#like my lymph nodes were lymph nodeing

[themmatennant]

feeling much better now and i gotta say, my immune system IS that bitch

[aerosolsprite]

hey how many of the homestuck cast have probably ever been to the dentist? it's gotta be like rose, john... maybe dave? possibly jane... do trolls have dentists? they have actors and authors (we know this bc karkat watches movies and reads trashy airport romance novels) so clearly there are careers other than Die For Your Country And Kill The Poor... but then again it's a survival of the fittest society... what about the dancestors? did beforus have dental care?

^ (pharmaceutical fine print voice) this post sponsored by me going to the dentist yesterday and projecting the awkward situation of Cold Stranger Hands On Face And In Mouth on dirk strider. ask your mutuals if homestuck is right for you.

[ambersky0319]

okay but like seriously

if my body could chill tf out that would be great

[topnotchquark]

I got mumps and Pecco got P1. What a Sunday it has been.

[lesbianlenas]

i will b real i have not felt this bad when sick in a really long time i didn’t even feel this bad when i had covid it is like my throat is trying to kill me……like it hurts when i am just sitting here not even just when i swallow like it just aches and also my tonsils are so covered w white spots it’s actually crazy i didnt know they could get that many and on my one tonsil there is just this huge white spot and i have that lump on my neck and i can feel some of my other lymph nodes are also swollen and the pain from my throat radiates so bad i feel it in my nose like i am not congested i just feel the pain from my throat go up my nose. TERRIBLE.

[myglassesareinkansas]

My dad is a doctor and did his residency during the 80s, before there were better laws that are now in place (not good or great, just better). My siblings are also doctors. He called them soft for years during their own residencies because they were doing 90 hr weeks while he did 120-ish when he was a resident. And I'm over here like …your tone is braggy but your words are real sad.

[yahyabkheet-blog]

Updated today !

19/11/2024 Save my child, Mira, please

My beautiful baby Mira was suffering from a high temperature two weeks ago, so I took her to the doctor at Al Awda Hospital in Nuseirat Camp, which is the only hospital covering the central region. The doctor told me: There is nothing wrong with your child without examination or tests.

He literally told me your child is spoiled

When I got out of the hospital, I told my wife that our baby girl was spoiled, just like the doctor said

Every time my child, Mira, complains of pain, I tell her there is nothing you need, and when her temperature rises, I give her a fever reducer and she just sleeps.

This morning, my wife was surprised while she was changing clothes for Mira that there was a large tumor under her armpit

My wife started screaming and crying at me. I took Mira to the hospital immediately and we were referred to a pediatric surgeon. She was examined and a television imaging was done. It was found that my child suffers from three masses in the lymph nodes, one of which is very large.

The doctor told me that she needed a gland removal operation As soon as possible within a week due to the rapid growth of the tumor

My child, Mira, is one of the most active and energetic children today. She is sick and cannot play. She's tired. I don't like to see her in this state.

Since we received the news, my wife and I have been crying. We do not know how to react. What will happen to us next in this damned war?

There are no hospitals, no electricity, no treatment, and not even anesthesia for surgical operations

I don't know how to act

My child, Mira, needs an operation and quick treatment

Please help me, my hands are tied 🙏😭

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[snckt]

went to the urgent care after all. the physician’s assistant was pretty ☹️👎

[amermaidsecretdiary]

A recent success story

Ok so few days ago I woke up and instantly felt a pain under my armpits. I went to check in the mirror what's going on and it turned out that my lymph nodes were really swollen. I had no idea what exactly caused it but I tried not to pay much attention to it. Then the next day nothing had changed, I was still in pain. So I was like hold up. Why the fuck am I just sitting around in pain? I decide what's going on. So I told myself that my armpits were completely healthy and continued my day. For the rest of the day I was still in pain but I didn't get worried because I had decided that the infection is gone, no matter what I saw or felt in my physical word. Today I woke up and both of my armpits were completely fine, not swollen at all and I didn't feel any pain!

I am sharing this small story just to show you how simple it is. I decided that my armpits are completely healthy and not infected at all and this is exactly what I woke up to today.

Decide something → It's yours.

[rouge-the-bat]

needing help to pay for a vet expenses for my cat! if youre able to, please send what you can to my girlfriend's cashapp $nalathequeen2186 or paypal @nalathequeen2186 !

me and my girlfriend ( @ashtwinproject22 ) are needing at least between $250-300 as soon as possible for vet expenses. (hopefully the estimate we were given at the vet will be accurate to the final payment and we wont have to pay for anything extra...)

⬆️ this is my sweet silly boy yayo!

we've taken him in to be checked out at a vet and were prescribed some anti-bacterial medicine for him, but we will need to bring him in again both for getting the lump on his side removed, and to deal with a really bad ear infection thats caused his lymph nodes to swell. we have about $5 left over from previous donations after yayo's examination and prescription.

i had a previous post asking for help to also get some strays cats fixed- but they are now fixed and recovered, so i'm making a smaller post just for yayo. but you can check the old one for more information if you'd like.

⚠️ the gofundme we started was canceled and the account was deleted with no warning or explanation, and we have no idea what could have caused this. apparently this is an issue with gofundme we werent aware of :/ so anything anyone may have sent through that should have been returned to the donators, and we did not get anything through it.

[andforyouevan]

♣: Back scratches please?

oooooh another back scratches! I had to sit on this one for a little bit since I just did one, but I think I've come up with another idea for you. I hope you like it! This mentions a bucktommy kiddo in this snippet. This got really long for some reason lol.

Tommy's not sure he's ever been this tired but he's pushing through it because there's also nowhere else he'd rather be.

"Papa," Riley says and Tommy can feel his little body vibrate with a cough from where he's curled around him in his and Evan's big bed, where Riley had insisted on sleeping and Tommy hadn't the heart to tell him no, not while he's wracked with this cold. "Papa, hurts."

Tommy scratches his nails up and down Riley's back. "I know, baby. Daddy went out to go get more meds, okay? He'll be right back."

Riley coughs again and Tommy feels like his heart is in his throat. It's just a cold is what he and Evan have been telling themselves but it's not any easier.

Tommy can feel his phone go off in his back pocket and he reaches for it, expecting it to be his husband, but instead it's Hen.

Hey, I thought I'd check on our boy. Can I come in?

he breathes a sigh of relief. "Buddy, I'll be right back, okay? Auntie Hen is here."

"Okay, Papa," Riley's congested little voice says and Tommy gets off the bed and rushes out to the front door. Opening it, he practically collapses against her.

"Ooof," she says with a little laugh, wrapping her arms around him and patting his back. "You okay there, bud?"

Tommy lets her go and stands back so she can enter the house. It's a lot different from when it was Eddie's all those years ago, completely remodeled and repainted when they'd bought it after getting married. He marvels at it sometimes, this life they've made.

"Yeah," he says wearily. "Yeah, just our first cold."

He leads her to their bedroom and she pats him on the shoulder. "The first time Denny was sick, Karen and I were out of our minds. We're first responders, you'd think we'd be used to it, right?"

"I'm discovering that it's not the same when it's your own kid," Tommy says wryly as they reach the bed and Riley reaches for him. Tommy scoops him up, turning him in his lap so Hen can do her thing.

"Hi sweetie," Hen says, pulling her stethoscope.

"Hi Auntie Hen," Riley answers tiredly. "Gonna fix me?"

"Aw, baby," Hen says, shooting Tommy a soft look. "I wish I could. I just want to make sure your cold doesn't get icky, okay?"

"Mmk," Riley says and sits placidly. "Where's daddy?"

Tommy checks his phone again, and sure enough, there's a text from Evan.

Accident finally cleared, home in 10.

He text back a heart. "He's gonna be home soon, baby."

Hen checks Riley's lungs and looks at Tommy. "No fluid or anything, lymph nodes aren't swollen. Really is just a cold."

Tommy squeezes his son to him. "Thanks, Hen. I really appreciate it."

"No problem. I'll stay with you guys until Buck gets home, okay?"

Tommy squeezes her hand. "We'd love it."

When Evan gets home ten minutes later, they're still curled up on the bed, Riley under a bundle of blankets, watching old episodes of Full House on Nickelodeon.

"It's so cheesy," Hen groans.

"I know," Tommy admits with a grin. running his fingers up and down Riley's back again. "That's why I love it so much. Hi, sweetheart."

"Hi," Evan says setting the bag from the drugstore on the bed by Tommy's hip. "How are my boys?"

"Your boys are good," Hen answers. "One of them just has a simple cold and will be fine in a couple of days."

"Thank you for checking," Evan says gratefully. "Buddy, daddy got you some children's medicine, some soup..."

"Chicken and Stars?" Riley says, showing excitement for the first time in hours.

They all laugh. "So much Chicken and Stars," Evan confirms.

"Yay!"

"I'll go," Hen says, climbing off the bed. "Get some sleep, boys. Call if you need anything."

"We will," Tommy says, not moving from where Riley has now decided he's a toddler bed, sprawled across him like a tiny starfish.

"Thank you, Hen," Evan says. He walks her to the door and Tommy scoops the four-year-old into his arms to follow them out. "Say bye to, Auntie Hen, Riles."

"Bye, Auntie Hen!"

"Bye sweetie."

She leaves and Evan turns to them, giving them such a look of love that Tommy's heart is in his throat for an entirely different reason. These are his boys.

"Well, my guys," Evan says, clapping his hands together. "Shall we make some soup?"

"Chicken and Stars!" Riley cheers.

"If that's what he's excited about," Tommy mutters to his husband as they get to the kitchen. "I'll take it."

Evan grins at him. "Same."

[ebullientheart]

second opinion. spencer reid x reader

content — fluff. humour. reader has a rough cold. blurb. established relationship. implied fem!reader. some medical talk.

spencer takes advantage of his title.

“spencer, put it down.” you warned, approaching him slowly, “it’s not worth it.”

his eyes widened, almost dropping the medicine bottle, “don’t be so dramatic! now, sit back down and take your cough syrup.”

you sighed, falling back to the sofa where he’d had you confined since the first sign of a sore throat. at first, you’d fought him for it, trying to get dressed for work, but he’d pressed one hand to your burning forehead and all but forced you into joggers and a sweatshirt. he’d even called in sick for you.

begrudgingly, you swallowed the syrup and frowned at your boyfriend, “is this really necessary?”

he nodded seriously, “absolutely. i’m a doctor.”

you groaned, “oh stop it. i want a second opinion.”

he screwed the lid back onto the bottle and returned it to your kitchen cupboard, before clambering over to join you. once again, he felt your temperature and frowned unhappily, “opinion one, you’re very ill…”

then to your surprise, your germaphobe boyfriend leant forward and kissed you on the head, “opinion two, you’re very beautiful, and opinion three, you should stay still and let me take care of you before you unleash this plague on the rest of humanity.”

your cheeks suddenly held a similar heat to your forehead, grumbling, “i only asked for two.”

spencer shrugged, “i always say more than requested.”

“understatement,” you scoffed, recalling the ninety minute conversation you’d had that morning on the function of lymph nodes in advanced drug trials, “but i don’t mind. makes me smarter.”

a fit of coughing overtook you then, and for all his knowledge, spencer didn’t know how to take away the burning in your lungs, nor did he know how to not feel bad for that. your suffering wasn’t something he revelled in, and the thought of you going to work through this made him worried about your commitment. not that he was one to question someone for overworking themselves.

you deadpanned him after enduring his fretting, “it’s just a cold, babe, you can stop looking at me like i’m dying.”

spencer sighed, mumbling, “i don’t like it when you’re sick.”

you teased, “it’s not a picnic for me either,” but upon seeing the pained look on his face, “but i appreciate you looking after me, it’s nice.”

he surprised you again, seemingly unafraid of contracting your ‘plague’ as he sat close enough to you that you could lay your head on his shoulder. you weren’t sure where his spark of bravery came from, remembering the one time you sneezed while walking into a dusty room and he didn’t touch you for two days.

“what’s the sudden change of heart with these germs?” you poked his side, only playing. the guilt on his face, however, was unmistakable.

you sat up straight, he didn’t meet your eye, “spencer. why are you not afraid of my cold?”

he cleared his throat, “i… was sick, on our last case. i might have still been contagious when i came home, so this may be my fault.”

you gaped, “hey! you told me colds were most contagious before symptoms were even present!”

“that’s true. most contagious. they’re still slightly contagious after, especially if say, you were to make out with someone…”

“i can’t believe you.”

“i love you?”

you rolled your eyes at him, “yeah, i love you too.”

[lesbianlenas]

i have said before i have really bad hypochondria anyway i was doing better on my meds but recently i was really badly triggered bc my lymph nodes r swollen & one of them is like more swollen than the others & now i have white spots on my tonsils which indicates a throat infection not really a terminal illness but having a lump on my throat has been like my biggest hypochondria fear for 10 yrs or so so having a lump on my neck has really just like sent me & anyway i usually do not share my hypochondria fears bc ik they’re irrational but as i said this is like 100x more upsetting to me than usual bc it is my exact hypochondria fear so i had a breakdown & started crying to my mom so she made me get a doctor’s appt all this to say that i also have severe avoidance issues so before i could just pretend the bump wasn’t there & distract myself but now that i know i have a doctor’s appt it is much worse & i can’t stop thinking abt it 😔 thats my story. plagued in many ways.

[stinkyturd]

Beats Per Minute

Fandom: Tokyo Debunker

Pairing: Haku Kusanagi/You

Comments: I got an anonymous Haku request, so let's call this a response to that! If you guys like this one, I can make a part two. Waiting for the next Tokyo Debunker Chapter tomorrow, then I will start back on Fever Dreams :').

"Alright... now see if you can remember how to conduct a general exam on your own," Jiro instructs.

This had been the fourth week or so that you had been spending the majority of your free time under the tutelage of Jiro and occasionally Yuri of Mortkranken. You were taking a few electives that were related to anomalous medicinal research, but truthfully-- your grades in that area were abysmal. Jiro had very reluctantly agreed to help you with your studies, but only if you could assist him with check-ups and various demands made by the Mortkranken Captain. 

Today, you called in Haku to one of Jiro's unoccupied exam rooms to be your guinea pig. The Hotarubi vice-captain seemed eager to help when you had phoned him earlier that day, which you had been banking on. You considered Haku to be one of the most, if not the most reliable Ghoul you had met at the academy. After all, he is the one who helped you when you had picked up that nasty curse and even continues to be there for you now, with pretty much anything he can reasonably assist with.

The two of you had become quite close, by your standards. At least enough to frequently eat lunch together, study, or even walk back to your dorms together. Haku's mild-mannered sensibility and facetious attitude were a breath of fresh air in comparison to some of the other Ghouls that you had been assigned to as an inspector for in the past. 

"Alright, Haku. Looks like we will be taking your vitals! Let's see... we logged your weight at seventy-two kilograms," You say as you scribble down the digits on a sheet of paper at the office desk you sit at. "Height at one-hundred seventy-eight centimeters..."

Haku clicks his tongue and tents his eyebrows, feigning a troubled expression. "Could you add about six more centimeters to that? I can't let it get out that I'm below one eighty-four. What would that do to my reputation?"

The Hotarubi vice-captain sits casually on an operating table next to you, while Jiro observes you from a rolling chair somewhere off to the side. 

Setting your pen down, you wheel your chair around to face him. "Lucky for you, my eyes are the only ones that will view this," You pause. "And Jiro's... maybe Yuri, too."

Haku hums, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear. The deceptively coy look he's sporting evokes a fluttering sensation in your chest. "I guess if you already know, but find me dashing anyways... I think I can live with that," Haku drawls.

Always with the flirtatious jokes.

Said jokes were once few and far between, but you swear that you feel like they've been making more frequent appearances in the vice-captain's banter as of late. "It sounds like someone's fishing for compliments," You tease. 

Haku leans back on his palms and tilts his head, eyeing you mischievously. "Maybe I'm just waiting for you to bite."

You want to come back with something cheeky, but any and all words get caught in the back of your throat from the remark. It was actually downright criminal how Haku could be such a proper and polite gentleman one minute, and then the next be spewing out suggestive one-liners with double entendres. Even right now the Shinto priest's expression is shifting into one of self-satisfaction from your silence. 

Jiro clears his throat, catching your attention. "The exam..."

"S-sorry...!" You sputter out, getting to your feet. Taking a few steps closer, you move your hands out, hovering them over Haku's neck tentatively. "May I?"

"Please do." Haku's aurelian eyes remain locked on you, brimming with amusement. 

Holding your breath, your fingertips make contact with his neck, gently searching for any abnormalities with his lymph nodes. "No pain, or anything out of the ordinary, correct?"

"No, ma'am," Haku replies.

"Okay, good." You lift the stethoscope around your neck to your ears and walk behind him. "Okay deep breaths," You instruct, placing the chest-piece of the instrument against Haku's upper back. 

Haku obeys your instructions as you listen for anything unusual, sliding the piece throughout the expanse of his back after each breath. 

"Do you have any history of illness or conditions?" You ask, once you've placed the stethoscope back around your neck.

"No, not really anything serious." Haku pauses as he ruminates. "Well, I think the only thing I had was a slight arrhythmia as a kid, but it has long since passed."

You pull a blood pressure reader from a hook on the wall behind you. "Could you please remove your jacket?"

"How scandalous," Haku teases, giving you an impish side-eye. "If you insist, Doc." 

You snort at his antics as you watch him remove his jacket, leaving his torso clad in just a white button-up. Wrapping the cuff around Haku's right bicep, you secure the velcro and begin pumping the inflation bulb. After a few seconds, you mouth the reading to lock the number in your brain before removing the device. 

"Okay the only other reading we need to do is pulse." You reach into your pocket and pull out an oximeter and clamp it to his right index finger. While you wait for the device to get an accurate reading, you take out a penlight from your coat pocket and shine it on Haku's eyes. 

"... Looks like your pupillary reflexes are just fine," You remark, as you click the light off, tucking it back into your pocket. 

Haku's lips curl into a sheepish smile. "So, I'm in peak health, hm?"

"So far it seems that way, at least from what a general exam can deduce." You glance down to study the screen of the pulse reader and your expression quickly falters into one of concern. "Oh wow, your beats per minute is really high right now."

Haku follows your gaze. "One twenty," He reads aloud, unperturbed. 

That was unusually high considering Haku had been sedentary since he got there twenty minutes ago.

"Do you feel anxious, or typically suffer from anxiety related symptoms...?" You ask, gently removing the clamp from his fingertip. 

"Nope, never have," Haku states matter-of-factly with a lopsided grin. 

"I see... No current medications?" You ask, lifting your right index and middle finger to check the pulse against his neck. 

Haku shakes his head. "None."

"Do you have feelings of your heart racing often, or spontaneously?" 

The Hotarubi vice-captain hums, averting his gaze to somewhere off to the side. "I wouldn't say it's spontaneous... more often lately, yeah."

"I see..." Your gaze finds Jiro's. "Should we perform an electrocardiogram?"

Jiro nods, leaning forward in his chair. "It would be a good idea to eliminate any potential concerns. I can set up the machine right now." 

Haku laughs a bit. "Uh, I really think that's unnecessar--"

"Okay, sounds good," You say to Jiro. 

Jiro gets up to leave the room for a moment and you redirect your attention to Haku in front of you, beaming at him encouragingly. "Don't worry, it's a quick test! Plus, I want to make sure everything is squeaky clean! Especially since you said you used to have an arrhythmia. It's better to not leave any boxes unchecked since you're here, you know?"

Haku lifts an eyebrow, displaying an awkward smile. "Well... have you thought about the other reasons someone may get a racing heart?"

"Hmm... other reasons?" You repeat, unsure of where he was going with this. 

When Haku nods, you glance up at the ceiling, tapping your chin. "Cardio, vitamin B12 deficiency, panic attacks, anemia, dehydration, stress, low blood sugar..." You gasp and slap your closed fist to your palm as you draw a fresh conclusion. "That's it...! We should do your blood work too."

Haku gives you a tired look. "I don't need my blood work done, (Y/N). And I really don't need an ECG, but for you I'll oblige."

"You shouldn't be so sure, you never know!" You wag a chastising finger at him, before returning to sit in your chair to fill out the rest of the general check-up prompts. "You're my good friend and a valuable asset to Darwick. I want you to be in peak health! Subaru and Zenji would agree with me, too." With that, you start scribbling in the blank spaces on your sheet that you had yet to fill out.

Haku forces a chuckle from behind you. "Okay, but... have you considered the possibility that you're just so cute that it makes me nervous? Not to mention, your face was so close to mine."

The pen in your hand involuntarily slips from your grip and skitters off the edge of the table. 

Hah... again with the jokes, huh? 

You swing your chair around to face him and fold your arms over your chest with an unimpressed look. "Save the stand-up routine for when we wrap up the check-up, vice-captain."

"I'm not joking," Haku deadpans.

The Hotarubi vice-captain's expression does, in fact, read as sincere. To say that the idea of your presence eliciting such a reaction from Haku makes you excited would feel like a severe understatement. You study him, continuing to search for any signs of humor or deception. 

When you don't find any, you pivot around, reach into a desk drawer and pull out a clean hospital gown. "You'll need to remove your shirt for the ECG, so you can wear this," You say, tossing it in his lap. Hastily, you pick your pen up from the floor and redirect your attention back to your form, effectively hiding the blush threatening to creep up your neck.

"...Ouch," Haku mutters, laughing despite himself. "So this is what it feels like to get rejected? Now I really don't get how Kaito can shoot his shot so much."

"...Rejected?" You echo, in disbelief. The mere suggestion heightens your courage enough to look over your shoulder to address him. "I would never even consider committing such a heinous crime."

From the angle you're at, you can't really read Haku's expression. Just when you're about to face him again, Jiro finally comes back into the room, wheeling in the ECG machine towards the side of Haku's bed. 

"While I set this up, please remove your shirt and replace it with the gown," Jiro requests, unfolding a bundle of cords.

"Sure," Haku replies.

"(Y/N), come over here so I can show you how the settings work," Jiro adds.

"Okie dokie." Without hesitation, you flip around and get to your feet. You nearly trip over yourself when Haku comes into view. 

The Hotarubi vice-captain is seated with his unbuttoned shirt now pooled at his hips, exposing the entirety of his bare, toned, torso. Sliding off the bed, Haku stands and unfolds the gown, shifting his eyes towards your leering gaze. When you fail to look away after gawking long past the point of it being considered appropriate, Haku's lips curl into a suggestive smile. 

Jiro sighs, rolling his eyes. "(Y/N), if you don't come over here, I may have to report you for misconduct."

"Right, misconduct," You nod, tearing your gaze away from Haku's tantalizing state of undress. "Can it really be misconduct if you opt to change in public? There's a restroom down the hall," You ramble as you make your way to Jiro's side. 

"Takes too much time," Jiro interjects before Haku can defend himself. "We have other patients."

You swear you can see Haku giving you a smug look out of your peripheral vision and you choose to ignore it, lest your face burn brighter. 

After the electrocardiogram machine is set up and attached to Haku, it takes about ten minutes to run the test and get results. 

Once that happens, Jiro announces the conclusion. "Haku is in picture perfect health. Nothing to worry about." The Mortkranken vice-captain begins to remove the wires secured to Haku's chest. "This was good practice, regardless. Good work, (Y/N). Maybe in the near future you can do some general check-ups while I'm preoccupied with other tasks."

"Yeah... right." You sit at the desk again, recording the results of the test on the paper in front of you. 

If Haku's fine, then what he said was true. He's been nervous around you lately...? And then he went and made a comment about you rejecting him. What the hell is going on?

"Are you about finished with that, (Y/N)?" Jiro asks, peering over your shoulder. 

"Oh, yeah. It's done." You briskly thrust your hand in the air, the paper in it.

"Okay, good," Jiro takes it from you, glancing over it. "I will be right back to prepare for the nex--," Jiro randomly turns green and clamps a hand over his mouth. 

It was a common occurrence, but you express concern anyways. "You okay? I think it's about time you take your medicine. It's been a few hours, no?"

Jiro nods. Slowly, he turns his back to you and trudges out of the room.

Poor guy, really.

"Are you going to be done soon?" Haku inquires as he gets up from the bed and stretches. Thankfully, he's properly clothed again by the time your eyes drift in his direction. 

"I'm sure it won't be too much longer, though Jiro's schedule isn't always predictable," You explain as you subconsciously try to calm your jittery nerves. Turning your chair slightly, you muster a friendly smile. "Thanks for coming, you've been an excellent test dummy."

"Anytime, (Y/N)," Haku replies easily, returning a smile of his own. 

A momentary silence falls on the two of you. It looks almost as if the vice-captain intends on saying something else, but you make a point to beat him to it. 

Abruptly, you lift yourself from your chair. "I can walk you out, if you want." 

"Yeah, let's do it," He readily complies. Haku from a few months ago would be quick to insist such a gesture was unnecessary out of courtesy, but not today evidently. 

You lead Haku out into the hallway and towards the entrance of the building. Typically, you'd be talking his head off right now about various things, but your brain continues to swim with thoughts of your conversation earlier. Did you brushing off what Haku admitted to earlier genuinely bother him? You're pretty sure he would never tell you if it had. Haku is the type of guy who's always too preoccupied with worrying about others to let anything get to him too much. Should you apologize? Is he expecting something from you?

"Hey, Haku," You start, quelling your internal conflict as you walk ahead of him. 

"Hey, (Y/N)." 

"If I said something to upset you earlier, I'm super sorry," You say, tossing a wistful glance over your shoulder. 

Haku smirks, tilting his head. "Upset me? Not at all. Quite the contrary, actually."

"...How's that?"

"I'm delighted to find out that I am immune to the friend zone," Haku explains with a breezy chuckle. 

Your cheeks burn at his comment. He must have been referring to you saying that you'd never reject him. The comment was flippant– made without any thought at all. And maybe Haku wasn't joking about being nervous around you, but was he really being sincere with such a conspicuous statement?

Averting your eyes, you turn your head forward again. "I didn't know that kind of thing occupied your mind," You admit. "Are you dead ass?"

Haku hesitates. "...Would it make you uncomfortable if I said yes?"

Holy cow, this was actually happening? You always thought Haku was cute and had harbored a little crush on him for quite a while. Considering the severity of your curse and all the unknowns that come with it, you really hadn't seriously considered romance. Didn't Professor Hyde strongly advise against it, too? 

"Sorry, you can forget I said that. It's totally irresponsible for me to be putting something like that on you," Haku pushes out an apology, likely having taken your prolonged silence as an answer.

You stop in your tracks and turn to face him, wearing a reassuring smile. "I was just thinking, that's all. You didn't make me uncomfortable."

Haku smiles abjectly as he rubs his neck. "That's a relief."

Swallowing away your anxieties, you take a deep breath before speaking again. "Jiro will be expecting me soon, so we may have to talk more about this later. But to be clear, you're saying you like me? Like... not platonically?" 

Haku holds your gaze and he nods with conviction. The faintest hint of pink dusts over the vice-captain's cheeks as he slips his thumbs in his pockets. "Yeah. I probably could have timed this better, but since you're asking– I may as well be transparent. I think very highly of you, truthfully."

Your heart beats rapidly in your chest and you feel as if you could melt into a puddle of mush from that doting look on Haku's face. It was probably dumb and totally unnecessary, but you have the urge to get further clarification. The uncertainty you feel has to be a result of being so accustomed to his glib way with words. 

"So, like... you know when I say not platonically I mean like, um..." You stutter, finding it to be increasingly more difficult to hold his gaze. "You w-want to do stuff like go on d-dates, hold hands... kiss?" The pitch in your voice increases at the last bit of criteria. 

Haku laughs a bit and he nods reassuringly. "Yeah, definitely. That about checks all the boxes for non-platonic relationships." Haku brings a finger to his lips in deliberation. The corners of his hazel eyes crinkle with mirth and you just know he's about to embarrass the shit out of you. "Well, not all..." Haku drawls, correcting himself. 

A nervous laugh stumbles awkwardly out of your mouth. "Anywho...! Gotta go help patients or whatever, haha! I think this is far enough, you know your way out!" You spin on your heel and head back from where you came. Not bothering to turn around, you call back to him, waving your hand in the air. "Talk to ya later, Haku! Text me, or something!"

Haku snorts, returning the gesture with a wave of his own even though you can't see it. "I'll do that, (Y/N).”

[fatedpluto]

'I'm dying!' 'No. You're not.'

Jason Grace x Dramatic!Sick!Male Reader

warnings/tags: wrote this at midnight with a headache, as mentioned previously, am currently unsure if it's coherent. 'princess' used as a teasing nickname. pre-established relationship. summary: you are very sick. you are very dramatic. luckily, Jason doesn't mind. pov: 2nd person

a/n: Surrrprise shawttyyy. This might not be coherent. I have been ran over by a car made not of metal but of plague. Ow. What they say about men acting like they are a sickly Victorian child when they are ill is true. Can confirm. It's not the plague I think, I checked my lymph nodes. Also decided I'd start making my blog look pretty.

Usually dramatic, even when you weren't running a ridiculous fever, your regular behaviour seemed underwhelming compared to how you were acting in the infirmary. Laying in a cot, dazed and confused, your lunch threatening an encore as you fought the sick back into your stomach, you could be on Broadway with the dramaturgy you displayed.

Not only had you covered your shivering limbs with a comfortable hoodie, but you'd also robbed Jason of his to combat the cold that had spread itself through your forehead, shoulders, back, stomach, arms, legs-- everywhere. You were cold everywhere. Unfortunately, you were shoving off layers of fabric only moments later, heat overwhelming you.

Will had tended to you, taking your temperature with a worried and impatient Jason holding your hand in his pale, calloused touch, squeezing it tight as he waited for the worst. As you'd been wailing and groaning of plague overwhelming you, he'd expected it to be bad. You had decided it must be something old-fashioned that your immune system didn't stand a chance against. Scarlet fever, bubonic plague, something along those lines.

A cold. Jason had thought he'd misheard Will when he said it. "A cold..?" Jason had asked skeptically, looking back at you, who had been tugging on Jason's shirt, getting him to sit by your side on the ground so you could be closer to his level. As much as the cement floor wasn't kind on his rear, he sat anyway. looking back up at Will, who seemed to be in a good mood.

He knew Nico was dating Will Solace, so he considered for a moment maybe this was the healer's way of making a very messed up joke, mirroring his boyfriend's humour. However, Will looked back down at his clipboard and that sunny smile remained on his face, "he'll be better in a day or two when it passes, no need for nectar or ambrosia," he'd responded, Jason's disbelief visible on his face. You couldn't believe it either, but that look of sickly disgust couldn't be washed away by simple shock.

You really couldn't believe it. You would die to a simple cold?! Or at least, now you were convinced you were.

Jason felt relief wash over him as he processed Will's words. It was just a cold. His boyfriend was perfectly fine. Warm breath hit your forehead, now cold as your temperature shifted and you reached back for the collection of previously discarded hoodies. Jason took your free hand and kissed it as you slid the hoodies back over your head and rugged up to fight the illusory frost your fever had wracked through you.

Your boyfriend chuckled, before beaming, his worry washing away, bringing your hand back to his lips to kiss it again. Your pointer finger flicked out to trace the scar on his lip, and he kissed it, so very happy that you were okay. "Nothing serious.." he sighed, closing his eyes to process the wonderful news, a smile gracing (haha, get it?) his handsome features.

However, you were stubborn and sick, and in the haze of illness, refusal seemed like the only option for this diagnosis. "Jason," you gasped out, breathing theatrically laboured as you acted like you were on your deathbed, "I'm sorry," your words caused his eyebrows to knit in confusion.

He felt for a moment you might be trying to apologise for worrying him so much when it was just a cold (you'd do that later, when you were alive and well and this cold very clearly did not kill you), but before he could tell you it was okay, that as your boyfriend it was his job to worry, you'd extended your arm, pointer finger pushing against his lips, shushing him. You were.. shushing him?

"So many battles.. and this is what takes me," oh brother, "you were brave, Jason Grace, so brave. I'm sorry, but I have one last request," he gasped out, and Jason bit his lip to hold back an amused smile, a little in disbelief at the dramatic act. "When it's time.. go. Away from here. Don't watch, my love, spare yourself the view," you recoiled your extended finger and peeled the hoodies back off as the heat engulfed you again.

"You're not dying--"

"Please, grant me a request before I go," you began to fan yourself theatrically, acting as if this was some cheesy old movie in black and white with doomed love interests and fancy words, "fetch me soup," you begged.

"Yes, princess," Jason responded sarcastically, his expression returning to neutrality, raising an eyebrow. Shaking his head, he stood up, heading to the kitchens, looking back at your striking appearance before turning to leave the infirmary.

Unfortunately for you, the camp didn't serve any kind of soup in the middle of summer, so Jason opted to grab himself a pear instead, cutting it up and shoving the slices into a little zip-lock bag so he could eat it on the way back to the infirmary to break the unfortunate news. A part of him dreaded it, bracing himself to meet more whining and theatrics.

There were no theatrics. There was not a complaint from your lips, because when Jason returned to the infirmary, you were cuddled up in your cot fast asleep. Returning to your side, he looked over you, admiring your elegance, the peaceful look of your dignified face making his heart skip a beat. He leaned down to get a better look, but your hand had instead reached up in your feverish slumber to grab his nose.

The Roman shaped nose in your grasp, he looked surprised, before letting out a soft chuckle, so soft, as not to wake you. His glasses slid down to meet your hand, causing your to groan, but not wake. Jason continued to lean down and kissed your cheek, fixing your hair a little before pulling back.

He spoke in a whisper,

"Goodnight, darling,"

You woke up the next morning feeling fine.

997 words

[jadedxhearts]

𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝

Law and you have spent far too much time apart, intimately. When you think you’re going to lose your mind from desperation, he finally gives in, a certain “cure” in mind to treat you.

Originally posted in Oct 8 2023

Please note that this is an old work and isn't representative of my current writing skills! (this one might be slighter better?)

It was difficult to not notice the various things that had set off certain alarms in your mind. Not to say those alarms were concerning nor bad in nature, no.

It started during a routine check up, about two weeks ago. You were sat in a chair in the operation room aboard the Polar Tang, allowing Law to do whatever he needed to check your general health. He’d taken your temperature, other vitals, the basics. But it was when he’d began feeling around your neck, presumably for your lymph nodes, that a shudder went down your spine. 

For one short moment, his hand had wrapped around your neck as though he was possessively holding onto you, much like he did during… other times. Law had been so busy these days, constantly working hard to make sure his submarine was being run correctly and efficiently. He tended to be this way, always, but as of lately, things seemed more hectic on the ship. You really couldn’t come up with an answer why, though.

However, these long working hours for your lover meant that he generally didn’t have much time to spare. Especially not for things such as sex. Your body longed for him, your fingers proving to not be enough. You’d tried to be cool about it, using body language and longing looks to try and get your message across. But Law either seemed too tired, or downright uninterested. You could tell by his mannerisms, though, especially during the checkup, that he longed for you too.

So when his hand had just barely wrapped around your neck, leaving you gasping for air as if he’d choked you, all feelings went straight down between your legs, your heart pounding as you became too excited too quickly. But your routine checkup wasn’t over, and Law had already moved on from his ‘accident’. 

But then another thing happened not even five minutes later. His gloved hands kept grazing your body, touch lingering for much longer than it should have. Again and again, these things kept happening, turning you on even more; making you more desperate for the doctor’s touch.

You’d tried to initiate that evening, but Law was exhausted, barely making an effort to kick off his boots and change into pajama pants before he’d promptly collapsed into bed. 

And now here you were, two entire weeks later, still having gone unsatisfied. You honestly struggled, having to go about your day as normal, meanwhile your brain remained filled with images of Law doing certain things to you. His tattooed chest glistening as he hovered over you, shoving your body down into the pillows as he filled you up so deliciously, among other images of past times with him. God, you needed him so badly.

You were curled up in bed, hugging a pillow tightly as you tried to fall asleep, trying to not lose your sanity as you pushed away any lewd thoughts about Law. It was so, so difficult, though. The pillow was slipping down between your legs as you clung to it, the plushness of it brushing against where you yearned for Law most. Eventually, it was in a spot where you could rub yourself against it, if you so wished. The thought seemed so dirty, and you couldn’t help but hope Law would walk into the bedroom and catch you as you began to move your hips, biting your lip harshly as you slowly humped the pillow.

But then you were interrupted, practically throwing the pillow away from yourself as the den-den-mushi on your nightstand began to ring. Calming yourself down, you answered it with a click, only to be surprised as Law’s voice came through.

“Y/n? You awake?” He asked, voice sounding… off. You couldn’t quite figure it out, though.

“Yes,” you choked out, feeling your heart hammering in your chest as you breathed heavily. Maybe he’d hear how desperate you were and come back to bed.

“Meet me in the operation room,” he instructed, and you now noticed how seductively he spoke. It made your cunt throb, and you obliged happily, already leaping out of the bed. 

You hadn’t even responded to him. You’d honestly forgotten to through your excitement, rushing out of your bedroom to sprint over to the operation room. After all, there could only be one reason why Law was in there, demanding you to meet him there at this hour.

Opening the doors to the large room, you discovered Law leaning against the table, arms folded in front of his chest as he smirked down at you. The tall man wore his doctor's coat over a tank top and his usual jeans. The other key differences were that his hat was removed, sitting on a counter nearby where he stood. And the other two things being that he had on gloves, as well as the fact that there was a not so hidden bulging in his jeans. He looked painfully hard, even through the constricting fabric.

Hands folded in front of you, you quickly moved to stand in front of him, innocently looking up at your lover. “You wanted me, Law?” You asked, voice ever so slightly pitched up to add a sense of cuteness, with an underlying sultriness to it. 

He chuckled, using one gloved finger to tilt your chin up toward him, face inching closer to yours. “Figured you needed a ‘check up’, hm?”

“B-but, I just had one two weeks ago,” you feigned innocence, pretending to be unaware of his antics. Though it was evident that both of you knew what game was being played here.

“I think you need a different kind, though,” Law hummed, firmly kissing you for just a second, before biting down onto your lips. “I want you undressed and up on the table, understood?”

With a sweet giggle, you nodded and eagerly began stripping yourself of your clothing. Once you were down to your panties, you angled your head to face Law, licking your lips as you slowly slid the thin fabric down your legs. Though, before they could even reach under your ass, you felt his hands on you, lifting you up to sit on the operation table. And while he’d quickly gotten you up on it, Law then went at an agonizingly slow pace, carefully pulling your panties down your legs, eyes never leaving yours for a second as they slipped off your feet, now bunched up in his hands.

He didn’t say a word to you. Law simply examined your panties, more than likely noticing the wet spot in them. He smirked, looking between you and the delicate lace for a second, all before setting them down on the counter behind him. 

Then, Law returned to you, placing both hands on either side of you, leaning dangerously close to your nude body. His gray eyes looked you up and down, noticeably stopping to stare at your full breasts. Then back up to your face, where he seemingly lingered on your lips. 

“By simply observing you, I cannot say whether or not you are… sufficient.”

“Sufficient?” You raised an eyebrow, echoing Law’s words.

“In satisfaction,” he explained, before continuing on with the act. “Tell me, Y/n. Do you have any symptoms?”

You slowly nodded, bashfully looking away. “Um… yes, I have this ache. It’s soo painful, like I’m throbbing and need something.”

“Where is the ache?” Law asked, sounding as bored as ever. Perhaps he was more desperate than he’d assumed, and was growing tired of the act?

With that thought in mind, you widen your legs, revealing your wet pussy to him. Taking his right hand in yours, you bring Law’s fingers to the supposed ache, gently pushing the gloved finger tips into your folds with a whine.

“I see,” he hummed. “And I know of the treatment you need.”

“You do?” You bit your lip, deciding you were also growing far too desperate to keep up the act. You needed him. Now.

“Yeah,” he deadpanned, face moving beside yours as he whispered, “you need my fucking cock in you, that’s what.”

His hushed voice so close to your ear sent shivers down your spine. 

“Please, Law,” you whined, grabbing onto him. “Make me feel good, please doctor!”

Law reacted quickly, unbuckling his belt and undoing his jeans, swiftly pulling out his hard length. He was probably aching just as much as you were. With a low chuckle, he pulled you closer to him, using one hand to rub his cock’s tip against your wet folds, the other hand landing on the side of your face as he brought your lips together, kissing you with such desperate fever. 

“Fuck, Law, please,” you moaned, dragging out your words to show more desperation. “Please fuck me, baby.”

He didn’t need to be told twice, as he fully inserted his length in you, filling you to the brim as his pulsating cock squeezed inside of your velvety walls. 

You both moaned, the lewd noises spilling into each other’s mouths as you swallowed them up. Fuck, he felt so good in you. The stretch was delicious, you thought, as you clamped down on him. There was no way you were lasting long tonight.

Law hissed as you cunt squeezed his cock, trapping him within you. “F-fuck, Y/n,” he choked out, “quit clenching on me like that, I’m gonna cum if you keep it up.”

You whined, trying to relax the muscles within your cunt. And after another moment of sitting like that, Law finally pulled his hips backwards, quickly snapping them forward with force, ripping loud moans from your throat.

He pounded into you, creating the nastiest wet noises you’d ever heard your pussy produce, combined with the sound of his skin slapping against yours.. You were glad the operation room walls were thick, as you had a feeling all the combined sounds would wake your resting crewmates otherwise. 

Your fingernails dug into the fabric of Law’s coat, gripping him as your whole body trembled from the sensations. He held you tightly, hovering over you as you laid back on the table now, legs in the air. If somebody were to walk in, there was no doubt about what you and Law were doing. 

Before long, you were screaming his name, cunt slick with your juices as you felt the tight knot within you about to burst. You were a moaning, desperate mess, ready to succumb to everything Law was doing to you. And it seemed he wasn’t far behind, as his thrusts became sloppy and inconsistent, heavy pants falling from his open mouth.

“Law, fuck, fuck, please cum in me,” you half whined, half begged.

“Already planned on it,” he grunted, snapping his hips against yours harshly, “you need your medicine, after all, hm?”

A whimper escaped you, and you felt your body let go as you began to cum around his cock. Law urged you on, praising you for being such a good girl, saying you needed just a little bit more of his cock.

But, mid-way through his taunting, Law gasped, shoving his head down and between your breasts as his body seemingly locked up, his thrusts stopping while he was fully inside you. Cum spilled from him, filling up your spent pussy. You moaned from the sensations of the hot seed stuffing you, a hand flying to hold onto Law, gripping at his messy black hair. 

As you both calmed down, you put a gentler hold on Law’s hair, using both hands to hold his head as you played with the raven locks. He panted against you, hot breaths landing on the skin of your chest. Eventually, he pulled his upper body away, looking down at you before placing a kiss on your wet lips.

“So… am I cured, doctor?”