im just sick with some cold

modern magic aus
  • 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
  • jean: *coughs*
  • marco: 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
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  • marco: jean i have a fever...
  • jean: 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

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anonymous asked:

au where burr is a home nurse and james is always sick and he takes care of him and then james starts faking being sick so burr would stay longer and it takes him a year and a half to say ,,, pls kiss it better,

yes!!! james faking being sick but then he slyly is like “im getting a little cold,, maybe you should come sit with me to warm me up??” he’s 110% sure this is going to work but burr gives him a funny look “i don’t want to get sick, james, ill get you some blankets!!! ((:” totally oblivious and james is just aaarg

Jeonghan- Dreams Do Come True (JaD Pt 2)

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

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     "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.

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thirsty but we dont even have cold water lol ntm we have no food i had to eat an expired chicken pot pie earlier and it was so scary and im so fucking hungry right now we dont even have milk for cereal and my dads boss wont pay him

our money situation keeps getting worse we had to borrow money from a friend to have pizza dinner yesterday and its so embarrassing being this broke

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please reblog im really sick of starving even just $1 can get us some ramen thank you!!!!

ralndown  asked:

hey im off school sick and just feeling pretty yick so like do you have any headcanons or idk that might cheer me up a bit :/

Here is a bit of Canon Era Friendship goodness because they can’t have been 100% Revolution for four years:

  • They usually leave the spot next to the fireplace to Feuilly and Joly. The former because he most likely had a long day and needs a bit of comfort, the latter because they protect him from cold winds
  • Enjolras uses his wealth to buy sweets and pastries some of them can’t afford. He pretends that “an empty stomach makes for an empty cause”, but he just really likes treating them from time to time
  • Feuilly and Combeferre exchange books all the time. They have little hand written notes in them, because neither of them would dare to disfigure a book
  • Grantaire once drew Napoleon’s caricature and they have darts tournaments on it
  • Jehan and Courfeyrac have a book club of a whole different nature. Candide is one of Jehan’s fav and he has probably made everybody read it
  • Also, Grantaire, Bossuet and Courfeyrac will randomly act out Molière’s plays, Coureyrac making a very convincing bourgeois, Grantaire and Bossuet being hilarious clever servants
  • Bahorel is the guy who ALWAYS has a story to tell. So many things are happening to him! 
  • Joly always bleeds everybody dry when they play cards, because he has a great bluff face, looking all “Oooh nooo my hand is terrible” when the scoundrel has like 3 aces

I rang in the new year sick with indigestion and parked on the couch watching NHK news, Cops or Jail ( where one handcuffed guy came in and immediately exclaimed “SOMEBODY POOPED on my COUCH…AND my BLANKET” and getting to catch that sort of made it all worth it ) EDIT: holy shit someone isolated it here!

First off, i want to eat better. Each winter here i revert to eating convenient garbage just to have some extra comfort because i don’t do well during the cold season here. Hopefully changing environments will help a bit.

I feel like ive sacrificed a lot in the interest of being more productive and im not sure i like that. I have always felt like i had something to prove, that people underestimate me for one reason or another. I hear friends/people/etc downplay what i do for living- i really think a lot of folks believe that i just finger paint all day, go to conventions to party and have fun and just do whatever i want, when i want. I catch side eyes about me waking up at noon but they don’t seem to remember that i go to bed at 3am. I cheated the system by escaping office life, i didn’t work for any of this and this is not a real job and we will never see you as the level of adult we are. But that is just something you get when you do a job that is different- people don’t understand it and will have stupid things to say about it. I need to stop internalizing that and trying to prove how Not Lazy I am.

I’ve spent the last year knowing we wanted to move and amped up making stuff so this could be a reality. But i also reverted to a lot of bad habits that i had broken for awhile- working through weekends, not going out so that i can get things done, working long hours, not working on as many personal projects. It was necessary and had to be done but once we move and get settled, im going back to “normal” mode where i treat myself like a human and not a factory.

Less time online, stay out of opinions/clashes, exercise more, spend more time with people, and lots of making stuff that i love but not pushing myself to an inhuman pace. Stop seeing taking time for myself as lazy or too self indulgent. That’s sick and is just justifying coo-coo self flagellation. I might as well throw on a hair shirt and live in a cave for the happiness that brings.

So here is to the new year of getting back on track, back to being mentally healthy, back to habits that let me like myself and a new life in a new home.