#i've been awake for 26 hours

[crimson--lux]

doodle. not particularly fond of this one but my academic overlords gave me 30 seconds of free time for the weekend and the urge to draw was strong

[theradicalace]

they're not kidding when they say "don't trust your brain after 10pm" i just got really sad and depressy out of nowhere and i looked at the clock. fucking 10:04.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

😴😴😴 (to find later) AITA for putting sleeping pills in my boyfriend's drinks without him knowing?

I know this sounds absolutely awful, but please bear with me.

Basically, me (27 m) and my boyfriend (26 m) have been living together for around five years, meaning we usually also sleep together. Or at least we try, since my BF suffers from terrible insomnia and reoccurring nightmares so bad sometimes he wakes up into a full on anxiety attack. He does go to therapy and has prescribed sleeping pills, but he hates taking them because he's always afraid that when he does fall asleep he's just going to have nightmares, (which also just makes him avoid sleeping in general even not including his insomnia).

Usually I try to help him by staying up with him, watching his favorite show while cozied up on the couch under a bunch of blankets and with a hot coco, or we do something else that he likes and helps him relax. I really don't mind, I love him and I love spending time with him. However, it used to be that he would fall asleep at around 3-4 AM, but as time went on he started staying up longer and longer, until at a certain point I literally had to start leaving for work in the morning while he still hadn't gotten any sleep.

This was an issue for two reasons: 1. Obviously, without me there he felt even less comfortable and had an even harder time falling asleep, sometimes staying up for even 48 hours (or maybe more, I'm not sure) just to wait for me to come back home so I could help him unwind again. 2. He actually started lying to me about sleeping while I wasn't home, so that I would go to sleep normally and let him stay awake because "he wasn't tired" even though I could clearly tell he was.

That's when I started getting seriously concerned and questioning him about how much he actually sleeps, especially since I could see it was affecting him more and more both mentally and physically. He was avoidant about the topic but I pleaded with him to talk to his therapist about it, to try and find anything else to help him. Apparently his therapist just told him to keep using his sleeping pills to help with the insomnia, and if they're not working she'll look into prescribing him stronger ones. Yet despite that he still insists on not taking them and just going to bed normally even though it's clearly not working.

To clarify: as far as I'm aware, he has no negative side-effects from these sleeping pills, he's never complained about feeling any pain or feeling worse after taking them or anything like that. Literally he only doesn't want to take them because he's just that afraid of going to sleep.

That's why whenever we stay up nowadays, I always add a small dose to his cup of coco, which thankfully has a strong enough taste to cover the pills (I've tried a small bit myself and couldn't tell a difference). Since I started doing that, he's been regularly falling asleep before 2AM and even though the nightmares still sometimes wake him up or make him feel a bit tired in the morning, overall he's been doing much better.

Still, I do feel bad about putting stuff in his drinks without his knowledge even if it's for his own good. I really wonder if I should stop, but I'm really scared that if I do, he'll start spiralling again. I want to help him and be there for him but I've already tried talking about it and it never worked. So, AITA?

What are these acronyms?

[arkhammaid]

— ˚₊‧⁺˖THE LIGHTNING ON TRACK | THE GRID'S REACTION

fandom. formula one & mcu

about. the grid reacts to the news!

content warnings. some drivers are acting like assholes, some cursewords, 23!grid

notes. have another reaction chapter hehe

daniel ricciardo Guys

Guys wake up

IT'S IMPORTANT

lando norris ???

daniel it's 5am, why are you spamming rn

carlos sainz It's summer break, why can't you all shut up for once

daniel ricciardo Did no one see the news? Stark is coming to F1

carlos sainz To a race?

daniel ricciardo No you shithead, he's making a team

charles leclerc !!!!

lando norris at this point you'll never win monaco (because once stark joins, there no longer will BE monaco) charles leclerc Fuck you, nowins

daniel ricciardo This is serious... Tony fucking Stark wants to create an F1 team for the next season. @/max verstappen your winning streak will be over

charles leclerc Next season??? I thought for 26?

lewis hamilton Of course he would do that

charles leclerc Lewis, explain?? daniel ricciardo Yeah Lewis, please explain?

lewis hamilton Did any of you ever meet Tony? He will probably see the next season as test for the 2026 season. To train his mechanics and engineers and go all out. I bet many are saying it's a waste of money

carlos sainz It is a waste of money.

daniel ricciardo Yeah, they do. Reactions vary but 'experts' are saying that Tony is just wasting his time and should properly prepare for 26

lewis hamilton Knowing him, he already has a fully built car for 2026 and it's a beast.

fernando alonso Only the best for his daughter!

charles leclerc What. lando norris wdym his daughter??

george russell Why are you all awake at this bloody hour?

kevin magnussen Read the room. Everyone is in schock.

sergio perez Stupid. She will fail like every woman in motorsport with a rich father. Too dramatic.

lando norris i'm still confused???

oscar piastri Tony Stark has three children. Harley Keener-Stark, Y/n L/n-Stark, Peter Parker-Stark. Y/n is his only biological child and currently racing in Formula 3. She won Formula 4 last year.

charles leclerc I thought he only had sons?? When did Y/n appear? oscar piastri She 'appeared' the first time in January this year as Tony's daughter, no one knew before. lando norris how did you know? oscar piastri Google exists.

carlos sainz So daddy's money... great.

max verstappen I swear to god I will leave this chat the next time you all decide to fucking gossip at 6am like old women

daniel ricciardo It's important news!

max verstappen No it's not. Stark will be in F1 for a few years maximum and then leave again. It will pass

daniel ricciardo @/lewis hamilton you here? Don't you have anything else to add??

Fine, I'll guess I just ask the rest of the grid, you fucking bore.

daniel ricciardo @/everyone wakey wakey, it's time to wake up and talk!

mick schumacher Daniel? What's up?

george russell Ignore him. He has been annoying us because Tony Stark is coming to F1 and no one really cares. charles leclerc Lies and slander! I care!! lando norris yeah! me as well, idk what you're yapping abt

carlos sainz It's bullshit.

arthur leclerc Why do I have a bad feeling about Monaco...

ollie bearman THAT'S WHAT I'VE BEEN THINKING bianca bustamante It will be something for sure

lance stroll Well, I'm just happy to see another friendly face at the paddock :)

carlos sainz Of course you know Stark.

lance stroll You're just jealous esteban ocon As am I??? I'm your best friend AND MY BEST FRIEND HAS THE POTENTIAL OF KNOWING SPIDER-MAN???? AND YOU DIDN'T TELL ME???????

daniel ricciardo I want everyone who knows anything related to Stark to immediately share with us because Lewis is ignoring me and I need to know. The only info we have right now, is that Stark will make a F1 team and that's it. I refuse to believe that's it. So, @/mick schumacher @/lance stroll spill the beans.

mick schumacher He didn't say anything last time I saw him, so I can't help you much.

lance stroll I know nothing, ask my dad.

daniel ricciardo I don't believe you.

pato o'ward If they say they don't know anything, then they don't? I don't know what's the problem, just wait for the next press release

max verstappen Do you even know Daniel. He's unable to wait for gossip. And he classifies this as gossip

daniel ricciardo Gee, thanks, feeling the love here

nico hülkenberg I wake up to 100+ notifications, why are you all like this?

kevin magnussen They're all idiots.

kevin magnussen @/tony stark could you please speed up with the press release? Daniel is setting all grid chats on fire and it's not funny anymore.

y/n stark ha, weak ass bitch kevin magnussen Watch your mouth missy

tony stark Should I tag Seb in a Tweet to announce it?

peter stark do it y/n stark do it harley stark do it

pepper potts-stark Don't do it. We will proceed with the plan. No matter how annoying the people in your private life are.

kevin magnussen Yes, ma'am, sorry for asking.

sebastian vettel I deserve more than a Tweet at 10am.

y/n stark speak your truth king peter stark sorry for suggesting otherwise (@/yn stark stop being such an attention seeker, we all know seb loves charles the most) y/n stark but charles is not here rn is he?

daniel ricciardo @/kevin magnussen EXPLAIN YOURSELF?!

carlos sainz What is going on now...

charles leclerc KMAG FOR STARK???? I didn't put this on my bingo card, now I lost 100 bucks. Fuck you Kevin

arthur leclerc Pay up bitch

oscar piastri Well done, man

nico hülkenberg And so he leaves he burning, ever sinking ship... the true hero- sorry, I meant coward

daniel ricciardo @/kevin magnussen I KNOW YOU'RE ONLINE YOU COWARD, COME HERE

I just want to talk to you

kevin magnussen No.

*kevin magnussen has left the chat*

fernando alonso There is your answer

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[leebitkitty]

welcome back !! I've missed you sm 🤞

I'd like to ask for dom!jeongin x sub!gn!afab!reader with the prompts:

4: "you're not.. wearing anything under that.. are you?"

8: "you're sitting on my lap, we're friends and I'm hard, I'm sorry."

19: "I'm done being just roommates."

26: "it's late, shouldn't you be asleep?"

46: "fuck, I really need you right now."

48: "if you wanted me so bad you should've said it."

64: "you're driving me crazy right now, you jerk."

65: "I love you."

context: my idea was, jeongin living with his friends; he was crushing on reader and one night, he happens to be awake in the living room when reader goes for a glass of water, they see him; starts prompt 26 and for the rest I trust you <3

Hope its not too much, you can delete some prompts and adapt it as you want to !!

thank you so much for your time <3

– 🍥🍡 or 🍡🍥 Anon (can't remember, it's been a while 😭)

"i knew this would happen one day. us. together."

pairings: dom!jeongin x sub!gn!afab!reader

genre: tiniest bit of angst, smut

note: (its 🍥🍡!!) hi anon!! it has been a while lol i have missed you! i am going to remove prompt 19 since i have done that already😭 also this is like hella short.. and extremely rushed🥰🥰 anyways, please enjoy!

prompts:

4: "you're not.. wearing anything under that.. are you?"

8: "you're sitting on my lap, we're friends, and i'm hard. i'm sorry."

26: "it's late, shouldn't you be asleep?"

46: "fuck, i really need you right now."

48: "if you wanted me so bad you should've said it."

64: "you're driving me crazy right now, you jerk."

65: "i love you."

warnings: explicit sexual content, roomate!jeongin, exhibitionism(?) jeongin has friends over, unprotected sex (be careful), penetrative sex (p in v), cumming inside, unestablished relationship

minors do not interact

"hey y/n, could i invite my friends here for a sleepover?" jeongin calls from the living room, eyes still glued to the tv ever since the morning. "sleepover? yeah, sure, i mean it's your house too," you say from the kitchen, jeongins happy face immediately turning towards you, giving you a big grin as you feel your heart swell at how cute he looked in that moment. "thanks! we won't be too loud, and they'll probably just be in my room anyways," he continues, eyes focusing back to whatever show he was playing.

and that is how you ended up with 8 men in your house. not in his room like he said, but in your living room. hogging the tv at 9pm. to be honest, you were a bit upset at just how many people he had invited. you expected a few friends.. but definitely not 7 people. you sprint to jeongin, who was currently making snacks for everyone in the kitchen. "you didn't tell me you were inviting this many people!!" you whisper-scream. "and they're not even in your room!" you continue, so angry that steam could probably be seen coming out of your ears.

"reeeelaaaax y/n, c'mon. it's not even that many people! they're just having fun," jeongin slurred, obviously drunk out of his mind. you rolled your eyes and angrily stomped back to your room, slamming the door. why were you so angry? you honestly had no idea, and you felt mad at yourself for yelling (kinda) at jeongin when he was just having fun. you turned on the tv in your room to chase your thoughts away, falling asleep a couple hours later.

you wake up from a nightmare, drenched in sweat, your oversized shirt with nothing underneath clung to your body. you rub your eyes and look at the digital clock on your bedside table, reading 12:43pm. you fan yourself off for a bit before getting up off the bed and heading to the kitchen for a glass of water. you walk towards the kitchen, opening the refrigerator for some ice for your water. "hey, y/n," jeongin calls out from his spot on the couch. "holy sh-," you nearly yelp out. "you scared me to death, jeongin. it's late, shouldn't you be asleep?" you continue, pouring your water.

"didn't feel like sleeping. my head hurts from the alcohol," he says, scooting over the couch to give you room to sit down. you sit on the couch, turning on the tv as you think. this could possibly be the perfect chance to tell jeongin you like him, you think to yourself. you look at jeongin once more as you scoot closer to him, eventually straddling his lap. to his suprise, he looked up to you, eyes widened, resting his phone on his pants to give you his undivided attention.

"i really need to tell you something," you start, staring into his eyes. "i.. i like you. always have. ever since i met you, i really could not stop myself from constantly thinking about you. i know its a bad time to say that but-" jeongin is quick to suprise you by setting his finger on your lips, smirking but still with a fond look in his eye. "shh.. i know." he purrs. "w-wait. jeongin?" you question, feeling something poking you from his lap. you look down, suprised to see him hard. "you're sitting on my lap, we're friends and im hard. i'm sorry. but am i? i couldn't help it.. with you moving around so much and telling me how much you love me," he giggles menacingly.

jeongin looks down to find you slightly grinding yourself on his boner, seeing you close your eyes and breathe shakily. his eyes almost pop out of his sockets when he sees your glistening cunt peeking out of your shirt. "wait." he stops you, "you're not.. wearing anything under that.. are you?" jeongin faintly murmurs. "mmm, i had a feeling we'd start doing.. this." you whisper. "you little whore. if you wanted me so bad you should've said it," he annouces. "can i.. touch you there?" he asks, reaching out to your clit. "yes, please, i really really need you," you whisper, bringing jeongins hand under your shirt to lightly trace your arousal.

"do you like it when i touch you there, baby?" jeongin rasps, kissing your clavicle. "fuck, i really need you right now." you grind harder, whimpering in his presence. "shh.. not too loud. we don't want my friends to wake up and see you helplessy grinding on my lap like a little whore, do we?" he interjects, ironically touching you faster. "f-fuck, no.." you lightly groan, muffling your mouth into jeongins neck. "i'm.. i'm close, jeongin," you quietly whine, grinding faster. jeongin rips his hand away from your cunt, putting his wet fingers into his mouth, rolling his eyes back. you look up and groan from the sight, trying to withdraw from jeongins tight hold on your waist to chase your already ruined high.

"mmm.. you taste so sweet, don't you? i've always wondered how you'd taste," he muffles, fingers still in his mouth. "you're driving me crazy right now, you jerk," you mutter angrily, still trying to squirm away from jeongins grip. "ah ah ah.." jeongin smirks, "you're not going to get any pleasure by acting like a little brat," he firmly hisses, implying the last 3 words with a flick to your clit making you shiver. "would you rather i have you cum on my fingers or my dick? the choice is yours, baby." he says lowly, fondling with your tits under your shirt. "o-on your dick," you hush. "right answer," he pecks your lips, untying his sweatpants.

jeongin aligns with your cunt, both of you leaking like crazy. "can you be a good pup and ride me?" he asks gently, fingers tracing your lips. you nod, finally sinking jeongins cock in your hole. jeongin closes his eyes and lets the currently overwhelming pleasure take over him. "remember, we have to be quiet," he hushes, fingers playing with your shirt. you start moving, connecting your lips to jeongins neck leaving warm hickeys behind. you move faster, quiet whines leaving your throat. jeongin moves his hand to your mouth, silencing you from any loud noises. "fuck, you're doing so well," he strangles, lips pulled into a tight line, holding back his own moans. staying quiet was hard for him too, you thought.

"j-jeongin, i'm close," you say breathlessy, movements becoming sloppy and off-time. "relax, baby, i got you," jeongin sits up, thrusting up once, eventually pulling back out and thrusting into you again, setting his own pace. he keeps rutting into you, eventually touching your clit to get you to your high faster. you cum with a scrunched face, body shaking from the stimulation. jeongin feels you clenching onto him from overstimulation, cumming not much later.

you collapse on jeongin, both of your chests heaving, warm breaths fanning eachother. jeongin lifts his hand to pet your hair, calming you down.

"you make me so happy, y/n. i love you so much."

© leebitkitty, 2023

[modern-day-bard]

Worth The Feeling

A/n: Hi! This is my first time writing fanfiction and I will admit that the first few chapters are a little rocky, but hang in there and I promise it’s a fun little read. I tried to structure this story as a cutesy, lighthearted romance novel, and I think I found that pace later on. With some of the chapters containing adult content, I would ask that minors do not read or interact with my posts. There is explicit smut and fluff, and some intimidation in a couple of chapters. Other than that and the age gap (MC is 26, Javi is in his 40s), there are no other major trigger warnings. I also purposefully did not give the main character any physical descriptors, other than her being shorter than Javi, because I wanted whoever is reading it to be able to picture themselves. I found it too difficult to write the story from the perspective of “y/n.” I tried to choose a name that was hopefully racially ambiguous enough so anyone could connect with the character. Finally, if you do choose to read my story, thank you and happy reading! Summary: Ava Cohen is a 26-year-old production assistant working tirelessly to achieve her dream of one day becoming a film director. As hiatus from her last project comes to a close, she returns to set with Norwick Productions, whom she has worked with for the past four years. After a major fo paux on the first day of work, Ava is worried she has offended the star of this next production: Javi Gutierrez. She will soon come to realize, this couldn’t be further from the truth. When the cast and crew travel to Italy to film on location, the seriousness of what Ava is feeling becomes all too real, just as a new career opportunity lands in her lap. As tensions run high, watchful eyes set in, and her career is put at stake, can all of this be worth it in the end?

Content Warning: 18+

Chapter 1

I wonder if it's possible to drive with your eyes partially sealed shut. It should be illegal to be awake this early. 4:30am call time on the first day? I've been on more productions than I can count, though I fear this one will finally be the one to take me down. At least this morning we're on the sound stage as opposed to on sight in Italy. Maybe most 26-year-olds would be jumping at the opportunity to fly abroad with all expenses paid. But to me, the thought of being stuck on a steel tin in the sky for any amount of time is enough to make me consider throwing in the towel on this job all together. But I'm not going to think about that right now. I take a deep breath as I pull onto the lot. The first day on set is always the most chaotic. The amount of people who seem to forget how to do their jobs during hiatus grows every time we return. I can't judge of course, because I may soon be one of them. I've been with Norwick Productions since I was 22, and I'm already feeling burnt out after only four years. Granted, the burn out could be due to completing grad school homework until one in the morning, and arriving here before the sun came up. Regardless, my first stop is craft services for coffee. After I'm caffeinated and signed in, my duties pile high. As a Production Assistant, I'm given any and all tasks other employees didn't have time to complete. Sometimes the lack of time to complete the task was due to a lack of desire to complete it, which could lead to some pretty unfortunate chores for me. Picking up dry cleaning, faking tears over the phone to convince the fire department to give us a permit, walking talent's dogs, cleaning up said dog's poop, you name it. I even had to shave our leading lady's armpits. Twice. They take the "other duties as assigned" line on the job application to the extremes.

Talent is arriving in two hours and we still don't have everyone's trailer set up, so that is my first stop. The one thing I pride myself on is that despite being a major movie buff, I had an uncanny ability not to get starstruck. No matter how often their name was trending or how many awards these people have won, I always saw them as part of the crew. Was I a little rattled on my first set? Sure. But when you realize how helpless a lot of these rich actors are, the sparkle sort of wears off.

I typically never got a chance to read the script beforehand. It isn't a requirement of PAs, and in fact, we're not even allowed to see them every time. So until I have the call sheet in hand, I'm not sure who I am setting up these trailers for. And in my dazed need for coffee, I forgot to grab a call sheet (a huge no-no for PAs, but I'll blame it on last night's homework bender). From what I saw inside a few minutes ago, it looks like the first scene has something to do with the CIA. There were giant print-outs of the lettering all over the wall. For now, all I have to go off of is the CIA and the impending doom of travel to Italy in a few weeks. I finish prepping the two lead's trailers with a welcome letter, various snacks, and a copy of today's filming schedule. I check my watch: 6:00am. Still a half hour until they arrive. I tip my head back, taking in as much of my coffee as I can as I head toward the door of the trailer.

I swing the door open, and crash right into something hard. The movement sends my coffee splashing down the front of my shirt and dripping onto my shoes. "Shit." I hiss, looking down at my soaked t-shirt. "Oh my god, I'm so sorry." A sincere male voice causes my head to snap back up. In my sleep-deprivarty, I didn't connect the fact that I had crashed into a person and not a wall. The man in front of me is taking off a pair of sunglasses, a mortified expression on his face. A face that I don't recognize. He's certainly attractive, and possibly in his forties? His dark brows are pulling together in concern, his brown eyes deep with sympathy. A rush of embarrassment creeps up my cheeks as I realize that I had walked directly into his chest when I was trying to leave the trailer. I take a step back so I don't have to crane my head to look up at him. "I'm sorry, I wasn't looking." I say quietly, warmth still coating my cheeks. "You're sorry? Don't be. I wasn't looking either." He steps inside, ducking his tall frame under the door to enter. "And your poor shirt..." He gestures to my now semi-sheer t-shirt. I put my coffee down on the small table and cross my arms over my chest. "You don't have to worry about this trailer," I say, changing the subject. "I already prepped it." "Oh, uh, thank you." He looks confused now, and he starts shrugging off a backpack I didn't realize he was carrying. He tosses the bag on one of the chairs at the table. I notice he doesn't have a walkie either. He must be new, and sure to get a talking to by Lloyd if he's dumping his stuff in a talent trailer and strolling around without a walkie. "When were you hired?" I keep my tone casual, conversational. I find that I can deal with embarrassment better if I keep the other person talking. "About five months ago, I think." He starts to run his hand across the table between us, watching his own movements carefully. I get the sense that he's trying not to look at me. "Well, welcome aboard. I should warn you that the director is pretty strict about PAs walking around without walkies. Trust me, I got my ass handed to me during my first week. Super embarrassing." I roll my eyes for emphasis. He looks up at me then, his smile warm, and his tone carries a humor that I don't quite understand when he says, "Thank you. I'll keep it in mind." "No problem. Oh, and I'm Ava." I extend my hand and he takes it. His hand envelopes mine, and I realize in that moment that he is quite a bit larger than me. This realization, combined with the warmth on his palm makes me feel funny. "I'm Javi." He smiles again. "Good to meet you," I say, taking my hand back to check my watch once more. "Talent should be arriving soon so wherever you need to be, I would head over there now." I walk toward the door as I say it, taking extra care when opening the door this time. "I'm sorry again, Ava." He calls after me, his voice still just as sincere as the first time he apologized. "Don't worry about it!" I call back, closing the door behind me. I take the few steps down from the trailer, breathing a sigh of relief to be out of that moment. However, that sigh gets sucked back down my throat when I see the two words in bold on the front of the trailer I just left. Javi Gutierrez

And if my cheeks were red before, now they are maroon.

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[xysidhequeen]

Hey! How have you been doing? You've been quiet for a couple months, I hope you're hanging in there.

Choosing this out of the 26(!!) Asks left to me since I went ghost.

So short of it is, my health slowly and drastically went on a decline over the past 10 months. It got more severe over the past 4. I'm bedbound more often than not. I also only a few days ago discovered someone I loved died. So I'm not doing great, to be straight with everyone.

On top of that my hyperfixation for DPxDC died along with my health. As these things do. But I'm slowly getting back into it. I've written 3k words in the past two days or so(time is really weird for me at the moment as I fluctuate between staying awake for 30 hours and then falling into a coma like sleep that lasts at minimum 12 hours) for the next chapter. So the story isn't abandoned, I personally have not died yet.

So not doing great. But I'm more alive than Danny or Jason can claim so where there's life, there's always hope for a new chapter.

Thanks for the concern 💚

[incomingnewsmile]

Day 25 , or night of, or actually i guess morning of day 26, It is currently 2am. Yes I'm awake 😁 I have been trying to sleep for hours and hours,& i just can't drop. Like I'm not even tired, one bit, my body is dead but my mind is like nope. My legs and ankles are so restless, I can't get comfy and I'm either really hot or chilly.

This was exactly the same yesterday. Did not sleep for ages 😧

So I'm laying here, its quite, dark, im comfortable & not in too much pain, I'm like why am I awake 😅

What an earth is going on. I am always tired, come this time in the morning. But right now, I'm literally wide awake.

Like what tf 🤷‍♀️

And I've just clocked it. Looked it up. & basically remembered that from mid day yesterday, I stopped taking Codine for pain, as I have been taking opiate pain killers for nearly 3 weeks now. Was feeling a bit disassociated and just thought my pain levels can cope without it now, I'm aching but is mainly from the bands now but told it would only last a few days. Thought deffo time to stop taking codine now.

So anyway. 2 mins ago, i looked up codine withdrawal symptoms and voila ⬇️⬇️⬇️⬇️

Ha. Of corse. And today my nose has been running! Which I thought was strange as hadn't been sneezing 😂

Atleast I know what's going on now, body's in withdrawal, and the best part is, it can last week's, even months 😂 at least I haven't got nausea & vomiting, like the worst symptoms.

Back in the 2am club 🙃 thank God I don't have to go to work for a while 😆 sweet jesus, 5am wake ups would be impossible rn 😂 silver linings

& in all fairness, way before the op in the appointments before I was warned of this by the surgeons. They said the painkillers might be hard to get off for this reason....

I best find a quiet night time hobby 😒

What a journey this is 😂🤣

[pinkhairswagtourney]

i've been awake for 26 hours and i'm still not tired yet . this is actually cruel and unusual punishment !!!!!!!!

[superconfusedcoryn]

I've been awake for at least 26 hours at this point,

had way to many engery drinks within the last 8 of them,

watched the entirety that was Good Omens Season Two,

drank basically an entire bottle of wine after it,

had nice walk to the river,

spend the rest of the night till dawn there debating about what the heck we just watched,

walked back to my flat and found a fancy book on the way,

talked more about what we just watched and had another energy drink

and now I've been sitting in my bed at least an hour unable to sleep despite my body slowly shutting down.

What a night huh. Think I'm gonna cook up some waffles now.

[hearts4golbach]

Light Shower. (Sal Fisher x Fem!Reader.)

part 7

-

"and all my anger, sadness, regret disappeared, its madness."

-

I walked next door to Sals apartment and knocked on the door. to my surprise, Henry answered. he looked like he was in a rush.

"Hey, Mr fisher! are you okay?" I asked cautiously.

"yes, thank you, sweetheart. I'm about to be late for work." he gave me a sad smile. "cone in, sals in his room."

"thanks, I hope you make it in time." I grinned back at him.

I knocked on the door before walking into sals room. he was laying in his bed in boxers and a T-shirt. he was playing on his gear boy.

"Hey, babe. you okay?"

he looked over at me and sniffled. "I got sick somehow." sal chuckled.

"oh, I'm sorry, sally face." I rubbed his arm. "can I crawl in with you?"

he nodded. "if you wanna catch whatever I have."

"I can take it." sal blushed. i climbed in, wrapping my arms around his waist, meanwhile making sure I didn't get in the way of his vision. "how are you not suffering with your prosthetic on?"

he giggled. "I am suffering."

"have you taken medicine and atleast drank a little water?"

he paused. "uh..."

"sal!" I exclaimed, getting up. I went to get him a glass of water and a little medication. I brought it back to him. "cant have you dying on me, damn."

"I'm not going to die, Y/n. it's not that serious." he rolled his eyes.

"you never know!" I replied in a sing song voice. I crawled back in bed next to him and handed him the water and cough syrup.

he took off his mask and quickly took the shot of medicine, grunting as he did so. he took a sip of water. "thank you, love." he gently kissed me, staying against my lips for a few seconds before pulling away. I moved his hair out of his sweaty face before moving back to my original position around his waist. I listened to him hum as he played his game before slowly falling asleep.

-

I woke up a few hours later, around 10. sal was asleep, too. I stretched before checking my phone.

larry: wya Todd's parents just gave me more weed ;) - 9:18 pm.

larry: Y/N!!! - 9:26 pm.

larry: uve got 2 be shitting my dick - 9:31 pm.

me: oml sal is on his death bed I can't leave him - 10:18 pm.

larry: idc bring his ass with!! - 10:21 pm.

me: he's sleeping

larry: wake the beast from his slumber and let's goooo

me: ure annoying lol

larry: I give u free weed that's not possible

me: my bad gangster let me see if sal wants 2 go

larry: tell his ass I got soup

me: lol ok

what I didn't realize is that sal was awake already. I turned to look at him, bit he was already looking at me. I jumped. "you scared me."

"sorry." he apologized with his raspy voice. he sounded worse. he kissed my forehead.

"we don't have to go to Larry's, you sound worse."

he cleared his throat. "I'm fine, he seems desperate and he has soup."

"mk." I whispered, gently kissing his soft lips. he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me in. "maybe we should just stay here."

we got up and sal put on pajama pants, tossing me a pair too. sal strapped his mask back on and we made our way down to Larry's apartment.

me: u better prepare soup cuz I'm pretty sure that's the only reason he's going

larry: already on it :D

-

larry and I got baked while sal happily ate his soup, with his mask on, of course. after he had finished, I laid my head in his lap and talked to larry about his girlfriend.

"dude, she has the biggest tits I've ever seen!"

"bigger than ashs? no way."

larry rolled his eyes. "sure."

"damn, bigger than mine!?!" I exclaimed. I glanced back at sal, who's ears were turning a shade of pink. I smirked to myself.

"yep."

sal coughed. "no way were talking about this. I don't even believe that."

"oh my god, sal."

-

I sat in my hospital bed, trying to comfort Y/n. she hadn't been allowed to take her pain meds that day.

"I'm sorry you hurt, Y/n." I frowned, watching as she curled up into a small ball.

"it's ok, sal." she whined as she pulled her knees closer to her chest. "can you read me a story?"

and I did. I read her 3 of the stories dad had brought me while I stayed in the hospital. i kept reading until I realized she had fallen asleep. I wasn't completely sure she could fully hear me through my bandages, though.

-

I took care of sal the next week, making sure he took his medicine and drank water. I stayed most nights with him so he didn't have to be alone. the funny thing was, by the time he was fully healed, I was sick, myself.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being passive aggressive with my flatmate because of how she's been treating me while I'm ill? (TW for brief mention of SA.)

I (26, NB) have a history with ovarian cysts. It appears I have another again, but I'm waiting on a scan from the hospital to confirm this and get a treatment plan sorted. Just under 2 weeks ago I had to leave work mid-shift because the pain I'd been having weeks had escalated to the point I was almost crying at my desk at work. I went to the walk-in clinic, and was immediately re-directed to A&E (aka the ER, for you Americans.)

While there I had several tests and physical exams ran, including one invasive internal exam. This was triggering for me. My flatmate (25, F) knows I have a history of SA. I was offered inpatient care until my scan date, but I feel like I can manage this pain at home for now. I'm on a high dosage of codine and off work until my scan comes up.

Now, my flatmate. When I got back from the hospital, she was awake in her bedroom, music on, pacing round. She did not come out to see me, she messeged me saying she had a rough day, and that she wouldn't want to "say something she didn't mean." Bearing in mind, she says this almost every day after work. No comfort, no nothing. She also left the kitchen a mess with dishes in the sink and a bag of food waste tied and left on the counter. If I were her, I'd have been waiting for her to get back (if I didn't go to the hospital to be with her), and I would have cleaned up after myself at minimum.

The next day, I washed my dishes with the last of the washing up liquid. There wasn't enough to do her plates and pans she left in the sink overnight too. I took out her food waste bag. Bearing in mind, standing for too long makes me nauseous from the pain at the moment.

A few hours later she came into the kitchen and said "do you have more washing up liquid?" in an angry tone, and when I said no, she just made herself more food and left the dishes in the sink. She went to her boyfriends the next morning and stayed there for several days. She didn't replace the washing up liquid, so I had to walk to the store to get it myself, and I almost passed out doing so.

This is where the passive aggression started. I left her dishes in the sink for the 4 days she was there. She did not look happy to see them there when she got back. She's now been leaving my dishes in the sink now, even when I do hers for her.

Now, for this next thing, 2 things are important. 1. My pain makes it excruciating for me to bend over at the moment, and 2. I have told her this.

Because of my pain when bending over I've been putting my things higher up off the ground, including my towel in the bathroom, which I've been putting on the top part of the towel rack. I've also been putting the remote control for the central heating on the bannister on top of the stairs (where we can both grab it for easy access.)

She's repeatedly been switching our towels around so hers is on top, after I have explicitly told her I've been doing this to manage my pain. Same situation with the remote, she's just been putting it on the floor outside our bedrooms. I keep wordlessly putting them back to how I put them now, because I have told her why I've been doing what I've been doing, but she swaps them back.

Last night I messeged her reiterating why I was doing what I was doing. Less than 10 minutes later, everything was back how it was, my towel on the bottom rack, remote on the floor. So, I've picked up my towel and I've draped it over the shower tail instead, which she will have to move when she gets ready tomorrow morning. I almost dropped hers on the actual floor but I decided that would be a step too far. I shot her another message asking "So, did you move everything back before or after you read this message...?", and now I'm waiting for her to get up tomorrow AM and see it.

In general I feel I could have been more mature and direct in dealing with this, but I honestly don't understand how someone can manage do below the bare minimum when their flatmate is this sick. When she just had a flu I was cleaning up around the house and making it nice for her, but it feels like she's actively antagonising me at the moment and I don't know why. AITA for the passive aggression?

What are these acronyms?

[redwinterroses]

hey by the way: probably no stream this evening. I lost a very dear friend, the husband of one of my oldest and best friends, to a car wreck on Friday night. My sister and I drove out there around 2AM and I ended up being awake for about 26 hour solid. I've been crying a lot. Between all those elements, I'm just physically and mentally exhausted and don't have the energy to be "on" for stream tonight. I'll see you guys Tuesday -- hug the people you love, okay?

[paulgadzikowski]

Lately - for about two weeks, or just under - I've been visiting Mom at the rest home in late morning instead of late afternoon, trying to catch her during a time of day when she's awake. One day I asked the head nurse then on duty about it and this is what she recommended. It's been pretty hit-or-miss - I'm arriving at the conclusion that Mom sleeps enough that there is no time of day to regularly catch her awake. Today she woke up about halfway through my planned two-hour visit and wasn't feeling well and felt bad about not being up to visiting, and asked me to come at suppertime next time because (she said) late morning is a bad time for her. She may have had an ulterior motive because she also asked me to bring drivethru burgers.

I mention it mostly because regularly having to be somewhere earlier than noon or 14:00 is playing havoc with my Tumblr scrolling routine after two years of retirement. I got accustomed to scrolling when I get up (anywhere between 05:00 and 10:00, 10:00 being when my alarm goes off so I remember to pin the link post for the previous day's Three Faces) until 14:00, and then doing something else in the afternoon (just to keep scrolling Tumblr all the time from getting tedious and because sometimes I genuinely have other business like, lately, going to see Mom at the rest home), and then scrolling Tumblr and drawing the next day's Three Faces between 18:00 or 20:00 and 26:00(02:00) when I go to bed. But, if I don't get up till 10:00 and five days a week am expected by Mom and by myself to see her at 11:00, then there's no morning scrolling. Today, for instance, I don't think I even looked at my activity page between 02:00 and 20:30, and that's what I consider to be the bare minimum. Usually I favor looking at a blogpack page till I'm caught up on all posts from my top tier favorite mutuals/followees, but tonight I'm just scrolling my dashboard in realtime in one tab while backscrolling my dashboard in a second tab when the first tab's quiet and not expecting to get all the way back to 02:00 in the second tab. This means, if there's something you wanted me to see today but you didn't tag me in it, I may not see it.

If I end up doing this habitually I don't know how much it will be apparent to readers in terms of when my queue gets loaded and when it's most active, and in generally how interactive I am. But if I go back to seeing Mom in the late afternoon it should stop being a chronic issue.

[danafeelingsick]

ɴᴏᴠᴇᴍᴇᴛᴏʙᴇʀ 2022

@monthofsick

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ᴅᴀʏ 26: Multiple sickies

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 4,3k~

hi, id like to request prompt 26 (multiple characters sick) with Itto, Kuki, Heizou sick and Sara as caretaker? a stomach flu/food poisoning situation would be nice

ᴀ/ɴ i've waited the whole month for this one 😳🤓

TW EMETO

         Kujou Sara was dozing off in her office when a strange sound came from down the hallway, snapping her awake. At first, she thought someone had dumped water on the floor by accident, but listening closely to it, she noticed the faint string of coughs following the splash.

         It was far past working hours in the Tenryou commission, no one was supposed to be around anymore, not even her. But some matters still demanded the general's attention. It didn't help that she had skipped several minutes with a blink, but the scare successfully drove away all the exhaustion from her body, at least for the time being.

         Still listening to whoever it was hacking up a lung in the distance, Sara pushed out of her chair, carelessly tossing documents onto her desk in a hurry. She was already down the hallway when the near choking broke into another heavier splatter, it sounded like someone had emptied a bucket now.

         “F-Fuck…”, she heard that same person groan and cuss.

         Closer now, she could recognize the voice and sighed in frustration when she remembered the cause of her extra hours. A bothersome crimson Oni she had to keep watch, the reason why he had been apprehended since buried under the piles of documents in her office.

         “Arataki Itto!”, she called loud enough to be heard from the other side of the police station, hoping the anger in her voice would be enough to stop whatever that stupid Oni was plotting. “What was that noise?”

         He went silent for a short moment, only the sound of her wooden heels on the cold tiles and the jingle of keys on her hips could be heard. Soon the coughing resumed, more violent than before as if holding it had taken a bigger toll on his health.

         “K-Kujou Tengu, is that you?” His voice came from behind a few corners and she knew right away something was up from how disoriented he sounded.  “Ugh, d-don't come here. I just... threw up all over the floor.”

         She walked even faster, a scowl already twisting her face.

         “I swear if this is some elaborate plan for you to escape I’ll -”, she turned a corner, the pungent smell of fresh sickness immediately assaulting her nostrils.

         She found the Oni inside his holding cell like usual, but she didn’t expect to find him hunched over a puddle of steaming vomit. Her stomach flipped over when she immediately recognized the dish they had served earlier in the mess hall, now odd–colored by stomach acids and glistening with bile. The Oni acknowledged her glossy-eyed, sniffling like a scolded child when her expression darkened.

         “Plan? What are you, urp, talking about?” Itto rasped, briefly closing his mouth under the threat of another gag.

         “Y-You, ugh! Why did you have to make a mess?”, her expression twisted into anger, and she realized she had raised her voice when the Oni seemed to flinch at her. She didn’t back down. “Didn't you have a bucket or something?”

         “S-Sorry… Been asking for one”, Itto responded, his voice coming from deeper within his throat sounding like he was holding back tears. “E-Everyone just dismissed…”

         Sara is taken aback by his words, only momentarily because her disgusted expression never leaves, every time she thinks of feeling pity the smell reminds her of how disgusting that Oni can be. With an annoyed sigh she makes sure he heard, she unlocks the door to his cell and steps inside.

         “You better not try anything”, the tengu says coldly, standing over him and staring him down as silence lingers between his shuddering pants. “What are you feeling? Are you going to vomit again?”

         “Hmm… hard to tell”, he mutters, running the back of his hand under his mouth, but keeping it there when his chest hitches slightly, only a small hiccup coming through. “It feels like it, but… I haven’t eaten much.”

         “Stand up, I’ll take you to the restroom”, Kujou Sara doesn’t ask but does lean over him as she takes one of his arms and throws it over her shoulder. “Don’t forget you’re still under custody.”

         “Yeah, yeah…”, the Oni mumbles, clenching his eyes shut when the sudden motion has his stomach flipping uncomfortably. Each step to the door of his cell threatens to send him to the floor, but the tengu is surprisingly resilient as she guides him, nearly supporting all of his weight on one side. “O-Oh, man…”

         “And if you vomit on me!”, she threatens sincerely, but continues walking.

         “Can’t really guarantee that…”

         Arataki Itto manages to make it to the small station restroom when the nausea rolls back again, leaving him gagging emptily over Kujou Sara’s shoulders as she doesn’t even bother to close the door behind them. The general all but drops him in front of one of the squatting toilets, grabbing the large Oni by the sleeves of his coat when he looks like he’ll just tip forward.

         “I’m gonna puke”, he announces, just in case the green color his face takes wasn’t enough of a tell. Sara wordlessly tightens her grip on him as the Oni lunges forward with a guttural retching throat. “EeuuURRrRrrgh!”

         Itto struggles with his mouth open, his stomach clenching painfully as it fights to get more of that lumpy mixture up his throat. Through gurgling retches, he chokes up a mouthful of barely digested stomach contents, and the remnants of his meal fall to the white porcelain with a heavy splatter. Clumps of chewed-up rice, mushy vegetables, and bits of white meat swim in a thick broth of miso soup and acidic bile. Itto isn’t sure what part of it is leaving the spoiled taste on his tongue, but it only takes a few loud heaves for him to get a second serving of it.

         “You have to breathe too, Arataki Itto. You’re going to choke like that”, the tengu says as she firmly pats his back, albeit begrudgingly. Itto tries to keep it in mind as more dense vomit spews out of his mouth, but all that it amounts to is the desperate noises stuck in his throat. It sounds like he’s drowning as the spell tapers into a watery surge, but doesn’t stop until he manages to cough it all up. “There you go, see?”

         “Ugh… fuck…”, the Oni spits out, wasting the split moment he had to catch his breath before his mouth fills with vomit again.

         ***

         Shikanoin Heizou wishes he could sleep it off over his desk, or rather, the communal office all the other doushin used for various purposes, but the awful churning in his gut simply will not allow it. To think emptying his stomach onto the floor would do him any good was stupid, but even after cleaning it as best as he could, he still can’t believe he let himself do that. Now that sour smell is stuck to his nose and his mouth.

         An even worse idea was to trust the mess hall’s food for once in his life. He was sure something in his now empty plate had gone bad, but it was hard to tell when everything they served there already tasted spoiled, undercooked, or sour. Sometimes all three. Heizou felt his throat tighten at the thought, his mouth flooding with saliva, and he tried to shove the all too detailed memories to the back of his achy mind.

         The sound of the door creaking open was the thing on the forefront, and he barely raised his head, staring at the visitor through his eyelashes. Kujou Sara was standing in the doorframe, her expression as sour as his mouth tasted, something akin to murderous intent in her golden eyes, but Heizou was too out of it to even register.

         “Heizou, what are you still doing here? Your shift ended hours ago!”, she said between her teeth but went to search around the office instead of waiting for his answer.

         “Madam Kujou? Sorry, I was just... going through some cases and must've lost track of time”, he responded, hurriedly straightening himself and managing to ignore what the sudden motion did to his already queasy stomach. “I-I'll be gone in a minute."

         "Have you seen any of the cleaning supplies?" she asked over her shoulder and thankfully didn’t notice when he went pale, already choking on an answer. “Arataki Itto vomited all over his cell, can you believe that? That useless Oni!”

         “They are right there”, Heizou mumbled and pointed to the side of the desk, where a large wet spot still hadn’t dried and said supplies were scattered around it. He would’ve made himself useful and grabbed them for her, but just thinking of his own vomit soaking into the tatami floor had him trying not to gag.

         “If you’re not in a hurry”, Sara caught him halfway through the open door, and the doushin turned stiffly, his throat tense as he held back the nausea. “Can you go check on him for me? That waste of space is in the restroom. And he’s still under custody, so don’t let him out of your sight.”

         Heizou agreed shakingly, that was where he was heading already. The tengu was so busy she didn’t even bat an eye when he turned on his heels and sprinted down the hallway.

         “E-Excuse me? I’m coming in”, Heizou knocked on the door and said, hearing a large someone shuffling behind the door.

         The sour stench of vomit was the first thing the detective noticed as he stepped into the restroom, then breathing through his mouth, he saw the tall man sitting on the grimy floor, his back against the stall. He would’ve looked like a fresh corpse if not for his exposed torso, heaving rapidly as short gurgles came from within his belly.

         “S-Sorry, dude… this one’s taken”, he said, and weakly waved with his head to the toilet, filled to the brim with bubbling puke. Heizou tried not to look at it directly, instead focusing on the long red horns sprouting from the middle of his messy white hair.

         “Kujou Sara… sent me here”, he stammered, watching as the man’s shoulders kept jumping, his toned abdomen clenching incessantly as nausea bit at him too. “She told me to keep an eye on you.”

         “Mmmrff, how nice of her. EuRgHh!” Itto commented with all the sarcasm he could spare, and retched emptily over the full bowl. Chuckling dejectedly when his stomach finally gave him a break. “You can tell her I'm alright, not that she cares at all.”

         Looking at the detective from over his shoulder he noticed him trembling slightly, his hand hovering close to his middle, the other on his mouth. They were almost at eye level, with him sitting on the floor, but it was nice to have to look up at someone for a change. “Are you okay, though? You're not squeamish, right?”

         “Y-Yeah… I’m fine. I'm n-not”, Heizou lied and tried to look away, but it was already too late. Breathing through his mouth was only making his stomach more restless, he could feel the acidic burn reaching for his tongue. In desperation, thought of making a break for the sink, but he doubted there would be enough time. “Actually, c-can I…? Do you mind sharing?”

         “Sharing?”, Itto tilted his head in confusion, but it quickly dawned on him when he saw the doushin's face turning a sickly green. “You're gonna barf, alright! Here, here. Aim for the toilet.”

         With all the gentleness of a giant, Itto pulled the young man to the floor by the wrist, forcing him to kneel to not lose his balance. Just in time, Heizou pitched forward and burped a stream of stomach contents onto the toilet, most of it spilling out the sides as Itto failed to hold him in time. 

         “Fuck, take it easy”, he exclaimed, both hands closing around Heizou's sides as he nearly fell forward. He trembled violently under his touch, and mercifully another steady stream of puke erupted out of him without much struggle. “Looks like you're sick too, little guy.”

         “Mess hall… food, eurgh”, he slurred in between bouts of vomiting, unable to catch a break. Itto cocked his head to the side, trying to decipher his words. 

         Heizou was sure his whole body was in free fall as he kept spewing, everything was spinning wildly before his eyes, and he couldn't tell which way was up. But as he started slumping forward, runny puke still pouring from his lips, the Oni lifted him slightly off the ground with a short huff, just enough to plop him back down seated in the space between his legs.

         “I've got you”, he reassured, resting a big hand on his back, feeling him wince under his wait.

         Heizou was kneeling on that grimy cold floor, groaning as nausea wrecked his body, his stomach still churning relentlessly. He leaned forward, grabbing the Oni's ankles with both hands as exhaustion finally won over him. The vomiting spell quickly drained all the energy he had, but it didn't seem to be over.

         Itto slowly petted the doushin's back, trying not to look at the growing mess of the toilet because he knew it would be over for him as soon as he did. With a wet burp, Heizou produced another sizable gush of stomach contents over the rim of the toilet, coughing wetly as it tapered off into a trickle.

         The detective groaned, seemingly deflating under Oni's touch as he pulled back, bile and drool still clinging to his chin.

         “Wow, that was a lot for a guy your size”, Itto commented, still rubbing his back as the doushin grunted weakly, trying not to cough anymore. His throat was sore and achy after such a violent spell, but he still mustered a weak apology.

         “I… I'm pretty sure it was the mess hall's food”, Heizou slurred, after a moment of awkward silence.

         “It seems like it”, Itto added, peering into the full toilet and immediately looking away when the sight made him recoil. “Ugh… think you're okay to get out of here?”

         Heizou nodded weakly, not about to refuse the offer to leave that gross stall. He felt weak and sweaty like he had just run a marathon on an empty stomach, everything ached from head to toe.

         Itto got up first, grabbing onto the wall as he tried to flush the toilet, but all it did was make a deep gurgle, the layers upon layers of now cold vomit staying there, unmoving. The two just shared a tired knowing look as Itto helped the detective stand, firmly holding his shoulders when his knees seemed to nearly give out. 

         They were halfway to the door when it clicked open, none other than the Kujou Tengu stepped inside, her eyes widening as she saw the whole scene.

         “I think your guy here is sick”, Itto told her simply, pointing to the nearly unconscious Heizou he was holding under his arm.

         “By the love of… This can't be happening”, Sara blinked in surprise, pinching the bridge of her nose and letting out an exasperated sigh. “Just… Just take him to my office. Ms. Shinobu is there too.”

         “Oh, Shinobu's here? Didn't think she would come”, Itto sounded almost surprised, but just hearing a familiar name put him more at ease.

         “I'll bring some medicine for the two of you”, the tengu responded, looking at them up and down, noting how much Heizou was shaking and the sweaty mess he had become. “Some spare clothes too.”

         “Humpf, alright”, Itto huffed as he went past her, trying not to let his sudden anger show, but it was hard not to when she looked at him like he was some kind of animal.

         *** 

         “It's okay, just let it out”, Kujou Sara whispered softly, holding back moist strands of burgundy hair as Heizou dry heaved under her, struggling through the motions of unrelenting nausea.

         It took him a couple of harsh retches, but eventually, he managed to bring up a thin wave of runny vomit. Most of it was the water he had downed minutes before, slightly cloudy from the little time it spent inside him, but now littered with clumps of the food he still regretted eating.

         “I'm so sorry… urp, madam Kujou, but I told you I wouldn't be able to… guh, keep it – urGHH!”, Heizou tried, but soon he was diving back down, tears gathering in his eyes as he retched violently, bringing up yet more watery vomit onto the small bucket Sara was holding in front of him. “Ughh… guh— ...euRrrgh!”

         She didn't say a word, just kept shushing him as Heizou struggled to expel another watery surge of warm bile. Rubbing his back slowly, she could his musculature shivering, heat rolling off his skin, and rapidly drenching his spare shirt in more sweat. It broke her heart to see him like this, but not knowing from the start made her feel even more guilty.

         On the other side of the office, Kuki Shinobu had somehow managed to put the rowdy Oni to rest for a few minutes. His head was resting on her lap as she gently brushed his messy hair away from his face, his expression still pinched in disgust. An improvised container waited by her feet, thankfully empty as Itto couldn't vomit anymore than he already had.

         A soft sigh left the deputy leader's mouth, muffled by her grinning devil mask, the only barrier between her and the smell of vomit permeating the room. Admittedly she wouldn't mind if the situation had been any different, she was no stranger to caring for sick friends after all, but today her stomach was a bit unsettled being around so much sickness.

         Itto tossed in his sleep, and as noisily as his size demanded, he turned on his side and hugged his middle. His back now faced the tengu sitting across from them, doing her best to hold the sickly detective still shivering in her arms. She raised her eyes to Shinobu, giving her a sympathetic smile.

         “Is he asleep?”, Sara asked coyly, hoping for any sliver of good news.

         “Hum, I think so”, she answered after clearing her throat, dropping her gaze to look at the Oni. He certainly looked like he was sleeping, but his pained expression and the way his breath hitched slightly told her it wouldn't stay like that for long. “Did you serve anything he's allergic to?”

         “Of course not”, Sara scowled but regretted being so quick to anger at such a harmless question. “He only ate the food we serve here, and I made sure it was safe for him.”

         “I was just checking”, Shinobu responded, letting out another sigh as her stomach shuddered thinking of what could've possibly made them two so sick. She gulped a mouthful of saliva before she spoke again: “What are you planning to do now?”

         “If you think I'm just going to let him go because he's sick, then you're wrong” Kujou Sara jumped to the conclusion, her expression turning sharp the moment she looked from Shinobu to the Oni.

         His shoulders hitched slightly, almost unnoticeably, followed by a long wet gurgle coming from deep in his bruised belly. That had become normal at that point, Itto just curled further into himself, nuzzling into the comfort of Shinobu's hands. So far so good, he was managing to keep the water and medicine down, and even sleep a little on the hard tatami floor. 

         “Sara… All he's in for is a noise complaint”, the deputy leader shrugged, looking down at Itto when a weak sickly groan came from him.

         It was all the warning they got before there was a bubbling gurgle in the sleepy Oni's throat, bursting at the root of his tongue as he suddenly let out a surge of murky watery vomit. Shinobu froze in place, feeling the disgustingly hot surge cover her midriff and drip down to her thighs.

         “Boss! Boss!”, was the first thought in her mind as she heard him start to choke, but his eyes remained closed.

          Shinobu quickly rolled the Oni onto his back, frantically tapping his cheek as she tried to wake him up. He spat and gurgled, his eyes fluttering open only to go wide as he realized he couldn't breathe.

         Kujou Sara was by their side in seconds, motioning for Heizou to stay where he was as she helped push Itto into a half-sitting position. The Oni folded and broke into a violent fit of coughing, he couldn't even gag as a warning before he was covering his own lap in murky vomit. Sara was able to shove the bucket under his mouth in time to catch the next wave, holding it there as Itto emptied his stomach of what little he was able to hold. 

         Shinobu was still taken aback by the suddenness of the situation but quickly busied herself with pulling Itto's already soiled hair from the line of fire. He winced as her fingers brushed his neck, prompting her to shush him and rub slow circles on his back. It took all of her to hold back her own gagging and ignore the cold vomit now soaking into her clothes.

         “Boss, can you hear me?”, she called when he seemed to catch a break from puking, pulling a few sweat-soaked strands off his face as she peered over her shoulder. The sight of that soup-like mixture filling the bucket made her recoil. “A-Are you alright?”

         “Yeah… s-sorry about that…”, he mumbled and spat. “I thought I was empty.”

         “Hey, it's fine. Just don't scare us like that again”, Shinobu reassured, her voice trembling as her own nausea inched closer. “Try to stay awake from now on, okay?”

         “Until we're back. We'll go grab some… more spare clothes”, Kujou Sara added, raising to her feet. “Think you can be on your own?”

          “Sure, yeah. I'll be fine”, Itto reassured, giving his still-sensitive stomach a few gentle pats. And with sarcasm, he added: “You two have fun.”

         ***

         Shinobu was nearing her limit as she sat there in the dusty locker room while Sara searched for anything that could fit her. She was trembling and not because her vomit-soaked shorts were now atop a pile of dirty clothes, or the dry towel wrapped around her waist.

         Her stomach tossed uncomfortably, letting out short gurgling noises and small burps she was forced to swallow. Where she had gotten herself sick?, she had no idea. Both Itto and Heizou's sources were clear, and she was fairly sure no one had sneaked the infamous mess hall food onto her plate. If the slight suspicion she had was true, this wave of sickness had been brewing for a long time, as most of the Arataki Gang had already gone through it.

         Itto just had the bad luck of being arrested by the Tenryou commission, and poor Heizou must've gotten caught in the crossfire. As for her, bad luck and too much compassion applied.

         Shinobu hugged her middle tightly in hopes of muffling the noises coming from it, but didn't realize this only threatened to expose her condition even more. Leaning forward like that, she could already feel the bile crawling up her throat. 

         “Think you can wear this?” Sara turned with a fairly worn hakama, the same one the guards of the tenryou commission would use.

         She saw right through the worried look Shinobu responded with, her posture tense as she tried to keep herself from shivering. The tengu sighed as she up the pants aside and walked up to her. "What's wrong?”

         “Nothing's wrong”, Shinobu responded promptly, straightening her back as the woman stopped in front of her, towering over her. “I swear, I'm– ah!”

         Shinobu was sure she must've let out a yelp as Sara leaned forward and placed a hand on her forehead, evaluating the heat coming off her skin. Her expression was unreadable, but to her surprise, the tengu just shook her head, her gaze softening as she realized how tense she had gotten. 

         “You feel a little warm…”, she said softly, her hand grazing her cheek before she pulled away. “You should've told me.”

         “No, I… you needed my help”, Shinobu groaned, feeling her throat tightening. “Please, don't worry about me. I swear I can– mmm, guh.”

         Caught in her lie, Shinobu stopped talking and pressed her lips tightly, her stomach suddenly lurched, filling her mouth with bile. She tried to swallow it down, holding her mask firmly as if that could stop what was about to happen.

         Thankfully she didn't need it, because Kujou Sara gently guided her forward, holding a newfound towel under her mouth. Shinobu wanted to protest, but as she pulled away her mask she realized she was out of options.

         “It's okay”, Sara coaxed her, taking the mask off her hands and putting it aside, devoting her full attention to the sick shinobi in front of her.

         Kuki Shinobu parted her lips, trying not to make a huge mess as she burped a stream of thick vomit onto the white towel, staining it beyond repair. Her eyes were affixed on it, watching as the orangish-brown puke spread onto the fabric. It smelled horrible, but thankfully it cleared her head enough to pull back, running a hand under her mouth. 

         “I'm sorry… I'm so sorry…”, she said, fighting to swallow the following gags. Any more and she was sure Sara would bite her head off. 

         “Shh, I already said it's okay”, she whispered, and to Shinobu's surprise, none of her previous anger was in her expression. She looked tired, but still mustered a small reassuring smile. “It's going to be okay.”

         Shinobu wasn't sure if she believed it.

         ***

         True to his word, Arataki Itto kept awake until the two returned, keeping watch of Heizou as the detective tried to sleep for a bit. What he didn't expect was to see Kujou Sara, carrying a shivering Shinobu on her arms as she entered the office.

         The night couldn't get any longer.

[stiffyck]

Omg omg omg stiff I need help

I wanna draw somth but idk what to draw, any ideas-? If yes pls tell c: (my brain isn't rlly responding rn bc I've been awake for a solid 26 hours ugh)

Uhhhhh draw scar but with a flower crown

Or mumbo in a dress