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(CW: Emeto subject matter below the cut)

Whumpee ignores Caretaker’s advice about staying in bed and after a few steps, they collapse. An annoyed but gentle Caretaker lifts them back into bed. They chide Whumpee as they press the back of their hand against Whumpee’s forehead, then their palm on Whumpee’s throat. “You’re burning up,” The tell Whumpee. Whumpee tries to bat away the thermometer when Caretaker tries to take their temperature. Caretaker tells them they’re being a child and to open their mouth. Whumpee mutters that they feel fine, but complies. Their congestion makes it difficult for them to keep their mouth closed around the thermometer. The higher the number on the thermometer’s display climbs, the deeper Caretaker’s frown becomes. More pills. More insistence that they stay the hell in bed. They would this time. Whumpee turns on their side as they cough; it’s a wet, unpleasant sound. Caretaker leaves for a moment and comes back with some vap-o-rub. Their expression is stern, but their fingers are gentle as they rub the ointment over Whumpee’s chest and throat.

(In a fantasy/medieval setting.) Whumpee is suffering from an illness, and though they’ve been pushing on and on in their journey, they and Caretaker finally have to stop. After Caretaker settles Whumpee on a bedroll and covers them, they build a fire. Whumpee shivers as they clutch the furs they’re buried beneath. They are ashamed that they’re too weak to so much as help. Even the flames are not enough to prevent the chills that are wracking their body. Caretaker lifts Whumpee’s head and presses a water skin to  their mouth and encourages them to drink. They blink in gratitude when Caretaker wipes away the water that spilled on their chin. Caretaker positions themself so that Whumpee can rest their head in their lap and Whumpee focuses on the comfortable, familiar sounds of snapping  embers, the nickering of their horses, and Caretaker’s voice. They begin to drift as Caretaker’s fingers toy with their hair.  

Whumpee is from a different species/time/dimension. They contract a human disease that they’re woefully unprepared to deal with. Worse yet, they’re separated from Caretaker when they collapse in a very public way. They’re aware of the clamoring around them and as they fade in and out of consciousness, they're aware of being moved to a bustling, brightly lit place. They try to struggle away, but they’re so weak and statements like “We’re going to take care of you,” do nothing to calm them. They’re scared and confused and where is Caretaker?! They lose consciousness but when they wake up, Caretaker -the only person they’ve come to trust - is there with a cool hand on their forehead and a relieved smile. Whumpee listens as Caretaker explains their ailment and the treatment. Whumpee relaxes, then looks from the IV in the back of their hand, and back up to Caretaker. They ask when they can go home.

Whumpee’s temperature is 104° when Caretaker bundles them into the car and takes them to the ER. Their clothing seems to cling to them, but it fails to do anything about the chills wracking their body. They’re unfocused and grouchy and emotional as Caretaker answers the nurse’s questions for them. Whumpee snaps at Caretaker for doing so, but immediately they tear up as they apologize. They’re sorry. They’re just so tired and miserable! Caretaker gently cups Whumpee’s face in their hands and promises it’s okay. Whumpee feels even more weighed down by guilt; their outburst is rewarded with understanding and kindness. They apologize again as someone presses a cup of ice chips into their hands. When the nurse leaves, Caretaker tells Whumpee they’re not alone anymore and that they’re allowed to rely on other people.

Just gotta ride this out, kiddo. Caretaker feels a stab of guilt as their own words echo in their mind. They watch their youngest team member laying on the safehouse’s couch, shaking and sweating beneath a pile of blankets. Whumpee’s eyes slide open; there’s no keenness or lucidity there, but Whumpee’s gaze settles on Caretaker. They freeze when Whumpee calls out for a parent. Caretaker tries to snap them out of it, but Whumpee asks for their parent again; their voice cracks this time as they push the covers off of themself. Caretaker kneels down next to Whumpee. “Yeah,” they say as they run their fingers through Whumpee’s hair and hush them. They hate themself for lying like that, but they focus on comforting Whumpee. Whumpee’s eyes grow heavy again and there’s a little smile on their lips as they fall back to sleep. Caretaker pulls the blankets back up to Whumpee’s chin and pats their shoulder. “Sleep tight.”

3 Ships: right now I’ve fallen hopelessly back into destiel and like all the poly ships from spn (especially dean x cas x inias because I’m working on that fic again!!!). And like I still am poking around with jaydick a bit.

Last Song I Listened To: "Hate Me” by Children of Bodom. I’m going through their entire library after Alexi’s passing. I miss you Alexi :(

Currently Watching: Supernatural (again) and Star TreK: Deep Space 9

Currently Reading: "Victor and Nora: A Gotham Love Story” written by Lauren Myracle and art by Isaac Goodhart. Please, I am begging you all, go read the new line of YA graphic novels that DC is putting out. They’re so good.

How's It Going: Pretty sure I’ve been on the precipice of a mental breakdown since sometime in November. At least work is calming down? Maybe? Would be nice if people stopped being complete fucking idiots here so that we could one day loosen restrictions and I could see my parents for longer than standing on their porch and talking through their font door for 3 minutes while I pick up or drop off something. On the bright side, I have 1/6 of an angel food cake slathered in cool whip to eat and that is like super exciting.

Heh, no, I’ll give you this one, it isn’t widely available yet, I didn’t even know about it, it wasn’t in the normal release lists. A friend actually mentioned it to me, having seen an ad that looked gay. :D

Hades: do you believe in life after death?

“So someone asked me what lines I wrote in a fanfic that still make ME laugh. I thought that was a great question, and I want to pose it to all the writers out there.”

Like this is so hard because I have 14 years of fanfic omg.

From: Handcuffs (in which the main characters accidentally get handcuffed together)

“I’m not some sort of super human that can urinate in a toilet several feet away. And unless you’re super human you probably have to go as well”

Man my beta reader and I found this so fucking funny for some reason and honestly I still look back at this fic and this line so fondly.

From: That One Time Autocorrect Was Actually Correct

With those words Castiel swiftly scooped up his phone from the floor and got up. “Yes, everything’s fine. I’ve just been reminded that I have to put the dog in the laundry- I mean walk the dishes.” At seeing the increasingly alarmed looks of his family members Castiel paused for a moment to compose himself. “What I meant to say is that I suddenly remembered that I’d promised to check in on my classmate’s dog while they are away for the weekend. And that I have to do some cleaning around the house.” He slowly began to inch towards the foyer so he could make his escape.

I will never not find characters mixing up their phrases while flustered funny.

From: I Can’t Get Bi Without You

“Sam, as in the grad student that is essentially the embodiment of a couple dozen puppies transformed into an extremely tall man with majestic hair?” 

This is my favourite description I have ever given of Sam.

From: Tell Me Menorah That Story (this exchange is between Castiel and Inias)

Inias smacked Castiel on the shoulder. “you’re not telling it right.”

“Excuse me? I can tell this story however I want.” Castiel frowned and smacked Inias back.

“No, you have to tell Dean about Meg and the wedding.

“I do not have to talk about that wedding. I would prefer to-”

“But the wedding is important! Without it-”

“When we talk about the chlamydia story do we bring up how you were crying to-”

“God why would you bring up the chlamydia? I was just trying to say that maybe Dean needs to know about the wedding because-”

“That you were crying to Alanis Morisette-”

“My fucking fiancé left me right before Christmas, of course-”

“But really, Alanis Morisette? Why not those emo bands you-”

“Babe!” Dean yelled. Both of his boyfriends shot him twin unimpressed looks. “Babes?” Their frowns deepened. “Ok, so we should probably move on from this before somebody winds up dead.” Both Inias and Castiel sighed and nodded their heads. With a bit of a triumphant smile Dean said, “So, there was a wedding that may or may not have been important…”

omg I love writing bickering. This was the first time I got to do that in a long time.

From: If You Ketch My Drift

Dean snorted and rolled his eyes. “Anyway. So Cas was my +1 to this party because nobody else would go and I didn’t want to be stuck with fucking Ketch all night. By the end of the night we were just standing around with Ketch and all of a sudden fucking Jerald T. Milanich walks up to us. Like I didn’t even know he was gonna be there – hey stop fucking laughing Jo, he’s a big deal ok – so he introduces himself and I manage to say my name right which was honestly pretty impressive. So anyway since I’m nervous I start to babble and I decide to introduce Cas and I even get his name right and it’s just all going so great that I decide to introduce Ketch as well.” He took a deep breath to calm himself and maybe hopefully do something about the blush that was rapidly growing on his cheeks. “And then I fucking say ‘and this is my colleague, Art Ketchup’.” 

Honesstly this fic had so many great lines??? But the fucking Art Ketchup has been killing me for months now.

I hope you had a great dayyyy!!!

~@henlex

Thank you!!!!! And I did. It was nice and quiet and I didn't have to go to work so that was the best present. 💕💕💕💕💕