#because i Cannot Stop Coughing Or Sneezing

[asterdeer]

Y'ALL.

after just over 2 years of work, i finished the Ace Jon Quilt.

inspired by @/speakerunfolding's fanart of jon jarchivist sims with an ace-colors quilt, which was so sweet and cozy and which is still one of my favorite pieces of jon artwork. anything unsightly in this quilt is original to my work; the fanart is adorable and lovely, 10/10, no notes.

as previously mentioned, i've been working on this quilt since late 2022, which means i started it when i was still pretty new to quilting. i batch-cut a bunch of pieces for the the gray squares, and they were a quarter inch too small, which doesn't sound like it should be a big deal! but it sure was! there is....... not as much lining up of the squares as there should be, and it does not lie particularly flat.

it's also the biggest quilt i've made - approx 7 x 9 feet. actually quilting it was a pain in the ass, which is why i didn't do as much of it as i probably should, but i love quilting with decorative stitches. i backed it with bubble/double gauze which i didn't want to put through the machine, so i did most of the quilting on the top and batting and tacked it to the backing by hand. the green thread is because, you know, tma, and also because why not throw some aro + agender garnish on the ace quilt?

ANYWAY. all the yapping to say. i love this quilt. it's messy and imperfect and i worked on it through a nearly month-long cold/headache to finish it, it's essentially all i've done since christmas besides sleep and watch arcane. don't look too close at anything about it except for the parts that i was not necessarily responsible for, but also......... look at it !!! this is currently my masterpiece and i can't wait to cuddle up underneath it properly.

[eleu22]

just some random task force 141 headcanons

tw: drugs, dead baby jokes?

gaz

- has been approached by model scouts on nights out with the 141 and is so gassed by it but pretends not to be

- got holding onto his tactical vest straps from price because he thought it looked cool

- popular as fuck in school

- side eye king (canon)

- used to do ket when he was younger and is now paranoid price will find out somehow and be disappointed in him

- highlights during briefings and soap calls him a neek

- deleted tiktok because he got addicted to those ingrown hair removal videos

- borderline illegible handwriting

- type to laugh when hes really mad (its lowkey scary)

- has once described himself as a “thought daughter”

- paces when hes stressed

- terrys chocolate orange enjoyer

- tried to grow out a beard but it was weird and kind of patchy

soap

- will be looking at a nice view and will always say how a huge explosion would make it look so much cooler

- does that thing where he tells you to straighten your legs and then kicks the back of your knee

- cannot stay still in his sleep and has once woken up with half is body off the bed horizontally

- has a comic book collection and if you touch it he will kick you out

- goes to life drawing classes sometimes in his free time

- all of his exam papers had doodles on them

- the type of guy to draw a penis in ur notebook

- all of his socks have holes in them but refuses to buy new ones, some are literally the concept of a sock at this point

- smells his armpits unabashedly to see if he smells or not

- will ask to tell you a secret and burp in your ear

- when someone drops like a plate or a cup is the type to scream “wheey!!” and clap and he did that at a pub once and got them kicked out

- will make a fart noise and loudly blame it on you (especially in packed elevators)

-booger flicker

ghost

- makes zero noise when sneezing but still acts it out and he looks like hes bugging

- nose bridge pincher

- doesn’t clip off his fingernails he literally just bites them off and spits it into the bin

- type to say “well done.” sarcastically

- casual dead baby joke enjoyer

“how many babies does it take to paint a wall?”

“depends on how hard you throw them.”

(silence)

- really enjoys solitaire mobile is on level 177

- he once made a recruit run laps for microwaving tea

- off duty he has terrible posture

- chapped lips 24/7

- favourite takeout is chinese food and always get the vegetable spring rolls - he will buy takeout in bulk and then live off of leftovers instead of actually buying groceries

- has 3 forks one knife and one spoon

- has literally no sense of rhythm what so ever , cannot dance to save his life

- loves making social situations awkward in purpose but would never admit that so he just comes off as slightly off putting a lot of the time

price

- sneezes and coughs ridiculously loudly

- weirdly territorial about his hat (i find it so funny he has a waterproof version of it)

- has a weird mole on his back he refuses to get checked out - his reasoning is if he dies via mole it was natural selection

- has extensive knowledge on art history and hates conceptual art (has a tate membership card)

- licks his finger before turning a page

- casual moomin enjoyer

- cuts his cuticles - likes his maintenance has a beard grooming kit

- says he doesnt watch tiktoks but he watches tiktok dog video complications in youtube and they have the most npc ass audios

- is on the “cigar society” on facebook and gives reviews for them

- does the head tilt of disappointment (if its thrown at gaz he literally will not get over it for days)

- slaps his knee when laughing really hard

- also nose bridge pincher

- is the type of make those hiking comments to people who walk by

- really enjoyed the lego batman movie

- unabashedly itches himself

- takes fish oil supplements

- always puts his hand up to say thank you when cars stop for him

- flirts with baristas

- had a brief midlife crisis where he wanted to become a mystery novelist (still has the drafts hidden somewhere but you couldn’t waterboard that information out of him)

thank you

[mncxbe]

what do you think about enemies to lovers with akutagawa x ada fem!reader with a really big sexual tension between them?

Yes. Just yes🫡 that's all I have to say. Hope you like it♡

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Laced♡

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: smut♡/ one bed trope

Akutagawa didn't know how he ended up like this, sharing a bed with you in a crappy motel room in Shinjuku. He took a deep breath in, feeling the thin particles of dust tickle his nose and sneezed, mentally cursing his overly sensitive body.

From the other side of mattress you mumbled a half-hearted 'Bless you'

"Oh shut up" he hissed, his head snapping in your direction. You were laying on your side close to the edge of the ragged futon, a chiffon robe wrapped loosely around your frame. The neon lights that filtered through the windows illuminated your figure well enough for Akutagawa to make out the little bird drawings that adorned your nightgown.

"Your voice is pissing me off" he added, voice laced with venom as he took in your figure.

"Then stop sneezing and coughing every five minutes. I'm trying to sleep" you replied in a casual tone which only fueled Akutagawa's anger.

God, how he hated you and your composed demeanour; a futile attempt to prove that you were better than him. He vividly recalls your first encounter when his former mentor introduced you to him and the way your eyes scanned his figure with pure amusement. Oh, he resented the way you always looked down on him, thinking that you were superior only because you were working at the Agency.

The fact that you were constantly competing for Dazai's praise only made things worse. Each time the brunette would pair you up for a mission you'd go out of your way to ensure that you did just a tad bit better than him, whether it was stealing the target's phone, a classified file or simply taking extra credit.

And what was worse was that this wasn't even a fair competition: no matter how hard he tried to prove himself to his former mentor, you'd still get all the 'Good job Y/N'. All you had to do was breathe and Dazai would shower you with praise. It was so easy for you and it filled him with burning rage, a fire that grew hotter inside him by the minute; you were utterly insufferable and yet...

Laying beside you in this god forgotten room, Akutagawa couldn't bring himself to hurt you. He knew he could; you were both far away from home and the mission Dazai assigned you was dangerous. If you were to get injured it wouldn't come as a surprise. Plus, your ability was no match to his so he could easily kill you, destroying the source of all his anger and pent up frustration that plagued him day and night.

Still, something was holding him back; a force that he could not explain. He simply scoffed, gritting his teeth.

"I cannot fucking control it. Get your own room if you really can't stand my coughing."

You remained silent and the man cursed under his breath. After a while you rolled on your back and sighed.

"It's too hot in here."

"It's the middle of August, what did you expect?"

"Some air conditioning maybe?" you said in that condescending tone he so resented.

"You're so irritating." he stated, not daring to look at you. He knew that if he did he wouldn't be able to keep up this act and God knows what he'd do.

"Come on Ryuu. I know you don't actually hate me. You're just mad about Dazai liking me better"

Akutagawa's body tensed upon hearing your words. "Don't call me that."

"What, Ryuu? Why not?" you asked innocently.

"Because you know I can't stand it." he lied. He did in fact love the way his name rolled off your lips; it was so soothing but he couldn't bring himself to admit it. "And don't drag Dazai into this."

You let out a low chuckle "But he is part of this. He's actually the reason for all this. For us and-"

"There's no such thing as us" he spat, nails digging deep into the calloused skin of his palms.

He could feel you scoot closer to him, one of your hands gently brushing a strand of charcoal hair from his face.

"Isn't it?"

Your words lingered between the two of you, a heavy, unspoken truth. There was no you but both of you somehow wished there was. Despite all the resentment he bore towards you, Akutagawa knew there was something more to his feelings. He couldn't exactly pin-point what it was tho, but it seemed that you shared the same thought.

"What are we?" you asked eventually, fingertips sliding along his jawline as you moved even closer to him.

Your touch sent goosebumps all over his body, igniting his skin. Yet he didn't push you away. Instead, he turned to his side to face you.

"What do you think we are? We're rivals for fuck's sake" he stated and you would've believed him if it weren't for his arm which wrapped around your waist.

"Are enemies usually so desperate for each other?" you chuckled, cupping his face.

"I'm not desperate" he hummed as he began caressing the side of your body. His fingers traced the outline of your body over your robe, languidly sliding back and forth from your hip up your waist and along your ribs; causing you to shudder.

"You sure are desperate tho" he said, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. His slender fingers hooked under the loosely tied knot of your robe, undoing it.

A light hum escaped your lips when he touched your bare skin.

"Hey Ryuu." you purred, threading your fingers through his hair "Do you think things would've been different if we weren't in different organizations?"

"Not at all. I'd still hate you" he said plainly. Akutagawa was completely entranced by you; his mouth voiced of abhorrence but his hands spoke another language, gently cupping one of your breasts as he kneaded your soft flesh.

He pulled you closer until your lips were mere mere inches apart. "You don't think you could ever like me, do you? It would be so ridiculous."

"Really?" With a mischevious smirk on your lips you took his hand from your breast and guided it between your legs; Akutagawa gasped as his fingers brushed against your wet panties. "I think I like you already."

"You little..." he cursed under his breath as he closed the distance between you, lips finding your own. He kissed you deeply, feverishly and pushed you onto your back, climbing on top of you.

When he eventually broke the kiss he looked down at you, trying to ignore his forming bulge that pressed against your thigh.

You only giggled, tracing your thumb over his lower lip. "How about you put that mouth of yours to good use, hm?" you teased but Akutagawa noted the hint of urgency in your voice.

With a sly smirk on his face he slowly moved lower onto you, tracing feathery kisses along your heated skin until the nestled himself between your thighs. Each touch elicited sweet sounds from you which echoed through his entire being.

Before he hooked his arms over your thighs to keep you close your gazes met for s brief moment and he nodded, grinning from ear to ear.

"As you wish, pretty girl"

[ijumpbridges]

Scp x Child!Reader

This is platonic, dont get yourself confuse.

Looking at all of you proshitters

(Ft. 035, 049, 073, 076, 682, Deleted Bright it can be found on wattpad, Dr Celf, Kondraki, Glass)

Scp 035:

'They good with kids, but don't let them babysit them"~

He is good kids, but bad a babysitting them.

One time he left in the middle of breach thinking you were behind him.

He hella freak out when he turned around and didn't see you.

But a good think is that he is really protective of you and othe scp kids too.

When he expires from a host he worries and tries to hurry you up to get a host because he really is scared something happening to you and not being able to protect you.

He is also a bit of a bad influence, he does stuff like curse infront of you which some of the foundation members dont like even though some of them do the same thing + plus sometimes treat you really shitty.

They kinda have like mood swings too sometimes, so there will be times that he doesn't feel in the mood of you either being around them, or not wanting to play with you or just someone to listen to him.

This doesn't happen a lot cuz you guys don't see each other a lot, but it rarely happens.

But still he is okey.

Scp 049:

Now, he is great with kids, but his problem is that he cannot control himself around you or other scp kids.

If you are immortal or you can regenerate you are fine, but if you are not then you are not safe with him.

Don't get me wrong he is really good with kids, but also cannot take care of them.

He is like 035 they spend some time with you, but can't stay long or babysit you.

Let's remember he goes crazy the moment someone, sniff, cough, sneeze, etc... And even if fall down and you are still fine he chases after.

Because he thinks something is wrong, and he needs to fix it, to cure it and he won't stop himself on doing so.

He will do it, he will try to fix you, but when he realizes he cannot do it himself he breaks down.

He sits in a corner crying because he did something bad to you he hurted you and it was the first time he did it.

He knows it isn't good and he feels bad about it.

Even if he harms you he still apologizes about it.

He is good with kids, he is also protective in a breach he would never leave you alone, might even lock you in his cell with him and other scp kids so nothing bad happens.

Overall he is good with kids, but cannot babysits them cuz he harms them.

Scp 073:

He is good kids and a good babysitter.

If you dont like vegetables you can purposely go near him and say  that they got rotten.

He reads books to all of you.

Sometimes he lets all of you go out for a walk around the facility.

He keeps yall save too in case of a breach.

But his bad thing is that he cannot always be there for you.

You see even if Cain takes care of you, looks out for you, but he is never there, he is a busy man, cuz he does a lot of favors for the foundation to the point that your meetings end that you guys have.

If he doesn't know you at all he makes awkward conversations with you, but he slowly tries to make less awkward.

He tries his best on making a small connection with you.

But still isn't always there for you.

Scp 076:

No.

Just no.

Look, i cannot say he is good, but i cannot say he is bad with them i guess tries, but does not do a good job at it.

Let me remind y'all that he did hit scp 134 because of a fit of a rage, cuz she was too 'slow'. (Y’all don’t know how much i hate him for doing that)

So him with a kid is just no.

More cuz of his anger issues he causes a lot of breaches.

If he was with you, he wouldn't open up to you at all.

But he would definitely keep you and the other scp kids safe.

But if he is the one causing the breach he wont contain himself and might try to harm you himself.

And when he realizes this he will start avoiding all of you.

To the point that he sees you and he is like stray out leaving.

So yeah, not good at all.

Scp 682:

What kind of child are you to let this lizard just simoly leave you alone.

Cuz he is hostile to children, you must be someone hated like abby to be around him.

He would protect you and also causes breaches with you.

He isn't good, but he is patient i wouldn't say he is a good influence.

He doe and wilm manipulate to do some thing for him.

He tries to make a relationship with him and to make you go against the foundation.

Either way you don't get to see him a lot.

He also intimate you and more when he is mad.

You can ride his back and he lest you use him for playtime, like putting him a some nail polish on his... nose?

Overall this lizard will give you some trauma.

(Deleted Bright - it still can be found on my wattpad)

Dr. Clef:

He is in the middle.

He can be really good and really bad the same time.

Let me remind you that he killed 239.

So he has no mercy on you in case if he tries something.

Such as a cruel prank or simply kill you.

Babysitting is not his thing, he will try to carry you and will slip away from him.

And then he doesn't know what to do.

He will definitely leave you at a random corner.

Might not protect you.

Definitely do not trust this man.

He brings you a snack and levaes you in a safety zone.

Also bad influence.

Overall no, just no.

Dr. Kondraki:

He is okey with kids.

But babysitting them is a no-no.

You don't want an alcoholic taking care of you.

Even sober he cannot take care of you.

Although he would protect you from something happening to you.

When he is also drunk he asks you to buy him a tampon.

He does really dumb stuff when drunk.

He might even confuse you with anything that he grabs.

He could grab even air and think.

Had tried to give you alcohol.

"Last night at 10am i went to put on my shoes cuz i needed to go to the cafeteria to buy a sword, but them when i went in i remembered that they dont sell sheets so that's why the president is a robot"

Overall another no.

Dr. Glass:

He tries his best.

He is a good Caretaker.

Of course he is cuz he is a therapist and also a retired agent.

So, that mean he can keep you safe.

He will give you some activities to do.

He gives you some snacks.

He also tries to check on you too.

In a breach he is able to protect you.

He tries to engage with you.

But he will not tolerate an attitude.

So behave.

And i mean it.

He might seen sweet and kind, but he has a really bad side so behave.

Overall he really is good someone not to worry about in case of taking care of a child.

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I feel kinda did this a little sad, while also listening to bimbo y2k music. Im living the best life.

[ii-evil-confessions]

ooc: [the yaouri allegations have literally taken over my brain i cannot goe ONE MINUTE without thinking "what if they kissed" im going to lose it im actually going to lose it. anyways heres more trivia because i love you guys]

because electrons usually hate their leg nubs, touching an electron's leg nub (and them letting you do so) is a sign of deep trust and affection!!!

electrons love to hoard things. especially shiny things that conduct electricity. electrical wire? gone. metal pipe? gone. your money in coins? gone.

speaking of money - atoms don't really have their own currency. sure, they DO have dollars and coins, but protons prefer to pay with favors and ious, neutrons don't care about how they have to pay, and electrons will mostly use money because paying with favors usually gets them into trouble.

electrons spark depending on their mood!!! happy? little zippy zaps! sad? barely any sparks! angry? you could power a small house for however long they stay angry! coughs in dont look at some of the very unethical power supplies some really nasty protons use

so yknow those thingies that those doctors rub together and they make electricity and they shock patients with it? yeah electrons can do that too

cats love boxesWHAT!!! WHO SAID THAT??

an electron's tail can pick up all sorts of stuff in the electromagnetic spectrum!!! they can send secret messages!!!! listen to music!!!! ECHOLOCATION!!!! i think (i am probably wrong)

an electron giving some one something from their hoard is like a big big sign of trust because its like "i trust you with this buddy pal this thingamabob is gonna be in good hands" *discreetly looks at ao3* cough cough umm i didnt do anything

electron tails are soooo bad at hiding emotions hahhah hahha haha hahahah hahahaaha

theyre FAST!!!!! ELECTRONS ARE FAST THEY ARE SPEEDY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! VROOM VROOM OR SOMETHING

yknow that thing where in wall-e him and eva shared a spark and its like "omg they loooove each other" giggles. yeah electrons can do that too. do you see what im getting at

im losing it

haha omg dude once electron starts purring it will have so much trouble stopping dude. like its gonna be like "oh fuck fuck shit" and i will laugh at it

when electrons sneeze they give off a little burst of electricity. sneeze? kaboom.

they can flashbang people because i thought that was funny

when electron and positron meet expect more lore to be revealed

cats love boxe-gets shot omg was that a ghost omggg

electron would totally read fanfiction. it would never admit it. but zap would absolutely read fanfiction

[im literally dying im melting im dying im dead. waaah]

[alevicke]

Killers getting sick x gn!reader

- Huntress, Ghostface, Spirit and Shape -

No TWs needed as long as I'm concerned, but Danny is a bitch

(I'm sorry for any mistakes! English isn't my native language and I'm not used to writing because I feel too embarrassed of my English. I hope you still like it and enjoy it 🙏)

**Anna ( The Huntress)**

At first, she tries to ignore it

It starts with her coughing and sneezing sometimes but like, it's the forest, it could be a bit of dust annoying her

But it just keeps increasing

And God is she stubborn, she doesn't want to pay attention to it. She is busy, she has things to do, killing survivors and practicing throwing hatches won't be done all on its own

You can see it's getting worse

She's probably getting fever

But it doesn't matter how much you insist she doesn't want to listen to you

That's until she can't even throw and axe due to how much she's coughing and sneezing. Her nose is stuffed so badly

That's when she stops being a wolf and becomes your puppy

She apologizes for not listening to you

Please don't be too hard on her

You know she's stubborn and she's used to showing she's strong and not showing weaknesses

She had to survive through so much after all

But now she's your whiny puppy and wants your attention

Please, be by her side

Even if she doesn't like taking off her mask, she trusts you enough to do it

I mean, she doesn't want to sneeze on the mask and ruin it

But she always keeps an eye on it

She wants your attention so much now

Your hugs, your kisses, your pets

She's not used to showing she's weak but she knows she can trust you

Although she'll still be careful that others do not know her codnition

Some people (Danny) might get annoyed and try to take advantage of the situation when they normally could not go against her

Once she gets better she'll still be clingy appreciating everything you did for her

Although you may be the one getting sick now after being around a sneezing Anna the whole time...

**Danny (Ghostface)**

You know? Danny is not really that mindful

He's kind of annoying and childish sometimes

The first time he sneezed in a cleenex he literally looked for you, paper in hand

"LOOK HOW GREEN AND GROSS IT IS"

The other times he sneezes he's being an annoying bitch and won't even cover his mouth

He might even directly point at you just to mess with you and laugh at you

That's until he realizes he was getting sick and it wasn't just normal sneezing

"Oh fuck"

Yeah, he finally realizes he was sneezing on you while being sick and could have gotten you sick as well

He's so goddamn dramatic as soon as he has a tiny bit of fever

"Oh god, oh Lord. OH ENTITY. I think I'm dying S/O. That's it. I'm done. I'm fucked up. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel!"

He barely even has a fever. His nose is stuffed and that's about it

Every time he coughs he tries to make it sound even worse than the clown

He's so loud

And you just KNOW he wants your attention

If he doesn't get it that way he'll start calling you

"Baby... Sweetheart... Honey... Please... Sweetie... I need you... PLEASE..."

Please, go. The names will get even chessier

"My sweet baby... My cute angel... Light of my life..."

You actually wonder if he's just messing with you

"My sweet spicy Pumpking Starbuck's Coffee..."

Ok Danny fuck off

He finally grabs your attention and is a whiny baby the whole time about pain, sneezes and everything

When he finally recovers he'll be bragging around that he didn't even "notice" that he was sick

Nope, so brave, all on his own. Yeap

He'll still appreciate you and will thank you in private

But he thinks he has an status and appearance to maintain (no one actually gives a shit about him)

**Rin (The Spirit)**

It started as a few normal sneezes

Uhmm, weird. She doesn't usually sneeze

At least not more than once

She still decides to go to the trial like nothing

But it's easy to spot there is something wrong

She cannot keep up with the survivors as good as she usually can

They of course take advantage of that and rush the generators and throw some pallets on her

She takes even longer than usual to recover from the pallet and flashlights make her even more blind

She struggles and covers her face and head after the flashligh

She can feel her head starts to hurt and you can sense her behaviour is being off and weird

If you're in the trial you can offer yourself as the only sacrifice although she would rather not doing it

You can insist though, you don't want the entity punishing her when you can feel something is wrong

If she accepts she'll be gentle (I mean, as gently as you can be hooking someone like a dead pig meat)

Once you two are alone, you put your hand in her forehead to feel her temperature raised

She will complain that she's fine but she's smart, she knows she isn't

She just wants you to go away so she doesn't get you sick as well

If you keep insisting she will let you take care of her

But don't expect her to request nor call you if she needs something. She's too worried of annoying you

So please, visit her often to see how she is going

She will appreciate your help so much, really, a lot

And also your company. She feels so lonely

Still she will ask you not to get too close to avoid getting sick

She would feel awful if you do

No kisses nor hugs while she's sick! 100% forbidden

But as soon as she recovers she'll make up for all those hugs and kisses missed and will bath you in them 💖

**Michael Myers (The Shape)**

The unfeeling rock. Not a sound, not a noise, not a word

Wait, was that a sneeze?

Oh shit it was

You didn't ever hear a word from him, besides grunts and growls this is probably the first time you hear a different sound from him

Oh, he coughed

As exciting as it could be to hear new interactions and voices from your boyfriend, you know something's terrible wrong

This guy can easily tank any illness on his own, he's too proud and solitary

His health is also on spot, so he NEVER gets sick

But once he does... Shit's gonna get real

Out of all the killers, he gets the sickest of them all

Some of them could argue that he gets worse than even Plague sometimes

He will stay in bed and not request your help but he actually does need some help

His fever is high, he's trembling and his nose is stuffed

Getting is mask off will be the hardest job you'll ever have in your life, I promise

And still, you probably won't even manage to take it off completely, just enough to encoder his lips and nose

And good luck keeping this guy in bed. He will try to get up for absolutely everything

He hates standing in bed and standing still when it's not about stalking someone. The patience he has just disappears

He'll be an absolute mess in bed but you taking care of him truly helps him 💖

He won't say it, but once he's healed, you can notice he's following you around like a puppy a lot more

He becomes way more overprotective and expect to have his hand all the time in your shoulder or back

He cannot thank you vocally but you can feel his appreciation through these kinds of actions

And oh Entity have mercy in the poor soul who dares to mistreat you while he's with you

[somber-sapphic]

Prompt List!

Hi :) Here is a fancy new updated version of my prompt list! I switched out most of them, but you're sure to find a few repeats. The old ones are linked here and you can choose off of that list as well if you wish!

《 Requests! 》 ︽︾︽︾︽︾︽︾︽︾︽︾︽︾︽︾︽︾︽︾︽︾︽︾︽︾︽︾︽︾︽

〘Sickie Dialogue〙

"I don't feel so great..."

"Could you pass me a tissue, please?"

"I think I might have a fever."

"I can't believe I caught this cold at the worst possible time."

"I'm trying to stay strong, but it's getting harder."

"My head is pounding."

"I wish this illness would just go away already."

"I'm so tired, even just talking feels like an effort."

"I don't want to be a bother, but I need help.”

"I can't taste anything. This is the worst."

"I'll be fine; it's just a minor bug."

"I'm sorry if I seem distant. It's just the fever taking a toll on me."

"I feel like I've been hit by a truck."

"I'm not sure how much longer I can tough it out."

"My throat is so sore; I can barely swallow."

"I keep shivering. Can you pass me a blanket?"

"I'm coughing so much, it's starting to hurt."

"I hate feeling so weak and helpless."

"I wish I could join everyone, but I don't want to get them sick."

"I don't want anyone to worry about me."

"I know I need to rest, but there's so much to do."

"It feels like I've been like this forever."

"I can't believe how much my body aches."

"I'm really grateful for your company. It helps distract me from feeling awful."

"I'm just going to close my eyes for a bit..."

"I think I need to lie down for a while."

"This headache is killing me..."

"I can't believe I let myself get this sick."

"I'm feeling really dizzy.”

"I don't have the energy to do anything right now."

"I'm trying to stay positive, but it's tough."

"I just want to feel better already."

"Could you hand me the thermometer? I want to check my temperature."

"I've never felt this awful before."

"I feel like I'm burning up."

"I can't stop sneezing."

"I should have taken better care of myself."

"I'm worried it might be more than just a simple cold."

"I wish I had someone to take care of me.

"I'm feeling really weak and achy."

"I hate that I'm missing out on all the fun because of this."

"I can't even focus on anything with this headache."

"I never appreciated being healthy until now."

"I'm trying to drink lots of fluids to stay hydrated."

"I just want to sleep and forget about everything for a while."

"I'm scared it might be something serious."

"I'm tired of coughing."

"I'm fine, really. It's just a little cold."

"I think I caught something. My head is pounding."

"I don't want to be a burden..."

"I'm so cold..."

"I can still go on the mission."

"I don't want anyone to see me like this."

"Sorry, I can't stop sneezing."

"Thanks for taking care of me."

"I don't want to spread this to anyone else."

"I hate feeling so helpless."

 "I don't need your pity."

"I don't remember the last time I felt this awful."

"I wish I could be out there, helping everyone."

"Why does it have to be so cold?"

“Can you just…hug me?”

 “Don’t leave, please.”

 “I swear I wasn’t this sick this morning.”

 “Yes, I took medicine.”

 “You’re sure I’m sick?  ‘Cause I feel fine.”

 “I really cannot be sick right now.”

 “Everyone gets colds.  I’ll live.”

 “I really hope this is just my allergies.”

 “Stop thinking so loud; my head hurts.”

"I'm scared."

"I can't even talk properly."

 "I feel like I'm letting everyone down."

"You're making a big deal out of nothing."

"I'm so tired..."

"I'm sorry for getting you involved in this mess."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to worry you..."

"I hate being sick. It's so frustrating."

"I can't seem to get warm..."

"I feel terrible for canceling our plans."

"I just want this to be over..."

"Thanks for taking care of me."

"I don't want to burden anyone.”

"I feel useless like this."

"I sound terrible, don't I?"

"I'm sorry if I'm being difficult..."

“Can you just…hug me?”

 “Don’t leave, please.”

 “I swear I wasn’t this sick this morning.”

 “Yes, I took medicine.”

 “You’re sure I’m sick?  ‘Cause I feel fine.”

 “I really cannot be sick right now.”

 “Everyone gets colds.  I’ll live.”

 “I really hope this is just my allergies.”

 “Stop thinking so loud; my head hurts.”

〘Types of Sickie〙

99.9% Immunity - they never get sick, right? Wrong. 

Elephant in the Room - they’re sick, but for some reason, perhaps rank or personality, no one is talking about it. Until it gets bad.

Heroes Don’t Take Sick Days - there’s no time to rest when you have to save the world, so sickie has to push themselves even when miserable. 

Insult to Injury - as if being injured wasn’t enough, now they’re getting sick too. 

Ill Timed - it is the worst possible time for them to be sick, but their body didn’t get the memo. 

Irreplaceable - they are the leader or the boss and aren’t able to take personal time off, even when they’re sick.

It’s Nothing - they insist they’re fine, right up until they collapse. 

Medic Down - How do the other characters handle it when their usual caretaker is sick?

Milking It - if they’re sick, they’re at least going to get as much pampering out of it as they can. 

Not a Word - sickie said they don’t get sick and isn’t in the mood for anyone to remind them while they recover. 

Stepping Up - boss/leader is clearly miserable, so the others go out of their way to take as much of their workload as possible. 

Suffer in Silence - for whatever reason, they don’t want anyone to know they’re sick and do everything they can to hide it.

Team Mom/Dad - the typical team Mom/Dad gets sick, leaving the others to scramble to take care of them.

〘Sickie Scenarios〙

🥀Feeling so out of it, they need constant attention.

🌹Barefoot sleeping wanderings. 

🪷Being let back to bed with patient whispers. 

🌷Collapsing into someone’s waiting arms. 

🌻Forehead kisses

🌼Being picked up 

🌸Being called things like baby, sweetheart or honey

🌺Shaky hands

💐 Waking up either adorably confused or painfully scared

🌾Comfort after a nightmare

🪴Medicine

🍀Nap

☘️Hand holding 

🌿Lullaby

🌴Reaching out for someone 

🌳Bath

🐍Thermometer

🌵Fingers running through sweaty hair

〘Caretaker Dialogue〙

"No, you're not fine. You're burning up.”

"You need to rest. I'll stay here with you until you feel better."

“Just let me take care of you."

"Here, take my blanket.”

“I’ll make some tea”

“You're in no condition to go anywhere.”

“Just rest and let your body fight this off."

“Take this medicine, please."

"I'm here now”

"Right now, the only person you need to help is yourself.”

“Let me hold you.”

“Save your energy.”

“Let me fuss over you."

"You just focus on resting, I'll take care of everything else."

"Let me make you some soup, it'll help soothe your throat."

"Don't worry, I'll handle all your responsibilities while you recover."

"Is there anything specific you need? I'll go get it for you."

"Here's a warm blanket to keep you cozy."

"I brought your favorite book/movie to help pass the time."

"I'll stay by your side until you're feeling better."

"Would you like some tea or hot water with honey?"

"You need to take these medications at the specified times. I'll set up reminders for you."

"Don't push yourself too hard; your health is the top priority."

"I'll run errands for you so you can rest without worrying about anything."

"How about I read to you or play some soothing music?"

"If you need anything during the night, just call, and I'll be here."

"I made you a get-well card. It's silly, but I hope it makes you smile.”

"You're not alone,"

"I'll keep the room warm for you. You don't need to get up."

"Let's open the window for some fresh air, but I'll keep you wrapped up warmly."

"How about we watch your favorite TV show together?"

"Remember to drink plenty of water. I'll keep a glass on the side table."

"You don't have to thank me; it's what friends/family do for each other."

"I'll handle the phone calls and messages for you, so you can focus on resting."

"Tell me if you're feeling uncomfortable, and I'll do my best to fix it."

"I brought you some flowers to brighten up your room."

"I'll fluff up your pillows to make you more comfortable."

"Lean on me if you need to get up; I'll support you."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything."

"Let me make you something to eat. You need to keep up your strength."

"You should rest; I'll handle everything else.”

"Here, take this medicine. It'll help you feel better."

"I brought you some tea to soothe your throat."

"Lean on me; I'll support you as you walk."

"You're not alone; I'm here for you."

"I'll keep you warm with an extra blanket."

"How about I read you a story to help you relax?"

"Let's watch your favorite movie."

"You don't have to worry about a thing; I've got it all under control."

"You should try to sleep; I'll keep an eye on you."

"I'll keep track of your medication schedule so you don't forget."

"Tell me if you need anything, and I'll get it for you."

"I made some soup for you. It's supposed to be good for healing."

"You should stay in bed and let me handle everything else."

"I'll handle all the chores; you just focus on getting better."

"I brought a few books; let me know if you want to read any."

"I'm here if you want to talk or just need someone to listen."

"I'll keep you company so you won't feel alone."

"I'll make sure the room is quiet so you can rest."

"I'm here to take care of you, no matter what."

[hermesserpent-stuff]

Hermes, your Ace In A Cage chapter or small fic, which I'm calling Icarus, was so amazing. Mau I implore you to choose another song, a sequel to Icarus, and make more magic happen with the Ace In A Cage AU?

Perhaps Pompeii by Bastille as well, if that is on your list? Or another song of your choosing, if another fits better?

Thank you for making Icarus, Hermes. It was beautiful, and makes me feel nostalgic for when I first got into platonic yandere X-Men... You did amazing. Thank you 💛🦊

Heres some more

Tw: nonconsensual drug use. Past body trauma mentioned.

Remy’s head hurts. It hurts. Honestly, all of his veins hurt. Like they always did when he took medication that ate at his mutation and kept him asleep longer than it would keep anyone else asleep. He sneezes wetly and winces.

Then tenses.

His wrists are tied down. Tied down like when-!

Remy begins yanking on the cuffs, kicking his legs and finding that his legs are being held down too. He yells and screeches and tries to get away. He is not going to be hurt like that again!! His body aches and he is sure that whoever had tied him down already stole more of his body's safety away. His charm slips out from his control as tears cut across his cheeks and he scrunches his eyes tightly closed. He tries to activate his powers but no sparks come out.

This scares him more.

Sinister had tied him down like this before. Hooked an inhibitor collar around his neck and then ran so many experiments on him. But he would rather experiments to the other thing people do when his charm gets loose and he gets pinned.

The collars never seem to be able to contain that secondary mutation. But they contain all his defenses.

A beeping noise rings in his ears and

Breathing becomes impossible as his lungs begin to stutter. He gasps and shudders and tries to drag in more air. But panic has stolen away his regulation. Remy stops thrashing because he has no air.

“Hey! Hey. Breathe with me.”

Remy’s eyes fly open at the sound of Henri’s voice. Henri is right in front of him and Remy takes a sharp breath.

“Henri? Mon fere, j'ai peur.”

He whimpers out. Terror his thick in his stomach, tightening around his heart. His charm is unfurled, scrapping against the walls and laying thickly about.

Then he notices the facial scar that's wrong and he realizes that this a different worlds twisted version of his adopted brother. So he tries for his spark and it bubbles right under his skin and he throws his head back and starts struggling again. The spark bubbles but does not come out. He cannot save himself. The beeping starts screaming again.

“Hey, stop.”

Hand touches him and Remy sobs bitterly. A hand gently smooths his hair and he flinches away as far as he can go.

“Minou. Breathe.”

“Get OFF!! Dont Touch!!”

He screams and then his lungs rebel against an intake of breath. Hyperventilating. Right. That's what it's called. His chest heaves and struggles but not enough air is coming in. Tears cool his cheeks. He can feel his skin being rubbed raw under the cuffs.

Then something goes over his nose and mouth and sweet air hits him. He sucks in a breath and feels his body relaxing. He hiccups and sneezes and coughs and his head spins. He- it- his mind vanishes.

“Papa!!! Pere!!!”

He calls in his ragged voice, desperate for the pain and panic to just stop. If either of his father figures showed up, he knows things will be okay. He calls again and again, ignoring the other voice beside him.

Then…

Sniffing and a light purr.

“Hey, kitten, you've got to calm down.”

“S'il te plaît pere. I'm scared.”

He tries to reach for Creed but he is bound. Remy starts crying again and suddenly his arms are not tied down and he is being held by Creed. A sandpaper tongue is cleaning his hair and Remy relaxes a bit. He makes out the conversation around him but processes none of it.

“He smells right. That's almost impossible to do. And if he dies from a panic attack I just might kill everyone here.”

“We still need to run other tests and I need to check this book, pere.”

The voice sounds… sad. Wary. Hopeful??

“Then do it. I'll hold him. But we're not going to chain his hands again. None of us can handle it. You know that Renegade. I saw your face when he was crying.”

Remy whimpers and the sandpaper tongue smooths down more of his hair. Remy curls up into a tight ball and his pere gently rubs his back. He presses his face into Creed’s chest and starts to fall back asleep as the familiar warmth sinks into his bones.

--

Renegade flips through the journal as he sits beside the stranger's bed. Sabretooth stays curled around him, arms secure around the kid. An IV drips in drugs to keep him knocked out and to address the cold that has the kid sneezing in his sleep.

Stranger…

The kid had his brother's face. But so much younger.

When they had first started getting calls about a mutant moving through states with red and black eyes, he had been wary of the thought of seeing another mutant with his brother's eye coloration. They never were able to get there in time to catch the mutant who seemed forever slipping away from the people putting the reports in. Then the footage from the mansion gates had come in.

A tiny little face full of pain and fear that looked just like his brother had a long time ago. And the kid had run them too, blowing things up with powers that mirrored Gambit's one to one.

Had someone cloned Gambit and then abandoned the clone??

Gambit…

It hurts to think of his little brother. Back when he went by the name Henri and when Gambit was still alive they had always been getting each other in and out of trouble. Running around and stealing, sleeping in piles, counting stars and training. So much joy.

All snuffed out by a fearful angry mob and a vile organization. Gambit had spent his last moments alone with people who wanted to hurt him and in pain. Renegade will not allow that to happen to another mutant. Jean Luc had made a similar promise.

Renegade narrows his eyes at the symbols in the book that are mushed from fast wriging and dampened pages. Oh. He recognizes these! It's a code he and Gambit had come up with using symbols and music lyrics to obfuscate what is really being written.

He works through it, deciding and reading thoughts that echo his brothers writing patterns. A notebook of pain and fear, with notes upon notes about how everything in this world is wrong. Moved around and replaced with a world that looked twisted. Was… was this kid actually Gambit from another world? This 14 to 15 year old kid?

He finds his eyes wetting at the sheer hopelessness that is present in each secretly written word.

This is Gambit. A version of him. A version that is so very scared. Like his baby brother must have been when he died.

“Renegade. Tests are in.”

Wolverine's voice breaks him from the thoughts.

“And?”

Sabretooth growls.

“It's… it's Gambit. There's none of the typical markers for clones or shapeshifters. It's… it's the pup.”

Wolverines voice goes soft. His eyes are tracing the teen that is sleeping in Sabretooth's arms. Sabretooth tightens his hold, like death might snatch Gambit away again. Renegade swallows.

“Yeah. The journal matches that. This is a secret code me and Gambit made up ages ago. I… it seems to be that he's from another world. He refers to himself as Remy in this.”

Renegade holds up the journal. He reaches out and grabs Remy's hand. Despite being asleep, this copy of his brother tangles their fingers together like it is a well practiced motion. Remy murmurs in his sleep and Sabretooth chirps and nuzzles.

“We ain't losing him again.”

Sabretooth swears, pressing his nose to the kid's hair.

“We won't.”

Wolverine promises, crawling onto the bed, so careful of the heart monitor cord and the IV. He opens his arms and Renegade wriggles onto the bed. The kid whimpers in his sleep and Renegade gently runs his free hand over his shoulder.

“Shh Remy. It's gonna be fine fere. Just fine.”

The kid quiets and seems to fall into a deeper level of sleep.

[bejewelledgirl]

Because I Know You

Summary: You and Joshua had recently started dating. And as you know, blossoming a friendship into a relationship is a very delicate matter. You two decided to take it slow but an incident makes you two realise just how hard you two had fallen for each other.

Warnings: none other than slight angst and crying.

Though you had known Joshua since you were a freshman in college, it had only been two months since you and Joshua started dating. You two had met each through mutual friends. It can be quite nerve-wracking to blossom a friendship into something more and at the same time, risk losing the precious bond you've made over the years. Thus, it took you guys a long time to come to terms with your mutual feelings and just two months ago, decided to give it a try.

You and Joshua had decided to take it pretty slow and chill. You two had held hands but never kissed, used nicknames for one another but never called each other baby or babe. Your cynical nature was starting to interfere and it was starting to feel all too delicate and you were worried that one wrong move could ruin it all. You were worried that maybe you had fallen too hard for your new boyfriend but he was still yet to fall that hard.

It was the weekend and Joshua had asked you out on a date, and though you were trying to go out with him and escape the mundane life, you couldn't as you had been down with a bad flu. You couldn't stop sneezing and could barely breathe through all those frequent coughs. Joshua being a gentleman obviously understood it well but he couldn't help worrying. Over several years he had seen just how terrible your condition would be when you caught a flu. Joshua suggested coming over to your house but you couldn't risk him getting sick at all , especially more so now that he had an important presentation at work coming up. You convinced him that you could somehow survive the night but Joshua made you promise him to call if you had any trouble at all.

Later at around 9, he called you once again to make sure you would be fine alone but you did not answer. he rang you two more times, but still no response from your side. Now not be dramatic or anything, but Joshua felt like he was gonna die. He was beyond worried about you and several scenarios coming to his mind, certainly did not help his situation. What if you had fainted? What if someone had broken into your house? Joshua could not just sit still. He basically ran into his basement, got into his car, frantically turned it on and started driving to your house. It is safe to say that Joshua had jumped at least two red lights and honestly, he couldn't even bring himself to care. The only thing occupying his mind was his girlfriend, you...

Finally after what had felt like an eternity (but actually 25 minutes), Joshua was standing at your door. He rang the bell once but you didn't answer. He rang it twice and there was no answer. Just as Joshua felt like he was gonna lose it, and he was a second away from breaking down, you opened the door.

There you were, standing with your pale face and chapped lips, with messy and tangled hair and your comfortable sweatshirt and pjs. You were shocked to see your boyfriend standing right in front of your door. You greeted him with a frown, "Josh, is everything alright? Why are you here this late? Wait are you crying? What happened? ." At this, Joshua felt his eyes becoming more glassy and more tears started to run down his face. He thought to himself "Damn, I can't live without her. Ugh I cannot believe it took an incident like this to realise I have fallen this hard for her". The two minutes that he had spent ringing your doorbell with no response, he realised, what would he do without you?

Joshua could no longer hold himself back, he wrapped you in a tight hug and slowly caressed your hair. When you heard him sniffling softly, your heart broke unaware that it was because of you. You asked him "Shua, did something happen at work? Why aren't you saying anything?". Joshua chuckled softly and answered "Did you see that I had called you a few times? Why didn't you answer? I felt like I was gonna pass out if you wouldn't open the door." Perplexed , you replied "Wait I had no idea you called. I got a fever and I had taken few heavy pills which made me really sleepy. Aww were you worried about me?" you answered with a laugh. "You actually think this is funny? The tears that you see on my face is because I was forced to imagine my world without you for a while. I seriously thought I lost you." Joshua said with his voice cracking in between. You pulled back from the hug to look him in the eyes, "Shua, what could even happen to me in my own apartment? You know how good the security is here and you also know I tend to sleep a lot when I catch a flu." You said once again after a pause, "I actually had no idea you cared this much." At this Joshua felt as if he had failed at expressing just how special you were to him. He also knew that no amount of words could covey his feelings towards you nor did he actually have the ability to speak anymore after sobbing ,so he did something that he wanted to do all these years ever since college. He leaned in to give you a kiss.

Though the kiss was short, you felt as if you were floating in clouds and you were sure that it was not because of the pills you had taken earlier. His lips were so soft and he kissed you so softly as if you would break. You two had blush blooming on both of your cheeks. Joshua cleared his throat and said "Let's order some food. Knowing you, you probably didn't eat anything for dinner." You let out a gasp, "How the hell did you know that?" Joshua answered with his signature heart-winning smile, "Because I know you."

Note: This is my first fic I have ever written so it's not that good but I had fun writing it. Also, I have an account on Archive Of Our Own and I posted this there as well, so don't be alarmed if you see this there.

[dreamlandreader]

Sick Day

I have no idea if fae can catch colds/the flu but I’m currently stuck in bed sick so this is my comfort fic 🥲 It isn’t edited because I just wanted to get the idea out of my head, so apologies for any mistakes ❤️

Warnings: Flu, none graphic discussion of flu symptoms, and stubborn Illyrian babies

Feyre Archeron was feeling incredibly smug. She and her mate had somehow managed to survive their son’s first exposure to the flu unscathed. 

Poor Nyx had unfortunately become sick after a play date, so Feyre and Rhysand had spent the past week knee-deep in used tissues and providing endless hugs and kisses to their crying toddler, who didn’t quite understand why he couldn’t stop coughing.

For the first time in almost five days, Nyx had felt well enough to play with his toys on the living room carpet, and that’s where Feyre left him under the dutiful watch of his Auntie Elain while she wandered upstairs to join Rhys in their shared office. 

Her smile faltered, however, the second she stepped through the door to the office and came face to face with her mate. 

Rhys’s usually impeccable style was now far more dishevelled than she was used to seeing. His shirt was buttoned incorrectly, his hair was sticking up as though he had run his hands through it in frustration far too many times, and his perfect nose was looking rather red. 

It was then that a single sniffle signalled trouble.

“Love, are you okay?” Feyre asked tentatively, knowing her eldest Illyrian baby would likely be the most challenging to handle when sick. 

‘Yes darling, I’m absolutely-” Rhys broke off, falling into a fit of sneezes and released a slight groan before continuing. “Fine. I’m absolutely fine,” 

“No offence, but you look awful. Why don’t you take a break? Go back to bed. I can finish up whatever you’re doing.” 

“Okay, ouch! Plenty of offence taken. I’m fine. I’m the most powerful high lord. I don’t need to take a break because of the sniffles,” Rhys scoffed before he again began to sneeze uncontrollably. 

Deciding it was not worth an argument so early in the day, Feyre settled down at her own desk and began to tackle her looming pile of paperwork, desperately trying to block out her husband’s endless coughing. Feyre’s resolve to leave Rhys to it lasted precisely twenty-two minutes before his sniffling drove her so mad that she slammed her pen down and stormed over to his desk. 

“I love you so much, Rhysand, but if you sneeze one more time and refuse to go to bed, I will lose it!” 

“Feyre, I can’t!” 

“Why?” Feyre practically yelled, “Because of your paperwork? Do you think me so incapable as a High Lady that I cannot sign a few papers and get to grips with our court’s laws?” 

“No! It’s not that, and you very well know it,” he argued, incensed that his wife would assume he thought of her as anything less than the most competent of beings. 

Sighing, Rhys put his head in his hands and seemed to steady himself before making an important admission. 

“I cannot go to bed because he will never let it go.” 

“What? Who?” 

“Cassian!” 

Rhys finally looked up at his wife and met her confused gaze. His beautiful face was full of something Feyre had never seen take over her mate’s expression before. Embarrassment. Rhysand was- well, he was blushing. 

“Around my 400th birthday, I contracted a pretty bad case of the flu. My bones ached every time I moved, my head hurt, I couldn’t stop coughing and sneezing, and frankly, I felt dire. So, for the first time ever, I took the day off. I sent word to Cassian that I wouldn’t be at training that morning because I was under the weather, and him being the concerned idiot he is, he turned up thinking I was on my deathbed. When he ran into my bedroom and found me with two chunks of toilet paper stuffed up my nose and an eye mask on to block out the sunlight, well, I’ve never seen him laugh quite so hard. And he has never let it go.” Rhys said, rolling his eyes. 

“The great Rhysand,” he exclaimed, deepening his voice to match the grit of his brother’s vocal range. “The most powerful fae in Prythian’s history, taken down by a gnarly cold!”

Feyre’s frown disappeared, replaced by a look of sympathy and understanding. Sitting gently on his lap, Feyre took Rhys’s face in her hands and looked deep into his violet eyes. 

“He doesn’t mean anything by it, and it doesn’t upset me by a long shot,” Rhys laughed to himself, “but if I have to go another century listening to his sarcastic comments about it, I may commit murder.” 

“So you’re not going to take a break because your stupid, stubborn ass is too full of pride.” Feyre queried. 

“Yeah, that pretty much sums it up.” Rhys shrugged. 

“Rhys!” Feyre scolded, playfully tapping his shoulder. 

“Look, why don’t you just go to bed. Cass is busy the next few days anyway; he doesn’t need to find out where you are. It can be our little secret.” Slowly, Feyre could sense her mate coming around to the idea, and she had one more trick up her sleeve.

“I’ll even stay with you if that will convince you. We can have a day in bed together. Just relax, the two of us.” Feyre suggested, a sly glint in her eye as she ran her fingers up and down Rhysand’s tattooed arm. 

“Feyre, we’re already so far behind,” Rhys interrupted, shivering under his mate’s touch. 

“It will wait, Rhys. And anything in that pile that can’t, we can delegate to Mor and Amren. They’ll be happy to help,” 

“Fine. I’ll agree to one day in bed. On the condition that nobody ever finds out. Oh, and that you stay with me.” Rhys agrees, squeezing Feyre’s hip. 

Dragging Rhysand by the hand to their bedroom, Feyre sent a message to her sister informing her that she and Rhys were snowed under with work and asking if she would mind taking Nyx out for the rest of the day. After receiving a reply from Elain that she would happily take her nephew for the afternoon, Feyre settled in bed with Rhysand, pulling him into her chest and stroking his hair in a bid to help him fall asleep. She found success within ten minutes as her mate drifted into a secure slumber. 

A week later …

“Oh, by the way, I contacted Tarquin about renewing our trade agreement, and he said he is happy to sign the contract again under the same terms as last time if that is what you both wish, of course,” Mor stated, looking towards her High Lord and Lady. 

“I thought you were dealing with the trade agreements alone these days, Rhys?” Azriel questioned, unable to leave his inner spy at the door, even if it was family night. 

“I am. I just needed a little extra help this week after being so busy taking care of Nyxie the week before,” 

“That’s right, little buddy, you were sick, weren’t you,” Cassian said to the young Illyrian perched on his lap, ruffling his hair and making him giggle. 

“Yep. I was sneezy, and I threwed up.” 

“Lovely,” Amren cringed from the other end of the table. 

“Daddy was sneezy, too, but he didn’t throw up. He sleeped a lot. Mama pet him like a puppy, and he feeled better.” 

The table erupted with laughter at the image of the High Lord of the Night Court being stroked like a dog. Rhysand sank in his seat and gave Feyre a pointed stare that said, “I told you so!”

“Oops,” Nyx cried after seeing his father’s strange reaction, “I member now Mama said I was meant to keep that a secret.” Nyx covered his mouth in surprise and looked towards his mother with shame in his eyes. 

“It’s okay, baby, it was an accident,” Feyre replied and opened her arms for her son to crawl into. 

“Did you- did you check him for fleas before you let him into your bed, Feyre.” Cassian howled, wiping tears from his eyes while meeting Rhysand’s glare. 

“Ha ha, very funny. Have you had your fill now?” Rhys quipped.

Cassian opened his mouth again to fling another joke Rhysand’s way but was interrupted by his own inability to avoid letting out a very dramatic sneeze, swiftly followed by three more. 

Shock filled Cassian’s face, and his smirk dropped. He took one panicked look at Rhysand, who was holding in his laughter, before looking to Feyre who was wearing her own wicked smile as she handed him a tissue and calmly stated, “Good luck, Lord of Bloodshed.” 

[whump-or-whatever]

Hiii hey hi im Like Hella sick and i was wondering if you could make sick whump prompts? Thank you!

Oh no, I hope you feel better! Hope this helps :)

That feeling when you need to sneeze but it just doesn’t happen, so instead you sit there with eyes watering down your face

Whumpee is freezing and shivering and Caretaker just keeps piling blankets on top of them to no avail

Whumpee taking a steaming hot shower to help clear their sinuses

Puffy red eyes and a stuffy nose, with a nasally voice to match

Whumpee with a racking cough that just won’t stop, tearing their throat up in the process

Being so congested and unable to breathe that they cannot sleep and the frustration that goes with that

Aching in the ears and neck from strep throat

Aching in every part of the body

Sweating and shivering at the same time

The pounding headache of congestion

Whumpee just being really fucking irritable because being sick is Annoying

Chest congestion resulting in a wet cough and phlegm

A constant nausea that is mild enough that whumpee won’t be sick but bad enough that they just feel horrible

[chestcongestion]

Going feral over your poll reblog tags, just thought I'd let ya know. Care to expand on them a little? I need the DEETS.

D'awww, hell yeah, I'd be happy to expand.

Mo/xxie just doesn't seem to have the control to stop himself from sneezing once he gets started, especially with his allergies, but he finds himself going through these fits with colds too.

He has an initial double, "YiiHH-Kxhxtieww! Hyihh'KxhtIEW!" is followed by a sharp sniffle, and him fanning at his face as his sinuses still feel itchy, typically moisture from congestion or a lingering allergen are tickling his nose just right that no sneeze feels like enough.

"Baby, you alright?" Mi/ll/ie will ask, as her husband sniffles and hitches, his nose running in a watery stream and his face twitching.

"I uhbb...IIhh'Kxhhtiew! 'Kxhhshiew! -'Kxhhtiew! -'KxXHHTIEW! -'Kxhhtiew! 'TsSHIEW! 'XxhhtiEWW! 'Kxhhshew! I-IHHH'KXhhTIEW!," one after the other after the other, his eyes watering as he grows breathless, each sneeze punctuated by a wheezy half-gasp for air, the constant clenching and struggle beginning to give him a tension headache.

"KxXHtiew! Yiiih'Kxhhtiew! 'Kxhhitew! 'KssHHhuww!- snrkk!- 'KxhhTIEW!-" at this point, Mo/xx/ie feels faint, his throat stinging from the sneezes ripping their way through his sinus cavity and straining his voice.

Passersby start recording, children point and stare, Bl/it/zo- if present- snickers out of nervous concern, only for someone to finally swoop in, pinching Mo/xx's nostrils shut and letting him catch his breath.

A bit of hoarse coughing and a particularly damp noseblow later, Mo/xx/ie regains his composure and weakly returns to his feet, his eyelids puffy, hair frayed, looking pitiful enough that whether he's sick with a cold or suffering from allergies, he looks like he shouldn't be doing anything more than lying down for a nap.

The same can be said for Al/as/tor, but in his case the sneezes keep getting stuck, and he'll try and tease a new one out but that starts a NEW chain of sneezes until he gets fed up and just massages his nostrils to coax out the itch without sneezing because he cannot afford to constantly be going "Hh'nXxzht-shhew! 'Shhiew! Hnkxht'S-sshew!" for hours.

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

Downfall (pt 1/2)

Hi guys, I’m back after a month hiatus. I meant to make this one part, but tbh I need to break this thing up a little - it’s going to be like 2 very distinct parts, if that makes sense. 

Anyway! This is per the usual a male-centric sickfic that features Elijah and Greyson, and it’s a big ol’ contagion dumpster fire. Seriously, if you’re not into contagion this won’t be your thing lol. Elijah is real bad at keeping his germs to himself. It’s based loosely on one of the prompts in my inbox, but nothing from the prompt features in this part (lol, sorry) so I’ll post the prompt at the end of the next part. Thank you to whoever is sending prompts!! I love and am inspired by all of them. 

Next part will hopefully be up tomorrow or Sunday! 

Onward :)

cw: male, colds, fevers, coughing, contagion, some mess

Downfall

“No fuckin’ way you’re sick again.”

Elijah rolled his eyes from behind a tissue and flipped Greyson off. “I don’t wandt to talk about it,” he said, collapsing into his rolling chair next to the chef and blowing his nose. “hhGTSHH-uhh! Snfr. And also,” Elijah tossed the tissue in the trashcan and looked pointedly at Greyson. “You stay the fugck away from mbe.”

Greyson recoiled and barked out a shocked chuckle. “Stay the fuck away from you? What, did you have a dream I tried to stab you or something?” He shuffled through their shared cabinet of medicines and plopped the dayquil and ibuprofen in front of his boss. “Or do you think I gave you this, your fourth cold in less than three months? Because I,” Greyson placed a hand on his own chest languidly, “have an amazing immune system.”

“Oh Jesus fuckigg Christ,” Elijah groaned, snapping open the bottle of dayquil and chugging.

“Well, congrats, Grey. You just fucked yourse – hhINGSTZUE! Snf. Yourself.” Elijah pulled more tissues from the box on their shared desk and blew his nose again while Greyson laughed.

“You’re so goddamn dramatic,” Greyson said, sitting back in his chair and watching his boss try to collect himself. “I would’ve loved to have met you in middle school.”

“Fuck off,” Elijah said, pressing his fingers deep into his aching eye sockets. Greyson, taking pity on him, pushed the ibuprofen towards the GM. “Thangks,” Elijah said, taking a few with a sip of an old water cup sitting next to the computer. He turned back to Greyson, his look no longer one of bemusement. “I’mb serious, though. Dond’t combe any closer than where you’re at right now.”

“I wish you were less cryptic sometimes. It’s like working with a troll that guards a bridge and won’t speak to you clearly unless you solve his riddles three.”

Elijah sighed and unzipped his jacket. “Grey, we have that wedding this weekend.”

“And?” Greyson asked holding his hands palms-up, expectant.

“And,” Elijah said, turning to cough into his sleeve, away from Greyson. “Mbatt cannot handle a fifty-persond, special mendu wedding on his own, Grey. He’s great, but he isn’t ready for that.” Elijah gave Greyson a look as if to say ‘are you getting it now?’, but Greyson was still bald-faced. Elijah sighed again.

“If you get sigck, we’re fucked,” he stated simply. “So you have to stay away fromb – hhNGSTH-ue! GTSH! Hhuuh...huhIGSTZHUE!” Elijah crumpled towards the wall to sneeze into his sleeve. He felt Greyson push the tissue box over to his side of the desk, and held out the hand not currently tending to his nose to stop the chef.

“Alright, alright, relax,” Greyson said, sitting back in his chair while Elijah pulled some tissues out and cleaned himself up. When he sat back up, he gave Greyson a watery glare.

“I’ll relax whend this week is over,” Elijah growled. “For ndow, just stay away. Okay? You cand help mbe out by leaving mbe alone and ndot getting sick. It’s our first wedding ever, Greyson, and I really wandt us to be able to do mbore. So it has to be perfect.”

“I’m sure the people getting married would describe ‘perfect wedding’ as ‘general manager of restaurant we’re getting married at sneezes through the ceremony’,” Greyson teased, standing and putting on his chef’s coat over his t-shirt. Elijah flipped the chef off, noncommittal.

“It’s only Mbonday,” Elijah said. “I’ll be good by Saturday.” He gave Greyson another very pointed look before the chef walked into the kitchen to begin the day’s prep. “You better be, too.”

“Oh, please, boss,” Greyson said, strolling out of the office and towards the prep table. “Like I said; my immune system is incredible.”

***

9:13AM

mornin, boss. just checking to make sure ur among the living.

10:42AM

hellooooo, lij, u good?

11:24AM

where r u??????

Greyson looked down at his phone for the tenth time in as many minutes; Elijah had read his texts, but hadn’t answered any of them. He tapped his foot impatiently and stared at the computer screen until he heard the ding of a new text.

11:36AM

Not coming in today. Sleeping off this plague so I’m 100% for the weekend. Did you need something from me?

The chef raised an eyebrow at his phone before typing out a response.

11:37AM

oh! k, nope im all good. feel better, if u need i can drop some soup or smthn off to u??

11:38AM

I’m alright. Thx. Text me if the numbers jump up, I’ll come in for service for anything over 100 covers.

Greyson clicked his phone off without responding; he wouldn’t text Elijah even if the covers jumped to eight million. If that man was taking a sick day, he obviously needed it.

Although he was surprised, Greyson couldn’t say he didn’t think his boss needed this sick day; Elijah had basically huddled in the office all day yesterday, only to be roused for the rush around 7PM. After an hour or so of table touching, he’d retreated back to his chair to cough and sneeze in peace.

“Christ, boss, where the hell did you pick this shit up?” Greyson had asked around 8 when he’d come into the office to do some paperwork post-rush. He’d leaned towards the GM to place a hand on his pale face, only to be rudely waved off.

“Dond’t touch mbe,” Elijah had croaked. “I’mb ndot risking you getting sick.”

Greyson had rolled his eyes. “Lij, please,” he said, “I haven’t caught any of your other thirty colds you’ve had this year, why would this be THE ONE?”

Elijah just shook his head, clearly too exhausted to answer. “Just trust mbe,” he said. “We ndeed you to be here for this wedding. I cand barely stand, Grey,” Elijah said; a rare moment of vulnerability. “Just give mbe the peace of mbind of you staying healthy.”

The chef sighed through his nose and took a step back. “Alright, boss,” he said, putting his hands up in defeat. “I won’t touch you. Just…I mean, just like, stay there. I’ll drive you home as soon as the guys are done cleaning.”

And that was exactly what he did. At ten, Greyson was waving to Elijah as the ill man trudged up the steps to his building, wondering how the hell he was going to make it all the way to the twentieth floor. By midnight, Elijah had stopped responding to his texts making sure he was alive, and now here he was, wondering who the hell this creature that slept in and took sick days was, and what it had done with his boss.

Greyson shoved his phone into his pocket and headed back into the kitchen. To his shock, Mark was standing at the prep table, obviously looking for him.

“The hell are you doing in my kitchen?” Greyson joked, clapping a hand on Mark’s back. The other man didn’t move, so Greyson walked around to face him. “Helloooo, earth to Mar -”

“HNGSTZHUE!” Mark, obviously unprepared for Greyson’s appearance, didn’t have time to raise his elbow all the way to his face. Greyson winced and attempted to step back, but the deed was done; he lifted a hand to his face and wiped the floor manager’s sneeze from his eyebrow.

“Oh shidt, Greysond, Chef, I’mb so sor – hh’TSHHzue! HhNGSTTZUE!” Mark managed to cover those with his sleeve, along with a crackling cough that went on entirely too long for anyone’s comfort.

“Yikes,” Greyson said, leading the floor manager into his office and easing him into Elijah’s chair. “Elijah got you good, man,” he joked, handing Mark the nearly-depleted box of tissues Elijah had left on the desk yesterday. Mark took one and held it in his hand, looking at Greyson miserably.

“I’mb so sorry Greyson, I didn’t mbean to sndeeze on you, Christ Elijah’s going to kill mbe,” Mark said, swiping the tissue under his nose and sniffling. Greyson chuckled at the younger man.

“I hope you mean you’re going to kill him for getting you sick,” he said, opening the medicine drawer for Mark’s perusal. Mark shook his head, not even bothering to look at the medicine.

“Ndo,” he said. “He’s beend like completely nuts about you ndot getting this… whatever, before the wedding. That’s why he isn’t here, he texted mbe this morning and asked if I could handle the floor on my own. He said he’s afraid he’s going to cough on you or something and the whole wedding will be ruined.” Mark looked up then, devastated. “But ndow it’s for ndothing, because I’m the one who’s going to get you sick.”  

Greyson slowly raised an eyebrow at Mark, then placed a kind hand on his knee. “Mark,” he said, “I say this with all the love in my heart: Elijah is a weirdo. He gets an idea in his head that something bad is going to happen and then it becomes inevitable in his mind. Trust me when I say that I have a great immune system, and I’m going to be fine. Okay?”

Mark nodded miserably and Greyson patted his knee again. “Good man,” he said. “Now, the real question is did you tell Elijah that you’re also sick as a dog?” Mark gave the chef an apologetic look, which Greyson knew meant no. Greyson pulled a hand down his face and sighed.

“Okay,” he said, digging through the medicine drawer. “Well. Take some of whatever strikes your fancy in here. I’m going to go have the hostess close the books for the night.”

Mark nodded, obviously exhausted. Greyson stopped himself halfway out the door to turn to the floor manager again. “And, uh...let’s not mention this to Elijah.”

Mark attempted a laugh. “Sure thing, Chef,” he said, swigging some dayquil. “We’re definitely ond the sambe page there.”

***

By ten PM, Greyson was more ready for a drink than anyone in the history of the world.

“Mark, go home!” he yelled through the kitchen doors when he heard the manager succumb to yet another coughing fit. “I’ll finish the damn paperwork, just gooooo.”

Mark slunk through the kitchen doors, shivering and sniffling, and barely acknowledged Greyson when he grabbed his coat and headed for the back doors.

“And don’t you fuckin’ dare come in tomorrow!” Greyson called as Mark gave a weak little wave goodbye behind his head. “I’ll tell Elijah you’re one foot in the grave.” Mark gave a thumbs up without looking back and pushed through the back doors, so only Greyson and his sous chef remained.

“Christ, he sounds like shit,” Greyson murmured, pulling a hand down his face. He turned to Matt, who was seated in Elijah’s chair looking through the schedule on the computer. “How’re you holding up?”

“Mmm, fine, Chef,” Matt said, scrolling through the document. Greyson could’ve been hearing things, but he swore Matt gave a liquid little sniffle afterward. He whipped his head towards his sous, eyes crazed.

“No,” he said, vehement. “Absolutely the fuck not.”

“It’s ndothing, Chef,” Matt said, still not looking away from the computer. Greyson audibly groaned and put both hands over his eyes, a weak attempt to escape the hell that was the pestilence Elijah had bestowed upon them all.

“Fuck, Matt,” Greyson muttered, sitting back up. “Okay, you go home. Now. I’ll finish your shit, too.”

“I’mb okay, Chef, really,” Matt said, pawing at his nose in an attempt to clear it. “I promi – ITSZH-ue!”

“Matt, oh my God, go,” Greyson said, exasperated. Matt flinched and nodded, logging off the computer and grabbing his jacket.

“I’ll be good by tomorrow, boss, I prombise,” Matt said, stifling a painful-sounding cough into his fist. Greyson gave him a look with eyes so wide that one started to twitch. Matt held up his hands and backed off. “Sorry,” he said.

“Matt, full offense, if you don’t get the hell out of this restaurant in the next three seconds, I’m going to drop kick you,” Greyson said, pointing towards the back door. “Go.”

Finally, Matt did as he was told and slipped out the back door, leaving Greyson to put his heavy head in his hands. Only one thing left to do.

Greyson picked up his cell phone from the desk and dialed his most-dialed contact.

“Hey, boss,” he said when Elijah picked up. “We, uh… we have a bit of an issue.”

[allergic-to-buttercups]

Valentine's Gift For Dsnzfb

Hi @dsnzfb! I was your secret snz Valentine! I wrote some P/hoenix and E/dgeworth for you, I hope you like it!

Story features: allergies, holdbacks, stuck sneezes, very very slight character-with-the-kink, and E/dgeworth being the flustered mess we know and love.

Unfortunate truth the first: M/iles E/dgeworth was allergic to cherry blossoms.

Unfortunate truth the second: he had made this -fascinating- discovery due to the limited-edition Spring In Neo Olde Tokyo Samurai & Pink Princess Scented Plushie Set, a Valentine's Day-adjacent product of which only two hundred had been manufactured and sold.

Unfortunate truth the third: he had a meeting with W/right in approximately five minutes to discuss an upcoming case the man wanted E/dgeworth's advice about, and he very much did not want his...rival? friend? Crush...to know that he had purchased such an item. Yes, he no longer deluded himself into thinking that W/right wasn't at least a bit aware that he was a closet Steel Samurai fan, but owning a -bright pink- -highly romantic- -Valentine's themed- -limited edition- plushie set wasn't something he was -quite- ready to admit to the man who stirred in him such complicated (unnecessary) feelings.

Unfortunate truth the fourth: W/right was early for the meeting, for once in the man's blasted life, and E/dgeworth had time to do nothing but shove the plushie set in the top drawer of his desk and close said drawer, desperately hoping that the teasing, tickling scent would remain trapped inside for the duration of his conversation with W/right.

W/right hadn't even finished laying out the case documents he'd brought for E/dgeworth to look over when his hope was squashed.

He can smell it. The horrible, cloying, artificial cherry blossom scent. He's not sure if it's because his desk isn't doing enough to block it out or because enough of the perfume had spread into the office air before he sealed away the offending plushie, but he can smell it.

And oh, his nose -tickles.-

When M/iles E/dgeworth is allergic to something, he's not the kind of man who sniffs delicately or has a slight cough or develops hives or anything along those lines. No, E/dgeworth's allergies manifest in one way and one way only:

Enormous, trumpeting sneezes that simply -cannot- be stifled and -cannot- be stopped.

And, of course, -always- seem to come in fits.

He needs, he realizes, to hold off the fit until W/right has left. He remembers the other man having been aware of his massive fits when they were children together, back when it was a source of humor rather than embarrassment, but he does not want his rival-friend-possibly-crush-definitely-someone-he-wants-to-impress to know that he is STILL plagued by such undignified sneezes.

It is not going to be an easy task.

The scent is everywhere, in every breath. He breathes through his mouth, and it helps not the slightest. His nose wants desperately to twitch, to hitch, and keeping his face still is a Herculean task.

Still he tries.

And tries.

But oh, he has to -sneeze-.

And then, of course, it gets worse, because he's supposed to be helping W/right with a case, so it's not like he is able to simply stay quiet throughout the meeting. Soon, W/right has finished listing out the facts of the case - as though E/dgeworth hadn't researched it beforehand, which he of course had - and is asking the prosecutor for his opinion.

"The reason my client, Mr. Blossom, is accused of the murder is because the victim, Miss Addison Shoo, recently purchased a huge bouquet of flowers from his shop, Blossom's Blossoms. She had a boyfriend, who she planned to gift the flowers to. The prosecutor - one of the Paynes, although I can't for the life of me remember which one - is going to insist that the flowers were poisoned, because the victim's cause of death was poison."

"That's patently ridiculous," E/dgeworth responds. For a moment, he's so caught up in the insanity of the Payne's accusation that he conquers the tickle, getting out a full sentence. But then, he takes in a breath to speak more, and the tickle spikes, driving deep into the back of his nose. For a moment, the sneeze feels like an inevitability, and his attempt to get out his next words without hitching is a miserable failure. "How could flah...ehhh...flowers be poisoned?"

He hopes Wright won't catch the hitch.

He hopes in vain.

"Are you all right, M/iles?" the defense attorney asks in that damnably soft, stupidly caring voice. "If you're not feeling well, we can-"

"I'm fine!" the prosecutor snaps. Do not let your voice hitch, he tells himself. Do not take in a sharp breath. Do not allow your traitorous nose to twitch. You are in control. You are -fine-.

He is not fine.

"I am merely ahh...noyed that a prosecutor in my employ could make such a..." Here he pauses, forcing another hitch back, back, desperately trying to conquer the tickle. For a moment, he emerges victorious. "Such a ridiculous accusation. The poison must have been delivered another way."

W/right looks down, eagerly shuffling through the papers, presumably looking through the record of the victim's final hours for any sort of other method by which the poison might have entered her body. E/dgeworth takes advantage of the other man's brief distraction to press a single longer, aristocratic finger underneath his nose.

For a moment, it works. For a moment, it is bliss. The tickle subsides, and E/dgeworth keeps the finger pressed where it is for one, two, three, four, five glorious seconds. Then W/right looks back up, and E/dgeworth hurriedly removes his finger and tries to act as though he was simply adjusting his cravat.

For one blessed moment, he thinks the tickle is gone.

Then that scent, that horrid -scent- invades his nostrils once more, and he knows that he is wrong. Worst, he has misjudged the situation, quite badly.

Holding his finger under his nose had only allowed the tickle to incubate. Now, when it returns, it is sharper, fiercer, a battering ram against his formerly iron defenses.

He dares not move. He dares not speak. He dares not -breathe-.

He just needs to fight this cresting wave, and then the tickle will surely, -surely- back down again. He just needs to be strong for a little longer, and he will not sneeze. He! Will! Not! Sneeze!

"Huh, wait, this is weird," W/right says, his brow furrowing as he notices an odd detail in the paperwork he is scanning. "It says here that Miss Shoo was financially unstable, having lost her job a few weeks ago and not found any new one - but according to Mr. Blossom's testimony, she purchased the most expensive bouquet in the shop."

Oh, it tickles. Oh, it -tickles-.

"Consisting entirely of rare and exotic flowers-"

Do not sneeze. Stay strong.

"like passion lilies, birds of paradise..."

"Ahhh..." Okay, that had been a hitch, but acceptable damages, W/right had been too caught up in expounding on his new theory to notice.

"....oh, and hmm, also it looks like the bouquet contained a lot of..."

No, W/right, do not say it, or I shall lose this battle! E/dgeworth thought as his nose twitches and throbs. Somehow he knows that even the word will set him off, will remind him of the scent that invades his nostrils.

"...sprigs and sprigs of fresh cherry blossoms."

"HAH'SCHUUUUUUU!" The sneeze is out of him before he can even think to stifle or hold back. His allergies are so severe that even hearing the word -cherry blossom- was enough to spark a sneeze.

W/right looks up, shocked. "Ble-" he starts to say.

"kSCHUUU! hah'SCHUUU!" Two more sneezes follow before he can even get the word out.

"M/iles, are you all right? We can postpone if you-"

The tickle is still there, but he fights, he -fights.- "No, W/right, please, it was merely a brief irritation." He is not going to sneeze any more. He is not going to reveal the allergen tucked within his drawer that he had so foolishly purchased. "Continue."

"Okay, if you're sure..." W/right doesn't look sure, and E/dgeworth does not -feel- sure, not with the tickle still battering against his nasal defenses, not without now knowing just how -wonderful- the relief of a good sneeze had felt, but onward he presses.

"Well, purchasing such an expensive bouquet surely implies that she had come into some money, somehow? And we know it wasn't a new job, at least not anything official - she was constantly active on social media, and she posted about all of her previous jobs the same day she was hired." "Heh..." E/dgeworth agrees with a hitchy nod. There's another sneeze building, and he's tempted just to let it out. He's embarrassed, true, but he'd already sneezed in front of W/right and admitted to a "slight" tickle in his nose (although "slight" is not -really- the word he would use to describe it) and so another sneeze would not seem -that- strange. And this is a devilishly tickly one.

So he'll let it out, he decides. It feels like a single, and not a particularly large one, by his standards, and it will probably go a long way towards alleviating the teasing tickle.

Only, now that he's decided that, it seems that the sneeze doesn't -want- to come out.

"Heh...ahhh..." He hitches under his breath, trying to urge it a long. Just a moment ago, he had been desperately trying everything in his power -not- to sneeze, and now the sneeze simply...won't come.

"She hah...hahh...hahhh...d a boyfriend, didn't she? Wouldn't such a bouquet make sense for a romantic gift?" He breathes in through his nose as he talks, trying to urge more of the tickly scent into his nasal passages, but the dastardly odor seems to have at last dissipated, because the sneeze remains firmly stuck.

W/right eyes him oddly, but has the good sense not to question him. That, or he's genuinely too caught up in the discussion of the case to notice. "Yes, but they'd only been officially dating for three months, and it didn't seem from Miss Shoo's posts that things were getting serious yet. And it wasn't any sort of anniversary, or his birthday, and they definitely weren't getting engaged or moving in together or anything of the sort."

Breathe in, breathe out. Tickle, tickle. Sneeze, damn you, sneeze! he tells himself. But it won't happen. It will not come. The sneeze is well and truly stuck.

"So she wasn't in a financial place to buy him a fancy bouquet with no reason..."

His nostrils flare. "Ahh...heh..." For a moment, he thinks he has it. But no, the damned thing backs away again.

"...and there -is- no obvious reason, which makes me think it has something to do with money. She had gotten some, and was planning to surprise him with the bouquet alongside the good news. It would make sense - Mr. Blossom confirmed that the boyfriend was a regular customer of his, and his social media is full of pictures of his houseplants. He was a known flower fan."

"Did Mi...did Miss...heh...ahhh...Did Miss Sha....Miss Ah....Ahhhh...Ahhhh...." Even the victim's name seems to tease him, reminding him of the sneeze he desperately wants to release from his poor, tormented nose. "Did Miss Shahh...Shaaaaahhh....Ahhh..." The tickle is poised right there on the edge, but it -just won't come out-, there's nothing he can do, he can't talk without hitching, can't -breathe- without hitching, but he just simply cannot SNEEZE!

"M/iles, please, just sneeze if you need to. You don't have to hold back on my account. I'm not grossed out or anything, I promise." "That's nahh...nahhh....not..." His voice has taken on a helpless, whining tone that he hates more than anything. "It's stah...stuck!" "Oh." The tone of W/right's voice is not pity or amusement as he had dreaded, but genuine concern, mixed with...Interest? Fascination? Between gasping breaths, E/dgeworth looks up. The defense attorney's eyes are locked on his face - no, on his desperately twitching, flaring nose. In those eyes are an intensity E/dgeworth almost never sees outside of the courtroom. The evidence leads to only one conclusion, although he cannot for the life of him figure out -why- it is so: P/hoenix W/right wants him to sneeze. And he wants to sneeze, too, now. The tickle has been teasing him for well over a minute, he cannot -breathe- without even gasping. Throwing caution to the wind, E/dgeworth flings open the drawer, freeing the awful cherry blossom-scented plushies within. A wave of faintly floral air bursts upward, and the sneeze crests at last. "KA'SCHOOO! ahhhhCHOOOO! haaaaaa....ahhh....ACHOO! KER'SCHOO! AHHHHHHHHHCHOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Well, not sneeze, but -sneezes-.- When the fit has calmed at last, the expression on P/hoenix W/right's face has moved from mere interest into something pointed and dark, filled with the promise of very, -very- interesting discoveries for a curious prosecutor to make should he pry further. In a move far more spontaneous than he is used to making, he hands the scented plushies to the defense attorney. "Happy Valentine's Day, W/right," he manages to get out before gearing up for yet another tortured, allergic sneeze. "HAH'SCHOOO!" "Happy Valentine's Day to me indeed," W/right murmurs, the case documents on the desk completely forgotten as he thoroughly examines his new acquisition. (M/iles E/dgeworth's theory about the affect his sneezes have on one P/hoenix W/right turns out to be correct, and the scented Steel Samurai and Pink Princess plushies quickly become both the bane and the blessing of his existence over the next many, many nights spent in W/right's arms. Eventually, they do manage to solve the case, finding the stub of a winning lottery ticket that had been purchased by a Miss Addison Shoo but cashed in by her boyfriend, a Mr. O. Bviousguilt. During the trial, the cherry-blossom filled bouquet becomes a key piece of evidence, much to the delight of a certain defense attorney and the frustration of a poor prosecutor who decides to support his -own- new boyfriend by watching the whole thing from the gallery, a sneezy, allergic mess throughout the trial but there to cheer P/hoenix on regardless.)

[snzysimper]

Could I perhaps gift you a very rough draft for a Hazbin Hotel sickfic? (I don't have a fetish for it, but I really like sickfics and I have too much anxiety to post my ideas to my blog a lot of the time, so someone may as well get to enjoy them!)

It'd be a chaos comedy with lots of sweet fluff, with an illness spreading around the Hotel and everyone's powers making it manifest differently (and the fluff would be them all, some of them begrudingly, taking care of one another)

Alastor gets the worst of it (because he's my favorite lol) with a very high fever w/some amusing delirium, deep mucusy coughs and sneezes (leaning in to his deer attributes idk how to best describe it but picture an exhausted deer panting), and vomiting

Sir Pentious is hacking up a lot of very toxic mucus, can't navigate since his since of smell is compromised, and he just cannot seem to get warm enough so he's having to be plied with blankets & hot water bottles (because he's such a drama queen that of course he has to be doted on), but also he's such a "gentleman" that he doesn't want to do anything uncouth in front of a lady so he's trying to hide all of his grosser symptoms until he almost chokes and/or runs into walls multiple times and Vaggie is finally just like "omfg stop" and helps him

Baxter is an unfortunate little snot machine, and borderline refuses to leave one of the restrooms because he just wants to soak in the tub and steam the sickness out with hot showers. At some point he'd probably end up overheating himself and have to get an ice bath.

Husk has tiny little kitten sneezes (which he's embarrassed about, Charlie finds them ADORABLE, which makes him even more embarrassed). He'd end up making hot toddies for everyone

Angel's sneezes shoot webs and he keeps getting stuck to things. I realize it's not accurate to spiders, I just think it would be funny.

Vox (because he's at the hotel now, he left Valentino and moved in, because I said so) and his monitor keeps leaking a black fluid, his body's overheating (as in he starts a few minor fires around the hotel), and his audio system is on the fritz so he keeps making weird "coughing" static and sneeze audio effects that blow out glass

Niffty goes into germaphobia mode and tries to clean even more than normal (causing a few dangerous chemical mixtures in the process) and trying to deny once she does get sick only to be forced to admit defeat when she falls off of a chandelier she was dusting in a dead faint.

Cherri Bomb (because she's also there too) apparently has uncontrollable pyrokinetic powers that illness sets off, she runs a high fever (with delirium, yes it's a favored trope of mine), and keeps blowing things up and setting them on fire when she sneezes, and her coughing results in thick clouds of infectious smoke.

Charlie ends up getting sick from taking care of everyone, but puts off resting and taking meds because she wants to make sure everyone else is ok first. She has to take some kind of insanely potent medicine because of her potential power and the medicine makes her kind of loopy. Angel dust tries to sneak a little bit thinking it's just cough syrup and it makes him start tripping balls.

Vaggie is the only one not to get sick because that way she'd have to be the one to deal with everyone else's crap (maybe constant exposure to angel weaponry provides her with immunity?)

Holy fucking shit I don’t check tumblr for a few days cos I’ve been in the middle of a forest with no service and come back to THIS??

I don’t think the human race can even COMPREHEND what this makes me feel- this is the best damn thing I’ve seen in a LONG time

✨ 1000000000/10 ✨

[adoracora-elizabeth]

But Papa! Why? Chapter 13

Cora dragged herself to the kitchen. Her cold had only gotten worse overnight. But she had to make her shopping list and also have some breakfast. She wrote her list and send it to Robert.

For her breakfast, she settled for a simple buttered toast and a cup of tea with honey. Her throat felt like sandpaper, while her nose kept running. It was a good thing she did not need to go to work today, she was a real mess.

She had just poured herself a cup of tea when her phone rang. To her surprise, it was her mother. Cora looked at the clock, it was 10.00 o’clock. That meant it was 05.00 o’clock in New York. Why was her mother up this early?

“Mama?” Cora coughed the moment she spoke. It took her a minute before she could say more. “Is there something wrong?”

“According to your cough, something is wrong with you.” Her mother answered. “You sound like you are a heavy smoker.”

To Cora’s annoyance, she started sneezing. “I have a head cold that is all.” She sniffed.

“I am amazed that, it did not happen earlier, with the cold and wet weather in England.”

“Mama, why are you calling this early.” Cora croaked.

“Your father decided to stop the collaboration with ‘Crawley Advertisements’ we are booking you a flight home.”

Cora did not know how to react. “But I like working here in London.”

“You are coming home and that is final.”

“Can I please talk with Papa?” Cora noticed she was on the brink of tears.

“I will ask him to call you, but it will not change anything. Let me know when your cold is over so we can book your flight. In this state, you cannot fly.”

Cora said goodbye and stared at her phone. She did not want to leave London. She loved the city and she also really liked working for Mr. Patrick Crawley. Why could her mother not make this decision earlier, before she started to develop feelings for Robert?

That last thought scared her a little bit, she had indeed developed feelings for him. And it seemed he had too. Him bringing over the chicken broth and doing her groceries said enough. It was weird, he had treated her horribly, but from the moment she saw him, she found him attractive. And since he got hit by that guy in the pub she had fallen for him. She knew it was foolish, how could she like Robert? He had moved her desk to a different room, to not have to be in her presence. Then it dawned on her, he had not moved her because he did not want to see her. He was constantly down-talking her, to cover his feelings. Had he liked her longer than she liked him? She needed to talk to her father soon and she waited impatiently on his call.

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Robert was relieved when he received Cora’s shopping list. He had been anxious all morning. What if he misjudged the whole situation and Cora was only nice to him because she was sick and did not have the energy to tell him differently?

He felt his phone buzzing in his pocket when he took it out he saw it was Rosamund. He decided she could wait, he had finished his shopping and was ready to go to Cora.

He had added some bananas and crackers. They were not on the list, but he had read that they could help when somebody had a cold and was not feeling well. He also bought some chili peppers, he was going to cook her dinner and spicy food could help break up mucus and clear out sinus passages, he had read on the same page. It even could help with her cough.

When he arrived at Cora’s apartment building, his phone rang again. Annoyed he put it away, why did Rosamund need to bother him again? He said he was going to take the day off, he was not available for any questions.

He greeted the concierge, who looked at him suspiciously but did not try to stop him this time. The elevator took way too long he thought and it felt like ages before he reached Cora’s front door.

Like yesterday it took a while before the door was opened. He was greeted by an even bigger mess than yesterday.

“Oh my, Cora! Hurry up, back to your bed. You look terrible.” I will put the groceries away.”

Cora lowered the handkerchief that she had pressed against her nose and looked up to Robert. “I am sorry, I……” She started coughing.

Robert was unsure what to do, but he quickly closed the door and moved closer to pat her back. Her eyes were awfully red, her cold had gone bad real quick he thought.

When her coughing slowed down she suddenly wrapped her arms around him. It was like he was holding a hot coal in his arms. He felt her body jolt and he was not sure if it was from her coughing or that she had started to cry.

He held her until she pushed herself back and muttered an apology. “I smeared snot all over your clothes.” She tried to clean his jacket with her handkerchief. Robert put his hand gently on Cora’s to stop her movement.

“Come, let us sit down, and then you can tell me what is wrong.”

Cora looked at the grocery bags Robert had put down. “We should put these away.” She gestured to the bags.

Robert put his hands on Cora’s shoulders. “You are going to sit down, and I will put these away.”

“Thank you.” Cora walked towards the living room, She sneezed, the sound was very congested. Robert felt sorry for her.

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‘Robert, please call me. Mama is on a collision course and she says Cora is called back home. Her apartment is already for sale.’ Robert read Rosamund’s text with horror.

‘I am with Cora at the moment. Give me a moment to get this cleared up. Cora is not going anywhere if she does not want to. I will buy her apartment, can you make sure it will be mine right now? He texted back.

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“And did they give you a reason why you have to go back home?” Robert put another cup of tea in front of Cora. She had just told him what happened, before he arrived earlier.

“Papa says that Mama decided I have to come back. He does not mind if I decide to stay here, but I will not work for ‘Levinson and Son’ anymore. And Mama says that everything has failed and if I decide to stay here I will not be in Papa’s will anymore.”

“Did your father say that? Or only your mother?”

“I spoke with my father very briefly. Before you arrived. He says it would be alright if I decide to stay here. For now, he is willing to give me my monthly allowance. But Mama is against that too. Oh Robert, I do not know what to do. I cannot leave, not now.”

Robert was seated on the other side of the coffee table, but he got up and sat down next to Cora when he saw she started crying again. He wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. “Do not worry about that now. Let us focus on getting you well.

“But Papa is selling this apartment.” Cora turned away from Robert to blow her nose. She did not want to repeat the mess of earlier.

Robert moved his hand over her back in a circular motion. “Rosamund made sure the apartment will not be sold to anybody else than me. She texted me when I was making your tea.”

Cora looked at him in disbelief. “So you knew about this?”

Robert looked back in shock. “No, I did not. I promise you I was not aware of what was happening. Wait.” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and showed Cora his text history with Rosamund. “I did not know about this, but I cannot let you go this soon. Not now I realise that I like you.” He handed Cora his clean handkerchief when she sneezed. “We will fix this, I am going to figure out why your mother is calling you back home and what my mother’s hand was in this. But now I am going to heat the chicken broth I left in your fridge, and for tonight I am going to make you dinner. I bought some things that can help with your stuffy nose.” He brushed with his finger over the bridge of Cora’s nose.

“I like you too.” Cora said quietly.

Robert put his hands on her face and kissed her forehead. “We can talk about this later. Go lay down please, you need your rest.”