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#OUghh... I've been really sick the past few days like not able to keep food down and had to go to the hospital#to get iv fluids and etc. to stay hydrated lol...#perhaps some sort of stomach virus or something. but still very grrrr for it to happen in the middle of the evil summer of#course#when everything is hot and uncomfortable anyway.. I really wanted to get a sims video and costume pictures finished this week and keep#up writing like 1000 ish words a day for my game. but.. alas... the universe was like... I Think Not#I at least have been able to have some tea and juice and applesauce and like 4 saltine crackers today so#I always think it's funny when you're ill what sort of little things count as successes#like on any normal day eating a few crackers would just be something you don't even give a second thought#to . But when you're really sick it's like .. WOW.. I ate TWO crackers.. amazing.. huzzah... I should get an award certainly#call the press and alert them. I should be in the newspaper headlines for this harrowing feat. etc. lol#I still feel very shaky and weak though.. but am like... hhhhh... when can I work on my projects again...#Also I literaly never leave the house or have contact with anyone so maybe it's not a virus and was more food poisioning or something#since I'm not sure where I'd get a virus even but... regardless... stinky#just complaining since I suppose that is what personal blogs are for lol. I'm a private person in the sense of wanting to proect my identi#ty and like.. I dont want an alexa in my house listening to me all the time and I dont tag my real location on social media or share photos#that could reveal the front of my house or etc. etc. But in all other senses I really don't beleive in holding stuff in. Because it will#just fester. especially when it has to do with other people (like relationship issues or something) but even when its just stuff that only#has to do with you. If something annoys me then I shall let it be openly known. if I'm bothered it will be clear. etc.#Which I guess makes me seem like a Hater And Complainer but I guess I just feel like its better over all to explain and express openly#than to just silently stew and hold everything in and then probably feel worse for it later or something.#Expressing annoyance is kind of like casting the concept off from yourself and releasing it into the wild so that you're not harboring it#anymore. all grievances must be aired eventually. etc. this is a Pro complaining zone lol#If you feel like shit dont hide it. just go 'man I feel like shit'. etc. etc. Cast it off into the universe. be free#ANYWAY... aughhh......... the wizard has fallen ill in his stinky little tower.. pacing the stone floors in tattered robes. hair disheveled#. carefully sipping a single cup of tea over the course of an hour lest drinking too fast upset his fragile stomachs againe..
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Self-Care in Times of Atrocities
This is something I've been struggling with myself, and it's also something I have a general chip on my shoulder about (in terms of the corporatization of self-care, ugh), so here have a post
It can feel impossible or even cruel, to "practice self-care" in the face of the world right now - and in particular, in the face of the ongoing genocide in Gaza.
So, I think it's really important to say that self-care does not mean that you are always emotionally balanced at all, that you are never overcome with rage and grief at the horror of ongoing atrocities.
To never be overcome by rage or horror or grief or any other negative emotions would be to shut ourselves off from a huge part of the human experience, in a situation where our connection to our common humanity is, I would argue, more important than ever.
Some days you will feel completely laid low by that rage and horror and grief. Sometimes for a few hours, sometimes for days or more.
That's not only normal, it is a completely rational response to what Israel is inflicting on Palestinians right now. I think it's a completely rational response to any genocide.
In some ways it's also a healthy response. Bottling up or choking off your emotions isn't good for you. Refusing to ever sit with pain isn't good for you. Refusing yourself grief and mourning and catharsis isn't good for you. We know all of this.
Self-care, in times of atrocity, doesn't mean always keeping yourself on some kind of even keel. In a lot of ways I think it means letting yourself cry, letting yourself channel all of your storming emotions into a force that can help, rather than just eat you up inside.
And self-care isn't the kind of corporate, hypercapitalist "buy yourself out of your feelings" bs that we're quite literally sold, either.
Self-care is, very often, not about indulging or pampering yourself (not that there's anything wrong with indulging or pampering yourself).
A lot of the time it just means...taking care of your physical form, as best you can, even when you least want to, so you don't pile more on top of everything else.
A lot of the times it means making yourself eat something, even just some crackers, even though you feel sick from horror.
Or groaning and forcing yourself to drink a glass of water, because you can, you have access to drinkable water, and you can honor that for the privilege it is by avoiding a terrible dehydration headache.
Or making yourself take a shower, even though it's the last thing you feel like doing, because you have an important meeting tomorrow.
Or locking your phone in a drawer for a while, because staying up all night doomscrolling won't do anything but drain you further.
And if you're ever feeling too guilty to do any of that, remember: you cannot pour from an empty vessel. Meeting your own basic needs as best you can is one really, really important way to make sure you have the energy to help.
#me#not news#self-care#free palestine#palestine#israel#genocide#cw genocide#cw war#now I need to take my own damn advice and eat something#bodies are so rude#we need to be ready to be in this for the long haul#I PRAY that we won't have to be#but this has been going on for months and it could keep going on months longer with horrifying ease#take care of your flesh vessel so you don't burn out before this is over#because there are a lot of things that can help people in Palestine#but doomscrolling and not eating and the like aren't among them#grief
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Hello! Could you do an Eddie x Reader fanfic where the reader suffers from anorexia, and Eddie doesn't know about it yet but he starts to pick up on things and gets very concerned and tries to help her. Then when she goes into recovery he reminds of her what's truly important, you know being healthy and alive. Thank youuu if you can!!
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 – 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧
WARNING: anorexia, angst, female!Reader or gn reader. I don't think I made it clear it's a woman
Eddie watched carefully as you pushed the honeycombs around in the bowl that was sitting in front of you. You had yet to take a bite of any of it. Eddie started to notice ever since you started dating three month ago you never ate much around him. Any time he offered food you declined and ate something small like crackers. it was odd to him.
"I'm not really hungry." You sighed out. You stood up and walked over to the sink. You placed the bowl down. When you turned around Eddie was standing looking at you. You smiled at him weakly.
"why aren't you hungry?" Eddie eyes searched your face. He watched as you looked down at your scuffed up shoes. "I'm just not hungry. I ate yesterday." You lied. You in fact didn't eat anything yesterday or the day before that. You knew it was a stupid idea to lie but you didn't want Eddie worry about you.
"ok." Eddie had a feeling it was a lie, but he decided not to pry. "what do you want to do today?"
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You and Eddie went on with your day. Going to the music store, going to the arcade. Everything was normal for the most part until you got back to Eddie's trailer.
"what should we eat?" Eddie asked as he leaned down and looked in the fridge. "We have microwaved dinners, leftover Chinese food from two days ago. That's probably not good." Eddie laughed as he moved some stuff around in the fridge.
"I'm not really hungry."
Eddie looked over at you from the fridge. You were sitting on the couch your knees pressed against your hoodie covered body. You didn't bother looking at Eddie, but you knew he was looking at you.
"y/n, what is your problem?" Eddie stood up straight and shut the fridge. "You didn't eat anything this morning and you're not eating anything now either." Eddie walked over to you. He sat on the couch and looked at you. "What's wrong? Why aren't you eating?"
You didn't look at him. You didn't want to because if you didn't you knew you were going to break down.
"I'm just not hungry."
"y/n, I know there's more to this. I'm trying to pry. I've been trying not to pry for days but I can't hold back anymore. Please tell me."
You sighed. "Fine you wanna know what's wrong? I'm anorexic. I'm afraid to eat. That's why I'm not eating!" You lifted your hoodie and showed Eddie your bony frame.
He swallowed as he looked at you. "Why didn't you tell me."
"Eddie it's not something easy to say." You stood up from the couch, "I'm ashamed ok? It's not something I want to talk about, I'm just not comfortable." You ran your hand through your hair as you finished. You felt ashamed admitting that you were struggling, but at the same time it felt nice to finally tell someone.
"do you want me to help you?" "What?" "I said do you want me to help you?" Eddie stood up and walked over to you, he wrapped his arms around your neck gently pulled you into his arms. He placed his head on your shoulder. "I can help you find someone you can to talk to and someone can help you get better."
You turned around in Eddie's arms. "I like the sound of that."
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A few weeks had gone by since you told Eddie about your eating disorder. As told, Eddie found you some help. After a good two weeks his saw some improvement in you. It made him so happy to see your energy change.
When you came over to Eddie's trailer one evening you were in a great mood. You and Eddie chatted for a bit in his room talking about God knows what until Eddie sat up.
"so do you want to eat something? I'm starving."
You sighed, "well... I think take out would be good right about now."
Eddie smiled looking at you. "Really?" "Really!" You laughed and smiled at your boyfriend
Eddie laughed. It was nice to see a new you hopefully for the best.
#eddie munson#Eddie Munson x reader#Eddie Munson angst#Eddie Munson x you#Eddie munson fanfiction#Eddie Munson fanfic#Eddie munson blurb#eddie munson fluff#eddie munson x y/n
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Smile (Yandere Kalim x reader)
I already had this saved up for today. HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEST BOI! AND AN EVER PLEASING HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO @yandere-romanticaa ! Two very good people within this fandom born on the same day no less! ���👏👏🎂🎂🎂🎂🎂
At first there weren't any to begin with. Feelings so to speak. Overtime that started to change. He kept becoming so insistent on spending time with her. He would come into her room without permission to drag her to Scarabia routinely without her consent.
At first it was simple. She was just his tutor when Jamil couldn't always be there and would have other things planned. Kalim would always invite her over and get her to eat with him since Jamil wouldn't be there and eating by himself wasn't any 'fun', so he said. She'd always oblige thinking nothing of what intentions he could hide.
Kalim didn't fully understand his feelings, it was a want or maybe a need. To see her again, her smile, he couldn't get enough of. Having his heart race as if he was flying as fast as he could on his magic carpet.
"Come on, come on! Let's go have some fun! Till the day's at its end and sun rises, all over again!" He ushered her with a smile pure hapiness.
"Kalim I can't I have other things to do."
She had to deny him as usual but his reaction to it this time was different this go around. Usually he'd whine a little and eventually she'd give in but there wasn't any of that this go around.
"Why?" A shadow cast over his face.
"What..." She was a bit confused considering he never normally got serious, it was, scary for her, to say the least.
"Why won't you have any fun with me? I just want to spend time with you." He clenched his fists.
He hadn't seen her as often as he liked the past few days. Tests were more prominent and who he longed for no longer smiled as much. She looked like she got less and less sleep and even though he didn't say it he was worried for her. The only time he wasn't so oblivious was when it came to her.
"Kalim I told you I have other things to do, I don't want to fall behind in school." She was a bit tired with the lack of sleep after joining Kalim on his excursions.
Any time she had denied he'd insist even more. Was he really that inconsiderate? Did he not see how she looked, her hair was in need to be combed. Vil had commented on it making her feel a lot lesser of a person.
In her mind she tried not to blame Kalim. She wasn't the assertive type especially towards someone as cheerful as him. Just a flash of his smile and he gets whatever he wants.
"Let's just eat dinner together! Okay? Jamil will make an entire feast!" His whole mood had changed in the shortest increment of time. Now he had a wide smile placed on his lips but it didn't fully reach his eyes.
A sigh escaped her lips hearing the offer.
'Just dinner, that's fine I'll have less time to study but he'll leave me be for awhile.'
"Alright Kalim. I'll eat with you." Reluctantly you agreed.
"Come on then Y/n, let's go!"
. 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 . 🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳🥳 .
"Thank you Jamil." The female watched as he placed different food in front of both her and the dorm leader.
"You shouldn't thank me. I'm only here to serve Kalim." Was his reply but it sounded like there was something underlying to it. It didn't seem rude like to offend her, but it did sound as if he didn't want to accept her gratitude.
"You don't have to thank him Y/n, Jamil loves doing this! Come on you should try this aged cheese it tastes even better with crackers!"
Jamil didn't chastise him as he usually would. All he did was stand there watching the scene unfold. Kalim's behavior was normal although it could be described as forced. As soon as Y/n finished one cracker, she had to eat yet another, not to mention the overwhelming amount of cheese placed on the cracker made it a bit tiresome.
After about seven crackers it looked like she had ate half the entire portion of the cheese. He was going to give her yet another before she stopped him, thankfully.
He let her drink down the entire cup of water she had in one gulp before grabbing her hand. Music had started to play from an unknown origin, as she was brought into a dance by the boy within the common room.
After so many twists and turns she started to feel sickly. She called out to Kalim yet he still kept at it with the fun. It was more so to be described as dizziness, but she could've sworn it wasn't from the dancing. She was certainly getting fed up with the dorm leader who was smiling so carefree. None of this would have happened if it wasn't for him. If he would have let her go to her room she wouldn't have felt strange. It was his fault, yet he still kept having fun. It was getting to the point where her agitation grew and took over.
"KALIM!" She finally rose her voice and jerked her hand away from him. Even Jamil had flinched, not expecting this behavior from her of all people.
He finally stopped dancing seeing her anger. It made him frown, why didn't she want to have fun with him? He wanted to make her feel better, but he can only do that by keeping her with him.
"I have to go, I can't keep playing around!" She started to calm down a lot more after finally saying what she felt.
She was about to turn away from him and march out of Scarabia, but her legs started to wobble and before long she collapsed, right into the arms of whom she was trying to escape from.
She saw his face, it still had a frown slightly but one of awareness. He did this. It had to be the food, he wouldn't stop her until she ate more and more of it. A frown on her face and a glare pointed at the deceiving male that held her. His next words only confirmed her suspicion.
"I'm so sorry Y/n, it just has to be this way. We'll have so much fun together, promise! Just you and me!" His smile being the last thing she saw before she fell into slumber.
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#kalim al asim#disney twisted wonderland#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere kalim x reader#jamil viper#twst kalim
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BTS Reaction: When You're Sick
Requested: yes! By @thebooksapphire thank you for the request love, I hope you like this^^
BTS Masterlist ← find all my works here lovelies~
a/n: fourth BTS reaction everyone, so guess what?: (~•.•)~.... anyways, I hope you guys like this one! I was sicky this week so I needed this 🤧 the Lord himself is the only reason I got this one done 🙏
*I do not own any of the gifs, credits go to rightful owners*
KIM SEOKJIN:
Oh. Oh no. you're beautiful sir.
"Please just let me take your temperature Princess. It'll only take a second, I promise." Jin sighs sadly when you whine and turn away from him for the third time in the past five minutes. Your husband sits there for another minute, then gently touches your shoulder and whispers into your ear, "I made some soup for you love, I know you're hungry. Just let me take it first." You stay silent, debating, and Jin smiles. You shift your body until you're facing him again, your face is sweaty and exhausted looking, he smiles at you sadly and takes a piece of your hair that was stuck to your forehead and tucks it behind your ear. There's a question in his eyes and you nod slightly, he sighs in relief and brings the thermometer past your lips, putting it under your tongue when you open your mouth.
After about twenty seconds you hear a beep and Jin takes the thermometer out, squinting at it to see the numbers.
101°F / 38.3° C
He frowns and stands up, you reach out and grab at his hand weakly, "Jin," you croak out, and he turns back to you, "where are you going?" he leans down and kisses your forehead before saying, "I'm just gonna get that soup and some medicine for you, ok love? I'll be right back." You nod and he squeezes your hand gently then sets it down and leaves the room.
A few minutes later Jin comes back in carrying a tray; a bowl, a glass of water and a bottle of medicine are sitting on top of it. He sits at the edge of the bed after setting the tray on your nightstand and helps you sit up on the pillows that he piled up for this specific reason. You've had the flu for about a day now, your husband found you yesterday when he got back from the studio, while you were in a sweaty exhausted heap on the bed. He took a few days off to help you get your health back, which you were so thankful for as he helped you move to a sitting position, seeing as you didn't think you'd be able to do it on your own at the moment.
Jin puts some pills into your hand and guides you to put them in your mouth, helping you swallow them with a drink of water. Then he spoons out some broth and starts to feed it to you–which you eat eagerly.
He smiles at you as you keep eating, not having had a decent meal in at least a day. "I love you Jin, thank you baby." Your voice is starting to come back a little and he smiles even wider, "I love you too Y/n, now keep eating, we need to get your strength up."
Jin was the most caring husband you could've ever asked for. Being sick was horrible, but when Jin was taking care of you it made it a lot more tolerable.
And you can be sure that he'll have a lot of good dad jokes up his sleeve to cheer you right up.
MIN YOONGI:
may...may I please hug you?
You reach over to the tissue box next to you miserably, taking yet another tissue out and blowing your nose for what felt like the hundredth time today. This was not how you wanted to spend your weekend at all, but you'd caught the nasty cold going around and were forced to stay at home; watching movies, blowing your nose, coughing, and wallowing in a blanket of misery and sickness.
Suddenly your phone rings and you pause the show you're watching and grab your phone. It was your fiance calling–probably because you had been avoiding all human contact for the past twenty-four hours–and he most likely thought you were dead, which you might as well be. You answer it and don't even try to sound less than miserable.
"Hello?" Your voice is cracked and broken, sounding just as bad as you feel.
"Y/n? Honey are you sick?" Yoongi's voice sounds worried on the other side of the phone and you nod tiredly, then realize he can't see you so you squeak out, "yeah I am, it's just a cold though." He's silent on the other end for a second then says, "can I come over then?" You wait another minute to answer since you started having another coughing fit, then when you can breath again you hold the phone to your ear, "no baby, I don't want you to get sick. I'll be fine in a few days." Yoongi is silent again, then you hear some movement on his side. He keeps shuffling around until finally he says, "ok baby, I'll be there in about ten minutes ok? Love you." You start to protest but he hangs up before you can get much in, "Yoongi, no. Don't co–Yoongi?" You look at the phone to see he's hung up already. You sigh and drop your phone on the couch, pulling the covers up around you even more.
A little later you hear a knock at the door. You squint at it then remember that Yoongi was coming over–somehow your fogged up brain completely forgot about that. You stand up and stumble to the door to unlock it–your legs all wobbly from not having been used for a while now. When you open the door Yoongi is met with you standing there; hair in disarray and no makeup, watery eyes and a pink nose, wrapped up in a blanket. He tries not to laugh but can't help it when a small smile slips out, you were still the prettiest girl he'd ever seen. You frown at him but open the door nonetheless to let him in, and he walks in holding a small bag. You gesture at it with your head, the only part of you not covered in a blankie, "what's in there?" He walks over to the couch and sits on the spot that isn't littered with your many a used tissues. You waddle after him and sit next to him, "I told you not to come over Yoongi, I don't want you to get sick." He just shrugs as he pulls stuff out of the bag, "does it look like I care about getting sick? I want you to get better and I don't want you to be alone. Now, here is some cold medicine, it's the best I've had, it really works. Here's some more tissues, and also some snacks to cheer you up." After he's pulled it all out he sees your eyes start to water, "you ok, Y/n? You gonna sneeze?" He shifts away a little, as if you were about to sneeze all over him, and you start to laugh then smack him, "no, you idiot. I was touched by what you did for me." He grabs your hands that are smacking him and laughs, "ok ok, sorry, now let's get this medicine into you."
After you've taken the stuff he brought for your cold you snuggle up on the couch again, and Yoongi pulls you close despite your protests. The both of you snack on the food he brought and put on the drama that you two are currently watching together.
You'd be better in a few days, but right now really wasn't too bad. Min Yoongi could always make things better for you couldn't he?
JUNG HOSEOK:
I had a rough day, this gif made everything okay again. Thank you Hobi
"Are you sure Y/n? Maybe we should take you to the doctors." Hoseok looks at you anxiously, seeing you slightly pale, curled up on the couch. You shake your head, "it's just the stomach flu Hobi, they can't do anything for me." Your boyfriend nods miserably and strokes your arm, he knows that always calms you down. You'd thrown up twice that day, but thankfully you weren't throwing up right now. You suspected it was one of those twenty-four hour tummy illnesses, and you knew you'd just have to stick it out. Going to the doctors wouldn't do much but have them confirm what you already knew, you were sick. Whenever you were sick, the best thing to help you was to distract you from the pain. So Hobi would try different things to get your mind off of it.
He'd already danced and joked around like a goofball for you and had you smiling like an idiot, but now you were both worn out. You had your eyes closed and Hobi had laid a light sheet on top of you, since you'd been switching from feeling hot to cold all day long. Earlier, Hobi had fed you some broth and had you nibble some crackers while sipping water. With a little something in your tummy you felt a bit better and now you were trying to relax while Hobi was reading a book out loud to you. His fingers brushed lightly up and down your arms as he read softly. Soon you start to drift off, but something keeps jerking you awake again. Hobi notices and sets down the book, crawling around to lay next to you, as he continues to trace patterns on your skin.
"Hobi?" he hears you whisper weakly, he moves to sit close to you but hasn't lied down yet, "yes, Jagi?" He whispers back, rubbing your shoulder gently. Your eyes are slightly open as you turn to look at him, "thank you, for everything."
He lies down next to you and whispers, "I love you baby, try to get some sleep now." His soft fingers going along your arms and the warmth of him next to you makes your eyes flutter closed once again, and soon you drift off to sleep. Hobi stays next to you while you sleep, to make sure that you don't wake up again. You don't, and eventually he starts to fall asleep as well.
He'll definitely be there when you wake up, and you can be sure he'll think of whatever he can to distract you while you recover. Which definitely includes lots of cuddles and a good movie.
this was so short, I'm so sorry, but honestly it's one of my favorites, Jhooope :((
KIM NAMJOON:
*scrambles frantically to grab the kiss*
Namjoon is extremely smart, everyone knows it. But when his new wife catches a terrible cold he seems to throw all knowledge out the window and replace it with complete and utter panic. This is what you find out after you've caught a really bad cold, now lying in bed with a pounding headache and a stuffed nose, making it hard to breathe like a normal human.
Namjoon rushes into your shared room once again, arms full of tissue boxes, medicine, and a bunch of random stuff that you have no idea where he got it from.
"Namjoon honey," you can't help but laugh at his frantic self. He looks at you wide-eyed, "yes Y/n? Is there anything else I can get you? How are you feeling? What can I do to he-" You cut off his rambling with a wave of your hand, he shuts right up and walks across the room to sit on the side of the bed when you wave him over.
He sets all the stuff he was carrying on the floor and takes your hand when you reach for his then you clear your sore throat, "Joonie, you have helped me so much already. You got me food and blankets and look, some tissues and medicine now. Thank you, for everything. But, now I just wanna cuddle my husband, is that okay?" He nods and you see his dimples make an appearance, causing you to giggle and pinch his cheeks. Before he gets into bed with you he grabs the cough drops and a box of tissues from his stash, and makes sure you take some medicine for your headache. Then he climbs clumsily over you to sit next to you. His long legs give him trouble trying to crawl across you and it makes him take a second before he's finally situated comfortably. You can't stop laughing until he's done, and he blushes at your teasing. He hands you the cough drops which you take gratefully, then he pulls you into his chest to snuggle.
"Are you feeling any better babe?" You smile at his concern and turn your head to look up at him, "yes Joonie, thank you." He just smiles and hugs you tighter; squishing you against his hard chest, which you love when he does that.
"You're the best husband ever," you whisper after a few minutes and you swear you can feel his blush and shy smile when he kisses the top of your head and whispers back, "I just want to take care of my beautiful wife, I love you Y/n."
"I love you too Joonie."
PARK JIMIN:
*is thrown to the floor from overwhelming feels and uwus*
You hadn't been able to sleep all night long, tossing and turning for hours. All of your bones felt like they were breaking and all your muscles were sore. It was in the wee hours of the morning when you gave up on sleep completely. You had no idea what was going on but whatever it was, you wanted it to stop soon.
At about nine in the morning, you lay there contemplating life and sickness and death as your body feels like it's shutting down. You hear a bling and it takes all of your strength to sit up and grab your phone, seeing a text message from your boyfriend.
Hey babygirl, how did you sleep last night?
You laugh bitterly and type out a reply with your stiff fingers,
I didn't. I don't know why I feel so horrible right now.
Jimin responds right away, your chest feels achy and tight and you take a few deep breathes, then you smile tiredly at his text,
Aww, my poor baby, I'm gonna come over after work today, is that alright?
You message back that you'd definitely like him to come over, then you try to close your eyes for at least an hour of sleep. You'd already called in sick to work, so you didn't have to get up for a while. You lay there and try to ignore the achiness of your stiff muscles and the headache that's starting to creep it's way in.
A few hours later you wake up to your front door opening, you feel groggy and disoriented and you hate it. Jimin walks into your room quietly and smiles at you sleepily watching him as he makes his way to your bed. He sits on the side of your bed and leans towards you, putting his hand gently on your forehead. "Baby, you're burning up." He gets up and walks to the closet where he knows you keep medicine and stuff, he digs around until he finds your thermometer and then he comes back to your side. He slides it across your forehead, stopping at your temple and holding the button down until it beeps. He looks at it and shakes his head, "you have a fever Y/n, how are you feeling now?" You squint at him and try to move but your sore neck causes you to wince and just croak out, "ah ow, I feel like I just ran a marathon, gosh, it's so hot." You shove the covers off of you with all you can muster. Jimin's eyebrows are furrowed in concern and he pets your head before telling you to stay put. You must have passed out again because when you open your eyes once more everything is blurry and Jimin is just coming back into the room. He's holding a wet rag, a glass of water and some medicine. Jimin comes over and sets the cool wet rag on your forehead before coaxing the pills into you.
You start to shiver after a few minutes and Jimin puts your covers back on you, you wince again from the aches spreading across your body. "The medicine will kick in soon, don't worry baby," Jimin keeps stroking your hair and then he starts to hum one of your favorite songs. The medicine does start working eventually and you finally relax as Jimin keeps up his ministrations. You keep fading in and out of consciousness but Jimin stays right where he is.
He doesn't plan on leaving, not until you're fully healthy again. He smiles down at your sleeping figure, "I love you Y/n, feel better soon."
KIM TAEHYUNG:
Ya know, God wasn't f*ckin around when he made Kim Taehyung.
It was a stupid idea to go out without a jacket when there was a giant rain cloud looming overhead, and you knew it. But, you had to get out and see your boyfriend. Today had been awful, you got into a nasty fight with your friend and you wanted nothing more than to just be held by Tae. Of course you should've known you'd get rained on, but to be fair you thought you would have made it to his dorm before it got too bad. Turns out you were wrong.
You're still a few blocks from the boys' dorm and completely soaked. You shiver uncontrollably and keep hugging yourself tightly while you walk in the pouring rain. You had run out of your house so fast that you didn't even grab your purse, which had your subway transportation card in it, so you had to walk. Thankfully you had your phone in your pocket, but you didn't even call Taehyung before you left. You just prayed that he would be home when you got there.
Finally you walk up the steps leading to their dorm. You knock on the door and try to stop shaking, already feeling your nose stuffed up and your throat raw. Jin opens the door and looks at you in shock, "Y/n? Come in, quickly. Why on earth are you out there without a jacket, at least?" Jin opens the door wider for you and gestures you inside. You walk in and take off your wet sneakers, your socks are beyond saving as they are soaked too. Jin hands you a pair of slippers to put on after peeling your socks off. "Th-thank you Jin, I was s-stupid and forgot a coat. Nice day for a w-walk though." You try to laugh it off and he just shakes his head playfully at you. Then you both look up at the sound of a bedroom door opening and someone hurrying out. Tae walks over to you smiling, "Y/n, I thought I heard your voice." When he reaches you it seems to finally register in his brain that you're sopping wet. His face changes to one of worry and he grabs your hand, "baby, your hands are freezing, what happened?" He leads you to his room and closes the door behind you two. Tae hurries to his closet and rummages around in it until he comes out with a pair of sweat pants and a hoodie of his. Then he brings them over to you, "put these on love, I'll be right back." He hands them to you and closes the door behind him when he leaves, giving you privacy to change–which you do quickly–finally nice and warm in his comfy clothes.
Tae comes back and smiles at you in his clothes, he gives you a warm pack that he heated up, so you can warm your hands and cheeks. Then he has you lie down to cuddle with him and tell him what happened. You rant to him about the fight with your friend and he hums in understanding at the right parts of your story. After you finish you tell him you think you caught a cold from the rain, so he hugs you tightly and says, "I'm sorry you had a bad day love, I'm gonna take care of you now, ok? Let me help you feel better."
And with warm food, medicine, and lots of cuddles, that's exactly what he did.
JEON JUNGKOOK:
Can I please just...just hold his hand? :((
You were over at the boys' dorm. Playing Mario Kart with Jungkook and Tae, and doing a pretty dang good job at it if you do say so yourself. You'd beaten both of them at least once and you were gonna sneak up on the two of them for a third time, when you started to feel a little sick. You just assumed it was from playing so long that you got dizzy, but you stopped trying so hard and settled for third place. Then you opted out of the next round, much to your boyfriend's dismay. Tae seemed to want to stop after the next round as well, saying he was bored and wanted to do something else. Jungkook shrugged it off and said he'd just play Overwatch since you both abandoned him.
You had been feeling a little iffy since the night before but you hadn't let yourself dwell on it. Getting sick was one of your biggest fears, especially throwing up. So you kept distracting yourself while you laid on Jungkook's bed. Tae had left to find something else to do and Jungkook was extremely invested in the level he was currently playing. You felt your stomach turn again and willed yourself not to panic, think about random things Y/n, stay calm. When you start to panic you usually have a method of calming down; picking out random objects in the room and describing them to yourself.
But you needed to throw up, now. No talking yourself out of this one, so you jump off Jungkook's bed and run into his bathroom, closing the door behind you and making it to the toilet right as you start to gag. Jungkook was alarmed when he felt your sudden movement and he had paused the game right away. When he heard you throwing up in the bathroom he waited until you stopped, then knocked on the door softly. "Y/n? Baby can I come in?" He heard you whimper and took that as a sign, he opened the door and walked in crouching down next to you by the toilet. You had your head in your hands breathing shakily, "J-Jungkook," he brushed your hair out of your face, "yes, babydoll?" You tried not to cry, you really did, but you couldn't help it when a choked sob escaped your throat, "I'm s-scared. I d-don't want to throw up." Jungkook took your hands in his big ones and held them tight, "I know Jagi, but it's gonna stop, yeah? It won't last forever." You nodded and held onto his words with every ounce of your being, but soon enough you were bent back over the toilet, throwing up once again. Jungkook held your hair out of your face and whispered soothing words to you as he rubbed your back with his other hand. After a good twenty minutes of on and off throwing up, you make your way out of the bathroom, your boyfriend helping you walk. You keep insisting that you need to go home or he'd get sick, but he won't hear of it and makes you lie in his bed. "I don't care about anything but you right now Y/n," after he tucks you in he leans forward and kisses your forehead to see if you have a temperature, which you definitely do.
Jungkook goes out to get Jin to see what he should do and after talking to his eldest hyung he makes his way back to you and does everything he can. Pretty soon you've been given water, crackers are on his sidetable for when you're hungry, there's a bucket next to the bed in case you need to throw up again, and a cool rag is on your forehead. Jungkook is lying next to you and stroking your hair softly, whispering to you about the random objects in his room, and telling made up stories about where they came from and how they were made. You end up falling asleep and Jungkook follows soon after, Jin is out in the kitchen making some soup for you which Jungkook will feed you later. Being sick was terrifying for you but Jungkook knew what to do to bring the panic back down, and you couldn't be more grateful.
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a/n 2.0: thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed it my loves <3 I wish I had BTS to take care of me rn lmao. I'm sick and this was a biatch to post. It's after 4am, I should sleep, but I can't :')
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Team Playmates 3 Draft - Prologue
"And here is yours, Jamie."
Last in line due to my last name which I definitely have, I take my graded test from my math teacher. "Thank you." I check the score. 26/30. Oof.
"Have you ever been told you're a pleasure to have in class?"
I nod. "Quite a few times, actually."
"That's no surprise. You're so mature for your age!"
"Well, I'm 13, I need to be ready for adulthood."
The teacher laughs for some reason. "Well, have a good day!"
"You too!"
It's a quick walk to the cafeteria, and soon I'm sitting at a nice, empty table, away from all the noisy chatter and angry arguing. I eat the sandwich and crackers I packed with my parents. They're fine. I miss the days when my parents would pack my lunch for me, and I'd open my lunchbox to find a fun surprise of cookies, or chocolate milk. Lunch is boring these days. But hey, that's life. It's not like a movie with non-stop fun and surprises, where every middle school cafeteria inevitably becomes a battlefield for an awesome food fight.
Suddenly, a paper bowl of applesauce flies across the table in front of mine and strikes directly in someone's face. There's exactly 2 seconds of silence before absolute chaos erupts, everywhere I look someone is flinging peas or spraying a juice box!
I run for the exit, then turn around and grab my food, THEN run for the exit! But just before I manage to escape the carnage, a plate of mushy jello splats into my shirt, staining it. Utterly humiliated, I hurry to the bathroom to clean off, before someone sees me and thinks I was involved in that high-calorie brutality...
I managed to make it through the rest of the school day with no further embarrassment, hiding the stain on my shirt whenever possible. It's a huge relief when I finally get to go home to change, and I run toward mom the moment I see her car.
"There you are!" mom says. "How was your day, Jamie?"
"Uh, good."
"That's great to hear!" Then she suddenly hugs me!
"M-mom, we're in public!"
"Oh, sorry. You're growing up so fast... I bet you'll be helping us pay the bills soon."
I smile and roll my eyes, getting in the car. The drive is fairly quiet, until...
"So I noticed your shirt got stained. What happened? Did something explode in chemistry class?" mom jokes.
I giggle. "No, no. There was a food fight at lunch... I-I wasn't involved in it or anything! I just couldn't get out fast enough."
"Oh, I know you wouldn't get into trouble like that. I'm just glad you've got a stain instead of a bruise."
"Yeah... Sorry about the shirt. I don't know if jello is hard to get out, or..."
"Don't worry about it, it's not your fault. I'll have that shirt fixed up in no time."
"Thanks mom. You're the best!"
I got home, changed my shirt, and finished my homework before dinner as usual. For dinner, dad made spaghetti, which I'm very careful to avoid staining my clean shirt with.
"So Jamie," dad says, "how was school? It's Tuesday, so you had physics, right?"
"Yeah! We had some reading to prepare for the lab next week, but we finished early, so the teacher played a video that talked about... wormholes... and, um, space-time, and dimensions... It kinda went over my head," I admit.
"Sounds like something to look forward to. You're smart, I'm sure you'll figure it out in high school. You'll be a great scientist someday, and you'll get to say stuff that goes over my head!"
"Thanks. I'll try my best!"
The evening goes on as normal; dinner ends, I help clean up, and then it's off to my room to read and play games and stuff. But through the window, out in the forest, I see something... glowing? It looks like an animal, but it darts deeper into the woods before I get a good look...
I have to see what it is. I head out, across the street and into the forest, looking for the strange glowing... thing. Walking deeper into the woods, I can only wonder what it could have been; I don't think there's any bio luminescent animals around here, certainly not any that big or bright. Was it just a person with a flashlight? But it was pretty low to the ground... It couldn't be anything dangerous, right? I hope not, it looked pretty small, and no dangerous animals ever-
There! With careful steps and held breath, I approach the distant glow. It looks like... a rabbit? A glowing rabbit? But there's no such thing as bio luminescent mammals! What in the world..? As I watch in wonder, the rabbit hops away again, down into a burrow dug under a tree. It's a bad idea to approach wild animals... but I need to get a closer look.
I tip-toe over to the burrow, which still glows from inside. I crouch down, trying to peer inside...
And I trip.
I fall face-first toward the burrow, but while it was far too small for me to ever fit through, I somehow find myself falling into it! Down and down I fall into the glowing depths, until it becomes so bright that I can't even see!
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Hello Mayra, :-) I hope you're having a good day and don't tire yourself out. I was hoping to request a prompt about Amy thinking Sonic is tired of the way she looks so she tries out new clothes and a new hairstyle. When Sonic sees her he's speechless but also upset because he wouldn't want Amy to change herself just to make him like her because he likes her no matter what she looks like. I know you're mostly sticking to In Character so you can change anything about this prompt. Thank you!
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I am trying to have a good day, and rest up. So thank you, my friend ^///^
With the ‘in-character’ thing. I do try very hard to stay in character, but I also understand if character’s have to react to AU scenarios not normally happened upon, that they’re going to change their reactions. I use my best guess, or simply try my best. I’m not perfect, but I do my research and hope it’s close enough :) I really like this idea, so I hope you enjoy it!
Prompt:
After Amy began wondering why all her magazine ‘20 ways to catch a wild man’s heart!’ wasn’t working, she tossed the whole thing and seemed pretty bummed out.
But that quickly changed when she saw a commercial of a cute girl trying to impress her crush with different fashion wear…
“It’s up to YOU to decide what he likes!”
She kept flipping through outfits, “Intelligent? Sassy? Untamed? Shy or modest! It’s this brand of design for you!” They ended the commercial, as Amy rose her eyebrow and stood up, looking her look over.
Darting to a mirror, she hesitated a moment before pulling her quills back, and seeing what that looked like from the side.
“…Intelligent?”
She then ruffled her quills, spiking them up and then positioning them off to the sides of her shoulders.
“…Sassy.. untamed?”
She then smiled… slowly… before pulling her hair up and striking a pose.
“Shy~” she cutely put her free hand to her muzzle, hiding some of her smirk.
“Modest~” Amy let her hair fall again and then spread her arms down and out, before looking over her clothes.
She pouted, “This won’t do!” she zipped her head to look towards her room and bolted.
Several days later…
Sonic raced through the city, people excitedly pointed up to the buildings he scaled or leaped like an arch-streaked of blue over with praising and excited faces.
He was about to get through the busy streets below, side-walking a building before spotting out of the corner of his eye…
He didn’t believe it at first..
He spun down and held a blank expression, looking at Amy who was sitting quite peacefully at a table, reading something.
He furrowed his brow.
For the past few years… she had never changed her look.
Now…
She wore her hair back, fashionable square glasses, bracelets and a baggy shirt.
Hipster?
He shook his head before wondering if this was even Amy.
Her mascara she usually wore?
Gone.
Her red, open back dress?
Done away with it.
The change was uncomfortable for Sonic, as he just stood there blinking before looking as though he saw a ghost.
Amy leaned her head up over the book, before smiling widely to him.
“Ah! Sonic The Hedgehog! Fastest thing alive. How do you do.” she held her glasses a moment and tipped her head.
He frowned, looking unsure of her actions. “…Fine.” he stated, before walking more over to her and leaning over the table, trying to muster a smile.
“But I can’t say the same for you. You look-”
“-Intelligent?!” she beamed, leaning up and keeping her hands pressed down on her book.
“…Umm….” he looked behind her to see in the reflection of the cafe her tail wildly beating.
He smiled to the side of his face, lifting a curious eyebrow up once he saw a glimmer of her true self returning.
“Heh. More like messy.” he put a finger under his nose, winking…
He wanted to test this out.
“Is this some new trend you’re going for, Amy?”
She pouted with a puff of air in one cheek, and swished her head away before delicately taking her seat again.
“I’m reading Shakespeare.” she countered. “A very sophisticated and elegant thing to do.”
“Shakespeare, huh?” he leaned down and took a cracker from her plate, making her twitch at his rudeness before he nibbled on it, looking down at the book.
“Is it a love story?” he questioned.
Amy’s whole being slumped, “Wha… What is that suppose to mean!?” her anger got the better of her, but she was more surprised than anything. “Shakespeare! Romeo and Juliet? Much Ado About Nothing? Taming of the Shrew!???” she pushed the book repetitively up at his face.
Humorous tears burst from her eyes suddenly, as she laughed. “You can’t be serious! He’s one of the best play-writers in the world!” she gripped her stomach as Sonic smiled, pretending to be annoyed at her acquisition, but glad she was back to her normal self.
“Beats me. I only read legends and myths.” he looked away, before scarfing his cracker down fully then and licking his fingers and lips, seeing Eggman attacking a few streets down. “Gotta go.” he reeled himself off and took speedily off for adventure!
As usual.
“Alright.” she took her hair down, tossing it around a moment before removing the glasses. “That’s a no-go on intelligent.”
Another few days later…
Sonic paused to eat at Amy’s place, before knocking on her door and seeing her come out with a start.
“Pfft! Could you knock any louder? Honestly, Sonic… and they call me desperate.”
He saw her lean against the door,… eye-shadow? Magenta in tone, maybe, and some quills straightened out to be in front of her face. A crop-top with a tight pink skirt that looked like shorts.
He made a sour-expression, before looking back up to her eyes.
“….Hi.” he spoke brassly, before about to turn around.
“H-hey!” she broke her act and quickly reached out to him, holding his arm as he looked back, seeming annoyed.
“..You… don’t go.” her eyes bent, almost a plea. “I-I was just playing sassy…”
Seeing her return to her former self, he smiled, and lost all frustration.
“Ah, there you are.” he turned back and walked inside, starting to figure out what was going on.
“U-um… do you not like.. um..” she pulled her shirt from the bottom out a moment, nervous about showing so much skin, before looking away and blushing, and then holding a pointer finger up for a moment.
“Excuse me… one second!” she darted so fast into her room that he thought it almost cute, and tilted his head with a closed-eye grin.
He then looked around the room… She was already preparing for dinner.
Perfect! He chimed with a step towards the table.
She came back out, her hair redone and makeup changed, which only made him tap on the table and look bored again.
“This same thing..?” he mumbled beneath his breath.
NOW she was wearing a leather jacket, some odd name-brand logos and her hair spiked up on the sides.
She was chewing on a straw and wore black, sleek pants.
What was this? Greece Lightning?
He rolled his eyes.
“Ready for the usual?” she tried to act ‘appealing’… but she could barely move in the get-up and ended up having her pants and heels squeak across the floor till she got to the kitchen.
He pffted, before laughing silently to himself as she twitched an eyebrow in embarrassment and annoyance.
“S-shut up! I’m doing this for-!..Emm..” she kept her mouth closed, but still enraged at him laughing at her attempts before bringing the tray over.
‘Think… untamed…’ she looked up a moment, an innocent expression as Sonic yawned, and ticked her off.
She slammed the tray down, letting the food fly where it would on the table.
Sonic didn’t flinch. Having a leg up on the seat and his hand turned to hold his head up, he just opened an eye and looked back up at her.
“Take your pick. Make your own plate.” she lifted a hand up, trying to shrug it off like she wasn’t responsible and then gave him an edgy glare. “What are you staring at? Food’s gonna get cold.”
He seemed to be looking down, twitching…
She sweat dropped… was he mad at her?
“S-Sonic..?” She stepped back a moment, her Quills starting to fade downward…
“I-I didn’t mean to come off that way! I-I was trying to be untamed.. uhh..” she waved her hands out, but then saw him break into laughter.
He banged a hand on the table, before she pouted and walked off.
“Hold on…”
He continued to profusely laugh as loudly as he could, before about to eat as he wiped his eyes but Amy screamed back.
“WAIT FOR ME!”
He drooped his eyes and dropped the food, folding his arms and leaning back, upset she’d make him wait…
She suddenly came in with another get-up, this one cuter as she wore a summer dress and something more modest.
“I.. Umm…” she wore her quills up again, but more neatly done, and seemed to be tryin’ to pull off another look and character.
He frowned deeply again, putting his arms behind his head and waiting for her to sit.
“I-I hope you like it…” she scooted into her seat, and then covered her face. “O-Oh! But it’s okay if you don’t!”
He rolled his eyes again, “You know I always do.” he leaned up and started eating.
She flinched at how he was passively dismissing her random actions and grew upset again.
‘Is he just toying with me!?’
She took a breath and tried again, holding a piece of food up and cupping her hand under it.
“Ahh..?” she tried for modest, offering to feed him as he gave her a dead-pan look.
She twitched her smile, before shoving the food in his mouth and angrily getting up.
He scrunched up his face, chewing quickly and swallowing before glaring up at her about to leave.
“Going to change again?”
She paused in her stride, and he got up, seeing her grip the wall as she was at her last straw…. wit’s end… heart already tested enough as it was.
“I’m not gonna be insulted by-!”
“You insulted?” Sonic turned his head behind his shoulder, folding his arms. “I came here to eat with my friend. Not meet a bunch of different girls like blind-dates.” he spat his tongue out, a little silly, towards another direction before speaking to her with both their backs facing each other.
“I don’t know why you think you have to change yourself, Amy…”
She suddenly rose her head up, perking up to that new shift in character from him…
“..But it’s ruining my meal.” he suddenly took some more food and moved to the door.
“Tell me when Amy gets back.” he popped some food in and opened the door.
“….Sonic…” Amy turned her slightly tearing up, ashamed face back towards him.
He paused, before turning back to her.
“Hmm?” he seemed ready to scold her again, but she untied her hair, and turned to smile at him.
“You like ‘Plain old’ me… don’t you?” she seemed really touched by it, and he couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow.
“Plain?” he smirked, and turned back around to her, closing the door by leaning back on it till it clicked.
“Amy, you’re never a dull moment.”
She felt her heart melting.
���And you’re never old hat.” he winked.
She immediately skipped off, and made him blink in puzzlement.
He wondered if he said something wrong… but knew he hadn’t.
He sat back down, chillaxing and waiting to eat, trying to be polite as he itched his nose, before seeing her walk back in.
Same old red dress.
His eyes lit up.
Same old mascara.
His grin curled.
Same old, sweet smile.
He nodded.
“Now that’s a look.” he tossed her some food and she caught it.
“Ohh.. don’t play with your food. Do you like it?” she grumbled a minute at first, before sitting down and looking excited to eat with him.
He winked, “Same old Amy.”
“If you like it, you should marry me and I’ll feed you every day!” she spread her arms out.
He still held his smile.. but leaned back in awkwardness for a moment.
“Heh..heh… still better than Sassy.”
“Oh, you kinda liked Sassy. Admit it.” she put some food on her plate.
“I’d like all those girls better if you were wearing them.” he chomped some food up and she sat, staring at him.
It wasn’t the outfits he didn’t like…
It was simply her not being in them.. that he didn’t approve of.
Author’s notes:
I’ve decided to make this section a ‘read more’ for those who are simply in it for story. ^^
This was fun! I admit, I didn’t know how to make it more unique than my other ‘Amy changes things up to appeal more to Sonic’ prompts, but I’m glad I did! I wanted her to try out different looks and be rejected in them, leading to the main theme coming along… but at the last minute, I had Sonic say probably the most profound thing that randomly hit me as I wrote.
It was like something clicked, maybe the character really did speak out to me, I don’t know XD haha, sounds weird. But I felt he would have been fine with whatever she wore, as long as she was still there.
Because her personality changed, not her clothes! I thought that was super touching and clever, and I literally did it ‘last second’ which makes me feel it was just meant to be written ^^
Surprises come to writers like that, haha! But I was really happy to see that all those personalities truly ‘bugged’ or at least ‘annoyed’ him. He liked how Amy was. She was sweet, thoughtful, and sometimes got upset. But that what’s he likes! haha, it amuses him. So I think Sonic would be uncomfortable with Amy changing herself :)
He’s already so used to her now! Why change anything? teehee! >//w//n
P.s: Instead of some science book which would be more ‘Tails’s style’ I hooked Amy up with Shakespeare. It’s cultured, still something smart, but more Amy’s cup-of-tea. Just in case Sonic would ask something smart of her, she had something to deliver! haha.
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