#but for the bottle of cough syrup they have in the cabinet

[feminetomboy]

Ranboo jumped.

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At long last, the beeduo zine is out!! Here's the link in case you wanna see the whole thing :)

I wanted to draw Tubbo patching up Ranboo. I think we generally talk about Ranboo patching up him or just helping him with his scars, but I wanted to explore a more somber look at the alternative. What I couldn't draw was the faint sound of the radio in the background, the host rambling about stars and our existence between them. What I couldn't draw was the warmth of the bathroom, so that none of them would be cold. What I couldn't draw were the apologies muttered into Tubbo's hair...

[quintinh43]

Throwing away their piles of tissues when they have a cold.

With Nico hischier!!

Thank you for requesting 🥰 I know yall probably wanted to see nico taking care of reader, but as yall know I'm a slut for reader taking care of the boys and this just felt so perfect.

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Nico was arguably the most stubborn mother fucker you had ever have the pleasure of meeting in your entire damn life. He was strong and kind and loving. He prioratized everyone before himself. Whether it be you, his family, his team, or a random fucking stranger on the street.

Which is how he ended up with the fucking plague. (It wasn't the plague, but your dramatics tended to get the better of you when you were mad at your boyfriend.)

"Nico Hischier, get your ass back in bed before I douse you with chloroform," you threatened, pushing his chest firmly back towards the bedroom.

"I'm fine, schatz-" he was cut off by a coughing fit that had him doubling over. Your demeanor did a complete 180° as you stood beside him, rubbing his back soothingly and muttering sweet words.

"Seriously nico, my love," you say, cupping his face between both hands after his coughing fit had passed, "you need rest,"

"But the team-"

"The team will be fine. They are in good hands. Plus, the faster you rest up, the faster you can get back to it." You say, stroking your thumbs over his cheekbones. He's burning up, and it makes your heart pang in your chest.

"But Schatz i- "

"Nico, please." You beg with a sigh, "if not for your sake, then for mine, so I'm not worried about you?"

Nico concedes with a sigh, walking back to the bedroom, "Let it be known this is to ease your worries and, not because I am sick,"

You roll your eyes fondly, tucking him into bed, "Of course, my love. Thank you for resting, for me" you plant a tender kiss on his forehead.

"Schatz! Dont kiss me, what if you my germs?" He says hoarsely, trying to fight off another coughing fit.

You cross your arms, staring down at him smugly, "I thought you weren't sick?" You tease.

He pales, realizing his admission. He opens his mouth to try and form an excuse but breaks out coughing again. You shake your head and brush his head back from his forehead. "I'm going to get you some cough medicine."

Nico tried to protest, but he's too busy hacking his lungs out. You wince and hurry to the kitchen, scrambling through the medicine cabinet for the cough syrup. You grab a bottle of water and Gatorade and go back to the bedroom, where, thankfully, Nico's coughing fit is over.

Setting everything on the night stand you pour the cough syrup into the spoon and feed it to him gently.

"Egh," he sticks out his tongue in disgust. You can't help but giggle.

"I'm gonna make some fresh ginger tea and some soup, and you'll be right as rain in no time, ok honey?" You say smoothing the crease between his eyebrows.

Nico has given up the tough guy act. He nuzzels his head against your hand, and you place another kiss on his forehead, much to his disdain. "Do you want me to turn on a movie?"

Nico shakes his head, "I just want you," he says tugging on your arm.

"I know, honey, I know," you coo, "As soon as I'm done making you soup, ok?"

"Ok, don't take too long," he flashes his infamous puppy dog eyes, and you're practically melting at the seams. "Keep drinking lots of liquids, ok?"

He nods, "And I'm right in the kitchen, so just shout if you need anything,"

He nods again, and you press one last kiss to his forehead before turning on 101 Dalmatians for him on the TV.

The soup doesn't take long. It's your mom's famous chicken noodle soup recipe. You ladle the soup into a bowl and grind fresh ginger, turmeric, cinnamon, and honey into a paste and fill the rest of the cup with hot water.

Nico looks worse than before. His skin is pale and clammy, There's a pile of tissues on the nightstand. His nose looks red and irritated, and he's sniffling consistently. He has the duvet pulled all the way up to his chin, and it's tucked around his shoulders to keep the cold out. Your poor Nico.

You set the soup on the nightstand, along with the tea, and gather his pile of tissues to throw them out. "Come on, Nico, sit up for me," you nudge gently.

"Can't Schatz," he murmurs "too cold,"

You pad to the closet with a sigh and pull out one of Nicos fleece hoodies. "Put this on, baby." You say handing it to him. He reluctantly removes himself from his blanket cocoon and pulls the hoodie over his head. He takes the bowl of soup gratefully, and you slip under the blankets beside him, curling against his side.

"Thank you, my love," he murmurs, pressing a kiss against your forehead.

You wrinkle your nose, "Ew, I don't want your germs Neeks!" You squeak, dramatically rubbing his kiss off your forehead.

He chuckles and then coughs. After he finishes his soup and complains the entire time he drinks the tea, the two of you fall asleep curled into one another. And if a week a later Nico is the one spoon feeding you medicine, and disposing of your snotty tissues well...

That's what love is.

[lale-txt]

𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐂𝐇 (𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐱 𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫) ❦ 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟎𝟖: 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐮𝐩?

♫ Bleachers - Self Respect

I'm on my hands and knees begging you to kiss me When I'm not around, do you even miss me? I'm so tired of having self-respect Let's do something I'll regret

⭅ back to m.list

•┈••✦ 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐮𝐩…

y/n on the verge of a mental breakdown: maybe making some kind of list would fix me...

y/n showered before Osamu and was genuinely impressed that he does NOT use 12-in-1 body wash but proper high brand products

of course she went through every bathroom cabinet

and each kitchen cabinet afterwards

this was all after she stood frozen for like five minutes in the hallway after Akaashi's text

Osamu gave her the tour through the apartment, they took one glance at the bed together and y/n was like "absolutely not" and insisted on the couch

not because the bed looked unappealing (quite the opposite) but because she saw herself never getting up ever again once she slipped under the covers

and because she doesn't trust her 2AM soju self

4AM soju self however...

Yukie, Makki & Sunarin had definitely more than just a bottle of soju

Makki multitasking king (carrying Yukie over his shoulder out of the club so the bouncer doesn't while simultaneously making sure y/n is getting her pep talk)

Osamu already ate like half of the cake hunched over the kitchen sink (so he doesn't have to use a plate)

y/n definitely checked him out while he did and thought of peach recipes

Osamu was not able to focus on anything while y/n was in the shower. just sat there head in his hands and trying to keep his composure, poor guy

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taglist open! dm/ask/comment to be added (or removed, no hard feelings ♡)! minors DNI!

[wonbin-truther]

book 1 - what to do when the common cold is going around

the sound of your daughter crying startled you awake. you turned to look next to you to see doyoung sleeping peacefully, the overwhelming urge to suffocate him in his sleep almost overtaking you due to your lack of sleep lately.

the common cold had been completely ravaging your house for the last week and a half. the first to catch it was you. almost immediately after, doyoung was in bed with a fever and cough. you had thought you were in the clear when 2 days went by and neither kid had a sniffle. you were proven wrong when both kids got sick simultaneously.

"wake up now," you slapped doyoungs chest, startling him awake. doyoung sat up, rubbing the sleep out of his eyes, "im up im up." "its your turn," is all you told him. he sighed, grabbing the thermometer from the nightstand and getting up out of bed. you glanced at the red letters of the clock on your side of the bed. 2:34am.

you immediately sat up when your husband walked back into the room with your crying daughter in his arms. "hi mamas what happened?" you cooed as doyoung passed your one year old daughter, nari, to you. her sniffles subsided as you cradled her in your arms. "did you check on minjun?" you turned to doyoung who just nodded. "sleeping with a temp of 99," he settled under the covers next to you.

the baby in your arm let out a small fit of coughs, wincing with each due to the pain in her throat. "when did she have her meds last?" you asked your husband. "hmmm i think 10pm," he mumbled. you stood up, balancing the baby on your hip, and making your way to the bathroom.

you turned in your phone flashlight as you looked in the medicine cabinet for the baby cough syrup, taking it out and making your way to the kitchen. your daughter stayed quiet with her head on your shoulder, half asleep as you warmed up a bottle full of milk from the fridge. as you stood there waiting you felt arms around you and a head resting on your opposite shoulder.

"nice of you to join us." "cant let you be up all alone," he left a short kiss on your shoulder. since doyoung distracted you, you werent able to catch the beeping before it echoed around your quiet house. you let out a string of curses as you heard the faint cries of your son calling out to you from where your son slept. you handed over the baby in your arms to doyoung who took her happily. "bottle in the microwave. mix in the cough medicine," you told him as you ran back up the stairs and towards your son. the toddler laid in bed, clutching the bear his uncle hyuck had given him in one hand and rubbing his eyes with the other.

"honey whats wrong," you sat on the edge of the bed and the 4 year old climbed into your lap. "dont feel good," he rested his head against your chest as you held him in your arms. your hand went up to his forehead and cheeks, feeling the skin warmness that radiated. "wanna stay with me and dad for the night?" you kissed the top of your sons head as he nodded. you scooped him up into your arms and made your way to the shared bedroom.

you sat in bed with your back against the headboard as your son laid next to you. suddenly he sat up, "wheres daddy?" your sons eyes started to tear up again as his bottom lip was shaking. "downstairs feeding nari. he'll be back soon," you pushed back the hair that covered his forehead and gave him a kiss. tears started falling down his red cheeks, "i wanna see him." "baby he'll be back soon. i promise," you took the boy into your lap who just shook his head.

you let out a short sigh and stood up, picking up the boy from the bed. he buried his face in your shoulder as you walked downstairs and to the kitchen. doyoung was walking in circles around the house which you guessed it was to get nari asleep. "just take her to bed with us. it's getting late," you spoke, almost startling him. you continued, "they both dont feel good it's better to keep them with us for tonight." your son squirmed around in your arms so you set him down, allowing him to run and hold onto doyoungs legs. you laughed as you went over to take the girl out of his arms so he could lift up your son.

the two of you made your way back upstairs and to your shared bedroom. nari was already half asleep by the time you laid her down in the middle of the bed. you laid on your side as doyoung placed minjun down next to her and laid on the small piece of what was left of his side of the bed. with everyone finally resting, you let your eyes close.

tags @seunghancore @daegalfangirl @beomgyusonlywife

[vee-beeee]

Chicken Noodle Soup

HELLOO

I got a super nice request from Ant1SocialVapor3on over on ao3!

"Basically request is, Y/N wakes up sick one day, and try to go to work as is. Of course the fluffy RK boys aint having any of that, and they try to bring a cranky and sniffly human home to bed, oh and fuss over and overreact. I would really apreciate this, and keep up posting these fluffy bangers :D"

so that is exactly what im gonna do 😈

Warnings: sickness, general discomfort, RK boys are all over you, hank is literally their dad, they boys care for you, gavin slander

Connor, Sixty and Nines x reader

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*...-eep beep BEEP*

You groaned, blinking sleep from your eyes. It's way to early for this.

So you rolled over, snuggling into the blankets.

*beep beep BEEP*

*beep beep BEEP*

Grumbling again, you rolled back over to slap you hand on your phone a couple times, before finally gaining some purchase on it and grabbing the device to pull it right in front of your face. Clicking the power button to see the time, you read the bright numbers at the top of the screen.

5:02

Sighing, you placed the phone back down and rolled onto your back to lay an arm across your face in an attempt to try and block out the morning, along with the world.

And then you sniffed

And you couldn't breathe. Your reaction was instant.

"please no" you moaned, shooting upwards in bed and then proceeding to groan once more in pain from sitting up way to fast, it felt like your head was going to implode.

Then the coughing started

Getting(falling) out of bed, you stumbled your way to the bathroom, where you rummaged through the medicine cabinet looking for a thermometer. Finally letting out a shaky breath in relief when you felt your hand grasp it, you leaned your back against the wall and brought the small machine to your forehead, whispering pleas to not be what you think you were.

102.5

basically super duper sick.

Banging your head against the the cabinet and letting out a soft "nooo", you sniffed and contemplated your options.

You could stay home and disappoint everyone at work

Or power through and go on like normal.

Guess what you did.

That's how you landed yourself walking through the station in a giant black puffy jacket, blowing into a tissue, half bottle of cough syrup in hand, and hacking like no tomorrow.

You were truly a sight to behold.

Espically for 3 pairs of curious eyes

Arriving at your desk, you sat down, set your cough syrup on the desk, and proceeded to face plant onto a stack of papers that were sitting on top of it waiting to be worked on. You sniffled a little and slowly sat your chin on your paper to look up at your partner

who was staring at you with the most disgusted face on this planet.

"what" your deep sick voice asked (with a hint of amusement) as Gavin shot up from his desk, and slowly backed away

"are you sick?? i cant get sick, im meeting some guys tonight and I DO NOT want whatever you have. You look absolutely horrible"

You squinted your eyes and stared into his soul, un-moving, until finally you just leaned over his desk, grabbed his coffee cup that was full of pens, and dumped them out.

And then you licked the side of his mug, maintaining eye contact as you did so.

"Hey!" he yelped as you leaned back over to set it back down on his side of the cubicle. You crossed your arms and gave him a smug smile, which only lasted a second before you were consumed by an urge to sneeze, and quickly dove your face into your elbow.

He deserved it though.

You heard him grumble and storm off while you were grabbing a tissue, and you swallowed as you finished, noticing your throat was sore too. Awesome.

Before you could bury your face in paper work again, you felt a gentle hand on your shoulder. You jumped and turned around to see 3 faces, full of concern.

" y/n? Are you alright today?" Connor slowly leaned down onto one knee so he could better see your face, which he then softly took into his hands, brushing hair out of your sweaty face. He looked so distressed, his caring eyes boring into yours. His hands were soft and cold, and you leaned into them, closing you eyes. Another palm pressed against your forehead and you sighed in appreciation.

"She has a high fever." a low voice murmured, and you suspected it belonged to Nines.

Blinking your eyes open, you started to open you mouth to say something, but instead a cough started. A tissue was pressed into your hand, and you brought it to your mouth, noticing Sixty had given it to you.

And was also giving you the softest look you have ever seen the sarcastic android wear.

Butterflies erupted in your stomach as the group coddled you with their worried looks.

"Guys I'm fineee" you totally lied, sniffing your nose once again and leaning back away from the group to clear your throat.

"You are clearly not" Nines answered, crossing his arms as his LED went yellow, raising his eyebrows

"I agree with him, you need to go home" Connor gave you a sympathetic look and dragged his hands down from your face to your hands, and took them in his, rubbing the knuckles.

"Let us take you home sweetheart" Sixty tilted his head and brushed a hand through your hair.

You grumbled and shook your head, trying to look assertive "I have work to do, I cant leave"

Connor sighed, looking at his fellow RK units, LED flashing amber. This wasn't going to be easy.

"Sweet cheeks, we can do this the easy way-" Sixty started, shooing a reluctant Connor away from his crouching position to stand in front of you and put his hands on the arms of your chair, leaning forward so you couldn't escape his gaze "-or the hard way. Which is it gonna be?"

Glancing up at Sixty, you stuck your lips out and harrumphed, choosing to look out the window instead of the android and crossing your arms in defiance.

"The hard way it is then"

you turned back to ask him what he was going to do, but it turned into a yelp and finished in a cough.

Nines had swept you from your chair, holding you in his arms bridal style.

And was giving you a small smile.

You gasped like a fish out of water and thrashed slightly in his hold, which you quickly found out did nothing. You were secure in his arms.

Your over-exhertion resulted in more coughing, and Nines smug expression morphed into one of concern as he turned to his fellow units.

All of their LED's started flashing and you knew they were having a private android conversation.

Unfair.

Nines turned his steely gaze to Connor, who just nodded and started off towards their partner Hank, who was looking at your group with a troubled expression. You watched as Nines then turned to Sixty and motioned with his head to the stations front door, to which the rk800 responded by quirking his lips upwards, and rushed forward to kiss your hair, before leaving the main office to go to reception.

Nines adjusted you in his hold, before heading to follow behind Sixty.

As you walked through the lobby, you saw stares pointed at you from androids and humans alike. Everyone was giving you and Nines a raised eyebrow, and you were so embarrassed that you just instinctively leaned forward to hide in Nine's neck, silently apologizing when you coughed into him. He noticed and fastened his pace, lightly kissing your head and whispering in your ear for only you to hear:

"It's okay my darling, we'll take care of you."

Here come the butterflies again.

Or you were just really sick.

Maybe a bit of both.

In the blink of an eye you were fastened in the passenger's seat of your car, with all androids present and accounted for. Connor had told you that they had all taken the day off, and Hank saw his opportunity to leave for the day also. Hank had also wished you well, and said quote "being sick's a bitch". That had given you a giggle, but you still felt guilty for leaving. And now you were taking the 3 smartest detectives from the force.

"But Connor, I have so much work to do" you whined, once again giving the androids half-hearted death glares from around the car.

Nobody reacted, except for Sixty

"You look like a pouting baby" he chuckled and leaned back in his car seat, gazing out the window instead of meeting you now rage filled eyes. Your face was stuck in a jaw-dropped gasp, and you watched Connor turn his head to raise a judging eyebrow at his twin, who continued to ignore everyone.

But you saw that smug grin on his face.

Nines was the one driving, and kept checking your temperature with his hands during the trip to your house. You know you started the drive pretty lucid, but you knew it was getting worse.

You were so in pain from your throat and stuffed up nose, that a few hot tears slid down your face. You turned your head and huffed, hoping none of the boys saw it, but almost immediately after those tears hit your big puffy jacket, a gentle hand was on your chin turning your head in a certain direction.

Nine's direction.

The android had quickly punched in the coordinates to your house and set the car on auto drive when he saw your condition getting worse, and had noticed your tears the second they ran down your cheeks.

"Hey look at me, it's okay were going to help you" a few more tears slid down your cheeks at the comforting words, and Nines gave you the sweetest look to ever adorn his usually un-fazed expression, full of sympathy.

"He's right, we're going to do everything in our power to help you recover as fast as possible" Connor leaned over in his seat to kiss the side of your head while you finally closed your eyes, letting a comfortable darkness take over.

And finally, you fell asleep.

"....-ful sixty! you...e go...to wake th.....p if you hol...em like that"

"..-ever im...b..ing as care...as i can"

Your lids fluttered as you absorbed a conversation around you. Hearing bits and pieces as it felt like you were once again being carried somewhere.

You felt safe and warm, so you snuggled into the body holding you and shut your eyes once again.

"w...- up my heart"

The first thing you felt was a hand on your forehead.

You also noticed a body pressed to your back.

Blinking your weary eyes open, you meet Nines adoring gaze. His LED was yellow however, and he was leaning on one knee in front of your bed. Scrunching up your nose, you wondered how you even got to your bed. A voice behind you chuckled in response, you must have said that out loud. Nines took the hand previously on your forehead and leisurely stroked it down your face to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

"Well i drove us to your residence, and then Sixty carried you. We....-" he looked away with a stony expression as his LED flashed red, and you furrowed your brows in confusion.

"what did you do" you croaked out, pouting your lips out as Nines stared at an interesting corner of your room.

"We couldn't find your house key, so we had to break in" another voice piped up, and you looked to see a guilty Connor standing in the doorway with a cup of what looked like steaming tea.

The room went quiet as you stared with wide eyes as the boys.

"We'll pay for the window." the voice behind you mumbled, before nuzzling into your hair.

And then, surprising the androids and even yourself, you burst into laughter. Which turned into more coughing.

The body behind you (sixty) shook with chuckles, until your coughing fit started. The RK unit immediately stopped his laughter and helped you sit up, while Connor came and dropped the mug of tea on your bedside table before rushing out of the room.

Nines leaned forward to take your hand, and rub gently into it, silently reassuring you.

Waving your hand in front of you, the coughing stopped as you hastily addressed them.

"Sorry guys, that happens when you get sick" you hiccupped a laugh, but the boys didn't react. They silently shared a look.

And then Connor reappeared.

"You need to take all of these"

and you gasped as you saw basically an entire medicine cabinet in his arms. The android looked extremely worried, and was giving you the softest eyes. If he asked, you probably would take all of them.

You saw Nines sigh and pinch the bridge of his nose, and you wondered what had happened while you were out. On second glance at the cough medicine in his arms, you made a realization.

"Is that the brand of medicine that I brought to work?" you stuttered out, looking at Connor.

He shifted from foot to foot "I went to the store, and my memory record showed that this was your favorite brand. I didn't know how many to get, so I got...... a few"

The RK unit looked down on you with a small smile as you beamed.

They were the best.

And then an alarm went off.

You raised an eyebrow and watched as it was Nines turn to hot-footed it somewhere, and it looked like he was heading to the kitchen. Suddenly feeling a weight on your lap, you looked down to see Sixty had settled his head on your legs, and was gazing up at you.

"He's making Chicken noodle soup, Hank sent a recipe." Sixty murmured, and you watched his hand go up to tuck some hair behind your ear.

You instantly melted.

Maybe you would have a nice time being sick.

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HERE IT IS

Im sorry if that ending is a little out of character, just thought it was funny LOL

Still getting used to writing the three of them and their dynamics

Also feel free to request anything! I enjoy them :D

Thank you for the idea Ant1SocialVapor3on!

SORRY FOR SPELLING ERRORS

[blackdollette]

"we're gettin' high now." | clyde

venice bitch. - lana del rey

⊹₊⋆ summary: you woke up with a nasty cold, so clyde put it upon himself to make you feel better. whatever it took.

✮⋆˙ [tags] @faesucksass @lustkillers @mayathepsychic1999@josibunn @livingdead-materialgirl @romanroyapoligist@auggiethecreator @oliviah-25 @vanlisbon @lankysimp @livingdead-reilly

sick!female!reader x clyde

word count: 1.4k

contents: a little fluffy, mentions of drugs and alcohol, blowjob, facefucking, cum eating, facial

you covered your mouth with the sleeve of your oversized hoodie, coughing up a mouthful of phlegm as you inhale the cloud of smoke that clyde just exhaled. you shot him a glare. “seriously? do you have to do that right now?” a puzzled expression settled on his face. then he glanced at the joint in his hand, putting it out.

you huffed, crossing your arms as the pounding sensation in your head deepened. you had been suffering this cold for 4 days. and you had a feeling that it wasn't going to be gone anytime soon. you picked at lint balls on the nappy blanket you were wrapped in, one that reeked of stale beer and marijuana. 

“feeling any better today, angel?” he grabs a tissue from the box resting between you two, wiping the snot dripping down your nose. you roll your eyes, sniffling. he grabs the box of popsicles that are lying on the ground, altering his voice to a british accent. “here you are, doll. have an ice lolly.” 

a small grin spread on your lips as you accepted it, tearing open the cold packaging. you took out the frozen popsicle, a watermelon-flavoured one, and started kitten licking the tip. clyde watched you out of the corner of his eyes, sighing. he rubbed a hand over his face, speaking warily. “what are we gonna do to fight this cold of yours, y/n? i’ve given you pills, soup, and that expensive wine. but i guess nothing is good enough for your body, huh?” his tone changes to a slightly playful one a he gives your shoulder a pat.

you bit off an inch of the popsicle, the cold instantly hitting you in the brain and granting you some relief from the heat that’s been pooling there. clyde’s mind started to wander as he watched each inch of the cold treat go into your mouth until you slurped it all up, swallowing the whole thing effortlessly and leaving nothing but the pink-stained popsicle stick in it’s vestige. clyde thought to himself, not even a nasty cold can hold this chick back.

clyde replayed the image of you licking the tip, your puffy cheeks and tired, sickly eyes making you look all the more ethereal. he sighed, knowing that you were going through more pain and discomfort than he could understand at the moment. he wanted to take away your misery so he could see that shine in your eyes once again. he snapped himself out of his thought, seeing that you’re looking right at him. 

“you feeling better now, doll?” he plastered on a little smile, putting his arm around your shoulder. you shook your head, coughing. “my throat hurts.” he gives a humourless laugh. “yeah, i know it does.” you put your head in your hands, shutting your eyes for a moment to still the buzzing in your head. each of your gestures filled clyde with a sense of overprotectiveness and lust. a double-edged sword, really.

in his erratic web of thoughts, he stood up, walking over to his drug cabinet. he took out every bottle and every case, seeing what he could make you take. his eyes rested on a bottle of pink cough syrup. he laughed quietly, thinking that it was the same colour as the popsicle you just ate. he picked up the bottle and read its contents, seeing that it was perfect for everything you were ailing. but he knew you wouldn’t take the mixture the normal way, he had learned that the hard way. 

in the knick of time, he finally came up with idea. one that he hadn’t tried yet, but he was certain that it would work for you. he rushed out of the room, taking the mixture with him. you watched as he left the room, sighing. as you were finally getting used to the silence, you heard him call out to you from the bathroom. “y/n! get over here!” you groaned, you world being thrown off balance as you stood up. 

you slowly shuffled your way to the bathroom, using the walls for balance before you got to the door frame, leaning against it. you saw him standing by the sink with his back turned to you. you crossed your arms impatiently. “you called me. what’s going on?” he turned to face you, and nothing had prepared you for what you were about to see. 

he stood there in front of you with his erect cock submerged in the bottle of cough medicine. you couldn’t keep your jaw from dropping as he pulled it out, his length now covered in the neon-pink liquid. you looked him in the eye. “what the hell is this about?!” a few drops dripped onto the ground as he spoke. “it’s my last resort, y/n. we’ve tried everything, but i think this’ll do you good.” your body hadn’t overcome the shock, so he gently patted your cheek with his clean hand. “c’mon, it’ll be just like that popsicle you ate.”

your mind tried to come up with a logical reason to decline, but you couldn’t think of anything. so this was what your life had come to. great. you sighed deeply, getting on your knees in front of him, looking up at him with your tired eyes. he stroked your cheek gently. “i’m gonna go slow, ok? just make sure you go all the way in so it gets to your throat.” you would’ve laughed if you could even handle getting a breath out. whether clyde truly had good intentions or just sprouted an awkward boner and knew that you would take the chance regardless of the circumstances, you didnt know.

you went straight for it, licking the tip just as you did on the popsicle. your signature move, clyde thought as a groan slipped from his parted lips. you scrunched your face as the taste of medicine hit your tongue, but you took it down inch by inch until you were sucking his cock clean. each time the tip hit the back of your throat, you fought back a coughing fit. he brought his hands to the back of your head, guiding you with more force than intended.

pink bubbles of spit came from the corners of your mouth, dripping down your chin. clyde’s breath came out in breathless gasps as your throat tightened around him. he pulled your hair out of your face, watching as you slurped up all the liquid that streamed down his balls. you went all the way down, coming back up again and deepthroating it like it was the easiest thing in the world. one thing was for sure: the common cold had nothing on your undeniable skill.

clyde’s grip grew shaky as his dick began to pulsate as a thin but salty substance leaked from his tip. precum. though you couldn’t taste it as vividly as usual, you could easily recognize its slimy consistency. clyde groaned deeply, tossing his head back. “f-fuck… just like that, baby. y-you’re gonna feel so much better after this…” so his mind was still in the right place after all. you swirled your tongue around the tip, and his heart nearly popped out of his chest. it took every ounce of self-control he had left in him to not ruthlessly fuck your face until you turned blue, but it ran out quickly. he grabbed a handful of your hair, quickly bucking his hips into your mouth as tears rolled down your cheeks.

you gagged and choked on his length, feeling his balls tighten up as he orgasm nearly. he bit his lip so hard that he drew blood as he shoved your head all the way down, spilling loads of his cum down your bruised, swollen throat. you swallowed every last drop, the warm, salty substance ironically making you feel better than the medicine did. he pulled himself out of your mouth, pumping his cock and shooting hot ropes of cum onto your face. 

he panted breathlessly, leaning against the sink as you coughed into your elbow. “s-sorry… got a little carried away there, didn’t i?” you sat there with an unamused expression on your face as his cum dripped down your neck. he couldn’t help but laugh as he grabbed a towel, cleaning you off and giving you a soft kiss on your swollen lips. “guess my idea was kinda garbage, huh?” he shyly scratched the back of his neck. you laughed, your voice sounding much clearer than before. “actually, i feel better already.”

author's note: i was very much under the influence when i wrote this. hope yall liked it xoxo

[bcyhoods]

can I request steve taking care of a sick shy!reader?

the universe knew i needed inspiration and they said BAM, now ur sick :P so essentially……..this is self-indulgent, i apologize in advance | 1k fluff, fem!reader

You’d first assumed that the itch in the back of your throat was trivial. The cold morning air had irritated your lungs before and it would usually go away within the first hour of being awake. But something about this particular itch could not be satisfied, no matter how many times you’d cleared your throat or how much water you drank. Then your nose started running.

A few harsh, involuntary coughs and an empty tissue box later, you’d reluctantly accepted your fate. You were sick.

When you called to tell Steve, you didn’t expect him to make a big deal about it. You severely underestimated just how tight you had him wrapped around your finger. Not even half an hour later, he was at your doorstep with a giant paper bag full of cough syrups and other remedies. He sported a cute frown upon seeing you answer the door with a chapped nose and a blanket draped over your shoulders.

He was here to bear witness to your sickness in all its raw glory. You’d feel more embarrassed if it wasn’t Steve. Nonetheless, you shrink into your pillows as he dotes on you.

“Hmm.” He presses the back of his hand to your forehead. He’s sitting on the edge of your bed, right beside your legs as you sit up against the headboard. His nose scrunches and makes his wire frames slip slightly down his nose.

“You feel a little warm, but I don’t think you have a fever,” he deduces. He hauls the paper bag off the floor to sit in his lap while he digs through to find the proper medicine bottle.

You see, Steve had no idea how sick you felt when he was speeding over to the general store. He didn’t want to get you something that’d be completely useless. So with the help of Joyce Byers, he practically raided the aisles and purchased as many daily capsules and herbal teas that he could get his hands on. Your medicine cabinet will be stocked for at least the next couple years.

A sound of satisfaction pulls your attention to the bottle of cough syrup in his hand. The bright orange liquid taunts you as it sloshes against the plastic when he pushes it your way.

“Do I have to?” You whine, lips beginning to curl at the mere memory of its offensive taste, “It’s gross, Steve.”

“I know, honey, but it’s just one spoonful. You can do a spoonful,” he tells you so confidently that it makes you hiccup.

Upon seeing the twist in your expression, he sweetens the deal with the promise of homemade chicken noodle soup and a few kisses — the latter you begrudgingly refuse so as to not pass the cold.

He pours the syrup into the shallow bowl of a spoon, chuckling at the grimace that’s still present on your face. You push yourself to sit up straighter and sniffle as he moves the spoon closer to you. Your stomach dips when you see him smile and nod in simple assurance before you’re opening your mouth.

Your lips wrap around the metal and you’re immediately recoiling at the foul flavour.

“See? I told you, you could do it. Look how easy that was.”

It makes your chest flutter. He’s reaching down into the bag again to grab a water bottle and your arms spring for it. Steve chuckles at your eagerness as he watches you quickly unscrew the cap and chug. The remnants of the medicine burn the back of your throat and your eyes briefly water at the sting.

“You okay?” He caresses your calf over the thick comforter when he asks. It makes your shoulders droop — you ache to feel his cold hands in your warm skin. You nod sheepishly and avert your eyes from his stare.

“Thank you, doctor,” you say without much thought.

Steve perks up. There’s a playful glint in his eyes as he hums and takes the bottle from your hands.

“Doctor, huh? Are you into that? Doctor Harrington?” He pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose with a smirk pulling at the corner of his lips.

A cough of surprise pushes out past your lips and you can feel your heart beating wildly against your rib cage. Your leg burns where his hand rests and the sensation rushes right to the top of your head. His taunting gaze makes your hands fly to your cheeks and a shy grin fights its way onto your face.

“What? No, I…” Steve’s brow jumps up to challenge you. You attempt to steel yourself, but eyes dart everywhere but his face. “I’m into being healthy,” you reply, voice shaky.

“Right, yeah. Totally. But you’re also into me, right?” He scoots closer to you as his hand slowly inches up toward your thigh.

“Steve,” you scold him and shut your eyes.

“Oh. You’re so into me, it’s making you sick, my poor girl,” he teases before leaning over to kiss your jaw down to your throat. You giggle as tufts of his hair tickle your cheeks and then you’re pulling him back. His lips drag up the column of your neck until he’s reaching your lips. It’s feather-light before you’re pulling back.

“I’m gross right now,” you mutter with a frown, referring to your cold. But Steve takes great offense. He pouts.

“This bug got you good. Making you delirious.” He dives back in for your lips. It’s firm this time, like he’s proving a point. It makes you sigh and grab at his biceps as he’s pushing you up against your headboard. When his hand moves to cup your cheek and pull you closer, you start pushing at his shoulders.

“Steve,” you whine into his mouth, “I’m gonna get you sick.”

“Come on, I have a solid immune system,” he insists, “I’m basically superhuman. I think I can handle a few kisses.”

Steve thinks he’s just about the luckiest person in the world when you smile and laugh. And also because he’s got you to take care of him when he inevitably gets sick the following week.

[americas1suiteheart]

I Guess I'll Take Care Of You

Ray Stantz x Reader

Notes; This is like, sorta poorly written. And short. Sorry, y'all :(

Warnings; Language, though nothing vulgar.

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"Bye boys! Be careful this time, please?" You call out.

"We'll try our best, Y/n. Take care of Ray." Winston says, getting out of the firehouse as quickly as he could with Peter and Egon.

Ray got sick just a few days ago and was still sick enough to not go on missions with the rest. So, while the boys were out doing their thing, and it had been very busy being it was October, you were taking care of him.

Now, see. Taking care of Ray was a task. It was almost like taking care of a kid when they were sick.

You would tell them to sleep and stay in bed, not eat any junk food and to take their medicine or get up to play any of their video games and they would do the complete opposite.

Ray would sleep and stay in bed most of the time, and then he would get bored.

Second to Egon, Ray was probably one of the most stubborn that you've had to take care of out of all the boys, because unfortunately for you, each one of them has gotten sick at least once and put into your care.

Again, Egon was real stubborn, too. Though, he's stubborn even when he's not sick.

You sigh and go into the "kitchen" area of the firehouse to grab some more medicine for Ray from the cabinets. Tylenol, cough syrup, mucus relief, and an ice pack for his head.

Coughs, groans, and sniffles came from the sleeping quarters. Well, he's up now. Just in time.

You knock on the door and let yourself in, making your way to Ray's cot. He was under a pile of God knows how many blankets.

A trashcan was on his bedside halfway full of used tissues.

"Hey, love. How're you feelin'?" You ask, putting the back of your hand on his forehead. It was still warm, not as bad as last night, though.

"Well, I'm sure as hell better now." Ray responds, looking up at you with a smile on his face.

You smile and place the bottles of medicine on the table and open one by one.

"Medicine time. Yay.." You say unenthusiastically.

"Come on, Y/n. Really? You're gonna do this to me?" Ray whines.

"I know you hate this shit and I know it tastes nasty, but you have to take it or you won't feel better."

"I'll take those chances if it means having you take care of me for longer." Ray grins, letting out a nasty cough afterwards.

God. Dealing with a sick Ray was just like dealing with a slightly mellow version of Peter. Though, you wouldn't say you minded some of Ray's new bold remarks.

"Ray, I love you. I really do, but if I have to take you alone for one more week I'm gonna go crazy." You sigh, motioning for him to sit up.

He does as you say with a groan. You grab one bottle and pour it into a spoon and give it to him, then do the same with the two other medicines.

"Thank you, Ray." You say getting up, giving him a kiss on his warm forehead.

"Anything for you," Ray winks before sneezing into his hand.

Gross.

"I'm gonna bring you a glass of water now, alright? Stay in bed." You say sternly before leaving with the medicine bottles and spoon in your hands.

More groans, coughs, sniffles, and even more coughs.

You put the medicines away and grab a.. decently..? washed glass and rinse it off before filling it with water.

"Y/n?"

You jump and turn around to see a still very sick Ray who should definitely still be in bed.

"Ray! Why aren't you in bed, I said I would be right back?" You say disappointingly with a hand on your hip.

"But that's no fun though, now is it?" Ray smiles with a sniffle.

You sigh and set the glass down, pinching the bridge of your nose.

You hear a cabinet open and see Ray rummaging around in one of them, pulling out a Twinkie after.

You gasp. Those were Egon's Twinkies.

"Want a Twinkie?" Ray says, waving it side to side as if it were a completely normal thing.

"No, I don't want a Twinkie! Ray! Those are Egon's Twinkies, he's gonna be pissed! There's a reason he hides them, put it back!" You gasped.

"Egon won't know!"

You bit your lip and sighed. A Twinkie did sound good right now.. Egon's not going to blame you if he finds out, is he?

You give in and take the one he was waving at you from his hand.

"We're going to have to burn these wrappers, Ray..." You joke.

You walk back into the quarters with Ray, rushing him back in, incase the boys came back and saw you and Ray with a Twinkie.

You'd never see the light of day again if Egon caught you with those.

Ray lays back down in his bed, giggling with what he's getting away with.

You both unwrap the sweets, looking at them in awe.

You suddenly hear the Ecto-1 park into the garage and the boys put their equipment back. You and Ray look at eachother, quickly eating the creme-filled cakes and hiding the wrappers before any of them can see you with them.

Stomps and chattering could be heard getting closer, implying the boys were now at the top of the stairs.

Winston comes into the sleeping quarters and lays down on his cot with a large sigh.

"How'd it go, Winnie?" You ask getting up off of Ray's cot, earning a whine from him.

"It was alright. Just a little more exhausting than the others this week." He replies.

"Y/n! Ray!" Egon suddenly shouts from the kitchen.

You look back at Ray, a look of fear apparent on both of your faces.

"What did you two do?" Winston asks a sly grin on his face.

Uh oh..

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Now when I tell you guys this took me a month to finish, it's upsetting because of how short it is. I wrote half of it a month ago and finished the rest in like, a day because I had no clue what else to do. This probably won't get that much attention, but if it does; thank you! I love writing for other characters other than the ones I keep repeatedly doing. I had fun with this one.

[thevanillerose]

NOWHERE TO | HAUNTED!JOSEPH x READER | THE EVIL WITHIN

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not own anything except my own writing. All properties belong to their respective creators.

“JOSEPH, STOP!”

That cry still echoed. If only it had worked. Now here you were. Convinced you were about to die.

What a horrible twist.

“Fuck...fuck...!” You knew you shouldn't have been talking at all, but you just couldn't help it. The panic was surging through you like a rapid wave. Your legs felt fit to buckle any second yet still you pressed onward, knowing that the moment you slowed down you'd essentially be inviting death upon yourself.

And you didn't want to die. Who did?

Skidding into the room at the end of the corridor you had been racing down, you desperately sought some kind of place where you could curl up and be silent, hoping he would pass you by. A slightly damaged but still solid filing cabinet caught your eye, and you sprinted to the end of the room, scrambling behind it.

Collapsing to your hands and knees, your frantic fingertips brushed against something cool, and you looked down to see a partially opened pair of scissors. Rusted, a little blood encrusted, but they would do for a weapon until the moment you ever needed to find something better. Hopefully none of it would be necessary.

It seemed you'd lost him far behind you thanks to that stun from your original slap, but if Joseph's now ghoulish appearance was anything to go by, he'd likely be able to sniff you out. Recalling how his face had contorted and twisted right before your very eyes made you nauseous.

He wasn't him anymore, and the Joseph you knew before...was someone you had liked a lot. He was intelligent and handsome, kind hearted and determined. You had been so glad to work alongside him even in such a nightmarish place. Yet nothing that STEM had thrown at you thus far could even remotely compare to the terror of watching him change like that.

One minute he had been doubled over and coughing, having only just suggested plans for locating Sebastian seconds earlier. The next, he was straightened up again...and he looked like a monster.

You seized the scissors and pressed your back to the discreet side of the cabinet, clutching the it'll-do weapon to your chest and trying your best not to breathe too loud. It was a hard task though, considering how exhausted you felt after sprinting so far. You had rushed through this hospital...facility...asylum...whatever the hell it was supposed to be with such speed that you hadn't even known you were capable of it.

When it came to fight or flight it seemed you were a master of the latter. “...[Y/N]~...” Though perhaps it would have been best to also refine the former.

Footsteps echoed on the solid blood-stained floor, and soon enough you sensed his presence entering the wide room. It was circular, and you were at the other end of it from him. Yet you could hear the way he sucked breath between his teeth, almost aroused by the sense of fear dripping in this place.

“You know you can't hide from me, don't you?” Shit! “And I know that you're in here.” he started pacing inside calmly, tugging his gloves a little tighter onto his hands, hands that desperately sought to wring your neck. “So just come out nicely for me now and we can talk it over. What do you say? That sounds like a plan, right?” He spoke so sweetly it was saccharine, like a sickly syrup. You wanted to vomit but you kept it down and only gripped the scissors with more vigor. You weren't dying today.

“No? You're not going to?” Joseph spoke like he was pouting. “That's a shame-”

Suddenly there was a loud BANG!, and you were shaken so much you almost let out a scream. Joseph flung the nearest chair angrily at the wall, followed by another into one of the display cases, shattering the glass with ear-piercing impact and letting the empty dried up bottles inside come tumbling out. You listened to them roll, and among the din you picked out his dress shoes stepping ever closer.

“...Sorry about that kitten-” Kitten? “-It's just that you're...making me really mad right now...and it's kind of hard to resist losing my shit...”

Black coated fingers slid gently atop a nearby surface. “I promise you though, if you come out willingly I'll have no reason to hurt you.” Then why chase me in the first place!? “I'll be gentle. I know I freaked you out back there, and I'm sorry. I mean it.”

Fuck. He sounded so genuine you had to shut your eyes and remind yourself that he wasn't. This was all an act. If you bought it and did as he said you'd only end up dying quicker. You just had to fight your emotions and think logically here.

You'd loved him once. But you couldn't love what STEM had made him become.

“Hah...[Y/N]...sweetheart...this is really starting to-” CRASH! “-PISS ME OFF!!”

The squeak couldn't help itself, and Joseph's scarlet eyes were on your location in an instant. “Ohohoho...there you are...” He made a beeline and you acted on instinct, lunging out and keeping your eyes shut still as you thrust the scissors toward him. “GET AWAY FROM ME!”

Thud. Hollow. Kind of moist.

Your eyes gradually opened again when you didn't feel him touching you, and you stared at the chest before you. Blood slowly seeped through the white shirt he wore, blending with his tie. Raising your head, you looked up to see a pair of startled eyes gazing right back into yours.

This was the scariest thing so far. They were human.

The veins and rot that had plagued his pallid skin before were faded. The face you saw staring back at you in pained horror was the one you'd fallen in love with. The one you knew so well. “J...Joseph-”

And just like that it was gone again. His left hand shot up and yanked the scissors out of his pectoral, while his other snatched your neck like it was a tree branch. He could break it just as easily.

“Joseph-!!” you gasped and gagged as he squeezed, tossing the blood-soaked weapon aside and letting it clatter to the floor, while he then let his free hand grab your neck too. Your body was thrust back and slammed down onto the nearest desk, Joseph forcing his weight down upon you as he leaned over your steadily weakening form.

Desperately you tried to form some words but your mouth ached just gasping for some kind of breath. Your legs kicked and your fists pounded against his arms, nails digging in savagely to any softness they found, but your Haunted former companion only kept strangling you.

His brow was furrowed, his eyes glowing, his teeth grit. “You'll pay for that you bitch...” “N...no...” you managed to wheeze out, but the fact you could say anything at all only prompted him to hold you harder. Blotches filled your vision steadily, and you began to feel fainter and fainter. Death only seemed imminent then.

Yet something you hadn't intended was happening, right there before Joseph's callous eyes, and it made him falter.

It was because of no condition that this rarity happened, it could probably be pinned down to STEM playing tricks with his head again. But your tears weren't simply tears...they were blood.

You were crying so hard, so sorrowfully, that you were bleeding.

Wailing. Begging. Bleeding for him.

Some fraction of remaining humanity that still resided within Joseph made him hesitate, and for that brief moment he let his grip loosen. Regaining clarity quickly, the baffling situation dawned on you. He...stopped? He wasn't going to kill you? Why?

There was no time to question it. The moment your hand picked up the scalpel not two inches from you, you acted. And because you knew you had to, you did so without remorse.

Joseph wasn't going to be Joseph again. There may have been glimmers of hope here and there, like right now, but it was only a matter of time.

As you sat up suddenly you took one last miserable look into those hazel eyes before thrusting the scalpel straight through one of them. Maybe there was a little reluctance there. You should have stabbed him in the throat. “GAAAHH!!!” But it was the best you could do, and you took the opportunity to run while you had it. While his wretched scream echoed in the room you sprinted for the door and burst through the opening with a surge of determined speed.

You were weakened, and you were petrified, but you kept on running. Your life depended on it.

Even when you heard the screaming stop. Even when Joseph tugged the scalpel from his socket and let it drop. Even as he turned and watched you shrinking down the hallway with a single relentless eye.

Even when you heard him call out to you. You wouldn't slow down for a second.

“I'll find you [Y/N]...!” You didn't look back. “I'll FIND YOU!!” You just kept going.

Joseph wiped his bloodied, ruined mouth, and smiled. “Because there's nowhere to run...and there's nowhere to hide...” He chuckled. “And you know that.”

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[tantumuna]

WIP TUESDAY

tagged by @disdaidal thank you :)))

I've been working on a Gallatin x Cahir sickfic ever since one of my readers suggested it, so here's the opening

Gallatin coughed into his fist, which froze Cahir entirely where he sat on the couch, shoes only half on. It was six fifteen in the morning, and while Gallatin normally stayed in bed when Cahir woke to get ready for work, he’d opted to get up, too, and make Cahir some breakfast. The apartment smelled of cooking hashbrowns and freshly seared sausages, but all Cahir could think about was that cough.

He was quick to pull on his second shoe, then jump up from the couch to wander towards the kitchen, where Gallatin sniffed into a paper towel and stirred the hashbrowns.

“Are you alright?” Cahir asked.

Gallatin eyed him, pinched his nose, then pulled the paper towel away. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

“Are you sure? I know you, Gallatin. You haven’t any allergies, and—ˮ

“Yeah, buttercup, I promise. I’m fine. Just a little sniffly.” Gallatin left the pan so he could grab two plates from the cabinet. “And don’t worry, didn’t sneeze in your food.”

Cahir grimaced. “I didn’t think you would? Are you still going to work today?”

“And the gym.”

“Are you sure that’s wise?” Cahir watched as Gallatin filled both their plates. “Perhaps you should stay home.”

“That’s rich.” Gallatin handed Cahir his plate and raised his brows.

“You and your overtime, telling me to stay home? And for what, a cough? Buttercup”—Gallatin grabbed a fork and headed to their little dining table, which was half covered in mail neither of them felt like sorting through—“if I called off for every cough, I wouldn’t have a job.” Frowning, Cahir joined Gallatin at the table with a fork of his own. Gallatin had already placed condiments on the table, of which Cahir took the bottle of syrup to pour over his plate.

“You can’t fault me for worrying,” he muttered. “You were only shot in the chest.”

“Last year, buttercup. I’m fine, but I appreciate the concern.” Gallatin looked up and smiled. “Really, Cahir. I’m okay.”

Cahir stared at Gallatin for a long moment, holding his breath as Gallatin dug into his breakfast. He had limited time, so Cahir let his breath out through pursed lips and moved his attention to his food.

“Just take care of yourself,” Cahir muttered, eventually. “I’ll be home just after five, if all goes right.”

“Yeah, yeah. Have a good day.”

Cahir ate his food twice as quick, which was unusual, but he had to go. He left his plate on the table and lingered long enough to press a kiss to the side of Gallatin’s head. He didn’t feel warm, so Cahir kissed him again. Gallatin smiled, mouth filled with food, and waved as Cahir went to the door to grab his bag and his jacket. He ducked out the door and locked it on his way out, leaving Gallatin alone for the moment in a quiet apartment.

Gallatin picked at his hashbrowns, one bite at a time, until his phone buzzed. Curious, he peeked at it, then laughed gently.

From Buttercup (Cahir D) (6:32am): love you Sent (6:32am): love you, too. Get out of here, cutie.

Gallatin could almost hear Cahir groaning behind the sound of his car starting. Laughing to himself, Gallatin set his phone aside and returned to eating. When he was finished, he washed off the plates and tucked their dishes into the dishwasher, set an alarm on his phone, and wandered back to bed. He’d hit the gym around ten, shower and change there, and be at work by noon.

I don't know who else to tag so feel free to do if you wanna :>

[1000-niche-interests]

I imagine Lin having a bad immune system so sick!Lin and the ship Linumi:D

Hello, anon, and thank you for my ~very first~ request to this blog :) I appreciate you!! I haven't actually written anything for Lin in about a year so I can't promise this is *entirely* perfectly in character but I hope you like it! Thanks again for your request! Fic under the cut.

Since retiring from the United Forces, Bumi took every opportunity to sleep in. Juvenile, as Tenzin often told him, but Bumi had never been much of a morning person. A trait that had only exacerbated during his airbending training; then, he slept in just to annoy Tenzin or to avoid more of his boring speeches about gurus he’d almost certainly already learned at some point in his childhood. 

(Okay, maybe he couldn’t recall all of them, but still.)

Lin, on the other hand, stuck to a strict schedule. She always had, ever since they were kids; once they’d finally moved in together, he wasn’t the least bit surprised that had continued.

The trend lately did concern him, though, just a little.  While Lin had always been an early riser, most times than not in the past week he’d awoken in the small hours of the morning to her heading out the door. 

He understood it, he did; rebuilding the police force and keeping the peace after Kuvira’s attack had demolished half the city was no easy feat. 

The difference between them, though, was that Lin seemed to believe that if she wasn’t there, the city would implode. Bumi believed that pretty much everything could wait until at least nine am. 

He’d considered broaching the subject, tell her to sleep in and slow down if she could, but she was always so tired after coming home from the station, or what currently passed as a temporary headquarters, he found himself biting his tongue. Which didn’t happen often, even where Lin was concerned. 

But if he knew her, and he did, this could only go on so long before she inevitably crashed. 

Which was why, waking this morning with the sun shining high though the windowpane, Bumi wasn’t overly surprised to find Lin still beside him. Nor could he find it in him to be surprised at the veritable heat radiating off her through the sheets she was curled up in. He sighed to the quiet room, and got out of bed as silently as he could. Lin’s health was one of the few things in life that couldn’t wait, for good reason.

No reason to wake her yet, he decided as he made his way to the kitchen. As he put the kettle on to boil for tea, he set about digging up whatever medicine was stashed in the back cabinets. This being Lin’s place through and through, everything was in a limbo of organized disorganization. She organized what she thought was important-- papers, clothes, old photos-- but the afterthoughts… things like medicine, in this case… were more often than not stuck wherever she found space for them. The tea, at least, was tucked away in its own cabinet, but other than a half-full, potentially expired bottle of cough syrup, Bumi hadn’t found much. 

“Dammit Lin, how do you live like this?” He whispered to no one, entirely ignoring that his room on Air Temple Island was much less organized (and just how he liked it). It wasn’t even his lack of progress that bothered him, but the fact that he couldn’t believe a woman as prone to accidents and illness as Lin had almost nothing by the way of medication in her house. 

“Bumi, why are you tearing up the kitchen?” He heard Lin’s voice from behind him, and barely stopped himself from jumping. He’d have sensed her coming had he not been so focused on the search at hand. Probably. 

“Looking for drugs.” He said as he turned to face her, hoping it might cheer her up a bit. It did not, if her frown was any indication. She crossed her arms, and he held up his in surrender. “No, really. Where’s your, uh… anything? This place have stuff for fevers, at least?” If the flush high on Lin’s cheeks was any indication, she could definitely use it right now. 

Lin shrugged, very noncommittal, and Bumi’s eyes narrowed. He knew Lin’s mannerisms to a t, and that one definitely meant the answer was no. 

He opened his mouth to speak, ask what she was using as medication, then, but the sharp whistle of the kettle cut him off. Lin winced, a hand going up to her temple. The kettle was quickly silenced, at least, and soon he had a cup of hot water ready to go. 

“So, what kind of tea do you want?” He asked, turning back to see Lin at the table, watching him with half-open, slightly glassy eyes. He knew she was exhausted and why she didn’t just go back to bed and wait for him was a question he doubted would ever be answered.

“White peony.” She answered after a moment, crossing her arms again; though he noticed that this time, she’d begun to shiver. In the cabinet he found the tin of white tea leaves, thankfully in tea bags and not loose. He could work with infusers of course, but he had a sneaking suspicion Lin didn’t own one. Because of course she wouldn't.

He left the tea in the water to steep, then set it in front of her. She spared him barely a glance as he ducked into the other room and retrieved his coat, before returning and placing it over her bare shoulders. She tensed, then relaxed, melting back into the red folds of his coat like it was the best thing in the world. Bumi couldn’t help but chuckle at that, remembering that as grumpy as Lin was known to get when she was sick, with a fever she got rather docile, too. 

As the tea seeped, Lin watched, no longer quivering as badly within her makeshift blanket. When it was to her liking, she plucked the tea bag out, setting it aside. Bumi sat down across from her, half wishing he’d brewed some tea of his own just to seem less of a mother hen. But Lin’s stock almost depleted as it was, he’d skip it this time.

“So,” He began as she wrapped her hands around the cup, obviously trying to warm them. “You’re not going to work today, right?” 

He’d had to broach the subject eventually; she hadn’t mentioned it explicitly which was usually a good sign, but he still had to check. 

He was relieved when she slowly shook her head in affirmation, though he could tell it wasn’t an easy decision. It never was, with her.

“I should,” She began, with a heavy sigh. “But I feel like shit.” 

“Hey,” He said, putting a hand on her’s, not needing to mention the tremor in her voice to know how she felt about it. “This city can survive a couple days without you, you know that.”

Lin merely huffed, more disapproval then dissent. “I know. I just don’t like it.”

“I know.” Bumi said, squeezing her hand with a smile that only grew as she squeezed back, their time-honored signal. “But, you got me to take care of you! You’ll be back on your feet before you know it.”  That got an actual smile out of her, if a tired one. 

When she’d finished her tea, he followed her back to the bedroom, where, without prompting, she curled up, his coat still wrapped around her. He raised an eyebrow, for a moment not sure whether he should be amused or concerned, before remembering that if he really wanted to get her even slightly less miserable, he’d need to go out and buy some medicine. 

It being early autumn now, he might’ve appreciated having his coat… but decided it was probably better served in Lin’s care. 

“Well, if you don’t have any medication here,” He began, pulling in his shoes alongside something slightly more presentable to go out in. “I’ll make a run to the pharmacy.”

Lim grumbled something unintelligible from the bed, probably voicing her disapproval, which Bumi chose to ignore. 

“Hey, you’re wrapped up in my coat and a blanket,” He called back, the keys for the satomobile now securely in his pocket. “You need something for the fever, at least… you’re too quiet, I’m not used to it.” He joked lightly, only to be met with a definite, "fuck you", from Lin’s linen cocoon. 

There was the Lin he knew, he thought with a smile. A good sign. 

Now, to get some medicine for her… and maybe he’d even pick up something nice for her on the way back home. 

Before he left, though, he glanced back to the bedroom door, closed now. 

Lin Beifong could be many things on bad days, from cranky to seething in her anger, to almost docile like this-- but it was these days, too, that he remembered so very clearly why he loved her.  Because she was many things, but she was always so quintessentially Lin, every time… and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[ppatricia34me]

I burn for you! Yander Female doctor Reader X Defender strange

(Also This is my first X Reager)

Y/N; Your name

Y/LN Your Last Name E/C: Eye Colour

H/C Hair Colour

The reader is in her 20s.

Also, this is meant to be creepy none of the Actions in these stories should be replicated and also if you are not over 18 please do not read this, this story Contains, sex, drugs, needles, and Yander stuff, Viewer discretion is advised.

Defender strange POV

My eyes Slowly Creek open, the room was bright, I blinked a few times, it was Medical and sterile, it was the lab that all the Doctors that Aided myself and the Defender team worked in.

I shivered slightly, the room was colder than usual, and my eyes drifted down,.....I was necked!

My heart began to race, and I felt helpless strapped to this Medical table.

“Oh wonderful Mr strange, You're awake!” a young woman voce Excitedly spoke out, my eyes darted to her form, She was one of the youngest members of the Medical team, but her name escapes me every time.

“You've been very Naughty Mr Strange, skipping out on your Physical, I was begging to get worried, intell I heard what happen, You got your heart broken didnt you Doctor, by Doctor Palmer, You were too Embarrassed to come back, but everyone got worried, so I Volunteered!” She spoke chillingly, her eyes feilt like they were staring into my soul, she soon smiled.

Her soft hand came up to Cradle my face.

“Don't be scared, I’ll make it fun.. maybe even Pleasurable~!’ she smiled wildly.

My cheeks flushed at the last part. “Miss, I don't even know you!” I spoke trying not to Quiver.

“Oh My Apologies, I’m Doctor Y/N Y/LN, It's lovely to Finally officially meet your acquaintance!” she smiled. “Um...Yes, Now could you Untie the straps on the table.” I asked with a Light bit of fun amusement.

Y/N smirked as she dragged her hand along the Leather strap that held my chest to the table. “Why I know what your Capable of Mr. Strange, These Leather blinds are Threaded with the Sands of Nisanti, there for my Protection and so you don't escape, You missed Your last 2 weeks' worth of Appointments, dear Doctor!” she spoke, her hand slowly Caressing my stomach.

I swallowed hard at her touch on my skin, my face feilt warm.

She let out a Sadistic giggle and she soon turned on her Heal, I watched as she went to the Tall medicine cabinet and grabbed a Large Bottle filled with magenta-colored liquid, she walked back to my side and grabbed from her Small metal table filled with tools a spoon.

I watched as she poured the pink Cough syrup-looking liquid onto the spoon.

“Open wide Darling~!” she spoke, her voice coming out like that of a mother trying to coercers her child into taking medicine.

I kept my lips pressed tightly together, she smirked and shoved the spoon hard into my mouth, and the Liquid soon swallowed.

 “No need to fight me, now Well that's settling in your System, I’ll take some blood for my Colleagues!” She smiled down at me.

She grabbed a rather large needle, and she looked at me softly as she covered my eyes with her hand, i feilt the Jab in my arm Instantly, I let out a Whimper.

“Shh, I know baby, But don't worry it won't hurt for long~!” she cood, and soon she was right, the pain stopped and was replaced with warmth, and her soft hand slowly lifted from my face.

 I blushed and began to pant as the warmth feilt like it was getting hotter.

“Honestly They just wanted me to take your blood, but you see I dont want only to do that, i’ve watched you from afar in the lab, I’ve seen you get your Physical and I’ve seen you hooked up to the heart Monitor running machine, I’ve wanted to talk to you for soo long, to ask you to go out with me…but your heart was with another, Doctor Palmer found it cute when she Caught me staring at you, Soon others found out and thats how I found out about you and Doctor Palmer, You loved her but she didnt love you, But I can, we can have a life togather, if you’ll let me!” Y/N Confessed never looking away, Her E/C Sparkled in the Bright lighting of the lab.

“Y/N I dont know what to say?” I blushed adding to the State of  unbearable heat my body was in.

She looked away lightly, her eyes looking Wet with tears, a Pinch of guilt hitting me.

“Y..Y/N, When will our new life begin?” I asked, Trying to sound Convincing.

Her eyes light up at this and she was quick to wipe the tears away.

“My friend owns a Medical Clinic that Specializes in Experimental breeding drugs, I can send him a vill of your sperm for standby, he sent me some pills that will Mutate your Member into that of a bull, Once we copulate there's 100% Success rate that I will get pregnant, Once I find out I will leave this place and I hope you do the same After all I want our children to know there father!” She exclaimed.

I gave her a soft smile, unsure of what to say to all of that, she let out a squeal and ran to a different part of the lab, it didnt take long for her to come back, she put down two White pills on her Small metal table and she Adjusted the bed to stand straight up, she soon set up a Vacuum like a device, her checks blushed as she took the tub in her hand and eyed my member, she brought a Shaky hand to it, her hands were soo small, I let out a Shaky breath, it felt wrong to find her small hands so arousing, soon I felt the cold of the tub as it Ingolth my member, she soon turned it on and my mouth fell open with moans and grunts. I bucked my hips as the Suction increased. “UUUM, Y/N, Y/N I will be with you, Just please make it stop!” I moaned as I tried to thrash.

She let out an Excited squeal as she turned off the Machine, I let out gaps trying to check my breath, and she put the bed back down, I gazed over to the Canister, and my eyes widened, it was full to the brim, Y/N gave me a shy smile as she put the Canister on a Transporter pad and sent it off, she soon rushed out to the other room and bright out cuffs.

She blushed as she set them down and put the two pills to my lips, I swallowed them and she soon freed me from the table but put the cuffs on me, she didnt have them bid me but they still stopped my magic.

Y/N helped me off the table and pulled me into a Dark bedroom, the bed had  Red velvet sheets and black walls, she soon let go of me and began to strip, I let out a low growl as I feilt my body twitch, and she turned to me with a smile. “Oh my the pills are working really fast~!” she blushed as her eyes looked to my member.

I smirked as i Charged at her, knocking her small body to the bed, she blushed as she looked at me, I could tell I surprised her. “What's wrong Doc, I thought You wanted me to breed you~?” I teased, Growling in her ear, she let out a soft moan.

“Yes I do Mr. Strange, Fill me up!” she moaned, I smirked as I Raised my Abdomen up, and slammed it down just to tease her.

She Whimpered and looked at me with pleading eyes, I smirked and Position myself to her Sulky Clitoris and pushed myself in deep, she let out a deep moan, I smirked as I moved my hips in her soft body, her moans were like music, I moved my hands down to her Abdomen and Massage it, seeing my member bulge in her.

“You look so good my love, let this be the bed in wich we wed in~!” I loveling spoke, my voce deep and dripping with lust.

She blushed and leand forward Capturing my lips in a passhent kiss.

I closed my eyes, deeply thrusting into her as we kissed, her moans and gapsed mubled into my lips. I soon pulled back from the kiss and I soon did  one lest lage thrust, Y/N moand lodely, her body shook and i soon fault her body relise, She looked Exhausted with a sleepy smile, I clukled and kissed her forehead.

“You did grate Miss Strange!” I spoke loveingly, my voce sounding deep and Groggy.

Her eyes brighted and hugged me tightly.

“T..T..Thank you!” she happylee cryed into my chest.

I smiled as i rubbed her back, I could feel the drugs start to waer off, soon my body gave into Fatigue holding her close.

20 weeks later, second-trimester  

Y/N POV

“We're going to miss you Y/N, Good luck to you and Stephen!” Christine smiled as she shook my hand. “Thank you, Christine, Stephen and I both will miss all of you, I’ll make sure to come and visit with the baby!” I smiled, all the doctors came in for a large group hug, and soon Though I heard Stephen clear his throat.

“Sweetheart, It's time to go to your appointment!” strange spoke from the lab's door frame, I blushed as I waved back at my fellow doctors, I soon rushed over to him, his large hand placed on my lower back as he guided me out.

We both exited the Facilities, and outside Stephen makes a portal, I smiled as I take his hand, and once on the other side, my eyes widen.

“S...Stephen, I thought We were going to the doctor?” I asked feeling a little confused.

“Oh Darling, You don't need to worry your pretty little head about that, Your home with me!” He spoke, his deep voice making my cheeks blush.

His large hands roomed my stomach, I leaned into him, and he chuckled.“Besides, now I get to play doctor!” He whispered deeply in my ear, his grip around me tighten and a cloth was soon placed over my mouth, the world around me was fading fast, the last thing I saw was strange holding a large sperm jar I giggled and passed out. (THE END)

[valeriee-dawn]

untitled

a short story

She sat at the table, feet aching for a break after a long shift running between rooms, checking pulses, changing IV’s, rushing carts to operating rooms. Working in an emergency room is exciting at times, what with the different patients she meets and accidents she sees –- not to mention the types of medications she works with. However grueling hours demand sacrifice, and her devoted husband is always there to pick up her slack after long days like this. It’ll all be over soon though. She didn’t know it, but he slipped a little something into her wine before setting it in front of her.

          While prepping for the night’s dinner, he went into her cabinet filled with prescriptions she didn’t need and items she shouldn’t have. Usually locked and hidden from him, she left in such a hurry this morning that after popping her usual dosage and taking a few drags from the blunt on the bottom shelf, she extinguished it in the kitchen instead of into the ash tray next to the cabinet. He noticed this and, after making sure her car was long gone, went into the basement and found the secret stash unlocked and in full view for all to see.

           Most of the bottles were over the counter: cough syrup, headache and cold medicines, aspirin, but the bottom shelf he shouldn’t know about held heavy hallucinogens. A small drawer underneath slid out, revealing a grinder, a syringe, and an iv bag, needle and all. He stared at all the drugs and thought about her. He left the cabinet and headed upstairs to start prepping her favorite dinner.

           Slow roasted pot roast took a while to prepare, so he started seasoning the roast right away. Each shaker coated the meat generously, and soon the heavily seasoned roast was resting in the crock pot, beef bouillon cubes slowly dissolving in the water and integrating with the salt, the garlic powder, the thyme. The potatoes, whose high starch contents help thicken the broth. Delicately sliced carrots to add a savory taste and texture, and if cooked just right, a slight crunch, the onions, adding more flavor than the seasonings could alone.

          By the time each vegetable was chopped and added to the pot, nearly two hours had passed. The slow cooker, its savory flavor drifting through the air, seeping into each pore, drawing saliva from each swollen gland, made him question his plan. He wasn’t really sure he could ruin such a beautiful roast, and the thought of her plowing through it after her shift without so much as a thank you was upsetting enough. But he sighed and set the timer for four hours. He took his seat in his EZ boy recliner, the faded brown cloth wearing thinner and thinner, yet it was just as comfortable as the day he bought it all those years ago.

          The end table beside the recliner was covered in women’s health magazines and cigarette ashes. She loved reading those damn things, their enticing bullshit articles about losing weight grabbed her every time we reached the end of the checkout isle. As a nurse, she knows the tips are phony, but she can’t help it. Just like she can’t help smoking in his chair when she arrives home each night.

          He’s sure there was a time she wasn’t taking long drags instead of talking to him, but he can’t remember. The night of their senior prom, he stood on the dance floor alone, waiting for her to return from her nicotine trip. He watched her leaning over the balcony talking to some football jock as they exchanged puffs of smoke and small talk. Here they were, some odd years later, and she still relied on those cancer sticks more than him.

          The roast hooked him by the nose and yanked him out of his thoughts. The clock revealed her shift was almost over, and her overwhelming sterile scent will soon be battling dinner when she bursts through the door moments later. He decided to prep the table now. Under the sink in the back of the cabinet rests a black box, whose interior was lined with velvet to protect the sterling silver utensils within. The silverware set was a gift from his mother for their wedding day, and even though they said they would, the couple hasn’t touched the set since then. He delicately placed the box on the counter and lifted each utensil out of it’s holder, setting them in their respective places. The nice china was in a different cabinet, and was used mainly for parties. Each plate donned hand painted cherry blossoms and cymbidiums around the edges, and their color contrasted well with special meals like the roast.

          The only thing missing from the nicely set table were the drinks. He headed back down into the basement and into the cellar and retrieved a well-aged bottle of red merlot, whose bitter notes paired perfectly with roast. Before heading back up the stairs, he stopped at the medicine cabinet. Her lack of respect, cigarette ashes littering the house, ungratefulness, lack of appreciation, her secrets… it’s been too long. He grabbed a container from the bottom shelf and closed the cabinet door, leaving the slightest crack for him to return the medicine to its original place.

         As he reached the kitchen, he heard the struggle of keys jangling, followed by a lock clicking out of place. The wine was already into glasses and resting on the counter, so he quickly popped the bottle open, dumped a few of the pills into her glass, and pocketed the container. He reached into a drawer for a spoon and slowly stirred her drink, dissolving any suspicion along with the pills. Grabbing her glass, he made his way into the living room to find her smoking a cigarette in his EZ recliner. He forced a smile and handed her the drink.

          They talked quietly about their days as she slowly sipped. Red droplets leaked from the corners of her lips as she slumped over, unable to move. He grabbed the glass before her hand went limp and smiled, her mouth foaming a frothy mixture of blood and spit. She twitched in unnatural ways and found her lungs closing up. Each gasp had slightly less air than the last. She reached towards her husband who was just inches away and collapsed to the floor. As her vision faded in and out, she watched her husband slip into the kitchen. Savory thyme and garlic drifted into the living room, slicing through the air like tender meat. The tv clicked on as her eyes rolled back into her head. He nudged her limp body out of the way and sat in the recliner, carefully balancing a full plate of roast in his lap.

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Here's the draft :3

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Most people never remember things, or well, don't remember everything. Whether it be a small thing or something major, you're most likely to forget. But Elijah was very sure he'd remember last night. It wasn't anything un-normal for a night. And it wasn't like he was glad he forgot.

In the day, he went to work for hours. After he got out of the station, he got a call from his sister. She had been frantic. Screaming, crying. Something about the family. An organization. It clicked and Elijah quickly headed over to his family's. His family was big, rich. Elijah looked it too. Light blond hair, near to white but not enough. Pale skin. Yet, his eyes were as brown as the earth.

Your typical rich kid.

So of course they had ties. Organizations, the good, the bad, the eh. These people have been with his family for years. Since Elijah can remember.

Hearing about them from his broken family broke Elijah. They never really had to be a family to them. But for the many years, it's kind of heartbreaking. Being wronged by them…

How awful.

It pissed off Elijah. But after then, he couldn't remember a thing after getting home to Alex, his boyfriend. They talked, had dinner. But that was it. Which made Elijah feel odd. Nobody just forgets something like this. He didn't drink, he was very sure about it. He could've. He had felt it. The stress was awful to his head.

But he didn't. He thinks he went to bed, but he didn't remember going to bed.

But what he found more odd was said organization had been brought down. Someone had gone and killed them all. What an odd day.

It was odd.

Elijah's head hurt, too. "Hey, Hon. Somethin' wrong?" Alex asked, leaning against the counter of the kitchen. Elijah swallowed. What was happening? Elijah couldn't just forget a night, the same day he was told this heart dropping news, and just hear about the downfall of said group. He was wondering if he did that. Would he?

He was upset. He was fuming.

But would he go to those extents?

No, of course not.

"Where's the Asprin?" Elijah simply asked in reply. His voice so meek.

"It's in that cabinet." Alex moved his hand to open the cabinet that held all their pills and cough syrups. "I'll grab you a cup of water." Alex took a glass from the drying rack, flicked off any remaining droplets and turning on the faucet.

"Did it just start hurting?" Asked Alex.

"Yeah…" Elijah answered, staring at the pill bottle. His mind still racing. "Maybe you should skip out on work. Ya seemed out of it last night." Alex brushed Elijah's hair behind his ear. "Maybe. I need to be with my family anyways. The shit that's going on…" Elijah sighed and took the cup from Alex's hand and took out the pills from the bottle. "I think that's for the best." Alex replied.

Alex bent down to give a quick peck on Elijah's cheek before leaving the kitchen. "I'll call the chief then." Alex reached into his pocket and took out his phone. Elijah drowned out the conversation his boyfriend had over the phone, too busy thinking as he downed the pills finally.

He saw Alex glance over with a comforting smile as he spoke.

Elijah was lucky.

Especially through the things they had gone through. It wasn't anything severe, but with Elijah's temper and childish nature being prone to appearing, it led to countless arguments. With Alex's flirtatious nature and his jealousy, it never mixed. But Elijah tried his best to be better.

Alex was patient. He didn't deserve that, but he had it. He was glad to have met him at his sister's wedding. He thinks he scored the best person ever. And hell, Alex was pretty attractive. Muscular…tall…toned skin. One eye mostly covered by his hair, make-up on his beautiful face. Perfect.

Elijah forgot what he had been thinking about. He laughed to himself.

"Yes, of course. I'll tell him." Alex hung up the phone and turned towards Elijah again. "You have the day off, but you've been assigned a case. Somethin' about a mass murder…?" Alex leaned against the doorway of the kitchen. "'Kay…" Elijah answered, giving him a slight smile. "You should receive it tomorrow when you get back. Think you'll be okay?" Alex continued, tilting his head slightly.

"Yeah. I think so. Thanks, Babe." Elijah nuzzled Alex's chest, holding his hip. "'Course, Darlin'." Alex leaned down and gave Elijah another quick peck. "Want me to drive ya to your folks?" Alex asked. "Can you? I don't think I can drive myself with this headache." Elijah grinned.

"Of course." Alex stretched.

Elijah went to change out of his sleep clothes before realizing how dirty his turtle neck shirt was. Dark stains, it was crusted too. What…happened?

He shrugged and went to find another shirt.

He didn't feel well enough to fix his hair. Neither did Alex, still in his sleep outfit. He slipped into a shirt and grabbed the keys. "You're not staying when we get there?" Elijah asked. "It's none of my business to be there. This is between you and your family. But do give me a call when you need to be picked up." Alex said.

Elijah just nodded.

They quietly got in the car and Elijah looked out the window. Thinking to himself. He was trying to remember. But everything was a blurr. The closer he got to maybe remembering, he forgot instantly.

Elijah never forgot this fast. He forgot things normally like a normal person. But not something like this. He had to at least remember going to bed. "Hey…did I go anywhere last night?" Elijah spoke, his voice full of thought. Distant. "Yeah. You were pissed off, yelling," Alex started, Elijah did remember that, he screamed, he yelled, he cried. "Then, when you calmed down, you went over to your folks. Called your parents to confirm, too. Just in case. Checked out." Alex continued, keeping his eyes on the road.

"Anything else?" Elijah asked.

"I fell asleep." Alex admitted. "I was pooped, so I went to bed. You came home hours later and went to bed with me. That was it." Alex finished, finally looking over at Elijah. "What's up?"

"Huh…um. Sorry. I just happened to forget that night. I guess I was too upset that I completely blacked out." Elijah concluded. Yeah. It made sense. Elijah probably went to go comfort his family after having his moment of pure anger.

That was it…

It has to be.

He'll have to ask his parents.

[flydotnet]

WHUMPTOBER 2023, ALT PROMPT 7: EXAMINATION

I'm dead certain I could've written something with "Neglect" had my brain been in the mood for it, but alas, it didn't come to pass; so instead, I pulled an alt prompt from the depths. I almost made this about another HSAU character because I know I'll have Camilla in a caretaking role later on; but it was too tempting and I was more inspired by this one.

Like, listen. I'm not a big canon Camilla enjoyer (I just think, outside her armour, she looks neat); but I love her HSAU version so much. She's got to be one of my favourite altered characters to write from it with Hikaru, Tsubaki and Yayoi.

Because yes, this is an AU fanfiction, set in a universe that already exists, yada yada yada. It's not mandatory to know my worldbuilding, you just need to keep in mind that this is set in modern France (honhon baguette croissant) and also I write those characters marginally better and very differently than they are in their game of origin. That's kind of it.

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First Response

Summary: Five times Camilla examined the people she cares for, and one time they did it for her (against her wish).

Fandom: Fire Emblem Fates (modern AU)

Word Count: 1.9K words

AO3 version available here.

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Growing up with siblings to take care of makes one very aware of their discomfort and Camilla is very much no exception. In fact, she may have been the reason why this rule exists and why it even exists inside her mind.

It doesn’t take long for her radar to work, this morning: Elise walks down the stairs with a slow, clumsy stride, rubbing her eyes and sniffling; so Camilla walks to her as soon as her baby sister, who goes to hug her with a whine. She puts a hand on her forehead, feeling the wet hair and low-grade fever.

“Cami, I don’t feel good,” Elise whispers, still shoved against her.

Her voice is hoarse, which comes to Camilla’s dulled surprise.

“You poor thing,” she coos. “Do you want to stay home?”

Elise nods, but it’s a light gesture: her head must hurt.

“It’s fine. Let’s get you back to bed, okay?”

She nods again.

Camilla slowly turns her sister in the other direction and back up the stairs, careful to her steps. Once they’re both back upstairs, she lets Elise get comfortable again as she gets the usual resources, always tucked in the same section of the bathroom’s cabinet: a cold compress, a box low-grade painkillers and Elise’s favourite strawberry-flavoured cough syrup.

When Xander soon peeks his head through the doorway, she gives him a finger in front of a smile. He nods.

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It’s a lot more difficult to tell when Leo doesn’t feel fine, compared to Elise’s candour on the topic; but Camilla is a caring big sister and she has little trouble doing so, no matter how hard her little brother tries to push through discomfort for the sake of both his teenage pride and his altruistic wish not to disturb neither Xander nor she.

What’s truly more difficult with Leo is letting himself get vulnerable around someone else, even if that someone is his own older sister with a motherly approach to life. Still, this is merely a hurdle, not a dead-set end to her quest.

What works best with Leo is helping him from a distance – and it works in a similar way to examine him. He’s a lot stiffer when feeling ill or exhausted, so to remedy to this, she leaves painkillers and a hot bottle in his bedroom, right next to his lamp on his bedside table. If his eyes are glassy and his gaze is mussed, she makes sure the curtains are closed and all light is dim.

It’s not often that Leo acknowledges all of those silent hints, but when he does, he flops on her lap when she’s reading on the sofa, here for a pat or a quiet hug – but only once he isn’t contagious anymore, she’s noticed.

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Very much to Camilla’s dismay, Hinoka can get very careless with herself. She goes fast and hard, all the time, in both her studies and her favourite sports; and what must happens, happens, more time than Camilla could count.

Today finds them once again in this very situation: Hinoka sitting on the bench of a changing room in her gymnasium of choice, a bleeding wound on her leg and a big scrape on the other, and Camilla kneeling in front of her, a first-aid kit next to her and her cleaned hands near the injuries.

“You need to be more careful, darling,” she chides her again with a smile tugging at her lips.

“One day, I guess,” Hinoka sighs. “But you gotta admit, that was impressive, right? Shun was gawking at me, that was awesome!”

She chuckles, despite the ugly wound in front of her. It’s shallow, as it often is, but it’s still bleeding a bunch and she has to compress it until she’s stemmed the flow of it.

“It’s going to sting.”

The scrape is also shallow, so she cleans it, bandages it and calls it a day.

“It’s no big deal!”

Finally, with the wound tamed, she does the same for it.

“Thank you so much, Camilla,” Hinoka tells her with the brightest smile, and her heart swells at it always does.

Perhaps someday, she won’t need to dress wounds to have intimacy with her…

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Hinoka has a little brother just as intense as her, who just so happens to be Leo’s classmate. Camilla doesn’t know him nearly as much as her crush, let alone her own siblings, but she’s starting to see who Takumi is and how he reacts to things.

Just like Leo, he doesn’t like being dependant nor needing help; but unlike Leo, he tends to lash out at people asking if he needs a hand, rather than coldly turning it down with a tilted head. Takumi thinks being harsher is a good way to protect himself from harm, which has annoyed Leo for quite a long time (for understandable reasons); but lately, she’s noticed he hasn’t been as aggressive and on the defence lately.

This is why she’s only half surprised to see him standing in front of her, an uneasy expression on his face, split between pain and shame.

“Uhm… Can I ask you something, Camilla?”

“Of course, dear. What do you need from me?”

“Can you…” He passes a hand through his hair, grunts to himself and, beet red, spits out, “can you check out my ankle?”

“No problem. Why don’t you sit down?”

With a nod, Takumi limps to the nearest chair. The unease on his face doesn’t let up by the time she’s knelt in front of him and she chooses to ignore it, opting to focus on his request.

Camilla has no trouble finding the hurting ankle: it’s already fairly round and has gone blue. This is, without a doubt, a bad sprain; no wonder why the poor boy has been so uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry in advance,” she tells him with as gentle as a tone as she can.

She softly presses on the injury – and it immediately causes him to scream in blanching pain.

“It’s definitively sprained,” she concludes, this time out loud. “Someone needs to bring you to the hospital. Do you want me to call Ryoma or Hinoka?”

She gets back up, her phone already halfway in her hand, while he brushes tears from his eyes (oh, this must’ve been a terrible, terrible pain she inflicted on him…).

“Hinoka, please.”

She puts a hand on his shoulder and, as soon as he looks back at her, she gives him a smile.

“Don’t worry, it’ll be all good. I promise you.”

Takumi nods again, slightly more relaxed under her touch.

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If Leo is hesitant to letting himself get examined as it’d require him to be vulnerable in front of someone else, then Xander is downright allergic to the very idea of someone caring for him, at least not without being able to give something back in return.

As such, the very few times she must step up and do an examination, it’s always a first step deal, a sort of gauging as to ease the work of the doctor who’ll she bring Xander to; because first-hand experience with dealing with her serial workaholic of an older brother has given her the highest empathy for the men and women who’ll have to deal with him next.

Camilla often has to step up when the winter holidays near and Xander catches something from either his students or one of their siblings (more often than not Elise, who tends to be a very effective healthy carrier against her will), and this morning is one of those times. Luckily for her and very painfully so for her brother, his exhaustion is pinning him in place, and it’s easy for her to get the upper hand.

Just his rattling cough would’ve been enough to deduce he isn’t fit for work, but she still takes the time to go through all of the signs. His skin is too hot to the touch, shivers and goosebumps adorning it. His dark rings are deeper than usual. His face is pale yet flushed red in places. His eyes are slightly unfocused and have trouble remaining open for long periods of times.

“It’s more than a cold, my dear brother,” she tells him with cold water flowing through her words.

“That’s what I suspected,” he muffles a cough inside his elbow. “I’ll go to the doctor later. Don’t worry about me, Cami—”

“Don’t be silly,” she interrupts him, fondness melting its way through the ice, “you can barely move, let alone drive a car. I’ll bring you there.”

“But—”

“No buts. You’ll let me take the reigns until you feel up to it again.”

Xander sighs, wheezing, but a smile tugs at his lips.

“Who else would I trust with such a duty?”

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With Hinoka’s compliance in a dastard conspiracy, Xander decides to bring her not to a regular doctor, as she’d have expected, but a workmate of his. According to him, it’s the quickest solution, as unlike Dr Plegia, he isn’t nearly as demanded; and also, with how fast the twisting of her wrist happened, he didn’t want to risk it.

And this is how she’s finding herself in her own living room, sitting on the armchair, her forearm in the hands of someone whom she’s only seen when fetching Xander from the infirmary at his workplace. The doctor himself is quite the charming young man too, chestnut hair and brown eyes, a lab coat perfectly sitting on his slender frame – if she wasn’t committed to Hinoka, she’d have perhaps entertained him even more.

Truth be told, it’s quite the bizarre experience, to be the one examined and not the other way around, yet it’s so far not been as unpleasant as she was afraid it’d turn out being: not only is the doctor a pleasant man to be around, Xander is also with her and watching over her, so she has no concern whatsoever that doesn’t involve the pain in her wrist.

“It’s not as bad as I suspected it to be,” the doctor announces after minutes of silence. “It’s a light sprain, so as long as you keep it in place, it should be fine within a week. I’d still suggest you get it examined at a hospital if the pain gets worse or doesn’t subdue by next week.”

“Thank you very much, Doctor,” she replies, holding her pained wrist in her other hand.

“If I go back to my office, I can get you a brace for your wrist.”

“Don’t bother yourself with that, Jun, we’ll be fine,” Xander interjects. “We’re already beyond grateful you went out of your way for us.”

Noticing the doctor remains unconvinced despite the honest explanation, she adds,

“My brother is right, we already have a brace at home. You’ve done your job.”

“If you say so, then I’ll now take my leave. Have a nice day, Xander, Camilla.”

“Have a nice day as well, Doctor.”

They both watch him leave the house, his suitcase in hand, and silence comes back to their little home.

She exchanges a knowing look with her brother dearest. Xander speaks up first.

“I’ll get you our family brace.”

“Before you do so, can I ask you something very quick?”

“Of course, go ahead.”

“Why him in particular? Was Dr Plegia this busy?”

“It’s so rare you need to see a doctor, I figured you’d want the best option out there; and Jun seemed to me like the best of both worlds.”

“Good call,” Camilla admits with another smile.

“I’ll be right back.”

She watches him exit the living room and go up the stairs.

[randomoranges]

guess who has a stupid sore-throat again? also the idea that they'd have a medicine cabinet full of diff cough syrups was hysterical to me.

teacher au

Cough-Drops

“You’re coughing more than usual,” Edward remarks casually over breakfast. Across from him, Étienne scoffs and tries to hide behind his bagel without much success.

“I am not.” Étienne finally deigns to say when enough time has lapsed around them.

Edward arches a brow that begs to say otherwise and still his partner ignores the remark.

“I sleep next to you and you like to use my body as a pillow; you’re coughing more than usual.” Edward states once more over the rim of his steaming mug of coffee.

Étienne opens his mouth to retort with something that’s bound to be clever and witty, but instead, a dry little cough escapes through and Étienne has the audacity to look affronted, as if betrayed by his own body.

“You just cursed me. Or it’s some Pavlovian reflex.” Étienne tries to defend, but Edward is already up and dragging him to their medicine cabinet.

“Ed, I swear, I’m fine,” Étienne tells him without success. A determined Edward is one whose course of action will not be changed and right now, it seems as though Edward is determined to get Étienne to the washroom where they keep their cough syrup.

“Better be safe than sorry; I don’t want a repeat of last time.” He says as he opens the medicine cabinet and is greeted with at least eight different bottles of eight different types of cough syrup. They are teachers, after all. They need to be prepared for any eventuality of this sort.

“First of all, last time, I biked to the pharmacy myself the morning I had a sore throat, thank you very much, and second of all, I ended up having Covid so no amount of cough syrup was going to cure me.”

Edward ignores him in favour of a bottle of cough syrup he starts reading with rapt attention. “Would you describe your cough as dry? Do you feel phlegm in the back of your throat? Is your nose congested?”

“What, you don’t want to nurse me back to health?” Étienne asks, batting his eyelashes for extra effect and ignoring Edward’s question in turn.

“That’s not the point and somehow, something tells me that your version of nursing you back to health and mine are slightly different.” Edward returns to the bottles of cough syrup and compares one with a green label to the other with the blue label.

“Well, mine involves you in a cute little outfit that I get to remove.”

“Funny how our versions are completely different. In my vision, you’re bedridden and miserable.”

“Funny how last time you were sick, you were the one who was bedridden and made it sound as though you were dying even though you barely had the sniffles.” He doesn’t mention that other, other time when there had been a cute outfit that he’d gotten the privilege of removing, but something tells him that Edward isn’t in the mood to be reminded.

“Maisonneuve, just take the damn syrup or so help me I will pour it down your throat myself.” Edward finally snaps.

“Ohh, sounds kinky.” Étienne teases because it’s so very easy to rile Edward up when he’s like this. But, he also knows that Edward is this close to throttling him in a non-sexy way and so, to buy the peace, he reaches for one bottle at random before uncapping it and takes a long pull directly from it. He grimaces, caps the bottle and then puts it back on the shelf from where it had come from, while Edward simply stares at him, appalled.

“Happy now?”

“I forgot you had no manners.” Edward mumbles in disbelief as an answer, before he closes the medicine cabinet and they return to their neglected breakfast.

Of course, it goes without saying that the following morning, it is Edward that wakes up with the worst of sore throats and the start of a cough, while Étienne feels relatively fine. Of course, it goes without further saying that Edward blames Étienne, while Étienne gleefully selects a bottle of cough-syrup from the medicine cabinet.

FIN