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Cramps and Cuddy

Summary: Reader goes to work despite feeling terrible and being on her period which is always rather bad for her. Luckily she gets help from Dr Cuddy who takes good care of her.

TW: nausea (no vomiting though), fainting, periods

Words: 3.5k

A/n NEW FANDOMMMMM also I’m alive. Just been … livin my best life :)

To say you felt bad was an understatement. Somewhere between the stress and busyness of your life as a doctor you had managed to only notice the absence of your period by the time it had been missing for four going on five months.

This happened to you sometimes. When you were stressed or overworked your period would take a vacation, but it would always be back with vengeance. The longer it was away the worse the force in which it came back with.

You honestly were considering calling out of work. Your mid section was rolling with cramps, and you felt vaguely nauseous, not to mention how heavy it was.

You cursed any god that would listen as you heard your phone ring, knowing it would be exactly the opposite of what you wanted, a day off.

Sucking in a breath, you snatched your phone off the bedside table and answered the call. Half expecting the voice to belong to your asshat of a boss, you were pleasantly surprised to hear from your boss's boss. Who was much sweeter and more palatable when you felt this terrible. However, that wouldn’t change the content of the call.

“Hello?” You answered still feeling exhausted which was reflected in your voice which was deeper and slightly more gravelly than normal despite the abundance of oestrogen in your body right now.

“Hey y/n.” Dr Cuddy’s voice sounded down the phone. “I saw your text asking to stay home today but I’m afraid house is out today probably causing misery elsewhere. I need you and the ducklings to come in to cover his caseload and clinic hours for today and possibly the rest of the week.” She said with a sigh of someone who was used to dealing with houses unexplained absences and unpredictable yet highly mapped schedule. It wasn’t a matter of organising it that was the issue, Cuddy mapped houses day down to bathroom breaks but it was more a matter of if he followed it, which was almost never to be precise.

“Alright.” You sighed steeling yourself to deal with getting ready. “When do you need me and what am I doing?” You asked.

“If it’s alright with you I wanted the ducklings to cover the tricky cases and you and I can split houses clinic hours so we should be done early.” She said sounding slightly apologetic for making you come in.

“Ok, when do you need me in?” You asked rubbing your palm to your eye as a headache began to press itself against your skull behind your eye socket.

“As soon as possible if you can.” Cuddy said sounding more guilty than apologetic now.

“Ok. See you in roughly twenty minutes Dr Cuddy.” You said before she bid her farewells and ended the call.

You spent around two of your twenty minutes staring at the wall opposite your bed and struggling to plan how you were going to survive clinic duty while feeling so awful yourself. But Cuddy needed you and you prided yourself on your work ethic and to blatantly refuse to help would only end with you laying in bed all day feeling guilty. Which, when mixed with hormones was never going to end any other way than with tears and self loathing.

Drawing a deep breath, you held it for a second and exhaled through your mouth. Steeling your nerves you stood up and the room spun for a second, but it steadied before you went crashing to the floor. Gritting your teeth you slowly begun to painstaking process of getting ready for work. You had to sit to brush your hair as standing too long made your head feel floaty and the room would start spinning.

After detangling your bedhead and applying some product you scrunched some mousse to keep the curls and threw on some scrubs. Looking slightly more presentable but still feeling atrocious, you grabbed your bus card opting not to drive to work today due to the pain you were in. Those two Panadol you had taken earlier doing nothing to help with the pain in your midsection.

One very rough bus trip later you stepped into the foyer and crossed the reception area to the lift. As you pressed the button and the doors closed, the lift lurched upwards. You reached blindly for the rail as it threw you off balance feeling slightly dizzy still and using your other hand to protect your midsection with tossed with nausea at the unexpected and sudden movements of the life.

When you stepped off onto the clinic floor you took a moment to slip on your doctor's face despite still looking a few shades to pale to be considered your normal pallor.

Approaching the nurse behind the desk she looked you up and down, raising an eyebrow before simply handing you a stack of files. You nodded at her thankfully, not feeling like you could open your mouth without spewing on the desk at this point and headed to an empty exam room.

You thumbed through the files and fought down another wave of nausea before feeling ready to take on your first patient of the day. Swollowing back the thick feeling in your throat you took a deep breath and called in your first for the day.

You hadn’t seen Cuddy yet, so she was most likely already busy with patients like you.

After seeing two or three people, you had already lost count due to the pounding in your head only exacerbated by the flickering fluorescent lights overhead, you stepped back into the waiting room. Your eyes locked with Dr Cuddy who had been handing a file to the nurse behind the desk. A whirlwind of emotions crossed her face upon see your state. Ranging from shock to worry to neutral. She said her thanks to the nurse and began to head over to you. Panicking you called for your next patient. And before Cuddy could pull you aside, she was waylaid by a panicked patient begging to be seen next. Something about a ringing noise that just wouldn’t stop.

By the time Cuddy looked back to where you had been you were gone along with your patient. The door to exam room one shut behind the both of you. Cuddy frowned but took the man into a room to deal with.

It was another half an hour before you saw her again. You had moved onto a new patient’s file when the door cracked open, and Cuddy poked her head in. She scanned the room before finding it empty bar yourself as she slipped inside and sat on the exam bed.

“Y/n.” She said her voice slightly stern.

“Yes Dr?” You said feigning ignorance to her disapproval.

“You shouldn’t be working; you look dead on your feet. How much sleep did you get last night? You should have told me you were sick, and I would have had Wilson cover for house while you got some rest.” She said crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m not sick. I’m fine. Just tired.” You said deflecting.

“You're squinting.” She said matter of factly.

“And?” You asked.

“You only do that when you have a headache or a migraine. The fact you’ve reread that file three times since I came in here leads me to believe it’s not a particularly gently one either. You have dark smudges under your eyes and wether you realise it or not your left hand is protecting your stomach. And since I know your note pregnant, your either nauseous or hungry and I saw you wrinkle your nose at the smell of a patients' granola bar, so I know it’s the former. You're fighting with your pen which you only do when your anxious and your tight posture tells me you're in pain. How far off am I?” She asked softly.

“And they call house the genius.” You scoffed and sunk your head into your hands. A second later you felt a gently hand rubbing up and down your back as you leant into it.

“You can’t be feeling well.” Cuddy said sympathetically before pausing her movements.

Gently she spun the chair around and pried your hands from your face, shielding them from the light with her left hand as she used the back of her right to gauge the temprature of your forehead.

“Darling, your warm.” She said.

“No, I’m tired.” You said feeling worse for making her worry.

“Who says you can’t be both.” She said softly. “You need to rest. I’m giving your clinic hours to Wilson.” She decided as she gently stroked your hair from your face with her manicured nails.

“Now, how about we start with how your feeling? What are your symptoms and how long have you been feeling this way?” She asked softly.

“Well, it all begun when I was fourteen and ever since I’ve been cursed to suffer each month for roughly three to six days.” You said and Cuddy frowned sympathetically.

“What are you feeling?” She asked keeping her voice low.

“Headache, light sensitivity, nausea, loss of appetite, cramps, lightheaded when I stand up and dizzy. Sometimes the rooms spinning when it shouldn’t be, and the smell of food makes me want to throw up. And it’s too warm.” You said and Cuddy looked worried.

“How about you rest in my office, and I’ll come check on you when I can. I’ll drive you home after my shift as your sure as hell in no state to get yourself home.” She said. “We can turn the lights out and turn the AC on to lower your temperature. Ok?” She asked.

You swallowed and nodded.

“Nauseous?” She asked and you nodded.

“Like you're going to be sick?” She asked and you paused for a second before shaking your head no. “Alright.” She said grabbing a sick bag from the cupboard anyway.

“‘M n’t gonna be sick.” You mumbled still clutching your mid section.

“Better safe than sorry love.” Cuddy said softly as she tucked the sickbag into her coat pocket. “You feel ready to move to my office yet?” She asked hovering nearby.

“No.” You deadpanned.

“Well, its either that or a stretcher and I’m pretty sure you don’t want that.” She joked, offering you her hand to take.

“I feel terrible.” You said shaking your head and accidentally making the room spin and tip. You groaned holding your head with one hand.

“Oh honey, come on you’ll feel better.” She said softly.

“Alright.” You said tentatively taking her hand as she gently pulled you to your feet. She tucked you into her side as you began to sway dangerously from side to side.

“Don’t pass out on me now.” She joked and you smiled slightly.

“Don’t tempt me. And I make no promises.” You said feeling worse with each step you took.

You were still tucked under Cuddy’s arm as she supported most of your weight as you passed the nurses station, drawing a few pairs of eyes as you went. Cuddy’s attentive gaze switched to her ‘Dean of medicine’ look as she challenged any of the onlookers to say something. They all went back to work as Cuddy let you into her office.

You felt awful, the short trip somehow taking what little energy you had left away from you.

You saw a small pile of files on the couch and Cuddy swore softly knowing she’d have to move them for you too lay down.

“Can you stand on your own for a second while I sort this out?” She asked sounding hesitant to leave you based on how much you were leaning on her for support.

“Mmhmm.” You said with a weak nod.

Cuddy hesitated but slipped out from your side. She watched as you swayed for a second and gave her a weak thumbs up. She chuckled with worry before quickly moving to sort out the couch.

While Cuddy fussed with the files you felt the colour draining from your face. Your head spun and began to float away as your vision went patchy. You felt your body began to drop before you fell into nothingness. The impact never reaching your unconscious mind.

While Cuddy cleared away the files she kept glancing back at you. Stopping when she saw the colour draining from your face as you swayed. She swore softly and quickly crossed the room as your body dropped.

Cuddy half leapt the last few steps towards you, getting to you just in time to wrap an arm around your torso and another under your head. She gently lowered you to the ground with your head resting in her lap as her legs were folded under her. Your face was extremely pale as she gently tapped your cheek to try and rouse you.

“Y/n? Y/n.” She repeated her concern growing by the second. She glanced at the clock taking note of the time, her doctor skills kicking in to time your episode.

After almost half a minute your eyes began to flutter. Cuddy gently stroked your cheek with one finger as she repeated your name.

Your eyes finally opened, and you groaned.

“Y/n? Are you with me?” She asked softly. You smacked your lips making Cuddy smile slightly despite her worry for you.

“Yeah, I think so.” You said with a frown.

“You think.” She teased softly.

“Mmm.” You hummed shutting your eyes again.

“Nope. Keep those eyes open for me love.” She said tapping your cheek. Your skin was still ghostly pale.

“What happened?” You groaned, ignoring Cuddy's request and keeping your eyes shut.

“You passed out.” She said softly. “Do you feel ready to move to the couch?” She asked. And you shook your head.

“Rooms spinni’g.” You said.

“Alright.” Cuddy frowned. “Can I pick you up?” She asked softly.

“You can try.” You said with a half chuckle.

Cuddy, with more ease than you were expecting, gently lifted you off the floor and set you down on her couch. You gave her a questioning look.

“Im stronger than I look.” She said brushing a curl from your face and frowning. “Your warm still.” She noted. “Stay here, I’ll be right back.”

“Not going anywhere.” You groaned and she smiled despite her mounting worry for you.

Your eyes began to drift shut from the exhaustion.

Next thing you knew you felt someone’s thumb on your lip. Opening your eyes slightly, you saw Cuddy standing over you ask she pulled your lip down with her thumb and you opened your mouth as she stuck the thermometer under your tongue. With a gentle finger under your chin, she shut your mouth.

“Keep that there for a second alright?” She asked and you nodded. Eyes drifting shut again.

Cuddy pulled her chair over to sit next to the couch as she pulled out her laptop and balanced it on her knees.

“How are you feeling now?” She asked as she gently rubbed your bicep.

You looked at her with sad eyes and gave her a thumbs down with a shrug. Cuddy frowned and nodded.

“Let me know if you need anything, I’ll be right here, ok?” She said and you nodded before letting your eyes drift shut again.

Barely a second later you heard the thermometer beep, and you opened an eye to see Cuddy typing on her laptop with one hand while using the other to keep the thermometer in your mouth. You must have fallen asleep.

Cuddy looked up from her concentration on the third beep and gave you a soft smile seeing you awake. She gently took the device from between your lips and turned the small screen over. Her brows pinched as she read the number. 102.4 a high fever.

“Alright.” She said taking note of your flushed cheeks and pale face. “I’ll be right back.” She said and you nodded.

She returned a second later having grabbed an ice pack and cloth from the nurse's station. Gently she lifted your head with one hand and placed the ice pack wrapped in its cloth under your neck before lowering your head back down onto the pillow.

She paused looking you up and down and mentally cataloging your visible symptoms. “How are you feeling?” She asked.

“Terrible.” You responded bluntly.

“Are they usually this bad?” She asked.

“No. I’ve just been stressed, and I missed a month or five because of … I don’t even know … probably stress?” You said phrasing it almost like a question.

“You sure you're not pregnant?” She asked gently. You scrunched your nose at the question.

“Um… no way?” You said. Cuddy raised a brow at your tone.

“Are you sure?”

“Unless you can suddenly get pregnant without sex or a man, then yes I am.” You said and she nodded. “Im ace … and a lesbian. I doubt my equally ace girlfriend would be impressed if I was pregnant.” You said with a grin and Cuddy laughed.

“Yeah, that’ll be a definite no on the pregnancy question then.” She grinned.

At that moment a particularly sharp cramp hit, and you curled up slightly. Cuddy frowned as you screwed your eyes shut against the pain.

“I’m going to go find you some pain killers. I know I have some around here somewhere due to how much of a headache seems to follow ever visit from house.” She said and you nodded.

“I need to …” you said trailing off and cheeks flushing. “I need to change my pad.” You said with a burning blush.

“Alight. Do you have what you need?” She asked and when you stayed quiet, she added, “There are spare pads and tampons under the sink in my bathroom, help yourself.” She said and you nodded. “Do you need any help?” She asked and you shook your head.

“Maybe just to get there and back.” You added after a second, chewing on your lip.

Cuddy gently removed your bottom lip from between your teeth with her thumb and a tender almost motherly look as she helped you sit upright.

She took most of your weight as the two of you slowly walked to the bathroom. Once you made it there you thanked her and after she checked you were ok, shut the door.

You changed your pad and took mental stock of your body while looking yourself up and down in the mirror. You looked rough to put it nicely.

After taking a breath to gather yourself you opened the door. Cuddy walked back over from her desk and helped you back to the couch. You still felt dizzy, and Cuddy passed you an unscrewed bottle of water. You took it mumbling a thank you.

Cuddy studied you closely as you swayed slightly sitting up.

“If you pass out again, I’m admitting you, got it?” She said with a firmness in her voice that left no room for arguments.

You nodded and sipped the water. After barely any you tried to put it back but Cuddy stopped you.

“You need to stay hydrated.” She said guiding your hand with the bottle back to your lips. “Blood loss makes that especially important on your period.” She added and you sipped the water some more.

Feeling slightly less lightheaded you laid back down.

“Tired?” Cuddy asked. And you nodded.

“Yeah.” You whispered. “Tired and sore.” You agreed and Cuddy smiled down at you brushing the hair from your face.

“You’ll be alright. Take a nap. I’m going to do some work; I’ll be just over there.” She said pointing at her desk and you nodded, already drifting off.

Cuddy worked quietly, praying nobody would disturb her as you slept.

An hour passed, then two and Cuddy knew she had to wake you up soon to change your pad and have some more pain medicine.

Checking the time, she paged Wilson to bring a sandwhich and a wrap to her office. It was past lunch and you hadn’t eaten. She was hoping you’d be able to stomach some food despite your nausea.

Cuddy prepared some pain meds and cracked open another bottle of water before gently kneeling down beside you and rubbing your back.

“Y/n.” She whispered softly as your eyes fluttered open.

“Mmm.” You groaned stretching out like a cat in the sun and making Cuddy smile slightly.

“Time for meds and a bathroom break.” Cuddy said and you nodded. Taking the meds you stood, swaying before Cuddy stabilised you with an arm around your shoulders before helping you to the bathroom.

Whilst you changed your pad Wilson came and left the food with Cuddy, having been paged himself to tend to a patient.

After you and Cuddy had eaten with minimal issues you returned to resting on the couch feeling safe and well looked after you were able to drift off to sleep again. Knowing you’d be ok with Cuddy watching over you.

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Ghost of Seattle Chapter 62

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Content: injury whump, fainting, fear of caretaker, respectful caretaker, self hate

"You're going to be a soldier too. Starting today."

Ghost's fingers trembled as he cleaned his knife on his backup shitrag. He felt like he was going to pass out. His body couldn't take much more. Lips and fingers numb, he felt like he was blind the way he gripped Amherst's knife.

That Kiraba kid came close up. Ghost turned partly away, hiding Amherst's knife behind a fold of his sweatpants. 

The boy's brown eyes looked red because of the sunset light cast through them. They were very open right now; he looked gentle. Ghost's chest tightened. What the hell was this unpredictable guy going to do next?

"It's okay. They left." Kiraba said. He must be one of those people that can read faces.

Ghost was losing feeling in his legs. The gash through his side burned and stung a little less as his consciousness faded little by little.

"Ghost?" Kiraba said.

He was suddenly in Ghost's face.

"You--you wouldn't believe how..." Ghost's knees crumbled before he could say it and he fell sideways into Kiraba's arms. Kiraba must be very strong; he caught him easily.

That brought on thoughts. Bad thoughts. Hard arms around his waist while someone pistol-whipped the back of his head.

The thoughts shot adrenaline into him. He gasped hard in as Kiraba gently brought him down.

"Don't. Don't touch me." He whispered, choking the words because his chest was too tight. He thought Kiraba didn't hear him, but the boy quickly released him, letting him thump onto his back.

Kiraba was looking at Ghost, tearing up. He dried his eyes on the handkerchief around his neck. Then he reached for something at his side, and Ghost realized what it was about. He'd been sent to eliminate Ghost, and he didn't want to. Ghost decided to do what he always wished someone would have done to him--stop him.

Ghost brought his knife up to Kiraba's neck, just as he turned back.

"Huh--" The boy jerked back, and Ghost froze just in time. Kiraba was holding a cardboard box, not a weapon. Ghost felt his own grip weakening.

Kiraba grabbed his wrist--his hands were strong, it was like being crushed between rocks--and yanked the knife away.

"Can't you stop killing long enough for me to help you?" He said.

Ghost closed his eyes tight. 

"You think I'm a psycho killer?" The words were hard to get out. He felt stiff and tired.

"...No." Kiraba sighed, setting out some things from the box. "But why'd you do that?"

"My bad." Ghost grunted as Kiraba peeled back his sweatshirt, then his regular shirt. It stuck, and then burned when Kiraba pulled it off, like he was tearing his flesh apart. He whimpered. "Uh--fuck!--I... thought you were gonna kill me."

"I'm trying to help you, dude." Kiraba was fast and gentle moving Ghost's other layers back. The back of his fingers were warm and rough. Ghost was freezing.

"Nonononono..." Kiraba murmured, moving to see around Ghost's wound. His breath quickened. "I'm sorry. It's my fault."

He rested his bloody hand on Ghost's tummy, like he was checking if Ghost was breathing. 

Ghost opened his eyes, concerned.

"What?" 

Kiraba jumped and took his hand away, rubbing tears off on his shoulder with a startled face.

He rummaged around in his pockets to pull out a cloth, which he tucked down next to Ghost's hip. He pushed Ghost up onto his side so he wasn't lying with the wound pressed into the ground. 

"I'm so sorry." Kiraba said again, picking bits of stuff out. "I put you on the ground."

It just itched.

"I'm fine." Ghost said. "And it's not your fault."

Kiraba pushed up his shirt and sweatshirt higher. There was a squeak and then a stabbing sensation combined with cold running down onto his left side. Ghost cringed, curling up tight. Water. There must be dirt in the back.

"I don't know what I'm doing, but I promise it's better than nothing." Kiraba said.

Whatever he was doing hurt like he was getting burnt with a red-hot iron.

"I have some antibiotic..." Kiraba was searching.

"Don't waste it." Ghost said. He'd tried to say it loudly, but it was barely above a whisper.

"Huh?" Kiraba leaned over him to see his face. "Waste? It's not waste. It's for injuries."

"Not... people like me..." Ghost was tired. His head ached bad. 

"People like you?" Kiraba sounded almost disgusted. "It's for people. End of story."

Ghost didn't have strength to argue, or even cry. So he just lay there curled in, while Kiraba put ointment and bandages on the graze wound in his side.

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There’s something about a whumpee just sitting down. Not fainting, necessarily. Maybe they’re just about to faint, and they quietly just kneel on the ground at a time and place that doesn’t make sense. They don’t even have the capacity or willingness to articulate why they need to abruptly stop and sit. Maybe they’re catatonic while the others look at them.

Maybe a caretaker can see the dull, vacant look in their eyes and immediately senses that something is seriously wrong. Maybe the fainting comes just a few moments later.

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You Faint | Bang Chan

ᑉ³pairing; Bang Chan x Reader

ᑉ³genre; Sickfic, Comfort, Fluff,

ᑉ³warnings; Fainting due to Dehydration and being busy, mentions of not eating, mentions of not drinking water, kissing, Implied Female reader, Established relationship

ᑉ³Authors Note; Other members coming soon!

Part of the "He helps you when.." collection. Other members parts: Chan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

In the flurry of your responsibilities as a personal assistant to the CEO of a massive corporation, every second counts, every task critical to the smooth functioning of the business. Despite the hunger gnawing at your stomach and the parched feeling in your throat, you soldier on, driven by the need to ensure that everything operates seamlessly for your employer.

Hours blur together as you navigate the demands of the corporate world, your own needs pushed to the sidelines in the relentless pursuit of success. The weight of expectations presses down on you with each passing moment, propelling you forward even as exhaustion threatens to overwhelm you. You don't have time to notice the way your limbs grow heavy with fatigue, the world around you fading into a distant blur as you push yourself beyond your limits.

But as the day wears on, your body begins to rebel against the neglect it's been subjected to. Dizziness clouds your vision, a warning sign of the toll the day's exertions have taken. With every step, your limbs grow heavier, protesting against the punishing pace you've been maintaining.

And then, without warning, it all becomes too much. Your vision blurs, black spots dancing at the edges as dizziness overwhelms your senses. Your knees buckle beneath you, unable to support the weight of your weakened body, and before you can even comprehend what's happening, darkness claims you.

As consciousness slowly seeps back into your awareness, you find yourself nestled on the plush couch of the CEO's office, the soft hum of the air conditioner the only sound in the room. Your head throbs with the remnants of your fainting spell, a dull ache echoing through your skull.

Blinking groggily, you glance around the room, your eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. To your surprise, you find yourself surrounded by two or three other assistants, their faces etched with concern as they hover nearby, murmuring amongst themselves.

"Hey, are you okay?" one of them asks, her voice laced with worry as she kneels beside you, her hand hovering over your forehead. "You gave us quite a scare there."

You nod weakly, the events of the day slowly coming back to you in fragmented pieces. "I... I think so," you mumble, your words slurred with exhaustion.

The other assistants exchange worried glances, their concern palpable in the air. "You should rest for a bit," another assistant suggests, her tone gentle as she helps you sit up, offering you a glass of water.

Taking a sip, you feel the cool liquid soothe your parched throat, the sensation a welcome relief. As you lean back against the cushions, you're grateful for the support of your colleagues, their presence a comforting reminder that you're not alone in your struggles.

"Thanks," you murmur, offering them a weak smile. "I appreciate it."

"We were so worried about you," one of them says, her voice filled with genuine concern. "You gave us quite the scare."

You offer a weak smile, still feeling disoriented and unsure of what happened. "I'm sorry," you mumble, your words barely audible.

Another assistant nods sympathetically. "We called for help," she explains gently. "We wanted to make sure you were okay."

You furrow your brow, confusion clouding your thoughts. "Called for help." you repeat, the words sinking in slowly.

Your mind feels foggy, memories hazy and fragmented, making it difficult to grasp the severity of the situation. The concern in the assistant's eyes only adds to your growing sense of unease, prompting a knot of anxiety to tighten in your chest.

Before anyone can elaborate further, the door to the CEO's office swings open, and Chan rushes in, his expression a mix of panic and relief. "I got here as fast as I could," he says breathlessly, his eyes darting around the room until they land on you. "Are you okay? What happened?"

You swallow hard, the reality of the situation hitting you like a ton of bricks. They called Chan, your emergency contact, before they even called the paramedics. You feel a pang of guilt knowing that he's here now, worrying about you, when you hadn't wanted to burden him.

As Chan rushes to your side, his expression a mix of relief and concern, you can see the worry etched into every line of his face. His hands tremble slightly as he reaches out to grasp yours, his touch both reassuring and desperate.

"I... I don't know," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just... I fainted, I think."

Chan's eyes widen with alarm, his grip on your hand tightening. "You fainted?" he repeats, his voice tinged with disbelief. Chan's concern deepens, his brows furrowing with worry. "Do you know why?" he asks gently. "Did you eat today? Drink enough water?"

You shift uncomfortably under his scrutiny, the guilt of neglecting your own well-being weighing heavily on you. "I... I may have forgotten," you admit sheepishly, avoiding his gaze.

His expression softens with understanding, but a flicker of frustration dances in his eyes. "Y/N.."

"I just didn't have time," you whine, feeling the weight of his disappointment settle over you. "I have deadlines to meet, and it's been really busy here with the CEO prepping for a major partnership with another company. Plus, I'm in line for a promotion, Chan. If I do well, it's almost guaranteed. But if I fail, then I have no shot."

Chan's expression doesn’t give much away, but his resolve remains firm. "It's not that important," he insists, his tone gentle but firm. "There will always be other opportunities. Your health should come first."

You shake your head, frustration bubbling to the surface. "Not everyone can lead and be super talented like you, Chan," you argue, your voice tinged with emotion. "Some of us have to work twice as hard just to keep up."

"I know it feels that way," he says gently, as he reaches out to cup your cheek, his touch warm and comforting. "You're already doing more than enough," he assures you, his gaze unwavering. "But your health should never be sacrificed for success."

You sigh, feeling the weight of his words settling over you. "I know," you whisper, your voice heavy with resignation.

Chan's hums at your response, his hand lingering on your cheek for a moment longer before he reluctantly withdraws. "Let's go home," he says gently, " You need rest."

With a heavy heart, you rise from the couch, your legs trembling beneath you as the full extent of your exhaustion becomes apparent. Chan's eyes widen in concern as he notices your struggle, his expression softening with empathy.

"Here, let me help you," he says, moving to your side and slipping an arm around your waist for support.

You lean into him gratefully, feeling the warmth of his embrace. With Chan's steadying presence, you manage to make your way out of the CEO's office and towards the elevator, your fatigue pressing down on you with each step.

As you reach the lobby, Chan guides you towards the exit, but when you attempt to take a step forward, your legs buckle beneath you, weakened by fatigue. Chan's eyes widen in alarm, his arms wrapping around you protectively as he catches you before you fall.

"Are you okay?" he asks, his voice filled with concern.

You nod weakly, feeling embarrassed by your inability to stand on your own two feet. "I'm just... really tired," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

Without hesitation, Chan sweeps you up into his arms, his strength a reassuring presence against your exhausted frame. "Let's get you home," he says softly, his voice filled with tenderness.

You nestle into his embrace, feeling safe and secure in his arms as he carries you out of the building and towards the waiting car.

Once you're settled into the car, Chan drives you home with careful attention, his concern never wavering as he steals glances at you from time to time. When you finally arrive at your apartment, he helps you out of the car and guides you inside, his arm wrapped protectively around you.

As you enter the cozy sanctuary of your home, Chan guides you towards the couch. However, he senses your hesitation, the way you lean heavily on him as if struggling to keep your balance.

"You need to rest," he insists softly, his voice laced with concern as he helps you settle onto the cushions. Despite his gentle urging, you remain silent, the weariness evident in every line of your body.

"I feel gross," you finally murmur, your voice barely above a whisper, admitting to the discomfort that weighs heavily on you.

Chan's brows furrow with worry, his gaze searching your face for any sign of discomfort or pain. Seeing your distress, he nods in understanding.

"Would you like to take a shower?" he suggests gently, his tone filled with empathy. He waits patiently for your response, ready to provide the support and comfort you need

You shake your head slowly, a feeling of exhaustion washing over you. "I don't think I have the energy," you confess, feeling a pang of guilt at the admission.

Chan's expression fills with empathy as he steps closer, his hand reaching out to gently squeeze yours. "That's okay," he reassures you, his voice soft and comforting. "Why don't we start with something smaller? Like washing your hair?"

You blink back tears, starting to feel overwhelmed. "I just... I feel so drained," you admit, your voice trembling with emotion.

Chan nods sympathetically, his gaze filled with compassion. "I understand," he says softly, his words a soothing balm to your weary soul. "Let's take it one step at a time, okay?

As Chan helps you make your way to the bathroom, you feel the weight of exhaustion pulling at your limbs. With his steady support, you settle on the edge of the bathtub, feeling drained and weak. Chan kneels beside you, his gentle hands reaching for the shower head. His concerned gaze meeting yours.

"Lean back," he murmurs, his voice a soothing melody in the quiet bathroom. You obey, allowing your head to rest against the edge of the tub as Chan pours the water over your hair, the liquid cascading down in a comforting stream.

The sensation of the warm water against your scalp is both soothing and revitalizing, washing away the weariness that has settled deep within your bones. Chan's touch is tender, his fingers massaging your scalp with care as he works shampoo into your hair, creating a rich lather that fills the air with a subtle scent of eucalyptus.

As Chan tenderly tends to your needs, a wave of helplessness crashes over you, leaving you feeling small and useless. The inability to perform even the simplest tasks on your own gnaws at you, a constant reminder of your vulnerability. You watch as Chan effortlessly takes care of everything, his competence highlighting your own shortcomings.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you struggle to suppress the rising tide of frustration and self-doubt. "I hate feeling like this," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper, tinged with the bitterness of inadequacy.

"Like what?" Chan's voice is gentle, his concern evident as he seeks to understand you.

"Helpless," you confess, the word heavy with emotion.

Chan notices the heaviness in your sigh and the sorrow in your eyes, and his heart aches with empathy. Leaning closer, he places a soft kiss on your lips.

"You're not helpless, love," he murmurs, his voice soft and filled with affection. "You're just taking a break. Everyone needs a little help sometimes, even superheroes like you."

His words are like a warm embrace, wrapping around you with love and understanding.

"You're my baby," he whispers, "And I'll always be here to take care of you, no matter what."

As Chan rinses the shampoo from your hair, the water running clear and pure, you feel a sense of renewal wash over you. With each gentle stroke of his hands, you can feel your energy slowly returning, a flicker of hope igniting within your chest.

When the task is finally complete, Chan reaches for a fluffy towel, wrapping it around your shoulders with care. He helps you to stand, guiding you away from the bathtub.

"Let's dry your hair a bit so you don't go to bed with it wet," he suggests, his lips forming a shy smile. He grabs a hairdryer, carefully adjusting the settings before starting to blow dry your hair, the warm air a comforting embrace against your skin.

As he works, you feel a sense of peace settle over you, the sound of the hairdryer a soothing backdrop to the quiet intimacy of the moment.

Chan concentrates intently, his brow furrowing as he focuses on the task at hand. His brow furrows in concentration, his lips pursed in determination as he attempts to weave the strands of your hair into a braid. With each failed attempt, a mixture of frustration and amusement flickers across his features, his cheeks flushing slightly with embarrassment.

You can't help but find his earnest efforts endearing, and a soft chuckle escapes your lips as you watch him work. The sound fills the small bathroom, mingling with the gentle patter of water droplets.

"Where did you learn to braid?" you ask, genuine curiosity in your tone.

Chan looks up at you, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. "I've been teaching myself," he admits, his fingers still fumbling with the strands of your hair. "I thought... one day, when we have kids together, I want to be able to braid their hair. I want to be the kind of dad who can do that."

His vulnerability touches your heart, and you reach out to gently squeeze his hand, a tender smile playing on your lips. "You'll be an amazing dad," you assure him, your voice filled with love and admiration. "And you're already an amazing partner."

"I want to be better,"he says softly, his voice tinged with sincerity. "For you."

He leans in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss. His lips are soft against yours. As he pulls away, his eyes shimmering with adoration, he presses another tender kiss to your forehead before returning to his task.

"You did great," Chan whispers, his voice filled with pride and admiration, as he guides you to your bedroom. The soft glow of the bedside lamp casts a warm, comforting light across the room as he fusses over you, fluffing pillows and tucking blankets around you until you're cocooned in warmth.

With gentle hands, he arranges the pillows behind you, ensuring you're propped up just right for maximum comfort. He tucks the blankets snugly around your shoulders, his touch tender and reassuring as he ensures every corner is tucked in securely.

After making sure you're settled, Chan disappears into the kitchen, the faint clinking of dishes drifting through the air as he prepares your meal. Moments later, he returns with a tray laden with food – a simple yet nourishing meal, prepared with love.

The aroma of home-cooked food fills the room, mingling with the soft scent of freshly laundered sheets. Chan sets the tray down on your bedside table, arranging the dishes with care before settling in beside you.

As you eat, Chan sits close by, his warmth radiating beside you. He regales you with stories and jokes, his laughter filling the room with a sense of joy and ease. Each tale is punctuated by his infectious laughter, and despite your weariness, you can't help but smile at his antics.

As you finish your meal, feeling the warmth of the food spreading through your body, Chan rises from his seat beside you, his movements fluid and graceful as he clears away the dishes. The clinking of plates and silverware fills the air as he tidies up, his attention to detail evident in every gesture.

Once the dishes are cleared, Chan returns to your side, settling in beside you on the bed. He pulls you close, wrapping his arms around you in a gentle embrace. The familiar scent of his cologne envelops you, soothing away the remnants of tension that linger in your muscles.

With a contented sigh, you snuggle closer to him, reveling in the warmth and security of his embrace. Chan presses a tender kiss to your forehead, his touch a silent reassurance that everything will be okay.

"You have no idea what you do to me," he murmurs, his voice low and raw. As he speaks, he guides your hand to his chest, letting you feel the rapid thud of his heart beneath his shirt.

"Every time you're in pain or in danger," he continues, his voice barely above a whisper, "it's like my whole world stops."

You feel a lump form in your throat, a rush of emotion threatening to overwhelm you. "I'm sorry," you whisper, your voice trembling with emotion. "It wasn't on purpose."

Chan shakes his head, his grip tightening around you as if afraid to let go. "I know," he says softly. "But I need you to promise me something."

"What?" you ask.

"Promise me that you'll always try your best to care of yourself," he says, his tone earnest. "Promise me that you won't push yourself too hard, that you'll listen to your body and prioritize your health."

You meet his gaze, seeing the depth of his concern reflected in his eyes. With a nod, you offer him a small smile, filled with gratitude and determination.

"I promise," you vow, your voice steady with conviction.

Chan's eyes soften, a tender smile playing on his lips. "And I promise in return," he says softly, "to always be there when you need me, or a little extra help."

He settles back against the pillows, pulling you with him until you're both comfortable. As you nestle into each other, Chan reaches for the remote control, flicking through the channels until he finds a movie that catches your interest.

The soft glow of the TV bathes the room in a warm, flickering light as the movie begins to play. You rest your head against Chan's chest, feeling the rhythm of his heartbeat getting faster beneath your ear. It's a comforting sound, a reminder of the love and stability that he brings into your life.

As the movie unfolds, you lose yourself in the story, the worries and stresses of the day fading into the background. With Chan by your side, you feel safe and at peace, cocooned in a bubble of love and warmth.

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[vanteguccir]

── ୨୧ !　𝗙𝗔𝗜𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗦𝗣𝗘𝗟𝗟𝗦

　　　　　　　　　𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒐𝒍𝒐 x reader

SUMMARY: Where Y/N has severe low blood pressure, but seems to forget about it when getting up too quickly, causing her to pass out, but her boyfriend, Matt, is there to help her come back.

WARNING: Fainting.

REQUESTED?: Yes, by @heartzz4k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: That is my work, I DON'T authorize any plagiarism! | English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's any grammar error.

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"Do you want some popcorn, baby?" Y/N asked in a whisper, turning her head slightly to the right side, her eyes running over Matt's side profile.

Matt gently caressed the girl's legs that rested on top of his own, humming and reaching for the TV remote, pausing the movie.

"Yes, please." He nodded, finally looking back at her, a small smile appearing on his face. "You want help?"

"No, baby. I got this." Y/N muttered, receiving an "okay" from Matt, who grabbed his phone from the bedside table, ready to distract himself while he waited for his girlfriend and the food.

Y/N straightened her position on the bed before throwing her legs off the mattress, standing up abruptly.

She took minimal steps forward before feeling an immense heat rise through her body. Her skin felt like it was burning, and her heart started racing as her feet and hands felt numb. Her vision went completely dark, thousands of white dots flashing in the middle of the pitch black.

Y/N tried to lean on the mattress, but the distance between her hand and the bed made her lose her balance. Her legs weakened, causing her body to hit the floor with a dull thud, her mind blacking out instantly.

Matt lifted his head abruptly at the sound, his brow furrowed as his eyes searched for its source. A shock went through his brain when he saw his girlfriend lying on the floor.

The boy quickly crawled onto the bed until he reached the other side of the mattress, throwing himself on the floor, crouching down and sitting on top of his own bent legs.

"Hey baby, come on, talk to me." His eyes roamed the girl's body frantically, waiting for a reaction, only then realizing that his girlfriend was completely unconscious.

Y/N had severe low blood pressure, which caused her body and mind to weaken with the simplest things, from not eating much throughout the day or not eating anything salty, to standing up abruptly from a sitting or lying position; Matt knew about that, having witnessed several situations in which his girl went unconscious or almost, already knowing how to deal with it.

He quickly turned her body so that she was lying upright on the floor and face up, his hands worked on lifting her legs a few centimeters off the floor, carefully watching her body's reactions.

It didn't take more than seconds and soon his blue eyes caught the fingers of his girlfriend's hands moving slightly - almost imperceptibly -, followed by her eyelids trembling, her eyelashes caressing her cheeks with the movements.

"There you go, baby. Open your eyes for me." Matt asked in a low voice, stroking her ankles gently, waiting for Y/N to wake up so he could let them go.

"Matt?" Her voice was airy, her eyes slowly opening as her pupils seemed to try to adapt to the environment around herself.

"Yes, baby. It's Matt." The brunette finally released her legs, slowly resting her heels on the floor before crawling to the side of Y/N's head. He placed his right hand on her cheek, pushing back the strands of hair that was on her face and caressing the soft skin with the tip of his fingers.

"Hey." Y/N whispered, finally managing to open her eyes fully, focusing on Matt's face, which was bent over hers, watching her intently.

"Hi my love, are you back with me?" His voice was soft, a smile stretching on his face as he saw the red color of her cheeks slowly return.

Y/N nodded, finally feeling her senses fully. She smiled and closed her eyes for a few seconds, enjoying Matt's caresses.

The girl slowly lifted her torso, sitting on the cold floor, crossing her legs and resting her right thigh on Matt's bent knees.

"I'm sorry." She muttered, lowering her head in shame for interrupting their movie afternoon.

"Hey, no. Don't apologize. It's natural of your body, and it's okay." Matt interrupted her self-deprecation, his right hand traveling to Y/N's chin, pressing the area upwards so that she lifted her head again, their eyes connecting. "Okay?"

"Okay." She whispered back, her tongue escaping her lips momentarily, wetting them.

Matt quickly extended his torso, standing on his knees on the floor, his hand grabbing the Stanley cup full of water that always sat on the nightstand on Y/N's side of the bed. She always felt thirsty at night but hated having to get up and go to the kitchen.

"Here. Drink, sweetheart." He brought the cup closer to Y/N's face, pressing the pink straw against his girl's bottom lip, watching her carefully as she opened her mouth slightly, taking small sips of the contents. "There you go."

His hand holding the cup moved away from Y/N's face after she appeared satisfied, pushing his hand slightly.

"Are you feeling any pain? You hit the ground pretty hard, baby." Matt's tone was full of concern, his eyes inspecting the exposed skin of her body for any injuries.

"My shoulder is sore, I think I must have fallen on it." Y/N frowned, her hands traveling to her pained shoulder, touching the area lightly, a wince escaping her lips.

"It's okay, baby. Don't press it to avoid making it worse. I'm going to get some ice so we can put it there before it turns purple." He lifted himself off the ground, placing the cup on the bedside table again.

Matt curved his upper body slightly, sealing his lips over the top of Y/N's head for a few seconds, exhaling her sweet smell.

"I love you, I'll be right back." He murmured against his girl's hair before straightening his spine and walking out of the room in quick steps.

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[lawrencespen1777]

“What just happened?”

“I was gonna ask you. Do you feel okay?

“I…don’t know? I feel weird. Tingly.”

“Yeah I bet. Hey, no, don’t try to move. Not yet. Give it a second.”

“What?”

“Someone’s coming to check you out.”

“Like an ambulance? Why?”

“Because when someone goes from fine to unconscious in .3 seconds it makes people feel a bit uncomfortable.”

“Am I unconscious?”

“Well not now. But yeah, a few seconds ago.”

“I’m sorry. I don’t understand what’s…gah. My head is banging.”

“You and the wall had a quick love connection on your way down. You made an impression…literally.”

“I don’t feel so good.”

“I figured that one out on my own.”

“No I mean I’m gonna puke.”

“HOLY sh-.”

“I’m sorry…oh my God I’m sorry I’m so sorry.”

“It’s fine. Take it easy. You’re gonna be alright.”

“Please don’t leave.”

“I’m not leaving. I’m here.”

[sarathrwizard]

Out of the Blue... Part 4

Poor Leo, Poor Donnie. He's never had to deal with this on his own.

Previous <×> Next

[whumpster-dumpster]

Whumpee who's been barely hanging in there by a thread asking whoever's closest for permission to finally pass out now that it's over

[whumpetywhumpwhump]

Don't you just love it when stoic/hardworking whumpees pretend that everything's fine when they're sick because they don't want to let go of the facade they've created for themselves... only to wake up on the floor surrounded by the very people they didn't want to worry, having just passed out from the very high fever they're running?

[creative-caramel-coffee]

The Spiders Sister - Chapter 1

Summary: Reader gets caught hiding out in the avengers tower. In the end it turns out for the best.

TW: non-sexual nudity, illness, fainting, swearing

Words: 4.1K

A/n: Super long first chapter

маленький паук – Little Spider

It defiantly wasn’t part of your life plan to be living with your bother again in your adulthood.

You had spent an excellent few months on your own having finally moved out of May Parker’s apartment, it had been perfect. Well … as perfect as life could be for a parker.

Then … you guessed it … parker luck struck again. There was a huge fight, one you had been itching to join but your brother, peter parker, had it covered. And since nobody knew that you sometimes wore the spider-man suit when peter wasn’t able to, it would all be over if two Spider-Man’s ended up fighting some of the weird aliens that had invaded New York.

You see, you and your brother had more in common than most siblings did. Peter parker had been bitten by a radioactive spider on a school trip as was known to a few people. But, at the same time, you had been eighteen and chaperoning the field trip.

When peter had snuck off to the side you had gone after him. When he was bitten, so were you.

But for now, you had decided to try and stay away from the superhero lifestyle. But when the itch came, peter lent you his suit so you could scratch it.

You had helped him refine his web-fluid and had your own web shooters as well as one of his old suits just in case. May knew about you and peter after finding out a while ago. However, peter and you had kept everything about your existence from the avengers so you could live a semi-normal life. At least for now.

But the day the avengers were fighting off the aliens, New York had taken some heavy damage. You had been running a small illustration business out of your apartment in queens. Your apartment … which was now levelled in the fight was gone. Along with your business.

Since you had moved out young, May only had one spare bedroom in her apartment which peter was occupying. Leaving the Parker’s with one option.

As peter had a room in the avenger's tower, you could stay there or with aunt may. Peter being Peter didn’t want to ask tony if he could stay in the tower for the unforeseeable future without arousing questions. So, you had been secretly living in the tower for about three days now.

Peter brought you food and had bribed Jarvis to keep your existence a secret. You had his old suit if you wanted to leave the tower, you could swing away instead of walking through the building and getting caught.

It was a pretty solid plan and it had been working pretty well. Until the day you got sick.

Peters' bedroom in the tower was on the floor with the other avengers, meaning you had to be somewhat quiet so Natasha, clint or the others didn’t find you. But it had begun to get colder out, and Peters old suit didn’t have a heater. It had been made before tony had found out spiders, including peter and yourself, can't thermoregulate. And swinging around New York without a heater in the nippy winter air had left you with a pretty nasty cold.

Unlike peter your powers didn’t give you super healing. In fact, your powers differed from peters in more ways than one. For one thing you had small fangs which you could retract, they didn’t do much, but they were cool, and peter was mildly jealous. Another thing was you had taken on aspects of jumping spiders as you could jump higher due to your super strength and some weird spider quality peter lacked.

Like peter the bit had given your excellent eyesight, increased metabolism, a lack of thermoregulation, the weird sticky thing, the spider sense and super strength and the allergy to peppermint. But due to sharing the suit anytime you went out as “Spider-Man” you had to refrain from using your own unique powers, so you didn’t give anything away.

The thermoregulating thing may have finally come back to bite you now that you were in peters old suit. After taking one of his patrols for him so he could finish his assignment and you could get out of his room in the tower, the cold had made you sick. Heres the thing about having a high metabolism when you don’t have an increased healing factor. It went one of two ways. Either you had flash colds which were taken care of quickly and at a much faster rate than the average human, or if it was stronger than your immune system, it was quickly made into a bigger problem than it should have been due to your body processing things faster and speeding up its strength.

Anytime this had happened in the past, due to not being able to go to a regular hospital, you had thanked the gods for May choosing a career in nursing. Though she had been able to treat you superficially with regular medicine and not anything made for super soldiers or spiders as that was a Bruce banner specialty that was unique to the tower's med bay. So, you often just had to ride it out and if things got really bad, peter would try and smuggle you some of his medicine out of the tower for you.

So, this is where you ended up. Curled up in Peters bed in the tower, stifling rough sounding coughs into his pillow and making a mental note to wash his sheets soon. You were doing your best to remain quiet and not alert either of the super spies to your presence or any of the other avengers. You thanked Thor that only you and peter had super hearing which meant you could usually tell if someone was in the halls.

Feeling miserable you buried yourself further into the sheets and shivered, it was so cold but in reality, you probably had a high fever. Your lungs let out a wheezing noise whenever you exhaled, and you were beginning to think maybe your asthma was back. Unlike peter you had not been so lucky as to have had it cured by the bite.

Your asthma puffer was one of the few things that survived your apartment being destroyed. As you laid in bed feeling awful you thought back to that day.

You thanked the gods you had been out at the time. You had gone to a coffee shop downtown with your sketchbook, laptop and usual things you took out, including a range of art supplies and of course your emergency puffer which peter had managed to smuggle out which had doses that worked with your metabolism.

You were broken from your daydreams as another harsh coughing fit wracked your body. From what you could hear nobody was in the halls, but you did your best to keep quiet regardless. The wheezing that trailed after each breath was getting worse and your lungs were feeling tight.

You had been trying to use the puffer sparingly so it didn’t run out because you didn’t know if and or when peter could get you another. But as drawing breath grew harder you made the executive call to use it. You rolled over in the bed and threw an arm down to fish around for your red backpack. Finding it you fiddled with the zip before your fingers wrapped around the cool plastic of the device. Tony being tony had insisted it have a Spiderman case thinking it was peters which ended up being rather ironic as it was fitting for you too.

You tried fruitlessly one last time to draw breath before achieving nothing but a crackling wheeze. Screw it. You uncapped the red lid and held it to your lips, propping yourself up on an elbow in an attempt to sit u straight to take it.

You exhaled and inhaled repeating it once more before drawing in a lungful of the super-medicine. Almost straight away you began to feel better. Your fast metabolism speeding up the medicines process.

Feeling like you could breathe again you replaced the cap and put it on the nightstand before curling up in the sheets again feeling cold still but also slightly damp from the thin layer of sweat that had been forming all morning.

You were dressed in spider-man pjs which had a thin t-shirt and long pants. You had considered getting up to grab one of peters hoodies to get warm or another blanket but the idea of standing up made your head spin.

You nestled back into the sheets and let your eyes fall shut despite it being almost midday. The curtains were drawn and so it didn’t bother you too much. You began to drift off into a semi-peaceful sleep broken by harsh coughing fits which were becoming harder to stifle in your half asleep and fevered state.

Meanwhile the avengers had just finished their morning training session, one which Peter had joined for once. Peter being Peter had barely broken a sweat and as a result had opted to hang out on the communal floor while everyone went o freshen up.

Stark had designed the tower well. With Peter’s bedroom being on the same floor as Natasha’s who was rather protective of her younger spider counterpart as well as Wanda’s, Yelena’s, Kate’s and a few spares. The rest of the avengers were a floor above.

At first peter had been a bit miffed about being on a floor of just girls but he ended up liking it a lot. And he had a second bedroom in the master suite with tony and Pepper which he proffered anyway. The one on the avenger's floor was more for if Tony and Pepper were away, and he wanted to be around the others.

Natasha was headed for her room after waving goodbye to peter who had settled down to watch more star-wars, when she paused in the hallway.

Retracing her steps she found herself stood outside peters bedroom door. Frowning she pressed an ear to the door and froze. Someone was inside and coughing. Knowing it wasn’t peter, nat carefully twisted the door handle.

Peter being peter had prepared for almost anything. As soon as Natasha had set foot inside peters room Jarvis had alerted peter of her presence.

Meanwhile Natasha peered into the dimly lit room. The lump in the bed was wriggling around and coughing. Nat was on high alert by now. She realised this person was ill but how had they managed to get in without Jarvis knowing? And why were they in peters bed?

She crossed the threshold and walked over to the bed. Taking note of the backpack on the floor and puffer on the bedside table as well as your spider-man pjs which had been a gag gift from Peter last Christmas.

Nat stood and observed for a second. Looking down at your flushed face which was burning with fever and the harsh coughs that were wracking your weak form.

Nat watched helplessly for a second unsure of how to deal with a sick intruder.

She hesitated before extending a hand to your forehead and feeling a very high fever. She sucked a breath. Despite being an intruder she had some ideas as to why you may have been here. Your likeness to peter wasn’t hard to spot. Yet. She was unsure.

Peeling of the blankets to get a better look at you, as she did you made a small noise of discontent and curled into a shaking ball still fever addled and half asleep.

Before she could continue the door opened and peter looked in.

“Uhh M-Ms Romanoff…” Peter said looking guilty as he stepped in and closed the door again.

“Peter, do you know who this is?” Natasha asked getting straight to the point. Peter hesitated and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Y-yes.” He said looking at your sick form with a frown.

“Peter.” She said crossing her arms. “Care to share whats going on?” Nat said as she headed for Peter’s bathroom.

“Um… She … she’s,, my sister.” Peter said unsurely. Natasha returned after a second and nodded. Now holding the first aid kit from peters bathroom in her arms.

“Anything else i should know?” She asked walking over to the bed and sitting down to rifle through the first aid kit.

“Petey?” You mumbled hearing his voice.

Peter seemed to break out of his trance and came to your side. “I’m here Y/n.” He said.

“‘S cold.” You mumbled making peter frown.

“Actually, I think she has a fever.” Nat said as she found what she was looking for, pulling out a thermometer from the kit.

Nat gently placed the thermometer under your tongue and turned to look at peter.

“Pete, you’re not in trouble but i need some more information.” Natasha said.

“This is Y/n. She’s, my sister. Her apartment was levelled in the last attack and so she’s been staying here ever since. She’s not a threat I promise.” Peter said almost tripping over his words in order to explain.

Before Nat could respond the thermometer beeped and she removed it to look at the small screen, drawing another round of coughs from you. Natasha rubbed your back with one hand while frowning at the screen.

“Peter… she should be dead. This says 106. There’s more isn’t there.” Nat said with some urgency as she began peeling the rest of the blankets off you in an attempt to cool you down.

“Ahh … yes. She had powers. Like mine. She … she wears the suit sometimes.” Peter said standing nearby and watching with a worried expression.

“Ok. So, she has spider powers? High metabolism, super strength, etc.” Nat said and Peter nodded. “Why hasn’t her healing fixed this?” Nat said feeling your forehead again.

“She doesn’t have it. Her powers differ slightly.” Peter explained as Nat cursed softly in Russian.

“Her fever’s still rising.” Nat said making a decision. “We need to cool her down fast before she gets too hot for her own good. Jarvis?” Natasha said and peter looked panicked for a second worried about more people finding out about you.

“Ms Romanoff-“ he started.

“Pete, we need to cool her down stat. I need some help.” She said and peter nodded still looking nervous. “Jarvis call wanda to Peter’s bedroom.” Nat said and peter relaxed slightly. Wanda was ok. She would be good for the situation.

“What are you going to do?” Peter asked.

“She needs a bath and I doubt you want to do that.” She said with a small smirk and Peter flushed for a second.

“Defiantly not.” He said shaking his head.

“Is there someone we can call? Someone who she’d be ok with dressing her once we cool her down. She may be sick but i don’t want to invade her privacy.” Nat said as she scooped you up from the bed and into her lap while they waited for wanda to arrive. You cough harshly again and wheezed making nat frown and look to peter.

“Asthma.” He said.

“Runs in the family huh?” She joked reaching over for the puffer on the bedside table.

“Uh… about that.” Peter said looking guilty. “Mine was cured by the bite. I need the puffers for her.” He said looking sheepish. Expecting Nat to be mad she grinned.

“You’re a good brother.” She said as she uncapped the device and pressed it to your lips.

“Exhale.” She instructed and by some small miracle you complied. When you went to inhale, she administered the medicine and told you to hold.

Recapping the device, she rubbed a hand up and down your arm. “Good job sweetie.” She said and felt you relax into her arms some more as you let out a breath.

The two sat in silence for another second before the door opened again and wanda slipped inside.

She was freshly showered, her hair damp and she smelt like jasmine and honey. She was dressed in a simple faded black t-shirt and grey track pants.

“Whats-“ she began before pausing, her eyes caught on you laid in Natashas lap half asleep.

“Wanda,” Nat said. “Meet Y/n. Peter’s older sister.” She said.

“Okay…” Wanda said looking lost before her expression morphed to concern as you coughed. “Is she ok?” Wanda asked.

“No. That’s why you’re here. Long story short, peter smuggled her into the tower, and she has spider powers and her fever is really high. We need to cool her down.” Nat said and wanda swallowed and nodded. “Peter?” Nat said turning to the younger parker.

“Yes?” He said looking up from where he had been studying his shoes closely.

“You never answered my question. Is there someone we can call to come and get her dressed after wanda and i bathe her?” Nat asked and peter blushed again and nodded.

“I can call May. It’s her day off.” He said and Nat nodded.

“You do that. Wanda and I will look after Y/n. We promise not to go further than her outer clothes.” She said and scooped you up into her arms. She headed for Peter’s bathroom with wanda trailing behind. You remained limp in her arms snuggled into her chest in an unconscious need for companionship.

Once the two redheads had you in the bathroom wanda looked at nat. “Now what?” She asked and Natasha smirked.

“Now we take her clothes off.” She said and gently she lifted your arms from where you were laid on the floor in her lap and pulled the spider-man t-shirt off over your head. Wanda blushed slightly at the sight of your red sports bra despite having seen Nat and herself train in about the same if not less clothes.

“You wanna help?” Nat asked with a grin that only served to make Wanda’s blush deepen. You squirmed slighting in Nat’s lap but stopped when she gently rubbed your arm after you buried your warm face into her stomach.

Wanda rolled her eyes in an attempt to feign nonchalance despite being way past that point.

She lifted her hands, and the familiar red glow of magic surrounded her hands. Her magic lifted your hips so Nat could slide off your pants. Wanda blushed again at the sight of your Black Widow boxers. Natasha however grinned at them finding it both adorable and very cute.

After a beat Wanda met Nat’s eyes again. “Now what?”

“We get her in the bath. She needs to be cooled down Asap.” Nat said hoisting you into her arms again as you wriggled, turning and grumbling into her chest.

“Not gonna lie she’s pretty cute.” Nat said and Wanda avoided her eyes as she used her magic to fill the bath with tepid water.

Natasha gently lowered you into the tub ignoring your whining protests and running her hands through your hair which seemed to calm you down as you relaxed again.

“So … now we wait?” Wanda guessed and Natasha nodded.

“Yep. Unless you really want to steal May’s job of getting her dressed again.” Nat teased making Wanda splutter slightly. “Im kidding.” Nat said. “I know what hot women do to your brain.” She winked and wanda slouched slightly.

After a second you grumbled and blearily opened your eyes, squinting at the two women.

“Peter is so dead.” You mumbled before letting your eyes drift shut again. There was a pause before wanda and nat both started laughing.

You groaned. “Peter!” You yelled before coughing again making Wanda and Nat frown. But before they could do anything the door opened to show a beat red peter with his hands covering his eyes.

“Yes?” He said in a small voice.

“When I get out of here, you’re dead.” You mumbled with a foggy glare sent in his direction.

“Hey. Peter did the right thing.” Another voice said from behind Peter.

“May?” You called. “Oh, wtf is going on right now.” You mumbled.

“Whats going on kiddo is that, once again, you failed to ask for help which landed you here.” May said entering the bathroom with a change of clothes.

“Nice to see you Ms Parker.” Nat said and wanda echoed.

“Please. Call me May. And thank you for looking after her.” May said and you groaned.

“I hate all of you.” You said hiding your face in your hands.

“Uh huh. Sure, you do.” May teased.

“It was no problem. Ms- May.” Wanda said. “We’ll wait in peters bedroom while you… yeah.” Wanda said before making a hasty retreat. Nat laughed and followed her out.

May gave you a disappointed frown once she had shut the door and turned back to you with a sigh.

“Honey.” She said.

“I know… I know.” You said still feeling like death but slightly less so. “Did the black widow and scarlet witch just really see me in my underpants?” You asked.

“Yes, and I serves you right for hiding illness … again!” She said as she came over, rolling up her sleeves and helping you out, practically holding all your weight for you as your head spun.

May frowned and guided you over to the covered toilet seat to dress you again.

Gently she began to towel you off and change you into fresh clothes.

“I can do it myself.” You whined but May shot you a look and you knew better than to challenge the angry Parker and you and peter had called her as kids when she was upset at you for something.

“Now, once you’re dressed you are going to thank those two for their kindness and your coming home with me.” May said.

“But-“ you began.

“No buts.” She said and helped you up, now fully dressed.

She helped you over to the door opening it despite still holding you up. The two of you shuffled into the room where Peter, Nat and Wanda were sat on Peter’s bed talking in hushed voices.

“Pete. I love you but I can hear everything you’re saying dumbass.” You said rolling your eyes and May lightly hit your arm.

“Right.” He said rubbing his neck. “Super hearing.” He nodded.

“I’ll add it to the list.” Nat grinned and you groaned before May jabbed you in the side and looked at the two girls.

You coughed at her actions making her frown but quickly got it under control for the sake of your already fragile image.

“Thank you, Wanda and Natasha, for helping me.” You said still leaning heavily on May. Now you had been standing for a bit the room began to spin. Your face went a shade paler making Natasha frown and stand. It was a split second before you stumbled, almost bringing May down with you in the process. Luckily strong arms wrapped around you, and you looked up into Nat’s pale green and worried eyes.

“Y/n?” You finally registered she was talking to you. “Y/n?” She asked again a little louder.

You let out a soft groan and she huffed. “Right. Up we go.” She said hoisting you into your arms and making the room spin again as you buried your face in her arm.

You felt her gently set you down on the bed and feel your forehead.

Distantly you heard May saying something along the lines of taking you home and the sound of Natasha arguing they were better equipped to help with your powers and sickness. May relented and you went back to dozing.

“What happened?” Peter asked from where he was stood by the door.

“Probably got too dizzy from standing up. Her body’s already trying to fight off sickness.” Natasha said and Wanda nodded.

“Peter? Don’t you have a super high metabolism?” Wanda asked.

“Yeah?” He said looking lost as May seemed to catch on.

“Y/n when did you last eat?” May asked and you groaned and buried your face in the pillow. “Well, that answers that.” May said rolling her eyes.

“Peter, do you have any of those energy bars that steve uses?” Wanda asked and peter nodded and headed for his bedside drawer.

He fished around and pulled out one of them and passed it to nat. She unwrapped it and shoved it into your hands.

“Eat.” She said and you made a groan of protest. “It’ll help.” She said in a softer tone.

“Fine.” You said sitting up against the headboard and nibbling on it slowly.

“Better.” Nat said and you frowned.

“You know you’re cute when you’re mad.” Wanda said looking surprised by her own words and blushing at Natasha’s knowing gaze.

“Get some rest маленький паук” Nat said once you had finished eating, and she begun to shepherd everyone out of the room.

PART 2

[doumidas-whumps]

don't pass out on barbed wire, IDIOT!

consider this a companion piece to that

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[warmfungi]

What fucks with me is an evil, despicable character, lost and alone while violently ill – abandoned without anyone to care for them... And then someone Finds them.

Someone who has no connection to them or isn't even remotely aware of their actions. To them, it's just a stranger that looks to be on the brink of death. As the villain, who's got more blood on their hands than they can brag about spilling, collapses onto the ground, this person rushes to them, completely unaware they're about to save the life of someone who's not worth their time.

However, I'm tired of this trope ending up with the villain back to their old ways in an instant. If that's your thing, sure – but I always find it annoying. Sometimes, I think, it takes a monster facing its own death to realize they should treat people better – were it not for mere coincidence, death would have swallowed them whole.

Instead, it only got to graze them – because someone cared. For once, someone cared, and the villain didn't plan to use it against them.

Villain isn't a whumper. I don't like that dynamic.

[whumpschild]

I think he needs stitches