#Best Natural Remedies For Hair Care

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Best Natural And  Ayurvedic Remedies For Hair Care

Are you concerned about your dull and rough Hair?

 Are you looking for Natural Remedies for dandruff, dullness, and hair loss?

 Today's blog will discuss the benefits of the top five magical Ayurvedic herbs that promote your hair growth and shine. Hair is the most beautiful element of humans; that adds a fundamental factor to beauty and adds a fascinating aura around the person. Still, due to a stressful lifestyle, good, healthy, black, and shiny dandruff-free Hair has become a dream of many. 

 The solution for the above hair problems is to opt for the path of Natural Haircare Herbs that have been used for centuries. Of course, chemical-based products will benefit your Hair, but over time they give some side effects to your Hair; that's why to rebound to Natural Hair nourishment herbs helps you to replenish and nullify the effect of harmful chemicals and environmental pollutants.

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 Let's Unbox The Magic Of The Best Top 5 Haircare Herb 

 Brahmi     Powder: Brahmi, also known as Bocapo Monnieri, is an     Ayurvedic herb best known for its cooling effects that help to soothe and     relax the mind and improve concentration power. Stress and tension are not     new terms in this modern running world where we have 24x7 engaging lives,     and this stress triggers our hormonal balance of the body, resulting in     hair loss and other health issues. Therefore Brahmi is the best Ayurvedic     herb that controls hair fall caused by stress. Let's discuss the other     benefits of Brahmi in brief:

 Brahmi     has natural bio compounds that help to nourish and soothe the scalp.

Brahmi     is best to cure dry and itchy scalp by removing dandruff.  

Brahmi     is the most effective herb that can reduce stress and headache.

A     high level of Cortisol means more hair fall –it is stress causing hormone;     Brahmi powder reduces the level of Cortisol.

 Shikakai     Powder: Shikakai, also known as Soap Pod, is an     Ayurvedic remedy for strong and long Hair that has been used for years.     Shikakai fruit works brilliantly as a cleansing and anti-bacterial agent     that helps to eliminate Hair fall-causing dandruff and bacteria. Shikakai     is rich in vitamins A, C, D, E., and K, which help to nourish and fulfil     the entire required range of hair nutrition. Let's briefly discuss the     qualities of a magical hair growth herb:

 Shikakai     works brilliantly as a cleansing agent and removes excess oil, dirt, and     pollutants.

Shikakai     has natural Vitamins and bio compound that helps to reverse Hair greying.

Shikakai     helps to restore shine and gloss to the Hair.

Shikakai     maintains the P.H. level of the scalp, which helps to eliminate the lice.

 Bhringraj     Powder: Bhringraj, also known as False Daisy in     English, is a prominent herb that helps to replenish the Hair's vital     nutrients. Bhringraj has been used for ages in the form of oil and herbal     Henna. It is a rich source of Minerals and Vitamins like Iron, Magnesium,     and vitamins E and D that help to promote hair growth by nurturing the     Hair follicles. Here below, we list out the main benefits of using     Bhringraj in brief:

 Bhringraj     helps strengthen the hair roots, rectifying baldness and promoting hair     growth.

Bhringraj     has rich magnesium content that helps to relax the brain muscles and     promotes better sleep.

Bhringraj     has anti–greying agents that reduce hair ageing.

Bhringraj     is the best mood elevator because it reduces stress and relieves the     brain.

 Reetha     Powder: Reetha or Soupnuts, also known as     Arishtak in Ayurveda, is an old herb used to cleanse and conditions hair.     Reetha is a natural cleanser that helps to remove dandruff, dirt, excess     oil, and harmful infectants from the Hair. Moreover, it also adds natural     shine and gloss to the Hair and prevents it from greying. Some other     benefits of Reetha or Soupnuts are written below: 

 Reetha     works as a Mild natural cleanser that cleanses the skin disease-causing     agents.

Reetha     helps to hydrate and nourishes the scalp.

Reeth     powder is an excellent natural hair conditioner that adds gloss.

Reetha     helps to reduce hair fall and will make your Hair thick and dense.

 Amla     Powder: Amla, also popularly known as Indian     Gooseberry, is an antioxidant and Vitamin C-rich fruit with various health     benefits, one of which is that it works superbly for hair growth and nourishment.     This vitamin-rich fruit has various skin and hair benefits; it works     excellently against dandruff, dryness, lice, split ends, etc., making it     the best remedy for hair care. Some of its brief benefits are listed     below:

 Amla     contains Vitamin C, which helps to cure the dandruff problem and stops its     future accumulation.

The     biggest cause of hair ageing is lack of nutrients; Amla is a nutrient-rich     fruit that helps to reduce Hair greying.

Amla     works as super nourishment fruit for the Hair and promotes hair growth and     conditioning.  

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5 ESSENTIAL TIPS TO PREVENT HAIR LOSS TIPS

Maintaining healthy hair is essential. But many people are experiencing frequent hair loss these days. Continuous levels of stress, unhealthy diet, busy routine, genetic disorders, and habits like smoking, excessive air pollution, have increased the rate of hair fall in more than one-third of the population. Thinning of hair is also the main concern these days. Below are some tips and home remedies to keep your hair healthy and prevent hair loss. These remedies have been proven useful for treating dandruff and hair fall.

Massaging your hair often- Taking about 15 to 20 minutes to rub your scalp softly at night will not only prevent hair loss but also encourage the growth of your hair. Regularly massaging your hair from the forehead to the nape and repeating the same procedure will stimulate your blood circulation and will help you have shiny and healthy hair. The results might be slow, but never forget that patience is the only key to having long-lasting healthy hair.

Practicing Asanas- Practicing forward being asanas that help enhance the blood flow in the body from the head region to the toe. The downward dog poses and standing forward bending asanas are recommended and proven to be the best practices for best results. Experimenting with various hair care products might pose a risk to your hair, especially for people, who are unaware of their hair type. Practices like these promote hair growth and prevent hair loss.

Regular hair washing- Washing your hair with good and a mild hair care shampoo at regular intervals is the best and safest way to reduce hair fall. It keeps the scalp clean and lowers the chances of adhering to dandruff or bacteria which are the root causes of hair loss.

Messaging with best quality hair care oils- Using the best hair care oil for massaging your scalp gives the best results as oiling your hair thrice a week increases the tensile strength and helps prevent breakage. Regularly massaging your hair with hair care oils for a few minutes will nourish your hair by providing an adequate amount of nutrients. Almond and sesame oils are the best for dry hair.

 Hair care treatments- Many Hair care treatments in the best salons in Jodhpur are available with many hair spas offers. In the current situation, many home services salons are available. If you are too occupied with your work, getting a hair spa in the best salons in Jodhpur is suggested as it helps fight hair fall issues also.

Adapting to some of the above measures will help you improve the quality of hair by making them strong, shiny, and healthy that will eventually prevent hair loss.

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*❥. ᭄sakusa bf hcs

wc: 0.6k content warning: fluff, slight smut, aged up, post-time skip, mention of praise, not proofread, my shitty writing

note: i tried to research what itachiyama's school mascot was and it's supposedly weasel?? there's no weasel emoji so if ur confused why i put a squirrel... well its the closest emoji that looks like a weasel...

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-Sakusa, the type of boyfriend to hold every door open for you. He does this because he doesn't want your hands to get dirty since he would probably remove a tissue from his pocket to avoid direct contact with the door handle.

-Sakusa, the type of boyfriend to get jealous when he sees that a man is either interested in you. He shows his jealousy by placing his hands on your waist to keep you away from those filthy men while giving them his killer death stare.

-Sakusa, the type of boyfriend to enjoy watching you take care of yourself. He loves just watching you get ready like starting from your skincare, to your hair, to your makeup. If he sees you catching him staring in the reflection of your mirror he'd say something along the lines of 'Sorry you're just so pretty.'

-Sakusa, the type of boyfriend to most likely not enjoy taking selfies with you a lot even though you really want to since he's aware that he's not very expressive. However he does enjoy taking candids or just regular photos of you, he'd even try his best to capture your angles and lighting.

-Sakusa, the type of boyfriend to definitely scoff at you when you get sick because he already warned you so many times about germs and bacteria. However, he does take the best care of you even though he's very cautious that he may also end up sick. He knows what remedies to purchase for you to feel better, and would cook you soups that help fight the cold. He also may or may not be sleeping on the couch.. letting you infect the bedsheets alone until you've recovered where he's gonna have to scrub and hunt down each germ when he's cleaning up.

-Sakusa, the type of boyfriend to overall just love taking care of you. If you mention to him how you have to get up early for an event, he'd wake up a bit earlier than you to cook you a full breakfast to make you have a proper meal. He'd probably also enjoy doing the little things for you, for example folding your laundry. He'd probably think about you in the clothing piece that he's currently folding up, causing him to faintly smile a bit.

-Sakusa, the type of boyfriend to have your parents intimidated upon first meeting him. However, your parents do warm up to his kind and honorable nature. He enjoys speaking about his love for you, showing them his vulnerable side as his stiff facial features soften.

-Sakusa, the type of boyfriend to secretly enjoy watching you swallow his cum. Even though he'd rather have you not since it's disgusting, he does think that the sight of you with your mouth open to show him that it's all flushed down is somewhat hot.

-Sakusa, the type of boyfriend to have you gripping the bedsheets as his pelvis plummets deeper with each thrust. His hard grip on your waist leaves a bruise when he takes his hand off to land a slap on your ass. He enjoys seeing you look back at him with your lewd expression, talking about how good you take him.

-Sakusa, the type of boyfriend to carry you over the shower and continue to fuck you until you're clean. After, he'd even blow dry your hair for you before changing the sheets to some fresh ones to sleep on. Sakusa would enjoy cuddling, even though it's skin-to-skin contact he'd have his head tucked under your chin, enjoying the fresh scent of soap from your shower.

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[c3berus]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 — price, gaz & simon SHORT angst.

𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴: you’re soap’s identical and grieving twin brother and you’d do anything to get your boys happy again, even if it meant that you disappeared.

2 months.. that’s how long it’s been since you two have got into one of your brotherly scuffles.

60 days..that’s how long it’s been since you’ve heard johnny’s obnoxious laughing .

1,440 hours..that’s how long it’s been since simon looked at you.

86,400 minutes..fucking hell that’s how long it’s been since you’ve shared a bed with your husband.

and 5,184,000 seconds..that’s how long it’s been since you became a stranger to your own boys.

you knew why they didn’t want to associate with you— you looked exactly like Johnny. you knew when they saw you, they saw your brother— cold, dead, soaking in his blood, reliving his life in seven long and emotion filled minutes. you knew they couldn’t help but grieve but god did it hurt any less. you knew that you were a key reminder of exactly what they lost.

but did that give them the right to treat you like this? like a stranger? you didn’t want that. you wanted a sense of familiarity. you wanted to grieve with them— to cry and remember with them. which is what lead you here— holding a pair of clippers with the initials ‘J.M’ carved into the side in the sloppy handwriting you knew too well. you gripped the clippers tighter knuckles turning white and you took a deep breath and removed the towel from the mirror.

you physically shuddered at the sight that greeted you. you looked miserable, hell you were miserable, you were on the brink of a breakdown and you had to do something about it. your eyes had horrible bags, themselves being bloodshot. your hair untamed and unkept, you tore your eyes away from the mirror, eyes blurred over with unshed tears. his blue eyes was what disturbed you, except they were yours. but yours were a pathetic replica that would never match the weight of his, they would never come close.

you turned the clippers on giving yourself one last pathetic once over before lifting the clippers to your hair. clump by clump and sob by sob johnny was back. johnny was home. your boys would be happy and everything would be normal. you’d make sure of it.

even if it meant you disappeared with his return..

even if you wouldn’t be able to welcome him back yourself..

even if you had to wipe every trace of your being or break and bend every piece of flesh and bone to bring your baby brother home.

you’d do it one thousand times over. you’d consume his very being from his mannerisms to his golden retriever like nature, you’d do it. you did it. you rid all of your clothes and instead took on his, a little tight fitting but who cares? you cut your hair to be just as it was two months ago. you took back up on some hobbies, the ones you had two months ago.

simon immediately greeted you with a hug, it almost made you nauseous, you almost wanted to claw his hands off of you with how much his touch was foreign. instead, you embraced him with just as much passion.

kyle broke down before punching your shoulder and cracking jokes.

and your husba-‘good to have you back soap’ oh..

that sent a slimmer of pain through your body. when your husband looked at you he didn’t see you. he saw johnny. you know he did, those eyes? he didn’t see his husband. you looked exactly like him, you acted like him, got his exact tattoos. you hated how sick and twisted you were to do this but as they say..grieving actions are the worst— best remedy. as time went on, it hurt less, yo-no johnny felt welcomed.

johnny was welcome.

johnny was happy.

johnny was home.

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere Daryl Dixon taking care of traumatized reader—why can't everyone just go away? except you, you can stay. (cw(s): Daryl's trauma, talks of anxiety, ptsd, non-descriptive self-harm)

Yandere Daryl didn't think much of you at first. You're just another weaklin' that'll be gone in a few dawns. He shouldn't waste his time lookin' after people like that anyway.

You barely talked since he met ya. You refuse to make eye contact with anyone else in the group. You contribute, but it isn't much. Unlike him, you appear to be a sweet lil snack for the walkers: defenseless and skittish, a rabbit.

Still, like a leaf holdin' onto a sickly oak in a tornado, you stayed alive. From the quarry to the prison, you ambled along, not opening up to anyone. Well, maybe you opened up to him just a lil.

Yandere Daryl ends up being your safe place. He's someone who listens. He may not be good with feelings n' shit but he listens well. He lets you curl up next to him and tell him about anything. Sometimes it's nothing, and he appreciates that.

You both can sit in silence, and it's never awkward. It's like two kin souls meeting each other and simmering together.

Yandere Daryl grows closer to you. He doesn't want to think about it. He's always thinkin' about ya. There's always at least one eye on your figure.

He refuses to let you go on trips alone or without him. So naturally he gets somewhat aggressive when others talk down to ya. If someone raises their voice atcha, then he's ready to punch their teeth inward. He's proud of the sick and twisted thoughts that roll through his head of the things he wants to do to anything that threatens to hurt you.

He doesn't want to show you that side of him.

He's heard about your past and how the fall of the world affected you. He promised himself that he wouldn't ever be the reason you shut down or have a pstd flashback. He's workin' on being better than his mom and pop's relationship. Even the notion of possibly raising a hand against you makes his stomach churn, his head spin.

Yandere Daryl is always there to comfort you when something goes awry. He's still shitty at it, but he provides himself and hopes to whatever is out there, that's it's good enough. He tends to wrap one or both arms around you when you shut down/regress. He enjoys placing his chin over the top of your head and humming a sweet tune that he heard from the uppity church ladies that used to frequent his shitty neighborhood. 

He tries to say those nice things.

"Is alright."

"I'll protect ya."

"You're safe. The bad people can't hurt ya no more."

It helps heal his inner child as well. He gets to protect you, and it feels like he's protecting little Daryl Dixon as well. There's no screamin', hittin', broken booze bottles, or half-tapped-out cigarettes. There's only you and him. 

He'd murder anyone that got in the way of that, even Carol, even Rick.

He'll never admit it, but he likes it when you play with his hair, especially when you're stressed or overwhelmed. If you trace his scars, then he's in heaven.

Yandere Daryl always makes sure you have whatever health stuff you need. It could be meds, certain foods, prosthetics, or anything else. He'll do anything. He puts himself in the toughest situations just to make sure you are happy n' alive.

Have a medical condition? Meds are yours. He'll find substitutes if he can or learn medicinal remedies.

Allergies or food restrictions? No worries. He may be a shitty cook, but it's the end of the world. He's got plenty of time to practice so you can have a fully tummy and plenty of energy.

Hard of hearing or deaf? He learns sign language. He may be bad at it, but he'll learn! He doesn't mind repeating himself or repeating what others said for you. He'll do his best to find hearing aids or batteries if you used those before the world went to hell.

Partially or fully blind? He'll find you a cane or wittle you a walking stick. He'll be your guide.

Have a missing body part or limited mobility? He'll search high and low for a prosthetic. He'll carry you if he needs to. He'll help you in any way. He can't really find how practical wheelchairs are in the apocalypse, but he'll figure somethin' out.

Some other restriction or something rare he's never heard of? He'll go hell n' back to make sure you have whatever you need.

You just need space? Fine. He's still going to watch you from afar.

There are times when walker bites seem to pale in comparison to that innocently bright expression in your eyes. It's the look that he's always wanted to see from somebody. You look at him like he's some sort of protector, some hero. The first time he saw it, his initial reaction was to brush it off and call you stupid. He regretted that as soon as he saw you deflate and curl back within yourself. He mumbled a 'sorry' and made sure to never do it again.

Yandere Daryl almost breaks down the first time he notices your self-harming tendencies. It could be fresh cuts or starving yourself. It isn't good. He tries not to be harsh with you.

He tries.

It's just so hard because he's crying. He's trying to be quiet but he can't. He loves you so much that the thought of you not loving yourself makes him want to worship you until you do.

Why can't you see it? Why can't you see how special you are?

He wants to think you're selfish, but he knows you're not. It's your body. Is he being selfish? No. Yes? No.

He doesn't know.

All he knows is that he ends up on his knees with tears streaming down his face. He's begging. The words aren't intelligible, but he is.

This is what you do to him. This lil lamb just had to lay in his pasture.

Just stay alive. He'll do the rest for you.

Yandere Daryl just protects you. He hates groups but he knows they're important. You've made bonds, and so has he, unfortunately. He'll just keep you close. Maybe one day he'll be able to confess his undying reverence for you. Hopefully you won't figure out how many people he has killed for you. The things he has done... oh, they'd make the devil cry. As long as you sleep well at night knowing your Daryl Dixon is protectin' you. Well, he doesn't care about the so-called 'collateral damage' because of it.

[girlsgirl06]

BOOST OF CONFIDENCE💪🏻

Have you ever observed a model very carefully? Do you know why they are so mesmerizing, charming, captivating and attractive? You know even the models that are not white or don't have kind of fair skin looks attractive and drop dead gorgeous.

Do you think that only beauty matters! Come on my girlies, beauty is overrated! Aura, energy, vibe, body language and personality attracts people more than beauty does. Outer beauty is temporary, but your inner beauty is permanent. Be smarter, earn money and then watch everyone beggin' to be with you, watch everyone being obsessed with you.

Work in your inner beauty that is your self love, self healing and self care and watch outer beauty glow naturally.

1. Self Love

Do more what you love like any of your hobbies or your PASSION.

Meditation (For sure!!)

Walk out in Nature.

Hear manifestion music or subliminals.

2. Self Healing/ Heal Inner Child

Journal your thoughts, regrets, fears, insecurities, pain or any negative feelings.

Reward yourself for all of your wins.

Meditation.

Do what your childhood you wanted to do.

Do the Ho'pono prayer.

Talk with your inner child.

See one of your childhood photo and talk with her/him and let the emotions go out.

3. Self Care

Drink more water.

Eat a little healthy.

Keep fast twice in a month.

Do your nails.

Hair care.

Ice your face.

Do some home remedies like face packs.

Exercise or Yoga

In this blog I'm going to give your confidence a boost😎

First of all, lemme remind you that Looks don't even matter!!

How you can be the best of you?

"CONFIDENCE" comes first! It's the vibe that screams "HEY I'M CONFIDENT IN MYSELF, I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHATEVER YOU THINK OF ME!" Have confidence in every tiniest thing you do.

Whenever you're in public or wherever just remember:

1. YOU'RE THE MAIN CHARACTER

2. YOU'RE THE BEST.

3. YOU'RE THAT GIRL.

4. YOU'RE A WINNER.

5. YOUR LOOKS DOESN'T DESCRIBE YOU.

6. VIBE, AURA, ENERGY AND PERSONALITY IS IMPORTANT.

7. WALK LIKE YOU OWN THE PLACE.

8. NEVER THINK LIKE TOO MUCH.

9. DON'T LET YOUR CONFIDENCE GO DOWN.

10. DRESS BETTER.

💕MAKE A PERSONALITY OF YOURS.

Write down every single thing you wanna be. How your FUTURE SELF IS? What she wears, what she do, whom she spends time with etc.

💕BE HER

Put in the efforts to be her.

💕 KNOWLEDGE

If you have knowledge than you are going to be successful no matter what! Keep reading books and gain the knowledge about different topics. Atleast for 15 to 20 minutes you should read a book.

💕DRESS WELL

When I say dress well it doesn't mean to wear expensive clothes. I mean wear what makes you feel confident and pretty. For example: If oversized outfits make you feel damn cool then wear it and invest in buying oversized outfits. Just wear clean clothes.

REMINDER:

You're BEAUTIFUL.

You're Worth it.

You can do anything you want to do.

Thankyou for reading this blog😊

[byte-your-tongue]

Dungeon Meshi Characters x Sick Reader

(Platonic, Gn Reader)

AN: Was written with platonic intentions but ig any of them could be read as romantic???? I'm so sick i'm dying which is why i wrote this. That and i wanna get back to writing headcanons when i have the time

Laios:

Will try to get you to eat all sorts of monster parts that are said to give good health. He's trying to help, but some of the stuff he feeds you is questionable....

He will try to perform small healing spells on you if you are in pain.

He would probably ask the rest of the party how to help you and you will end up with a ton of stuff done to you as Laios takes all of their varying advice.

If you snap and tell him to just let you rest he will feel slightly bad for bothering you, but you know he didn't mean any harm by it.

If you want him to keep you company he will info dump about monsters for hours. Don't worry about falling asleep while he's talking, he's just glad you are getting some rest.

"Ahhh... i think they fell asleep. I'll just tell them about this monster when they are feeling better!" He smiles and whispers to himself when he hears your breathing change.

Chilchuck:

Will do all the traditional stuff to help you, but probably isn't well versed in actual medicine.

What he does to help is more like the natural remedies/old wive's tales your mom would give to you. Not all of them are backed by science but he swears they will help and he seems so confident so what choice do you have but to trust him?

If you're nauseous or have a fever he will sit by your side with a cold wet rag and run it over your face.

Will brew you tea and swear it will fix everything (my mom did this w yerba buena tea lol)

Will load you up with citrus fruits if you have a cold.

Is the type of person to tell you to gargle warm salt water if you have a sore throat

He will scold you for getting sick, telling you to take better care of yourself. He will say mean stuff but he's also tenderly staying by your side and caring for you... so like.. do with that what you will.

"Ugh it's such a pain taking care of you, you better not get me sick!" He complains, but he's still by your bedside attending to your every need.

Senshi:

Will cook for you. Expect a LOT of soup while you are sick.

He plans out your meals to have lots of vitamins and nutrients to help you recover faster.

He will sit by your bed and stay with you in silence.

If you want him to talk to you he might tell you stories about his time in the dungeon and all the things he's learned and the people he's met.

He is keeping you SO hydrated you will be forced to drink water constantly.

"If ya don't eat well, yer body won't have what it needs to recover. So take care of yerself and make sure ya eat up!" He says while presenting you with your 3rd bowl of soup today.

Izutsumi:

She does NOT know how to care for a sick person. But she's trying..??

Will cuddle up with you and purr. It gives comfort if nothing else.

She might also lick your hair or otherwise groom you.

If you express concern about her getting sick from being around you she will brush it off saying that as a beastman her immune system is probably better than yours.

Doesn't know how to help you but she's worried about you.

She probably tries to tell you some superstition about sickness she learned from Shuro's party that she believes is totally real.

Might drag Chilchuck or Senshi over to you to take care of you.

Don't expect her to fetch you most of what you need, she will probably sleep more than you do while sick. You can try to wake her up and tell her to get something but she will grumble about it.

"huuh..? You want me to get you food? Why don't you just ask Senshi?" She says while yawning and curling back up in your bed.

Marcille:

Tries her best to look through books she's read to find anything that can help.

She panics quickly and worries the worst will happen even if you are only slightly sick.

Might try to get Falin to help take care of you if she's around.

She probably is more worried about your health then even you are.

She gets overwhelmed and tries a lot of things to fix you but it probably takes Senshi or Falin to remind her that you just need to rest and will get better with time.

She gets very anxious and will stay by you the whole time you are sick. She probably ends up getting sick after you do and you get to take care of a whiny Marcille. (It's ok she's sort of cute while sick)

"*sniffle*, You have to take care of me now cuz you're the reason i got sick!" She whines while curled up in her bed with a disheveled appearance.

Falin:

Will perform healing magic on you if you are in any pain, she will do what she can to sooth your discomfort.

Might cast a spell to put you to sleep if you need the rest.

She's very chill about it and will sit with you and keep you company. She will joke and talk with you while you are in bed.

If you fall asleep she will read or quietly slip out of the room.

You might think she's one of the more level headed ones here and that she wouldn't do anything weird to you. You would be wrong. She is 100% doing some weird thing that's from the village where her and Laios grew up. She's convinced this is good for you even if it's super weird.

She will read stories to you if you get bored. Or she might even come up with stories on the spot to keep you entertained.

"C'mon! Eating raw onions is said to help bring your sense of taste back and help your nose stop being congested!" She says smiling sweetly, meanwhile you're pretty sure she is trying to poison you.

[ihopesocomic]

So, I don't believe I've ever posted these guys here and well, I wanted to post the second dude and figured I may as well include the other.

My first guy is actually a Merry x Careful boy I made a while back. His name is Carefree but he also goes by S'mores (yes, he joins a pride with dessert-themed names because I don't think plants and minerals are whacky enough: deal with it) and yeah, he's just Merry 2.0 in terms of personality because this is an ongoing theme with the characters we kill. I just have to reincarnate them in some way or another. lol

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Secondly, we actually have Clever's littermate: Clumsy aka Haydevil. Whereas his father, Wild, is a bit prissy and proud of his appearance, Clumsy is the exact opposite. His mane is super floofy and out of control and he just loves it. It matches his personality, man. It cannot be contained!

Obviously, Clever does her best to make her brother look more presentable so he doesn't get chewed out by Mum and Dad but it never works out. One such incident actually results in him smelling of rotten eggs for a week (because raw eggs is a natural remedy for messy hair - look it up) and that's when Clever decides to finally throw in the towel.

Naturally, he eventually leaves the Grove and adopts the Traveller name of Haydevil. Thus, he's just your average drifter: unkept but good at singing and telling stories. - RJ

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An Accidentally Viral Birth

Author's Note: This is 18+ kink content. This is fetish fiction about a very difficult hospital birth that results in injury to the birthing person.

Violet had made over half a million in sponsorship deals during the nine months of her pregnancy, hawking prenatal gummies and morning sickness remedies then baby clothes and hot nursery items to her followers right up until the first contractions started. She’d done it in her trademark raven braid and full face of designer makeup, modeling maternity outfits in between bump checks in increasingly tight Lululemon leggings. 

She spent so much time, in fact, on her brand deals and remodeling the nursery – sponsored by Sherwin Williams –  and pretaping content to fill the (surely short) recovery time after birth, that she hadn’t thought much of the actual birth at all. Sure, she’d made a video about her intent to birth naturally and to breastfeed but her mind had mostly been on the after, when she had to quickly get back in shape to maintain her follower counts while also taking care of a newborn. 

Which is probably why, after only dilating 6 inches in 32 natural, epidural free hours, she was on the brink of losing her mind. Exhausted, in what felt like endless agony, she also felt like she’d tried every position to lessen the pain and the only conclusion she came to was that, no what position she was in, the pain was clearly going to last forever. 

Her husband and fellow influencer, Jonathan Charles, spent the hours while his partner labored going live on TikTok, answering followers questions, while Violet whimpered pitifully in the background. But, almost to her surprise, he spent plenty of time with his phone put away in his chest pocket, he sat by her side and experienced labor with her. He even got the nurse to show him how to check how far dilated she was.

In the middle of the 34th hour, Violet’s contractions starting ramping up to a level of pain she previously hadn’t know possible. Her back was lanced through with a hot spike of agony every time a contraction peaked and they were lasting longer now, two minutes at one count. She got about 30 seconds of relief before another one rolled right on top of it and she was screaming again. 

“Oh, God, it hurts, it hurts, God, help me please,” she moaned, curling her body on its side the best she could around her huge bump and her painfully swollen breasts. She’d kept a sports bra on until now, under her hospital gown. Up until hour 25 she’d been able to film short updates for her followers about the progress of her labor and wanted to keep it somewhat dignified.

Now, though, in the throes of transition, she didn’t give a shit what she looked like. Her makeup was smeared across her red, sweaty face, her hair in disarray. And suddenly, at the end of another blindingly long and painful contraction, she needed her bra off. She couldn’t take the feel of it for another second. 

“Jonathan, get this bra off me now,” she bellowed, and he had to put his phone in his shirt pocket to come and carefully untie her hospital gown, slip it down her shoulders, and unclasp the fastener. Her breasts, a surgically inclined DD, spilled over on to her massive orb of a stomach, her huge areolas dark and rippling with the weight of the milk inside. 

He couldn’t resist a quick feel of the left one, under the swell, a quick finger across her nipple. It was like he’d struck her the way her body bucked in his arms. She let out a weary, agonized moan as her hand flew to her belly. 

She was soon screeching as she doubled over, suffering the most intense contraction yet. She sobbed as it lingered, begging for pain relief, for someone to pull the baby out of her, for merciful death.

As the pain ebbed slightly, her husband whispered a soft apology into her hair and she clutched the mattress with both hands, deep sobs wracking her body. 

On the next contraction she felt an enormous shift as the baby abruptly dropped into her birth canal. She let out a cry when the sudden pressure settled violently in her bottom. 

“I need to push, she declared, the impulse now so intense she couldn’t imagine anything else ever existed. Nurses scurried around her, putting her legs in stirrups, taking the table out from underneath, and preparing sheets and towels for the birth. “I’m gonna push now, OH MY GOD MY ASS!!”

Her experience pushing was a cruel one, lasting almost an hour against what was becoming clear was a baby that was too large for the passage. Every time she pushed it was like the bones in her pelvis creaked in warning. She was starting to drift in and out of consciousness as the pain assailed her, weak from laboring and then pushing for so long. 

Finally, the doctor sat down near her head, got her attention, and told her she had two options: forceps or an emergency c-section. She was too out of it from pain and exhaustion to really understand her options but her husband weighed in, telling her it would be better for views if she was awake right after the birth rather than recovering from surgery. 

So she signed the forms necessary for the intervention and zoned out in a haze of pain as her body was prepped for the procedure. Her pushes had become ineffective and it was agonizing to have to endure the contractions with no way to give in to the urge to push.

She was fully naked now, her huge breasts splayed across her chest as she was tilted backward so the stirrups could be adjusted higher. An oxygen mask was placed gently across her face as a nurse explained what would happen next: the numbing then the episiotomy, the way the doctor would place the forceps into her cervix around the baby’s head and pull as she pushed. She’d deliver the placenta, get a husband’s stitch, and be set to go before her 8pm scheduled live. Or so she planned out in her head. 

The nurse held her hand as she whined when the needle went in the number her for the cut. She grimaced when the scalpel cut into her skin; she was numb but it still felt weird knowing he was slicing into her pussy. 

The positioning of the first forcep was, perhaps, the most excruciating thing she’d experienced until now. Her hips and pelvis felt like they were going to snap and there was no room in her stuffed hole with the baby in there. She struggled against the pain, forcing the nurses to strap her into the stirrups and hold her arms down. 

When the doctor was finally able to start pulling, Violet screamed more than she pushed as the doctor worked to free the huge baby. He was finally able to move it down just above her lips in a tug that led to her immediately being hit with the ring of fire. She bucked her body back against the sudden pain and popped the forceps free of her opening in the process. 

She was a sobbing, agonized mess as the nurse explained she had to push the baby the rest of the way out. Jonathan was at her head, hand on her shoulders, whispering encouragement when the next contraction hit. 

She tucked her chin to her chest and bore down into her bottom, screaming at the way it stretched her skin to the limit. It went on like that for 4 or 5 pushes before she turned her exhausted face up to Jonathan and pleaded with him to help her. 

“I can’t do it, babe. He’s too big. I’m in so much pain, she moaned. “Please help me. I can’t do it.”

He patted her shoulder comfortingly as another contraction started building and she was taken by the surge of pain, wailing her effort. Her mighty push inched the baby through her opening, his face wedged suddenly, very painfully against her clitoris. 

“Oh my God, my clitoris! Holy fuck my clitoris hurts so bad!” She flailed on the bed, trying to nudge the baby off the poor little nub. She wailed her partner’s name as another contraction took her and she started moaning once again.

At what looked like the peak of the pain, he reached out and tweaked her left nipple. Hard. 

It had the same effect as it had earlier. The contraction doubled in intensity and Violet suddenly felt like she was breaking in half when the force of it propelled her baby’s head out of her pussy with an ominous cracking sound. She knew immediately the severity of what had just happened. 

“MY PUSSY BROKE! OH MY GOD, I FELT MY PUSSY BREAK!”

The next few minutes were a blur of doctors and nurses rushing to get the baby out of Violet as quickly as possible. She was splayed in the middle of the hive of activity, eyes glassy and a large, bloody head hanging from her swollen, ravaged pussy. Her tits bounced listlessly as the doctors struggle to free the shoulders. The sound she makes when it’s finally pulled from her broken pelvis, through the deep tears through her and anus and clitoris that resulted from the effort it took to get the shoulders out, was like nothing the even the most veteran of medical staff in the room had ever heard. 

Jonathan, relegated to the edge of the room, watched while the medical team assessed the wounds to his wife gaping sex and prepared to help her deliver the placenta. In his chest pocket, there were now 75,000 viewers who’d watched the whole ordeal live on his channel. The comments were full of people exclaiming how the moment the baby shot out of her was the hottest thing they’d ever seen. 

He didn't know he was becoming even more of a legend as he kept the live going while Violet cried while the placenta was delivered and pleaded for someone to give her something for the pain in her pussy before they wheeled her up to surgery.

In the end, he would never be able to get the brand deals his wife did, the following he developed the day his first child was born too niche and taboo for advertisers to want to be seen trying to reach. But he’d ride on the fame on the internet for years as the man who livestreamed his wife's agonizing delivery and broke her pussy when he tweaked her tit while she was crowning.

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✦ Initially, I think he would be very shocked at your sudden revelation. When he begins to think about his duties as a hashira and now having to balance the responsibility of being a father it would definitely be a sudden shock.

✦ After the initial consternation, he’d be very involved. Making sure he went to all of the appointments with you. 

✦ In the early months of pregnancy, he’d wake up early in the mornings to hold your hair back with your morning sickness. He’d rub your back in circles and even offer to give your shoulders a massage to relax you. 

✦ He’d make it his priority to cook for you and keep up with the housework. He doesn’t want you to lift a finger while you are creating a literal miracle in your stomach.

✦ At the end of every day, he’d put you to sleep by rubbing your feet and massaging your body thoroughly. 

✦ In the later months of pregnancy when your back began to ache more cruelly, he’d stand behind you and lift your stomach for you if even for just a few minutes of relief. 

✦ Whenever you had weird cravings that you didn’t already have in your home, he’d drop whatever he was doing just to get it for you. 

✦ You and Shinobu have been trying to become pregnant with the help of a donor so after a few long months of trying when she heard you had finally got pregnant she was ecstatic. 

✦ She’d make sure that either Aoi, Sumi, Kiyo or Naho was with you at all times to ensure that you got the best care during your pregnancy.

✦ Since you stayed at the butterfly mansion with her, all of your care would take place there. Meaning, your remedies and ultrasounds didn’t require an appointment and you could stay in the comfort of your home which was a huge advantage. 

✦ She’d definitely be the kind of parent that talks to your baby constantly. She read in a few parenting books that playing certain music, consistently talking to your stomach etc.. is beneficial and sets time aside to do so every night. 

✦ When she does have to go away on missions, she sends her sister or assistants to keep you company and attend to your every need. She’s a big writer and will send you letters to read out loud to the baby while she is away. 

✦ She believes a key component to having a happy child is to make sure that her relationship with you as her counterpart is healthy and strong too. Even with you being pregnant, she’d still find ways to keep your relationship firm. Movie dates, taking you on walks around the mansion when the weather was nice and if you were feeling well enough.. etc. 

✦ She’d decorate the baby room with lots of butterflies, dragonflies, and things of that nature. She likes to bring you in there with her while she decorates so that even though you couldn’t help, you could still be apart of the process.

✦ He’d be a little nervous about it. His upbringing wasn’t very loving and he wouldn’t want to hurt damage the child like how he was growing up.

✦   After you were able to reassure him that he wasn’t like his father and that he could do right by the child, he would be excited to start a family with you. 

✦ He is such a gentleman. With your morning sickness in the morning he’d hold your hair back and rub your back in circles. He’d make you breakfast etc.. 

✦ When it was time for you to wash up, he’d run your water for you. Making sure to put in some relaxing oils, lighting candles for you, flower petals in the water, etc. 

✦ He would make sure to wash your hair and massage your scalp. Keeping you relaxed and as stress-free was one of his priorities as a new parent. Keeping you calm was the key to having a healthy baby.

✦ When coming back from missions, he’d always make sure to bring back something for you. Whether that be flowers, one of your craving foods or simply an item for the baby or the baby room. He is always thinking about you and the baby.

✦ During missions, he’d have someone from the Demon Corp stay with you during the night to make sure that you were protected and taken care of when he had to be away on missions.

✦ As Tengen's 4th wife, he has had every intention of starting a family with the 4 of you and it was just a matter of who was going to get pregnant to start the family.

✦ When you told Tengen, Hina, Suma and Makio about your pregnancy they all had very different reactions but all had the same feeling about it: Joy. Suma was crying from how excited she was while Makio scolded her for stressing you out. Hina and Tengen came by your side to hug you tightly upon hearing the news.

✦ Tengen doesn't usually do the cooking and he typically leaves that chore to Hina but he does deliver whatever she makes to you on a silver tray so that you don't have to get up from your bed to get it.

✦ He doesn't like to leave you unprotected, especially when you are carrying his child so whenever he is gone on missions, he will leave one of his other wives with you.

✦ Tengen would go overboard on the baby room, making sure that it was flashy enough for his child. Meaning that upon building the crib, he'd glue rhinestones to it and painting everything a metallic color.

✦ When going shopping for baby clothes, Tengen practically begs you to let him pick everything out and of course, who are you to deny him? The baby's closet consists of what Tengen considers to be 'flashy.'

✦ Makio, Suma and Hina know how badly it must hurt your back while being pregnant and suggest to all have a date at the hotspring which Tengen agrees is a flashy idea. Since then, you all make it a point to go to the hotspring at least once a week to help your aches.

✦ Mitsuri and yourself have been trying for a baby with the help of a donor (Obanai). When it didn't seem like it was in the cards for you to carry the child, she offered to try. To both of your surprise, you ended up pregnant at the same time.

✦ Since you are both pregnant, you take turns making the other food and bringing it to them while the other relaxes.

✦ You both are incredibly emotional during this time and one of your favorite things to do together as of late is to watch movies. During this, you both need a tissue box for yourself.

✦ You both have complete opposite cravings. You tend to crave things on the sour/tangy side while she craves things on the sweeter/tart side.

✦ You love to decorate the baby room together, each working on a side of the room. When it comes time to build the cribs and move in the furniture, you call in Obanai to help you which he does without a fuss.

✦ Mitsuri once read in a parenting magazine that exercise helps with contractions and giving birth later along the line. She signs you both up to do a prenatal yoga class and it ends up being a wonderful way to manage your back pain.

✦ Mitsuri often practices different hairstyles on you in the case that your babies are girls. She watches tutorials for boys hair as well and practices on Tanjiro's hair, who she called just for the part. You can't help but laugh at the different styles but it's all heartwarming to see how excited she is to start a family with you.

✦ Obanai would freeze in his tracks upon hearing the words "I'm pregnant" come out of your mouth. Did he want to start a family with you? Of course. Was he nervous about it? Absolutely.

✦ He probably would not bring too much attention to the fact that you two were expecting a child, especially to the other hashiras. The only reason anyone found out was because You were seen at the Butterfly Mansion getting a check up and Shinobu asked about it.

✦ He believes in your capabilities and will not coddle you. However, if you ask him to make you food, help you up.. etc.. He will come running to your side and ready to help.

✦ He makes sure to report all of your appointments to Master Kagaya so he can have time blocked off to attend them with you.

✦ Despite him being seemingly cold, he is very involved with your pregnancy and incredibly soft with you in general.

✦ He buys a bunch of snake plushies for the baby room to help the child become accustomed to being around snakes and eventually, Kaburamaru.

✦ In the evenings, you will find Obanai reading parenting manuals and preparing for his role as a father. He wants to be the best he can be for both you and his newborn child.

✦ Similar to Obanai, Sanemi would be shocked the moment the words left your mouth. Was he ready for this? Were you ready for this?

✦ Because of his parents passing, he didn't really know how to be very paternal but damn if he wasn't going to try.

✦ He helps you around the house by doing the things you can't do. Bending down to pick up the laundry off the floor, making sure the sweeping and mopping is kept up with, loading the dishwasher, etc..

✦ He's very protective over you and will be extremely protective over his child. World be damned if anything came to try and harm his family.

✦ He doesn't necessarily understand how you could crave something one day and absolutely hate that same thing another day but he tries to keep up with whatever you are enjoying and keep it on hand in the house.

✦ He panics when you cry at seemingly small things and he will do anything to calm you down. He realizes overtime that you are just extremely emotional during this time and treads carefully with his jokes. He definitely keeps the teasing down to a minimum.

✦ He practices putting on diapers, making bottles, etc.. in the evening when you are asleep (and when he isn't called out on a mission). He wants you to be able to help with the baby without asking for help.

✦ When you tell Gyomei about your pregnancy, He's on his knees and praying to the gods to thank them for such a blessing.

✦ He is very tender with you after the initial news. Constantly checking on you to see if you need anything. Have you had enough to eat? He is bringing you a plate just in case. Are you thirsty? He is bringing water. Are you comfortable? He is fluffing out your pillow for you and helping you adjust in bed.

✦ Gyomei is the king of massages. If you complain about any area of your body being achey, his immediate response is to massage it.

✦ When decorating the baby room, he would be sure to keep it very minimalistic. He doesn't want it to be without your approval though, so he carries you in there to make sure everything is exactly how you envisioned it to be.

✦ He carries you around everywhere now. He does not let your feet hit the ground. Although, if you tell him that you want to walk he'd reluctantly put you down and allow you to do so.

✦ He prays over you every evening, praying for your safety and healthy, the safety and health of the child, praying that he will be a good enough father to lead the child in the right direction etc..

✦ If other hashiras were to ask about you two expecting, he certainly would not keep it a secret and would be excited to share the news but he wouldn't directly start a conversation about it.

✦ Kagaya already has two children of his own, so when he hears about you being pregnant with a 3rd, he is more than excited.

✦ He is very gentle, helping you where you need it and making sure that you are keeping up with your needs.

✦ You all already have the baby furniture put in storage from when you had your last two children so setting up the baby room is a piece of cake for the two of you.

✦ He is very big on essential oils and he constantly has a diffuser on. He even goes as far as to apply the oils to your skin. He believes it helps regulate your mood, helps with your nausea and reduces your pain level which, to your surprise, it does.

✦ Like Shinobu, he plays music in the rooms you are in and is constantly reading to your stomach at night.

✦ When you are feeling particularly emotional, he will hold you in his arms and provide a listening ear to all of your concerns. He validates you and makes sure to reassure/ provide a plan to each and every one of your concerns.

✦ He makes sure to attend all of your appointments and when he gets your ultrasound pictures, he will take them to the hashira meeting to show them to everyone who are all just as excited as he is.

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QOTD: Which hashira do you think would be the best parent and why?

[igotanidea]

Anchor : Jason Todd x reader

Requested as a part of my 1k celebration by @yourmomsleftmissingpinkytoe: late night with Jason Todd .

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“I like having you like this, you know.” Y/N smiled lightly, closing her eyes, her head lying comfortably on Jason’s thighs.

“Like what?” he smirked, running a hand through her hair.

It was that one night since forever that he did not spend on patrol. Or at least, not in the whole. He went on for a while, but quickly realized nothing was really happening. Therefore after checking his usual enemies and conforming that is was indeed peaceful came back to his girl, to spend some quality time with her. (if only the boy knew it was Tim and Damian who saw Y/N hurting and missing him so much, it physically hurt them so they took action to remedy her bad mood)Jason didn’t know how much he missed her, but it was not his style to relent so quickly. He just had to tease her a bit. They were sitting on the rooftop of her tenement house, surrounded by dark, staring at the space, hoping to see something more than Gotham’s somberness and gloominess. Two dreamers, two caring souls that found each other in the most hopeless place on earth. Indulging in each other’s presence.

 “Peaceful” her e/c orbs met his and he caught himself melting in the warmth and love he saw in them “not running around, chasing criminals, getting hurt. Not soaked in blood and injured. Just …. you.”

“That’s pretty unusual, huh?”

“Very….” She sighed deeply.

“you’re cold, princess” he cupped her cheek gently rubbing it “Maybe we should get back inside?”

“No, please, I don’t want to ….”

“You’re gonna get sick.”

“I don’t mind a bit of a break from everyday duties.”

“Bet you just want to stay in bed instead of waking up early, don’t you?”

“Sure. Preferably if I can keep you there with me…” she grinned, but quickly turned serious again, eyeing him with so much love it was impossible to keep it all inside. She might have been cold, but inside she was melting just because he was hers for the moment.  

“Come here” he urged her to get up and shrugged off his jacket, swaddling her in it. It smelled like him – gunpowder and cigarettes, he was trying to ditch - and she just couldn’t stop sniffling the material. It was surprising how much those scents grew on her. She hated them at first, even despite the fact that she was born and raised in Gotham and probably should have been used to smelling those at every corner. But that was before him. Flavors once connected with fear and pain, now were associated with safety and longing and loving teasing.   

“Did you just inhale my jacket?” he smirked

“You said you quit smoking” she retorted “liar!”

“I said, I was trying to. Never guaranteed any results.”

“I wish you were as effective with this as you are with crime lords in your Red Hood version.” She shook her head “Aren’t you gonna get cold?”

“Nah. I think I’m hot enough.” Jason smirked again, impatiently awaiting her reaction.

“Sure you are, Todd. But you got a 10/10 girl in front of you, so are you gonna take some action or not?”

“Mmm, let me think a moment.” He squinted “Not.”

“Not?! Why not?”

“Because I just want to hold you and feel you next to me. Not under me.”

“Oh, I can be on top, you know that.” She scoffed “in fact, I think you prefer me there, don’t you?”

“I…..” he blushed a bit and it was so adorable she just couldn’t help a little laugh

“Jason.” She cooed snuggling into his side “Come on, you don’t have to be afraid to be a little sensitive. It’s me.”

“I know.”

“So what’s on your mind, pretty boy?” she wrapped her arms around him and he put his on her shoulders pulling her closer.

“I like having you like this too. It’s just so normal and natural, being with you. And that scares me.”

“Why?” she asked softly, trying her best not to startle him, not to break that little moment of honesty and  vulnerability. “tell me, so I can make it better.”

“Huh!” he snorted “we both know me and normalcy does not work well together. I let my guards down for a moment and people just pull the rug from under my feet."

“Did I ever?” she whispered, entwining their fingers in a gentle, fluid motion. Their hands just aligned so well. Maybe he needed just a little comfort, reassurance and reminder he was not one of those "people"

“Never.” his response was immidiate

“So what’s the worry? If it’s all about that danger and protection shit again we’ve been through this million of times before, Jay.” the girl rolled eyes at him "You, Jason Todd, are getting bo-riiiiing....."

"It's not just that." he muttered

"We've also been through honesty and being more open in this relationship...." she pointed out "go on, spit it out."

"I'm worried about the future."

"Future? You? Since when?"

"Since I met you." he looked straight into her eyes and the amount of feelings he was holding in one simple gaze shocked her. It was like an electricity in her veins.

"Hey...." she cooded cupping his cheek, speaking with the most calming and convincing voice she could produce "I'm not leaving you, you know that right?"

"I know, but ...."

"I'm also not planning on getting killed or hurt or abducted or raped or whatever. Get out of your head, Jay, can you do that? For me?"

"I'll try...." he smirked

"Please tell me it's not gonna be the same try as with your smoking."

"Promise." he kissed her temple with a loud peck. "Teach me how to do that?"

"For starters you can just focus on the moment. I mean, living in it, not planning or forseeing or wondering. I just need you to be, Jay. Nothing more. No contingencies, no strategies. No danger. You're with me. You're safe. And if you need an achor to reality, I'll be yours. How does that sound?"

"I'd like that...." he mummbled again, pulling her closer. Due to some crazy magic her words and caresses were calming him down, a bit. "But if you're my anchor, does this mean I am your ship?"

"Oh, love, you have no idea about the ship for us in your family." she laughed

"Wait! WHAT!?"

She could swear his scream was heard in the whole Gotham and his family, who definitely was on the patrol might have actually heard it. Y/N almost heard Dick's laugh in her head and was pretty sure the brothers were going to have a litte discussion on privacy in the neareast future.

But for now, she was going to keep Jay with her for as long as it was possible.

[bahbzxxx]

Bro Itty bitty Barbz is so sick rn so it’s time for yet another set of

VEN VEN X SICKIE SICKIE! WINDBLUME

(Fluffy)

☆（ゝω・）vｷｬﾋﾟWhen he finds you in your extremely weak state and that you are basically unable to get yourself up because the pain is so bad, something inside him clicks and he immediately becomes a mama bird. Since he can’t get sick from you, he can take care of you as much as you need and give you all the love in the world so that you can become happy and healthy again. ヾ(*´∀｀*)ﾉｷｬｯｷｬ

♬ At every whimper, he will run his hands through your hair gently and then kiss your temples as your head sits in his lap,assuring you that he’s right here for you and loves you sooo much and won’t be leaving so long as you want him there with you. Anywhere on your body that aches, he will gladly massage and kiss if you let him.

♬ If it’s not too much to handle for you and it helps you, he will sing you to sleep as best he can, letting you curl up into his chest and do whatever you need to make yourself comfortable while you wait for your throat soothing tea to brew. When you're so vulnerable in his arms, he feels he has no other choice but to rock you like an innocent itty bitty barbz

♬ He’s gonna make sure you’re getting enough liquids and nourishment along with remedies, naturally. He knows your arms are extremely fatigued, so he will do everything for you. You just have to say “aah” and then he will blow on every bite of soup or sip of tea for you so you don’t burn your tongue. If he notices that your eyes are getting droopy and it’s getting hard for you to sit up, he will break out his wings and wrap you in them to prop you up. He feels bad about it, but he can’t help but giggle at how cute you are when you’re a little sickie~

“You poor thing…”

♬If have energy for a bath, he will gladly prep one for you, making sure to add lots of bubbles and flower petals and scented candles that he knows you like. If you’d prefer his company in that time, he will happily oblige-whatever he can do to make his Windblume feel better, he will do-even if he’s guaranteed to have that said Windblume weakly bring his face to theirs so that they can give him a nice beard of bubbles.

Hey, what’s that look for, silly? Ooh, you want me to come over? You sure?? Ooh, okay…someones being a little-

Windblume: *blows bubbles in Venti’s face*

Venti: Is this a funny way to tell me that Celestia is replacing me? I mean good riddance, but not you!!

Windblume: ehe_(:3」∠)_

Venti: Nawr☆ミ

[badgerbl00d]

one piece boys being overprotective...

☆ characters: sir crocodile, dracule mihawk, captain smoker

☆ up next: drinking with the one piece boys pt. 2

☆ summary: how each of these characters comes to your aid and save u

☆ a/n: definitely want to make more parts to this.. please feel free to make suggestions! enjoy ;3

crocodile:

“Meet me there tonight,” Crocodile yawned, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. 

You closed your eyes as he tucked you back into bed, gently covering you in a mass of blankets and sheets. 

Sleep overtook you as you watched him put on his coat and slip out of the door, smiling to yourself as you noticed he’d left his watch on your nightstand. 

The bed he’d bought you was unbelievably comfortable and dangerously warm. The biting cold desert nights were remedied with the matching duvet and silk pillow sheets he’d gifted you and the only thing that made sleeping better was when he’d stay the night. 

But you understood the nature of your relationship- if you could even call it that. 

The affection and softness he showed you were for no one else to know about, and that much had been made clear. 

Yet, you couldn’t find yourself worrying too much. Crocodile was, of course, one of many benefactors whose attention you’d grabbed and you were overtly aware of the effect you had on him. 

You’d meet him at any bar he asked you to, take care of any business he needed handled, and when he called, you’d come. 

But as much as you knew you weren’t entirely his, he knew he wasn’t entirely yours. 

The clock read 9:00 when you decided to get ready.

A sleek black dress with a plunging neckline that hugged you where your flesh curved. 

Glossy black heels, extending your long legs and paired with a red lip. 

You grabbed your wallet and pulled your coat over your shoulders.

It smelled like Crocodile. Expensive cologne and cigars. Last time you’d worn it some wine had spilled and he offered to have it washed. It carried the clean scent of lemongrass that all his clothes smelled like. 

You couldn’t help but take a deep breath before stepping out. 

The bar was busier than usual, there was even a jazz band playing. The music was soft and cool, you made a mental note to ask them for a business card, as you were sure this was the kind of thing your lover would love to have at his next party. 

Sauntering towards your usual spot at the bar, you took the only open seat next to a blond gentleman who was chatting with the bartender. 

He had on a blue suit and an obnoxiously loud laugh. 

The bartender made his way over to you, “Anything I can start you off with?”

“Just a martini please,” you asked. 

“Fufufu~ Put it on my tab,” the man next to you said to the bartender. 

You looked over at him, smiling, “Thank you. Do we know each other?”

“Not yet,” he said, he wore sunglasses, but you could feel him looking you up and down and suddenly felt very vulnerable, “But I’d like to.”

Something was off about him. You could sense something predatory in his voice and the hairs on the back of your neck started to rise. 

But Crocodile would be there soon and you’d been looking forward to your martini so you decided to at least finish the drink before finding some bad excuse to leave. 

You sipped on your drink and politely entertained his odd questions, like Where did you like to shop? What fabric feels best on your skin? and What perfume were you wearing?

The longer you spoke with him, the more you felt an intense and unnerving hunger invading him. 

“What brings you here?” you asked, finally reaching your limit to his never ending questions.

“Just waiting for an old friend,” he answered, amused by you.  

Silence followed your question. You’d finished your drink a while ago so there was nothing left to do but sit and wait. 

You could feel the man’s eyes watching you, almost as though he were trying to look through your skin. 

You heard the door of the bar swing open and turned around. 

Relief washed over you as you saw Crocodile walk in, extremely tired and in need of a drink and some sloppy kisses. You’d provide him readily with both. 

He walked over to you smiling and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek, “Sorry about the wait, Sweetheart.” 

“Pretty girl you’ve caught,” your ‘friend’ said, the odd lilt in his voice setting you on edge.

You watched Crocodile’s entire demeanor shift in an instant. 

His eyes narrowed like a cat’s and there was a shift of energy in the room. It filled with tension and sand from floor to ceiling. 

“Doflamingo,” Crocodile stated. 

“She’s kept me in good company,” he mused, gesturing towards you, “Clever girl, and such a sweetheart. Didn’t even recognize me. Isn’t that cute?”

“Y/n, we’re leaving.”

You nodded and got up, making your way towards him.

“Ah-” you yelped as a sharp slice of pain cut through your wrists as you felt yourself jolted a few feet backwards, your back hitting against his clothed chest. 

“Surely, Crocodile, you’re not too vain to share?”

You felt the air get sucked out of the room, a wave of anxiety flooding through every living thing in that bar. 

Awkwardly yet quickly the bar's patrons left, running once out of the confines of the four walls holding the two warlords.

Sweat dripped down your body and your breathing was starting to become panicked. 

The pressure along your wrists was getting worse and you had no idea what was happening. A thin line of blood dribbled down your forearms as your hands were raised above your head as though pulled by some invisible string. 

A calloused hand pressed your face against his own, and you froze as you felt Doflamingo’s tongue 

“I suggest you end your little game now Doflamingo,” Crocodile said, his voice calmer than he looked, “Out of the two of you, there’s only one I can dry out, and it isn’t the one covered in sweat.” 

You felt grains of sand rubbing against your skin and looked down to see your assailant's leg was getting dried out.

“Fufufufu~ too much pride to share, but not enough to avoid jealousy.”

With a grunt of dissatisfaction the hold on your wrists ceased and your fall to the floor was stopped by surprisingly soft sand. 

Crocodile helped you up, wiping away the blood from your wrists and tearing his pocket square in half to tie around each of your wrists. 

He helped you up with a shocking delicacy, and walked you out of the bar. Sending in Mr. 1 to finish taking care of the situation for him. 

A car picked you up and your lover tended to your wounds. Brushing your hair out of your face and letting you change into his shirt. Your clothes were torn and stained with blood and dirt. 

“I’ll buy you new ones,” he assured you.

You laughed, “That’s okay, I did like the coat though. It smelled like you.”

He sighed, rubbing circles on your back. 

You’d be the death of him.

“Let me take you back to yours,” he said, pressing kisses to your head, “I- I’d like to see that you’re alright.. and I believe I left my watch there.” 

mihawk:

You rubbed your husband’s back in an attempt to console him as you both watched the Red Haired pirates unload their ship on Kuraigana Island. 

“You know this means we’ll get no sleep for the next week,” Mihawk said, “And that we’ll be in dire need of food and a maid by the time they leave.”

You laughed, “But it gets so lonely here! You wouldn’t know because you’re always leaving, but I get lonely and bored. And I’ve heard they like a drink or two.”

“Or two.”

The two of you sat and observed as they finished unloading and docking the ship, and you pressed an outburst of kisses to his head, tugging your hand away from his. Laughing at his reluctance to greet his unwanted guests. 

“How are ya’ Sweetheart?” Shanks hugged you and pressed a big kiss onto your cheek, earning a glare from your husband. 

“I have one for you too, Hawkeye,” he said, approaching the swordsman who reluctantly allowed himself to be embraced. 

You greeted the rest of the crew, and only Beckman had the decency to withhold a kiss. 

The drinking had started before the sun had a chance to set. By early dusk, with golden rays still streaking the sky, cups were being filled. To your pleasant surprise Mihawk allowed himself slight indulgence and was portioning out a pint for himself. 

You’d started off well, just a glass of wine. But by your second you were already messily kissing your husband- much to his (well hid) enjoyment. 

Since you weren’t a pirate or a powerholder you rarely accompanied Mihawk on his expeditions, they were too dangerous. And though you couldn’t complain about the castle you were living in, you could definitely complain about the boredom. 

There was plenty to do, you’d planted a garden and the island cats had taken a liking to you. You had an enormous library and a beautiful kitchen. 

Yet you found yourself incredibly happy to be here, partying with pirates who had stories and scars and were loud and boisterous and dangerous and exciting. 

So when the crew’s sniper suggested shots you were the first to participate. 

Mihawk stayed seated in the back and gave you a nod of encouragement 

“He does leave me here with his wines all day,” you joked, earning an eruption of laughter from the men. “She’s drinking you dry, Hawkeye!” one yelled. 

“Oh I most definitely am,” you teased, winking at your husband, who choked on his drink. Another fit of laughter seized the pirates, especially the captain. 

“I like her,” he said, taking a seat next to the swordsman.

“How about a drinking game,” one of the men yelled.

A chorus of yeses followed. 

“Rules are simple, player says heads or tails, if their guess is right the coin goes to the next person, if the guess is wrong you remove one article of clothing and take a shot.”

The sound of a sword unsheathing silenced the entire party. 

“Might wanna adjust some rules there,” Shanks laughed.

“I-if the guess is wrong you take a shot.”

“One more sweetheart,” Shanks laughed, “C’mon!”

You nodded eagerly, firmly gripping the overflowing shot glass in your hand, the bitter brown liquid sloshing over the rim. 

You choked down your sixth shot of the night, biting back the urge to gag. You weren’t sure what you’d just swallowed but its effects were nearly immediate. 

The sound of your heart pounding throughout your body was making you dizzy, and the sound of waves crashing led to a subtle nausea spreading across you. 

The sun had long set and night covered the island. You’d all been partying and drinking for hours.

“Another!” you slurred, grabbing onto the captain’s arm.

The crew laughed and Shanks poured you another shot, bringing it to your lips for you.

“That’s enough,” you felt a strong hand wrap around your waist, and saw Mihawk pull the shot glass away from your lips. 

“‘m perfec’ly fine,” you insisted, hiccupping. 

“I can tell,” he mused, “Let’s go sit for a while.”

Mihawk held a water bottle to your mouth, wiping the spilling water off your lips with his thumb. 

“Tired, cariño?”

You nodded, bringing his arms down around your waist.

You were undeniably adorable with pouty lips and warm, rosy cheeks. 

But he knew drunk pirates and didn’t think you needed to be surrounded by them any longer. He lifted you up onto his lap, where you found a worthy pillow in his chest, bringing your arms to rest around his neck. 

Mihawk started the walk up to your room, to get you ready for bed and you half-heartedly waved goodbye to the loud and laughing entourage of pirates in your backyard. 

You’d have a terrible headache in the morning and be hungrier than usual, and your husband would bring you medicine and breakfast in bed. 

smoker:

Vice Captain Smoker was a serious man who was both dedicated and loyal to his work. Morally and legally he upheld his reputation and duty as a successful marine and had a generally better record than his subordinates, peers, and supervisors. 

Loguetown’s reputation had been single handedly transformed under his supervision.  

More often than not the man’s mind was occupied with quotas and deadlines, meetings with higher ups he was dreading, and whipping the lower ranked marines into shape.

But Friday nights when Tashigi would stay late so he could leave early, there was one other thing he allowed himself to think about.

You.

He wouldn’t admit it to himself and it was more of a subconscious attraction than a spoken one but every Friday, without fail, he’d stop by the bakery you worked at to get a latté. 

You had found yourself looking forward to Fridays. The city was surprisingly quiet those nights despite it being the start of the weekend and by the time the Captain came around you were getting ready to close up shop.

He was easily noticed for several reasons, mainly because he was well known (and feared) but also because he always made conversation with you. The first few times you were slightly taken aback at how chatty he was, he was known to be a man of few words and it unnerved you to see him so talkative. 

By the fourth cup of coffee you’d served him you saw him as a regular. 

In reality, Smoker himself was surprised at his change in demeanor when he was around you. 

As though someone were feeding him lines, he found himself able to just talk. 

About the weather and the city, but also to ask you about yourself. 

After a month or so of visiting you he found himself craving coffee on Mondays. And eventually Tuesdays and Thursdays, and sometimes- when he was in a particularly good mood- he’d even go on Wednesday mornings to pick up coffee for the entire department. 

And you, increasingly eager to see your favorite regular, would always have his order ready when he arrived. 

A time or two you’d even brushed hands when passing the coffee and in both of you a feeling of nervousness and pleasure was revealed on your skin through a light pink blush. 

It was a Tuesday evening, right as you began closing that a new customer came in. He asked for a cake and said he’d need it by morning. 

You explained that it wouldn’t be possible, as you were closing now and he was welcome to put the order in the following morning. 

“I’ll pay five times whatever you’re selling this stuff for,” he offered, “My captain likes sweets and I was just let on the crew and he gave me this errand and said I had to-”

You interrupted his rambling with a nod and said you’d do it for five time’s the asking price. 

 ฿550 for a single cake wasn’t an opportunity you’d pass up, and you figured you’d compensate for the lack of sleep tomorrow.

You’d stayed up the entire night working tirelessly to make sure the cake was ready. When you say to take a “short break” before opening, you’d passed out on the counter, forgetting to set your alarm.

You heard soft knocking on the window and were jolted awake. Rubbing the exhaustion out of your eyes you looked over to see Smoker puffing his cigar outside your shop, a concerned look on his face.

You got up to unlock the door and let him in.

The sun wasn’t up yet. The clock read 5:00.

“You’re here early,” you said.

“Yes.. Well, I walk this way to my office and I saw you sleeping. Are you alright?”

You nodded.

“You’re sure? Did you sleep here? Do you need anything?”

Your eyes widened and the color of your cheeks conceded your embarrassment.

“No! Yes, I stayed in the shop late,” you explained, “A customer needed a cake ready by this morning.”

Smoker nodded.

“Thanks for asking.”

He nodded again. 

You started getting his coffee ready as you talked.

“ Don’t those take a long time to make? Do you usually do that? Stay late, I mean.” he gestured towards the display of pastries.

“Not usually, no,” you laughed, at his onslaught of questions, “But he made a fantastic offer. Five times the asking price! He said something about his Captain. I think he was a pirate. I didn’t pay much attention after he offered the money.” 

Smoker laughed.

“Oh,” you added, “Please don’t arrest him until after he pays.”

You liked the sound of his laughter and joined him in giggling. 

“Any requests for your latté art today?”

“Surprise me.”

You handed him his coffee and refused his payment, assuring him he was a regular customer and it was quite alright. 

“Then let me use this to buy you a coffee.”

You smiled and assured him you had all the coffee and sweets you could possibly need.

“But if you’ll let me borrow that bill for just a moment, I’ll leave you something.”

Smoker looked confused, but had no hesitation in offering you the money.

“This is probably the only way I can get you to keep your money.”

You took out a pen and scribbled down your phone number on the bill.

He blushed as you handed it back to him, gently folding it into his pocket. 

“If.. you aren’t busy tonight” he started, hesitating, “I’d love to take you out to dinner.”

You looked up at him. 

“I’m not busy!” you nodded eagerly, “I’d love to!”

“Is 7 alright then?”

“Perfect,” you said, “Just call me.”

Smoker walked out, smiling more than he thought he ever had, 

It was cold out and he went to take a sip of his coffee, he thought to himself that it tasted better than usual. 

[fuxuannie]

hello! i’ve been binge reading your works so far and i really like your character voicelines series, i think it’s always neat to have mechanics of the game in fanfiction. could i request the same voice lines prompt for luocha and caelus? if you only do one character per request, then just luocha. thank you, and i hope you have a nice day/night!

↳  pairing : (seperate) luocha and caelus x gender neutral reader

↳  synopsis : voicelines about his dearest lover ♡

↳   authors note : seems like everyone likes the voicelines series o_o spooky!

— About Lover

☆☆ “I consider myself a very lucky man with a very wonderful partner. Many think that my line of work is.. a little strange. However they have not once questioned me nor what I do. A heart as pure and full of trust.. made to love me? Who wouldn't be lucky to have someone like that, someone like (name)?” 

 — About Lover : Jealous

☆☆ "It's quite cute seeing them jealous. I mean, It's not as if I intentionally make them jealous, in fact, I constantly reassure them that they are the only one that gets to hold my heart and call it theirs. But it is entertaining to watch them glare at anyone whos gaze lingers far too long on me.” 

 — Luocha’s Troubles

☆☆ "My lover is a very impulsive adventurer. It worries me greatly whenever they return home with several wounds and blood dripping from their body. sigh They're lucky that I am always more than prepared to take care of them.” 

 — Something To Share

☆☆ "I met (name) after I was on a stroll and so happened to find them injured and need of dire assistance. Of course, naturally I had helped them since I had the herbs and such to make a remedy for their wounds but.. after that they kind of followed me around as if they owed me their life? I mean, I'm not exactly against it as it brought me to the lovely marriage that I'm in now. chuckle ”

 — Interesting Things : Scent

☆☆ "(name) oddly likes my perfume. It's very endearing to have them tell me that they wear one of my many extra coats, spray it with perfume and sleep in it. I do not mind, as I understand that absence can be suffocating, but it's just a little cute.” 

 — Against his Lover

☆☆ "I promise that I won't lay a hand on you. I promise that if anything happens, I will take care of you. Nothing will stop me.”

— About Lover

☆☆ “If I had to name someone that has been through the most while dealing with me, March's and Dan Hengs shenanigans.. I'd definitely say my partner (name) has gone through the worse! laugh They're very patient with me though, surprised they haven't tried to tackle me out of pure frustration!” 

 — About Lover : Interested?

☆☆ "Oh? Why are you asking about them all of a sudden? You have quite the keen eye, but they're taken so- Oh.. Wait. Sorry, no idea you were just looking for them haha.. awkward laughter” 

 — Caelus’ Troubles

☆☆ "I don't get it! How does (name) do my hair so perfectly?! Usually they'd be the one styling it for the day, but they're on a mission and I'm not allowed to disturb..” 

 — Something To Share

☆☆ "(name) was actually the one who found me, and brought me to safety. I think I kind of owe them a lot for it.. hehe..” 

 — Interesting Things : Missing Clothes?

☆☆ "My jackets been going missing every time I wake up.. and it's coincidentally always wrapped around my partners figure while they sleep. chuckle They're so cute.” 

 — Against his Lover

☆☆ "Promise not to hate me after, okay?! I'll try my best to not hurt you!"

[pinstripesandparliaments]

Rantaro and Korekiyo with a sick partner <3

i'm sick . apologies in advance if this is written strangely !

i love my boys ; some of this is a little intimate, but not explicit

enjoy :)

Rantaro Amami

Growing up with so many sisters, a caring instinct was practically ingrained into his brain.

He can tell when you’re coming down with something, and will stop you from doing anything once he catches the first hint.

You stood desolately in your lab, leaned up against one of the counters. You had work to do, but the weighted feeling of ailment hung on your shoulders and eyelids; it was hard to do much of anything in these conditions. 

“Things are looking real productive in here.”

Your boyfriend's voice startled you slightly, but your nerves were soothed as you felt his fingers press into the back of your neck, causing you to let out an exhausted sigh.

“Just… tired, I guess.”

Rantaro hummed softly, using a gentle hand to tip your chin up to look at him. “When was the last time you drank water? Your lips are chapped.” 

You could only shrug, time was moving strangely and you didn't have the energy to calculate your water intake. Your weakness was apparent, making concern well up within him. Regardless, he simply had you take whatever work you had to do up to your dorm to work on in bed. 

He brings you anything he thinks you might need, picking up the specifics of your condition while youre delirious with illness.

“Hey.” 

You wake up groggily, too weak to even look at him as he puts a hand to your temple to see how warm you were. “Are you allergic to anything? Ibuprofen, penicillin, anything?”

You mutter a response soft enough for only him to hear, and he hums an affirmation, putting a kiss to your temple.

The next time you see him, he's spooning you cough syrup and placing water glasses on your bedside table regularly; times like this, you wonder, how did you get so lucky? 

Korekiyo Shinguji

You don't know how he does it, but it seems Korekiyo can just sense when you're about to fall ill.

“Your aura is different today, my love.” you brush it off with a laugh and a flushed face, assuming he's just complimenting you in a strange way. But he keeps a close eye on you, suspicions confirmed when your voice becomes hoarse and your limbs weaker.

He’s always trying to incorporate his studies in with your recoveries; you’ve consumed more ancient remedies than your families home remedies because of him; most of which were very helpful.

Korekiyo insists you keep your eyes closed often when you're sick, for whatever reason. You're unsure if there's a scientific reason behind it, or if it just helps him rest easy, knowing you were resting to some degree, or…

“Kiyo, I’m serious, I need to get work done.”

Your boyfriend tsk’d softly, putting you back into bed with a gentle push. 

“I’m quite serious myself, lovely. Your work won't be the best it could be if you perform it under your current ailment.” With that, he made a soft stroke over your face, inclining you to close your eyes.

Literally how you would a corpse.

He's so cute, but it's time like these you see how people get a little off put by his nature.

You let out a defeated huff, wallowing in the overbearing haze of your illness; eyes shut, mouth agape, lips chapped and mouth dry.

You felt Korekiyo’s hand brush your hair away from your forehead, and the soft sound of rustling leather reached your popped ears faintly. Another slim hand slid its way under your upper back, lifting you up.

A soft, warm, sensation planted itself on your forehead. It took a few seconds, but you slowly processed that he was kissing you. A smile grew onto your face, a mellow giggle escaping your lips in the process.

“You've got a fever, I’m afraid.”

He takes your temperature with his lips when a thermometer isn't available, and honestly you've started to question if that's why hes so keen on having your eyes closed. Regardless of your position as his girlfriend, he's still not too comfortable being seen with his mask off.

You've asked, and he insists it's just the most accurate way to determine whether someone has a fever without a thermometer. Given that hes always wearing gloves, you guess he’s not wrong.

Though, some part of you wants to believe that he just wants to kiss you.

Bonus poly hc’s <3

Both Korekiyo and Rantaro have notably cold hands, Kiyo moreso. While they sometimes use it to tease you, (pressing their hands to your back when you're unsuspecting, snaking their arms around your front unprompted, etc.) it's actually quite pleasant when you're feeling feverish.

On the contrary, you find that they’re not opposed to using their charm to “sweat out” your fevers. 

“Oh, you poor thing. You need to lay down, let us take care of you.” “My love, how it pains me to see you like this… yet you’re still so beautiful.”

Kisses to your temples, hands… other places. Anywhere that gets your blood pumping and sweat flowing.

They try and cuddle with you… all the time, and when you're sick, it’s no exception. You try and argue with them, telling them how sick they'll get ; to no avail. You fall asleep with them both at your sides, arms crossed over you as if to keep you strapped into bed with them.

As much as you protest, there’s nowhere you'd rather be.