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  This tag is actually a really fun idea created by Mythiica and I was personally tagged by TheNobodyofaSOLDIER ! I know I'm late to the tag shhh I just had no idea what to write but now that I do because I'm sick as shit and I feel like actual death you already know what kinda fic this is gonna be~

Rules/Requirements:

1. Has to be at least 150 words

2. Can be any genre (doesn't have to be a romantic fan fic, can be a Friend!Reader x Friend!Author)

3. Doesn't have to be set irl! (Like maybe you and reader are gonna bond while killing titans or drinking tea with Tamaki and the gang)

4. Tag anyone you want! If you, as a reader, have an author you want to see do this, tag them. And if they get mad, blame it on me!

Title: Caretaker
Fandom: IRL
Character: Gross me and the lovely you <3
Genre: Friendship??

Warnings: Cursing, gross sickness, dick jokes and cheesy title
Intended Gender Audience: Neutral audience
Word Count: 644 words
Friend!Authour X Friend!Reader- Caretaker
    "uuuuuuuUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHH!"

    "You're literally the biggest baby in the world."

    "I'm really not," I protested, raising my head from where it had previously been buried beneath a pillow. My dark hair hung messily across my features, and I sniffled loudly as I attempted to blow the dark locks out of my line of sight. You perched on the edge of my bed, legs crossed and head cocked to the side as you watched me pitifully and over-dramatically sit up, only to flop back down onto the mattress, hitting my head on the headboard in the process. "Ooooohahahooowww..."

    "You're just inflicting this onto yourself."

    "No I'm not! My vocal chords are going to shrivel up and I'll shit them out-"

    "You just- what? No-"

    "My throat feels like I just deep-throated a cactus-"

    "Ew that's-"

    "Like I gave death a blowjob-"

    "My God, stop-"

    "Or would it be that death gave me a blowjob? Because he's suCKING THE LIFE OUT OF ME HAHAhaaa God I hate myself-- wait I don't have a dick how-"

    "Okay! I get it, I got the picture! Just please, stop with the sick dick jokes!."

    A long pause settled between us before a smile spread across my lips. "Aaaaahhaaaa I see what you did there, sick because I'm sick and also-"

    You rolled your eyes and stood up from the bed. "You're complaining about your throat hurting but you do realize it would hurt a lot less if you, I don't know, shut up? Talking is probably, like, killing you."

    I grunted in response, too stubborn to admit you were right as I propped myself up against my pillow. "You know what would make me feel better?" I mumbled, running my fingers through my tangled tresses. Clearing my throat (and for a moment coughing in the most disgusting way possible), I inhaled deeply before screeching out in my most realistic velociraptor voice; "I prAY fOR THe wIcKed ON tHE WEEkeND-"

    "Oh no."

    "MOmmA caN I GET AnoThER amEN-"

    "I'm surprised you aren't actually dying when you sound like that."

    "hoOOOOOOOOOOO oooOOOOh it'S SAtuRdAy NIghT!!"

    "If I make you some tea will you please stop? The neighbor's dog is howling again."

    I sniffled somberly, tears prickling at the corners of my eyes as I laid back down, dragging the covers up to my chin. "I just want... I'm sorry, I don't want to cry in front of you..."

    Concern glazed your bright hues as you sat back down and hesitantly patted my back. "Hey, hey, it's okay! You're going to feel better soon, you know colds only lasts like a week, right? And it's probably not strep like you thought, your vocal chords aren't going to shrivel up and die-"

    "It's not that!" I stuttered through tears. "I... I just..." You leaned forward, brows furrowed with worry as you rubbed my back consolingly. Finally, drawing my blanket over my figure, I cried out through broken sobs;

      "I just wish Eren was real!"

    "Oh my fucking god," you muttered, throwing your hands up in exasperation and standing up from the bed and heading for the door.

    "Or at least that Timothee Chalamet knew who I was, he's so talented and dorky and I just want to go on icecream dates with him-"

    "You're impossible, I'm going to make you a tea and spike it with Nyquil so your annoying ass will pass out."

    "Hey, wait!"

    "What?" you exclaimed, whipping around and hand clenched around the doorknob.

    I sat back up against my pillow, and sniffled lightly again as I cleared my throat. "Thanks... for being such a good friend and tolerating my craziness. It really means a lot to me, even though I don't really know how to express emotions other than screaming and singing, or both... mostly both."

    You smiled softly, sighing before opening the door. "Shut up and lay down."

    "Fine."

The End <3

I tag; AnimeFever1991 Attackonfanfiction demoticdreams Katsuhana FandomDerp postie-toastie Mirror-of-Roses (you don't have to do it I just thought it'd be cool lol)

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