#and i think itd probably just be best if i fell asleep

[the-worms-world]

sorry to be. emoposting/lh

[sickficsforthesoul]

ok but imagine: the sicke is sick (shocking!) but they have to go outside to get medicine for there stomach bug. luckily their best friend/s/o helps them get it. but yk they dk which to get, and they had the bug for nearly a week so they had to come. while walking their they felt like vomiting. luckily they had plastic bags . but they didnt close their bag properly so the bags flew out . so they dont have amy more. they just ignored it , thinking they were just so used to that feeling they were just imagining it.they continued walking ,the place they were walking was kinda busy.uh how much they hated ppl. they started to feel their vomit coming, they asked ;; h-hey (their best friend/ s/o) I dont feel to good.. I might throw up.. their s/o or best friend quickly finding a quiet place or a place with no ppl. they found 1 . helping the sickie walk their and asking if they have their bags. they said 'no. I l-lost them them' starting a coughing fit. their friend or s/o searched their bag for anything yo hold their vomit. all of a sudden they heard them throw up. some people(3) passing by saw it . and just watched. uh they hated ppl looking. their caretaker rubbing their back as they throw up. after 4 minutes of pain , the ppl watching left. the sickie stood up and just put their body weight on the caretaker. they just wanted to sleep but noo they had to get medicine. 'can we go home.t-too many ppl watching , I hate this' the caretaker laughed awkwardly. 'ik you hate this but we need to get medicine. or else you wont get better.' 'uh fine.' why dont we just take the bus there? 'are you crazy do you want me 2 vomit there??' 'theres a convince store near. we can get some plastic bags and sore throat candies. and water.' the sickie didnt answer. just hugged the caretaker arm to stop them from falling. after getting the stuff they waited for the bus. pt 1 end - ¿ ¡ ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა ! ? /🧛🏻‍♀️

while waiting they double bagged the plastic bags to prevent in from seeping thru. one the bus came. the sickie regretted going on already feeling dizzy once they sat down , they sat at the back where no1 sits (although that would make them more dizzer, but they didnt know that) after 5 minutes of the ride (there was some traffic. normally itd take 10 minutes. but since there is traffic they didnt how long they'd have to wait.) "[caretakers name]...while wet coughing.mm candy." they rushed to give the candy. it soothed their throat for 5 minutes until making them dizzy . lying down on the caretaker,while they play with their hair. they fell asleep. after 20 minutes (still in traffic) they woke up to the bus driving. they woke up and asked for water. they drank the water in small sips. they didnt vomit. the they drank it quickly before spitting it out. then coughing. they nearly threw up. swallowing it . asking while coughing for the 'bag'. they grabbed it and held on it and tried getting it out bc they were very nauseous. they couldn't. until the bus continued moving. they're grip to it was very weak. the bus suddenly moving made their stomach growl. and letting of their bag to hold on their stomach. the care taker asked "what's wrong ???? you let go... r u gonna ..." "no. stop.u will make me.stop.talking abt it"(they hated vomit so much thinking abt it makes them gag) the sickie was shaking. they messed up dropping the bag and it flew away. they caretaker getting their jacket just incase yk they vomit. after the bus stops again. a couple and a 2 ppl (4 alltogether)decided to sit in the back. their stomach hurts so much... they started crying. the bus started moving more . 2 more stops till their stop. they gagged. letting go of their hand on their face. "I'm gonna-" the caretaker getting the jacket and hugging the sickie to cover them . they threw up on the caretaker. the couple moved away in disgust whilst the 2 other ppl stayed. just on their phone. "ppl r looking...." "I want to leave.. " "''dont worry , no1 is looking'' the care taker grabbed their bag looking for a (idk the word but it's like a towel but not , you stick it on some1 face and it cools them down) they place it on the sickie. they sickie just dry heaving at this point. they said "sorry.." it's ok. - ¿ ¡ ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა ! ? / 🧛🏻‍♀️ , which haikyuu character do you think this is? also very bad prompt :). again,not a request.

I think the word you want is cold compress? As for the sickie of this situation, I'm thinking Kageyama and the Seijoh Four (Oikawa, Iwaizumi, Kumini, and Kindaichi, btw) would be fun with Kageyama as the sickie. Maybe Kageyama got sick suddenly while hanging out with them, and they reluctantly take care of him because they agreed to lunch, not nursing Kageyama back to health. Then you get the reluctant caretaking trope in there too, which is great in situations like this.

Adding the Seijoh Four also means that you can have different types of caretakers all in one scenario. For example, Kindaichi is a terrible caretaker. He panics and makes things worse instead of better. On the other hand, Iwaizumi is a great caretaker from caring for Oikawa whenever he does something stupid. Oikawa and Kunimi are somewhere in the middle. I think they'll just try to stay calm and do whatever Iwaizumi tells them too for the most part. Oikawa probably does more because Kunimi also has to calm Kindaichi down too.

And then we have Kageyama, who's super embarrassed that the others have to take care of him. Kageyama hates telling his team when he's sick, so having people from another team caring for him is mortifying for him. On top of being embarrassed, Kageyama is also really sick, and his guilt and embarrassment make him feel so much worse than he normally would. Put this all together, and you basically have the formula for one of my favorite sickfic styles. What do you guys think? Do you agree with me?

[callboxkat]

Merry (part 3)

Author’s note: I finally have wifi, so I get to post the last part of this! I hope you guys like it.

Warnings: talk of poor family relationships, food mention

Word count: 1451

“Ready to go?” Patton asked brightly. He was standing on the doorstep of Logan’s apartment, wearing his favorite pale blue sweater and a hat with cat ears. Logan, standing before him, nodded.

“Certainly. Would you mind helping me carry out my bags?” he asked as he pulled on his own plain black coat.

“Not at all!”

Patton and Logan carried out the luggage together, loading it into Patton’s car.  This would be the second Christmas that Logan spent with his friend. When Patton had found out the year before that Logan wasn’t going to spend the holiday with his own family, he had invited him on the spot. Logan had been reluctant, but after Patton called his mom and made sure she was okay with it, he had relented.

Logan and his parents didn’t talk. He hadn’t even seen them since he’d left home at eighteen, and he had no plans to see them any time soon.

Patton’s family was much closer-knit. They actually liked being around each other, and they didn’t only get together for holidays out of a sense of obligation. The love they had for each other was clear to see. Logan couldn’t relate.

At first, partially due to his unfamiliarity with most of the family, he had felt rather out of place. Patton’s parents clearly hadn’t known how to act around him, especially since his presence wasn’t anticipated. They had also seemed a little off-put: Logan knew his mannerisms were a little odd, but he couldn’t help it. That was just how he was. Patton’s parents had soon figured this out, though, and things had gone well from there on. And Patton had been so overjoyed to have him there.

Logan had never really properly celebrated Christmas before, at least not in the way that many other families did. In the few days leading up to that Christmas, he and Patton’s family had partaken in a number of activities that Logan previously had thought only happened in sappy movies. They made Christmas cookies, put ornaments on the tree, watched Christmas movies, and even made a snowman in the yard. Logan remembered how Patton had started giggling uncontrollably when he put a business-like necktie on one of the gingerbread men they had decorated.

Logan had paused, the forgotten icing pipet still held aloft, and looked at his friend. “Did I do something incorrectly?”

“No—no no no,” Patton had giggled. “He’s perfect.”

“Oh,” he had said with a relieved smile.

“He looks just about ready to go to the gingerbread prom,” Patton’s mother had joked. “Why don’t you give him a suit jacket to go with the tie?”

Logan smiled at the memory, hefting his heavier suitcase into the car beside the lighter one that Patton had already deposited there. He removed the backpack from around his shoulders and added that as well. Even with Patton’s suitcases and the collection of stuffed animals his friend was bringing home, there was plenty of room remaining.

“I have one more thing to fetch if that is unobjectionable to you.”

“Sure, buddy,” Patton said. “I’ll start the car. Go ahead and make sure you’ve got everything while you’re inside.”

“Thank you.” Logan turned on his heel and walked back inside. He grabbed his phone off the desk, did a once over of the entire apartment, then grabbed a large box and headed back outside.

Patton turned around in his seat as he loaded it in the back of the car, trying to get a look. “Oh, what’s that?”

“I… um…” Logan rubbed the back of his neck, looking into the open box. “I can’t help but feel indebted for your and your family’s kindness, both this holiday season and the last. So I purchased a few offerings to indicate my gratitude for that, as well as for your friendship.”

“You got us Christmas presents?!” Logan could hear the joy and surprise in Patton’s voice.

“Yes,” he confirmed, before shutting the trunk and joining Patton in the front seat, bringing a couple of books with him. It was nearly an eight-hour drive to Patton’s parents’ house, so he’d brought several novels in addition to his textbooks.

“That’s so sweet of you!” Patton beamed.

They were on the road. It was three-thirty in the afternoon, but by Logan’s calculations, it would likely be midnight before they arrived, accounting for breaks. Logan read for a while, bearing with Patton’s chattering at the same time. He had purposefully chosen books that he had read before for this precise reason. Occasionally he would chime in, nod, do something to indicate that he was paying attention. After a while, he got absorbed in his book, and Patton had turned on the radio, probably well aware that it wouldn’t disturb Logan when he was really immersed.

…

“Hey, Logan? Lo?”

Logan opened his eyes and blinked slowly. It had gotten too dark to read pretty early in the drive, so he’d put away the books. He hadn’t meant to actually fall asleep, though.

“Hm? Yes, I’m awake,” he responded, rubbing at his eye and sitting up straighter.

“Did you want to get dinner soon?”

Logan turned on his phone, the light illuminating the car. It was nearly seven at night. A decent hour to dine, as well as a fair time to switch drivers.

“Sure. Is there an exit coming up?”

“Yep. I was thinking we could just grab something and get back on the road.”

“That sounds acceptable,” he agreed, turning the phone off again. He rested his chin on his hand, looking out the window as they continued down the road.

They arrived at the gas station about ten minutes later. Patton agreed to refill the car while Logan picked out food. Patton had said he didn’t mind what Logan got him so long as itd took his vegetarianism into account, and of course, included a cookie.

Logan returned to the car with the bag of their food. Patton was just finishing up paying for the gasoline.

“Hi!” he chirped when he saw Logan.

“Hello,” he replied. “I got you a ‘veggie hummus wrap’—no carrots—and a double-chocolate-chip cookie.”

“That’s perfect. Thank you.”

“Would you care to switch drivers? I can take over for the time being. I really only need you to navigate for the final hour or so.”

“If you don’t mind, sure,” Patton agreed.

The rest of the drive was rather uneventful. Patton dozed for most of the time Logan was at the wheel, so to him the time must have passed rather quickly. During the final hour, Patton insisted that they put on a radio station playing somewhat obnoxious Christmas music. It didn’t take long before Patton roped him into singing along, despite his perhaps slightly fallacious claims that he ‘did not like to sing’.

They pulled into the driveway of Patton’s house at 11:57 precisely. Patton assured Logan that they could unpack the car after they greeted his parents, who were bound to still be awake despite the hour.

Logan hovered behind his friend on the doorstep as he knocked on the door, right in the middle of the thick, green-and-red wreath that hung there. The entryway light flicked on, and then the door swung open. The smell of peppermint and the excited barking of Patton’s beloved golden retriever greeted them. Logan watched the cheerful reunion between Patton and his parents while the dog did her best to jump in the middle. He smiled at the sight, but then he was pulled into an unexpected hug.

Patton’s mom was hugging him.

Logan wasn’t sure what to do, so he just stood there until she let go. She didn’t seem offended by his lack of reciprocity, just smiling at him through a curtain of ginger curls.

“We’re so glad to have you both here for Christmas,” she said. “I’ll help you get your things inside.”

They had been delighted when they saw his box of gifts, and Patton’s father had admitted that they got him a present, too, having assumed that he would be joining them.

Twenty minutes and a quick cup of hot chocolate later, Logan was lying on the Foster family’s couch, looking up at the ceiling. The Christmas lights, which he had insisted could remain on, cast a kaleidoscope of colors above him.

Logan wasn’t home, this was still true. He didn’t really have a home, outside of his apartment at school. He hadn’t seen his parents in years. But he was here, with Patton, and he wouldn’t rather spend the holidays anywhere else.

Logan pulled the heavy fleece blanket up to his shoulders, turning onto his side. He fell asleep with a smile on his face.

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[rqs902]

Yet another tag game

Thanks @jiu-jiemei​ for tagging me!! :)

Last

Drink: almond milk

Phone call: my mom

Text message: my friend whose birthday is today!

Song you listened to: I Don’t Wanna Fight Tonight - MR-X

Time you cried: I don’t remember... hahaha that’s a good thing, right? 

Ever

Dated someone twice: no..? (as in broke up and started dating again?)

Kissed someone and regretted it: kinda... it didn’t end up working out

Been cheated on: i dont think so LOL

Lost someone special: yes

Been depressed: I don’t think so, but I wonder sometimes if I just didn’t acknowledge it

Gotten drunk and threw up: nope

Fave Colors

Pastels - purple, pink, green, blue

the color of the sky on a sunny day

In the last year, have you…

Made new friends: of course

Fallen out of love: no

Laughed until you cried: i dont cry when i laugh hard, but i just sound like im choking LOL

Found out someone was talking about you: i don’t believe so

Met someone who changed you: yes

Found out who your friends are: yes, the ones who watch movies with you randomly even when you’re living miles away and the ones who come together for important life events

Kissed someone on your FaceBook friends list: yes 

General

How many FaceBook friends do you know irl? all of them

Do you have any pets? nope

Do you want to change your name? not really

What did you do for your last bday? i was volunteering at a summer camp

What time did you wake up today? 7:45am

What were you doing at midnight last night? fell asleep LOL

What is something you can’t wait for? to go home

What are you listening to right now? uhh i just finished watching this week’s guten guten banana!!! and Tangram’s “Radiant” was playing through the whole thing :’) 

Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? yeah, classmates

Something that gets on your nerves: ignorance, arrogance (i agree, emma!) 

Most visited website: youtube, facebook, tumblr, weibo (lol thanks ip)

Hair color: dark brown

Hair long or short: medium-long

Do you have a crush on someone? nope

What do you like about yourself? my self-awareness

Want any piercings? nope

Blood type: O

Nicknames: annie

Relationship status: single

Zodiac: gemini

Pronouns: she/her

Fave TV shows: currently im watching guten guten banana, Idol Hits (the actual music show and the ip boys’ commentary show), Fantasy Restaurant, and I’m excited for Perfect Restaurant to start!! 

Tattoos: nope

Dominant hand: right

Ever had surgery: uhh I’ve gotten stitches for injuries before

Piercings: none

Sports: none 

Vacations: i want to go to seattle lol

Trainers: what? (LOL SAME EMMA)

More General

Eating: i had dumplings today (heheh fcc) 

Drinking: i had a blueberry, banana, pineapple and strawberry smoothie! would recommend! (with yogurt) 

I’m about to watch: uhhh i may start regularly watching the Super Nova Games show to support the ip and mrzz boys, and I’m also considering watching The Next Top Bang bc @tanqram​‘s been telling me about it! 

Waiting: to meet a nice boy 

Want: a new phone 

Get married: maybe one day, but id need a boyfriend first LOL

Career: making a difference in people’s lives

Which is better

Hugs or kisses: hugs!!

Lips or eyes: eyes

Shorter or taller: taller

Older or younger: probably older

Nice stomach or stomach: lol what

Hookup or relationship: relationship 

Troublemaker or hesitant: a healthy mix of both (i agree emma!) 

Have you ever…

Kissed a stranger: no

Drank hard liquor: nope

Lost glasses: nope

Turned someone down: yeaa

Sex on the first date: nope

Broken someone’s heart: yeaa.....

Had your heart broken: yes, but I wasn’t devastated

Been arrested: no

Cried when someone died: yes

Fallen for a friend: yep

Do you believe in…

Yourself: sometimes

Miracles: occasionally

Love at first sight: it may be possible

Santa Claus: no

Kiss on a first date: yes

Angels: maybe

Other

Best friend’s name: on this site, itd be Nini :)) 

Eye color: brown

Favorite movie: zootopia or big hero 6

Favorite actor/actress: Constance Wu

[archer3-13]

I general I gotta say that well my overexaggerated praise of revali was semi hyperbolic, so far him and the rito village/vah medoah section have been the only part of the game to really knock it out of the park so to speak. tarba may not have as much in the way of actual development in terms of the modern champions as... giant baby goron man but yubano [i think thats his name] annoys me more from a visual design perspective and just doesnt hit quite the right notes for me. still, in terms of modern champions it still sits as yubano > sidon so... thats a plus?

anyway, tarba just feels more relaxing and compelling to engage with, and his divine beast infiltration section is the best in the game so far in being not confined to a stupid on rails section i practically fell asleep for nor an underwhelming stealth section that undersells the size of the divine beast. just paraglide around medoah, shoot some turrets well tarba is a total bro and distracts them. admittedly itd probably be worse if i hadnt focused on raising my stamina earlier on, but hey its a somewhat undercooked segment in general. still the best one of its kind in the game.

[aileen-dunbroch]

TOO DRUNK TO DREAM → BRAILEEN

TAGGING → Aileen Dunbroch & Bryce MacGuffin (@brycemacguffin)

TIMELINE → Tuesday, October 31, 2017

SETTING → Halloween Party

SUMMARY → TFW your roommate’s been slipping you narcotics for over a month and you have no idea you shouldn’t be drinking...

Aileen knew it was still early in the night, but she was already well drunker than she'd planned on being for Halloween. Whoever was mixing drinks at this house party really needed some training from the bartenders at Le Pub or something, because they'd gotten her completely sloshed without her even tasting a thing. She smoothed down the skirt of her Velma costume, her eyes blinking as she tried to regain focus on the room around her, and finally she spotted a familiar face - Bryce MacGuffin, who she'd known for as long as she could remember. She bumped her way through the crowd until she got to her friend, throwing her arm around him drunkenly and slurring, "Hiiiiii! You're out so late, who knew you were so fun?" Aileen leaned against him for support, sure that the room was going to start spinning any second and hoping that he wasn't here with anybody who was going to be mad at his brand new arm-accessory.

Bryce loved Halloween. Not only were the costumes always fun to look at, but you always had a few people try to convince you that ghosts were real and boy was that fun to shoot down. Dressed as the Grim Reaper - complete with the medicine mask that he'd let hang around his neck as he got to a party and started drinking - he made his way through the crowd, looking for Archie or Aileen or someone. He smiled gratefully when he saw one of his favorite triplets, but his smile faded slightly when he heard her. "You sound like my dad," he joked, though his dad's hard-to-understand dialect was more endearing than drunk-girl speech. "The night is young and you're already so sloshed, who would've thunk it? What'd you do, chug a bottle?" He put an arm around her as she leaned on him, wondering if this was when he should try giving her coffee.

Aileen furrowed her brows together... or she tried to, anyway; her face felt fuzzy, too, and she wasn't sure that the motion came across as she'd intended for it to. It was stranger, though; usually Aileen was much better at gauging her alcohol intake for this, it was strange to be so out of it so quickly. She'd been so tired lately, too, though, with or without the alcohol, and she found that same feeling of exhaustion creeping up on her, too, mingling with the confusion and the haziness of the night. Later, she'd probably decide this was her worst Halloween of all time, but right now all she could focus on was moving her lips and her tongue in conjunction to actually fumble out a reply to Bryce. "No, I didn't -- I didn't even drink that much," Aileen protested meekly, resting her head on his shoulder as she scooted closer to him, glad that he was strong enough to keep them both upright. "Mmmh, you're comfy, I could take a nap right here and then rally," she giggled feebly.

Bryce let his mind get cynical and skeptical all the time for fun, but when it came to his friends from the clans, it was hard to imagine anything bad happening to them. He knew, realistically, that Aileen was a bartender and knew her liquor - he knew even more realistically from hanging out with her that she could out-drink him with her hands behind her back. She had to be wrong about how much she'd drank, because this was Aileen, and this was Walt - people didn't go around putting weird stuff in other people's drinks here like they did in the episodes of Law and Order he loved so much. "How much is 'that much'?" he asked, almost with a laugh before shaking his head. "No, come on, we're going to get you some coffee. And then you're going to sober up a little and get me on your level." He led her to the kitchen in this house, but leading her there was harder than he'd expected - it felt like holding a tall doll in his arms, and he found a clear seat at a table and helped her into it. "Wait there, and keep talking to me," he suggested, looking around for something to make coffee with.

Aileen nodded, although the motions that she intended to be a quick agreement felt sluggish, like her head was in a vat of jello that she was trying to shake it up and down through. "Like... two? Three? I remember..." She blinked, wishing she could rub her eyes to try and see straight, but if she let go of Bryce she might just sink down to the floor and take a nap right there, and that didn't seem like a very good idea, people had probably spilled beer or even puked all over it in the past. "I took one shot for me, one for Elly, and... and not one for the other one," she slurred, not even being able to recall her own third triplet. Her legs felt stupidly heavy as Bryce led her away from the noise of the party, and as soon as she sat down, she slumped. It wasn't as warm or secure as clinging to her friend had been, but it would do. "Why are there two of you? I always knew you wanted to be more like us," she joked weakly as she finally rubbed her eyes, trying to clear away the double vision that had just kicked in. It was hard to open them again once she was done, though, so Aileen rested her elbows on the table and her head in her palms instead, listening to the far-away sound of Bryce making coffee for as long as she could.

Bryce snorted at the triple shots for the triplets. Granted, he thought it was adorable - he'd always been a fan of the Dunbroch sisters, all three of them - but he doubted he'd ever get drunk enough to forget their names and they weren't even his sisters. "Was it three shots of everclear or something? Dang," he muttered, more to himself than to Aileen as he got her situated and tried to help out. Coffee helped him when he was drunk, at least, and whether it was a placebo or not he wasn't sure. He found a coffee maker and got to work, snorting again at the two-of-you comment before thinking that that was really weird. A really high level of drunk. And Aileen wasn't even watching him anymore, covering her eyes. "I'd have five of me. It'd be great, you'd be so outnumbered," he joked, hurrying over while the pot warmed up. "Are you still awake, Ails?" He wasn't totally sure what to do when a friend was this drunk. "Do you want to go home, maybe? Take a nap and rally? It's early, there'll still be party when you're done, but if the coffee doesn't perk you up, I don't think you're really in the partying state, lassie."

Aileen loved Halloween and hated to admit defeat, but she had always prided herself on knowing her own limits and on this night she'd somehow barreled right past them into a total state of incoherence. She whined, no real words coming out, unable to quite process everything Bryce had just said to her at all -- but she had made out the word home, that much she knew for sure. "Home," she nodded miserably, the smell of the coffee he'd so kindly made making her stomach swoop dangerously, like it wanted to eject everything that was inside of it. "Just... five minute nap here, then I'll walk," she murmured, not sure if Bryce could make out the words uttered between the palms her chin was resting on. It was the best she could do, though; everything else seemed too difficult, like it was asking too much of her in this state, and she let her elbows slip downwards as her head softly thudded against the table, her brand new pillow, instead.

Bryce kept a hand on her shoulder, leaning close to try to hear her over the party. She nodded, and that was probably a good sign - he knew Aileen, he knew she knew above all how to take care of people, including herself. He couldn't quite here what she'd muttered, but her head fell softly towards the table and he felt his heart stop in his chest for a second. Did she really just fall asleep right there on the table? She must have been more far gone than he'd thought. "Ails? Aileen?" he asked nervously, his joking demeanor that was so easy to keep with her slipping away as he shook her and got no response. He couldn't just leave her there. Looking around, he took a deep sigh before realizing what he'd have to do. Bracing himself, he pulled her chair out and held her, eventually cradling her in his arms, glad both that he'd inherited some of his father's strength and also that Aileen was quite thin. He took a breath before fighting his way out of the party, his oldest friend in his arms. Home. He had to get her home.

Aileen was slipping in and out of dreams -- or maybe the jogging and jarring motions were part of reality, and the blackness was where the dreams should have been. She really didn't know; she didn't know much of anything, except that someone was saving her from herself. Tomorrow, she'd kick herself for getting so drunk. Tomorrow she might even wonder if someone had slipped her something to get her this way, because the fact that she felt completely drowsy, like she didn't want to imagine having to wake up again, was so not a familiar sensation to her. Right now, though, she didn't wonder anything except maybe when she'd stop being jostled around and could just fall deeper and deeper into the slumber that had ruined Halloween night.

Bryce looked at his childhiid friend and could only assume she was knocked out. It was something to behold and something to worry about a little, too, but then again he worried about most things. Getting her home at least had been easier than he hoped, though getting her in bed was no easy feat. It was worth it when he'd managed to tuck her in and her face looked more peaceful than it had. If she was going to be passed out for Halloween, at least itd be in the safety of her own home. The urge to sing an old Scottish lullabye was strong but he ignored it, choosing instead to make himself at home in a nearby seat. "If you need anything, I'm right here," he promised, though he wasn't sure if she'd heard him. He hoped she had. He hoped she knew he was there even though her eyes seemed close and even though she must be the most woozy person on the planet right now - he hoped she knew she wasn't alone.

Bryce looked at his childhiid friend and could only assume she was knocked out. It was something to behold and something to worry about a little, too, but then again he worried about most things. Getting her home at least had been easier than he hoped, though getting her in bed was no easy feat. It was worth it when he'd managed to tuck her in and her face looked more peaceful than it had. If she was going to be passed out for Halloween, at least itd be in the safety of her own home. The urge to sing an old Scottish lullabye was strong but he ignored it, choosing instead to make himself at home in a nearby seat. "If you need anything, I'm right here," he promised, though he wasn't sure if she'd heard him. He hoped she had. He hoped she knew he was there even though her eyes seemed close and even though she must be the most woozy person on the planet right now - he hoped she knew she wasn't alone.

Aileen was never the deepest of sleepers, but once Bryce had tucked her into her bed, she was out like a light. More and more lately she'd been conking out early and sleeping all through the night, but usually when she was drunk like this she woke up to get water, to go to the bathroom, to vomit... to do anything. On Halloween, though, she didn't know how long it was before her eyes finally blinked open again, and when they did they were bleary and heavy, like she could sleep for another twelve hours if she just let her eyes blink shut again. They managed to catch sight of Bryce, in the dim lamplight beside her bed, asleep in a chair he'd pulled up to her side, and as her heavy lids slid closed again, she reached out her hand to squeeze his, to let him know she was okay, and maybe to thank him for taking care of her while she was such a mess like this... and her hand stayed there intertwined with his for God knows how long, as she slipped back into the heavy slumber that had overtaken her however many hours before.

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here's a prompt ?(or whateverits called): not a request ! also  ، ¿ ¡ ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა ! ?·＊·  anon or 🧛🏻‍♀️ anon(emoji form) .  : the sickie hates today so much. they had to go to school bc it was a important practice match they had to be in. but they got a stomach bug yay! good 4 them !! they woke up feeling like shit , they knew they were sick. they wanted to stay in bed . praying to any god that they weren't gonna be sick. they fell asleep again saying just to rest for a few more minutes (well it ended up being 30 minutes ) now they only had 30 minutes to get to school, they knew they actually had to wake up. running out of bed to get there clothes and change as fast as they could (they dont shower in the morning and they were to lazy to brush their teeth) rushing out of bed that fast made them all dizzy . great . now they're stomach hurts. yep they were gonna vomit. they knew they couldn't make it to the bathroom . so they found a place that could store it , they rushed finding something in their room . they searched their desk. feeling the vomit rising up. shutting their mouth bc they dont want their desk getting vomit on it. it was so strong it went in their nose. they couldnt hold it in anymore. throwing up in their desk  wetting all the papers. homeworks . they were gonna get in trouble at school. they had no hw anymore . well they were gonna be late to practice if they cleaned it up.so they ignored it. gagging at the smell of it. they finally finished their daily routine . they skipped breakfast (just like most of the times). they grabbed a mask and went to school . playing games on their phone to distract themselves.  sadly that didnt work . they got all dizzy , they put their phone. feeling too dizzy they nearly tripped . they countied waking to school. remembering they only had 5 minutes left they had to continue walking faster. they started running. while running they were thinking abt how they got sick. :: I prob  got sick from some1 in my class. yeah. they threw up in the classroom and they sat near me. they were probably coughing alot.. ew.. :: they arrived at school. going into the volleyball ball gym changing room. no1 was there . they were probably practicing.  suddenly they felt their stomach growl. it hurts so much. why today they ask. they wrapped their arms around them and it hurts so bad. when it kinda stop they had the courage to change into their volleyball club uniform and go to the gym. while walking there they started coughing.having a coughing fit made every1 look at them . they hated that . they really dont like  being the center of attention.  some1 from their team asked "hey you ok?" they just said yeah. the coach said to run 4 laps around the gym. uh how much they hated running. they only did 1 and a half.(END PT 1) they couldn't handle 4 laps. while some1 was running they saw them hiding (so no1 can see them slacking off) they asked "um?? what's wrong ? ud probably get in trouble if coach finds out.  I'm already on my 3rd lap . ig in  3 mins its over. r u just gonna stay here? and also if u act like this it the match . you'll get in big trouble. they just said "ok". when the coach said ok! they went back in the gym and prepared the net. they started a sneezing fit which caught som1 to give them tissue. they eventually stopped . they're nose is so stuffy they can barely breathe.  they really want 1 more tissue but they don't have any , they ended up using their arm as a tissue. well atleast only 1 person saw. every1 was practicing.  it was gonna end it 10 mins . they're shocked how they went so far. when they setted the ball they suddenly felt they're stomach grumble. they cant just suddenly go to the bathroom.  they had to wait. uh they started feeling nauseous and they silently stared gagging.  then came the wet coughs , they could feel the vomit loudly.  end . pt1

(contin.) they had to fake spike? idk . they didnt have the power to do so. obviously they looked like they were faking it. they're team lost, they honestly didnt care . then some1 hit then on their back saying to,work hard. some vomit came up . they swallowed it . they thought it tasted so bad. they started coughing really loudly.  every1 was looking (they had to rush to the bathroom but since every1 was looking they didn't want to make a scene so they didnt ) they waited till every1 wrnt to they changing room /club room.  finally every1 besides 1 person who was a benched player went to the toilet . oh no. they cant wait that there was vomit coming up they wanted to wait for at least 2 mins , but they couldn't only 36 seconds.  they started to vomit .  in their hands . dripping on the gyms floor. they couldn't make it into a stall so they threw up in the bathroom floor. threw up already half of what they had. they heard the doors unlocking from the bathroom (it was the benched player) they rushed into a stall so he couldn't see them  . they walked out and saw vomit.  they didnt care , they walked out like nothing happened. they were still vomiting , they didn't have enough strength to propt themselves up to puke inside the toilet,  they just ended  up throwing up on the floor . they thought they were done after dry heaving for 2 minutes.  getting up to go to the changing room to change into their uniform.  they didnt tie their tie properly but they dont care. going into their classroom late. like 10 minutes late. they got scolded for wearing their tie wrong and being late.also not bringing hw. yay good for them this class they didnt do anything. so they just fell asleep /WITH THEIR MASK ON!// pt2done

while waiting they double bagged the plastic bags to prevent in from seeping thru. one the bus came. the sickie regretted going on already feeling dizzy once they sat down , they sat at the back where no1 sits (although that would make them more dizzer, but they didnt know that) after 5 minutes of the ride (there was some traffic. normally itd take 10 minutes. but since there is traffic they didnt how long they'd have to wait.) "[caretakers name]...while wet coughing.mm candy." they rushed to give the candy. it soothed their throat for 5 minutes until making them dizzy . lying down on the caretaker,while they play with their hair. they fell asleep. after 20 minutes (still in traffic) they woke up to the bus driving. they woke up and asked for water. they drank the water in small sips. they didnt vomit. the they drank it quickly before spitting it out. then coughing. they nearly threw up. swallowing it . asking while coughing for the 'bag'. they grabbed it and held on it and tried getting it out bc they were very nauseous. they couldn't. until the bus continued moving. they're grip to it was very weak. the bus suddenly moving made their stomach growl. and letting of their bag to hold on their stomach. the care taker asked "what's wrong ???? you let go... r u gonna ..." "no. stop.u will make me.stop.talking abt it"(they hated vomit so much thinking abt it makes them gag) the sickie was shaking. they messed up dropping the bag and it flew away. they caretaker getting their jacket just incase yk they vomit. after the bus stops again. a couple and a 2 ppl (4 alltogether)decided to sit in the back. their stomach hurts so much... they started crying. the bus started moving more . 2 more stops till their stop. they gagged. letting go of their hand on their face. "I'm gonna-" the caretaker getting the jacket and hugging the sickie to cover them . they threw up on the caretaker. the couple moved away in disgust whilst the 2 other ppl stayed. just on their phone. "ppl r looking...." "I want to leave.. " "''dont worry , no1 is looking'' the care taker grabbed their bag looking for a (idk the word but it's like a towel but not , you stick it on some1 face and it cools them down) they place it on the sickie. they sickie just dry heaving at this point. they said "sorry.." it's ok. - ¿ ¡ ૮₍ 𖦹 ˕ ×` ₎ა ! ? / 🧛🏻‍♀️ , which haikyuu character do you think this is? also very bad prompt :). again,not a request.

This sounds a lot like Kunimi to me, but I'm also getting Kita, Ennoshita, and Jin (Soekawa) from this. Maybe Yamaguchi too.

For Kunimi, his primary caretaker is the sweet but helpless Kindaichi. Kindaichi really means well, but he's terrible at taking care of sick people, so he just makes everything worse for Kunimi in the end. The rest of Seijoh ends up helping eventually, but it's just Kindaichi for a while, and he does not handle that well. Kunimi basically takes care of himself while Kindaichi stands in a corner muttering apologies. After this incident, Kindaichi resolves to be a better caretaker and starts doing research and taking first aid classes later on.

Kita's primary caretaker is Aran. He's much more competent than Kindaichi and takes good care of Kita for as long as the captain needs it. There isn't much to say after the incident because Aran handles everything so well.

Ennoshita is stuck with the other benched 2nd years (Kinoshita and Narita). They're okay caregivers but nothing special. Ennoshita is the most nurturing of their trio, and with him out of commission, Kinoshita and Narita do their best to help their friend. Ennoshita still has to do some things for himself, but Kinoshita and Narita can at least know the basics of taking care of someone, so Ennoshita still has it better than Kunimi.

Jin gets two caretakers too because why not. His caretakers are Reon and Semi. Both are very experienced with taking care of others and are the unofficial team parents, so Jin has it very good. He recovers pretty quickly thanks to the excellent care he receives from Semi and Reon.

Yamaguchi's primary caretaker is obviously Tsukishima. Daichi and Suga try to help too, but Yamaguchi gets panicked by anyone who isn't Tsuki, so Tsuki has to deal with basically everything. Tsuki also ends up calling Akiteru for help because he's just so out of his depth caring for another person. Akiteru, on the other hand, took care of Tsuki for years and is a wonderful caregiver. Yamaguchi recovers well with the comforting presence of his best friend and the lovely caretaking of Akiteru.