds up there.” Jackie pointed at the tree. “Looks like they’re making a nest.” 

“I see.” Henrik hummed as he followed where Jackie’s finger aimed. “Cute little ones. They look like they are working hard.” 

“They’ve been at it for a while; they might be finishing up.” Jackie had a soft smile as he kept his eyes on the birds. “I bet they’re going to be really happy together in the same place. That’s now their nest. A place for both of them to come back to after any trip they take.” 

Henrik saw that look, and after being with Jackie for as long as he had been, he knew how to read it. There was a fondness in those eyes, but at the same time a touch of jealousy. 

Jackie had been at Henrik’s home more often than his own the past few months. His apartment was small, located on the ground floor of a large building with nearly a hundred other people living there, so there was always some kind of noise happening, which made sleeping difficult at times. Henrik’s home, on the other hand, was far from massive or fancy, but it was a house that only he lived in. It could be quiet when needed, plenty of space to move about, and more doors for privacy. It was probably a luxury compared to Jackie’s place. 

“I will be right back.” Henrik placed his mug down and got back up, going into the house.

“Okay?” Jackie felt like he had missed something, turning to see Henrik go. He placed his mug next to Henrik’s and waited for the other to return. He hadn’t said something wrong, right? He was just talking about the birds. Maybe Henrik just needed the bathroom or something. Jackie perked up when Henrik returned, and was now even more confused when Henrik handed him a set of keys.

“There you go,” Henrik stated, sitting back down. 

“Why did you give me your house keys?” Jackie asked, thumb playing with the little Spider-Man charm on the keys that he had gotten Henrik a while ago. 

“Our house keys.” Henrik corrected casually, picking his mug up and taking a sip of his coffee.

“Wait, our? What do you-” Jackie stopped when it clicked. “Really!?” 

“You are here more often than not. Why not make it official?” Henrik was still trying to be casual, using the mug to hide his smile. 

“Dude!” Jackie laughed and lunged at Henrik, diving into a kiss and knocking him back a bit. The coffee spilled a little, but the mug survived as Henrik managed to place it down somewhat gently in the chaos. 

“Careful, you are going to break my glasses.” Henrik chuckled with his tease.

Jackie paused, slipped off Henrik’s glasses, set them aside, and then went into another kiss. 

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Tag List: @narutofoxlover

[pxppet]

Not incredibly motivated lately but here's some Jackie and Henrik sketches. I've been taking a lot of comfort in dochero lately! My boysss <3

[sugarrspice]

Jackie lets himself into their apartment, sniffs the air, and sneezes.

The air smells- cold. Solemn as the grave, as it usually does; he's actually gotten used to the comfort of the weight of the atmosphere. Like a weighted blanket, he told Henrik. Atop that lies the heavier smell of abject fucking misery, and he likes that far less.

He sets down his bag, and peers around the room like it'll tell him where Henrik's gone. He can't hear anything, but the doctor is already terrifyingly quiet, and the smell doesn't tell him anything useful.

With another sigh, he tugs off his jacket, tossing it onto the chair. Henrik will scold him, but Henrik always scolds him, and then Jackie masterfully redirects him.

"Hen," he calls out into the quiet. "I'm back. No hello, how are you kisses?"

Even with wolf-sharp hearing, he can only hear a muffled garble of words in response, but still, Jackie perks up. There he is.

Henrik is, when he slips into their bedroom, bundled up under their weighted blanket and staring at the book in front of him; so much for reading, Jackie assumes. With a hum, Jackie approaches, collapsing onto his side of the bed; he doesn't try to touch Henrik just yet. There are bad days, and there are bad days. The soft mattress against his back does wonders for his screaming muscles, and he can't help but relax, ever so slightly.

"I know that page isn't that riveting that you'd ignore my arrival," he says, batting his eyes up at Henrik; Henrik doesn't even bat an eye. That's... still worrying. There should be a jibe, a jab, something.

He sighs, and offers his hand, palm up; Henrik will take it if he wants the touch. "Talk to me, Polaris. What's wrong? Is today's day-"

He pauses, wracking his brains. Shit, he didn't miss Henrik's turning-day, or something, did he? But no, it's well in the middle of November and that gods-forsaken day was in August.

Henrik does, to his surprise, reach out to take his hand, lacing their fingers together. He's cool, cooler than a regular human; Jackie's going to have to make sure he's not been forgetting to feed. Taking the opportunity, Jackie wiggles closer, pressing up to Henrik's side.

"It's not your turning day, as far as I know, work's been okay-?"

"I saw," Henrik says quietly, "someone I didn't expect to see. I told you about- in work, they transferred in someone I knew. Jack."

Jackie makes a noise of understanding. Henrik's talked about Jack very, very rarely; only on nights where he's half-drowsy from satiation or otherwise preoccupied. All he knows- all he knows is that this Jack had something to do with his turning.

He's trying not to make too many assumptions about that, brutal as Henrik's turning had been. It's entirely just as likely he was an innocent bystander in an otherwise horrific attack.

"And I'm assuming people came with him."

"Apparently," Henrik says, and the wet-mulch smell of misery only increases tenfold. Jackie flounders for a moment, and eventually sits upright so he can wriggle under the blanket with Henrik. In his defense, Henrik is running cold right now; he could use the extra heat.

"And this is...? A bad thing?"

"A reminder," Henrik says, and then lapses back into silence. Definitely a brooding mood. Jackie shakes his head, and curls around Henrik; Henrik is not a small man, and he can't quite nestle his head on the curve of his shoulder the way he usually would, but this has never stopped Jackie, and he's not planning on letting it stop him now.

"Is today a take-out and GATTACA night?"

Henrik pauses, and then sighs, the movement exaggerated enough that Jackie rocks a little with it. "If that was a pun about feeding on a date night..."

Jackie snickers. "C'mon. It wasn't even that bad. Had some real bite to it--"

"You're awful," Henrik tells him primly, turning to trap him in a headlock; Jackie wiggles with glee. Mission- distract boyfriend a resounding success, and he lets the wolf's pelt flow over him like a second skin as he twists to wrestle Henrik in turn. He can't- he can't fix this. He became a hero to help, and sometimes, he's learnt, it's just company that can help.

Henrik's not smiling, exactly, but those deep brown eyes are softening, softening- so he figures he'll take the victories where he can get them.