#can't be bothered to cook despite needing food to not be miserable

[istadris]

Ah. It's one of these days.

[verdemoun]

Can I have modern au Hosea just…being a dad please I’m miserable

I'm sorry I had writers block I hope you are doing okay please enjoy much Hosea being a dad.

Hosea remembers the books the gang is reading and will ask how they're finding them and details. He remembers and shows interest in what chapter they're up to despite not reading the book himself.

No one is allowed to fall asleep on the couch without waking up covered in a blanket because Hosea will never risk them being cold.

No matter what time of night he is contacted Hosea will drag himself out of bed to pick up whichever of his wayward children has gotten lost/drunk from whatever address they have send him.

Hosea drops off food whenever one of the gang move out because learning to budget in modern era is a burden even to those who grew up in modern era. He will always include a borderline dismissive note of 'Bessie made too much' despite the fact a) he is the primary cook after he learns to use modern appliances and b) he always makes their favorite meal.

Hosea remembers everyone's favorite snacks and will go out of the house with the sole purpose of picking them up when someone is having a tough time.

If someone is interrupted, he will ask them to continue the story after the interruption is over. This includes Sean, who is garbage at telling stories and will tell four stories the story he is trying to tell reminded him of.

Due to convincing himself he is too old to work and not really willing to learn about modern era Hosea is a house husband. Scolding people for walking over freshly mopped floors, cooking dinner (mostly olde time recipes he barely adapts to modern ingredients), sitting down reading definitely not waiting for the sound of Bessie getting home.

Being too enthusiastic about any of the gang's achievements, no matter how slight. Embarrassingly enthusiastic. Applauded the first time Arthur successfully parallel-parked. Stands up and shouts 'that's my son!' every single time Lenny gets another certificate/degree.

Insists on walking everyone down the aisle if they decide to get married. Cries every single time. Almost buckled over in tears when John and Abigail were married in modern era because they both asked him to walk them down the aisle. To be fair no one cried as hard as Arthur, who needed a 'smoke break' in the middle of them saying their vows.

If someone is having an obvious quiet but doesn't necessarily want to be alone moment he will make hot cocoa and ask what is going on. Maybe it's the inner conman or maybe he is just more trustworthy post-timewarp but he is very good at getting people to talk about what's bothering them especially when they can't fully articulate it. He knows all the gang's secrets and will take them to the grave (well, next grave.)

Will remember that cool thing someone pointed out while shopping and secretly buy it as a gift. However he is useless at waiting until gift-giving occasions so it's just weeks later 'surprise! here's that thing you wanted. Don't ask what I paid for it'. (because he didn't)

Constantly tells people he's proud of them. Regrets not saying it more in canon era. Esp Arthur and John but tells everyone he's proud of the people they're becoming/became. To the point it almost feels insincere but the smile promises it's genuine every time.

[enoughyi]

#18: Felled Sick

Ship: Imelda x Poppy x Julia

Rating: M for period sickness??

Imelda: The baby. Demands the entire bed and a blanket to hug, the slight elevation of her pelvis eases her back pain. If she isn't walking or riding off the period sickness, lies in bed and whimper. She needs a soup, a spasm-relieving medicine, and someone to bother because as much as she's miserable she's also bored. Give her titty and look in her staring eyes until she falls asleep. She doesn't eat well on the first two days and will attack the kitchen on the third; she just might over-indulge and fall sick again, from eating too much this time. If she is stuck in bed with Poppy, she bites into her soft muscles and relaxes to light caressing massage to her lower back; she has nothing to say as she's pushed into Poppy's chest and what air she has she spends breathing. If she's stuck with Julia, she complains she's too bony and doesn't constitute a tall pillow and is also too petite to be entrapped with a horny but impaled demon and isn't helping relieving the stress at all; Julia threatens to leave and Imelda immediately changes the tone. Despite being in so much pain, Imelda's all right on the 3d day.

Poppy: The one who doesn't notice until it's too late. Asked Julia to help with the calendar to avoid waking up to messes because she just doesn't feel it as pain. She is dizzy, anemic and swollen at the joints but never pierced through the stomach; however, the lack of spasm evidently leads to a pile of the dirty blood cloths in the restroom. The girls are worried she could be sick but anyone they consulted claimed Poppy just needed more water or, if she's severely de-blooded, a sip of the blood-replenishing potion—of which they have an abandon at home due to their jobs. Poppy prefers to spend these days—a whole week—as close to home as possible, afraid she could upset someone at work or worse, beasts and pets. At home, she doesn't lay in bed; she strolls about instead, as it helps to reduce the swell, but she doesn't mind a lengthy cuddle or better, a massage. She likes Julia's hands more, her bony fingers penetrate deeper into her muscles and it's also an opportunity to thank Julia for her cooking as apparently, at school, when she was as slim as her, the sick days used to be quite painful. And if it's Imelda insisted to help her, she is playing with her like a dough and it never stops to bring a smile on her lips.

Julia: The actively dying. Terrible headaches, bone aches, can't move on the especially bad days and may cry herself to sleep. Clings to anyone alive in the room; seeks the titty not out of boredom but out of comfort searching. Requires a lot of heat as she looses quite a lot of blood; has to take blood-replenishing potions. If not for her injury, she would've lived through the sick days relatively unscathed but alas, it made her pain debilitating enough to keep her bedridden and weak for few days each month. She doesn't always have a chance to sleep through the worst of it; pain-relieving potions work on her but she hates the taste. Can only take liquid or mushy foods. Imelda calls her princess, Poppy berates her, Imelda retorts it's done in the most truthful sense; Julia tells them to be off with it, laughing causes her abdomen to hurt. Can develop body temperature in winter. Period sleep is also the tightest she has; and it is devoid of dreams.

[motorclit]

Honestly, I wouldn't mind my muž and me living with my parents if the house was 2 stories tall. This way I won't have to hear the westerns/cop shows/Tim Allen sitcoms on full blast or dad deciding to blare faux news.

But more importantly, I wouldn't have to worry about my parents overhearing me trying to use any of my toys on myself.

This farmhouse is one story with hollow doors, the living room is right down the hall, and my dad will sometimes sit in total silence and it makes me wonder if he's trying to listen for anything to validate what faux news tells him about "ppl like me." (Aka not like him)

He blames a LOT of my views being different from his on "that damned school" when he won't tell me if it's the Art Institute or the community college, won't explain, and keeps forgetting that I stopped attending school back in 2014 because I couldn't afford it anymore. He blames college because of "Marxist college professors" or whatever faux news is trying to spin anymore.

My mom doesn't buy into that (despite her being a big cheetoh supporter) and when even she asked him wtf he was talking about, dad couldn't back up what he meant, got up, and quickly said he's gonna go for a drive. And that's all he ever said when we kept asking him what he meant by "its that damned school" when I tried to explain that you can't just have any ol' epipen handy for any and all allergic reactions (and mom backed me up on that!) (The topic was about me possibly going to get tested to see if I'm allergic to yellowjacket/any hymenopteran venom because my jeda (grandfather, dad's side) nearly died from a sting)

So he left and went for maybe a 15 minute or so drive. Because he was picking an argument that wasn't needed because he has faux news brainrot. He LITERALLY RAN AWAY FROM A DISCUSSION when asked to explain what he meant after using a very common r*ght w*ng talking point.

Not the first time he's blamed "that damned school" because one day when he and my muž went to pick up groceries (before my muž could drive yet), they were talking about my health and concerns for my food choices (endometriosis has limited me on what I can eat), but despite how often I've explained to dad based off of VERY PAINFUL TRIAL AND ERROR EXPERIENCES, my dad growls put to my muž "it's that DAMNED SCHOOL!" and when he asks my dad what that had to do with anything, dad wanted to change the subject.

Ppl like my dad will repeat talking points spoonfed to him by faux news, but can NEVER EVER explain the logic behind ANY of it. And they'd rather physically leave or change the subject. (Btw, I'm doing better health-wise.)

So I'm absolutely terrified if being overheard.

But at the same time, my dad does NOT wanna see or hear anything that reminds him that I, his daughter, am an adult woman. The topic of periods bothers him just enough for him to have a fit when I use his bathroom and throw my used pads (wrapped up in the wrapper of the fresh one btw) into the kitchen garbage because someone is showering in the other bathroom.

He complains he doesn't wanna have to see it, can NEVER explain why, and then claims "it STINKS, can't you smell it?" He gets pissed when my muž tells him no. My dad insists used pads stink when he has NEVER said this before. (I dunno if his propaganda channel has caused him to associate menstrual products with "the liberal/communist/democrat/socialist agenda" or what)

Faux news has worked him up just enough to where he sometimes looks for a fight to vent out the manufactured outrage they dish out to him. The guy doesn't socialize unless we have guests and then he'll hog the guests including any of our friends who visit. (Why yes, my dad absolutely is a miserable bastard, cuz he has no hobbies, wears almost colorless clothing, and refuses to wear t-shirts with anything on them because he's "not paid to advertise for them")

So I wonder if he would confront me with whatever lies and bullshit he cooks up in his head if he finds out I have toys, or if he'll be too traumatized to say anything.

I think it could be the latter because my dad once talked about free speech, freedom in this country, and it led to something about how because it's his house, he can barge in on me without knocking, and he got really REALLY embarrassed when I challenged him on that going, "What if you did that one day and I'm knuckle-deep in myself?" Cuz I don't give a shit about mentioning that and basically use the shock of reality that his daughter is an adult with needs now to get the point across.

So now my dad barely enters the hall half the time when he wants to see me/call me out of my room about something, or texts me. It's RARE he approaches my door now.

Because he used to tell me "you're just like your mother" when I'm being difficult, but here's the thing: my mom hardly had much of a sex drive, and my mom says that my dad "doesnt have an off button". I showed I have a strong one, consistently, and without shame through my choice of words, and thus i dont have an "off button" like my mom. So he realizes he's not dealing with a younger version of the woman he married. He's dealing with an adult offspring that has the elements of both his wife AND himself. And I believe that's what scares him---a woman version of himself with the boldness and I'm-not-taking-your-shit attitude of my mom.

To top it off, I not only have some of their elements that they see in one another, yet my views are wildly different from them. They legit *do not* know what to make of me, ESPECIALLY when I remind them of my views and that I'm NOT a liberal or a democrat.

But goddamn, do I wish I had guaranteed privacy. I wish I had a better way of muffling the sound of my damn toys. I can't use music because music is way too distracting.

I just hope that with my mom's new work schedule, she and dad visit her sister on the weekends more. Cuz we really don't need my dad possibly realizing my muž and I are enjoying one another and then dad hollering down the hall that he needs my muž's help. My dad would be petty like that.

Although, if he catches on and then WE catch on, we can tell my dad to wait until I'm done (I take forever 😭). Cuz I got no problem making my dad uncomfortable when the occasion calls for it. I just don't wanna have to. I'm sick of feeling rushed to try and take care of certain needs. Ugh...

[yunkiwii]

breakfast in bed

pairing: bf!wooyoung x fem!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none

wc: ~1.2k

requested: by @tinkerbellwoo ♡

a/n: so so so sorry sweetie for taking this long!!! i had another version of this but i hated it so much that i decided not to post anything until i liked what i was writing. but it is here now and i hope you enjoy it! ♡

summary: y/n is sick and whiny, not wanting to leave bed, but her sweet boyfriend wooyoung is ready to take care of her the best he can. (spoiler alert: she will be babied)

A sudden clarity hits your face, warming up your left cheek, and the soft voice of your boyfriend drags you out of a weird post-apocalyptic dream you were having, starring some actor from a movie you both saw on the previous night. You whine, not only because you didn't want that much sunlight on your face as soon as you wake up, but also because of the heaviness of your aching body, and so you pull up the duvet to cover up your face in hope that would protect you from at least one of the things that were bothering you.

You hear Wooyoung chuckle as you feel the mattress sink behind you, one of his hands pulling the covers off your face slowly before placing a kiss on your forehead, "How are you feeling? Your skin is burning again..."

"It hurts...", you pout at him, voice raspy and low, another consequence of your recently acquiered flu. "Can I just stay in bed all day?", you close your eyes and lean your head against his thigh as he begins to caress your hair softly.

"I'm sorry but you can't baby, you should real-"

"Why Woo? Why?", you whine dramatically as you turn to lay on your back and look at your boyfriend's smiley face hovering over you and blocking the sunlight. It was a wonderful view, one you thought should be a famous painting in a luxurious museum, so ethereal looking you almost forgot about the pain and gave him a faint smile, but just for one second.

"Please, I swear it hurts! I won't be able to walk, I swear!", and you're back at your dramatic act, whining and pouting at your boyfriend who tried, unsuccessfully, to get you out of bed. Even though you weren't in as much pain as you claimed to be, you were still feeling cumbersome, and if you felt this uncomfortable in the most comfortable place of your house you sure didn't want to know how you'd feel some place else.

Giving in to your pleas, Wooyoung leaves to get you some food, and you smile as you hear the tinkling of dishes back in the kitchen, wondering what kind of pancakes he is making. Will they be simple? Will they have strawberries? Or blueberries? The thought alone of all the options made you droole a little and your stomach grunted from hunger.

As soon as you hear his steps getting closer to the bedroom door, slowly as you assumed by the dragging sound his loose slippers made on the wooden floor, you sit straight up leaning your back against the headboard, feeling your stomach grunt once more.

But your excitment soon turns into disappointment, your wide smile falls into a pout as you see your boyfriend steadily carrying a tray that, to your dismay, does not have a plate full of pancakes and exotic fruits. In fact, you couldn't spot anything remotely sweet at all!

"Why does my pancake look like soup?", you furrow your brows and scrunch your nose while Wooyoung lets out an excruciating loud laugh at your question.

"Because soup has all the vitamins you need," he sets the tray carefully on your lap before sitting next to you under the covers, "and besides, I made it myself. Just for you." He widens his eyes at this last sentence, almost as if threatening you with his love and affection, portrayed by the green homemade soup in front of you.

"But pancakes taste better you know? And soup isn't breakfast suiting...", you exchange disgusted looks between the soup and your boyfriend who now is rolling his eyes at you as he picks up the spoon and delicatly fills it before facing you again.

"If you're acting like a baby, then I guess I will have to treat you like one." He chuckles, and a grin appears on his lips when you relunctantly give in, letting the boy feed you the so unwanted soup. You hated to - and would never - admit how much you actually liked being taken care of by your boyfriend. The same way he would never admit how much he liked to take care of you, despite hating seeing you in pain.

The way he would cook for you, leaving to the side the ingredients he knew you either disliked or were possibly allergic to, the way he caressed your hair and skin as he hummed one of your favourite songs next to your ear, the way he was simply there with you, for you, whether it was to scold you for not taking enough care of your health, whether it was to comfort you; all these things warmed your heart, making you feel at home and forgetting for splits of seconds how much your body ached and weighted.

Your lips draw a smile as the spoon is dropped into the empty bowl, stretching your arms as further into the air as possible before wrapping them around Wooyoung's torso, "You know what would be gre-"

"No (y/n)," he cuts you off mid-sentence, fully aware of what you want from him, "I won't make you pancakes and bring them to bed! You can go eat them in the kitchen," you squint your eyes at him still not convinced to leave bed, and he kisses the top of your head, lingering there for a while before pulling away and looking at you disgusted, "after you shower!"

"Hey!" you pull away from him to slap his arm, but the sudden movement and loud squeal makes you burst into a coughing fit, unabling you to defend yourself from the subtle - not so subtle - accusation.

"I love you, but you stink...", the boy gets up from the bed heading towards the door with his nose scrunched, stopping before leaving to look at your miserable state once more, "You know you had a fever right? And it won't do you any better to stay there all day, wrapped in sweaty sheets and clothes."

You knew he was right, your night was hell and the fever made you sweat your bedsheets like crazy. You did need a shower, specially considering that the annoying wave of heat and cold shivers was threatening to come back and haunt you again.

But you didn't want to let Wooyoung win this easily, not without having something in your favour and so, you made him promise to bake you your favourite pancakes afterwards and eat them with you, snuggled up on the couch as he reads a random book from your shelf for you.

It wasn't an easy task convincing him, or so he made it seem to you. He was in the kitchen when you suggested that plan, therefore you didn't catch how brightly he smiled before biting his bottom lip, thinking of a way to not give in right away, even though all he could think about was the scent of your freshly washed hair against his shoulders, his left arm wrapped around your waist as his hand draws circles on your thigh, feeling your breathing calming down as you struggle more and more to keep your eyes open, lulled by his sweet voice reading you the tales of some modern days princess who doesn't need a prince.

And you would've been that princess, if Wooyoung weren't the prince.

[delirious-comfort]

I got off work a bit late, so I just had dinner. A turkey sandwich, because I couldn't be bothered with cooking or waiting on a delivery.

Shit outta luck, though staking out lesbians sounds more interesting. I was trying to sensor myself. :]

I wish. Alas, I have no one but myself to blame for the transition from fun to boring and miserable. The pay is better, but with each passing day, I am seeing it is not worth it.

Ah yes. I have acquired a nice collection of paper cuts, made all the more pesky each time I use hand sanitizer. I'm just not that kind of masochist. The temptation to throw all the stacks of paper has been alarmingly frequent, though.

That is tragic. Poor food indeed. At least you still have the other half?

I will probably use one of your ideas for sure. You're helpful; I appreciate that. No to tuna, though. I will only bring ketchup into the mix if the fries absolutely suck. If the fries are good, there's no need for it.

Ooh, English teacher. That was my one of my best subjects, back in the day. I'm sorry depression got a hold on you. I can't say I know exactly what toll it's taken on you or anyone else despite dealing with my own, but I know a little of the havoc it can wreak on your mind. Middle schoolers would drive anyone mad. You were brave to go for that age group. A book! And I don't own it! What is it? (I'm sorry I live under a rock and tend to miss a lot)

30 minutes? I feel like I'm monopolizing your time now. And wow, you're a bigger night owl than me.

Sucking on lettuce doesn't sound like a good time.

I like games, I just haven't really played any in ages. What are your favorites?

Turkey sandwich sounds yum. Hope it was good.  Ah. See. I never would have thought it means shit outta luck. The most obvious option and I didn’t think of it :( But yes, staking out lesbians is always fun. Not that I ever do it. But I should. Once in a while. For scientific reasons. I think. I say if it’s not worth it, should definitely throw the paper pile. Even if it’s right before the weekend. And you have to clean it up yourself. It’ll feel totally glorious for about ten seconds. If you’re lucky and it’s a lot of paperwork, you might feel that euphoria for a whole thirty seconds. And vindication! Maybe throw in a Xena yell. And then go home quickly so you don’t have to deal with it until you return after the weekend.  Oh, you don’t like seafood. I forgot. Oop. I shall try and remember! Probably for the best, chicken is the supreme protein anyway. I really love chicken. In case you still couldn’t tell.  Hm. The book is Shadow Haven, but in book form. It got published by Ylva couple of years ago. I don’t actually know from which fandom you’ve been fangirling :P if it’s SQ you’ll probably know Shadow Haven, if it’s not, then you won’t. Or you hate SH, which is also valid enough. It’s not everyone’s cup of tea and it shouldn’t be! And no, not monopolizing my time. It was cold and I was burrito’d in bed and that made it really awkward to type on my phone. Besides, I like this whole thing. It’s a fun part of my day.  Hm, games. Let’s see. If it’s like board/family games, I really like monopoly. Although, lately I’m liking it a little less because I play it with my niece a lot and she gets so offended when she doesn’t win. And she does this pouty thing when you have to trade with her and it makes me give her shit for free. I think she’s playing me, though. Little shit. I love her, though. She’s learned from the best :P PC games I really like story rich games. Or brain popcorn games. I played House Flipper for a while, because it required zero brain power and just required my w+e keys and my finger to click my house over and over again. It was nice. But now I’m sorta over it. So now I’m playing Destiny 2, because I like the pewpew sound it makes. I don’t really know what the story is, or what I’m supposed to be doing. But it’s fun and keeps me entertained.  Other than that, these are the games currently installed on my PC:  Raft - Spellbreak - Destiny 2 - House Flipper - Genshin Impact - Stardew Valley - My Time at Porta - Minecraft - The Elder Scrolls Online - Assassin’s Creed Odyssey - Fortnite - Overwatch - Grand Theft Auto V - Defiance 90% of them I don’t play or I play them very sporadically xD And the common thread in the games above is most have fishing, and for some dumb reason I really like to fish in games? It’s so chill to do.  I can’t think of a question to ask back. Uh. How’s your day going? Do you have weekend or does the life of a IT / paper goddess never end?  Meep meep.