#i basically just have a sore throat & a bad cough

[pygmi-says-hi]

writing tips - sick/poisoning fics

so since you guys ate up the injury thing like holy fuck 1.5k notes in 24 hours??? hello?? I thought I'd do a semi-related one about sickness.

disclaimer because you guys thoroughly reminded me of this: medicine is fucking weird and everybody reacts differently. this is blanket statement information, not the mayo clinic. idc that 'oh my cousin had that disease and he didn't have that symptom' okay whatever like sorry but that's not the point of this post. this is just to eliminate egregious mistakes. I'm not looking into every possible way this illness will show up. chill your tits. the comments on the last post were just like. dude. chill.

aurkay so.

poison-related illness.

okay poisoning is such a cool concept and there are literally so many cool effects it can have. Idk why everyone goes with the holy trinity of hallucinations, fainting and nausea. like yeah those are good but there are so many other things???

like internal bleeding. literally the best. I love it. It's slow but hella deadly and sometimes people can't even feel it/don't know what's happening. that's such a great option for whump or some angst. like they didn't know until it was too late. gold.

also - some poisons are not dissolvable in food or drink. Like certain medicines, they lose effectiveness if digested instead of injected intravenously. obviously you don't have to know that but if you wanna get into it, do a lil bit of research. could bring up some intriguing scenarios.

infection or sepsis

yoooo. sepsis is lowkey terrifying. infections are similar to actual illness but are caused because of an unsanitary wound. lots of interesting symptoms to browse here:

fever, cramps, fainting, hallucinations, dehydration, delirium, nausea, sores, sepsis, organ failure and on and on and on.

infection happens so fast too. like forget to change a bandage once and boom it could be infected. (is that a whump opportunity I hear...?)

sepsis is like the point of no return pretty much. Unless you've got crazy medical technology, sepsis is really really bad. basically, it's when the body overreacts and starts to damage its own tissue. leading to organ failure and then eventually death. spooky.

regular illness

this just means like a virus or something. a key point of viruses is an elevated temperature and dehydration; the body's primary responses. burn the bug out and dehydrate it.

depending on the illness, symptoms will vary. respiratory infections or viruses involve congestion, coughing, sore throats, a rattly breathing sound, and productive coughing (phlegm and mucus). Stomach illnesses include cramps, nausea, dehydration, dizziness, low blood sugar, weight loss, and diarrhea. these can overlap but mostly those are the groupings.

with fevers come achy joints and sensitive skin. fever is inflammation, like mild swelling everywhere because of how intense the antibody reaction is.

dehydration sets in really quick. really bad dehydration induces dizziness, nausea, diarrhea, delirium, lethargy, and fainting. great motivation for a whumper to possibly restrict whumpee's water intake...?

just some prompts! kinda low energy today sorry I haven't been posting, xox

[pandaspwnz]

Took another covid test and it's STILL negative which is surprising because I feel like absolute shit

[the-eng1ne]

good god i am so sick rn

[namjooningera]

Hi, first timer here. May I humbly request for a drabble with Yandere Nanami wherein his darling gets sick and tries to avoid Nanami, but fails and gets coddled in return

You absolutely may!

Yandere JJK react to you being sick

Characters: Nanami, gojo, geto, Toji

Tw: sickness, forced physical touch, poisoning (?) 👀

AN: I decided to go with all the characters cuz I actually like this prompt! However nanamis will be longer since you asked for him specifically :D btw y’all I’m thinking of adding Choso! Tell me what y’all think ;)

Nanami:

You cough and shake, body trembling. Nanami’s at work, you know that because he isn’t on his side of bed. His watch and phone have been picked off the nightstand, the windows were sealed shut again, and the clock on the night stand buzzed with the numbers

11:23 am.

It’s late. Well, sort of. It’s the late where you don’t usually wake up. Sure you don’t wake up as early as Nanami does, but you at least wake up before the afternoon.

Before, you’d wake up as early as possible, well, when you had a life, that is.

But your sniffling, your nose is clogged and your body aches. Your throat, restricted. You can barely swallow down that dry saliva because dammit your throat aches. You need some water to smooth your sore throat, but you find the glass at the night stand completely empty.

You slowly crawl out of bed, on all fours, body weak and mind empty. You’re tired, you feel dirty, and you feel like you could pass out.

You basically limp to the kitchen with your glass in your hand, at any point knowing you could drop it. It’s just so heavy in your weak hand, and it fucking slips.

It slips onto the floor and shatters. You sigh, staring at the broken glass on the floor. No worries! Right? You’ll pick up a broom and clean it up later.

That’s a future you problem

Amongst all the other problems you have. You get another glass from the cabinet, filling up your cup and downing the water. It hurts so bad, like a shards going down your throat but the slight relief it gives, helps.

But you can’t stand for long, your bottom hitting the kitchen counter, hands grabbing the edges for support. You stumble into it, trying to move, but your eyes get blurry.

Your body is weaker, your vision is weak, eyes droopy and legs starting to give out.

It’s fine- you’re fine. Is what you tell yourself. You can’t let Nanami know about this. He’ll take care of you- then his ego will boost ten fold. He’ll probably get more clingy and desperate, protective. He won’t let you go for a second then after your no longer sick, he’ll think he has some control over you know. That you owe him. That’s what you think anyway. Not that he actually cares about you (oh he certainly does), but you’d like to keep it in your head that he’s being fake, that he’s a bad man. Because you know as soon as you realize his actions are purely out of love, that he loves you, perhaps you’ll actually start to gain empathy for him. Feel emotions.. you shouldn’t.

He was your favorite coworker, best friend. You grew up with him, or at least from high school. He’s taken care of you before, but now you just don’t trust it.

Your back, starts to slide down the kitchen counter, and you hazily sit against the kitchen cabinet. You look at the time.

“11:46 am”

Ok great, he won’t be back until 7 right? That’s how it normally is if he has some out of city mission.

But your eyes get droopy, your dizzy, your vision is blurred, mouth dry and oh-

Your head is heavy and falls over onto the floor. You’re on your side, shivering. It’s hot but your also shivering, you can’t tell if your freezing or if your heating up. Your mind starts to shut down and so does your body- the sweat that drools down your forhead, the body heat that illuminates your skin.

You lay unconscious on the kitchen floor.

Nanami’s excited.

He’s able to come home early today. Around 3pm? He was so glad. It turns out this out of city mission was actually a lot simpler then told- or maybe it was gojo beating them before he could even arrive. Turns out gojo finished them off quick so he could have a chance to eat out in another city with Nanami. Nanami rolls his eyes at the thought. Luckily he was able to escape after a while of entertaining Gojo Satoru for that long. He could come home early to his darling and he was excited.

Excited to spend the mid-day with you too. He opened the door excitedly, a sliver of a smile adoring his face as he opened the door, bakery sweets in hand (he had to buy some to cope with Satorus constant crude comments).

“Sweetheart! I’m home!”

He says cheerfully, but his smile drops just a tad when you don’t come to the door to greet him. He just shrugs anyway, going off to the room to find you and tell you about his insufferable day, but feed you sweets and tell you, you make it all better.

But as he passes the kitchen, he immediately stops, his head is thrown in your direction and he sees you. On the floor.

You’re on the floor. Why are you on the floor? Why’s there broken glass? Did you hurt yourself? Purposely? On accident? He runs over, his feet sliding over the glass, he winces but ignored it, dropping on his knees, looking at your sweaty cold body. He was confused at the glass, his aching feet, your cold but heated body passed out on the floor.

“D-dear? My love?” He whispered. His voice lingered with panic, major panic actually, he was terrified.

“Dear please!” He raised his voice for the first time ever, breaking one of his own rules he had for himself.

Your ears are ringing, but your eyes finally start top open and you look up at him.

“N-Nanami..” even though your angry at him, furious, you look up at him, and you know the fear in his eyes are genuine.

And you see your best friend.

Your high school best friend. The sweet man from high school. Patient, kind, caring, quiet, your lovely best friend. The one that you.. had more then just friendly feelings for. I mean how could you not? He was so sweet and perfect. Always spoiling you, taking care of you, making sure you ate and we’re always well kept. He made you laugh too, unintentionally most of the time but still hilariously. And oh was he handsome. He’s always been, and it always made you wonder why he never dated. Never say anyone or had something as simple as a crush. You always thought it was probably because he was too busy, the jujutsu sorcerer life isn’t easy, it’s time consuming and utterly dangerous, no fit for a relationship.

You look up at Nanami. He’s your best friend. A year rolls down your eye, dropping to the floor.

“Sweetheart? Don’t cry? My love, what happened?” His voice was shaking, he was scared.

You haven’t seen him like this before.

Hah, no that’s a lie. You have. And it was.. quite.. violent.

And right before you got kidnapped.

You get it now.

He did do this, kidnapped you and all, for your own safety. To make sure he’d always have you his palms, his hands, so that you’d never break.

But look at you. Even now. Even though your in the safety of his home, his surveillance, your still ill and wounded.

Your shaky breaths leave your mouth and your lidded eyes look up at him. He swallows hard. He considers taking you to the hospital- but no. They’d take you away from him. But he’d also rather have you completely safe and hurt free. If letting you’d go meant you’d be better, then so be it.

But his hands shook as he went to touch you. He didn’t want you to leave. Once he lets you go you’ll be gone forever.

His hand caressed your cheek, a tear bubbling in his eyes, and that’s when you know. When you know what’s in his mind, what he’s thinking.

“I-I’m fine..” Your voice incredibly shaky and desperate.

Just get away. You think. Leave me alone. Fuck. You want him gone, you want this asshole- the idiot who betrayed you- who kidnapped you who hurt you- you want him gone and off your back.

“You’re not fine. Your not! Sweetheart I- what happened?”

“C-could be uh-“ you cough, “food poisoning?” Perhaps, but you’re unsure. You’re both unsure.

He picks you up. His arms shaking and feet stinging from the small shards of glass that stick up his heels. He carries you to your room, placing you softly on the bed with a shaky exhale leaving his lips.

His face is pale and sweaty, he looks more sick then you.

“I’ll call you an ambulance okay?” Shaky tears leave his eyes. He holds your hand tightly, towering over your spread body.

“W-wha?”

He sighs, a sad smile on his lips.

“I-if that’s what I have to do.. to.. stop this.”

You think. You could get away, have that chance. But you also think it isn’t worth it.

Looking up at your best friend, the tears leaving his eyes, that soft smile he’s looked at you with before. Fuck. You know there’s something deeper to this, he didn’t do all of this on purpose. His obsession, obsession with protecting you and shadowing you and god just his constant paranoia and possessiveness until he kidnapped you- it had to be at a fault not from him right?

And looking up at the man you called your alley, your best friend, your crush. You had to save him. Maybe then, once you do, you two could be normal again? You could learn to forgive him, he’d let you go, and heal. And once he healed.. perhaps you two could be something more? More than a forced relationship.

Your hand tightens over his. Barely, but he feels it.

“S-stay.”

His eyes widened and he looks down at you. “Honey? What?”

“D-don’t wanna go Kay? Can take care of m’self.”

He grumbled at that. “Absolutely not. Your body is heated to hell and your shivering. You look terrible.”

You huff. “Rude.”

“Dear please let me take you to a hospital? Or to get checked out at least, please?” He’s so desperate, it’d be sweet if it wasn’t for the situation you were in, with a lovesick yandere. But you knew he wouldn’t let you go until someone could heal and take care of you. You sighed to yourself.

“Just go buy some medicine? Will be fine…” you mumbled.

“Do you have to be so thick headed? I know you’re in pain. At least let me take care of you.”

“Just leave me alone!”

Your scream threw him back, stepping back from you. “I…I understand.”

He left the room, his eyebrows bunched up and his mouth in a scowl. You felt disgusting, but hoped some nap could help. A nap that would wake you up from this horrid shit, perhaps this was all a dream.

Alas, you wake up. And it’s not a dream. And you feel even worse, actually. Your throat is completely closed, you can’t speak for fucks sake, your entire body is covered in a thick inch of sweat and you feel sticky. Your clothes are too tight and your hair feels wet, sticking onto your forehead. Your stomach is empty but still feels twisted, and god your body is so weak. So weak you can’t get up, so weak you don’t think you can even move your hand to grab the glass of water on your nightstand.

Everything hurts. You can’t avoid Nanami now, you need him.

“N-Nanam…” your realize your voice is basically gone to dust, you can’t speak and you can’t call out for him, and that’s when the panic starts to set in.

What if he left the house and won’t be back until late night? What if he doesn’t come check on you? What if he’s so upset for you avoiding him and pushing him away so he doesn’t help you?

But as your thinking all these thoughts, the door slowly starts to crack open, you see some blonde hair peeking out and an eye.

“Nan…nana..mi..” his eyes widens and he ran over to you.

“You need me?”

It’s like he was waiting out there for you to call him, right outside the door until you wake up and asked for him. You push that thought to the back of your head.

“Sweetheart- your burning up even worse then before. Please, please let me take care of you at least. I’m begging you, my love.”

You grumbled, looking up at him from your pillow. The soft expensive fucking sheets that nobody should be allowed to buy, clutched and balled up in your sweaty hands.

“F-fine.” You mumbled.

He smiled, but not one out of happiness but out of relief. “I’ll be the best care taker you’ve ever seen, my love. You’ll be better in no time.”

Gojo-

Satoru is possible the worst man you could be sick around. He gets fucking clingy and won’t leave you alone for a second. Treating you like some newborn baby who needs the utmost care at every waking moment.

That’s why, when you feel a oh so familiar cough rise in your throat, a chill in your spine and a just lovely heat illuminating from your forehead, you don’t tell him.

You pretend like it’s not even there. You think it’ll pass anyway. It’s probably some cold, some small bug that you’ll get over in a few days.

But it’s not that easy, especially when the medicine cabinet is locked and Satoru barely leaves you alone.

“What was that?”

“What was what?” Your try to play off the fast you just chocked on your own disgusting heavy cough, as if you weren’t just about to puke from how gross and vile that cough felt.

You cleared your throat and continued to watch the TV. Satoru put on some lame show and you decided you had nothing better to do, so you plopped down on the sofa to watch, too. Well, plopped down on the entire other side of the sofa.

It’s funny though, he thinks you don’t see the way he slowly scoots over closer to you every second. It’s pathetic, really. But if you didn’t hate him so much you’d actually find it kind of endearing.

“Hey, uhh. You have any pain killers? Or just.. medicine.”

He looks at you suspiciously. “Why?”

“Just.. have a headache. You know..”

He raises his eyebrow at you but nods. “Follow me..”

He leads you out of the living and to the kitchen. Where he unlocks a cabinet with a key that he pulled out of who knows where.

He grabs some pain killers for your so called “headache” and while he’s taking a pill out, you sneak behind him and try to grab some cold cough medicine.

And obviously, you get caught immediately because who wouldn’t.

“I knew it! You are sick!”

“No! I just uhh..”

“You just uhh.” he mocks you. “You’re sick- I can see it all over your face. Can’t fool me.” He snickers, grabbing the cold couch medicine, and you, by the arm, and drags you to the living room where he forces you to situate yourself on the sofa while he stands.

“How long have you been sick?”

You shrug.

He scoffs. “Fine. You know what? Your not getting these,” he waves around the cough medicine, “until I get a hug. A hug for every pill you want.” He huffs and strikes his chin upwards, acting all mad and pouty.

“What? Your kidding. Satoru this isn’t funny.”

“It’s really not.” He answers.

“Fine. I’ll cough all over you and get you sick too.”

He huffed and bonked your head a few times. “Hey! You want the cough medicine or not? Don’t you wanna get better?” He teased with a very annoying smile on his face.

But your desperate, and you can feel your throat start to clog and a cough starting to gear up, you know what you have to.

“-ugh fine!”

….

It’s a few hours later.

Satoru was fucking elated. Floating on cloud nine, while you, were stuck in his arms. He had been clinging onto for who knows how long. As soon as you gave in and gave him those hugs, he wouldn’t let go.

Yes, he gave you those pills, yes you feel relieved and less sick, but god was it really worth it? Worth your dignity and sanity?

“One more episode pleaseeeee.” He whined, knowing damn well that he could just force you to watch with him anyway, but it was as if he wanted that reassurance that you wanted to watch with him too.

Which you didn’t.

“No satoru. I’m sleepy, okay? I’m tired.”

He mumbled something incoherent and grumbled, but then a smile appeared on his face.

“Oh no problem! Let’s just go to bed then!”

You didn’t realize what he meant until he grabbed you off the couch, carrying you off into your room giddily and jumped into bed with you.

He cuddled up to your side and sniffed into your neck, inhaling your scent and almost rubbing himself into your nape.

“S-satoru move..”

He chuckled and just squeezed closer to you. “But you’re sick sweetie.” He said with a faux pout, the kind where you know he was taunting you. “I need to be with you at all times to check your temperature and make sure my girl doesn’t get worse~”

Geto-

Suguru geto is a weird man.

He goes off everyday to his cult, his huge estate that wraps around his cult.

You don’t know it all started, what lead him to kill the leader and take over. No, you do know. You just wish you knew why. You wish you could’ve stopped him before his corruption. But alas, here you are.

But this time, Suguru is upset with you. Before he left to “work”, you had called him names and yelled at him. Told him to get away from you and that you hate him. You don’t know why you suddenly blew up, you’ve been eerily calm these past few days, but your upset. He’s been forcing himself on you, not sexually, but he’s been trapping you two together.

Following you everywhere you went, acting all calm when you got upset as if he wasn’t the problem. At one point he tried to get into the bathroom while you were showering, yes that was the last straw.

In your robe you yelled at him and called him out, and at one point it got out of hand, you started saying things that didn’t even have to do with why you were mad.

He left upset, he didn’t say anything. Just silent as he listened to your screams then left silent, too. And that was the scariest of them all.

But the truth is, you weren’t really upset about the fact he was trying to barge in when you were showering. Sure that would’ve been annoying and outright perverted, but you were mad for a different reason.

The way he almost found out that you were in fact, not showering.

But instead, using the showers loud water noise to cover up the fact that we’re puking.

When you saw the door handle start to turn as you coughed into the toilet, you quickly threw on a robe over your pajamas and wiped your mouth with the back of your hand.

You were angry because he almost caught you. The truth is, you’ve been sick for a while now. You know it’s some stomach bug, you get every now and then but you don’t want Suguru to know.

Because once he knows, it’ll just be another reason to control you. To coddle you and guilt you into staying with him.

But honestly the look on his face before he left- god did it make you feel guilty. You almost bit your inner cheek off seeing that. After all you still had.. unsolved feelings. He’s your best friend for fucks sake- no. He used to be your best friend. Before his corruption.

But you can’t help to think that perhaps- the Suguru you know is still there somewhere. He had to be right? That’s why he still loves and cares for you like he used to. Just now, it’s unwanted and forceful.

He comes home late tonight. You know why but you don’t say anything, you don’t comment on it. You’ve been reading, laying on your bed. Normally suguru comes in, lays on the bed and acts like he’s your husband who came home. Telling to you about his day, and asking about yours, as if he didn’t know.

But today, he doesn’t.

And you’re confused, but you don’t comment on it. And you don’t go to find him either because honestly you could care less.

But the thought lingers in the back of your mind, that uneasy feeling in your chest, heavy. You try to ignore it and read your book. But you can’t, your distracted and you can’t focus .

You decide you need some water, you get up and put your book on your nightstand. But as you walk to the door, about to pull the handle, Suguru comes storming in.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?” He said angrily, basically threw the door open almost hitting you on the way, grabbing you by your mid arms.

Your confused. He doesn’t have cameras in the bathroom how could he know- oh.

You remember your slip up. The slip up you forgot.

When going to the kitchen to grab a glass of water after puking your guts out in the bathroom, desperately wanting to get that disgusting taste out your mouth and throat.

But then as you made your way to the kitchen for some water, you choke and feel yourself gagging. You throw up into the kitchen sink, coughing your guts out.

You thought that the cameras weren’t in the kitchen- and if so you forgot anyway. To focused on trying not to sob as that disgusting mass left your throat and emptied out your stomach.

“I don’t know what your talking bout Suguru..” you mumbled, trying to act stupid.

Obviously that doesn’t fly with Suguru and he just holds your arms tighter. “I saw you, don’t lie to me. Why didn’t you just tell me?” His voice was angry until it broke at his last words.

“Do you just not trust me anymore?” And god the desperation and sadness in his eyes actually hurt you for a second, the guilt in you starting to bubble up. But you push that aside and shrug your shoulders at him.

He grinds his teeth and pulls you into him. “I’ll earn back your trust, my dear. Or I’ll force it into you.”

Your eyes widen at the last part and you look up at him. He has to be joking, right?

“Excuse me?”

“Your going to bed rest for the rest of the week. I’ll be home the entire time.”

And you realize all your private time away from him has been taken away for the entire damn week, locked in a room, a bedroom, in bed, with Suguru. Fuck. But still, you did feel a twinge of guilt, so even though you heavily didn’t want to stay locked in a room with him, you unhappily agreed, but agreed either way.

Suguru just smiles at you. He doesn’t mean to be harsh, he cares. And he’s smart enough to know what your allergic to and what gets your stomach upset.

It’s just so weird how a curse managed to make it into y’all’s home, undetected by the both of you, and somehow infected you unknowingly.

Oh well.

What you don’t know can’t hurt you right?

Toji-

He’s overprotective and you know that.

That’s why, before you even know your sick, he’s all over you and checking you. He things it’s subtle (spoiler; it’s not) and he coddles you to death.

“I’m gonna take a day off today.” He’s doing it because of you and not one of his stupid excuses. And he says it, while his one arm is around your neck, the other around your belly, trapping to against his chest, your back to him, in bed.

“C-could you let go? I’m over heating..”

He groans and cuddles into you closer. “Few mo’ minutes, doll.” He mumbled into the back of your neck.

“I’m not sick I told you! Get off!”

Except it’s like your extreme refusal that your sick, the refusing his help and refusing him, just ends up in you sick.

You lay on the bed in front of him, while he pulled a chair up to you and spoon fed you soup. You can tell he enjoys it, a sly tug at his lips saying ‘I told you so’, he doesn’t have to say it out loud you just know.

You whine and tell him to go away, you don’t need him to baby you or stay home from work. That you’re perfectly fine taking care of yourself.

“Yeah? You refused me tryna’ help you and ya think you can take care of yourself fine?” He says, basically angry.

You huff and let him push a spoonful of hot soup into your mouth. “

“Why don’t ya just shut your mouth and let me take care of you. So damn bratty.”

You sigh and clutch at your blanket. You have nothing better to do then surrender to his touch because you feel so damn weak.

He slightly smiled at you, seeing you finally quiet down and let him feed you without a fight.

What a smart girl. He thinks.

It’s like you know the antidote is in the soup.

….

So that was crazy guys. Anyways! Should I add choso and Sukuna? I love them sm 😋 (tbh kinda scared to write Sukuna cuz he’s insane)

[moonstruckme]

Hi!! I just recently discovered your blog and I’m in love with your Spencer fic’s. :)) Could you perchance write one where reader is sick and Spencer takes care of her??

Hi lovely, thanks for requesting <3

Spencer Reid x fem!reader ♡ 792 words

“I’m fine,” you croak. 

“You’re not fine,” says Spencer, stirring honey into your tea. “You let this go too long without resting, and now it’s bad.” 

You inhale, looking like you’re going to disagree, but a coughing fit supersedes you. The force of it bends you over, and Spencer rubs your back, wincing. You sound like you’re hacking up a lung.

“Okay,” you say once you can, still coughing weakly. “You’re right, I’m dying.” 

“You’re not dying either.” A smile tugs at his lips. “You just need to rest. Is anything bothering you, other than your throat?” 

You shake your head. 

Spencer eyes you skeptically, passing over your tea. You’re infamous for this sort of downplaying. You’d been so good at covering up that you were feeling sick that even your FBI profiler boyfriend hadn’t been able to spot it until a couple of days ago, and even then you’d managed to convince him it was mild enough to go to work until he’d heard you coughing in the shower this morning. Spencer still isn’t sure if, when he’d come home today to find you flushed and miserable in the bed, you’d gotten worse or only stopped hiding it. 

 “Really, nothing?” he asks. “You don’t have any other symptoms?” 

You shrug. “Just other normal sick stuff.” 

“Tell me about them. How do you feel?” 

You frown, blowing on your tea. “Hot and dry. I feel like my entire body needs chapstick. And I’m tired, I guess.” 

Spencer frowns. He brushes a piece of hair behind your ear, letting his fingers stoke down your overwarm cheek. “You look terrible,” he says. 

You snort. Your cough latches onto it as an opportunity, and you launch into another fit. “Ow,” you wheeze, putting a hand to your chest. “Thanks, you’re really—really wooing me, Spence.” 

“No, I’m sorry,” he laughs, somewhat nervously. “I just meant that you look so sad, honey. I don’t like seeing you so sick.” 

“Me neither,” you admit. You take a scratchy breath in, deep as you can without it catching. You look like you’re savoring it. 

He feels his eyebrows draw together compassionately. “You should try to sleep.” 

“It’s barely six. I don’t want to sleep.” 

“You don't have to wait until it’s late to go to sleep. It might make you feel better.” 

“I know, I just…I don’t want to.” 

Spencer looks at you for a while, thinking of what to do with you. Your tea is still too hot to drink. He’d bought you cough drops on his way home, but you’d already had so many throughout the day that now you say they’re making your mouth feel sore and raw, and you don’t want to take them if you can help it. Maybe he could have you gargle saltwater…

“You should stay at your place tonight,” you tell him gently. “I don’t want to get you sick.” 

He knew you would say that. He’s practically moved into your apartment, though he keeps his basically as a storage unit at this point. Whereas Spencer has filled his apartment with enough things for one person (one towel hook in the bathroom, one nightstand, only one really good pillow on the bed), your apartment looks like you’ve always assumed you’d eventually share it. The first time Spencer came over, you already had fuzzy socks for guests, enough towels for an army, and two really, really great pillows on the bed. It made him realize that his apartment was really just a place to sleep; yours was a home. He never wants to leave, but certainly not while you’re like this.

“I won’t get sick,” he lies. (He definitely will. He’s already been exposed to you for days already and his immune system has never had his back.) “And anyway, how will I teach you chess from my apartment?” 

You groan. 

“This is really the best time,” Spencer says, going into the living room to grab the chess board you’d let him keep here. “You’ll never have more free time than when you’re sick. And this way, you won’t get bored.” 

“Sure about that?” you ask wryly as he comes back in, but you’re smiling. 

“Unless you want to try to sleep?” 

You look like you’re actually considering it. “When I was little and I got sick, I used to play mad libs.” 

Spencer feels his face screw up. “I don’t really like that game. They never make any sense at the end.” 

“That’s the point,” you laugh. A weak cough follows it. “Anyway, I’m sick. I promise I’ll let you teach me to play chess soon.” 

“You’re sick,” he allows, setting the chess board on the floor. Not that you don’t get what you want the rest of the time anyway.

[imwritinghere]

hiii i saw you’re taking a requests! could you pleeease write cuddling/ dating headcanons with calcharo, jiyan, and yinlin? pls and thank you. 💜💜

A/N: Hiii! Thank you for requesting, hope this is what you were looking for. I admit it took so long since I hadn’t done Yinlin's companion story and honestly, I still feel like I don’t understand her. So, I thought it was best to not attempt her yet. (●'◡'●) Happy reading!

WC: 1,148

Triggers warning: None

Dating Calcharo:

Would have to get used to not seeing him sometimes, days to weeks even. This man works and probably pays little attention to calling back home when he's out in the field. Might have made you sad in the beginning but his mind is on his team!

However, that’s not to say he doesn’t feel bad for basically ghosting you in the long periods of time he is away.

Maybe he brings you back small things, small enough that fit in his pockets.

Though you may feel a little doubt sometimes with the little contact, when he comes back it's off just where you two left it.

PDA was not a thing between the two of you as Calcharo feared it would set a target on your back as well as it just not being something Calcharo himself was comfortable with.

It’s made up when it’s just the two of you alone at home.

Cuddling with Calcharo:

However, when the two of you are home, closer and secluded, things are a tad different.

He really likes to hold your hand when you’re lounging around or cuddling or really any time. Brushing his thumb over your knuckles. It’s truly a comfort to him!

Often you two were embraced with a blanket draped around your shoulders. Though, his warmth alone was greater to you.

Some nights it was just silence between you two. Listening to the sounds of breathing and heartbeats when you laid your head on his chest.

Calcharo did not want to bring home what he left on the battlefield so listening to you talk about your day or whatever till you fell asleep in his arms are the best nights to him.

Dating Jiyan:

If you’re prone to getting sick easily, rather a cough or sore throat, Jiyan's going to have you covered so fast you won’t be able to blink before his done and holding the medicine before you.

Like Calcharo, in a way, you can expect Jiyan to be gone for days and weeks at a time. He is a General after all. But you can except recordings or a letter every once in a while, from him. Though his mind is also on the battlefield, so they are kept short and sweet.

Going on dinner dates with Jiyan and his mother. You might feel as though you’re intruding between a mother who doesn’t get to see her son often, but it’s quickly expressed from Jiyan that you are his rock during those meetings.

Jiyan usually falling asleep against you when you're home listening to a program of reading.

The two of you often cook together even though you insist that you could do it alone and that he should just rest but he always tells you that he, ‘Doesn’t mind.’ It’s really just to spend more time close to you.

Jiyan is a very present man when his home. He finds something to do nearly every day he is home to the point you have to threaten to beat him with the duster.

Cuddling with Jiyan:

It’s sometimes a wrestle between you two of who gets to be the big spoon. Jiyan wins most of the time, but you get your big spoon moments.

When the two of you are in bed, Jiyan is already pulling you against him, wrapping his arms tightly around you. Almost like a child snuggling their teddy bear.

He likes to have you held close as possible as if to say he doesn’t want to let go.

Most men might complain about hair getting in their face, but Jiyan could put them all to shame as he just digs his nose closer to your scent.

Even when you get your big spoon moments, his arms are around your waist just as tightly. Jiyan may not admit it but resting against your chest and listening to the rhyme of your body puts him in the best of sleep.

[imtrashraccoon]

I'm sure you all expected what this chapter would be about and I had no doubt in my mind what it would be when I first saw the prompt list. It definitely turned out better than I thought it would and I am very proud of it.

@owl-bones

First Day, Previous Day, & Next Day.

Bad Sansuary: Horror - Good Soup

Word Count: 2,457

You woke up with a sore throat and your muscles feeling incredibly achy. No sooner had you tried to get ready for work did you dissolve into a coughing fit that only made you feel even worse. So while you were hesitant to do so as you did need the money, you had to call in sick.

You'd gone straight back to bed after that, although you at least managed to snag a box of tissues before doing so. That's where you stayed for several hours, although you were unable to actually fall asleep for long as you kept sneezing and coughing.

You were stirred from slumber by a steady knocking on your front door. With a groan, you hauled yourself out of bed, dragging a blanket with as you trudged towards the door. Truthfully, you weren't even thinking clearly and just wanted to tell whoever was bothering you to go away so you could go back to bed.

Your mysterious visitor turned out to be not so mysterious afterall. You swung open your door, probably looking like you just got run over by a truck, to find a mildly concerned Axe. For a moment, you just stood there trying to figure out why he was outside your apartment, before it clicked that today was the day he usually visited.

Before you could even get out a single word of explanation, he'd scooped you up and marched into your home. You tried to protest and squirm out of his grip, but all your attempts were futile and he continued to hold onto your body tightly. He then placed you on the couch with a shocking amount of delicacy, like you'd break if he didn't.

"you're sick."

You narrowed your eyes and scrunched up your nose at the obvious statement. "No kidding...I feel sick." Your hoarse voice sounded a lot harsher than you had intended it to but you just felt so awful right now.

His bonebrows furrowed and he hesitantly reached out to touch your forehead. His phalanges felt warm for once and you suddenly became aware of how much you were shivering all of the sudden.

Crap... I must have a fever too...

Axe shook his skull and sighed. "i know basically nothin' about human sicknesses..." he muttered. "is there anythin' i can do to help make ya feel better at least?" When he withdrew his hand, you let out a quiet whine and tried to follow, although you couldn't without getting up again.

"I dunno... I'm not really hungry, just tired... Even if I was, I don't think I could eat much of anything with how much my throat is killing me..."

"have ya eaten anythin' yet today? or even drank anythin' for that matter?" he asked.

You slowly shook your head and looked down at your bare feet. Even though he wasn't saying anything, you could feel the disappointment radiating off of him and you felt more than a little ashamed. Rather than scold you for not taking care of yourself properly though, he lightly flicked your nose, catching you by complete surprise and you recoiled in shock.

Then just like that he was back to a more positive mood. "good thing i found ya then. don't worry, lil' chip, i'll take care of ya," he said with a smile.

You started to respond but was interrupted by a sneeze that left you rifling for a tissue for your nose. By the time, you'd retrieved one from the nearly empty box you'd almost forgotten was by the tv, Axe had left and then returned to the living room without you noticing.

He'd retrieved most of the blankets you owned, save for the ones currently occupying your bed, as well as all but one of your extra pillows. He proceeded to arrange them underneath and around your body until you felt like you were laying on a cloud. Then, he set about layering the blankets over you and tucking them in as well, so that you were soon sufficiently insulated.

"give me a minute and i'll make ya a tea for your throat, okay?"

You nodded and he left without any more words. While you were still cold, the blankets and pillows were helping to warm you up quite a bit and a hot tea would also do wonders to chase away the chill.

It didn't take Axe long to bring back a hot mug of the strongest herbal tea you owned. Previously dubbed by you "The Sick Tea", it smelled and tasted of black liquorice, as well as a bunch of other herbs, which you absolutely despised but it was proven to be effective at getting rid of sore throats. So you only ever drank it when you were doing really bad, like today.

"ya don't have a lot to work with in the fridge," he commented while handing you the tea.

You waved your hand flippantly and at the same time took a sip from the still scalding hot mug. You immediately regretted doing so, but your throat already hurt so what was one more thing.

"It's fine, I get paid at the end of the week anyways. I'll go grocery shopping then besides, you really don't have to make me food, you know?"

He gave you an uncertain look but didn't protest. Although, you got the sense that he wasn't happy with the idea of you possibly going without, especially in your current condition, just to save money.

He exhaled through his nasal cavity and looked back in the direction of the kitchen. "fine, but i'm at least goin' to make ya somethin' that'll help ya get better." He turned back to you and narrowed his eye sockets in a way that made it clear that he wasn't going to take no for an answer.

You didn't have the energy to argue and besides, he had made great food previously and it had healed your finger. Maybe it could heal what you suspected was a bad cold too? There was only one way to find out.

"Mkay, just nothing with dairy as it's not good for sore throats," you said.

Axe chuckled and gently moved some strands of hair out of your face. "no worries, lil' chip. just rest for a while, okay?" He gave your head a small but still affectionate pat and winked.

"Well, I was planning on running a marathon later but if you insist..." you responded with a smirk. Being sick definitely made you sassier than usual it seemed.

He gave you a mildly amused smile and went to return to the kitchen. "i insist that ya get proper rest, just leave everythin' to me, okay?" he called over his shoulder.

You were so tired that you just barely managed to finish the tea before falling asleep again. Thankfully, you'd had enough mental clarity before you did so to put the mug on the coffee table so it wouldn't break.

You woke up a few hours later to the amazing smell of chicken soup, apparently Axe had kept his word afterall. You'd basically had no appetite all day but now, you kinda wanted to try even a little bit of his food just to see how good it was.

Luckily for you, Axe soon poked his skull into the living room to check on you. He smiled warmly when he saw you were awake and momentarily disappeared before returning with a larger mug this time.

"how are ya feelin'?" he asked.

You shrugged and struggled to sit up under the weight of the blankets. "Still pretty bad if I'm being honest..." you muttered.

"i figured..." He set the mug down on the coffee table and helped you get into a more comfortable position before sitting next to you. "i made ya some good soup though if ya want to try it."

You chuckled and lightly bumped your head against his shoulder. "Forgive me for this, but I'm dying to try it..." you said dryly.

He chuckled as well and wrapped his arm around your shoulders. He also handed you the mug of soup so you wouldn't have to move to get it for yourself. "nah, it's fine, i ain't offended."

You took a small sip at first, just to check if the soup was too hot or not, but it was in fact the perfect temperature to both consume and ease your still sore throat. It was easily the best chicken soup you'd ever had and yet it was simple. The chicken and vegetables had been deliberately cut into small pieces to make it easy to chew and swallow. The noodles were the perfect texture, not too mushy, and the broth was slightly thicker than most soups were too. It tasted like he'd laboured over it for hours, even though you knew he'd likely whipped it up rather quickly.

You couldn't help but let out a hum of contentment as your eyes fluttered shut. This was just what you needed right now after eating nothing all day.

Axe stayed close to you while you continued to slowly sip at the soup, gently rubbing circles into your shoulder with his knuckles. He said nothing but just continued holding you close and providing what comfort he could in this moment.

When you'd finally finished consuming the last of the amazing soup, he took the mug from your grasp and set it next to the other on the coffee table. He then wrapped you up into another bear hug and slowly rocked you back and forth.

"I've never just drank soup like that before... It was fun actually, thank you, Axe..." you murmured softly.

"i'm glad," he hummed. After a moment of silence, he asked, "do ya have any medicine ya need to take?"

"Maybe? I don't keep much on hand besides pain killers and stuff for cuts. There might be some cold medicine in the cabinet in the bathroom though."

With a frown, you turned your head to look up at him. "Aren't you worried about me getting you sick? I mean, I'm grateful you've done all of this for me, but I'd feel awful if you got a cold too."

Axe shrugged and stroked your cheek with the back of his knuckles in an affectionate way. "nah, don't worry, lil' chip... i can't catch human sicknesses anyways. you just focus on gettin' better soon, okay?"

You didn't know if you fully believed him but you also really didn't know much of anything about monster biology. So, you decided to just go along with what he'd said for the time being.

It was impressive how well Axe seemed to be handling this situation, considering how upset he'd become when he found out you'd accidentally cut yourself. Not only had he remained calm, he'd also gone out of his way to help you. You'd never had anyone show you this much concern before now either, at least not anyone you considered a friend.

He stayed with you for a while, far longer than his usual visits lasted in fact. For most of that time, you two watched whatever garbage happened to be on the tv. He seemed especially interested in cooking competitions and so you ended up watching a lot of that. He had a lot of experience cooking and often pointed out the small mistakes the contestants made before the show even did. It was pretty fun and you felt like you'd learned a lot, although with how out of it you felt, you weren't sure if you'd remember any of it.

It was almost pitch black outside before either of you realized what time it was. Axe quickly checked his phone and you noticed his bonebrows furrow slightly in concern when he saw the time.

"Do you need to be somewhere?" you asked.

He nodded slowly, "yeah... i don't want my colleagues or boss to start wonderin' where i am." He glanced at you and smiled before adding, "i'll come back tomorrow to check on ya, it's a promise..."

You felt your heart swell with joy. He didn't need to be so kind and you found yourself once again wondering if friends normally go out of their way to do this sort of thing for each other. It seemed like a thing people who were really close would do or treat each other. You didn't know, but the facts were that he seemed to really care about you and was willing to go out of his way to make sure you were alright.

When he went to stand up, you grabbed his arm and gave him a quick hug. "Thank you Axe...for everything..." you murmured against his hoodie.

He chuckled and hugged you back. Before standing up again, he gave you another pat on the head and a warm smile. "you're welcome... get better soon, lil' chip."

He then disappeared before your eyes, leaving you wondering if you'd dreamed up everything in a delirious state. But no, you could still smell the delicious scent of the chicken soup he'd made for you wafting through your apartment and there was still an indent in the sofa cushions from where he'd been sitting moments before.

You eventually dragged yourself out of the pillow nest to bring your mugs into the kitchen. You'd wash them whenever you were feeling better, but for now, you just wanted to go back to your actual bed.

To your surprise, the kitchen was spotless, and if it weren't for the dishes that had been left in the rack to air dry, you wouldn't have known Axe had even done any cooking. It was possible the whole room was even cleaner than you'd previously left it too.

You couldn't help but wonder if there was any leftovers from the soup he'd made. Upon checking your fridge, you discovered that, yes, there was a large pot of the soup in the bottom, that definitely wasn't yours. However, the rest of the appliance had been stuffed with several other tupperware containers of various ready to eat meals, all of which were labeled and seemed to be food that would help you get better quickly. There were some other groceries as well in case you wanted to prepare something for yourself, but you estimated there was enough food here to last you a week without doing so.

You stared at the fridge in shock and disbelief at what you could clearly see with your own eyes. You even opened and closed the door a few times to double check. Despite how crappy you felt, your mind felt surprisingly clear in this moment.

You knew he saw you as more than just a friend now.

So what was he to you?

[daemonmatthias]

Heads up about the current (December 2023) COVID strain: people are not testing positive until much later into their illness with this one!

We have a TON of teachers out right now, and the teacher next door to me tested positive Tuesday night. She said she felt ok, just bad chest congestion. I started to feel something similar Wednesday night, so I tested at home and it was negative.

Thursday I woke up with a pretty bad cough and chest congestion, but it responded very well to cough meds (and the previous 2 times I had Covid cough meds did basically nothing). I was basically fine all day, barely even coughing.

Friday (yesterday), though, the cough meds were definitely not working as well. No fever, no headache, no fatigue- not even really a sore throat! Just strait up chest congestion and a deep wracking cough that started up out of nowhere Wednesday night. It was also cold and rainy all day so… weather change? Bronchitis? I didn’t know; I’ve never had symptoms like this before. I tested again- still negative.

I didn’t sleep well last night because of the coughing, but it seemed to start responding well to the meds again. We decided to play it safe and run by the urgent care today to see if they knew what this was/could give me anything/etc. They tested me again at the urgent care and it still says negative.

Here’s what the Nurse Practitioner who treated me said:

She believes I have Covid even though the tests are negative (“I’d put money on it.”)

My symptoms closely match this new strain (chest congestion/cough with basically no other symptoms)

They are seeing a HUGE increase in cases right now.

People are frequently with this strain not testing positive until several days into their illness, sometimes not even until after their 5 day isolation period would have ended anyway. (I’m already half way through day 3 of symptoms and still haven’t tested positive.)

Anyway, the news isn’t reporting on Covid stuff anymore and people deserve to make informed decisions about their health/holiday travel, so I figured I’d toss out there my experiences and info. Stay safe, y’all 💜

[dragon-queen21]

GUESS WHO

(before i start, metal family is originally a russian cartoon on youtube that was dubbed in english. its about in not my words “the most unhealthy healthy family ever” like the name suggests, music is a huge part of it. in later episodes there are a few trigger warnings that apply but the shows pretty good! and honestly has a lot of agere potential but)

(also i wanna drop, i was thinkin about this earlier but i like to think that nezuko is perma-regressed or close to it. she almost constantly acts younger than she is, and honestly i think it could be a way to cope with her bein a demon, and maybe it could suppress demon urges with baby urges. (like being comforted, sleepin, lookin up to someone) anyway now im thinkin of tanjiro just carryin her around like a baby when shes in her little form)

-no because your so right, i was thinkin about the zeff one and let me raise up your raise up:

zeff raised sanji, and this poor boy has a crazy amount of trauma, at the time of meeting zeff was pretty fresh too. now zeff watchin this boy grow up in his teen years, only to realize that “hey, somethings off sometimes” that zeff recongized arent sanjis regular trauma responses that zeff knows, zeff paying more attention and whys the kid not talkin durin food prep? sanji has a big mouth how hasnt zeff noticed that before? or how sanji would sometimes stand a little closer to zeff than normal, or when the customers ask sanji a question some days, he’ll look and find zeff before answering. or how his eyes would full up with tears before bein forced away like the kid refused to cry. and oh, this reminds him of the eggplant right when they started the baratie, just a bit more sensitive if the tears & fist clenchin has anythin to say about it. (later he opens one of the psychology books he got a little after he adopted sanji, and finds “age regression” and it all clicks.)

i feel like zeff wouldnt treat sanji different when hes obviously feelin little (aside from basic care just to make sure sanji doesnt hurt himself) he wouldnt treat him like a burden or annoyingly like a baby. i feel like that would make sanji feel terrible about himself, so just the normalcy even when hes little encourages him that its okay, hes still helping its okay, no one cares that your biting your nails after zeff just told you not too. zeff wouldnt tell sanji he knows that he age regresses, and sanji doesnt tell zeff hes little. (but sometimes maybe zeff, on days the baratie isnt as busy and they can afford to work slower, zeff likes to subtly do things to make the eggplant regress farther. just enough to where he can still work and not be extremely overwhelmed, while still helpin sanji cope) (it goes well, the other chefs never catch on to this, thank irene am i right)

-sanjis definitly the kinda kid to regress if he ever gets sick. hes not used to bein sick as it is, and i feel like due to this that when he does get sick, he gets *SICK* like bedridden type shit. he totally makes someone take care of him, “oh chopper you wanna do somethin else? too bad! hes sick and hes makin it everyones problem.” “oh nami you wanted to come check up on his while chopper managed to slip away, oh well you just sealed your fate, that boy is clingin to you like big sanji has never done before.”

the baby is cryin because he wont stop coughin and its givin him a headache, only to cry harder when chopper tries to give him cough medicine. hes screamin cryin because he feels icky, but hes also cryin because now he has a sore throat.

-ive seen some people say that sanji probably wouldnt throw many fits or have many tantrums, and i agree with that, but oh my irene let that kid have a tantrum, let him whine and cry and make the crew scramble to fix the problem, as a treat🫶 let him cause baby mayhem, let him create disarray, hes never done a bad thing in his life, lets get that number to one shall we?

(-zoro givin lil sanji a sip of his booze because sanji wont stop askin,

sanji takes one sip, and then promptly spits it out, zoro just laughin his lungs out.)

OKAY THATS IT, this was gonna be about lil zoro too but. sanji took it over, wow im never on track with these, f plannin lets see what happens, also wanted to ask, where are you jn one piece rn? i wanna make sure i dont spoil ☹️ (im in post timeskip — punk hazard) i try to leave these asks/rambles ambiguous to the time period because i know you only take pre time skip, but sometimes i think i make it a bit more specific so sorry just in case)

and i hope your doing well too, make sure to take breaks and everythin for yourself, mental health comes first, and thank you for the prayers 🤍 right back at ya

📷

:D heyoh friend!

~See you get it! I always thought that with Nezuko. Especially felt this after the red light district when Tanjiro’s singing is what stops her from loosing control.

~Things are a lot easier to process as a toddler simply looking up to Tanjiro to take care of her.

~But also baby space Nezuko, being swaddled by Tanjiro. Confusing everyone at first because- why does Tanjiro have a baby???

~Maybe she was regressed when the attack happened and that’s what lets her change her height/age as a demon. <-random idea anyways

Okay One Piece now

~~~

~I started a long time ago a fic with Zeff figuring out that Sanji regresses. It ended up being kind of dark with other unhealthy coping mechanisms included. Anyways sharing because I have always loved the idea of Zeff just, getting the chance to look after his little eggplant again.

~Idea: Zeff calling Sanji baby eggplant when he knows the boy is regressed without realizing, and Sanji just panics for a moment because- ‘oh hell Zeff hasn’t called me that in years. He knows! No he doesn’t. Yes he does!’

~“oh chopper you wanna do somethin else? too bad! hes sick and hes makin it everyones problem.”

<-

Jdjodbsjbdj oh my gosh XD Luffy too. They would both be so dramatic. Imaging them both being sick and regressed together. The mopiest and clingiest babies ever.

And poor Nami. Can’t even properly pry off Sanji without feeling bad. She has to just resign to her fate of getting sick from the baby.

~No I agree. Let him be fussy and inconsolable. As a treat :3 ( <- coming from the regressor who would also like to throw a tantrum sometimes but can’t) Too many big emotions that are too hard to process.

~Also Franky teaching him how to throw a “proper” tantrum. And Robin using her devil powers to catch flying books and objects thrown across the room, to make sure nothing breaks so that Sanji doesn’t feel bad after, but not exactly stopping the little. Just letting it run its course. Scribbling over the page of a coloring books and snapped crayons and ripped pages.

(<- Has too many ideas, can you tell?)

XD honestly I do the same thing. My brain is all over the place always.

Story time to answer your question! I watch one piece with my mom, as it’s her favorite anime. Currently I am at water seven although I’ve seen enough spoilers that I belive I can write most of the main crew with reason. Not the first time I’ve written fandom blind/ character blind and no ones called me out on it yet >:3 (I have about 15 or so fics on ao3 for a fandom I never watched a single episode for)

Usually watch an episode or two a day but the hyperfixation of this series called the Andy Griffith show has taken over One Piece right now so I will be on water seven for awhile longer. But feel free to mention any characters really, I’ll still do my best to comment on them :D

[snormynight]

@sitruksista put out a call a minute back for an izzy pneumonia fic and seeing as I have field experience in the subject, I gave it a shot🫡 It’s ~2k of a Modern AU where they live together, featuring TLC given by Stede and brat roommate Ed. Not snez.

Nowadays if Izzy wants a moment alone with Ed, he has to basically be dying. At least it sure felt like he was.

He went to sleep the night before in the study with a chill and a headache that bloomed into a persistent pounding in his head and full body wracks. He can barely lift his head this morning; he feels like he’s drowning. He hears Stede leave early, so he’s successfully avoided him, but he knows he will eventually run into Ed.

When Ed confronts him, he’s already prepped with what he will say.

“Fuck you i’m not going to the fucking doctor. This’ll blow over in a few days.”

Ed pretty much expects this. He and Stede had been up for a while hearing him hack up his lungs. He slides up to him, bringing his hand up to feel Izzy’s face. The skin there is tacky and hot, and he drags his hand down the side. Izzy dares to pull away but Ed steers his chin right back to face him. He has to suppress a sudden onslaught of coughs, his body convulsing with the effort.

“Look I don't like them either,” Ed says, leaning back to try and protect himself. “Doctors are dicks. Huge ones sometimes. But they're gonna make you better. I'm basically useless; Stede’ll have my head if he comes home to find I did nothing for you.”

Izzy’s lips tug down in a nauseous frown. “How kind of you, Edward, really. My heart is fucking melting.” He tries to lay his hands over his chest in mock affection, but the force of it sends a barrel of coughs out of him. He sits up to lean forward and is a little hurt to not find Ed's presence at his back. He’s already up, getting ready for work.

He's more hurt though at the prospect of Ed getting help for him only because he didn't want to upset Stede. It feels like lately it’s been all about him. Ed will barely lift a finger to make him smile.

“My shift starts soon,” Ed says, pulling him out of his thoughts. “Call me if you need anything. Stede will be home in a few hours. I'll have him bring you some soup.”

When Ed leaves, the room feels darker than before. Izzy just sits there for a moment, noting just how sore his throat feels and his chest aches. He pulls out his laptop, hoping to squeeze a few hours of work in, and to hopefully get Ed off of his mind. But every time his fingers slow so he can hack out a few germs, his thoughts just go back to him. It's his personal jail cell until he decides to break the chain and cut himself off. It's the evening when he shuts his laptop down, and he can no longer deny the warmth that he seeks. Izzy pushes himself up into a standing position and stumbles towards the stairs, noting how his leg has locked up now from non use. The skin is sore there like it gets and he knows it’ll bother him all night if he doesn’t get it sorted out right now. He reaches for the railing, gives a big grunt and hauls himself up the first step.

Izzy has made it to the top, gasping for breath when the front door lock clicks. He freezes, leg and lungs on fire when the door opens and Stede steps into the foyer.

“Izzy? Where are you off to?”

Izzy grips the railing, biting back a cough. “What's it to you, Bonnet?” His witty retort costs him a breath and he chokes on the air, hacking profusely. These ones are a little juicier and he fumbles in his pocket for a tissue to spit into. Stede comes bounding up the stairs, and there it is, the pressure on his back that he was looking for earlier.

“Whew, Ed mentioned you were pretty bad off. I couldn't possibly imagine this.” Izzy straightens up, a wavery breath ghosting around his raw throat. He feels lightheaded, and he has to sniffle back some of the phlegm.

“I'm fine.”

Stede gives him a sideways look. “You most certainly are not. I'm calling the doctor first thing in the morning. Maybe we can get you a walk-in. Ed’ll take you.”

Izzy pulls away in indignation. “Ed wouldn't take me ballroom dancing if you asked him to.”

He wants to curl up in his room and rot, but after the feat that was the stairs, he settles for the couch. He brings his knees up to his chest, desperately trying to warm up his core while he shivers violently. Like an ever present rash, Stede appears at his side once more.

“What makes you say that?”

Izzy heaves a bitter sigh, his breath crackling on its way out.

“You're such great pals now, huh? You…you talk and make jokes and you just-you just play games all day don't you?”

Stede just looks kind of confused. “Well yeah I suppose, but I thought that's what all of us were doing. It's in the roommate agreement.”

Izzy turns his head, his face growing hot for reasons other than fever. “Shut up, we're not out here owing each other life debts. You’re petty little contacts.” He gives a few close mouthed coughs. “And even if we were I’m not going to the fucking doctor, not with that twat, and not with you.”

Stede shakes off Izzy’s normal, if not elevated by fever spite. He places a hand on his too warm shoulder. Izzy doesn’t pull away.

“He won’t mind me anymore. Not with you around.”

Stede frowns, feeling a little guilty. “Izzy I’m sorry if I made you feel that way. Truly I am. I love what we’ve got going on here. I really don’t ever want to stifle you.”

Izzy lolls his head to the side, glaring at Stede. He wants to bite his head off, but the fight in him is gone, and all he feels is just sadness. Sad that he and Stede were capable of sorting things out in a matter of minutes that he and Ed had to fight to.

Izzy tries to shift further away, despite not entirely hating the comfort Stede was offering, but his leg decides to pinch up that exact moment. He sucks in a pained breath, which develops into another coughing fit. His head throbs in time with his hip and he tries to stretch himself out to alleviate the pain. Stede puts the pieces together.

“Your leg bothering you?”

Izzy grimaces and adjusts himself with shaky arms. “It’s misaligned. I have an appointment in a month, another reason why I shouldn’t be taking leisurely strolls to the hospital.”

“It’s not a stroll, Iz, you’ve obviously really come down with something. And I wasn’t about to suggest the doctor again.” Stede eyes the way he's got himself pressed against the cushions, chest moving up and down shallowly. He looks miserable and his own chest genuinely hurts at seeing him in pain. He reaches an experimental hand out toward him. “May I?”

“What do you know about joint pain?” Izzy accuses, but he relaxes his leg a little bit. Stede scoots up the couch so his knees are pressed into the cushion and his left and Izzy’s right thigh are pressed together. He starts to pull izzy's pants down when he asks it again.

“May I?”

Izzy blinks. “Won’t your boyfriend be mad when he finds out you've been feeling me up tonight?”

Stede sighs. “It's for your health, Iz. And Ed trusts me. Now I want you to do the same.”

Izzy can't help it. He feels suspicious, but Stede has always been a generally pleasant roommate. Maybe a little too cheery at times and kind of a goofball, but he guessed it was true that at his core, Ed had been like that too. And he kind of misses it. He misses him in general.

Izzy shimmies his pants down and worries the raw skin on his leg. “I suppose you know what to do.”

Stede’s hands are soft. Being a cartographer Izzy supposes there's not much reason to go abusing your hands for, but it surprises him. Stede rubs the abused flesh with his thumbs, the rest of his fingers working around his thigh. Izzy decides that he doesn’t give that bad of a massage.

Izzy also decides that he likes his company. He's still absolutely freezing, but he feels some kind of warmth in his heart that wasn't there before. The pain in his leg ebs so he can draw his focus back into his chest. He squeaks with more pained wheezes, crossing his arms over himself. Stede stops what he's doing and pulls a blanket to drape over Izzy.

“That's enough for now. I don't like the sound of that cough at all.”

Izzy pouts when Stede moves away. “I guess…to ease your precious little heart I may relent to a doctor’s visit tomorrow.”

Stede smiles. “Great. Ed will be thrilled.”

Izzy doesn’t know how to clarify that he’s more so doing it on Stedes behalf but it doesn’t matter because suddenly he’s left with very little energy. He snuggles more into the blanket, eyeing Stede somewhat fondly.

“You’re not a bad nurse. Your anecdotes could use a little work.”

Stede rolls his eyes, but the smile is still there. “It was my pleasure. Get some rest before you change your mind.”

Izzy sleeps deeply for a while, well past dinnertime, but is ripped violently from a dream right after midnight. He pulls himself up into a sitting position, white dots dancing in his vision. The first two coughs are quiet warnings, and the next ones confirm to his dread that he's gotten worse. They scrape his lungs of everything they have before filling up once more for another round. He rolls over off of the couch, peeling the air for a breath when the room suddenly floods with light. Izzy squeezes his eyes shut and somebodys by his side again, helping him off the floor.

“Is he alright?” Stedes too far away voice asks.

Izzy blinks against the dizziness to crane his neck up at his helper. Ed's blurry face stares back down at him, framed in yellow ceiling lights. He looks like an angel. A grimy angel that smells like restaurant patrons and seafood.

“Yeah. Think so,” he mumbles. His feather light touch is on Izzy’s brow and it takes everything in him to not lean into the touch. He just squints at Ed, feeling horrible and wonderful all at once. Ed's voice suddenly goes very soft. “Iz, what happened to you, bru?”

Izzy’s chest ignites and he's suddenly fighting for his life once more. Ed sends Stede to get some water while he props him back up onto the couch.

“Seem to have taken a turn for the worse,” he rasps. “How was work?”

Ed dodges the question, tearing off his vest and picking a few things off of the floor from the day. “Stede treat you alright?”

Izzy hums in confirmation. “Bonnets’ been a peach. I see why you like him.”

He means the compliment, but it comes out with a bitter edge to it. He can’t tell if Ed detects it or not but he throws his things in a basket and stands close, regarding Izzy.

“Glad you guys are getting along.” He hesitates for a minute, more words on his tongue that he doesn’t know how to say. But Izzy is pale and weak and he needs some strength. Ed thinks they could probably talk more tomorrow. “I’ll see you in the morning, ‘kay?”

Izzy nods. And when he falls asleep again, he’s actually looking forward to spending the day with Stede Bonnet.

[ethereousdelirious]

CW // IRL/SELF OBS

I either have demon allergies from hell or some sort of unspecified respiratory virus, so in acknowledgement of that, here's that fever obs I promised y'all last month and never delivered on

The backstory:

I was a very healthy adolescent/young adult so I had no real experience with any sort of prolonged fever. Then I managed to catch the flu last month (tested positive for Influenza A 💀) and came down with an Actual Fever, and figured I'd dump my observations here for fic reference (or whacking off, if that's more your cup of tea)

Here's my account. I tried to lock in on the interesting, sickfic-y details

The good shit:

-I had a scratchy throat and a cough for 2 days beforehand that I thought was laryngitis from talking too much (my friend had been visiting so I was YAPPING)

-Then the reckoning began

Fever 102-103°F

-I woke up on Day 3 with a fever. I had never had a fever before. I knew exactly what was wrong with me. My skin felt wrong and I was cold even though I could tell, somehow, that my apartment was warm. There was some sort of perception-reality mismatch that I was deeply aware of.

-I really could not get warm. I was shivering under piles of blankets, and I remember thinking, "If anyone tried to snuggle me warm, sickfic style rn I think i would Actually Kill Them." When I tell you I did not want to be bothered.

-I even tried to romanticize it like "teehee, if I was in a sickfic right now, I would want my Caretaker to... to, um... uh..." I honestly just wanted to be left the hell alone so I could sleep.

-I was SO fucking tired?? When I got up for like food or whatever, I started not letting myself sit down because I knew I would start to fall asleep, and then I'd have to haul myself back up to go to bed. I swear I've never used so much willpower and self-discipline in my LIFE, but it took so much determination to stand up and go to bed. It didn't matter if I was in the middle of eating or making coffee, if I got tired, it was either go to bed or collapse.

-The only time I ever felt too hot was when I tried to drink coffee for my caffeine addiction. I lasted about two sips before I started burning up and falling asleep and reckoned I had about 60 seconds to decide if I was gonna go to bed or let it happen in an armchair with a mug of hot coffee in my hand. (I went to bed).

-Overall, I was very able to do things for myself. I was slow and tired, but I felt like my mental energy was fine enough. I managed to take care of my dog and eat (sort of) and all that

-My focus felt very narrow. I could really only focus on one thought or task at a time, with no room for planning. (So no "I'll eat something, then have some water, take my dog out, and go back to bed." It was one thought at a time.)

-Speaking of eating...

-I had NO appetite, so I started forcing myself to drink milk every time I woke up. I can easily see how a character could become dehydrated or forget to eat when feverish. I had 0 hunger cues. All I wanted was popsicles for my sore throat.

-Because I have sickfic brainrot, I was constantly asking myself: "Could I push through this? What tasks could I perform if I absolutely had to?"

-I decided that driving was a definite no. Curiously, I also couldn't stand up straight, like I was too tired. However, I estimated that, with sufficient adrenaline, I could probably perform cardiovascular exercises if needed (so yes running, no weightlifting). And, though I think it really would have hindered my recovery, I probably could have forced myself to stay awake and do computer or paper tasks that required no creativity. (So clerical tasks, filling out paperwork, basic math, etc)

Fever in the 100s

-Day 4 was the day I got the Sickfic Cough

-We're talking like choking, desperate, "something in my chest needs OUT!" kinda coughs. A couple times it even got so bad it triggered my gag reflex, but thankfully nothing came of that

-I was still tired, but I finally had the presence of mind to talk to text people instead of just scrolling on Tumblr

-For some reason I got a craving for Asian pears that I was tragically unable to fulfill. If I'd had a lovely sickfic Caretaker to fetch me Asian pears I swear I would have married them.

-SO. FUCKING. COLD. This was really the day I started longing for a "Character B," if you will. I wanted somebody to hold me sooo badly. But alas I had to make do with extra blankets.

-Then I started waking up absolutely DRENCHED in sweat, aware that my internal temperature was too high but absolutely FREEZING. Again, I would have loved for someone to help me wash my bedding and get new pajamas and run me a bath, but it was just me. So the sheets went unchanged and I started having to cycle through pajamas and it was fine.

-^This apparently had nothing to do with my fever "breaking," because it happened many times with my temperature sort of bouncing around the 100-102 zone with no particular pattern to speak of

Brief Interlude on Physical Appearance

-Both days I had a fever, I honestly thought I looked lovely. I've had a few stomach bugs before and turned so pale I was basically green, but this kind of had me a yellowish pale? I have a golden undertone so I think that had something to do with it. I didn't notice any "fever glaze" to my eyes, nor any red cheeks, but my eyelids looked darker? It was really very flattering. If my hair hadn't been so fucked up I would have taken some selfies, but alas, I looked like a bog creature.

-I can kinda see what the Victorians/menhera girlies are on about....

Recovering

-Day 5 was uneventful. I woke up without a fever and had to drag my ass to urgent care to get a return-to-work note because I never bothered to link up with a PCP (I know, I know)

-Here's a bonus scenario for you all: I arrived at the urgent care a little after opening only to find a sign on the door that the staff was having a meeting and the urgent care was opening an hour late. So I had the choice of spending 20 minutes standing out in the cold. while recovering from the flu. or to walk back to my car. neither of which I particularly wanted to do.

-I waited in my car. When I finally saw the a provider, she was so unconcerned about me that I was almost offended

-(Not in a bad way, just that I felt awful and had spent the last day wanting someone to "Oh poor baby" me, but in the medical field, an otherwise healthy, polite 20-something with no other health concerns than "recovering from the flu" is not even remotely a big deal)

The symptoms stuff is done now, but I figured I'd include the medical system details in case anyone wants them, or for me to reference later:

-For the medical details: An MA (medical assistant) took me back and asked me the routine questions (symptoms, when did they start, any major concerns, date of last period— they didn't give me a pregnancy test, which I appreciated, but afaik policy on that varies from location to location), and took my temperature and blood pressure. This was done with me in one of the normal chairs on the floor.

-The MA also verified I had tested negative for COVID at home, and swabbed my nose for a flu test

-The NP (nurse practitioner) who came in later had me hop up on the exam table, verified my answers about my symptoms, and listened to my lungs with a stethoscope. She was the one who gave me the results of the flu test. She skimmed over educating me on recovery, presumably because I'm young, healthy, and seemed very comfortable and familiar with everything that was going on (I was— both my parents worked in the medical field, my sister is a nurse, and I work in medical records). She prescribed me something to help with my cough and sent me on my way with some printouts detailing what I symptoms I could expect as I recovered, my return-to-work note, and (for some reason) my name and blood pressure

-And that was that

That's all! I hope this was, if not informative, sexy, or helpful, at least mildly interesting :)

[straightupsickfics]

Okay... I forgot to add. 💙forehead kisses  🐤hair stroking/petting  💛pet names/terms of endearment  For very sick Stede and over protective hubby Ed who got the call from Lucius to come get his hubby from work. Please? Teacher Anon💛💛💛💛💛

this is theeee perfect combination of prompts omg :(((

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Stede has to blink several times in quick succession before he registers what he’s seeing.

Ed, leaning in the doorway of his office, smiling sympathetically at him. He’s wearing a plum colored sweater, his thick gray scarf wound warmly around his neck, though his coat is unzipped despite the freezing temperatures and rain today.

“Ed?” Stede frowns. It seems impossible, seeing him here now, when that’s all he’d wanted since leaving home that morning. 

“S’my name, don’t wear it out,” Ed teases, his voice low and warm and sweet, so perfectly sweet and warm when Stede feels so terribly, he has to force himself to swallow, upsetting his sore throat but preventing an embarrassing display of tears in the middle of the work day. 

“What’re you doi’g here?” Stede asks, shivering in his own sweater. He’d increased the temperature twice already but he still can’t seem to warm up. 

“Taking you home,” Ed says gently. “Lucius told me in no uncertain terms I had to come take you off his hands and stop you from, quote, germing up the entire fucking building.” 

Stede sighs, which only turns into a painful coughing jag. His eyes are teary by the time he’s done, and his throat really is killing him at this point, despite all the trips to the kitchen he’s made for yet more tea. 

“Oh, but… there’s so much…” Paperwork, planning, email to catch up on, budgeting for the new year… 

“Rest to be had at home, I know, I was thinking the same thing,” Ed says. He lifts Stede’s coat from the back of his chair and drapes it over his shoulders, stopping to press a kiss to his Stede's forehead. It’s just a quick brush of his lips, but Ed is here and he’s so warm, still smiling despite how terrible Stede knows he looks and sounds… 

“Honey,” Ed says, kissing him again. “You’ll catch up. Lucius will take care of everything.” 

“He’ll what?” Lucius’ voice drifts in from his desk just outside Stede’s office. 

Ed smiles at Stede, lifting a finger to his lips. “Think that was part of the deal, mate, you have me get Stede’s germs out of here, you’ll take care of the rest.”

“He won’t be back until Monday?” 

Stede frowns. “Monday?! I have f-far too m’buch hh! hUUh’iissshh!” The sneeze catches him off guard, completely derailing his argument. 

“Maybe longer, if I have anything to say about it,” Ed promises, winding an arm around Stede’s waist and guiding him towards the door. It’s only Wednesday, and the thought of missing two more days of work is enough to send Stede into a panic, but…

But he really does feel bad, and a few days at home with Edward does lovely. 

“Bless you, love,” Ed murmurs, waving goodbye to Lucius. 

“Feel better, boss,” Lucius says, giving Stede a mock salute as they pass by. Stede gives him a half-hearted wave, letting Ed lead them outside into the chilly afternoon air. 

The car is perfectly, blissfully warm, and Stede shivers at the change in temperature as Ed starts the car and pokes at his phone until he decides on some music for them to drive home to. 

“You look like you need this more than me,” Ed says, handing his scarf to Stede. It’s a soft cashmere, warm from being worn, and smells so much like Ed that Stede can’t even protest, just accepts it with a sigh before wrapping it around his own neck. 

“Thank you for rescuing m’be,” Stede sighs as they start the short drive towards home. Ed works from home, so he knows it’s hardly an inconvenience to come and get him, but still Stede feels a bit silly. Like a child being picked up from the nurse’s office in primary school. 

Ed smiles over at him. “‘Course. Lucius basically threatened me, but still. Should’ve never let you leave this morning, really,” Ed says. He reaches over then, running a hand through Stede's mussed hair, and Stede suddenly can't wait to be home. To change out of his buttoned-up work attire and into something softer, and, preferably, Ed's.

"I wouldn't have listened," Stede admits. "Really thought I'd be alright... HH'iiihhTSH! Oh," Stede scrubs at his nose useless. "S-scuse mbe... Hdt'IIshhh!" He manages to half-muffle the sneezes into his elbow, doing his best not to ruin Ed's favorite scarf with his cold.

"My poor Stede," Ed says. He reaches over and squeezes his knee. "Bless you... twice."

"Mmb, thank you," Stede murmurs. He's so tired and stuffed up and achy all over, he's probably getting a fever, but that's a problem for a little while later. For now, he forces himself to focus on a few days free, on the couch, with Ed, who came to pick him up and gave him his scarf in spite of all the germs it would surely endure, and—

"I'll make us some soup when we get back, yeah?" Ed offers, interrupting his train of thought.

Stede manages a little smile. "Sounds perfect," he says.

[dontfeeltoohot]

Happy Birthday!!!

Ummmm how about Paramedic AU, Eddie’s sick and Steve convinces Eddie to let him check him out make sure it’s all good.

Steve gives him the all clear but tells him to take it easy because he cares ❤️

❤️❤️❤️

Steve clocks the pallor of Eddie’s skin three seconds after the man and his partner walk in, maneuvering their gurney through the space to check in at the station. As Robin goes through the basics with Chrissy and the man laying uncomfortably, Steve takes the iPad that’s been set on the counter.

The paramedic, he notices, is quiet, quieter than he thinks he’s ever seen the man. He looks tired, and his eyes aren’t as bright as usual, making him seem run down. Eddie turns to him, giving a lopsided smile.

“Morning Stevie,” his voice is airing just on the side of raspy, like when someone’s first woken up and they start talking.

“Morning Eds, long shift?”

It’s one of those days where Steve’s shift doesn’t really align with his favorite paramedic and emt duo. They’re shift ends in an hour, and he’s just started. At least he gets to see them once, which is far better than none. Especially now, since it seems like the long haired man is sick, or at the very least half way there.

“Mm, yeah. We’ve had a surprising amount of calls, but nothing too bad,” he trails off, turning and bringing his arm up to his face to cough, wincing.

“You okay?”

“Think I have some bug, probably got it from one of the firefighters who don’t know how to cover their damn mouths,” he grimaces, and Steve nods.

“Lemme check you out real quick,” Steve says softly, knowing this crush he has on the man has to be obvious by now.

Turning to Nancy, who’s writing something down, he asks her to let Chrissy know he’s stealing Eddie for two minutes, then finds an empty room, sliding the glass door shut. Steve presses his pointer and middle finger to Eddie’s wrist, finding his radial artery to check his pulse.

“What’s going on?”

“Throat’s sore, head is hurting a little. Just feel blah,” Eddie shrugs, wincing when Steve moves his hands from his wrist up to the lymph nodes in his neck.

“Just a tiny bit swollen,” he comments, then grabs the light from the wall. “Open up Eds, and stick your tongue out.”

“Damn Harrington, buy me dinner first, I ain’t that easy,” the paramedic teases, making Steve’s face warm, but the other complies.

“Definitely red, but I don’t see anything too concerning, tonsils are a little enlarged,” Steve murmurs, then presses the back of his hand to Eddie’s forehead.

“And a little warm but nothing to really worry about.”

“What’s the verdict, nurse?” Eddie looks at him with his big doe eyes.

“Tylenol or Advil, and rest. Take it easy, maybe call out of work tomorrow. Hopefully that’ll get you as good as new. And obviously if you start feeling worse I’d go to an actual doctor,” Steve looks at him sympathetically.

“Eh, I trust your diagnosis, but I’ll keep it in mind. Thank you Stevie.”

Around 11am, Steve’s phone buzzes, and it’s a picture from Eddie, showing a mug of tea and some cough drops, the tv in the background playing- what Steve assumes- a horror movie.

Promise I’m following orders. Thanks again, nurse. 😊

[waterfallofspace]

👉👈 Another… Hunting Dog… ask… 🍲,🎤 & ❄️?~

hehe~ as you wish! I've been having fun ^~^ ~From This Ask Game~ Under cut because I'm writing an essay-

~~ Key ~~ 🍲: What do they like to eat while they’re sick? Do they like soup, or would they prefer something that isn’t “sick person food”? Do they lose their appetite when they’re sick, or are they hungrier than usual? 🎤: How does their voice change when they’re sick or allergies are bugging them? Does their voice get lower? Scratchy? Raspy? Can you hear any congestion in their voice or do they hide it well? Do they avoid speaking too much because of a sore throat and coughing, or do they try to talk through those things? ❄️: Would it be more unusual to see this character sick during the winter or during the summer? Do they typically go down during cold and flu season, or do they usually get summer colds?

Fukuchi: 🍲 Basically whatever he eats when he's not sick. Not the type to eat differently, if anything he'd just skip meals if he's not hungry, but generally unless it's bad, it's not an issue. 🎤 If he knows it's noticeable, he'll avoid talking. Generally he gets a mild congested sound that he can't quite hide, and maybe a little scratch to his voice if it's a throat related illness. ❄️ During the summer. He doesn't get sick often, so when he does, it's usually when everyone else is coming down with things all around him, which happens more often in winter.

Tetchou: 🍲 Something ridiculous, I think. Like, he has specific meals that don't make any sense, and drive people (mostly Jouno) absolutely mad. Something like boiled eggs and noodles with some spicy sauce on them both. (to clear his sinuses <3) Appetite levels don't change, just cravings/comfort foods.

🎤 His voice gets deeper and raspier, he's at risk of losing it constantly if he overuses it, mixed with definite stuffiness that's audible in his words, but also in his breathing. Despite this, he doesn't actually talk less, even when he's coughing and in pain. Just powers through, and clears his throat a lot, which only makes it worse, poor thing~

❄️ Bit of a cheaty answer, but neither would be unusual. He gets sick pretty often, so him coming to work with a mild illness is nothing new. Though, it's more common to see him deeply ill in the summer, as he gets fevers from working too hard, and the heat messes him up.

Tachihara: 🍲 Most typical comfort/illness foods, soup, rice, noodles, etc. He's not super picky, and doesn't really care about making himself comfort foods, but he does aim for more simple meals when ill.

🎤 His voice gets lower, and you will know it. He loves talking when it's deeper because he likes the way it sounds, and he's pretty good at hiding his congestion and suppressing coughs, though the wince when he speaks is hard to ignore.

❄️ More unusual to see him sick in winter. Cold and flu season does put him on edge, and he's not immune to it's grasp, but he's usually more on alert, and keeps away from people when he can. However in summer, despite knowing he always gets ill, he lets his guard down. (Plus, the heat is not good for him, especially in his fluffy coat-)

Jouno: 🍲 The type to not eat, like at all. He'll drink tea, but generally his throat hurts too much to eat a lot, and he's just honestly so overwhelmed from being sick that eating feels like a chore. People (his fellow HDs) tend to notice, and try to find soft foods that aren't too flavourful to avoid overstimulating him.

🎤 Raspy, congested, he sounds awful. Though, that won't be what tips you off that he's sick. What will tip you off is that he's completely silent. Partially because of the pain, partially because his own voice starts to overwhelm him, but mostly because he sounds awful and knows it </3

❄️ Again with a slightly cheat answer, but neither is really unusual. He doesn't have a particular season he gets sick, he doesn't actually get sick all that often. At least, not to the degree where it's severely noticeable. However he does tend to pick up illnesses from others, so cold/flu season might be a bit rougher for him.

[compassionatereminders]

My husband and I caught it for the first time about a month or so ago. It sounds like you're in good hands, but make sure you stay hydrated and drink some electrolyte water if possible and do your best to make sure you're consuming at least some calories. Get plenty of rest and sleep when you can. Get your most comfortable versions of everything ready. The strangest thing for me was that my skin (like all of it, my whole body) became sore for a day or two in addition to my muscles and that the illness seemed to come in stages instead of all at once. Like for two days I had a fever, for a few I had the achiness, for one or two I had a horrific migraine, and it wasn't until close to the end that I had digestion issues and developed a cough and phlegm. No energy and extreme fatigue was the only constant.

We never felt like we were going to die and technically it was a very mild case, but it was also the sickest either of us have been. We were out for about 10 days and we both are vaccinated and boosted.

Just be as nice and gentle with yourself as you possible in every regard and try to take a shower now while you still have some energy.

I have basically had most of it already. High fever. Headaches. Body aches. Stomach issues. Nausea. Lots of mucus. Coughing. Breathing issues. Sore throat. You name it, I got it/have probably struggled with it in some capacity. And I'm fully vaccinated and all that too. I have been REALLY sick with a kidney infection at a point though, and while this is bad I'm nowhere near as sick as I was then. I'm struggling to manage the breathing issues though, cause those are triggering my existing health anxiety. But I hope I'll be okay and I'm trying to stay positive. And I'm not alone in this!

[pekuliar]

Got really sick the other day, sicker than I’ve been in AGES, and I can’t believe I never thought to note all of this down for writing reference! Still sick but less bedbound, and I’m hoping this’ll come in useful for…..something. Feel free to use my suffering to rotate your blorbos.

CW: Discussions of my worst flu day yet, and pretty shitty self care (I am a college student living alone, cut me some slack). NO emeto.

Fatigue - I genuinely can’t even remember much of what happened throughout the day, I really just lay in bed and blacked in/out periodically. I remember patches of sensations and moments I hated, but nothing cohesive. I wasn’t tired as in “man if I just slept a bit more that’ll feel good”, I was tired as in the part of my brain that let me stand up and move and do things had been cut out entirely. Lying down and phasing in and out of consciousness really was the only thing my brain knew how to do then. I never even felt genuinely hungry. The only indication I should eat was if I got MORE black-outy than usual— totally arbitrary, and something I only figured out in hindsight. Tried to order UberEats and abruptly woke up hours later, having never even pressed the “confirm order” button. Literally any small action took all my willpower.

Sore throat - so bad I basically couldn’t string together full sentences without dry-coughing or rasping. Tried gargling salt water but am such a shitty gargled that I ended up spraying salt water all over my kitchen counter.

Fever - stock-standard but shitty fever, swung between burrowing down in my blankets and kicking them off in a pool of sweat.

Headache - a persistent, pulsating ache behind my left cheekbone and left eye socket, right on the surface of the bone, that flared as I coughed

Literally. Everything. I. Put. In. My. Mouth. Tasted. Like. Petroleum. - even ESPECIALLY plain water. Even the smallest sip of water flooded my mouth with a rancid plasticky taste so awful it made my head spin. Which worked out amazingly (/s) in my favour because for a person for whom even just getting up and walking five feet to my tap, or eating sandwich, took an extraordinary amount of effort, the last thing I needed was to be further de-incentivised from eating and drinking like a human being. I spent half the day horrifically dehydrated, sort of just lying there in a daze, feeling my lips crack. At best, I ate a whole hotdog at midnight, and only because I was practically addicted to the way the dry bread and cheap sausage were the first things that day that didn’t taste like the underside of a car.

Myalgias - honestly my first clue should’ve been when a couple of days before this, the ankle I’d sprained 2 weeks ago that was already healing had started throbbing out of nowhere. Eventually this would balloon to every bone, every joint, consumed in a fiery ache. Lying down didn’t help. Getting up and moving certainly didn’t help. Really, this and the constant taste of charred plastic in my mouth was probably the worst bit of the whole ordeal.