#happy sicktember everyone!!!!

[artemistorm]

Sicktember day 17: Brain fog/spaced out (Wind)

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“Let’s take a break,” Time called.

“Finally,” Four groaned and flopped onto the ground. Sky sat down heavily beside him. Legend and Time quietly stepped off the road on opposite sides to use the latrine—or la-tree-n as Warriors liked to call it.

Wind sat on the ground. He was tired. Tired-er than usual. Exhausted even. He just wanted the day’s trek to be over with. Wind took a drink from his waterskin; the water felt unexpectedly icy in his throat and he flinched in surprise.

“How much farther are we going?” Twilight asked.

“I dunno,” Warriors answered. “Until the Old Man is happy with the distance we’ve traveled. I can’t imagine we’ll go too much farther, we had an early start. We’ll ask him once he gets back.”

“I’m okay to keep going!” Hyrule said cheerfully.

“Do you ever run out of energy?” Sky laughed.

“Him and Wild, our little rangers,” Warriors said.

Wind crawled so that he was in the sun—the shade was too cold for him. He lay down and stretched long.

“You’re like a cat,” Twilight said with a grin.

“Meow!” Wind replied. He crossed his legs and draped an arm over him eyes, blocking out the sun. The conversation around him faded into an indiscriminate droning, he began to doze. It felt like only a few seconds had passed when Time’s voice jolted him awake.

“Alright, is everyone ready? Let’s go.”

Wind groaned to himself. He was just getting comfortable! He sat up and then stood up. Time passed and he realized belatedly that he was just standing there staring at the ground. He rubbed his eyes. He must not be fully awake yet. Why was he so tired? Why was he so foggy?

And then suddenly, the ground became the sky. Brown faded into blue, so bright it hurt his eyes, and he squinted, eyes watering.

Suddenly, Sky was there. Wind? He mouthed.

“Wh… why is…” Wind started. Why is Sky laying on the sky? Why is the world upside down? Why is Sky flying? He knew none of those questions made sense. The world didn’t make sense.

“—onfused, give him—” As the buzzing in Wind’s ears faded, he heard Sky’s voice.

Why did his head hurt? Why did he feel like he was made of bees? Buzzing and vibrating under his skin.

Something grabbed his ankles, startling him. His heart leapt with fear as his brain screamed something about monsters trying to drag him off. Wind looked down but instead of monsters, it was Wild. He held Wind’s feet up and then sat cross-legged under them, resting Wind’s feet in his lap. Why would he do that?

A hand on his face, on his forehead. If felt cool. It was nice. But all too quickly, the hand left.

“Hey Wind, you with us yet?” Warriors asked, kneeling next to him. When did Sky leave? When had Warriors arrived?

“Hi,” Wind answered.

“How are you feeling, buddy?”

Buddy. Being called buddy annoyed Wind an inordinate amount. He wasn’t a little kid! But Wind swallowed the biting replies that bubbled up within him.

“Gross,” he said. He was nauseous, his heart raced, and he felt weak.

“You fainted. You’re sick. You’re running a fever.”

“Oh… that explains things,” Wind admitted.

“Just take it easy and rest here. We’re going to stop traveling for the day,” Sky said. “Some of us are going to work together to try and cook up some medicine for you.”

“Whatever,” Wind murmured. It wasn’t his problem. He had no interest in being vertical or doing anything at all. He didn’t care what any of the other heroes did.

Four draped a blanket over him and he closed his eyes again. Finally, Wind was allowed to nap.

[whumpcember]

Introducing Whumpcember 2022!

Everyone's heard of Whumptober or Febuwhump, Angstpril or Sicktember, but get ready for Whumpcember! Whumpcember is pretty much exactly like Whumptober or Febuwhump, except in December.

Whumpcember is born out of a love of monthly whump challenges but with zero time to complete them. I also want to complete these challenges, but never have the time! So I came to realize that, from an American perspective, December is the month I get the most time off. So, I decided to create this event for people who have too much time in December, but so little across the other 12 months. Of course, this is most definitely an American experience and not universal; so if you don't have free time during December it is still perfectly alright to participate! This event was just made to cure my December boredom, and anyone else's.

Now after that ramble, onto the actual rules:

Prompts should be answered with whump as the main focus (i'll let angst slide though, since it's similar enough to whump)

Fanfic! Gif! Text post! Fanart! Fan video! Any piece of media that you can possibly make that has whump counts!

You can use the prompts any time! Don't feel the need to rush

Though, prompts answered during December will most likely be reblogged

Post anywhere! AO3, Wattapad, Tumblr, or even Fanfic.Net! So as long as you make a Tumblr post with a link to the answered prompt it may be reblogged.

When posting onto Tumblr you can either @/ the blog or tag with #whumpcember2022 and the day's tag, such as #whumpcember2022 day1

Don't forget to add any warnings necessary, such as NSFW or sexual content

At the end of the month a masterpost will go out to all participants and a badge you can save stating that you are either a participant or completionist. In order to be on the masterpost though, you will have to fill out a google form at the end of month; don't worry it'll take two minutes!

I hope everyone has a fun time during the event! And if you have any questions shoot me an ask through the ask box!

(this is also my first year running this event, expect a hiccup or two)

Written Prompt List Below

-Main Prompts-

Day 1: Hypothermia

Day 2: Avalanche

Day 3: Storm

Day 4: Shortness of Breath

Day 5: “I hate you!”

Day 6: Separated

Day 7: Scars

Day 8: Faked Death

Day 9: Sacrifice

Day 10: “I won’t leave you”

Day 11: Clothing That Doesn’t Fit

Day 12: Broken Bone

Day 13: Fear of the Unknown

Day 14: Shaking

Day 15: “You’re A Monster”

Day 16: Bad Luck

Day 17: Icy Deep

Day 18: Betrayal

Day 19: Electricity

Day 20: “It’s Too Late”

Day 21: Self-Hate

Day 22: Closing In

Day 23: Stumbling

Day 24: Anticipation

Day 25: “Shouldn’t You Be Happy?”

Day 26: Free Falling

Day 27: Crash Landing

Day 28: Explosion

Day 29: Failure

Day 30: The End Is Nigh

Day 31: Slow Healing

-Alts-

Alt 1. Nightmares

Alt 2. Desperation

Alt 3. Deal With The Devil

Alt 4. Accidental Injury

Alt 5. “I Won’t Help You”

Alt 6. Revenge

Alt 7. Lashing Out

Alt 8. Secrets

Alt 9. On The Run

Alt 10. “I Would Die For You”

[woso-fan13]

Sicktember 2023: 24 (USWNT)

"Did you just sneeze?"

“It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no it’s super baby,” Kelley cheers, holding you parallel to the ground as she ‘flies’ your small body around the living room. 

Your giggles are contagious and they soon attract your Mama’s attention. Alex peeks into the room, seeing the chaos that has occurred. 

“What are you doing to my baby?” Alex asks, a hand on her hip and her eyebrow jokingly raised. 

“Your baby?!” Kelley asks astoundedly, “Your baby?!? If I remember correctly, you didn’t change a diaper for the first year. This is my baby- 100%”

“I gave up my body and my career to carry and feed our daughter, the least you could do was change a few diapers.”

Kelley holds you out straight so you’re looking at her, “what do you think, huh? Are you Mommy and Mama’s baby?”

You babble indistinctly back at her as the two women stare adoringly at you. Because they had been watching you so closely, your moms were able to watch as you took a deep breath and your eyes closed. Unfortunately, neither of your moms had a chance to react before your nostrils flared and you sneezed wetly. Twice. Right in your Mommy’s face. 

“Did you just sneeze?” She asks you, her voice low as to not show any emotion. You don’t respond because, well, you’re a baby and you don’t have the words to respond even if you did know what to call that funny feeling and loud sound you just made. 

Kelley turns to Alex, “did she just sneeze? On me?”

Alex can’t speak, instead nodding her head once. Kelley simply hands you over to your Mama, mumbling something about not wanting the baby anymore before leaving the room. 

—-

Two days later, you and your Mommy were once again in the living room. This time, though, there was much less happy chatter and giggling. 

You were dressed only in a diaper, the fever overheating you as the copious amounts of fluid that they were feeding you quickly worked their way through your small body. Kelley was sitting on the sofa and your small body was resting lamely on her stomach and chest. She had one hand under your bum, keeping you in a comfortable position, while her other hand was fiddling with her phone as she canceled plans due to the sick baby she currently had resting on her. 

She can feel you take a slightly larger inhale than usual, and she looks down. She sees your eyes begin fluttering shut and she can feel your breath hitching under her palm. Quickly, Kelley drops her phone onto the cushion next to her and pulls a tissue out of the tissue box that she had taken to carrying around. She cups your nose and mouth gently in the tissue, waiting for the inevitable. 

You pitch forward into her hand, sneezing a snotty, congested sounding sneeze. Kelley knows by this point not to take the tissue away, as your moms had learned the hard way that you never sneeze just once. 

You sneeze again, sighing. But your Mommy can still feel your nose wiggling before you sputter out another sneeze, this one louder than the previous two. 

“Bless you, bless you, bless you, you sneezy monster,” she says, planting a kiss on the top of your head after each ‘bless you.” She wipes your nose clean, dropping the tissue into the quickly growing pile and begins running her now free hand through your hair. 

“Everyone alright?” Alex shouts from the kitchen, appearing in the doorway. 

“We’re fine, right bug?” Mommy asks you, “cause you’re so smart and you know not to sneeze on Mommy anymore.”

With impeccable timing, you sneeze directly on Kelley. The woman stands up, holding you at an arm's length as she walks over to Alex. 

“Your turn,” she simply says, pushing you gently into Mama’s arms. 

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Don't Tell Batman

by Writer_loves_tropes Jason's mom just died a few months ago, and suddenly, at sixteen years old he has no parents, no home, no money, and is literally starving. Things aren't looking good for poor Jason, but then he stumbles across a man bleeding on the side of the road. He doesn't hesitate to help, because Jason always helps people in need. Good deeds are always rewarded, even in a grimy crime-ridden city like Gotham, and just like that, Jason's bad luck starts to turn around. Tim is living the thirteen year old dream as Batman's sidekick. As a little kid he grew up in Metropolis with an unhealthy hyperfixation on Superman - he created the #1 Superman blog when he was five, and had his nanny sew a tiny lead lined vest so he could take pictures of the hero without Superman hearing his heartbeat and stopping the little stalker. When his mom died he moved to Gotham and Bat-stalked Batman and Robin so hard that he eventually became Robin. Life is great, but when he stumbles into Crime Alley Medical Clinic, meets Jason Todd, and instantly gets a new best friend, life gets even greater. - or, Gotham finally gives Jason a break, he meets a Robin with no chill, and slowly gets absorbed into the Batfamily. Words: 3655, Chapters: 1/13, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Jason joins the Batfamily Late (maybe joins, maybe just hangs around as their cool civilian friend) Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Leslie Thompkins, Alfred Pennyworth, Jack Drake, other characters make surprise appearances but I don't want to spoil it Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Jason Todd-centric, Tim Drake-centric (DCU), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Vomiting, Fever, Allergies, Medical Conditions, Jack Drake Being Jack Drake, Jack's a bad parent but actually redeemable in this story, Tim Drake is Robin (DCU), Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Jason Todd Joins the Batfamily Early, which changes a lot of canon and the timeline, Sicktember 2024, Jason doesn't become Robin but he still becomes a lifesaving hero, Jason Todd has Anxiety, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Tim Drake is Neurodivergent, Tim Drake Has ADHD, Dick Grayson Has ADHD, Fluff and Humor, Secret Identity, identity reveal but don't tell Batman, Rated T for language (Alfred would not be happy lol), Tim and kon are dating but they're both 13 so its just part of the fluff, tim is bi, Dick has dated everyone in dc with red hair, and Bruce may have a tiny crush on Clark Kent via https://ift.tt/0BmqUOP

[improvisedkatastrophe]

I have 11 or 12 whumptobers to finish, 5 sicktembers to finish, the WIP I started over a year ago… and yet all I can think about is that I really NEED to write a TopGun/IceMav AU of Sound of Music….

Am I crazy or does this need to be a thing?

Follow me here:

Ice—the cold, stern captain who likes regulations and structure to keep people away from his bleeding emotions.

Mav—the spitfire who listens to no one and leaves everyone wondering what he’ll do next but who ADORES the children, daggers, obviously, and will put up with whatever nonsense the Captain demands to help keep the kiddos happy and to help them be a family again. Because he’s always wanted one.

Daggers—Von Trapp kids, clearly…

Jake getting ‘telegrams’ from a certain Chicken

Phoenix/Javy/Payback etc all doing their best to pull pranks on the new governor

Fanboy and Bob being the little sunshine babies that need attention and love…

Slider as Max, the funny guy just watching his bestie fall helplessly in love for the spunky nanny/nun/whatever

I mean… what do you guys think? Should I write this? Would anyone even read this?

[ao3feed-irondadspiderson]

You're My Kid Too

https://archiveofourown.org/works/53793676 by noonecaneverknowwhoiam “Morgan calls you her big brother,” Tony picks up. “And Peter, you’re not just a stray orphan I picked up because they had radioactive spider powers. Sure, that’s the reason we met, but that’s not the reason I kept you around. I offered you the internship because I liked you. I bring you up to the cabin because I love you.” Tony’s breath catches. “When - when you were dusted, we had a mini memorial stone made for you,” he says. Pepper takes his hand. “We never told you this because it’s not something we like thinking about. But May was with us and she agreed that the name that would go on the stone was Peter Benjamin Parker-Stark. Parker-Stark, you hear that?” “Why?” Peter whimpers. “Because Peter,” Tony says easily, “you’re my kid too.” or Peter gets sick at the cabin and is ~insecure~ Words: 2843, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Spider-Man (Tom Holland Movies), The Avengers (Marvel Movies) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: F/M Characters: Peter Parker, Tony Stark, Pepper Potts, Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Happy Hogan Relationships: Peter Parker & Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Pepper Potts/Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Pepper Potts & Morgan Stark (Marvel Cinematic Universe) & Tony Stark Additional Tags: Sickfic, Sick Character, Sick Peter Parker, Emetophobia, Tony Stark Acting as Peter Parker's Parental Figure, Peter Parker Needs a Hug, Precious Peter Parker, Hurt Peter Parker, Peter Parker is a Mess, Peter Parker Whump, Tony Stark Has A Heart, Parent Tony Stark, Good Parent Tony Stark, Peter Parker & Morgan Stark are Siblings (Marvel Cinematic Universe), Not Avengers: Endgame (Movie) Compliant, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Post-Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Canon Divergence - Avengers: Endgame (Movie), Febuwhump, Sicktember, Whumptober, Whump read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/53793676

[irondad-defensesquad]

Mr. Dad Guy

For Sicktember (@sicktember), prompt 7: Borrowed Hoodie. Except Peter isn't sick with a flu or anything like that, but he has a bad day. Also posted on AO3! TRIGGER WARNING - mention of bullying. DO NOT SHIP PETER AND TONY. P/ROSHIP DNI.

Peter isn’t having a good day today.

His days are mostly the same, but in some of them, he’s just not able to bear it all with a smile. It’s those days when Peter’s eyes are heavy, his head cannot handle society, and everything is louder and brighter than ever. So today, Flash is more annoying than usual. School is an absolute drag. The teachers decided to be monotone and say so many things that Peter’s brain won’t absorb any of them.

Ned got sick so he’s staying home today; Peter has no idea where MJ is. That’s a great opportunity for Flash to bump into him and get his shirt dirty with food.

No, worse yet.

Peter forgot he’s been wearing Tony’s old MIT sweater all day.

He would’ve killed Flash, but Peter is the one to blame, honestly. He should’ve given it back to Tony, or at the very least left it at home.

Peter tries to clean it in the restroom, but it looks even worse.

He wants to cry. Today sucks, Flash sucks, Peter sucks—

The arachnid sighs in relief when he finally gets out of school, but he’s a little apprehensive when he sees Happy in the car waiting for him. Let’s just hope Tony forgets about the sweater, so maybe Peter can wash it at home himself.

Happy notices he’s quiet, and even asks what’s up. Peter doesn’t want to tell him he’s upset about Tony’s sweater, so he remains silent. The driver doesn’t insist and lets him be.

When Peter finally arrives upstate, Tony has just made waffles with ice cream.

“Hey, kiddo,” the man greets him with a smile. “Want a snack?”

“Oh, sure?”

Tony raises an eyebrow. “What? I didn’t poison it, kid. Or maybe you’re not hungry?”

“No, no, it’s just… I didn’t expect to be met with waffles and ice cream, that’s all.” Then Peter puts two in two together. “Did Happy say anything to you?”

“Well, only that you seemed a little off today.”

Peter sighs. “Yeah…”

“Bad day at school?”

The teen shrugs. “Well, it was like every day, except Ned didn’t go to school, so it sucked. And the classes, my god, why did everyone decide to be so boring today? I don’t even know what I wrote in my notebooks. I have no idea, it was like I wasn’t even there.”

Tony hums, listening.

Peter can’t hide this from him. Guilt is eating him alive.

“And it was so bad that I didn’t even realize I was wearing your old sweater all day, and then—some kid bumped into me and got all their lunch on it. Seriously, I- I’m so sorry, Mr. Stark. I don’t even know why I was wearing it at school, I don’t know why I had it with me in the first place, and I tried to clean it, but it just got worse—”

“Whoa, hey—"

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stark,” Peter is tearing up over this, and he knows it’s stupid, but he knows he messed something that belongs to his mentor, and he shouldn’t have.

“Hey, hey…” Tony abandons the waffles to comfort Peter, squeezing one of the latter’s shoulders. “It’s okay, bud. I’m not angry. It’s a sweater, and accidents happen.”

It wasn’t entirely an accident, but Peter will leave out Flash’s real intentions for now.

The fifteen-year-old opens his backpack to reveal the sweater, which has been horribly stained and horribly cleaned.

“We can fix that,” Tony reassures him. “And even if not, it’s an old sweater, kid. It’s fine.”

Peter sniffs. “O-Okay.”

“Aww, hey.” Tony wraps his arms around him without hesitation. “Today really sucked, huh?”

“Y-Yeah…” Peter replies, voice muffled by Tony’s shirt.

“Yeah, I know how it is.” Tony rubs his back. “I’ve got you, okay? You’re home.”

Home… upstate?

It sounds nice.

The hug doesn’t last long, but it doesn’t feel incomplete. Peter suddenly feels like part of the weight evaporated. Like all day long, he was only needing this.

Tony has taken the sweater, but before doing anything with it, he glances at it and grins to himself.

“What?” Peter asks, confused.

“So you were wearing it to school? That’s cute.”

Peter flushes red. “Mr. Stark…”

“It’s like you wanted to show off your cool mentor’s clothes.”

“It’s not like that—”

“Or you just missed me.”

“Mr. Stark!”

Tony laughs. “I’m just messing with you, kid.”

Peter crosses his arms, pouting.

“Yeah, I dunno. It’s a comfy sweater. And maybe- maybe it’s nice to think you’re looking out for me at school, too. Kinda.”

He mostly mumbled these words.

There’s some silence, the stunned kind.

When Peter looks up, Tony is the one who looks like crying.

But instead, the man squeezes Peter again.

“You’re so adorableeeeeee.”

“Mr. Stark!!”

“You can have all my sweaters. Literally all of them. Steal my whole wardrobe if you want.”

“No! Let me goooo—”

Tony laughs harder when Peter releases himself from the hug. The former tells the latter to eat the waffle before the ice cream melts completely. Tony probably puts the sweater in the washer.

Peter eats the dessert after this long, long day, and he smiles, now able to breathe a little better.

[shion-yu]

Hiiii,

Just coming on to see if I could request an Alex and Shu fic. I have been around for a while so you may have already written something along these lines so ignore me if you have lol.

I was thinking about a sickfic when Alex is a bit older like 17ish maybe, and is more acclimatised to living with Shu and to their dynamic. I'd love to see Alex get sick (preferably emeto) and how he handles Shu towards him and his own illness compared to how he did when he was 13 and seemed in your fics to really struggle with it all. Maybe gets sick at school and is embarrassed etc but whatever scenario you think will fit this kind of age/time period and dynamic between Alex and Shu.

Hopefully, it makes sense, and I'd adore seeing what you come up with!!

Day 4: "Great, I got a cold for my birthday."

Answering this ask for @sicktember - thank you so much for sending it! 2,016 words, no TW, CW mention of vomit. ft. a sick 16-year-old Alex.

Friday, March 22, 2013. 

Alex stared at the calendar hanging on his bedroom wall and the blank square at the end of the week. He would turn sixteen on Friday and everyone was making a big deal out of it. He could get his learners permit to drive, but driving wasn't something he was especially excited about unlike some of his classmates. He didn't have the most compelling reasons to need to, after all. He could walk to school, Ryo's house and the neighborhood convenience store where he worked all on his own. There was nowhere else he particularly felt the need to go. Shu told him that he could take his permit exam as soon as he wanted to, and they'd already done a few laps in parking lots together. Alex wasn't bad, but he had trouble remembering all the little things at once. Shu said it would come with practice. 

The thing was, Alex wasn't interested in driving. He didn't care about going out with his classmates or impressing anyone. In fact, he silently dreaded growing up and graduating from high school because that meant being alone again. Shu had adopted him when he was fourteen, but that didn't change the fact that Shu clearly had big dreams for him: of moving out and going to college when he graduated high school. Alex felt as if he’d been only just getting comfortable for years now. He wasn't ready for more change yet.

“Do you want to do anything for your sweet sixteen?” Shu asked him on Monday.

“Isn't that for girls?” Alex asked. 

Shu shrugged. “Maybe? Either way, it's your birthday.”

“It's not like there’s anyone I’d have a party with,” Alex pointed out. Shu frowned but didn't deny it because he knew this was true. There was only Ryo, and Shu’s mom Fulu, both of whom came over all the time. Alex didn't really like anybody else, something he made clear. The teasing had mostly stopped after middle school, but Shu knew it was probably still there, just in a different form: in snickers and whispers, in rumors that stung each time they reached Alex, sometimes intentionally. Ryo had confirmed as much. 

So there wasn't a party, but Shu said they would go to dinner at a nice restaurant with Ryo and Fulu. Alex complained he didn't want to go anywhere fancy, so this was downgraded to Olive Garden. Then Alex complained this was still too formal, and it was further downgraded to the local Tex-Mex joint - which also meant Fulu was out, because she hated Mexican food. By Wednesday, Ryo was counted out too: he was absent from school that day and texted Alex that he had strep throat. This left only Shu and Alex going for Tex-Mex, which was just a regular weeknight occurrence. Shu worried Alex would be disappointed, but he didn't seem like he cared. 

This turned out to be a good thing, because on Friday morning Alex too woke up with a fever and a sore throat so swollen he could barely speak. “Happy birthday!” Shu said when Alex wobbled into the kitchen where Shu was making eggs and bacon as a special start to the day. He took one look at Alex, grimaced and turned the stove off. “Looks like Ryo might've got you,” he sighed. “Back to bed.”

Alex didn't have the energy to deny that he didn't feel good. Last night he'd been snippy at dinner and eaten little, but now he just felt like crap. So he went back to his bedroom and Shu followed him, the smell of bacon grease on his clothes making Alex feel nauseous. 

Shu felt Alex’s cheek for fever once he was back in bed. Alex didn't like being touched much, but he minded less when it was Shu - and when he was sick. Shu shook his head and told Alex to open up so he could shine his phone flashlight down Alex’s throat. It took Shu only a second to shake his head again with a sigh. “Definitely looks like strep,” he said. “And on your birthday, too. I’m sorry bud.”

“It doesn't matter,” Alex croaked. It was just another day, he thought to himself. 

“I’ll see if Dr. Fred can see you today,” Shu said. Alex glared at him this time. Shu knew he hated going to the doctor. “If it's strep you need antibiotics,” Shu pointed out. “You know Dr. Fred’s better than urgent care.”

This was true. Dr. Fred was the pediatrician who had been seeing Alex since he first came to live with Shu. Alex had not liked him at all at first, suspicious and recoiling constantly during the initial physical. But over time Alex had gotten used to him and at the least, no longer bared his teeth at Dr. Fred as if he might actually bite him anymore. It didn't mean he fully trusted the guy though. Alex still said no when Dr. Fred would ask him things like, “Do you want your guardian to leave the room now?” He felt better if Shu was close.

Shu went to call the doctor’s office and Alex texted Ryo: Thanks for giving me strep.

Ryo texted back right away: Nooooo! I’m sorry!! And on your birthday too :’(

Alex sighed and put his phone down. His head hurt, and when he closed his eyes he could feel his heartbeat pulsing behind them. Shu came back a few minutes later. “Dr. Fred said he can see you if you come right now before his first patient comes,” he said. “Let’s go.”

“Do I have to?” Alex grumped.

“Yes. I’ll get you ice cream on the way home,” Shu promised.

Alex sat up and glared at him. “I’m not a little kid anymore,” he snapped. “You can't just bribe me.” But it turned out, Shu absolutely could and they went to the pediatrician, the pharmacy, and finally, the ice cream parlor where Shu dashed inside to buy Alex’s favorite soft serve chocolate ice cream in a bowl with a sugar cone on the side.

“We’ll celebrate when you can swallow,” Shu told him. “Don't eat that cone if it hurts too much.”

Alex rolled his eyes.”Thanks, dad,” he said sarcastically. Alex rarely called Shu dad, and when he did it was usually in a teasing way such as this. It still made Shu smile, though. Shu was so easy to please. 

Post-appointment and ice cream run, they returned home with Alex exhausted and achy in the passenger seat. “Why don’t you rest for a while?” Shu suggested after he’d given Alex his first dose of antibiotics plus a Tylenol. “I won’t do anything fun without you.”

“I don’t care if you do,” Alex rolled his eyes. Shu didn’t react. He was so used to this snippy attitude that it didn’t phase him anymore. People had told him, when he first took Alex in, that things would be more difficult with an older teen. But for Shu, fifteen and now sixteen year old Alex had been a breeze compared to their first year together. There was little that could compare to taming a newly orphaned, guilt-ridden twelve to thirteen year old who was convinced he was responsible for the death of three people. One who so vehemently, violently denied any love that was offered to him that Shu had the scars and patches in the walls to prove it. But things got better, eventually. Sometimes they had seemed as if they never would, but they did. Shu had officially adopted Alex when he was fourteen and he never regretted it, although he made it a priority to make sure Alex never felt he did. And right now, he knew that while Alex would never admit it, the boy became extra sensitive when he was sick thanks to his propensity towards fever nightmares. 

It turned out that afternoon was no exception. Shu had called in to work even though he knew his boss would have some offhand comment when he came back about how his kid was old enough to take care of himself by now. He didn’t care - his years with Alex had finally helped him realize that work was not always the most important thing in his life. He was doing the dishes when he heard the bathroom door slam.

Shu dried his hands and knocked on the door. “Alex? Are you alright?” Shu called. He hoped Alex would growl back that he was just peeing and to bug off, but instead he got the low groan that he’d feared. “I’m coming in,” Shu announced himself as he entered. He found Alex crouched over the toilet, the smell of sick mixed with the distinct sourness of antibiotics hanging heavy in the air. Shu sighed in pity and kneeled on the floor next to Alex, lightly resting a hand on Alex’s sweat-soaked back. Alex shook him off, then threw up some more. It sounded painful; Shu could only imagine how much it burned Alex’s already-sore throat.

“Jeez. Sorry, bud. It’ll be over soon,” Shu said. He fetched a glass of water from the kitchen and returned with it in hand, by which time Alex was flushing the toilet. Shu set the glass on the sink and wet a cold washcloth. “Let’s get you back in bed, are you done?”

Alex looked up at him, his face red and eyes teary. He nodded miserably. He always appeared so young when he was sick and Shu instantly wished he could do something else to help. But all he could do was hand Alex the washcloth to wipe his face off and direct him to rinse his mouth with the water before following the teen back to his bedroom. Alex slumped heavily into bed, whimpering.

“Does your stomach feel any better?” Shu asked gently, pulling Alex’s trash can next to the bed regardless of the answer.

“I don’t know,” Alex said in a small voice.

“Do you want company?” Shu asked.

“I guess,” came the answer after a moment of hesitation.

Shu left and returned with the water from the bathroom, a bottle of Gatorade and the book he was reading. Then he climbed onto the foot of the bed and sat with his back to the wall. He read his book. Alex rested. They didn’t speak, but this was what they both knew was what Alex wanted. Just company. He didn’t like to be fussed over, or doted on, or asked a lot of questions. He wouldn’t want Shu to ask about his nightmares that were too big to explain. He just liked having Shu close by, and that was all. After years of practice, Shu simply knew.

They spent the day in Alex’s bedroom. Shu reading, Alex napping on and off or watching videos on his phone when he wasn’t. The infection seemed to drain all of Alex’s energy and he wasn’t hungry, although Shu coaxed some light broth into him that Alex did keep down. The evening dose of antibiotics stayed put too, and by the next morning Alex was already feeling significantly better. He still had a low grade fever and stayed put, but Shu knew it was only a matter of time - maybe tomorrow - before Alex felt well enough to complain about going out. Alex had always bounced back from any illnesses with an impressive speed and as soon as he felt ready to leave the house, he would. 

On Sunday afternoon, Alex went to Ryo’s house. He’d been fever free for twenty-four hours now so Shu didn’t argue. He was glad to see Alex feeling better. But there was always a part of him that treasured the moments when Alex admitted he wanted Shu close. It was the one time Shu felt Alex wanted him more than he wanted Ryo, and he played that role dependably. He would always, always be there for Alex as long as the boy still wanted him. Hopefully, he selfishly sometimes allowed himself to think, Alex would need him just a little bit forever. 

[somber-sapphic]

Sicktember Prompts!

Hello all! Many of you know that Sicktember is coming up and I plan to write for it! Please send me in your ideas for parings and I will do my best to keep everyone happy (as well as including a few of my own). Paring's that I personally chose will be yellow others will be in pink :)

Just a heads up that I will be switching out some with the alt. prompts provided, I will make those ones green. Please send in your paring's with specific sickies!!

original prompt list

Prompts:

1. Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care - WandaNat x Reader, Sick Nat and Reader

2. Quest for a Cure - Sick Natasha x Reader

3. "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?" - Sick Lena x Reader

4. Hiding an Illness - Wandanat x Sick Reader

5. Preventative Measures (Not Taken) - Wandanat x Sick Reader

6. Sick and Injured - Wandanat x Reader, Sick Wanda

7. “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick” - JJ x Sick Emily

8. Persistent Fever - Natasha x Sick Reader

9. White Coat Syndrome - Carina x Sick Reader

10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy” - Wanda x Sick Reader

11. Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick - Natasha x Sick Reader

12. Fuzzy Socks - Kara x Sick Lena

13. “I’m so sorry” - Wandanat x Sick Reader

14. ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’ - Wanda x Sick Natasha

15. Sick in an Inconvenient Place - Jemily x Reader, Sick Reader

16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD - Wandanat x Sick Reader

17. Magical Remedy/Healing Potion - Natasha x Sick Reader

18. “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold” - Sick Natasha x Reader

19. Curled Up With a Pet - Calzona, Sick Callie

20. Cramping Pain - Wandanat x Reader, Sick Nat

21. "But if you stay, you'll get sick too" - Wandanat x Sick Reader

22. Terms of Endearment/Nicknames - Natasha x Sick Reader

23. Coughing Fit - Natasha x Sick Wanda

24. “Did you just sneeze?” - Yelena x Sick Reader

25. Confused/Disoriented - Wandanat x Sick Reader

26. “I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now” - Sick Wanda x Reader

27. Uncooperative Patient - Marina x Reader, Sick Carina

28. “I should have stayed home” - Sick Natasha x Reader

29. Side Effects/Adverse Reaction - Wandanat x Sick Natasha

30. Patient 0 - Open!!

HUUUUGEEE thanks to @sicktember for these amazing prompts!!

[roguesnezblog]

Index

So I'm gonna update this often and try to orginise my shit more. Ain't that a bitch?

Well firstly lets start with general info:

This is mostly a sick/sneeze/whump tumblr blog for my ocs.

She/her are my pronouns, but sometimes I don't mind they/them.

I'm currently 29.

I respect furries and furry content. I dabble in it at times but I MUCH prefer humanoids.

I do not reach others out, I am introverted, I don't tend to seek people out. Unless I'm lonely. But don't be afraid to message me, dm me or whatever you want, I enjoy chatting.

Minors DNI. Nuff said rly.

I am asexual. This "fetish" isn't really sexual in nature for me, it is a intrigue more than it is anything else, so please keep this in mind when roleplaying or intereacting with me. NSFW is not something I will do on this blog.

My inbox is open, but I won't always answer every question.

I do commission work.

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FAQ:

What do you do here? I draw mostly. Just scenarios with my ocs and snz stuff. Just for fun, I also do commission work for those who are capable.

Can I ask anything? Will you respond? Depends. Don't be creepy is a big rule. I also get a lot of inboxes telling just random statements I don't respond to. But I do try to answer questions about my oc's, mostly when I have inspiration to answer them, some questions I honestly don't know how to respond to. So if your inbox does not get answered and you follow those simple rules, the most likely cause is I'm not sure how to answer your question.

Do you do fanart? Only for commission work. Dm me and ask me for a slot

Can I dm you? Sure.

Do you RP? Yes. But only with folk who intrigue me. Sorry I'm very picky with who I rp with.

Where else can I find you? Furaffinity is the only one I'm willing to share here: Furaffinity

What got you into this community? Honestly I joined it only recently. about a few years ago. I decided to embrace this fasination I have and hopefully make people happy with my art. This is essentially the reason why I am here.

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Tags:

snz: Snz is the main tag I use for anything sneeze related.

sicktember 2024: Currently in progress. But this tag is for sicktember. I did it for the first time properly in 2024.

notsnz: Anything that isn't to do with sneeze content.

commission: Paid work I did for others. snz animation: Any animations I did. Cuz ye I animate.

Amadi: Oldest oc. Crazy genderfluid person who is violent, cunning, sly and flirty. He tends to go by he/him but they use any pronouns, They're into the kink and are a menace.

Weedle: A mentally distraught man grieving for many deaths and given up on hoping for a better life, Amadi and him used to date although currently they are broken up. Ed: A werewolf man, sweet kind and always looking after the group the best he can while working hard.

Dolan: A tragic demon character who's outgoing spunk gets everyone to laugh.

Svet: A vampire fop who is a spoilt brat in every sense of the word.

Demetrius: A stoic storm giant (Currently my fav) Who adores his husband and a terrifying paladin.

Percy: A cleric angel who loves his hubby and tries his best to heal the sick and injured running himself ragged.

Ornel: A drow elf who is sweet but extremely trouble and haunted by his past despite trying to move on.

Judas: Another angel who is goth aesthetic and tries his best to protect those he loves dearly. Wrathmos: Devil maaaaaaaaaan

Others ocs:

This all is going to be sorted out overtime. Trying to do a lot today. But I will now try to sort it out by oc's.

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[themetaphorgirl]

Hi! I’m not sure if you’re looking for prompts but one just popped into my head and I had to share.

I participate in the Sicktember fandom prompt list thing and one of their prompts this year is “campus crud” and the thought that popped into my head was,

What if the whole PSOLC gang came down with an illness all at once? Or maybe it was the younger kids first and they slowly brought down the older kids? I can imagine everyone camped out in the common room with tissues and cough drops and vapo rub galore, with lots of movie watching and snuggling going on. Or maybe the only one that doesn’t get sick is Derek because he’s in such good shape for football and he has to take care of the rest of the crew?

Idk, it just popped into my head!

I’m so happy that you’re back online again, I just started my umpteenth reread of PSOLC and I love it so much. Your writing is magical and reading your work makes my days significantly better! 💜

so LUCKILY I'm doing Whumptober and decided to add in Sicktember prompts just for shits and giggles, so this is going on the list!!

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

Sicktember #24

Prompt: “Did you just sneeze?”

Fandom/OCs: Grey’s Anatomy (Meredith and Derek)

Words: 710

Sicknario inspo: Doctor with hay fever from this post

Author’s comments/background: I’ve only written Grey’s Anatomy once before for a fic exchange event (read it here) but it’s a fandom I’ve been in for a long time and always intended to write for. Not sure how great the characterization is here since admittedly it’s been a minute since I’ve revisited these lovlies, but I think it works. This is set in the first few seasons when Meredith is still an intern and super angsty and pining after Derek from afar, AKA the best part of the series IMO. This is also the only allergy fic this year. Allergies aren’t usually my thing, but I try to squeeze at least one in every Sicktember. 

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In Meredith's opinion, spring was the most horrible time of the year. Everyone pretends to be happy about the flowers and the birds and the love in the air in spring, and fake happiness is Meredith's worst nightmare, but it's not just the fake happiness. She was also cursed with the world's worst spring allergies, and she spent most of every spring wanting to claw her eyes out from the itching or else worried her nose was going to fall off from all the sneezing. Allergy medications didn't work, except to make her tired enough to fall asleep standing up, and she would choose being sneezy over being near-comatose in the OR any day. She could keep the sneezing under control when she needed to, at least usually. 

One morning though, while doing rounds with the rest of the interns, her nose betrayed her. She was the presenting intern for one of Dr. Shepherd's patients, and it was an interesting case that she was excited about. The minute she walked into the patient's room, though, she knew she was in trouble. The smell coming from the two massive bouquets of flowers beside the bed almost knocked her over, and she cleared her throat to ward off a coughing fit, making an unattractive hacking noise. Cristina elbowed her none-too gently, giving her a "get it together" look. 

Meredith did her best to get it together, but she was fighting a losing battle from the start, since all the flowering plants outside had nearly done her in before she'd even arrived. She started off in a clear voice, presenting the case and all the research she'd done, but the itch in her sinuses grew nigh unbearable in moments. Derek saved her by asking the interns a question just as she was about to lose control, and while Cristina was showing off her knowledge, Meredith turned to the corner of the room to let out a stifled sneeze. It was quiet, thankfully, and she hoped no one noticed. Yet when she turned back around, Derek was looking right at her. 

"Did you just sneeze?" he asked with a half smile. 

"Nope. Just clearing my throat. Sorry." She felt Cristina's eyes boring into her, which Meredith pointedly ignored as she continued to present, trying not to breathe in the smell of the flowers. It was a lost cause though, and out of nowhere she sneezed, harsh and wet and totally unhidable, all over the chart in her hands. 

"Bless you!" exclaimed the patient. "Oh dear, are you getting a cold, dear? Or–oh no, are the flowers bothering you?"

"I'm fine," Meredith managed, though her eyes were streaming and her nose wasn't far behind. "I'm not sick, don't worry about me. So as I was saying…."

She pushed through the rest of her presentation through sheer force of will, but her fate was sealed, and she crushed another sneeze into her shoulder as she finished. 

"Bless you!" exclaimed the patient, the patient's husband, and Dr. Shepherd. The other interns were either snickering behind their hands or looking sympathetic. 

Derek quickly came to her rescue even as she felt another sneeze building. "Thank you, Dr. Grey. She explained what we're going to do very well, but do you have any questions for me?"

As the patient and her husband began to interrogate the neurosurgeon, Meredith accepted the inevitable and turned away to sneeze twice more into her elbow. The patient turned to look at her once more.

"God bless you again! Are you quite sure you're alright, dear?"

"I'm really fine," Meredith sniffled. She forced herself to smile at the ridiculousness of the situation. "And anyway, I think we're supposed to be asking you that."

Her breath began to hitch into another sneeze, and this time Derek turned to her with an amused look. "Why don't you excuse yourself and go blow your nose, Dr. Grey. I think we've got it from here. But come back when you're ready and we'll go over the case again, away from the flowers."

Red-faced, Meredith did as she was told. Yes, she thought to herself as she washed her face in the bathroom down the hall, she really really hated spring.

[sicktember]

Hello friends!

As promised, here is the information regarding how 2023 content promotion will be handled.

During the past two Sicktember events, we have attempted to reblog as much content as possible. However, during the 2022 event, that model had us reblogging upward to 850 posts in a thirty day stretch. That number does not take into account the answering of asks or the posting of updates on technical challenges and general information. That would take us closer to 1000 total posts. (approximately 20-35 posts a day) As you can imagine, this resulted in a flood of content coming across the dash of anyone who was following the blog. This, in turn, caused a significant loss of followers; something we wish to avoid in the future.

After a great deal of deliberation, we’ve come to the conclusion that using submissions will be the best way to navigate future content promotion. Although for the sake of clarity and readability, we will require a specific format.

Your submission should be formatted as follows

A link to your content (tumblr, ao3, ff.net, wattpad, etc…)

The fandom or alternative fandom tag you wish to be included on your submission. (No fandom, original work, owl house, m/arvel, c*bra k*i, etc…)

The prompt you used (the number and the prompt itself)

A Summary, description or snippet of your content (not a full fic)

The above-mentioned Information does not have to be in that order, but it does have to be clearly included.

Important things to keep in mind when submitting:

We will be posting no more than 10 submissions a day.

To be posted, your submission must be correctly formatted.

The correctly formatted submissions we post will be posted at random.

Submissions will close one week after the end of the event. (Oct. 7)

We will queue submissions until the inbox is empty.

This will accomplish three vital things:

1. It will allow content creators to possess absolute control over whether or not their work is eligible for promotion.

2. It will reduce the workload on the moderators.

3. It will prevent reblogged material from flooding our follower’s dash.

[We will be sure to post several reminders about how content promotion will work as we get closer to the event.]

We understand that not everyone is going to be happy about these changes, however, we ask you to remember that this is one fan-run event among many. If you don’t like or agree with how this event is being run, that’s okay! We want you to feel comfortable with the events you choose to participate in. And if that means not participating in this one, that’s okay too! Find one you love. If you can’t, consider creating one of your own!

[woso-fan13]

Sicktember 2023: 22 (Barca)

Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

Everyone could tell that you were off today, but no one as much as Kiera. The two of you had been partnered for this drill and she watched as your blinks grew steadily longer and your reaction time slowed. As soon as the final whistle blew, she was next to you, her hand gently on the small of your back and pushing you to the bench. 

As you walked, it became very obvious to all who were watching that you were teetering on regression. Unfortunately, your Mami was not one of these people, so she had no idea what to expect. 

Kiera leads you over to Alexia, stopping a few feet away and nudging you forward. You stumble slightly, landing in Alexia’s arms. 

“Hola, mi amor!” she greets enthusiastically, wrapping an arm around you without looking down. 

When you don’t respond, she looks down to see you staring at her with big doe eyes, tears pooling. She knows that look. 

“Oh, mija,” she coos, scooping you up into her arms and watching as you slump into her, “what’s wrong?”

Your answer isn’t a word so much as it is a drawn out whine. Mami quickly shushes you, bouncing you slightly. Once she calms you down, she settles you on the bench. You instantly start crying and she reaches into her bag before pulling a pacifier out and popping it into your mouth. It soothes you enough to allow Alexia to crouch in front of you. 

She begins at your ankles, gently moving the joints and examining for any signs of injury or pain. She assumes that something must have happened to cause this sudden regression, and her mind instantly jumps to an injury. 

She works her way up your body, ending at your head. She hadn’t seen anything glaringly wrong, but she could hear your muffled hiccuping cries, so she knew something must be wrong. 

It only clicks for her when Lucy tosses her a pack of travel tissues, ruffling your hair. You whine and try to squirm away, almost squirming off of the bench. Lucy’s quick reflexes allow you to end up on her hip as opposed to the ground, and you rest your tired head on her shoulder. 

Your Mami takes in your face now- your cheeks slightly pink, face pale, the bags under your eyes dark. That, plus the runny nose she could see and the tissues Lucy gave her- the answer to all of your problems was becoming glaringly obvious. 

“She’s sick,” Alexia says quietly, Lucy nodding her agreement. 

“Pobrecita,” Mami coos, gently stroking the hair off of your forehead. You make a soft noise, as close to your usual happy coo as you could get while feeling this crummy. 

Lucy and Alexia lock eyes, holding a silent conversation overtop of you. Without a word, Lucy begins doing a slight rock/bouncing motion and humming as she turns and makes her way back over to where Kiera was waiting with all of their things. Thankfully, her distraction was effective enough to keep you from noticing that you were going away from Mami and throwing a fit- the way you usually do. 

Kiera and Lucy try to entertain you, but quickly realize that you are much too young to be entertained. Instead, they talk quietly above your head as Lucy sways slightly with you in her arms. 

Knowing that you’re safe, your Mami rushes to gather everything that the two of you brought, shoving it into bags. Not even five minutes later, she tosses one over her shoulder, grabbing one in that hand and the other two in her other hand. 

Alexia walks over, attempting to shift the bags so she could also carry you, knowing that it would only end in tears if she attempted to make you walk. The other women are quick to stop her motions, Kiera stealing you from Lucy and cuddling you in her arms. Lucy rolls her eyes fondly, picking up their bags. 

The four of you make your way to the car park, quiet chatter filling the air. Once they reach Alexia's car, she opens the trunk and puts the bags inside. Kiera opens the backseat and starts to buckle you into your car seat. Luckily for all of them, you were a cooperative baby, so you only rag-dolled slightly when she tried to put your arms into the appropriate loops. 

Alexia, fully trusting Kiera to buckle you in and knowing Lucy would double check anyway, gets into the driver's seat. She queues a classic music playlist up, connecting her phone to the car. 

With a final click, you were secure for the ride. Kiera leans over, pressing a few small kisses to your hairline. 

“You be good, yeah babe? Feel better soon and get back to practice.”

Having said her goodbyes, she steps back and Lucy fills the spot. Like earlier, she ruffles your hair. 

“Bye, cheeky,” she says, pulling out her favorite nickname for you, “feel better, yeah?”

Once the women had said their goodbyes, they shut your door. A second later, Alexia opens her door and leans out, shouting a sarcastic goodbye at the retreating figures. Lucy and Kiera turn around, laughing, and say their goodbyes. 

Finally, you and Mami are safely secured in the car and ready to go home. Mami turns the car on, the music beginning to play softly from the speaker. 

“Bien, Nena, let’s get you home, sí?” 

Your babbles are enough of a response, Alexia smiling and putting the car into drive before heading home to take care of her sick baby. 

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Don't Tell Batman

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0BmqUOP by Writer_loves_tropes Jason's mom just died a few months ago, and suddenly, at sixteen years old he has no parents, no home, no money, and is literally starving. Things aren't looking good for poor Jason, but then he stumbles across a man bleeding on the side of the road. He doesn't hesitate to help, because Jason always helps people in need. Good deeds are always rewarded, even in a grimy crime-ridden city like Gotham, and just like that, Jason's bad luck starts to turn around. Tim is living the thirteen year old dream as Batman's sidekick. As a little kid he grew up in Metropolis with an unhealthy hyperfixation on Superman - he created the #1 Superman blog when he was five, and had his nanny sew a tiny lead lined vest so he could take pictures of the hero without Superman hearing his heartbeat and stopping the little stalker. When his mom died he moved to Gotham and Bat-stalked Batman and Robin so hard that he eventually became Robin. Life is great, but when he stumbles into Crime Alley Medical Clinic, meets Jason Todd, and instantly gets a new best friend, life gets even greater. - or, Gotham finally gives Jason a break, he meets a Robin with no chill, and slowly gets absorbed into the Batfamily. Words: 3655, Chapters: 1/13, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Jason joins the Batfamily Late (maybe joins, maybe just hangs around as their cool civilian friend) Fandoms: Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: Gen Characters: Jason Todd, Tim Drake (DCU), Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne, Leslie Thompkins, Alfred Pennyworth, Jack Drake, other characters make surprise appearances but I don't want to spoil it Relationships: Tim Drake & Jason Todd, Dick Grayson & Jason Todd Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Jason Todd-centric, Tim Drake-centric (DCU), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Vomiting, Fever, Allergies, Medical Conditions, Jack Drake Being Jack Drake, Jack's a bad parent but actually redeemable in this story, Tim Drake is Robin (DCU), Dick Grayson is Nightwing, Jason Todd Joins the Batfamily Early, which changes a lot of canon and the timeline, Sicktember 2024, Jason doesn't become Robin but he still becomes a lifesaving hero, Jason Todd has Anxiety, Jason Todd Has PTSD, Tim Drake is Neurodivergent, Tim Drake Has ADHD, Dick Grayson Has ADHD, Fluff and Humor, Secret Identity, identity reveal but don't tell Batman, Rated T for language (Alfred would not be happy lol), Tim and kon are dating but they're both 13 so its just part of the fluff, tim is bi, Dick has dated everyone in dc with red hair, and Bruce may have a tiny crush on Clark Kent read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/0BmqUOP

[cuddlepilefics]

Cuddling on the couch

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Jisung

Caregiver: Minho

Prompt by: @sicktember

Jisung gets a tummy ache and ends up really bloated and burpy. While he feels embarrassed, Minho doesn't judge and just wanted him to feel better.

No one’s POV.:

It had been a while since Stray Kids had last had a chance to hang out together. Usually, they’d have to split up for individual schedules or work in their respective subunits, so when the opportunity came for all of them to go out for lunch together, there was no way they’d miss out on it. Since those occasions were quite rare, they decided to pick a nice restaurant to eat at and it were Hyunjin and Jeongin finding one that they thought everyone might like. They had half of the day off, so after finishing their schedule in the morning, they met up for lunch at the restaurant, excited to spend some quality time together. Unsure of what dish to order, Minho and Jisung ordered two different dishes that they both liked, so they could share and have a variety. As they waited for their food, Changbin, Jisung and Felix were bickering, Seungmin and Jeongin throwing in teases here and there, and Minho was happy. It wasn’t common for Jisung to let loose in public but here he was, joking around with his noisy group, not having a care in the world. They needed to have such get togethers more frequently, especially now that their dorms were separated and they sometimes went without seeing their friends if 3racha had their own schedule and worked late into the night.

Soon their food was served and the bickering died down, everyone too focused on the plates in front of them. Jisung gave Minho a wide smile as they tried their dishes first before trying each other’s. The dancer gave a hum of approval and no further words were needed for them to agree they had made a good pick. “Hey, how about we hang out at the park for a while after lunch?”, Hyunjin asked hopefully, “The weather’s nice today and the forecast said it’s going to get stormy in a few days, so let’s enjoy the last warm days of the year.” Felix and Seungmin were quick to agree and Chan hummed: “I can’t even remember the last time I really spent time outdoors. Sounds like a great idea to soak up the last few sunrays.” – “Can we have dessert here though?”, Jisung pouted, “They have cheesecake and I’m really craving some right now.” Nodding, Felix added: “I’ll probably pick up some snack from the convenience store as dessert instead but we’re in no rush, are we?” – “We’re not. For once, we’re not”, Chan laughed, ruffling Jisung’s hair. He was glad his dongsaengs got to eat whatever they wanted and wouldn’t dare take this opportunity away from them.

They finished their food and Jisung ordered himself a slice of cheesecake. Chan ordered some chocolate lava cake and Seungmin got a cupcake, while the others opted for picking up some convenience store snacks and candy to eat at the park. Jisung insisted it was the best cheesecake he had ever had but wouldn’t let anyone try. The only one, he offered a bite to was Minho but the dancer declined. He could see how much his dongsaeng loved it and didn’t want to take any off the younger. He did appreciate the gesture though. Once the rapper had washed down the last bite with the rest of his soda, they were ready to go and paid before leaving for the park. Changbin, Hyunjin, Felix and Jeongin took a detour to the convenience store down the street, promising to pick up some pudding for Minho, who wanted to spend more of his free afternoon with Jisung. Both parties agreed to meet at a specific bench within the park and Minho took Jisung’s hand, swinging their intertwined hands as they walked into the park.

Jisung was grateful they could take their time walking, feeling full after the heavy meal. It wasn’t even like he had eaten that much but he probably wasn’t used to eating so much in one sitting. With how busy they had been, he had mostly just fit in snacks whenever he got the opportunity to. The fresh air should help his stomach settle though, so it’d be fine. The rapper’s stomach rumbled quietly as it tried to digest the unusual lunch but it wasn’t loud enough for anyone but Minho to hear and feeling his dongsaeng tense next to him, the older didn’t want to call him out. He could tell Jisung was flustered by the noise, so better pretend he had heard nothing. By the time they reached the bench, where they wanted to wait for their friends, the younger had grown quiet and Minho noticed him shift uncomfortable next to him. His silence might just be a food coma at least that was what it seemed like to Chan and Seungmin but Minho knew better. The dancer knew something was up with Jisung but hoped the other would tell him himself. However, as his stomach started to hurt, the rapper decided he wouldn’t speak up, as to not ruin their afternoon. It had been so long since they had been able to do something like that and he didn’t know what they’d next get a chance to just hangout, so there was no way, he’d be the reason his group had to worry.

Minho was pulled from his thoughts trying to figure out what was bothering his dongsaeng, when their friends joined them and Hyunjin handed Minho his pudding, along with a plastic spoon. A wide smile spread on Minho’s face as he thanked the younger dancer and opened his pudding, instantly scooping some onto the spoon. Despite the dancer’s excitement, he didn’t miss how Jisung grimaced and turned to look away, muffling a breathy burp against his fist. The younger’s stomach was in knots, feeling overly stuffed and aching with every breath he took. There was also a faint hint of nausea but he hoped his stomach just needed some time to digest without any incidents. The other members were sharing their snacks and even offered Jisung some, who awkwardly declined, claiming: “The cheesecake took up all the remaining space in my tummy.” As if to prove his statement, his stomach growled and the rapper tried not to wince as it cramped painfully. He was happy though, just quietly sitting together with his friends. It had been a while.

Once the sugar rush really hit the boys though, the peaceful moment was over. While most of the members started playing tag, Minho stayed seated on the bench. He didn’t want Jisung to feel pressured to join. “You wanna go for a walk?”, the dancer offered, adding, “I feel too full to run around like that but maybe a walk could help things move along.” The younger nodded. He really didn’t feel like running but maybe the walk would help. Minho disposed of his empty pudding cup and took his dongsaeng’s hand instead as they made their way along the footpath.

After a few minutes of walking, Minho spotted a cat by some bushes and tore himself away from Jisung to go pet it. With his hyung’s focus elsewhere, the rapper could finally take a moment to himself, protectively wrapping one arm around his middle and allowing himself a pained grimace. This wasn’t how he had expected his afternoon to go when they had decided to eat out. His stomach gurgled loudly and Jisung had to resist the urge to hunch over. There were still people who could see him. Like Minho, who had turned to look at him over his shoulder, his brows furrowed with worry as the cat rubbed its head against his leg. “You feeling okay, Sung?”, the dancer asked softly, watching his dongsaeng lean his back against a tree. Jisung shook his head, closing his eyes as he sank into a crouch with his back still against the tree, a lone tear making its way down his cheek. Feeling even more concerned now that the younger was showing himself so vulnerable out in public, Minho rushed over and crouched in front of him. Carefully brushing away the tear, the dancer whispered: “What’s wrong?” Before having a chance to answer, Jisung’s stomach grumbled loudly and the rapper squeezed his eyes shut, gritting out: “M-my stomach’s really bothering me.”

After a few shaky breaths, the cramp eased and Jisung was able to get back up but for Minho it was obvious the fun was over. “Let’s head back home then, hm?”, the dancer hummed, “I just need to tell Chan we’re leaving and then I’ll take you home.” Jisung shook his head though, insisting: “I-I don’t want to ruin your hang out a-an’ it’s only a tummy ache anyway, I *hic* I should be such a cry baby about it. This is embarrassing.” – “It’s not embarrassing. You’re not feeling well and you have the right to say so without being considered a cry baby”, Minho cooed, cupping the rapper’s cheek, “We’re going home and see how we can make you feel better.” Not finding the energy to argue, Jisung let the older pull him along and blushed when they approached Chan. The leader gave them a questioning look, so Minho announced: “Sungie and I will head back to the dorm early.” – “Okay? Are you sure, you don’t want to join us? Everything alright?”, Chan frowned, not wanting his dongsaengs to miss out on such a rare opportunity. The reminder made Jisung feel even more guilty and he couldn’t help but blush again, ashamed that he was making such a big deal out of an upset stomach. “Yeah, just a stomach ache”, Minho shrugged, giving the rapper’s hand a comforting squeeze. Chan’s face fell as he realized: “Do you think it was the food? You both shared, so….” – “Probably”, Minho hummed, running his free hand over his middle, “It’ll be fine, we’re just going to make some tea and wait it out.” Trusting his oldest dongsaeng, Chan nodded and told them to feel better.

“W-Why didn’t you s-say you were feeling bad too? Now I feel even more pathetic about not toughing it out”, Jisung whimpered as soon as they were out of earshot. Shooting him a comforting smile, Minho admitted: “That’s because I’m not feeling bad. You looked embarrassed, so I lied. I feel alright, so it can’t be food poisoning but maybe you overwhelmed your tummy and it needs time to digest. I’ll make you some tea once we get home and we can cuddle, how does that sound?” – “Like heaven”, the younger whispered, palming his sore middle. He could feel the upset organ churn under his hand and unlike he had hoped, the pressure didn’t help, so he hurriedly removed his hand, catching a queasy burp in it instead.

Feeling the most comfortable with where things were, Minho decided to take Jisung to the dorm he shared with the maknae-line instead of the 3racha dorm. Once they had removed their shoes, the dancer settled Jisung on the couch, where the younger hunched over hugging his tummy. Tangling one hand in the rapper’s hair to lightly scratch his scalp, Minho rested his other hand against the boy’s forehead, relieved that he wasn’t running a fever. Jisung sighed and relaxed into the touch, the head scratches taking his mind off the turmoil in his tummy, so he wasn’t too pleased when the older pulled away. “Wait!... Don’t go”, he pleaded, clutching Minho’s hand when the dancer stepped away. Gently removing his dongsaeng’s hand, the older smiled: “I’m just going to make a cup of ginger tea to soothe your stomach. I’ll be right back, so we can cuddle, yeah?” Defeated, Jisung nodded and curled up on the couch, so Minho hurried. He didn’t want the younger having to wait any longer than absolutely necessary.

Minho carefully placed the steaming cup onto the coffee table and took a seat next to the rapper, gently running his hand down the other’s back, smiling: “Let’s get you your cuddles now.” At this, Jisung uncurled slightly, just enough so that the other would fit onto the couch to spoon him. The movement made his stomach gurgle and he bit his lip. Minho laid down on the touch and cuddled against his dongsaeng’s back, cooing: “Do you want me to rub your tummy?” The rapper gave a shy nod and closed his eyes when Minho slipped his hand under his sweatshirt. “Woah, you’re really bloated”, the dancer gasped, feeling how round and tight Jisung’s middle felt under his hand. The younger flushed in embarrassment, glad he was facing away from his friend. Minho gently ran his palm over the stretched skin, earning a relieved sigh, but as soon as he applied a little more pressure, the younger tensed, muffling a burp in his sweaterpaw. “Am I hurting you?”, the dancer asked worriedly. Jisung shook his head, unable to answer before burping again. “No, but it’s humiliating”, he whined, “If you use that much pressure, you’ll make me burp.” Comfortingly squeezing the rapper’s arm, Minho cooed: “It’s not humiliating, it’s natural. If it’s the gas hurting your tummy, it’s better to get it out, so stop fighting it.”

Though Jisung kept whining in embarrassment, he didn’t fight Minho as he continued to rub his stomach. The rapper was a little burpy still but Minho insisted he didn’t have to feel shy, it was only the two of them home and he’d probably feel better afterwards. He wasn’t wrong. After a while, Jisung felt a little less bloated and gratefully accepted the warm ginger tea, sipping it slowly. His stomach had stopped hurting, though it still felt uncomfortable, so once he had finished his tea, he pushed himself back against Minho’s chest. “You wanna take a nap?”, the dancer offered quietly. He slipped his hand back under Jisung’s sweatshirt and continued drawing soft circles over the younger’s middle. Starting to get sleepy, the rapper nodded and closed his eyes, relishing in his hyung’s affection. It was a little cramped on the couch and he knew Minho’s bedroom was only down the hall but he was far too lazy and comfortable to move right now.