#dr sickfic

[softestqueeen]

✧*̥˚ spencer reid fic recs part 3*̥˚✧

a/n: *heavy sigh* another month, another fic rec list! yes, i am insane. also this picture of mgg is literally driving me into oblivion! i need him

✨ favourites

part 1 I part 2 I part 3 I my criminal minds masterlist

✧*̥˚ smut *̥˚✧

bad, bad news by @aliteralsemicolon

it will come back by @parfaitblogs

diphenhydramine by @pathologicalreid

with your hands tied by -//-

gypsophilia; honey by @ophelia-is-complex

accidents by @tinystarbites ✨

like the back of my hand by @spencerreidenjoyer

✧*̥˚ fluff *̥˚✧

sweet creature by @cowboy1ikereid

rite of passage by @foxy-eva

more than a woman by @anniebeemine

eyes in the sun by @planetpedri

market day by @cookiescribble

radiant by @reidmoony-toast

longing for you by @proseandpretrichor

all of the books besides your bed by @tlou-reid

sleep by @mindfullycriminal

✧*̥˚ angst/hurt/comfort *̥˚✧

of anything by @reidscanehand

always, i'll wait by @pathologicalreid

deprivation by @reiding-writing ✨

lucky by @reidmarieprentiss ✨

speciality by @imagining-in-the-margins

please let me be enough by @mindfullycriminal

✧*̥˚ honorable mentions *̥˚✧

him (one-shot series) by @godsfavdarling series masterlist I her masterlist

@mindfullycriminal I her masterlist

if you want your work removed, dm me!

[godspeedviper]

How the doctors handle your sick days - Headcanons

SFW || TW: mentions of needles, vaccines, pills & IV drip.

This one's for the girls, goths, and gays that have a chronic illness, a disability, or are just plain old sick. As a chronically ill girlie myself I'm always craving caretaker fics but never find them so I had to be the change I wanted to see in the world.

Dr. Jonathan Crane

He immediately shifts into a stoic clinical demeanor the moment you start to show any signs of discomfort. At first you find it a bit worrisome because his voice seems so cold and detached, but now it makes you feel grounded and safe.

Jonathan always makes sure you have everything you need, but he unfortunately doesn't think much further than that. It takes him some time to learn how to comfort you as well as heal you.

The best part about having him by your side when you're ill is that he can always talk you out of a bad state of mind. Above all, Crane remains a psychologist, and he takes pride in his ability to override your negative thoughts.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter

You are utterly spoiled. Hannibal makes sure to cook for you and bring your meal to bed or the living room so you can eat comfortably. In the evenings, he makes sure to run a hot bath for you with herbs and epsom salts to soothe any aches and open up your respiratory system.

Since he is a doctor after all, he has prescribing rights, and will usually write prescriptions for any necessary medications. Need to get an injection, or an IV drip? Hannibal does that for you at home.

His pride and possessiveness makes him want to give you the best possible care to ensure someone else doesn't touch you this way. Hannibal gets nervous at the thought of your safety and health being out of his hands. How could he trust someone else with such a precious life? What if they made a mistake and hurt you or worse?

Dr. Robert Laing

"I'm not that kind of doctor." is always the first thing he says when you mention that you aren't feeling well. However, this doesn't mean he's not helpful, he is still a pathologist. Laing always does his best to make you feel better.

He's always reading up on your symptoms and possible treatments. If something is out of his grasp, he isn't afraid to admit it and seek out assistance. Even if he can't be the one to treat you, Laing will be there with you every step of the way to advocate for you and make sure you feel safe.

Much like Scarecrow, at first he seems rather cold and detached, but it's only his training taking over. However, his starting bedside manner is much better, and over time he adapts very well to your needs.

Dr. Spencer Reid

Now he's definitely not that kind of doctor, but that doesn't mean he isn't prepared to take care of you. His eidetic memory comes in clutch with any possible knowledge about your condition and how to act accordingly.

He always tries to be there for your doctor appointments or for any major procedures. Spencer wants to make sure you're being properly cared for and he isn't afraid to confront anyone that talks down to you or dismisses your symptoms.

When you're resting at home he clings to you like a lost puppy. He happily reads to you when you lack the energy to talk, or if you just want a bedtime story. He never forgets to check in on you even when he's away on a case, and will often ask Garcia to pick up items from the pharmacy for you if he can't do it himself.

Ao3 || Guidelines || Ko-Fi

[lurkinglurkerwholurks]

Worthy the Name

For Whumptober 2024 Day 15: Childhood Trauma

Rating: Gen

No Archive Warnings

Fandom: Batman

Relationship: Kiran "Dev" Devabhaktuni & Tim Drake

Characters: Kiran "Dev" Devabhaktuni; Tim Drake; Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Whumptober 2024; Sickfic; Childhood Trauma; Nightmares; Fever; Fear of Abandonment; Mention of possible suicidal ideation; Hurt/Comfort

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Dev looked up as the lock on the front door clicked. It was a slow head turn, his attention snagged deep in the words on his laptop screen, attention stretching like strings of molasses. He likely wouldn’t have looked up at all if he weren’t home alone. Even still, he wasn’t much concerned, especially as the door rattled open and Tim Drake came into view.

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Go to AO3 to read the full fic.

[sicktember]

While waiting for the Sicktember 2024, June 15th reveal, check out these past prompts and collections for inspiration!

Sicktember 2023 - 2021 Past Prompts and Collections

💚2023 💚

[AO3 Collection]

Prompts List ⬇

1. Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

2. Quest for a Cure

3. “What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?”

4. Hiding an Illness

5. Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

6. Sick and Injured

7. “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick”

8. Persistent Fever

9. White Coat Syndrome

10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”

11. Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick

12. Old Wives Tale

13. Anxious Stomach

14. ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’

15. Sick in an Inconvenient Place

16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD

17. Magical Remedy/Healing Potion

18. “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

19. Curled Up With a Pet

20. Cramping Pain

21. “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too”

22. Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

23. Coughing Fit

24. “Did you just sneeze?”

25. Confused/Disoriented

26. Pink Eye/Conjunctivitis

27. Uncooperative Patient

28. “I should have stayed home”

29. Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

30. Patient 0

2023 Alternate Prompts

Alt. 1.“I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now”

Alt. 2. Fuzzy Socks

Alt. 3. Pounding Headache

Alt. 4. Forehead Kisses

Alt. 5. “I’m so sorry”

💚2022💚

[AO3 Collection]

Prompt List ⬇

1. ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’

2.  Homesick

3.  Painkillers

4.  Hangover

5.  'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.’

6.  Sick on vacation

7.  A cry for attention

8.  Intense coddling

9.  Home remedy

10. Excessive use of tissues/ ‘Blow Your Nose’

11. Emergency Room/ Ambulance

12. Psychogenic Fever/Stress Induced Illness

13. Seasonal/Pet Allergies

14. ‘I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It’s Fine.’' 

15. Frostbite/Sunburn

16. Care Package

17. Syncope/Fainting

18. Nausea/Upset Stomach

19. Whining/Crying 

20.  Cold Sweat

21. ‘Does this look infected to you?’

22. Common Cold/Flu

23. Tepid Bath

24. ‘I Need You To Pull Over!’

25. Acid Reflux/Heartburn

26. Tickle in the Throat

27. Sleepless Night/s

28. Chronic Illness

29. Lethargy/Exhaustion

30. ‘Get Back in Bed!’ 

2022 Alternate Prompts:

Alt. 1. Soft Pajamas

Alt. 2. Vapor Rub

Alt. 3. Cuddling on the Couch

Alt. 4. Taking a Sick Day

Alt. 5. ‘Can You Be Brave For Me?’

💚2021💚

[AO3 Collection]

Prompt List ⬇

1. Fever

2. Persistent Cough/Sniffling.

3. Chicken Pox/Rash 

4. Headache/Migraine

5. Comfort Item (Plush/Blanket)

6. Nebulizer

7. Sneaky Temperature Check

8. Contagious

9. I’m Not Sick

10. Medicine/Injection

11. Bed Rest

12. Faking it

13. Appendicitis

14. Aches and Pains

15. Quarantine 

16. Hot Water Bottle

17. Ginger Ale and Crackers

18. Fever Dream/Hysteria

19. Addiction

20. Doctor’s Visit/Check Up

21. Unlikely Caregiver

22. Toothache

23. Ear Infection

24. Sneezing

25. Sick at School/Work

26. Strep Throat/Laryngitis

27. Blankets

28. Missing Out 

29. Motion Sickness

30. Food poisoning/Allergy

2021 Alternative Prompts:

Alt. 1:  Warm Soup

Alt. 2:  Too Many Layers

Alt. 3:  Vitamin C

Alt. 4:  Stay

Alt. 5:  Asleep on the Couch

[takeyourcyanide]

Icky

This fic/prompt(s) was requested by @bloodheartz

AO3

Fandom: Soul Eater

Character(s): Franken Stein, Spirit Albarn

Word Count: 1 600

Tags: Sickfic, Illnesses, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Tooth-Rotting Fluff

Summary: Spirit finds that Stein is very ill and takes care of him. I made Stein a pathetic little meow meow in this.

Notes: Writing Prompt: Sickfic + Fluff: is someone sleepy? + I can’t even talk properly. Stein + Spirit. (Non-specified)

Stein audibly, though quietly groaned into the fluffiness of his pillow as glimpses of the morning sunrise peaked through his window. He shuffled under the covers, kicking his legs, unable to find a comfortable positions. In fact, he hadn’t managed to get comfortable the entire night.

He spent the hours he was meant to be resting tossing and turning, and frankly, repressing something akin to a childish outburst, a tantrum. Every time he’d wrap himself in his comforter, he’d heat up to the point of being drenched in sweat, but the very moment he even so much as stuck a foot out from underneath the pile of blankets, he’d freeze. Not to mentioned, the incessant pounding in his head and eyes that even a good dose of ibuprofen couldn’t quell. His throat felt as though it had shut entirely, swallowing being the most painful and icky sensations in the world. Icky. That was a great word to describe his current predicament.

He felt icky every time he’d cough weakly, his chest (and of course his throat, as well) aching violently as he’d pitifully whine. He felt icky lying on his now sweat-soaked sheets, though somehow he was still shivering. He felt icky every time a pang of nausea decided to torture him, his stomach churning for no apparent reason at all. He just felt horrendously, demonstrably icky in a way he hadn’t in a long time.

“Stein?” He threw the covers over his head, hushing his own whimper, as his weapon repeatedly banged on the door… or at least to Stein’s head it felt like banging. In reality, it was something closer to gentle knocks than anything. But when with each hit of his fist against the door, his temples seemed to pulsate in unison, he felt it would be reasonable to label it as ‘banging.’

“I made breakfast!”

“…”

“Stein?”

Spirit, according to Stein’s expectations, rattled the doorknob, flinging his door open, as he leaned against its frame.

“Awe, is someone sleepy?” He drawled teasingly, mockingly. His voice was dripping with sarcastic mirth, as he chuckled.

Stein resorted to groaning, leaving his throat in shambles, as it reverberated, bouncing off of its mucus-coated and inflamed walls, and out of his mouth.

“Well, get up. I made food for the both of us, I don’t want it to go to waste.”

Albarn marched right on up to his bed, standing beside him. He cruelly pulled on the top of the comforter, ripping it down, as to get a better look at his grumpy partner.

Truly, there was a part of him that was stricken with concern, as typically, he’d be the first to wake up.. that is, if he’d fallen asleep at all. By now, he’d, on any other given day, be pacing around, circling his usual route. He’d often get a little irritated when that routine of his was interrupted, when Spirit attempted to pull him out of his head and thrust him into reality.. but he’d never moan unhappily and annoyedly about just coming to eat some breakfast with him.

“Wow, Stein, you look horrible,” his eyes widened at the sight before him. His meister’s face was disturbingly pallid, though flushed simultaneously, even the tips of his ears a reddish-pinkish color. His bangs were mussed completely down, beads of sweat unpleasantly decorating his forehead. His lips looked drier than the desert they lived in, his beet-red nostrils coated in uncomfortable-seeming flakes. “Did you get any sleep at all?”

He shook his head ‘no,’ unconsciously pouting, his hands cradling a thick chunk of his blanket for any trace of comfort he could get.

Upon observing his partner’s appearance and his sudden behavioral quirks, there was no doubt in Spirit’s mind about just how terribly he must’ve felt.

“Does your throat hurt?”

He nodded. “I… c’nt even.. talk…. properly.”

Spirit kneeled down a little closer to Stein, placing his hand over his damp forehead. He leaned into the touch, each and every last inch of the scythe’s skin frigid in the most delectable way possible.

“God, you’re warm,” he stepped back, shaking his head in a mixture of worry and disbelief. “I’m gonna go get you some medicine and water-“

“No,” he released a pained whimper.

“I know you don’t want to swallow anything right now, but you should know better than anyone that that is the only way you’re going to feel better… besides resting, obviously.”

Stein begrudgingly lifted a hand, massaging his temples in hopes he’d receive attention from his weapon, that he’d pick up on his nonverbal cue.

“Your head hurts, too?”

And he picked up on it, fortunately.

“That figures… See? That’s why you need medicine. I’ll even bring you the pancakes I made if you’re hungry,” he stepped farther and farther away from Stein.

“Naus..eous..”

“I can bring you something for that, too. Once you’re feeling better, I want you to eat,” he sternly, yet rather gently stated, walking out of the room. “I’m gonna go get you some medicine now, okay? Don’t.. kill yourself or anything- I don’t know.”

-

The sound of a glass thunking against Stein’s nightstand had his eyes shooting open, as he came to. He hadn’t even realized he’d closed his eyes, though evidently he’d fallen asleep for the minute or two Spirit had left him to his own devices.

“I know you’re probably exhausted, Stein, but I need you to take this stuff before you fall asleep, okay?”

He nodded his head obediently. And that’s when it really hit Spirit how delirious he must’ve been, because ‘obedient’ is a word no one on the face of the planet would ever use to describe his meister.

“I brought a thermometer, too… Do you wanna start with that since it’s easier?”

“Mhm,” he huffed out pathetically.

“I need you to sit up, okay?”

“‘Kay.”

He managed to position himself upward, though not without fervently grimacing. He leaned on the wall behind him for balance and comfort, his bedroom spinning in disorienting circles, his body heavy and weak.

His eyelids began to shut once more, being startled open by the coolness of a thermometer underneath his tongue.

“I know, I know,” Spirit cooed sympathetically at the whined objection Franken had apparently produced. “This’ll be quick, I promise.”

The thermometer soon beeped, Albarn removing the instrument carefully as to not disturb Stein too much.

“Jeez…”

“Hm?”

“104.3… If your fever doesn’t go down soon after you take that shit, I’m taking you to the doctor’s..”

“No…”

“Yes… That’s why you’re going to be cooperative with me about taking some medicine, right?”

“..M..kay.”

“All right, good.”

Spirit fetched one of the many pills he’d left neatly on the nightstand, holding it out towards Stein, of whom, once again, merely obediently complied, taking it from him, placing it hesitantly in his mouth.

“Do you think you can hold the glass by yourself?” He asked, noticing the tremors in the younger’s hands, and really, his whole body.

He shook his head ‘no,’ appearing particularly bashful about admitting that he needed help.

“That’s perfectly fine! Here,” he lifted the glass to his lips, tilting it slowly upwards.

He placed the cup back onto the nightstand once Stein had a decent mouthful of water, muttering a gentle command of, “Now, swallow.”

And with a violent scowl and grimace, he did, with much difficulty, manage to swallow.

“Ah, good job, Stein! I’m so proud of you,” he ran his fingers soothingly through his wet, silver hair, pushing his bangs to the side, as he voiced his affection, having noticed his meister quickly beginning to tear up after swallowing, though he tried desperately to suppress those tears.

“Icky,” he mumbled.

“I know, I’m sorry. I only have one more for you to take, okay?”

“Wha… was that?”

“The pill, you mean?”

“Mhm.”

“Just some Motrin. The other one is Zofran, so that’ll be better, since it.. y’know, dissolves.” Spirit grabbed the Zofran tablet, handing it to Stein.

“Dizzy,” murmured Franken, as he placed it apprehensively underneath his tongue. “…’N weak.”

“You can lay down as soon as that tablet dissolves, okay? I swear.”

He nodded understandingly.

-

“Has it dissolved already?” Spirit questioned, watching as Stein wordlessly shifted, maneuvering himself under the covers.

Albarn, once his meister had gotten as comfortable as he could in his current state, sat next to him on the edge of his bed, helping to prop him up on multiple different pillows as he hacked and groaned, grasping at his chest.

“Mhm,” he hummed quietly in response, his eyes just about immediately rolling into the back of his head.

The sight itself made Spirit feel upset for him. He was visibly so tired, and it was clear the rest he’d get would likely not do much to help him in the short term.

He placed a hand on his head, his fingers scratching tenderly at his scalp, lulling him into a hopefully deep slumber.

“You’ll feel better sooner than you know it,” he reassured under his breath. “This’ll pass in no time.”

“…… Hope so,” he croaked, his eyes completely shut, as he grabbed fistfuls of his blanket once again, cuddling with the dense clump.

Stein, for the last time that morning, emitted a strained and clearly painful cough, sniffling for the umpteenth time, yet another whimper gracing his lips. He did not allow it to interrupt his slinking away into sleep, however, and neither did Spirit, of whom continued to run his fingernails through his hair, shushing his almost noiseless cries.

Stein, for the first time that morning, felt somewhat content, even despite the ickiness.

[strangesthirdeye]

Husband material ( DS x Wife! Reader)

summary: nothing can compete with Stephen with how he treats the woman of his dreams who is sick.

Warning: it's Defender Strange he's a husband material. Fluff, cuddle, warm, love, sick.

As usual, I'm sorry if there are any wrong sentences or typos or grammatical mistakes, please forgive me and again English is not my first language, so I try to improve my language and writing in this way.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You've had a fever for 5 days which is kinda suck because you've been stuck in bed for 5 days. You are unable to wake up (stand up), eat or sleep well because of how uncomfortable your body is now, plus the temperature of your body temperature does not decrease. This made Stephen worry about your condition.

Sometimes he helps you by making some potions to reduce your body discomfort but it doesn't work and it takes a long time to recover or to make the potions. But there is time, Stephen puts his hand on your back and activates a warm energy through your body to help you sleep soundly.

Although Stephen is always busy with his defenders work, he is good at dividing his time to help you during these 5 days, for example like today.

Stephen was supposed to teach some classes today but due to some of his students volunteering to help a village that needs help, he has time to help you recover from your fever. Such as today, Stephen decided to cook chicken porridge for you because Stephen knows that your body is still not strong enough to eat chewy food so porridge is the first food he can think of. Plus, he still remembers his family's recipes so he has the advantage of cooking food for you to eat in the hope that you get well soon.

After Stephen finished cooking the chicken porridge, he then brought the food tray to the bedroom that you and Stephen shared.

Stephen opened the room door with Levi's help and entered the dim room. Stephen knew that you are quite sensitive to sunlight right now so he doesn't care about the atmosphere in his room now. So without a second thought he walked over to the bed where you were sleeping now. A thick blanket over your body makes you look a bit small and drown in the thickness of the blanket. Your forehead was visibly wet with sweat while your breath was a little labored because how bad your nose is now that it's full of mucus and makes it hard for you to breathe because your nose is blocked with mucus and prevents you from smelling anything around you.

Stephen then put the tray of food on the table next to the bed and kneeled on the side of your bed and stroked your head gently.

"Darling, wake up. You need to eat." Stephen whispered in that deep baritone voice.

You groaned softly then sighed heavily before slowly opening your eyes. When your eyes can fully open, you are greeted by the handsome face of your husband by your side who looks concerned.

"hey" Stephen whispered then pushed a few stray strands of your hair that framed half your face to your ear.

"hey" you replied in your raspy voice.

"How did you sleep? Is it good or not?" Stephen stroke your hair.

"a little bit but still good. Thanks to the spell you put. i feel a little bit good" you rasped.

Stephen nodded and helped you sit up. You groaned in discomfort.

Stephen then turned on the table lamp and looked at you with concern then reached for a cup filled with water and handed it to you. You took the cup and sipped the water until it ran out. You then gave the cup back to Stephen and sighed with relief after being able to relieve your dry throat.

"you need to eat so I made chicken porridge for you. Thanks to my old family recipes that I still remember" Stephen held the bowl of porridge in his hand.

You nodded without protest. Stephen then brought the spoon containing the porridge and fed it to you. Although the porridge is a little hot, it tastes very good for your current situation. You hummed with satisfaction. Stephen then kept feeding you the porridge until it was half gone because you couldn't eat anymore because you were worried you would throw up. With that Stephen put the half finished porridge back on the table and stroked your hair.

"Are you sure you don't want to eat anymore? There's only a little left to finish" Stephen said lowly.

"I'm afraid I'll throw up so it's better to eat half" you mumbled.

"need anything? like shower? massage your body? take medicine or more spell for comfort?" Stephen offered to you. His hand is still stroking your hair.

You shook your head. "No, but I want to cuddle with you" you replied while holding Stephen's hand that was stroking your hair.

"well I can't refuse that offer" Stephen then got up and lay down next to you while hugging your body and bringing your body close to his body.

Stephen then put your head on his chest and put his face close to the top of your hair and kiss a few times, every once in a while he took a long breath to smell your scent.

"this is nice" you mumbled into your husband's chest.

"yes, you are right..it is nice,Mrs Strange"

[blackcat2907]

A Father Ratio sick fic! Enjoy! I shall see you all in a week!

[soapy-soartp]

Day 11 of @whumperless-whump-event

Day: 11 - A MINOR ANNOYANCE (late entry!)

Prompt: Stuffy nose / Hate to be sick / "I'm fine, I can work."

Fandom: Honkai Star Rail

Characters: Aventurine and Dr. Ratio

Aventurine wanted to pay a visit to his dear doctor, after all he had to thank him for the cat cakes! He lets him in, having gotten a spare key to the other’s home after an… unfortunate incident during a lonely night that left him in a dire state.

“Ratio?” Aventurine asks, as he looks into the doctor's house.

Strangely enough the entirety of the doctor's house was shrouded in darkness, the only light a warm yellow coming from the study. Plus uncharacteristically of his good doctor, the home was in disarray(well not to the typical person's eyes but to the Dr. it definitely was).

So he sneakily crept further in, picking things up off the floor on his way to the purple haired man's vast study room and home office.

“Veritas?” He asks, peeking into the only lit room.

“Mmhg?” Was grunted at him while he sees the doctor’s slumped over form sit up and stretch.

He lets a sound close to a snort, it isn’t very often he catches his doctor sleeping on his job, he’s typically very diligent! But as he gets closer he starts noticing things, the others tense shoulders, the sniffing, the real pain behind the grimace he always seems to wear. Well, he understands the situation perfectly now.

“Veri…still grading papers huh?” He says tentatively, while peering over the doctors desk at the scattered papers on it.

He gets a hum and then the purple haired man is back to slouching over, his head in his hands. Which concern’s Aventurine more, he hums back and hovers his hands on the doctors tense shoulders.

“How long have you been doing this?” He asked softly, hovering just behind the doctor.

“… Doesn't matter, I gotta finish this,” was the slightly slurred and stuffy response from his obviously sick and in pain partner.

“Veritas, your literally a doctor in medicine, among other things, you-“ he tries to reason but he was cut off.

“I can keep working!” Was petulantly said, while the doctor pouted like a child and continued to struggle reading whatever it was his students wrote.

Aventurine sighed and layed a soft hand on the doctors shoulder, seeing that he didn’t cause a negative reaction he begins to message the stiff shoulders lightly. In response the other immediately relaxed into hsi chair, showing exactly how tired he really was, despite the situation the blonde couldn't help but laugh.

“C’mon I’ll run you a hot bath, that’ll help you relax and sleep, yeah?”

[pandagobrr]

Okay so this took a while, what with school starting up and my brain not cooperating with me, but here it is! And boy is it a doozy, the longest chapter yet.

[bebx]

Relationship: Daniel Harrow & Simon Van Reyk

Summary:

Harrow catches a cold and decides to make it everybody's problem... especially Simon's.

[funstyle]

Theres more going on in the remote corners of this website than we can ever fathom

[bugbytez13]

Did the recent quests and holy shit, Dr. Ratio is so pretty. I imagine he's the kinda guy that wears that sculpture mask to hide how he looks when hes sick 👀👀

AHHH YES! he’s def the kind of guy to just ignore his illness and hide it from everyone else, and his sculpture masks just make it so much easier! to his benefit and his detriment as well 😭 he’s probably the type of guy to think it helps keep others from getting sick… and maybe it does but since it’s over his entire face it does not help him AT ALL! god i lobe this guy

[vicvinegarandhughhoney]

Whumpril Day 15- Alt Prompt 4: No Appetite

Hey, you want a cheese fry?”

Dr Gallant shoves the little cardboard receptacle underneath Coop’s nose, and Neela sees him blanch. His fist jumps up to his mouth.

Oh.

OR

Coop goes out to a work gathering with the stomach flu.

[drc00l4tt4]

Pla do a POV of melvinborg comforting Y/N cause they're sick

Melvinborg x Reader;;

Lovesick

SICKFIC REQUEST HELL YEAH. Also this took so long to finish I apologize

You laid in bed and groaned, running your fingers through your hair. You were sick- extremely sick. You felt like you were on fire. Dramatic, yes, but accurate.

You sighed and pulled out your phone, not having the energy to get out of bed or shout for your husband (Melvin) to come help you. He was currently down in your shared lab working on an invention commission. You sent a message to him, your fingers wobbling with each tap. Your text read; "Heyy honey, im siccj, coukd you bribg up some medicine please? Thankg you 💕"

Within a minute you could hear fastly approaching footsteps coming to your room. The door opened moderately quickly and soon Melvin was by your side. "I'm here," he spoke softly, gently stroking your hair. "Mm.. You got here.. fast." You muttered, your voice hoarse. You began coughing, which prompted Melvin to start preparing the medicine for you to take. "Of course. You're my partner, I want to take care of you when you need me, that's my job. Well- metaphorically. It doesn't feel like a job, that's not what I meant," Melvin continued rambling on and on while you just listened to his voice without paying attention to what he was actually saying.

"Anyhow, I need you to sit up." Melvin stated. You did as requested, sitting up while slouching a bit. "Make sure you swallow all of it or it won't help." He said while putting a spoonful of liquid medicine to your lips. You took it without fuss but immediately started coughing once it was down.

"Ew! Ew ew ew- nasty-" You complained, which caused Melvin to start laughing lightly. "Do you think my suffering is funny, Mr. Sneedly?" You asked in a joking tone, your voice still hoarse. "Yes, Mx. Sneedly, I think it's hilarious." He teased. You let out a fake offended noise before going straight into another coughing fit.

"Alright, alright, enough talking, lay down." Melvin stated through light chuckles, gently pushing you back until you were laying down on the bed once again. "But I don't wannaaaa," You whined. "Well you gottaaa, you stale muffin. If you don't, you'll feel worse." He said, gently pushing down on your shoulder so you couldn't attempt to get back up.

"You're meaaan," You grumbled. "And you're sick." Melvin sighed, "Please just rest. I'll.. I'll spend all day with you tomorrow if you rest now, okay?" He said, attempting to bribe you with the idea of spending extra time with him. It worked; you relaxed on the bed with a dramatic sigh. "Fiiine.. Hmph."

Melvin smiled softly and gently played with your hair, watching as you relaxed more due to the affection. He knew you basically melted when he gave you plenty of attention and affection, so that was his method of 'bait' to get you to relax for the time being.

"Waitt, if you're near me, won't you get sick tooo?" You asked, sniffling as you began to feel congested. "Depends on if you choose to sneeze on me. As long as you don't sneeze or cough on me, I'll be okay. My immune system is much stronger than yours because of my cybernetics actually. The nerves on my robotic side can't hold in germs, so.." His voice became a blur to you as he continued rambling, and you became more tired.

You slowly but surely fell asleep to his voice. You could feel his human hand playing with your hair as he spoke, and you drifted off.

[icefeather22]

Posted Day 3 for the Rarepair Week!

Prompt: Caring for the other

Relationships: Fujisaki Chihiro/Celestia Ludenberg

Summary: Works for the Rarepair Week from June 16 to June 22.

Chapter summary: Celestia goes to visit Chihiro at night once again, but she quickly learns that the lady is sick, now all she wants is to make sure Chihiro is being taken care of.

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I couldn't resist to add a chapter related to my Vampire AU as soon as I saw the prompt, if you want to check it out here is a link to the series: https://archiveofourown.org/series/3796210