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Honestly I just imagined it was left over from Gerry camping out in the archives when he didn’t want to deal with his mom.

Also someone told my metal cot monstrosity looks like it belongs in the extinction. 🤣

i promise ive thought about the cot in tma a normal amount

#neat world building #woo #tma #notsnz

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See I always wondered how Jon got a cot into the archives because up until this point the only cots I'd ever seen were these ugly metal behemoths we used when I worked at a camp.

Which these things are heavy as hell and not fun to haul by yourself, down a rocky hill let alone down into a dusty archive and also require a mattress. Now that I think about it was probably more like and actual camping cot. Probably something like this:

Unless it was already in the archives and Jon just dragged the spooky metal cot to document storage not even questioning why it was there. Maybe it was left over from Gerry or Gertrude.

now of course this has been said before but consider: au where everybody already knew about the cot because one time nobody had seen or heard from jon in a few hours and tim went looking and found him lying down in the back corner in doc storage, asleep, half-curled under a blanket

tim's first thought was huh??? his second was how'd he get that thing in here. his third was where's he get off lecturing martin when he's napping on the job. his fourth was wait but why is he napping on the job. his fifth was oh hell he's shivering isn't he

well shit, tim said out loud, and jon jolted upright, either not asleep after all or a very light sleeper

sorry, tim said, and frowned sympathetically. so much for escaping the archives bug, huh?

#tma thoughts #Not snz

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I’m sorry breakups suck.

M and I broke up 😔

If anyone wants to send distractions or ST (Steddie or Edissy) prompts for when I feel less shit I’ll probably be online later 😭

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holiday fluff & comfort prompts

Because we all deserve some fluff & comfort and some inspiration during the holiday season ❄️🎄❤️✨

🎄  tree lighting ceremony

🎅🏻  holiday shopping

🌲  holiday movies

🌟  midnight mass / holiday service

🕎 lights/candles

✨  holiday decorations

🔥  cuddling by the fire

❄️  flurries

☃️  out in the snow

🌨  snowed in

💨  the coldest day this winter

🥘  hot soup/stew on a cold day

☕️  holiday coffeeshop date

🍵  tea/coffee/cocoa

🍪  cookies

⛸  ice skating

🥁  holiday music / carols

🧩  board games

✈️  holiday travel

🦠  sniffles

🥶 shivers

💊  coughs & colds

🌡  fevery cuddles

🤧 sick for the holidays

🎁  wrapping gifts

🎈  work party

📎 working through the holidays

🎉  new year’s eve

🏥 doctor / hospital visit

😵‍💫 holiday stress

💔 alone for the holidays

#I need to write more #these are cute #send me some pairings #and a loose plot #and I'll try to write something

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thinking about a modern steddie au (maybe tattoo artist eddie if i end up writing something?) where eddie is sick as a dog and steve is staying over to take care of him so eddie ropes him into watching the LOTR trilogy for the first time. they're stuck, might as well, right?

so of course eddie, sniffling and sneezing his way through the films, goes sharing all the nerd facts about the movies with steve.

"y'kdow snff! all of those hobbit hills were built like a year before filbi'g so it could all grow over?"

"no shit? they really prepped for this, huh?"

"oh yeah, h-hhh harri'gtod- h'xtshhiew! ugh, s'cuse b'me..."

"bless you, tissues?"

"yes, please"

#Adorable #I unfortunately do not know enough lord of the rings facts to right this #Lol Sad times #🥲

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a visibly very sick person gets into a cab in a city. they're breathing through their mouth, their nose bright red, with a scarf around their throat and a coat on and a full box of tissues under one arm. they enter the backseat of the cab and immdietely start sneezing into a wad of tissues from their pocket; the cab driver waits until theyre done, and they sniffle thickly.

"Ubb," they rasp. "third add ubb snurrfff thirdy sig--a'ETCHOO!" They sneeze uncovered, leaving a large splatter on the plastic divider, and sniffle, then let out a heavy, uncovered chesty cough.

the cab driver can barely make out what they're saying between the laryngitis and the stuffiness, and instead makes a vauge guess: "The doctor's office on thirty-sixth?"

the person nodds, but their eyelids are fluttering again. "eehh...etUSCHOOOO! Ughh..." another splatter on the plastic divider. another thick, congested sniffle. "sorry," they rasp, "I, ubb. Ib really sigg. Snurxxt. Guuhh..." they pull out more tissues and let out a long, gurgling blow, then lean their head on the window, where it stays for the entire ride as they snuffle and sneeze and cough.

when they get to the office, the sickie snuffles miserably and attempts to pay in cash with crumpled bills from their coat pocket, which is also filled with used tissues.

"don't worry about it," the driver says as they get out and thank him, although not without another couple sneezes in the cab.

#steddie #steve’s a doctor/nurse #and by some coincidence eddie always ends up being his cab driver #eddie:…I swear this isn’t planned.

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someone laid up in a large, overstuffed lay-z-boy recliner, head rested on pillows and body wrapped in blankets pulled from their bed to make them more comfortable as they start to battle some kind of monstrous cold. it hit them like a truck just the day before, and now their bagged, heavy-lidded eyes are glazed as they stare blankly at the TV, breathing through their constantly parted chapped lips. they've crammed tissues up their flaming red nostrils in an attempt to just lie motionless for a while without having to tend to their stuffy, streaming nose, but every so often their breathing becomes heavier and their eyes wince closed as they hitch, pulling out their nose plugs and readying a thick wad of tissues from a box they've been pulling from for the past day. their sneezes are heavy, thick, and wet, and end with a flurry of sickly sniffling and a long, tentative nose blow, followed by a round of chesty coughs and a soft, stuffy groan from their parted lips.

they're very pale, they clearly dont want to do anything or even talk much at all, and they shiver under the blankets and ask their partner for an ice pack for the splitting headache they've developed. the expired cold medicine from the cabinet doesnt seem to make a dent, and when it comes for another round of nyquil their partner clocks their temperature at 101, creeping up towards 102. the sickie was wrong, and it isn't just a cold (as was obvious to their partner, who's never seen a cold this bad); in fact they're actually on day 1 or 2 of the flu, and a bad case of it. they're going to be spending the next 4-6 days slowly shuffling between their bed and the couch and recliner as their partner takes the guest bedroom, and it's going to get worse before it gets better.

the sickie takes this news better than anticipated, now feeling too sick to argue, and only sniffles miserably and says okay, then asks for something for the newly-sprung aches and pains all over their body.

"I think you're past the asprin we have," their partner says. "I might have to run out and get something a bit stronger for this."

"...Ogay..." the sickie mumbles, and sniffles. the first pricklings of chills are running up and down their body under their pajamas. "...cobe bagg sood...I dodd feel good add all..."

their partner leaves, and the sickie resumes staring blankly at the TV while they sniffle and cough, and their eyelids droop. they hadn't felt this sick in years, and while their partner had gotten their flu shot, they hadn't bothered. they had the feeling they would need to retreat to bed for a bit once their partner returned, just so they could lay motionless in the dark for a bit with their eyes closed and an icepack on their head, but they also didn't want to lose any warmth they had trapped in their sick nest in the lay-z-boy, or aggravate any aches more than they had to; maybe they would just stay put. but they would have to lay down in bed for the night.

the night was going to be rough, and they already feel horrible. they feel ten times worse than they had yesterday. they feel bad for having their partner do things for them. they feel miserable, like they're teeming with viruses, and they feel like their body is slowly melting into a heavy, mucusy blob of flu in their living room, unable to do anything but cough and sneeze and sleep propped up in the recliner, and indeed this last scenario is what they dream they are when they dose off and start into soft, congested snoring around the tissues they've stuffed up their nostrils, waiting for their partner to come home.

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Happy Birthday!

We love a boring birthday 🤣

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Or imagine someone thinking that they're pollen allergies are going haywire because of all the flowers only to find out they're fake and that they're really catching a cold/getting sick.

Almost certain these flowers were fake but my mind still went to a poor hottie suffering through a date while their pollen allergies relentlessly tease and torture their sensitive nose 💕

#added thoughts #snzario #thoughts

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fall snz prompts

🎃 : they’re at a pumpkin patch or picking apples while fighting a losing battle against their nose. Hot cider and tissues are a welcome comfort on the drive home.

👻: they go to a haunted house (the fun kind or the spooky, actually haunted kind) despite their friend or s/o’s protests because of their worsening condition. Once there, their shivers only get worse.

🍂: something always sets them off this time of year - the last bit of ragweed from summer, the spicy autumnal candles their partner puts around the house, the mildew and dust that seem so much more abundant now. It’s particularly obnoxious this year.

🔥: they’re at a bonfire, maybe on a camping trip with some friends, and they can’t stop sniffling and muffling stuffy sneezes in the sleeve of their jacket. Is it from the smoke? A different allergy? The cold their friend had last week? Who knows, but everyone does their best to take care of them out in the woods.

🍁: the leaves have piled up and need to be raked, but the task always sets off their allergies. Normally their partner does it, but they’ve been busy or maybe have been dealing with allergies or a cold of their own. They’ll just have to tough it out and deal with it, and the day of itchy consequences afterward.

✨: their friend or partner is helping them put on makeup for their Halloween costume, but all the brushes on their face keep making them pause to sneeze. Eventually, after it happens a handful of times, their friend/partner asks them if everything is okay - are they sick? Are their allergies acting up? The brushes shouldn’t be bothering them that much.

🥧: they’re attending some kind of gathering, maybe a potluck or Halloween party, and are definitely starting to come down with something. They don’t want to ruin the mood by complaining, but feel obligated to be there.

🎬: they’re watching a scary movie marathon with their friends and cannot. stop. sneezing. At first, maybe their friends thought it was funny, but now they’re starting to get concerned. What’s going on?

🌧: it wasn’t supposed to rain today, last time they checked. Unfortunately, things have changed since then, apparently, and they’re walking to work (or some other destination) in a freezing drizzle. If they’re not already coming down with something, they will be by this evening.

🧣: it’s freezing and they’re sick. Maybe they’re cold from a fever, or maybe their partner deems them not dressed warmly enough for the weather. Either way, they end up in their partner’s clothes.

#I love Fall… #maybe I can actually fill some prompts #autumn snz

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Sicktember Day 1 - Hopelesslt Bad at Self Care

Fandom: Stranger Things (Canonverse)

Summary: Platonic Stobin; Robin knows Steve is getting sick before he does

Word count: 500

They’re finishing up the evening shift at family video when Steve starts to cough. He pats his fist against his chest in a joking way, not even knowing he did it.

Robin glances over at her friend who’s counting the cash in the register. He sniffles and looks up to meet her stare.

“What??” He asks, “Quit staring at me.”

“You feeling okay over there Casanova?” she quirks an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah. Fine.” He stares at her waiting for further explanation.

“Nothing. Go drink some water.”

Steve shrugs and goes back to counting the cash, clearing his throat. “I’m fine.”

He brushes off the comment, genuinely perplexed why Robin seemed to be in his business all of a sudden. He made sure to finish counting the change before he slipped away to the back, taking a swig of water. His throat did feel a little scratchy now, but Robin didn’t need to know that.

“You need a ride home Robin? Looks like it’s gonna rain.” Steve asked when he came back.

She was finishing sweeping the floors and perked up at the offer. “Sure! If it’s not too much trouble.”

“I practically drive you everywhere else Robs.” He laughed and rolled his eyes. “Get your crap, let’s go.”

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Steve wakes up around 8am the next morning feeling like garbage. Not bedridden terrible, but bad enough to cancel his brunch with Robin that was scheduled for later.

He stared tiredly at the pale reflection as he brushed his teeth before padding downstairs. The Harrington residence was empty - not an unusual occurrence anymore. The brunette coughed into his sleeve on the way to the kitchen where the landline was.

He was just about to pick up the phone when a knock on the door startled him. It was probably one of the kids wanting to drag him out to do something dumb. He wasn’t going to answer but -

“H’ISSSHuhiEW!”

- the loud sneeze gave him away. Fuck.

He scrubbed at his nose, opening the door, surprised to see Robin staring at him.

“Bless you! I brought you some stuff!”

She smiled, pushing past him and letting herself in, dumping the contents of the plastic bag onto his kitchen table: some cans of soup, cold medicine, tissues and cough drops.

“Ta Da!” She gestured at the table.

“How’d you know I’m sick? I didn’t even call you yet.”

“Oh I knew yesterday.” She retorted, “You’re welcome!”

Steve blinked slowly in confusion. “Thanks. I meant to call you about brunch, I-”

“Don’t worry about it, Dingus. There’s a reason I brought these goodies over. You are hopelessly bad at self care.”

“What would I do without you?”

“You’d die.” Robin teased, “Now go lie down I’ll try and make you some soup.”

Steve huffed a sigh, grabbing the tissues and cold meds off the table and taking them with him to the living room.

“Thanks Robin.”

#cute! #Platonic s/tobbin #I love this #so cuuuuuuutttteeee!!!

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A is sick with a fever. They're covered in blankets, sitting on the couch next to B. A is shivering and feeling cold constantly, and even the blankets barely keep them feeling like they're NOT freezing.

Then suddenly, A gets a tickly, messy, violent sneezing fit, but they don't want to cover - as that would mean getting their hands out from under the blankets.

So they sneeze in front of them and some of it lands on the blankets as well. Their nose is running and the mess gets down their upper lip. They're shivering and teary-eyed.

Face and blanket sprayed with mess, A sniffles desperately, and leans to B. A's nose is still tickling (and it keeps dripping, which doesn't help), so they start rubbing it against B's neck, as rubbing it with their own hand would be too much of an effort.

So A's nose spreads the mess and germs all over B's skin, and A's nose gets even more red and irritated from the rubbing.

But oh it feels so good~

#hot damn #😳😳😳😳