There’s this thing, okay, and it’s called a cold. You get a gross, snotty nose, a cough, some sneezing, minor discomfort. That thing? Yeah, it’s also called the common cold. Emphasis on common. People work through colds every winter and fall, maybe spring or even summer. They come up, they happen, they go away. Simple and easy.
Lance has had his fair share of colds. He’d spend an hour too long swimming in the ocean outside his house, and the water would get too cold, and he’d end up just a little bit sick. A minor inconvenience more than anything. It’s completely and totally normal.
Now, Lance hasn’t gotten sick since he got to space. None of the paladins have, except Hunk with motion sickness and stuff, but that’s not exactly ‘sick’. It’s more of a bodily function at this point.
Alas, all solitude must come to an end. Okay, but in Lance’s defense, he was fine when he woke up. No sweating, shivering, headache, migraine, none of that. Sure, he was a tad bit congested, but it was just that. A tad bit. Less than a little.
Yeah, well, as he said before, all solitude must come to an end.
i really want us to get along and i invite you over to my apartment after i had spent hours hiding away all my strange plants and potions and fancy magical rocks and moving star charts and kick my cat familiar out for a day. Everything looks incredibly normal and non-magic and things are going great until i see u accidently touch a thing i forgot to put away THAT YOU ARE NOT TO MEANT TO TOUCH
i get a cold and when im sick i really can’t be around non-magic people but u show up at my door and i try to shoo u away but u come in and see my apartment but tomy relief u think i’m just really into weird crap, but then my cat starts talking and u notice some of my furniture are walking around the house and u swore u saw that house plant wave at you
you’re always finding weird trinkets in your clothes such as colourful feathers, smooth rocks, glinting scales or peculiar miniature marble carvings and you don’t know where they’re coming from but they’re actually good luck charms that i slip into pockets
whenever we touch im so nervous and i cant keep my magic in check and i slip up so whenever ur hand brushes mine for a brief moment you see spirits/ghosts or light bulb bursts or door slams open and i’m so sorry cause now you think i’m haunted or something
my kitchen’s a mess and inside a fridge is a mixture of drinks, food, potions and potion ingredients and u drink what you thought was some weird cordial and now you’re having a 24hr out of sense experience and you’re seeing and saying really delusional crap and i have to keep you here overnight so you don’t die
Help me I just want some punk! Percy taking care of a sick preppy annabeth and some fluff please help im in desperate need
have some fluff for your needs
Annabeth is not one to complain. She’d rather suffer in
silence to her death than let someone think she can’t cope. She will walk in
the line of fire with a head cold and will drag herself up the side of a
mountain with a broken ankle. Annabeth Chase is hard core, and stubborn, and refuses
to give up.
All of which are equally admirable and frustrating qualities
to someone who cares about her.
There’s a pep rally bonfire next week for which she has to
organise balloons and banners and a damn bonfire to burn to rally a bunch of
“You’re gonna kill yourself over this,” Percy complains for
what has to be the hundredth time.
Annabeth shuts her locker with a slam and glares at him. “I’m
fine,” she protests, most unconvincingly, he might add, with a blocked nose and
sore throat rasping her voice.
“You look like death,” he tells her as they start walking
down the hall.
Which was a lie, because Annabeth rarely looks far from
perfect. Even with a puffy red nose and chapped lips, she still looks like the
model student. Her hair falls in pretty gold ringlets down her back, her jeans,
purple blouse, and grey blazer are un-creased even after a whole day at school.
She does a great job of making Percy look even scruffier, which is completely
unnecessary as Percy can do that well enough on his own.
“Thanks so much,” she mutters.
“Here.” Percy holds out his hands to take her bag and books
and she hands them over without protest. “Seriously, Annabeth. Someone else can
take over for one freaking pep rally, you don’t have to do everything alone.”
He holds the door open for her and she walks outside. In January,
their school campus is tipped with frost, the only trees still with leaves on are the tall snow covered pines. Percy’s bomber jacket keeps most of the cold
out but Annabeth shiveres against it, he adjusts her books under his arm and wraps the other one around her shoulders.
“See, this is why you got ill in the first place,” he says.
Annabeth elbows him. “You’re
why I got sick! You infected me!”
• soda has to force him to stay home
- “pepsi it’s okay I’m fine.”
- “you threw up 10 seconds ago”
• but pony has school and darry convinces soda to go to the DX, promising him he’d be just fine on his own
- “quit worryin’ im a big boy.”
• he literally takes his own temperature, counts out some meds, and heats up some soup
• laying in his dad’s armchair with his shirt off cause he’s sweaty as hell
- super red flushed face
- gets himself wet cold towels
• but his stomach keeps going haywire so he settles in his room since it’s closer to the bathroom
• darry periodically falling asleep but wakes up cause he’s just really uncomfortable
• but he enjoys the peacefulness
• UNTIL two bit and dally come in and they’re loud as hell
- darry gets up to yell at them but runs to bathroom and retches
- dally just kinda *peace fades*
- but two bit helps darry out, handing him a towel and placing a hand on his back
• two keeps him company after that and he starts to feel better after a couple of hours
• the day ends with the whole gang coming over to watch tv and eat as darry dozes on the armchair
You could feel it, your body ached, your forehead was hot, every nerve in your body was screaming “Sick!”, but you ignored it. You kept going despite everything. You could feel the sickness creeping in on, but you still decided to go and kill some Vampires, because that's what every normal human does when they feel a cold coming on. “Y/N, hey! You alright?” Dean asked, coming up behind you. You nodded quickly, confused as to why he even asked that. Yeah, you felt like crap, but you weren't showing it…were you?
“Im fine, why?” You asked turning and smiling at him, trying to really convince him that every thing was fine.
“You, just look a little pale.” He said with concern still lacing his voice.
“Im fine, Dean, let’s just find these dumbass’s so I can get to bed.” You slipped up and you knew it. You were never eager to get to bed, never. Whenever you slept you were plagued by nightmares and panic attacks, not something you really looked forward to and Dean knew that. Maybe he didn’t notice.
“on it, sweetheart.” He said with a cocky grin. He started off in front of you, exploring the warehouse that was supposed to be the home of at least 6 blood thirsty vamps, but so far, there was nothing. “You think they left?” He asked after a few minutes of shining his flashlight around every corner in the place.
“Guys I think they left,” Sam said, his tall form jutting out from the door way. You laughed a little at the youngest Winchester before speaking on the subject.
“Why would they just disappear like this?” You questioned.
“Maybe they knew we were coming,” Sam stated, shifting his gaze from his brother to you.
“Well, who could have tipped them off?” Dean asked, anger now filling his words. The boys went on talking, but you couldn’t hear them over your pounding head. Your hands quickly went up to your forehead trying to stop the pain somehow, but with no avail. “Hey, Y/N, you sure you’re okay.” You managed to hear Dean, which was good, but your head still felt like it was about to explode.
“I think so.” You said through clenched teeth, “ I just need to lay down.” You said, gripping at anything that was near you to steady yourself.
“Hey woah.” Dean quickly gripped your arm and pulled you to him as your body started to sway more. “You having a migraine or something?” He asked still trying to steady you.
“I don’t know.” You honestly had no idea what was going on, you head was just pounding and you could barely see straight, this had only happened once before, when you were really young and even then, you had no clue why it happened, all you knew was the next day you ended up with a horrible cold. “Can we just go?” You questioned gripping on to Deans jacket.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. let’s get you in bed.” Dean said as he ushered you out of the building.
You groaned and pulled the covers closer to your chest. Every bone in your body ached and you felt like death himself. “Can’t Cass just come by and touch my forehead and make me all better?” You said looking over to Dean.
“I wish he would, but he isn’t answering at the moment,” Dean said walking over to you and resting his hand on your forehead. “I don’t think you have just a simple cold Y/N,” he said, kneeling down beside your bed.
“What do you mean?” You questioned, trying you hardest to breathe through your nose. “Of course I just have a cold, what else could I have?” You said raising your voice every so slightly.
“Hey, just calm down.” He said, with a slight laugh, knowing how being even the slightest bit sick made you nervous. “I just think you might have the flu.”
“I don’t have the flu.” You said, coughing.
“You sure?” He said running his hand over your hair.
“Yes im….dear God im dying.” You quickly sat up, going into another coughing fit, which left you in tears. Dean put a hand on your back trying to ease your discomfort in anyway possible.
“you’re not dying.” He laughed, as you came down from your little fit. “At least not on my watch.” He smiled and nudged you with his elbow, telling you to move over so he could slide into bed next you. He quickly wrapped a warm, strong arm around your frame and pulled you close. You nuzzled your head into his chest and relished in his warmth. “You feel like taking a hot shower, I hear that helps.” To be honest, a hot shower sounded nice, but you knew what Dean was getting at, by the way, he was looking at you.
“Yeah, taking a hot shower ALONE does sound nice.” You smiled and pulled away from his body.
“Oh come on.” He said, throwing you those puppy dog eyes, that he knew you could rarely resist.
“Dean, Im sick, you really wanna have to do it with someone who is sick? You said raising your eyebrows.
“It’s not like we havent had sex when you were sick before.” He said throwing his arms in the air.
“I was hungover, Dean, that doesn’t count.”
“What do you mean that doesn’t count, you could have puked on me at any moment.” You groaned and started towards the bathroom.
“Im not doing this Dean, we can have shower sex the minute I stop dying.” You said with a cough.
“You’re not dying.” He said once again, “And do you promise?” He asked, sounding like a desperate teenager.
“Yeah sure, Dean, I promise.” You said with a small smile, as your quickly through your shirt off your body knowing what it would do to Dean. You heard him groan from behind you as his eyes glared into your bare back.
“Don’t be a tease.” He said quickly getting off the bed and heading straight for you.
“You kiss me, you get sick.” You said turning to face him and putting your hand on his chest to stop him from coming any closer. His hungry eyes raked over your body as another coughing fit racked through your body. “Come on how could even find sick me hot?” you said crossing your arms over your chest.
“Oh, baby, your always hot.” He said with a growl before wrapping his arms around you and smashing his lips to yours.
“Dean, you’re gonna get sick.” You said once he pulled away for air.
“It’s okay, I got my flu shot.” He said with a grin.
“I don’t have the flu!” you protested slamming your hand on his chest once more.
“Yeah whatever.” And with that, he pulled your body toward the bathroom.
As someone with glasses as thick as richie toziers and there for probably eyes sight just as bad i just wanna say
that boy probably has some awful fucking headaches from em as he gets older in later teens especially with how he likes arcades and probably does a quite bit of pleasure reading
imagine him letting eddie w all his meds and paranoia take care of him when theyre real bad. asprins and cold compresses and ‘god your such a dumbass just take them off when it close!!’ ‘god u blind fuck’
So Ive been complaining about a lot of customers so i thought id share some positive stories about my managers!
I LOVE my managers, theyre really fun to work with and care for their employees
Yesterday i was feeling like trash and was getting light headed but i kept saying id be okay
My manager insisted i take a 10 that i wouldnt normally get to have some water and the minute i entered the back he handed me a $10 to go next door to greenwalls for some cold medicine and orange juice and insisted i take it so i could take care of myself
He then made a grilled cheese just for fun and gave it to me to eat
I havent been wanting to call in sick because my last two jobs jad me terrified of being a person but at this job my managera and co workers tell me what a good and reliable employee i am and that im far too hard on myself
It just makes me feel really good about going to work and doing my job even when i would rather die than interact with customers because i know that my managers and co workers will always have my back
Its so rare but so nice and i cant believe i got this lucky working one step above fast food
Summary: Yuuri runs to the pharmacy to get medicine to stave off his oncoming cold, all whilst keeping his illness a secret from Victor. Then Yuuri gets caught in the rain, which doesn’t do good for his already-weakened immune system. How will Victor react when Yuuri comes home soaking wet and freezing cold, and how will Yuuri recover?
This fic goes along with some lovely artwork (1, 2, 3 and 4) by @kotyonoksnz. I hope you enjoy this!!
Anon prompt! I did Voltron:Legendary Defender for this.
Contains vomiting, minor anxiety descriptions, and cheesiness. Its set in the start of the Garrison time when Lance, Hunk, and Pidge all meet up. Using he/him for Pidge because thats what was used for them at the time in series. Im putting the readmore before the fic starts this time because it goes into the content pretty quickly. Its just shy of 1500 words (or just over after some editing)
“Thats it. If you throw up one more time we’re going to the hospital” Any pairing/person you can think of is all good with me, thank you so much in advance!
heres some medicine and (how many is this??) like... 50 blankets be sure to rest well and drink plenty of fluids i made this tea that should soothe your throat but in case youre not in the mood for that i have ginger ale plus i made you some soup (because who doesnt like to have soup while theyre sick?? no one) also i made an appointment at 10am tomorrow with your doctor we need to make sure this is just a cold and not something huge like strep throat or pneumonia and im going to monitor your tempurature every hour or so just in case it spikes and we have to go earlier
jean i have a fever...
oh fuCK,,, ,fuckfuckfuck,,m, *sticks a bandaid on marco's forehead* ther e we go 👍👍👍👍👍👍 *literally throws an entire can of alphabet soup at a pot* shIT
I’m sorry I use Shoudeku bc it sounds cuter to me like kacchako ahhh im awful sorry
THIS IS WHOLLY SELF INDULGENT SORRY I GUESS I JUST LOVE OTP HEADCANONS
Everyone likes Midoriya. Shouto just likes him the most.
It’s one of those things where everyone kinda knows except
for Deku. Naturally.
He stays the reliable friend all through high school. God is
he pining though.
They both grow up as you’d expect. Shouto’s tall, broad, not
quite as broad as his father, but solid. His hair is a little shorter, no more
hiding his face.
Deku stays lean. He’s still not very tall, but it works to
his advantage when people underestimate how strong he is.
They’re roommates for a bit. Not that Shouto really needs someone to split rent with, but he
suggested it for Deku’s sake.
Not everyone’s got an all-star rich dad like you Shouto.
He’s only ever guilty about how underhanded he is sometimes.
Like intentionally leaving a shirt or two of his in with Deku’s laundry.
Deku never pays attention and always puts them on without
realizing they’re not his.
(Boyfriend shirt? Boyfriend shirt.)
He can’t help but get a little jealous when Deku hangs out
with Ochako and Iida. He knows they’re friends, but…
It starts when Shouto first slips up and calls him Izuku
instead of Midoriya. (As @saigennaku said, he’s always been in his head as
Izuku, but never out loud.)
Deku’s somewhat conscious of him now with their cohabitation
too. He has a habit of falling asleep on the couch, and will wake up with
Shouto with him, either sitting at the other end of the couch or just hovering
But he sees the unexpectedly cute sides of Shouto too.
Walking around with one sock only on his cold side, the fact that his stubble
grows in uneven mixes of red and white. (Not that its ever there long enough,
Shouto shaves meticulously.)
He comes home one day, and Shouto’s feeding a cat. In their
They don’t own a cat.
Oh, well now they do. “I found her. She was being bullied,”
That’s another discovery – Shouto’s fond of small animals.
(gee I wonder why)
Deku likes the cat too, its friendly but much more attached
He doesn’t realize it has a name until he comes home to hear
Shouto calling “Deku? Deku, dinner time-“
He’s cute. God Shouto is so cute and sweet and has nice abs –
Deku (…person Deku, mind you) is completely enamoured.
FAST FORWARD TO BEING TOGETHER AND ALL THAT FUN STUFF
Shouto’s amazingly affectionate. It’s not loud or obnoxious.
It’s gentle, but ever-present. Holding hands in the car, leaning on him on the
couch, tangled feet in bed.
He also likes to fluster Deku when he’s not expecting it.
Coming just that little bit too close to steal a kiss, just enough for Deku’s
heart to skip.
Deku’s adoring too, but in a different way. It’s a quiet
reciprocation usually. Yeah, Shouto may take his hand in public without a word
but he doesn’t jump away, not ever.
Not to mention he’s gabby the moment someone mentions
Shouto. You think he gushes about All Might? See him talk about his boyfriend.
Oh yeah, they keep the cat. But instead of just ‘Deku’, it’s
usually Ku-chan. Y’know, so nobody gets confused.
Deku makes a point of holding Shouto’s right hand rather
than the left usually. For Shouto’s comfort mostly, but also cause he gets
steamy-hand when he’s nervous or intense about something.
Speaking of Shouto’s temperature, he’s the ideal partner
when Deku’s sick. They spend 90% of the time cuddling. Fever? Good thing he’s
got a cold side. Chills? Mhmm, one 6’1 20-something-year-old hot water bottle
at your service.
Shouto rarely ever gets sick, but when he does, it’s a disaster.
The room is either iced over or burning hot, and beyond that, he’s somehow
convinced himself that holding onto Deku will cure him eventually.
“How about some medicine instead?”
“…I’d rather you just stay here.”
I COULD GO ON FOREVER ABOUT THEM ??
dont talk to me about AU’s i’ll cry about howl’s moving castle shoudeku au
Author’s Note: So apparently people like my smut??? wow who would’ve thought? This is the continuation of the Jeonghan just a dream fic. It is super long, A little over 8k words i think because in order for it to work and to establish that both parties were consenting i had to give a little bit of background. Some parts of this fic just made me want to take a cold shower bc DAMN but jeonghan always makes me feel like that lol. I AM SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG IM WAS AN IDIOT AND I GOT SICK. I HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY
"Oppa? C-can I g-get off now?“ She whimpered. Her thighs were shaking from the intensity of her first orgasm- and they were shaking from the exertion of making sure most of her weight was off my face. When I laid my head down, there was quite a large gap between us. Well, large to me because I wanted her there. I wanted her to be able to grind her hips against my tongue without much effort. I wanted to feel her weight on my face, and so far, I wasn’t feeling it.
"No honey. I need you to sit down completely on my face.” I ground my palm against her clit. She mewled and ground her hips against it. I rubbed my other hand up and down her thigh, trying to get her to relax. She slowly started to sink down again, and when there was mere centimeters between us, I brought my head up again. I gently sucked her clit into my mouth. I rolled the tender nub against my tongue.
"Oh my god Hannie.“ There was her whimper again. I groaned against her and slipped my tongue down into her entrance. I wrapped my arms around her thighs and held her against my mouth. I gently tugged on her thighs but she refused to go down any further.
"No Hannie. I’ll hurt you.” She chewed on her lip. I dug my tongue into her wet core. Doing this sent a new flow of her juices down my throat. I groaned and pressed closer against her. I started to suck on her, trying to get more of her juices on my tongue. And then, something snapped. She keened and pushed her hips down. All of her weight was now on my face, and I was loving it. I looked up at her through my lashes. She was tugging on her hair with one hand and playing with one of her nipples with the other. I slipped one of my hands up and started twisting and tugging the other one. All of a sudden, I felt gentle shaking.
“Hannie? You need to get up. You’re going to be late to practice.” Y/n’s gentle voice awoke me from my slumber.
"But I was just getting to the good part.“ I mumbled sleepily. Wait. That was Y/n. Shit.
im at my girlfriends this weekend having a little rest before the next few super busy weekends start!!!! first it’s my mum’s birthday and halloween, and then i’m going to finland for my birthday weekend (on my own) to spend it with my best friend! then its my birthday week and the next weekend for my birthdayyyy i’m out with my flatmates whomst i love they’re so great. (im allowed a week for my bday im turning 21,,,) anyways i’ve been sick for 3 weeks now with a cold that just won’t go away and it’s starting to take its toll with uni and all the driving between uni, home and my girlfriend’s place but i’m still feeling super happy and just so excited and lucky about whats to come!!!! so anyway here’s a little update with some lq tumblr gifs of me from before my cousin’s wedding cos i felt really good!
☇ * out of chazuke. 3 / 7 drafts done aaa !! unfortunately my cold hasn’t cleared up so im gonna try to sleep it off some more ug h probably won’t be on much tomorrow since i’ll be studying for my accounting midterm but feel free to hmu via ims or discord to plot or just sob collectively about my tiger boy !!
Headcanons for the gang when they are sick/injured. Ik some would be proud of being hurt, and others would be bummed
im so sorry these suck, my heart wasnt really in it. so my apologies, but i really want to try and bring back positivity.
- hes NOT sick
- he can still work
- and then when he pukes everywhere
- hes still fine
- “i promise” *pukes again* “i feel 100%”
- but when hes injured he rests it because thats the logical thing to do
- hes a big baby
- youd think he was dead or dying
- even just the common cold, he cant lift a finger
- except when his mom is around (cred: @changesxnight )
- he is usually pretty proud about injuries
- but is also a baby about them too tbh
- almost as bad as darry
- i promise im not sick
- BUT he does like to sleep in so he takes advantage of that
- so so proud of his injuries
- “look at this broken arm man”
- oh Lord
- he is so moody when he is sick
- almost as bad as a girl
- one minute hes fine, the next minute hes collapsed screaming because he cant carry on
- and injuries are the same way
- “i cant drag race with a broken wrist!!”
- “bitch watch this”
- he tries to act fine
- but he just tries to casually lay around the curtis house
- but hes okay dont do anything special for him
- he would be sooooo bummed out if he got anything broken or sprained
- youve watched parks & rec right??
- chris traeger
- ponyboy is such a drama queen
- almost as bad as two bit
- like he cant do anything when hes sick except cry and eat soup
- injuries are the same
- “darry i cant, my leg hurts so baaaad”