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bluehoodiewoozi · 13 days ago

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Cherry-flavoured

girl dad & husband (in that specific order)!Choi Seungcheol x wife!Reader

Genre: fluff, sickfic

Word Count: 1,400

Warnings: the flu; Seungcheol is down bad for his two girls; reader despises cherry-flavoured medicine

[Domestic AU] When both of his girls fall sick at the same time, Seungcheol is more than happy to take care of them both - no matter how difficult they are.

The kettle had barely finished when Seungcheol heard your voice calling out, “Can I get my tea yet?”

“You don’t even like tea that much,” he scoffed under his breath, careful not to be heard, before responding louder, “Just a moment, honey!”

He waited for a response and it soon came. A sniffling sound. A sneeze. But even then your pout was practically audible in your reply: “I don’t like honey.”

He sighed. The hot steam of the water was making his nose runny even now, a whole three days after his recovery from the flu. Still he carried on, adding spoonfuls of honey into two cups of tea. With the utmost care, he picked out the best looking cookies from the box (one Mingyu had so kindly brought over after hearing of your family’s predicament) and added them to the tray, right beside a small box of flu medicine.

To the sound of sniffles, coughing and whines of suffering, he steadily picked up the tray and began his journey upstairs. The ticklish feel of the cat scurrying past his ankles almost threw him off his balance. Just as he regained it, another fluffy creature practically flew past him – Kkuma stopped on the top step to look back at him, judging him for his slowness – but soon he reached the top of the stairs with a sigh of relief.

The relief was temporary though because the moment he reached the 2nd floor, he was bombarded with complaints.

“What’s taking you so long, dad?” sounded from the bedroom to the right. It was followed by shuffling, a soft greeting for the cat, and more whining. “You promised to fix my TV!”

He took a moment to wonder when his little girl had started calling him ‘dad’. It sounded so formal and affectionless compared to the nicknames she’d given him in the past.

But it was clear where his journey would take him next. Cautiously, he made his way to Minah’s bedroom. The door got stuck before he could fit himself through. He resisted the urge to forcefully rest his head against the doorframe.

“Minah, princess, I told you I’d fix your TV after you clean your room,” he pointed out as he tried to shove the door further open without much success. It was harder to do this with no free hands and even he wasn’t bold enough to try to balance the tray with only one hand. “Where do you even walk?”

“I climb the walls like spiderman.”

His brows furrowed: that sounded an awful lot like talking back! Seungcheol wasn’t entirely sure whether she was just loopy from the fever or if it was time to stop letting the members babysit his daughter.

“Well, what’s daddy supposed to do?” he asked once he finally managed to break into the room. The tray remained mostly dry and he considered that a win. “I can’t climb the walls.”

There was a glint of mischief in his daughter’s eyes. “I’ll clean the room if you fix my TV.”

That was it, Seungcheol decided. He was done having children. If a few days ago he had wondered how to bring up the idea of having a second child with you, the desire now swiftly left as he realised his fate: endless circular arguments that would somehow always end with him folding around his little girl’s finger.

He placed a cup of steaming tea and half the cookies on her bedside table. When she inevitably reached to take one (for she was only a girl; one with a sweet tooth), he let out a warning noise and handed her a spoonful of cough syrup. “Medicine first, candy second.”

His eight-year-old daughter offered him a look that called him dumb in five languages. The white cat in her lap seemed to match her sentiment. “Cookies aren’t candy, dad.”

“They’re chocolate-chip,” he retorted, already feeling his eyes widening with annoyance, “and chocolate is candy.”

“No, chocolate is chocolate,” she corrected him with a giggle that was soon interrupted by a coughing fit.

Seungcheol felt himself soften at the sight. His free hand reaching out to brush her hair out of her face as she blew her nose, he patiently waited with the spoon still in his hand. Once she looked at him again, eyes red-rimmed and filled with exhaustion, he offered her a gentle smile. “Your medicine, princess?”

Her hand reached upwards towards the spoon. She hesitated. “Do I have to?”

“Do you want to get better?” he countered, raising a brow.

She groaned and looked up to her ceiling covered in plastic glow-in-the-dark stars. Clearly he hadn’t realised how difficult of a question that was to answer. “But then I’ll have to go back to school.”

“Don’t you want to see your friends?”

Once again he was on the receiving end of that look she had perfected – the one that called him old and dumb and boring. “I chat with them all the time.”

It was time to bring out the big guns – the one thing (a person, really) he hated to speak of but always seemed to get her to do what was needed. He squeezed his eyes shut as he braced himself to say the words: “If you get better, you can see Yongho again.”

The spoon was out of his grasp and in Minah’s mouth before he could open his eyes again. Defeated, he sighed and handed her a cookie in return for the newly empty spoon.

“Will you fix my TV now?” she then had the audacity to ask.

And Seungcheol couldn’t even say no.

He nodded and left the room with the tray in his hands, calling over his shoulder, “I’ll get mom her medicine first and then I’ll fix your TV.”

She cheered and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Seungcheol?” he then heard your voice call. “How long does it take to make tea?”

He entered the room with a chuckle. “There’s only one of me, you know? And someone has to take care of the little one as well.”

“The little one,” you snorted at the nickname. “Honey, she’s eight. She has a boyfriend. You need to come up with a new nickname soon.”

“God, don’t even remind me about the boyfriend,” he groaned as he placed the tray down. “It should be illegal to date before the age of 30.”

Amused, you raised an eyebrow.

“For her anyway,” he added with a pout. “And she’ll always be my little one.”

“Even when Yongho asks her to prom?” you teased, sitting up just as he made himself comfortable sitting on the bed. “Even on her wedding day?”

He stared at you. Then his eyes narrowed. “You’re just saying things to annoy me, aren’t you?”

“You’re the one that took your sweet time making my tea.” You reached for the cup. “My throat is so scratchy. I hate being sick.”

Golden opportunity. “If you don’t want to be sick, you should take some medicine.”

He couldn’t help but laugh at the venomous glare you sent his way.

“I think I would rather just succumb to the flu,” you told him and he was sure you meant it.

But he had vowed to stay with you through sickness and health, and then he had sworn to your mother that he wouldn’t let you be sick when he could help it – really, he had a duty to fulfill here. “You’re setting a bad example for Minah, you know?”

“She’s not even in the same room–”

“MINAH, YOUR MOM’S NOT TAKING HER MEDICINE!” he bellowed right then and there, confident that he would receive a response that would force you to accept your fate.

Seconds later, a loud – slightly wheezing – yell sounded from the other bedroom, “MOM, YOU CAN’T DO THAT!”

You grimaced under his self-satisfied stare. “Fine, but it better not be the cherry-flavoured one.”

He put extra effort into hiding the label from you as he poured a spoonful of the syrup and handed it to you. “Drink up.”

You did as told. Then glared at him with viciousness he rarely had the pleasure of seeing. “You just had to get the cherry-flavoured syrup, didn’t you? Traitor.”

“I love you too!” He offered an apologetic smile in return, placed a soft kiss to your cheek, and made a swift exit.

Suddenly fixing Minah’s TV didn’t sound so tedious after all.

Note: I wrote this when my bestie @haoboutyou was sick and then she proceeded to begged me "150 times" to share this with y'all, so here we are, I guess. I hope this brought a bit of joy into someone's day! <3

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gingerbloof · 1 year ago

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cough syrup (astarion x sick gn!tav)

contents: fluff, sick, stubborn tav, astarion being sweet, mentions of hunting, mentions of other companions (Shadowheart), medicine, kissing, sexual innuendo authors note: hii all, i'm still down with covid, unfortunately, but i hope this self indulgent fic will suffice for now! thank you all for the love on my past fics. i really apprecaite you all. please enjoy! word count: 1,726

You woke in the middle of the night, sweat trickling down your forehead despite your shivering. Gods, you were freezing…

The moon was full and big in the sky, and even the soft rays of moonlight made your head throb. You groan softly and sit up. As soon as you did, a horrendous sounding cough escaped your chest.

Oh, Gods… Please don’t be sick…

You swallowed thickly, your throat stinging in pain and parched. You slowly get up, careful not to wake anyone and make your way down by the river to get some water. You stumble a bit, your head pounding and your ears full. You knelt down by the bank and cupped your hands in the water. The coolness of it made you shiver even more. You brought your hands to your lips and drank down the water, your throat stinging in reply. Another ghastly cough left you, filling the silent night. You tried to muffle it as much as you could so you didn’t wake anyone.

Your head throbbed even more with each cough, every movement proving exhausting. You tried to stand, but your legs wobbled and you tipped over. Before your bottom could hit the dirt, a swift pair of arms caught you. A soft, familiar chuckle was heard from behind you, but you were too delirious to realize who it was, but as soon as a honeyed, yet snarky voice met your ears, you instantly knew who it was.

“Clumsy this evening, are we, my dear?”

“Astarion…” You hoarsely greeted him.

There was no doubt in anyone’s mind that you two cared for each other. Astarion had even admitted it a couple weeks ago, though neither of you really knew what this was. Regardless, he had been a sweet and careful partner thus far, and you admired him more and more for that as each day passed.

He helped to shift you back onto your feet. You wobbled a bit as you regained your balance, trying your best to hide your illness. You cleared your throat nasally as you looked at him.

“I’m sorry, love. Did I wake you?” You asked, trying to keep your voice as still and well sounding as possible. “No, no,” He said, licking some blood off the back of his hand that you had barely noticed. “I just got back from hunting. Your neck is safe for tonight, my dear,” He gave you a playful wink. You chuckled softly, another cough escaping you. You tried to cut it short, but you struggled as you went into a short coughing fit. His face grew with worry as he stepped closer to you, rubbing your back gently.

“Goodness, my sweet… You sound positively dreadful,” He said, a tone of worry replacing his usual honeyed voice. “Are you ill?” He asked. You shook your head, your coughs residing for now. “N-No,” You struggled to speak, phlegm coating the back of your throat. “Just a sore throat is all.”

A chuckle left the pale elf’s lips, shaking his head. “My love, I can hear the way your lungs are struggling right now. This is no sore throat,” He stood in front of you and placed the back of his hand on your forehead, humming softly. “As I suspected. You’ve a fever… You poor thing,” He cooed, trying to place a gentle kiss on your dry lips. You pursed your lips and turned your head away. “Mm-nm, Astarion. I don’t want to get you sick…”

He let out a soft laugh. “Darling, may I remind you… I’m a vampire,” He smirked. “I don’t fall ill unless I haven’t fed. Now, come. You are going back to bed,” He kissed your lips successfully this time, and swiftly lifted you into his arms bridal style. You let out a soft sound of surprise and instinctively wrapped your arms around his neck.

Before you knew it you were laying back down, but not in your own bedroll. In Astarion’s. He spoke a gentle “Won’t be moment, dear,” Before he hurried off to gather some extra blankets. He came back a few moments later and wrapped you up snugly in them. He obviously loved coddling you like this, because you saw a faint smile on his face as you cooed in content at the warmness of the blankets.

He tucked some loose strands of hair behind your ear and placed a soft peck on your forehead. “Sleep, now, love. I’ll go and see if our healing friends can do anything about this come morning.” You nodded slowly, feeling the everloving embrace of not only your partner, but sleep overcome you.

You woke a few hours later in yet another coughing fit. You sat up so you could catch your breath and notice Astarion is no longer with you. You looked over to the flaps of the tent and they were tightly closed. The sun had risen and the very few rays of light that came into the tent practically blinded you as you slowly opened your eyes.

You heard the sounds of Astarion’s and Shadowheart’s voices just outside the tent, slightly bickering.

“What sort of cleric are you if you can’t heal them?” You heard Astarion scoff. You could practically picture the way he was standing; arms crossed, a slight pout on his face and very defensive. Shadowheart sighed hopelessly. “As much as I would like to heal Tav, whatever has infected them will not heal simply with magic…” She said reluctantly. “It’s not fatal, if that’s what you’re worried about. Unfortunately, however, they will have to face this the old fashioned way; by simply resting and natural remedies.” Astarion sighed, defeated. “Alright… Well, thank you for trying. Now, shoo. Or you’ll be ill next,” He said.

You heard Shadowheart’s footsteps walk away before the flaps of the tent slowly, carefully opened. As he shut them tightly, another coughing fit took over you. You were positively drenched with sweat and your entire body ached. You felt like death.

Astarion quickly turned to you and cupped your face in his cool hands, his face deep with worry. “Oh, my poor little love…” He cooed. He shifted beside you and rubbed your back as you kept coughing. Tears formed in your eyes as you struggled to take in a breath, every attempt causing you to cough even harder.

Astarion frantically searched his tent for anything to help soothe the cough, even if it was temporary. He quickly grabbed a bottle of simple cough syrup that Shadowheart had given him and poured you a cap full. He handed it to you as your coughing fit slowly started to stop. You waved your head in dismissal, shaking your head. “No, love…” You said, each word scratching and gnawing at your throat. “I’m fine.” You insisted. Astarion huffed, not budging and shoving the cap toward you again.

“Right, and I adore Gale,” He said sarcastically. This made you roll your eyes. You looked at him and he wore a stern, yet pleading expression. “Take the medicine, my love.” He said, holding the cap in front of you.

Your nose curled up in disgust as you eyed the thick red liquid. Ever since you were a child you hated medicine. Your mother had to practically hold you down and force you to take it because you hated it so much. You grumbled and shook your head at him.

He sighed, and raised a hand in defense. “Alright, if you’re so sure…” He begrudgingly gave in, taking the cap away from you. You smirk in success, a lighthearted “Hmph” leaving your lips. He smirked at you and shook his head. “Even sick, you are the cheekiest little pup, aren’t you?” He purred. You flushed through your already reddened face and looked away meekly.

A moment passed, then his cold fingers took your chin and led your head back to face him. He smiled warmly and leaned in to you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You smiled into the kiss. He briefly swiped his tongue across your bottom lip, asking for access to your mouth. When you complied and parted your lips, you suddenly tasted a disgusting fluid entering your mouth.

Cough syrup…

He kept his lips firmly against yours, forcing you to swallow. You shoved him away weakly, your face scrunching up in disgust once again. You stuck your tongue out in disgust. “Blech!!”

That sneaky bastard…

“Ughh, Astarion!” You groaned, the sickly sweet fluid coating your throat, already starting to alleviate some pain. He laughed successfully and hard, falling over onto his side, clutching his stomach. You pouted at him as he laughed. “That wasn’t funny…” You whined, crossing your arms.

He sighed happily, wiping a tear of joy from his eye. He sat up and kissed your nose sweetly. “Oh, my dear, you are too easy!” He scooted so he was next to you and propped up on his elbow on his side, giving you a devilish smirk.

You rolled your eyes and couldn’t help but chuckle. “You asshole,” You said, curling up under your covers again. He giggled and shrugged. “I mean, it was either that, or I could’ve put it on my-” You gasped and quickly sat up, hushing him. “Astarion!” You said, shocked at the audacity of him. He laughed once again, laying you back down.

“You would’ve taken it then, wouldn’t you?” He asked, his smirk growing. You shook your head and scoffed, allowing him to lay you back down. “Shut up,” You said, nuzzling your face into his chest. He chuckled and kissed the crown of your head, wrapping his arms snugly around you.

You both stayed there for the rest of the day while your other companions went out to travel. You slept most of the day, although you were interrupted by a couple of coughing fits, thankfully not as bad now that you had taken something. All throughout the day, whether you were sleeping or not, Astarion would check in on you and check to see if your fever had broken, which it did after a few hours. He brought a damp rag to place on your forehead and would read to you while you would drift back to sleep.

He was the sweetest, most compassionate lover you had ever had… As long as you had him to take care of you, maybe being sick wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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vernons-girl · 1 year ago

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Since wonwoo is talkative when hes sick, maybe a little fluffy fluff about sick whiny pouty wonwoo wants his business woman gf to take care of him and put all of her attention on him would be good in this winter vibe

love and tissues | jeon wonwoo

fluff,w.c:0.4k

Wonwoo was often quiet, but that rarely meant that something was wrong, on the contrary, Wonwoo had the odd habit of being the complete opposite when he was sick.

Wonwoo had caught a nasty cold, leaving him feeling sick, whiny, and incredibly needy.

Meanwhile, you, his ever so busy girlfriend, was at work juggling meetings and deadlines.

But as soon as you received Wonwoo's distressed messages, urging you to please come home, your heart sank a little.

So you did your best to wrap up everything you had to do today in the office as soon as possible and headed straight home.

When you got inside of your shared apartment, you found Wonwoo curled up on the couch, hiding under a pile of fluffy blankets, surrounded by tissues and cough syrup. Upon hearing you step inside the room, he looked up at you with pleading puppy-dog eyes, and he began whining for you attention :

"Y/N, I don't feel well at all," Wonwoo moaned, his voice raspy from coughing. "I need you to take care of me, please." he pleaded.

Of course, you couldn't resist him, despite knowing you still had some work waiting for you, you indulged into his need for you. With a soft sigh, you set aside your bag and sat beside him, placing a hand on his forehead gently to check his temperature.

"You poor thing," you cooed, brushing his hair away from his face, a pout aparent on his lips, "Don't worry, Wonwoo. I'm here for you." you reassured lovingly.

You were ready to drop everything for your needy boyfriend so you went to the kitchen and brewed him some herbal tea, prepared his favorite foods, gave him some medicine, and even fed him yourself after hearing him whine about how he couldn't take his hands out from under the blankets because of how cold he was despite the fever.

But Wonwoo's neediness seemed to know no bounds tonight as he bombarded you with a constant stream of chatter even though his throat kept on going dry every 5 minutes. But it was nothing the tea you had prepared him could fixed, he said. So he talked about nothing and everything, still demanding your undivided attention.

Despite the overwhelming workload waiting for you, you found yourself drawn into Wonwoo's world. You laughed at his jokes, listened to his stories, and cherished this moment spent together.

As the evening wore on, Wonwoo's state began to improve, thanks to your tender care and attention. And although your were exhausted from the day's events, you couldn't help but feel a warm glow of satisfaction knowing that you had been there for your lover when he needed you.

As you guys were cuddled up on the couch, Wonwoo drifted off to sleep with a contented smile on his face, and one thing was clear : you didn't regret putting work aside for him one bit.

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justwinginglife · 4 months ago

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He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not

25 Days of Simpmas: Day Nineteen December 19th: Howl Pendragon, Rank 7 Anime: Howl's Moving Castle Event Masterlist

You and Howl were nearly exclusive. Nearly.

Sometimes, the man that you were in love with didn’t act very much like a man. Sometimes, he was still very much like the teenager that you’d first met all those years ago.

Back then, you were both students in the Magic Academy, and you were constantly at odds with each other.

It all started when Howl gave you the most careless, thoughtless, backhanded compliment you’d ever heard in your entire life. And to make matters worse, he thought he'd genuinely won you over with it. Shortly afterwards, you materialized a bucket of slime over his head and he spent weeks scrubbing it from his scalp. It’d been all out war ever since.

If you were paying any attention in class, it was only so you could learn how to use the spells against him. Unfortunately for you, he’d been of the exact same mindset. One day, he’d asked if you could swim. Thinking he’d only asked because he couldn’t, you’d scoffed back, “of course I can, only idiots don’t know how to swim,” and before you knew it, he was casting the levitation spell he’d just learned on you. Then he hovered you above a lake and simply released his magic. After you clawed your way up from the bottom of the lake and dragged your sopping wet body back onto dry land, he only snickered and said “I did ask if you could swim.” Bastard. Of course. He’d never have done it if it would have killed you; not because he cared, but because your misery was worth more than your death. And you were miserable indeed, because soon after, you’d caught the most wretched cold. You spent the entirety of your night cursing at him and gulping down gallons of cough syrup.

When you learned fire spells, you set his hair on fire. It seemed you had a thing for ruining his hair. But you knew for someone as vain as him, it’d have the intended effect. Sure enough, he ran around the classroom screaming and wailing bloody murder, not because he was burning alive but because he’d finally got the slime out of his hair and now you’d gone and ruined it. Again. He vowed he’d never forgive you.

He did eventually forgive you.

Even after you’d turned him into an ogre, even after he’d commanded gigantic spiders to chase you around campus, even after you’d jinxed his wallet to empty itself after anything was deposited into it, even after he’d set up fireworks to go off in your room the second you fell asleep, you still forgave each other.

Ironically, the day all your fighting stopped was the day he turned your mother into a goat. The school had finally allowed you a visitation day and every student’s parents had come to pay their child a visit. Everyone except Howl. He had no one to visit him. He knew he wouldn’t, he was an orphan. But you didn’t know that. And when your mother came to pick you up and Howl snorted “Someone like you actually has a mother? I thought a troll might’ve just shit you out,” you glared him down, not knowing he was only acting out of jealousy, and then snarkily remarked, “I bet you wouldn’t even know what having someone love you is like.” When he stepped back in shock, you knew something was wrong. Even when he finally pulled himself back together and turned your mother into a goat out of spite, you knew you’d said something horrible. You invited him out to dinner with the two of you that night. It was the best dinner of his entire life.

You still played the occasional prank on each other -it was hard not to, when that had been your entire dynamic thus far- but after that night, your jokes were much lighter, like you’d only intended to make the other person laugh rather than anger them.

It wasn’t until you were a year or two older that you’d realized you’d quickly become friends. Another year or two and you finally admitted you were the best of friends. But it wasn’t until you were well into adulthood that you’d both started to realize you had romantic feelings for each other.

If you’d thought becoming friends had been a slow process, it was even more excruciatingly slow trying to become more than that.

You’d already known you loved him, and you were almost entirely sure he loved you back.

After all, he’d call on you at all hours of the day and all hours of the night, just to see you. He’d hug you closer than friends did, smile at you wider than friends did, and touch you longer than friends did. He’d memorize every detail about you, enjoying your favorite tea with you in the mornings and toasting your favorite champagne with you in the evenings. He’d scour the world for a book you’d mentioned wanting to read, and he’d bring it back with even the author’s signature on it. He’d play with your hair, sing you to sleep, and knock out beside you. He’d take you to the movies, to the ballet, to the opera, to the park, to the other side of the world. He’d do anything for you.

Except for ask you out.

He wasn’t quite sure how to do that.

And you were fucking tired of it. More than being tired, you were starting to get annoyed. You were a fully grown woman and he’d been looking at you like some child on a playground, too shy to even ask to sit on the swing beside you. When was he gonna man the fuck up?

You weren’t sure if he was just afraid of how you’d answer or if he just genuinely had no idea that what he was feeling for you was love. Either way, you were pissed off and you decided to do something about it; you decided to make him jealous.

“I think I’m in love with someone. God, he’s so sweet.” You confessed one summer night. You’d been laying on a blanket with him, looking up at the stars together, feeling like this would’ve been the perfect time for your first kiss, but then he’d gone and ruined it by rolling to the side and picking at the grass. Idiot.

His shoulders tensed. “Wh-who?”

“Some guy from Porthaven. He’s tall, very handsome.”

He sat straight up, almost if to show you that he could be tall too. “Yeah, well I don’t like him. He sounds like a jerk.”

You snorted. “Oh, does he now?”

Howl nodded emphatically. “I mean, what do you even see in him anyway?”

You poked his arm. “I told you. He’s tall, dark, and handsome.”

Before he’d realized it, Howl had started to tug at the edge of his blonde locks. “I see… so you like… dark hair. How very… shallow of you.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s not like I just like his looks. He also makes me laugh. He knows me well. Cares about me.”

He stiffened beside you. “Yeah, but does he know you as well as I do?”

“He knows just as much as you do.”

His shoulders slumped. How could you go around telling someone as much about yourself as you’d told him? He’d thought he was special. He’d thought he was… well, he didn’t know what he thought, but he thought he was at least something to you. Something that set him apart from other people. “I see… well, at least just tell me his name so I can have him checked out, make sure he’s not a murderer or something.” He sighed, already half-defeated.

“He’s not. He’s a wizard.”

Howl rubbed his temples in frustration. Of course the guy was a wizard too. What had you done, just found a better looking copy of him? “And what’s this so-called wizard’s name?”

You smirked in silence.

He was not happy. He flopped down beside you again. “Won’t even tell me his name. Ridiculous.”

“Jenkins the Sorcerer. That’s his name.”

Howl froze. Wait, but that was… no… you couldn’t be-

Once you’d had his attention, you ran with it, not stopping even for breath. “He’s tall, has dark hair, and he’s handsome. ‘Course, now he’s gone and dyed it blonde for some stupid reason. Probably thinks it makes him look more attractive. I do like the blonde. But I like the black better. And he always makes me laugh and smile, but he also pisses me off. He’s supposed to know me better than anyone. So why doesn’t he know that he’s supposed to ask me out now, huh?” You paused to let your words sink in, but you dared not look at him as he processed it.

He laid there in stunned silence and you held your breath.

Finally, he cleared his throat. “Well… this guy sounds like a jerk. Just like I said. You could do much better than him. I hear that Wizard Pendragon is available. Would you… be open to considering him? I happen to be very close to him and know he’d be interested.”

You shook your head, laughing slightly. You were gonna have to push him to the finish line, but at least he’d finally entered the race. “Oh he’s ‘interested,’ is he? What kind of interest? Does he maybe have a crush on me? Is that all?”

He swallowed. “Well he- he might…like you.”

You raised an eyebrow. “Like me?”

“Or he might…love you.”

“Might??”

“He loves you. He definitely loves you.”

You rolled your eyes again but it was hard not to smile this time. “Oh, so it’s definite now, huh? Well, alright then. You can tell him I definitely love him too. Love him so much that I might not be opposed if he were to�� kiss me now.”

His breath caught in his throat. Kiss you???

His eyes darted over to you daringly.

He inched closer on the blanket.

You tried not to laugh.

He turned onto his side so he could face you.

You turned onto yours.

He stared.

You stared back.

Then his hand was cupping the back of your head, tangling in your hair, and pulling you closer to him. Before you could make some joke about how awkward he was being, he claimed your lips in a passionate kiss. If he was unsure before, he wasn’t now. The way his lips chased yours was almost as if he’d dreamed of this moment a million times, as if he’d imagined the way he’d press himself into you like he was trying to make you into one person. And if he let you stop long enough for breath, the second your lips were parted in an exhale, he was sliding his tongue in, eager to taste more of you.

And you let him.

You let him because now there was no hesitation. Now there was no maybe, now there was no he loves me, he loves me not. Now there was only the feeling of his lips entwining with yours, the feeling of your heart pounding in your chest, and the feeling of his heart keeping time to yours.

Now, there was only him.

And he loved you.

He finally, finally loved you.

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gravityfallsreaderinsert · 8 months ago

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Mr. and Mx. Mystery

S1E2 - The Legend of the Gobblewonker

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In the kitchen was Mabel, Dipper and Y/N. The twins were at the table eating pancakes, really it was Mabel who touched the pancakes you made them, as you were at the stove making more for you and Stan. You finished and placed your share on a plate. Deciding to watch the twins have their fun, you leaned against the counter, plate in hand. You watch as the twins sat in their chairs, maple syrup bottles in hand.

"Are you ready for the ultimate challenge?" Mabel exclaimed holding a Sir Syrup bottle in her hands. "I'm always ready!" Dipper replied with just as much enthusiasm, holding a Mountie Man bottle. "Then you know what this means!" They both turned their bottle upside down in the air, mouths open trying to see who would get their syrup to fall first. "Syrup race, ahh!" They both shouted, cheering for their respected bottles.

"Go, Sir Syrup!"

"Go, Mountie Man!"

"Go go!" They both shout as the syrup in Mabel's bottle starts coming out faster than Dipper's. She then taps the bottom of her bottle, the syrup dropping first. "Almost... almost... Yes," Mabel coughed as the syrup dropped in her mouth and placed her bottle down. "I won!"

Seeing that Mabel won, Dipper put down his bottle and picked up the newspaper he had on the the table. "Hey, Mabel, check this out." He scoots closer toward her, leaning the paper over so she can see. Mabel's eyes light up from looking at an ad in the paper. "Human-sized hamster balls? I'm human-sized!"

"No, no, Mabel. This," Dipper then points to a different ad in the paper that was advertising a photo contest. "We see weirder stuff than that every day. We didn't get any photos of those gnomes, did we?"

"Nope, just memories. And this beard hair." Mabel then pulls out a tuft of white hair from her sweater. Dipper looks at the hair she’s holding in disgust. "Why did you save that?" Mabel shrugged.

"Mabel drop the hair..." Y/N told her, their face also holds an expression of disgust. She lets the grip of her fingers go, laughing as the hair falls to the floor. After the twins are done talking, Stan comes into the kitchen with his own newspaper in hand. "Good morning, knuckleheads. You three know what day it is?"

"Um... Happy anniversary?" Dipper questions, when he does you put your finished plate in the sink and exclaimed. "If it is, I didn't get anything, I have enough pride to admit that." Then Mabel shouts her own guess, "Mazel tov!” Stan then hits Dipper and Y/N on the head with his newspaper, "Ow!"

"It's family fun day, ya geniuses!" Stan walks over toward the fridge. "We're cuttin' off work and havin' one of those, ya know," Pulls out a carton of milk and takes a whiff of the inside, "Bonding-type deals." He walks over toward the table again about to take a drink of the milk, until you take it out of his hands and replaced it with the pancakes you cooked him. Dipper looked over at his Uncle and asked, "Grunkle Stan, is this gonna be anything like our last family bonding day?"

Stan and Y/N stood over the twins as the two kids were painting on counterfeit money, a bunch of finished one are hanging behind them to dry. You were guiding the twins on how to draw what was needed as Stan criticized them.

"You call that Ben Franklin? He looks like a woman!"

"I don't know, I kinda it." Once you said that, red and blue lights started flashing outside of the shank with sirens making you all turn towards the window.

"Uh-oh!"

Mabel shivered, "Ohh! The county jail was so cold." You walked over to where Mabel was sitting and rufffle her hair as you closed your eyes and sighed in content. "You have to admit though, being held together made us closer, sweetie."

Stan scarfed the rest of his pancakes down and placed his own plate with yours. He walks over to the table and wrapped his arms around all three of you, "All right, maybe we haven't been the best summer caretaker. But I swear, today we're gonna have some real family fun. Now, who wants to put on some blindfolds and get into my car?"

Everyone cheered, throwing their arms in the air until Dipper processed what Stan said, "Wait. What?"

After you and Stan put your suits on, he handed you another blindfold, you looked at it then toward his face in disbelief. You placed one of your hands on your hip and grabbed the cloth out of his hands. "When you mentioned the blindfolds I thought you only meant the kids." He chuckled, slapped both his hands on your shoulders and gave you a playful kiss on the cheek, "Trust me, you'll love it!" Y/N placed the cloth in their pocket and started heading towards the car.

The kids are already in the backseat of the car when you and Stan get there, their blindfolds on. Stan got behind the wheel and you in the passenger seat and tied your fold over your eyes.

It's only been a few minutes in the car, when Dipper feels uneasy. As he felt the pit in his stomach grow, Stan leaned over to play with the car radio, not looking at the road making the car swerve. Dipper mutters to himself. "Whoa! Whoa! Blindfolds never lead to anything good."

"Wow. I feel like all my other senses are heightened. I can see with my fingers." Mabel touches Dipper's face, he laughs as he feels her hands on his cheek until the car hits a bump in the road. "Whoa! Grunkle Stan, are you wearing a blindfold?"

Stan laughs, he leans back a little to look at the twins. "Nah, but with these cataracts I might as well be." he squints his eyes towards the front eye, hand over them, "What is that, a woodpecker?" The Twins screamed as you shouted Stan's name, all three of you feeling the car crashing through something.

"Okay, okay, open 'em up." Y/N and the twin take off their blindfolds, seeing the Gravity Falls lake in front of them. "Ta-da! It's fishin' season!"

"Fishing?" Mabel questioned as you clasped out hand together in joy walking over to stand in closer to the dock, "Fishing!" Dipper placed his hands on his hips and looked at his Grunkle in suspicion. "What are you playing at, old man?"

"You're gonna love it! The whole town's out here!" The twins looked over at the lake and low and behold it looked like half the town was enjoying a summer day on the lake. Whether it was one person or a whole family, there were multiple boats. Including Lazy Susan with a pan in his hand, asking the fish to jump in it, Toby taking a picture of a man who caught a giant fish, resulting in the man being blinded by the flash and falling in the lake and one boat had Wendy's family in it with Manly Dan grabbing the fish with his hands and punching them in the boat as his sons cheered. Stan took a deep breath as he took it all in and wrapped an arm around Y/N's waist bringing them closer, "That's some quality family bonding!"

"Uncle Stan, why do you want to bond with us all of a sudden?"

"Come on, this is gonna be great! We've never had fishin' buddies before. The guys from the lodge won't go with us. They don't like or trust us." Stan said as he made air quotations.

Y/N picked the kids up and hugged them tight, the two straining for air. "Oh, kids! This is gonna be fun! A chance to be together that isn't crime related." You then put them back on the ground walking back over to Stan, excited. Mabel turns to Dipper, "I think they actually want to fish with us." She whispered, looking over toward their great uncle and auncle. Stan walks over to the two with his hands behind his back. "Hey, I know what'll cheer you sad sacks up. Pow! Pines family fishin' hats. That's hand-stitching, ya know. It's just gonna be you, me, Y/N and those goofy hats on a boat for ten hours!"

"Ten hours?!" The twins shouted as Stan then pulled out a booked titled '1001 Yuk 'Em Ups'. "I brought the joke book." Dipper grabbed his head in agony, "No. No!" Mabel then grabbed Dipper by the arms and shakes him back and forth, "There has to be a way out of this."

Runs from dock, comes Old Man McGucket, "I seen it! I seen it again! Hoo hoo hoo! The Gravity Falls gobblewonker! Come quick before he scramdoodles away! Ha ha hoo-ah!" He screamed as he crashed into things and overturned a few others. When he stops he starts doing a dance and slaps himself, laughing. The twins walk over to the commotion and as they do Mabel puts her hands together and leaned her cheek on them. "Aw. He's doing a happy jig." McGucket grabbed Mabel by her arms and shouted, "No!!! It's a jig of grave danger!" Just as he did his son comes out from the cabin on the lake with a spray bottle. "Hey! Hey! Now, what did I tell you about scaring my customers? This is your last warning, dad." McGucket flinches from the water being sprayed at him. "But I got proof this time, by gummity!" He then motions everyone to follow him toward the end of the dock.

"Behold! It's gobbledywonker what done did it!" He exclaimed as he pointed at a boat that's been broken in half laying in the water. "It had a long neck like a gee-raffe, and wrinkly skin like like these two right here." He then points to Y/N and Stan. Stan was digging in his ear not paying attention as you looked at McGucket in angry, "I beg your pardon!"

"It chopped my boat up to smitheroons!" McGucket then points at the small island that's on the other side of the lake, "It shim-shammed over to scuttlebutt island! Ya gotta believe me!"

"Attention, all units. We got ourselves a crazy old man." Sheriff Blubs said casing everyone to laugh and Tate McGucket to shake his head and hold it down in shame. McGucket then holds his own head down as he walks away in sadness, "Aw, donkey spittle! Banjo Polish"

"Well, that happened. Now, let's untie this boat and get out on that lake!" Stan said as he walks over to his boat, Y/N following him. When you catch up to him, you see the twins talking to each other, "Stan, there's a chance the twins might want to go look for this monster..." Stan waved his hand at you, blowing a raspberry, getting in the boat. "They wouldn't want to miss this family bonding, trust me." As he said this the twins came over with smiles on their faces. Dipper wraps his arm around Stan's neck and said, "Grunkle Stan! Change of plans! We're taking that boat to scuttlebutt island, and we are gonna find that gobblewonker." The twins start to chant, Monster Hunt! Monster Hunt! Monster-" Then McGucket comes over standing behind them, "Monster Hunt! Monster-. Eh... I'll go." He says with his head down again.

"You dudes say something about a monster hunt?" Soos in his own boat pulls up on the other side of the dock. "Soos!" Mabel then walks closer to the boat to give Soos a fist bump. "What's up, hambone? Kapoosh! Pow! Explode! Dude, you could totally use my boat for your Hunt. It's got a steering wheel, chairs normal boat stuff."

"All right, let's think this through. You kids could go waste your time on some epic monster-finding adventure, or you could spend the day learning how to tie knots and skewer worms with your great uncle Stan and auncle Y/N! So, whaddya say?" As Stan is saying this, you watched the kids put on their life jackets and get on the boat with Soos without a single glance toward you or Stan. You folded your arms in front of your chest and frowned. "Stan... they left." You whispered as you watched the boat leave, turning to Stan who opened his eyes watching them go too. As Soos' boat leaves you hear twins shout, "We made the right choice!"

Stan grabs you hand, making you almost fall in the boat if you didn't catch yourself. You both sit down as Stan continued to watch the retreating boat. "Ingrates! Ah, who needs 'em? We got a whole box of creepy fishin' lures to keep us company." You both stare at the lure and shiver, Stan then slams the box shut.

~ Time Skip ~

"Traitors! We'll find my own fishin' buddies.” Stan then starts looking around the lake, a focused look on his face.

“But, what about us all bonding toget-“ Y/N didn’t finished their sentence as the boat was already speeding in some direction, Stan having found his target. "There's our new pals!"

"Now that we're alone, Rosanna, there's a burning question which my heart longs to ask of you." The man pulled out a box as the woman’s eyes began to fill with tears. “Oh, Reginald!” Before the man could continue Stan slows his boat down behind theirs and stopping.

"Hey! Wanna hear a joke?" The younger man was about to speak because Stan interrupted him, "Here goes. My ex-wife still misses me, but her aim is gettin' better! Her aim is gettin' better! Ya see, it's… it's funny because marriage is terrible.” You clapped your hands as you laughed. However the younger couple scoffed and rowed their boat far way from the Stan ‘O War.

“What?!"

You placed a hand on his back as you looked at the retreating boat, "Don't worry, Stan. I enjoy your jokes..."

"Look, when you're threading the line a lot of people don't know this but you want to use a barrel knot. That's a secret from one fishin' buddy to another. Heh heh!" Stan has his arm wrapped around a kid that's in a different boat, the kid looked extremely uncomfortable. "Uh I, uh who are you, exactly?" Stan then pats the kid on the head, Y/N was standing behind his confused as ever. "Just call me your Grunkle Stan!"

"Sir sir! Why are you talking to our son?! If you don't leave right now, I'm calling the police!" The mother shouts as she stands behind her son, making Stan let go of the kid. "Oh no you don't!" You pushed Stan behind you and placed your hands on your hip, leaning over towards their boat, trying to get in the woman's face. She backs up a little but still tries to stand her ground, "I will!

"Ha ha! Ya see, the thing about that is, Arrrr!" Stan starts the engine and zooms the boat in a different direction, almost making you fall.

"Go bother your own kids!"

Stan moved the boat towards the middle of the lake, looking defeated. You looked around the lake, seeing that most of the people and their boats are starting to pack up. You sighed, turning towards Stan and saw him leaning his arms on his knees, head in hands as he looked at his own reflection in the water. You moved over to sit closer to him and wrapped your arm around his shoulder. Stan looked from his reflection to yours, he sat up and wrapped his arm around your waist, the both of you now leaning on to one another. Moments of silence went by until you broke it.

"Hey honey, how you holding up?" You rubbed circles in his shoulder with your thumb, you felt his body sink more into you. He waved his hand, staring at the water.

"I just... I wanted this day to go well. I wanted us to bond with the kids, try to get them to see that we mean well, ya know. To show that I actually care for those like brats. I don't want them to think that we're just a couple of criminals." Y/N sighed and looked back into the water.

"Well, sure today didn't go the way you planned but we still have the rest of summer. So, we have time to bond with them and I don't think they see us like that all the time. Yeah, we have our moments, of course, but I don't think they see us just as that."

"Oh yeah? Ya wanna know what the first thing they did when they first got here was," he glanced over at you, raising his eyebrow. When he saw you nod your head, he removed his arm from your waist and put his head in his hands again. "They were debating on if they should turn us in to the FBI and jump out the window to escape and they asked an eight ball if they should or not... A eight ball, Y/N!"

Y/N removed their arm from Stan and folded their hands in their lap, looking down. "Oh, I didn't know... Well, even if they don't really warm up to us, we have each other still. But, I would still like to try and build some relationship with them and even after today I know you would too." Stan rolled his eyes and groaned, waving his hand at you. "Forget it, those little suckers chose to hang out with Soos instead of their own family. We don't need them," he pulled out a piece of wire and starting to try and tie it into a knot. "Like you said we have each other and fishing! Er, ugh, gah! Mollycoddling..." He complained as he failed to tie it.

"Oh, Stan..."

"Can you please tell me more funny stories, pop-pop?" You and Stan turned to see a grandfather and his two grandkids in a boat. They seem like they were having a good time together, much to Stan's and Y/N's annoyance.

"Anything for my fishin' buddies!" As the the grandfather laughs he pats his grandchildren on the head. Stan growls as he folds his arms over his chest, staring at the family. "Arghh!" Y/N gently placed their hand on Stan’s back, "Stan, just don't look at them."

"Pop-pop, I just weawized that I wuv you." Stan stands up and cups his hands around his mouth, "Aw, come on! Boo! Boo!"

The grandfather stands up in his own boat, hands on his hips. "Hey, there! What's the big idea?" The grandson then looks up at his grandfather with a pity expression and says, “Maybe they have no one who wuvs them, pop-pop."

"Yeah, well, I-I nahh! Ahhh." Before he could say anything Soos' boat speeds past the Stan 'O War soaking him and Y/N. You hold on to the boat to keep your balance as Stan throws his hat in the boat, puffing out in frustration as he sits down and sighed with his head in his hands.

~ Time Skip ~

As Y/N and Stan sat together in silence, you both hear Dipper's voice. "Hey! Over here!" The S.S Cool Dude pulls up next to the Stan 'O War and Dipper takes a picture of both Stand and you with his camera. You and Stan look at each other in surprise then back at their boat or what's left of it anyway. "What the kids? I thought you two were off playin' spin the bottle with Soos?" Stan said crossing his arms, trying to look like he wasn't happy to see them.

"Well, we spent all day trying to find a "legendary" dinosaur."Dipper began and Mabel continued. "But we realized the only dinosaurs we want to hang out with is right here."

"Save your sympathy! We been having a great time without ya, makin' friends, talkin' to our reflection-- we had a run-in with the lake police! Guess we gotta wear these ankle bracelets now, so that'll be fun." He said holding his leg up to show the bracelet. You wave your hand nonchalantly, "We'll just try and take them off later."

"So I guess there isn't room in that boat for three more?" Dipper asked.

Y/N looked over at Stan with a worried look on their face as they placed a hand on his shoulder. Stan looked at the water, then back up toward the twins, they both put on the custom fisher hats that Stan made them. Stan looked over at you, smirking, and nodded his head at the kids. Y/N laughed as they leaned over toward the kids, picking them up and placing them on their lap, both of them cheering. "You knuckleheads ever seen me thread a hook with my eyes closed?" Dipper stands up from your lap, pointing his finger at Stan, "Five bucks says you can't do it." Stan points back at him, "You're on!"

"Five more bucks says you can't do it with your eyes closed plus me singing at the top of my lungs!" Mabel exclaimed as she wrapped an arm around your shoulders and you warped your around her side, both you laughing.

"Kids, don't make a bets with an ex con-man." You chuckled as Mabel looked at you still laughing, "But that's what makes it challenging!"

"Plus, I like these odds!" Soos then in the boats, causing both you and Stan two look at him in shock, "Whoa! What happened to your shirt?" Soos puts his hand up and and shakes his head. "Long story, dude." Dipper then holds up his camera standing on one stand of the boat. "All right. Everybody get together, say fishing." the rest of you huddle together and smile and shout, "Fishing!"

"Fishing! Dude, am I in the frame?" Soos asked as the picture gets taking. You all then spend of the rest of the day enjoying each others company. Then as the sun sets you all call it a day and Stan starts to drive the boat toward the dock, all you smiling in content until the boat hits a bump in the water.

Dipper turned toward his sister and asked, "What was that?" Mabel looked at him with a smile still on her face and shrugged. "Mm-mm."

Underwater, the real Gobblewonker swims under the Stan 'O War and eats one of Dipper's cameras.

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fanfictionstuff · 1 month ago

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I legit yelped when I check the Amaimon x reader tag after like a fucking a year or so expecting it to be as empty as I left it when I left the Blue Exorcist Fandom so long ago but instead was flabbergasted dare I say bamboozled to see that someone was actually posting about my boy, my sweet emotionally stunted baby.

Amaimon had me a death grip for so long but he just left my brain, because no one actively talked about him, but them I saw an old note to myself about watching the new Blue Exorcist anime, and decided to check out the Fandom to see if it was worth obsessing over again, cuz it's wasn't worth it if I couldn't get my fanfic fix. And to be shock there is???

Sorry if that was strange, I'm just so excited!

Anyways, could I request Amaimon x GN!reader(if you don't do gn fem is fine) with a S/O who decided to start experimenting with baking and decided to use Amaimon as their test taster.

Btw love your works

Let me share what happened with me. For some reason, I thought there would be a new season around May (2024). I don’t know why, but I got excited, and then I realized it was October. I decided to rewatch everything and fell in love with Amaimon all over again. Naturally, I had to find some fanfics... I found about five where he wasn't acting like a 12-year-old. After staring at my computer screen for like two weeks, I decided to write my own, even though I didn't expect anyone to really read it. So I was mostly writing for myself until the new season came out. Then the small Amaimon fanbase returned. 🥺

But, I'm still pretty much the only one writing 😔

Anyway~ I'm so glad you like my works and you were able to come back to the fandom and read Amaimon fics 💚 I hope you like this one.

“So, what do you think?” You look expectantly at Amaimon, who has a slice of cake in front of him on the table.

Amaimon looks between you and the cake before returning his gaze to you. "...Am I supposed to tell the truth or lie?”

You shoot him a look of disbelief. “The truth. You’re my taste tester, remember? I need your honest opinion."

He stares at you for a moment longer, trying to gauge whether you truly want the truth. The last time he told you the truth after you asked, you threw something at him. “It’s not good.”

“Really? What’s wrong with it?”

“I don’t know.”

You lean forward and slide the plate closer, snatching the fork he just used to sample the cake. The moment the fluffy cake touches your tongue, it feels strangely dry, almost as if it’s sucking the moisture right out of your mouth. "Oh shit, it’s way too dry!" you comment, surprised by the unexpected texture. “How did it end up this dry?” you cough out, reaching for a bottle of water. “I wonder if there’s a way to save it; I’d hate to throw out a whole cake.” You drop your head to the table in frustration. Amaimon reaches over the table and awkwardly pats your head.

It turns out there are ways to save dry cakes. From your research, you've discovered a few methods. Amaimon sits in the living room, staring blankly at the TV while you prepare a simple syrup for the cake. Your search revealed that the best way to revive a dry cake is by using simple syrup or soaking it with milk. You've decided to go with the syrup. Although you learned that adding jam or mousse between layers can enhance the cake, you're not ready for layered cakes yet, so you set that idea aside. The last two suggestions were icing and refrigeration. You’ve already made icing; you just wanted Amaimon to try the cake by itself first. The batch of icing you made is sitting in the fridge, waiting for you.

An hour later, your sheet cake is done. This time, you try it first, not wanting to scare your demon boyfriend away with bad cake. This time, it’s much better, but still not where it should be. It’s saved, and Amaimon will finish it within a couple days so you can move on to something else. Still, it’s not at the level you want. Slowly, you walk towards Amaimon and hand him a fresh slice. “So, it’s still not perfect, but it’s edible now.” You promise him as he exams the cake.

“It’s good.” He tells you between forkfuls of cake. Excited that you were able to fix it, you sit beside him on the sofa and wrap your arms around his shoulders while sitting to his right. “I’m glad, so it won’t be wasted.” You press your lips against his cheek as he continues to eat forkfuls of the cake.

"I wouldn't waste it anyway," Amaimon says flatly, licking icing from his fork. His golden eyes glance at you briefly before returning to the cake. "Even if it didn’t taste good."

You smile at this; it’s about as sweet as he gets sometimes. His free hand drifts down to your knee, his long claws lightly grazing your skin.

"You know," you say, resting your head gently against his shoulder, "I've been thinking about trying something a bit more complex next time. Maybe a layered cake with different flavors."

Amaimon pauses mid-bite. "More cake to test?"

"Is that alright?"

He doesn't respond right away; instead, he continues to eat with meticulous precision. The television hums softly in the background, with both of you paying little mind to it. His thumb gently traces small circles on your knee.

"I can test whatever you make," he finally says. "I have nothing better to do."

You roll your eyes. "Wow, thanks. Make me feel special, why don't you?"

His fork scrapes the plate clean, and before you can blink, he's holding an empty dish.

"More," he states simply, golden eyes sliding toward you.

You laugh. "Well, I guess that means it's really good after all." You take his plate and head back to the kitchen, cutting him another generous slice.

As you hand him the second piece, his fingers brush against yours, lingering for a moment longer than needed. The contact sends a slight shiver up your arm.

"You know," you say, settling back next to him, "most people tend to offer more detailed feedback. For instance, they might mention what specifically tastes good or what could be improved."

Amaimon pauses mid-bite, tilting his head as if pondering a complex puzzle. "It's sweet. I like sweet things." He takes another bite and then adds, "The first one was like eating dirt. This one isn't."

"High praise," you mutter sarcastically, but you can't help but smile.

He nods and suddenly lifts you onto his lap with swift, fluid movements. His arms encircle your waist, holding you securely. “It’s good,” he murmurs, grasping your jaw and pressing his lips against yours.

His lips taste like sugar and icing, sweet like cake yet somehow more intoxicating. When he pulls away, you feel a bit dazed.

"You're better than cake," he asserts plainly, as though proclaiming that the sky is blue.

"That might be the kindest thing you've ever said to me," you laugh as you gently touch your forehead to his.

Amaimon looks slightly confused. "I’m not trying to be nice. It’s just the truth." He reaches past you for the plate, somehow managing to take another bite of cake without loosening his grip on your waist. "Humans are strange."

The next day, despite mentioning you want to try baking a cake again, you were scrolling through social media and found something else you want to try instead. Cinnamon rolls.

It's easy and supposedly foolproof—after all, even a child can do it. That’s what the article promised. So why are you left with flat cinnamon rolls staring back at you? Did you skip a step? What went wrong? You reread the entire recipe three times, only to realize what you did wrong. I can’t believe I forgot to let the dough rise. Dropping to the ground, you mourn the loss of your cinnamon rolls.

Amaimon steps around you, giving them a curious look before glancing at the bowl of icing you prepared to frost them with. Without hesitation, he grabs a cinnamon roll from the center of the pan, dips it into the icing, and pops it into his mouth. "_____".

“What?”

He gazes down at you as you pout. “These are better than the cake,” he tells you, helping himself to another cinnamon roll.

“…really?”

He nods and picks up the still-hot pan along with the bowl of frosting to take both into the living room.

The cinnamon rolls last less than two hours.

By Friday, you’ve come up with a great idea.

Cinnamon roll cake.

Amaimon observes you as you mix the batter, meticulously rereading the instructions after each step. Determined not to let this one go wrong, you spend twice as long as necessary on the preparation. With a hint of nervousness, you press on, unwilling to make any mistakes.

Two hours later, twice as long as it should have taken, you pull the cake from the oven. The icing is already set aside, ready for use. At some point, Amaimon appears, staring intently at the cake.

At first glance, it’s clear that the cake is cooked to perfection: moist, but not overly so, with no burnt areas in sight—it looks fantastic. As you pour the icing over the cake, you can almost see the demon king drooling in anticipation. Just as you finish scraping the bowl clean, he eagerly takes a bite of the cake, digging his fork in without waiting for you to serve him.

“So?” You question.

“It’s better than the others you baked.

You beam at him, feeling a rush of pride. "Really? I'm finally getting the hang of this!"

Amaimon doesn't respond, too busy taking another large forkful of cake. His golden eyes gleam with an unusual intensity as he eats. You notice a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth—subtle, but unmistakably present.

"I want to try," you say, reaching for a fork.

Without warning, Amaimon effortlessly pulls the entire cake pan out of your reach. "It's mine," he declares nonchalantly, continuing to indulge in the dessert.

"Amaimon! I made that cake. At the very least, I deserve to taste it!" You lunge for the pan, but he deftly shifts it out of your reach once more.

He pauses, fork suspended in mid-air, gazing thoughtfully at you. “Fine,” he finally says, a hint of resignation in his voice.

Before you can reach for your own utensil, he lifts a piece with his fork and extends it toward your lips. You blink in surprise—such a gesture is unusual for him. Hesitantly, you lean forward and take the bite from his fork.

The flavors burst in your mouth—rich cinnamon, buttery sweetness, and a perfect hint of vanilla. It's divine.

"Oh, wow," you murmur, briefly closing your eyes to savor the moment. "That really turned out amazing."

When you open your eyes, you see Amaimon staring at you with an unusual intensity. He remains completely still, fork suspended in mid-air, observing your reaction with unblinking golden eyes.

"What?" you ask, suddenly self-conscious.

Without a word, he sets down the fork and, in one smooth motion, pulls you onto his lap. His fingers, warm and inviting against your skin, slide up to cradle the back of your head.

"You made something good," he says, his voice low and direct. His thumb glides across your lower lip, wiping away a smudge of icing.

"Thanks for sounding so surprised," you tease, though your voice sounds softer than you intended.

Amaimon leans forward, his lips hovering just above yours. "I want more."

You find yourself uncertain whether he is referring to the cake or something else. Before you can inquire, he closes the distance between you. His lips meet yours, infused with the flavors of cinnamon and sweetness. The kiss possesses a yearning quality, almost hungry. His fingers weave into your hair, drawing you even closer. When he finally breaks the kiss, you are left breathless, your heart racing against your ribs. “More?” You mumble more to yourself.

"The cake," Amaimon says, his golden eyes still fixed on you, "I want to finish it."

You laugh, slightly dazed. "Of course that's what you meant."

He tilts his head, observing your flushed face with mild curiosity. "What did you think I meant?"

Rather than answer, you slide off his lap and grab your own fork. "Nothing. Let's share the rest."

Amaimon frowns slightly but makes no objections as you take a seat beside him. As you both indulge in the cake, his arm naturally wraps around your waist, his clawed fingers resting possessively on your hip.

A few minutes later, it seemed to dawn on him what you meant. “I shouldn’t need to tell you that I’ll always want more of you.” He speaks bluntly, taking another bite.

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pinstripesandparliaments · 2 years ago

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Rantaro and Korekiyo with a sick partner <3

i'm sick . apologies in advance if this is written strangely !

i love my boys ; some of this is a little intimate, but not explicit

enjoy :)

Rantaro Amami

Growing up with so many sisters, a caring instinct was practically ingrained into his brain.

He can tell when you’re coming down with something, and will stop you from doing anything once he catches the first hint.

You stood desolately in your lab, leaned up against one of the counters. You had work to do, but the weighted feeling of ailment hung on your shoulders and eyelids; it was hard to do much of anything in these conditions.

“Things are looking real productive in here.”

Your boyfriend's voice startled you slightly, but your nerves were soothed as you felt his fingers press into the back of your neck, causing you to let out an exhausted sigh.

“Just… tired, I guess.”

Rantaro hummed softly, using a gentle hand to tip your chin up to look at him. “When was the last time you drank water? Your lips are chapped.”

You could only shrug, time was moving strangely and you didn't have the energy to calculate your water intake. Your weakness was apparent, making concern well up within him. Regardless, he simply had you take whatever work you had to do up to your dorm to work on in bed.

He brings you anything he thinks you might need, picking up the specifics of your condition while youre delirious with illness.

“Hey.”

You wake up groggily, too weak to even look at him as he puts a hand to your temple to see how warm you were. “Are you allergic to anything? Ibuprofen, penicillin, anything?”

You mutter a response soft enough for only him to hear, and he hums an affirmation, putting a kiss to your temple.

The next time you see him, he's spooning you cough syrup and placing water glasses on your bedside table regularly; times like this, you wonder, how did you get so lucky?

Korekiyo Shinguji

You don't know how he does it, but it seems Korekiyo can just sense when you're about to fall ill.

“Your aura is different today, my love.” you brush it off with a laugh and a flushed face, assuming he's just complimenting you in a strange way. But he keeps a close eye on you, suspicions confirmed when your voice becomes hoarse and your limbs weaker.

He’s always trying to incorporate his studies in with your recoveries; you’ve consumed more ancient remedies than your families home remedies because of him; most of which were very helpful.

Korekiyo insists you keep your eyes closed often when you're sick, for whatever reason. You're unsure if there's a scientific reason behind it, or if it just helps him rest easy, knowing you were resting to some degree, or…

“Kiyo, I’m serious, I need to get work done.”

Your boyfriend tsk’d softly, putting you back into bed with a gentle push.

“I’m quite serious myself, lovely. Your work won't be the best it could be if you perform it under your current ailment.” With that, he made a soft stroke over your face, inclining you to close your eyes.

Literally how you would a corpse.

He's so cute, but it's time like these you see how people get a little off put by his nature.

You let out a defeated huff, wallowing in the overbearing haze of your illness; eyes shut, mouth agape, lips chapped and mouth dry.

You felt Korekiyo’s hand brush your hair away from your forehead, and the soft sound of rustling leather reached your popped ears faintly. Another slim hand slid its way under your upper back, lifting you up.

A soft, warm, sensation planted itself on your forehead. It took a few seconds, but you slowly processed that he was kissing you. A smile grew onto your face, a mellow giggle escaping your lips in the process.

“You've got a fever, I’m afraid.”

He takes your temperature with his lips when a thermometer isn't available, and honestly you've started to question if that's why hes so keen on having your eyes closed. Regardless of your position as his girlfriend, he's still not too comfortable being seen with his mask off.

You've asked, and he insists it's just the most accurate way to determine whether someone has a fever without a thermometer. Given that hes always wearing gloves, you guess he’s not wrong.

Though, some part of you wants to believe that he just wants to kiss you.

Bonus poly hc’s <3

Both Korekiyo and Rantaro have notably cold hands, Kiyo moreso. While they sometimes use it to tease you, (pressing their hands to your back when you're unsuspecting, snaking their arms around your front unprompted, etc.) it's actually quite pleasant when you're feeling feverish.

On the contrary, you find that they’re not opposed to using their charm to “sweat out” your fevers.

“Oh, you poor thing. You need to lay down, let us take care of you.” “My love, how it pains me to see you like this… yet you’re still so beautiful.”

Kisses to your temples, hands… other places. Anywhere that gets your blood pumping and sweat flowing.

They try and cuddle with you… all the time, and when you're sick, it’s no exception. You try and argue with them, telling them how sick they'll get ; to no avail. You fall asleep with them both at your sides, arms crossed over you as if to keep you strapped into bed with them.

As much as you protest, there’s nowhere you'd rather be.

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gumballavocadoharry · 2 months ago

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Rest is best; Brother Harry:

*Warning...lots of fluff!*

You woke up to the worst pounding hammer drumming headache imaginable. Your eyes, lips and nose were crusty, you didn't have any sense of smell or taste, your nose was like a faucet; dripping every second with every drop pinging and diluting into a damp spot on your comforter. Your throat was dry and scratchy, like you had swallowed a bunch of nails and your coughs sounded like your neighbor's barking dog that would alert the neighborhood every other Wednesday if his late dinner.

You could barely move; forcing yourself out of the bed and stampering into the bathroom for pills. Any pill. One to take the tumor of a headache away. You sat on the rim of the bathtub, scanning through the directions of the one dollar cold and flu syrup you had just bought. You started to regret how cheap it was, because it made you question if it would even work. But, you just moved into a new flat. Your first apartment.... something that currented excitement through, much to the dismay of your family. Especially your brother, Harry.

You could swear he saw you more as a baby than your mother, Anne; constantly reminding you of eating healthy every time you would shove down almost a whole pizza at dinner from fasting all day, or making you bundle up in the somber cool fall of London. It annoyed you, but you never knew just how much you would appreciate it once you left. Harry was your own smother mother, never letting you out of his sight or allowing anyone or anything to hurt you.

The conversation still picked at you, when you were loading the last of your boxes into the back of your Honda. "Yn, it's dangerous out there. What if someone robs you? What if you get stuck or lost? What if-"

"Harry, I'll be fine," You reassured him, "You're just worrying too much.... again."

That puppy dog look in his eyes; sad, confused and worried. Very worried. He shot a glance to Anne. "Mom!" He whined, "Harry, yn has it all under control." You shot a smile to Harry, after fully loading all the boxes into the car. "Goodbye Harry, I'll miss you." Harry pulled you in for a tight hug and kissed your face all over. "Please be careful sissy." He whispered in your ear. You nodded, kissed him goodbye, got in your car and drove to your new apartment.

A sudden stab shot through your head, like a rod was piercing your brain. You looked at the medicine in your hand, poured the pink syrup solution into the little cup and took a look a large sip and swallowing it without allowing one drop to bite through on your taste buds. You fumbled yourself back into bed and dimed your lights. Working was not an option and your chores were completely off the table. You knew there were only a few people you could call, and your first choice was Gemma or Anne.

Neither one picked up.

You remembered the last time you’d had even a mild sniffle. Harry had descended upon your tiny flat like a knight in shining armour, armed with enough medication to stock a small pharmacy and the unwavering belief that you were on your deathbed. He’d banned you from moving from the sofa, insisted on spoon-feeding you chicken soup (which, admittedly, was delicious, but still!), and had even taken to checking your temperature every hour, on the hour. It had been… a lot. And right now, facing a truly awful cold, that was precisely what you were desperately trying to avoid.

A sigh escaped your lips, thick with congestion. You stared at your phone screen, scrolling through your contacts. There was really only one option left. The option you had been desperately trying to avoid all day. His name stared back at you – Harry.

You hesitated. Could you really do this? Subject yourself to ‘Operation: Harry’s Cold Care’? The alternative, however, was to continue feeling like you were slowly being consumed by a particularly nasty virus monster, alone and utterly wretched. With another groan, you pressed his name.

The phone rang twice before he answered, his voice instantly warm and bright, even through the phone static. “Hey, love! What’s up?”

“Hey, Haz,” you croaked, wincing at how weak and pathetic you sounded.

“You alright? You sound a bit… rough.” Even over the phone, Harry could pick up on the slightest change in your voice. It was both endearing and slightly unnerving.

“Yeah, um, not really,” you admitted, deciding to rip off the bandage quickly. “I think I’ve got a really bad cold.”

Silence. You could practically hear the cogs turning in his intelligent, worry-prone brain. Then, his voice, laced with concern, “Oh, no, love. Are you okay? What are your symptoms? Have you taken anything?”

Here we go, you thought internally, bracing yourself. “Yeah, it’s just… everything, really. Sore throat, headache, stuffy nose, chills. I’ve taken some paracetamol.” You decided to omit the part where you felt like you might spontaneously combust into a coughing fit at any moment.

“Right, right, okay. Don’t move. Just stay right there. I’m coming over.”

“Harry, no, it’s okay, honestly. I can manage,” you protested weakly, even as a tiny part of you, the part that was feeling utterly miserable and alone, breathed a sigh of relief.

“Nonsense,” he said firmly, his tone brooking no argument. “You need looking after. I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” And before you could argue further, he’d hung up.

Twenty minutes stretched into what felt like five, and then, just as you were starting to doze off on the sofa, you heard a frantic knocking at your door. You dragged yourself up to open it, feeling every muscle in your body protest.

Harry stood there, a whirlwind of dark brown hair and green eyes, his face etched with concern. He was carrying a large bag, which you suspected contained enough supplies to last you through a small plague. Before you could even say hello, he’d swept past you, his gaze taking in your pale face and slumped posture.

“Oh, love,” he murmured, his voice soft with sympathy. “You look awful.” It wasn’t exactly the most flattering assessment, but coming from Harry, it was imbued with pure affection.

He gently steered you back to the sofa, fussing with the blanket around you, making sure you were comfortable. Then he started unpacking his bag, pulling out an array of items that made you raise a slightly amused, albeit congested, eyebrow. There was a digital thermometer, a box of tissues (extra soft, naturally), a jar of honey, lemons, ginger, a vapour rub, a hot water bottle, and even a small humidifier that you hadn’t even known he owned.

“Right, first things first,” he announced, his tone now firmly in ‘big brother nurse’ mode. “Temperature.” He brandished the thermometer like a weapon against your illness. You obediently opened your mouth, and he took your temperature with practiced efficiency. “Slight fever,” he declared, reading the digital display. “Nothing too drastic, but we need to keep an eye on it.”

He then proceeded to make you comfortable, fluffing pillows, dimming the lights, and generally creating an atmosphere of soothing quietness. He bustled around your kitchen, and soon the comforting aroma of ginger and lemon filled the air. He reappeared with a steaming mug of tea, carefully handing it to you.

“Sip this slowly,” he instructed, perching on the edge of the coffee table, watching you intently. “It’s got honey, lemon, and ginger. It’ll soothe your throat.”

You took a tentative sip. It was hot and slightly spicy, and yes, it did feel incredibly soothing on your raw throat. “Thanks, Harry,” you mumbled, genuinely touched by his care.

“Don’t mention it, love. What are big brothers for?” he said with a warm smile.

And then began the full force of ‘Operation: Harry’s Cold Care’. He fussed over you for the entire afternoon, making sure you were constantly hydrated, offering you spoonfuls of honey at regular intervals, and even giving you a gentle head massage with the vapour rub, which, surprisingly, did help to clear your sinuses a little. He told you stories, read aloud from a silly novel he’d been enjoying, and generally kept you company, his presence a warm and comforting bubble in your misery.

It was, admittedly, a little overwhelming at times. He insisted on fluffing your pillows every half hour, and at one point, you found yourself stifling a giggle as he meticulously adjusted your blanket for the tenth time in an hour. But beneath the slightly over-the-top doting, there was a genuine tenderness, a deep and unwavering affection that warmed you from the inside out, even more than the hot lemon and honey.

As the evening wore on, and the paracetamol started to kick in, you felt yourself slowly drifting towards sleep. Harry was still there, sitting quietly beside you, working on his laptop but glancing over at you every few minutes to make sure you were okay. The gentle hum of the humidifier filled the room, a soothing white noise against the background of the city outside.

You opened your eyes slightly, and saw him look up, his green eyes meeting yours. “Feeling any better, love?” he asked softly.

You managed a small smile. “A little, yeah. Thanks to you.”

He smiled back, a warm, genuine smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes. “That’s all that matters.” He reached out and gently brushed a stray strand of hair from your forehead.

“Just rest now. I’ll stay for a bit longer, just in case.”

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kazinsblog · 1 year ago

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Loud Silence Part 3 + End

Yuma does his best and takes care of Desuhiko. And Desuhiko recovers! Yay~!

This time I'll explain in detail under cause alot of things were condensed and zipped file into these last 4 pages. So some parts may be unclear orz

(i made an audible scream when i erased yumas eyelash in the last panel thus the long smudge. Lesson of the day? WAIT FOR THE INK TO DRY ORZZZZ)

Page 6: Desuhiko thinks Yuma looks cute and appreciates how he wants to take care of him, so he changes his mind and lets Yuma do the caretaking. Desuhiko's a bit embarrassed at first because he isnt used to being taken care of but he's actually super happy his man is there for him. Yuma puts a wet towel on Desuhikos forehead and tells him to rest so he'll feel better the next day.

Page 7: Desuhiko sleeps and the next day, his fever is gone! So his voice should be back. Desuhiko tries to say good morning as loud as he could but realized he still couldn't talk and started coughing heavily. This woke Yuma up and he quickly went to get Desuhiko some warm water, he also reminded the superstar detective to eat something and the cough syrup as well. Desuhiko is upset about his current situation and starts to tear up. Yuma quickly reassures him drinking water and rest will help alot and the most important thing is that Desuhiko needs to rest his voice for a week. This doesn't improve Desuhiko's mood but he knows.

Page 8: Yuma talks to Desuhiko about the cases he did before to lift his mood and not make Desuhiko feel bad. Desuhiko's spirits are lifted cause he knows Yuma is there for him no matter what. And a week passes by~

Page 9: Desuhiko wakes up the next day and realizes his voice is back! When Yuma woke up, Desuhiko chatted a weeks worth of topics and words of appreciation.

Thank you for reading Loud Silence till the end!

This is gonna be the last post i'll do in a while, IRL workload started to dogpile on me. I'll still be on Tumblr/Discord but slow to update.

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taradiddled · 4 months ago

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Everyone on my dashboard, like me, has been sick, so I want to provide some tips for you that might help you through this cold/flu/whathaveyou (but, please please please, test yourself for Covid, even if you're pretty sure it's not Covid).

So my first tip is: wear layers. If you're home sick, wearing layers helps for if you feel overheated, chilly, so you can put on or remove more layers. I recommend a tank-top and lounge pants, and then a sweater and a robe on top. Stick those tootsies in socks, preferable the fluffy kind you can buy for $5 at Target or the local drug store.

My next tip: keep a water bottle nearby with lukewarm water. Don't put ice in it. Just regular water. You can put some electrolyte powder in it if you'd like (I usually use Pedialyte when I'm not feeling well), and maybe a couple ice cubes, but don't have it be chilled cold.

Gatorade or some sort of electrolyte drink is also an option. Just make sure you're replenishing those electrolytes on a regular basis.

Third tip: If you go out in public, wear a face mask. It's the polite thing to do. And when you start recovering from the illness, keep wearing the mask. You can take off the mask when you feel better, but seeing as more colds and flus are going around, I'd recommend wearing a mask in public (I certainly will be, since I work in a grocery store in the general public, who often cough and sneeze into open air).

Fourth tip: If you're having nausea, try a bit of lime in your water. Sparkling water, or ginger ale, with a bit of lime (and a side of saltines) usually helps my tummy when it's queasy.

Another option is something with mint. I especially like mint-flavored cough drops. They work for the throat, and help with the little bouts of nausea I get from all the phlegm drainage. Mint tea, mint drops...these typically do the trick. Just don't do too much mint if you're using something with artificial flavor like a syrup.

Fifth tip: If you're going to surf the net, don't use your phone. Try to limit as much attention to the small screen as you can, as it can encourage a headache. Keep any big web-surfing tasks to your computer. However, in the case of both your phone and the computer, turn the screen brightness down, so it's easier on your eyes.

Sixth tip: For those of us with chest and nasal congestion, Vicks is our friend! A little Vicks under the nose, on the throat, down the chest -- can do great things! Just don't put any on your lips or eyelids (don't ask). If you can get the Vicks roll-on, grab that! Works well and leaves no mess, while still providing that wonder Vicks vapor effect.

Seventh tip: If you're blowing your nose quite a bit, get some Vaseline to put on the outside of those nostrils. Put it on the skin there, to prevent chafing. If you can get those tissues with the lotion in them, that's highly recommended. But even if you get the tissue with the lotion in it, still put some Vaseline (or other softening lotion!) onto the skin outside your nostrils, to prevent excessive drying (and eventual flaking).

Eighth tip: Soup is your friend. It's your best friend. Soup with some starch like bread or crackers is advised. Abstain from heavy spices, although a mild curry can do wonders. Soup also helps with the throat, if your illness affects the throat, and helps warm the body up, especially if you're getting chills. Vegetables and beans are good ingredients, as you want to pay attention to keeping up your protein intake.

Ninth tip: Don't stay up too late when you're not feeling well. Get to bed a little earlier than usual, so your body can get that head-start on getting better. If you stay up too long, or don't get enough sleep, it'll be harder for your body to fight the illness.

Tenth tip: Be sure to have snacks. Avoid junk foods, or anything with too much grease. Snacks with peanut butter or a veggie dip are my usual go-to, with carrots, crackers, baby tomatoes, biscuits, nuts, steamed broccoli...

Eleventh tip: If you're listening to any audio (tv, music, computer...) then turn the volume down. Prevent any possible headache from happening or worsening. If you feel a ping in your head, like the sign of a headache maybe starting, find a way to distance yourself from loud noises. It might not be possible for you (it isn't for me in this house sometimes) but see if you can at least try. Lower the volume, go to a quieter location, do what you can to limit the noise. But even if you can achieve that quiet (or not), you should still take some aspirin, too.

Twelfth tip and then I'll let you be: A cool, damp washcloth to the brow can do wonders for that feverish feeling. Make sure it's not soaking wet -- just damp. You can also use an ice pack or a bag of ice, just make sure you wrap a towel around the ice first so that it's not freezing when you hold it against your brow.

If you're able to, you can ask your local drugstore if they have cooling gel sheets. These are typically in the children's section of drugstores, and are advertised as gel strips you can stick to a feverish child's brow, like a sticker. I've worn one while I was sleeping, actually, and because of the gel composition, even when I was tossing and turning, the strip didn't come off until I peeled it off in the morning.

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