#because of my illness and being sick all the time

[fl3shm4id3n]

Can u do a Thanos fanfic with a pregnant reader where it’s unplanned 🫣

ᴜɴᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛᴇᴅ ꜱᴜʀᴘʀɪꜱᴇ

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰𝐬.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ᴛʜᴀɴᴏꜱ (ᴄʜᴏɪ ꜱᴇᴜɴɢ-ʜʏᴜɴ) x ꜰᴇᴍ! ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

Tw: Talks about sex, unexpected pregnancy, talks about termination, talks about a vasectomy, a bit of angst, Thanos alcoholic father mentioned, fluff and comfort towards the end.

A/N: Hope ya'll like it.

Masterlist

For some time now, you had been feeling ill. You'd wake up in the morning sick, even smells made you feel nauseous. One time, when Thanos had put on his cologne you felt sick and ran to the bathroom to empty your stomach. Not only that, but you had passed out once too. That worried Thanos. He told you that same day to make a doctor's appointment to see what was up. So, you did. You made an appointment that same day and went. You had some tests ran and you were told that your results will be emailed to you the next days.

That morning, you had woken up and did your regular routine. While Thanos was still sleeping, he had stayed up late working on a song. Instead of waking him up, you let him sleep a bit more. While you were in the bathroom, doing your skincare. You heard your phone ding a notification. You picked it up and turned it on to see what was up. It was your test results. You were glad that you got your results early in the morning. You pressed on the email and processed to read it carefully.

You felt punch in the gut when you saw that in your results it said that you were pregnant. Pregnant, you felt dizzy. You sat down on the toilet seat and just stared at your phone. Repeatedly reading the word 'Pregnant'. In all honesty, you never thought about having children. It never crossed your mind, sure some of your friends already began having their kids and all, but you never really thought about being a mother. But wait, what about Thanos? You knew he never talked about having kids either. His relationship with his father wasn't the best. He'd always avoid the topic about parents and all that. How would he feel about you being pregnant.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't notice him enter the bathroom. "Hey babe!" Thanos said, very happy to see you, but when he saw that look on your face. He knew something was wrong. He frowned, then walked over to you. Crutching down to look at you. "What's wrong?" He asked, then look at your phone in your hand. "Is it bad?" He asked, now worried about your test results. You didn't say anything, then you handed him the phone, in which he took and processed to read the email.

When his eyes widen as he read, you knew he saw it too. "You're... pregnant?" He asked, almost afraid to say it. "I don't know what went wrong, I was on the pill or... or maybe I mistook it for the other pills." You tried to explain, but you talked fast, almost in a panic. "Deep breathes babe, deep breathes." He said, while he gently caressed your shoulders. Once you had calmed down, you sighed. It was quiet, neither one of you had an idea on what to say. The silence felt forever. Until Thanos finally asked. "How... do you feel?" He asked, while looking at you, but your gaze was elsewhere. Looking down at your lap.

"I don't know honestly. I've never really thought about kids ya know. Maybe once, but I didn't really think about starting a family or having kids. I never crossed my mind like that." You confessed, Thanos sighed, while thinking of something to say. Until he spoke. "Me either, to be honest. The thought of me being a father, terrified me. Because you know. My old man was a crazy son of a bitch." He said, but processed to continue. "Yeah, fucking psycho. Thinking he had a bug in his head or some shit like that." He added, you listened carefully while looking at him. "I made a vow, that I'd never be a dad. Because I thought that I would end up like him and I wouldn't want my kids to see me in such way like I saw him." He explained, he sounded sad, worried.

"But you're not, you're better than him." You encouraged him, while running your fingers through his messy purple hair. "I just, don't know what to do. I don't know if I'm ready to be a mother. I-" You paused, while sighing. Thanos noticed the worried look on your face, then decided to pull you into a hug. You hugged him back, leaning your head against his shoulder. "No one is ready for anything babe." He said as he tried to comfort you. "Whatever decision you decide to make, I'll support you. If anything, I'll go get a vasectomy just in case." He said as he continued to hug you. "What if, I choose to terminate? Or give the baby up for adoption? Or what if I keep it?" You asked, almost worried about how he would react to those many options.

"If that's what you want. That's fine, I'll be there with you during the process. Nothing is more important than you babe. " He said, affectionately. That made you feel better, you buried your face onto his shoulder, than gave you a kiss on the forehead. "It'll be okay. Take the time that you need to think about it." He said, as he continued to hold you. That made you feel calm, you were glad that he was understanding. Sure, they'd be times where he seemed like he doesn't care about anything but himself and acted like the unhinged gremlin that he was, but behind the scenes. He is very caring and a loving person.

[siwolism]

i was just going to ignore this because like a good three quarters of it is yap from someone who clearly doesn’t know me but yk what im sick and i have nothing better to do with my time

You spearheaded a conversation posting misinformation about Black American soldiers and tried to make a ham fisted correlation on how 'every American regardless of race is deeply evil' and are agents of imperialism.

black american soldiers are agents of imperialism. i don’t know what you a referring to when you say “misinformation” if you are referring to the fact that i said african american soldiers committed war crimes then that’s not misinformation that’s just a truth. yes every american regardless of race is evil.

Youre taking the comments of some random ni—s on tiktok about fried chicken as fact (it's not) and using that as 'proof' on how Black Americans (also how tf is this harassment) are on par with whites when it comes to privilege granted by imperialism.

point to me as to where i said that african americans are granted all of and the exact same privileges as white americans. if you can’t see the fact that having people who’s military still has 73 bases in your country and who has 25,000+ of their own soldiers stationed in your country talk about the fact that african american soldiers brought some of their culture over to korea while actively involved in genociding us as a positive little history funfact might make some koreans uncomfortable you must be severely lacking in empathy for anyone beyond yourself.

And it is especially hypocritical coming from , you, a South Korean. You are still part of the first world as well! South Korea is not a third world country!

yes, i know this, which is why throughout my post i never just say the global south i say “the global south and over america’s many neo colonies” & “global southerners and people from the “east”” learn to read pls & thank you. also fuck off. im only a south korean citizen because as a child the sanctions your country put on mine (earth to chilewithcarnage… i was born in hamhung) were so severe that having the type of cancer that runs in my paternal family was a death sentence. it was a death sentence for my uncle and for my grandad and for my own father. i am a south korean citizen because my scared widowed mother snuck us across a border illegally in the middle of the night. i am a south korean citizen because i am genetically predisposed to the cancer that kills 90% of its carriers in under 5 years and south korea has one of the world’s highest cancer survival rates. i am a south korean citizen because when i was a child south korean authorities took out a lighter and burnt my passport in front of me. i am only a south korean citizen because your country made it had to be so. also im moving to china in august my stint in the first world has been very short. unlimited genocide upon the first world

so you should be fine with me regarding you as an agent of imperialism as well?

go ahead. im taxed 6%. that goes to the south korean military and the wider military industrial complex.

You're talking about the global South in reference to Korea, do you think I'm stupid or something?

im not. which is pretty clear if you can read. if im ever referring to “korea” as being in the global south it will be because im talking about the dprk. but when im talking about the dprk ill usually just say the dprk. or north korea. and yes i do

Will you also acknowledge that Korea is taking part in the modern colonisation of Africa and that there are many Korean tech companies that are benefiting from the genocide in Congo?

yep. south korea is a genocidal neo colony of the united states and follows in the footsteps of its overlord. i think ive made my position on south korea pretty clear

Do you wanna talk about the fact when Korean women did have babies with those Black GIs they would dump them in orphanages or abandon them outside to die?

me when i blame the colonised instead of the coloniser. also do you think that the women giving up these children are in loving relationships with these african usamerican soldiers. or do you think these women are prostitutes who are too poor for children (hint: that’s why they are prostituting themselves) or flings who can’t afford to have the children of an absentee father because nobody in south korea can afford to have children. that’s why we had one of the lowest birthrates in the world for like. ages. and if you are talking about directly after the post war period then like. 1 in 10 koreans died. i also would not want my coloniser’s child. also do you know about comfort women and what was essentially sex slavery during the war? i don’t think many of the children were the result of consensual sex.

Do you wanna talk about the large amount of Korean men that are engaging in the sex trafficking of east/west African, South Asian and Pacific Islander girls and women? Do you wanna talk about that?

yes. made a whole post about it. spot-the-antisemitism called me racist north korean bot and misandrist against south korean men for it. i also made more but unfortunately they are lost to the void, this blog is only a couple weeks old. but i will continue to make more because south korean men are a plague on the earth. as i said in that post, “unconditional support to any seasian or pacific islander woman who saw a south korean man and immediately killed him.”

Do you wanna acknowledge the antiblackness and colorism that has existed in your country long before the Korean war?

yes. this doesn’t excuse committing genocide against us. also im part korean part chinese my skin is brown do you think i’ve never encountered colourism? obviously elements of anti blackness existed before the korean war east asians can be an incredibly racist population. also just after making my original post i made a post partially explaining race dynamics in south korea where i literally said one of the groups targeted by us military personnel is often african south koreans because they are some of the most discarded and least cared about people in this country and therefore us soldiers can get away with basically doing anything to them with no recourse. a lot of you seem to be implying that i think that anti-blackness after the korean war would be justified, which just no??

Do you wanna talk about the fact the Republic of Korea army also fought in the Iraq war & the war in Afghanistan?

yep. ive done that in the past and ill probably talk about it again. ive also said on this blog verbatim: “the south korean military is a us proxy force and every past and former member should be killed” btw i would think this even if they weren’t a proxy force solely because of their involvement in many a imperialist war and their many many many war crimes. i pray every south korean soldier gets severe ptsd and kills themselves.

Do you wanna talk about how the billion dollar Kpop industry culturally appropriates and steals Black music and aesthetics and almost never credits and properly compensates the Black American producers that make a lot of y'alls tracks?

yeah i mean ive never personally talked about it because it’s not something im super educated on and i think it’s been talked to death by people more informed on african usamerican culture then i am but like i can. i agree

Do you wanna talk about the way African immigrants & half black people are treated in your country?

yes, done that, will continue to do that

as for your last point, i do agree it was out of line. do know i refer to like. all usamericans like this and it wasn’t intentionally malicious. it was late, i was typing quickly. i didn’t think it through. not my best moment.

a small collection of posts ive made so you know that i didn’t just change view on the rok for this post

and this post from my old blog that you’ll just have to trust me bro about it being me

goodnight. 미제와 대한민국족속들을 무자비하게 짓뭉개버리자

[gaysindistress]

Basically everyone at work has the flu and I’m starting to feel like death has finally sunken its talons into me so enjoy my illness induced headcanons for datv. I’ve also only played 30 hrs so these could and will be wildly inaccurate but I simply don’t care 😙💕

How datv companions would react to you being sick

Lucanis is sitting by your bedside at all times. We all know he refuses to sleep and you being sick is the perfect reason to stay up! He needs to make sure your fever is breaking or can get you anything should you wake up in the middle of the night. He’s making you immune boosting soups and there’s always a cup of hot tea waiting for you when you awake.

Darvin has figured out how to train Assan to find you whatever herbs you need. You need a special mushroom only grown in the depths of the forest where there’s been a recent fire? Darvin and Assan are on it. He’s also going to be the one to who says they’re going to sit with you at night but fall asleep in their chair while Assan is curled up beside you in bed.

Harding is using all of her outdoorsy knowledge to figure out what is going to help you the most. My money is on her being the one who knows exactly what herbs you need and sending Darvin out.

Taash. Sweet baby Taash is refusing to let you move a muscle. They’re carrying you to and from the bath, from your room to the kitchen; anywhere you go, you’re in their arms. They will also act annoyed if you give them puppy dog eyes and ask them to cuddle you because they’re warm. They’ll huff and roll their eyes as they gently push you over and plop down beside you.

Neve is the best detective there is which means she knows exactly what you’re sick with and how to treat it. She probably even knew before you did and was slipping you immune boosting teas or some shit. You’re the light of her life and she will not have you taken out by the damn flu.

Bellara is frantic. She’s the one who needs to sit down and talk to you because she’s worked herself into a frenzy. She’s partially convinced you’re dying while also believing that there’s no way because you’re you and you’re so strong and… you get the picture. She’s going to be one who breaks into tears when you start coughing really hard or when you grab her hand to get her to just sit down as she paces the room.

Emmrich is admittedly not well versed in the alignments of the living but he has Manfred! His dear undead assistant is at your beck and call all hours of the day while your necromancer is reading to you. He’ll have the others do what they do best while he does what he does best; soothe your soul. He’ll read to you for hours on end and when the books have run out (quite an unimaginable horror I might add), he’ll simply talk to you about whatever you desire.

[finaidestinationz]

thinking about the parallels between misha and jane doe

both of them are implied to have not particularly been liked—with misha being called “the angriest boy in town”(WHEN HE HAS EVERY REASON TO BE ANGRY WHEN THE WORLD HAS WRONGED HIM SO MUCH) and judged to oblivion by literally everyone and with jane nobody even bothering to try and identify her, and just passing her off as “some other choir kid or kid from st. cassian’s who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time”

they’re both filled with very very strong motivations—for misha, it’s doing what’s most important to him and coming back not only to meet his lover, but to die on his own soil and find some semblance of peace. meanwhile, jane also wants to come back to life for something pretty big, which is to just REMEMBER and have any sort of life like a kid should have. like all of the students did have, except for her. both of their stories are insanely tragic

plus both of their songs change in tone when they get angry. talia changes to rap when misha realizes that he probably will never see natalia again (WHICH I COULD GO ON AND ON ABOUT HOW ILL I AM THAT HE STILL JUST ACCEPTS IT LIKE HE KNOWS HE WONT BE VOTED FOR WHY DOES NO ONE TALJ ABOUT THIS) and jane’s changes from the organ to fairground music when she shows some sort of emotion for essentially the first time in the entire musical. and it’s ANGER. because she has every fucking right to be angry when she comes to the realization that no one cared. both of them died knowing few would care, and jane doesn’t even remember the one who DOES care (going off legoland canon here it’s ezra)

jane is the haunting soprano and misha is the powerful bass. opposite ends of the musical spectrum too

idk they make me sick to my stomach i think they should be best friends

[ghuoab]

chef!simon and mafia daughter!reader

summary: the mafia’s daughter had been locked away all her life for protection. but was it to keep her safe from rival families, or from men?

note: its so early in the morning and I want to die but ill write out my thoughts

her father was head of one of the biggest mafia families in the U.S. his schedule would always be all over the place. some times he would be home for a week, and outside for a few weeks. she never knew when he would exactly come home. not that it mattered to him.

his daughter understood his job. she knew she had a lot on his plate, and she always glorified him even as a little girl for being so courageous and strong. when she got older, however, she began to call him out on his wrongdoings. turning into a perfect, obedient daughter, to a stubborn and rebellious daughter. the time taken from their relationship as father and daughter slowly tore them apart all of these years.

his daughter rarely went out. it was almost as a form of neglect, almost abuse on his part— you know, not letting his daughter out. she had college for a few hours, but she was always escorted right home. studies took up her time; dreams and hopes of her future slowly began to flicker every time she saw her father enter and leave the house without any word. not talking to people also got to her.

she was always watched, being the mafia’s daughter. college made her normal, and she yearned for it. but every time class ended, and the professor wrapped up, the dread of her simple yet exhausting life weighed on her shoulders.

today was just another day of the same old stuff. she had woken up extra early today to study for midterms, nervous about the day ahead. unfortunately, she got lost in her head, and she couldn’t focus, and—

she was sure she flunked. again. she was sure the professor was sick of her.

arriving home, she came in a fit of frustration and disappointment in herself. all of that studying, and discipline, years of hard work, and days worth of notes was all wasted.

she came home with a bad attitude, and the family’s mansion was empty. again. her mother— god knows where she went. again. her father as well. they were so selfishly cooped up in their lives, they forget they have a daughter waiting ag home for them. hoping they are safe. and okay.

after the exam, she decided to take the day for herself. she needed the day to relax, and to get her head back into that headspace for when she had to write another essay to her professor to, hopefully, take the exam again.

the first step she failed to take was breakfast.

she reluctantly came out of her room, her sour expression slowly faded, and she accepted her own fate for her grades. she looked at her private chef, asking him, simon, to make her some eggs and oatmeal. he gave her a nod, and clared his throat, turning around to prepare her food

they hadn’t ever talked before. she hadn’t thought about it. she had just known his name, and he was there ever since she turned eighteen. he’s made her plenty birthday cakes since then, although they were always the same. she never was picky with his food in particular.

he was tall. she watched as he made his way around the kitchen, preparing her food, watching as his hat nearly hit the light for the third time since he’s walked in. he was silent, too. maybe it was because he was shy, or because he was focused. she didn’t know. but he was also presice, and swift with the way he cooked. it was almost like watching a pianist play the piano, or watching a artist paint. he was skilled at his job, due to experience.

that was the first day she really noticed him in that light. there were many people helping around in her home, but simon was always the one who stuck out to her the most.

then she slowly began to watch him more. at first, it was mere curiosity. she was always locked away in her home, like a princess; ironic, but it was true. she hadn’t seen a boy she’d like at all, and none of them were exactly her type. she never understood it, either. every other girl had no problem getting anyone they wanted, when they wanted it. maybe practice made perfect with those types of people.

she slowly began to open up more to him, too. light talks in the early mornings, catching him leaving after dinner was served and prepared, talking to him out on the porch in hopes to get him to stay. then it was light intimacy. light feathered touches, lingering eye contact in front of people. in private, it was something different.

the more they opened up, the more they connected. she learned more about him every day, and who he was as a person. why he is the way he is. why he has that damn mask every day inside.

she found comfort in him. christ’s sake— she had just started getting to know him. maybe some attraction. that was fair, though. he was big, and muscular, and fit… and a well toned body. that was just getting started.

she slowly began to sneak out with him more. it turned into talks on the porch late at night, to talks at his car. then talks in his car. the hours rolled by as the two talked their hearts out, and he always listened when she laid her worries out for him to hear.

the talks in his car slowly turned to small kisses on the backs of each others hands. then intimate kisses.

in just a few months, the other workers around the house had speculated they had something going on. their rumors and whispers were correct, but who could blame them? it was amusing to hear, and watch, and they got paid for it.

of course they started to have sex. it was almost obvious, and the maids always noticed how simon left with a wrinkled shirt, or he seemed rushed out of the home late at night.

maybe all she needed was a man. a older man: not any young, illiterate college boys, but a real man. one who listens to you, and learns. a man that cares enough to think about you when hes alone.

christmas rolled around fast. her father never came. her mother did, but only on christmas to complain and to scold her.

then new years rolled around. for the first time in years, she decided to sneak out with simon. to his own home. to their own privacy.

the two fucked. till the sun went down, and when it came back up. they barely got any hours of sleep in before simon had to go to work, and she had to go to class.

stepping into class with crusty cookie monster pajamas and a hoodie was not ideal at all. she looked like a mess, and no one even looked. or batted an eye. when the exam papers slowly got passed around; she sat in her usual spot. she wasn’t happy to see herself fail, but she had already accepted it. imagine her surprise when she, not only passed, but got 94% on her packet of exam papers, scribbled chicken scratch from nervous hands.

[astracora]

Hi! Idk if u take writing/drabble requests but I'm chronically ill and have wondered how the LaDS boys would treat a chronically ill MC. Thank u for reading!

Hey! I've never taken writing requests (primarily cause I have no idea if I could do them justice or offer what people are after). As a chronically ill person myself, and as someone who writes their main mc as chronically ill, I'm a little bias, in that I personally think the boys would treat their partner with understanding, love and affection regardless of who that person is or what they're dealing with!

For basic pov overviews though! (All chronic illnesses represent differently! I'm working mostly off personal experience without being TOO specific.)

- Zayne is probably the most initially knowledgeable about the nature of chronic illness. He'll have seen plenty of people struggling and managing their own around his job. He's also shown to research topics that are important to him. There's very little doubt in my mind that the man would pull up every medical document and every study done, working late into the night in his free time to make sure he has a specific understanding for what you'd be going through.

- He's also probably the one who pushes more to make sure things get done. Medical appointments, any medication that's required. He's harsher on things that can harm you, cause a flare-up or increase the strain on your body. He cares and he worries, and he just wants to help alleviate what he can.

- It can be frustrating and overwhelming, he's not perfect, no one can be when it comes to offering support, especially for things that have no cure. If you explain to him how it makes you feel, he walks back and tries to find alternatives. Softens his approach somewhat. He's a logical man so he'll always jump to trying to give a solution, but he cares so deeply, if you say you just need an ear. He'll be there.

- Raffy is interesting because his reactions to his lemurian biology make my brain go 'oh he probably gets it' but instinctually. That sometimes things hurt more, sometimes days are just harder, sometimes it takes more energy and willpower to exist than expected. Thinking about his recent card especially, and the way his health dipped in and out. The way it was obvious he's weaker and gets sick without moisture or water. It's a different reasoning, but he understands to some degree.

- He's the king of creative solutions and the one most likely to focus on trying to inject joy and laughter into your life. He's also a man who doesn't care about money, canonically this boy is the 'what does it cost 10 dollars'. So whatever you might need, he's bought before you've even thought about it. (Even if he does tend to buy those really useless trend items that absolutely don't help with your condition and they're just a scam... so so many out there.) He may not have the best ways to help, but he'll never ever treat you differently. Love in his eyes, a masterpiece in his heart. Raffy will absolutely never stop wanting to paint you no matter what.

- His words can be harsh, he might say something that hurts without meaning too, a joke that doesn't land, or a tone that itches more than you'd like. Somedays you aren't bothered, somedays it hurts. He'll always give a heartfelt apology, and adjust the way he acts so it doesn't happen again. I can imagine him making a mood tracker, how are you feeling today? Move the smilie face if you know.

- Xavier is the one who sits you down and wants to talk about it most. Not because he won't do his own research, he's happy to, but he needs to know how you feel above all else. He needs to know how to support you, especially out in the field. He's your combat and mission partner. He's also incredibly observant. He'll notice when a flare up starts. He'll notice if your mood is dropping. He'll notice when you're starting to feel like you're drowning. He's also nearby, at all times. He checks in on you constantly. Through messages or just dropping in. (He promises the food he brings is takeout and not a remnant of a burned down kitchen.)

- Do you want someone to keep you company at night so it's less lonely? Do you want him to stay around and help ease aches and pains. He and Zayne especially know good massage techniques. Xavier because fighting can destroy your body without good upkeep. He'll go out and grab things for you. He'll assist you happily. He totally didn't buy more cleaning robots so you can worry less about the stuff around your house when you can barely leave your bed.

- He's wary on the battlefield, probably initially treating you like glass. It's because he worries and he cares. He doesn't want anything to happen to you. Sometimes that bothers you though. You live with this, you have for years, and you know how to live with it. He's protective by nature, but he also trusts you to tell him when you've hit your limit. While he's always ready to step in, it has to be by absolutely necessity or your permission.

- Sylus is a researcher too, but unlike Zayne, he has no basis to work off. As evidenced by his stories and texts, however, he will learn ANY skill in order to help the MC, or make his own life easier to control. This is no different, I think the only difference would be, his first instinct is not to go to medical documents and studies. He goes to people. Finds leading experts, no matter the cost, learns from others with conditions similar or as close to yours as he can. He wants to be able to have a proper conversation with you about your chronic illness, so feels like he has to have a good basis of understanding before he starts. He wants to be able to ask important questions, to piece together context. To sit you down and give you OPTIONS. Because sometimes it's really hard to know what you need, and sometimes someone telling you what they can offer is better to give you somewhere to start.

- He's also another 'throw money at it' kind of person, but he will buy you the kind of equipment to help that hospitals use. This man buys top range shit, that he KNOWS will have some effect on lessoning your strain or alleviating some degree of pain. Is there a tool the doctor suggested that you think could help? He bought it yesterday, he got five, he doesn't want to leave them in his other bases incase something happens but he's willing to have Luke and Kieran bring them to you wherever you are. Will set up grocery shop orders for you, doesn't care how much it is, does it make your life easier? Alright, it's done. While admittedly he leans a lot on money to help, it's the best way he knows to help.

- Probably struggles initially with his job, with the stress of his general life, his degree of injuries and how stress and strain can directly impact a chronic illness. It probably causes him to pull away a little bit. He cares a lot, and because of that he worries he'll be a hindrance more than a help. Would be the type of person to try to help from afar, forgetting how deeply important it is to have a support system that's available and physical to help. While he'll try to keep the worst away from you (I don't want to give you anymore nightmares of me), he'll listen and stop pulling away when he realises that him being there means everything. So becomes far more physically present as well, though the amount of money he wants to spend on you probably does not go down.

Fundamentally though, the boys are all people who even with their flaws, would listen and learn and attempt to be as supportive as they possibly can be. Days are hard, and life can be tough, and chronic illness is exhausting to combat. It could never make them love you any less, they're in to the long haul. They just might occasionally need a little nudge to really understand what you want from them.

Every last one would understand things like cancellations because of bad days or mood swings and low moods, would be willing to do your grocery shops, would go to doctors appointments with you, assist with physical therapy if needed, so this is less about how they'd treat you, and more the methods they go about it.

I hope that was kind of what you were after! 💖

[brdtds]

some jakviks i drew for my dear friend tam as a christmas gift

[xxplastic-cubexx]

[right to left]

finally finished This Wip from Ever ago and so now i ask you ever look into another dudes eyes and suddenly want to do whatever he wants

[zours025]

I am not finishing this because im fucking lazy so take this now too okay!!!

Alts and the like under here + One amputee iggy stump (???) warning IDK1!!!11!

[daftpatience]

one thing I have learned about being poor is that you cannot for a moment stop thinking about it

[puppppppppy]

man

[miadeardn]

so i read the darkness outside us

[chibishortdeath]

Recent doodles cause I was sick so obviously I had to give that to the vampire hunter man. The transfer was mostly successful btw, the headaches are less frequent d(^^)

Text and other ranting ⬇️

This one has no text. It’s just Simon waking up a little feverish— I was going to draw him getting out of bed and other longer character interaction comic stuff, but I uh was also having the head pain at the time 💀💀💀. Maybe someday later.

Simon is in like a robe or housecoat and saying “I-I’m all alright” and there’s a bit in parentheses under him that says “says guy who is clearly ill”. Then there’s a littler doodle of him doing the unsteady walk you do when you’re sick sometimes in his pjs—

The text is as follows: (Christopher) “oh my god— Simon, go lay down you are burning up.” (Simon) “immokayy” (Christopher) “you are swaying on your feet please—”. I think Simon would probably deny that he was anything less than in perfect health even when visibly not 💀. Or do the thing of “I’ve had worse” or “I can handle it” and like no, sir, what you’ve missed here is that part of handling it is rest, go lay down!!! Also Christopher is here because I just wanna see all the Belmonts getting to be a family and have significantly less responsibilities to deal with. Good lord do these guys need just a fun slice of life everyone is alive and well and we threw them into modern times AU holy shit… And also Christopher is Mr. Dad Guy Belmont, he’s definitely the guy out of all of them to be harping on someone to take care of themselves. Idk I feel like he gets extra dad vibes having been the guy allowed to be a dad on screen lol. Although I could see most of them doing this for someone though, so Simon has to go through like a whole maybe 5 other dudes insisting that he go rest and following him to make sure he’s alright. That whole denial thing is not going to work 💀. I’m thinking maybe I should draw that huh, ok another one on the ever growing list—

[huellitaa]

ur not better than me for being a bitch btw

[b1mbodoll]

i Hate being sick

[feyriejane]

yall don't know platonic yearning like I do 😤