#respitory infection

[creative-caramel-coffee]

Actually Asthmatic

Summary: Reader comes to work despite being sick and pepper makes sure you’re ok.

TW: asthma, fever, overworking, sickness lol

Pairing: pepper x Platonic!Reader

Words: 2.5K

A/n Part two coming soon (part two will have natty and wands >:). Also, so much has happened since I posted last and I’m so sorry it’s taken this long. I’ve been super busy with uni. But… I got a girlfriend :) I also have a ton of uni work I have to keep up with and I have like no time for anything now. But I will do my best to keep writing. So expect my updates to be a bit more spaced but I’m NOT giving up on this account :)

Living in a dorm was an interesting thing. You had a room, kitchen and bathroom to yourself, but it was lonely.

You knew you were in for a rough time when your lab partner came to a lecture sick. Not only that, but they were coughing … a lot. You knew no matter how hard you tried you were bound to get sick and mentally you resigned yourself to your new fate.

Lo and behold the next day your throat hurt, but it was manageable. Another day passes and your head had begun to feel like it was stuffed with cotton. A truely lovely experience. To make matters even better, you had three classes and work today. Your shift at stark industries was something you couldn’t miss even if you wanted to.

Pepper was coming to check on your branch of the company and you needed to be able to show her the numbers at the meeting you were both attending. You needed to prove it hasn’t been a mistake to hire a collage student with crippling debt and insomnia to run a branch of what was probably the most successful company in New York if not the world.

You flipped the page on your textbook and bit back a sigh. There was still an hour left of class and the world seemed to be against you, time was moving slower, and it felt rather personal.

You rested your head on the table and tried to block out the droning of your collage professor, he was a great guy, but your head felt like it was being run over by a bus and your cheeks were warm and your fingers cold.

You must have drifted off at some point because before you knew it someone was nudging you. You groggily sat up and squinted into the light, a frown marring your face.

“Y/n/n, get up. Class is over.” It was one of your friends, you gave a half grunt and looked around.

The lecture hall was quickly emptying out and so you grabbed your bag and textbook and stood, swaying slightly.

“Whoa. You good?” Your friend asked and you nodded mumbling something about standing up too fast before beelining for the door.

You bid goodbye to your friend at the train station and boarded the tube that would take you to work.

It was about a five-minute walk from the train to stark industries, but the cold weather that threatened your lungs working in tandem with your asthma and what you were now beginning to think was the start of a nasty chest infection, made it seem like hours of hiking through the amazon after dark.

You adjusted the backpack on your shoulder and waited for the train to slow, the next stop was yours and despite it being the quiet carriage there was still the loud sound of train tracks passing under making your head feel like a drum being beaten by a tone-deaf monkey on steroids.

The train almost had pity on you as it slowed just as you thought the monkey had found an amp to make his music ‘better.’

You stumbled off the platform and hurried up the steps to the footpath. The crowd jostled you and you felt more than desire to just let the ocean of people sweep you out with the tide.

But you forged on. So did the monkey.

You must have looked like death incarnate by the time you arrived at the lobby. You were flushed at the very least and you could hear the wheezing in your breath as you took in air by the lungful.

You scanned your keycard once you had located it in the mess that was your backpack. Stepping into the clean white walls of stark industries made you feel like a racoon in an upper-class neighbourhood.

You made your way to the elevator that would take you to the board room and finally paused to catch your breath which was now just a string of wheezes. You knew that because the look the lady at the reception shot you was one that was a mix of concern, confusion and pity.

Your throat was raw, and your face was congested as well as your chest. You sounded like you swallowed a frog, and the frog was also now sick and subsequently congested.

When the lift arrived you thanked Stark, who was your own personal god that there was nobody else in it. You stepped in and lent against the railing after thumbing the button for your floor with what was probably more force than necessary.

You sat back against the cool metal bar and watched the numbers climb higher and higher as you approached the master board room which was also the same floor as peppers office. A place you rarely visited except when you had the quarterly board meeting like today.

As the lift pinged and the doors slide open smoothly you stepped off and gathered your bearings.

You caught sight of a door at the end of the hall with peppers name on it and smiled. She was also one of your own personal heroes. She worked like a horse and kicked ass like an avenger all while wearing heels and a smile that said, ‘don’t fuck with me before I’ve had my coffee’.

You navigated your way to the board room and cracked the door a bit. So far there were a few people in there and it was still early. You smiled at the unfamiliar faces and sat down.

You didn’t know any of them yet and so you kept to yourself as you and the others waited for pepper and the rest of the companies branch managers and board members to come in.

After a bit pepper entered looking as swauve and elegant as ever. She took her seat at the head of the table and took note of the empty chairs with a small frown.

“It seems some people are still absent, so we’ll wait for a bit until the numbers are more … concrete.” She said with a smile drawing a few laughs from around the room.

You kept your head down, but your eyes kept straying back to pepper.

After a few minutes of you being sat there doodling in your notepad, the meeting started.

You paid attention to most things but once you had presented your numbers you had more or less zoned out. At one point you caught pepper looking at you closely and decided to try and pay attention again.

But the meeting droned on and soon your chest felt tighter and tighter. Your face flushed with the effort of suppressing a cough. The wheeze that had left you in the elevator had seemingly returned and you were doing your best to keep it quiet.

Your eyes looked around the room for an escape and you caught pepper looking at you again. She looked worried.

‘Are you ok?’ She mouthed and you nodded but she looked unsure.

You decided to leave, just to step out for a moment to get some air and let your lungs do their thing.

You waited until all eyes were back on the man presenting before slipping out the door.

You beelined for the bathroom which were luckily empty with everyone currently on the floor in the meeting.

You braced yourself by placing your hands either side of the sink and let out a string of deep chesty coughs. The wheeze got worse, and you cursed yourself for leaving your asthma inhaler in your backpack in the board room.

The coughing still hadn’t ceased, and it seemed the attack was making it harder to catch your breath than normal.

You barely registered the door to the bathrooms being opened and the sound of high heels click across the floor in hurried steps.

You felt a hand press between your shoulder blades as someone drew slow circles on your back. Someone was telling you to breathe and you recognised the voice.

Pepper.

You felt something being pressed into your hands and looked down to find a glass of water.

You gratefully took a sip and found it soothed your throat pretty well.

After a second, the fit ended and you just had the wheeze to worry about.

“Are you alright?” Pepper asked looking worried and trying not to fuss over you.

You shot her a weak smile.

“I’m ok.” You grinned unconvincingly. She gave you a look you assumed tony often received and caved. “I’m sick.” You rasped.

“I’d have never guessed.” Pepper joked rolling her eyes and guided you by the shoulders out the door.

“Where are we going?” You asked still holding the water.

“Well, you need to rest, and the board can handle the rest of the meeting. I want you to get that cough looked at and i have some emails to check. So, we are going to my office, you are going to lie down and I’m going to get some work done.” Pepper said with a smile, and you looked at her like she had hung the stars in the sky.

“Thank you.” You mumbled.

“That’s quite alright honey.” She smiled and then her brow crinkled as if she just noticed your wheezing. Which spoiler alert… she had.

You avoided her eyes as she scrutinised you closely. After a second her pace slowed and yours matched it before she stepped in front of you and placed a hand on your chin. She tilted your head back to look at her and met your gaze with a motherly worried expression.

“You’re wheezing.” She noted.

“And you’re pepper potts.” You said back looking nervous.

“Yes.” She deadpanned in response. “Y/n, are you … asthmatic?” She asked and you looked away.

That was enough of a response for her as she sighed. “Wheres your puffer sweetie?”

“Back in my backpack in the meeting room.” You mumbled.

“Alright here’s what we are going to do. I’m going to get you set up in my office and then go and get your bag for you.” She said and resumed her pace to her office.

When she arrived, she scanned her keycard and opened the door. It was an amazing office. Floor to ceiling windows in a corner room made the whole space perfectly lit with natural light.

You stepped inside in awe, and she guided you over to an expensive looking blue couch with a fond smile.

“You stay here, I’ll be right back.” She said and you grinned and nodded still star struck.

You could see the New York skyline from up here, the city bustling below.

You had barely blinked by the time pepper had returned.

She handed you your bag which you took and thanked her again.

“Now take whatever you need to and try to get some rest, I’ll be at my desk just there if you need anything.” She said with a smile, lingering to make sure you took your inhaler.

After you had uncapped the small blue device and administered the medicine, she gave you a curt nod and headed to her desk.

Almost as soon as your head hit the soft fluffy throw pillows on the couch you were out.

The next few hours were spent toeing the line between sleep and wakefulness. At one point as you dozed you heard pepper talking to someone on the phone before you returned to sleep.

Pepper had sat down to get some work done but had barely typed out one email before her eyes were back on you. You seemed so small in this moment. Just a young adult, you reminded her of peter. She wanted to make sure you were ok and the small wheeze coming from your lips made her worried.

Your face was slightly flushed, and pepper was sure nobody had been messing with the room temperature controls. Feeling maternal, she picked up her phone and punched in the number for Bruce’s lab. Better safe than sorry.

After a short conversation with Bruce in which she relayed your symptoms, he decided he wanted to see you to run further tests and rule out pneumonia. Pepper had looked over at you and agreed, you had been sleeping for nearly four hours now and seemingly weren’t doing much better, and including your asthma she didn’t want to risk anything.

Bruce and pepper agreed to bring you to the avengers' tower to check your lungs and maybe put you on a nebuliser to be safe as the wheeze was still lingering.

When the phone call ended pepper stood from her desk and walked over to the couch, gently she sat down beside you and nudged your shoulder. You groaned and rolled over trying to escape.

Stifling a giggle pepper placed her hand on your arm, frowning when she felt heat radiating off you. She paused and then lifted her hand to your face, laying the backside of her palm to your forehead and feeling for a fever.

Finding what she was looking for, pepper gently rubbed your arm again.

“Y/n? Honey, you have to get up. We’re going to the doctor sweetie.” She said softly and you whined and buried your face in the couch.

“Tired and don’t wanna move.” You mumbled into the cushions.

“You can lean on me the whole way to the car, alright?” Pepper said carding her hands through your hair.

“Okay.” You mumbled and blinked your eyes open to look at her. The haze of fever was settled in and the pink hue of your cheeks made you look both dazed and cute.

With peppers help you stand up and lean into her side. She had already called happy to bring the car around and he was going to meet you both out front.

With your bag slung over one shoulder and you curled into her other side, pepper slowly began the trek back to the lift. The board meeting had ended hours ago so it was just the two of you left on the whole floor.

After a slow and sleepy trip down to the car pepper got settled into the backseat with you so she could keep an eye on how you were fairing.

Your cheeks had darkened slightly, and she felt your forehead again as happy peeled out of the car park. Your fever had definitely risen, and she frowned as the glossy look in your eyes was increased ten-fold.

Part two coming soon :)

[ifartconfetti]

american cityslicker health influencers are so funny. preaching about the so called health benefits of raw milk.

meanwhile me who grew up in ultra rural germany whose family knows exactly why we boil milk:

spoiler: diarrhea is still one of the leading causes of death in the world

[freddie-77-ao3]

infodump about how you got into pjo please :)

okay so when i was younger than six i had absolutely no interest in reading. like. at all. i would fight to avoid reading. I wasn't dyslexic i just really couldn't and wouldn't do it.

But then, I got pretty sick-- influenza which kicked off respitory infections and pneumonia and lead to a kick off a bunch of autoimmune issues (which were never actually diagnosed but that's a whole 'nother thing) and anyway, I basically couldn't do anything from october to april. like, was barely in school and when I was, wasn't allowed to do recess or anything.

and I wasn't interested in the television at all, so my parents started telling me to read/write/draw a lot more.

And let me tell you, i've never been an artist. So I wrote a bit, but mainly, I started reading mid october, because my dad would get off work early and read harry potter with me. So he read the philosophers stone with me, and then I read the other six books by myself... in two weeks.

So that's when I started reading. Then, in second grade, I discovered percy Jackson-- and flew through the whole series. I got House of Hades the first day it was released, and kept up with the series for a while.

Genuinely, I just loved the disability portion of the series-- Thalia was my favorite character, since TLT because of this one scene in we ride a zebra to vegas.

Anyway, I was, what, 7 then? And so late second grade, I'd started watching youtube videos-- you know the fan edits with fan art and music in the background? I would annoy my brother by playing them on the youtube tab in the Wii, all afternoon while I would do my homework (or make him do it-- he was three years/grades younger-- so not even in school, but I would make him do my math homework)

anyway so those fan edits were really my introduction to fandom, and I don't know how, but I started reading fics on ffn around then as well. also started writing my own fanfiction. anyway, yeah. Then covid happened and i definitely got super reinterested in the series.

[homeofhousechickens]

hihi! in the comments of your post abt feral pigeons being captured for pets, someone mentioned disease being the main concern. id like to hear you elaborate on it!! what kind of disease? how would it effect the pigeon?

Like most feral animals like dogs and cats they need vet care when they return to human care. Feral pigeons specifically need to be dewormed and treated for Trich/Canker since they tend to almost always have a clinical to subclinical infection. Like any new pet it needs to be quarantined for at least 30 days away from your other birds and animals as it's being treated. Untreated worms can get other poultry sick and cause anemia and malnutrition. Untreated canker causes respitory distress, trouble eating, and eventual death if untreated, and it can also spread to other birds. Feral pigeons can also carry salmonella which can get people sick if they are left untreated. Salmonella has a high mortality rate in pigeons along with some other pigeon specific viruses. If you adopted a feral pigeon it needs vet care just like if you adopted a dog or cat off the street.

[lostiecharlie]

Randomly in my dream, Andrew Horowitz started suffocating me and i woke up panting. Turns out I have a respitory infection and Tally Hall is the reason I found out lol

[thealmightyemprex]

Health update: Upper respitory infection is what I have,meds should knock it out

@ariel-seagull-wings @the-blue-fairie @themousefromfantasyland @theancientvaleofsoulmaking @piterelizabethdevries @princesssarisa

[saanphoenix]

I love the way my cats just *clenches fist* keep throwing up.

Y'see, one, Zack, has a very sensitive stomach and a not-so-sensative pallette. He will eat anything, from the wrong food to a cactus to tape. And his stomach treats all the same: "What the FUCK is that?" And then he spends the next 24 hours vomiting everywhere. It's annoying. It's annoying to clean up and annoying that he never learns.

But there is also this 3-week-old kitten. HER problem, along with her siblings and mother, is they have a slight upper respitory infection. Which can causing gagging. Which means I get to panic that this small child is dying when, really, she's just choking the same way people do when there's mucus hung in the back of your throat. But, like...

Kittens have a high mortality rate. Quoting WagWalking: "Typically, around 75% to 95% of kittens make it to 8 weeks of age. Of those, however, about 20% to 40% may not survive beyond 12 weeks."

So like. If they even mew funny, I'm like, "ARE YOU DYING?! AND WHY?!"

I spent $152 Friday on an emergency vet visit to take this kitten's brother--his name is Steve--to the vet because he was acting like he couldn't keep his head raised and kept meowing pitifully. They gave me Nutri-Cal and dewormed them all and were like, "Maybe his sugar dropped? 🤷‍♀️" Because the bastard was seemingly fine two hours after my near panic attack.

I know more about cat health now than I ever wanted to learn in my lifetime.

GUH!

Also, here's Steve:

Absolutely covered on Nutri-Cal because he does not like sticky fingers being shoved into his mouth.

[dykeofalltrades]

keeping any animal is stressful i get that but chickens get respitory infections so easily and its so stressful every time. one gets a minor cough and im luck fuck this is it theyre all going to die

[javalabs20]

currently on the home stretch of hopefully recovering from my upper respitory infection

slay

:D

[theninthlaw]

I'm back!

So I meant to come back a little earlier but my cat got quite sick and I had to figure out what was going on with her with the vet. Everything is good now and she's recovering just fine with some new meds. Turns out she just has severe allergies. Really happy it wasn't anything like an upper respitory infection or anything. Anyway, I will be trying to finish up a few pieces before the upcoming weekend. Like I had said on my Twitter post as well, I really appreciate the kind tells you guys send me in FFXIV too <3 I'm sorry I don't say much back other than thank you back but truly it does make me happy to receive such kind comments about my work here in the fandom.

I am mainly on EU at the moment since it's easier for my ping when I do raids and the like but I am more than down to play or chat with people on NA as well!

Cheers, I hope everyone is doing ok ❤

[thecandywrites]

Monster March- Day 25 - Angel

Half of My Forever

Because what is more divine than love?

Huge thanks to @borealwrites for their Monster March 2023 prompts. I am trying SO HARD. To finish these before May. Because it's the end of April. and I'm literally a month behind. Because Covid decided to pay me a visit, and took it's dear sweet time to leave, and leaving me with an upper respitory infection as a going away present.

Anyway, here's some sweet fluff.

Monster March 2023 Day 25 - Angel 

Half of My Forever

“Well hello Beautiful Rhenphrie.” A very familiar heavenly angel said as he came sidling up next to you as you were getting ready to fly in the cyclone in the clouds with your brethren.  

“Hello Angel.” You replied with a smile and a subtle shake of your head because he had been “showing up” a lot more frequently as of late, well, ever since you reached maturity, that is. 

“It’s Serephiel.” He reminded you, as if you’d ever forget. 

“It’s always hard to tell you angel types apart, all of you look the same.” You teased as he rolled his eyes but smiled at the fun you were poking at him. 

“We do not.” He insisted. 

“It’s you moura who all look alike.” He insisted. 

“Right.” You sarcastically agreed as you changed your earrings in your ear to better frame your face from the curtain of white blonde hair. 

“Yet, out of how many of us? You manage to remember all of our names?” You returned. 

“Look, I was created in perfection. So therefore, I’m able to remember all of you perfectly. Although there seems to be double your numbers this year as there was last year. Did your species double in number again?” He asked as he looked around. 

“Look, this new world has a world five times as big, with a sun five times as powerful. It’s not our fault if we take that and use it to our advantage. Besides, reproduction is such a pleasurable experience, and carrying a little life isn’t what it used to be. My parents insist that it took much longer and hurt a lot more than it does right now.” You insisted as you were relieved to not be on baby sitter duty tonight. 

“Do you still miss your old world?” He asked. 

“Nope. Not one bit. Granted, keeping track of my friends in the seas is a lot harder than it used to be. But I’m happy that the red algae didn’t follow them. And honestly, if the spheres were to try to converge tomorrow, I don’t think a single one of us would choose to go back. I know we wouldn’t all fit, that’s for sure.” You murmured before you readjusted your neckline of your gown. 

Since the convergence. You and your fellow moura were celebrating a full ten years in this new world. And the heavens that the regular angels inhabited were just above the cloud realm and unseen to anyone who didn’t have magical or a spiritual plane of vision. It was very pretty though. 

“So you decided to come down here with the mortals huh?” You teased him as you bumped him with your hip playfully while you changed little details about your outfit to suit your mood as you preened your feathers in your wings while your feet rested comfortably in the clouds themselves. 

“Guilty as charged.” He admitted. 

“Here to fly in the cyclone too? But,  don’t you have heavenly tasks to attend to? Keeping the gates to the pearly heavens safe from the other dangerous beings from below?” You asked him as you had noticed he seemed to be hanging around an awful lot lately. 

“Well, I wanted to come and see if after your flight, you’d want to come and take a stroll with me. There’s a river of golden waters inside, and it’s practically a paradise. I think you’d enjoy it.” He invited. 

“But aren’t I not spiritual, or would it be- magical enough- to be let in?” You posed to him, a bit wearily. 

“Nope, on the contrary, you’d fit right in and would be more than welcome.” He insisted. 

“Why is it so important to you that I come?” You asked him. 

“So? Doesn’t that prohibit me from entering your heavens?” You asked. 

“Because I was just talking with the Taunstons, and it’ll be another 90 years before they try to unmerge the spheres, and like you said, mouras aren’t eager to go back to your homeworld, so I was just letting you know, that if you wanted to, you could always find a place with me, or us rather.” He invited as he actually seemed bashful at the notion as his cheeks darkened which got you to give him a curious look.

“You’re a being of heaven. I’m a being, of magic and spirituality- true. But I’m still flesh and blood, last I checked at least.” You reminded him once you made sure each feather in the mirror’s surface was in perfect symmetry with the corresponding feather in the other wing.

“So?” He asked. 

“No.” He shook his head no. 

“Look, if the demons, who can take flesh and blood bodies can enter the heavenly realm, there shouldn’t be anything to keep you and your kind from doing the same. Besides, The Prince said you and your kind would always be welcomed in his city.” He insisted. 

“Are you sure I won’t get you in trouble if I were to accept your invitation?” You questioned him. 

“Absolutely.” He answered. 

“Why do I keep seeing more and more angels among us?” You asked him. 

“Well, besides your beauty and perfectly pleasant nature. You’re good company to have. And, well, I like you. Specifically you.” He finally confessed. 

“Me? Not…” you began to list off all your sisters and then all your cousins and then all the other female mouras you knew. 

“Yes, you. Just you.” He confirmed.

“Why me?” You asked him. 

“Because you’re…for lack of a better word- perfect. And even if I can only spend the next 90 years with you. I don’t want to waste a single second of it.” He insisted. 

“And if you get to have some immortality with me in my realm, then I want you to have it. I just..I really, really like you and adore you and I don’t want to spend, another moment without you if I don’t have to.” 

“Don’t they have female angels up there?” You asked him. 

“They do. They just, um, well they are all here, and well, you see.” He gestured to the female angels who were currently chatting up several of your brothers and cousins and male friends before you noticed that one couple in particular, the woman was already pregnant. 

“So you want us to have what they have?” You nodded over to the pair. 

“Yeah.” He confirmed with a soft adoring look at them before he turned his gaze over to you. 

“Ok, fine. Fly with me, dance with me and then you can take me up to your heavens and if they let me in, they let me in. But if I’m not good enough…” You began before he silenced you with a kiss that was practically desperate. 

“You are, you always were.” He insisted. 

“What will we do if I’m not?” You questioned. 

“It’ll be the best in the realm.” He assured you before you took his hand flew with him around the cyclone and then danced with him from the music performed by the various angels and mouras alike before he took you to the gate before you squeezed his hand extra tightly, worried that the other angels at the gates would not let you in. 

“Then I’m perfectly content with staying here with you. I’ll build you a house in these clouds with my own two hands if I have to and we will spend however long together that we can. I’ll find a way to give you half of my forever.” He insisted.

“Ok, ok. I want a really nice one though.” You insisted. 

“Please, let us enter.” He requested before the large pearl like door was opened and you were almost afraid to breathe as you walked beside him and walked right into the heavens with him. 

He was right. It was stunning, and so beautiful and a paradise without compare before you seemed to finally breathe a sigh of relief. 

“See? Told you.” He beamed happily as he kissed the crown of your head before he slid a wedding ring onto your finger. 

“As much as you are mine, I am yours.” He vowed before you did the same, taking one of the smaller feathers from your wing and turned it into a ring of gold and slid it onto the corresponding finger on his hand too. 

“As much as you are mine, I am yours, for now, until…” 

“Until the end of time itself.” He murmured before he kissed you sweetly and soundly all the same. 

“Come, a home for the both of us.” He showed you to his heavenly home as you marveled at it’s sheer luxury and magnificence.

“And a third? Maybe a fourth?” You hinted as you looked from him to the bed then back to him. 

“And a fifth if you want.” He readily agreed as he pulled you to lay in the bed with him, it’s soft blankets and super soft cushioned bed a perfect place to lay down and rest and enjoy each other. 

[theheroheart]

#going on two and a half months of fatigue #it was my first time getting covid this summer and I'm finally starting to be able to walk and do things without being exhausted afterwards #Fever was miserable too but that at least only lasted a few days #oh and the sore throat #thankfully didn't last as long but for a good day or SO it felt so raw I thought for sure it must be bleeding (@juliedillon)

This was pretty much my exact experience too. Except I got a really murderous throat infection for a whole week, and didn't even know it was covid until the very end.

But the fatigue and the loss of lung function has been really frustrating. Which is DESPITE not having any respitory problems whatsoever while actually sick. Coming on top of a serious deficiency of iron and D-vitamin, I spend so much time in bed.

[ao3feed-kiribaku]

Hold Me Won't You?

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/AIVgcaM by 0josephinejoestar0 You smiled softly before another coughing fit ripped through you, hiding your face in your own elbow. “My poor baby,” Eijirou cooed, rounding the couch to crouch down in front of you. He placed the bag down on the coffee table, giving you a loving, but pitiful look. “How’s your breathing?” He took one of your hands in his, brushing his lips over your knuckles. “Not great.” Another cough. “And your chest?” He frowned, only half heartedly diverting his attention from you to blindly paw through the plastic bag. “Hurts.” “If your chest keeps hurting like that, I’m gonna take you to the hospital.” Katsuki called from the kitchen with a slam of the fridge, emerging to come over and begin collecting the trash surrounding you. You groan. OR I have a killer respiratory infection and the new Pro Hero rankings are pissing me AWF. (And I missed my boys.) Words: 3285, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia (Anime & Manga) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Multi Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Reader, Kirishima Eijirou/Reader, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou/Reader Additional Tags: Polyamory, Sickfic, i have a respitory infection and asthama I NEED THIS, Caring Bakugou Katsuki, Caring Kirishima Eijirou, Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki, Pro Hero Kirishima Eijirou, Pro Hero Reader (My Hero Academia), ACL tear because why not, for my asthmatic readers, Kirishima Eijirou is a Ray of Sunshine, Bakugou Katsuki is a Little Shit, but he's mature and knows when to be sweet, and reader is also a little shit so whatever, Bubble Bath, Author Is Sleep Deprived, AND SICK AS FUCK, wrote this for my own peace of mind, fuck tomato soup, Not Beta Read, beta read by me at two in the morning, physical touch is my love language and it shows, Forehead Kisses, Sleepy Kisses, lots and lots of, Cuddling & Snuggling, OH and probably, Out of Character, just a little, Gender-Neutral Pronouns, for everyone! read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/AIVgcaM

[nessiesbarnes]

ooc: I am so sorry my replies are so slow. I trying to navigate going from a Teaching assistant to an actual teacher plus going to school plus doing my assignments. I've been pretty stressed out and feel like I'm drowning which is making ot hard to roleplay some days and on top of that I've got a respitory infection that's moved into my lungs yet I'm thw only one whose been taking care of my grandma who is having a lot of pain

[sizablelad]

even recovering from a month long respitory infection, ya boy can smoke a bowl down to the ash

[monstersofsilence]

I feel like I might be coming down with some sort of sickness .w.

everything feels off currently

mainly my hearing

but also it seems my joints might me feeling weak

just it feels off. my body just feels not how it should be

even worse considering large majority of my family are also sick. my mother pretty much got rhe worst of it that she's dealing with a respitory infection or just lots of fluids in one of her lungs that could've been fatal if she let it be

thankfully she caught it sooner and getting the medicine to help expel those fluids. slowly but surely but she has it rough currently

just

pretty bleh day today ;;