sick omg no

I’m sat in the bath at 4am cause my stomach is aching and i hear a small sound. I look around and obvs everyone is asleep so i pay no mind to it. I hear it again, then again. Im kinda confused at this point, looking around the bathroom, cause i dont get where the sound is coming from. Suddenly i realise this is the pitter patter of rain hitting the window near the bath, which slowly turns into a storm. Now i am sat in a bathtub at 4am, everyone asleep, the birds gone silent, listening to the sound of rain outside the window, the heat of the bath making me feel okay. This is calm. This is good

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“Why is it always the air lock?!” Lance grumbled from the corner. He pulled his jacket tightly around him in an attempt to stop the violent shivers that racked his body.

“Relax,” Keith brushed him off, “Coran and Pidge will have us out in no time.”

Lance nodded. He knew that, realistically, but it didn’t stop him from wanting out now. He was cold, tired, and had a monster of a headache–it had been a long day.

“I know,” Lance muttered. “I’ll feel better when we can get out of here and warm up,” he admitted. “Sorry for complaining.”

“You’re cold?” Keith asked. 

“You’re not?”

“No,” he replied, “I’m actually a little toasty. Here,” he shrugged off his jacket and put it around Lance’s shoulders. Lance wanted to protest, but it was warm from Keith’s body heat, and felt so nice on his back…

“Thanks,” he said tiredly. “If you get cold, though, take it back. I don’t want to be the reason you freeze to death in this ice box of an air lock.”

“Are you seriously that cold?” Keith asked, sounding surprised. He studied Lance’s features and noticed the slight pallor of his skin, and the slight slick of sweat on his forehead. Lance was also shivering fiercely. “Are you feeling okay?”

“Fine,” Lance shrugged, “A bit of a headache,” he admitted, “but I’m good.”

Keith let the subject drop, for now. However, now that it was silent, he noticed something else about the blue paladin: his breathing was off. There was a slight congested crackling in the bottoms of his lungs when he breathed, and Keith hadn’t noticed Lance trying to nonchalantly clear it away until the air lock had fell silent. Now, however, he could hear the stifled coughs that Lance was fighting with. His mouth was closed, and the sound his lungs were making with each heave of breath was alarmingly wet. 

“You’re sick,” Keith asserted. There was no hiding it now. 

“It’s just a little cough, Keith,” Lance argued. His voice sounded raspy and painful. 

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was just going to try to sleep it off,” Lance admitted. “Then we got stuck in here, and I figured you had bigger things to worry about.”

“I really don’t,” Keith objected. He reached out to Lance’s huddled, still-shivering frame and rested the backs of his hand on his cheek, then migrated to the back of his neck, and finally resting on his forehead. Warm, maybe too warm, but not hot.

“I think you’ve got a fever, but I can’t really tell.”

“I’m fine,” Lance argued again. “I just want to sleep.” He coughed once more with a closed mouth, and Keith could see what a strain it was. 

“Don’t do that,” Keith scolded, “You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

“I don’t want to get you sick,” Lance pointed out. 

“We’re stuck in an air lock breathing the same air, and you’ve probably got a fever. I think it’s safe to say I’ve already been exposed.”

“Well, I don’t want to increase the risk.” Lane coughed a few more times, still stifling them as best he could, but he was getting a bit desperate for oxygen, if he was being honest. He couldn’t properly clear his lungs this way, and the more he coughed, the more fluid seemed to bubble in to fill up his chest. The coughing got more desperate, and he turned away from Keith to cover his face with his sleeve. He was barely getting in a breath between hacks. 

“Hey, you need to breathe,” Keith commented worriedly, moving closer to the ill paladin and resting a hand on his shoulder. Lance wasn’t listening. His face was turning red with the lack of air. “Lance, can you hear me? You need to get air,” he instructed. Lance blindly shoved Keith off him, Keith fought back, straightening Lance out of his doubled over position to sit up propped against Keith. Lance didn’t put up much of a fight, and as the coughing finally began to subside, Keith felt him go slack so completely that he had to lean over to make sure he was still awake.

“Is this better?” Keith asked. “Can you breathe like this?” 

Lance nodded weakly. Keith could feel the congestion rattling around in his lungs through every short, rapid breath. 

“How are you two doing?” Shiro’s voice asked through the air lock window. 

“Shiro, thank God,” Keith almost laughed with relief. 

“What’s going on? Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, but Lance is sick.” He once more reached around the boy to feel his forehead, alarmed to find how much his temperature had risen in such a short time. 

“Hey, Shiro,” Lance smiled, “How close are we to getting out of here?”

“Pretty close, buddy,” Shiro reassured him. “How’re you feeling?”

“I’m okay,” Lance lied. 

“He’s burning up,” Keith informed. Shiro’s eyebrows furrowed in concern.

“Aw, Shiro, don’t look like that. It’s just a cold,” Lance assured, but found himself thrown into another fit of deep coughing. 

“That sounds bad,” Shiro worried. After spending so long in a Galra prison, he knew pneumonia when he heard it. “Like, really bad. We need to get him out of there as soon as possible.” Lance’s breaths were shallow, and Shiro could tell that it hurt to take in much air.

“Will you go tell them to hurry?” Keith asked.

“They’re working as fast as they can, but I think it would only distract them to be worrying about Lance right now,” Shiro admitted. “We’re just going to have to sit tight for a while.

Lance was still trying to stifle his coughing as much as he possibly could. 

“Why’s he–”

“He’s afraid of infecting me,” Keith said. “I tried to tell him not to worry about it, but you know Lance.”

“Yeah,” Shiro smiled. “Lance, listen, you’re not going to get Keith sick; I don’t think what you have is contagious,” Shiro informed, “So I want your only focus to be on breathing, okay? Feel Keith’s breaths and try to match them.” Lance winced.

“I can’t,” he strained weakly, “My chest.” 

“Don’t push it. Just do your best. I don’t like how grey your complexion is turning.”

Keith was sweating in the heat of the air lock and underneath Lance’s fever-hot body. Lance, on the other hand, was shaking like a leaf. His teeth were chattering against the cold, which Keith was sure wasn’t helping his breathing. After a few minutes, he seemed to fall into an uneasy sleep.

“I don’t know how to help him, Shiro,” Keith admitted. 

“You’re doing fine,” he promised. “I didn’t want to freak him out, but I think he’s got pneumonia. The door should be open soon, I’m sure of it.”

And sure enough, it was only a few more minutes before the air lock slid open and Shiro and Keith were able to scoop Lance up and take him to the castle’s infirmary to pump him full of antibiotics. 

“You going to bed?” Shiro asked on his way out the door. “You’ve had a rough day.”

“I just don’t want him to wake up here alone,” Keith replied. “He was so feverish when we pulled him out of the air lock, I doubt he’ll remember anything. I don’t want him to freak out.”

Shiro smiled proudly. “I’ll stay with you, then,” he said, pulling up a chair next to Keith’s. “You did a good job with him.”

Keith laughed out loud. “I had no idea what I was supposed to do.”

“I think that just having you there was enough.” Keith nodded and allowed his eyes to slip closed. As long as he was there, Lance would be fine.

anonymous asked:

Do you think Clarke had already subconsciously fallen for Bellamy when she was with Finn and Lexa? It seems like both Finn and Lexa had questioned her about this in an indirect manner.

Short answer: Yes.

Long answer:

The attraction has been there since season 1. That’s for sure. I mean look at her face. They were openly flirting in this scene.

And Finn saw that too.

I think she started having feelings (in a romantic sense of the word) for Bellamy in season 2. She asked specifically if Finn and Bellamy made it. Twice.  She put Bellamy on the same level as her love interest. (Did she ask for Monroe? Sterling? Octavia? No.)

She ran through the camp just to get to him and the hug… even Bellamy himself was shocked. Octavia noticed (”There’s something I thought I’d never see.” + her facial expression is also very telling) Damn just rewatch it. Pay a special attention to Clarke’s facial expressions. Compare Bellarke hug to Clarke/Octavia hug - that’s a massive difference.

Clarke still felt guilty for closing the door on Bellamy and Finn. That’s very evident in that scene by the fire in 2x05.  Bellamy offered her understanding. “It had to be done.” He made it very clear that he’s not holding it against her, that he understand why she did it. He reassured her she’d done the right thing. And that’s something Clarke needed at this moment. She was kinda on her own in the Mountain. She was suspicious and trying to get out while the other were trying to convince her they’re finally safe. Then she espaced with the knowledge she left them all behind in MW (which is not what happened but I’m pretty sure Clarke thought something like this). And then she reunited with Bellamy and suddenly she was not alone. She got her partner back. 

And then in 2x05-2x08, they were back in their co-leaders mode. They were so in sync…. Since this episode (meaning 2x05) Bellamy is the person she trusts the most. The person who understands the burden of being a leader and carries it with her. She started falling for Bellamy in these episodes. She still had feelings for Finn but she was not exactly “with Finn”. She wasn’t Finn with since the moment Raven’d landed on the Earth.

The narrative backs me up in 2x09. Clarke just killed Finn and one of the first things she said to Bellamy in this episode is “I can’t lose you too.” Again, Bellamy is put at the same level as the person she’d said “I love you” just a few hours ago.Later in the episode L/xa (sorry guys but thi will show up in the tag anyway since the anon used the correct name) and Clarke had conversation about leading their people and L/xa confided a story of her lost love to Clarke. Clarke needed to stop the pain. She wanted to become a strong stoic leader and make sure she will never have to feel this way again so she built the walls around her heart and emotionally shut herself off. “Love is weakness.” And what is the first thing Clarke did? She sent Bellamy away with the words “I was being weak. It’s worth the risk.” This is Clarke trying to be like L/xa - strong leader devoid of emotions. And what is Clarke’s last line in this episode? “Love is weakness.” Hmmm interesting. So yeah I think she started realizing she has feelings for Bellamy in 2x09 but that’s one of the reasons she sent him away. 

She realized her mistake pretty fast because basically all episode of 2b is Clarke being constantly worried about Bellamy (2x11 is a perfect example but it’s in every single episode). Yet she never stopped believing in Bellamy. She never doubted him. She always believed he’d succeed in this mission.

Even L/xa saw it and called Clarke out on her feelings for Bellamy. “You care about him.” “I care about all of them.” “Yet you worry about him more.” FUCK EVEN L/XA SAW IT.

“…besides, we lost contact with Bellamy.” she’s blinking the tears back again.

And their reunion in the tunnels in 2x16? Clarke is speechless, she’s just staring at Bellamy in wonder, blinking the tears back. She absolutely stunned and the relief is written all over her face.

Moving on…. she didn’t tell anyone else but Bellamy that she’s leaving (maybe expect for Monty). She didn’t even tell her mother. Anyways, did she kiss Monty goodbye? No, she didn’t.


Now for the second part of your question. I’d like to start by saying that Clarke probably spent plenty of time thinking about the delinquents and Bellamy in particular during those 3 months between s2 and s3. Now I’m talking about platonic Bellarke. She thought of him as her partner, friend, co-leader. Se thought of him as a person who pulled that lever with her.

And then she finally saw him again when he came to rescue her. He caressed her face and hair and she’s absolutely stunned. She just started at him with wide eyes. She begged for his life, her voice breaking and she’s do anything - even sacrificing her own life for him (don’t forget that she didn’t know Roan is taking her to Polis, she thought he’s taking her to Nia who wants to kill her). This scene kills me every damn time because it’s the least platonic shit I’ve ever seen. And Roan noticed (and as the season went on, he kept on noticing).

Then everything had changed because Roan brought her to Polis and Clarke was forced to play a role of Wanheda, She became a political figure. War was about to happen and Skaikru was in danger. She didn’t trust L/xa (for a good reason because obviously L/xa betrayed them before) so she had to stay to make sure L would keep her word AND SHE WASN’T READY TO COME BACK. NOT YET. That’s why she decided to stay in Polis in 3x03. If you watch the scene closely, you can see that the conversation with Bellamy wasn’t easy for Clarke. When he walked away, she had to take a moment to blink back the tears and take a deep breath before she was ready to turn around and play the role of wanheda again.

Since 3x04 she was falling for L/xa. But at the same time, she never stopped having feelings for Bellamy. It is possible to love two people at the same time. But I believe Clarke didn’t realize the true nature of her feelings for Bellamy.

One of my scene is definitely their argument in 3x05. I analyzed it in details so you can check that out. Clarke was stunned. She was absolutely crushed. But that scene also kinda woke her up. She was on her own for 3 months, she was isolated from her people in Polis (which is the main reason I’m always saying she was a terrible ambassador) and this argument finally showed her the reality and the consequences of what’s been going on in Arkadia in between 2x16 and 3x05. She realized she’s not the only one who’s hurting. She saw how broken Bellamy was. And she believed her they could fix it all. Together. But she said a few words that triggered Bellamy and he did what he did (again, I talked about it in detail a few months ago).

After the debacle in Arkadia, she focused on playing the role on wanheda again in order to keep her people safe. She was getting closer and closer with L/xa and eventually she fall for her…. and we all know how that played out. Clarke lost another person she loved. At that time, that was all she could think of. Everything happened so fast and then there was the flame, Titus, Murphy… she didn’t have time to think about her feelings. She was overwhelmed. Her feelings for Bellamy were still buried inside of her though without her realizing it.

The Bellarke reunion in 3x11 is interesting for many reasons. Clarke expression can be interpreted many ways but I think she’s also shocked she saw Bellamy, relieved he’s alive and relatively well (she had to blink to make sure he’s really standing there in front of her) and she was also scared. She didn’t know where they stood because the last time they saw each other he handcuffed her and she tazed him.

3b was about finding their way back to each other and Bellamy realizing his feelings for Clarke. Yes, I think that at this point Bellamy is aware of his feelings for Clarke. Clarke on the other hand is not but the feelings are definitely there and have been since season 2. Those feelings never disappeared and I hope we’ll get to see Clarke bringing these feeling back on the surface and becoming aware of her them.

5

I’m only honest when it rains. If I time it right, the thunder breaks. When I open my mouth. I want to tell you but I don’t know how. I’m only honest when it rains, an open book with a torn out page, and my ink’s run out. I want to love you but I don’t know how.

Okay, my dudes.  Here’s another AU, this time where Lance and Shiro are both elementary school teachers.  This is gonna be a two parter, because I want to whump both Lance and Shiro, but I’m not very good at wumping two people at the same time, so I’m not gonna.  

Honestly, I’m blown away by how much support you’ve given me, and I really want to thank all of you, I really appreciate it (this is a total understatement, I don’t know how to express my appreciation for you guys).


Lance and Shiro were fifth grade team teachers at their local elementary school. It was the week before summer break, the kids were going crazy with anticipation. Shiro was handling it in stride, and normally Lance would be too.  Except, Shiro had watched him grow more and more frustrated and tired as this last week dragged on.  

Lance had woken up with a headache that was throbbing behind his eyes and in his temples.  He picked up on it when Lance slid into the passenger’s seat of Shiro’s car and immediately slumped down as far as possible without actually sitting on the floor.  When Shiro asked if he was alright, he mumbled out a sleepy “headache”, and didn’t say anything else for the rest of the drive.  

It was uncharacteristically Lance.

“Hey, man!” Shiro said cheerily, walking into the teacher’s lounge.  He sat down at the table across from Lance.  “I’m telling you, those kids are psychotic.”
“Nnngh…tell me about it.” Lance groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Still got that headache?”
“Mmmm…” He nodded, closing his eyes. “I’m tired, man.”
“Yeah, no kidding.” Shiro frowned. “Are you alright? You’re never this tired.”
“Yeah, well.” Lance mumbled, shrugging listlessly.
“Are you going to eat?” He asked, nodding his head towards Lance’s sack lunch, which was sitting in front of him, untouched.
“Not hungry.” He shook his head, the movement clumsy as black dots clouded his vision.  He let out a groan and flopped forward, pressing his forehead to the table.
“Lance.” Shiro said, putting a hand on the back of his neck. “Shit.”
“Mmm?”
“You’re burning up, man.”
“I’m fine.”
“Yeah, right. Come on, go tell Alice you need to go home.”
“I’m fine, Shiro.” He said flatly.  
“You just face planted onto the table.”
“M’fine.”
“Lance-”
Lance sat up and looked bleary-eyed at Shiro. “There are only two more hours left in the  day.”
Shiro pursed his lips.  “You should at least try to eat something.”
Lance sighed, pressing his cheek back to the table.  “I don’t know, man…I don’t think I can eat anything.”
“Are you nauseous?”
“No…not really, I’m just really not hungry.”
“Lance…this really isn’t a good idea.  If you’re sick, you really should go home.”
He groaned.  “I’ll be fine.”
“What are you going to do with the kids?” He asked, leaning back in his chair.
“I dunno…put on a movie or something.”
Shiro’s eyebrows shot up.  “You know you’ll get in trouble if you do that.”
“I don’t care, Shiro.” He spat in annoyance.
“Let’s combine classes.”
Lance sat up, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “You really want to put fifty crazy ten and eleven year olds in one room?”
“Yeah, why not? You look like you’re about to pass out.”
“Yeah, okay.” He mumbled.  

It wasn’t even two hours from lunch to the end of the day, and Lance deteriorated quickly.  He tried to be upbeat and enthusiastic for his students, but Shiro watched with thinly veiled concern as he got worse and worse. He had tried to stifle the sneezing and coughing, but by the end, he had to excuse himself multiple times to the restroom to blow his nose, or practically hack up a lung.  

He felt awful.  One of the teachers in passing shot him a sympathetic look and fished a packet of DayQuil out of her bag for him.

Unfortunately, DayQuil knocked him out as much as Nyquil did (which he forgot until he started feeling drowsy).  So, with ten minutes until the end of the day, he returned to where Shiro and the fifty fifth graders were, sat down at a desk, and promptly fell asleep.

“Lance, buddy.” Shiro said, once the last student filed out of the room. “Come on, wake up.  School is out, it’s time to get you home.”
Lance forced his eyes open, and then promptly shut them as the world swam and spun around him.
“Shiro?” He croaked, going into a weak coughing fit.  
“Yes?’
“I think I’m s-ehh…Ehh-t’sheww! *Snff* Sick.”
“Yeah, I think so, too.” He said, putting a hand on Lance’s shoulder.  He could feel the heat radiating through his shirt.  “You’re really burning up…I think you need to call out tomorrow.”
“Nnngh…I’ll be fine.” He groaned through a coughing fit.
Shiro pulled him to his feet. “Bullshit, Lance.”
Lance swayed heavily on his feet, his entire body aching.  

*

It took thirty five minutes to get him home, and normally, Shiro would have just dropped him off and headed home.  However, Lance was desperately sick, and was too out of it for Shiro to be okay with leaving him alone.  

“Alright, buddy.” Shiro grunted, readjusting his grip on Lance while he unlocked Lance’s apartment. “Let’s get you lying down, you need to rest.”

Lance let out a weak squawk of indignation, and croaked out a miserable, pitiful “I’m fine.”
Shiro chuckled.  “I really wish I could believe that, but considering I’m carrying you inside…I can’t.”
He got Lance to the couch, and then went in search of the thermometer and fever reducers.  

Shiro heard a weak, muffled coughing fit, followed by a whimper, and he sighed.  

“What the hell?” He heard Keith ask, and then he heard footprints.  “Oh hey, Shiro. Is Lance dead? Because he looks like he’s dead. Did you kill my roommate?”
“He’s sick.”
“Yeah, no kidding.  What happened? He just had a headache this morning.”
“I don’t even know what happened.  I can’t find the thermometer, where is it?”
“Uh….not entirely sure. Bathroom cabinet maybe?”

Finally, Shiro did find it and when he finally was able to get back to Lance, he just about had a heart attack.  Lance was deathly pale, there were dark bags under his eyes, and there was a thin sheen of sweat covering his face.  A bright red fever flush was spread across his cheekbones, and he was staring straight ahead, completely out of it. His eyes were glassy, and filled with tears, and he looked like he was going to burst into tears at any moment.  Keith stood next to Shiro, looking at Lance Anxiously.

“Lance, are you okay?” Shiro asked, sticking the thermometer in his ear.  It beeped in at nearly 104, and both Shiro and Keith flew into a panic.
“What do we do?!” Keith cried.  
“Go get ice packs and wet some washcloths.  We need to get this down now.” He said.
“Yeah, okay.” Keith nodded once before he went in search of everything he needed to help his roommate.

Shiro pulled Lance into a sitting position quickly.  He lolled forward, and Shiro propped him up as he squeezed his cheeks to get his mouth open so he could give him medicine.  

“I know you don’t feel well, and I know you’re really out of it right now, but I need you to not choke on this.”

Lance swallowed the pills, but spluttered into a coughing fit as he choked on the water.  

Shiro patted his back lightly. “Breathe, dude.  Breathe.”

“Okay, okay here!” Keith cried, hurrying back in the room. He dropped the ice packs on the coffee table next to the couch, and handed Shiro the damp washcloths.  
“Help me get his shirt off.” Shiro instructed, still holding Lance up.  

Keith tugged his shirt off, and Shiro eased him back down into the pillows, and then placed the washcloths on his chest, stomach and forehead.  Shiro placed the ice packs around Lance and than crossed his arms and stared down at him in anticipation.

Around the thirty minute mark, Lance inhaled sharply, and looked around bleary-eyed.  

“Wha’happened?” He slurred tiredly.
Shiro stuck the thermometer in his ear.  “Your fever spiked.”
“It’s a good thing Shiro was here.  You probably would have died.”
Lance mumbled something unintelligible, his eyelids drooping as he went into a chesty coughing fit.  He sniffled miserably, and Shiro sighed in relief when the thermometer read 101.4.
Shiro took off the washcloths and ice packs, and then looked at Keith.  “Go get him a blanket.”
“On it.” He said, hurrying off, panic in his chest.

“Lance, talk to me. What’s bothering you?”
“Nnngh.” He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.  “Ehhh…hehh-k'tshIEW! Hehh'kSHEW! Hehh…hehh'kshHEWW! *Snff* *Snff* My head…and throat…everything hurts.  I think I’m dying.  I might actually be dead.” He sounded miserably congested, and he felt even worse.
Shiro laughed.  “I think it’s the flu, buddy.  You’re not dying, it just feels like it.  You really need to call out of work.”
Lance groaned.  “It’s the last week.”
“I know, but you just spiked a one hundred and four degree fever. I know you’ll miss saying goodbye to your students, but you really need to take it easy.”
He nodded tiredly, pulling his phone out of his pocket.  “I’m really dizzy.”
“You need some food.”
“M’not hungry.”
“I know, but you need food. It’ll help you feel better.”
“Maybe in a little while.” Lance mumbled once Keith came back with the blanket and draped it over him.
Shiro sighed in defeat.  “Yeah, okay.  We’ll try again when you wake up. Get some sleep.”