Idk I Really Like When A Character Gets Progressively Sick Like

I just think they would be pals...............

little prompt, where Peter and Tony having an argument about Tony may or may not be ill (he certainly is, but he'd better die than admit that).

“You probably should go to bed.”

“Why would I do that? I’m fine.”

“You haven’t stop coughing for twenty minutes already-”

“I started smoking.”

“-your hands are shaking-”

“My life is full of stress, honey, I can’t be perfectly stable all the time.”

“-I’m glad you admit it, but you seem to have a fever-”

“Your presence doing something unimaginable to my body.”

“Don’t be smart!”

“I’m afraid it’s not possible, love. Genius, remember?”

“Your eyes are glossy-”

“Because your accusations make me cry.”

“-you can hardly focus-”

“That’s bullshit.”

“-you’ve burned yourself twice today, that should count for something.”

“It counts for stress. Again, honey, I’m fine!”

“Open your mouth.”

“What?”

“Open your mouth so I can see your throat. Maybe you have angina.”

“No!”

“Why not?”

“It’s very intimate!”

“So you have, like, no problem with sucking my dick, but you don’t want me to check up your throat when you’re ill.”

“I’m not ill, and that’s two totally different things.”

“How’s that?”

“Your dick doesn’t go deeper than my oral cavity.”

“Wow, you’re underestimating your blowjob skills.”

“You’re not going to look into my throat.”

“Jesus, why not?”

“Because I can infect you.”

“But you’re not ill.”

“Maybe I am!”

“Just let me see, and I will tell for sure.”

“And what, be ill too? That’s so much fun, being vegetables together!”

“I have super healing, dumbass. I can’t get ill. Now open your goddamn mouth and just let me see!”

“If you get infected, I will certainly say, "I told you so.””

“And I will punch you in the face.”

“Rude.”

“That’s what naughty boys get.”

“I wouldn’t mind being naughty for you.”

“You definitely have angina. For the next week, no naughty business.”

“What? I’m okay! You can’t do this to me.”

“I can, and I will. Every time you obey me, I will spank you.”

“We’re playing a doctor and a patient? I like that.”

“If you won’t get better in a few days, I bring you to the hospital.”

“You can’t do this with me.”

“I can, and I will. Now, shut up already and let me cook you some bouillon.”

“Such a cliché…”

“So are you.”

“Why I even love you?”

“Because I’m the only one able to tolerate your dramatic ass.”

“That’s overstatement.”

“People hate you when you’re ill.”

“I’m the pure charm.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

“You didn’t say “I love you” back.”

“I hate you.”

“Lier.”

“One more word – and you’ll have the web all over your face.”

“Sounds promising.”

…

“Can you cuddle me? My throat is sore. I think I caught a cold.”

“Yeah, no shit.”

“You don’t love me.”

“I love you more than you can imagine, dumbass. Come here, I’ll hold you.”

“I love you too, honey.”

“You better, baby, you better.”

Glitchy

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It was the smell that woke him up.

Like every individual of his species, Keith had an incredible sense of smell. Every little change, every little difference hit his sensitive nose like a punch.

And Keith was sure, in the whole year he had spent on Earth after his disastrous crash landing, that Shiro had never had a smell like that.

To Keith, Shiro smelled masculine, but sweet at the same time. Aftershave, clean clothes, a pinch of honey. A smell that Keith had loved since the very first moment, when Shiro had extracted the young Galra from the pile of twisted metal that was his ship.

Shiro smelled like home, love and safety.

But this time, Shiro’s scent wasn’t comforting at all. Keith wasn’t sure what it was, but he could definitely sense something that made alarm bells sound in his head. The smell of danger.

Immediately awake and alert, Keith shook Shiro’s shoulder. Under his hand, the bigger body was shaking, and Keith felt his throat constrict out of concern.

Shiro was a war veteran, and he often had terrible nightmares which left him waking up gasping, soaked in sweat and trembling.

Keith tried to shush him down, but as soon as he started carding his fingers through Shiro’s hair, he froze. An abnormal, dry heat was coming in waves off of Shiro.

Keith still knew very little about humans, but he could recognize pain and discomfort when he saw it, and Shiro was definitely in pain.

He shook Shiro’s shoulder more firmly, and the human groaned, his glassy eyes barely opened.

“Ke…ith…?” Shiro tried to moan, but his tongue felt like dry wool, and his mouth felt so sore.

“Shiro? I think there’s something wrong with you… ”

Shiro’s expression suddenly changed, his eyelids fluttering desperately, his breath hitching. After a few seconds of agony, Shiro sneezed into his hand, scaring Keith.

“Just a cold, I think…” Shiro sniffed pitifully, reaching onto his nightstand for tissues, his hand still in front of his face.

Keith gave him a confused look.

“Cold? But… how is that possible? You feel really hot.”

Shiro sighed, pulling a few tissues out of the box. Before he could reply, he sneezed again, and blew wetly into the tissues.

Keith gasped in disgust and backed away.

“Shiro, your brain is leaking out!”

Shiro chuckled tiredly.

“Don’t worry, my brain is still in its place. I’ll probably be doing this a lot for a few days. It’s normal.”

Keith furrowed his brows. Nothing of that seemed normal. Shiro was too hot, he was leaking weird fluids. And his husky, congested voice was not normal either.

Keith bit his bottom lip, fangs showing slightly.

“Do humans do this a lot?”

Shiro coughed into his elbow, lowering himself back down.

“Not really. Only when they’re ill. I might be a little tired for a few days, but I’ll be okay. Besides, I think Galra are immune to this. You don’t have to worry.”

Shiro yawned and smiled tiredly, but Keith still wasn’t convinced.

“Is there something I can do for you?”

Shiro shook his head, burrowing his head into the pillow.

“I’ll feel better after a good night of sleep. If I still feel bad I’ll take some medicine, but I don’t feel too bad just yet. Come back to sleep, Keith. I’ll be okay.”

Keith eyed Shiro suspiciously, but he decided to let his worries drown and he cuddled against Shiro’s muscular chest once again.

They both fell asleep in a short time.

…

Their house was on fire, and Keith was trying to crawl out of the burning building. He could hear somebody coughing, in that ocean of fire and smoke. Shiro! He had to go back and save him. But just as Keith turned around in search for Shiro, a burning door fell on him, and Keith woke up with a gasp.

His skin and t-shirt were damp with sweat, but Keith realized that it wasn’t his own. In his arms, Shiro was absolutely soaked. And way too hot.

Shiro was radiating heat like a stove, yet somehow he was still shivering. It was almost impossible for Keith to stay so close to him.

Whatever it was, this was not normal. Gently, Keith tried to shake Shiro awake.

“Hey… wake up…”

Shiro opened his eyes, but barely. He clearly wasn’t conscious, and the absent look in his fever-bright eyes scared Keith to death. Ragged breaths escaped Shiro’s chapped lips, and Keith pressed his cool hands on his angry red cheeks.

Burning.

Shiro gasped in pain, a sound that broke Keith’s heart. He had to do something, but what? He had never seen such a violent reaction in Galra people.

Then, for some reason, his brain reminded him of the time when Shiro had taught him how to bake an apple pie. They had put it on the window sill, “to cool down”, like Shiro had said.

Maybe it worked for humans too!

Keith tried to lift Shiro, not without difficulties.

He was really tiny for his species, and the human was a heavy, tall mountain of muscles.

Huffing and sighing, Keith managed to drag Shiro to their backyard, and deposited him under their oak tree.

Shiro didn’t look any better. He was barely conscious and the cold night air only made his chills worse.

He mustered all his energy and managed to rasp “Keith… c-cold…” before passing out again.

Keith almost screeched in frustration, at loss of what to do.

He left Shiro under the tree, and crossed the garden to call their neighbour. He needed help.

He banged on the door, calling loudly.

“Hunk! HUNK!”

After a few minutes of calling and shouting, a sleepy boy appeared at the door, rubbing his tired eyes. He was still in his pajamas, and he didn’t seem happy that his sleep was interrupted.

“Keith? It’s three in the morning, I hope you have a good explanation for this.”

“Shiro is glitchy!” Keith screamed, breathless.

Hunk blinked at him, not sure he had comprehended.

“Shiro is what?”

“Glitchy!”

Hunk stared at him in silence for a few seconds, confusion written all over his face.

“Keith, what are you talking about? Are you sleepwalking? Go back to bed, let’s talk tomorrow…”

“NO!”

Keith grabbed Hunk’s shoulders, urgency in his voice.

“You have to help me! He’s hot, in pain and he can’t wake up! There’s something wrong!”

Something finally clicked in Hunk’s head. He hurried to grab his coat and he asked Keith to lead the way.

They found Shiro in the same exact place where Keith had left him, still and pale as a sheet save for the red flush on his cheeks and ears.

Hunk knelt down, palming Shiro’s face and neck and hissing at the heat. He was on fire.

Hunk tried to shake him, gently.

“Shiro. It’s Hunk. Come on, man, open your eyes.”

Shiro slowly came to, trying to say something, but Hunk shushed him down.

“It’s okay, it’s okay. It’s gonna be okay.”

Hunk lifted Shiro with less difficulty than Keith had, being larger and stronger, and carried him inside, depositing him on the couch.

Without a word, Hunk went to the bathroom to fetch a washcloth and some water.

When he came back, the scene in front of him almost brought him to tears. Keith was sitting on the ground in front of the couch, his yellow eyes full of sadness and worry, and his big furry ears were lowered in such a way that it was just painful to see. Hunk carefully deposited the cloth on Shiro’s forehead, and scratched Keith’s head affectionately.

“He’ll be okay. It’s just a fever. He’ll be up and about again in no time. Don’t worry, Keith.”

Keith looked at Shiro with apprehension.

Pale, sweaty and unconscious, his love looked anything but okay.

At loss of what to do, Keith leaned his head on Shiro’s chest to comfort him, but ended up counting his heartbeats. Fast, but steady.

A rhythmic lullaby that he loved so dearly.

Keith closed his eyes. Shiro felt so alive underneath his touch. Before he knew it, Keith was lulled to sleep by the heartbeats of his soulmate. Hunk chuckled, and sat in the armchair next to them. It was going to be a long night.

How about "When was the last time you slept?" From the latest ask meme? I am craving that good exhaustion whump lol. For Miro? <3

Sorry it took me ages to complete this, but life has been pretty busy lately!Enjoy!

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I Missed You

Summary: A sick Victor meets Yuuri at the airport. Some fluff ensues.

1800~ words

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I’ve very into various symptoms interupting with sleep lately. You know, all the basics like bad congestion keeping someone up because it takes longer than usual to fall asleep when you can’t breath through your nose, coughing all through the night, waking up to the uncomfortably warmth of your own pillow and finding it hard to fall back asleep because even if you turn the pillow the other side is heated up by your fever in seconds. Having to deal with a constantly running nose the whole night.

what’s that buzzing sound?

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