#puking in the same bucket

[trashmouthsworld]

You're all wrong, post-fall injured Hannigram IS romantic, it's just romantic in a "awwww he held your hair back while you threw up in a grimy gas station toilet from food poisoning? That's so cuteee" kinda way

[drivemysoul]

she cancelled my fucking tickets!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[poopertricks]

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[lordprettyflackotara]

noise || hoody

SMUT. MINORS DNI. 18+. remember when i talked about this hoody fic 509 years ago? yeah here it is. also yeS i am aware masky & hoody belong to marble hornets this is the only time im going to address this💀 we are in 2024 in this fandom WE KNOW. anyways enjoy !! <3

If there was anything you could’ve changed about your life, you had a particular decision in mind.

Being a desperate college student for cash, babysitting and dog walking wasn’t paying the off the debt you were accumulating.

You had scoured Craigslist, confident that there would be an odd job you’d be able to accomplish for quick cash.

Looking back you wish you had known quick cash wouldn’t come easy.

A posting offering $5k a week fell into your lap about a week later. The details seemed easy enough. The ability to clean an older mansion, whilst keeping the identities of the multiple infamous residents that resided there a secret seemed like a piece of cake.

What the posting didn’t list, was that the infamous residents were unhinged killers. Some of which you couldn’t even categorize as human.

It also didn’t list that your position would be residing in the mansion, permanently.

Being a maid in the Slenderman mansion was, in lack of better words: fucking terrifying.

The residents operated at odd hours. No matter what time you cleaned, you always received the displeasure of running into someone.

The longer you stayed, the longer paranoia began to settle in. Ben Drowned, the poster of the Craigslist ad, was a perv. You learned to stray away from electronic devices he could peep his head through. Jeff the killer, one of the most unhinged, had a short temper. He was one of the first ones to opt out of having his room cleaned by you, a decision you silently praised after walking by and seeing how filthy it was.

The next to opt out with a demonic creature named Eyeless Jack, one who specifically requested you stay out of his medical lab. Given all of the blood and goop you had mopped up at this point, a fear of being eaten led you to offering to clean it regardless. EJ knew you wouldn’t be able to handle it, given his ‘hobbies’ were the most gore filled of the mansions residents. It didn’t surprise him when you left the lab green, puking immediately in a bucket he had placed beside the door for you.

The other members whose names you were obligated to memorize, Jane, Clockwork, Jason the something maker, all were rarely home. You learned to steer clear of Jason’s workshop, the dolls he made often speaking to you as if they had souls. The only three other residents who lived in the mansion full time (minus its owner), were what you learned to be proxies. These proxies, two of them at least, seemed to be human just like you.

Ticci Toby’s mortality was still up in the air for you. He once had tripped and fallen after you had mopped the floors, landing on the marble face first. He got up like nothing happened, giggling to himself about ‘how wet you made the floor’. After observing him throw axes in the training room, you decided to steer clear of him.

Masky seemed to be the trio’s leader, his face consistently hidden behind a doll resembling mask. He avoided you like the plague, skipping the formalities and acting as if you didn’t exist. You never asked questions, not knowing how long anyone had truly been here. But Masky in particular seemed a bit older than everyone, when you accidentally stumbled upon him coming home late one night from a mission. His nose was trailing blood, his mask broken in half. You ensured to avoid eye contact, but extended a wet washcloth to him so he could attend to his nose.

After that your dynamic remained the same for the most part. Except when both of you occupied a room together, neither of you made an effort to beeline to the door.

Hoody was the last proxy, the one that made you more at ease than the others. Hoody had spoken a grand total of maybe ten words to you, introducing himself and Masky before dashing out of the back door. The only time you really saw him was when you cleaned his room, the man doing a poor job of pretending to read magazines while you cleaned. Other than that, you only caught glimpses of the proxies when they came home in the late hours of the night from missions.

Most of the time they were soaked in blood. In a couple of odd occasions you had to assist them in carrying one another up to Eyeless Jack’s medical lab. You couldn’t figure out why the proxies were here, two humans not seeming to fit in with the rest of misfits that resided here. You had no idea soon enough you’d be up close and personal.

Late night was when you preferred to clean, most of the killers away from the mansion and out hunting. The existence of the residents here only existed because of their dedication to keep their identities a secret. Night time was the perfect cover, for them and for you. You were leaning over the kitchen sink, scrubbing at a particular stubborn pot when you heard the back door open. You tried very hard not to stare, not wanting to gain unwanted attention.

You glanced up briefly, catching a glance of Toby’s and Masky’s familiar figures as they trudged upstairs. “He cost us that fucking mission, Slender’s gonna be so pissed off,” Masky growled, rounding the corner of the kitchen. Toby trailed behind him, an axe dripping blood slung over his shoulder. “Y-yeah, what w-w-was he thinking?!” Toby exclaimed, his stuttering something you had grown accustomed to. You noted Hoody’s absence, your eyebrows raising as you returned your gaze to the pot.

The sound of doors slamming echoed through out the other wise quiet mansion, the silence fulfilling you with some sort of ease. It didn’t take long for the final proxy to stumble into frame, his hand cupping his face. You weren’t forbidden from interacting with the mansions residents, your urge to help sweeping over you. Hoody was awkwardly stumbling, immediately leaning onto you for support as you helped him stay standing.

“I got it,” He huffed. His usual ski mask was half raised, the bottom half of his face revealed to you for the first time. His chin and upper lip had surprisingly clean cut facial hair, kept to a minimum. You guided him around the counter, helping him sit onto the kitchen counter by the sink. Hastily he shoved his yellow hood off of his head, yanking the ski mask off with it. You were surprised a normal human being stared back at you, a large gash sliced across his cheek.

“Jesus Christ,” You muttered. You grabbed a clean wash cloth, running it under cold water. “Didnt ask for your commentary doll,” Hoody said dryly. You swallowed, wringing out the excess water. You could’ve done what you did with Masky, handing him the washcloth and wishing him a silent farewell. But instead you didn’t. “Sorry,” You mumbled. You craved human contact, any kind of human contact. Brushing off your skirt you stepped in between his legs, leaning forward.

You were careful to avoid eye contact, focusing on dabbing the wound. Hoody silently winched under the feeling, inhaling through his teeth. As gently as you could you dabbed away the blood. “Do you want me to get EJ?” You asked. Hoody’s face was stone cold, from what you could see out of the corner of your eye anyways. “Dont bother, i’m sure he’s sick of patching us up all the time,” He grumbled. The wound didn’t look deep, just very long. Thankfully most of the blood was gone, the rest of his face covered in specs of dry blood (that you presumed to not be his) and dirt.

Turning on the sink you washed out the washcloth, the crimson paint drifting off down the drain with the water. You then returned to Hoody, wiping off his face. You weren’t sure what compelled you to be so compassionate, Hoody’s eyes fluttering shut. He took a deep breath, his shoulders seemingly relaxing. You were gentle of course, not wanting to piss the killer in front of you off. But even Hoody knew your action wasn’t callous.

Once you were done you awkwardly stepped aside, putting the rag in the sink. “You want a cig?” Hoody asked. He dug in his jeans, pulling out a beat up cigarette box. “Is this your way of showing gratitude?” You asked. The man in front of you smiled, extending you the box. “This right here is the only kind of buzz you’re getting around here doll,” He explained, allowing himself to half smile. You had never smoked a cigarette before, nor had you really planned on it. Not like it mattered now.

You put one to your lips like people did in movies, watching Hoody do the same. He pulled out a lighter, flicking it and igniting the end of his cigarette. You leaned forward, watching Hoody attempt to flick the lighter again. The flame refused to ignite, the sight of small sparks making him sigh. “Masky always takes the good lighters,” He muttered. He inhaled his cigarette, blowing the smoke to the right. You found the gesture of attempting to not violate you with smoke a little sweet.

“Well I appreciate the offer. I’ve never smoked a cigarette anyways,” You admit. Hoody shook his head. “That just won’t do then. Put it to your lips and stay still,” He ordered. You did as instructed, watching him lean closer to you. His fingers went under your chin, keeping your head held high. You felt your face beginning to burn, the end of his cigarette lighting yours as you inhaled. You both avoided each others gazes, until the second he began to back away.

For a brief moment you shared eye contact, searching each other’s eyes. For what? You didn’t know. You properly inhaled, coughing immediately. “You guys like this stuff?” You asked in between coughs, continuing to choke. Hoody nonchalantly took another drag of his, watching you struggle. “It’ll grow on you, trust me. I didn’t like it at first either,” He confessed. Once you regained strength in your lungs you properly stood up. Hoody remained seated on the kitchen counter, with you standing beside him.

“How long have you been here?” You asked curiously. You were stepping over a hundred boundaries, ones you could die for if you stepped over the line too far. “A while,” Hoody answered honestly. You took another drag of your cigarette, the taste of tobacco growing on you. “How long are you going to be here?” Hoody countered. You exhaled, glancing back at the proxy. He had exhaled through his nose, boldly making eye contact with you.

“A while.”

You found the courage to turn around, facing him fully. “You aren’t lonely?” You asked. Hoody gave you a smile, tossing the bud of his cigarette into the nearby trashcan. “I am, are you?” He asked curiously. You followed his lead, tossing the bud of the cigarette into the trashcan. If it set the kitchen on fire, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to happen. “Yeah I am,” You admit. Hoody slid off of the counter, his tall height towering over you.

“Do you uh, wanna change that?” He asked. For a killer who had a victims blood splattered across his face moments ago, he seemed so awkward. You wondered how long it had been since he had been with a woman. How long would it be before you could be with a man again? “Please,” You sighed. Hoody kissed you just as rough as you expected, both of you melting into the other. Both of you were undeniably needy, touch depraved and lonely. You were sure this was forbidden for both of you but as his tongue slid into your mouth, you just couldn’t find it within yourself to care.

“Call me Brian but only when it’s us, okay? Thats not who I am anymore but that’s who I want to be with you, okay?” Hoody asked. You nodded, the normal name bringing your comfort. Brian’s hand snaked down your waist, squeezing and kneading at the flesh of your ass. You whimpered into his mouth, the sound only making him harder. There was no telling how much longer you’d be around, the residents of the mansion unhinged enough to snap at any moment.

You couldn’t fully undress here and going upstairs was out of the question. “This has to be quick, we can’t get caught,” You whispered. Brian nodded, slipping his hand up your skirt. He rubbed against your wet cunt, your panties preventing any further stimulation. Brian had zero control over his life but he did right here, right now. You had no control over yours either, the decision to fuck each other to release steam the only free will decision either of you could make. You palmed him through his jeans, his cock practically busting through the fabric.

He guided you to the counter, grabbing the sides of your panties and yanking them down to your ankles. He shoved them into his pocket for what you thought to be safe temporary keeping. But Brian had other ideas.

“Fuck, please, wanna feel you Brian,” You whispered, trying hard to not groan loudly. Brian quickly undid his belt bringing his lips back to yours. It had been so long since he had kissed anyone, your soft lips driving him mad. It wasn’t long before his cock was at your entrance, awkwardly shuffling with his jeans at his ankles. He fell a bit backwards, causing you to laugh. “Fucking hell, sorry-” He began apologizing. You giggled, hopping off of the counter.

You brought him fully to the ground, pushing his back against the oven. “This might work better,” You replied, lowering yourself down onto his cock. Brian’s cock felt like heaven, your mouth falling open. Both of you let out a sigh of relief. You had no way to masturbate, no way to possibly release the stressful tension building inside of you. As you pressed your forehead against Brian’s, you realized that this was what you got. This was your outlet.

Brian’s gloved hands met your waist, helping you roll your hips. You let out a loud groan, one of his hands flying to your mouth. “Shh, you can’t make any noise,” Brian warned, your inability to stay composed only making him more hot and bothered. He took control, guiding your hips to ride him at a pace that worked for both of you. You were as wet as a virgin, your body yearning for more as Brian abused your g spot. Your sinful moans were muffled by his gloved hand, his other attempting to guide you.

He brought himself close to your ear. “If you wanna get off, you’re gonna have to ride me by yourself mkay? Do that and i’ll play with that pretty clit of yours doll,” He huffed, trying to control his own noises. You nodded yes profusely, trying to concentrate on grinding your hips against his. With his spare hand he found your clit, drawing sloppy circles around it. For a brief moment he was worried about his ‘skills’ not having slept with a woman in years. Whether he was good or bad at it, you didn’t appear to give a shit. You were still a panting mess, your hair sticking to your forehead from sweat.

Your walls clenched tighter around Brian as you felt yourself closer to euphoria, your eyes fluttering shut. With your forehead pressed to his you pawed at his hoodie, grabbing handfuls as your orgasm washed over you. Your sinful noises were muted by Brian’s hand, the muffled sounds music to his ears that he had made you feel that good. Your walls fluttering around him triggered his own orgasm, his cum flooding inside of you. He dropped his hand from your mouth, both of you taking a moment to breathe.

In a moment of true loneliness you leaned against Brian’s shoulder, ignoring the faint smell of dried blood and sweat. Unsurely Brian stroked your hair, trying to remember if that was comforting or not. He licked his dry lips, a bold question on the tip of his tongue.

“You wanna share a cigarette again tomorrow?”

[idksomething327]

I'm in love with the idea of forcing someone to puke where you want. Like, you're cuddling with someone who's nauseous and ready to puke. Their face is buried in your chest, and you are petting their back and telling them it will be okay. It looks so wholesome and sweet, but you're also holding them tight enough that any of their weak efforts to move away are pointless, leading them to let it out all down your chest. Same goes for puking over your shoulder and down your back. You can also take someone's bucket from them at the last second. They grasp frantically at it but you've already tossed it to the other side of the room and their stomach is already starting to push all its contents up onto the bed sheets. They know they'd make more of a mess trying to fetch it, so they sit there pathetically, making a huge mess as they burp up puke onto the blankets. All of this would be easier to do with someone who's drunk. You could tell someone is about to puke so you position them over yourself on the bed, and in their delirious state, they puke all over you without even knowing what they're doing while you squirm in pleasure underneath them.

[lou-struck]

Around Again

Sheishiro Nagi x reader

-Your day at the waterpark turns stressful when you lose your sleeping boyfriend on the Lazy river. 

W.c. 1.8k

Warnings: Reader goes a bit crazy in the heat, sunburns, dehydration

a/n: It’s Wip Mountain Charlie! 

"Hey, Wake up Lovebirds,. We're here," a voice calls, walking you from your accidental nap. 

The tinted windows of the team's van dull the brightness of the sun just beyond the glass as you blink slowly. The chill of the air conditioning has you nuzzling into the warm body of your boyfriend, Sheishiro Nagi, as his head of snow-white hair stirs against your shoulder. 

"Are we there already?"

"No, we just decided to walk the rest of the way," Reo responds sarcastically as the other men pile out of the rental van with eager smiles on their faces. 

After a grueling season, the Blue Lock team was in desperate need of a vacation, and Reo, as the resident rich friend, was kind enough to invite everyone over to one of his family's luxurious vacation homes, which just so happens to be about an hour away from a very nice waterpark.

The tall, twisting water slides cast a shadow over the team's VIP parking spot as you climb out of the backseat. Having lost his pillow, Sheishiro grumbles but follows soon after. 

"You guys unload, I'll head on inside and book us a private cabana. There are too many of us to all get seats next to each other." the purple-haired man says as if it is no big deal. "Let's all meet up for lunch in a few hours."

You nod and walk through the gravel to the back of the van, where the soccer players are sorting through the bags. Apparently most of them decided to use the same exact bag for packing, so the sorting process is taking much longer. 

"Here's your bag y/n," Rin says, handing you your cloth beach bag. His drawstring bag rests on his arm, heavy under the weight of the horror novels he packed for the trip.

"Thank you, I hope you get some time to read today." you smile taking the wolven handles.

He shakes his head doubtfully and glances toward an overly enthusiastic Bachira, who is pointing animatedly at the park's entrance map. "Me too, but Bachira has threatened to send me down every water slide in the park."

"Mmmhmm, the yellow-eyed man nods as you walk over to him, "It's a bucket list thing; you should come with us; it will be so much fun. Isagi here even promised not to puke."

"Hey. It's not like I want to," the blue-haired man says embarrassedly. "I'm just not used to going on all the rides."

"I'm not going anywhere until my sunscreen sets in." Chigiri frowns behind his shades. "I'll be in the shade until then."

"I'll go with you," Rin says immediately following after the pink haired man leaving Bachira to pull Isagi towards the first looming tower. 

"It looks like it's just us," your boyfriend says, looking around the bustling park. "What do you want to do first y/n?"

"Maybe we should find the cabana and put our bags down," you mention, noticing that his fair cheeks are already turning pink under the harsh sun. "We can put on some sunscreen while we are there, too; you look like you are already getting burnt."

He frowns and looks at you with puppy dog eyes, "do I have to? Sunscreen is such a pain to have to put on over and over again."

You roll your eyes and give him a fond smile. "Yes, you'll thank yourself later."

"Fine, then could you put it on me?" he asks softly. "Since you want me to wear it so badly."

You swat playfully at his shoulder, the act not harming him in the slightest. "Fine."

"Ow, you hit me." he pouts like the big baby he is and rubs gingerly at the spot. "That hurt, why do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you; I love you and want to make sure you don't get sunburnt." you scold; you watch as he tries and fails to keep the soft smile from breaking through his poker face. 

"I love you too," he smiles, taking a step closer to you; his hands come to rest on your waist as he presses his lips to yours. The blissful, lazy rhythm of his lips makes you forget about the heat of the sun and the crowded waterpark for a moment. Until his too-warm forehead comes to rest against yours. 

As much as it pains you to do so, you push away from him. "I'm going to go and get us a bottle of sunscreen. Could you take our bag to the beach area where the cabanas are?"

"Yeah, I can do tha~" he yawns, handing you his credit card. 

"Tired already?" 

"Yeah, the sun drained my battery, so I'll just shut my eyes until you come back."

"In the shade please," you tease, walking off to go and buy some of the park's overpriced sunscreen before your boyfriend turns into a lobster. 

~

Instead of buying one tube of sunscreen, you approach the cabana with a bag full because you know in your heart that (with the exception of Chigiri) these footballers have not even thought about sunscreen all day. 

When they come back to practice next week, their coach would be beyond furious if his starting lineup was out of commission due to sun poisoning. Sand from the man-made beach slips under your sandals as you walk along the edge of the lazy river. Dozens of people float along the strong current in innertubes completely at peace in the water. Rin and Chigiri are the only ones in the cabana when you enter; they both look content as they flip through their books, but your boyfriend is nowhere to be found. 

"If you're looking for Nagi, I would check the Lazy River," Rin says without glancing up from his novel. "He said it looked like something he would want to try."

"Oh, thank you," you reply, setting the bag of sunscreen down on an empty chair. "I got this for everyone, so feel free to use some."

"Thanks, we'll need it," Chigiri says gratefully.

As you walk down to the bank of the lazy river, you peer out at the people floating by, some wave, but you are far too distracted when you notice a wooden sign on the riverbank. 

Welcome to the World's Longest Lazy River

Shit…

If Nagi got on here, he could be halfway around the park by now. You could wait here for him to come back around, but standing out here in the hot sun seems like the last thing you want to do. 

The water, just meters away, calls out to you like a siren, and as the sun beats down on you, you cave and answer it.

Grabbing an empty green and white striped innertube, you step into the water; the strong current pulls you away from the shore before you can consider turning back.

Your legs kick as furiously as a water polo player as you try to steer your way around the dozens of tubes in your path. Until you see a head of white hair bobbing in the distance.

"Sheishrio," you call out to him. Your legs still kicking through the shallow water. 

When he doesn't respond, worry that he has fallen asleep in the tube. If you don't find him soon, it is very possible he could spend all day floating along the river and baking under the UV rays. 

As a large group of people enter the river in front of you, he disappears from your view. 

It takes far longer than necessary to get around the group, but when you do, you come across a fork in the path. 

You sigh and decide to lift your feet and go where the current wants you to go. You bob through the refreshing river and are sent under a waterfall. The moment the colder water hits your forehead, you realize that you are baking in this heat as well. 

Waves fizzle in the air as you spot a head of white floating along the river lazily. Ditching your tube entirely, you swim with the current, the yellow and white striped innertube bobbing closer and closer to your outstretched hand. 

Your fingers slip as they find purchase on the slippery rubber donut, spinning it around, "I found you~"

An older woman who looks to be in her 70's pulls her oversized sunglasses down he nose and glares at you with murderous intent.

"What the heck did you stop me for?"

"Sorry, I was looking for someone," you say, quickly letting go of the tube and pushing it (and her) away from you as she flips you the bird. 

You're too hot

You're thirsty

Where is your boyfriend?

The heat has clearly gotten the better of you as you slap at the water in fevered frustration. Your head pounds as you look forward. 

"What's wrong?" a familiar voice says from behind you. "You don't look too good."

You sigh deeply, "I'm trying to find my boyfriend, but the river is too damn long, and it's too hot out here to think."

A slightly pink hand takes yours, and you come face to face with the very man you have been searching for. 

"I win," he smiles, his hair damp from the waterfall, and his cheeks are more than just a little pink, but you have a feeling you look worse. "Now let's go get you out of the sun for a bit, yeah?"

~

Back in the shade and luxury air conditioning of the cabana, you are sprawled out on one of the Adirondack chairs. Sheishroi brings you what seems like your millionth glass of ice water and readjusts the cold compresses on your neck and forehead. 

"How you feeling" he asks, cupping your face with his cold fingers. 

"A lot cooler now," you sigh, leaning into his touch. "I felt like I was boiling out there."

"I know, I saw," he says, taking your other hand and coaxing the glass to your lips. "Drink up."

You down the glass in greedy gulps, noticing for the first time the sweet hint of the infused fruit inside. "How did you get behind me? You couldn't have gone all the way around the park in that short of time." 

"The river got boring without you after the first bend, so I got out at the next opening. And then I saw you float by. I wanted to catch up with you, but you were moving so fast."

"Because I was looking for you," you murmur. "I wanted to help you, and now you're the one having to take care of me instead of having fun with everyone else."

"I like taking care of you," he says, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Besides, if you want, we can take a quick nap in the shade and then see how we are feeling about going down those water slides in a little bit."

Tagging: @pixelcafe-network @sarah22447 @isaacdaknight @qardasngan

[bellysoupset]

irl story under the cut -

my guy is an absolute BABY. He's very sarcastic and cynical most of the time, but the minute something as minor as the sniffles hit him he'll be complaining and whining, wanting cuddles, etc. Thing is, we're not from the same town so that's pretty difficult already, but also we work very different schedules AND he never ever takes breaks. So you know, I never get to experience the good stuff even though he's a germ magnet.

Just so happens this week he's got the stomach flu (again?? in like 3 months??) and still he was insisting he was fine, could work through it. Yesterday he texts me like "I haven't eaten all day because I was feeling queasy, but I forced myself to and now I think I'm gonna puke" and little updates because he still had one hour of commune before getting home. All "yeah, don't think I'm gonna make it."

Eventually he got home, we texted just a bit, I could tell he was dead, he told me he'd go to bed. His normal time to get up for work is 4 AM, yep you read that right, so I woke up at 6 AM and I was a little weirded out he wasnt answering me so quickly, but alright. Then he texted me at 9 AM "I actually stayed home today"

That really shocked me, he's the type to drag himself, but he explained "yeah, I was going to, but then I threw up on my doorstep when I was going out and spent the next 20 mins dry heaving, so I had to call in sick." Again my brain went blue screen at this, I'm just mumbling at this point and then he said "can you come over? I'm on break tomorrow"

Normally I work from home, so you know what, sure I can come over. My work day was slow anyway, so I drove to his place and he looked like a damn corpse, just throwing himself on top of me and whining and I'm like playfully rolling my eyes at him. He was definitely running a temp, but a low one. We cuddled a bit, watched some movies, I told him he had to eat something and so did I. He was actually very open to food, since he hadn't eaten anything since morning and we shared some leftovers, which wasn't anything heavy.

So we cuddled up in bed again and he pressed his mouth to my shoulder while we watched this very funny cutesy movie (L1sa Frank3nstein), which is super baby for our average taste, but it has multiple gross scenes and halfway through he kinda sits up and goes "can we pause? I don't feel good."

I paused, put the laptop aside and kinda patted my lap so he could lie down, which he normally loves, but he shook his head, paling considerably, "no, really, I don't feel good..." followed by a small gag. I cringed, pushing his hair back, "do you want me to get a bucket?" "no, I'm a grown man, I can puke in the bathroom."

I thought it was funny he said this, considering he was shaking from the nausea, but still not making a move to go to the bathroom. I didn't answer him, just scoffed and continued to rub his back, keeping quiet. I could literally hear his tummy gurgling and him gulping down burps.

He's stubborn as hell, so he didn't puke despite it coming very close, then collapsed down on my lap and asked for hair pets again. Which I did, so now he's snoring and I'm typing this on my phone. I'll type more if there are updates.

(this man is gonna give me a stroke)

[star-going-supernova]

Ouroboros 

V glanced up when the door opened, glad for any distraction from the tedious sorting she and J were working through. Tessa had been desperately apologetic for accidentally knocking over the shelf holding more than a dozen containers of different nuts and bolts and other little metal bits and bobs she didn’t know the name of. But the two of them were going on their second hour of picking through mixed metal parts, and it wasn’t exactly V’s favorite task in the world.

Her smile as N stepped into the room slowly fell. He had a hand to his visor, hollow eyes flicking about with a cornered sort of desperation. He was oddly rumpled, shirt untucked and tie missing. His hard hat was gone too, and his hair was all over the place. He stumbled, like his legs were weak, and when he reached out for a table to brace himself, he aimed so low that he nearly crashed into it.

“N?” V said, half rising from her seat. “Are you okay?” 

J scowled. “What happened to you, bozo?” 

N stared at them like they were ghosts. He looked around, then down at himself, then back up at them. “I…” he choked. He wavered the way a human would before fainting.

Abandoning her task, V hurried around the table to support him. Even J’s glower had lightened with concern. 

“Did you get in trouble for something?” V asked. She couldn’t think of anything other than being smacked around that could have done this to him. 

“Weren’t you out gardening?” J asked. 

V exchanged a look of confusion with J. Gardening was one of N’s favorite duties, and a secluded one too. He would’ve had to put effort into getting in trouble out there. 

She faced N again to find he was staring at her, all big teary eyes pinched together. “V?” he whispered. “Is this… real?”

“Maybe the sun finally fried his processor,” J said. 

V ignored her. “Of course it’s real, N. Why wouldn’t it be?” 

He shook his head. 

“C’mon. Sit down for a minute.” He followed like a lost, frightened puppy when she took his hand and guided him to a spare chair at the sorting table. “Should I get Tessa?”

“Tessa,” he repeated. He put his hand over his mouth. “Oh god. I think I’m gonna puke.” 

J made a wordless sound of urgency and practically threw an empty bucket at V. She shoved it at him, and he tucked it between his knees, hunched over, in time to retch into it. V winced as he shook, shoulders jerking. 

“I was joking about the sun,” J said. “But what the hell, did you actually manage to contract robot heatstroke?” 

V rubbed his back as the episode passed, leaving him breathing heavily with his forehead pressed to the table. “She’s right, N. We should bring you to the technicians to be looked over—”

The door opened again, and this time, it was Cyn who poked her head into the room. There was something… off about her. V couldn’t have explained it, but a shiver stole up her spine. 

“There you are,” Cyn said. “I—”

N lurched to his feet. The chair tipped over, and V was just barely quick enough to snatch the bucket up before it could spill. He faced Cyn, and she saw his hand flex oddly, arm starting to raise like he was going to point at her, before he froze in place. 

At the same time he’d moved, Cyn grinned strangely, tauntingly, before she also went completely still, eyes wide and expression dropping. 

V stepped away, hugging the bucket like a shield. Her eyes darted between them, back and forth, in a panic. J had gone all tense, looking as taken aback as V felt. 

She’d never seen N react to Cyn like that. He always had a smile for his little sister, and certainly never the glare she could just make out at this angle. And Cyn had never looked anything beyond happy or innocently confused. Even when she said she was annoyed or upset, her expression never soured. 

“What the hell is wrong with you two?” J finally said after a long, fraught silence. 

“This is… inconvenient,” Cyn said. It wasn’t an answer to J. She was plainly speaking to N.

N tilted his head. But not in his cute puppy-ish way. V’s shoulders rose, and she inched further away from him. She felt, inexplicably, like she was facing a predator. 

“This changes nothing,” Cyn said. 

“Oh,” N replied lowly. “I think this changes everything.” 

Cyn narrowed her eyes. Her hand twitched at her side, and V would’ve sworn she saw a light flash around her hand, but it was gone in a blink. She scowled. 

And N grinned back like he was baring fangs he didn’t have. 

• • •

basically: time travel fix-it where N gets shot back to the manor except, hahaha, Cyn does too

[somepsychopomp]

I super love you omegaverse au! I’m wondering how Athena would react to ody getting pregnant with Telemachus considering her desire to make him the perfect warrior and what her designation would be if any

Athena, a virgin goddess, watching her stupid mortal protege get preggers:

Okay but for real though, I do like to envision Athena as an alpha *most of the time*. (This isn't what you asked for but here's some background between the two of them)

When she first met Odysseus and he was a young child, Athena presented herself as an alpha because it just felt natural. After all, she's the goddess of wisdom and war. She should be perceived as powerful, but her designation doesn't stop Odysseus from wanting to befriend her in addition to their mentor/mentee dynamic.

Also, Odysseus was too young to have presented by the time they met, but it would've been pretty obvious that he was destined to be an omega. Athena probably would've taken Odysseus' secondary gender as some sort of challenge bc like... yeah why wouldn't a god as impressive as herself be able to make an omega into the greatest warrior ever?

But as Odysseus grows up and she secretly becomes more fond of him, things start to change. Athena learns that Odysseus is more receptive to her teachings if she herself presents as an omega because she feels more relatable and inspiring to him. He doesn't want to get bossed around by yet another bigger, older alpha, he wants someone who understands him.

So by the time Ody is in his late teens, Athena is still huge and powerful and all that stuff, but she shows herself to Odysseus exclusively as an omega. Deep, deep down, she prefers it this way too. To Athena, her being an omega closes the vast dichotomy/power gap between them ever so slightly and lets her feel as if she has a real, solid bond with her mentee.

Ody, in contrast, takes Athena being an omega as her wanting to be his friend (which will lead to mentor/friend thing in My Goodbye).

OKAY now onto the pregnancy, sorry for the side tangent.

I think Athena would be "disappointed" in Ody for getting pregnant because that means there'll be a solid few months where he won't be able to train physically. Also, him having a baby means less time they'll be able to spend working together.

But lowkey I do think she'd just take it in stride. Like "oh of course my omega apprentice got pregnant, mortals do tend to do that." She'll have to adjust her plans for him the same way a teacher adjusts their lessons when their students fall behind, but there's no setback that's too great for Athena.

So as "compensation" for not being able to train Odysseus as a warrior, she'd spend his entire pregnancy drilling him about strategy, history, asking his elaborate riddles, giving him ridiculously hard puzzles to solve, and doing everything imaginable to train him mentally to keep his senses sharp.

Like she kinda views his pregnancy as a physical illness and since she never really gave Ody a break before, even when sick, she won't stop now.

Like Odysseus could be bent over a bucket puking his guts out from morning sickness and Athena would be holding his hair back, asking, "Now, Odysseus, let's say you were pregnant while your kingdom was at war and an assassin has snuck into your palace at this very moment. How would you defend yourself?"

Odysseus, still spitting up bile, replies by taking the golden, and very pointy, pin in his chiton and reaching back to deftly strike at her hand.

"Very good. Next, let us presume there was more than one assassin. What do you do first? Call for help or stand your ground, and why?"

Ody would very much want her to stop talking at that point, but he knows she's only looking out for him, so he just goes along with it.

[kismetologyy]

Uhhh

So🧍‍♂️

I'm back after centuries of decomposing and I've gotten a new idea

And you guessed it

It's about Legend

I don't have much to say

I've been busy with school and all, and it's been months since I wrote, so this could be really bad

So let's just start

Prompt:

The Chain & You are staying at Lon Lon Ranch for a few days to rest. But you got sick on the way here. Mistakes were made, comfort ensued.

Notes:

Nb!reader | Grumpy Leg | just some cute comfy fluff

Also mentions of puke and other icky stuff

Not proofread btw (and never will be cuz I ain't readin all that again)

The sun was high up in the sky, the warm rays of light setting everything into a calm environment. Malon was cooking up some delicious lunch while the Links were outside doing some farm work, enjoying the sun and the refreshing wind of the late morning.

It was a peaceful day for all of the Chain, for once.

Well, for almost everyone.

You were stuck in the living room, wrapped tightly in a blanket, accompanied by an old musty bucket at your feet.

You had gotten sick just before your arrival, puking right at Legend's feet, which for the record, made him avoid you even more now.

You had only felt that sick once just now, and Legend was unfortunate enough to be right in front of you.

"I'm not risking to have more of their dinner remains on my shoes!"

As Legend phrased it to the others, refusing to get close to you in a 5 meter radius until you were perfectly up and running again.

You felt better now, but he was still as stubborn as a mule. It was incredible to watch.

Warriors was one of the first to be done with his work, as usual. So he decided to give you some company until lunch was ready.

You had only noticed him after the couch gave in slightly under his weight.

"How's it going? Feeling better?"

Wars tries to shoot up a conversation as he's stripping his armor off for the day. You still don't get why he's wearing it while working on a ranch, with no monsters ever in sight.

You gave a meekly "yeah" as your response, which didn't make his mood any better.

Just as the conversation was about to turn awkward, Twilight and Time had walked in to join the waiting progress, conversing casually before heading over to check on me.

"Ya' good, kid?"

Twilight asked as he leaned over the back of the couch to talk face-to-face, still with his usual country boy accent.

After saying the same reply over and over again to everyone entering in the living room, it was lunch time.

Legend had arrived late, only walking in as the infamous pumpkin soup was being served. But no one bat an eye, since everyone could trust him to be the responsible one out of the younger bunch.

All went quiet after everyone greeted Legend at the table, with only very few of Legend's responses served to his travel companions.

All 10 9 of them were all over you. Even if you told them you were doing fine, they would see it as the apocalypse.

The ranch finally started to settle down, each having their free time to spend with either other members, or being on their own on the ranch on in town.

The sky was quick to turn dark, with a clear night sky as the first stars were appearing just now. You could only sit and watch out of the window as the moon shone over this era of Hyrule. It was fascinating how every era looked uniquely different from each other, but the sky always stayed the same, unaffected by the wars and disasters that stuck Hyrule over the centuries.

Aftera short walk on the ranch and being called inside again by Malon to 'rest', you sat back down on the couch, the couch already remembering the spot on the cushions where you had sat all day.

You had planned to sleep on the couch and maybe get some more alone time rather than share a room.

It was great staying with the Chain, really. But sometimes, enough is enough.

The couch moved as someone put their weight on it. You look over, and right next to you was Legend, staring forward like a statue.

It left you puzzled as to why he sat there so suddenly. Maybe he was the one person who knew you weren't sick anymore? It would only make sense, it's Legend after all.

"... alright?"

You could barely make out what we're the first words he said, but you understood his message.

"Yeah. I'm better."

You thought that was it with the daily interactions between you two, but he didn't move, nor did he say anything else.

It wasn't hard for you to read people, and you could certainly sense that something was up...

You both sit there in an awkward silence, listening to the chirps from various bugs outside. But the silence was quite comfortable.

"Sorry.."

Came a mutter from the hero, which was the last thing you'd expect to hear, and from him of all people. Was he apologizing for something for once? But it did feel like he really meant it, which made you feel somewhat better about ruining his boots a few hours ago.

Nonetheless, you were stunned as you tried to come up with a good answer.

"It's nothing. You dont have to apologize." Was the only thing you would come up with, which only set him back to his unapologetic state.

After yet another session of unbreakable silence, Legend grabbed the unoccupied blanket that was draped over his side of the couch. He got comfortable and laid down, probably not in the mood to sleep with the others either, which wasn't uncommon.

...

"Do you mind?"

He eventually breaks the silence, cause you were sitting too close to him, so he was unable to get his legs up properly.

"Right, sorry."

Was your only response as you moved to the end of the couch. With a soft sigh, Legend got comfortable and closed his eyes to finally rest.

Now your space was taken up, and neither of you wanted to get up and sleep in the same room as the other Links.

So now you tried to think of a solution, eventually laying on your side and trying to squeeze onto the couch with him, facing away from each other to avoid any uncomfortable situation.

You could feel him stir a little to make space, but he clearly wasn't happy about sharing.

The space was too cramped for you to sleep comfortably, but you didn't want to move, even if you had no choice.

So against your will, you got up from the couch and immediately laid down again, now spread out on the carpet right by Legend's feet with a blanket and pillow taken with you to the floor to sleep with.

It wasn't even a minute before someone broke the silence.

"Get up."

The hero that had taken up the couch was now up again, not at all pleased to see you sleeping on the floor like a peasant.

"I'm fine."

You wanted to stay stubborn and let him sleep. But you could only watch as Legend got up from his spot and grabbed your wrists, pulling you frim the carpet right to your feet and almost giving you another nausea attack.

You wanted to protest, but he didn't bother to give you a chance to speak.

"Don't you dare do that when there's clearly space. Ya hear me?"

You could only nod as he plopped you down, obeying him without second thought as you lay down for the third time in one night.

"But I don't want you to sleep on the floor."

It's like you read his mind, since he stopped right in his tracks as he was about to settle down at your feet.

"I can handle it."

"So can I."

"No, you–"

"You know I can."

After a quick round of back and forth, you convinced him to not sleep on the old ragged carpet of the living room. But what now?

You could almost see the gears turning in is head. But he eventually came up with something, which was by far, the dumbest thing he's ever done, and something that he will probably regret forever.

"Move over."

He tried to make this quick and easy, and you only followed his command as he pushed you a hit to squeeze in behind you, now between you and the couch.

Being the nice person you are, you gave him some of your blanket, and he surprisingly accepted.

It was an awkward situation, with Legend pressed against your back in dead silence, squeezed together to avoid falling onto the well-aged carpet in the middle of the night.

At first I was hard to even keep your eyes closed, but exhaustion slowly took over as your eyes started to droop.

But something ripped you out of your peace that made your heart speed up.

The veteran had draped his arm over you, holding you close as you could feel his breath on the back of your neck. It was heavy and calm, which meant sleep probably took him earlier than you.

But you knew he was a light sleeper, so without any resistance, you held onto his arm before exhaustion finally took you into a deep sleep.

♤————————

You thought you had rested well, but turns out it was still way too early, since the sun wasn't even up yet.

And you weren't the first to notice, since Legend's arm was gone from your hold, but he was still there, probably trying to keep some distance between your bodies.

You couldn't resist the temptation anymore, imagining his drowsy eyes and his hair all over the place. You shifted your body carefully, slowly turning over to face him.

He was already observing you from the moment he was awake, but there was another awkward stare between you two.

And man.

He looked even better than you imagined.

Everything about him looked more appealing than ever. Or maybe you didn't notice until getting so close to him.

...

"Morning."

You attempt to break the silence of the early morning, wanting to stay on good terms with him.

"Morning."

He replied the same way. He never was much of a talker in the morning, and you didn't mind it.

It felt strange comforting to lay there with him. It warms your heart at just how nice he could be.

But you didn't expect him to do such a bold move.

He was now huddled up to you again, this time with his face buried in your chest. You could see his blush reaching all the way up to his long pointy ears, and my god was he cute.

The comforting space you created only got better as he seemed to relax against you, with your hand now placed on his back to keep him there.

"Hey?"

You tried to get his attention, which succeeded as he looked up at you, his face still flushed a reddish color.

"Is it okay if I rant a little?"

Legend agreed without much interest, bringing you forth to start rambling mindlessly to him. It was almost therapeutic having someone to talk to. And it seemed like he really didn't mind, just wanting to hold onto you.

It's kind of funny, how the one hero that is always so tense is cuddling with you at this moment.

Both of you lay there in silence for a long time, almost falling asleep again from the little comfort bubble you've created.

Legend's face was burried in your chest as you traced some nonsensical patterns on his back.

But then both of you started hearing the creaking footsteps coming from the guests room, where the other heroes are situated.

Before you could even say something to alert Legend, he sprung up from the couch, almost tumbling over you as he got up.

He was up just in time, as Time and Warriors entered the living room area.

"Morning. Where were you two even? I didn't see you at all."

Warriors mentioned as he walked over, just being curious.

"I slept on the floor while [Name] was on the couch."

Legend lied right in his face, but you could understand that he didn't want to be seen cuddling with anyone.

"Protecting the ladies, are we?"

Warriors started teasing again, which immediately broke out into a bickering fight.

But Time was watching this conversation with a big smirk before stopping them from causing any accidents.

Time had come to the kitchen at night to get some water. And on the way there, he spotted the two of you huddled up together.

But your secret is safe with him.

It's not as bad as I thought it would be, and that's wonderful👍

Now that the children have been fed, I must dissapear for another 3 months.

Peace✌️

—♡

[amourrs]

Some sick!reader + Ellie headcanons I've been thinking about for you Ani <3

• You aren't too sure if it's a coincidence or Ellie is really just That girlfriend, but when you're feeling unwell, all her plans get cancelled out of the blue for her to lay on the bed next to you on her phone quietly glancing towards you from time to time to make sure you're happily enjoying the drink she fixed for you.

• She also goes above and beyond to distract you from the pain,- physical or mental; and probably talks to you to a point where you have to attack her with kisses all over her face for her to stop infodumping for a second and just enjoy the show y'all are watching

• Back rubs.. belly rubs.. arm caresses.. temple kisses.. small pecks.. knuckle kisses.. and boob holding for comfort??? Ellie-

• If you start to feel better by the evening, she tells you not to frown about the missed date and hand crafts a blanket fort "Girls night" as she likes to ironically call it and laugh about it(I'm a sucker for Ellie being traditionally girly dont look at me) She basically makes you watch old movies, does your hair and lets you paint her nails.

you don’t understand how happy this ask made me like omg. 18+ only due to suggestive content under the cut! expansion below (also featuring a couple of sneaky ai audios right at the end…) cw for vomit.

this is so cute i’m gonna cry you just understand all my daydreams!!! she’s so gf i love her… btw it’s canon that cups of watery, kind of awful tea ABOUND in your household when you’re sick and you don’t have the heart to tell ellie they’re bad. she’s looking at you and prompting you with her eyes to take a sip and you have to conceal your wince as you do it. “it’s good tea, right? dunno if i left the teabag in for long enough… google said two minutes. was that right? it’s good, right???” you wait for her to stop but she just keeps rambling and you feel so bad for her that you just have to nod along and swallow down the tea 😭😭

the infodumping… god, the infodumping. you’re just trying to focus on a show through your thumping headache as ellie drones “honestly, i think taissa did do it to allie on purpose, even if she doesn’t realise it-” until it gets to the point where you thwack her with a pillow and she pouts at you before pecking your forehead with her lips and snuggling down next to you.

also i see your boob holding and raise you tit sucking… because yes you’re sick but, well, ellie’s still ellie, and so of course she still wants to do horny things. she’d spring it on you right as you’re waking up from your mid morning nap, eyes all soft as she looks down at you all curled up in the little cosy nest of blankets she meticulously arranged for you.

“hey baby. you just wake up? i can make you another cup of tea if you want,” ellie offers happily. she must see the slightly apprehensive look on your face because her eyebrow crooks up as she continues: “or, well… i was thinking… what if i, like, sucked your tits? just a little? think it might help ease some of the aching… after all, my mouth is kinda magical, if i do say so myself.” you’re unable to contain your splutter at the terrible joke. ellie grins and keeps pushing it. “in fact, this might be a miracle cure!” she says with all the drama of someone announcing they discovered a new planet in the solar system. “you might never get sick again!” comes her next line, hands gesticulating wildly in the air as your chest begins shaking with unbridled giggles.

a fake depressive look turns your girlfriend’s lips down as she dramatically sweeps a hand across her forehead. “okay, maybe that’s a bit far… stop laughing at me. you’re gonna make yourself throw up again,” she teases, except you both seem to realise at the same moment that her last statement was probably true. your eyes lock as ellie dives for the sick bucket and you do in fact puke, her calloused hands holding back your hair from your face <3

as for girl’s night- i feel like she would probably make you a little mocktail because even though you’re not well enough to be drinking, cranberry juice is really good for you and lemonade is almost one of your five a day if you really think about it… and “mint’s basically a vegetable. like, it’s green enough, right?” when you’re forced to take the opposing side on the is-mint-really-a-vegetable debate she acts like you’ve just hit her with a hammer and insists on calling jesse to settle the matter.

“ok, i need your help with a super important decision,” ellie says, a stern expression on her face. the way her eyebrows are wrinkled in the middle looks extra cute, you think, and lean forward to kiss her. instead you’re met with a hand to the sternum and an angry glare. “damn. okay, important decision,” you agree, eyes lifting to hers in curiosity. your girlfriend sucks in a deep breath and you brace yourself… “should i paint my toenails green or pink?” ellie asks innocently. you feel like thumping her- why do i ever take her seriously?? you think, heart slowing back to its normal pace as you throw her a dirty side eye.

“wait, actually… that yellow looks kind of cool-” you cut her off with a thump to the head with your pillow. “OW!” comes her pained response, your lips tilting up into a smug smile as ellie shoots you a look of pure betrayal. “ok… OK!” THUMP! “i get it! no yellow…” the pillow lifts again as if to drive your point home for a final time and… THUMP! “ow! fuck! wait, why is your pillow so fucking solid?”

+ as promised, the ai audios… as i mentioned on my blog before, my bot isn’t anywhere near perfect yet so please excuse if these happen to sound a little funky!

[eternal-stay]

HYUNJIN SICKFIC HEADCANONS

SICKIE

•soft boy

•emotional, everything is suddenly deep. will probably cry over a butterfly because he’s sad that the world will

make it die (the same world that is making him sick, that’s the actual reason)

•doesn’t like to be alone because he needs to be distracted

•will spend the time watching movies and crying over them when he’s sick

•but doesn’t rest when he’s injured

•hates hospitals and needles so much

•shamelessly slumps against the members. if they don’t catch him it’s their problem. they aren’t allowed to drop him anyway

•absolutely out of energy. the rare moments he does want to be alone, he’s either reading or laying down contemplating his miserable existence 

•likes to drink tea of different flavours

•feels really betrayed by his body not working. he’ll sulk about it

•headaches really bother him. he just curls up to someone and rests his head on them, hoping to have his hair played with

•likes sitting half on the couch and half on the members’ lap

•would rather not rely on han or i.n because he’s protective of them but they’re comforting so he does anyway

•same with chan, but because he’d hate to worry the leader

FEVERS

•so sentimental. he reflects on every little think until he finds something to be emotional about 

•he’s a mess

•low-grade fevers tire him out as much as high ones, but without the sweating. if it’s over 38.5° he sweats buckets

•so the members make him wear short sleeves and just put a blanket of two around him

•he really loves blankets and being cozy 

•constant chills. he shakes like he’s inside the water the titanic sank in even if you could melt sth on his forehead

•will probably tear up when someone confirms that he has a fever after feeling awful all day. so pitiful

•body aches, head pounding, rosy cheeks, glossy eyes… he can’t hide it at all.

•always pressing his head against cold things. the window, a bottle of water, a carton of milk, someone’s hand…

•if it were up to him he’d lay in bed all day next to someone

•really hates being alone during it. he grabs onto whoever is taking care of him whenever they try to go get medicine. ‘are you leaving? please stay…’

•bad nightmares. he often wakes up in tears and that’s another reason he can’t be without company 

•gets nauseous in cars because the sweating and headache tip him over the edge

STOMACH BUG / PAIN

•normal. he doesn’t have a strong stomach but not a weak one either

•gets stomach bugs more than random pain

•with a bug, he throws up a lot but little in each wave

•so sad to watch because he mostly gags unproductively and coughs

•doesn’t spend ages being nauseous until he pukes like changbin but after it he has a hard time calming his body down

•his stomach sometimes hurts worse after throwing up because of the strain

•would rather have someone next to him to rub his back and hold him steady

•needs someone to brush his hair away from his face if he has any (buzzcut was hot hot) because he’ll be busy hugging his tummy

• doesn’t get bad cramps unless he eats something bad, to which he just curls up on someone until it goes away or he has to throw up 

•drinks a lot of tea. some members find it gross, others british. at least he doesn’t get dehydrated, which mostly keeps the IVs and needles away

•has a hard time eating normal food when his stomach is sick. just give him rice.

•he can’t really survive with that though so the members try to get actual food into him. they’re most times unsuccessful 

•i can even see someone feeding him while he curls up into a ball of pity trying to keep the nausea at bay

•definitely lays face down on his bed, arm around his stomach and face buried in the pillow while the members play with his hair or run his back

•bit dramatic

•’can you play music? maybe that’ll drown  out the feeling of death coming for me’

COLDS 

•cute

•gets really sniffly and sneezes a lot because his nose is runny. that’s much better than being badly congested though 

•low-grade fever at most

•sometimes his head hurts and he gets dizzy after sneezing a lot in a row

•just sits with his head on someone’s shoulder while they’re on their phone or watching tv 

•fluffy blankets are a must

FLU

•he’s a wreck

•always burning up. high fever to the point of making him delirious so he spends most time crying

•red and glassy eyes both from the headache and the fever

•doesn’t get chest cough but his head feels very stuffy with congestion 

•unlike colds, he gets a blocked nose and muffled ears which just worsens the pressure in his head

•lays down on someone’s lap and loves when they softly trace their fingers over his temples to help the pain

•doesn’t have the energy to eat or drink and has ended up in the hospital more than once

•with how disoriented he’d been, he had chalked it up to a fever dream

•the flu is the worst moment to leave him alone. everything awful that can happen happens: nightmares, sore muscles, nausea, head aches…

CARETAKER

•so so gentle and concerned

•if it’s not bad, he might tease the sickie a bit to get a little laugh

•overall really careful with what he does and says because he’s super sensitive when he’s sick, so he wouldn’t want to upset the others in case they feel emotional

•if sickie cries, he softly brushes away their tears. who needs tissues when there’s hyunjin

•soft for the other 00’z and the maknae, protective of chan and minho and worried for changbin

•actually really sweet to our dwaekki because he’s so used to the flirtiness that when it’s absent he can tell the older feels really bad. would do anything to get a smile out of him

•doesn’t get sympathy sick but gets sympathy nauseous. still, he won’t leave the puking sickie’s side unless someone else appears to take over for him

•if the sick member cries, specially those younger than him, he feels like crying with them. just holds them close but not suffocatingly and dries their tears.

•few words but a lot of action

hyunjin is such a pure soul. we can see it on stage and behind the scenes and i just like him sm

lace dividers by anitalenia (og white, recoloured by me), star dividers by cursed-carmine and swirly divided by enchanthings

[she-whatshername]

Hey haven't done this in a while but the interpecation of Xaden if his partner told him they're pregnant got me wanting a scenario on it, Pleaseee if you can, could you make one? 🥺

Hello dear! I Hope you dont mind I took a little creativity with this one. Enjoy and thank you for all the support in my writing

He needed to stop looking at you like that. There was no way, in any lifetime that Xaden Riorson would look at you the way he does now. With such admiration and affection.

All while your head was craning into a bucket spewing out both dinner and desert.

Before you could contemplate his strange behavior any further another wave of nausea rises in you, causing you to lean back into the bucket and retch out what was left of lunch. Fuck. No one has ever mastered a cute way of throwing up. You finally rise to a sitting position, your eyes closed while you catch your breath through mouth, not daring to breathe in through your nose unless you want to find yourself back in the bucket. You feel a comforting presence on your cheeks, cool to the touch and most soothing. Slowly you open your eyes to be greeted by Xaden’s shadows caressing your skin, his onyx eyes still locked on you with that same, love struck look.

“I think,” You begin, your breath finally caught up, “The baby doesn’t like chocolate cake.”

He raises a scared brow and smirks, “You sure he’s mine?”

Asshole. Even though you were rattled from being sick, two could play at that game, “Well, I didn’t know how to tell you, but Bodhi and I have been spending quite a lot of time together lately - hey.” You begin to protest when Xaden’s shadows reced from your skin and begin to swirl on the floor, “I’m kidding, love.”

He grumbles something while walking over to you to kneel at your side, a cool cloth inz hand that he begins to press against your cheeks.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask finally, curiosity getting the best of you.

“Like what?” He responds while wiping at your lips and chin, not bothered at all that he’s not kneeling next to a bucket of bile.

“Like I’m some sort of,” Freak. Yet that wasn’t true, instead he stared at you like you were a, “Goddess.”

“Because you are.” He answered simply while continuing to clean you up.

“I haven’t showered today. I think I have cake vomit in my hair, I’m swollen, sweaty, and you’re dangerously close to a bucket, my bucket of puke. I can barely walk down the hall without being exhausted, and did I mention bucket of puke.” You point out, running through the list like they’re obvious.

His eyes are on you again, now his face is studying you, “I see before me the love of my life, my existence, creating and growing life. How could I not fall for you over and over again each time I look at you?”

“Xaden,”

“Your strength though all of this is what makes you so fucking beautiful, my love. And even on the days you dont get out of our bed, you’re still stronger than any soldier in Tyrrendors army. Hell, If I were you, I’d have Sgaeyl burn every bucket in this house to the ground. Now, I can worship you from the floor right here, or I do so while laying together in bed. What would you prefer?”

“I love you.” You whisper, tears prickling your eyes. “Bed, sounds good. Maybe a shower first.”

“Can I join you?”

“Please.” It almost came out begging, “I mean, It’s getting harder to reach my feet these days.”

He smirks again and slowly helps you stand, kissing your forehead before turning to pick up the bucket and start the water in the shower. You find your hands reaching for the roundness of your belly, grateful that your little one, who you’re convinced is a girl, is going to be so loved and cared for by the man before you.

[imma-soft-beeboy]

A/N: By popular demand here is the Gravity Falls men (aka the Mystery Trio) caring for you while sick. Hope y'all enjoy!

📖 Stanford (Ford) 🖊

Clocks the moment you become sick, you don't have to tell him at all he can tell he's an observant scientist

Is immediately going into nurse mode

Some part of him doesn't wanna get sick & screams to avoid you. But the larger part of his brain screams to care for you

He just knows you're not gonna take this seriously (calm down Ford it's just a common cold) so of course he side with the half that insists that he take care of you

He starts you on a medicine schedule asap and makes sure you take it exactly as prescribed/needed

Monitors all your symptoms & body temperature to determine if you get better, worse, or the same

He has a very scientific approach to it but that doesn't mean he won't also introject some of his own childhood must-haves

"My mom always made me soup/broth" type stuff

And your bed rotting layout is royalty-worthy; he's propped up your head, has 50 million cozy blankets, and fuzzy socks & sweatpants. EVERYTHING!

Insists you nap & will find any way to make you do so (even if that means he slips you drowsy cold medicine vs the nondrowsy)

So far so good right? Sure. But if you puke or have nonstop nose drippage he's gone

He will NOT be holding your hair back or cleaning up your tissues. He WILL hand you a trash bin to do it yourself. (He cannot risk contact)

Also this whole time he's been caring for you but from a distance. No cuddles, no kisses, and always washes his hands immediately after interacting with you. He's doing everything short of wearing a mask (and don't tempt him cause he will go there)

All in all 7/10; he tries but he will not be getting sick so don't expect affection from him while sick

🥊 Stanley (Stan) 💵

Stan won't notice you're sick until it's obvious (cough, puking, runny nose flowing down your face)

Very basic care but he tries; he's so used to living out of his car/off bare bones so he kinda forgot "luxury sick items"

Unlike Ford he doesn't care about getting sick & will actually get close/be more personable with you

He'll bring you cold medicine & tissues before bundling you up, putting something on the tv & curling up with you

Please hold this man's hand and clearly explain everything you want him to do for you otherwise he'll be mostly clueless

He doesn't mind taking care of you he just doesn't know what to do, he's so used to toughing colds out personally (he's like a Sim with no input lol)

If you want food he'll ask you what you want. Takeout? Sure, he'll go get it right away. Soup? He's on it, trying his best to cook. (He's bad at cooking so don't expect much.)

You need your hair held back while you puke, for sure! But he's looking away. And don't even think about asking him to pick up your "snot rags" (he has to draw a line somewhere)

Honestly, he thinks cuddles, TLC, and cold medicine will fix everything so if you ask for too much he might start questioning why or if you're conning him into doing extra (so don't try to convince him to do your chores or give you foot rubs)

He's definitely sharing his fav drama films/chick flicks with you, he thinks they're a great way to pass time cause they make you stay put to rest but they also distract you

Laughs at your weird sneezes & other weird sick noises

He likes to bring you tea or soup when sick because he has vivid memories of his mom bringing him hot drinks/soups (much like Ford)

If you do fall asleep he will watch over you while you sleep and/or cuddle you during sleep

All together 8.5/10 he's very nice and cuddly with you but will not know how to help you at all until you explain to him how to

🪕 Fiddleford (Fidds) 🧰

He can tell you're sick like a sixth sense (not scientific like Ford but just he can tell you're not yourself)

Immediately starts taking care of you & builds you a sick nest

"The Nest" is complete with tissues, a trashcan/puke bucket, millions of soft blankets & pillows, TV access with the remote nearby, phone + charger. (Optional: heated blanket, heating pad, snacks, etc. Honestly, anything you want he'll get.)

He'll check in on your regularly but not in the annoying nurse way Ford does & he'll make sure you take cold medicine as needed

He'll fetch you anything & fuss over you. Need your head propped up? Feet rubbed? Cold compress? Food? Drinks?

He'll cuddle you and curl up with you all you want

Hair will be pulled back while you puke and all dirty tissues will be picked up

Fidds doesn't care if he gets sick, you getting better is his main priority (plus if he gets sick he trusts you'll care for him the same)

Do you want tea? It's made EXACTLY how you like it. Soup? Absolutely! Takeout? He's on it!

He will encourage you to sleep & if you don't wanna or can't he'll do anything to help you drift off. Play you his banjo & sing to you. Cuddle you. Anything!

He worries for you & just wants to see you better okay?!

He knows a bunch of country/hillbilly cures, and recites wives tales to himself to ensure he tries all the tricks

That means get ready for: molasses on a spoon, ginger and lemon water, avoiding dairy, cold compresses for fevers, Vicks VapRub to the chest

While these things might help with your symptoms, none of these are gonna cure you; but he swears by them

He'll tell you stories about his childhood & family to keep you busy or put a smile on your face

Hope you enjoy him hovering cause he's not going away until you are better. He can and will sleep on the floor if he has to.

10/10 he's legit the cutest & is at your whim while you are sick (please be kind to him he's too pure)

[dollywheeler]

October 26th, 1996

[Outgoing call, Saturday October 26th, 1996, 01:15am]

N: Hello? M: Nance-. N: Why are you calling at... 1 in the morning? M: It’s Holly. N: *more alert, panicked* What’s wrong? Is she okay? M: Kind of? *sounds of shifting fabric* *general twitchiness* N: *sharp* Mike.

M: *reluctant sigh* Will and I had to pick her up from a payphone. Drunk. N: *shocked* What? M: She went to a halloween party, got drunk, and left because she didn’t want anyone to see her drunk! N: I - *voice softer* is she okay? M: She’s been puking a lot but otherwise she seems fine. Will's taken her up to the guestroom. N: That’s good, I guess. Where were her friends? M: *exasperated* *rambling* She didn’t tell anyone she was leaving! She’s ridiculous! I told her just yesterday she shouldn’t be running around in the dark on her own and now this? N: I mean, Mike, what were we doing at that age? Even after Will went missing! M: *louder, agitated* Yes, exactly, and look at where it got us! N: *silence* M: *thoughtful silence* *clothes shifting* *soft tapping on a wooden surface* M: I should tell mom, right? N: *hesitant silence continues* N: I don’t know… * pause* She called you for help? M: Yeah, but- N: *cutting over Mike* *determined* Well, okay then. No harm done. M: *rushed* *bewildered* But she can’t just - N: *cutting over Mike* Mike, she trusts you. She called you for help. Wouldn’t you rather have her call you again the next time something goes wrong? M: *confused* Why aren’t you more upset about this? N: *reluctant silence* *rustling of sheets* Well- I used to be 16 once… M: What does that mean? N: *annoyed huff* None of your business! M: *pointed pause* N: *reticient* Let’s just say I’m not going to be a hypocrite. M: *sound of nails tapping on tile* M: So what - just because we used to run around chasing demogorgons, we should just let her do the same? N: I’m not talking about that- M: *sharp* Fine, okay but what do I do? Do I just put her to sleep? N: *sigh* *sound of a phone changing hands* J: *tired* Just put her in the guest room with a bucket and make sure she sleeps on her side. M: *snort* How often does Nancy get wasted? N: *muffled, distant* fuck off, you nerd. J: Some people party in college as they should. M: Yeah- yeah, and some people had friends in high school. J: Go take care of your sister, dweeb.

[Call Disconnects, Saturday October 26th, 1996, 01:22am]

[mxr1na]

✧˖°ʚ🍵ɞ♡Sicktember Day 1[I’m not hungover, I’m just sick]Jeckole Angst- Class of ‘09✧˖°ʚ🍓ɞ♡

A/N: Day 1 of @sicktember’s 2024 Event! I really had fun doing this even though it was a time crunch cause I was just aware of the event like yesterday, but it’s fine. 🌊🫧Info!🫧🌊 730~ words

Inadequate writing lol

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Tw!- Heavy swearing, drug abuse + mention of vomit. Viewer discretion is advised.

Enjoy ^^

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Jecka slams open Nicole’s bedroom door, an obscene amount of annoyance washed away as she spots the brunette rotting in her bed in the humid room, which feels like being in a gym locker room.

Somehow, Nicole still looks appealing to the male demographic even if she is sickly pale with eyebags so deep you could’ve mistaken them for potholes.

She coughs, and smiles wanly at her. “Hey Jecka,”

“Oh shit are you okay?” Immediately at Nicole’s side, Jecka looks at her, feeling the creases and wrinkles under Nicole’s eyes. Her ebbing annoyance spikes up again.

“Ugh, did you try that MySpace challenge, the one where they’d snort a foot long line of whatever drug they could find? You know people actually died from that shit right?”

“When did you keep up with the news? No, I’m just down with the flu. I’m not that crazy,”

“The Spanish Flu?! Yeah right, don’t fucking lie to me. No one looks this bad when having the flu. Where’s the stash?” 

“Well I am!” Nicole snaps. “I get sick easily.I’ve been convulsing and throwing up for hours, couldn’t you tell?” She points to the evident putrid vomit bucket, almost filled to the brim with puke beside the bed. 

“Ew, shouldn’t your mom, like, empty that?” Jecka scrunches up her face.

“No, she’s too busy stocking up her medicine cabinet with beta blocker to care… Speaking of, can you get me some Paracetamol from there? Everywhere hurts like hell,” 

Jecka sighs “Knowing you, you’d probably mix it with bedside stash of Xanax, crush it up and snort it, so no, stay hurting like hell,”

“Fuck you, whore,”

Jecka rolls her eyes and sits down on the side of the bed. 

“That being said, I’m really concerned about you Nicole. This life isn't good for you…”

“Who are you? My friend or a guidance counsellor that isn’t trying to fuck me?”

“Okay you know what? Fuck you, I’ll just tell you straight. You’re fucked up and need help, and not even the cool sexy way that people fantasise about. The way people are being put in the mental asylum fucked up. And I’m sorry I can’t be like you, or even want to be like you, bu-” 

“Oh don’t make me laugh. We’ve popped percs and have done drugs together, don’t act all high and mighty now, when you yourself is as bad as I am,”

Jecka hesitates, scrambling her brain to say something as equally smart as her statement only 10 seconds ago.

“Well- atleast I don’t take the illegal shit, just fucking around with kid stuff to blow off some steam! You know, the ones that literally every high schooler would take in high school?”

“Oh, just because what I use is illegal makes me worse than you huh? The outcome is the same, isn’t it? The reason we take it is the same, is it not? Using it to get off some steam. So when I use an alternative you don’t like, then, I’m in the wrong?” Nicole’s face is manic, insane, testing Jecka’s will to not just bend her back over to agree with Nicole, like she usually does.

“Stop trying to act all philosophical and shit to guilt me into agreeing with you. I’m just trying to help,” A tentative step backwards. Look at you Jecka! Making progress!

“I don’t need your fucking help Jessica.” Nicole chucks the bucket at Jecka, who swiftly dodges it, all but some vomit finding its new home on her shirt. 

After that, she just…

Snaps.

Jecka shoves Nicole, making her hit the headboard, earning a bunch of her hair being roughly pulled, almost ensuring her to be left with a bald patch on her scalp.

“What, the FUCK NICOLE? I WANT TO HELP BECAUSE WE ARE  FRIENDS! WHAT, JUST BECAUSE I’LL BEND MY BACK OVER FOR MOST THINGS YOU ASK ME TO DO MAKES ME YOUR LITTLE PLAYTHING? YOU’RE FUCKED UP AND NEED TO BE LOCKED UP!”

“I DONT NEED YOUR HELP, AND I NEVER DID. JUST FUCK OFF!”

Ouch. That must’ve stung. But if it hurt Jecka, no evidence of it showed on her face.

“OKAY I WILL” Jecka slams the door shut, a gross trail of footprints tailing behind her.

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