#But in this case there is reason and that reason is it’s a BLUEY plushie cmon!!!!

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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.

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[merryfortune]

Day 7: Time For Your Favourites

Written for @atsukyouweek (big thank you to the organisers!! <3)

Fandom: Bungou Stray Dogs

Ship: Atsushi/Kyouka

Word Count: 1,569

Tags: Canon Compliant, Fluff, Missing Scene Fic

  It was a staple of modern romance, or so Atsushi had been told, the exchanging of phone numbers.

  Quite possibly, Atsushi reasoned, this so-called staple of modern romance might even mean more to a girl like Kyouka because of how near and dear her cell phone was to her heart. She kept it on a lanyard, like a necklace, with the body’s device and the bunny-wabbit phone charm right over her chest, more often than not, slinging slightly to the left which was the side of the body the heart was on.

  Atsushi’s own heart was pounding quite fearsomely as he tried to find the words. He had to be casual but engaging; direct but not too direct that he seemed far too invested in such a teeny-tiny thing; show fondness but not too much fondness that it might make things awkward between them. Especially because that they were going to live together from now on. Close quarters. Not just the same dorm, in general, but the same room. Atsushi was an adult, after all, he could be trusted; Kyouka, whilst not an adult, could also not be trusted, but she had a professionalism that Atsushi lacked because he hadn’t killed thirty-five people.

  Still, he observed. He was part of a detective agency. He had to learn to think and observe and then judge those observations and all those on-goings of thinking so he could make good elected moves.

  And right now, he was observing that Kyouka was getting ready for bed. He was too. He was using it as a façade so he could be covert about observing her.

  She was already in her pyjamas. A kimono that was loose enough to sleep in. Unpatterned and practical. She had a little bowl nearby; more comfortable to brush her teeth by her bed with it rather than over the sink like Atsushi preferred. She was very efficient, he thought. Thirty seconds to each tooth and individually at that – she had a toddler’s toothbrush, one of the tiny heads and soft bristles, the stick itself was pink and sparkly. It was cute.

  Whilst Kyouka brushed her teeth, Atsushi fiddled with his bed socks. Anything to make up for time. Tightening the drawstrings on them. It was strange; he usually wore slips or ankle socks during the day, but he liked the extra comfort at night. A small treat for himself.

  Kyouka spat out the foam in her mouth and Atsushi was surprised by the noise. He dropped the drawstrings on his socks. Poms-poms and all. He stole another glance at her from his peripheries. Even when she was cleaning out her mouth – gargling with water – she looked so cute. It made him jittery and nervous.

  He would, admittedly, feel better if he slept in the closet with the linen. Kyouka was a girl, after all. Four years his junior. She needed her space and privacy, but she had specifically insisted otherwise. She didn’t want to be lonely and Atsushi knew the impulse all too well. He had never wanted to be lonely, but he’s spent most his life in such a perpetual stage, but he was beginning to leave from such a stage. If he could take Kyouka with him, he would be more than satisfied. So he collapsed to such an insistence – pretty blue eyes pleading and all.

  “Why are you staring, Atsushi?” Kyouka asked.

  Atsushi blinked. She disrupted all his reveries and daydreamings. He turned sheepish, cringing slightly and he scratched the back of his head.

  “That obvious, huh?” he asked.

  Kyouka nodded. Very eerily.

  “Sorry.” Atsushi mumbled.

  “I don’t care.” Kyouka said. “I know someone as sweet and clumsy as you would never be able to do anything nefarious to me. Assassinate me, for instance.”

  Atsushi erred. He didn’t know what to say for that. He thinks, partially, that that might be an insult but her words are so prettily vague that he can’t be certain. It could have been a compliment in equal measure; she called him sweet for every bit as a prospect killer, or worse, after all.

  “Is there something you wanted?” Kyouka asked and she blinked. Her lashes fluttered like butterfly wings; she had surprised even herself. “Perhaps you are tired and I was taking too long. I’m sorry, I’ll turn the lights off if you like.”

  Kyouka rocketed to her feet, the hem of her kimono swinging around her ankles daintily. Atsushi, set into motion by her inertia but too slow, half got up. Hand outreached, on one knee, his fingers looked as though he could graze the material of her bedclothes but in actuality, there was a fair bit of space between them. She, closer to the rest of the dorm, he, closer to the linen closet, and all that tatami mat between them with the futons sprawled out.

  “No.” Atsushi said, at long last, after holding an accidental breath. “No, it’s not that.”

  “Oh, okay.” Kyouka returned to kneeling on the floor.

  “I wanted to ask you something.” Atsushi said. He licked his lips. His heart hammered. The pinnacle of modern romance, he reminded himself, or so he had been told, he had never been shown any kind of love, let alone the plasticky and flashy kind shown on melodramatic television love stories. “I wanted to know if you wanted to exchange phone numbers. We didn’t before but – but I think it would be a good idea. I don’t want to be separated from you.”

  His words were awkward as they tumbled out of his mouth. But they were sincere. Kyouka heard such sincerity in his voice.

  “I agree.” she said. “I don’t want to be separated from you either.”

  Atsushi couldn’t control his face when he heard such an earnest reply. His lips wobbled only to widen. He looked as though he had had a stroke with how he smiled such a wonky smile, but he couldn’t be happier right now to hear such a thing. A small thing as it was.

  Kyouka must have felt the same. There was a little bit more colour to her cheeks than usual. A twitch on her mouth; perhaps a curt smile. The blue of her eyes glimmered.

  “Thank you for asking.” she added.

  “I hear modern phones can automatically register their numbers, I’ve never done it before, let’s try together.” Atsushi suggested.

  “That sounds nice. Let’s try.” Kyouka agreed.

  Both were a little bit unsteady in their hands as they readied their phones. Though, for vastly different reasons. Kyouka was a little bit nervous to instil her own things on her mother’s phone. Atsushi had never been close to someone before where they would exchange phone numbers; he was just that little bit infatuated.

  Still, the chassis of their phone clinked. Kissed, if you would. And the red lights on them flashed. A notification blinked on their screens and yet another strange and swirly smile appeared on Atsushi’s face. The automatic exchange of phone numbers was complete. Successful.

  “Thank you, Atsushi.” Kyouka whispered.

  “Thank you as well, Kyouka-chan.” Atsushi said. “A-Are you ready for bed?”

  “Mmhm.” Kyouka nodded.

  “I’ll get the lights.” Atsushi said, thinking about how it was the gentlemanly thing to do went unsaid but the words still clotted on his bumbling tongue.

  Atsushi got up and he circled around Kyouka and her bedding. He hit the lights and the room was in a bluey-blackness now. He thought about how, in the future, it would be Kyouka’s responsibility to turn off the lights since he was content to sleep in the closet like a stray reaper but for now, he would indulge in the domesticity of the right thing to do.

  He circled back around her, more difficult this time in the dark but he saw her body wriggle and writhe. She sighed when she finally got comfortable, chin jutting into the crook of her plushie bunny’s neck and shoulders.

  “Good night, weretiger.” She bade him quietly.

  Atsushi sighed as he plopped down on his own bedding. He got under the sheets and he let her wait just a little bit longer.

  “Good night, Kyouka-chan.” He replied, nigh breathless, after what he thought was too much time.

  Kyouka mustn’t have minded. It was possible that she was already asleep. She was primed for efficiency, after all, so Atsushi couldn’t help but check on her. She looked so cute, just out of the covers of her futon on the floor with him. Her pretty little face at peace, definitely dreaming sweet things, he thought since she looked so uncharacteristically at bliss. It made him happy, so he smiled to himself.

  Then, a red flash caught his eye. Atsushi blinked and he realised it was his phone. A second red flash. No, he corrected himself as he made the shapes out in the din. Their phones. Atsushi could even make out the roundness of the plump phone charm on the far side of Kyouka’s phone. Atsushi could have gasped when he realised. He would have thought she would feel more comfortable with it on her neck, just in case something happened, but she had taken it off instead. So, they weren’t the only ones sleeping next to each other, Atsushi thought as he closed his eyes, trying to ignore the occasional scarlet phosphene on the back of his eyelids as he tried to go to sleep as easily as Kyouka had.

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