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you’re burning up and still asking for kisses?

Description: KK pushes herself until she can’t. Kayleigh is the one who catches her before she hits the ground—and doesn’t leave her side after.

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i love them

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If your kids are trick or treating don't forget to attach lights and reflectors to their costumes and buckets/bags. Also,

FUCKING GO WITH THEM.

I don't give a damn how safe your neighborhood is. Pieces of shit who hurt children sit beside you in your places of worship, your job, your friend group, your town hall meetings, your bus, your local stores, you don't know. The fact is you don't know. Do not let your children run around alone. I'm telling you this as someone who has nearly been abducted in my own backyard in a nice neighborhood more than once growing up. Teach your children stranger danger. Teach your children street safety. Be SAFE not SORRY.

DO NOT LEAVE YOUR CHILDREN ALONE.

#Halloween #trick or treat #Trick or treating #Children #Kids #Parenting #Care taking #Babysitting

Stay Like This

A Biziil x Meeko Snz Fic

⚠️Content Warning⚠️

Snz Fic, Contagion, Care taking, Fluff,

Description: Biz and Meeko are at home enjoying a night in while Connie works overtime. Meeko has been slowly coming down with something and it starts rapidly presenting itself, leaving her large Bear boyfriend to tend to her aching needs.

Based loosely off this prompt

Imagine it with me Your faves, together, cuddling on the couch. A is in a semi-upright position, back to the arm of the couch. B is in thei

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My housemate is in great amounts of pain which is unfortunate and sad but I'm feeling very fulfilled taking care of them so that's cool.

#housemate tag #service sub #service top #acts of service #care taking #this perfectly scratches my urge to fawn over someone and make them feel better

Around the World in 80 Days 1x05

#around the world in 80 days #around the world in 80 days david tennant #phileas fogg #poisoned #care taking #whump

Please take care of me! Think boys who are usually emotionally unavailable or unobservant taking care of their sick s/o. I think we could all use a bit of fluff with what's going on in the world right now. Kirisaki please!

FURUHASHI KŌJIRŌ: You wonder why Furuhashi refused to open the curtains this morning when you asked for sunlight. You've been under the weather for nearly two weeks and the last thing you want is to be trapped beneath a colorless ceiling when the clouds outside have finally let their ghosts burn up in the sun. You haven't seen Furuhashi for an hour and you decide that now is as good a time as any to sneak out of bed and peek outside. You're halfway to the window when Furuhashi clears his throat from somewhere behind you, making you visibly jump and cry out. You turn around and he holds his hand out to you, an inscrutable look on his face. You think about ignoring him for making your pulse skip into overdrive but hastily accept his hand in lieu of potential conflict. Furuhashi leads you out to the backyard where a blanket is stretched out on the lawn, right between the lavender and Chinese snowball shrubs. You sit down on the quilt his mother gave you for your last birthday and watch Furuhashi take his place across from you. He opens a basket to reveal two sliced loaves of freshly baked bread, an array of flavored jams and various kinds of butters, two beverages, and a stack of napkins. He wastes no time and begins to dole out the items as you turn your head up toward the rays coming through the maple trees. “I didn't know what else to do,” Furuhashi tells you as he hands you a piece of bread complete with butter and jam. You take the snack and Furuhashi promptly licks the sticky remains of jam from his fingers. “I know that you're tired of being inside so I thought I'd give you a break while turning the outdoors into something...special.” Furuhashi has never been good with words that describe his emotions, but as he begins decorating another piece of bread, you forget about the sun and stare at the boy framed in hibiscus flowers instead. HANAMIYA MAKOTO: You spend the better half of the morning arguing with Hanamiya about how it's not your fault that you've developed a cough. The elevated pitch of your voice only makes you hack harder and aids in increasing Hanamiya's already heightened state of impatience. He leaves the house with a string of expletives on his lips and his thick eyebrows drawn together in an expression of annoyance. You find yourself walking an edge of equal frustration and storm into the bathroom for a long soak that you hope will calm your frazzled nerves, and if you're lucky enough, help you feel a bit better. It's not long, however, before you hear the door slam and something unintelligible in Hanamiya's voice. You sigh and think about drowning yourself in bubbles and bath salts but the bathroom door comes open and your anger spills over the frame of deliberation and into a well of opposition. You prepare yourself for another argument despite the exhaustion overtaking the very marrow in your bones, but Hanamiya's expression has softened and there's something like consideration carved into his inherently sharp features. He tells you to meet him in the living room and leaves the bathroom without closing the door behind him. You consider defying him but he's piqued your interest, so you climb out of the tub and into a fluffy bathrobe. “Sit down on the couch,” Hanamiya tells you when you enter the room. You heed his command, albeit a bit skeptical, but as soon as you're seated, Hanamiya wraps you in a warm blanket. “There's cold medicine, cough drops, and tissues in the bag next to you.” He unwraps a piece of chocolate and feeds it to you, his eyes as warm as the confection that's melting on his fingers. Then he sits down and pulls your favorite childhood book out from behind a cushion. “I'm going to read you a story, so just sit there quietly and focus on getting healthy.” HARA KAZUYA: You haven't seen Hara since you've come down with a cold, and though you understand him not wanting to get sick, you're a bit lonely without him around. You miss spending cold nights in his warm arms, the sound of his voice when he tells you wild stories from his childhood, and the way his fingers feel when he's stroking your hair. You tell yourself that it's due in part to the fact that you're unwell but you miss him now more than ever. You think about calling him over but you're almost afraid to hear another flimsy excuse justifying why he can't make it. What's worse, is that being sick gives you more time to think, and more rumination means conjuring up the worst possible reasons for his absence. You try to discard your negative thoughts but it's not an easy feat considering Hara's been physically neglecting you for days. Your lungs feel weak from trying to reach him, which is implausible considering you haven't spoken to him in over twenty-four hours. You wonder if you've become as lovesick as you are unhealthy but a knock on your front door forestalls the consideration. You shuffle over to the door, and before you can call out to who's on the other side, the ceaseless knocking tells you that it's Hara. You unlock the door and tug it open to reveal the purple-haired boy, the sun at his back, and a halo of light encircling his head. “Mornin'!” he beams, almost brighter than the star itself. He fits himself between where you're standing and the doorframe. “I have something for you.” You close the door and turn to look at him with an expression of confusion written across your face. Hara, on the other hand, looks as unaltered as ever, even if you can't see his eyes. He thrusts his hands out toward you, and held firmly between his fingers, is a CD. “I'm too broke to afford modern electronics but I wrote the songs on here myself. I did all the drumming too. I hope it cheers you up if nothing else.” SETO KENTARŌ: You wake in the morning to the smell of freshly brewed coffee beans. You're surprised you can smell at all when you observe the tower of used tissues in the wastebasket by your side of the bed. You begin to sniffle as if seeing the crumpled waste jogs your memory, and you consider shoving what's left in the tissue box up your nostrils. You shuffle out of bed and make your way into the kitchen, a tickle scratching at the back of your throat. Seto's eyes are trained on the pot of coffee in his hand as he carefully pours the caramel-colored liquid into your favorite mug. He sets the carafe aside and lifts his head to meet your watery gaze.

You open your mouth to greet him but the dry sensation in the back of your throat breaks into a full-bodied cough. Seto is at your side as quick as a heartbeat, a reassuring hand pressed against the base of your spine. He runs his fingers through your hair and waits for the coughing fit to subside. It's a gesture more suited to someone who's purging but it's comforting all the same. When he's sure that your breathing has returned to normal, he opens up all the curtains and windows to offer you sunlight and fresh air. Then he grabs the two mugs of coffee and carries them over to where you're sitting. “I made mine extra strong so I can stay up longer,” he says, and it's obvious that he's fighting back a yawn. You look down at your cup and frown when you recall the time you tried one of Seto's extra-strong brews. Seto notices your expression and laughs. “Don't worry. I made yours traditionally. You won't go into a coma or suffer a heart attack if you drink it all. I want you to get better, not worse. Now, all we have to do is figure out what's on the agenda for today. You get to decide but know that if I get sick, I expect you to take care of me.” YAMAZAKI HIROSHI: Not twenty minutes after your alarm goes off, you can hear Yamazaki's voice carry down the hall and into your room. He's singing an American rock song despite knowing only a handful of lyrics as he bangs something around in the likeness of an instrument, though with much less grace. You shake your head and think about taking a shower when you smell the familiar notes of something cooking. The scent is less fragrant than it would be if you could breathe normally but it stirs the hunger in you nevertheless. You decide to shower later and make your way into the kitchen. You find Yamazaki standing behind the stove when you enter the room. He's wearing your apron and a backward baseball cap, using the wooden spoon in his hand to drum a beat out against the counter. Yamazaki doesn't notice you at first, but when he does, he shoos you back into the bedroom. He leaves no room for argument and you don't put up much of a fight. You turn around and make your way back to your room, more than happy to climb back into bed. You make a wall of pillows against the headboard and try to find something to watch while you wait for Yamazaki's next instruction. “Okay, you better eat up because after breakfast we're gonna have ourselves a battle!” Yamazaki chimes as he enters the room, sounding more like a comic book character than a warrior. He hands you a plate of food that looks as delicious as it smells and carefully settles into the empty space at your side. “I got up early just so I could pick out some new games for us to try. You might be stuck at home but that doesn't mean that you have to suffer through it.” Yamazaki takes a big bite of food and swallows faster than you can chew. “'Sides, being with me will make you feel better in no time.”