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devourable · 1 year

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how would your delinquents react to their darling just...not showing up to their usual spots, not returning their calls, or even (dramatic gasp) leaving their texts on read? but! turns out it's because darling's sick and went nonverbal?

🌡️ the delinquents x sick darling 🌡️

it would NOT take long for them to figure out where you had gone. you not responding to messages was one thing, but when they don’t see you at the spots they’d usually find you in? they’d literally be hunting you down like a pack of wolves. did something happen to you? were you okay? it’d worry them sick not seeing you for even a day.

your home would be the first place they’d check — nevermind how they got in without your assistance, the extra key is for safety reasons! — and they’d practically collapse in relief when they find you crumpled up in bed, safe and sound. god knows what they’d do if you weren’t there…

mattias would immediately jump into your bed, curl up right next to you and snatch you up in his arms. he missed you so much! he’d whine and cry about how he was so worried, how he hated not getting to see you, cover your face in kisses and bury himself into your neck. he’d literally have to be peeled off of you by his friends to get separated from you.

unsurprisingly, mattie would promptly catch whatever was ailing you and later end up bedridden right next to you. he’d try to be helpful, making your bed when judas carries you out of it and fetching you something comfortable to rest in, but he’d ultimately wind up useless and have to rest beside you. which he didn’t mind — he always liked being the one to get the most skinship with you.

judas would be the first to pick up that you’re ill, though the rest of the guys wouldn’t be far behind. he’d gently scold you as he presses his hand to your forehead and neck, asking why you couldn’t have at least told them you needed help. were you so unwell that you couldn’t even call them? but he would be incapable of staying even slightly unhappy with you — the way you pressed into his hands, comforted by how cool they were compared to your feverish skin, would ironically melt his heart.

he and dom would be the ones taking most of the reigns. judas would go to work closing all your curtains, replacing your heavier blankets with light ones (no amount of complaints would stop him, your fever would never break if you stayed all bundled up!), making sure you’re well hydrated, give you a cool bath to make sure you to get all that sweat off and hopefully break your fever — he��d do so much that the other guys would claim that he was trying to hog you. which he totally was, but it was in the name of your health!

dominic, meanwhile, would get to work making you soup, ushering aaron off with his wallet to get needed ingredients and proper medicine (much to his best friend’s chagrin, but he is the only one with a car, so…). he knows your preferences already and would take advantage of that in hopes of making something capable of stoking your appetite enough to get you to eat.

he’d ask multiple times if you were sure you didn’t wanna see a doctor. if he took you to his, you’d be seeing the best of the best! surely they could give you something that’d fix you up in no time! but secretly he’d be elated when you’d decline — getting to take care of you was so fun, and if it was what you wanted then who was he to say no to you?

when aaron returns, he’d insist on being the one to feed and medicate you since he had to miss out on your care to go shopping. alongside food and medicine, he’d bring stuff that he figured you’d like — movies that you’ve been meaning to watch queued up on his laptop, a few snacks that you could try if you wanted something that wasn’t soup, a small fan to set up next to your bed, things to make yourself more comfortable. he’d pull your head into his lap and feed you, and when you were able to finish an entire meal without getting sick, he’d wipe your face and reward you with kisses of his own. ones less intense than the ones mattias gave you when they all first arrived, though. he wasn’t keen on getting sick.

all of his plans for the next few days would be canceled, no matter what they were. he could always reschedule and plan around them. you were his priority, as you were to all of his friends, and he wouldn’t spend another second away from your side when you needed him.

when you wake up the next day, you’d be greeted to the sight of all four boys sleeping around you — judas and dom on the floor, aaron propped up next to your bed, and mattias in your bed, still clinging to you. even if you feel better at that point, they’ll keep you there for juuust one more day… to make sure you’re really feeling better. they wanna make sure this type of thing doesn’t have to happen again.

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ventique18 · 1 year

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~ Sick🌡️ flirting ~

🌸: "Are you crazy? You'll seriously get sick if you don't stop messing around."

Malleus halted the heated kisses he was peppering across 🌸's shoulders, but kept his smoldering gaze unfaltering and true.

🐉: "Do you dislike it?"

🌸: "No... But you're gonna catch my fever..."

🐉: "Then do not think too much. I am not such a common creature to be brought down by a measly cold."

Then he advanced to 🌸's neck, making sure to plant teasing nips that enticed hot shivers on warm skin. 🌸 wasn't sure if the goosebumps were from his cold lips or from the actual cold. His tongue was surprisingly soothing and pleasurable.

🐉: "You do not have to do anything... You do not have to move an inch, even. Simply let me love you."

That accursed tongue did not settle for only the neck.

- The next day... -

🦇: "Oh dear, look at you. You haven't had a fever since you were a toddler. And that was when you ate so much ice cream and suffered from tonsillitis."

🦇, placing an ice pack on the boy's forehead: "Did you eat too much again?"

🐉: "Oh, I ate very well, indeed."

And then the fae prince cackled loudly. Lilia observed him with concern, but shook his head while fetching a fever medicine from the medicine box.

🦇: "My goodness, he's gone delirious."

#a lil bit of drabble before going back to the study grind #twisted wonderland #ventique rambles #malleus draconia #malleus x reader

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jinwoosungs · 2 months

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{ 016 }

- how they take care of you when you're sick -

featuring: megumi, nanami, gojo

[ megumi 🌡️ ]

this boy is a total mama hen. the day prior to you truly getting sick, he could already detect the raspiness of your voice and was well aware of your lack of appetite throughout the day...

because of your sudden fever, you were forced to stay back within your dorm, missing your classes for the day as you felt the life seeping out of you.

okay, perhaps you were being a bit dramatic, since it was just a simple fever. however, you hated how hot you felt all the time, turning your mind hazy as a sense of nausea was felt settled in the pit of your stomach. all you had the strength to do was lay in bed with your eyes clenched shut, unable to do much but fall into a restless slumber.

in your fevered haze, you felt yourself going in and out of consciousness, vaguely aware of someone entering your room. you heard a soft voice letting out a string of curses coupled along with a rustling of a plastic bag.

you heard the shuffling of feet across the hardwood floors of your dorm before a cool, damp cloth was placed on your forehead. opening your bleary eyes, you came face to face with megumi's scowl, blue eyes shining with concern for you as he adjusted the handkerchief on your head.

"'gumi? didn't you have a mission...today?"

"i let itadori and kugisaki take over for me." was his simple answer, and despite how his gaze remains expressionless, his actions gave his intentions away. the touch of his hand against your fevered cheeks was a clear indication that he was worried about you.

"have you done anything to help with your fever?"

"just... took some tylenol / ibuprofen, that's it."

your boyfriend simply replies back with a huff, standing back to his full height to bring the bag closer to him.

your throat felt dry, yet megumi seemed to know what you needed before you even got a chance to voice it out loud. placing a hand behind your body, megumi lifts you up so that you were in a seated position. grabbing a bottle of water from his bag, his unscrews the lid before placing it against your chapped lips, coaxing you to take a drink.

feeling tears well up within your gaze at his kindness, you remain silent, even as megumi brought out a container filled with what you assumed to be his homemade rice porridge. your heart felt full of warmth, allowing megumi to take care of you as he fed you the rice porridge.

even when you knew megumi to be a man of few words, one who seldom ever spoke of his feelings for you, you knew that in this exact moment that he cared-

that he loved you so much, he wanted to spend his day helping you feel better. and you honestly couldn't have asked for a better boyfriend.

[ nanami 🌡️ ]

total husband material. the moment you tell him how unwell you felt, he does all of the work for you. when morning came, he was the first to call your workplace and alert your coworkers about your incoming absence before spending the entire day caring for you (a feat that he never once minded).

your breathing comes out as hot puffs, with you staying in bed since the morning you woke up with a fever. after getting off the phone with your workplace, nanami enters your shared bedroom while brushing back your strands of hair.

"what would my darling wish to eat? rice porridge? or chicken noodle soup?"

"mmm, noodle...soup..."

he manages to hear your whispered voice, letting out a gentle coo of your name before brushing his lips against your heated skin. "my poor darling, don't worry, your husband is here to take all of your discomfort away."

you manage to give him a weak smile, relishing in the way he presses a kiss against your hair before heading off into the kitchen.

your medications were finally taking effect, putting you in a drowsy trance as you fell in and out of slumber. what ultimately wakes you up was the delicious scent wafting from the kitchen, making your senses heighten almost immediately.

miraculously, the scent of nanami's cooking was enough to break you out of your trance. you sit up in bed, eyes practically shining with anticipation when your husband reappeared with a large bowl of soup in hand.

completely focused on your needs, he settles himself in bed with you, holding the soup within his large hand while blowing on the broth. he then proceeds to feed you spoonfuls of his delicious soup, and with each bite, you swore you could feel the strength slowly returning to you.

within what seemed like mere minutes, you finish the entirety of the bowl, clinging to your beloved husband with a purr. nanami lets out a rich chuckle of your name while folding his arms around you in a steady embrace.

"was it good, my love?"

"it was sooo good..." you moan while hiding your face within his broad chest, your yawns becoming muffled as you cling to the front of his shirt. being immensely attentive to your needs, nanami lies back down in bed with you, stroking at your damp hair while beckoning you to sleep.

"rest, my dear... and i'll be here when you wake up."

[ gojo 🌡️ ]

the world's strongest only showed weakness when it came to you and you alone. he was none the wiser when morning came, trying to coax you out of bed with some coffee. yet when you refused to move from your spot in bed, gojo knew that something was amiss.

"fuck, you're burning up!"

you groan, not opening your eyes because all you wanted to do was sleep your fever away. you try to tell your boyfriend that you were okay, that all you need was to spend the whole day (or two) just sleeping.

whenever you got sick like this, both your appetite and strength was nonexistent. you tended to remain in a soft cocoon, practically closed off from the world as you focused on truly resting your tired body.

gojo continues to whine and talk your ear off, yet when you remained unresponsive was when he finally backs off. his footsteps were heard all across your shared apartment before the slamming of the door was heard.

a part of you felt hurt that he had actually left you, not even bothering to at least stay in bed and cuddle you as you rested. his absence was what made your sleep less peaceful, becoming restless within seconds as you tossed and turned in bed.

you had no idea how much time had passed, but you were dimly aware of the sounds of the door opening and some movement, but you were too weak and tired to say anything. instead, you continue to remain silent with your eyes closed.

the familiar scent of gojo's cologne was what makes you stir in your sleep, with you managing to smile in your sleep.

"...toru..." you whisper his name, feeling your boyfriend get into bed with you, holding you within his arms while he calls out your name.

"come on, baby, you need to wake up and try to take this medicine. come on, open your eyes."

another groan was felt escaping from your parted lips, and you could not find the strength to open your eyes. you hear him let out a huff before adjusting you in his embrace.

"what 'm i gonna do with you?"

you hear the sounds of fabrics shifting for a few minutes before feeling gojo press his lips against yours. the kiss was sudden; being so unexpected that you couldn't help but let out a gasp in response. the moment you opened your lips to him, a rush of something cold was felt going down your throat coupled along with two tablets.

you open your eyes, with a few water droplets escaping from the side of your lips. you watch as gojo looks down at you with a loving expression seen beneath his dark sunglasses. his aquamarine eyes were shining with absolute love and adoration for you, placing the bottle of water and medicine off to the side as he lays back down in bed with you.

"my poor baby, feeling so sick. let your man take care of you..."

finding immense comfort in his presence, you cling to him while letting out a sniffle of his name. "i thought...you were gonna...leave."

"never, babygirl; never. your man would never leave your side during your time of need."

feeling relaxed while in his steady embrace, you slowly fall back asleep, knowing that gojo would protect and care for you for forever and a day.

a.n. - oh to be spoiled by the jjk men as you are feeling ill 😭🙏🏻

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

#megumi fushiguro x reader #fushiguro megumi x reader #megumi fushiguro imagine #megumi x reader #nanami kento x reader #nanami kento x you #nanami kento fluff #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru fluff #.stories

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dramagotchii · 4 months

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How to take care of your sick boyfriend 🌡️ [in which Cyno provides vitamin C(uddles) and K(isses)]

Day 4 - Sick days + Warmth / Cynonari Seasonal Week on twitter: (x)

pls have my humble offering of fluff cuddles and funny silly faces 🫴✨✨

#cynonari #cynari #cyno #tighnari #cynonariseasonal

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pixelatedraindrops · 4 months

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RAINCODE COMIC COLLAB~☔️

BEHOLD THE FRUITS OF MY LABOR!!

3 full weeks of work and its finally completed!

So @kazinsblog and I did another raincode art collab together but this one was a HUGE project! This one's a full 18 page comic!

Idk if you all remember the comic idea that Kazin was planning to do that involved Yuma overworking himself until he gets sick and then gets tended to by everyone else. But when I saw it, I decided to ask her if she was willing to possibly collaborate on it, remaking it where she sketched it and I colored it.

Kazin's Beta images: 1 2 3 4

So here's the results of all that work. We've been at this since December 17th so this has been an almost full month collaboration. And of course mine's a bit more altered to my own style as well as adding my own touches and making it a little more whumpy/extreme... X'D I also freehand drew shinigami in my version as well.

Both our versions look pretty different! The only thing that are the same are the poses. So feel free to check out Kazin's traditional version as well!

Since its an 18 page comic, I decided to put it under a keep reading so it won't clutter everyone's timelines. Also, I will be narrating the pages because I love narrating sick filler type stories. So brace yourself for a VERY LOOONG post!! Def need time to read this one! (and no purple tinted filters here this time!)

Also note: If the writing is blue, it means the character is thinking, just like in the game! :)

And I apologize on the inconsistency of Yuma's bangs... I thought it was one way before so half of the comic he looks like he has square bangs... oof XD I fix it around page 10

ANYWAY, hope you enjoy this soft buffet, Raincode Community! 🌡️💕

(Page 1)

Our story begins on an ordinary day in Kanai Ward. Rainy gloomy and depressing as ever. Our little victim... wait... XD I mean protagonist Yuma decides to go out to investigate more about Kanai Ward to try to track down it's supposed ultimate secret. Yakou sets him off wishes him well and tells him to be careful. However, as he's out, he finds out a lot of people in the city need help. Because of his good nature and unable to turn down someone in need, he decides to help whoever he can. (the ultimate side-questing lol) Before he knows it, he's soaking wet and he had helped 10 people in total. Time passed and it was almost evening so he returns to the submarine. Yuma was completely unphased by this. (and he didn't dry himself off for 4 hours due to being occupied with tasks)

(Page 2)

Yuma returns to the Agency's submarine to greet his chief holding his meatbun order. (that also got wet) But Yakou notices that the trainee is sopping wet to the core and shivering. He immediately loudly demands that he sit down so he can tend to him. Yuma does as he's told and sits on the checkered sofa. Yakou rushes to the shower room to grab some small towels to help him dry off. But because Yakou is so panicked, he ends up being very rough in drying Yuma, pulling his hair and causing the small boy pain. After he dries him off, he tells Yuma he isn't allowed to leave anymore for the rest of the day and demands him to rest. Yuma tries to retaliate using puppy eyes, but it doesn't work. Yakou is immune.

(Page 3)

The next day Yuma asks Yakou if he can go out to work after he finishes his morning chores around the place looking very eager. Yakou still looks a little concerned by how tired Yuma looks, so he tells him to not go out alone. He assigns him a partner to go with the rest of the week.

On the first day he's paired with Halara. The two of them are asked to investigate the art gallery of Ginma. (maybe after the nail man case) But over time, Yuma starts developing a lingering cough that persists for quite some time. Halara asks Yuma is he's okay, to which Yuma lies saying that it's due to the dust of the room. But of course being sharp, Halara isn't buying it. But they decide to not persist him further.

On the second day, he's paired with Desuhiko. They're asked to go help out at the Aetheria Academy with another case (not murder related this time) However on the way to the school and in Ginma, Yuma starts slowing down, he's shaking and is a little wobbly. Desuhiko notices this and asks if he wants to go to the cafe for a drink. Yuma nods and as they go to the cafe and order some coffee, Yuma takes off his hat and coat and Desuhiko finally realizes how pale he looks. He's even slower at replying to him as he speaks, as if he's in a daze. Desuhiko decides to take Yuma back to the agency after this.

(Page 4)

On Day three, he's paired with Fubuki. But he doesn't even make it to the case as when he goes to the sun and moon hotel to meet with her, Fubuki notices and points out that Yuma's face looks red. The boy clearly had a fever building. Yuma argues with her but Fubuki persists. The two of them try to go to the case but Yuma nearly collapses. So Fubuki returns him to the agency.

On the fourth day where he's supposed to be paired with Vivia he spends a majority of the day passed out. Vivia decides to watch over him using his forte to not disturb him. During the night while he's asleep, his breathing gets more labored and he's completely restless. Vivia looks at him deeply worried for his dear friend's well being.

The next morning Yuma somehow finds the strength to get himself up. Maybe that one day of rest was enough. But Yakou insists that he stays put today. Angrily yelling at him to be still and take today off as well.

Meanwhile, a certain two seem to notice each other...

(Page 5)

Vivia's spirit notices Shinigami and decides to give her a warning. Make sure Yuma listens to Yakou and doesn't leave. Giving her the iciest glare, Shinigami fearfully agrees.

But this effort would be for naught, despite how he feels, Yuma's relentless determination forces himself up, putting on his rain attire and heads up the steps of the sub to the outside when Yakou isn't looking. Shinigami does what she can to stop him, but he doesn't listen...and Shinigami being a ghost, there was nothing she could do to physically hold him back. All she could do was follow, and prepare for the inevitable.

By some miracle he makes it to the church, up the stairs to speak to the nun. Who tells him to play therapy again for the townsfolk. He nods and heads to his first client. But when he returns to kamasaki to speak to him, he can barely make out what he's saying as he lets out a few more coughs.

Once he leaves the client, before long, Yuma could hear something in his body snap.

(Note: I direct most of the story, but Vivia conversing with Shinigami in spirit mode was actually Kazin's idea! So credit to her for that, So silly and fun! ^^)

(Page 6)

Yuma's body had finally reached it's limit. All the fatigue, chills and body aches had hit him all at once at full force like armed weaponry. His head began throbbing, he was shaking violently and uncontrollably, he felt nauseated by the rain's smell, and his body heat and the lingering dizziness was unbearable. He found a safe corner in the alleyway of Kamasaki to collapse. Telling Shinigami she was right and he should have listened to her, while the burning fever and cold rain wrecked his delicate frame even further. His voice was hardly audible, but Shinigami still heard and practically tells him to go back. But Yuma had no strength left...

Then like clockwork as they finish speaking, he could hear his name called. At first it sounded kind and questionable. But that rapidly changed, the voice now angrily yelling out his full name. As he looked up this voice belonged to...Yakou. He looks down at the boy in pure disappointment and anger.

Turns out a certain someone was tailing him. And alerted Yakou what happened just in time.

(Note: I make the red darker the more extreme the temperature and lighter the less extreme. I got to experiment with all sorts of new ways to color fevers hehe~ >w<)

(Page 7)

Yuma shockingly looks up at Yakou. Oh no, he was so BUSTED! Shinigami even says as much. Yakou practically scoops Yuma in his arms carrying him back to the agency. As he was lifted Yuma's world begun spinning. He could barely hear the chief nagging him in a panicked tone. It was all distorted and it was making his head hurt more. Yakou placed a hand to his cheek and was shocked by how hot it felt. All Yuma could do was apologize and hope his world stops spinning and that Yakou eventually stops yelling... (also I put numbers for the order to read the speech bubbles in)

Upon returning to the agency, Yakou dries Yuma off, asks Desuhiko to give him a warm set of clothes to borrow and put him to his own bed. Grabbing a basin of very cold water, washcloths and a digital thermometer. He placed one of the wet cold cloths under his bangs and upon reading the boy's temperature, it was high. Almost high enough to visit the ER. Yakou was even more mad, but speaks in a non yelling tone. Giving Yuma another stern warning to not leave the bed. To which Yuma weakly agrees to.

But Yakou's back to yelling again, feeling paranoid Yuma would be missing by the time he gets back from getting the supplies. So he drills that message right into the boy's already throbbing head once more. Everyone else in the office awkwardly listen in as the sick trainee gets scolded.

(Note: Just an FYI, Yuma's speech bubbles being wavy is a sign his voice is raspy and the text being a bit hard to read means his voice is hardly audible)

(Page 8)

Yakou leaves Yuma alone and walks into the office in his raincoat telling the other detectives that he'll be leaving soon and to watch over Yuma in his absence and NOT let him leave. He is so full of anger and anxiety that he yells at all of them too.

Everyone agrees and as Yakou leaves, they all discuss among themselves Yuma's state the days they were partners with him. He was in bad shape. And he only got worse as the days went by. They all knew.

(Page 9)

Meanwhile back in Yakou's quarters, Yuma was getting lectured yet again. This time by his death god partner, Shinigami. The poor trainee only wanted peace and quiet to make the pain in his head go away, using what little energy he has remaining speaking in his head he tried telling her to stop.

But the aggravated spirit persisted, saying that as his mentor she had the right to scold him just as much as Yakou. She continued her rant, until an abrupt sound from her master shut her up.

The few coughs that came from Yuma eventually erupted into a full blown coughing fit. The coughs sounding more wet, rough and serious. After coughing 10 to 15 times in a row Yuma was exhausted. Shinigami looked down at him panting with concern and pity in her eyes. She decided to stop the lecture for his sake.

After the fit, Yuma was left raggedly breathing. As Shinigami gave him her permission to rest and take it easy, he didn't answer. He couldn't. That fit completely mangled his throat. He was not able to speak vocally or in thought process anymore due to his head being in too much pain. As was the rest of his body, aching and burning. So he didn't answer her. All he could do was hope sleep would eventually take hold of him to make all this awful heat and pain stop even if for a just moment.

(Note: That's the penalty Yuma... x'D Sorry I gotta make him suffer lol. Also this is the only page that’s actually read left to right. I messed that up, sorry!!)

(Page 10)

After some time passed it was time for the Master Detectives to all take part in taking care of Yuma. The whole agency had a day off to do this. So upon his return, Yakou instructs everyone to look after Yuma in 2 hour shifts through the day. Even if it was just to watch him sleep. He couldn't be left alone.

Halara was first. Their task was to help Yuma take the medicine that was bought. There were three types of medicine for him to take. Antibiotics (white pills) for the general illness symptoms, painkillers (red and white pills) for the headache/fever, and finally...cough syrup. (aka his least favorite... XD) Halara made sure to be very gentle with Yuma propping him upward as his whole body was burning and he was very shaky. He even had trouble drinking the water, so Halara had to get a mug instead so they could help him drink it by holding the handle, and using the other hand to support his back. Despite the struggle, Halara worked diligently to complete their task as a caretaker in full. (as for who paid them to do this...idk I'll leave that to your imagination XD)

(The cough syrup idea was inspired by this fic :3)

Desuhiko had the second shift and the whole time he was waiting for his turn, he was writing a song for Yuma. Having the delusion that his angelic voice would lul the sick boy to sleep, he played his guitar and began singing. Yuma's headache did improve enough to speak in his head now, but that wouldn't last, as the loud noises from the guitar made his head pound even further with every strum. Shinigami begs for the noise to cease fire on her poor eardrums, but Yuma doesn't have it in him to stop Desuhiko. The gesture was kind so he decided to try to listen to the whole song, despite the noise. He does eventually tell him to stop though (using hand gestures) when another song comes afterward. So then the two spend their time conversing for a bit, (though desuhiko does more of the talking as yuma just nods or makes small noises/hand gestures due to his throat still hurting too much to talk) Desuhiko even telling him he could keep the sweater and shorts he had lent to him. To which Yuma softly smiles at him as a thank you before he eventually falls asleep again.

Fubuki has the third shift, and her task was to feed Yuma the warm vegetable soup that was bought earlier and that Halara had just finished making, along with Fubuki's help. She volunteers to feed him as she remembers a time she was ill as a child in the clockford mansion and one of her servants tended to her, feeding her soup just the same. Unfortunately, because this was a memory of her early childhood, she repeats similar phrases as the servant did when she was feeding Yuma, who was clearly not a small child. Yuma's fever had dropped enough to where he could find a bit of strength to try and sit up on his own now, and his once mangled throat’s condition had improved for him to speak a little bit. As he listened to Fubuki's rambling he tries to play along with her despite the whole thing being a bit embarrassing for someone his age. At least the soup was nice and warm. It felt good going down his very sore throat.

(Funny Fact: The order that Yuma is both partnered and tended to by each detective, is the same order as the chapters in game he's partnered with them LOL)

(Page 11)

It was evening, and now it was Vivia's turn to take the fourth and final shift. At first he was just going to sit and watch Yuma while he read his book quietly, but Yakou suggested that he read one of his books out loud to Yuma to help him relax better like a bedtime story. Vivia was unsure at first, as he's never read to anyone before. But he decided to give it a try. He asks Yuma what his preference in literature is before he starts, and Yuma tells him he enjoys detective novels the most. So he pulls out the novel that was in his reading list and begins to read it out loud to him. Turns out he was quite a natural at narrating, and his slow voice was very soothing. Yuma felt so relaxed that he felt like he would fall asleep any minute, but he tries to stay awake to listen to the story a bit more. Shinigami however, conks out immediately. (fyi: yes this is the novel Vivia talks about in his final gumshoe gab. I tried to make up stuff based on it.. X'D)

Once the clock strikes 9pm and night falls, the Master Detectives all wish Yuma well and leave to return to the hotel to retire for the night. It was just Yakou and Yuma now. Yakou, who had just come back from another errand, walks over to Yuma who was now fast asleep. He looked a little better so Yakou removed the towel from his forehead and places his hand onto it. It still felt warm but no longer as hot as it did hours ago. Meaning he was out of the danger zone, much to Yakou's relief. He places the towel back in the water basin wringing it out and re-applying it to his forehead. Then he lets out a yawn. He was pretty tired. He decides that instead of sleeping in the office on one of the sofas, he'd stay by Yuma's side. His removes his jacket, goes and turns off the overhead lights, sits down and places his head down on his desk. Then after telling the sleeping trainee goodnight he turns off the small light by his desk.

OKAY FUN FACT: The comic WAS going to end here going on to the final page... Buuut~ We were STARVING for some good ol' Yakou Fathero :3 So... Enjoy these bonus 6 pages of Yakou having a shift of his own to look after Yuma in the middle of the night. And its the longest shift.

This ones for you Yakou Fathero fans! Eat your fill!

(I know we sure did :3)

Also I apologize if the lighting here is inaccurate ;w; I tried my best I'm no pro LOL

(Page 12)

A little past midnight, Yuma was stirring in his sleep. Making all sorts of groaning sounds as if he was in pain. He was likely having a nightmare. This is confirmed by his eyes suddenly opening and him violently flinging himself up screaming, and the cold cloth flying off his forehead.

This sound wakes Yakou up immediately as he puts his glasses back on asking Yuma if he's okay. He flicks the light by his desk on to check on him. Yuma's found shaking with tears in his eyes stating quietly that it was just a dream. Yakou sympathizes with Yuma as fever dreams were usually not fun, but a fever NIGHTMARE was always bad. The chief offers the shaking trainee some water to try to help him settle down.

(FYI: Shinigami is going to be absent from this part of the story because I think her banter and antics would ruin the fluff, so she'll just be lurking above in the shelf like a cat the whole time.)

(Page 13)

Yuma accepts the water practically snatching it from Yakou's hands and quickly gulping it down. Yakou tells him to pace himself not wanting him to choke. Once he exhales from the water drink, Yuma sheepishly apologizes for waking Yakou up with his scream, feeling like a burden. Yakou reassures him it's okay and decides to ask him the question of why he pushed himself this far while he was still awake. Hard enough to make himself sick. Why did he do it?

Yuma was surprised by this but decides to try to tell him. He hands the water glass back and began talking. Under his raspy voice and somewhat heavy breathing, he says that he wanted to be useful as he felt like a burden to everyone since he lost his memory. He also says that he likes helping others and that it feels familiar to him. Determined to try to unlock a core memory of his past he kept doing this, even to the point of pushing his limits.

Then he suddenly stopped speaking...

(Page 14)

...aaand cue the coughing fit. Yuma's throat got scratchy and irritated after his long explanation, causing him to cough about 5/8 times in a row. Not as bad as his previous fit but it was more than enough to startle and worry Yakou.

Yakou quickly hands Yuma the water glass he had just taken from him hoping it would soothe his throat. He tells him that helping others is a good thing but he shouldn't push himself to the point that his health gets affected. Yuma quietly nods and as he sips the water still shaking, Yakou feels bad and decides to apologize to him for being harsh before. Stating that he only lost his temper because he was scared and worried for him. He also places his hand to Yuma's cheek in both comfort and to check his temperature. It felt slightly warmer than a few hours ago.

Yuma quietly apologizes to Yakou for worrying him, still holding the water glass. Yakou forgives him. Then he takes the glass from him and then the towel that fell off Yuma's forehead. He grabs a fresh one and soaks it in the basin wringing it out and places it back on the trainee’s forehead unintentionally a bit roughly. Yuma groans and shivers a little from the cold of it.

Yakou then lies Yuma back down, tucking him back in trying to make him comfortable. But his actions were a bit too comforting. He was not meaning to in any way and he wasn't sure what came over him, but he was treating Yuma like a little kid. Yuma notices and feels a little embarrassed by it, but decides to only say it in his head.

Yakou decides to do one more thing before he lets him go back to sleep.

(Note: Hey far as anyone's concerned Yuma, you are practically his BABY when you are having a sick day, so deal with it hehehe :3c)

(Page 15)

Temperature taking page time :D (my favorite, teehee! I know some cultures and in anime they take the temperature under the arm, but there's just something so endearing and adorable about a sickie with a thermometer in their mouth <3 OKAY MY RAMBLING ASIDE...)

Yakou is now a bit concerned that Yuma's fever spiked again after that little harsh coughing fit so he decides to take his temperature one more time before letting Yuma go to sleep again. Yuma obliges and goes along with it opening his mouth as the device is inserted.

After 15 seconds the device beeps and Yakou takes it out. Yuma shyly pulls the duvet up to his face and hides as he meekly asks if its any better feeling a little nervous. Yakou responds that it is better than it was the first time, where it was a dangerous degree.

However, he still wasn't out of the woods yet. The fever was still there and although it went down, it was still in the red. Yakou states that he's still feverish to which Yuma just apologizes. Poor thing just wants this to be over, he really doesn't want to trouble anyone anymore.

(sorry yuma I can't let you off that easily hehe 😈)

(also yes I put an instruction manual for how the thermometer works, I am so obsessed that I even give the thermometer lore LMAO. Sorry if I'm inaccurate in any of those readings. I used google... ^^;)

(Page 16)

Yakou places the thermometer back on the desk and tells Yuma to go to sleep. Saying the fever will likely break by morning. To which Yuma states that he's in Yakou's bed and that he should return to the checkered sofa so his boss could sleep, attempting to try getting up. But Yakou puts a hand on his shoulder stopping him and denies this and says his desk is fine and that Yuma needed the bed more than him.

He also says that if Yuma had another bad dream that he would be there for him. Yuma smiles at Yakou quietly thanking him as he's tucked back into the duvet. Yakou pats it gently telling the trainee to close his eyes.

It isn't long before Yuma is back to being fast asleep. (and shinigami too)

Yakou monologues to himself for a bit groaning at how much trouble this small detective has been for him since he showed up. But then he switches his tune and places a hand to Yuma's head petting it softly. He says he's happy he's working hard for the sake of his memories but right now he needs to work on getting better. Saying it would help everyone in the agency if he wanted to help people.

He wishes him well continuing to pet his head for a bit longer to soothe him before going back to sleep himself turning the light off again.

(Page 17)

2 hours later, Yuma was stirring and whining in his sleep once again. Yakou groggily wakes up wiping his tired eyes upon hearing the soft noises the small trainee was uttering. And he was crying again. Can only be one thing: Another nightmare.

Instead of turning the light on to wake him up, Yakou moves his chair close to him sitting at his side. Not saying a single word. (cept in his head lol) He reaches his hand for Yuma's as it twitches and he takes hold of it gently.

Yakou eventually leans on the bed as he does so and falls asleep sitting up again. Yuma's groaning and and heavy breathing begin to settle down a little as he felt Yakou's presence close by.

Then he smiles as he closes his hand in his sleep holding Yakou's hand back, leaning a bit close to it. He felt safe again... <3

(Note: This poor thing has way too much trauma... ;w; I headcanon that he's prone to night terrors on occasion, but when he gets a fever, its even WORSE. Fevers do be messing with your head... x3)

(Page 18 Final)

The next morning when Yakou wakes up, he checks on Yuma. He still felt slightly warm but he looked much better. Seemed the worst was over and it would likely last just one more day.

When he's fully awake and at his desk, Desuhiko shows up asking Yakou if Yuma's okay and offered to wake him up. Yakou denies it saying Yuma needed one more day of rest, the fever may have been only slight now, but in the rain it would rise again easily.

Desuhiko agrees and declares that he's going to work hard today. Likely to make up for Yuma's absence. Yakou teases him and the two have a bit of a banter.

Yuma meanwhile is asleep peacefully. Still having a slight red tint to his cheeks, but he's able to sleep a lot easier now. His fever was slowly but surely breaking. (now in the yellow) Shinigami sleeps beside him, making sure she protects him from any nightmares in yakou's absence. (after all only SHE can give her master nightmares)

He wakes up fully recovered the following morning thanking everyone for taking such good care of him, and he makes sure to not push himself anymore. And continues searching for the city's ultimate secret while pacing himself to help others from now on.

THE END ❤️

(I practically made this into a sickfic in its own right... XD)

Thanks for reading!! Hope you enjoyed!! This is just a little artist credit page I made for Kazin and I c: Also art semi-face reveal?? xD Kinda?? Idk lol (we just two gals that like our sick comfort haha x3)

Anyway thank you again Kazin for doing this with me!! It was hard work but it was a blast and the final result came out amazing. Its surely a project I will cherish forever~ 💜🩷✨🌡️

A wholesome story to start 2024 on a good note.

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random-shit06 · 1 year

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A GUIDE TO LIMITS OF THE HUMAN BODY FOR WRITERS

ORDINARY BODY FUNCTIONS:

— Pulse rate: 60-100 beats per minute

(A fitter person will have a rate towards the slower end of the margin and a child or young person will have a naturally high rate. Any drastic increase or decrease in pulse rate is cause for concern.)

— Blood pressure: 120-140 over 70-90

(This can vary with the time of day, amount of stress and a number of other factors)

High blood pressure: not usually immediately dangerous but can cause long term damage.

Low blood pressure: can cause fainting, dizziness and blackouts

— Body Temperature 🌡️: 36°C (98.6°F) to 37.5°C (99.5F)

— Blood:

In adults- 5L (1.2-1.5 galleons)

In children: about 3L for a 40 kg child (varies with age and size)

In newborns: About 80ml/kg (varies)

(the bigger the person’s body is, the more blood it will contain)

— Age: 72 years avg

MAXIMUM CAPACITY OF THE HUMAN BODY

— Blood loss: loss of 40% of blood (approx 2.5 l)

— Dehydration: approx 1 week (depends on conditions)

— Body Weight: record of approximately 1,400 lbs (usually fatal over 750 lbs)

— Weight to lift: record of 1,000 lbs

average men can lift 25kg (55llbs)

average woman can lift 18kgs (40llbs)

— Height:

Shortest person ever: 1ft 9inches (54 cm) approx

Tallest person ever: 8 feet 11 inches (272 CM approx)

— Alcohol consumption: 0.40 BAC/ 25 standard drinks

(anything higher is at high risk of coma & death, 0.08 is intoxicated)

— Record for holding breath: 24 mins 3 seconds

(Average person can hold upto 2 mins, 10mins with training in rare cases)

— Cold water: 30 minutes in water 35-40 degrees fahrenheit

— Internal body heat: 107°F/40°C

— External Heat: 230 degrees fahrenheit up to 4 minutes/ 40° in humid temperature for 4 hours

— Fever: 104°F

— Elevation: 15,000 feet / 2.8 miles

(consciousness fades, altitude sickness begins at 1.6 miles)

— Starvation: record for 1 year

(Average person can survive 2-3 weeks on only water)

—Water deprivation: record of 18 days

(Average person can survive 3 days)

— Water Depth: 60 feet without equipment / 1000 feet record with equipment

— Venomous snake bite: can survive 2-3 days untreated before bodily functions break down

— Longest ever lived: 122 years 5 months

— Hearing: 20 hertz (lowest) to 28,000 hertz (highest)

Hope that was helpful, reblogs and likes appreciated <3

#limits of the human body #how to write #writers on tumblr #writeblr #writing #writers #writeblr community

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ominoose · 8 months

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𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐁𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

FAQ | Request | Home | Masterlist

📖┆ The Nervous Bookclub Guy - You're at book club in your local cafe when one of the newer members comes through the door late, mumbling apologies about the bus being late as he sits himself next to you.

🌡️┆ He's at home sick, you get to play nurse - Steven's caught some sort of cold, and is in sneezing and sniveling in bed. It's up to you to convince him to stay in bed and nurse him back to help.

🥪┆ You and Steven go on a picnic - You and Steven are at the park on a lovely sunny day enjoying a nice, vegan picnic.

🏠┆ Your neighbour is a creepy pervert - You just moved into a new flat and the neighbour opposite you is a bit odd.

👻┆ He's a ghost - You move into a new manor after inheriting it from a recently passed aunt. After a long day of restoring the place and moving in, you're interrupted by an oddly polite ghost.

🗝️┆ You're the newest nanny (Brahms AU) - You answer an ad in the British country side to be a live in nanny. When you arrive, you're actually babysitting a doll. Or so you thought.

🐹┆ Steven turned into a hamster - You come home to the flat, hearing little squeaks, but Steven is nowhere in sight. As you flop onto your bed, a little brown bundle of adorable fluff lands on your chest.

🍼 ┆ Three year old Steven - Its a rainy morning outside and a tired mess of dark curls and warm, pudgy cheeks just flopped onto your bed to say good morning.

#steven grant #moon knight #basically yandere steven #omibots

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asaka-lucy-dr-rc · 2 months

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Happy Birthday, @pixelatedraindrops! Drew for the following art challenge:

Art details are collapsed↓

I just found out about this art challenge an hour ago, and luckily I had time today, so I thought it would be a good opportunity to participate and draw :)

This one assumes a situation of a memory of when Fubuki had a high fever when she was little and her parents took care of her. (I should have drawn her as a young girl because I intended it to be a "memory of her childhood," but I ended up making her look more mature… so it's hard to tell 😅)

I really like Fubuki, and I like the fact that she really didn't have much opportunity to interact with her parents in her childhood and felt lonely, even though she looks like an optimistic person. So even though this is a memory of a difficult time with a high fever, I think this is one of her precious memories of the love her parents had for her.

I could not describe the details of how she was nursed because of lack of time, but I hope you can get some idea of the situation she was in, such as how she slept dressed like a princess as the daughter of the Clockford family.

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Below is my message to @pixelatedraindrops and why I decided to participate in this art challenge:

First of all, happy birthday again! 🥳 🎉 I didn't know today was your birthday at all, but I thought it would be a good opportunity to let you know that I actually have respect for you, so I participated in this art challenge :)

When I first saw your blog, I was very shocked, but in a good way. I am impressed by your passion when I see you create so many works on the same theme. It was a great eye opener for me to see that this kind of fan art is possible.

I have a lot of respect for the fact that you do what you love and hope you continue to be honest about what you love.

I would be glad if this post is in any way enjoyable as a birthday celebration for you :D Have a great birthday!

#my art #rain code #fubuki clockford #フブキ=クロックフォード #art challenge

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blackberryghost · 10 months

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Inflamed 🌡️

Remus is sick on his birthday, but his coworker Sirius is there to make it special nonetheless💕 Modern Florist Coworkers to Lovers AU.

Words: 837. @wolfstarmicrofic

Found out @siriuslybea 's birthday is the 24th & conspired to celebrate with a smut piece from @spookymoonie and a little fluff from here. Happy Birthday, Bea!

When Remus had woken up with his knee inflamed, a cough rattling in his chest, and the worst migraine ever cursed upon the world, he knew that his birthday would, once again, be a let-down.

He never really had many friends to celebrate it with growing up, and not many in his adult life either. Lily did her best to be a one-woman birthday organizer last year, but she was out of town for her atrocious sister's wedding today.

So, Remus chased some cold medicine with a cup of throat-coat tea, threw a cough drop in his mouth, packed the rest in his pocket, and made his way to the flower shop where, at least, he would be able to spend the uneventful day with the new light of his life.

He couldn't wait to lay his miserable eyes on his coworker.

That gorgeous sweeping hair straight from a beauty ad. Tattooed arms full of mysterious runes wrapped in obscure constellations, everything some sort of secret code that only his coworker understood. His motorbike parked out front of the shop, a monstrous beast of metal and silver paint meticulously polished at night and sitting next to pastel paintings of flowers.

And he was just so so good at everything he set his mind to.

Remus was just as helpless as the customers who routinely came in just so they could swoon and sigh, watching Sirius's beautiful, ink covered hands work. Those meticulous fingers delicately arranging flowers, eucalyptus strands, and feeding bright purple blossoms into bouquets like it was his life's mission to get it right.

And don’t get Remus started on the way his coworker poked his tongue out of his mouth unconsciously like a dog while he concentrated.

Fuck.

He really did feel some sort of way for that man.

So, when Remus walked in on his birthday and met eyes with Sirius, the unknowing love of his life, he was thoroughly jilted when Sirius’s first words to him were:

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

Remus frowned and sadly turned to close the shop door behind him. He walked slowly to the back of the shop, his cane really taking the brunt of the pressure off his bad knee, then perched on his usual stool just behind the till.

Sirius stopped next to him and hissed, "Lily said you were sick. Why are you here?"

'Because I wanted to see you?' But Remus shrugged instead and punched his time-card, glancing at the list of scheduled pick-ups.

Sirius sighed and turned towards the kettle on the counter and flipped it on. "I hope you haven't got any plans later," Sirius said with a huff. "You look terrible."

"Thanks," Remus replied sarcastically.

But Sirius was quiet, and that man was never quiet. He was always doing something with his mouth: humming, hissing through his teeth, muttering curses.

Remus looked over and found Sirius standing quite still for someone always fidgeting. He held a medium-sized box.

It must have shown on Remus's face—the surprise, the hope, the look of a lost puppy being found—because Sirius bounded up and presented the box. It was wrapped in paper that had 'Birthday Boy!' plastered all over it with toy blocks and blue balloons.

"How did you know?" Remus asked as Sirius shoved the box into his hands.

"A little birdie told me," Sirius said. "Because his bird told him, and she happens to be friends with you."

Remus smirked, tearing the paper. "Does his bird happen to be a ginger?"

He gasped when he saw the picture on the box. It was a projector. A nice one. The expensive one he filtered out immediately on the shop website because there was no way he was spending that much when he wouldn't even shell out for a proper TV.

"I got you a screen, too. Rolls up on the ceiling and everything, but it's only half-wrapped because I ran out of Birthday Boy paper." Sirius kicked the peeling tile on the floor with the tip of his chunky boot. "You said you didn't have a TV or space, and I thought this could be a fun little solution." Sirius peered up through his lashes, an uncertain, troubled look on his face. "Maybe you can invite me over sometime. Show me one of those black and whites you like so much."

A hurricane was brewing in Remus, not even butterflies swarming in his stomach, full on houses were being swept up. Cars and trees and signposts and—

"I wish so bad I wasn't fucking ill today. I'd invite you over if my place wasn't probably contaminated as fuck."

"I have sick time stored up?" Sirius prompted. "We could order take-out? Movie marathon since the shop's closed for Monday and Tuesday?"

Remus hesitated. Then after a second, he nodded dumbly, a sweet affectionate smile blooming on his face for this man. He kept quiet, not trusting his mouth to say something smooth or coy or anything that wasn't, "I think I'm in love with you, Sirius Black."

"It’s sorted then.” Sirius grinned. “Happy Birthday, Remus."

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #remus lupin #sirius black #ghostie writes #wolfstar microfic

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nostalgiaplayroom · 10 months

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gel ice packs

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#🎀 original posts #🌡️ sick day #kidcore #cleancore #medicalcore #doughnuts #dinosaurs #bears

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alcinaslittlemaid · 1 month

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Sick Doll🌡️ + Bad Dream💤

Papawise x fem!reader

Warnings: emetophobia, sickness symptoms,

Fluff, papa being a sweet old man, but a little suggestive!

Summary: You have a sick bug, papa takes care of you❤️

“Bleughhhh” You retched into the toilet, your mouth had been spewing vomit all morning and most of the night. You were exhausted, your vision was spotting, your brain was being smacked constantly with a frying pan, your stomach was twisting into a pretzel, not for the right reason this.

You gagged, kneeling by the toilet bowl with your shaking hand over your mouth,

God I wish papa was here…. You sighed and stood almost downing bottle beside you.

Dollyyyyy…..

Dollfaceee……

Does Babydoll need her papa?…..

You shook your head, thinking the voice was your brain hallucinating. You lurched carelessly back to your bedroom

“Hmmmn I wonder if papas home?” You pondered hopping down the stairs cautiously, almost smacking face first into the wall beside you.

You could hear papa talking to someone, his gruff voice an almost immediate comfort to you

“Yeah, but what happens when that kid gets away pen? Huh? You have to keep your eyes and mind on the prize and another thing-“ He stopped, noticing that you were stood in the doorway listening.

Papa was sat in his caramel brown, arm chair, puffing on a cigar, propped up by pillows for his sore back. Last of the summer wine was playing on his tv.

“Don’t you know it’s rude to evesdrop sugartits” he puffed on his cigar blowing the smoke at you, your peered away coughing on the fumes, noticing another familiar clown looking at you in that usual vintage clown suit “Hiii Y/n~” penny squeaked giving you a tight hug, a thick alien purr rumbled in his chest.

Papa was looking at you intently “Buttercup? Are you feeling okay?” He hummed “Y-yeah I’m fine”

“Mutton chops we know when you’re lying” they both chimed together “Back in my day, you know where lying would get you?” Papa growled lowly “W-where?” You swallowed hard slowly backing away.

This man was unpredictable. “A spanking”

“You’re not too old to go over my knee sugar~” he teased making you blush slightly.

You glanced up, a thick drop of Drool from penny’s cherry lip “eugh pen”

“Don’t change the subject doll” He stubbed the cigar out in the ashtray “Come here~ Come to papa~” he patted the silky thigh of his clown suit, You nodded, wondered over and sat on his lap. He smiled and scrunched his clown nose, pressing his hand to your forehead “Awhhh my little kitten is sick”

“Your forehead is cold and clammy dolly”

He cooed

“Penny~ Looks like we’re gonna have to play doctor-“ papa opened his eyes, there penny was stood in a nurses uniform, holding a needle with a sharp syringe “Pennywise loves to play….” He huffed “Doctorrrrr”

You stared at him in disbelief and shock

“Woah woah woah penny! No!” Papa held you close to his chest “sugardoll shhh it’s okay”

Papa lifted you into his arms, cradling you “papas girl aren’t you doll” he cooed kissing your nose “come on, let’s climb the wooden stairs to Bedfordshire” papa chuckles at his little joke before lifting you bridal style, carrying you up to your bed, pennywise following behind.

“B-But Papaaaah I’m not-“ you were soon cut off by your own yawn, you body and mind betrayed you “Come on doll~” he carefully tucks you in “Papas sweet little girl” he kisses the top of your head and tucks you into bed, placing some ibuprofen on the bedside table.

Later that evening, You aggressively tossed and turned in the blankets, kicking and squirming in the sheets. Your heart was racing, your body sweating.

Your vision distorted and blurry, the room was spinning violently

“Ahh-ahhh Uhh” you glanced over at what was once your chair, but not sat a 6ft creature staring back at you.

Your about to scream when it crawls towards you, prowling and screeching, it’s slender black arms and pointed teeth glare at you, it’s sharp claws ready to rip into your flesh, it suddenly pounces on you.

“Ahhhh! Shit-“ You woke up in a cold sweat, your mind drowning in terror and your head spinning with a throbbing

headache.

The door swung open briskly, papa was stood in the doorway “Babydoll? What’s wrong I heard screaming?” Papa rushed in, he was donned in a silk dressing gown “My dear? What’s wrong?” He asked

taking a seat beside you placing his hand on your forehead “Oh sugar doll your sweating profusely, here drink some fluids, keep hydrated” papa stroked your head, nuzzling his hand into your hair handing you a glass of water “I just- I had a bad- I had a horrible dream, where a creature was about to rip me to shreds and and and” You practically chugged the water from the glass in pure thirst “Then I remember floating- fuh- floating towards a bright yellow- no three bright yellow orbs of light I felt my body floating off my bed-“

“Pennnnnyyyy” Papa huffed looking over at your wardrobe, penny’s glowing yellow eyes burned from the darkness “Whhhhhaaaaaat?” He giggled with a sadistic smile “Did you?” He snarled “Mayyybbbeeee, oh come on old man, a little fear never hurt anyone” he chuckled causing a thick glob of drool to spatter against the floor, you saw papa rolling up his newspaper, thrashing penny over the head harshly with it “You Stupid courteous fool!” He snapped “Aghhh! Ow ! Ow !ah” Penny hissed looking over at you “Your gonna pay for that bitch” He growled again, a playful tone in his voice.

“Pennywise the dancing clown! Apologise to y/n right now” papa growled

“Ughhhh fine” Pennywise approached your guest bed “I’m sorry for frightening and tenderising the little lambs meaty flesh” Pennywise drooled over you, his teeth sharpening “Pennnyywiseee” Papa lifted the paper again “Ugh I’m only kidding” pennywise joked wrapping his arms around you “I wouldn’t hurt a thing” He purred, his mood changing almost drastically “Good boy” Papa smiled sitting on your bed again “You feeling okay doll?” Papa asked, looking at you as you lay curled up in the blankets.

You nodded, another yawn leaving your lips “You want me to stay with you until you fall back asleep?” He asked stroking your head to which you nodded again, resting your head on his pillow “Alright sweet doll” He smiled,

And with that, pennywise snuggled up next to you and you both fell asleep, papa watched over you with a warm smile, staying by you all night.

🖤❤️

#pennywise x reader #it 2017 #pennywise #pennywise 2017 #pennywise the clown #papawise art #papawise x reader #papawise #papawise imagines #pennywise 1990 #it 1990

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mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess · 1 year

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@rosethornewrites

❄️🌡️🍲

Wei Wuxian stirred a few times into the large pot, testing whether the vegetables had finished boiling before adding the tiniest bit of salt to the broth. He did not taste it, because he would have been inclined to add some more spices to it if he had - but the food was not for him and no matter what Lan Zhan said, he could not stomach it properly.

A few moments later, he put the fire out and dipped the ladle into the pot two times, pouring the steaming contents into a small porcelain bowl. Lan Zhan's appetite had diminished so much, it would have been a wonder if he managed to eat at all - but he needed sustenance, and if Wei Ying managed to coax him to finish even half of the food, he would be more than happy.

Lan Zhan didn't get sick often - but even with his strong immune system and high cultivation, he was still human, and thus still prone to disease. And the fact that the weather switched so quickly from warm to freezing that year could easily explain the upsurge in flu and cold cases in the Cloud Recesses - which even the mighty Hanguang-Jun himself fell victim to.

So, as a dutiful and caring husband, Wei Ying took it upon himself to nurse his beloved back to health, the same Lan Zhan would do for him whenever he became sick himself. So, he made sure Lan Zhan had warm, fresh food to eat, the best medicine available, clean, comfortable bedding and a relaxing atmosphere to rest and recover in.

He felt somewhat emotional upon placing the soup bowl onto a tray, covering it with cloth to maintain its warmth. Jiang Yanli used to do the same for him in the rare few times that he got sick, and she would chide the nurses to be more gentle when administering him treatments. She would sit by his bedside and read to him, always leaving a little kiss on his forehead, no matter how much Wei Ying told her to keep her distance so she wouldn't become ill too.

Wei Ying was used to taking care of people. He knew how to build a small house, how to hunt, how to haggle for prices, how to set up protective arrays. But taking care of Lan Zhan did not require any of those things, yet it somehow felt so much more charged than any and all of those things.

Of course, Wei Ying cared about the Wens, went against the world for them, and they became the family he realized he never had before. He died for them and their cause and never regretted it, sacrificed his reputation and his life out of love and devotion for them.

But, as he took the tray in his hands and walked out of the kitchen, into the light snow outside, towards the jingshi, Wei Ying realized that the love he felt for Lan Zhan was unlike anything he'd ever felt before, and the instinct to protect and heal him was unparalleled to any other. Knowing his husband was laying in bed sick made his heart flutter with worry, and his arms itch with the need to hold him through it.

It was just a cold, nothing life-threatening, yet Wei Ying couldn't help fretting over his beloved and the vulnerable state he was in. His fever had gone down considerably and he only had some light sneezes left of the cough that had been shaking him awake for the past two or three nights - yet Wei Ying still barely slept so he'd intervene if things got bad again. Even the lightest symptoms could become dangerous if untreated for long enough - Wen Qing had taught him that.

Wei Ying stepped into the jingshi quietly, shaking snow off himself before walking further inside to place the food tray down and check on the fire, feeding a few more logs to it so the temperature wouldn't go down.

Lan Zhan laid in bed, eyes closed and lips slightly parted so he could breathe. His nose stubbornly refused to unclog, but the doctor had assured him that it would improve in a day or two, after the medicine began taking effect.

Wei Ying walked up to him, feeling both immensely fond and immensely worried at the sight of his rosy cheeks and ajar lips, placing his palm over his forehead to check the temperature. Lan Zhan's eyes fluttered open at that, heavy eyelids rising to reveal red-rimmed eyes.

"Wei Ying..."

The nasal sound of his name had Wei Ying huff a laugh,

"Were you asleep?"

"Mn... Have you brought food?"

"Yes, I made you some chicken and veggie soup. And don't worry, I didn't put any spices or anything in it, it's entirely flavorless, just how you like it!"

Lan Zhan half glared, but he looked so adorable doing it that Wei Ying couldn't help placing a little kiss to the tip of his nose. "I'll feed you, so get comfortable."

"You do not need to, I can do it..." But then he sneezed so hard that the whole bed shook, and Wei Ying rose a challenging, i-told-you-so eyebrow in response. Lan Zhan half glared again.

Wei Ying picked up the food tray and placed it in his lap, sitting on the edge of the bed next to his husband as he dipped the spoon in. "I really hope this is good, I made it the way shijie used to make it for me... well, almost. Open up."

Wei Ying nearly took offense at the fact that Lan Zhan squeezed his eyes shut as if expecting to be in pain - but he was quick to open them back up, surprised.

"As I said, it's entirely flavorless. I only put some salt in it, and, of course, all my love for you."

Lan Zhan flushed red at that, though he could always attribute it to the flu and not the beat his heart skipped. "It is good, I like it."

Wei Ying fed his husband another spoonful. "The doctor said you should be getting your appetite back soon, so I made a whole pot of it."

"You should eat too."

"I will, no worries. But I first have to make sure you have your stomach full before I give you your medicine."

Lan Zhan paled a little at that, and Wei Ying couldn't help a playful look of disapproval. "Hanguang-Jun, don't make that face. You need to take the medicine, even if it tastes terrible. How else will you become healthy again? And don't glare at me again, either, you know I'm right!"

Lan Zhan gave him a dejected look instead. "You should not be so strict with me, I am very ill."

Wei Ying burst into laughter, nearly sending the bowl of soup to the floor. "You have no right to be so funny if you're so ill! I could have ruined these robes!"

Lan Zhan's eyes travelled down Wei Ying's figure, imagining him having to change out of his clothes and-

Wei Ying presented him with another spoonful of food. "Don't give me that look, didn't you just say you're very ill?"

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🌡️ for A-Hobi B-Yoongi?

oops, I'm sorry I forgot to post this. better late than never? :D

double-whump prompts

fever

word count: 1033

Hoseok has been absent all day. Yoongi only notices in the afternoon, when it’s suddenly too quiet. Too still. Too…gloomy in the apartment.

“Hoseokie?”

He checks the kitchen, in case Hoseok is having a late lunch. He checks the living room, but all the lights are off. The last place he checks is Hoseok’s room, and when he knocks lightly on the door he realizes it’s open a crack.

“Seokie?”

He pushes the door open and sees that it’s completely dark inside, the blackout shades still drawn, but the light from the hallway illuminates enough of the room for him to see a lump on the bed.

“Oh, sorry,” he whispers quickly. “I didn’t know you were sleeping.”

Yoongi is just about to close the door again when there’s a soft moan from the bed-lump, and he pushes his way inside the room, making his way over to the bed and turning on the lamp that’s on the nightstand.

Hoseok moans again and Yoongi sees that he looks awful. He’s under the comforter, which is pulled up to his nose, but what Yoongi can see of his face is flushed pink and there are dark circles under his eyes. Even under the dim lighting of the lamp, a sheen of sweat is visible on his brow. He looks too small, tucked under the comforter, hair sweaty and eyes barely open as he squints up at Yoongi.

“You’re sick,” Yoongi says, more of a statement than a question. Hoseok blinks sleepily up at him and when he exhales there’s a slight wheeze.

“Oh, my poor sunshine,” Yongi murmurs. He presses the inside of his wrist to Hoseok’s forehead, and Hoseok winces and then shivers. Yoongi draws his hand back and frowns.

He starts to turn, to go see what they have as far as fever reducers in their sorry excuse of a medicine cabinet. “I’ll go grab some medicine–”

Hoseok’s hand catches his wrist. His fingertips are hot, his grip weak, and when Yoongi turns back he lets his hand fall back onto the bed.

“Sorry,” Hoseok croaks. “Stay?”

It’s not even a question he has to think about. Yoongi gently takes Hoseok’s hand and tucks his arm back under the comforter. Then, he turns off the lamp, and goes to the other side of the bed, slipping under the covers. As soon as he snuggles up to Hoseok’s side, Hoseok shivers and makes a sound that’s almost a whimper. He scoots away from Yoongi, which Yoongi assumes means he’s trying to give him a little more room in the bed. He follows and drapes an arm over Hoseok’s waist, over the comforter.

Hoseok sucks in a breath. He rolls over to face Yoongi, resting his too-hot forehead on Yoongi’s shoulder for just a moment before a shudder runs through him and he pulls back. With the weight of Yoongi’s arm still over him, he very slowly rolls onto his back again.

Hoseok’s breaths are coming faster, a little uneven. He doesn’t say anything, but Yoongi can tell something is wrong. He brings his hand up to card his fingers through Hoseok’s hair a few times, then cups his cheek, worried about how warm it is.

“Don’t,” Hoseok suddenly squeaks out, hands trembling when they push the comforter down to his waist.

Yoongi pulls his hand away and props himself up on one elbow. He’s torn, wanting to provide a comforting touch to Hoseok, but he can tell that something is off.

“What’s wrong?”

“Skin hurts,” Hoseok replies, voice sad.

“Your fever,” Yoongi realizes. “I should go look for medicine.”

Hoseok doesn’t seem to hear him. He kicks the comforter completely off the bed and it lands in a pile on the floor. He’s shivering a little now, but he tugs off his t-shirt, too, and then his sweatpants, tossing them haphazardly towards the foot of the bed before slumping back against the disheveled sheets, breathing like he’s just gone for a jog.

Yoongi takes the opportunity to go look for medicine, thankfully finding a box of fever reducers, and he grabs a glass of water from the kitchen before making his way back to Hoseok’s room.

It isn’t until after Hoseok has taken the medicine and is lying on his back wearing just his boxers that the tears come.

He cries silently, eyes squeezing shut as the tears drip down his fever-flushed cheeks. Yoongi longs to reach over, to wipe them away. Instead, he leans back against the headboard and crosses his legs.

“It’s okay, Seokie,” he soothes. “It’s going to be okay.”

Hoseok rests the back of his hand on his own forehead. He huffs out a shaky sigh. Yoongi worries and waits and wrings his hands together in his lap, but soon, Hoseok’s eyelashes flutter closed and his breathing evens out as he falls asleep.

Yoongi waits for Hoseok to be asleep for about twenty minutes before he sneaks out of bed to go grab a lighter blanket from his room, and when he returns, Hoseok is lying on his side, curled up right in the middle of the bed. Yoongi covers him with the soft blanket and then worms his way into the space in front of Hoseok– he might be a little too close to the edge, but he’ll manage– and he’s careful not to touch him.

It’s warm and the room is dark, and Yoongi finds himself growing sleepy even though it’s barely the evening. He dozes on and off for maybe an hour, and he wakes when he feels something warm against his chest– Hoseok, having inched closer and closer in his sleep, now has his face pressed into Yoongi’s chest, both hands curled into tight fists and tucked against his own body. Yoongi slowly takes Hoseok’s hands and eases them open until he relaxes a little, and Hoseok sighs a deep sigh and shifts until one of his feet is tucked between Yoongi’s ankles.Yoongi smiles. He’s still worried about how warm Hoseok is– is it normal for his toes to feel so hot? But for now, he’ll let Hoseok stay tucked against him until they’re both sweaty from the contact and they’ll go from there.

#sick hoseok #caretaker yoongi #fever #bts sickfic #sickfic #sick bts #drabble #bts hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort #bts whump #double whump

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