#feveruary day 4

[when-jaguars-are-sick]

Feveruary Day 4

Um so this one kind of got away from me... I knew how I wanted to use the prompt but then I started having too much fun with the interactions 😅

Okay, here's Keegan with an upset stomach and lots of talking and texting

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Keegan sits in his third period, thoroughly relieved he doesn’t have a class to teach or assist with at the moment, since he’s able to contemplate what the fuck is wrong with his stomach.

Seriously, he didn’t eat anything bad, and he’s pretty sure he doesn’t have a fever, it’s just mad at him for some godforsaken reason.

Annoyed, frustrated, and uncomfortable, he unlocks his phone, and without really thinking about it, he texts Alix. Just a simple message of Lex

His phone buzzes with the answered Key, which makes him smile.

It’s followed by What’s up?, and he frowns, drafting a few messages but not sending any, unsure of how to phrase his predicament in a way that doesn’t make him seem like a whiny 4-year-old.

When he hesitates too long, Alix follows his text with another: Just spit it out, Key, you know I don’t mind.

Before he can reply, another text comes through, and this one makes him laugh, when it reads Plus I like you unfiltered

His thumbs hover over the screen for another minute before he rolls his eyes and gives in the urge to be whiny and annoying for a minute.

My stomach hurts, and I don’t know why. It’s really distracting, and uncomfortable, and I don’t want to go to the last class today, but I have to; the teacher is so fucking hard to impress and I need this recommendation.

Sorry, just needed to complain for a minute.

Keegan sighs, the rant offering some relief to the frustration he’s felt brimming in him over the last half hour.

Damn

That sucks

Sorry dude

You want advice, or did you just need to rant?

Keegan types out a Just needed to rant, but changes his mind, instead sending Advice, I guess, and Alix reacts with a laughing emoji, before typing an answer.

Try drinking some water, or tea or something, see if that helps. And take a deep breath, don’t stress too much, I’m sure you’re blowing them all away. But seriously, don’t stay if it’s bothering you too much, your placement teacher will understand.

Okay, he thinks, I can do that. He sends a thumbs up, then smiles when Alix texts And hey, thanks for talking to me :)

His smile turns to a grimace when his stomach whines, and he shifts in discomfort, digging through his bag for his water bottle. The position shifts him a bit too much though, and he blows out a soft burp, eyes darting around worriedly, relieved no one noticed.

Over the next half hour, he periodically drinks, relieved when it doesn’t seem to worsen the pain, the coolness of the water instead offering a distraction.

By the time the day is over, however, the pain has worsened into a tight knot, sitting in his stomach, light cramps rippling through his belly. He’s still confused, not knowing why it’s causing him issues in the first place.

He hurries to his car, making his way home, where he gratefully sets his stuff down and sinks into the couch, hand making its way to his belly.

He settles into a light doze, so it’s kind of a shock when he wakes to find both Alix and Jayden in the room.

He sits up with a groan, and their eyes snap over to him, but they finish their conversation instead of immediately starting with the questions he knows they’re going to ask. He’s grateful, because it gives him a minute to decipher how he’s feeling.

He’s annoyed to find the answer is no better. Still sore and crampy and uncomfortable, except now there’s the added bonus of being kind of nauseous. That kind of nausea where he can clearly feel it, but he doesn’t feel as though he’ll throw up.

Eventually, as he knew they would, Alix and Jayden turn their full attention on him, however their first question is not what he was expecting.

“Have you talked to Jamie?” asks Alix softly, and Keegan frowns.

“About this? No, I haven’t,” he says, confused.

“Don’t you think you should?” pushes Jayden.

“He’s your boyfriend, he’d want to know how you’re feeling,” Alix encourages.

Keegan frowns, shaking his head, “We didn’t have plans for tonight. There’s no need to tell him I have a stomach ache; Do you realize how that sounds?” he finishes incredulously.

Jayden rolls his eyes and scoffs, “Go call your boyfriend, you idiot.”

Alix shoves at Jayden, hissing “Uncalled for!” and turning to Keegan with an exasperated look.

“What he means,” he nudges Jayden again, rolling his eyes, “is that Jamie cares about you: we’ve seen it, and part of that means that he will appreciate knowing that you’re not feeling well, and he’ll want to be here for you.”

Keegan just shrugs, eyes staring unseeingly at the wall as he thinks.

Jayden sighs, before saying gently, “He makes you happy. Wouldn’t that be helpful tonight? I know when things suck, Lexi makes everything seem brighter. It helps.”

Keegan sighs, reaching for his phone and sending Jamie a quick, to the point message, and glances back at his friends to see them melting into each other, locked in a kiss.

He rolls his eyes, leaving them to it and moving to his room, where he lies down, hugging a pillow, stomach still sitting like a rock.

When his phone dings, he snatches it up, anxiously reading Jamie’s response, and breaking out a small smile when it reads, Aw, I’m sorry hon. Could I come over?

Okay.

With Jamie coming over, he finds that Alix and Jayden were right. It feels better knowing he’s coming.

A little while later, when Jamie knocks on his door, and slips into the room, he smiles at him, despite his discomfort.

“Thanks for coming,” he says softly.

Jamie nods, smiling back gently.

“Um, so I couldn’t remember what kind of teas you guys have, so I brought some chamomile, I thought it might help, my mom swears by it. And I found some peppermints, if you’d rather try that, those sometimes help me.”

Keegan blinks at him, surprised. “You… brought stuff?”

Jamie nods, biting his lip, looking worried.

“... thank you.”

He blushes, and shifts on his feet, pushing his glasses up his nose nervously, “I’m gonna go… make some tea?” he asks, sounding unsure.

“Okay.”

As he leaves the room, Keegan buries his face in the pillow, hiding a grin as he realizes once again how kind and thoughtful his boyfriend is.

When he returns with a mug of tea, Keegan’s sitting up against the wall, knees to his chest.

Jamie passes him a mug, and settles on the bed shifting closer to him.

“No, uhh, no closer, please,” he says, staring into the mug, watching the liquid swirl.

“Okay,” says Jamie softly, voice free of judgement, and he settles against the wall, leaving space between them.

Keegan looks dubiously at the tea, hoping his stomach will accept it without complaint.

As he’s drinking, he looks at Jamie, “You said your mom swears by this tea?”

“Yeah, it was mom’s go-to cure for basically everything,” he laughs, “I drank so much of this stuff during my childhood. I was sick of it for years, but I kind of like it now, makes me think of them.”

“That’s sweet.”

“Yeah, just be glad I didn’t bring the more intense “herbal remedies” from my childhood. Those were truly awful,” he shudders.

“Huh?”

“Well, medicine was more expensive than herbs and things, usually, so mami was really into the DIY remedies, and we had to eat and smell so many… concoctions,” and he adds in a whisper, “And they rarely worked.”

Keegan snorts a laugh, and says, “Well, thanks for the potentially helpful tea, then.”

He drinks just under half of it, before shaking his head, and passing it back to Jamie.

"No more... right now," he says through an airy burp, that annoying mid-ground nausea rearing its ugly head again. He tips his head back against the wall, closing his eyes and taking some deep breaths, willing his stomach to sort itself out.

[darl-ingfics]

Feveruary Day 4: Forced to Work

Fandom: EXO

Sickie: Xiumin (flu, fever)

Caregiver(s): Chanyeol, Suho

Word Count: 1,430

Chanyeol’s ears were still ringing as he stepped down from the stage. The sound of the crowd cheering followed him as he moved further into the backstage area, rolling his shoulders and shucking his stage jacket at the same time. A crew member snatched the jacket from his hands as a sound technician fluttered over to remove his mic. Chanyeol froze on autopilot, letting them work. He’d broken enough mics early on that he was no longer allowed to touch it himself. 

As he waited for his mic to be properly removed, Chanyeol heard an unusual scuffle behind him. He turned his head slightly, his heart stopping at the sight of the medical team swarming one of his members. He couldn’t tell who given the number of people (medics, crew, managers, etc.) crowding about… and the oxygen mask pressed to the member’s face. But he had a guess…

“Hey…?” The sound crew member grabbed Chanyeol’s shoulder, assuring him that they almost had the mic equipment removed. He nodded, biting his lip and tapping his foot as his anxiety began to spike. It helped a bit when Junmyeon brushed past his shoulder, moving straight into the action with what the team had dubbed his ‘leader eyes’ on. 

“You’re free.” The sound technician tapped Chanyeol’s shoulder twice, and the rapper immediately turned and stumbled to the swarm of people their manager was now asking to step away. Chanyeol slipped in next to Junmyeon, his eyes roving over the scene before him: Minseok stretched out on his back, eyes shut tightly as he held the oxygen mask up to his face, the medics no longer focused on him but rather arguing with a manager. Chanyeol’s hand wrapped around Junmyeon’s bicep and squeezed. The leader’s hand met his on instinct, squeezing his fingers in silent reply. 

“You’re a fucking idiot, you know that right?” Junmyeon said as soon as Minseok pulled the mask away from his mouth, breathing hard. 

The eldest’s eyes cracked opened, finding Junmyeon instantly. “Yes.” Junmyeon was held back from replying when one of the medics came forward with a thermometer gun. “I doubt that’s gonna…”

“It’ll be close enough,” the manager interrupted, voice firm, tense, but not unkind. The machine beeped, and the medic immediately turned the device away from the members’ eyes. “38.5,” the manager read. Minseok’s shoulders deflated, head falling into his hands. Chanyeol’s eyes nearly popped out of his head. 

“Are you kidding?”

“I wish.” 

Junmyeon knelt down in front of Minseok, hands gently grasping his knees. “You’re not doing the fan meeting.” His tone was firm. 

“I’m not doing the fan meeting,” Minseok repeated, shaking his head slightly. He swallowed hard, eyes closing as if that simple action had exhausted him. “I’m sorry…”

“Why? You just did an entire concert with the flu. What more can we ask of you?” 

Minseok shrugged. “I don’t know? This is, like, our whole job.” He bent forward, coughing roughly. Junmyeon reached for the oxygen mask, but Minseok shook his head. 

The leader bit his lip. “Come on. No one can take you home until the meeting’s over. But let’s at least move you to the couch in the dressing room so you can try to sleep while we do the fan meet.” He turned over his shoulder to the frozen-in-shock Chanyeol. “Yeollie, can you help me?”

The rapper shook his head, snapping back to attention. He nodded, leaning down to help lift his oldest hyung to his feet. Minseok’s legs were shaky, nearly giving out once he was up, but after a few moments he was stable enough to walk mostly on his own. Junmyeon and Chanyeol led him to their dressing room, ignoring the worried looks from the stage crew and their dancers; they would explain later, they always did. Right now, the priority was getting their introverted Minseok away from the attention of prying eyes so he could let his body rest. 

Once they reached the dressing room, Minseok practically melted into the couch, as if he could no longer hold his own body up. He closed his eyes, chest heaving with ragged breaths. Chanyeol frowned. How had he not noticed this on stage? 

“Where’s your bag?” Junmyeon asked, already searching the room. “You should change now before you fall asleep.”

“Who says I’m going to fall asleep?”

Junmyeon paused, leveled a bemused smirk at Minseok. “I highly doubt that.” Minseok rolled his eyes, despite the fact that they were, in fact, starting to droop closed. He pointed towards his belongings, which Junmyeon quickly brought to him. The leader sorted through the bag, against Minseok’s whines that he was ‘messing everything up,’ but that didn’t stop Junmyeon until he had the elder’s street clothes piled on the couch. “You want help changing?”

“No.” 

“Okay then. Is there anything else I can do for you before I leave you alone?” Junmyeon asked. 

Minseok shook his head. “I appreciate you.” 

“I love you.” Junmyeon leaned forward, kissing Minseok’s forehead and carding his fingers through this hair before moving towards the door. 

“Yeollie?”

Chanyeol blinked. Minseok was watching him, confusion and a little worry on his face. He hadn’t realized he’d been zoning out, and should’ve probably followed Junmyeon out. Damn, had Chanyeol really not noticed how worn out Minseok had looked? Sure, the makeup always did wonders to hide things like this, but now, at the end of the concert, the dark shadows under the eldest’s eyes were obvious. There was also an unhealthy pallor to his skin, an unusual flush on his cheeks… 

“Yeollie, is everything okay?”

“Y-yeah.” The rapper shook himself back to reality. “I just…” His eyes scanned the room, landed on the elder’s bag. “You sure you don’t need water or anything?” 

Minseok considered the question, then began rooting around in his bag. Chanyeol wasn’t thrilled with how much the elder’s hands were shaking. “Actually, that would be really helpful.” Chanyeol extended his hand before Minseok held out his water bottle to him. “Thank you.” 

“I can try to find some painkillers or something too.”

“Thanks, but I…” Minseok paused, pulling his phone from his bag. He stared searchingly at the screen for a minute. “Four hours would be…” His eyes searched the ceiling as his brain desperately tried to do the math. He nodded. “Okay, yes, it’s time. I actually already have the meds I need. But I do need the water to take them…”

“On it!” Chanyeol gave a quick salute before galloping from the dressing room. He sprinted to the water refill station. It hit him later that none of the other members were around. Junmyeon had likely rounded them up to get the fan meeting going as quickly as possible. And to limit the chances of them crowding Minseok. They would have the chance to do that later, at home, where the eldest usually felt safer letting his guard down. No need to stress him out further now. 

When Chanyeol returned to the dressing room, Minseok had changed back into his street clothes. His stage outfit was neatly hung over one of the makeup chairs. Chanyeol resisted the urge to scoff at how tidy his hyung was, no matter the circumstance. 

“Here’s that water.”

“You’re a scholar, and a gentleman.” Chanyeol beamed as Minseok accepted the bottle. He pulled a packet from his pocket, and dropped two tablets into the bottle. The two men waited in comfortable silence as the tablets fizzed into oblivion. Minseok took a few sips before stretching out on the couch. 

Chanyeol frowned, watching his hyung curl up onto his side, the water bottle still held carefully in his hands. Minseok wrapped one arm around himself as a shiver coursed through his body. Chanyeol’s frown deepened. The rapper moved to his own pile of stuff, much less organized than Minseok’s, and snatched up his coat. 

After taking another long sip of the medicine, Minseok’s eyes cracked open as Chanyeol’s coat was placed on top of him. “Wha…?”

“It’s cold in here.” 

Minseok smiled up at his friend. “Thanks, Yeollie.”

Chanyeol nodded. “That’s what I’m here for.” He nodded towards the water bottle. “Finish that before you fall asleep.”

“Why do you all keep accusing me of falling asleep?”

“Because if you’re awake when I come back, I will cry.”

“Well, if I knew you were gonna threaten me…” 

Chanyeol smiled just as a manager appeared to drag him away to his obligations. Minseok was, as predicted, out cold when the fan meeting ended. But he was no longer shivering, cuddled up under Chanyeol’s coat.

[autobot2001]

Jamie's Sanctuary

Author: Autobot23001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: NBC's Hannibal Rating: T Warning: Mention of torture Pairing: None Description: Finding Jamie in the woods, Will takes her to Hannibal for help. For Jamie’s safety, Hannibal lets her stay with him.

Day 4; @feveruary: Herbal remedy @febuwhump: alt 8; on the run @fluffyfebruary: strangers to friends @fluffbruary: grey | chess

Ao3 or under the cut

Will walks down a trail in the woods, enjoying the silence. He sees a woman running towards her. She's unable to stop before running into him and falls to the ground. Will sees she's in pain. "What happened?" He asks her. "They're after me!" Will, eschewing questions, carries the small woman home.

Will walks by his seven dogs, who greet him and set the woman on the couch. "You're safe now," he assures her. "What's your name and what happened?" "Jamie. I ran away from….," she trails off. Will can tell it's something bad. "Ok, you don't have to tell me. Let me see your injuries." Will lifts Jamie's shirt to see her abdomen full of cuts and bruises. He worries it's the same on the rest of her body. "I need to take you to the hospital," Will says. "No!" Jamie panics at the idea. Will sees fear in Jamie's eyes. He has an idea. He goes to the kitchen and pulls out his cell phone.

"Hello, Will," Hannibal says. "I need your help." "Oh? With what?" "I encountered a woman running in the woods. She's been through something traumatizing, but don't tell me anything. Her body is full of cuts and bruises, but she won't let me take her to the hospital." "I see. Bring her over. I can help her." Will ends the call and goes back to Jamie.

"I'm going to take you to someone who can take care of your injuries and keep you safe, ok?" "O-ok," Jamie nervously says. Will notices how much pain Jamie is in and carries her to the car.

Will can see how scared Jamie is as he drives to Hannibal's house. She curls up the best she can, trying not to be seen as Will drives through the city. What the hell happened to her? Will worries.

Hannibal waits at the front door. He sees Will's car pull into the driveway. Will gets out of the car. He retrieves her from the passenger seat. Her diminutive stature astonishes Hannibal. He sees how scared she is as Will gets closer to the steps. "Let's take her to a bedroom," Hannibal says. "The first bedroom on the left." Hannibal goes to get his medkit while Will carries Jamie upstairs to the bedroom Hannibal told him to.

Jamie doesn't let Will set her on the bed. "You're safe. Hannibal is a friend," Will assures her. He understands that asking her to remove most of her clothes could be a problem, but he doesn't want to introduce a third person because of Jamie's fear. Hannibal entered, carrying a medkit, a bowl of soapy water, and a towel. "See? He wants to help," Will assures her. "You're safe, Jamie." "Will told me you're injured," Hannibal says. "Let me help." Jamie still holds onto Will like a scared child but cooperates and lets the two men remove her shirt and pants. The two men can't believe what they're seeing. Hannibal does his best to be gentle while cleaning the cuts and bruises.

It takes ten minutes to treat Jamie's injuries. "You're small enough that I believe my shirt should cover your body," Hannibal says. "Until I wash your clothes." Hannibal goes to get one of his shirts. "You'll be safe here, but you must tell us what happened," Will says. "No," Jamie says and tightens her grip on Will. Will hugs her. Hannibal comes back with a gray sweater for Jamie to wear. Jamie lets go of Will. He goes into the hall to talk to Hannibal.

"She's terrified and won't tell us anything," Will says. "Do you want me to drug her to get her to tell the truth?" Hannibal asks. I prefer not to. I want her to trust us, but I know in order to help her, we need to find out what happened," Will sighs, frustrated. "Do it." "All right. She'll benefit from herbal tea. I can add the drug, and she won't know." Hannibal goes downstairs to the kitchen. Will entered the bedroom, finding Jamie on the bed. Hannibal's sweater is like a dress on Jamie. Will picks Jamie up and carries her downstairs.

Hannibal tells him to take Jamie to the living room. Hannibal follows with a tray.

Hannibal sets the tray on the table and gives Jamie the cup of herbal tea. "You can stay with me," Hannibal says. "You'll be safe." "Ok," Jamie says, uncertain. The two watch Jamie drink the tea. Will feels bad for agreeing to this plan but knows it's the only way to help Jamie. "Tell me what happened to you?" Hannibal asks, knowing the drug has kicked in. "Three men kidnapped and tortured me," Jamie says. While Hannibal and Will suspected abuse or torture, they hate hearing Jamie confirm three men tortured her. "For how long were you tortured?" Will asks. "Three months." Shock registers on Hannibal and Will's faces as they look at one another. Will questions if the FBI investigates the kidnapped women, but he's unsure because No one has reported a dead woman with evidence of being tortured. "You'll be safe with me," Hannibal assures Jamie. "We will take care of you." Will nods. "O-ok," Jamie agrees. She rubs her eyes. Hannibal and Will can see she's tired.

They take her back upstairs to the guest bedroom and have her lie in the bed. "She's relaxed," Hannibal says. "That's Good. I hope she'll remain relaxed without you needing to spike her drinks." "She could need medicine for some time. We'll see." "I'm going to see if the FBI is investigating kidnappings." Will leaves the house. Hannibal and Will know Jamie didn't give them helpful information to help find who kidnapped her and possibly other women, but they hope this is being investigated. Hannibal goes downstairs to cook dinner for him and Jamie.

Jamie wakes up, seeing it's dark outside. She doesn't recognize where she is and panics, thinking someone has kidnapped her again. Hannibal walks into the room and sees her panic. "You're safe," he assures her, putting his hands on her shoulders. I won't hurt you. I made dinner," he takes her smaller hand in his. Come on, you need to eat." He leads Jamie out of the bedroom and downstairs to the dining room.

Hannibal seats Jamie and then retrieves their plates. Jamie looks around the room, taking in Hannibal's choices for paint color and decor. The molding on the walls catches her eye. Hannibal walks on carrying two plates. "Do you like my choice of style?" He asks. Jamie nods. Hannibal puts the plates down. "Do you drink wine?" Jamie shakes her head no. Hannibal goes into the kitchen. Hannibal returns with a cup of water for Jamie and a dove glass for himself. He gets a bottle of wine and ours it into the glass. Hannibal sits across from Jamie. He tries to start a conversation to learn more about her, but she stays quiet. Hannibal knows she doesn't trust him entirely. He knows he needs to get Jamie to trust him and Will. He knows he can soon get her to see himself and Will as friends. After dinner, Hannibal gets Jamie to play chess with him. He expected to have to teach her, but he doesn't mind. Jamie lies in bed, wondering if these strangers could be her friends or if this is all a trick.

[insanitysilver]

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☼ - 12 Days of [Blank] Old fandom tradition of doing daily prompts in the 12 days leading up to Christmas. Some are more self-directed than others. ☼ - 12 Days of Christmas ( @12daysofchristmas ) - 12 days of holiday/winter-themed writing prompts. ☼ - Fluffmas - 12 days of fluff, #fluffmas ☼ - Kinkmas - 12 days of kink, #kinkmas ☼ - Smutmas - 12 days of smut, #smutmas

December 25th :

☼ - Yuletide Secret Santa (Revealed)( @yuletidetreasure ) Annual fic exchange for rare/obscure fandoms hosted on ao3. Prep/sign-ups begin in fall, and fics are revealed on Dec. 25th to the annual ao3 collection.

[feveruary]

Introductions and FAQ

Well hello! This is @sombersapphic and @goldenempyrean, separately we have sickfic blogs that have been running for 1.5 years and 2 respectively. We created Feveruary as a fun little event for other sickfic/whump writers to enjoy and share their writing. We are both volunteers and hope this will be as enjoyable for you as it was for us to create!

Overall Explanation aka, what is it?

Feveruary is our little event that runs through February, with one prompt for each day. We will have a total of 32 prompts which includes the main 28 and 4 alternatives. You can view this as a challenge to write all 28, you can pick and choose, you can save prompts for later, you can do pretty much whatever you want! After all, this is supposed to be fun!

Who can participate?

Everyone! Dont write? Draw something! Get creative :D

Is this an SFW event?

Yes considering we want this to be open to everyone we have decided to make it a SWF event. This brings us to some...

Rules: 

No sexually explicit material

No non-con, pedophilia, incest 

No DV or other negative power imbalance relationships. This is centered around hurt/comfort, not pure whump.

What if I want it to be NSFW?

Detach yourself. We cannot stop you from using these prompts as inspiration but if you are choosing to break these rules do not align yourself with our event.

How do I tag?

To tag your works as a part of the event use the tags: #Feveruary and #Feveruary 2025. As well as these please use appropriate tags and content warnings on your fics, we want this to be a safe and fun event for everyone. 

Can I Write On Ao3?

Of course! The same tags apply however they'll also be an open collection which you can add your post too!

When will the prompts be released?

We plan to release the prompts in mid October which will give everyone 3.5 months to start writing!

What if I have more questions?

Your best bet will be to send us an ask! If it's something you’re uncomfortable with other people reading (anon asks are on) or you simply don’t want to wait for an ask to be answered you will have to message either @somber-sapphic or @goldenempyrean directly. Since this is a group blog we are unable to receive PMs but if you have questions don’t hesitate to ask! There is no such thing as a dumb question.

Just double checking, I don't have to write them all?

Of course not! You can do as many or as few prompts as you want, if it stops being fun you don't have to continue!

[sunshinesickies]

Hi all! I wanted to share the lineup I’ve got for Feveruary! I’m doing my best to get them all done, but since there’s so many, some will definitely be closer in length to drabbles…but I already have some longer ones written that I KNOW you’ll love—so excited!! SO without further ado…

Day 1. “How’d you end up like this?”— Lindsay Weir x Reader

Day 2. Burning Up then Freezing Cold— Cara Ward x Reader

Day 3. Caught in the Rain— Caitlyn x Violet (Violyn)

Day 4. Herbal Remedy— Ava x Beatrice (Avatrice)

Day 5. “Could you just hold me?”— Jinx x Reader

Day 6. Spoon Feeding— Caitlyn x Violet (Violyn)

Day 7. “I’m still not used to being taken care of”— Kate Bishop x Reader

Day 8. “Couldn’t you keep this cold to yourself”— Jinx x Reader

Day 9. Alternate: Cool Wash Cloth— Kara Danvers/Supergirl x Reader

Day 10. “You’re safe, it was just a dream”— Cara Ward x Reader

Day 11. “You’re burning up!”— Caitlyn x Violet (Violyn) High School AU

Day 12. Alternate: Forced to work— Daisy Johnson x Reader

Day 13. “I wouldn’t even trust you to boil tea in your condition”— Kara Danvers/Supergirl x Reader

Day 14. Falling asleep in the wrong place— Ava x Beatrice (Avatrice)

Day 15. Guiding sickie back to bed— Caitlyn x Violet (Violyn)

Day 16. “Is it just me or is it really warm in here?”— Kara Danvers/Supergirl x Reader

Day 17. Alternate: “I don’t get sick!”— Kate Bishop x Inhuman/mutant!reader

Day 18. Delirious— Caitlyn x Violet (Violyn)

Day 19. “I know ice cream is good for sore throats but that’s way too much!— Ava x Beatrice (Avatrice)

Day 20. Alternate: Sneezing fit— Jinx x Reader

Day 21. From better to worse— Kara Danvers/Supergirl x Reader

Day 22. “Our date can wait! You’re far more important”— Cara Ward x Reader

Day 23. “You need a tissue?”— Lindsay Weir x Reader

Day 24. “Don’t you think you should stay home?”— Kate Bishop x Platonic!reader

Day 25. Standing vigil— Caitlyn x Violet (Violyn)

Day 26. “Are you sure I’m sick? Because I feel fine”— Daisy Johnson x Reader

Day 27. Vacation Disaster— Kate Bishop x Reader

Day 28. “Well it sounds to me like you need a little TLC”— either Cara Ward x Reader or Caitlyn x Violet (Violyn) I haven’t decided yet

[fortune-maiden]

Feveruary Day 4: Herbal Remedy

Day 4! :D

I imagine this one to be set in the same verse as Day 1

“Old witch! You really are a nasty old witch!” “Cheng Xiaoshi! You think I’ll go easy on you just cause you’re sick? Drink!” “You’re trying to poison me!” “What poison! It’s an herbal remedy passed down through generations. You’ll feel better.” “It’s a shady recipe you found on a shady website – Stay away! No!” A piercing scream, then silence. In the next room, Lu Guang sat very still. In his heart, he recited a small prayer of gratitude for Cheng Xiaoshi’s fearless spirit. And then another for his own stuffed nose, unaware of the horrors wafting out from the kitchen.

[youokaybucky]

Welcome to the masterpost for my Feveruary 2025 Ficlets!

Below is the prompt list I'm using for this challenge... I will link each ficlet as I go!

• I have used the four extra prompts to swap out ones I wasn't feeling as much.

• While I aim to post a ficlet a day, this may not happen if life is ✨️life✨️ so please bear with me 🫶

• Some ficlets will be longer than others, but generally expect between 300-900 words

Day 1: “How did you end up like this?” - Clegan

Day 2: Burning Up then Freezing Cold - BuckyBrady

Day 3: Caught in the Rain - Clegan

Day 4: Herbal Remedy Cool washcloth - Clegan

Day 5: “Could you just hold me?” - Clegan

Day 6: Spoon-Feeding - BuckyBrady

Day 7: “I’m still not used to being taken care of.” - Clegan

Day 8: “Couldn’t you keep your cold to yourself.” - BuckyBrady

Day 9: Face Masks Forced to work - Clegan

Day 10: “You’re safe, it was just a dream.” - Clegan

Day 11: “You’re burning up!” - Clegan

Day 12: Role Reversal Medic to Sickie - Clegan

Day 13: “I wouldn’t even trust you to boil tea in your condition!” - BuckyBrady

Day 14: Falling asleep in the wrong place - Clegan

Day 15: Guiding sickie back to bed - Clegan

Day 16: “Is it me or is it really warm in here?” - Clegan

Day 17: “I know you want to help but you’re only making things worse." - BuckyBrady

Day 18: Delirious - BuckyBrady

Day 19: “I know ice cream is good for sore throats but that’s way too much!” - Clegan

Day 20: Lost Voice/Strep Throat Sneezing Fit - Clegan

Day 21: From better to worse - Clegan

Day 22: “Our date can wait! You’re far more important.” - Clegan

Day 23: “You need a tissue?” - Clegan

Day 24: “Don’t you think you should stay home today?” - BuckyBrady

Day 25: Standing Vigil - Clegan

Day 26: “You sure I’m sick? Because I feel fine.” - Clegan

Day 27: Vacation Disaster "I don't get sick!" - Clegan

Day 28: “Well, it sounds to me like you need a little bit of TLC.” - Clegan

[setsuuestsu]

Feveruary Day 4

Prompt: Herbal Remedy

Sickie: Namjoon | Caretakers: Jimin, Jin

Word Count: 434

Notes: Looked up a root, works for this illness in a different form I think, so don’t follow what I wrote because I panicked and am 100% unsure if this method works, so don’t try this at home I suppose? Also spacing is a bit weird since i’m on mobile

“Do you want something for your throat?” Jimin asks worriedly.

It’s not often that Namjoon falls sick, but when he does, the entire group opts for babying him for a change. It’s easy to forget that even though he’s their leader, his age stands in the middle of the hyung line and the maknae line.

The leader, who is looking more like a pitiful burrito than BTS’ sexy leader, lets out a tiny cough that has the members’ hearts melting. Once the small coughing fit ends, Namjoon nods in Jimin’s? No, he doesn’t really know, but it’s in someone’s direction. His vision is too blurry to be able to tell his lovely members apart at the moment.

Jimin leaves to presumably head to the bathroom where they keep all the medications they need in the dorm. It’s usually stocked with cold and flu tablets, allergy pills, painkillers, cough drops, and whatever else Hoseok thinks to buy in his spur-of-the-moment restocks.

It’s a few minutes where Namjoon is left coughing, praying that either a, he loses his throat because it hurts so bad or b, Jimin returns quickly and he takes the medication and his throat magically becomes better within the next five seconds.

Finally, Jimin returns, squinting as he tries to read the label on the back of the cough syrup bottle. He opens his mouth to read the instructions when the bottle is slapped out of his hand.

Jimin immediately snaps up with a gasp, ready to fight whoever has committed such a heinous act but shuts his mouth when he sees it’s Jin. “Jin hyung, why did you do that?”

The eldest scoffs. “You want to feed him that liquid hallucination? I just know he’s going to start hallucinating or something if he takes that medication!”

His response earns him a huff. “That was only in some people, not all!”

Jin exits the room and returns a moment later with a mug and a handful of some root of … something.

“What the hell is that?!” Jimin asks, both curious and flabbergasted.

Jin throws it into the mug. “Echinacea root. It’ll work, I promise.”

He holds the mug to Namjoon’s lips, nodding when their sick leader immediately slurps the … root water down his poor, sore throat.

It seems to work because or maybe Jimin’s imagining things, but a bit of color starts to return to Namjoon’s cheeks. Not that he wants to agree with Jin’s methods but … it worked. The mysterious herbs worked.

And in the end, Jin is the true winner, leaving Namjoon’s room laughing like a windshield wiper.

[ethereousdelirious]

Feveruary Day 4. Herbal Remedy

Nobody is interacting with these lmfao so I can only assume nobody gives a shit but this one is Brassius and Geeta

The League building gleamed in its sterility, absent of offense and absent of delight. Each shade of white and gray carefully chosen to evoke no emotional response, to communicate only professionalism and to instill a vague sense of discomfort— to encourage the visitor to move along.

Brassius’ feet landed among the scuffs on the linoleum, the air chill and dry on his face. This was no place for a soul to thrive. This was no place for a human to heal. The whole building was sick to the lungs (and he would know about that).

Sure enough, the sound of coughing grew louder as he followed the leading lines of the hallway, inexorable in his march. In his mission.

When he reached Geeta’s office, he gave three smart raps on the door with his free hand.

The coughing stopped and started up again, sputtering, like she couldn't help it.

Brassius waited.

The paper bag crinkled in his hand, the dry contents shifting under the pressure of his fingertips.

“Just a moment,” Geeta said hoarsely, her voice muffled by the door.

Brassius waited.

Woe to the tree that had been felled to make this door. He pressed his palm to the glossy finish. No more would the high branches explore the open sky. No more would the roots seek nourishment in the darkness of the soil. All that possibility, cut down in the service of isolation.

The door opened and Brassius’ fingertips stretched out now toward Geeta's chest.

She took a step back and cleared her throat. “Brassius. How can I help you?”

He lowered his hand, widening the gulf between them. “Geeta. I would like to have a meeting with you.”

She looked at him for a long moment, eyes blank and bloodshot. “In my office?” She seemed to be thinking slowly; her irises swam rather than darted around the expanse of the hall. At last, as though defeated, she added, “I wouldn't want to get you sick.”

Brassius stared her down, smiling faintly. “I’ll be cautious.”

She stepped aside for him, pulling the door so it stood all the way open. Even so, the scent of illness permeated the still air. Sheer, unbreakable habit forced Brassius to notice the greater details, the shapes of things tucked away, as though to sketch them later: balled up tissues on the floor by the trash can, a blister pack of caffeine pills half-buried under old invoices.

Geeta sniffled and rounded the desk, falling into her swivel chair. “What can I help you with, Brassius?” Her voice came heavy, heavy as the weight of the fever slowing her movements. She sat up and steepled her fingers, hands shaking a little.

Brassius leaned forward and set his delivery on Geeta's desk, atop yet another stack of papers. Everything in the room existed for the purpose of work. “I suppose… I have a favor to ask of you.”

“And what favor is that?”

“Take a break.” He gestured at the bag of loose tea leaves he had brought, the echinacea and lavender he'd grown and harvested and dried. “Have a cup of tea with me.”

Geeta’s monitor went to sleep, abruptly cutting off the light from her face. The whole room darkened and her lids dropped slowly, a blink stretching out into an expression of exhaustion. “Alright.”

—

“This is no place to relax.” Brassius braced his hand on the edge of the counter, clear of the gleaming edge of a construction staple. The kettle roared, water dancing in chaotic ripples.

Geeta sat primly at the table, her hands folded. “I'm not here to relax.”

“I can see that.”

She bit back a cough, her face temporarily disappearing behind her sleeve. Brassius toyed with his armature wire. “I wonder if you may be acting against your best interests in staying here. Surely your health is more important than all this.” He gestured vaguely at the ugly breakroom and the uglier building that surrounded it. This den of monotony and make-work.

Geeta dabbed at her nose with a paper towel from a haphazard stack on the table. “I'm doing my job. It's my duty as Champion to get these things done. Unless you want payroll to be delayed.”

The kettle clicked. Brassius leaned across the counter for it, not turning his back to Geeta. Even now, her posture slipped a little, her straight lines bending. He faced her while he poured the water.

She clearly had not been expecting company today. Her hair hung limp around her back, thick strands coiled at her temples where fever-sweat had cooled and dried. The skin around her eyes had blanched to a sickly, shiny shade of gray. She'd even missed a button on her blazer.

“I have to do this,” Geeta repeated, quieter. She leaned forward, resting her elbow on the table and her cheek on her palm. A few coughs burst forth from her chest and died behind her lips, air hissing out of her nose.

Brassius set a chipped white mug in front of her, scratching at the Kalos Poké Ball Factory logo on it before he withdrew his hand. What a waste of clay. Centuries beneath the soil just to be used as an advertisement. His own mug was completely blank, its own wasted opportunity.

Or perhaps a commentary on the expectation of the viewer…

Geeta coughed.

Brassius raised his eyes. Yes, she'd spoken, and not just to fill the silence. “Your job…” He examined her, slumped over at the table with her head in her hand and fever in her blood. “A soul's only duty is to its passion.”

She smiled wanly at him. “We can't all be artists, Brassius.”

A self-fulfilling prophecy in its own right. Alas, today was not the day for an argument. “Perhaps not. But what about your duty to yourself?”

Geeta sighed and took a sip of her tea. “I’ll think about it.” After a pause, she looked at him, a smile shining through her exhaustion. “Thank you— Thank you for taking this time. You didn't have to do that.”

“I did,” Brassius said gravely. “Because it was my passion.”

“I don't follow.”

“Never mind it.” The ugly, empty walls bore down on them. Brassius resisted the ennui, rebuked it with his spirit. “It's avant-garde.”

[darl-ingfics]

Feveruary Preview

Feveruary's right around the corner, and, just like with Sicktember, I'm trying to motivate myself to get these pieces done! So I'm posting some sneak peeks as accountability for myself to follow through!

Day 3: ATEEZ

“Stop all this toxic positivity.” Wooyoung crossed his arms over his chest. “You can be mad at people for treating you like shit, Yunho.” “He called them a ‘clusterfuck’ earlier,” Seonghwa supplied unhelpfully.  Yunho nudged him. “Of course that’s what you remember.” 

Day 4: EXO

Chanyeol nodded. “That’s what I’m here for.” He nodded towards the water bottle. “Finish that before you fall asleep.” “Why do you all keep accusing me of falling asleep?” “Because if you’re awake when I come back… I will cry.” “Well, if I knew you were gonna threaten me…”

Day 6: Seventeen

Minghao couldn’t have attended schedules despite how bad he wanted to; he could barely move his limbs without crying. Hell, he could barely THINK without crying. He felt terrible, horrible, awful. And it had only been a day, not even 24 since he’d collapsed outside Music Bank. How was he expected to just exist like this until his immune system got its act together?!

Day 11: BTS

Luckily, Hoseok was a relatively light sleeper, his eyes opening at the sound of the door. “Mmm, who is it?”  “Jimin. Taetae’s got a fever and I need some back up.” Hoseok sat up, careful yet urgent. “Is he sleepwalking again?

Day 13: ATEEZ

“Hey, can you please go sit down?” Mingi asked, terribly gentle given the sharp tone he’d just used on Wooyoung.  Yunho shook his head. “Why?” “Because your pacing is stressing us out,” Mingi explained. “And I’m scared you’re going to faint.”

Day 16: Seventeen

“Hi hyung.” Hansol waved robotically. “We’re working.” He had attempted to sound no-nonsense, to convince the leader that they were busy and not to be bothered. He had failed spectacularly. His glassy eyed stare was enough to convince Seungcheol that it was time to wrap up for the day.  Jihoon, sensing this, placed a hand on top of Hansol’s. “Ignore him, or he will make us stop.” Hansol considered Jihoon’s hand, seemingly confused how it got there.

Day 19: Shinee

“Woah, what’s that for?” Minho asked, eyebrows furrowing.  Taemin shrugged. “Ice cream is good for sore throats.” “I know ice cream is good for sore throats, but that’s way too much!” Minho exclaimed, working very hard to keep his voice down. “Hyung doesn’t like sweet things that much on a good day…” “But today is a bad day,” Taemin pointed out. 

[bilightningwhumper]

Summary of the long rambling update I gave last night:

-Living Weapon January event I'll have to wait on until life is less crazy/I'm inspired more

-Feveruary 2025 is still being filled; due to this, I won't be doing weekly postings in January until this is done

-if I can, I'll be fixing up the Angstober 2024 masterlist and Ao3 posting during my vacation at the end of January

-Flufftober 2024 (mistakenly spelt as Flufftember) I'm still not sure when I'll finish, unfortunately; but the last 4 will be done when I have the time/inspiration

-Basically still taking things slow so as not to overwhelm and overtax myself

Additional update: The parallel story might be getting some work done, though, even as I put the prequel on hold. While I'm not inspired by all of the FluffyFebruary 2025 prompts, I do have some ideas already semi-planned for Cyrus and Sydney that fit multiple at the same time. So from that, I'm going to make a drabble a week filling them in the spirit of: looking at prompts 1-7, picking which fit together for my idea, leave the rest out, post drabble on day 7.

I don't like leaving things undone or breaking plans/promises, but I also hate forcing myself to write when my heart isn't into it. Things come out flat and meh. So things are still going to come, just slower than originally planned.

Thank you for your patience! And for letting me share my characters' stories with you. Even if "Belonging to Nightmares" hasn't built up a taglist yet, I'm glad people have been liking it so far nonetheless.

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

repose

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62780740 by sundrasil (crownedgrief) Peter Parker vs. Anxiety By the time he needs to leave, he hasn’t sat down long enough to become calm. His heart pounds something awful as he climbs onto the school bus. A few times throughout the bumpy ride he contemplates asking the driver for the trashcan just in case he throws up. He doesn’t, though, because this is anxiety and that’s not the same as being sick. Feveruary Day 4: Herbal Remedy Words: 1345, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Iron Man (Movies), Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Aunt May Parker (Marvel), Flash Thompson, Original Female Character(s), Friday (Marvel) Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Peter Parker Has Anxiety, Tony Stark Has a Heart, Emotional Hurt/Comfort read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/62780740

[kilgoreontralfamadore]

Linked Universe Feveruary 2025 | Day 4 | Herbal Remedy

Sickie: Time Caretaker: Wild Illness: Arthritis

Read it on AO3

When Time saw the muddy, charcoal-colored clouds hanging in the distance, he knew what was coming. A murky summer storm, yes, but also something worse: a stark reminder of his age, of the failing of his own body. Creaking in aching in things that shouldn’t be creaking and aching: at least, not for another 3 decades or so. The old man hummed in displeasure and disappointment at nobody but himself. A smoldering frown burned upon his lips as the chain set out from their clearing. In the direction of the northward storm, no less. The morning sun burned high ahead, but the hasty winds foretold the upcoming squall.

[sunshinesickies]

Feveruary Day 4— Herbal Remedy— Avatrice

Set in S2 when they’re chilling in the Swiss Alps

Beatrice sighs, glancing towards the small living room as she hears Ava stifle yet another sneeze, the sound punctuated with a thick sniffle. Even though she had woken up obviously still exhausted and looking dead on her feet, she’d convinced Bea to let her go out on a morning run, something which the nun instantly knew she regretted when 20 minutes later Ava came stumbling through the door of their small apartment completely out of breath, rough sounding coughs the result of her exercise.

Beatrice had rushed to help her breathe properly again, offering water, her heart pounding as hard as Ava’s, worry thick in her chest. Luckily they both had the day off from the bar and after catching her breath, Bea was able to convince Ava to at least take it easy for the rest of the day, claiming they’ve been working hard training and that she deserves a break.

Now it’s afternoon, Bea swears she’s heard Ava sneeze at least a dozen more times, and they’re going on day two of Bea trying to get Ava to admit she’s come down with something, and Ava so stubbornly insisting she’s fines and that Beatrice ‘doesn’t need to make a fuss’. She knows the younger girl is feeling miserable, she can see it, hear it, and with the amount of empathy she has for her, she can practically feel it too.

She understands why Ava has reservations about being sick, being taken care of, being a burden, for that’s what she was led to believe half her life; that she was a burden. But Beatrice also can no longer just sit here, continuing to let Ava not take care of herself. The more she ignores her symptoms, the worse she will feel and the longer it will take to get better. She has a duty to look after the Warrior Nun, to keep her safe. Letting her push herself to the ground is the quite literally opposite of training her to be stronger in hopes of defeating Adriel one day.

After deciding her next move in what appears to be some sort of game to Ava, it doesn’t take long for her to approach the girl who’s been chilling out on the couch all day, reading books, watching old movies on the ancient tv in the apartment, and trying to ignore the utter annoyance of her ever growing symptoms.

“Here, Ava.” Bea’s accented voice gently cuts through the soft silence as she places a box of tissues in her lap. She looks up at her in slight confusion. “Thanks, but I’m fine.” She answers, though at the same time she’s unconsciously wiping her runny nose with her rough sleeve.

“I know you are.” Bea lies, plucking a tissue from the box and holding it out to Ava. “But your nose is telling me otherwise.” She continues, and Ava lets out a little sigh of relief when she uses the tissue, reluctantly admitting to herself it is better than using her jacket or hands. Though the sudden change from harsh to almost silky fabric makes her delicate nose start to burn and no sooner than she’d tossed the first tissue to the ground is she rapidly grabbing another.

“Nhuhhuu’Shhcoo!!” She catches the forceful sneeze into the soft tissue, sniffling her red, runny nose wetly. “Bless you.” Beatrice hums, kneeling down in front of her, lifting her hand to hover before her forehead, only placing it there gently when Ava nods her consent. The nun frowns at the abnormal amount of heat radiating off the younger girl. Ava’s eyes are closed as she soaks in the miraculously cool sensation of Bea’s comforting touch.

“Bea?” Ava’s voice is so low she almost doesn’t hear her as she opens her eyes to meet Beatrice’s gentle expression of concern. “What is it, Ava?” Bea’s words are soft as she sits down next to her on the couch, her hand settling gently on Ava’s leg. “I think I’m sick.” Ava murmurs shyly, unable to look away from the other girl’s soft, emphatic gaze, so intensely caring that it brings a slight blush to her already fever flushed cheeks.

A small smile quirks onto Bea’s lips as she rolls her eyes playfully. “Yes, Ava, I’ve noticed…” her voice takes a more tender tone, “…now can I please help care for you? I-I know you don’t like it, but I want to and…” Ava chuckles, slightly amused by Bea’s ramble as it’s uncommon for the quieter girl who always seems to have every word planned out before she even says them.

“Actually, I wouldn’t mind…” Ava interrupts quietly, her gaze shifting to the floor and Beatrice is momentarily taken aback by the amount of vulnerability in her tone. “…because it’s you.” She adds softly, her eyes flicking back up, and Bea stiffens, pretty sure she’s forgotten how to breathe. Ava’s hand finds its way to Bea’s, which is still resting on her thigh.

“You’ve never made me feel like a burden, Beatrice.” Bea lets out a careful breath, her mind blank, but her senses fully aware of the weight of Ava’s hand atop hers. Finally she snaps back, blinking a couple times before collecting herself and answering, Ava awaiting patiently. “Because you aren’t, Ava. You could never be one to me.” She replies sincerely and Ava sends her a small, grateful smile before turning away to cough lightly into her shoulder.

“So?” She rasps a moment later, trying to lighten the mood. “What are my orders, Doc?” Her words make Beatrice relax enough to let out a small chuckle. “Well, step one was tissues. Now how about you stay here while I make some tea for your throat? And maybe I can talk you into taking some fever reducing meds?” She suggests and Ava nods with tired smile.

Beatrice offers a curt nod back as Ava settles herself back against the pillows of the couch, and in a moment of impulsivity, Bea presses a fleeting kiss to her temple before clearing her throat, and promptly making her way to the kitchen.

Ava sits, quietly stunned by this action, and she doesn’t think much of it, other than how warm and fuzzy it made her feel. Beatrice returns a few minutes later, a steaming mug of tea balanced carefully on a small saucer as she stirs a a spoon delicately through the liquid. Settling back down next to the sniffly girl on the couch, Bea places the mug on a side table, much to Ava’s dismay and Beatrice turns to find her pouting adorably.

“It has to cool a moment, Ava. You’ll burn your tongue otherwise.” She explains and Ava lets out a huff but she still offers one end of a blanket to Bea who tucks it neatly around both of their legs. The two of them silently resume whatever movie Ava had been watching earlier and soon Bea is presenting Ava with the now perfectly tempered tea.

Ava lets out a soft sigh of relief when she takes her first, long sip. Her throat instantly feeling loads better as the hot, sweet liquid soothes it. She can’t remember anyone ever making her tea when she was unwell, let alone take care of her with such gentle kindness as Beatrice. “Is it alright? I know you don’t particularly like tea.” Bea asks hesitantly but Ava shakes her head with a smile.

“It’s perfect. In fact I’m pretty sure it’s magic or something.” Her voice already sounds smoother, less irritated and Bea gives her a soft smile in return. “It’s just a simple herbal tea with honey and lemon, nothing magic about it.” She replies and Ava scoffs as she scoots closer until she’s leaning her head against Bea’s shoulder.

“Nah, I’m pretty sure it’s magic, or maybe you are.” She hums and Bea can’t help when her heart beats a little faster at her words. She does the only thing she can think to in response, putting her arm around Ava’s shoulders and hugging her ever so closer to her. She knows how important physical is to Ava, and it is her job to care for the Warrior Nun, but right now, in this moment, she feels their bond intertwine a little deeper, and she’s more than happy to do anything to make this girl feel better, Halo or not.

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schedule for February events I’m participating in just so I won’t forget to actually post them xd

finish your fucking fics bingo

finish a recent WIP

finish the next WIP in a series you’ve been avoiding

hey, sweetheart

“Hey, sweetheart. C’mere.”

“Sweetheart, you’re the only view worth enjoying.”

“Hey, sweetheart. How would you like to come with me?”

“How did you end up like this, sweetheart?” + “Let’s go, sweetheart.”

Feveruary

Day 1: “How did you end up like this?”

Day 4: Herbal Remedy

findingfebruary

Day 1: Lost & Found + 2: A Forgotten Memory

Day 7: Reuniting After Years

Day 11: Something You Weren’t Looking For

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Token

“Tell me again.”

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Day 5: Picnic & Day 7: Soft