#oc rosen

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saw people were making their ocs with this picrew and i miss my boys too much to not participate

If u have ocs plz try it, i wanna see 👀

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OC sick!fic (Rosen)

This shit is long and full of snz. You were warned

Marcus, Rosen and Mallum were sitting at the table in the café, relaxing from the long day or work and university (well, Marcus only for that one). Mallum was hesitant to join them, but he slipped on some clothes and a beanie to cover his small horns and he was pretty passable for a human, just pretty hairy. Marcus was finishing up a humorous story of an event that happened on campus.

“So the two girls start screaming at each other about the stupid obsession they have over…oveh…Hih-hishOO! Ugh, bless me.” Marcus groaned and used the crumpled napkin in his hand to rub at his chapped nose. “I’m sorry you two. I swear I’m feeling better…EXT-SHOO!!” Marcus sniffled tiredly and took a sip of his hot latte.

“Seriously Mallum, he’s been gross for like 2 weeks now. Our place might as well be a fucking biohazard.” Rosen grumbled and stirred his coffee. It was true. About a week before finals, Marcus came home tired and sniffly. He swore it was just from studying and the cold weather but the next day, Marcus woke up with a small fever and he coughed and sneezed like his life depended on it. He’s had the bug all the way through finals, and he was finally getting better during the winter break. At first, Rosen thought the sickly man was adorable, but now? Now it was just…ew.

Marcus glared at his boyfriend sharply. “I’m sorry, was something that was out of my control annoying you? Sorry I’ve offended you, Cher.” Marcus snapped and wiped his nose again. Rosen rolled his eyes and took a gulp from his drink.

“Just…hurry up and, I dunno, heal or something. Humans are so weak sometimes.” Rosen muttered the last sentence under his breath but Marcus still heard him and gave him a sound kick under the table. Rosen yelped and they glared at each other. Mallum looked back and forth between them, getting uneasy with the rising tension.

“Yeah Ross, he’s kinda nasty,” Mallum ignored Marcus’s squawk and continued. “But lay off of him, alright? It ain’t his fault.” Mallum threw an arm over Marcus’s shoulders and Marcus leaned into him whilst sticking his tongue out at Rosen. Rosen scoffed and finished his coffee.

“Whatever. It’s great to be a supernatural being sometimes. Come on babe, we should get home. I don’t think either of us could handle a third relapse of your cold.” Rosen got up after putting a tip on the table and Marcus grabbed another napkin from the dispenser and held it up to his nose.

“Heis-shoo!! Hep-KSHH!! Ugh…bye Mallum.” Marcus sniffled and gave Mallum the classic kiss on each cheek before walking out with Rosen’s arm around his waist. Mallum waved with a small grin and waited until they weren’t in eyesight and his grin grew into one that resembled the Cheshire cat.

“I finally get to test this new spell. This will be so amusing.” Mallum said to himself and snapped his fingers, the sound giving a little echo.

*******

Meanwhile, Marcus and Rosen were walking to the car when Rosen stopped them.

“Hey. Sorry for…that.” He said awkwardly. Marcus grinned at the uncomfortable man before giving him a sweet kiss.

“I forgive you. Now can we please leave, I’m freezing my ass off!” Marcus exclaimed and hopped into the passenger seat. Rosen huffed fondly and went to follow him before he stopped and gave a full body shudder. Rosen drew his eyebrows together and didn’t notice how his eyes flashed a sickly green color before returning to the normal purple. Standing there for a couple of seconds, Rosen shrugged it off and got into the driver’s seat, rubbing his nose from the very faint tickle.

*******

Marcus and Rosen bustled through the door into their warm apartment, shaking snow off of their selves. Marcus went straight to their bedroom to change while Rosen hung back to remove his wet boots and coat. Rosen went to set his keys on the bar table before shivering and gave a few small coughs. Wait…shivering? Rosen doesn’t shiver. He cupped his hands in front of his mouth and blew a small flume of fire into his hands. Fuck, was it always this cold in here? Rosen walked to the thermostat and adjusted it for the first time ever. Rosen started to head for the bedroom when he stopped, a foreign feeling arising in his face. Wait…was he about to-

“hhHPPTSSHhh!!” Rosen sneezed freely into the air, the blast bending him at the waist. He sat back up, his eyes wide. Rosen felt liquid trickle down one nostril and it was the instinct to sniff it back that startled him more than the actual crap in his nose.

“Bless you! Wait…you can’t say that to a demon. À tes souhaits!” Marcus called from the back. Rosen barely registered his voice and cautiously returned to his trek to the bedroom. Maybe that was just a fluke, a one-time thing. Right?? Entering their bedroom, Rosen walked to the bed and sat down, his mind still going a mile a minute. Marcus was changed into a turtleneck, sweatpants and sweater boots, deciding a shower can wait. He saw Rosen walk in with a blank look on his face but paid it no attention. People zone out, it can happen. However, he was not expecting the sudden sound from Rosen.

“TXSHHuh! ...huhh! ...hhh-TTCHUh!” Rosen sprayed the air in front of him and automatically sniffled again. The room was silent for a few seconds, save for the slightly heavier breaths coming from the tense older man.

“Um… À tes souhaits?” Marcus repeated. Rosen nodded stiffly before grabbing his towel and headed to the bathroom. Marcus stood in the empty room, confused. He’s never heard his boyfriend sneeze before, but it’s normal. Right??

******

Rosen stood in the hot shower, but he still shivered every once in a while. As he lathered himself down, he calculated how he felt. There was an unfamiliar pressure in his head and tickle in his nose. He could feel the…mucus? Leak down his nostrils and throat. Speaking of his throat, it was starting to ache with the rough explosions he kept giving. He know his body was hot, that just came with the demon deal, but it was almost as if his core was cold, instead of fiery hot. Rosen rinsed and turned the water off before stepping out. Deciding to test a theory, he lifted a hand and tried to make fire appear. Instead of a usual flame, a cloud of smoke poofed from his hand.

Okay…okay, what the fuck was wrong with him? Rosen was silent as he robotically got dressed into warm clothes and left his hair slightly damp. He coughed into a fist before rubbing his nose again.

“hhh... hhDCHSHh!” Rosen sniffled and noticed it was becoming slightly more liquidly and harder to breathe through his nose. Deciding to try and sleep it off, he got settled into bed and found it alarmingly easy to fall asleep.

Marcus was on the couch watching trashy reality TV before he heard a sound. Muting the TV, he got up and walked to the bedroom and saw his boyfriend sprawled across his side of the bed, snoring loudly. Marcus quickly grew concerned and walked over to the demon in the bed. Rosen’s nose had a pink hue to it, much like the one on his own and his breaths sounded a little rattled. Was…was Rosen getting sick?? He laid a hand on Rosen’s forehead and found it cool and clammy, almost the opposite from his usual warm skin. Marcus noted that Rosen didn’t even stir when his phone beeped. He pulled it out and saw it was a text from Mallum.

‘Now he knows what it’s like. Ur welcome.’

Then it clicked.

Marcus’s eyes grew wide as he realized what Mallum had done. He could only hope that the demon would have mercy and Rosen would get over this quickly.

******

If Rosen thought he felt weird the night before, he felt absolutely wrecked as he peeled his eyes open this morning. Groaning, he rolled over to feel cold sheets instead of his boyfriend. Rosen sat up, wincing at the pressure shift in his head that caused him to cough into his fist and his nose to tickle again.

“hhhGTTSHh! ...HuhhTXSHhew!... *snnff*”

Marcus walked in from the bathroom, just finishing up with his shower. He had a bounce in his step as he put more comfy clothes on.

“I think I’m finally cleared up, Cher. Which is great because now we can get the holida…” Marcus trailed off as he took in the demon’s appearance. Rosen looked…terrible. He was breathing solely through chapped lips and he was scarily pale. Marcus watched him palm his chest as he coughed; the sound thick and painful. All of the quips he had planned to give Rosen about his first illness flew out the window and he rushed over to his miserable boyfriend. “Cher, are you okay?” he asked with concern. Rosen drew in a shaky breath and sniffled thickly.

“I…I don’t know. I don’t think so. I feel so shitty Mark and I don’t know what’s wrong.” Rosen said stuffily and Marcus noticed with heavy guilt at the fear he noticed in Rosen’s eyes. Deciding to come clean, he took a deep breath to explain Rosen’s situation.

“You might have...a cold? No, let me explain,” Marcus held up a hand as Rosen was beginning to protest. “Mallum decided to...curse you I guess with a human malady. I’m so sorry…” Marcus mumbled. Rosen was exhausted, but he still grew angry at the other demon’s tricks.

“Why the hell do I still associate with that fucking asshole? God, I’m such an idiot.” Rosen grumbled. Marcus wringed his hands together, still feeling as if this was his fault. Rosen placed a cool hand on Marcus’s hands to get his attention. “This isn’t your fault, babe. If anything, you should be saying ‘I told you so!’ over and over again.” Rosen said. Marcus jumped up, a little offended.

“How could I wish this on you? It’s not fun being sick Rosen and no matter how much of an ass you were being, you don’t deserve this. Okay?” Marcus pressed. Rosen paused before nodding and rubbed at his nose, the itch igniting again.

“hh- ...hhESHHhew! ...huhhTTXSHHhew!” His sneezes were taxing on his already weary body and he coughed at the irritation it gave him. All uncovered.

“Ugh. Rosen. Do you not know how to cover your mouth?” Marcus chastised. His scolding was met with a blank look and a thick, disgusting snort as Rosen made the crud go back into his head. Marcus rolled his eyes and left, returning shortly with a box of tissues. “Okay, first of all? Blow your nose. Your body is trying to expel all the excess snot and you’re not helping anybody by leaving it in.” He said, handing Rosen the tissues. Rosen looked confused and plucked a tissue from the box. He held it for a second before there was a hitch in his breath.

“hhhTSSHHhew! ...hhuhESSSHHew!” Rosen sneezed uncovered again, groaned and snorted again. Jesus Christ.

“À tes souhaits. Okay, let’s move on to the second thing. Cover your damn mouth, Rosen. With a tissue, your hand, a sleeve, anything! Just stop contaminating my breathing space. Now, blow your nose.” Marcus repeated. Rosen pouted (adorably, might he add) and brought the tissue to his nose and gave a small experimental blow, the thick and gurgling sound indicated that the process did jack shit. Marcus rolled his eyes again and used his own hands to guide the tissue in Rosen’s hand back to his nose.

“You’re going to do a lot of this darling, so I suggest you get used to it. You need to blow harder than that, come on.” Marcus prompted. Rosen breathed in and blew his nose hard, the tissue quickly filling up. It left him exerted and panting, but at least he was breathing a bit easier. “There, was that so hard?” Marcus teased and tossed the tissue to the bed. Rosen gave a small cough in protest, with turned to a fit of harsh, ruthless coughing. Marcus winced in sympathy and patted Rosen’s back.

“God, Cher, I feel so bad. I hate that you feel this sick. Would you like some tea?” he asked softly while rubbing his thumb across Rosen’s cold cheekbone. Rosen leaned into the touch and nodded gratefully. He jerked his head away, and yanked a tissue from the box.

“hhuhESSSHHew! EHSHHew! ...Hhh- TXSSHHhh! …oww…” Rosen blew his nose and wiped his watering eyes. The small whine of pain shattered Marcus’s heart into a million pieces. He kissed Rosen’s forehead and cheeks, then left to go make his poor sick boyfriend’s tea.

*******

Rosen was curled up on the couch in their living room, his front towards the back of the couch. There was a tissue box squeezed in between the demon and the couch and Rosen was plucking a white sheet from it every so often, whether to cough, sneeze, or attempt to blow his nose. Marcus grew even more concerned when the sickly symphony didn’t seem to be letting up anytime soon.

“hhhTSSHHhew! ...ESSHHew! EHSHHew! ...Hhh- TXSHhh!” Marcus heard a thick sniffle, a groan and an equally sludgy nose blow. As he stirred the soup in the pot, the tea kettle on the stove began to whistle very loudly.

“Oh by gohd Mbarcus, turnd id off!” Rosen yelled out stuffily and covered his sensitive ears with his hands and curled up even tighter. Marcus cursed his forgetfulness and rushed to take the kettle off the hot eye. Rosen already had advanced hearing and the high-pitched whistle was probably no different than jabbing an ice pick into his head. Marcus heard small groans and coughs come from the sick man and got an idea. He wet a hand towel in the sink and sat it in the microwave. After a minute, he took out the very warm towel and ventured out to where Rosen was laying down.

“Babe, turn around. I have something that will help.” Marcus said softly. Rosen groaned and slowly turned his stiff body to where he was laying on his back.

“Whad?” He said hoarsely. Rosen’s nose was a cherry red with a little moisture on the undersides of his nostrils. His eyes were red-rimmed and squinted shut, no doubt the natural light coming in from the windows giving him pain. Marcus kissed him on his cool cheek and draped the almost hot towel over Rosen’s eyes and forehead. Rosen let out an unashamed, loud groan of relief.

“Ooooh, fugk me that’s goooood….” Rosen drawled and even smiled (open mouthed from the clogged sinuses but still a smile, nonetheless). Marcus giggled at Rosen’s antics and carded his fingers through the messy red strands.

“If you can’t keep that warm by yourself, let me know and I’ll reheat it for you, okay?” Marcus said, grinning. Rosen reached out blindly and patted Marcus’s face.

“I love you sooo much baby, you’re so good to be.” Rosen slurred from the amazing feeling of heat returning to his body, and the ache receding from his head and nose. The heat also made his nose run something fierce as two thick dribbles leaked slowly from his nostrils. Rosen seemed too blissed out to care so Marcus huffed fondly before taking a tissue and wiping the mess from his boyfriend’s nose. Rosen flinched at the touch and took in a deep breath.

“hgh'GTSSHHH! ...hhhhp'TTSHt! Ugh, gohd. Mbarcus, leabe mbe alonde….” Rosen whined and turned to the back of the couch again. Marcus gave the demon’s back a deadpanned look and snatched a tissue from Rosen’s back to wipe his damp hand.

“You’re welcome, ingrate. I’m going to go finish your tea and soup.” Marcus rolled his eyes at the grunt and walked back into the kitchen to wash his hands and returned to his task. Marcus gave the soup a final stir, ladled it into a bowl and sprinkled some spices on the top. He put the bowl and mug of tea on a tray and carefully carried it back to the living room.

“Sit up Rosen, it’s time to eat,” Marcus prodded. Rosen groaned and didn’t move. “Yeah, yeah your life is the worst. Come on now, while it’s hot.” Rosen sat up and removed the lukewarm towel from his face before giving the opaque green soup a wary look.

“Whad is id?” Rosen asked and sniffled. Marcus shushed him and sat the tray on his blanket covered lap. He picked up a spoonful and brought it to his nose to give a sniff test, the thick gurgle sound and small cough indicating that no air went through. “I can’dt smbell id…” Rosen said miserably. Marcus laughed before kissing the frowning man’s forehead.

“It is vichyssoise soup, my papa and père used to make this for me when I had a sniffle. It has potatoes and chicken broth, it’s really good.” Marcus said and started gathering the tissues from the floor and coffee table. Rosen eyed the bowl before slowly spooning some soup into his mouth.

“I can’dt tasdte it, either. This fugking sucgs.” Rosen groaned before a look of panic flashed across his face. He pinched his nose between his thumb and forefinger and stifled a hard sneeze, jerking forward with the force. Rosen released his sore nostrils with a small squelch sound and rubbed his eyes. “I’b dot really hundgry, babe…” he said sleepily. Marcus sighed and prompted his boyfriend gently to at least put something in his belly. Rosen slowly ate half the bowl and drank the whole mug of the mint tea to ease the ache in his throat. Marcus wasn’t even finished cleaning up the area before Rosen had laid back down and was snoring heavily and stuffily, his mouth wide open.

Marcus was really beginning to get worried. This was obviously not easy for Rosen to go through and it was hard seeing Rosen so lack of energy. He could only hope that Rosen would get better soon.

*******

(v-warning, non-graphic)

After Marcus packaged up the rest of the soup and cleaned the kitchen, he decided to do some light cleaning around the apartment. He made sure his sleeping boyfriend was well stocked with tissues, an empty trashcan, and a bottle of water before he headed to the back to begin cleaning for the holidays. Marcus was just finished with adding a load of their laundry from the washing machine to the dryer when he heard Rosen coughing. He must be awake.

Marcus trekked back into the living room and sure enough, Rosen was sitting up, blankets pooled around his waist. His long hair was half squished down from laying on it for so long. The man in question had one hand curled into a fist in front of his mouth, barking out heavy coughs. Marcus sighed and walked over, grabbing the water bottle and handed it to the panting demon. Rosen nodded and took a sip after he opened the bottle but he groaned and rested an arm on his midsection.

“Ugh…Mbark…” He whispered, his raw throat aching. Marcus rubbed his back and ‘hmmed’ waiting on an answer. “I really…ugh really don’t feel good.”

Marcus was confused until he heard an alarming gurgle coming from Rosen’s stomach. He looked back up to Rosen’s face and saw an all too familiar look of nausea cross the handsome face. Nodding, he stood up and helped Rosen up gently.

“Okay. We’re going to the bathroom, okay?” Marcus asked, calmly. Rosen looked two seconds from panicking and losing his guts, so he sped up their slow shuffle to the bathroom. Marcus set Rosen down in front of the toilet and reached into the medicine cabinet to grab one of Rosen’s ponytail holders.  He knelt down behind his boyfriend and pulled his long hair back into a low ponytail.

Rosen’s face was shiny with sweat and he was giving sickly moans every once in a while. “Whad…whad’s happeding to mbe?” he asked quietly. Marcus handed Rosen a hand towel that was wet with cool water from the bathroom sink. He knelt back down and dabbed at Rosen’s forehead.

“Just relax and let it happen, Cher. You’ll feel a little better afterwards and please don’t miss.” Marcus answered him. Rosen said ‘huh?’ before his stomach gurgled again.

“Oooh maan….” Rosen drawled, coughing warningly. Marcus pushed his head over the toilet and after a few hard coughs and spits; Rosen sat back, and wiped his mouth with the towel. “Whad the fugck, Mbarcus.” Rosen gritted out while his boyfriend flushed the toilet. He sniffled and brought the towel back up to his mouth.  “…hhh…TSSCHHT!!.... hhhhp'TTSSSHHt!!” he used the same towel to blow his nose loudly.

Marcus watched with disgust as Rosen rubbed his red nose with the disgusting towel. “Rosen, that’s a good towel…” he trailed off when Rosen dropped the towel on his lap before struggling to a stand.

“I’b godda ged sobe whiskey.” Rosen grunted and sniffled thickly. Marcus rolled his eyes and pinched the towel between two fingers and tossed it into the washing machine. He needed to start a new load anyway.

Walking back into the living and dining room area, he saw Rosen hunched over at the table, resting his head on one hand and the other holding a glass of amber liquid. “You know, that might burn your sore throat, Cher.” Rosen nodded and took a sip, and sighed happily.

“It feels abazig.” Rosen said stuffily and wiped his raw nose with his shirt sleeve. His breath hitched twice before he jerked his head down. “hhhTSSHHhuh! ...ESSHHuhh! EHSHHew! ...Hhh- TXSHhhew! Fugking hell, fugk thad half goat prigk!” Rosen growled hoarsely. Marcus huffed a laugh and brought the box of tissues over to the grouchy man.

“Well Rosen, you out of all people should respect Karma. You did meet her, after all.” Marcus giggled. Rosen yanked a tissue and wiped the snot from his nostrils.

“Yeah, ad she’s a fugking bitch.” Rosen said and gulped the rest of his whiskey before shivering violently. “I’mb fugking freezig.” Rosen shuddered, hunching into his sweatshirt.

“You know, now that you think about it, that’s actually really cool. You have like, the opposite of a fever.” Marcus mused, palming the chilly forehead. Rosen slapped his hand away.

“Glad to be such an abusebent, dear.” Rosen snapped. Marcus just smirked and tucked some loose strands of hair away from his face. Rosen was a grumpy man without the head full of snot, so the attitude was no surprise.

“You’re so adorable, you know that?” Marcus cooed and patted Rosen’s head. Despite his red nose and red rimmed eyes, Rosen’s glare sharpened and he snarled lowly, his eyes blinking yellow for a split second. “Okaay, Mr. Grumpy let’s get you settled back on the couch.” He said with a stifled laugh. Rosen ‘hmped’ and coughed as Marcus guided him back to his spot on the couch.

When Rosen was settled with his head on Marcus’s lap, Marcus turned the TV to some random fashion show and scratched his fingers through Rosen’s hair. Rosen sighed and dozed lightly, his sniffles cutting through the sound of potential designers panicking on the screen.

“Let me know if you feel sick again, okay babe?” Marcus asked quietly. Rosen nodded and sucked in a huge breath.

“hgh'GTSSSHH! Hhh…hhuuhh…” Rosen panted and sniffled thickly. Marcus watched with amusement as Rosen wiggled his nose and pawed at it with a sleeve covered hand. “Heehh….Bm-Mbarcus…” he whined desperately, breath hitching erratically. Marcus tsked sympathetically and grabbed his cellphone and went to the flashlight app.

“Look at me, Rosen?” He asked. Rosen turned teary eyes to him and Marcus turned on the flashlight and shined it into Rosen’s eyes. Rosen’s pupils constricted until it was almost completely purple and he finally succumbed to the tickle.

“hhhTSSHHhew! ...hhuhESSSHHew-ESSHHEeww!” Rosen sneezed too quickly for him to cover it up and as a result, Marcus’s phone got sprayed. Marcus squawked and snatched a tissue from the box that was laying on the coffee table and scrubbed at his phone.

“Ugh, dégoûtant! Rosen!” Marcus exclaimed. Rosen looked up at him from his lap while gurgling into a tissue.

“You could’ve told mbe whad you were doig, you kdow.” He muttered. Marcus narrowed his eyes and shoved at Rosen who tumbled to the floor with a crash.

“Ow, for fugk’s sagke!” Rosen cried out. Marcus grinned smugly and tuned back into his show.

“You’ll be fine.”

(END)

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You already know @mypoorfaves is the genius behind this idea (being Marcus sneezed into a tissue)

bonus:

#supportivehusband

(lowkey kinda want to open a Q&A about these two?)

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Its not snz but it's my OC Rosen and I felt kinda proud of it sooooo yeah

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🌸(< obligatory allergy ho qn) & 😔😭 for Marcus & Rosen <:

Hey, guess who the fuck is 7 years late. I’m sorry @kotyonoksnz, you don’t deserve me or my mediocrity, so here goes. And just for you, let’s pretend that Rosen isn’t immune to everything

🌸 Marcus has seasonal allergies that can get bad if he doesn’t stay on top of his medication! I’m talking perma-hitching and watery eyes, and if the pollen count is especially high, he can get hives. On his bad days, Rosen will always be such a bean and help his ailing human, keeping cool cloths at the ready and turns on about 6 air purifiers. He also makes sure to keep everything super clean since Marcus is super sensitive to everything on bad allergy days. Sometimes Marcus wears a hospital mask if he HAS to go out, or else he’ll be sneezing until Rosen drowns him in Benedryl.

🌸 Since Rosen already has super senses, he already does react to strong smells, like perfumes and whatnot. I have a headcanon that Marcus teases him when they go shopping together, like sprays an air freshener and laughs when Rosen can’t help but react to it and then give him angry, unimpressed faces. I guess what I’m trying to say is, Rosen is an easy sneezer, if the scent is strong enough to make him react

😔 Marcus is pretty sharp-witted, so when he’s not feeling good, he’s super foggy-headed. Sometimes he’ll forget English words (”Can I have some red fruit drink?” “…..Apple juice?” “Yeah, that.”) or if he’s really cloudy, he’ll just mumble French. He’s already clumsy, so he trips over things easier and bumps into things more. When Rosen sees him being more accident prone than usual, he usually whips out the thermometer. (I actually wrote a fic where they were both sick and Marcus dropped a teapot for glass to go everywhere, yikes)

😔 This was also in another fic I wrote where Rosen’s skin was pretty cold to the touch, since he’s always running pretty hot, so that would be an obvious sign. He also waaaay more snappy than usual, like Marcus will give him a time-out for a quick cool down, but return with tea and hugs because his big guy doesn’t feel good <3 

Also? Rosen is gross when he’s sick. Well, they both are, but Rosen doesn’t get sick so in the rare chances he does, he can forget to cover his mouth and needs a reminder to use a tissue, much to Marcus’ struggle

😭 Since Marcus is pretty lethargic when he’s sick, whenever he complains, its quiet and so sad sounding that Rosen will destroy the world if that would make Marcus feel better. However, he doesn’t whine much, just quietly asks Rosen for things while he’s curled into a ball of quiet sicky sadness.

😭 Rosen is a lil bitch.

….Okay to clarify, he’s not used to it, AT ALL. So you best believe he will groan loudly after every sneeze or just give a general noise of discomfort because why not. Marcus will tease him, but he’s pretty patient with his giant toddler.

Okay, I really hope that this can give people some clarifications! Thank you for asking me this months ago, lmao

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29 & 15 oc asks ~!!

Ahh, thank youuu! I’ll do Rosen, he’s my agnsty boi

15: Does your OC consider themselves a good person? -Absolutely not. If there’s one thing you should know about Rosen is that he does terrible things and he’s well aware of it. Don’t get me wrong, he hates his lifestyle (he gradually gets better after he met Marcus) and he did end up falling into a depression because he felt hopeless but he does get better!

29: How does your OC behave in the face of a conflict? -Rosen choses his battles very smartly. He’s known to become stone-faced in a confrontation to try and gather all aspects of his surroundings. He won’t try to escalate a situation, so he keeps it neutral unless it escalates on either behalf of the other party or just because of the problem.