#THEYRE SICK okay they Were sick but like THEYRE SICK IM SICK

[bae4faist]

can i get a little sick fic for art?? honestly i dont care who's sick i just love a sick fic. theyre so :(((

Yesss ofccc they’re always so cutee. Also im literally write while sick lol

A healing touch

It was a rainy afternoon when the sky darkened and clouds swept over stanford like a thick blanket. Inside your cozy little dorm, the sound of raindrops tapping against the window provided a soothing backdrop to the quiet atmosphere. You were curled up on the bed, a book in your hands, when suddenly, your pager buzzed with a message from your boyfriend.

“Hey, can you come over? Not feeling great.”

Your heart sank at those words. Art, always the vibrant and energetic spirit, was sick? You quickly gathered your things, grabbing extra blankets and his favourite stuffed elephant (it was really yours but he always loves it)

Upon arriving, the door creaked open, and you were met with a sight that made your heart melt—Art was wrapped in layers of blankets, his hair slightly tousled, and he looked up at you with tired, drooping eyelids. His cheeks were flushed, and he wore a soft, almost vulnerable expression.

“Hey,” he croaked softly, attempting a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

“Hey, puppy,” you replied, teasing him a little to lift his spirits, knowing how much he loved the nickname. “Let me take care of you.”

“Do I really look that bad?” he chuckled weakly, his voice raspy.

You smiled sympathetically, setting the teddy down and moving closer to him. “Just a little,” you said, gently ruffling his hair, feeling its warmth against your fingers. “Now, how about you get cozy, and I’ll take care of the rest?”

He just nodded, allowing you to wrap a thick blanket around him tighter, tucking it under his chin. You could see him relaxing already, the tension in his shoulders easing slightly.

“I was thinking,” you said, “that maybe you should just lie down. I can keep you warm.”

Art, a creature of obedience and softness, succumbed to your gentle coaxing like the puppy you fondly called him. With a little lightness in his eyes, he eased his way to the couch, and you arranged the cushions for him, making sure he was comfortable. Then, you go to the bathroom cabinet to grab some medicine.

“Okay baby?” You ask as you give him some of that medicine you found

As he gets comfy, you fetched the remote, turning on his favorite show—even if he was half-asleep, the familiar characters never failed to bring him comfort. You pulled out another blanket and wrapped it around yourself, sitting beside him on the couch, your leg brushing against his.

Throughout the evening, you stayed close, occasionally checking his temperature and adjusting the blanket, ensuring he was warm. When his eyes closed for a moment, you brushed a strand of hair away from his forehead, feeling some relief wash over you as he sighed softly, relaxing under your care.

“You’re the best,” he murmured sleepily, and your heart fluttered at his words.

“You know it,” you teased lightly, but your eyes softened as you gazed at him. “I’ll always take care of you, puppy.”

Time seemed to dissolve around you as you shared comfortable silence, occasionally stealing glances at his peaceful face. But as the sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of pink and purple, a sudden wave of concern washed over you. You needed to check in on him—physically and emotionally.

With a tender hand, you tucked the blanket over him more securely. “Art, how are you feeling? Really.”

He opened his eyes to meet yours, the gratitude evident in his expression. “Just tired, I guess. You’ve made it better though.”

“Good. Can I do anything else?” You leaned closer, willing to do anything to ease his discomfort.

“Just stay here; I like having you around,” he replied, his voice a soft whimper. “It makes me feel safe.”

Your heart swelled with warmth at his admission. You settled in, resting your head on the armrest and letting the warmth of his presence comfort you both. The two of you were enveloped in a cocoon of blankets, warmth, and shared breaths, creating your little haven amidst the rain.

As you drifted into a peaceful slumber, you felt Art shift slightly, nuzzling against you like a puppy seeking warmth. You instinctively wrapped your arms around him, craddling him.

The soft soft morning light seeped through the curtains, painting the room in gentle hues of gold, you found yourself wrapped up in a cocoon of warmth. Art laid beside you, his brow slightly furrowed, a remnant of discomfort lingering even in slumber. You couldn’t help but admire him, the way his messy hair fanned out on the pillow, and the way his breath came in soft, uneven bursts.

You shifted ever so slightly, tucking the blanket a little closer around you two, hoping the added warmth would soothe him. Nudging him gently with your shoulder, you whispered sweetly into his ear, “Hey, baby. Time to wake up.”

His eyelids fluttered, and he whimpered softly—a soft, endearing sound that tugged at you heartstrings. “No... I can’t be late for class,” he mumbled, trying to sit up.

“No, no, Art. You don't have class today. You’re sick,” you reassured him, you voice a gentle caress against the ruckus of his racing thoughts.

For a moment, he looked confused, lost in the fog of fever and sleep. “But the... the lecture on microeconomics?” He murmured weakly, his eyes still only half open.

You pressed a gentle kiss on his forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. “It doesn’t matter... It can wait. Right now, you just need rest, and I’m right here.”

His brow relaxed with your words, and the tension melted away. He nestled back into your arms, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he have in to the comfort you offered. You wrapped your arms tighter around him, the world outside fading into an idyllic silence.

After a little while, you knew you had to get moving. “I’ll be right back. I’m going to get us some breakfast,” you whispered, carefully extricating yourself from his embrace. His sleepy eyes blinked open, a look of disappointment crossing his face.

“Don’t leave...” he murmured, reaching out for me.

“I’ll be just a minute. Don’t worry. Just focus on feeling better, okay?” You smiled, running your fingers through his tousled hair.

He nodded, reluctantly releasing you, and you slipped out of the dorm room, feeling the weight of love and concern in your heart. The campus was quiet, a stark contrast to the flurry of activity it would soon become.

As you walked towards the cafeteria, you spotted Patrick, Art’s only friend, standing outside chatting with a girl. He approached you, a puzzled expression on his face. “Where’s Art?”

You sighed softly, wishing you could alleviate the worry in Patrick’s eyes. “He’s sick, so he’s taking a day off. No tennis practice today.”

“Oh, shit,” Patrick replied, the concern written all over his face. “Thanks for looking after him I guess.”

With a light wave of your hand, you continued on your way, your thoughts lingering on Art. You knew he hated feeling unwell, but he was often so busy with classes and tennis that he sometimes needed the extra push to slow down.

When you returned, a warm paper bag in hand filled with the promise of breakfast, you found him still nestled in your guys’ cozy corner of blankets. You sidled up next to him, placing the bag on the bedside table before leaning in closer.

“Guess what I got?” You teased, your voice light.

His eyes fluttered open, faintly brighter than before. “You didn’t...?”

You chuckled softly, opening the bag and pulling out a couple of churros, still warm and dusted with sugar. “Your favorite.”

His face lit up with a small, appreciative smile, and you couldn’t help but press a quick kiss to his lips before handing him one. “Now, eat up, and don’t argue with me.”

As he took a bite, you watched him savor the sugary warmth, and you could feel your heart swell with adoration. Through the rest of the day, you kept the cheerful mood alive, your sweet nothings slipping from your lips as you scattered kisses like fairy dust over him.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever, you know that?” You cooed as you gently brushed your fingers over his forehead, feeling the warmth start to recede ever so slightly.

“And you’re the most amazing girlfriend. I’m so lucky to have you,” he replied, his voice soft and sincere, making butterflies dance in your stomach.

You spent the day cocooned in each other’s warmth, exchanging soft touches and whispers. You decided on spontaneous movie marathons, laughter mingling with heartfelt conversations and sweet moments of silence. The way he would look at you, his eyes sparkling with affection, made you feel treasured beyond measure.

And the next day, just like that, he was all better.

[lesbiangiratina]

Testament seeing humanity as beneath them at least gears in general but still seeing themself as something less than human desr god i feel like im in a fucking blender right now im sorry for my behavior at the moment

[blueberrymilkcookie]

on god im always excited when ppl get into my interests but the sole exception is sonic the hedgehog Then im monitoring you extremely closely and any mistake can mean instant block. IT GETS SERIOUS

[icewindandboringhorror]

"We can get through this by working together, reach out to your friends, community is all we have, a social network will be your security in the world, now is the time to lean on others!"

I do agree, and it's scientifically sound (pretty sure there is data about how people with better social networks live longer and etc) but also....augh..... what about the severe social issues, difficulty to leave the house, physical issues which lead to like zero socialization energy a majority of the time, etc. etc. Social support can be a replacement for structural support, but.. I guess I just wish it didn't have to be. Community is extremely difficult to build, even moreso if you're someone who has issues with social cues or group conversations or even just being around others in the first place. And blah, nuance, of course I'm just complaining or maybe being too negative or maybe misunderstanding, but, I hardly have the energy to brush my hair once every 2 months.. how am I supposed to maintain a wide social network and be active in a Community and Join Groups lol... sometimes it kind of feels like "er.. well if thats my only option then...... ruh roh". It's overwhelming

[skitskatdacat63]

This is my personal crossover event of the century

[lecliss]

I'll never be able to take the theory that Vincent is Sephiroth's real father seriously cuz I cannot stress enough how important I think it is to the plot that Vincent wanted to fuck Lucrecia and did not get to.

[rpfofficial]

all r-dfem blogs on here are always posting 3 things: a) most vitriolic disgusting display of shaming people for how they look which almost always implicitly or explicitly aligns with some kind of eugenics or racism, b) how everyone who isnt them or disagrees with them is stupid or misguided or has no hope left for them, and c) how lonely and isolated they feel all the time . I wonder when they will join the dots

[mongeese]

Listen. I was a Harry Potter kid. I read those books over and over again for probably a decade. I get it, okay? But any and all virtues that people ascribe to them are true of countless other children's book series. Many of which are less intensely bigoted. Obviously, the fact that Harry Potter became so insanely popular is indicative of something in them, whether that be engaging characters, entertaining worldbuilding, whatever, so I won't say that they're totally bad with no redeeming qualities. But they simply aren't that unique! Stop saying that they're groundbreaking or complex for whatever reason! They aren't! And like, if you have the books and want to keep rereading them or whatever I'm not gonna tell you to stop, you aren't hurting anyone. But I am begging people to recognize that the reason they like them is nostalgia, and that they are not the fucking holy grail of fantasy or children's writing. You want kids books which tackle the way adults can be wrong and hurtful and ignorant? Read A Series of Unfortunate Events. You want the escapism of being whisked off to an extraordinary world underneath this one? Read Percy Jackson. You want magical boarding school? Read A Wizard of Earthsea. There are so many other series to choose from stop fucking praising JKR her books aren't that impressive

[cawziiku]

I'm not gonna be responding to these anymore, I don't want to have to think about this rn, but I'm keeping the posts up

[fappellmoan]

i dont wanna be a dick and act like i have no responsibility in this but after a point dont u think if all you ever say to ur friend is Omg you never make it out why dont you ever come out with us you bail all the time youre such a flake etc. dont u think that person (me) is like. not gonna feel so inclined to. be there

[villalunae]

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[moonlit-orchid]

good evening to everyone except a certain few fucking anons

[stonerzelda]

Unfortunately that kitten had to go back to her foster mom who. I am pretty sure is going to be fired from the shelter we work with because holy fuck she was The worst -_- god she was cute tho im glad i got to spend time with her today

[nerdie-faerie]

I have got to get worse at my job cus no way can keep letting them rely on me like this

[phagodyke]

slept in until 10am I haven't been able to do this in over a month 😭

[jellitchi]

hello friends heres some more artist au ,,, i have A huge infodump under the cut ... u were warned

uhm mumbo is a tattoo artist in this au, hes the towns electrician primarily but he does tattoo work too. hes terrified of needles on his own skin but really enjoys the process of tattooing. i think he mostly does geometric stuff. probably hrm.

gem runs and owns the fishing dock/bait shop. shes born and raised in this town so shes been here her whole life. shes okay at painting but her real passion is with clay- specifically sculpting. shes taking a pottery workshop w grian but she like the freedom sculpting has that the wheel cant really give her...? if that makes sense.. she still likes it. when she paints she gravitates towards gouache and watercolors, she likes the fluidity she can achieve w em. also is very fond of how gouache lets u set it down then return and reactivate it w water again lol

pearl is a relatively successful artist, shes constantly traveling for art shows and also to host workshops/look for inspiration. she used to paint a lot, thats how she kinda got her fame... she used to paint this one girl a lot idk she has curly orange hair and freckles and shes always painted really beautifully. then stuff happened and now pearl mostly sculpts now. she still paints and her paintings are her most popular works but shes more into working w clay.

hm more abt this au, pearl and grian are siblings and both grew up learning oil painting. jimmy is also in this au im still figuring out a role but hes their cousin— basically brother— i was thinking pearls manager js coz i think itd b funny lol.

the setting is a small coastal town hrmm havent thought too much else abt it, was mostly pulling from coastal norcal ish...

in this au scar and grian are really really tight and have been living w each other for like 5/6 ish years. i dont think they officially get tgt... they think theyre woke asf n say they dont like labels (kinda kidding) the real reason is just timing. whenever grian is sick of running circles and works up the courage, scar usually has some complications hes working through and grian feels like hed just be another stressor added to his plate so he just wills it away... then when scar is like Im gonna do it. Im gonna tell him. Grian is experiencing sum kinda dilemma and is rly stressed so then scar is like well it can wait... (this goes on forEver.) whenever they do sync up, usually theyre far too scared about ruining their friendship and having to find a new roommate or something. they both r very important to each other and if bottling up their feelings means they can hold onto each other and keep each other around then thats what theyll do...! yeah theyre doomed🤦‍♂️.... they still basically do romantic activities tgt- they just think its normal coz its them.... also everyone around them thinks theyre secretly dating or smth anyways Yeah this is the au in a nutshell im such a sucker for long term pinning friends to lovers or whatever😭😭😭😭😭...