#it doesn’t help I have a high body temp

[animationismycomfort]

anyone else burning alive today or

[xiakato]

XIAOTING- Ella Baila Sola (M)

The party was bustling, everyone dressed to the nines. The atmosphere felt expensive, taking a glance around the room, only the most high class brands could be seen. You stand on the second floor overlooking the hall, watching people body to body. Sipping on your room temp gin, studying everyone walking in or walking out. Your eyes land on her, her beautiful black dress hugging her curves, leaving little to your imagination. Her beauty stands out even in the sea of nobodies. Her eyes meet yours,dragging you in. Falling deep into her dark brown eyes, She walks to another room, her eyes only just leaving you as she goes to the next room. You waste little time walking down the stairs, following her into the room, pushing your way through the people.  Finding her again came easy to you, once her beauty was burned into your retinas. She turns slightly, looking at you offering you a light smile before moving on. Pushing people out of the way to catch up to this woman. You finally do, she looks over the luscious garden, hearing your footsteps and your bated breath she looks behind. 

“Rather relentless don’t you think?” Her voice was beautiful as she is, the low light only provided from the moon etches itself into her beauty. 

“Can you blame me?” You ask once you catch your breath. 

“Perhaps I could, not every man rushes through a party filled to the brim to get to a pretty woman.” 

“Perhaps a man will when he sees the most beautiful woman that has ever blessed his eyes,” You step closer to her, her aura doesn’t falter. She is used to this, you can tell. 

“I’m flattered,” Her emotionless face remained perfectly still, “But just like all men, there must be more you want from me.” 

The music has gotten louder, the drunks come stumbling out around the two. You get closer to her, “I only wish to get the chance to know a woman that has caught my eye and seems to have something deeper hidden.”

“What’s there to know Mr?” She leaves out her hand. 

“L/n, Y/n L/n,” You take her hand ever so softly like she is made from porcelain, kissing her knuckles. 

“I’m Shen Xiaoting,” She smiles slightly, taking her hand away from the roughness of yours. 

“Xiaoting, nice to meet you on this beautifully moonlit evening.” 

“Likewise, walk with me,” She turns and starts walking, her eyes lingering on you just a bit longer. You can’t help but to join her in the rhythm of her step. 

“What brought you here tonight Xiaoting?” You ask her, tearing your eyes away from her to take in the scenery. 

“Hopelessness,” She replies as she takes your features, “I presume that it is the answer if I were to take my guess.”  

“Why hopelessness?” You look, her eyes a sea of emotion betrayed by the statue stillness of her face.

“I’m just lost, a soul without purpose. A loner, if you want to attach a title to it.” 

“I’m here,” You stop walking, taking in everything you can about her, her ever so slightly movements, her milk white skin thriving under the moon. 

“I dance alone,” She keeps walking, her heels clicking against the stone walkway. 

“You don’t have to,” You follow, the wind is a bit chilly. You take your jacket, placing it softly on her shoulders. 

“I know, but I don’t trust anyone nearly enough to let them in.” 

“I’ll do what I can for you to trust me,” You smiled at her, the night continued on. You spent every minute you could with her, the night ended a win in your book. You got her number and you texted her whenever you could. She opened up to you little by little, you were happy that this amazing person, who was scorned by the shit life threw at them, relied on you. The more time the two of you spent together, the more you yourself realized that you love her. You realized that as you looked at her while at Han river, the calm water, the peaceful atmosphere coupled with her peaceful expression. Her face has brightened tremendously, you like to think it’s thanks to you. 

“Why are you staring at me again?” She asks, a giggle escapes from her light crimson lips. You remember the first time you heard her laugh, your heart skipped a few beats at the innocence resonating through it   

“Can I take you to dinner?” You blurt out, her giggling stops as you watch a bright smile etch across her face. 

“Like a d-date?” She asks, her smile falters a little, the hope in her eyes. 

“Yes Xiaoting, like a date.”

She hugs you tightly, “I thought you would never ask me.” 

“You knew from the beginning I wanted to take you on a date.” 

“Shhhh~” She giggled, hugging you tighter.  She pulls away, quickly telling you to pick her up at 7 before she takes off in a taxi. You chuckle rushing home yourself, to get ready for the hopefully a changing point in your life. The all black suit, topped off by a simple gold chain collar pin. The messy yet refined look of the styling of your hair is perfect and you went to get her. Knocking on her door, she opens it wearing the very same dress when you first met her, the dress still perfectly fits her just like that day she lures you into a trap that you can’t get out of, a trap you don’t want to.  

“W-wow,” You say as she takes your breath away. 

“I haven't worn this since that day,” She shyly pats down the fabric, “I hope you still like this dress.”

“I do but I love the person wearing it.” 

She blushes, grabbing her handbag, her hand intertwined with yours as you lead her to the car. The sleek all black Audi R8 with black leather, a perfect choice considering the both of you look like death eaters right now. The choice of dinner was easy, you called up one of your friends that owns one of the best restaurants in Seoul to keep a table for you. The drive was quiet and perfect. Her hand fit perfectly with yours, arriving at the restaurant, your friend met the two of you at the back. Taking you through the kitchen and to a private room. Throughout the night, she opened up more than ever before. You couldn’t help but to smile all dinner, but as always a perfect night must come to an end. Your hands intertwine once more as you walk her to her door. Your hand doesn’t leave hers until she unlocks the door and steps in. 

“U-um, Y/n?” 

“Yes Ting?” You ask her as you look back at her right before you step off her porch. 

“Wanna eat ramyeon?” 

You look at her through the mirror, as her dress falls off of her frame. Her white lingerie, a stark contrast from her black dress. You take in the features of her body. Her thighs, her toned stomach, everything. Leaving soft kisses down her nape, under your fingertips you feel her shiver. You lead her to the bed, laying her down, leaving kisses down her body. Hooking your thumbs in her panties, you pull them down and spread her legs which she quickly closes. 

“Relax baby, let me take care of you,” You say softly as you spread her legs again, your tongue darts out slowly licking circles around her clit as she whimpers.  Your hands grip onto her thighs tightly but not too tight. You keep up with what you are doing, altering between small circles and big circles. 

“Fuck baby,” You feel her hand reach out tugging on your hair. Flicking your tongue at random intervals as her hips buckle against your mouth. She’s sensitive, you can tell it’s been awhile since the last time she was taken care of. You flick faster and lick the occasional circle, as her other hand joins the other tugging your hair as she cums. Her legs squeezes your head as she locks ankles riding out her orgasm, “Holy s-shit,” She lets go of your hair, you sit up wiping your mouth. She tastes sweet, just perfect. She pulls you down onto your back as she tosses your boxers and trousers somewhere in the room, “So hard for me already baby,” She strokes your cock softly, “My turn to take care of you,” She smiles as she straddles you, sliding your cock into her in one swoop. She’s the tightest you’ve ever been in, squeezing your cock between her soaked velvet walls.

“Fuck Xiaoting,” You mutter as she lifts her hips slightly and slams back down rolling her hips, your arms wrap around her waist. 

“Say my name again please baby,” She asks as she rides you ever so slowly letting you feel everything. 

“Xiaoting,” you look her in the eyes, her hair disheveled, her arms around your neck as she rides. You capture her in a kiss, the passion flows out as you hold her tighter. You want to give your entire being to this girl, every bit of you. Her lips pressed against yours is the euphoria you needed, the complete package. 

“Y/n, I love you. I love you so much,” She speeds up with her hips, her hands holding on the side of your head. 

“I love you too, I love you so much too,” You stare into her eyes as she gets tighter and tighter, “I’m close, Xiaoting.” 

“I-inside please, give your love,” She quickens her pace, as she reaches her own climax, you reach yours. You hold the tightest you did all night as she does to you, Your cock throbs as you fill her, her pussy not letting go. Only a tiny bit drips out, You pull back slightly kissing her again. 

“I love you Xiaoting,” You say, a bit lucid coming down from your climax. She kisses you again, her tongue swirling around yours. Her body fits perfectly with yours, you never can go back to anything from before now that you had her in your arms. 

“I don’t have to dance alone anymore…. I love you too Y/n.”

[vanwritesfan-fiction]

Take Care (Request)

Pairings: Jack Harlow x Reader

Words: 1,548

Sneak Peek: “What’s wrong J? You don’t look so good.” Jack just gave you a shrug, lacking the energy for any more of a response. He crawled onto the bed, and you pulled back the comforter, knowing he was going to want you to hold him, using your chest as his personal pillow.

Warnings: Illness (nothing serious)

You had just snuggled into bed, your skincare routine finished, spicy book in hand when you heard the front door open, the dogs barking out of excitement that Jack was finally home. “Shhhh!” you heard Jack chastise the dogs for being so loud, making you chuckle. His heavy footsteps treaded down the hallway toward the bedroom door, Jack cracking it open slightly to see if you were sleeping. He opened it further and walked in when he noticed the bedside lamp on. “Hey, you.” You looked up from your book to take in the sight of your pitiful boyfriend, his face ghostly pale, and while his hoodie was pulled over his hair, you could make out that the curls around his face were wet from sweat.

“What’s wrong J? You don’t look so good.” Jack just gave you a shrug, lacking the energy for any more of a response. He crawled onto the bed, and you pulled back the comforter, knowing he was going to want you to hold him, using your chest as his personal pillow. He slowly sunk down on top of you, resting his head on your chest, his arms wrapped around your waist. You covered him with the blanket, and rubbed his back, feeling the patches of sweat under his hoodie. “Why are you so sweaty?” “I dunno, but I’m so cold” Jack gruffed out, his teeth chattering. You pulled off the hood of his sweatshirt and placed the back of your hand on his forehead. “Baby, you are burning up!” You confirmed by sliding your hand down his hoodie to feel the temperature of his chest, just as hot. “I can’t be sick, I have to leave for Montreal tomorrow, I’m headlining the music festival.”

You rolled Jack off you, his body heavily sliding off to the side, and got up to go to the bathroom. “Don’t jump to conclusions” you yelled out from the bathroom as you wet a washcloth, “maybe you just have a 24-hour bug.” You wrung out the cloth and walked back into the bedroom. Jack groaned as you dabbed his forehead and neck with the cold water, trying to bring his body temperature down. His eyelids hung heavy as he looked up to you, fiddling with the hem of your oversized t-shirt. He reached underneath your shirt, squeezing your bare thigh a couple of times. You gently swatted him away, rolling your eyes. “Only you could be sick and still trying to cop a feel.” Jack chuckled, the sound quickly turning into a chesty cough, his face turning bright red from the force. “I’m sick, not dead. I’m always gonna wanna touch you.”

You grabbed the thermometer from your bedside table, sticking it under Jack’s tongue, who was now half asleep from exhaustion. You removed it at the sound of three beeps, the temp reading 102.0. “Jack you have a really high fever, we should take you to the hospital.” “No, I don’t want to go to the hospital, can’t you just take care of me?” “Baby, I am not a nurse, we need to get you to someone who can actually help you.” Jack writhed around in the bed, his body aches making it difficult to get comfortable. “Isn’t your mom a nurse?” Jack questioned; his voice muffled with his head in the pillow. “Yes, but she is one thousand miles away, she can’t exactly run over here.” Jack grunted to let you know that he heard you as he turned his head and fell asleep.

You stepped out of the bedroom, grabbing your phone to give your mom a quick call; she should be able to help you figure out how to get Jack’s fever down from home.

She picked up on the first ring. “Hello?” “Hey Mama,” your voice couldn’t hide the worry. “Something wrong?” your mom could always tell when something was wrong even when you hadn’t said anything. “It’s Jack. He’s got a high fever but doesn’t want to go to the hospital.” Your mom cleared her throat before answering. “How high is high?” “The thermometer read 102.0” Your mom paused for a second and you heard some shuffling in the background. “I stepped out of the living room; your dad and I are watching a movie.”

“Sorry mom for ruining movie night.” You gulped. “Not a problem, we’re watching Fast 7. I hate those racing movies.” Her response made you chuckle. “With a fever that high, Jack probably has some sort of infection. Any other symptoms?” “He said he has chills, but he is drenched in sweat, a heavy cough and definitely some congestion.” “Ok, your first priority is to get his fever down. He needs to get in a bath of lukewarm water. Not too cold or you’ll shock his system. If you have some cold and flu medicine, just give him a dose of that.” You walked back to the bedroom, to see Jack out cold, the comforter pulled right under his chin. “We don’t have a bath, but I can get him in the shower.” “Ok, just be careful that he doesn’t fall in the shower. I can’t tell you how many times we saw cases in the ER for head trauma. People can pass out in the shower and hit their head.” “I’ll make sure he’s safe.” “Alright, love, I will call you tomorrow to see how he’s recovering. Let me know if you need anything, this movie has at least another two hours.” You could hear her eyeroll over the phone. “Thanks, mama, I’ll talk you later.”

You turned on the bright overhead light in the bedroom, Jack shielding his eyes with his arm. “What are you doing? I’m trying to sleep”, Jack whined, making you feel bad. “I know baby, but my mom said we have to get your fever down. You’ve got to take a shower.” You pulled the blanket back, and lifted Jack’s arm to help him sit up. “I feel dizzy.” “I know J, let’s just get you to the bathroom and you’ll feel better.” Jack’s body feels heavy like concrete as he leans on you to help keep him steady. You make it the few steps to the bathroom, flipping on the lights. Jack grabbed the counter, his steps wavering. “Lean against the counter so I can get your clothes off.” Jack shoulders slumped over; his eyes closed. “These lights are giving me a headache.”

“Sorry baby” you switched off the vanity lights and turned on the recessed lighting, which gave the room a soft glow. “Is that better?” Jack shook his head yes. You pulled his sweatshirt over his head, his tee sticking to his back and chest with sweat. You pulled off his tee as well, Jack helping you pull down his sweatpants and socks. “Stay right there. My mom says you are a fall hazard.” You directed Jack as you turned on the shower, making sure the water was just a bit cold. You pulled Jack into the shower, trying to hold him up from outside of the shower, but you were just getting water everywhere. “Can you hold yourself up?” Jack stood on his own for a second before he waivered, his hand attempting to prop himself up against the wall but slipping down the wet tile. “I need your help,” Jack looked at you with pitiful eyes and you shed your oversized t-shirt and stepped into the shower behind him. The water temp made you shiver, but you quickly warmed up against Jack’s burning body. You wrapped your hands around his waist, laying your hands on his lower stomach so as much of his body could be exposed to the water. Jack held his head under the water, wetting his hair and letting the stream run down his body.

You could hear his ragged breathing, his lungs constricted from the mucus. You placed a kiss on each of his shoulder blades letting him know that you had him secure. After a few minutes you turned his body so the water could run down his back. He wrapped his arms around your neck, his wet hair touching your forehead when he leaned his against you. Once you were satisfied that his body temp had lowered at least a few degrees, you led Jack out of the shower, wrapping a towel around his waist. You sat him on the bed and helped him get a clean tee and shorts on and helped him back under the covers. You placed a gentle kiss on his forehead and grabbed a pillow and blanket from the closet, intending to sleep on the couch to give Jack some space. You turned off the light and were closing the door when you heard Jack’s raspy voice. “Where are you going? I need you.” He let out another chest cough, groaning at his sore throat. “Nowhere Jack, just making sure the front door was locked.” You dropped the pillow and blanket on the floor by the foot of the bed and slid into your side. You tapped Jack’s chest, and he rolled over, taking the same position on your chest he had earlier that night. Taking care of Jack had exhausted you, so it wasn’t long before you eyes fluttered closed and you fell asleep.

[malebodyexhibit]

High Maintenance (a Next Door Boy tale)

I’m maintenance unit ___ with the asset number ___. I’m writing this to catalogue my thoughts as I do my duties for the Next Door Boy agency. Particularly for this client whose name will not be disclosed. The routine and maintenance set up by the client practically has me logging each moment of the day.

I took a bite of the grapes, savoring the burst of juice in my mouth. This was a rare treat. With a body like this, it was a numbers game. Whoever says jocks or models aren’t bright has never seen their fitness plan. 151 grams of grapes is roughly 104 kcal, 27g carbs, and 1g of protein. With this body at its current weight and activity level, I need more protein than carbs, but I decided to splurge my daily carb limit on something as simple as grapes.

“Hey, no eating! Get back for the photoshoot,” the photographer called. I swallowed whatever grapes were in my mouth and walked back to the spot I had to pose. It’s been over an hour and I was getting bored. The photographer and his assistants spent a few minutes fussing over how low my pants should sag and how much ass should hang out. “They’re looking a bit pale,” he said, then smacked my ass. “Don’t worry about it. The guy usually lets me do much more.” The photographer smiled and lingered his hand on my ass.

My new body reacted to his touch and I felt my breath hitch, but I kept my cool. After another hour of photos, I was finally able to leave. The notes left behind by the client mentioned the photographer was a total sleaze, but he was good at his job so just let him have his fun.

This might be a dream job for some, but for me, it was just another job. I was hired after a recruiter pulled me from a temp agency. I had great reviews for consistency, reliability, and overall fitness. I wasn’t like this body.

As you can see, he’s toned beyond heck. A body forged in the kitchen and toned in the gym.

But I kept myself healthy, and the NDB agency saw value in that. You see, when a client rents a body--I mean ‘talent’--the ‘mind’ of the talent needs to go somewhere. Sometimes it’s the client’s body, but it’s usually put in a temporary body, which is me. My body was the temporary body that the talent used. And since all talent tended to be attractive, my relatively attractive body made it easier to be out of their own bodies.

I stripped off my clothes and tossed them in the hamper. I had to get ready for the family visit. A part of the client’s routine was an afternoon visit by his family. They usually brought him food. I had to pretend to eat it, but secretly toss it and make something from the recipes left for me. The client came from immigrant parents and as an Asian-American, he seemed to struggle with maintaining his lifestyle and his family ties. I mentioned the numbers game of food. The exotic meals tended to be high fat and high carbs. That was a big no-no.

“Son, you’re getting skinny!” His mother would coo. “Here, eat some of this. Why don’t you get married already?! You’re getting old and need someone to take care of you. What will happen if something happens to me?”

His parents didn’t know he was gay, and I had to pretend I was straight. Well, I was straight, but, you know, with how this body possession happens, you change what you like.

Tomorrow I had another photoshoot, but this time while I was at the gym. I would pump iron and get nice and sweaty (with help of assistants spraying me down with mist) then get photos taken. The photographer was getting more handsy with this body. It doesn’t help that I was told not relieve myself while possessing this body. I couldn’t cum or have sex. Which usually wouldn’t perturb me too much, but my new body is hyper sexual. I just feel constantly aroused.

I laid back on the bed. Now stripped of my clothes, I just allowed myself to get erect. Taking a deep breath, I felt my powerful lungs rise with my sculpted pecs. Without looking, I could feel my abs tense and harden. I tried not looking down, but unsuccessfully, I saw my new girthy cock rising up like a flagpole. It was throbbing and I felt the ache of weeks without relief. I could turn on my side and thrust against the bedsheets slowly as if I was tenderly entering a lover. I could run my hand over a pillow and pretend to follow the curves of a soft male body. Instead I started to slowly thrust upward into the air. I curled my feet below my body and I thrusted higher and higher. Then faster and faster. I was started to feel sweat dripping from my body and I could feel myself edging closer and closer to bliss. But I stopped myself as my cock started to twitch and I moaned out with straining restraint.

I collapsed back on the bed. To keep this body perfect and up to the client’s standard, I ate only a handful of grapes and bland gym food. I couldn’t touch this rich Japanese cock or live a life without lying. Frustrated, I curled up and went to sleep.

The next day after a photoshoot at the gym, I was with the sleazy photographer for another session. He had me strip the body down to nothing and had me hold a wooden plaque above my cock. His assistants weren’t there which was unusual. But when he started to move me into a pose, he was very hands on. He adjusted and readjusted the plaque, making sure to stimulate and brush against it.

“I like you in this body,” he said. “You don’t have an attitude. The guy thought he was hot shit. Of course, he couldn’t get a hook up. He was always chasing after white cock. He really wanted the American dream boy, but of course the American dream boy didn’t want him. Could you blame them? This guy hated being in his own skin and being around us. You’re different because you just accept it.”

“I sorta have to accept it. It’s out of my hands and it’s my job,” I said, barely able to focus on the conversation. I was stiff and trembling. It wasn’t cold. On the contrary it was hot. I was dripping sweat. I began to breathe heavier but that seemed to make it worse, because I could now see my meaty pecs bouncing with each breath. I started to feel self conscious and tried to cover my abs with my arm, but the slight touch on my naked boy brought a groan to my lips.

“Yeah, I like you in there alright. Let me help you,” the photographer said. He moved his hands to my chest. I tried to stop him but stopped. The notes from the client did say to let him have his fun. He placed his palm on my pec and lightly brushed my nipple. I moaned and moved closer to him. The photographer brought his mouth to the other nipple and started to playfully bite it. The sensation was mind blowing. My body trembled and I thought for sure I’d cum, but I endured and he licked his way from my nipple to abs. He ran his hands over my stomach. My cock was dripping with precum and I couldn’t focus on anything except his touch. When his mouth took in my rod, I practically screamed. He managed only a few strokes before I erupted with pleasure.

I opened my eyes. I smiled for the first time in weeks. The relief after the build up of lies and stress. The high maintenance lifestyle of this guy finally unloaded.

“That’s the first time I’ve seen you smile,” the photographer said. I thought he was speaking to man whose body I wore, briefly he thought I was him, but when it seemed he remembered, he said, “you look completely different.”

I wondered how this body’s life would be without the constant pressure to be something he wasn’t. If he finally came out to his family. If he settled for someone who loved him. If he wasn’t himself. I didn’t know how long I had in this body, and wondered what my next assignment would be.

[hecate-spawn]

When you walk in on him changing/shirtless

Obey me older brothers x GN!reader

(part 2)

What compelled me to do this? The fact people would read it and that I think "hey it's half decent" I mostly see this as a comedy thing tbh. Anyways this is my first time writing anything like this so bare with me. Sorry if it's ooc

Characters: Lucifer, Mammon, Levi, CW: fevers, slightly suggestive, cussing, lesson 21-22 spoilers, not proof read

★ Lucifer

No

Honestly there is absolutely no way you'd have this happen on accident

Fam you can try on purpose but I don't think that's going to work out since we already know Mammon tried

If you do try on purpose he's probably gonna punish you or something (a lot of you guys are kinky shits/lh so I wouldn't be surprised if you did try)

Though there was one occasion where you did see him shirtless on accident

It was during the golden hell newt syrup incident. While you were away he had been over working himself like crazy to distract himself from thinking of you. So having the syrup didn't help at all.

Dude was running a fever. He was hot af, especially in his clothes. Like, man that's a shit ton of heavy layers

Couldn't concentrate on his work thanks to his high body temp so he asks you to fetch him an ice pack

At this point he was mentally done. Over worked, over heating, golden hellfire newt syrup. His brain wasn't functioning properly

Says fuck it, and just strips. Like, takes off his coat, takes off his vest, loosens his tie and unbuttons his shirt.

And then just takes off his damn shirt.

Less than a minute later you enter the room with some human world ice coffee you made, and of course as per his request, an ice pack.

You two just stare at each for a bit out of shock. This isn't a dream right? Can't be considered that Ice pack is really cold.

After staring at each other for ten seconds Lucifer Just straight grabs the ice pack and puts it on his forehead. It's water within two minutes

"Lucifer... are you sick?" You can deduct he's obviously not doing good. His brows are furrowed and sweat is dripping off him like crazy. Then he collapsed onto you.

"I'm sorry Mc. I didn't want for you to see me like this," he manages. Still conscious, but very weak. You now get to struggle for ten minutes trying to get his 6'3, heavy, sweaty, extremely warm body onto his bed :D

Do you get to see Luci shirtless? Yeah. Did you also have a ten minute arm workout you didn't want? Yes. You got what you gave and wanted what you got. Ps he likes your iced coffee

★ Mammon

Mammon invited you to his room to help him study for his upcoming test. You were nicer than Satan or Lucifer and loads more helpful then Belphie

Forgot you were coming, thinking he had an extra thirty minutes went to go  in the community bath

When you did show up, you just opened the door. It's not that knocking was a foreign concept to you, it's that it was a foreign concept to Mammon and you thought if he didn't knock to come in your room, he wouldn't mind it if you just walked right in.

You walk in and, oh no one’s here. You brush it off and think he’s probably trying to scam people or being scolded by Lucifer

Well five minutes later Mammon walks in with a towel and enter screaming from both of you.

He calls you a pervert and you respond by throwing him a shirt and jeans.

He changes and you guys just sit in awkward silence

No homework is done. Just sitting in silence and trying to figure out what to say

At some point he just grabs your hand but doesn’t say anything, so you guys just sit in silence holding hands and it’s actually kind of nice.

Honestly this probably happens more than once.

You never bring it up. Ever.

After a while he just stops caring but it still surprises him and he feels a little embarrassed.

★ LEVIATHAN

Also a very unlikely one because he’s a shut in and has a password system with his door

But there is an occasion it happens (or else I wouldn’t be making this)

As we all know, he loves cosplaying.  And one particular day he gets a new cosplay and tells you to come over

So you do. Not much is going on anyways, and Levi is an amazing cosplayer

When you say the password no answer comes. You say it again. Nothing. So you rap your knuckles against the door

This time there’s a very muffled sound and a thud. Worried you open the door

And there you find Levi on the floor, tangled up all in his cosplay

The cosplay he ordered was a magical girl one and it was complicated as hell to put on. So many holes. Poor baby got tangled up in it and fell on the ground. Tried texting you but that failed

You stand there in shock for a minute. Mildly confused on what the fuck was happening but you pieced it together pretty quickly

“Mc please help me. I’m stuck.”

Being Leviathan’s best friend you do what he asks. Helping him figure out which are arm holes, which is a head hole and which is just a hole for fan service.

Yes you did see him partially shirtless since you two were trying to figure out how to get into that damn cosplay

The end result was actually really nice. He looked great and you helped him a little with his make up

Literally takes him half an hour to realise you saw him shirtless because he had such fun taking pictures and hanging out with you.

The minute he does he goes into his panic and shoves you out of his room.

Talks to Henry 2.0 about what just happened and how disgusted you must have been to see how unfit he was.

Can’t talk to you or look at you for nearly a week after the incident.

You eventually bring it up to him and he explains his insecurities about his body. You reassure him that you thought he looked fine and that he looked amazing

you guys cosplay together more often from then on. 

[babybearsnz]

Would you write a sunoo sick fic where he gets sick for the first time since debut and his members realize 3 things: his sneezes are absolutely adorable, he's a huge cuddle bug when sick and as soon as the fever hits he's full man cold mode, can't do a single thing and needs his members to feed him, wipe his nose, cover his mouth, tuck him in, give him his meds etc etc.

Pls consider writing this prompt I love your writing sm!!

My poor boy

Sickie: Sunoo

Caretakers: Heeseung, Jay, and Sunghoon

Relationships: Platonic

Jay’s pov:

“Jay-hyung!” It was barely morning and I never would expect someone to be up at the same time as me. This wasn’t a sound I was unfamiliar with, but it sounded more urgent this time.

“What is it—,” I started before entering the room and saw what I was getting into. “Oh, Sunoo, what happened?”

He came trudging towards me. He had bedhead, tears in his eyes, and was flushed.

He sniffled and let out a shaky breath. “I don’t feel well,” he blubbered.

I frowned as he came in for a hug and wrapped my arms around him, lightly rubbing his back. “Aw, come here, Sun.” I brought him to the couch and sat him down, still petting him. “What doesn’t feel good?”

He sniffled again and I handed him a tissue. “My head is stuffy and I’m congested and my nose is itchy.”

Proving his point, he shoved his nose into the tissue. “hehNGXTtiew! NGXTchiew!”

“Oh, bless you.” I ran my fingers through his hair. “You feel pretty warm bud, can I take your temperature?”

Sunoo shook his head, eyes welling up again. “I don’t want you to leave,” he cried and put his head on my chest.

I kissed the top of his head. “My poor boy,” I cooed. “I haven’t seen you sick since I-Land.”

“I know,” he groaned.

I sighed. “You’re gonna be okay.”

********time skip********

Jungwon and Sunghoon were next to wake up.

“What’s going on here?” Sunghoon asked in response to seeing me cuddling Sunoo.

Jungwon went full leader mode and sat beside us. “Oh no, Sunoo are you sick?”

Sunoo pouted and nodded. “Jay-hyung thinks I have a fever.”

“But he won’t let me leave him so I can check,” I added.

Sunghoon leaned over and placed a hand on Sunoo’s forehead. “I’ll grab the thermometer.”

“It’s in Fahrenheit!” He called from the bathroom.

“That’s alright if it’s the only one we have.”

He came back and ran it across the sickie’s forehead. “100.6, hyung what does that mean?”

I took his temperature again just to make sure it was accurate. “It’s not that bad,” I assured him. “About 38.1 degrees.”

“Alright,” Jungwon shrugged. “I’ll go wake Heeseung-hyung. He’s better at this stuff than I am.”

“Jay-hyung, stay!” Sunoo looked up at me with more tears in his eyes.

“I know, baby.” I kissed his head again. “I will, you’re okay.”

********time skip********

I was still cradling Sunoo’s upper body when Heeseung arrived with medicine. “Hey, Sunoo-yah,” he said before turning to me. “How high is his temp?”

“Not high,” I stated. “38.”

“Hyung,” Sunoo whined. “My body hurts.”

Heeseung offered him a couple of pills and a glass of water. “These are fever reducers and painkillers.”

He reached for the water and whimpered, saying that it hurt to move. I tried to make him more comfortable while Heeseung fed him the medicine.

Sunghoon then came around the corner with a steaming mug. “I made you some tea to help with the congestion.”

I thanked Sunghoon, speaking for Sunoo, and helped him drink. The steam worked quickly to clear his sinuses and his breath hitched. I grabbed a tissue and cupped it over his mouth and nose.

“NGXTtiew! huhNGXTtiew!”

“Bless you, buddy.” I didn’t move the tissue. “Any more?”

Sunoo shook his head and I wiped his nose. “Sorry,” he whispered.

“Don’t be sorry, it’s alright.” I put my arms back around him. “Can I make you some food or something?”

Sunoo nodded. “But I don’t want you to go.” He nuzzled his head into my upper arm.

Sunghoon perked up. “I’ll sit with you.”

Sunghoon’s pov:

I took Jay’s place acting as Sunoo’s body pillow and Jay headed for the kitchen. We decided to turn on a movie. Sunoo had his head on my lap and I stroked his head. I wasn’t sure what Jay was cooking, but it smelled good to me.

The spices seemed to be bothering the sickie. His breath was wavering and he kept rubbing his nose on his shoulder.

“You okay?”

Sunoo sniffled. “I have to sneeze, my nose is itchy,” he whined. “It’s not coming.”

“Aw, I’m sorry.” I frowned.

His breath hitched over and over again. “hehTIEW!”

“Bless you. Feel better?” I received a shake of the head in return and I laughed. “Your sneezes are too cute and tiny to help anything.”

Heeseung poked his head in suddenly. “Hey bud, can I take your temperature again?” Thankfully, it came back a bit lower. “Feeling any better?”

Sunoo nodded. “Less sore, but my nose is really itchy now.”

“That’s no fun. You’re due for more meds, here.”

Sunoo accepted and Jay finally came trotting in with a bowl of food. ”I made your favorite!”

Sunoo smiled. “Tteokbokki?” He sat up slowly and took the bowl before bringing a hand up to his face.

“huhTIEW!” He rubbed at his nose again.

“Aw, bless,” Jay said.

“Kiyeopda, bless you.” Heeseung chimed in.

I patted Sunoo’s head. “Still itchy?”

“A little better.”

Jay laughed. “The spices should help.”

Sunoo ate about half of his dish, taking bites between unsteady breaths, before quickly covering his face with a tissue.

“huhTIEW! TIEW! hetTCHiew! huhTCHiew!”

Heeseung rubbed his back. “Wow, bless you!”

Sunoo quietly thanked him and took a few more bites.

All of a sudden, I heard a gasp come from beside me. Startled, my head whipped around to see Sunoo gearing up for another sneeze.

“hahTIEW! ehTCHIEW! hehTCHIII!” He sniffled and blew his nose.

“Bless you!” Jay hugged Sunoo, taking back his job as cuddle buddy.

“I bet that felt good,” I laughed. “How’s your nose?”

Sunoo grinned, relieved. “Perfect.”

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Skyloft headcanons

I’m a dweeb and I did a bunch of science review on stuff and got this.

1. The cloud barrier is at 10,000ft/3km elevation. I went skydiving at 13,000ft (it was awesome) and it seemed appropriate to put Skyloft at that height, so the area that people can freely fly their loftwings ranges from 10,000--25,000ft, or 3--8km, and Skyloft is around 13,000ft/4km elevation.

2. Typically riders fly up to 20,000ft and only the really experienced ones climb the extra 5k because this area approaches the “Death Zone” - this is the point where you cannot survive here for more than a few hours because of such a lack of oxygen in the air. This is a real thing, it’s at 25,000ft or 8km elevation, and this is the elevation where many hikers die climbing Mt Everest. So it’s a thing in The Sky too.

3. It’s naturally colder the higher you go because the atmosphere is thinner. This is a fact. Technically, this means the people of Skyloft would likely be physiologically adapted to the cold. They would have more brown fat on them, which is fat that is designed to retain heat without creating shivering and energy consumption in the body - so Skyloftians might be a bit stockier, though not looking overweight. Another real adaptation that is possibly noted in humans is an increased metabolic rate. In the context of my headcanon, then, that means Skyloftians are stockier and eat way more than the average Hylian.

4. There are seasons in The Sky since the earth’s rotation still affects them. They’re called Cold Season and Warm Season. Because they need to be able to survive off the vegetation and water, Hylia blessed the sky islands to remain within a certain temperature range rather than plummet into freezing temps in the Cold Season. The average Skyloft temperature is 40-65 F or 4-18 C.

5. They’re too high for rain, unless you count the thunder cloud, so on the Surface when it rains they don’t have a word for it. They call rain “tears from the sky.” Instead of saying “it’s raining,” Link would say “the sky is crying.” It was extremely alarming the first time it happened during his journey.

6. At their elevation, Skyloft is exposed to more sunlight (less protection from the atmosphere and clouds). As such, they produce more melanin and all have a good tan. Also, the air is dryer up there, so their skin is naturally oilier than a Hylian.

7. Thinner atmosphere = less oxygen. As such, these guys adapted just like anyone who lives at a higher elevation: they produce more hemoglobin in their blood to capture as much oxygen as possible to make up for everything their body needs, especially if they’re running at a higher basic metabolic rate due to cold adaptation. When Link and Zelda go to the Surface, then, they have more hemoglobin than they need, which means their body absorbs more oxygen than it needs, which means they get this lovely syndrome called hyperoxia, or oxygen toxicity. Signs and symptoms include headache, dizziness, confusion, coughing, seizures, and eventual death if untreated. Impa had to help Zelda adjust, which she did quickly when she noticed Zelda was ill the first day or two. Link, however, being in a hurry, did not notice when he started having headaches, didn’t think twice when he’d have coughing fits, until he collapsed into a full on seizure in the sacred spring at the Forest Temple and Fi had to get him out of there. Since then, Zelda and Link christened it Surface Sickness, and the way they and everyone else handles it is by taking it easy their first day or two on the Surface with occasional flights to higher elevations to help their bodies adapt. Eventually the body realizes it doesn’t need all this hemoglobin that it produced and it adjusts accordingly.

8. Skyloftians naturally adapt to higher elevations like Skyloft far faster than they adapt to the Surface. If Link and Zelda visit Skyloft for a day, they get Surface Sickness when they go back to their settlement even though they spend more time on the Surface as a general rule than in Skyloft post-adventure.

[inkadink17]

(I can’t really remember or find the og oc bio temp maker I am so sorry.)

Hazbin Hotel Oc

(Also before I get into this yes I Stan the three Vees as they are it’s just a nice thought to think of a forth is all)

General info

♡ Name :

King Victor || of the kingdom of Fhackdishite

♡ Nicknames/Alises :

King Victor

Vic (Vox)

Your majesty

Your highness

Ancient bastard (velvet)

Senile dust dick (Valentino)

Good friend (Alastor)

College (Vox)

♡ Date of Death : 1200s (medieval/Middle Ages)

♡ Age: 60s

♡ Species : Dragon demon

♡ Sex : Male

♡ Gender : Male

♡ Birthdate : 6/25

♡ Height : 6’4

♡ Weight : 164 lbs

♡ Alignment : Lawful Evil

♡ Sexuality : Heterosexual

♡ Current Occupation : Overlord (Vee)

☽♠ Appearance ♠☾

♤ Body Type : shit, idk

♤ Skin Color/Fur Color : purple (dragon form)

♤ Hair Style : none

♤ Hair Color : none

♤ Hair Texture : none

♤ Eye Color : red

♤ Eye Shape : almond

♤ Nose Shape : snout

♤ Mouth Shape : big dragon mouth?? IDK

♤ Teeth : resembles dragon

♤ Body Modifications :

stitches around his neck (decapitated in life)

Wings

Fiery tail

♤ Work Outfit :

King robe

Hood (to hide dragon form)

Gloves

crown

King attire

♤ Casual Outfit :

#1: look at me being the best single dad and shit shirt that velvet got him/king pants (pajama pants with crowns on them)

#2: turtle neck/sweat pants

♤ Formal wear :

Still king attire lol

♤ Sleep wear :

Naked

♤ Swimwear :

We swims in his dragon form (aka naked sorta)

☽♣ Personality ♣☾

Positive traits

♣ responsible

♣ hard working

♣ romantic (if right person is met)

♧ Negative Traits (See above for traits)

♣ controlling

♣ aggressive

♣ egocentric

♧ Likes

♣ books

♣ being king

♣ teaching the other Vees about responsibility

♣his minions (teeny tiny tin horsemen, maids, ect..)

♧ Dislikes

♣ the other Vees acting irresponsibly

♣ Modern Technology

♣ Valentinos Vulgar behavior

♣ velvet commenting on his age

♣ anyone who opposes him

♧ Hobbies :

giving orders

Golf

Going to the gym with velvet

Gossiping with velvet

Reading

♧ Weaknesses:

♣ Phobias :

Autophobia/Monophobia (fear of being alone

♣ Pet Peeves :

dishes left in the sink

Last minute calls

Feeling like a babysitter to the other Vees

Velvet making him help her pick an outfit

Being pushed around

♣ General Weakness :

Being alone

♧ Strengths

♣ Skills : knitting/ good hand writing/gives great advice

☽♦ Magic/Fighting ♦☾

♢ Fighter or Hider? :

He’ll fight if he has too, in the case that the other Vees are in danger, otherwise he hides in V tower

♢ Powers

♦ Description : he can breath fire and fly like an actual dragon

♦ Strength :

sturdy scales on skin

Very powerful when large

♦ Weakness :

being alone, again

Angelic weapons

♢ Weapon of Choice :

Horsemen

College

☽♥ Stats ♥☾

♡ Health : ★★★

♡ Physical Strength : ★★★★★

♡ Speed : ★★★

♡ Agility : ★★★★

♡ Smarts : ★★★★★

♡ Charisma : ★★★

♡ Luck : ★★

♡ Work Ethic : ★★★★

♡ Wisdom : ★★★★★

☽♠ Relationships ♠☾

♤ Mother

Unknown (most likely executed after his birth)

♤ Father

♠ Name : King Victor |

♠ Status : unknown

♠ Relationship Status : his father is a role model to him

♤ Sibling(s)

Unknown

♤ Pet(s)

Pet cat named Cheshire

♤ Significant other

None

♤ Ex(‘s)

-Beatrice

-Celestina

-Elizabeth

-Alice

-Colette

-Miranda

-Genevieve

-Joan

-Brunhilde

(Wives, beheaded)

♤ Crush

None

☽♣ Previous life ♣☾

♧ there isn’t much to say about his past, He ruled a King in the medieval times in the kingdom of Fhakdishite, he got married 9 times and beheaded each of his wives and was beheaded himself.

☽♦ Fun Facts ♦☾

♢ He has an allergy to wheat bread

♢Every time he turns on his phone, he calls one of the Vees over to help him work the damn thing (he can’t send a text to save his life)

♢Only the other Vees have seen what he looks like under the hood

♢He doesn’t admit it but he considers the other Vees his children

[apopticghoul]

GHOUL FEVER!

indulging in BOTH my special interests at once? hell fuckin yeah, here is some ghoul headcannons about what happens when they get a fever

(note the safe range for every ghoul would go up a degree when they are in heat, i think. also all degrees are in celsius)

Fire: Their body temperature is naturally in what would be considered “fever range” for humans. Their average body temperature is probably around 39-40 degrees Celsius, and when they go into fever their temperature would be around 45, with death occurring at around 60 degrees. I think they can handle a lot more heat than most elements and that is why the death temperature is so high. if they had a fever water might steam around them. Fevers are one of the few times that fire ghouls do not benefit from being in a warm environment. Water and air ghouls are usually called in to help them cool down. However, giving them a few smouldering embers can help them to recover. And, it is also essential to make sure the fire ghoul does not become too cold whilst trying to help them recover, because they have a very low tolerance for cold temperatures.

Water: Water ghouls, on the other hand, are usually quite cold. Their natural body temperature range would be around 32-34 degrees Celsius and therefore they could be more susceptible to certain pathogens. Maybe they have an excellent immune system or natural defences to combat this. They would be seriously unwell at 38 degrees, and death could occur at around 42. Surrounding them in their element will speed up the healing drastically, so they usually chill in a bath or lake. Ice can sometimes help as well, if they are extremely overheated.

Air: Air ghouls have a great tolerance for low temperatures, but not a very good tolerance for high temperatures. Their body temperature is, however, naturally at 38. This is to keep them warm enough and functioning in the cold wind of the sky. During an infection, they are in serious danger if their temperature climbs above 45 degrees. Their fever is pretty similar to humans, except their baseline temperature is slightly higher than ours.

Earth: An earth ghoul’s body temperature doesn’t fluctuate very much. So, in the rare cases that an earth ghoul catches a fever, it can be very subtle. Their body temperature is around 36 degrees baseline, slightly colder than humans. However, they have a very high tolerance for severe temperatures, so their fever would become fatal at around 50 degrees. Thus, it is very hard for them to die by fever (or hypothermia for that matter). During an infection, their fever would probably break at around 38 degrees, or 39 degrees if they’re unlucky. 

Quintessence: As they are healers, they would rarely get a fever. However, when they do catch one, it’s bad. They need to be isolated from other ghouls as all the extra energy can overwhelm them in this state, and they find it hard to regulate their emotions (and the emotions of others) as they usually would. Also, if something has infected a quintessence ghoul it is probably deadly to other ghouls, so they should isolate for other’s safety. I think they would be the closest to humans in body temperature, at around 37 degrees. I also think that they could be fucking freezing because quintessence apparently makes up all celestial bodies and space is cold as FUCK. But if I think about the ghouls as living, breathing creatures and not just bundles of smoke then that would be out of the picture. So i believe they would be the closest to humans in temp. I will incorporate the celestial theme by allowing them to survive temperatures up to 85-90 degrees… any more than that and any living thing would boil alive, so…

[thessalian]

Thess vs Resignations

So today’s been made of pain, disbelief, and schadenfreude.

The pain’s a simple one - it has been a very bad pain day. I mean, I rested yesterday and everything, but holy HELL. I mean, it didn’t help that Temp left any bit of typing longer than maybe a minute and a half for me to do with such obvious cherry-picking that it was surreal. Well, sorry, Temp, but Scruffman put me in charge of digging up results for referral cases and I had two emails full of names to look up because - and maybe I’m wrong for doing this and must be in your philosophy - I actually do the parts of my job I don’t like. I don’t need to do the things you don’t like too, and didn’t have time today. Get fucked.

Sorry. I get really grumpy on days like this.

Anyway, the disbelief and schadenfreude have been kind of running shifts in my head since yesterday evening, because this government just hit drama levels the likes of which not even the most tempestuous of fandoms has ever had on Tumblr. Yes, that is the comparison I’m making because it’s that performative, excessive ... and frankly useless.

See, at about 6pm, Johnson received two resignation letters. The first was from one Mr Javid, the Health Minister, just after 6pm. About ten minutes later, he got the second - from one Mr Sunak, the Chancellor of the Exchequer. Both cited moral reasons for resigning. Which ... look, yes, but if you consider “I hired a sex pest and lied about knowing he was a sex pest when I hired and then promoted him” worse than “I partied while people were forced to be alone at funerals, childbirth, and their own fucking deathbeds because of the rules I made but refused to follow” and “I’m totally backing my Foreign Secretary’s illegal plan to send refugees to Rwanda while lying about Rwanda’s human rights record” ... and let’s not forget “I’m not locking down; let the bodies pile high in their thousands”... Anyway, if all of that plus dozens upon dozens of broken promises, broken ministerial code items, broken laws both national and international wasn’t enough to get someone forced to work with the jackass to resign, then it feels disingenuous to resign over a fairly standard chumocracy bit of bullshit that ... well, the only reason it doesn’t fit with the standard misogynist bullshit in the House of Commons (where the Deputy PM winked really creepy at Angela Rayner, the Shadow Deputy, during a Prime Minister’s Questions they were both at, and a statement made that the only reason Johnson didn’t perform well in Commons one time was because Angela Rayner pulled a Basic Instinct on him and distracted him from his ‘honed Oxbridge debate skills’ with tempting flashes of gusset) is that this Pincher dude was groping men while drunk.

Anyway, that opened the floodgates, and today, about two dozen members of parliament have resigned. Though, again, if they hadn’t resigned by that point (like the two ethics advisors Johnson’s had since he took office did; still don’t know if they found a replacement), it’s disingenuous as fuck to resign now. But they’re doing it to make a point, mostly within their own party - that Johnson has to go.

A cabinet delegation (which included one Ms Patel, the boomerang bigot who’s big into shipping refugees to Rwanda if she’s not allowed to drown them in the channel by swamping their little rubber boats with navy vessels) went to him and said the same thing: “It’s over. You’re done. You must resign”. Same thing as happened to Thatcher back in the day, when she won her Vote of No Confidence by a fair few more votes than Johnson did his awhile back, by the way.

The thing is ... Thatcher, in perhaps the one decent thing she did in her entire prime ministerial career, actually resigned when they came to her. Johnson, on the other hand, is refusing. Two dozen resignations, two in hugely important positions (and Johnson replaced resigned Chancellor of the Exchequer Sunak with a guy who had a fairly recent scandal about claiming the heating bills for his fucking stables as expenses and thus on the taxpayer’s dime, just by the way), a ministerial delegation with some of his greatest supporters outright telling him to resign ... and he just says, “Nope! Nope, I am staying!” He really does just think that rules and morals and consequences are things that happen to other people.

.................And now, while we’re waiting for confirmation on this one, the fucking Northern Ireland Secretary just resigned. Hate to think who Johnson’s going to replace him with...

I have no idea what happens now. The government is very literally falling apart at the seams and sitting in the middle of it is Johnson, kicking his feet and screaming like a toddler who won’t leave the playpen. I have the fear.

[sonomalavender456]

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[chandlercoleman]

Introducing Chandler Coleman!

BIRTH NAME :  Chandler Vivian Coleman ALIAS  /  NICKNAME :  Channy, Chan, Chandler Bing, Bing-a-ling AGE :  27 DATE  OF  BIRTH : February 2, 1995 PLACE OF BIRTH : Grand Rapids, MI RESIDENCE :  Point Breeze TW : Teen pregnancy, adoption, death

EDUCATION : Mortician’s degree OCCUPATION :  Unemployed

GENDER :  Female PRONOUNS : She/Her SEXUALITY :  Bisexual

FACECLAIM :  Greta Onieogou

HAIR COLOR : Brunette EYE  COLOR :  Brown HEIGHT : 5′8″ BUILD : Slim SCENT :  Warm vanilla sugar

TATTOOS :  The name “Kelsey” on her wrist,  PIERCINGS :  Ears BEAUTY HABITS : Does skin care every night, wears light makeup

ZODIAC : Aquarius TEMPERAMENT : Sanguine HOGWARTS HOUSE :  Gryffindor ELEMENT : Water

CLOTHING :  Dresses, boots, denim jackets, shorts HAIR STYLE : Medium, curly

PHYSICAL AILMENTS :  None ALLERGIES : Pollen

EATING HABITS : Anything she feels like EXERCISE HABITS : Yoga, SLEEPING HABITS :  Gets about 8 hours, heavy sleeper

SOCIABILITY : Emotive

BODY  TEMP :  97.9 ADDICTIONS :  None DRUG  USE :  Marijuana ALCOHOL USE :  Occasionally

POSITIVE  TRAITS :  Friendly, compassionate, headstrong NEGATIVE TRAITS : Stubborn, reckless PHOBIAS :  Bugs FEARS :  Not finding love

HOBBIES :  Reading, drawing, cleaning up the earth HABITS :  Doodles, plays with hair USUAL DEMEANOR : Happy

FATHER :  Unknown MOTHER : Selene Lucas (biological, doesn’t know), Penelope & Carla Coleman (adoptive) SIBLINGS :  Alejandro Coleman (adoptive), Anthony Fowler (adoptive) PARTNERS : TBD CHILDREN :  None

INSPIRATIONS :  Lennon (I Know What You Did Last Summer), Ki (Outer Banks)

BIOGRAPHY

It’s funny how there are moments in one’s life that happened and they’ll never know what it was that got them to the place they are today. For Chandler, it was the first six months of her life. Well, unless one counted the nine months she spent in the womb. Being a product of what was disguised as young love, her birth mother was left to deal with the aftermath on her own when not only her boyfriend dipped out on her, but her parents refused to help. The stubborn young girl that she was, she decided she’d do it on her own. For a while, it worked. She was able to stay with her aunt until the baby came that she swore was a boy, but was surprised to find she had a girl. She still gave the girl the name she planned from her favorite show and it was Chandler. 

Things definitely changed after she was born. The young mother quickly learned that raising a baby was harder than she thought. The baby was up and crying at all times it seemed and she wasn’t getting the hang of learning what cries meant one. After a hard night, she decided to put the baby up for adoption and by the time the little girl was six months, she was adopted by Penelope and Carla Coleman and not by her choice or her adoptive mothers choice either, that was the last she ever saw of her birth mother.

The perk about being adopted so young was that Chandler didn’t remember how it was before or her birth mother’s face when she handed her over. A bigger perk, however, was that she got to experience love and family that much quicker. She knew she and her siblings were all adopted, but that was never a matter for a moment. They were family and that’s all that ever needed to matter. And from day one, she loved them all; especially Alejandro.

Having older siblings, Chandler was quick to learn to walk so she could chase them around and they definitely helped her learn to talk almost as fast. By the time she was getting to elementary school, she could read and write and was as smart as a little girl could be. She was a social butterfly, too, and always had a smile on her face. And as she started to get popular amongst her peers, she never let that stop her from being kind to everyone and making sure they had a friend in her if they needed one.

Chandler was the exact same in high school, except now she had the power of her sibling’s reputation on her side then the power of being a cheerleader added to it. She created an anti-bullying rule in her school and helped try to keep it as great as she could and then created a club to go around and clean up the town. With how she was, most believed she would go into politics or something, but the young woman surprised everyone by saying she had no idea what she was going to do. 

After graduation, she decided she wanted to do some traveling, so with the help of her moms, she ended up going to a few places before finding herself in New York City and falling in love. She quickly made herself a friend and got a job at Coyote Ugly as a bartender. She loved every minute of it and she moved in with some of the girls she became friends with. They all were extremely close, especially Chandler and Kelsey, and it was everything Chandler wanted for her life.

After a few years, she decided she wanted to finally go to school and while working at the bar, Chandler started taking classes to become a mortician. It was an interesting choice, that she knew, but that was something she liked about it and continued to as she graduated four years later. She then got a job at a funeral home in the city, quit bartending, and started working. Things were going fine and then one day, she got to work and had the shock of her life; the person she was supposed to work on was Kelsey. The two hadn’t talked in a few weeks due to just being busy and the last few days, Chandler had really stayed off social media and didn’t talk to anyone outside her moms. In a panic, she read how she died and it was from a car accident and the girl was in tears on the floor until the other mortician came in to find her.

Days passed and the only thing she could think of was that she needed to leave town. She would never be able to do the job again, let alone stop seeing Kelsey, the woman she secretly loved, like that. So, she decided to pack up and head to somewhere she knew she’d be safe; Bridgeport. Her brothers were there and she felt that she needed them now more than ever. She didn’t bother to call, figuring showing up would be the best plan, and she drove straight there.

[leebrontide]

So Your Temperate Home is Suddenly an Arctic Hellscape

As -10F hits area’s of the US who’ve never seen such temperatures in living memory, I wanted to give some tips from a Minnesotan who’s lived with these temps as a part of my life for 37 years.

1) Don’t Get Cocky. People used to these temps may laugh at our southern neighbors freaking out about the cold because yes, some parts of the US get such temps regularly every year. These people are being ignorant assholes. Our houses are mandated to have insulation that few of your homes will have. We pretty much all have huge puffy coats, and have well established winter weather gear drives for homeless and poor folks every year. We have expensive, well equipped infrastructure for cope with these temps and with large amounts of snow. You don’t. When it comes down to it, Minnesotans know to respect the cold temps- it’s just that a lot of the ways that do it are so commonplace as to be invisible to those who already have these habits.

2) Don’t go out wet. Dry your hair or stay inside. You will loose a lot of heat if you’re wet. Same for sweat, and wet diapers. And clothes with snow on them are now WET CLOTHES. Change into dry clothes as soon as possible.

3) If you have a shitty car battery or a car that sometimes struggles to start, then try not to use it. You’re unlikely to get the kind of temps where it’s impossible to start an engine (I’ve only experienced those temps a few times. Once my eyelashes froze shut and I almost froze to death in my own back yard. Don’t be like young me. Respect the cold.) If your car doesn’t start, you could be stranded somewhere, and realistically your area’s emergency services may be pretty overrun. 

4) Very cold air doesn’t hold moisture well. Plan for extra hydration for people, pets, and plants. Even if your staying in- most home heaters pull cold air from outside, then dry it out even MORE in the process of heating it. Dehydration is a thing. Even if your home’s heater has a humidifier attached to it (if you’re not sure, then it probably doesn’t.) it’s a good idea to drink extra water. Right now I have a few pots of water just left out by heaters to evaporate as much as possible. My mom used to just heat huge camping pots on the stove all day in cold temps. Remember, dry nasal passages really muck up your bodies ability to fight airborne illness. This is not a great time for that.

5) Help out homeless folks in your area in any way you can. These temps can and do kill. And since we have more evictions than any society can conscionably defend this year, we have high numbers of homeless people. Which means area supports for unhoused folks are often underfunded and over-taxed. 

6) Let your faucets drip. I know nobody likes to waste water but if your pipes freeze they will literally explode. Your home will flood. My mother’s kitchen got completely destroyed and it traumatized my childhood dog. Justa  bit of moving warm water will safeguard you from that.

7) Do. Not. Burn. Propane. Indoors. 

8) Plan for potential power outages. Ice on the lines can cause this and again, your infrastructure isn’t prepped for this. Unplug anything in your home you’re not using to do your part to help prevent rolling blackouts.

9) Driving on ice is a SKILL. Your roads may be filled with people who do not have that skill. Please please, stay off the roads if you can- even if you have this skill these roads will not be prepped and will, again, be full of people who don’t know how to do this because it just hasn’t come up that much in their life.

Stay safe and stay kind, folks! 

[onlyswan]

summary: in which it’s your turn to take care of jungkook.

> fluff / wc: 3k

> warnings: jk got a high fever and a runny nose >:( mention of throwing up but it doesn’t actually happen, lmk if i missed anything tysm !

note: hi hehe as always share your thoughts i love reading them ^__^

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“do you hate me or something?”

“lie. down.” you say sternly, trying to make your boyfriend take you seriously.

your hands are too small compared to the size of his biceps, but you hold them with a considerably firm grip anyway.

“you can’t keep complaining about your headache if you keep on moving around. your body is begging for a break.”

“i’m not a baby.” he whines out, but he eventually gives up and falls back on the soft pillows resting against the white headboard. “it’s just a silly flu.”

“the silly flu is protecting you, silly. aren’t you supposed to be the smarter one in science in this relationship?”

he doesn’t answer. instead, he pulls you on top of him and embraces you, nosing at your collarbone which is one of the spots your perfume smells the strongest. he breathes you in, closing his eyes in attempt to soothe the thrumming pain on his head. you chuckle at his soft gestures. you knew it. he always gotta put up a fight first.

you gently caress his hair to further help him relax against your body. you grow even more worried at how you can literally feel the warmth radiating from him. “you are a baby after all.”

“shut up. my head hurts.” he mumbles quietly, hiding his embarrassment.

“if i see you dancing around again, i’ll use the heart shaped handcuffs to keep you on the bed. like i’m not even joking.”

he looks up to you and juts out his bottom lip, eyes slightly glassy from the headache caused by his stupid fever. you hold back a sigh at the sight of your poor jungkook, pressing a kiss on his warm and rosy cheek.

“yah, don’t taint the pink heart handcuffs with unpleasant memories.”

“be good for me then. let me take care of you, hmm? eat some soup, take your meds, then sleep.” you sweetly coax him into letting you nurse him back into health, worried eyes darting around his face to analyze how he’s currently feeling.

he presses his lips in a thin line, making his dimples pop out (you resist the urge to kiss them too). the thing is he knows he should give his body a rest, but he just absolutely hates doing nothing. the need to be productive every second of every day prevails in any given situation. which he realizes isn’t entirely good for him anymore.

“if you get sicker, you’d get stuck here for longer too. i only see a win-win situation here, baby.” you add in a warning, brushing his bangs away from his eyes.

“okay, okay. take good care of me, please.” he sniffles, nuzzling his face against your neck.

he raises the white flag, and a taste of victory at last.

you pull away to reach for the box of tissues on the nightstand, handing it to him. “good boy. blow your nose first.”

he quickly frowns at the nickname, hiding the satisfaction he gets from the praise. you get off his lap to pick up his dirty toe socks scattered on the floor, going out of the room to toss them on the laundry basket as he deals with his congested nose. he throws the crumpled tissues on the trash bin you placed right beside the bed, mostly for the purpose of him not having to stumble into the bathroom to throw up incase he becomes nauseous.

when you come back in the room, jungkook is already looking at you expectantly like a puppy waiting to be fed. you sit beside him on the bed, pointing the thermometer at his forehead to check his temperature.

you blink up to him in disbelief. “i can’t believe you were dancing around with a 39.1°C temp.”

he winces at your words. “no wonder i feel like shit.”

“yeah, jungkook, no shit.” you sigh, slightly upset with him for not telling you sooner that he’s not feeling well. “lie down while i cook your soup, okay? it will be quick.”

you wait until he’s fully laying on his back. “do you feel more comfy with or without the blanket?”

he pauses for a few seconds before shrugging. “without. i feel suffocated with it on me.”

“i figured.” you respond quietly, pulling the blanket on the side. “wear socks though, so you’re not cold.”

your boyfriend smiles at you innocently, wiggling his toes as you put on his socks for him. you can’t help but to smile as well, shaking your head at his dorky antics. why is he being so cute? he likes being taken care of after all. you press a kiss on his forehead, leaving the room but not without a reminder to stay put. for the love of god.

while you wait for the soup to get cooked, you come back carrying a towel and a large bowl of cold water. you carefully set the bowl over the nightstand, dipping the entire towel in the water before wringing it.

you make sure it’s not too cold before you start running it across his warm skin. you focus on his neck, wrists, armpits, and the behind of his knees. he watches you with droopy eyes, both from the fever and the love endlessly flowing in his veins. though his head is painfully heavy at the moment, it isn’t lost on him that you are the person he loves most in the world. your touch is always so tender, and your gaze appreciative as if observing a piece of art. he won’t say it out loud or else he’d get scolded for enjoying being sick, but there’s nowhere else in the world he’d rather be right now.

you bring out another towel from the drawer, doing the same thing as before but this time you leave it laying across his forehead.

“i kind of feel cold now.” he informs you quietly. his pretty doe eyes aimlessly tug at your heartstrings.

you slowly drag the blanket over him. “full body?”

“just my upper.” you nod, wrapping his torso with the blanket to give him his much needed warmth.

“all good now?”

he sneaks out his thumb from the blanket to give you the ‘okay’ sign. look, you’re far too aware that your jungkook is sick, but you also can’t help but to swoon over how adorable he is right now.

on most days, he’s your super tall and super strong boyfriend who does the caring and protecting. you must admit that you are a needy partner, however, he also often doesn’t realize that you love giving care as much as you love being taken care of. he mentally and emotionally thrives off being independent (which you wholeheartedly adore about him, being stubborn is another story though), so this is one of the very rare occasions you can fully unleash your nurturing side.

he pours his soul in everything that he does: be it performing, boxing, painting, or making music. and many more. many, many more. he deserves a quick pause, atleast. and you want to be there for him in every moment.

—

you enter the room carrying a brown tray with both hands. a warm bowl of soup, his water tumbler, and the medicine are sitting on it, waiting to be consumed by jungkook.

he drops his phone beside him and raise his hands in surrender, greeting you with an innocent face. “i just texted my manager. i promise.”

“okay? i didn’t say anything.” you chuckle lightheartedly. you kick the door closed, setting the tray on the foot of the bed for a moment. you clear the nightstand to put the tray over it instead to avoid spillage on the covers.

you remove the towel from his forehead since he needs to eat, leaving it soaked in the bowl on the floor. “how do you feel?”

“a bit better. but still shitty.” he juts out his bottom lip again to purposely gain more sympathy from you. “i miss your kisses.”

“sorry. no kisses on the lips until you recover.” you give him another kiss on the cheek instead.

he lets out a disgruntled noise, clearly not satisfied with that type of kisses.

a laugh escapes your mouth at his childishness. “another initiative for you to get better then, my love. now eat up.”

“i’m never getting sick again. this is the worst.” he mutters under his breath as you guide him into sitting up against the headboard again.

once he’s settled, you take the bowl in your hands and scoop up a spoonful of the soup. you touch it with your top lip lightly to check if it’s still too hot, which you discover is not, so you carefully feed it to jungkook with a steady (this is you trying) hand. he swallows it down, smiling at you blithely.

“that’s the closest i’ll get to a kiss for now, huh?”

“i’m sure you’ll survive just fine without my kisses for a few days.” you roll your eyes with an amused smile, feeding him another spoonful.

he glares at you with accusing eyes. “that is the most ridiculous sentence i’ve ever heard from you. it’s like you don’t know me at all! your kisses fuel my life force, don’t you know?” he opens his mouth right after to welcome the spoon once again.

“well, you’ve never told me that out loud. now i know.” you grab some tissue from the box to wipe the side of his lips. “don’t get upset with me now. i’ll give you a million kisses when you get better.”

“you better.” he answers cheekily before parting his lips and pointing at the bowl. “it tastes good.”

his compliment makes you feel a little proud, more so when he finishes the entire bowl. by the end, the spoon and his lip ring made a clanging sound together which caused him to giggle with the spoon trapped in his mouth. a few drops spilled on his white shirt, which is why you’re currently stripping it off him.

“i haven’t seen this shirt in years.” he randomly comments as you put the baby pink shirt over his head.

“i bring out a lot of your old clothes so you can wear them again even just at home. there’s too many.” you explain to him, jumping off the bed once he’s all dressed to make him take his medicine next.

you sit next to him, waiting for him to swallow while holding his tumbler in your hands. “you know what? you’re too good to me.” he tells you with the tablet resting between his teeth.

“that’s not true, baby. i’m just loving on you.” you reassure him, giving him a soft smile. the straw of the tumbler pops out, and his plushy lips envelop it as he sips enough water to wash down the tablet, and then some more to keep himself hydrated. you place the tumbler beside his pillow for easier access later.

“i feel so much better now. thank you.”

he bends forward and tilts his face to the side, (not so) subtly asking for a kiss on the cheek despite his previous reaction to it earlier. and who are you to refuse him? you gently hold his face in your hands and give him a kiss on each cheek. you also notice that his temperature has gone down a little based on how his soft skin feels under your touch. he grins at you in sheer delight, sinking back into the bed.

“i’ll just clean up a bit then we can take a nap together. you need to take your meds again after four hours.”

he only hums in reply, once again entertaining himself with watching you move around the room before disappearing from sight. you leave the dirty dishes in the sink and you hang the towel on the clothing rack to dry while you postpone doing the laundry.

you come back in your shared room (yes, another again), taking clothes from the closet and entering the bathroom to take one of the quickest showers of your life. you don’t even finish blow drying your hair because god, you just want to hold jungkook in your arms all night long.

—

jungkook visibly perks up upon seeing you come out of the bathroom, doe eyes lighting up as if a thousand lanterns are floating in front of him. he attentively sprays alcohol all over his hands after blowing his nose for health measures, not wanting you to experience the same thing he is currently going through.

you crawl on the bed after turning off the main light and turn on the lamps on each sides of the bed instead. you realize it’s barely ten o’clock in the evening when you briefly glance at the clock.

with a sigh, you finally lean on the pillows right beside him to take a rest too. you make sure to leave no space between the two of you, but your boyfriend has another plan in mind. next thing you know he’s nudging you to the edge of the bed, to which you have no choice but to follow despite your confusion.

“you’re my pillow.” he gives context nonchalantly, laying his head on your outstretched thighs. he flutters his eyelashes at you, which you recognize as a signal that he needs some more affection.

“you’re such a baby.” you giggle, caressing his hair softly. “are you all comfy down there?”

“hmm, yeah. you’re the best.” a small smile plays on his lips.

he turns over to the side a moment later to face you. he puts his abandoned pillow between his thighs before nuzzling his face against your stomach, almost purring from the utter peace and comfort enveloping him. you’re embarrassed of the possibility that he might hear or feel the wings of the butterflies fluttering around in there, far too in love with the man who made a home out of your lap to contain the giddiness overwhelming your body.

“are you cold?” you ask him quietly after a minute or two of silence.

“a bit. will you please move the blanket higher?” you adhere to his request, pulling the blanket up to his shoulder.

he sighs in relief. then he pops one eye open to ask you for one last thing. “please put on a movie too?”

jungkook fun fact: he likes falling asleep to background noise sometimes. you don’t really mind it yourself because . . . well, another jungkook fun fact: he snores. a lot. oh, you still remember the cute pout adorning his face when you and his parents were exchanging stories about his snoring over christmas dinner. so yes, you’ve grown pretty much accustomed to hearing different sorts of noises and peacefully falling asleep to them.

“of course, love.” you reach for the remote hiding under your pillow, flipping through the endless movie titles on netflix until you settled with the ghibli film ‘spirited away’. it’s been quite a while since you’ve last seen it, so it’ll be nice to have it refreshed in your memory.

he seems pleased with what he’s hearing in the movie so far, nothing too loud that will worsen his headache. if anything, it’s soothing him. he keeps his eyes closed and eases himself back into your touch, breathing in the sweet and fruity scent of your body wash and the fresh laundry hugging your body. drowsiness seeps into his bones, pulling him deeper into the embrace of sleep. and in a blink of an eye, he disconnects from reality and shuts down.

you already find yourself enjoying the movie, the familiar atmosphere of the scenes making you somewhat nostalgic and somber. nonetheless, they are feelings that you welcome with open arms. you look down at your boyfriend every now and then, not only to check on his current state but also to admire how peaceful and pretty he looks with his bare face. it is a breathtaking sight you will never grow tired of.

minutes later, jungkook tosses around and faces the other side for a more comfortable sleeping position. his eyes open then close, before he’s opening them again in pure surprise and fascination.

“ohhh, whoa whoa- why are her parents suddenly pigs?! this animation looks cr-”

you gasp out loud, heart beating out of your chest in shock. he will never give you peace today, it seems. “you scared me! aren’t you supposed to be asleep?”

“i am asleep. i just saw the screen on accident.” he explains himself with a whiny voice, burying his face on your thighs this time around.

“go back to sleep then. you need it.” you tuck your lower lip between your teeth, desperate to put him back to sleep before he pulls anything crazy. his warm breath tickles your thighs.

you feel his lips brush against your exposed skin, and you don’t miss the way his lip ring drags against it as well. eventually, he puckers them up and you hear a kissing sound. it’s a wet kiss, your brain registers right away.

“i love you. i know i’m sick, but i feel happy.” his voice is quiet, and your ears almost don’t catch the final phrase. you wonder if it’s because he’s feeling shy, or his throat is starting to feel sore. you make a mental note to check up on it later.

“i love you, too.” you give him one final kiss on the temple before covering his eyes with your hand.

he makes a confused noise.

“to keep your eyes closed. i know you.” you clearly hear him make the sound ‘hmmph’ before silence fills the four walls of the room.

“we can watch it together again when you wake up if you want.”

silence. you decide that he’s fallen back to sleep when he doesn’t answer within the minute. you cautiously lean back on the pillows, wary of making any big or abrupt movement.

“yes, please.” the tiny voice echoes in the room.

you cover your mouth with your free hand to conceal your endeared giggles. “okay, baby boy.”

[jade-parcels]

idk if you did this already, if you did sorry for asking. but lately my period cramps have been killing me! could you do some comfort headcanons for period – cramps, sensitivity, chest pain, headaches, feeling more insecure than usual – involving childe, diluc and maybe zhongli (and, well, anyone else if you feel like it). it can be either in a modern au or in genshin universe. anything is ok. thank you so much!

Helping you on your period

With Diluc, Zhongli, Childe and Baizhu

I think the universe matched us up! In sync cycles gang!!

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Diluc:

Thank the Pyro Archon!!

Diluc already has a high body temp but when he activates his vision and holds it against your stomach? Say bye to those cramps

Since it’s just the two of you, he’s more than happy to cuddle with you and read to you while holding you close against his chest

Anything you want, just name it. You want a hot bath? You want something sweet? You want pain killers? His staff is on it!

It hurts him to see you in pain like this cause besides letting you use his vision and giving you pain killers there really isn’t anything he can do :( so he’ll apologize a lot to you even though it isn’t his fault

If it starts to get really bad he’ll take you to the cathedral! I mean…Idk what they could do for you but he’s trying his best

Whatever commission work you had planned before your period started is finished rather quick. When he goes to check on the tavern, he’ll complete your commissions for you and bring the mora back for you! He knows how hard it can be to get good paying commissions nowadays so he wouldn’t want you to miss out

If he sees that you’re feeling down, he’ll put more effort into complimenting you and being more affectionate than usual :)

Zhongli:

Ah yes, he is experienced in this area

He’s been around for so long, he knows all kinds of tips and tricks to help make symptoms not as severe

However his remedies are notorious for taking forever to make. His sobering tea takes 6 hours to brew…and his pain killer tea takes 9. By the time he finishes making all of his herbal concoctions, your period will be over lmao

Zhongli will put a lot of effort in to make sure you’re comfortable. He’ll get you as many pillows or blankets as you need, open the window for fresh air, close the drapes if it’s too bright, read to you if you’re bored. He knows you’re miserable so he’ll do his best to entertain you and keep you as comfortable as one can be in this condition

He’ll offer to do yoga with you if you’re up for it. Certain poses can alleviate pressure in the pelvic area so he’ll do it with you! (Squats always help me out too when it gets really bad!! Doing squats, drinking water and applying heat never fails! But everyone’s different!)

When you sleep, he’ll play with your hair and rub your back :) he loves how peaceful you look while finally getting some rest :)

Childe:

He’s a little clueless but he’s got the spirit!

See, when he received his education from the fatui they didn’t really give him a course on female anatomy so…he is aware of periods and what they are but he has no idea how severe symptoms can be

So when you’re in so much pain that you can’t get out of bed?? He’s super worried about you, he’s about to go get a doctor to come here to see you

It’s kinda funny to actually go in depth and explain how bad symptoms can be, how much you bleed, how awful cramps are cause he just…doesn’t know. Most men don’t actually know! He’ll genuinely feel bad for you and by explaining it all to him, he’ll learn and become a very reliable helper :)

“You should probably take a bath, right? I’ll go warm up some water” “Stay with me…just for a few more minutes” “Okay but then we’re gonna take a bath together. I’ll make the water extra hot too, that’ll help with cramps right?” “Mhm”

He’ll try to get you up and moving when you allow it so you don’t feel stiff from sitting in the same position for too long

Ajax is very affectionate already and will become even more affectionate if he sees that your self esteem is low. He’ll make sure to reassure you that you’re still so beautiful to him :’)

He’d think you’re pretty no matter what. You could have greasy hair, hormonal breakouts and eye bags from being tired and he’d still look at you like ‘wow…’ :’)

Baizhu:

As a medical professional, he’ll insist on being at your side when you show any indication of being in pain

He’ll make you some herbal pain relievers, they’ll taste super bitter and make your tongue numb for a minute but they’ll kick in pretty quick!!

Baizhu cant afford to take full days off but he’ll take half days in order to make sure you eat breakfast and lunch, drink water and rest.

You help him out when his own illness kicks in so he has no problem helping you out :) he’s content to rub your shoulders and coach you into sitting/laying positions that may be more comfortable

If you’re more cranky or sad than usual he’ll make you something warm and cuddle with you :) when you don’t feel well, you get to see his excellent bedside manner in action! Though he is far more affectionate with you than he is with his other patients lmao

If you’re someone who worries about their symptoms and fears they have suddenly developed a rare disease over night (looking up symptoms on the Internet is a terrible habit :’) ) He’ll be there to assure you that nothing is seriously wrong

“Honey, my side has been hurting a lot” “I know dear, I’ve already told you you don’t have appendicitis” “Maybe my liver is gonna rupture!!!” “That’s higher up, I’d be able to tell due to swelling and a fever. You don’t have either of those” “But what about that pain in my neck? What if it’s a tumor Baizhuuuuu!” “Darling, I think you just need to go to sleep” pffttt