multiple mcs x sylus does anyone hear me!??????!!! random mission made you split into different versions of you. a bratty one, a shy one, and an overly seductive confident one. will sylus be able to handle them all?
iâm listening. đ«
he would have to deal with the bratty one, enable her behaviour and not give in too much, while also takinf care of the shy one and consoling her that everything is fineee hhdhdj and meanwhile, during all that heâs just hard for the confident one- (or all of them)
When youâre sick, Wednesday âbegrudginglyâ takes care of you.
Youâre her partner in crime, you need to get better as soon as possible. Thatâs why she went out of her way to make you home made chicken noodle soup, and because she wanted to practice her slicing skills. No other reason at all.
Luckily, her immune system is as solid as a grave stone, so you can basically use her as an ice pack to keep your overly flushed body cool. Sheâs like your cuddly corpse.
Wednesday has always disliked touch, but with you? She doesnât mind. You know her boundaries and youâve always respected them.
Besides, she quite likes it when you curl yourself into her, head resting on her chest. It fills her little black heart with disgusting ooey gooey love. Sheâs miserable. She loves it and you.
If youâre being a brat and not taking the medicine, she will threaten to withhold your daily dose of Wednesday kisses - that always gets you to take the pills or be spoon fed that gross liquid.
Oh, how you adore your girlfriend doting on you in her own special way.
Like going to the store to get more medicine when youâve taken it all and fighting five different people because its flu season and thereâs only one box of high dosage flu and cold left. Wednesday does not care if she made the random grandmother cry, her darling sparrow is coughing so much the she herself can barely sleep.
Maybe while sheâs out sheâll get you something cuddle while sheâs gone. Just a sweet gift to cheer you up. You like those⊠squishmallows, right? Well, this black cat one has your name written all over it. Even if she did snatch it right in front of a child who was pointing at it to get their mother to buy it with their obnoxious cries.
Making you tea is something easy enough to do, sheâll put on the kettle she got from Enid while starting up her coffee machine. Even if you hate tea, she will insist you drink it.
There is no arguing with Wednesday, sheâll stare you down until youâre six feet under. Oh, how that stare brings butterflies to your tummy.
And so, you drink your tea and she drinks her coffee while reading through the morningâs newspaper, looking for any weird occurrences.
When youâre sick, she basically prefers to do next to everything for you. Acts of service is her love language, she canât help it. Youâre very weak and vulnerable right now, she views it as an absolute privilege to still be allowed by your side.
She runs you a bath, joins you in it, and even softly washes and rinses your hair. Maybe she sneaks a kiss or two in.
Her nimble fingers massaging your muscles that are tensed from laying in bed all day.
Nighttime has to be your new favorite when sick, though.
Because here you are, curled up with her and sheâs curled up with you. She holds you as if she wants to protect you from all the dangers of the world or from sudden possession.
