Little Prompt, Where Peter And Tony Having An Argument About Tony May Or May Not Be Ill (he Certainly

Slang Resources

Since I had an earlier ask about slang, I thought I’d pull together a few resources:

Historical Dictionary of American Slang - allows you to search by year

Slang Terms for Sex (And Related F*ckery) - Bow chicka wah wah

Medieval Slang Terms and Terminology - PDF File (Use these sparingly)

Shakespearean Slang and Sexual Language

Elizabethan Slang and Terminology

Victorian Slang Terms - Again, use sparingly

1700s UK Slang Terminology

Military Slang (Revolutionary War Era)

Slang From Colonial America

Civil War Era Slang

1920s Slang

Great Depression Era Slang

1940s Slang

1950s Slang

1960s Slang

1970s Slang

1980s Slang

1990s Slang

Sleeping Beauty

Yuuri shouldn’t be wearing his glasses while he sleeps, but Victor doesn’t want to wake him. So naturally, the only option is for Victor to remove them without disturbing the sleeping skater.

Fluff without plot, based on this prompt by @allergenius

1200~ words

Continuar lendo

💟 “Are you okay?” response prompts:

“Why do you keep asking me that?”

“I’ve been better.”

“Not really…”

“Yeah, my stomach’s just bothering me a little.”

“No, my stomach’s really bothering me.”

“Do I look okay to you?”

“I was just going to ask you that.”

“I’m fine. I’m just tired.”

“I will be once we get home.”

“Not exactly.”

“No, I kind of feel like I’m going to throw up.”

“Yeah, sorry, I’m just a little out of it today.”

*shrugs* “I don’t know. I feel funny.”

*covers mouth and shakes head before making a mad dash for the bathroom*

“Yeah, I think so.”

“No, something’s not agreeing with me.”

*shivers* “I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure I’m running a fever.”

“Like you care.”

*wraps arms around belly and starts to cry* “No.”

*blinks dazedly* “Huh? Are you talking to me?” ———————————————

“Relatively speaking.”

“At this point? Not sure I’ll ever be okay again.”

*swallows thickly* “No, I think I’m gonna be sick.”

“Hard to say.”

“No, I’m starving.”

*snorts* “Did ____ send you?”

“Not even a little bit.”

*shakes head* “I don’t feel good.”

“I think I’m as far from okay as I can be.”

“Yup! I’m right as rain.”

“Don’t ask stupid questions.”

“No, I-I don’t–” *faints*

“I’m not talking to you.”

“Who’s asking? Because I know it’s not you.”

“Define ‘okay.’”

“You know I hate that question.”

“No. I have the worst stomach ache.”

*sarcastically* “Oh, yeah, I’m great.”

*shakes head and buries face into friend’s shoulder*

“Ugh, no. I think I’m gonna hurl.” ———————————————

“Yeah. Why?”

“No. I just threw up.”

*can’t answer over the urge to gag*

“Yes. You’re starting to sound like a broken record.”

“Yeah, fine. Why do you ask?”

“Would you be okay?”

*gasping breaths, crying* “No. I can’t breathe.”

“No, I-I need a bucket.”

“Yeah, don’t worry about me.”

“You have some nerve asking me that.”

*knees collapse*

“No. I don’t think my stomach’s too happy with me.”

“That’s a bit of a loaded question.”

“I dunno. Do I feel hot to you?”

“Never better.”

“No, I feel like my insides are liquifying.”

“Nnh. My head feels like it’s gonna explode.”

“I think you need to answer that question first.”

“Psh. Of course I am.”

“That’s gonna be a negative, ghost rider.” ———————————————

“If I said ‘yes’ would you believe me?

“Jury’s still out.”

“I feel like I could puke at any second, but other than that I’m great.”

“Oh, yeah, I’m living the dream.”

“I’ll let you know when I figure it out.”

“Compared to who?”

“No. Pretty sure I’m dying.”

“I’ll live.”

“Well, I’m still alive.”

“No, I’m really dizzy.”

“No, I think I’m sick. Really sick.”

“You’re receiving medical attention right now and you’re asking me if I’m okay?”

“Just peachy.”

“No, I’m not okay. Is that what you want to hear?”

*exasperated* “Yes, quit asking me that!”

*shakes head, pinches bridge of nose* “I think I need to leave.”

“You already asked me that today. You passed your quota.”

*humming no and cradling belly* “Mm-mm. M-My stomach…”

“No… I’m gonna–” *throws up hugely*

*stomach makes loud gurgling noise* “Yeah, sorry, my stomach’s just going haywire.”

t….termite………

she’s pretty neat

i love those lingering symptoms after a cold. like, the person’s still congested and it’s just enough to numb out their consonants and make it obvious they’ve been sick. they might still be a little washed-out looking and tired, dozing off in the middle of the day; they don’t have their energy back yet. more frequent breaks and the occasional cough, not having much of an appetite because food still doesn’t taste quite right - just little things that tell people that they’re not at 100%. 

I love the way you write soft whump!! Would you consider writing a sickfic in which A is very sick (fever, weakness, the works) but keeps trying to get up and do things so B and C have to band together to keep them in bed and take care of them?

thank you so much!! and thanks for being patient - this was a perfect prompt for @sicktember!

sicktember day 30: get back in bed!

“Finally got them back in bed,” C says, walking back into the living room where B is watching TV. 

“What was it this time?” B asks, eyes not leaving the screen.

C huffs a laugh. “They were trying to reorganize the bookshelves.” 

B rolls their eyes. “Why? You wouldn’t catch them dead doing that if they were healthy.” 

C shrugs. “I guess fevers make them restless? In any case, they should be–”

A crash interrupts their train of thought, and both B and C look up the stairs, groaning in unison as they head back to A’s bedroom. 

But A’s not in the rumpled covers, nor are they in B or C’s beds (of which they tried to change the sheets twice already today). No, this time they’ve crawled to the bathroom, where they’re carefully lining up all the bath products from the cupboard along the floor next to the shower. A blanket’s tangled around their shoulders, and their hair is sleep-mussed and wild.

“A, honey,” B kneels down next to them, laying a hand on their shoulder. “You shouldn’t be up.” 

“I have to return these, B. There’s too many.” Their voice is scratchy, frantic, and their glassy eyes are wide. “But I can’t find the shampoo.” They’re clutching a bottle of body wash to their chest, lower lip trembling like they’re ready to burst into tears. 

B presses their other hand against A’s forehead, then looks up at C with worried eyes. “Their fever’s worse.” 

C nods, kneeling down on the floor next to the other two. “A? We can take care of this later. Right now, you need to get back in bed.” They gently pry the bottle out of A’s trembling hand and hoist them up, B with their arm around their other side. A is dead weight between them, and C catches B’s eyes as they stumble down the hallway.

“Desperate measures?” C asks.

“Desperate measures,” B replies.

When they get to the bedroom, C pours another dose of flu medicine into the small plastic cup, and B helps prop A up on the bed so they can choke the cherry-flavored liquid down. Afterwards, they ease A back under the covers, then C and B take their places on both sides of them.

“What….what’re you doing?” A’s still out of it, but they’re lucid enough to know that C and B are two unusual additions to their bed.

“Making sure you stay,” B says, gently tapping A’s nose. “Close your eyes and let the medicine do the work. We’ll be right next to you.”

A looks like they want to argue, but their eyes are already slipping shut, and the protests die on their lips. In minutes, they’re unconscious, as evidenced by their short, shallow breaths. B leans up on one elbow, casting a nervous glance at C.

“They’re really sick, aren’t they?” B’s voice is hardly more than a whisper.

C nods. “Yeah, they are.” They gaze down at A’s sleeping form, raising a hand to brush a lock of their hair behind their ear. “But they’ll be okay. We’ll make sure of it.”

Still, neither of them leave A’s side for the rest of the night.

Bugtober Day 30: Nightmare

he needs a hug

1/2/3/4/5/6/?

Part 1/?