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I can’t sleep tonight
Having no other adult experience with an actual relationship outside of him, I have fears.
I feel like I’m allowed to be human with her. I’m comfortable blowing my nose and flossing in her presence. That doesn’t sound like much, but it’s progress.
More than anything I feel animated, like, alive. I can laugh loud and silly, and be excited about trivial things; I can take long, windy routes to tell stories, and forget what I was saying mid sentence. None of this phases her. I’m not an annoyance. I’m not wasting her time.
Did I ever feel this way with him? I must have. I remember being willing to take a bullet for him. Does that mean this is all going to fade too?
I worry I’m going to turn into that hallow, emotionless shell again. And that it had nothing to do with him always cutting me down, and everything to do with me just being soulless and horrible.
Maybe all this love stuff is short lived and fleeting for me, and my rotten insides will cause me to hurt her as well.
This is lowkey really cute
Find you a partner who, knowing you love them, will make oatmeal peanut butter cookies despite hating both peanut butter and oatmeal themselves.
I'm lying in bed next to my amazing woman, who, moments ago, i woke up so that she'd hold me while I sobbed. For no reason that I can confirm. I am calm now and I feel her drifting off next to me. It's peaceful.
I spent so many nights attempting to pace away my anxiety and dread in the basement alone. I didn't want the creaky floorboards in our old house to wake him.
Waking him was always bad. Especially if I was looking for comfort. His demons were to be soothed, attended and deferred to. Mine, likely only an excuse for my shortcomings, were mine. What business were they of his?
Lesson learned: relationships take investment; they're not supposed to hurt like this.
If I had mono now, my woman would make me tea and soup, and watch movies with me in bed. She’d tell me not to get up, that I need my rest, and help me take little walks when I started going stir crazy.
Your partner should be kind to you, and want you to be healthy and comfortable. Don’t let your brain tell you otherwise.
You deserve kindness, I promise.
Being sick is an Excuse: Episode 3
I had mono about 9 years ago. I was awake for 4ish hours a day, and just could not function for the rest. He could have threatened me with a knife and I wouldn’t have woken up or moved.
I spent my 4 hours of consciousness taking care of him while he sat on his computer and played video games. Cooked his dinner and lunches (I couldn’t swallow without immense pain, so I don’t think I ate?), did laundry, washed dishes, cleaned the bathroom, and then passed out.
Most people would help/comfort their partner. Him?
“Well if you’re going to be allowed to slack so much, you need to make up for it.”
your blue
1k • teen • DekuShin
“You’re back early.” Izuku startles a little at the hushed voice. Here he thought he’d just slip in from the balcony with all his luggage, trying his best not to wake Hitoshi in the middle of the night. He really should know his insomniac boyfriend better than that.
Izuku arrives home after a couple weeks abroad and finds his boyfriend not sleeping.
[Read the fic on AO3]
A sickly Wonka and Female reader taking care of him (after the events of the movie.)
Summary: Stand-alone prequel to MLCB series combined with an ask for a sick fic. How the reader met and fell in love with Willy. Instant chemistry! (Longer than intended, but I just couldn't stop)
C/W: Illness, though not graphic
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BOXES
"ACHOO!" You heard a loud sneeze in the alley followed by a crashing sound on your walk home from work. You peered around the corner of the building and spotted a lanky man with a fuschia coat and dark hair curling around the brim of his brown top hat looking down at the mess of boxes surrounding him on the ground.
"Are you alright, sir?" you asked.
He swirled around to look at you with a light pink blush spreading across his cheeks. "Oh, uh, yes. Thank you, Miss...?"
"[Y/N]."
"[Y/N]. What a lovely name. I'm [achoo!] Willy."
"I know who you are, Mr. Wonka," you said with a smile.
"Really?" he said in a surprised and equally nasal tone before sneezing again.
"You *are* quite the celebrity around here, sir. Do you need some help?" you asked, pointing to the boxes.
Willy looked around and sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. Noticing that he didn't seem to be the type to easily ask for or accept help, you pried further. "Where are you trying to take them? I work at a shop nearby. We could borrow the cart."
"Really?"
"You say that a lot, don't you, Mr. Wonka." You giggled.
"Just Willy, please," he said softly. "I just need to get these boxes to my shop at the Galeries Gourmet. I thought I could get them all in one go, but well..." he trailed off as he gestured with his hands to the boxes on the ground.
"Well, Mr. Wonk...Willy. You stay here and gather your boxes, and I'll go grab the cart."
He flashed a big smile your way. "Thank you, miss."
"Just [Y/N], please," you parroted back with a slight blush. "I'll be right back." As you walked away, you heard him sneeze a couple more times before you were out of earshot. Poor thing sounds like he is coming down with a cold.
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By the time you returned, Willy had restacked the boxes so they were no longer blocking the alley. You both loaded the cart, but he took over pushing it toward his shop. "So why are you helping out a complete stranger, [y/n]? I do hope you aren't missing out on any big plans on my account."
"You aren't exactly a stranger, Willy. Everyone knows the famous magical chocolatier. But in that moment after you dropped your boxes, you looked just as human as the rest of us. I couldn't very well just pass you by and ignore you. Besides, this is far more exciting than anything I had planned this evening."
"Really?" [achoo]
"There you go again," you grinned. "Yes, really. The only plans I had were dinner and a book."
"Oh, you like to read? I like to read, too," Willy announced proudly. "I just meant...well, a pretty girl...lady...person like you...I mean, no, uh... there's nobody waiting for you at home?" he stammered.
"Are you asking if I am spoken for, Mr. Wonka?" you teased and unintentionally sent him into a coughing fit. "Oh dear, I'm so sorry. I was just joking. Are you okay?" You grabbed his arm in an attempt to stabilize him as he doubled over.
"I'm fine," Willy croaked as he stood back up. He looked down at your hand on his arm and smiled. Feeling suddenly bashful, you let go and clasped your hands behind your back.
"We should keep going, Willy. You need to get out of this cold air."
"Right you are, [y/n]. Your nose is turning the same shade as my coat!" he said with a grin as he booped your nose with his index finger. Warmth spread all over your body like electricity at his touch.
Recognizing that his actions may have been a touch too forward for a girl he just met (who never confirmed her availability), Willy cleared his throat in embarrassment and started to push the cart once more. You walked alongside, still dumbstruck by the effect of his touch.
"You didn't answer my question," he quipped after a few steps, breaking you out of your reverie.
"And what was that?" You knew what he was referring to but wanted to hear him say it again.
"Are you...[clears throat] is there anyone waiting for you at home?"
"Just my parents." If anyone else had asked you that, it may have been creepy. But you could sense his sincerity.
"Oh," he said with relief, though you could swear you saw a brief glint of...sadness? "Great, well I will have your cart freed up quickly so you can get home and not worry them."
"What about you?"
"Me?"
"Yes, is there anyone at home waiting on you? Perhaps a special someone?" You looked up into his eyes, unabashedly flirting. You noticed that underneath those lush dark lashes, his eyes were actually blue with a hint of green around the pupil. Huh. He's even more beautiful up close, you thought.
"No. It's just me and my shop."
"Oh," you mimicked his earlier response, trying to disguise your excitment that the magician/chocolatier was single. The two of you kept walking in companionable silence until you reached his shop.
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After unloading the cart, Willy swept the hat off his head and half-bowed to you. "Thank you again, [y/n]."
You giggled at the gesture. Not ready to call it a night just yet, you offered, "I could help you unpack those boxes, if you'd like. I know you aren't feeling 100% and really, I have nothing better to do." Besides thinking about him all evening, you said silently in your head.
Willy tried to stifle another cough. "Alright, sure. More hands makes lighter work."
You grabbed a box, sat in the floor, and started shuffling through its contents. You had no clue where anything went, so you started sorting like things together for Willy to put away. At one point your hand grazed his as you reached for the same item. You both blushed.
Clearing his throat - you were unsure whether this time was due to awkwardness or illness - he sat down on the other side of the box from you. He said, "So tell me about this book you are reading." It didn't take much prompting for you to excitedly recount what you had read so far of Treasure Island and your other favorite adventure books. In turn, he regaled you with tales from his time as a sailor.
Time passed very quickly as you swapped stories. Next thing you knew, it was dark out, and the two of you hadn't even fully unpacked the first box.
"Oh dear," you groused and stood up. "I should get going, Willy. My mother is probably pacing the floors."
"Since you stayed out late on my behalf, it's the least I could do to walk you home. If you'd allow me the pleasure." You noticed that all of the talking had made his voice sound hoarse and gravelly.
"You really ought to stay inside where it's warm. The cold will aggravate your cough."
"I wouldn't be able to rest wondering if you made it home safely in the dark," he said softly as he stood and brushed the dust off his pants.
You felt the heat flash across your cheeks as you blushed at his admission that he would be thinking of you after you leave. "Oh, well in THAT case, I would be honored to have you accompany me."
You both bundled back up into your respective coats and hats. As you suspected, Willy's cough worsened with the cold. As much as you would love to draw out this encounter, you don't want him in the cold air longer than he had to be. You quickly led him to your shop to return the cart before heading home.
Once you arrived, you both lingered at the front door. You stopped breathing as he took your hand and kissed it. "I'm glad I dropped those boxes, [y/n]," he said softly as he looked into your eyes.
It was your turn to stammer. "Me, too. I mean...I'm glad...I'm glad our paths crossed."
"Perhaps they can cross again soon?"
"I'd love that. I..." you were interrupted by Willy's sneeze. You couldn't help but laugh at his timing. "You, sir, need to go home, get warm, and take care of that cold." You smiled up at him.
"Yes, ma'am." He grinned.
You unlocked the front door and slipped inside. You leaned against the door and slowly released the breath you didn't realize you had been holding. You stared at the hand that he kissed, biting your lip to contain a squeal of excitement.
"Mom," you called out. "I'm home, and you're never going to believe the evening I've had!"
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You were off work the next day, so you decided to swing by Willy's shop in the morning to see how he was doing. You walked in and browsed the store, but he was nowhere to be seen. You started second guessing yourself, wondering if you were being too forward by dropping in the very next day, when you heard, "[y/n]?"
You spun around with excitement, but your face fell when you took in his unnatural pallor. "Oh Willy, you poor dear."
He started to speak, but was overcome by a hacking cough that sounded far worse than the night before.
"You should be at home resting."
"I can't. My store..."
"....seems to be running just fine at the moment. Besides, your customers may be wary of you coughing all over the chocolate." You crossed your arms and raised your eyebrow.
He smirked. "Touché." His voice was still raspy from the night before.
"Let me walk you home this time."
"I am quite capable..." [achoo]
"Oh, I know you're capable of getting there. I'm not convinced you're capable of leaving the shop without being dragged out."
"You know me so well in less than 24 hours," he said with a smile that reached his glassy eyes. "I suppose you are right [sniffle]. You have a knack for appearing at a time of need. One can't pour from an empty cup, I suppose. Let me get my things."
You waited out front has he gave instructions to the cashier and stocker. Once he joined you, he offered you his arm and you began walking toward his place. The trek was interrupted by multiple coughing fits, one of which left him breathless and needing a break on a bench.
"Is it okay if I feel your forehead?" you asked. Once he nodded, you gingerly rested your fingers against his head. "You are burning up, Willy. Let me know when you feel like you can stand again so we can get you home."
After a few moments, Willy rose from the bench. He offered you his arm again, but you suspected this time it was to balance himself more than a gentlemanly gesture.
Willy looked even more pale and clammy by the time you arrived at his home. He handed you his keys to unlock the door as he leaned against the frame for support. You opened the door and gently led him inside. You wouldn't normally enter the abode of a relative stranger, but he was all alone and you felt oddly safe with him.
He collapsed on his sofa as you set to work to make him comfortable. You dampened a cloth to set on his forehead, removed his boots, and covered him with a blanket. "Would you like me to make you some tea for your throat?" He nodded and pointed to the cabinet where he kept the tea leaves.
You got the kettle going and looked back to observe the man. Was he asleep already? You tiptoed over to check. Sure enough, he had dozed off. Feeling that sleep was probably more necessary than tea, you turned off the stove.
Unsure of what to do, but having no desire to leave him in this state, you sat in the armchair next to Willy and passed the time by reading a book from his small collection. After about two hours, he started to stir. He looked around confused before he saw you and smiled.
"[Y/N], you stayed."
"Of course. Could you imagine the uproar if I let something happen to our town's infamous chocolatier? I would be cast out." You grinned. "How are you feeling?"
"A little better." His voice sounded a little less strained than earlier. That was a good sign.
"Good. I'll make you that tea now." But before you could make your way to the kitchen, Willy grabbed your hand.
"Thank you for staying and taking care of me, both yesterday and today. You hardly even know me."
"We can fix that."
"Really?"
You smiled, rolled your eyes, and went back to making tea.
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21. Collapse
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Timothee or his characters
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Micro Story Prompt
Collapse
"You look like you are about ready to collapse."
You didn't need to look up from the espresso machine to know who was talking to you. But you wanted to. As expected, the voice matched the tall, lanky figure of your favorite regular customer.
"Hey, Timothée. Yeah, I've been staying up late to do some last-minute cramming for finals. The last one is today after my shift," you explained.
"Got any plans to celebrate the end of the semester?" he asked.
"To be honest, I haven't even thought that far out," you shrugged as you wiped down the counter.
Timothée rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Would you like to have dinner with me?"
Your breath caught. The mere sight of him gave you butterflies every time he walked into the coffee shop's door; however, you had no clue it was reciprocated. Your hesitation made him start to panic.
"Umm, I mean, it's totally cool if you already have pl-"
"I'd love to, Timothée." Relief visibly washed over his face. "How long have you been waiting to shoot that shot?" you teased.
"A few weeks." A faint blush tinted his freckled cheeks.
"So, what time should I be ready?"
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Timothee with a nasty stomach bug that had been going around and being super cuddly and clingy cuz he feels so sick. 🤒 plz ❤️
Bug
>>>puke warning<<<
You and Timothée had been dating for a couple of months the first time he visited your apartment. The two of you were going to watch a movie on your new TV - a gift to yourself after a promotion at work. It was shaping up to be the perfect casual date night until you felt him start to squirm on the couch beside you about an hour into the film.
At first, you thought he was just trying to reposition to get comfortable, but the shifting continued, and he let out a barely audible whimper. You picked up the remote and paused the show so you could look at him. You noticed he was much paler than when he walked through your door earlier.
"Are you ok?" you asked worriedly.
Timothée's face scrunched in discomfort as he removed his arm from its perch around your shoulders and leaned forward, nervously rubbing the palms of his hands on his knees. "My stomach is bothering me. Not sure why."
"Oh no. Can I get you anything? I have some Sprite and crackers."
"Maybe just some Sprite."
You untucked your leg and stood to fetch a glass of clear soda. He accepted it graciously but sipped cautiously.
"Thank you. I'll be ok. Let's keep going with the movie."
You nodded in agreement and pressed play, reclaiming your spot next to him. You were careful not to cuddle too closely, afraid that your body heat may worsen his nausea. About 15 minutes later, Timothée suddenly jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom, followed by the sound of violent retching.
You padded over quietly. The door didn't latch behind him, so you knocked gently and pushed it open slightly.
"Are you alright?" you called out.
You heard him spit, then groan pitifully. "Oh, God. Please don't come in. Th-this is embarrassing."
"You know I'm a pediatric nurse, right? I get puked on for a living," you replied, unfazed.
He chuckled weakly. "Fair enough."
"So can I come into my own bathroom?" you teased in an effort to lighten the mood. He simply nodded, letting his head hang over the toilet. You knelt beside him to rub soothing circles on his back. You felt him tense as a queasy burp worked its way up from his belly.
"Any clue what may be causing this? Did any food seem off today?" you inquired.
He paused to think, then shook his head. "No, I don't think so. Maybe just a bug."
An idea occurred to you when you noticed how his now unruly curls fell into his face as he leaned forward. You stood and grabbed one of your headbands to pull it back.
"Thank you," Timothée all but whispered, resting his head on his forearm as he sat back against the wall. The peace only lasted a few moments before he was back on his knees and leaning over the toilet again. A long string of spit dripped from his mouth as his body prepared for another bout of vomiting.
"Just let it out. It'll help you feel better." You reassuringly rested your hand on his shoulder blade as he heaved repeatedly until finally emptying his stomach.
After spitting several times to clear his mouth, he sat back and looked at you. "I think it's over now." He cleared his throat. "Sorry about that."
"You don't need to apologize for something you have no control over, babe." You half-smiled kindly and ran a hand through his curls. "Why don't you stay here tonight and get some rest?"
Timothée paled again. "I- I don't know. I mean, I want to, and I was hoping to before...this...but I don't want our first time staying together overnight to be like this."
"Nonsense. For one, you don't need to drive home if you aren't feeling well. Second, there's no need to suffer alone. Here." You handed him a spare toothbrush. "When you have enough energy to stand, brush your teeth and we'll just pick up where we left off."
You stood and left the bathroom to give Timothée a moment of privacy. You heard the water run and the door open. This time, you were seated in a position to hold him instead of the other way around.
"I'm the big spoon this time," you announced defiantly and flashed a smirk.
"I yield," he replied with hands up in surrender, leaning back against your chest as he sat down on the couch. "Thank you for, uh, taking care of me." You responded simply with just a kiss on the crown of his head and unpaused the movie. Not even 10 minutes later, you heard soft snoring.
You buried your nose into his hair and whispered, "I wish I could tell you to your face that I would gladly take care of you for the rest of my days."
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i love long conversations about nothing cuz like yeah i’ve known you for a year but in the past two and a half hours i’ve learned that we have the same cracker barrel order and i told you that i used to have recurring nightmares about the chick fil a cow
Break all my own rules and end up truly falling in love for the first time ever. But ghosts don't die so here we are, the consequences of my own actions. The thing I was intentionally avoiding is now unavoidable.
Already forgotten, might as well enjoy a pond
I never thought I'd actually get here, but it's incredible. I truly feel loved with no catch. No manipulation or eggshells. Just calm, hopeful, happy togetherness.
It really only happens when I'm on my phone more than usual. But I'm on my phone more than usual only when I'm already not feeling well and can't do the things I want to be doing. Makes me want to get a phone that only has a browser for impulsive needs for knowledge and texting/phone calls. Get rid of all the apps that keep me here and just use my computer when I want to do things.
