#i'm tired. i'd switch places if i could. it'd be better that way.

[queenofthieves]

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[evo-lou-tion]

My Covid Experience to Date

Day 0

I had a panic attack. I didn't want to work, and I felt some, light covid symptoms such as itchy throat. So I made an excuse and said I'd see a doctor. I asked for some flu med, cough med and was given 3 days MC, which I'm really thankful for. So, the medicine was drowsy, and interestingly, in the afternoon, I felt like I had fever, which I thought it would be normal. Maybe, my anxiety and panic attack manifested in the form of, a fever. So it was 38 degrees in the afternoon. I took an ART test and was tested negative. Didn't think much about it. I was more relieved that I did not have to go to work.

Day 1

Didn't think much about it the following day as well. The fever seem to have subsided, and I might have felt groggy due to popping of paracetamol pills. So I thought the feeling was, normal. Normal to feel tired after recovering from fever. In the afternoon, I had a call with KB and a short coaching session. He thought me a breathing exercise and asked me what do I do to relax. I said, going to the parks, besides watching sitcoms. Then he encouraged me to do just that. I thought it'd be a good idea, since it just stopped raining. The weather would be cooling. I still have remnants of the symptoms, so I thought better to take an ART test and be socially responsible. Then, lo and behold, two lines, appeared. My time has come to join the covid party. I stared at the two lines in disbelief. I ran to the dining room, and told my mum, I'm positive, then ran back to my bedroom and called Sian Boon. I tell you.... It felt surreal and nerve wrecking. Like, first things first, inform my parents the system that we need to setup. Dustbin, place to put items, dirty clothes area, etc., tell the fellas not to use my toilet, etc. Such a mood. I tell you. Logistics, logistics, logistics. Even to go to the bathroom, there's a SOP.

Inform parents that I'd be going out of the room in xxx minutes.

Put on mask.

Take the necessary items with me including sanitiser gun.

Put on slippers.

Close my bed room door.

Remember the surfaces I contacted at the bathroom area.

Sanitise after use.

Close the door.

Remove slippers. Do a quick sanitiser spray on the slippers.

Sanitise door knobs.

Jeesus 10 steps just to use the bathroom!

And then, dinner. Mum prepared a bigggg bowl of soup with ingredients. There's no way I can eat on the floor. So, I gingerly went to the study room to eat. I wasn't all that comfortable because I didn't want to like contact as much areas as possible. And the bowl of soup was piping hot... Was sweating all over. Then, this started a series of reminders of telling my mum what to do with the washing... Everything. Use disposables.... Which she started using. So many things to think through. It's not an illness that I can switch off and let people take care of me. There is a chance that this virus could be spread to my parents as well.

After dinner, I started battling with a splitting headache. How I describe this headache is The Punisher is doing his work on me in Covid form. No respite. Popped 2 paracetamol again. Watched the show Thirty-Nine, felt that I should sleep but worried for what's to come tomorrow, and told myself to go to sleep. Which I did, eventually but I was uncomfy as the fan wasn't strong enough and, I'm an AC person haha...

Day 2

When I saw the tray of bread, crackers, barley and vegetable omelette (ok I totally regret not taking photos), I was like woahhhhh that's a lot of food, the omelette looks huge. I texted my mum and she replied, it's not a lot. But to a person who is ill.. That's a lot........ It fetl like a chore to eat. Feel lethargic, and it's tiring to chomp down food, mouthful after mouthful. I left the barley and bread untouched.

Literally felt I was groggy, so I basically just watched shows, fell asleep. Felt I had a niggling headache and slight fever, I alternated between watching shows and napping. The cycle continues.

For lunch, I had, hearty porridge, carrots, veggie, minced meat. Again, the portion was........... Humungous for a sick person. Dinner time, I told my mum, smaller portion pls. But, she gave me a bento size ampang tofu and a generouse side of pears. I kept reminding her, smaller portion kk. I guess Asian mums are like that. Thinking that we need to build up our system back with lots of nutritious food. It's not wrong, just that the portion is wayyyy too much for a sick person. The portion was probably to compensate for other areas of care, such as emotional validation, etc.

I gotta give the emotional validation to myself I guess. I mean, the people around me, aren't really capable of that, so it seems. Their way of being there is, acts of service, as this is very evident from my mum. I feel, very crappy and uncomfortable. I feel like, the bed I'm lying on is grimy, and full of germs. The floor I walk on, seems to be icky, somewhat. I'm not sure if i'm imagining things or, it really is icky. I feel like, I'm in Covid-dom. It's not all the staycation people imagine. Because, there's only so much you can do to maintain cleanliness. There's a lot of logistics involved in just retrieving an item from the outside and ensuring it's properly sanitised at the end.

Day 3

As usual, I texted my parents to say I'd be outside and please wear a mask. My dad went into the kitchen, and my mum said why aren't you wearing a mask? Thought she told you to wear it? He replied, I'm only going to put the clothes in the kitchen ma, and going to eat. So I wrote a text to both parents, but addressing him in particular, reminding him that people who have underlying medical conditions, might be sent to medical facility to recover. I guess, I'll just do what I can. I know I did my best. If they get Covid, then it can'tbe helped. It's just that I feel sorry for my mum for having a husband who is the person he is, and she'd likely have to clean the room for him should he ever get Covid. Or, I'll just volunteer just because to help her. I don't like being the sacrificial one at times. But, yep I love my mum. She did a lot to make my Covid experience, way better, and even bought cleaning stuff that she does not approve of. She tries to think through things, gave me a chair to put my food on so I don't need to break my back just to have meals.

Oh yes, of course, speaking of meals, she gave me a big bowl of green bean soup today and told me to finish it. Said it's very good for me. Okay lor. Despite me saying, smaller portion please. Oh well.... Not an issue. But hey for lunch, she did better though, the kway teow soup was more kid-size. Finally....... My dinner was from some dim sum place. I chose HK jia jiang mian, but, who would have thought it was spicy. Heh. Oh well. Oh I also requested for almond beancurd, and found that to be kinda nice. That's when I found out I haven't lost my sense of taste after all. Phew!

I think I'm getting tired. I wanted to plan out the post Covid cleaning procedure, since, it's best that I do the cleaning myself. I can do that tomorrow. Let your body rest Louisaaaa. You're doing great.

[boxofbadaddiction]

The Trouble With Parenthood

Fred Weasley x Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW. Swearing. Small moment of Daddy Kink. Sexual References and Depictions of Sex.

Requested

Fred and Y/n's relationship had always involved a very healthy sex life. Like...very healthy, okay they couldn't keep their hands off each other. It'd been like that when they'd begun dating and continued through their marriage - if anything it'd gotten worse once they'd put that ring on one another's finger.

So as you could imagine, an abrupt stopper in their regular love making had left the couple feeling rather...frustrated.

This 'stopper's name was Cassidy. 'Cassi' for short.

As it is for every parent, the day she were born had been the happiest day of Fred and Y/ns life. She was the perfect daughter from the moment she'd been born. Happy, healthy and not at all fussy. However, recently she had become quite clingy.

Not that it had bothered her parents. Honestly, they'd found it endearing how much she wanted to spend time with them...in the beginning anyway. But it is safe to say that the couple were in desperate need of some "Mummy and Daddy Time." Because, as Fred so delicately put it; his 'balls have never been so blue'. A comment which would have been much more amusing to y/n if she were not so pent up herself.

Though this sexless patch of their relationship was not due to their lack of trying mind you.

They'd seemingly tried everything, for a moment to themselves. But these days with the small issue of 'monsters in the closet', Cassi had settled herself in bed between her parents to sleep most nights, so that ruled out sex before bed. Of course there was always fleeting moments in the bathroom...until Cassi learned how to reach the door handles. Now no room was safe from intrusions.

Feeling rather adventurous y/n had even set up a long lunch at work one day with the intent on surprising Fred at the shop. It was nearly a success...until an unsuspecting George wandered into the otherwise occupied back Office. He was mortified to say the least.

They'd tried setting up a 'date night' arrangement; but after Fred mistakenly let slip his current predicament to George, and their little incident at work, they were shit out of luck for a babysitter as his brother found the whole situation were just 'too fucking funny'.

Which brings us to tonight.

Y/n trudged into her and Freds bedroom after a very long day at work and an extra long goodnight to their daughter down the hall - which involved more than the usual amount of bedtime stories being shared.

Stepping through the door she were met with the very tired body of Fred sprawled across their bed. She couldn't help but chuckle at the sight; he were laid with one arm slung across his eyes, as the other rested on his stomach and one knee were raised - swaying lazily in place.

Closing the door behind her y/n rest her weight back against the hardwood letting out a heavy breath.

"Is she down?" Fred asked at the sound of her entering the room. "Mmm, finally." She replied, pushing her body from the door she began to ready herself for bed, mentally crossing her fingers, hopeful for some decent rest tonight.

She kicked off her shoes and let her hair loose from it's tie before stripping to just her knickers and finding one of Freds old shirts, she had taken to sleeping in, and throwing it on.

"Leave the shirt off" Freds voice came as a tired groan from his place on the bed. His words caused y/n to turn her head, seeing his arm now rested slightly higher on his forehead as he watched her. He was grinning, tongue pressing against his cheek, clearly enjoying the view.

Y/n licked her lips, pulling her bottom lip through her teeth as his stare burned hot on her skin. She raised a teasing brow as she slowly began to glide a hand up her side and over the soft fabric of the t-shirt she'd thrown on. Fingers delicately caressed the space between her breasts until a single finger came to lazily play with the shirts collar. Tugging just enough to expose the tops of her cleavage. Running her finger slowly back and forth across the collars seam she approached the bedside.

The arm Fred had slung across his face moved, fingers furrowing through his fiery locks, to prop his head further on the pillow for a better view of the stunning woman before him. He smirked, inhaling deeply, in amusement; thoroughly enjoying her little show for him.

"Don't go teasing me, love. Its been a long few weeks." His tone was firm but playful, the same one that never failed to turn y/ns knees weak and have her thighs rubbing together. Tonight was no different. If anything it were worse from their lack of intimacy as of late.

Smiling sweetly in place beside the mattress she ran both hands up from her knees, along her exposed thighs to lift the shirts sides. Fred shifted in place, supporting himself onto his elbow his eyes hungrily traced her fingers movements as they hooked below the waistband of her underwear and pulled them off.

Tauntingly she dangled the lace garment from her forefinger before throwing it at his chest playfully.

Unable to restrain himself a moment longer he simultaneously discarded her panties to the opposite side of the room and with his other hand grasped her hip, roughly pulling her onto the bed below him. He kissed her passionately as a hand raked up the inside of her thigh, ghosting over the skin to rest on her waist.

Y/n smiled into the kiss; both hands tangling in his hair as she shifted beneath him so he were resting comfortably between her legs. As the tension began to build y/n aided Fred in shedding layers of his clothing; left in his singlet and briefs. His erection felt pressing against her core through the thin material. Y/ns hand came down to eagerly palm at his bulge when-

"DAAADDYYYY!" Cassi's voice called beggingly from her room.

Fred groaned in frustration, head falling to the crook of his wife's neck as he mumbled something inaudibly, though it sounded undoubtedly along the lines of 'For Merlin's sake, not now'.

"Go to bed, Baby!" He yelled over his shoulder, "Daddy's busy." He spoke the last words to y/n in a lustful tone. Admiring her flustered appearance, he moved to kiss her again as-

"DAAADDYYY!!"

"Godrick, what'd I do to deserve this?" He grumbled causing y/n to giggle. "Go to her." She nudged, "I'll still be here when you get back." Fred sat back onto his knees, pointing a stern finger as he spoke "Don't fall asleep." "I won't." Y/n replied as he got off the bed and made his way to the door.

"Can't guarantee I won't start without you though."

Fred turned back, watching from just outside the door as a wicked grin settled across her features. "Don't you dare." He warned taking a step back toward the room.

Y/n raised her brow; challenging his dominance. One hand delicately played with her exposed collar bone as her other crept down her body, disappearing between her thighs.

Her back arched as she ran fingers through her slick folds, a soft moan filling the room. Fred made another move back towards the bedroom, hand clutching the door frame as he-

"DADDY!!!" Another call from their daughter. He peered back down the hall, eyeing her bedroom door which were slightly ajar. "Daddy?" Y/n spoke in a low sultry tone, deliberately trying to rile him up.

Fred frustratidly ran a hand over his eyes, facing quite the personal dilemma. Groaning loudly he shook his head, seemingly shaking the sense and strength into himself as he marched down the hallway in a huff. Y/n was unable to restrain the laughter that erupted from her chest at his reaction.

While Fred tended to their daughter y/n took the moment to get comfortable. Lighting a candle and fluffing the pillows below her head to find the best position for when her husband returns in any second...

Any minute now. He's probably just reading her a quick story to get her settled.

Maybe she should just start without him?

That was the last thought to cross her mind before she found herself waking from a sleep she hadn't meant to fall into. Fred had laid down beside her. "Oh, so you are coming back to bed?" Y/n asked sarcastically, voice groggy. "Mmm. Told you not to fall asleep." He quipped, tucking himself in next to her side. One arm snuck beneath her shoulder blades, pulling her into him, as the other wrapped around her waist. "I wouldn't have, had you'd been back sooner." Y/n nestled in against his chest as she felt him place a kiss to her head.

"Had to read her a story. Then one turned to two; two to three and soon enough I realised I'd been conned by a 4 year old. She's a brat...just like her Mother." The couple chuckled before falling quickly off to sleep.

Y/n was the first to wake the next morning. Smiling giddily at the disheveled appearance of her partner as well as the similar position of her daughter down the hall, she decided to ready breakfast as the two slept.

She were half way through her pancake batter when Fred's strong arms wrapped her in a tight embrace. His hands lightly squeezed at her sides as he kissed the exposed skin of her neck.

"Morning" he mumbled against her skin. "Smells good."

"I woke up with such a craving so just thought I'd start cooking, while you two obviously decided you'd sleep all day." She chuckled to which Fred hummed in response. "I wasn't talking about the food."

Reaching one arm past hers Fred switched off the stove and move the pan from its burner. "Hey! What are yo-"

Y/n didn't have a chance to finish her sentence as she was quickly spun to face her lover. Pushed flush into the cold counter as his lips connected with hers. She moaned contently into the kiss as she felt his hands run below her ass and she was then hoisted onto the counter top beside the stove.

"I'm not hungry for that." His expression was stern and his voice low. Roughly pulling her legs apart his hands hooked the underside of her knees, pulling to bring her to the edge of the bench.

Her lips were brought back to his as a hand grasped the nape of her neck and he stepped between her legs which wrapped eagerly around his waist.

Their movements were passionate and quickly becoming more heated; soon finding themselves fucking roughly on the kitchen bench their only thoughts set on each other.

With every hard thrust from Fred y/ns head and shoulders were being pushed against the cabinetry, whilst Fred buried his head in her neck biting softly on the bare skin to keep himself relatively quiet.

"God, Fred I'm close." Y/n moaned.

A groan came deep from within Fred's throat in response which sent chills through his lovers body. He pulled back and brought a hand to grasp her chin kissing her. His thrusts slowed as he relished in the feeling of her tongue against his as-

"Mummy?" a tired voice spoke from the other side of the room. "Fuck!" Fred breathed through gritted teeth as he pulled out and covered himself. Y/n jumped down from the bench flattening the shirts ends to cover herself as well. "Yeah, Sweetie?" She asked hurriedly trying to sound as normal as possible. "What are you doing?" "Nothing baby, Daddy and I are just cooking breakfast." She eyed Fred somewhat panicked as he leant over the island bench of their flat, in attempt to hide a certain problem- "ah, That's right." He nodded a hand coming over his mouth to restrain the shocked laughter threatening to spill out.

"Why were you on the bench? You told me we weren't allowed to sit on the bench."

"That's right, I'm sorry baby I shouldn't have been up there. Won't happen again."

Fred's head snapped over his shoulder to peer at y/n with furrowed brows, "it won't?" He questioned. He'd been quite enjoying their little indiscretion until the unexpected appearance of their daughter, he would gladly throw her atop the counter again in a heartbeat.

Y/ns eyes widen, lips forming a thin line in a statement which helped realisation dawn on her partner. "Oh, yep. Won't happen again." He smiled innocently to Cassi. "Princess, why don't you go grab the mail from the front then we can start breakfast." He winked as she excitedly skipped to the front door.

He looked back to his wife who was rubbing forcibly at her eyes. Chuckling as he placed both hands to her hips, a guesture which brought her attention back to him. "God, she's going to be traumatised when she's older if she ever realises." "Pay back for being a cock block." Fred laughed as Y/n slapped him with the spatula she'd been using earlier.

"Sad thing is; that's the closest we've gotten in weeks to...ya know." "Not close enough." Fred grumbled placing a quick kiss to her lips. "Let's eat. I'm starving."

Y/n let out a sharp breath, watching as she noticed Cassi bound into the room and sit up patiently at the table, mail placed neatly in front of her as she traced the lettering on the envelopes.

"I'm not hungry for that." Y/n whispered into Fred's ear, looking back up to him with big eyes before an evil smile came across her face and she reached out to palm him gently.

Fred's head fell back and he inhaled sharply, clenching his jaw before letting out a heavy breath. Until his own sly grin crept across his lips and he was smiling back down to his wife.

"Hey, Princess." He called over his shoulder, not breaking eye contact with Y/n "What do you say about a sleep over at Grandma and Grandpa's tonight?"