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[skyheaven1231]

Can't believe I'm saying this but ... my first one shot in years is up on AO3.

"Fever Haze"

🌸 Rating: General Audiences 🌸 Word count: 5,357 🌸One-Shot sickfic

(Summary below the cut)

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Akechi‘s eyes went wide as he properly entered Akira‘s makeshift living space and his gaze wandered over the horrendous amount of used tissues, lying around like it was the newest interior design trend.

“Hey.“ is all Akira could say before a coughing fit took over his entire body, shaking him until everything hurt.

Akechi only stood there, holding onto his case with gloved hands, blinking and trying to process the chaos before him.

“Let me try to assess the situation here,“ he finally says, sounding more than slightly annoyed. Fuck it, Akira might actually start purring. He could always blame it on the fever.

[befuddled-calico-whump]

How does the t$$ cast act when they're sick?

Joy: (the one who doesn't want to go lay down)

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80. Arnie with concussion + Hector and Isaiah angst/fluff

81. Matt sick from his shadow + Isaiah for comfort

82. Seline with period cramps at cinema with Isaiah + Hector and Arnie show up

83. Rip with a stress headache after a fight with Dylan + Isaiah

84. Matt passes out in the park + Hector + Olive

85. Matt fluff and comfort with Seline and Isaiah

86. Fluffy Isaiah and Seline date + slight overeating

87. Isaiah collapses from heart attack + Matt and Seline at the hospital

88. Waiting at the hospital Sel + Matt angst

89. Isaiah wakes up after the operation + nauseous Matt + Seline

90. Isaiah more coherent after surgery + super nausous + Matt

91. Selie calls Dylan + breakdown at McDonalds

92. Dylan sick from greasy food + Rip clumsy caretaker

93. Isaiah at the hospital + flashback + Seline with blisters + Isaiah taking care of her

94. Hector sick from sensory overload at a light show + Olive

95. Part 2: Hector nausous from the light show + Arnie

96. Matt runs into his oldest sister Melissa at the hospital + protective Seline

97. Isaiah back home + argues with Seline

98. Isaiah talks with Arnie + gets nausous from stress

99. Isaiah sick while talking with Hector and Arnie part 2

Vacation saga: 100. Seline, Matt and Arnie at the airport + sick Arnie + Matt reluctant caretaker 101. Nausous Isaiah during the road trip + Hector + Dylan and Rip 102. Hector sick from spicy food on the road + Isaiah 103. Arrival and the reunion of the group 104. Rip training + upset and sick after an incident + Isaiah 105. Heat exhaustion and sunburned Matt + Arnie + Seline 106. Hector falls off a sea scooter and drinks seawater + bit of Matt part 1 107. Hector sick from seawater part 2 + Isaiah 108. Shawn shows up at the beach + emotional talk with Isaiah + hunger 109. Matt and Isaiah talk about Shawn + emotional comfort 110. Rip with a panic attack + defensive Dylan for comfort + Lilian 111. End of vacation + Isaiah and Seline break up

112. Isaiah sick at night at a conference + Shawn

113. Matt visits Dylan while looking for Seline + Rip with a cold

114. Rip with a fever part 2 + Matt and Seline talk

115. Rip visits his family's tombstones + Isaiah's offer and comfort + stress migraine

116. Isaiah visits Shawn + sick from nerves

117. Grumpy Matt with stomach pain + Isaiah

118. Seline with a headache + Isaiah + fluff

119: Flashback: Isaiah+Shawn+Roy at dinner with Levi + revelations + crying and comfort

120. Nauseous sick Isaiah from his heart + Matt for comfort

121. Dylan sick with a high fever + clueless Rip caretaker

122. Dylan sick part 2 + stress sick Rip from going to the pharmacy

123. Matthew with food poisoning + running into his sister Maddie

124. Isaiah nauseous from heart strain in the cold at the conference + Seline

125. Seline sick on the train ride home + Isaiah

[littledrawsandwritesstuff]

Last Sickfic for @sicktember. This one is Final Fantasy XIV again and is set in the current expansion, Dawntrail. I hope you enjoy the fic and enjoyed the other ones for Sicktember as well. I know there were less but some of them were longer to make up for it.

[medusapelagia]

Running From The Daylight - Part 14

Part 1 , Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8,  Part 9,  Part 10, Part 11, Part 12, Part 13,, Part 14, (coming soon Part 15)

Written for @whumpuary

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Prompt: Breakdown WT: sick character, mention of surgery, medical procedures, mention of possible amputation (just mentioned) Words: 890

As soon as Eddie and Wayne get into the hospital, Robin runs toward them, hugging Eddie so tight that she he feels his back almost crack but he doesn’t complain, holding on to her like she was a life jacket.

“Eddie, oh my god, Eddie! Are you alright? What the hell happened? Wayne told us there was an avalanche but the news information was confusing and Steve didn’t answer his phone, and he always does or at least he calls me back! And you weren’t answering either! And I was so fucking worried!” She rambles and Eddie lets her talk while they hug, but as soon as she stops he asks the question that is killing him “Where is he?”

“Still in surgery.” Hopper replies, getting closer “The wound on the head wasn’t too bad, but the leg was broken pretty badly and they are trying to fix it.”

“But they will, right? He will not… he will not lose his leg, right?” The boy asks, terrified, and the silence that he gets as a reply is enough to make the last of his self-control crumble, and he falls to the ground having a full breakdown and screaming that it’s all his fault, that Steve will hate him for it and that he will lose the only good thing he had in life.

“You are exhausted, kid, you have to rest a little. Let’s get a room in a hotel and you’ll see that in the morning everything will look better.” His uncle tries to comfort him, but Eddie is adamant that he is not going to leave the hospital until he has some news about Steve.

He starts to walk up and down from the waiting area to the reception until a nurse calls a doctor.

“Listen…” The doctor says, staring at him seriously.

“Eddie.”

“Eddie. Your friend is in good hands, whatever can be done will be done, you don’t have to worry about that.” He tells him, and if it should sound comforting it definitely doesn’t.

“You don’t get it! I was the one that made a splint with a fucking broken ski! I had never done something like that before! What if I fucked up?”

The doctor sighs and puts a hand on Eddie’s shoulder “Kid, it was an emergency situation and you did the best you could, ok? Now the surgeon is doing his best to fix that broken leg and I want to assure you once more that he will do everything he can to save that boy’s leg, ok? Now take a deep breath and follow me into the examination room.”

“I’m fine!” Eddie insists once more, but the doctor stares at him unconvinced.

“Come on, kid, there is nothing you can do right now, at least let the doctor examine you, ok? If not for you, do it for me. I’m already worried about my other kid and I don’t think my old heart can take it.” Wayne tries to convince his nephew and the boy finally agrees, but before following the doctor he turns toward Robin, the only person he can trust “As soon as you hear something about Steve you come to tell me, ok? Good news, bad news, I don’t care, I want to know!”

“Promise!” She replies convinced, even if Hopper sighs and pinches his nose while Eddie finally gets into the examination room with his uncle.

“I’m not a kid anymore, Wayne. I can handle an examination.” He replies tiredly, but the old man doesn’t move, his eyes pinned on his kid.

“Any concern you would like to address?” The doctor asks, putting on a pair of blue latex gloves and Eddie shivers for a moment. He always tried to avoid doctors: it’s not that he is scared, it's just that they make him… uncomfortable, ok?

Luckily Wayne is at his side, putting a warm hand on his shoulder “Does something hurt?” He asks him softly and Eddie shakes his head.

“I’m cold and I’m tired but I’m fine! It’s Steve...”

“We are here for you, boy. Let me examine you and then I’ll let you get back to your friends, ok?”

Eddie finally releases the tight grip he had on the thermal blanket and lets the doctor examine him quickly, when the man concludes that, apart from some moderate frostbite and a little sleep deprivation, Eddie is fine, Wayne takes a big breath of relief.

“I kept telling you.” The boy protests while getting dressed.

“I know but I feel better knowing that a doctor has seen you, is that so bad?” Wayne asks him, giving him back his thermal blanket and walking back to the waiting area where Robin and Hopper are drinking a coffee from the coffee machine.

“No news?” Eddie asks, sitting next to Robin who offers him her coffee, he takes a sip and grimaces at the taste “This has nothing to do with Steve’s coffee.”

“I will never admit it, but Steve’s coffee is the best.” The girl replies with a wet laugh, then she adds “You know I’m not letting him go on a vacation at least for a year, right? The only place the two of you will be allowed to go is our coffee shop.” She tells him, and he smiles at her, grateful for her constant presence in Steve’s life.

“Deal.”

[howtowhumpyourhiccup]

Crushed - Chapter 4

Meanie

Summary: Written for AI-less Whumptober 2023 Day 13. A (Trans!)Hiccup Left Berk AU. Technically set during RttE. Hiccup has been captured and the Dragon Riders attempt to free him. It doesn’t go as planned.

Warnings: Sickwhump

Rating: Mature

Prompts: Flashbacks (Bad Things Happen Bingo), Bloodshot (Eclipsing Bingo - The Rising Moon Event)

Words: 200

Fandom: How to Train Your Dragon

Characters: Hiccup, Snotlout

Pairing: /

Author's Notes: Finally decided to come back to this one and hoping to finish it this time!

Enjoy!

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Snotlout was always mean to him. Not that the twins were any better, he just stood out like a sore thumb.

Hiccup was sick. Again. And like always, he rubbed his face in it.

“You’re so weak!” He shouts at him, the 8 year old standing a short distance away from him as he stands on the porch of his house.

He has a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, his eyes are bloodshot, his hair a mess and he can’t stop coughing.

“You’re so weak and small! No wonder nobody likes you!”

“I’m not weak!” Hiccup shouts back at him, a coughing fit breaks through him.

There’s a stabbing pain.

No, a burning pain.

He coughs and coughs, he can’t breathe.

“I’m not… I’m not weak!” Hiccup shouts at him again, feeling embarrassed as his coughing just proved the opposite.

“Yes, you are!”

“Hiccup, I never said you were.”

“You’re just a weak little girl. And my dad says that one of these days, you’ll be dead and Chief Stoick will get a real heir!” Snotlout continues to shout at him.

Tears spring to Hiccup’s eyes. He can’t tell if it’s because of how awful he feels, the frustration or his hurtful words. He's not a weak little girl.

“I’m not weak,” He sobs. “And I won’t die.”

“No, you won’t. Don’t worry about anything, not even about what those stupid dreams are telling you. You’re not weak.”

“I’m not weak.”

“You’re not weak.”

“I’m not weak.”

[builder051]

I noticed a reader liking this story from way back in the archives, so I read through it and was actually kind of impressed with myself. ☺️

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Bucky thinks he’s being suave, but Steve sees through him in a minute. He doesn’t walk that slowly or creep around with his back to the wall when he has nothing to hide. So of course, Steve’s extra keen to see what it is that’s concealed in Bucky’s back pocket.

“What you got there?” Steve holds his fist in front of his mouth to keep from coughing. The faint rattle that comes from his chest is distracting enough.

Bucky cocks his head, more interested in the breathy whistle than his words. “Why’re you out of bed?” Bucky takes off his cap and reaches sideways and back in order to hang it on the hook beside the door. As if it wouldn’t be easier to just turn around.

Steve shakes his head, unable to tamp down a wheeze. He puts his hands on Bucky’s waist, pausing at his belt, but slipping quickly around to nab Bucky’s wallet and the sloppily folded sheet of paper behind it.

“Hey, now—“ Bucky’s cap hits the floor. “Wait a second.” He makes a swipe at Steve’s triumphantly raised fist.

“Oh, no,” Steve coughs, tripping backward towards the sofa. “It’s mine now.”

“Steve—“

“I gotta see what you’re so desperate to hide,” Steve forces out on a gust of breath. “That’s just how it is.” His heel catches on the edge of the living room rug, and before he knows it he’s in dizzy free fall.

The wallet hits the ground with a thump, and the paper with a flutter. But Steve doesn’t. Bucky catches him, hooking his thumbs in Steve’s armpits and shove-carrying him the last few feet to the couch. “Christ, Stevie.”

“Hey—“ Steve protests, but his breath catches and forces out of him in a series of painful hacks. A thin spray of aerosolized saliva spurts between his lips. He tastes something hot and bitter and claps his hand over his mouth before he can be sick all over himself.

“Breathe,” Bucky instructs, clapping Steve on the back.

Steve does his best, pulling in a shuddering lungful through the cage of his fingers. He shoots up from the sofa on unsteady legs and rescues the paper from its fallen position, struggling to swallow breathless nausea long enough to shake it open and read it.

“Well, you’re persistent,” Bucky mutters. He snatches sullenly for the sheet in Steve’s grip, but it’s so clearly half-assed that Steve almost feels bad for batting him away. For all the time he spends trying to assert himself, he really should get more out of a moment of power.

“Hm.” Steve clears his throat and doesn’t catch Bucky’s eye. He doesn’t have the breath to spare, but as soon as he sees the word ‘enlistment,’ it drains from his lungs anyway, leaving him deflated like a punctured balloon.

“Steve.” Bucky sounds exasperated. A little disappointed. Maybe even scared.

All Steve can think is that Bucky deserves to feel those things. “You promised,” he chokes, swallowing the impending contraction working its way from his diaphragm up into his throat.

“Yeah, I know,” Bucky starts, “But—“

“You—“ Steve gives in to a hack. “You were supposed to…” Rages flares, igniting the burn in his lungs with the spark of anger. He wants to shout, to remind Bucky of his words.

“I’ll wait for you,” Bucky had said. “We’ll go in together. Maybe get orders together.”

And Steve had said ok. Of course he had. Because of course Bucky was speaking the truth. Or at least Steve thought he had.

Steve opens his mouth to give Bucky a piece of his mind, but what comes instead is a deep, wet cough, followed by another. And another. His chest caves, his stomach muscles spasming and clots of mucous shivering in his windpipe. “No—“ he hacks. “I— You—“

“Stevie, hey…”

“No, I—“

“Steve,” Bucky says firmly. “Stop talking.”

“Huh?” Steve’s voice cracks on the single syllable. “Why?”

“Just stop, ok?”

“What, cause I’m your bitch?” Steve’s strangled volume makes it all the more bitter.

“Fuck, Steve,” Bucky recoils.

“Cause I’m not allowed to go fight in England with the real men?” At least he gets the full sentence out before the next coughing fit.

“Cause you’re gonna have a fucking asthma attack.” Bucky gives him a scathing look, but can’t keep from bashing him softly between the shoulder blades with the heel of his hand. “I just… Christ, I just care about you.”

Steve tastes the bitterness again. He’ll have to be sparing with his words. “Then why’d you go?” He forces out. “Without me?”

“Steve…” Bucky sighs and looks at the ground, then at the crinkled edge of the paper shaking in Steve’s fist. “Do you really think they’ll take you?”

Steve coughs. “Yeah.” Then he realizes how pathetic it sounds.

“Well, I hope they don’t.” Bucky bites his lip. “Dying for the cause isn’t heroic if you do it on purpose. Then it’s just stupid.”

“Not— not on purpose—“

“But you know that’s what’s gonna happen.”

Steve hazards a breath. “Well, maybe.” He knows he’s going to sound like a swooning dame, but he’s still budgeting his words. “Maybe I’d rather die stupid than live without you.”

Bucky laughs. Not his usual raucous chuckle, but a low, throaty sound that seems empty and full at the same time. “Yeah.” He takes the paper from Steve and wads it up, crushing it between his palms. “You ever think maybe I feel the same way?”

Steve feels the impact of the question, but he’s coughing again, so his face is too red and contorted to show it.

“Yeah.” Bucky drops the crinkled wad between the couch cushions, then puts his arm around Steve. “I didn’t think so.” He roughly helps Steve to his feet and pulls him towards the bedroom. “Let’s get you lying down.”

Steve has no choice but to bend to Bucky’s will. He has the best of intentions. For both of them. Still, he expects Bucky to finish with ‘before you get too much more worked up’ or something similar. But he doesn’t. Bucky stays silent as he matches his footsteps to Steve’s and bundles him into bed.

[magmamoon]

I’ve been wanting to do this for a while, but I kinda fell off the face of the Earth for a while so after much deliberation I’m going to be writing and posting more with my own characters.

Often times I struggle with making a good story with canon characters because I want to live up to them, make them enjoyable to read but also keep true to what is known and their personalities. I think it’ll be a lot more fun with my own characters especially characters that I’ve had for a while so I guess this is my reintroduction to Tumblr, a good old part two.

I’m in college so I can’t guarantee how often I’ll post, but if anyone wants to leave requests, I’m more than happy to do them!

[suzetonic]

Sickfic except they're both sick and really miserable about it. Lying in bed all day coughing and shaking. Counting the hours between two doses of paracetamol. Taking turns making tea and soup. Comments like "I'm dying" and "This is the worst feeling in the world". A mountain of gross snotty used tissues. Vicks and cough syrup within reaching distance. Barely any fluff, just suffering.

[goldenempyrean]

I'm Better With You

〚 Notes - First Addison fic so I'm just testing the waters here, Ill likely write for her in the future so feel free to send requests for her :)〛

〚 Pairing - Addison Montgomery x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - You find Addison sitting in the rain after a rough surgery. You take it upon yourself to make sure she's cared for 〛

〚 Wordcount - 6,040 〛

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“What on earth are doing standing out here in the rain like that?” The sound of your shocked voice made Addison jump out of her thoughts from the bench she had been sitting on. A bench was completely unsheltered for the pouring Seattle rain. “You’re completely and utterly soaked! You’ve gotta get back inside and dry off.” 

Addison blinked up at you through the mist of rain dripping from her soaked red hair, a distant look in her eyes. "I needed some air.” She mumbled weakly, her eyes not quite meeting your own. 

You shook your head softly, taking off your coat and pulled it over her shoulders, “There’s getting air and then there’s sitting in a downpour. You’ll catch your death out here.” Your hand reached down to hers and gently tugged, letting her know it was time to get up, “Come back inside.” 

Addison seemed to hesitate for a short second as your hand tugged gently at hers, her body shivering as the cold rain continued to soak through her clothes. For a moment, it seemed like she might refuse, but then her shoulders slumped, and she finally let herself be pulled to her feet. 

“I wasn’t thinking properly.” She murmured, voice low as the two of you stood in the doorway, the heat from inside the building seeped out and she already felt a little warmer. “I just.. I needed to get out of there.”  

You couldn’t stop your face switching from one of concern to sympathy. You’d heard from an intern that she’d been in the OR for the last few hours and if her demeanour was anything to go by, it hadn’t gone well, “It’s okay, just breathe. You’re okay but next time you need to get some fresh air, maybe try a beneath a shelter?” 

You reached up to reposition your coat which had slipped off her shoulders a little, “Or were you purposely going for the ‘recently drowned’ look?” The joke made her smile a little, a small smile but a smile nonetheless and you took the chance to kiss her cheek before taking her back inside. 

Once inside, Addison finally realised how cold she actually was. Shivers ran over her arms as goosebumps rippled over her skin. She pulled your coat on tighter as she mumbled, “Thanks for bringing me in.” 

“You don’t have to thank me Addie,” You smiled and ran your hand through her soaked hair, “Do you have anymore things you need to do today? I finish in an hour then we can both head home and cosy up?” You offered, knowing what Addison needed after days like this was a hot bath, some good food and cuddles. 

Her eyes flicked up to meet yours for a brief second before she nodded, though she didn’t say anything right away. She looked drained, her usual composed expression cracked around the edges. She sighed and let her shoulders slump before finally speaking, “Home sounds good, I’m done for today.”  

“I thought so, I’ll be out by 7 at the very latest. I’ll meet you back home?”  

You watched with a small, sympathetic frown as you watch Addison shuffle towards her office. She looked exhausted, you knew how taxing a long surgery could be but you know how crushing it was to spend hours in the OR only for it to end badly. Addison especially was one to feel the loss personally, she’d never show it to anyone.  

Addison always held herself to impossibly high standards, and when something went wrong, she shouldered the blame alone. She’d put on a brave face and comfort others while simultaneously desperately trying to hold herself together just long enough until she was finally alone. Then she’d let it all out - feeling guilty for what went wrong, running the situation again and again in her head in an attempt to see if she could’ve done something more.  

The rest of your shift seemed to drag, as if time itself was crawling forward with no regard for how desperately you wanted to get home. Final rounds felt like they took more time, the corridors seemed longer somehow and the hands of the clock refused to move. You knew it was all in your head but that didn’t make it any better.  

Eventually though, the seconds ticked by and it was finally time for you to leave.  No time was wasted as you gathered your stuff and headed out the doors. You’d decided it would be worth changing out of your scrubs before you left but you had forgotten to get your coat back off Addie and only had a thin jacket to keep your warm. It was still raining, a little heavier and you jogged beneath the dark clouds to your car. Luckily you didn’t get too wet, just enough to dampen your clothes and hair. 

Thankfully the drive home wasn’t too long. The rhythmic pattering on rain on the metal roof provided a nice background as you drove through the streets. There was a little traffic, nothing terrible and you were soon pulling into your driveway. 

As you parked up, the rain fell down in relentless sheets, you dreaded stepping out into it but the knowledge you’d be welcomed to the feeling of warmth and your wife was amazing. A sudden bright flash caught your attentive followed by a loud, angry clap of thunder, “Oh great.” You found yourself mumbling and made a mental note to bring the bins in. Last time there’d been a storm you had to go on a 15-minute search to try and find your wheelie bins which had been blown away. 

“No point delaying the inevitable.” You said to yourself, and swung the car door open. Instantly you were battered with rain and grimaced as you ran to grab the bins from the end of the drive and dragged them up to be sheltered beside your porch.  The relief that washed over you as you felt the pouring rain ease off as you stepped beneath the roof was amazing. You were definitely going to need a shower later but first... 

“Hey I’m home.” Your voice called out into the house as you stepped inside, you shook off the rain and left your wet shoes at the door. You shrugged out of your wet jacket, letting it hang on the hook near the door, and called out again, "Addie?" 

The house was still quiet, the subtle hum of the heating was the only thing keeping it from silence. You hummed softly to yourself as you headed further inside. You glanced up towards the living room and felt your shoulders relax as flickering lights reflecting from inside. The soft glow of an orange lamp made you feel a little better as you rounded the corner and looked around. You could recognise those red curls anywhere. Addison was currently curled up on the sofa and it wasn’t until you got closer that you realised, she still had your coat draped over her. Her hair was still damp but not as soaked as earlier and you could see that she was staring blankly at the television, though it didn’t seem like she was actually watching anything. 

“Hey, you,” You murmured softly as you knelt down to be at her level, running your hand gently through her hair. She was a little colder than you would’ve liked and now that you looked closely, her skin was still dappled with goosebumps. 

Addison blinked slowly as if emerging from a fog, her red-rimmed eyes finally meeting yours. Her lips curved into a small, weak smile, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "You're home," she said, her voice hoarse, as though she’d been on the verge of tears or had already shed them when she thought no one would see. 

You smiled softly and came to sit beside her, warmth pooling in your stomach when she sat up and leant her body against you, the coat falling to the floor as she moved, “Yes, I’m home and you, my love, are freezing.” You mumbled as she involuntarily shivered, “What do you say to having a nice warm bath? I’ll run it all nice for you, I’ll even let you use my bubble bath.” 

She leaned into your further before taking a deep breath and exhaling with a small sigh, “A bath sounds nice.” She sniffled quietly after a moment, nodding as you helped her to sit up again. 

“Come on then darling.”  Your hand extended to take her own as you gently pulled her to her feet. She shuffled close beneath you as you nudged her in the direction of the bathroom, you heard her yawn widely and excused herself quietly as she followed you which made a small smile tug at the corners of your lips. She was always adorable when she was tired. 

Once inside the bathroom, you turned on the faucet, letting the water run until it was the perfect temperature. You added a generous amount of your favourite bubble bath (it smelled of strawberries) watching as the cloudy-like suds began to bubble up. Addison had been sitting in your bedroom as you got everything ready. As you put a fluffy, dark grey towel onto the heated rack, you heard the sound of small footsteps behind you. Looking in the mirror, you could see Addison hovering at the doorframe, a pair of your plaid pyjamas' in her hands.  

You chuckled quietly and turned around to meet her eyes, “You stealing from me now, is that what this is?” You smiled and expected her to give a small chuckle in return but what you didn’t expect was for her face to crumble up, her bottom lip quivering as tears began to spill from her eyes. Small tears turned to sobs within moments and your eyes were wide with guilt as she broke. 

“Baby- no- I'm so sorry-” Your apology began spilling from your lips as you rushed to comfort her, pulling her into a hug as she sobbed into your hold, “I didn’t mean to upset you love, I’m so sorry.” You rambled as you tried to console her, unsure if it was actually you that pushed her over the edge of the events from the day finally breaking her down. 

“I’m sorry,” Addison choked out between sobs, her fingers clutching your shirt as if you might disappear if she let go. “I didn’t mean to... I didn’t... I just—” 

“Shh, it’s okay, you don’t have to apologize.” You rocked her gently, holding her tighter. “You’ve been through a lot today. You don’t have to hold it together all the time, Addie.” 

She continued to cry, her breath coming in shallow gasps as she tried to get the words out. “I... I tried so hard... hours... we were so close... but—” She didn’t need to finish the sentence. You knew what she meant.  

The two of you held each other on the floor of your bathroom for almost half an hour, no words were spoken apart from the occasional shushing along with occasional hiccups and Addison tried to catch her breath. Once she’d seemed to be a little more stable you spoke up. 

“Addie, listen to me,” You spoke gently, pulling back just enough to tilt her chin up so she was looking at you. Her eyes were swollen, red from crying, and her bottom lip trembled. “You gave it everything. There’s nothing more you could’ve done. You’re human. Sometimes... sometimes we lose people, and it’s not fair, but that doesn’t mean it’s your fault.” 

She looked at you, her expression broken, and for a moment, you thought she might argue, but instead, she let out another shaky breath and buried her face in your chest again. You could feel her body gradually relaxing in your arms, the storm of emotions slowly subsiding, but the exhaustion was evident. She’d already been tired to begin with and this had taken away any reserves of energy she had. 

"Let’s get you in the bath, okay?" You suggested gently after a few minutes, rubbing her back as her sobs turned to quiet sniffles. 

She nodded, wiping her eyes as she cleared her throat, “You too?” Her voice was quiet but hopeful as she looked at you and then towards the water. It was clear what she wanted and you couldn’t hold back a small smile as you agreed. 

“Of course my love, let me just grab a towel.”  

When you returned, Addison let you get in first. The warm water felt amazing on every part of your body. You hadn’t really registered how tired you were yourself until then, too busy focusing on your wife and how she was. The bubbles made the room smell amazing and you breathed deeply as Addison slowly climbed in. Her body relaxed against yours, her head falling back to rest on your chest as your arms came to wrap around her. You couldn’t resist planting a small kiss to her red hair as she thanked you for getting everything ready for her. 

After washing her hair and body, the minutes flowed by, you felt her relaxing more and more. Her previously tense shoulders dropped as she allowed the water to surround her, the burdens of the day slowly melting away as she let her eyes occasionally flutter closed. It wasn’t until she closed them and didn’t open them for several minutes that you decided it would be probably best to get out. The water had started to cool anyway and was better to get out now rather than risk her becoming cold again. 

“You think its time to get out now, hm?” You nudged her gently to stir her awake from whatever day-dream she’d been in, “We’ll get you into those pj’s and I’ll make us some dinner, yeah?” 

“Dinner sounds good.” 

After helping Addison out of the bath, you wrapped her in the soft, fluffy towel, making sure to dry her off gently. Her skin was warm now, a marked improvement from earlier, though you could still see the weariness in her eyes. She took the pyjamas from earlier and held them out to you, offering them back. You took them from her hands and smiled at her, silently handing them back to her with a gentle nudge. She slipped them on and looked completely and utterly adorable. 

Once she was dressed, you handed her a brush, offering to untangle the wet knots in her hair. Addison nodded silently and turned, her back to you as she sat on the bed while you carefully worked through the red strands. The rhythmic strokes of the brush seemed to calm her. You took your time, letting her find peace in the simple, repetitive motion. 

“What are you in the mood to eat baby?” Setting the brush aside, you leaned down to kiss the top of her forehead. 

She hummed quietly, thinking for a moment, “Pasta?” The redhead asked hopefully after a moment, “The one you make with that really good sauce.” 

You knew exactly which she meant. “Pasta it is then. Are you going to just relax in here for a bit or come back and sit in the living room?” 

She sniffled, and cleared her throat as she followed you into the kitchen, instead of heading to the living room like you’d presumed she would, instead she followed you into the kitchen. She shuffled herself onto one of the small stools tucked into the island and watched you curiously as you began to take out ingredients for your pasta sauce. 

“Live cooking show?” You questioned with a smile, filling a pan of water and setting it to boil. You’d cooked the recipe hundreds of times. First you salted the pasta water and added a generous helping of fusilli. It was the best pasta for the recipe, not to mention your favourite. 

Addison continued to watch as you cooked, shuffling occasionally as she trying to get a better view of what you were doing. Addie wasn’t a bad cook herself, though she tended to lean more towards making sweet treats and cakes rather than hearty meals. Still, it was a passion you both shared and it wasn’t unusual to see the two of you cooking together. It was something which brought you closer and you cherished the time together. 

It was why you’d been able to slowly notice Addie becoming less and less engaged as time grew on. Her eyes were occasionally dropping closed and her posture seemed to slump. “Nearly done love.” You commented as she crossed her arms and fought back a shiver, “You getting cold again?” You sighed softly as you turned the simmering sauce down to a low heat. 

She shrugged, “A little.” 

You hummed and set the spoon you’d being using to periodically stir before you chuckled, "If I come back to my kitchen burning down, you’re taking the blame.” Before quickly heading to the bedroom, grabbing your fluffy blue robe which had been hanging on the door and jogged back to her. 

“Here, darling,” You smiled, handing it out to her which she gratefully pulled it around her shoulders, sinking into the warm fabric. It was a good robe, heavy and comforting and she continued to wear it as you finished plating up your pasta. 

It was delicious and hit the spot Addison twirled a forkful of fusilli, taking small bites in silence. She still looked worn, her eyes tired, but she stilled managed to eat the majority of it before she smiled gratefully and pushed her plate forward. 

“Thank you love.” She murmured as you took her plate and put it in the sink. Addison was a firm believer in “I cook, you clean” but you weren’t having any of it, insisting it was completely fine and you would take care of all the mess. You’d already done the majority of it, making an effort to clean up as you went along, all there was left was the dishes.  

There was no time wasted as you quickly cleaned up. Wiping down the surfaces and putting away the freshly washed dishes. Addison remained seated; her eyes heavy with exhaustion but following your every motion with a quiet appreciation. Every now and then, she sipped from her glass of water, her body curled up inside your fluffy robe. 

When you finally finished, you turned to her with a warm smile, walking over to press a soft kiss to her forehead. "All done, love. Now, I think it’s time we head to bed." 

She didn’t object and the pair of you headed back to the bedroom, crawling under the soft sheets and getting snuggled without each other's arms. Her body pressed against yours. It didn’t take long for her breathing to even out as she got comfortable within your hold, her red hair was still a little damp but you didn’t have the heart to wake her up just for the sake of drying it properly. 

Eventually you couldn’t avoid the pull of sleep for much longer, you let your mind wander off as you drifted into a soft, much welcomed sleep. 

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If only the two of you could’ve stayed asleep forever, curled up in a peaceful trance. Unfortunately your morning alarm had other ideas and blared off into the silent room, shaking the pair of you out of your slumber. 

You groaned quietly as you rolled over, whacking you hand at the loud, beeping phone on your nightstand in an attempt to quell its yelling. It didn’t work, instead you just ended up slapping your hand on the wooden table. You groaned again. Sitting up properly this time, you turned off the alarm and swung your legs over the side of the bed. 

Padding into the bathroom, you splashed some water on your face, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you thought back to the night before. Noticing the unusual silence from your wife, you leaned back to look into the room, shaking your head fondly when she saw she was still curled up beneath the sheets. Her red hair poking out from within. 

There was no harm in letting her sleep in a little longer. You always liked to set your alarms 15 minutes earlier than necessary to give yourself some extra leeway in the mornings. However, even after you’d brushed your teeth, tied back your hair and done some light makeup, there was still no sign of Addison getting herself up. 

You sighed softly and finished up in the bathroom before coming back and kneeling at the side of the bed. She had her head buried in a pillow. You smiled to yourself, enjoying the sight for a moment. With a gentle touch, you reached to stray red curls from her forehead before gently shaking her shoulder. "Addie, time to wake up," You murmured quietly as she stirred. 

She let out a quiet groan, burying her face deeper into the pillow. "Five more minutes..." she mumbled, you were expecting her usual slightly thicker morning voice, maybe even her grumpy voice. However instead what you heard was congested and thick. A sick Addie voice. 

"Addie," You repeated, your brows furrowing a little as you heard her voice, "Oh , you don’t sound great, baby. You okay?”  

She sniffled and nodded, “I’m fine.” 

“You dont sound-” 

“I said I’m fine Y/N.” 

Her stubbornness was nothing new, especially when it came to work. Addison had always been driven—almost to a fault. It was one of the things you loved about her, but right now, it was frustrating. She shifted under the covers, sitting up slowly, wincing as she did. You could see the exhaustion weighing on her, dark circles under her eyes. Honestly you shouldn’t had been so surprised she woke up like this. She’d been thoroughly soaked yesterday, completely sending her body temperature out of whack. She’d never reacted well to changes like that and her defences were down, of course she’d been an easy victim for the first bug to come her way. 

She was moving slower than usual, clearly feeling the effects of whatever was working its way through her body. You didn't even need to press a hand to her forehead to know she was running a slight fever; the pale tint to her cheeks, the slight sheen of sweat on her skin, and the way she kept sniffling were all clear signs. 

“Addie, love, you can just get back in bed sweetheart.” You murmured, following behind as she headed into the bathroom, “I’ll tell work that you’re out of commission for today. They’ll understand.” 

She gave you a pointed look and closed the bathroom door. Well. Clearly getting back into bed was out of the question. There wasn’t much you could do right now apart from getting yourself ready, you’d try again once she was finished in the bathroom. 

Getting dressed; you had been pulling on your shirt when you heard her sneeze three times in moderately quick succession. You couldn’t help but shake your head sympathetically. Usually, Addie would change into her scrubs at work like you did so you set out a relatively cosy outfit for her to wear, setting the folded clothes on the end of the bed. 

You were just gathering up your things when Addison emerged from the bathroom looking just as pale as before, with a slight flush to her cheeks that matched the pallor of her hair. She’d wrapped her hair into a messy bun, though some strands had already fallen loose, and her eyes were puffy from congestion. 

She eyed the clothes you’d set out for her, biting the bottom her lip before picking them up and beginning to change. Addison could feel your eyes watching her as she changed, not in the flirty way she’d prefer but in the worried, concerned way she’d rather ignore. 

The silent tension got the better of her however and the redhead shot you a look, part stubbornness, part exhaustion. “I’ll be fine, Y/N,” She mumbled through her hoarse voice. She sniffled damply, rubbing at her nose as she grabbed her work bag. “I can’t just stay home. I’ve got back-to-back surgeries and I’m meant to be on call tonight.” 

“Someone can always cover you.” You murmured in return but you knew it would hardly convince her. There was no point trying to change her mind, it would only end with her getting frustrated and that was the last thing you wanted.  

She’d turned away your offer of breakfast but you’d manage to talk her into at least taking a smoothie with her. By the time you’d poured it into her cup it was time to set off so pushing aside your reluctance, you offered to drive her there. The idea of letting a very likely feverish Addie behind the wheel of a 2-tonne vehicle wasn’t overly appealing. 

The storm hadn’t relented much overnight, the sky was dark and overcast, rain drizzling down as you drove to work. You occasionally stole quick glances at your wife in the passenger seat, she was slumped in her seat a little and staring out the window. You were 99% sure she was leaning her forehead against it. The sound of Addison shuffling in her seat caught your attention, your eyes cast over in time to watch as she rubbed at her nose, her expression shifting whatever itch she was trying to stave off failed and moments later she was stifling a sneeze against the back of her hand. 

“Bless you, Bless you,” You repeated when she repeated the action a few seconds later, only this time she didn’t stifle and let out a small satisfied sound afterwards, “There’s tissues in my bag if you need them.” 

But she simply shook her head and sniffled quietly before letting her head return to its prior position against the cool glass, “I’m fine, thank you.” 

You gave her a sideways glance, but didn't push the issue. When you finally pulled up to the hospital, Addison shifted, unbuckling her seatbelt slowly. You could see the way she winced as she moved, a grimace crossing her face as she grabbed her bag. You wanted to tell her one more time to reconsider—maybe just take the morning off, at least—but before you could speak, she leaned over and kissed your cheek, her lips warm against your skin. 

“I’ll see you later love,” She whispered, her voice already sounding strained, you couldn’t imagine what a day of talking would do to it. 

You nodded, biting back your protests. “Please take it easy, Addie. And if you need me, call, okay?” 

She shut the car door and headed inside – luckily she’d brought a coat this time. When the door closed, you took a moment to gather yourself and let out a deep sigh. Of course you loved Addison, she was just too stubborn for her own good sometimes. She knew it herself and while she made improvements from the past, it was still something she had to work on.  

Grabbing your bag, you headed inside, jogging beneath the room and relishing in the warmth of the hospital as you stepped through the entrance. Changing into your scrubs only took a few minutes and you were finally ready to start your day. It wasn’t exactly easy to focus on your work when you knew for a fact your wife was somewhere in that same hospital feeling miserable and ill but you had to push the thought to the back of your mind as you began doing rounds.  

Every so often you’d try and grab one of the interns she usually had following her round but they seemed to be avoiding you today, always running from one place to the next, looking more stressed out than usual.  

The day hadn’t been too eventful. Originally you weren’t meant to have surgery today but after someone came in with emergency appendicitis, you found yourself in the OR for a few hours - having to correct a clumsy interns mistake. By the time you’d finished, it was already past your shared lunch hour which meant you weren’t able to meet your wife as you usually did, an act (which even though you knew you shouldn’t) made you feel a little guilty. 

You’d had no word from the redhead since she started and it had worried you a little. The first place you checked was her office but you only saw her bag sitting on the desk with no sign she’d been here much today. There was no sign on her in the OR for the afternoon so when Karev had passed you in the corridor, you pulled him aside, “Have you seen Addison lately? I checked the board and she’s not in surgery.” 

He shifted a little uncomfortably and crossed his arms, causing you to change your stance and raise an eyebrow, “Alex, I already know she’s ill. I just want to check on her.” Your voice was soft, revealing a little vulnerability. Luckily this seemed to have worked as he sighed and pointed down the corridor. 

“Last time I saw she was coughing and spluttering over a water fountain.” He shook his head disapprovingly, “I’m presuming you couldn’t convince her to stay home?” 

You matched his gesture, “You know what she’s like.” He agreed and you thanked him for the information before heading in the general direction he pointed you in, of course she was not still by the fountain. You’d just been about to page her when your ears pricked up as you heard the sound of a rough muffled cough. Turning around you made a confused face as you saw there was no-one else in the corridor. Humming, you looked towards the linen closet a few feet away. 

Supposing there was nothing to lose, you walked over and pushed the door open, light flooding into the dark room. You didn’t see anything at first but squinting, you could make out the vague shape of someone of the back of the closet. Switching on the small light, your heart dropped to your knees as you saw those recognisable red curls. Addison was slumped on the floor, her fever-flushed face resting against the rack of sheets. 

“Oh sweetheart,” You murmured in the smallest voice as you closed the door, locking it before kneeling at her side. Raising a hand to her forehead, you brushed away damp strands of hair. Beads of sweat were lining her brow and you sighed as you recognised the undeniable heat of a high fever radiating from her skin. 

It was hard to believe she had been trying to power through her shift like this. Brushing her hair back again, you gently squeezed her shoulder. "Addie, hey sweetie," You murmured softly, trying not to startle her, “Wake up for me beautiful girl.” 

She stirred sluggishly, blinking up at you with glassy eyes. "Mhh?” She mumbled something you couldn’t quite work out and sniffled thickly, hardly having time to wake up before she ducked into her arm with a damp sneeze. It sounded harsh and obviously hurt from the way she winced afterwards. 

After murmuring a bless you and handing her a tissue from the packet you’d slipped into your pocket, you asked, “What are you doing napping in a linen closet baby?” You knew that she could have easily slipped into an on-call room and slept there so it wasn’t hard to work out that her linen-closet nap wasn’t intentional. 

Addison accepted the tissue and rubbed it beneath her red tinged nose, sniffling as she tried to sit up a little, her head still spinning as she blinked against the overhead light. “I just... got dizzy. I needed to sit down for a moment.” It was clear she was out of it, her answer sounding more like a question as she spoke and a few moments later, you were rubbing her back in worriedly as she racked forward with a horrible, harsh cough. 

“You sound terrible baby.” 

She shook her head weakly, clearly trying to muster some strength but failing miserably. "It’s not that bad. She tried to insist. her voice cracking before she broke into another round of painful-sounding coughs. You winced just hearing it. 

“That’s new,” You murmured, concern and worry seeping into your words, “How long have you been coughing like that sweetheart?”  

She seemed to think for a moment and sniffled thickly, coughing again before mumbling “Just a few hours.” Your wife cleared her throat with an agitated sound and let her head fall back against the rack making you bite your lip with worry. 

Without another word, you quickly stood up and grabbed the small digital thermometer from your coat pocket. It wasn’t something you normally carried, but with flu season hitting hard, it had become a necessity around the hospital. Kneeling back beside her, you pressed it against her temple. 

Addison closed her eyes, too exhausted to protest. After a few moments, the thermometer beeped, and your stomach dropped as you read the number. 

“Poor girl, you’re nowhere near well enough to be here. Come on, we’re going home.” Your tone held no room for arguments and well, Addie didn’t really have the energy to be stubborn anymore. She felt too terrible and all she really wanted to do now was to go home and crawl back into bed where she should’ve stayed to begin with. 

Finally, Addison nodded and you wrapped your arm around her waist as you helped her up off the floor. She stumbled and swayed a little so you kept your hold tight as you got her out of the closet, “You still dizzy?” She nodded and walked slowly, the both of you taking your time as you headed down the corridor. Stopping off at her office, you grabbed her bags and coat, wrapping it around her before quickly jogging to your office to grab your things. Changing could wait. All that was important now was getting her home 

You pulled out your phone and sent a quick text to the chief explaining the situation, knowing he’d be sympathic. You slipped your phone back into your pocket, your focus fully returning to Addison. Her breathing was shallow, and every step seemed like an effort, but she leaned into you, grateful for your support. Her body trembled slightly, whether from the fever or exhaustion, you couldn’t be sure. What mattered most now was getting her home, out of the fluorescent hospital lights and away from the sterile walls that she'd been pushing herself to work within for far too long. 

Before long, you were helping Addison back into your car, putting your bags on the backseat before closing the passenger seat down. She was coughing when you slipped into the passenger seat and you instantly reached across to rub her back. She cleared her throat and looked over at you. 

“Thanks for taking care of me.” Her voice sounded so hoarse but you knew exactly what she was saying regardless, “I know I should’ve come home sooner. I’m sorry.” 

You smiled, shushing her softly, “You don’t need to apologise, we’re going home now that’s all that matters. We’ll have you feeling better soon, okay?” 

“I love you.” 

“Love you too sweetheart.” 

As the pair of you drove home, you could see Addison begin to drop off as her head periodically bobbed forwards, her eyes beginning to close on their own accord. 

It wasn’t long before she had fully given into her exhaustion. You couldn’t help but feel relieved now that Addison was finally safely nestled in your passenger seat, her exhausted body leaning fully against the door as she slept against the window, her mouth open a little as small, stuffy snores rose from her. She’d definitely be out of work for the next few days, likely the week so you made a mental note to call at the pharmacy on your way home. It wouldn’t be long before you got her home, ready to tuck her up into bed and dote on her every need. 

Yes, you’d taken care of her last night and you were more than happy to do it all again. 

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[awkward-fink]

Never knew it was possible to have inflamed vocal chords and how the f*** did I even manage that? But hey, im on medical leave for the week, have the order to not open my mouth to speak. So, I can write some sick!Character things. Mood. Im bored... not talking is way harder than i expected....

[elpuppies]

Illness in the french camp we are so back

[lovethatlaiduslow]

Chapters: 2/2 Fandom: Fullmetal Alchemist - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Characters: Edward Elric, Alphonse Elric, Riza Hawkeye, Jean Havoc, Maes Hughes, Roy Mustang Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Sickfic, Automail Talk, Parental Roy Mustang, ish, Angst with a Happy Ending, Team as Family Summary:

Roy is put to the test when one of Edward’s first assignments goes awry and he contracts a mysterious, deadly illness just a few months after joining the military.

[silverhyenaart]

Please forgive my personal indulgence, but I've got an excellent example of just such right here!!!

Bored af. Send me your absolute favourite sickfic tropes, like the ones that when you read them you have the urge to get up and pace through your entire dwelling several times before sitting back down

[shesinchargeareyoukidding]

The new chapter I’m sobbing. Eddie needs a break man (but also no bc I love angst/whump)

Eddie needs a break man (but also no bc I love angst/whump)

^That´s literally me writing whump omg

Thankyou so, so much for your message! Made me giggle and kick my feet.

[ineedpaigebuckets]

a pazzi sickfick please!! sick azzi babied by her sweet gf

imma take care of you

an: this one's really cute🤗i like

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the second azzi wakes up there's a scratch at her throat. she doesn't even open her eyes as she nuzzles herself into paige's warm body. her skin is hot but she's shivering and feels undeniably cold. paige's already awake, so she presses a soft kiss on azzis head.

"morning baby." her voice is cheery as usually azzi is quite the morning person. azzi just lets out a raspy groan and paige can instantly sense what's wrong when her hot forehead presses against paige's neck.

"y'okay. lost your voice huh?" she asks her hand on azzis cheek and her arm on her waist holding her close to her.

"mmmh freezing." azzi mumbles as her body shivers against paige's warm skin. paige places her lips on azzis forehead and then moves her forehead to her cheek.

"shit az your burning up." she looks down at her girlfriend. still beautiful with her big tired eyes and hair splayed all over the place. she brushes back her hair and kisses her softly.

"imma take care of you my little princess." this gets a giggle out of azzi which makes paige smile.

"imma go get you some medicine alright?" azzi just groans and rolls off of paige with a cough. when she comes back she has a box of tissues, a water bottle, cough medicine and advil, and azzis favorite book.

"kay here's these." she puts the tissue box down and hands azzi the small cup of couch medicine.

"i know you don't wanna. but you gotta take it for me alright." paige fights back before azzi even says anything about not wanting to take it. she just nods and chugs it gown with a disgusted face which is quickly fixed as paige hands her the water bottle. she drinks some and paige hands her some advil.

"take this too then we're all done okay." azzi nods and takes the advil before paige crawls back in bed and taking her shirt off so azzi can lay against her warm skin.

"me too." azzi grumbles as she sticks her hands up and paige smiles as she takes off her shirt for her. she lays on her girlfriends bare chest and smiles at the warmth.

"thanks paigey." paige just smiles and grabs her book.

"brought you this too. want me to read it to you." azzi nods as she's curled up into paige's chest like a baby.

"p you know you cant read." paige just scoffs and starts to read the book as azzi slowly drifts back to sleep on her chest.