#not a sickfic

[bellysoupset]

"Hey hot stuff, how was the trip to... Vin's...?" Bella's question all but faded as her husband crossed the short distance between the front door and the couch in two footsteps and promptly fell on top of her. She frowned as he hugged her by the waist, hiding his face on her chest, "Luke?"

All that answered her was a small sob and alarm bells started to ring through her mind. Bella combed her fingers through his hair softly, "Lu? You're scaring me, what's wrong?"

He didn't answer her for the longest minute, before sniffling and pulling back, "nothing," Lucas wiped at his eyes, dark lashes stuck together due to the tears, green eyes standing out since they were bloodshot, "just had the worst flu-"

"I know, baby," Bella's frown only deepened. He had texted her about the flu, but that was hardly reason enough to make Lucas cry, "but that's not what's wrong, Luke..."

"I'm fine," his voice shook again, "it was just a lot."

"Okay," she said slowly, realizing he wasn't about to tell her, "come here, give me a hug."

He turned around immediately, causing Bella to fall back on the couch with the hug. She planted a kiss to the top of his head, letting out a sigh, "I know you don't want to talk about it," she kissed his temple, "but do I need to know about it?"

"No," Lucas' voice came out muffled, choked up, "I just want a hug. I messed up, it was on me."

"Okay," feeling a little relieved it wasn't anything serious and trusting he'd tell her, Bella snuggled up more with him, wrapping her legs around him and pressing a kiss to his brow, "whatever it was, I'm on your corner, okay?"

"Even if I messed up?" Luke's voice came out muffled by her neck and Bella let out a scoff, rubbing his back.

"Well, then I might yell at you a little and say you're wrong, but yeah. I'm on your corner even if you messed up," she promised, feeling him let out a sigh, "sickness and health, riches and poverty or whatever it was we promised in italian," she whispered against his hair, causing Luke to let out a snort.

"God, I love you."

[when-jaguars-are-sick]

KEEGAN: Boyfriend Part 1

Alright, so initially, I was going to start Jamie and Keegan's interactions a few months into dating, but I realized there's so much foundation building between is necessary to properly understand their relationship.

Keegan has difficult past experiences that he's still warring with, and trying to put those aside to trust Jamie and feel comfortable sharing pieces of himself with him is not something that happens all at once, and I wanted to be able to explore some of that. And Jamie's rather inexperienced when it comes to dating and he doesn't give his love easily, but when he does he comes into it full-force, and there's so much to explore in the early parts of this dynamic.

Anyway, here's to introducing Jamie and Keegan!

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*Keegan and Jamie, in a restaurant, on a date, after maybe a month of dating*

“Keegan, what the fuck? Why do you keep doing this?!” Jamie looks at him from across the table, eyes bright with the passion usually reserved for books.

“Why is it so hard to believe that I want to date you? That I like you?” Jamie continues, not noticing that each word leaves cuts on Keegan, blood seeping through the wounds and clouding his vision, making him see red, making him want to stop the words from cutting as hard as hands can.

In a last desperate attempt to make Jamie see reason, and to stop slicing him open, Keegan blurts out every thought that has plagued him for the past few weeks.

“Because I’m no good at this! Because every person that I like, that I get close to, gets bored of the boundaries. Can’t handle always being told no, ends up leaving, and their words hurt just as much as everything else, and I’m left with nothing safe except Alix and Jayden. And they pick up the pieces, just like they always have. But they have each other, and I just keep hoping I can find my Alix or Jayden, but I’m always wrong. And now you’re trying to tell me it will be different this time, but sooner or later you’ll leave too, and this time it will be so much harder because it feels real this time, but I don’t know how to know for sure.”

“Keegan,” Jamie breathes, once again reminded that the person sitting in front of him has suffered so much, but he brushes it off knowing that pity or sympathy is the last thing Keegan needs or wants.

“I understand that you have boundaries. It’s okay. I’m happy with as much touch as you are comfortable with, I get that Alix and Jayden are your safe people the way Colin and Max are mine. I would be perfectly happy with only kissing (or not), or whatever you want to give me, believe me my friends are touchy enough to give me everything I need, and if you honestly think I’m in this for sex, then you don’t know me at all.” His voice cracks at the last statement, and he feels his eyes fill with tears at the admission, willing them not to fall.

He sees Keegan reach for his hand, and he lets him, feeling a brief sense of relief as their warm palms find each other, and something settles in his chest, something right.

“Jamie,” Keegan says, but he doesn’t look at him, instead focused on their connected hands, “Jamie. Bookworm, hey, look at me? Please?”

Jamie glances up to find Keegan’s eyes searching his face for something, something that he must find because his face softens, the defiance leaving all at once, leaving him looking haunted, and scared, and small.

“Keegan, I want this to be different. I’m in this for the long haul. I mean, I can’t promise that it will last forever, but I’m not leaving anytime soon. I can promise that. You’re intriguing, and smart, and so interesting, and I want to know every part of you, I want to be part of every part of your life.”

Keegan still looks unconvinced, one eyebrow raised just higher than the other, and Jamie wracks his brain to figure out how to convince him what he’s saying is true.

“Keegan, you know how when you have a favourite book, you know it’s your favourite because you want to read it again and again? How you can’t stop thinking about it, until you eventually read them again until you know them word for word?” when Keegan gives a slight nod of agreement, Jamie continues, “Well, hon, that’s how I feel about you. You’re like my favourite book, and I don’t want to put you down, and I don’t think I could ever forget you.”

Keegan’s expression has lost the haunted quality, and softened the more Jamie talked, until there are gentle tears tracing tracks down his cheeks, and his mouth holds the most precious smile there, the smile reserved for Jamie.

“Okay?” asks Jamie.

“...Yeah, okay,” answers Keegan quietly.

Just then, the server comes to the table with their dessert, and the server’s smile falters when they catch sight of Keegan’s tears, and their eyes widen and they abandon the desert quickly, rushing off.

After a few seconds of silence, Jamie and Keegan burst into laughter, hands still connected on top of the table, and their connection feels stronger than ever in that moment.

As they start to slide forks through the rich chocolate cake, Keegan looks up and catches Jamie already looking at him, an expression on his face that matches those of the lovesick characters in his books, and he finds his chest lighting with warmth at the thought.

Before his brain can catch up with his mouth, he’s asking the question that he’s wanted to ask from day one, “Hey Jamie,” he waits until Jamie looks up, wide eyed and licking chocolate off his fork, “Would you like to be my boyfriend?” he asks, the words just above a whisper.

“Yes!” he exclaims, before he winces, hesitating. Keegan feels his stomach drop out of his body, and a flash of cold washes over him as he watches Jamie war with himself. Finally, Jamie seems to make a decision.

He opens his mouth, and says, “On two conditions.”

“Okay…?”

“Number one, I need you to stop running away from me. Every time you tell me I’d be better off with someone else, well, it hurts Keegan, and I can’t do that anymore. I’ll tell you that I choose you as much as you need to hear it, but you can’t keep pushing me away. If we’re doing this, we need to be doing this, okay?”

Keegan nods, a smile starting to reform.

“Number two, we need to be better at communicating. This thing will only work if we talk to each other, okay? Both our lives are filled with books, so it can’t be that hard can it?” Keegan laughs, and nods in consideration.

“If something’s bothering you, tell me, okay? And we’ll work on it. If I’m ever unhappy with something, I’ll let you know.”

Keegan thinks deeply about his words for a minute, before giving a firm nod.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Okay.”

Keegan grins, and before he can help himself, he asks again, “So, you’re my boyfriend?”

“Yes, I am.”

They grin at each other, and Jamie thinks he might have finally convinced Keegan that he’s not going to just disappear on him.

That night is the first time that Keegan kisses him, and it was perfect. Jamie fell asleep that night, riding high on the feeling of Keegan’s lips on his, of Keegan offering that tender piece of himself to Jamie.

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They have a few beautiful days of bliss, before Keegan doesn’t show up to their date, leaving Jamie standing alone for half an hour. Every minute that passes he feels his heart break just a little bit more, until he can’t stand it anymore and calls his boyfriend.

[retiredteabag]

Caretaking and Guilt

Pairing: Toji x Reader

Synopsis: quintessential sickfic- you just have a hard time accepting help from others.

Tags: Fluff, comfort, mild angst

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These past few days you hadn't been feeling so well.

Friends and coworkers had been getting sick left and right. You had thought you were lucky enough to pass it by but after a couple restless nights and a depleted appetite, it was fair to say you had caught the bug.

Yesterday you had tried to prevent the worst of it, taking medicine, drinking orange juice, staying active; none of it seemed to hold back the storm that was this illness.

The second you had opened your eyes this morning you could tell it had all been pointless.

Your head was throbbing, you were unbearably congested, your chest felt heavy, and chills racked your body. There was a cold sweat sticking to your neck and it hurt to swallow. Above all else, you were exhausted. You kept drifting in and out of dreamless sleep, waking to a deeper state of drowsiness.

At one point you had checked your phone only to realize it was mid-afternoon and you had been in bed all day. Toji had been out on a job and would likely be back before dinner.

It's not as if you were embarrassed or ashamed to be sick, but being the fervently independent individual you were, you hated the idea of needing to be cared for.

So, despite your shaky legs and turning stomach, you stumbled your way into the bathroom to try and wash off the sweltering perspiration and muck from yourself.

Something had to be made for dinner after all.

You’d probably feel better after washing up, right?

After what can only be described as a brave attempt at standing under the shower head's assault, you found yourself covering up the drain in your shower bath and allowing the downpour slowly fill up the tub surrounding your collapsed form.

You sat for an inordinate amount of time, every so often opening your eyes to see the waters rising closer to your chest. The droplets knocked against your ears and eased you into a cloudy headspace.

The water was hot. Stiflingly so. What you assumed would aid in clearing out your clogged sinus cavity did very little on that front but rather aided in the onslaught of an enervating fever.

Too weak to consider the sweating and dehydration your hot "rain bath" had caused, you fell into a state of delirium as you shook and dressed yourself in some sweatpants and crew neck.

The man who so frequently was at the forefront of your thoughts was no longer haunting your thoughts. You had originally gotten out of bed to prepare a meal but in your current state, that would not be happening.

It was laughable even to yourself as you made your way into the living room, pitching off to this side and then and staring off at the kitchen and front door for what would appear to an onlooker to be an unnervingly duration.

Eventually, you had to blink and come back to yourself, lost at how you had even gotten into the living room. And for being in such a position to seek comfort, you were overcome with the sudden need to lay on the couch.

Just for a couple minutes to "rest your eyes" as Toji often called it. And "rest your eyes" you did as the room started to spin and your hid your head into the cushions.

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That was how Toji found you when he arrived home.

The two of you didn't text too often so the fact that you hadn't messaged all day hadn't set of any alarm bells for him. When he came through the front door, finding the place untouched since he left, well, that certainly did.

The room was dim, there wasn't any noise coming from the other rooms of the place, your presence was something he felt he needed to seek, not follow.

It was odd, seeing you there, conked on the couch, smooshed into the bolstering. And even more odd was the feeling it filled him with.

There was an overwhelming sense that something is wrong... Toji had never seen you like this. He tried to recall any hints that could have alluded to you clearly feeling unwell but the two of you had both been so busy. In and out of work, how long had you felt this way?

He knew how you were, never sharing when you hadn't gotten enough sleep or when a light was too bring and causing your headache to throb. Of course you wouldn't have said anything.

He should have noticed it. If Toji is good at anything, it's noticing. Especially when it comes to you. So whatever was going on, it must have progressed rapidly.

Toji sat up against you on the couch, when you didn't move or make any show of recondition, he pursed his lips and told himself to relax. His palm made its way around your head between the couch in order to feel your forehead and it was then that he started to panic.

You were hot. Too hot.

He had never been sure of what to do in these types of situations. His immune system was just too good, he rarely had issues like this and he had never seen you in such a pathetic state.

You were going to play it off when he woke you, he knew you would, so, how then, is he supposed to know for sure how serious it was?

He leaned his weight against your back now, looking down as your sunken form. He didn't say anything until you had whined and shifted to squint up at him.

"Hey." It came out grumbly.

"Mmm?" Everything felt airy, your ability to move your body, your recondition of where you lay, the man before you. Was any of this even real? Gosh, you felt awful.

"How you feelin'?"

Toji was a big, tough, guy. He was notorious for his unfeeling and cold nature. Rarely did he take the initiative to coddle or pamper you. And even rarer still were the times you would allow it.

In this moment though, every fiber of his “big, tough, guy" being was blaring for him to treat you gently.

He ran his hand down your back, the gooseflesh on your neck sent a chill across his and he began to seriously worry that you must be sick.

"mmm" Was your only response.

You firmly placed your face back between the couch and its cushions, truly believing you had just given a proper reply to Toji.

Narrowing his brows even further, Toji leans in, gently petting your back, lifting your hair from your neck. He places the back of his hand to your flesh there.

He couldn't recall a time where you had ever been more heated than he.

"Hey, I need you to look at me." He whispers, trying to draw your attention again.

"...ughhh...'oji" You try to shift from him but in no state, certainly not the one you presently found yourself in, were you a match for his strength.

"hey, hey, hey..." He doesn't even realize the tone he has taken on, as if he is approaching a wounded animal. He really just doesn't know what to do.

"...Eghhhh... it'ssso cold."

It is this slurred declaration that finalizes it for him. Never before, even when inebriated, have you taken on this tonality.

Toji's thigh jitters on the couch but he hides his internal alarm well otherwise. He is usually so quick to manhandle you over his shoulder, tossing you this way and that. But not now.

He takes you tenderly, and when you shuffle your face into his arm, he swallows the feeling that coats his throat.

"You been feelin' bad all day?"

He makes his way to the bedroom, when you nod into his chest his posture straightens.

Of course.

Once you're feeling better he's going to need to have a talk with you about sharing how you feel. At this moment, however, you are a limp noodle, falling away from his body as he plops you onto the bed.

He tucks the blanket around your body and sits on the edge of the bed.

"You eat yet?"

If you think that not responding will get him off your back, you are sorely mistaken. He would get an answer out of you. Nudging your side, pressing your body further into the mattress.

"Hey. Have you eaten?" He asks, slower this time.

You open your eyes, feeling a bit more cognizant. From the bed, you heave a breath and blink up at the man. "M' a bit nauseous."

"So, no."

"Yeah…”

He sighs, saving his lecture for when he isn't pounding with anxiety at your expression. The bed starts to tilt as Toji shifts his weight, moving to get up.

He was very likely going to prepare something light for your stomach, but in a moment of weakness, (wholly brought on by the cloudy brain and certainly not your realization of how soft your man was being) you reach out for him.

"Don't go."

A shiver causes his shoulders to tremble. A week ago he would have said no, shoving you off him only to fulfill your request. But in this moment he doesn't even have it in himself to jokingly deny you.

Turning back, he tickles a hand along your face. Pressing slightly at your temples. The massage eases everything for a moment, you wish you could stay like this for the however long your ailment lasts.

You roll over slightly, turning your face away from him and into the pillows. His fingers dance from your temples to the side of your eye, to the bridge of your nose. He presses slightly, running his fingertip up the length of it, to the space between your eyes, then back again.

He repeats the motion a few times, watching your breathing even out. He watches chills roll over you as his hand finds the back of your neck, moving to scratch gently there.

It does not take long for you to fall back into a restless sleep. As he watched you snore under the lump of blankets, he hoped this rest would do you well.

Toji isn't the best cook out there, but he's not as useless in the kitchen as he might seem. He would swap between preparing soup to peeking into the bedroom every so often. Cutting up some potato, shredding some chicken, chopping some carrots. Only to get nervous and stand in the doorway to watch the heep of germs on his bed.

Typically he would feel a sense of accomplishment for his healthy meal and the speed at which he prepared it.

Not now. His thoughts were filled with your weak voice back on the couch, your gaze when you asked him to stay with you.

He had never seen you like that. It had thrown him.

Toji almost didn't want to wake you but it only took remembering that you hadn't eaten all day for him to eventually nudge you awake.

You groaned and complained but once you were conscious, it seemed that you were more aware.

"W-wait, what?…Toji, you made this?"

"Yeah, so you better eat it all."

He scooched you over into the middle of the bed before sitting up beside you. You waved off his attempt to feed you, insisting on holding the bowl in your lap.

So Toji just watched, looking down at you spooning soup into your mouth. Humming every so often.

"It's good, Toji."

"Oh, yeah?" You aren't looking at him but you can hear his grin, "Lucky you, there's plenty of extra."

You smile. But it doesn't reach your eyes.

You know Toji did this because he wanted to, but sitting here, being useless all day, you felt so ashamed.

"...Lucky me....thank you...Toji."

"No worries." His fingertips found the back of your neck once more and started thrumming a pattern while you stared off, still eating.

"I'm sorry."

You couldn't not say it. It just came out.

"What? Why?"

The spoon clinks against the bowl and you cover your eyes with a hand. "Just...all of this, I'm sorry it happened, and that you had to come home and do all this."

"Alright-“ He leans over now, trying to bend and catch your eye but you turn away. He grabs the bowl in one hand and sets it on the bedside table beside him. "I don't want to hear you say that again."

You shake your head to disagree but he leans back then, gripping your shoulders and laying you atop his shoulder.

"I wish you would let me take care of you."

You stay on him, feeling his chest rise and pound with life and love. But you still try to avoid the eye contact he was trying to make happen.

"You already have-"

"Well I wish you would let me without whatever all this guilt is. I don't want you feelin' bad for getting sick. And then apologizing for me watching out for you."

There was a steady pause. The two of you lay, listening to the silence, awaiting your reply.

"Thank you." Is all you said.

Because it's what you felt. And you knew he wouldn’t accept anything else.

"Sure, baby." He leans down and kisses the top of your head.

And as badly as you would like to stay present and ask about his day like you normally would. It is becoming a real challenge to stay awake. Especially with his hand tracing patterns over your arm.

And for the first time in three days. You have some restful sleep.

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The next day you wake feeling much better, rejuvenated even. But Toji is still fussing over you like he's your grandma. Tapping his foot and waiting for you to finish eating before allowing you to do anything else.

"I slaved over that, you better not leave a drop."

You roll your eyes, grateful the teasing dynamic has come back to you both. Even so, there is an underlying care that the two of you share, you smile before getting up, he tries to take your bowl but you insist on washing it yourself.

Toji’s head is on your shoulder and his breath whispers on your neck, you rinse the suds from your dish. For once, it feels nice and warm to be cared for without pretense.

You set your bowl on a towel, quickly shifting to tiptoes and leaving a smooch on Toji's cheek.

He makes a funny noise in the back of his throat then. Whiling around to squish your cheeks in a firm grip.

"Ya better not go getting me sick."

You stare at one another, and although he had just finished pushing your from him, he looks at your face in his hand. And without a moments hesitation longer, he drags you in for a proper kiss.

To him, felt good to love you, and to you, it felt good to be loved

[bingothedingo666]

When your snusband is feeling under the weather so you go full spa-mode

I love the HC that Crowley turns snakey when he's ill or in pain. Luckily he has an angel to take care of him ☺️.

Click to full size for better image quality, Tumblr deep fried the thumbnails.

[whumpdreaming]

Please consider giving your whumpees the hottest, most mind-melting, intestine-boiling, miserable fever, leaving her with barely functional lungs/glazed and distant eyes/an inability to keep anything down/constant dehydration/sweat soaking everything, and with her team/caretakers completely stressed out and unsure what to do. Bonus points if it's from an infected wound. Okay thanks for considering <3

[cravesunconditionallove]

Military whump prompts

(because Reddit is down and I’m chronically online)

Hearing the whumpee’s screams over the radio as they’re captured, the rest of the team frozen in horror.

• Patch job in the middle of the battlefield, someone pressing down on a wound with their bare hands, whispering, “Stay with me, okay? Just stay.”

• Post-mission debrief, but the whumpee is barely holding it together, swaying on their feet as the adrenaline wears off.

• The whumpee refusing pain meds because they need to “stay sharp,” only to pass out mid-conversation.

• “I don’t leave people behind,” they growl, limping and bleeding but refusing to abandon the unconscious teammate over their shoulder.

• Waking up in a field hospital, disoriented and panicked, pulling out the IV before being restrained by a firm but gentle voice.

• “We’re not going to make it.” “Yes, we are.” Cue one of them doing something reckless to ensure the other gets out alive.

• Cold, soaked to the bone, huddled in a ruined building during a downpour, one of them feverish while the other desperately tries to keep them awake.

• Hiding an injury to avoid being benched, only for it to get worse at the worst possible moment.

• “You don’t understand—I can’t go back. I can’t be discharged.”

• A high-ranking officer demanding a mission debrief while the whumpee is barely conscious, words slurring, bleeding through their uniform.

• A medic struggling to save the whumpee in the back of a jolting vehicle, yelling for the driver to go faster.

• Post-rescue, sitting by the whumpee’s bedside, counting every beep of the heart monitor like a prayer.

[amirasainz]

Little Alonso when she comes to the paddock and everything’s normal but Lando realized suddenly she’s warm and feels sick, it’ll be cute all the drivers making sure she’s okayy

Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!

-xoxo babygirl 💕

Sick days

The paddock buzzed with excitement as fans crowded the track, drivers rushed through their schedules, and the teams hustled to prepare for the Grand Prix. Among all this action, a small whirlwind of energy darted from garage to garage, spreading smiles wherever she went. Four-year-old Yn was having the time of her life, her bright giggles filling the air as she explored the paddock, holding her plushie tightly in one hand.

“Yn! Careful!” Fernando called after her as she dashed away from him yet again. He shook his head, unable to suppress a fond smile as she ducked behind a wall of mechanics.

“Is that her fifth lap around the paddock?” Carlos teased, stepping up beside Fernando.

“Fifth? More like tenth,” Fernando replied. “She has more energy than a full grid on softs.”

Nearby, Lando was leaning against his team’s garage wall, sipping water. He looked up just in time to see Yn sprint toward him, her little face lighting up when she spotted him.

“Lando!” she cried, throwing her arms wide.

“Whoa, hey there, Yn!” he said, crouching just in time to catch her. She collided into him with all her tiny strength, wrapping her arms around his neck.

But as soon as he hugged her, Lando felt something off. She was warmer than usual—too warm. Pulling back slightly, he looked at her pale, flushed face. Her breathing was still heavy, and her tiny frame trembled against him.

“Yn, are you okay?” he asked, his voice tinged with concern. He pressed his hand against her forehead, his eyes widening at how hot her skin felt.

“You’re burning up,” he murmured. “Carlos! Come here for a second.”

Carlos, who had been chatting with some engineers nearby, jogged over. “What’s up?”

“I think she’s sick,” Lando said, adjusting Yn in his arms so she could rest her head on his shoulder. “Feel her forehead.”

Carlos leaned down, brushing Yn’s damp hair aside. His expression turned serious the moment his palm touched her skin.

“She’s definitely got a fever,” he confirmed. “Fernando’s going to lose it if he sees her like this.”

“She said she wanted to run,” Yn murmured softly, her voice weaker now. “I wanted to see everything.”

Lando’s heart clenched at how exhausted she sounded. “Alright, little troublemaker,” he said gently, “no more running for now. Let’s get you comfy.”

Together, Lando and Carlos carried her into Lando’s driver room, where the air-conditioning was a welcome relief. Lando grabbed a blanket from the corner and wrapped it around Yn, tucking her plushie securely in her arms. She leaned against him without protest, which only made him more worried.

Oscar peeked his head in. “What’s going on? Why does Yn look like she just did a triathlon?”

“She’s sick,” Carlos explained. “Fever, pale, tired. Typical ‘I’ve been running around all day’ symptoms.”

Oscar frowned. “Does she need a doctor?”

“Not yet,” Lando said, rocking Yn gently as her breathing began to even out. “But we need to keep her hydrated and resting. Can you grab some juice or water?”

“On it,” Carlos said, heading out.

“I’ll stay with her,” Oscar volunteered. He rummaged through his bag, pulling out a children’s book he always carried for his little niece. “Yn, do you want me to read to you?”

Yn’s eyes fluttered open, and she gave him a small nod. “Story?”

Oscar smiled, flipping to the first page. “It’s about a bear who goes on an adventure. Sound good?”

She nodded again, nestling closer to Lando, who tightened the blanket around her.

Carlos returned with a juice box and handed it to Lando. “Try to get her to drink a little.”

“Yn, can you take a sip for me?” Lando asked, holding the straw to her lips. She drank a few small sips before leaning back into him, her plushie hugged tightly to her chest.

Fernando finally walked in after finishing his media obligations, his sharp eyes immediately landing on Yn. His face softened with worry. “What happened?”

“She got sick from running around,” Lando explained. “We’ve got her resting now.”

Fernando crouched in front of them, brushing Yn’s hair gently. “Mi pequeña, why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling well?”

“I wanted to play,” she whispered.

Fernando sighed, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “You’ve had your fun, but now it’s time to rest, okay?”

Yn nodded sleepily, her eyelids drooping. Fernando looked at the three drivers and gave them a small smile of gratitude. “Thank you for taking care of her.”

“She’s part of the paddock family,” Lando said, his voice soft as he adjusted the blanket around Yn again. “We’ve got her.”

As Oscar continued reading, Carlos passed Lando a pillow to support Yn’s head, and Fernando pulled up a chair to sit beside them. Yn might have overdone it today, but with her paddock uncles doting on her, she was already on the mend.

[sickfictropes]

characters who can't go to the hospital because they're on the run from the law my beloved

[choccy-milky]

sometimes you gotta lure your overly-studious ravenclaw gf into spending time with you 🥰 📚 ( from 'Every Teardrop is a Waterfall' by Kat_12739 on ao3, GO READ IT!!! the first story is about seb falling sick and still pushing himself/not admitting he's sick until he ends up in the hospital, the second story is about the birth of seb and clora's daughter and seb's reaction to clora almost dying in childbirth, and the third is about dealing with a fussy newborn lewis😭🥹THEY'RE SO GOOD AND SWEET AND SOMEWHAT SAD (not to mention beautifully written) so go check it out!!💖💖 )

[moonstruckme]

Heyyy! So I'm obsessed with your writing! Your EMT series might be my favourite thing I've ever read.

I was wondering if I could request an EMT Marauders x reader story where she gets really sick but thinks it's nothing and downplays it to them, only for it to end up being Pneumonia or something. And maybe they feel guilty for not realising it sooner?

I know you've probably already written something similar to this so no worries if you don't feel like writing it but I'd love to see your take it if you decide. Hurt/comfort is my favourite trope in the world. I just can't get enough of it!

I hope you're doing well!

Thanks gorgeous, hope you're doing well too <3

cw: pneumonia

emt!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You make sure there’s plenty of honey in your tea when the boys get home. 

“Hi,” you greet them, pleased when your voice comes out semi-normal. 

“Hey, gorgeous.” Sirius flops onto the sofa, nearly on top of your curled-up legs. “How was your day?” 

You try to keep your answer brief, your cough plied into submission with honey and warm tea but not for long. “Good. Got some things done.” 

You don’t mention that after every one of those things you’d had to have a thirty-minute lie down, or that many of them involved disinfecting surfaces you’d accidentally coughed near. 

“Being sick isn’t an opportunity to get things done.” Remus sinks into his chair, leveling you with a reprimanding look. “You’re supposed to be resting.” 

You shrug. “The only reason I haven’t been at work is because—” A couple of coughs fight their way out of you. James’ expression pinches as he sits on the arm of Remus’ chair, but thankfully the fit passes quickly. You take another sip of your tea. “Because I don’t want to pass it to anyone. I think I have to go back tomorrow, though.” 

Sirius makes a soft tsking sound. The boys are all still in uniform, his tattoos peeking out from the short sleeves as he traces looping circles on the side of your knee. “But you’re not better yet.” 

“Yeah, but I’m running out of sick days.” 

James frowns. “How long has it been?” 

You bring your tea to your lips, avoiding meeting anyone’s eyes. “I’ve been out for a week.” 

“But you were sick for a while before that,” he says. “What is that, ten days? Eleven?”

You shrug. 

Sirius is looking up at you with a puckered brow. “Do you feel like you’re getting better?” 

“I think so,” you say optimistically. It’s quickly undermined, however, when you’re caught up in another coughing fit. You have to set your tea down to keep from spilling it, holding a tissue over your mouth. 

James’ eyes widen, and Sirius sits up to rub your back. 

“That doesn’t sound very good,” James says. 

“No,” Sirius agrees. He reaches to feel your face, but you brush him away. 

“Don’t-—ack—don’t get too close. I don’t want to get you sick.” 

“I’m not gonna get sick, you baby.” He pushes past your hands. “Let me do my job.” 

“You just got off work.” 

“Yeah, well,” his voice softens, taking on a sympathetic hum as he lays his palm flat to your hairline, “maybe I maybe I was talking about my boyfriend job.” A pause. “I think your fever’s gotten worse, my love.” 

You whine. “Really?” 

“‘Fraid so. Have you noticed your symptoms getting worse at all?”

“I don’t” —you cough and reach for your tea again— “think so.” 

“Dove,” Remus says warningly. 

“It’s hard to tell,” you admit. “It’s moved around.” 

“Like where, honey?” James asks. 

“Like, in my…” You feel your throat contract, another fit brewing. You touch a hand to your sternum to avoid speaking. 

“In your chest?” Remus infers. 

You nod. 

He hums and moves to sit on the coffee table, his knees touching yours. You try to warn him away, but Remus shushes you gently. “Let me look at you.” 

He brings one hand to your face, feeling the way Sirius had, and touches the other to the pulse point on your neck. His touch is gentle and cool against your warm skin. You don’t know what exactly he’s looking for, but you find yourself fighting the urge to fall asleep in the basin of his palm when it slips down to hold your cheek. 

“You don’t need to talk,” says James, “but just nod yes or no, okay? Have you noticed yourself feeling more tired lately?” 

You nod tentatively. 

“Yeah? Less appetite?” 

You frown. “I don’t think—” You’re cut off by your own hacking. 

“One week off work, and she completely forgets how to follow instructions,” Sirius teases, rubbing your leg. 

“Terrible patient,” James agrees. 

“Alright,” Remus says once your fit ebbs. “I don’t have a stethoscope, but can you turn sideways for me?” 

You do, confused. Remus puts his ear to your back. You must make an odd face, because Sirius grins at you, reaching over to pinch your chin affectionately. 

“Take a deep breath,” Remus instructs. 

You try, but it doesn’t get far. Your lungs expand maybe halfway before you’re coughing again, horrible, wracking coughs punctuated by stabbing pains in your chest. Remus sits up after a few moments, rubbing your back. 

“Sorry,” you manage. 

“Why are you sorry?” Sirius pulls you into him, cradling your head to his chest. “That sounded like it hurt, huh?” 

“Yeah,” Remus answers for you, brows bent with sympathy. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. At least now we can get you some medicine, though.” 

You cough weakly. “You can?” 

“Sounds like pneumonia?” James asks Remus. Your boyfriend nods. 

Sirius coos, petting your head. “I’m sorry, baby. I was thinking it was just a cold.” 

“It’s not your fault,” you croak. “I was, too.” 

“Feels like we ought to have known the difference, though,” James admits. When Sirius gets up, he’s quick to take his spot, tucking you underneath an arm. 

“Where are you going?” you ask Sirius. 

He’s putting his shoes back on. “To get someone to write you a prescription. The sooner we get you on antibiotics, the better. It’ll give you something to show your boss, too.” 

“I don’t need to come with you?” you ask hopefully. 

He winks, grabbing his keys. “Perks of knowing people at the hospital.” 

“Perks of flirting with the doctors, he means,” Remus mutters after he’s gone. 

“Hey,” James laughs, giving his boyfriend’s knee a playful squeeze, “it works out for us, doesn’t it?” 

“Sometimes,” Remus allows. He fixes his gaze on you. “Anything we can do to help you feel better, sweetheart? Do you want to try a hot bath? Steam would be good for you.” 

You look down into your now cool mug. “Could I have some more tea?” 

He takes it from you with a kiss to your head. “What a silly question.”

[bellysoupset]

What would happen if leo got back from work and jon was just casually chilling, and he starts to take off the suit just to show him some cute lingerie underneath💋

You know what, why not.

Slightly NSFW:

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Jonah rubbed at his eyes, then looked at his watch. It was a quarter to nine in the evening and Leo still wasn't home.

Jon let out a scoff, he hated these extra hours Leo pulled and didn't even get paid for. Across the room, JD looked up from where she was happily licking her paw and walked up to him, thinking it was her duty to investigate why Jonah was sighing and scoffing, frustrated, every other minute.

Jon rolled his eyes as the cat climbed the couch and stepped all over him, not a care for his organs as she happily sat on his stomach and planted her front paws on his chest.

"What are you looking at?" he whispered, hand coming to scritch her behind the ear, "I'm fine, I just miss him."

As if they were having a conversation, JD meowed at him, leaning into his touch and Jonah let out a chuckle.

"I know, he should've been here ages ago," he said, receiving yet another meow. She climbed up, shoving her head on his face and Jonah huffed, pressing a kiss to the top of her head, "aren't you a cuddle monster just like him," he teased as JD purred and decided napping with her head buried in his neck crook was perfectly fine.

He ran a hand down her back and leaned back, sliding down the couch to get more comfortable, only for the door to creak open right then.

"Ah fucking finally," Jonah scoffed, but kept his voice low, mindful of the kitten currently using him as a mattress. He craned his neck as far as it'd go, trying to get a look at Leo over the couch's back, but it was to no avail in the position he was in.

"Sorry," Leo chuckled, walking closer and then leaning over the couch's arm, kissing him upside down, spiderman style, "I got held up and then I had to ran some errands."

"Ran some errands?" Jonah scoffed, hand darting up to grab the lapel of Leo's coat when he attempted to pull back and pressing a kiss to his lips again, "I thought you were stuck at work."

"I was," Leo pulled back, kissing his forehead, "and then I had to run some errands."

"What the hell does that even mean?" Jonah whined, carefully lifting up JD and causing her to let out a pitiful meow at the loss of contact. He planted her down on the couch, then sat up correctly, glaring at his boyfriend as he moved away, stripping down his coat.

"It means I had to run. some. errands," Leo repeated, as if Jon was stupid, throwing his black overcoat on top of the armchair that faced the coffee table and kicking off his shoes, "why don't you stop glaring at me like a pouty toddler and come help me get off these clothes?"

Jonah's eyebrows jumped up at the voice switch, the manner it dipped a couple notes lower, the soft smile dancing on Leo's lips. His mouth dried and Jon licked at it nervously, getting up from the couch and scrambling to collect himself.

He tugged on Leo's tie knot, undoing it easily, then worked on the buttons, meeting his boyfriend's blue eyes "what are you up to?" Jonah said, noticing the mischief in them and Leo's smile widened, all cheeky.

"Nothing," he shrugged and Jonah could've laughed, because for all the show, Leo was blushing. He was getting redder and redder and Jon undid each and every button of his shirt and then pushed it off his shoulders.

"It doesn't seem like nothing," Jon mumbled, planting a kiss right under Leo's collarbones and then trailing it down. It was rare the day he dropped to his knees, usually their positions were inverted, but he sunk down gracefully to his metaphorical knees, sitting down on the armchair and grabbing Leo's belt loops, pulling him closer.

Leo's face was on fire as he slotted himself between Jon's spread legs and allowed his boyfriend to undo his belt and button, pushing the social pants down along with the belt in one sharp movement.

He heard Jonah's breath hitch, then his hands fled from Leo's body as he leaned back, taking it all in.

Leo kicked his trousers out, gulping nervously as he stood before Jon in lingerie. It wasn't something they had done yet and especially it wasn't something Leo had done. Out of the two of them, Jonah was the one who brought toys to the bedroom, wanted to try new things, was all sexually mature and fun.

Leo still had years of repressed sex energy to brush off and he was almost crawling out of his skin as he watched Jonah fall back against the armchair's back, eyes wide, eating him up.

"Please say something," Leo finally croaked, all confidence starting to fly out of the window, only for Jon to look up. He looked distraught, hazel eyes the size of saucers, eyebrows up, a blush darkening his face.

Leo's heart was hammering away and he tugged on the garter belt around his waist, considering stripping it all off, "Jon-"

"Shut up, I'm taking you in," Jonah said, eyeing him up and down, "you're so beautiful."

Leo's cheeks burned even more and he felt a shiver run down his spine. "Handsome" he got quite often, "pretty" even, but never "beautiful".

"So you lik-"

"You look good enough to eat," Jonah scoffed, finally seeming to regain his senses as he moved in, hands circling Leo's waist, thumbs getting inside the garter belt, then allowing the whole stretchy fabric to hit him back with an elastic slap, "fuck... Fuck, you look amazing."

Leo let out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding, glancing down and noticing Jonah was hard, cock pressing against the silk pajama pants he was already wearing. Jon himself didn't seem to be paying his boner any mind, enthralled by the lingerie Leo was wearing.

It was a simple set, because the mere idea of wearing anything satiny or colorful had Leo nearly bolting out of the store. It was just a black stretchy garter belt, strapped to black stockings, under them a dark speedo, with a G-string back.

"So you like it?"

"Please," Jonah sighed dreamily, moving in even more, so he could plant a kiss on Leo's belly button, then trail his mouth down, teeth teasing the garter, then the little peak of skin appearing between the garter and the speedo, "I fucking love it. I fucking love you."

[when-jaguars-are-sick]

GENERAL: Frozen Friday for Five Friends (and Keegan)

Okay, here we go. A fic 🫣 This was the first story I wrote, over a year ago, and it's Not Very Good; My later writing is much more developed and complex. I wasn't sure if I wanted to post it, but I wrote it as a way to better get to know my characters and their personalities, so I think it's a good introductory story. There is NO ILLNESS OR WHUMP. IT'S PURE FLUFF. (Don't judge my movie choice, it's one that Charlie would vote for haha) After this, I'll start posting things much more on theme for here :)

“Jules, are you almost done?”

Colin was just finishing up work at the pool. He’s supervising tonight, and waiting for Julie to finish changing, so he can lock the doors, since it’s closing time. He’s been at the pool for 14 hours, drank 3 cups of coffee, and taught 4 hours of lessons. He’s looking forward to going home, taking a shower, and watching a movie with his flatmates, as per Friday night tradition.

“Yeah, I’m here” replies Julie, “Sorry I took so long.”

“It’s all good. Let’s get out of here.”

On the drive home, Colin calls his boyfriend Rowyn.

“Hey Colin! Ready for movie night?”

“Yeah, I’m just on my way home.”

“Mmm, long day?”

“Yeah.” He hears some muffled voices in the background, before Rowyn answers.

"Oh, come on, Max wants me to go make the popcorn.” Colin can practically hear the eye roll from the car. “Oh, and Jamie’s invited Keegan over tonight, too.”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon.” Colin grins at Rowyn’s feigned annoyance, looking forward to his boyfriend’s popcorn (Max is right, Rowyn’s is somehow always superior).

They hang up, and Colin finishes the drive peacefully. He walks into the flat he shares with his four friends, and immediately drops his bag and walks over to hug Rowyn (who’s still making popcorn) from behind, dropping his head on his shoulder. “Mmm, smells good!” he says. Rowyn turns and kisses him hello, laughing at his messy hair. “Go take a quick shower, then we’ll start the movie.”

Colin walks down the hall to the bathroom, and quickly jumps in the warm shower. After a quick rinse and shampoo, he dries off, gets dressed, and heads to the living room where his friends are gathered. He drops onto the couch, and wiggles until his head is in Jamie’s lap, looking up at him. Jamie frowns at him as his hair leaves water on his pants, but he still runs a hand through his hair in the way that he loves.

“What movie are we watching tonight?” asks Colin.

“Frozen II” squeals Charlie, “It’s one of my favourites!”

“Oh, finally, a movie with good music!” answers Colin, just as Rowyn walking in with 3 big bowls of popcorn. He hands one to Max for them and Charlie to share, muttering about “weirdos who like dill pickle popcorn”, and hands one to Jamie, who will share his butter-and-salt popcorn with Keegan, when he gets there. Colin sits up, making room for Rowyn, with the third bowl of popcorn, movie theater style.

Rowyn settles in with an arm around Colin, putting the popcorn on his lap. Jamie’s texting Keegan, to figure out when he’ll get there.

“He’ll be here in a few minutes, and said we could start the movie, if we want,” says Jamie.

Max grabs the remote off the table and presses “play”.

Colin and Charlie share excited glances, as the opening plays. Rowyn glances at Colin, and smiles at his expression, hugging him tighter. Apple meows from the floor, wanting in on the cuddles. Colin laughs, and moves the popcorn bowl from Ro’s lap. Apple hops up, kneads for a minute, then curls up, purring. Rowyn looks at her and smiles, before resting his head on Colin’s shoulder to watch the movie.

As young Elsa and Anna fill the screen everyone becomes quiet to listen. They are playing with Elsa’s magic, to make an enchanted forest. Anna tries to marry off all their characters, and Ro says “Oh, Anna” with a fond eye roll.

Agnarr finishes his tale of the enchanted forest, and Anna says “Whoever saved you, I love them,” as she falls back onto Iduna. Charlie says “Yes, you do!” and Jamie looks at her questionably. She looks back, confused, and Max says “Hold on… Have you never seen this movie, Jamie?!” He shakes his head, and Charlie gasps. “Okay, nobody spoil anything!” she says, ignoring the fact that she kind of just did, and everyone settles back to continue watching the movie.

Everyone laughs when Anna mispronounces Ahtohallan as “octa-who-what”.

When Iduna starts her lullaby, Colin starts softly singing along, and Ro closes his eyes, and listens to the song. He loves when Colin sings, and it makes his heart go all fuzzy. He pets Apple contentedly.

When Olaf comes into the movie, Max gets excited, and starts mouthing all his lines. They are a huge Olaf fan. “Wait, so there’s no more ‘personal flurry’?” asks Jamie. Charlie explains that “He has a permafrost, so he won’t melt, and doesn’t need the flurry!”

Rowyn rolls his eyes, and Jamie snorts when Olaf says “You’re older and thus all knowing”, since everyone knows that’s not how growing up works.

Just then there’s a knock on the door, so Max pauses the movie, and Jamie gets up to meet his boyfriend. Keegan walks in with a little wave, and Charlie immediately pounces with “Did you know Jamie’s never seen Frozen II?” Keegan turns to Jamie gaping “You’ve never seen it?” He laughs and shakes his head. Keegan immediately pulls him to the couch and they settle in, Max starting the movie again.

When “Some Things Never Change” starts, everyone except Jamie is mouthing the words, with Colin and Max singing out loud. Jamie gasps when he realizes Kristoff is going to propose and excitedly squirms around before settling back with Keegan, who just smiles at him.

When the characters start playing charades, Charlie says “We should do that sometime, charades would be so much fun!” getting some nods from the rest of the group.

Everyone watches aptly as Elsa sings “Into the Unknown”, and wakes the spirits. After Grand Pabbie’s proclamation of “no future”, Elsa says to Anna “I have my powers to protect me. You don’t” and Jamie scoffs at her, and when Anna answers “Excuse me, I climbed the North Mountain, survived a frozen heart and saved you from my ex-boyfriend, and I did it all without powers”, Jamie emphatically exclaims “Thank you!”, Anna having voiced exactly his thoughts.

During Olaf’s trivia, everyone laughs, Max loving his favourite character, and Jamie loving the random fun facts.

Kristoff fails at proposing, and Rowyn snuggles closer to Colin, Key grabs Jamie’s hand, and Max and Charlie smirk at each other over their friends’ reactions.

Everyone watches in awe as Elsa opens the fog doorway and moves into the enchanted forest. Max laughs at Olaf when he tries to run through the fog.

Jamie cringes at Kristoff’s second botched attempt at a proposal, and everyone’s grooves to Olaf’s song, Max singing loudly, and Colin humming.

The conflict between Northuldra and Arendallian people interests Jamie, and everyone laughs as Charlie recites Olaf’s amazing recount of the last movie and explanation of this one.

Charlie and Jamie coo at the fire spirit, and Keegan looks at his boyfriend in amusement.

The siblings discover that their mother was Northuldra, and rescued their father. “Oh, I get it now, what you said at the beginning, Charlie”, said Jamie.

Keegan says “I’m so glad that Kristoff found another reindeer lover!”

“Honeymaren is totally Elsa’s girlfriend in the future, I mean, come on, they’re so cute together!” squeals Charlie.

When Anna chooses Elsa over Kristoff, thinking he left her, Jamie gasps, and almost crushes Keegan’s hand. Keegan carefully extracts his hand, and Jamie whispers “Sorry Key.” They then shift so that Keegan’s hugging Jamie from behind, so they can more easily cuddle.

Charlie and Max sing along to Kristoff’s wonderful love ballad, while Keegan stifles his laughter, and Jamie watches in surprise.

Colin, meanwhile, is stifling a yawn, which of course, Ro notices. After Kristoff’s song, he suggests an intermission to clean up a bit, and get a break. He moves the popcorn bowl and shifts Apple out of the way.

He then changes his position so Colin can lay down, with his head in his lap. Colin smiles at him gratefully, while everyone settles back down.

Charlie gets Sage out of her cage, to snuggle with her, grabbing a carrot for her to snack on.

Once the movie is playing again, Keegan and Rowyn are more focused on the boys in their laps, than the movie itself. Ro’s playing with Colin’s hair, watching as Apple settles against his belly. Key’s watching Jamie’s excitement and investment in the movie, and laughing at his comments.

Charlie’s on the edge of her seat, when Elsa and Anna find their parent's ship, and Keegan starts paying attention to the movie again, as Elsa makes the ice memory of their deaths, and pushes Anna and Olaf away.

When Rowyn looks down, Colin is sound asleep, with Apple snuggled into his chest. Anna and Olaf are in the dark cave now, and Charlie moves to wedge her way between Max and Jamie.

When Elsa is running against the waves, trying to get to Ahtohallan, Jamie is on the edge of his seat, cheering for her, and gasping when she fails. He and Max exclaim over the water horse, and Max and Charlie sing “Show Yourself” while Keegan attempts to watch both the movie, and Jamie.

Rowyn is sitting peacefully, running his hands gently through Colin’s hair, and covers him with a blanket.

“Ohh” says Jamie, and Rowyn looks up to see Elsa walking through frozen memories, “Ha ha!” Max says as she breaks Hans’ sculpture.

Elsa, talking to a memory of her grandfather, says “Fear is what can’t be trusted”. Keegan whispers “Wise words, your majesty”, and Jamie laughs softly.

“It’s so ironic that Elsa freezes this time, when it was Anna last time”, comments Charlie. Max and Keegan hum in agreement.

Anna realizes she has to break the dam, which will send a tidal wave to wipe out Arendelle, thanks to “the truth about the past”. Anna loses Olaf, and Elsa, and sings her depressing, yet uplifting song. Charlie and Jamie start crying too, and Jamie snuggles tight into Keegan, who kisses his head reassuringly. Max opens their arms to give Charlie a hug, and she gratefully sinks into it.

Anna wakes the earth giants, and Rowyn pets Apple as she startles from the noise. Everyone watches in anticipation as Anna runs from the giants, and Jamie cheers when Kristoff picks her up.

As the boulders fly at the dam, Colin startles awake, and shoots upright. Apple scrambles away, and Rowyn steadies him with a hand on each shoulder. He leans forward to ask “You okay?”, and he answers, saying “Yeah, I think so”, and Ro wraps his arms around Colin, who tucks himself into Rowyn’s chest.

Everyone moves closer together nearing the end of the movie, and everyone’s laughing and joking as the reindeer play, knowing that Elsa is okay, Arendelle is saved, and cheering as Kristoff finally proposes. “Oh, yay! Olaf’s back!” cheers Jamie and Max laughs, happy his favourite character is back. There are some happy tears at the sister’s reunion.

Anna is queen, and Kristoff and Olaf look funny in fancy clothes. “Our lands and people, now connected by love” recites Charlie with Anna. Jamie and Keegan laugh gently.

Max says “The spirits look so happy now, I’m glad Elsa found her calling, and Anna feels like a better queen anyway.”

“Yeah,” Colin sleepily puts in, “She found her answers.”

Everyone’s about to head out, but Charlie stops them by saying “Wait! We have to watch the end-credit-scene!”

Everyone looks confused, so she sighs, and grabs the remote from next to Max, skipping through until she finds Olaf’s extra scene. Everyone laughs when they realize that Olaf’s telling the story to Marshmallow and the many magic snowmen.

“Now, the movie’s over”, she says happily.

Rowyn leans forward to whisper “Let’s get you to bed, sleepyhead” and Colin smiles at him, sitting up for a quick kiss, before standing up and pulling Ro up too. Together, they head off to get ready for bed.

Charlie has lots of energy, so after returning Sage to her cage, she and Jamie head over to load the dishwasher, chatting about the movie.

Max asks Keegan if he’s staying over, who calls Alix and Jayden to see if they can pick him up. They’ll be there in a couple minutes, so he walks over to the kitchen doorway and watches his boyfriend talk animatedly about the movie for a couple minutes, smiling softly. Jamie notices him and walks over, just as Key gets a text from Jay that they’re downstairs. He thanks everyone for the movie and the popcorn, kisses Jamie good-bye and heads downstairs.

Max cleans up the living room, then they go put on pajamas and brush their teeth. After, they go join the post-movie Friday night tradition of a cuddle pile in Ro and Colin’s room. They’re the fourth one there, so they flop across Jamie’s lap, putting their head on Colin’s chest, who reaches up to ruffle their hair, while Rowyn plays with Colin’s. “Charlie, get in here!” shouts Rowyn affectionately.

“Sorry!” she says, running in and squirming her way into the middle. Everyone laughs, then sighs, then Colin starts a yawn train.

“Sorry you slept through part of the movie”, says Max.

Colin says “Mmm, it’s okay, I’ve seen it before. This week was long.”

Ro hums sympathetically, and Jamie wiggles out of the pile, saying that he has a couple things to finish before bed, and Max and Charlie soon follow.

Rowyn climbs under the covers, and Colin follows. They curl up together, facing each other, as they settle in. Ro reaches up for a quick kiss, before Colin promptly falls asleep, Rowyn soon following. Apple pads over, and jumps onto the bed, nuzzling against Rowyn’s back, purring happily.

Max, on their way to bed, checks in on Jamie, and finds him reading a book. They climb onto his bed, and force him to put the book away. They decide to spend the night, and Charlie finds them like this later, and joins them, adding a third person to a 1-person bed. Jamie actually sleeps, though, so he’s not complaining.

[feveruary]

Here it is guys! The 2025 Feveruary prompts! We wanted them to be more generally comfort focused so then they be able to be interpreted in different ways to allow you guys to be as creative as you’d like!

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Text Version Below:

“How did you end up like this?” 

Burning Up then Freezing Cold 

Caught in the Rain 

Herbal Remedy 

“Could you just hold me?” 

Spoon-Feeding 

“I’m still not used to being taken care of.” 

“Couldn’t you keep your cold to yourself.” 

Face Masks 

“You’re safe, it was just a dream.” 

“You’re burning up!” 

Role Reversal – Medic to Sickie 

“I wouldn’t even trust you to boil tea in your condition!” 

Falling asleep in the wrong place 

Guiding sickie back to bed 

“Is it me or is it really warm in here?” 

“I know you want to help but you’re only making things worse.” 

Delirious 

“I know ice cream is good for sore throats but that’s way too much!” 

Lost Voice/Strep Throat 

From better to worse 

“Our date can wait! You’re far more important.” 

“You need a tissue?” 

“Don’t you think you should stay home today?” 

Standing Vigil 

“You sure I’m sick? Because I feel fine.” 

Vacation Disaster 

“Well, it sounds to me like you need a little bit of TLC.” 

Alternates:

Forced to work

Cool wash cloth

"I don't get sick!"

Sneezing Fit

[spinzolliii]

DISCLAIMER: I HAVE NO CLUE IF THIS IS MEDICALLY ACCURATE

Something that whump writers don’t consider:

IVs feel cold. Can you imagine a room temperature liquid going directly into the bloodstream of someone who’s 97-104 degrees? It’s hellish. You can’t get warm no matter how much external heat you receive.

Imagine a delirious whumpee whimpering and clawing at an IV while being restrained and reassured by Caretaker.

“No no no, that stays in”

“Hey, hey. I know it hurts, but it’ll help you feel better”

Maybe the whumpee’s hallucinating, thinking that they’re being tortured. When Caretaker’s words fail to get through, they have to use gentle touches and singing. Or, if you want to be mean, you can have the Caretaker being forced to restrain Whumpee to prevent them from hurting themselves until they run out of energy and pass out.

[otakubimbo]

Sick Days

Sylus x MC!Reader

Sylus couldn't get in contact with you and he knew that being a hunter was a dangerous job but what you had wasn't an injury to your body per say. It was an injury to your immune system. AKA Sylus taking care of you when you're very very sick

OB: Hi I started writing this while i had covid back in august and I'm working on clearing out all of my old fic drafts so bear with me on any other updates

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A groan escapes your lips as you forcefully peel your eyes open. Your throat hurts, your head hurts, your body hurts, everything hurts. It took you a bit to register that the banging wasn’t in your head, but it was at your front door. Every cell in your body screaming at you to stay in your bed, but the knocking just wouldn’t stop.

As you sit up out of bed, your head immediately spins from the sudden motion.

“Fuck,” you attempt to steady yourself before fully getting out of bed, but it was hard. You tried to take a deep breath but that just caused you to have a coughing fit. The burn in your throat and chest is almost unbearable. The toll of whatever sickness you had had a harsher effect on your body than you thought. Initially, you assumed you could have just slept off whatever it was but now you were so sure.

Slowly, you struggle your way to the front door, blanket securely wrapped around you since you were freezing. Eventually, you get your door open as you glare at a well-dressed chest, your eyes racking up to see the owner of said chest. It was, of course, Sylus.

“Well, hello there, kitten. Nice to finally see you.” He smirks down at you for just a moment before noticing the state you were in, gently pushing you back to enter your space, closing the door behind him.

“What are you doing here Sylus?” You ask, your voice is scratchy and hoarse.  Sylus brow creases as he gives you a once over.

“Mephesto claims you haven’t left your house in two days, and you haven’t been answering my messages or phone calls.” He says as he raises a hand to your forehead to gauge your temperature. You swat his hand away as you realize what he was saying. Two days? You haven’t left for two days??? You were just at work yesterday when you got sent home, right? Holding your hand out, you request him to hand you his phone which he does with no complaint. Ignoring the picture of the two of you as his lock screen and notice that in fact it had been two entire days since you had been home. You shove his phone back into his hand and shuffle back to your room to look for your phone. There it sat on your nightstand, still on the charger, opening it up to see several messages and missed calls from Sylus of course but some from Luke and Kieran, a few from Jenna and Tara telling you to get well soon, along with a few from Rafayel, Xavier, and Zayne.

“I-“ you stutter as you sit down on your bed, “ I guess I’ve been in and out of sleep this whole time.” You say with a frown, attempting to rub the pain out of your head. As you go through the numerous texts, a coughing fit erupts making Sylus run over to rub your back. He tries to soothe you as your fit dies, rubbing your back gently as you calm down, taking the blanket from around you, pushing you to lay down and tucking you in. You hadn’t even realized that you were truly TUCKED in until Sylus is running a hand over your cheek and you can’t move.

“Let me out Sylus” You struggle from how tightly he tucked you in, but you didn’t have any real strength in you to get out.

“No can do, kitten. You’re sick and I’ll just have to take care of you.” He puts his hand on your forehead to truly check your temperature. You were burning up and it took everything in Sylus to keep a neutral face, he was worried about you. He had originally thought, you had just buried yourself in work again but seeing you in this state does something to his heart that he doesn’t like. You were such a strong woman and now where you were, weak and frail and not from any wanderer just from what was probably the common cold.  

“I’ll be fine, I can take care of myself.” You refute, struggling yet again but not putting up much of a fight. Theres a slight twitch in Sylus expression as he watches you.

“Please” Sylus voice comes out just above a whisper and you stop moving. It caught you off guard and you stopped fighting. “Thank you, so stubborn” he kisses the top of your head as you scoff.

You hadn’t even realized that you were falling asleep until you were being woken up by Sylus gently.

“What’s going on” you look around confused as you attempt to sit up, Sylus grabs your arm helping you as a rag falls off the top of your head.

“You have to eat something Kitten.” Sylus states as he grabs a bowl of some type of soup putting the spoon up to your mouth. You take a sip of it without complaint, it soothes but hurts your throat at the same time causing a groan to come out of your mouth. Sylus inhales a deep breath, gripping the spoon harder. You weren’t getting better, if anything it seemed like you were getting worse. Your skin was getting pale, your temperature wasn’t going down, and all you were doing was sleeping and while you were sleeping you were shaking. You were in cold sweat; he had to change the rag on your head almost every thirty minutes.

“It hurts, Sy” You grimace after you try to swallow another spoon full of soap. Your voice was so weak, you looked so frail, it was literally breaking his heart to see you like this.

Sylus puts down the bowl, “Just lay down sweetie.” He helps you get back under the covers and before he can even get back with another towel for your head, you’re asleep.

Now Sylus was a prideful man for sure, but for you, for you he would do anything, for you he would put aside his pride. He knew he couldn’t just call any sort of doctor because of the aether core in your heart, so he knew he had to call your doctor, Doctor Zayne. But oh, did he hate Dr.Zayne, YOUR Dr.Zayne. Sylus just knew that man was in love with you, your childhood friend who spent his life becoming a heart surgeon and then being your personal doctor. Tsk, he’s heard of the whole childhood friends to lover’s trope, he wasn’t a dumb man. He wasn’t dumb, but he was desperate, and he needed you to get better. It had already been a full day since he had been in your place, and you just kept getting worse. Begrudgingly he picked up your phone and did what he had to do.  

You don’t remember much in your sick haze. It was hard to even distinguish what was really going on or what was part of your fever dreams. You lucidly remember Sylus waking you up to give you soup and take medicine. You think you remember Zayne coming in which would make sense, he is your doctor, but you also remember Xavier? Maybe you weren’t particularly sure, it wouldn’t really make sense for him to be there, but you were sure you remembered seeing him.

Eventually, you gain a full sense of consciousness. Surprisingly, your body doesn’t ache like it has been and there isn’t an immense pressure in your head. You attempt to sit up when you notice a hand holding onto your arm, and attached to the hand was Sylus. A soft smile spreads on your face as you see him sitting most likely uncomfortably in a chair next to your bed. His head was laid beside you and his hand grasping onto your arm. You had no clue had long he had been there or how long he had been taking care of you. The pill bottles, half eaten soup and cups of water you don’t remember drinking or taking had to have come from somewhere and it wasn’t you.

“Ah, I see the kitten has finally stirred from her hibernation.” Sylus exhausted face meets your curious eyes.

“Yeah, I’m feeling much better.”  You say with a yawn and a stretch. The gaze he is giving you makes you feel small, causing you to turn away from him, “thank you”

His hand reaches out to grab your chin gently, “You had me worried, sweetie. You had a respiratory infection and pneumonia. What would have happened to you if I wouldn’t have come?” His jaw is set tight and you don’t think you would ever see the feared Onychinus leader looking scared. He was scared, scared he was going to lose you…...again.

“…… I’m sorry but you took care of me and I’m fine now. Yeah?” You say turning your head out of his hands in more embarrassment as you busy yourself with straightening out your night stand. As you pick up the bottle of pills, you notice you see that Zayne prescribed these. You glance between the bottle and then at Sylus.

He scoffs before taking the bottle from your hand, putting it back down “Well of course I had to reach out to your doctor. Your fever wouldn’t go down.”

“But you hate Zayne?”  You questioned as you tilt your head in a way that was way too cute for Sylus.

“I do not hate the doctor. I just don’t like how friendly he is with you on the occasion.” He scoffs at the giggle you let out, “And I’m aware that you are childhood friends, but the man should have some boundaries”

That makes you laugh even harder, not THE Sylus Quin talking about boundaries. He wouldn’t know a boundary if it shot him in the heart. It was sweet, he was being so sweet.

“Yeah, I thought seeing him was just a fever dream I was having actually. Funny enough, I thought I also saw my friend Xavier here.”

The noise that leaves Sylus had you holding back the biggest laugh that you could possibly muster. So in fact you had not imagine Xavier, he had actually been there and surprisingly Sylus let him in.

“Another one of your ‘friends’ who needs to work on their boundaries. He came over in the middle of the night questioning about your whereabouts after sending you NUMEROUS texts and phone calls. He was insistent on seeing you or he would have gotten your little hunter association involved and I didn’t think you would want that.” He groans with this cute pout on his face. “It seems you have a lot of these type of ‘friends’ who lack any type of boundaries. You should work on that sweetie.”

You reach out to grab his face making him look at you, his gaze softened when he saw your face “Thank you for taking care of me, Sy.”

He grabs your hand a places a small kiss upon the back of it, “Of course Kitten”

[skyrigel]

Simon had him and you all convinced that it was just sex and nothing more.

“No attachment.” He always said, everytime — sometimes so hurried and forgotten that it's just mumbled against your mouth before he's shoving his tongue down your throat.

Sometimes with so much urgency that it's lost between your moans, no attachment, babe, no attachment. And you believed him because it was really just sex, wasn't it ? There were no pretty dates and no fancy dinner at ritz, maybe those poorly wrapped ones he pretended he had not ordered and takeouts he brought along...but oh please, no attachments!

But maybe sometimes about those walks in the city where he would not so subtly grasp your hand, and you would catch him stealing glances at you while a teenager fiddled with his guitar, rhyming she came, my world lit with narcotic, I am addict.

No attachment but Simon's standing outside your workspace when it's raining —“I thought you might need it.” holding up the umbrella but those two words were there again when you were knee deep in the passanger seat and he was eating you out... because it was casual, right ? No attachment.

And it really didn't burn and ached until you got sick, real sick — puking your guts out and coughing until your ribs gave up, surely he wasn't the best role model of no attachment when he was panting to death as he picked your unconscious frame from the floor, you still remember the faint whisper of his ‘please don't leave me, please, please don't —’ over and over.

And if he wanted for no attachment then he should be gone. Gone and not come back because it was just sex...

Simon shouldn't be mopping the floor, and stirring your soup and touching your forehead every five minutes.

No attachment then why he's loading your grocery and taking out trash and doing your laundry, why he's wiping your tears and telling you it's going to be alright.

Why he's not leaving like he always did because there were no attachment right, but he's right here, tucking you in bed and washing your hair and reading you book.

“Is it some eccentric joke ? Why this Zaid is always growling ?—also when you get alright... we're gonna try it out, lovie.”

You blushed, but it wasn't just what he was suggesting but that word, it felt good.

“S-say it again.” You whispered, shifting your head in pillow. Simon turned back a page he was reading from, your scrunchie on his wrist.

“Zaid growled—” You screwed your face,“—oh, we'll try it—”

“last word. Your last word.”

“Oh.” He said, “Lovie...you don't like it ?”

You shaked your head, sniffing very unsexy-ly

“Call me that...I love it.” Simon pushed up the book up his face, his neck was pulsing with his many veins and you knew the blush that would be blooming on his hard face. Cute.

“Again.” You tilted your head, to get a look at his flushed out face.

“Okay Lovie...sleep now.” He grumbled, flicking your bedside lamp off and bookmarking the book with one of your scrunchie he removed from his wrist.

“Huh...Good night baby.” You said, waiting to be corrected, waiting for those two words to come and upside down it all.

But they never came, like they never even existed, never had a meaning to them at all.

No attachment, lost forever in darkness.

“G'night lovie.” He said so sweetly, and when you closed your eyes this time, you only saw daylight.

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