#im itchy and in pain and my nose is blocked

[milf-harrington]

oh tonights going to be fucking miserable

[kpopsickies]

hey there, don't know if you write for ateez but if you do, I would like to request a sick whining wooyoung with a cough with caretaker jongho who's quite a germo but can't resist taking care of him cause he sounds so bad <3 (sorry if it's long or too specific 🥺

sorry that its kinda short

Sickie: Wooyoung

Caretaker: Jongho

Wooyoung p.o.v

I wish I could have enjoyed my day off like my members all were. But unfortunately I was cursed with the most worthless immune system ever and instead was spending it sick. Thankfully it was more of a bad cold than anything, but I still was annoyed. I woke up with a headache, a sore and itchy throat and a blocked, stuffy nose. I trudged downstairs, groaning softly at the spinning in my head. Downstairs I only saw Jongho, "Where's everyone else?" I asked, cringing at ow my voice sounded. I must have startled the maknae because his head turned quickly to look at me. "good morning hyung, they all left already. I didn't really want to do anything so I stayed behind." I nodded, clearing my throat, trying to fight a cough. "you okay hyung?" Jongho asked, looking worried. "yeah, just a little cold" I admitted sniffling lightly. "oh" he looked a bit uneasy, when I suddenly remembered how nervous the maknae was about germs. "Shit!" I said, stepping back from Jongho. Im sorry I forgot

"Its okay hyung" he said softly, I turned as far away from him as I possibly could and ducked as far into my elbow as physically possible and coughed, the coughs hurt my chest and caused my already aching head to throb with the feelinh. "Woo? Are you okay?" I nodded, my eyes pricked with tears, a combination of the force of the cough and the pain. "how long have you been sick for?"

"woke up like this" I said, coughing through the words. I heard movement coming from the maknae, and was shocked when I felt his hand on my shoulder. "bed time hyung" I shook my head, "Jonho, I'm okay"

"I cant leave you alone like this, you're obviously sick"

"But you dont like germs."

"I know. But I also cant bring myself to abandon you when you're obviously sick."

I shook my head, "I'll be ok-hhtch! Htchh" I said getting as a far away from him as I could, "bless you" he gently patted my shoulder. 

"I'll be okay Jongho, trust me. I'll take care of myself"

"I know you can, but it's not fair to ask you to, especially when you're sick" 

"But I-"

"Hyung it's fine. You guys have taken care of me so many times. Let me return the favor" I nodded, feeling a bit unsure, "go to the couch, I'll get you medicine and stuff" I nodded and did as he instructed. 

Jongho p.o.v 

I hurried to the bathroom and washed my hands all the way up to my elbows, I forced myself to breathe, genuinely scared. But I knew Wooyoung needed me. I put a mask on and grabbed the medicine that he needed plus a box of tissues and some water. I went to the living room. "Hey hyung" he looked up at me, I noticed how pale he was. "Here" I set the medicine and water on the table and slid the tissue box next to him. "Thanks" he swallowed the medicine then blew his nose. He went to set the tissue down on the couch, "don't do that" I said quickly, hoping I didn't sound too panicked, "I'll get a bag for the trash" 

I brought him a bag and he put the tissue in it, and set it opposite of me on the couch. "So I got a text from Seonghwa, him and Hongjoong will be home soon" Wooyoung said, he coughed after, thankfully turning very far from me. "Okay, do you know when?" I asked, hoping I didn't sound too anxious. "I think he said 15 minutes" I nodded, "I'm sorry that I'm not very good at takong care of people." 

"Jongho it's okay. You've already done amazing. I know it's not easy for you. Remind you I owe you dinner when I feel better" he smiled, "just doing my job" I shook my head, "you've done more than that" I smiled, he shrugged. "Glad I could help" 

[jiamour]

christmas in july

pairing: johnny x reader 

genre: fluff

word count: 2k

summary: domestic christmas dad johnny, that’s it, that’s the summary

a/n: i wrote this two years ago so its not great and its bullet point which is annoying but im posting it because i was thinking about domestic dad johnny

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“suh soojin stop throwing snow at your brother we have to go!” you spoke loud and stern trying to get everyone in order because you were already late

you were going to the christmas concert in the park that started 10 minutes ago

you had everything perfectly planned out

or at least you did until your son, hyungsik, refused to leave the house without hot chocolate

or your daughter somehow breaking all of your thermoses the night before while having a tea party

or your fucking husband johnny who existed only to wreak havoc and start a seemingly endless snowball fight

you felt johnny’s arms wrap around your waist and his head rest on your shoulder

“come on yn they’re kids let them play” he hummed into your ear his tone smooth and sweet

“no” you shook him off and walked towards your kids clapping your hands as you spoke “we have to go i am not missing the concert for the fifth year in a row because of you guys”

finally they listened, swishing their mittens together to get rid of the snow and running off in front of you with their infinite supply of energy

you lived in a small town so the concert was about a 10 minute walk away if your family didn’t decide to take any detours

something of which was inevitable

you were stopped first to buy santa hats for the whole family which johnny said we’re absolutely essential

then obviously you needed candy canes

and of course marshmallows for the hot chocolate

but other than that it was a no distractions walk

you walked into the park and to your relief the band was still playing christmas music that you’ve already heard 1000 times that month

you and johnny sat on a hay bale set out as seats at the very back while your kids played in the snow right behind you

you listened intently as a loud rock version of deck the halls blasted from the speakers on the small stage

for about 3 minutes

and then the song ended

the lead singer took the mic off the stand and began to speak once the scattered applause from the frozen people in front of you ended

“that’s the end of our show thank you so much for coming. merry christmas everyone”

they left the stage

your head dropped into your hands

you had missed another year

at this point you don’t know why you kept trying

johnny softly moved your hands away from your face and lifted your chin so your eyes met his

“next year okay” he said in a soft mutter, his nose and cheeks tinted pink from the cold

you nodded with a sigh and went to get up and walk all the way back home

before you could move johnny grabbed the ends of your scarfs and pulled you into him

he kissed you softly trying to cheer you up

and of course it was working

even though it was happening while you were sitting on itchy cold hay and groups of loud people were leaving around you

it was nice

or at least it was until your daughter chucked a snowball at the both of you

when you turned to look at her she was glaring a hand on her hips “there’s children around, y’know! no one wants to see that!”

ah the homemade cock blocks strike again

johnny leaned down and rolled up a snowball with his bare hands tossing it back at your daughter

“this means war soojin” he said in a over expressive triumphant voice making your daughter laugh and begin to stock pile snow balls into her pockets so she could have quick ammo

johnny got up from the hay bale and ran towards your son getting an “alliance” as he called it before picking him up on his shoulders handing him snowballs so he could throw at both you and soojin

one badly aimed snowball by johnny went flying past you and hit an old lady in the distance who glared back in surprise

when her eyes met his he ran.

child on his shoulders and all

“sorry” you waved to her hearing an angry mutter in response

your head fell into you hands again

once again your childish husband embarrassed you in front of the whole town

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it was 9pm when you got off work and driving home in the snow was a pain

it was almost pitch black when you pulled up to your house, you sighed as you got out of your car hating the extreme cold

you hit your boots against the edge of the door to get the snow off before opening the door and entering your warm cozy house

while you were gone johnny and the kids had decorated it

which is why it looked a little bit of a mess

but you still loved it

shivering from the chill of the cold you shrugged of your jacket and took off your boots

quiet christmas music played in the front room where you assumed johnny was still decorating

a box sat on the stairs filled with decoration so you decided to help

you were about half way through the box when you heard johnny’s angelic voice begin to sing

outshining the song on the radio

“oh holy night, the stars are brightly shining”

his voice made your heart skip a beat

it was so peaceful and beautiful that you didn’t want to interrupt

you continued decorating swaying to the music as you went along

“fall on your knees, oh hear the angels voices. o night divine, o night when christ was born”

how did you get so lucky

eventually his voice brought you closer to him wanting to hear more

he was hanging the last of the decorations on the tree not hearing you come in

quietly you walked over and hugged him from behind, arms around his waist and cheek against his back

he jumped a little but relaxed into your touch

to your dismay his singing stopped leaving only the quiet radio

“hey baby” he hummed turning around so he could hug you back and rest his head on top of yours

“keep singing” your voice was slightly muffled from the sweater on his chest “you’re going to make me a christian”

he laughed and paused for a second listening to the song before singing again

“chains shall he break for the slave is our brother and in his name all oppression shall cease” he sung beautifully swaying both of you slowly back and forth

“fall on your knees, oh hear the angel voices o night divine, o night when christ was born o night divine, o night, o night divine” the calm aura and his honey smooth voice made your eyes droop and his arms tighten around you pulling you even closer

he kissed the top of your head before singing again until the song ended

“i love you a lot” you hummed into his chest and you felt his heart speed up as well as his small loving chuckle

“i love you too”

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johnny took a sip of coffee adjusting his over sized and useless glasses as if they actually helped him see (he claimed they made him look like an intellectual) as he looked through the flyers

he shifted the flyer over to you pointing to a robot at the top “don’t you think hyungsik would love that”

“johnny we got all their gifts, we still need to get something for your parents and we’re already over budget” you yawned out rubbing your tired eyes and taking a sip of your own coffee to try to wake you more

“but yn~” he whined, even though he was a grown adult and you couldn’t help but roll your eyes “okay, i don’t appreciate the sass”

“you’re such a child” you scolded playfully and kissed his pouting lips

“don’t you want our creations to be happy baby” he asked still pouting despite the the kiss, holding the flyer right in front of your face

“oh my god fine” you huffed grabbing the flyer and folding it up, he did a silent cheer “but you have to find something under $50 for your parents”

“that’s fine my mom just knitted you an ugly sweater” he said laughing at the end and your mouth fell open in a shocked oh

“MY MOM KNITTED YOU AN UGLY SWEATER TOO” you yelled out happily, hoping you didn’t wake the kids

“we’re going to look so awful this christmas” johnny laughed out “this is amazing”

“i can’t believe your mom hates me that much” you laughed as well, taking a bite of toast

“what? no. she doesn’t hate you, she just loves knitting” johnny stole the toast out of your hands and took a bite but after a second he choked “wait a minute..”

“does that mean your mom hates me?” he cried out a frown gracing his face “i thought we had something special”

you shook your head in response “she doesn’t hate you she’s just pretty sure you’re an alien and she doesn’t trust you”

“yn what the fuck”

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he had strategically planned this out

watching your patterns when you walked through the house

analyzing trends and odds to figure out where to put it

well actually he just placed mistletoe everywhere

obnoxious christmas music blasted through your house 

people were everywhere with mugs of eggnog and hot chocolate

his plan was perfect

and yet he couldn’t find you

“what are you doing man?” mark came up to johnny who was standing alone placing his left hand on johnny's shoulder, a mug in his other

“searching,” johnny answered immediately his eyes refusing to stop scanning the room to look at mark

mark hummed in response then took his hand away from johnny’s shoulder “wait, why?” 

“i had a perfect plan and it’s getting ruined” johnny muttered frustrated watching another couple kiss under the mistletoe he had set up for you

finally he spotted you happily talking to some friends a small smile grew on his face now that he could go through with his plan

he watched you move around the room from friend to friend beautifully smiling and laughing making his heart skip a beat

“dad,” soojin whined, tugging on his sleeve to get his attention but he didn’t break his eyes away from you

“not now soojin, daddy is plotting” he said a mischievous smile on his face

“you’re so weird” she mumbled before walking away a wave of her hand over her shoulder

it took a few minutes for mark to catch on to what was happening

“you are aware she’s your wife, and this plan is stupid, right?” mark teased

“and your opinion is unwanted” johnny responded

just when he did, your head turned to him having felt eyes on you

you met his eyes and smiled softly, waving, making his knees feel weak, still not used to your charms after all these years

as soon as you stopped talking to the guests johnny walked over to you and tried to gesture you into directions were mistletoe hung but each time you turned and went the wrong way

he didn’t know what he did wrong

he thought he planned this perfectly

but nothing was working out

you noticed johnny’s plan after the first few small pushes in the direction of the mistletoe and from that point on you tried to tease him

you saw his frustration and pout growing as well as him trying to hide his disappointment at the same time

you made sure to avoid the mistletoe the entire time

by the end of the night johnny had given up and stuck to just holding your hand sadly

together you said goodbye to the guest as the all left

mark patting johnny on the back saying a “better luck next time buddy” before leaving

johnny sighed when everyone was gone and began to walk back into the house to clean up

“hey johnny” you spoke quickly before he could walk away gaining his attention

on your tip toes you attempted to hold mistletoe that you had stolen from the walls over his head

he smiled so brightly when he saw immediately falling into a kiss with you

you couldn’t have wished for a better christmas

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[dustingrayves]

Garden

Characters: Esper Rating: T/M WC: 1222 TWs: body horror, character death Notes: a happy birthday to my bestest friend @dezimaton!!! im love you so so much!!!! ♡♡♡♡♡

It starts out as a soft itch.

At the back of his neck, just under the hem of his suit, his skin is itchy, and for the love of him, he can’t do anything with it. After a full hour of fruitlessly scratching at it, he concludes that his best bet is to ignore the feeling until it finally decides to go away.

Except that doesn’t happen.

He stands by the ruins of what had once been the Grenore manor, heart pumping a mile an hour and his neck keeps itching. As he’s stepping through another portal, coordinates recalculated based on the fact that this had been another wrong timeline, his fingers find something on his nape.

It’s lodged in his skin, like a piece of debris, and when he tugs at it, it hurts. The more he pulls, the more it hurts, and yet it doesn’t give way.

Reduced to heaving breaths and pained hisses, Esper gives up, rubbing the pads of his gloved fingers over the bump over and over. What in the hell could it be?

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He learns all too soon. Hopping from timeline after timeline, getting more and more desperate and disappointed in himself, the itch spreads like plague, down his neck, around his ear, even over his back.

There’s a whole lot of… something… protruding from his skin.

Although they only make themselves visible after about a week. From the juncture of his jacket on his shoulder, a small black flower peeks out.

He thinks it’s gotten stuck there from the field or some other place, but when he tries brushing it off with his hand, it stays, stubbornly holding on.

The boy frowns and grabs the whole flower head between his fingers, tugging it out. A bolt of searing, white-hot pain rushes through him, scalding his whole body as if someone was trying to pull his whole arm out of its socket.

Screaming unconsciously, he grips at the shoulder, taking deep, ragged breaths until it calms down and he’s left with nothing but the phantom twitching in his limbs as a reminder.

He looks down at the flower.

The flower stares back, peeking just as innocently from within his armor.

Something is wrong. Something is terribly, terribly wrong.

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He doesn’t try pulling it out again, doesn’t try it with any of the other ones that sprout out. There’s a patch running down the back of his neck and he can feel them under his jacket whenever he moves his upper torso. There’s the one in his shoulder, now accompanied by a couple more, running down the magenta crack of his jacket. And now there’s also a few lining the Moonstone in his chest, seemingly reflecting its faint flow on their dark petals. They almost, almost seem purple when he looks down at them.

But he can feel them on the inside as well, now.

Their roots are lodged inside of him, running through his muscles, gripping at his veins, tearing into flesh. The itch keeps spreading steadily and he’s sure more flowers are sprouting as he’s moving.

They pull at his skin as he fights, make him lose focus completely sometimes as the pain and discomfort get too much.

One after another they pop up, just like they would on a grassy field with the start of spring. They encompass the whole Moonstone, lem it like a decorative frame. They travel up his neck, around his scar, up his jaw and lodge themselves even on his cheek.

Sometimes when he runs his tongue over the inside of it, he can feel where the roots are, bunched up in one spot and spreading like a web of plague.

His saliva is tinged with herbs.

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He can’t see.

Blossoms cover the entire left side of his face, running over the bridge of his nose and over the other eye as well. There’s so many, big and small alike, a big patch all over his face. Even if he could still open his eyes, all he could see would be green and black.

But he can’t anyway; they’re obstructed by the roots dug into his eyelids, holding his eyes permanently shut. Sometimes he can feel the roots as they try and sneak their way into his eyeballs, and somehow, it’s the worst feeling of them all.

Even the ones that encircle his whole neck in a mockery of a noose and dig into his windpipe so he has trouble breathing sometimes aren’t that bad.

He gasps for breath, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Black bile, full of small, colorless seeds rests in a messy puddle before him, dripping from his chin even still. He feels nauseous.

His body is fatigued, barely holding itself on his thinning legs. It feels like his flower-coated knees could buckle from underneath him any moment, and here and there they do, and he can’t pick himself up from the ground for hours. He’s forced to lay down on the ground and think about how he’ll end up just like that, immobile garden for the flowers even after his death.

It isn’t a pleasant thought.

He tries his best to stay on his feet.

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He wonders what he looks like now.

He wonders whether his skin, pale to begin with, is now even whiter, or whether it’s a bit green now, or even tinted black. He wonders if his hair is still the same, even if he can feel the longer stems on flowers bouncing against his head whenever he moves it. He wonders what his face looks like now, almost completely coated with the flowers.

There’s a tiny bit of skin that’s still free, on the side of his left cheek, but he doubts it’ll stay like that for much longer.

There’s even a flower lodged on his tongue. It numbs the organ and he can’t quite feel it anymore. The flower had probably killed it off by now.

He longs to reach up and feel for himself, whether it’s still inside of his mouth or whether it’s rotten off, but his hands don’t cooperate, no matter how hard he wills them to. All they do is twitch by his sides uselessly, barely feeling the cold ground underneath. They’re coated in more flowers than glove.

He has to strain himself to even breathe. The roots merge together and dig straight through his windpipe, blocking off the bigger part of it. Even his lungs feel like they’re filled with feeds, and hell, maybe they are. He has no way of confirming it.

Everything hurts. The breathing, the moving, and even if he doesn’t do either, it still hurts.

He thinks he’s actually hurting more than he feels. So much of his body is numbed; his fingers, his face, his stomach… He can’t feel his legs altogether. They’re probably nothing but moulds of compost.

He tries to form words, to call for help, but his tongue feels foreign in his mouth as he moves it — hey, it’s still there — and he can’t move his lips to articulate properly. All that comes out is a choked sob.

This is how Edward Grenore ends, powerless and unable to move, slowly devoured by his mother’s favorite subject of study.

If he wasn’t choking, he would laugh at the irony.