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solarsystementertainment · 1 year ago

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I was wondering if there might be a possibility of a drabble or fic with Taehoon where it's like the first day of the group having all the pets at home and he wasn't sure how much allergy meds to take since there are so many new animals, that he doesn't quite get the dosage right and so everyone suspects his allergies but he doesn't seem bothered etc.

And or if there could be a drabble or fic where the guys finally say something to Jasper about his sensitivity to the animals or where it's turns into an actually allergy after being around them so long?

I know you are super busy with your main, and I'm a huge fan! Just wanted to know if these could possibly happen? Thanks!!

Here it is. Hope you enjoy

Prompt 1

Today was the day. The members of Zodiac had spent the past week visiting shelters to look for some animals to adopt. Today was the day that the animals would be moving into their dorm. It was actually a little bit peculiar, the three cats and two dogs they had decided to adopt were actually grouped together. They had apparently developed a bond and the employees had told them that when they had tried to put them in separate areas, hunger strikes and behavior issues occured. Ultimately the shelter decided to try their best to get the five animals adopted together if possible. Jehyuk, Wonjae, Woong, and Junseok went to go pick up the group’s new pets while the rest of the group finished making sure they had everything they needed. Taehoon was currently locked in the bathroom looking at the bottle of antihistamines he picked up from the drugstore the other day.

He knew that he needed to start taking them everyday since he is VERY allergic to animal fur, but he wasn’t sure how much would be the correct dosage to counteract his allergies. He had seen an allergist years ago when he was still in elementary school. His family had been dogsitting for some friends and they had thought that he had caught a particularly bad cold until the dog returned to its owners and his symptoms went away. The allergist had told him that he was basically allergic to anything with fur and his family had decided to stop watching friend’s pets and also decided that they weren’t going to adopt any furry friends. Taehoon ultimately decided to go with a half dose, because surely his allergies to fur can't be that bad.

Taehoon was sitting in the living room with the rest of his members while the animals explored their new home. It has barely been ten minutes since the animals were brought into the dorm and Taehoon's nose was getting increasingly itchy. He's pretty sure he's already rubbed his nose at least five times. He was doing his best to will himself not to sneeze because he didn't want the newly adopted animals to get returned.

"Hih-stschhh, heh-stschhh, heh-stschhh." Taehoon abruptly sneezed into his hands as he had been trying to rub the most recent itchy sensation away. He grabbed some tissues from one of the many boxes they keep lying around and blew his nose. He then excused himself to the bathroom to wash his hands. While he was in the bathroom, Taehoon wound up stifling a couple more sneezes. He sighed as he realized he definitely didn’t take enough medication and that he was going to be sneezing for a while. Taehoon blew his nose again before leaving the bathroom.

Taehoon returned to the living room, not realizing that his nose had taken on a pink tinge from all the rubbing he'd been doing. He found himself subconsciously sniffling as he sat back down. Almost as soon as he sat down, one of the cats decided to investigate Taehoon's lap. He was extremely excited at the fact that one of the cats was now climbing into his lap. But, he was also now a little more concerned, as there was now a direct source of animal dander just a few inches from his nose. He wasn't sure if the current itch in his sinuses was psychosomatic or not, but he brought his hand up to his nose and rubbed anyway.

Over the course of the next twenty or so minutes, the frequency of Taehoon's sniffling increased. There were also some wetter sounding sniffles where you could hear mucous getting sucked back. It also definitely did not help that the cat that decided to explore Taehoon's lap had gotten herself comfy and had fallen asleep. Fortunately for Taehoon, he was ecstatic because the cat had settled extremely quickly and he was now able to give her head scritches. Unfortunately for Taehoon, he felt like he was going to explode soon and he couldn't get up.

"Can soh-someone pass me the tih-issue please?" Taehoon's breathing was beginning to hitch and he needed something to cover with fast. Merlin passed him the nearest box of tissues. Unfortunately, Taehoon's nose passed its breaking point just as he had grabbed the box.

"Heh-nxgt, heh-nxgtshhh, heh-stschhh, heh-stschhh, hih-stschhh, HEH-NGstiewww."

The fit had been very rapid fire, and hadn’t really allowed Taehoon any time to pull any tissues out of the box. This resulted in him half covering the fit that had come out as he tried to get the tissues he so desperately needed. Taehoon pulled several tissues from the box as soon as he was done sneezing and blew his nose.

"Bless you times six. You good Tae?" Merlin asked. Taehoon nodded as he sneezed again into the tissues.

"I'm great, hyung. Just a bit…sneezy." Taehoon said. He finished blowing his nose. He then somewhat instinctively rubbed at his nose, trying to make sure he was currently rid of the itch.

Over the next hour Taehoon continued to sneeze. After one particularly bad fit of twelve sneezes, Taehoon became a bit fed up. "I'm going to get some fresh air." He said as he sniffled. Taehoon carefully moved the cat that was on his lap and grabbed his phone before leaving the dorm.

After Taehoon left the room, the eleven other men exchanged glances. "Anybody else think that hyung isn't okay?" Jihoon asked. A lot of the members nodded in agreement.

"Looked like allergies to me, and since I'm an allergic mess ninety nine percent of the time, I'm pretty sure that's what's affecting Taehoon." Daehyun said.

"Do you think hyung knows he's allergic to the pets we just adopted? Woong asked.

"If Hyung doesn't know he's allergic to animals, he's in for a rude awakening."Junseok said.

"That's assuming it's allergies and that he's not aware of it. He could have come down with a very intense sneezy cold all of a sudden. Or he might know he's allergic and is simply choosing to suffer." Arthur replied. The conversation got dropped after that because Arthur did have a point.

Taehoon returned about an hour later carrying a couple of doughnut boxes. "I went for a walk then decided to get snacks for everyone." Taehoon said as he placed the boxes in the kitchen. The eleven other men all went up to grab a doughnut and went back to the living room. While Taehoon had been out on his walk, the others had started watching a drama..

It wasn’t even fifteen minutes later that Taehoon’s nose began bothering him again. Taehoon found himself rapidly grabbing a towel that Jehyuk had laid out for the doughnuts and putting it over his mouth.

“heh-stieshh, hih-stieshhhh, heh-stieshhhieghhh.” Taehoon wiped his mouth and made a disgusted face as he looked at the paper towel before throwing it away. Taehoon sat back down with the group, audibly sniffling. After another hour and a half, Taehoon, who was still very much sniffly, stood up and grabbed one of the boxes of tissues they keep around and went to his room. He unintentionally slammed the door behind him and shouted sorry right after. The other could hear a prolonged sneezing fit coming from the room, and it sounded like Taehoon was just letting the sneezes out instead of covering in any way shape or form.

After several minutes, the sneezing fit coming from Taehoon seemed to stop. Or at least the sneezing was no longer audible through the wall. The others exchanged semi worried glances while continuing to watch the drama and pet their new pets.

Eventually Taehoon comes out of his room with tissues pressed to his nose. “Wonjae hyung, Can you help with something at the company please?” Wonjae nodded and stood up. As the duo left, Wonjae grabbed one of the disposable masks the group keeps next to the door.

“What do you need help with Tae?” Wonjae asked as the duo began walking to the company. Taehoon suddenly sneezed into his ball of soiled tissues and siffled wetly. Wonjae couldn’t help but flinch a little at the sneeze. Especially because he was able to see a little bit of spray.

“I’m sorry hyung. I know that was gross.” Taehoon sniffled again. “I didn’t realize I was so allergic to animals.I don’t really know what to do. I mean I only took a half dose of medication, but if my allergies are that bad with only a half dose, I can’t imagine m-y sym-heh-stieshhh, hih-stieshhh, symptoms improving much on a full dose. I also really don’t want to bring them back to the shelter just because my immune system is over reacting.”

Wonjae listened as Taehoon rambled. “So you already knew that you’re allergic to animals, just not how badly?” Taehoon nodded.

“I’d recommend a nasal rinse to help clear your sinuses and then start taking a full dose of your meds. Assuming you're currently taking some over the counter stuff, I’d also suggest going to an allergist to see if they do anything.” Wonjae advised. “Let’s head to the pharmacy and see what we can find.

Wonjae took Taehoon to the pharmacy and the older helped the younger look at the potentially allergy relief items they had.

“One more thing hyung, can you please not tell the others about how severely allergic I am to animals? As I said before, I don’t want our new pets to be returned to the shelter.” Wonjae responded with a nod and a pinky swear. “You should know Tae, the others all already think you’re allergic to the animals, they just don’t want to bring it up.” “That makes sense. I still want to keep it between us though.” Wonjae nodded his head again and they finished getting their things at the pharmacy.

Prompt 2

It’s been almost a year since Zodiac debuted, and almost ten months since the members adopted their five pets. All twelve members have had the past few days off, but no one has really been leaving the dorm at all. It’s either been hot and muggy, or it’s been raining. Wonjae was really the only one that left. But he had left for his own apartment to spend some quality time with his boyfriend.

This left the other eleven men to bond a bit. Sure they had all left for at least a little bit to spend time with their own families, which Arthur and Merlin spent cuddling on the couch. But for the most part, they just stayed in the dorm.

Being in close quarters for an extended period was interesting. Sure the members live and work together, but they still get space from each other throughout the day. However, with not having any schedules and the weather not really allowing a desire to go out, the eleven members had been sequestered together for three days now.

The eleven men had just finished breakfast and were sitting down in the living room for a movie marathon. Specifically The Hobbit and Lord of the Rings. They had just barely started the first movie when there was a mini outburst from the maknae.

“Hihktchh, heh-ktschhh, hih-ktchhh, heh-ktchhh.” Jasper kept his hand over his nose because some amount of snot had been released. Merlin passed him a tissue box. “Are you feeling okay Jas? You’ve been sneezing a lot the past couple of days.” The older inquired. It’s true. Normally Jasper only sneezes a couple of times, but lately, he’s been having small fits fairly frequently.

Jasper nodded. “I’m fine hyung. I think my rhinitis is acting up.” He says as he blows his nose “You have rhinitis?” Jehyuk asks.

Once again, Jasper nods. “Yes. Or at least I’m pretty sure I do hyung. I can’t really think of another reason for my increased sneezing and early morning stuffiness other than rhinitis.” A few of the others exchange looks.

“And do you recall when you started sneezing more frequently and waking up with a stuffy nose?” Woong asked.

“I think I developed rhinitis shortly after we got our pets.” As if summoned, Sagwa hops up on Jasper’s lap and gets comfortable. Fifteen seconds later, Jasper sneezes five more times.

“Dude, I think you’re allergic to animals.” Arthur said

“What makes you say that?” Jasper said, sounding a little offended.

“You just said that your nose started giving you problems around the time we got the pets. Add that to the fact that you’ve been completely cooped up inside with them as opposed to leaving for several hours throughout the day means symptoms are worse. Especially if you aren’t taking any medication.” Daehyun said, only to rapidly take a couple of tissues for himself and sneezed six times.

Jasper thought for a couple of moments. “I suppose that could be true.” He paused to sniffle and blow his nose again. “But what about Taehoon hyung? He’s way worse than me and you’re not confronting him about possibly being allergic to pets.” Jasper said this a bit defensively.

“Oh, I’m definitely highly allergic to animals. To the point my meds don’t always work. Wonjae hyung already knows and helps me out on really bad days. I never said anything to the rest of you mainly because I was afraid that all of you would insist on bringing them back to the shelter. Also, none of you ever asked.” Taehoon disappeared to his room and came back with a medicine box.

��Here, try one of these. It’s just over the counter stuff I take when my prescription runs out before I’ve had a chance to get an appointment with my allergist.” Taehoon said as he popped a pill out of the package and handed it to Jasper. Jihoon had gone to get a glass of water. Jasper thought for a second before accepting the pill and swallowing it down with water.

As the next hour passes, Jasper’s condition improves greatly. The amount of sneezing decreased and so did the sniffling. “You think I need to start seeing an allergist too?” He asks, wiping his nose with his wrist, more out of instinct than anything else.

“Only if you want to. It would probably be a good idea, bare minimum to confirm the animals are what you’re allergic to. But again, it’s up to you.” Youngbin says. Jasper ponders for several moments. “I think I’ll schedule an allergy test, but I don’t think anything else is necessary.”

The group went back to watching the movie. Some of them fell asleep after only an hour, so the movie got turned off.

#zodiac kpop group #sickfic #sneeze

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thessalian · 2 years ago

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Thess vs Christmas Shopping

My friends have told me that the working from home has really been doing me very obvious good. Which I entirely agree with. Just one minor problem with feeling better: it’s easier to forget that there are still limitations.

My mother finally gave me some ideas for things for the parentals for Christmas. I mean, their primary want was for me to not spend too much money, which was going to happen anyway. Seriously, all I wanted was some indications of what sorts of flavours they like so I could maybe make them things. And if my stepfather was actually good with consumables this year because last year was “EVERYONE got me food last year; please stop”. Apparently the ban on food for my stepfather has been lifted this year. So I finally found out that my mother’s into caramel these days and as for my stepfather ... well, we wanted something that they never get because my mother hates it but my stepfather likes it, so it essentially came down to peanut butter.

All of this? Necessitated a shopping trip. I needed to go out for pain meds and probably some antihistamines anyway--

Oh yeah, did I mention that I’ve now developed something called dyshidrotic ezcema on my hands - well, technically only on my right hand, which is really annoying - and now I have itchy, painful bumps along most of the fingers. The websites recommended antihistamines to help the itching, so I’m doing that. Still, this is my life. Yaaaaaaaaay.

--right, so,needed the big Sainsbury’s with its equally big pharmacy section and pharmacy counter. I knew it was going to be bad. I knew it was going to be crowded. But I was feeling pretty good so I thought, yeah, okay, I can handle this.

As I went through the various bits of shopping, I realised that this would henceforth be known as Mistake Number One. Because I was getting ingredients for two different types of fudge and cookies (I mean, okay, three-ingredient peanut butter cookies, but still), and meds, and a couple of gifts (my mother’s birthday is tomorrow, I’m meeting her for dinner on Tuesday, and I was going to just give her a keyring but there were these little unicorn-shaped Christmas tree lights and she collects unicorns and they were on sale so those are for her birthday and the resin keyring I made for her will be part of the Christmas present), and some kitchen essentials, and some groceries to tide me over during the holiday period. The expense of it was manageable. The weight? Oof. But I didn’t have that many options. I have no illusions that there’s going to be a grocery delivery slot available any time before the New Year.

So that was a not-very-fun hour or so. People standing indecisive in front of things I wanted and refusing to move. People parking their trolleys in the middle of the aisle. People shoving their carts around with their eyes on the shopping list on their phones instead of the people they were about to hit with their carts (seriously, one of them was going backwards while she did this). And then, of course, not only was the bus crowded but this one lady insisted on barging in front of me and taking up the priority seats so that I had to haul myself up onto one of the higher seats and precariously balance way too much shopping. And on top of all of that? It was raining. I mean, at least the temperature’s above freezing now. Just ... not very high above freezing. If it freezes overnight, we’re going to have a bigger black ice problem than we already do. Doesn’t look like it’s going to, though; in fact, looks like it’s going to go into the double digits by tomorrow, the temperature!

...I normally like it when it snows. Disability and this country’s horrific energy tariffs have broken me, apparently.

Anyway, point is that I Got Shit Done. I got:

Some Thess’ Kitchen Essentials, mostly enough fixings for tuna broccoli lemon pasta for quite some time (low on broccoli, but that was too much to contemplate so I’ll have to go out to one of the smaller grocery stores tomorrow) but also stuff like vegetable oil (FUCK that got expensive) and coffee

A chunk of lamb breast for roasting - probably Christmas Eve dinner - and some potatoes to have with it

The unicorn-shaped Christmas lights, and a box of sample-sized speciality liqueurs for Mum

Another box of the same speciality liqueurs because I found a recipe for microwave boozy fudge so I figure I’ll make her some salted caramel vodka fudge and I can have espresso martini fudge

Fixings for various types of fudge for both parentals and three-ingredient peanut butter cookies for David. This involved a fair bit of sugar, some eggs, two tins of sweetened condensed milk, butter, and the aforementioned peanut butter in a big damn jar

A couple of treats for me (gluten-free chocolate chip cookies, some gummy sweets, some cola)

Just imagine what that was like to lug home.

So yeah, I did a stupid thing and now I am paying for it. I feel accomplished, even if I do also feel in immense pain. Now I’m just going to sit and whimper for awhile. At least I won’t have to do quite that much again until the New Year, when there won’t be any particular reason to rush a grocery shop.

#Thess has fibromyalgia #Thess cooks #holiday cheer

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theninjasanctuary · 8 months ago

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Feeling pestered by the fact that Sellpy has an Easter discount 2 days after I placed an order, and everything left on my watch list is either too pricy to consider going for it, or things I have no reason to buy even if they're cheap...

Anyway. I've had an astoundingly useless day at home, slept for 8ish hours but it must have been terrible quality sleep; between my latest head cold and the allergy season, or not having the energy to dust properly, I am producing so much snot, and all the pseudoephedrine, and the nasal steroid, and antihistamines I've been taking daily barely make any difference. OTL

And PMS is kicking in, I'm trying to smother a breakout around my chin, my face looks terrible in general, and I'm hungry af (but didn't have the energy to go shop for treats, so at least there's that).

I need to get some work things done. OTL

Yesterday, had a meeting and a seminar, and then went out with some of my team mates to an Argentinian restaurant and had one of the biggest salads I've ever seen. The grilled chicken was pretty good.

Who goes to an Argentinian place to have the chicken? Well, me, as I've come to the realization I'm fine with not eating red meat. In fact I think I just dislike beef. I'm not in the habit of eating it anyway, but there's all this pro-beef messaging about how delicious a well-made beef dish is... well I had a venison steak at a nice restaurant early last year, almost bloody, and while I ate it all, I wished I'd picked the fish instead. And I ate a beef burger at a cool French hipster restaurant in January, hungry after a long day - it was well made, with all the extras, and yet I just wished I'd picked the chicken burger instead while I was eating it. OTL (They no longer had fish and chips on the menu, a shame, since they did them fabulously the year before.)

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forensicated · 9 months ago

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Gina: I've got to go talk to the Borough Commander! Smithy: Off for your pat on the back? Gina: You'll have to pay to talk to me soon! Amber: Feeling a bit rough Sarge, after Yvonne's do? Smithy: *fake smile* None of your business. Gina: *chuckles at hung over Smithy* Oh dear... *tweaks his tie* You look lovely... Smithy: I don't remember much past the champagne, but what I do know is that I should never try and keep up with you...

Smithy: It was probably better it ended when it did. I know I got out my depth... Gina: You lightweight... Smithy: I don't mean cos of the drink...

Gina: *to Smithy* Oi you, lighten up. ...And I think you should stick to fruit juice in the future.

Siobhan: Insurance Indemnity form? Smithy: Yep, it's nothing to worry about Siobhan, it just means if you get shot, stabbed, or even strangled, I'm not responsible. Siobhan: Is it alright if I read it first? Smithy: *smirk and watches her walk off* Am I right in thinking this wasn't her idea? Sheelagh: She's never at her best this early, but she's always been interested in a police career, deep down. Smithy: Very deep down by the look of it. Sheelagh: She's bored rigid in her job at the minute, I'm hoping this might inspire her. Smithy: Well, we'll have to make it exciting as possible for her, won't we! Smithy: I want you out on the High Street today, high visibility; let's show the public that we're value for money...

Smithy: JT mentioned you were upset this morning. Did the postman bring you some bad news? Smithy: June, if you need a shoulder, take your pick.

Zain: Smithy, we might have a lead on Pete Larsen... Smithy: Good, the sooner he goes down the better. Zain: So you can walk off into the sunset with his wife? Smithy: No. Me and Louise, we're finished. Zain: Well that's a good thing. Sleeping with Pete Larsen's wife is about as suicidal as it can get. So look on the bright side, your life expectancy just increased dramatically. Reg: It seems what he's nicked isn't quite right... Smithy: I've had better tat out of a Christmas cracker...

Smithy: What happened to your motor? Man: *shrugs* Kids? Smithy: A brick through the window…yes. Paint stripper? *raises eyebrow*

Smithy: Jimmy, you disappoint me… Jimmy: It’s all legal! George (Kerry’s Dad): It’s good to meet you, Smithy. I’d heard a lot about you. Smithy: Yeah? George: You and Kerry were close? Went out? Smithy: No, we er…we were just mates. George: Good mates from what I can work out, she had a lot of time for you. Smithy: I had a lot of time for her n’all. George: I don’t think she was finding it easy being a police officer, but she said if there was one copper she thought she had to model herself on. Smithy: Really? George: She thought you were brilliant, tough when you had to be, always fair, never unkind. She saw you as a knight in shinning armor, definitely one of the good guys

Gabriel: I wonder where I’d have gone for my stag party. Smithy: Some dive, probably. Usually the best man’s job. Gabriel: Well that’d probably have been you.

Bob: What you doing? Smithy: I'm taking you for a drink. Bob: No, hold on a minute, I've still got me slippers on, Shirley's not home, I haven't eaten! Smithy: Yeah well, don't worry about your slippers, you can leave her a note, and I'm sure she'll keep your dinner in the oven, and anyway, I've already shot you once. You don't think a kidnap's gonna bother me, do ya?

Ian: You don't have a bottle of water up front, do you Dan? I'm not feeling too well. Dan: Fraid not, sir. You still suffering from the fish? Ian: Yes...how do you know? Dan: Er, Mrs Barrett spoke to me this morning, and she knows I suffer from food allergies, and erm, she asked me which antihistamine I find works best... Ian: Really? What brand's that? Dan: Hister..histerects. Ian: Histerects? Never heard of that one, will have to keep my eye open for it. Roger: Sarge, can I have a word? Smithy: If it's sorry, yeah...

Dan: I should have sat tight, shouldn't I? I should have let Prosser take the flack.

Nick: "An apology would be nice, Michael." Mickey: *glares and walks past him*

Tony: "What's that?" Dan: "A pasty" Reg: "Cornish?" Dan: *sniffs* "...yeah."

Dan: Don't puke on me trousers, I haven't got another pair.

Dan: "No I said I wasn't going on a hot date" Leela: "Why, you going on a cold one?"

*Dan and Amber are arguing in the corridor* Smithy: Now now girls, come here, I've got a job for you

Mickey: It's not Kate... Debbie: Aww, you do fancy her... Mickey: Shut up will ya!

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older-and-far-away · 1 year ago

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My fun thanksgiving week:

So, on Thursday, I started noticing pressure sensitive itching ALL over. Which is super cool because scratching makes it INSTANTLY TEN TIMES WORSE.

On Friday I called out of work because I felt not only itchy but also generally awful. Now I don't know if I got exposed to a little virus and that upset my immune system or if my immune system was so upset it just took me out, but either way I was suddenly sick and had to call out of work.

Half an hour later, my boss called to yell at me for calling out with no coverage available and said unless I could get coverage for the next day I had to be there.

So itching everywhere and feeling like death, unwashed and in my sweats and slippers, I drove to the city and made it two hours into my shift Saturday before I felt so awful I couldn't go on and broke down crying and my coworkers sent me home. I went home to try to sleep and the itching was so bad I couldn't even relax and I took myself over to the ER and they gave me some low dose Prednisone and stronger Benadryl.

I went home and spent the next three days mostly in bed itching (like my skin was on FIRE, mind you), and trying to sleep through the itching. I had no appetite and have royally screwed up my SSRIs which is a fun adventure for next week me to deal with.

Here are some fun pictures of my itchy blotchy skin:

A lot of those aren't from scratching, despite looking like it. List from the soft waistband of my pants or...um...air, I guess. 🙄

Anyway, went BACK to urgent care yesterday and got a DIFFERENT antihistamine and a stronger graduated course of prednisone that I started this morning. I managed to eat about 1/4 of a bowl of phô yesterday! AND a few bites of bread!

(I keep wondering why I'm so week and shaky and then remember I basically didn't eat for 4 or 5 days. I lost about 5 pounds between my ER visit on Saturday night and my urgent care appointment Wednesday morning)

This is me this morning before my new high prednisone dose, after a shower - hot water really brings out those histamines but it is NOVEMBER and I am not taking a cool shower.

This is so fun!

Anyway, usually on Thanksgiving, my friends and I do an adventure day but this year I will just be dropping by my mom's friendsgiving, briefly, IF I have the energy.

Anyway, still pretty itchy but I think the steroids ARE kicking in. 🤞🤞🤞🤞

This is so fun

#autobiographical #health #tw: autoimmune #dermatographia

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fluffy-critter · 2 years ago

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#crosspost #busybee

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psychoticallytrans · 1 year ago

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Update from my friend: "because I can't answer replies for some reason, to the person who suggested a holter monitor, I did have one put on a couple years ago to check for tachycardia and arrhythmia but they noticed nothing arrhythmic so they just gave me the thumbs up, went "looks like there's nothing irregular, the tachycardia is probably one of your meds, but your heart rate is mostly normal, so you're fine" and sent me home :') Currently some kind of dysautonomia is looking like the most likely lead, but I'm unsure what kind since my symptoms are really weird: When standing after laying down for 10 minutes, heart rate goes up 20bpm and stays up, and pulse pressure drops as low as 17mmHg (compared to 36mmHg while lying down); systolic barely twitches but diastolic skyrockets (overall change was from 117/81 and 118bpm before getting up to 116/99 and 141bpm 4 minutes after standing up) Oh also my skin is a little weird-stretchy but it's not weird-stretchy to the level of drasticness that ehlers-danlos generally involves"

Additionally, their current medications:

60mg Vyvanse, 2x 20mg Adderall boosters as needed, 50mg Pristiq, 50mg Strattera

Edit for some of the suggestions: My understanding of MCAS is that it's essentially having an overactive allergy system- is there a symptom set that I'm unaware for why two people have recommended it? In addition, antihistamines (they take Benadryl to sleep) have not helped. From them: "Also If antihistamines helped, I'd be feeling fucking phenomenal this week with all the fuckin benadryl in my system I'm also sensitive to latex and allergic to pollen but I've never experienced anaphylaxis so it's def not MCAS ,,,I was also mildly allergic to tomatoes as a kid, I think And caffeine does make me itch all over sometimes but caffeine pisses off histamines anyways so that's mostly normal" "Also re: hypermobile EDS, my joints are a lil funky, yeah, but not, like, That Fuckin Funky Like I did look into EDS and I saw the photos as examples of hypermobility and immediately went "nope nope okay my joints aren't that hypermobile at all it's fine" cause eurgh Do Not Want To Think About That Level Of Mobility after having dislocated my arm at the elbow (like 14 years ago now but still)"

POTS is still in the running, and they're going to try increasing their salt intake to see if that helps.

My dear friend has been struggling with an unknown health problem for years, and to be frank, their parents and current PCP have not done a great job helping. Now that they are off at college, they have some opportunity to see what help they can get, but no idea where to start, because their symptom set is like nothing they know about and nobody else seems to either. So, I offered to see if any of you have an idea.

Known issues:

-differing leg lengths caused a spinal issue

-ADHD (formal), autism, and PTSD (unofficial, corroborated by therapist) Unexplained symptoms:

"fast heart (resting is usually 100-115ish) Weird fucking metabolism (burns through ADHD meds that are supposed to last 12+ hours in 4, and faster with exercise, negative hyperthyroidism test) super super low vitamin D with almost no symptoms bones, esp legs, ache when the air pressure rises sometimes sun allergy other times not weirdly high iron but not concerning without any supplements low pulse pressure (high diastolic, normal or slightly low systolic) and weird reactions to a whole host of meds (them doing nothing, not doing what they're supposed to, doing the opposite, etc)

Oh also I had to stop biking twice on the way to school because my heart literally could not go any faster than it was going I didn't measure it but it was the kind of high most people would go to the ER for Wheee medical issues go📈"

If any of you have ideas that they could look into, please bring it up. If you want to ask about symptoms not listed here, I'll relay it to them- it's quite possible they have simply Been Living With something they didn't register as weird. Edit: "Oh also unexplained tooth pain that doesn't show up as anything on X-rays but that's probably just me repeatedly bruising the ligaments cause I have a teeth clenching problem"

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yirrah748 · 2 years ago

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Chapter Two: To The Seaside (Part Two)

NOTE TO SELF:

I may have forgotten to include this, but our home (where we're from) is in the middle of the country, and our hometown (where we're going) is about north, the very edge of the north. So just to get to those pristine waters is long, hard work. That's why we rarely go there. When I was a kid, I didn't really understand, but now, I kinda do.

I definitely understood more about it when my parents told me that when I was three and we went there (when we had no car yet), I threw up on the bus, and Dad was drenched in my vomit. They learned about two lessons there. One, don't bring a baby on a long trip. Two, if you want to bring your baby, make sure you feed them antihistamine first, and bring an extra set of clothes too, for the parents and the baby.

1 PM

We passed by a tollgate and listened to the podcast on the radio, so I turned my music off. The content they were giving was ok, not something I would really like very much, but also not something that I would hate. The people were talkative and lively. I couldn't remember what they said but it was really entertaining to listen to.

During that time, wide meadows were beside the tollway, on the background were rows of mountains. Higher above, the sky was made of refreshing blue, with white clouds scattered like wisps of cotton.

We didn't know an hour had already passed and the podcast had ended.

3 PM

Not much had happened during 2 PM, it's mostly traffic. With the sun high up, it was very hot, and most of us were sweating. My stomach had calmed down so I ate what we had.

Bored after eating, we passed by a cemetery. A couple of graves have a cell room made for them. I asked what use those roofs were anyway, since their bodies were already inside a coffin. But it was not in my place to interfere. They do what they like, and I do mine.

Surprised on the sight, my uncle and mom talked about it. Listening to their chatter, I had to restrain myself so hard to not say:

"Uncle don't worry, you'll also have your own room when you die. I'll make sure of it."

It was a bad joke.

4 PM

We later arrived at the entrance of the province. We were still quite far away, Dad had to admit, but we are only a few dozen kilometers away before reaching Dad's hometown. He was quite excited at that fact and decided to take a picture of us near the welcome arc of the region. I did not hesitate to take a picture, I was not welcoming to it, but I did not hesitate. I don't like taking pictures, but I like looking at pictures of others. I see myself as someone ugly, and my looks shouldn't be saved and shown to others, probably to laugh at. And for every picture they take, my self-esteem lowers. I guess it's because I was conscious that they were observing me and I was concerned about what they think of me.

After the picture, my parents both told me to smile more. They said I should try smiling in the mirror more often. But how could I practice and stare at the mirror when I would look away from it every so often. My looks were unbearable, and my fashion tastes questionable. If the mirror had a face, it too would probably look at me in disgust.

Enough of this self-pity though, I don't like it, it just makes me feel like the situation I am in is the worst when it isn't. In that thought, my cousin's family came to mind. During this summer, she has to take care of their store, tutor her siblings, take care of the youngest, try to find work, and even nurse her mother sometimes. And she's fifteen! I worry and admire her sometimes, whenever I go there, my mood lifts up, since the people around me are able to fight such tough battles, I just get inspired and feel their energy in the wind and get it too. Sometimes after I just get home from my cousins' home, tired and all, I'd clean my room even if it's already 7 pm and Dad is watching a movie after picking me up.

After overcoming my self-pity and got bored of my thoughts, I turned to my side and took a nap.

6 PM

We passed by another welcome arc and I was woken up to take a picture. I did the usual and tried to get back to sleep. Suddenly, my mom laughed out loud after inspecting the pictures.

In the picture, my eyes were drowsy, my clothes unkept, and there was a wet stain on my left shoulder made out of drool. It's disgusting but lol.

6:30 PM

Glancing outside, we passed by a market. Dad, Uncle, and Mom started discussing our consumables like water, shampoo, soap, food, etc. We didn't bring much of those and only for the trip. So they went shopping and Mom dressed me up. She told me I was to meet my new relatives and I had to be polite, well fuck. I was not exactly a polite person, but I was also not rude, I guess. I was just awkward. Like, after saying the usual greetings, I'd stay silent throughout and just listen to them. I was afraid that they would think that I was not contributing to the conversation, but it was really because I had nothing in my life that was notable about. Most of the time, I was playing online games with friends, doing some research and caring for my plants. Not doing traveling and going outside!

[TBC, Updates every Friday]

#SFCA

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julemmaes · 4 years ago

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Honey - part two

Elide Lochan x Lorcan Salvaterre roommates au

A/N: I’m so tired yall have no idea. My eyes are burning and my fingers are cramping cause I’ve been writing all day to get this done, so yeah, I’m very satisfied and some of the blogs that I consider big or are big for a fact started following me and commented on the first part, so I freaked out a little, but I can tell that I’ll sleep peacefully tonight because of that, so thank you all. Enjoy!:)

Oh, and I almost forgot, the song at the end is called “Honey” and it’s by Johnny Balik (shoker, as my man Kieran would say)

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Word count: 4,966

Lorcan's least favourite day was definitely Friday, unlike all people his age. Not because he didn't like going out in the city at night to have fun and drink until you forgot even your mother's name, but because it was the only day of the week he had to work at both the shelter and the toy shop.

He loved working with the dogs and the few cats they brought in, and although he wasn't really a people person, he enjoyed spending time deciding with the kids and parents what was the best gift to go home with. And although Lorcan would never admit it out loud, he had grown fond of some of the regulars - especially a mother of three who he knew worked as a lawyer in one of the offices above the shop. Almost every day she would come in during her lunch break to buy one of those surprise sachets that cost a euro each and if Lorcan didn't see her coming before he went on his break, he would wait a few minutes before closing up just for her. Elide had managed to find out this detail a few months later after she moved in and he knew she would never stop teasing him because he had a heart of gold.

The phone vibrated in his hand just as he got behind the wheel and he wasn't at all surprised to see that the last message he had gotten was from Elide.

He huffed, not even opening yet another link that would surely send him to yet another website with information on why the world was ending very slowly and why humans were to be blamed entirely. He started the car and drove off towards their house.

Lorcan wasn't a bad person and he really cared about everything Elide was sending him, but he was tremendously tired and all he could think about was how much he wanted to take a shower and pass out in his bed. The fact that none of this was going to happen because Fenrys and Rowan had forced him to accept the invitation out to dinner made it all worse.

It took him less than ten minutes to get home and when he parked and saw the lights in their living room on, he seriously considered backing up and getting out of there to get to Vaughan's house before Elide noticed his car and he wouldn't be able to get away no more.

He was sure his friend would take him in without question if he asked to put him up for a night.

But luck was not on his side as Elide's petite figure appeared in the window and Lorcan could not see her face, but he knew she was smiling as she bounced and waved to greet him.

Despite everything, Lorcan raised his hand in turn and smiled back at her, knowing full well that even she could not see him so low and hidden by the evening shadows.

As he climbed the sixth flight of stairs and mentally prepared himself for two more, he could foresee the flood of words that would wash over him when he entered the house. Elide hadn't kept quiet for the entire day, sending him voice messages and staying with him on calls for the entire duration of his lunch break, so much so that at one point he had wondered if she had gone to class and then to work. He had discovered that yes, she had gone, but she hadn't paid the slightest attention to what they had explained and had gotten half the customers' orders wrong.

When he opened the front door, he recognized the melody of one of the songs she'd put on her apology playlist, the one he'd made for her nearly three weeks earlier after she'd found out he still smoked. She'd seemed so hurt that after he'd gone to bed and cleaned the tiles of his blood until they glistened, he'd stood at the kitchen table and spent hours and hours searching for the perfect apology songs. A bit dramatic perhaps, but it had had the desired effect.

He sighed, slipping off his jacket and putting it as far away from Elide's as possible, so that no animal hair would get on hers. He would clean it later.

The girl in question sputtered out of the living room with a beaming smile on her face, her cheeks strangely red and her eyes so bright they were glossy, "Hello, handsome."

"Hi, Ellie." he murmured, straightening his back and making the bones in his neck crack. Elide approached and Lorcan took a step back, bumping his back against the door, "I haven't showered yet," he put his hands forward to keep her at arm's length, "you can touch and hug me all you want later, but please not now," he begged her.

She gave the cutest pout he had ever seen, "But-"

"No buts, you can wait three minutes for me to wash up without dying," he continued, walking past her without touching her or making any overly sudden movements.

"You're such a pain in the ass," she complained, that adorable pout deepening all the more, "I can always take the antihistamine if I get allergies."

Lorcan shook his head, turning a confused expression on her, "I'd rather you didn't take medication just because you want to hug me."

It was true.

To their great misfortune, Elide was one of the very few people he knew who was allergic to animal hair. Any animal. More precisely, she was allergic to the mites that lived in the fur and the dust that accumulated in it in enormous quantities even on a normal basis. Given that the dogs Lorcan worked with were left to run loose in the fields all day, when he came home he was covered in anything that could kill his friend and roommate in one sniff and he didn't want to have to take her to the emergency room again because they couldn't tell if she was breathing properly.

It was why every night since he'd started working at the shelter he had taken a shower before doing anything else. It was why their water bill had gone up so much since they had found out about this allergy of hers.

"It's just a pill Lor, it's not like I have to get shots or..." she shrugged, as if to indicate anything more invasive than a simple pill.

He brought his hands in front of his mouth like a prayer, looking her in the eyes, "How many times do I have to explain to you that if you take one type of medicine every day, after a while your body no longer perceives it as an extra foreign thing to help you, but as the norm and so it no longer has any effect?"

Elide grimaced, "I hate you."

He chuckled, walking backwards until he reached the bathroom door, just in case she had the great idea to ambush him and jump on his back, "Just wait five minutes."

"It was three before," she said frowning, "And, speaking of showers-" and then she did something that made Lorcan freeze in his tracks. He didn't register what was going on until Elide's shirt was too high up for him to avoid seeing everything. And by everything, he meant everything.

"Elide what the fuck are you doing?!" he turned around, screaming, then his eyes went wide, trying to figure out if what had just happened was true or not. He squeezed his eyes shut, closing his hands into fists, biting his knuckles, "You're not wearing a fucking bra." he said in a voice sharper than he had intended.

He heard her giggle, but the sound came out muffled, "Loorcaaan." she crooned, "Help."

"I can't turn around Ellie, you're naked," he pointed out to her with his eyes still closed, then in a lower voice, "God, you're naked. What has gotten into you?"

He felt her move as she walked around him and stopped in front of him, "Help." she said in a flat tone. Lorcan had to laugh, her tone reminded him so much of the way the green aliens in Toy Story talked.

"Help what?" he asked letting out an amused laugh.

"I'm stuck." she said slurring her words and he felt her move, she was probably wiggling to get out of her t-shirt. And if she was wiggling, that meant her-

Lorcan took a sharp breath, cursing under his breath and trying to quiet his wandering mind.

He arched an eyebrow, though he was pretty sure she couldn't see him either, as doubt crept into him, "Are you drunk?"

Elide was silent for a while, then giggled like a child, "Just a little tipsy."

"Ellie it's seven o'clock," he exclaimed amused, but surprised to learn that she had been drinking, "why on earth are you drunk at seven?"

"Just a little tipsy," she repeated like a broken record. Then she screeched like a pterodactyl and Lorcan burst out laughing again, turning and taking a step or two forward to avoid risking accidentally touching her once more.

"Alright, why are you just a little tipsy at seven o'clock on a night when we're supposed to be going out with the others?" he asked now a little more eager to know the answer.

He heard her snort audibly, "The world is ending, Lorcan, why won't you understand that?"

He opened his eyes wide, not believing what she was saying, pinning them on the picture their friends had given them for Christmas, the one with all their best pictures collaged on a coloured canvas.

And here he thought he was the dramatic one of the two.

He nodded to himself, "So you're telling me that the reason you decided to get drunk before you even went out is because of global warming?"

He heard a rustle and then something hit him on the head, "Sorry, I didn't mean to slap you," she said in the tone of someone who couldn't care less about having hit him, "Anyway, yeah. Global warming and forests catching fire and animals dying and plastic burning..." she took a deep breath and then continued for a few minutes, making a list of all the things she had learned that afternoon by reading all the articles she could find about why humans were the worst living thing in the world.

Lorcan stood patiently listening to her, occasionally getting lost when she introduced topics that were a little too specific, but listen to her he did. The way she was saying all those things was always reminiscent of the little green aliens, but he knew the subject was more serious than it sounded.

With his arms crossed over his chest, he didn't think he'd moved too much, but at one point Elide sneezed and he cursed himself for not having moved fast enough to go to the bathroom.

"I told you you'd get allergies."

"But I didn't even touch you," she squealed back.

"You know that's not necessary for even your soul to start itching too," he scolded her.

Elide remained silent for a while longer, then started talking again, "And we should seriously get some glass bottles, if I see you with those stupid plastic bottles again I'll kill you. Scout's honor." she threatened him.

Lorcan chuckled, "Elide you've never been in scouts."

"How punctilious of you." she scoffed at him, then gasped, "We could buy matching flasks, with glitter and," she gasped again, sounding increasingly excited, "We could have one of our pictures printed on it."

A smile broke out on Lorcan's lips and he knew that if he had looked in the mirror at that moment he would have seen the face of a boy lost in love. He pulled himself together, straightening his back, trying not to think about how he felt about Elide. It wouldn't have done any good to admit that those feelings were real and tangible inside him.

He was staring at Fenrys' face in one of the pictures they had taken on holiday that summer, when Elide spoke again.

"This is a list of things that should make you understand why we have to shower together."

Lorcan choked on his saliva. He coughed a few times, patting his chest.

How had they gone from polar bears dying from melting ice to them showering together?

"What are you talking about?" he asked her in a squeaky voice.

The fact that she was alluding to them showering together while he knew she was half naked behind him, a breath away practically, made him feel so many different kinds of wrong.

"We can't waste water Lor, it's not hard." she sounded exasperated, then muttered, "Sometimes I really think you're being obtuse or stupid."

Lorcan's eyes went wide, "Wow, thanks Ellie."

"You're welcome." she chipped.

He shook his head, sighing and running a hand over his face, "Don't you think there are plenty of other ways we can start saving the world, before we have to shower together?" he took the fact that she wasn't answering as a cue to continue, "Like start recycling?"

Elide gasped again, making him chuckle, "Did you sign the petition?"

"Which-" he trailed off. She was talking about the petition to have a door-to-door rubbish collection service introduced in their town. Something that would force everyone to sort their garbage. "Yes, I signed it."

"Good." she whispered.

"I signed them all," he reiterated, because it was true and he knew that Elide never sent him stupid petitions, that whatever she sent him must be important and it didn't cost him anything to put his email and name on a website if it meant he could make a difference in his own small way.

"Thank you. I really appreciate it." she said in a weak voice.

Lorcan felt strangely uncomfortable all of a sudden.

And not because of the fact that Elide was naked behind him and had just confessed to wanting to shower with him, but because he would have wanted to turn around and kiss her, not do what any other guy would have thought of doing with a half-naked girl. No. Lorcan just wanted to kiss her and take his time in the process, savour the kiss and not be hasty and quick.

He wanted it to be slow and heartfelt, he wanted her to feel every single thing he couldn't say out loud.

"Lorcan?" she whispered, "I'm always stuck and I'm starting to get cold."

He blinked, "Yeah, you're right." then interrupted. They were silent a few seconds, "You really can't pull your shirt down?"

"No."

He took a deep breath. Then another.

"Okay, I'm going to turn around and keep my eyes closed, please stay still so I don't touch- anything. I'm not touching anything. I'll try to help you." he stammered, clasping his hands along his sides. She made a simple grunt of assent and he huffed, raising his hands in the air and lowering them slowly until he touched her head. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter and then released the elbow that had gotten stuck in her shirt.

"Yay." exclaimed Elide.

Sensing that she was moving freely on her own, Lorcan pulled away again and when the sound of clothes stopped, he asked, "Are you done?"

"Yes," she said singing.

His shoulder sagged a little and he smiled. He opened his eyes, ready to move Elide to the side and go take that holy shower, but whatever he'd thought when he'd asked if she was done must have been the exact opposite of what she'd thought, because Elide's tits were freer than ever between the two of them.

Lorcan grunted, slapping a hand over his face to cover his eyes, "What the fuck, Ellie. Stop flashing me, I'm begging you."

He heard her giggle and then a gust of wind and her laughter fading down the corridor let him know she had run off. He opened his eyes tentatively, peering through his fingers to make sure she wasn't still in front of him and sighed with relief when he finally managed to get into the bathroom and lock the door behind him.

He leaned against the sink, clutching the ceramic between his fingers and staring at his reflection in the mirror.

He never thought the first time he would see Elide's tits would be under these circumstances. He ran a hand over his face again, trying to somehow erase the image he knew he would never forget.

He had just stepped into the shower when he heard something very large and heavy slam against the door. Something that seconds later burst out laughing. Lorcan could only follow as he imagined a half-naked Elide running towards the bathroom and failing to stop in time.

"Are you alright, honey?" he asked her just in case. He turned on the water, hissing when he found it frozen, but not moving from under the jet. After all, a cold shower wouldn't hurt him.

"Let me in." she shouted, slamming her fist against the door, "Let me iiin!"

"Are you dressed?"

"No."

"Then you can't come in."

A scream of despair followed by what could only be a fake hysterical cry made him burst out laughing again, but then for a few minutes all that was heard was the sound of the shower and water falling from his hair.

"Ellie, are you still there?"

The answer came quickly, "Yes."

"Are you still naked?"

"Maybe." then he heard her move against the door and realised she'd been sitting on the floor.

Perfect, he was stuck in there. He reached for the phone and thought of something.

As he finished untangling the knots in his hair and washing out the conditioner, Elide was talking about how harmful the soaps they used were and had even gone so far as to say that they should both shave their heads so as to minimise their impact on the environment.

"What did you do today?" she asked him suddenly.

Lorcan didn't answer, dialling the number of a certain blonde girl who could help him out of this situation. Aelin answered after the fifth ring and Lorcan knew full well that she had done it on purpose, hoping he would hang up so she wouldn't have to talk to him.

"Hello?"

"Listen, something kind of weird happened and I need-"

"Who is this?" Lorcan arched an eyebrow, pulling his ear away from the phone to check the number. It was Aelin's phone. And the chick's voice on the other end was her, he was sure of it. "God, Lorcan, I'm fucking with you, what's up?"

"Funny," he deadpanned, "Elide's already drunk."

"What? But it's not even eight o'clock."

"I know, I came home and she was already like that."

A few moments of silence passed, "Okay, and what do you want me to do?"

"Well, she took her shirt off at one point."

Lorcan waited for a reaction, but Aelin didn't respond.

"And now she's naked in the hallway and blocking the bathroom door and-"

"She's what?" the friend burst out laughing.

"She's naked," he gritted through his teeth, "And she's blocking the bathroom door. I don't know how to get out and I don't want to open the door and push her off and risk hurting her. Is there any way you could come over here and help her? Help me?"

"I’ll make sure she'll never hear the end of it." Aelin laughed louder and Lorcan heard Rowan ask her what was going on. The blonde took breaths before saying, "Ellie flashed Lorcan and how he's stuck in the bathroom because he's afraid of a pair of nice-looking boobies."

"So are you planning on coming?" he asked before he completely lost his patience.

He imagined her wiping tears from under her eyes, "Yes, we'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"We?"

"Me, Ro and Fen. He's the one driving tonight and he picked us up."

"Okay," Lorcan murmured, "but they can't come up to the house."

"Why?" drawled Aelin, "Because you're jealous?"

He counted to ten, restraining himself from hanging up on her, "No, because this is going to be humiliating enough for Elide without two more of her friends seeing her half naked, so please just come up alone."

Aelin huffed, "You're right, but you're no fun."

They said their goodbyes and Lorcan put the phone down, starting to blow dry his hair.

"Lorcan."

Elide hadn't stopped saying his name for half a second throughout the call and it was starting to annoy him. Then he shook his head, no. He wasn't annoyed by Elide, it was Aelin.

That girl could get under his skin like few could.

"What?"

"You didn't tell me what you did today."

And Lorcan did, so that at least she would stop slamming her hand against the door.

He told her about the last man who'd come to see what dogs he could give his daughter and how he'd seemed so much like the guy who'd abandoned them on the side of the road after not even a week and it had pissed him off. He told her the morning had been even worse, because one of the children had started opening all the toys on display and his mother, who had been right next to him the whole time with her eyes fixed on the phone screen, hadn't stopped him and it had been up to Lorcan to tell him he couldn't do it. It was only then that the woman had realised what a mess it was and had simply apologised to him, running out of the shop so fast that he hadn't even noticed they had left. He had to call his manager and he was not exactly pleased to hear this story, but he also said that they would donate the toys to the church down the street, which was responsible for distributing them to kindergartens in the neighbourhood. That cheered him up a little.

By the time he had finished his story, Aelin had arrived and once he had taken her to her room. Lorcan could finally go out and get ready himself.

***

It was after midnight, the entire group was rocking out on the dance floor of their favorite outdoor club, a place called "The Wild Night" that was on the edge of town, closer to the forest than anything else, and normally Lorcan would have joined his friends to dance and sing, but there was a problem.

A big, huge, handsome problem.

And the problem was called Kyllian.

He couldn't figure out whose idea it had been to invite the boy with them that night, but whoever it was, this person's days were numbered, because Lorcan would kill them first and then use the limbs of their corpse to kill Kyllian.

Kyllian who had now been rubbing up against Elide for hours and who had offered her more drinks than stupid charming grins - and he really was reserving a lot of those for her.

"If you don't stop looking at him like that you're going to make his head explode," someone said, throwing themselves onto the small bench next to him.

He turned his head so fast he wondered how he had managed not to break his neck, "What are you talking about?"

Fenrys arched an eyebrow, "Even if you weren't staring at Kyllian like you wanted to see him disappear off the face of the earth, everyone here, including Elide," he told him with so much as a glare, giving him a slight shove, "would know that you're not really into what's going on on that dance floor."

"He's right," Rowan said to his left, sipping the drink of Aelin's she'd left him. When the hell had he sat there?

Lorcan didn't answer, remaining motionless with his sullen expression.

"I can give you a hand if you want," Fenrys murmured, sucking on the fuchsia straw sticking out of his equally pink glass.

He inhaled through his nose, "And how would you do that?"

"You have to trust me."

"Never." said Lorcan as Rowan said at the same time, "Don't."

Fenrys looked at them both with his mouth wide open and a hand to his chest, "I'm hurt." then finished what was left of the drink in one gulp and stood up abruptly, staggering a little, but holding himself up nonetheless. He cast a glance over his shoulder at the two boys still sitting, grinning, and Lorcan knew immediately what was going to happen.

"Ellie!" he shouted, turning more heads than necessary, "Love of my life!"

Kyllian pulled away from Ellie just enough for Fenrys to grab her hand and spin her around a few times until she burst out laughing and begged him to stop. The new boy didn't even seem to exist anymore as his best friend laced her arms around Fenrys' hips and rocked left and right, increasingly drunk.

Lorcan's heart clenched in his chest as he heard that sound so carefree, so happy.

He didn't realise he was smiling until Rowan cackled beside him, "God, you're fucked."

He didn't pay any attention to him and stood up, keeping his gaze fixed on her face.

He heard Lysandra and Aelin calling his name, hyping him up and threw them a real, quick smile that made them scream even louder, as if they were fans at one of his concerts. When he finally reached Fenrys and Elide's side, the blond spun her around ninety degrees and for a moment she closed her eyes, giggling, intoxicated by the amount of alcohol she had ingested, but when she opened them again and saw Lorcan standing in front of her, a smile as wide as he had ever seen it spread across her face.

"I'll leave you Ellie, you're in good hands," Fenrys told her, winking at him from above her head.

But neither of them even looked at him.

His eyes locked into hers as they both took a step forward and found themselves a caress away. Her chest rose and fell in an agitated rhythm. After all, she'd been dancing with everyone for hours, so much so that Lorcan wondered how she hadn't thrown up yet.

His gaze ran over her body, her bare shoulders, the line of her collarbones, and further down between her breasts. Breasts he'd had the chance to see for a millisecond a few hours before and remembered perfectly. The darker shade of pink that had characterized her-

"Lorcan."

He felt his heart pounding in his throat.

She had never said his name like that.

His eyes went up, sliding over lips so full, so perfect, up, over her nose and then up again, finding hers and the music changed, becoming slower, the lights dimmed as the strobes were turned off. Elide seemed to recognise the tune as her lips parted slightly, "Lor," she repeated. He raised a hand until his knuckles brushed her cheek and when she let go a shuddering breath, Lorcan began to sing under his breath.

"Tell me everything and hold no lies. Say you're waiting for better skies," he leaned forward as his other hand slid to her hip and Elide moved closer, until their bodies were fully joined to each other and one of her legs was between his and their hips were one thing moving in sync with the music. He felt Elide's breath against his neck and had to suppress a shudder when she too began to sing along with him.

"Oh, but honey don't taste like summer no more. Stick around now, I miss you every night,"

He lowered his head even more, brushing her nose with his own. The hand that had been on her cheek had slipped over her shoulder and was now tracing the path down her back, grazing the top of her bottom until it rested on her hip.

"Elide," he whispered, breathing on her lips. She closed her eyes, pushing herself up, towards him, and Lorcan held her tighter, moving his fingers over the exposed skin between her miniskirt and the black top she was wearing and there he was. Elide was there, with him, and she was so close to his body that he could feel the heart beating in her chest.

She was there and the next second... she wasn't. Because Elide had snapped away and was now vomiting on his feet. Lorcan held his breath as she was shaken by another gag and he had just enough time to take a step back that she threw up again.

The people around them quickly scampered away, creating a small circle of spectators and casting a quick glance at his friends he saw that they had a large audience. He just hoped Elide was too drunk to remember what happened the next day.

He looked down and grimaced, all sorts of emotions swirling inside him as the girl he loved clutched at him and puked her dinner all over his clothes.

He cursed at whoever decided how things went for breaking the best moment of his life with vomit and then gathered her hair into a loose ponytail, tying it with an elastic band he kept on his wrist specifically for these occasions.

He heard her whimper and put both hands on her shoulders, stroking her in circular motions to help her warm up. Aelin and Lysandra appeared next to them shortly after and when Ellie was firm enough on her feet to walk, they stepped over the pool of vomit and Lorcan wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pushing her towards the exit.

"Let's go home, Ellie."

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forgotten-daydreamer · 4 years ago

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Haikyuu sick/hurt characters headcanons: Karasuno edition!

⚠️ sickness, injuries, phobias, allergies and correlated symptoms ahead. If these themes upset you, proceed with caution. If you use these, credit me, please. ⚠️

Sawamura Daichi:

He doesn't let anyone know when he's sick. He'll show up to practise with a fever of 39°C and say that he's fine if someone points out how warm he is ("It's just overextertion. If you're not warm, it means you haven't been exercising well!")

He doesn't actually believe that he's fine, he knows his limits, but he just doesn't want to alarm anyone.

Luckily, he always manages to hold on until he reaches the bathroom if he's feeling pukey.

When he does get sick, he's very quiet and discreet. He always tries to go back to what he was doing before, insisting that he's okay.

When he's sick or hurt, the other third-years can see through his "I'm okay!" act (remember that time he hit his head and insisted that he was fine to play?), and know how miserable he really feels, so they force him to take it easyー he's no match for Suga, who will use mild violence if that's what it takes to make Daichi give up and rest.

Sugawara Kōshi:

He's anemic, cue to his constantly cold hands (and feet). Because of this, he takes iron pillsー or he should, because he forgets more often than not.

When he forgets the pills, he gets dizzy and weak, and needs to sit down for a bit. Once, he passed out due to anemia during practise, and he doesn't want to repeat that ever again, so he's extra cautious.

It's easy to understand when he's feverish, because he gets unexpectedly sleepy and quiet. He will fall asleep in class without even realising it if his temperature's any higher than 37,5°C.

He rarely gets hurt, but when that happens nobody's sure if he's okay or not. It's not that he denies it, but he simply doesn't say anything ("why didn't you say anything sooner!?" "B-because you didn't ask..?")

Once, he twisted his ankle and walked on it for a little less than thirty minutes before actually asking the coach if he could go get himself some ice. Of course, they didn't send him to get the icepack, but he had to sit there and listen as Coach Ukai yelled at him for not speaking up sooner.

Azumane Asahi:

He gets anxiety-induced stomach aches very often, and that's why he's used to feeling dizzy and to puking. Vomit doesn't scare him anymore.

Whenever he's sick, he runs away from the others; he needs to flee, far away. He loves his teammates, but he's scared that they'll accidentally overwhelm him further, and he doesn't want them to feel guilty.

This man can't stand the sight of blood. Like, at all, not even a little. Not even in movies. When Shimizu got a shallow paper cut, the Coach actually had to physically support him when getting him seated on a bench.

He broke his left index finger when he was a first-year, and as soon as he saw the bone sticking out of the skin (it looked worse than what it really was) he fell backwards and on a very concerned Sugawara without a word.

Cue to lots of tears and puke on the way to the hospital. He was inconsolable, but when Daichi had the idea to hide the injury from his eyes, Asahi managed to calm down a bit. In every situation, it's not the injury that scares him, but the blood.

Nishinoya Yuu:

He's reckless, he won't even notice when he gets injured. Since he's so used to bruises, bumps and shallow cuts, he doesn't understand when he's actually injured.

This guy played a whole set with a sprained wrist before realising that "hey, this feels kinda weird..?" and he didn't tell anyone until the end of the game, when his wrist was visibly swollen.

High pain tolerance plays a major role when he's injured or sick. Still, the others wish he would have a more average pain tolerance, because, once, Nishinoya felt sick during math class, and still claimed he was fine. He thought he was.

When he was rushed to the hospital due to a "mild ache in his lower stomach" that had been going on for two days after the math class incident, along with a 38,7°C fever, he was told that he had appendicitis ("I thought I just ate something bad or that I needed to take a huge dump! How was I supposed to know!? I thought I was fine."). It was clear that he wasn't, in fact, fine.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke:

He will try to toughen everything out and ignore the pain until it gets unbearable. Be it an injury or some sickness, he will automatically ignore it if he doesn't think it's serious enough to be life-threatening.

That's why he almost died when he ate one of the peanut butter cookies that Yachi had baked. Turns out, allergies do existー but he wished he'd found out in a different way. Sometimes, "My throat's kinda itchy. Does my tongue look... too big? It... it feels too big." can be synonym of "Hospital, now." Bless Takeda-sensei.

The time when he collided with Daichi, Tanaka completely ignored the fact that his arm hurt, and only realised when he took his shirt off in the locker-room and heard a screech from Yamaguchi. The bruise went from his shoulder to his elbow, blue and swollen. Cue to lots of pain relief cream and ice packs.

Ennoshita Chikara:

He never broke a bone in his whole life, but he's very good at dealing with it when it happens to someone else. He's just fascinated by how the human body works, and sometimes people think he's being cold in front of someone else's pain, when he's really just being logical.

He's good at dealing with his own pain too, though he rarely gets hurt or sick.

When he gets sick, he recovers pretty rapidly, but this leads him into relapse. That's why he's not allowed back to practise for a whole week after he recovers ("I'm fine. I've been fine for three days already, my fever wasn't even that high..." "Last time you said you were fine, you almost got pneumonia. Go home.").

He gets bad allergies during spring, and takes a lot of antihistamine pills which make him sleepy. He often has to excuse himself from class to go take a nap in the infirmaryー the teachers and the nurse know, so they always allow him to.

Narita Kazuhito:

This man is the embodiment of health. His diet and lifestyle will probably allow him to live until past the age of 100.

That's why he's not used to getting sick. And when he does, he's a confused mess with no idea of what to do with himself.

When he puked on himself after practise he was so shocked that he chuckled nervously and stood still, frozen, until Kinoshita and Ennoshita dragged him to the bathroom. He almost found the whole ordeal funny.

Kinoshita Hisashi:

He really despises vegetables and fruit, and often gets mocked because of it. He often stuffs himself with sweets and fried food until he feels sick ("But... how? That cake had strawberries in it! It's supposed to be healthy!").

He gets very bad seasickness. Once, his friends decided to drag him to Miyajima: he spent the time on the ferry and first hour on the island puking his guts out.

The thing he doesn't do good with is fainting: if someone passes out in front of him, he does the same, always. When Daichi passed out in the middle of the court, Kinoshita was thankful that Narita was there to hold him up, because he was ready to leave the land of the living.

Kageyama Tobio:

Always denies everything ("my nose is not bleeding!!") and this only makes everything worse for him. If he feels shaky, he won't take a clue and sit down; instead, he'll push himself and end up falling down on whoever's closest to him ("Daichi-san, nice receive!" "Now's really not the time, Hinata...").

When he gets sick, he gets sick hard. The flu has him puking all day long, with a fever of 39.5°C that, he insists, is not that high. His family and friends are smart enough to understand that he's lying. Not even the doctors and nurses at the E.R. can convince him that he's sick.

To be fair, he does not lie when he says that he's not hurt or sick: he genuinely thinks that whatever's going on with him is normal and not that bad.

He accidentally tripped on the leg of a desk in class, and fell face first into the teachers'. The deep, bleeding cut on his forehead wasn't enough for him to understand that he needed to go to the infirmary, and he just sat back at his desk, apologising for the mess. Turns out that his "little cut" needed six stitches in the end, and that his "mild headache" was, in fact, a mild concussion. He showed up to practise the following day anyway, and the Coach had to physically prevent him from joining.

He doesn't do good with nausea, though; he doesn't mind fevers, joint-pains, blood, bruises, or the act of throwing up itself. But when he feels nauseous he actively wishes to pass out, because anything is better than dealing with feeling like that. That's why he'd rather stick his fingers down his throat to get rid of the nausea already than waiting for it to pass naturally.

This got worse when he started suffering from migraines. As soon as he feels one starting to build behind his eye, he throws himself over the toilet, waiting for the dreaded nausea to come so that he can get rid of it before it gets too bad. He stays like that for hours if that's what it takes.

Hinata Shōyō:

He pukes a lot, and for a number of reasons: nervousness, motion sickness, fear, hungerー this guy can't even take it to the bathroom.

His guts are a mess, and he either vomits or poops every time he feels any strong emotion (which is...pretty often, for him). Thank goodness his friends always have pills that help with motion sickness with them, along with antiacid pills and sparkling water, and that Kiyoko and Yachi often restock the bus and everyone's backpacks with paper bags.

The higher the fever, the more he moves. Ever since he was a kid, a fever has never stopped him, and to be fair, fevers make him feel more motivated and energetic. He takes "Hey, no. Sit down, drink up, and rest." as an insult because "I'm fine. You're benching me because you think I suck, huh!? But I was doing fine! I- I was being good, right..?"

Yes, fevers make him emotional. He'll cry for anything once they make him admit that he's sick. He mostly cries because "How could I get sick? I'm going to be useless! I should've paid more attention, I should've been better!" but Kageyama knows for sure that he saw a feverish Hinata crying over a picture of his sister, for some reason.

He doesn't mind blood when he's the one to be bleeding, but if it's someone else, he freaks out. Seeing someone else having a bloody nose or bleeding from some injury, even small and insignificant, makes his stomach flip.

Tsukishima Kei:

He's never said "I'm in pain." in his whole life. The most honest statement he managed to grit out was "It kinda hurts.", but he never said anything more than that. He won't show himself being so vulnerable, ever.

Whenever he has to go to the optometrist, he won't eat anything for at least half a day before the appointment, because he knows for sure that he's going to throw up after the doctor dilatates his pupils.

He's a quiet puker, and he always locks himself up in the bathroom, which can be dangerous in those situations. After that time when he passed out after throwing up, his mother got an extra key of the bathroom, and always lingers close to the door when she knows that her son's about to be sick.

If anyone tries to interrupt him when he throws up or when he's in acute pain, he will yell at them. It's not that he doesn't appreciate the help, but he hates how everything feels so crowded around him when he's down. The only person who's brave enough to help him when he's like that is Yamaguchi, mostly because he's used to hearing his angry words (even if Tsukishima's never insulted him personally).

Yamaguchi Tadashi:

Terribly emetophobic, he won't throw up even if he has to. He just won't do that, no way... Which is cruelly ironic, since he gets sick pretty often due to anxiety and weak immune system. Tsukishima doesn't mind helping him out (but he would never step close to anyone else when they're sick) but he can be a bit rough sometimes; this both reassures and agitates Yamaguchi. "I'll stick my fingers down your throat if you don't throw up now." doesn't sound too kind, but when Tsukishima adds "it'll make you feel better, I promise." Yamaguchi feels a bit calmer. He’s also a loud puker.

He's a type-2 diabetic, though he has it under control and hasn't had any problem related to that in a while, not since the beginning of middle school, at least. Still, sometimes he needs to reluctantly sit practise out because he's obviously too shaky and weak to strain himself that much. When that happens, they all make sure that someone sits with him to make him feel less alone... and he appreciates it immensely.

He's on anxiety meds, but they make him feel dizzy sometimes, which leads him into a spiral of panic for fear that he'll get sick. It's a huge contradiction, really, and he hates it with his whole soul.

He's one of the people in the team who can handle others' sickness and injuries better; it might shock him for a second, but he's ready to jump into action and solve the problem in order to help his friends out.

Injuries don't scare him, though the worst thing that ever happened to him was when he got punched in the face by a bully. He also broke his arm in middleschool once though he doesn't remember muchー maybe it was the shock, or maybe it was that it hurt less than he imagined. The punch freaked him out more than that.

Yachi Hitoka

She's a good caretaker, but an absolute mess when it comes to taking care of her own injuries and sickness.

She's clumsy so she's not new to bruises and cuts, but this doesn't mean that she doesn't freak out a bit whenever she sees blood on her legs or arms. On their way home from school, one day, Hinata and Yamaguchi decided to get her band-aids with little chicks and kittens on them. She finished the 30-pack in less than a month.

She got her period a bit late in life, a couple of months before turning 15, and whenever she's on her period, it hits her like a train at full-speed in the guts. Kiyoko taught her some yoga moves that help with the cramps, and the boys never bother the two of them when they see them doing yoga in the corner of the gym. In fact, they also bought her an electric heating pad for her birthday along with an indecent amount of chocolate that didn't fit in Yachi's bag (and various other presents not concerning periods).

Shimizu Kiyoko:

The scars on her legs are fully healed, yet the skin there is thinner, and so the wounds reopen whenever she accidentally hurts herself there. They sting quite a bit, and though it's unusual, she hisses out loud when it's bad. Everyone agreed to make sure that medkit is always equipped with antiseptic cream. To this day, Kiyoko insists that it isn't necessary, but they disagree.

She always knows what to do when someone else feels sick, but she's unsure about what she'd do in case of her own sickness. She hasn't been sick in too long to know.

She hasn't gotten a cold since elementary school, and that one time when she thought she'd caught something, when she sneezed at the age of 16, it was actually just a bit of dust allergy. She doesn't even need meds for it.

Takeda Ittetsu:

He hardly gets sick, but he ends up hunched over the toilet more often than not after a Friday night out with his friends. He drinks quite a bit for a teacher, but only when he knows that he can do that without compromising his career or setting the wrong example. Hangovers also leave him a messy wreck, and that's why he only drinks on Fridays: that way, he has until Sunday night to recover.

For someone who's constantly surrounded by teenagers, he doesn't get sick much. He catches a cold every now and then, but nothing more serious than that. And when he's sick, he always tries to prevent the others from catching what he's got, without actually taking care of himself to heal.

Once, he got a fever of 40,1°C and luckily for him Ukai was coming over to discuss about the volleyball club; he found Takeda sprawled face-down in front of the open door. He was boiling, so Ukai took him to the hospital where he stayed for two days. ("I didn't think it was this bad." "So you knew you had a fever and still went to work?" "Yeah, but I had a mask on so that the others could be safe." "And you didn't buy medicine in the meantime?" "Ah, no." "...what the hell!?").

Ukai Keishin:

He catches a cold every other month, no matter how many layers of clothes he wears. These colds are often accompanied by low fevers, but he's used to those so he simply chugs some orange juice and moves on.

He tried to quit smoking countless times, especially since he started coaching these kids, but he can't help smoking at least three of cigs per day. Still, sometimes his chest aches a bit, and maybe it's just paranoia, but when that happens he doesn't touch tobacco for a couple of days.

His liver would even be able to survive Takeda's nights out; his guts, in general, are strong and he swears he's never felt nauseous in his whole life.

💫 I might think of more sick karasuno hc soon, but that's it for now. Expect more characters hc soon! Again, credit me if you use these, and please feel free to share this post! 💫

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readyourimgaines · 4 years ago

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Reid’s Allergies

This was an idea @chaoticgremlinwholikescheese and I came up with. The summary is exactly what it says on the tin. Let me know what you think and don’t be afraid to make a request. Also! Let me know if you want to be added to the tag list for any or all fandoms.

Side note: The raw honey remedy Rossi gives Reid isn’t nonsense. My uncle was a holistic nutritionist and taught my sisters and I this trick.

No-one in the BAU was shocked to learn the young Dr. Reid had horrible seasonal allergies. Upon his first year at the BAU, the Unit Chief, Aaron Hotchner, thought the poor boy was ill.

The youngest agent continuously had a tissue, wrapped around his forefinger, pressed under his nose whenever he had to look down. Reid sniffled almost constantly and sneezed every few minutes. After the third sneezing fit, Hotch decided enough was enough.

“Reid,” he called from the rail above the bullpen, “my office, please.”

Reid was up on his feet, going to his boss’s office and sat when gestured to. He sneezed and wiped his nose with the tissue. “What’s up?”

“You can stay home when you’re ill, Reid. That’s why you have sick days,” Hotch explained. Gideon had joked about them having to tell Reid about what a vacation was, but he didn’t think he’d need to tell the boy about sick days.

Reid shook his head. “I’m not-” he sneezed, “sick. It’s just allergies. My meds just haven’t kicked in yet.” The doctor sniffled. “It only takes about a week for antihistamines to work their way into the system.”

“When did you start taking them?” Hotch studied Reid.

“Monday.”

It was Wednesday. “Reid, go home. Catch up on sleep.”

“Hotch, I’m really-” sneeze, “-okay.”

The unit chief sighed. “That wasn’t a question. Go get some rest; play tomorrow by ear. If you aren’t as snuffly, come on back.”

Reid grabbed his satchel and begrudgingly waved to Morgan on his way out.

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When Reid went back to work the next morning- very early morning seeing as they had a case, he was still just as stuffy-nosed as before. Hotch very nearly sent the boy home.

Reid was comparing handwriting samples when his nose started to run. He was about to run the cuff of his shirt under his nose when there was suddenly a tissue in his hand.

He looked at Morgan, who was slipping a plastic sleeve of tissues into his pocket, for a few seconds before he sneezed into this tissue. From then on, Morgan made it a habit to carry tissues with him in case the kid might need them.

JJ was in Quantico with Garcia while the rest of the BAU was off helping police in Montana with a missing person’s case. Garcia usually preferred tea after 3:30 in the afternoon. Whenever she started up her electric kettle, she always offered whoever was within earshot if they wanted tea, too. That day, it happened to be JJ.

“I’m going to rinse out my mug. The second drawer to the left- the bottom one- is full of tea. Take your pick.” Garcia ducked out of the room.

The Tech Analysis wasn’t kidding when she said the drawer was full of tea. Earl Gray, mint, Lady Gray, a couple of herbal seasonal teas. And a sinus relief tea.

Garcia re-entered her office only to find a rather concerned JJ.

“Are you coming down with something, Garcia?” the blonde inquired.

“What? No.” Realization dawned on her when she saw the Yugi box in the Media Liaison’s hand. “Oh! That’s for Reid when his allergies act out. When his allergies are bad, I cut him off after two cups of coffee, but he can have as much Gateriad, water, and tea- herbal tea- as his little doctoral heart desires.

III

When Reid came to work sniffly and red-eyed, Prentiss felt worry for the young doctor. Why didn’t he stay home if he was feeling so poorly?

Garcia came bustling in next and Emily caught up with her. “Hey, Garcia? Does Reid look kinda ill to you?”

“Watery eyes? Sniffling every five seconds?” Garcia was already headed back to her bunker, determination in her step.

“Yeah…”

The blonde shook her head. “He’s early this year.”

“What?” Emily followed after her.

“His allergies are awful. They’re always worse in the fall.” Garcia turned on her electric kettle and got a Dr. Who mug from her tea drawer.

“Does he take meds for it?” Emily wondered. “My allergies were bad in college and I took an over the counter pill; they were manageable.”

“No,” Garcia sighed. “He used to, but now he won’t take anything that isn’t prescription and he refuses to go to the hospital unless Hotch makes him- and allergies aren’t deadly or contagious, there’s nothing Hotch can do. Anyway, we help our good doctor teas and endless tissues. Morgan always has tissues for him and JJ has tea in her go-bag.”

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When Emily went to the store after work, she was sure to buy tissues in the plastic sleeves. She was loaded with the little things. Her blazer pocket, pants pocket, purse, go-bag, and the glove box of her car.

So Reid was shocked when, the next day when they were at a crime scene, he sneezed and there was a tissue in front of his face when he opened his eyes and the hand wasn’t Morgan’s.

“Oh. Thanks.” He took the tissue and Emily merely nodded.

Rossi had been on the team for a few weeks before he witnessed one of Spencer’s allergy bouts. He couldn’t help but pity the young man. After all, he’d had godforsaken seasonal allergies when he was a teen.

One day, Reid stepped into the bullpen and saw a jar of honey on his desk- comb and all. Beside the jaw was a note in Rossi’s neat scrawl. It read: Eat half an inch of honey comb twice a day, use the honey in tea or on food. Give two weeks and you’ll never suffer from allergies again. -David Rossi.

Reid smiled to himself and picked up the jar. He opened it and broke off the suggested amount, squishing it lightly between his forefinger and thumb, debating if he’d be able to stomach the texture. He came to the conclusion that never having to deal with allergies again- even the possibility of it- was worth an off-putting texture.

Morgan was the first to notice the youngest agent stopped putting half a cup of sugar in his coffee and instead opted for three tablespoons of honey. “Trying a new flavor, Pretty Boy?” Morgan asked when he spotted Reid putting the jar of honey back in his desk drawer.

“It’s a home remedy suggestion from a friend. The honey’s sweeter, so it takes less- to mention the health benefits. Honey has four properties that kill bacteria and because this jar I have is wild honey, it has trace amounts of pollen. That’s why it might help my allergies- it’s like an edible vaccine.”

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2. Candles

Fandom: GOT7

Sickie: Youngjae

Caregiver: GOT6

Jinyoung’s POV.:

With the start of December, we had decided to get into the Christmas spirit by decorating the dorm. Honestly, we didn’t really have much Christmas decoration to begin with, since most of us usually went home to our respective families to celebrate. Besides, decorating plus having everything twinkle was a bit cheesy anyways and we usually just didn’t have the time. This year however we had decided to spend some quality time together as a group, decorating, listening to Christmas music and singing along. Bambam, Yugyeom and I had already started hanging up all the fairylights we could find around the dorm, the maknae’s height coming in handy. Mark and Jaebeom had gone out to buy some candles and whatever else they’d find. Jackson and Youngjae had found two boxes containing old decorations at the back of a closet and were currently detangling garlands and ornaments. I had no idea where that stuff had come from but most likely it was just us collecting it bit by bit over the years.

With our Christmas playlist playing in the background, we finished hanging up the fairylights and Bambam and Yugyeom joined Jackson and Youngjae sitting on the ground and working the knots out of a garland, while I went to the kitchen to make hot chocolate for everyone since Jaebeom had texted me that they were already on their way home. I could hear my members bickering in the living room with Jackson whining frustratedly because he couldn’t remove a knot. Smiling to myself, I stirred the heating milk before slowly adding some chopped chocolate. I was very glad to have this day off and to spend it with the crackheads that were my members. When I shortly popped my head into the living room to check on them, Youngjae was belting out the chorus of ‘All I Want for Christmas is You’ while dancing lewdly with Yugyeom. I couldn’t help but laugh at their silliness but quickly hid back in the kitchen to avoid them pulling me into their mess, besides the milk had almost boiled and I had to remove it from the stove.

Just when the dancing couple struck their ending pose, the door opened and our two oldest members stepped in carrying large shopping bags. They had clearly gotten carried away, since they had only planned to buy some candles but had returned with much more. I yelled a greeting from my spot in the kitchen while pouring the hot chocolate into cups before calling the others to take a break. When everyone had collected their cup from the kitchen, we sat around the dining table discussing the rest of the day. We wanted to have all the decorations up by lunchtime so we could watch some movies after lunch. Our maknae-line plus Jackson were the most excited, enjoying themselves like little children. Christmastime had barely begun but we were all in a joyous mood already, fighting over which seasonal movie was the best. While Youngjae and Bambam strongly defended the 2000version of ‘The Grinch’, Mark stood his ground praising ‘Home alone’. When we had emptied our cups, Jaebeom washed them before helping me with the kimchi stew I was cooking for lunch. Having finally detangled the remaining decoration, Mark and Jackson hung them up, stretching from one side of the living room to the other. Youngjae had gathered his favorite ornaments and considering the lack of a Christmas tree, was taping them to cabinets and shelves, including a huge glittery star which now adorned our fridge. It really warmed my heart to see my entire group in such high spirits, forgetting about the pressure we would never get rid of in the industry we worked in.

Bambam had unpacked the shopping bags and was setting up a few candles on the coffee table while Yugyeom put the stock of remaining candles away. “Guys, this one smells like cinnamon!”, he exclaimed excitedly, immediately lighting said candle. “I knew they’d like it”, Jaebeom chuckled next to me and I smiled at him. I walked into the living room, taking in the sight of all the decorations hung up. Frankly, it just looked amazing, yeah a bit cheesy maybe but hey, that’s okay sometimes.

Jackson’s POV.:

We had just finished decorating the living room when Jinyoung called us to have lunch. I was really proud of how the dorm looked now. It had never bothered me that we didn’t decorate, only today did I realize what we were missing out on. The mood hadn’t been that light in quite some time and seeing my members so joyous really warmed my heart. The candle Bambam had light was filling the room with a subtle cinnamon scent, making me feel nostalgic. On our way to the dining table, I passed Yugyeom, ruffling the maknae’s hair and earning loud complaints from him for doing so. Youngjae cheered loudly when he realized that Jinyoung had prepared kimchi stew, a dish that fit the season perfectly. We enjoyed our meal, praising Jinyoung for his skills in the kitchen. When we were done we cleared the table and cleaned the kitchen together. Though in this household that never works out without trouble and Jaebeom soon threw the soapy sponge at a hysterically laughing Youngjae. These dorks…

With all our fooling around, the cleaning took some time but when it was done, we collected some blankets and got comfy in front of the TV. Since there was no way we would agree on one movie to watch, we were preparing to have a movie marathon till late into the night. We were only fifteen minutes into the first movie when Youngjae on the other side of the couch sneezed loudly. Personally, I didn’t think much of it, my donsaeng has a quite sensitive nose and is sneezing pretty often. Ten minutes later, Jaebeom paused the movie, by now Youngjae was sneezing frequently and nobody could really focus on the screen in front of us. “Are you ok?”, Jinyoung frowned at the other. “Sorry, I-I dod’t k-kdow hwAAcho *sniff* w-what got idto me *sniff*”, the younger was barely able to speak properly with how much his breath was hitching. I was growing concerned, he looked sick with his nostrils bright red and his eyes watering irritatedly. He looked perfectly fine earlier and the only illness I could think of that comes on that fast is the flu. I got up and went to the other side of the couch pressing my head to Youngjae’s forehead. To my surprise, his temperature felt perfectly normal. “H-hyug, I’b f-fide”, he pushed my hand off, sniffling wetly. “You’re not fine but at least you don’t have a fever”, I commented, looking at Jaebeom since I was at a loss because my suspicion was wrong. hhuaACHOOOO!!! hAKsshhu! *sniff* “Bless you”, Bambam yelled from the bathroom, returning soon after with a box of tissues. “Are you sure you’re not sick?”, He asked carefully, knowing Youngjae always hated to admit he was sick. “Dod’t feel sick”, came the congested reply before Youngjae turned away to muffle two more sneezes into a handful tissues, trying to blow his nose afterwards but failing as it just set him off again. “Is it allergies?”, Jinyoung questioned, the gears turning in his head, and earning a short nod. “Yugyeom blow out the candle!”, Jinyoung ordered, being the first to grasp the situation. The maknae complied, not questioning it once.

While JJParents dragged the still sniffling vocalist to the bathroom, I opened all the windows and replaced the candle with an unscented one. Probably I should have guessed it was the artificial fragrance setting him off. Shortly after JJP returned to the living room, we heard the shower running. “The fragrance is probably still stuck in our clothes, so everyone go get changed please”, Jaebeom announced, collecting the blankets to wash them too. On the way to our room, Mark and I closed the windows again and to make the most of the situation, we called an ugly-sweater-contest. When everyone gathered in the living room again, including Youngjae, his hair damp, eyes and nose a decent shade of pink, the group broke into fits of giggles, seeing that we were truly some fashion disasters. Since all the blankets were in the wash, we just dragged our duvets into the living room and continued our movie marathon. Having taken an antihistamine, Youngjae sneezed less frequently but didn’t even make it through the first movie before nodding off. It’s not like we’d mind re-watching them with him though….

#sickfic #got7 #fanfic #fluff #christmas #choi youngjae #jjp #jackson wang #bambam #mark tuan #jb #park jinyoung #kim yugyeom #whump #snz

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whumpschild · 4 years ago

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Carson/Tyler series crossover (Part 2)

@writehardwhumpharder

Daniel came home that evening to Tyler and Carson, still sleeping. didn't notice they were there until Tyler let out a cough. There was a pizza sitting on the coffee table. Daniel saw the two lying peacefully on the couch. He found it kinda funny that they were sleeping in almost the exact same position and he decided to take a picture. When he dropped his phone on the floor. It made a loud thud that woke carson up. He groaned as he perked his head up looking at Daniel.

“Well good morning sleeping beauty.” Daniel said sitting at the end of the couch where Carson's feet were. Turning on the TV, it was kinda loud so he was surprised when Tyler still didn't wake up. "Is he even alive? That would have woken up anybody."

"Go poke him." Carson said. He didn't feel like getting off the couch. He looked like bedhead twice over with bits of his dark brown hair sticking straight up and his mood matched his looks. Neither of them knew what kind of person Tyler was after he woke up so they were both hesitant.

"Why me?" Daniel complained. He sighed and walked up to Tyler and shook his shoulder. "Tyler are you alive?" He opened his eyes and turned his head behind him,

"Hn? Dunno, ask mom." He said sleepily shoving his face back into the corner of the couch. His brain was in limbo after that nap and he was super out of it. Daniel and Carson stood in confusion before Daniel started to laugh. Tyler rolled over and looked very confused then sat up, his brown hair had fallen out of the bun it had been put into that morning and his bangs were sticking up weird because he had his face shushed into the corner of the couch exposing the scar on his slightly larger forehead.

Daniel’s laugh faded after a minute or so, “What kind of party did you have while I was gone?”

“A sleeping one.” Carson replied.

Daniel opened the pizza box still sitting on the coffee table to see it hadn't been eaten. “Have you two eaten at all today? You bought pizza but didn't touch it.”

“We had about two slices of one.” Tyler responded. "We stepped away for ten seconds ya know, then it was getting eaten by pigeons. Those things are like rats with wings, I swear.”

“Probably.” Carson said, sitting up on the couch.

“I'm gonna heat this up,” Daniel said grabbing the pizza box and taking it to the kitchen leaving Tyler and Carson in the living room.

They sat there for a minute before Tyler started rummaging through one of his backpacks, Carson didn't know how he didn't notice it there because it was bright yellow. He pulled something the size of a small pillow, it looked like a sturdy plastic. It was light blue with small hoses and an oxygen mask attached to it.

“What is that?” Carson asked, staring curiously at it.

“A nebulizer, It's for when my inhaler isn’t really working.” Tyler didn't want to say anything, but he was slightly worried about his asthma. It seemed to be getting a little worse since he had been outside running around so he was going to be prepared this time so he wouldn't have to rely on Carson. He still felt guilty about when Carson had to heal him when he had run to Carson and Daniel's hotel room in the cold and rain forgetting his inhaler. “And if that doesn't work, i have this” Tyler pulled to things that looked like epinephrine pens from the little pocket of his backpack.

“Epi pens? Aren't those antihistamines?”

“Close, their bronchodilators, they relax the muscles in my lungs causing them to open, I hate sticking these in my leg. It hurts like hell ya know. It's even worse when somebody does it to you because you don't expect it. Do you have anywhere I can set this?” Tyler said holding up his nebulizer.

“Yeah” Carson got up and went to his room with Tyler. He moved the lamp over on his dresser so it was closer to the wall and set Tylers nebulizer on the side closer to the bed then plugged it in behind the dresser.

“Thanks ya know,”

“Sure,” Carson said when he and Tyler went to go and sit back down. They waited about ten more minutes before Daniel came back out with the pizza which was steamy from being heated up. They all ate pizza, watched tv and talked a bit. They eventually got tired around midnight and one by one they went to bed.

It was a sensation that was familiar to him slipping into a dream that made no sense. It was a familiar scene to Carson that he couldn't quite place. He was walking by some kind of stadium. It was loud and echoed through the air so he assumed there was a game happening. All of the sudden black. He was in something. He couldn't get out, banging on whatever was above him when he heard a phone ringing. This was starting to feel more and more familiar and not in a good way. He flipped the phone open but couldn't read who was calling but he answered anyways. Somebody was talking but he couldn't understand them, nothing was making sense. As it went on he could barely breathe, trying to pull in air but it didn't seem there was enough in the small space he seemed to be in. He slipped away into a familiar space he knew as death. Normally he’d be revived but it wasn't happening. He waited and waited until a tugging sensation came around his ankles and up his legs. He was suddenly being pulled into the black abyss of death. He tried to escape but nothing he struggled and struggled trying to break free but no use he was dying for real this time.

He woke up screaming, startling Daniel awake. Carson was hyperventilating and crying grabbing at his hair and face. Daniel was used to this by now seeing as Carson had frequent nightmares. He scooted closer to Carson and pulled him into a hug. Was he shaking? He normally didn't like being touched but there were a few acceptations. This one really got to him

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Daniel asked softly as he rubbed Carson's shoulder.

Carson shook his head. Daniel got up and got his laptop to put on cartoons which always seemed to make Carson feel better after horrible nightmares. This is the first one in a while that scared him this bad. He was so scared that he was really going to die. Carson layed down and watched the cartoons on Daniel's laptop, sniffling and rubbing the tears from his eyes. Carson always seemed to be vulnerable in his sleep.

After a while Carson had fallen back to sleep. Daniel hadn't noticed and yet to turn off the cartoons. He thought he heard soft bangs coming from Carson's room so he paused the video on his laptop. He sat there and listened before he heard more bangs , then the door opening. He got up after hearing a loud thud and somebody saying something that was hard to make out. He walked out of his room to see what was going on, through dim lights of the lamp in Carson's room he could see Tyler on the ground gasping for air and pulling at the strings of his backpack that was by the couch in front of Carson's bedroom door.

Tyler woke up around 2 am wheezing, he quickly fumbled for his inhaler and took several puffs of it before he realized it wasn't working. He resorted to his nebulizer slowly cranking up the dose. Sometimes it took a minute to work so he sat there before he realized it wasn't going to work, he didn't think clearly so he started banging on the wall to Daniel's room the only thing was the bathroom was right in between the two rooms so his attempts were futile of banging loud enough for anyone to wake up to it. He tried the nebulizer again but it really wasn't working. Tyler couldn't breathe in deeply enough to get the medicine in his lungs before it was breathed out. He started feeling dizzy and light headed from the lack of oxygen, It was like breathing through a straw that was getting narrower. He fumbled around Carson's room looking for his yellow backpack when he realized he left it in the living room. The dizziness got to the better of him as he started to stumble for the door. He fell but managed to grab at the door handle and pry it open before falling all the way to the floor. He tried calling for Carson and Daniel but he could barely breathe so he didn't think anyone would hear him.

“Tyler?!” Daniel shouted, rushing over to him after walking out of his room a white cat running out behind him. “Carson! He shouted. Daniel didn't know what to do. He didn't know anybody with asthma so he had no idea how to handle him. He rolled Tyler on his back which made it worse but Tyler couldn't say anything. His face paled and you could see his lips and fingertips were ever so slightly blue because he wasn't getting enough air in. Carson came out of the room quickly and hurried over to Where Daniel was kneeled “What do we do Carson?!”

Carson thought for a second he grabbed his arm to get a sense of what was going on inside of him. Reading his energy he turned to Daniel. He suddenly remembered all of the medications he had shown him. Good thing he did or they would have no clue what to do.”Give me the yellow backpack. Daniel did what he asked and fumbled around in Tyler's backpack eventually pulling out one of the pens Tyler had shown him. He pushed out the needle which was easily as long as his thumb. Seeing that made Carson nervous,”Maybe we should call an ambulance?”

“What do you mean you have the pen!”Danie shouted.

“Im not qualified to use needles!” He said raising his voice.

“Just do it already!”

Carson took the Bronchodilator and shoved it into his thigh. Tyler took a gasp of air as he panted. Carson and Daniel let out a sigh of relief as The sound of Tyler heaving air ment they wouldn't have to call an ambulance. They sat there for a while Just quietly hovering around Tyler as he enjoyed the air mother nature tried to deprive him of. “ It's gonna be a frequent thing?” Carson asked, letting out a sigh.” Because the last time I met you this happened.” he said pulling out the pen from Tyler's leg and cringing at the groan of pain he let out as he rubbed where it was sticking into.

“It was only this bad because I was outside during a flare up,” Tyler croaked.

A lot of Tyler's plans were ruined as he was forced to stay inside for a few days, Trying to avoid any air pollutants or any contact with allergies until his asthma cooled down a bit. He spent those days studying magic books with him and Daniel. Tyler had a tiny little notepad he was writing things down on. It was hard to keep track of anything Tyler wrote because his handwriting was terrible. There were tons of little scribbles, circles drawings and arrows that Carson swore was code and not writing. Daniel was kinda surprised but not too shocked to see how much Tyler had dedicated himself to learning magic. Tyler may have been the only psychic magician That hasn't tried to kill Carson that he's known. It was nice to have a change of pace.

By all means Tyler liked to hang out with Daniel and Carson, but he was bored as hell staying inside so he decided to play with the keyboard he bought a few days ago. "Do ya mind if I play on this?" Tyler asked Carson and Daniel who were sitting on one of the couches. Go for it, Daniel said looking at Tyler who was holding the keyboard even folded up it was about as tall as his waist, it worried Daniel a little bit that Tyler might barely be able to pick it up. He was proved wrong when he easily moved it and set it up. Tyler played little notes to test how it worked for a little bit.

"Anyone got requests?"

"Not really." Carson said, not bothering to look up from his phone.

"Suit yourself," Tyler said, positioning his fingers on the keyboard and letting his hands work on their own. Carson and Daniel were surprised when the soft melody he was playing actually sounded decent. It seemed like Tyler was good at several things for all Carson knew he could actually sing

"When did you learn how to play piano?" Daniel asked. "You seem pretty good at it."

Tyler kept playing while talking to Daniel, "Um im not sure, sixth grade maybe. My brothers and sisters took it too but only me and Audrey kept it up."

"How many siblings do you have?"

"Five, three older sisters and two older brothers. Me, the youngest , maddie, Addie and Audrey they're twins, Sam, and you guys have met Elliot."

"Was he the one that popped into your hospital room for like 10 minutes."

Yeah, what about you Daniel?"

"Three, an older sister and brother and then my younger brother."

"Siblings are nice ya know," Tyler said, continuing to play the keyboard. Carson and Daniel just sat there and listened as Tyler played relaxing melodies which really was the song of healing from Majora's mask that Tyler had learned when he was 12.. He liked piano a lot and he frequently lost himself in it. His fingers Flowing over the keas like water in a river. He didn't know how long he was spaced out for before he felt Daniel poking at his arm from behind. He was set up right behind the couch closer to the laundry room so it didn't take much effort to reach over there.

“Earth to Tyler, I asked if you were hungry.”

“Oh what, sorry, yeah i could eat. I just kinda slipped away for a bit ya know.”

“Sounds like you actually enjoy it,”

“Yeah,”

That night Tyler woke up to go to the bathroom. He walked in and turned on the light only to see somebody curled up on the bathroom floor on his side. “Carson?!” Tyler gaped and dropped to the floor by Carson trying to wake him up. “Carson? Come on buddy get up,” He studied Carson to make sure he hadn't hurt himself falling or worse he then noticed a bottle of pills that were spilled by Carson's hand along with an empty cup that was knocked over. He rubbed his hands through his long messy hair as he started to panic. Then Carson stirred, opened his light blue eyes and looked up at Tyler.

“C-Carson?” Tyler stuttered “ Are you okay, should I call an ambulance?

“Calm down,” Carson said pinching his eyes closed and rubbing the bridge of his nose. “I was just napping,”

“Just napping? What's this?” Tyler asked, holding up the bottle of spilled pills.

“Wot’s this,” Carson said, mocking Tyler's accent again “ Can’t you read?”

“No, I don't have my glasses.”

“It’s Hydrocodone.”

“Hydrocodone? Migraines? Do you get them often?”

“Yeah,” Carson felt like total shit, his head felt like it was splitting in half with the unbearable pain that was in his head. He had fallen asleep on the bathroom floor trying to get the migraine to go away when Tyler had woken him up and turned the light on. It made the migraine worse. “Could you turn off the light?”

“Uh, sure.” Tyler didn't want to be in total darkness so he decided to do something, his third eye let off a dim pink light so he decided if he opened it and not actually used it then it should be fine. He turned off the light and left the bathroom a few minutes later he came back with two pillows, a blanket, a sketchbook and his glasses. His hair had been set into a lazy ponytail at the nape of his neck that had not bothered to have been brushed. Tyler tossed the pillow and blanket at Carson and kept one to himself. He made his way to the bathtub managing to not step on Carson. He felt around to see if the bathtub was wet then sat down and tucked the pillow behind his back. He concentrated for a bit then let his eye open, a faint light about as bright as a glowstick came from it; it was enough to where Tyler could see the paper in front of him.

“Thanks,” Carson mumbled as he set his head on the pillow and tossed a blanket over himself. “Shouldn't you go back to bed or something?”

“If you're going to lay on the bathroom floor then i'm going to lay in the bathtub.”

“Whatever,” Carson snugged his face into the pillow and closed his eyes. He sensed a faint energy coming from Tyler as he drifted back to sleep.

“What the hell are you two doing?” Daniel understood why Carson was there but not why Tyler was there too sleeping in the bathtub. He didn't have time for this; he had to get ready for work. He grabbed tyler's sketchbook and pencils that laid on his lap and tossed it onto Carson, hoping he would wake up. And of course, he did wake up. Daniel then went to the bathtub and set his hand on the faucet handle.

“If you don't get up in ten seconds I’m turning this water on.” Tyler almost never woke up to noise so Daniel's verbal threats were pointless, after all he had 5 other siblings to drown out. Daniel counted to ten and turned on cold water, Tyler simply scooted down the tub more, groaned and flipped the pillow over his head before his brain felt the sudden rush of cold. Carson was thoroughly annoyed why couldn't Daniel wake him up by shaking his shoulder or something. His head still hurt and he didn't want to exist yet.

“I need a shower, some people have to work for a living,” He more directed it at Carson since he was the only one there who didn't have a job, however he had a lot of money from healing people so he was the one that paid the bills. Carson and Tyler left the bathroom and just stood there quietly before Tyler decided he was cold and went to change his clothes that were now very wet. Carson dragged his pillow and blanket to the couch and laid back down. His head was still hurting and he wanted to sleep for the rest of his life.

Tyler came out wearing a plain jacket without a shirt under and pajama bottoms. “Hey Carson? Can I use your washer? I ran out of shirts.”

Carson let out a groan and waved in a shooing motion which Tyler took as the okay. He spent a good two minutes trying to figure out how to use it before dumping his clothes in and sitting on the opposite couch. Eventually Daniel left for work and then began Tyler and Carson’s movie marathon. They watched anything from disney movies to horror movies. The only horror movie that Tyler actually liked was amityville horror. Tyler knew how ghosts really were but that movie always got to him. Tyler started to feel restless around 6 or 7 so he decided to go on a walk. He asked Carson if he wanted to go but he still wasn't feeling good so he went on his own. It was still afternoon sunlight outside because it was summer. Tyler felt hungry so he went to get doughnuts at a mini-mart. He was careful not to wander too far off from the apartments so he wouldn't get lost in the city. He realized that he couldn't eat a ton of doughnuts by himself so he stopped by the police station and said hi to Riley and Morris. They asked him about how his arm and leg were since the last time they saw him,Tyler had his arm crushed by rubble and his leg gashed open by debris. He had scars in both his arm and leg now. He was there for maybe twenty minutes before he decided to wander back since it was almost 8pm and the sun was starting to go down. He didn't know what kind of weirdos were wandering around at night in big cities.

Daniel was off of work and headed home. He tried to get the elevator to work but nothing, it was fine that morning when he left. He was about to head up the stairs when Tyler showed up.

"Where's your shirt, dude?" Daniel asked, looking him up and down.

"I ran out."

“You could have just taken one of Carson’s you know,” he added. Carson must not have offered, he’d have to ask him about that when he got back to the apartment.

"Oh you're right, I didn't think of that."

“By the way, did Carson’s migraine ever go away?” Daniel asked as he opened the door to the stairwell, having given up on the elevator.

"Why are you taking the stairs? And no I don't think so. Either that or he just wanted to sleep all day."

“The lift is broken. You coming or what?” He held the door open for him.

Tyler shook his inhaler to make sure he was ready," Yeah we might have to stop a few times on the way up." Tyler said as he and Daniel started up the stairs. It wasn't too hard at first but by the third flight he had to stop and take a breather.

Daniel sat down on the step next to him. He wasn’t thrilled about this either but he had been gone all day and wanted to get back to the apartment.

"Sorry Daniel," Tyler said breathlessly, a light layer of sweat starting to form on his forehead. "If asthma didn't exist we wouldn't have this problem."

“I miss living on the second floor,” Daniel sighed, looking up at the many flights of stairs between them and the apartment. Of all days the elevator could stop working it just had to be today.

"Im happy I live on the second floor," Tyler chuckled and stood back up after catching his breath for a minute.

“Three more and we’ll be halfway there,” He said bitterly. Daniel seriously wondered if Tyler would make it.

Tyler sighed, alright he thought to himself. I can make 9 more right? "Alright let's go." He said, continuing up the stairs again. He lasted about one and a half more flights before he was out of breath again, "Daniel just keep going without me, I'll make it up eventually." He said half leaning on the rails.

Daniel shook his head and chuckled. If Carson was there he’d be making some dramatic speech right now about how he had to go on without him like some scene from a movie. A tiny part of him was tempted to just keep going and let Tyler take his time but he couldn’t do that. “Just take another break. We’ll get there, it’s not that far.”

"You sure, you look kind of annoyed I can tell."

Tyler was picking up on something but it wasn’t annoyance. Daniel had been gone for hours and it was starting to get to that point where he’d get anxious if he wasn’t with Carson. Daniel rubbed his hands over his arms as if he was cold despite it being quite hot still. “It’s fine.”

Tyler looked at him like he didn’t believe him but they continued up the stairs anyway. They were getting slower and slower, even with all the breaks. At this pace they would get there some time tomorrow morning.

As they climbed higher up the stairs his senses started to tingle, it felt weird like a thick haze. "The air is pretty thin up here don't ya think?" Tyler said fanning himself with his jacket.

Daniel laughed, “We’re not that high up. Is that inhaler working for you?”

"Yeah, it's fine, something feels off here, I can't tell what it is."

“It’s probably fine. The security is tight in this building,” Daniel dismissed the concern, thinking he had gone paranoid from oxygen deprivation. Everything felt fine to him.

They continued to climb the stairs to the 6th floor. It wasn't just his brain playing tricks on him, something really was weird, he couldn't tell what it was as they reached the landing of the 6th floor Tyler felt so compelled to open the door. Daniel just stared at him.in confusion.

“Uhhh, Tyler? We live on the 12th floor. Sorry to break it to you but we’re only halfway there.”

Tyler glanced at Daniel before his gaze returned to the door of the 6th floor, his eyebrows furrowing. What the hell was it? The thick feeling of haze was really strong there but he decided to open the door anyways before getting hit with a strange wave of negative emotions that had him slamming the door and pressing his back to it. "I don't- I don't feel too good," He said, taking a deep breath trying not to throw up.

Daniel put his arm out behind him so he couldn’t fall down the stairs if he passed out and looked at the door Tyler just slammed shut. “I don’t know what the hell is going on but I think we should get away from this door, yeah? Come on.” He grabbed his arm and urged him forward. He planned to come back later to investigate with Carson.

"Yea-" Tyler covered his mouth suppressing a gag and managing not to throw up in the middle of the stairwell.

Daniel looked at Tyler with caution and worry as he didnt want to be thrown up on but he also wanted to get Tyler out of there quickly. He didn't believe he was about to do this but it was the fastest way he crouched down and urged Tyler to get on his back making Tyler promise Not to throw up on him. He tried to reject Daniels' offer but he didn't give him much choice. The further up they got the better Tyler seemed to get. On The 10th floor he told Daniel that he was fine but Daniel didn't believe him and he still looked pale. He let Tyler down on a landing when his feet hit the floor he stumbled a bit before straightening up and walking up the stairs. Daniel was glad that Tyler could walk on his own because he was exhausted from carrying him 4 flights up and he was tired and sweaty.

“I can buy dinner if you want me to, ya know, for carrying me.”

“Sure, thanks.”There was a little piece of him that wanted something for doing all of that, he was glad Tyler brought it up.

Carson woke up to Daniel and Tyler walking into the apartment. It was pretty noisy because Tyler had tripped over a boot that was laying in front of the door. His head felt a lot better than it did earlier but it still felt like an echo was there. He noticed that Daniel and Tyler both looked pretty worn out.

“What happened to you two?”

“The elevator broke,” Tyler said, slipping off his converse.

“You actually walked 12 flights of stairs?” Carson asked knowing he would probably just wait until the elevator was fixed.

“Yeah, and lucky for you I'm ordering dinner,” Tyler said, flopping onto the couch opposite of Carson and pulling out his phone. “What do you guys want?”

Carson didn hesitate when he declared he wanted sushi. Daniel went along with it. He was feeling good enough to eat now and he was a little hungry anyway cause he hadn't eaten all day. Tyler sighed and fumbled with his phone a bit. They realized the guy delivering their food would have to walk all the way up the stairs. Carson didn't really care though. It was a while before The food got there, when it did they Tyler tipped the guy like ten bucks. They sat at the table and all separated their orders. Carson poked at his wich was normal. What was not normal is that Tyler was barely touching anything he had. The past week he had scarfed down anything he was handed.

“What's wrong?” Daniel asked, noticing Tyler's Lack of enthusiasm to eat anything.

“Dunno,” he sighed, setting down his fork, “I'm just, not hungry.”

“Could it have been from earlier?”

Carson was confused. Did something happen that Daniel hadn’t told him? Was that part of the reason they looked particularly tired when they walked in? “Earlier?” he asked, staring at Daniel expectantly.

“I’m not sure what happened exactly,” Daniel started not really knowing how to explain what happened in the stairwell.

“There's something on the 6th floor,” Tyler stated. “A malevolent spirit most likely,” he pressed his hands into his face, just the feeling of being on the same floor as that thing was panic inducing the very thought of it made him sick to his stomach. “It’s been there for a while the whole floor reeks of it.”

“We need to send it back. It can't just be left there.” Carson stated.

“”Don't you think i know that? We can't just send it as it is we need to purify it.”

“What do you mean purify it?” Carson was genuinely confused. He didn't really know much about ghosts or spirits, only that they existed and they were sent to the other side after they had died.

“Ya know? Cleanse it, rid it of evil and malevolent, uh ness.” Tyler was trying to explain as well as he could but knew no professional terminology.

“That's real? I thought that was something that was in movies.”

“You and me both. I didn't figure things out until I moved into my current apartment.” When Tyler had moved in there was a spirit that was attached to that apartment for years. The first time he did it he woke up on the floor the next day with blood all over his face. It might end up the same way for Carson.

Tyler rushed over to the bookshelf gathering magic books and setting them on the table as he pushed his food aside which he probably couldn't stomach at the moment anyways. He grabbed the little notebook he had and started going at it desperately searching for anything that would make it easier to purify this thing. There were several things that related to sealing evil spirits but not purifying things. Eventually Carson joined in on the research too as well as Daniel.

The more Daniel thought about it, the more of a bad idea it seemed. How much energy this would take out of Carson or Tyler not knowing what it would do to them. What if it got one of these guys possessed. There were a lot of worst case scenarios that flooded through his head when something Tyler said confirmed one of his suspicions.

“We’d need some way to keep the spirit from getting to us, it’d want to leave but it needs a physical body to do so.”

Carson started to say something when Daniel snapped a book closed. “I'm not letting you do this,” He said, collecting books from the table attempting to stop them from getting any more ideas.

“Why what's the harm?” Tyler complained.

“What's the harm?! Do you have any idea what getting possessed might do to you guys?”

Tyler was hovering over a few books protectively looking slightly annoyed “Yes actually, it's not as bad as you think. It only happened because I didn't know how to keep them out.”

“Do you really think Carson knows how to do that?” Daniel asked like Carson wasnt sitting right next to them.

Carson couldn't blame Daniel for being concerned he could have at least a little faith in him. Daniel reached for the books Tyler was hovering over before his hand was shooed away and Tyler pulled the books closer to himself glaring at Daniel with a “don't you dare touch these” look. He couldn't understand why he was being so defensive about it. “I’m not letting you do it. Not if there's a risk of getting possessed.” They continued to bicker about it before Daniel dropped the conversation and went to bed. Tyler stayed up later than Carson still looking for things that would help him purify this thing until he found something. If Daniel didn't want them to take care of this then he would have to sneak out. He drew the symbol on about 15 pieces of paper so it would be one big circle then taped it all together and folded it and shoved it into the book it came from. He had to wake carson up so he managed to telepathically communicate with him. Something they had learned to do around the time they first met.

“Hey,” He thought into Carson's head while he was sleeping.”Hey wake up, I've got it.”

It took a second for Carson to respond. “Got what? Why are you waking me up?” He thought back

“We can purify it now. Lets go.”

“What? Now?”

“Yes and don't wake up Daniel. He’ll get in the way.” Tyler didn't hear anything from Carson so he thought he might have to do it alone. He suddenly came out of Daniel’s room wearing sweatpants and a sweater even though it was summer as well as an empty jar that gave off a weird energy. It made Carson feel a little nostalgic for when he used to sneak out when he was a teenager.

“You’re actually coming?” Tyler whispered as he was slipping on his shoes. He was glad he didn't have to work on his own.

Carson tossed him a bracelet that was made of large wooden beads that each had symbols carved into it. Then he slipped one onto his own wrist. “You said we needed it right?”

Carson started to slip on his shoes when Daniel came out of the room with his arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face. “If you're going somewhere I'm coming too.”

“Do whatever,” Tyler mumbled angrily which seemed out of character for him “If you get in our way I'll make you wait outside.”

They left the apartment and tried the elevator again luckily it seemed to be fixed. It would have been very convenient for them earlier. They took it down to the sixth floor Carson noticed how more irritated Tyler seemed as they went down. They arrived on the 6th floor and Carson could feel the energy there even though he was wearing the bracelet it felt heavy. Tyler seemed to be incredibly anxious at this point as he took a deep brethand closed his eyes as he walked forward keeping them closed. Carson was confused as to what he was doing until he saw him reaching his hands over the doors. He was feeling for what apartment it was in however Daniel didn't seem to catch on.

“What are you doing?” He asked. Tyler snapped his head in their direction with a disturbing look of anger in his face, his purple eyes staring daggers at them before turning his head and continuing what he was doing. It seemed to startle Daniel “What's up with him?” Daniel asked carson with his brow furrowing slightly. Carson was just as confused as Daniel was. He couldn't really think of real reasons Tyler would be angry he didn't even get mad when Carson had Tackled him at one point he just got up and brushed himself off as Carson stormed away.

Tyler suddenly stopped and knocked on the door of 606 several times before a middle aged man with a beer belly and a white Tank Top he seemed to be even taller than Daniel which ment he towerd over Tyler. came out looking angry and very annoyed. Apparently Tyler was even more so because he was having none of this shit.

“Look, your apartment is haunted. I'll give you two options, One; You let us pass and purify the spirit we will be gone quickly. Two; we force our way in and if you try to stop us I will knock you out with that lamp shade behind you. So what's it gonna be?” The man chuckled and told Tyler to prove it, big mistake. Tyler stuck his hand up with two fingers in the air and pulled them towards himself as a lamp came flying from behind the guy knocking him out as Tyler emotionlessly and let the man fall and stepped over him.

They really started to get concerned at Tyler's sudden shift in behavior and decided they should point it out. “Tyler? Ya good there dude?” Carson asked as He and Daniel walked towards the apartment door.

Tyler pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. “Yeah fine, lets get it over with.”

He just stared at Tyler as he walked into the apartment somebodys in a bad mood. He thought to himself.

The feeling of dread when they walked into the apartment was probably the strangest sensation ever. It was messy and gross and it smelled like beer, they had to clear out a space just to sit. How is this something he hadn't noticed for the several years that he had lived in that building. Tyler walked in setting up the large magic circle sheet and set it up on the floor while sitting next to it. Carson checked to see if it was stable with his vision and it had a pretty strong structure. “How do we do this?” Carson asked, he had no idea how to purify a spirit.

“I have to pry the dark energy apart from the soul without damaging it, It's kind of like surgery it can take anywhere from a few minutes to six or so hours.” He suddenly jerked forward, setting one hand on the floor and the other on his stomach then moving it to his mouth exhaling from his nose before continuing. “We might be here w while so-” he stood up suddenly and dashed towards the bathroom. The apartment was the same as Carson's but reversed so he knew where everything was more or less. He locked the door behind him leaving Daniel and Carson in an awkward silence and the muffled sound of Tyler hacking up everything he had eaten in the past 20 years.

Carson was also feeling nauseous he wasn't sure if it was because the putrid smell of the apartment or the thick feeling that came along with the spirit but he managed to push it to the back of his mind he was glad that he isn't as sensitive to these things as Tyler was. Carson continued setting things up looking through bookmarks. Tyler had book marked and had witten things on sticky notes. Lots of things and symbols related to sealing and removing dark spirits. E came out of the bathroom like nothing happened and got right back to what he was doing. “Carson do you know how to separate things like that?”

Carson had a lot of experience in this field. It can't be any different from separating cancer cells right? “Yeah it takes a while though.”

“Good.” Tyler said “it would shorten the time it takes to do this.” Tyler took the time to put strange purple flower in the center of the magic circle and waited. Caron got a strange chill up his spine as well as Tyler then the flower turned red, it had started. Carson looked with his magic there was a strange dark energy that stained the flower and that same dark energy was swirling around trying to get out of the circle.

Tyler and Carson set their hands onto the edge of the circle and began. Bit by bit they began picking off the bad and negative pieces like picking olives off a pizza. To anyone outside it would look like they were just sitting there with their eyes closed. But to them it was like an operating room one wrong step and they could corrupt the soul or even themselves. Both Tyler and Carson broke into a sweat as they started to struggle, they were at a very delicate spot where they were separating stuff from the core of the soul, “Are we almost there?” Carson groned. They both appeared to be getting exhausted after about an hour. The man that Tyler had hit with the lamp had gotten up and was enraged. How dare some random strangers demand to be let in. Daniel wasn't paying attention when the man got up. He stormed by and grabbed Tyler by the shoulder breaking his concentration.

“Who the hell do you think you are, you little shit?!” the man screamed, shaking Tylers shoulder causing his hand to slip. He grimiched and yelped in pain.what he had been doing was very delicate so his lack of control was dangerous for him and the soul. His nose let out a small stream of blood as he repositioned himself. Daniel grabbed the man's arm and tried to hold him back then he whipped out his phone. “You all are a buch of fuckin magic useres the cops can deal with you.” Daniel panicked but there wasn’t really anything he could do about it. As the police were on their way Carson started shaking, Daniel got closer to check on him only to discover he was starting to shiver. Daniel took off the light jacket he was wearing and threw it over Carson. That would do little to help. There was a knock at the door behind them, it was the police. The busts in the door guns drawn.

“This is the police! Don't move, any use of magic and we will shoot.” Daniels' heart was beating a million miles a minute as the apartment owner stood there with a snarky grin on his face. The officers looked around and locked eyes on Carson who was facing the door. He lowered his gun as well as the woman with him. “Sir you are not in danger here” the male officer said putting the gun back in its holster. The man had been saved by

“You should just go home sir,”The female officer said.

The man got angry. You could practically see the steam coming out of his ears. “This is MY house!! They're the ones who broke in!”

“Then you should go somewhere else,” she said closing the door and leaving. The man was more angry than he was and glared daggers at Daniel as he was still in between him and the two magicians sitting on the floor.

The last bit of negative energy had been removed and then they spring into action startling Daniel and the drunk. Carson suddenly Smacked a jar onto the floor and held it with both hands as Tyler jumped up grabbing what seemed to Daniel, thin air and shoved it into the jar. Tyler kneeled in the center of the circle and seemed to concentrate.

Dark energy was swirling around him and he needed to dissolve it. He had little control so what he was going to do was risky, he concentrated as much as he could and destroyed the dark parts, their energy dissolving and lifting the feeling of the room. He and Carson started panting heavily as soon as it was done. Everything suddenly felt hot and cold at the same time. He scooted backwards into the couch still panting and letting out little coughs. “Take- that. You sick son of a bitch.” he let his eyes slip closed as he went limp falling sideways. Carson let out a wispy laugh before laying down on his side and curling up while he shivered. Daniel went straight to Carson as Tyler just seemed worn out so he wasn't too worried about him.

“Car? Carson can you hear me?” Daniel asked as he repositioned the jacket so it was completely wrapped around Carson like a swaddle. Carson gave a lazy nod, keeping his eyes closed, as Daniel looked around for more things to cover him up with. “I need blankets, please,” He begged the drunk. Luckily he wasn't completely heartless and got about four blankets and gave them to Daniel. He threw them over Carson and wrapped him up. Over the blankets, Daniel wrapped his arms around Carson to provide some warmth, knowing he wouldn’t complain at a time like this. He ran his hands up and down Carson’s arms instinctively as if the friction would help somehow. “I told you it wasn't a good idea didn’t I?” He glanced over at Tyler who was still out cold but he could see that he was breathing steadily so he didn’t seem to be in immediate danger. About ten minutes went by and Carson seemed to be warming up though he was still shivering a bit. “Can you stand? We need to get back to the apartment,” He needed to get Carson and Tyler out of there, mainly to treat them, but he also didn't want to stay in that disgusting apartment anymore it smelled and there were empty beer bottles, clothes, paper and food wrappers all over.

Carson didn't want to move but he reluctantly got up and wrapped himself up in Daniels jacket that was two sizes too big, still shivering. He looked sad as he was forced to leave his pile of blankets behind. Daniel managed to prop Tyler on his back and walk out the apartment and to the elevator. All Carson could do was trail behind him, trying to keep up even though his legs felt stiff and weak. Daniel’s back felt uncomfortably hot, more hot than it should be. It dawned on him that Tyler might have a mild fever and he'd have to check it when he got to the apartment. Carson was still shivering, he looked exhausted, like he was ready to just sleep on the elevator floor. He’d seen that look of exhaustion on Carson before. His eyes were glazed over and Daniel could tell just looking at him that he was counting down the seconds until he could sit down again. Carson kept an eye on Tyler, he seemed okay but he wouldn’t really know without looking at him with his magical senses. When he tried to switch over to his other sight he closed his eyes for a little too long and forgot what he was doing. The ding of the elevator woke him back up suddenly.

Daniel laid Tyler on the couch and motioned Carson to do the same. He got the thermometer and blankets while pulling out his phone. He was honestly overwhelmed. He could handle just Carson but not both, he couldn't do this on his own and there was only one person he could really call in this situation. Carson's mom, Diana. She was a registered nurse and she might know what to do, at the very least she’d know more than he did. Daniel stuck the thermometer into Tyler's mouth and made sure Carson was fully covered in blankets, then he turned up the heat a bit while he dialed Diana's number.

‘He-hello Diana?” Daniel stuttered, standing up and running his hand through his hair before going to check the thermometer that just beeped. 101.6*, okay not too bad, now for Carson.

“Daniel? What's wrong?” she asked, hearing the panic in Daniels' voice. “Is it Carson?”

“Yeah he-”

“I'll be there in twenty minutes.” Diana lived a good two hours away but when it came to Carson she could care less about a speeding ticket.

“Okay, I-I have another person here too, he has a low fever, he should be fine.”

“Okay,” she responded, Daniel could hear shuffling on the other side of the phone before she hung up. Daniel heard the beep of the thermometer, 94*. Carson was falling asleep so Daniel patted the side of his face to wake him up. “Come on Carson, you can't fall asleep.” he sat Carson up on the couch and kept an eye on him to make sure he wasn't closing his light blue eyes for any reason but blinking. Tyler started to stir as he woke up he let out a coughing fit, lifting his head off the arm of the couch. Daniel knew that wasn't a good sign coming from Tyler but why he was coughing wasn’t from asthma.

“Tyler are you okay?” Daniel asked. But didn't get a response. He still seemed dazed. Daniel paced around until Diana got there.

He heard knocking at the door and quickly let Diana in. She went straight to Carson.

He's cold, what's his temperature?

“94*, it was 94* last time I checked.” Tyler let out another coughing fit each one sounding more aggressive. Daniel went for the yellow bag in carson's bedroom and pulled out an inhaler and brought it out. “Tyler, do you need this, be honest with me.”

“Diana wiped her head around to see Tyler behind her she quickly moved the coffee table so it was perpendicular to the couches and ad the end of the couch were Carson and Tyler's feet were facing and set a bunch of medical supplies she had brought with her including IV bags, a first aid kit, and things you could do surgery with. “Is he an asthmatic?” she asked.

“Uh- yes.” Daniel stuttered

“Bring any medical supplies he has out here, just in case. And prop pillows under him don't let him lay flat on his back like that especially if he's coughing.” Daniel did as she asked as Diana tended to Carson attempting to warm him up. Dropping one of the blankets over Carson's head and making sure none of him was exposed to open air accept his face as he just stared at her in a daze as she laid him down.

“Mom? Why are you here?” he asked.

“Because I’m your mom I don't need a reason to visit.

Daniel came out with the nebulizer, yellow backpack and about six pillows. He did as the nurse asked and propped Tyler up as he had his hand around Tyler's head. It felt hot and it was then he noticed he was dripping in sweat. “No no it can't be,” he muttered to himself. He grabbed the thermometer and re-checked Tyler's temperature.* “Uh, diana? Do fevers usually rise this quickly?” Daniel asked with panic in his voice.

“What was it before ?”she asked. Raising an eyebrow.

“101.6,” he stammered.

“What is it now?”

“102.4” Daniel said, hands shaking. He was getting so overwhelmed at this point he felt like he was going to cry.

“Give him the acetaminophen in the IV bag over there.”

“But-” Daniel had hardly any confidence putting a needle in anybody but he was taught how to do it correctly by Diana so he had no choice because she was busy with Carson.

Tyler was just lying there dazed as he let out small coughs here and there. He just stared into nothing until he saw the needle above him. Something told him he should be afraid of it. He jerked his arm away as his breathing became rapid and panicked as he tried to squirm away. Daniel put his hand over Tylers chest to make sure he stayed down but that just scared him more. He tried to grab at Daniels arm and push him off but he was a lot stronger than Tyler was. “No, no no no no.” he whined, kicking his legs and making things difficult. Daniel held down Tylers arm as he inserted the IV into Tyler's arm and set the bag on the back of the couch. He dragged a lamp over and hooked the bag on a branch of the lamp.

After Diana finished tending to Carson he went over Tyler and gave him a full blown check up. He could tell he was underweight just by the fact he could see his ribs, he still wasn't wearing a shirt. He seemed to be getting very agitated at people touching him, getting as fidgety as Carson would be. He suddenly got aggressive and went to bite at Diana before Daniel pulled her back letting Tyler scratch his arm. For Diana it was just another day of work but Carson wasn't having it. He sat up and came to attention as a protective instinct came over him.

“What the hell man?!” Carson shouted still wrapped in several blankets. “Back off, pull yourself together!”

Daniel got in between Diana and Tyler who he noticed was acting very strange and out of character. Tyler let out an aggressive wet cough that seemed to go on forever. She needed to check his breathing. The aggressive coughing was worrying.

“Is he normally aggressive like this?” She asked, grabbing a syringe and making sure there were no air bubbles.

“No, he's pretty cooperative.” Daniel said. Diana asked him to hold Tyler down while she sedated him. Tyler slowly stopped fidgeting until his eyes fluttered closed and he was fully sedated. She put a stethoscope to his chest and back as Daniel held him up. It sounded normal, for an asthmatic anyways. Tyler seemed fine for now despite the fever so she went back to Carson going to recheck his temperature. 96* still a little low but he wasn't hypothermic anymore. They enjoyed the next ten minutes as there wasn't a whole lot of chaos.

“So,” Diana started. “How do you guys know this kid? Tyler was it?”

“Daniel glanced at Tyler who would be out cold for the next 15 minutes or so, “We met him during the case we did in Oregon. He was a magic consultant.”

“He’s a magician?” Diana asked kind of surprised she had never met another magician other than Carson so she was kind of intrigued. Tyler wasn't actually a magician, he was a psychic but she really didn't know the difference.

“Yeah, he's pretty inexperienced.” Carson chimed in. “And annoying, I had to stab this guy in the leg with a bronchodilator the other day. At like three o’clock in the morning.”

“How long has he had magic?”

“Two and a half years. At least that's what he said.”

“What about” Diana paused with a sympathetic look in her eyes.”How he’s treated. You know? For having magic.” Carson was treated horribly by peers at school and the people in his little town when he was younger; she felt horrible just at the thought that Tyler might be treated that way too.

“Lets just say they put him in police work to keep an eye on him. Apparently he's powerful enough to have the feds breathing down his neck.”

Diana sighed “I'm glad they don't have you on any kind of list.”

“It doesn't really help that he doesn't have all the control Carson has.” Daniel said snickering trying to bring a good vibe to the conversation. They continued to talk about things Tyler has told them like his five siblings or his girlfriend who Carson thought was way too cheery. They also talked about Daniel's bookstore and just how life was in general.

“Hn-” They heard a groan from Tyler and looked back at him, he was dripping in sweat as his bangs clinged to his forehead, uncomfortably shifting around. His eyebrows furrowed as his eyes opened. They all tensed up seeing as Tyler was getting aggressive for seemingly no reason. He tried to get up but he couldn't even stand, the fever was making him dizzy. Diana went to help him but he seemed worse than he was half an hour ago. She felt his forehead with caution but lucky he didn't have the strength to fight anymore even though he tried to push her away. He felt too hot for it to be normal. They checked his fever again for the third time. 104.2*.

“This isn't normal, it should have gone down,” she muttered to herself. “What were you guys doing Carson? Before Daniel called me.”

“Purifying a spirit,”

She wanted to ask a million questions, she didn't know what that meant ,how, or why he did it. “What happened while you were doing that? Did anything feel strange about him?”

Carson decided to look at Tyler with his magic. If this problem wasn't physical it was magical and he was right, he could see something with an ugly red tint attached to Tyler. “Something’s there.” he chimed getting up off the couch and wobbling over to his mom and Tyler. “I think it's part of the spirit we purified,” When the man grabbed at Tyler's shoulder causing him to slip, he had messed up the process and a bit of the dark energy slipped passed his defences even though they had been wearing the bracelets. Unfortunately spirits aren't magic.

“So it is magic, how do we get rid of it?” Diana asked hoping it would be simple.

Carson placed his hands on Tylers arm to really read what was going on. “It’s acting like an infection, his system might be trying to fight something that isn’t there.”

“Is that what's causing the fever?” Daniel asked

“Probably,” It was relatively easy to get rid of something that caused so much damage. It was like peeling a band aid except you had to be more delicate. As soon as Carson plucked away the dark energy tyler seemed to relax and went limp on the floor just like that the chaos was over. They were all tired. It was four or five in the morning and Diana decided she would spend the night to keep an eye on Carson and Tyler. She kept Carson awake until the thermometer was above 97* just to be safe.

Daniel was glad it was one of his days off because if it wasn't he'd be late for work. It was around 2 pm and everyone was sleeping. The IV had been taken out of Tylers arm and he had been covered in a blanket. Carson had kicked off a few of the blankets he had been laid under in his sleep. It was a good sign That meant the blankets were too warm and he was back to normal. Tyler was still coughing but not nearly as violently. He decided to grab the thermometer science Diana was still sleeping on the floor next to the couch Carson was on. He put the thermometer in Tyler's mouth as he went to make something to eat. He came back with some toast and eggs and sat down on the floor by the coffee table which was still pushed to the side. He checked the thermometer 100.2 , the fever probably broke this morning because it was still on the border. He sat there by himself and ate before turning in the TV. He made sure the volume was down this time so he could let everyone sleep. They had a rough night.

Diana woke up and Checked on Carson, accidentally waking him up. "You stayed?" Carson asked. He wasn't sure why he asked, he already knew she would.

"I don't need a reason too, '' she chimed, rubbing his head. "How are you feeling?"

"Fine," He really was doing okay he still didn't want to worry his mom anymore.

"That's good," She said smiling.

She checked in with Daniel because he still seemed stressed. She couldn't blame him, if Tyler had not been in bad shape too, Daniel could have handled it on his own. He might have looked strong and tough on the outside but really he was the equivalent to a puppy. Diana went To check on Tyler who might have been awake for a while because he was lying there spaced out just staring at the light fixture on the ceiling. She was very cautious getting close but any kind of aggressive behavior had dissipated and he was completely calm. He could barely remember what happened. The time he spent just staring at the ceiling was him trying to recall anything past starting the purification. It was only when He saw Diana's face appear over him that a few gears clicked in his head. He mindlessly grabbed her arms and checked them for scratches and bite marks; she just let him, he looked around for Daniel who he saw behind Diana watching tv. There were several scratches on his forearm and a wave of guilt washed over him. Did he do that?

“S-orry,” Tyler mumbled. “I'm sorry for hurting you guys.” He couldn't look them in the eye they had tried to help but all he did was try to hurt them.

“It's no big deal,” Diana said, sitting him up and checking his lungs. “I deal with difficult patients all the time.” She asked him to take a deep breath and he did so. “Anyways , I'm glad you seem to be doing better.”

Carson eyed Daniel who was rubbing his arm which was covered in scratches. He got up and sat beside Daniel on the floor and brushed his arm against Daniels healing all of the scratches. He couldn't help being upset even though it wasn't entirely Tyler's fault. Whatever had attached to him seemed to be making him aggressive because when Carson had taken it out he went back to normal. He saw Tyler try to get up but he seemed unsteady on his feet but managed to walk to the bathroom. A second later they hear Tyler scream all of their heads looking in that direction.

“What the hell happened to my hair?!” He swung his head out of the bathroom door. “Why the hell didn't you tell me I looked like a drowned rat?!” He went right back into the bathroom and turned on the shower. Everyone just stood there in confusion. They were surprised how quickly he seemed to bounce back from being sick just the day before.

Daniel and Diana sat on the couch since Nobody was laying on it anymore. They pulled out their phones just appearing to be scrolling through social media but really they were texting back and forth. Diana asked if he was eating well enough because he had a serious problem with that in high school, a mother can't help but check on her child. She recommended fettuccine Alferdo because Carson liked it a lot and sent him the recipe. Carson would once in a while give them a suspicious lance because they would let out a quiet giggle here and there. Carson just decided to read a book, it was one he had read a million times but he still enjoyed.it was called Catching the Rye. The plot really reminded him of himself.

Tyler came out of the bathroom about 15 minutes after the water had stopped . Carson had wondered what had taken so long but when he came out of the bathroom he knew why. His hair was now short and it looked oddly fluffy because it had been blow dried but you could tell it was a bit choppy. It was a little longer than Carson's now he still had side bangs and still had hair chunks that settled at his sideburns which were now visible. When Tyler walked passed you could tell that he had missed a few chunks in the back. He looked about five years younger.

“Who are you and what have you done with Tyler?” Carson asked, surprised and Daniel seemed to be too. You could see little flecks of hair on his neck and shirt.

“I am a ghost come to haunt you.” Tyler said sarcastically sitting next to Diana on the couch.

“You didn't leave all that hair on the bathroom floor did you?” Carson asked.

“No, What am I, a slob?”

Diana couldn't help but point out the chunks of hair he missed in the back as Tyler went to fumble with it. “Want me to fix it?” she asked. He looked at her questioningly then nodded his head. Diana went to pull a chair for Tyler to sit in while she stood behind him and fixed the things he missed. She started asking him questions about things Daniel and Carson told her.

“Are you really a magician?” Diana asked Tyler pated his fingers on the back of the chair as he was sitting backwards in it before answering.

“I'm a psychic, It's different from magic.”

“How is it?” Diana asked, sniping at Tyler's hair and brushing some of his back.

“Well, psychics deal with the power of our mind not using the energy around you. If Carson tried he could probably grow a plant but I wouldn't even be able to sprout a seed ya know. I would be able to read anybody's mind with ease, all accept for Carson.”

Diana wasn't so sure about that but she had no reason to to believe him. She wanted to test him.

“Oh really? What am I thinking?”

Tyler tilted his head a bit and closed his eyes. The fact that Diana was touching him made it easy to read her mind like blinking. “ 2,583”

Diana wasn’t surprised she expected the unexpected but still found it intriguing. “Hmm, impressive, what other things can you do?”

“Watch this,” Tyler still didn't feel well enough to do anything too big but he decided to cause Carson some trouble. He pointed two fingers in carsons direction and flipped a blanket over his head then pulled his phone which was on the coffee table toward him and caught it in his hand. He made a mischievous snicker as Carson went to glare at Tyler.

Diana smiled, holding back a laugh and finishing up Tyler's hair. “There, done.” she said brushing off his back.

Tyler stood up stretched and scratched his neck then Daniel stood up. "Anyone want something to eat?” He asked. Daniel didn't feel like getting up and making a whole lot of food so he just ordered takeout. They sat there and waited with Carson almost falling back asleep. There was a knock at the door then Daniel grabbed the food and went to separate it in between everyone else. Danie land Diana ate normally while Tyler and Carson hardly touched anything. Any kind of appetite they had for that day was gone. One could hardly blame them. Just the night before they were both in bad condition. Tyler feels bad if he doesn't finish food that is made or bought for him and he tried finishing it with all his might. About halfway through he stopped eating entirely. Carson only took one or two bites before stopping, He felt nauseous. Diana kept prying Tyler about his family and his home life. Eventually She had to leave because she had work the next day. Daniel and Carson (but mainly Daniel) Explained The majority of what happened because Tyler hardly remembered anything other than attacking Daniel.

The next day Carson tip-toed over to the door of his bedroom where Tyler was sleeping before remembering an earthquake couldn’t wake him. He sighed, loosening his shoulders as he walked in heading straight for the closet. If he wanted clothes he could have easily taken some from Daniel’s room but he wasn’t looking for clothes. On the top shelf in plain view was his bong -- a small, glass piece maybe 8 inches tall. Next to it was a bag of supplies. Carson grabbed both and went out to the apartment’s small balcony. It felt weird to smoke weed out there. He always felt like the world was staring back at him. He missed his old back porch, shaded by the tree and hidden by the fence. Here he could look in either direction and see more balconies and if he looked straight ahead, well there it was, New York City. Carson fell back into one of the lawn chairs and got to work setting up his things. He rarely got up this early but it felt right somehow. Finally some peace and quiet. Daniel was at work, Tyler was asleep-

“What are ya doing out here?” Tyler asked suddenly, poking his head through the door. His purple eyes were full of innocence.

Carson looked down at the bong, realizing there was no point lying now. He caught him. “You’re letting out all the AC. Decide, in or out,” he told him. Tyler realized he was in fact, standing in the doorway letting out all the cool air. On a whim, he decided to join him out on the balcony. Tyler slid the door closed and sat sideways on the other chair to face him, “You didn’t answer my question.”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Carson asked rhetorically as he hit the bong. He stared Tyler right in the eyes as he did as if to say “judge me, I dare you”.

“It looks like you're smoking something,” Tyler quipped.

“So you aren’t completely blind after all, good for you.” Carson replied. He settled further into the cushions of the chair, straightening out his legs. This wasn’t exactly how he planned for this to go but he could manage. Tyler would probably get bored in a minute and go back inside anyway.

“I wanna try it.”

Carson coughed on a cloud of smoke, his face momentarily getting red from the strain. ”You what?” He asked in disbelief.

“You deaf? I wanna try it, what exactly is it that you’re smoking?”

“Just how long were you in that coma? It’s weed, obviously.” Carson scoffed. Who didn’t know what weed looked like?

“Three and a half years,” Tyler didn't really know slang for stuff like that so he was genuinely confused. “weed?”

Carson perked up, suddenly turning to look at him, “You’re kidding.”

“Well I don't know what weed is if it's slang for something I wouldn't know, ya know?”

Carson looked like he had a million things he wanted to say about that but he just sighed, shaking his head. “Weed, pot, grass, marijuana, ringing any bells?”

“Oh, you should have said marajuana in the first pace.”

“You know who says the word ‘marijuana’? Narcs, that’s who,” Carson argued.

“I'm used to dealing with the crackheads. I only know professional terminology.”

The wind suddenly changed directions, blowing some smoke in Tyler’s face. Carson grimaced, “Better go inside before you lose a lung, kid.”

“I can do what I wanna, i'm not a kid ya know,”

There was a spark of mischief in Carson’s eye. “Okay, go ahead then,” He challenged, handing him the bong and a lighter. Carson sat back and watched, expecting him to not know what to do with it. Tyler tried blowing onto the bong failing horribly and spilling ash onto his leg.

If Carson wasn’t already feeling it a little he’d be twitching with annoyance seeing him waste perfectly good weed like that but in that moment, all he could do was laugh. “I knew it.”

Tyler tilted his head and looked confusingly at Carson. “What?”

Carson rolled his eyes and thrust his hand out, “Give it back.”

Tyler looked a little bit sad as he glanced at the bong and handed it back to Carson. He wanted to be mischievous.

Once he had his things back, Carson put a little fresh weed from his bag into it and looked at Tyler purposefully, “Just watch.” He held up his lighter in one hand with the bong in the other then did everything in slow motion. Carson lit the bowl and waited for it to smoke a little then inhaled, causing the glass to fill with smoke. Then he pulled the weed out and inhaled. “You got all that or do you want me to do it again?”

“I think so,” Tyler said, taking the bong and weed from Carson and copying his actions. He let out a few coughs but strangely, it didn’t trigger his asthma.

Tyler passed it back to Carson and Carson took another hit then set it down on the deck. The city looked so beautiful from up high. There was a slight breeze too which was a miracle for the weather they’d been having. Tyler seemed to enjoy every second of the breeze as he inhaled through his nose.

“It’s nice up here, isn’t it?” Carson asked, breaking the silence.

“Yeah, you don't see places this high in my town.” Tyler said, gesturing for Carson to give him more with his hand outstretched. He was feeling the effects start to kick in a bit.

“Oh man, you know what we need?” He turned to him, looking suspiciously friendly.

“Hmm?” Tyler said, taking another hit.

A small smile spread across Carson’s face, “Blankets.”

“That same smile spread on Tyler's face. “Fluffy ones?”

Instead of answering Carson just stepped back into the apartment, disappearing inside to go hunt down those blankets. He ended up grabbing two that were already draped over the couches from last night. When he came back and handed one over, Tyler noticed that he seemed a bit different somehow. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

Carson got comfortable on his chair again and spread the blanket over himself so that his feet were still poking out. Tyler, instead of copying carson completely wrapped himself up including his head and rubbed his face on the blanket. He really looked like a child.

Tyler liked the smell of the detergent. It was somehow comforting. “Soft,” he muttered, staring off into space.

It was oddly peaceful to Carson, he usually did this alone but now there was somebody to do it with at least just this once. “You know, you’re not as much of a nuisance as I thought you were.”

“Really?”Tyler genuinely couldn't ever read Carson. His mind was closed off. It was like a door made of steel shielded with cast iron so reading his mind was impossible. It was nice to know that he wasn’t a total burden.

“Yeah.” Carson said stretching his arms up and setting them behind his head. He might not have admitted that if he was sober.

Speaking of sober Tyler definitely wasn’t. He was happily humming to himself without a care in the world. Seeing him agitated the other night made him curious about what would happen if he really got angry. Seeing him now you would never think he was capable of any kind of rage. Last november he had brutally beaten a man who had hurt his girlfriend. He wasn't sure he wanted to know what it was like on the receiving end of it. He pushed those thoughts to the back of his mind. He went to reach for the bong but it wasn’t there, Tyler had it. Carson asked for it and Tyler went to hand it to him. Instead of using his left hand which was closer to Carson he used his right. If Carson's hand would have been there it would have broken because it seemed to slip through Tylers fingers. He just went to staring at his hand wiggling his fingers like was making sure they were there and rubbing at a scar that was on the outer part of his forearm.

They heard a door slamming from inside the house. It was probably Daniel coming home for lunch. “Carson? He called. “Tyler? Are you guys here?” he spotted them on the balcony as he got closer to the glass door. He saw a puff of smoke come from one side. Was he really smoking? Daniel poked his head on the balcony but not only was Carson high but Tyler seemed to be too.

“Really, I was gone for a few hours and this is what you do?” Daniel gave Carson a glare then listened to a short cough that Tyler let out. “You let he asthmatic smoke?!”

“I’m not his babysitter, besides he's the one who wanted to.”

“Y-” Daniel sighed and went back inside to make lunch. Carson followed him inside with his blanket trailing behind him as well as Tyler.

Carson caught Tyler staring at him with an unreadable look. “What are you doing?” He asked, kind of feeling weirded out.

“I'm taller.”

Carson stared back at Tyler with a slight look of annoyance. He studied Tyler for a second and he probably was taller maybe an inch or two. They heard Daniel open the fridge in the kitchen and just sat on the couch. Tyler laid down and his eyes looked bloodshot and he seemed ready to go back to sleep. He got up sniffing the air about ten minutes later sniffing the air and going to the kitchen leaving Carson by himself in the living room. Daniel and Tyler came out with a few plates of food with some pasta with white sauce and some vegetables. He then left for work and Crson and tyler spent the majority of the day being high and watching stupid things that made no scence but was funny to them anyway.

The day came Where Tyler had to leave, Daniel and Carson helped Tyler carry his things to his little Red car. “Ya glad to Have your room back?” Tyler asked, throwing stuff into the hatchback of his car.

“I guess.” To Tyler he sounded a little disappointed.

“What, you’re not actually upset I'm leaving are ya?”

“Not really.” Carson said, pulling out a black leather book that looked kind of fancy. “Here.” he said shoving it into Tyler's hands.

“What's this for?”

“Every magician needs a journal don't you think?”

Tyler managed to conceal his excitement but not the big grin that appeared on his face. Tyler flipped through the first few pages on the first page were Daniel and Carson's numbers. There were several things written in it about controlling magic inside a circle, and the way structure affects how strong the seal was. There was a lot of emphasis on control.

“You're giving me this?” Tyler asked Looking up at Carson.

Carson clapped his hands over Tyler's shoulder. "That’ll be 12.95.”

Tyler couldn't help but laugh. He couldn't tell if Carson was serious so he smacked a 20$ bill into his hand, Carson looking slightly surprised. Tyler put his hand on Carson's shoulder. “Instead of buying Marijuana with that buy yourself a few more books. Getting high all the time isn't super good for you ya know.”

“No promises,” Carson said Turning his head as Tyler started walking to his car.

He got in his car and got in rolling down his window. “Keep the change!” He yelled as he turned out of the parking lot and sped away. Carson felt a twinge of sadness when he sped away and went out of sight.

#whump #whumpee #carson series #magic whump #whump blog

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omg em ❤️ if you can you could write about pynch snowed in + lynch brothers

anonymous asked: prompt: adam and ronan snowed in at Christmas and using the time to bake and watch bad Christmas movies and be soft and make out, please?

anonymous asked: pynch baking cookies, but Ronan is allergic to cinnamon and Adam doesn’t know that and Ronan doesn’t say anything because he doesn’t want to ruin the moment

(i’ve merged all these prompts together into something that’s kind of what you all wanted, i hope it’s okay! also this is also on ao3 here)

When Adam was finally home for the holidays, he and Ronan still had three full days alone before Declan and Matthew were due to arrive on Christmas Eve.

Adam planned on making full use of them.

Day one involved doing very little. They had a lazy morning, trying — albeit not very hard — and failing to get out of bed several times, alternating between coaxing the other back into the warmth whenever one of them got even close to getting up. Tired, unhurried kisses were shared under the covers, hands wandering slowly, fingers grazing bare skin, muffled laughter into necks. Quiet, nonsensical conversations that tapered out until one and then the other drifted back to sleep, before rousing again some time later, limbs entangled in the little cocoon they had created.

Eventually, hunger motivated them to move downstairs, where they cooked up a mountain of breakfast food in the kitchen before heading to the living room to make a blanket fort and watch Christmas movies for the rest of the day.

They’d made it through Elf, Gremlins, The Nightmare Before Christmas, and — because Ronan inexplicably loved it — The Holiday, before they stopped to make another mountain of food, for dinner this time. Once they’d eaten their fill, dishes were thrown into the sink to soak (probably overnight as it was highly unlikely they’d get to them before heading to bed), and then, arms slung around each other, they retreated back to their living room blanket fort for more movies.

Adam couldn’t remember the last time he’d had a day like this. A nothing day. Even the blissful summer with Ronan had been interspersed with work, and they’d spent most of their free time outside anyway. Today, Adam had barely even looked out of the window, too busy soaking up time missed, time with Ronan, time he wasn’t going to take for granted.

They were so full they could hardly move, but they still lay sprawled over each other in their blanket fort, made even softer by all the cushions Ronan had scattered. They watched both Home Alone movies back to back, Adam drowsily and unnecessarily pointing out all the ways in which Harry and Marv should be dead, if not incapacitated at the very least. When Marv got hit in the head by the fourth brick in Home Alone 2, he threw his hands up in exasperation.

“This is ridiculous. Just one of those from that height would kill him, and I’m supposed to believe he can take four and just walk it off?”

Ronan laughed fondly; Adam felt it rumble through where his head was rested on Ronan’s chest. “See, Parrish, this is what’s called a ‘movie’, and in movies, we’re supposed to suspend our disbelief.”

Adam rolled his eyes, lifted his head, and shoved a cushion in Ronan’s face, all in one smooth movement. “I know what a movie is you patronising ass. I’m just saying. They’re asking me to suspend an awful lot of disbelief, that’s all.”

“Okay, college boy,” Ronan said with a sage nod, before Adam shut him up with a kiss.

Between make-outs and more movie complaints, they ended up falling asleep down there before Adam rolled over and onto the hard floor and woke himself up. He dragged a disgruntled Ronan up to bed with him where they fell asleep again almost instantly, clutched close together, sharing warmth.

The next day was a shopping day, as tempting as a repeat of the day before was. Ronan had already got the essentials before Adam had got there, but they needed a few extra flourishes, snacks and drinks.

When they got back to the Barns and unloaded the car, Ronan stopped before reaching the porch steps. He tilted his head back and took a deep breath, eyes closed.

“It’s going to snow,” he said.

Adam looked up at the sky. It was undoubtedly cold and grey, but there had been no snow forecast. He remained dubious.

“You think?”

“I do.”

“Why?”

Ronan grinned. “Because I really, really want it to snow.”

It didn’t snow, not for the rest of the day, nor was there any sign of snow when they awoke the next morning. Ronan’s good mood was unaffected, however, and as he set about farmyard chores, Adam took over the kitchen to make gingerbread cookies.

He’d found a recipe that seemed simple enough online, and there were Christmas themed cookie cutters in one of the drawers, so he was all set. The dough didn’t take long to bring together and while it was chilling in the fridge, he went outside to help Ronan.

Ronan was almost done so Adam just waited for him to finish tidying up one of the barns and then they leisurely walked back towards the house. Halfway back, Ronan complained that he was tired and couldn’t possibly go on, so Adam gave him a piggyback, which involved a lot of swaying and almost overbalancing as Ronan was pretty heavy.

When they reached the porch, Adam dropped Ronan unceremoniously and went to lean against the railing, looking out at the grounds. There was a crispness in the air, and Ronan’s cheeks and nose were pink from being out in the cold for a while. Adam could see his breath mist in the air as he took in the view. It struck him that he’d never seen the Barns in snow, but that he’d very much like to.

Strong, sturdy arms enveloped him from behind, and he felt Ronan perch his chin on Adam’s shoulder. He twisted a little, enough so that he could reach to kiss Ronan’s cold cheek.

“What’re you thinking about?” Ronan asked.

Adam smiled. “I’m just wishing for snow.”

“It’s coming, Parrish. Trust me.”

Adam pressed back, snug in Ronan’s arms. “I do.”

Back inside, Ronan went to shower to warm up, and when he didn’t reappear, Adam found him napping, half-dressed on top of the bed. Adam threw a soft blanket over him, pressed a kiss to his temple, and left him to it.

Reasoning that his cookie dough had chilled long enough now, Adam set about rolling, cutting, and baking. There was enough dough to fill two baking trays full of cookies of various shapes; Christmas trees, snowmen, reindeer, and stars.

When they were out of the oven and cooling, Adam made some icing to decorate. There were only two food colourings to be found in the pantry, but luckily they were red and green, which seemed appropriately festive.

Using those two colours, plus a plain white, he set about decorating. They weren’t the neatest, but they were bright and cheerful, and clearly very homemade, which was exactly what he had been going for. He was just finishing icing his last one, a nice red star, when Ronan walked into the kitchen, pulling on a hoodie.

He yawned and smiled at Adam, adorably sleep-rumpled. Then he clocked the iced cookies on a plate.

“Oh, jackpot.” He grabbed a Christmas tree one and took a giant bite before Adam could stop him.

“Hey, I’ve only just finished them, the icing won’t even be fully set yet,” he said.

Ronan grinned, unapologetic, then took another bite. “S’good, Parrish,” he said with his mouth full.

“Good. Save the rest for tomorrow when your brothers get here.”

“Yes, boss,” Ronan said. He’d slowed down chewing his second bite, and he gave the cookie a closer look. Then he put it down, unfinished, and got himself a glass of water.

Adam frowned. “What is it?”

“Nothing, nothing,” Ronan said airily, then cleared his throat a couple of times. “Just…they don’t have cinnamon in them, by any chance, do they?”

“Of course they do, it’s gingerbread. Why?”

“No reason. I’m just like, mildly allergic to cinnamon. It’s no big deal.”

“Did you just say you’re allergic?”

“I said ‘mildly’.”

“Fuck, Ronan! Do you need to go to the hospital?”

Ronan was rooting through the cupboards until he finally found a little packet of tablets. “Nah, it’s fine, I’ll just take an antihistamine.”

He swallowed a tablet with water, and Adam watched him warily. “Your throat’s not gonna close up then?”

Ronan shook his head with a smile. “No. I told you, it’s a mild allergy. It just makes my throat itch and maybe irritates my eyes a little or makes me sneeze. But I only took two bites of one cookie so it’s fine, it’s not like I ate a whole fucking spoonful.”

Adam crossed his arms. “Why didn’t you ask if there was any cinnamon in them before you took an enormous bite? And for that matter, why, when I said I was making gingerbread cookies, did you not say not to put any in because you’re allergic?”

Ronan cocked his head to the side, crooked smile on his face that would have a different effect on Adam if he weren’t already annoyed. “Do I look like I know what goes in gingerbread cookies?”

Adam sighed. “Ronan it’s a pretty standard festive spice, it’s in almost everything this time of the year. And anyway, why didn’t you tell me you had an allergy? Is there anything else?”

Ronan shrugged. “No? Don’t think so. And I didn’t tell you because I didn’t even think about it. It’s not a Gansey allergy, it’s not gonna kill me.”

“It better not, because if it does, I’ll kill you.”

“Fair.”

Adam finished the cookie Ronan had half eaten, pleased that it did actually taste nice. He’d have to make some normal sugar cookies now as well, that Ronan could eat.

“You wanna help me make some more cookies?” he asked. “I promise I won’t poison you this time.”

Ronan mulled this over, finishing his water as he did. “Do I get to decorate?”

“Yes.”

“Then yes.”

Baking, Adam discovered, was more fun when Ronan was there. It was messier, and it took longer thanks to impromptu powdered sugar fights followed by make-out truces, but infinitely more fun.

He went to bed that night feeling full and festive and excited for the next few days.

The next day was Christmas Eve, and Declan and Matthew arrived at around midday. An hour later, it started to snow.

Ronan ran outside, whooping delightedly. “What did I tell you, Parrish? What did I fucking say?”

Declan looked up at the sky with a frown. “I hope it doesn’t stick. I need to be back in DC on the 27th.”

Adam looked across to where Ronan and Matthew were chasing each other around, slipping where the snow was starting to stick. The flakes were thick and fluffy and falling fast with no end in sight. He shrugged. “That’s three days away, I’m sure however much sticks will be gone by then. And you’ve got nowhere better to be now, right?”

Declan was watching his brothers too, and he half smiled. “No, I guess not.” He turned to Adam. “By the way, were those gingerbread cookies in the kitchen? Because Ronan can’t have one, he’s allergic to cinnamon.”

“God, yeah, I know that now, he took two giant bites of one before he realised what was in it. It wasn’t actually my intention to poison him for Christmas.”

Ronan and Matthew had circled back around, and were in earshot again so Ronan caught what they were talking about. He hopped up to the railing of the porch where Adam stood and kissed him on the cheek.

“For the last fucking time, I’m mildly allergic.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Adam said fondly, catching his hand in Ronan’s collar to pull him close and kiss him properly.

Back inside, Declan made hot drinks and Ronan made a fire, and they all settled down in the living room to watch more Christmas movies

“Can we watch Home Alone next?” asked Matthew after they’d finished The Muppets Christmas Carol.

“No, because otherwise Parrish will literally never shut up about medical inaccuracies.”

But they did watch it again, because it was Matthew’s favourite, and Adam napped through it anyway, cozy under a blanket with Ronan’s arm around him.

Declan disappeared for a while to make them all dinner, and after they’d eaten they played a few old board games that Ronan had found buried in a cupboard somewhere.

It grew late, and everyone started yawning, and eventually they all trickled off the bed.

And all the while, the snow continued to fall.

On Christmas Day, they woke up to picture-perfect views outside, pristine snow that had been undisturbed. They spent the morning eating Adam’s homemade cookies, drinking coffee, and opening presents under the tree.

Ronan had got Santa hats for everyone that he insisted they all wear; Adam’s was green, Matthew’s was red, Ronan’s was black, and Declan’s was blue. There was music and laughter, and wrapping paper crushed into balls and thrown around for Chainsaw to chase. There was thank you’s and hugs and headlocks. Given that there were only four of them, cooking dinner wasn’t particularly an ordeal, and they all helped, and they all cleared up afterwards before finally piling outside to make their mark on the snow.

It had been stopping and starting again all day, and was already very deep. They didn’t venture far, sticking close to the house as they built snowmen and had snowball fights. Adam ducked as Ronan threw one at him, and it instead hit the shed behind him. A whole chunk of snow from the roof of the shed dislodged with the impact, fell forward and cascaded down over Adam, getting freezing snow down his coat and soaking his hat.

He dusted himself off and glared at Ronan, shivering. “You’ll pay for that.”

Ronan laughed, but it faltered a little when Adam started rolling up a giant snowball. “It was an accident, babe, I’m sorry — Parrish, truce!”

When all four of them were soaked through with chattering teeth and it was starting to get dark out, they traipsed back inside for warming baths or showers, and by the time they were all, the snow was falling heavily again. Declan made them all leftover turkey sandwiches, and then it was another night in the warm living room with movies and games and stories, and laughing so hard it made their stomachs hurt.

It was a family Christmas, the way Adam had always imagined family Christmases to be.

It snowed all through the night, and Boxing Day greeted them with snow that was well over Matthew’s knees when he went out to investigate. The cars in the driveway were well and truly covered, and Declan spent a large part of the morning trying to dig them out, and also clear some of the driveway, before they heard on the radio that the road beyond the Barns was currently impassable, so there didn’t seem much point.

Matthew and Ronan were very keen to go sledging down one of the hills that backed onto the property, but it was incredibly difficult to try and wade through the deep snow, and when one of Matthew’s wellington boots got caught on something resulting in him accidentally stepping out of it, they decided to give up and try again when some of the snow had thawed.

They went back to the house, cold and wet with freezing, soaked jeans stuck to their legs.

“Whose bright idea was that?” Ronan said as they all stood in front of the fire, getting some warmth back into their bones.

“Pretty sure it was yours,” Adam supplied helpfully.

“What? Nah, all my ideas are fucking great. This has Matthew written all over it.”

“That’s fair,” said Matthew sagely. He looked up at Declan. “Do we still have to go tomorrow? I don’t want to leave before we get a chance to go sledging.”

Declan ruffled his brother’s curls amiably. “Don’t worry, I’m pretty sure you’ll get your chance. Looks like we’re stuck for at least another couple of days.”

Ronan looked up sharply before schooling his expression. Adam thought he was trying not to look too invested in this development. “What about work?” he asked carefully.

Declan shrugged. “I already emailed them. Not much I can do about the weather, is there?”

Ronan nodded, then looked back to the fire, a tiny smile on his face. “Guess not.”

“There’s not something you can do about the weather, is there? Magic up a heating fan for me?”

Ronan snorted. “A heating fan big enough to melt enough of the snow to get you to the interstate? I mean, I could try, but I’m not gonna.” He elbowed Declan playfully. “Think you should stick around here and have fun instead. It’ll do you some good.”

“Yeah, Declan,” Matthew said.

“Yeah, Declan,” Adam added.

He rolled his eyes. “Alright, point made. Now,” he clapped his hands together, “who’s up for a game of Monopoly?”

“Oh finally, Fun Declan has entered the building,” Ronan said, and Matthew burst out laughing.

“What? It’s the Pokémon edition, it is fun.”

“Really?” Ronan said, suddenly serious. “Fuck yeah, let’s play Pokémon Monopoly.”

After two games, of which Adam won both, he and Ronan wrapped up warm and went outside again.

It took them the better part of the afternoon, but they managed to build a pretty stable little igloo, just big enough for two. They crawled inside, careful not to accidentally take out part of the ceiling, and Ronan pulled a bunch of dream lights out of his pocket and threw them into the air.

They hung there, giving the space a warm glow entirely at odds with how goddamn cold it was. Ronan wasn’t wearing gloves, so Adam covered his hands in his own and rubbed them gently.

“Is this romantic as fuck or what, Parrish.”

“It’s romantic as fuck,” Adam agreed. “You should probably kiss me now, before we get frostbite.”

Not needing any more encouragement, Ronan leaned forward, cold noses on cold cheeks, smiling into kisses, huddled close for warmth.

Adam pulled away with a lazy smile. “Ready to go in?”

Ronan sighed. “I guess.”

“I can kiss you better in the warmth.”

“You’ll have to prove it to me.”

Crunching footsteps outside sounded, approaching fast, before Matthew called out, “Oh, an igloo, cool!”

“Matthew, wait!” Ronan yelled quickly, but Matthew was already trying to crawl through. He wasn’t as careful as Adam and Ronan had been, and, bear of a boy he was, his shoulder barged through one side of the entryway, and then the whole damn thing caved in, collapsing snow soaking them to the skin yet again.

“Oops,” Matthew said. “Sorry! I’ll build a new one.” He stood up and reached a hand out to both Adam and Ronan, helping them up from where they were now half-buried in the snow.

“You fuckin’ better,” Ronan said, then lunged for his younger brother, who leapt away with a delighted laugh. Ronan chased him back towards the house, Adam following at a slower pace as he dusted himself free of as much snow as he could. Cold and soaking wet was a feeling he was becoming entirely too familiar with, but he couldn’t find it in him to mind. Not when fun was the cause, and when warming up again was so nice.

The next day, the sun came out, and the thaw began.

They finally had the chance to go sledging, although making it over to the hill Ronan had in mind was still a bit of an ordeal as the snow was still fairly deep. There were only two sledges, a traditional looking wooden one, and a red plastic one. Ronan had also brought some plastic bags with him, stuffed into his coat pocket, which apparently worked just as well. Adam wouldn’t know; he couldn’t remember if he’d ever been sledging before.

Declan went first on the wooden sledge. He picked up speed so fast that when the ground leveled off he went flying over a small bump in the ground and into a copse of trees, disappearing. A moment later, he emerged looking sheepish, holding the now very broken sledge in his hands.

It took him a couple of minutes to get back up the hill to the rest of them, and Ronan just raised an eyebrow in question.

“I crashed into a tree,” Declan said matter-of-factly.

Ronan laughed. “See, this is why I should always drive.” He clapped Declan on the shoulder. “It’s all good, that sledge was fucking ancient anyway. Who’s next. Matthew? Parrish?”

Matthew held out a hand. “Bag me.”

“You don’t want the red one?”

“Nah. The bags are faster.”

Ronan handed him one, and Matthew arranged it just so, sitting on it so that the handles could act as a steering wheel. Adam was curious to see how well it would work, and to be fair it really was incredibly fast. The only problem seemed to be stopping, but Matthew handled this by rocking over onto his side until he eventually skidded to a halt.

Adam gave Ronan a knowing look. “This is going to end in scabs and bruises, isn’t it?”

Ronan grinned. “All in the name of fun.” He put the red sledge at the top of the hill. “Wanna ride with me?”

“I am not getting on that thing with you.”

“Parrish.” Ronan patted the seat. “Get in there.”

Adam sighed. He got in, as he always did. Ronan immediately hopped on the back and his momentum rocketed them forward and down the hill. Ronan’s arms were around him and holding onto the little rope that passed for steering, and he let out a happy swear as they sped down the hill. Adam laughed, exhilarated by the speed and caught up in Ronan’s infectious enthusiasm.

When they approached the bottom and didn’t seem to be slowing down, Adam yelled, “How do we stop?”

“Good question!” Ronan yelled back, but he managed to turn it enough to slow down the momentum, and soon enough they’d dropped enough speed to bail out without causing any injuries.

Ronan lay sprawled on his back in the snow, still laughing. Adam crawled over from where he’d ended up and hovered over Ronan.

“Happy?” he asked.

Ronan grabbed Adam around the waist, and hugged him close. “Yes, Adam. I’m fucking happy.”

They kissed messily, joyfully, both cold and warm at the same time. Ronan leaned back and smiled. “Have you had a good Christmas?”

“The best,” Adam replied, kissing Ronan again, because he could and he wanted to. Then he abruptly got to his feet and started running. “Last one up the hill does all the washing up!”

“Parrish, wait up, no fair!”

#the raven cycle #pynch #tumblr prompts #trc fic #trc

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