#Cold weather pneumonia

[lady-forest]

winter days

[brolapse]

It’s so cold at my job rn I might just get pneumonia again

[sigh-tofm]

when they’re sick…

… price

- banishes himself to the couch and refuses care (to begin with). huffs and gruffs about not needing any special treatment, “‘s only a cold, hon”. his high fever begs to differ, though, so you pull out wool socks and thick knit jacket for him, not willing to let this cold develop into pneumonia. he goes on and on about how it’s not necessary, but you gently ignore him and cook up broth and toast for him in the kitchen, all the while overhearing his violent coughing fits. when you go back out to the living room he’s already asleep, not even snoring, and so pale in the face that he looks much older than he is. you pull a blanket over him and patiently sit next to him in an armchair, reading your book. when he wakes up he lets you dote on him without much complaining (though he doesn’t let you spoon feed him) and begrudgingly agrees to let you call his doctor in the morning if the coughing gets worse. he won’t say it but he secretly likes being taken care of for once.

… kyle

- loves being doted on by you. knows how to play it up a little, has observed his sisters get exactly what they want once they start coughing. bats his lashes at you and for lunch he sweetly asks for that chicken soup you know he likes so much. you let him get away with it because he is the most attentive boyfriend ever every time you’re even slightly under the weather - and you like getting to take care of the man who normally is so attuned to your needs. he will forgo the couch in favour of the bed and smile the way only he can when you come by with a tray of food for him. when the evening comes he’s long since fallen asleep when you come to bed. he’s grown more and more feverish throughout the day, despite your careful ministering of hydration and nourishment, and his face is ashen. you get a cool washcloth to put over his eyes and lie down next to him, gently spooning your wonderful boyfriend who could use some extra loving right now.

… johnny

- kinda wants you to get sick too. not in a malicious way, but in a ‘let’s rot on the couch together’-way. will beg you to stay home with him, says he needs you to keep him company while he watches footie reruns and that you’ll probably get sick either way when you already live in the same house and sleep in the same bed, so you might as well just take the week off. is in a cheery mood, especially considering the number showing on the thermometer and the way he slowly stumbles across the floor. you almost start thinking he’s making it all up, maybe heating the thermometer on a light bulb like a schoolboy, until you come home one day and find him bent over the toilet bowl, groaning. you take a little pity on him then and cook him plain rice and slice up a banana for him, easily digestible foods. he has no complaints nor requests and is unusually silent as you bundle him up and serve him the food (but still make him sit on the bathroom floor, he’s still looking a little green). he gets a sad little smile when you tell him you’ll take the day off tomorrow, because he shouldn’t be alone if he can’t keep food down. and as he said, you’ll probably get sick anyway, so you might as well.

… simon

- is lost. it happens so rarely to him that he doesn’t know how to respond to it. gunshot wounds, stab wounds and broken bones are fine; those he knows how to handle. rattling coughs, nausea and fevers are so rare for him that he doesn’t quite know what to do. one thing he does know is that it makes him vulnerable. a man who can’t stand up without leaning on a wall or can’t breathe silently is no use, he knows, so he does his best to hide it. denies it when you ask about his cough and shakes his head every now and then to fight off the nausea (it doesn’t work). you catch on when you lie a hand on his neck and retract it quickly when you feel the heat on his skin. you make him take a lukewarm shower and sit him down on the sofa with a blanket over his shoulders, while you go make soup. when you come back he’s laid down, as if he’s finally let the sickness catch up with him. he looks like the child he never got to be, all glassy eyed and skin blushing from the fever. you sit with him the rest of the night, spoon feeding him soup and gently petting his hair. if that’s a tear running down his cheek, none of you say anything about it.

[monayazjii2]

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‏ I'm suffering from a chest crisis, and I have severe pneumonia🩻, it's hard for me to breathe in this cold weather, and I don't sleep from a lot of coughing🤧, please help me to buy the necessary treatment💊, antibiotics and sprays for me,

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[evelyns-envy]

Headcanons for Jason Grace being sick and needing to be taken care of?

"It's okay to not be okay."

synopsis: when jason refuses to admit that he's sick, you refuse to let him overwork himself and force him to let you baby him.

warnings! - tooth rotting fluff, jason being a whiny little creature, you pampering him to the point of him near-breakdown!

jason grace could be trembling with a 104 degree fever and insist on going to help other campers.

this man has the most wonderful immune system that he rarely ever even gets sick in the first place.

howeverrr- when he does, it's like all hell has broke loose in his mind and body.

considering jason's powers to manipulate wind and weather, he gets freezing when sick.

will go through live three boxes of tissues in a day from all the sneezing

(has the cutest fucking sneeze whenever hes not feeling good and you fawn over him even more than usual)

literally so damn clingy whenever hes sick too

he's practically making you a human blanket due to how cold he is (under two MORE blankets)

in the early stages of sickness, he'll deny that he feels bad and try to cram in as much praetor work as humanly possible.

lowkey has no idea you actually want to take care of him and help him get better since he's basically had to take care of himself his whole life

this boy is so damn difficult to take care of bc he insists that he has work to do (he has deadly pneumonia :)!)

"jase- please sweetheart. lay down. put the packet on the desk and come rest."

"but love, the people *cough* need me."

"and they're gonna keep needing you. you can do your work later when you feel better."

"no."

"i'll play with your hair."

"i mean if you insist.."

he is undoubtedly in bed for the rest of the day

he wakes up like three hours later, still a little cold but wrapped in the arms of the most perfect human he's ever seen.

"mornin' sweet boy."

if people could melt like snowmen, jason would be a puddle.

"hi."

he squeaked, gazing up at you with those loving eyes and dilated pupils.

his glasses rest on the nightstand, his arms around your waist.

his hair was insanely messy, but it was quite endearing considering he always tried to have his hair perfect.

i feel like whenever he's sick, his skin gets super hypersensitive.

so, with every soft kiss to his forehead, ever gentle touch of skin on skin, a quite whimper would be pulled from his mouth.

after ever embarrassing noise (only embarrassing to him, you're reeling every time he whimpers), his face would flush, and he would avoid eye contact.

after a little longer of sleepy noises and gentle touches, he'd drift back to sleep without a care in the world.

overall, taking care of him is a solid 8/10 :)))

[goldenempyrean]

for your drabbles request, i was thinking something like this:

W: “Do you not see how pale you are right now?”     

R: “Can you just shut up for a second?”

W: "You can’t drive home in your condition.”  

with sick!reader and caretaker!wanda, kinda angsty but with a happy ending if possible :)

Second Opinion

〚 Notes - Just a drabble....whole story? Potato potatah? Wanda's a major bitch at the start of this but we'll look over it because she redeems herself <3 Sorry this took a while, I got sent home from work sick so finally had the time to finish this :,) 〛

〚 Pairing - Wanda Maximoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Your camping trip doesn't go to plan. Wanda isn't exactly helping you feel better. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1530 〛

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“I knew you didn’t check the weather.” Wanda grumbled from the under the small shelter you’d both huddled beneath, shaking out her soaked hair and scrunching up her damp curls before shooting you an annoyed look. 

“I didnt realise it was going to rain!” You threw your hands up defensively, the action had sent the water droplets on your arms splashing in every direction, “I’m just as soaked as you are! How was I meant to know the tent wasn’t waterproof?” 

The pair of you loved to camp, it was always fun to get out into nature, switch off your electronics and unwind. It was something you did every year. Unfortunately you’d forgotten to check the weather before rushing off for a weekend away. It had rained heavily throughout the night and much to Wanda’s horror, had made the tragic discovery that the tent you’d been sleeping in was definitely not waterproof. 

You’d both woken up to find yourselves soaked to the bone,  laying in freezing cold water… Not the greatest way to wake up. 

Wanda sighed, rubbing her arms for warmth. "Well, what do we do now? We can't stay here in this soggy mess." 

“We can pack up everything into the boot, there should be a tarp in there so it wont ruin the interior. Then I guess we just head home?”  You sniffled, as a chill rolled up your arms. 

Wanda grumbled as she helped gather up the soggy camping gear, shooting you occasional glares that seemed to say, "This is all your fault." Meanwhile, you couldn't shake off the chill that had settled deep into your bones. The feeling of your damp clothes sticking to you only added to your discomfort. 

But as you packed up, Wanda's annoyance seemed to intensify with every wet item she handled. "I can't believe this," She muttered, shaking out a drenched sleeping bag. "We should have checked the weather. This is just typical of you! You’re so unprepared!” 

You tried to muster a defense, but your voice came out weak and raspy. "I'm sorry, okay? I didn't mean for this to happen." You cringed a little at the sound of your voice. You’d had a cold for the past week however you’d started feeling better for the last few days but you’d supposed that waking up shivering and soaked would make anyone feel ill again. 

As Wanda continued to grumble, you couldn't help but sneeze, the action sent had you stumbling forward a little and you really hadn’t been able to cover your mouth in time… 

"Ugh, seriously?" she snapped, wiping at her dampened clothes with annoyance. "First, the weather, and now you're sneezing on me? Could this day get any worse?" 

You winced, feeling guilty for both the sneeze and the situation as a whole. "I-I'm sorry," you stammered, reaching for a tissue to cover your mouth. "It's this stupid cold. I can't help it." 

Wanda rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed.  

“Go wait in the car,” She gave you a stern look, the kind she had when she wouldn’t take no for an answer and pointed to the vehicle. “You better take those soaked clothes off as well, I need you getting pneumonia.” 

You sniffled, not bothering to argue any longer. The corners of your temples had started to ache and you couldn’t deal with her attitude. 

“Fine!” You climbed into the driver’s side and closed the door with a slam. 

As Wanda continued packing up the camping gear, her frustration seemed to grow with each soggy item she handled. She muttered under her breath, shooting occasional glances towards the car where you were waiting. 

“Are you even able to drive safely?” Wanda mumbled under her breath as she clambered into the passenger seat only ten minutes later. You sent her an unimpressed glare. “I’m being serious, I mean do you not see how pale you are right now? What if you fall asleep while driving?” 

"Can you just shut up for a second?" You snapped back, feeling the throbbing ache in your temples intensify with each passing moment. You weren’t in the mood to argue from the second she’d gotten in the car. 

Wanda sighed heavily, her frustration mixing with genuine worry. "You can't drive home in your condition." 

You leaned back in the seat, the cold seeping into your bones and sapping what little energy you had left. "I'll manage," you muttered stubbornly, though the idea of driving in your current state filled you with dread. 

Her eyes narrowed, a distinct crease forming in her brow, “No you won’t manage! Just let me drive, Y/N, for gods sake!” 

You knew she was right; driving in your current state was a recipe for disaster. Reluctantly, you handed over the keys, feeling defeated and utterly drained. 

Wanda wasted no time taking charge, starting the car and adjusting the mirrors before pulling out of the campsite. You slumped in the passenger seat, feeling the chill of your soaked clothes seep deeper into your bones. Every bump in the road sent a jolt of pain through your head, and you squeezed your eyes shut, hoping to ease the throbbing. 

You sniffled, trying to stifle the tickle in your nose, but it persisted, building with each passing moment until you couldn't help but let out a series of harsh, miserable sneezes. 

Wanda glanced over at you, her annoyance fading into concern as she saw the way you huddled in on yourself. "You okay?" she asked, her voice a little softer now. 

You mustered a weak nod, but the look on your face betrayed the truth. Your cheeks flushed with fever, and your skin felt clammy to the touch. It was clear you were far from okay. 

“Don’t lie to me.” She mumbled, her hand coming to rest on your forehead, “You’ve got a fever again.” She sighed, her hand coming down for cup your cheek for a moment, and you found yourself sinking into her touch, craving the comfort it brought. 

You still were reluctant to fully give in, “I’m fine Wands. Just leave it… please?” You added, expecting her to argue back but she just looked at you with sympathy instead and murmured under her breath.

"I think you need a second opinion on that."

As the car hummed along the roads, the combination of exhaustion and illness weighed heavily on you. Despite your best efforts to stay awake and alert, the steady rhythm of the car and the warmth from the heater lulled you into a drowsy haze. 

Your eyelids grew heavy, and before you knew it, you had succumbed to the pull of sleep. Your head lolled to the side, resting against the window as raspy breaths and intermittent coughs escaped your lips. Wanda glanced over at you, her expression softening at the sight of you. 

The guilt weighed heavily on her as she watched you sleep, your face flushed with fever, your body shivering involuntarily despite the warmth of the car. She pulled the car over to quickly reach into the back, pulling up the blanket you usually kept in the backseats before gently laying it over you, tucking it in at the sides. Wanda sighed in remorse, she couldn't shake the feeling that she had been too harsh on you earlier.  

She replayed the events of the morning in her mind, feeling a pang of regret with each memory. Maybe she should have been more understanding, more patient. She hadn’t slept well and was overtired and she had taken it out on you. After all, you didn't intentionally get sick or forget to check the weather. It was just an unfortunate series of events.  

Eventually, the familiar sight of your home came into view, and Wanda felt a sense of relief wash over her. She carefully parked the car and turned off the engine, reaching over to gently shake your shoulder. 

"Hey, we're home," she murmured softly, her voice laced with concern. "Let's get you inside and warmed up." 

With Wanda's help, you groggily stumbled out of the car and into the warmth of your home. She guided you to the couch, before hurrying off to your bedroom, quickly returning with a thick hoodie for you to wear and you could hear the distance hum of running water. 

"I'm sorry for snapping earlier," Wanda murmured, her voice filled with sincerity. "I shouldn't have been so harsh on you. I know you didn't mean for any of this to happen. I was way out of line.” 

“I’ve started a bath for you if you want it?” 

Wanda's apology hangs in the air, melting away any lingering tension. With a soft smile, you reach out and grasp her hand’ “Thank you, baby," you replied, your voice still hoarse. "I appreciate it. And a bath sounds wonderful after all this.” You paused, watching as she fidgeted with her fingers - clearly still feeling guilty. 

“Do you want to join me? You got soaked too y’know.” 

She blinked in surprise, clearly not expecting that response. She hesitated for a moment before nodding, “If you’ll have me?” Her eyes softened as she nodded, her lips curling into a relieved smile. 

"I'd love to." 

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[novlr]

How to write the cold

The way we feel cold is universal, but the way we contextualise it is not. Cold has a variety of connotations for readers, so it's important to decide how to use it, and what mood you want to convey in your scene.

While cold is often associated with negative aspects in writing, if there's anything the winter season teaches us, is that it can be a positive thing as well. Rather than just using the word cold, in your next writing project, try to contextualise it. Describe the weather, the light on the snow, the comfort of warmth after an icy swim, or the fear and loneliness of the dark on a cold night.

Here are our quick tips on how to write the cold:

In nature

Clean mountain air

Glittering ice crystals

Unique wildlife, like snow hares or polar bears

Snow muffled sounds

Steam rising from hot springs

Icy water in rivers and lakes

Overcast and rainy

Bright sun on fresh snow

Icebergs, glaciers, and ice floes

Storms and blizzards

Branches moving and creaking

Frozen ponds

Morning frost on grass

Snowdrops pushing through snowdrifts

Crisp and clear night skies

Wolves howling in the dark

Bare branches scraping against windows

Eerie shadows

Foods and objects

The scent of cinnamon and nutmeg

Heavy winter coats and scarves

Rich, hot meals with lots of gravy

Tea or coffee left out too long

Ice-cream, sorbets, or ice-lollies

Metal that is cold to the touch (like pots and pans or door handles)

Cold beverages straight out of the fridge

An icy bath

Freezer trucks or walk-in refrigerators

Dry ice

Crisp, fresh sheets on cold nights

Ice sculptures

A tap with a drip that freezes in place

Frozen celebratory drinks (like daiquiris)

A single cube of ice floating in a whisky glass

A cold pack for an injury

Character moods

Isolated

Lonely

Aloof

Sad

Comfortable

Snuggly

Focused

Panicked

Indifferent

A lack of affection

Calm and calculated

Disengaged

Serene

Depressed

Awestruck

Anxious

Reverent

Melancholy

Nostalgic

Impatient

Frustrated

Reflective

Character body language

Hunched shoulders

Crossed arms

Shivering

Snuggling into something warm

Rub hands together for warmth

Tight or strained expression

Biting dry lips

Furrowing brow

Glaring against brightness

Tense and rigid stance

Stand close to others

Slow, deliberate steps

Move quickly to somewhere warm

Sitting relaxed in a warm space

Actions and events

Start a fire or build a shelter

Winter hikes

Outdoor activities like skating, skiing, or sledding

Traffic jams or snowed in cars

Frozen lakes cracking underfoot

Dodging icicles falling from rooftops

Going ice-fishing

Long sea voyages

Frostbite

Suffering from a cold, the flu, or pneumonia

Brainfreeze

Snuggling under a warm duvet

Sipping from a steaming hot drink for comfort

Cold-water swimming

Walking to work in the rain

Christmas in the Northern Hemisphere

Chrismas in July in the Southern Hemisphere

Reading a good book by the fire while it snows outside

Positive aspects

While cold is often associated with negative emotions, using it as a juxtaposition can often help to accentuate the positive feelings you want to convey.

If it's cold outside, a character enjoying a hot chocolate under their duvet will give a much more positive impression than if they were simply staying in bed.

The beauty of the natural world in winter, like snow, ice, and winter foliage can also be used to create a scene of happiness and wonder.

Negative aspects

Cold is often used to describe characters who are emotionally detached, calculating, or generally unfeeling. It's become an easy way to clue your readers in to how they're meant to feel about your character.

There are also more creative ways to use the cold, however, like describing the disappointment of forgetting about a hot drink you put down somewhere and only remembering when it's already gone cold, or the feeling of shock after you first step out of a warm shower.

Helpful synonyms

chilly

frigid

icy

wintry

frosty

cool

nippy

freezing

glacial

brisk

chilled

cool

polar

bitter

snowy

raw

refrigerated

arctic

rimy

draughty

[bringmeanangel]

I Smell Snow

Pairing: Spencer Reid and GN! reader Warning: talks of a case, but not in detail Synopsis: The team is stuck on a case and you know you're missing something. Spencer knows what you need to clear your mind.

A/n: Just came to me. Hope you enjoy. Not totally edited. Drabble

The team was working on a case in upstate New York. The weather was finally turning cold, which you absolutely loved. The whole team knew how much you liked when it snowed.

"It's going to snow today" you said more to yourself smiling wide.

"You know, you say that every time and you're always right. How do you do that?" Emily asked.

"I can smell it." you walked into the building missing the playful glances from the team.

Unfortunately the case was going nowhere. Everyone was felling discouraged, but you in particular because you there was something obvious that you were all missing.

"Hey" Spencer nudged you gently and you looked at him and towards the window where he was pointing.

You couldn't help but smile "Snow" you were excited

Something about the tone of your voice, he couldn't help but chuckle. You had seemed so tense and looked almost on the verge of tears, but once you saw the snow, you were relaxed.

"Do you want to go outside?" he whispered and you shook your head.

"We can't. The case."

"I know, but we've all hit a wall and I know how much you like to go outside on the first snowfall." he was already standing up.

"That's true, but Spencer-"

"It's good to get fresh air, plus it will help clear your mind. I'll go with you and then maybe whatever we're missing will come to us."

"Yeah..." you knew he was right.

You looked out the window and Spencer smiled to himself. You looked peaceful.

"Come on." he said.

You stood up, and Spencer let Hotch know that you to were just stepping outside for a moment.

The cool air felt refreshing and you two made your way to a small alley by the police station.

You looked up at the snow with a huge smile on your face. You stretched your arms out wide and stuck your tongue out.

"What are you doing?" Reid laughed.

"Catching snowflakes" you looked at him, dropping your arms to your side. "Didn't you ever do that as a kid?"

"Uh, no. I did not." he blushed.

"Do it!" you said, almost childlike wonder and he smiled shaking his head.

"You enjoy yourself."

You stretched your arms out side again, looking up and sticking your tongue out. You out a few snowflakes. You wrapped your arms around yourself.

"Ready to go in?" the hopeful tone in his voice was not lost on you.

"Not yet. You go inside. I want to stay out a bit longer."

"You're going to catch pneumonia or a cold."

"Party pooper" you stuck your tongue out at him.

All of the sudden looked so shocked, Spencer looked behind himself thinking someone was there.

"That's it! That's what we've been missing with the case. Ugh, you really are a genius."

"I am." he said matter of factly.

"You were right, coming out here would help." you grinned

Spencer opened the door to let both of you in "That and I wanted to see you smile"

[kayla-and-the-moon]

baby, it's cold outside-! ᥫ᭡.

❄️plot: it's christmas eve and peter just really wants you stay, is that a crime?

❄️pairing: gn! reader x tasm!peter parker <3

❄️tw! : nothing just peter being a sweetpea/ best bf ever / darling dork. (dunno if minimal smooching counts as a tw-)

"god it's storming out there."

in your defense when you'd walked over here, the snow had been light, but now it seemed like the entirety of the world behind the window was a turbulent flurry of white. you'd come here to drop off some Christmas cookies your mom had baked, the problem was what was supposed to be a quick visit had turned into a couple hours.

of course you had one person to blame for that.

peter was practically engulfing you, his arms winding around your midriff and his face burying in your shoulder. you can feel the bastard's evil little grin against your sweater before he gives a hum of faux innocence.

"geez, that's really unfortunate", he tuts, his chin propping up to look at your unimpressed roll of the eyes in the window reflection, "I guess that means you'll have to stay huh?"

"pete, my dad would murder you."

"i think he'd murder me if I let you go out in this weather. so eitherway it's a death-death outcome, sweetheart."

it's honestly unfair how the nerd could turn you to all disarmed and smiley with a simple, dopey wisecrack of his. you have to stifle a snort of laughter before you turn to him with a brow raise. peter isn't deterred, but maybe even more motivated, and only just continues to look at you like you hung the moon itself.

"what? i'm just looking out for you is all !" he shrugs, but the stupid grin on his face belies those innocuous brown eyes of his.

you're almost persuaded to stay, but there's that niggling pinch of responsibility at the back of your mind, and you're once again looking outside as if your stared hard enough the sky would clear. no such luck, god, you wished the universe loved you enough to put its snowy tantrum on pause.

"it's not that bad, and my mom might get worried," you try reasoning, already picturing your mother's hysteria wondering if the multiple thugs lurking in new york's alleyways had taken you prisoner ,"really I should go-"

"you'll get pneumonia," he simply states with a pointed quirk of his brows, "plus we can always call."

"you know as well as I do that the cell service is unequivocally wrecked right now."

"then we'll call in the morning, your mom probably knows you're here," he counters, his fingertips drawing a path over your arms, "plus, I think she's caught on you're Spiderman's personal favorite civilian"

this brings a chuckle to slip from you, shaking your head at him.

"you're very pushy, peter parker" you roll your eyes, your arms crossing stubbornly over your chest.

peter can see right behind your facade though, and in all truth, he's feeling giddy as ever. he thinks he's the luckiest guy on earth when you grace him with that sweet smile rivaling sunshine.

"i'd just like to call it opportunistic," peter beams, the satisfaction evident in the glimmers of golden lamplight in his gaze.

"c'mon baby, don't make me beg here" he implores. lord, it should be forbidden for peter parker to call you that, since you have very little faith that your knees wouldn't buckle right that moment.

his hands find the curve of your waist and before you can even whisper the hint of another weak protest, he's dragged you to his bed, letting you fall on his chest with an unceremonious thump. you can't really bring yourself to tell him off, because peter has a way of making you all soft, and sticky with lovesickness. instead you just lean in to press a kiss of cinnamon sugar to his lips, and it's your turn to grin as he chases you after you pull away slightly.

your fingers toy with strands of his mousey brown hair at his nape as you give a theatrically defeated sigh, "okay fine, if you insist."

it's then you wish you could steal peter's camera just to capture the glow in his eyes at your words, because truly you wanted to save that view forever. his palms rest on the apples of your cheeks, as he gives a low breathy laugh, his nose bumping to yours.

"that took a lot of convincing."

a/n: so this may be kinda rushed, so mind the quality, BUT i miss my tasm ! peter parker ,and i rlly rlly wanted to put out a christmas eve fic, and miss idina menzel and michael buble started this war (frank sinatra too, so blame them). eitherway, hope you liked this tiny lil fic, happy holidays ❄️🎅💕 !!

[loveergirll]

141 boys as Christmas songs

Credits to the many people on Pinterest for these pics

Authors note: felt inspired while listening to some classics this morning enjoy!

Warnings: uhm…none really except for soap being flirty and dramatic as always and Ghost being clingy

this fic includes Price, Gaz, Soap, and Ghost. If you want a part 2 with more people lmk!

John Price: Let it snow!

Oh, the weather outside is frightful

But the fire is so delightful

Since we've no place to go

Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow

I see Price as the kind of guy who loves to be cozy. He’s definitely one for naps with you cuddled close to his chest midday, this man can fall asleep anywhere. I mean ANYWHERE.

So imagine, there’s a snowy blizzard going outside, and he’s got the fireplace burning. He’s making you some tea/coffee (whatever your preference) as you get settled in bed and turn on a movie of your choice.

He don’t care about the snow that’s raging outside, just lay on his chest and let him play with your hair, he’ll be happy :)

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick: Winter Wonderland

In the meadow we can build a snowman,

Then pretend that he is Parson Brown

He'll say: Are you married?

We'll say: No man,

But you can do the job

When you're in town.

I think Gaz would enjoy a good hike with his partner. Especially when the seasons are changing. Take him on a walk in the snowy woods, hold his bicep as you walk and talk the afternoon away. Maybe have a little picnic while you’re out, he’d love it. But really, Gaz would love doing anything with you. Like just imagine making a snowman with gaz while in the wood and it turns into a mini snowball fight.

“Love he looks a little…lopsided”

“Leave him alone Kyle!”

“Just saying he could do with a bit of-“

And just like that he’s met with icy cold snow to the face.

“Oh you’re on love”

The day will end with both of you at home by the fireplace, warming up after a long day in the snow. He’ll keep you close as you both defrost, placing soft kisses to your hairline as you sip some tea or cocoa.

Johnny “Soap” MacTavish: Baby it’s cold outside

There's bound to be talk tomorrow

Think of my life-long sorrow

At least there will be plenty implied

If you got pneumonia and died

I really can't stay

Get over that hold out

Baby, it's cold outside

God Johnny is be a menace when it’s cold out.

“Cmon Lass, you’ll freeze your pretty ass off out there!”

“Bonnie, it’s too cold outside, just let me keep you warm lass, come lay with me”

I had no doubts when I put this for Johnny. The drama he ensues when you try to leave his arms…just good luck babe.

“Johnny my parents are waiting for me-“

“Cannae believe you’re tryin’ ta leave me Bonnie!”

Sigh. “Maybe just…one more drink”

Yeah you’re not going anywhere when he gives you his puppy dog eyes and soft pout.

Simon “Ghost” Riley: Love to Keep Me Warm

I love the winter weather

So the two of us can get together

There's nothing sweeter, finer

When it's nice and cold

I can hold my baby closer to me

And collect the kisses that are due me

I love the winter weather

'Cause I got my love to keep me warm

Simon is also another guy who loves to be comfy and cozy with you. I could totally imagine simon and his partner just cuddled up on the couch all day watching Christmas movies. He probably wont let you get up for awhile. He’s just keeping you warm lovie! It’s too cold for you on your own, even if you’re just going to the bathroom…

“Simon I have to pee”

“Ok”

He’ll pick you up and set you on the toilet, still cuddled up to you.

“Simon-“

“Jus’ keepin’ ya warm lovie”

And when he’s so sweet like this, you just can’t be mad at him.

[sevasey51]

It’s freezing where I am and I still drink iced coffee 🤣 do you think Connor would tease his wife for drinking iced coffee in the middle of a Chicago winter? Possible HC?

Iced Coffee in the Winter?

Summary: Connor and Will can’t help but tease Y/N for her iced coffee obsession, especially when they see her sipping it in the middle of a freezing Chicago winter. A lighthearted and funny morning at Med ensues as the brothers try to understand why she refuses to drink anything warm during the cold months.

It was an unusually cold morning in Chicago, with a thick blanket of snow covering the streets and the wind biting at anyone who dared to step outside. But as they walked into Med, Connor and Will both raised their eyebrows in disbelief at the sight of Y/N sipping from a cold drink.

“I swear, it’s like you have no concept of what the weather’s like outside,” Will teased, his eyes narrowing as he saw the iced coffee in Y/N’s hand.

Y/N, who had been in a world of her own, looked up at them with a cheeky smile. “What? It’s just iced coffee.”

Connor shook his head in mock disbelief. “It’s a literal snowstorm outside, and you’re drinking iced coffee? Are you trying to catch pneumonia?”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m a grown woman. I can drink whatever I want.”

Will grinned. “Yeah, but you choose iced coffee in the dead of winter. We don’t understand you, sis.”

Y/N chuckled, adjusting her jacket as they walked through the lobby. “It’s refreshing,” she shrugged. “I don’t get why people associate cold drinks with hot weather. It’s just a drink.”

Connor leaned in, raising an eyebrow. “How is it refreshing when your hands are freezing from holding the cup? Aren’t you cold?”

“Nope,” she said confidently. “I’m fine.”

“You’re literally wearing three layers, a scarf, and gloves, but the iced coffee is totally fine?” Will laughed.

Connor shook his head, turning to Will. “We’ve got to get her to see sense. This is ridiculous.”

“I’m telling you, it’s a lost cause,” Will replied with a smirk. “She’s as stubborn as a mule. Just like Connor with his always needing to have a jacket on, no matter how warm it is.”

Y/N glanced between the two of them with a sly grin. “Oh, don’t start with the jacket thing. You know it’s cold in here.”

“Exactly!” Connor said. “And you’re walking around with an iced coffee, acting like it’s the middle of July.”

“Well,” Y/N said with a dramatic sigh, “I’ll have you know that this is my drink of choice, and no one can change that.” She winked and took another sip of her iced coffee, causing Connor to shake his head in amusement.

“Fine,” he said, pretending to give up. “But if you end up with frostbite from drinking that thing, don’t come crying to us.”

Y/N simply shrugged. “Deal.”

As they continued into the hospital, Will couldn’t resist one last jab. “Hey, Y/N, if you need any help warming up, we can get you a nice hot drink—maybe something with a little more sense in it?”

Y/N grinned at her brothers, perfectly content. “Keep dreaming, guys. This iced coffee is here to stay.”

They all laughed as they walked into the elevator together, Y/N still sipping her iced coffee while her brothers continued to shake their heads. Despite the teasing, there was no doubt in anyone’s mind that it was just another day in the Rhodes family’s lighthearted, goofy dynamic.

As the doors closed, Will turned to Connor with a smile. “I still can’t believe she’s drinking that in winter. I’m convinced it’s some sort of superpower.”

Connor laughed. “At least we know she’s immune to cold. Just… don’t tell her I said that. I’ll never hear the end of it.”

This is so me coded personally my family and best friend always look at me weird for iced drinks in cold weather it’s just so good 😂😂😂

[strawbeerossi]

Warmth

Pairing: Gn!Reader x Aaron Hotchner

Description: When you end up leaving your winter clothes at home before leaving for a case in Alaska, you’re convinced you’re gonna freeze to death. Thank god for Aaron.

Content Warnings/Other: Course language, case matter (nothing specific), tooth rotting fluff, mutual pining, little bit of awkwardness, a nice cuddle session in the end for the ole razzle dazzle

Word Count: 1.7K

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Fulfilling a request for my beloved @cr1minalskies, I hope you enjoy sweetie. 💐 I did change a few things up, however I still think I captured what you were looking for!

A/N: Also it’s my first gender neutral fic! I’m gonna try and do more Gn!reader and male!reader fics as well to branch out from my typical fem!reader

PS: This wasn't proofread, I just let my heart guide my fingers in writing this. Sorry if it's rough

How did you manage to forget a jacket? You knew that you were going to Alaska for a case and you knew damn well that the weather conditions would call for temperatures cold enough to turn you into an ice pop. It should’ve been something that was triple checked for; a jacket, a beanie, a sweater, a scarf, mittens, anything to combat the freezing temps.

Instead, here you were, arms pulled into your shirt as your bare arms were hugging your torso, trying to use your own body heat to bring warmth to your limbs.

Aaron had quizzed you on what you packed in your go-bag the previous night when you were being called in to go over the case at hand. You were confident to say that you were all set and packed enough warm garments to keep you toasty for a month straight.

What a big liar you were. It wasn’t that you purposefully chose to be freezing to the point where you felt your fingers were going to fall off, you just managed to grab the wrong bag out of your closet.

You strived yourself on having one bag for warmer weather and one for colder weather that you claimed to have labeled and ready for any last minute cases. 

Weren’t you surprised when you pulled out a pair of shorts this morning, which ultimately led to you throwing every article of clothing out of their rightful spots in search of your sweater. 

The end was near, that was all you knew. This weather wasn’t easy, especially due to it being mid-December. There was fresh snow blanketing the grass, the impending snowfall giving a harsher chill to the air.

You always thought that you’d be taken out by an unsub in the line of duty, an honorable death that had meaning.. What cruel fate to know that it was going to end with you being a popsicle instead.

With a blanket wrapped around your shoulders, you were currently standing in the middle of the police precinct. You fiercely denied any kind of jacket from your work colleagues, even if Derek was trying to force his coat on you to cease the incessant chattering of your teeth.

Last thing you needed was for them to be frozen just because they were hellbent on helping you. That would just leave plenty of guilt on your end.

Aaron had taken notice of you earlier in the day though, his eyes fixated on your chattering teeth, blue lips, and rosy cheeks. You were freezing, so bad that you were shaking in your boots and yet you kept refusing jackets, even Spencer’s purple scarf that he’d never share under any other circumstances.

He’d finally had enough though when your nose was almost as red as Rudolph’s. 

“As useful as you’d be navigating us through a winter storm,” Aaron began, a play on the old reindeer tale as he was taking off his puffer jacket and placing it on your shoulders. Unlike the others though, he held the coat in place while you tried fighting him on it.

“Please take it. I don’t need an agent in the hospital with pneumonia.” He stated in a simple tone. He may have had a hard exterior with a tough demeanor, however he wasn’t heartless and about to let anyone freeze.

However with the harsh cold outside, it was his turn to shiver. He knew he couldn’t go for a few days without a jacket, especially knowing this case could last days, maybe even a week because of how deep this damn lead was buried. 

So, he’d managed to slip away in the middle of the day, en route to one of the shops in town where he could get a jacket. However, this jacket was for himself. As much as he loved his thick jacket, he would have to admit that you looked much better in it. 

When he caught up to the team again, he acted as if nothing changed, even if you were paying attention to his new jacket, your heart dropping. You knew he’d end up freezing and here you were, selfishly wearing his jacket while he went out to buy a new one. 

You felt like an ass, your brain not being fair by not reminding you that Aaron forced the coat onto your shoulders and how he practically begged you to wear it in order to avoid you getting sick.

Later in the night, you were gonna make it a point to go talk to Aaron, to return the jacket and tell him that you’d reimburse him the money for the jacket he’d gotten. 

“Going to your boyfriend’s room, Y/N?” The words made you scoff, turning your head while making an obscene hand gesture at Derek. “Fuck off, man. I’m just going to return his jacket.” You huffed, unable to help the heat rising in your cheeks. 

He was your boss and one of your close friends, although you knew that some part of you yearned to see Aaron in a less professional setting and a more intimate one. There was a delusional part of you that assumed that he’d reciprocate those feelings, that he’d want to be with you and give his all to you. 

Vulnerability wasn’t easy for Aaron nor was it easy for you. The walls you both had up seemed impenetrable, even the toughest equipment not being able to knock them down.

That was what killed the hope of anything serious happening between you both. He was your boss anyway, you figured it’d be an HR nightmare in regards to filling out paperwork, fighting transfers, the lot of it.

After a brief knock against the hotel door, you let your hands hold the jacket close to your chest. Even in the hotel, it was freezing. You had on some sweat pants and a long sleeve shirt and yet you were still shaking, the socks on your feet not doing anything to shield your feet from the freezing tile floor. 

Why did it have to be Alaska? It could’ve been in Florida, or maybe even Texas. At least in those states, you wouldn’t be freezing to death. You’d opt for extreme heat to combat the chill.

You were being taken out of your thoughts as soon as you heard two locks clicking and the door opening. What was behind the door though had your eyes nearly bulging out of your sockets. This man was shirtless with pajama pants that hung low on his hips. 

“How haven’t you frozen to death yet?” You asked, dumbfounded. You were covered head to toe and you were freezing but this man didn’t have a shirt nor socks and he seemed comfortable.

“You’re being dramatic, Y/N. It isn’t bad inside the hotel at all.” He commented, the normal stoic expression being broken by a lopsided smile. “You wouldn’t find me like this outside though.” He chuckled, now stepping out of your way as an invitation to come into his room.

“What are you doing up? Not that I don’t mind talking to you, you just seemed exhausted.” 

“Well, I uh.. I wanted to return your jacket. I noticed you went out and bought a new one, it bothered me to know that I made you freeze while I was comfortable.”

The words had his eyebrows knitted together in confusion. “I offered you my jacket because it bothered me that you looked like you were locked in a meat locker. I’d say we are even, hmm?”

“Aaron,” You let out an exasperated sigh. “I just want to return it.”

“That won’t be necessary.”

“What?’

“You look better in it than me. I couldn’t wear it around the team again without them telling me that I don’t look near as good as you.” 

The words made your heart beat rapidly in your chest. He thought you looked good in his jacket?

“Y/N, I’m serious. Keep it. It fits you nicely and I know for a fact that you’ll be warm. I won’t have to worry about you not having anything warm either.” Aaron had offered a smile before watching as you hugged the jacket without realizing, looking like you were going to faint. 

“I don’t mean to be forward,” Those words made you feel like you were going to puke. “But I was just about to relax for the night. Wanna watch a movie with me?”

This was a dream. You’re dreaming. Aaron Hotchner asked you to spend time with him. One on one.

“Sure!” You said quickly while clearing your throat soon after. Smooth like crunchy peanut butter. “I mean, yeah. I would love to. I am freezing in my room anyway and yours seems warmer..” 

The black jacket was being placed on the nightstand in the room while you approached the bed to sit down, Aaron nodding as he was seated beside you. “I’m sure it’s because my room is warmer.” There was a hint of teasing in his tone while he leaned against the headboard, holding up the blanket for you. 

The minute that you were crawling beside him, you could already feel a warmth radiating from his bare skin. 

Suddenly, you weren’t shaking from the air anymore. Your cheeks were pink, your hands on your lap as you stayed put beside Aaron. This seemed asinine. You never pictured him being the type to ask for company on a whim. If you were honest, you always assumed he’d be asking people to leave him alone instead.

It seemed silly because you’d known him for years now, however it felt like meeting him all over again. You awkwardly sat, gaze on the small television that was on some random channel just to fill in the silence. 

“Y/N? You alright?” There was that concerned tone again. “I’m okay! Just.. Cold.” You laughed, rubbing the back of your neck, gaze falling on your close friend on the team as he was offering a small smile, his arm wrapping loosely around your shoulders. “Well, you can get a little closer, if you want. I really don’t mind. I’ve been told that I’m like a human furnace.”

Well, he was hot, kept you very warm, and he was able to make you comfortable. Maybe that really was the case. “You’re sure it’s not weird?” Although your body was already leaning against his, your head was unable to help itself as it rested against his shoulder.

“Not weird at all.”  

[gremlin-girly]

Day 10: Fallen Through Ice

Pairing: 40s!Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x 40s!f!reader (for the use of dame)

Fandom: MCU

Tags/Warnings: FLUFF, themes/mentions of drowning, one heck of a meet cute

Not beta'd. I do not give permission for my work to be translated, copied or reposted or put through an AI machine.

Summary: A day of skating on Central Park Lake takes a turn for the worst when the ice cracks, sending Steve below the surface.

Word count: 708

A/N: A very quick one! Not my best as I struggled with finding the right way of doing this drabble because I didn't want to drag it out. Enjoy! -Love, Grem x

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The crack of ice is louder than Steve expects. Thunderous roars from beneath the sheet of ice as he rushes forward to shove a small child out of the way of a harsh, jagged line. Then there's a snap as the ice gives way beneath him.

And the water is cold, so cold.

Steve's small body is wracked with white hot pain from the cold. His lungs burned with a need to cough, his asthma flaring with the sudden change in temperature and he had to fight it as he tried to swim to the surface. The heavy coat Bucky had insisted he wear dragged him downward.

Then it's black. Entirely black.

Fear settles in the pit of his stomach and then he's... being lifted? There's arms around his middle, and someone is definitely kicking at his shins occasionally as they pull him back up to the surface.

When he breaks the surface he takes a long gasping breath that causes a coughing fit. Bucky's blurry face comes into view as he helps to lift Steve out of the water muttering away about how he can't turn his back for one second.

Steve is still hacking up a lung on the ice when Bucky reaches behind Steve to pull Steve's rescuer from the icy depths. Vaguely aware he's gaining onlookers, Steve curls in on himself to shield himself from the embarassment.

"Hey! You alright?"

There's a hard tug on Steve’s shoulder, turning him onto his back and Steve's eyes widen as he looks up into the eyes of prettiest, yet soggiest, dame he'd ever seen. His heart thuds angrily, he pushes down a wave of coughing to let out a choked, "I'm good, thanks."

You sit back onto your haunches and sigh with relief. "I saw you save that kid then go under. I just... dived right in after you."

You give a nervous chuckle and Steve sits himself up onto his hands, his cheeks beginning to turn a sweet shade of glowing pink. Bucky glares between you both.

"You're both morons." He says folding his arms. "I had to grab you both."

Both you and Steve offer Bucky a sheepish grin and a quiet thank you and he sighs.

"Yeah, well, you made me look good in front of my date I guess so there's that." Bucky cracks a smile before turning to Steve. "Go home and change. Your ma would haunt me if I let you get pneumonia.... again."

Steve rolls his eyes and gets to his feet carefully before offering you a hand. You try not to pull too hard as you stand and give Steve a smile. The cool breeze makes the both of you shiver, your wet clothes clinging to your skin and sending a chill to your bones.

"And you," Bucky turns back to you. "Thanks for saving Stevie."

Before Bucky can add anything about walking you home, Steve beats him to it.

"How many blocks away are you?" Steve asks as you shuffle past Bucky with another small thanks.

"About five." You puff, fighting another shiver. "You?"

"Two blocks." Steve says, shucking off his heavy, soaked coat and placing it over your shoulders. "We could..." Steve clears his throat. "Stop at mine first and get you some dry clothes first?"

Bucky watches with an impressed smile as Steve acts the gentleman, but there's a slight worry in his eyes as he know how dames usually respond to Steve.

But you wrap Steve's coat around his shoulders as well, cocooning you both from the cold. Your heart had been skipping wildly, even more so when Steve had given you his coat despite also being soaked in this freezing weather. You couldn't resist a gentleman.

"Don't suppose you have any coffee you could give me too?" You ask playfully as you both begin to walk to Steve's apartment.

"I... um, yes." Steve doesn't know how to process his excitement or how his heart rate has spiked again.

He halts to cough hard almost doubling over but he feels your hand gently placed on the centre of his back. He looks up at you bleary eyed and you smile down softly at him.

"Take your time. I've got all the time in the world."

[luimagines]

Continuing with Human!reader. I think they'd be more susceptible to illnesses than any of the hylians. A common cold for us is a simple sniffle for a hylian, so I could only imagine their cold be like our pneumonia. Their immune system is horrible against all the viruses in Hyrule since they probably don't exist where they are from, and that's not including if they have any other medical issues that further compromise their immune system. I can't imagine the boys seeing a nearly half dead reader because they tried to hide their illness since it's not a big deal for the boys whenever they catch it, and they don't want to be a burden :<

Ooooohhhhh- that makes a lot of sense. I just didn't consider that angle yet.

Which would also explain why humans would have had to have a higher level of medical advances as well.

It could also level the hylians need for constant breaks to keep up their stamina, verses Reader inability to travel much in the rain or during the night because they don't want to get sick in the middle of nowhere.

Which was something Link would have never had to have taken into consideration before if he wouldn't have gotten sick at all either.

And then when Reader does eventually get sick, everybody wants to write them off at first. (If Reader doesn't try to hide it... or maybe they do and they react this way anyway). "You can't be that sick. The weather hasn't been that bad. You don't need to complain so much, you know."

Cue to Reader eventually developing a fever- starting to lag behind the group when they would have been able to keep their pace and then some.

No one seems to think much of it until Reader gets dizzy and nearly falls flat on their face.

They finally get a hold of them and feel that their completely burning up and can't answer basic question because they've gone loopy.

Suddenly they're all hit with whiplash and dowsed with cold water.

It's far more serious than they could have imagined.

[magpiepills]

Under The Weather

I’m sick and feeling sorry for myself so I decided to repost my HCs for when a few Pedro characters are sick. If you want a sick HC for another character, tell me who in the comments and I will tell you what he’s like. I’m sure he is unbearable, whoever he is.

Javi

Uses whiskey like it’s cough syrup. Insists on home remedies involving whiskey, peppermint, garlic, and an orange. Pouts, misses his mother, tries to get you to make the recipe she used to make for him, is a baby about his covid test.

Frankie

So obnoxious. Lays on the couch so you’ll be sure to hear him moaning and coughing. Needs all of the mucinex, the vapor rub, the humidifier, an extra blanket, asks you to take his temperature, feels certain this must be pneumonia. Eats the soup you make him like it might be his last meal.

Joel

Deny, deny, deny. If he doesn’t acknowledge the flu, it’s not happening, right? “Don’t need to see a doctor. ‘m fine.” Will try to carry on with a handkerchief and a couple cough drops in his coat pocket. Actually has pneumonia.

Dave

Takes some DayQuil and moves to the spare bedroom. Texts you to say he won’t be by this week, and works from home. Feels sorry for himself but won’t say so.

Ezra

Somehow looks more pallid than usual. Knows where to buy antibiotics over the counter. Holds his chest like he’s dying when he coughs, and you wonder if he is actually dying. Is diagnosed with a rare illness that everyone thought was eradicated in the 1800s. Flirts with the nurses.

Max

Coughin’ in his coffin. Nonplussed when you offer him the whiskey/peppermint/garlic/orange remedy you heard about. You google local blood banks, and assure him that if he lived through the actual plague, a common cold won’t be the thing that takes him out. You consider suggesting that he turn into a bat so you can take him to a vet. Can he do that?

Dieter

Panics at the first sniffle, begs you not to make him quarantine. “Babe, I can’t.” He wants you to stay in bed with him while he convalesces. Likes how his voice sounds deep and gravelly after he coughs. Records some lines to send to his agent, then takes a handful of pills and sleeps it off. He wakes up looking refreshed.