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fairyniceyeah · 2 months ago

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💎🍚Day 9: Overdramatic Caretaker

@sicktember

Summary: “You should sit out for the rest of the concert.” Had Hoshi finally completely lost his mind?

CW: emeto, fainting

Sickie: Woozi/Jihoon Caretaker: Hoshi/Soonyoung

“You should sit out for the rest of the concert.”

At first the words didn’t even make sense in Woozi’s head, even less so the fact that they were directed at him. He blinked up at Hoshi, brushing back his long blond hair that fell into his face. They had just come down from the stage for a short VCR break a.k.a. “if you change your outfit quick enough you may even be able to use the bathroom before going back out”. They had still the last parts of the concert left, having just finished All My Love and were about to perform Maestro.

“What?”, he stuttered out, completely confused.

Had Hoshi finally completely lost his mind?

Seungcheol and Wonwoo, who were standing close enough to overhear the conversation, looked just as lost as Woozi felt. Wonwoo even had stopped halfway through switching his pants, only one leg clad in the new trousers for the next set. The leader on the other hand was blinking in confusion, as if he had just heard the most ridiculous thing in the world - which, to be fair, Hoshi’s statement just might be.

“You dropped your mic when we left the stage”, Hoshi added when he saw the confusion, sounding so logical as if that explained anything.

Woozi flushed, embarrassed. Luckily the mics had already been turned off but still some of the other members had startled at the loud sound, Mingyu joking that maybe Woozi was just as clumsy as he was.

“I promise I won’t drop it on stage if that's what you’re worried about?”

“That’s nice but I think you really should sit out”, Hoshi insisted.

Seungcheol seemed to have enough of the vague explanations and said: “For the love of God, just say what you want to say, Soonyoung-ah.” He looked around. “And Wonwoo-yah, put on your pants, it’s getting awkward.”

The other rapped flushed, quickly getting dressed as Hoshi rolled his eyes.

“Fine, I’ll say it outright: You’re normally not clumsy at all, Jihoon-ah. I don’t think I have ever seen you drop anything unless ... you’re having a migraine aura, aren't you?”

That was what Hoshi was worried about? It would have been cute if he hadn’t made such a fuss out of nothing. Sure, Jihoon normally didn’t drop stuff easily but he had been more focused on not falling than the microphone. The contrast between the extremely bright stage and the darkness backstage had temporarily made him unable to see anything and he hadn’t wanted to fall down the stairs, thank you very much.

“No, I don’t”, Woozi replied, glaring at Hoshi, Seungcheol, Wonwoo and all the others who had suddenly given up on pretending not to listen after hearing the word migraine. “I feel fine.”

“Are you sure?”, Seungkwan called worriedly, apparently unable to understand that Hoshi was making a mountain out of a molehill and the words I am fine.

“Yes”, Woozi insisted, annoyed. “I just dropped my mic, it happens. Do you want me to remind you that you nearly dropped Dino’s phone into the pool yesterday? Twice, I might mention.”

“You did what?”, Dino screeched.

“Relax. Notice how hyung said nearly? It’s still working, isn’t it?”, Seungkwan defended himself.

Woozi focused on changing his outfit then, happy the conversation was turned from him. If throwing Seungkwan under the bus was all it took, he should do it more often.

The others seemed satisfied with the explanation, dropping the subject and soon enough they were about to enter the stage again. Well, all of them except Hoshi.

“I’m keeping an eye on you. And that is a promise, not a threat”, Hoshi said just before the mics turned on, robbing Woozi of a chance to reply.

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It was sometime around Together that Woozi had to admit to himself that maybe Hoshi had not been overly dramatic at all. Everytime the stage lights shone into his direction he felt stars explode in his vision. His hand and a part of his face felt a bit numb, like they always did when he in fact had a migraine aura. And he never had had a problem with the difference of lighting on stage and backstage before.

It couldn’t have come at a worse point in time.

Still, he was Woozi, an idol. He was not going to let what might be an aura stop him from performing. Besides, they only had Headliner and, well, an uncertain amount of Aju Nice’s left.

He could do it. If he was lucky he had about an hour until he was reduced to being a miserable, queasy mess. It was enough time to finish the concert and well, he preferably wanted to be at the dorm if that really was his future. It didn’t seem likely that they would finish that soon and they’d still be at the stadium or in transit when it hit but the most important thing was to finish the concert.

He decided to push all thoughts of unwellness aside.

It was until they were on that huge moving platform that he succeeded. He trailed after the other hyung-line members, only speeding up a bit when he realized how far back he had fallen and managed to catch up with Wonwoo and Jeonghan who seemed exhausted as well. Wandering around aimlessly was better than standing still, even if the motion was making him dizzy.

When Joshua wrapped an arm around him to wave at the Carats below them he just smiled and hoped it didn’t look like a grimace. His stomach was starting to feel a bit uncomfortable and he crossed his arms protectively around his abdomen, hoping it just looked like his nonchalant personality or even as if he was trying to show off his muscles.

He may have been able to fool Carats but Hoshi took one look at him when arranging them for the dance part and his worry came back instantly. The older placed a hand on his shoulder, squeezing in support. His eyes read a concerned “Are you okay?”

Woozi nodded at him and hoped he would be fine.

It wasn’t like he could not be. He was so far away from any exits that there wasn't even a chance for him to leave if he wanted or, he hoped it never came to that, had to. All in the eyes of the fans too. No, he couldn’t be anything but fine.

He was so lost in his thoughts that he at first didn’t even notice he was jumping into the opposite direction as his hyungs despite having started the same way and it took a few more jumps until he was clumsily able to correct himself. By then they were nearly done and he gave up on the motion as soon as he could.

His vision was spinning and flashing and the upright movement of the platform was only worsening it. At least he was able to sing while it moved; concentrating on the words and notes saving him. He was supposed to walk towards the fans on the balconies but as soon as a stage light hit him directly in the face, he spun around and walked back to oversee the Carats on the floor. They wouldn’t be able to see if he was wincing or showing discomfort as easily as any Carat on the same height as they were.

But as the platform moved, and that was a horrible horrible feeling, he was starting to get blinded by the stage lights again. He had no choice but to turn to the Carats on the balcony. He just hoped that walking around (and not tripping over his own feet) was enough to not have any of the fans focus on him, instead choosing to focus on the members waving at them.

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It was in the middle of the platform moving from the front stage to the middle stage when the first tendrils of pain began sneaking in, a wave of uneasiness and, worse, queasiness following. Woozi stopped in his tracks for a second, panic taking over. It was only then that he realized that he was trapped on the platform with no way out, all while thousands of Carats watched. He had no choice but to push through. He had no choice at all. When the platform finally arrived on the other side, Woozi ignored the pain in order to sprint off the deathtrap they’d been on, glad for the solid ground and closer exits now. Still, he would only give up when he had no other choice.

In the end, Woozi had no idea how often they had sung Aju Nice. Four times? Five times?

He had tried his best to pretend he was fine but with his vision constantly exploding with lights and the sound starting to hurt his ears it had been incredibly hard to hide that he was going down fast. Nausea was starting to make him feel simultaneously chilled and too warm and saliva was gathering in his mouth. Hoshi had given him worried glances all the time, sticking as close as possible without making it too obvious. At one point Woozi even had to switch microphone hands as he feared that he would drop it again, his hand feeling incredibly numb. And then, when they were just done, just about to end, the real pain hit unexpectedly. It was like a supernova erupted in his eye and his knees nearly gave up on him. Just a few more minutes he told himself.

Holding on and praying he would be fine was all he could do when it was time to say goodbye. Seungcheol’s speech seemed to drag on longer than normally and when they bowed it took all his strength to not throw up right then and there on stage and just stand back up again.

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The screen separating them from the view of Carats had not even fully closed when his knees gave out and he crashed to the floor.

Woozi was aware that somebody was carrying him away, aware of the chaos and the worry. But everything just hurt. He was in so much pain he couldn’t even tell who was with him and what they were saying. He just whimpered and buried his face in the person’s shoulder, needing to escape from the light at last.

He was laid down on what he assumed was a waiting room couch, the leather cool against his overheated skin. Voices were still washing over him but he was too disoriented to know what was going on except for the awful pain in his head.

Something was placed over his mouth and nose. An oxygen mask? Only then did he realize how fast and irregular his breathing was and how it made his pain worse. Taking deeper breaths was barely helping.

An ice pack was pressed to his forehead and Woozi breathed out in relief. It was the first nice thing he had felt since, well, maybe his bed that morning. He became aware enough of a hand stroking his hair back and then Soonyoung whispering to him in a low voice. Woozi couldn’t make out the words but it was comforting enough.

Sadly the comfort was soon replaced by another stab of pain. Jihoon couldn’t help but cry out in pain, tears gathering in his eyes. It hurt so badly. He just wanted it to stop.

Instead it got worse. The nausea that had been threatening him for so long finally boiled over and the person holding the oxygen mask to his face didn’t even have enough time to pull it away between the first gag and the hot vomit rushing up his throat.

Jihoon coughed, desperately trying not to breathe in the sick that was running back into his mouth, and then people started shouting. He pathetically whimpered at the noise level. Luckily somebody shushed the voices and then, finally, Jihoon was turned to his side.

He choked and gagged helplessly for what seemed like an eternity, unable to feel anything but the white-hot lava in his skull and the unrelenting waves of disgusting vomit coming up.

When it was over, Jihoon just closed his eyes and let himself pass out.

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Jihoon had no idea if he had been awake before he woke up the next day around lunch.

(He had been but the members were glad he didn't remember his crying and throwing up and the terrible pain that had left him helpless and sick for hours nor how scared they all had been since he had just collapsed on them unexpectedly to anybody other than Soonyoung.)

As he blinked his eyes open at last, he was greeted by Soonyoung sitting on the floor by his bed, a bucket still at the side just in case. The older smiled brightly at him when he came to understand that Jihoon was not in the throes of the migraine anymore, just a bit shaky and still with a slight headache.

“Hey, Hoonie”, he whispered, still mindful of any possibly remaining symptoms, “how are you feeling?”

“Okay”, Jihoon breathed out, “good.”

“Good”, Soonyoung repeated, brushing Jihoon’s hair out of his face, “huh, guess I wasn’t overly dramatic after all?”

Jihoon groaned and buried his face in his pillows. It may have been embarrassing, yet, yet it did feel good to know that Soonyoung was looking out for him.

Notes: Somehow this unexpectedly turned into a “re-telling”/”what if” of Seventeen’s Follow Again concert in Seoul on April 27th 2024. Below are the yt links I used as references, obviously the videos don’t belong to me!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NvJKdvzuBtM&list=PL0n1IhkYiG2wx43JrJgevoNW_kBqXSL_o&index=31

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=loydPUp--qE

Masterlist links: Fairy's Full Masterlist Fairy's Sicktember 2024

#Sicktember #Sicktember 2024 #Day 9: Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker #sickfic #Writing challenge #Kpop #Kpop blog #Kpop sickfic #Kpop sick #🧚🏻‍♀️#Seventeen #Seventeen sick #Sick seventeen #Seventeen sickfic #💎#🐯#🍚#Sickie Woozi/Jihoon #Caretaker Hoshi/Soonyoung

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baubeautyandthegeek · 2 months ago

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Dramatic Love - Barb Pierce/Tiffany Valentine

A/N: Day 9 for @sicktember

Barb is panicking, almost overdramatic, as she talks to Tiffany. She’s clearly hurting, her throat so sore her voice is barely a whisper. She’s been overdramatic before but this time Tiffany can see how worried she is. Tiffany moves closer slowly, wraps her closer and cradles her in her lap, rocking slowly, smoothing soft fingers through the other woman’s hair. She can feel the woman’s shivering slow down and smiles as she presses a soft kiss to her hairline. “There now, good girl, let Tiffy take care of you Sweetheart.” Barb whimpers softly, soft fingers curling into Tiffany’s shirt before she lets herself settle against her fully, letting sleep take over.

#barb pierce #tiffany valentine #barb/tiffany #tiffany/barb #chucky #child's play #day 9 #overdramatic patient/caretaker #overdramatic patient #sicktember #sicktember 2024

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roselightfairy · 2 months ago

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Ficlet for @sicktember prompts 8 ("The nearest doctor is probably hours away from here!") and 9 (Overdramatic patient/caretaker) with some Legolas and Gimli on the road. I've been wanting to think about how they must start adapting a travel-heavy lifestyle as Gimli gets older, and these prompts provided the perfect opportunity.

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“Legolas.”

Legolas twisted at the waist, craning his neck around for a better look at his husband. Not for the first time, he cursed this riding position, which prevented him from seeing Gimli if he needed to, from noticing if anything was amiss with him. It had served them well enough in Gimli’s younger days, but Legolas would have switched the order of their seating long ago, if Gimli would let him. If Gimli would ever admit that there were times he needed Legolas’s help. “Yes, love?”

“I . . .” Gimli’s voice was tremulous, wavering below its usual volume. “I feel faint.”

Those words sent cold rushing through Legolas’s veins, the flood of an icy river crashing over him and throwing every sensation into sharp clarity. He moved fast – faster than he had perhaps ever moved in his life – silently calling the horse to a stop, turning his arms and body in a simultaneous sinuous motion: the arm reaching to steady Gimli and support his weight if he should sway, while sliding himself off the horse and onto the ground. He helped Gimli down after him before Gimli could so much as protest, his arms easing the transition between the horse and the ground, softening the landing beneath Gimli’s feet and then urging him into a seat on the side of the road.

Gimli grumbled, but less than Legolas would have expected – less than he would have if nothing ailed him. Legolas’s heart beat ferociously in his ears; he too felt faint now, but necessity kept him conscious and alert as he brought a hand to the pulse on Gimli’s neck, another to his chest –

“Legolas,” Gimli murmured, reaching up to catch his hand. “Legolas, it is no call for alarm. Already it is passing.”

Legolas pressed his lips together and ignored him.

Gimli was not one to exaggerate; if anything, he was much more likely to understate his symptoms and push himself beyond his limits. The fact that he would have been concerned enough about this to speak up – to call Legolas to a halt when he knew how to react –

Legolas had been wondering for years now when their traveling days would be behind them. The process of Gimli’s aging had been both slow and quick – quick, because he was a mortal, and his life and experience of time were still and always so much smaller than Legolas’s own. Slow, because he had somehow managed to slow Legolas down to his level – because, when he was with Gimli, the passing seasons did not fleet by beyond his notice, not when every moment was new and worth living to its fullest.

Gimli had managed to slow Legolas’s awareness down to mortal time, and he had forgotten to notice how quickly it was passing. But it had been quick indeed, the years swallowed up like the river into the sea, and now Legolas stood on the other side of so much time that he had not noticed, and Gimli had at last admitted that something on the road was too much for him –

“You are sure?” he said anxiously. “Does anything else ail you?”

“No,” said Gimli. “It was only momentary, Legolas, I swear to you.” When Legolas gazed at him skeptically, Gimli caught his hand where it still rested against his chest, pressed it closer until Legolas could hear his heart beating. “I think I was tired; that is all.”

“Tired?” echoed Legolas. “But you said” –

“I” – Gimli looked as though he had bitten into something sour. “I think these days of travel have grown too long for me,” he confessed. “I would stop to rest, if you are ready.”

At first, Legolas found no comfort in those words. Gimli would not have spoken up about something like this unless he felt truly dire. What was he hiding that Legolas could not see, that he did not want to cause him to worry about?

Unless –

No. Gimli would not lie to Legolas – not now, not when he knew how much of Legolas’s heart and mind were occupied by these very thoughts. He knew the ravages of Legolas’s mind too well, by now; he knew that paltry reassurance meant nothing. He would not say what he did now if he did not truly mean it.

“Of course,” breathed Legolas, and squeezed Gimli’s hand. “But you are – you are sure nothing ails you further?” He did not know what they could do if it did; the nearest healer must be hours away, if not days; they had last passed a town the day before. But he knew that he would ride anywhere, at any speed, for Gimli, if he needed it.

“I am sure,” Gimli said. He brought Legolas’s hand to his lips, and Legolas closed his eyes at the brush of soft beard and warm lips against his fingers. “A night of sleep, and I will be perfectly rested and ready to resume. I promise.”

Legolas turned his hand in Gimli’s grip, lacing their fingers together for a moment and holding on – more gently than he wanted, resisting the urge to squeeze Gimli’s hand as if he could stop the years from pouring like water between his fingertips. Still Gimli’s hand was the steady force it had always been, the stone grounding him to the world, to this moment, to these needs.

“All right,” he whispered, and dared to press just a little tighter. The future would come as it would, but for now, Legolas could put it off just a little longer.

But, as he let Gimli’s hand go and rose to sweep dry leaves into a bed for Gimli’s aging bones, he resolved to insist that they switch their riding positions tomorrow.

#my fic #legolas x gimli #sicktember 2024

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whumperwithwings · 2 months ago

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Sicktember Day 9

9: Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker

Whumpee was pleasantly dreaming, an empty town full of cotton candy at their beck and call before them, when they were abruptly torn from that blissful reality into an aggressively bright and cold hospital room.

Caretaker leaned over Whumpee, concern plastered on their face. "Are you okay? You were twisting and turning and it looked like you were having a nightmare but I wasn't sure but I thought I better be on the safe side and wake you up just in case-"

"I know," Whumpee said quickly, making Caretaker stop talking immediately. "But next time, spare me the alarm clock. Got it?"

"Got it"

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tastydoge · 1 month ago

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Last month, I participated in Sicktember!

I wrote 27 fanfictions total in the Don't Starve fandom. It took me about three months to write them all, and I'm still missing three days. It was really hard and time consuming, and I lost a lot of sleep for it, but it was fun.

I put them all into a series for ease of access, and here's a link to that:

Below the cut are links to all of the individual fics w/ their prompts & the involved characters. Hope you find something you like!

Day 1: “I’m not hungover, I’m just sick” (Or vise versa) - Woodlegs

Day 2: Too Much of a Good Thing/Overindulgence - Webber & Wanda

Day 3: Campus/Con Crud - Wanda/Wickerbottom

Day 4: “Great. I Got a Cold for My Birthday.” - Maxwell

Day 5: Rouge Organ (tonsils, spleen, appendix, gall bladder ect…) Alt 5: Doctor’s Note - Winona/Genny

Day 6: Dizziness/Vertigo - Wheeler

Day 7: Borrowed Hoodie - Wilson/WX-78

Day 8: “The closest doctor is probably hours away from here!” - Wickerbottom & The Kids

Day 9: Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker - Wigfrid/Wes

Day 10: The Sniffles ™ - WX-78/Wilson

Day 11: Medieval Treatment - Wonkey

Day 12: “You’re not fine, you’re throwing up/coughing up a lung” - Wolfgang

Day 13: Mononucleosis Alt 4: Flushed Cheeks - Wormwood

Day 14: Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas - Walter & Woodie

Day 15: "Who decided __ is ‘sick people food?’" - Warly & Woodie

Day 16: Toxin/Poison - Wilson/WX-78

Day 17: Brain Fog/Spaced Out - Wilba

Day 18: “My whole body is one big ache.” - Wendy & Maxwell

Day 19: Hypochondriac Tendencies - Wigfrd

Day 20: Medication Bribery - Wurt & WX-78

Day 21: Anaphylactic Response Alt. 3: First Aid Kit - Walani

Day 22: “You didn’t use my cup, did you?” - Reader & Maxwell

Day 23: Under a Spell - Wortox & Willow

Day 24: Tales From the Waiting Room - Woodie

Day 25: Summer Flu - Wendy & Wigfrid

Day 26: Heart Condition/Cardiac Arrest Alt 1: Hospital Bed - Wagstaff & WX-78

Day 27: incomplete

Day 28: incomplete

Day 29: Sick on a Road Trip - Willow

Day 30: Past Prompt of Your Choice! - incomplete

#dst #fanfic #writing #sicktember 2024

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triforce-of-mischief · 2 months ago

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Overdramatics

@sicktember day 9, overdramatic patient/caretaker

Four Swords Vidow, characterizations from @thatbrokenpromise

Summary: Shadow has some tricks up his sleeve to make Vio admit he has a migraine.

Words: 420

Warnings: brief mention/threat of vomit, nothing happens onscreen

AO3

Please reblog to show your support! Likes do nothing.

Hylians tended to be better suited to the light than beings of darkness, so Shadow was surprised when he entered Vio’s room and wasn’t greeted by the morning sun. The curtains were drawn, no candles were lit, yet Vio was sitting at his desk, surrounded by books and papers and pens. Even Shadow had to strain to see, so he narrowed his eyes as he approached the purple-clad man. He tapped Vio’s shoulder and let his feet float behind him, kicking them lazily in the air. Vio looked up at him, silent and unamused.

“What’s with the dreary atmosphere?” Shadow asked, gesturing around the room. “Reading up on dark magic and wanted to set the mood?”

“Yeah, sure, something like that,” Vio muttered. “I’m trying to concentrate, can you give me some quiet?”

“But of course,” Shadow drawled. “Something is bothering me, though-” He leaned down to place his mouth on Vio’s ear, as if to whisper a secret. “You have a migraine.” The words were spoken loudly, and Vio flinched away with a hiss.

“I do not,” Vio spat as if he hadn’t shut his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose like relief would be that simple.

“Well in that case,” Shadow sang, still making no effort to be quiet, “Why not make it easier to conduct your research? Can’t have you hurting your eyes, reading in the dark.”

He flew to the window, avoiding protests and thrown books.

“Shadow I’m gonna kill you-”

Shadow grabbed the curtain and yanked it aside with a flourish, rolling his eyes as Vio covered his face with a hoarse cry. The hero stood and stumbled into the light, covering only a few steps before he retched and staggered. Shadow swooped down and caught him before he fell to the floor, carrying him to unceremoniously dump him on the bed. Before Vio could recover, Shadow fixed the curtain and returned to sit on the sick man’s chest, his feet dangling off the bed.

“You- what is your problem?” Vio wheezed. “Why do you care if I have a headache?”

“Because I’m not cleaning up after you if you puke,” Shadow replied breezily. “If you push yourself anyway, I’ll let Green know he can take care of that mess. I’m sure he’ll be delighted.”

Vio cussed him out for a while, but the empty threats proved true as his fatigue won out. Shadow waited to be sure that he was asleep before he whispered an afterthought.

“Besides, maybe I care about you.”

#vidow #that broken promise #tbp #tbp shadow #tbp vio #sicktember 2024 #fable writes

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vonpharma · 2 months ago

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Fandom: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey/Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma, Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma & Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey & Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey & Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright Characters: Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey, Karuma Mei | Franziska von Karma, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth Additional Tags: Sickfic, Sicktember, Sicktember 2024, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Case 3-5: Bridge to the Turnabout, Post-Gyakuten Saiban 123 | Phoenix Wright Trilogy, Sick Maya Fey, And a little bit of, Sick Phoenix Wright, (but only a little) - Freeform, Developing Relationship, Worsties in Law and FranMaya is prominent, everything else is just kinda in the background, Getting Together, No Sequel Trilogy Spoilers

Summary:

Maya doesn’t stare. Maya just moves. Maya finds herself antsy in way of leaning back to observe the moment—no, she wants to be the moment. That’s what she does, more often than not—she lives, she breathes, she talks, she moves. So, naturally, when she’s just… staring, she can’t help but feel it like a veil across her shoulders. A disturbance in her natural processes, like a pulled muscle or an upset stomach. What’s worse, of course, is that all of Maya’s staring spells as of late revolve around exactly one subject.

Written for Sicktember 2024 Day 9: Overdramatic Caretaker/Patient

Please read my closing author's notes on why I will no longer be supporting the Sicktember event, and withdrawing my fills from the collection in protest.

[READ ON AO3!]

#pwaa #ace attorney #franmaya #franziska von karma #maya fey #sicktember #sicktember 2024 #aa #my writing

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dollgutzzz · 3 months ago

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Sicktember Update! 🚨🚨🚨

As Sicktember draws ever closer, I’ve been doing a lot of brainstorming and got some amazing suggestions from some of you!

Here is the masterlist so far (Everything with *** at the beginning is a prompt I do not yet have a specific idea in mind for yet. Feel free to suggest!)

⭐️ Day 1: “I’m not hungover, I’m just sick.” (Kavehtham) https://archiveofourown.org/works/58622329

⭐️ Day 2: Too much of a good thing/Overindulgence (FFXV)

⭐️ Day 3: Campus Crud (FFXV)

⭐️ Day 4: “Great, I got a cold for my birthday.” (FFXV)

⭐️ Day 5: Rogue Organ (TighCyno)

⭐️ Day 6: Dizziness/vertigo (FFXV)

⭐️ Day 7: Borrowed hoodie (TighCyno)

⭐️ Day 8: “The closest doctor is probably hours from here!” (Genshin modern AU: camping: 4ggravate)

⭐️ Day 9: Overdramatic patient/caretaker (FFXV)

⭐️ Day 10: The sniffles

⭐️ Day 11 (ALT): “I didn’t mean to wake you up.” (FFXV)

⭐️ Day 12: “You’re not fine, you’re throwing up/coughing up a lung.” (FFXV)

⭐️ Day 13: Mononucleosis (Stardew Valley Sambastian)

⭐️ Day 14: Clean sheets/fresh pajamas (FFXV)

⭐️ Day 15: “Who decided ____ is sick people food?” (Kavehtham)

Day 16: Toxin/poison (FFXV)

Day 17: Brain fog/spaced out (TighCyno)

Day 18: “My body is one big ache.” (FFXV)

***Day 19: Hypochondriac Tendencies

Day 20: Medication Bribery (Kavehtham)

Day 21 (ALT): Doctor’s Note (FFXV)

***Day 22: “You didn’t use my cup, did you?”

***Day 23: Under a Spell

***Day 24: Tales from the Waiting Room

Day 25: Summer Flu (FFXV)

Day 26 (ALT): Flushed Cheeks (FFXV)

Day 27: “This is non-negotiable.” (Kavetham)

Day 28 (ALT): Hospital Bed (FFXV)

Day 29: Sick on a Roadtrip (VenXiao)

Day 30: Past Prompt of Your Choice!

Also yes, I am finally branching out to writing more than just Genshin and FFXV! I’m gonna be ushering in some other fandoms as well. So far I have one prompt I have chosen to write as Sam and Sebastian from Stardew Valley :)

#genshin impact #ffxv #fanfic #genshin fic #genshin impact fic #ffxv fanfic #stardew valley #sambastian #sicktember #please send suggestions #fic suggestions #ao3

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finishwhatyoustarted-event · 1 month ago

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Finished It Friday - October 5

Happy #FinishedItFriday! Here we can celebrate everyone who has finished a project in the previous week of the event. Sorry it's so late, IRL events delayed me. I will update this thread throughout the day. Have you finished a work as part of this event? Tag your post with #IFinishedWhatIStarted2024 so I can boost it!

If I have missed your post or work, please message me so I can include it!

Fanfictions

Five Times Ohm Lit the Flames (And One Time Elysius Did) by two-reflections (Magistra)

NSFW: Major Character Death, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Branding - Warhammer 40k (Novels) - Rated M - Slice of Life, 5+1 Things, Interrogation, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Blindness, Religious Imagery & Symbolism, XVIIIth Legion | Salamanders, Platonic Relationships - "Elysius turned his back to Ohm, sitting between his legs. He reached for his neck and unclasped his helmet, which came away with a hiss of pressurised air. As Ohm collected the long strands of his hair, Elysius rested his head back against the edge of the chair and closed his eyes. Perhaps someday, he too would find a way to make peace with his past. Every Salamander has his brander-priest, a constant presence in his life from the moment of Ascension. Even Elysius, a Chaplain with steel-clad faith and a near-unshakeable soul, has Ohm, a blind brander who knows his more troubled, introspective side. This is their story."

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The Many Facets of a Man by Megane

NSFW: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Light Sexual Content, Psychological Horror, Cannibalism - TOUCHSTARVED (Red Spring Studio Visual Novel) - Rated M - Elyon - Character Study, Genderfluid Character, Brothels, Succubi & Incubi, Eldritch, Light Sexual Content, Human Sacrifice, Implied/Referenced Child Death, Vore, Drowning, Angst, Murder - "Few, if anyone in Eridia, fully knows who or what Elyon is. For most, he is the highborn owner of the city's most prominent brothel, but he wasn't always such. But he's more than happy to let who he truly is remain a mystery. Only the most worthy are able to find out."

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5 Times Joel was an Overprotective Caretaker and 1 Time Ellie Tried to Be by Akinasky

The Last of Us (TV) - Rated T - Ellie & Joel, Maria/Tommy - Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Medical Procedures, Medical Trauma, Vomiting, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - "Times when Joel was an overprotective caretaker in the hospital. Turned it into a 5+1 Prompt 9: Overdramatic patient/caretaker"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/58978831?view_adult=true

Taking up Space by Akinasky

The Last of Us (TV) - Rated T - Ellie & Joel - Canon Compliant, Episode 8 Follow Up, Protective Joel, Ellie Needs a Hug - "Getting Ellie away from Silver Lake was the easy part, Joel seeing her in a catatonic state was much harder. Directly follows Episode 8 and can be read as a prequel to Only Awake, Not Really Living. Prompt 17: Brain Fog/Spaced Out"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59071114

She's Sick, Not Terminal by Akinasky

Teen Wolf (TV) - Rated T - Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski & Original Children of Derek Hale and Stiles Stilinski - Hypochondriac Tendencies, Derek Hale Doesn't Understand Human Sickness, Derek Hale Needs a Hug, Anxiety, Panic Attacks - "Claudia is sick as an infant and poor Derek is freaking out! Stiles and Derek will work it out like they always do in this series. Negasonic Series Addition. Prompt 19: Hypochondriac Tendencies"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59072170

New Reality by Akinasky

The Last of Us (TV) - Rated T - Ellie & Joel - Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Anderson Died before they Arrived, Ellie & Joel Bonding, Depression - "Ellie wakes up in a hospital bed in Salt Lake City with a very different reality than the one she expected before they were hit with that flashbang. Sicktember 24: Prompt Alt Hospital Bed"

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59311240/chapters/151266412

She Takes on the Pain by Akinasky

The Last of Us (TV) - Rated T - Ellie & Joel - Headaches & Migraines, Vomiting, Ellie trying to deal alone, Good Parent Joel - "Ellie dealing with a migraine and just wanting Joel to help her while trying to be independent at the same time."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59341183

so lucky to be loving by ubepandeSol

Haikyuu!! - Rated T - Miya Atsumu & Miya Osamu, Kita Shinsuke/Miya Osamu - Post-Haikyuu!! Time Skip, Casual horoscope talk based on pop astrology - ""He remembered subscribing to this newsletter during one drunken party last year when Atsumu couldn’t stop grumbling about retrogrades. Now, Osamu read through the astrological forecast for his signs again, with equal amount of exasperation and incredulity. Little did he know that this would come up again later in another conversation with Atsumu, which wouldn’t even involve any alcohol." Osamu cheers up a heartbroken Atsumu by baking him a cake, the day before their shared birthday. Atsumu thanks him by imparting very wise astrology-related information. Some time later, Osamu (secretly takes this astrology-related information seriously and) finally works up the courage to ask Kita out on a date properly."

https://archiveofourown.org/works/59456566

Yarncrafts

AngelMay on the Discord has been working up a storm finishing yarncrafts! I have permission to share them, so here is a collection of her completed works so far!

[IDs: a collection of photographs of completed crocheted works. In order of appearance: two shots of a reversible bag with a sun motif, showing both the tan-with-black and black-with-tan sides; two shots of wiggly flower blossom hair clips, the second showing how the clips attach; two different sets of long fingerless gloves, one in olive green the other in dark orange; a honey badger and a wolverine mini plushes; a small pillow with rainbow metallic yarn stretching across the top in a decorative overlap; a tan koala plush with red pompoms; and two shots of a large gray castle, complete with four towers, a stitched-on gate, and colorful coasters stored inside the towers that can be seen through the windows. End ID.]

#finish what you started 2024 #finished it friday

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Sicktember: Day 9

This is also a part of the series, "The Battle and Beyond" found here:

https://archiveofourown.org/series/2208933

This can be read as a standalone. Just know that Aunt May is unwell.

#9- Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker

“”...tell us your story. And don’t hurry it—I’m feeling comfortable now.”

“”Aravis immediately began, sitting quite still and using a rather different tone and style from her usual one. For Calormen, story-telling (whether the stories are true or mad eup) is a thing you are taught, just as English boys and girls are taught essay-writing. The difference is that people want to hear the stories, whereas I never heard of anyone who wanted to read the essays.””

Peter tucked his finger between the pages and flipped back to the front pages of the book. “1954? Huh. I guess torturing students with meaningless essay writing is a timeless tradition, after all.”

“Oh, hush you, my little nerd—you know you love school, meaningless essays and all.” May gave his arm a weak nudge. “There’s no point in denying it.”

And there really wasn’t. The battle and the snap that had brought him and half a universe back from nothing had been only three weeks ago, but that didn’t stop the State of New York and its Department of Education from getting the kids back to school and out of the streets so the work of putting the world back together could really get started. Peter had never been more grateful for some semblance of normal.

“In fact,” Aunt May interrupted his thought, “I’m pretty sure you mentioned having some sort of presentation that you and Ned had to have ready for tomorrow? Or is it the next day?” Sometimes she was a little foggy on the details, but it was fine. “Gosh, Peter, should you be down here at all? How much of it do you have left? Or are you and Ned planning to wax nostalgic and pull an all-nighter—‘cuz if you are, be sure to let Tony know, okay?” She grasped his hand. “You know how he gets these days when things pop up.”

Peter, in fact, did know exactly how Tony got—panicking whenever Morgan sneezed, asking if Peter wanted an x-ray that time he’d stubbed his toe— all sorts of over the top, but coming from a place of concern that Peter was grateful for.

“It’ll be fine,” Peter promised, “He knows Ned’s coming, but I’ll remind Tony about the plan when I get back to the penthouse so he’s prepared for it.”

“Perfect. I’m sure he’ll appreciate the warning.” May smiled as she laughed.

“Hey,” Peter almost took offence. “Ned is getting waaaay better at containing the fanboying so be nice!”

Adopting an air of faux-offence, May replied, “I’m always nice, Mr. Parker, and you know that Ned is like my bonus kid so hush.” She giggled again, “Now, seriously, do you have the time for this or should I be all responsible and send you off to get things sorted?”

Peter smiled softly at May, relaxed as she reclined on her med-bay bed. “I’ve always got time for you. I promise. So, where were we?” Peter re-opened the book to where they’d left off, “Chapter three, ‘At the Gates of Tashbaan.’ “"My name," said the girl at once, "is Aravis Tarkheena and I am the only daughter of Kidrash Tarkaan, the son of Rishti Tarkaan, the son of Kidrash Tarkaan, the son of Ilsombreh Tisroc, the son of Ardeeb Tisroc who was descended in a right line from the god Tash. My father is lord...”

/-/-/

Peter couldn’t help but bounce in excitement as he entered the elevator and it began its descent to ground level. Yes, he’d seen Ned since they’d come back. Yes, they still had plenty of classes together at school. And yes, they were texting anytime Peter wasn’t up in the med bay visiting with Aunt May or figuring out his place at Tony and Pepper’s place, or how to approach Morgan who was about as high energy as Tony MUST have been when he was a kid. But this—there was always something different when they worked on a project together. None of the other stuff mattered— be it Flash’s renewed bullying or Peter missing the subway and being late for first period, or that the comforter on his bed didn’t feel right and made it hard to fall asleep, or today, the fact that Aunt May was still the med bay dealing with yet another complication because of her stupid kidney.

“Peter.” FRIDAY’s voice brought him out of his distraction, “We’ve reached the lobby. Would you like to exit the elevator car or would you prefer to return to the penthouse?”

“Oh! Sorry!” Peter flustered as he stepped out of the private elevator. “Let me go grab Ned and we’ll be right back, okay?”

“Of course, Peter. I’ll hold for you and Mr. Leeds.” The AI responded, giving Peter the permission he needed to bolt out of the private corridor and into the main lobby.

“Ned!” Peter shouted out as he caught sight of his best friend gaping, once again, at the impressive displays of both architecture and Stark Industries’ newest innovations. “Come on!”

Ned startled out of his stupor and rushed over to Peter, stopping only to share their elaborate handshake in greeting before Peter dragged him over to the elevator to head upstairs. “Dude. This is not the last time you’ll be here. You’ve got to show a little chill!" Peter teased as they entered the car.

“But, Peter? Did you see the display? Imagine what Mr. Stark could do on a global level if nanotechnology were released to the world? It would mean cleaner air! It would mean—“

“It would mean everything, which is why Tony is already working with King T’Challa and Princess Shuri in Wakanda to figure out the logistics of increasing nanobot production and how best to distribute it.” Yeah, Peter had to admit that watching Tony, T’Challa, and Shuri collaborate was a site to behold. In fact, it made him think of how he and Ned worked. “They’re gonna change the world, man, and it’s so cool to be able to watch it happen.”

The elevator reached their floor, door opening to reveal the living room just beyond the entryway.

Ned slapped his hand over his mouth before lifting it off to speak quickly to Peter. “Peter. My best friend for ever. My ride or die. I beg of you now, in this moment, that I will be so chill in, like, one minute. You just—you have to give me this. Please. Can I just have this?!”

Wary of what exactly it was he was agreeing to, Peter gave a tentative nod of agreement before Ned absolutely let loose. “Oh, my gosh, Peter! I’m am in THE penthouse of super genius Anthony Stark, also known as Iron Man!” He spread his arms wide as he spun around to take in the gloriousness that was this moment, reminding Peter that he’d have to watch ‘The Sound of Music’ with May sometime soon.

Ned stumbled only a little as he came out of his spin, taking his backpack off and dropping it on the floor as he caught sight of the coat rack off in the corner. “Peter.” Ned’s eyes were nearly popping out of his head as he turned to Peter and begged. “Please, please, please may I touch the coat of super genius Anthony Stark, also known as Iron Man? My hands aren’t sweaty or anything!”

“Ned!” Peter couldn’t help but laugh. “Stop it!”

“I still have, like, twenty seconds! C’mon! Don’t make this weird!”

“Too late, Ned,” Peter replied but gestured toward the coat. “But fine. One finger, five seconds, and then you have to be better at pretending to be normal for the rest of your life.”

Ned glared.

“Fine!” Peter threw his hands up in defeat, “The rest of this visit!”

“Deal!” Ned agreed excitedly and turned back toward coat rack, and tangling himself in the straps of the backpack on the floor in front of him in the process.

Peter should have been more aware. He should have anticipated, been watching, done a better job at keeping everyone Ned safe, but no. In a blink, Ned was crashing to the floor in a jumble of limbs and—Peter’s stomach lurched—something was very, very wrong with one of Ned’s hands.

“TONY!” Peter called out as he rushed to Ned’s side, “TONY!” Peter was edging on hysteria.

A flurry of footsteps came into the entryway and before Peter knew it, Tony was kneeling beside Ned, still twisted on the floor but trying to untangle himself in his shock. “Hey, Ted, buddy. How’s it goin’?” Tony asked gently as he stilled the boy, putting into practice some serious first-aider skills as he cautiously turned the boy to his back and assessed the situation.

“I’m okay—just fell, Mr. Stark, sir. I promise I wasn’t being weird.”

Tony looked over to Peter, crooking an eyebrow in question.

Peter stood there pale, not responding at all.

“Good to know,” Tony finally settled on replying with. “FRIDAY? Have we got anything to worry about other than the obvious here?”

A pause, and then FRIDAY responded. “Other than some soft tissue damage, the only injury requiring medical intervention will be the suspected fracture to Mr. Leeds’s right wrist. It is safe to move Mr. Leeds, Boss, and I have notified the med bay staff that you are en route.”

“Thanks, FRI.” Tony replied as his gaze settled on the boy still lying dazed on the floor. “What do you say, Fred? Wanna take a tour of the med bay seeing as you’re here anyways?” He inquired and gave a mischievous wink. There was no point in making the whole experience into a ‘thing.’

Ned, being Ned, lit up, even as the pain in his wrist flared as he stood. “I think that would be great, sir.” He exhaled a shaky breath. “Um... can we call my mom, too, please?”

Tony’s face softened, “That went without saying. Now let’s get moving, shall we? The sooner we get this taken care of, the sooner you guys can get back to wreaking havoc.”

“Sounds good, sir,” Ned smiled weakly as he pressed his arm protectively to his chest and started the shuffle towards the elevator with Tony’s arm wrapped around him in support.

“Pete?” Tony called back over his shoulder as he noticed Peter not with them. “Are you coming?”

Peter blinked out of his haze and jumped to it, “Yes! Sorry, uh, sorry! I’m coming.” Peter rushed forward, entered the elevator, and started making a mental list of all the ways he could make this better.

/-/-/

When all was said and done, Ned had a type I Smith fracture with four to eight weeks stuck in a cast with another four to eight weeks stuck in a brace—with physio, to boot.

Mrs. Leeds had been so amazing, Peter thought to himself. She had every reason to be mad at Peter for not being enough, but nope. She’s allowed Ned to have the fracture reduced in the med bay (and Peter knew they were pros at that kind of stuff!) and spent the evening switching between visiting with May and then Ned once he started coming out of the sedation.

He shouldn’t have been surprised when both Mrs. Leeds and May shooed him out of the med bay just after midnight. Tony had arranged for something a little more comfortable than a cot to be brought into Ned’s room so Mrs. Leeds could keep her own eye on her son.

Peter would just need to figure out other ways to help.

/-/-/

It was a week before Peter and Ned were able to get together again.

“Let me get that for you!” Peter rushed forward to grab the door to the comic book store Ned had been preparing to open with his good hand.

“Oh, yeah, sure,” Ned said confusedly as he entered the store. “Uh, thanks, Peter?”

Peter completely missed the way Ned questioned his actions, which was fine. Absolutely fine—just like Peter. “No problem, Ned, oh! Here!” Peter rushed forward and made a grab for the free comics sitting in the stand by the door before Ned could even notice them. “I’ll carry these for you while you browse. Were you still looking for that new Batman series? Well, I mean—“ Ugh. It wasn’t new. Peter knew that. Ned knew that. Stupid snap. “You know what I mean.”

Ned smiled, “Yeah, I’ve got a whole bunch on order and they’ve started coming in. They’re holding what they’ve got behind the counter for me so we’ll grab them once we check out.”

“Perfect!” Peter exclaimed, overly excited. “I know you were excited about them coming out before...”

Ned smiled wider. “I was, and I can’t wait to get enough in order to start reading them, for now though...” Ned got a crazy glint in his eye, “Let’s check out all the new series we missed!”

Peter agreed in a heartbeat, then stood by his best friend’s side ooh-ing and ahh-ing as Ned discovered a couple of new DC series to delve into, being sure to hold each one as he shopped.

“Let me get that for you!” Peter practically yanked the bag from the young cashier’s hand before Ned could even touch it. “I don’t want you doing anything to hurt yourself.”

Ned chuckled. “It’s a little late for that,” Ned lifted his hand and wiggled his fingers to draw attention to his injury.

—And Peter’s failure.

“Besides, I’m being encouraged to use my fingers as much as is comfortable. It’ll help with my mobility later on, the doctor says.” Ned shrugged. “And I’m guessing she knows what she’s talking about so...”

“I get it,” Peter conceded, not that it changed Peter’s plan. “Doesn’t mean I can’t help a brother out, right?” Peter held the door open as Ned walked through.

“Right, I guess.” Ned paused as they hit the sidewalk. “Hey, wanna grab lunch at that little 50s diner I overheard Flash telling Brad Davis about last week?”

“Sure!” Peter turned towards where he knew the restaurant was located. “Not that I’m trusting Flash’s opinion on anything, but it really takes effort to mess up a plate of fries, am I right?” Peter rolled his eyes, conveying his scepticism.

“Amen to that.”

“Amen.”

The diner was only a fifteen minute walk from the comic book store; thank goodness Ned seemed to be doing alright so Peter allowed himself to take a bit of a breath. Seeing the full booths through the window amped his anxiety again, but luck was smiling down on them and they were lucky enough to get the last free booth in the place.

“Wow!” Ned looked around the diner wide-eyed before focusing on the menu before him. “I don’t normally like to say that Flash is right about anything, but this place is awesome!”

Peter had to agree, even as his head bopped to ‘Rock Around the Clock’ coming from the authentic looking jukebox on the far wall. “I know! And look at that plate over there!” He pointed to a poodle-skirted server navigating the crowd while balancing the biggest, juiciest looking burger Peter had ever seen on a tray. “I know exactly what I’m ordering!” He took in the decor and overall atmosphere. “I’ll definitely have to bring—“ Peter intended to say May but remembered before he could embarrass himself, “Tony,” he corrected. “He’d think this was a hoot!”

“AND something like that might actually fill you up!” Ned replied then glanced down at the Iron Man signature on his cast. “Just please let me come when you bring him back! I promise I got all of the hero-worshippy stuff out of the way, especially now that he’s seen me puke.”

Yeah, Ned hadn’t done well with coming out of the anaesthesia.

“Welcome to Rockin’ Robin’s.” Their server had arrived, high ponytail and all. “What can I get for you today?”

After ordering more food than they probably should have, and thanking the server for their hastily delivered sodas, the two boys sat back and simply basked in the campiness of the whole place. The jukebox had switched to ‘Lollipop,’ to ‘Earth Angel,’ then a string of consecutive Elvis songs. The jukebox had switched to ‘Sha-Boom’ just as their server arrived with their food, placing their plates down in front of each boy, checked that all was well, and then disappeared to help other customers, all while bobbing along to the song.

“This smells so good,” Peter moaned as he picked up his burger with two hands and prepared a plan of attack.

“I know,” Ned groaned as he looked at his own burger... and one functional hand (and some fingers). “Wish me luck.”

Peter dropped his burger like it was on fire. “Hang on! Let me help!” Peter practically leapt out of his seat and shoved Ned over to sit next to him instead. “I’ve got it! Let me take care of you!”

“Dude,” Ned laughed nervously, “I’m good. I’ve can feed myself.”

“I know you can,” Peter replied, loudly enough that the people around them were starting to notice them, “but why bother when I’m here to help?!” Peter grabbed the cutlery that had been placed by Ned’s plate and started sawing off a piece of burger—or tried to. “What are best friends for?”

Ned couldn’t hold back the look of horror on his face, “Peter! What are you doing?”

Peter ignored Ned’s obvious upset as he grappled with hiding his own. “I’m helping! I don’t know what we were thinking coming here. I should have thought this through and done something easier for you to manage.” He mashed what he’d managed to onto the fork and offered it up to Ned. “Open up.”

Ned shook his head in protest as he pulled the fork out of Peter’s hand. “Dude! What’s going on? I said I could feed myself!”

“I know what you said,” Peter reached across the table get his own cutlery to get back to work. “I’m saying that I can take care of you, so just let me!”

“Peter,” Ned backed up a little. “You’re being weird.”

“No, I’m being helpful!”

“No, Peter. You are being weird with a big, ol’ capital ‘W.’” Ned was concerned. “And have been since I decided to be an idiot and break my wrist! What’s going on?”

“Geez!” Peter slammed the knife and fork down onto the table, causing everything on it to clatter loudly enough that everyone in the restaurant stopped to stare, not that Peter noticed. “Nothing is going on, okay?!”

The restaurant fell silent, save for the deep baritone of Johnny Cash coming from the jukebox.

Peter’s cheeks flushed as he realized he’d made a scene.

Maybe something was going on, after all?

“Oh,” he whispered then reached into his back pocket to grab his wallet. “I think I need to—“ Peter grabbed a couple of twenties (thanks to Tony) and threw them on the table. “I’ve got lunch today, but I have to—“ Peter stood up from the booth. “I’m gonna go and—“ Peter’s eyes welled with tears as he looked at Ned, torn. “Are you okay to get home on your own? I was gonna—“ Peter’s voice cracked and he swallowed before trying again, “I was gonna get us a cab so you didn’t have to—“

Ned just nodded, trying to figure out what to say, but before he could say a word, Peter nodded back, bolted for the diner door, and disappeared down the street.

/-/-/

It was late before Peter made his way home; so late that he hoped and prayed with everything inside of him that everyone would be asleep and he wouldn’t have to deal with anyone or anything ever again until morning.

But they didn’t call it Parker Luck for no reason.

“Welcome home, Peter.” FRIDAY announced as Peter entered the elevator. “As requested, I’ve notified Boss and Mrs. Boss of your imminent arrival and they are waiting for you in the kitchen.”

Peter closed his eyes and sighed in defeat. “Any chance we can take me back down to the lobby and just pretend I was never here? Say there was a glitch in your system?”

“I’m sorry, Peter. Boss is eager for you to return to the penthouse and, based on your current physical state and my directive to do my utmost to ensure your physical wellbeing, being in the kitchen is exactly what you need.”

That wasn’t good.

Peter gnawed at his lower lip, trying to come up with some reason plausible enough to explain where he’d been all day. Tony wouldn’t want to hear that he walked around like a zombie, thinking about what a failure he was as a friend. He wouldn’t want to hear that Peter was wishing he was just gone so he could finally break the curse that was his lineage. No Peter meant no chaos, after all.

“Peter?” FRIDAY prompted similarly to only a week ago. “You’ve arrived at the penthouse. Do you need assistance?”

“No. I’m good. Thank you, FRIDAY.” Peter whispered and stepped out into the entry, bracing himself for the interrogation to come.

Peter was so tired.

“Kiddo?” Tony called out quietly from the kitchen.

Morgan was obviously asleep.

Peter dragged himself toward the kitchen. “Yeah, it’s me,” he answered as the kitchen came into view. “I didn’t mean for you to wait up for me...” He looked from Tony to Pepper then back to Tony again. “I’m sorry for being a bother.”

“Pfft. Kid.” Tony seemed to be assessing the boy before him as he responded, “Board meetings are a bother. Politicians are a bother. Those lice outbreak warnings Mo keeps bringing home from daycare are a bother.”

Pepper gave Tony a playful smack across the chest.

“What?! They are!” Tony defended himself.

“Tony! Be serious,” Pepper hissed as she stepped toward Peter and opened up her arms in invitation. “What Tony is trying to say is that we’ve been worried about you, sweetheart.”

Peter was hesitant to take the comfort. After all he’d done and how he’d failed?

Pepper dropped her arms and smiled sadly, “It’s alright, Peter. Ned called us about the diner.”

Peter’s pale cheeks reddened in embarrassment as he dropped his face in his hands. “Please kill me now,” he begged whatever deity would listen.

“Hey, no death jokes, Pete,” Tony came forward and grasped Peter’s shoulders. “It will always be too soon for that, so please...” He pulled Peter to his chest, then wrapped his arms around him. “So there was a little drama today? So what?”

“It was so bad,” he mumbled into his hands. “I needed to—no—I NEEDED to help him and then he didn’t want it and I didn’t even know what to do!”

“Okay?”

“I cut his food, Tony! I was going to feed him! I don’t even—I think I scared him!”

“Hey,” Tony pulled back just enough to see Peter’s face, still tucked and hiding. “Hey, Peter, come on,” Tony shifted to a one armed hug, freeing the other to brush gently against Peter’s cheek. “Ned cares for you so much and is just as worried about you as the rest of us.”

Peter felt his eyes fill again. “This was not a little drama, Tony.”

It was Pepper’s turn to try and lighten the mood, “Okay, but I’d bet you managed to keep all of your clothes on while it happened.”

Peter managed an ugly sounding snort-laugh as his tears fell.

“Pepper!” Tony called out, scandalized. “Such betrayal.”

Pepper shifted to manoeuvre to Peter’s other side to join in the hug. “Maybe, but for now,” her arms tightened around the boy, “we’ll take the distraction.”

“Fine,” Tony grumped, “but tomorrow,” Tony’s arms tightened as well, “no more distractions. We’ve got our favourite spider-kid to take care of.”

“But—I—” It was Peter’s job to take care of them! It was—he had to—why was his brain doing this?!

“No buts. It’s our turn to take care of you, and we’ve put this off long enough.” Pepper whispered soft and May-like. “We’ll figure out the big stuff tomorrow. Okay?”

Peter didn’t know what to think? How to answer? It was almost too much—except that he wasn’t alone, right?

His next exhale shook. “Tomorrow?”

Tony pressed a tender kiss to his forehead. “Tomorrow.”

And Peter hoped it would be okay.

#sicktember 2024 #Day Nine: Overdramatic Caretaker #Day 9 #MCU #Peter Parker & Ned Leeds #Irondad and Spiderson #hurt/comfort #OBlossom #ao3 fanfic #part of a series #but you don't have to read it to enjoy this #CS Lewis- The Horse and His Boy

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