“ I’m sorry Dan but I’m not going to make it today” you apologized over the phone to friend who you were meant to be going to the movies with in a few hours.
“What!? Why!?” He exclaimed in return.
“I’m really sick, I’ve got the flu or something so I just need to stay home. I’m so sorry Daniel” through the scratchiness of your sick voice, guilt was also evident. Nothing felt worse than cancelling on someone last minute, especially a close friend.
“Oh, that’s no good then. Don’t worry about it at all, you just get some rest and feel better soon” Dan replied sympathetically.
You thanked Dan for being so understanding before saying your goodbyes and hanging up.
Almost moments after putting the phone down you were asleep. You had been getting fevers, hot to cold, cold to hot, your body could not make a decision which caused you to toss and turn in your sleep, often waking yourself up. When that wasn’t bothering you, the dry and scratchy coughs did. Your throat was in agony, every cough feeling like you were swallowing a knife.
“Wow, you move a lot in your sleep.” A voice came from nowhere causing you to shoot up from the bed in shock. You placed your hand on your chest and breathed out a sigh of relief when you find Daniel smirking in the doorway of your room.
“What the hell, Dan!” you attempt to yell at the well known intruder, however it sounded more like a hiss.
“Don’t shoot me, I come with gifts” Dan says, lifting a plastic bag that was hanging from his grip.
Dan ended up ordering you back to bed while he went and “prepared some things.” Which in all honesty, only frightened you. You decided to pull up a movie on your laptop, assuming that Dan would be sticking around for a while. About 10 minutes later Dan returned to your room, accompanied by a bottle of water, some cold and flu tablets, box of tissues, throat lozenges and a cup of lemsip. For such a clumsy man, you had no idea how he hadn’t dropped anything.
“Scoot over” He instructed as he balanced everything in his arms whilst climbing into the bed beside you.
He placed the mug of lemsip in your hands and placed everything else beside you. Taking a sip of the bitter drink, you couldn’t help but screw your face up in dislike which caused Dan to giggle.
“So what are we watching?” Dan questions as he places his arm around your shoulders, causing butterflies to flutter in your belly.
You were about three quarters of the way through your movie of choice when you felt your eyes growing heavy. At some point you had finished your drink and curled up into your friends side, your head resting on his chest while he ran his fingers through your hair in the most relaxing way. You realized that you really needed to thank him before you fell asleep so you craned your neck so you could look up at his face.
“Dan?” you whisper, pulling his attention from the movie.
“What’s up? Do you need something?” he questions instantly.
“No, I just wanted to thank you for all of this. It really means a lot and you really didn’t have to.”
“Of course I had to, I couldn’t let you rot away on your own. You don’t need to thank me” Dan replies cheekily, a smirk evident on his handsome face.
“Thank you” you say once again
“I said you don’t need to thank me” Dan whispers, leaning down close to your face, your noses just touching.
“Dan, you’ll get sick” you whisper back, a big smile on your face as you now learn that he cares just as much as you do about him.
“For the love of god, please get me sick” Dan says with a small laugh before he connects your lips in a soft yet passion filled kiss.
Needless to say, you both ended up cuddled up together in your bed for the next few days, both sick and Dan couldn’t be happier.
Summary: Phil starts bringing boys home. Dan starts tweeting song lyrics.
Word Count: 3436
A/N: List of songs referenced at the end.
It started one Friday night. Dan
was sprawled out on the couch. Laptop up and open to tumblr. He was settled for
Then Phil came out of his room.
He was in black jeans and a button up shirt.
‘I’m going out with some friends
from uni.’ He announced.
'Oh.’ Dan took a few moments to
process the information. 'Since when?’
'About forty-five minutes ago. I
got a message and I thought why not?’
'Why not.’ Dan echoed.
'So… I’m not sure how late we’ll
be out. Don’t wait up for me.’
Dan didn’t normally get to bed
until about 2am on a normal night. He sort of thought he would see Phil come in
before he headed off to retire for the night. But at 1.30am when he was heading
off there was still no sign of Phil whatsoever.
He was woken up at 3am to the
sound of a door slamming.
'Sshh.’ Followed by a giggle. 'My
roommate is asleep.’
A/N: Thank you for everyone’s patience. I’ll try to get on and write more. But I’m also sick at the moment and got inspired.
You went through thick and thin, stayed on the top of the line to just keep up with your friends, Sherlock and John. But you quickly found yourself as vulnerable as a child. You were sick and you hated it. There was something going around at your work but you ignored it. You thought it was Dave the IT guy that gave you this. You groaned as you got to 221B and went up the stairs, flopping on the couch.
“You’re late” Sherlock called from the kitchen
“Don’t even start Sherlock” You replied groggily.
“Are you on your period?” John questioned, taking in your mood.
“I wish I was” You chuckled “No, I got sick. I think it was Dave the IT guy at the office” You sat up. John stood “Did you take any cold and flu tablets?” He asked.
“I took, vitamin C tablets, and had some Zinc” You shrugged.
“How long ago?” He questioned
“About… uh… 5 minutes ago” You replied.
“Wait maybe 10 more minutes if you want tea” He replied before sitting back down. Sherlock sat in his chair and watched you carefully “We had a case in an hour… but as your friends, it’s our job to take care of you”
“Pretty sure I can take care of ACHOO! …myself…” You groaned and Sherlock tossed a box of tissues your way. John gave a smile at the gestures that Sherlock was doing. You looked at Sherlock “I thought this was some Quadruple Homicide that you were really hooked into” You looked down.
“I’m sure Lestrade can figure it out with his force. If he needs my help, he’ll call” He replied simply as you laid down and smiled and you saw Sherlock walk into the kitchen before you fell asleep.
You woke up to the smell of something nice. You stand and walk to the kitchen and sit at the table “Afternoon” John greeted, reading the paper and Sherlock brought over a bowl of soup. You looked at him in surprise “You cooked?” you asked “Well, tried” he replied. You took a bite and shook your head. your eyes widened by a short intestine in the soup. You gagged and ran to the bathroom, throwing up. John raised an eyebrow “Let’s just get Chinese” He whispered to Sherlock, who nodded in immediate agreement.
Later, you sat on the couch with some crackers and ginger ale while waiting for the food to arrive. Sherlock sighed “Sorry for poisoning you” He apologized.
“Wasn’t your fault” You shrugged as you nibbled on a cracker. John got the door when the food arrived and paid before going upstairs. He gave you the soup and a box of Crab Rangoon. You three ate and watched a movie. Sherlock started making deductions annoying you and John. You glared and stuffed a Crab Rangoon in his mouth “Shut up Sherlock” you mumbled and kept eating while John laughed. You were a lucky person you could say to have them as your friends.
Self Prompt - Roman Reigns takes care of stubborn Reader who’s come down with a bad cold. This is before his wellness suspension and let’s just say Romes was pretty pissed at reader for trying to hide the how bad her cold was
First of the Tough Love fic/imagines series!
I have the cold although it’s getting better rn but I’m shamelessly self prompting this cause the need is real.
“Mmnn…” you groaned, rolling over as your alarm’s shrieking pierced the once peaceful silence of your room. Forcing your eyes open, your hand shot out and smacked at said alarm, effectively shutting it off with one last dying cry. Groaning once more, you let your hand fall and you noticed in the heat of the night, along with your fever, you’d kicked off your sheets and sweat through your sleeping tank. Mumbling lowly, you gingerly sat up and swung your legs to the side of the bed.
01-11-15 / I have a lecture at 9am tomorrow so I’m trying to speed up my recovery with some cold + flu tablets and purdey’s delicious vitamin drink. I’m determined to get better because tomorrow I have to present part of the lecture to members of the class who haven’t done Linguistics before which I’m quite excited about!
I was bored and sick so I made Energon. It’s actually sprite with Alka-Seltzer cold tablets, food coloring, and cake shimmer dust XD That’s the same thing they use to make Viniq look so cool, but you can put it in anything.
@ask-dr-knockout will be happy to know that I’m having some medical grade and getting rest (not! I’m actually procrastinating from grading XD )
Summary: Because who doesn’t love a sick & stubborn giant? Word Count; 900+ Genre; fluff Request: yes
He could feel his throat burn whenever he tried to swallow his drink, causing him to wince in pain every single time. Who had he killed in a past life to deserve this pain? He shouldn’t have ignored the headache and little coughs he had been dealing with a few days prior. If he had taken some flu tablets and vitamins like his girlfriend had suggested perhaps he wouldn’t be in this situation. And that was another thing that seemed to make the pain ten times worse, the fact that his girlfriend was busy with work and couldn’t take the time off to look after him.
Prompt: Jack is sick (like always jfc does that boy have an immune system)
“Jack, for goodness sake you can’t go out like this!” You sighed, you could see he was sick. His face was pale, nose red and his bright blue eyes were paired with deep purple eye bags. Covering his mouth he let out a chesty cough.
“(Y/N), I promised Mikey I’d film today. You know I don’t break any promises, epically not to Mikey.” He said, his voice horse. You nodded, Jack was a very loyal person and he’d never let anyone down.
As he reached for the door you stood in his way, his brows knitted together in confusion as you cupped his cheek. “Please, I’ll call Mikey, just go back to bed.” You pleaded. You could see in his eyes he was thinking about it, trying to convince him further you ran your hand through his long blonde hair.
Eventually he nodded, you smiled at him thankfully as he removed his jacket and slowly made his way to your bedroom.
Just as promised you pulled out your phone and called Mikey, it rang twice before he picked up sounding cheerful as ever.
“Hey, (Y/N)! You okay?” He asked, you simply smiled at his happy go lucky mood.
“Yeah Mikey, I’m good thank you. It’s just Jack, he’s really sick and I’m not sure he can film today. I hope it doesn’t effect your schedule too much!” You mumbled, knowing he’d understand but not wanting Jack to hear as you knew he felt bad.
“Oh no problem! Tell him I hope he gets better soon, yeah it’s not a problem. I actually kinda noticed yesterday he didn’t look all too good when I was round. No worries guys!” You could hear his smile through the phone and you were thankful he was so understanding, Mikey was such a good friend to Jack and you knew they appreciated and cared about each other more than they’d ever admit.
“Thank you for understanding Mikey! I’ll call you back tomorrow and update you on his condition!” You giggled, making it sound overdramatic, causing Mikey to laugh too.
“Yeah, knowing Jack he’ll deny he’s even sick. Well I’ll talk to you tomorrow (Y/N)!” Mikey said cheerily, you said your goodbyes and hung up.
Sliding your phone into your pocket you heard the shuffle of bare feet coming behind you into the kitchen. You turned around and wrapped your arms around his waist.
“Go to bed.” You smiled, pulling away to look at his face and bopping his nose. He let out a small smile and nodded. You stood on your tiptoes slightly and kissed his forehead. Feeling it’s warmth on your lips.
Once again he shuffled to your bedroom, sweatpants and a baggy shirt hung from his frame. Following behind him closely you settled him into bed, giving him extra pillows to prop up his neck and grabbing his laptop.
“Pick a film,” you smiled, setting the laptop into his legs and standing up yourself. Pulling off your clothes you pulled on one of his shirts over your underwear. “I’m going to make you some soup.”
He nodded, browsing through Netflix. You knew eventually he’d settle for a film you’d seen a thousand times before but you didn’t mind. Pulling out a pan from the cupboard and laying it on the stove you rummaged before finding a tin of soup.
Eventually you’d heated up the soup and placed it into a bowl, carefully you somehow carried the bowl of soup, two cold and flu tablets and a glass of water to your room.
The laptop began playing Bad Neighbours, a film you both found hilarious. Smiling at his choice you handed him the soup, putting the water and tablets on his nightstand.
“Nice choice of film.” You laughed, he nodded and smiled as he slurped his soup. It drove you insane when he slurped, and he knew it but you let him off because he was sick and he looked so cute with floppy hair hanging over his face.
He ate slowly, before finishing and taking the tablets. Thankfully he cuddled up to your side, he’d removed his shirt while you were in the kitchen. You presumed it was cold sweats, but he’d never admit it was because he liked to feel close to you at his most venerable, when he couldn’t take care of himself.
“You’re the best.” He smiles, the film long forgotten, you twirled stands of his hair through your fingers as he lay his head on your chest, one of his legs between your own.
“(Y/N),” he said sleepily, making his voice when more quiet and horse but still adorable. “can you do that thing where you trace my tattoos?” He asked, you blushed and nodded. You’d always liked his tattoos, and wondered if you’d ever see more appear upon his soft skin.
Staring with his skull tattoo, your finger traced the outline of it gently. Taking in every single detail of it, you than moved up to his dates, and then up to his ribs, and then, secretly his favourite place, you began to trace the cross on the top of his back. He’d relaxed into your arms, the delicate movements of your fingers settling him down. The occasional sniff from Jack was all that filled the room apart from your breathing.
Eventually he’d fallen asleep, cuddled up to you. He wouldn’t want to be anywhere else when he was sick, or well for that matter. In truth, no matter how Jack was feeling a simple cuddle from you always made his day so much better. He loved you, and he made sure he used his energy to say that before he got some much needed rest.
So this was my first Jack Maynard imagine! Feel free to give me feedback, I always appreciate what you guys have to say. My requests are open for any buttercream squad/criminal minds imagines, or just for someone to talk to. I hope you have a lovely day/evening :)
5 Things You’ll Find In My Bag: - Throat Lozenges (I’m a hypochondriac) - Diarrhoea tablets (I’m a hypochondriac pt 2) - Cold and Flu Tablets (^read above^) - Earphones - Chewing Gum
5 Things In My Bedroom: - Change EVERYWHERE - Pages of random scripts from plays past - My Wii U (I don’t care if it crashed and burned in sales but Super Smash Bros and Mario Kart 8 warm my goddamn heart without fail) - Crushed up bottles of water EvErYwHeRe - My CD collection which continues to grow
5 Things On My To-Do List: - Get my learners permit - Be more responsible with my money and save up to at least $5000 - Purchase Cards Against Humanity (kinda clashes with above but o well) - Write a script and have it produced and performed - Take my mum on an American tour (post Trump)
5 Things People May Not Know About Me: - I am VERY passionate about and get very excited over two things: music and video games. I can talk for hours and days and weeks and months about music and video games. Fave genres of music are electronic and dance and my fave genres of games are fighting and JRPGS. - I struggled with my sexual orientation and didn’t accept myself until AFTER I came out because I cared more about what everyone else thought of me instead of what I thought of me. - I live in dense woodland (bush if you’re Australian) with really shabby internet making my Tumblr presence and overall internet presence very inconsistent.
- Despite being from a musical family, I am the least musical. I only have lightly self taught myself singing and piano. I also song write from time to time and wrote an EP last year as a creative project. It’s called “Love Drunk” and it’s all about my views and experiences on love and sex. - I have body image issues from childhood bullying to points where I actually have purposefully starved myself and not left the house in the past because I felt ugly. Although I am in a much better place now, my appearance still effects my daily life more than I’d like.