#dizziness weakness itchiness sickness...

[dreamsofyexiao]

i forget that when I don't eat much for a few days, I get unbearably itchy across my whole body

[tiredmamaissy]

Hiii I'm sorry, just wanna start saying your fics are AMAZING! I'm so in love with them 😩🥹

I'm very sick at home right now, with fever and feeling like shit, I was wondering if you ever thought about a Neteyam/Lo'ak x sick fem Na'vi, it'd be so cute and comforting 💙

Thank you for your amazing work ☺️

Ah babes I’m so sorry I took so long. I’m sure your feeling much better by now but better late than never, right?

Warnings: none, pure fluff and a bit of mushy, gushy love.

“Yawne, please eat something.” Neteyam hums, supporting your head in the crook of his arm. He holds you close to his chest, a cool cloth in his left hand and a spoon full of steam teylu in his right. “You haven’t eaten all day.”

You roll your head to the side, groaning from how dizzy you feel. Your joints ache and it feels as if steam is rising from the pores on your skin. With a weak hand, you nudge away the spoon, nuzzling your hot face back into his chest.

“You’re burning up, love.” He says just under a whisper, quickly putting down the spoon to wipe your forehead with the cold cloth. “How about a bath? We need to get you to cool down.”

“Teyam.” His name catches in your itchy throat as you curl into a ball in his lap. You begin to shiver, burrowing your cold toes under his warm thigh. “Jus’ wanna sleep.”

Truth be told, as much as you hated being sick, you loved the way your mate would care for you. He’s always so concerned about you, but he becomes a hypervigilant, overprotective mate when illness strikes. He’s at your beck and call, cloth in hand and other herbs and remedies strapped to his hip.

“Alrighty. I’m sorry to do this my sweet, sick girl.” he huffs, abandoning the cloth and spoon and scooping you up into his arms, “But up we go.”

You feel extra heavy in his grasp, your limp body completely relaxing under his touch. You trust him entirely, feeling secure in his arms and calm knowing he won’t let anything happen to you — not even the most common sickness known to the na’vi.

Neteyam carries you with ease, his strong physique and sinewy arms supporting your body weight as if you were the bow and arrows strapped to his back. Your feet dangle and sway with each step he takes, your heavy, half lidded eyes finally falling shut.

You rouse to Neteyam’s golden orbs staring down at you, filled with nothing but love and adoration. His smile is catching, spreading to your lips and making them curl. It feels like a fire has been extinguished, your hot body now nearing a comfortable degree. He rakes his fingers through your wet hair, supporting the middle of your back with his other hand.

“Ma’ ‘teyam.” You smile, a hand reaching upwards to cup his cheek. “Irayo [thank you].”

“Nothing to thank me for. Just doing my duty as your mate, txe’lan.” Neteyam’s smile is beaming now, his hand leaving your head to fix the strap of your top back into place. “I am just glad that you are feeling better. Or I would have had to take you to grandmother.”

“I’d rather stay with you. You take care of me the best, nete.” You say with a shaky voice, still a little weak.

Neteyam’s brows knit together when he hears the tremble of your lungs, a pang of concern squeezing his heart. You reassure him with a tender smile and a caressing thumb to his cheek. He almost lets loose a chuckle, just happy that he and his mate could communicate with just a few minute gestures.

“So, what about that steamed teylu?” Neteyam asks hopefully, glancing over to the basket resting on the boulder beside him. You sigh as a response, still having no appetite. But you’d do anything to see that smile on his face again.

“Sounds good, nete.”

[warren-ulysses]

Slutty boss lady

I really regret marrying him!

My husband is 36 years old, seven years older than me. In his prime, he looks big and majestic, but in fact he is as timid as a mouse. Even the part that can best represent a man is as small as a mouse cub.

At that time, I was attracted by the strong appearance of the land to marry him.

He was very serious to girls, claiming to be abusive but not sexually abusive, not to me. At that time, I thought he was honest.

With his character, I dare not touch him before the bridal chamber, so I have no chance to touch him, so I have no way to know that he is a three-inch nail. Up to now, I deeply regret it.

Worst of all, he runs a private detective agency, and we live in front and back. eighteen hours a day, he and I take turns watching a phone.

There is nothing wrong with working hard to make money, but the problem is that you work so hard, but you can't make any money. for one or two months, you have to lose even the salary of the piggy boy!

I am unable to vent with a cavity of bitterness, and when I go to sleep at night, it is difficult to fall asleep and the desire rises. The best entertainment is to ask the husband next to me for his due rights.

My husband is very afraid of my strange hands. Every time I turn over and go to sleep, every time I steal space to play cards with several delivery workers next door, as soon as I touch the "north", I feel sore in my heart, because my husband and I always have the word "north" in bed, back to back and different dreams in the same bed.

Those delivery workers were also very salty and wet. Every time they played "a barrel", they made faces at me with a wicked smile. One said that it was a "small hole", while the other asked him why he kept touching a "small hole".

When they hit "Zhong", they were still dizzy and said to me, intentionally or unconsciously, "Zhong!" Kill you "!

When their mouth foams, I will follow them, but they don't know that I'm itchy, because it's my own biological secret.

Back in bed, whenever I take the initiative to grab his flag like a beach, I want to put up his flagpole, but he is still lazy, forcing me to continue to stage the landing war!

He ridiculed me as a gluttonous woman and insatiably greedy, which made me so angry that I had never had a child. I asked myself that I was muscular and charming, but it was exasperating to be ridiculed.

When it comes to "appetite", it's inborn. How can you blame me, and this dead bag, born so big, is a small silkworm, but it should be up to me to reflect.

For the sake of appetite, we have quarreled many times, and the thing is that every time I bow my head and take the initiative to ask him for a gift, sometimes even humbly, hand to mouth!

Alas! I felt that my beauty was unlucky and I married a three-inch nail by mistake!

When I got up that morning, I put on my pants and pushed the dead boy's bag for a few times, but he said lazily that he was weak all over. It is said that he was too crazy last night and may have caught a cold!

I was so angry that I couldn't get his throat to his lungs last night, but he got sick because of it!

I only had one person to go to the company, and I was depressed all morning!

The delivery worker next door picked up food with me, and a dog came over for breakfast. He was about 20 years old and full of vitality. He always wore only T-shirts and jeans, but now he has changed a pair of shorts!

"good morning, Mrs. B. Have a pork chop with rice!"

"what kind of pork chop rice do you have for breakfast? didn't you have dinner last night?"

"Hey, hey! So… Give me a gut, a big one, be strong! A pack of Garvita milk. " The dog smiles.

I joked carelessly and used to stir-fry the intestines!

A dog was bored, followed into the kitchen, said to help, standing next to me for a long time, I found a little strange, pay attention to his eyes, staring at my crispy chest.

I was in a bad mood this morning. I only wore a T-shirt and chest circumference. He looked down on it and appreciated my breasts thoroughly.

I thought to myself: this hundred tired of the star is really dead, then break the mouth to scold him, he pretended to help, suddenly against my ass!

Wow, a wave of heat came from behind, vaguely feeling that he seemed to have an extra stick!

My heart swung, "bang" accidentally turned the pot over, and ran into the nearby water bottle, wet pants, fortunately it is frozen water, otherwise changed to "boiled cooked chicken"!

A dog took the opportunity to wipe with me and swept his hand between my thighs. I screamed, "Hey, you're confused!" !

Just then, I looked down and found that my pants were wet and became transparent. Oh, all of a sudden, my hair appeared.

Seeing that the tone in which I scolded him was not really angry, A Dog also said that I was deliberately wetting my pants and barked in my heart, so he went so far as to launch a sneak attack and took off my pants with his hand, saying that he wanted to dry it for me.

My pants tripped over my feet and I was gone. I could only reach out and press on my forbidden area, but his hands held my chest tightly and rubbed it vigorously. I have never felt so happy before. Under his rubbing, I couldn't help but groan loudly!

"The dead boy is in the room, let go quickly!" I drank him with fear!

This sentence reminded Ah Dog that I don't mind the actions of the ground, but it's just a bit dangerous here and now.

In the past two months, Ah Dog has often flirted with me. Because of his depression, I also joked with him, but I didn't expect him to take the opportunity to invade me!

He picked me up without saying anything, and I cried out softly. He carried me into the toilet next to him, closed the door, and opened his own zipper. Suddenly, my hands had a hot, majestic and spectacular face. Life, I have never tried it before!"

I admire it from the bottom of my heart!

He pushed me to the wall, and soon I cried again. This sound might have been too loud, so when the dog moved hard for a while, the dead boy's voice came from the toilet, asking me what happened!

I was so scared that my whole body went soft, I hugged the dog tightly, not allowing him to move, and shouted at the dead boy: "What a big mouse. It seems to have left the kitchen!"

"Mouse!" The dead boy was very afraid of mice. When he heard this, he shouted and ran back to the bedroom!

The taste of cheating was really wonderful. After the dead boy left, I felt like all the cells in my body had been coated with lubricant, so I happily continued the unfinished business with the dog!

I had a full breakfast this time. The dog smiled and said,"Wow, you have such a big appetite!"

Even Ah Dog said that to me, I had to admit that I was a prostitute, but now that things had come to this, there was no room for regret. I strangely pushed him to the ground and ate again.

[askintermissionfandom]

What are some of your favorite felt head canons if you don't mind, and is your intermission discord server still active?

Oh yeah psh the server is defo active. We talk there every day and we had a group vc like just yesterday! Feel free to join! Even if you’re going to lurk we got good fanarts being made like every other day! https://discord.gg/VMtTxQj

NOW TO THE INFODUMPING! Sry not sry you asked for this I’m just gunna go full ham. (I figured out how to add a read more link! hah!)

OK SO! I’ve got so many! Top fav is my ones for Crowbar of course. I love making his juju a sentient being and having it effect him negatively by applying sensitivity for timeline shenanigans on him. This also means Crowbar is weak against temporal movement like teleportation. He’s fine for the most part if the Doc teleports him with green sun magic but if Droog does it, it gets him sick and dizzy for a bit.

Oh! Also that Crowbar has lots of hobbies, but every single one is a benefit to his Felts. He’s incapable of doing activities selfishly and has a hard time detaching himself from his work. Expressing himself creatively? Sure! How about he gets into woodworking and architecture so he can repair walls, doors, and clocks whenever they break around the manor. Taking time off to zone out and relax? No problem! He unironically loves doing paperwork because the exactness of the wording comfort him and he can keep business flowing. (He secretly collects the small manuals that comes with most products because finding grammar mistakes in the terms and conditions amuses him.) He even has a mild special interest in car detailing and cleaning so that the getaway cars for everyone are in top condition, and so that the manor is clean and free of evidence.

Oh and that reminds me that I love to hc that the manor (I make it sentient) looooves Crowbar the most out of any member since he’s the only one that takes care of it. The manor’s architecture shifts constantly to confuse intruders and such, but for Crowbar it shifts to get him to wanted destinations faster. If Crowbar wants to get to the west wing from the east wing, only Itchy has a chance to close the distance faster than him. Ah! It’s so funny! I’m smiling about it now! Aaaa I love them!

And! And and I love to hc Crowbar being super dense in matters of love. In the server (there is rp and I am the dedicated Crowbar rper) I make sure to have him make the perfectly wrong assumption any time someone falls for him bc Cro mentally cannot comprehend someone being attracted to him- OH THAT REMINDS ME OF ANOTHER ONE! I hc that to us irl humans Crowbar is the most normal and even the sexiest felt, but in leprechaun standards Crowbar is like, the ugliest leprechaun ever. Leprechaun standards value weird shapes, weird chaotic habits, and the scrungle vibe, and Crowbar is intimately aware he doesn’t embody any of it, so it’s just like. “Um. I know damn well I don’t make an effort to strive towards beauty standards, so,,, why are you falling for me again? Surely this is a joke? This, isn’t what people are supposed to do.”

On that note though, I think Crowbar has a hard time with charms as a system. He’s effected by it and feels it occasionally, but he does much better with quadrants and carapacians in general. He doesn’t like talking about it with his men because he’s scared they are going to make fun of him for it, but they probably already know what with his little Snowman crush.

Hot take I could do with or do without Snowbar. It really depends on who I’m roleplaying with. For the most part I love it because it emphasizes the fact that Crowbar is just really fucking weird compared to other leprechauns. He’s orderly, he’s bi, he likes things to be a certain consistent way, and there’s nothing be can do about it. It just makes me feel warm inside. If my rp partner doesn’t like the ship though I loooooove to make Snowman and Cro like, slumber party pals. They engage in the tea and girl talk! Wlw and mlm! Snowy is the man’s rock and sense of reason in a sea of idiots.

Though hm, now for other Felt. I do like the idea that Itchy actually has garbage reaction time and is in a state of single focused mania a lot. My mans has trouble sleeping and knowing his environment and it can take a toll on his mind, but when he does sleep his metabolism is too fast for such a long sleep and he has to go into a hibernation state! Like a hummingbird! (That’s @naturallydark ‘shc for the Itchy they rp in the server) aaaa good stuff. Oh and I love to think Itchy is chronically bored and has big issues with being under-stimulated, which is why he is friends with most of the felt and will bother them. The company makes him happy! And when he’s not being a lil fuck, he does know how to cheer the majority of the Felt up when they are down.

On the flip side I love imagining that Doze actually has insane reaction time, his world just slows when he’s stressed, which doesn’t happen as often as folks might think. I imagine Doze’s biggest fear is getting irreversibly maimed so his powers activate during physical combat, but other than that he’s a pretty normal dude. Probably the type to catch a bunch of dishes and have everything land on the tray again cartoon style. Definitely thinks he’s the coolest guy in the room (civilized edition)

Fin is just cute. Man just, swims in the dumbest places. You can never predict when he will be in a body of water. Kinda hates when anyone dumps dead bodies in the canal and will drag them out of the water to toss to the lusi (lusus’s?) wandering the desert when he can.

Clover and Snowman get along really well. Like, Snowman thinks Clover is strangely charismatic, but this is almost purely because the universe loves Clover.

Anything @ontdah does with his Die makes me happy. Just. Anything. Love that angsty man.

Snowman can absolutely take damage without it effecting the rest of the universe. (I despise the fact that the prominent badass female character can’t roughhouse) like, she is a universe avatar. She can just choose to be an avatar of some useless far off planet, she just likes the power trip with being able to stop any fight she’s in by just standing there. Only the Felt know this but they keep it a safely guarded secret and they still respect the rules of it. After all she likes having star freckles when she embodies everything so she actually is in that vulnerable state most of the time. It’s like, her shitty personal version of a Russian roulette, but with the lives of every single person alive. She’s a massive troll. In the most dignified way possible. Stitch thinks she’s crazy, Crowbar finds her fascinating in her selfishness.

Stitch is one of the rarer less chaotic leprechauns, and he gets along pretty well with Crowbar. For the most part he’s the dad figure of the felt despite not being the oldest, and will let any of them silently hang out with him if the fucked up ness of their life becomes too much. The official sawbones, and less official therapist of the lads. Makes sure they have everything they need to handle any mental stuff they struggle with. He helps Itchy with his adhd, works with Matchsticks (more often) and Cro (less often) on their ptsd, helps lots of them with anxiety, rationalizes through Clover’s survivors guilt, and even has chats with Snowy when she’s feeling existential. He is incredibly emotionally intelligent and likes to use that ability for good, however gruff it comes across.

Sawbuck is the nice fuck boi of the Felt and you cannot convince me otherwise. Clover may be the most charismatic over all, but Sawbuck definitely has the most game. The guy is a dream boat, an absolute hunk. Sawbuck is the sexiest man alive and everyone in the felt (no matter how reluctantly) agrees with it.

Matchsticks is a pyromaniac and is constantly curbing his own urges to just burn everything to the ground, timeline included. He’s a REALLY nice guy, but the urges get to him sometimes. (Hc from @ontdah )He has troubles staying present at times and keeps multiple fires burning around the manor for convenience and for reminiscing. Crowbar has to tell Matchsticks when meetings will be hours or even days in advance or else he might not be able to include him. The guy just, travels a lot and is hard to find. His jokes cheer everyone up, but it’s clear he’s not always happy. Stitch and Matchsticks spend the most time with each other. Stitch has personally guided Matchsticks into being more present, but it’s a constant process.

Eggs is fantastic at retelling heists in engaging ways. If anyone wants a retelling of events, they tend to go to Eggs, even if Crowbar has the better memory. It’s more entertaining that way.

Biscuits makes food for the Felt. Without him they would all immediately starve. Some felt know how to cook, but only Biscuits knows how to portion meals to feed all of them correctly. He’s also their silent nutritionist and will give you a look of disappointment if you ever come into the manor with, ugh, FROG FORBID Store. Bought. Sweets. He has standards. Most of his free time is spent in the kitchen and he is the only Felt besides Crowbar who is allowed an allowance for groceries.

Quarters is a gun freak and gives all of them names and backstories like iron dolls. If you handle a gun incorrectly in front of him he’s going to very passive aggressively judge you until you piss him off enough to drag you back into gun training. He taught most every member how to use firearms (except for Stitch, Matchsticks, and Clover) but he has made every single one of them take a firearms course, hosted by himself of course. Snowman and Quarters have long bouts of dark humor involving weapons sometimes too. They started being friends after he taught her how to use a sniper rifle.

Cans is Crowbar’s bean bag and they are bros. They cuddle lots and talk about stuff. I imagine Cans has almost an enthusiastic butler sort of relationship with Crowbar and Crowbar can do nothing to refute this. After many, many, months and years of Cans comforting Crowbar and being there for him and helping him out of risky situations, Crowbar has succumbed to trusting the man fully. Whenever Crowbar is having troubles sleeping he will simply drag himself over to Cans’s room and nap with him. They are cute.

AH! oK DONE! I have more Cro hcs of course but this has taken me ages to type and! I! Need! To go to work soon!

[endersdead]

vent (tw sui, sh, internalized abelism)

fuck i feel so terrible today. i just hate myself so much and there’s someone in my head who wants to sh so bad its making me dizzy & my arms so itchy. i feel so weak and stupid, i just want to be able to do the things my friends can do. they can go out & do our favorite hobby any night of the week and still make it to work early in the morning but im too weak and stupid to be able to. i can barely make it to work every day even without going out at all. and now my friends are so much better at this hobby than me and i just feel really sad and left behind. being weak has always been a big trigger for my sui ideation & my (well meaning) partner told someone i want to impress that im too weak to go during the week and ive been so suicidal ever since. im just tired of this body and this brain it makes me sick. ik i cant kms cuz it would ruin a lot of people’s lives but i want to so bad. i just feel so inferior to everyone. and useless. my partner works two jobs and can still go out during the week, and i hate to feel jealous or compare myself to them but i cant help it. why cant i just do it? why is everything so hard for me? i feel so stupid. fml. i just want to be done why am i even still here. i hate myself so much lol

[yellowcry]

A little red and way too hot

A lot of people in Encanto were sick currently. Of course, Luisa did all she could to help. After all, she was young and strong. There's no way she would actually get sick.

Bad things happen bingo: Chickenpox

One of the peculiarities of life in the Encanto was the almost complete lack of illness. And it wasn't even because of Julieta's gift. In a closed community, all the viruses or bacteria were brought with the first settlers and died in a few years.

So, when the mountains cracked and dozens of visitors came into the village, Encanto was plagued by epidemics. The fact that most of the villagers who were younger than Encanto itself weren't ever sick in their lives and had zero immunoresistance didn't help.

Luisa turned over on her side, groaning in pain. The red blisters on her skin were itching so badly. But she didn't have the energy to do anything about it; her arms were too heavy, and she wanted to do nothing but lie in her bed because of how hot she was. Her head started to ache along with feeling general weakness in her body for a few days before the first ill scrabs appeared on her face.

The doctor, who moved in here a while ago, checked her. At first, it seemed like the flu; many of the villagers were sick with it currently, to the point where you could call it an epidemic. But when Luisa started to become stained, the diagnosis changed to chickenpox. Most people in the outside world were sick with it in childhood, but the village didn't have the virus before; it couldn't just appear out of nowhere. So Luisa couldn't have it when she was a minor; in fact, the only one in the family who was already immune was Abuela. Luisa most likely got sick when she delivered medicines and food to sick villagers. As she was physically strong, she assumed that she would get through any illness easily. Now, lying in her bed, Luisa wasn't so sure anymore. But again, she wasn't really sick before, so maybe this was normal. Either way, she felt bad for all people who were ever sick.

The time was melting together, Luisa wasn't sure how long she had slept or what exactly was going on around her. Memories were a dizzy-fever mess. Her head was hot like freshly brewed coffee, and yet she felt cold. The rash didn't help at all. It was itchy and annoying; the strange ointments helped a little, but it still wasn't a great feeling. And her muscles felt so weak... Compared to it, Luisa had super strength even without her gift.

Sometimes she caught the feeling of a palm against her forehead, but she was too oblivious to her surroundings that she couldn't make out who it was. People were whispering, touching her kindly as her sick from fever brain couldn't make anything that was going on. She knew that sometimes her parents visited her, but only for a short time to prevent themselves from getting infected. Luisa was nineteen, and if she felt that bad... She didn't want to think about how mom and dad would take it in their fifty and forty-eighth years, respectively. And even if they would take it easier, the family didn't need more problems.

"Señorita, how are you going?" Luisa slightly opened her eyes with a weak groan. She stared at Señora.... whoever she was, for a few seconds before her eyes closed again.

"Your body is taking it even worse than expected." Luisa could sense worry in the woman's voice. She remembered something about chickenpox being more dangerous in adults... Or maybe it was a part of a fever dream, because why would kids take it better? She didn't know. But it sounded strange.

The red spots on her body itched so much that Luisa felt that she would've rubbed herself to the meat just to calm it down if she could move her hands. The only thing she was able to do was toss over, feeling the cold pillow against her reddish cheek. People were still talking, but she could never bother enough to actually listen to anyone. Being sick definitely wasn't cool in both senses of this word. 

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Under the Weather

Pairing/s: Lomino (Lola Del Carmen x Domino Swift)

Note/s: Canon Divergent, set after vol 2 in the happy timeline where things go back to normal, I am making the found family a reality

Words: 1.6k

"Domino—quit it, lay down!"

Domino groaned and fell back to the mattress, rolling onto her side and huffing a frustrated breath into her pillow. She sniffed in annoyance, curling herself up into a small ball and glaring out her bedroom window; where just outside she could hear Sonoya and Calax laughing at likely another dad joke from her dad. A dad joke she should have been present to groan and roll her eyes at but secretly find incredibly funny and then toss out one of her own.

Today her dad was throwing a BBQ, just for close family friends, and of course—she was sick.

She'd caught a cold of all things, Lola suspected it was from her late night ride with Sonoya and Cal; they hadn't even been out that long but of course she hadn't accounted for the winter weather and had one less layer on than she should have. And now she was paying for it—feeling utterly miserable and sorry for herself while her friends enjoyed all her dads cooking.

"You did this to yourself Dom, stop moping and get some rest." Lola chides gently, tossing the damp rag she'd had draped over her forehead into the bowl she'd had beside her bed. She was wearing a cute pink romper with a floral pattern, her pink hair half done up with a flower crown provided by Sonoya sat perfectly on her head. She looked like a princess—and Domino looked like a slug. A gross, sweaty, pyjama wearing slug.

Domino rolled over before Lola could turn and leave, reaching out for her girlfriend's arm and holding onto it with a weak grip.

"You'll stay up here with me, right Lo?" She did her best to bat her eyes but with how itchy and red they were she doubted it had the effect she was aiming for. Lola shot her a sympathetic smile but shook her head gently, stepping closer to lean over the bed.

"And catch whatever you have? Not a chance babe." She pecked Domino's sweaty forehead before pulling the covers up to her chin, tucking her in despite her whines and protests. Domino would have put up more of a fight if she wasn't so damn exhausted, her limbs felt like lead and she got a wave of dizziness whenever she tried to lift her head. This sucked and it sucked even more that it was happening during a BBQ she helped plan!

She was looking forward to her dad's classic BBQ pork chops all week. Life was so unfair.

"I'm dying and you're going to go enjoy a hot dog, what kind of girlfriend—"

"Don't even go there as a joke, we know how that goes." Lola gave her a pointed look, putting a hand on her hip and Domino tucked the bottom half of her face under the covers in submission. She had a good point and just this one time she was going to avoid putting her foot in it.

"We'll save you a plate with a lil bit of everything on it, m'kay?" Lola smiled over her shoulder, pausing by the door to catch the forlorn pout and stubborn glare on Domino's face.

"...Yeah okay."

"I love you Dom." Lola cooed, closing the door behind her.

"Love you too…"

Downstairs, Sonoya was perched on the outside setting table, wearing short overalls that complimented her short blue hair that was done up in small pigtails. She closed one eye, sticking out her tongue as he aimed a peanut at Cal's open mouth. She shot—and he caught it!. His arms shooting up in victory as she cheered and clapped for them both. Cal was wearing a simple tee and Jean combo, with his hair done up in a half-do with a flower crown matching the ones on Lola and Sully's heads.

Lola walked out as Sully flipped the last pork chop onto a serving plate; two set aside on a stacked plate already made up for Domino. He didn't skimp when it came to his baby.

"How's she doin'?" He asked as Lola took a seat across from Cal and Sonoya who turned their attention to her as she did so.

"I have a feeling she'll be trying to worm her way down the stairs in a half hour, so better than this morning anyway." She smiled and Sully chuckled, setting down the plate in the middle of the table and taking a seat beside her. He was wearing a Hawaiian shirt with plain shorts,a casual look fitting of a BBQ.

"That's my Domino." He hummed to a chorus of agreements. Sonoya slid back into her seat and the four of them got properly stuck into the food; Sonoya and Cal stacking up their plates while Lola and Sully took one thing at a time to eat.

"I still feel bad for convincin' cricket to come out for that ride last night," Cal muttered somewhere between tearing a piece of a freshly buttered roll and taking a chomp of a pork chop; Lola wincing at the crumbs tumbling down his beard.

"She didn't have to ride through that stream though, it was your fault she got sick Cal, Dom takes her own risks and deals with the consequences." Sononya says through bites of a corn on the cob, eyes closing in appreciation for the buttered veg.

"Not gracefully though." Lola chimes in and the table laughs, broken only by the sound of a window sliding up aggressively.

"I can hear you!" Domino's voice is scratchy and doesn't carry nearly as well as she'd wanted it to and they all tilt their head up to look at her.

"Hey! You're lookin' just fine to me Dom, love the underbag eyeshadow," Cal threw a thumbs up her way with a cheeky grin and she tossed back the finger with an unimpressed glare. Sonoya giggled, Cal lowering his arm as she tugged it down.

"Go back to bed Domino!" Lola shouts up at her with a stern state, tossing her hand up to point an accusing finger at her. Domino shrunk back but let out a pathetic whine, tossing her arms over the window frame and closing her eyes.

"The faster you get some rest the faster you'll be back on your feet, we can plan another BBQ—with no late night ride this time." Sully called up to her, waving his fork at her with a singular sausage stabbed through the prongs. Domino's form sunk away with one last dramatic cry and the table was a mix of shaking heads and amused chuckles.

"What a handful." Sonoya joked, popping an onion ring into her mouth. Calax snorted, mouth full of his hot dog so he could only raise his eyebrows and nod at the sentiment.

"You don't know the half of it." Lola sighed, affection in her tone as she glanced at Sully. He shared a small look, the kind of look saying she was a handful worth dealing with.

Later, after Cal and Sonoya had helped clean up and said their goodbyes, Lola brought up a reasonably filled plate up to Domino. Her girlfriend had been fast asleep, finally for once having taken their advice to heart and catching some shut eye. It almost made Lola not want to wake her but once she was halfway into the room Domino's eyes fluttered open.

"Lo." She croaked and smiled, blinking a few times as she woke herself up. Lola smiled and brought the plate and cutlery over the the nightshade.

"I wasn't sure if you'd feel up for BBQ food but Sully said to just being it up anyway."

Domino's eyes sparkled and she pulled herself up into a sitting position faster than Lola could blink. She coffee in amusement as Domino swiped the knife and fork and dug into the food enthusiastically—Obviously, she was hungry.

"So I take it you're feeling better." Lola smiled and Domino nodded, mouth full of the pork chop she'd been looking forward too and skin looking much less clammy. The food would definitely help, even the greasy stuff. Loa sat on the edge of the bed, tucking one of her long legs under herself and leaning back on her arm as Domino zoned in on the plate.

"Cal and Sonoya said they'd be happy to have another BBQ sometime, Sonoya doesn't have another big race for a month at least so we should be able to figure something out." Lola tucked a lock of hair behind her ear and Domino swallowed her food, wiping her mouth with her fingers and holding her hand in the air before Lola tossed her the napkin she'd brought with her. She knew her Domino.

"Course Cal would be, he loves free food—and Sonoya just loves me." Domino flashed a grin, Lola rolling her eyes and falling back onto the bed. She was right on both accounts, her friends were not very hard to figure out nor did they make an effort to be. Their honesty was refreshing, Lola had enough of double lives and secrets.

She was happy with what they had now, even if Domino still did the occasional reckless thing like night driving through streams during winter.

"Did you have a good time?" Domino's voice pulled her from her trance and she notes then how she leant over her, obviously done with her meal and dark eyes searching her own.

"I always do," she mused, "even the dragging your butt to bed and wrangling you to get ten minutes of sleep wasn't too bad."

Domino grinned sheepishly, the smile melting into something much softer as she gazed back at Lola in a comfortable silence for a few moments.

"Thanks for taking care of me, Lo."

"Anything for you Dom."

[lifubide]

Types of Mold Sickness: Comprehensive Guide to Recognize the Signs and Symptoms

Mold is a common household problem that can have serious health implications if left unaddressed. This comprehensive guide will help you understand the different types of mold sickness, recognize the signs and symptoms, and take appropriate steps to protect your health.

What is Mold Sickness?

Mold sickness, also known as mold illness, refers to a range of health issues caused by exposure to mold spores. Mold is a type of fungus that thrives in damp, warm environments, and its spores can become airborne, making them easy to inhale. When these spores enter the body, they can trigger allergic reactions, respiratory problems, and other serious health issues.

Types of Mold Sickness

Allergic Reactions

Allergic Rhinitis (Hay Fever): Exposure to mold can cause symptoms similar to hay fever, including sneezing, runny or stuffy nose, itchy eyes, and throat.

Asthma: Mold exposure can exacerbate asthma symptoms, leading to increased wheezing, shortness of breath, and chest tightness.

Respiratory Infections

Upper Respiratory Tract Infections: Mold exposure can lead to infections in the nasal passages, sinuses, and throat.

Lower Respiratory Tract Infections: In severe cases, mold exposure can cause infections in the lungs, such as bronchitis or pneumonia.

Toxic Mold Syndrome

Mycotoxicosis: Some molds produce toxic substances called mycotoxins. Exposure to these toxins can cause a range of symptoms, including headaches, dizziness, fatigue, and cognitive impairments.

Chronic Inflammatory Response Syndrome (CIRS): This condition is triggered by prolonged exposure to mold and mycotoxins, leading to chronic inflammation and a host of other symptoms, such as muscle pain, joint pain, and neurological issues.

Recognizing the Signs and Symptoms of Mold Sickness

Allergic Symptoms

Sneezing and Runny Nose: Frequent sneezing and a persistent runny nose are common signs of mold allergy.

Itchy Eyes and Throat: Mold spores can irritate the eyes and throat, causing itching and discomfort.

Skin Rashes: Exposure to mold can lead to skin irritation and rashes.

Respiratory Symptoms

Coughing: A persistent cough, especially if it's dry and non-productive, can be a sign of mold exposure.

Wheezing: Mold exposure can cause wheezing, particularly in individuals with asthma.

Shortness of Breath: Difficulty breathing or feeling short of breath can be indicative of mold-related respiratory issues.

Systemic Symptoms

Fatigue: Chronic exposure to mold can lead to unexplained fatigue and weakness.

Headaches: Frequent headaches, especially if they occur after spending time in a damp or moldy environment, can be a symptom of mold sickness.

Cognitive Impairments: Difficulty concentrating, memory problems, and brain fog are common in individuals exposed to toxic molds.

Severe Symptoms

Fever and Chills: In cases of mold-related infections, fever and chills may occur.

Chest Pain: Persistent chest pain should be evaluated by a healthcare professional, as it could indicate a serious respiratory condition.

Neurological Symptoms: Exposure to toxic molds can lead to neurological symptoms such as dizziness, tremors, and even seizures.

Preventing and Managing Mold Sickness

Prevention

Control Humidity Levels: Keep indoor humidity levels below 60% to prevent mold growth. Use dehumidifiers in damp areas like basements and bathrooms.

Proper Ventilation: Ensure proper ventilation in areas prone to moisture, such as kitchens and bathrooms. Use exhaust fans and open windows when possible.

Fix Leaks Promptly: Repair any leaks in roofs, walls, or plumbing to prevent mold growth.

Clean and Dry: Regularly clean and dry areas prone to mold growth, such as showers and windowsills. Use mold-killing cleaning products.

Management

Remove Mold Safely: If you discover mold in your home, remove it safely. Small areas can be cleaned with a solution of water and detergent, but extensive mold growth may require professional remediation.

Seek Medical Attention: If you experience symptoms of mold sickness, seek medical attention. A healthcare professional can provide a proper diagnosis and treatment plan.

Use Air Purifiers: Air purifiers with HEPA filters can help reduce mold spores in the air, improving indoor air quality.

Improve Home Insulation: Proper insulation can help prevent condensation and reduce the likelihood of mold growth.

Conclusion

Understanding the types of mold sickness and recognizing the signs and symptoms is crucial for protecting your health. By taking preventative measures and seeking timely medical attention, you can minimize the risks associated with mold exposure. Ensure your home is a safe and healthy environment by keeping it dry, well-ventilated, and free of mold.

[heavyeditsnz]

i wrote a short lil draft abt Asahi :) i'd been meaning to post a story abt him for a while but. what started as another short draft turned into smthn that would take Forever soooo

CWs: male snz, illness, (implied) holdbacks

word count: 1k

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"Alright, kid. Last set for the day, go get changed."

The cameraman waved him off, and he finally allowed himself a moment to relax. With a shivering huff he pulled himself from the set-piece he was meticulously posed on, desperately trying to ignore the lingering, droning itch buried deep in his sinuses; an annoying presence that teased and tortured him the longer he was forced to stay still and suppress the increasingly overwhelming buzzing itch building up behind his eyes.

Oh, how Asahi's nose burned; itching, quivering madly underneath his mask.

He was barely aware of a rather loud conversation between the cameraman and some other higher-ups. Even through his fever-addled mind he could make out the distinct voice of his manager doling out orders and making sure this shoot was done on schedule; strong and reassuring even with how crappy he felt. It was enough to coax a weak smile from the sick Octoling, though it was invisible underneath his mask.

She'd kill me if she knew I was sick...

As he slunk off to the tiny dressing room to change outfits, the prickling itch holding his sinuses hostage had flared up again (how many times during the shoot, Asahi had lost count), an uncomfortable TV static-like sensation rising up the back of his airways. His already shaky breathing began to shallow out and his eyes began to water... Oh no.

With a dry sniffle he thumbed at his nose through the fabric of his mask, hoping the texture would soothe away the building buzz in his sinuses. This seemed to appease his quivering nose for now, as the itch prickling the inflamed walls gradually lessened, settling back into the dull buzzing behind his eyes, and Asahi sighed quietly in relief.

The dressing room wasn't that far away, just a few steps left... He'd quicken his pace, pulling the cloth mask from his face as soon as he was out of eyesight, staggering into the enclosed space secure in the knowledge that he'd be home safe as soon as that door was closed, that he'd have complete privacy, with no audience but the furniture and his reflection in the mirror. The door clicked shut and Asahi slumped against it with a slow exhale; thickly sniffling as he reached up to thumb at his nose, cringing when his fingers came back wet. Just one more session, he repeated to himself as he slowly pushed himself from his lean against the door. Just one more, and he'd be home free to sleep this off...

He shivered as he sat down to pull off his shoes. The pressure in his head shifted as soon as he bent over, and the unbearable, static-y itch that had buried itself deep in his sinuses had shifted along with it- creeping up his irritated airways, making his nostrils quiver and flare as his eyes welled up with tears. "hhuh...hh'uhh..." His breathing began to snag, and on instinct Asahi moved his arm up to catch the inevitable sneeze- but remembered at the last second that these were not his clothes, and instead stumbled to his feet and reached for the olive green hoodie he'd walked here in. While he fought off the growing tickle he fumbled through the pocket of his hoodie, searching for and pulling out the travel pack he'd been using instead. The tickling in his nose grew more and more intense the longer it was denied release, and soon itchy tears were streaming down Asahi's flushed cheeks as he unfurled the last piece of tissue from the plastic and cupped it around his twitching nose.

"hhuh'hh... hE'TSSHHHuuh!!" His nostrils flared on contact, and Asahi pitched forwards into his tiny piece of tissue as the prickling static spiked and the sneeze finally erupted out of him, his grip on the corner of the rickety wooden vanity the only thing keeping him upright. He gave a dizzy groan, blinking blearily as the prickling itch settled behind his eyes again and his nose, chapped and tinted the same bright blue as his ink, still twitched and quivered. Unsatisfied.

With a defeated sigh Asahi tossed the used tissue and peeled off his sweatshirt, taking extra care not to let it rub against his leaking, twitchy nose, and carefully folded it before placing it on top of the boxed shoes he just took off, shivering as his exposed skin hit the chilled air in the room— seemingly colder than usual today, the chill racing up his spine triggering another urgent, spiking itch in his tortured sinuses. Asahi thumbed at his nose and rubbed with what he hoped was enough pressure to soothe or at least delay the inevitable.

Every so often he glanced at the box of tissues left on the tabletop. It had to have been there prior to his arrival, sitting unassuming in its little pink cardboard box, clearly having seen use before… Useful, considering his own supply had ran out. Asahi sniffled thickly and reached for the last remaining outfit- thankfully another long-sleeved top, he wouldn't have to worry about shivering himself unsteady during the shoot.

His movements were a bit sloppy this time around, pulling the collar of the hoodie down and brushing against the chapped skin, the brief contact setting off another spark in the back of Asahi's sinuses. He winced and quickly slid his arms through the hoodie sleeves to thumb at his nose again in a futile attempt to soothe the itching, scrunching involuntarily at his own touch as he rubbed and scrubbed and only made the itch worse.

Asahi kept his thumb pressed to his quivering nose as he reached for the unopened shoe box, pulling out chunky white high tops with his free hand to step into. Just one more session. He could do this, he's done this before... He tried ignoring the droning, prickling sensation behind his eyes and focusing his energy on properly lacing up his shoes, but after a while he couldn't focus, and all the rubbing only edged the itch along further to release.

"hh'h? H'hah—..." The hitching came on as soon as he was upright, fast and demanding release as Asahi quickly reached for the box of tissues on the vanity mirror and snatched up a few tissues, cupping them around his mouth and nose before the itch won out and he lurched forwards again. "hAh'TSSCHh—!! snfff—"

The droning buzz behind his eyes settled but didn't go away, his twitching nose still unsatisfied from that weak sneeze. Asahi groaned as he resurfaced, muffling a tired, drawn-out sniffle into the wad of tissues. His nose still itched, reaaalll bad, writhing and twitching underneath the wad of soft paper, but the set crew would be looking for him if he stayed for too long... If he dealt with this now, then the rest of the shoot would go smoothly. It's a good thing his nose was so sensitive today.

Sniffling again, Asahi pressed the flat of his thumb against his twitching nose, still with the tissue in his hands, then rubbed the itchy, quivering appendage in circles in an attempt to dislodge another sneeze. The textured tissue would ease this process along, rubbing and scraping against the chapped and irritated skin around his flaring nostrils, and before long his eyes began to water as the static-y prickling began to move. "Ha'h—...come on..." Asahi gasped, plucking up another tissue for good measure as he tilted his head back to coax the sneeze out. His breathing went shallow, his nostrils flaring as the hitching grew more and more intense. He was almost there, he could feel it. "C-C'mon..." Asahi whispered to himself as his eyelids fluttered wildly, itchy tears dripping down his cheeks as he sat there hitching, trying to guide the stinging, prickling sensation up and out.

"ah'h—...c-c'mohh—..." He needed this. Who knows how long that last session would be? There was no way he could just stay still with his nose itching like crazy. His eyelids flickered shut and Asahi finally wrenched forwards into the wad of tissue with a desperate, forceful "Ah'GTSSCHHuuh—!!" The buzzing static in the back of his sinuses had exploded into an overwhelming itching sensation that had him shivering as he reeled back again with barely any time to recover now that the floodgates were truly open.

"Haahh... Ah'TSSHHII—uuh!! hA'gKSSHHYOO!! Ih'dtTSSCHHIYEW!!" There was little else Asahi could do as he succumbed to that long-needed fit, except for keep the tissue wad pressed to his mouth and nose as he doubled over again and again and again. Each sneeze sent a powerful shiver up his spine and a shock of pain behind his eyes, though it quickly ebbed away into relief afterwards. "Haa'ahh—...uhh'h-.. He'dTSSCHH—eew!! -TSSH'HIIEW!! Huh'h... huhh'h..."

Eventually Asahi's breathing began to slow; glassy, watery eyes finally flickering open for a moment as the burning deep in his sinuses finally began to cool, though not without a final lingering hitch of his breath before wrenching forwards into the marred tissue wad with one last "Ah'KgSSCHHuuh!!!"

The itch behind his eyes vanished, and Asahi groaned in relief, sniffling tiredly as he wiped the damp rims of his flaring nostrils. That fit left him dazed and dizzy, like he'd been whacked over the head with a Roller. The mental image brings a slight smile to his flushed face, figuring that he'd rather deal with that than this painfully itchy cold. But for now, at least, the itch had been satiated, and Asahi blew his nose into the used wad before tossing it.

He'd check his reflection in the mirror as he picked up his face mask again, looping it around his ears and over his mouth and nose. It hid his flushed cheeks and ink-tinted irritated nose well, hopefully enough to not raise any questions from the crew. With one last sniffle and swipe at his nose Asahi (carefully) stood up and exited the dressing room.

Let's get this over with...

[mad4turtles]

For fic requests maybe a donnie sickfic? Hurt comfort the beloved.. (Also i love your writing!)

Oh, I do Love a good sickfic! Sorry, this took so long, life has been kicking my ass :( But I hope you enjoy it!

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Donnie hates getting sick.

Really, though, no one would or should enjoy feeling like their insides are melting, their brains turned to slush or their noses constantly blocked (it's worse when it's one nostril first and then the other one, God.) But Donnie thinks, in his humbly correct opinion, he's wholly justified in his immense dislike of being sick. And it's not just due to the aforementioned reasons. But the actuality is far too... icky, gooey emotional to think too hard about for too long, even if it always pops back around, unbidden and unwanted. He prefers logic over the pile of irrational insecurities that linger in the back of his brain, collecting metaphorical dust. 

The actuality is that whenever Donnie gets sick, he gets really sick. 

Second to Leo, Donnie's immune system has always been bogus. Whenever a bug went around, Donnie was the first to get it, and it hit him like a bus. He'd be out of commission for days until his system finally purged the parasite, letting it spread to the brothers and father who'd hovered over him the entire time despite his protests.

And this leads nicely to the other issue that arises whenever nature decides to screw him: his family will not leave him alone. Ever.

He knows he's not the strongest of his brothers. That title, of course, goes to Raph easily, no question. But that doesn't make him weak. Just like his neurodivergent traits make him different, but no less a person and never a burden (in Dad's words, which, heart clench). Or how his soft shell makes him vulnerable in a fight but also Leo's favourite pillow on nights when it's impossible to sleep. They're all things his family have learned to work with or around to make Donnie's life somewhat easier. He's grateful for it.

All of that goes out the metaphorical bloody window the moment Donnie gets a case of the sniffles. And Raph is by far the worst for it, an all-around mother hen on a good day and a goddamn vulture of virtue during flu season. Except for Rat Flu, then it's every turtle for himself.

So this time around, Donnie deigns to keep this whole situation as far away from Raph's overprotective radar as possible.

Except this time, they've just survived an actual alien invasion by the skin of their teeth. And Donnie's got a raging fever that's higher than anything he's ever had in all his sixteen years alive. Apparently, one does not simply walk away from merging with the central system of a spaceship without bruises, scars and a virus that attacks his body with the proficiency of Dr Delicate Touch yeeting a whole-ass building with his bare hands. Which... actually happened, holy hell.

But they have more important things to worry about in the aftermath of the almost-apocalypse—namely ensuring Raph doesn't go blind in his right eye, or that Mikey's hands aren't forever marred by tearing a hole through reality, or that Leo doesn't die in his sleep.

So Donnie does what does best: he gets to work and ignores the pleas and cries of his aching body. He tends to Leo as he sleeps his injuries off. He dodges Raph's worried gazes like it's an Olympic sport and he's going for gold. He evades Mikey's gentle prodding like he does his responsibilities. 

He's dizzy, itchy and all around just one big green and purple mass of overstimulation, mucus and pain, but he gets away with it.

Or he would have if it weren't for Casey being a snitch.

It's the fifth day after—well, after, and Donnie is hanging by a thread and pure spite. It's all he can do to pry his eyes open, everything sore and just plain awful in a way it's never been the last time he'd gotten ill, his body slumped at an uncomfortable angle over his desk. He forgot to take his battle shell off again, so now his back hurts on top of everything else.

It's worse than Rat Flu, worse than anything, and his shell hurts so bad he feels like crying. He's too tired for that.

So he settles for something simpler. He lies on his bed and lets nature take its due course. Surely, death is a mercy at this juncture.

But the universe has other plans and sends in Casey Jr to intervene.

Future Boy is doing his rounds, hopping between rooms to check up on everyone as Nardo sleeps in the med bay. It's really the one time during the day that Casey isn't glued to the slider's side, which is as endearing as it is exasperating. Donnie has done the math, and math doesn't lie. Leo is going to live. He'll be okay. And if the math is lying, Donnie will beat it raw until it tells the only truth that matters to him.

“Master Donatello, as funny as it is to listen to you wanting to beat maths to death, I'm legally required to ask if you're okay.”

Oh. Donnie cranes his sore neck to find Casey standing behind him. He blinks slowly. Had he said all that out loud?

“Yes, you did,” Casey smiles like this is nothing new to him. It probably isn't. “You missed breakfast, and Raphael asked me to come to find you in case you, erm... were dead? I can't tell if that was supposed to be a joke.”

Oh frick. His ruse. It's slipping. Better catch it before it falls off the metaphorical cliff and lands him in the biggest pile of metaphorical shit. 

Donnie sits up and immediately regrets it, his spine seizing with the rest of him in agony, but he channels his inner Leo and plasters a smirk onto his face, spinning in his chair to face Casey. “Have no fear, Donatello is here. I am very much in one piece, as you can see, and very much undead—no, wait, not dead. I'm—I'm good.” Nailed it.

Casey doesn't look convinced. Phooey. “Are you sure? You look pretty beat. I mean, it's expected given the circumstances, but...”

“Yeah, yeah, I'm good,” Donnie scrubs a trembling hand over his eyes. It does nothing to dull the stinging behind them or banish the spots dancing across his vision. That's new. “I... I may have overslept, but alas, schedules have no meaning after the world literally nearly broke. Like our table—y'know, like the meme?” He snickers. “Has Mikey introduced you to memes yet, or—wait, did you have memes in the future? Jeezy creezy, can't imagine what kind of dark humour manifested in that timeline—also, time is relative according to Einstein, so really, maybe I didn't miss breakfast, maybe breakfast missed me—”

Casey puts his hands on Donnie's shoulders, steadying him as he lists too far to the right and nearly falls off his chair. The touch, for once, doesn't burn or make his skin itch with wrongness—Casey's palms are a balm for Donnie's frayed nerves. But he keeps himself from leaning into it as the boy pins him with an unreadable look.

“Donnie, please don't take this the wrong way,” Casey says with a disarming smile. “But what the actual, genuine hell are you talking about?”

Donnie stares at Casey, blinks slowly through the pain, and says, “you have pretty eyelashes.”

“... what?”

“And your nose. 's a good nose. Good for sniffin'. You sniff out all the bullshit with that big ol' schnozz, don't cha, Jones?” He snickers again, and even to his own ears, he sounds drunk. “Bet that's why you can't—can't stand sitting near Nardo for too long, he's fulla bullshit—oh sweet Galileo your had is so coooold that feels nice—”

Casey presses one palm against Donnie's forehead and hisses through his teeth. “Donnie, you're burning up. Like really bad.”

Donnie leans into Casey's palm, chasing the coolness. He feels a grin stretch his beak, delirious as the rest of him, as his mouth runs like the damn wind. “M' bad to the bone, daddy,” he giggles, “you can't handle all this hot stuff, look at me. Y'looking? I hope not, actually, that'd be weird, like Leo's obsession with the bone guy and his skin brother. That shit is wild, lemme tell you. Leo's so freakin' weird, fully bonkers, but I love 'im anyway—“

“I'm not kidding, you should not be this warm, not even for a regular—oh no.”

“Ah, that piss-talking son of a bitch, I miss 'im. I don't tell him that a lot... oh god. Leo could've died up there, 'n I didn't tell 'im I love 'im... ohhhh I'm such an asshole—”

“Donnie, your shoulders... is your shell hurting you? How long were you exposed to the Technodrome? How long have you been sick and not said anything? Donnie—oh shit!”

The world tilts, colours a gross mix of dull greys and purples, and Donnie's pretty sure he's on the floor. He feels so hot. And sweaty. And he's crying now. Gross.

“I love 'em all so much 'n I never say it, but feelings are hard,” he blubbers. Everything still hurts, but not quite as intense. Maybe that's a bad thing. It probably is. “I'm a bad—bad brother. I lie badly 'n I keep stupid secrets like bein' sick 'n dying but—but Leo, and Mikey's hands a-and Raph's eye, so like, what's it matter that my brain's melting or whatever when Lee nearly freakin' died—”

“Donnie, spirits help me you gotta stay awake, stay with me, please—Raphael! Donnie needs help—!”

He feels Raph's impossibly fast, lumbering footsteps shake the ground, and hears his choked voice call his name like a prayer. And then the world finally, finally, goes black.

~0o0~

'My mouth tastes funny', Donnie thinks when he finally crawls out from the sweet abyss of sleep.

It's a reluctant thing, but he's not mad about it. Nothing hurts, which is a nice surprise. His brain throbs, but it doesn't feel like he's melting or about to combust. His shell itches, but it doesn't hurt.

Huh.

There's something blessedly cool laid across his forehead, the rest of him bundled in something soft and smooth—his finger twitches—oh, his blanket. His special blanket from his special closet of special things for when the world sucks more than usual. Where did it come from? He doesn't remember getting it out.

Oh well. He snuggles deeper into it with a sigh, a drunken smile pulling at his lips. Donnie loves this blanket. He loves whatever heavy thing is draped over him from behind, squishing him tight enough that it's comfortable, like Raph's hugs. He loves Raph's hugs. He loves Raph.

“Purple? Are you with us?”

He also loves his Dad, like an embarrassing amount, and readily leans into the clawed palm that cups his feverish cheek. He doesn't open his eyes yet. Too much effort. “... D-ad?” he croaks and wow, is that his voice? Lordy.

He hears the smile and relief in Splinter's voice—“Yes, I'm here, my son. You gave us quite the scare.”

A cough rattles Donnie's chest and dry throat when he tries to speak again. Splinter carefully lifts Donnie's head from the pillow and brings a glass of water to his lips—beautiful, blessed water, how I have craved thee. Donnie drinks what he can as fast as he can without choking. Splinter chuckles, chiding without heat, “slowly, Purple.”

He takes the glass away, and Donnie smacks his lips. He frowns. “... teeth still taste like bees.”

There's a startled, familiar deep laugh behind him and Donnie jolts. Raph is here? Huh. That explains the weight, he supposes, and how the blanket got here. It's still odd because this is Donnie's bed, which is wedged against the far wall of his car, and Raph's too big to fit—

“You're not in your bed, Don,” Raph is still chuckling, exhaustion peeking through the cracks of fondness and relief.

Oh. He's talking out loud again. Lovely. “... where 'm I, then?” he murmurs.

“You're in my room. In my bed. With me.” Raph's voice darkens slightly. “Because I had to hear from Future Boy that you were too busy dyin' to come outta your lab for breakfast. Two days ago.”

Donnie's eyes snap open.

He sees that he is in Raph's room, wrapped from head to toe in his special purple blanket. He sees Splinter sitting on the edge of Raph's massive bed, which is just an oversized beanbag chair with blankets and pillows piled to the nines, his eyes crinkled by his tired smile. He looks over his bare shoulder (oh, his battle shell is gone, that explains the lack of pain) and sees Raph, his massive frame curled around Donnie's in a loose but protective embrace. He also sees that the smile on his brother's face doesn't reach his eyes at all.

Oh, Donnie thinks, I'm in the deepest of shit.

Raph takes a deep, deep breath through his nose, and Donnie wants to crawl into a pit. “Why,” he says slowly, patiently, his smile replaced with a frown half as deep as his chasm, “didn't you tell us.”

Now that his mind is more or less clear and agony-free, Donnie can list the plethora of reasons why he'd kept quiet: from the smothering and the mothering over the years over every little thing—his shell, his immune system, his 'functions'—to the part where, out of all his siblings, he'd come out of the invasion mostly unscathed. He could afford to ignore his needs over theirs and deal with the aftermath when it came. Once everything was fine and normal again.

But he looks into Raph's eyes—bloodshot, deep bags barely visible under his mask, damp with tear tracks—looks over at Splinter, whose fur is nearly matted and streaked with more grey than before, and finds that he can't. 

Donnie doesn't always understand emotions, not like Mikey does, or even Leo, when he's not busy being a nightmare and an asshole who Donnie inexplicably adores. He doesn't always get why people do the things they do. Emotions are wild, unpredictable, and scary—they lead people to do dumb things like lying, crying, screaming, and sacrificing themselves for their families without thinking about the consequences. Donnie prefers logic, facts, and stone-cold evidence because it's safe, makes sense the way the rest of the world sometimes just—doesn't, not to him.

But it's his love for his dum-dum brothers that made him neglect what his body logically needed to keep going. Made him ignore it. Because it made even more logical sense to look after his family first. Just like they take care of him. Even if they smother him, it's not on purpose. That's their logic. It makes sense to them to take care of Donnie that way. Because they love him.

Logic driven by emotion. The two can co-exist, after all. And Donnie is an idiot.

He shuffles in his blanket prison until he's facing Raph and buries his face under his big brother's chin. Raph twitches, perplexed. “Don—?”

“M'sorry,” Donnie mumbles. He shuts his eyes against burning tears. “Didn't... had to take care of you. Leo's hurt. Mikey's hands... your eye... didn't need me going down, too. You'd focus on me and I—I couldn't... I thought it was the logical course of action, keeping my mouth shut, making sure you dum-dums get better, but—”

He sniffs. Dammit.

“All I did was scare you more,” he admits, shame burning deep, scalding holes in his chest. “All I did was hurt. Now I'm here and, and you're here and D-Dad's here, and you're not with them and—I'm the dum-dum, I'm a burden, now, and I-I'm sorry—”

Raph all but hauls him into a shell-crushing hug, curling around him like a spiky shield against the world as Donnie falls apart. There's a rumble deep in Raph's chest that soothes Donnie immediately—an old trick he's used when they were small to help them sleep when Splinter was away. It doesn't stop the tears, but it helps.

“My son,” Splinter hops onto the bed behind Donnie, reaching to stroke his head, claws gently scratching his scales. “You are never a burden. Your health—your life—is just as important to us as your brothers'.” He chuckles. “You know, for someone so intelligent, the obvious often illudes you. And I'm sure we've just had this conversation with Blue.”

“Doesn't count,” Donnie mutters into Raph. “Leo nearly died—”

“And you could've, too, Don,” Raph says, and what? “Your fever was high as a kite, and your shell—dammit, Donnie, when you said the ship jacked you up, you didn't say how bad. You... you can't do that again. You can't—“ 

His voice cracks. Donnie's heart cracks with it.

He looks up and sees the tears leaking through Raph's closed eyelids, and he can't take it. He struggles out of Raph's grip--out of the special blanket that his big brother had made for him out of love and mother-henning that Donnie thought he loathed but wouldn't know what he'd do without-- and throws his arms around Raph's neck. Raph squeezes him back. It sends an uncomfortable jolt through the soft shell, but he doesn't care.

“Stop,” Donnie begs as tears trickle down his cheeks freely. “Stop that. Stop it.”

Raph sniffles. “Stop what?” he croaks.

“Crying,” Donnie hisses. “I hate it. I physically cannot handle watching you do that thing with your eyes anymore, I hate it, stop doing it.”

A pause. Then Raph is laughing, but he's still crying. “Can't help it, Dee,” he says, nuzzling Donnie's shoulder against his wet cheek. “When your little brothers pull too much stupid crap in a row, it makes me feel some kinda way.”

“Join the club,” Splinter mutters, not unkindly. Donnie feels his tail wrap around them. “We've got jackets and tissues.”

Donnie hugs Raph tighter. “If—If I promise not to do it again, will you stop crying?” It's a childish thing to ask but screw it. Screw logic, screw the Krang, screw this stupid bug, screw everything. “I swear henceforward to abstain from pulling any and all sacrificial, illogical or emotionally driven actions which could be detrimental to my health, yours or the fam's well-being, lest I must bare witness to your incredibly offensive emotional distress—”

“Donnie,” Raph is fully laughing now, bundling Donnie up as he sits them upright on the beanbag bed. Donnie draws back enough to see his watery grin. “I'm not asking for the Declaration of Independence. I want you to stop being a dum-dum and tell us what's up from now on. And I'll... I'll dial back on the smothering thing. I know I do it a lot...”

Donnie wipes his eyes with the back of his hand and shrugs. “Maybe. But I get it. That's how you function. That's how you love. That's... you. And I love you, so... don't change too much?” 

Raph stares. Splinter stares. Donnie cringes, his face hot in a way that has nothing to do with his fever. “No, wait, no, that was bad, no, sorry, that was yuck, can I get a do-over—oof! Aaaaand you're hugging me again. Cool cool cool. That's cool—oh, no, Raph, what did I just say about crying?!”

Donnie just catches Splinter's long-suffering mutter of “Boys,” over his screeching and Raph's laughter as the snapper doubles over with Donnie still in his arms.

Donnie doesn't go back to his lab (from which he is grounded for two days, these bastards) or his own room that night. They all camp out in the living room instead for a mandatory turtle pile, plus Casey and April, who support a limping Leo through from the med bay to join them. 

Donnie's twin looks at him and says, “you're an asshole, Dee.”

“Ey!” Raph scolds from where he's pinned under Mikey, the box turtle using him as a pillow.

Donnie meets Leo's glare and says, “it takes one to know one, asshole 2.0.”

Casey gives himself hiccups he laughs so hard, and April nearly drops Leo.

Donnie ends up squished in the middle of the pile, just like it always is whenever their resident (and only) genius gets a case of the sniffles. Except this time, it was worse, or it could have been. This time, Leo doesn't bother to ask permission to snuggle under the special blanket with Donnie because he doesn't need to. This time, Donnie doesn't complain about the smothering.

This time, Donnie falls asleep with a smile.

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Reblogs are appreciated :3

Send more requests, I love writing these boys :)

[mackjlee9]

Midoriya Izuku x Sick!Male!Reader [Fluff]

I'm currently sick so I made this for myself :p and this is still an x reader, but I added some stuff about me.

Masterlist.

Boku no Hero Academia

When Izuku walked out of his bedroom and to the common room he didn't notice anything weird at first. His green eyes trailed towards (M/n) who was sitting on the couch, a face mask on as he seemed to be drifting off into slumber.

He was used to that sight of the male, he wasn't a morning person, and with all the training he did the night before he was dead tired. No one really paid attention to him when he didn't move from his spot when they started eating breakfast. Coming from quite a poor family, (M/n) wasn't used to eating all three meals a day, something that Izuku was trying to fix.

And thankfully, they had the day off from school, so Izuku thought about doing something special with his boyfriend.

The morning was going by quite fast, some students took their time to train or study while others, took an occasional nap. One of those was (M/n), he was constantly dozing off on the couch, finding it hard to rest when everyone was laughing and joking around. He would've gone to bed, but he worried that someone -Izuku- might notice he wasn't feeling well.

Yep, he was sick. Just a slight fever, a cough, and some nasal congestion, nothing out of the ordinary. At least, not for him.

Being prone to allergies, (M/n) had to take some medicine for them. And now, he knew that it wasn't just an allergy, still, he never liked being taken care of.

However, even if he didn't like that, the moment he stood up so he could go to the bathroom and drink some water for his itchy and throat sore, he stumbled over his feet, avoiding falling to the ground by just sitting back down.

He noticed some stares on him, but he cleared his throat, as if dismissing what just happened, but that only caused him to start coughing repeatedly. (M/n) was quick to stand up so he could leave, trying to shrug off his dizziness, but a hand situated itself on his waist. Izuku held (M/n)'s arm over his shoulder and he looked toward those who were still worried about the (h/c) haired male, while he tried to hold in his coughs, failing a few times to do so.

"I'll take care of him, everyone," his serious tone of voice made a few of their classmates nod before going back to what they were doing.

"You don't... Have to-" (M/n) struggled to say between coughs, trying to pull away from the green-haired male.

"But I want to, come on, I'll take you to my room," after slow attempts at going up the stairs, Izuku managed to hold onto his boyfriend tightly, opening his bedroom door and taking (M/n) to his bed.

He fought with his weak, sick body as he tried to get up, claiming that he was alright.

"You're not okay, now stay still," he said in a matter-of-fact tone while he grabbed a bowl and filled it with some water from his mini ridge, he picked up a hand towel and wet it before squeezing the extra water of it.

Izuku turned around and moved (M/n)'s hair out of his face before placing the cold towel on his forehead. He saw his (e/c) eyes a little glossy, even if they were quite dry due to his high temperature.

(M/n) coughed and closed his eyes tight, the pounding headache he got getting worse. Izuku showed him a small smile and covered his body with his All Might themes sheets.

"You're taking medicine, right?" A weak nod was the only response he got from (M/n), "I'll be right back, okay? Try to sleep for a little." Leaning down, Izuku placed a peck on the male's lips over his face mask.

(M/n) smiled behind the mask, whispering with a hoarse voice, "I love you, baby," Izuku blushed and chuckled before walking out and heading to (M/n)'s bedroom on the fourth floor.

When he went back down and got closer to his room, he saw Yaoyoruzu standing there with a tray in her hands.

"Yaoyoruzu-san?" He called her, causing the black-haired female to turn around, "Do you need something?" Izuku as he opened his bedroom door.

"Oh, no, I just made some tea for (L/n)-san, and Sato-san made some food for him." She followed the green-haired male into his room, watching how he sat down some bottles with pills and a bottle of water on his nightstand.

"Thank you, Yaoyoruzu-san," with a gentle smile, Izuku sat on his bed next to a fast asleep (M/n), "You can leave the tray there," he signed to the tea table in the middle of his room, Yaoyoruzu smiled and bent down slightly, before bowing and leaving the room quietly.

Shifting around on the bed, he took his slippers off and lay on the bed next to his boyfriend, playing with his hair and occasionally measuring his temperature with his hand.

"I love you too, (M/n)," he whispered against his messy, (h/c) hair and he placed a soft kiss on it. "Let's go on a date when you get better."

Softly grunting, (M/n) turned his body until he was facing Izuku, wrapping his arms around his waist tightly.

"Sure... But I'm paying." Laughing softly, Izuku held the male's body against his.

"We'll see about that."

[equestrianwritingsstuff]

Oooooohhh

For bad things happen bingo, could I request 'dragging themself along the ground' for an injured and sick male Supervillain, and him being found by a female hero who saves him despite being an enemy?

Yes I can!

Muddy Rain

@badthingshappenbingo

Warnings: intense descriptions of injuries, broken bones (ribs, legs, collarbone), implied concussion, fever, intense descriptions of vomit, left in a ditch, drugged with painkillers (morphine), headaches, delirium, loss of consciousness, mentions of death, mentions of starvation and dehydration, past torture, IVs, needles

~

Supervillain pulled himself forward once again, dragging his back legs with him, through the thick, black mud. He cried silently, tears mixing with the dirt and blood on his face.

He knew, without anything, not even a mere puddle that he was in bad shape. He could feel the lathering vomit and spit draining from his mouth and onto the front of his ripped up shirt. Mucus and blood from his nose seeped into that same mouth and irritated his cut up lips. He also had a sickening sensation of something sticky running down the side of his face. With his pounding headache, he confirmed that sometime during his torture- most likely one of the recent sessions- his head was smacked.

He wondered briefly if he blacked out at all. Was he ever given that luxury? He didn't know nor remembered.

The rest of his body felt like he was ran over by a semi. He vividly remembered both his legs being broken, that was one of the first pains he received. He also knew that a sledgehammer shattered mutiple ribs and his collarbone.

But the individuality of each injury didn't matter; no, it was the following pain that did.

Supervillain cried as he pulled himself along. He left arm was too weak from exertion, starvation, dehydration, and all that gunk, but his right arm had the broken clavicle.

He couldn't take it anymore. He collapsed on the ground, blackness swarming his vision as he lost consciousness.

He came to, or thought he did. The raging fever was making everything hazy and disoriented. He slowly and shakily brought himself to his arm, pulling himself a couple more feet before he keeled over again.

On the ground, he watched the headlights push through the pouring rain. Weakly, he raised a hand for help, but logic told that no one could see him.

Defeated, he laid his hand down. His head lolled in the mud. Vaguely, he realized he was in a ditch- right where his captors discarded him earlier, right when the rain had started.

He let a couple more tears slip from his eyes before once again trying to move. But the sudden movement sent a dizzying rush through his head and he nearly tumbled over again. But he dug his fingers into the cold ground and held fast, though the cars on the highway sent a nauseating feeling of vertigo through his being.

He didn't possess the strength to lurch forward and vomit, so he endured the painful stomach convulsions and allowed the puke to stream out of his mouth. He sucked in his stomach in an attempt to atleast keep it away from his shirt, but the effort was too momental and used too much precious energy. The majority of the vomit fell on his chest.

He sighed and tried to step foward. He prevailed, broken and bent legs painfully going over a rock. He cried out hoarsely, looking at the headlights once again. How he wanted just one of them to pull over and gather him in warm arms so he could sleep peacefully without a care in the world.

He shivered, feeling a chill run down his spine. He would get hyperthermia soon, pass out, then die. Atleast it would be painless.

His arms supporting him gave out and he crumbled to the ground. How many times has he fallen over? How many times has his body pleaded with his will to give up? Countless.

"Help," he murmured weakly, though it was in vain. If the cars couldn't see him, then how could someone hear him in the pounding rain.

But, a delirious mindset made him to it- a faux hope that someone, anyone, would save him before he died. Blackness coated his already dimmed and blurred vision, threatening to take hold again. Smiling, barely lifting his lips, he closed his eyes, only for them to shoot open with a loud, blasting noise.

He slowly, blinked his eyes open, dizzy with a headache, and looked at the scene above him. A car, a car, was pullled over, headlights shining directly on his soaked body. He lifted his head, but it swayed mid-air, so he dropped it into the mud again.

A humanoid shape sauntered over to him, holding a light. It pierced his eyes, sending an aching throb to his head, but he kept them open, desperate to see his savior.

"Sir? Are you okay?" The person was a girl, nervous voice elevated in pitch. Supervillain didn't reply. Unconsciousness was already trying to pull him under again.

"Do I need to call an ambulance? Oh gosh, you have a bone popping out of your leg. Yes, ambulance. Where's my phone..."

"No!" Supervillain exclaimed, lurching forward, hand extented weakly. "Please, don't," he begged, voice quivering.

"Oh my gosh. Supervillain?" The person asked, she crouched down to get a better look at his face. Supervillain let his head flop downwards, hoping it counted as a nod.

His eyes fluttered shut, blackness encassing him. The last thing he heard before he fully lost consciousness was, "Supervillain, hey bud. Stay with me. Oh my gosh stay with me, please."

Supervillain woke up screaming in pain. Everything hurt from his head to his legs and everything in between. He thrashed his head around, completely unaware of the new surroundings.

"Stop!" He cried, shrieking. To him, his world was a mass fury of agony and memories of torture. He rolled to his side during this outburst, wailing even louder when he jostled his collarbone.

"Help!" He screamed, pounding his fists into the ground. No this was soft- mattress.

He was being tortured in bed, he realized trying to pull away from his fantasy.

"Hey, hey."

Words.

Supervillain screamed again as he tried to shrink away from them. His captors always spoke to him.

Hands grabbed at his biceps, thrusting him flush against the bed. He whimpered, ducking his chin into his chest to dodge the inevitable backhanded slap.

"You need to stay still, buddy, okay? The morphine isn't working," the words spoke again. Supervillain sniffled, feeling an uncomfortable rattle in his chest. He wheezed, throat suddenly itchy.

One hand trailed down to his elbow. Suddenly, he was very aware of the small discomfort in it. A needle and bandages.

Soon, he heard a click and a cool sensation flooded his veins. He groaned, blinking open his eyes, and looked down at his elbow. Through his blurry vision, he could just make out a white wrap around his elbow and a line leading to a bag hanging from a metal stand.

He stiffened as another wave of pain hit.

"I know," the voice said. "Painkillers aren't working."

But they are, Supervillain thought as his eyelids drooped. They didn't take away his pain, but gave him this almost overwhelming sense of euphoria as he slowly drifted off.

"Yeah, bud, you rest," the voice said. A hand ruffled through his hair, then everything faded into nothingness.

But, before he truly passed out, a single thought infiltrated his drugged mind,

The voice sounded like Hero's.

[viveey7]

I’m going to get very real and be vulnerable for a second with you all about my pregnancy experience… so bare with me and this long post.

I’m 36 weeks today although pregnancy is beautiful and I have very much so been blessed with my sweet little boy being so healthy and strong, living inside me the last 9 months growing so well each day, feeling his kicks and rolls always brings me so much joy and peace.

There is a darker side to my story I didn’t think I would ever have to tell as I am one of those people who have always dreamed of having a little baby and thought oh my pregnancy will be all magical and glowing. Well the truth is pregnancy isn’t always all that it seems to be on social media and isn’t always as easy as we want to think it can be..

The first trimester was tough because I was diagnosed with Hyperemesis gravidarum it’s actually less common to be diagnosed with this as it’s like morning sickness but all day everyday and I couldn’t eat or drink anything really the first three months. I was loosing weight and not gaining any weight at all until about 20 weeks. I was on medications that helped a little but I really lived off of rice and ginger anything and even then the things that were supposed to help me feel less nauseous made me feel worse.

Second trimester; wow what a relief I felt amazing the sickness started to go away and I felt like I could live again, well all of the depletion of nutrition from the first trimester caused my body to go into a shock like state, I started to faint at random and had severe hot flashes and dizzy spells, turns out I was severely anemic and iron deficient now which my body was making me feel weak and tired all the time; after multiple transfusions and visits to labor and delivery for fluids and getting on special iron medication it finally started to level out for me, at this point I was put on modified bed rest at 28 weeks.

Then my water started to leak a week later and Jameson tried to make an appearance early (too early) they gave me a steroid shot for his lungs preparing for the worst and were tempted to see my cervix shut but instead the medication they gave me stopped pre term labor and I was on my way. At this point I’m 30 weeks and dilating at 1cm with my cervix soft. I was to be watched weekly and monitor my contractions with a journal for my doctor to look at every week as I had them constantly and it was the real deal not just Braxton hix.

Entering the third trimester I started to really nest and gather myself again feeling more energized day by day. Then I got hit with PUPPPS: which stands for pruritic urticarial papules and plaques of pregnancy.

In simpler terms, PUPPP rash is a patch of itchy, hive-like bumps that form in the stretch marks on your belly and spread to other parts of your body during pregnancy it is also marked as a rare condition. Well all was fine it was just on my tummy the first 2-3 weeks and manageable, then it all of a sudden had my entire body covered within a week swollen raised splotchy patches of hives mixed with tough lizard like skin and hands that I didn’t even recognize anymore. It got so extreme I had every doctor at my hospital in OB checking me out because I had the worst case they had all collectively ever seen in their careers. I got switched from my midwife to the leading OB physician because this was so out of her league. I got admitted after a week of the rash spreading so severely and nothing working, $200 in OTC medicine, topicals, lotions you name it nothing was giving relief to me. They prescribed Benadryl and Zyrtec to which it did nothing and gradually got worse. Once admitted they pumped me full of an IV steroid and for the first time in 3 weeks I wasn’t clawing my skin off.

Due to the constant discomfort and extreme levels of pain this rash had caused it spiked my blood pressure to a dangerous level and we almost had to induce Jameson early two days ago, however once they got my itch to subside yesterday in labor in delivery after 6 hours and multiple IVs and steroids I finally had found some relief and my blood pressure went from 169/90 to 116/72 (which my whole pregnancy it had been around 116/72-120/72) baby was being monitored very close and he was happy as a clam in there. The dr on call came in and had a chat with me about my labs and since my blood pressure stayed high for so long it started to cause my kidneys to produce excess protein in my urine, only by about 6 points But they felt it was safe to send me home and I have an appointment every Wednesday until I deliver in 2-3 weeks. They told me every appointment I need to prepare to be induced in case those proteins decide to jump any higher than they were yesterday. So now the clock has started and it’s really almost time. After all of this I still wouldn’t change a thing about getting pregnant. This has made me such a strong person inside and out I have faced the toughest challenges physically and mentally I never thought I would be facing. I truly believe what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger now.

I thought pregnancy was going to be perfect in every way and it wasn’t for me however it doesn’t change the fact I still believe that pregnancy is the most beautiful blessing you could endure no matter what happens during it.

I get to hold our son in my arms and all of this will have been worth it, he is my lifeline. He has been the reason I hold on, he’s the reason I have found myself fighting so hard to continue and push through all of this. This experience has made me the mother I have always seen myself to be; strong.

I just wanted to share my story with you all and let you in on the journey that has brought us to this moment. Our bags are packed, car seat is installed and the nursery is complete. We are ready for you Jameson Lee Staton, my sweetest little angel.

I get to love you the rest of my life, so thank you for being there for me every day with every kick, every moment we have shared together the last 9 months while you have been in mommies belly, I know you, I feel you, you make me the strongest most courageous mommy in the world.

Do not fear, for I have redeemed you; I have called you by name, you are mine. When you pass through the waters, I will be with you; and through the rivers, they shall not overwhelm you; when you walk through fire you shall not be burned, and the flame shall not consume you. For I am the Lord you God, the Holy One of Israel, your Savior.

-Isaiah 43: 1-3

[thethem]

Did someone order a sick first officer? 😇

33%

A persistent virus was floating around the Enterprise and 33% of the crew were knocked out with something comparable to the common cold but with stronger symptoms. Every department of the ship was understaffed, even the bridge. The captain himself was confined to his bed so the first officer took command.

Although the Vulcan was sure he couldn’t catch this pathogen, he begun to feel a bit uncomfortable during alpha shift. Normally his duty was over three hours ago but Mr. Sulu left the bridge with a high fever. Luckily it was a calm day. Nevertheless Spock had to stay another twelve hours.

During beta shift only he, Ensign Chekov and two technicians were at the bridge. The other crewmembers had on-call duty. It was almost one in the morning when Spock felt worse. He was definitely suffering from a fever – the temperature on board seemed to be lower than before but of course that could not be.

Around two a.m. his sore throat made it difficult to swallow and his muscles started to ache. He had tried to ignore his scratchy lungs and itchy nose but it got harder any minute.

At four a.m. it was impossible for him to suppress the symptoms any more. The whole bridge was quiet expect of some devices beeping regularly.

The first officer pinched his nose between index and thump when the urge to sneeze overwhelmed him. The fit was perfectly stifled and yet seemed to be loud in the silence.

“Hngxt! K’ngxt! Ngxt! Hkngx!”

While Spock was still sneezing, Chekov turned around and watched him. The fit ended with a brief cough.

“Are you alright, Sir?”

“I’m fit enough to… He’kishh!” A sudden sneeze surprised Spock and he barely managed to cover it with his sleeve.

“Bless you, Sir. You do not sound very vell.”

A wave of dizziness hit Spock. He closed his eyes and took some deep breaths to get over it but the changed breathing triggered another violent sneezing fit. He cupped his hands over mouth and nose, head turned aside.

“Heh..Eh’kechoo! Hih…K’Isshh! Hishh’ISHH! Hek’KISHOO! Hee… Ehh… HEH’KISHHSHOO!”

Meanwhile Chekov was on his feet and standing in front of Spock.

“Sir, I think it vould be better for you to go to your room.” The boy said a little insecure.

“I understand your concern, Mr. Chekov, but I fear I can not go. We need someone to command the bridge and until Captain Kirk and Mr. Sulu…” Spocks hoarse voice broke and he was interrupted by hacking coughs.

“I… I can do zat! Really! Nothing happened the vhole day!” Chekov announced confident.

Spock felt like he was about to loose the control over his body. He was sweating and shivering at the same time and it was getting harder to concentrate. It would be most logical to return to his quarters and take some rest to be recovered (even a bit) in case of an emergency. It took all the power he had left to exit the bridge without another sign of weakness.

“Mr. Chekov, you have the conn.”

[peachysnzs]

genshin snz headcanons

i caved here are literally All my genshin snz headcanons cause im thinkin so hard rn

albedo

def sneezes in fits but tries to stifle whenever possible

uses his elbow most of the time, but sometimes when hes especially deep in a fit he ends up just sneezing desperately in the air

quiet and breathy

tries to make his sneezes as discrete as possible but the further in fits he gets, the more desperate his sneezes sound

every time he has a buildup to a sneeze, he kinda just shudders leadin up to it yknow

he always tries to be cautious and not get anyone sick when he is sick bless him

ok this fucker inhabits an ice mountain theres no way he doesnt get at least a *couple* colds

mona

sneezes in likes twos, threes

this is so unoriginal bcs hydro vision but like her sneezes are def at least a bit wet-sounding

uses tissues when avaliable, but if not she just kinda turns to the side

loud and high-pitched

she sneezes relatively suddenly and it takes her by surprise sometimes

tbh mona feels like somebody who’d have allergies and being all sniffly and miserable looking and still try to deny that shes allergic to anything and that youre stupid for thinking so. very tsundere.

speaking of sniffly her nose probably just constantly runs like a tap when shes sick

she wouldnt even try to keep her germs to herself and would be disgusted at sick ppl even if she was the one to get you sick

hu tao

literally almost never sneezes* but when she does its singles

uses her elbow and covers her mouth, ty hu tao for being a good snz role model

kinda low and naturally soft

long ass fucking buildups! her nose just kinda itches for a whole two minutes and her breath wavers before she sneezes quickly

so for the asterisk * i kinda lied, she sneezes up a storm only when sick, she has kinda a subpar immune systme so whenever shes sick she just is stuck with sneezng consistently through the whole day til shes dizzy

jean

also sneezes in singles, occasional doubles

alternates between using hankerchiefs if avaliable or just her elbow

i feel like jean is the type of person to like excuse herself right before succumbing to a fit

small sneezes, decently graceful

i feel like shed had a dust allergy honestly

jean literally will not take sick days even when she has awful colds, and while she tries not to get ppl sick she does a kinda awful job at it

amber

two to four usually

elbow once again, but sometimes when shes gliding she cant really use her arms so she just sneezes in the air

squeaky def, high pitched

she def has hayfever and one day opens her glider and its just covered in pollen

no build ups to her sneeze, just a sharp inhale and then the snz

eula

we already saw her snz so

either single sneezes or long ass fits, no inbetween

sneezes into her gloves, but when her sneezes start to get messy she switches to a hankerchief

breathy and feminine

cyro characters get colds cause i say so

no fr tho eula just miserable w a cold and just constantly having to duck foward and sneeze into her gloves

half of her cold is her denying shes sick even when she looks absolutely horrible and the other half is complaining about how miserable she feels and demanding people to do things for her

childe

doubles usually

he sneezes into the air or in his hands this fucker would never sneeze in his elbow

messy and desperate

long! ass! fucking! buildups! he tries to hide the hitching with his builds ups but hes not at all good at it

his sneezes get so much messier the sicker he is, until hes practically just dripping

dont be decieved by the way he hides being sick, he desperately craves being coddled whenever hes sick because of his home life

suprisingly good at caretaking

diluc

triples and quadruples i feel like

elbow primarily, but sometimes uses tissues

loud and rough

he tries so hard to hide his allergies but it never works because his sneezes are always so loud

fuck it give him all the allergies

his voice gets stuffy so quickly when even in like a five foot vicinity of flowers, and his nose itches so much to the point where it feels like hes just constantly building up to another sneeze

has probably sneezed on someones drink at least once while he had a cold

kaeya

almost only fits and he fucking hates it

he usually pinches his nose to stifle but if he cant manage he either quickly goes for the elbow or just ducks his head down and sneezes towards the floor

shaky and itchy-sounding if that makes sense

yknow that little gasp people do sometimes before sneezing i feel like hed do that

never takes sick days unless forced to by jean or diluc, and ends up shambling through his daily tasks shaky and feverish and sneezy

he tries to stifle but it really does not work

rosaria

singles, and if u catch her sneezing she’ll probably make you swear to silence

literally just in the elbow

honestly i feel like shed sneeze like a kitten, or just really high and femme

she sees being sick/allergic as a sign of weakness so fights sneezing very hard. like u can see the visible effort she makes pinching her nose and shit after her breath hitches even once

also one of those dumbasses that stifle way too much and doesnt take sickdays

ningguang

doubles unless shes allergic, then its fits

she has a fancy ass lace hankerchief she carries w her speficially for snzs to look ‘proper’

she forces her sneezes to be elegant, sneezing naturally is loud tho

small buildups but v audible breaths building up to a sneeze

she has a good immune system but when she does get sick she gets it bad and tries to cover up her flushed face and red nose with makeup

without people around her she just lets herself be miserable while sneezes, lettting out small little “..guh...” after a particularly bad fit

beidou

doubles or triples

beidou would also like never use her elbow, shed sneeze in her fist even if the sneeze is messy as hell

loud and proud of it

look all im saying is beidou is a walking health hazard whenever sick, she doesnt try at all to keep colds to herself and can and wil sneeze into her hand only to shake yours seconds later 

no buildups, just sudden sneezes that scare the shit out of people tho

very very fucking messy

half the time does not care if shes sick, she doesnt really feel like she needs to take sick days because she doesnt feel that bad and stuff like that

lisa

singles and occasional doubles

she keeps tissues on her and uses them relatively often

delicate and proper

the idea of lisa having a dust allergy is just everything to me, like she blows off dust from a book and ends up stuck for a few minutes with her nostrils flaring until she finally sneezes desperately into a tissue

rarely gets sick, but when she does milks the hell out of it to be as lazy as possible. like “oh im feeling so awful rn, maybe a kiss will make me feel better?~”

venti

fits fits fits

hands or elbows, really depends on how hard the sneeze hits him

decently loud and a bit high pitched

look venti is an anemo god all im saying is when he sneezes the wind picks up, and when he has fits its enough to push you over

to remedy this he just avoids everyone when sick and avoids cats with a a passion

buildups are very breathy and desperate

his nose runs so much near cats and he makes a godddamn mess of himself the longer hes around them

cats absolutely love him regardless

xiao

he gets fits only bcs i say so

literally either just the air or his hands because nobody ever taught him that he should like cover his mouth properly when sneezing

quiet but messy

the idea of xiao w just torturuous buildups does something for me. he’ll be stuck there w his breath hitching and hazy eyes for like a whole minute before he finally just ducks into his hand and makes a mess of himself

he does not understand being sick and absolutely hates it when he does get sick, 100% tries to power through it and ends up a fucking mess by the end of the day

his sneezes get stuck so often

his nose gets so fucking flushed and twitchy after a while of sneezing

ganyu

doubles or triples

sneezes in her elbow most of the time

soft and low

when she gets sick she gets so sleepy, her sneezes just kinda draw all the energy outta her and she usually ends up taking a nap

shes allergic to dogs too bcs why not

she doesnt want to bother people when sick or get them sick too so she usually takes copious sickdays until shes absolutely certain that she cant get anyone sick

zhongli

triples literally always for some reason

either into his fist or into a hankerchief

low and masculine, a bit loud

doing the same god shtick with him, the floor tends to shake whenever he gets particularly sneezy and stuff on cupboards can and will fall over when in the vicinity

no buildups really, hell just be in the middle of talking and then he blinks a bit and then sneezes roughly

he doesnt really take sick days but he doesnt really deny hes sick either, just kinda tries to get through the day despite feeling awful