#not a sickfic

[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.

[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."

[seth-whumps]

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Prompts (text):

Emergency First Aid: Self-done stitches / Alcohol as sanitizer / “It's just a scratch, I've had worse.”

Does your insurance cover this?: Car accident / Bystander caretaker / “Eyes open, ambulance is almost here.”

Like a record, baby: Vertigo / Struggling to stand / “Is the room spinning, or is it just me?”

It's every day bro: Chronic pain / Massage / “I'm used to it.”

Stealing my breath (give it back): Wheezing / Light-headed / “I'll count, you just breathe.”

Summer is a curse: Heat Stroke / Panting / “Why don't we… find some shade, quick?”

Accidental Cryotherapy: Falling through a frozen lake / Hypothermia / “Hey, c'mon, you gotta stay awake.”

Put your head on my shoulder: Migraine / Light & Sound Sensitivity / “I can close the curtains…”

White and red handkerchief: Coughing up blood / Can't speak / “You just can't shake that cough, can you?”

Your work is never finished: Forced to work while ill / Workplace emergency / “...sit down, I'm calling HR.”

A minor annoyance: Stuffy nose / Hate to be sick / “I'm fine, I can work.”

It's going down (I'm yelling timber): Building collapse / Trapped under rubble / “I can't move my legs.”

It's just a pebble: Avalanche / Stuck in the mountains / “Well, this wasn't how I thought the hiking trip would go.”

Lay down your sword: Fighting back a cold / Cuddling / “Just let yourself be sick so you can get better.”

I'm going down (you're yelling timber): Passing out / Exhaustion / “I've got you, let's sit down, I've got you.”

Say goodbye to filters: Half-conscious / Delirious / “You would never say that in your right mind…”

In hot water: Dangerously high fever / Cool baths / “We have to get that number down somehow.”

I don't see it: Hallucinations / Fever dreams / “It's just a nightmare. You're safe.”

The whump morning after: Tending to injuries / Domestic hurt comfort / “Let's check the bandages, okay?”

It's not fun if you're panicking: Stuck in an elevator / Claustrophobia / “Get me out.”

Where's the exit: Lost / Stuck in the wilderness / “Surely someone will notice we're gone.”

Better out than in: Nervous Stomach / Vomiting / “I got your hair, it's fine.”

Well, that doesn't taste right: Accidentally poisoned / Allergic reaction / “My tongue feels like bees, is that normal?”

Be one with the fish: Drowning / Rescue Breaths / “Why did you think that was a good idea?!”

We didn't start the fire: Severe burns / Running into flames / “I know it hurts. Breathe.”

That's no barn spider: Venomous bite / Arachnophobia / “You'll be okay, we can help.”

What's your name again?: Concussion / Temporary Amnesia / “I don't remember what happened to me.”

Nothing behind the eyes: Fully unconscious / Force feeding / “It's just me, go back to sleep.”

Wrong place, wrong time: Robbery / One of many hostages / “Stay behind me, I can take a hit.”

I don't mean to get emotional: Fear / Breaking point / “I can't stop crying, I'm sorry--”

Only way out is through: Tunnel collapse / Accidental Journey / “We can't just sit here and wait.”

ALTERNATES:

Seizure

Choking

Withdrawal

Mugged

Wild animal attack

Hangover

Strain/sprain

Broken bone

Bloody nose

Panic attack

[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.

[sickfictropes]

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

[spinzolliii]

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

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

[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!!💖💖 )

[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.

Grim Reaper! Simon

Masterlist

[therenaissancedungeonmaster]

More disabled Siffrin doodles! These feature:

Odile, Bonnie, Isabeau, and Mirabelle yelling at Siffrin to go lay back down as Siffrin struggles to stand.

Siffrin asking Isabeau if he would love them if they were a worm, while having an incredibly bad pain day. Isabeau is holding Siffrin closely while he assures him that yes, he would love them as a worm.

Bonnie hugging Siffrin, lifting him off his feet slightly, saying that they will carry Siffrin even if Siffrin's legs stop working. A very "that's the spirit" moment.

This is the original post if anyone is interested.

[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.”

[sicktember]

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“I’m not hungover, I’m just sick” (Or vise versa)

Too Much of a Good Thing/Overindulgence

Campus/Con Crud

“Great. I Got a Cold for My Birthday.”

Rogue Organ (tonsils, spleen, appendix, gall bladder ect…)

Dizziness/Vertigo

Borrowed Hoodie

“The closest doctor is probably hours away from here!”

Overdramatic Patient/Caretaker 

The Sniffles ™ 

Medieval Treatment

“You’re not fine, you’re throwing up/coughing up a lung”

Mononucleosis

Clean Sheets/Fresh Pajamas

"Who decided __ is ‘sick people food?’"

Toxin/Poison

Brain Fog/Spaced Out 

“My body is one big ache”

Hypochondriac Tendencies 

Medication Bribery

Anaphylactic Response

“You didn’t use my cup, did you?”

Under a Spell

 Tales From the Waiting Room

Summer Flu

Heart Condition/Cardiac Arrest

“This is non-negotiable"

Pulling a ‘Ferris Bueller’

Sick on a Road Trip

Past Prompt of Your Choice! 

Alts

Hospital Bed

“I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

First Aid Kit

Flushed Cheeks

Doctor's Note

[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!

We’re so excited to share these with you and we can’t wait to see what you write! As always feel free to ask any questions or share your excitement about this event! :D

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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

[seth-whumps]

prim and proper dignified characters pale, sickly, weak on their feet. unbuttoning their collar, sweat-soaked hair, unsure footing and fluttery breaths. muttering a hesitant, "I don't... feel well."

[whumpetywhumpwhump]

Give me more shaking whumpees.

Give me whumpees who are shivering so much from their high fever that they can't even hold a bottle of water up to their lips, leaving caretaker to hold it for them like they're bottle feeding a baby animal.

Give me whumpees who've lost so much blood that they're pale and trembling violently, their skin cool to the touch. Their body is desperately trying to keep them warm, but with each new shudder they're just bleeding more and more.

Give me whumpees in shock- whumpees who find out something so emotionally distressing that they can do nothing but shake, eyes fixed on a single point, jolting away from any touch.

Give me more shaking whumpees.

[sickfictropes]

a character fainting in the middle of being lectured by their captain for something they did wrong, both worrying them and explaining why they'd made the mistake in the first place, is soooooo good