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chronicbitchsyndrome · 7 days

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so: masking: good, unequivocally. please mask and please educate others on why they should mask to make the world safer for immune compromised people to participate in.

however: masking is not my policy focus and it shouldn't be yours, either. masking is a very good mitigation against droplet-born illnesses and a slightly less effective (but still very good) mitigation against airborne illnesses, but its place in the pyramid of mitigation demands is pretty low, for several reasons:

it's an individual mitigation, not a systemic one. the best mitigations to make public life more accessible affect everyone without distributing the majority of the effort among individuals (who may not be able to comply, may not have access to education on how to comply, or may be actively malicious).

it's a post-hoc mitigation, or to put it another way, it's a band-aid over the underlying problem. even if it was possible to enforce, universal masking still wouldn't address the underlying problem that it is dangerous for sick people and immune compromised people to be in the same public locations to begin with. this is a solvable problem! we have created the societal conditions for this problem!

here are my policy focuses:

upgraded air filtration and ventilation systems for all public buildings. appropriate ventilation should be just as bog-standard as appropriately clean running water. an indoor venue without a ventilation system capable of performing 5 complete air changes per hour should be like encountering a public restroom without any sinks or hand sanitizer stations whatsoever.

enforced paid sick leave for all employees until 3-5 days without symptoms. the vast majority of respiratory and food-borne illnesses circulate through industry sectors where employees come into work while experiencing symptoms. a taco bell worker should never be making food while experiencing strep throat symptoms, even without a strep diagnosis.

enforced virtual schooling options for sick students. the other vast majority of respiratory and food-borne illnesses circulate through schools. the proximity of so many kids and teenagers together indoors (with little to no proper ventilation and high levels of physical activity) means that if even one person comes to school sick, hundreds will be infected in the following few days. those students will most likely infect their parents as well. allowing students to complete all readings and coursework through sites like blackboard or compass while sick will cut down massively on disease transmission.

accessible testing for everyone. not just for COVID; if there's a test for any contagious illness capable of being performed outside of lab conditions, there should be a regulated option for performing that test at home (similar to COVID rapid tests). if a test can only be performed under lab conditions, there should be a government-subsidized program to provide free of charge testing to anyone who needs it, through urgent cares and pharmacies.

the last thing to note is that these things stack; upgraded ventilation systems in all public buildings mean that students and employees get sick less often to begin with, making it less burdensome for students and employees to be absent due to sickness, and making it more likely that sick individuals will choose to stay home themselves (since it's not so costly for them).

masking is great! keep masking! please use masking as a rhetorical "this is what we can do as individuals to make public life safer while we're pushing for drastic policy changes," and don't get complacent in either direction--don't assume that masking is all you need to do or an acceptable forever-solution, and equally, don't fall prey to thinking that pushing for policy change "makes up" for not masking in public. it's not a game with scores and sides; masking is a material thing you can do to help the individual people you interact with one by one, and policy changes are what's going to make the entirety of public life safer for all immune compromised people.

#dyspunktional #cripple punk #actually disabled #cripplepunk #a lot of these are major concessions for me personally as i'm an anarchist and loathe to support further concentrations of state power #but if you're gonna be operating within the structure of the system. here you go. handing you a cheat sheet for what you should demand.

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idk-what-im-doing-ever · 2 years

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Feel like going feral when I'm trying to find out more about 'surving the job you hate and have when you're not easily able to find another' and the 'advice' is just

'Do some self-reflection :). Do a resume and get a new job :)). Study and get new qualifications to open more doors for yourself :)))'

Cunt, I am burned tf out. I have been at this job for over seven years and I despised it after the first. I have a mortgage to pay and the cost of living is on the rise. If I change jobs, I take a gamble that I will hopefully not hate it as much as this one. It needs to be full time and equivalent or higher pay than my current job. If management is even two thirds asbad as my current place, I will rip out my hair. I will. And maybe even someone else's (management)

#rant #i m #so tired #i am so tired every day #when I was off work sick as fuck (not covid thank fuck) and ran out of sick leave? I was rlly stressed about not getting paid but it felt #so incredibly lifting to not be working #my throat was hurting and I was coughing and my nose was blocked and runny and my head hurt and I was fully drained of energy #and I felt better mentally for that week off than I have in far too long #annual leave doesn't get approved either so like #can't even fucken use that for more frequent vreaks #i will probably delete this later

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samwisethewitch · 6 months

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Grocery Store Fire Cider

I try to always have fire cider on hand during the colder months. Fire cider is vinegar infused with warming, expectorant (mucus-clearing) herbs to help clear out gunk from our respiratory system. It's great for clearing up congestion and helping with wet coughs. Since pretty much everyone in my house tends towards wet cold symptoms (congestion/runny nose, coughing up mucus, etc.), we go through a lot of this stuff every cold and flu season.

I take a shot of fire cider as soon as I feel congestion or a wet cough coming on, or if I've been around someone I know is sick. While it doesn't always keep me from getting sick, I do think it helps speed up my recovery and keep my symptoms less severe.

A lot of fire cider recipes online and in herbalism books call for less common herbs that need to be purchased online or from a speciality herb shop. This year, I decided to make a batch with only herbs you can buy cheaply at most grocery stores. Here's the recipe for my fellow herbalists on a budget!

You will need:

A quart mason jar

1 whole head of fresh garlic, peeled and roughly chopped, OR 3 spoonfuls of pre-minced jarred garlic

3 knobs of fresh ginger about the size of your thumb, roughly chopped, OR 3 spoonfuls of store-bought ginger paste

1 package fresh thyme OR 2 tablespoons dried thyme

1 package fresh sage OR 2 tablespoons dried sage

1 quart apple cider vinegar

There are two methods I've used to make this cider. The traditional method is a slow infusion that takes 2+ weeks, but I've also developed a fast infusion method for when I feel a cold coming on and need a batch of fire cider ASAP.

Traditional Method:

Add your herbs to a clean mason jar. Pour the vinegar over the herbs and fill the jar to the top. Put a lid on the jar. (Vinegar will corrode metal lids, so either use a plastic lid or place a square of parchment paper between your jar and the metal lid.)

Place the jar in a cool, dark place and allow it to infuse for at least 2 weeks and up to 1 month. You can strain the herbs out to store at room temperature, or you can do what I do and store the whole thing in the fridge, herbs and all.

If you leave the herbs in, you can keep this batch of fire cider going all winter by topping the jar up with more vinegar every time it gets below halfway full.

Fast Infusion Method:

Add the herbs to the mason jar like you would for the traditional method. Instead of adding vinegar, fill the jar halfway with boiling water. Let sit for 2-3 hours.

Once the water has cooled down to room temperature, fill the jar the rest of the way with vinegar. Let it sit overnight and then either strain the herbs out or store the whole thing in the fridge.

To use the fire cider, take a shot glassful whenever you feel cold symptoms coming on. If you made your cider with the traditional method, you can dilute it with water if your stomach doesn't handle acid well. You can also mix in some honey to improve the taste.

Please note that fire cider and other folk remedies are not a replacement for medical care. I highly recommend staying up to date on your flu and COVID-19 vaccines in addition to using remedies like this.

#fire cider #herbal remedy #herbalism #traditional western herbalism #kitchen witch #kitchen witchery #kitchen witchcraft #green witch #green witchcraft #green witchery #budget herbalism #budget witchcraft #witchblr #mine #recipes

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angelbaby-fics · 4 months

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i was just wondering if you would do one with (little reader with cg!stucky) being sick with covid ? because i have it right now…fever, cough, horrible body chills, body aches, struggle to breathe….it would mean a lot 🤍

Sick Day

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A/N: My darling, I'm so so sorry this took so long!! Hopefully you've gotten all better by now but for anybody who needs it I hope this can provide some comfort!

You woke up coughing, every muscle in your body contracting as you tried to catch your breath but to no avail. Steve and Bucky came rushing in as soon as they heard a change in your breathing pattern, their enhanced hearing tuned specifically to you. They were at your bedside and soothing you before you’d even opened your eyes. Bucky sat you up and rubbed your back while Steve fluffed the pillows up behind you.

“Easy baby, easy,” Steve whispered.

“We’ve got you doll, just breathe.” “I can’t!” You choked out.

Bucky held your arms up above your head, breathing deeply and encouraging you to follow his lead. Steve fished his phone out of his pocket and texted Bruce. Living in a big compound with all your coworkers definitely had its perks when it came to times like this. Your on-call doctor and beloved family friend was already in your room by the time your cough had quelled. Each breath you took was shallow, the hot air scraping through your lungs like sandpaper.

Bruce held a device to your head, some sort of Stark invention that scanned your body inside and out with a nearly magical ease. Your temperature was skyrocketing in your daddies’ very hands, and it broke their hearts. When your diagnosis came up on Bruce’s screen, he tried his hardest not to change his expression, but Bucky immediately noticed his facial features make the tiniest shift. “What is it? What’s wrong?” He asked, hoping his desperation wouldn’t scare you and make your breathing worse again. Bruce shifted the screen over to show Steve and Bucky, who were thankful you were too small to read right now. Even though it had been obvious to them what you were stricken with, the symptoms all too telling, they had naively hoped it would be something easier, something mild, a 24 hour bug you could power through with the aid of the best medicines money could buy. But the five letter word across the screen confirmed their fears.

You weren’t like Steve and Bucky. You weren’t genetically enhanced like them, you weren’t at the pinnacle of health like them, and you weren’t invincible like you believed they were. They felt that right now more than ever, with you shuddering in their arms, glancing between either of them with baleful eyes, suffering in the place you should feel safest. Bruce tried his best to calm their fears, and thus, yours.

“Hey don’t worry you guys. According to my chart here, we’re all up to date on vaccinations.” Then he turned to you, grabbing your warm hand in his. “Besides, you’re a tough kid. You’re gonna fight this off like a champ!”

You smiled for the first time that morning.

Steve looked down at you, mirroring your gentle smile. Bucky, however, kept his eyebrows furrowed. He’d spent his entire childhood helping Steve whenever he got sick, but he felt so helpless now.

“I’m gonna head back to the lab real quick and get the medicine, shouldn’t be more than two minutes.” Bruce said, getting up and leaving.

You started to suck on your thumb before Steve took it out of your mouth and replaced it with a pacifier. He smiled at you, his blue eyes crinkling, and looked over to see Bucky scowling.

“You couldn’t have stopped it, Buck. Babies get sick, that's how it goes sometimes.”

“I know,” Bucky replied, “that doesn’t mean I have to like it though.”

A minute later, Bruce knocked on the open door as he reentered the room. He shook a bottle of pink colored liquid in his hand.

“A teaspoon of this at breakfast and another before bed oughta do it. You should start seeing a reduction in symptoms within the next 24 hours.” Your face scrunched up at the thought of yucky medicine twice a day.

“I know, right?” Bruce smiled at you. “They say it’s ‘strawberry flavored’ but I think whoever said that has never eaten human food before.” That cheered you right up. You always loved the way Bruce laughed and joked with you as if he were one of your peers instead of your daddies.

“Thanks, Bruce.” Steve said, and Bucky finally broke his scowl to give the doctor a tight smile. Bruce didn’t mind, he knew how protective your Baba could get, and that it wasn’t a reflection of the quality of his medical services.

“Always, Cap.” Bruce replied to the both of them, and he began to head towards the door again. “You know the drill, call me if you need anything.” Then he turned to you. “Get well soon, superstar!”

Now that it was just the three of you again, the excitement of a friend’s visit wore off, and you suddenly became aware of the deep ache in your bones. You slumped back against Bucky’s torso, and he snaked a protective arm around you.

“Don’t wanna be sick,” you mumbled, your energy draining by the second.

“I know, babydoll.” Steve replied. “The sooner you take your medicine, the sooner you’ll start to feel better.” “Don’t wanna take medicine either!” You said slightly louder, anxiety twisting your voice into a whine.

“Shh… I know, baby.”

“No you don’t! Daddies never get sick!” You cried out with a pout.

“That wasn’t always the case.” Bucky said, a mischievous grin breaking through his gruff mood. “Your daddy used to get sick all the time! And guess who used to take care of him.”

Bucky pointed a thumb towards himself.

“Really? Baba was takin’ care of Daddy?”

“It’s true!” Steve said. “Before we met Bruce, Buck was the best nurse I ever had!”

“And just like you, he’d have to take yucky medicine, even when he didn’t want to. Sometimes it took a lot of convincing.”

“How?” You asked, the discomfort in your body taking a backseat to your delight at being regaled with stories from your Daddies’ past.

“Well…” Bucky glanced over at Steve, waiting for an affirmative nod before he went on, “I would keep peppermints in my bookbag, so Stevie could always have one to get the taste of the medicine out of his mouth.” Just as expected, your eyes went wide.

“So if I takes my medicine I gets a candy?” You asked excitedly, making both the men smile and laugh.

“How about this,” Steve offered up, “Every time you take your medicine, you can have a piece of candy, as long as you’re honest and tell Daddies if it makes your tummy upset, okay? And when you’re all better and have no fever, we’ll take you for a special day out with just the two of us as a prize for being so brave!”

#little!reader #stucky x little!reader #agere fic #bucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #daddy!stucky #daddy!bucky #daddy!steve #steve x little!reader #cg!steve #cg!bucky #cg x little!reader #chloe's fic

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morallyinept · 3 months

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I have covid and I’m just wondering how the Pedro boys would take care of you during covid :) Love what you do thanks!

Hey Non! 🖤

Aww, so sorry to hear you've got Covid. I hope you rest up and feel better soon! 🖤

Thanks so much for asking this, and I hope the Pedro Boys can make you feel somewhat better... enjoy! 🖤

Joel Miller - Joel would really want to take care of you, but he would keep his distance. This man has seen the end of the friggin’ world for Christ’s sake, and all the gross shit that comes with it. If he had to take care of you, it would be behind a thick screen of plexiglass and passing your food and meds to you through a hatch. Whilst wearing a Haz-Mat suit. Joel is so done with infections. And mushrooms. No mushroom soup for you, only chicken and noodle.

Ezra - Ezra would probably give you space leaving you enough water and Bitz Bars in his tent for you to take care of yourself whilst he proffers more of his coveted loot, Birdie. Returning later to periodically paw at you when he needs his dressing changed or just wants some sweet Kevva loving. It won’t bother him that you’ve got Covid and are all sweaty, until he catches it from you and ends up becoming the worst. Patient. Ever.

Marcus Pike - Marcus would climb into bed with you and give you all the cuddles, hold you through the fever shakes. He’d make you fresh homemade soup. He’d bring you extra-fluffy pancakes in bed with fruit and syrup and feed them to you patiently. He’d hold your hair back if you got sick and would wash you down in the bath with extra bubbles and candles. Even if he got sick himself, Marcus would still want to care and make a fuss over you.

Max Phillips - Max is the only Pedro Boy who would be immune to catching Covid due to, you know, being dead... But still, he wouldn't want you coughing up gunk all over his fancy, new suit. So he’d send you home until you’re fit enough to return to work and be his personal blood bag again.

Oberyn Martell - Covid wasn’t around during Oberyn’s time, however he’s seen a lot of illness and being royalty doesn't have to, or want to, deal with it. You’re no good to him in this sickly state. So your Prince has no real use for you until you’re fit, healthy and supple again for him to have you spread eagle in his chambers.

Frankie Morales - Frankie would likely get sick with you; the man’s immunity is probably wrecked anyway due to the coke, so you’d both be laid up in bed together moaning and groaning, and not the good kind of moaning and groaning either. But you can bet once he starts feeling better, he’ll want some sweet medicine and he’ll find it between your legs, hermosa. And you can bet it'll make you feel miles better too.

Dave York - Dave has no patience for sickness or germs, which is ironic because he has two children who are in the prime ages for getting all sorts of sicky bugs. But then he’s not at home much so he never gets sick. And he can’t tolerate all that needy, whiny crap either. The most Dave would do is to deliver you some meds and Kleenex and leave them on your front door step. Begrudgingly, of course.

Marcus Moreno - Another caregiver, Marcus would literally stop saving the world to make sure you're okay. To drop off some hot Thai soup to make you sweat it out, to get your prescription filled for you, to fluff your pillows, to smooch you on the pasty head. You name it. Anything you need, Marcus will be your hero, baby.

Javier Peña - Javier doesn’t do sickness. Period. He’s out catching a drug lord, you think he has time to tend to you, cariño? The man doesn’t have time to eat, let alone make sure you do. You’re on your own. You’ll only see Javier when you’re fully recovered and he’s skulking in at 2am ready to give you a fever of another kind…

Javi G - Javi G would take care of you and give you everything you could need and want when you're ill, but probably to the point it would become a little unbearable. You’d force yourself well just to get out of the Paddington movie marathon he puts on for the sixty-seventh time.

Maxwell Lord - A sick man himself, Max knows how bad Covid can feel, so he’d want to make sure you get well as quickly as possible. Even going so far as to wishing for it. But we all know how that went down. Step away from the dream stone, Max! Just make some hot honey tea instead, yeah?

Dieter Bravo - Dieter is probably the most over dramatic and tiresome patient when he is sick, and he really can’t deal with you being ill and not able to take care of him. He’d keep a distance, wearing several masks, slipping notes under the door to inform you that he doesn’t know how to work the timer on the oven so has been surviving on KitKats, or that the dishwasher has stopped working and there are now bubbles all over the kitchen floor… When you're better, you return to a chaotic house turned upside down and a very worse for wear looking Dieter surrounded in the mess.

Agent Whiskey - Known to get things done (as long as there isn’t a meat grinder around), Whiskey will want you ship shape and in good health as quick as possible, so he’ll tend to you, feed you, wipe up all the mucus and whip you back into shape quicker than a tornado in a trailer park, sugar. Whiskey wants you fit and well, it's the only way you'll be able to keep up with this handsome cowboy after all.

Silva - Tending to you gently, Silva will have you laid up in his bed all comfy, dabbing at your skin with a cool cloth whilst he tells you stories of a dreamy ranch life. He’ll watch you sleep in his rocker at the end of the bed, spoon feed you soup and run you a bath whenever you need, and will join you in it.

Din Djarin - Din would want you better, and so would The Kid. To the point that The Kid would just Jedi Mind Trick those Covidy germs right outta your system so you can carry on collecting those bounties with your tin can man. This is the germ-free way, Mesh'la.

Pero Tovar - Another hypochondriac when he gets unwell, Pero would be useless in taking care of you when you're sick. He’d grumble all the way through it and ultimately end up sick himself, resulting in you taking care of him whilst you’re still riddled with the ‘rona.

Comandante Veracruz - There’s no such thing as Covid on Veracruz’s agenda. He’ll shut that shit down right away. You won’t be sick on his watch, cariño. Nope. He won’t allow it. You got a job to do. So just get on and do it, lest you make the Comandante mad…

🖤

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baby-yongbok · 8 months

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˳·˖✶ ⋆Midnights: Pt.1˳·˖✶ ⋆

Hyunjin x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Non idol

✨Masterlist ✨

Warnings: Mentions of the pandemic (COVID-19)

Notes: Third Person POV + Okay, so, When I started writing this I intended for it to be a sweet drabble but then I just kept typing and typing and TYPING... I think that this has potential to be a series. There will definitely be a part 2 but I'm not sure if it should just be two parts or more. Let me know what you think please? This was also written pretty fast so I'm sorry if the quality isn't the best, but then again I say that about everything I write. Anyway, I hope that you enjoy!

Word Count: 1366

Summary: The two of you are best friends, You know each other like the back of your hand, so why does this new version of Hyunjin give you a feeling you've never experienced before? His smile is all the same but somethings changed... What could it be?

You and Hyunjin have been best friends since you learned how to walk. You’ve done everything together for as long as you can remember and the fact that the two of you are next door neighbors made it even easier to spend an insane amount of time together. Around the time that you turned sixteen and he turned seventeen the two of you decided that spending eight hours of your day together wasn’t enough so naturally he started sneaking into your window late at night to hang out with you. The two of you would play games, watch movies, and anything else that your heart desired all while trying to stay as quiet as possible. Even though your entire family loved Hyunjin, you knew that having a boy in your room at 1:45am would not go over well with your parents. He’d sneak in for any reason and at any time. He got into a fight with his parents? He’ll be at your window at two in the morning. You’re feeling sick? He’ll be at your window with snacks and anything else he grabbed at the store to make you smile.

Unfortunately, your late night hang outs came to an end when the two of you went off to college. Well, when he went off to college. Hyunjin made the decision to stay on campus but you weren’t sure that you were ready for the responsibility of basically living alone. Hyunjin begged you to stay on campus, promising that he’d take care of you and keep you on track but you just weren’t sure. Fast forward a month after that conversation when the two of you found out that you both got accepted… to different colleges. It took a lot for the two of you to say goodbye but you knew Hyunjin would only be a phone call away.

Months went by and your nights were silent. There was no dark haired boy climbing up the tree next to your balcony and knocking on your window anymore. No more late night movies or whispering the lyrics to karaoke at three in the morning. The two of you kept in contact with video calls and texts but you both ended up being way more involved in college activities than you thought you would be thus leaving very little room for meeting up or even texting back some days. As your lives got busier the two of you slowly drifted apart, that was until the pandemic hit. Suddenly your extremely active world was quiet again, all of your classes were now either canceled or strictly online. Hyunjin had no choice but to move back home since his dormitory was closing down to enforce social distancing. It all felt like a mess but there was a silver lining to it all, Hyunjin was coming back home and the two of you would finally see each other after nearly five months of being apart, now all you had to do was wait.

It was a regular Thursday evening, you sat on your front porch listening to music and laying on your bench swing with your dog, Miffy. The smooth voice of the artist you were listening to was suddenly drowned out by Miffy barking and running off of the porch. You sat up, startled by the sudden noise and immediately started searching for the cause of the commotion. That’s when your eyes landed on him, his hair was a bright red which stuck out from his black muscle tee and black sweats. You went over to your front steps and watched him for some time as he pulled his suitcase out of the trunk of his fathers car. ‘There’s no way that that’s Hyunjin right?’ Your thoughts were racing as you tried to remember what he looked like five months ago but your memory sadly failed you. Just as your eyes fix on the muscle of his toned arm he turns towards your house. His gaze is cast upwards towards your balcony, he’s clearly trying to see if you’re home. Your heart skips a beat as it all sinks in, that is Hyunjin. Just as you’re about to scream his name to get his attention Miffy reaches him and jumps up on him earning a smile and a happy laugh to fall from his lips.

“Miffy! How are ya girl?” He wildly pets the dog like he hasn’t seen her in years but in his defense it’s felt like forever since he’s seen you and your family. Finally, he puts two and two together and looks up towards your front porch where you stood with your dress blowing in the autumn wind and a bright smile on your face. “Y/n!”

Hyunjin runs over to you immediately with Miffy following close behind. You rush down your front stairs with your arms out in front of you ready to hug your best friend. His arms snake around your waist quickly like you’d disappear if he were a second slower, yours find a home around his neck and he spins you around earning a giggle from you. “Oh my gosh, I’ve missed you, angel”

“I’ve missed you more.” He sets you down and pulls you closer to his body. His chin rests on the top of your head and your cheek rests comfortably on his chest. You don’t know what it is, call it your best friend spidey senses but he feels different than he did five months ago…what’s changed? You both pull back and look at each other, smiling like your lives depend on it. You lift your hand and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “You’re…red”

He laughs at your comment and looks away from you for a second. “Do you mean my hair or my face?”

“Your hair… well actually, both.” You both fall into a fit of laughter before stopping and staring at each other again.

“I dyed it a month ago, I thought I sent you a picture.” Shaking your head Hyunjin’s smile slowly turns into a frown. “I’m sorry I haven’t kept up with talking to you… It was just so busy on campus and I joined way too many clubs and -”

You bring your hand up to stop him with a smile still pulling at your lips. “It’s fine, I sucked at communicating too, what’s important is that you’re here now.”

The guilt he felt for not contacting you melted into a reassured smile. “There’s so much I want to tell you, angel, but I think I have to go.”

He looked over to his house where his father was waiting by the car with his arms crossed. You furrowed your eyebrows with worried eyes and Hyunjin bit his lip slightly. - Fuck why was that hot? - He leans down to your ear and whispers.

“My parents aren’t too thrilled about the red hair, I think I’m in trouble.” You giggle and he does the same. “I figured that once I turned nineteen that I had a bit more freedom but that clearly isn’t the case.”

He rolled his eyes and you sighed. “You know how your mom is, I say that you did this on purpose.” He sticks his tongue into his cheek slightly and smiles.

“You’re not wrong… but listen, I don’t want to make my case any worse so I’ll see you later?” You glance down at his wrist knowing for sure that he has a watch on him.

“Hyun, it’s already seven o’clock. You’re gonna get scolded for about an hour and everything is closed due to the pandemic so we can’t go anywhere.” Just as Hyunjin was going to reply, his father called him to come home. With a sigh he starts walking backwards away from you.

“Leave your window open, yeah?” With a wink he turns and runs off towards his house. He gives you one last glance and smiles before he disappears through his front door leaving you in your walk way. For some reason you felt nervous about Hyunjin coming to your house tonight. Sure it would be just like old times but something has changed… What in the world was causing this feeling?

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victoriansecret · 10 months

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I need your help.

About a year and a half ago I, rather unexpectedly, contracted shingles. Being in my mid-thirties this was rather surprising, and doubly so due to it happening during a worldwide pandemic for an entirely different disease. I also had no idea what it was and was slow to go to a doctor, and only just got there in time before it reached my eye, which apparently could become extremely dangerous as that might lead it directly to the brain. My doctor outright told me that if it got worse I was to immediately to go the ER. It wiped my body out quite badly and I missed about two months of work. Even when I returned, I was still very low on energy and worn out easily. And then, about six months later, I contracted COVID and it utterly destroyed me. That was about a year ago now, and I have not been the same since. I continue to miss far more work than I have sick time for, and am potentially at risk of losing my job entirely, even though I have successfully applied for official medical leave with my doctor's approval. The point of all this is that I am deeply in debt, and I can barely cover bills and interest fees on my credit cards etc., let alone try to recover. So I am giving in and doing something I have long avoided, and made a ko-fi page. https://ko-fi.com/victoriansecret So that is one way that you can help me, if you are so inclined. And if not, that's fine too. I mostly just hope that I bring anyone who views my blog either some enjoyment or enrichment. But I also need your help in another way: to make me feel less guilty about this, and also just as an exercise to keep me occupied when I'm otherwise infirm, I want to make more original content on this blog. So please, if you have any suggestions or questions, I welcome them wholeheartedly. Feel free to ask about history, or what it's like to work in the museum field/living history, or social issues, or just personal stuff. Or just anything at all, really. And again, whether you get involved in any of this or not, I hope you get something out of my blog. And I hope you're well in general. Thank you.

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humandisastersquad · 2 years

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aside from, yknow, the logical and compassionate public health aspect of not letting covid rip through and kill/disable a decent portion of the population,,, it doesnt even make economic sense either. literally every single workplace is suffering interruptions thanks to staff regularly being off sick and being able to get reinfected within just 3-4 weeks. the food supply chain has been disrupted on every level leading to shortages. the already worn down health system is on life support and HCWs are leaving en masse.

more and more people are suffering from long covid and aren't able to work the same hours they used to or at all. even those who, on the surface, appear to gotten through covid unscathed can still be affected and many are dropping dead from "unexplained" heart attacks and strokes. more and more people have had multiple infections, exponentially increasing their risk of covid complications. we're only 2.5 years into this pandemic and the long term effects so far are horrendous. who knows what effects we'll see on the population in 5, 10, 20+ years like with chickenpox (shingles), HIV (AIDS), HPV (cancer) etc

the cost of even the most basic mitigations like masking, paid sick/isolation leave, improving ventilation etc. will be nothing compared to the long term effect on the economy and yet business and government continue to place short term profits above human life and wellbeing.

#covid 19

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gay-dorito-dust · 2 years

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Hi please can u write daemon targaryen x sick fem ready

Thanks for your time hope you are having a nice day :)

Absolutely sweetheart! I hope your having a nice day :) also I haven’t been well lately (not covid, I took a test) and am in need of some comfort…even if it’s written by own hand.

The maesters claimed it was a light cold that you were ailed with, not death unfortunately. Yet you get as though like you were on the presuppose of dying; from your perpetual headaches, constant temperature shifts that have you either bundling up for warmth or building up a sweat that left you violently kicking the bedding away, sneezing and coughing fits which had your poor throat raw and immobile that you had to pick and choose when to utilise your voice without cringing in discomfort.

To you it had been hell being bed bound whilst for Daemon -as sad as he was to hear the news of your fall to sickness, rushing to your shared chambers with a hastily made breakfast and jug of water held in a death grip- it had been heaven being able to take care of you when it was supposedly within the jurisdiction of the Maesters to do so. It gave the Targaryen a sense of pride -that for a time being- you had to heavily rely on him to perform your share of duties until you regained full health in which he took the job diligently. “Daemon, we have Maesters to take care of me, let them do their jobs.” You said between weak laughs as you watched your lover prepare you some fruit, that according to the Maesters whom he solicited advice from, that supposedly aided the body in advancing the recovery process and a some water upon your bedside table.

“Nonsense, you are sick and who am I to leave you in the cold hands of strangers rather then the caring hands of your own lover,” he states almost jokingly before leaning his head down so it was level with your ear as he spoke in high valerian, “besides I don’t trust the maesters in overseeing your health progress…they seem to have eyes and ears everywhere to base their own intel on when political issues seem to arise like unwelcome vermin.” He wasn’t wrong, it did unnerve you a tad when it seemed that way before you come to the notion of seeking a Maesters aid it seemed as though they’ve been granted divine powers to foresee what ailed you in that moment and what what the solution was. At first you passed it off as a coincidence but the longer the continued the more distrusting you felt towards them, no matter how invaluable they maybe that didn’t mean you had to blindly trust that what they were putting in your drink wasn’t poison.

“Your concerns, whilst valid my price, but you are royalty and with that comes duties you must uphold rather then waste away in here, being on hand and foot to my every phlegm filled whim.” You said, reaching a hand out to toy with the platinum blonde hair that fell in front of his face when he shifted to look you in the eyes as you talked, gifting you his undivided attention so willingly it melted your heart the way he looked at you with the softest eyes you’ve ever seen upon courting him. Daemon sighed humourlessly as he pulled your hand from his hair, only to bring it up to his lips where he placed a gentle kiss upon the back of it, only to place another kiss to your warm forehead. “That maybe the case but it wasn’t hard to negate them for someone else to deal with as I take care of the proclaimer of my heart.” He responded smugly, causing you to scoff which then transitioned to a coughing that had you kneeling over in your bed, blossoming worry within your lover as he quickly reached for the goblet of water he had prepared earlier, imploring you to take periodic sips after the coughing fit had subsided; officially taking his place beside you on the bed.

“Are you alright my love? What do you need, say the word and I’ll-“ his words died in his throat when you wearily smiled at him, seething down the goblet of water in favour in snuggling yourself deep within his chest, his warmth bleeding into you lovingly as you felt he headache subside as you press your forehead against the skin of his neck, eyelids growing ever heavier with sleep the longer you stayed tucked against him. You had a suspicion that most of the Targaryen bloodline ran quite warm compared to the average common folk with the blood of the dragon running through their veins and all; it was a blessing from the gods in your current situation as he made for a great pillow substitute. “No,” you croaked, mind lost within a fog as your words were muffled against his skin, “just stay here and be my personal pillow.” Your lover merely chuckled at your cute antics as he subserviently made himself comfortable in your bed without argument, finding the predicament quite rewarding for the both of you in terms of quality time. “Is that an order?” He said softly, subconsciously tucking you in even further into himself as though you being practically pressed up against him wasn’t enough for the rouge prince. “Yes it is.” Was your response before fully committing yourself to a deep slumber whilst Daemon pressed another kiss to your still warm forehead before allowing sleep to overtake him too. “As you wish my beloved. For only you can command me to your hearts desire.”

#daemon targaryen x you #daemon targaryen fanfic #daemon targaryen fic #daemon targaryen imagine #daemon targaryen imagines #daemon targaryen x reader #house of the dragon x you #house of the dragon fic #house of the dragon fanfic #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon imagine #house of the dragon imagines #hotd x you #hotd fic #hotd fanfic #hotd imagine #hotd imagines #hotd x reader

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krisdreaming · 2 years

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Expect the Unexpected

Pairing: Sakusa Kiyoomi x gn!reader

WC: 1.5k

Summary: You're sick, so naturally Kiyoomi will want nothing to do with you... right?

A/N / Disclaimer: To be completely honest, I have very little knowledge of Sakusa's character outside of fics I've read, but this lil idea just popped up in my mind and I had to write it :') so, deepest apologies if he seems ooc here. Also, a note that this is set in a magical land where covid doesn't exist - reader has a common flu, that's all.

You're dazing in and out of sleep when you hear the knock on the door. With a start, you sit up straight on the couch, then cradle your throbbing head in your hands. You suddenly remember that Kiyoomi had been planning to stop in today after practice. You've been so miserable all day that you hadn't even thought to send him a text.

You get to your feet, the congestion in your head making you a little unsteady until you catch your balance. At the door, you peer through the peephole and see Kiyoomi standing patiently on the other side. With a sigh, you crack the door open the slightest amount.

"You should probably go away," You croak out, surprised by how terrible your voice sounds. You haven't had to use it today since you called off work this morning.

"Y/N?" You can hear the concern in his voice, but you're envisioning him cringing away from the door.

"I'm sick. You don't want to catch it. Just go home." You feel terrible. You know how he feels about germs, and the last thing you want is for him to feel uncomfortable because of you. You can hear him shuffling uncertainly outside of the door.

"Please," You go on. "I'm fine. Just go, okay? I'm sorry I didn't text you."

"It's fine," He says quickly. "I - okay. If that's what you want, I'll go."

"Yes," You say, your voice suddenly no more than a whisper. "Don't feel bad, okay?" You force out.

"You don't sound very good," He says matter-of-factly. "Why don't you go lie down?"

"Okay," You murmur. "Bye, Omi."

"Get some rest," He says firmly, and with that, he turns to go. For a few moments after he leaves, you remain at the door, a bit shocked by his sudden departure despite what you'd expected. Finally, when your legs begin to quiver, you make your way back to the couch. You pull your blanket around yourself and curl back up. If anything, you only feel worse.

It shouldn't surprise you that he'd responded that way. After all, you don't want him to catch this flu either. It's best for everyone that he's safe at home.

You aren't sure how much time passes, but soon you hear another knock at the door. With a frown, you pull yourself to your feet again and peer through the peephole. To your surprise, Kiyoomi's face appears there again.

"Omi?" You open the door a little wider than you had before, and you take in the sight of your masked boyfriend, a shopping bag in each hand.

"I got you some supplies," He says simply, lifting the bags in illustration. "Can I come in?"

"I'm sick," You say dumbly, but step aside anyway. He walks through the door, and you watch him quickly survey the room. A slight frown crinkles his brow.

"Why aren't you in bed?" He chides, striding to the kitchen and depositing his bags on your small table. "You shouldn't be sitting on the couch when you're sick." He pushes up his sleeves, and before you can really register what he's doing, he gathers up the glass, mug, and bowl scattered on the coffee table. He plops them in the sink, and you finally speak up.

"You don't have to do this," You say as firmly as you can muster.

"I want to. You should sit, at least," He gestures to the couch, and it doesn't take any more coaxing than that for you to settle into the cushions. Without batting an eye, he brusquely reaches for the bag of scrunched up tissues you'd placed unceremoniously next to the couch and deposits it neatly in the trash can.

His next order of business is to wash his hands in the kitchen sink, using the antibacterial soap he'd suggested you buy months ago. "I'm going to heat up some broth for you," He explains, rooting familiarly in your cupboard until he finds a suitably sized saucepan. With the broth heating on the stove, he fills your kettle and sets it to heating as well.

"I've got some ginger tea. This should help you feel better. There's some honey, too, to mix in. I know you always take your tea sweet." You can't fight back the small smile that's tugging at your lips. A warmth is beginning to fill you that's completely different from the fevered sweat from earlier.

"After this, you're going to bed," He adds sternly, taking the time to wipe down the counters and table while waiting for the water and broth. "How long have you been sick?" He finally asks with a sigh, fixing you with his dark gaze.

"It was just a scratchy throat yesterday," You feel like you have to defend yourself. "But I woke up this morning feeling pretty awful. I called in to work."

"That's good," He hums, "Your body needs to rest. That's how you'll recover quickly."

"Yes, dad," You say with an almost playful roll of your eyes. The laugh that wants to come out turns into a dry cough, and though he's wearing a mask, you imagine his lips setting into a thin line.

He only shakes his head, and pours the now-boiling water over the tea bag. Carefully, he carries the mug and honey to the coffee table and takes a seat next to you.

To your surprise, he reaches out and presses his cool fingers against your forehead. "Well, if you had a fever, it's broken now," He murmurs almost to himself. His fingers linger for a few moments, and he brushes the sweaty strands of hair away from your face. You can't help it - your eyes slide closed and you lean into his touch. His fingertips trace your cheek for a moment before pulling away.

"I'm sorry you're not feeling well," He says in a low voice, and you peek your eyes open in time to catch the soft concern in his own. "The broth is probably warm enough, now." He stands before you can formulate a response, and carefully pours the broth into another mug. He carries it to you, and you accept it gratefully.

"Take small sips," He warns. You do as he says, savoring the warm broth as it slides across your tongue.

"Thanks, Omi," You say then, clutching the mug to your chest. You can't imagine how pitiful you must look right now with your hair a mess, still in your pajamas, and holding onto this mug for dear life. Still, there's a surprisingly tender look on his face.

"You're welcome," He says. "Just drink as much as you want," He adds, gesturing to the mug. You sip it periodically, alternating with the tea once it's brewed. The two of you settle into a comfortable silence, and Kiyoomi watches the comfort show you'd been playing on TV with mild amusement.

Eventually, you've drank about as much of the broth as you can stomach. With a soft sigh, you lean back on the couch, closing your eyes against the persistent headache pressing at the backs of them.

"I think it's time you got to bed," He says, firm again. "I brought some medicine, too, so as soon as you take it, you're going to sleep." He doesn't leave any room for argument, but you don't really want to anyway.

He presents you with a glass of water and the medicine, and as soon as you've swallowed it, he helps you to your feet. In your bedroom, he turns on the light and pulls back your covers, fluffing your pillows and smoothing the sheets as you stand in the doorway.

"Come here," He gestures, and you feel very much like a child as you crawl under the covers. He pulls them over you, and you instantly feel the exhaustion washing over you.

Once you're settled in, his fingers trace across your forehead again. For a few moments, he cups your cheek in his palm. "I'm going to go so you can get some sleep," he informs you. "Let me know how you're feeling tomorrow morning. I love you," He adds, almost as an afterthought, but with as much warmth and tenderness as you've ever heard in his voice.

"I love you, too." You eke out. "Thank you."

"Any time," The sincerity is clear in his voice. "Sleep well." With a final brush of your cheek, he turns to go, flicking the light off as he leaves your room.

You hear the door to your apartment close softly, but you're still staring into the darkness with a soft smile on your face. By now, you should know to expect the unexpected when it comes to him, but somehow Kiyoomi still manages to take you by surprise.

#Haikyuu #Haikyuu fluff #Haikyuu x reader #Haikyuu x you #Sakusa Kiyoomi #Sakusa Kiyoomi x reader #sakusa x reader

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wynterhxney · 6 months

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“Any idea why half of Cosmic is sick?” Landon’s concern is palpable leaning back in his office chair. Giving a shake of his head, he sighed as Maya seemed to be looking a little off color herself. She’s been visibly tired. Distracted on something else in her personal life if he had a guess but he didn’t want to press. At first anyway but this is getting worse. Sounds like some sort of flu or stomach bug is floating around. Spreading easily much as Covid once upon a time it’s worrying for a number of reasons.

“Something is going around,” Maya’s answer comes with a shrug. She moved to sit down, nearly slumping as she did.

The director noticed. Leaning forward in his chair, he quirked eyebrows. Never really see his assistant so drained. It’s not due to overwork either. He’s hardly the type to push people. Hence why productions are suffering lately but as far as he’s concerned healthy people count more than what executives rush. They had problems with workers not being properly compensated. Coming out of a strike a few months back still has lasting ramifications. Hollywood never wants to cooperate. They want to milk everything dry including their employees.

“Hey, maybe you should go home.” Landon picked up his phone, leaving his chair with a mug of coffee in hand. “You don’t look so good.” Maybe she’s coming down with this thing. Last he wants is to give whatever sickness this is to Alice.

“Forever bossy aren’t you?” She shook her head. “I was fine this morning. I need to make sure the meeting with Majestic Studios is set up.”

“Christ. Don’t remind me.” Of all the bastards to deal with during a studio crisis he’d rather tell Tobias Fairchild to kiss his ass. Then again the producer might like that. Better take a rain check on the idea then. “Seriously though I think it might be better if you went home.”

The assistant in her wants to refuse. Feeling lightheaded has other ideas; she sighed, huffing under her breath. She was about to take a break instead of go home but Maya’s attention moved to the director’s office door. A light knock preceded an all too familiar blonde. Good. She can deal with Landon better than anybody.

“Fine. I’ll go home. He’s all yours, Alice.” Grabbing her bag and clipboard, she steadied on her feet, headache pounding as she stood upright. For once he’s right. She needs to go home and take something. Possibly lay down a few hours to sleep this headache off. “Oh and your meeting with Toxic Talk is cancelled.”

Landon barely had a chance to react to anything. His brow furrowed. “Lavinia was supposed to talk to me about a project for the network.”

Maya glanced back. “Sick.” Then she left. @tennesseewynter

#interaction. //#tennesseewynter #words like violence break the silence. // landon film interaction #your lips my lips apocalypse. // dystopian au #your lips my lips apocalypse. // the beginning of the end

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charmwitch · 8 months

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the court

A little drabble while drawing an illustration featuring a character I haven't written much about since chapter 1, Nirinel. She appears in an upcoming chapter (and more permanently)

I had this on my laptop while sick with covid but @painted-bees inspired me to post more non finished work bc whatever life is short

(This is Nirinel):

"You didn't have to drive me around the city, Eileen…"

"I know," she kept her hands on the wheel, but flashed a smile to Nirinel from the back seat, "…But it's your first time here! I didn't want you to get lost. I am presenting you to the court, either way so it felt appropriate to rent a car."

"Okay…"

Nirinel fidgeted with one of her strands of hair, something she always did when she was nervous, Eileen had noted.

"What are you're worried about?"

"What if I don't make any friends," she spoke quickly, "Or they think I smell weird?"

"You smell wonderful," She paused to think, "… I would make sure no one would find their bodies."

"Eileen…"

"…And knowing you, I'm sure you'll make lots of friends."

Nirinel furrowed her eyebrows and frowned. All her friends were back in the Wayward Village, or adults. She wasn't sure if anyone would even want to interact with her. She had to put on a persona, she knew.

"You know, I have to run some errands today. Huxley asked me to run around for him, so…"

"You're leaving me? ALONE?"

"You'll be with Clementia today. I already spoke to her about your needs, if you get overwhelmed just sit down for a bit, alright?"

"Fine."

"You do get to meet everyone at court, I'll be there for that. There's a girl I have to meet…"

"Is that part of Huxley's errand?"

"Sort of," Eileen looked up and over, the sound of the turn sign clicking rhythmically as they entered the checkpoint for the court. "I had an interesting time at his place this time."

"Why doesn't he just come and do it himself?"

"You know why."

"I know he still stops by sometimes. The Magistrate is pretty dumb, right?"

"Don't say that out loud in court."

"I knowwwwww."

#solstoria #original characters

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phoenixonwheels · 3 months

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the company i work for used to have a policy that if we tested positive for covid, we'd get either 7 days sick leave or until we got a negative test and it was mandatory to stay home. in november they scrapped it entirely. right before flu season. in the middle of a covid spike. a new variant making the rounds. I had covid in the summer and got paid for sick leave, it was a huge help. the government sick leave is a fucking joke, but the company paid full wage. now we don't have that safety net. what resulted was my coworkers catching covid and still having to come into work. half of the fucking staff are disabled, and im severely immunocompromised. all because the big bosses wanted to make more money. I hate companies I hate large businesses I hate capitalism I hate devaluing human life

#covid 19 #capitalism #wear a fucking mask

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strawwritesfic · 7 months

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Avengers Guys Taking Care of You When You're Sick Imagines

Hello! I caught some sort of very fun disease doing work-related things last weekend, so I came up with these imagines! I thought I'd post them for funises and because making you think of the dialogue yourself is way easier when there's very little oxygen entering my brain.

Disclaimer: I don't really do imagines, so I'm not even 100% sure that's what these are. They might just be headcanons? Listen, man, I'm an old person on the Internet. I don't know what I'm doing.

Also, I wrote these starting in the middle of the night after having only eaten marginally for three straight days and sleeping about a total of two hours over the course of 48 hours. Also, I didn't proofread them on account of the cinderblock shoved up my nose being very distracting. (But if there's something wrong, do feel free to bring it to my attention, and I will change it.)

Pretend these are in a world where COVID isn't a concern. I didn't feel like dealing with masking and isolation.

Let me know if you'd like to see later phases or groups!

EDIT: I forgot Clint. I blame the cinderblock. He's been added.

Enjoy!

Tony Stark

Let's face it. This guy is not in any position to play nurse. He hardly knows how to take care of himself; you're a different person entirely! Plus, he's not exactly into the idea of catching your cooties. Once you've got the ick, he is out of the bedroom and camping in his lab until you're no longer showing symptoms.

But that doesn't mean you're facing this alone. If this is before Pepper takes over Stark Industries as CEO, Tony's got her and Happy running around making sure you have anything you want--anything. More cold medicine? Done. A house call from your doctor? Called them 20 minutes ago; they're on their way. An authentic pizza directly from Italy? It's yours. If it's after, he will go get everything for you himself; it's just going to take a lot longer, and it'll probably take him five trips to actually get the right thing.

He won't leave you completely alone either. He'll call you up on one of the tablet phones and talk to (or at) you for hours. Heck, if you're bored, he might even set it up so you can watch him tinker on the suits from bed.

James Rhodes

You don't want Rhodey to find out you're sick. He's a busy guy, whether he's working with the Air Force or the Avengers. But he's gonna find out. Maybe he isn't able to call you as often as he'd like, but as soon as he makes contact, he's going to know you're sick from the word "hello."

He hates that you're often sick when he's quite literally half a world away. He doesn't want you to deal with your illness alone--and you won't. If he's still working primarily at the Air Force, you're on base with loads of fellow military officers and their spouses, and soon you've got more casseroles than you know what to do with. If he's with the Avengers, things are a little trickier. He can't ask Dr. Cho to fly in from Korea for a cough, and it's not like FRIDAY can answer the door for Uber Eats. Pepper and Tony aren't going to let one of their best friend's SO suffer, though! They love you, too. One or both of them is going to make sure you've got a house call from a doctor very soon.

As soon as Rhodey is off work, he's back with you. He'll cook dinner--something healthy that he knows you like. Then you'll both head to the couch or bed, snuggle up under a big blanket, and watch old movies until you fall asleep beside him.

Thor Odinson

Asgardians don't get run-of-the-mill illnesses, and any illness they do get is way more spectacular than what Midgardians deal with. Because of this, Thor finds your run-of-the-mill illness fascinating. Like, almost annoyingly so. Although he's fine to leave you to go on missions or the like, he is otherwise right there with you, delighting in every cough, sniffle and sneeze. If anyone on the team points out that you're, you know, sick, Thor is quick to remind them how incredibly tough his SO is. He knows you'll pull through!

Still, he doesn't want you to feel awful, so he's going to seek out advice on what he can do to help you. The results that come from this depend on who Thor decided to ask. Dr. Strange? Probably earn you some decent medications and/or treatments, even if Thor isn't 100% sure exactly how to use them. Loki? Then you're probably going to end up with Thor trying a dozen different things that don't make you feel worse but definitely don't make you feel better either. Hey, Loki's got no vested interest in helping out his brother's SO.

At the end of the day, at least you won't be left alone very often, and there is something endearing about a guy who thinks it's cute when you're so full of snot you can't think.

Loki Laufeyson

Loki is a much less...obtrusive companion than his brother is. Sick Midgardians are boring. They just lay around all day, producing the most horrible liquids from every part of them. He's got better things to do than sit around all day watching that...

...is what he wants everyone to think. He knows you don't like be smothered either. So Loki does go about his day as usual for the most part, but that doesn't mean he isn't checking in quite regularly. He'll slip into your room every few hours or so just to make sure you're resting. He won't wake you if you are. And the things you need have a funny way of appearing on your bedside table whenever you wake up: the remote control, a container of hot tea, even clean pajamas if you aren't feeling capable of walking to the bathroom for a shower.

But just because you don't like being smothered doesn't mean you want to be alone the entire time. Loki knows that. He's probably not going to crawl into bed next to someone who is coughing and sneezing and already warmer than they want to be, but he's perfectly content to pull a comfortable chair over to your bedside and sleep there. And when you get bored of watching TV or just need something quiet to fall asleep to, he's always happy to read aloud to you from whatever book he's reading.

Steve Rogers

Steve may no longer have the ability to get sick, but he remembers being sick when he was skinny, and he knows it's no fun. He also remembers the things that Bucky did for him that helped, and he'll try all of that on you. This leads to a bit of quarreling when Tony reminds him that they live in the 21st Century and have better ways of helping people with sore throats and coughing. But Steve eventually relents, and you get a good combination of things that make you feel better.

He's good at compartmentalizing, so he can put worrying about you aside when he needs to lead the team. The second they don't need him anymore, you're back at the forefront of his mind, and he's headed right to wherever you are. Even if you don't need anything he can provide you, he wants to make sure you're okay.

Since Steve doesn't get sick, he's 100% ready to cuddle. This is great when you have chills, and not so great when you're having hot flashes. He respects you if you ask him to please get the hell out of the bed. He lets you rest when you need rest, and is perfectly happy to just hang out in the room with you, quietly drawing in his notebook so he's there if you do need him.

Bucky Barnes

If Steve remembers getting sick, Bucky remembers being the one to take care of Steve when he was sick (after Steve's mom died). He does not handle seeing you sick well. At all. He cannot stop worrying about you at all. Never mind that all you've got is a stuffy nose and a cough, he's pretty much convinced that you are going to die on him any minute.

He's very reluctant to leave your side when you're sick. Even if there's some world ending-crisis that the team needs him for, he'd rather stay with you. Oh, he'll go to help with the world-ending crisis, but he's going to be thinking about you the entire time. Everybody on comms is going to get real tired of him using any downtime to wonder aloud if this will make [Name] feel better.

If you're lucky, Natasha or Sam or Steve might take pity on you and insist that Bucky take some time away and quit worrying so much. But unless they take him on outing to get you something (food, flowers, medicine, etc.), he's not going to want to go. Unless he's directly looking at you and confirming that you're okay himself, he's just not going to be able to settle. Until your fever breaks, don't expect Bucky to leave your side for very long, if at all.

Clint is a very normal guy wen it comes to his SO being sick. He's not too pushy or too distant. When you wake up with a sore throat, he makes you a cup of hot water with lemon juice in it, brings you a small breakfast in bed, and checks the medicine cabinet before he leaves for work. If there's anything you're low on, he'll make sure to pick it up on the way home. He'll call you at lunchtime to check on you, and if you say you need anything then, he'll pick that up on the way home, too.

If he has to go far away for work, of course Natasha is there to run errands and check on you. And if they're working together far away, you might get a very rare, very strange visit from Director Fury delivering cough syrup. Coulson pops by, too. Clint's got a pretty big support network willing to fill in any gaps he can't when he's working.

When he's at home, Clint mostly leaves you alone. He knows you need rest. There's plenty of work for him to do around the place anyway. But whenever he takes a break, he'll pop into the bedroom and ask you if you need anything if you're awake. He's always quick to tell the streaming service you're still watching, too, just so it's still going when you wake up. And he buys loads of your favorite takeout to tempt you to eat.

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merci-bitch · 1 year

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Cheesecake

NSFW Alphabet

Chessy x fem!reader

Warning(s): NSFW, hint of jealousy

I would just like to say, that I’m so incredibly thankful for all of you ! And for the fact that we’ve hit 1k. It’s crazy! Never thought it would happen, so thank you lord and lots xx

An update on all the other “big” fics. I’ve fallen sick again, seems like after the vaccines for covid my immune system has just disappeared. But there is one big Lesso fic on the way!

Again thank you all for being patient and so sweet xx

Taglist: @escapetodreamworld

- Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

Chessy would perhaps make you something quick to eat. Have you sit and watch her as she does. She’d be very soft, laughing. Smiley. Her hair ruffed up, and not a care in the world. Her hugs are the best in the world. She would make sure you drink water, at least 3/4 of the glass. Give you a kiss on the cheek and have you cuddle up close to her in bed.

- Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Chessy’s smile is everything. It lightens up the room. It’s your favourite thing about her, other than her cooking. She doesn’t wear form fitting clothes and it is rare when she wears a dress but her smile has always been your favourite.

- Cum (Anything to do with cum basically…)

She isn’t as dirty as many other characters but she does like to kiss you, either after she’s gone down on your or the other way around.

- Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

She had a dream once that she took you on the kitchen counter. Quite spontaneously.

- Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Chessy has experience, but she doesn’t have a whole package of it. You might even be the first woman she’s with. But Chessy is Chessy, she’s willing to learn everything.

- Favorite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

I have a feeling she likes to sit against the headboard with you between her legs. Your back to her front. Her hand doing wonders between your legs as she spreads kisses across your shoulder and neck.

- Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Chessy’s very playful. She’d perhaps start to tickle you out of nowhere. Always.

- Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

She trims it every now and then, don’t really think she cares that much for it.

- Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

Chessy is a hopeless romantic. She loves going on picnics and loves making you dinner. Surprises you on anniversaries with the help of Hallie. Takes you on small trips. She loves you with her whole heart. You sometimes watch romcomes on TV, she loves them. Cries watching them too.

So on anniversaries or even birthdays she makes it extra special. If ya know what I mean 👀

- Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

It’s a normal thing so I think she does it, but not as often since she’s got you. And she doesn’t really care for it anymore either. But since her room is close to Hallie’s , it doesn’t happen a lot.

- Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Don’t think she has that many,

Perhaps a little orgasm denial, teasing, tickling, biting, a little hair pull, praise kink, perhaps a little food play?

- Location (Favourite places to do the do)

The bed. 100%. If anywhere else it’s a risk and you’d have to be alone. If she’s got her own bathroom with a bathtub, then maybe yes for a little more romantic aspect. But mostly her bed, unless your out for a romantic picnic 👀

- Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Chessy is very loving and just seeing you laughing or playing around with Hallie or Sammy makes her heart ache. Just knowing your happy and smiling is enough.

Since Chessy is very playful, she’d send a cheeky smile your way and wink at you. She has a smile that could leave you weak at your knees.

- NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Doing anything you wouldn’t like. Doing anything outside of the bedroom. Anal, threesomes.

- Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

I don’t think she minds either, but she loves to have you pressed against her as she moves her hand between your legs. Loves when she’s able to see you when she goes down on you. How your eyes just sparkle.

But if you decide to go down on her, well. You treat her so well.

- Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

I wouldn’t really call it rough, more of a gentle way. Perhaps a little faster if she’s desperate but not rough.

- Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Could happen, maybe. She wakes up early in the morning to make breakfast for the Parkers and so she might take a shower before she gets ready. You sometimes sneak in and join her. One thing might lead to another…👀

- Risks (game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

She’s not the biggest risk taker, doesn’t mind being a little more playful outside of the bedroom but prefers it all stays in there for comfort.

- Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

Chessy is a champ. She can a good few rounds. She laughs whenever you nearly fall asleep afterwards. Teasing you about how she’s better than you. Usually ends up in another round trying to prove her wrong.

- Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Mhm, idk. Perhaps a single vibrator from when she was alone, but I think that’s it.

- Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s not that unfair, but she is quite teasing.

- Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

If you’re lucky to be home alone, she can be quite loud, perhaps not screaming loud, but enough to be heard throughout the house.

- Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

One time, in those 8 weeks where Meredith came along. She had eyes for you even though she “loved” Nicky. She would give you lingering touches and those plastered smiles. It would drive Chessy insane. You might have needed a little reminder not to let her do these things to you.

You found it funny Chessy got a little jealous. More like protective. She wasn’t very found of Meredith and she didn’t need to tell you how Nicky was wrong about this, how much of a fool he was, but she certainly didn’t need to have that lady coming after you.

- X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

On special occasions there might be soft lace involved but others wise it’s just normal matching underwear.

- Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

It’s fairly normal, during stress seasons it might rise.

- ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

She falls asleep with you in her arms. You usually fall asleep first from her playing with your hair. Chessy doesn’t mind staying up a little longer watching you.

#parent trap #Chessy x reader #lisa ann walter

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