#it's cold and i'm hungry and my head is achy

[invinciblerodent]

now that I've seen both, I gotta say, I definitely prefer Astarion's spontaneous confession over the Araj-induced one. That was... kind of disappointing in comparison.

I reloaded the pre-confession save today just for funsies, and while I'm seeing that there is a lot to be learned about the character in this other scene, he's just.... so much more flippant about it? He just sounds so... oddly dismissive, and it's really not escaping my notice that there's only like one thing you can say that has him even just admitting that he has feelings for you before you'd tell him that you care. Despite him starting the conversation! And even then, the tone is so different that there genuinely can be a version to that scene that makes going into the romance greetings afterwards legit jarring.

Comparing "seducing you was easy" and "imagine how stupid I felt when I started to genuinely feel something for you" to that "all I had to do was not fall for you" line... it's just night and day. In tone, delivery, word choice, everything. So, so very different.

it'd be nice to talk about the blood merchant situation regardless of whether the other confession had already occurred, but if this was the only way for it to go down, I'd be a little :/ about it.

[untaemedqueen]

At Your Service

Escort!Jeongguk x CEO!Reader

Genre: Strangers to Lovers!AU, Angst, Fluff, Smut

Chapter 17.

Series Warnings (Will Be Updated): Angst, Fluff, Cold Heartedness, Emotional Trauma, Healing, Smut, Dark Humor

Warnings For This Chapter: Breast Play, Daddy Kink, Squirting, Love Making, Pregnant Sex, Jeongguk Being Fuckin' Filthy, Praise, Begging, Creampie // Taehyung Acting Up As Per Usual

Jeongguk was only without you for a month but during that time he forgot what it was like to lay in bed with you.

He forgot how you cuddled close to him in the chilly mornings, burying your face into his chest with childlike stubbornness. He forgot how you almost always softly whinged when he kissed the top of your head to wake you up. And he almost forgot how beautiful and incredible it feels to have your limbs tangle with his in the wee hours of daybreak.

Now that he's moved into your mansion, now that he has all of his belongings here, he finds himself appreciating the mornings even more.

You're not as sick as you were when you first found out you were pregnant but you're still exhausted all the same. Nothing wakes you up anymore, your hormones make you lay in bed like a lump on a log until his child deems it acceptable to rouse awake.

Curling his hand around your flat stomach, his lips drift softly over your shoulder.

To know he's bringing a life into this world with the woman he adores more than anything makes him constantly euphoric day in and day out.

It's funny to think that in just two weeks he'll be accompanying you to the wedding he was hired to go to so long ago. It's almost as if everything is coming full circle.

Drifting his lips to your hair, his eyes squeeze shut. There's such peace here at this moment. There's a serenity that cannot be matched and he's simply basking in its wonder.

This mansion you explicitly used to shelter yourself from the outside world is a newly defined place that you'll be raising a little life. All of the meaningless emptiness of the grand estate will have child-like giggles and babbling.

Tracing his thumb over your swollen womb, your once again boyfriend thinks of all the possibilities within this home.

Your whinge alerts him that you're waking up and it brings a soft smile to his pierced lips.

When Hawking hears that noise, he jumps onto the bed with curious excitement and your boyfriend lifts his head with wide eyes as a warning. His dog, now your dog as well, is so big and goofy that he has no spacial awareness. And if something happens to you or the baby, Guk will never forgive himself.

"Mornin'," you murmur to the Great Dane who doesn't heed his owner's cautious look.

Burrowing his face into your breasts, you cringe visibly and Guk is sitting up in an instant.

"Come on, dude," he hisses, pushing the dog's face softly away from you.

"It's okay, he doesn't understand," you reply sweetly, kissing the top of Hawking's head.

Everything about you lately has been swelling and aching, it's uncomfortable to be sure.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," your boyfriend whispers.

"It's okay, really," you promise, turning towards him.

Jeongguk lays himself back down, giving you a smile that is devastatingly handsome. He's so in love, he's so excited to become a parent with you that it's readily apparent on his features.

"How're my babies?" he coos, combing some hair back behind your ear.

"Tired," you breathe, which makes him nod in turn, "hungry, achy, crampy, emotional. I could go on."

He chuckles then, the sound making your bones almost jello-like.

You haven't been up to wearing your nightgowns to bed lately, the fabric that goes over your breasts is too restricting. So when your boyfriend looks you over in full, he can't help the way that his tongue slowly licks over his bottom lip.

The darkened veins around your swollen tits makes him almost frenzied with wanting but he's been respectful since you took him back.

Cupping your chest with his large, warm hands, he kneads the swollen skin very softly with his fingers.

Your whine lets him know how much you adore it and suddenly he's disregarding his huge dog beside you to crawl over you.

He rests his backside on the balls of his feet working to soothe your aches and pains immediately. Your skin is hot under his hands, almost as if you have a fever just on your chest.

You groan softly, letting your head loll back at the simple relief.

"You're so beautiful, I love you so much," Guk avows.

"We love you too," you whisper through clenched teeth.

To say you've gotten used to being pregnant is an understatement. It took you a few days, surely, you were frightened and scared beyond all belief at first but your boyfriend has ingrained in you just how much he adores this and you and his baby. So, it didn't take you so long to come to terms that you're growing a life inside you.

Bending down, Guk presses soft kisses to your areola. When you gasp loudly, making Hawking jump with fright beside you, your boyfriend finds his cock stirring.

"Feels good, baby?" he hisses, wrapping his lips around your puffy, dark nipple.

He suckles gently, suddenly forgetting the need to calm your aches and pains. His hand toys with the stiffening peak, rolling it ever so slowly between his thumb and index finger.

"Daddy, God!" you cry out, squeezing your eyes shut tightly.

"Mhm," he groans against your skin soothingly, flicking the tip of his tongue to your bud.

His free hand trails lazily over your side, stopping shortly to graze along your swollen womb before continuing on it's long path but before he can even get there you're yelping out like you're about to orgasm.

His eyebrows furrow and he suckles harder against you, pinching and rolling just that much more fervently and when his hand reaches the apex of your thighs, you scream his name with heady pleasure.

Your arousal squirts out of you and coats his hand, body trembling with satisfaction and he lifts his head with a curiously triumphant smile.

"Cumming just by your tits? That's new," he breathes, stroking at his cock.

Your juices make his long, hard cock slick and he positions himself at your entrance with a raised eyebrow.

"Can you handle this right now, baby?" he inquires softly, drifting his hand over your cheek.

With a whinge, your hands coast up his heavily inked arms. You stare up at him with heavily sated eyes that seem to twinkle with the need for more.

"Give it to me," you beg softly.

That's all he needs to hear.

Entering you slowly, his mouth drops open at the sheer warmth and wetness. Your cunt is like a fucking siphon around him and he lets out a strangled groan at the feeling.

His elbows purchase themselves over your shoulders and he kisses you slowly and passionately as you adjust to the intrusion of his thick cock.

"Your pussy feels so different," Guk whines against your lips, "feels so fucking good."

You hook your hand around the back of his head, needing him so close to you.

"I love you," you whisper, looking up at him with soft, needy eyes that makes his cock throb within you.

"I love you too," he promises, pulling out almost all the way before slowly thrusting back inside.

This isn't a rough fuck, this isn't a quick thing that horny lovers do. He sets a slow, deep pace that makes your loins quiver. He's making love to you. He's showering you with every ounce of passion that he can to show you how grateful he is that you're with child.

"Oh fuck!" you squeak out, feeling his lips trail from your lips to your jaw and downward.

He suckles at your nipples once again, adoring how your legs butterfly open for more. Your arousal is messy and abundant, earning the most pornographic noises as he fucks you diligently.

"You're so fucking incredible," Guk hisses, licking at your nipple until your back is bowing off the bed.

He takes this opportunity to curl his arm around you, pulling you closer to him as his strokes begin to quicken.

"O-Oh! Daddy!" you blubber out, combing your fingers through his hair.

"That's it, sweetheart. Good girl," he praises, suckling at your sensitive flesh harder.

Your nails scratch at his skin, leaning pretty red lines he'll surely be tracing with his fingers later in the day.

"I can't wait till your bigger, till I can set you on your knees and fuck you from behind like an animal. I'm gonna hold your belly so tightly while you throw it back to me like a little slut. Your swollen pretty tits are gonna leak milk everywhere, begging to mother my baby. Fuck," he hisses, fucking into you harder.

He doesn't know where those hopes and dreams came from but he's pretty sure they've been laying thick on his mind since the minute he got you into bed the first time.

His irises burn with an intensity that makes your breath catch. He believes what he's saying, he wants you to do every vile and nasty thing with your pregnant body that he can and it only brings you closer to the edge.

There's a bubble growing and growing within your loins, it's expanding at a rapid pace and when he sits up and flips you over like you weigh nothing, the explicit show of strength makes you almost want to fall off the precipice then.

His chest lays over your back, hand cupping your small, swollen womb. His lips tug at your earlobe and you can only cry out in a semblance of babbles as he begins to fuck you stupid.

"I'm gonna worship you and this pregnant belly until my last fucking day. I want you to walk around this mansion stark naked with your big stomach in your hands and my cum running down your fucking thighs," he hisses, nibbling at your skin softly.

There's a demon within him now, some sort of incredibly aroused being that you can't help but want to bend your will to.

"Y-Yes, daddy! Please!"

"Yeah?" your boyfriend coos sweetly, "you want that? You want me to fuck your little pregnant cunt everyday? You want to drip with me everywhere you go? You want to hold your belly for me while you suck my cock or take it deep inside you?"

You nod incessantly, sobbing as his hand hooks around to the apex of your thighs. He rubs short, quick circles to your swollen clit, groaning at how tight you're getting around him.

You like this too apparently, you love the imagery, much like him.

"Fuck, throw it back to me, baby," he hisses, lifting himself off of your back.

His free hand slowly coasts over your spine while the other continues it's diligent work between your legs.

With every stroke he gives, you meet it and he moans loudly at the feeling. His head lolls back at the euphoria of it all and when he hooks his hand around your waist to pull you back even faster, you can't help the bubble within you as it's about to explode.

"Fuck, I feel it. That's my girl! Let go," Jeongguk praises, spreading your legs wider with his knees.

With a loud whimper, your body lets go. Your orgasm feels like shards of ice upon your body and you can barely register the slew of curses your boyfriend strings together behind you.

"Oh holy fucking shit," he whines, fucking you harder and faster until his thrusts become stunted and shorter.

With a deeply bassed groan, he spills his seed inside of you.

"My God," he sighs softly, pulling out slowly and laying down beside you.

He opens his arms and smiles as you immediately coddle to him, laying your face down on his chest.

"I love you," he whispers, running his hand over your womb.

"I love you too," you murmur, deeply sated.

As you begin to draw random shapes onto his chiseled chest, he stares down at you with adoration slowly creeping into his bones.

You, the mother of his baby, how deeply he fucking loves you.

"One, two, three," Guk counts, groaning loudly as he and his two best friends begin to set up gym equipment in the basement he didn't even know you owned.

You're giving him free reign within this mansion now. You're really starting to come to terms with sharing your life with him.

"Still don't like it," Tae murmurs, looking around the pristine basement.

"Oh my God, give it a rest!" Jimin hisses, setting down the rowing equipment.

Jeongguk has gotten used to ignoring the pretty boy lately. Nothing ever seems good enough for him anymore.

"She fucking lied to him! She withheld that she was fucking pregnant!"

Guk turns away from the both of them, grabbing his water.

"She was confused! She was scared! Christ, imagine you were a girl and you got pregnant so soon! How would you feel?!" Chim gripes back, folding his arms.

"I am not her!" Taehyung hisses, his voice slowly getting louder and louder with each word, "if she was fucking smart, she would have told him from the fuckin beginni-"

Jeongguk sighs loudly, spinning around and pressing his forearm against his best friend's chest until he backs him up into the wall. His eyes are wide with anger and ferocity.

"You are raising your voice in the mother of my baby's house. You're talking shit when she's right fucking upstairs. She was scared and nervous! Don't you think for a fucking second that I won't kick your ass where you stand just because we're friends! I'm sick of your shitty attitude, dude. I'm spending the rest of my life with this woman! Have some goddamn respect. If you wanna bitch and complain you can take it outside this fucking house and away from me! I'm sick of it."

Jimin puts his hand delicately on your boyfriend's arm, watching it shake with anger and fury.

"I said it's enough," Guk hisses finitely, letting Taehyung go.

The pretty boy fixes his shirt immediately after being let go, rolling his eyes at the sudden flair of anger.

"Y'know," the father of your child grunts, grabbing a beer from the new mini fridge beneath the bar you've only just installed yesterday, "Tae, you're one of the biggest fucking hypocrites I know. If you had one ounce of understanding in your body, you'd see just how fucked up you've been. You always complain about Y/N, about others and how if you were that person how differently you'd do things. Well guess what? You're not them. So shut the fuck up. I'm goddamn tired of you acting like you're the king of the universe and you never do any wrong. It's annoying."

Jimin clears his throat softly, nudging the pretty boy who simply huffs out and folds his arms.

"So you don't like it when I speak my mind? We're friends. Isn't that what friends do? Listen?" Taehyung counters, sitting down on the rowing equipment.

Guk snorts into the beer can as he takes a sip. He shakes his head softly, knowing that nothing he says will get through to his older friend no matter how much he tries. "Just keep your comments about my girl to yourself from now on. Or you'll regret it."

"Guk-" Jimin begins only to be cut off by the pretty boy.

"Oh yeah? And how will I regret it?"

"You'll lose the chance to ever see my baby grow up. I'm going to be a father, I have to make decisions that are right for me and my family."

Tae simply freezes, tilting his head to the youngest's threat. "That's vile."

"You're being vile towards my-"

"Gukkie?"

Your boyfriend's head snaps up and he's standing in an instant to greet you as you descend down the basement stairs.

"Hey sweetheart," he murmurs, walking over to you and placing both of his hands on your side.

"Are you okay?" you inquire, running your hands softly over his inked bare chest.

"Yeah! We're fine down here. What's wrong?" he replies, kissing the top of your head.

"I heard yelling," you whisper, looking up at him with doe-like, sweet eyes.

Just the sight kills him and he doesn't know how Taehyung could ever say anything bad about you.

"Oh, no, baby don't worry. We're alright down here. The boys are gonna leave soon and then I'm gonna make dinner for us," he coos softly, coursing a sweet hand over your cheek.

"Don't rush on my account. I'm just gonna go relax in the garden for a bit."

"How do you feel? Should you be laying down?" Guk asks sweetly, already forgetting the other two men in the room.

"I don't feel sick so I want to walk around for a while," you answer him, looking over at Jimin and Taehyung to give them a soft smile.

"Well that's good. I'm glad you're feeling alright," your boyfriend breathes, smiling down at you with his pearly whites.

You kiss his cheek softly before beginning your ascent back upstairs and he turns to his two friends.

"Thank you for helping me set up the gym, you're both more than welcome to come over and use it if you keep the mother of my baby's name out of your fucking mouths."

"I didn't say anything!" Jimin gasps, widening his eyes.

"Good, don't," Guk hisses, folding his arms.

Taehyung simply shakes his head, standing up off of the bench and rolling his eyes.

"What's your problem now?!" Chim groans, lolling his head back.

"Nothing," Tae replies, heading up the stairs and out of sight.

Your boyfriend simply holds up his hands, shaking his head. "He's really sensitive for someone that bitches about others constantly."

Jimin can only hum in agreement, chasing after the pretty boy with a sigh.

If there's one thing that Guk will do, he'll fight for you time and time again without any care for others.

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[cevansbrat0007]

I’m feeling a little sick and in pain .. and I’m just chillin’ out rereading your trio fics for the zillionth time ( they’re AMAZING). I just wish I was Story for like 5 minutes 🥹 I could use some Ari cuddles .

In Sickness & In Health: A Trio Drabble

Summary: Daddy Ari takes care of you when you're sick.

Warnings: Fluff, Sick Reader, Daddy Ari, Daddy Kink, Implied Smut, Sex Toys (mentioned), Punishments (mentioned), Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Hope you feel better, my sweet anon friend! This drabble is a part of my Trio Series AU. Likes, Comments, & Reblogs are appreciated. All mistakes are my own.

___

"Well, look who's finally awake." Ari purrs as he takes a seat beside you on the bed. He strokes one big, slightly calloused hand across your damp brow - grateful that your fever had finally broken. "How are you feeling, sweetness?"

"Achy." You rasp. "I'm so sore, Ari."

"Mmm." Your man hums as he helps you sit up. "My poor baby." Once he's got you comfortable, Ari hands you a glass of water. But he doesn't let go. Instead he holds it to your lips, encouraging you to take your time with slow, steady sips.

Only when he's convinced you've had your fill does he set the empty glass back on the nearby nightstand.

"Good girl." He gently cups your face then, his thumb caressing the apple of your cheek. For a moment you allow yourself to get lost in his rich blue eyes.

This man, your Big Beast, had all but refused to leave your side for the past week as he sweetly nursed you back to health. He'd fixed you tea, fed you soup, and cuddled you close - all while a terrible fever had ravaged your body.

He'd even called off work for you, dismissing your feeble protests when you tried to assure him that you would be just fine on your own. Yeah, that absolutely would not fly with a man like Ari Levinson. He was your Daddy, which meant that it was his duty to care for you. Even more than that, it was is privilege.

Both in sickness, and in health.

And when you'd tried to point out that since you weren't married, those vows didn't apply he'd simply shushed you before pressing a tender kiss to your temple.

But you also had no idea how often Ari held your hand while you slept, his soulful gaze focused intently on your naked ring finger.

"Soon." He would whisper into the air, letting his quiet vow fill the room. "I'm going to get you all better, baby. And then I'm gonna work on giving you my last name."

Your Daddy has no doubt that you'll say "yes" to him one of these days. After all, he's a very persistent man, the kind who always gets what he wants.

And what he wants is you. For today, tomorrow, and every day after that.

Because you are a treasure worth keeping. So, yes. He will keep you - in sickness and in health.

The deep timbre of his voice inadvertently pulls you from your reverie. "Are you hungry, my love. Need more water?" Unable to be without you a moment longer, he pulls you close - gently hauling your small frame into his lap. "I've missed you, Bird."

Instead of responding, you bury your face in his broad chest and inhale his crisp, clean scent. Somehow Ari always managed to smell of clary sage and bergamot.

There was no use in trying to deny it - you were well and truly addicted to this man.

And while this man slept next to you every night, it had been days since he'd taken your body. Even now as you battled sickness, you still ached for him.

"You're not due for another round of meds for at least another hour. " He informs you, his heart seizing just a touch when you let out a pitiful moan. "What do you need from Daddy right now?"

You simply shake your head, your hands clutching at the fabric of his shirt as you contemplate the best way to undo the buttons.

Ari already knows. But he wants to hear you say it.

His nimble fingers tangle their way into your curls, lightly playing with the silky strands. "How else can I make my baby feel better? Are you still cold?"

"I want you." You mumble, briefly pulling away so that he can see the longing in your tired eyes. "I always feel so much better when you hold me."

Ari smiles down at you then, warmth suffusing his handsome features. "If that's what my baby wants." He scrubs a hand over his beard making quick work of unfastening those stupid buttons.

He was always wearing shirts like that - mostly because he loved how desperate you became whenever you attempted to undo them yourself. It usually ended with you ripping the damned thing in two, buttons scattering this way and that.

"I'm gonna set my alarm for an hour." He tosses the shirt to the side and then helps get you settled back in his king-sized bed. "And when we wake up I'm going to feed you and then you're going to be my good girl and take your medicine." He whispers a trail of soft, sweet kisses along your collar bone.

You'd already lost a little too much weight for Ari's liking.

"Okay." You whisper, snuggling into his comforting embrace.

"All of it, baby. Even the yucky stuff."

You make a face, choking back a weak gag.

"I mean it, little girl. And then Daddy's gonna get you into a warm bath. You want me to help you wash your hair?"

"Yes, Sir." You feel your eyes begin to droop. "Can I please have the pink bubbles too?"

"Of course you can, Princess." Ari coos as his hand rubs the small of your back.

"And my toys?" You're slurring now as sleep begins to overtake you.

Your Big Beast chuckles at that, the sound of his amusement rumbling deep in his chest. "I'm afraid not. You're still too sick for us to play any special games right now."

"But I'm not." You whine as the world slowly begins to fade away. All that mattered was Ari. As long as you were in his arms, everything would be okay.

"Hush, brat." He murmurs into your hair. "We'll make up for lost time once we get you on the mend. But if you keep pushing it, Daddy'll have to add a note about you being naughty to your punishment tally. Is that what you want?"

"No thank you, Sir."

"Thought so." Ari gives your ass a gentle squeeze and then a slap. Even sick, your man would never let you forget that he was Daddy. And his word was law.

"Sweet dreams, Daddy."

"You are my dream, sweetness. Now please get some rest. I promise I'll be right here when you wake up."

That's all you need to hear. Your Daddy continues to pepper your face and neck with more kisses as you fall asleep with the knowledge that you were in this together. For better or worse.

In sickness and in health.

END

[pickinglilahs]

Blackeclipse for the soul

AO3 link, Part 1 (Have I been posting this?) Part 30; Part 31; Part 32

Remus woke to an empty bed.

Frowning and shivering slightly, he sat up. Looking around, he didn't see anyone in the room, and there was no light on in the bathroom. There was no light coming in through the windows either, but a quick tempus told him dinner had just started.

Shivering violently now, he hunkered back down under the covers, muttering a warming charm.

It didn't help.

Remus wanted to cry.

He knew his boys did a lot to take care of him and he honestly wouldn't blame them for taking a break and celebrating like normal teenagers. The party downstairs was probably in full swing by now; he truly wanted them to enjoy themselves.

But...

Had they really just left him there?

All alone?

Had they really forgotten him so easily?

Extremely tired and suddenly very overwhelmed, hot tears began spilling from Remus' eyes.

He rolled over, burying his face in the pillow, shoulders shaking from the cold and the sobs he refused to let out.

"Moonbeam?"

Remus hardly noticed the bed dipping beside him until he was forcibly rolled onto his back. Startled, Remus hiccuped and tried to blink the tears away. He brought a hand up to scrub at his eyes, still shaking.

"Oh, Mon Lune."

He was lifted from the bed and found himself wrapped in warm, strong arms. Remus wanted to pull away, to tell Regulus that he could go back to the party, that he was okay on his own.

But he physically couldn't. He was full-on sobbing now; body trembling from head to foot. Clinging desperately to the taller boy, Remus hated himself for needing this.

He had spent a decade's worth of Fulls by himself but just a few months of this and he had broken. Cerci help him if they ever left because he already didn't know how to live without them.

Regulus stroked Remus' back, murmuring into his hair, "I'm here, Mon Amore. I'm so sorry you woke up alone; I didn't mean to be gone so long."

Remus did pull back then. Still choking down sobs, teeth chattering, he tried "Y-you d-d-didn't ha-have t-to-to c-come check on m-me. Y-you sh-sh-should b-b-be cel-eb-br-br-ating with th-the oth-ers."

Regulus frowned at him. "Celebrating? Moonbeam, the last place I want to be is in a room full of rambunctious lions trying to talk to me. I only left to bring you food."

When Remus tried to protest again, Regulus cut him off, "I know you're hungry; don't even try to deny it."

True, Regulus didn't like parties. Or crowds. Or people talking to him. But that didn't mean he wanted to spend his evening with a tired, achy, shivering Remus.

Seeing the protest building, Regulus tried again, softer, "If you get to hug our hurt away, Mon Amore, James and I are allowed to do it for you too."

Remus looked at Regulus skeptically. He had a good point, but Remus was loath to admit it.

"And the only reason he isn't up here with us right now is because Kingsley thought you should make an appearance at the party. So 'you' are downstairs with James and my brother. I went down with them to the kitchens and came back under the cloak so people wouldn't think I was up here alone. Kingsley is up here ‘finishing an essay’ and will be back down in a bit."

He paused, brushing the hair out of Remus' face before tucking the boy back under his chin. "I'm sure James will be up shortly, he's probably just as worried about you as you get about him."

Remus, still trembling slightly from the cold, finally gave in. If either of them felt a fraction of what he felt for them, maybe he could let them take care of him, just for a little while.

~~~

Just as Regulus predicted, James joined them not 20 minutes later.

The two had hunkered down farther under the covers once Remus admitted to being cold. Neither had quite figured out why the cold was affecting him so much, but Regulus was little help against the bone-deep chill.

As soon as James entered the room, the sun came out from behind a cloud. It was like the flick of a switch; Remus stopped shaking and the warming charms suddenly kicked in.

Joining them under the covers, James almost yelped in alarm. "You're freezing, Moonbeam!"

Remus nodded, rolling over to latch onto James, who squirmed at the harsh difference in temperature. Wrapping himself around Remus, James looked over his head to Regulus, who looked positively relieved.

"I tried warming charms, body heat, everything. I was ready to set the bed on fire if you didn't come back in the next ten minutes." Regulus looked exhausted, but, underneath, James could see how hurt he was that he couldn't make Remus better on his own.

As if sensing Regulus' turmoil too, Remus rolled back over. He made sure James was wrapped firmly around him before reaching grabby hands at Regulus. Unable to hold back a smile, Regulus scooched over to wrap himself around Remus too.

Remus sighed contentedly and was instantly asleep once more.

With the sleeping boy tucked firmly between them, James spoke softly to Regulus. "There was only the one Full between when Remus and I found out, and when you joined us."

Glancing up at James, Regulus raised an eyebrow. He already knew this. James knew he knew this. So, why...

"For that one, though, he was still aching. Poppy and I were afraid that Remus and I had gone too long without using our bond. That it had been damaged somehow. I was terrified that he'd never be completely free of the pain, no matter what I did. He used to ache all the time—all month long—and he said it wasn't a big deal."

Regulus could only stare, his mind spinning with the implications.

James pulled the arm from Remus' waist to tuck one of Regulus' curls behind his ear.

"And then you came along and... he wasn't hurting at all anymore. It was like 'Oh. So, this is what was missing.' It wasn't that we were broken; it was that we were still waiting for you."

Regulus felt it, the love James was sending through their bond. He had rested his Marked palm on Regulus' cheek, holding his attention.

"I offered to be the one to go downstairs because I know you take away his pain better than I ever could. So don't you ever think that you don't help. That he doesn't need you. That I don't-"

James' voice choked off, and Regulus felt tears prick at his eyes. Turning his head, Regulus kissed James' palm softly.

Remus sighed softly in his sleep, nuzzling further into Regulus' neck.

Regulus closed his eyes as James moved his hand down to rest on Regulus' hip, squeezing tight.

What a mess the three of them were.

And not one of them would have it any other way.

[montammil]

Introducing my Izabela to the blog because Lawrence being a vampire for Halloween could be an easy segway into oh actually I have a vampire friend, they're super chill.

But that isn't this: It's a surprise for Halloween because I passed my math final for college on the first try so I felt like celebrating.

Tw: Self-harm for medicinal purposes

"Lawrence?" She murmured opening his door, warily. The blonde was sleeping like a log. His hair disheveled, breathing muffled by the comforter over his entirety.

"Lawrie." She calls louder this time, still keeping the volume contained. He stirs but doesn't wake.

Confusion startles her back to her sense after a pause.

"Oh...poor thing." She presses a hand against his back feeling more heat than normal radiate through his clothes.

"Hey. Lawr? You, okay?" She sits down on the edge of the bed.

The human male huffs but turns over. Facing the vampire now.

"Iza." He croaks in greeting throat dry, lips cracked.

"What do you need sweet?" She whispers again slowly pressing him back down.

He tries to swat her hand away but feebly puffs in defeat.

"You're not well. What do you need?" She presses him back down again when he tries to get up.

"To get up." He frowns glancing over at the clock behind the ginger. "To use the bathroom." He swallows some spit glancing into the green depths that faced him.

"Okay, but what else? Are you hungry? Thirsty?" She stands up, back at the door's opening.

"Yeah, but I got it." He nods rolling his lips as he bit them.

"Making sure...If it gets any worse, let me know." She mock slits her skin.

"Okay." He nods feeling achy.

"I mean it...It'll help. But has some adverse side effects if ingested long enough." Her light ginger brows draw up.

"It's fine, I'm sure it's just a head cold." He dismisses moving out of bed finally.

~~

Izabela is still new, but you can find her here: (1)

I love her character, omg!! I feel like they'd have a fun dynamic!!

[kpopsickiess]

once in a lifetime

sickie: Seungkwan

Caretaker: seventeen (Vernon)

Self projecting my illness onto Seungkwan 👍🙃😁

Seungkwan p.o.v

I was always very proud of having a strong immune system. I could run around in the rain for hours and then sit in an air conditioned car, and still manage to not get sick. I also could kiss Vernon when he was dying in bed with a fever of 38.9⁰ fever and still manage to stay healthy. The members always asked me how I managed. Good diet? Sleeping? I didn't know, honestly my diet was kinda trash and I didn't sleep any more than any of the other members. But it was something I was always proud of. It led to me often being the one to take care of the others during late February when the annual flu passed through the group. So when February rolled around and the weather was dismal, rainy and cold, I was ready for the onslaught of fevers, the being woken up at 3AM to loud coughing fits, Vernon being a clingy boyfriend, (okay that one wasn't something i would complain about) But, February 21st just days after I had been telling Vernon how surprised I was that none of the members had fallen sick yet, I woke up with an achy feeling over my whole body, a sore throat, and a heavy congestion in my head. I quietly groaned, my literal 11 year streak of not getting sick was broken. I had forgotten how absolutely terrible it is. The bed was empty which caused me to assume that Vernon had already gone out, likely in search of breakfast. I climbed out of bed, stumbling slightly, feeling a bit unsteady. I trudged downstairs, seeing Vernon was sitting on the couch I went over and flopped down, laying my head on his lap. "Good morning boo" he said, not looking up from his phone, but starting to run his fingers through my hair. "Nonie?" I spoke softly, my throat felt like it was on fire. He paused, and looked down at me, his soft smile replaced with a concerned frown.

Vernon p.o.v

Seungkwan came downstairs, waking up much later than he usually does, he came over and lay across my lap. "Good morning Boo" i continued playing a game on my phone, playing with his hair with my other hand. "Nonie?" His voice sounded hurt, sad and small. "Are you okay?"

"I think I'm sick" I tried to hide my surprise, I don't think Seungkwan has gotten sick in the almost 7 years we've been dating… actually I don't think he's been sick the entire time I've known him. "It's been so long since I've been sick, I forgot how awful it is." He coughed, it sounded painful. "I'm sorry baby" he sat up, and sniffled, "can you just drug me until it's over?" I smiled, and brushed his hair off of his face, noticing the heat coming off of his forehead. "You can take medicine, but first you need to eat" he pouted, "I'm not hungry"

"I know baby, but you can't take medicine in an empty stomach" he pouted and sniffled, his bright pink nose and pout gave him a cute innocent look. "C'mon just something small"

"Okay" he ducked towards his shoulder and coughed a few times, wincing after. "What doesn't feel good?"

"Everything" I gently pushed him off my lap and stood up, I took his hands and helped him stand. "Like your stomach, your head, throat?"

"Throat, head, nose, and my whole body is achy" I kissed his forehead, "sounds like you've got a bit of the the flu baby"

"But I never get sick!! The last time I was sick was 11 years ago!!!" He coughed again, this time was more harsh, and sounded painful. I pulled him into a hug, pressed against my chest, I could feel his breath getting shaky. "Are you crying?" suddenly worried about him. "Hhitchii -hhh– hhtchii itchHi-etchiH-tchIii- cchhhi"

"Oh, bless you" he sniffled, "thank you"

"C'mon let's get breakfast" he whimpered softly when I stopped hugging him. I took his hand, and he began clinging to my arm like his life depends on it. The two of us walked to the kitchen, "why don't you sit down at the table, I'll get you food" he whined, and pressed his forehead against my arm, "no, I want you" he kept a tight grip on my arm as I moved around the kitchen. As he did, Seungcheol, Jeonghan, and Minghao all gave us strange looks. "Is he okay?" Jeonghan asked, but it was obvious the others were wondering the same thing. "He's sick" the three of them had matching shocked looks on their faces. "Seungkwan is sick?" Minghao shook his head, "I didn't even think that was possible" Seungcheol rolled his eyes, "don't be ridiculous, everyone gets sick" Seungkwan coughed again, and Seungcheol gave him a concerned look, "although, this is surprising" I nodded, "Seungkwan why don't you go lay down" he shook his head, keeping it buried against my arm, and tightened his grip on my arm. "He's… very cuddly" I gently stroked his hair. "Why don't you both go back to the couch" Jeonghan suggested, I shook my head, "he needs to eat" Seungkwan whined. "I'll make something for him, you can both go back to the couch" Minghao suggested sending the two of us out of the room. I nodded, "c'mon baby, let's go lay down" I kissed his forehead, which was quite warm. The two of us went out to the couch, I sat down, Seungkwan lay down, his head on my lap. I began running my hands through his sweaty hair. There was a loud, crashing sound, as Seokmin, Chan, and Soonyoung pounded down the stairs. Their voices were loud, and as soon as they got to the living room, I hushed them, pointing at Seungkwan. They quickly quieted themselves, "is he asleep?" Soonyoung whispered. I nodded, but Seungkwan quietly spoke up, "no" "Are you okay?" Seokmin asked , Seungkwan nodded, his eyes still closed, when his eye lashes started fluttering, "hhitchhi- tchiiU-hhtCHii-"

"Bless you" the four of us said in unison, he quietly thanked us, rubbing his nose and sniffing. "Are you sick?" Seungkwan and I both nodded, "Seungkwan is sick?" Chan looked in shock, Seungkwan nodded, and rubbed his nose. "Vernon, what did you do to him?" Seokmin over dramatically asked, I rolled my eyes, Seungkwan shook his head, and set his head on my lap, "he's taking care of me" he nuzzled into my lap, "he's a good boyfriend" I blushed. The others laughed, "you're so cute" I said softly, brushing his hair off of his face. While the others cringed and fake gagged at my comment. The few of them left towards the kitchen, wishing Seungkwan to feel better as they did. "I don't feel good" he whimpered, I played with his hair as I did so, "I know baby, probably because you have a fever"

"No, my sinuses hurt" I bent down and kissed his nose, which apparently was sensitive from his illness, "hhhTTChhi-hhhAtChii tttchhii hh-hhitTchi"

"Bless You" he sniffled and grabbed a tissue from the coffee table next to the couch, and blew his nose. "Is it normal for my nose to be this itchy?" He whined, blowing his nose again. "Yep, pretty much"

"This sucks"

"I know baby I'm sorry" he lay back down on my lap, "I want to sleep"

"Once you eat, we can medicate you and send you to bed" he nodded, I heard Scoups call us from the kitchen, "breakfast is ready"

"C'mon let's go pretty boy" I kissed his forehead, the two of us walked together to the kitchen, the other 11 members were already eating. "Good morning love birds" Joshua said, noticing the two of us. "Morning" I said, sitting down at the table, Seungkwan sat down on my lap, "why's he so cuddly?" Jun asked, pointing at Seungkwan who was curled up in my lap like a koala. "He-"

"HhtcHU hht-CHuH-hhtChHi hhTchhyyu"

"Bless you Seungkwan…. That's something I never thought I'd say" Joshua said laughing. "He's sick" I explained, brushing his hair off of his forehead. The others gave sympathetic looks as Seungkwan muffled a painful sounding coughing fit into my chest. I rubbed his back comfortingly, Wonwoo set a glass of water on the table next to us. I tapped his shoulder, he pulled away from me, and took a drink of the water. "Ow" he whimpered, rubbing at his throat. I placed a soft kiss to his temple, "I'm sorry baby" I whispered into his ear. He cuddled against me again. "Baby I know you don't feel good, but trust me you'll feel better if you eat something. Then we can drug you and you can sleep" he whined softly, but sat up, taking a few bites, before leaning back against my chest, "do you want me to feed you?" I asked quietly, knowing that having a fever can make it hard or tiring to do simple things, he blushed, but nodded. Scoups seemed to notice we wanted some peace, because he turned to the others, "guys, living room?" The 10 others nodded, and followed the leader out.

Scoups p.o.v

The rest of us headed to the living room, "alright guys, Seungkwan has always been really good about taking care of all of us… literally every year… since debut. So I think we should be mindful to be helpful in taking care of him. So, here's my plan, Jeonghan, can you set the dehumidifier up in the Verkwan room? Jihoon, can you put Seungkwan's blanket in the dryer? Chan, can you find the thermometer? Mingyu, can you make soup for dinner? I'll get the medicine he'll need, the rest of you, please disappear, and once the others finish, also disappear, Seungkwan needs sleep, and he'll get the best sleep in a quiet dorm" The others nodded in agreement. They quickly did as I asked, and the 11 of us left the dorm, just before doing so I let Vernon know that we were leaving. And then wished Seungkwan to feel better.

Vernon p.o.v Once the others left the dorm it felt so quiet. "Ready for some sleep baby?" He nodded, "as soon as we-""Hhhtchii- HHh- ehh- hhTchhyyu hHtchU-HitcHhu HHttcchUH HHtchhi"

"Bless you- as soon as you get medicated you can -bless you- get some sleep" he nodded, "can you get off my lap so I can get you medicine" he shook his head, "you're comfy" I kissed the top of his head, "you'll feel better if you get medicine"

"Carry me?" He gave me pleading, puppy dog eyes. "It's a good thing you're so cute and small" I picked him up, allowing him to koala cling to me. "Not cute," he said, burying his face into my neck. I laughed, carrying him to our room, the medicine was sitting on the bedside table. He swallowed the medicine and then curled up against my body, "I love you" he whispered. "I love you too, feel better" I said kissing his forehead.

[scaarletwiitch]

How about domestic fluff? Clint gets sick (like not bad sick. Just cold/flu stuff) and Nat takes care of him?

Uh, so I just discovered my ask box has been filling up without me being notified! Anyway, hopefully this anon is still around and enjoys this. Just a heads up, Clint has covid in this fic.

Quarantine - Read on Ao3

“What are you doing here?” Clint lifted his head to see over the back of the sofa as the apartment door opened. 

“We’re quarantining, right?” Natasha deadpanned, dumping the duffel bag slung over her shoulder next to the door.  

“Nat, I’m sick!  You know with this deadly virus?  You can’t be here.” 

“You think the Red Room invested this much in me for a coronavirus to be able to take me out?” 

He dropped his head back down onto the sofa.  He was too dizzy to argue, besides if he did faint on his way to the bathroom at least there was someone to pick him up now. 

“So, what’s it doing to you anyway?” She had enough courtesy not to nudge his feet out of her usual spot on the couch and instead took the papasan chair.

“Tired,” he groaned, flopping his right arm over his face.  “Dizzy, sweaty, achy,” he coughed violently into the arm over his face.

Natasha’s brow twitched at the sound of the cough.  “That’s it?” 

“Sore throat,” he murmured.  “Stop making me talk.” 

“Have you eaten anything?” Natasha asked, her eyes taking in the bottle of Tylenol, and foil packets of ibuprofen scattering the coffee table.  

“Not hungry,” he groaned.  

“You shouldn’t take ibuprofen on an empty stomach,” she pushed herself to her feet and headed into his kitchen.  “You’ll damage your stomach lining and before you know it, you’ll be vomiting blood.” 

“Natasha,” he complained as loudly as he could from within his blanket cocoon.  He followed it up with another cough that made her wince. 

“Do you want a sandwich or pasta?” She called out over his coughing fit.  “You know what?” the coughing continued without pause for Clint’s answer.  “We’ll go sandwich.  This bread will go off before the spaghetti and I'm guessing you don't have 2 weeks of supplies in here.” 

“I’m not hungry,” he wheezed out catching his breath from the coughing fit.  

“I know you’re not hungry but you’re also dizzy, exhausted, and more than 1800mg into the ibuprofen.  I can’t let you take anymore without some food.  So, you’re going to try, ok?” 

He didn’t protest and she set to work making a sandwich for herself and a smaller less interesting variant for him.  She then found the largest glass she could, some stupid plastic contraption with a straw on the outside that she might vaguely remember him winning when they stopped by a carnival on their way home from an assignment more than ten years ago and filled it with water.  

“There,” she pronounced as she sat the sandwich and ridiculous drinking container down in front of him.  

He only groaned and burrowed himself deeper into his blankets.  

“At least drink the water,” she badgered.

He pulled himself up against the sofa and reached from the stupid cup, sucking violently on the straw.  “Thanks,” he said after drinking deeply.  “I’ll try the sandwich in a bit.” 

“Before you take any more painkillers?” 

“Before I take any more painkillers,” he agreed, settling himself back into the warmth of his blankets.  

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Just as a reminder, I'm pretty much always taking prompts and requests featuring Clint and Natasha.

[kpopsickies]

heyy, could you pls write about stomach sick jungwoo and johnny and somebody else from nct (anybody) taking care of him?? but please no vomiting or toilet stuff tysmm!

Sickie: Jungwoo

caretaker: Johnny, Haechan

warnings: fever, a few brief mentions of nausea

Jungwoo p.o.v

*after a live stage for sticker*

Why am I so cold? The lights from the stage are so bright. My eyes hurt, I'm dizzy, oh shit I need to smile, ugh darn ending fairies

FINALLY the cameras stopped recording. "good job guys" Taeyong hyung said as half of us collapse/flopped down after cameras turned off.

"are we done yet, I'm tired" Haechan half-whined. "yes, we're done-"

"FINALLY!!!" I winced at his loud voice, feeling like it shook my brain. "lets go get food I'm hungry"

"sounds good to me"

"I just want to go back to the dorm and sleep"

"I'm all up for going back to the dorm"

"I have some work to do at the studio"

"yeah, me too, I have some choreo I want to work on"

After about 15 minutes of discussion and planning it ended up as Taeyong, Winwin, Doyoung, Yuta and Taeil going to the studio. Johnny, Haechan and Mark were going to eat, and Jaehyun had a meeting with his manager. I just wanted to go to sleep, Haechan wanted me to join them but I was tired and my stomach was starting to cramp so I turned down the offer.

I didn't enjoy going back to the dorm because that meant being on a bus and I was beginning to feel nauseous. I half-dragged myself to my room and collapsed on my bed. My stomach cramping badly. I whimpered softly curling up holding my pillow to my stomach. just take a few breaths and go to sleep I whispered softly cringing at the aches, as I slowly fell into a restless, painful sleep.

-meanwhile-

Johnny p.o.v

"I can't believe Mark ditched us to hand out with Baekyun and Kai"

"are you honestly surprised?"

"not really no"

"what do you want to do?"

"go back to the dorm?"

"sure why not, I think Jungwoo hyung went back, maybe he'll want to play a game or watch a movie or something."

"sounds good to me, let's go"

We got back to the dorm and were surprised that it was so quiet, I kind of expected the tv to be on. "Where is he?"

"maybe he went out because he was bored?"

"I could call him"

"I'm gonna check in his room first, maybe he's in there"

"good idea"

Haechan p.o.v

as I got closer to his room I hear a quiet sound, almost like crying or whimpering.

"hyung, a-are you okay" I say softly opening the door. as the door pushed open I was shocked to see Jungwoo hyung curled up in a ball crying, holding a pillow tightly to his chest. I walk over to him quietly and placed my hand on his back. I felt him flinch away. “Hyung?”

‘go-way” he mutters, his breath hitching over a sob. “hyung, what’s wrong”

“i’m’k” He mutters, his voice barely audible, especially with the soft sobs racking his body. “hyung, I think you have a fever”

“I know, I’m so cold, achy, my stomach is killing me, and my head is pounding”

“did you take anything?”

“not ‘ungry, might vomit if eat anything, don’ wanna take on empty stomach” He continues to mutter. “hyung, I can barely understand you, take a few deep breaths” I say gently rubbing up and down his back. the only response I receive is a whimper. “Hyung, I think you should eat something small, that way you can take some medication for your head and stomach, it will most likely help.”

“I don’t wanna”

“hyung please”

“Noooooooo” he whines “hyung I’m serious” 

“no” he says clearly getting annoyed. I feel guilty, I don’t want my hyungs mad at me. “I’ll be back” I say softly, leaving to find Johnny, he is older, and bigger, and stronger, so if we need to drag Jungwoo downstairs Johnny hyung most likely could drag him. 

“hyung”

“oh hey haechan, you startled me, Is Jungwoo here?”

“yeah... but he’s sick”

“he’s sick? Why didn’t he say anything?”

“I don’t know, he says his stomach and head hurt but he won’t eat something and he can’t take medicine on an empty stomach, and I was thinking, maybe, you could use your hyung status to force him to eat something small, because I kind of think, this morning he ate, but not a lot, he just ate a piece of toast, and then we had a performance, which always makes me tired and hungry, so i think, I mean he does have a fever, but like I also think part of the reason his stomach hurts is because of his hunger, maybe” I trail off at the last part, realizing I had been kind of rambling. “It’s a good theory, I’ll have him eat something, do we have any crackers?”

“I’m sure we do somewhere”

“could you go look while I go talk to him”

“ok” I say as I walk off, secretly happy that I wasn’t the one who would be dealing with the grumpy sickie. 

Jungwoo p.o.v

“Jungwoo, Haechan told me you were being difficult, why are you being mean to the maknae.” I heard Johnny say as I felt a weight dip onto the bed, “not trying to” I say softly, feeling guilty. “are you okay?”

“not really, I don’t feel that great”

“what doesn’t feel good?”

“my head and stomach”

“are you hungry?”

“I don’t want to eat”

“but are you hungry?”

“y-yeah”

“how about you try some crackers, and then you can take some medicine. Then you might be able to sleep better if the pain is less”

“ok, ummm.... Is Haechan mad at me?” I ask feeling bad for the way I had snapped at him earlier. “he’s not mad, but i think he was a bit shocked by how short you were with him, and I think he felt bad” 

“oh” I felt even more guilty. I heard a soft knock on my door. I heard Johnny tell them to come in, and Haechan walked in with a small tray of crackers and a bowl of ramen. “how are you feeling hyung?” 

“ok, my stomach hurts” 

“I’m sorry hyung, that’s not fun” he said as he set the tray down. He gently place his hand on my forehead, I subconsciously leaned into his touch, wanting any sort of comfort, “I think your “fever” from earlier was actually from overheating from the stage lights, which I think caused your headache, and I think you’re dehydrated, how much water ave you drank today?”

“none”

“that’s probably why your head hurts”

“so you haven’t eaten or drank anything all day?”

“I had toast!”

“you didn’t even finish it”

“but still....”

“hyung, you need to be careful, if you got too dehydrated you could end up in the hospital, and if you don’t eat you could get sick! You need to take care of yourself” Haechan says sitting on the bed in front of me, his tone half-concerned, half-scolding. “you eat the soup, I’ll get water, and then we’ll see how you feel” Johnny hyung said as he slowly stood up. 

After eating, and drinking so much water I thought I was going to drown, I fell asleep my head on Johnny’s shoulder, feeling so much better, sometimes I really should listen to my members.

 I (j)hope you enjoyed =)

[becauserelapsingisfunapparently]

~Day 3~

The third day of my fast was successful. I just drank water, black coffee, and coke zero. I didn't exercise today sadly. I really need to get on top of that.

I was invited to a family friend's house since they made food, but I turned it down. My mom brought me some back and I didn't eat any despite it smelling amazing.

I am craving chips right now. I don't even have a preference, I just want chips. I keep wanting to break my fast, but I know that that is not an option (I measured myself and took a few more before pictures, and I look like a blob. Blobs don't eat).

I haven't gotten to my phase where all I watch is SS vs SS or videos of mukbangs or people binging. I'm still in my staring at thinspo, listening to my ED playlist, and looking at ED memes all day phase. I don't miss this obsessing over food or my disordered eating (I refuse to say I have an ED because I don't feel I'm valid being obese and all).

I'm cold on and off and I'm starting to feel light headed when I stand. My legs feel so sore and achy. I'm so freaking hungry too. I can't wait until the hunger disappears. It doesn't make fasting easy, just a bit more bearable. The only thing helping the hunger is black coffee and coke zero, but the caffeine keeps me up so I'm unable to wake up early and work out for a few hours.

I'm torn between going to bed to escape the hunger and looking up more thinspo.

[lesbiabmatsu]

Who is the most cranky, irritated, hungry, and all-and-all extra during that *special* time of the month?

I'm on mobile and can't figure out the read more thing here so allow me to just

BIG MENSTRUATION CW. I will put a terrible image so you can scroll quickly and avoid any of this nonsense

Usually, I tend to make them stem right from Osomatsu-kun with a few little twists before they landed in high school.

Once in a while, though, I do make them cis purely to crack jokes about precisely this sort of thing to joke around about my own terrible blood curse. This is not concretely canon in this little universe, but sometimes you gotta make gross jokes. Let's make some cursed content!

CRANKIEST and MOST IRRITABLE

Choromi. She's out for blood the second she's even mildly frustrated. Like a charging bull.

Totty. God. She won't be Obvious about it, why do that when you can wring sympathy out of those around you, but she will just pummel a pillow

Ichimi. This is part of why her technique is to hide under the blankets all hours possible, remaining unseen in her own little migraine sensory deprivation chamber.

Jyuushimi. She keeps quiet a lot. She just avoids her frustrations and stays away from folks.

Osomi. She's pretty chill until, once in a GREAT while, she just explodes and starts suplexing people.

Karami just cries about it. Blubbers like an animal in a cold climate.

HUNGRY

Ichimi. Her blanket prison usually includes Oreos. And chippies. Actual food means emergence from blanket prison.

Osomi. As almost always. She's just pickier.

Karami. She's the chocolate bitch. She's running out of places to hide it.

Todomi. It's never healthy but she also does juices and smoothies so it's Ok

Choromi. Hard to find something that hits right. The search makes her mad. Just goes for the basics and deals.

Jyuushimi. Her tummy gets majorly upset for 2/3 of it, poor thing. She makes up for it after.

TOO MUCH ™

Choromi, for sure. Very pissy, constantly overstimulated, and if someone is mad at her even for a second she spirals.

Ichimi. Her head hurts and she's suffering. Don't expect answers, do not perceive her, do not talk too much to her. Her sisters simply toss her what they sense she needs, and the blanket swallows it whole in a flash. You will hear a death rattle periodically. This is sadly normal

Karami. Everything is literary melancholy, every experience is Catharsis, her pain is horrifying and somehow she's barely exaggerating. She will need affirmation that she's loved, but will still drag herself bent in the fetal position to get her own things if you don't stop her

Jyuushimi is in the bathroom. Whenever you need it, she is in there. Something unholy has happened. Don't ask for details, just get her some water when she emerges

Todomi. Mostly because she asks for favors and help and pats on the head and could you get me a drink? A soda? The heating pad please? and her little needy face will make you feel so bad if you hesitate

Osomi is an achy shambling corpse but as far as functioning like a human goes, she handles it well! Whines a lot, of course, but she can still walk around and do things, which is more than the rest can say. Claims hers are the worst and Choromi plans for murder

[treya-barton]

Not sure if you're taking requests based on those starters, but if you are... "You've got a fever. Of course I'm not going anywhere." pretty please? 😍(Feel free to ignore this though)

This trip, which was supposed to be the sequel to the bestday of his life, was instead an utter disaster. It had started off well enough. On their wedding night they had spent a lovely time cuddling in the luxuryhotel room Rise had gifted them with, too tired to do anything more strenuousafter their long day.  They had woken up,nice and well rested, before heading out on the flight Yu’s parents had bookedthem for their wedding gift – a trip to Hawaii. Yosuke had been looking forward to it almost as much as the wedding since it would be his first timetraveling outside of Japan.  It was alsohis first time on a plane, and although he was a little nervous especially withit being a 7 hour flight, he didn’t let it deter his eagerness.  

Really, Yosuke should have been paying attention to thesigns early on in the flight.  Instead,he had been too busy staring outside the window as they flew into the sky,gazing out in amazement as they floated above the vast sea of clouds, feeling awethat something so large could feel as if it was weightless as it appeared todrift above the Earth.  He knew they wereactually flying at an incredibly fast speed, but it was hard to tell with theclouds drifting all around them.  He wasso enthralled by the sight, that he totally didn’t pick up on the fact thatseveral other people on the flight were sniffling, sneezing, and coughing.  Not that there was much he could do about it35,000 feet in the air.  By the time theywere about to land, however, Yosuke was beginning to pay better attention ashis head began to feel foggy, and he started to get a scratch in histhroat.  “When we get to the hotel room,I’ll probably need to drink some water,” he commented, not mentioning his othersymptoms to his partner.  Yosuke was toowrapped up in thinking about all the activities they had planned for the day toreally pay attention to his warning signs.

Yu, however, was paying much better attention, and had beenworried by the number of people wearing face masks he had seen on theflight.  While Yosuke hadn’t verbalizedhow he was feeling, Yu could tell he looked a little flushed and when hementioned needing water it definitely made him concerned.  Yosuke managed to maintain his high energylevel once they stepped off the plane, excitedly telling Yu that he couldn’t believehe was actually in another country as they headed to pick up their luggage, butit didn’t stop Yu from carefully watching him. Once they got into the taxi that would take them to their hotel, Yosuke definitelybegan to show signs of illness, and Yu could tell he was trying his best tofight it.  Yu waited until they wereactually in their hotel room to approach him, reaching up with a cool hand andpressing it against his forehead, holding steady when Yosuke tried to shy awaylast minute.  Yu frowned.  “You have a fever,” he said, going into his bagand searching through for the small box he had brought with first aidsupplies.  He always liked to be preparedand knew he had some medicine Yosuke could take.

“I’m fine!” Yosuke lied. “It’s just really hot here so I’m a little warm. It’s not a big deal –nothing a dip in the ocean can’t cure!”

Yu shot him a cold look, and Yosuke immediately snapped hismouth shut while looking guilty.  Hesighed and sat on the bed, starting to feel achy and chilly at the sametime.  “Dammit,” he said softly, acceptingthe bottle of water Yu handed him along with the packet of aspirin.  He popped the medicine into his mouth beforetaking a sip of the water and swallowing it down.  He really began to feel the scratch in histhroat after that and let out a light cough, before realizing just how foggyhis head felt.  He couldn’t take thechill anymore and crawled across the bed before sliding in under the covers, tremblinga little as he curled into a ball for warmth. “Dammit,” he repeated squeezing his eyes shut as he buried his head betweenthe pillows.

He suddenly felt a cool hand on the back of his neck beforeit carefully drifted to his shoulder and tugged gently until Yosuke was forcedonto his back.  Yu was kneeling next tohim and had pulled out a cool compress pack he had brought along.  He carefully placed it on Yosuke’s forehead.  His hand trailed along the side of his face,before feeling at the hair at the back of his head, noting that it was alreadystarting to get damp with sweat from the fever. “I can’t believe I’m ruining the honeymoon,” Yosuke coughed, and Yushook his head.

“I believe our vows included “in sickness”,” he gentlyreminded Yosuke, encouraging him to drink more of the water before he cappedthe lid and set it on the bedside table. “You are certainly not going out today though.  I’m sure later I can get room service to setus up something nice for dinner though. You should definitely sleep for now.”

Yosuke coughed again. “Take lots of pictures of the dolphins,” he said glumly, since they hadplanned on going on a dolphin watching boat tour that afternoon.

Yu stretched out next to Yosuke, reaching out and tiltingYosuke’s head until it was resting on his shoulder.  “I’m not going anywhere,” he replied, runninghis fingers through Yosuke’s hair soothingly even though his locks were dampwith sweat.

“I don’t want you sitting around stuck here with me,” Yosukeprotested.  “I’m just going to fallasleep.  Go and make sure at least one ofus enjoys this trip!”

Yu shook his head.  “You’vegot a fever.  Of course I’m not goinganywhere,” he said firmly, and Yosuke pouted.

“You’re so stubborn,” he complained, and Yu grinned at him.

“I have to be around you,” he hummed, before kissing the topof his hair.  “Rest.  I’ll make sure when you wake up you’ll have somethingwarm to eat.  Hopefully by then you’ll behungry.”  Their last meal had been lunchon the plane; Yosuke had definitely been looking forward to eating somethingmuch nicer on the island.  

“If you’re going to stay here, stop hovering around mebefore I get you sick,” Yosuke replied, shoving Yu lightly.  “You’re crowding my space anyway.”

Yu didn’t want to leave his husband’s side, butknew Yosuke had a point and reluctantly got up and headed to the smallcouch.  He pulled out his phone tomessage the others and update Yosuke’s parents, while keeping an eye on thebrunet, not relaxing until his eyes finally drifted closed.  It was certainly unfortunate that Yosuke hadgotten sick on their first day, but Yu honestly didn’t mind spending timehaving Yosuke to himself, even if the other man was sleeping.  He watched his breathing slow as he fell asleep,occasionally interrupted by a light cough, before switching over to pull outhis kindle for some light reading as he relaxed.  He knew Yosuke would recover quickly – healways did – and be fine by tomorrow and that they’d be able to enjoy the restof their vacation as planned.  But fortoday he was content to watch over his husband and nurse him back to health.