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[marswholovestotalksblog]

It's been a while since i last posted any art here

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because nova is going to be spending the summer with us to recover from top surgery, we've been playing animal crossing together on my switch, so every day i get to see what hes added to his home or the island... now forrest is joining us too!!!! i feel so happy, it reminds me of when i lived with my siblings and we did the same. i missed sharing

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littlest furth shop

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Nurse Harrington to the Rescue

Steve Harrington x gn!reader

a/n: warning, highly self-indulgent and hastily written sick fic ahead because I’ve been unwell and wish I was being cared for by this motherfucker and not myself, lmfao. also, no clue why, but the scoops ahoy hat was super giving nurse/candy striper realness to me so that’s the gif you all get to go with this. I’m posting this and then I’m going to bed. reblogs, likes, comments etc. are always encouraged and appreciated, my beloveds.

while this work is benign, this blog is 18+ so MINORS DNI

tags: sick reader (very, very vague, could literally be any short-term illness), no pronouns used toward reader, steve harrington is a blushy little simp and a huge sap, no use of y/n (because we watched two seasons of fleabag and never learned the main character’s name so at this point i’m learning from the school of phoebe waller-bridge), reader cracks a joke at the expense of straight men, not beta’d because author wrote this while feeling like a pile of shit 🩵

w/c: 1.1k

The sound of your groan echoes down through the hall of your shared apartment as Steve rushes to make it back from the kitchen to your side, a cup of tea, a glass of water and some pain medicine in tow.

“I’m here, I’m here, I’m sorry, shhh,” he says lowly as he crossed the threshold of your bedroom door.

“Don’t need to apologize. Just sucks,” you say from your spot on the bed. The very same spot you’d been occupying for the past several days now.

You’d fallen ill over the weekend, the sickness bringing with it aches and pains and all sorts of other fun symptoms. God knows you’ve been better.

You chuckle to yourself now, though, always one to make light of a shit situation. “You know, I think I may finally be experiencing nearly half the agony the average straight man does when he catches a cold,” you snort, looking at your very kind and patient boyfriend who has dedicated himself to playing your doctor, nurse, personal chef, maid… the list has only grown as the days have passed.

Steve spares you a smile, briefly, but is clearly very preoccupied, worry only growing when you let out another pained noise. That smile quickly becomes a grimace at that. He frowns, looking down at the person who always takes up all of his waking thoughts when things are good… seeing you like this? He’s struggled to have a thought that isn’t about you for at least the last 48 hours.

“Here, sweetie, take these,” Steve says as he starts putting some of the many things he had been juggling down on the bedside table. He produces the bottle of pain killers from his pocket and presses it into your palm. He pushes the glass of water closer to you, almost as if he thinks you might strain yourself reaching another two inches over for it. You’re thankful for the thought he gives you even in spite of its potential inaccuracy. You weakly smile up at him. “Thanks Steve. You’re too good to me,” you say, tossing pills onto your tongue before taking a sip of water.

Steve, who has become startlingly easy to fluster since high school ended, just blushes, scratching the back of his head before running a hand through the ever-perfect poof of hair that lives on top of his head. “Of course… s’the least I can do when you’re not feeling well, love,” he says, a pitying smile resting on his lips as he looks back at you.

You make a noise of disagreement around your mouthful of pills and water, swallowing. “You didn’t have to stay home from work today, I would have been alright on my own. Some of these daytime soaps aren’t even half bad,” you joke. “I could have managed. I appreciate all the work you’re putting in to helping me get better,” you say as you reach for his hand, fighting the urge to press a gentle kiss to the back of it.

Steve just shakes his head though, adoring eyes taking stock of you. He lets go of your hand to press both of his into the sides of your face, leaning down to look into your eyes. “I’d much rather be here and judge the sick-day soap opera quality in person,” he chuckles out with a smile that crinkles his eyes just so. “But seriously, there’s nowhere else I would be right now. Wouldn’t have been able to focus at work anyways knowing you were feeling all crummy,” he says, squeezing your face gently to tell you he’s being serious.

If you didn’t “feel all crummy,” as your beloved boyfriend so eloquently put it, you really would have swooned at that. How sweet could one man be?

As you are, you hum, sighing gently so as to not rouse any of your present pains. “You’re cute, you know that?” you tell Steve.

There’s that blush again.

“Anyway,” he starts, “I’m gonna run out to the deli and get you soup. I’ll be back before you know it.” He starts toward the door, only pausing when you protest.

“Wait… please stay? Just for a bit? The deli doesn’t close until eight tonight, I’d much rather have you here with me for a little bit,” you say, pouting. If Steve didn’t know how unwell you were, he might have thought it was on purpose.

“I dunno, baby… You haven’t eaten much today, I’d really like to get some food in you,” he says, biting his lip as he considers. God, it’s cute.

“Just an hour, and then I’ll release you to your duties as a personal shopper and courier,” you joke, negotiating. Steve curses mentally, damning how easily you can always convince him. He tries to hold on to some semblance of control here though, pretending to think it over a bit more.

“Just one hour? And then no funny business?” he says, looking at you sternly, though there’s no heat behind it.

“On my great-great grandfather’s grave, no funny business. I’ll put the keys in the ignition myself, scout’s honor,” you say, a hopeful look in your eyes. It’s the most energy Steve has seen you have in days; he can’t really bring himself to take that away from you now.

“You most certainly will not be putting any keys in any ignitions or doing anything outside of this bed until that fever breaks, you got me?” Steve says, mom mode activated. It makes you laugh, something you helplessly try to stifle. You straighten yourself up, trying to return to your serious negotiator persona.

“I got you. Does that mean you’re staying?” Steve could bury the lede all he wants with you, but you were always going to find it. He sighs in defeat.

“One hour,” he says as he crawls into the bed, startling you.

“Hey, hey, thought you didn’t want to get sick!” you say; now it’s your turn to sound concerned.

Steve just shrugs, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling you close. “I’ll be okay. And if I’m not, I’m sure I’ve earned myself a truly lovely nurse to bring me back to health,” he mutters, kissing the top of your head one, two, then three times.

You grumble at this, but secretly, you’re grateful for the affection.

He holds you like that for exactly an hour, true to his word, even though you fell asleep just 10 minutes in, the tea he had made for you long forgotten. He scoots out of the bed, gentle as he makes his way out the door.

You sleep soundly, unaware he was ever even gone until he returns with plastic takeout containers of your favorite soup from the deli and a smile on his face. He loves to take care of you like this, and how could he not?

You’re his favorite person, the love of his life. He could do this every single day.

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More vamp marla cause I keep thinking about her (click for better quality 😿)

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back with the videooosssss I missed you guys

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we need to kill americanized remakes of other countries' media. if subtitles are a problem just dub it man. like every other country in the world does .

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[marswholovestotalksblog]

Drawing Technoblade is so hard because should I go full pigman mode or do the soft pink haired animie boy? Fuck it. I'm drawing c!Tommy.

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Mötley Crüe

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i wanna run awayyyyyyyyyyyyyyughhhhhhh