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Skin to Skin: Baby and the Bees
One week after Yang and Ruby brought an orphaned baby Faunus back to their safehouse in Vacuo.
Baby: (completely flush and shivering, lethargic, and whimpering)
Blake: Mom, I'm really starting to worry about her. Is there anything we can do?
Kali: Unfortunately, babies can't have most pharmaceutical medications, and I've already tried every holistic remedy I know.
Yang: So, there's literally nothing we can do?
Blake: (strokes the baby's cheek)
Kali: (watches as the baby wiggles her head weakly, almost like she's trying to keep the hand on her face) ....I have an idea, and honestly I'm a little upset I didn't think of it sooner. Some mother I am.
Blake & Yang: What is it?!
Kali: Blake, dear, take off your shirt, please?
Blake: (blinks with a blush) Excuse you?
Kali: Take off your shirt.
Blake: .........You take off your shirt.
Kali: Dear, I don't think Yang would appreciate seeing her future mother-in-law topless.
Yang: (covers her eyes as a steaming red blush colors her entire face) Kali!
Blake: Mom! Y-Yang and I haven't even- W-We haven't-
Kali: Had sex? I'm honestly surprised by that. But, that's besides the point! This is to help the baby. Now (claps her hands) chop-chop! Off with the shirt!
Blake: (whining) Why???
Kali: Just trust the process, dear.
Blake: (groans) Fine! (takes off her shirt and stands awkwardly) Now what?
Yang: (eyes unconsciously zero in on Blake's almost naked torso)
Kali: Bra too.
Blake: MOM!!!
Yang: If this is how I die, I day a happy woman.
Blake: (gulps and slowly takes off her bra, quickly covering her breasts after dropping the garment) There! Now, what?! Are you going to tell me I need to lose my pants next???
Yang: (slowly sitting down to keep from fainting)
Kali: Hardly, that would be cruel. (picks up the baby, unwraps her from her swaddle blanket, and removes her clothes so she's in her diaper before gently pushing her into Blake's arms) Hold her against your breasts, dear. She needs skin to skin contact. Head up, good. Now, cradle the baby scrunch. Perfect.
Blake: (holding the baby tenderly against her chest as Kali tucks the blanket back around the baby) W-What now?
Kali: Just flash your aura a little bit, dear. Not too much. She won't be able to handle too much at once. She's still little.
Blake: Okay... (gently flashes her aura, causing the baby's own, bright orange aura to flash momentarily)
Baby: (stops whimpering and slowly nuzzles into Blake's chest with a little coo)
Blake:
Yang: (in complete aw) Is... Is she better?
Kali: She should be fine now, but keep the skin to skin up. (sighs) I cannot believe I forgot about the kangaroo hold. What kind of mother and grandmother am I?
Yang: (stands up and wraps a second blanket around Blake's shoulders) How are you doing?
Blake: I'm fine. It's just that... (glances at the sleeping baby pressed against her chest) This is a different feeling than I've had all week. I don't really know how to describe it.
Yang: Good or bad?
Blake: Good. (kisses Yang's cheek) Definitely good.
Link to Original Baby and the Bees
#bumbleby#yang xiao long#blake belladonna#rwby#baby and the bees#kangaroo hold#sick baby#skin to skin#Yang would probably be the one to initiate skin to skin but I wanted to give Blake some time to shine#blake would be a good mama#kind of long post#as a female second parent this does feel different
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caught a silly lil cold 🤒
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I found an old little narrative blerp from my notes and I decided to make it a one-shot for my Royalty AU. I am in no way a writer. So don’t expect a whole lot. But I thought it would be fun to share how I see these characters interacting.
TW: Manipulation, Gaslighting (?)
Cuphead slowly crept around the kitchen as quietly as possible. His feet were careful to avoid tripping on any stray objects and boxes strewn across the ground. Shaky hands fingered through wooden bins and brown clay jars of food, each tightly packaged to keep any unwanted bugs and pests from getting to it. The dim light of his candle doing little to help him pick out the details of the dark pantry.
Eventually his eyes pick out a barrel of apples set in the far corner of the room. Around it were similar bins of other produce: potatoes, carrots, pears and some imported goods from other countries. He snatched an apple from the top of the barrel and grabbed a small loaf of bread off of one of the shelves as he slipped out the pantry door.
Hurrying to get back to bed before the guards realized he ever left, cup walked around the island towards the door clutching his candlestick and the food close to his chest. If cup’s memory served correctly, of which it oftentimes did, the guards on their nightly rounds should be just down the hallway, another set of guards several paces behind the first. The tricky part would be getting past those guards. Then he needs to cross the courtyard and climb the trell-
“Going somewhere?” A deep voice crooned behind him.
Cup let out a (very deep and very dignified) shriek, as he whirled around to meet the voice. With his harsh movements he began to fumble with the objects in his arms, barely managing to keep his candlestick upright while keeping a hand on his food at the same time.
It took a little time but eventually cup managed to not drop the candlestick, at the sacrifice of dropping his food. If someone later asked why he had a mild burn on his hand from the melted wax, well that was his business, thank you.
Once he had his candlestick under control, he slowly looked up to see Dice. The older man leaned against the doorway of one of the kitchen entrances, arms crossed, dark eyes glinting in the dim light, a sly smirk spread across his face, like a younger sibling that had just caught the older doing something wrong. (Which, let’s face it, what else is new?)
“Now, what’s a sickly, little prince like you doing here with stolen food after bedtime?” The man chuckled darkly and pushed off the door he was leaning against, sauntering around the island table that separated the two of them.
“I-I’m just here for a snack, Dice. I’m not bothering anyone,” Cup stuttered. His confidence quickly left him with each step that Dice took. The boy slowly shrinked in on himself as he tried to look anywhere but Dice’s preparatory gaze.
“Now, now, young Prince,” Dice tsked. “You and I both know that your physician put you on a very strict diet, yes? You can’t go aroudn going against doctor’s orders, now can you?” Dice’s heavy hand grabbed Cup’s shoulder in a tight, nearly bruising grip. A sly grin spread across the older man’s face. “Besides, what’s the point of eating if you can’t even keep it down in the first place? Why waste perfectly good food?” Cuphead frowned, offended.
Dice looked down at the fruit and bread now on the floor in disdain. “Well, you’ve wasted it now anyways,” he grumbled. Cup looked away from the ruined food in slight embarrassment. Dice DID have a point on that one. He did drop it. Maybe he could just make it up to Granny later for ruining her food? Maybe he could arrange a way to replace the old food? Or perhaps she’d prefer he find a new book to read to her? More knitting needles and yarn? Maybe he could knit her something new?
Before Cup could go down that rabbit hole Dice clapped him on the back and began to guide him out of the kitchen.. “Come, let’s get you back to bed, boy. All this excitement can’t be good for your poor health.” He didn’t even spare a glance at the food left on the ground when he responded with, “We’ll leave the food there. The staff will pick it back up in the morning, yes?” Cup silently nodded as he let Dice push him towards the door.
Barely even a step in and a loud voice echoed in the mostly empty room. “What’s with all the ruckus in here?!” Granny’s voice demanded. She must have been asleep before because she was dressed in a simple nightgown, brandishing her wooden cane and a half melted candlestick attached to a crudely fashioned iron grip for light. Cup felt a little pang of guilt when he realized that he must have woken her up.
Cuphead began to stutter through a response before Dice interrupted. “The Prince was just headed off to bed, Mrs. Gopher. We’ll be lea-“
“I wasn’t asking YOU.” The old woman interjected. Calmly she turned her expectant gaze to Cuphead who, at the moment, wanted nothing more than to be anywhere else. His guilt was slowly and thoroughly eating away at his stomach, and his mind whirled with dark thoughts.
Biting his lip and stuffing his hands in his pockets, Cuphead stammered out a response. “I j-just came down here for a snack. It-it was just some fruit and bread and I dropped it on the ground. I’m really sorry for sneaking out and taking the food without asking, Granny. I shouldn’t hav-“
“All you wanted was a snack?” Granny sighed, effectively cutting off Cup’s apology. She shuffled further into the kitchen, rolling back her sleeves and setting her candlestick down on the table. “You should have said so. I would have made you something.” She began to pull out some ingredients from the pantry and set them down on the table.
“N-now see here, Mrs. Gopher,” spluttered Dice as he walked around the island table to stop the older woman. “The head physician made it VERY clear tha-“ Dice cut himself off as a wooden spatula, from stars knows where, was suddenly shoved into his face. The old gopher woman glared at the taller man, her face twisted in a scowl.
“I don’t give a flying LEAP what you or that kook Oddswell says. If that boy is hungry, then dammit he’s allowed to get something to eat.” She barked with a stomp of her cane. “Stars knows he doesn’t get enough as it is. So, if he’s up to it, then I see nothing wrong with giving him something to snack on.” Dice’s eyes narrow in a challenging glare. The two stubbornly lock into a glare contest for a few moments before granny decidedly whipped her spatula to point at a startled Cuphead.
“Cuphead! I am putting it on the record that you are allowed, at any time, to take anything from the kitchen to snack on. If anyone says otherwise then they will have to talk with ME. Understood?”
Cuphead squeaked out a small “Yes, ma’am,” before Granny went back to work cutting up some fruit and plating in a small glass bowl.
“I’ll escort him to bed, Mr. Dice. You can leave now,” she dismissed, not even looking up from the fruit she was cutting up.
Dice looked like he very much wanted to both argue and strangle her while also looking remarkably baffled. Though he mostly achieved a very constipated expression. At some point he managed to steel himself, he smoothed out the front of his deep purple tunic and straightened out his ridiculous mustache. “Very well, Mrs. Gopher,” Dice grit between his teeth. “I’ll be going, then.” He gave a small strained bow to Cuphead and a polite nod to Granny before briskly walking out the kitchen entrance.
Now that Dice was gone the kitchen was plunged into silence, the only thing breaking it was the occasional chop of Granny’s knife and the sound of footsteps down the hallway.
While Cup appreciated Granny advocating for him, he couldn’t help but still feel guilty. He shouldn’t have assumed that just because he’s the prince that it’s ok to take food. It’s not his to begin with. How could he be so stupid? And dropping the food? Now Granny won’t be able to use it in the meals she and the cooks prepare! Maybe he should try to apologize to her? Make it up to her somehow? What do people normally do in these situations?
A glass being pushed into his vision knocked him out of that thought process. Granny offered up a glass of water and a bowl of cut fruit and slices of bread in his face. Her expression was softer than the one she had when Dice was in the room, this one was kind, understanding, and slightly worried.
Cup took a hold of the offered glass and bowl softly, taking a small sip of water and began to nibble on an apple slice as Granny worked on putting the leftover food back in the pantry.
They sat in comfortable silence as Cuphead watched Granny shuffle around the kitchen, tidying up little things, wiping down countertops and making sure food was secured away for the night. He did, of course, offer to help her, but that was quickly shot down and she demanded he sit and eat his food while she cleans up a bit. So. He huffed. And he sat. And he ate. Silently.
“Best not to let what he says get to you,” Granny’s voice suddenly rang across the room at some point. When Cuphead didn’t respond she looked up from what she was doing and their eyes met. Something akin to doubt must have been in his expression, because Granny put down what she was doing and hobbled over with a very serious expression. She leaned against the counter with a sigh. “I’m sorry that man treats you the way he does. He has absolutely no right to.”
Cuphead shrugged half-heartedly as he turned his attention to pushing his snack around inside the bowl. Anything to not look at Granny’s very serious expression. “It’s not that bad,” the prince muttered softly. “He’s just trying to look out for me. I get it.”
“What he’s doing is not looking out for you,” Granny softly argued. She idly ran her fingers along the head of her cane. Feeling the groves in the old wood. “He’s being a bully. Especially to you. Don’t let him take advantage of you.”
Cuphead only gave another half-hearted shrug as he shoved some fruit in his mouth, not wanting to talk on the subject anymore. Granny sighed, slightly disappointed, as she realized that the prince didn’t want to talk. She placed a small hand on his shoulder and gave it a light squeeze as she went back to work.
Despite what you’d think for a woman of her age, Granny finished her tasks quickly and before Cup knew it, the pair was making their way through the grounds to the Prince’s room.
They were stopped a few times by some guards on occasion, mostly them asking what the prince was doing out at the time, why Granny was with them, that sort of thing. But generally Cuphead and Granny were left alone to travel to the Prince’s room.
Cuphead, as soon as he walked into his bedroom, set the bowl and glass on the nightstand by his bed, and climbed underneath the covers of his bed. Granny shuffled to sit in her usual rocking chair that sat in the corner of the room, right next to Cuphead’s bed.
She rooted through a large wicker basket Cup kept next to the rocking chair. In it held several balls of yarn of different colors and textures and extra knitting needles. He always kept some in his room for moments like these when she decided to stay in Cup’s room.
“Are you staying here tonight?” Cup asked as he finished off his snack and water and pulled up the covers to his chin.
“Just till you fall asleep,” Granny replied simply as she quickly settled on a ball of a light bluish-gray yarn, grabbed the extra needles, and began a new project. Something for her to work on absentmindedly.
“Thanks” Cuphead responded as he tried to shift to a much more comfortable position. Granny only hummed in response as she continued to work on her little project.
Cuphead fell asleep to the sound of the chair rocking, granny’s occasional singing, and the clack of knitting needles.
So ye. That’s all I have. Hope y’all like this lil’ thing. 👍
#babtqftim#bendy and boris in the inky mystery#babitim#bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine#cuphead#royalty au#royalty#prince!au#sick boi#sick baby#dice is a jerk#granny is the best#facts.#cup is just trying his best.#writing#one shot#my writing#hope yall like it
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My first Ari fic!
I'm working on my first Ari fic. It includes Mother's day, a sick baby, twin boys who LOVE to argue, and fluff.
Tags: @whore-for-chris-evans, @bookishtheaterlover7, @cevansbaby-dove, @innersublimefury, @sweater-daddiesdumbdork, @rebelbossheart, and anyone else I forgot.
#chris evans fandom#ari levinson fanfiction#chris evans fanfic#ari levinson#twins#sick baby#twin boys
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Faking Sick; Jack Chambers:
There was Roger, the master mischief maker who was constantly trying to see how far he could amount to before getting caught. But today was different. Roger was fed up with the of the hustle and bustle that came with school. Rigid teachers, unfledged classmates, piles of arbitrary homework became too much for the young lad. So he faked a sick day. Simple. He knew his doting parents would just shower him with affection and sympathy if he played his cards right and successfully played it off.
So he did.
Alice was going to go shopping with the girls later on and Susan was going to be in school the way Roger should have. Jack was the only who earned his two days off from work and as fate had it, he would spend it catering to his 'sick' little boy. Roger greedily mixed together his famous vomit concoction and hid by the toilet in the bathroom.
"Dad!" He called from his room, still snuggled into his bed with the covers laced around him and a subtle guileful smirk spread across his face. Jack on cue came running into his son's bedroom with a floral print waisted cooking apron wrapped around his waist.
"What is it Roger?" "I don't feel well." He whined in an ailing voice. Jack raised an eyebrow and looked on with perceive. "Really?" He said with unsureness that raised his voice higher. Roger nodded, trying to make his eyes look sick. But little did Jack know, Roger came fully prepared with a fake fever, fake vomit and rehearsed coughs and sneezes.
Before Jack could catch Roger's goat, Roger was off to the bathroom and 'spilling his guts' when a worried Jack came in to check on him.
Maybe he really is sick? Jack thought before going over and rubbing Roger's back. "It's okay buddy, daddy's here." he said softly. "Why don't I clean this up and then I'll be there to tuck you in?" Jack said with a babyish tone. Roger nodded and stumbled weakly to his bedroom and waited for his father to come.
Roger grew bigger with satisfaction from the deceit he had brought upon Jack and a concerned Alice and Susan. "Maybe I shouldn't go out today," She said while ushering Susan out to the car. "No, no. I'll take care of Roger while you're gone, you have a good time." Jack said while giving Susan and Alice a goodbye kiss. He waved them goodbye before going back inside to tend to Roger.
"Roger are you all comfy in bed?" Jack dotingly asked. Roger nodded pretending to be a frail and innocent baby. Jack's paternal feelings grew stronger as he tucked the covers around Roger and peppered his cheek with kisses. "Does your tummy hurt?" Roger shook his head. "What about your forehead, or your chest?" "Well, my chest feels a little congested but otherwise...I'm doing okay." He said faking coughs and sneezes in between.
Jack put a sympathetic hand on his cheek, rubbing it with his thumb. "I'll make it better, I have just the thing." Jack ran out of the room leaving Roger perplexed and anxious. Roger smiled as if he was getting away with something. Finally getting his well 'deserved' break from school and the homework and the teachers, schoolmates, oh it was almost just too perfect!
That was until Jack came in with vapour rub and a thermometer. Yep, he was going to give real medicine to Roger's fake cold. "Okay buddy, daddy's gonna give you some medicine for your sick chest." Jack said with a babyish voice. He sat on Roger's bedside and opened up a hesitant Roger's pajama shirt.
Jack felt with his forehand Roger's chest. "Yep, it's congested. It's hot." Roger watched in consternation and embarrassment as his father scooped up a glob of vapor rub and brought it into contact with his young son's chest.
Roger winced as Jack spread the thick consistency across his chest in a gentle motion until it was rubbed in. The strong menthol aroma stung Roger's eyes and nose. "There, do feel better?" Roger gave a firm nod with a matching smile, although Jack still seemed to be oblivious to the agitation of not getting what was expected from Roger.
"Oh, and I have one more thing for you..." Jack poured some medicine on to a big spoon and held it in front of Roger much to his horror. That spoon is bigger than the mixing one mom uses! Roger thought.
But Jack was insistent on wanting to give Roger the medicine. "Come on Rogie, open for the choo choo train." He babyishly cooed. Roger's cheeks blushed. But before he could speak, Jack shoved the accursed medicine into his mouth with the gargantuan spoon into his 'train tunnel'.
Roger harshly swallowed the scheduled consequence of his lie. "There, right into the tummy station." Jack patted Roger's tummy gently. Roger felt so infantile by that.
Jack stuck a thermometer into Roger's mouth. Roger became panicky as his fake fever was starting to fade, so out of desperation, he blew hot air inside so as to continue the lie. It worked, so when the thermometer was finished taking it's reading, Jack took it out and still looked concerned. Roger felt a sense of serenity befall him as he had played his father's compassion like a violin in an orchestra.
Jack pressed a gentle kiss to his son's cheek and tucked the blue colored covers around him with a gentleness and excused himself to grab more quilts of different colors to cover his Roger to fend off from the cold. "Hmm!" Roger could barely talk from all the covers that swallowed him. Sweat dripped from his face and all over his body from the heat that built up.
"You just rest. I'll bring you some hot soup and orange juice." Jack said while fluffling Roger's pillows. "Get better, I love you." He said before smooching Roger's sweaty cheek. Jack went downstairs and prepared a freshly made broth for Roger, with fresh cut carrots, celery, cheese and chicken.
And then with some freshly poured orange juice into a cup, lunch was ready for Roger. Jack took the smorgasbord of broth, orange juice and a bowl of fresh cut strawberry slices up to Roger's bedroom.
Roger eventually freed himself from the quilt prison, and started to read some comics hidden under his mattress. "Roger, lunch is served." Jack said setting his lunch down on his desk. "You're supposed to be sleeping, not reading right now." Jack clasped the comic and set it aside. "Eat up bud." He tied a bib made from a napkin around Roger, much to his dismay.
Jack noticed Roger hesitate to eat the soup prepared for him, so Jack took the spoon full of the chicken noodles and led it to Roger's mouth. It wasn't until Jack practically made him open his mouth to taste the delectable meal Jack had made especially for his ailing son.
Although Jack underestimated how much Roger hated being treated like a baby to the point of Roger wondering if his father had caught on to his little charade and was purposely babying him. But what if Jack really was that unheeding to his little man's annoyance of his constant overbearing hold he had onto Roger's cosset baby years, a picture of the little bambino wearing his small white fluffy diapers and sucking his thumb was permanently burned into his brain and it wasn't something he was about to let go of that easily.
So he fostered it much to the concern of his wife, the relief of his daughter and the resentment of his son. Jack thought it was cute, Roger did not. Period.
Roger had thought the soup had tasted delicious but was still desperate to keep up this mind over matter until the school day ended. After lunch, Roger was put straight to bed to rest and enjoy some comics. "I'll check on you later champ." Jack leaned down and pressed a smooch to Roger's cheek. "Please rest up Roger....I love you." He said softly with disquietude, which made Roger rethink the whole situation and the tricks he was playing. Maybe dad really was sincerely concerned?
Jack pressed another kiss to Roger's cheek this time a little longer than before, adjusted the light and left the room quietly, looking back with deep worry.
Roger sunk in his bed feeling deep regret with how he treated his father. Making him worry himself with agony, giving him undeserved and undivided attention and affection and was by his bedside catering to his every cough and sniffle and cries about pain and discomfort.
Roger thought about coming clean, but decided against it and then fell asleep. He woke up to the sound of his mother and sister's voices that echoed through the living room and were about to enter his bedroom.
"Sweetie?" His mother's voice sounded with a knock on the door. Alice entered the room with Susan who rushed to his bedside. "How do you feel honey? Was doctor dad nice to you?"
Roger gave an roguish smirk and fluttered his eyelashes. "Yeah, he made me soup and let me read my comics." Alice smiled before kissing Roger's forehead. "I was so worried about you all day. I called Jack and asked how you were feeling and I brought you something."
Alice pulled out a toy car for Roger. "Here you go sweetheart." Roger's eyes grew wide as he looked on with exhilaration looking at the shiny dark cherry red car that was deluxe. "Thanks mom!"
"I made you something too Rog." Susan said pulling out a toy robot from her backpack. "We made it in shop today." Roger's smile grew wider. "Thanks sis." He said giving Susan a big hug. Jack came in shortly and scooped Roger up and gave him a big hug. "Oh Roger, mommy, daddy and Susan were all worried about you." Alice placed a sweet hand under Roger's chin and kissed his nose.
"I think I feel better now." Roger said. "Well now wait a minute sport, we wanna make sure you are all better so I think tomorrow you should stay inside." Jack suggested. Alice nodded in agreement.
"But it's okay because you'll have me and your mom to keep you company and we'll play with you."
Roger looked with sudden repentance and fear. "Lucky me." He said swallowing another hard lesson: Be careful what you wish for.
#harry styles dwd#dont worry darling#dad!harry#dadrry#daddys little boy#alice chambers#harry styles son#faking sick#harry styles imagine#harry styles#jack chambers son#jack chambers imagine#jack chambers#sick day#sick baby
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He wouldn't dare doing his day of work before taking care of their sick baby daughter of course TwT
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˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ a benzo, blankey, and a joint 4 this little one ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚
#benzodiazepines#girls who do drugs#sfw age regression#autistic agere#agere post#girls who smoke weed#sickgirl#palecore#sfw little blog#sfw littlespace#im sick#sick baby
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It's the middle of the night here (3:30 am) my baby is sick so we're up watching The Aristocats (again) and I'm geeking about all the stuff on Larrey that popped up since I went to bed a few hours ago.
#sick baby#3 am in the morning (cue Eminem)#the aristocats#larrey info has flooded my tumblr and i love it
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the worst thing about maddie being sick is that she desperately clings to consciousness but because she gets so very intensely sick she fails and it's kinda sad to watch actually
It's really sad. Like in an almost funny way, but then she says anything and your heart just cracks a lil bit.
Jet is used to it and just casually redirects her to the nearest horizontal soft thing, but the other wildcats are just a little lost at first.
#hsmtmts#hsmtmts maddox#high school musical the musical the series#hsm the series#hsmtmts jet#sick baby
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M is sick and hasn't been able to keep anything down for the last 6 hours. Thank God for nurse on call to walk me through what to do and what to look out for. Looks like a night full of cuddles for this little girl. I will be watching her like a hawk.
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More d.a.b doodles cuz I have noooo idea what to title these anymore (the first one is a minus bambi oc request)
#my art shit#my artwork#my art#my artwrok#fanart#fnf fanart#meme#dave and bambi#golden apple fnf#fnf bambi#fnf dave and bambi#bambi fnf#dave and bambi dave#dave fnf#bambi oc#bambisona#dave fanart#crazy dave#nightmare#sick baby#hortas edition#golden apple edition#expungo#marcello's fun house#sick bambi#so silly#silly doodles#fnf#fnf dnb#dnb dave
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Baby has his first head cold, and first fever, and first runny nose.
It's been a hard day. But he now has medicine, and I'm hoping he sleeps well tonight. Last night was not something I want to deal with again.
This is not helped by the fact that I'm recovering from the shitty virus I had earlier too.
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Immediately after taking this I tested positive for Covid. 🙄😞🙄 save me I hate being sick
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Sick Baby day:
*For @haarrrys she's an awesome writer and I'll make a million more requests for her!!!!!! Go check out her blog!*
The coughs coming from Cyrus's room made it hard to concentrate on my book. Yn was out getting some time for herself after having to care for a sick baby all week. So I made her go out and enjoy herself and assured her I would take care of our son while she was out. I got up from the couch and made a beeline to Cyrus's bedroom where he was sleeping very bilious in his crib. I laid a soft hand on his red chubby soft cheek. "Shh, there, there my little angel." He sneezed loudly for a baby, enough to shake him up, so I picked him up in my arms and rocked him gently.
Soft kisses were pressed to his face before I took him into the bathroom and wiped his snotty nose and mouth. Cyrus was still very congested so I had to do what I dreaded most....suction his nose. I gently layed him down on the bathroom counter and grabbed the suction from the cabinet. "Ready sweetie? It'll only take a second." I said in a soft baby voice. I went as fast as I could, but it still didn't stop the cries. When I was finished, I picked my Cyrus up and soothed him. Showering him with a little TLC was all he needed to calm down.
I gave him lots of cuddles and rubbed his tummy to soothe any discomfort or pain that he might have there. I let him lay on his tummy on my lap and Cyrus seemed to enjoy it.
Later on, I took him downstairs and made him some milk. One of the most important things about getting better with a cold is to drink plenty of fluids. I moistened the air in his room slightly with a humidifier and that helped a lot with his chest congestion.
I took him downstairs and let him be in his swing with his toy shark. I felt so bad for my poor little lovey, oh how I so badly wanted to take his pain away.
I would try to distract him with his rattles, I put the TV on for him to watch and made his favorite snack; if he wanted to eat it that is.
I went over to his baby swing after cleaning up and took him out to gently rock him to sleep.
"Let's go upstairs for your nap Cyrus." I gently laid him in his crib and put the mobile on above him. "Goodnight baby." A pressed two soft kisses to his cheeks each and then quietly exited the room.
Yn came home with mall bags in her arms. I helped her inside quietly, as Cyrus was sleeping soundly. "Hey babe." I greeted her with a soft peck on the lips. "Baby's in bed sleeping." I said in a hushed voice. Yn carefully followed me over to the couch where I laid my head down on her lap, with her mushing my soft curls back and forth.
"You did such a good job of taking care of Cyrus babe," yn smiled softly, "I don't think I would've gotten him to lay down this early." I gave away to a soft prideful grin. "Thanks." I said sitting up to place a appreciative kiss on yn's cheek. We both rested on the couch till it would be time to check on Cyrus again who was already showing signs of recovery.
#dadrry#dad!harry#harry styles imagine#harry and yn#harry❤️yn#sick baby#sick day#daddy's angel#daddy's baby#daddy's boy#daddy's love
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People, if you are sick, stay the fuck home!
Stop spreading your flu and covid germs everywhere!
Not only do I have covid but my sister and brother in law do as well.
Now they are at the emergency department with my 6 month old niece who has a 103.4 fever, pulse ox was 88, and she was basically panting like a dog.
I can’t even go in because I’m sick! I hate this! I’ve seen so many babies and children come in on the weekends I work that have the flu, RSV, or covid. @heavyhitterheaux can tell you, it’s awful lately!
I see so many “adults” send their kids to school sick because they don’t want to deal with them (their words on Facebook because you know they think teachers are babysitters).
If you are sick, keep your ass at home!
#flu#covid#covid 19#rsv#sick#sickness#sick baby#sick kids#people#life#real life#rn#registered nurse#emergency department#nurse
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The Bear is sick.
cover doesn't belong to me.
Rating:
General Audiences
Archive Warning:
Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Category:
Gen
Fandoms:
Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga
Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types
Relationship:
Edward Elric & Roy Mustang
Characters:
Edward Elric
Roy Mustang
Mrs. Hanna
Additional Tags:
Parental Roy Mustang
soft Roy Mustang
caring Roy mustang
Roy Mustang loves children
Foster Parent Roy Mustang
Foster Care
Edward Elric is a child here
Edward Elric needs love
Hurt Edward Elric
Sick Edward Elric
Sickfic
Bedtime Stories
Chicken Soup
Head pats
I think there was a kiss too? Don't remember
Been while since I wrote this haha
Asshole CPS worker
hinted Royai
yesss
also
This was like written in February
And it’s so tiny
But enjoy tiny stuff and love them
Just like you love Eddie Elric
Who speaks like a person who doesn't know English the poor baby
He came from an abusive home
Aka HO WAS AN ABUSIVE MAN
ha
Also the story they read is a childhood book that my mama read to me when I was a just a tiny girl
Fluffy with tiny Angst
Happy Ending
Summary:
“ Da bear... sick.”
“ huh?”
“ Da... Beaher Ss sick.”
“Okay, chum! get comfortable.” Roy fixed his position to be closer to Ed and took a hold of the big book, “ The Bear is Sick.” he read the title before he opened the first page.
Or!
Roy Mustang decided one morning to be a foster parent, and tonight he is taking care of his five year old sick foster child.
Hi guys! 💖
Posting this here to give a little shoutout to my stories haha. My story, The Bear Is Sick is heavily inspired by the storybook “ the bear feels sick.” ( or The Bear Is Ill in some Countries)
Growing up, my Mama used to read me and my siblings story books, and this book was one of them, and since I could remember, I was always mesmerized by its wonderful water coloring like illustrates, and it’s sweet story.
Around October last year I was cleaning our library when I found this book and got inspired, I doodled few drawing and in February I wrote little Edward owning the book.
This silly cute draft was sitting in my noted app, till the end of June, where I finished it up and posted it on the first of July!
My story is short, being less than 3k words, but it is one of the most loved ones that I have posted this year! In my fic, I kinda of scratched the surface of the situation that, unfortunately, a lot of kids and teens will go through. I am not a fostered child and never experienced it, I have built it based on my researched facts and the stuff my online friend told me about her experience.
Remember, if you can help those teens and kids, please do! Donations ( money, clothes, bags, food, whatever you can!) can make a human’s life better. If you can't give them something physically then give them a prayer and if you weren't a believer then just send them some good thoughts.
( um, if you can leave a comment? 👀 because, like, we All have a very hard life and I kinda want something to make me smile? 🫣 i swear I am not this petty usually but oh well)
See ya at Ao3, peeps 🫡❤️💖
#ao3 fanfic#edward elric#fmab#papa roy#parental royed#roy mustang#parental roy#adoption#Sick baby#fluff#happy ending#Fma#fanfic#Validation#Child Edward#Roy loves his kid#Foster care#Help people if you can#Please#Bear feels sick#Bear is sick
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