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Like Betta Fish Do - Part 9

Masterpost of ao3 link and all parts. wc: 2920

Jason hated Danny, a little. The other had really (accidentally) downplayed the effect the ectoshot would have. Flu like symptoms his ass, Jason felt like his insides were trying to crawl their way to the outside. Danny had apologized profusely and frequently, and Jason had forgiven him. Still, he hated Danny a little for doing this to him. Danny earned a lot of points back, though, by acting as Jason’s personal ice pack through the worst of the fever. Jason spent a lot of hours with his head or chest pressed against Danny’s cold back as he lay, miserable, on the couch with Danny sat on the floor in front of it. It was even nicer when Danny would absently run cold fingers through Jason’s hair and scratch lightly at his scalp. Jason tried not to think about how good that felt. How easy it was to let Danny touch him. He was determined to just blame the fever and ignore how his very bones seemed to hum in pleasure at the contact. Or maybe it was Danny humming. Purring? Fuck this fever, seriously.

So Jason sat close to Danny and Danny spent most of the time doing homework on a laptop that looked one step from death. “Summer classes,” he explained when Jason asked. “I’m trying to get all my gen eds done so that I can double major. Maybe even triple? I don’t know if I want to have spend the time on the language classes a Math major needs.” Jason hummed in response, trying to tuck the information away in his sick ailed brain. He couldn’t decided if he hoped Danny and Tim never met (con, they were both too damn smart), or if he desperately wanted them to meet (pro, Tim would replace all of Danny’s failing tech in a pique of disgust). Maybe the scholarship already came with a new laptop? That sounded like it would be a Tim thing to do, but Jason wasn’t sure how involved Tim was in the scholarships. “Math sucks,” he settled on. | “Sure it does, book boy. I bet you were an English major.” Danny had found Jason’s pile of books early on the second day and made fun of him. But Danny had also found both ‘Pride and Prejudice’ movies to download and had put them on for Jason to watch. They had spend all day trying to make it through the Colin Firth one as Danny kept pausing it whenever Jason dozed off due to the fever. “Nah. Never even finished high school. Too busy being dead,” Jason mumbled and tried to press closer to the cold. Danny must have done something because the chill increased. Jason let out a content sigh. He was almost asleep when Danny spoke. “You’re not just dead any more. You can still have a life.” “Don’t know if I deserve one.” “Of course you do,” Danny said. Danny didn’t know what Jason had done, the Pit groaned in response. Jason let himself slip asleep rather than deal with either of them.

The next time Jason drifted towards consciousness, there was a hand on his forehead. It wasn’t right though. It was familiar, but it wasn’t right. “Too warm.” “You sure are Jaybird. You’re burning up.” Jason jolted up and almost fell right back over as the world swam around him. When it solidified, it settled into a very different pair of worried blue eyes than he was expecting. “Big bird?” But if Dick was here, where was Danny? There was no sign of the other now; no laptop or textbooks or scribbled equations. Too many takeout boxes stacked too messily were the only clue, but Jason figured that could be excused by his sick state. Jason knew that Danny hadn’t been with him the whole time he’d been sick. The other clearly came and went at least a few times to pick up food, his school work, and other supplies. What Jason didn’t know if the timing was just lucky or if Danny had managed to disappear before Dick had made it past all the safeguards. He hoped Danny wasn’t stuck hiding in a closet or something. “What?” Jason asked. Dick had been saying something to him, but Jason hasn’t caught a word of it. He rubbed at his eyes to try and focus. “Did you get dosed?” “Does? No. Just the stupid flu or something,” Jason lied. “Why are you here?” “Because you didn’t show up for patrol for a few days in a row, little bird,” Dick said softly. He brushed Jason’s sweat soaked hair off his forehead. Jason swayed into the touch. Not even two days of finally being touched apparently was all it took to lose his self control. At least Dick wasn’t shying away from him right then. Not like he normally did. Right, his brother had said something. “That made you break into my place? You know that was fucking stupid. What if I’d been…” Jason trailed off and motioned to his eyes. What if he’d been in a Pit rage. “You don’t drop off from everything like this when you are. We were worried,” Dick said. He sounded worried, but Jason didn’t feel like he could figure out if it was real right then, not with his head so full of cotton. Maybe it was. This was Dick, he seemed to care. Of course, then Dick had to go and add, “You should have checked in.” Jason snorted at that. “Not for patrol reasons,” Dick said, rolling his eyes. “So that we didn’t worry, little bird. And so that I could have brought some soup from Alfred.” “Mmm… yeah, would have been worth it for the soup,” Jason decided after a moment. “Most things are worth Alfred’s soup,” Dick agreed with a chuckle. “But no, you had to be stubborn and not let us know you were sick so there’s no soup for you.” “Shut up,” Jason grumbled with no real heat. He tried to let himself fall back onto the couch but was stopped by Dick pulling him forward. “Nu-uh. We’re going to get you up and into the shower. You’ll feel better in clean clothes and I can change the blankets on the couch and get these through the wash.” “No.” “Yes,” Dick said in a sing-song voice that made Jason want to punch him. Instead he let Dick help him off the couch. Now that it had been mentioned, a shower really did sound good. He was left propped up against the door frame of the bathroom while Dick got the shower started. The sound of the water was almost soothing, and Jason eyes drifted closed. Normally the Pit would be snarling at him to stay alert— to stay focused and on guard— even (especially) in the presence of his family, but it seemed as drained by the ectoshot as he was and stayed quiet. “Jay?” “Hum?” “Do I need to get you to a hospital?” Jason pried his eyes open to glare at his brother. When had Dick gotten so close? He hovered just in front of Jason like if he wanted to reach out and pull Jason close. Shit, Dick really was worried, wasn’t he? “It’s just the stupid flu or something.” “I don’t know, you’re really out of it, Jay. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen you with your guard like this.” “’S fine,” Jason said and let his eyes close again. “You’re here. I’m safe.” “Okay little bird,” Dick said softly and started to help Jason out of his sweat soaked shirt. “Let me take care of you.”

Dick helped peel off Jason’s shirt and tossed it on the floor. This wasn’t his first time undressing and shoving one of his family members into the shower. Being a vigilante left no room for modesty between the mortal wounds, medical procedures, and decontamination processes. It was easy to be clinical about it at this point. Besides, his mind was too busy reeling over Jason’s words. Jason felt safe with him. Jason, who even when he was sitting right next to them, still held them at arm’s length. Who Dick wasn’t sure would even show up at the few family meals he did attended if it weren’t for Alfred’s cooking. Who struggled to share any details about a case. Who didn’t ask for help when he was this sick… … felt safe with him. Dick had to bite his lip to keep the tears from welling up. He hadn’t thought Jason would ever trust him again, not really. He hadn’t been sure if he’d ever really have his brother back. He didn’t even need— want— Jason back in a creepy ‘just like he was before’ sort of way. Dick knew that was impossible. Jason dying had changed them all. Him coming back had changed them again. Jason had talked to Dick about it once, just a little. They had both been drunk— Jason more than Dick— and Jason had talked. He had talked like the words were spilling out of him, bleeding out of him; a soft steady flow of horror. There in the dim light of Dick’s apartment Jason had talked, just a little, about what it was like to live with the Pit rage in him. How it was like a rabid dog on a leash that was barking, barking barking. Dick didn’t know how someone even thought over that noise, but he was so damn proud of Jason for managing. He was so damn proud of Jason for clawing his way back to life— out of his grave and out of his madness and out of his rage. He didn’t want the old Jason back. He just wanted a chance to get to be a brother to this Jason. He was so damn proud of the man he’d become. His eyes ran over the horrible autopsy scars that crossed Jason’s chest. The stark reminder of exactly why Dick hadn’t been sure they’d ever really have Jason back. Jason, when he had to change around them, always did it as quickly as possible. But right then the scars were on full display. Because Jason was trusting Dick to see them. Dick tried hard not to think too much about it. Jason needed his help right then. He could deal with the mental fallout later. With some wrangling, Dick got Jason into the shower. After getting fresh clothing, he took a seat on the closed toilet, flicking through his phone from somewhere to order food from. He wanted to be close by in case Jason lost his balance in the shower. “Is Ben’s good for pizza?” “What?” At least Jason was sounding a little more clear headed. “Ben’s. I’m ordering food.” “Yeah. Get a supreme. The chicken bbq one is good too.” “Got it.” Dick selected the pizzas, added maybe too much garlic bread to the order, and submitted it. Then he pulled up the family chat. The one that Jason still refused to be part of. Dick: So Jason’s running a pretty bad fever. He thinks it’s the flu. Oracle: He’s actually staying home and not patrolling when he’s sick? Tim: Shit. It’s that bad? Dick: He’s pretty out of it. Shower seems to be helping and I’m ordering food. I’m going to stay the night here unless you need me on patrol. Bruce: We’ll rearrange patrols. Keep an eye on him. Dick: Will do. He wasn’t going to let Jason down again.

When Jason woke on day four, he felt good. He wasn’t perfect, he knew that. Danny had said it would take at least a few infusions— maybe several if his core took to it badly. He might never be without lingering effects. But even with just the one shot of ectoplasm Jason felt better than he had in years. Jason let himself linger in bed for a bit, slowly stretching out his sore muscles, before sounds from his kitchen made him stir. The press of otherness was back, so Jason assume that Danny was back. His arrival still made Jason shudder with a chill of cold. It wasn’t as overwhelming as it used to be, but there was never any doubt when Danny was around. Yesterday Dick had hardly left his He’d convinced Dick that he would be fine for the day and that he should go to work. Dick had still insisted on waking Jason up in the morning before he headed out, but Jason had rolled over and went back to sleep. And now Danny was back. The sound of something clattering, followed by cursing, had Jason finally rolling out of bed and heading to the kitchen. He half debated at least pulling on a shirt over his sleep pants, but the cursing had turned rather fevered. Besides, he didn’t think that Danny would be bothered by his scarring. He had to stop in the doorway to the kitchen and just stare. Smoke hung in the air. Danny was right in the middle of it— holding an ice covered frying pan out at arms length. Jason was pretty sure the tips of Danny’s bangs were singed. Jason was smirking. He knew he was. He really couldn’t help it. “I can see why you always bought food these last few days.” Danny whirled to face him, blue eyes wide. He made a cut off little noise and flushed bright red. Chuckling, Jason stepped into to the space— the kitchen was hardly big enough for two people— and reached around Danny to turn the burner off. Danny’s arm was cold as he brushed against it. When Jason pulled back and Danny was still just staring at him and had grown redder. “You good there, fish?” “Um, what? Oh!” Danny finally blinked. The blush went right to the tips of his ears. “Right, yeah? But, um, I don’t think that the eggs are okay.” “Don’t know if my frying pan is either,” Jason said, eying the frozen hunk of metal. “Sorry,” Danny said with a wince and dumped it in the sink. He waved his hand and let the ice melt. Scorched eggs washed down the sink. “How did you burn them so badly?" Jason asked. He was actually a little impressed. “I never learned to cook, okay? We didn’t really cook at my house so I’m having to pick up all of it now,” Danny said with a little shrug. “It’s, ah, not going so well.” “Neither of your parents chefs?” “Too much ambient ectoplasm,” Danny said as he tried to scrub at the charred pan. Jason didn’t think it would do any good. “When the casserole tries to eat you back one too many times you sort of give up on eating at home.” “What.” “Reanimated food. They’re always bastards. I have scars from the hot dogs still,” Danny said and also gave up on the pan and turned around to lean against the counter. “…I have so many questions and I don’t know if I want answers.” Danny shrugged again. He picked at the ends of the hoodie he was wearing, unraveling the ragged edge further. “You probably don’t. So, um, I was in the right to leave the other night, right?” “Yeah. It was my brother checking up on me. I don’t think I’m ready to explain all of this,” Jason said, giving a little wave of his hand to indicated everything as he leaned against the counter next to Danny. Danny glanced at him, his eyes flickering over the chest scars and back up. “They do know you died, right?” “Sorta hard to miss,” Jason said, crossing his arms. “But they think the Pits brought me back. We all did. Not that…” “It’s different, knowing you’re still dead,” Danny filled in where Jason trailed off. “Yeah. I’ll tell them later, maybe, but I want things to settle more. Shit, wait, am I going to get powers like you have? Then I’ll have to, I guess. It would hard to hide magical ice.” “Oh, you probably wont get ice. There are lots of difference cores. There’s all the elemental ones, fire and electricity and things, but also like, technology and shadow and a the Ancients can have really unique ones like time and hope. We won’t know what yours is until we get rid of the corrupted goop and you have enough ectoplasm.” “Huh,” Jason said with a frown. “So more ectoshots?” “More ectoshots. But we’ll give you a few weeks in between so you can recover. I’ve got to get myself moved to Gotham anyways, and I don’t really think you should take any of it if I’m not around, just in case your powers do develop.” “Yeah, alright,” Jason said, brain already working on how to hide all of this from the Bats. He was just starting to get things back to better with them. He didn’t want to throw ‘hey, turns out I’m still a little dead’ into the mix. He didn’t want to see the looks on their faces at that news. He didn’t want to break anyone’s heart again. He didn’t want to lose them again. Jason cleared his throat. “Well, guess I better give you my number then. Not that I don’t know when you’re around, but would be shit of you to have to come all this way just to check on me. How do you keep getting back and forth, anyways?” “Oh, sometimes I use a portal but mostly I just fly.” “You what?”

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AN: So this chapter was originally a single scene, but it decided it really needed more time. Then Dick decided to show up. I’ve gone back and forth about showing a POV other than Jason or Danny, but Jason is such an unreliable narrator about himself and Danny doesn’t know how Jason used to be, and I wanted to be able to show that. So Dick will show up a few times! He’s mostly here to have feelings.

And yes, Danny was totally bluescrened by shirtless Jason there at the end! I debated the POV for that, but thought it was funner that Jason has no clue why Danny is blushing like a tomato.

This is rough in places, I know, but my focus has been shot by pain. Besides, cleaning it up is what rewrites are for! Speaking of, rewrite of chapter 3 will be up on ao3 Thursday! Thank you all always for your wonderful response to this and stay delightful, darlings!

#dp x dc #danny fenton #jason todd #dick grayson #dead on main #danny fenton/jason todd #like betta fish do

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rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me · 2 years

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Could you maybe do head cannons of the gang taking care of you when you’re sick? <3

A/N: We love seeing soft greaser boys taking care of their sick and needy partners <3 thanks for requesting Nonny!

DARRY CURTIS

Darry’s a good doctor in the sense that he’s aware of what needs to be done and he knows how to do it

But his disposition is entirely different when he’s caring for you rather than his two brothers

With Pony and Soda, if they complain in anyway, Darry snaps back and will force them to take medicine and to do whatever needs to be done

With you, however, Dare tends to be as soft as he can possibly be

Quiet murmurs and gentle kisses pressed to your forehead as he softly asks you to take your medicine and drink your warm soup

Pony and Soda are honestly a little jealous of how gentle Darry is with you, but they know why the relationship is different and they’re alright with that

SODAPOP CURTIS

Sodapop isn’t exactly the smartest when it comes to getting you healthy again but he makes up for it in effort

My baby boy will carry you around and bring you anything you could possibly want while you’re sick

He might try to get out of work early to come see you, he just wants to make sure you’re feelin alright

All the cuddles! So many cuddles from Soda when you’re sick and soft kisses to your temples

He’s not afraid of getting sick so don’t even try telling him that you don’t want to kiss him

My man wants kisses and you might as well give him kisses lest you have a pouty Sodapop

PONYBOY CURTIS

Ponyboy standing on your front porch, holding your missing homework from school and a few small flowers he grabbed on the way to your house

He’s a real sweetheart when it comes to you being sick

Definitely offered to do your homework for you so you didn’t have to worry about it, Pony’s confident that he can do the work for both of you

Darry questions why homework is suddenly taking him longer, but Pony just shrugs him off and does the work <3

He’s gonna hang around you, no matter how you’re feeling, and sit with you in your room

Pony’ll read to you too! Think Princess Bride style, he’ll sit by your bed and read and talk with you until he’s gotta go home

DALLAS WINSTON

Being honest, Dal sucks at taking care of you and doesn’t want to get sick so he’s nowhere near as physical with you when your sick

But it really depends on how sick you are on how Dally reacts!

Like if you’re just runny nose sick, Dally’s a little better at taking care of you

He’ll hold onto you and kiss your temples, softly ask every so often if you need anything

But that’s when he’s in a soft and caring mood-

If you’re really sick, like coughing, fever, stay-home-from-school sick; expect a phone call with get well wishes but Dally won’t show up to your house like Ponyboy would

JOHNNY CADE

Johnny will do his best? But honestly? This boy doesn’t know what to do unless you’ve got a runny nose, cough, or headache

Just imagine Johnny shyly offering you a box of tissues when you won’t stop sneezing

Like, isn't that just the cutest thing??

Trust me, he just really wants you to feel better and will do anything you ask!

Like if you want the schoolwork, he’s bringing it to your house and might even stick around for a while to do some of it with you

In general? Johnny’s a sweetheart here, doesn’t always know what to do, but willing to try!

TWO-BIT MATHEWS

Two-Bit honestly doesn’t care whether you’re sick or not, he’s going to hang all over you and kiss you

His scatter-brained tendencies totally mean that he just straight up doesn’t realize your sick until someone says something

Like you could be coughing up a lung and Two-Bit would think maybe you just choked on air or something and gently pat your back

But he really means well, he’s super doting once he realizes you’re actually sick

Takes it upon himself to cheer you up and make you laugh with soft jokes and smiles, the occasional tickling if you’re up to it

If he ends up cuddling with you to “make you feel better”? He’s gonna end up asleep and you’ll fall asleep with him

STEVE RANDLE

Once again, Steve’s got no idea what he’s supposed to be doing to make you feel better but that’s the way we like it, right guys?

Cause this means he’s gonna show up to your house, arms laden with the most random things you can think of in an attempt to make you feel better

Steve strongly believes that cuddling is an assured way to get you back in good health so just picture him wrapping around you from behind and placing a small kiss to your shoulder

He’s willing to do whatever will make you feel better faster so tell him whatever you need, whatever you want and he’s running to get it!

The boys, mainly Sodapop, will tease him for doting on you so much, but Steve doesn’t care

The sweet smiles and little kisses you give him as he delivers whatever it was you wanted makes up for all of the teasing and more <3

TIM SHEPARD

Okay, okay, just hear me out on this alright? Just trust me

Tim would take one look at you being sick, frown and refuse to sit anywhere near you because you have germs

Literally! I’m serious guys, you can’t tell me I’m wrong (Well, you can, but that would be a little rude

So like, Tim’s got his arm around you and you cough? My boy slowly pulls him arm off and steps to the side, crossing his arms over his chest and side-eyeing you

But, but, but, that’s the public part of how he feels about you bein’ sick, behind the scenes, however…

It’s pretty much the same (: although, if you’re the kind of sick where it’s hard to sleep and Tim finds you asleep somewhere in the house, he will bend over to press a soft kiss to your forehead with the cutest smile you’ll ever see

CURLY SHEPARD

Do not expect Curly to tease you any less when you’re sick than when you’re healthy, it’s just not going to happen guys; I mean, unless you’re like hospitalized sick or bed-ridden, Curly isn’t going to change anything really from how he acts

But at the same time? He gets super protective over you while you’re sick

So like, let’s set the scene here for you guys:

Curly’s got his arm around you with a smile, your head’s on his shoulders as you sleepily try to argue the fond banter he’s throwing your way and someone steps up on your side-

Curly is immediately shifting you to the other side, putting himself between you and the other person to make sure that sick little you can’t be possibly injured by anything

He’s a gentleman, alright? Our little southern boy!

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feralwaff1e · 1 year

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TMA PMATGA AU CROSS OVER FICLET IM GIVING NO CONTEXT FOR.

You read the title have this ficlet that only I’ll enjoy Lmfaooo. No grammar checks or nothing.

Betrayus only kept his eye on the paper in front of him. He hated this, all of this, to be some kind of ‘archivist’. It was all bullshit and Elias knew it, the bastard sitting in his office above him.

Betrayus just pinched his nose and breathed out. There was no use in being angry right now, he had a job to do. One last statement to be taken today and he could finally go back to his dingy apartment. So the quicker he could get this over with the better. So with little hesitancy he pressed the button on the comm.

“Buttler? Can you send in the last person of the day.”

There wasn’t a reply, but soon enough someone stepped through the office door. Betrayus couldn’t help but stare at the man. He had to practically suck under the door as not to hit the frame. So Betrayus eyed him curiosity as he sat down. The hood on his track suit covering his face.

“So you’re the head archivist then?” His voice sounded somewhat familiar and grated, but Betrayus shrugged it off.

“Yes.” The more Betrayus looked over the man in front of him, the more he felt uncomfortable. Something was wrong with him. Betrayus didn’t know what and he wasn’t sure if he wanted to figure it out, “What brings you in today Mr..?”

“S.” Was the curt response and even though the jacket covered his face, Betrayus could as if he was smirking under it, “And I’ve come to give my statement. Why else would I be here?”

Betrayus only shrugged in agreement. Why did anyone come to the institute? Still though, Betrayus could appreciate the bluntness. So he took out the tape recorder from his desk.

“Alright, well then Mr.S” Betrayus pressed the play button, “Statement of Mr. S taking directly from subject as of February 24th of 2023 regarding…”

“The death of my brother and the consequences of it.” Mr S finished

Betrayus nodded his head, “Statement begins.”

“As a child I had a little brother. Loved him with all my heart you know? What sibling doesn’t love one another? Sure he was a little out of the ordinary, white skin instead of our dads olive green skin or our mom’s tan skin. Though… Let’s call him Bertram, Bertram made it work. He was proud of his skin, I made sure of that.

Though most of it changed when our mom and dad got divorced. Nasty things for children to go through don’t you think?”

“Yes, my parents were divorced when I was a child.”

“You don’t say? Anyhow, our lives made it a living hell you know? Mom working late shifts to support us. What I hated though more than anything was how she treated my brother. Bertram looked a lot like our dad you see? Mom wasn’t too keen on him after the divorce because of that. Never mind my green skin, apparently that didn’t matter. Just mattered that Bertram looked like a white version of our dad.

Not going to lie, I resented her for that. I started to take care of my brother more then her. It was us against the world. I wouldn’t let anything touch him. I couldn't because he just meant so much to me. It’s funny really, you look like what I imagine him to look like at this age.”

“Let’s stay on track with the statement please.”

“Of course, sorry about that.

Anyway, one day he had this nasty fever. I begged our mom to take him to the hospital. That this wasn’t him just faking being sick, he was sick. I don’t know the cause of death, our mom never told me, but when I came home from school Bertram wasn’t there and neither was our mom.

I was worried sick until she came home that night. Even more so when she returned alone. She sat me down on our dingy dining room table and told me Bertram had passed away. I didn’t believe her at first, I yelled and cussed and it had gotten to a point where I had thrown glass at her. It was the last straw for me, I ran out that door and right into the arms of something more accepting.

There was a library by our house, and I was just angry. I didn’t think at that moment I just did, I don’t know why I broke in, I just did. It must have been teenage hormones or something. There wasn’t a rhyme or reason, just anger. So I broke into the library, and walked around. I don’t think I was going to take anything? But then it caught my eye. ‘The Bone Turners Tale’ a thick black book. It was like something had compelled me and I picked up the book and read it.

Funny enough, it was a book on the perspective on a bone smith following the pilgrims in the Canterbury tales. It was on page 16 that the book truly changed my life ‘and from his rib a flute to play that merry tune of marrow took.” It had said as the bone smith killed the millers and I learned so much from that book.”

“….Like what?”

“Like how I made our mom pay for what she did to my brother. How to listen to the sweet song that is flesh and bone, along with how to play my own tune.

I came home that night, mom waiting with tears down her face but I didn’t care. I struck her down and played that song of flesh and bone. She had always wanted to be taller you know? So I dig my hand into her legs and stretched them, and then I made her face as ugly as her personality was.”

“Why are you making this statement?”

“You didn’t let me finish archivist. After that I roamed a little, did some side jobs like disposing of the bodies the pacmafia accumulated until I caught the eye of your boss-“

Betrayus turned the recorder off, ignoring the fact his hand had fought him on it, “That’s it, the statement is over, I want you out.”

What Betrayus hadn’t expected was ‘Mr.S’ to stand up to full size and make his way over the table, “No, I don’t think so Betrayus.” He grabbed Betrayus by his arms and easily pinned his to the wall, “Elias had promised me something Betrayus and I am going to take it.”

“And what would that be?” Betrayus snarled at the man holding him, only to falter when ‘Mr.S’ took off his hoodie.

“My brother,” This Stratos look a like said, a sick yet warm smile on his face, “Oh, Tray-tray I’ve missed you so much.”

Betrayus was shaking now, “I’m not your brother,” he said barely above a whisper, “Elias can’t bring people back from the dead Stratos.”

“No,” Stratos agreed, more chirpy than Betrayus would have liked, “But he can certainly find me a copy of him.”

Betrayus held his breath as this Stratos pulled him into a bone crushing hug. Now being able to feel under the track suit how wrong this Stratos felt. How everything was pulled together and bunched like a child’s art project.

“And I’m going to let this copy of my brother go.”

#pmatga #Betrayus #Stratos spheros #tma #Magnus archives #body horror #crack au #pure fucking crack

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stregoniconiconii · 2 years

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the struggle of wanting stobin to live their life together in a qpr, but then my conflicting views of Steve as someone who will get crazy baby fever and adopt some kids because being a dad is his dream, and robin being childfree by choice rears it head, and i'm unable to wrap my head around it😔 i want all 3, but how??😭

ooffff noooo I completely get this I can't give u a solution bc idk either. altho robin's choice to be child free trumps Steve's baby fever in my mind. and I have Thoughts about the adoption industry but that's not the point. butttt I think Steve gets to connect and be a part of children's lives through his job, no matter what it ends up being. like ive spoken about this before but if Steve ends up working at a school, he would fiercely defend his kids (no matter what position he's in. teacher, basketball coach, hell even the janitor, he'd be kind to children) and I like the idea of firefighter/emt Steve too and I think he'd be part of a bunch of outreach programs to help kids. even like. hairdresser Steve would be extra nice to children and he'd help them where he could (I keep thinking about him untangling the matted hair of a neglected kid or giving a gender affirming haircut to a trans teen and just <3) or if he ends up working in a hospital (nurse Steve...) I can see him gravitating towards obstetrics/pediatric care and helping sick kids and holding little babies. idk I just think there's a lot of ways to look after children without those children necessarily being your own you know? but I do also want him to be a dadmom so the dilemma is real

robin not wanting children is so real altho I Could see her changing her mind. mostly bc I think for a lot of queer women the things that make up a traditional heterosexual marriage become like conflated with being in a relationship with a man. like ive known many a lesbian who'd start off being firmly anti marriage, anti having children, etc. but then as they start getting into relationships with women they're like oh wait. I want a wife I want to cook her dinner I want to raise children with another woman. and like realising that the thing they didn't want was a man. which like! valid. could be part of robin's mindset, but could also not. but it could be that since she's choosing a partnership with Steve no matter how unconventional she doesn't want to "give in" to the expectations of building a life and home with a man, with children being those expectations. but yeah like no matter her feelings on the matter I think she's of the mindset that if she doesn't know for sure that she wants it then she won't do it. which Steve understands completely bc he knows being an unwanted child sucks ass

idk maybe they end up being foster parents later in life. most foster kids don't end up getting adopted and a lot only need a placement for a few years while their birth parents sort their shit out. it's tough letting a kid go but that's the purpose of fostering, to give a child a safe home while its needed and when it's no longer needed...you have to let go.

altho slightly evil au. life as we know it but platonic (essentially stobin parents bc their friends who do have children end up tragically dying and they were listed as who should look after the children)

#queer platonic partner stobin

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queenofbrooklyn · 2 years

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Awesome!! And 1992 is the one I care about the most! Could you write where David comes to work sick with a bad cold, sneezes, fever the whole works. Jack and Crutchy notice him being more quiet than usual and try to convince him to rest, but he's stubborn til he starts getting worse and they take him to the lodge and look after him like the good brothers they are. I love the older and younger brother relationship. Thank you for reading this if you see! :)

To Catch a Cold

David couldn’t ignore it anymore, he was sick. It had been coming almost a week now. It started with a headache, one he barely noticed that grew into a pounding which throbbed everytime he turned his head. And then he caught himself clearing his throat more than usual, which developed into a cough he tried to hide from his parents. He didn’t want to worry them, and he knew they couldn’t afford the medicine they would surely want to buy him.

He tried to push the thought from his head as he rounded the corner into the distribution center. He was a little later than usual, but Jack and Crutchy waved him up to where they stood in line. He said good morning and listened as they bantered about something they had seen on the walk from the lodge house.

“You still asleep Dave? You haven’t opened your mouth once,” Jack said, clapping David roughly on the shoulder.

“Yeah, sorry, I didn't get much sleep last night.”

“Well no sleeping on the job huh? Otherwise I’ll steal all your customers,” Crutchy said, elbowing him lightly in the side.

David laughed, but it turned into a strangled cough in his throat, one that had him nearly doubled over in a few seconds. When he righted himself he saw the smile slip from Crutchy’s face.

“You okay, Dave?”

Oh that look. That was the look he had been wanting to avoid.

“I’m fine, it’s just a cough, it’s because it’s getting cold out, that’s all.”

Crutchy looked at Jack skeptically, and even Jack couldn’t keep his eyebrows from creeping together with worry.

David pursed his lips and stepped past them, “C’mon let’s just get our papers.”

After a beat, the other boys followed him and as they stepped out of the gates of the distribution center, it felt like maybe things would be back to normal.

It’s not that David didn’t want his friends to care about him, it was sweet that people were concerned, he just didn’t need to be taken care of was all. The vision of Jack berating him for having someone to ‘tuck him in at night’ when Jack scabbed flashed behind his eyes. He shook his head as he walked next to them. He had forgiven Jack for scabbing ages ago, but sometimes what Jack said in anger still haunted him.

The day passed quickly, Jack, Crutchy, and David walked the city together, spread out to sell, and then always found each other again, with tales of the latest person they sold to, or what the food vendors were offering that day. David was losing steam by the time the evening edition came out. They usually sold it together too, but David’s legs ached and his head pounded.

“Sorry fellas I promised my dad I’d help him repair something at home tonight so I have to run,” he said, stifling another cough. He’d done a pretty good job of it after the first slip up but it was getting harder and harder to keep his cough at a minimal level.

“Alright, well, see you in the morning Dave!” Crutchy said, good-naturedly, hugging him to him with his free arm. David had heard about something called ‘germ theory’ last year in school and it scared him enough to hold his breath when Crutchy pulled him close.

Jack only looked at him, calling goodbye as David turned around. He knew he was lying. It was Jack, of course he knew.

The second David rounded the corner he let out the wracking cough that had been building all day. It shook his frame and had him sucking in a breath when he righted himself. His vision was even a little cross. He cleared his throat and steadied himself, continuing down the street towards home. He didn’t think to look over his shoulder, but if he had, he would have seen Jack peeking around the corner, concern written plainly on his face.

The next morning, David was happy that he woke before his parents to sell the morning edition. He woke up clammy and hot, bed sheets twisted around his legs, shirt halfway ridden up his torso. When he pulled himself to sitting he stifled a sneeze and looked around the dark apartment. It was still and quiet, sunrise barely peeking through the open window. Sarah’s bed across from his was empty, she was likely already on the roof at her garden. He snuck out of bed quietly, dressing quickly. He didn’t need a mirror to know he looked bad, he could feel how red his face was, and the bags under his eyes. He stuck his head out the window to cool down but the sweat on his forehead just felt clammy.

By the time he got to the distribution center, he was sweating through his shirt and sucking air to keep from coughing. Today, Jack and Crutchy stood outside the gates, waiting for him. They both looked serious but David didn’t care anymore if they knew he was sick, he felt awful and he just wanted to get through the day.

“David, look at you,” Jack said when he got closer. Jack’s face was twisted like he was mad at him, but David could distinguish something more behind his eyes. He actually looked a little afraid. That was enough to give David pause.

“What?”

“What do you mean, ‘what?’,” Crutchy said, looking him over, “You look like death walking, Dave. You gotta go home and sleep!”

“C’mon guys,” David started, leaning against the wall of the distribution center, “it’s not that bad, I can handle a cold.”

“You can barely handle yourself upright,” Jack said.

“We need the money.”

“I know. We all do, but you ain’t gonna sell nothing if you faint in the street,” Jack said with a shrug.

“That’s probably not going to happen, you won’t faint,” Crutchy reassured, waving Jack away.

“Crutch, look at him!”

“Well don’t scare the guy!”

“I’m just tryna be realis-”

“Guys, guys c’mon!” David interrupted, the outburst causing another wave of coughing to overtake him. They were silent as he recovered.

“Let me get through the morning edition, okay? It sells the best anyway. Now if we don’t hurry up, we’ll miss it altogether,” he said, pushing off the wall and ignoring their protests.

By midday, David’s legs dragged, his eyelids seemed to stay closed longer with each blink and his throat hurt from yelling the headline. Well, it wasn’t so much yelling as it was half-hearted calling by now. He trailed behind Jack and Crutchy, and he thought for the first time in his life, what it might actually be like to faint. He wasn’t sure, he hadn’t ever done it before. He was definitely feeling unsteady, but he could still feel the bricks under the toe of his boot. He stared hard at the far end of the street. His vision wasn’t going dark, was it?

“Earth to David?” Crutchy called from in front of him. David pulled his eyes back to the boys in front of him.

“Yeah, I’m not feeling that great.”

“Pft, you think, Davey?” Jack asked, coming over and taking his remaining papers from him. “Crutchy, hold on to these will you?” Crutchy nodded, and took them under his good arm, his own papers already gone.

Jack slung an arm around David’s middle before David noticed he was going to.

“Woah,” David muttered, stumbling into Jack.

“Yeah, think we’ll get there faster this way.”

David didn’t exactly want to admit it but he let Jack do most of the work to walk him back home, except when David looked up, it was the lodge house in front of him, rather than his own tenement building.

“I don’t live here.”

“Looks like we don’t have to worry Crutchy, Davey’s still got his wits about him,” Jack said sarcastically, causing Crutchy to snicker behind him. David tried to whip his head around to glare at him but it just hurt his neck.

“This was closer than your apartment, take a nap here and we’ll walk you back tonight,” Crutchy said, moving in front of them to pull the door open.

David didn’t really want to argue when a bed was so close. Not his, but a bed nonetheless.

He didn’t argue as Jack pulled him inside and up the steps to the bunkroom. Jack led him towards Crutchy’s bed, presumably because out of the two of them, he wouldn’t have to climb to get up to Crutchy’s like he would Jack’s. He fell unceremoniously into bed, his head throbbing as it hit the pillow. His eyes closed instantly at the relief of not standing up anymore, even as another round of coughing tore through him.

When he was next aware of his surroundings-was it the next moment or quite a while later? He wasn’t sure- he felt someone tugging his boots off and heard the lone tones of Jack’s voice arguing with someone at the door. Something about not getting his parents, no, they didn’t need to use any of the lodge house’s medicine.

When he woke again someone had their hand on his face, a damp rag being pulled across his brow.

“Go back to sleep, Dave, you gotta couple more hours of rest to get,” Crutchy said next to him. He mumbled a reply and rolled over.

The clink of coins on wood, the rustle of bed sheets being pulled over him, a glass being sat down with a heavy hand, someone being berated for being too loud. The sounds came and went but David slept a dreamless sleep, free of worry, knowing his friends would get him home before his parents were concerned.

He woke up as the sun was setting, orange tendrils of light pulled in through the glass windows from outside. It was early enough that not many of the other boys were back yet, but Crutchy sat next to the bed, counting coins, and Jack leaned by the window, looking off to the horizon.

“I think I should have listened to you guys.”

Jack looked over at the sound of his voice, a smile tugging at his lips, “Damn, you might be sicker than we thought, you hear that Crutch? He should have listened to us?”

David mustered the strength to pull the pillow out from under his head and careen it towards Jack. It missed but Jack made a show of pretending to dodge out of its way.

“Here, I sold the rest of your papes for you, this is yours,” Crutchy said, taking David’s hand into his own and closing his fingers around the stack of coins he had been counting. David pulled himself up onto his elbow.

“No, Crutchy, you did the work, keep it,” he insisted, trying to shove his hand back into Crutchy.

“Nah, it’s yours Dave.”

Crutchy gently pushed David’s hand away from him. David wouldn’t refuse a gift, but he wouldn’t forget it either. He raised his eyebrows at Crutchy but the other boy just smiled.

“C’mon let’s get you home,” Jack said, walking over and pulling David to his feet.

David was quiet as the three of them walked out of the lodgehouse and into the chilly pre-Autumn air.

“I think I have a fever,” David muttered as silence settled over them.

“You doing okay? Do you need to sit down?” Jack said, stopping and putting a hand on David’s shoulder.

“No, no, I just mean I’m feeling awful grateful to you fellas and I must be feverish,” he said with a chuckle, leaning into Jack’s touch for a moment before pushing him away.

Crutchy swung his arm over both of David’s shoulders, “Well isn’t that just so sweet you could die?”

“Get away from me or you’ll catch what I have,” David said, ducking out from under his arm. “Sorry for being such a pain earlier, all joking aside I should have listened to you.”

“Yeah well, we like having you around, gotta be well enough to come to work everyday at least,” Jack said in a moment of sincerity that David tried not to smile at.

The three talked and laughed as they walked back to David’s. And yes, David was tired, his throat hurt, but he didn’t feel half as bad as earlier.

#newsies #newsies 1992 #tncr #David Jacobs #Crutchy #Crutchy Morris #Jack Kelly #sick fic #Thank you so so so much for the request anon #This was fun and would be open to others!#I'll also crosspost this on Ao3

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i-am-a--lionheart · 9 months

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It's normal

Trigger: ED, IBD, Endometriosis, period, verbal abuse

I am 9 when my mother puts me on a diet.

The pre-teen fat scares her, I am 128 cm and weighing in at 29 kg. She feeds me nothing but meal-replacement shakes that are meant for teenagers.

She is a pharmacist.

I am 10 when I get my period.

My grandma is scared, but my mother says it's normal. I bleed a ton, I get nauseous. She says I don't need to go to see the gyn yet, my father agrees.

He is a doctor.

I am 13 when I pass out for the first time.

My confirmation dress is a little tight, my mother makes me fast of water and juice. I collapse on my way to dance school, on the road.

I call nobody.

I am 15 when the pain gets unbearable.

I cry a lot, I want to take pain medication. My mother denies me, thinking I will get addicted.

I steal them from her.

I am 17 when I develope an ED.

In school they bully me. I am 160 cm, weighing 55 kg. It's my weight, says my mother. I ask for carb-reduction pills, she says it's cheating.

I buy laxatives instead.

I am 18 when I begin to pass out and puke from the pain.

My periods are short, I bleed a ton, my stomach is upset all the time. We consult gyns all over our region. They say I am 'sensitive'.

They are all female.

I am 19 when I start to develop cysts.

I finally find a doctor that takes me seriously. His daughter suffers too. He sends me to the clinic. They find cysts and adhesions inside my belly.

I feel relieved.

I am 22 when I can't find help.

I am in Ireland on a mandatory exchange from my university. Health care for foreign students suck. They don't allow me to skip classes.

I write my exams, high on pills.

I am 24 when I begin to bleed from my guts.

Its in the mids of the pandemic, my mother is celebrating her birthday with her family, I am around. I cry, I am afraid, she says its nothing.

I begin to fever, she takes me to the hospital.

I am 24 when I call an ambulance.

I can't get up anymore because of the pain, I puke. In the hospital they shove me around, gynecologists, gastroenterologist, no one finds a thing until a pediatrician comes around for my roommate.

I have developed kidney-stones.

I am 25 when they put me on immunsuppressors.

I cry a lot, I talk to my mother, she is worried. My stepdad calls and is angry, tells me I shouldn't call for 'negative things' since my grandma is sick too.

She is 83 and has been an alcoholic for most of her life.

I am 25 when they find tumors in my uterus and guts.

They can't be removed they said, because it will destroy my fertilty. I don't plan on getting children with my fiancee. They say not to worry, the tumors are not cancer yet.

As if that would make things better.

I am 26 when I can't find psychotherapy.

I am not sick enough, they say, or too sick. I function too well, have been constantly working since I was 13. I try selfcare, but it barely works. But I am not alone.

My found family helps me heal.

I am 27 when I get my first full time job.

I haven't had a flare-up in 2 years, but I tell about my IBD, my Endo during the interview. My employer says my disabilities don't take from my abilities.

I think he is right.

#endowarrior #ibdawareness #ibd problems #spoonie #story of my life #journey to diagnosis #healingjourney #self reflection

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rhtakeuchi · 1 year

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The Respectably Sized Other C

It finally happened.

Since I have RA and a bunch of other autoimmune issues, I have been ridiculously careful about Covid-19 protocols. I haven’t traveled anywhere other than local and mostly outdoor places. Like most Japanese folks, I mask a good majority of the time, even outdoors — unless I don’t see anyone else on our farm road. That’s when I get to treat myself to true public masklessness, though is it really public when no public is around?

Back during the worst of it, my department was super supportive of me and even let me stay online last year longer than anyone else. I had a lot of support when I returned to face to face as well. This year was also going quite well.

I never really imagined school would be the safe place and home would be where I’d be infected, but here we are.

I have Covid-19.

My husband hasn’t tried to shirk his responsibility concerning this. We knew he had a cold. Due to my nagging, he did an antigen test on Wednesday and was negative. After that, he didn’t want to waste the few somewhat expensive tests we had on a mild cold with a cough. I was still a little irked at his carelessness because a cold still really sucks for folks with autoimmune issues, but as a supportive spouse, I wasn’t going to stop him from doing his shows, and it was only a cold.

I was still paranoid. I had a presentation on Saturday, and the last thing I wanted was a cold or anything else. I neither wanted to cancel on the extremely kind organizers, nor did I want to go and spread something. I was having an RA flare with what I will now consider a mild fever, but I wasn’t feeling sick. Fatigue, joint pain, and slight fever are part of my flares, and I had been flaring the whole month. I was starting to have itchy eyes and a runny nose, but my fall allergies had been acting up on and off. None of this seemed so serious.

I took an antigen test to be sure. If it turned out positive, I would absolutely have notified the organizers. However, it was negative. I figured I was safe. I was overreacting again. A flare and allergies or a mild cold were nothing to panic over. Silly me.

The presentation was fun, or at least mine didn’t feel so painful, and the other person’s presentation was downright enjoyable and enlightening. For once, I felt like I was interacting with professionals on the same page as me, and who value the same sort of things I do. For my first professional function since 2019, it was awesome.

Since Hirocky was in Hiroshima for the night, I needed to get back home to take care of Xen and McCoy, so I couldn’t go out to the end of year dinner with the rest of the attendees — which I was already somewhat relieved about since I was nervous about being in public in spite of my negative test. That ended up being a very good thing.

On my way home, I felt sick, and definitely not in an RA flare, allergy, or cold way. It was a very bad kind of sick. My whole face felt swollen from the inside, like my sinuses had been firebombed and the raging fire was spreading pain through my head and even my teeth. It got so bad, I stopped into a convenience store and bought ice cream and a drink with tons of ice, paid contactlessly and never really came within a meter of anyone at the shop. I knew I needed to be super careful. I knew something was terribly wrong. This was like the sinus infection from hell, and it came on so suddenly, I was scared I wouldn’t make it home.

But using the ice cream and the ice from the drink against my face, and praising my forethought in bringing my work stuff to the presentation — specifically my pencil case where I have a stash of Ibuprofen — I was able to get home.

Things kept getting worse from there. I was covering myself in ice packs because my fever wouldn’t go down no matter what medicine I threw at it. I was shivering and not very coherent. Hirocky promised he would get an early train back and try to find a hospital for me. At this point, we knew this was his “mild cold” that certainly wasn’t mild for someone with my health conditions.

The point of this post isn’t to rag on my lifelong questing companion. However, if this post makes any of its readers think more carefully about how a seemingly minor health issue for one person could end up as a major catastrophe for someone else, then that would certainly be great. My husband had no idea how bad this would be. He just had a minor cold. He didn’t think he’d be needing to rush me to the ER hospital on Sunday. Hydration helped, but even their IV dose of acetaminophen didn’t put a dent in my fever. My CRP was super high, indicating a raging infection. The nurse who administered my IV mentioned it was possible I had Covid, not that he could verify that or anything. He just knew the possibility and had a great deal of experience with such patients. That’s when it started to occur to me that maybe this really was Covid-19.

The next day, we returned to that same hospital. The hydration the previous day made me feel a little better, but I still was pretty bad. Functionally bad? Their triage counter and Covid/Flu check-in protocols were a chaotic mess, with one nurse trying to check me in twice and all the potentially infected folks still having to walk through crowds to get anywhere.

The actual inspection area was a separate building away from everything, so why they had the triage at the main entrance of the main building is beyond me. Yes, let’s have all the potentially infectious folks clustered at the main entrance where everyone, including elderly and immunocompromised folks, will enter the hospital. Then, let’s make those infectious folks walk from this building to the other building through crowds of people outside. I really don’t get this at all.

But the actual dual Cov/Flu inspection was interesting. I did my own swabbing in a plexiglass blast-box. I kid you not. It was the exact kind of box you’d use for some sort of explosive chemical experiment. While my head did feel like it was going to explode, I was amused by the thought that they were prepared in case that actually happened. Instead of such a glorious explosion, I sneezed a bunch into my mask (only my one swabbed nostril was exposed). What a disappointment.

After returning to our car to await the results, I started to feel pretty horrible again and got a tad less functional. The heat and light from the sun was downright painful, so Hirocky actually had to change the direction we were parked in. We waited and waited. It was a really bad sign when they asked us to move the car from the parking lot to the area by the inspection building. If I was negative, we’d go back into the hospital to do more testing, but if I was positive for either flu or Covid, we’d end up having to go home and quarantine. The fact we no longer needed to park in the parking lot hinted it was the latter. I was thinking maybe this was the flu since I had that negative antigen test.

Nope. When they called us in, the nurse set us up with a FaceTime call with a doctor on a large screen iPad Pro (the kind that is larger than most MacBook screens — I think it’s the same one I have from around 2017-18). The doctor explained I was positive. That’s when I pretty much stopped mentally functioning. I cried in the designated infected-person toilet area before we left, and I cried in the car a bit.

Then I sucked it up and tried to do everything I needed to do. By the time I got home, I was dizzy from typing in the car (and the sunlight), but I had contacted my supervisors, coworkers, and everyone else I thought needed to be told immediately. The university health office didn’t think I had put anyone at risk, and they’ve had a forgiving on demand fall-back option for sick instructors for the last year or so. I shouldn’t be stressed or worried about anything since everyone is so supportive. I just need to focus on not feeling so shitty.

So why do I still feel so shitty emotionally too?

The pictures here are AI generated Covid monster sketches I made with Picsart.

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motherofkrypton · 2 years

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Schools and covid

I am probably not the only parent that is getting annoyed by this but I have come to realize that nothing exists besides Covid-19 anymore. A kid cannot have allergies, a simple nasal issue, or really anything else now...everything is being considered as having covid. I'm finding that to be very frustrating since my child has now been sent home three times! If he had a slight temperature I would be very much more understanding and concerned but each time he has had no fever or any other symptom other than his coughing from not wanting to stop being a kid and blow his nose.

When are things going to get back to normal for children? When are they going to realize again that other things besides covid do exist? Other things can cause someone to have congestion and a cough besides just that! More often than not an issue with congestion will lead to a cough especially if you suck it in instead of blowing your nose. I wasn't too surprised when they called though and said I had no issue in coming to get him and that I just had to wake his sister up and then walk over (I don't have an operational vehicle because it is simply another bill my family cannot currently afford). It took a minute for them to bring him from the clinic and I started laughing because he came running to the doors with a smile that we were there. Any time my boy is actually sick he drags at doing anything and has zero energy...he will literally sleep most of the day away so that alone told me he was fine. Poor kid was actually annoyed that he was being sent home once again over his sinus issue.

Of course the first two times out of being a little concerned I did make him go get tested and he cried being isolated from his little brother and sister until we got the results. Both times he vomited on himself when they tested for strep throat and panicked at having something put in his nose for the covid test. Both times they came back negative and they put that he only had allergy symptoms then gave him a steroid medication to try to break the mucus so he would stop coughing. This time I decided that I am not going to make him go through all of that again and instead we are going to have a mental health break. He has been telling me how much he misses his brother and sister while he is at school and wishes that he could spend more time with me too. Mental health is important and when I told him that this time he is going to take the 5-day vacation and be home with us...he did a little celebratory dance and with excitement in his eyes said "I get to be with you guys all day!?! I like that mom."

I am someone who finds education highly important and teaches my kids the importance of going to school because I want them to succeed at anything that they want to do. Now though I am worried about if there are going to be issues with his sister...they are making me wish I was able to have the resources needed to home school. She has health issues and usually has a high temperature without being sick...her normal body temperature is around 99 degrees! (I test her often...maybe I'm too protective but with her being approved to come off her epilepsy medication I like to make sure that she is okay.) Now back to work for me while little Superman takes his nap and the other two are playing together. Hopefully, things in schools return to normal soon. For now, we are going to take a much-needed little vacation and just enjoy being together for a while.

#schools #covidー19 #not sick #kids #mental health

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hoonhrt · 3 years

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ENHYPEN WHEN THEY’RE SICK

: pairing — sick boyfriend! enhypen x reader

: genre — so soft :( (maybe angsty??)

: warnings — mentions of vomiting and being ill

: a/n — i started school again after my break so i’ve been so caught up trying to focus on it :(

･:*:･ﾟ☆ heeseung

he’d be coughing and sniffling the night before and when you ask him he is feeling sick he’d very dramatically say:

“absolutely not! i have like the strongest immune system ever baby i cant believe you’d question MY immune system”

he woke up the next morning with a full blown fever.

HED BE SO WHINY :((

wants you to lay next to you all day long csuse he claims you are his “human furnace”

croaks from your shared bedroom when you get up to get medicine and some hot soup

only agrees to take the medicine if you feed him

once he does take the medicine, he sits there with his mouth open so you can feed him his food

you just stare at him the whole time like 😐😐 am i taking care of my boyfriend or a child 😐😐

he’s staring at you like 🥺🥺🥺 cause he’s so thankful to have you in his life

he squirms into your arms and hides his face in the crook of your neck, already feeling better as you play with his hair

leaves little kisses on your neck as his way to thank you for taking care of him

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jay

tries to convince you he is okay #1

“no angel! i’m okay it’s nothing okay i’m fine psshhh no worries”

doesn’t work as you woke up from his loud coughs in the middle of the night :(

he is very stubborn and continues you to insist that he is okay and that he can take care of himself (he just doesn’t wanna burden you)

everytime you say you’re gonna go do something for him he tries to protest saying he is fine but than starts coughing up a storm

spends the whole day with a pout on his face cause he doesn’t want you to waste your day taking care of him

sucks to be him tho cause you’ll do anything for mr. jay park!

i remember someone said that when jay is feeling ill, his emotions tend to exaggerate

like he’ll feel pain in his throat but will claim his entire body hurts and he cannot move a muscle... (it’s okay it’s just the sickness getting to him)

all he wants to do is cuddle next to you and sleep

like he’ll ask for massages or even random things like piece of cake from the bakery downstairs and you go do it cause your poor boy is feeling down and you wanna see him happy :((

pays you back by buying you new things and spending all that lost time doing anything you want to do (even if it means watching a movie he despises)

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jake

NAAAUUURRR i’m gonna cry just thinking about sick little jake

his eyes are wide and glossy the whole time and his lips are pursed out into a little pout

baby hates being sick cause then he can’t go out and do fun things with you!

DEMENDS cuddles and kisses.

like i think he’ll cry if you leave his side

even if it’s for his own benefit, he clings to you like a little koala

lowkey a little dramatic, acts like his dying

“baby i think this is my last day... pls tell layla i love her” and you’re like What About Me.

you pour him the liquid medicine on to a spoon and give it to him yourself

gets so giddy and smiles at you like a goof afterwards

you bring the back of your palm to his forehead and go “you’re so hot omg”,,, he proceeds to say “i know i am babe you don’t have to tell me twice 😏” BOOYYY

treats you like a little teddy bear and holds you super super close to his body!!

pays you back by taking care of you the later week when you’re sick

･:*:･ﾟ☆ sunghoon

the only one actually capable of taking care of himself

he just seems very normal when he is sick

like he can definitely be on his own

lowkey doesn’t want you around so you dont get sick

but you are very stubborn and you stay there to take care of him

which he appreciates cause he likes being coddled a little bit hehe

it honestly just feels like a regular, stay at home day with him aside from the fact he is violently coughs every 30 minuets next to you

the only thing he wants from you is that you let him lay on your lap and you play with his hair

which you do ofc and he is just simply so happy from that

falls asleep in your lap cause its so therapeutic

“mmmm feel so nice honey” he slurs very sleepily

nuzzles his face into your stomach, searching for warmth :(((

you press little kisses around his face while he sleeps and he starts to blush but you can’t tell cause you think its just his face burning up from being sick (thank god it would’ve embarrassed him so bad if you found out it was from little kisses)

brings you flowers and gives you endless amount of cuddles as his way to thank you :((

･:*:･ﾟ☆ sunoo

boyfriend or child you can’t tell #2

will WHINE SO LOUD if you try to leave his side

“Y/NNNNN NOOOOO you can’t go~ its so cold~ im gonna freeze to death if you go~” “sunoo i need to get you medici-” “NOOOOOOO”

REFUSES to take his medicine

will turn his head the other way with a pout on his face and stubbornly shake his head

you have to pursued him with food and kisses in order for him to actually take it

takes the medicine but gags while taking it

“wheres my cuddles huh 😐”

so so so clingy :( he is pretty much on your entire lap with his head laid across your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your neck

sunoo wouldn’t be very sleepy but he would be very quiet (which makes you sad cause youre sunny is always so talkative), so he spends this time listening to you and all the things you wanna talk about

you guys watch movies together the whole day

wants you to leave kisses on his cheeks cause it makes him feel better

he pouts at you while you laugh at him when you feed him snacks

buys you all the snacks you could dream of when he is feeling better <33

･:*:･ﾟ☆ jungwon

tries to convince you he is fine #2

but wakes you up in the middle of night cause he threw up :((

he gets teary eyed cause he doesn’t wanna burden you but at the same time it hurts so bad

whimpers so much :((

he wants to be held so much, he is attached to you the entire time

you wipe his face with cold towels to bring down his high body temperature down and push back his bangs with so much care and love

“thank you y/n” he speaks so softly before letting out a huge sniffle

jungwon falls in love with you so much more

like he didnt think he could but some how you have managed to make him fall in love with you again

really likes it when you pet his head and massage his temples

he clings to you so much that he just follows you around like a little puppy

you guys watch romance movies together to distract him from the pain

will never give you a hard time like if you ask him to sit up and drink his water or take his medicine he’ll do it right away no questions asked

mainly cause he wants to get better quickly so he can spend more time with you doing more interesting things

thanks you by taking on a cute little picnic date the week after :(

･:*:･ﾟ☆ ni-ki

sleep. all he will do is sleep.

he doesnt care about anything else except for that fact that he wants to sleep

sprawls his entire body on top of yours

he literally traps your body so you cant get out

you have to physically push him off of you which isnt a problem cause he is in such a deep sleep

and when he wakes up and you ARENT by his side, he gets very whiny

“Y/NNNN why’d you leave me ☹️”

very grumpy

you laugh at this which makes him even more grumpy

how cute

ni-ki is honestly very frustrated that 1) he can’t go to practice and dance with his cheery personality and 2) he can’t kiss you!!!! (this is what is the most important to him)

so he just whines all day

whines when you tell him you have to take medicine

whines when you try to get him to sit up and eat

whines when you aren’t cuddling him

so pls cuddle the poor boy <//3

LOVES BACK RUBS

your cool hand against his warm back makes him sigh out loud

pays you back be giving you endless hugs, kisses and letting you win in games <//3

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mountswhore · 3 years

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hi bestie, could you do one on your fluff prompts list the one "am i dreaming?" w/ mason please? maybe the reader surprise him on his training before the game against aston villa? super in love with your imagines <3

𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 — mason mount

summary: after being apart for so long, it was only right you surprise your boyfriend before his match.

notes: requests are open, ask away!

“Am I dreaming?”

"If only you were here," Mason sighed into his phone, you on the other end with a smile on your face, "it sucks that you're all the way up north." You were up north visiting your family for a wedding, and Mason couldn't attend as he had work. It sucked, but your family knew how busy he was.

"Won't be long now, only a few days until I'm home," you reminded him, sitting on your suitcase as your sister quietly zipped it up, "I think I'm still recovering from the hen night, you know how long my hangovers last." Mason chuckled, his heart clenching at the thought of you so sick and without him.

"God, I miss you." He admitted with a whisper, rolling over in bed and sighing. 11.49pm. He should be asleep, his intense training sessions were almost over, as the game was now two days away. Little did he know that it wouldn't be a few days until you see him, it'd be a few hours.

"I miss you too, you should probably get some sleep. Don't want to be off your game, do you, captain?" You joked, the word captain causing his cheeks to tinge pink. He'd told you that he would be getting the title of captain for this match, and you were over the moon for him.

"Yeah," he hummed, "see you Saturday. I love you."

"I love you too." You ended the call, rolling your eyes at your sister, who was pretending to shove her finger down her throat.

"He really has no idea," your sister laughed, lifting your suitcase and placing it by the door, "it's cute. You're both dummies, you were made for each other."

"Shut it," you laughed, embracing her tightly. It was Sunday night, her wedding on Wednesday. And when coming to her with this idea, she laughed and agreed. It was a lot of driving and petrol money for you, to only see Mason for one whole day, but it was worth it. Ben was constantly texting you about how unfunctional Mason was without you, joking that you were his battery.

"See you Tuesday night." You called out to your family, waving them off as you began your drive. You detested night driving, it gave you nothing but a headache and a short fuse. But it was worth it, you couldn't wait to see the look on his face when you arrive at Cobham tomorrow.

It was now just after 4am, and you'd arrived in Surrey. Luckily, you weren't the least bit tired, as you'd slept into the afternoon yesterday. Sneaking into your shared house would wake Mason up, he was a light sleeper, so Ben agreed to let you have his guest room. He'd told you where the spare key was, and you let yourself in. Attempting to get a few hours sleep before training started, you tucked yourself in.

"Morning, soppy," Ben mumbled, watching you stretch in his kitchen, "how was your drive?" You smiled and quickly hugged your long-time friend. You'd met Mason through Ben, after knowing Ben since school days.

"Terrible, you know I hate driving at night. Now I'm just nervous." You confessed, grabbing your freshly made cup of coffee. "I'm going to shower and get ready, see you later."

Two hours later and you were in your car, driving to the familiar Cobham training grounds. You had began to feel sick, nerves racking your body, seeing his car in the car park. You'd walked into the building, greeting a few familiar faces before finding the team on the pitch. You could see Mason laughing with Kai and Timo, your cheeks burning at the sight of him once again. You hadn't been apart long, but you sure did miss him.

You'd decided to sit on one of the chairs, making conversation with Tuchel until Mason spotted you. He couldn't believe his eyes, he thought he was in some kind of fever dream. You were here, in Surrey, no longer up in Manchester with your family. He'd stopped his conversation with his teammates, approaching you to make sure he wasn't seeing things.

"Am I dreaming?" He called out, getting your attention. All you could do was smile at him, standing up as he picked up his pace, finally holding you in his arms. It took everything in him not to bawl into your shoulder, he was so overcome with emotion.

"These have been the worst few days of my life," he whispered into your shoulder, squeezing you tightly, "how have you managed to pull this off?" You giggled, finally pulling away from him and putting your hands on his cheeks.

"I drove through the night," you mentioned casually, taking in his features and smiling at him, "we have until Tuesday afternoon together."

"I can't believe it." He breathed.

"Well, believe it. I'm going to get lunch, I'll see you at home."

#mase #money mase #mason mount request #mason mount x reader #mason mount smut #mason mount imagine #mason mount blurb #mason mount

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timelesslords · 3 years

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I’ve Got This Fever

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In which Annabeth catches the flu, and domestic fluff ensues

Annabeth woke up in pain.

This wasn’t exactly an unusual occurrence. Being a demigod, Annabeth was no stranger to pain. She’d had broken bones, burns, cuts, stab wounds…. you name an injury, Annabeth Chase had probably experienced it.

But this was a different kind of hurt, a hurt Annabeth hadn’t felt in a long time. Her head was pounding. Her mouth was drier than the Sahara desert. Her muscles ached, and even the soft sheets and pajamas she was wearing felt like knives on her skin. Despite being under a mountain of covers, she was shivering, bitterly cold.

There was no doubt about it. Annabeth was sick.

Annabeth never got sick.

She groaned, sitting up. That turned out to be a bad idea as a wave of nausea rolled over her, and she lowered herself back onto her pillows, falling the last half of the distance. She felt Percy shift beside her, woken from her movement.

“Hey,” he said, the smile fading quickly from his face as he saw her own expression, which was probably nothing short of miserable. “What’s wrong?”

“I feel like crap.”

She surprised even herself with how horrible her voice sounded, raspy and dry. Percy frowned, reaching out and touching her forehead. He normally ran hot, but now his fingers felt cool against her skin, almost painfully so.

“You’re burning up.” he said, frown deepening.

“I’m freezing.” Annabeth croaked. As if to prove her point, she shivered involuntarily.

“That’s the fever talking.” Percy said grimly, “Hold on.”

He climbed out of bed. His warmth left with him, and Annabeth was left just that much colder, trembling under the covers. Percy couldn’t have been gone more than two minutes, but it felt like an eternity.

When he returned he was holding a thermometer and a glass of water.

“Temperature first. The water might mess with the reading.” He said, apologetic. She wanted to hate him for that because she was so thirsty she thought she might die, but she knew he was right.

Annabeth sat up slowly. Thankfully this time she just felt a little dizzy and not nauseous. The thermometer was cold and uncomfortable under her tongue, but Percy kept a steadying hand on her back, rubbing small circles into her shoulder with his thumb. With her oversensitive skin it almost hurt, but she leaned into the contact anyways.

When the thermometer beeped, Percy traded it for the glass of water. Annabeth nearly downed the entire glass in one gulp.

“A hundred and one.” he announced, flipping the display so she could see. The number was lit up in red, signaling that she did, in fact, have a fever.

“I can’t be sick. I have class.” Annabeth said. Her voice was a little improved by the water, but she still sounded kind of terrible.

“Just email your professors and tell them you can’t make it.” Percy said, as if this were the easiest thing in the world.

For him it probably was. He did his best with school, but he also wasn’t opposed to ditching class every once in a while and blaming it on a fabricated stomach bug, something Annabeth found absolutely abhorrent. She hadn’t missed one class in her entire college career, and she wasn’t about to start now.

“It’s fine. I’ll just take some tylenol and I’ll be good to go.” Annabeth said. Percy gave her an exasperated look.

“Beth. You probably have the flu, you can’t go to class like this.”

“It’s just a little fever.” Annabeth protested. Really, she was already starting to feel better. It was just waking up that had been the hard part, and some ibuprofen would knock her headache and high temperature right out. Percy didn’t look so convinced, but what did he know.

“If you say so.” Percy said, crossing his arms over his chest. Annabeth looked at him suspiciously.

“You’re not going to fight me on this?” she asked. Percy just gave a shrug, though his expression was a stubborn one.

“Nope. You can go right ahead.” Percy said, gesturing his hand off the bed. There was no way he should be giving up this easily, but if he wasn’t going to argue with her, Annabeth wasn’t going to be the one to start it.

She swung her legs carefully over the edge of the bed, glancing again at Percy. He gave her a go ahead look, so she did. The second she tried to put weight on her feet, her vision blacked out and her knees buckled. She would have fallen flat on her face if Percy hadn’t been waiting there to catch her. Her headache immediately doubled in intensity, and Annabeth groaned.

“Still wanna go to class?” Percy asked. He at least had the decency to sound sorry for her, even though making fun of her would have been just as deserved.

“That was mean.” Annabeth complained. Percy lowered her back into bed, gently pushing her shoulder so she would lie down again. Annabeth didn’t need so much convincing this time.

“It was the fastest way.” Percy said apologetically, brushing some hair out of her eyes “You would have fought me on it all day, otherwise.”

Annabeth sighed, but didn’t deny it. She probably would have been unbearable. She probably still was going to be unbearable.

“How am I sick? I never get sick. I’ve never had the flu in my life.” Annabeth said. She glanced upwards at Percy, who was looking very much like he was trying to not say something.

“What?” she asked.

“Nothing.” he said quickly, but Annabeth knew his expressions better than her own, and she knew when he was holding back.

“You’re thinking something.” Annabeth said accusingly. A smile cracked through his holding-back face.

“Should I not be?” he asked.

“You know what I mean.” Annabeth grumbled.

“Okay. I mean, I’m sure your immune system is very high-quality. I mean, it's yours, how could it not be?”

“Stop trying to butter me up.” Annabeth said, but she couldn't keep a smile all the way off her face.

“Who said I was buttering you up? I was complimenting your robust immune response” Percy said innocently, still grinning.

“Now you’re trying to distract me, but it won’t work.”

This was a complete lie. If he tried a little harder, it probably would work, and he knew it as well as she did. He caved anyways, which meant he probably did actually want to tell her what he was thinking.

“Okay, fine.” Percy said, “I was just going to say, you spent most of your winters at camp, which is totally isolated from the outside world, which means you haven’t really had a real flu season since you were like seven.”

“I went to boarding school.” Annabeth reminded him.

“Yeah, and you spent winter breaks at camp, or at your dad’s.”

He neglected to mention that she had spent one such break kidnapped by Luke and forced to carry the weight of the sky, which would have proved his point further, but Percy was not so ruthless during little discussions like these that he needed to bring up every last piece of evidence. Annabeth envied that restraint sometimes.

“Are you trying to tell me that my immune system probably actually sucks because it hasn’t been exposed to anything real since I was eight?” Annabeth asked. Percy bit his bottom lip.

“You said it, not me.” he said, with an apologetic shrug. Annabeth groaned again, rolling onto her stomach and shoving her face in her pillow. The sudden movement did nothing to relieve her headache; in fact it started pounding away with renewed vigor.

“But I got my flu shot and everything.” Annabeth complained, “I wash my hands all the time.”

“If you hadn’t gotten your shot you’d be feeling twice as bad right now, believe me.” Percy said. Between his ADHD-induced forgetfulness and his living in the city during flu season, Annabeth was inclined to trust him on that one.

“What do I do?” she asked, turning her face halfway off the pillow so she could look at him again. The sympathetic look he was giving her did not make her optimistic for his answer.

“Drink a lot of water and wait for it to pass.”

“That’s it?” Annabeth asked in disbelief.

“And keep an eye on your temperature.” Percy amended, “If it goes over a hundred and three I’m taking you to the ER.”

“Modern medicine is a sham.” Annabeth said. That elicited a laugh from him, at least.

“Go back to sleep. You can send your emails later.” he said, brushing a few stray curls behind her ear.

“I don’t know if I can.” Annabeth said, and it wasn’t even a lie or her being stubborn. She was still freezing somehow, shivering even though she was under blankets again.

In response, Percy crawled back under the covers, wrapping his arms around her. She snuggled into his chest, stealing his warmth, even though she knew she shouldn’t.

“You have class.” Annabeth protested. She felt his laugh, a sturdy vibration in his chest, more than she heard it.

“Not anymore. I’m probably just as contagious as you at this point.”

Annabeth tried again.

“I’m going to get you sick.”

“Maybe.” Percy said, not sounding particularly bothered by it either way.

“But…” Annabeth trailed off. She didn’t want him to leave, but it also didn’t feel fair to keep him here, knowing she was probably condemning him to the same misery she was feeling now.

“Don’t worry about me.” Percy said, reading her thoughts, “I used to ride the subway everyday, I think I’ve had every strain of the flu known to man. And if you think I’m just going to leave you here shivering, you’re crazy.”

“I guess I’ll allow it.” Annabeth mumbled, scooting a little closer to him. The shakes were finally starting to dissipate, driven off by Percy’s warmth.

“Oh, you’ll allow it?” he asked. She could hear the smile in his voice, even if she couldn’t see it.

“For now.” Annabeth said, though she had absolutely no intention of changing her mind, and he knew it better than she did.

“Go back to sleep, Wise Girl.” Percy said, kissing the top of her head.

“Fine.” she said, too tired to think of a good retort. “Seaweed Brain.” she added sleepily, for good measure. She felt him laugh again.

It took a while, but eventually she managed to drift off to sleep again, curled up against his chest.

#i had a shitty day at work so have some tooth-rotting fluff #percabeth #percabeth fic #percabeth fanfic #percabeth fluff #percabeth angst #pjo #pjo fic #pjo fanfic #pjo one shot #percabeth oneshot #Percy Jackson #Percy Jackson fanfic #percy x annabeth

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coldsandfluff · 3 years

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Friday Night Fever (F/M, Original, Illness Care-Taking Fluff)

Wrote this little original F/M care-taking fluff fic inspired by something that happened to me when I was in college (basically, caught a cold, three friends came over unannounced and insisted on me coming with them to the bar until one of them noticed the thermometer on my nightstand and realized I really was too sick to go). I've changed all the characters personality/appearance (including myself) so that we are completely unrecognizable, and added more to the story of course 😚

So if you like group of friends, platonic to maybe romantic care-taking fluff and F/M illness, read on!

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Annabel left the sandwich shop at the end of her evening shift, feeling the cold autumn air seep through her jacket. Darkness had blanketed the town hours ago, and college students were already filling the streets on their way to the bars to celebrate the end of the week. Not that they’d really needed a reason to drink, of course.

As she launched the trash bags in the large dumpster in the back alley, Annabel felt an uncomfortable shiver running down her back. She’d been feeling under the weather for a couple of days, downing vitamin C fizzy drinks to stave it off. What she’d hoped would end up being a little annoying cold was turning out to be more than she’d bargained for. She could feel the icy tendrils of a fever crawling on her skin, and all she wanted to do was slip under the covers of her warm bed and sleep all weekend.

Her phone pinged as she started making her way back to her apartment.

Finn: We’ll be there in 40 minutes. Zack wants to pick up some pregame vodka from the store first.

Annabel sighed. She’d met Zack, Finn and Alex at her second job—a fancy new restaurant in the heart of town where she’d been waitressing part-time for the past two months. They’d hit it off on opening day, when Zack had accidentally broken a whole stack of plates. No one had seen what had happened but the four of them. Zack had gotten his dishwasher’s apron stuck on the door handle, and his hands had slipped at the sudden pull.

The crash had been deafening.

Right before the owner had rushed in to ask what had happened, Zack’s best friend, Finn, had kicked the wheel of the cart where the plates had been sitting a few moments ago, giving Alexander and Annabel a knowing look.

They’d all told the owner that the cart was broken and had tipped over without anyone touching it. Somehow, the owner had bought the lie. That night, Zack insisted on paying them a round of shots at the bar, and a tradition was born: The four of them. Every Friday. With lots of alcohol.

It was the only time Annabel let loose. With her two jobs and college, she was struggling to find free time, but Friday nights had become sacred. There was nothing like downing drinks and letting the buzz take over, following her three new friends wherever they wanted to go. It was always an adventure. Especially with Zack at the helm.

But tonight, there was no way she could make it.

Annabel: Actually, I can’t come tonight. Sorry.

She walked past a group of friends laughing and hollering, wishing she’d felt as good as they did. But the headache growing behind her eyes wasn’t going to let up, and adding alcohol to the mix would only make it worse. Not only that, but her nose had started running in the past two hours. She’d had to go blow it in the restroom every half hour, getting herself banished from the front of the store by the manager. She’d washed her hands so often that her skin was almost raw.

Just like her nose.

Finn: Nah, you’re coming. Nobody cancels Friday night. Come on.

Annabel couldn’t hold a smile. She typed back, sniffling. Her sinuses were prickling like crazy, as if she’d accidentally inhaled a cloud of tiny fireworks. She stifled a sneeze in the crook of her elbow, mid-word. “Ehh—Ehh’KSHHeeww!” Her eyes watered from the force of it. She wiped the tears away and resumed typing.

Annabel: I’ll make it up to you guys next weekend. Drinks on me.

She grabbed a crumpled tissue from her jacket pocket and dabbed at her nose. Her apartment was only a few blocks away, beckoning her. As she crossed the last stretch of sidewalk to the entrance, she kept checking her phone.

No reply.

Shrugging, she unlocked the front door and took the stairs.

***

Back in her apartment, she made a beeline for the bathroom to the right and used toilet paper to blow her nose, finally free to make as much noise as she wanted. She winced from the roughness of it on her chapped nostrils, but it was all she had. She wasn’t exactly the planning type. Her idea of a grocery list was memorizing the first three items and hoping the rest would come to her as she walked through the aisles. Most often than not, she’d have to make a quick run at the convenience store down the street to get what she’d forgotten.

She gathered her thick curly hair into a bun and looked at herself in the mirror. It was enough to confirm that she’d made the right decision. Her eyes were glazed over, her skin was so pale that her freckles popped like they did in the summer. Except for that slight flush high on her cheeks, of course. She popped a thermometer under her tongue and removed her work clothes, leaving them in a pile in front of the bathtub.

Shivering from the sudden change in temperature, she covered her arms with her hands and ran to her dresser. Her warmest, softest sweater was the first thing she grabbed and put on, before throwing on a pair of comfy leggings and wool socks. The thermometer beeped.

100.8 °F. Figured.

She rolled her eyes and shuffled over to the “kitchen” of her studio apartment, which was the size of a matchbox and only contained a mini fridge, a microwave and an old sink. She poured herself some water and walked over to the bed, placing her glass and the thermometer on her nightstand. She would have brought over medicine as well, but she’d run out last semester after catching the flu going around campus, and had forgotten to replenish her stash. No matter. She could sleep this off. It was just a cold.

She suddenly sneezed twice in a row, as if her body wanted to protest her minimizing her illness, then got under the cover. Just as she was getting a little warmer, propping up her laptop to watch a movie, there was a knock at the door.

Annabel sat up, startled.

“Anna, open up!” a voice said behind the door.

Zack.

Annabel chuckled. Of course they wouldn’t give up that easily. She groaned, getting out of the warmth of her bed. She considered rushing to the dresser and putting on cuter clothes—they were her friends, but they were still boys, and she didn’t want to look like shit in front of them—but the thought of it was enough to drain her energy. Screw it. She walked over to the door and opened it.

“Finn told us you don’t want to come,” said Zack as he walked in. It was her friends’ first time coming up to her apartment. They’d usually wait for her downstairs. “So we’re here to change your mind.” He didn’t look at her, too busy checking out her place. He was dressed for the night—a buttoned-up shirt, navy blazer, jeans and dress shoes. His casual chic style always stood out in the local bars filled with broke college students, but he liked it that way.

Finn walked in after him, a crooked grin on his lips. “See, I told you you can’t cancel Friday night.” His shaggy blond hair half-covered his eyes, as always. Finn and Zack had been best friends since high school, and couldn’t have been more different from each other. At least physically. Finn was tall and lanky, Zack was smaller and worked out a lot. But they were both party guys, always ready for a crazy night—even though Finn was a bit more mellow than Zack.

Finally, Alex came in, and Annabel closed the door behind him. He had a sheepish look on his face, as if apologizing for the other two. He was a lot more like Annabel. Quiet, chill, along for the ride—whatever it may be. His deep brown eyes held her gaze for a second too long, and Annabel noticed one of his eyebrow raise ever so slightly. She bit her lip, feeling self-conscious about her appearance. They’d never seen her in such a state before. Thank god she hadn’t had the energy to remove her makeup yet.

“So this is where you live, uh?” Zack said, sitting on her desk chair and spinning it around and around. “I like it. Dorms suck.”

Before she could reply, Finn tsked. “Wow. So no love for your roommate, uh?”

“Dude, I love you,” Zack said, “but between you and an apartment all to myself, the choice is obvious.” He stopped spinning and turned to Annabel, crossing his arms over his chest. “So what’s so important that you can’t come with us? Do you have a date?”

All three boys turned to her. Annabel almost laughed. Could they not see the condition she was in? She cleared her throat. “No, I’m just not feeling well.”

Finn sat on the edge of her bed and examined her from afar. “Like what? Stomach thing? Flu?”

“Probably a cold, I guess.” Annabel could feel Alex’s gaze on her at her side. She glanced at him, then looked down, feeling silly. Now that she was saying it out loud, it sounded like a poor excuse. But she did have a fever, after all. She just didn’t want to start listing her symptoms.

Zack clasped his hands together. “You know what will make you feel better? Alcohol!” He grinned, as if proud of his solution. “Didn’t they used to give brandy to people when they were sick? We’ll make a special mix for your throat. Something with lemon and orange juice. You’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know, I already have a headache…” Annabel said.

“Just take a couple of Tylenol. It’s like a hangover in advance,” Finn said with an encouraging smile. “One time, I went out clubbing with an ear infection and everything was fine. Actually felt better the next day, weirdly enough.”

“I don’t know guys, I won’t be much fun if—” Annabel was interrupted by a fierce tickle deep in her nose, spreading like wildfire. She ducked to her side, away from Alex. “Ehh’KSSHeeew! ‘KSSSHeeew!”

“Bless you,” the three boys said almost in unison.

“See?” Annabel said, pointing at her nose and sniffling. “You want me to sneeze all over you guys all night?”

Finn shrugged. “We’ll bring tissues. Whatever.”

Alex walked over to the bathroom and grabbed the toilet paper roll from the counter, then handed it to her. “Here.”

Annabel ripped a piece off and wiped her nose. “Thanks,” she said, sheepish.

Alex’s gaze paused on her for a few seconds before he turned to the other two. “Guys, she’s obviously sick. Let’s just go and let her sleep.”

“It’s just a cold,” Zack said. “She’s young and healthy. It’s nothing.” He got up and put his arm around her shoulders. “Come on. Give it an hour, and if you’re not feeling better after a few shots, we’ll walk you home.”

Annabel considered it for a second, trying to fight the shivers. Maybe if she wore something warm and took a few shots, she wouldfeel better. Numb the pain a little, at least. While she pondered it, Finn laid down on top of her bed spread and locked eyes with the thermometer on her nightstand. He frowned and sat up, picking it up.

He looked at her, thermometer in hand. His voice softened. “It’s that bad, uh?”

Annabel blushed. Why did admitting that she had a fever feel so vulnerable? She looked down and nodded. “Kinda.”

Zack looked at the thermometer, then back at Annabel. He narrowed his eyes and put a hand on her forehead. “Ooof,” he said, a hint of concern slipping in his tone.

Finn got up. “Let me see,” he said, walking up to her and placing his own hand on her forehead. His eyebrows shot up. “Yikes.”

“Yeah, you need to be in bed,” Zack finally said, guiding her back to bed. “Why didn’t you say you had a fever? Jesus, Anna.”

She shrugged, sitting on her mattress. “I don’t know. I just get fevers with colds. I guess it’s normal for me.”

“Fevers suck,” Finn said. “Last time I had one, I stayed in bed for two days and everything hurt.” He walked over to the front door. “We’ll miss you tonight, though.”

Zack followed. “Hope you feel better. We’ll text you all the crazy shit that’s going to happen so you don’t miss anything.” He followed Finn out of the apartment, leaving the door open for Alex.

Alex watched them walk by, then grabbed the roll of toilet paper on the counter where Annabel had left it. He brought it over to her nightstand and gave her a sad smile. “Do you need anything?”

Annabel shook her head, relieved that she was going to be able to stay in bed. “I’ll be okay.”

He seemed to hesitate for a second, then nodded. “Let us know if you want us to get you food later. I know I can never sleep when I have a fever.”

“Thank you.” She smiled. Her nose scrunched up, overtaken by another annoying prickle. “Ehh… Iihh’KSSSHHeeww!”

“Bless you.”

Zack’s voice sounded from the hallway. “Alex, you coming?”

Alex snickered. “I guess I should go.” He walked to the door, then turned back. “Feel better, okay?”

“I will. Thanks.”

***

Annabel tried to sleep, but her fever and runny nose kept waking her up, leaving her floating halfway between dreams and reality. It was clear that she wasn’t going to get any rest in her state. She needed cold medicine.

It took her a long time to finally convince herself to get out of bed and go to the convenience store, but she managed to push the covers away and get up. She shivered, causing another tickle in her sensitive nose—it had only gotten worse in the hour since the boys had left. She ducked at the waist in an exhausting triple. “Ehh… Hehh’KSSSHeeeew! ‘KSSHHeeew! Hiihh’KSSHeeew!”

Just then, another knock sounded at the door. Annabel frowned and made her way to the door, cracking it open.

It was Alex. Alone.

“Bless you,” he said with a shy grin.

Annabel let him in. “Aren’t you supposed to be out with the guys?”

He shrugged, closing the door behind him. “I thought you might need this.” He showed her a plastic bag filled with tea, tissue boxes, ramen, cough drops and—she gasped—cold medicine.

Alex chuckled. “So I was right. You don’t have any medicine, do you?”

Annabel laughed. “How did you know?”

“Your nightstand. You only had a thermometer on there. When I’m sick, I take Nyquil everywhere I go.” He handed her the bag. “And I wanted to make sure you had tissues instead of toilet paper. Your nose will thank me.”

Annabel touched her chapped nose, smiling. “That’s so sweet of you. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing.” He stood there for a second, as if not knowing what to say. “I’ll uh—I’ll let you rest.”

Before he could go, Annabel put her hand on his elbow. “Wait. Do you want to—” She stopped halfway through her sentence, her nose scrunching up yet again, her eyes fluttering. She spun around and sneezed, covering her nose with the sleeve of her sweater. “Hehh’KSSHH! Ht’Ksshht!” She turned back around, blinking away the tears and laughing. “Sorry!”

Alex laughed, too. “Bless you.” He held her gaze, then looked down. “What were you going to say?”

“Oh—I was just wondering if—maybe if you’d like to watch a movie with me. I don’t think I can sleep until the medicine kicks in.” As soon as the words left her mouth, she regretted saying them. Of course he didn’t want to watch a movie with her. This was Friday night. What kind of college guy wanted to hang out with a sick, sneezy, nose-drippy girl on a Friday night instead of getting drunk with his friends. “Sorry,” she added quickly, “I forgot that the guys are probably waiting for you. I guess I’m kind of loopy from the fever.”

Alex took a step forward and placed his hand on her forehead. The gesture was so gentle, so soft, that Annabel closed her eyes, appreciating the coldness of his palm on her hot skin.

“You are definitely burning up,” he half-whispered, frowning. “I was wondering if the guys were exaggerating. Guess not.”

Annabel bit her lip. “I’ll be okay after I take the medicine. You don’t have to stay.”

Alex removed his hand. “I do,” he blurted. “I mean, I do want to watch a movie with you. And stay.”

“Are you sure?” Annabel asked through her blossoming smile. “Aren’t you worried you’ll catch my cold?”

“Actually, I have a confession to make.” Alex led her to the bed and placed the content of his bag on her nightstand. “Last Friday, I kind of had a cold. It wasn’t as bad as yours, pretty minor, but… Zack convinced me to come out anyway and I—I think I might have given it to you. You drank out of my glass and I didn’t have time to stop you.” He looked at her, his eyes wide with guilt. “I’m so, so sorry.”

Annabel laughed. “I can’t believe Zack didn’t rat you out earlier. It would have been the perfect example of someone going clubbing with a cold and ‘being fine’ anyway.”

“He probably knew it was partly his fault that you’re sick and didn’t want to admit it.”

Annabel shook her head. “Well, you owe me a Friday night.” She got into bed and patted the spot next to her. “That means I get to pick the movies.”

Alex grabbed the throw blanket at her feet and draped it over her. “That sounds fair.” He walked over to the other side of the bed and settled next to her. “But when you fall asleep, I can’t guarantee I won’t change it.”

“Deal.”

After taking a dose of Nyquil, Annabel started the movie, snuggling under the blanket. She wondered what kind of crazy adventures Zack and Finn were getting themselves into. She expected to feel FOMO, but instead, she shot a glance at Alex next to her, and realized she wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Maybe it was the fever, or maybe it was Alex’s shoulder touching hers, but it felt like this was the start of a different kind of adventure. Maybe not alcohol-fueled, but Nyquil was pretty close.

All because they’d shared a not-so-secret cold.

And Annabel had a feeling it would be worth the fever. And the countless sneezes to come.

THE END

#caretaking fic #care-taking fic #sneeze fic #sneeze kink #care-taking king #sickfic

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beelsnack · 3 years

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Obey Me! Boys Taking Care of a Sick MC

In honor of me no longer having covid, I decided to write down how I mentally coped with having the plague some headcanons about our boys and a sick MC. Because I’m all about the hurt/comfort life.

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Lucifer: “You should be resting.”

The human scowled. Of course Lucifer was standing guard at the bottom of the staircase.

“I’m just going to get some water,” their voice sounded like sandpaper against wood as they spoke. They felt like the living dead, and judging by the cool stare Lucifer was giving them, they looked it, too.

“No, you’re just going back to bed.” He caught them by the elbow as soon as they were within reach. “I’ll bring a pitcher of water to your room for you.”

“Lucif--” their complaint was cut off by a sudden coughing fit. The force of it made them double over, and they clutched at their chest with one hand while the other went to cover their mouth. Demons couldn’t catch human illnesses, but old habits die hard.

It wasn’t until their lungs stopped trying to eject themselves from their body that they realized that Lucifer had sat them down on the bottom step. He was rubbing slow, soothing circles on their back, a rare look of concern in his dark eyes. “Easy now, my dear,” he murmured as they caught their breath. “You’re shaking, are you chilled?”

“...Just a little,” they wheezed. They must not have sounded very convincing, because Lucifer quickly removed one glove and gently pressed the back of his hand against their forehead.

“Your fever has come back.” In one quick, fluid movement, he had taken the cloak from around his shoulders and wrapped it around them like a blanket. “Go back to bed, now. I’ll bring you water and something to bring your fever down,” he spoke softly, like raising his voice would trigger another coughing fit.

It was too bad they were too sick to appreciate Lucifer’s soft side.

Mammon: “…A’ight, that should be everything.”

Admittedly, he might have gone a bit overboard. But, could you blame him? He’d never nursed a sick human back to health before!

…Okay, so Lucifer may or may not have let Mammon use his credit card to get stuff for them. And he may or may not have taken a few liberties. It was for the human though!

“Mammon, holy shit,” they mumbled, poking their head out from the blanket burrito they had cocooned themselves in. “Is there anything left at the convenience store or did you buy them out?”

“Shut it.” he set the last six-pack of Gatorade (well, the Devildom equivalent of it, anyway) at the foot of their bed. “Ya’ weren’t specific, so I just got one of each!”

Their room looked like a doomsday prepper’s bunker. Cans of soup, a myriad of flavors of instant noodles, a portable heater, the works. Maybe they should have been more specific.

“Do ya’ need anything else?” Mammon sounded vaguely annoyed, but underneath the gruff tone he spoke with, his concern was obvious. They had given him a scare when they first came down with the flu two days ago, temperature so high that they ended up collapsing on their way to RAD. He had been fussing over them since. They weren’t even sure if he had slept.

“...Just one more thing.”

“Yeah?” he perked up like a dog waiting for an order from its master. “Whaddaya need?”

Instead of speaking, they wiggled their arms free of the blankets and held them out. For a moment, Mammon just stared at them in confusion. When what they were asking for finally clicked, his face grew so hot they could use it as a space heater.

“What are you, a little kid?” he grumbled, but there wasn’t even a moment’s hesitation as he climbed into the bed with them. They settled themselves against his chest, sighing contentedly. Sleep had taken over in a few heartbeats.

“...Get better soon, you hear?” they didn’t, obviously, and Mammon took the opportunity to gently pat their head, like they so often did for him. “If you’re gonna be all cute and stuff, I want ya to be conscious of it.”

Leviathan: “You know, I really thought you would take longer to go through all of these.”

The human looked like a whole new person compared to the last time Levi had seen them. They were sitting upright, although they looked ready to slide back down into their previous coma-like state any minute, and the number of blankets wrapped around them had been reduced to just one instead of three. They managed to shoot him a weak grin as they handed over the manga he had let them borrow.

As much as Levi loved staying locked away in his inner sanctum, it was only an enjoyable experience if one’s source of entertainment was also locked away with them. And he couldn’t, in hood conscience, let the human die of boredom instead of dying of illness, so he had ventured out of his lair armed with his collector’s edition box set of I’m A Scholarship Student At An Obscenely Rich School and Now I Have To Work Off A Debt Because I Broke A Vase That Belonged To A Host Club!

That had only been a few days ago, but this morning he had gotten a text from them saying that they were finished.

“It’s not like I have anything else to do, Levi.”

“Pretty sure you could have been sleeping, but okay.”

They stuck their tongue out. “I couldn’t put it down.”

“Right?” Levi nodded enthusiastically, clutching the box to his chest like it was worth his weight in gold. Actually, knowing him, he probably paid his weight in gold for it. “I definitely bawled my eyes out at the end. You have to watch the anime next, the music really brings the scene together. And, like, I’m not usually into pastel themes, but the color scheme actually really fits the mood, and - “

Somewhere in the middle of Levi’s overly-excited info dumping, the human’s eyes had slipped closed. By the time Levi realized he was geeking out, their breathing had evened out and they had slumped against the headboard.

…Oh. They looked really cute like that.

“Sheesh, c’mon, normie,” he muttered, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I bored you to sleep.”

He set down the box on their nightstand and, very carefully, so he didn’t wake them up, inched them down to lay were laying against the mountain of pillows they had. Once they were settled into a position that wouldn’t give them a crick in their neck, he pulled the blanket up to their chin.

“There,” he nodded to himself. “You rest up, because you and I are going to have an anime marathon, and I won’t forgive you if you fall asleep in the middle of it.”

They mumbled, but otherwise stayed unconscious. Levi had definitely seen this in an anime before. His heart was pounding somewhere around his throat, but he wasn’t getting this opportunity again any time soon. Gently, like he was approaching a wild animal, he leaned in close and pressed his lips to their forehead.

“Seriously, get better soon.” he murmured. “I don’t like seeing you sick.”

Satan: His leg was falling asleep.

He had been sitting in the same position for at least an hour, and if it were anyone else he simply would have shoved them off and went about his day. But, how could he push the human away when they were curled up like a kitten in his lap?

They had been complaining about being bored, since they had been too feverish to attend RAD for the past few days. So Satan, always the man with a plan, had arrived in their room ready to binge watch his favorite crime drama. Even though he had seen this show at least eight times, he still found himself getting absolutely sucked into the plot. So much so that he didn’t notice the human starting to nod off until they landed against his side.

“Honestly, you could have just told me you were tired.” he muttered, gently rearranging them so their head was resting in his lap. They made a small noise in their sleep, but otherwise remained unconscious.

It was so rare that the human was still. They seemed to have an endless source of energy, able to be embroiled in all of the shenanigans that tended to happen around the family without absolutely disintegrating. To have them finally at rest, even sick, was quite the treat. Satan couldn’t quit help himself as he reached down to pet their head.

Well, if he was going to be stuck here until they woke up, at least he had a good show to watch.

Asmodeus: “Asmo, I can bathe by myself.”

“Yeah, no, don’t even try it.” Asmo shook his head as he ushered the human into his bedroom. “You passed out in the shower the other day, darling. This is the only time I’m grateful for Mammon’s snooping, because you might still be there if he hadn’t heard you fall.”

They subconsciously touched the sore spot on their shoulder where they had collided with the wall. The pain blended in with the rest of their body aches, but the bruise certainly didn’t.

“Besides,” Asmo sat them down on the chaise lounge. “A nice, hot bath with some quality oils will rejuvenate you like nothing else. Now, go on, strip.”

When they gave him a clearly unamused look, he just laughed. “Not while you’re sick, darling. You know full well being with me requires you to be at peak energy.”

With a sigh, they began peeling themselves out of their days-old pajamas. Admittedly, they did feel like a bath would help them feel a little better. They were pretty sure they read somewhere that the steam from hot water would help clear out all the gunk in their chest. And if anyone knew the intricate rituals of bath time, it was Asmodeus.

While they were stripping, Asmo had made his way over to the Grecian temple that was his bathtub and turned on the tap. After a few moments of running his hand under the stream to test the temperature, he stood and began browsing his impressive collection of bath accoutrements. “Hm, let’s see, let’s see…here it is!”

Asmo turned around, holding up the little bottle like he had just found buried treasure. “Eucalyptus, to help clear out the lungs. It’s good for muscle aches, too!”

With a flourish, he put a few drops into the water. “Alright, ready. Can you get in yourself or do you need my help?”

“I’ve got the flu, not the plague, Asmo.”

“You. Fell. In. The. Shower.” he punctuated each word with a poke to their cheek before holding out his hand to help them. Although they grumbled, they were still feeling kind of weak, so they allowed Asmo to pull them up.

“There, now, easy does it,” he spoke softly as he guided them to sit on the edge of the tub. If this were any other situation, they would be painfully aware of the fact that they were completely naked in front of the Avatar of Lust. But, the fragrant steam rising from the water was beginning to ease the ache in their chest, and Asmo’s soft hands had begun massaging their shoulders. They barely even noticed when they were fully seated.

“You’re not coming in?” they murmured sleepily as Asmo sat himself along the edge of the tub. He just laughed.

“Next time, darling. Now, you just relax and let me take care of you.”

Beelzebub: The phrase “don’t have much of an appetite” just didn’t make sense to Beel. How could someone not want to eat? Maybe he was a bit biased, being the ever-starving Avatar of Gluttony, but still. Humans needed lots of nutrients to get better when they were sick, right? He was pretty sure that was what Satan told him.

Beel scowled, scrolling through the eighteenth listicle about foods to eat when sick. Honestly, he was making himself hungry, but he was starting to get the general idea. Looks like he’s making them some soup.

The kitchen was separated into “human” and “demon” sections, after the one time that they almost used cyanide instead of salt. Human cuisine took less time and involved less magic, so Beel knew his way around the human spice cabinet. Making the soup was the easy part, making sure it got to its intended recipient was another matter.

Climbing the stairs to the human’s room felt like a Herculean task, but he did it - mostly. He may have taken a few bites here and there. But he had purposely put more in the bowl than he knew they would be able to eat, so it was fine, right? He knocked on their door twice, listening to them shuffle around before they finally called out weakly that the door was open.

“I brought food.” he said, shutting the door behind him. “You haven’t been eating much lately.”

They poked their head miserably out of the blanket burrito they had wrapped themselves in. A thin sheen of sweat covered their forehead, but they were shaking, which meant their fever hadn’t broken yet. Did humans always take this long to get better? Another question for Satan.

“I’m not really hungry, Beel.” they mumbled, voice thick and gravelly due to the sore throat they had. “You can eat it.”

Shaking his head, Beel sat himself down on the bed beside them. “I had some already.”

“Have some more.”

“No, I made it for you.” his stomach growled, completely undermining his words. “It’s basically just broth, you can drink it.”

They wiggled around for a bit before they managed to extract themselves from the absolute cocoon they had made. “…What kind of broth?”

“Just chicken, I promise.” he laughed. “I wasn’t about to try to get you to eat a Devildom recipe.”

Finally, they got themselves into a sitting position, but even that seemed to wear them out. They flopped against Beel’s shoulder, and he definitely didn’t like how hot their skin felt against his. Their breathing was ragged as they tried to get the energy to sit up.

“Here,” Beel dipped the spoon into the broth. “I’ll help.”

“I’m not a baby…”

“No, but you are really weak.” he replied gently. “Let me help you.”

He could feel the urge to protest vibrating through their body - their independence was definitely an endearing quality of theirs. But, eventually they must have come to the conclusion that a content of tenacity between the two of them was going to take longer than simply waiting out their illness. With a huff, they opened their mouth and let Beel feed them.

“Oh, wow, this is pretty good.”

“I’m a good cook if I don’t eat the ingredients first.”

Belphegor: “I thought humans slept a lot when they got sick.”

The bags under the human’s eyes were almost as intense as they glare they gave him. When the rest of the brothers had begun arguing over something stupid, Belphegor had taken the opportunity to bundle them up and whisk them away to the peace and quiet of the attic. His intent had been to take a nice long nap with them, but apparently their lungs had a different plan.

“We should,” they groaned, sounding like their throat was made of sandpaper. “Every time I feel like I’m going to fall asleep, I start coughing.”

“That sounds counter-intuitive.”

“Tell me about it.”

Belphie rolled over so that he was lying on his side, facing them. “Well then, you picked a good nap partner.”

They blinked blearily up at him. “Why is that?”

“Come here, I’ll show you.”

He reached out, tugging them towards him until they were settled comfortably against his chest with their head tucked beneath his chin. Although he wasn’t the tallest of the brothers, he had enough height to basically surround the human. “Can you hear my heartbeat?”

“I’m too tired for you cheesy lines, Belphie.”

“No, seriously, just listen.”

He could practically hear them roll their eyes, but they quieted down. Once he was sure they were synced up with the steady ba-bump, ba-bump of his heart, he began to work his magic - literally.

He brought his hand up to cup the back of their skull, fingertips tingling as he focused his magic their. They squirmed for a moment before sighing as the cool rush of Belphie’s special brand of sleep magic washed over them.

“I told you, being tired isn’t the prob - “

“Hush,” he murmured, letting them feel his voice rumble through his chest. “Just relax for me, okay?”

Belphie massaged their scalp like he was washing their hair, working his magic into their skin. Slowly but surely he felt them soften, the tightness in their chest easing. Finally, their slightly labored breathing evened out, and the poor human finally succumbed to sleep.

“About time,” he kissed the top of their head. “You need to rest if you want to get better, so let’s sleep as long as we like, okay?”

#seriously I just kept thinking about them taking care of my while I was sick #because even though I was sick I had to take care of my parents when they ended up getting it #obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me levi #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #obey me beelzebub #obey me beel #obey me belphegor #obey me belphie

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jalapeno-princess · 3 years

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Kiss Me More

Mark Tuan X Reader

Word count: 6.1K

Genre: Very fluffy smut

Warning: Some sexy time in there nothing too extreme (hehehe...or is there?)

Summary: You were confident in the fact that your sex life with Mark was very exciting, wild and fun to say the least. In more or less words, it was perfect. Just your relationship in general was the kind that many people around you would be the envy of. It’s been four years since you began dating and you could honestly say it has been the best four years of your life so far because of him. He was the best boyfriend you could possibly ask for; kind, funny, gentle, considerate, soft-spoken, generous and extremely handsome. He took really good care of you and it was obvious by both his actions and his words that he was madly in love with you. As the two of you are coming down from your sex highs, you grow curious as to why once your love making sessions were over, so is the intimacy. Surely, your boyfriend has his reasons for not kissing you for too much longer as you’re about to go to bed. Right?

A/N: Based on the song “Kiss Me More” by Doja Cat and Sza. I am obsessed with this song and I knew I had to write something based on it so I hope you all enjoy! (I don’t really care for how the ending turned out but whatever).

We hug and yes, we make love And always just say "Goodnight" (la-la-la-la-la) And we cuddle, sure I do love it But I need your lips on mine

Can you kiss me more? We're so young, boy We ain't got nothin' to lose, oh, oh It's just principle Baby, hold me 'Cause I like the way you groove, oh, oh

Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it (la-la-la-la) Boy, you write your name, I can do the same Ooh, I love the taste, la-la-la-la-la All on my tongue, I want it

“Ah—shit, shit—baby, I’m going to need you to slow down. Please—we have the whole night, I just—y/n—fuck. You’re so fucking sexy—“ Against your boyfriend’s pleas, you only sped up your pace to rile him more than he already was.

“The whole night? We’ve been at this for three hours baby. I think I’m gonna tap out here soon. Aren’t you tired?”

The devilish grin that immediately rose on his face at your confession confirmed that no—he was not tired or if he was, he still had enough energy to keep pumping in to you. You were currently bouncing on his cock; sinking up and down on him like it was your life duty to do so.

Your walls were clenched around him deliciously; his hardened length filled you up to the hilt with every thrust. The tip grazed along your nub; flicking it with every pump and it was quickly driving you to the brink of insanity. Honestly, you didn’t think you’d find yourself in this position tonight.

The two of you were exhausted beyond belief; you were at school since six in the morning up until four in the afternoon earlier today. You had finished two midterms and one very important exam you’ve been studying almost an entire month for. Tired wasn’t even a good enough word to describe your current state.

Your boyfriend was just as much in bad shape as you were. His boss had him doing multiple errands today on top of completing his own assigned work. He only arrived home a little over an hour ago. When you heard the front door of your shared apartment gently open, you had to prevent yourself from running towards him and embracing him with all the power you had in your tiny body.

You were confident that he was probably worn out and wanted nothing more than to go to sleep. From previous experiences, sometimes your boyfriend would go straight to bed upon arrival—being too fatigued to care about eating or taking a shower even.

Although you were just as tired and in more or less words; overworked to the bone, seeing your boyfriend slumped while his dark circles grew more and more prominent every day, you mustered up enough energy to iron his clothes for the next day, prepare the clothes he’d wear to sleep, pack him a lunch and even get some of his toiletries ready if he felt like wanting to rinse off just a bit.

To your surprise, as soon as he made his way towards you—before you could even open your mouth to ask your boyfriend how his day was, his pretty, heart-shaped lips that you loved so much were fervently smashed against yours. He gave you no time in preparing yourself for what was to come next before he roughly grabbed you at your thighs and wrapped your legs around his waist.

His mouth never left yours as he led the two of you to your shared bedroom. It boggled your mind that he was giving you his full attention; gnawing and sucking on your lips while he carried you to the room without bumping in to anything or tripping on the rug. Maybe he’s gotten used to doing so since the two of you have been in this exact same scenario more times than you can count on both hands.

There were so many thoughts running through your mind and questions on the tip of your tongue—concerning the sudden affection and lust he was currently showing you, but whatever you wanted to ask him no longer mattered the second he shoved his tongue down your throat and squeezed both your ass cheeks before slapping them hard.

“Mark—babe is everything okay—“

“Work was shit—complete and utter shit. I missed you so fucking much like I do every single day I’m at that shithole and so I logged on to Snapchat and to my surprise—and delight, my beautiful girlfriend sent me a few snaps of her pretty outfit today. Don’t play innocent baby, you knew exactly what you were doing as soon as you hit send. You are well aware of the fact that I was seconds away from calling in sick this morning and fucking you in to oblivion right against the kitchen counter when you walked out in to the living room. Ah—there was so many things I wanted to say. Don’t get me wrong, you look breathtakingly beautiful in every single thing that you wear, but my dress shirt and that pencil skirt that hugs you in all the right places and leaves little to the imagination? Tsk tsk—it’s like you wanted me to rearrange your guts tonight.”

You looked at him in curiosity; it took you a few moments to pin point exactly what photos he was referring to. Since you were so busy today, you completely forgot about sneaking to the bathroom and taking a few pictures of yourself. This last week has been extremely busy for both you and your boyfriend—and so the thought of being intimate with him felt like a fever dream.

Sex with Mark had to be one of your favorite activities not only as a couple, but just in general. One thing about the older boy that you admired was the fact that he was very talented in each and every single thing he put his mind in to. Baseball, volleyball, football, golf, tennis, soccer, martial arts—it wasn’t even only sports.

Mark was exceptionally intelligent; he was one of the only people you knew that was good at both reading and math. He also could finish a Rubik’s cube in under two minutes which was quite the impossible task. Every single thing your boyfriend did never failed to impress you. However, you felt as though he was the best at blowing your mind in more ways than one.

The older boy was extremely generous; he always bought you cute little gifts that reminded him of you, he’d pay for every single date against your pleas no matter where the two of you would go, he’d sacrifice his time and work his schedule around yours so he could pick you up and drop you off wherever you needed to go. When it came to the bedroom, he always put you and your needs first. Mark always made it his main priority to make sure you came first, that you were genuinely having a good time and overall he wanted to do whatever he possibly could to make you comfortable.

Some days, he’d be so focused on eating you out that he found pleasure and got his full strictly by sucking on your pussy. If you were having a rough day, he’d prepare you a bath and get you all your favorite snacks in attempts of cheering you up but not before finding his place in between your thighs and dragging his tongue along your slit faster than you could actually handle. Mark was the king of overstimulation; one of his kinks was driving you crazy and not giving you a chance to do anything about it.

He was extremely good at sex— and his body was handcrafted by God. Every single thing about him was annoyingly perfect; he wasn’t the most muscular man but he wasn’t exactly skinny either. He had just the right amount of muscle, a six pack and he was well endowed. Although you considered penises very unattractive before you met Mark, something about his was so pretty and it always made your mouth water.

You weren’t sure if you preferred having it buried deep inside of your cunt, or filling up your throat—both felt so phenomenal. Out of all the positions you and Mark experimented in during your four year relationship, your favorites had to be doggy, missionary and the one you were currently in right now. In most of your love making sessions, Mark took the lead and dominated you—not that you ever objected.

A dominant Mark—degrading, rough, animalistic was the sexiest Mark—well, next to jealous and overprotective which usually led to the passionate and extremely freaky sex the two of you’d have. But there were times where you would take control because Mark was the definition of a switch; and something about him submitting to you and whatever you told him to always sent your mind in a frenzy.

Mark was very vocal about how he came faster whenever you would find yourself riding him specifically because watching your breasts bounce, getting to see your gorgeous face and observing your pussy swallow his cock whole—your juices coating his entire length, the sensation was lethal. His hands gripped on your waist all but gently; you might have been the one on top but your boyfriend was a powerbottom. He never allowed you to do things on your own, especially during sex.

“Nope. I’m like the energizer bunny whenever we make love. In fact, I could probably fuck you for a solid four more hours. I know sex isn’t everything in a relationship and there are so many other things I love to do with you—but damn, you’re a fucking dream y/n. We have sex almost every single day and it always feels like the first time. If you’re exhausted baby, you can get off. As much as I particularly enjoy and get off on the feeling of your ass clapping against my balls, I’m sure it’s pretty tiring.”

You had to stifle back a laugh at his choice of words; when the two of you first became intimate with one another, there was a lot of laughter and playful banter in the duration of your sexy time to which you didn’t think was normal. Then again, your relationship with Mark was never normal from the start. Your relationship was the envy of a lot of the people around you.

It’s been over four years yet somehow—maybe it was the deep, passionate love you held for one another, but you were still surprisingly in the honeymoon stage. Neither you or Mark could get enough of each other. Sometimes, whenever the two of you would tumble in to bed together, some jokes, corny pickup lines and even riddles would be thrown in while Mark would be railing you and on some occasions, he’d say things at the wrong time, but you still had so much fun nonetheless.

“I’m not too tired, I just don’t want to be immobile for the next week. My thighs are jelly and I have work in the morning. I’ve called out three times already in the last month because you fulfill your promises of wrecking me and I’m sure my boss is aware of the fact that it’s not possible for me to get food poisoning that many times within days of each other—“

“I mean, I have no regrets honestly and if I remember correctly, you’re always the one telling me to “go faster” and to “fuck me harder daddy”—ow! What? I’m just stating the facts—“

“I know, but it sounds weird when you say it.”

He playfully rolled his eyes before stealing a sloppy kiss from the corner of your mouth and motioned for you to get off of him. As much as you were reveling in his many wanton noises and lustful facial expressions, you could feel your legs giving out and you were in no position to be calling out sick again. At least not for another week or two. You let out a whine at the feeling of him slowly pulling out of you; you weren’t ashamed to say you were a huge fan of how it felt to be full of your boyfriend’s cock.

Cock warming was another favorite kink of yours. Mark on the other hand, would have to mentally prepare a few minutes prior to staying inside of you. It was hard for him to stay idle—he’s told you this many times. As much as he wanted to do whatever you asked of him and wanted to please you no matter what it was you desired, the feeling of your tight, wet and warm walls clenching around him was too much. He allowed it to happen, but not for too long. He could be the one to tap out, but a couple minutes of cockwarming could lead to another round of sex and in many cases; it did.

“What a baby, can’t even go a couple of seconds without my dick inside of her—“

“Shut up, I can go in to the bathroom and finish myself off if I wanted to—“

“We all know your fingers aren’t enough to get you seeing stars princess. And that stupid dildo you bought when I was away in Taiwan last year can’t do shit for you either.”

Thankfully, he didn’t take too long in throwing you against the bed and lining himself back at your entrance. You were seeping of your essence at this point and he swiped himself along your folds so that it would be easier for him to slip back inside. He brought his face up to your ear and his breath was hot against your jaw as he leaned in to whisper naughty words that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head in pleasure.

“Only I can bring you to sheer ecstasy. Only I can get you to see white—only I can get your head spinning. My fingers; we both know how much my fingers are one of your favorite body parts of mine.” He wrapped one hand around your neck gently, making sure to glide his thumb along your pressure point while swiping some of your juices with his index finger and bringing it up to your mouth.

“Taste yourself baby. I want you to experience the euphoria I go through whenever I eat out this pretty cunt of yours. Well—back to what I was saying, my tongue, I know exactly how to use it as we make out, when I suck on this pretty little neck of yours or when I suck the life out of your pussy—so even if you were to finger yourself like the dirty girl you are, you’ll never reach the mind blowing orgasm only I can give to you. Now, I think it’s time I teach you a lesson for speaking out against me.”

You bit your lip in anticipation for the excitement that was to come; whenever Mark would get jealous or whenever you were bratty and went against whatever he commanded you to do, that’s when he would fuck your brains out. How the two of you were still going at it with such a rapid and forceful pace had yet to really process completely in your mind, but you didn’t question it. A muttered groan fell from both your lips and his as soon as he found his place back inside of you.

Immediately, he placed his face in the crook of your neck for what you were accustomed to him trying his best not to moan loudly. He dragged his teeth along the juncture of your nape before sinking his teeth in and leaving a dark love bite in its wake.

“Mark!”

You swatted his arm once you felt the spot begin to throb. Sure, you found it extremely sexy whenever he’d mark his territory because it proved just how possessive and overprotective he was over you but at the same time, hickeys were difficult to cover up and you were confident the purple mark would be on display for your professors, classmates, coworkers, boss and clients to see.

“Sorry baby, I couldn’t help myself—I’ll help you put some makeup on it tomorrow. It’s just that—ugh, how the fuck are you always so damn tight? We have sex on a daily basis, you should be stretched out by now.”

“You men obviously don’t understand the anatomy of a woman. You’re lucky you’re attractive and very sweet, you’re lacking intelligence—“

“Hey—“

“Just fuck me already asshole.”

You didn’t have to ask him twice. He went straight in to ramming his cock in and out of you. There was no time to be soft or gentle; the two of you were just moments away from your releases. You preferred the softness and romanticism that came with making love, but right now all you could think about was how amazing it felt when the tip of his cock reached your cervix.

“Feels—“

“So fucking good.”

Your breasts were bouncing up and down with every thrust and to your delight, your boyfriend cupped one of your mounds in his hand; flicking your nipple all but gently and earning himself the sexiest growl he’s ever heard in his life. He wrapped his lips around your other breast and swirled his tongue around your nipple—bringing the nub in between his teeth and nibbling on it.

“Such pretty titties—so soft, so big—your body belongs in an art museum. You’re a masterpiece. Everything about you—I can’t even wrap my head around your beauty. You’re really a sight for sore eyes you know that?”

Slowly, you shaking my brought your palm up to his face and cupped his cheek feather lightly. You brought your free hand in to his hair and softly tugged at his curly, brown locks.

“I—I love you Mark—“

“Mmm—I love you more baby girl. So much more. Every time you say those three words, I feel like a little kid who’s crush complimented his outfit. You do wonders on my heart. What did I do to deserve you?”

Out of no where, he lifted up one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder. This position allowed him to reach deeper inside of you which you didn’t even know there was more of you for him to reach.

“Shit—shit, just like that Mark—“

“You like that baby?”

You nodded in agreement fervently; he needed to know the effect that this position was having on you. Something about having him on top of you, even if missionary was a position that most people considered boring and ordinary—you felt like you were going to burst in to flames at any moment. The sound of his pelvis clapping against your ass cheeks sounded off throughout the room. It only heightened the sexual desire that already filled up the atmosphere. His grip on your lower waist tightened as the two of you grew closer and closer to your ends.

“So tight—so wet—so perfect and all mine.”

He brought your other leg up on to his shoulder and you could fill your orgasm right at the edge. A loud moan fell from his lips and he tried to conceal it by smashing his mouth against yours, but you only felt the vibration on your tongue as he hummed in contentment.

“Mark—I can’t—it’s too much—“

“I know baby, I know. I’m almost there too. Can you hold on for just a little longer?”

With all the energy you could muster, you nodded against his chest and allowed him to reconnect your lips together; his speed was relentless and with the way the bed was creaking, you knew that there was a huge chance it would break soon and you would get yet another noise complaint. Probably the seventh one in the last month. You were secretly hoping that he was closer than you were and that he was only holding on as long as possible so you both could continue your late night romp.

Your boyfriend was a nymphomaniac; sex might not have been the most important part of your relationship, but after a long, stressful day at work, he found relief in releasing his anger and frustration on your body. Making love was even better—but it didn’t matter how the two of you were intimate, just having your skin against his and your tongue battling for dominance with his, the sensation never failed to turn his sour mood in to a much happier and lighter one.

He was happiest being one with you. Just by the way he let go of your hips to intertwine your hands together, you were confident that he was about to cum. Whenever he was at his end, he’d stop whatever he was doing to hold your hands and leaned back so that he could get a better look at you. Seeing your fucked out state; sweat dripping down your neck and chest, cheeks flushed with warmth, hair sticking to your forehead, mouth gasping for air—knowing that he was the cause behind your beautiful glow, it brought him confidence and glee.

Soon, you were being filled with his warm creamy liquid in spurts—the sensation of being full of his sperm was one that you still haven’t gotten used to. It was just that mind blowing. Your orgasm followed in suit just seconds after. It felt like a tidal wave swallowing you whole, you were drowning but in the best way. It was hard to describe; but it was a high you never wanted to come down from. You were speechless; there were no words to describe just how on top of the world you were currently feeling.

Mark called it a sex high. Whenever you and your boyfriend would find yourselves tangled in the sheets, you felt like you were in another world. Maybe it was just a high off of Mark himself. He was hot; there was no doubt about it and honestly you could stare at him all day if time permitted you to. For a couple of minutes, there was a peaceful silence.

All you wanted to do was calm your rapid heartbeat and to get your breathing under control. Mark’s heart pounded against your chest and his dick that was once hard as a rock was now soft and limp inside of your cavern—neither of you moved; he was pressed up against your breasts and his head was smashed up along your collarbone. Your mind was too hazy to really feel the stickiness of his sweaty body, but if this were under different circumstances you probably would’ve pushed him off.

Less than five minutes later, Mark leaned back enough so that he had a better view to look at you. He gently brushed back some of your hair and glided his thumb along your cheek—bringing it down to your bottom lip. The soft smile he was giving you as you placed a kiss amongst the calloused digit sent electricity through your veins. In times like these; where you were bare, not just physically but spiritually and mentally and in the comfort of your boyfriends arms, you always felt so safe—so at ease, so serene, so loved.

You might have just did something so naughty, yet you couldn’t help but blush timidly. No matter how many times the two of you relished in your love for one another, you always felt so shy with his wandering eyes gazing all along your body. Even if he’s seen you naked at least a hundred times, you still found yourself turning red under his stare.

A few sweet kisses were placed against your mouth as what you assumed was a distraction because as he began to nibble on your bottom lip, he slowly pulled himself out from your slick walls. The two of you groaned at the feeling of emptiness; you gave him a glare—upset that he pulled out so soon especially since you told him earlier that you were in the mood for cockwarming.

“Mark—“

“I know, I’m sorry baby. I just want to clean you up and get us ready for bed. I think your pussy puts me to sleep a lot more often now. But if you want to take a bath, I can go prepare one for you—“

Something about the thought of fucking Mark to exhaustion made you giggle. Especially because moments ago, he was wanting to continue having sex for much longer. “No, I don’t think I can walk you asshole. I’ll just take one in the morning before my shift. But thank you. Am I wearing you out Tuan?”

“Yes and I’m not afraid to admit it. I think five orgasms in less than two hours would do that to someone. You’re so fucking sexy and so damn good to me there’s no point in trying to conceal my feelings for the sake of my pride. I’d shout it at the top of my lungs if I had to—I’m completely whipped for you and I have every intention on keeping it that way for the rest of our lives. Now, I’ll be right back okay?”

With a couple of kisses against the corner of your mouth, he disappeared in to your bathroom. It was only natural for you to snicker to yourself at the sight of his cute little butt as he quickly walked over to get a warm wash cloth and a bottle of water. You decided to take that time to reminisce on tonight’s escapade.

Every time you thought about your love making sessions with Mark, your stomach would swarm with butterflies. In the beginning of your relationship when you were just beginning to learn more and more about each other, the sex the two of you would experiment in was exciting, fun and intoxicating—not that it wasn’t like that anymore.

But now that you were both so madly in love with one another, it was more passionate, more meaningful and a lot more desirable. You always had to be touching him and without even having to ask him, he’d always have his hands on you too. The bed sank and before you could even comprehend what was going on, a wet towel was gently being brushed along your lower body.

He first got in between your thighs, making sure to wipe up any excess cum that might have dripped from your entrance. Then he brought it up to your navel, making sure to rid visible sweat—then finally he cleaned your folds and with the way a tingling sensation began to develop, you knew he was purposely taking his time to mess around with and to get a rise out of you.

Right as you were about to whine in attempts to get him to stop, he got another washcloth and wiped your face. Mark was well aware of how your skincare was very important to you. He’d watch you take the time to put on moisturizer, toner and sunscreen on in the mornings and right before bed.

It was the little things that he recognized that made your heart swell; no matter how many times a day he’d tell you that he loved you, he professed his love just a little bit more through his actions. Once he was done, he helped you put on a clean pair of underwear and one of his t-shirts—a reoccurring act of affection he did not too long after you came down from your highs.

With a sweet kiss on your forehead, he went back in to the bathroom to prepare for bed; brushing his teeth and putting on a pair of sweatpants before taking his spot next to you under the covers. By instinct, you were pulled up against his chest and his arms snaked around your hips. He left wet kisses all along your face; making sure to steal a few pecks from your lips as he smiled against your mouth.

“That was mind blowing as always. My pretty—pretty baby, you’re so fucking perfect. What did I do to deserve you? God, I can’t believe it’s been so long since we’ve made love—“

“It’s been three days Mark—“

“Exactly. That’s a long time baby. Especially because I crave you every second of the day. I can’t get over how wonderful you are. Literally flawless. Rest up baby, once you come home tomorrow I’m having you again and again and again—“

“Oh God, how I’m not pregnant at this point is still a mystery to me. Horndog.”

He let out the most adorable little giggle while turning your body so that he was spooning you. He’s told you many times that as much as he loved being able to see your face, he was more comfortable in this position. You were confident it was because he’d get to feel your ass pressed up against his length, but you didn’t want him feeling embarrassed if that was the real reason behind. Besides, you felt so safe and protected in this position.

However, you’ve been contemplating on voicing your feelings about how nights would end right after you and your boyfriend would tap out from either exhaustion or overstimulation. Sure, you loved the cuddling and being held by him, but that was pretty much it. He’d kiss you a couple of times and then he’d say good night. If you both had even the tiniest amount of energy, you’d stay up and talk about whatever it was that your hearts desired.

You wanted to kiss him for much longer than the fleeting kisses—you fantasized about spending a little more time with his soft lips on yours. Maybe he saved the makeout sessions for the bedroom. But even during sex, the kisses were hot and wild—in the heat of the moment, but you were too busy focusing on being penetrated to really enjoy kissing him.

“Well, I mean my pullout game is the best—“

“You literally just came inside of me that’s a joke right?”

He let out a scoff of disbelief and although you couldn’t see him, he playfully rolled his eyes. “I mean, well, you know—yeah whatever. The thought of impregnating you is a huge kink of mine. You’re stuck with me for the rest of our lives. You’re going to be the best mother one day and the cutest little pregnant lady. I can’t wait to see you swollen with my baby and I’m even more impatient in finally starting a family with you. You really are the love of my life. Look at how sappy you’ve made me. Mmm, I love you, I love you, I love you. Sweet dreams my love.”

Hearing him confess all that he did about his love for you and the future the two of you had together—you couldn’t stop the smile from taking over the entirety of your face. Almost every single thing Mark said—no matter how naughty or straight up cheesy it was never failed to make your heartbeat increase. You were soon feeling silly for worrying about such a minuscule thing and you wished it could have been enough for you. Yet, the question was on the tip of your tongue; you were mentally battling with yourself.

There had to be a reason why the kissing stopped once you both reached your fill. You didn’t want to seem too clingy or overdramatic—maybe you were overthinking things. Your mind kept telling you to leave it alone and that he had his reasons, yet you couldn’t stop the tiny voice in your head that begged you to continue to pry at him. Mark looked down at you in curiosity when you turned around to face him. He lifted up your chin and furrowed his brows in confusion.

“Everything alright y/n?”

“Why don’t you kiss me more?” Your question was muffled since you were too shy to ask him out right and hid your face in the crook of his neck.

“What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you—“

“I want you to kiss me more.”

“Wait, what? What do you mean? Where is this coming from baby?”

An exasperated sigh fell from your lips and you were soon regretting actually asking him the question that’s been weighing heavy on your mind for months now. It was extremely silly now that the question was actually out there but the reason why your relationship with your boyfriend had been so healthy all these years is because conversation was one of the most important keys to making sure you were both on the same page.

The last thing Mark wanted was for you to be uncomfortable or to feel as though you had to hide your feelings for his sake. Which is why you weren’t surprised to see him looking at you worriedly, waiting patently for you to go in to further detail.

“Right before we go to bed, whether it’s after sex or just once we’re done doing whatever it is after we both come home from work, you give me a few kisses and then we cuddle and fall asleep. Don’t get me wrong, I really enjoy doing those things. I just—I want more. I love kissing you if you didn’t already know that by now. Kissing you is one of my favorite activities that we do because your lips are so addicting. But we only ever passionately kiss during sex and when we make out it usually leads to love making and theres really nothing wrong with that. I just wish we could kiss without having it end up or only be during sex.”

Although the lights were off and you could barely see him, you could tell he was wearing a blank expression on his face. He continued his ministrations of gliding his fingers along your sides but he stayed silent for a few moments. You wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow you whole; you were so embarrassed but this was your boyfriend.

He needed to know how you felt if your relationship was going to continue as beautifully as it currently was. To your surprise, he lifted up your chin and reconnected your lips together in a very passionate kiss. His hands cupped either sides of your face and he roughly nipped and sucked on your lips; leaving you breathless as he deepened the kiss further.

It was only natural for you to smile against his mouth; you were hoping you didn’t upset him and that he was only kissing you like this to please you. You were hoping he too was finding some enjoyment in kissing you right now. As his lips continued to attack yours, he took that chance to flip you on top of your back and stole a couple more kisses before sucking on your sweet spot right below your ear. This was what you wanted; it felt so wonderful and you felt even more closer to him than you felt a little over half an hour ago with his cock buried deep inside of you.

“How was that? By that gorgeous smile of yours and the way your lips are swollen I’m assuming you quite liked that.” You nodded in agreement and stole a few kisses from the corner of his mouth.

“I’m sorry if I made you feel as though I’m not interested in continuing our intimacy once we’re about to go to bed. Trust me, kissing you is my favorite thing to do with you too. You drive me fucking crazy. I’ve actually questioned myself about this numerous times too but I just assumed you were tired and I didn’t want to press you in to doing something just because I wanted to do it. Plus—“

He led your hand down to his sweatpants and your cheeks grew warm at the feeling of his hardened cock. It never failed to make you laugh seeing as how easy it was for him to grow horny at just the simplest touch. “This is why our make out sessions lead to sex and why I was hesitant about telling you that I wanted to be more intimate with you rather than the small pecks and holding you before falling asleep myself. It’s just going to lead in to another round. God, I sound like such a nymphomaniac but I’m proud to say that I am. I got a very sexy girlfriend, who could blame me for wanting to relish in our love at least once a day? Well, now that I know how you feel y/n, I would love to kiss you more. A lot more. why don’t we experiment a little tonight and see where it leads tomorrow?” You beamed up with him and with all the energy you still had left inside of you, flipped your bodies so you were on top. It obviously riled him up and the cheeky grin he was giving you sent warmth to your core.

“That sounds like a plan. Now kiss me.”

“With pleasure.”

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