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i'm in the bus rn and this hot ass dilf just started having the worst cough fit which led to him sneezing at the end. he keeps having these fits. i'm literally so turned on rn..
This was requested by @weirdthingweee they were previously very sick, so they requested this. I am happy to report that they seem to be back in full health. I hope they enjoy this story 😊
"Whumpee, are you still up?", Caretaker knocked gently on the door as they quietly peaked in.
Whumpee's arms wrapped under their chin as a pillow as they rested their head on the desk.
"My poor Whumpee, this test has wore you out", Caretaker sighed as they looked over the stack of books surrounding Whumpee, "you worry me."
Whumpee made a disturbed snore before looking up.
"Извини (sorry)", Whumpee blinked slowly, "у меня сильная мигрень (I have a terrible headache)."
"And you're not feeling well either, or starting to not feel well", Caretaker sighed.
"How can you tell?", Whumpee sighed tiredly.
"You started speaking in Russian... always a good sign that something is coming", Caretaker closed one of the books, "plus, I did warn you about staying up late to study. You're only stressing your body out more. Your immune system is getting compromised."
"I'm sorry", Whumpee whispered.
"Come on, let's go to bed. The books can wait for a little while", Caretaker helped Whumpee up from the chair.
"Caretaker....he... По.. Помощь (help)!"
Caretaker was already jumping from their bed. One thing with Whumpee is that they puke very loudly.
"I'm here... I'm here", Caretaker hurried into the bathroom.
"It... mmm, I barely made it to the toilet", Whumpee groaned, "I don't feel good at all."
"I can see that", Caretaker nodded, "do you have any more coming out."
Whumpee nodded and quickly turned to throw up again. They gasped for air as they looked back up at Caretaker.
Caretaker reached for a washcloth and wiped Whumpee's face when they had finished.
"I... don't... feel... good", Whumpee struggled.
It was a long night for both of them. Whumpee ended up sleeping on the bathroom floor. The cold tile felt good on their feverish skin. Caretaker leaned up against the wall, just outside of the bathroom.
Whumpee struggled to their desk.
"Куда ты идешь? (where are you going?)", Caretaker followed them.
"Uhm... Изучение? (Studying)", Whumpee questioned.
"You just spent half the night throwing up; you are going to bed", Caretaker pointed to the bed.
"The test?", Whumpee whimpered.
"Whumpee.... bed", Caretaker said sternly.
Whumpee whined but slowly went to the bed.
"I'm doing this for your own good Whumpee", Caretaker pulled the blankets aside, "trust me."
Whumpee nodded as they settled in, "I'm just.... this test is.... I'm not ready for this."
"I know", Caretaker gently petted Whumpee's sweaty hair, "but we have to worry about your health too. Let me take care of you."
Whumpee nodded.
Whumpee moaned when Caretaker came in.
"Is it getting worse?", Caretaker set a bowl down.
"Mmm-yhmmm", Whumpee looked up slowly, "you don't expect me to eat right now, do you?"
"I do, even just a few bites. You have an empty stomach right now, and the medicine I have for you will make you feel worse if you take it without food", Caretaker sat on the side of the bed, "I made you white rice with chicken broth mixed in. Just a few bites, but eat as much as you like. I also ordered ginger ale to help your nausea."
Whumpee pouted, "I don't want to move. Moving makes it worse."
"You can eat like this", Caretaker reached for the bowl, "come on, the sooner you get better, the sooner you can get back to the books."
"That sounds just as miserable", Whumpee mumbled.
Caretaker scooped up some rice and held it in front of Whumpee's mouth.
"Mmm", Whumpee grumbled as they took a bite.
"Good job" Caretaker praised them.
Whumpee perked up with the praise and willingly took another bite.
"Good job" Caretaker smiled
Whumpee sighed, "can I have a drink?"
Caretaker reached for the cup and held it for Whumpee to drink.
"You were thirsty", Caretaker smiled as they watched the cup empty, "I'll get you more ginger ale if you like. It looks like you need water as well."
Whumpee nodded, "can I at least look at my notes while I lay here. I'll probably fall asleep within a few minutes. I want to feel like I'm doing something, at least."
"I'll let you", Caretaker stood, "let's take some medicine, and a few more bites of this. I'll leave you to it."
Whumpee looked up from their notes when Caretaker came back in.
"More ginger ale and water for my sick Whumpee", Caretaker smiled.
"Спасибо (thanks)", Whumpee blinked slowly.
"You're getting sleepy again", Caretaker started to reach for the notes, "you need to rest. Отдыхать (sleep)."
"I know, this is the worst time to get sick", Whumpee didn't fight as the papers were pulled from their fingers.
"I know, and I'm sorry", Caretaker whispers as Whumpee's eyes grow more tired, "I'll get you to feeling better before you know it. Then you can go ace your exam like I know you will."
Whumpee smiled weakly, "you have a lot of faith in me", they whispered.
"Of course I do", Caretaker petted Whumpee's hair before setting a cool damp cloth on Whumpee's forehead.
Whumpee moaned in relief.
"I'm about to go to sleep", Whumpee sighed.
"I can see that", Caretaker smiled, "get some rest... you deserve it. Спокойной ночи (good night)."
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all I'm doing today is laying in bed and sketching and watching mark/jack
Alive, but at what the cost?

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Little thingy I dunno. With Shane cause he’s bbg
Shane felt like death. Literally, he was at his wits end today. After a long gruelling day at Joja mart dealing with Morris’ yelling demands and rude customers he was exhausted. Than gus’ closed the saloon because he’s added some new varnish and it needs to dry? Really?! He can’t believe it. Pierre’s is closed, the next closest shop is in zuzu city and as if he’s gonna drive all that damn way to get drunk. The carsickness wasn’t worth it. Getting home and going to grab some cold pizza from the fridge he found himself rather lucky with a few old cans of cheap crappy beer stashed away and pumkin ale from last autumn. His mood brightened and he grabbed both the pizza and the drinks. His day was turning around.
At least it was. It was 1 am. Dark and summer rain beat down outside but it was nothing over the noise of his belly. Turned out old beer and ale with day old pizza was NOT a good combo. It had tasted so good going down. The cold cheese and sauce washing away bitter tangs of beer and the slight spice of pumpkin from his mouth. His drunken Brain just scarfing the slices down without a care in the world. He’d needed this all damned day he wasn’t gonna go halves on it. But laying there now, stomach painful and bloated, cramping and loudly churning with nausea, ever gurgle every rumble squeezing tightly and he couldn’t help but let out a few wet burps able to taste his mistakes. He could only whine and wriggle on his bed, moving to much made his nausea worsen ten fold and each burp felt risky. Stomach sloshing with every movement and rumbling like deep thunder. In his drunken haze he pulled his shirt up lazily over the swell of his gut placing his hands against the warm soft flesh his fingertips felt a bit cold which made him shiver. Lazily and with no coordination he rubbed at his belly trying to get it to settle. He was tired but like hell he could sleep like this. Every passing second felt worse and worse and he could feel the nausea creeping up his throat but damn it his belly hurt to much to move. So he laid there, fighting it down as the night drew on until finally, from sheer exhaustion and the warmth of alcohol coursing through his blood he dozed off. Snoring and drooling his hands still atop his belly as it continued to complain fiercely. He’d definitely feel that in the morning.
Not again
Trigger warnings: emeto, medication
Sickie: Hyunjin
Caregiver: Changbin, Seungmin, Bang Chan
A pretty cool idea given by @eternal-stay
Hyunjin isn't feeling well, but the antibiotics he has to take doesn't make it better...
Wilbur Whateley headcanons
Neither him or the rest of The Whateley House are completely sure of him or his brother’s sex. They just made an educated guess, and Wilbur identifies as a boy anyways, so no problem.
Wilbur knows how to knit and cook from helping Lavinia out around the house. (I believe she canonically has albinism, therefore likely has bad vision.)
Lavinia is ‘Ma’ and Old Whateley is ‘grandfather,’ to both the boys.
Wilbur forages and fishes, though not in the traditional way. His unusual body makes him a super strong swimmer, so he can often catch some by swimming in local bodies of water.
Wilbur practically lived in the barn with his brother after Lavinia died. Literally only left for food for a long time.
I saw someone headcanon that he plays the banjo, and yes.
He is extremely heterosexual, but when you live the life he has, you are willing to accept anyone. He’s kind of accepted his lot in life as a lonely bachelor though.
He really wishes he could go to college and become a biologist, but his circumstances make that next to impossible.
He has an extremely strong immune system. He got a mild cold once, and was super confused. Lavinia was super worried, and basically swaddled him in blankets for a few days.