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[connike]

 THE SICK DAY MEME

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► Post with your character, name and fandom in the header.
► They are now, for some odd reason, sick (headache, fever, runny nose, cough, whatever you want).
► Another character replies and is struck with the sudden urge to take care of them (bringing them soup, extra blankets, Sudafed, sexual healing, what have you).
► Go from there!

Comments

[ofbreath]

[Yeah John just basically takes care of someone until he catches their sick and he swears that that's what makes them better. He does it pretty much every goddamn time.]

That might be a little too cold, actually.

[oftime]

[ Dave will just indulge him every time he says it. And then take care of him so he stops being sick, because he doesn't need a sick John. Sick Johns are like kicked puppies and that's never a good thing.

Snorts, softly, before moving his fingers to his neck. ]

Maybe. Never know 'til you try, but I'm not moving right now to figure it out.

wow this is definitely a porn icon whoops.

[ofbreath]

[Hums a little at the fingers against his neck, obviously soothed.]

Good.

eh. nothing new.

[oftime]

[ Shifts around so he can actually sit instead of standing over him, and then almost immediately after he starts kneading his fingers into his skin. ]

I like how it's a definite sign of you being sicker than hell when you're actually warmer than me.

w h o o p s.

[ofbreath]

Yeah. [Ducks under the blanket for a minute to make a valiant attempt at forcing his lungs out of his body through his throat.]

...gh. Sorry. [Peers.]

paps

[oftime]

[ He withdraws his hands for that minute so that John can do his gross sick thing, wincing sympathetically. His heart goes out to him, especially since he probably had a hand in him being a sick person.

When he peers back out, he leans in to press a kiss between his eyebrows. ]

Dork, quit apologizing.

don't you pap me young lady.

[ofbreath]

Well it's gross, geez.

[Wow his face is probably warm enough to be unpleasant on Dave's lips. Stop dying of high fevers, John, it's not nice.]

too late.

[oftime]

Yeah kinda, but not like you can help it.

[ A little, but it doesn't bother him. A John is a John, and it probably feels kind of nice still for him. So he bumps his nose here and there into his skin, and brings his hands back up to wrap behind his neck so he pretty much has a cold compress on the back of it. ]

[ofbreath]

[John kind of visibly wilts into the compress, closing his eyes over again.]

God, being sick is so. Freaking. Lame.

[oftime]

[ Dave nuzzles his nose into his temple, humming softly at the back of his throat as he sort of works his fingertips in slow, small circles while he's at it. ]

Yep, yep, 'n yep. I got you, though, so don't worry.

[ofbreath]

I know. [Best friend forever wow. Never letting you go away.]

[Also kind of shifting to latch onto your arm or something. He just kind of wants to hold onto something.]

[oftime]

[ Pretty okay with this, to be perfectly honest. And that, too, though he has to shift said arm to make it a little easier. Not that he has a problem with this, considering it kind of has him wrapping his arms around him. ]

[ofbreath]

[And wow John just burrows into him as soon as it seems like Dave is okay with the notion, and he goes still apart from periodic snot-induced hitches of his breath.]

[oftime]

[ That's kind of gross, babe, but he just moves accordingly so John can be burrowed as comfortably as possible. His clothes will wash if John gets snot all over him.

Totally okay with the notion, and going to knead his fingers a little into John's scalp while he's at it. ]

[ofbreath]

[He would be making a funny sort of purring sound if he weren't too congested to do anything beyond labored breathing.]

[oftime]

[ Poor lump of sickness. But he figures he's still happy to have the attention, so he continues kneading and moves his other hand to rub little circles between his shoulder blades. ]

[ofbreath]

[Lump of sickness indeed. He is basically just a lump of snot and bluh right now.]

[A lump of snot and bluh that is steadily falling asleep curled up on you like that, Dave.]

[oftime]

[ That is...

Well he's not sure how down he is with that, but so long as John is comfortable and not sniffling or sneezing or oozing everywhere. If he's comfy, he's not gonna move him.

Cutie. ]

[ofbreath]

[Shh.]

[John's just-- Sickness is lame, okay? And you make him feel all safe and shit so he's actually chill enough to fall asleep. Slowly. And he'll probably wake up before he's gotten any sort of rest, but hey.]

[oftime]

[ Cute. As. Fuck.

But hey, he's... still pretty glad that he can make you feel like that, John. Even if most people tend to react to being slept on by sick people a little negatively. So for as long as John will actually sleep, even if it's not exactly restful, he'll keep massaging at him. ]

[ofbreath]

[He more of sort of naps, for about fifteen minutes in total, before his breath catches in his throat as he breathes and he jolts forward, coughing enough to shake his entire person.]

[Way to go John, you've got like freaking pneumonia or something. He's coughing into his hands and makes a face after a while when he can breathe again. Eugh, now there's like gross mucusy crap in his palm.]

Wow this can really stop any time now. [He is so hoarse.]

[oftime]

[ Oh no baby. Dave winces on his behalf, and reaches around to find a box of kleenex so he can wipe that shit up. Doesn't make his hand as clean as washing it would, but at least he can get some of that gunk off.

Gently taking his wrist, he looks down at his palm and wipes his palm clean, despite the fact that... mucus is squishy even through a tissue. God that is really gross, but he is doing this for John and gives no fucks. ]

Wish it would. You want me to get you a drink?

[ofbreath]

Oh-- oh ew, wow, dude you totally didn't have to, ew. [He manages a weak chuckle, smiling. And god his exhaustion is just pulling at him, making him look older and weak, and he closes his eyes over, not even fighting Dave doting on him.]

...yeah, please. There's-- actually, could I get you to make some tea? There's a bunch of tea bags in the left cabinet above the stove...

[oftime]

All of the ews, yes, but the damage is done and you are no longer snotty. Or, well, your hand isn't. [ He balls that up rather quickly and tosses it, rubbing his fingers together on that hand while the other returns to John's back, slow circles picking back up again. ]

... yeah, I'll give it a go for you. Mean, it's boiling water and I graduated from microwave soup, so. I've got this. [ Dave you are a loser, but damn it all you try. Quickly leans in to press a kiss to his temple, before weaseling his way from John before he stays there forever. ] Should try eating some of that after we get tea into you, speaking of.

[ofbreath]

[Gives him a sort of withering look, leaning into the circles a little.]

[And he looks a touch green at soup being brought up.] God, not right now. I would get more than snot everywhere.