#tryna finish the last of these requests from..November? i think

[hypmicdaydreams]

Heyy! Its me again~ finally able to send a proper ask,, can I have a "You've got a fever. Of course I'm not going anywhere" with dad!Jakurai 😀

Had a long week from preparing my module event, received some bad critics which made me down 🙃 need something to cheer me up :(

this is..criminally late TT I'm so sorry! Even if it's been a while, I hope this fic(let?) can still provide some comfort to you! Thank you for requesting, and hopefully this can give a little cheer to your day 🤍

soft sentence starters: “You’ve got a fever. Of course I’m not going anywhere.”

“dad, i’m fine.”

and then you cough, which only makes you grimace. well, that really didn’t help your arguments whatsoever, nor did your strain voice help your pleas and whines. jakurai only gives you that knowing look and nod before shuffling you back to bed; he’s not buying any of it. and you know that meant you weren’t allowed to leave the house today, at all.

at times like this, you felt damned to have a doctor as a father. his instincts were terrifying, more so his sense of perception (though you can’t tell if it was simply his skills or his fatherly instincts).

you know that he has a point, obviously. jakurai knows way more than you when it comes to health; but you still couldn’t help but fight it. you just had to go to school today. you had that super important presentation in lab today, and of all days to fall sick on..

you can only curse the winter winds.

“darling, you’ll only get more sick if you push yourself.” jakurai sounds worried; it’s subtle, but it’s there. you can tell from your father’s voice, and you can’t help but wonder why he seems too caught up over a simple flu (as much as you complain about how it’s kicking your ass).

and he guides you to bed, you much too weak to even try to fight back. you just feel like shit, sinuses inflamed and muscles that ache. you were in no state to go, of course, but that tinge of anxiety in you was telling you to do so anyway. you kinda don’t want your stupid lab grade to suffer.

“don’t you have to go to work though?” his hand against your too warm forehead does feel good though, you suppose. you forgot how much you missed your father’s touch and comfort. “i can handle myself while you’re gone,” you try to reason now. obviously, you’ve lost the whole school argument, but maybe you can still bargain with him in some way, some form.

“you've got a fever,” jakurai frowns. why’d you even suggest that, you scold yourself; of course your concerned physician (very important) father wouldn’t leave your side. “of course i'm not going anywhere.”

he moves the hair from your eyes and tucks you in bed, just like when you were younger. you forgot how much you liked this sensation, to be cared for. it’s been a while, really, and you find your heart growing a few sizes big. he was always so loving, so caring.

“i’ll give you some medicine. it should help your throat,” he smiles, and you can’t really argue with that. you know he’s going to give you something that tastes utterly terrible, but he’s still going to pester you to take it; he’s your dad after all. you’re already dreading the disgusting taste.

but..having your father care for you for a few days wouldn’t be so bad, you guess. even if it was at the cost of your lab grade.

[hearteyeschalamet]

goodnight n go

I love love love Ari and also love love love timmy. pls tell me if u like it lol xoxo

“Tell me why you gotta look at me that way? You know what it does to me. So baby what you tryna say?”

You sat across from him. Everyone had left and it was just the two of you left in your apartment. Empty beer bottles and plastic cups lay around the room. You were on the sofa, him on the floor. You were both finishing your drinks, truth be told you were waiting for Timmy to leave. You wanted to go to bed, your head fuzzy because of the drink. You looked at him to find him looking at you through his curls, a slight smirk on his face. “What?” you quizzed. He laughed. “Nothing,” he said, looking away and shaking his head. He knew you liked him. You’d told him a couple of times, hoping it was reciprocated. It wasn’t. “What?” you repeated, seeing him looking you up and down again. “I don’t know..” he slurred. He was drunk. You both were. All of these feelings and a shit ton of vodka didn’t mix well.

“Oh, why’d you have to be so cute? It’s impossible to ignore you. Why must you make me laugh so much? It’s bad enough we get along so well.  Just say goodnight n go.”

He looked down at the bottle in his hands, peeling at the label. He was humming a song to himself that had played earlier that night. He looked so sweet like this, the only lights hitting him were the streetlights streaming in from outside. You were just taking it all in when he opened his mouth and gave out the biggest burp. You shrieked with laughter. “Jesus, Timmy!” you exclaimed, wiping tears from your eyes. “Sorry,” he giggled. “It’s the beer.” he explained. You were in fits of laughter, it completely ruined the prior sweet moment. You sighed, finishing with a small giggle. “I’m tired,” you said, half hinting for him to leave. “Me too.” Timmy sighed, coming to sit next to you on the sofa, putting his head on your shoulder. Hint obviously not taken. He shouldn’t do this. He knew what he was doing. It wasn’t fair. He knew how you felt.

“One of these days you’ll miss your train  And come stay with me,”

You sat for a while, not moving, scared this might be the closest you’d get to him. After a while of sitting in silence, Timmy took his phone out and began scrolling. “Fuuuuuck!” he said, his voice raised. “Timothée!” you said, putting your hands over his mouth. “I have neighbours!” He stuck his tongue out, making you snap your hands away. “I missed the last train,” he sighed. You rolled your eyes. Of course he did. “Stay here,” you told him. “It’s not like you haven’t before.” you said, your words slurring now too. “Yeah but..” he trailed off. “Yeah but nothing. Take the sofa. I’m going to bed.” you said, staggering off to your room. “You know where the blankets are!” you shouted on your way.

“You’ll sleep here, I’ll sleep there, But then the heating may be down again, (At my convenience)”

You got to your room and changed quickly, the November cold nipping at your skin. Jumping under the covers, you put your phone on charge, seeing a message appear on the screen from Timothée. It simply read: “cold x” You quickly typed back, “i’ll put the heating on”. You rolled out of bed, into the hall and flicked the switch. “Happy now?” you asked. “Much happier.” he replied. “Night!” he shouted. “Niiiiight!” You got to your room and settled back into your bed, pulling the covers right up. He was right, it was cold. You rubbed your feet together, trying to get some heat going. No use. Why was it not warming up? You reached out to touch your radiator, checking for warmth. Nothing. You sighed, getting out of bed again to check the boiler. You flicked a light on and saw Timmy dart his eyes towards you. “Cold,” he said. “Mhmm, I’m checking the boiler.” you explained, your voice getting groggy now. No lights. No noise. Broken. Brilliant. “Fuck,” you said. “Fuck fuck fuck!” you repeated. “What?” he asked, walking over to join you now. He looked at the boiler. “Ah, shit.” he said. “Well, looks like we’re sharing then,” he said, looking at you, wiggling his eyebrows. “Shut up and come on then,” you told him. He followed you into your room. You had to admit, you weren’t best pleased with the idea of sharing a bed with Timmy but it wasn’t the worst thing to happen. Closer than earlier, anyway. 

“Why’d you have to be so cute? It’s impossible to ignore you.”

He flopped on to the bed, closing his eyes lightly and smiling. “Budge your ass,” you told him. “Rude,” he said, fake offended. You both pulled the covers up and faced each other. “Night,” he whispered, looking at you. “Night, Timmy.” you replied. You closed your eyes, finally ready to sleep. You lay for a while, unable to drift off. You opened your eyes to see if Timmy was asleep. He was looking right at you, smiling. “What?” you asked, giggling. “You just looked pretty that’s all,” he mumbled. “Stop it,” you giggled. “What?” he asked. “Just stop..being..cute,” you fumbled. “Sorry, impossible.” he told you. “Gross,” you said, rolling over. He poked your back. “Don’t roll over, I’m not tired.” What a child. You rolled back over to face him. “I am,” you said. 

“Know you’re thinking ‘bout it, baby, Just one kiss, While you’re looking at ‘em, baby, read my lips,”

You sat talking for the next half hour. It got to 3am. “Timmy, I’m tired,” you whispered, yawning. He didn’t say anything, just looked at you. Not in your eyes, at your lips. This wasn’t happening. It’s not fair. He’s drunk and horny and knows you like him, that’s all. Don’t read into it, Y/N. Don’t read into it. You went to roll over again, his arm stopped you. “Y/N-“ he started. “No, Timmy. Please. I’m tired.” “Can we just talk?” he asked. “About?” “About us,” You sighed. “You said there isn’t an us. It’s fine.” you said. It was fine, you were still friends and he never played on the fact that you liked him or teased you. It was fine. He was silent again. “I just don’t want anything to happen and one of us regret it, Timmy.” you admitted. “Don’t build my hopes up, please.” He still didn’t talk, again, just looked at you. “Can I kiss you?” he finally said. It took all of the strength in your body to tell him no. “I’m not messing you around, I’m drunk but I’m thinking straight, trying to think straight, and I want to kiss you,” he said. Silence hung over the room. Not an awkward silence but not a comfortable one either. “Kiss me in the morning when you’re sober,” you told him. “It is the mor-“ “Timmy, please don’t,” you pleaded. “You know how I feel about you, this isn’t fair,” you sighed. “We haven’t spoke about it in months, Y/N. Things have changed.” he admitted. “Changed?” you asked. He nodded. “Tell me the same thing tomorrow, then I’ll believe it,” you said. He sighed in defeat then looked to you again. “One kiss?” he asked. You looked at him, not saying anything, not moving away. He had his answer. He leaned in and slowly pressed his lips to yours. It was short and sweet. Neither of you spoke after that. You rolled over and he put his arm around you, pulling you in closer. You smiled. Had things changed? 

also: if u fancy sending me requests I'd love to start writing on a regular basis and I love new ideas hehe x