#sweet caretaker

[aspergirl2022]

You see the serie "Cells at work" ?

You see the macrophages ?

Well imagine a Caretaker like this.

Caretaker covered in blood, with a bloody chainsaw (or any mortal tools), smiling/giggling while fighting Whumper and reassuring Whumpee that everything is under control.

That’s the kind of deadly Caretaker I want to see!

[charlietheepicwriter7]

Talia found Yasmin's hide out only two days after the bomb.

It wasn't easy. Yasmin had hidden herself well - her monthly reports had never mentioned an acquaintanceship with Vladimir Masters, the absolute gall of that girl - in the middle of nowhere Wisconsin. She bypassed the few security measures with ease, eventually finding her daughter sitting at a kitchen table, hyperventilating.

"What happened?" Talia's voice was cold and demanding.

"The-" Yasmin gasped before stealing herself. "The Fentons are dead."

"I know the Fentons are dead." Talia circled the girl. "One split navel to throat, the other strangled. What. Happened?"

"The Fentons discovered their son was a Meta. Specifically, they thought he had been replaced with the extradimentional species they study." She took a deep breath. "By the time I had discovered their actions, Daniel was... dissected on a table."

Talia closed her eyes. She knew from Yasmin's reports that she'd been acting as the Fenton child's primary caretaker since her adoption and a fondness had developed. "Yasmin-"

"Don't, Mother." She snapped. "Don't act like this is anything less than a tragedy."

"I know-"

"He was a child-"

"Everything's been taken care of," Talia said. "As far as the authorities are concerned, Jasmine Fenton died in that explosion you caused. You need to return now-"

"No!" Yasmin bolted to her feet, glaring at Talia. "He's dead, Mother! An innocent child, the child I raised as my own, is dead because I couldn't protect him! Don't you dare try to sweep this under the rug like... like Danny was something shameful! I'm not leaving! I have to-"

Time Out.

Yasmin shut her mouth mid-sentence, giving Talia time to convince her off her self-destructive path.

"What happened to Daniel is a tragedy, Yasmin. But wallowing in grief and what-ifs only leads to further pain." Talia sighed. "The Fentons and the research you were so fascinated with are gone now. You made sure of that. It's time for you to return home and put that knowledge to use."

Yasmin stared down at her hands. Odd that Talia hadn't noticed, but Yasmin's hands cradled a small, dark blue jewel, polished into a smooth, oblong oval. It glittered under the candlelight, like stars in the sky.

Yasmin swallowed the rock and spoke, refusing to acknowledge what she'd just done. "You are right, Mother. The time of Jasmine Fenton is gone now." She stared straight at Talia, no trace of fear in her gaze. For a moment, Talia wondered where her child had gone. Yasmin never met her eyes unless prompted to when she was growing up. Now she was met with a younger version of herself with cheap dyed-red hair, with the same level of determination that made Talia the Right Hand of the Demon Head. "I will mourn for Danny... on my own time. For now, what is my mission?"

Talia studied her daughter. There was a reason why she'd hidden the girl so far out of the way of her Father and her son. Yasmin was a strong fighter, but had her father's heart, despite her willingness to kill. She'd always reminded Talia of a bodyguard rather than an assassin, but Yasmin wanted to go her own way, wanted to study everything. For years, Talia had indulged her daughter, but now it was time for her to return to the fold.

"For the next month, you will be training to remove any weakness the Fentons may have left in you. After that, you will be guarding an ally for me."

"Which ally?"

"A boy a few years older than you, a son of the Bat." Yasmin didn't react to the mention of her father. Good. "His mind is infirm, but by the time you finish your training, he will be ready to strike a blow against Gotham. You will act as his guard during his training and act as my spy while he's in Gotham. Do you understand?"

For a moment, Yasmin's hand brushed her stomach before she forced her fists to her sides. "Yes, Mother. I will do as you ask."

[whump-galaxy]

Imagine a caretaker that’s just. A little bit off the rails. A few screws more than loose. They’re not mean or cruel, just exceedingly eccentric.

They’ll leap into fights with no abilities and still manage to win. They’ll save the “lost cause” prisoner just cause they can. Their miracle cures may not heal injuries, but they’re sure to bring your spirits up.

They have a glint in their eyes that the whumpee can’t help but admire, since that crazy bravery is what got them to safety.

[bamsara]

Hey chief you've been sitting on the new chapter for a while what's the current word count? (also crumb? little crumb for us perhaps?)

I have about 70k worth of draft written but thats DRAFT and incoherent rambling so not an actual idea of the chapter word count, but since I've been talking about SL Monty latley I think it's fair to throw these here

[darl-ingfics]

Okay but all this new knowledge of DK sleep-talking/walking and that story of him throwing up is just asking to be made into a fic. Like maybe when he’s feverish he’s more likely to sleep walk, and the sleep talking gets worse with the fever dreams. They actually need someone to stay back at the dorm with him when his fever is too high to make sure he doesn’t hurt himself. This isn’t a request or anything, so don’t feel obligated to write it. Just me throwing ideas around 😭

Took a few months, but this idea suddenly reappeared in my brain and DEMANDED to be written. I hope you enjoy!

The Gingerbread Chronicles

Fandom: Seventeen

Sickie: DK (stomach virus)

Caregiver(s): Seventeen

Word Count: 3,413

Notes: While I logically understand that stomach bugs are insanely contagious... I didn't want to deal with that here so pretend it's not! This is loosely based on a story Seungkwan told about a time with DK had norovirus, and I also chose to fictionalize those symptoms a bit cause I wanted to.

It had been an extraordinarily ordinary evening at the Seventeen dorm. Practice had been hard that day, but ended in the early afternoon, giving the boys a night to themselves. The group had separated almost immediately after arriving home, some making food while others showered. Several took the time to sneak in a much deserved nap. And somehow they’d all gravitated back to the living room right around dinner time, everyone busy with their own activities; Jun, Soonyoung, Woonwoo, and Chan playing video games together with commentary from Jeonghan and Mingyu; Seungcheol and Seungkwan building a puzzle on the coffee table with some help from Mingyu; Joshua and Minghao making bead creations with Jihoon, pretending he didn’t want to participate, asking several questions about what they were doing. Only Seokmin and Hansol had yet to reemerge. 

A situation Jeonghan tried to rectify upon noticing that it was almost dinner time. Not wanting to miss out on an opportunity for a true team dinner, the second eldest had called for both of the missing members, loud enough to wake the dead. Hansol called back that he was just getting out of the shower and would be there in a minute. Seokmin didn’t respond, prompting Jeonghan to call again, putting on the pressure of missing out on ‘quality family bonding time.’

At that, Seokmin’s door opened and the vocalist shuffled from his room, coincidentally the one closest to the den. But his shuffling was quickly replaced by a rather choppy stagger as his eyes widened and he retched a few times before promptly vomiting on the floor. 

All activity in the room ceased instantly. 

“Shit!” Seungcheol exclaimed, jumping to his feet as Joshua climbed over the couch and grabbed Seokmin’s shoulders, pulling him back down the hall as the younger man clasped a desperate hand over his mouth. The sound of a door slamming shut echoed down the hall a moment later, followed by the sound of another door creaking open with hesitation. 

“What’s going on?” Hansol asked as he stepped from the hallway. His eyes followed the group’s, and his entire body went rigid, eyes blowing wide as saucers. Minghao jumped up and grabbed Hansol by the shoulders, directing him away from the puddle on the floor and ushering the shell-shocked rapper outside. The front door slamming seemed to wake Jihoon and Soonyoung up from their shock, the producer muttering soemthing about grabbing the cleaning supplies from the closet, and the dancer leader following him. The living room was still held in a bubble of stunned silence. 

The quiet was broken when someone in the room snorted, unable to hold back a laugh, and the room exploded. Chan and Seungkwan erupted in laughter, falling against one another, as Mingyu slipped to the floor, face in his hands. 

“Guys…” Jeonghan said, disappointment heavy in his tone despite the fact that his lips were actively fighting a smile. “Come on.”

“I’m sorry but like… WHAT WAS THAT?!” Chan exclaimed, breaking down into hysterics again. 

“He was like…” Seungkwan did an admittedly spot on impression of the scene they’d just witnessed, causing Chan to laugh even harder and earning chuckles from the others gathered around the room. 

“Mean. This is mean behavior,” Jeonghan replied with a shake of his head. 

“Hyung! You have to admit, that was objectively hilarious.” Mingyu wiped an actual tear from his eye as he looked up at Jeonghan with a bemused grin.

“How is he so fucking funny?” Wonwoo mused, eyes focused down the hall.

“Language.” Soonyoung flicked the back of Wonwoo’s neck as he passed him, following Jihoon (who was carrying a bucket of water) with a few rolls of paper towels. 

“Like… we wouldn’t laugh at anyone else throwing up…” Wonwoo continued, seemingly ignoring Soonyoung’s admonishment. 

“Only us. Only this group of humans,” Jun added, shaking his head in amazement. He sighed. “Guess this means we’ve got to rearrange our schedules a bit, huh?”

Mingyu’s head cocked to the side, very reminiscent of a curious puppy. “How so?”

Jun shrugged. “We can’t leave him alone.”

It had, rather unfortunately, become common knowledge that Lee Seokmin could not handle having a fever. They hit him hard and fast, and left him completely delirious… and prone to sleep talking. And sleep walking. He’d nearly hurt himself several times over the years, slipping in the shower or falling down a single step from one room to another. The group had learned to adapt itself around him, forming a protective barrier to keep Seokmin from wandering to his doom. 

“What if it’s just food poisoning?” Chan pointed out, trying to be helpful. 

Jeonghan shook his head. “No, Jun’s right. Seokmin is incredibly in tune with his own body, and if he couldn’t tell he was going to throw up before coming in here, that means he’s already running a fever. Which means he needs constant supervision until that fever breaks.”

“I’ll call a manager.” Seungcheol pulled his phone from his pocket, heading towards the bathroom where Joshua and Seokmin had disappeared. 

“Let’s just hope it runs its course quick, and he says some funny shit again,” Jihoon closed the conversation. “Now can you all go make yourselves useful and do something more exciting than watch me clean this shit up?”

“Langauge,” Soonyoung chided, flicking the producers shoulder, earning himself a swift chop to the side.

*

Seungcheol knocked gently on the bathroom door before pushing it open. He found a tangled heap of limbs on the floor leaning against the bathtub: an ashen, teary Seokmin melted around a worried Joshua. The older man’s fingers were working soothingly through the younger’s hair as he whispered reassuring words into his ear, trying to calm Seokmin’s whimpering. The leader met Joshua’s eyes. “Did it happen again?”

Joshua nodded. “Why do you think the lid’s closed? He collapsed against me before I could eliminate the evidence.”

It was Seungcheol’s turn to nod. “Fever?”

Joshua’s lips turned into a half smile. “I’ll take first watch.” 

The leader simply nodded yet again. He moved to the counter and grabbed the digital thermometer, kneeling in front of the duo before pointing the reader at Seokmin’s forehead. 

“I’m so sorry, hyung,” Seokmin cried. “I… I didn’t mean to…”

“I know, sweetheart.” Seungcheol smoothed his thumb down Seokmin’s cheek, resting it under his chin. “It’s not your fault. You’re sick. Everyone gets sick. Almost everyone of us has thrown up on that exact same floor. Or in more embarrassingly public situations.” Seokmin gave a halfhearted and short lived smile. Seungcheol held up his phone. “Now, I’m gonna try to get you a few days off to rest. And I don’t want to hear any complaints.” 

Seokmin nodded, but his eyes filled with tears again. “Thanks hyung.” 

Joshua kissed his forehead. “Come on, Minnie. Let’s get you to bed. Want to brush your teeth first?”

“Yeah.” Seokmin scrubbed at his face, swiping his wrist against his eyes. “And wash my face.”

“Of course, love.” Seungcheol held out his hands to help lift Seokmin on his very shaky legs. Joshua quickly stood too, wrapping an arm around Seokmin’s waist, supporting him while he got cleaned up at the sink. The leader smiled to himself, knowing their sunshine was safe in Joshua’s care, and left them to it. 

*

And thus the schedule took shape. Joshua was up first, given that Seokmin had refused to let go of him after the incident, as Seungkwan declared it should be called. They were curled up together in Seokmin’s bed for two hours, before Junhei came to give Joshua a dinner break. It took them a few minutes to extract the vocalist from the sleeping man’s clinging limbs, but once the American was safely out of the room, Jun settled into a chair next to Seokmin’s bed, playing a game on his phone. 

About 20 minutes in, Seokmin pushed himself up onto his elbow, facing away from Jun. The dancer looked up in concern. “Kyeomie? You good, bud?”

“The gingerbread army cannot be avoided,” Seokmin declared before flopping back down against his pillow. Jun blinked in surprise, leaning forward just enough to confirm that, yes, Seokmin was fast asleep again. It was only then that Jun let himself laugh. He shot a text to the group chat that the sleep talking had begun.

*

Jun stayed with him for three hours, Joshua stopping in periodically. Seokmin woke up a few times, mumbling incoherently, and they got him to drink enough water to feel he was safe from dehydration. After that, Jeonghan took over. The night continued with no incident. He even convinced the younger man to eat a few bites of plain rice, which seemingly stayed down long enough for him to fall back asleep. 

The next day, the Hip Hop Unit had gotten permission to take the day off to be in the house for Seokmin. (Or, in reality, the three elder member of the Hip Hop Unit; Hansol specifically had been told to go to practice, as staying in the house would only exacerbate his anxiety). Jeonghan had also gotten a later start for the day. Seungcheol had asked for the same for Joshua and Jun, but both had declined the offer, insisting they could survive the day on the little sleep they had, given all the current absences. 

So now Mingyu was sitting in the chair Jun had brought into the room, reading a book as Seokmin slept before him. 

Mingyu immediately closed his book, not bothering to mark the page when Seokmin groaned, twisting onto his side. His eyes blinked open, squinting up at Mingyu. “Gyu?”

The rapper smiled. “Yeah, buddy, it’s me. How’re you feeling?”

Seokmin frowned in thought. “Gross.” He swallowed, smacking his lips as he looked around. “Where’s Shua?”

“He had to go to practice,” Mingyu replied. “He was with you for a lot of the night. So were Hannie and Jun. Do you remember any of that?”

“Yeah.” Without warning, Seokmin lurched over the side of the bed, throwing up on the floor, and unintentionally Mingyu’s socks. 

“Help!” Mingyu yelled over his shoulder as he leaned forward, catching Seokmin by the shoulders so the younger man wouldn’t fall off of the bed. As several pairs of footsteps drew closer, Seokmin whimpered pitifully. “Hey, hey, it’s okay. You’re okay.”

“No it’s not. Your socks!” Seokmin sobbed, hanging his head in embarrassment. 

“I can wash my socks, Minnie,” Mingyu said with a loving smile as Wonwoo gently pried the Seokmin out of his grip, settling the vocalist back against the headboard. Wonwoo then thrust the (unfortunately useless) bucket into Seokmin’s hands just in time for him to gag again. 

“Okay, what happened?” Seungcheol asked, rubbing Mingyu’s shoulder as he assessed the damage. 

“He woke up, said two lucid things, and then puked over the side of the bed,” Mingyu summarized. He gestured to the floor. “And my socks.”

“Looks like he got your legs too,” Wonwoo offered unhelpfully as he held Seokmin’s hair off of his forehead while the vocalist sobbed over his bucket, seemingly triggering his sensitive gag reflex again.  

“Not helpful, Woo,” Mingyu replied, starting to get more uncomfortable the more focus they put on his soiled socks. 

Noting the discomfort of both of his dongsaeng’s, Seungcheol nodded. “Okay, okay, let’s all take a deep breath. Seokmin, my love…” He reached forward, carding his fingers through the sick man’s hair. Seokmin looked up at him with tear-filled eyes. “You’re okay, everything is okay. I know you don’t feel good, but we got you, so there’s no need for tears. They’re making you sick, okay?” Seokmin nodded with a shaky sigh. “Amazing. Wonu, can you take Seokmin… somewhere else? So we can clean up in here.”

“Of course. Sunshine, do you want to go sit under the shower or watch a show on the couch?” Wonwoo asked, rubbing a soothing hand against Seokmin’s cheek. 

“Shower please,” the vocalist sniffled. Seungcheol tapped Wonwoo’s butt affectionately, proud of him for remembering that a sick Seokmin absolute adored of being in water. Wonwoo kicked out teasingly at the leader as he climbed off the bed, pulling back the comforter so Seokmin could follow him, holding onto his bucket for dear life (mostly so that he could take control over some of his mess, Seungcheol knew. Seokmin hated burdening anyone, even when he physically couldn’t stand on his own.) As Wonwoo slowly guided the sick man out of the room, Seungcheol turned back to Mingyu. 

“So what needs cleaning?”

“Well, me,” Mingyu began, voice light given the situation. “But I don’t think it got on the bedding or anything. Maybe the sheets, but we should wash those anyway. And, of course, the floor. Thank god we talked him out of getting that ugly throw rug the other day.”

Seungcheol snorted, cuffing Mingyu on the shoulder. “You’re the only guy I know who could joke with puke all of over his socks.”

“Yeah, if we wait too much longer, though, I am going to have a complete meltdown,” Mingyu said, tone joking but his eyes deadly serious. 

“Heard. Sit tight for just two seconds while I get the mop.” 

“One… two… This is longer than two!!!”

*

The rest of the day passed in a haze. After sitting in the shower with Wonwoo, Seungcheol convinced Seokmin to eat a bit more rice so he could take some medicine. That stayed down for exactly half an hour. So the leader gave him Gatorade and liquid Tylenol after, which thankfully didn’t make a reappearance. Mingyu, freshly showered himself, sang Seokmin back into a dreamless sleep while the medicine did its work. 

Twenty minutes after they got him back to sleep, Seokmin stumbled into the living room, fast asleep, monologuing about the sandwich preferences of gingerbreadmen and the moon’s texting habits and how the floor became a trampoline between 3:06 and 3:13am every night. Which was, obviously, a tactic employed by the gingerbread army. Wonwoo took several videos. 

From then on, the trio kept up a rotation of monitoring Seokmin in his room, talking him through his feverish ramblings and ensuring that he didn’t go wandering and accidentally hurt himself. 

When the rest of the group returned home that evening, Minghao made dinner, a dish his mother had always made when he was sick to his stomach as a child, and taught him to make before he’d left home. And while Seokmin didn’t eat a lot, he was lucid enough to happily enjoy a small bowl that, thankfully, did not make a reappearance, and allowed him to take more serious fever reducers that knocked him out into a peaceful sleep. 

Or, at least they thought it had, until Seungkwan had returned from the bathroom to find Seokmin’s bed empty. Seungkwan looked around, completely confused until he heard a scream of, “OH MY GOD!” from the living room. 

“Found him,” the vocalist muttered to himself. He followed the echo of Chan’s voice down the hall into the den, where he found the maknae fully supporting Seokmin’s body. 

“What happened?” Seungkwan asked as he sprinted forward, shouldering half of the unconscious man’s body. 

“I couldn’t sleep and was just playing a game when he wandered in and started asking about the army’s movements? I got up to see what he was talking about, and he just collapsed!” Chan exclaimed. 

Seungkwan nodded. “Yeah, that… that checks out. I’m sorry he spooked you. I ran to the bathroom and thought he could stay in place for two minutes…”

“Leave it to our Kyeomie to keep us on our toes.” Chan smiled affectionately. 

“At least you were here to catch him…”

“Right. We don’t need a repeat of last November.”

“Dark times.”

“Dark times, indeed.”

*

Hansol had mostly been spared from directly watching over Seokmin. As their most emetophobic member, Hansol had made himself useful on the sidelines, running to the store for supplies and cooking meals for the rest of the team while their focus was elsewhere. Hansol was good at that - filling in the cracks where his hyungs weren’t looking. It killed him that he couldn’t be more helpful to the one that needed him most, and made up for it taking care of the rest of them. 

But somehow, Hansol was the only one in the living room on day three when Seokmin shuffled in, hair sticking up at odd angles. Jeonghan was in the shower, and Jun was on the phone with his mom. And even though Seokmin technically hadn’t thrown up in over 24 hours, Hansol was still on edge. 

“Hyung? Are you okay?”

Seokmin nodded, rubbing sleepily at his eyes. “Yeah. I’m just…” He flapped his arms once, unable to find the right words. 

Hansol pressed his lips together. “Are you hungry?”

Seokmin tapped his stomach, as if that would give him the answer. “Yeah?”

“Okay.” Hansol jumped to his feet, eager to help. “Do you want banana, rice, green apple, or toast?”

“Isn’t the ‘a’ supposed to be applesauce?” Seokmin asked. 

“Yeah, but we don’t have that, and apparently green apples are good for an upset stomach.” Hansol shrugged. “Is applesauce what you want?”

Seokmin shook his head. “Banana sounds perfect.”

Hansol nodded. “Let’s do some toast too.”

“Okay.” Hansol nodded again, heading off towards the kitchen as Seokmin collapsed into the armchair. As the vocalist looked hazily out the window, Hansol watched him from the corner of his eye. 

“How are you feeling?” the rapper ventured carefully. 

Seokmin shrugged, still starting outside. “Jittery. Shivery. But not pukey anymore.”

Hansol felt the knots in his stomach begin to loosen. “That’s good. Just the fever left, then.”

“I think so…” Seokmin paused. “Did I… Did I say anything?”

Hansol snorted. “A lot of things, actually.” Seokmin groaned, head falling back against the chair. “You walked a bit too.” The vocalist’s eyes blew wide. “You scared the shit out of Chan the other day.”

“Nooooo…” Seokmin hid his face in his hands. “I’m so sorry…”

“Why? You’re sick. You can’t help it.”

“Still… I hate being a problem.” 

“Trust me, hyung.” Hansol smiled over the counter just as the toaster popped. “The chronicles of the gingerbread army are well worth it.” Seokmin smiled back. “However, I can wait for the next installment.” Seokmin’s smile deepened. “Me too, Sollie. Me too.”

[feverflushed]

When the whumpee is really, REALLY out of it with a high fever, and it's making them really worried and anxious, so their partner has to reassure them, explaining every little thing they're doing to whumpee.

"I'm going to put a nice cold towel on your head, honey, it's going to feel really pleasant."

"You can't keep lying in those sweat drenched bedsheets. I'm going to change them for you, okay? Fresh, dry sheets feel so much better."

"I'm going to give you a little sponge bath, alright? Just some lukewarm water and a soft sponge..."

"Are you tired, love? I'll dim the lights for you so you can take a nap. And it'll help with your headache."

"I'm going to take your temperature again, dear, we need to keep an eye on that fever of yours... I know that the thermometer feels really cold, but bear with me for a moment...."

[aventurineswife]

aventurine x reader!!: 🤍

req with hanahaki, but it’s a condition reader was born with {rather than the traditional unrequited love type of things, but aven doesn’t know that} basicallyyy: reader hides their condition from him, until one day aven finds out, and is worried it might be his fault

noticing how extra clingy he’s become, reader decides to ask him about it, he asks about their hanahaki, and we get cute fluffy ending <3

{basically chronically ill reader looking back on this, but hanahaki is very interesting :D}

hope you’re having a wonderful morning/evening/night <3 🤍🫧

“I won’t give up on us, even if the skies get rough”

Summary: You have been hiding a lifelong condition, Hanahaki Disease, from Aventurine. Though the disease isn't caused by unrequited love, it still manifests in the form of flowers growing your lungs. As Aventurine becomes more clingy and concerned about your health, you finally confess the truth. Aventurine, feeling a mixture of guilt and concern, vows to support you through your condition, offering comfort and care.

Tags: Aventurine x Reader, Hanahaki Disease, Chronic Illness, Fluff, Comfort, Emotional Support, Angst (with a fluffy ending), Established Relationship, Relationship Growth, Vulnerability, Healing, Sweet Moments, Caretaking

Warnings: Mild illness (Hanahaki Disease), mention of chronic conditions, light angst, feelings of guilt and concern, unrequited love not being the cause of the condition.

A/N: THIS ACTUALLY SUCH A GOOD PROMPT?! AND ALSO ORIGINAL TOO!! LIKE MAN I WAS DONE CRYING OVER CHARACTER GETTING THE DISEASE BECAUSE OF UNREQUITED LOVE!! ☹️💔

The morning sunlight filters through the curtains, casting soft, golden hues across your shared living space. Aventurine stands in the kitchen, flipping through a deck of cards absentmindedly, his gaze shifting occasionally in your direction. You’ve noticed how his attention seems to linger on you lately, how his glances feel like they carry a silent question he hasn’t yet voiced. And though he’s always been affectionate, his recent clinginess has you wondering if something’s on his mind.

Today, after all the little moments of unspoken worry and his fingers brushing your arm a little too often, you decide to bring it up.

"Aven, love,” you begin gently, meeting his gaze, “Is everything alright? You’ve been...extra close lately."

He hesitates, his ever-present smile faltering just slightly. "Ah, am I really that obvious?" He chuckles, but there's a hint of nervousness behind it. "It’s just...I couldn’t help but notice you’ve been coughing a bit more lately."

You freeze for a second, feeling your heart quicken. You’d tried so hard to hide your condition from him, carefully coughing petals into tissues, tucking them away when he wasn’t looking. Your condition was a lifelong burden, not caused by any recent heartache but simply part of who you are. But now it’s clear he’s been noticing more than you realized.

“Aven, it’s not... It’s not what you think,” you say softly, reaching out to take his hand. “I know what you’re thinking—that it might be because of you. But it’s not. It’s something I was born with.”

For the first time since you’ve known him, Aventurine’s confident composure breaks entirely. He stares at you, brows furrowing, genuine worry and perhaps a bit of guilt swimming in his eyes. "You mean...this wasn’t something recent? You’ve...you’ve had it all along?”

You nod, squeezing his hand. "It’s always been there. The doctors don’t know why, but it’s just a part of me. I didn’t want to worry you, so I hid it."

He exhales, visibly relieved but still concerned. “You shouldn’t have hidden something so big,” he murmurs, brushing a hand through your hair, fingers gentle and affectionate. “I... I hate thinking of you going through that alone.”

His tone is soft, filled with a depth of emotion you rarely hear from him. "I just wanted things to feel normal," you whisper, resting your forehead against his. "But lately... it’s been harder to hide. I didn’t want you to think I didn’t trust you."

For a moment, he’s quiet, his hand slipping down to cradle your face, his thumb tracing gentle patterns against your cheek. “I’ll help you through this. You’re not alone in this anymore, you hear me?” His voice is resolute, his determination clear.

A small, hesitant smile finds its way onto your lips as you nod, feeling the weight of your secret lighten. “You really don’t have to...”

“Oh, but I do,” he insists, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, then your nose, and finally your lips. “I’m already envisioning ways we can handle it together. I’ll bring you tea every morning, make sure you rest more, and maybe bring a few cards to distract you when things get rough.”

You laugh softly at his playfulness, feeling an overwhelming sense of love and gratitude. The tenderness in his eyes, the way he’s looking at you—it’s as if he’s promising to take on part of this burden just to keep you smiling.

“I’m lucky to have you.” you murmur, wrapping your arms around him.

He smiles, holding you close, his voice a gentle whisper in your ear. "And I’m lucky to have you, petals and all."

With Aventurine by your side, you realize that even the things you once saw as burdens feel a little lighter. The two of you, together, find comfort in each other’s embrace, knowing that no secret or struggle can stand between the love you share.

[lunarharp]

uhh another modern au agott follow-up. They've gotten progressively sillier

[graceful-not]

*grabs you* if the members of the found family aren't at least a little bit fucked up about each other what's even the point man. if the lines aren't even a little bit blurred when it comes to roles what's the point. buddy. pal. what's even the point of having a found family and then imposing strict nuclear family roles unto them, or never allowing the roles they do have to be bent or broken. what's even the point if one character (assuming they're the same age) is ALWAYS being taken care of by the other without it being related to one of their arcs. what's even the point if the found family doesn't take care of each other. what's even the point if they're normal about having people they are so so close to so as to trust with nearly everything and stick with and sweat bleed and die for. what's even the point if the roles arent flexible and based on a foundation of trust over any kind of imposed relationship, and the dynamics shift for what is needed in the situation. what's even the point if they're not a little bit in love about it. they need to LOVE EACH OTHER. what's the point if they are being kept at a distance the same to that of an acquaintance and it's not part of their greater arc or bc of their character. let them sleep together. let them cuddle. let them kiss (not necessarily romantically!!! on the forehead or the hand or a little peck on the top of a head). I'm so sick of sanitized found families I need them to care about each other so much it hurts they need to think about the others way too much do you get it. I don't want it to be a replacement for a real family I want them to Frankenstein together a new creation it needs to be elevated it needs to be bleeding and raw it needs to be REAL I want it to be ALIVE. WHY are your found family dynamics so fucking DEAD!!!! STOP SHOVELLING ROTTING MEET INTO MY MOUTH I CAN TELL ITS DEAD I CAN FUCKING TELL WHEN ITS DIVIDED SO CLEARLY BY CARETAKER/WHUMPEE WHY IS IT SO ONE-WAY THE FAMILY TAKES CARE OF EACH OTHER THEY DONT NEED TO BE JUST ONE ROLE. A PERSON CAN BE A FATHER A MOTHER A MENTOR A TEACHER. A BROTHER AND FRIEND IN SOLIDARITY OR EVEN A LOVER IF IT IS NEEDED. DO YOU GET IT. DO YOU GET IT.

[hawnks]

Vampire who’s so excited to have a little human mate, he’s prepared everything for you, made a home for you both to live, gotten all the accruements ready. You’re doted on.

Like a beloved pet.

[number-one-shadisper-shipper]

Okay so in the two Sonic movies there's some obvious parallels between the scene where Tom tucks Sonic in and where Sonic tucks Tails in:

They both look up, see their little guy having fallen fast asleep, and tuck them in.

Which is so utterly sweet and adorable.

But I just noticed parallels between Tom and Sonic's relationship and Sonic and Tails's relationship in another set of scenes as well. Namely, the one where their respective kid gets injured.

In the first movie, it's right after the truck chase scene where Robotnik's tank keeps producing smaller ones like an evil Russian nesting doll, the last one being a tiny bomb that sticks to Sonic and ends up blowing up and knocking him unconscious.

In the second one, it's on the snowy mountain where Knuckles and Sonic talk, but then things go south and Sonic tries to pass the compass to Tails, but Robotnik steals it and then knocks out Tails with a couple of rockets.

Just look at the parallels in the interactions and even the setup of these two scenes:

Tom and Sonic immediately call the kid's name

They rush to them and kinda cradle them, super concerned

Similar phrasing as they beg them to wake up

And then immediately they end up crashing into Rachel's life and taking over her house/wedding, where they get to Maddie to take care of their little guy.

I know Sonic's unconscious for the first one so there's no way he's purposely imitating Tom, but I just love to think that they're just so close that he's just picked up Tom's dad instincts and is imitating it without even knowing 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰 Sonic may be adopted but he really is his dad's kid.

[wangxianficrecs]

Tides by Anonymous

Tides

by Anonymous

G, 1k, Wangxian

Summary: When their routine is interrupted, Wei Ying gets himself and Lan Zhan ready for bed. Kay's comments: This story was so sweet and made me feel all warm and mushy inside T_T Just a short storty of Wei Ying taking care of Lan Zhan after an unspecified rough day, taking him through their routine and tucking him in. Every word and every action is filled with so much love, my heart has grown three sizes. Excerpt: Wei Ying toes off his shoes, changes into his house slippers, and pours himself a glass of water when he comes home. While the water filter's refilling, he washes his hands at the kitchen sink. This is all routine: Lan Zhan's routine, not his, which Wei Ying took and made his and which has the double effect of keeping him hydrated and keeping him closer to his partner. He's home late tonight, his backpack filled with books from the library where he's abandoned it on the sofa. Wei Ying thinks that, notes it, and walks past the backpack on his way to the bathroom. He notes it again on the way back to get more water and forgets it again. He has a reason this time: the lights are on. The lights are usually on. He gets home later than Lan Zhan on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and Lan Zhan is usually asleep, waiting for him in bed. He's always asleep, and he always curls against Wei Ying when slides into bed. Even if he's sleeping on his back. Even if Wei Ying is going to scroll on his phone instead of rest. But now the lights are on in the bedroom too, so Wei Ying goes. The backpack, he thinks—he'll grab the backpack later.

pov wei wuxian, modern setting, modern no powers, autistic lan wangji, wei wuxian has adhd, neurodivergency, caretaking, hurt/comfort, routine, soft lan wangji/wei wuxian, short & sweet

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[whump-galaxy]

The Villain finds their Sidekick in an awful state. Half dead, breathing shallower and shallower breaths. They cradle their Sidekick, terrified of attempting to seek medical treatment. What if the authorities don’t treat Sidekick’s injuries? What if they just arrest the both of them? What if they leave the Sidekick to die?

They nearly jump out of their skin at the hand on their shoulder. It’s the Hero’s Sidekick. Having witnessed what the Hero did, they abandoned their team.

Now they want to help.

[whumpster-dumpster]

Whumpee woken from a nap when Caretaker nestles a new little plushie into bed with them as a Get Better Soon Gift ❤️

[adalwolfgang]

Source (X)

[oddsconvert]

Gonna post my part two for 'August captured by hunters AU' tomorrow 👀

May have to be a third part for where Declan saves him 🙂‍↕️👀💖