#and I have a high fever😭😭😭😭😭😭��� every day I feel WORSE…

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Feverish Nights, Tender Care (DI!Leon S Kennedy x F!Reader)

A/N- I had written this sweet, fluffiest fluff story a while ago, while I was in my sickest and ugliest looking self. It was Leon who gave me comfort at that time, all I thought about was him, taking care of me (or f!reader) and how sweet would it be to let him take care of us 😭 I genuinely need him, want him.. God literally created men and sent Leon S Kennedy as an apology. I am also very sorry for being so inactive, I just had so many assignments 🤧 I hope you like this, have a good day/night ✨

Warning- Age g@p

Fever. Your entire body was burning as you lay curled up in bed one evening. Even though you had been through countless illnesses since childhood, your body still wasn't prepared to handle such a high fever. At first, you felt an ache striking your legs, then slowly spreading across your back. The nausea that came with sensitivity was there, too. You knew you shouldn’t have eaten that last meal, yet you did, and you regretted it so much.

As a child, you were never alone. Your mother could get you through these situations easily by putting you under cold water. No one could make chicken soup better than she did. Her hands would gently stroke your forehead while you lay in bed, repeating the same soothing motion every few seconds. Maybe your mother’s hands were magical because you would always fall asleep when she did that. Truly, loving mothers could never be repaid; they were the ones who deserved all the love in the world.

You were lost in memories of childhood illnesses and your mother when you vaguely sensed Leon sneaking into the room and placing his hand on your forehead. When a fever gets too high, you can barely perceive your surroundings, and even though this usually happens to children (who sometimes see things while sick), you could swear you were hallucinating.

"Baby, hey, it’s me. You’re doin' okay there?"

Maybe Leon thought you had fallen into a coma, judging by your unresponsive state, but the fact that he was here didn’t really surprise you. You didn’t turn toward him; instead, you remained sprawled across the bed and let a few words slip from your lips.

"Leon, I feel like my whole body is on fire. Every limb of mine hurts..."

Your voice was weak, almost on the verge of tears. And Leon—he couldn’t stand seeing you like this. Even though you had never been this bedridden around him before, he still saw you as a part of himself. He couldn’t bear to watch you suffer. He just wanted your beautiful face to smile, your eyes to shine, and for you to hold him tightly and never let go. You were his sunshine.

"I know, babygirl, I know. I'm sorry. I'm here to take care of you, yeah?"

After whispering those words, he pressed a small kiss onto your forehead before gently pulling your blanket away.

"But we have to get rid of this first, little one. This will only make you worse, and you know it well, right, my pretty princess?"

You loved when Leon acted like a romantic lover. Based on your past experiences, if you had to choose between dating a jerk or someone like Leon—handsome, caring, and constantly attentive—you’d definitely pick Leon. In fact, it wasn’t even a choice.

As soon as the blanket was removed, you started shivering. You tried to pull it back, but Leon had already folded it at the foot of the bed, waiting for you to get up.

"Come on, sweetheart, let's take a cold shower."

This was like a nightmare to you, but you knew it was the quickest way to break a fever. It was heartwarming to see Leon using the same method as your mother, but crying over that would have been silly. So, you slowly forced yourself to sit up.

"It’s cold..."

"I know that it’s cold, but you’re burning up, honey."

He then slipped his arms under your body and effortlessly lifted you up like a child. You rested your head against his shoulder—you could fall asleep there instantly.

"Will you let me sleep here for once?"

Leon chuckled at your words and adjusted your slipping body by lifting you slightly from underneath. He wrapped your legs around his waist for support.

"I'm all yours, sweets, but first, let’s get your fever down, shall we?"

You nodded, letting him carry you like a baby into the bathroom attached to your bedroom. He gently set you down before stepping ahead to adjust the water temperature.

But standing was impossible. You felt like you could collapse at any moment.

"Leon…" you called out in a weak voice.

Leon hurried to your side, took your hand, and guided you toward the shower.

"This will sting a bit, but I'm here with you, alright?"

You nodded, allowing him to undress you down to your underwear. He led you under the showerhead and turned on the water he had prepared.

At first, you didn't know what to do. It burned. It burned so much. Pain shot through every inch of your body, making it impossible to stand still.

"Leon, no, please!"

You tried to move away from the stream, but Leon wouldn’t let you. And deep down, you knew it was for your own good—your fever just wouldn’t go down.

"You can hold on to me. Don’t worry ‘bout the clothes, sweetheart."

Doing as he said, you clung to his strong arms, letting the cold water run over you a little longer. After what felt like pure torture, Leon finally turned the water off and wrapped you in a bathrobe. He carefully patted you dry, making sure to be as gentle as possible. He started with your shoulders, then moved to your stomach, and finally, to your lower half.

When he was done, he sat you on the chair in your bedroom and turned on the hairdryer.

You wanted to tell him he didn’t have to do all this, but you loved the way he cared for you. And honestly, you were too weak to protest. So, instead of speaking, you let him pamper you. Occasionally, he would glance down at you, press a wet kiss to your cheek, and then return to drying your hair.

Once he finished, he helped you up and dressed you in one of his oversized blue T-shirts, leaving your lower half bare. Then, he gently placed you on the bed.

You lifted your head and gave him a small smile. He smiled back, kneeling in front of you. Holding both of your hands, he kissed them softly. You giggled at the feeling—his stubble had grown out a lot. But you couldn’t blame him; he had been so busy taking care of you that he had no time for himself.

Looking into your eyes, he pulled you into a tight embrace. You needed this. You needed him. Even this wasn’t enough—you wanted every part of him to touch you. Even though you knew he was yours, you still missed him every second. It was something beyond obsession, but you were grateful that he felt the same way.

He gently stroked your back before pulling away, still holding your hands.

"Now, you're going to be a good girl—which you already are—and lay down for me. And when you wake up, get ready to be poisoned because you’re going to drink the ugliest-looking chicken soup of mine, ha ha."

You playfully made a scared face at his dramatic evil laugh, making him chuckle.

"As much as I love teasing you, I know you’re sensitive, so I won’t push it. But next time, I won’t hesitate, little one."

You nodded and let him tuck you under a thinner blanket this time. Surprisingly, you were no longer freezing, but your headache and nausea lingered. Probably from the sudden cold exposure.

Leon carefully covered you, kissed your forehead, and checked your temperature one last time.

"It’s going to be fine, trust me. You just need your rest."

Your hands searched for his, and when you found them, you pulled him toward you as much as you could. Leon leaned over the bed, raising an eyebrow.

"What is it?"

"...Want you to stay."

Leon chuckled at your childlike pout but quickly composed himself.

"I can't warm you up too much, sweets. If I do, your fever will rise again, and we don’t want that, do we?"

No, definitely not.

You nodded in understanding, closed your eyes, and let sleep take over.

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oh nooo get better soon my love!! have a selection of blue lock characters when they're sick for you to project ♡♡

chigiri would rather die than ask for someone to nurse him back to health but jumps at any offer to be catered to ("i don't know i think i might be coming down with something..." - "do you want me to make you some tea?" - "well if you insist")

kunigami gets stressed about everyone else whenever he gets sick because what if they get sick too and then he has to take care of them while he's still sick himself and once they're healthy again they'll be back to being hyperactive and chaotic and he won't get enough rest to get healthy himself and- (false alarm everyone's very nice to him when he's sick and chigiri loves taking care of him)

bachira tries out every unorthodox method you can think of to get back to health ("i read that taking a shot of bleach kills the virus immediately" - "where did you read that??" - "nowhere i made it up, cheers!" - "BACHIRA NO-")

nagi stops moving altogether and exclusively communicates in groans and incomprehensible mumbles but he somehow still finds the power to play animal crossing under the covers when everyone else is asleep

gagamaru eats all the soup he can find and then sleeps for a day and somehow it works

reo is actually pretty high functioning when he's sick so he won't need much help but he will whine and complain about everything while doing things as usual no problem, he just wants everyone to know he's feeling slightly worse than usual

isagi does everything in his power to avoid sickness, he drills his immune system to become "an impenetrable fortress" and insists on working out when he's sick to "drown the virus in his sweat"

niko gets really bad body aches and gets very frustrated and anxious when all he can do is curl up and make noises of agony so it's vital he has someone to take care of him

rin would never in a million years admit he's sick and has to be dragged to bed every time because he could be on the verge of collapsing and still claim to be fine

shidou doesn't get sick, viruses are scared of him

otoya gets kinda whiny and annoying when he's sick, he suddenly can't do anything by himself anymore and he tries to keep up the ruse as long as possible ("turn my pillow around" - "do your arms not work??" - "noooo" - "you don't even have a fever anymore!" - "yes i do :(")

karasu only gets sick once every three or four years but when he does he dies, just dead, fucking dead for a week

i'm not sure about yukimiya but he's still the prettiest even when he's in bed with salmonella and fever and aryu hates it

As of writing this I am officially A-Okay! Now we can read all the things! 🤩🥰

-HELP CHIGIRI’S IS SO PERFECT WHSBBWBS gonna be so real; he was the first I thought about when I got sick- mainly your Nagiri headcanons regarding them and sickness whsnwnsnwn I love him so much- “well if you insist- twist my arm why don’t ya?” It’s so CUTE!! (KUNI 😭😭😭😭 I love Chigiri taking good care of him while he’s sick my HEART!)

-BACHIRA NO QJSNQNNDWNND 🤣🤣🤣 the “cheers” took me OUT!

-help they probably have a whole thesaurus on Nagi’s groans and moans when sick to figure out what he needs whsnwnsnwn and playing animal crossing is such a MOOD! 🤣🤣🤣 (girl I’m such a Gagamaru- only instead of soup it’s orange juice! I chug that mess and somehow I feel better whnsnwndnsndjs)

-Reo made me cackle HELP QJDNWNSN Just “I’m so SICK! So WEAK!” While he’s just cruising through the day whsnnwnsns Isagi insisting on working out to “sweat out the sick” is such a mood wnsnwnnsns it probably works until someone finds him passed out on the soccer field. “Is that- OH MY GOD MY THEY KILLED ISAGI!” (Isagi is in fact alive. Barely)

-NIKO NOOOO 😭😭😭 my heart- that poor baby! Body aches freaking suck, he’d probably be found curled up in someone’s lap just being petted and pat.

-Rin help- 😭 He’d be so visibly sick and insist he’s fine: it took several people (or one Tokimitsu and one Aryu) to get him back to bed and their secret weapon (Hiori) to keep him there. He just kinda hides beneath his blanket the entire time until he can function again.

-PRFFT QJSNWNNDNSNDNS 🤣🤣🤣🤣 That is so Shidou accurate help! On that note; Sae is just as bad as Rin in terms of easily getting sick- but unlike Rin if he’s told “Go to bed love” by Shidou he’s doing exactly what he’s told. He gets kinda submissive in sickness and Shidou loves it. (Gross as he is, I like the idea of Shidou being good at taking care of people when he wants to)

-Otoya is such a princess when he gets sick 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Mr. total care whiny and all- Karasu is so over it wjhdjwjdjejdjs STOP NOT HIM DYING HWDHWBDBWNDNSN 🤣🤣🤣 just zero contact for a week and comes back all “What’d I miss?” Like he hadn’t just fell off the face of the earth.

- God I LOVE AHSBANNS Yukimiya’s over here glowing while sick and Aryu hates him for it cause our glam king gets all sorts of nasty when sick (he doesn’t look that bad, but in his head he looks and feels disgusting- mood, my guy, mood.) the only downside is Yuki loses his voice EVERY. TIME. Doesn’t matter the sick, he just suddenly can’t talk without sounding hoarse and weak. Expect a lot of texts from him on sick week.

(Gonna add more cause yes :P)

-Oliver is a DIVA. He is worse than Otoya- making loud dramatic complains to nobody or anybody who’s listening. Like- he can take care of himself if he’s on his own but if he’s got somebody there he’s gonna make them WORK! “I’m so sick…quickly, take down my final words..” “Aiku, it’s a stomach bug.” “A deadly stomach bug!”

-I brought him up and I’m bringing him up again; Hiori is just as pretty as Yuki when sick; dare I say even prettier (Rin’s words not mine- what who said that?); he gets all teary eyed even when he isn’t sad and it makes him look so angelic it’s hard not to want to take care of him! 😭 (he’s also like Reo though- high functioning so he’s fine but everyone Rin INSISTS on taking care of him)

-Nanase’s kinda average when he gets sick, but his voice gets super deep and hoarse so he starts singing country songs (Lock them doors and turn the lights down low~”) and it is the FUNNIEST thing to Isagi and Hiori!

-Barou simply does not get sick. Like Shidou, viruses are scared of him. (And he owns like- ALL the disinfectant product in the world.) he’s team mom- medic, getting medicines and soups and whatever everyone needs.

I love these so much REY! 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 Sorry for the late reply, when I got over being sick I was in that “Not gonna think about anything sick related” phase, but now I’m here and dying cause these are PERFECT!!! Thank you for sharing! 💖💖💖💖💖

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(if two requests is asking too much pls ignore, sorry 😭)

d/azai: 9, 52, 56, 64 (with c/huuya— maybe dark era?)

Not too much at all, thank you for another one!! I love answering these, S/oukoku are my absolute beloveds, it's never too much D/azai hehehe~~ 

Set in 'dark era' mildly, imagine them both as adults, probably around 19, before all the things go down, back when they're both working for the P/ort M/afia. 

2.1k, prompts 9, 52, 56, and 64, story under cut!

9. “You’re trembling.” 52. “Did you just sneeze?” 56. “Can you please come and get me?” 64. Mission in the rain.

(References to violence, injury, swearing, mildly high fever, and gunshots, just in case anyone doesn't like those!)

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Dazai’s predictions are as reliable as the air you breathe. Sometimes the details can get fuzzy, but at the end of it all, his results are unavoidable. This is a hassle for his enemies, making him one of the most dangerous adversaries. And frankly quite annoying. However, on some days, when his predictions come to pass in ways he was hoping to avoid, they can be just as annoying for him. 

Thoughts swirl around Dazai’s head, his dripping hair clinging to his flushed forehead. ‘I foresaw the rain, but I had hoped I wouldn’t be as feverish when it came. I guess even I can’t predict exactly how an illness will progress. Though I do wish I’d known it was going to make the pain so much worse.’ 

His hand drifts back to his leg, water mixing with the blood seeping through the makeshift bandage he’d fashioned from a scarf one of the enemies had been wearing. ‘For someone covered in bandages, I actually don’t normally carry them on me. I should change that.’ Pulling the scarf tighter, pain seems to shoot through every nerve. 

“eNDxt-! hh’dZGt-!”

Dazai’s teeth clench, a faint groan crawling out from between them. The stifles send waves of burning shivers running from his head down through his arms to his fingertips. ‘I can’t get myself home like this. I’m not sure I could stand even if I wanted to… better call in backup. But who to call… someone who can see me like this…’

He lets his hands twitch, another sneeze being stalled on his breath as he reaches for his phone. The voice picks up instantly, Dazai smirking as the snarl the other man is wearing forms in his mind. 

“The fuck do you want?” 

“Chuuuuya~, can you pl- knDXt-! please come and get me?”

“Wh- what!?”

“I need y- inGZd’eh-! you to come pick me up.”

There’s a deep sigh through the phone, and what sounds like gunfire as Chuuya barks out an order. Dazai figures it’s still the mission Mori sent him on a few days ago. ‘Taking a while, usually he’d have wrapped it up by now. Must have been complications. I was supposed to go with, except a more urgent matter needed my attention.’ 

“Are you fucking serious?”

“kNT-nGT’eh-dnZNTT-! Yes, I’m serious. Hurry please~ it’s quite urgent.”

“What was that noise?”

“It’ll explain wh- eNDxT-! when you get here.”

Another round of yelling overtakes Chuuya’s side of the conversation, Dazai leaning the phone away with a wince as the noises seem to drill right into his skull. Finally it quiets down, Chuuya’s voice cutting through the silence again with a growl. 

“Can’t you call someone else? I dunno, Oda or something, why’s it gotta be me? I’m a tad busy.” 

“I’m- inGTD’eh-! trusting you with this- hH’knT-! mission. You are my partner after all.” 

“Ach. Fine, you bastard. But you’d better not be dead by the time I get there. Don’t wanna waste a trip.”

“hNgEdT-INgT-eh’kNd’eh-! See you when you get here.” 

The dial tone cuts through his last sentence, a sigh forming from the effort the call required. He lets his eyes fall shut,his head meeting the cold wall he’s leaning against. It almost seems to burn against his skin. ‘Because of the fever, I assume. Making the cold feel almost like electricity coursing through my body. Chuuya had better hurry.’ 

“You’re trembling.” 

Dazai’s eyes snap open, consciousness flooding back into his mind, a rush of pain following suit. He crushes his nose into a fist to starve off the reignited tickle while the other hand gingerly grazes his wounded leg. He manages to catalogue the rain still drenching him, Chuuya standing over him crossing his arms, and some amount of time he can no longer account for. 

“That h- happens when you’re l- left in the r- rain for- ndGT-! eh’kNXt-! d- days to fr- freeze to d- death.”

“Oh quit your whining, it’s been less than an hour. That’s impressive given I was across town.”

As Dazai feels Chuuya cold gaze, another shudder runs down his back, a smirk creeping across his face as it prompts a response laced with barely hidden guilt. 

“I got here as fast as I could, okay…?” 

‘You’re lucky it’s just us here, Chuuya. Anyone else might mistake your tone for caring~.’  The itch presents itself again, Dazai raising a hand to his face with a gasp as it climbs deeper into his sinuses. A burning starts to spread along his nose, Chuuya’s smirk only fanning his irritation. 

“ah’hNDeh-! knt’shh-! inGT’shh-!”

“Did you just sneeze?” 

“I- knGt’shh-! I certainly hope that was a sneeze and not- knGT’sshew-! my soul trying to- hh’nGT-! Escape.”

“I didn’t know you could make such dainty noises.”

The smile Dazai shoots in return is heavy, a deep air of false self-satisfaction plastered across the gesture. They both know Chuuya can see through him easily, and they both know he won’t act on this knowledge. ‘We’re both more comfortable with pretending I’m in control, like always. Despite what you may say, Chuuya, I know you better than anyone.’

“So, what exactly led to this pathetic display?” 

“Negotiations got a- ahH’INDGT’chh-! a bit out of hand. 

A blush tints Dazai’s cheeks as the stifle nearly breaks through, a violent sniffle falling through the cracks of his self-control. He flinches as the expression falters on Chuuya’s face, his blush apparently deeply visible against the rest of his utterly pale face.

“Eh?! A bit ou- you’re sitting on the ground bleeding, this is ‘a bit’?” 

“gnDT’shh-! ih’tND’eh-! It all went according to prediction.”

‘Except the severity of the fever… but he doesn’t need to know that.’ 

“You knew you were going to end up shot and laying on the ground?”

“I b- hh’enDT-! Believe I am sitting.” 

Chuuya snarls at him, fist clenching at his side as he seemingly resists the urge to throw a punch. ‘Probably a good thing for me. Not sure I could roll out of the way in time. Even if I did, it’d hurt something awful, and I’m not exactly keen on more pain at the moment.’ Dazai allows, electing to offer a small grin at the action.

“Did you at least get what you were sent for?”

“Do you really doubt me, Chuuya? hNNcH! heHh… nnDGT-! eNX’guh-!”

“Christ, Dazai.”

“eNGT’eh-! haHh… heP’ch-mmgNn’sh-hep’DNGT-! F- fuck… gNT’shh-!”

Dazai pretends he doesn’t notice the wince Chuuya lets out at the cursing as the stifles scrape through his throat. He’s switching from crushing his nose into his fist to fully pinching it shut. ‘They’re getting stronger, I can’t keep this up for long.’

“Mori sent you out here this sick?”

“I didn- hHnGT’eh-! eINXT-! Didn’t see the relevance in passing on su- such… hehhAH-! kNDT’chh-! eINGT’shh-! Such irrelevant information.”

“Irreleva- Damn it you idiot. You seriously didn’t tell him?!”

“nGT-! dnZT’chh-!”

“Well, guess it doesn’t matter now anyways. Can you walk?”

“N- hH’eNG’shh-! Not sure.”

Chuuya reaches down, stumbling a bit as Dazai leans into him, a hiss escaping as pain shoots through his leg. ‘I’m assuming the sickness is clouding my ability to ignore the pain, making it feel worse than it is. Normally an injury like this shouldn’t bother me.’ Another shiver runs through Dazai’s body, travelling through his arms into Chuuya, who turns a sharp eye to him. 

“If I could use gravity manipulation this would be a hell of a lot easier.”

“W- well sorry. N- not exactly m- my fault that I’m s- so special. hh’knChh-!” 

Dazai whips into his fist, aiming away from the man holding him up as another stifled fit pounds through his head. 

“dnCH-! inNGXT-! nnGT-! eh’INGt’shh-!”

“Ar-”

“inDksss-! eNGT-! heh…! hH’aENXT’chh-! ih’nnGXT’shh-!”

“Christ, Dazai. You’re gonna give me a headache. Just fucking sneeze.”

“Wh- inGt-! What is Chuuya talk- notagain… hH’enDG’eh-! nNGT-! kNXT’chh-! Talking about? I believe I am sne- sneehh…. hH’EDN’chh-! sneezing?”

Dazai meets Chuuya’s eyes just in time to catch the mist of concern that settles over them before they roll in his direction. They’ve stopped moving, much to Dazai’s dismay. Normally the rain hitting his head seeming to feel like gunfire would be the reason he’s annoyed, but right now he has bigger issues. His hair is soaked, and dripping onto his face, each droplet running down his nose leaving a trail of tickles in its wake.

“You know what I mean, you jackass. Just let them out.”

He crushes his nose into his fist again as another sneeze threatens to break through, determined not to follow Chuuya’s orders. ‘I don’t need to sneeze. I do- heh… don’t nee… need to…’ Chuuya’s voice cuts through his attempts, the vibrations in the air seeming to spread the itch even deeper.

“It can’t be any worse than the tiny squeaks you’re letting out now.” 

“Ch- chuhHAh-! Chuuya might have a point for once!” 

“Bastard.”

“heH-! keeshh-tisshh’ieschh’oo-!”

“Was… was that your sneeze…?”

“ieeshh’oo-! heh’tshhh’shoo-! inEShh’oo-!”

“You’re sounding practically feline, Dazai.”

A grin spreads across Chuuya’s face as Dazai leans into his hands with another tiny outburst. Managing to pry open his eyes long enough to make it out through the haze, Dazai offers a weak smile immersed in mischief.

“Seeing as you’re quite the fan of ‘felines’, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Eh?! Y- you-”

“In fact- tShh’oo-! heh’inshh’iew-! I believe you referred to a kitten as ‘cute’, didn’t y- hh’teEShhiew-! You?”

“Don’t you fuckin-”

“Awww~ Does that mean Chuuya j- eh’KNshh’oo-! hahh-! geshhiew-hepp’tishhiew-! Just called me adorable?” 

“I will drop you on your ass, you bandage waste.”

Chuuya’s glare is fierce, a scowl painted over his face, but Dazai can’t help but notice the way his grip tightens when another fit breaks out, keeping Dazai studied as he shakes. ‘Whatever you say, Chuuya~.’ 

“hH’knGT’shiew-! eh’iiashh’oo-! kenshhh’iew-! heh’gshh’deh-! hNG’deh-! d’eshh’oo-!”

“B- bless you…”

“What was that, Chuuuya~?”

“Bastard.”

“Ouch! Words sting you know. eh’kishhew-!”

“Fuck off.”

“What a dirty mouth you have!” 

Another glare is thrown his way, Dazai responding with a smile, the unsettling kind that he knows Chuuya hates. Sure enough, he feels a shudder run down the smaller man’s back. Unfortunately he doesn’t get to revel in this feeling as the earth starts to spin under his feet. Feeling the panic start to rise in his chest, Dazai’s feet slow as he attempts to let the feeling of water on his face keep his mind from shutting down.

“Chuuy-”

“Just shut up. We’re almo- hey!” 

Legs giving out from under him, Dazai lets out a mild gasp, the force sending both men to the ground. Chuuya manages to recover fast, turning the fall into a roll, but Dazai doesn’t fare as well, pain shooting through his leg as the wound meets the concrete. His eyes snap shut, a wince haunting his features.

“What the fuck do you think you’re- Oh shit, Dazai… just breathe okay? We’re almost there.”

“hh’kieshh’oo-!”

“Bless you.”

Dazai wants to respond, but his voice gets lost somewhere in his throat. Everything feels a bit too far away, the fog starting to spread through his vision distorting reality. He feels the panic rise once more in his chest, eyes frantically scanning for- ‘Chuuya. Just focus on Chuuya.’

His hand reaches up, gripping Chuuya’s arm. Normally such a gesture would earn him a kick to the chest, but instead Chuuya gently picks it up, bringing it to his chest. Dazai’s eyes flutter shut again, focusing his brain on Chuuya’s heartbeat.

“eh’hePShh’iew-! tieeshh’oo-!”

“Bless you, Dazai.” 

“Th- thank you…”

Dazai notices the way the heartbeat increases when he manages to get a word out. Chuuya lifts an arm, gently brushing the soaked hair from Dazai’s face, offering a silent invitation. It’s quickly accepted, Dazai letting his head fall onto Chuuya’s chest.

“Can you keep going..? Sitting in the rain isn’t gonna be helping your-”

“hNNshh’iew-! hep’pishhew-!”  

“That.” 

“I don’t know, Chuuya might have to carry me~.”

“Bastard. Get up.”

Chuuya rolls his eyes again with a huff, but Dazai doesn’t miss the relief in his voice. Using gravity manipulation Chuuya’s able to quickly jump to his feet, Dazai slowly following suit with a similar motion. He wavers for a second, Chuuya’s arm finding its way back around him as they cross the final stretch to the car. 

“hh’nGT-! dNTX’chh-!”

“Knock it off.”

“heH’iieeshh’oo-! yishheww-!”

“Better.”  

As soon as he climbs out of the rain, Dazai feels a wave of relief wash over him, the pounding in his head slowing to a dull thud. Chuuya climbs into the driver's seat, growling something about ‘getting my car soaked’ as Dazai lets the cool window relieve some of the heat from his cheeks.

“You gotta write up the report on this for Mori, I’m not doing it just because I saved your pathetic ass.”

“Aw Chuuya~ how sweet of you to offer to do it for me!”

“Wh- I literally just sai-”

Dazai lets his eyes flutter shut once more as Chuuya’s yelling fades into the background. You wouldn’t think it’s an easy sound to fall asleep to, but for Dazai? There’s almost nothing more soothing than the reminder that Chuuya’s there.

Because no matter what, if Chuuya’s there, he’s safe.

[selkie-on-land]

It's my 29th summer. I'm autistic but I also have other disabilities like dysautonomia and hypermobile Elher Danlos Syndrom (& more but those are the ones that makes summer the worst part of the year for me). And summer is pure Mordor for me. (Maybe because I live in the South of France tho)

Anyway, I'm adding there the list of why it's unbearable for me :

💀 I'm not able to regulate my own body temperature 🌡️ thanks to the holly trinity. It's a part of all of them so I don't know if it's worse than if I had just one but still it's a hell of a thing to live !

How does it works ? Well my body is at a certain temperature and suddenly it's dropping or get higher, it feels like having hot flush but all over your body and it get to the point where I can't breathe. 🥵 I need immediate cold and to remove as much as clothes as I can. Sometimes it caused by stress, any stress is going to do this, but sometimes it happens when I'm chill, alone or even sleeping. Weirdly I tried to check my temperature when it's happened and half the time I get a fever temperature but not always. 🤷‍♀️ Not being able to regulate my b.t it's also for example not being to adjust to external temperatures/climate so I can be feeling this also in a -5°C. Usually it helps that it's cold so I run outside and let the external temperature helping my body to regulate itself. Which leads to the next point 👇

💀 Heat intolerance. If it is too warm (for you if you don't have this it's like a nice weather, warn but not too hot or hot enough) well ... I passed out. I faint. I'm unconscious. I don't know the right term or if it's all of them. And it's obviously linked to the first point. So when it happened, I or someone else needs to regulate my body and cool the temperature. Like ice pack on my body, near my ears or neck, being putt to cold water and then suddenly I arise ! 😂 But if I don't keep the cold with me... Well it's a reboot then. Also, I have inflammatory in pretty much all my body and the heat is freeing it and the cold is diminishing it or even better sometimes it make it breaks for a few times. So more heat = difficulty breathing, pain all over my body and unconscious when cold is freeing me from all that. Obviously I'm a Winter lover ❄️☃️ ahah !

I have hypersensitivity due to hEDS and autism so :

💀 It's the season of aaaall the garden and Agricuy machine which are very loud ! Chainsaws, mowers and co. (I'm living in a village)

💀 The furnace itself 🌃 at 2 a.m. it’s still 36°C 🔥

💀 The shrill cries of 🐦 days

💀 The shrill cries of the night 🐦

💀 The 🐸🦗 and other nocturnal animals that party

💀 The courtship parades of all the animals who howl to anyone who wants to know that they need to have sex and ASAP !! Every night !!

💀 The kids who come out and scream at the top of their lungs with their high-pitched voices

💀 The 🐕 who bark as soon as we pigeon flies away from 🌃 as well as from 🌞 because their humans don't take care of them poor babies (but they do it all year)

💀 The hunters who wake you up with gunshots at the end of your garden when you know we all have cats and dogs and your fear of hearing horrible news on top of waking up by terror

💀 The 🐓 which wakes up the whole neighborhood at 4-5 a.m. including the donkeys who get going afterwards

💀 The village festivals or worse, the kids' festivals, it's from 9-10 a.m. to 2-3 a.m. the music is louder than the one from the village festival 😭

💀 The 🛩️ of airfields which circle above the village all day long

💀 The main lines ✈️

💀 Military fighter planes where you have the impression that there has been a bomb

💀 The 🎇🎆

And ALL OF THIS THERE 👆 SIMULTANEOUSLY! ALL. THE. DAYS.

(except children's parties and screaming)

This is torture for my autistic brain ! Literally! Every sensory input are like a violent attack on and in my brain. It feels like for example that the chainsaw are cutting my neurons and I feel exactly which ones are hurting. It leads to an inflammatory state in my brain too. And it tooks around a month to recover from an autistic meltdown/shutdown for our brains. But for that it needs to not have any crisis at all !

SUMMER SUCKS.

Yes, I said it, and now before you come at me for being a pessimistic piece of shit, lemme speak my mind.

Summer with autism is horrible. And I am tired of pretending like it’s this wonderful utopia when in fact it’s autistic hell for me.

So as an autistic teenager with ADHD, who has experienced 16 summers so far, I am here to tell you why it’s so difficult.

(Note that every autistic person is different, this is just my personal experience)

- the heat. Personally heat is a lot more unbearable than cold is, and I get overheated very quickly. I also struggle regulating my feelings as it is, and being in constant discomfort from an irregular heartbeat and clothes sticking to my body does *not* make it any easier.

- swimming. Now, swimming in itself is not bad, in fact I quite enjoy it. It’s the stuff around it - especially on the beach. I don’t like changing clothes, and I don’t like the feeling of wet clothes or wet swimwear. I hate the feeling of sand everywhere and the salt in the water hurts my eyes. You’re also expected to sunbathe on the beach for *hours* on end because “that’s how you spend your summer”. But I don’t like it at all. Yes, a bit of warmth is always appreciated, but laying in the sun for hours on end is painful and overstimulating beyond words.

- the light. I am very sensitive to light yet sunglasses don’t do it for me because of sensory issues. Which means that every time I step outside I’m subjected to painful light for hours on end (specifically when you’re forced out by your family)

- I don’t know why the entire animal kingdom has decided that I seem like a good contestant for their midday snack but I always find bites all over my body - and you guessed it - I’m overly sensitive to pain and itching.

- vacation. This is gonna sound spoiled and ungrateful but please hear me out here. Taking a week off to force the entire family together for the eternity of the vacation is hell. I need space. I need to breathe. Constantly being surrounded by people sends me into dissociation or meltdown, I cannot handle human interaction for so long with no break. It is exhausting and I’m expected to just accept it on top of everything else. I dread it. And while I do appreciate the time taken to have a fun time with all of us, I always feel like I’m trying harder to have fun than actually having fun.

- people pitying you. I constantly find myself being dragged into stuff by family and friends because they pity me, and my way of spending the summer. For some reason it’s unthinkable to a lot of them that I can actually enjoy the summer & the holidays in my own way. I don’t need to swim, or sunbathe, or stay out for long. I’m perfectly fine just drawing and playing board games or chilling at home. Despite repeatedly telling them I don’t enjoy their way of spending the summer, people keep trying to enforce it and I don’t like it. I am perfectly fine this way. I choose it. Leave me be.

So yeah here’s a couple of reasons I am not a fan of the summer, if you’re anything like me , pls lmk, my family thinks I’m crazy

[butwhyduh]

can you write about how the bat-boys (or jason lol) would react to you getting covid/ them getting covid? i tested positive and need something to cheer me up while a rot in bed 😭

The CDC says just do you fam. If you gotta work, you gotta work🤷🏻‍♀️ quarantine on your own time bro. (Joking but the new rules for nurses are sooo stupid)

I hope you get to feeling better anon 🙏🏼

Jason: didn’t think he could get covid. He wears a helmet all the time. Plus he doesn’t really do colds and got vaccinated. But his throat started itching. And he’s being told by Alfred to stay home. He reads and sleeps so much. First thing he does out of quarantine is text ‘I lived bitch’ to the family group chat. Gets covid from his favorite hotdog stand. Will avoid you the whole time and you won’t understand until you ask if he’s sick. Jason didn’t tell you so you wouldn’t worry.

Dick: I think dick would have gotten covid early. So this is probably the second or third time. He’s vaccinated so probably more worried about actually losing his mind rather than being really sick. Will FaceTime people as much as possible. Tries to lead th titans from his bedroom until Kori gives him a look. Picks up a new hobby. Or 7. Gets covid from anyone. He knows the whole superhero community. He talks to you everyday if you aren’t quarantined together. But you probably are.

Tim: he doesn’t have a spleen so he’s vaccinated and boostered AND wears masks everywhere he goes. But he wakes up one day feeling like he was hit by a bus. Tim is over dramatic and plans his own funeral even tho he’s not seriously sick. Gets covid from Dick. Will tell you things he’s always wanted to say in case he dies. He doesn’t. But it’s nice to finally hear Tim say he loves you.

Damian: ‘no I am not Ill. I am fine.’ Meanwhile has a high fever. Will be forced into bed and quarantine. He is a weird quarantiner. He sharpens his weapons the first few days. Then starts meditating. By the time his quarantine is over, Damian has either discovered religion or can levitate with his mind. Got covid from school and will tell everyone who will listen. Damian will just straight up lie and say he’s on a mission so that you don’t think he’s weak. It’s not his smartest idea.

Bruce: ‘oh I need a nap. I’ll be fine.’ Meanwhile he’s looking 3 shades of green and swaying. Works from his bedroom. Even worse than Dick about trying to control his team remotely. Doesn’t read or start a hobby or find a religion because he literally never stops working the whole time. Gets it from Tim. Forgets to talk to you for 4 days and you worried he died somewhere. Will buy you a bunch of stuff to make up for it.

Alfred: doesn’t catch it. He has avoided every cold the Batfam catches for the past 30 years. Covid isn’t gonna catch him slipping.