==> Bro: Come back from the store.

tangentialgenius:

cooler-kid-on-the-block:

> You nod and manage a small pat on his arm before you’re tugging his boxers off, careful not to pull them off too hard — lest you yank him off of the sink counter as well. You hold onto the hem in one hand once they’re off, soon carrying them to the hamper and dumping the clothing inside, quickly returning to Dave.

The water should be hot, by now.

You pick Dave up again, offering him a small, sympathetic smile. You raise an eyebrow at his words, unable to tell if they were a joke or serious or what. In this condition, you guess he’s a little delirious, but he might actually need your help. You would be alright with it, as long as you are actually helping him.

You don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

hm

you think i should?

i mean as long as it helps ill do it

but i wont if its awkward for you

> You chuckle lightly as you set him down in the water, arms holding onto him to make sure he doesn’t fall before he sits down. Kneeling down, you brush a strand of hair out of his face as the water runs down on him, the heat hopefully relieving.

> Seeing Bro smile at you is reassuring on a lot of levels. It makes your shaking calm down to just what the fever’s causing, and you give him a tentative smile back.

of course its awkward for me

so is having to be carried into the bathroom and stripped down

i mean i can probably do this on my own but

> You hesitate before speaking. This is a big deal to you, admitting that not only do you think you need Bro’s help, but also that you want him there with you. That you trust him enough to see you at your most vulnerable.

i kinda want you to stick around with me

> Your head feels fuzzy. Everything’s sort of blurry around the edges, and not just visually. Your thoughts are kind of slowed down and not quite right. The world itself doesn’t quite make sense. But Bro’s there with you.

Bro’s safe. You can trust him.

> Him wanting you to stay means more than it should to you. You nod again, rubbing his back reassuringly before smiling.

alright

if you want me to stay

i dont wanna bug you if you dont need me

but ill stay here alright

> So, he wants you to wash him? You guess that’s fine — you did it when he…er, his alternate, was little. So it wasn’t much different. You would do anything for him, really. As long as he was comfortable with it.

You stand yourself up, tugging your shirt over your head and dropping it beside you. You weren’t completely sure if you should just all out and strip down completely, or leave some clothing on. It was all a matter of what he would be comfortable with or not.

You doubt he’d want to see his brother’s alternate, naked.

You reluctantly tug off your jeans, leaving your boxers on. That’s fine, at least you wouldn’t be completely naked. It shouldn’t make him feel uncomfortable. You step into the shower, the steaming hot water already burning lightly on your back. You kneel down and brush the wet strands of hair out of his face, soon doing the same for your hair as the water soaks in.

alright kiddo

this cool with you?

==> Bro: Come back from the store.

tangentialgenius:

cooler-kid-on-the-block:

> You shrug at his words, not convinced whatsoever. His voice sounded so frail and weak, you knew he was lying. You saw him fall when he tried to stand up. You knew he was too weak to preform such small tasks.

You cock your head to the side and watch a moment as he tries to tug off his shirt, of course, failing. You snort and take a deep breath before you step up to the task, fingers closing around the hem of his shirt as you pull it up for him, holding it idly in one arm while you wait for him to unbutton his pants.

You definitely weren’t going to do that — it would be too awkward.

Once they’re unbuttoned, you kneel down and pull at the bottoms of his jeans, pulling those off and slinging them over your arm, similar to the shirt.

You chuckle lightly.

you need help with the boxers or do i gotta get those off too?

> By the time you’re stripped down to your boxers, you’re shaking. Not just from being freezing cold, but also because you’re kind of nervous. Sure, you trust Bro not to take advantage of you, but being completely naked in front of someone and not being afraid is something you haven’t done in a long time. You’re at your most vulnerable, especially because you’re sick and can’t fight back. And you know he’s trying to help. You’re just… scared.

you already stripped me down the rest of the way bro

might as well go for it

> You’re proud of yourself for not letting your voice get shaky. You still sound sick and weak, though, but that’s not something that’s going to change until you start feeling better. You close your eyes as Bro takes your boxers off, then reach up to let him support you on the way to the shower.

i can just sit in there and wash

i mean

unless you wanna strip and wash me down

thatd be cool too i guess

> It’s a joke. Partly. You’re nervous about letting him stay with you when you’re so vulnerable, but he’s already gotten you this far and hasn’t done a damn thing to hurt you. You kind of want him to stick around and go the rest of the way.

> You nod and manage a small pat on his arm before you’re tugging his boxers off, careful not to pull them off too hard — lest you yank him off of the sink counter as well. You hold onto the hem in one hand once they’re off, soon carrying them to the hamper and dumping the clothing inside, quickly returning to Dave.

The water should be hot, by now.

You pick Dave up again, offering him a small, sympathetic smile. You raise an eyebrow at his words, unable to tell if they were a joke or serious or what. In this condition, you guess he’s a little delirious, but he might actually need your help. You would be alright with it, as long as you are actually helping him.

You don’t want to make him uncomfortable.

hm

you think i should?

i mean as long as it helps ill do it

but i wont if its awkward for you

> You chuckle lightly as you set him down in the water, arms holding onto him to make sure he doesn’t fall before he sits down. Kneeling down, you brush a strand of hair out of his face as the water runs down on him, the heat hopefully relieving.

==> Bro: Come back from the store.

tangentialgenius:

cooler-kid-on-the-block:

> You hop out of the bed, eyes wide as you move to help him up, supporting most of his weight on your arms. You knew he wouldn’t be able to support himself. He’s got a high fever and, in the condition he’s in, it’s not getting any better.

You brush his hair out of his face, frowning before you’re kneeling down and scooping him up into your arms, careful not to hurt him. It would be easier for you to get him there like this. He wouldn’t fall and hurt himself.

i got you

dont worry

> You offer a little smile for him before you’re carrying him to the bathroom, kicking aside a few puppets that litter the floor. You almost trip on one, but steady yourself quickly — not daring to fall and drop Dave.

Once in the bathroom, you sit him down on the sink and flip the lights on, moving over to the shower to turn the knobs on. It usually takes a second for the water to heat up, and you didn’t want to be putting him in there with cold water.

You turn to him, moving your hand to feel his forehead before you lay it back at your side.

you think you can get your clothes off

or do you need help?

> Christ, you’re not sure you can be more embarrassed. Thankfully, your face already red from the fever, so it’s nearly impossible to tell that you’re blushing. The only thing you can think of to fight away the embarrassment is to just… act like you’re not fazed by it. Like it’s a joke. Even though even you’re starting to really worry about your condition.

hey bro

m not a blushing virgin bride

you dont have to carry me like this okay

> At least when you’re set down on top of the sink, it gives you a little reprieve. But then Bro throws that horrible sentence on you. You don’t think you can get your clothes off by yourself, if you can’t even muster the strength to stand up on your own.

You’re in desperate need of his help. It’s a small miracle that you moved in with him only days before getting sick like this. If you were this bad in your own apartment, you’d probably die. Sure, you’d be resurrected, but that’s not exactly a fun process.

But… your pride. You can’t admit that you need his help for such a small, simple thing. For fuck’s sake, you’re an adult. You beat a life-or-death game with the fate of the entire universe in the balance. It’s not right that you should need help with everyday tasks like getting bathed.

nah man

i got this

> It sounds weak and useless even to your ears, and you don’t even make a move to try and pull your shirt off. Part of you is really, really hoping he’ll take the hint. Better to have help forced on you than to admit you need it.

> You shrug at his words, not convinced whatsoever. His voice sounded so frail and weak, you knew he was lying. You saw him fall when he tried to stand up. You knew he was too weak to preform such small tasks.

You cock your head to the side and watch a moment as he tries to tug off his shirt, of course, failing. You snort and take a deep breath before you step up to the task, fingers closing around the hem of his shirt as you pull it up for him, holding it idly in one arm while you wait for him to unbutton his pants.

You definitely weren’t going to do that — it would be too awkward.

Once they’re unbuttoned, you kneel down and pull at the bottoms of his jeans, pulling those off and slinging them over your arm, similar to the shirt.

You chuckle lightly.

you need help with the boxers or do i gotta get those off too?

im gonna go back to pretending that you dont exist

karkat get out

.

damn

this kid is out cold

im not even going to respond to that

you fucker

crabby-apple:

cooler-kid-on-the-block:

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#i actually dont care if i get sick #i just want you to be okay

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