#do you ever get sinus congestion?

[skyarly]

do people who do like, wide cheek piercings just delete their sinuses

[inkdrinkerworld]

Chronic Flirt

Cw: fluff, reader has a very bad sinus infection, Sirius is a flirt, they like each other, lots of pet names hehehe

Of course the day you go into the pharmacy looking a wreck, you have to see him.

You’re in a pair of jeans and a washed out Spider-Man shirt, a jacket over it to help with some chills- but it’s not the focus. You feel like crap and Sirius is on rotation today.

It’s fate. It’s how it always goes.

God damn the dust and pollen in the air for making your face blotchy, puffy and red.

God damn it a second time that you’re congested and nasally when the pharmacist around your age- Sirius- seems to get in.

Sirius is a pharmacist that’s very pretty and loves to flirt with you and it makes your skin tingle.

He smiles when you come into view, skin a little flushed when you walk straight up to the counter.

“Hi sweetheart, is that from an allergic reaction or are you happy to see me?”

God you wish he wasn’t so good looking because then you wouldn’t care this much that you’re sure there’s more hives cropping up on your cheeks. You snort despite yourself, willing your body to not betray you this once.

“Sadly the dust, nothing I’ve got is working anymore.”

You’re peeved just thinking about it. You’ve tried every single sinus medicine that they’d ever invented and if it didn’t make you tired, it just didn’t help.

Sirius frowns, his perfectly arched eyebrows drawing together. “That doesn’t sound good, sweetness. Nothing’s worked at all?”

You shake your head, “And I get drowsy off everything.”

He nods sympathetically, “Can’t take much of it either if you’ve got to be at work can you?” He tuts and flips through what you assume to be a log book.

Only then you’re only allowed to marvel at how soft his angular face looks for a moment before you’re taken over by a sneezing fit.

Sirius passes you a handful of tissues and hand sanitizing gel. A look of concern and sympathy on his face as he can no doubtedly see the redness that comes to your inflamed nose.

“Say, have you used the rinses before? I can give you something else for the hives, but the congestion is my main concern.”

You shudder as you chew the inside of your cheek, it feels silly admitting but it’s the truth, “I’m scared of them.”

Sirius lets out a little puff that you know is a chuckle, “They work better though. We’ve got this one,” he pulls a white and blue box from the shelf behind him. “It doesn’t mess up your track or anything. Would keep all that swelling outta your pretty face.”

You roll your eyes to hide how much you warm up by the compliment, “How many times can I use it in a day?”

Sirius slides the box to you as he rattles off, “Once a day should do it, two sprays in each nostril. Blow your nose before you spray, swallow after each spray and then you’re brand new.”

You eye the box dubiously. “Two sprays once a day?”

Sirius nods, a little smile on his face at how hopeful you sound. He can’t help it but lean across the counter, little black strands of hair caressing his cheek making him look even a little dreamier.

“What if it doesn’t work?” You ask, shoving your hands into your pockets to keep from reaching out to touch the loose hair.

Sirius smiles, a wicked one that’s more attractive than it should be. “Then you can come in and I’ll personally try to create a new drug that’ll work.”

Somehow, you feel like Sirius really would try his best.

“Just for me?”

Sirius nods, “Exclusively yours, doll.”

You roll your eyes again, but bite your lip to keep the smile off your face. He’s a good flirt.

“What about the hives? Calamine lotion?”

You’ve done this rodeo before.

“You’re whip smart, yknow that?” Your cheeks flush a little. “Should go away after a couple rounds of it, but if it doesn’t work you can come back for hydrocortisone.”

You nod, “Can I just go get a juice and come to pay?”

Sirius nods, reaching out quickly to tuck a bit of hair behind your ear. “Take your time gorgeous, are you gonna get your usual orange passion fruit?”

It warms your heart a little that Sirius has taken note of it. You look over your shoulder with the tiniest of smiles and find Sirius with his cheek propped up watching you.

“Yeah and probably a chocolate bar.”

“I don’t have anything for cavities, and I don’t think you can get sweeter, sweetness.”

You shake your head, a little giggle following you and all Sirius can think is he has to ask you out soon.

[mamaestapa]

Colds and Cuddles|| Jamie Drysdale x reader

• pairing: Jamie Drysdale x reader

• summary: Jamie takes care of you and gives you all the cuddles you need when you come down with a bad cold

• warnings: sickness, colds/sinus infections, tooth rotting fluff, Jamie being the sweetest human ever<3

You sat up in your bed, propped up with a couple pillows and sniffling softly as you reached for the box of tissues sitting on your bedside table. You pulled a lotion infused tissue out of the box, bringing it up to your red nose. A look of disgust took over your features as you blowed harshly into the tissue.

You definitely had a cold or a sinus infection.

You started to feel under the weather after your night out with friends on Friday night. You shrugged it off as just a little congestion since the weather has been in fluctuating like crazy in Philly. However you woke up Sunday morning feeling much worse.

You picked up your phone from the bedside table and decided to call Jamie, who would be on his way home from morning practice. The phone rang three times before Jamie picked up, his soft tone on the other line making you smile.

"Hi pretty girl, how you feeling?"

"Hi Jamie baby," you sniffled, cringing at the sound of your nasally voice as you spoke. You laughed slightly, "Like shit."

You could hear Jamie's frown through the phone as he spoke, "I'm sorry baby. Do you want me to pick anything up for you?"

"I don't think so, just you please."

"Of course, I'll be right over."

You smiled, sniffling softly once again, "See you in a bit, I love you J."

"I love you more, baby."

You hung up the phone with a soft sigh and another sniffle. You hated being congested. You hated being sick. You just wanted Jamie home so he could cuddle with you. Jamie was the best when it came to cuddling, and he always knew how to make you feel better.

You got up from bed, deciding to fix freshen up a bit before your boyfriend got home. Since getting a new place together, you and Jamie only live about ten minutes away from the arena so he'd be home fairly quickly as long as traffic wasn't too crazy. You brushed your hair put on one of Jamie's old Ducks sweatshirts, one he had worn during his rookie year that you loved so much. After freshening up in the bathroom, you got back into bed and picked up your phone that was laying on your pillow.

Jamie had texted you, letting know you he was on his way and that he was stopping at the store to pick some things up for you. You smiled warmly at his message as you replied. Jamie was the best boyfriend.

About ten minutes latter, you heard the front door to the apartment open. Jamie walked down the hallway and into your bedroom. A frown appeared on his face as he looked at you with sad eyes. You looked miserable, propped up on your pillows and snuggled under the covers. Your eyes were droopy, heavy with sleep and sickness.

"Hi baby," Jamie cooed as he walked over to you. You smiled softly at your sweet boyfriend, "Hey Jamie Baby."

Jamie got close to you and placed the back of his hand on your flushed cheek. You brought a hand up from under the covers, placing it on Jamie's forearm as he checked you for a fever.

"How are you feeling?"

You sniffled softly, "Pretty shitty, "but at least now I have my hot boyfriend here to take care of me."

Jamie shook his head, laughing at what you had just said. Your comment made his cheeks flush, matching the shade of pink like yours. However, Jamie's wasn't from a fever. Yours was.

"You definitely have a fever." He observed, flipping his hand over so he could cup your cheek. You nuzzled your face against his palm, making Jamie smile as he started to softly stroke your cheek with his thumb.

You nodded, "I took my temp after I called you. It was one hundred one point four."

Jamie's smile faltered as he took in your appearance. Your cheeks were flushed from a fever, your eyes were heavy with dark purple under eyes, and you had a pink nose from the constant dripping and blowing.

"Does anything hurt?"You closed your eyes, wincing softly, "My head. My throat too, but I think it's just drainage. I cant stop sneezing either."

"You poor thing," Jamie said, voice laced with sorrow as he continued to gently stroke out cheek, "can I get you anything?"

"Just you," you said as you smiled softly at Jamie, "just you holding me would be great." Jamie smiled at you as he dropped his hand from your cheek. He slid his tennis shoes off and walked over to the opposite side of the be, his side of the bed. Jamie sat down on the bed with a soft groan as his tired limbs thanked him for taking a much needed break. Jamie carefully laid down beside you, holding his arm up for you to cuddle into his side. You adjusted your position so you were now tucked into Jamie's side, resting your head on his chest.

"Are you comfy, sweetheart?"

"Very." you nodded, pulling the comforter up so the material covered Jamie too.

"Good." Jamie said softly. He brought his left hand down to your head, running his fingers through your hair while and scratching your scalp every so often. He hoped it would lull you into a much needed sleep, which it did, but not before you thanked your boyfriend for being so sweet and taking care of you.

"Thank you for taking care of me, Jamie baby."

Jamie leaned down and pressed a gentle, loving kiss to the crown of your head, "There's no need to thank me, baby. It's what I'm here." He squeezed you gently as he finished speaking, "I hate seeing my girl sick. I'd do anything to make you feel better."

"Anything you say?"

Jamie shook his head, chuckling softly, "Not that. Gotta get you feeling better first, Mrs. Drysdale.”

"Mrs. Drysdale? I must've missed my own wedding then." You teased, poking Jamie in his side. Jamie grabbed your left hand and laced his fingers with yours. He started to play with the gold band of your simple engagement ring that was wrapped perfectly around your ring finger.

"I'm sorry, future Mrs. Drysdale."

You chuckled as a smile pulled at your lips. The smile didn't stay on your face for long though as the pain in your throat started to feel worse.

"Hopefully I'll be better tomorrow." You said after cleaning your throat. Jamie hummed, rubbing your arm lovingly as he spoke, "I hope so too. Now," he brought his hand back up to your head, slowly running his fingers through your hair once again, "get some rest, okay?"

"Okay." you said quietly as you sniffled. Tiredness was already taking over, and soon enough you were fast asleep on Jamie's chest. Jamie didn't mind if he got sick, all he cared about was making sire you were comfortable and feeling better.

Being tucked into Jamie's side and wrapped in his arms did just that.

hi loves!!

not only could all us jamie girlies use some fluff after his injury today, but i’ve been promising to get this fic out for weeks now.

life happened though and college was kicking my booty once again, BUT it’s finally done and updated

this is dedicated to @guerrillateezsworld (who i said i’d write this for weeks ago. thank you for being so patient my love. i appreciate it so much and i hope you enjoyed this!) and to @mxqlss (i hope you feel better soon my sweet!) i love you both, thank you for always being so sweet and supportive🤍🤍 you’re AMAZING!

as always, thank you all so much for all the love and support you continue to give me personally and on my writing. it means the world!🫂🤍

now jamie drysdale…PLEASE be okay :( the girlies and me especially cannot take you being hurt again. so please please be okay

[thebrimstoneclub]

Being Sick Is The Worst

*You're away at college and have caught just the worst virus imaginable. And the only medicine is Eddie. AKA, I'm so very sick and would like Eddie to take care of me too*

The knock at the door is the most painful sound you've ever heard. For the past few days, your head has been on the verge of splitting in half, cracking open from steadily building sinus pressure. A hoarse groan comes from your cracked lips in your best attempt in asking who decided to interrupt your attempt at a nap. After your last class of the day, you dragged yourself to your dorm room with no intention of leaving bed unless absolutely necessary. Due to an outburst of people coughing and refusing to cover their mouths, you had fallen sick with a vicious bug. As your first experience being sick entirely on your own, it was far from pleasant. You had been more focused on trying to just survive through classes between shots of cough syrup.

"Special delivery," a voice calls out in response. Sitting up stirs another coughing fit, but you force yourself out of bed. With your blanket wrapped around you, you shuffle across the room and crack open the door.

This was clearly a fever dream. It's the only explanation for Eddie standing in front of you, grinning playfully and bouncing with nervous energy. Even in your fugue state, you just want to hold onto him. You throw your arms around his shoulders and burrow your burning face into his chest. Your congestion muffles the familiar soothing smell of him. His warm laugh fills you as he slips his arms around your waist to hold you just as tightly. 

"My poor princess," Eddie murmurs between kissing the top of your head.

"You're here?" you croak, tilting your head up to squint at him.

"Uncle Wayne said you called yesterday," Eddie answers and brushed your frizzy hair away from your clammy forehead. The foggy memory returns: you feeling as if you were both being burned alive and thrown into ice water, grappling with the phone for a few minutes before finally dialing the familiar number, your raspy request for Eddie and Wayne apologizing that he wasn't home yet.

"But you're here," you repeat. Your mind is too heavy and slow, still trying to process anything beyond just how it feels that Eddie's holding you.

"Of course I am," Eddie beams down at you. "What sort of knight would I be if I didn't ride my steed as fast as I could as soon as I heard my princess was struck by the plague?"

"My knight," you laugh, even though that causes the pressure in your chest to swell and ache even more. You very much want to kiss him, but the sheer amount of snot coursing through you causes second thoughts. So, you resume pressing against his chest as much as you can. Which also helps since it feels like you might drop to the floor at any moment. Eddie must sense this since he gently tries to nudge you backwards towards your open door.

"Let's get you back into bed, huh?" he says when your legs stagger but don't really move in any direction.

"You're always trying to get me into bed," you tease before coughing with such vigor that it feels like your lungs might be possessed.

"Can you blame me?" Eddie winks slyly at you. He squeezes your waist before turning you around to walk into your dorm. You certainly look as if you were struck by the plague, with a red and dripping nose, bloodshot eyes, rumpled pjs. But Eddie still thinks you're as perfect as ever. He helps you back into bed, tucks you under the blanket, peppering in light kisses to your forehead. You finally notice the small bag he carried. More coughing keeps you from speaking so you weakly wave at it.

"I wasn't sure what kinda sick you were, so I just got a mix of stuff," Eddie explains with a sheepish smile as he unpacks cans of Ginger Ale, crackers, soup, cough drops, tissues. You manage a few sips of the soda and blow your nose until it hurts too much to continue. Eddie sits on the bed, gently rubbing your leg as you do. "At least eat one of the crackers? When was the last time you ate anything?"

"I had tea this morning," you mumble while Eddie opens the package.

"Tea's not food, sweetheart." He shakes his head, but his smile remains kind. You relent with a nod and manage to eat three of the crackers before it's too much effort to keep sitting up. Eddie tries to move as quietly as possible while cleaning up. You're burrowing into the blankets and pillows, trying to find a balance between the fluctuating temperatures.

"Wait..." Your mind is starting to work again, as Eddie crawls into the bed next to you. He doesn't get under the blankets, propping himself up on one arm to wait for you to continue. "Today is Wednesday..."

"Is something happening on Wednesday?"

"There are classes tomorrow."

"Sweetheart, have you seen yourself? You can skip a class or two."

"No, no, no," you shake your head, then wince from how painful it is. It takes another minute for your train of thought of resume course. "You have classes tomorrow!"

"So? It's not as if I haven't taken them before." Eddie shrugs before resting his head on the pillow next to yours. If you had the strength, you'd swat at his arms, continue the argument. Instead, all you can manage is a grumble and a nudge to his shoulder. But Eddie knows you well enough to know the words you'd say if you were properly coherent. He kisses your forehead again before sliding in close to you. "This is all about worrying over you, alright? We can worry about me next week. And yes, I do have someone who will lend me their notes. And yes, I will turn in all missed assignments. And no, I will not be leaving your side until you can breathe without collapsing."

"I made it all the way to the door without collapsing," you offer, but you aren't really protesting his instance on saying. Your arms snake around his waist and you quickly (or as quickly as you can) transfer your head from the pillow to his chest. If you were feeling better, Eddie would run his fingers through your hair, but he knows when your head hurts you can't stand anything touching it. So, his hands, which rarely stay still, settle for rubbing small circles over your lower back. He feels so cool and soothing against you, like your own personal ice cream on the hottest day of the summer. You wriggle in closer against him with the hope it might be the cure for your fever.

"You did, and I'm so proud of you," Eddie laughs softly and kisses your temple even softer. A soft hum slips from your lips. Having Eddie truly felt better than any medicine. You almost feel like a functioning person again.

"I'm really glad you came," you whisper after a weak cough.

"Yeah, well," Eddie can't help but chuckle, even though he refrains from making a joke. As much as he wants to, his worry for you is battling against it. You've both seen each other sick before, but he's never seen you this bad before. You're shivering even though you're burning up, and there's little color left in your skin. Eddie can feel the rattle in your chest with each shallow breath. He doesn't know at what point a doctor needs to be called. Does a college campus even have doctors? You and Eddie are so good about taking care of each other, but tend to let self-care fall to side, which is why Eddie decided to make the long drive as soon as Wayne told him about the call. He knew you wouldn't do anything beyond collapse from exhaustion. To prove his point, he asks "When did you last take something?"

"Advil, this morning," you answer after having to think for over a minute.

"It's not morning anymore," he says, looking around your room. Something that looks like Advil sits on your desk, but fetching it requires leaving the bed. No wonder you hadn't taken it again. After another tender forehead kiss, Eddie attempts to slide out from under you. One hand clutches his tee shirt. It's an instinct anytime he gets out of bed, but this time it's a little tighter.

"I'm so tired, Eddie," your words slur together a little.

"I know, darling. I know. After you get this Advil, and some ginger ale, you can sleep. I'll even tell you a bedtime story," he reassures you while resting his hand on top of yours. He knows how much you love it when he reads to you or regales you with dramatic reenactments of Hellfire sessions. It succeeds in convincing you to release him. Eddie practically jumps across the room to grab the medicine and return to your side as swiftly as possible. A hand on your shoulder helps you up enough to sip enough ginger ale to swallow the pill. Eddie wordlessly offers another pair of crackers that you eat without protesting. After blowing your nose a few more times, you slump back onto the pillow.

"Love you," you continue to mumble as Eddie lays down next to you again.

"Love you." Eddie gently repositions you so you're resting atop him again. One hand slide under the back of your shirt to try and provide a bit more relief. Both your legs are tangled together in a familiar way. You can barely keep your eyes open at this point, your body getting heavier. Eddie's heartbeat in your ear is a steady melody, complimented by his warm voice, weaving the story of a noble princess and her love-struck knight defeating a most foul plague.

[fluffyllamas-23]

Can I request some super sick Steve with a bad cold/sinus infection and Bucky being all cute and protective? Canon or AU! Thank you :))

Okay so I somehow missed the part of your ask where you requested that Bucky be cute and protective. I think I got the cute thing, but not sure about the protective thing. I hope you like it anyways! I'm on a real Stucky kick and this was so fun to write.

(Modern AU Stucky with post-serum Steve bod bc I can lol)

“Which pumpkin do you want?” Bucky asks, hands on his hips as he stares down at the pumpkins in the pumpkin patch they’re visiting.. 

Steve shrugs, wrapping his jacket tighter around himself as he shivers. “I’m good with whatever. Hey, can we stop for hot chocolate or tea or something on our way home? I’m freezing.”

“God that sounds incredible. Absolutely.”

Steve sniffles, rubbing at his nose. He reaches down to pick up one of the pumpkins near his feet. “hhh’ISCHih! Snff! Sorry. This is a good one.”

“Bless you. That is a good one,” Bucky agrees, looking at the large, round, bright orange pumpkin that Steve has in his hands. Steve adjusts the pumpkin, holding it like one might hold a baby on their hip.

When Bucky just stares down at the other pumpkins without making any move to pick one, Steve quirks a brow at him, “so…are you going to make a decision for yours, or are we going to be out here all night?”

Bucky rolls his eyes, “it’s a very important decision.”

“Clearly.”

“Can’t pick the wrong one.”

A tickle blooms in his sinuses, and he rubs at his nose again, trying to ward off the impending sneeze. “Oh god no. Can’t have that. World War III might start if you pick the wrong pumpkin.”

“So you see my dilemma.”

Steve turns away from Bucky, “Ih’tschiew! Nng’tsch! Snff! Excuse me.”

“Bless you, sweetheart. Okay, I think I found one.” He says, walking a few feet to pick up one of the pumpkins he’s had his eye on since they got there. 

“Well thank god for that,” Steve chuckles. “I was starting to worry we’d die here before you ever made up your mind.”

“I’d probably have gotten us out before we died,” Bucky says. Steve is still fussing with his nose when Bucky looks up at him. He looks deeply bothered. Bucky’s eyes soften, “hey…you okay?”

Steve nods, trying not to wince when he swallows past the sudden sharp, raw feeling in his throat. “Cold and windy out. That always bothers my nose.”

“Let’s get you warm, then. Still want to stop for tea or whatever?” 

His breath hitches again, and he muffles a volley of sneezes into the crook of his arm.  He nods, sniffling and trying once again to get rid of the itch that just does not want to leave his sinuses. 

He scrunches his nose. “Y-yeah that s-hih…hih’TSCH! Tsch! Ihhh…hih’tSCH! Snff! That sounds ndice-hhh’ISCHih! h’sschUH! SnffSnff!...Snff! Oh mby god, sorry. Do we have andy tissues in the car?” Congestion seeping into his voice, blurring all of his consonants together. 

“I’m not sure…are you feeling okay, Stevie?” Bucky says cautiously. 

Steve grimaces, “I think I might be getting a cold.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bucky frowns, nudging him with his shoulder as they walk to pay for their pumpkins. 

“It’s ndot a big deal,” Steve sniffles. “I’mb finde. I really dond’t feel that bad.”

“Okay…you promise?” Bucky says, and they both set their pumpkins down to be weighed. He hands the man behind the till his credit card and looks over at Steve.

Steve holds up three fingers, “scout’s hondor.”

“You sound like shit.”

“Gee, thagks. I’mb finde. I swear. It’s just a cold. I’ll take sombe mbeds whend we get hombe and ndap.”

Bucky decides to drop it, but he suspects that Steve is bullshitting him.  The fact that he’s volunteering to take medication and have a nap instead of needing Bucky to sweet talk him into it is suspicious as hell. This never happens unless Steve feels downright awful. 

But he isn’t going to get anywhere by forcing the issue if Steve isn’t ready to admit he feels awful. 

So Bucky pretends he believes Steve.

*

“I’mb finde,” Steve says sharply as Bucky casts him what feels like the umpteenth concerned glance that car ride. “Stop looki’gg at mbe like that.”

He’s spent the majority of their drive to the coffee shop, and now on their way home, sneezing and coughing and sniffling. He’s sounding worse and worse, and Bucky can’t help the fact that he’s worried. 

He’d been fine this morning, albeit a bit tired-looking and sounding, but nowhere near this level. It just kind of seems like it hit him out of nowhere with zero warning.

“I’m not looking at you like anything,” He says nonchalantly, glancing at him out of the corner of his eye as he pulls onto their street. 

“Y-yes you-hihhh…oh for the love of god-hih’TSCH! Tsch! Ihhh…hih’tSCH! Snff! hhh’ISCHih! h’sschUH! Snff!” He sighs in frustration as Bucky pulls into the driveway.

“Bless-”

“-Dond’t say it,” Steve grumbles, rubbing his forehead. All of the sneezing has given him the worst headache. It’s throbbing and pounding behind his eyes and in his forehead, and he doesn’t care for it one bit.

“Stevie, come on,” Bucky says softly, putting a hand on his thigh.  It’s like the touch melts him completely, and he suddenly deflates, sniffling pitifully. “It’s me. You don’t have to hide how you feel with me.”

Steve sighs in defeat. He’s right. There’s really no point in denying it any longer. He knows Bucky isn’t buying it.

He sure wouldn’t.

“I dond’t feel great, Buck.”

“I know,” Bucky says gently, giving Steve such a soft look, he could cry.  “Come on, let’s get you inside. You can change and pick out something to watch and I’ll grab you some meds. Sound good?

Steve coughs into the crook of his elbow, “yeah that sou’ds great.”

*

“Okay, I really think we need to get you to a doctor,” Bucky frowns, looking down at the thermometer. “That, or this thermometer is broken.” 

He had thought Steve felt warm while they were cuddling, but he wasn’t expecting the number it beeped in at. 

“What’s it at?”

“102.4.”

“....Oh,” Steve mumbles, taking stock of how he feels. He grimaces when the conclusion he comes to is really bad. “Ndo, I thiggk that’s right.”

He’s been sick going on five days now, and it doesn’t seem like he’s getting any better. He’s getting worse, in fact. He’s been so congested and sniffly and sneezy that he was having a hard time getting any sleep. All meds did was take the edge off, but not enough to let him get more than a couple of hours at a time before he was awake again. 

He’s exhausted and achy, and Bucky hates how listless he’s been.

“How are you feeling? What’s bothering you?”

“Awful. Everythi’gg. Mby face hurts,” Steve groans, eyes closing. He feels so congested that his eyes feel swollen.

Bucky winces, “I think you might have a sinus infection, Stevie.”

Steve feels his face gingerly before inhaling sharply and dropping his hands. “Ow.”

“God, yeah, this definitely sounds like a sinus infection.” Bucky groans, “let’s go to urgent care…get you some antibiotics, maybe some steroids…and stronger pain meds.”

“Cand we go later? I’mb tired.”

“Sweetheart, the sooner we go, the quicker you’ll feel better,” Bucky says, stroking Steve’s cheek. “I know you don’t feel well and going to urgent care is the last thing you want to do, but you need medical attention.”

It takes some more convincing, but eventually, Steve relents. 

Or, rather, Steve allows himself to be bribed with a milkshake (and as much soup and as many snuggles as he could possibly want). All this in exchange for being a good patient (and not a pain in the ass, which were stipulations Bucky may or may not have added to their agreement), and going to the doctor. 

*

Finally, after what feels like forty eight hours, they’re finally home from urgent care. Bucky claims it was only three hours, but Steve thinks he’s probably lying to spare his feelings. 

He’s not sure why Bucky would need to spare his feelings, but there’s also no way that only took three hours. 

They’ve been to the pharmacy already and have picked up his antibiotics and steroids, as well as the milkshake Steve was promised. 

“Okay,” Bucky says, shutting the door behind them. “I’m going to put these away, you go get comfy in bed and I’ll bring you your meds and some tea and then we can cuddle while you nap.”

“That’s a great pland,” Steve sniffles. 

“I thought you might like that,” Bucky smiles, stroking Steve’s cheek. “Let’s get you feeling better, yeah?”

They go up the stairs into their bedroom, and settle in for another quiet few days until Steve is finally feeling better. 

They also finally carve those pumpkins.

[caspersickfanfics]

OKAY!!! I have been released to spew emotional sickie headcanons and tropes and more and I’m thrilled

now ofc not all of these may fit the current fic you’re working on but these are some of my favorites 🥰 AND these specifically I think apply to Cyno

You already captured it perfectly but- the insecurity!! Cyno just losing his confidence and all of the deep rooted fears come to the surface with him asking “are you mad at me” like when a sickie is just so sensitive that any criticism they’d normally brush off hits exactly where it hurts the most. Cyno fears failure in my mind, and Cyno probably HATES letting Nari down the most.

also- irrational sickies. Like sometimes when your fever is that high or you’re just that unwell it doesn’t matter anymore you’re just upset. For cyno i feel like he’d be crying a lot of frustration tears too?? Like at first he’s just upset cuz he thinks nari is mad and every insecurity he has ever had is so raw and loud right now and then he’s crying AND THEN he’s upset, because he got upset! And now he’s crying because he is embarrassed he started crying and he just can’t figure out why he’s crying so much and ‘I can’t ever do my job again cuz I just can’t calm down’ full on spiral. I love this especially when the caretaker takes a clinical calming approach, helps them focus on breathing, and explains “baby, you’re sick. You have a high fever, and sometimes fevers can make our emotions yada yada whatever” and then like, tries to get them to have some water or just holds them.

I also feel like Cyno would start out trying really hard to keep it together and it would result in him just pouting? Like after nari assured him he isn’t mad or however that plays out, nari can see he’s still upset. And he’s trying to not let it show, but the second Tighnari asks him if he’s okay, the tears instantly pool, and he can’t really explain why? 🥺

I will die on the Cynos love language is physical touch hill with pride. He probably didn’t realize it till later in life but he wants to be held. He wants to feel safe. He likes deep pressure and hands in his hair and he wants to be compressed (I may be projecting but whatever)

NIGHTMARES!!! I also am very much sold on the idea that feverish Cyno has wild fucking dreams. Some fueled by his past ofc, but ALSO I’m thinking about you AMAZING fic where Cyno wouldn’t sleep cuz of anxiety and general fears that he’s a monster and will one day hurt tighnari. I feel like, he’d wake up just in pure, sick, panic cuz he dreamt that Tighnari was sick or hurt or killed or whatever and he couldn’t help him, no matter what. So he wakes up confused and scared cuz maybe nari stepped out, or something. Idk I love the idea of his fever brain being more concerned for nari and forgetting that he’s the one sick.

now for some more physical tropes

when an already congested character cries so much they just get MORE congested. Also as someone who eyes have swelled shut after crying too much I am biased to that as well. Like you cry fall asleep and then wake up just blind 🤣 OH and post crying sinus headaches

there’s also throwing up from said panic- or from crying which we have already seen a bit with Cyno in your other work as well. So we know for a fact that fear and anxiety makes him sick to his stomach 👀

self soothing?? Like when asleep, to they rock themselves, or rub their hair between their fingers or try and get really small and tight. I’m not sure if this fits for Cyno but I feel like there’s potential possibly from years of having to deal with illness as a baby on his own.

glassy, watery eyes, whimpers, dehydration from too much crying. Body aches, from flu but also from exhaustion. All wonderful things imo

AND the caretaker- when sickie is emotional it’s so so good when they talk them through whatever it is they are doing next. Even if it’s just to ground them. Cyno is probably used to the silent treatment from his childhood. So after nari gets him to settle I imagine Tighnari just, calmly talking to him or explaining what he’s doing next, or why he’s feeling what he’s feeling or what plant he found etc would really help remind cyno that he’s not being abandoned and no nari isn’t mad at him. oh!!! And last thing- I think- when the emotional sickie, gets upset AGAIN but this time it’s because they are overwhelmed with affection and are just, so grateful for their loved ones that they don’t know what to do. they finally feel they are safe and loved and then they cry all over again lmao

That’s all…..for now 😈

HELP I am!!!! So on board with all of this oml this is incredible!!!!!!!!!

Fear of failure fits Cyno SO well and like! I think it's in a bit of an unconventional way? He's not sensitive to just anyone deeming him as having failed. He genuinely doesn't care what most people think (based on him resigning from his position in canon to do The Right Thing according to his own beliefs). It's only the people who's opinions he values and respects (...Tighnari. also Collei. I could see him getting really sappy over accidentally doing something to upset Collei when he's sick. Or perceiving that he's not been good enough to her etc etc). And I think with Tighnari it's like. He values his opinion so highly, the absolute last thing he wants is to disappoint him.

Irrational sickies, so cuteeeee. My brain connected this one to the nightmare one and like. I just had this thought of. Tighnari is used to Cyno having these really intense, traumatic nightmares. So when he's sick and has a bad dream, Tighnari is thinking in that direction. But then it comes out that Cyno's dream was actually reliving the moment from earlier that night, where he asked if Nari was mad at him, except in the dream he actually was??? And now he just. Won't be convinced otherwise.

Fully agree about the point on physical touch!! Characters who were either overly manhandled or received little to no affectionate physical touch as children (OR BOTH, which may well be the case for Cyno) growing into touch starved adults >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

Honestly, I need to write more of Cyno pouting. Thank you for reminding me and motivating me with such a lovely image of him tearing up and not knowing why, I adore that!!

Ugh yes I always lean in the direction of throwing up from crying because that's how my brain is wired, but I love these sinus/eyes/muscle achey consequences too!!! Like. Baby omg </3

Uhm. The self-soothing point. Is one of my favorite things. I had never put a name to it but!!!!!!! I'm so glad you put it into words!!! I DO think this can fit for Cyno, although I imagine it comes up a lot less when Nari's around because he's always going to reach for him first (re: touch as Cyno's love language). If Nari steps out, maybe he comes back and Cyno's hugging himself because he couldn't hug Nari. It might come up more with another caretaker - Collei, Alhaitham. Maybe Kaveh but I like them being cuddly with each other, too. OH the thought of Tighnari coming to help out and finding Cyno self-soothing, all curled up really tight, and knowing he's resorted to that only because Nari wasn't there sooner and Cyno doesn't trust anyone else enough to get close when he's feeling really bad????? *cries*

And yess!!!!! Caregiver communication is so good, especially with the context you gave of a possible history of silent treatment. Yeah. Like. Cyno having been experimented on as a little one, not being told anything, and just silently enduring because getting upset would make things worse. Maybe when he's really feeling awful he tries to hold the emotion in because he doesn't want to get in trouble for it, but Nari picks up on it and is so gentle and reassuring and good at opening that door of two-way communication. Reminding Cyno that he's here to care for him, and also that Cyno's bodily autonomy is going to be respected </3 and then the comfort cryyyyy freaking. Ugh. He's hugging Tighnari and suddenly Nari's shoulder is wet and he's worried, starts to pull away but Cyno just squeezes him tighter and whispers "thank you." Nari gets it, then, and he just holds him and lets him cry it out.

(Also we must have some kind of psychic connection because the next scene I had written was Cyno waking up from a nightmare and getting upset because he doesn't feel right 😂 Idk if that fits the irrational sickie trope exactly but like!!! Close enough lol)

This is all. Ahhhhhh!!!!!!! Just so fantastic!!! Thank you so much!! For sharing all of this with me!!!!!!!!! Genuinely made my night <333 I see that "for now" and :DDD Please feel free to continue or share other headcanons/tropes/etc. whenever you wish!!!!

[laurelnose]

good news! I don’t have a brain tumor 🥰

so basically what happened is

mid-december: i acquire Debilitating Migraine, 10 out of 10 worst pain I’ve felt in my entire fucking life Migraine, worse than the time I spent three weeks recovering from major surgery completely sober because I am inexplicably resistant to just about every class of painkiller I’ve ever tried Migraine. (I actually only rank the surgery experience about a 6 out of 10 on the pain scale.) we get the migraine down to Bad But Manageable by locating several new Christmas light strings that turned out to be flickering at speeds the human eye could not detect but my human brain certainly could and throwing them all out. I make a doctor’s appointment.

last week: I finally see my PCP. she prescribes me a triptan, which is an abortive med that is meant to stop migraine attacks. the triptan decreases the headache but does not remove it entirely. also, the damn thing keeps getting worse again. I try it three times over the week, which is the maximum number of times you’re supposed to take a triptan in a month. almost like you’re not supposed to have more than three headaches in a month or something?? weird. well, technically I haven’t had three. it’s all the Same Damn Headache.

this same day I also pick up a topiramate prescription, which is a preventative. i am advised i can start the topiramate even if i am not pain free. maybe if i give it a day or two it will help even if i am currently having an attack??

wednesday i see my PCP for followup and tell her i am still in pain. she offers to get me squeezed in to have an intramuscular toradol (heavy-duty NSAID) shot. this kicks in within 20 minutes and doubles my migraine pain. I was at 3-ish and now I am at 6 and unhappy about it.

i do not come back down from the level the toradol kicked me up to. i survive thursday by not doing very much of anything.

uh? holy shit? yeah, sure?

friday the pain becomes unbearable. back up to an 8, which isn’t the worst it’s been but it’s also Day Forty Fucking Two and I’m so tired. I leave work early & go to urgent care where they pump me fulla benadryl and dexamethasone. absolutely none of this is fun — the dexamethasone feels like a panic attack and the benadryl makes me dizzy and light-headed + makes it very hard to think of words? what the shit do people take benadryl recreationally for? but! the pain diminishes dramatically. after the IV’s done they get me in for a CT scan and are like hey! you don’t have a brain tumor! (I was not actually worried I had a brain tumor but it’s always nice to rule it out.) but you do have a sinus infection and a bunch of fluid buildup that’s probably triggering the migraine. (really? but I haven’t been congested?) yeah, no, it’s really deep in there. do you wanna do antibiotics and sudafed about that to clear up the fluid?

saturday morning the head pain is back but it’s mild and it feels LIKE A FUCKING SINUS HEADACHE and not a migraine anymore oh my god. Guess what kinds of headaches are fucking fixable and tend not to be intractable and unpreventable. It’s also like, a manageable amount of pain? It hurts but I feel okay?? I get thru work without taking my breaks in the dark with a heat pad? I look at headlights on the dark road coming home and am not immediately debilitated? 😭 Maybe in a week and a half when the antibiotics course is done I will actually just be Fine??

I really shoulda gone to urgent care back in December. Too bad I didn’t quite realize you could go to urgent care for migraines until I’d seen my PCP for the first time and that couldn’t happen earlier bc, well, appointments are hard to come by.

I’m wondering in hindsight if the triptan WAS kicking the migraine more effectively than I thought it was and i couldn’t tell because I had a sinus headache underneath (which kept bringing the migraine back). this also explains why I was getting decent results with Vick’s VapoRub LMAO. Like some people do swear by menthol for migraines but it was probably helping the congestion too.

anyways this is why I’ve been quiet. I will be quiet for a little while longer probably bc the sinus headache is still not fun but it is getting better. in fact i had to get up and eat breakfast to take my antibiotic but it is sunday and i don’t actually want to be awake so i think i’m going back to bed

i am never letting anyone talk me into taking another NSAID ever fucking again.

[itsallsternutation]

Berni's Burny Nose Part 3: A Change of Season

Part Three Wheeeee!

I'm sorry this one took a bit longer for me to publish. I had a lot of stuff come up. Anyway, here's part 3 (also on SFF, same place as before)

Berni's Burny Nose Part 3: A Change of Season

Ever since she started being sneezy, Berni thought she would hate the seasons for the rest of her life. Spring was the month where it had all hit her, and the southern pollen sure hadn’t helped. Ever since her diagnosis, Berni had always sneezed and sniffled and sneezed and sniffled all the way from February to May. Summer wasn’t that much better. From April to June, Berni’s nose ran, her eyes watered, and both itched. And of course, there was always more sneezing. Berni had done the math and found that out of the entire year, the only times when nothing was actively blooming were December, January, Early February, and July, but even then she usually had some kind of lingering irritation. Regardless, Berni would have resigned herself to perpetual allergic misery even in those months if she did not have to suffer through fall.  She hated the Fall. It was by far her worst season for her allergies, even if it only slightly outpaced her suffering in Summer and Spring. However, there were two decisive factors which made fall the greatest belligerent of her three pollen seasons: the start of the new school year and cold and flu season. Like clockwork, Fall dredged up not only Berni’s hay fever, but her insecurities about it. From the year she developed her allergies, it seemed like every year the people around her found them even more insufferable to be around. All the people who she once thought were her best friends for life seemed to trickle away year after year, and Berni’s first year of college perfectly exemplified this. She had come to college with no friends, with only her allergic misery to keep her company. However, as it was also now cold and flu season, Berni knew it was all about to get even worse. Something about Berni’s hay fever, the sleep she lost because of it, and endless worrying she did about it made it so that Berni had been extra susceptible to getting sick ever since she developed allergies. She always seemed to get frequent colds, especially in winter, when she should be convalescing from her fall allergies, and they always made her even more miserable and gross.  Berni was always snotty because of her allergies, but was almost always very fluid. She would be congested, then she would sneeze and blow it out, then new congestion would take its place, but having a cold always disrupted this cycle. The mucus in her sinuses would always harden like cement, becoming almost impossible to dislodge without taking decongestants, but those always dried her up and made her snot come out in thick globs. She would become tired, even more so than with her allergies, and she would always develop a deep sinus headache. Worst of all, the mucus would never just stay in her nose, it would usually make its way to her chest, or linger in her sinuses enough for her to develop a sinus infection. 

“Hey Bern…”

She would be miserable, and of course, no one would want to be around her. Why would they be? By the time she started college, she didn’t care anymore. She had already resigned herself to the fact that she’d always be alone.

“Berni are you okay?”

Berni snapped herself out of the allergic fugue she had been sinking into. She had been sinking into it a lot lately and normally didn’t even care about it, but she couldn’t do it now. She was with Sam and they were in the middle of the dining hall: “Huh?” she asked in dreary confusion.

“Are you doing okay?” Sam asked with concern in their voice, “you kind of drifted off a bit there.”

Of all the people to enter Berni’s life and make her feel terrible about herself, Sam was by far the most unexpected. The day she met them was going very consistently (groggy allergic misery mixed with severe feelings of loneliness) until that Latin class. Berni had met more than a few people on that first day of class, but something about Sam was…different. “I-I’m okay. I’m just…I’m just a little tired. That’s all” she reassured them.

Since she’d developed her allergies, Berni had heard more than her fair share of passive-aggressive “bless you”s and frustrated offers of tissues, but Sam was different. They had seen Berni when she was at her most pathetic and miserable and they hadn’t just offered her their handkerchief, they took her out to lunch. “You’ve been tired a lot lately, haven’t you?” Sam asked.

It had been a few weeks since then, and since then, but those weeks had been some of the most wonderful weeks of her life. She hadn’t needed to worry about her parents or her “friends” anymore, and Sam had done nothing but make her happy. They had hung out with her, they had asked her about what she liked and what she was interested in, they had sat there and listened intently to her explain how programming worked when she knew that they didn’t understand a thing she was saying. “Listed…Samb…I’mb sorry aboudt whadt happed the day we mbet,” Berni said stuffily and apologetically.

These last few weeks with Sam had been…amazing. Being with them didn't just make Berni feel the way she did before she had allergies, it made her feel better. She had been able to open up to him like she hadn’t been able to in years, even when her allergies were bad. Around them, she was able to be the smiling, happy, talkative girl that she had always been inside. Even when she sneezed or snuffled or blew her nose, they were always just right there, not going anywhere, ready to give a “bless you” and a smile. “What are you sorry about?” Sam asked, confused.

But over the past few days, Berni had started to wonder if maybe that amazing feeling would come to an end, that when her allergies picked up (which they were) or when she got sick (which she would) that…he’d be repulsed and turn away…just like everyone else. She couldn’t exactly blame him. She knew how she must have looked. “For breaking down while you were bringing me to the dumpling place,” Berni explained gloomily before blowing her nose into a handkerchief that was formerly one of Sam’s and now one of hers, “I shouldn’t have gotten all…cliggy and ndeedy…like that.”

“Oh,” Sam said with startling realization. “It…It’s okay,” they reassured, “I was just glad that I was able to make you feel better.”

“I had just met you. I was still practically still a stranger to you!” Berni said with a frog in her throat.

“Well, you’re not a stranger now. I like you Berni, I really do. You’re funny and cute. I love how passionate you are about everything you do, even if you try to hide it. I love how insanely good you are at coding stuff even though, for the life of me, I will never be able to understand what the heck a constructor is,”

Berni only sighed and turned back towards poking the food she was too muddled to be hungry for. There was a long, uncomfortable pause before Sam broke the silence:

“Listen…Bern…I’ve been thinking,” they said apprehensively.

“Yeah?” Berni asked, looking up at them, voice congested, ready for the worst.

“I know your allergies have been making you feel pretty terrible over the past few days, and I-”

“I-I-I-I’m…f…fine,” Berni stuttered anxiously before forcefully clearing her throat.

“I know you’re not fine Berni. I know you’ve been feeling worse lately. You’ve been rubbing your eyes more, you’ve been stuffier, and I can tell you haven’t been sleeping as much.”

Berni groaned miserably and put her face in her hands.

“Hey, it’s okay. Look at me,” Sam said as they tried to coax Berni out of her hiding place in the sleeves of her hoodie. “I’ve been talking to my roommate, and he told me he’s in an English class with a guy who’s family also works in the university medical system, and he says that he can get you an appointment at an allergist that’s right here on campus.”

“You told them about my hay fever?” Berni asked with panic in her voice.

“I just told them that I had a friend with some bad allergies that could use some help from a Doctor, and he told me that if he had your information, he could get you an appointment as soon as tomorrow.”

“I…I can’t,” Berni muttered.

“Why not?” Sam asked, “I know you need it. I could get permission to take you there during Latin class and we can get lunch together afterwards. We could make a day of it.”

“They’ll…they’re gonna wanna test me to find out what all my allergies are and how bad they are. They’ll make me take off my shirt so they can prick me with a bunch of needles with all the stuff they think I might be allergic to and it’s gonna make me break out in hives,” Berni explained glumly and congestedly. “Plus…they’re gonna make me…talk about them…”

“Talk?” Sam asked.

Berni slowly nodded her head in confirmation. 

“Is there something that happened with them that you don’t want to talk about?”

Berni nodded again.

“Was it something to do with…Japan?” Sam asked.

Berni nodded again, this time, with a sob.

“Well…how about you tell me first? That way, if it gets too much for you, I won’t mind, and you can stop at any time.” 

“I ca…c..ah…Ah…AHH-TSCHIEW! I’m sorry!” Berni said before being interrupted with a violent sneeze and a muffled sob.

“Why not? There’s no one else around. Besides, I won’t mind if it ends up like the first time we went to get dumplings.” 

There was a long pause as Berni thought it over. She spent several minutes waiting and contemplating whether or not she should tell Sam, but her contemplation was interrupted by a harsh, throaty “HASHOO!” straight into her hands. “Sorry,” she apologized as she wiped herself off with her hanky.

“You’re fine, I know you can’t help it.”

When she finished wiping her nose, Berni paused, before turning towards Sam. Berni’s beautiful amber eyes were just as pink, irritated, and watery as her nose. Her cheeks were flushed, both from the embarrassment and from her allergies, but regardless, she decided that she had to tell them. 

“I only started having them really bad a few years ago.” she related with a dejected, congested sniffle.

“Did something happen?” Sam asked.

Berni stopped to give her nose a quick gurgle before continuing: “Fall always made me a bit itchy, but it was never a big deal. I played sports and did all that other stuff and even though I might have IGK-CHIEW! sneezed a few times. It was never that bad, but a few years ago, my parents decided that they needed to…HITCHEW!...take me to Japan because I hadn’t…heh-Heh-SHEW!...been before.”

“What happened?” Sam asked.

“Well-” she was about to continue, but stopped when she realized that in the span of a moment, she had already become congested again. She made a sound that sounded like halfway between a sniff and a snort, before continuing despite the congestion. “The first time they took me there was during fall break, and…ASHIEW!...sorry…while I was there, I caught a cold. At least, we thought it was a cold. My nose got all red and itchy and snotty, and I started…eh-Eh-Eh-ESHOO! Eh-CHOO! sneezing like crazy. I felt horrible, but we stayed anyway. When we got home, I started…ATSHIEW!...sorry…I started getting better, but I was still sneezing. I started not sleeping so great and people started…avoiding me.” 

At this point, she was crying. Regardless, Sam only got closer to her. They wrapped their arm around her in a comforting half-hug. “That sounds terrible,” they told the allergic girl with pity in their voice.

“When they took me back in January, I caught another cold. It wasn’t as bad as the first one, but when we got home, it took me a bi…bi…TISHIEW! HEKSHIEW! HAT-SHIEW!...it took me a bit longer to get better. Then, when they took me again for spring break and we stayed a bit longer ASHEW!, I caught one again HIGSHEW!, but when they brought me home CHOO!, I didn’t get better ETCHIEW!. I was itching and sneezing just like I am now for a whole month before they took me to a doctor and…he told me…he told me that…”

“It wasn’t a cold.”

“Yeah…” she said with a sob, “He said that the pollen in Japan is so bad that it can make people…At-TSHIEW!...who normally have almost no allergies or even no allergies at all HEESHOO!...sorry…hypersensitive! Ragweed, which I was already a little bit ECHEW! sensitive to, is really bad there, but the big bad one is called CATCHEW! Sugi or Japanese Aht-SHOO! Cedar. Those were the ones that got me and now I…I…ah-Ah-AH-Ahtshiee! Now I’m allergic to everything!” she lamented with a wet blow.

“Like, ‘everything’ everything?”

“Everything!” she nearly shouted, “Ragweed Het-TISH!, grass ET-CHI!, trees ATSHEW!, everything! I sneeze all spring, summer, and fall from the pollen, but that’s not the worst of it. The worst is whed I ged sick.” she recounted, congestion now filling her voice.

“What happens?” Sam asked worryingly.

“Eved id the modts where there’s not ady polled, ever sidce I got hay fever I’ve always had these awful colds every widter add fall. Mby sdeezes becobe eved grosser, butd the sdot ndever leaves by dose, and idt feels like itd lasts forever…”

“You sound like you need to blow your nose, but what does that have to do with going to an allergist?” Sam asked. 

Berni stopped to give a wet gurgling blow. However, during her blow she was interrupted by three sharp, throaty sneezes, so she blew again. This time with a loud honk. When she looked up to answer Sam, her voice was still full of tears: “I can’t let you see me when my allergies get worse, or when I get sick. Pretty soon, you’re finally gonna realize how much of a gross mess I am and when you do you’ll tell me to stop. You’ll tell me to just stifle it or hold it in and stop being so dramatic. And when I can’t do that…you’ll leave. Just like all my friends did.”

There was a short gasp of realization from Sam before they suddenly threw their arms around Berni and embraced her. When they did, Berni squirmed and tried to protest with a “What? No!” before being completely disarmed by a loud “hehhh….heh-Heh-HETCHIEW! I’m sorry!” but before she could sneeze or protest again, Sam pulled her poor stuffy head into the shoulder of their flannel so that she could muffle two wet “heh-Eh-HmpfSHH! HrppSHH!” sneezes into it. “Why?” Berni cried out. “My hay fever is just gonna keep pushing you away!”

“No it’s not Berni,” Sam reassured her, “I’m never going let your allergies push me away, I’m never going to ask you to hold it in, and I’m not going to leave you just because you sneeze. I like you Berni! You’re my friend. I’m not gonna anything get in the way of being friends with you, not even allergies.”

“Or a cold?” 

“Or a cold,” Sam reassured.

There was a silence in which Sam and Berni did nothing but hold each other in their arms, before Berni asked, “After I go to the allergist, can you take me to get dumplings again?”

“Of course,” Sam said.

“Can we go Wednesday?” Berni asked with a sniffle, “I have a test in my Modern Literature class after Latin.”

“Oh course Berni, but could you do me one favor?” “Sure,” she replied

“If you can, do you think you could try to stop apologizing for your sneezes?” “Why?” Berni asked.

“You don’t have anything to apologize to me for. And…it sometimes makes me a little uncomfortable.

“Okay…ih-Ih-ITCHEW!...sorry,” she replied before realizing her mistake with a gasp, “I’m sorry for saying sorry! I didn’t mean to-”

"No no no, Berni it’s okay,” Sam reassured. “I know you didn’t mean to. Maybe we should pick something else instead that doesn’t sound as apologetic.”

“Like what? hah-Heh-HEH-HESHIEW!” Berni asked before sneezing again. “Hey, I didn’t say it this time.”

“Hmm…” Sam wondered, “What about ‘excuse me’? It sounds so much more fun and silly than ‘sorry’. It’s kind of funny, like it's something we can laugh about”

“Hmmm…” Berni thought, but her sounds of pondering quickly transformed into yet another “hihh-Hih-HEH-HEETCHIEW!” followed by a tired “Sor…I mean…excuse me.”

“Yeah, like that. You shouldn't be all apologetic about...”

But before they could finish, Berni was of course interrupted yet again: “ATCHIEW!” Berni sneezed suddenly with a “AHH-SHEW! TEECHIEW! ACKSHOO!” she sneezed harshly before giving a small chuckle and a “Whew, excuse me.”

“That’s more like it,” Sam said with a slight smile.

“Oka..kuh…Kuh…Kuh…” she started as she began building up to what she knew would be an absolutely colossal sneeze, even for her standards. “Kuh-KUH-KATSHOOOO!” she sneezed out. Just an hour ago, this sneeze would’ve made Berni want to crawl into a hole and die, but for some reason, something about the way Sam was looking out at her made her want to laugh about it. “Wow, that was a big one. Excuse me!” she said before bursting into a fit of giggles

Instead of being disgusted, Sam’s smile only grew warmer as they gave Berni a “Bless you a bunch sweetie. Do you feel better now?”

“A lot better,” Berni said as she took out the big white hanky and began cleaning herself up and giving her nose a wet honk, “But I’d still like to go see that allergist with you. Does tomorrow during Latin still work for you?”

“Of course Berni.” Sam assured.

[lactosegremlin]

Part two in the Bernie is a Fucking Idiot series:

So i got home from today’s in-office yoga around 1pm today.

and i come into my bedroom and Bernie is breathing weird. like loud wheezy grunting snore breathing and gagging every now and then. now he’s a little congested normally and i massage his cheekbones every night before bed to make him sneeze and loosen shit up (the vet confirms that he’s fine it’s not allergies or asthma it’s just how his sinus’ are built in his stupid empty head).

so i’m firmly patting his back, a littler harder than how you’d burp a baby but not as hard as if you were doing like a newborn Heimlich. nothing was helping. so i had to ONCE AGAIN wrestle this fucking 15lb cat with nails that should be banned by the Geneva convention as a weapon of mass destruction. so i get his mouth open and he’s trying to scream but he can’t so his teeth are digging into my fingers and i’m getting clawed to death.

WANNA KNOW WHY HE CANT SCREAM???? BECAUSE HIS AIRWAY WAS OBSTRUCTED. BY A SIZABLE PIECE OF PLASTIC FROM A BAG OF BLUE RASPBERRY SOUR PATCH KIDS. I HAVENT EATEN THOSE IN WEEKS. WHERE DID HE EVEN GET IT? BECAUSE IM VIGILANT ABOUT RECYCLING AND THROWING AWAY PLASTIC???

i had to sweep his mouth with my finger while holding his head with one hand and his lower jaw with my pinky and ring finger of the other hand all the while he’s biting and clawing and gagging.

so i get it out right? that’s great right? he’s going to live and not suffocate on plastic like an idiot?? RIGHT??? THIS IS GOOD????

he fucking vomits all over my hand. and of course i can’t react bc he’s done absolutely nothing wrong. aside from being the dumbest cat i have ever encountered.

[vegastoothdr]

Why Do Toothaches Feel Worse at Night?

Toothaches are never pleasant, but they often seem to get worse at night, making it difficult to sleep and leaving you feeling frustrated. If you’ve ever experienced this, you’re not alone. Many people wonder why tooth pain intensifies when they lie down to rest. In this blog, we'll explore some common reasons behind this nighttime discomfort and what you can do to ease the pain.

1. Increased Blood Flow

When you’re lying down, more blood flows to your head due to gravity. This increased blood flow can create pressure around the inflamed or painful tooth, which may cause the discomfort to worsen. During the day, being upright helps reduce this pressure, making the pain more manageable.

2. Fewer Distractions

Throughout the day, your mind is occupied with various tasks, such as work, errands, or social activities. These distractions can make it easier to ignore minor tooth pain. However, at night, in a quiet environment without distractions, you may become more aware of the pain, which can make it feel more intense.

3. Sinus Pressure

Sinus infections or congestion can also contribute to tooth pain, especially in the upper teeth. When you lie down, sinus pressure can increase, aggravating the nerves near your teeth and causing discomfort. If you suspect sinus issues are behind your toothache, addressing the underlying sinus problem may provide relief.

4. Late-Night Eating

Consuming sugary or acidic foods right before bed can irritate your teeth, especially if you don’t brush afterward. These foods can lead to tooth decay or aggravate existing cavities, making nighttime tooth pain worse. To avoid this, it’s best to brush your teeth after eating and limit late-night snacking.

How to Manage Nighttime Tooth Pain

If your toothache worsens at night, there are a few things you can do to alleviate the pain:

Stay upright: Try sleeping with your head elevated on pillows to reduce blood flow to your head.

Use over-the-counter pain relievers: Ibuprofen or acetaminophen can help manage tooth pain, but consult with your dentist for long-term solutions.

Apply a cold compress: A cold compress on the cheek can reduce swelling and numb the area, providing temporary relief.

However, if your toothache persists or worsens, it’s important to seek professional help. Tooth pain can be a sign of a more serious issue, such as an infection or tooth decay, that requires treatment.

If you’re dealing with severe or ongoing tooth pain, it may be time to see an emergency dentist in Las Vegas for immediate care. Addressing the issue promptly can help prevent further complications and give you much-needed relief.

Conclusion

Nighttime tooth pain is a common issue caused by a variety of factors, including increased blood flow, sinus pressure, and a lack of distractions. While home remedies can provide temporary relief, it’s essential to consult a Las vegas dentist to address the root cause of your toothache. Don’t let tooth pain disrupt your sleep—take action early to get the care you need.

[conflictandscotchblog]

My Nose Knows It Blows

I avoid going to my doctor, or any doctor for that matter, because how dare they try to keep me alive. Thankfully, I don’t have any major help issues (knock on wood). There is medications for blood pressure, which I take every day. There is only one part of my body that has impacted my life (mind out of the gutter) that a doctor would really help, but decided to self-medicate (again, mind out of the gutter).

It’s my nose.

For the last twenty years, there has been a ‘57 Chevy parked inside my nostrils. It blocks air and smells and anything else that would employee that fifth sense which has been dormant for decades.

Sure, it drips – a lot. Apparently, my nose is a one way street, with only two exits.

Well, that was about to change. At least, I hoped it would.

Up until this point, I have tried everything. Sprays, drops, nasal sticks, gels, incantations, voodoo dolls, and small animal sacrifices (well, not those last few, but you get the idea).

Then I had a bright (if not brilliant) idea.

A waterpik.

(OK, stay with me on this)

For some reason, I had a waterpik, which was weird, because I don’t remember ever using it on my teeth. However, I noticed that the water pick had an adapter to use to flush out your nose.

Who knew?

After I filled the top of the waterpik container with a warm saline solution, I stood in front of my upstairs bathroom mirror.

To bring you up to speed, this was my thought process.

My nose, really my entire nasal passage, is stuffed.

Literally.

About ten years earlier, I visited an Ear Nose and Throat Doctor. After taking an x-ray of my head, he called me over.

“Do you see this?”

He pointed to a white area that filled my sinus cavities.

“See this white area?”, he pointed, “This is suppose to be black, this is wear there’s supposed to be air. Yours is totally blocked.”

He then went on to explained that I could have Endoscopic Sinus Surgery (basically, drill into my head).

He then added, “Although, there is no guarantee that you won’t be back to this,” pointed to x-ray, “in about a year.”

That added to the reason why I wasn’t going to get the surgery.

One of the reasons was that I knew several people who had the surgery and, after the surgery, they looked like they had gone twelve rounds with Mike Tyson.

The other reason was, just prior to my doctor visit, I read a story about a woman who had the procedure done. A few days afterwards, strange liquid started to drip from her nose.

The procedure is basically this, go into you nose, drill to the left, drill to the right, and the up to clear the blockage.

Unfortunately for her, the ‘up’ drill tapped into the brain cavity, and brain fluid now dripped out of her nose.

The doctor told me they no longer do the ‘up’ part of the procedure, but the damage (for both me and that poor woman) was done.

I was not going to go through with the procedure.

Which led me to the position I was in now, and the position I was soon going to be in.

In my mind, a slow gentle massage of the area, with saline solution, would not do the job. No, in my mind, the waterpik would have to punch through the congested area with as much force as possible.

With that in mind, I couldn’t just turn the waterpik to ten. No, it needed it to go up one more, one higher (onelouder).

I turned the dial all the way to the right, the waterpik at its peak, then inserted the devise into my nostril, and hit the power button.

The force of the water into my nostril was unexpected. With this vicious punch inside my head, I went down, sure that the contents of my skull exploded out the back of my head.

In that moment, I envisioned Jackie Kennedy as she crawled across my bathroom vanity top, retrieving pieces of my brain as they scooted away from her (too soon?).

When I finally rose from the floor, the waterpik continued to spit at me, I looked at my face in the mirror.

Both eyes blood shot, tears raced down my cheeks, and some liquid dripped from my nose into the sink.

I rose on unsteady legs, the last of the water dribbled from the waterpik across the counter top.

The knockout punch that sent me to the ground, unfortunately, did nothing to clear out the blockage in my head.

Breath in, breath out?

Nope. Not now, maybe never.

Should have known that these homemade remedies are never going to work. They never do.

Don’t even get me started on how I tried to treat my hemorrhoids...

[joanshan]

Seasonal Allergies Getting You Down? Try This!

Some of us react to environmental allergens practically year-round. Some of us only react during certain seasons … if only I were in that category!

One thing is for sure – in many parts of the country and around the globe, allergy season is in full bloom. In fact, this year the allergen counts are higher than ever, and I decided to take more definitive action against mine.

For more information on allergy suffering, please go here.

Some known allergy symptoms which should be familiar to you are congestion, post-nasal drip, mucus, sneezing, coughing, runny nose, etc. These can even impact your ability to focus and make decisions.

You might also experience mood swings, be irritable, not sleep well, etc. You likely know the drill!

There are common sense strategies you can do to minimize your allergic responses. You can reduce your exposure to known allergy triggers by staying inside when it’s windy and dry outside.

After a good rain, the allergens have been washed away so you may feel more comfortable going outside. Put on the A/C. You can also let others mow the yard if you’re sensitive to grass, etc.

If you have an outdoor clothesline to help dry clothes and get that wonderful fresh aroma, well … you may want to avoid doing that as the allergens can embed in your clothes. 

There are many over-the-counter remedies available to treat symptoms, such as oral antihistamines and decongestants, nasal sprays, and combination medications.

You can rinse your sinus passages. Your physician may also prescribe some medications that are more effective than the over-the-counter varieties. 

You can also opt for allergy shots. This is my personal choice after years of suffering (and in spite of all the natural “fixes” I have put in place) and learning that I am even genetically predisposed to seasonal allergies.

After being tested for what you are allergic to, a serum is prepared, and you get injections over a period of time. These injections contain enough of the allergens to stimulate your immune system response, but not usually enough to actually cause an allergy reaction.

After a time of gradually increasing the allergens in the shots, your immune system develops a tolerance and symptoms usually wane.

For more holistically healthy tips on improving health

Source: Seasonal Allergies Getting You Down? Try This!

[antiadvil]

exactly!! i also had my diagnosis and treatment delayed until after my migraine went chronic + daily + intractable and it's one of my greatest regrets, to say the least. i've been getting migraines for my entire life, but they really "just" presented as bad headaches. for my entire life i was told that it was because i didn't drink enough water or blow my nose enough (my parents thought it was sinus issues for some reason?? i was not even congested) and i was a kid so i just assumed they were right. turns out that nope! my nervous system is just wired kind of wrong. i've only ever had migraines, so i didn't know what a "normal" headache was supposed to feel like. i always figured that light sensitivity and fatigue and feeling kind of sick were just... "normal headache" things. even when my migraines were objectively out of control in college (my OTC rescue medications only worked half the time and i was taking them more often than i was supposed to, though i didn't realize that at the time), my doctor asked if i wanted to try a headache preventative (i don't think she realized they were migraines either, but she wanted to put me on a tricyclic which would have worked for either tension headaches or migraines), i said no because i thought i could get things under control without medication if i just tried harder to drink water. i'm not fucking kidding, that is the exact reason i said no. this obviously didn't work. water literally has nothing to do with my migraines. which should have been fucking obvious because water never did anything for my "dehydration headaches" but i was so, so misinformed about headaches.

and the social media thing gets under my skin so much! some people seem to think that if you can get out of bed, eat, walk around, look at a screen, etc, it's not a real migraine, which is especially frustrating to me as someone who's had an intractable migraine for more than a year now- there's a lot of stuff i'd normally do that i've let slide while i'm in migraine hell but getting out of bed, eating, walking around, and going on my phone aren't things i can just stop doing. even when my photosensitivity was at its worst (and my photosensitivity is pretty severe!) i was on my phone a lot, on really low brightness, because i was bored as hell, and you better bet i was bitching and complaining on social media about my headache lmao. "if you can complain about it on social media it must not really be a migraine" is SO dismissive, i'm sure loads of people, especially with episodic migraine, would never go on their phone during a migraine, but there's only so much lying still in complete darkness and silence with nothing to distract me from the pain that i could take.

it's true that migraine is "not just a headache," but i think that in an attempt to raise awareness sometimes people lose sight of the fact that for most people, their main migraine symptom is a headache. it's completely true that migraine usually comes with other symptoms too, but they're usually (in my experience and talking to others, at least) not the most noticeable feature of a migraine attack and not everyone is familiar enough with those symptoms to even recognize when they're happening.

and yeah. there's nothing "just" about a headache that makes it hard to do stuff. most headaches that stop people from doing stuff are migraines, but even if they aren't, that's still a thing you deserve medical care for and your suffering shouldn't be minimized because it doesn't fit a specific medical definition.

it's actually kind of bizarre how many people have told me they don't think they have migraines because their headaches aren't as bad as mine. every disease comes on a spectrum of severity! don't compare yourself to other people that way.

it's wild that popular discourse around migraines is that there are too many people who claim to have migraines but "just have bad headaches". this is the exact opposite of my experience? i'm still trying to convince several of my friends that their "bad tension headaches" that are unilateral, throbbing, cause light sensitivity, nausea, etc, are migraines lmao. migraine is underdiagnosed and undertreated by every metric i can think of.

this narrative is not harmless! it prevents people from getting treatment that could really benefit them. so i would like it to die. thank you.

[call-me-little-sunshine84]

Sick Day

Steven Grant x female reader

Characters: Steven Grant x female reader

Rating: mature

Word count: 1.2k

Summary: Steven takes care of you when you're sick and you want to repay his kindness 😏

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, a lot of him calling reader 'love', that's about it

A/N: I have never written for the moon boys before. I don't mention the alters in this, I wanted this one to just be about Steven because he deserves so much love. It's fluff with some smut (probably a little self-indulgent); hopefully I did him justice.

Comments and reblogs welcome!

It started halfway through your shift at the office, that feeling that you were coming down with something. Head congested, sinus pressure, body aches, it hit you all at once. By the time you made it back home to the apartment you shared with Steven, you were barely staying upright. Apparently, you must have looked as badly as you felt, because as soon as he came out of his office to greet you, concern flashed across his face. “What’s wrong, love?” he asked, moving to embrace you. Backing up, you said “please stay away, I don’t want to get you sick too. I think it’s just a cold or something. Too much time in the rain, or maybe too much public transportation.” Grimacing, you threw your purse on the table by the door. “Let me take care of you tonight, darling,” he said, and even though you felt like garbage, it still warmed your heart.

He proceeded to run you a bath, even adding eucalyptus oil to soothe your congestion. He helped you remove your clothes, and you sank gratefully into the hot water, letting it seep into your aching muscles. He stayed with you, keeping you company and helping you bathe. He ran the washcloth gently over your body, and you sank into his touch. When he was done, you dried off while he grabbed your robe from the back of the door. “You go get comfortable in bed, and I’ll bring you some soup,” he offered. You accepted gratefully, throwing on your softest pajamas and turning the tv to a mindless reality show. He returned before long, holding a tray with a steaming bowl of soup and some crackers. He even brought a bottle of cold medicine. Your heart swelled. He had to be the most thoughtful, caring man you had ever met. 

You ate quickly, like you were starving. After drinking the awful tasting medicine, you could barely hold your eyes open. He came back in to get your bowl and gave you a tender kiss on the forehead. “Get some rest, love,” he whispered, turning off the light as he exited the room. 

When you finally woke up the next day, you almost had a panic attack when you looked at the clock and saw it was 2:30, and judging by the sunlight streaming through the window, it was afternoon, not morning. You jumped out of bed, almost tripping in the tangle of twisted sheets. Running to the kitchen, you searched for your phone to call your boss. “Hello darling, how are you feeling?” Steven asked when he saw you. “Why didn’t you wake me up? I’ve missed almost an entire day of work!” you said, anxiety taking over. “Love, it’s Saturday. You don’t work today,” he reminded you. Relief coursed through you. Of course. Once you calmed down, you realized you actually did feel a lot better. Then you remembered the previous night. 

“You're right, I’m sorry. Thank you so much for everything you did for me yesterday. I feel much better now. Maybe it was just a 24-hour thing,” you told him, and his cheeks turned an adorable shade of red from your praise. “Nonsense, it was nothing. I’m glad you’re well,” he replied. You moved over to him, hugging him tightly. “I am so grateful for you, Steven,” you told him, placing a feather soft kiss on his cheek. “I’m going to take a quick shower,” you said, heading for the bathroom. Using your best smelling soap - and actually being able to smell it - finished lifting your mood. You decided you wanted to do something to show Steven just how much you appreciated him, and there was one surefire way to accomplish that. 

Wrapping yourself in a towel, you exited the bathroom. He was in his office, nose buried in a book. He looked up when he realized you were in the doorway. Walking over to him, you slowly unwrapped the towel from around you, dropping it on the floor. He visibly shivered looking at you, desire vibrating off every inch of him, and you could feel the excitement pooling between your legs. “Are you sure you’re up for this?” he asked, looking deep into your eyes for confirmation. “Yes baby, I’m sure.”

Closing the distance between you, you straddled him in his chair, kissing him deeply. Tongues tangling, he ran his hands over your body, roaming over you like he had never touched you before. You moaned into his mouth, feeling his erection through his pants. You ground down onto him, searching for contact. Running your hands through his chocolate curls, you gasped as he touched your breasts, tracing small circles with his fingertips, hardening your nipples. Then he took first one, then the other into his warm mouth, sucking softly, the sensation pulling sounds from you that you didn’t know were possible. “Come with me,” you said breathlessly, dragging him from the chair and toward your bedroom. 

All of your plans went out the window once you reached the bed. He quickly removed his clothes, pushing you onto the mattress and crawling on top of you. One look in his wide lust-blown eyes and you knew you were done for. “Steven…,” you whined as he positioned himself between your thighs and slid inside you. This was unusual, the lack of foreplay, sex without preamble. “Sorry, love, need you now, couldn’t wait,” he grunted as his thrusts became steady, pushing deeper each time. 

Relishing the feeling of being full of him, you wanted to give him anything he wanted, give him the world if that’s what he asked for. The look of utter concentration on his gorgeous face as he worked so hard to please you made you even wetter. “That’s it baby, you feel so good fucking me like that,” you told him, and the praise from you seemed to break loose something in him. He grasped your hips, pulling your center as tightly against him as he could. Sweat dripped down his chest and you reached out to lick it off. He trembled at the feeling of your tongue on his skin, and you bit gently at his nipples, pulling groans from him that you wished you could record for later. Clenching down on his dick, desperately seeking release, you hissed as he placed a thumb on your swollen clit. Swirling gently, applying just the right amount of pressure, he worked your body until pulses of white-hot lightning shot through you over and over. Yelling his name repeatedly, an orgasmic love song, Steven also reached his climax, shooting his warm seed into you and he collapsed on the bed beside you, wrung out. 

Rolling over next to him, you placed your head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat slowing as you drew random patterns on his torso with your fingernails. You looked up at him adoringly. “Thank you, Steven,” you said sincerely. “What on earth for, love?” he asked, genuinely puzzled, running a hand through his curls. “For being you. For always taking care of me and just for...well, everything. I love you,” you replied, hoping he fully understood just how much he meant to you. Holding him tightly, you knew right beside him was the only place you ever wanted to be. 

[chiquititaosita]

if you can, could you write op monster trio with a sick reader? (pre-chopper joining the team)

ive been sick for the past week and one piece has turned into my comfort anime, and i still have a lonv way to go haha

thank you in advance, hope you're having a nice day!

i got you my darling! im just recovering from being sick three weeks ago. (Sinus and chest congestion) please get some rest and remember to try and rest as much as possible. good luck (I’m still getting there with you :) )

Fluff, cute shit. And just vibing

Monster trio with a sick reader (pre- chopper joining)

Luffy

- don’t get me started 😭

- he’s going to want you to rest. Even if you’re feeling fine. He’s going to make sure you’re being taken care for by sanji (since luffy says his soups can help a cold)

-“ NO y/n.. rest.” he’ll say it in a stern like tone

- Out of the times he was serious outside OF FIGHTING

- he’s only harsh on you when you’re sick because he loves you that’s why.

-“I want you to rest! So you can get stronger!”

-“so when you’re strong enough ! I’ll be able to protect you.” He grins as he’s nuzzling your face.

- “hey y/n! how are you feeling?” He’ll walk in with a happiest grin on his face.

- if he doesn’t sleep in your quarters that night or during those nights. When he wakes up you’re the very first person on top of his brain.

-he’ll sometimes surprise you with drawings (I think he draws stick figures sometimes lol) “look what I made you!”-

-“see it’s you me and the treasure we found!”

-“what’ are those other people right there?” You pointed at that pft of the drawing.

-“oh that’s zoro with his swords and sanji smoking a cigarette, nami is there stealing the money. That’s ussopp shooting a cannon. Oh look that’s robin not giving a-“ you love how creative he is.

- when you get better he lets you do more tasks just to stimulate your brain.

- recovery is just him being excited because he knows you’re being loved and cared for

Zoro

-“woah you okay?”

- “y-yeah I’m fi-fine.” you replied in between coughs.

-ngl zoro will drop everything to protect you.

-“you have to rest.. dummy.” he’ll flick in your forehead because you’re a stubborn pendeja

-“noooo i Can get up..” you fell as he picked you up for almost fainting. It had been a few hours since you passed out, and zoro periodically checked up on you everyday. but today felt different.

-zoro went to go and see you. That was until he noticed a blonde male with curly eyebrows humming and holding a dish going into the same direction he’s going to.

-“what’s that for?” Zoro referred to the dish

-“oh this is for Y/n Chan! I heard she was sick, so I made her some soup to cheer her up” he mentioned, and asked why zoro was going to see you

-“I’m checking on her… that’s all.” He blushed lightly, looking away.

-“ you know ever since she came on the sunny. You’ve gotten soft.” Sanji snickered as he was keeping his laughter down.

“Why I outta—-“ he’s just going to argue with him usually but today he had no energy for that.

-“forget it. I guess you’re right I just really care about her you know .” The moss head huffed as he was given the dish.

- “shit I gotta finish dinner!- give this to y/n chwan will you?!” Sanji literally ran off to the kitchen just as zoro made it to your door.

“Oi, y/n Can I come in?” zoro poked his head out of the door.

-“ it’s open.” you mumbled as you were bundled into the blankets. You smelled the soup and poked your head out.

-“hey.. how are you feeling?” he placed the dish of soup down on the little table near you, and gazed upon you. Zoro had missed your face. He hated seeing you feeling unwell, and miserable.

-“I’m okay. Just bored…sick and out of my mind….what’s that for.?” You pointed at the soup

-“curly made you dinner and wanted you to eat first. He said he hopes you feel better.” He rolled his eyes over the words about a certain cook. You couldn’t help but chuckle

-“awe that’s sweet of him. But what about you?” You gestured him to come lay with you, and he plopped himself onto your warm body, clinging onto you like a little koala.

-“ why did you come back? I thought you were training.” you hugged him as he laid on top of you, he hadn’t thought about it like that. Zoro just missed hearing your voice motivating him to keep going, seeing your smile, hearing your voice, especially seeing you looking adorable when mad or yelling. Annoying him while training.

- Literally you were like his personal chihuahua. It just didn’t feel the same without your presence near him. Especially when y’all took naps together after training or if y’all just felt lazy.

-“i- well- um. I finished early. it was just..that I like- training with you more. It was annoying to not hear you yell my name ‘zoro this zoro that zoro can we take a break my boobs hurt?’ ‘Zoro carry me. Zo-Chan hold my hand. ‘“ he mocked your voice and it made you laugh as you nuzzled into it.

-“Awee so you did miss me..” you nuzzled him, as he pulled himself up to hug you in the bed.

-“don’t push it..” he rolled his eyes as he kissed the top of your head.

-“I love you.”

-“ I love you too you big goof.” You sighed happily as you knew you were the luckiest woman on earth.

Sanji

- now him HEHEHEHE OMG

- the minute he noticed you were sick, you missed breakfast and you never EVER MISS BREAKFAST! You get up around the same time as sanji.

- “y/n- my loveee! It’s time to get up!!” He sang as he tried to wake you up from you quarters.

-“ really? It’s too early .” you coughed into your fist. You sounded very congested, and your eyes looked so puffy. Your natural bed head with your textured mane, all over the place. he was in awe of how beautiful you sounded in the morning!!

-Sanji immediately gasped as he heard your voice. “Oh no! My Angel! You’re sick!! please lay down to rest! Your prince is going to take care of you!!” he kissed the top of your head, placing your tea near the night stand.

“S-sanji i’m f-fine!!” You tried to push him off your shoulders that was until you ran to the bathroom. acid reflux! or even food poisoning DUN DUN DUN. You must’ve felt like your guts were being rearranged and not the good kind. Luckily it was not sanjis cooking. Because he would’ve been crushed. It was someone else’s leftovers from the previous island you brought in.

-he immediately ran after you, patting your back. “It’s okay, darling. Let it out. you’ll be okay.” He’ll gently pull away your hair out of your face. when you finished throwing up you began to wash up. You went to the kitchen to see if you could put up your cup of tea and wash it.

-that was originally the plan until your blonde man put his hand over your hand, disposing his cigarette immediately after seeing you in sweatpants and a big baggy tshirt. His eyes go into heart shapes.

- “You look adorable as ever.” He coos and pinches your cheeks. you rolled your eyes at him.

-“oh hush your face babe. ..” you mumbled as he embraced you.

-“let me wash that cup for you. Go sit down I’ll make you a plate ” he kissed your cheeks, and booped your nose then forcing your stubborn ass to sit down, after taking your empty cup of tea away from you. you just loved how he shook his hips and sang a little song about you making your plate. it’s one of the reasons you fell in love with him.

-“are you singing [song name]??” You giggled

“Yup!!! Because it’s your fault! You got it stuck.in . My. Head.” He poked you jokingly and lovingly at the end of each syllable. Serving you a cup of fruits and sweets.

-“oh shut up you!! how was breakfast?” You asked him as you were tracing the table cloth, sitting in your seat. You’re not even used to the princess treatment that he’s been giving you.

-“ it was good, I already told everyone you weren’t feeling well, they went off the ship already to gather resources and meds to make sure you feel better” you smiled at him already as he made you some avocado toast, taking a bite of the dishes your face lit up, as you did a little happy dance.

- you know when the food is delicious when you do a happy dance when you eat.

- “Oh my how this is amazing.I’m so happy I can taste your food!” you smiled at him with a little sniffle

-“oh y/n merolineee! the way you compliments me takes me a few steps from ascending into heaven.”

- yes overall Sanji best boy to take care of you during pre chopper era.

[goldenempyrean]

Empyrean’s Advent: Day 15

Prompt: “Im gonna get you some paracetamol.”

Pairing: WandaNat x R (Sick Reader)

Wordcount: 1163

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Working on Broadway was a blessing, you loved every moment of it. Preforming musicals had been your life-long passion, and nothing could ever make you happier. However, every blessing had its curse.

In your line of work, your voice was everything and everything depended on your ability to use it to its full potential. Over the last few months, you’d managed to land the lead role in the newest and most anticipated musicals of the year. This performance had the opportunity to sky-rocket your career. Meaning today was possibly one of the most important nights of your life, today was opening night.

You’d gotten into the studio early that morning to practice and you’d known something was off. The car-ride to the theatre was long as all and still you’d found yourself struggling to keep yourself awake despite having drunk two cups of coffee already that morning.

To make things worst, there was a soreness in the back of your throat which just refused to leave and it only worsened as the day progressed. And after hours of endless rehearsing, that soreness had quickly become painful, evening just swallowing hurt. And to top things off, you could feel pressure building deep inside your sinus’s leading to a dull-ache forming behind your eyes.

You had tried to hide your worsening condition, you really had. But any attempts at concealing how you felt was stripped away by the sound of your voice. It had taken on a raspy edge and congestion was beginning to blur your words. In truth, you sounded terrible, much to the horror of your stage-director.

“Y/N-“ He choked off as he heard the sound of your voice, “Your voice! You sound horrendous, how on earth are you meant to perform tonight!”

You tried to take a deep breath through your nose but failed, instead you spluttered, choking on your congestion,, “I’ll be fine, I probably just need some air.”

“No.” Your director stood firm in his words, “What you need is to go home. Its opening night, you can’t go out with your voice in that condition. You have an understudy for a reason. Do you need me to call your wives?”

The mention of them made you stop, they themselves had enough going on as it was, they didn’t need the added stress of worrying about you, “No, you don’t need too,” You sighed sat down on the small sofa in your dressing-room, “I just need to take a nap, i’ll be fine.”

Despite your statement, you hadn’t actually meant to fall asleep. But what shocked you even more was waking up to see Wanda and Natasha sat on the other small sofa opposite you, talking amongst themselves.

“Mm?” You tried to speak but found that the remains of your hoarse voice were all but lost, the noise you mumbled out was barely audible, just breathing alone hurt. It felt as if there was a truck pressing down onto your chest.

It took awhile for your eyes to adjust, it seemed as though the lights above you had grown indefinitely brighter since falling asleep and you rubbed at them until the worried faces of Natasha and Wanda came into focus.

“You finally awake?” Natasha whispered as she leant down to move the hair out of your face, “How you feeling darling?”

“Throat- hurts.” Was all the response you could muster up, the word’s scraped against the back of your reddening throat.

At the sound of your voice, Wanda and Nat looked back at each other in slight shock, you could barely speak. They’d never heard you sound that bad before, “Sweetie, you sound terrible, why did you come in? We could’ve looked after you.”

“Exactly, here let me just feel your throat for a sec,” Nat reached out and very carefully pressed the sides of your tonsils and her face dropped as you winced harshly at the touch, “Sorry baby, I know that hurts.”

You looked up to meet her eyes to tell her it was okay as you shuffled yourself up, sitting upright, “What time-“

“Its just past 5:30 sweetie, don’t try and use your voice.” Wanda interrupted, shushing you quietly but her words caused you to panic and you looked out quickly until your eyes fixed on a clock, the time displayed confirming your fears.

Your curtain call was at 4:50…

“Shit!” You hissed, straining the burning fibre of your throat causing your body to wracked by a horrendous coughing fit. It's loud and wet and gross-sounding and worry seeps into the minds of your on-watching wives. You felt a little better once you’d stopped. But, as you attempted to get up back up from the couch, your legs buckled and you collapse forwards into the lap of Natasha but luckily she had managed to support your sudden weight, keeping you from hitting yourself on the floor.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re on fire.” Nat said worriedly as she pulled you up so that you were sitting in the gap between her and Wanda so that you’d be comfortable when she stood up and offered, “I’ll get you some paracetamol.”

The room were quite for a moment and it was then that you overheard the loud clapping of the audience vibrating through the walls of the theatre, “Im meant to be out there right now.” Your raspy words were barely audible but still they spoke of your disappointment and you felt Wanda’s hands came to rest on your shoulders and she tried to reassure you that everything would turn out okay.

Natasha went over to your dresser, searching the drawers before she found a packet. She had also taken the almost-empty water bottle too and held them both out to you, instructing you to take them as Wanda continued to gently massaged your shoulders.

“Im so sorry sweetie.” She sighed after you had swallowed the pills, “Theres just no way you would’ve been able to go on stage tonight, not with your poor voice sounding like that.”

Wanda nodded, “Exactly, I know its horrible to miss opening night, everyone knows just how much it meant to you. You’ll be able to perform once your voice comes back though then you’ll be able to dazzle the crowds as usual.” She leaned forward and came to kiss the side of your cheek before adding, “Nat is right though, you are very warm, how about we get you back home?”

“I’ll even make you some special honey and lemon tea for that throat of yours.” Nat chipped in too, offering her hand out to you as Wanda stood up behind you.

You sighed, there really wasn’t much else you could do so you took her hand as let them lead you from your dressing-room.

“Can I have raspberry flavoured icepops?”

Nat smirked as Wanda giggled, “Darling you can have whatever you’d like as long as you stop butchering whats left of your voice, deal?”

“Deal.”

“Good, now what happened to not speaking anymore.”