The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme ♡

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The Playing House Domestic Shipping Meme.

RULES! ❧ Leave a comment with your character's name, fandom, and any preferences you have. ❧ When replying, RNG for a number between 1 and 15. The number corresponds to the scenario that you will play out in whatever way you want to. ❧ Go from there!

THE LIST! 01] baby Suddenly, there's a new addition to your family! Are you expecting? Adopting? Struggling to find the perfect name for your child? Or maybe you're up at a ridiculous hour in the morning because they're crying like crazy. 02] just married Congratulations! You and your loved (?) one are about to start a whole new life together! It's time for the honeymoon... 03] house hunting Are you seeking out an apartment? A dream house? Or just any old place, as long as you're with your other? Make sure to weigh your options very carefully... 04] household chores It's time to clean/cook/garden/take care of something! Do you work together, or does one of you hide until everything is done? 05] shopping Whether it's for furniture, groceries, or something in between, shopping is something that everybody must do at some point in time! What varies is if they like it or not. 06] family vacation WE'RE OFF TO DIDNEY WOOOOOOOOORL or wherever ... well, as long as the kids are happy, right...? You may not be happy (or maybe you are), but it's mainly about ~family bonding~. 07] romantic retreat It's you and your loved one's anniversary, and you decide it's time to take some time off and take them somewhere nice, where you only have each other. 08] comfort Is somebody sick in bed? Or perhaps they just had a bad day? Sometimes, a good breakfast in bed or a home-cooked meal can really lift the spirits! Or perhaps you want to try medicine, or laughter, or something else? 09] pet Suddenly, you have another addition to the family! Is it a puppy? A kitty? A fierce dragon? Whatever it is, make sure to give it a name and to take good care of it! 10] holiday Happy birthday/New Years/Christmas/Valentine's Day/whatever! It's a very special day that only comes once a year, so make it count! 11] argument Oh, no, who left the stove on... Or maybe it's about why they were out late last night? Either way, there is a lot of tension today, and one of you may or may not be sleeping on the couch tonight. 12] making up It's time to make amends for that fight/divorce/whatever you had before! After all, you love each other... right? 13] surprise, surprise You are feeling rather loving tonight, so you want to remind the other person how much you cherish and appreciate them... if it's by something cute and adorable or hot and sexy is completely up to you. 14] proposal SHUT UP THIS TOTALLY FITS You've been with your other for what feels like forever, and finally you want to tie the knot with them. Will you go down on one knee before them, or get a little creative? 15] other I know I'm forgetting like a bajillion and one different things here, so this is the option for that!

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[thetruthismine]

The question confuses him.

"Mn?" Jane admittedly lost track of what they'd been chatting during the interim. Hell, he might have drifted lightly for a minute or two. The last thing he remembers...

"Kettle."

Did he forget the tea, or were they talking about painkillers?

[seesobserves]

"Paracetemol," Sherlock corrects him. But before Jane can answer, his fingers are rattling over the keyboard as he shoots an email to Mrs. Hudson. She's marginally tech savvy enough to see it before long. Doubtless she has some in her medicine cabinet.

[thetruthismine]

Oh. Right.

"Yes. I'd take Schedule 1 narcotics at this point." He shivers again, raising his eyes to Sherlock.

"Busy?"

[seesobserves]

Probably for the best that they're not facing one another, because Sherlock is ticking one eyebrow up like he's considering it.

"Airport schedules," he tosses off casually. "Didn't get a chance this morning."

[thetruthismine]

"Okay." It sounds like never mind, and he reaches his hand out, snaking it from under the blanket to search for tea on the coffee table.

[seesobserves]

The tea ought to be well-steeped by now. Sherlock keeps clicking away at the track pad. There are fewer key-rattlings, for the moment.

But some portion of Sherlock's mind is still paying attention to things outside itself. He listens for the rattle of porcelain, indication that Jane has either just picked up the cup or just set it down.

"Good?"

[thetruthismine]

There's a soft clink when Jane attempts to lift the cup, yet can't manage the leverage at his current angle. It lands back on the saucer and he huffs at himself, twisting his body out of the blanket to pull the cup to his lips. Hot tea soothes his mouth and mind, but settles oddly in his hollow stomach. He lies back, taking a few breaths to calm himself. It's not precisely an answer to Sherlock's query.

He'd give all the tea in China to be held right now.

[seesobserves]

What Sherlock notes most is the lack of an answer. He's not so engaged in his work that he would've glossed over anything verbal. He thinks.

"Patrick?" he asks after considering this, then tears his eyes away from the screen to glance over his shoulder. He watches the pile of blanket on the sofa.

He's not used to this. Never had a flatmate he cared about enough to bother with when they were sick, not before. And Jane's never been sick.

He doesn't know what to do.

[thetruthismine]

Jane only knows what he's done in this situation, what he did when b--Charlotte came down with things (or thought she did). What happened when Annie caught a bug.

He rests his head against the cushions after trying another sip simply to rehydrate himself.

"Will you see how high my fever is?"

It's the only way he can think to wheedle some contact.

[seesobserves]

Sherlock is over in seconds, putting the back of his hand to Jane's forehead.

"No change in temperature... though your skin's damper." Could be the fever. Could be the blanket. But he's probably feeling too chilled to abandon it.

And again, Sherlock's thumb skates across Jane's brow in the aftermath, fingers brushing through the very ends of curls. This time, it lingers just a bit longer.

"Bodies," he says, quietly derisive, after a moment of this. "Always looking for ways to betray us."

[thetruthismine]

And how. Jane visibly relaxes, eyes slipping closed when he feels Sherlock's touch on his forehead. Even the barest flicker of his hair is enough to actually make his mood elevate. Fasting from most forms of touch seems, in the moment, a very unwise choice.

He swallows.

"I'm sweating?"

[seesobserves]

"Only enough to make your skin clammy." Sherlock notices. Cares enough to keep his hand there, for now. He's even starting to wonder whether he ought to double-check with Mrs. Hudson.

His fingers card through Jane's hair, curl slightly against his scalp.

[thetruthismine]

Jane's breathing evens out, and when he replies, the ends of words blur together.

"Bodies always give it away."

Seems he's also half a comment behind Sherlock.

[seesobserves]

That they do. Sherlock's hand flexes in Jane's hair a few times, then slides down so that the backs of his fingers brush over his temple to rest against a cheek.

"Still dizzy?"

[thetruthismine]

Oh, that feels lovely.

"Probably."

He doesn't want to open his eyes to test vertigo. His stomach is still threatening, though.

"Yes. A bit."

[seesobserves]

He could go downstairs for the Paracetamol. The question is whether it's worth losing the physical contact, for Jane. The fever's going to break eventually; it's only food poisoning.

"Have some more tea." A suggestion, offered up to see if Jane feels like moving that much.

[thetruthismine]

He starts to tip his head up before his eyes open, expecting a cup to be near his lips. It hits him a little late that Sherlock hasn't shifted that much, that there was no sound of porcelain clinking.

Maybe he should add delirium to the list.

Jane's eyes drag over to the coffee table, and it becomes apparent he'll have to shift a bit around where Sherlock's standing. He starts to reach his arm out when he feels a little flip in his guts.