#while sick and drinking some hot comforting stuff

[spongynova]

Spock needed comfort, not that he said it. Bones isn't easy to fool, though. SO it a blanket, plushy and hot beverage situation!

For @starrycrowz

[fatkish]

hashiras with child female reader who is like 12-13 years old and they are training her because she is their tsugoku or to be a slayer. reader loves to train and is enthusiastic, she does well in training, she never complains, she never misses and she has potential. One day reader is not going to train and when hashira goes to see her they find her in the fetal position and sobbing because her first period started. How would they react to that fact?

Hashiras Reacting to their young Tsuguko getting their first Period

(I didn’t know what kind of gif to put but I felt like this one from Tokyo Ghoul kinda fits)

Sanemi Shinazugawa:

Originally he was going to beat your ass for skipping on training but stopped when he saw you on the floor

For a moment he actually doubted how painful cramps could be and thought you were being dramatic but then he remembered that a lot of the corps members came from tragedy and you might not have had a female family member teach you about this stuff

Realizing that you might not actually know what’s happening to you, he realized he might have to teach you himself

After debating to himself about what to do he decided to go get you the supplies you needed

After setting the supplies outside your door, he went to the kitchen and started making you some soup like how his mom would when his siblings were sick

Obanai Iguro:

Absolutely is frozen, not because he doesn’t know what to do, I mean he grew up in a large family that was entirely made of women. He just doesn’t know how to approach this

He doesn’t want to embarrass you and he doesn’t know if you’d be comfortable talking about this with him

After much internal debating, he decided to ask Mitsuri for help

Mitsuri told him to stay by your side and get you food/drinks while she got you supplies

When she got there, she told Obanai to heat up a bath for you and make you some warm tea while she helped you

Shinobu Kocho:

Seeing you curled up on the floor, she suspected as much, I mean, you were getting to that age

The first thing she did was bring you some pain relievers and had you take a bath

While you were in the bath, she had the butterfly girls change your sheets if you happened to get blood on them while she prepares some tea for you and has Aoi prepare food for you to replenish the nutrients your body will lose

When you got out, she taught you the importance of hygiene and made sure to explain what’s happening and why in case you didn’t know

After that, she showed you how to use sanitary napkins/cloths/whatever they used back then

She made sure to answer any questions you might have to the best of her ability and made you get plenty of rest

Mitsuri Kanroji:

Oh she’s such a sweetheart heart

The moment she sees you curled up on the floor she runs to your side and asks a million questions about how you’re feeling thinking you might be terribly sick and on the brink of death

When you explain to her what’s happening, she sighs in relief and scoops you up and takes you to the bathroom where she runs a hot bath for you

While you’re in the bath, she cleans your sheets and gets you all the supplies you need

After the bath, she shows you how to use sanitary cloths and explains everything to the best of her ability and answers the questions you have

Afterwards, she makes sure to have you eat something and rest

Rengoku Kyojuro:

Oh boy, he’s perhaps one of the worst when it comes to this, though not intentionally

When he sees you curled up on the floor, he immediately asks what’s wrong and is frozen when you tell him

Yes he knows about these things but he has no experience with it, but his father might

So he goes to ask his father who begrudgingly gave him advice after listening to his oldest son go on and on until he realized his son might not shut up unless he helped

Kyojuro followed his father’s advice by having you take a hot bath and preparing a meal with Senjuro’s help

Afterwards, he had notified Mitsuri and she helped him with explaining to you what’s happening and how to properly handle it

Kyojuro listened intently to every word Mitsuri said as he wanted to be a good mentor to you and he wanted to understand as much as he could about monthly cycles and how they might affect you

Tengen Uzui:

Well, he supposes this was bound to happen eventually

Luckily he has three wives so he’s no stranger to periods and isn’t shy about talking about it

Honestly one of the best when it comes to this

He makes sure that if you’ve bled through your clothes, to make sure you don’t notice since he doesn’t think periods are anything to be ashamed or embarrassed about

He immediately sends you into the bathroom to wash yourself and take a nice long hot bath

He cleans your clothes of any blood if there is any while his wives prepare food and tea for you that will help with the pain and be easy to eat

His wives show you how to properly wear protective cloth and they answer any questions you have

Gyomei Himejima:

With age comes wisdom, he’s raised children before and although he may have never had to help any of the female children through this, he knows the basics

When he hears your quiet pained whimpers he understands that something is wrong and asks you what it is that ails you

When you tell him, he understands and asks if you understand or know what’s happening. Whether or not you understand, he first helps you to the bath and has you wash up while he either asks Lady Amane for assistance or a female Kakushi or Shinobu

Once your cleaned up, the female he asks for assistance helps you and shows you how to wear sanitary cloths and explains how to maintain proper hygiene

After they leave, Gyomei sits down with you and answers any questions you may have and gently explains what’s happening to your body

He listens to you and allows you to tell him however you’re feeling and insists that you let him know whenever something is bothering you

Giyuu Tomioka:

He had an older sister so he knows a little bit about this stuff but he knows he’s no expert

When he sees you laying on the floor all curled up holding your abdomen he assumes you might have a stomach bug and calls for Shinobu

When she arrives, she initially berates him for what she assumed was a stomach bug like he told her and says he should be able to handle things like this on his own

She later retracts her statement but doesn’t tell him that when she learns what’s actually happening

She helps you out and teaches you how to care for yourself and how to maintain proper hygiene all while having Giyuu make you food and tea

After he learns what’s happening after Shinobu leaves, he stands around outside your door trying to figure out how to tell you that you can rely on him

He ends up chickening out and just listens for you if you need anything and gets it for you

Muichiro Tokito:

Poor boy has no idea what is happening and just assumes you’re being lazy or that you might be sick

No one ever taught him about sex and how the reproductive system works for both genders so he has no clue

Seeing as he is clueless he calls for Shinobu when he sees the blood on the sheets thinking that you’re bleeding internally

When she arrives, she sits both you and Muichiro down and explains in detail what’s happening and how to go about taking care of yourself

She explains how things work and what to do as well as helpful tips and tricks

[yukibunnii]

poetry and sweet words. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

— your roommate !

(roommate!kazuha x reader)

(spoiler · he takes you to the fireworks festival at the end<33 aaahhhh i love him sm🥹. .)

warning ; toothrotting fluff !!

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha who is the absolute sweetest and gentlest roommate ever. he isn't even the noisy type, he barely makes any noise and even does all the dish washing for you . .

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha who insists on doing the cleaning, yet just lets out a defeated sigh because you were too stubborn and insisted that you do it instead.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha who got closer and closer to you each day, to the point where you two just had a silent agreement that he'd join you in whatever anime or show you're watching each night on the weekends.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha who eventually developed a tiny crush on you, thinking that you were absolutely ethereal.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha who made you his muse. absolutely defied the 'always the poet, never the poem' or 'always the artist, never the muse' mindset you had.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha who shows you each and every poem or haiku he makes, since you always ask to. he smiles ever so gently at you as he reads them out loud. oh, how he wishes you knew that these poems were about you. if you ever did ask, he'd just calmly say it was a secret.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha who insists on joining you everytime you go grocery shopping, in which he does, and pushes the cart for you as you look around for the stuff on your grocery list. he even carries the bags for you after.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha who overheard you mumbling about wanting an iced matcha latte on a very warm day. you glance over to see him crouched right in front of you with a soft smile and holding out his hand towards you. "matcha, right? let's go get some at the café. c'mon, now."

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha who takes care of you so well...you're usually always the one cooking for him, but he'd always cook you hot soup whenever you're sick. he always makes sure to keep you hydrated at school especially if it's a warm day . . by buying you your favorite drink from the vending machine! there's never a day where he isn't joining you for lunch.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha who lets you play with his hair or touch it whenever you like. he loves the feeling of your soft hands on his head. sometimes you even give him headpats while you're on the couch, and he's there sitting down on the floor in front of you with closed eyes and a content expression.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha who comforts you by giving you the best hugs and head rubs ever. even goes as far as buying you your favorite food or drink, or writing a new haiku to read it to you and cheer you up.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha who admires you from afar as you speak with your friends or just doing something as simple as reading. his gaze looks as almost if he was completely entranced and so in love with you..

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha whose noticed how stressed you were lately, deciding to surprise you by making you both dress in a yukata for 'no reason' and then taking you somewhere 'secret', as he said so.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha who takes you to the annual fireworks festival, watching you intently as he leads you around and watches the corners of your lips start to turn upwards. he takes you to every food and game stall, too. it was like your usual 12th episode in a romance anime.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha who watches the fireworks show unfold with you. he gives you a side glance and smiles as he watches that cute excited expression on your face.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶ roommate!kazuha who, with the fireworks in the background, laces his fingers with yours and holds your hand as you both watch the stunning and radiant scene right in front of you. <3

[naturesapphic]

Billie eilish masterlist

“Isn’t it lovely?”

Where little!fem!reader wants caregiver!billie attention and she ones lovely to reader

Trust

Reader got kicked out of her home and billies family doesn’t fully trust reader but when they see Billie take care of reader, will they change their mind?

Last straw

The reader hasn’t been able to drop into her headspace in a while but she gets in a argument with billies family and drops. What will happen?

Future together

Little!fem!reader and caregiver!billie talks about their future together

Concert

Billie brings out reader on stage to sing to her

Lunch

Lunch lyrics (smut)

Sick

Little!fem!reader isn’t feeling well so Billie takes care of her then billies family stops by and gives Billie some stuff to help

Babysitting to official

Little reader doesn’t have a caregiver so Billie offers to babysit her but what happens when Billie wants to be her official caregiver

Billies passenger princess (smut)

You are billies passenger princess and the both of you become horny for each other

Pressure (smut)

Billie fucks you backstage at the Stephen Colbert show

Tease (smut)

Billie teases her best friend

Rough (smut)

Angry Billie takes her stress out on her girlfriend

Dinner ruined (smut)

Billie and her girlfriend are cooking but soon it escalated to her girlfriend being bent over the counter

Double sided (smut)

Billie tries out something new with her girlfriend

Lunch interview

Billie does a interview about her new album but what does she say when a fan asks her something about lunch that she wrote about her girlfriend

“You are no burden”

You haven’t age regressed in a while but when Something goes wrong. You need Billie but you feel like a burden to her but she doesn’t believe that

Claudia’s YouTube

You and Billie had a cute moment that was filmed by Claudia and was posted on her YouTube

Birds Of A Feather Interview

Billie gets asked who birds of a feather is about and she answers that reader is her girlfriend

Billie’s teasing

Billie teases reader by wearing a strap all day

Kitchen Dancing

Dancing in the kitchen with Billie

First Time pt. 2

Continuation of the lunch interview fic I did. Billie and readers first time having sex

Coloring Tattoos

Caregiver!Billie lets us color in her tattoos while we are regressed

Bad Words

Caregiver!billie doesn’t like when little!fem!reader swears

Fake Date

When Billie goes on the chicken stop date with Amelia and reader gets jealous

“Real Date”

Billie is on the chicken stop date with Amelia but Billie gets a surprise after the “date” when Amelia said she’s going on a real date

Stupid People

Mommy!billie standing up for little!fem!reader when she gets kicked out for being a age regressor

Energy drinks doesn’t help with insomnia

Reader is a law student and has insomnia. What happens when Billie finds her girlfriend sleeping at the kitchen counter looking miserable.

Bratiness

Caregiver!billie punished bratty little!fem!reader

Hot ones: versus

Billie and her girlfriend go head to head with personal questions while trying to avoid eating the hot wings that was prepared for them

Headcannon: Billie helping you through depression and anxiety

Mommy’s Family

Finneas and Maggie babysit little!reader while Billie is out working

Favorite Toy (Sequel to Billie’s teasing)

Reader decides to get Billie back by wearing a sundress without any underwear on and that fuels Billie up

Guess

Billie shows her girlfriend the guess music video and things take a smutty turn

Don’t Stop

Rough car sex with your girlfriend Billie

Softie

Billie being a soft dom to her plus sized!pillow princess girlfriend

Taste Yourself

Afraid

Love

Dom!reader used a strap on sub!billie

Beyond Angry

Angry billie smut

Comfort

Little!fem!reader is fussy and sad recently and finds comfort in Billie's boobs

Headcannon: sub!billie Eilish

Auntie Odessa

At the beginning of Odessa's and Billie's friendship, y/n was jealous but as time went on and when Y/n was in her headspace, Odessa became auntie Odessa

Party Crush

You watched a tik tok of Tara Yummy saying that she has a crush on your girlfriend billie and later on found out that she invited your girlfriend to a party which causes you to get jealous

Just Listen

little!fem!reader is clingy and wants Billie's attention when shes working

My little One

Billie introduces little us to her friends

Letting Go

Billie and reader have been on and off for years until y/n changes her ways while billie does not which causes things to happen

Caught Redhanded

Billie walks in on her girlfriend fingering herself

Bluey

Little!fem!reader loves the show Bluey but is nervous to watch it with her caregiver/girlfriend billie until billie reassures us and later surprises us with bluey toys and items

Headcanons: fem!reader having Tourette’s and how Billie helps

Books and Love

The reader is a famous author who is working on a new book and is stressed about it while also being stressed about that her relationship with her girlfriend billie is a secret

Babysitter Zoe

Zoey is babysitting us when billie is in her studio at home working

French Interview

Reader is French and interviews her girlfriend billie on her new album

Insomnia

billie has trouble with sleeping and goes to her girlfriend for some comfort

Regressed

billie regresses involuntarily and her girlfriend doesn't understand why or what it is exactly and billie gets scared that she will lose her girlfriend

Distraction

Dom!billie gives bratty reader punishment since she was teasing and distracting billie all-day

Mommy? Sorry? Mommy?

Reader jokingly calls billie mommy and things take a smutty turn

Dyslexic

Billie helps her girlfriend out who is insecure about her dyslexia and comforts her

Biker Bils

You go on a bike ride with billie

Older

Billie’s girlfriend is older than her and her friends tease her about it, but one night reader joins in and soon regrets it as Billie snaps and shows her who’s really in charge

Ignored

Y/n having a bad week and it didn’t help that Billie had her friends over when Billie kept saying how busy she was and couldn’t spend time with her so reader snaps and has a big tantrum

Flexible

Billie is flexible because of her past and she uses it to it’s advantages in the bedroom with her girlfriend

Not Real Fans

Billie and her girlfriend’s relationship is public but when reader tells the world about her age regression, that’s when the real hate begins and people send in hate and Billie finds out by reader having a breakdown

Love At First Sight

Billie falls in love with a fan when she’s in Berlin at the Billie wall

Too Much

Reader is besties with dua lipa, who has a big crush on her but reader is oblivious to it, even though dua flirts with her constantly. Billie walks in on it and kicks dua out and shows reader who she really belongs to

Secretly Lovers

Billie and her girlfriend are in a secret relationship that no one knows about besides finneas and Claudia. Their record labels pins them against each other and doesn’t want them to been seen together.

Relapse

Silence is Key

My Strange Addiction

Struggles

Strap Sucking (part three to Billie’s teasing/strap sucking)

Bullies

Billie’s friends making fun of Billie’s girlfriend who age regression

Decorating For Christmas

Billie and her gf are decorating for Christmas for the first time together

Safe Word

Fem!reader has to use their safe word during rough sex

Before The Show

Before going on stage, Billie has her way with us

Peaceful Song

Mommy!Billie sings to her little and helps her fall asleep

Sneaky Link ft. Renee Rapp

Billie, Renee, and fem!reader threesome that turns into a poly relationship

Breed me pt. 2

Fem!reader begs g!p Billie to put a baby in her

Slip at the Grammys

Fem!reader accidentally slips into age regression during the grammys

All Mine

Based on the song All Mine by Brent Faiyaz. Fem!reader never got to cum in her past relationships until she meets her gf Billie eilish

Midnight Snack

Fem!reader craves food in the middle of the night and wakes Billie up

Desperate For Relief

Billie is horny for fem!reader but shes on her period so they have to come up with something else to help with billie's needs

Headcannon: Dom!Billie with innocent!shy!fem!reader

Hot Attire

Billie comes home from doing interviews and when she goes to check in on her girlfriend, she sees her on the bed in her clothes. Which causes Billie to go feral

New hair

Since Billie dyed her hair red, you have been out of your age regression, but when you regress out of no where and see Billie's hair, you don't know if you like it

[blingblong55]

His pretty girl -Vladimir Makarov

Based on a request:

I looved ur makarov fic n im here to request smth else w him, there's barely anything w him its sad How would makarov treat his dear wife when she's sick? I'm kinda sick rn so.. : 3 ---- F!Reader, wife!reader, husband!Makarov, nothing but fluff ----

A/N: short but good…I hope…

Vladimir was gone for some weeks. He couldn't come in contact with you so when you didn't show up to greet him he was worried. The drive home was usually calm but this time, he rushed it. Avoided all cars and soon, ran inside. The image he saw before his eyes, oh did it melt him. You were curled on the couch. The blanket slowly falls off your body. Used tissues all over the coffee table and floor. The tea was cold and your soft breathing gave him even more reason to clean the area as quietly as possible. Your shared bedroom was cleaned, all dishes washed and then he carried you to bed. The medication you took to sleep was so strong you didn't know he even carried you to bed. That entire night, he checked your temperature, kissed your forehead and held you against his chest.

When you got sick, the first time, he panicked, called a doctor and yelled at him when he said that all you needed to do was drink tea and take it easy. Now, knowing his pretty little wife too well, he knows all he needs to do. 8 am, have breakfast ready, with tea on the side and orange juice just in case you want that one more and it must be room temperature, not cold. He must put on some video as you eat because you like to catch up on some show as you eat. You like wearing his shirts more because you swear it makes you feel better, which is bullshit because he knows you like to just have a reason to wear his clothes.

He must wash all dishes, not complain about being tired because how dare he. Makarov knows this well mainly because it worked the first 4 times and this time it is the same. After breakfast, washing dishes, he has to take you on a walk, the air, the way you smile, oh he knows the fresh air helps that stuff nose and he also gets even more private time with you.

Lunch for a day or two is chicken soup, his grandmothers since he knows you loved it any time you were sick. Kisses on your forehead all day is a must, you know that. If you groan and push him away, he gives you a little frown and moves closer. "You know kisses are a part of the remedy, my pretty girl." He grins when you give him your lazy smile. Your face is hot from both the fever and from his lips. Once he and you eat lunch, he cleans the home and don't you dare walk to the bedroom, he has made it clear he needs to clean and sanitise the bed.

If he has a meeting, he doesn't go to it, it's over the phone as he is in bed and has you cuddled to him. You can't argue against it. Your husband must give cuddles while on the phone. It's a rule at this point.

At night, he makes dinner, makes sure it all tastes wonderful and then feeds it to you since wrapping you in a burrito can't let your hands move. It's a funny but cute image. You, sat on the couch, blanket wrapped around you which makes you look like a cute little bug as your husband feeds you dinner. Oh, the frowns and pouts you give to his giggle and laughter won't help, he just adores you this way.

After dinner, more cuddles and kisses come by. He calls it 'kiss the sick away.' When you lean on him he knows this is to sleep but he can't allow over 3 naps per day when you're sick. So, he carries you to the bathroom. Gives you your medicine, and takes the blankets, clothes and anything in between off you. The bath was set to a very comfortable temperature.

He undresses too and once he has both of you in the bath, he kisses your shoulders. Your warm back on his chest as he cleans your body with so much gentleness it has you leaning on him and smiling. "That's what you needed huh, pretty girl," he kisses your wet shoulder again and wraps his arms around you. You kiss his bicep and he chuckles. "Don't start, my love," he whispers. The lights dimmed, him and you…this is the perfect way to get better. He hums a song, the same one he married you to and the same one he hums when he is far from home.

"I love you, pretty girl," he whispers and kisses the nape of your neck. "I love you more," you whisper back. "We both know who wins this, so do you want to start this game?" He kisses your neck again and chuckles. In moments like this, in which the world is kind and calm, he appreciates life like any normal person would. "You always win, i want to win this time." You pout and know damn well he can't say no to his pretty wife. "Fine, you win this time but we both know I have a long winning streak in this game." He grabs your hand and kisses it. In his head, he already won. And in this life, he truly did.

A/N: Makarov and Ghost are the kind of man to give me a Hozier song kind of vibe and that is what feeds my fluff brain

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[callme-holly]

you asked i gotchu. do some comfort fics of headcannons for the shepards (orrr just pick one if you want loll)

suggestions: someone (you pick who in the relationship) is super sick and super weak, someone has a minor injury like a sprain, or a major injury like a broken bone or stabbed, someone just had a super bad day and needs human affection (like it seems that absolutely everything that could go wrong just went wrong that day)

𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 - 𝐓.𝐒

a/n: i love tim shepard guys. its unhealthy. i need more stuff about him pretty please

Rain pattered softly on the pane of the window, sliding down the glass in little rivulets, leaving behind little trails that mirrored the tears threatening to spill from your eyes. You felt drained, completely and utterly drained of any form of energy; your day had been nothing less than awful. There wasn’t a single thing that went right, and while some might call you dramatic, you felt as if the whole world could come crumbling down at any second. 

You were spread out on the couch, your drink long forgotten on the coffee table, a movie playing in the background that you’d lost interest in ages ago. 

Every limb felt heavy, like it was being pulled down by lead weights, and the beginnings of a headache were starting to form behind your eyes. 

The front door clicked open quietly, the sound echoing around the room faintly, but you were much too caught up in your own head to notice, running the day's events through your mind over and over. It wasn't until you felt someone come up from behind you, a chin resting atop your head, the familiar scent of smoke and leather enveloping you, that you  finally realised who else was in the room with you. 

"Tim..." you breathed, turning slowly to face him. His face alone brought a wave of relief over you, washing away all the stress and causing your whole body to relax, slumping into the pillows. You didn't need to say anymore for him to know. 

He kicked off his boots, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it over the armchair as he made his way round to flop down beside you. His arm encircled your shoulders, pulling you into his side, and you felt yourself melt. 

"Bad day?" he mumbled, glancing briefly at the movie on screen before turning his attention back to you.

You gave a quick nod, toying idly with the hem of his shirt. "Bad doesn't even begin to cover it," you replied. Tim sighed, rubbing your hand lightly with his thumb. 

“You wanna talk about it, baby?” His voice was thick, rough with smoke, but it made your heart flutter nonetheless and your thoughts stutter momentarily. You gave a brief shrug, dropping your gaze.

“It was just… I don't know. Just felt like every thing went wrong.” 

Tim tightened his hold around you, pulling you even closer against his chest and pressing his lips gently to your temple. His thumb continued to rub over your knuckles, pausing when he noticed the little wound marring your skin. His eyes narrowed, and you recognised that familiar protectiveness flash through him for a moment. 

"What's that?" he brushed over the mark with a strange, rare sense of tenderness, almost as if he was afraid of hurting you. 

"Just a burn mHe. I was making food earlier and splashed hot water on myself," you paused, before adding. "It doesn't hurt." But that was just one of the many things that had seemed to go wrong today, and Tim could tell from the mere heaviness  in your voice that you weren't kidding when you'd said your day was bad.

Slowly, he lay back, tugging you along with him so that you were resting between his legs, your head on his chest, his hand on your lower back. "Coulda called me."  he muttered under his breath, his nose nuzzling into your hair. You hummed contently, letting the vibrations course through your body.

You knew he would have come home the second you told him you were hurt, but you also didn't need babying.  "I didn't know where you were." 

His fingers moved across your back in soothing patterns, and you melted further into his embrace, relishing this small victory against your day.  “Still..." He tries, trailing off. "Anything I can do now?" 

"No. Just... stay with me." 

And that's all he needs to hear. His free hand runs through your hair slowly, untangling any knots, his other hand still tracing small circles under your shirt, his skin rough in contrast to your own. The house was finally quiet, save for the pitter-patter of the rain and your warm, steady breaths. Tim's  heartbeat was steady, almost comforting, your eyes falling shut within moments, sleep finally tugging at you, threatening to pull you under. You both trade the occasional lazy kiss, lips barely touching, each graze feather-light and soft. His eyes are focused on the TV screen, scoffing occasionally at some cheesy line from the romance you put on, and it feels like time has stopped for you.  Nothing exists outside of the two of you and all you need right now is him. 

[spenceragnewfics]

Could you do a sick fic? Where either spencerbor yn gets sick and the other takes care of them?

Sorry this is so short but I hope you enjoy!

SICK DAY | Spencer Agnew X F!Reader

TW: None I can think of 

Word Count: 663 

Description: Spencer hates being sick, but thankfully, he has Y/N to help him get better

Spencer HATES being sick. There was nothing more inconvenient than being sick, especially when you have his job. He has no idea how he got sick, everyone he’s been around has been healthy as far as he knew. It doesn’t change the fact that he is laid in bed, tissues all around, different cold medicines on his nightstand, and very congested Spencer.

Luckily, he has Y/N. The woman has been taking care of him all day. Making sure he had plenty of tissues, medication, and was comfortable. Also, she’s made sure he’s had no Kickstart.

“Y/N! I’m sick! I should be able to,” He’s cut off mid sentence as he coughs, “be able to drink whatever I want.” He whines, looking at his girlfriend with sad eyes. She doesn’t budge, “You need electrolytes and plenty of water. Not caffeine and buckets of sugar.”

Spencer rolls his eyes before coughing more. Y/N kisses his forehead then looks at him, “You’re not too hot. Do you feel cold?” He shakes his head, pulling the covers off of him.

Crawling into the bed, she leans against the headboard as she pulls him against her chest. He wraps his arms around her as she starts to play with his hair. “Wanna watch Star Wars? It always helps to watch your favorite movie while sick.” She says, looking at him. “Yeah, start from the first one?” He asks as she laughs. “Anything you want, Spence.” She says as she pulls up the first Star Wars movie.

About half-way through the third movie, Spencer is cuddled against her side in a deep sleep. Moving slowly, she moves him to lay down on his side as she gets off the bed.

Kissing the top of his head, she starts to clean up around the area. Picking up empty water bottles, making sure all the tissues are in the trash can, and checking the medicine to make sure he’s taking it like he needs to.

Once the area is clean, she goes to the kitchen to grab some Gatorade then heats up some chicken noodle she made earlier in the day. Walking back to their bedroom, she sets the food down on a table before walking over to him.

“Baby, I need you to wake up. It’s time to eat and take your meds.” She says gently as she shakes him. Spencer groans, not wanting to wake up as he cuddles Y/N’s pillow. The action makes her smile as she plays with his hair, “Please, it’ll make you feel better.” Leaning down, she kisses his cheek then eyes which wakes him up a little.

“Hey, sunshine.” She teases as his blue eyes open. “Hey, sunshine.” He says, voice full of sleep. “You need to eat and take your meds.” He groans before sitting up. She brings over the food, setting it in front of him.

Spencer eats then takes his medicine. Y/N sits there with him, making sure he’s doing what he needs before taking the stuff and walking back to the kitchen. When she gets back, Spencer is laying back down continuing where he fell asleep with the movie.

When he sees her, he opens his arms, wanting her to cuddle and who is she to deny a sick man’s request. She climbs back into bed and pulls him to her chest, getting in the potion they were before.

“Thank you for being my nurse.” He says against her chest, slowly starting to fall asleep again.

“It’s not a problem, especially when I’ve been able to keep you away from your phone all day so you can’t see any chaos.” She teases as his eyes widen. “Oh shit, I need to-”

“Nope, you are going to sleep. You can deal with any hypothetical chaos later.” She says, securing her arms around him. He doesn’t protest as the room goes quiet except for the sound of the movie. The couple falling asleep in each other’s arms.

[lanawinterscigarettes]

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sorry another blair prompt...have too many ideas.. but fluffy and tender leaning please 🥺

3, 22, 30 from list above and blair calling reader ma cherie (im SICK Why does she use pet names im weak in the knees)

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I love all the blair requests you send in, keep it up! (and I haven't forgotten about your other requests, don't worry! they're being worked on as we speak 🥰)

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Drunken Accidents (Blair Waldorf x gn reader)

Warnings: mentions of overdrinking, accidental bruising, brief mentions of addiction, teensy bit of hurt/comfort but mostly just fluff

"Here, press this on it," Blair directed as she handed you a bag of frozen peas she got out of your freezer, which you gladly took. You had a bruise forming on your leg, one that you'd earned after a night out of drinking.

Partying wasn't really your thing, but you couldn't trust Serena and Chuck by themselves. Knowing them, they'd probably end up drinking the whole bar, so you agreed to tag along only so you could supervise. Things didn't go quite as planned when you started drinking yourself, getting you in way over your head.

The bruise came into play when you were stumbling around outside the bar, on the phone with Blair while trying to hail a taxi. You'd tripped and fell against the curb, which resulted in a nasty welt forming on your lower leg. She immediately rushed over to get you before taking you back to your place, allowing you to sleep off the hangover before scolding you as soon as you woke up.

"You shouldn't have gone out there," she began, her brown eyes narrowed in a mixture of frustration and worry as she watched you flinch when you place the bag of frozen peas on your leg where the bruise was. "Serena and Chuck are old enough to take care of themselves."

"I just didn't want them getting hurt, okay? We both know that Serena's sobriety is pretty fragile, and Chuck certainly doesn't help matters."

She sighed at your words, knowing you had a point. "Well, next time I'm going with you, okay? I don't want you to get hurt again." The usual icy cold exterior of Queen B had melted away at the sight of you in pain, leaving behind a much softer version of your girlfriend in its wake that very few people got the privilege to see, you being one of them. "Now, come on, let's get you back to bed."

"Wait, I wanted to make a cup of tea first. Those always tend to help with my hangovers." You winced as you stood, setting the bag of peas on the counter as you got out the teapot, two cups, and a box of raspberry tea packets. "Do you want some?"

"I guess," she muttered with a slight eye roll. You didn't take it personally, knowing she was only trying to cover up her recent vulnerability with her usual snark.

Blair simply observed with a slightly curious gaze while you got the tea ready. Whenever she wanted something like that, she always got Dorota to make it for her, so it was interesting for her to see someone do it for themselves.

After placing the tea packets into the cups and pouring the hot water over it, you went to pick up both cups and the bag of peas at the same time, something that she immediately knew would be a bad idea.

"Ma cherie, wait. You're hurt, you shouldn't be carrying all of this stuff around," she scolded while taking the cups from you. "I'll take the cups, you get the peas."

You knew better than to argue with you, so naturally you did as she ordered you to and let her take them from you, hobbling out of the kitchen towards your room with her closely in tow. The bruise hurt more than you thought it would, and having to keep frozen peas on it made it difficult to walk, but still, you persisted.

"You can set the cups down on the nightstand." You gestured in that direction before carefully climbing in the bed. "I take it you're spending the night?"

She let out a slight scoff, almost as if she was offended by how stupid the question was. "Obviously I'm spending the night. I'm not just going to leave you here by yourself," she stated firmly while getting in the twin sized bed with you.

Your bed was certainly smaller than hers was, but she kind of liked it that way. It gave her the excuse to cuddle with you, her body always pressed flush against yours under the guise of her seeking your warmth whenever you slept in it together.

She handed you a cup of tea once you were both settled before grabbing her own and taking a sip. You chuckled at the face she made, one that very clearly gave away how much she disliked it. "This is a lot more tart than I expected it to be," she commented before taking another sip, only to make that same face again.

"If you don't like it, then why are you still drinking it?" You questioned with a slight look of amusement, drinking some of your own tea with no problem.

"I don't know," she replied with a slight huff as she set the cup back down. "Maybe I thought it would taste better the second time. And don't say that's stupid," she cut you off before you could reply. "Because I know it is."

"Well, if you won't drink it then I will," you said with a shrug while reaching for her tea, having already finished your own. "I don't mind things that are a little tart. If I did, I wouldn't be in love with you."

"God, you're such a sap," she scoffed, though her retort was soon made irrelevant when she pulled you in for a tender kiss, one that instantly took your breath away. "And that's why I love you."

Her eyes stared deeply into yours when she spoke, looking like chocolate orbs of love. "You're gorgeous," you muttered in response, setting the cup down so you could pull her in for another kiss.

The rest of the night was spent huddled up together under the blankets, stealing the occasional kiss from one another in an effort to stay warm. Blair woke the next morning to find herself practically laying on top of you with your arms wrapped around her in a loving embrace.

"Oh, ma cherie," she murmured while watching you sleep, leaning in to pepper your face with soft kisses. "I love you, even when you get drunk and accidentally hurt yourself."

"I heard that," you mumbled in a groggy voice, keeping your eyes closed when you spoke, though she could tell by the faint smile tugging at your lips her words didn't actually bother you.

"I'm teasing. I'm just glad you're okay." She gave your face a few more kisses, allowing herself to be pulled in closer to you when you shifted slightly on the bed, your hands finding their way to her back as you held her close. "I really do love you."

"Mm, I love you, too. More than anything." You emphasized the statement by capturing her lips in a loving kiss, her hands moving to cup your face as she allowed herself to be swept away by the affection she felt towards you.

Even if the situation itself wasn't very ideal, she was glad you got to spend the night together. Next time, though, she'd make sure to go out with you when you drank so you wouldn't get hurt.

End notes: I love writing sweet, sappy blair 💕 finding a gif that i actually liked was hell though lmao

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[deesblanketfort]

Sick and regressed ☆´ˎ˗ ︶︶︶ 

Well, while I'm writting this I'm bedridden (likely with covid), and for some reason I really want to spend my sick days regressed and take something good out of it at least.

Getting comfy!

🧦: Pajamas time! Is there anything more regressor-coded than cozy printed pajamas, an animal kigurumi or onesie? I'd say no. And since I'm staying on bed, I'm surely wearing those all day long.

🛏️: Bed setup! When you're bedridden, a bed table ends up being really useful in case you want to do stuff that requires a flat surface. If you have one of those, lucky you! I, however had to improvise with a smooth wooden board standing on my lap, therefore any kind of long, resilient and flat surface can do the job just fine.

🧦: Blanket fort! Alternatively, if you're able to roam around your house or have someone to help, you can build a blanket fort over your bed or a comfy surface to stay in!

🛏️: Sick gear! Runny nose? Bring tissues. Got a fever? Make a cold damp towel for your forehead. Tummy aches or localized pain? Make a hot water compress. And make sure to keep track of the meds you're taking, of course.

🧦: Get your plushies! Since what I got is very contagious close contact with anyone is out of the table, but my stuffies are completely immune to sickness and ready to cuddle! (I'll have to wash them afterwards to disinfect them though)

Games and activities!

🎮: Viddy games! Either on computer, phone or a console (handheld preferred), videogames are perfectly stationary and don't require much movement from your part.

🖍️: Table games! Table games are also stationary and can be played right from your bed if you have a bed table, although most games need other people to play with you, your plushies can serve this purpose.

🎮: Play pretend! Playing pretend can be limited when you're bedridden, but there are some scenarios you're perfectly able to do! Such as pretending you're a shop owner and your stuffies are the clients, pretending your stuffies are your doctors/nurses taking care of you, or vice versa. Things like tea parties and pretend schools are still on the table!

🖍️: Arts and crafts! Being sick won't stop me from wanting to draw and color, since I can do it from my bed anyways! Aside from drawing and coloring, I might as well do some collage and paper craft, just might need help to clean up afterwards.

🎮: Cartoon time! No better opportunity to (re)watch your favorite cartoons than when you're sick, bedridden and bored, right? And since this brings me comfort, here are some cartoon episodes that center on being sick: Bumpy and the Wise Old Wolfhound (Bluey), Steve Gets The Sniffles (Blues Clues), Bear Flu (We Bare Bears), Doctor Daisy M.D (Mickey Mouse Clubhouse), Arthur's Chicken Pox (Arthur)

Snack time!

🍼: Hot drinks! Specially if you're with a cold or a sore throat in general, hot drinks such as hot cocoa and tea are perfect for warming up an icky throat.

🧁: Spices for a sore throat! Like mint, honey, ginger and lemon. I'm sure there's plentiful of drinks you can make using these!

🍼: Give preference to healthy snacks and meals! Like fruits and veggies, yogurt, noodles, soup or sandwiches. Bonus points if they're arranged in a fun shape (animal, plant, star, etc)!

🧁: Keep your appetite in check! It's pretty common to lose your appetite when sick, therefore I'd say it's ideal to keep your meals smaller (and sometimes eat more often) than usual.

Taking care of yourself!

🧸: Stay hydrated! Water is always good, and if you're sick you likely need it more than usual, drinking from sippy cups, baby bottles, straw cups or any kind of fun themed cup is usually more fun and encouraging than boring adult cups.

🧶: Keep your temperature in check as well! Besides from checking if you have a fever ever so often, it's also good to keep yourself warm with blankets and heating if your body feels cold, or alternatively, turning on fans and using lighter sheets instead of blankets if you're too hot.

🧸: Beware the germs! If you got a contagious disease (like me), make sure to properly wash and disinfect anything you bring to your mouth such as pacis, teethers, bottles and cutlery before and after using them. Plus, it's important to wear a mask or ask others to wear a mask when near you as well.

🧶: Resting is key! Some of these days I'm too tired to do anything above, and I'd rather just nap the whole day, and that's okay! Sometimes being sick means not being able to do anything at all and it's important to have your extended napping time to get better.

[after-hours-art]

On the day of Christmas, my true love gave to me

Pairing: Chuck Bass x f!reader

Genre: fluff, hurt/comfort

Warnings: x

24th of December is nothing. At least not to Chuck Bass. All he can remember from those so-called Christmas Eve are either baquettes that his father was invited to or some quiet days in apartment suites, when he was still too much of a child to attend Christmas parties for New York business elites. Therefore, 24 of December is just that - a 24th day of December, 358th day of the year (359th if it's a leap year). That's, at least, until he met you.

//24th of December//

//3pm//

You sit on the couch at your family home, looking at your family rushing around the huge tree that's by the staircase. Chuck seats next to you. It took you whole November to persuade him to join you and your family for Christmas. He insisted that he has his own traditions, but you knew it's only a facade he puts up so as not to admit he spends Christmas usually just drinking alone. So he ended up here, in the last place he'd guess he would.

He looks at you, surprised to find out that you're not smiling. You're nothing like your mom who sings some children song about the Christmas tree, your sister joining in. You look tired. Exhausted even, and yet all you did whole day was little help with vegetable salad. Are you sad because there's no snow this year?

- Hey, you okay? - he asks quietly. You've never seen a shy Chuck Bass, yet the second he stepped in your family home, something switched in him. All the confidence evaporated like air from popped balloon. As if he's trying to do anything to not be noticed.

You look at him, sipping on hot coffee.

- Yeah. I'm just pretending I'm not here, so I won't be part of... all that. - you murmur, looking at your family. You love your family, it is obvious that you do. But family gatherings are hell for you. You don't like Christmas, yet you come every year because... that's what you're supposed to do.

- You know you don't have to do that, you know? You can just...do your own thing.

- Not everyone have Christmas in hotel rooms with stuff they can just send away. - you answer, swallowing with guilt when you realise how cold your words must have sound for Chuck. You look at him realising that Chuck probably never had real Christmas with a tree that he and his family decorated, with making vegetable salad on their own. You feel sad for him for a moment, knowing that Bart Bass probably isn't big on Christmas. And his mother is known to he dead in childbirth.

- I... - you start and take his hand. - I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that. It's just... the everywhere is better where we are not. While I wish for lonely Christmas, you... - you pause and look at your family, your mother and sister discussing Christmas ornaments placements, your dad running to the kitchen every 2 minutes despite being sick and having private chef for today he wants to make sure everything is right way. You sigh and look at him, his features softer than usually, yet there's a significant tension in him.

- ...you might have dreamed of what I have. - you finish the sentence quietly. Chuck takes deeper breath, putting hand on your knee. In Bass household, or rather hotel suite, Christmas wasn't a big deal. Lack of woman's touch may have also affected how Bass men have spent the last 20 Christmases of Chuck's life. And here's you, dragging him to Christmas party you yourself don't even want to attend. As if that's supposed to change his mind about all family things as well as celebrations. You two sit in silence for a moment, reflecting on your own pasts. After a while, you give him a gentle nudge.

- Go. Hang out with them. - you say, pointing at your family with sublte movement of your head.

- I don't want to. - he says quietly. You sigh and squeeze his hand.

- You're staring at them and that tree like an idiot. Go. Help them. I bet you never decorated a tree before. - you say, knowing that you're right. Chuck shoots at you colder glare - it's not time nor place for potential fights.

- And I'm not staring. - he scoffs. Another few minutes pass, and the air between you grows heavier with the tension. You catch Chuck clenching his jaw.

- Chuck... - you start quietly. He doesn't answer nor does anything to show that he's listening. You just observe your family, having a playful argument over the placement of the ornaments. He won't say it, but he is trying to imagine himself, ten years old, fifteen years old, and finally now at twenty-one years old, decorating a conifer. He wants to scoff at that. He wants to mock the stupid tradition. Yet, he can't. He can't because deep down, something in him strives to do just that - decorate the stupid conifer with mismatched Christmas balls, light chains and in the end put carefully, personally wrapped gifts under said tree. And there's you, who had all that for your whole life, yet you don't seem to enjoy it one bit. As if you are taking this family being close so much for granted, you're raised in so much love that you can't see or sympathize with him over that.

- I'll go if you go. - he says finally. You stare at him confused, not sure what he's referring to.

- The tree. I'll go help decorate it if you do too. - he says quietly, his leg shaking a litte, a sign of anxiety and nervousness. You feel your heart throb a little for him. You never saw him this nervous before. Maybe when he had to close a business deal or when something particu disturbing comes up in your lives. But here he is, the confident Chuck Bass, shaking like a leaf before hanging a couple of Christmas balls on the branches of the tree. You sigh. You hate it. You hate decorating, singing Christmas carols, all that Christmas crap. However, seeing a spark in his eyes, you can't say no. It's like seeing a twenty years old man turn into a boy. Finally, you nod.

- Fine. Let's go.

He grabs your hand, pulling you off the couch. Once you join your family, your mother smiles explaining to Chuck in which canton box are which ornaments, your sister rambles about the 'colour theme' and 'aesthetics' and whatever her future architect mind came up with. Your dad runs off to the kitchen again when he hears the timer go off, a sign that soup is ready. Everything looks like a scene from one of those cheesy Hallmark movies that Chuck watched once or twice when he was a kid. Then he loved the concept, yet never got to experience it. Now he does. And it feels to him better than anything else.

//5pm//

Once the tree it ready, it took you a good few hours since the tree is huge, and you sit down for supper. Chuck can't help but smile. Maybe not 12, but at least 8 dishes, candles, lightening, little hay on the table, oranges with cloves make the room smell amazing. None of his previous Christmases smelled like cloves. But this does. He swallows nervously when your grandmother hands everyone communion wafers. He never said any more meaningful wishes than 'Merry Christmas'. Maybe to you or his friends on their birthdays or in his best man's speech on his father's wedding with Lily van der Woodsen, but aside from that, never. Seeing you bite his lower lip, he leans closer and whispers to your ear.

- Wanna share wishes first? - he asks quietly. You nod. Wishes are hardest for you, too - simply because you're more of an introvert and sharing anything close to feelings constantly makes you uncomfortable despite years passing by.

- So... Chuck... - you start with unusual stutter in your voice. - I... I wish you all the best. Success with Empire. Friends. Family. Happiness. Health... - you murmur, shooting classic wishes. Finally, you lean to him and kiss him gently.

- I love you. - you say. - You're... Best things that happened to me.

Chuck's cheeks flush with pink, feeling somehow flustered by your words, simple and nervous, yet you meant them. He swallows and starts.

- Y/N... I love you. And...and I never really wished anyone anything on Christmas. It's some European tradition, right? - he chuckles. - So... I wish you all the best, for you to be happy, thrive at university, make friends, put up with me being an asshole... - he chuckles again. - And thank you for inviting me here. - he says, placing a kiss on your forehead.

After everyone break the communion wafers with every member of family and with Chuck it's time for fiest. Borscht, fish, ham, herrings in cream, vegetable salad... all the goodness of Christmas food land on the table. Your family talks loudly. First, about food, then somehow it shifts to politics. Chuck stays mostly silent, still little blushed after your sister wished you and him to get married, just taking in the atmosphere and warm feeling of belonging. Because he feels like he belongs in this gathering.

//10pm//

Supper passes in a warm and happy atmosphere, ends up in drunk adults, and your sister laughs hysterically on the couch after your mom and grandmother make a joke. You sit next to Chuck on the couch, many presents at your feet, a few at his. You tilt your head and rest on his shoulder. His hand lands on yours, gently squeezing it.

- Hey... you tired? - he asks quietly.

- Yeah. A little. - you murmur, visibly mentally drained from the celebrations and interactions. He gently brushes your knuckles with his thumb.

- Y/N... Thank you. - he says quietly.

- Huh? - you look at him. - For what?

- For inviting me to your family's Christmas. For giving me.... Christmas for Christmas. - he chuckles and smiles, turning his head to kiss your forehead. You chuckle and smile.

- You're welcome - you murmur in sleepy voice. The talk at the table shifts to the selling apartment of your late great-grandmother, investing in something new and renting it. You sigh in contentment. Christmas passed, you had relatively fun, and you saw that Chuck enjoyed it too. And that was all you wanted.

Chuck smiles softly.

- Wanna go to bed?

- Yeah.

He let go of your hand, stands up, and gently picks you up in bridal style. He says a quick 'good night' to your family members. They don't really listen as they're too invested in the conversation. He carries you to your bedroom, placing you on the bed.

- Help? - you ask quietly, wanting little help with unzipping your dress. Chuck smiles and helps you get out of the red satin, smiling at white slip underneath. You both change in the same room, replacing your fancy party outfits with cosy pyjamas. You move your plushies aside to make a little more space for Chuck in your bed. He smiles and slides under the duvets next to you, letting you cuddle to him and rest your head on his chest. He kisses top of your head, your hair ticking his lips for a moment. You close your eyes and pass out without saying goodnight, making him chuckle. He holds you a little tighter, pulling blankets over you to make sure that you're warm. He smiles to himself, holding you close, almost not believing that he got it all - the hotel, true love in the form of you, and family Christmas Eve he had always dreamed of. When he closes his eyes, he's happy, soundly falling asleep to the white nose of your soft breaths.

[amacaronexpert]

Could i request an aleph x reader in which maybe the reader gets sick and aleph takes care of them, and since aleph is a human as well, maybe he gets sick afterwards and the reader takes care of them. Ive been sick for the past few days and i need my babygrill to take care of me and suffer with me ♥️

You may rest easy my child- your baby grill is here to take care of you (⸝⸝⸝ᵒ̴̶̷ᴗᵒ̴̶̷ꕤ)

Dr. Merlin is leading in this, after all he is a “physician”, the Idealist is just distraught that he is being held back by you, while the Answering Machine, while nihilistic about himself, he does have concern for you, since you are not an arcanist, you are just a simple yet easily fragile human, plus a simple sick buds into something dangerous if not nipped off immediately.

Dr. Merlin is the only one that can cook, because he has a penchant for cutting stuff up with a professional ease. Bro trust me, as soon as you get sick, you know what he makes? Yes. An instant Caldo de Pollo, classic chicken soup. He will make you drink the hot broth so that your throat can feel better and also so he can spoon feed you some medicine in with that soup.

Dr. Merlin is distancing himself, and he already has a mask, but he doesn’t take the risk, well up until you get clingy, and pride over your comfort, he chose your comfort, not that he will admit it, only grumbling softly while placing a cool wet towel over your forehead. He is making you wash your hands, best be sure that you are sneezing out of the kitchen or anywhere else where other people have not frequented.

Even if Dr. Merlin is giving some toughness to you, he is basically pampering you when you are ill.

Even with the careful planning, the Idealist practically ruined it when he cuddled you as you looked like a kitten with a stuffy nose.

As soon as you gotten better, Aleph fell ill, and oversight though at least now it was your turn to pamper him, and with that, Aleph may not say it, or outwardly tell you like the Idealist, but Aleph will enjoy and appreciate getting the same pampering treatment that they have given you. Even if you have more self control and knew better than to give them even a simple forehead kiss. At least they can still appreciate feeling your hand stroking their hair as they rest up to recover.

[averagefishontuesday]

Taking care of sick Hiei includes:

Not letting him train or not to force himself too much because he is so stubborn and dead serious on wanting to prove to you that he's "fine" And that he really needs to train.

DO NOT LET HIM GO OUTSIDE.

DO NOT LEAVE HIM WITH THE WINDOW OR THE DOOR OPEN.

Why you may ask? He'll get out of your sight to train, trust me because he'll just go back at your shared home super tired and then he'll complain how his body and head hurts.

JUST DON'T. He's like a cat that wants to go outside and won't come back for many weeks or months.

Comforting him, telling him that it's okay to get taken care of, and there's nothing wrong with just lying down all day resting.

Being used to his rants about how we humans can get sick and can pass it to someone else.

Him blaming it on you when he was the one who literally leaned in and gave you a kiss? 😔🤨

Don't let him forget that he was the one that hugged and kissed you when you were sick, when you insisted that he needs to back away since you're were literally sick at that time.

So technically it's his fault. He insisted that human flu is nothing to him. Well who's the one at fault now huh...?

Spoiling him but not too much-! He might get overwhelmed.

Okay no he won't-! He is going to be more clingy with you. Maybe it's best to stay away because he's sick and you might caught it again....

Or you just let him cling to you and happily cuddle with him : D

Convincing him to take the human medicine. Hiei just take it, it's just chicken soup, paracetamol, cough syrup, and other human remedies.

Also, cold compression. I feel like he'll most likely be super hot, not in a good way, but in a bad way. Also, this may be his favorite remedy or thing to do when sick, since it's you who's taking care of him.

Cuddles and snuggles are a must, remember-! He's clingy and is also vulnerable, which means he really does trusts you and loves you enough to let you take care of him this way.

Him purring. I love purring Hiei. I don't care if he's a dragon-fire youkai demon shit, he's a cat!

Or maybe he'll just let some enjoyed sighed sounds as you take care of him or just holding him close to you, after all he's more of a actions speaks louder kind of guy.

Despite him slowly recovering he'll just enjoy all of the affections you gave him. Letting you spoil him and him melting to your touches.

Showing Hiei cool human movies, shows and just human stuff he'd secretly watch, just don't let him watch shows that makes him wanna crash out.

Making him realized that maybe being vulnerable like this isn't so bad. He wasn't really used to all of this since it was mostly himself he can take care of, he never let others take care of him. Maybe with the exception of Kurama but it wasn't like this.

Staying at his side until he gets better.

As he gets better he will remember all of this. HOWEVER HE'LL ACT LIKE HE DIDN'T ACT VULNERABLE AROUND YOU. It's back to the normal routine 😔

BUT DON'T LET THAT FOOL YOU-! He appreciates everything you did, and the things you did together during the time he was sick.

It's up to him on how he'll make it up to you, but let's just say you will be smothered in love by his actions.

And if you ever got sick again? Hiei is going to give your affections back ten fold and will take care of you, just like how you took care of him.

But I don't know, maybe he'll get sick again? Yeah, he'll be more careful not to caught your flu. It was literally the worst experience he ever had. A literal -1000000/10 experience for him. Or maybe 5.0/10 experience for him? Since you did take care of him and was with him during that time.

And I'm all out of ideas god damn. Also if you guys are sick, sit back, relax and don't forget to take your medicine, eat healthy foods, drink water and rest well ight? We need to listen to our body and take a break every once in a while.

Also remember: Hiei is love, Hiei is life.

My daily inspiration:

[yournormalidiot]

Some Outsiders hc cause I haven't posted original shit in agesss (sorry abt that)

All mini essay's again, cause I can't be normal abt my hc:6

Ponyboy love loves lovesss tea and hates coffee. He doesn't like the smell or the taste or texture.

Curly finds it funny as shit and when he's drinking coffee WILL shove it in pony's face to see pony sqirm and complain. (Curly doesn't like tea he only drinks black, decaff coffee cause he's already half an insomniac and doesn't need more excuses not to sleep)

Pony sometimes drinks herbale teas and curly HATES them with a passion, he will leave the room (it's how pony gets even with him lmaoo)

ADORES hot chocolate, especially his mam recipe and loves drinking hot chocolate with johnny on a cold winter evening. Just chilling and not taking. Or with the gang when it's near Christmas and everyone's buzzen. Takes only wipped cream, no marshmallows.

Johnny is 50/50 he likes tea, but only if its a cold evening and he'll drink coffee if it's offered but with alot if milk and some sugar.

Not a fan of herbal teas, except when he's really sick he'll drink a bot if peppermint tea (which pony makes for him without being asked half the time tbh, just notices he's sick and shoves it into his face like 10 minutes later)

If given the choice he'll take hot chocolate, with no marshmallow or cream tho.

Dallas LIVES off coffee, a cup of black store bought coffee, he needs to have one every morning (OCD who?)

Isn't much if a fan if tea sense he's uses to the bitter taste of coffee, will kill pony if he even trys to put his herbal teas anywhere near him.

Will begrudgingly drink hot chocolate if the rest of the gang is and its winter, but only if its ms Curtis recipe and with marshmallows no cream (Hot chocolate wqs his fav as a kid but to seem tougher he pretends to hate it)

darry he likes tea but perfers coffee, started drinking it in high school and used to have it with alot of milk and sugar (still perfers it that way) but half the time is so tried he just drinks it black (always makes faces tho cause its so bitter)

He also likes herbal teas and will drink them every so often with pony, it somthing they started doing as kids and it became, their thing. Their dad was the one who taught them all about it, so it was also their way of bonding with him. (Ms Curtis and soda would bond while they did that, she taught him how to sow and knit and stuff)

Doesn't mind hot chocolate (never was a big fan of it, even as a kid) but only drinks it of the rest the gang are takes it with wipped cream

Soda not a fan of tea and HATES coffee, will not touch the stuff (like his mama) doesn't like herbal teas much either.

LOVES LOVES LOVESSSSS hot chocolate, takes it with both marshmallows and cream and will drink it at any point in the Yr. Even if its like 25⁰c in mind June, lovess it. Will drink like 10 cups.

Steve doesn't like tea and hates herbal teas especially. (Pony likes it leave his cup extra close to Steve if he's drinking herbal tea just to piss him off. And he grins like a little shit and eyes Steve from the corner of his eye, while Steve just sits there and seeds with resentment and annoyance as the smell of whatever herbal tea pony had attacks his senses. Its a very funny scene)

Likes coffee, perfers decaff, likes atleast a good amount if milk and half a teaspoon of sugar.

Likes hot chocolate, adoresss ms Curtis recipe will drink like 6 cups if it's her recipe. Usually just drink it plan, no cream or marshmallows but sometimes will take cream.

Two bit ones again 50/50, doesn't mind tea but drinks it more then coffee (I hc that his mam is irish and she always drinking tea and has tea in the house so he just kinda feel into drinking it) likes it on cold nights or if his mam has to work late he's to take care of his sister and he's just feeling extra sad, he'll have a cuppa and it brings him lil bit of comfort.

Does not like herbal teas, but enjoys how pony uses it to piss of Steve. Has become more open to them cause Marcia likes them.

Doesn't mind coffee, will drink it of offer only takes milk.

likes hot chocolate, loves ms Curtis recipe and his mam's (which are honestly very similar) takes both cream and marshmallows with it. Only drinks it on cold winter nights. And can make great hot chocolate cause he's always making it for his sister.

Ace (now fair warning, idk much abt ace I haven't seen the musical and only became a fan recently so if its short that's why)

So she's 50/50 likes tea, likes coffee only takes milk in both. Doesn't mind herbal teas and will try them, (hasn't found one she likes yet) unless they smell like really sweet.

LOVES hot chocolate, takes both marshmallows and cream and drinks nearly as much as soda does. Except won't drink it in mid summer cause she's nromal

@two-entire-bits @justanotheroutsidersblog @staygoldspiiderrah I'm starting to realise I only have 3 outsider moots..welp that's a bit sad...

Edit: I was wrong I have 5, not as sad @johnnycademyschmookie @newsies-united

[livingdeadmlm]

I found your blog recently and love your work!! If it’s not too much to ask, could you write some nice hurt/comfort sickfic stuff with some of the red dead boys where the reader is feeling especially cold and achey? preferably Kieran, Arthur, and Charles but the more the merrier.

(Have a great day!! 🙏🙏)

I can absolutely do this!! I was just sick and achy a week or so ago!! If anyone wants to see HCs for the other men shoot an ask! I just did Charles Arthur and Kieran here!

You refused to stop working around camp even when it was probably best you take a load off. When your throat started to hurt you brushed it off as seasonal allergies, that’s all it was!

But that night you fell asleep much harder then usual, tossing and turning so much, even waking up in a cold sweat before the sun had even began to rise, before passing back out.

So when the first cough rang out from your tent began the routine the camp had for when anyone became sick. That and your boyfriend being at the ready to be your nurse

Charles

He knew you were getting sick the first day you had a sore throat that wouldn’t go away. He saw your face when you drank water to ease the dryness, the worried body movements you made when the dryness didn’t go away.

So when he heard coughing from your tent, he pulled himself up by his boot straps and collected whatever herbs Hoses recommended. He had no clue what more to do, he doesn’t get sick almost at all so he’s winging a lot of it

And then when Strauss provided cough medicine he was on top of making sure you took it on time even if it tasted awful.

Will walk around the camps area hopping to hunt something to cook you. Maybe gets a small pot to make soup for you.

I think he could give really good messages to help ease your back from how much it hurt from coughing.

He runs very hot so if you’re that cold you can cling to him! He’s got a very strong immune system

Arthur

He might go into town to find anything else that can help, maybe a new blanket because of your shivering? Picks up something sweet to drink so when you take the medicine you have something nice to wash it down

If he can manage to get you into town without your brain feeling like it would explode he’s buying you a hot bath for the steam to ease your muscles.

If you’re cold it’s a good thing Arthur runs hot. He will lay with you in your cot/bedroll/bed and just hold you for a while

Will kiss your head and face for comfort, another man with a strong immune system lol

If you aren’t in the mood to be around others hes more then happy to steer people like Reverend and Grimshaw away from you.

Kieran

He’s been in the army and alone for a very long time, so he’s used to taking care of himself when he gets sick no problem, but you well you’re his boyfriend so his heart is breaking seeing you miserable stuck in bed.

I think his mom probably took care of him when he was sick as a boy and he remembers how comfortable he felt and strives to have that for you.

He’ll baby you plenty when you’re sick and if you don’t like it your gonna have to force him away.

He’s spoon feeding you every meal, giving you medicine on the clock, when it’s nighttime and cold he’ll take your blanket hold it up by the fire and tuck you in with it so you’re nice and toasty.

He still complements you plenty when your sick. Even if you feel awful-congested,sore, freezing just over all gross he still things you’re the most handsome/attractive person anyway

He is ice cold all the time so when he tries to cuddle you and you squirm away it breaks his heart for a second before he wraps you in a blanket and then holds you

Does NOT have a good immune system like the other two so the chance that a week later when you’re back working around camp he’s sniffling and sluggish is a coin flip

[transmascaraa]

Heyyy, Nyx! Can I request HCs for a sick!reader? I am currently suffering with a cold and would love some comfort stuff.

Characters: (Genshin) Lyney, Gorou, (Danganronpa) Makoto, Shuichi, and Rantaro

Thank you so much, and have a great rest of your day!! Mwah! 💖/p

multiple characters headcannons!

a cold.

characters: gi · lyney, gorou — dgr · makoto, shuichi, rantaro

author's note: your cold is probably gone by this time and all😭 so sorry for the lack of posts i literally have no motivation for some reason💀 but anyways i hope you enjoy this either way^^

♡ Lyney

-will do EVERYTHING to help you.

-tea is a MUST.

-breakfast in bed is also something he told himself he HAS to do.

-in case of magic shows or missions from 'Father' while you're sick, he'll cancel them.

-you're his top 1 priority along with his siblings and he wants to show you how much you mean to him.

-migt act totally fine outside but his brain is a mess cuz of how worried he is for your health.

-he'll cure you from your sickness 100% so you can trust him(but reassure him not to worry too much)

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⑅ Gorou

-also gonna care for you like CRAZY

-"No working while they're sick." he told himself repeatedly.

-tea, of course.

-he'll bring the tea to your bed if it makes you feel better.

-same thing with breakfast. he wants you to feel better.

-not gonna let you leave your bed and doesn't give a fuck if you complain with 'puppy dog eyes' cuz he's just gonna leave the room

-will measure your temperature every day.

-he just wants it to pass asap.

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✿ Makoto

-very similar to gorou, in fact.

-breakfast in bed with tea.

-cleaning everything for you.

-making you rest in bed until you're 100% as good as new.

-there's always tea. you've drank your morning tea and can't drink any more?

-don't worry, he's gonna always have hot water waiting in case you tell him you're thirsty

-no going out and if you want fresh air he'll have to be with you outside. FOR A SHORT TIME ONLY.

-otherwise he'll just open a window for you.

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✧ Shuichi

-he'd be so worried but like won't show it AT ALL.

-NOT ONLY breakfast in bed, but also dinner and lunch.

-you ran out of candy/snacks? he's gonna go out and buy some of your favorites.

-everything you eat is with tea. whichever tea you like, he'll make it for you.

-no going out just to not make anybody else sick.

-you swear you've never known you had THAT MUCH tissue boxes in your house. but alright

-windows are almost always open for fresh air unless you feel cold.

-tucking you in AFTER you fall asleep because that's him for some reason.

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✷ Rantaro

-a gentleman at heart.

-he's gonna drink tea WITH YOU in bed.

-he's gonna sit next to you while you eat breakfast(either in bed or not).

-will bring you whatever you need, like food, tea, blankets, pillows, etc.

-probably will spend your sick days with you in bed mostly.

-measuring your temperature whenever you look a bit tired, and kisses your cheek if you don't(if you do, he kisses your forehead)

-very trustworthy for stuff like this.

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it's kinda good??

idk lmao

i hope you like it^^

| @run-dennys-is-on-fire | @mariaace <3 |

[nwjn-z]

Hello~ could I request Stan knocking on reader’s window in the middle of the night sad bc Randy’s being… Randy? So they go out to Stark’s Pond and sit on the bench while he rants and they drink n stargaze n stuff?

Late night confessions — feat. Stan Marsh x reader

warning(s): yelling, drinking, swearing

author’s note: OMG ANON IM SO SORRY I DIDNT UPLOAD THIS SOONER IVE BEEN REALLY BUSY, here you go tho i know it’s late asf but i hope you like it😞

It was 2:34 am, and the quite mountain town of South Park was in a peaceful slumber, but the Marsh household was anything but quite and peaceful.

“ALL YOU WANT TO DO IS DRINK AND MOPE IN YOUR ROOM ALL DAY INSTEAD OF HELPING YOUR FAMILY!” Randy seethes to his son.

“HELPING YOU WITH YOUR STUPID FUCKING WEED FARM ISNT HELPING THE FAMILY YOU DICK!” Stan spits back.

“You know what Stan? I am so sick and tired of your shit. You don’t do jack shit all day, you never want to help out with the family business, and when you do decide to help you always fuck up. You are going to get no where in life with this kind of attitude Stanley.”

All it took to push Stan over the edge was bringing up his future. Ever since starting high school, Stan biggest anxiety was what he was going to do with his life. The fear of ending up a “waste of space” kept him up at night.

“Seriously fuck you dad.” Stan sniffles as he storms out the house, wanting to be anywhere but “home”.

Stan gets in his car and makes his way to town with only his phone and wallet. He needed comfort right now. He needed to go somewhere that was familiar, somewhere that he felt safe at.

Stark’s Pond was special to Stan. Growing up it was his favourite place to be, where he hung out with his friends, where he had his first kiss, and where he had his few good memories with his dad.

But he didn’t want to be alone right now, he wanted to be with someone he could talk to, who would understand him, who could make him forget all about his problems, who could make him feel good no matter what, he needed you.

You were up late for no particular reason. It was summer so you were off your normal schedule. You mindlessly scrolled through your phone while the rest of your family was fast asleep.

When Stan made his way to your house he began to climb up on to your balcony. When he managed to do so he couldn’t help but stare at you through the space in between your curtains.

He saw you laying on your stomach swinging your legs back and fourth and holding a pillow to rest your head on while you where preoccupied with your phone.

You where so beautiful to him. You always had been since the day you two met. He loved your hair, your eyes, the way you talked, how you were always to quite yet kind, the way you made him feel so weak. He loved it all, he couldn’t get enough of you. He wanted nothing more than to make you his.

He continued to stare, looking longingly at you with hearts in his eyes until you noticed him staring and freaked out. He saw you jump and threw your pillow at your window before you realised it was him. You cursed him under your breath while you opened the curtain to open the window for him.

“You scared the shit out of me.” You told him,

“I’m sorry I just got distracted.” he replied.

“What are you doing here, it’s almost 3 o’clock!” You said,

“I know im sorry, I just really need someone to talk to I just had a huge fight with my dad and I don’t know where else to go.” He says as his mind rushes thinking back to the fight as he tries to hold back tears.

“Hey hey it’s okay I’m sorry, we talk if you want I’m here for you.” You say sincerely.

Hearing your sweet voice speak to him so gently after being yelled at and berated makes him break his composure and hot tears stream down his face.

You immediately pull him into you and caress the back of his head as he buries his face into your neck, holding on to your waist for dear life.

After some time he reluctantly pulls away and wipes his face.

“I came over to ask if you want to go to Stark’s Pond with me.” He mutters as he tries to compose himself.

“Let me get my jacket.” Is all you say in response wasting no time getting your jacket.

“We’re gonna have to leave through my window, I don’t want to wake my parents.” You say zipping up your jacket

“Okay” he says meekly.

You both make your way out your window with Stan helping you get down. You get into Stan’s car and he begins to drive.

As you make your way to Stark’s Pond, you can’t help but stare at him while he drives. He has one hand on the bottom of the stirring wheel and the other hand on the gear shift. His hands are rough from years of sports and roughhousing outside, yet whenever you felt them they were so soft.

Your daydreaming was cut short when he came to a stop and you realised you weren’t at Stark’s Pond.

“I’m gonna grab drinks real quick, you want anything?” he asked

“I’ll just have whatever you are having, even though you shouldn’t be drinking.” you say in disapproval of his habit

“Yeah I know but I kinda need it right now.” he responds somewhat bashfully.

“I guess” you say.

As you sit in the car waiting for him you start to wonder why he came to you. I mean you guys are close friends but you thought that him and Kyle were closer, that he would go to his childhood best friend for things like this. Right?

You aren’t left with your thoughts for long as Stan quickly makes his way out the store and back into the car.

He gets back into the car and after a couple of seconds he starts to drive again.

The convenient store wasn’t far from Stark’s Pond so you arrived fairly quickly.

“We’re here” Stan announces

You simply reply with a hum in acknowledgment and make your way out the car with him.

You sit down and he hands you a drink before cracking open his. You two sit in silence drinking until your thoughts from sitting in the convenient store parking lot make their way back into your head.

“Hey, why did you want to hang out with me of all people?” you say still leaning your head back staring at stars

“What?” He asks, almost dumbfounded

“I mean like why not Kyle or Wendy even, they’ve known you longer and probably better than I do so I just thought you would go to one of them for something like this.” you tell him honestly

“Do you not want me to come to you?” He asks, worry written all his face and voice.

“WHAT!? NO! I mean i just thought that like, you would think I wouldn’t be any help you know?”

“Nah dude that’s bullshit, besides why would I go to my ex about my problems.” he chuckles lightheartedly

“I don’t know I thought she would get you I guess.” you say as he shakes his head “no”.

“Oh well what about Kyle then, surely he’d be your first responder or something.”

“Kyle doesn’t know shit about me at this point, anytime I try and talk to him about the things I go through he just doesn’t get it.” he responds truthfully

“We’re still best friends and all but, he just doesn’t understand why I can’t just “get over it” you know? It gets really fucking frustrating.”

You take a minute to process what he said but before you can say anything he begins to speak again,

“You aren’t like that though. You’re always so nice and never make me feel stupid or crazy for feeling the way that I do.”

His words flustered you. Only you made him feel comfortable and safe? You felt your heart clench at the thought. Without thinking you put your hand over his and finally look over at him,

“I’m glad I can be that person for you.” You say sincerely with a smile on your face

And just like that Stan just couldn’t take it anymore. You were truly the most amazing person he has ever known. You’re sweet, kind, and genuine soul made his heart swell and his face smile. He couldn’t hold back the words that left his mouth in that moment,

“I’m so in love with you.” He says with hearts basically in his eyes.

“What!?” You respond eyes wide and face flushed

“WHAT?!” he yelps, “OH MY GOD IM SO SORRY I DIDNT MEAN IT LIKE THAT I MEAN I DID BUT NOT IF YOU DONT WANT ME TO AAAHH IM SORRY JUST FORGET I EVER SAID ANYTHI-“

“I like you too, well love.” you say honestly having waited for this moment for what felt like an eternity,

“Wait what?Really!?” Stan says, dumbfounded but simultaneously feeling his heart burst with joy

“Yeah dude” you respond with a lighthearted laugh, but before you could say anything else you felt the slight wetness of his lips on yours, relishing in the feeling you close your eyes and lean in, completely melting in his touch.

“You love me?” he asks smiling, wanting nothing more than to hear you say those three words over and over until he can’t hear anymore,

“I love you.” you say, more than happy to repeat that phrase till your voice gives out.