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peachirambles · 6 months

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Hello! If it’s okay, can I request step 2 Qiu and Tamarack’s reactions to an MC who starts out shy and sweet in step 1 but turns cold and sarcastic as the years go by?

Ahhh, just like Qiu 😔 Usually when I write characters that turn cold like that, there's usually a reason behind it but im gonna do my best 😌 Hopefully its not too much of a downer

Tamarack Baumann

Tamarack doesn't exactly know what caused the shift in their best friend at all, they used to be sweet towards her just like Qiu

She doesn't even know if they still actually like being around her, despite their insistence that its not her

Though she was lucky she didn't get the brunt of it like everyone else does, she has seen their cold sour attitude rear its head towards others multiple times

And those multiple times, it only agitated or enraged the others involved. Sarcasm where it wasn't needed, the obvious coldness and gilbness towards other people's issues was not helping that either. It reminds her of the reasons why her and Qiu aren't friends anymore. And she doesn't like it

Her not liking it doesn't mean that she doesn't have to sit back and let it happen either. And it definitely doesn't mean you and her can't be friends anymore. After all, you're Not that way with her.

At least she hopes not. She would rather hang out with you instead of well. The alternative, but she is worried for them but doesn't know how to broach that topic at all just yet. So she will support them as best as she possibly can and know. She lost one friend and she doesn't want to lose another

Qiu Lin

Ah yes, Mx. IDGAF. To start off with this, Qiu wouldn't know shit about what caused that shift in you. They thought they had you pegged when you were younger but now... now this shift in behavior definitely threw them for a loop

Now it's not bad per se, the MC stopped giving a shit just like they did as well, which Qiu will always support, but that doesn't mean it makes sense to them either.

They are much more used to their quips or remarks about stuff now too, and subsequently how they treat people too. And for someone who acts the same way, it doesn't exactly soothe them when they see the MC act cold around people trying to help them.

Especially people like Tamarack. Of course, none of them are actually friends with each other! Not one bit! Though, they can't deny that at some point, watching Tamarack try and at least get to the bottom of it relaxed and enraged Qiu.

On one hand, someone else is watching out for them, but on the other hand, their fine the way they are right now! It's fine, everything is fine! At least that's what they tell themself to sleep at night.

But the MC is definitely going to find more "support" in Qiu than in Tamarack at the moment, I can see them just vibing together and throwing sarcasm at each other for funsies. But deep down, Qiu is worried, but they can't afford to care for others right now. They don't have that same energy like they did in 2010, and if the MC says their fine, their fine. Right?

#our life now and forever #tamarack baumann #qiu lin #olnf qiu #olnf tamarack #this one was a bit of a downer cause it just reminded me of qiu #personally i am of the consensus that while qiu is Used to acting like the way they do now #qiu wouldnt actually Want that for the mc either #but they don't know how to help nor do they want to exert the energy like tamarack is doing #so its a weird place to be in #candy headcanons

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zoeykallus · 13 days

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Can you please please please do a

What made them fall in love with you- Wolffe , Rex, Jesse and fives? ✋🏻🙂‍↕️🤚🏻

Aloha! Oh sure, I love this topic 😊

Wolffe/Rex/Jesse x Reader HCs - How They Fall In Love With You

Warnings: None (Mostly Fluff)

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Wolffe

How it starts:

It may sound strange, but the first thing he'll notice is that you're neither afraid of him nor condescending towards him. You'd be surprised how many people react negatively to him, partly because he's a clone, but also because his scars give him a slightly wilder appearance. Normal, decent behavior is already a ray of hope for the clone soldier.

You don't turn away, you treat him with respect and even if you find it a little difficult because the grumpy, handsome Wolffe makes you nervous, you maintain eye contact. This immediately makes you more likeable and arouses Wolffe's first cautious curiosity.

What happens next:

You think for yourself, you have your own opinion, even about the clones. You know what you want, and you have that smile that makes his knees go weak. Wolffe is anything but easily impressed, but you fascinate him. He may not be able to say exactly what it is from the start, it's lots of little things.

Wolffe never intended to fall in love, so he doesn't immediately understand the pull he feels when you're around, the pull you exert on him. He is always looking to be close to you, to make contact with you, and at first he doesn't really know why.

He likes your voice, he likes to listen to you, Wolffe admires the way you express your opinion, stubborn but not disrespectful. He's not normally a great talker, but he likes talking to you. Although you occasionally challenge him a little in your conversations, or perhaps precisely because of this, he enjoys your conversations to the full. You make him feel like he belongs, that his opinion is important, no matter what the topic, even if your opinions aren't always exactly the same. You take the time to discuss things with him that are close to his heart, really listen and try to understand. You probably have no idea how much he appreciates this.

In this context, it happens quite unexpectedly, a little smile from you, a look in your eyes, a tone in your voice and Wolffe is lost. He tries to spend every free minute with you. He already has your com number, so he calls you from time to time when he can, sometimes just to hear your voice and makes up some excuse to justify the call.

However, it will take him weeks, maybe even months, to admit to himself and to you that he has a crush. Be patient and try not to push him, sooner or later he will tell you of his own accord.

Rex

How it starts:

The rebellion has brought you together. You may not be a fighter, but you support the rebellion in whatever way you can. Maybe as a caterer, cargo pilot, cook, medic or administrator. No matter how you help, you do your best, and of course Rex notices. He notices the way you treat him and his brothers, you treat them like real heroes, soldiers, their welfare is close to your heart. You admire these men and their fight against the empire, and this is also visible to the outside world.

What happens next:

You keep coming into contact and your manner, your commitment, warms his heart. The fact that someone, who is not a clone, stands by their side in this way gives him hope again and again. After a while, it comes automatically when he sees you, he feels uplifted, hopeful, full of new energy.

It's actually pretty obvious, and yet you sneak into his heart rather than opening the door.

Rex seeks contact with you more and more often, discusses important things concerning the rebellion with you, even if you may not be able to contribute much, he wants to hear your opinion, feel the confidence in your smile, get the feeling that only you can give him, that everything will be all right.

He doesn't know what it is yet, why you have such an intense effect on him. Rex only knows that you are good for him, your smile, your words, your commitment, in whatever way. For him, in a way, it almost feels like you are the most important part of the whole rebellion. Which is nonsense from a rational point of view, of course, but he likes that feeling, he likes you.

The great leader, Rex, comes to rest with you, to find new hope and energy. When Rex returns from a mission, your face is the sign for him, the feeling that he is back home. He has been hopelessly in love for a long time without really knowing it.

Jesse

How it starts:

It's a coincidence that you happen to overhear the three clones talking about how poor the food they're getting is, how they're craving certain things. On impulse, you get some treats and bring them to the three clones (Jesse/Fives/Hardcase) who have been assigned to duty in one of the hangars for a while because of a “little stupidity”. In connection with their punishment, the food has also been restricted to protein bars.

The confused and, shortly afterwards, beaming, delighted faces of the clones make you grin.

Jesse looks up, with a critical eye, and asks, “What's the catch? Why is a Civi bringing us food?”

You laugh amusedly, assuring him that there isn't one, and you just wanted to do something good.

He looks at you indecisively for a moment, but finally goes for the roast chicken he had been craving.

What happens next:

You often pass the hangar on your way to or from work/university/etc., you pass it almost every day. The men greet you cheerfully every time. Again and again you bring food instead of just walking past, and soon you are invited to sit down and eat something too.

Out of curiosity, you ask, “How did the punishment actually come about?”

Jesse answers you, pointing at Fives and saying, “We helped tar and feather a Civi who was being a jerk to his girlfriend”

Fives chuckles, “It was worth it”

Jesse and Hardcase join in the giggles that elicit a grin from you.

“Sounds like you guys did the right thing”

Jesse smirks at you and says, “I agree”

You join the boys more and more regularly, sometimes even helping out a bit, joking and chatting. You like the clones, and they like you. Jesse in particular is very fond of you. The others are already starting to tease him about it, but they're decent enough not to do it in front of you.

He waits every day for you to come over again, he doesn't care about food anymore. He wants to see your face, hear your voice, make jokes with you. You're so nice, so different from other Civis. On the last day of his transfer, he asks for your com number to keep in touch with you.

You don't really expect him to call you, but he does, the very next weekend, and invites you to come to 79's.

You see a lot of clones here, a lot of the same or very similar faces. But apart from Jesse's tattoo, the grin he gives you is also unique. He is so incredibly happy that you actually came.

You sit together in a quieter corner and after a drink or two, Jesse says almost casually, with a wry smile.

“Hey you, I might have a crush on you”

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delusionalwings · 1 year

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can you do barbatos, mammon and simeon with a darling that’s physically weaker than most people? like they’re lethargic, can’t lift heavy things, pass out sometimes just from standing too long, etc.

― synopsis -> with a darling who's physically weaker than most

― characters -> mammon, barbatos, simeon

― gender neutral reader

― headcanons

― warnings -> yandere behavior, induced dependence on him (everyone), gambling, making you feel guilty, disregarding you (mammon), mentions of kidnapping, mentions of anger and violence, emotional manipulation (simeon), mentions of kidnapping, treats you like an object (barbatos)

hope this is fine!

MAMMON

First and foremost, he is glad that you don't have the strength to hang out with those other lower demons grrrr. You are his trophy and it will remain that way.

"Dontcha worry! The Great Mammon looks after his servants," he announces before using your ailment as a reason to borrow more money and gamble it all away.

He truly wants to make a fortune so that he can take you to a doctor and offer you a better life. As a result, however, he just invites more debt and a long lecture from Lucifer.

"Don't you look so concerned about me! I will find a way to make quick money and take you somewhere better."

Your pleas for him to stop fall on deaf ears. His schemes make you feel guilty; it makes you wish that you could do more for him. The bruises on his face that he clumsily tries to hide makes you feel pathetic. Since he is working so hard for you, you wonder what can you give him in return.

But then again, why can't your words be valued? Why can't he respect your wishes? Especially when his way is sure to fail? He seems to believe that since you can't get up and stop him because of your health, he would do his bidding anyway. It's almost as if you're a noble excuse for him to gamble more, without any restraint or fear or guilt.

That's how he starts returning to you with a downcast face every single day to confess the amount that he lost while you lie there, feeling mentally exhausted too, blaming and cursing yourself.

BARBATOS

Hmm... It does pose a problem but since every problem has a solution and Barbatos knows them all, he solves your dilemma too.

All you need to do is smile for him and help him relax during the rare times he is free. Other than that, worry neither about making a living nor about having any kind of freedom. So it doesn't matter if you are incapable of extreme physical exertion. There shall be no need for that when you have magic and Barbatos.

You will be provided for and get your condition checked by the best doctors and magicians. If anything, you are in very capable hands so you can just sit back and let him make all the decisions for you. Focus all your energy in resting and thinking about him till you are needed to act like you are living.

When he tells you to get up, you will get up. When he orders you to entertain him, you will obey. But be assured that he won't go out of his way to torment you physically. There's no merit in it when you can't help yourself. But you will mentally stimulate him, even when your mind is in shambles because of physical pain. You will need to push yourself often with Barbatos. It's your voluntary obedience that he desires and he will take it.

You need to learn proper etiquettes in his presence. He is your master and you need to be perfect wherever you can.

He is at ease knowing that you won't run away anytime soon so he can perform his own duties in peace. Still he is always on the watch.

SIMEON

You have your angel at your beck and call. Leave all the heavy lifting to him. All the housework is his job anyway. What else can one do when they have taken you away from the entire world? You are his duty now.

Sit down, lie down and give him cuddles, validate him, love him. He is still shy about holding you close but he enjoys your warmth and wants to get more familiar with your touch. So instead of spending the time working, take rest and let him take care of you. And when he returns tired each day, be a sweet angel for him.

It isn't like you are completely unable to use your body. A little movement here and there actually helps but Simeon doesn't believe that. Why are you getting up? No no, you will get sick. He is overcautious, to the point of hysteria.

What will he do with you if something happened to you? What will you do without him? Work yourself into some life threatening ilness!

An angry Simeon is bad news and you learn about it when you find yourself in a situation where you can't even run away. You are trapped and exhausted, scared and alert and you never escape without bruises. Sometimes he only fumes over your unconscious body before turning around.

Despite that, he always apologises, asks you to understand that it is your fault for pushing him so far. If only you had listened to him, he would have maintained his composure. Then he applies ointment on your wounds and tells you to rest. You will listen to him this time, won't you? After you saw what he is capable of otherwise, you must.

He is already upset about hurting you so he wants you to rest till you feel better. If you feel bored or want to get out of the house, he reads you various books so that you can imagine the wonders of the world. Even if you can't visit these places because of your health, you can always picture travelling there with Simeon. Imagine Simeon guiding you to the ends of the world. Always there to pamper you.

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hellsitesonlybookclub · 1 year

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Little Women, Louisa May Alcott

Chapter 44-45

XLIV.

MY LORD AND LADY.

"Please, Madam Mother, could you lend me my wife for half an hour? The luggage has come, and I've been making hay of Amy's Paris finery, trying to find some things I want," said Laurie, coming in the next day to find Mrs. Laurence sitting in her mother's lap, as if being made "the baby" again.

"Certainly. Go, dear; I forget that you have any home but this," and Mrs. March pressed the white hand that wore the wedding-ring, as if asking pardon for her maternal covetousness.

"I shouldn't have come over if I could have helped it; but I can't get on without my little woman any more than a—"

"Weathercock can without wind," suggested Jo, as he paused for a simile; Jo had grown quite her own saucy self again since Teddy came home.

544 "Exactly; for Amy keeps me pointing due west most of the time, with only an occasional whiffle round to the south, and I haven't had an easterly spell since I was married; don't know anything about the north, but am altogether salubrious and balmy, hey, my lady?"

"Lovely weather so far; I don't know how long it will last, but I'm not afraid of storms, for I'm learning how to sail my ship. Come home, dear, and I'll find your bootjack; I suppose that's what you are rummaging after among my things. Men are so helpless, mother," said Amy, with a matronly air, which delighted her husband.

"What are you going to do with yourselves after you get settled?" asked Jo, buttoning Amy's cloak as she used to button her pinafores.

"We have our plans; we don't mean to say much about them yet, because we are such very new brooms, but we don't intend to be idle. I'm going into business with a devotion that shall delight grandfather, and prove to him that I'm not spoilt. I need something of the sort to keep me steady. I'm tired of dawdling, and mean to work like a man."

"And Amy, what is she going to do?" asked Mrs. March, well pleased at Laurie's decision, and the energy with which he spoke.

"After doing the civil all round, and airing our best bonnet, we shall astonish you by the elegant hospitalities of our mansion, the brilliant society we shall draw about us, and the beneficial influence we shall exert over the world at large. That's about it, isn't it, Madame Récamier?" asked Laurie, with a quizzical look at Amy.

"Time will show. Come away, Impertinence, and don't shock my family by calling me names before their faces," answered Amy, resolving that there should be a home with a good wife in it before she set up a salon as a queen of society.

"How happy those children seem together!" observed Mr. March, finding it difficult to become absorbed in his Aristotle after the young couple had gone.

"Yes, and I think it will last," added Mrs. March, with the restful expression of a pilot who has brought a ship safely into port.

"I know it will. Happy Amy!" and Jo sighed, then smiled brightly as Professor Bhaer opened the gate with an impatient push.

545 Later in the evening, when his mind had been set at rest about the bootjack, Laurie said suddenly to his wife, who was flitting about, arranging her new art treasures,—

"Mrs. Laurence."

"My lord!"

"That man intends to marry our Jo!"

"I hope so; don't you, dear?"

"Well, my love, I consider him a trump, in the fullest sense of that expressive word, but I do wish he was a little younger and a good deal richer."

"Now, Laurie, don't be too fastidious and worldly-minded. If they love one another it doesn't matter a particle how old they are nor how poor. Women never should marry for money—" Amy caught herself up short as the words escaped her, and looked at her husband, who replied, with malicious gravity,—

"Certainly not, though you do hear charming girls say that they intend to do it sometimes. If my memory serves me, you once thought it your duty to make a rich match; that accounts, perhaps, for your marrying a good-for-nothing like me."

"O my dearest boy, don't, don't say that! I forgot you were rich when I said 'Yes.' I'd have married you if you hadn't a penny, and I sometimes wish you were poor that I might show how much I love you;" and Amy, who was very dignified in public and very fond in private, gave convincing proofs of the truth of her words.

"You don't really think I am such a mercenary creature as I tried to be once, do you? It would break my heart if you didn't believe that I'd gladly pull in the same boat with you, even if you had to get your living by rowing on the lake."

"Am I an idiot and a brute? How could I think so, when you refused a richer man for me, and won't let me give you half I want to now, when I have the right? Girls do it every day, poor things, and are taught to think it is their only salvation; but you had better lessons, and, though I trembled for you at one time, I was not disappointed, for the daughter was true to the mother's teaching. I told mamma so yesterday, and she looked as glad and grateful as if I'd given her a 546 check for a million, to be spent in charity. You are not listening to my moral remarks, Mrs. Laurence;" and Laurie paused, for Amy's eyes had an absent look, though fixed upon his face.

"Yes, I am, and admiring the dimple in your chin at the same time. I don't wish to make you vain, but I must confess that I'm prouder of my handsome husband than of all his money. Don't laugh, but your nose is such a comfort to me;" and Amy softly caressed the well-cut feature with artistic satisfaction.

Laurie had received many compliments in his life, but never one that suited him better, as he plainly showed, though he did laugh at his wife's peculiar taste, while she said slowly,—

"May I ask you a question, dear?"

"Of course you may."

"Shall you care if Jo does marry Mr. Bhaer?"

"Oh, that's the trouble, is it? I thought there was something in the dimple that didn't suit you. Not being a dog in the manger, but the happiest fellow alive, I assure you I can dance at Jo's wedding with a heart as light as my heels. Do you doubt it, my darling?"

Amy looked up at him, and was satisfied; her last little jealous fear vanished forever, and she thanked him, with a face full of love and confidence.

"I wish we could do something for that capital old Professor. Couldn't we invent a rich relation, who shall obligingly die out there in Germany, and leave him a tidy little fortune?" said Laurie, when they began to pace up and down the long drawing-room, arm-in-arm, as they were fond of doing, in memory of the chateau garden.

"Jo would find us out, and spoil it all; she is very proud of him, just as he is, and said yesterday that she thought poverty was a beautiful thing."

"Bless her dear heart! she won't think so when she has a literary husband, and a dozen little professors and professorins to support. We won't interfere now, but watch our chance, and do them a good turn in spite of themselves. I owe Jo for a part of my education, and she believes in people's paying their honest debts, so I'll get round her in that way."

547 "How delightful it is to be able to help others, isn't it? That was always one of my dreams, to have the power of giving freely; and, thanks to you, the dream has come true."

"Ah! we'll do quantities of good, won't we? There's one sort of poverty that I particularly like to help. Out-and-out beggars get taken care of, but poor gentlefolks fare badly, because they won't ask, and people don't dare to offer charity; yet there are a thousand ways of helping them, if one only knows how to do it so delicately that it does not offend. I must say, I like to serve a decayed gentleman better than a blarneying beggar; I suppose it's wrong, but I do, though it is harder."

548 "Because it takes a gentleman to do it," added the other member of the domestic admiration society.

"Thank you, I'm afraid I don't deserve that pretty compliment. But I was going to say that while I was dawdling about abroad, I saw a good many talented young fellows making all sorts of sacrifices, and enduring real hardships, that they might realize their dreams. Splendid fellows, some of them, working like heroes, poor and friendless, but so full of courage, patience, and ambition, that I was ashamed of myself, and longed to give them a right good lift. Those are people whom it's a satisfaction to help, for if they've got genius, it's an honor to be allowed to serve them, and not let it be lost or delayed for want of fuel to keep the pot boiling; if they haven't, it's a pleasure to comfort the poor souls, and keep them from despair when they find it out."

"Yes, indeed; and there's another class who can't ask, and who suffer in silence. I know something of it, for I belonged to it before you made a princess of me, as the king does the beggar-maid in the old story. Ambitious girls have a hard time, Laurie, and often have to see youth, health, and precious opportunities go by, just for want of a little help at the right minute. People have been very kind to me; and whenever I see girls struggling along, as we used to do, I want to put out my hand and help them, as I was helped."

"And so you shall, like an angel as you are!" cried Laurie, resolving, with a glow of philanthropic zeal, to found and endow an institution for the express benefit of young women with artistic tendencies. "Rich people have no right to sit down and enjoy themselves, or let their money accumulate for others to waste. It's not half so sensible to leave legacies when one dies as it is to use the money wisely while alive, and enjoy making one's fellow-creatures happy with it. We'll have a good time ourselves, and add an extra relish to our own pleasure by giving other people a generous taste. Will you be a little Dorcas, going about emptying a big basket of comforts, and filling it up with good deeds?"

"With all my heart, if you will be a brave St. Martin, stopping, as you ride gallantly through the world, to share your cloak with the beggar."

549 "It's a bargain, and we shall get the best of it!"

So the young pair shook hands upon it, and then paced happily on again, feeling that their pleasant home was more home-like because they hoped to brighten other homes, believing that their own feet would walk more uprightly along the flowery path before them, if they smoothed rough ways for other feet, and feeling that their hearts were more closely knit together by a love which could tenderly remember those less blest than they.

550

"He's a born Weller," laughed Jo, as her parent gathered himself up, and her nephew tried to stand on his head, as the only mode of expressing his satisfaction that school was over.

"What have you been at to-day, bübchen?" asked Mr. Bhaer, picking up the gymnast.

556 "Me went to see little Mary."

"And what did you there?"

"I kissed her," began Demi, with artless frankness.

"Prut! thou beginnest early. What did the little Mary say to that?" asked Mr. Bhaer, continuing to confess the young sinner, who stood upon his knee, exploring the waistcoat-pocket.

"Oh, she liked it, and she kissed me, and I liked it. Don't little boys like little girls?" added Demi, with his mouth full, and an air of bland satisfaction.

"You precocious chick! Who put that into your head?" said Jo, enjoying the innocent revelations as much as the Professor.

"'Tisn't in mine head; it's in mine mouf," answered literal Demi, putting out his tongue, with a chocolate-drop on it, thinking she alluded to confectionery, not ideas.

"Thou shouldst save some for the little friend: sweets to the sweet, mannling;" and Mr. Bhaer offered Jo some, with a look that made her wonder if chocolate was not the nectar drunk by the gods. Demi also saw the smile, was impressed by it, and artlessly inquired,—

"Do great boys like great girls, too, 'Fessor?"

557 Like young Washington, Mr. Bhaer "couldn't tell a lie;" so he gave the somewhat vague reply that he believed they did sometimes, in a tone that made Mr. March put down his clothes-brush, glance at Jo's retiring face, and then sink into his chair, looking as if the "precocious chick" had put an idea into his head that was both sweet and sour.

Why Dodo, when she caught him in the china-closet half an hour afterward, nearly squeezed the breath out of his little body with a tender embrace, instead of shaking him for being there, and why she followed up this novel performance by the unexpected gift of a big slice of bread and jelly, remained one of the problems over which Demi puzzled his small wits, and was forced to leave unsolved forever.

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mtnkat3 · 2 years

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Ok my Love/s. Interesting that You...DPOne posted that as I was thinking about that. One helluva connection... blushing shyly grin.

- it's about Your/Alll's health to me, & happiness too.

-I don't care if You/Alll could win the Mr. Universe. Or have "dad bods".

I want each of You/Alll to be happy & healthy in Your/Alll's own skins.

Don't care about tans, tattoos, scars, how hair grows, what color hair, moles, freckles, anything...

I only care about You/Alll being happy.

And then there's actors/athletes/models. O% body fat is not an easily attainable condition for most human beings. And maintaining such is...close to impossible without severe life choices...?

[I am not a vegetarian. I love flesh!]

Especially modern Americans. Conveniences lessen physical exertion means the bodies are not in motion, muscles aren't being ripped & repaired, heart not pumping enough gets lazy. Same as smoking cigarettes & nicotine in the brain. The brain stops making it because it gets an easier source.

Humans are built to work & exert.

Now as for me..., in the "chumpy, plump, curvy...fat" shape I'm in. I am not happy, in my own skin. Nor am I healthy. If it were all boobs & butt, I'd say cool. But it's not. I am diabetic, plus an alphabet soup of a myriad other issues going on. I'm thinking endocrine...pituitary, thyroid, adrenal glands etc. Are my culprits. And yes... STRESS. I know I was at my happiest at 20% body fat. And it is not "porky" on me. Very close to my version of a "swimmers physique" just...I got boobs & hips.

The irony is at usps distro I lost ~30# in 5 months working there. I was exerting A LOT of physical energy to do a filthy job. I wore men's baggie black tees & yoga pants & shoes too big because the necessity for 4 pairs of socks. My feet were bad there! I had to keep my hair up because of all the belts & pulleys. [I do not want to be scalped thank you flvery much!] And needed a shower after I stopped for breakfast. [I worked all schedules of the day when there.] One day off a week. Problems with getting paid. The weight loss was the best thing, but there's no way to maintain that level. Not when one of the types of bins empty was 500#. I'm not even sure crossfit/hiit can compare. I had started building muscles too.

For me, I want to be healthy, get rid of all my myriad health issues, live until I'm 100yo, like my ancestors did.

Rebuilding my health, musculature, enjoying food for the wonderful, delicious fuel it is, & live an abundant life of love with my Mate/s!!!

Swimming, dancing, hiking, marksmanship, learning marital arts, survival training, living more simply but blended with some modern things. Gardening, teaching, stitching, animals, helping people close to me... these are things to do & enjoy in life.

"Not parking it in front of the boob tube." Or video games, or losing sight of life.

This "blog" is as much social media I do. And I will gladly go quiet/dark once I'm in my Mate/s arms!!!

Blushing beet red bowing my head. Sorry my Love/s. My brain rambled. Giggling. And dealing with issues... Including lunch while writing! Just my two cents..

I love You/Alll endlessly!!!

~Your's/s'

DPOne, DOne, & Alll!!!.

Alllways & Forever. Period.

🔱💖🐻💓🦌💝⚜♠️🗝🧩♾⚓🙏🙇‍♀️😌🦉🐛🦋🌱🌺🌹🌻🌷🌳🧵🧶🧭🎶💋

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kiki-wiccan · 4 years

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Elidi is indebted to Tamryn's embrace, her touch grounding the witch the moment her arms are around Elidi. She turns her head to rest her cheek against the Alpha's chest, focusing solely on the sound of Tamryn's heart beating. Part of her apologetic for her chaotic nature, though the moment her lover approached her the static energy in the air around Elidi dispersed, that much she could control. "I just didn't want to shock you, Red. Only reason I told you to stay, well that and possible danger..." Elidi muttered, digits tracing idly along the Alpha's spine, "I knew I was going to get angry.." However, with Tamryn's statement on her anger, Elidi's brows furrowed together leaning to press a playful nip to her neck. "I am calming down at least.." She retorted as she turned to press her cheek back to Tamryn's skin, hues lifting as the front door opens. Briefly, her brows rose in surprise upon seeing Kiki, though her temper is quick to make its return as she rises suddenly from the stool, the wood clattering to the floor loudly. "What happened? I told you to water plants and feed Binx, not create a mess!" Vexation smolders in her throat, eyes shutting tightly as she grabs hold of her emotions once more. Blue hues open to peer at the Wiccan, observant of her current state, the puffiness to her eyes, red and irritated to the tangled mess of her dark locks. "I don't care about the mess! That isn't why I'm angry." Elidi exhaled through her nose, reminding herself to focus. "Kiki, what's going on? This isn't like you to do something like this." There was no way Kiki had done this for no reason, despite what Tamryn said, Kiki wasn't a virulent human, Elidi had known plenty of those in her days. Her hand sought Tamryns, her grip tighter than usual while her hues refused to leave the wiccan, and having Tamryn by her side helped soothe the storm.

Staying silent in the moment she focused more so on being calm and exerting a passive energy that Elidi would hopefully feel and let calm her. As her love rested her head against her chest she moved one hand up to caress her lover’s jawline fondly, attempting every calming touch she could to soothe the static energy she felt surfacing in her partner. Hearing her suddenly defend her reasoning behind telling her of all people to stay the proud she wolf huffed and shook her head softly,

“Mon amour I am not worried about that, I know you meant to be protective I love that about you, however I will never let you walk into danger by yourself. I will always be right there, protecting you as you protect me. As for hurting me, darling I may have soft and pretty features but I am far more resilient than I look. Never feel like you have to hide parts of who you are from me, I love you, and that means even the parts of you that you do not love within yourself. Your anger does not scare me, nor does the chance you could lose control of your power and hurt me. It takes a lot more than some sparks to hurt me. Plus, every time we touch I already feel the sparks between us so, I am sure I can handle a little more of it.”

She smarted with an arch to her elegant brow as she leaned down and kissed the top of her love’s head reassuringly. Feeling the nip against her neck her eyes shifted yellow almost against her will as she growled softly down at her lover with a wicked smile upon her red lips. Leaning into her love almost temptingly she eyed her lips for a moment before tilting her head,

“That’s good to hear, though if you nip at my neck one more time I don’t think I will be able to stay calm.”

Letting her love seek comfort in her arms once more the Alpha stood close to the witch and let her take as long as she needed to gather herself before figuring out what to do next. The moment Kiki entered the home Tamryn went defensive. Her body tensed as she let out a threatening growl. She didn’t react fully until Kiki stepped into the main room and spoke her lover’s name. Tamryn turned within seconds and was defensively in front of Elidi. She looked like an attack dog being held back by the simple fact Elidi didn’t tell her to attack. Her golden hues bore into the wiccan girl with intentions to inflict harm, and correct the disrespectful girl’s mentality the way she would a unruly wolf within her community.

The red head had her fangs bared and her claws ready though she was not down in an attack stance, she stood taller and almost unnatural still despite the rolling snarl coming from within her chest. She was furious and held back simply by the fact she respected Elidi enough to not break their promise, even though she felt it would have been justified. Rather than letting her Alpha nature take charge, she let Elidi speak and lead the situation by her own terms. Tamryn was merely there to prevent Kiki from coming any closer, and to literally toss the wiccan out if Elidi so much as gave her the look to do so.

Returning the grip with her own to reassure her love that she was there the Alpha focused on the wiccan once more. Her eyes still glowing yellow with the savage need to defend the woman she loved from the one who was in Tamryn’s eyes simply taking advantage of her. Another rolling snarl kept up from her throat as she thought of the ways she would enforce the reasons Kiki should learn to either respect or fear them both.

She could feel the alphas eyes on her and knew the wolf was infuriated with her. However she didn’t pay mind to it as she was solely focused on Elidi. It hurt the wiccan to see her mentor so upset with her and she could only hope that Elidi could forgive her. “A lot happened....I have a lot to explain....I’m willing to accept any punishment you think I deserve....but for now could we sit down?” She knew that her legs wouldn’t hold her up when she got emotional. Following Elidi and Tamryn into the living room she furrowed her brows seeing the mess she’d left. At the time she hadn’t paid much attention to the chaos she’d created in the witches home. But now seeing the damage she felt even worse.

As she sat down across from the duo she found herself unable to look them in the eyes. Instead she stared down at her lap, which her hands were folded atop of. Taking a deep breath she pulled herself together and began explaining her past. Knowing that it was important they know her background. So they would understand what had just occured a few nights ago. She briefly talked about her picture perfect life and mentioned the professor. She could feel her hands trembling from just speaking his name. She hated this control he had over her, despite that she didn’t stop. Moving along she explained her struggles with activating the wand, how the night in the woods went down. What happened after getting caught, how the whole town turned against her. All about how she was tormented out of college and then the town, how she came to Tabula to escape. Throughout speaking she’d look up every now and again but then when she’d feel herself tearing up she’d stare back down and wipe at her eyes. The professor came back up and it was obvious that Kiki feared the man. Her bottom lip trembled whenever she spoke of him and she began fidgeting with her hands. It took everything in her to mention the rape and she was quick about it not wanting to linger on the topic. By the end of that she was proud of herself for not getting sick, not that she had anything on her stomach to throw up anyway. She’d only cried a bit and managed to hold herself together fairly well. Now came the hardest part, why she’d broken into Elidis home.

She kept her eyes locked on her fidgeting hands in her lap. She told the two about how the town turned against her family. How she was trying to get money to help them move to Tabula. She mentioned that’s why she was trying to sell charms to begin with. Admitted how foolish it was of her not to accept Tamryns help when she offered money, she had been stubborn. Managing to get all of that said without breaking into tears, she looked up momentarily as though to see if they were still listening. Seeing that their eyes seemed to be focused on her and looked back down. Kiki spoke of the text she had gotten from her mother and how she thought Elidi could teleport them their to save them. How when Elidi wasn’t home she panicked and decided to attempt the spell herself. She found the spell and gathered all of the items. A small sob escaped her lips when she admitted that she was too late. How her house was completely burned and her caregivers bodies were charred. The conversation she barely remembered with the cops and then how the professor showed up. Near the end she had started to cry and her breathing became ragged but she kept speaking despite all her stuttering. By the time she finished she was a blubbering, shaking mess. Refusing to look up she frantically tried wiping away at the tears that poured out of her eyes. “I....am...s...so...sorry...” she managed to gasp out a pitiful apology to the one who she’d hurt.

#kikiwiccan #trc:kiki #trch:elidi #trch:tamryn

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gg-astrology · 5 years

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Can you please write about a virgo sun/sag moon combo? I don't find it particularly fair that my bf got to examine me under a microscope. Hahaha. 😂😂 And then sent u an anonymous msg to let u know his thoughts and screenshot it to me after he did that. 😅 He needs to be dissected too!!!! 😤😘😏 (Please open him up fully like how u'd eat a fish and remove its bones. Thank u.)- pisces sun/gemini moon gf speaking!!

I promised I’ll do this earlier on today so here I am 💕💕💕

[Below Cut: Virgo Sun - Sagittarius Moon ☯️]

These people may not seem like they’re excited for anything, but in reality they’re like a kid bouncing and giddy at the thought of seeing their favourite movie

If they’re reaally reaaally nervous they’re the type to not sit still. Would rather pace around, check their phone, bounce their legs-- they do not care if they’re in public thEY’RE NERVOUS

See the thing here is that Virgo has self-preservation, has tact. They feel awkward showing/expressing that they care for something even when they KNOW it’s ok to care or that it’s expected of them to express it outwards.

(They may mumble, or try to not make eye-contact when they know there’s attention/expectations of people on them. It makes them nervous skdjfn)

The Virgo/Sagittarius person makes for someone who internally would be having a melt-down but is kind of holding it together on the outside fairly well (poker face/functioning on automatic response)

If they’re really really effected, they become completely flustered on the outside (they feel their senses, like heat and sensory stuff would completely overwhelm them and shut down their brains sometimes)

Embarrassment in particular, is an emotion they’re very familiar with the response to (feels strongly/intensely about-- cringe factor lvl 1000)

This is more to do with Virgo trying to control the main/body and it’s functioning responses. While Sagittarius is unable to process affectionate feelings in anyways besides explosive (earth/fire)

So while they may be having a complete melt down-- note that if you just take a deep breath, steady/meditate the mind to focus on one thought and then look straight in the face of someone else/something. You can gain control/power over the situation by being unexpectedly truthful and straight-forward about your feeling ONCE (1) in your life.

It’ll completely throw other people off-guard as well, all you need is a moment where the tide is turned in order to quickly grab onto the opportunity and slip back into your calm and smooth facade again.

Aaaah these people. They should realize that they’re actually rather sensitive (emotionally) people. Your environment, tension, stress daily behaviour affects you. If you don’t have enough balance and stimulation between all of those-- you may be prone to getting weak, fatigue, sick or vulnerable often.

Best way to do this is to focus on Virgo first-- Virgo is receptive to their environment, it detects tension and that activates it’s nervous nature. In order to help with this, try to NOT suppress -- let the emotion/anxiety be channeled into a concentrating/meditative state where you can think, analyze, feel or organize these things quickly instead.

Like,, it’ll feel like the emotions are overwhelming you and your first instinct is to shut down/push down-- that’s suppressing-- don’t do that (it’ll make you insensitive or unable to recognize emotionality later)

When it overwhelms you, think of it as like being underwater looking up at the water surface. You may have to hold your breath but if you’re underwater then you can be in a state of complete isolation where you’re only in your own head (that feeling) so you’ll have a better time organizing and recognizing feelings/emotions, knowing how they feel and in turn--- being able to let them past and wash over you instead of suppressing them on the first try.

Sounds good? Ok!

Next is Sagittarius Moon. Who is Always going to make it harder for you not to just be like ‘i g2g’ and abscond without your Virgo ‘wait--’ coming at them.

With Sagittarius Moon-- it’s best to balance it by taking pre-cautionary action. Balance is the key. You have to take some alone time and a ‘change in environment’ some what. Being in the same place or with the same people are stressful for you, because you are receptive to their energy and the exterior environment is where you gain your moods/emotional help as well.

Take walks, schedule a time where you can be alone and have time to contemplate or think about stuff. Have time to take in environments, the trees, the birds, anything at all. Recognizing your sensitivity and receptiveness to others in this way, helps you also acknowledge that you are more sensitive than you realize.

(The thing with Virgo/Sagittarius is that they are so dense to their sensitivity sometimes. Like just as sensitive as a Pisces. But they don’t think they are. Geminis are even less sensitive than them.

The whole point of this is for them to identify the extent of their sensitivity so they can go ‘oh shit I really am that bitch’ and then learn how to accept that as part of their identity. It’ll help them a lot in humanizing themselves, and being ok with NOT being awkward expressing emotions/vulnerabilities as well. )

You can’t-- however, walk away from a situation/confrontational fight by changing your environment. Technically you can, and it’ll help you with calming down a lot. But the whole point of this is a release of your inner tension, your internal emotions you may have kept bottled up. You are delicate and very sensitive, yet you don’t allow yourself to get in touch with your femininity as well. (Or rather, everyone has feminine/masculine sides to them. But Virgo/Sagittarius are more used to/prone to exerting their ‘masculine’ side that their feminine side gets completely ignored/swallowed up by it) ---Make sure to check yourself.

These people are generally very considerate-- with Virgo wanting to help others productively/practical things and Sagittarius being a generous sign. These people may have an abundance of personal popularity from others flocking to them (as healers) -- but watch that these people who flock to you aren’t going to take advantage of you (especially since you have loyalty, and be reluctant to doubt those you’ve already committed yourself to) nor getting into bad situation/habits because you don’t want to leave them.

Virgo/Sagittarius people also make for someone who’s quite thoughtful, often has acute minds and able to bring big ideas into smaller details.

They are cautious somehow-- yet also exasperatedly terrible at keeping it completely serious. It’s like when they thought the moment is ‘too stressful’ they have this need to ‘lighten’ the atmosphere-- which can be good, but also bad.

Because if the situation is ‘heavy’ and needs a confrontational style of approach-- they can be triggered into running away form it again (has to find an escape route ready, can be prone to redirecting or averting attention away from then in confrontations-- something they may need to work on in accepting criticism about themselves especially. )

These people would rather show you through action and demonstration, than their words which can sometimes be too heavy/burdensome for them to bear. Despite being a Mercury sign, Virgo native are quite awkward and timid (shy) inside as well.

Virgo/Sagittarius combination has large pools of tolerance, patience and methodical approach to others. Yet they can also be impulsive, striking out or acting out when they feel like they’ve been ‘cooped’ up for too long.

Finding balance--- again, between getting in touch with both your feminine and masculine nature is good for you. Yin and yang, this will help you further since your Sagittarius is idealistic, and Virgo is pragmatic. In figuring out the bigger scope of your self-development. And that is to become something with your life, no?

You have passion, but you have no where to put them. You have the willingness to work hard, but what for. Only by stabilizing yourself can you figure out how to tie these two things together in a way that doesn’t distinguish each other’s significance. You don’t have to sacrifice anything, either your fire moon or your earth sun. You just have to learn how to let it work best intertwined with each other (united as your strength)

If impulsivity is your issue, then integration of fire x earth and understanding your reason for impulsivity-- your sensitivity is your cure.

Do you see what i mean? It’s more than just meets the eye with you. if you have trouble with something, it’s coming from your inner depth that you’re out of touch with.

Not anyone can take you/help you with soul-searching, but you can definitely learn and grow from others who are more in-touch with themselves than you are (especially Pisces)

(one last note: you may find it hard to NOT express your opinions/beliefs and may be too straight-forward about it sometimes. This might compromise your considerate nature abit. Make sure to keep in mind that you ARE considerate, so that you can act like it and maybe hold your tongue a little. If you feel uncomfortable with it--- good, that means you have more soul-searching to do!🐝)

That’s it!! 💕💕 Ahh I hope this is helpful and I hope you got something out of it?? If it sounds like something you might not be familiar with....I hope you can give it a few more reads later on in life and maybe reflect on it a lil anyways 💕

sdkjnkdngfknksknf im glad to help you out and get you this analysis so you can roast your boyfriend 💕 I feel like (to the gf) if you can help him with this too, it’ll be really nice for both of you since you may have a productive avenue to exert some of your pisces/gemini energy into as well 💕

Good luck!! 💕💕💕

#virgo sun #sagittarius moon #virgo #sagittarius #virgo-sagittarius #anon #asks

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sarah--writes-blog · 7 years

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How's about a character of your choice having a really high fever? Like, dangerously high. They don't want to admit they're sick though, so hey deal with it alone. Eventually it gets so bad that they can't hardly get up without feeling like passing out, and they give in and call someone. Add any other element of illness as you feel necessary, I don't know what your tastes are. Have fun, friend, and it's always good to find new faces in our little corner of Tumblr!

Floor Fevers

A/N: This is my first request! So I’m going to use it as an opportunity to introduce some OCs for the genre.

It took a long time for any of the five roommates to realize the sixth one was unusually absent. Damian, the newest member of the small patchwork family, hadn’t shown his face all day. The biochemistry major often kept to his room and studied vigorously. Still, he was usually present for dinner, or at least showed his face to get his plate and retreat back into his room. But not this night. With the first round of exams approaching quickly, no one questioned his solitude.

It took until the next morning for Mizuki, the smallest resident, to notice.

“Did Damian shower last night?” she asked, peering into the fridge for some much-needed breakfast. The other early-riser, Roxanne, shook her head.

“I don’t think so. Why?”

“He usually showers before me in the mornings, but he didn’t. The mirror wasn’t fogged like it normally is.”

Roe shrugged as she put the last book in her backpack. She didn’t keep track of Damian’s personal schedule, nor did she want to. The girls brushed it off and continued their morning routine without a second thought.

When the roommates convened at dinner time once more, the absence became concerning. Mizuki and her culinary prowess had made an exceptionally homey meal to help with the exams, at least emotionally. Damian still didn’t show his face.

“I’m going to make sure he hasn’t died.” Roe joked once the plates had been washed and dried. While the others retired to their studies, she knocked on his bedroom door.

“Damian, you in there?”

It took a few moments, but she got a muffled response. “Yeah.”

“Can I come in?”

“Mmm.”

Roxanne opened the door. The only light in the room was coming from a laptop screen, wracked with equations and study guides. Damian sat before it, writing and rewriting with decreasing legibility. Roe flicked on the lights.

“Zuki made pot roast for dinner. If you don’t hurry, Luka might eat all the leftovers.”

Damian didn’t glance up from the screen, “I’m alright. Thanks, though.”

Roxanne tilted her head a bit and leaned against the doorway. She didn’t like the dark circles under his eyes, “You didn’t eat dinner yesterday either.”

“I’m on a weird schedule with the exams.”

“Uh-huh. Well, they might not be there when you want them. I’d at least put your name on them.”

She didn’t get much of a response. Instead, he rubbed his eyes under his glasses and nodded slightly, “Could you turn off the light when you leave? And close the door, you guys are loud.”

Roe frowned. They hadn’t been any louder than usual. But she complied and said goodnight.

Once his door was closed, Damian let out a breath. He was worried that his roommates would eventually notice his odd behaviors.

Not that I’m behaving oddly, he thought as he returned to his equations, It’s just the exams. I’m just stressed. Nothing to worry about. I have to be alright to take the exam. He tried to ignore the fuzziness of the text on the screen.

Long after the others had gone to bed, Damian was still awake. He made little progress in his study guide and was hell-bent on finishing it that night. But the equations had begun to swirl, and a piercing headache struck him right behind the eyes. Even though he wrapped himself in his comforter, he still trembled.

I just need a break is all, he thought, The light from the screen is causing the headache. Yeah, that’s it. I’m not sick. I’ve just been staring at the screen for too long.

He closed the laptop and waited for the headache to go away. It didn’t. A chill seized his spine, and he tugged the comforter closer.

I’ll just take some Advil. I’ll be fine. I’ll finish the study guide and still get enough sleep for the test.

After a few deep breaths, he found the motivation to move. All the medicine was stored in the bathroom, and he would have to make the trek. Though his energy was dwindling, the promise of pain relief was worth the exertion. He swung both legs over the edge of the bed and stood.

A wave of lightheadedness washed over him. He quickly returned to his bed in fear of losing his balance. Just got up too fast….

The second attempt left him on the ground just outside his door.

Bzzt bzzt. Bzzt bzzt.

Roxanne didn’t bother looking at the caller ID on her phone. She knew that at this hour, this would either be incredibly important or incredibly stupid. She placed her bets on stupid.

“Hello?”

“Roe, it’s Damian….”

She sighed. Definitely stupid.

“Why did you call me at 2 am? I’m three doors away.”

“I…don’t think I can get up…”

Alright, maybe not so stupid. Roe sat up in bed and turned on her lamp. “What do you mean?” she asked, but didn’t wait for a response. She hurried outside her room to find Damian huddled in his comforter on the ground, glasses askew and cell phone pressed up against his cheek. She didn’t bother to hang up before kneeling down by his side.

“What happened?” Her voice had an unfamiliar air of panic. The boy shivered.

“I don’t know…I just fell down, and I get too dizzy to stand up…”

Roxanne pressed her fingers against her forehead. It was alarmingly warm, with his hair matted from sweat. Though she couldn’t see it in the dark, his face was completely flushed.

“Why didn’t you tell us you were sick?!” she hissed. It was out of concern of course, but it didn’t come across that way. Damian shrunk from her fingers and deeper into the blanket.

“‘M not sick. Just stressed from exams…” he mumbled. Roe was having none of it.

“Let’s get you sitting up at least,” she briefly took the comforter off to make the move easier, “You are absolutely sick. It is 2 am and you are on the ground. Don’t play this game with me.”

He didn’t. With all the strength he could muster and some support from his redheaded rescuer, Damian propped himself against the wall in what might be considered a sitting position. Roxanne faded in and out of his vision, face shifting from irritated to concerned.

“I’m going to get you some Advil and water, okay?”

He couldn’t tell which of the three Roxannes in his vision was talking to him, so he closed his eyes and nodded. The shivers had gotten worse, wracking his body every few seconds or so. At least the rooms stopped spinning when he closed his eyes.

Roxanne returned with two small pills, a tall glass of cool water, a thermometer, and a water-soaked washcloth.

“I don’t care what time your class is tomorrow, you’re not going.” she said as she delicately pressed the thermometer in his ear.

“But exams-”

“You’re not going to class.”

He didn’t have the strength to protest. The device in his ear beeped, and Roe checked the reading. 104.6 degrees Fahrenheit. Her heart sank.

“Alright. Go ahead and the Advil,” she pressed the glass and pills into his hands, “We’ll get you to bed.”

Damian choked them down. The cool water felt incredible on his tongue, though his skin was still textured with goosebumps. He barely noticed Roxanne pulling the comforter over his shoulders again. She took the glass back.

“Do you think you can stand?”

“‘M not sure….”

Though Roe was shorter than Damian, they weighed about the same, and she was able to carry most of his weight. She slung his arm over her shoulder and slipped her hand around his waist. It was then that she truly felt the intensity of his fever.

“Come on. I’ve got you.”

The two shuffled slowly and steadily into the bedroom. The dizziness quickly caught up with the feverish boy, and he slipped into unconsciousness once more.

With heavy eyelids, Damian opened his eyes to see the light of day seeping through his blinds. He was tucked neatly in bed, comforter evenly distributed and now-dry washcloth strewn on the floor. Out of habit, he blindly reached for his glasses on the bedside table to find they were accompanied by a bottle of Advil, a large water bottle, and a notepad with a message scribbled on it. The words still swirled a bit, but he could still read them.

Damian,

Take two pills when you wake up and STAY IN BED. I emailed your professors - you can retake your exams when you’re better. I’ll be the first one done with classes at noon, but call me if you need anything.

~Roe

Despite the headache starting to creep back, Damian found himself smiling. For the first time since moving into the dorm, he truly felt like he had become part of the family.

#damian #roxanne #fever #sickandvomiting #sickfic #Hurt/Comfort #sympathy ocs #my ocs

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