#it made my fever 10x worse

[j4r-of-flies]

I’ve had the worst day ever I came home early because I was dying all I need is a big hug from my moots in these trying times ❤️‍🩹

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Hellish Fevers

Desc: It's flu season in the Devildom. Good thing Beelzebub is here to be your caretaker (and your personal space heater)

Pairing: Beelzebub (Obey Me!) x GN!Reader

Tags: Literally just fluff. Beel also makes a bad joke about eating you.

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A/n: This has been brewing for like two weeks now? Funnily enough I finished this while recovering from a cold.

1:19 AM The clock displays in bold, neon red blocks. You sigh for the millionth time that night, your eyelids aching for rest. But how could you sleep? How could anyone sleep with a fever like this?

If anyone had warned you earlier that flu season was a real thing in the devildom, AND it was 10x worse than a bad cold in the human world, you would’ve stocked up on a pharmacy’s worth of vitamins. But no, here you were, sicker than all hell and damn miserable too.

Your nose felt like someone had plugged it with cotton, and your head felt no better. A raging headache that not even the strongest painkiller could quell.

That was the case until Beelzebub showed up moments later, nearly knocking down your door, his arms filled with items you couldn't make out.

“Why didn't you tell anyone you’re sick?” he asks, setting everything down on your night table. Upon closer inspection, Beelzebub had brought a hot cup of tea, snacks and some more cold medication.

“How did you know I was sick?” You question, watching as he moves to stir some honey into your tea. He wordlessly hands it to you before standing in front of your bed.

“I heard you coughing as I was heading down to the kitchen. You sounded real sick. You look real sick too” Beel states, his large hand resting on your forehead.

“Burning up” He mutters, hand sliding downwards to caress your face gently. A blissful sigh leaves your lips. His hand felt so warm against your skin.

You nuzzle your face into Beelzebub’s hand, desperately chasing after the warmth his body always provides. On any other occasion, you’d be embarrassed about nuzzling up to him like a clingy cat. But hell, you were sicker than ever before, and he willingly played the caretaker role.

“Cold?” He asks, hand resting against your forehead again. You nod, only giving a slight cough and sniffle in response. Beel frowns.

You moan in discontent when the demon pulls his hand away, only to make a slight noise of surprise when he pulls back your bed covers and gestures for you to move over. You shift over to the other side of the bed, giving enough room for the massive demon to slip in beside you.

“I’ll keep you warm if that's okay?”Beelzebub asks as he sits down at the edge of the bed, waiting for your permission. You look up at him, an adorable look of concern plastered on his face.

“But won’t you get sick?” You question, voice muffled as you sip on the tea he brewed for you. Your eyes flutter shut at the way the honey soothes your throat. Beel shakes his head, a gentle smile on his face as he watches you enjoy the tea.

“No, the only thing that makes me sick is Solomon’s cooking. I accidentally ate some of the cookies he made, and I couldn't eat anything for a full twelve hours- it was horrible!” Beel grimaces at the memory. You giggle quietly.

“My condolences for that awful experience” You tease, wincing when your aching throat sends you into a coughing fit. Beel softly rubs your back.

“It’s okay. Now I’ve learned how to spot Solomon’s cooking” He grins. You laugh silently before looking him in the eyes, signalling for him to slide into the bed with you. He takes your cup of tea and places it on the side table.

Beel wordlessly shuffles into the bed with you, his warmth radiating through the bed without him even touching you. He pulls the covers back up to your shoulders.

“Is it okay if I hold you?” He asks, violet eyes looking at you. You nod. He wastes no time pulling you against him. His long, muscular arms hold you securely against his chest. Soft, pleased noises escape your lips as his warmth surrounds your body.

“You’re almost like a cat” Beelzebub comments, snickering quietly. You stare up at him, your tired eyes blinking at him.

“And you’re like a heated blanket” You yawn, face snuggling against his chest. His heartbeat fills your ears. The steady sound of it makes it incredibly hard to stay awake.

It surely doesn’t help when his hand rests against your head, his thumb rubbing gentle circles against your throbbing temple.

“Get some sleep. Your body needs it” He hums, continuing to rub your temple gently. You’re in no position to fight, your body listening to his command.

“Thank you, Beel” You yawn sleepily, shutting your eyes. Beel only hums in response, his chin resting on your shoulder.

The two of you lay there quietly, cuddled in each other's arms. The only sound to be heard is your soft breathing. That is until a grumble from Beel’s stomach meets your ears.

“Sorry...I ate a bunch of Mammon’s hellfire noodles” Beelzebub murmurs. You roll your eyes.

“So long as you don't accidentally eat me, we’re good.”

“Sick humans don't taste good.”

You stiffen in his hold.

“That was just a joke.”

You exhale in relief.

“Kinda...”

“Beelzebub!”

The demon in question only laughs at your scolding, once again reassuring you it was just a poorly attempted joke before telling you to take a nap. Finally, you relax into his arms, allowing sleep to take over your exhausted body. Beelzebub softly smiles as your sleeping form, his hand caressing your back.

“Get better soon, alright?” He mumbles, shutting his own eyes and falling asleep beside you.

[shushiyuii]

Project t0m au vore?

Tommy knows it’s safe but when Wilbur falls into the stomach he freaks out, can include Phil freaking out like when Tommy put wil in his mouth but like 10x worse.

Thx mate :D

You're welcome mate, enjoy :3

Warnings: Soft vore and being overworked

Words: 1.6K

Ever since that nightmare he had, he feels different knowing he was once a human, he feels a bit more aware if that makes sense but overall, still confused, he needed more information on this Tubbo, he seemed so important to him.

He wanted to remember who he was but the only memory he had was of that accident and how he came here, not only that but he needed to try and talk to Phil.

For Wilbur’s sake, he had been seeming more stressed lately, he was doing a lot more experiments on Tommy than usual, not that he minded Wilbur doing it, but he’s been doing it more since he almost spoke that one time.

What Wilbur was actually doing trying to do more research on Tommy, ever since that nightmare Tommy had that nightmare. He had been acting a bit differently, he wanted to see if he could help Tommy understand himself, maybe even talk again!

Not only that but a lot more requests of the research of Tommy’s abilities had been requested with short due dates. Leaving Wilbur, no time to sleep.

For the past 5 days he’s been trying to do more research on Tommy, but with minimal results. He couldn’t understand why nothing was working. He was stressing beyond relief, and Tommy had tried to help him, but he ended up accidentally lashing out at Tommy a couple of times, he didn’t mean to.

It broke his heart to see Tommy so upset. He tried to apologise and make time for him, but everything kept piling up and he simply couldn't handle it.

Phil had noticed this behaviour change and offered to help Wilbur, he flat out refused, but now he was really contemplating actually taking up that offer because honestly, he could use as much help as possible right now.

He sighed looking at the recent document, not many words had been written in this latest state of research and he wasn’t sure there was much to be said. Shortly after, Tommy approached him, slumping on his shoulder and made a low whine.

“Toms, not now, please”. Tommy wrapped his arms around Wilbur in hopes of comforting him, Wilbur sighed and rubbed his hands. “I appreciate you trying to help but it’s not as easy as you think bud”.

Tommy found it unacceptable that Wilbur was overworking himself like this but there was nothing he could- actually… He started to make incoherent noises, which confused the fuck out of Wilbur, he looked over his shoulder to look at Tommy and could almost make out Tommy saying his name with one of the saddest looks he’d seen.

Shit, Tommy was really worried about him, and he was being a complete ass, but work was work. It frustrated him so much. He stood up, his feet barely supporting his weight, dizziness clouding his vision, he held onto Tommy, embracing him in a hug.

Tommy whined worriedly as Wilbur practically placed all his weight onto Tommy, not that Tommy minded, he was strong and loved when Wilbur did this, he loved to protect Wilbur, but this was different. They were both stressed and confused.

Soon after Phil entered the room to check up on the two, to see his son practically sleeping on a confused Tommy. “Hey mate? You alright?”. Tommy’s eyes lit up as he saw Phil, in order to handle this more easily, he changed his size to carry a barely awake Wilbur, and walked over to Phil, whining whilst showing him Wilbur.

Phil’s worried look increased as he quickly approached Wilbur, checking for fever only to find that the man was suffering from complete exhaustion, he sighed. “He’s been overworked, he used to do so back in his university days. He’ll be fine if he gets rest, he’ll be fine, I can trust you to take of Wilbur for the time being right? It’ll be a while though until I’m done”.

Tommy nodded, “Good, it’ll probably be overnight so making sure Wilbur stays warm, okay? The facility can get cold at night”. Phil quickly made his way to Wilbur’s computer, gathering the documents needed onto a nearby USB, trying to rush, wanting to get everything done as soon as possible, he wanted to help his son as much as possible and quickly as he came, left.

He held Wilbur tightly, gently. Wilbur had protected him so many times, so he had to protect Wilbur this time. He carefully made his way to his cell, which had recently been upgraded to a basic bedroom and he got proper bedding! So now he had that to look forward to!

A couple of hours passed as Wilbur laid in his arms, moving around occasionally, seeming to shiver, right! Phil said he had to keep Wilbur warm! But how was he going to do that? The only thing around here that was warm was him really. But Wilbur wouldn’t be warm if he was in his arms like this?

What if he put Wilbur in his mouth again? But neither he nor Phil liked that last time. But what other choice did he have? How else was he supposed to keep Wilbur warm?

Except there was he remembered Wilbur reading out some research results, “Tommy doesn’t need to eat but it does help him with storing energy. With this he able to control his digestive system to as he pleases”.

Wait, if he could control his digestive system doesn’t that technically mean he could keep things in there? Like Wilbur? He already knew how to control this ability of his so Wilbur would be completely safe! But what if Wil-

His train of thought was cut off when he felt Wilbur shiver in his arms again, okay he had to do this, he didn’t want Wilbur to be cold.

He lifted Wilbur, for a moment he paused, wondering if it was right to do this. But if it meant Wilbur’s safety, he’d do it. So, he morphed a mouth.

He sighed, pondering. But Wilbur felt the warmth and instinctively went closer, he didn’t go into his mouth luckily, but he took it as Wilbur subconsciously saying yes. Which gave him the confidence to do it.

He carefully placed Wilbur in his mouth, the feeling of Wilbur being in his mouth returned, he forgot how much he enjoyed it last time, especially his cinnamon taste, it made him melt.

Purring happily. He realised his current size would probably be small and quickly changed to be bigger. Now, Wilbur felt considerably smaller, the size he was now was just about 6 meters. The same as last time.

He gently sucked on Wilbur, in his opinion, Wilbur felt like a little treat in his mouth, and he loved it.

He wished he and Wilbur would do this more often, but it seems that it wouldn’t be the case because who’d normally want to get eaten? Definitely not Wilbur, he freaked out last time he put him in his mouth.

As soon as he thought Wilbur was ready for the trip down, he tilted his head but. He thought about for a moment stopping but the thought of Wilbur being constantly with him, safe, like one big hug kept him going so, he swallowed.

It wasn’t long after he put his fingers to his throat as he felt the unconscious Wilbur travel down his throat. He couldn’t help but purr, and shortly Wilbur made it to his stomach, he’d already made sure it was safe for him to be there.

His purring increased as he felt Wilbur safely tucked in, he could feel Wilbur shift into a more comfortable position. His hand instinctively to where Wilbur was. He was content that Wilbur was safe and finally getting rest.

He soon fell asleep after, wanting some sleep himself.

It was roughly about 4 am when Phil had finished all the work, jeez Wilbur had piled up a lot, but the man was he proud of his boy, throughout his sleep deprivation he didn’t notice the amount of helpful research he had done. He should probably check on the two of them.

He quickly made his way there, excited to tell Tommy about the news. When he entered the room though, he saw no Wilbur or Tommy in the main office, so he went over to Tommy’s cell and saw a giant Tommy with a hand over his middle.

He saw no Wilbur and that made him panic, he did his best to remain calm though. And carefully shook Tommy’s other hand that had been laying on the floor, Tommy seemed to wake up slightly as his fingers curled around Phil and picked him up, bringing him towards his face.

“H-hey Toms! Where’s Wilbur?”. Tommy groaned slightly, realising what was happening. He pointed towards his stomach and kept an eye on Phil, not wanting him to freak out when the reality hit him. “Why are you pointing towards your… Oh… Oh my-“. Phil covered his own mouth, muffling himself and took a deep breath. Then sighed.

“Right, I saw that document with what it said about your digestive system… Is he safe?”. Tommy nodded. “Good” He smiled, “You’re not the only one who can do that too, so I’m not too worried.”. Tommy tilted his head in confusion, “Techno can do it too”.

So, it wasn’t so strange, thank God. Phil then took his leave. He then fell asleep again.

He then heard yelling a couple of hours later, right he was going to have to try and explain this to Wilbur this was going to be hell.

[pmak2002]

TW/CW: Sick, sick kid, vomit, fever

When Dhani woke up he felt bad, really bad. He felt terrible with a headache, stuffy nose and he felt nauseous.

“Mom!” Dhani called out.

Olivia rushed to his room to see what was wrong.

“Mom I feel sick.” He whined.

Olivia frowned and felt his forehead.

“Oh yeah you’ve got a fever. I’ll grab the thermometer.” She told him then went to grab it for the bathroom.

Once she comes back she put it under his tongue.

She waited until it beeped then took it out

“102.9. Yeah that’s not good I’ll call you out from school for today and tomorrow. I’ll be working both days but dad can stay with you. When did this start sweetie?”

“It started last night after I went to bed” he told her.

she sighed and put the thermometer on his nightstand.

“Can I get you anything before I leave?” She asked him.

“Can I have some water and medicine please?” He asked as he coughed into his arm.

Olivia nodded and went to grab it

“Can you grab the puke bucket too? My stomach hurts.” He called.

“Ok” she called back she grabbed what he needed and returned to his room and set up the puke bucket on the floor. She gave him the medicine and water.

“Dads in his studio if you need anything from him ok?” She told him.

Dhani nodded and smiled he loved spending time with his dad even if he wasn’t feeling good.

Olivia kissed his forehead and ruffled his hair.

“Feel better Dhani. I’ll try to be home early ok?” She said. He nodded and got comfy in bed then tried to fall back asleep.

Then Olivia went to down to talk to George.

“Hey Geo?” She called as she entered the studio.

“Yes love?” He called back.

Olivia smiled as she entered the studio and walked over to George.

She hugged him and he kissed her forehead.

“Dhani’s not feeling well today so he’ll be home today and tomorrow. You’re in charge of taking care of him until I get back later today ok?” She told him.

George nodded and frowned upon hearing the news.

“Will he be ok?” George asked.

“Yes he’s asleep now and I gave him medicine so he should be good for a bit.” Olivia explained.

George nodded. “Ok I’ll check on him in a few minutes thank you. Have a good day I love you.”

“I love you too Georgie” she smiled and gave him a hug and kiss then left for work.

George returned to work on his music while Dhani slept.

20 minutes later

Dhani woke up with his stomach aching terribly. The nausea had increased tenfold and he was terrified. He started to cough and gag. He swallowed hard trying so hard to not vomit.

“Dad!” He wailed

Immediately George rushed to his room.

“I don’t want to throw up dad!” Dhani wailed not even caring that he sounded like he was 5 years old and not 15.

George went and sat next to Dhani. He began rubbing his back. “You’ll feel better if you do.” George told him.

Dhani whimpered and cough hard.

“Shh it’s alright let it out you’ll feel better.” George soothed him as Dhani whined and coughed.

Soon he started throwing up and George rubbed his back.

“Good job Dhani it’s ok.” He said sweetly. Once Dhani stopped vomiting. George grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth.

Dhani buried his head against his dads chest sobbing. “Hey it’s ok bud you did good.” George kissed his head and tossed the tissue into the garbage can.

Eventually Dhani calmed down and George helped him get comfy again. When George got up to leave Dhani whimpered and reached out towards George.

“Stay with me please dad. I feel awful.” Dhani said weakly. He coughed and groaned in pain.

“Everything hurts!” He whined.

George frowned and went to lay with Dhani.

Dhani immediately curled up next to his dad as soon as he laid down next to him.

George smiled even though Dhani was terribly ill and a teenager he was still wanting comfort from his dad and that made George smile. He nuzzled him and held him tight.

Dhani soon fell asleep and George stayed with him for awhile then went to update Olivia on his condition.

“How is he?” Olivia asked as soon as George was able to call and get a hold of her.

“He threw up not too long ago and is still feeling miserable. He fell asleep about 15 minutes ago.” George explained to her.

Olivia frowned and sighed.

“Maybe try some ginger ale when he wakes up and there’s a few things in the medicine cabinet. That we have for stomach aches.” She told him.

“Ok good hopefully that will help. I’ll let you know how he’s doing later when you get home.” He said.

“Ok thank you. Love you.” She said

“Love you too bye” he said before hanging up. Then he headed out to his garden.

1 hour later

Dhani woke up with vomit rising in his throat and the next thing he knew he was vomiting into the puke bucket next to his bed. His stomach rumbling while he was throwing up.

Once that stopped he was coughing and sneezing. He had a awful migraine too. Feeling 10x worse. He got up to go find his dad. He immediately went out to the garden.

“Daddy!” Dhani called out crying, shaking and sweating bullets.

“Dhani! What’s wrong? What happened?” George rushed over to his sick son.

“I threw up again, my head hurts and…” he was cut off by a sneeze and terrible cough.

George immediately rushed Dhani back inside and then Dhani started gagging again.

Dhani broke away from his dad and rushed to the bathroom to throw up more. 

George went to rub his back.

“Oh Dhani you poor thing!”

George said worriedly as he rubs his son’s heaving back.

Once he finished vomiting. George helped him up to the sink to clean up his face and rinse out his mouth.

After that George helped Dhani back up to bed. He gave him some water and medicine for his stomach.

He stayed with Dhani the rest of the day. Helping with each vomit spell, giving him medicine and water and napping with him too.

Later after Olivia gets home

George made dinner for Dhani. Olivia was upstairs cuddling with Dhani. George had to make the BRAT diet for Dhani because of his vomiting and stomach pain.

He brought up the food for Dhani.

“Hey Dhani boy you want to try to eat something?” He asked as he entered his room.

Dhani smiled weakly.

“Just a few small bites will help.” Olivia explained.

Dhani nodded and took the food from his dad and ate a bit.

“Good boy” Olivia said once he said he was done.

She ruffled his hair

“That’ll help even if you throw it up.” George said.

“I hope I don’t.” Dhani said his voice sounding raspy and weak from the vomiting.

“You’ll be alright.” George reassured him

“Yeah it’s been awhile since you got sick.” Olivia told him.

Dhani nodded and had a few sips of water before getting comfy in bed again and falling asleep.

Later that night

Dhani woke up still sick and miserable.

He threw up on his bed and that freaked him out. He started crying and that woke George and Olivia up.

“I’ll take care of him.” George told her as Olivia was about to get up.

“You sure Geo?” She asked

“Yes” he said

He rushed to Dhani’s room to find him on his bed the blankets and sheets covered in vomit.

“Oh Dhani.” George said worriedly as he helped Dhani out of bed and into the bathroom where he kept getting sick.

George quickly got the sheets changed on his bed while Dhani curled up on the bathroom floor.

George then went to sit by Dhani rubbing his back

“It hurts dad!” Dhani cried.

“I know Dhani it’s ok bud.” George soothed

“Sorry about the bed.” Dhani said as he coughed.

“It’s ok you can’t help it. I cleaned it up and changed the sheets ok?” George explained.

Dhani nodded and yawned

George grabbed a tissue and wiped his mouth and tossed it into the trash can. Then helped Dhani up and back to bed.

“Dad will you stay with me?” Dhani asked weakly.

George nodded and got into bed with him and rubbed his stomach.

George helped Dhani throughout the night and helped Olivia take care of Dhani until he felt better.

[a-monsters-love]

Please feed me with a headcanon with our two favourite sleepy bois (Aizawa and shinso obvi) and how they would react when their usually very energetic s/o comes home one day completely exhausted from overworking themselves plz and thank you🥺

Lmao I’m gonna self insert the shit out of this from our texts. ILYS I hope these requests keep rolling in 😭

[Master List]

Aizawa Shota:

No one knows how the two of ended up together

Ancient family secret

You were on par with Hizashi’s crackhead energy

What they did notice was the bags under Aizawa’s eyes were less prominent

He smiled more (not that he did often in general)

He always had lunches packed

Really all his basic human needs were being sated

You had Energizer Bunny energy

Gods only knew where it came from

So when he started to notice you were sleeping in more than usual

You could say he was concerned

At first he didn’t think much of it and wrote it off as the early mornings you woke to were finally catching up with you

He didn’t think much of it till he started to notice you were smiling less

You’d apologize for not making him lunch for the next day

You seemed more jumpy than ever

He decided to take a night off from patrolling to catch you when you get home

You didn’t realize he was home

“Did I leave these on?” You mutter to yourself while turning off a light

“I was using that” You hear Aizawa say

You squeaked in surprise and dropped your bag

You stared at it for a moment when tears started bubbling in the corner of your eyes

his eyes widen in surprise at your reaction

“Hey-hey-hey..” He hushes your sobs by pulling you into his chest

“It’s okay..” He continues

He knew you’d taken on too much

He never thought it would drain you like this though

You held his shirt in your fists

He hears you mumble apologies into his chest

He wasn’t the best at comforting people when they’re upset

But he does understand over working oneself

He hugs you and pets your hair while you calm down

After a few moments he’ll attempt to usher you to bed

“Sho, wait-“ You try and stop him with some excuse about dinner and work

He squints at you but agrees to dinner, making something simple himself

After you finish eating he’ll carry you to your shared bedroom and make you lay down with him

He’ll ask you to explain what’s got you so burnt out

You’ll hesitate but explain

He’ll be mad that you’ve been overworking yourself but he knows he has no room to scold you

“You’re allowed to rely on me (Y/N)” He’d say

“I just- I just didn’t want to burden you..” You’d mutter back

The comment would make him frown, you could never be a burden to him

He was determined to make sure you knew that

He would cuddle you and pet your hair and/or rub you back until you fell asleep

At first he’d feel a little guilty for not saying something sooner

He’d start reciprocating the things you do for him more

He’s have a better understanding of why you do the things you do for him more

He really does love you

Shinso Hitoshi:

Both of our sleepy bois understand working themselves to death

Growing up being told he’d be a great villain only made him work harder

So when Denki introduced the two of you he felt like he took a breath of fresh air for the first time in his life

You were an absolute Meme Lord

You never hesitated to talk to him

He’s never dealt with a someone with so much energy showing him so much affection

“✨W A I T✨ I have a gif/meme for that.” You’d often say scrolling through your phone at a mile a minute to something someone said

Your smile alone gave him energy

He’d often find himself leaning on you

“Hold on, I’m recharging.” He’d whine if you made an attempt to move out of his grasp

You’d giggle every time

During second year training became 10x’s harder

Everyone expected this

You’d often stay out late training

You seemed just as cheerful in the morning

However you couldn’t avoid Shinso’s watchful eyes

He knew immediately that you were overworking yourself

He’d see the bags under your eyes

He’d notice the way your smile was softer from exhaustion

He’d catch you one night on your way to bed

“You know, overworking yourself will only cause more harm than good.” He’d chide

You’d chuckle forcefully and tell him you’re fine

You’d kiss his cheek and bid him goodnight

You knew he was right

Then one night you could no longer deny the fact

You were making yourself tea in the kitchen when you vaguely heard footsteps behind you

“-N). (Y/N)? Hey-“ Shinso had been trying to get your attention since he saw you leaning over the counter

He’d put his hand on your shoulder and you’d turn to face him with glazed eyes

Your face was heated but you smiled at him

“Hey Toshi, I didn’t hear you come up.” Your voice was strained

He’d press his hand to your forehead

You’d hum at the feeling of his cold hand

“Great All Might, (Y/N). You’re running a fever!” He’d panic

“Oh man, I didn’t even notice.” You’d chuckle and he’d frown

He’d pick you up and carry you to your room

“Wait my tea-“

“I’ll grab it later.” He’d retort quickly

He’d tuck you in bed and get your tea

He’d scold you the entire time

You’d giggle at him scolding you while treating you like a baby

He’d stay up all night making sure your fever didn’t get worse

You wake up to him asleep with his face buried in his arms and leaning over your bed

You’d pet his messy hair until he woke up

He’d check your temp immediately

He’d give you a chaste kiss and tell you that you have to stay in bed for the day

Don’t even T H I N K about denying this request

You’ll never hear the end of this

He adores you too much to let you get like this again

[kireihan]

ship headcanons: mc gets sick

Leviathan x Bernadette:

is it the time?? the long awaited episode where the love interest gets sick??  hello?? his time has come

except he knows like batshit abt what to do when his lover is sick

spends like an hour freaking the f u c k out because bern?? are you ok?? talk to me honey are you dying?? is everything alright??

i mean, he knows that you need the towel and the soup so he isn’t entirely hopeless

no sickies in his room pls and thanks, cant have no germs on his precious figures. plus where would bern sit in his room? there is no rest only weeb here.

has a cooler body temperature compared to the other brothers. his hands are always fucking cold man, who needs a towel when you have levi’s hands? 

watches anime with her. then realizes it’s actually straining her, so he actually holds back from watching to wait for her

pls he tries his best

Solomon x Horizon:

“wdym you aren’t coming over today” “dude im sick” “sick what? are you sick of my shit? too bad you have to deal with me~ “no im like sick sick i cant” “shit im sorry hold on ill be right there babe”

snip snap he works his fucking magic and she’s well again

except his magic makes her feel like 10x as worse before becoming better the next day so she would rather not do it that way

solomon thinks she’s a pussy, brave it out for like 12 hours and ur fine the next day “just do it, i’ll make you feel better” “12 hours of torture? for a cold? hell nah”

hori is a bit more sensitive when she’s sick so solomon isn’t as annoying

treats her rather nicely actually

“babe please sit down” “no i wanna-” “n o” “i’m fine” “you are not fine do you feel your own fever- oh there she went. she fainted.” 

Lucifer x Lia

lmao bitch wont even touch you unless he has gloves and a mask bc what will happen if he gets sick?? god forbid he has to take a day off

she insists on going to school but lucifer makes her stay at home

lucifer is really sick of her getting so irritable like my god just cooperate stop snapping at him 

hires the royal doctor to take care of her because his princess deserves the best

and because he’s too prideful to admit he knows shit when it comes to taking care of a sick human

caught a cold afterwards bcause god hates him

thats funny of me to say

sits by the bed and spoon feeds lia soup during the peak of her illness

Barbatos x Julia

barbatos barely has to do anything because julia is prepared. she’s a competent witch

that doesn’t stop him from fretting on the inside

isn’t as overbearing/skittish as the others, but makes sure he checks in on her everynow and then

julia finds out he makes insanely good soup, i mean she already knew that but he cooked it specifically for her when she’s sick

sometimes julia will fake sick to eat it

she does become a lot grumpier and kinda clingy when sick, since her senses are a little messed up with the cold making it a little harder to perceive things so she leans on barbatos for this

julia once tripped and fell when she was heading to the bathroom during a high fever and barb had a fucking heart attack

Mammon x Reese

someone actually save these two. like my god.

mammon becomes really sulky in school and refuses to do anything without reese around 

reese will haul himself to school but mammon hauls his ass right back to bed then proceed to complain about reese’s absence. 

“dude you okay?” “yeah it’s jsut a little stuffy nose.” “you don’t look very good.” “just a little dizzy, i’m sure it’ll go away” “bRUH-”

mammon slams open the door to catch reese streaming on deviltube because reese is bored

back to bed a g a i n mammon is about to lose his cool

mammon knows shit about taking care of a sick human but this is his human you’re talking about, so he goes and buys expensive medicine

claims his finger slipped when buying it lmao

eventually mammon falls asleep next to reese’s bed

and catches a cold from being the idiot who continues to ask for kisses

Beelzebub x Sen

beelzebub is so confused but tries his best

goes to barbatos to learn how to make soup for sen because soup always makes him feel better

sen complains about feeling cold, and beel knows he has the highest body temperature out of the demons and has a pretty strong immune system from eating god knows what so he has no qualms about crawling into bed with sen and cuddling her so she’s warm

i mean she actually has a fever but sen slapped on one of those menthol cooling patches on her forehead so it’s gucci

beel’s hands are large and warm. instant heating pads. 

really attentive and sits by her bed like a sad puppy asking if she needs anything 

since he has a habit of guarding lucifer’s room when said brother is sick, he guards sen’s room too. just kinda sits in front with his ddd and a pile of snacks, inconveniencing everyone who tries to pass by the hallway

Belphegor x Usako

walks around house of lamentation wrapped in a blanket and leaving tissues in her wake

why is she so mopey my god belphegor doesn’t have the energy for this. slaps a cold towel on her forehead and passes out on the floor

usako literally refuses to rest so belphe has to cast a sleeping spell on her to get her to stay down and recover

belphe goes to ask beel how to help usako get better since beel seems to have better success with sen

you have to realize belphie, sen and beel are like one of the only functional couples here ok.

“why are you so fussy just eat the medicine.” “sTOP FUSSING” “MY GOD JUST EAT IT” belphie is like yey close to flipping his shit

accidentally made her cry because she’s sensitive and belphie sighs really loudly as if to say “damn ur annoying” but goes to cuddle her anyways and presses kisses to her forehead to pacify her

she shows up the next day 100% genki genki and belphie is like “??? weren;t you just sniffling and coughing and having a fever yesterday what happened to you” 

Satan x Yen

satan is probably one of the only competent boyfriends here ngl

has read a ton of books and spends his time reading random things on the internet so he figures out what yen might need

except the damn girl is always sleeping and it’s time for her daily dose of medicine which unlike usako, she doesn’t kick up a fuss over eating. 

gets sick pretty easily and is prone to high fevers. satan ignores her complaining as he places cold towels on her back and forehead. 

yen’s usually too tired and sluggish to actually put up a struggle so there’s just a lot of verbal whining abt the cold 

becomes kinda childish when sick, when she’s really tired and about to fall asleep, she’ll tug on satan’s sleeve and ask him to stay a while

also gets really clingy and hates being alone 

but she’s asleep like 99% of the time lmao

[thebrownblog]

The Year of Our Lord 2020

I was in New Orleans when the world truly went nuts. It was surreal, I flew out to meet my friend on the 5th of March when it was still kind of a big joke (looking back, I don’t really know why it was), and in the 7 days I was down there it all became real. It was still the source of jokes and one-liners when someone coughed at the bar on Bourbon Street, or when I had a hay fever sneezing fit. I flew back in to Montreal on the 12th. By this time, when I yawned at the airport someone nearly jumped right out of their skin. I arrived just in time to be part of the first group of quarantined folk in Canada (cheers to being part of history!).  

I remember those weeks in mid-March as being intense, scary, and...unprecedented. Not really seeing another human for two weeks is no fun at all, and something I pray to avoid having to do a second time. ‘Unprecedented’ is a word that has been used over and over again this year, because we’ve been living through the unknown since that aforementioned week in March. The faith that society would pull together in a crisis, that even the more grotesque politicians (ahem Boris, cough Trump) would step up and lead...that nothing too bad could ever happen to us in the shiny West, has been eroded. The safety blanket is gone, we see how fragile things really are, and how so much of what we took for granted was an illusion.

They say the novel coronavirus mainly has serious effects on people with pre-existing conditions, ‘comorbidities’ as they call them in the US. Well it turned out that western society had a fuck-ton of those things, and now I often feel like it’s become this revolting, sick thing made up of polarised extremes. Some days it feels like half the world is sitting at home in front of the TV, terrified that the virus is stalking just outside the front door like Michael Myers in a Halloween movie (I was like this at the start before I turned off the news and put Netflix on), while the other half are in a collective delusion/mass psychosis in which the virus doesn’t exist, and somehow every government in the world (despite how obviously incompetent most of them are), along with every health worker on the planet, have somehow pulled off the world’s greatest conspiracy just to stop them eating in at McDonald’s. To me it looks like being a giant, screaming baby denying everything which inconveniences you somehow (for an even clearer example of this behaviour, check out this year’s shambolic US election).  

And no, I’m not here to pick sides or insult people, I’m calling it all as I see it when looking back on the year as a whole. I’ve personally flip-flopped with my own feelings and thoughts many times, and it’s normal in an evolving situation. There is legitimacy to questioning the measures at times if you’re prepared to have a reasonable, adult conversation. In fact, there’s legitimacy to most (not all) opinions in life if you’re prepared to do this. Sadly this is a skill that seems to have by and large died a terrible death in recent times. Another crucial thing that would help dig us all out of this shitheap is people possessing the ability to change their mind about something when presented with new evidence instead of doubling and tripling down no matter what. It’s okay to be wrong and make mistakes, seriously. Acknowledge it, apologise if you need to, and move on for the better. Oh, and if you’re offended by any of this, take a hike, seriously. I don’t care.

I’ve never been down the conspiracy rabbit hole, but yes I have felt anger at the restrictions because I want to live again instead of exisiting and holding on, it’s simply human nature at work. I want to see my family (at Christmas this stings worse than ever, and I will go in summer no matter what), I want to travel, to do work I get pleasure from again (and not from home, sitting alone). Today this feels like a year wasted. You can always make more money, but time is something you can never get back. 

If you’ve stuck with reading this up to this point, you’re probably ready to call the Samaritans, but there’s no need. It would be pretty difficult (and incredibly false) to write a glowingly positive piece about 2020. My emotions have been like a yo-yo all year. Sometimes life has been almost normal despite the pandemic, and other times it has hit me in the face all over again. In spite of everything I have had good times this year, and I am grateful for the friends I’ve made over the years here, without whom all this would have been 10x worse. I’m also grateful to have my own place, I feel this would have been truly horrendous if I was sharing a living space like I have for most of my adult life.

Oh, and the defeat of Donald Trump in November certainly didn’t do me any harm, even though I’ll never understand how he got that many votes!

I am also grateful for all the free time I have had this year to indulge in many old pleasures I haven’t had so much time for in years. Reading through all seven Harry Potter books at the park probably wins the prize, but honourable mentions go to my eternal comrade Stephen King, as well as all the films of my childhood and adolescence that made a strong come back this year. Thanks go also to the PS1, PS2, and the XBox/XBox 360. For real, there is genuine comfort and refuge in nostalgia. When the present is crappy, look to the past. You’ve probably worked it out already too this year, but if not, try it...seriously. Just don’t get lost.

It was also nice reconnecting with a lot of old friends I hadn’t spoken to in years at the start of this covid story, but sadly it does seem that all that sense of unity didn’t last very long.

Nevertheless, there’s no doubt that being outside in summer and autumn was better than being cooped up indoors now. I don’t like this time of year at the best of times, so it’s no surprise I barely feel like getting out of bed some days presently.

I’m down, but not out however. All things must pass, covid included. It is my personal feeling that the next three months will be as bad, if not worse, than what’s gone before, and then things will slowly but surely begin to change and improve. I’m not sure we’ll ever go back to the way things were, but the way things were was far from perfect anyway. We’ll just have to wait and see, we’re still like mushrooms in this scenario; kept in the dark and fed shit. Life has been on pause most of the year, and it still is, frustrating as it is.

As for the future, there’s still not much to do other than hold on for a little while longer, but I’m sure when this shitstorm is over there are changes to come. I’ve certainly had plenty of time this year to think and reflect! When I can I’ll make the changes required to improve my situation, wherever the opportunities happen to be on the map.

Happy New Year, Death to 2020.

[rvnjun]

nct 2018 reacts | their idol crush gets made fun of by an mc

warnings: idk if this is a warning but the reader gets made fun of for their looks sometimes genre: angst but all fluffy paring: nct x fem!reader a/n: I didn't add gifs because i'm lazy and my computer crashes when I try adding more than 9 gifs to a post

taeil

Taeil would be playing with his hands, he was very nervous, it wasn't easy being on the same show as the person you've been crushing on forever. His ears would perk up when he heard your name mentioned. “You look like a frog trying to walk on two legs,” the mc said while watching your dancing. Immediately he felt his heart drop. He looked at your expression and felt his anger boil, it was obvious that you were hurt. “Hey, dancing isn't easy, you should try it,” Taeil spoke quietly while looking at his hands. He looked up to see you smiling brightly at him

taeyong

“How can a leader be so quiet and reserved? Shouldn't it be you to peak up and not your members?” the host asked after another membered explained the album and not you. “Well actually during comebacks someone gets assigned to remember what to say about the album, its not always the leader,” Taeyong defended. He could tell you seemed hurt and he didn't like seeing his biggest crush offended. The host nodded in response, he didn't expect Taeyong to defended you like that, he was intimidated. Once the camera were off you'd go over and thank him for sticking up for you.

johnny

“I literally didn't know that you were in this comeback. Where were you in the mv and where are your lines?” the host asked while looking at you. Truth be told, you didn't know why you didn't get many lines nor why you didn't have much screen time. “I really don't know,” you mumbled while looking at the water bottle in front of you. Johnny nodded his head, he knew what it was like to work so hard for something and have it still be out of your reach. The hosts laughed “Apparently there is something very wrong with you,” he said while trying to move on to the next topic. Johnny rolled his eyes, he placed a reassuring hand over yours and gave you a calming smile. “Don't listen to him, okay? Even though you don't have many lines this comeback you shine brighter than your members,” he encouraged. You nodded your head and tried to calm your beating heart. Johnny's words really helped you and you made sure that you needed to hank him the next time you saw him

yuta

“If we are talking about looks here than Y/N is definitely at the bottom,” the mc said while laughing along with the others. Your eyes widened, you were surprised to hear his words. Yuta was too, he had always had a crush on you and thought of you as the most beautiful women he had ever met. “No, Y/N would be at the top,” Yuta corrected while sending the mc a deathly glare. You giggled and sent a smirk over to mc. Yuta couldn't help but laugh at your new found confidence

ten

Your Korean wasn't the best and you'd be the first person to admit it. Despite knowing about your lack of Korean speaking skills you didn't like being made fun of for them. However making fun of your speaking seemed to be what every host did, it was their favorite thing. Ten had noticed this, throughout the entirety of filming the host would reoccurringly laugh at how you said things or when you forgot a word. By the end of filming Ten noticed that you weren't speaking as much, he would feel extremely bad so he approached you and said. “Y/N dont listen to them, its not easy learning another language. I bet none of them can speak 2 languages (or more).” You smiled at his words, he had a point. “Thanks, Ten,” you said with a charming smile. Ten would nod and decide to help you for the rest of filming, he didnt care if the fans noticed

doyoung

“And you are the main vocalist? How in the world did that happen?” the host asked after listening to you singing your favorite song on your new album. You were clearly taken back by his statement, you had been called a terrible vocalist before but always by angi fans, never by a host. “And you are the main host? How in the world did that happen?” Doyoung sasssed back while sending the host a glare. You giggled at him causing his heart to flutter. The host simply looked at the floor and burned red in embarrassment while everyone laughed at him

kun

Kun was standing next to you while your members talked about your new song and the highlight parts. He was already extremely nervous because of this comeback and being next to his crush made his nerves 10x worse. “I keep forgetting your not a 6 membered group and that there is 7 of you,” the host said while gesturing to you. You had taken a hiatus because of health problems and this was your first comeback back. Kun couldn't control his expression, his faced formed into confusion before it went to pure anger. Once the camera were off and you guys were leaving Kun leaned over and whispered in your ear “Don't listen to him Y/N. Sometimes I forget you aren't a solo artist because you shine so much compared to your members,” he winked at you before walking away. You brought your hand up to your heart and tried to control its rapid beating

jaehyun

Jaehyun awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck while the host started asking questions about his personal life. When his ideal type was mentioned the host brought up if any of the other girls on the show matched his ideal type. Truthfully, he wanted to answer yes and mention you but of course he knew that he couldn't do that. “Well I can tell you this, it isnt Y/N,” the host added while making everyone laugh except for you and Jaehyun. Jaehyun could tell from your expression that you were hurt, being made fun of for your looks was a recurring thing for you on variety shows. “Actually, I was going to say Y/N is the closest person to my ideal type,” he said making your cheeks turn crimson

winwin

Winwin didn't know what to say or do, all he knew was that he wanted to stick up for you. He looked at the hosts before choosing to not speak up yet and instead say something later. Once the filming was over you were mentally and physically exhausted. “Y/N? Id like to apologize for not sticking up for you earlier, I should have said something,” he said with an apologetic smile. You shook your head “Its okay Winwin, im glad you said something now,” you said making him feel much better, like a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. “Uh, here is my number. Call if you need anything,” Winwin said before rushing away to his managers

jungwoo

Jungwoo took a bite of the ice cream and continued to walk with a skip in his step. Today was a good day, the sun was shining, he got ice cream, and he was able to film a show with his idol crush. “You know Y/N, I wouldn't eat on camera if I were you, you look like a donkey,” the mc said while they changed the cameras out. “Oh,,,okay,” you said while tossing the cone away. You felt sick to your stomach, why hasn't someone told you the truth before.”Y/N,” Jungwoo mumbled while walking next to you. You looked away, embarrassed to be called a donkey while in the presence of Jungwoo. “Don't listen to him, you look perfectly fine, stunning actually,” he said with a cheeky grin. You giggled at his words and thank him. Jungwoo placed a short but sweet kiss on your cheek

lucas

You followed close behind Lucas, he tall stature and broad shoulders helped shield you from the harsh winds. He had told you to stay behind him, that he could lead the way back and you felt bad. You wanted to be able to help out more but you were already sick due to the lack of food and the freezing rain. Byungman had insisted that you and Lucas go and find some wood but what eh didn't realize that a huge storm was going to hit. Now you two were stuck in it while trying to get back to base camp. After what felt like hours you were completely worn out, and it was noticeable. Your fever had raised and you kept coughing. Once you got back Lucas was beyond worried for you “Y/N you're so useless right now and you're literally the ugliest thing i've ever seen,” one of the guests on the show said while laughing. Lucas scrunched his face up in confusion “She is sick, id like to see you try and walk 2 miles in this storm while sick. I think she still looks beautiful,” Lcas said while giving yo a soft smile.

mark

“Y/N you look like a lifeless corpse,” the host said with a laugh while pointing at your makeupless face. You looked at him with wide eyes and hid yourself behind your hands. “Im sorry, let me go apply my makeup,” you said while turning around and returning to your room. “Y/N I think you look even more stunning, if that's possible,” he smoothly flirted without realizing. The hosts were surprised by his words, just like you. “Oh my, thank you Mark,” you giggled while removing your hands from your face with a new found confidence causing Mark to smile proudly.

renjun

You sat in the chair and played with your fingers while you waited to be called back on set. Biting your lip you did your best to hide back the tears but it was really hard. No one liked getting made fun of for their looks, especially not in front of their crush. You looked up and wiped your tears when you heard someone in front of you cough. “Hey Y/N,” Renjun said while he looked down at you. “Hello Renjun,” you simply said before looking back down. You tried to hold them back but they kept falling.”Y/N don't listen to them, you're a beautiful girl, there literally isnt a single flaw on you,” Renjuns words took you by surprise. You looked up at him with light pink cheeks. Renun sighed and cupped your face in his hands before wiping your tears with his thumb. “I mean it”

jeno

Jeno held the microphone tighter than usual, his eyes were burning holes into the camera and his poster was picture perfect. “Y/N, you read the wrong line, who invited you to be the guess mc?” the other mc asked while staring at you. Jeno furrowed his eyebrows and looked over at you. You lightly laughed and tried to keep a smile. Once the camera were off you rushed away so you could cry. “Y/N!” Jeno called out while reaching for your hand. You stopped in your tracks and looked at him with a wry smile. “Don't listen to him, you did great,” he said sending an eruption of butterflies in your stomach

haechan

Haechan scoffed at the hosts joke. “Its not cool to make fun of someone for something they cant control,” he said while sending him a sharp glare. The host looked back at Haechan “What did you just say to me?” he asked, testing the younger boy. “I said dont make fun of someone for something they cant control,” Haechan snapped back. You watched from Haechan side with a glint in your eyes. No one had ever stuck up for you like that. “Thank you haechan, I mean it,” you mumbled to him before leaning up and placing a soft kiss on his cheek. Haechan watched in awe as you walked ahead, his hand went up to the spot where your lips once were and he beamed

jaemin

You yelped slightly as you slipped on the floor, your hand reached out for something to hold onto so you wouldn't fall. Grabbing Jaemins forearm tightly you caught your balance. You sent Jaemin an apologetic smile, he had been helping you out all day. “Wow Y/N, dont you think Jaemin is tired of taking care of you, its like he is babysitting,” the host started to laugh at his own joke, others joined in. You stopped and looked over at him. Jaemin didnt mind taking care of you, you were his biggest crush and he liked having you cling to him. “Please dont put words in my mouth, I dont mind it at all,” he said with giving you a soft smile

chenle

The host stared at your beat red face, you were in the middle of trying to think of a reply but couldn't come up with anything. Instead you opted to sutter out a incomprehensible “yes.” The host rolled his eyes at you before looking at the producer “Why did you invite her, she can't even answer a simple question. How are you a idol?” he tried to play it off as funny but you were very much hurt by it. You knew you were shy and awkward and you did your best to get over it. “I think her shyness makes her even more cuter,” Chenle piped up out of nowhere. You sent Chenle a thankful smile, no one had ever stuck up for you like that, especially not a cute boy

jisung

Jisung watched in awe as your body moved to the beat perfectly, he was completely mesmerized by your dancing. Once you were done you smiled proudly, you had noticed the way Jisung was looking at you and it made you feel all giddy inside. “And you call yourself a dancer?” the mc asked while giving you a sharp stare. Jisungs eyes widened, he didnt even know what came over him when he spoke “No offense but she is the most amazing dancer id ever seen.” Once Jisung realized what he said he glanced over at you and saw you giving him the biggest heart eyes he had ever seen, he put his hand up to his mouth and tried to hide his growing smile

[freckle-trash]

Advice for Periods/Endo Periods:

I have always grown up knowing I have Endometriosis since I was 11. Most people do not figure this out until their late 20′s or 30′s since doctors generally will not believe you. I just got lucky in the fact that there is a familia occurrence of it and that my doctor herself had it. 

Due to the Endo I actually have muscle relaxers for the absolutely god fucking awful days. But if you're like me you do not like having to be dependent on medicine unless you rly need it. That is why I learned to track my period and changed my eating habits while during it. Also why I found certain products to help me through the pain instead of depending on muscle relaxers.

The Method I used to go about helping with my period:

  Now a major change I made that is the hardest for everyone is that I changed my diet for my period. I’ll usually eat whatever I want the rest of the month but I change my diet to be period and cramp friendly about half a week before my period starts and for about 2 days after it. Why do I do this? Because by doing this i’m removing food and drink items that would actually cause my endometriosis/period cramps to get WORSE. Now, there are certain foods that make it worse that I just absolutely crave during my period but thats when you need to set yourself some food boundaries instead.

A major thing I crave on my period is obviously chocolate and cheese. Problem with that? I’m severely lactose intolerance and these two items of food cause very bad gastrointestinal problems for the majority of people. So not the best foods to eat on your period since gas cramps can actually make your period cramps feel 10x WORSE. 

My method to working around this? I actually go to the store and buy gas medicine and take it before each meal, and then I buy probiotic juice. The gas medicine helps greatly with the gas cramps most females/males with ovaries get when on their period. The probiotic juice is there to help you keep pooping normally because the one thing we generally won't admit is that it hurts to poop on our period. The probiotic juice makes the poop come out for you with no problem, you don't gotta force it or get backed up by a week. Letting yourself get backed up will make the period worse too, trust me.

Now what specific foods am I talking about cutting back on? Here is a list for you:

- DAIRY PRODUCTS

I know we all love ice cream and chocolate on our periods but we have to completely get rid of it during our period or set a measurement of how much we can have a day. I set it to be 5 pieces of chocolate and only a cup on ice cream a day because thats the sweet spot for me. I feed my craving just enough, but I won't screw my body over with more pain by overeating. 

- Bread

We all love bread but BOI does it back you up. backed up intestines means intestinal cramps. intestinal cramps equal worse period cramps. Just completely cut out the bread if you can. If you can't then just have one piece of bread for breakfast so you aren't over eating it.

- SWEETS SWEETS SWEETS 

i mean come on, eating to much of this off your period will upset your stomach to much. Having candy near you on your period is a recipe for disaster since we will just keep eating and eating and eating and eating. Stick to only hard candy or mints.

- C H I P S

Only two bowls of chips a day. Chips do not fill a person, they are expensive, and honestly you feel bad after eating them. I crave doritos dipped in chocolate like nothing else on my period but I also cry after realizing I ate an entire bag in 10 minutes and that I'm still hungry. Just pls save yourself that hurt and don't get chips, or pre-portion them out into baggies so you don't over eat them.

- acidic drinks

This includes soda AND juice. Now my guilty pleasure during periods is Cream Soda. I love it, its all i want to drink on my period. But that is a rly rly RLY big mistake. You'll fall into the craving of wanting something bubbly or acidic and cause yourself so much stomach pain. ALWAYS drink water or gatorade on your period and nothing else. KEEP HYDRATED. Constantly drinking acidic drinks or soda will dehydrate you during a time where you are dehydrated more than usual. Please be kind to yourself and stick to drinks with electrolytes in it.

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Now, if you stay away from those foods and follow the gas medicine and probiotic routine, you'll actually cut your period pain down by a third. I use to have the most DEBILITATING cramps to the point where I couldn't even move without vomiting, but then i started pre-training my diet before my period and now I can mostly go through the day with just painful ass cramps but not “vomit if I even twitch” cramps. 

The next most important thing to have and take on your period is Iron supplements. 

Most of us don't even think about that honestly. We are just so tired, and lethargic, and dizzy, and in pain that we don't bother to think about it. Why is that? We are low on iron y'all. trust me when I say do yourself the biggest fucking favor ever and buy iron supplements for your period. I use to practically be in comas during my period but now i have more energy during my period than i have normally because of the iron supplements. 

Another Item of advice that I know works for others I know but doesn't exactly work for me is a minor workout routine during your period. It’s never helped me but it helps others I know. The physical activity I have to do though is actually deep cleaning stuff. It keeps me busy and gives me a little bit of exercise while also helping me feel like i actually accomplished something. Some of my friends switched to that method instead of exercising and have said it makes them feel better because they were a bit active and they can see the results of said activity. If you exercise ur just well....exercising. If you clean you are making your space cleaner for yourself and removing some of your anxiety. 

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This last section is going to be dedicated to a list of items that I and others have found useful to have on our periods. If it helps us hopefully it could help you.

- IRON SUPPLEMENTS

- Gas medication (3 times a day with food)

- PROBIOTICS 

- heat pad stuffy (This thing here specifically --->https://www.amazon.com/Intelex-CP-TUR-1-Turtle-Cozy-Plush/dp/B07D9ZKMTP/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=period%2Bheat%2Btoy&qid=1564873457&s=gateway&sr=8-1&th=1)

These heat toys are a god damn blessing let me tell y'all. 

- epsom salt baths (I specifically get the rose petal epsom salts because its my favorite scent and the epsom salts are doing their job of releasing tense muscles at the same time.

- Aromatherapy bubble bath/body wash 

you’d be surprised how much aromatherapy actually helps with period cramps. I generally will get anything lavender since a major issue i have is sleeping and staying asleep on my period. 

- Livia period pain device

This item is made for people like me with endometriosis and anyone else with a uterus issue. it works wonders for us so I should help anyone with even just a regular period cramp. 

- get the softest or silkiest pajamas you can find

I know I always feel a fuck ton better being in silk pajamas or wearing a cuddly hoody on my period. find yourself a specific period outfit that you will feel absolutely comfortable in. 

- Get an ice pack. 

This may seem weird since we generally want heat on our uterus during periods but thats not what the ice pack is for. It ice pack is for your neck and face. If you're like me you get terrible headaches and fevers on your period. The ice pack will be a life saver.

- neck pillow.

its good to have support on your neck if you need to curl up in a ball, just sayin.

- tank top with built in bra

this one also seems weird but i fucking hate wearing actual bras on my period, but i also have extremely sensitive boobs so they can't just be hanging or they hurt S O MUCH. So i bought some of these well padded bad bois so I don't have to feel like i’m wearing a bra but my boobs won't hurt either (https://www.amazon.com/dp/B07Q1FT1VD/?coliid=I2EDPG7QCZ7F4R&colid=FY4LAMPX1G21&psc=0&ref_=lv_ov_lig_dp_it)

Last but not least, a fun fact. Pads and tampons have fucking chlorine bleach in them. u wanna know how i figured that one out finally? I’m god damn allergic to chlorine. Vomiting all over a movie theater bathroom while feeling like you are dying isn't a fun experience - all because I wore a tampon for 5 fucking minutes. But I've fixed that problem because they are finally coming out with bleach free pads and tampons. So if you ever feel extremely sick during your period its probably because of the chlorine in your pads. Do yourself a favor and find the pure cotton bleach free pads and your local store. 

[paint-pilot]

alright, here’s the show recap (under a cut since i know i can be long-winded at times)!

friday bullet points:

our TMEA performance was amazing - i couldn’t have been prouder of what i did. but no more on that, as this is a horse blog!

because there were four of us to a hotel room, we had to share some beds and all, yadda yadda. of course it so happens that the girl i was sleeping with woke up with a raging fever (i have the immune system of a goldfish).

saturday:

two barn kids agreed to take care of Jazz and get him to the show, so i ended up staying at the TMEA convention through most of saturday morning. i was honestly starstruck by the whole thing, and part of me wishes i would have just skipped the show altogether to see the all-state choir. at the same time, though, i missed my horse really terribly, so i was glad to see him that afternoon.

the kid that schooled Jazz on saturday did really well with him, and the course was actually in pretty decent shape save for one fence.

but of course, as i went to bed, i started having coughing fits (to the great enjoyment, i’m sure, of the kids i shared a room with).

sunday:

i woke up on sunday feeling about 10x worse, so naturally i decided to show anyway and work through it.

my dressage test was really good, all things considered - my judge was pretty harsh, so i don’t think my score was at all deserved, but the wind picked up really hard as we entered the ring and Jazz barely batted an eye.

(i did have to get off his stupid ass at bit check because he was very nearly rearing every time the poor volunteer tried to stick a finger in his mouth. god bless)

oh yeah, so my dressage and stadium times were exactly half an hour apart, so after my test i essentially had to throw off his dressage tack, throw on his jump saddle/boots/bridle, and power walk back up to stadium warmup.

our stadium round was good, overall - i didn’t get into an anxious spiral and had pretty good control of him. he did stop at fence three - the rollback turn and the flower boxes were too much for him - but it was a clean stop with no dropped shoulders, and he jumped it clean on the second approach.

he saved my ass in the last combination; he took a long spot at the first fence that i wasn’t ready for, so in the two-stride i was laying over his neck with my life flashing before my eyes lol. but he jumped it nonetheless! so i was super happy with him overall.

after stadium, i was incredibly winded - i kept getting sicker by the hour so my endurance was all but gone. after about an hour of deliberation, i decided that, while i could make it through the course if everything went smoothly, there was a serious risk i might fall if i had a stop (especially in the latter part of the course when i’d already be laboring), and i didn’t feel the need to cause myself or my horse additional trauma in that matter. so i scratched, and just stayed the rest of the show to watch my friends (moving around made me feel somewhat better anyhow)

so anyhow, i’m now completely laid up, but i’m really happy with how this weekend went. nothing really seemed to get to my horse despite a lot of weirdness on my end and at the showgrounds, and i know it was a good experience for him. besides, we’ve got several more shows before August!

[tony-starksanxieties]

sick.|| peter parker x reader.

summary: reader thinks she’s sick with a simple stomach bug but sike hahahahh. 

warnings: teen pregnancy, fluff, v?o?m?i?t, mentions of sex. 

a/n: idk where this came from but yeah. fun times. enjoy. i also didn’t proof read this so there might be some spelling errors and such. sorry:)  

pt.2 

i groaned as a sudden wave a nausea came over me. i rolled out of bed and ran to the bathroom. after throwing up three times i reached for my phone to check the time, “3:46 am? what the hell.” i rolled my eyes and got up to brush my teeth. i decided against going back to sleep so i opted to text peter, in hopes he was still awake. it was a saturday so i assumed he was.

i twiddled my thumbs, thinking about if he should come over or not. after five minutes of contemplation i decided on yes. he replied to my text rather quickly and said he’d be over in 15 minutes. i fixed my hair and sprayed a little bit of perfume on. exactly 15 minutes later there was a tap on my window. i walked over to let the spider boy in. “hi pete.” “hey. you okay?” i nodded and walked over to my bed. peter followed and laid down next to my body. his arm wrapped over my body, pulling me closer into his warm frame. i sighed contently as i slowly drifted back into sleep. 

i woke feeling 10x worse than just a few hours ago. the clock read 10:34 am. at least it was a normal hour to puke your guts out. i dashed to the bathroom and once again, threw up whatever was left in my stomach. peter was quick to figure what was wrong and he ran after me. “shh, shh. just let it all out.” he held my hair in a makeshift pony tail to avoid me getting anything in it. after 5 long minutes i leaned against the bathtub and sighed. “can you check if i have a fever?” peter nodded and brought his hand to my forehead. he shook his head, “you feel normal. maybe you have food poisoning.” my eyes darted around the room, thinking of what could be wrong. my eyes widened and my stomach lurched at the thought that invaded my mind. “peter... what if i’m pregnant?” “what? how is that possible?” i made a face at him “we had sex. duh.” “i know that but we used protection.” “it doesn’t always work, pete.” he brought his hands up to his curly brown hair, repeatedly running his fingers through it. “ohmygod, ohmygod.” “calm down peter. we don’t even know yet.” i stood up and wrapped my arms around his torso and ran my hands up and down his back. “we’re only 17, y/n. how can we support a baby?” my eyes teared up at his words. “peter, if i am pregnant, will you stay or not?” “what? what are you talking about? of course i’ll stay.” i sniffled, “thank you.” 

peter and i held hands as we walked into the pharmacy. i led him to the aisle where the pregnancy tests were. i picked out three boxes, just to be safe. we made our way to the checkout line. once it was our turn i placed the boxes on the counter. the lady, who looked to be around 40, made a judgemental face at us. i fake smiled at her as she scanned the items. “have a nice day.” she said as she handed me the receipt. “yeah i will.” peter snickered at my response and intertwined our hands. 

i hummed nervously as i waited for all three tests to load. i decided to kill time by scrolling through instagram for the next 3 minutes. i looked away from my phone and looked down at the tests. “holy shit.” 

pregnant

positive

+

“oh my god. peter come here.” peter trotted into the small bathroom and nearly fainted. “what are we gonna do?” i asked, voice shaky from crying.  peters face was red and sweaty as he responded, “we’re gonna raise a child, y/n.” 

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a/n: i am not promoting teen pregnancy in this so pls don’t come for me. teen pregnancy is very real and common so i just wanted to bring some light on the topic. :)))))

~grace ☽

[itskrispyfries-blog]

I spent 5 days in a Korean hospital with limited Korean skills and no insurance.

This is going to be long but it’s something I wanted to document because it was one of the most difficult things I’ve experienced but also extremely eye opening and I guess I’m almost thankful for the experience but also wouldn’t wish it on anyone else. 

The background to this is I got a job teaching in South Korea and left in June 2017 and started this job. In August 2017 I developed a severe case of tonsillitis which was a fever and made it extremely painful to swallow. At this time I had insurance and one of my coworkers told me to go to a clinic down the street from my place and they diagnosed me and gave me a prescription of I don’t know what but I took it and felt better after a couple days. This ended up being reoccurring for me and I got tonsillitis again in October and November (at these times it was less severe than the first time) After October I had left my job and started a new one that did not provide me with insurance so I didn’t go to the doctor because I thought it would be expensive like the states and it wasn’t that bad so I thought I’d be fine.  

So fast forward to what brought me to the hospital. 

I started to feel like I was getting sick the Wednesday after Christmas and by Sunday morning I knew I had tonsillitis again because it was getting really painful to swallow, even worse than the first time. On Monday I was in a lot of pain and decided to go to see a doctor despite not having insurance. I texted some of my friends to see if anyone could come with me to help translate and one of them agreed and took me to a clinic near by my home. Again the doctor said I had severe tonsillitis. He took a picture of my throat (gross but it was completely white) and gave me some antibiotics that I had to take with food. I could barely eat but tried to eat something to take the medicine (important later). 

I went back to this clinic again two days later on Wednesday with my friend and they gave me stronger medicine and but they said it was looking a little better. On Thursday evening I was still trying to take the medicine but I couldn’t eat much due to the pain and swelling. (also by this time my lymph node was almost the size of a tennis ball) Later that evening I was having trouble breathing so I texted one of my friends if he could take me to the hospital. At the time the only thing open was the ER so he drove me there and helped me get checked in. They were really focused on my heart rate because it was high and they thought that meant I was pregnant so they were worried about giving me medicine. I was trying to tell them I was anxious and it’s not out of the ordinary for me to have a high heart rate in this case. Eventually they gave me an IV of I’m guessing anti inflammatory and it helped a little and I could breathe better again. The ER visit was a little over $300 without insurance which is a lot but nothing compared to the states so I was thankful for that. 

Skipping to that Saturday I was worse than before. I couldn’t take the antibiotics anymore, drink water, or even swallow because my throat was so swollen. My friend couldn’t come to help me that day so I took myself back to the clinic and using a phone app for translation I explained to them what was wrong. The doctor looked and my throat said ‘oh my god’ in Korean multiple times and told me I needed to go to the hospital as soon as possible. They gave me the name of the hospital and let me go without even charging me for the visit. Another person visiting the doctor who spoke English wanted to help me and walked me to the subway with explaining how to get to the hospital and wished me luck. So by myself I climbed the (what seemed like a mile high) subway stairs and rode the subway to the hospital. 

This part took a super long time but basically I used the translation app to check in and wait to see the ENT specialist at the hospital. I sat for the longest hour and a half of my life barely being able to breathe and extremely dehydrated because it was too painful and difficult to drink anything. When I finally saw the doctor he briefly looked at my throat and swollen lymph node and said I had to be admitted immediately. 

Once I was admitted they told me I first needed to get an X-RAY and blood test then go check into my room. I was the only foreigner that I saw in the hospital and the nurses on my floor were very nice but weren’t able to speak English well and I could barely talk at all from the swelling. After checking in with them they put me in a room with 5 other people and gave me my hospital clothes. I sat in my bed thinking about literally everything. They put in an IV drip of saline and a type of antibiotics and also gave me an injection for pain. I asked the nurse for water but I don’t think she understood me. One of my roommates came over and gave me some oranges and a bottle of water. I was so happy I almost cried. I’ve never felt so thirsty before and she was so nice. 

I was also relieved because the medication started working and I could swallow without much pain or difficulty. A little later they served us dinner and even though it was just some tuna, soup, and vegetables I had barely eaten that past week and when I did it was in extreme pain, so this was one of the best meals I’ve ever had. 

On my third day in the hospital they told me I needed to get a CT scan to look at my swollen lymph nodes. This was probably the The IV for the CT scan was the most painful and the only time I felt like I was going to pass out. They also did not warn me when they injected the liquid which for some reason made me feel super warm so I started to panic a little but it ended up being okay and not as bad as I thought. I went back to my room to wait for the results. 

On this day they also tried to explain to me that my blood test showed that I had some sort of liver damage which was overwhelming to hear by itself but when the doctor came in to give me my CT scan results I almost broke down. The first thing he told me was I had lymphoma, which in my head meant cancer. I later found out it was a miscommunication and he was telling me my lymph node was extremely swollen and they didn’t know if it was benign or malignant and that I should go to a university hospital to get a biopsy. At this point I was emotionally exhausted and starting to get anxious to leave the hospital. 

At this point I knew I had to leave soon because the hospital bill was getting to be too much to afford and I really felt 10x better. I had made plans to come back to the states so I could be under my father’s insurance and see my GP that I’ve been going to for years. Finally, on the 5th day my boss came to let them know I needed to be discharged and I’d be going back to the states for more treatment. I was really thankful for my boss because he helped me talk to the billing department and the person we worked with was able to cut my bill down over 50% and I’m extremely grateful for that. After he left I got my last round of IV antibiotics and my boyfriend came to pick me up and bought me a cheeseburger because that’s all I wanted at the time. 

As stressful and scary as this situation was it really amazed and grateful for everyone who came to visit me and bring things while I was staying in the hospital. My roommates always shared food with me and my friends and students came and brought me drinks and things to eat. My boss helped me so much with navigating the hospital and health care system and my boyfriend gave me so much emotional support and took care of me when I got out of the hospital. Everyone made a really difficult experience more bearable and without them I really don’t know how I could have gotten through it. 

I don’t wish this on anyone but the whole thing really gave me a lot to be thankful for and I really appreciate the support system I developed in Korea. Now I’m back home recovering and I really hope to never hear the word tonsillitis again.  

[spiffydolan]

I feel my id be such a good mom, but no like your typical mom, like you’re COOL MOM 😂😂😂 But really, I feel like I really want to be a young mom so I can still be cool. Just looking at how I was raised, in a traditional setting, I just done desire that?? Like I don’t want the traditional child-mom relationship! Idk what do you think you’ll be like as a mom??

as long as I’m not like my mom, I’m good 😂 I definitely know what you mean by wanting to be a young mom, so you can still be “cool” hahah i love that.

I’ll be so overprotective just because that’s how I am in general… but I feel like I’ll be 10x worse when it’s my own kid. But I don’t think I’ll be overbearing and like not let my kid ever leave the house. Like I want my kid to have the freedom to do what they want, and I hope that I can trust them enough to not be stupid. But even if they are stupid, as long as there are no major consequences it’ll be a good learning lesson for them.

I think I’ll be an annoying mom who is always trying to squish their cheeks or mess with their hair. Like I’ll always be tickling them and running after them.

I used to babysit these two girls, and the younger one looooved to give penguin kisses (where you rub noses), and it made me so freaking happy. My baby fever peaked in those moments haha I’ll always do that with my kid tho.

I hope I’ll be the kind of mom that my kid knows I’m always there to back them up. I don’t want them to ever be afraid to ask for anything. I want them to value my opinion, but also be able to decide things for themselves. I hope I’ll be the kind of mom that my daughter can look up to as a right and just woman and admire the kind of mother, wife, daughter, and sister I am, wanting to be similar to me now and when she grows up. I want my son to look up to me and my husband and learn the way he should treat and woman and the woman should treat him.

I hope I’ll be a young mom as well so I can take my kids a bunch of fun places and go on spontaneous trips with them and their father. Just do all the fun things with them while I’m still young and my body is able to keep up haha

Explain what you mean by traditional setting and why you don’t want that!

[the-eng-circle]

#westcitysurf #weather_report #florence #28oct It's Monday today - the weather here in northern Italy is gettin' colder at evening/night times. I'm in an end-struggle I've described before (not entirely decided/wished for by myself - but I agree with the nine I see do their 'final act') here in Florence. I found a thrown away mobile-phone a few days ago (broken display, maybe dropped (from a car) stolen goods - I'll see what it is when I have it charged) and have very few minutes of internet nowadays. A lot of mind-struggle-time, explosive curses on my inside has been needed - cause still I 'get stoned' wherever I go outside, "cleaning outside" my door so to say. As a sauna-father and this constant 39'C fever for years now (the self-lobotomizing return-machine that stone contestants in a 'game' somewhere in hom/hin/sin's domains) is hurtful on the inside - rag/rug-dolls becoming thrashed (thrash-dolls) over and over again. It's an attempt from state to sickdeem myself - with their three 'start-illnesses' (fever, cough and cold). The rest in a death-squadron will get full-blown AIDS - after a HIV-effect (an illness also known in it's childhood for "HTLV3") in a drug-status I don't know any about - but they've called it HEN-flu/AIDS-epedemics before (in Africa it might have been a few experiments - they who were greatly accused for having homosexuality in some tribal-mass-psychosis). For an old nostalgy-trip as a swede, Magnus Uggla mentioned HTLV3 in his song "passionsfruit" - a song that redicule/taunt those who EAT a creator (creators always has "passion" while Christ-followers is said to hail "pain/tormentation", passion's complete opposite) to eat passions-fruit so they take a recipy mention in Hell-mode - you ARE what you EAT! It's very tough for some to eat ham/pig-meat/pork in those moments... but why not something with 'passion' (Magnus has humour in his own personal hell on Earth). Magnus Uggla - Passionsfruit (Youtube): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Smftsp0ckAM - - - My music is since long gone (without PC/Phonepad or mobilephone) and the amusement/entertainment is hard in hell on Earth - in the front, against ~190 nations lack of love/law and still fight for what conquers all, what you have to be in every type of lawless state, everytime evil 'manifest itself'.... on your inside, outside your own bodybuilding - it has to be fought, otherwise you (as the honorary and true man you at that moment are) die... at least every adult father-wannabe has to START doing it. Otherwise, it's a playground outside - the one I see lead to a lot of violence, whence the currency noone holds responsible for, breaks down. The new world-depression will be TEN (10x) times worse than the last one - and no government-plans can help against it - it's a wish for fascism, and todays modern people DOES NOT want fascism back (that's retarded fatherships who can't understand what power do - when it corrupts, it's doing you wrongturned - in the head). Otherwise I had a few 'wedding-tokens' among a bunch of coins in a plastic bag a few months ago. Those I don't find any use of - cause it exists a plan of true-ship of something (a man, a goldsmith or a 'womans's support') - the tokens have a history I found on internet... and they say to be worth a small amount each, but that would be in real coin-dealerships/at coin-collectors... and those I haven't learned to know yet (gold (electro-platinated or not) is a sensitive metal for every gold-smith). I will try to true it's value myself - but it can take a while. I survive over the day - I can't afford to send letters home, to older writers of the swedish language (a language is on it's stake here) - the few coins I am 'allowed' (in a strange coin-game/-age) is not enough to any extra-expenses like start trying to "build bridges" back to the nordic regions. But the struggle/fight will go on - sad that the old writers is seem to "go away" now... the new one's hasn't made any good impressions on myself. I keep in touch later... through this blog... Bona Se-ra!

[totallyexhausted]

Thank You for Being You...

Hey Bros!!!

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LATE! Please don’t kill me- haha. Okay, requested by @shipping-it-like-fedex for a sick Vik not wanting Yuuri to know he was sick because of his past experiences. I mention (what I believe) how Viktor’s childhood kind of went down considering we don’t know that much about him… so yeah. Hope it’s okay. Hope to post a few more fics by the end of the week… like I seriously need to work on my Voltron sick Keith. Okay. Later brobros!

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The first time he’d been sick during a competition, he was 9. Afterwards, through a fevered haze and river of tears, he remembered his parents yelling because he had lost despite still proceeding to the nationals. The last time he’d been sick, he had wound up in the hospital after passing out in the hotel lobby while giving an interview about his latest win. He didn’t remember much, except the awful headache that followed as he pried his eyes open to the harsh lights and loud monitors in the hospital room. He remembered being confused, and like most teenagers, scared, questioning the location of his parents. His parents hadn’t been there, not because they hadn’t cared, but because they had cared about the wrong thing. He remembered turning on the television a day later to see his father giving an interview about Viktor’s latest win at Nationals, and watching his mother give a tearful speech about the state of health her only son was in. Not that he really remembered much but according to the nurse, Viktor’s parents hadn’t been to see him once. This really wasn’t surprising to him, but it didn’t mean it hurt any less. And it hadn’t been until Yakov had driven to the hospital to take him home, that Viktor finally understood and broke down, crying. Since then, Viktor had been pretty good about staying healthy, overlooking illnesses, and knowing his limits. But now, despite the 3 aspirin he’d swallowed an hour ago, Viktor was finding it hard to stay focused. He brought his hand to his mouth, coughing harshly, wincing as the cold air from the rink touched his raw throat. He didn’t really want to be here, but since it involved Yuuri, Viktor would do anything he could to ensure his fiancé’s happiness. He felt pride swell in his chest as he watched his boyfriend skate to the center of the ice, and waved cheerfully as Yuuri glanced in his direction. He leaned against the rail heavily, fighting the urge to drop his head against the cold metal, and squinted towards Yuuri’s direction. His head was killing him. “He doesn’t know you’re sick, eh geezer?” Someone said softly. Viktor turned to see Yurio standing next to him, his hair pulled back in a tight braid, and a big hoodie swallowing his tiny frame. Viktor stood up straighter, running a hand through his hair, “I’m not sick,” he said roughly. God even his voice was hoarse. Yurio snorted, turning to give Viktor a questionable look, “Yeah, whatever you have to tell yourself, Vitya. Look, I’ve known you a lot longer than that pig, so he might not be able to tell when you’re ill, but I can… also, Yakov told me.” Yurio said, pointing behind him. Viktor turned to see Yakov talking to some reporters, his eyes fixed on Viktor. Viktor coughed softly, and turned back around to watch Yuuri. He should have known Yakov would know something was off, he always did. Yakov was always good at knowing that kind of thing, which made lying to him difficult because he could read Viktor like a book- it probably didn’t help that Viktor had lived with him and Lilia for a few months either, so Yakov knew more about Viktor than most people. Viktor felt something jab him in the ribs, and turned back to face the Russian punk, an eyebrow raised. Yurio pulled the ponytail from his hair, running his hand through the tight braids, “I’m camping in Ota’s room tonight. No telling what germs old people carry. Da?” Viktor smirked slightly before nodding. Yurio sighed loudly, turning to leave, “You won’t be able to hide it for long Viktor. Besides Yuuri isn’t anything like your parents… that would be creepy.” The teenager thrust his hands in his pockets, and bumped Viktor’s shoulder gently, before walking back over to Yakov. Viktor swallowed and turned back towards the ice. He closed his eyes as the room began to spin and waited for the music to start. He knew Yurio was right, he wouldn’t be able to hide it for long. He shuddered as his mother’s face flashed across his mind.

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She was standing over him, yelling at him while he clutched at the blisters on his left foot. Blood had begun to soak through his sock, and he yanked it off to reveal the cuts and bruises littering his heel. He remembered crying, begging his mother for a break, watching the other 5-year-olds pushing each other on the ice playfully. He just wanted to be like them…

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Viktor cleared his throat as he opened his eyes. The music had begun to play and he watched as Yuuri danced gracefully over the ice. He smiled brightly. God, he loved that pork cutlet bowl, more than anything in the world. He swallowed loudly, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him. He leaned further against the rail, waiting for it to pass. He started feeling ill when they woke up yesterday, but it wasn’t until this morning that Viktor realized that choking down a few extra vitamins weren’t going to help him. He breathed shallowly, listening to the music, hoping for a distraction. He ran his hand through his hair again and cleared his throat. His vision wavered again and Viktor wondered how much aspirin he’d be able to consume within the next 10 minutes without dying. He coughed again, and turned to look at Yakov once more. Yakov had finished his interview and instead stood in front of Yurio, his hands waving madly. A small smile crossed over Viktor’s face- Yurio was most likely in trouble, like always. The crowd cheered and Viktor thrust his attention back towards Yuuri. Yuuri had nailed one of his jumps. Viktor’s smile grew even bigger and he waved again as Yuuri glanced towards him. ……………………………………………………………………………

Once Yuuri’s feet touched the carpet, Viktor knew he needed to leave. Yuuri’s performance had been phenomenal, and if Viktor wasn’t currently fighting a losing battle with his stomach, he would have run onto the ice to shower his fiancé in praise and kisses. Now however, Viktor was finding it hard to see straight; his head was pounding viciously and the lights from the arena felt like tiny daggers digging into his skull every time one flashed in his direction. He grabbed their bags off the floor harshly, and headed towards the locker room hearing Yuuri calling after him. Viktor closed his eyes for a second as a wave of dizziness washed over him, and put his hand to his head, trying to rub his headache away. He leaned against the wall, wincing as Yuuri’s scores were called over the loud speaker. A smile broke out over his face, Yuuri was in 2nd place so far. “Viktor! Viktor, did I do something wrong? Are you mad at me?” Yuuri said softly, grabbing a hold of Viktor’s wrist. Viktor felt his blood run cold as he opened his eyes and looked down at the tears gathering in Yuuri’s eyes. He wiped them away softly with tip of his thumb, biting his lip, feeling another wave of nausea wash over him. He swallowed thickly, and shook his head. He tried to smile, honestly, he did, but his headache was getting worse, making everything blurry and bright. He glanced up at the harsh lights above them, wincing as the next skater was announced over the intercom. He really needed to leave. He felt a gentle tug on his sleeve and looked down once more to see Yuuri staring at him, worry painted across his face. Great, Viktor was making him panic. He felt guilty. “Y-you were amazing love,” he said gently. His voice wavered and Viktor swallowed again because it was all that he could manage right now. He didn’t want to be here. He didn’t want to be around paparazzi and people with camera phones, the idea of causing another big scene so soon after Yurio’s “vomit fest,” made chills run down Viktor’s spine… or maybe that was the fever, he wasn’t really sure. He really didn’t want to be here… especially with Yuuri. He didn’t want Yuuri to know he was sick but he had a feeling that ship was about to sail. He pulled his hand out of Yuuri’s grasp and stifled a cough. He felt the bags drop from his shoulder. It really didn’t matter if he was sick now, because, considering Viktor shared a room and a bed with Yuuri, his pork cutlet would find out eventually. Like Yurio said, Viktor couldn’t hide it forever, no matter how much he wanted too. Yuuri’s nothing like your parents Vitya…

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Viktor stifled a cough behind his hand and took a shallow breath. He could hear his parent’s cheering from the sidelines and he bit back a wince. He could feel blood beginning to seep through his right sock from the rigorous practice he’d had every single day leading up to this competition. He didn’t really mind it, but since his parents were strict, this made certain situations 10x worse. He closed his eyes and waited for the music to begin, wiping some sweat that had begun to form on his forehead. He felt like shit, and the blood from one of the blisters on his foot, wasn’t helping. He coughed again, feeling a wave of nausea course through him and he swallowed loudly. There was no way in hell he was going to tell his parents he was sick, just like there was no way in hell he was going to mention that he spent the whole night in the bathroom, puking up, what had to be, everything that he’d eaten in last few days. The last time he’d told them he was sick, they’d forced him to choke down like 8 Tylenol and then drove him to practice. It wasn’t until he practically fainted on the ice, that Yakov sent him home stating that if he didn’t feel well, he shouldn’t be practicing. His parents weren’t abusive, just harsh. They hated it when he got sick, not because he was ill, but because he couldn’t preform or do his best- because he couldn’t win. He sneezed loudly and opened his eyes to a spinning arena. He blinked a few times, blocking out the praises coming from his mother, and looked over at Yakov. He snorted as he watched Yakov stand next to his parents, motionless, a scowl present on his face. He turned back towards the lights, feeling his body begin to shake. This wasn’t good. He had an interview in the hotel lobby after this about next season, and he wasn’t even sure if he could make it through his competition. He sighed loudly as the music started.

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“Viktor? Are you okay?” Yuuri asked softy. Viktor blinked a few times as Yuuri’s face came back into focus. He had zoned out, that tended to happen when he was feverish. He nodded slowly as his stomach flipped, and he gulped loudly. He took a shallow breath, realizing his breakfast was going to make a reappearance very soon. Viktor looked around the hallway, spotting the locker room a few feet ahead, and pushed past Yuuri. He made it about 10 feet before his legs gave out and he slammed against the wall, hard. He heard Yuuri yelp, and felt a strong hand wrap around his torso and shoulder, pulling him up. The room did a full 180 and Viktor clenched his eyes shut. He felt his feet moving but he wasn’t really sure where he was being directed, but he hoped it was somewhere with a bathroom. He groaned loudly as his stomach lurched and he swallowed compulsively. “It’s okay Vitya. Hang in there a little bit longer,” he heard Yuuri say softy. He felt the grip around his torso tighten and assumed Yuuri was to one holding him up. His stomach lurched again and Viktor forced his eyes open. The locker room swirled in a multitude of colors and it took everything Viktor had to keep his eyes open. His breathing quickened slightly, and he felt a warmth wash over him as Yuuri opened one of the stall door towards the end. Viktor pushed away from Yuuri dizzily and smacked against the tiled floor, choking up the acidic bile and predigested food. He coughed harshly, sucking in a sharp breath as he hung his head over the toilet weakly. It took him a second before he realized Yuuri’s hand was on his back, and he glanced to his left slightly to see his fiancé sitting next to him, concern etching across his face. Viktor’s stomach heaved again and he thrust his head back towards the ceramic basin, lurching violently. He didn’t want Yuuri to be here. He didn’t want Yuuri to yell at him, or to be mad… like his parents always did/ were. He wasn’t really sure if he could take that right now. He exhaled shakily, hearing Yuuri saying something but he was too tired to listen. He scooted back against the wall and struggled to pull his arm from his jacket. He felt Yuuri grab his arm gently and tug his jacket off before hanging it on one of the hooks on the door. Viktor groaned again, leaning his head against the wall weakly. He wanted to go back to the hotel and sleep… and for the room to stop spinning. He felt sweat drip down his face and tried to move his hand to wipe it from his cheeks, but his limbs wouldn’t cooperate. “Why didn’t you tell me you were sick!” Yuuri said softly, wiping some of the sweat from Viktor’s forehead gently with his jacket sleeve. He felt guilt wash over him. He was Viktor’s fiancé, he should have known. Yuuri pressed his lips gently against Viktor’s forehead, letting out a small gasp as he felt the heat burning against his lips. Viktor looked up dazedly, seeing the tears welling in Yuuri’s eyes again, and swallowed the lump in his throat. Yuuri looked hurt. Viktor bit his bottom lip as his father’s voice echoed through his mind and his mother’s disappointed gaze was cast upon him. If you can’t skate or interview with a small fever and a stomachache, then you shouldn’t be a skater Vitya! Viktor felt tears streaming down his face as he let out a half-choked sob, pulling his knees towards him, trying to hug his body. He cast his gaze towards Yuuri’s feet, not wanting to look his fiancé in the eye, not wanting to see the disappointment. He coughed again as he sucked in a ragged breath. “I-I’m sorry Yuuri! Please don’t be mad,” Viktor sobbed harshly. He clutched his knees to his chest as he continued to cry. He glanced up at Yuuri to see a panicked look painted across his face, and Viktor swallowed loudly. He felt snot dripping from his nose as tears streamed down his face and he choked back another sob, “Please Yuuri. I’m sorry. I’m sorry…” Yuuri stared at Viktor, panicked worry coursing through his veins. He bit his lip, pulling some tissues from the box in Viktor’s bag, and tried his best to wipe the tears that ran down his fiancé’s face. He had never seen Viktor like this. Yuuri felt his breathing hitch slightly. “Vik- Vitya, baby, I’m not mad. I would never be mad over something you couldn’t control. Oh god, Viktor honey, please stop crying, please calm down,” Yuuri felt his throat tighten and he sucked in a shaky breath. He needed to calm down, he needed to breath, he was on the verge of having a panic attack, and something told him that that wouldn’t help Viktor’s current situation. He grasped one of Viktor’s hands in his, more for his benefit than Viktor’s because he needed to feel something right now, something to keep him from panicking. It was different when Yurio was sick because Yuuri had Viktor to rely on. But now, well Yuuri hardly doubted the smaller Russian would be able to help him; besides, Viktor was his fiancé so Yuuri needed to figure this out on his own. Yuuri rummaged in his bag, grabbing his water bottle, unscrewing the cap and shaking it gently in front of Viktor. Viktor shook his head, pushing it away from him, tears still streaming down his pale face. Yuuri bit his lip, “Viktor, honey, I k-know you think I’m mad, but I promise you, I’m not. I’m so sorry but I-I really need you to calm down, otherwise I’m going to h-have a panic attack, and that won’t help either of us right now.” Viktor looked at Yuuri, and Yuuri felt his heart snap into a million pieces. Viktor’s eyebrows scrunched together, confusion masking over his face as he stared at Yuuri. Tears were water falling down his face, and Yuuri sucked in another harsh breath. Viktor looked so lost and innocent, and it hurt to see him like this. Yuuri coughed and bit his lip as understanding washed over Viktor’s features. He nodded softly, wiping away some of the tears and snot spilling down his face. Viktor let out a harsh cough, groaning softly. He felt another wave of dizziness wash over him as Yuuri shook the water once more in front of his face. He was tired, and hot. The jacket that he’d stripped from his body haphazardly hadn’t helped lessen the heat that flowed through his body. He grabbed the water, raising to his mouth shakily and took several sloppy drinks before handing it back to Yuuri. He felt his stomach flip as bile rushed up his throat and Viktor thrust his head over the toilet, puking up the small amount of water he had just consumed and what little stomach acid he had left. He groaned loudly as he felt Yuuri’s hand on his back, and turned weakly to see a double image of his fiancé. “I-I need to lie d-down,” he whispered softly, wincing as the words raked against his already raw throat. He moved slowly, resting his head in Yuuri’s lap, curling his long legs to his chest as the room continued to spin. “I-I don’t feel well Yuuri,” Viktor choked out, closing his eyes. Yuuri sighed loudly, pressing his hand against Viktor’s forehead again. Viktor was burning up, and despite caring for a sick Yurio several times before, Yuuri had no idea how to care for a sick Viktor. Yuuri let out another shaky breath, “I know honey, and I’m really sorry. How about I call a cab, and help you off this dirty floor. We’ll go back to the hotel and you can go to sleep. I think we still have some left-over flu medicine from when Yurio got sick a few weeks ago… I saw it in one of the bags yesterday. I guess I forgot to take it out. Does that sound okay?” Viktor nodded weakly. He let out another sigh, listening to Yuuri talking to someone on the phone, who Viktor could only assume through his fevered haze, was the cabbie. He felt Yuuri shift his legs under his head and whimpered loudly, hugging his knees tighter to his chest. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry Viktor,” Yuuri said quickly, stiffening, not wanting to cause his fiancé anymore unnecessary discomfort. He ran his hand over Viktor’s sweaty back, listening to the cheers and claps coming from the crowd outside. He gripped his phone tightly in his hand waiting for the cabbie to call, and wondered slightly, if Viktor couldn’t stand on his own, how he was going to help him to the car, considering the Russian was noticeably taller than him. Yuuri shook this thought away as he wiped some tears that continued to fall from Viktor’s eyes. Viktor opened his eyes slowly, gazing up at Yuuri; his blue eyes clouded with fevered exhaustion. Yuuri bent down and kissed the side of Viktor’s temple gently, smiling slightly as he heard Viktor sigh. “Vitya, can I ask you a question?” He asked softly, running his fingers through the loose sweaty strands of Viktor’s silver hair. He felt the Russian skater nodded slightly, choking out a soft, “Da.” Yuuri took a breath, “Why would you ever think I was mad?” Viktor cringed, new tears pricking at his eyes now, and despite the dizziness that still enveloped him, he pushed himself off the floor and away from Yuuri weakly, pressing his overheated back against the tiled wall. He swallowed quickly as his stomach tried to readjust to the sudden movement and smack his head against the wall behind him, closing his eyes again. He crossed his arms over his stomach lazily and flinched as he felt something cool touch his forehead. It took him a few fevered minutes to realize that Yuuri was pressing a wet paper towel to his forehead. Yuuri must have gotten up at some point, or maybe Viktor was taking longer to respond that he thought- he always seemed to lose track of time when he was sick. He opened his eyes after the dizziness passed, and shivered slightly, “M-my parents, when I got sick at competitions, they were always mad. Force of habit, I guess… I-ugh- c-can I have some more water please.” Yuuri nodded softly, grabbing his bottle again and unscrewing the cap. He held it against Viktor’s mouth, allowing him to take several small sips before setting it back down on the ground next to him. He folded the paper towel he was holding and pressed it gently against Viktor’s cheeks, then forehead. Yuuri bit his bottom lip. “What happened to your parents Vitya?” He asked softly. The Russian skater very seldom talked about his parents, or his family for that matter. Every now and then, Viktor would tell Yuuri about something that happened in his childhood, or he would catch Viktor discussing his family with Yurio after one of his nightmares about his grandfather, to get him to calm down. Viktor shook his head gently before laughing quietly, “Nothing. The last I heard they moved to Berlin. My sister was accepted to an academy there, and they couldn’t bear the thought of losing their only child.” “What do you mean their only child? Viktor, you’re their son… right?” Yuuri winced as the last word left his mouth. He felt tears welling in his eyes, spilling over their tired rims as Viktor looked up, a soft sad smile plastered to his face. Viktor had silent tears glistening against his cheeks again, and Yuuri ran a hand through his hair shakily, dreading the answer. “My parents were thrilled to have a son who could accomplish so much at such a young age. They loved watching me skate, and pushed me harder than anyone I’ve ever met because they wanted me to achieve greatness. This… this wasn’t always a good thing… being pushed so hard, I mean. I was sick constantly, and my parents dealt with it just as Yurio would, by forcing me to power through it- one of the reasons I still do it today, I guess,” Viktor paused for a second, coughing harshly, “I’m not saying I don’t appreciate them doing that but I’ve ended up in the hospital several times, and lectured by Yakov for skating when I had a high fever, sprain ankle, or something, some major illness or injury that put me out for several days or weeks, even.” Yuuri wiped some of the tears gathering at Viktor’s chin, and scooted closer. Viktor was watching him intently through half shut eyes. He blinked a few times, trying to make his vision clearer and blink away the exhaustion that was currently coursing through his aching body. He wiped his eyes, and cleared his throat softly, “When I was 16, after the Berlin Nationals, I was giving an interview about my goals for the next season.” Yuuri nodded, “Yeah, I remember. You passed out on live television. I lived on social media for like four days, just trying to see if you were okay. I remember your mom said it was exhaustion.” Viktor smiled weakly, “I had a 104 fever that put me out for a good day. I didn’t remember much, except my little sister calling me, asking if I was okay. I remember the doctors were surprised that my parents hadn’t shown up because most parents of an ill 16-year-old wouldn’t leave the hospital. I, honestly, hadn’t been that surprised, just hurt. Instead Yakov had come with me to the hospital, leaving as soon as he knew I was okay, in order to arrange a conference with the press or something-” “I- why wouldn’t that surprise you? My mom would have slept at the hospital for like a week, despite my protest, just to make sure I was okay.” “Before the interview,” Viktor paused, taking a deep breath, “I, uh-my parents… like I said… were thrilled to have a son who could accomplish so much but,” Viktor looked down at his feet again, “… they weren’t so thrilled to have a son who liked the same sex.” “Vik- I,” Yuuri sat there, raking his mind over what Viktor had said. He felt shock and confusion etch across his face as finally understood what Viktor had meant. He felt tears slide down his face as Viktor wiped his own with the sleeve of his shirt. Yuuri’s parents had always been understanding and supportive, even when he came out, they threw a party, inviting everyone in town. At the time, it had been rather embarrassing but he remembered being thankful they had been so supportive. But it had never crossed his mind that Viktor’s parents were not the same as his. He never would have guessed, with how alive and happy Viktor was all the time, that his parents would have disowned him, or kicked him out because of who he loved. Yuuri felt his heart break as he let out a half-choked sob, pulling Viktor into a tight embrace. He sucked in a shaky breath as he felt Viktor slowly hug him back, feeling the Russian burying his head against Yuuri’s neck, crying softly.  

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“God Vitya, when was the last time you were ill?” Yuuri joked softly, tracing the muscles in Viktor’s back. They were back at the hotel now, which deemed to be an adventure in itself. Getting Viktor out of the locker room bathroom, hadn’t been as hard as Yuuri had originally imagined. The car ride back to the hotel however, was a completely different story. The cabbie had to stop twice in the short 20 minutes, just so Viktor didn’t puke on the floor. Not to mention, trying to steer the taller Russian towards their room had been a nightmare. Yuuri was mostly terrified that Viktor was going to pass out in the hotel elevator, and every time one of the guests asked if Viktor was okay, Yuuri panicked a little more. When Yuuri had finally managed to get the door open, keeping his hand firmly on Viktor’s shoulder in case he took a dive towards the floor, he hadn’t been surprised when Viktor made a beeline straight for the bed and collapsed in the middle of it, unmoving. It had taken several attempts to wrestle Viktor out of his shirt, and convince him that he’d be more comfortable in sweatpants. After that, and promising that they could explore Munich once Viktor felt up to it, he became much more compliant. Yuuri had convinced him to swallow some meds, down half a water bottle, and sleep with one sheet on, instead of six Viktor kept insisting on. Yuuri smirked as he stopped his glasses from falling, and returned to rubbing soft circles in Viktor’s back. Viktor reminded Yuuri of Yurio when he was sick- innocent, childish, uncooperative at times, and slightly dramatic. It was adorable. Viktor groaned loudly, “I saw your video.” Yuuri felt confusion etch across his face, “What?” Viktor let out a loud cough, closing his eyes, “I was home alone- the last time I was sick- when your video was posted online.” He groaned again and shifted in the bed, turning his head to face Yuuri. He opened his eyes slowly, blinking away the blurry image of his fiancé. He felt a gentle hand on his forehead, pushing his bangs away from his face and let out a soft sigh. Yuuri’s hand felt nice against his burning forehead. Yuuri always felt nice. “You’re so beautiful Yuuri,” he whispered softly letting out a gentle yawn. A soft blush swept across Yuuri’s face as he laughed gently, “That’s the fever talking Vitya.” Viktor looked up at Yuuri again, a dopey grin plastered to his face. Yuuri ran his hand through Viktor’s sweaty hair again before climbing over him, and resting his head on the pillow next to Viktor. He pushed his glasses further on his nose, a small smirk forming on his face as he watched his fiancé struggle groggily. Viktor moved around for a second, fighting with the sheets that were tangled with his limbs, and scooted closer, resting his head on Yuuri’s chest gently. He sighed loudly, closing his eyes, feeling the world beginning to slip away, “Thank you Yuuri.” He listened to Yuuri’s heart beating against his chest, feeling his hand gliding against his shoulder blades tenderly. “For what love?” Yuuri asked gently, adjusting the pillow behind his head. He tucked his other arm, the one not currently rubbing Viktor’s back, behind his head, and watched as Viktor tried to open his eyes several times, failing. He snorted softly, shaking his head. At least the meds were kicking in.     “For being you.” Viktor whispered softly. Yuuri stiffed. He laid there for a few minutes, listening to Viktor’s breathing even out, realizing the Russian had fallen asleep. He felt tears well in his eyes, and looked up at the ceiling. Viktor had gone years without someone truly caring for him, not to mention the number his parents probably did on him when he was a child. He felt his heart shatter again and sucked in a shaky breath, calming himself down. He didn’t want to wake his fiancé.   Yuuri felt a smile spread across his face. He loved Viktor more than he loved Pork Cutlet bowls, which for him, was saying a lot. He loved Viktor for being his loud, prideful, happy, embarrassing, sometimes obnoxious self- he loved everything there was to, and about Viktor. And somehow, by some unknown godly reason, Viktor loved him too. Not just because he had to or because he was coaching him, but because he truly loved Yuuri for being his weird, panicked, self-destructive, anxiety stricken, food loving self. He loved Yuuri for being himself… no one, besides his parents or sister, had ever loved Yuuri for all that he was. Yuuri closed his eyes gently as Viktor’s words echoed through his mind. Thank you Yuuri, for being you.