#Like how do I get sick so bad that I got bedridden

[chiquitafresa]

WHERE WERE YOU 😭😭😭😭

(This is Kade bye I changed my name 👍👍👍)

me who dislocated my knee twice, got sick 2 times, and have 10 difficult project at once, and simply forget that tumbler exited:

[orcelito]

Somehow got so exhausted that my body put me on bed rest. I'm up after a 3 ish hour nap to eat a little more and take my meds, then I'll be going back down for actual sleep. Can tell by the radiating exhaustion that I just have to give this to my body

[freaktoru]

Can I pleeeease have some general bf headcanons for Igris x reader? Theres a severe lack of content for the knight in shining armour </3

summary: igris x reader - what igris would be like as your bf. warnings: smut, fluff, just the regular hc silliness. author's note: thank u for the request <3 i absolutely adore igris. i hope you enjoy!

like jinwoo, igris is very introverted and suuuuper shy. get ready to be making those moves baby, because he won't.

he just refuses to believe that you actually like him.

he won't admit that he likes you until he actually has to lol

i actually imagine you fall in love with him without actually seeing his face, so when he finally takes that helmet off and reveals his long hair pulled into a manbun, fuckkkkkkkk, panties dropped. instantly.

but when you two finally (after so much yearning) start dating, igris will truly be the best boyfriend.

in comparison to his very intense and precise fighting style, igris is a very gentle lover.

he is so so so attentive, always keeping an eye on you no matter where the two of you are, and always knowing how you're feeling.

he has a very strong fear of losing you. seeing so much death had traumatized him to an extent, making him overly fearful of losing you.

he's a true protector, having been a knight for so long has instilled that command in him. he lives to protect you and keep you far far away from harm.

despite being very quiet and keeping to himself, he's good at communication and comfort. he's always willing to talk through a problem together and face any hardships as a team.

love languages - words of affirmation, quality time and a teeny bit of physical touch.

he's very articulate and good with his words, but not very touchy. i think he's so used to using his body to fight and protect that any soft physical touch actually throws him off at first, but he comes to love it later on in your relationship.

DO NOT LET THIS MAN INTO THE KITCHEN!!! he will burn it down. he never learned to cook and no offense igris, but don't try to learn, please. do us all a favour and stay away from the stove.

he's just so soft with you in your relationship. he loves to be gentle and kind for you (this doesn't apply to the sex tho. be ready to be bedridden after he's done with you. more on this later.)

back hugs. he absolutely loves to hug you from the back when you're cooking or doing work. he'll wrap his strong arms around your waist and rest his neck on your shoulder.

neck kisses. yeah. he loves it both ways, whether it's him coming up to you to kiss you while hugging you from the back^ or he'll absolutely lose his mind to the feeling of you pressing your lips to his neck.

bad texter. he's reserved, and also doesn't see the point of emoji's or useless texts.

goes MAD when you brush his hair. fuck. he'll close his eyes and pretend to fall asleep just so you keep doing it lol. he's so cute.

if you're mad at him and the two of you argue, he will get on his knees in front of you to apologize. that's just the type of man he is. i don't make the rules.

his favourite pet names for you include baby, PRINCESS (get it cuz he’s ur knight), love

super patient with you. never rushes you, lets you take your time and honestly just enjoys watching the way you handle situations, interact with people and overall go through life.

very jealous. he doesn't like other people fucking around with you. once he got you, he intends to keep you.

very very caring. he's the best person to have around when you're sick. he will sit by your side day and night until you are fully recovered.

speaking of being sick, he's the type of person to not want to inconvenience you so he will pretend he's fine up until this man literally collapses from his fever. fucking annoying. but he'll relish in every moment that you take care of him.

he's okay with pda. not crazy about it but if you like it, he will do it for YOU.

that's his attitude with a lot of things, if you like something and he doesn't he will still do it because he is just so down bad for you.

lowkey an adrenaline junkie. i imagine he actually really loves adrenaline and loves driving fast.

ok wait hear me the fuck out here. remember how i said jinwoo would drive a motorcycle? well he needs a partner in crime. someone to race with. who is that someone? you guessed right. it's igris.

they'll go on late night drives together all the time.

loves the gym. he's lowkey a gym bro. i mean hello, he's a knight so he has to stay in good shape but i think he mostly likes it as a form of stress relief (when fucking you is not available)

fav season is definitely winter. he loves to cozy up with you and really likes playing in the snow lol. (but don't tell beru cuz he needs to keep his mysterious and collected facade up around the other shadows)

he's kind of a child at heart. he comes off as super serious and he's very locked in when he's fighting with jinwoo but when he's with you he feels like he can comfortably relax and be a little sillier.

he screams morning person. he will wake up early to go on a run or go to the gym while you sleep in.

really likes taking candle-lit bubble baths with you. he loves having the two of you wash each others hair.

now for my fav: igris in bed.

this man is kinky. real kinky.

his bedroom energy is the same as when he's all worked up and in combat.

he likes to take control and he likes it ROUGHHHH

this man has insane stamina. never seen anything like it. (i can confirm i've been in his bed.)

he may be a gentle lover but that trait is far gone when he is absolutely fucking you into the mattress.

likes to have your ankles on his shoulders when he fucks you so he can hit deeeeeep.

really into choking and breath play. likes to see you squirm under him.

FACE SITTINGGGGGG!!!! he'll have u sit on his face for HOURS before that man lets you go. he's extremely addicted to eating pussy. don't you dare deprive him.

with that he's a huge fan of overstimulation. can you imagine omfg. "p-please igris, n-no more, i c-can't" you stutter pathetically, your eyes all bleary and hair disheveled from him pulling it while pounding into you from the back. "hmm i think you can take just one more princess" he'd say, his voice all raspy n breathy from going multiple rounds. "n-no" you plead, trying to pull away. it's just too much. he's fucked you out so good on his cock you simply cannot take it anymore. "shh, you're such a good girl, taking it so well, c'mon gimme one more baby" he'd coo, rubbing soothing circles onto the bruises he formed on your hips from how tight he held you. god. i'm so deeply unwell for this man.

he BITES. oh yes. he will bite you alllll over, leaving little love marks all over your neck, your tits, your ass honestly wherever he can mark you up, he'll do it.

huge fan of 69. he likes getting down and dirty TOGETHER.

also really likes to tie you up. especially to all 4 corners of the bed so he can do whatever he likes.

has the nicest cock hands down. not very thick but long and it curves upwards real nice so yk he's hitting that sweet spot in you every. single. time.

now hear me out: discipline kink. he really enjoys disciplining you.

you wanna act bratty? fine, but you won't be able to walk the next day and your ass will hurt. a ton.

despite him being jealous and possessive he likes threesomes. with jinwoo. i mean cmon he’s his main man, how could they not.

overall igris is the bestttttt lover both in and outside the bedroom<3

© @blessedmisery 2025.

[heliosunny]

Hello! I was curious what your take on the Amphoreus men’s reactions would be to a sick or even injured reader? I had bad nausea and a migraine today, bedridden and all, (but I’m better now!) and I fear if I was their darling they’d think I’m pregnant or something dumb like that 😂

Wishing you a lovely day! Thank you for sharing your writings ❤️

I'm sick atm so Imma answer this. Glad to hear u got better.

When you're sick

🌿 Anaxa

At first, he's simply observing. He doesn't react strongly, but his mind is already working to figure out what’s wrong.

(Watching you struggle to sit up, his eyes gleaming with amusement at first.)

Anaxa: “How fascinating. Your skin is warmer than usual, your pupils slightly dilated… Could it be a poison? Did someone poison you? Or perhaps a parasite? I do wonder.”

Anaxa is unsettlingly calm as he begins testing different treatments on you (you poor thing). You say it’s just a cold? He doesn’t believe you.

(You groan, insisting it’s just a cold. He hums, unconvinced, swirling a dark liquid in a glass.)

Anaxa: “Drink this. It may cure you, or at the very least, give me something new to analyze.”

(He scares you, but he only wants the best for you. Such hypocrite.)

Pregnancy thought? Unlikely. He’s too logical for that, he's looking for tangible symptoms. However, if he does think it, it’s because he wants to study the changes in your body up close.

(You woke up just to see his hand already inspecting your stomach.)

Anaxa: “We managed to put a baby in here huh. Don't you move, I'll take very good care of you.”

(You pushed him away soon after and refused to drink or eat anything from him.)

🐶 Phainon

His smile starts to fade when he heard the news. You have a minor fever?

(He barges into the room)

Phainon: “You're going to die? Don't leave me! I can't bear the thought of living all alone...”

(Lays you in bed dramatically like you’re on your deathbed.)

If you say it’s just a cold, he’ll be offended and insist that you need “proper royal treatment.”

(He tucked you in so tight you can't even move.)

Phainon: “I always know that you're not as strong as me, but I didn't expect you to be sick. I will feed you, every day, don't worry.”

Pregnancy thought? that’s not possible… unless…

(You tell him to calm down, but he ignores you, crouching beside your bed with a look of pure anguish.)

Phainon: “What if it’s something deadly? What if *gasp you’re with child?!? Whose? Mine?”

(You choke on your own saliva at his ridiculous assumption.)

Phainon: “Stay right here, I’ll summon someone immediately!”

(He rushes out before you can protest. You are doomed.)

🦁Mydei

At first, he just watches you suspiciously. When he realizes it’s real, he softens… a little.

He doesn’t fuss, but he becomes overbearing in a quiet way. He forces you to rest, doesn’t let you lift a single finger.

(Arms crossed, standing near the door, eyes narrowed as he watches you weakly sip your drink.)

Mydei: “If you’re too weak to hold a cup properly, you shouldn’t be holding it at all.”

(You glare at him, muttering that you can take care of yourself.)

Mydei: “Clearly.” (Sarcastic. He takes the cup from your hands and forces you to lie down.) “Rest.”

If you get worse, he just picks you up and hauls you off to a doctor, no questions asked.

He’ll be stubbornly glued to your side until you’re better.

Pregnancy thought? The possibility crosses his mind, but he immediately throws it out because he would’ve known if anything like that was possible.

When you're injured

🌿 Anaxa

He is completely unfazed. Even if you’re bleeding out, he will only act calm and professional while getting out his medical tools.

(Kneeling beside you, observing the wound with a calm, almost clinical expression.)

Anaxa: “Hm. A deep cut. The bleeding is slowing, but the damage is substantial.”

You swear he’s a doctor with how efficiently he patches you up—but he makes little effort to comfort you. Rather, he finds it interesting to mess with you.

(You wince as he prods at the wound. He doesn’t even warn you.)

Anaxa: “I expected better. Letting yourself get hurt like this… Have you always been so careless?”

(You glare at him.)

Anaxa: “Oh, don’t look at me like that. This is your own fault, after all. Still, if I find out someone else dares hurt you... nevermind.”

🐶Phainon

Trying to hold back his anger, won't let it shows in front of you. You can only see his good side.

(His entire body is tense as he kneels beside you, gripping his sword so hard his knuckles turn white.)

Phainon: “Who did this?”

(You try to downplay it, but his eyes still burning with fury.)

Once he’s calmed down, he scoops you up and takes you to the best healer available.

He’s genuinely shaken up by it and might get overly protective afterward. Even minor scrapes will have him wrapping you up in bandages like a mummy.

Phainon: “And once you’re healed, you are never leaving my sight again. I won’t allow it.”

🦁Mydei

He’s surprisingly calm when he sees you’re injured, but it’s the eerie kind of calm. He’s not saying much, but the rage is there.

He doesn’t panic, he assesses your wound like a warrior, checking the severity before deciding what to do.

(He crouches beside you, examining the wound with an eerily quiet intensity.)

Mydei: “You’re bleeding.”

(You bite back a sarcastic remark. He rips off a piece of his sleeve, pressing it against the wound with firm but careful hands.)

Mydei: “Does it hurt?”

(You hesitate. He looks at you, his sharp gaze unyielding.)

Mydei: “Good. Remember it.”

Two priorities:

Getting you treated.

Finding whoever did this and destroying them.

No more fights. No more risks. You are staying where he can see you.

(He finishes bandaging the wound, then stands, offering you his hand.)

Mydei: “Come. You’re not walking alone.”

[luvseisagi]

— return her favor.

ft. sakura haruka x reader. wc. 3.4k

summary. when he got sick at the beginning of the week, you took care of him. now, it's you who's sick —and it's his turn to return your favor. content. fem!reader, fem pronouns used, pure fluff, boy next door!sakura, everyone likes teasing the poor boy when he blushes. inspired by s2 ep17. a bit ooc, i think. author's note. im whipped. im down bad. im head over heels . i knowwwwiknow but hes just so cute icant.. love him sm.. little kitty boy (kaji too)... :(( also im not 100% happy with how this turned out but ive been thinking about a scene like this so much i needed to write it

���𝜚 english isnt my first language, so any corrections or advice are highly appreciated, as well as feedback (please) ! enjoy

you are sick.

not figuratively —you really are. you’ve caught the flu, a nasty cold, or whatever virus that's left you bedridden, feverish, for so many hours that they feel like eternity. 

when it started, you thought you were sneezing so frequently because you were allergic to something, since spring had just begun. however, it only got worse as the week went on, until you ended up in the state you’re in now.

body sprawled on the futon on the floor —your arm is folded in a weird way, your legs half under half out of the blanket—, it’s the only position you’ve found that lets you be even a little comfortable and breathe without choking every two minutes. your skin is paler than usual, except for your face, flushed pink and covered in a thin sweat layer.

you’re on the edge of delirium.

you should have seen this coming. no, you actually did see it coming, but you had such a busy week —working extra hours at the restaurant at nights, repainting the facade of the establishment after some vandals had graffitied the wall, assisting all your classes and doing all your homework—, you'd had no time for worrying about getting sick or getting medicine. 

besides, taking into account that your daily life is on the other side of the city —you live in your apartment, if it can even be called like that, only because the rent is affordable for you—, the time you spend just going to school and work and coming back home takes a considerable part of your day. 

plus, at the start of this week, your next door neighbor had gotten sick too —and every free time of your days had been spent on taking care of sakura. 

you didn’t even think about the possibility of him giving you the flu until you woke up this morning. work was already hard yesterday —even your boss had sent you home before your shift ended, since he could see how tired you looked—, and you hadn't slept more than two full hours, so all you were able do in the morning was send a text to your coworkers to ask for someone to cover your shift today and fall asleep again.

four hours later of feverish dreams and a very uncomfortable mix of heat and cold going throughout your whole body, you are so thirsty and hungry you could eat a whole menu from the restaurant you work in. however, getting up seems almost impossible in the state you are in, so you let yourself lay under the blanket a while more. 

you’re about to fall asleep again, ignoring the cries for help of your stomach, when you hear the door of your apartment open.

there’s no greeting, no warning, no announcement about who just entered without permission. but only a few people have a key to your place, so the list of suspects is short —still, of all the possible people, you definitely didn’t expect to see sakura haruka standing in the cramped little space that makes up your room.

“i brought you something.” is all he says before sitting cross-legged on the floor beside you, placing a plastic bag full of things in his lap and beginning to pull things out one by one. 

sakura is your next-door neighbor. he moved to the apartment beside yours at the beginning of the school year, just as alone in his place as you were in yours. at first, he came off as cold —maybe even a little rude— but it didn’t take long for you to realize he was just shy, especially around people who offered help without expecting anything in return. 

your first interaction had been on an especially cold evening during his first week living there. you had heard him through the wall, cursing softly and clearly frustrated —mumbling something about not figuring out how to get the hot water working. you were pretty sure he even punched the wall out of frustration after his third cold shower.

so you showed up at his door, holding a slice of leftover cake from the restaurant as a welcome gift and offering your help —partly because you’re a decent person, but mostly because you were worried the building might not survive more than a couple more punches.

“i can’t cook anything for you,” he's saying now. a few months have passed since you met “but i brought instant soup. i didn’t know what flavor you liked, so i grabbed one of each. just in case.”

he spreads the contents of the bag on the floor —six different packs of soup, a few bottles of water and sugary drinks, cold compresses for the fever, some medicine, vitamins, and a single flower.

you manage a weak smile.

“thank you” your voice is thick with congestion. it requires you making a great effort to extend your arm, and point to the end of the row of things on the floor “i get the food, the clothes and the pills. what’s the flower for, though?” 

you are too exhausted to lift your head and look at him, but you’re sure he’s blushing when he answers.

“umemiya told me to give it to you. said it would help you feel better.”

he’s clearly flustered —you can hear it in his voice— and probably grateful you can’t see how red his face is right now.

you chuckle softly.

“it does.” you say “it’s really pretty. thank you, sakura.” 

and the poor guy is now blushing even harder.

he found out you were sick this morning. usually, he would hear your door every morning before he left for school —you always left earlier than him, since your classes and your job are both on the other side of the city. but today, there was only silence. no sound of the coffee machine, no rustling clothes, no soft curses about running late. 

he might’ve ignored it, but he remembered you telling him how busy this week would be, how you couldn’t afford to miss classes with exams just around the corner. you had said all that while taking care of him when he was sick —thinking he was asleep. but he heard every word.

so when he saw light under your door and knocked with no response, he panicked. he didn’t care about being late to class, no one in furin would really care. so he grabbed the emergency key you’d given him just in case and let himself in.

the apartment was dark, except for the faint glow coming from under the door of your bedroom. you didn’t answer when he called your name —quietly, not wanting to startle you— so he stepped inside.

then he saw you

you were huddled under the blanket, your phone still in your hand like you’d fallen asleep waiting for a message or a call. your limbs stretched out across the futon, half uncovered, as if the heat was unbearable —but you were shivering like you were freezing.

it was more than obvious you were sick, but he didn’t want to wake you. you looked anything but peaceful, but you also looked exhausted, and he knew how hard your week had been. so he just stood there for a moment —then quietly stepped back out.

later, across town at furin, sakura was so distracted thinking about you, he tripped over suo twice during patrols.

“what’s bothering you, sakura?” suo asked, catching his arm before he could fall again. “you look worried.”

the two-colored-hair guy stood up straight, freeing himself from his friend's grasp —again, and mumbled a "thank you", avoiding his gaze.

“it’s nothing. just...” he’d told them about you before, but mentioning you in front of his classmates still made him go red. “yn’s sick, and i want to help her”

suo raised a brow.

"oh, i see." he said, a grin growing on his face.

“i mean, because she helped me when i was sick. and i want to return her the favor, i owe her.” sakura added quickly, now flustered.

it’s tsugeura who intervened then.

"yn? the neighbor you're always talking about?”

“i don't always talk about her!" sakura protested.

right then, as if summoned by some invisible signal, nirei, kiryu, and the others turned around, stopping dead.

"she's sick? seriously?" nirei asked, already pulling out his phone like he was about to write down a shopping list.

overwhelmed, sakura could only nod.

"i want to bring her something to help her feel better."

so, when returning to the class with the rest of his classmates, sakura found himself stuck in the middle of an impromptu meeting, surrounded by half his class in a discussion about what to bring you to feel better.

“we should buy some medicines and vitamins for her!” nirei was saying, his concern genuine. 

he didn’t even know you personally—none of them did. but since their grade captain seemed completely smitten for you, they were all too happy to help out on his behalf.

“she was shivering but looked flushed?” suo asked after hearing sakura’s description of how he had found you “sounds like a fever. we should get some cold compresses, and medicine too”

“eating is important too, in case she wakes up hungry” kiryu added “soup could be good. and a drink she likes, sugary for her to regain strength.” 

the conversation spiraled for a while, everyone adding something new they should bring to their grand captain’s neighbor —who was, definitely, not as excited as them.

it was not only the worry for your wellbeing now, it was a tight, bitter feeling in his stomach. if he had to define the sensation, he would have catalogued it as very uncomfortable and very weird.

because he didn’t like the idea of his classmates —his friends, he reminded himself— taking care of you, or buying things for you, at all. he knew they were just trying to help him, but going to your apartment and looking after you personally?

no. he didn’t want that.

first of all, sakura didn’t want them to meet you at all. yes, he’d told them about you several times —when you helped him with the hot water of the shower, the times you’ve brought him leftover desserts from your restaurant because you know he likes them, or when you went to his house, despite having a very busy day and being tired, to make sure his fever was going down and that he was eating properly. 

sakura never let on how much you meant to him —but you’re precisely that: part of his life, not theirs. and maybe it wasn’t fair, but he didn’t want to share you.

second of all, he didn’t want you to meet them either. he would never say it out loud, but the thought terrified him —that you’d fall for suo’s kindness, nirei’s soft smile or kiryu’s charm; that you’d just realize that everyone has something better than him. 

more than anything, he just wanted to stay your favorite.

was that selfish?

“i will do it.” he said, then, cutting off the class' whole conversation “i’ll buy everything you said, and go take care of her myself. after all, it’s me who gave this virus to her.” all the eyes moved to him in this new silence. then he realized he might had appeared ungrateful, so he added —“and, um. thank you all. for your help.”

none of his classmates answered, though. he felt a little intimidated by the silence.

suo was grinning, kiryu had raised an eyebrow, and tsugeura was the one who asked out loud what everyone was thinking —“¿what do you mean you gave the virus to her?”

sakura found himself out of words for a few seconds.

“well, she took care of me when i was sick, too.” he finally said, looking away “i told her it wasn’t necessary, but she insisted on staying the night with me in case my fever raised while asleep. i think she got it then."

“oh. so she stayed the night at yours?”

suo laughed. tsugeura asked again.

“and how close were you two, for her to get your sickness too?”

sakura realized then what they were implying. his cheeks got tinted by a pale shade of pink when he shook his head, panicked.

“no! no, it’s nothing like that. she just… she helped me, that’s all. i didn’t event want her to, my plan was to wait until i felt better, but she insisted on staying…”

but there was no turning back now. during the rest of the morning, the only thing sakura received was a constant teasing from his classmates —it was so bad, that at the end of the school day, before going back home, umemiya reached him to give him a flower for his sick girlfriend, who would definitely appreciate it, and it would make her feel better.

so here he is now, telling you how all his classmates —all his friends— helped him to choose what he had to bring for you, his cheeks and nose slightly flushed and his hand absentmindedly on the back of his neck.

and, even after the soup and emptying a whole bottle of water, your forehead is still hot and the fever remains blurring your thoughts. so, now looking him at his eyes —thinking how cute he looks when he isn’t able to hold your gaze— you don’t rethink it when straightly saying out loud:

“you look so pretty when you blush.” 

and you know you’ve messed him up, because he’s blushing even harder, and he stutters when telling you about his journey on the search of the best soup flavor. 

you can't but let slip a low giggle when he finishes his story.

“thank you so much for coming, sakura.” you thank him, knowing well he isn’t able to say anything right now —you've never seen anyone get so timid after a compliment “i mean it.” 

still shy, he lowers his head and looks at his fingers fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.

“it’s nothing, really. i’m just returning you the favor, for helping me when i was sick.” 

you both know that’s not true at all, but none of you mentions it. you play along, then —“still. im glad you’re taking care of me, even if it’s just because you feel you owe me.” 

sakura waits a few seconds before answering this one. he has stopped playing with his shirt, and is now distracted folding the clothes he used as cold compresses. 

he mumbles, almost unintelligibly, his reply.

“i’m taking care of you because i do care about you.” 

you giggle at his cheeks becoming even redder after his word.

“what did you say? i think i didn’t hear you, sorry.” you ask, teasing him a little.

there's a moment of silence after that—not awkward, but warm, lingering.

sakura has gone quiet again. you’re both still, the soft hum of your room’s air-conditioning the only sound between you. his gaze flickers to yours for a second, then drops to his hands again. you can see his fingers fidget with the hem of his shirt again, then still, as if trying to gather courage.

the air feels different now —not fever-warm, but tender.

to your surprise, he suddenly raises his head, and fixes his gaze on yours —grey and gold eyes shining under the warm light of your room. looks like he's lost all shyness, even if only for a moment.

“i said i do care about you. not only for a favor.” sakura repeats, now louder. and right after, all the courage he gathered seems to disappear from his body, because he, again, looks away “and i want you to feel better… so that you can, uh, come with and try that omurice im telling you about all the time."

you raise a brow. he does the same, but he looks funny, because his gaze is on the door of the closet —it looks like he's trying to tease your clothes, and not you.

“unless you don’t wanna come, of course, but i assure you you’d be missing the opportunity of a lifetime.” he adds.

a soft chuckle leaves your lips, and you can’t help it —mirroring his, your cheeks turn a pale shade of pink that has nothing to do with the fever that finally starts disappearing. 

since he opened your window, the birds’ whistling fill the room as background noise, sun rays tickling your exposed skin —you have long forgotten the blanket, due to the heat of the apartment, on a corner of your room. 

you’re sitting on the futon now, hands playing with the only compress he didn’t yet fold. you are not really sure of how, or when, has the atmosphere become so intimate, but you feel the need to whisper the next time you talk.

“yeah, sakura.” you say, eyes lingered on his black and white down eyelashes. suddenly, you feel too flustered to look at him in the eyes. 

it's an answer to the question he hasn't yet asked.

“yeah, what?” he asks, looking at you again. “you don’t wanna come?”

you shake your head, then smile sweetly. 

“yeah, i would be missing the opportunity of a lifetime if i didn’t try that omurice you tell about all the time, going on a date with you.”

sakura doesn't respond immediately.

in fact, you’re pretty sure you just broke him —he just stares at you, stunned, as if unsure if whether you just said was real or part of your fever's delirium. but then, very slowly, he smiles.

it's small, shy, but completely sincere. and for a second, it feels as if the warmth in your face isn't from the fever anymore—but from him, and the way he looks at you like you are his opportunity of a lifetime. 

you both stay quiet for a while, wrapped in warmth, in sunlight, in something that feels a lot like a beginning. small smiles in both your faces, as if sharing a secret no one but you know about.

you can’t help but stare. 

he looks so pretty —cheeks tinted pink, two colored hair disheveled, pressed reddish lips due to bashfulness, the collar of his white plain shirt revealing part of his collarbones. 

you had thought he was handsome, the first time you saw him, carrying boxes into his new apartment. then you discovered he was more on the cute side, after getting to know him and learning how sweet he is —even despite his tsundere personality.

as if refuting your trail of thoughts, he breaks the eye contact and you let out a sincere, soft giggle.

“cute.” you say, a smirk on your face.

“shut up.” his face is, again, all red under the black and white frame of his hair. he mumbles “you’re cuter.” 

then he gets up, still avoiding your gaze —that follows him, entertained, as he picks up the empty bowl of soup and carries it to the kitchen. after leaving it on the sink, he takes the medicine and a bottle of water, and passes them to you.

“come on, now, take your meds,” your expression says it everything, disgust clear on your face when he brings the pill to you. he raises both brows, and now it’s his turn to smirk “or, i will not be able to take you on that date you talk about.” 

you groan as a complain, but still take the pill he’s offering you, and swallow it with a long sip of water, obediently. 

as he walks back toward the kitchen, you can’t help but smile softly.

“if this is how you’re going to take care of me, i might have to get sick more often.”

sakura chuckles, and doesn't hesitate before replying —his voice coming lightly from behind the kitchen door, where you can’t see his face.

“are you sure about that?” he calls back  “that’s a shame, ‘cause my mom always said sick people couldn’t get kisses —and i’m not really the type to go against her advice.”

you roll your eyes, grinning, with no comeback on the tip of your tongue at all. he wins this one, surprisingly.

you never thought you’d end up falling for the shy kitty-looking boy next door —but your heart’s not exactly complaining.

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﹫luvseisagi, may 2025.

[lumitoiile]

xiao : [crapbag.]

summary : the vigilant yaksha looks after you when you're sick. fluff. gn! reader (no pronouns.) ╱ word count : 1.2k.

"achoo!" 

you sniffle, nose red as you stare up at your ceiling in annoyance. ugh. you've been bedridden all morning, sneezing and coughing up a fit. you can't even remember how you got sick in the first place... it's all a blur. your head feels light and your thoughts have started to grow delirious. 

"this sucks," you groan, reaching over for a tissue on the nightstand and nearly falling off your bed in the process. why'd you have to get sick today, of all days? you'd been planning to visit xiao this afternoon, but...that's obviously out of the question now, given the circumstances. you barely even had enough energy to walk to the bathroom this morning. 

you sigh, leaning back onto your pillow after loudly blowing your nose. after trying your best to make yourself a little more comfortable, you gently hover your hands over your eyelids, keeping them shut. mmn...cold hands. that feels nice. a yawn escapes your mouth, satisfied tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. "i wonder what xiao's up to right now," you whisper. 

well, it’s not like the two of you are particularly close or anything—you hardly even qualify as friends, and knowing him, no progress was going to be made there any time soon. ‘human interaction is quite troublesome,’ so he says. but something about him feels…lonely, in your eyes. or maybe it’s sad? you can’t tell. it’s hard to get a good read on that guy, mister ‘i don’t feel emotion like you mortals do.’ 

“it’s you.”

you jolt at the sudden voice, sitting upright and frantically scanning the room for its source. and low and behold, there he is, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. uh oh. he looks irritated.

”xiao…?” you blink a few times, rubbing your eyes to try and convince yourself he’s actually real, standing here before you. up until he spoke, you hadn’t even heard or noticed him. “wh—where the hell did you come from?”

he lets out a tired sigh, gold eyes narrowing. “you called out my name, did you not?” he says it like it should be obvious. “but you don’t seem to be in any danger…why have you summoned me?”

”what are you—“ oh. that’s right, you partially recall him saying something about that... you give him a sheepish smile. “s-sorry,” you mutter, voice raspy and laced in sick. “it was an accident. nothing's wrong, j-just feeling a little under the weather is all. you should leave before i get you sick too…”

he looks like he wants to roll his eyes. “you shouldn't worry over something so foolish. we adepti do not get sick," he scoffs. 

you nearly facepalm. ah, right. he said pretty much the same thing about sleeping a little while ago. regardless, you stumble out of bed, struggling to steady yourself as you plant your feet and lean onto the nightstand. "i still don't want to give you any of my nasty germs. you should...you should go."

you're tempted to start pushing him toward the door, but that would defeat the purpose of trying to keep your germs away. he notices this and stares at you for a moment before letting out another sigh, speaking in a low voice. "you're in no condition to be left here alone."

"w-what are you talking about? i'm completely fine," you lie, holding back a wicked cough and chuckling awkwardly. "really, you don't to stay here. its...not even that bad! see?"

his gaze on you is intense and his eyebrows furrow. "your complexion is scaring me. please sit down."

"i'm telling you, i'm fine—" you try to take another step toward him, as if to prove that you're capable of doing so, but the archons don't seem to be on your side today because your knee gives out and you fall over again.

oh shit.

xiao's at your side in an instant, catching you and wrapping an arm around your waist, holding your own over his neck as he keeps you steady. "i told you," he scowls, eyes narrowed. "you need to be more careful." 

you start hastily start sputtering out apologies, but he pays you no mind as he effortlessly lifts you back onto your bed, pulling his touch away quickly as if he might hurt you somehow. "just—stay here. don't move," he mutters. "i'll...look after you."

your heart nearly stops and you start to feel your face getting warm, though this time it isn't from your sickness. did you hear him correctly? "y-you don't have to do that! i'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself...really, i'm sure you have other things to do."

he doesn't say anything. instead, he takes note of your red face and leans a little closer, very carefully brushing his fingers against your forehead. this, of course, only makes your cheeks heat up even more. he frowns, oblivious to your embarrassment as he pulls away. "you seem to have a fever...have you taken any medication?"

you nod, face rosy and flushed. "um...yeah, i took some a little while ago. i really am fine, you don't need to—"

but he's already dashed off to who knows where, the sound of rummaging through cabinets and water running easily heard from down the hall. he returns a moment later with a cold wet rag, wrung out for your use. he stares at you awkwardly for a moment before handing it to you. "...here."

you give him a soft smile and take it from him, gratefully draping the rag over your forehead with a content sigh. "whew. that feels...a lot better, actually...thank you. the cold feels nice."

he nods, leaning back against the wall with his arms crossed. "do you...need anything else? can i perhaps make you something?"

you bite back the urge to snort. "what, like cook? you know how to cook?" 

his expression changes, and if you didn't know any better, you'd say he was nearly pouting. "i'm not incompetent. of course i can cook. though i'll admit, it isn't particularly my favorite thing in the world. its not like i have any need for food in the first place."

you let out a soft chuckle. that's right...he doesn't need to eat. strange. he seemed awfully happy back when you made him that almond tofu...well, as happy as he can get, at least. he's so pissy all the time.

you nod at his question. "i was gonna make myself some soup earlier, but..." you shrug. "i've been stuck in bed all day and never actually got around to it."

"soup..." he gives you a single nod as he walks away back into your kitchen. oh, jeez. here we go. you call out a thank you as he leaves, really hoping he wasn't lying when he said he could cook. you can hear the opening of cabinets as he rummages through your stuff, looking for everything he needs.

a moment later, you call out to him again. "hey, xiao?" 

he stops what he's doing and the noises pause, perking up at the sound of his name. "yes?"

you smile softly. "please don't burn my house down."

© lumitoiile. please do not copy, steal, or edit my work.

[homelanderbutbig]

I don't know if anyone has asked this but how would Homelander deal with his so being unwell?

I think he wouldn't know what to do but he'd try his best.

Homelander definitely would have no idea what to do, lmao. He's never known what it's like to be unwell and struggles to empathize with "human problems". AND he hates being around sick people. 😂

But his s/o would be the one exception I think. He'd probably start off complaining how it's not that bad, they don't know what real suffering is. But if his s/o got sicker, to the point of being bedridden, he'd be so worried. He'd have no clue how to make them feel better, other than anecdotes from programs and books. They'd be wrapped up in a blanket with an ice pack on their head, getting forcefed chicken noodle soup because he saw someone do that on a TV show. Constantly using his superpowered senses to X-ray their organs, watch their blood pressure, check their temperature, just anxiously waiting for them to get even a smidge better.

It'd probably would be the one rare occasion of the role reversal, Homie would be in charge of the relationship. His s/o would also be blessed with getting to rest their head on his thigh, all nice and padded from his suit. It'd be like a big warm pillow. >w>

[miruac]

dating kozume kenma headcanons - part 2

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warnings: not proofread, movie and timeskip spoilers, very self indulgent

a/n: EHEHEHEHEH I LOVE MY INTROVERTED GAMER BABY | word vomit. this is just pure word vomit.

during nationals when they were away, kenma always texted you before and after a game(kinda shocking since he's dry asl)

he would be a little clingy, especially when he was sleepy since he had no filter then

but he literally like slept so late there...(THAT ONE SCENE OF HIM WAKING UP WITH BEDHEAD <3)

before their match with karasuno, he sent you a gif of a happy dancing cat(it was him trying to convey emotion)

after the match, he sent you a text that read 'i guess i'm coming home'

which made you happy he was coming back, but also sad that they lost

right when they got back home, you went over to his house to give him some congratulatory apple pie and cuddles

obviously he got a fever and was literally bedridden for a couple of days, so you had to wait a little while before seeing the poor boy

but when you did, he was still a little sick so he just clung onto you(

when he's sleepy, i headcanon he likes his hair to be played with and when you do it he just falls asleep

timeskip to the future, and its been like what, 7 years? you've moved in with him into his house, and it's pretty casual at this point

he always comes to bed late since he stays up on stream, and he ends up waking up so late

but before you go to bed, he's almost always taking a break from his stream to kiss you goodnight

sometimes if you're feeling clingy AND sleepy, he'll let you sit on his lap and sleep there while he's on stream

guys everyone writes kenma as if he's someone who's lazy as hell, and cant cook

BUT NOT ME!!! i know kenma can cook because he isn't that self-negligent, like if he moved out by himself then surely he knows how to somewhat provide for himself

he doesn't cook much because he doesn't like how much effort it takes, but when he cooks its kinda fire

you guys alternate, but its usually you cooking

i know he doesn't eat much canonly but loves seeing you in the kitchen its so domestic

when you catch him staring his lil bitch ass smirks at you and is like 'you look good in my kitchen.'

EPHASIS ON "MY KITCHEN" LIKE AODJSAOLDJASJDL

guys stop he's so cute when hes posessive

SPEAKING OF POSESSIVENESS OMG

ok now kenma's posessiveness varies from day to day

if he sees another guy with you, he doesn't rage immediately but when he sees them holding you in a way how he does? that's when he slides between you guys and takes you back

but also sometimes when you're about to go out in revealing clothes, he gets all pouty and clingy

he doesn't let go of you and looks up you with such pleading eyes(im so weak. im so weak for him omg)

guys he ALWAYS goes to pick you up himself

most likely he's going to bed by the time youre done, he can spare a couple minutes getting you

and plus i know he may not act like it, but your safety is like one of his top priorities

especially since you're the partner of a famous streamer, he does his best to make you comfortable

whether that's having you sit out of frame when he's on stream, or keeping you hidden

the media's really mean, and he'd do anything to prevent you from seeing or witnessing something hurtful just because you're dating him

he takes all the necessary precautions he knows of, and always tries to keep your identity anonymous

but when you felt comfortable enough, you slowly started to creep into his streams

at first it would just be a hand popping into frame, to you literally napping on his lap while he streamed

he told his fans that he was taken before and they thought he was lying, but since they've seen you they're amazed that he actually pulled

overall, his audience loves you and they literally see how kenma lights up when he looks at you

like his eyes are so soft and glassy and hazed with love(im gonna cry. why isn't he real. please i want him so bad)

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2nd a/n: guys this is literally not proofread this is such shit work like im not even processing these thoughts in my brain IM LITERALLY JUST WORD VOMITTING RN ok im done thank you for listening to my ted talk GOODNIGHT

[emotionalsupportgoblin420]

Whatcha Gonna do with a Sick Oni

Sick Itto x Reader One-shot.

The one and oni Itto is sick, and as his s/o, you've made it your job to nurse him back to health. Little did you know how clingy he gets when he's sick.

"I told you not to go out looking for onikabuto in the rain." You said in a stern voice. A certain oni thought it was a bright idea to go out in the rain to find the strongest onikabuto. He didn't find a single one. All he got to show for his efforts was a cold and fever that left him bedridden. "You don't have to keep harping on it!" Itto whined. "I was sure I was gonna find the one to break losing stre... stre... strACHOOOO!" His sneeze practically made the whole house shake. "Well, you didn't." You said, giving him a tissue. "And now look what you gotta show for it."

You checked the towel on his forehead to see if it was still cool. It wasn't. He kept whining about the whole situation as you removed the towel and dipped in the bucket of water only to find to water wasn't as cool as it needed to be anymore. "Hold that thought, Itto." You cut off Itto mid whinny ramble. "I gotta replenish the ice water."

Just as you tried to get up, you felt a pair of strong arms grab your waist and pull you in, making you land on the side of the bed. Itto buried his face into you and started making whinny puppy sounds. He was trying to act cute, so you wouldn't leave. "Itto." You said with a stifled laugh. "You need ice water so your fever will go down." "No." He muffled in a pouting tone. He knew full well how hard it was to resist him when he got like this. "Itto." You couldn't help but laugh at his shenanigans. "Come on now." "I'm not letting you go anytime soon." His tone less pouty and more playful this time. You playfully rolled your eyes and, in a swift motion, slipped out of his arms, grabbed the bucket, and got out of his reach. "Really, Itto, I need to do this." You said. "It'll only be a minute." You added after seeing his puppy eyes.

It really wasn't that long. You put some ice in the bucket, topped it off, and headed right back. Only to find Itto with his back facing you now. You just rolled your eyes and sat down beside his bed. "Itto, let me put the towel on your forehead." No response. You could tell by his sniffling and occasionally coughing that he was still awake. "Itto, stop being dramatic." Itto just hmphed in response.

"Alright, you give me no choice." You grabbed the towel and started climbing over him. "Whoa, whoa! What the-!" Itto was definitely not expecting this. Once you were on the other side of him, crushed between him and the wall, you put the towel on his forehead and climbed back around, sitting beside his bed. "Damn it!" Itto said, but not entirely in a negative tone. "Yeah. Weren't expecting that were ya big guy?" You said with a smile of triumph as he rolled over to face you. "No fair." He laughed, which turned into a coughing fit.

"Easy there, big guy." You said, rubbing his arm and giving him a peck on the cheek. "Ow..." Itto said once he stopped coughing. "Why does everyone have to hurt?" "Well, you did this-" "To myself, I know..." Itto cut you off. He looked glum after that. Not pouty. Just glum. You felt bad. You weren't sure what to do, so you just gently caressed his cheek with a sympathetic look. That brought a smile to his face as he closed his eyes, enjoying your touch.

You two just sat there like that for a while. It was nice and peaceful. "Um... y/n?" Itto broke the silence. "Hm?" You responded. "Would you... cuddle with me? I can understand if you don't want to because you might get sick. I just figured I'd a-" Before he could finish his sentence, you already shimmying your way in-between his arms. For all the nagging you did to Itto for getting himself sick, you weren't much better yourself lol.

(Inspired by prompt 1 on this list)

[reine-uls]

hello

I have no idea how to explain myself after going offline for months just like that but here, I’ll finally explain myself.

First of all, I apologize for disappearing for months. I was not mentally well.

Ever since July, I was on the brink of sanity. Literally every aspect of my life is in shambles. 

It got worse and worse. Every day. Like I have no idea what is happening anymore.

I didn’t leave because Tumblr was failing on me. It got fixed a couple of days later when I went offline but it didn’t drive me back. I left because of depression and anxiety. 

I was on vacation when I went offline but it wasn’t much of a vacation. It was hell. I couldn’t rest because of what was happening in my family. There had been a lot of fighting that it got to the point where the consequences are somewhat irreversible now. 

I will not get into details. It’s just so overwhelmingly exhausting and frustrating that I finally snapped and lost it. Again, it was hell. There was a lot of screaming, throwing stuff, and even beating each other up.

School wasn’t great. My performances were never good and it further declined. It kept me distracted but I became so sloppy that I started submitting my plates and assignments late. I stayed in school for twelve hours unnessesarily to avoid my family because I have nowhere to go once I’m done with classes. 

I never thought I would fall so low that I would become so bitter and completely apathetic. I got so sick of everything that I literally don’t care anymore. 

And I’m not on therapy anymore. Because it failed.

I was given new meds last time around August and it quickly ended in September… Something for bipolar mood swings and multivitamins, because I get sick a lot lately that I would be bedridden for a couple days and drink other medicines 2-3 maximum. But the bipolar meds and multivitamins stopped because I said so, and I also stopped seeking therapy because it was pointless. I cancelled on them and blocked them from my socials.

I haven't done anything anymore since August. I sleep the whole day whenever I don���t have classes. It didn’t help much, whenever I woke up I would still be physically exhausted for some reason and would be very sleepy. Since then I have slept almost 24 hours almost everyday. I probably have hypersomnia or something. I don’t know anymore. I can’t just self diagnose and can’t ask for a checkup since I don’t have a psychiatrist.

I got back to the track where I feel like nothing matters anymore, and this time I had chances to be better and yet in the end it all led me back here. The difference is it showed me how much effort I would try to put up with. Everything was just a lie that I kept telling to myself. I know deep down that I wouldn’t have a good life. No matter what I do.

All that effort to keep me going and prevent me from committing from 2023 just collapsed. 

It’s so bafflingly hilarious to me how things turn out this way. 

My life and routine drastically changed. 

I just stayed in bed whenever I’m at home, sleeping for hours and hours on end. I rarely take care of myself. I rarely wash my hair because it would become so greasy. I rarely brush my teeth when it becomes too yellow. I rarely cut my nails. I rarely change clothes as it will stench. 

Hell, I go to school even when I smell bad and appear haggard. My friends noticed it, even the school like the clinic. Because I’ve been sick a lot and one time I had a couple of bruises from a fight at home, the doctors are severely concerned over my well-being and offered counseling but I refused. 

I also haven't had a nutritional diet lately– I don’t know how long I’ll live by this. So of course the ulcer is acting up more often. But I just deal with it. I just deal with all of these unhealthy coping mechanisms and self-neglect.

Everything is just ruined. 

I honestly don’t know anymore. 

I lost count how many times I had a breakdown. It’s like junior high all over again. But it's much worse. I’m a walking corpse now. 

Just because I came back doesn’t mean everything is okay. It never was anyway. I’m just trying to do something…? But it’s still too much. I couldn’t write normally these months either. It physically hurts my brain like it was being crushed. So I would end up staring at these works for hours and just turn off my gadget and waste my days doing nothing. 

I’m trying to improve my art but I’m conditioned with tendonitis from an orthopedic and I’m only going through a simple rehab. So I couldn’t draw much, but it's what I posted more compared to my fanfics. 

I wanted to do a lot, mostly updating the fics but I physically couldn’t. I wanted to do so much. I wanted to share art, interact with other fans, do commissions and many more but I can’t seem to do it. And when time passes, all these months of being unable to do anything just eats me with guilt and regret. And even when I’m feeling all this, I still have trouble doing anything. It’s confusing. I don’t even know why I bothered to do anything in these accounts and didn’t maintain my presence as to when I did come back. It is all just for naught. It wasn’t the same as it did before.

I would’ve said something like this might be a hiatus but I couldn’t say for sure anymore what it would be. Because I don’t want to keep people and their hopes through falsehood. I apologize that I’m not a good content creator– being both an artist and writer. I’m not good at anything anyway.

[jamil-s-wifey]

Hello :3 Can I get a long scenario with my dearest Jamil?

I really love him so much >///< so here is my scenario, I hope you can accept

Jamil got sick and has a fever. MC stayed beside him and nursed him for 3 days without blinking and finally he recovered. He started to remember her care during his illness after his fever dropped. And when he woke up, MC hugged him tightly. A bit long, huh? 😅 I would be happy with little NSFW, not gonna lie.

Well hello there, fellow Jamil enthusiast~ It has certainly been a hot minute, hasn't it? It is my utmost pleasure to present you with the *long-awaited* scenario at hand! A bit of NSFW, some heart-warming fluff and Jamil finally getting a GODDAMN break, coming right up! It's not full on NSFW, just a lil bit, as requested, I don't know why it turned out like that- still, I hope this is good! (Tbh, it fits the scenario)

P.S. This hit close to home, I used to be a very sickly child and I still catch all sorta sicknesses a lot easier than normal people. So, what he will experience here is all based on very PERSONAL and very SALTY experience. 🙃

"What am I gonna do with you? You can't keep pushing yourself so much!" You murmured, pressing a cold cloth to Jamil's forehead as he slept soundly.

.......

Jamil hated being sick. Pretty normal right? Everybody hates being sick.

But to Jamil, sickness meant pushing through and continuing with his chores, regardless of his wellbeing. Imagine cooking above a hot stove with a high temperature. Can't be pleasant, can it?

But even the hardest stones could crack under enough force - such is the way the world works. It was towards the end of the day, as Jamil was preparing Kalim's dinner, when he felt his body give out under him. All day he'd been going around with a fever, he felt as if his own body was rotting on the inside, screaming at him to stop and have a break. His eyes were watery and felt as though they were burning in his eye sockets.

He couldn't even reach a chair to sit, before his knees buckled and he fell to the floor - too dizzy and too weak. Rarely did he ever get this sick, but this time it was bad. He moved to a more comfortable position and remained like that, trying to gather enough strength to get some medicine..... He most certainly didn't realise he'd fallen asleep, too tired to move, nor did he hear Kalim's worried voice when he found him on the floor in the kitchen.

And Kalim? Kalim was terrified! Quickly he called on his dorm members to move him to his room and immediately called you, crying on the phone, worried that Jamil might never wake up. (That's not how colds work, Kalim-) Worried about Jamil, you immediately rushed to the Scarabia dorm, medicine in hand.

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And now here you are, in the present, taking extensive care of your near delirious not-quite-boyfriend-but-kinda-love-interest. He'd occasionally wake up and exchange barely audible pleasantries with you, drink his "extra healthy and full of good stuff" chicken soup (whatever that was supposed to entail) and then fall back into slumber. His fever has gone down drastically, but the utter exhaustion left in its wake has kept him bedridden. Apparently it was a seasonal fever, which just so happened to hit Jamil, who in turn chose to ignore it in the beginning.

You'd taken the liberty to remain situated in his room for about three days.

Day one was the worst - high fever, clattering teeth and a sleepless night to boot. You'd change his shirt every time he'd drench it in sweat whilst fighting off the fever. You'd switch up the cloth every time it lost its cooling effect, you'd remained by his side the entire time, least he needed something anything at all.

"Once you get better, I'm so gonna yell at you for not taking better care of yourself.... You're lucky I love you." You'd mumbled, barely audible in the quiet of the room as he slept.

Day two was better - he slept through most of it and you could in turn prepare some soup, as well as cover most of his chores, get a pass from the teachers AND even leave him some of your notes for when he recovers. (Look at you go! He'd better propose imo)

Now, on day three he was evidently much healthier. Finally he gave up trying to get out of bed, and instead lay resting, drinking his medicine, feeling utterly pampered by you.

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"How long have you...been here?" You seemed pretty tired in his eyes. The moment you heard his voice you immediately threw yourself gently on him, gently crushing his bones in a hug.

"A while." You responded, face buried in his chest. In reality, you hadn't had a proper night of sleep in about 3 days. You DID sleep, Kalim even prepared a guest bedroom, but you chose to remain next to Jamil for most of the time. "Do you know how worried I was?"

"You didn't have to do all this, you know? You could've get sick too."

"I could've, but I haven't. For somebody with such a keen eye and monstrous deliberation, you really don't know how to take care of yourself properly." You quipped back, moving to sit on the bed next to him.

"As, so I'm being reprimanded now." His gaze softened. "Thank you....for taking care of me these last few days... I've forgotten what it's like to not have to worry or do anything... I feel like I've slept a lifetime... I don't know how I could possibly return the favour."

You can't stay mad at him. He knows it, you know it. Hell, even the Great Seven know it.

"Return it by recovering completely."

He chose not to continue the conversation. He knew arguing was pointless.

"You know, while I was sleeping, or trying to, I was mostly aware of what was happening around me." He began, pushing himself up, in a sitting position. "When you'd quietly hum to yourself, or cuss when you couldn't find something..."

"Ah- well, did you now? Sorry if you had a difficult time falling asleep because of me. " you felt your cheeks warm up a bit.

"No no, please. It's fine. You've taken such good care of me. I just... couldn't help but hear something, which perhaps I wasn't meant to."

He reached out, tangling his hand in your hair.

"Something about you loving me?"

...

Nope, all that heat in your cheeks? Gone. Now it was just coldness and dread.

He saw your frazzled state and chuckled. "I guess I'm really lucky, to have you to take *such* good care of me, huh."

He leaned in, but stopped just centimetres away.

"I shouldn't."

You heart dropped even lower, if that was even possible.

"I could get you sick.~" There was a lilt to his voice, but his eyes showed concern.

"Oh, for fuck's sake-" you leaned in, smashing your lips onto his. He smiled into the kiss, pulling you towards him.

Naturally, you moved to sit in his lap, his hands moving to your waist.

"Your feelings are returned, for the record." He mumbled in between heated kisses. The more heated the kisses became, the more his hands would wander until-

In the blink of an eye, he flipped you over, so that you were underneath him. Skillfully he unbuttoned the first few buttons of your uniform, revealing more of your neck and collarbones. "I think I have a way of returning the favour. You took such good care of me, I think it's my turn~"

His attention moved to your neck, leaving heated languid kisses and playful bites on your skin. His hand trailed down to spread your legs, moving between them. Every single touch of his was intoxicating. Pretty quickly your shirt was thrown on the floor, the supple flesh underneath - covered in hickeys.

"Are you not going to undress as well? Or should I do that for you?" you asked, breathless, yet teasing in manner. Well. As teasing as one could get, given how achingly turned on you were. "Like you didn't have more than enough time to appreciate the view, during these last few days." he teased right back, but his hands moved to grip the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head.

"I've wanted to do this for a long time." He practically purred, fingers gliding over your stomach, gently trailing lower and lower.

"Of course, you can tell me to stop anytime."

"I don't want you to."

"As you wish, my dear. Then I'll make sure to indulge, taking, tasting, touching every single part of you. "

[theemporium]

Hi, love your works.

Could I request a Daniel x sunshine where, Daniel is away at a race, and because Sunshine was sick so she isn’t there, and she had to go to the hospital, and Daniel is having a panic attack cuz he can’t be with her, so he sends him mom to be with her, and when he seees sunshine again, he cries and tells her how much he loves her.

Take care!

thank you! and thank you for requesting!🫶🏽

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Daniel didn’t like being away from you on a good day, let alone when he knew you were sick and bedridden. 

It happened during the weekend between two races. You were both back in Monaco, just enjoying the few moments you could share before getting wrapped up in the chaos of the world of Formula One once again. It had started with just you feeling a bit rough the morning after the race, though you assumed it was just the night out that was hitting you hard with the jet lag.

But when you reached your apartment in Monaco, you had only gotten worse and the chesty cough wasn’t reassuring Daniel one bit. He had been practically coddling you, running around like a madman trying to do anything to make you feel better. Yet, none of it was working, and by Thursday, you were making an appointment to see the doctor. 

It was a chest infection, which all in all should have not been too bad after a round of antibiotics for five days. However, the constant travelling, jet lag and general fatigue meant the infection hit you a lot harder than it should have. And it meant you would have to miss the next race, despite your desire to go. 

It had taken a phone call from Christian himself to get you to stay in Monaco rather than fly out. 

Daniel hated the fact he had to leave. He wanted to put his middle finger to the rest of the world and just stay with you until he knew you were better. But he couldn’t, because he had a job to do—one which he signed a contract for—and no matter how much he wanted to be with you, he needed to fly out of the country to race the next weekend.

It was just after one of the free practice sessions when he got the phone call. When you moved to Monaco with him, you had changed your emergency contact details to be him rather than your parents back home. It would make more sense seeing as he was in the same country as you, most of the time at least.

He had almost collapsed to the ground when the voice on the other side of the phone told him they were from the hospital. A million different thoughts—bad, bad thoughts—racing through his head at what could have happened to you. He was honestly surprised he didn’t throw up.

It turns out you had passed out. You were severely dehydrated and it hadn’t helped your case. You were fine, you would be fine. The doctors just wanted to keep you in overnight for observation before they released you.

Daniel wanted to hop on the next flight back and be with you, but he couldn’t and it killed him. So, he did the next best thing. He flew his mother out to be with you, just until he could be there too.

The rest of the race weekend had been spent just thinking about you. Every minute passing was another minute closer to being to you. Every time he got in the car, he knew he needed to be careful because he wanted to get back to you as soon as he could. 

The rest of the team and the world knew something was wrong when the Sunday ended with Daniel in P7. He could have done better, so much better. He had the pace and the speed but he was far too distracted. And the second he had wrapped up his team briefings and media duties, he was on the first plane back to you. 

His mother had messaged that she was out grocery shopping, so she wasn’t there when he arrived at your shared apartment. His bags were dumped somewhere near the door as he made his way further into the flat. 

“Sunshine?” 

His chest tightened with worry when he received no reply. You weren’t in the living room or the kitchen, and he couldn’t hear the shower running in the bathroom. His steps were speeding up by the time he made it to your bedroom, his lungs hardly able to breathe in any air until—

You were asleep. 

Curled up under the duvet, he could only see your head laid across the pillow, sound asleep and oblivious to the world around you. He made his way into the bedroom, his tears welling with an overwhelming amount of emotions as he perched on the edge of the bed beside you.

He couldn’t help himself as he reached out to push some hair out of your face, the small movement enough to make you stir in your sleep. It took a few seconds before you blinked your eyes open, your movements slow and lethargic as your brain took a few moments before you noticed the boy beside you.

“Danny?”

He felt his throat tighten. “Hey, Sunshine.” 

You instantly leaned into his touch, basking in his presence as you moved to sit up but he quickly stopped you, pushing you back down. 

“You gotta rest, baby,” he murmured, his eyes holding his worry and concern. “How are you feeling?”

“Shit,” you replied bluntly before giving him a small smile. “How did the race go?”

Daniel just shrugged it off. “Could’ve gone better, guess I was missing my good luck charm.”

You frowned. “I’m sorry.” 

He shook his head, feeling as though somebody was clenching his heart in a tight fist and he couldn’t fight the tears that slipped down his cheeks.

“Danny,” you whispered in a soft voice, this time not letting the boy stop you as you sat up. You reached for his face, wiping away his tears. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“I just really missed you,” he whispered, his laugh a little strained and wet. “I really fucking missed you, Sunshine.”

“I missed you too,” you whispered back as you opened your arms, and Daniel wasted no time. But the last thing he wanted was to crush you so he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you onto his lap as you wound your limbs around him.

“I love you,” he murmured as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. “And I’m never leaving you again.” 

You laughed lightly. “Sounds like you have some attachment issues.”

“With you, yeah,” he said as his arms tightened around you. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you told him, leaning your head against his shoulder and just enjoying the feeling of being in his arms after almost a week of nothing.

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[ozzgin]

Greetings! How you doing today/tonight?

This is not a request or anything

Hopefully you're doing fine, cuz I'm not, I have a shitty cold rn and I just finished 5 tissue roll papers in just a few hours

Anyway this ain't about me, just wanted to see how you were doing since I've been a bit inactive with tumblr with the past few days

Have a great day/night :3

-🎧anon

Aww, sorry to hear that. We’re definitely entering cold/flu season. Mid-October I’ve gotten ill with some virus, no idea what it was, but I had no other symptoms other than terribly swollen sinuses. Which, in turn, pressed on my tooth nerves, so I had massive tooth pain for days. Never dealt with anything like that before and it sounds downright ridiculous, turns out it’s an actual thing. Start taking immunity supplements and avoid visibly sick people!

I know you said it’s not a request, but I couldn’t help the thought of “How would the Baki characters take care of you?” So I did write some short headcanons after all. For you and anyone else currently bedridden. :)

Baki Characters x Sick! Reader

Featuring Baki and Jack Hanma, Kaiou Retsu, Katsumi Orochi and Pickle. And a reader that’s battling a cold!

Baki Hanma

There are two stages of Baki’s involvement. Once you’re not answering his calls he will be at your front door, worried and considering ways to break in. That’s when he hears the muffled coughing and sneezing through the walls and figures it out: You’re sick. He’ll return with a bag of supplies and offer to stay at your place until you feel better. His help consists of quick Google searches, because he’s never had anyone doting on him and consequently has no idea how to care for someone in such situations.

Second and final stage is him getting sick from you. You’ll wake up in the middle of the night to see him trying to hold back his cough, at first denying his poor health until you touch his forehead and it’s burning. The bad news is that you’re both bedridden. Baki is beyond embarrassed, attempting to justify himself and explaining it has never happened before. Eventually one of his or your friends will show up and pay the occasional visit to play nurse. At least you’re not suffering alone. You’re not sure if it’s an actual saying, but you’re tempted to believe colds go away faster in good company.

Jack Hanma

You don’t want to interfere with Jack’s routine, so once you wake up with the familiar sore muscles, you decide to quietly recover from home. Jack notices your absence and while he does not want to be nonchalant and potentially impose on your personal troubles, he can’t help the curiosity. In fact, he spends the whole training time wondering why you’ve skipped your usual visits. So when you hear a knock on the door you don’t think twice about opening it. Probably your food delivery. Only when you notice Jack’s massive frame blocking any outside view, you gasp in surprise.

“Oh. You seem to be ill.” Is all he states before turning on his heels and leaving. You stand there baffled and eventually return to your warm bed. Just as you cozy up, there’s another knock and you groan, throwing the blankets off of you. This better be the hot soup you ordered. Except it’s Jack again, holding not only your delivery, but also multiple other bags with groceries peeking out. “Y-you’re back?” You mumble. “Well, can’t do much empty handed. Here’s your order, but I got some extra things to help with your cold”, he states as he invites himself in.

Kaiou Retsu

You know Retsu will be worried about you, so you try your best to mask the symptoms over the phone. “That’s a stuffed nose. Are you sick?” He immediately points out. Uh oh. You fumble with some excuses and he promptly hangs up. Have you upset him? You’re starting to feel bad. He’s never dropped out of a conversation like this before. You try to call back several times until you’re distracted by the sound of your doorbell. You’re not in the mood for visitors. You continue your attempts to reach Retsu as you approach the door and open it. “I suspected as much.” Your head snaps up hearing the familiar voice.

Before you can say anything, you’re casually lifted up and brought to your bed. As if he’s been doing it his entire life, the Kenpo master tucks you in and pulls out an apron from his bag. “I’ll check what ingredients you already have in your pantry and go buy the rest. Before that, I’ll make you a tea. Any preferences?” You open your mouth to speak, but he’s already walking away, describing the best choice of drink for the common cold. Really, the best thing you can do right now is to rest and leave everything else to him.

Katsumi Orochi

Usually, Katsumi will avoid using the spare key you’ve given him. On the other hand, he was supposed to pick you up for your regular date night and you haven’t answered his persistent knocking, so you leave him little choice. He quietly apologizes for the intrusion as he unlocks the door and tiptoes his way in. The lights are off and he’s becoming increasingly anxious, almost sprinting to your bedroom. He stops in his tracks once he sees you buried under the blankets, passed out and sweaty from an obvious cold.

Ah. Well, that makes sense. He smiles to himself and gently pats your forehead to make sure it’s nothing serious, then sneaks out of the room. You wake up hours later, groggy and sore. It suddenly occurs to you that you’ve slept through your date and jolt up, nearly collapsing in the process. You erratically search for your phone and call Katsumi to apologize. Simultaneously you hear his ringtone nearby, so you limp outside, confused. As you reach the kitchen, a pleasant smell invades your nostrils. Katsumi turns to look at you. “You’re awake! I made something to help with your cold. I’ll bring it to your bed, so you can go back and rest. We can’t skip our romantic dinner.” He chuckles after the last statement.

Pickle

Pickle has been ill at least once in his life, so he can quickly guess that your coughing and runny nose is not something that’s supposed to happen on the regular. Although, if he’s honest, he has no idea what he should do. He’d deal with his sickness by just sleeping it out, or downright ignoring it. Seeing you like this, however, fills him with an overwhelming desire to help you. He does love you, after all. Witnessing your suffering isn’t something he does with ease.

He manages to gesture the situation to Baki, who follows him back to your place and proceeds to do the first aid he’d sporadically learned over the years. A rather clumsy attempt, but it’s better than nothing. Once Pickle has observed the steps, he swiftly shoos the young boy away. All he needed was a little bit of demonstration, some brief instruction on the modern ways. Everything else will be done by him. It’s only proper that the actual care is performed by your partner. You’re a little afraid of the potential outcome to this experiment. Especially once you hear the loud rattles coming from the kitchen. Don’t worry, it’s all made with love.

*My partner has insisted that I include Yuujirou Hanma just to say that he’d tenderly piss on you. I compromised on a footnote.

[doctorbunny]

This will be written sloppily due to me being stuck on my phone but the report today got me talking to a friend and reminded me of a theory I had (I think it originated from @archivalofsins though)

Still, I'll share it again for fresh eyes:

I think Shidou could be making Mahiru sicker instead of helping her

So the gist is that at the start of trial 2, Mahiru was in a critical condition and had her life saved by Shidou

After that she entered a period of injury but stability

We saw through timeline conversations that she was in pain but seemingly able to move around and do things with some assistance

Yuno then gifted Mahiru a wheelchair, the clear implication being that this would let her continue to live as she had been but without as much pain (ambulatory wheelchair users often talk about how their chairs give them more energy/spoons to do other activities too)

Similarly, in Shidou and Mahiru's voice dramas they discuss her health but there doesn't seem to be the kind of urgency suggesting that Mahiru needs to be immediately moved to a hospital in order to not die (Shidou tries to ask Es to "end milgram" but if Mahiru was going to die without urgent care that could've helped his case yet he didn't mention it, even in normal prisons if a prisoner is severely sick or injured they're supposed to be taken to a hospital [not to say real prisoners don't experience medical neglect or abuse but officially they aren't meant to] )

At most he brings up the idea that another guilty vote could be detrimental to her mental health -but he's not an expert or anything

As I said, this all painted a picture of Mahiru as injured but stable until her next verdict

And we forgave her

But then things take a turn

Suddenly Mahiru is requiring round the clock care

Shidou can barely stop for a birthday shoulder rub. Yuno is taking breaks during Mahiru's naps

She appears to be bedridden and her wheelchair hasn't been mentioned since she got it

If we accept time doesn't move in milgram that could explain injuries not healing but it would explain such a dramatic, unexplained decline

We know Shidou has built his personality around being a doctor. A necessary figure who saves people's lives. So it would be a little awkward if he didn't have any patients (since Fuuta apparently didn't feel like he could rely on him and instead joined the anti medicine cult, a common pattern in those who lose trust in doctors after being mistreated)

I don't think Shidou is evil (although it's pretty bad to poison your patients) I think this doctor-patient relationship is almost co-dependant for him, after all its what his inno vote is based on.

It does leave him in a vulnerable position though

He's potentially turned one person mostly able to look after themselves with some medical assistance/supervision into a patient that even with 2 people is causing him to be spread thin

If Mahiru dies he'll be blamed (and I'm sure Yuno is watching him if he does anything too suspicious)

But if another incident happens before T3 and a lot of people get injured again

Or Amane incapacitates him, preventing him from treating the others

There could be a pile up of casualties with not enough people to look after them all

Hard decisions may have made

It could be a triage

[thegodmother007]

My New Neighbor Chapter 13: Let’s Hang Out

TRIGGER WARNING: This story will eventually contain violence, angst, threat of death, swearing, dark humor, adult themes like sex & drugs, racism, classism, sexism etc. Do not say you have not been warned

Chapter 13:

It took almost a week, but I was finally feeling like my old self again. No more runny nose, headaches, chills or vertigo. I felt like I had been freed from a prison sentence within my own body. Although, if I was being honest with myself, it wasn’t all bad. My mind constantly drifted back to the time Cain played his guitar for me when I was bedridden. I could feel a warmth in my chest, accompanied by a few skipped beats of my heart every time I envisioned him sitting on my bedroom floor, giving me my own private concert. I wish I had more energy at the time because I would have loved to have stayed awake longer to continue listening to him play. I felt so important & felt so..special watching him play for me. That feeling was punctuated when I woke up the next morning to see Cain texted me “Sleep well.” Which made me think that was his nefarious plot the whole time, to put me to sleep. Luckily for him, I needed the sleep & it worked like a charm in more than one way. 

Finally being able to leave my bed, I decided that I would use my newly regained energy to reset my room. Washing my blankets & sheets, vacuuming the rug, getting the piles of dirty dishes cleaned & the garbage bag full of discarded tissues out of here, should really help me feel completely rejuvenated. I look at my phone to see I had not gotten a text from Cain this morning yet, which means he is still sleeping. Waking up each day to Cain’s morning texts while my body ached, brought me a level of comfort I quickly became accustomed to. It was the thing I looked forward to each morning opening my phone for the first time. 

I got busy with my cleaning when about 45min into it, I hear the ‘ping!’ of my text notification go off. Like a Pavlovian-Trained dog, I immediately dropped the fresh comforter I was placing on my bed to check & see if it was Cain. Seeing his name across my screen with the words “Morning. How are you feeling today?” really improved my overall mood. I was quick to respond with “I'm actually feeling great today! No more flu, I think I'm totally over it now 😄” I stuff my phone back into my pocket & start arranging my bed spread to be how I like it. 

It didn't take long for Cain to get back to me: “That's great! Glad to hear you're not sick anymore. Figured you were feeling better, I can hear you moving around.” I read the text, a little sheepish as I often forget that Cain can pick up on the littlest of movements. I don't reply right away, my brain starts turning with an idea. 

I look around my room to see it's practically spotless in here. Then I walk into my living room to see that it was clean too, seeing as I hadn't been in here much in almost a week. I smile and pick up my phone again. 

“Yea, I'm doing a bit of cleaning to refresh my unit. Wanna come over to hang out later?” I pressed send with only a tiny bit of hesitation. Last time I asked Cain to come over, he was abused & harassed. This time though, it would just be me. I felt a seed of anxiety planted in my brain as I waited on his response, going to my kitchen to start on a little breakfast. 

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“Yea, I'm doing a bit of cleaning to refresh my unit. Wanna come over to hang out later?” I read those words with a bit of unease, wondering if more than just Vi was going to be there. I didn't want to say ‘no’ right away, though. But last time I went over there when invited, it didn't end well for me. Going over there on my own accord, knowing Vi was sick & weak, put me at ease. 

I stopped myself from thinking this way, reminding myself that Vi took care of me that night. I shouldn’t be constantly referencing what Myra & her goons did to my friends and I. While I had the bravado in my thumbs, I text back “What do you have in mind? 🤔” 

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Oh shit, I hadn't thought that far ahead. I look around my apartment, as if I was looking for an answer to give him. What could I say that would entice Cain to want to come over? What can two people with extreme height differences do together that isn’t impacted by our sizes? 

I eyed my shelf which had my album of DVD’s and I thought about what I might be able to make for dinner, trying to remember what he likes. He did bring me pizza one time from a place I did not recognize, which I imagine is a place he goes to enough to deem it good pizza. I pull my phone out “What if we watched a movie and I made us some calzones or something?” I paused before pressing ‘send’ and considered my reply. Is that too intimate? Dinner and a movie seems very date-worthy. Would that be too weird? I mean he did play guitar for me when I was sick. The worst he could say is “no”, right? I rationed to myself

I press ‘send’ feeling that seed of anxiety sprout some roots. I put my phone on the kitchen counter, turning away from it and going about my day as normally as I can while I wait for a response. While I fluff pillows & make myself busy doing practically nothing, my mind flooded with the possible responses that Cain might shoot back with: 

“Actually, I already have plans”

“No thanks”

“That sounds boring”

“Why would I want to do that?”

“I can think of other things I’d rather be doing”

“I don’t think we should hang out”

“I really don’t think we should be friends”

PING! My phone practically screams at me, interrupting my intrusive thoughts. I pause, looking at my phone from across the room. Hesitant on even looking at the message, all but having convinced myself I was about to be turned down. Slowly I approach my phone and flip it over, looking at the message bannered across my screen: “That sounds delicious, I’m down. What time, like 6?” I felt so silly in that moment as the relief washed over me. I totally siked myself out for a moment there. “6 works for me, I’ll see you then 🙂” 

Now all I needed to do was run to the store to grab some ingredients!

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I was going over to casually hang out with Vi in a few hours and I felt pretty good about it. Nervous, but good. Deep down, part of me wondered if this was a date or something. Vi hadn’t said that it was and the last thing I want to do is ask her if it was, that would just come across pathetic. 

I shook the thought from my head, looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, telling myself where we stand “Nah, we’re just friends, that's it. Trivia partners, roommates, buddies, I am cool with that.” I say to myself, not so much as a statement, but a reminder. But I can't help but hear Britney's words in the back of my head “A partner is supposed to be your best friend, the person you can count on being there & showing up. A partner is that one person you know will support you & lift you up anytime you need it. Women don’t want keepers, Cain, they want partners.” I stare at my reflection, scrutinizing every little detail of my face, wondering if I had been born a giant would Vi want me like that? I fiddled with my hair, realizing that I had let it get too long without a cut & after a while of trying & failing to style it without product, I gave in & grabbed my mousse and hair paste. 

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Before I knew it, 6:00pm was upon me & I was ready for Cain. The calzones were piping hot & I even made a couple that were human sized so Cain didn’t struggle with eating from a giant sized one. I look to my phone to see it was 5:56pm and Cain would be at the door any moment. I didn’t want to sit there, waiting on him like that, so I figured some finishing touches on the place would be appreciated. I had the human-sized table from before, on my coffee table and placed a tablecloth with dishes on it so Cain had somewhere to eat comfortably while I’d use the coffee table to eat. I lit a few nice smelling candles, ones that smelled of pumpkin spice & vanilla. They added a warm amber glow to my apartment that I appreciated & hoped Cain would appreciate too. I had a human sized bean bag that I don’t remember acquiring, but nonetheless was coming in handy in case Cain wanted somewhere comfortable to sit. 

As I thought about it, I began to drift into a small daydream about sitting down to watch a movie. Where would he ask to sit if I didn’t have the bean bag for him? On the couch cushion? No, my weight would probably make him slide against my hip or he could find himself stuck between the cushions. Arm rest would be a good option, it was stable and padded. A bit of risk though, because he could easily fall if he isn’t careful. The backrest of the couch could be nice too, it was high enough for a good view of the movie and we would be more level with each other. But what if he wanted to sit with me? I felt a shade of pink creeping across my face with an involuntary smirk finding a place on my lips as I indulge in the fantasy. I imagine what it would be like, having his little body sitting on my shoulder. Would I feel him sitting there? I wondered what his voice would sound like right next to my ear. Would he sound different from what I’ve come to recognize as his voice? I imagine his delicate hands reaching up & touching my neck for leverage and I feel a wave of goosebumps dance along my shoulders, neck and face as I let the daydream develop. What if I wanted to lay down? I could lay on the couch but where would he be? I thought about the most comfortable places for him. My bent knee would be very isolating, I think he’d feel just too far away. I could always let him lay on my stomach? At the thought, the flashback of Cain explaining he felt he was going to die & the harassment he endured at my party made me second guess that idea. I don’t think I would want to be on a giant’s stomach either if I felt like I just narrowly escaped being inside one’s stomach only a few weeks ago. My mind drifted to the idea that maybe he would be comfortable on my chest. The pink on my face shifted to a bright crimson red, but the daydream continued. I imagined placing him on my breast, watching him sink into the soft flesh of it, feeling his little hands and feet crawling around and caressing me. I pictured how much that would probably tickle and  I would laugh, undoubtedly bouncing him up and down while he laughed with me. I put myself in his place, thinking what I might look like to him from that perspective, hoping that it was at least good. What if Cain were into that? My mind drifted into thinking about how he might view me overall and I heard his scream echo in my mind from the time I pulled the cloth back to check on him the morning after the party. 

Remembering that bloodcurdling scream froze me in place, the complete fear on his face & the disparity of that cry was enough to make me stop and remember how fragile he is. I had better not push it with him & make sure I am slow and careful with him. 

As if on cue, I hear the buzzer from his apartment requesting entry into my unit. I do a quick mirror check, making sure I didn’t have sauce from making calzones on me and my hair looked alright. I was excited to hang out with Cain and get to know him better, hoping we could become a little closer than just unit partners. I press my own buzzer and unlock the small door, to then see Cain open it & walk through, his blue eyes immediately landing on me. He greets me with what I can see is a smile and a wave. I feel my heart leap as I return his wave & smile back to him. “Hey!” I exclaim, gingerly walking toward him with my slippered feet, hoping not to shake the floor so much. I slowly descend to his level. I see he is wearing a dark colored hoodie & some standard dark wash blue jeans. Despite Cain’s bright blonde hair, pushing almost platinum blonde, he seems to favor darker colored clothes. 

“It smells great in here!” He comments, looking around at my place, no doubt looking for the calzones I’ve made. “Full disclosure, I’ve been smelling it for the last hour, so I’ve come hungry” He says with a nervous laugh. “Good! I made quite a few for you! Actually…now that I am looking at you, I might have overdone it. You okay with taking leftovers home with you?” I ask knowing the answer will probably be ‘yes.’ Excitedly, Cain claps his hands together “We’ll see just how much is left over. Despite my size, I can really put it away, just wait & see..” He says with a smirk. I raise an eyebrow “Oh yea? We’ll see about that..” I offer a hand to him casually, hoping not to make it a big deal, knowing how Cain feels about being held. I hoped that by treating it as something nonchalant, his fear about it would diminish overtime. 

I watched him take a breath and look up at me and I offer him a smile, reminding him it’s okay. With less hesitation than before, he walks into my hand, his sneakers catching traction on my skin as he shuffles his way into the middle of my palm. He sits, holding my thumb like a safeguard on a carnival ride. I felt the familiar warmth spreading in my cheeks watching him trust me, feeling honored that he does at all. Once situated, he turns to look up at me, giving a thumbs-up, but saying nothing else. I could tell & feel by the rigidity of his body that this is still not natural for him yet, but that is okay. Slowly I lift him to the coffee table where the human-sized dining set is; this time with proper cutlery & dishes for him to use. I carefully lift & deposit him onto the coffee table and he smiles “What’s this? You set a place for me?” He asks while departing from my palm. “Of course, I felt bad that the last time you were here, I didn’t have any dishes or silverware for you & you had to eat pancakes with your hands. A calzone is a little harder to eat without cutlery so you know, I just grabbed a set while I was out today, no big deal.”

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Except it was a big deal to me. She made the effort to make sure I was feeling comfortable & able to enjoy the food she prepared as it was meant to be. When she had me over for breakfast a few weeks ago, I felt a bit primitive having to eat off her plate with my hands. But now she had a place for me with everything I would need to feel like a person. I realized how weird of a thought that is, but being able to fit in the palm of your friend’s hand and not being able to be independent when visiting, you begin to second guess how they see you. I turned with a grateful look “Thank you, this is actually really nice of you..” I had hoped that this would mean she intended on having me over more often now that we have that hurdle crossed. “Well I can’t have you eating a piping hot calzone with your bare hands, can I?” She says, watching me take my seat at the table just for me. She stands, towering over the coffee table once again, but my smile does not leave my face as she does. “Since you’re hungry, I’ll go grab the food from the oven where I’ve been keeping it hot.” My mouth watered as she walked away & to the kitchen. I purposely skipped lunch to prepare for this meal, knowing I was going to be eating like a King. 

Vi soon comes back with her plate and on her plate, was 3 of my own smaller calzones. Each one as large as an XL Pizza from Tony’s down the road. My jaw dropped as she slid my portions onto the table, only one calzone fitting on my plate, still hanging off the edges. All of them were packed to the brim with toppings like sausage, peppers, onion, peperoni, cheese…it smelled heavenly. I looked at Vi, my jaw still slacked and she gives me a cheeky smile as she sits cross legged on the floor, using the coffee table as her dining space, making us more level. “I told you it was too much..” She says, clearly happy with my reaction. I laugh & look back at the literal pile of calzone she just set in front of me “I take back what I said earlier, I think I will definitely have leftovers…” I admit. However, I waste no time & dig in. The flavor was fresh and saucy. The ingredients all worked together wonderfully & I closed my eyes, savoring my first bite, thinking to myself that these are even better than Tony’s. After a while of enjoying the first bite, I open my eyes to see Vi’s billboard sized face was much closer to me than it had been before & I flinched with a start, looking at her inquisitively, my mouth too full to ask her “What?”. She smiles at me “That good hu?” She asks me, pulling away & giving me a smug side-eye. With a mouth too full of calzone I proclaim “These are fantastic! I was just thinking about how they’re even better than the ones I’ve gotten from Tony’s down the street.” Vi’s smile grew larger “I am so glad you like them! It’s a recipe my mom developed when I was a kid. It’s one of my favorites.” She takes a bite of her own food & I watch her eat with nothing less than shock over the amount she puts into her mouth, chewing with ease. I watch her swallow the lump of food she masticated, feeling a chill crawl up my spine. I look at her enormous calzone, noting how it was almost as large as a city bus! “Wow, you really eat a lot.” I comment more to myself than anything. I see Vi raise an eyebrow “I mean, compared to you, I am sure it looks that way.” She remarks

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I brushed off the comment about the amount of food I eat, assuming Cain didn’t mean anything by it. But I couldn’t help the feeling of self consciousness that started creeping in after he said it. I look to his plate & my own, noticing the radical difference. Thankfully the conversation veered away from my eating habits & I was delighted to finally be learning more about Cain. He has an older brother, much like I have, who taught him to play guitar from a young age. He told me about his childhood living in a Humans-Only city & what brought him to Epherton. I learned about his hobbies like sports, going out, being with friends & videogames. Fortunately, we did not jump on the subject of my brother & I was more than happy to keep away from that topic completely. 

“So, why did you come to Epherton?” Cain asks me as I cut another piece off my calzone. “Oh you know, job opportunities, cheap housing, not having tons of money & wanting to get out of my hometown.” That last tidbit was different from Cain’s answer. Cain also came to Epherton for the opportunities. But if the opportunities had been in his home city, he never would have moved here. I, on the other hand, probably would have moved here anyways. “Why did you want to get away from your hometown?” He asks innocently, unknowing that the answer was not as innocent. 

I put the piece of calzone I just cut back onto my plate, thinking about how to explain it to Cain without him including me in the backwards thinking many of the townspeople share. “Well, the village I grew up in had no diversity & with that came a lot of small-minded people. Many of them hold traditional beliefs that the two species should be separated, not meant to mix. Others, a bit more extreme, believe in separate but not equal. Many believe in a hierarchy, of course placing giants at the top.” I saw Cain study me as I explained why I left & I recognized that look as one of scrutinizing, seeing if I aligned with that way of thinking. I sighed as I explained further “I never agreed with them though. It always felt weird thinking of myself as better than others just because of the bodies we were born into.” I looked to Cain to see if my explanation made sense. Cain looks at me with eyes that resembled sadness “And that is why your brother & his friends acted like that at the party.” He said as a statement rather than a question. I nodded “Yea & I didn’t think they would bring their bigotry with them, considering they all know where I stand and they were made aware I was sharing a unit with a human.”

Cain paused for a moment “Where do you stand?” He asks tentatively. I catch his eyes, and look at him almost confused. “What?” I wasn't sure exactly what he was asking me. Cain clears his throat “You know, how do you see humans? Like, do you think that those people back in your hometown have some kind of point?” For a moment, his question took me aback. For the few months that we have shared a unit, I thought I had made it pretty clear how I saw him and other humans. But I guess this question was going to be inevitable.

“I see you as a person, nothing more or less than that.” I say with a shrug of my shoulders, not really sure what else I could say to that question. “Yeah but, doesn't it change how you see people when they can fit in the palm of your hand? I mean there's got to be some kind of difference in how you feel being around humans versus when you are around giants, right?” I finally understood what Cain was trying to ask me. “Well of course I'm going to feel different around humans than I do around Giants. But I don't see them as less important or less valuable because they are smaller. You don't look at people who are shorter than you and think that they are less human, right? Same applies to me. I just look at you and see a smaller person.” 

Almost as if his hunger for asking questions wasn't satisfied with the one answer, he pressed a little further “So what do you feel when you are around humans?” I could tell that these questions had been burning in his mind for a while. I thought about his question, my memory flashing back to when I played with that group of human children as a child. How excited I was to make friends & getting to play with them. My memory cut to when they told me that they weren't allowed to play with me anymore & why. I felt the remnants of that heartbreak coming back to me from when I was a kid. 

I thought about my answer & felt honesty would be the best policy here. “Cautious & nervous, I suppose.” Which seemed to confuse Cain ”Whoa wait, hold on, YOU’RE nervous around Humans? How? How are you, an 85ft giantess, nervous around Humans? People who you can easily overpower if you wanted?” I let out a breathy laugh at the summation “Not that kind of nervous Cain. It's hard to explain but I'm afraid of fucking up, you know? Humans have every reason to be scared of giants, I see why. So knowing that any move I make, any little comment, can throw them into a panic. You guys are fragile & easily startled, so I have to be conscious & self aware the entire time I am around humans.” Cain pondered my explanation, asking “What about with me? How do you feel around me?” 

I stopped the redness from climbing up my neck & to my face when I thought of my genuine answer, stuffing it deep down inside. Instead I reply “You make me anxious, but overall I am always happy to see you!” Hoping that made my answer a bit softer for him. I watched him look down at his food, contemplating my answer. I worried that maybe I had offended him. I didn’t want to elaborate on my feelings for him, because I worried how he might react. “I just have to be cautious around you, being Human and all, you know? There is a lot more of me than there is of you, so I have to watch myself.”

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“Fragile” “Easily startled” “Less of me” I mean, Vi wasn't wrong, but it sucked knowing that I haven't been doing a good job at hiding my fear around her, despite how hard I've tried. I felt a shroud of shame surrounding me at the confirmation but wondered how she felt being around me if that was her impression so far. When I got “Anxious” my heart sank, only to be lifted from the depths with “but happy to see you!” I listened to her explain herself, and it seems like she's hit it right on the head. There IS a lot of her, and I DO struggle with being around Giants overall, let alone someone like Vi. I looked into her deep, sparkling brown eyes, seeing my own reflection in them. I could happily drown in those brown eyes given the chance, but who'd want to give that chance to an easily startled & fragile human? 

Halting my thoughts, I hear Vi ask me back “So how do you feel around Giants?” I look up at Vi whose expression makes me a bit uneasy. I could feel a tentative vibe in the air, as if she was expecting a certain answer. Although I knew I was physically safe around Vi & I knew how I felt about her, I also knew she was a special case amongst her kind for me. “I-I mean, they’re fine..” I hoped that would be enough but Vi raised an expectant eyebrow at me, pushing for more. “They’re uh-..um..they’re..” I watched her lean in slightly to listen to my answer and that made me want to back up a bit, crumbling under her gaze which held a bit too much weight in this moment. “They’re intimidating…and overwhelming…and scary…” I let the words tumble out of my mouth involuntarily and I watched Vi nod, as if I confirmed for her something she already knew. “But not you though, Vi! You’re not like that, I enjoy being around you, just not other ones.” I hoped that would explain myself a bit better. “You’re the exception, you’re not like other Giants. You’re a lot better than the ones I’ve met.”

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I felt my breath pause in my chest at how Cain spoke about my people. I wanted to approach the conversation lightly though, not jump to any conclusions. “I mean, not all other giants are bad, you know? There are a lot of really nice giants-” I was cut off by Cain who continues “Yea but they are few & far between. On the whole, they tend to be a lot less…tolerant and more threatening than humans are. I mean c’mon, I was literally kidnapped by a giant at the party, how much more confirmation do I really need?” 

I couldn’t argue his personal experience, so I opted to let it go. “Yea, I suppose you’re right.” I forced a smile, but felt the wind being knocked completely out of my sails, knowing Cain sees giants as a whole, negatively. My mind drifted into wondering how much of that applied to me.

Once dinner was over & Cain was sufficiently stuffed, I watched as he laid back in his chair and sighed with satisfaction. “I wish I had more stomach, because I don’t want to stop eating!” He laughed, but held his stomach in pain from just laughing; he was so full “Ow..” I couldn’t help but laugh at him a little bit, but I appreciated how much he enjoyed the food. “I hope you didn’t make yourself sick, because we still have a movie to watch. Which, by the way, what are you in the mood for? Comedy, horror, action?” I suggested a few genres to make the decision easier. I stand, taking our plates & Cain’s half eaten calzone along with the two others he didn’t even touch to wrap up for him. “I left a DVD album on the coffee table, take a look and see what you might like.” I call out as I wash up the dishes & get the kitchen in order. 

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I stood, no, wobbled to the album that Vi mentioned, using all my strength to flip it open to reveal a plethora of movie choices. “I thought you weren't a movie buff!” I call out as loud as I can, hoping she can hear me. Luckily she did “I’m not, I like movies but I couldn’t care less about the actors!” She laughs and I understand where she is coming from with that sentiment, I felt very similarly. I looked at the options & landed on a superhero movie, one from Marvel Comics. “Are you secretly a nerd, Vi?” I ask as I gently pull the DVD out from its sleeve, feeling Vi walking back over to me. She looks at the movie I’ve chosen: ‘Ant Man.’ Vi smiles “You can call me a nerd if you want, I call it having excellent taste.” Her hand takes my place in sliding the DVD from its sleeve and lifts it above my head, going to the TV and pushing the disc in. Vi sits on the couch behind where I stood on the coffee table with a remote, pushing ‘play.’ As the opening credits roll, she looks to me “Any preference on where you want to sit?” she asks me, pulling a bean bag from her pocket. “You can sit anywhere you’d like.” 

“With you” is what I wanted to say, but couldn’t work up the nerve to. I see the beanbag and notice how it looked like a softball in her hand, almost laughably small. “I can-uh-take the beanbag?” I asked, pointing to it. Vi holds it up “Anywhere in particular?” she asks and this made me think about it. I decided to take the chance “What about on the back support of the couch?” I would be immediately next to Vi that way. “You know, for a better view of the movie.” I explained away, even though she didn’t ask. I felt my palms become sweaty. Vi lowered the bean bag in her palm, offering me a ride “Hop on” she instructed & without thinking or second guessing myself, I jumped into the beanbag that sits in her palm, landing on my back into the plush chair like a pile of leaves. Vi catches me with ease and I realize how childish it was to just throw myself into the beanbag, but it was my first instinct seeing it, I didn’t think about it. I looked up & behind me to see Vi’s amused face as she lifts me closer to her, my stomach dropping from the elevation.”Sorry” I said with embarrassment lacing my words as she places me on top of the back support of the couch. I was comfortable in the beanbag, but I was more impressed with the view. Just like when Vi had lifted me in her bedroom, everything looked normal & to-scale to me. I liked being up here, it felt like I fit into her world just a little more. 

My train of thought was derailed when Vi sat next to me, her neck & head being level with me. She looks at me, our faces being closer than they ever had been before. I couldn’t help but stare with a dopey smile on my face. I can feel the wind of her breathing through her nose on my hands and feet. I can feel the backrest shift against her weight as she becomes comfortable. I notice the reddish highlights that naturally dance in her hair, now that a bit of it is spilled onto the backrest. It looked soft & well kept, I wanted to touch it, run my fingers through it, but I knew that wouldn’t be appropriate. 

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Cain’s words rang in my head throughout the movie about how Giants were scary & intimidating. I tried keeping a smile on my face for Cain’s sake & my own, hoping it would lighten my mood. When I was able to sneak a look at him, he seemed content and happy, which helped me be at ease as well. Although he may have stated I was the exception to the rule of Giants being overwhelming, I didn’t want to push that line. I didn’t even try to suggest that we sit closer to each other, fearing I would be doing exactly what frightens him. This arrangement was fine, I am going to be fine with this. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable. As the movie played, Cain made commentary the entire time. “Scott should just be big the entire time, he can just crush his enemies, he doesn’t even need to fight them!” At a particularly intense scene, where Antman is shrunken & stuck in a tub, Cain pipes up when Antman’s friend comes stomping into frame “Vi, look, that’s what you look like from my perspective!” He jokes, but I felt a pang of hurt in my chest, which forces me to remain quiet as we watch Scott being washed away by the flow of water from the faucet. 

Once the movie was over, I felt dejected and tired. I had hoped I would have walked out of tonight feeling closer to Cain, but it feels like my eyes have been opened to this impenetrable wall between us. I felt monstrous when Cain pointed out how much I eat. He thought I didn’t notice how he looked away when I would take bites. My thoughts were confirmed when Cain said Giants were overwhelming & scary. I didn’t feel like an exception to the rule when Cain mentioned how I look from his perspective when we watched the movie. All these instances were swimming around in my head, adding bricks to the wall I feel separating us. I felt too big for him & like I took up too much space. All of it is punctuated by the confirmation of how Cain views me & my people. Once the credits rolled, I looked to Cain who was relaxed in the bean bag, eyes drooping. “That was a cool movie” he remarks with a yawn & stretch. “Thanks for having me over though Vi, this was fun.” 

Although I don’t think I had as much fun as Cain did, it still warmed me to know that he enjoyed his time here nonetheless, despite his comments. Without a word I offered him my open hand “I think I want to turn in, too.” I say to him, suggesting that he go home. Cain sits up, taking his time to let the blood flow back into his legs. Once comfortably in my palm, I slowly get up, keeping Cain lower than I normally would out of pure reflex, to avoid overwhelming him. I grab his leftovers from the coffee table & I am quick to get him to his door, watching him depart from my hand. “Thanks again for dinner, it was fantastic! I am glad to be enjoying it for the next few days too.” I smile “Glad you had a good time..” I offer a small wave as he exits into his door & out of my unit. When the door closes behind him, I feel the rush of emotion I had been suppressing for the last few hours, wash over me. I felt tears pricking at my eyes as I stared at the white door. I felt the hot tears trickle down my face as the feeling of disappointment washed over me for what I can now see, is a relationship that will never be. 

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how about dennis taking care of a sick reader? maybe the reader's got a cold or a migraine or a broken leg or something.

or vice versa! dennis would be truly insufferable if he were sick or had a migraine.

sick days

a/n: hihihi love this idea so much oh my god. i hope i did it justice 🤞 dennis would be the WORST

experimenting with a new layout AND doing imagines/headcanons today !! woo !! lmk how u guys feel abt it. reblogs appreciated greatly. love ya

word count and formatting: 758 words, imagine format, lowercase

fic under the cut

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when you're sick:

- dennis isn't entirely sure how to act when you tell him you're sick.

- as your boyfriend, he knows he should be concerned and doting and attentive. but as dennis reynolds? he doesn't want to get sick too, ew.

- you know him, you know he won't want to be infected by your disgusting horrible disease (a common cold), but you are bedridden and ask him to pick up a few things for you.

- and he can at least do that for you. he makes his way to your apartment, a plastic bag stocked with pills and soup in hand. but when he swings open the door, he crumbles, finding you curled up on your sofa.

- you tell him to go home and to not get sick but suddenly he's a nurse and he's tying back your hair and pushing the strands that stick to your sweat coated forehead out of your pretty face and cooing about how gross you look.

"you should've called me if you were this bad. this feels like neglect." he says as he turns off whatever stupid reality tv show you were dazedly watching and raises his cold, cold hand to your scalding forehead. you hum at the sensation. "you look like you're near death. did you eat? of course you didn't." he talks to himself, blocking out any protests you might have.

- he'd rummage through your cupboards until he'd find a suitable bowl to microwave the soup in. you'd watch in dazed amazement, still ensure if this was some sort of sickness inflicted hallucination.

- you knew he'd feed the goddamn broth to you if you didn't take the spoon from him.

- he rambles about how your sickness is a result of "not having enough vitamins in your system" and you "need to take care of yourself" and how tomorrow he'll bring down some of the supplements he has to fight the cold.

- you try to tell him that it is only a cold and it would disappear in a couple of days, but he only argues back about how he didn't want to get himself or anyone else infected.

- but truly, he hated to see you suffering. it broke his heart when he heard your nasal-ly tone or when you'd shiver from being too cold. and frankly, he'd do anything to ensure this never happened again. even if that meant force feeding you omega 3 supplements.

when he's sick:

- dennis being sick is hell. whiny, lazy, sniffling hell. he would be denying the fact he is sick - not wanting to appear weak, of course - while also begging for you to come help him.

- unlike when you're sick, he'd immediately call you complaining about how he'd caught something, how he felt like he was dying, and how he needed you to come nurse him back to health.

- used to his theatrics by now and also feeling a little guilty hearing his stuffy pathetic tone on the phone, you make your way to his apartment.

- mac had long evacuated the apartment. now that you were in the picture? his days of dealing with sick dennis were over, good luck to you.

"what the hell took so long?" dennis groaned from his bedroom. you walk in and gesture to your tote bag of supplies.

"i don't get sick, ever. i'm perfectly well," then after a moment of silence, "i think it's something like the flu or pneumonia," dennis coughs.

"i think you just have a cold baby," you say blankly. he tuts.

- he whines when you get up to leave. he whines at you to get stuff when you stay. he whines.

- in fact, all he has done is whine. he has made zero effort to get pills for his raging headache, possibly still in denial he was sick. so you grab him a small glass of water and set the painkillers in his lap.

- he would be so slow and dramatic. just staring at the glass before him.

"i'm not helping you drink the water, dennis," "no, i know, just give me a second."

- he eventually takes the tablets, groaning when the taste lingers on his tongue.

- he's even clingy when he's sick, not wanting you to leave again. he'll claim you have to stay over and watch him in case something horrible happens while he's sleeping.

- you make yourself comfortable by his side, stroking his leg over the duvet to lull his to sleep. you have to keep up the petting motion in one hand while the other scrolls on your phone as you wait for him to wake up and start yapping again.