#Coughing and flu

[is-it-throwing-him-thursday]

YES

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Sickfic + kidnapping whump

a whumpee that's sick before getting kidnapped

OR they come down with something during their captivity

either way we get ourselves a Carewhumper or Whumper-turned-Caretaker situation

imagine a whumpee with a cold who can't sneeze or cough through the gag and starts hyperventilating

or a whumpee with the flu or a stomach bug who's vomiting everywhere

just making whumper's job so much harder because on top of having a captive they now have to make sure the whumpee doesn't die or spread the illness to them or their henchmen before the ransom is paid/they're rescued/etc

feel free to add on!

[visenyaism]

giving me dirty looks for masking in this cvs is genuinely crazy work. gen xers they want me to cough the active case of influenza I currently have directly into their mouths. I do not consent to that

[writtenbyplato]

can u come back bro i want sum alphacest bro plz bro

hi bro

twas in my drafts 🤍

[hetchiew]

would love to hear your symptoms and you whining about how much it sucks to be as sick as you are:( I just want to wrap you in a blanket and cuddle up with you until you feel better

I feel too out of it to edit this, so you get the full audio!😅🤗

Contains: lots of sneezing, whimpering, moaning & groaning, coughing after sneezing, both weak coughing fits & harsh coughing fits, panting & stuttering breaths, whining about how sick I feel (or at least trying too lol—my voice is a wreck), some mentions of mess, congested nose blowing, “oww”

[robininthelabyrinth]

Does anyone have any advice to help reduce pain from sinus headache stemming from the flu?

ETA: thank you so much everyone!!! Implementing some of these suggestions now

[gwekkuu]

No new autumn piece this year 😔

So let me share some old ones I still like :0

[ryescapades]

Rye! Congratulations on your milestone! I'm extremely happy for you <3

I'll request [ 🍰 SLICE ONE ; speak up ! ]: 07: shut up and let me kiss you. (sfw)

Loid Forger is a spy, and a wonderful husband. Sometimes there will be times he'll be away, but it's okay because I know he'll be back. I have that much faith in him. This prompt made me think Shut and Kiss Me by Angel Olsen. :)

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prompt: 7 - “shut up and let me kiss you.” characters: loid forger x gn!reader contents: fluff, comfort, petnames (dear, darling, love) wc ~ 800 (not proofread)

a/n: @ambiguouslady42 steph my dear tysm for participating !! <3 i hope everything here aligns well with your dynamic with him but if there’s anything you’d like me to change, lmk ^^

there is a waft of rich and buttery, spicy and savory, sweet and appetizing and everything in between as you take in another deep breath. your eyes take another note of the empty kitchen, save for yourself, your phone and the platters of delicacies– all of which are his favourites– that you’d diligently arranged on the dining table.

another beat passes, and your nerves waver as the expected ding from the device never came.

‘come rain or shine, he will return home.’ you remind yourself once again.

tapping the screen of your phone, the low light gives away to a snapshot of a delicate hand intertwined with another as a shiny metal band sits beautifully on one of the knuckles that are always subjected to one too many kisses on the daily. a soft smile tugs on your lips as you gaze warmly at the wallpaper, heart squeezing at the date displayed at the top.

it’s your planned dinner date with loid, and your husband seems to be missing in action as you wait at home all by your lonesome.

there are things better left undiscovered and you know how busy he is, how demanding his work can get. it was the reason why you’d decided on doing this at home in the first place, planning to greet your husband after a grueling day at work with a variety of his favourite home-cooked meals.

it’s not really a secret nor a surprise or anything, per se. loid already knows about your little pick-me-up idea for him, and had even enthusiastically agreed to come home on time to spend the evening with you.

although you can’t help but feel the concern and uneasiness gnawing at your insides the longer the silence stretches in your shared home. it feels wrong, somehow, for the house to be so quiet, for there to be only one person when it should rightfully be occupied by two. you pick up your phone, fingers swiftly opening up your contacts to dial loid’s number before pressing it to your ear.

three rings go by, another two, voicemail.

you try again, again, and again; dialing and hearing it ring and receiving the electronic voice from the other side.

your brain continues to chant. come rain or shine, he will return home.

heartbeat drumming incessantly in the confines of your ribcage, you fail to notice the simultaneous drumming of footsteps just outside the door. you lightly nibble on the tip of your fingernail as you continue to wait for him to pick up your calls.

he will return home.

he will return home.

he will return–

suddenly the door slams open. your pulse jumps from the unexpected sound, head turning towards the entrance of your home before a small gasp spills out of your mouth at the sight.

loid, an exhausted mess that he is, heaves from the run he’d been doing straight from his workplace. his suit is all rumpled as he runs a hand through his blonde strands, tired eyes connecting with yours in the low light of the open kitchen.

“i’m sorry,” he blurts out. he barely even glances at the full table in front of you, hues of blues focusing only on you as you abruptly get out of your seat to approach him. “god, i am so sorry, darling. i know i said i’d be home early today but something came up at work and they had me staying back to check on it,” he fumbles.

those words of his and the next go into one ear and out the other. a mixed sense of ease, comfort and warmth fills you, a certain lightness dancing on the edge of your heart as you take his face in your hands. “loid,” you cut off his rambles.

his words are stuck in his throat, his eyes bouncing between yours as he gently grabs one of your hands in his and whispers slowly, “yes, dear?” there's hesitance swirling in his gaze, worried that you might get upset that he didn’t stay true to his words. knowing where his thoughts have wandered off to, a soft smile grows on your face, “shut up and kiss me, my love.”

his breath stutters, and before you know it, loid is already pulling you into a kiss, lips gliding against yours to convey all that your words could never. you bask in his touch, pouring all the longing and reassurance into him as he wraps his arms around your waist to get you closer, to drown himself in your love until his world only contains you. because at the end of the day, no matter how bad everything could turn out, all he ever needs is you to make it better again.

you; his compass, his north pole, his light, his one and only beloved, his–

home.

©🅁🅈🄴🅂🄲🄰🄿🄰🄳🄴🅂. do not steal, translate or repost my work anywhere else !

[sickonthedancefloor]

Sicktember Prompt: Day 17 – Brain Fog/Spaced Out Fandom: BTS Sickie: Namjoon Caregiver: Jin, Hoseok

It's short but it was fun~

“I don’t think he’s noticed,” Hoseok whispers to Jin.

Namjoon was battling a pretty long-lasting case of the flu, but with their current deadlines, he opted to still come into the office instead of hanging out to rest in their apartment. The acoustics were better, he said, when Jin gave him a huge bag of cough drops and a fresh blister pack of cold medication. But when Namjoon had stared at it, unsure what to do, Jin decided he’d tag along. Both of them masked up, to keep Namjoon from plaguing anyone else, Jin trying to prevent himself from catching it (he hopes), but he’s just trying not to laugh at this point.

Hoseok, who was Namjoon’s ‘consult’ on a song, was nothing short of menacing. They have a backtrack going on for a seventh loop, and he’d said he’d help once Namjoon finished his tea.

“It’s just so hot,” Namjoon grumbles, blowing on his cup again. He takes a sip.

There’s an electric kettle plugged in behind him, and as Namjoon closes his eyes and bobs to the music, Hoseok refills his mug.

Does Jin feel bad for gaslighting his leader? A little. Is it keeping him hydrated? Definitely.

The song loops for an eighth time. Hoseok checks his phone, as Namjoon slouches in his chair and leans back. He yawns. He really hasn’t noticed at all. But it’s that brain fog from illness; time isn’t running the same way for all three of them in the room.

“Just give it a moment,” Jin says from the couch. “Let’s listen to the song for this third time, inspiration will hit.”

Namjoon nods, eyes unfocusing as he stares at the screen. “You’re right. I just gotta give it a moment.”

It’s been quite a few moments already. Hoseok spins his chair away so his snickering into his own mask doesn’t give him away and just turns on his phone again. Namjoon takes another sip, then sets the cup down and crosses his arms. And in approximately one more minute, he snores. Jin and Hoseok make eye contact and grin. Even if it’s not the most comfortable, they can give him a quick nap before convincing him to go back home.

[ochibrochi]

if anyone is on sydney-side this weekend, i will be at my first interstate convention ever at SMASH!!! (potentially my only time too, i was really lucky to get in...)

[cats4salad]

anyone order a valentines day akimizu

[the-girl-from-another-place]

oh no the boys are trapped in a Magna Carta-less timeline :(

[shiresome]

COUGHING UP BLOOD. LISTEN TO ME

[hetchiew]

Contains: stifled sneezes, a coughing fit, snotty nose blowing, & snotty sniffles

Feeling worse & I can’t seem to fall asleep🤧

(Also on YouTube)

[zenobiaseptimia]

2025 vibe is getting sick and throwing up