#if I'm sick it conks me out better than anything
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I鈥檓 glad you鈥檙e back! Started reading your fics not so long ago.
Can I request a very feverish jimin, with either a throat or a stomach infection, and worried members that take care of him day and night?
Thank you sm anon I'm glad to be back too! :) I managed to get in everyone taking care of Jiminie here 馃挏
Downtime for Jimin
Sickie: Jimin
Catetakers: OT7
TW: emeto
Summary: Jimin hates when he gets sick.馃尅
2PM:
Jimin had to sit out of dance practice after running to throw up twice. He couldn't pick up the choreography and kept missing steps. Hoseok halted it and made the younger sit down after noticing he felt warm.
"I dont know what's wrong with me" Jimin huffed. He hates missing out on dancing but he does feel a bit faint.
"I dont want you passing out on us" Hoseok tells him. He gives Jimin a trash can nearby and a bottle of water. Jimin sits on the floor leaning against the wall. He tells himself he can join again when he feels better but that doesn't happen. Hoseok ends up ending the session earlier as he sees Jimin in such poor condition.
4PM:
Jimin hates feeling like this. His stomach has been acting up all day. He started feeling warm around mid afternoon and when he threw up his lunch he knew he was done for.
"Jimin, you doing okay?" Yoongi and Taehyung wait outside the locked stall in the bathroom.
"..mhm.." Jimin moans in response. His stomach gurgles and he throws up wet chunks into the bowl.
Being sick and throwing up is one thing but doing it at your work building somehow feels much worse. Jimin worries about random people coming in and hearing his awful retches and he doesn't want anyone seeing his face after he's done. It feels too vulnerable. But today he has no other option, other than the floor in the hallway.
"How are you doing?" Taehyung asks him after the retching simmers down.
"Ugh.. I'm done.." Jimin's voice croaked. He wipes his mouth and flushes. When he finally unlocks the door they see how sickly he looks. Jimin has circles under his eyes and he's sweating lightly.
"Jiminah, you look terrible you poor thing. And you're running a pretty bad fever there." Yoongi and Taehyung help Jimin clean his face quickly.
"Ugh, let's get out of here before anyone else comes in" Jimin says worriedly. His face is flushed and his stomach still cramping, he hastily walks out. Luckily no one else was around.
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7PM:
Jimin crawled into bed after a rough ride home. His fever rising and his appetite declined. The lights are off and it feels much later than it is and his fever makes it hard to think properly.
Jungkook tried giving him some ginger tea for his stomach. But not even five minutes later he's grabbing the bucket again, heaving up the small amount he sipped.
"Awh, I'm sorry the tea didn't help hyung" Jungkook said sadly.
"It's okay Kookie, I appreciate the gesture" Jimin says quietly, rubbing JK's hand. He really wishes his stomach would let up. He couldn't even join the guys at dinner as his stomach can't handle anything.
Jungkook goes to get a new cold wet cloth for Jimin's fever. "Try to sleep some more hyung."
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12AM:
Jimin conked out for awhile but his head is so hot and bothered he woke again. Jin cleaned the bucket and took Jimin's temperature. He's alarmed at how high it is "whoa, you're burning up Jiminah."
Jimin doesn't say anything, he's too nauseas. His stomach is still threatening to hurl up more. He can't believe he still has anything to throw up, he lost his lunch and his breakfast long ago.
"Don't force it Jiminah".the oldest says softly.
"I c-can't help it--" Jimin cuts off with another harsh retch, splashing into the newly cleaned bucket.
"Hyung, I hate this" Jimin whined and dove his head into the bucket again. His stomach is still pushing up even though it's pretty much empty. After one more dry heave and just spitting out saliva, Jimin concludes that he's done. He wraps himself up in the blankets like a burrito and closes his eyes.
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4AM:
Jimin keeps falling asleep and randomly waking up again. He blames it on his fever and his stomach that still churns sometimes. Jimin thought he fell asleep on the couch at work and woke up hot and uncomfortable. Nope, he's in his own bed. Namjoon took out the fan and put it in Jimin's room, hoping it would help him cool down. The breeze is nice on his sweaty face and slightly damp hair.
Namjoon also tried giving him medicine for his fever and upset tummy but he threw it up 20 minutes later. "I think Jimin should see a doctor tomorrow morning" the leader finally says.
Jimin whines in protest but the others all agree he should.
"I think so too, he might need a different medicine" Hoseok adds. Jimin doesn't like the idea but knows in the back of his head that he should.
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8AM:
Jimin's doctor confirms he has a stomach infection. He prescribes him medication that will clear it up within a few days and in the meantime he has to take it easy. The others continue to take care of him until he's better.
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Hi Sonny ! I just read all the post I could find on your Prime Leo Au (though I'm not sure I found everything... I don't know if you ever explained why Kraang Prime needed an Host in the first place). And it gave me thoughts !
First about why Kraang Prime wouldn't want Donnie as an Host despite his smart (yes I know we're well past that but bear with me please ?), there's also that Donnie's knowledge and smarts is primarily on machinery, engineering and programing. But considering that Kraangs rely much more on biological means for their technology, that really wouldn't match well. And since I'm a fan of the Medic Leo headcanon, I also headcanon as interested and good at anatomy, biology and biochemistry. So even there he's a better fit for Kraang Prime that Donnie.
Second, remember that 4 (?) pages comic where we see Prime completely possessing Leo and explaining that Leo can't hear them coz in a dream world etc. It made me thought, what if Raph tried to mind meld Leo right then and there in an attempt to reach out to him. Except it doesn't reach Leo of course coz he's in too deep but it does reach Kraang Prime who's in front... And what if Kraang Prime decided to let it happen ? So Raph just mind meld with it for a few seconds ? Wouldn't that be fuck up or what ? (oh and Prime would be a bastard about it too commenting things like "oh~ it tingle", "You wish to enter right ? Very well I'll allow it")
Ans I know this one won't happen officially in the story (coz if so they would realize Leo's touch aversion wayyyy before Leo himself told them) but if the Fam does enter Leo's Dream World, imagine if Prime, that sick bastard, go "visit" Leo at the same time. I already had that idea as soon as I read about the Dream World but it got back full force when I read how Prime was really "touchy" with Leo, making him uncomfortable. There isn't 1 person in this massive family that wouldn't snap seeing this and I would be here for it.
(In fact, if you're still taking art suggestion, I think that it would be very cool if you could draw the moment where Kraang Prime is there "greeting" the Bros in the Dream World while having his hands on a Leo that is frozen in discomfort while the Bros are also frozen but in shock and stupor because they are still processing what they are seeing. Only if you want of course 馃憠馃憟 馃憖)
another long folks strap in!!
also hii @louve-garoue !!
1.) the answer on why Prime needs a Host: it's honestly easier commanding armies when you have a physical body to help you do that, yknow??
2.) yep! when there's an entire race of aliens who's tech is biorganical, it makes sense taking control of someone who knows how the body works in every aspect. also, to Prime, Donnie is just a smarter than everage baby sooooo
3.) shoot! i legit forgot about mind melding when i made that!! but i'm gonna have to disagree with you; the mind meld trick wouldn't reach Leo at all, and Prime isn't going to let anyone in to try and talk to Leo and help break him out. they'd be a huge dick to Raph about that and flaunt it ("awww, our former brute can't reach the Host~, how...tragic")
4.) ooooooooooo, that's gooood!!! it won't happen in the story "canon"-wise like you said, but it is still a good prompt (maybe i'll write it one day, who knows..). Prime just....forcibly and creepily touching Leo while the fam watches and they can't do anything about it and it pisses them off something good is just *chef's kiss*
for the drawing request, here's Prime playing with Leo's mask tails (pretend that they're looking at the fam while they do this, it was three in the morning when i finished and i straight up conked out)
#i really really REALLY love the idea of the fam going into leo's mind the same way they did splinter's#and seeing just what kind of abuse prime is giving their brother#if it wasn't for the fact that prime has full and total control of leo's mind and the fake fam members that are basically walking tanks#they'd killed prime and chopped them into tiny pieces#(it would've killed leo in the process too but sssshhhhh they don't know that ssshhhhh)#also a small redesign of prime!! made them taller than leo and with a tail bc tails fuck. end of discussion#rottmmt#tmnt#sonny answers#my art#sonny draws#prime leo au
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The wrinkles of my brain have birthed something maybe marvelous; lobo who obviously doesn't want to ruin his image as a tough guy so he keeps making bullshit strong man reasons to be soft with his s/o, which in turn makes s/o just start initiating the cute soft touch's and lovings much to lobos dismay cuz if he gets mad about s/o calling shots it proves he's soft and he has to pretend he doesnt care with a red face
YES YES YES CORRECT YOU ARE RIGHT I THINK ABOUT SOFT LOBO EVERY DAY OF MY LIFE
I have a weakness for being soft while someone is ill so take this and ignore my hand waved explanation for why his healing factor doesn't work rn.
Finally figured out how to do cuts on mobile so fic is under the cut!
"You suck at making chicken soup"
"Feetal's Gizz, babe, this ain't chicken."
"... what the hell is it then"
"Kester."
"Fucking what."
"Kester! It's like... space chicken."
"Gross space chicken."
"Gross space chicken that's gonna help ya not be sick, open UP."
Lobo tried to spoon feed the soup to you again, but you artfully dodged and managed to get him to spill it on the pillow.
"Sugar, I killed this myself. Eat it."
"Greeeeat incentive, Bo, but I'll stick to my cold meds."
He sighed and rolled his eyes, then put the bowl down and crossed his arms.
"What I get fer trying to be a good boyfriend. Whatever."
"Baaaabe."
"No, uh-uh, save it, traitor."
"I'm sorry for saying that space chicken is gross"
A sigh, and then he gave in. He sat on the bed next to you and rubbed a hand over your hair.
"Get better, mkay? It sucks when ya get sick because y'can't do stuff with me."
"I'll do my damndest."
"Thanks."
His lips pressed against your sweaty forehead and you settled into the bed. Dodging his soup attacks had tuckered you out, and you were ready to sleep.
Once you'd conked out, Lobo stood up and grabbed the bowl. Taking an experimental sip, he wrinkled his nose and shook his head.
"Stuff IS gross..."
Looking back on you, he felt his heart do an (in his mind) incredibly stupid little tap dance. You always made him feel... gooey. It was dumb. That was dumb. You were dumb. But dumb in a very very cute and likeable way. More like he was dumb for being... what?
What was it? He knew he liked you but how? It was... weird. He didn't really do committed relationships, so he didn't really have anything to base this off of.
... You were probably just a phase, anyway. But if you were then why did it hurt to think that?
He looked at you again from the door and smiled a little. If you were a phase you sure were a nice one.
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Months later, after you had gotten better, you were sitting in the bedroom, reading. Bo had been out on a bounty for about a week now, so the house was much quieter. Much... emptier. You missed him, but he was coming home soon.
The door slammed open and shut, there was the thud of boots being tossed off, and a loud sneeze.
"Babe! Hey, welcome home!"
"Mm. Hi, sugar."
You ran out to see him, and he looked... bad. He was sweaty, his eyes were bleary, and his nose was running.
"Oooh. Hi, Bo"
"Mmh."
He leaned down a bit and wrapped his arms around you. It was a warm hug. Far warmer than normal. This man was absolutely sick, what with the fever and sweating. You pulled away and looked him in the face.
"What happened?"
"Got inna fight inna lab. Knocked into a fridge."
"... did anything... spill on you?"
"Lotta stuff."
"Oh, baby..."
"M'fine, what's fer dinner?"
He peeled himself off and stumbled to the kitchen. Oh, the poor dear, he looked like he was about to fall over. While he rested his head in his arms, you set some stir fry in front of him, along with a bottle of cold meds. He ignored that, chomping on the food, and you crossed your arms.
"Take the meds"
"M'fine."
"You are very obviously sick"
"I got a healing factor."
"Well it's not working!"
"Babe..."
"Dearest. Most darling. Light of my life. Please take the cold meds."
"No."
Pushing himself up, he put his plate in the sink and lumbered to the living room. Again, you followed him, getting more and more worried.
If he'd been exposed to just one virus, that would be fine, but a mixture? That might confuse his healing factor enough to actually get him sick, at least for a while.
Coughing, Lobo tried to focus his eyes on the TV, but they kept drooping shut. He didn't brush you away when you sat down, so you put a hand on his. It was icy. Sighing, you pulled it to your lips, and he groaned and leaned into you. He was heavy, and you struggled to pick him up off the couch, but you eventually did.
Once you got him into bed and covered him up, he huffed and closed his eyes.
"Lobo..."
"Dunno why yer worrying, m'fine."
"Sweetheart, you don't have to be tough around me. It's just me."
His breathing hitched at that. When his eyes opened, you saw pupils. Genuine pupils. You'd only ever seen him have pupils when he was just waking up, at his most vulnerable.
"Bo?"
"...you take good care of me."
The bed springs creaked as you sat next to him, and you took his hand into your lap.
"I have to. You wouldn't take care of yourself if I weren't here."
"Been getting along fine fer years..."
"Lobo, please. It was a fight to get you in bed in the first place. You're stubbornness is matched only by your radiant beauty."
He chuckled at that, then coughed.
"Stay with me?"
"You don't even have to ask."
That was, apparently, the wrong thing to say. As soon as you did, he yanked you down onto the bed and latched on. God, for a sick guy he was still strong.
After a few moments of initial shock, you decided to stop struggling. If it made him feel better, hey, let him cuddle you.
Maybe an hour passed before you remembered something important.
"...baby, you do realize that I still need to give you medicine, yeah?"
"Few more minutes."
"Ok. A few more minutes"
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A.N.
Hi. This took way too long to write. Sorry about that. It's also not exactly what you asked but it's where the muse took me I guess. Hope you enjoy!
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@desiderium-eden, @thewolfisawake | Relationships | Accepting!
"Huh? That's a little sudden. Where do I even start? There's so much that comes to mind..."
Amber gaze flicks toward the little Aifaen, sound asleep where he lay on top of JJ. He'd been watching something while Mimi played with his blocks, but eventually the little one had climbed up onto the couch, laying with his head on the center of JJ's chest, and conked right out.
Every once in a while, a little round ear, reminiscent of a bear cub's would flick with whatever Misne was dreaming about. Soft fuzz making JJ scrunch his chin to his chest to prevent the tickly feeling.
"You know, looking at how things are now, I almost can't believe that, two years ago, I didn't want kids at all. And even after Nia, I was only sort of thinking about it...now here we are. A few months, and I'll have had him for a year already. Time really flies."
"I get why I was scared, though. I still feel like I'm going to mess up, and I don't know what I'd do with myself if I do. I mean, look at him. He's always so happy and sweet. He relies on me, and I'm so terrified that I'm going to let him down. I was talking to my dad about it the other day, and he said that feeling only ever really gets worse. So I guess I'm in for a long ride. There's been a lot of hard stuff aside from that too, though."
"The first time he got sick, I don't think I slept for a whole week because even if I knew that he was fine again after three days, I was worried that it might come back or something. He's always goofing around, especially when Nia comes over to play, so he gets hurt quite a bit. Like when he was climbing a tree the other day-- ah, that's right! He's learning how to use his claws! He climbs stuff now, but then his arms get tired and he loses his grip and falls, and I always think he's gonna break his neck or something, one of the times I'm not quick enough to catch him! Like that day! A bird spooked him, and he fell like six feet! Luckily, he only got a little scraped up...he hardly even noticed it! Just got right back up and kept on playing with Essi!"
"He's a really tough little guy; I'm actually really surprised. The only time he really fusses much is when he wants attention. I guess it's probably because he did a lot of things pretty much by himself when he was in the Aifaen Plains..."
"He's learning to talk a lot better than before, too. I mean, he's technically like...I guess a 6 year old human, but when I first took him in, he'd spent a lot of time in his beast form, so he never really learned how to speak beyond...a two or three year old's level? Or something like that. I'm not an expert on child development or anything, so I couldn't say for sure. He's still a little bit skittish around new people, but if he thinks he can 'sneaky' over to check them out before he talks to them or anything, he's usually okay. He's a pretty good judge of character, so far."
"Let's see, what else! The last couple times we've gone to the river together so he could look at the fish, he's wanted to get in the water to jump at them, so I've been teaching him to swim, just in case. He's so good at it! I hardly had to teach him anything-- I just helped him keep above water at first, and told him how to move his legs and arms. It felt like he was doing it all by himself after just a few minutes!"
"Wait, wait, and then last week, I let him help me repaint his bedroom a little bit, and he got it all over in his hair somehow! We did hand prints on the wall together for all of his friends and family, and I had him do an extra little handprint next to one of mine on some paper, and I have it in a frame in my office; it's so cute...! And then--!"
#[JJ -headcanons-]#[Misne- headcanons-]#It got long so I had to cut him off because he WILL give an entire 300 page dissertation about his son#JJ actually usually tries to spend as much of the day with Mimi as he can#lets him come to work with him as long as it's not something dangerous-- pretty much if Essi can be there Mimi can too#Ahnia's royal staff though has been trying to talk to JJ about starting to set Mimi up with some tutors and stuff soon though#and MAN he's not gonna know what to do with himself when he can't just pop in on Mimi whenever he wants#or bring baby bear around with him all the time#He'll get used to it though#he'll be okay!
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Mileven Headcanon: El doesn鈥檛 have the greatest immune system due to growing up in a lab that I imagine was usually pretty sterile. Never really built up immunities the way most kids do. So she鈥檚 sick a bit worse and more frequently than most people, and every single time Mike acts like she is actively dying.
He鈥檚 incredibly dramatic. Tracks down cold medicine or fever reducers like her life depends on it. You have never seen a man make soup with more urgency. Fetching water is now apparently an Olympic sport.
Meanwhile El sleeps through the entire thing in the most unremarkable fashion. Asks for none of the things Mike gives her, but he wants to make sure she has anything she might feasibly need, and she鈥檚 very grateful when she鈥檚 awake enough to acknowledge it.
(Bonus: On the rare occasion that she doesn鈥檛 completely conk out, Mike reads to her.)
Oh my goodness, YES. This boy is so dramatic, he should be in drama club (I know it's bad, please bare with me 馃拃). Mike Wheeler is the definition of overexaggeration and no one can tell me otherwise. He's gonna put together a whole tray with soup and crackers and medicine and water and orange juice and all the shit he thinks she might need and just carry it into her room and El sees it and is just like, "Mike, I kinda just wanna sleep" and then Mike's like, "Yeah, but you should also try and eat something, you know? And the medicine will really help, too, same with like the water and stuff. I just want you to have everything you need. I mean, I guess it might be a bit much first thing in the morning, I'm sorry, I'll put this over here fo-" and then El smiles at his sweetness and tells him it's fine and takes a few bites of soup, nibbles on a cracker, and takes the medicine with some water to show her appreciation and because she didn't want his hardwork to go to waste (to which Mike is all like, "I-I mean it didn't take much, heh..."). And then she goes to sleep afterwards and Mike checks on her every few minutes, making sure that she's still alive and breathing, making sure there's no sign of her illness becoming worse, and whenever she wakes up, he'll always take her temperature and have her sip a little water before she goes to sleep.
He just takes care of her in every way he knows how to and she finds it so sweet and she gives him a big, sweet kiss to show her appreciation once shes finally better again. This is too sweet, these little babies take such good care of each other馃槶馃槶馃槶
Ugh, I love them so much, oh my goodness. Thank you for sharing your wonderful little headcanon with me!!! I very much appreciate it!!!! 馃挏馃挏馃挏
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Day One 5/13
Journal Entry: *Noodles hand writing is immaculate. Near calligraphy.*
Jasper gave me this journal to write down my thoughts and feelings about being sober, and all the ways to process it. Along with keeping progress on the days to show, in physical form, how long I've gone without a sip of alcohol. He went out, bought this for me, as a gift. Its rare people get me things, usually. Not as if I mind all that much. It isn't how I appreciate affection, but, regardless.聽
I hope he's alright with the reality that I'm not good at journaling. I've tried it once or twice before but it isn't how my brain really works. I'm not even good at writing down songs or lyrics much anymore. Its more they live like a parasite in my brain until thats all I can think about days on end. Morbid, sure, but it isn't as though anyones reading any of this really.聽
Today...was fine. I guess? I really just slept through most of it. With the hangover and possibility of me being sick along with the start of my cycle, my body was just, exhausted. It still is now! Even. Except we had to get up and out of the house to go get Hackett and everyone else after some attack that happened. Really I'm writing all of this way too early in the morning, but, I said I'd start! Or at least...try to.聽
Jasper mass teleported like six people without the proper precautions or anything of that note. His nose bleed, even. But now he's conked out entirely next to me. Barely with any of his sleep clothes on the right way. Sprawled out on his stomach and sleeping full mouth open. It's a miracle he isn't snoring, but he really isn't the snoring sort.聽
Perhaps one of the reasons to have this journal to begin with is for those doubts creeping into my mind. Earlier tonight I even went to express some of them, likely against my better judgment. And he got STERN with me. His voice shifted and everything kind of stern. I had seen him act this way once or twice for work related happenings, sure. But never so directly at me before.聽
It was shocking- No, surprising. Perhaps both? Along with making my insides do the feel good squeeze I hadn't been expecting even a little bit. Confusing perhaps is the direction with it I'll go. It was all around confusing. I've also never experienced him being as stern with me as he has been about this, before. Guess it means quite a lot to him that I get...better. Better is such a subjective word. I'm not SICK. At least, I don't think so. Other than perhaps physically sick, sick. Which is an entirely different form of ill.聽
Anyway. Here's hoping I have more to write about tomorrow past the distractions my boyfriend poses to all of my thoughts and wishes.聽
Lynn
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