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[chronicillnesshumor]

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[theorphicangel]

"what happened to having a strong immune system?"

Those were the words which left your partner's lips as he handed you a hot steaming cup of lemon tea with honey. Suguru places the cup into your hands, a gentle murmur to be cautious of its heat.

Instantly, your palms feel like they are on fire and you place the cup on your lap. The rising steam and scent of lemon soothes you, the cure to your current fever.

The previous day you had symptoms which you merely brushed off with a shrug, stating that you were fine. Yet when Suguru opened his eyes this morning he saw that you were nothing but fine, shivering and sniffling with an array of tissues.

"I misjudged myself, it's a fluke I'm sure." you hum, thanking Suguru for the drink.

"I'm sure too..." Dressed in casual sweatpants and his favourite white tee, throughout the day Suguru had been accommodating your needs. Every hour at least, he checks up on you: airing out the room, providing you with more pillows and blankets, refilling your water and giving you snacks you can stomach.

He places a small kiss on your forehead, a little sticky and sweaty from your fever.

You let out an immediate groan at his action. "Don't come near me, I'll get you sick too."

"Don't worry," he teases with the very smile which you recognise from the very first day that the two of you had met. "My immune system is pretty strong."

[newvegascowboy]

I know the popular headcanon is that vault dwellers have weak immune systems but honestly. I feel like the cure is iust one (1) stimpak manufactured in some wastelander's shed using some old surgical tubing and a rusty needle. You're shooting a pressurized pound of blood, stem cells, iron, and vitamins directly into the bullet hole you just got, i guaran-fucking-tee you it's gonna inoculate you against the Wasteland sniffles. Sure you'll feel like you got hit by a canon ball for a couple days, but like. You won't get whatever brain melting virus passes for the flu up there.

[chryblossomjjk]

midnight mistakes | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING: m/18+

⇢ WC: 2.5k

⇢ WARNINGS: v brief sm*t, v slight angst, oc is sick rip, pregnancy scare putting their relationship to the test eep!!!, brief mentions of abortion (reader considers it)

⇢ SUMMARY: a midnight romp with jungkook leads to tears on your cheeks and a pregnancy test in your hand

⇢ NOTES: i miss writing sm so here's a lil drabble of our otp :') school has been v overwhelming lately and it makes me so sad that i don't have as much time to write on here anymore. hopefully, things will calm down soon. for now, enjoy this crumb!! i love you all, let me know what you think!! if you haven't read the series yet, pls read that before this if u want to!! this wasn't beta'd so i apologize for any grammar issues or typos rip

⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST

The sequence of events that landed you in this situation; having a teary, heaving breakdown in front of your bathroom mirror, was absolutely ridiculous, to say the least.

“I’m gonna kill someone,” you squeak, breathless from the endless stream of sneezes ripping through you. The glow of the alarm clock on your nightstand reads 1 a.m. as you reach for a tissue. Violently blowing your nose does little to ease its congestion. With a shaky sigh, you crumple the sodden napkin and toss it into the bin beside your bed; overthrown by contents alike. The wet ball hits the paper mountain before rolling onto your pretty pink area rug.

You shiver, how fucking disgusting. 

A stressful week of labs and quizzes has tanked your immune system, making you susceptible to all the little germs and illnesses that strike when the brisk winter air transitions into the pollen-laced breeze of spring. The antibiotics you were prescribed did little to help your runny nose and sore throat. Pausing the anime playing on your phone, you open your messages. 

dumbo love you, get some rest please xx

So much for getting rest. You weren’t expecting a text back. Jungkook had offered to spend the night, but you encouraged him to go. It was his last semester after all. Still, you were pouty and needy, wanting nothing more than to snuggle into his arms and let the swirls of his delicate fingers on your back lull you to sleep. Instead, here you were, confined to your bed, watching Naruto solo as Jungkook, Tae, and Mina lived it up; taking shots until they were belligerent. 

A distinguishable knock rattles the door before you can press play again.

“What are you doing here?” 

Jungkook stands in your doorway, oversized black tee hanging over his equally oversized green cargo pants. His cute little mullet falls in sweaty loops around his face. “Still feelin’ like shit?” He coos, cringing at your disheveled appearance and the croak in your voice. Ignoring your question, he holds up the various items in his big hands. “I picked up a few things; cough drops—not the cherry kind ‘cause those are fucking nasty,” you laugh at the side note, “—extra spicy ramen and hot sauce to clear out your sinuses.”

Your peer at the array of remedies with wide eyes. Their ability to cure your flu symptoms is questionable. You don’t even have a way of boiling water to make said ramen in your cramped dorm, but the sentiment has your chest swelling with something other than a violent cough for the first time in days. Abruptly, you pull him into a tight embrace. 

“Ah, I see,” he laughs, wrapping an arm around the small of your back and walking you back into the room, kicking the door closed behind him. “My Bambi missed me.”

“I did,” you nuzzle into him further, “but you shouldn’t be here… you should be having fun with your friends.”

“Nah, fuck ‘em,” he retorts playfully, putting the quote-unquote medicine down and then plopping onto the bed, taking you with him. “Besides, what kind of shit boyfriend ditches their sick girlfriend to go to a party anyways?”

“The kind that should be enjoying his last semester,” you frown. 

“I am, though. I enjoy spending time with you more than anything else.”

As he lays under you, black tresses splayed against your white comforter like a misshapen halo, you feel so incredibly lucky. Gently, you run your fingers through his choppy bangs, pushing them out of his doe eyes. “Have you been drinking?” 

“Not really, just a couple shots of Fireball and a few beers.” That much alcohol would have knocked you on your lightweight ass, but after years of beer pong and keg stands, Jungkook’s tolerance was damn near Kage level. It took a lot more than that to get him drunk. “I kinda…” he averts your gaze, something he does when he’s sad or guilty. “I felt really bad so I left.”

“Jungkook, I told you it was okay.”

“I know,” he nods, sliding a warm palm under your shirt, rubbing his thumb against your skin in soothing lines. “But I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” Using your fingertip, you brush an eyelash off the apple of his cheek. “Thank you… for coming back for me.”

“Of course, Bambi.” He leans up and presses a deep kiss to your dehydrated lips.

“Kook, stop,” you mumble, craning your neck back. “You’re gonna get sick.”

“I don’t care.”

It doesn’t take much convincing. If Jungkook doesn’t care, why should you? 

What follows is a battle of warm tongues and the needy clash of his bunny teeth against yours. Tender touches coax your Sailor Moon pajama set to the floor with the promise of Jungkook’s delicious love. Before you know it, you’re sinking down onto his hard length, fingers digging into his shoulders as he slouches against your headboard.

“Take it all,” he whispers, jaw slacking as he tilts his head down, getting a clear view of your wet cunt swallowing the remaining few inches. A slick film coats the two fingers he used to hold himself up for you as your lip pillow around the base. “Yeah, just like that.” His face contorts in pleasure, overcome by your warm, slippery walls after a week of illness-induced celibacy. “Feels good, huh baby? Tell me how good my dick makes you feel.”

He wants praise and dirty talk, but the tickle in your nose makes you pause, bracing yourself as a slew of sneezes pours out of you. Eight sneezes to be exact. Jungkook’s high-pitched cackle is drowned out by a shriek as you cup your hand over your leaking nostrils. “EW!”

“Shut up, it’s fine!” He grabs a tissue from the nearly empty box. “Lemme see,” he mumbles, pulling your hand down and wiping it clean, then doing the same to your face afterward and tossing the kleenex in your glittery pink trash bin. 

“I’m sorry,” you peep, completely mortified.

“Don’t worry.” The crooked bunny grin eases your nerves. “That was fire, actually. You clenched around me so tight.”

You squint at him and then bury your head into the crook of his neck. You make love to each other; slow and gentle. At one point, Jungkook locks his tattooed fingers in between yours, pecking your bare shoulder as lazy drags of your hips bring you both to writhing climaxes. And he looks so beautiful when he climaxes, gnawing at his lip piercing, skin dewy from sweat and the moonlight shining through the blinds. 

At that moment, you felt nothing but love and pure ecstasy. 

Isn’t it funny how pleasures of the past can create complete devastation in the present?

Clutching the edge of the porcelain sink, you stare down at the pink box of pregnancy tests. There’s tear stains on your cheeks. A pain in your lungs from all the sobbing. You wish Jungkook had been a shit boyfriend that night. You’d give anything to take it all back. 

Like a sixth sense, there’s a distinguishable knock at the door. 

“Hey, I-” he stops short, brows furrowing as his dark pupils scan your face. “Have you been crying?”

“What do you think?” You shouldn’t snap at him, but the waves of anxiety washing over you make you highly sensitive. Truthfully, you weren’t going to tell Jungkook any of this. His showing up had put an awful wrench in your plans. Well, unless the test came back positive. Then, you’d be forced to tell him. You clamp your hand over your mouth, the thought making you sick to your stomach. 

“__, take a deep breath. Sit down.” You do and he follows suit. “What's going on?”  

“I-” you gulp, swallowing back a whine, struggling to form a coherent sentence. There’s no escape, you have to confess. “I think I might be pregnant.”

There’s an eerie silence once the words hit the air, lingering over you both like a dark, dreary cloud. It takes Jungkook a moment to internalize the weight of the situation, but you can tell when the thunder strikes. The pink tinge in his cheeks fades to a stark, sickly white as he inhales shakily. “Fuck-” Leaning his elbows against his knees, he digs the heels of his palms into his eyes, shielding them. “I thought you were on the pill.” 

“I am, but I was taking antibiotics last week and I read that they can make birth control less effective- and I’ve been having symptoms lately.” It all comes out in a jumbled mess like word vomit. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t move. And it scares you. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.” Despite his posture, his tone is still and calm. “I just… don’t know what to say. It’s a lot to take in.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as the floodgates finally burst. You were still in the swell of your STEM program. Jungkook is just about to graduate with a Bachelor’s in photography. Both of your lives would come to a screeching halt if the worst were true. You weren’t ready for a baby, not in the slightest. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey, don’t-.” Finally, Jungkook sits up, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. The other arm repeats as he rests his chin on top of your head, rocking your shaking frame back and forth for comfort. “Don’t apologize, don’t cry. Why don’t you take a test before we start freaking the fuck out?”

You suppose he’s right. 

The walk to the bathroom is a blur. Suddenly, you’re on the toilet with that evil stick in hand. Jungkook is sitting on the floor with his eyes closed, knees bent and head leaned back against the wood of the cabinet. Normally, you’re extremely pee-shy. It literally will not come out. Under these circumstances, you can’t bring yourself to care. 

“You pee so softly,” Jungkook says through an airy laugh. “I pee really hard- and fast. Like-” he makes a little whooshing noise with his mouth, “like a hose.” 

“Baby, please,” you huff, setting the test aside and pulling your sweats up. You know he’s trying to ease your nerves, but this is one situation where his lighthearted jokes and comments ceased to make you smile. “This is serious.”

“Trust me, I know.” Spreading his legs, he pats the carpet between them. “C’mere.” As soon as you hit the ground he’s embracing you, trailing kisses all over your exposed skin. “What now?”

“Now,” you sigh, setting a timer on your phone for three minutes, “we wait.”

“You know… it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if it’s positive.”

“It would be absolutely awful, Jungkook.” It’s a sweet sentiment but you know he’s lying, right through his bunny teeth. Late-night conversations in bed about the future ring in your head. ‘Honestly, I don’t think I want kids,’ Jungkook had hummed in the middle of My Neighbor Totoro, ‘ever.’ Generally, you felt the same way, but the memory is terrifying in this context; sitting on the bathroom floor with him, waiting for an answer that could contradict all of your plans and possibly crumble the entire foundation of your relationship.

“Who am I kidding?” He chuckles humorlessly. “You’re right, it would be fucking awful.”

Nervously, you toy with the silver rings on his inked fingers. “What if it’s positive, Jungkook?”

“Let’s just wait until we get the results.”

“But what if it’s positive?” You twist in his arms, showing him your glassy eyes and deep frown. Showing him that his answer, regardless of what the test says, was very important to you. 

He blinks at you, lips opening and then closing promptly as he mulls over his words. “If it is… then we’ll take care of it.”

There’s a dual meaning to the sentiment that makes you chew on your bottom lip, eyes flickering up to the white ceiling to stop yourself from crying. Take care of it as in going through with it? Or take care of it as in… the other option? Honestly, the latter would be your first choice, and you’re sure it’s his as well. But for whatever reason, the fact that he assumed it makes your heart ache. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means whatever you want it to mean.” Gently, he smooths a hand over your trembling thighs before they frantically search for yours. “Just… whatever you want to do… whatever you want, I’ll support it… I’m here.”

A breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in releases in relief. You feel stupid for even questioning him. After all these months of unconditional love, you should know better. Bringing your locked hands up, you kiss his fingertips. The smile it brings out of him is just as soft as your touch. “I love you so much.”

“I love y-.”

He’s cut off by the blaring ring of your timer.

“Please, can you look?” You mumble, shaking your head and covering your eyes. “I can’t do it.”

You feel his torso twist against your back as he reaches for the test on your countertop. The time between him grabbing it and the dreaded answer feels like an eternity.

“Negative.” 

“Thank fuck!” You groan, doing a complete 180 and wrapping your arms around his neck in celebration. You haven’t felt this type of excitement since you were a child, waking up on Christmas morning and seeing colorful presents under the tree.

“What made you think you were pregnant in the first place?”

You hesitate to respond. In retrospect, it’s not as valid of a reason as you originally thought. “I’ve been feeling sick in the morning.”

Pulling back, Jungkook deadpans you. “Bambi, no shit. You’ve been sick all week.”

“I know but,” you pout, twirling a ringlet at the nape of his neck, “google said I could be pregnant…”

“You’re so fucking lucky you’re cute,” he laughs, holding you flush to him and nipping your cheek playfully. “You’ve got to be the most dramatic person I’ve ever met in my life.” You know he’s joking, but the comment makes your expression drop a bit. “But that’s part of the reason I love you so much. I’m never bored with you.”

Once again, you truly don’t know how you got so lucky. 

“Alright,” he huffs, using all of his strength to haul you up into the air and walk you back to your bedroom. Instinctually and habitually, you wrap your legs around his cinched waist. “We finished Avatar last time, so what’re we watching tonight?”

You click your tongue in contemplation. “Naruto.”

“Naruto? Bambi, isn’t Naruto like- a billion episodes long?”

When he tosses you down onto the mattress, you pout and bat your long lashes at him, pulling out all the provenly successful manipulation tactics. “Please?”

“Fine,” he grumbles, plopping down beside you. “But don’t be mad if I knock out.”

And like clockwork, Jungkook dozes off in the middle of the second episode, but that’s okay, because despite how horrible the pregnancy scare was, it truly solidified Jungkook’s presence in your life. You have all the time in the world to watch hours and hours of subpar filler episodes, and you’ll do it happily as long as you’re with him.

© chryblossomjjk 2023 [do not copy, translate or repost]

[catscidr]

hiiiii omg your childe fic was SO. CUTE. 😭😭🩷🩷🩷 sooooo could I request a scenario where alhaitham and reader are roommates???? romantic tension is real 🤭 imagine the lingering stares at his body (muscles) and getting caught ??? you cooking for him?? falling asleep on his shoulder on the couch?? helping him fix his tie for work???? he's so cute i am absolutely deranged i am so sorry ☺️☺️☺️ dating but not dating fr

i made this into a drabble-y format because i wanted to write things inspired by ur ideas without the story dragging on or being repetitive ueagdhfgs i GET the al haitham brainrot he’s so. aa. if i ever say no to romanticizing mundane life call the fire dept because that is Not me. also never apologize for being feral over a fictional man...... no one is immune to hot 2d men ⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝⸝ cw: fluff, domestic life shenanigans, reader ogles his muscles bc Yeah, lowkey crack a little bit includes: gn!reader, alhaitham, lowkey modern au sorta kindof maybe wc: 1,3k

Living with Alhaitham is easy. Living with your feelings for him, however, is not. At first you thought you would simply get flustered by him because he looked intimidating and because you didn’t know him all that well- you were just a little scared of him and the way your heart raced around him was because of your body panicking. Surely. But, the more time went on and you got to know him, slowly but surely, he came out of his shell and your schedules began to merge to allow yourselves to easily (metaphorically) dance around the other, a seamless waltz that you perfected to a tee. And, to no one's surprise, you weren't perpetually flustered because of how scary he could look.

-ˋˏ his and your chores

Cleaning up after yourself when you live with someone is imperative; when you live alone you can let yourself go a little, but when you share a living space with someone it’s only courteous to keep your shared space clean of any messes. 

You and Alhaitham had agreed that you’d share chores. Most of the time, when you were on picking-up-the-trash duty you wouldn’t need to do too much since he would have emptied out his own trashcan in the communal bin, and the same thing applied to him when it was his turn to maintain your shared bathroom clean since you’d do your best to keep it as clean as possible. However, one of the things you didn’t realize would affect you so much was when you had agreed to this “system” was when you’d see him do the dishes for the first time. 

Something as banal as your roommate standing over the kitchen sink, sleeveless shirt exposing his muscles as he scrubbed the plates you had both used to eat dinner. Was it the water that would occasionally splash on him, making his black tank look even the slightest bit sheer and making you stare shamelessly, drinking in the sight? Was it his small scowl whenever he touched soggy bits of food in the sink? (making you wish he was scowling at you in a strange desire to have his attention even if it was as a result of a bad thing)

...it was probably because, when he was doing the dishes, you realized he always had his headphones in, and it allowed you to stare at him all you wanted when he wasn’t facing you because he was so focused on his task. 

He caught you staring once, but you managed to convince him that it wasn't what it looked like (it was) 

-ˋˏ coming back from the gym 

Alhaitham went to the gym often, that much you could guess from his build. No one had biceps that thick from genes alone- you got to confirm your guess when you (literally) ran into him when he was coming back from the gym in the middle of the night. He promptly apologized (with an expressionless face) and explained that the gym was much quieter at 3am when you asked him why in the Seven he was at the gym so late. Though the flat was dark, you could still see the faint outline of his body from the small bits of moonlight shining through... somewhere. Peeling your eyes away from him you make your way to the fridge to do what you had come out of your room for- that good cold, mid-night glass of water. 

His eyes followed your sluggish figure, scoffing amusedly. With only a few steps, he catches up to you and grabs the glass from your hands, chugging it. Some water dribbles down the side of his mouth down his chin and you do nothing but gawk at him, emotions a mess. 

Should you be mad he so rudely took your glass of water? Or should you be grateful you could see how body properly, illuminated by the fridge light? One thing you knew for sure, you were going to need to grab a new glass of water since he stole yours. 

-ˋˏ making food

With your chores separated, there was one thing you had agreed to do on your own- that being anything regarding lunch and dinner. Breakfast was easy enough; you’d eat a normal portion of a normal breakfast while Al Haitham would eat almost twice as much as you because of his workout routine (he had explained how he had to bulk and offered to pay for the extra groceries) so you often ate the same thing since it was more convenient. 

Lunch was different. Sometimes you had places to be (whether it be work or class) and you wouldn’t be there to eat lunch, vice versa. The same thing applied to dinner. So, when you both were at the apartment at the same time for a meal that wasn’t breakfast, you’d make food for the other- but only occasionally. Basically, only when you felt like it. 

The first time he cooked you dinner he made a hearty soup that, by taking one glance at it, made your mouth water. You insisted that he make more to keep as leftovers so you could bring some to eat when you had time between classes, but he refused, saying that it was best fresh. 

So, he made you dinner more often. Every time he did you felt your heart clench at the domestic sight; Alhaitham in a corny, pink and frilly apron with his sleeves rolled up, carefully chopping up vegetables and tossing spices in the pot. 

One time he accidentally cut his finger and you rushed to his side to help. You held his hand under the running water of the sink and had to force your brain to act normally- it was hard not to let it wander when you kept focusing on the feeling of his hand in yours. 

A different time, he made you taste the broth by holding the spoon up to your mouth. The proximity nearly killed you. 

-ˋˏ convincing him to play games together 

Your roommate spent most of his time being productive, unlike you. Most of the time. 

You offered to play games together every so often when you had first moved in. His answer was a polite no (but still equally gut-wrenching and embarrassing to be on the receiving end of) and you gave up for a while. It couldn’t be that bad to have a beefy, intimidating roommate you barely knew, right? It was fine if you stayed strangers and just... respected the other person’s space. Probably. 

But eventually, your relationship changed from strangers to roommates to acquainted roommates. It was then that, when he saw you on your laptop in the living room, playing the role of Player 1 and Player 2 to solve puzzles, that he thought maybe he should just... play something with you. He told himself that he just felt bad for you, but part of him was actually interested in what you were playing. 

He sat next to you, startling you from the sudden shift on the sofa. 

“Is your offer still on the table?” he asked with an amused smirk, watching the character on your screen fall into poison. With a bashful smile you nod, placing the laptop closer to him so it could rest on your right thigh and his left thigh. 

Explaining the rules of the game was easy enough; you’re fireboy and he’s watergirl, each of you have to go through your own door to clear the level and to get to those doors you have to solve puzzles with the other one’s help. Needless to say, you both learned a lot from each other.  

You didn’t know your silver haired, perpetually calm roommate could raise his voice and he didn’t know you had such a wide, extensive vocabulary. 

[misc-obeyme]

simeon having had exposure to small pox in a way that it exists in his system but as an angel his immune system never paid it any mind then he turns human and mc has to pull up to the doctors office w him asap like 'hey yknow that vaccine we havent really had to use in decades since the disease was eradicated? yeah break that bad boy out. also we need appointments for everything else' and when the doctors are like 'why is this grown man not vaccinated against anything and also how is he still alive????' mc gets to go 'whackjob asshole father' (in this house we talk shit about om god)

Yessssss because OM god is the WORST and I am ALWAYS good with shit talking that guy.

Ahhh poor Simeon, I imagine him being his usual calm and smiling self while on the inside he's freaking out like am I gonna die!?

Meanwhile, MC is trying to figure out what to put on his new patient paperwork. They're gonna have to come up with a believable year for his birthday on the spot. And I suppose they could just say he has no history of illness in his family at all, which would technically be true? MC's like okay no medications, pretty sure Simeon doesn't smoke, uh... and then they'd have to ask. Hey Simeon, are you sexually active? I gotta know for the papers.

And Simeon's just like excuse you?? (Unless MC already knows the answer to this question tee hee...)

Do they even make the small pox vaccine anymore?? I have no idea, to be honest with you. Gonna need a TDAP and whatever they call the ones for measles & mumps... the dr's like... uhhh does he want the COVID vaccine too? Simeon's not going to understand the political nonsense behind that question, so he just goes with whatever MC suggests. Do they still do the polio vaccine?? I'm not sure about that one, either, but he might need that, too.

I think there may be some time in between things like I think TDAP has two shots? He might have to go back for a second round on some of them. I don't know if you can even get them all at once. Also if he's already got the diseases would it be too late?? I really don't know lol.

I like to think that he managed to survive, even if it was a trial by fire, through the help of MC and the miracle of modern medicine. What a way to welcome him to his new human life!

[wazzappp]

Retroviruses got me fucked up

@moosemonstrous are u ready for a dissertation? I hope so.

people who followed me for art I'm so sorry

ALRIGHT so we're gonna cover a couple areas.

General information about retroviruses.

Details about The Corruption and theories about how it works inside the body.

SPECIFICALLY ROBBIES viral weird shit. Cause what he has going on is even more fucked up than normal fucked up. Fucked up squared.

Me ranting about skin necrosis and why I shouldn't have just. Thown it in there because I thought it would look fucky wucky.

GENERAL INFORMATION ABOUT RETROVIRUSES:

As most people know, a virus is a cell that enters the body of a host and alters its DNA to turn that hosts cells into virus making factories. This is what allows viruses to duplicate and spread through the body so quickly. But whats that? 'What makes retroviruses different from other viruses?' I hear you asking? WELL EXCELLENT QUESTION THATS A PERFECT PLACE TO START. A retrovirus is different because its method of self duplication involves an enzyme called reverse transcriptase. This makes retroviral infection PERMANENT. Even if the virus is defeated by the immune system, those changes stick around. The phrasing used was 'ipso facto mutagenic' meaning 'by the fact itself/inevitable'.

...Which is kinda metal honestly I want it on a tee shirt (definetly not thinking of Amadeus saying that to Robbie as he tries his best to explain theres no way to undo whats going on with him. nahhhh angst don't got a hold on me like that [<- vibrating])

'Ohhh but if those genetic changes never go away, doesn't that mean that those viruses will get passed on through peoples children?' ASKING SUCH GOOD QUESTIONS TODAY MY MUTUAL BECAUSE THE ANSWER IS YES. Once a retrovirus codes itself into a hosts gnome, its called a provirus (pro gamer move right there) Fun (not fun) fact around 8% of the human gnome is made of proviruses. These are called endogenous viruses, and for the most part they just kinda sit there and stay dormant. TERRIFYINGLY, other viral infections can trigger these endogenous viruses out of dormancy. As for what actually causes a provirus to go dormant uhhhhhhhh I dunno. Couldn't find an answer in my research someone make me look stupid with an answer please because I wanna know.

Ok now lets talk about the immune system a little bit. There are a few different kind of cells at work (hehehehehe) that help to fight viruses and other infections in the body. The first are Cytotoxic T cells or Killer T Cells. These are the cells that directly destroy cells displaying genetic patterns they recognize as bad. Next we have CD+4 Cells (Helper T Cells) which act as a library that stores information about how to identify an infected cell, and shares that information with other Killer T cells once one figures it out. Then there are the Regulatory T cells which suppress your immune responses to maintain homeostasis. They're what (USUALLY) stops your immune system from killing you while trying to clear a virus. Last there are Macrophage. CELLS AT WORK MAID MILFS- I mean cells that clear the debris that remain after the Killer T Cells are done destroying them.

Retroviruses have two primary ways of either side-stepping the immune system or just. Overwhelming it completely. Acutely transforming retroviruses do just that. They reproduce too quickly for Killer T cells to destroy them all and exhaust the system. The second type are called Non Acute Retroviruses. They camouflage viral particles as immune cells to suppress the immune system. For example, HLTV-1 is a retrovirus that disguises itself as a Regulatory T cell to artificially suppress the immune response thats trying to kill it.

HTLV-1 is really interesting because most of the time patients are asymptomatic, but 5% can graduate to HTLV-1 associated myelopathy/tropical spastic paraparesis, which affects the spinal cord and white matter of the central nervous system. This usually results in the weakening of lower extremities and sometimes total bowl/bladder control loss. It suckkssssss (but is also a retrovirus that affects the central nervous system so were circling back to it later 👀).

SPECULATION ABOUT THE CORRUPTION:

I've said previously that The Corruption has potential for a retrovirus that affects the central nervous system by degrading the brains ability to regulate muscular contraction, while also pumping out a ton of cortisol and adrenaline to encourage 'hysterical strength'.

Now I did a little more research about Hypoglycemia and combined with the nerve damage people would likely die from cardiac arrhythmia, which is a life threatening kind of ventricular fibrillation. Long and short, it means their hearts don't have the proper energy and stimulation to keep beating properly, so they stop beating in sync. This results in insufficient blood flow to vital areas like the brain, and combined with the inadequate blood sugar, this would result in very fast brain death.

Let's talk about the immune systems response to this Corruption retrovirus. We would most likely see lots of inflammation, and with the main focus being on nerve cell this would probably result in meningitis, which is inflammation of the tissue surrounding the brain and spinal cord. If left untreated this could result in a coma and then death. So we're seeing a SHIT ton of pressure on the brain and central nervous system. Which is like. VERY BAD for a person. We're talking brain death very very fast.

As for how the virus would target the nervous system directly we could look to real world examples like rabies (ahhhh rabies. can never get away from you). The virus would attach to nicotinic acetylcholine receptors, which are what turns chemical signals into electrical signals in your nerves. It would then spread through the axons of the central nervous system and eventually reach the brain. We could also pull a rabies with 'once you see symptoms it's too late' which I, personally, find fucking terrifying.

In terms of the virus losing its effectiveness once outside the body of a Demon/Kaiju we would likely need to look at the anatomy of a retrovirus itself. The outermost area is composed of envelope spikes, which tell the cell to let it in. After that is an envelope protein which plays an important role in complete virus particle (virion) assembly. Theres then a protein shell that contains reverse transcriptase and the RNA gnome that it will use to recode a host cell. If this virus evolved to survive in an environment that is always warm (hell. lol. lmao.) it might not be prepared to deal with these colder temperatures in our world. This could result in damage to the protective protein barriers and cause damage to the real important parts, the RNA and reverse transcriptase. This would mean that the virus would not be near as effective as a fully intact retrovirus cell.

The Corruption could be an endogenous virus thats embedded into the Demon/Kaiju gnome that wouldn't affect them, but would absolutely affect us because we haven't seen them before.

ROBBIES WEIRD FUCKSHIT:

alright guys this is where we put the FI into SCIFI cause your about to read a whole lot of nonsense sentences.

Robbie. Robbie is fucking WEIRD in EVERY universe and this shit is absolutely not different. Him being exposed to that previously mentioned damaged version of the virus from a young age might not give him true immunity but it would give him SOMETHING to work with. His immune system is at least slightly familiar with it and at this point whatever damaged version he came into contact with has already established itself as a provirus in him.

The Corruption thats established itself in The Charger is different.

Like I mentioned in my first diagram, I think there was a chemical reaction that stabilized the corrosive aspect of The Corruption, but this reaction would also have had an effect on the retroviral properties of the Demon/Kaiju material. ESPECIALLY when we add Eli into the mix.

Now, I think generally the amount of radiation that these viruses would be exposed to would kill them (if you believe viruses are alive. there is some MEGA debate going on about that). But if the corruption was just stabilized/hardened on the outside and left squishy and organic on the inside, that would successfully protect everything. And whats that organic squishyness on the inside? EXCELLENT QUESTION AGAIN. If Eli died while inside The Charger then it's not a stretch to think his DNA would have been incorporated and stored via through the natural processes of the retrovirus as a provirus. And so you end up with the genetic mixture of a horrifying creature capable of heinous acts, and a Demon/Kaiju. WITH retroviral properties. Dear god.

Robbie would get exposed to this the very first time he enters the Charger. Because of his semi-immunity + genetic relation to Eli he would likely be able to overcome the more meatsuit damaging aspects of this mixture and just get right through the genome editing without much fuss from his immune system. We would still have a certain degree of damage to his nervous system which allows for that change in strength that would occur in usual examples of the virus (maybe some added aggression from mild influence in his amygdala), but not to a deadly degree. Honestly this shit would barely classify as a virus its just. A nightmare mutagen at this point. So while some of his gnome would remain fairly the same, a good 30% to 50% is megafucked.

Changing Robbies genotype to this degree will naturally result in a change to his phenotype! For the sake of fun were gonna ignore stem cells and their weirdness (for now. I just need to stew on it a little longer and I can make up some bullshit I'm sure). The damage his muscles would experience from less regulated signals would mean they experience muscle tears and subsequent muscle growth. For usual muscle damage from exercise this takes a few days, so if we wanted to keep with that timeline it could be interesting to introduce some minorly sped up healing. That would also be fun for reactivating the growth plates in his bones to allow him to become bigger and taller overall (boring body horror my beloved @cicada-candy that term is never leaving).

THEN you can get into some of the fucky wuckier traits like tapetum lucidum and TEEF. TEEEEEEFFFF. The teeth in particular could go a few different ways. You could just have growth and development of the canines resume until they become elongated and more prominant. OR. You could replace the teeth with bony protrusions from the skull that would push out the original canines and grow in their place. Because of the time it takes for bones to heal your looking at this happening around 20 weeks out. Literally any fun trait you want to take from Demon/Kaiju could apply here.

The most important part would be the nerve bundles on his spine that would be used to bluetooth to The Charger (<- this is a nonsense sentence. I am aware of this). These would provide faster communication with the charger and (theoretically) more intuitive movement, while also allowing him to eventually controlling the charger from the outside. Please note that this would cause EXTREME STRESS to his nervous system. It would be like a person trying to flex a muscle the size of another person for the first time. LEARNING PROCESS. TAKE IT SLOW OR HAVE AN ANEURYSM.

Which leads me to the youtuber apology part of this.

WHY I SHOULDNT HAVE JUMPED TO SKIN NECROSIS:

Skin necrosis is a result of the mass death of skin cells that is furthered by the damage to blood cells. This usually results in a blackened, leathery texture to the necrosed skin. I SHOULD HAVE NEVER EVEN MENTIONED THIS.

What I SHOULD have done is said 'hmm ah yes it would make more sense for some protective covering over these nerve concentrations to either come from materials in Robbies body or to mutate into the skin of the Demon/Kaiju'. This is why we do sufficient research before getting back on our bullshit, wazz (mental note mental note mental note mental note).

I am quite partial to the idea of that stronger/thicker Demon skin/armor growing under Robbies skin and it just itches and burns until he cant ignore it anymore. And then he can pull off. Whatever skin is on the top of it. HEHHEHEHOHOHOHO DELICOUS MENTAL IMAGE of him panicking because he just wanted to scratch his back but now theres blood on his hands and skin sloughing off and dear fucking lord how did he get to this point in his life (<- I daydream about normal things guys don't worry. very average things).

ANYWAY uhhhh if you made it this far I love you. Legit. Have a cookie. Take a nap. Have a happy holidaze <3.

[lupusbadass]

Lupus

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[ginger-grimm]

🐼 + Tee? <3

Thank you, @rose-of-oz! Also tagging @dancingsunflowers-ocs!

Would they consider going onto a game/talent show on TV? If so, which one have they always had in mind?: I don't think he would go one one. He would find it too tedious and he's not the greatest of team players.

Have they ever done something stupid to try and impress someone?: Probably. He likes to think he's above it and too smart but Greer makes him go cookoo and he's probably tried a trick shot or spell for her that wiped him out.

Something they collect: Old spell books

Their theme song: No Surprises by Radiohead

If they get sick easily or not: No, not really. His immune system is strengthened through his magic and he's a homebody so he's usually fine.

Their go-to destination for a day trip: Going to the skating ramp or playing Pokémon in a field in the sun with a friend.

If they've ever worked a summer job, what was it?: He has never worked one. His mother liked to keep him hidden in his childhood.

Last year's Halloween costume: He went as Pickachu (it was the first time he dressed up for Halloween, or rather the first time he had the opportunity)

Their go-to flavor for anything: Gingerbread

Is there one thing they always manage to break, no matter what? What is it?: Skateboards

[topazshadowwolf]

Fuzzynight- sickfic. Can they get sick??

Can you get a sickfic? Oh yes, you can! And if you want a follow-up to this that may occur if someone asks nicely. BTW, this occurs before the hurt-comfort that is the Lyra hurt one. And part of what I consider is the "Main FuzzyNight Story."

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The corruption that surrounded him felt cold. It always was cool, but right now, he was cold to the point that he would occasionally shiver. His skull ached, and the magic within him was “off,” causing a wet cough that rattled in his chest.

How miserable.

When was the last time he was sick?

With everything going on, he allowed himself to get worn down. The week leading up to now, he had not slept in preparation for this week, only to have all of it derailed. First, Error injured Killer and Dust; then, Horror became sick the next day. No matter how much Nightmare emphasized that he didn’t want Cross to try to do too much to help on his own, the youngest skeleton didn’t listen. Cross then got hurt trying to solo a supply run for Nightmare while the guardian had his hands full.

The boys were all well now, but Nightmare had overdone it and must have picked up some kind of bug while shopping for supplies. All the stress and poor sleep left his immune system weak to such an attack. However, he didn’t have time to be sick, so he shuffled his way to his office instead of lying in bed. The boys protested him being up and out of bed, but he was immortal. This wasn’t the first time some virus or bacteria decided to attack him. They can’t kill him. In the end, his superior immune system will always win.

It was starting to hurt to cough, and he couldn’t prevent himself from doing so. He was in the middle of a document when he kept coughing until it made him throw up in his trashcan. What a rancid taste it left behind.

For a moment, he pitied mortals and their weaker immunities.

He tied the bag and used a portal to toss the offensive garbage into the pile. Sitting back in his chair, he sighed… he now felt hot… or cold? Both? He wasn’t entirely sure anymore. There was still too much to do…

—-

Everything in her home shook as a rumbling passed through. He was angrier than usual. All this past week into this one, nothing she could do would calm him. Normally, tricking him into believing he killed her does the trick for a while. But currently, that is not the case.

His hatred of her permeated every inch of this shattered world. His anger was thick in the air, keeping her fur on end. It didn’t require being an empath to feel. Like walking into a room with others tense with your presence, her home was far from welcoming. That feeling of not belonging in her own home was nagging at her.

What use was she now, anyway?

She was too much of a coward to save her home. Too much of a coward to save him. Everything wrong in her life was because she hid away. She thought she was doing the right thing. That she was brave. But the truth was far harsher than the lies she chose to believe.

The facts are that she was not needed. Nightmare sought peace on his own. Balance wasn’t required for that. Error and Ink will likely find their balance as well. So, what was she other than a useless guardian?

No one needed her…

Lyra was startled as a song started playing. What was that? Her side was buzzing too. Reaching into the pocket in her dress, she pulled out her cell phone. She forgot Nightmare gave her this as she rarely used it or received a call. 

The number she did not know, but she dared to answer.

“Hello?”

“lyra!” Replied a familiar voice. “it’s me, killer.”

“Hello, Killer! I should add you to my contact list,” She said with a smile.

“sure, but later. we’ve gotta emergency going on here. hey, bee tee dub, did boss call you recently?” Killer asked.

“No, why? Is he alright?” She stood up, ready to leave if needed.

“okay, long story short,” Killer said before taking a deep breath, “all four of us were out of commission for the week and mister-i-can-handle-this-on-my-own clearly tried to do everything by himself and is now coughing up his nonexistent lungs but refusing to go back to bed,” Killer said quickly then took a gasp of air as Lyra sighed.

“I will be right there,” Lyra replied as she focused on a portal to Nightmare’s castle. The earth trembled again. He was closer this time, and she could hear the bellowing roar more clearly.

“whoa, what was that? you okay? need us to come help you first?” Killer asked.

“No, it… I will handle this later,” She replied as calmly as she could.

“uh huh… you and Nightmare, always trying to do everything on your own. news flash for ya,  lady! you got him and us in your corner, along with dream and his buddies. we need ya, okay? so, if you need some help now and then or even every day, just say so. capeesh?” There was a heavy sigh, “i mean, nighty’s sick from doing all this stuff on his own, and i didn’t even know you immortal types could ever get sick.”

Killer then burst into a mass of giggles, “pfft, i sound like boss lecturing you. see ya when you get here! oh! hang on, dust wants to say something.”

“i’m going to prank call dream and core ‘til you get here,” Dust said flatly.

“that sounds fun,” she heard Horror’s grumbling voice say in the background.

“No, don’t do that,” Lyra stated worriedly.

“hey, my blaster has gotten better at balancing stuff on her nose. bet she could balance that vase in the hall,” Killer giggled.

“and i’m going to invite epic over!” Cross announced loudly.

“no, you’re not!” “grab him!” “we don’t need him here.”

There was a clatter as the phone hit the floor, and she could hear Cross hollering for help. Lyra sighed heavily while trying not to laugh. “Boys!” She called, trying to regain control.

“sorry, lyra, you’re not here to stop us,” Dust said, and just as he was hanging up, she heard him add, “i got the duct tape.”

She will need to take care of that chaos first, then tend to Nightmare. 

Once again, she started to focus on her magic. She has done this several times before, but it was always tricky. She needed to open a portal through her own barrier that led into Nightmare’s realm and through his barrier. Thankfully she knows where his home is and how it feels, so her magic, searching for his home, can locate it.

It was like an extension of herself, stretching out and touching the dome of magic over his world. At first, there was a sharp shock, a warning. This was his home! He will defend it from all threats! Then his magic recognized hers, and she felt a warm, welcomed feeling as it allowed her magic to pass and build a pathway for her to walk through.

She walked through the portal to a place that felt more like home than the place she was born. With a sigh, she looked around. A muffled sound caught her attention, and she spotted Cross looking at her with pleading eyelights as he was duct taped to the wall—the poor dear. 

“I could leave you here. At least I would know you weren’t causing trouble,” She said as she put her hands on her hips. Cross’ eyelights wobbled a little, and she sighed, “Enough with the puppy eyes. I am getting you down.”

She extended her claws, which made cutting the tape easy, and she lowered the youngest of the four troublemakers down. He got the tape off his mouth as she grabbed him by the hood to drag him along. “Come along; we are finding your older brothers. You are all in deep trouble.”

“awww, lyra, i didn’t even do anything,” Cross whined but quickly became silent as Lyra shot him a glare.

“Threatening the peace of your ‘employers’ home is bad enough,” She stated.

Cross grumbled but didn’t argue further as Lyra dragged him beside her. Horror and Dust were the next two that were easy to find. They had hidden away in the music room, but Dust’s voice saying, “well, you better go catch it,” alerted her to them being there. Both started laughing right away.

“i can’t believe he fell for that!” Horror said between wheezy chuckles.

“n-neither can i!” Dust replied in near-hysterical laughter. It reached a point that, as Lyra walked in, he flopped over on his back from laughing so hard.

She released Cross and walked over to the distracted, laughing skeletons and grabbed them both by the back of their hoodies and pulled them to their feet… or well, she had to lower Dust back down a bit to get him on his feet. 

“Who did you just trick?” She asked sternly.

“dream didn’t answer; it was ink,” Horror said.

“i won’t apologize; he deserved it,” Dust replied with a cheeky grin.

“If you two had ears, I would be leading you by them,” she huffed before dragging them with her. “Follow along, Cross. My lack of free hands does not diminish the trouble you are in, and sneaking off will only multiply it.”

“you’re not my mom,” Horror replied jokingly.

“Hush. I may not be your mother, but I am certainly the only one here that remembers how to behave like an adult,” She replied.

As she rounded the corner, she spotted Killer with his oversized blaster. Sure enough, there was a vase on the animalistic skull’s snout. It was balancing perfectly, that is, until the blaster spotted her. Distracted, the blaster let out a mix of a bark and growl before floating closer, purring and chuffing away. The vase tipped off the snout, but Killer, thankfully, caught it.

“hurray! parental supervision has arrived!” He chirped.

“You are nearly 26, according to your monster equivalent age. As the leader of this group, you should be acting as such,” Lyra said as she moved Dust over to hold both Horror and Dust’s hoods in the same paw. With her free hand, she petted the blaster. “Your owner is such trouble, is he not?”

“speaking of trouble, you going to see dad now? give him a kiss and make him feel all better?” Killer asked with a grin.

“kisses are for ‘boo-boos, not illnesses, everyone knows that. tucking him in and giving hugs are better for illnesses,” Horror corrected.

“Oh, behave, the lot of you. Yes, I will attend to Nightmare, and I will do what seems most appropriate for his care,” She said. Lyra then stood taller and gave all four a sharp glare. “I will also be respected and in command until Nightmare is at full health. Since you four have proven you can not be trusted with such responsibility.”

The four glanced at each other, grinning before, in unison, they replied, “yes, mom.”

“I said enough.” With another sigh, Lyra shook her head and made her way to Nightmare’s office. She didn’t need the boys to tell her where he was. It was one of two places, his office or the library. Even then, she was sure he would just retire to his bed if he was tired and didn’t feel well unless he was determined to do work. Knowing this made the library, where he leisurely read, also unlikely. Coughing heard on the other side of the office door confirmed her suspicion.

She didn’t knock this time and opened the door and walked in. “Moonbeam, you need to go to bed,” She said as she approached his desk. Nightmare looked up at her with a tired eyelight and then down at what he was working on.

“I would like to,” He croaked out with a hoarse voice, “But I am far behind on this work.”

With that, Lyra rolled up her sleeves, “Alright, you leave me no choice.”

“Hmmm?” He replied as he looked back up at her. She walked around the desk and started to pick him up. Nightmare naturally protested, but she ignored it as she hugged him close. Sure enough, his fight to squirm free died down.

“I have already scolded your boys for their disobedience. It stands to reason I would have to have the mental fortitude also to scold the father,” She teased.

“What were they doing when you arrived?” He groaned as he relaxed in her arms.

“Oh, no, it started before then. Did you fail to notice they took your phone? Or perhaps you left it somewhere?” She inquired and watched as he started to check his pockets, then winced as he noticed he didn’t have his cell phone. “Ah, yes, they called me, worried about their beloved father figure. Then they proceeded to tape Cross to the wall, again, because he was going to invite Epic over. Horror and Dust slipped off to make prank calls with the numbers on your phone while Killer put your valuables in harm's way.”

“Oh geez,” Nightmare covered his face with his hands then covered his mouth as a series of coughs began.

“You poor thing…,” She gave him a sympathetic look before focusing ahead of her again. Her eyes narrowed in thought about what Killer had said to her. “Nightstar, we need to make a deal with each other… I know it will be hard for both of us, but we need to be more open with each other and turn to each other more often. I… will do so soon. But please, promise me you will call me if you need my help. We… are not alone anymore.”

Nightmare frowned momentarily, then closed his eye, “I will. For your sake as well as my own.”

She opened his bedroom door, the grand room meant for a king. As she passed the fireplace, she used her magic to light it, then walked over to his bed to set him on it after pulling back the covers. “I can feel a fever through your corruption… I know sickness can not kill us, but you should not worry your boys over your health like this.”

“I haven’t been sick in well over a hundred years. I forgot what it felt like,” Nightmare mused as she helped him remove his hoodie. He kicked off his slippers and then reclined. “I will rest for a while, but that work-”

“Will be something I will handle. I have assisted you enough in that office to know what to do. I will also ensure peace within your home as anarchy was about to reign. You will focus on getting better,” She instructed as she hung his hoodie up and set the slippers to the side. She tucked him in and smiled down at him. “Now, so many times you have read to me, allow me to show you such kindness until you are ready to sleep. I will bring by a soup once I have it made, along with a drink to help soothe your magic.”

Placing her hand on the side of his head, she petted his cheekbone with her thumb. She was about to reach for his book, but he soon fell asleep, exhaustion taking over. And no surprise, he was very sick. He likely would have fallen asleep in his office had she not interfered. That would have been some help, but it would not have been the restful sleep he really needed. She stayed by him, unwilling to leave him for the time being.

That is when her phone started to ring. She quickly answered it, whispering to the caller to give her a moment. Thankfully the jingle had not disturbed her poor love’s sleep. Once out of the room, she moved her phone to her ear. “I am sorry about that, hello?”

“Lyra? It is Dream,” Said Dream.

“Yes, what is it, my friend?”

“Do… Do you have any idea why Ink is tying the refrigerator to the surrounding appliances and cupboards? He says it might run? But it is running and… oh… wait… never mind, I get it now,” Dream sighed with a tired chuckle.

“Ah… yes… I do think I know where he got that idea from,” She said as she moved the phone away from her mouth, trying not to laugh at the mental image that gave her.

Those boys…

[chronicillnesshumor]

My Immune System Got Run Over By A Reindeer Hoodie

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[justsomeno1s]

Pikmin 4 Player Idea:

Only a rookie by legal definition. Took enough classes to get qualified as a field/off planet agent, but had no desire to ever go off planet. Always busy.

When on PNF-404, their first thought is "Okay! Find a person capable of doing the necessary field work, and go home. I need to get next month's report in." And upon learning that they're now the primary field agent until everything settles, they are just so, so unenthused.

Ideas related to Karut under cut:

This version of Karut has a horrible Work Life Balance problem; All work, no life, no balance. Running multiple jobs is basically required, and Not the usual "Job A at 9-5, Job B at 10-6" type of multiple jobs. I mean Delivering Cargo for one company, Writing reports for a second, and being on a business call with a third simultaneously, while also having other jobs lined up after you get out of any one of them. All in all, self destruction.

Karutians are highly resiliant to outside forces, and can go huge swaths of time without Food, Water, or Sleep- A fact they abuse to get more work time than other planets.

As a weakness, they tend to have weaker immune systems and stomachs- The equivalent to flu season can wipe out entire cities. Karutians rarely work in medical fields, often hiring off planet for them.

Highly valued workforce, but have extreme trouble with the social side of interplanetary living.

Rookie, ofc, follows this to a Tee. Talks about Dandori like their a Leafling, and runs like a white pikmin on fire. If injured and unable to do fieldwork, will spend time doing paperwork. Probably would drive the Rescue Corp insane by refusing to stay down.

("WHY- HOW ARE YOU STANDING, YOUR LEG IS BROKEN?!?" "... Wanted to finish exploring that cave? I left some treasure when I was panicking." "Just. GO, go back to your bed, please." "But I-" "Now." *Angry but defeated sigh*)

[dontfeeltoohot]

Have a little 2k thing I wrote for my YTAU. Steve and Eddie are both sick, set in March 2023, 7 months into their relationship.

XXX

Eddie presses his face to his shoulder, rubbing his nose into his black Helloween tee. He’s over halfway done with his second client; some girl in her twenties who wanted flowers on her collarbones- how original. Sniffling, he wipes down the tattoo with his green soap solution and then goes back to shading the side of a leaf. His throat’s worse than earlier back at home, when he’d been curled up with Steve, both of the men sick and tired. 

Sometimes the tattoo artists wishes work didn’t exist, as he scrunches his nose up when a tickle winds its way through his sinuses. Picking up the gun and turning as far away as he possibly can, craning his neck, Eddie brings his arm up to his face. 

“iiHGkSH’ew! hihKTchuhEW! hh’GKtSCH’uhew!” Sniffling soupily, the long haired man grabs a paper towel from his station and blows his nose, wincing at the noise. “Let’s take a five minute break sweetheart, I need to wash up, and it’ll give you a rest from the pain,” he smiles.

“Yeah, sounds good. Bless you, by the way.” 

The way she looks him up and down has him giving her an awkward nod, knowing now that she’s flirting with him. Clearing his throat and wincing as it scrapes, he stands and throws the paper towel and his black nitrile gloves away in the wastebasket, then heads to the back where the bathrooms are. Yanking his phone out, Eddie clicks quickly to his and Steve’s text thread, then hits the voice message button, nostrils twitching. 

“hiKTsch’ew! snf! huhIhGKschEW! eh’IGkTCHew! SNDF!” He sneezes into his shirt so the sound isn’t as muffled, then clicks the stop button on his phone. 

Hope you enjoy, princess. Couldn’t catch a couple a few minutes ago, but hope these make up for them. 

Pressing send, it’s then he notices there’s an audio from Steve, too. Biting his lip, he makes sure his sound is down almost all the way, then puts the speaker up to his ear. 

“huhRESHHH’uh! EISHHuh!” There’s barely a pause between the loud, harsh sneezes, and Eddie squirms, imagining his boyfriend snapping at the waist, completely at the mercy of his worsening cold. 

“Fuck, Steve,” he grumbles, sniffling and scrubbing his nose with his wrist before looking back at the screen and typing. 

Also, bless you. Those sounded like you needed them. Can’t wait till we’re home and I can coax more out of you 😏😏

Peeing and washing his hands, Eddie sighs at the throbbing in his sinuses and the sluggish mess that’s making its way closer to the edge of his nostrils. This cold is by far the worst he’s endured in the string of Steve-born illnesses in the past seven months. 

The walk back to his station includes Peter stopping him and asking him if he’s free tomorrow; his day off, to be an extra set of hands for walk ins. 

“Oh, uh…” Eddie scrubs at his face. “Lemme get back to you? Think I’m comin’ down with something man, don’t wanna spread it around.” 

“Steve really is a germ magnet isn’t he?” Bryson pipes up from his station a few feet down, working on a man’s back. 

“Yeah, it’d be endearing if I could side step getting it too,” the artist jokes, even though realistically he doesn’t mind. 

“Oh well, maybe it’ll end up building up your immunity in the long run.” 

“My immune system was perfect before him,” Eddie chuckles. “But it’s ok. Just means spending time with my boyfriend curled up on the couch. He’s not a terrible patient like Alyssa is,” he gives Bryson a look, referring to the man’s girlfriend. 

“God she’s the worst. Like just rest for twenty damn minutes!” 

Eddie heads back to his area, pulling more gloves on. “You ready to finish up? We should be done soon.” 

“Yeah! But it’s really not that bad. I don’t know why people claim it hurts so much, it feels good to me.” She shimmies her shirt off again, revealing just a bandeau top, easy access to her clavicle. 

“Mm, probably just have a higher pain tolerance,” he explains, not wanting to play into her games. He starts his tattoo gun back up, dips the needles into the ink again, and goes to work. 

An hour and a half later, the musician is saying goodbye to Anna, smiling at the $80 tip she’s just handed him. At least that’s a plus. Shoving it into his pocket, he switches the money for his insulin pump, checking it quickly. When his numbers seem good, Eddie blows his nose again and coughs, shivering. A noise from his phone grabs his attention and he unlocks the screen. 

Audio message- 4 seconds

Audio message- 11 seconds 

Audio message - 7 seconds 

Audio message- 22 seconds

Jesus Christ. 

You trying to kill me at work? I can’t even listen right now. 

Just thought you’d wanna hear how my cold is 😇

Harrington, you little shit, you’re going to be the death of me. 🍆👅🤤

Nose running, Eddie sighs and rips yet another paper towel from the roll, pressing it right to his pink, oversensitive nostrils, blowing thickly. He can feel the paper get wet and grimaces- he finds mess from other people hot, but himself? Not so much. He drops down into his chair and lets his forehead thunk against his table, curls falling everywhere around his face. 

“Maybe you should head home early,” Liz, their only female in the shop, observes. 

“Nah, s’just a cold, don’t need to leave for it,” Eddie picks his head up slowly, feeling congestion shift as he does. “F-Fuck hold ohhhn-“ the tattooist turns away and pulls the neck of his shirt up over his face, aiming downward towards his chest. 

“hihGhKschew! sndf! Ugh, s-sorry that wahhs hehIHGKshhuhew! iiEIshuhew! Fuck! snfSNDF! That was gross.” 

“Yep,” Liz grimaces. “But like, also who cares? You’re sick, what’re you meant to do? Those tiny little kitten sneezes? Gotta at least get that shit out,” she shrugs.

Eddie’s acutely aware of how weird this conversation is. Either the woman is just that vanilla, or she’s fucking with him and into it. Because no regular person is going to just…say those words. Right? He rubs at his nose with the inside of his sleeve cuff, nose too sore to want to bother with another paper towel. 

“Stop germing your shirt up,” the bright pink haired girl rolls her eyes fondly. 

“Quit being a mom, I get that enough from St-sndf! Steve.” 

“Then quit being a bad sick person.” 

“Fuck you, I’m an Angel. I’m the best sick person.” 

“Says the guy who just rubbed snot all over his shirt.” 

Point 1- Liz. 

XXX

Steve’s been holed up in the back office of Not Just Coffee all morning with his tissues and cough drops, trying to reorganize some of their recipe files they’ve been keeping. As he squints at the computer screen, his nose scrunches up involuntarily and he scrubs at it with his knuckles. This fucking cold is going to make him lose his mind. It’s constantly teasing him, buzzing in his sinuses and head in a way that’s keeping him on edge. Slowly he inhales through his stuffy nose, triggering yet another itch to ignite. He taps the record button on his phone that’s been open to his messages all morning. 

“eHISHHooh! hhrIHDSTCHuh!” He rubs his nose harshly with the back of his hand, jiggling the tip and his septum, desperate for even slight relief. Steve’s sure Eddie will hear him rubbing at it. He stops it after a sickly sounding sniffle that makes him cough. 

Robin comes in looking worried a minute later, carrying a large mug full of something steaming. 

“I know you hate tea, but you should drink some. Will even made it special for you,” she says pointedly. “Stop being an idiot and try to not wallow in icky germs.” 

Steve raises an eyebrow, laughing a little. “Icky germs?” His voice is raspy and congested and Robin screws her face up, setting the mug down and backing up dramatically. 

“Just…drink the tea, and try not to infect every inch of the office,” Robin walks out quickly. 

“Great best friend you are!” He calls after her, but starts coughing by the last word. 

Glancing at the tea when his throat throbs, the barista sighs and brings it close, sipping on it. His face still screws up at the bitter taste, but even he can admit it feels good on his swollen throat, the warmth of the cup even feels good on his hands. Throughout the day, he manages to catch several more sneezes, even a few that turn into full blown fits, and the texts he gets back from his boyfriend make him blush. 

The brunette is half asleep in the desk chair when Robin comes in again, holding the till in her hands hours later. 

“Dingus, wake up enough to count the till. I’m not touching the keyboard,” she says resolutely, prodding Steve’s shoulder with her finger. 

“Nngh, fi’de…” Steve sits up and starts going through the task of counting the till, making change, sealing the money bag and putting everything in the safe. 

“You know you’re not coming in tomorrow right?” 

“Honestly? Wasn’t even gonna ask,” he admits, snuffling into a couple of tissues in his hand, blowing his nose and wincing as his ears pop. “Ugh, let’s get out of here.” 

By the time Steve’s walking into Eddie’s apartment; Robin’s up with Chrissy, he’s ready to collapse. Shutting the door behind him, Steve coughs and throws his bag by the couch, debating if he wants to shower or lay down. His boyfriend's big couch and cozy blankets win out, and soon the barista is burrowing under them, sweatpants and sweatshirt now replacing his work clothes. Not ten minutes into Hunger Games, he’s asleep. 

XXX

They need more medicine, Eddie realizes as he backs out of his parking spot behind the tattoo shop. Medicine, tissues, tea, soup. This morning they were sick but sure as hell not this sick. He makes the three mile drive to Target, slipping his sweatshirt on before he heads inside, knowing he probably looks awful. Oh fucking well, he can cough on anyone who might look at him wrong. 

He grabs both DayQuil and NyQuil, Tylenol, sugar free cherry cough drops, tissues, some earl grey tea, and then the musician stands in front of the ridiculous number of soups, staring blankly at it. Steve likes tomato soup and grilled cheese, so they can do that tomorrow. Eddie doesn’t really want anything tonight, let alone soup, but he grabs two cans of chicken noodle and a can of vegetable, head aching too much to try and focus more. 

By the time the artist is heading to the register, a few people around him have given him looks as he’s sniffled and coughed. His nose is running and he can feel the same coldish tickle that’s been bothering him all day start to grow. There’s a couple people in front of him for the self checkout line, so he pulls the neck of his dark grey sweatshirt up and his eyes flutter shut. 

“ihIKtSCHuhew! hh’Igkshuhew! ih’IHgKSHuh!!” The last one is louder than he means it to be, and the sniffle he gives after makes him cringe at how wet it is. 

Twenty minutes and six sneezes later, he’s walking inside his apartment, happy that Steve’s there. All he wants is to cuddle, which, yeah alright, maybe that’s a little sappy but he’s so damn tired and he feels gross and cuddling Steve always helps. When he sees a lump on the couch, he sets the bags down on the table and moves straight for the other man. 

“Stevie…baby I’m home,” he murmurs to the business owner, sitting on the very edge of the couch. “Steve, sweetheart. Come on…there we go, I’m sorry I woke you,” he smiles at Steve’s pouty huff, head barely peeking out of the blanket nest. 

“Y’home?” 

“Yeah baby, m’hone,” Eddie nods, bending closer so he can rub his face into Steve’s shoulder. 

“Mm, come join me. Think this cold is kicking my ass.” 

“Doin’ the same to me. I’ll change and be right with you okay? Don’t fall back asleep till I’m with you.” 

By the time Eddie’s back in the living room, Steve’s asleep, drooling on his pillow. Eddie chuckles and snaps a photo, setting it at his Lock Screen before crawling in next to him. 

[frogmanfae]

Newsies as things I've heard this week

The saga continues

(This one is late don't mind that)

Physics class: *doing an egg drop*

Romeo: Man this egg better be appreciative I'm putting a lot of work into this

Finch: Preach it

Specs: this hallway smells like bacon bits and man musk

Race: I love this year's seniors but like- Shut the fuck up

Albert: What?

Race: Look at their Instagram posts! "Meet the seniors" "I can't believe I'm graduating" "last year in high school" like shut the fuck up "can't believe I'm old enough for senior class play" shut the fuck up "so many memories coming to a close" shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up!

Albert: I think he wants them to shut the fuck up

Jack: Ahh...maybe? It's hard to tell

Race: *chewing*

Albert: Damn you're smacking on those nuts

Race: I'll smack on your nuts if you want me t-

Race: Do you wanna send my streaks?

Davey: Oh my god don't send them to the guy!

Race: Help! I wont

Crutchie: What guy?

Davey: He sent streaks to some guy yesterday and he sent back that he wanted to choke him with his cock!!

Crutchie: With no warning??

Race: No!!!

Davey, a physics teacher: *First period physics* so if the projector remote isn't working that's your observation. Your hypothesis might be that it needs new batteries but there could be another, more simple answer. Your trial might be to... What? *smacks the remote* just hit it, right? Maybe that'll work

Jack, a music teacher: *Ninth period music theory* *trying to turn on the projector* why is this not working? *smacks the remote*

Elmer, a student: Oh my god didn't your husband talk about that literally today-

Race, another student: HE FUCKING DID OH MY GOD

Race: WHY DO MY PANTS HAVE FIVE BUTTONS WHAT IS THIS??

Finch: Protection

Race: What if I was about to get some and I had to be like "hold on gimme a few minutes"

Spot: A few minutes?? Give a few hours! Those buttons are really in there

Finch: how do you know how hard it is to undo Race's buttons?

Spot: ... It was an assumption-

Albert: AN ASSUMPTION YEAH SURE

Sarah, an english teacher: We're going to play a game, I'm going to read the blurb on a couple books and you're going to write an opening line. Then I'm going to put the opening lines up on the board with the actual opening line and you're going to guess which one is real. If you guess the real one, you get a point and if people guess yours you get a point per each guess

Elmer, a student: This is just like Is It Cake

Spot, about Race: He looks like a bug (/affectionate)

Sarah: Jesus Christ I'm going to get dresscoded-

Crutchie: My chocolate chip muffin doesn't have any chocolate chips in it I am going to kill myself-

Denton: and I started to feel sick- mind you this was 2021 so I thought it was COVID. I hadn't been infected with COVID before so I like- I thought my time has come, I have been chosen! It was like the little green guys from toy story

Race: the clawwww

Albert: the coviddd

Davey: that's actually a pretty common symptom or side effect for other stuff it's just inflammation of the lungs even though it sounds bad like- What is this, 1855?? I have never heard of pleurisy before

Denton: I was patient zero in my house for Hand Foot and Mouth disease? The toddler disease! I started it! I gave it to my children under five! The only person who didn't get it in my house was my husband and he was like "pfshh yeah of course I didn't get hand foot and- what am I? Three?" That hurt

Katherine: Bee Tee Doubleyoos (btw) as the kids are saying

Davey: Calculus, that's a disease in of it self

Jack: it's not that bad, I'm fine

Davey: Jack, you-

Jack: A little touch of salmonella, that's all

Davey: Jack-

Davey, teaching epidemiology (study of disease): and your immune system sees the E. coli bacteria and is like "you are supposed to be in the colen, why are you in my mouth? :("

Denton: I don't want you to leave this class with a new psychological disorder or anything but-

Albert, after talking about diharreal diseases: I'm all about food (/gen)

Davey: Stick my arm out the window and *slaps his arm* hit me up (about vaccines, not drugs)

Davey: I don't know anyone who Gatorades there way through severe dehydration

Race: I bet you I could

Race: all the football players have asses!

Hotshot: you think I have an ass?

Race: I dunno, spin

Hotshot: *turns around*

Race: damnnn okay! Alright you got a little bakery back there!

Hotshot: yeahhh thanks my man *daps him up*

[kingmagnificoofrosas]

geht es dir und Magnifico wieder besser? Ich wünsche dir und Magnifico noch einen schönen Tag noch. *beginne freudig etwas zu summen was an den Lied at all costs erinnert* ✨😊

Translation:

Are you and Magnifico better? I wish you and Magnifico a nice day! *starts humming a song similar to "at all costs"

Hallo du Liebe! 🥰 @elsaannamarinetteladybugasha

Ja, uns geht es wieder gut. Naja, also mein Husten ist noch sehr hartnäckig .... Magnifico hat ein bombastisches Immunsystem, den kriegt so schnell nichts klein. 2 Tage Husten und Schnupfen, ein paar Tees die er 'sich selbst' ☝🏻 wohlbemerkt - zusammengemischt hat, viel Schlaf und er ist wieder fit gewesen. Da hab ich noch flach gelegen 😅 aber gut, er ist ein Alchemist ...

Danke dir! 💝

Hi my dear,

Yes, we're fine again. Well, my cough is still very stubborn .... Magnifico has a bombastic immune system, nothing can get him down so quickly. 2 days of coughs and a runny nose, a few teas that he mixed up 'by himself' ☝🏻, lots of sleep and he was fit again. I was still lying flat 😅 but well, he's an alchemist ... Thank you.

[alexandersimpleton]

When Frederick woke up, his head ached. He felt hot and cold at the same time.

This was happening more lately. Was it getting worse? Was he going to die!? The doctors said-

No. Frederick was sick. He knew to never trust his emotions while sick.

This happened all the time. His brain was overthinking everything, just like it always did when Frederick woke up sick.

That provided minimal comfort for Frederick's brain however.

Wh-whatever. He'd be fine by tomorrow. He always was. He'd just have to hide it from the CPC for the day.

...

Frederick looked at his quivering hands.

...

He wasn't hiding this from the CPC.

But he could try not to inconvenience everyone with it.

Frederick got up from his bed. He realized that the CPC didn't actually have his plaid jackets. The closet was full of a variety of different clothing, from tee shirts to sweater vests. One caught his eye though. A pastel green sweater, just like the one he'd always wear when he was a kid. He put on the garment, and he felt incredible.

The feeling of tightness from his jacket touching his skin is an experience he always despised, and this sweater was loose. It felt like it freed his skin. And the material was soft and fluffy, like he was wearing a cloud.

Frederick lay in bed for a while, savoring the feeling, before continuing down the stairs. His room was upstairs, right next to Whitney's.

Nobody was there. Was he up to early? Frederick looked next to him. Curtis was there. Curtis was looking at Frederick like he was a ghost.

"Are you alright?"

Frederick nodded. As much as his body begged him not to, Frederick decided to ask "Am I up early? Nobody's down here."

Curtis noticed his voice sounded like his that was filled with gravel.

Curtis led Frederick upstairs.

"But I thought-" Curtis shushed Frederick. Talking clearly wasn't going well for Frederick right now.

He practically forced the boy back into his bed. Curtis knew a lot about medical care. In fact, he was pretty sure he knew exactly what chronic Frederick had, but he figured Prez would at least like to know of this, so he left the room and went into Prez's.

"Is he okay?" Prez asked when she got the news.

"I think so. I believe he mentioned a condition to you? The exact name is irrelevant, but it's a disorder with the immune system, where it reacts to threats with urgency when in reality they're menial, or in this case, completely nonexistent. Generally how long these episodes last, as well as their severity, depends on the patient. At least, that's what it appears to be."

Prez nodded and got out of her bed, immediately moving to Frederick's room.

She cracked the door open, seeing Frederick lying on his stomach on his bed, reading a book.

He looked up at her and Curtis as they entered. Frederick's eyes were foggy and delirious.

"Hi-" he said, before wincing and clutching his throat. He looked pale.

Curtis came back into the room with a thermometer, and put it in to the boy's mouth. He was coming up with a pretty nasty fever.

"Calpernia, could you go get a few ice packs? And some water?"

Prez nodded and made her way outside.

"Frederick, could you take that sweater off?"

Frederick looked alarmed and shook his head frantically.

"Can you tell me why not?" Curtis asked. He realized that making Frederick talk was a bad idea, and handed him a small notebook with a pencil.

Frederick looked hesitant. It looked less like he didn't have a reason, and more that he just couldn't describe it.

"Maybe..." Curtis went into the boy's closet and took out a simple white shirt. It has short sleeves.

This had seemingly appeased Frederick as he took off the sweater. The shirt felt loose on him. Not as loose and comfy as the sweater, but it didn't trap his torso or arms in fabric prison. It was so thin that you could kind of see Frederick's torso though it. Curtis took note of how thin it looked. He guesses that it was because of his immune system taking up a lot of energy fighting things that didn't exist.

Prez came back with a few ice packs. Curtis lay Frederick down again and took them from her. He placed towels under each, and put one on Frederick's for head and one on his stomach.

Curtis and Prez could both tell he enjoyed this feeling by the way his eyes relaxed. And within a couple of minutes he was out cold.

Frederick woke up to the sun in his eyes around noon, and instantly regretted it. His head was pounding, he felt hot and sweaty, and he could barely think.

He looked over to the bedside table, and saw something that wasn't there earlier today. It was a bowl, and next to it was a card. It said "Get Well Soon!" On the front, and had little doodles of the CPC members on it. Inside were the signatures of all the CPC members, and, oddly, his family's as well. Blaine, Lance, and Isolde. Did they go all the way to the Plaid kingdom? Something bloomed in Frederick's chest. It felt nice. If felt really nice. He knew that he should feel bad. He made them go to the Plaid kingdom just because he was a little sick. But, still.. it made him feel good. Nobody had ever cared this much when Frederick's body decided to hate him. For them, it was just an inconvenience that they had to deal with ever so often. But, to this club...

It felt nice knowing someone cared.

He slipped the note in a drawer of the bedside table for safe keeping.

In the bowl next to it was soup. Frederick guesses by the sun through the window that it was around noon. He should be eating lunch. He was getting hungry.

As he was about to pick it up, he realized that he had been tucked into bed. That happy feeling appeared in his chest again.

Frederick sat up and put the bowl on his lap. He put the spoonful in his mouth, and could immediately tell that it was made by Gwen. Frederick still wasn't used to eating actual food. It was weird. He was only trapped in that dungeon for a couple of weeks, which, compared to the rest of his life, wasn't that long at all. And yet, he could tell that he wasn't getting used to this any time soon.

The soup was completely gone within a couple of minutes. It warmed up his insides, but not like his fever was. It felt nice, like steam was moving straight to his heart.

That sensation made Frederick sleepy again, so he lay down his head, an blacked out.