When a news release identifies a drink’s component parts by its colors, rather than its flavors — well, that’s a pretty telling detail. And sure enough, it is vibrant and fun. But what flavor is “pink?” Pink is the flavor of Lisa Frank trapper keepers and strawberry milk. What does sour blue powder taste like? Like Jolly Ranchers, and shame. I guess there’s some mango in there, although it’s overshadowed by a mouth-puckering sour flavor and immediately forgotten in the aftermath of a long-lasting, tongue-coating Robitussin aftertaste.
Really, it does not matter what candies and medicines and emotions these colored powders taste like. This drink exists only to be Instagrammed, hashtag unicorn emoji, hashtag magical.
Could you do a headcanon about boys taking care of Candy when she's sick, please? I love your headcanons <3
ILYSM FOR THAT, YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW ANON LET ME LOVE YOU. Yes, thanks so much for the fluff and v kind words. I breathe in fluff daily, like, you don’t even know. Anyways, on with the headcanons. Enjoy!
Is suddenly a doctor.
Has felt all types of sicknesses from his allergies
NOT playing this game
Makes it a mission to make Candy feel better
Is strict, Candy CANNOT stay up late and HAS to eat soup
Suddenly can cook soup
Always checks on Candy, questions her
Feels over her forehead a lot
Refuses to let Candy get up, she needs to ‘rest up’.
Gets kinda irritated if he notices that Candy’s getting sicker
Scared to get sick from her, he’s struggled enough in spring
Will kiss Candy anywhere but the lips
Sleeps at the end of the couch
Hates to do it, but he distances himself from Candy since if he’s sick too - no one can make Candy feel better
Had to battle Candy to spoon feed her that nasty grape medicine
Gave the “this is out of love” speech to her many times.
Knows the basics of colds and fevers, he’s ready.
Teases Candy when she complains - but comes with a quick apology.
Can make some badass soup.
Likes to spoon feed Candy.
His soup is the bes t.
Again, Cassy is such a worried mom. Will never admit it.
Not even close to tempted to kiss Candy. It’s cold but, he hates being sick.
Doesn’t kiss her on the lips, he’s not playing that game
Let’s Candy wear his tanktop to keep cool, takes some pictures too
Keeps Demon away from her - he’s not risking his other babu’s life
Secretly getting advice from Lysander.
Has a fan around her if she gets too hot,
Very experienced with fevers
Colds are nightmare.
CAN’T STAN D VOMIT he has to leave at that part.
Will watch any of her movies, even if they’re horrible to him
So lost, so confused.
Wraps Candy up in a blanket, keeping her warm.
Wishes he was the blanket sometimes.
Keeps a distance from her, he doesn’t like being sick.
Is really good with tomato soup.
Apologies when he has to give her that disgusting medicine
Washes his hands a lot after leaving the room.
Doesn’t allow her to get up, he’s at her service
Jam-packed with tissues, they’re just like BOOM - in his pocket.
Gives her mints for nasal congestion.
Sometimes forgets to give her a trashcan.
Is so disgusted with colds, but he loves Candy too much for that.
Gives Candy less kisses, usually cheek kisses when she’s sick.
Hugs her often, since it’s a lot safer.
Has her go to bed earlier, knows she gets sad about it so he risks his life and sleeps on the couch with her.
Accidentally gets himself sick.
He’s taken care of a sick Alexy before, he’s got this.
He doesn’t got this.
Let’s her wear his beanie, for when he’s not there.
Wears a surgical mask for shxts and giggles.
Checks on her a lot more than Candy expected.
Can make some nice soup, it’s kinda burnt though?
Doesn’t give Candy the medicine, says it’s ‘too horrible’ to do that to her - half-joking btw,,
Actually wore on a darth vader helmet for ‘safety precautions.’
Binge watches movies with her.
Let’s her walk around, he watches her though
Doesn’t avoid her, such a risk taker.
Side hugs Candy a lot, attacks her cheek with kisses.
Always checks her temperature, has one of those red temperature sticks.
This boy is NOT here for the vomit, he leaves
Always finds the best way to make Candy laugh.
Can’t help but kiss her…and accidentally get himself sick.
Still thinks it was worth it.
No surprise that this boy is a doctor and a worried mom in the making.
Totally prepared, but a little too prepared.
Refuses to leave Candies side-
Constantly checking her temperature.
Likes to purposely cup her cheeks to check her temperature sometimes.
Hates how he can’t kiss her.
Keeps her on a healthy diet, sleeping schedule, this boy is the best
Sleeps on the floor next to her, he just has to be awake
Wishes he could have the sickness instead,,
Seriously feels bad for Candy, wants to make her better ASAP.
Doesn’t let Cookie near her.
Fed her the horrible grape medicine.
Cuts the pills for her -
Gives her his pillows and blanket, he won’t let it spread back to her
Doesn’t mean to fall asleep, he accidentally passes out.
He deserves to be cuddled for as long as he wants.
him using corny pickup lines ALL the time “are you a thief?” “no myungjun, don’t say it—“ “BECAUSE YOU STOLE MY HEART"
he’d be the silliest, goofiest bf most of the time but he’d also have that serious, responsible side of him
after fights with you he’ll come knock on your door with hot chocolate and ask to talk even if it’s three in the morning, because he can’t spend a minute knowing that you’re sad or upset
waking you up when you’re sleeping just to tell you how beautiful you are
sitting on the couch and leaning on his shoulder or just lying down in bed and listening to him sing
waking up to his voice in the morning
belting out songs in the car together
mj swinging your arm when you hold hands on the street like a five year old
he’d call you honey or babe at first and it’d slowly turn into a ridiculous nickname that’s ridiculous at first but slowly grows on you
watching him play with and take care of kids makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside
he’d love tucking your hair behind your ear
he’d love squishing your cheeks
squishing your cheeks while peppering light kisses all over your face- your forehead, your nose, your cheeks, your lips
letting him rest his head in your lap when he’s sad or in a bad mood, running your hands through his hair and holding him in silence to comfort him/calm him down
him doing the same for you when you’re sad or pissed about something
him turning into a mom when you’re sick, i.e. bringing you soup, feeding you soup, tucking you into bed, calling you every five minutes to make sure that you’ve taken your medicine, bringing you candy flavored vitamins
pillow fights and cuddling and matching pajamas
sends you pouty selfies to cheer you up
making out at night by the swings in the park
when watching tv he’d get super jealous when you show interest in other guys or groups besides him/astro
although he’s talkative a lot of the time, on some nights he’d be super quiet to just savor being with you
Amelia had been working tirelessly to perfect one recipe that she ended up with several that we’re borderline genius. The young woman loved a challenge when it came to natural, herbal medicinal goodies. Types of things that not only helped but were also pleasant on the senses. She handpicked each herb from her garden, gathered the honey from the beehives on the estate, as well as dug up the ginger root. She ground up, sliced, diced, dried, and ground things up some more. She blended and mixed until she got just the right consistency, so she thought. “Aww, piddle!”, she said softly, though with quite a bit of disgust once her twentieth batch came out chewy after they dried. The young lady popped one into her mouth and canted her head as she took in the strong, but somewhat admirable flavor of the chewy, ginger candy. “These migh’ do fer som'hin maybe quick like. I’ll let Lady Ludlow try these and see if they a’ leas’ help.”, she mumbled out as she swallowed the remnants of the chewy candy. Without wasting a single moment, she wrapped each one up in it’s own little wrapper and placed them in a large bag that held about one hundred pieces.
The next day when her chores were done the chestnut-haired woman went back into her little shop by the herb garden and went to work again. Today, Amelia was determined to figure out a proper mixture to make the hard candies, once and for all. She boiled the honey and ginger, adding some mint in the end, “Oh, tha’ll be a nice touch.” She let the mixture cool, but it wasn’t very thick as she attempted to mold little candies. “Ah, bloody lemon drops! Why can’ I ge’ this righ’?! This should be like any other candy I make, bu’ i’s jus’ no’ holdin up!” The woman watched the small globes melt into flat circles and hummed softly in thought. Amelia snapped her fingers and ran to the kitchen to get some lollipop sticks and placed them into the little honey and herbal puddles, “I be’ these would be nice to have if ya didn’ qui'e wan’ to keep such a strong flavor in your mou'h fer too long a’ a time.”. She tasted the mixture left in the simmering pot as they piece dried on the waxed paper, “Oh, yeah these are a bi’ strong. They’ll work like magic, bu’ I couldn’ handle holdin’ it my mou'h fer sure.” She coughed a couple times since the taste she took was quite a large glob of the mixture as she wrapped them up into individual wrappers and placed them into another sack, that held about fifty of the pops, to give to Lady Ludlow.
It was her day off this day, but of course all she’d rather do is play around within her garden and mess around with her large array of homegrown herbs and spices. Amelia brought some syrup with her this time. “This ough’ to do i’.”, she spoke out as she began heating up all of her ingredients with simple taste tests. Waiting until the liquid was hot, bubbly, and a thickened consistency before removing it from the heat, she brought the pot to the table and rested it on a thick cloth. Once cool enough, she dipped her hands in confectioner’s sugar and attempted to roll them up in little bit-sized bits. They held for a moment, but began to finally flatten out just like the lollies she made, “Oh, stuff and nonsense! Wha’ ever am I doin wrong?!”Ameliastomped her foot onto the floor and folded her arms with a huff, “Maybe if I….” She paused her voice and the rest of her words were spoken within her mind as she went ahead and let the ginger and honey discs dry on wax paper and dove into making one more batch for the day. This harvest witch fledgling was determined this was going to be the day her recipe was perfected!
Once the mixture cooled she coated her hands in powdered sugar, once again. Amelia gently rolled the pieces up and they were drying nearly too fast for her to shape them into what she intended, “By jolly! I think I go’ i’!” She rolled them out as quickly as she could before the mixture in the pot hardened too much to use and laid each candy to rest on the wax paper. She washed her hands and pulled up a chair, watching them closely with anticipation within her silvery hues. Unlike the rest of her trials and errors, the young woman finally achieved her goal. She grinned as she wrapped them up in waxed papers, “And they don’ even stick to me fingers when handlin ‘em either. Oh, wha’ a day! I can hardly wai’ ta give these to the Lady Ludlow.”
She wrapped the discs in delicate paper, stacked atop of each other and then tossed the candy pieces into another sack and tied it up. She glanced at all of the recipes she’d jotted down and pulled aside those of all the candies she’d made. Amelia gathered up each of the sacks of candy and the box of discs and carefully placed them into a large basket to carry back into the manor where she sought out Elizebella. “I hope these help with her nausea, as well as her friend, um–I can’ remember tha’ lovely woman’s name. Miss or was i’ Lady Th–”She shook her head with a hum,“I’ll jus’ have ta ask again. Lady Ludlow will understand. She knows I’m terrible with names.”Her words echoed down the halls as she spoke aloud to herself. Most would think she’s probably a bit crazy for doing so, but it was encouraged by Elizebella for her to do so. After all, she was still trying to find her voice again after being silent for so many years.
You have had a cold for a few days now and Ethan was begging you to let him come over and take care of you.
“Ethan, no. I don’t want you to get sick.” You said to him over the phone as he called you for the third time.
“(Y/N), I don’t care if I get sick. I can’t sit here and do nothing knowing that you’re sick and not feeling well.” He said. He was relentless.
“Ethan…” You sighed.
“I’m coming over. And you can’t stop me.” He said.
“Fine, you can come over. Just don’t blame me when you get sick.” You laughed.
“I won’t. See you in a bit.” He said. You said bye and hung up the phone, and just then, Ethan walked through your bedroom door with bags from the nearest drugstore.
“What the hell? We just got off of the phone.” You said as he jumped in the bed with you.
“I was already in the driveway.” He said.
“That’s a bit creepy.” You said as he kissed you on the forehead.
“Baby, you’re burning up.” He said.
“Really? I took some medicine earlier and thought it would have come down by now. What’s in the bag?” You asked.
“I brought you more medicine, candy, chips, and some movies. Oh, and I brought some soup too. So, I’m going to warm this up, you pick a movie, and we’re just gonna hang here while, while you get better.” He said as he kissed you.
“I love you.” You said smiling.
“I love you too.” He said as he got up to warm up your soup. You dug through the movies to pick one and you decided on Pitch Perfect. When Ethan came back, he handed you your soup and put on the movie. He spent the rest of the day at your house, watching movies with you, and making sure that you were taking your medicine.
* * *
A few weeks later, you were feeling better and was on your way over to Ethan’s to hang out. You knocked on the door and Grayson answered.
“Oh, hey (Y/N). Ethan is in his room.” He said. You nodded and made your way upstairs to Ethan’s room. You went in and he was wrapped in a bunch of blankets.
“Hey baby.” You said as you walked over to his bed. He threw the blankets off of himself and you noticed that his nose was red and his eyes were puffy.
“Hey.” He said, sounding stuffy.
“Awe, is poor little Ethan sick?” You said sarcastically. He laughed and nodded.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You told me so. Whatever.” He laughed as he pulled you down on the bed next to him.
“I did, didn’t I.” You laughed. You spent the rest of the day taking care of Ethan, just as he did for you when you were sick.
The Bachelor. The show you're thinking of, with everyone fighting over Tony, is the Bachelor. Like the Hunger Games, but more cutthroat.
The Bachelor AU where someone convinces Tony to be the bachelor (or do a reality show similar to it), and all of the others are the contestants. Nobody, Tony included, expects anything to come of it - perhaps most of them did it for the publicity/a prize or something - but they end up genuinely liking Tony and wanting to ‘win’ him. Chaos ensues. Someone does indeed get challenged to mortal combat. Clint and/or Natasha are eliminated, but refuse to leave. Thor gets caught making out with another contestant, Jane. Nobody knows T’Challa is actually a prince from Wakanda. Bucky originally only signs up so Steve will have moral support, but ends up being Steve’s biggest rival.
Pepper has to pop migraine medicine like candy, because the whole thing is a PR nightmare.
Request from anon: Can u do imagine with sammy being sick and cuddly ?
I just got off work from my night shift and come home to a sleepy Sammy. “Hey, i’ll go make breakfast you want that?” I whisper in his ear. “Yeahhhhh.” he says in a sleepy voice. I go downstairs and start cooking. “Breakfast is ready!” I yell from the kitchen. Usually I would hear feet from upstairs running, scattering then feet stomping down the stairs and coming into the kitchen. But it was different today. I hear feet slowly getting out of bed, slowly walking. Usually it takes about 1 minute to be in the kitchen after I yell breakfast. It took a good 7 minutes for him to finally get into the kitchen.
“How tired are you?” I just laugh, setting the plate on the table. All I hear him is moan and plop down on the chain. “Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhaaa” He kept saying. I turn to him questioning his sound. I walk up to him and bend to observe his face. His eyes were closed and puffy, red and stuffy nose and body not devouring his food. I put my hand on his forehead and he shivers at the touch of my cold hands. “You are burning up.” I go to the drawer and take out a thermometer. I open his mouth a little and put it in. “102.3 … Looks like you won’t be having solid foods today.” He tries to sick fight back, “Noooooooo. I waaaaaaannttt thaaaatttttt. I neeeeeeeddd ittttttt!” He reaches out his hands for it. “No, what you need is to get your sick butt back into bed. Go on, upstairs, back into bed. I will bring some soup and tea in a few.” I put my hands on my hips looking at him. “And some cuddles?” “And some cuddles.” “Yayy.” He just whispered as he made his way up the stairs and back into bed.
I made soup and tea and went upstairs to have him eat. I set it on the night stand and sit on the bed, shaking him to wake up. “Sammy, wake up. There’s some soup, tea and water here. You need to eat and drink. Hey, come on.” He wakes up and sits up from the bed. “Can you feed me?” He asks like a little boy with his congested voice. My face just softens at his voice and sigh, picking up the soup and feeding him soup, spoonful after spoonful. After feeding him and making him drink his fluid, “Mmmmm thank you.” His eyes become droopy and he slides back down on his back, turning on his side, grabbing a pillow and snuggles it. Instantly i hear light snores coming from him. I quickly go to the store to get him some medicine and come back home to him slowly walking around the house.
“What are you doing out of bed?” I said closing the front door behind me. “I was looking for you…” He looked at me with puppy dog eyes. “Go back to bed. I’ll bring up more tea and water so you can take your medicine.” He does one step at a time going up the stairs as i watch him making sure he doesn’t lean or fall back. Once he hits the top, i bring the stuff into the kitchen and get more tea, orange juice, and water. I bring it upstairs, “Sammy, time to take some medicine.”
“I don’t wanna!” He whines out. “You are 20 years old, not 2.” I gave him a look, sitting down on the bed, handing him his medicine. “Why did you get cheeeeeerrrrry? I want bubble gum!!!” “They didn’t have bubblegum. It’s medicine not candy. Take your medicine and drink orange juice with it.” He shots the medicine with a gross look on his face and chugs the orange juice. “Ok, go back to bed okay?” I say, tucking him in. Once again, he knocks out just like that. I clean up the house while he sleeps, staying up, just in case Sammy wants something.
I walk upstairs and see him sound asleep. I go to my side of the bed and sit there next to him, reading a book. I start to stroke his hair, because i know he loves it when i do.
I stroke it for a good 10 minutes straight and I stop randomly. He starts to fidget around then grabs onto my waist and quickly pulls me against him making me squeal. His head rested on my hips as he hugs around my thighs. “Sam let go.” “Noooooo.. I want to cudddleeeeeeeee!” He whines out. I roll my eyes, putting down my book and try to get his grip off of me. “No!” He holds on tighter. “I THOUGHT YOU WANTED TO CUDDLE!” “Okaay.” He said in his little kid voice. He releases me and I start to slide down as he cuddles me. “Thank you for taking care of me.” He mumbles on my arm. I smile and kiss the back of his head. “Anything for my baby boy.” I stroke his head to make him fall asleep again.