#as well as super sniffly

[questionablemargot]

so, little story time.

i’m really sick right now, it’s not covid but with the conglomeration of chronic illnesses i have, the illness is being a little bitch.

basically long story short, my stomach doesn’t want to work, like ever. have you ever had a package that said they’d deliver in 5-10 days? and you’re like oh five to ten days, that’s just a week or so, not bad. and then a week passes and you’re like, okay where’s my package? so you check the website, and you realize it said 5-10 business days? so now you’re waiting for a package that instead of taking a week to deliver, it’s going to take a month and a half?

yeah, that’s my stomach, but also add in that because of my stomach not working, if i’m not careful i will throw up everything i eat and not truly consume anything for months on end. anyways, because of this and a bunch of other things, my immune system is constantly in a state of that one meme with the dog sitting in the middle of a fire saying this is fine.

so i have some sort of cold, or something of the like. no big deal, i’ll just be sniffly and coughing for a few days. hey remember how my immune system is total shit?

my symptoms have been as follows. coughing fits, repeated dry heaving with no actual throwing up, just the painful feeling of retching with no relief, a sniffly nose so bad i can’t taste anything but mucus, extreme nausea, stomach pain, scratchy throat, headaches that turn into migraines, and fatigue.

y’know what you do when you’re fatigued? you rest, obviously. i don’t have the energy to walk down the stairs more than once a day, so i’m limited to my bed and two or three bathroom trips a day. i’ve been in bed all week. all. week.

now when you’re restricted to your bed for a week, feeling like utter shit with very little motivation to talk to anyone, you get bored very easily.

now what’s a good thing to do when you can’t move, but are really bored? read. i have been consuming fanfictions at a rate i haven’t done since i was in middle school. i’m in the middle of churning through dark matter on ao3 like it’s the last thing i’ll ever read.

hey. hey guess what happened. you’ll never guess. you’ll never guess what happened.

ao3 is down for maintenance. now that’s fine, i can be without fanfic for five minutes or so, so i go to scroll tiktok and get lost in a rabbit hole of frogs and mushrooms. thirty minutes go by. i think, oh well ao3 has got to be up by now!

it’s not. i check ao3’s tumblr. nothing. i get so desperate, i even check *shudder* twitter. and you know what i find? ao3’s been having trouble lately. too many 500 errors are randomly appearing. they have the site down to fix it. they have the site down for maintenance.

so i’m here, fuming in my bed, incredibly sick, and ready to throw hands. i’m so ready to throw down, i spend a good twenty minutes writing out this tumblr post.

long story short — im sick, and i’m feral, and i need my fanfiction

[spooky-lil-spider-enjoyer]

Don't think about Peter seeing a strange sad kid around his age at his mentor's funeral. Don't think about Peter summoning his inner spiderman even in one of the lowest points of his life and walking over to the boy. Because that's what heros do, they help people. 

Don't think about Peter trying to make idle conversation by asking how he knew Tony, expecting something similar to his situation. Well, not the secret superhero and avengers thing, but that he was one of Starks interns or assistants or something like that.

Maybe do think about Harley wiping a sniffly nose and telling the kind boy his story, the story of The Mechanic who taught him to stand up for himself, the Super Hero who saved him from the weird exploding bomb guys, and Tony. The man who had panic attacks and PTSD over New York. The man who gave a 11 year old a lesser version of a flash grenade to let him stay the night in his barn. The man who turned said barn into his personal wonderland once he left. And the man who kept in touch with him over the years through letters and phone calls and maybe an occasional facetime.

Think about Peter letting out a wet chuckle and wiping his teared up eyes at the story. “That sounds like Mr. Stark.” He would say as the boys exchanged stories of the acclaimed “Iron Man.”

Think about Stark's two smartest not-technically-technically-kids bonding over the memory's of Tony, the real Tony. The Tony who set up a STEM lab for Harley, the Tony who grounded Peter because he got a little too close to dangers edge, who saw a little too much of himself in those boys.

The Tony who helped spark both their dreams and fed the fire until he died. And even in death, he's their Hero. He always will be. Maybe do think about that. Think about the Starks, biological or not.

[dearestaussiechannie]

☀︎ Your Mom Showed Me Your Baby Pictures ☀︎— Lee Felix

word count: 2.4k

paring: Felix x afab!reader

genre: Fluff

warnings: afab!reader, boyfriend!Felix, pet names (sweetie, love, beautiful, sunshine), kissing (goes no further), engagement, proposing, mentions Hyunjin, if I left anything out please let me know, kinda proof-read

Felix had thought out absolutely everything that you guys would do for your vacation back to his parents house in Australia. He had the restaurants picked, theme parks, beach days, you name it and he’d planned it. Sadly things weren't going to his plan. Due to the sudden change of weather, you'd caught a cold.

It's been three days and your symptoms are barely easing up. Your fever had finally broken early this morning but you still had body aches and a sniffly nose. No matter how much you insisted that you could do everything he wanted, he refused to let you leave the house, which wasn’t a bad thing since this meant that you'd get to know his siblings and parents better. 

Everyone had been super understanding and helpful while you were sick, whether that was his mom making you something to eat that was light on your stomach, or Olivia coming to watch a movie with you (on separate sides of the room so she didn’t get sick), or Rachel bringing you a fresh blanket out of the laundry when Felix had told her you were shaking from your fever. 

They had all been so nice, even before you were sick and just got to talk to them over the phone. His mother and father would constantly ask about you if you weren't present for the calls, at least that's what he told you, sisters texting you constantly to just check in. The funniest conversations were with Olivia though. She would constantly send you funny memes of her older brother or the thirst traps that would pop up on her tik tok, messaging the same thing every time, “this is what you’re into *barf*”. 

Today was no different besides the fact that you'd pulled yourself out of Felixs’ room to sit in the living room when his mother saw you. Her smile warmed the room just like her sons would, making you smile back to her. “Hi sweetie, are you looking for Felix?” She asked you before walking over and rubbing your shoulders, placing her hand on your head to see if you still had a fever.

You now see where Felix gets his tenderness from, it was the woman standing in front of you. Going back to her question, you shake your head before wrapping the blanket tighter around you. “No Mrs. Lee, I just wanted some fresh air… the room was becoming suffocating.” you respond, watching her roll her eyes when you call her that as she's told you many times you just refer to her as mom at least a hundred times by now. “Gotcha, well he went out to lunch with his father and sisters, so it's just the two of us here right now. Are you hungry? I can make you something.” but before she finished speaking, you're being pulled to the table and she disappears into the kitchen.

You sit and listen to her little stories of when the Lee siblings were little, giggling when she makes sure to tell you the embarrassing things Felix did while he was still in school. Eventually food was done and she'd made enough for the both of you to have lunch together, saying it was nice was an understatement. The food was delicious and her company was amazing, always making sure that you were okay and didn't need more to drink, getting you the medication you needed for your cold, talking to you not only about her kids but also asking you about your childhood and your parents.

Once lunch was over, the two of you had moved back to the livingroom and continued the conversation on the couch. Suddenly she stands up and hurries out, only to return with large books and a bright smile. “Has Felix ever shown you any of his baby pictures?” She asks as she sits back beside you, quite close so that you could look through the books together. You simply shake your head with a large smile, excited for what would come next.

The two of you flip through the books, giggling at the silly photos, stopping when his mother would start telling the story behind certain ones. You couldn't hold in a particularly loud laugh when you see a photo of him from the early years of grade school, leaned up against what looks like a tree in a white button up with a blue grid pattern. “He looks like a little business man!” you say as you look over at his mother who's nodding her head laughing with you. “That's what happens when dad picks your clothes for picture day.”

You flip through more pages, taking a couple pictures of the ones you'd want to look back at. Some time goes by and you've finished looking through the photos, his mother puts the books away and not soon after, the rest of the family walks through the door. You smile when you see your sweet sunshine walk inside, making his way straight to you. You stand up and hug him tightly, his arms pulling you tightly to him by your lower back before pulling one away to feel your head. “No fever, Love?” he asks you, brushing the hair out of your face. “It broke this morning before I woke up, I've been spending time with your mom.” You respond, looking over at her before you see her put a finger over her lips, silently shushing you and you know why, his baby pictures.

A few days have passed since then and since you were finally feeling better, the two of you started doing all of the things that Felix had planned. You're out at dinner with your boyfriend and you couldn't have asked for anything more. The two of you ate and held small conversations, telling him about lunch with his mother the other day and him telling you about everything he did with his father and sisters while you were sick. Dinner was eventually over and the two of you were on your way back before Felix suddenly turned in the opposite direction of his house. 

You just look at him for a few minutes before curiosity gets the best of you. “Lixie, where are we going?” The question leaving your lips, making him glance over at you before slowly grabbing your hand in his free one, pulling it up and rubbing your knuckles against his lips. “You just looked so pretty in that dress, I wasn't ready to go home yet.” He answers, car turning again making your eyes fall away from him only to be met with the sight of water, the moon reflecting on it and waves gently splashing against the bay. Your cheeks flushed as he parked the car, getting out and walking to your side, opening the door for you and slowly taking off the white heels that matched your dress before helping you out of the car.

He carried you to the sand so that the road wouldn't hurt your feet. You insisted that if he had let you keep on your heels, you could have walked but he didn’t want them to be ruined by the sand. Once into the sand, Felix slowly puts you down, making sure both feet are on the ground before completely letting you go. He looks at you with a smile, glancing quickly down at your lips before putting his hands on your hips and pulling you close to him before gently placing his lips against yours. The kiss is very gentle, lips moving against the others with a slight rhythm, your arms draped over his shoulders as you play with his hair and his hands moving to your lower back, rubbing small circles.

Once you break away from the kiss, you lean your forehead against his before giggling and running towards the water. You're about to shin deep when Felix finally gets in since he had to take off his socks and shoes as well as roll up his pants quite a bit so that they didn't get too wet. He runs up to you causing the water to splash and you to squeal as the cold water suddenly hits the back of your thighs, his arms wrapping around you, kissing your shoulder gently. “Now we're both all wet, what about your car?” you ask him, raising an eyebrow when he starts giggling, smile shining so bright even in the dark.

“So… there's actually towels in the backseat. I knew that I would eventually take you to the beach so I put them in the car just before we found out you caught a cold.” He admits, moving a hand from your back to the back of his neck, rubbing it slowly. You can't help but laugh before cupping his cheeks to make him look at you then showering his face in soft but quick pecks. This makes him chuckle, putting his hands on yours before reaching into his pocket and pulling out his phone, putting on a soft playlist that Hyunjin had sent to him when he told him his plan. 

“May I have this dance, beautiful?” he asks, nerves building in his stomach with his hand outstretched to you. You nod, softly placing your hand into his. The two of you dance slowly, hearing him hum along before he slowly spins you making you laugh as the water splashes around you. You both somehow manage to make it back into the sand as the song changes, sand sticking to your feet but the two of you could care less. The only thing that mattered in this very moment was each other.

“I want you to spin three times for me this time with your eyes closed, okay?” He asks, words more like a demand than a question so you simply nod. He smiles sweetly before spinning you, making sure your eyes are closed on the first spin, he reaches into his pocket and drops down onto his knee. He watches the way that your dress spins with you, the way your hair flows in the wind so effortlessly and the beautiful smile on your face as you make that third spin. He knew now that he was making the right decision. His nerves climb into his throat when you've stopped spinning.

You open your eyes only to realize you're facing the wrong way which makes you laugh. “Lixie why didn't you tell me to turn arou-” You ask him, lips falling silent before you could finish your sentence when you see him. He's in front of you on one knee, smiling so bright you’d bet your last dime that it'd put the sun itself out of business. Your hands quickly cover your mouth as you step closer to him, each step shaky as if you're unsure that your legs can hold you up.

“L/n Y/n, you're the most amazing, beautiful, funniest, most caring person I've ever had the opportunity to meet. You always make me smile, help me through anything that I’m having trouble with and even though you get into my baked goods before I say anything about it amazes me. The way that you also take care of my friends makes me realize every single day what an amazing person you are. I’m in love with you and have been since that first date we went on. Will you make me the happiest man to walk the earth and spend the rest of my life with me? Will you marry me?” He asks a bit shaky in the beginning, finding more confidence in his words as he continues.

“Yes!! Oh my god Yes!!” you shout at him with excitement before you drop to your knees in front of him. He gently grabs your hand and slips the ring onto your finger. It was a perfect fit and he couldn't thank Olivia more for finding out your ring size for him a few months ago. You look at your hand in his and the beautiful ring on your finger as you feel your bottom lip begin quivering. You look up at him, noticing that his is the same, eyes watering as yours do the same. 

You quickly wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly and kissing him a bit hard but neither of you care. Both of you stay like this for some time before slipping apart, staring at each other, laughing softly as he rubs the new ring on your hand. Eventually the both of you make your way back to the car, drying off after using a water bottle out of the car to get all the sand off. The ride home wasn't a long one but time has felt at stand still since you saw him on one knee. 

You both walk back inside and to his room, changing into more comfortable clothes and crawling into the bed. You put your phone on the charger and he finally sees your lock screen. “What was that?” He asks, a bit shocked when he sees the photo. How'd you get that? Isn't that his moms coffee table? “Hmm?” is all you say back to him, acting clueless as you try to finish getting ready for bed. “Y/n. How'd you get that photo?” He asks, knowing the answer but he wants you to confirm it. “Oh, you mean the little cutie on my lock screen? Your mom showed me your baby pictures the other day and I just couldn't help it. I wanted to be able to look at it again without having to bother her.” You answer him.

“This is what I get for telling her that I was gonna propose to you while we're here.” He rumbles as he rubs his temples. “Oh shush. You look like a cute little business man who is now all grown up and oh so very very handsome and engaged.” You say, pushing your hand in his direction which makes him smile. He gently grabs your hand and his phone in the other, taking a picture of your hand and sending it to his group chat. 

1 Attachment. “I did it you guys!! She's gonna be Mrs. Lee Y/n soon!!”

He then locks his phone, hearing the pings going off but his attention has shifted back to you, gazing lovingly at you as you brush your hair. 

“I’m in love with you, Beautiful.”

“And I’m in love with you, Sunshine.”

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[active-mind-15]

I was just rewatching Supernanny and got an idea so here are my headcanons of kid Teiko gang + Kagami and how I think they would have dealt with being put on timeout.

Kuroko:

Would get placed in timeout and actually stay there

Wouldn't make any sound and would patiently wait for his time to be up

So quiet and well-behaved for it that they forget he's in timeout and he's kinda just sitting on the chair waiting to be let out. Please free him.

Kagami:

Will sit in timeout but will make sure you know he's unhappy about it

Won't get up from where he's placed but he will fidget around

Depending on how unfair he thinks the punishment is he will either fold his arms or be on the verge of tears

Kise:

Will 100% whine and/or cry

Won't get up from where he's placed but will still try and bargain his way out of punishment

May or may not be sorry for what he did after the punishment is over

Midorima:

Will be shocked about getting put on timeout but does not fuss about it once he gets placed in it

Actually spends the time reflecting on his behavior like he's supposed to

Will offer a sincere apology the moment he gets out

Aomine:

Already over the punishment before it even begins, he's whining and dragging his feet to try and delay the inevitable

Tries to give an apology midway through the punishment in the hopes of getting out early (it doesn't work)

Will likely go back in timeout 10 minutes later for the same thing he got placed in timeout for the first time

Momoi:

Won't argue about being put in timeout but will be super pouty about the whole process

Uses timeout for the opposite purpose of reflection and instead stews in anger

Takes a while for her to cool off even after the punishment is over

Murasakibara:

Will go into timeout without much fanfare because it's more effort to argue about it

Very disinterested and bored during the timeout and will slide off his chair and constantly have to be placed back

His apologies are equally as halfhearted and he likely doesn't even remember what he should be sorry for anyway

Akashi:

Devasted at the fact that he's been punished

Well-behaved for the timeout but will be internally having an existential crisis at the fact that he is (in his head) not a good boy

Gives a very heartfelt apology when he's done, if he's a bit sniffly while he gives it then no one says anything

Okay I'm done. Thank you for entertaining my random headcanons.

[nyanashima]

The Nowdateables (+ Luke) When They're Sick

Blorbos get the flu.

Content warnings: illness, mentions of vomiting but nothing graphic.

Diavolo

Willing to accept help and rest, but worries a lot about the things he could be getting done. Needs reassurance that rest is the most productive thing he can do.

Uses his time at home to complete simple assignments, do menial tasks, and catch up on whatever show or game Leviathan’s been talking about.

Can’t sleep all that much, but lies down with his eyes closed. Better than nothing?

Diavolo spams the living hell out of your phone. Memes, cute texts, even just chat stickers. Really, all he wants is attention. Call him and he’ll be ecstatic.

Looks into fun things to do with you when he’s better.

  Barbatos

Barbatos insists that he’s fine, and keeps working until Diavolo orders him to take time off. He’ll only willingly take a sick day if he throws up.

The only duty he relinquishes otherwise is cooking, because he doesn’t want to get anyone else sick.

Goes stir crazy when forced to take it easy. He’s moving and working almost every waking moment, so the sudden change makes him restless and cranky.

Give him enrichment. He’ll pace around when he’s feeling well enough, and be fidgety when he’s not. Some simple paperwork, anything to keep his mind occupied.

Enjoys reading, but gets frustrated when he can’t focus on the book.

Irritable. He feels terrible, and feeling like he’s not doing anything productive only makes it worse. Apologizes profusely and with baked goods when he feels better.

He’ll try to deal with it himself. Dia gets his other staff to take care of him, and it feels sort of awkward, but he accepts their kindness gratefully and repays it as soon as he can.

  Solomon

Refuses to admit he’s sick, even to himself.

This man will look you in the eyes and tell you he’s completely fine while visibly swaying from side to side.

Works himself to the point of exhaustion on the regular. You think a little flu is gonna stop him? (Yes, yes it will.)

He’s passing out on his desk in class, dropping beakers… overall just a mess.

Has to be forced to stay home. Supervise him or he WILL try to get back to working on whatever has his attention.

Once someone’s taking care of him and forcing him to rest, Solomon relents and tries to focus on getting better.

Sleeps a lot.

Weirdly sappy? He says super sweet and heartfelt things to whoever’s taking care of him, and looks at them really softly. The first time Solomon got sick, Luke thought he was on his deathbed because he was so affectionate.

  Simeon

Will dismiss being ill as “just having an off day” until he wakes up feeling like utter shit.

Knows when to call it. He’s okay with tapping out for a bit— the sooner he treats what’s wrong, the sooner he can get better.

Putters around his room when he’s not excruciatingly nauseous.

Goes through a LOT of Kleenex. Sniffly

Doesn’t trust himself to work on big projects while sick, so he jots down ideas, drabbles and little poems.

Naps a lot. He doesn’t watch a lot of TV normally, but he finds it comforting to fall asleep with a movie on in the background.

  Luke

Sickly little victorian boy

Mostly sleepy and out of it, mentally. Can’t really hold a conversation but really wants to talk to people.

Sit by his bedside, hold his hand, and tell him about your day. He wants to know you’re doing alright.

He’s a kid. He wants comfort. This is one of the few times he’s not too proud to ask Simeon to lie with him and read him a book.

Recovers pretty quick because he’s still a baby.

[goldenempyrean]

aaaaa hi!! i love all the work you put out <3 also saw that requests are now open soooo can i request the prompt “naps are only for babies and old people. im neither.” for wanda and sick reader? pretty please?

“Make me.” 

〚 Notes - Sorry this is a little short but I thought it was still super cute. This rec's been gathering dust in my inbox so I'm glad its finally done! I haven't edited this yet so beware of errors :p 〛

〚 Summary - You're sick and refusing to rest but Wanda isn't about to let that continue for long. So you'd better watch your words.〛

〚 Wordcount - 655 〛

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“Go lie down before I make you.” Wanda huffed in annoyance you sat at the meeting table with your arms crossed defiantly, red nosed and sniffly, “You’re not being in the meeting, that’s final.” 

“That’s not for you to decide.” You replied with a little more bite then intended before turning away from the table to let out a few chesty coughs which only made the burning in the back of your throat intensity tenfold, “I need to be here.” 

“No you don’t.” Wanda groaned, “This meeting isn’t even important for a start so I don’t know why you’re being so stubborn when you’re obviously feeling terrible.” 

“I don’t feel terrible,” Well, that was obviously a lie, “It doesn’t matter if it’s not important, I'm part of the team so I should be herehh- HHeh’schoo!” 

You heard your girlfriend sigh as you sneezed, “It’s not that we don’t want you here, I even offered to come lay down with you. But you’re literally contagious Y/N,” She explained, her eyes casting over to where Maria was sat, currently being lectured by Nat to go rest herself, “You’re probably already infected half the agents here so please, can you just go and rest.” 

You did feel a little bad about that. Being aware of your own germs wasn’t really at the top of your priority list so you hadn’t even noticed that the agents around the compound had been all catching your cold. But still, you’d never missed a meeting before and your fever-fogged brain wasn’t about to ruin that streak, “Naps are only for babies and old people. im neither.” 

Your girlfriend shook her head again, clearly her patience had run out, “Y/N, this is the last I’ll ask nicely. Get your ass to bed now.” 

You should’ve known to watch your words when Wanda used that tone, it was obvious that she really was at the end of her tether. But your foggy mind didn’t pick up on the fact and your next words made the whole room fall suddenly silent. 

“Make me.” 

Wanda's eyes turn hard and her tone sharp when you challenge her. "You want to be an infant and be made to do something? Fine." The next thing you knew, there was a red glow surrounding your body as you were hoisted into the air, hovering several feet from your chair, “You’re going to bed one way or another.” 

“Put me down now.” You almost growled the words as Wanda continued to hold you in the grasp on her magic. 

But your girlfriend only shook her head as she kept you safely in her hold, slowly guiding you out of the meeting room and in the obvious direction back to your bedroom as she carefully followed behind. “Nope, sorry sweetie but if you’re going to be a pain in my ass about not resting then this is the only solution.” 

A soft groan of defeat escapes your lips. As Wanda carries you through the corridor and into the bedroom, you tried not to whine any further. Her magic is so powerful, you couldn't escape even if you wanted to; and honestly... you don't want to. The bed is cosy and inviting. Your tired body welcomed the plush linen as she placed you on the duvet, a deep sigh rumbling from your chest as you sink into the bed, “Wands?” 

“Yes, my love?” You can see it in her eyes that she isn't mad anymore, just happy that you’re finally in bed. 

“Can you stay?” 

Of course," Wanda replies affectionately, leaning down to kiss your head. She lingers there for a moment, rubbing her cheek against the crown of your head. Your fever will surely break soon, and you can already feel yourself beginning to breathe easier. Soon, the exhaustion will start to set in and you’d fall into a gentle asleep against the woman who loved you most in the world. 

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[skyward-floored]

Here’s the Incredibles au oneshot that I said I was working on that I accidentally deleted and finally rewrote oops

This is set right before supers are officially banned, so Twilight is the only kid born so far. And his poor family is not dealing well with the looming ban.

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Twilight let out an excited yip as he chased his tail, spinning around in dizzying circles. Normally he wouldn’t be allowed to spin so fast, but Mama wasn’t trying to walk past him and nobody else was home, so he could go as fast as he liked!

He spun in even faster circles, and let out excited little growls as his paws pounded the floor. The living room whirled around him, and Twilight nipped at his tail, spinning like mad.

Sudden a weird wriggly feeling lurched in his stomach, and Twilight wobbled to a stop, blinking rapidly as his vision kept spinning around.

Ooh... maybe there was a reason he wasn’t supposed to go so fast.

He plunked onto the floor, shaking his head as his vision continued to spin. Twilight whined and set his head on the floor too, but finally the wriggling in his stomach eased, and his vision came to a stop.

Twilight shook his head one last time, happy he could move without wobbling, but then a noise hit his ears. He raised his head, then tilted it, confused. That sounded like Mama, but he’d never heard her make a sniffly noise like that before...

...was she okay?

Twilight padded out of the room, swiveling his ears as he followed the noise. He walked through the house, listening carefully, then finally poked his head around a corner and found Mama.

She was sitting on the stairs, which was already weird, but she also had a hand over her eyes, and tears were rolling down what bit of her face Twilight could see. He stared at her in shock, then crept over to her, a small whine building in his throat.

She was crying?

He’d never seen her cry before.

“Mama?” he woofed anxiously, knowing she’d understand him. His mother startled and looked down at him, her eyes shiny with tears. “You hurt?”

“Oh... oh honey, I’m okay,” she said in a wobbly voice, swiping a sleeve over her eyes. “I’m just...“

She sniffled, and Twilight rested his head on her knee, nuzzling her leg just a little. Malon breathed out, and Twilight let her gather him into her arms, wriggling around until he was comfortable.

“The world is just... a little sad right now,” Mama said quietly, holding him close. “People are... scared, of what our powers can do, and when people are scared, they... they sometimes make bad choices.”

Twilight stayed quiet for a moment, thinking this through as Mama brushed away a bit of flyaway fur from his eyes.

“That’s why Daddy was hurt yester-a-day?”

Malon startled, then sighed. “Yes sweetie, that’s why.”

Twilight went quiet again, and Malon held him a bit tighter, looking down at him worriedly.

“You don’t need to be scared honey, it’s okay. Me and Daddy will keep you safe,” she said gently, scratching his ears. Twilight wiggled his nose, and after a moment’s concentration, turned back into a hylian.

“Not scared,” he said, and it was true. He wasn’t scared of mean people who didn’t like powers, even if he’d... never actually met any. But he knew he didn’t like them for making Mama cry and Daddy limp around all of yesterday.

Were they also why Sky had been so angry the other night, and why Warriors didn’t play with him as much?

Mama sniffled again, and Twilight looked up at her, that wriggling feeling in his stomach coming back even worse as a tear trailed down her cheek.

“Don’t cry Mama,” he said, and when she looked down at him, he reached up and planted a big kiss on her damp cheek. “Be okay.“

Mama gave him just a little bit of a smile, and held him close, pressing a kiss to his hair. He snuggled closer, and she ran a hand through his hair, smoothing out the little tangles that always seemed to show up.

“Thank you honey, you’re right. It’ll be okay. It’ll all be okay,” she said, almost like she was talking to herself instead of him. Twilight rested his head on her shoulder, and she set a hand on her rounded tummy, lightly rubbing it as she held him close. “Everything will be okay.”

Twilight smiled, and sucked on his thumb as she held him tight.

Mama was still making the sniffly noise, but not as loud as before, and Twilight nestled up to her, happy he’d helped. The wriggly feeling in his stomach felt better, and Mama had said it would be okay, even if the world was sad right now.

She pressed another kiss to his hair, and Twilight closed his eyes.

It would be okay.

[gemini-sensei]

When omega!LaRusso!Reader finds out what Hawk is up to, oh boy (@sensei-venus)

Everyone knows Hawk is subtly trying to court Reader, often rolling their eyes when he starts gushing about her when she isn't around to hear him. Everyone thinks it's pretty cute, how much thought and care he's put into it and taking his time to be her friend first. Add onto that fact that Reader doesn't fully get what Hawk is doing and it's pretty cute.

He comes around with little gifts, but over time they become more personal. Jewelry, her favorite snacks and desserts, movie tickets to the films she's excited to go see. All sorts of stuff. Reader doesn't think much of it, believing Hawk is just being super nice. After all, he keeps the other alphas away and doesn't say anything out of the way. Sure, he gives her compliments, but he means them in a friendly way, right?

They're hanging out one day, but unlike other times it's just the two of them. However, she doesn't feel awkward or even frightened by it. Hawk makes her feel safe and secure, so she has no problem just hanging out with him. He makes her laugh and they always have a fun time.

Things are going great, like they always have with Hawk, and then there's a lull. She's giggling at something he said and then all of a sudden he's leaning in to kiss her. Her heart thumps hard, she panics, and punches him in the face.

However, unlike every other time she's hit an alpha that got too close, she immediately feels super bad about it. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!"

Every instinct inside of her is screaming "Why the fuck did you do that?" She's ready to start crying, especially because his nose starts bleeding. She starts trying to clean it up, but he's gushing. Her omega instincts don't let her stop though, she has to take care of him, especially because she caused this.

"It's okay, it's okay," he tries to assure her. He feels so bad as he watches her panic because he didn't mean to frighten her. He just felt so attracted to her and wanted to kiss her, kind of forgetting they aren't together for that moment. So as she's sitting there, holding tissues to his face, he looks at her so apologetically. "I'm so sorry."

"Why are you sorry? I'm the one that almost broke your nose," she says, getting a little sniffly. She just wants to bolt and hide, never show her face again.

He tries to shake hisnhead, but she's holding him firmly as she tries to get his nose to stop bleeding. "I shouldn't have tried to kiss you... I mean, I should have at least asked first."

"That kind of consideration is a lot more than other alphas have had," she tells him. She looks down, embarrassed as if that were her fault.

"Well, now I know how the rest of them feel," he chuckles. He smirks at her. "All those stories about how you hit hard are true, huh."

Hos words only fluster her further. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he tells her. He tilts her head up. "I think it's pretty hot."

"...what?"

He laughs at her cuteness. "I think you're hot."

That hard thumping returns to her chest and she feels her cheeks burn hot. "Thank you... I... I think you're hot too..."

The alpha wants to cheer. The prettiest omega he's ever met thinks he's hot. His metaphorical tail is wagging so hard. He smiles at her, just so happy to know that. It's enough to make him finally ask her out, hopefully avoiding any punches she may throw.

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 16: Toxin/Poison

Fandom: BTS

Sickie: Taehyung (general illness)

Caregiver(s): Seokjin

Word Count: 670

Notes: Prepare for a super cheeky take on “poison”

Seokjin heard the shuffling steps on the stairs, punctuated by a few coughs and congested sniffles, before he saw Taehyung round the corner from the stairs. The young man looked like an absolute mess, face pale, bags hanging under his eyes, clothes (correction, pajamas trying to pass for clothes) disheveled, his hair sticking out at odd angles because he hadn’t brushed it in the past 48 hours. In fact, Seokjin hadn’t even seen Taehyung for the past 48 hours, since their solo schedules were out of sync. Not to mention that Taehyung had slept through 40 of the past 48 hours. Jimin had been the one to tell the rest of the group that Taehyung was sick, and Seokjin had tried to take a step back and not fuss too much because Taehyung had been making comments recently about being an adult and not wanting his hyungs to baby him anymore. 

But seeing the younger man now, looking pathetic as anything, Seokjin knew there was a difference between wanting to be fussed over and needing to be fussed over. Taehyung looked about three seconds from keeling over into a feverish, sniffly puddle of stress. He didn’t acknowledge Jin sitting at the kitchen table as he passed through the living room on his way to the door. Which was weird. Seokjin set his book down suspiciously.

“Hey, babe, what are you doing?” he called. Taehyung paused, turning slowly to look back at Seokjin, as if seeing him for the first time. His expression didn’t change, but Seokjin assumed he was taken by surprise at his presence. There was probably too much of a haze in his head to care. 

“Going out,” he replied plainly, voice gravelly and even deeper than normal. He slid on his coat.

Seokjin's eyebrows knit together. “Where are you going?”

“We’re out of milk.”

The older man shook his head, resisting the urge to laugh. “No we aren’t. Get back in bed. You’re drunk.”

“But I didn’t even drink anything…” Taehyung replied hazily, sorting through the foggy memories he had of that morning. “Not even water… well, actually yeah, water. Jimin gave me water, but Jimin doesn’t spike drinks…”

“Tae, it was joke,” Seokjin replied. “And the fact that you didn’t get it means that you’re way too sick to be out of bed, and definitely too sick to go out for milk.” 

“But…”

“No buts,” Seokjin cut him off, sliding his chair away from the table and gliding over to his sick friend. “Jimin would probably kill me if he knew I’d let you out of the house, or even out of bed. And you don’t want Jimin to go to jail for murder right?”

“No.” Taehyung shook his head vehemently. Seokjin smiled, quickly placing his hand on Taehyung’s forehead to confirm that, yes, he was probably very delirious, but nothing serious enough to warrant an adventure to the hospital. 

“Then why don’t we go back upstairs?” Jin offered lightly, smoothly pulling the coat from Taehyung’s shoulders and stringing an arm around the younger man’s waist before leading him back to the stairs. Taehyung simply nodded in response, allowing himself to be moved. Seokjin probably could have gotten him to do a lot of things right now, to say some pretty hilarious shit, but that would’ve been very cruel. Funny, but cruel.

The stairs were much easier to traverse than Seokjin had expected, Taehyung still in full capacity of movement despite how heavily he was leaning against Seokjin as they climbed the flight. 

“Alright, Tae,” Seokjin grunted as they reached the room the younger vocalist shared with Jimin. He gave Taehyung a very gentle (don’t want to hurt him now) push towards the bed. “Climb on in.” Taehyung did as instructed, curling up on his side and coughing roughly into his wrist. “Want some more water? Promise I won’t spike it.” 

Taehyung smiled up at him, sincere and sweet. He’d remembered that joke. “Thank you, hyung.” 

Seokjin smiled back from the doorway. “Anything for you, love.”

[shankschewtoy]

hi idk if ur requests are open or not so if they are feel free to ignore.

but i am like super sick rn, like running on a fever of 102. can u write little drabbles ab how luffy, zoro, sanji, and/or law taking care of their really sick s/o🥺

a/n - omg no way we can be sick together 😭 Aw im so sorry you’re not feeling well- I hope you feel better soon!! I hope these help a little :)

Warnings ⚠️ - none, g/n reader, modern au

- Zoro doesn’t really understand the concept of being sick, but he hates seeing you not feeling great or in pain/uncomfortable

- “y/n- that fever’s not that bad.” It was bad.

- don’t worry about schooling this guy, Nami and Chopper got it under control 👍

- when he came back he was beaten up btw lol

- “I’m sorry y/n- so do you need anything?” His cheek’s all swollen so he can barely talk 😭

- he seemingly cannot get sick so you can cuddle him all you want! he runs a bit warm so it’s super nice when you feel that chill in your body

- he won’t train for a day just to make sure you’re getting better! he can’t even think about letting you try and deal with it on your own- it kinda gets annoying and slightly creepy tho

- He doesn’t really know what else to do other than to sit by you and literally just- stare?

- “Zoro please stop staring at me- it’s not that helpful..”

- “Where else am I supposed to look?!”

- give him some time- he’ll get better as you go lmao

- he always gets worried when you start napping. What if you don’t wake up again? What if you died in your sleep and he didn’t know?

- he’s checking your heartbeat every couple minutes- and sometimes he wakes you up lol

- it’s not a great nap- but he’s trying his best! He really cares and never wants anything bad to happen to you

- he decided to go to the internet to try and make you feel better faster

- “cold cure what”

- “acupressure?”

- “when should I take s/o to doctor”

- “is my s/o dying?”

- “advil what?”

- “what is high fever?”

- “should I call 911?”

- knows your sick before you even start feeling it- he can sense the virus lmao

- will not leave your side. ever

- “Sanji- i just have to go to the bathroom.”

- “I can go with you-!”

- “No!”

- he’s just worried is all hehe

- he’ll make you chicken soup, miso soup, any soup! all of his cooking has healing properties :)

- don’t worry about him getting sick! he won’t let you worry because he’s already sitting there giving you everything you want/need and more

- cuddles? Of course!

- blankets? was that a question?

- movies? YES

- don’t even think about getting out of bed- he’ll get everything for you!

- he’d clean up all your tissues after you blow your nose, leave it all to him! 💜💜

- sadly hes that one guy who overthinks things and looks up sicknesses on the internet. He started to freak out once he saw the answers he got

- this is his search history

- “runny nose, coughing, fever?”

- “what is HIV?”

- “HIV death rate”

- “HIV contagious?”

- “hiv transmission how?”

- “did I give s/o hiv from cum?”

- I’m sorry I’ll stop

- he really really loves you, but he doesn’t really want to get sick???

- he’s a doctor, so he for sure knows exactly what to do! Cold towel on the forehead, Tylenol for the fever, dayquil for the sniffly nose and sore throat!

- he’ll get you stacks of water bottles and will threaten to shove them down your throat if you don’t drink them by the end of the day

- asshole will have full mask and rubber gloves on when he comes into the room with chicken soup and vitamin c pills

- he peels fruit really fast so don’t hesitate to ask him for some! He’ll be back in seconds with a whole plate of freshly peeled fruit! Especially some nice tangerines from Nami’s tree, very rich in vitamin c he says

- that one guy who’s spraying the whole house, all the doorknobs you’ve touched and everything

- won’t hesitate to drink Lysol if he has to

- it lowkey feels kinda bad 💀

- BUT- he still doesn’t leave the house, he can’t think abt leaving you by yourself when you’re sick like this

- so he’ll figure out how to mobile order stuff (I don’t picture him doing well with doordash)

- this would be his search history

- “Lysol big pack”

- “how does target mobile order work?”

- “accidentally bought at wrong store help”

- “why is Linda coming to my house with a white voltswagon”

- “says they’ll be here in 5 minutes”

- “intruders in my house”

- also he’ll make tea for you :)

a/n - I hate sore throats so much 💀

[setsuuestsu]

Your Sope fics are so sweet! Can you write one about Hobi having a bad cold, which makes him needy/clingy/seek out a lot of cuddles from Yoongi. And then Yoongi catches his cold because of it. Thank you!

I’m so sorry this took so long 😭 I moved and my anxiety is at a high rn cause of the world tensions and I hope everyone is safe currently! Anyways, not super satisfied with how this turned out so I apologize!

“Seok-ah? Are you home?”

Yoongi pulled his key to the apartment out from the doorknob, struggling a bit and eventually having to yank the key out of the lock. It took his balance away from him from a moment due to the amount of force he used. He caught himself, then shut the door. 

The lights were off but he could see well enough that his eyes caught on Hoseok’s pair of chunky sneakers that he genuinely wondered how the younger male wore. They were like, the greatest sin cursed upon society. He had tried to wear them once and nearly broke an ankle. Usually Hoseok’s shoes were meticulously placed on the carpet by the door because god forbid a shoe be out of place, but now they were haphazardly in a pile. 

That was unusual.

“Seok-ah?” he called again, slightly worried now. He quietly headed towards the couch, but Hoseok wasn’t there. There were signs of life though, as the blanket was balled into the corner of the couch and a pillow was on the floor. 

He headed down the hallway towards their bedroom, sighing in relief when he saw Hoseok passed out and snoring on the bed. He didn’t even have the covers over him. 

Gently tapping Hoseok’s shoulder, he waited for the younger to wake up. “Hey, Seok-ah. Wake up for hyung.”

Bleary eyes opened to meet him. “Hyung?”

Yoongi could hear the congestion lacing Hoseok’s voice and frowned. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

“Like my Thursday dance class got me sick.” he croaked, coughing slightly.

He pressed a hand to Hoseok’s forehead, thanking every deity out there when he didn’t feel any abnormal heat. He always hated seeing Hoseok sick. “I hope it’s just a cold.”

The younger male nodded, nose twitching slightly. “It is. Yeon-su and Seung-jin came in all hh—sniffly and sad the other day but they were hh—so cute and I couldn’t help but hh-hug them.” He pouted, which made him even cuter.

“hh-hETShii!” 

Yoongi blessed him and passed him a tissue. As Hoseok blew his nose, Yoongi ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair.

“Hyungie, I want cuddles!” Hoseok whined, voice stuffy. He was shivering, though Yoongi couldn’t tell if it was from his cold or the temperature outside, which was pretty chilly and windy. (And cold season, so no wonder Hoseok had caught one)

Mentally cooing over how adorable his boyfriend looked, Yoongi patted him on the shoulder. “Maybe later, okay? I’m guessing you haven’t eaten and we need to get some cold medicine in you.”

Hoseok buried his face into his pillow and Yoongi could hear him grumbling about how unfair he was being. With a small chuckle, he exited the room, though not after stroking Hoseok’s head first. 

From the kitchen, he heard Hoseok coughing and each time, Yoongi winced in sympathy. The coughing sounded painful. He started on the soup first, then grabbed the kettle to start boiling water for tea. After waiting an awkward five minutes, he poured the broth into a mug and the hot water for tea into another mug. 

He hears Hoseok sneeze again from the other room and the rapid sniffling that follows. 

Picking up the mugs of tea and broth, he headed for the bedroom, nearly tripping over Mickey, Hoseok’s Shih Tzu, but catching himself against the wall just in time. 

“Come on, Mickey-ah.” he murmurs, gesturing to the bedroom door with his neck. “Let’s go see Seok-ah.” 

When he enters the bedroom, Hoseok is turned with his back facing the door. Yoongi can hear the soft snores coming from the younger’s stuffy nose. As much as he hated having to wake Hoseok up, he knew the younger male needed medicine. 

“Seok-ah, wake up.” He gently shook Hoseok’s shoulder. His boyfriend didn’t respond, only grumbling and trying to shake Yoongi’s hand off. Yoongi let out a small chuckle and helped Hoseok into a sitting position. 

Hoseok coughs and sniffles once he’s up, mumbling about how he’s too tired. Yoongi forces him to swallow the cold medicine and tea and climbs into the bed next to him. 

“Drink the tea and the broth, okay?” He gave Hoseok a stern but caring look. “We need to get you healthy again.” 

“Hyungie, cuddles!” Hoseok insisted, burying his face into Yoongi’s shoulders after setting both mugs down. Yoongi ran his fingers through Hoseok’s hair and laid them both down. The younger immediately curled closer to Yoongi (almost possessively, not that Yoongi minded). Knowing he probably wasn’t going to be let up anytime soon, Yoongi accepted his fate and wrapped his arms around Hoseok underneath the thick blankets.

“Kisses!”

As much as he loved to kiss his boyfriend, this cold didn’t sound good and he didn’t particularly want to catch it. “Seok-ah …”

Yeah, who was he kidding? Kisses sounded great.

His lips met Hoseok’s and he could feel the younger melt from his touch. After a few moments, Hoseok had to pull away to sneeze twice, so Yoongi rolled to the side to grab him a tissue. 

As awake as he was now, he looked at Hoseok’s drowsy eyes and he figured it was time to turn the lights out (the things they do for love).

“Night, Seok-ah.”

★

The next morning, Yoongi wakes up and feels himself boiling under the covers. He panicked, thinking that maybe he’s caught Hoseok’s cold, but then he feels a weight on his chest and opens his eyes. Hoseok is fast asleep and still snoring. He’s still a little warm, but it's better than how warm he was the day before. 

Deciding he should let Hoseok sleep a little more, Yoongi moved to roll out of the bed, but a hand caught his wrist. 

“Hyungie …”

He let Hoseok pull him down again. “Hey, how are you feeling?”

Hoseok’s breath hitches and he stops for a moment. “H-hyung? Can you grab me a ti-hh-ssue?”

Reaching to the nightstand next to the bed, Yoongi plucks a handful of tissues out of the box and quickly hands them to Hoseok, who sneezes a triple. He’s left miserable and sniffly afterwards. 

“I think it’s time for some more meds, Seok.”

Hoseok, who usually insists he doesn’t need medicine, agrees. That only shows Yoongi how miserable Hoseok is feeling. “I’ll be right back, honey.”

Since it was a small apartment, the walk from the bedroom to the kitchen wasn’t far. He measured out the cold medicine (liquid form this time), made some more tea, and headed back for the bedroom. Hoseok was sitting up and pouting, nose and eyes red and puffy. 

Yoongi thought he looked adorable. 

“Here.” He handed Hoseok the tiny cup of medicine first. “Take that.”

The younger shot him a look of disgust but obeyed and took the medicine (shot-style). “It's so … yucky.”

He handed Hoseok the tea next. “This’ll help.”

This time, he didn’t protest, drinking the tea quickly. Desperate times called for desperate measures, Yoongi supposed. And cold medicine seemed like a desperate time.

Hoseok coughed, throat scratchy and rough. He took another sip of the tea. “Hyungie, cuddles?”

How could anyone say no to that?

Yoongi climbed back into the bed, wrapping his arms around Hoseok and pulling his sick lover closer. Hoseok was always cold when he was sick, even if it was just a small cold like this one, and it just so happened that Yoongi liked keeping Hoseok close. 

Mickey, noticing that he wasn’t getting proper attention, jumped onto the bed and curled up on top of Hoseok and Yoongi, further adding to the warmth. 

　　　　　　　　　　　　　　　★

That afternoon, Yoongi woke up to his own scratchy throat and stuffy nose. 

Well, that was to be expected with how much Hoseok had been near him. 

Hoseok was still fast asleep, mouth open slightly due to how congested he was. He could hear the slight whistle of Hoseok’s nose as his boyfriend tried to breathe. Yoongi cringed realizing that that would probably be him in a few more hours. 

Deciding that he could probably use some cold medicine himself, Yoongi tried to get up and out of bed. Of course, this only made Hoseok’s brow furrow and he tried to grip him tighter. 

Of course. 

“Seok-ah, Hyung has to get up.” Yoongi explained to the sleeping figure. He sniffled, cringing as his nose ran. “And in order to do so, you have to let go of Hyung.”

“Mine.” Hoseok mumbled possessively. He pressed himself closer to Yoongi. 

Well, he could get up later. 

It seemed they would be here a while. 

[just-another-mess-in-a-dress]

B/G/3 Snz Head Cannons pt 1 Bois

Writing horn at work because that’s what you do when you’re an adult waiting on emails right??

Snz headcanons for b/g/3 characters let’s gooooooo (in parts because tumblr has decided word count matters rip)

Astarion

Photonic sneezer for sure

Beyond that I think his nose is much more sensitive now than it was when he was alive so being out in the wilds I think made him an absolute sniffly mess for the first few days

After the initial shock of being in the wide open world I think the sensitivity to strong florals sticks with him.

Usually sneezes in doubles but sometimes threes when he’s really irritated

Covers with steepled hands or tries desperately to stifle

Is REALLY bad at stifling

I feel very strongly about this - his voice gets deeper when he sneezes/is congested

Like we know when he’s quiet and genuine his voice gets a bit deeper and less performative

And I imagine he’s shit at changing how his sneezes sound so they’ve gotta be deep in his chest

Typically follows up with a dazed, ‘excuse me’

Expects to be blessed and will be pouty about it if he’s ignored

If vampires could get sick he would make it everyone’s problem

But be lowkey embarrassed about it if a partner was genuinely worried and doting on him

Gale

This man always has a handkerchief on him

Compulsive stifler even before the orb but after the orb it becomes even worse

Ignore his high con score this man gets sick often and it’s always a stuffy head cold situation

Does that thing where he keeps his handkerchief balled up under his nose while he reads/writes to keep it from dribbling.

Is an expert at covering sneezes but on the off chance he didn’t feel one coming he gets super flustered about it

King of the stuck sneeze and he’s mostly okay with that - if it doesn’t come out he can’t blow up lol

Once he’s cured of the orb the first time he catches a cold it’s the sneeziest cold he’s ever had and he lowkey forgets that he can sneeze freely until his partner or a well meaning friend gently points it out (or points it out like an asshole if you’re like that or Astarion lol)

His natural sneezes are loud and always comes in fits, like never one or two

Apologizes every single time

Cannot hold a conversation in the midst of a fit but will try

Doesn’t really have allergies but will occasionally get stuffy voice if he spends too long in the archives

Halsin

This man has never covered a sneeze in his goddamn life okay?

Will blow his nose into his hand if he’s out in the woods and will flick the mess onto the ground before wiping his hand on his thigh

Loud sneezes but not quite atomic bomb levels of loud

Almost always at least a little bit of visible spray

Gets really bad itchy fall allergies every year and knows exactly which genus of plant causes it (will weaponize this fact for a partner who has the kink)

Sneezes mainly in singles but when it’s allergies it’s always doubles

Doesn’t expect blessings but will gladly take them

Usually directs the blast down or away from others if they’re around

Openly acknowledges that he likes sneezing ‘It’s a natural process and it feels quite nice I think’

Being a healer means he’s aware of contagion and how it works but doesn’t think much of his own sneezes until it’s too late

Yes he’s built like a brickhouse and yes he does work himself too damn hard - he also loves being taken care of by a partner

Has been known to induce unprompted because he ‘just wants to hurry things along’ whore

Wyll

Baby boy has the most expressive nose in existence

He always describes sneezes as tickly or buzzy when he’s congested

Comments on his sneezes all the time

Hitchy and gasping breaths into every sneeze

King of build ups, cannot have a sneeze without at least five seconds of warning

Covers every single time but can never find his hanky so it’s usually hands or elbow

Will ask to borrow your handkerchief and will give it right back after decimating it with a blow

Tries to stifle but is really bad at it and it just makes him sneeze more

Sneezes in threes and fours but occasionally sneezes only once

Dust and pollen sensitivity

Every cold starts in his chest but settles in his nose for weeks after

Will breathily remind you he’s not contagious as a sneeze rips through him.

Can be loud or soft but are always drawn out

Doesn’t want to admit he loves being taken care of but it does melt him on the inside

Gets really teary when he sneezes and will make jokes about it to deflect his embarrassment

Very aware of germs and contagion but still manages to catch every bug that goes through his friend groups

Gets disappointed if he’s not blessed after a sneeze

[tyunkus]

would you consider writing a pt 2 or just sth similar for amazon wishlist? just tyun and now gf reader being cute domestic but also tyun absolutely destroying you in bed and being more rough with you now that youre together but also so so sweet and praising you and calling you princess and sweet girl,,,, so many thoughts ;-;

<3

OH YES FOR SURE?? i was already thinking about making some sort of continuation of it cuz i like the bffs to roommates to partners dynamic a lot AND I HAVE SOME STUFF THAT IVE WRITTEN FOR OTHER THINGS that i think would fit in really well.. BUT YEAH OH MY GOD ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIP WITH TYUN!!!! super sweet all the time, always finding ways to touch your face or your hands, showering you with kisses all over ur body from ur cheeks to ur nose to the top of ur head and hes just the perf boyfriend. But then when you two are alone it's like something flips he gets so condescending and mean.. pouting and cooing at you because you're all sniffly over how good his cock is ! his heart tugs seeing your puffy eyes and trembling limbs but hes just gonna lean over you and start fucking you deeper, wants to see how far he can push you, wants to see how much he can make you come!!!!!! RAHHH!!! you're still very much his good girl even if he's teasing you for crying over his dick, even if he scolds you for wriggling around after he spanks your ass!!!! AUUHGUHGGH

[lavsnz]

a fun scenario if the tattoos raising when someone catches a cold thing does actually happen to some people:

a has a habit of tracing b’s tattoos, especially at night while they cuddle in bed. one night, a notices b is super sniffly but b dismisses it. that night, while a is tracing b’s tattoos, a notices that they’re a bit raised

the next morning, a goes out to buy a bunch of cold supplies. tissues, medicine, tea, soup, etc. when b comes home after work, they tell a that they don’t feel well & think they’re coming down with something

when a guides them to the bedroom b seed sees all of the cold supplies. b asks how a knew they were sick

“well i noticed you were sniffling a bunch & your tattoos were raised when i traced them last night. your tattoos raise when you’re sick or allergies act up, it’s one of your tells”

& a spends the next few days taking care of b & noticing how their tattoos go down as b starts getting better

[goldenempyrean]

From Super to Sniffly

〚Notes - Miss Somber threw some random prompts at me last night so I stayed up WAY too late writing this :P Im gonna try and get some marvel done soon…maybe :,) 〛

〚 Pairing - Supercorp 〛

〚 Summary - Lena is more than willing to look after her girlfriend when she solar flares. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 3140 〛

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“Just try to take it easy this time, okay?” Alex had sighed after she’d finished taking her sister’s vitals, “Maybe we should get you under the solar lamps for a bit, help you recharge a little?” 

Kara shook her head, wincing a little at the cut on her arm where Alex had patched up earlier, “I can’t I need to get home and finish my report, Snapper will have my head if I don’t.” 

Typical. Of course, Kara was worrying about her work instead of the fact she’d once again became powerless. It wasn’t really her fault this time, not entirely. The alien she’d been fighting an hour or so early had entirely drained her cells of their solar energy, in turn, taking away her powers - leaving her just vulnerable as any other human. 

“Fine, well I’ll tell J’onn you’ll be out of commission for a few days. Just until we get those powers back.” Alex said, hurrying round the med bay before turning her attention back to the Kryptonian, “I’ll arrange transport to take you home.” 

“No, no,” She interrupted, pulling herself off of the bed and stretching her legs, “I think I’m gonna walk myself home, I could do with some fresh air.”  

“Alright, just take care, okay?” Alex agreed, there was no point in arguing. Kara could look after herself, even if it made her worry, “No crime fighting or gallivanting into danger, I expect you to go straight home.” She added as she began to escort her to the door, watching as the blonde headed to the exit. 

As she stepped out into street the cool evening breeze brushed against her skin, causing goosebumps to run up her arms and Kara pulled her jacket just a little tighter around herself.  

She continued down the street, not in a hurry by any means. She was taking her time, enjoying just how human she felt in that moment.  

But suddenly something snatched her attention, the approaching crackle of thunder overhead - she’d forgotten about the storms that had been forecasted… maybe she would’ve been better taking the transport after all. Soon enough, the first droplets of rain started to fall, lightly spattering the pavement around her. She glanced up at the darkening clouds and decidedly quickened her pace. 

Not that it helped much, before long the rain intensified, turning from a light drizzle into a steady downpour. They plastered her hair to her forehead and soaked through her jacket.  

Kara hunched her shoulders, shivering as the cold rain seeped into her clothes. She groaned, crossing her arms as she walked, just trying to keep a little bit of heat in. 

 Not that it really worked, on second thought maybe being Kryptonian had its benefits aside the whole superhero thing - her usually heightened body temperature normally would’ve been enough to stave off the chill settling into her. But she made her bed, so she’d have to lie in it - she’d wanted to enjoy being human and after all what was more human than this? 

She knew that, eventually, her powers would return, and the weight of her responsibilities would come crashing back. But for now, she finally allowed herself to be just plain and simple Kara Danvers. 

That could’ve been relaxing, only if Kara Danvers hadn’t completely overslept the following day and had to run around her apartment in a rush to get ready on time. 

After she’d finally got home that previous night, she’d was shivering and soaked to the bone. All Kara wanted to do was to sink under the hold of a hot shower before changing herself into some soft pyjamas and crawling into bed, but much to her annoyance she had that report to finish, and well, work came first.  

Maybe she could’ve gone to bed a little earlier, but if a jobs worth doing, it's worth doing well. That was what she had told herself as she stared mindlessly at the screen, the small time in the corner had way past midnight by now. On the bright side she did manage to steal a little sleep in the end though, a couple of hours at least – that wasn’t by choice, she had simply just fallen asleep as she worked. 

Still, it wasn’t enough to recharge her, not by a long run so here she was, rushing around, wasting the little energy she had left as she hurriedly grabbed her laptop and files before hurrying out the door. This time however she’d decided against walking, instead choosing the bus as a safer option.  

But as Kara boarded the bus, she couldn't shake off the feeling of exhaustion that seemed to have settled deep within her bones. Maybe she shouldn’t have skipped that warm shower after all. As the city passed by, her skin began to feel clammy - something she hadn’t felt before, it was felt strange - and that wasn’t mentioning the of a headache beginning to throb at her temples.  

Finally, her stop was approaching. She buzzed the bell and stood up, making her way to the front as the bus began to slow. It was just as she was about to take her step that she suddenly sneezed twice, barely able to cover with her elbow.  

That should’ve been the first sign something was up. But the blonde was too busy focussing on getting to work on time, instead she muttered a quiet apology to no-one in particular before rushing off towards CatCo. 

In the end she didn’t end up being that late after all. Only by about 10 minutes or so. Of course, no-one noticed. No-one except for Lena that is. The two may have only started dating recently but the two had been friends long before that and as a Luthor, Lena had learnt to become observant of people and their behaviour. So, when Kara wasn’t sat behind her desk, or waiting happily in her office with coffee she instantly knew something was off. 

“Kara! There you are, finally.” Lena sighed with relief as the blonde came into the office, “You okay? I tried calling you last night did you didn’t answer, I heard about your powers.” 

“I’m fine.” Her tone came out a little snappier than intended, as she kept walking over to her desk, planting her stuff down on the table, Lena following swiftly behind. 

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning, someone feeling a little grumpy today?” The CEO teased lightly, keeping her voice down as Kara rubbed at her temples as she sat down. 

“I'm not grumpy.” Kara sniffled discreetly as she pouted, “I just didn’t sleep too well, I had to finish this article.” 

Lena couldn’t help but sigh, she knew how hard Kara worked. Most of the time it the other way round and the reporter was often scolding her for overworking but it didn’t mean she didn’t notice how far Kara could push herself sometimes. 

“Maybe you could use some more sleep then.” She suggested lightly, taking on the files from her desk and pretending to read over it, not wanting to seem too bossy, not when her girlfriend was clearly exhausted, “I think an early night is in store for you tonight.” 

The reporter nodded, that aching in her head felt like it was worsening under the bright white LEDs above, “Yeah, maybe.” She mumbled, opening up her laptop beforehand absently tapping away, “I’m really sorry Lena, I really need to edit this article.”  She excused, not wanting to seem rude. 

Lena gave her a small kiss at the top of her forehead, just a gentle sign of affection before leaving her too it - she did have her own work to attend to after all. But she still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off so made a mental note to keep an eye on her. 

Unfortunately, as time passed Kara didn’t seem to be doing much better. She was keeping her head up by propping her hand beneath it, occasionally ducking down to muffle terribly stifled sneezes which had clearly been heard by the entire office. At one point the whole office had quietened at the sound of a rather chesty sound coming from her desk, earning a sigh of sympathy from her girlfriend. 

Her head was swimming was worry as she abandoned her own work and instead headed over to a supply cupboard before swiftly yet discreetly taking an unopened tissue box and placing it on the blonde reporters desk. 

“You sound like you need these.” Lena whispered, her voice filled with worry, “Baby, you don’t sound too well, did Alex give you the all-clear from the DEO yesterday?” 

Kara nodded before reaching out to open the box, “She did, I just hH-“ The Kyrptonian’s breath hitched off as she hastily pulled out a handful of tissues before ducking into them with a pitiful sounding sneeze, “Hh’itshhu! Ugh, excuse me.” 

“Awh love your nose is all red.” The CEO murmured, as she came to stand behind the reporter’s chair, her loving hand rubbing her back, “You sound like you’re coming down with something.” 

“Maybe, my head feels funny.” Kara admitted with a sniffle, too tired to lie to her girlfriend. She’d find out eventually anyway and as the throbbing ache in her temple increased, she was feeling too crappy to deny it. 

The Luthor’s caring hand came to cup her cheek, a small sigh leaving her lips as she moved upwards, letting her palm rest against Kara’s unusually pale skin, “Make that definitely, you’re quite warm dear.” 

“That’s dumb because I’m freezing.” Kara failed to bite back the hint of a whine seeping into her voice as she sniffled into her tissues. 

“Let me check your temperature, stay here.” Her girlfriend soothed. Kara must’ve been really out of it because Lena seemed to return just as quick as she left and before she knew it, the CEO was holding a small device to her lips, “Open please.” 

She did as told, allowed her girlfriend to slide the thermometer beneath her tongue. It was rather uncomfortable, especially considering the fact it had become very hard to breathe through her stuffed up nose. Lena’s comforting hand on her shoulder made it better though and before long, a small beep rang out. 

“There we are, good girl, let’s have a look,” It was hard to miss the concerned expression sank across her face as she read the numbers, “Oh Kara, 38.8, poor girl. That temperature can’t feel very good. What do you say to letting me take you home?” 

Lena's concerned gaze never left Kara's face as she waited for a response. The reporter's skin felt clammy under her touch, and the combination of fever and exhaustion was clearly taking its toll. Kara's head was pounding, and every movement seemed to require a monumental effort. She swallowed, wincing at the soreness in her throat, before finally nodding weakly. 

"Yeah, that sounds like a good idea," Kara managed to rasp out, her voice sounding strained and raspy. She gave a pitiful sniffle as she clutched the tissue in her hand, “Stupid immune system.”  

Lena offered a gentle smile, relief washing over her features. "Alright, love. Let's get you out of here and back home." She offered her hand out but didn’t object when the blonde moved straight past it and instead cuddled into her side, her arm coming to sit on her waist. 

“What! Why’s she getting an early leave?” Came the annoyed grumble from a distant cubicle as the pair passed through the office, “Fucking favouritism.” 

Lena had to bite her lip to keep herself from yelling as Kara's cheeks flushed, partly from her fever and partly from embarrassment. "'m not feeling well.” She managed to mumble in response before breaking off and muffling a desperate sounding set of sneezes against her girlfriend’s sigh. 

“Ignore him baby, I’ll see that he’s reprimanded later, right now let’s just focus on getting you home.” Lena whispered, “Bless you.” She managed to bite back the anger from her voice - there was no way she was going to accept that behaviour towards her girlfriend - but the discipline could wait till later, Kara was what mattered right now. 

She kept the Kyrptonian carefully tucked into her side. Kara had forgotten her jacket that morning, so Lena made sure to pull her coat around the both of them, honestly, she looked like a little koala cuddled against her.  

As the doors to the elevator closed behind them, the pair finally relaxed under the shield of the metal box. Lena kept her arm securely wrapped around Kara's waist. The reporter leaned heavily against her, her once vibrant eyes dulled and glassy with fever.  

The journey down was quiet, only Kara’s small sniffles punctuating the silence before the bell dinged and they stepped out into the lobby, heading straight to the waiting car outside. 

Once they were outside, Lena led Kara towards her car, making sure she was steady on her feet. She opened the passenger door and helped her girlfriend get settled before closing the door gently. As Lena got into the driver's seat, she glanced over at Kara, who was bundled up in her coat, looking miserable yet somehow adorable. 

"You just focus on getting some rest love, you’ll be okay." Lena said softly, starting the car and quickly driving off towards her apartment, “We’ll get you home soon.” 

Only a short drive later and the two had pulled up to Kara’s apartment. But the blonde had long since fallen asleep and her girlfriend honestly didn’t have the heart to wake her. Instead, Lena gently slipped her arms Kara's legs and carried her inside the building. 

In her arms she could Kara's fever seem to be intensify, evident from her flushed cheeks. Despite her attempts at keeping her still, just as they approached her door, Kara began to stir. She sniffled again and let out a weak, congested sigh as she rubbed her eyes. 

“Darling, we’re home now, baby. Can you just stand up for a second for me.” Lena asked, quickly unlocked the door before carefully guided her inside and towards the bedroom. Kara's steps were slow and unsteady, and she seemed to be fading in and out of awareness, so she was quickly prompted to take a seat down on the bed. 

"Alright, love, let's get you ready for bed," Lena murmured soothingly. She moved to help Kara out of her coat, taking extra care as she noticed how chilly and feverish Kara felt against her touch. Lena set the coat aside and then knelt down to unlace Kara's shoes, carefully slipping them off her feet. 

She let Kara take off her own skirt whilst she went aside to take some of her blue silk pyjamas before gently helping her pull them on.  

It was no surprise that the exhausted fell asleep quickly, Lena had barely pulled up the covers around her before the small, congested snores could be heard coming from her. With Kara asleep it gave her some time to prepare her food. 

Rest, fluids and food. Those were the key things someone needed. Soup should be easy enough, something light but hearty. Just enough to soothe the soul. 

She wasn’t the best cook by any means, 

Alex was the go-to chef in the group. But how hard could soup be? Very hard, Lena came to discover not even an hour later. Somehow, she’d managed to burn a liquid, the stock had turned an unappealing brown colour - definitely not the light liquid displayed on the packaging. Just great, she wouldn’t be surprised if she’d managed to burn the pan too in the process. 

Lena had just finished discarding the remnants of failed attempt number 2 when she heard the soft shuffling of slow footsteps approaching behind her. 

“Oh baby, you’re supposed to be in bed.” She sighed softly as Kara’s arms came to wrap around the front her waist. 

"I couldn't sleep," Kara admitted with a soft sniffle, rubbing her nose with the back of her hand, “And I needed more tissues.” 

“I tried making you some soup, but it didn’t really work, if you go and clamber back into bed, I can fetch some tissues for you.” Lena smiled turning around to coo at the cute sight of her sniffly girlfriend. 

Kara's lips curled into a tired smile under Lena’s gaze, she moved forwards a little, her warm forehead pressing gently against Lena's shoulder. "You're sweet for trying, Lena. I appreciate it. Thank you for trying.” 

Lena sighed, her arms sliding around Kara's waist to pull her close. "You're welcome. But I think we might need to order some takeout soup instead, maybe from that place that does the potsickers you like.” 

The Kyrptonian nodded, “That sounds nice.” She tried to sound enthusiastic, but fatigue was quickly creeping back into her voice. 

Before she knew it, Kara felt Lena’s arms come to pick her up again, taking the blonde into her arms, “I’ll get that ordered for us then, but first let’s get you back into bed sniffles.” 

Kara rested her head on Lena's shoulder as she was carried back to bed, her arms loosely wrapped around Lena's neck. She let out a soft sigh, feeling grateful for Lena's care and comfort. As she was gently lowered onto the bed, Kara snuggled into the covers, already feeling warmer and more comfortable. 

"Thank you," Kara mumbled sleepily, her eyelids heavy with exhaustion. 

“It's okay my love. Don’t worry about it.” Lena smiled, gently running her hair through her blonde hair, “Do you need anything else?” 

“Just you” Maybe the statement would’ve kept its cheesiness if the Kyrptonian hadn’t had to duck into her blankets with a particularly loud sneeze only seconds later, “...and tissues.” 

Lena chuckled softly at Kara's sneeze, shaking her head in amusement. "Alright, love. Tissues it is." She walked over to the bedside table and grabbed a box of tissues, placing it within Kara's reach. Then she climbed into bed beside Kara, pulling the covers over both of them. Kara immediately cuddled up to Lena, seeking her warmth and comfort. 

"I must ask though; how did you even manage to get sick this fast?" Lena asked with a small, teasing smile, her tone light as her girlfriend nuzzled into her, “I mean I know your non-super immune system is downright awful but I recon this has to be a record.” 

Kara managed a small sleepy, chuckle, “I don’t think getting soaked last night did me any good.” 

“I don’t think so either,” Lena smiled sympathetically, placing a gentle kiss on Kara's forehead. "Well, next time, let's try to avoid getting caught in the rain next time."  

Kara nodded, a little sniffle escaping her. "Yeah. I’ll try.” 

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ARIIII how are you?? hope you’re feeling better today :(((((

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hi my sweet little fishnon 🥺 i’m feeling a little better!!! but still super sleepy and sniffly which is. annoying 😭😭 i wanna get started on merguru but i can’t even go to the library like this… sigh…

hopefully i’ll recover soon, though :3 i love you!! i hope you’ve been well, tysm for checking in on me <3