Levi when you’re Sick
When you get sick you don’t have to buy any medicine because the cabinet is stocked full with them, courtesy of Levi.
When you get sick, you expect for Levi to avoid you like the plague but he actually does the opposite. However, you know this man is disinfecting everything. He won’t do it when you’re around, he doesn’t want you to feel guilty.
You’re a little embarrassed but you do get a little more clingy when you’re sick, and Levi knows this. If he can, he’ll take the day off to take care of you. That or he’ll work from home, working on his laptop as you’re in and out of sleep next to him on the bed, snuggling into his side.
When it’s necessary for him to be at work he’ll make sure everything is set up for you before he leaves. You’ll wake up to the following text: “Ordered soup. It’s on the counter. Eat it before you take the meds.”
You’ll also get texts throughout the day reminding you to take care of yourself - “Drink water. It’s important for you to stay hydrated.”, “It’s 1pm, remember to take your medicine.”, “Put a wet cloth on your forehead.”
He’ll make tea for you consistently. He’ll definitely make sure the tea you’re drinking has medicinal properties. You’ll involuntarily scrunch up your nose at the taste of one of the teas and immediately regret it, not wanting Levi to feel bad. “What, you don’t like it?” He’ll ask. “No, no it’s fine.” You’ll say quickly before taking another sip, forcing yourself to smile even though the tea is revolting. Levi will chuckle, playfully rolling his eyes. “Give me the tea. I’ll make you a different one.”
When you’re both about to watch something together you sit on the opposite on the couch since you know how Levi feels about germs. Five minutes into what you’re both watching, Levi catches your attention and tells you to sit next to him, lifting up his arm as a gesture for you to come cuddle. “But what if you get sick?” You sniffle, knowing how he feels about germs. “Come. Here.”
At night he’ll rub vapor rub on your chest and back. “How does that feel?” He’ll ask as he massages you. You’ll sigh happily in response, closing your eyes at the soothing feeling. “Good.” He’ll murmur.
He’ll check your temperature on a consistent basis. “We need to get this fever down.” He’ll mumble to himself if your temperature is too high, gently taking the thermometer out of your mouth before he goes to get more medicine.
Levi doesn’t care when he gets sick but he hates when you get sick. Although he knows it’s silly, he gets frustrated that he can’t take away your sickness. He has to watch you struggle and there’s not much he can do about it besides what he already does.
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i wish i could stop thinking about bad buddy for two seconds but anyway i Love how pran just cannot resist pat. yeah he playfully resists to flirt with pat, but his eyes (and dimples) are always daring pat to keep pushing his buttons. he may walk away, but pran eventually lets pat reel him into the romcom every time. he's getting courted he's initiating bets/debts he's enthusiastically participating in the "first one to fall in love loses" competition. pat's got every trope in his back pocket but pran's been writing love songs for him since high school. "forbidden fruit is the sweetest" as he says. it was irresistible like happiness was choosing him
the point is pran "we know how it's going to end, isn't it better not to start at all?" parakul played right into the role he knows leads to tragedy because the happiness was too profound to deny. and the tragedy does crash around them, he wasn't wrong. the worst thing that could happen happens (and then it keeps happening, the dull unending tragedy of the closet, shielding their relationship from parents who already know about it). it's a tragedy but it's not the ending. not for pat "we can't let it end like this" napat and the love of his life!! their story ends on a happy note. imagine telling episode 5 pran the honeymoon comes after the tragic nosedive. anyway this post got away from me. love wins
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Loved the Asterin x cottage-core girlfriend fic!
it’d be great with you could write Asterin x cottage-core reader x Elide where reader ends up getting injured due to one of the animals around her cottage and Elide and Asterin are both tending to her (even though reader assured them both she can handle herself). All the fluff please!
cinnamon
Asterin x Reader x Elide
Summary: Reader gets injured, and Elide and Asterin insist on taking care of her.
Warnings: minor injury, some blood, fluff, not proofread very well
A/N: I love this idea! I promise I tried to make it fluffy. also the injury is based on a true story
You were a bit distracted that morning, maybe weren’t paying as much attention as you usually do while milking, forgot to tug more gently, and Cinnamon landed a nice kick - right in your left eye, sending you flying back. You heard your nose crack the slightest bit, knowing a bit of blood would be dripping down, and prayed you don’t have a concussion.
“Gods damned it” You cursed at the goat, gathering your breath. You glared at the goat who seemed very satisfied with her work, before digging her face back into her feed bucket. You huffed, ignoring the temporary pain before resuming, you couldn’t let her win this battle or she’d keep doing it, every day. “Be nice,” you warned her, and crouched at angle that kept your face out of striking range.
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“Who did that?” Elide asked, loudly, as you entered. Asterin froze and you could see the temper rising in her eyes. The bloodlust.
“I’ll kill them.” She hissed.
“You can’t kill Cinnamon.” You set the pail up on the counter and leaned back against it, twisting your head to look in the mirror. Your eye was bruised and swollen, turning a lovely shade of purple.
They both approached to inspect it, looking closely - fingers drifting over your face. “I can handle it,” you insisted. You’d dealt with this before - back when you’d first gotten the goat, and it took some time to adjust to her temper. You moved towards the cabinet, heading to grab some salve, but Elide laid a gentle hand on your shoulder, stopping you.
“Shut up,” Asterin warned, narrowing her eyes - not at you, at the injury.
“You can’t eat her. Or feed her to Narene.” You emphasized, knowing exactly what she was thinking. She scowled but didn’t say anything else, instead telling Elide to grab a few things. The woman looked amused, but followed the witch's instructions.
“I need to set this,” Asterin murmured. You looked at her own nose, slightly crooked from the time Manon broke it - she proudly wore it as a badge of honor.
“And if I don’t want you to?” You teased.
“It could affect your breathing if you don’t.” Elide cut in, and that settled it - Asterin would fix it whether you wanted her to or not.
You still yelped slightly at the crack, but Elide had squeezed your hand.
“You’re fine,” Asterin said softly, and started dabbing at the blood trickling from your nose. Elide shoved her out of the way, saying it was her turn. You fought back a laugh at the two of them, squabbling over who gets to take care of you.
Elide’s fingers were incredibly gentle as she rubbed a small salve across your cheek, but she still frowned every time you winced. “Teach me how to milk her. Tomorrow.”
“No.” You and Asterin replied at the same time, and she glared at both of you. The woman huffed, but thankfully left it alone for now.
The two of them acted like you’d been slashed in half for the rest of the day, refusing to let you do even the smallest of things. “I’m not on my deathbed.” You muttered, but winced as the sun shifted, casting a glow on the room. Asterin noticed, of course, and quickly shut the curtains.
“You have a concussion.” Her eyes quickly examined you, looking for any potential injuries she might have missed. Maybe there’s something in a witch’s blood that makes them extra fussy? Or it could just be their nature. You slept carefully encased between the two of them that night, your head buried in Elide’s chest, arm thrown over her waist, Asterin’s chest pressed against your back. They woke you up every few hours. Much to your irritation.
“Just let me sleep,” you groaned after the second time.
“Sleep now, love.” Asterin kissed a spot on your shoulder.
“Not what I meant.” You mumbled, but Elide ran careful and gentle fingers through your hair, and you quickly found yourself falling back asleep.
Elide had sweet talked one of your neighbors into taking care of the goats for the rest of the week, telling them to keep the milk - you gave most of it away anyway, so it wasn’t a big loss. But after five days - three days too long in your opinion, you convinced them you were fine. More like you put your foot down.
Still, Asterin glared at Cinnamon the next morning, throughout the entire process, and to your surprise the goat behaved perfectly.
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