#sicktember

[sicktember]

It's that time again, friends! The mods have assembled a new list of fun prompts for the upcoming Sicktember season. As always, there will be 30 prompts and 5 Alternative Prompts.

We will use polls again this year to allow you some say in two of the prompts. The first one will be posted over the next few days The second will be posted mid-May.

The official September 2024 Prompt list will be posted on Saturday, June 15th and we can't wait to share it with you!

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Pesky Period Pains

Prompt: Cramping Pain

Pairings: Wandanat x R

Word count: 2.3K

Summary: you had managed to stave off periods but you could only do that for so long. But its very hard to hide things in the compound especially from your girlfriends.

TW: pain medicine, blood, period, cramps, bleeding on the bed (idk if that a warning or not lol), non-sexual nudity, Reader has their clothes removed (not in a bad way though don’t worry … you’ll see), hiding injuries / sickness, slight angst,

A/n whats this? A fic without vomiting for once? Crazy.

Curled up in bed the day had been going well until you realised you took to long to get more of your birth control. Your doctor had put you on birth control in your early teens before you became and avenger, your cramps being too painful for you to function and resulting in you missing a-lot of school. But you ran out last week and your ADHD had been kicking your ass lately so you forgot about the much needed trip to the chemist. Thinking you could just go tomorrow as its not like your period would appear over night. wrong.

Nat and Wanda were training in the gym like they did every Tuesday while you slept in. But when you realised with the first pang of pain in your midsection that it was a little too late for the birth control to stave off the period pains, you groaned. stuffing your face back into your pillow, before swallowing the urge to scream in frustration. you got up and threw on a pad before getting dressed quickly. you were craving chocolate. you could survive the cramps until after breakfast, and you couldn’t take painkillers on an empty stomach.

you had just finished drowning your pancakes in chocolate syrup and were not throwing back the tablets and some water when your girlfriends arrived. Nat smiled widely and came over to kiss you and hug you. “Detka,” you groaned, “your all gross and sweaty.” nat squeezed you in the hug chuckling before planting a kiss on your forehead. Wanda didn’t seem as happy. she sensed your discomfort before she even made it into the door. to be honest she sensed it from the gym, feigning exhaustion in favour of ending training early to check on you.

“what were you doing before we got here?” Wanda asked, hands crossed over her chest.

“making pancakes.” you shrugged, hiding a grimace as it jostled your midsection.

“i saw you put something in your mouth, Y/n don’t lie to me.” she was more concerned than angry but it did come across that way to you.

“i. was. eating. my. pancakes. Wanda.” you grit out, glad it seemed more like annoyance than the fact another cramp had hir rather hard.

“whatever.” Wanda dismissed angrily walking to get herself some pancakes. Nat frowned, normally Wanda was really sweet with you, only ever stern if you were being stubborn. she shrugged at you and followed Wanda to get some breakfast, only having had her pre workout shake so far. you didn’t wait for them, quickly finishing your pancakes and going to take a shower.

the girls frowned at your empty place when they returned and Wanda sighed. “somethings up with her nat i can sense it.”

meanwhile you stepped under the warm water, watching the red circle the drain and letting the heat relax your muscles. when another cramp hit you rested your head on your arm which steadied you against the wall. you didn’t want to risk leaving blood in your shared bathroom knowing nat was see it with her spy training, she noticed everything. Wanda would just freakout if she knew you were bleeding but didn’t know where from. And most importantly you didn’t want to bother them with your problems, feeling you were being a bit too needy lately having been sick the week before last.

you had come back to your old room, the one you stayed in before moving it with your girls. it was still your space. your gaming computer was still here, your switch and all your drawing stuff and tablet. your posters of Percy Jackson and your girlfriends still adorned the walls and the rainbow lights still worked above your desk. the bed had black sheets and you even still had some of your clothes in here. your many sketchbooks sat on the floating shelf by the desk and your blue couch and fluffy red blanket were still in the corner. the 84inch tv, courtesy of tony was mounted on the wall opposite the bed and you had painted a mural of the city scape on the far wall. it was as much your home as the room across the hall. your girls often found you in here during the day either drawing or gaming.

but you hadnt showered in here since moving to sleep over the hall. nat heard the running water as she went past, assuming you had done it so she could shower after her training this morning, she shrugged it off. unusual but not insane.

once you turned the water off you carefully towel dried yourself trying to avoid getting blood on the fluffy towel. getting dressed in fluffy pants and your oversized red hoodie nat had bought you at Disneyland, the one with the big picture of Mickey mouse on the front, you went and laid on the bed. after mindlessly scrolling through Netflix and putting on a random movie you snuggled up. after a few minutes the exhaustion of your body rebuilding an organ wiped you out and you fell asleep.

Wanda carefully opened the door to your room. frowning at yhe sight of you curled up asleep in the middle of the day. this was unlike you. the tv had an action movie playing and the sound of gunfire should have woken you up, but you slept on. Wanda turned out the lights and muted the tv before going to talk to nat.

“I’m telling you nat something’s off, shes been acting weird all day.”

“I’m sure shes fine, shes a big girl wands.” nat sighed drying her hair with a towel.

“i don’t know, you know how it is when shes hurt, she wont tell us even if shes bleeding out on the floor.” Wanda huffed pacing and running her hands through her hair.

“why don’t we go cuddle up to her in bed and we’ll talk to her when shes up again?”

“ok” Wanda sighed in defeat.

after carefully lifting the sheets and sliding in either-side of you nat took the tv remote frowning at the cheesy action movie.

“you cant even shoot arrows like that in real life.” she grumbled putting on something that Wanda would like. a sit com.

still asleep you curled up around Wanda’s leg as she lent against the headboard and ran her hands through your hair.

“she looks so fragile when she sleeps natty.” Wanda cooed

“thats because its hard to be a cocky asshole when your sleeping.” nat teased. but it wasn’t fun without your sharp come backs to quip against her.

“naaattt leave her alone shes cute when she sleeps.” looking down at you she noticed a grimace on your face when you held onto her leg tighter. thinking you were having a nightmare she went to wake you. unbeknownst to her it was just the medicine having worn off and the painfully cramps coming back full force. before Wanda could gently wake you, you shot up, blinking rapidly before feeling the wetness of the bed and shooting off the bathroom to change clothes. Wanda and nat frowned at each-other, you hadn’t even noticed them. nat hopped up and knocked on the door.

“y/n/n? can i come in?” she asked. you froze. what were they doing here.

“Y/n/n?” nat asked again.

“natty… um you should come here.” Wanda quietly said from the bed. she had pulled back the sheets to find a wet bloodstain on the sheets. Nat’s eyes widened almost comically.

“y/n let us in right now.” she banged her fists on the door. just as she swung to knock the door down you opened it, her foot stopping mid air as she tried not to kick you or fall over. at the sight of your bloody clothes she jumped into action. extending your arms with her hands she searched your body before stopping and looking you dead in the eyes.

“strip.” she said. you balked.

“what?”

“you heard me. strip. or i’ll have Wanda use her wiggly woos to do it for me.”

“natty-“

“No.”

“wands-“

“I’m with nat on this one sweetheart. we need to know your ok.” Wanda cooed softly having walked in behind nat.

“I’m fi-“

“if you were going to say your fine we found your blood on the sheets. so we know your not.”

before you were able to reply you were hit with a rather painful cramp that made you double over in an attempt to stop the pain. you groaned loudly and both your girls sprung into action. they knew you didn’t get periods so that couldn’t be it. but the last mission was weeks ago and you hadn’t left the compound without them since. so how did you get hurt? Nat was at your side in an instance. “y/n/n baby where does it hurt?” she ran a hand down your back up and down your spine. you merely groaned in response still hunched over.

“wands I’m gonna need you to-“

“don’t worry it got it.” she replied. before you could think you felt the cold air hit as you were suddenly without clothes. Nat’s eyes grew wide as she saw the red between your legs. you felt tears slide down your cheeks as the girls understood. they had seen you naked before so it didn’t bother you plus you knew you were safe with your girlfriends.

“oh sweetheart.” Wanda cooed, picking you up. “did you get your period love?”

more tears fell as she carried you bridal style to the bath. with a wave of her wrist there was warm water in the tub and her clothes were also gone. gently she hopped in placing you curled up in her lap. nat removed her clothes to show toned muscle and slipped in beside her. it was a big tub, tony was not one to spare expenses much to peppers dismay when she first brought home Morgan to find a car already with custom plates with Morgan’s name on it in the garage.

“tony what the hell is this?” she had asked pointing to the car, Morgan’s carseat in her hand.

“well its called planning my dear wife.”

“planning is writing it out on paper not buying it 16 years early.”

Wanda chuckled at the memory before focusing back on your. she carded a hand though your hair and you whined softly.

“gonna made the water dirty.” you whined “and i ruined my hoodie.” you sniffled “the one you and natty bought me from disneyland.” you cried. nat rubbed a circle on your back knowing this was the work of pesky hormones but doing nothing to invalidate your feelings. Wanda smiled down at you.

“why are you smiling.” you sobbed.

“oh sweetheart do you forget i have magic sometimes.” Wanda cooed

“oh.” you hiccuped.

“its already clean and folded on the bed which has fresh sheets.” she started kissing you all over your face, tasting the salty tears. “and natty and I will buy you ten more if we need to. anything for our sweet girl.”

“even the goofy one?” you smiled looking up with teary eyes.

nat chuckled. they were so whipped for you. “anything you can ever dream of of my love.” nat cooed. “and whatever we can buy with the new black master-card i have from tony.”

“how-“ you were going to ask how but another cramp hit and tears flooded your eyes as blood swirled in the bathwater.

“oh sweetheart don’t cry.” Wanda cooed seeing the water was making you upset she waved her hand and the blood disappeared from the water.

“honey i wouldn’t care if the bath was 100% blood as long as your ok. i would do anything for you.”

“we.” nat corrected “we would do anything for you.” Wanda rubbed circles over your stomach and her fingers glowed a soft red hue in the bath water as she took away some of the pain for you. you sighed in relief at her magic touch.

“and to answer your question, all it took was a little blackmail.” you laughed at her smirk.

“come one love lets get you washed up.”

when Wanda had finished scrubbing your body clean for you, you were too tired to do it yourself. nat dried you with a towel and slipped you back into your comfy and now, thanks to Wanda, clean clothes.

curling up in bed with nat, Wanda returned with food for all of you and a mountain of all different kinds of chocolate and popcorn.

“I vote we have a movie day today.” Wanda proposed. nat smiled at you and brushed the hair from your face, “id love that” she agreed “ what about you Y/n/n?”

“only if i get lots of hugs.” you mumbled in an embarrassed way that made the redheads hearts skip a beat.

“alright then.” wand climbed in beside you and put down the tray of food. “you get first pick Y/n/n” Wanda grinned and nat passed you the remote.

“here you go” you took it and placed a chocolate in your mouth. going to reach for another Wanda lightly slapped your hand away.

“food first.” she chided softly. you pouted and picked a movie. after the first 20 minutes or so you hd finished lunch and were happily curled in the arms of your girls munching chocolate. maybe you should get your period more often you thought. then another cramp hit making you keen softly. never-mind you thought. Wanda ran her magic fingers over you lower back and the pain stopped. you knew then and there your girls would always be there. you were never going to be alone again.

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[skyloftian-nutcase]

Wind felt miserable.

Not that he hadn't felt worse, of course. Because he totally had. Getting almost killed by Ganondorf? Way worse.

But still. He felt pretty bad.

His head was pounding. His nose was all stuffed up. His throat was scratchy, and his stomach churned uncomfortably. It wasn't the end of the world, really. It just... sucked.

Wind shifted uncomfortably in the bed. He could see dull light shining through the window, an indication that the others would likely be getting up. He wasn't keen on being the last one up (not that it was possibly - Sky would likely sleep another hour at least, if allowed); the last thing he wanted was for the rest of the group to think he couldn't handle a simple cold.

Sniffling, Wind slowly sat up, wincing as he swallowed against his worsening sore throat. He remembered when he got sick on his first journey. He remembered how isolating it was, all of a sudden, not having anyone to take care of him. He remembered learning that he had to rely on himself.

He knew he didn't necessarily have that same issue here. But everyone else had been babying him enough. He didn't need to give them an excuse.

But he felt miserable.

"Sailor?"

Wind jumped, startled, looking up to see Hyrule hovering over him. His friend had a strangely wary look to him, eyebrow raised.

"Yeah?" Wind winced at how bad his voice sounded.

Hyrule's eyebrows drew downward and together, concentration written on his face as he leaned forward to put a hand to the teenager's forehead. Wind immediately reeled back, swatting him away.

"I'll be fine," Wind insisted. He felt bad for rebuffing the traveler, but stubbornness and pride overruled. He was a Hero of Hyrule just like the rest of them, he didn't need special treatment for a cold.

"It's dangerous to assume so when you can sleep somewhere safe," Hyrule noted, letting his hand fall to his side. "Get some more rest."

"I'm okay!"

"It's way too freaking early for people to be yelling," Legend snapped as he stormed over. Wind shriveled back a hair, knowing how irritable the veteran hero could be this early in the morning, but then he puffed out his chest in defiance.

"Yeah, well, Traveler's babying me when I don't need it," Wind argued.

"You sound like a goose blowing through a bugle," Legend immediately fired back, crossing his arms. "We're not leaving yet anyway."

Wind was outnumbered and he knew it. It didn't help that his own mind and heart were at war, desperate for some comfort when he felt so poorly but also trying to save face.

The door opened as Wild reentered the room, having likely woken up ages ago. He paused when he saw the trio, tilting his head to the side. "What's up?"

"Our sailor is sick," Hyrule reported.

"Oh. Want some tea?"

Wind wilted into the bed. Tea sounded great, actually. But what sounded even better was his grandmother's soup, his pillow fluffed, the sound of the ocean lulling him back to sleep, and his family's warm presence. The fight was quickly draining out of him. He just wanted to stop feeling awful.

He tried one last time, though the sound of defeat was already in his tone. "I'll be okay, guys."

Legend hummed. "Wonder what the captain of the old man would think of that."

Wind stiffened. "Don't you dare!"

The veteran laughed. "Then lay back down, you congested goose."

Huffing, Wind irritably tucked his feet back under the blanket and glared at the trio as he laid down once more. Legend smirked in smug satisfaction, while Wild gave a gentler smile, leaving to presumably make tea. Hyrule watched him the longest, expression gentle, before nodding to himself and plopping on his own bed, fiddling with his bag.

Wind wasn't sure when he had fallen back asleep. All he knew was when he woke it was to someone brushing hair out of his face, it was to the smell of peppermint, the gentle murmurs of several voices, the pitter patter of rain on the roof, the soft glow of candlelight. He peeled one eye open blearily and saw Time sitting beside his bed, gaze elsewhere while his fingers mindlessly twirled a lock of Wind's hair. Someone was talking to him, it seemed. A cup of tea was on the nightstand, nice and warm as steam curled lazily from its contents.

One last, tiny, stubborn voice protested the scenario, eager to prove himself. He ignored it. He felt miserable, and he wanted comfort. Wind let Time continue to card through his hair for a little while longer. Then he'd sit up and drink the tea Wild had made.

Then he'd let his newfound family take care of him, just like he always did back home.

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Angel, Baby, Sweetheart, Sunshine

Sicktember Day 22:  Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson

Words: 500 | Rating: M | CW: mentions of drug use, sex, and edge play

Summary: Steve loves all the pet names Eddie has for him.

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Steve loved the way Eddie used pet names and was surprised at how many there were. 

Big boy was first, and it had caught Steve off-guard. He’d never been called something that left him equally confused and amused. 

Eddie only proved to have more pet names in his arsenal. 

Angel came soon after.

They’d both been insomniacs the night before, sharing joints on the patio as they watched the stars shift to sunrise. The sun’s soft golden light stretched across their bedroom and Steve rolled over closer to nudge Eddie awake. 

The pet name mumble-rolled from Eddie’s mouth. 

A few more minutes, angel

Steve paused at the pet name, relishing in it. Angel. 

Eddie had uttered it with breathy ease, as if the name was meant solely for him. 

And when Eddie woke, he murmured it again, voice still thick with sleep. 

Good morning, angel

Warmth bloomed in Steve’s heart and spread through his chest and he cuddled Eddie closer.

Baby was next. 

Baby, Steve learned, was reserved for the bedroom. 

Baby was whispered in Steve’s ear while Steve moaned through Eddie’s rhythmic thrusts from behind. 

Baby was hushed between soft praises and softer commands as Eddie edged him.

A little longer, baby, so good for me

Steve was a spool of thread, woven with want and need, and Eddie wound him tighter and tighter before finally allowing Steve to unravel and come undone in his arms. And then, Eddie stitched Steve back together with the same pet name and praise. 

I got you baby, you did so good 

And Steve was left delightfully buzzing as the world crackled back to clarity. 

Sweetheart was the Sour Patch Kid pet name, either sweet or snarky.

When Steve came home from his day of teaching, Eddie was immediately on alert as Steve coughed into his elbow. Steve was sick; there was no denying it. 

You sound terrible, sweetheart , Eddie tutted, and filled the kettle to make tea.

When the pet name came snarky, it was complete with Eddie’s best cocky smile and his brown eyes glinting.

Sweetheart, you haven’t seen anything yet , Eddie would challenge, one hand caressing the neck of his guitar while the other fingered his guitar pick. 

Sunshine was Steve’s favorite. 

It was always uttered with intention, and always served with a thick layer of love between its letters. 

Steve loved hearing sunshine woven into songs that Eddie sang to millions. He loved knowing it was him Eddie was referring to when he sang about sunshine warm on his skin. 

You’re mine, sunshine

I bathe in your beams, struck silent, self-aware and sun-kissed

It wasn’t just Eddie’s songs, either.

Sunshine was everywhere.

Eddie breathed sunshine between sunset kisses on the patio, and sunshine on firefly summer evenings at the lake. Eddie enthusiastically declared how much he loved sunshine both onstage and again backstage. 

I love you, sunshine

Each name was endearing and left Steve enveloped in comfort. 

And Steve knew he’d always be Eddie’s. 

Eddie’s angel, baby, sweetheart, sunshine.

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Doctor Google

〚 Day 16 - Consulting the Internet/Web MD 〛

〚 Pairing - Kara Danvers x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Kara may not really know exactly how to look after her sick girlfriend, but google sure does. 〛

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“Kara- Kara! It’s just a sore throat, I’m not dying!” You had to raise your voice to attract the attention of the rapidly pacing blonde in front of you, the use of her superspeed making her dizzying to watch. 

Kara finally came to a halt, her worried blue eyes locking onto yours. She looked like she was about to cry. "But, but you're in pain, and I don't know how to help you. I mean, I can stop bank robbers and save people from burning buildings, but I can’t do anything, and I can literally hear how congested you are!” 

You couldn't help but chuckle at Kara's adorable display of concern. Her superhero abilities were indeed awe-inspiring, but when it came to taking care of her sick girlfriend, it seemed she was as lost as anyone else. 

“It’s okay, really. I mean you’ve seen Alex sick right? I’m not going to die.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, albeit you regretted the decision when it sent you into a rough sounding cough causing Kara to zip to your side in an instant, rubbing her hand down your back in a soothing manner. 

Her hand on your back was surprisingly warm (mainly due to her Kyrptonian body running a few degrees warmer than your own) and you couldn't help but lean into her touch. She was trying so hard to take care of you, and it melted your heart. 

She stayed by your side for a while before seemingly getting an idea which had her practically jumping off the sofa and racing off to grab something. When she Kara returned, her eyes were glued to her smartphone. She had a determined look on her face, as if she had just discovered the most critical piece of information in the world. She plopped back down beside you on the couch grinning like a child who’d just been given an extra piece of candy. 

"I know how to help!" Kara declared confidently, waving her phone in the air. "I just Googled 'how to take care of someone with a cold.'" 

You couldn't help but smile at her blatant enthusiasm, "Well, what did Google say then?” 

Kara cleared her throat and started listing off the advice she had found. "Okay, so, it says you should stay hydrated, get plenty of rest, and keep warm. Oh, and chicken soup! Apparently, chicken soup is a magical cure for colds." 

"That's a good start.” You sighed contently; soup did sound good. 

"But wait, there's more!" Kara continued, scrolling through her search results. "It says here that I should keep you comfortable, so I can maybe you an extra blanket if you’d like. And, um, it says I should also make sure you have tissues nearby, so..." She produced a box of tissues from seemingly thin air. 

You raised your eyebrows, “Oh! Thanks.” 

With a triumphant smile, she handed you the tissues, "Oh! It says you should nap too, napping will help, and I should make you hot tea with honey. I can do that!" 

“That sounds really nice pumpkin, do you wanna make that and join me in bed? A nap does sound really good right now.” You asked to which she nodded happily. You gave her a small kiss as you pulled yourself up from the sofa, shuffling off in the direction of your shared room, coughing slightly into your elbow. “I’ll save you a spot for you and try not to cough up a lung while I’m there.” You joked, shuffling away. 

“Alright, I’ll be there soo- Wait, that can happen?!” 

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Love and Kisses

〘Prompt 20 Alt- Forehead Kisses〙

〘Notes- Hello my dears! Despite my best efforts (and believe me, they were borderline extreme) I've managed to get myself sick and man am I pissed about it. However, it does give me an excuse to write sickfics in self pity!〙

〘Summary- Apparently forehead kisses replace thermometers.〙

〘Word Count- 1k〙

〘Pairing- WandaNat x Sick Reader〙

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“Morning Y/n/n!” Wanda chirped, setting a plate loaded with eggs, bacon, and blueberry pancakes down in front of you. Natasha sat in the chair beside you, stuffing her face with the salty, sugary, sticky breakfast. Blueberry pancakes were a favorite of hers and she would eat as many as she could physically hold each time Wanda made them.

Normally, you’d be just as excited about the extravagant meal, but today your cheesy scrambled eggs and syrup coated bacon didn’t look at all appetizing. Maybe it was the aches that had settled in your bones, the soreness in your throat or the congestion settling in your sinuses. Whichever symptom it was, you hated it.

Wanda was singing quietly to herself as she flipped a few more pancakes, tossing three onto her own plate. Her meal was void of eggs, she hated them with a burning passion, and the bacon was carefully separated so no syrup would touch the meat.

She took her seat across from you at the table, nudging you with an elbow before beginning to pick at her own meal. She’d seen the look on your face when you came into the kitchen, the little scowl that always appeared when you weren’t feeling well. It was accompanied by bleary eyes, a red raw nose, and slightly parted lips. She could tell that you couldn’t breathe properly though you were trying to pretend that you were fine.

The three of you sat in relative silence as Wanda and Natasha ate, while you simply stirred your eggs around on your plate. You wanted to be hungry, to eat the probably delicious food in front of you, but the pain in your throat was demanding that you didn’t swallow anything.

Despite that, you reached for the glass of orange juice and chugged it, relying on the lovely powers of vitamin c to get the job done. You sensed a lot of orange juice in your near future. Orange juice and cough drops.

Natasha, who had been eying your uneaten pancakes, raised an eyebrow and looked over at Wanda who was staring at you, mouth agape. The redhead hummed quietly and took your hand, prompting you to set the fork down. It wasn’t like you were eating anyway and they didn’t seem to be falling for your “mix it around the plate” technique.   

You cleared your throat quietly and glanced at the assassin, half expecting to be belittled. She tended to scold you when you did something that wasn’t good for your health, and this probably qualified as one of those things.

A sudden wave of cold crashed over you and you shivered violently, pulling your hand away to wrap your arms around your chest. There was that fever you had been expecting, arriving in full force as it typically did. You always got terrible fevers when you were sick.

“Y/n, c’mere babe.” Natasha ordered, beckoning you to her with a little wave. You rolled your eyes (ow, headache) and leaned towards her, not entirely sure what her plan was.

You certainly weren’t expecting her to kiss your forehead and grab your face to hold you there as she tried to gauge your temperature. The young woman pulled back after a few seconds and frowned, looking to Wanda with a worried expression as she did.

She cupped your cheeks in her calloused hands, her face not changing.

“She’s on fire. Y/n, when did you start to feel sick?” she demanded, stroking your cheekbone with a thumb. You rather enjoyed the affection, her touch light and comforting. The look your witch was giving you was not one that you enjoyed however, she was glaring.

“I dunno. Few hours.” You croaked in response, the first words you’d said all morning. The brunette’s eyebrows quirked up at the sound of your voice, alarmed by how strange you sounded.

“Well, I for one find that hard to believe, you look pretty bad for only being sick a few hours. Try again.” she ordered, pushing her chair out to come to your side. She took your face out of Natasha’s hands and repeated the gesture, kissing your forehead with soft lips.

“I’ve felt off all week, but this is the worst it’s been.” You leaned into her touch; her cool hands felt nice against your hot skin. The brunette hummed her worry and pulled your head against her chest, combing her fingers though your hair. Her nails danced across your scalp; it was as if she was intentionally trying to lull you to sleep.

Natasha stood too and put a hand on your shoulder, squeezing gently.

“Alright sicky, let’s go back up to bed. You’re already in your pjs so we won’t even need to change.” She sighed, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. You were pretty sure that the second you left your food alone she’d be finishing your pancakes, but you didn’t want them anyway.

“You have to make me soup. ‘nd I want cuddles.” You grumbled, yelping as Natasha picked you up as if you were a princess in one of those Disney movies. You nestled your head under her chin and let out a kittenish sneeze, whining into her clavicle.

“I’ll make your favorite, while Natasha gives you cuddles.” Wanda placated, taking one of your hands. You allowed yourself a little smile as you coughed into the redhead’s shirt, feeling a bit guilty for spreading your germs. She didn’t seem to mind however, in fact she held you closer as she carried you up the stairs, smiling to herself.

In that moment, carrying you in her arms, she found your vulnerability adorable. Natasha looked back at Wanda, pleased to see that the witch was wearing a similar grin. She leaned over and pressed a quick kiss to the Sokovian woman’s temple before carrying you into the bedroom, preparing for a day of sniffles and complaints.

Wanda walked back to the kitchen and pulled out a pot, leaving the kitchen dirty as she prepared to make your favorite soup. These woman would truly do anything for you.

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Sneak peeks of the rest of Whumptober and Sicktember if anyone’s interested…

Whumptober:

#28–bloody knife, “You’ll have to go through me.”

Couple of idiots decide to try and mug Iceman on his way home one evening. He gives as good as he can but when he realizes they have knives he decides to bow out. No one told Maverick that plan.

#29–scented candle

There’s a reason Jake despises lemons and yellow things. Not one he remembers outright most of the time, but something ingrained deep within him. Unfortunately he remembers all too well when he comes home to his and Brad’s place one evening.

#30– borrowed clothing

Little snippets throughout time where Mav ends up wearing somebody else’s clothes. Usually because of some misfortune happening.

#31– “Take it easy”

Volleyball game ends up a little topsy turvy when Ice overheats. The flyboys step up to take care of the usually cool pilot and get a better understanding of one another.

Sicktember:

#27– Uncooperative patient

Ice isn’t very good at taking it easy and his latest bout of illness is proving that. Maverick can’t figure out what to do, until Baby B gets sick too. Then the answer is clear.

#28–“I should have stayed home.”

Slicemav— Ron has been fighting a migraine off and on for a day or so as he made his way back from deployment. He thinks it’s all over but then when he gets up on his first day home, a day Bradley has begged him to go to an event on, he thinks he’ll be just fine. He’s wrong.

#29— Adverse Reactions

A dagger day at the beach ends up with some of them encountering Jellies. One of the Daggers has a surprising response to the encounter and gets some much needed TLC

#30—Alt. Forehead kisses

Carole teaches Ice that forehead kisses are a great way to check for a fever, and then the many many times he uses this new skill on his husband, their son, and more.

[nureon]

More fanart for my friends fanfic. This time it's sskk sicktember stuff :D.

Check it out if you wanna read it!

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

Sicktember 23, 07 - “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick” (TTD)

“I’m fine,” whined Hero with an exasperated sigh.

No less fed up, Former Villain crossed their arms.

“You are not fine. Your health is compromised.”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic. It’s just a cold.”

“If you keep overdoing it and keep working all day, it won’t become just a cold. Human bodies are not made like that. Whether you like or not, you are human.”

Hero rolled their eyes and stood up:

“ I find this condescending and uninformative. Don’t you know that if I wish hard enough I’m going to be fi-oouch.”

They fell gracelessly in the bed when Former Villain pushed them away with their hand.

“Hey ! You can’t attack me anymore, you’re reformed !”

“Reformed, not tamed. You will submit and lay down while I take control of your lair.”

Hero looked unimpressed. Even with a hoarse voice, they could still out-retort their former enemy with no problem.

“It’s not because I sneeze a little that I can’t kick your ass anymore, you know.”

“Then I’d stop cooking and doing the dishes.”

“You wouldn’t, you traitor !”

“My heart is black as coal and I know no pity. Try me.”

“But I have to work !”

“I’ve called three other Heroes so they can take your place today. Besides, the greatest, most amazing and alluring threat is on your side now, so it should be fine.”

Hero raised an eyebrow:

“ It’s all relative, you know. It’s not as if you actually killed someone – I’d say you were more of an absolute nuisance, a pain in my -”

“A monster of the highest order, a monument of refinement and class who would not lower themself to steal the life away from simple peons – I know, I know.”

Hero rubbed their face against their pillow to muffle a groan of frustration.

“ When I’ve accepted to let you be my roommate”, they said in a very tired voice, “I did not expect it to be that way.”

“In that you were greatly mistaken.”

The Villain had a low laugh and raised their arms for emphasis, their gigantic shadow mimicking their moves on the wall behind:

“Now that you’re weakened, you’re at my mercy! I shall dispose of all your earthly possessions and rearrange them in order ! I shall question you until you’ll be forced to reveal what your favorite meal is and I will not hesitate to serve it to you ! I’ll let you consume in anticipation while I’ll call a doctor !”

“Don’t you dare ! I don’t need one, I don’t want to bother them when other people really need them.”

“It’s been three weeks.”

“And I’m still alive.”

Villain’s arms fell flat on their sides. They let themself fall on a chair, rubbed their face with their hands and did not move. After a while, Hero, intrigued by their silence, awkwardly raised a little.

“...Villain ?”

There was no answer. That was weird. Normally, their bickering lasted longer.

“ You’re okay ?”

Villain raised their head, gave them a death stare, then sneezed.

Oh. Oh, right. A cold was viral and they now had a roommate. They...they hadn’t thought of that. They were not used to have anyone around. Scratch that, they were not used to have anyone caring around.

“You’re a jerk when you’re sick, you know,” said the villain in a very tired voice.

“Fine,” Hero finally conceded. “I’ll call the damn doctor.”

*

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[beth--b]

I should have stayed home

Six months post Vecna’s defeat things were going pretty well for Steve.

He and Robin had both managed to get jobs at a bakery that had opened in town, Robin was taking a gap year after all the insanity that had been their lives before heading to college.

Eddie and Max had both recovered well from their injuries, Max would need glasses and Eddie had some pretty gnarly scars (as did Steve) but they were both doing well.

Steve had discovered that thinking of other boys as ‘pretty’ was not something that everyone did, and after a few long conversations with Robin, he had come to the conclusion that he was into both girls and guys.

The fact that he found Eddie very attractive certainly helped move things along for him.

The party had stayed close having regular catch ups by way of dinners or movie nights. The Byers and El had moved back to Hawkins with Hopper, Hopper had wasted no time in popping the question to Joyce and they had tied the knot a few months ago. They both said they’d waited long enough and who knew what the future would bring so why wait.

This brought Steve to the present day.

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He had been planning on asking Eddie out for weeks now and was planning on meeting him at the bakery when his shift ended.

The problem was Steve had woken up with a headache that was quickly becoming a migraine.

To try and make things easier on himself he decided to forego his contacts (who knew that so much head trauma could cause permanent damage?) and wore his glasses instead.

Not the way he’d wanted to look when he officially asked Eddie out. They’d been dancing around each other for weeks, months really, flirting and getting far too close for friendship but neither of them had actually asked the other out.

Nothing he could do about it though, so with glasses in place he popped a few painkillers and left for work.

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The day was dragging.

Robin wasn’t working with him today, he had needed to deal with multiple rude customers and his headache was only getting worse.

The painkillers had hardly touched the sides of the headache when it had first begun and now that it was a full blown migraine, he was a hair's breadth from laying down on the floor and calling it a day.

He only had another hour before Eddie would be there and they could go somewhere and Steve could ask him out. Officially. He was not going to let a headache stop him. It had taken him so long to get to this point and now he didn’t want to wait anymore.

So that meant he would grin and bear it.

Turning on his best customer service smile, that may or may not have looked more like a grimace at this point, he greeted the next customer that came into the store.

He bent down to get the cake out of the cabinet that the lady had chosen only to be hit with a wave of dizziness as he straightened back up. He managed not to drop the cake, blindly placing it on the counter, only to stumble back himself. Next thing he knew he was looking at the ceiling.

The customer, a middle aged woman who Steve vaguely recognised as working at Hawkins Middle hurried around to him and checked him over.

“Are you alright dear?” she asked, supporting him as he slowly sat up. The world was still spinning and he closed his eyes as he helped guide his head between his knees. “Easy does it. Is there someone else here I can call?”

Steve just shook his head, taking a few deep breaths until he felt he could sit up.

“Sorry ma’am just stood up too fast and got a bit dizzy. I’m so sorry about that! Is your cake alright?”

The woman helped him up and shushed him, telling him everything was fine and to take care of himself. She paid for her cake and once she was sure he was steady on her feet she left the store, but only after Steve reassured her he was fine and someone would be there soon to take over for him.

Thankfully it was quiet the rest of his shift, only half an hour left.

He wanted nothing more than to see Eddie, but his head was killing him and now on top of the migraine he had an egg on the back of his head from where he had hit the floor.

He was determined not to give in though.

Moments later the metal head himself came through the door.

“Stevie! Fancy finding you here?”

Steve couldn’t help but wince at the volume of Eddie’s voice, ducking his head to try and hide it as he came around the counter to greet the older man.

“Hey Eds! Just waiting on my replacement and we can get out of here,” Steve said, giving Eddie a quick hug. If he leaned in a little longer that he meant to, well nobody else was there to see.

Steve went back behind the counter, bagging up a couple of pastries for Eddie and himself to have later and gave them to Eddie.

“Mind taking those out to your van?” Steve asked, passing the bags over.

“Of course! What’s the plan? Are we taking our own cars and meeting somewhere or what?”

Not feeling fit to drive, but not wanting to tell Eddie either, Steve just shrugged and tried to act like he was deciding on the spot. “Maybe we take your van and come back for my car later?”

Not seeming too worried Eddie just smiled and nodded, turning to walk back outside to wait for Steve. “Alright, I’ll be waiting.”

With Eddie out of sight Steve lay his head on the counter and tried to breathe through the pain.

He didn’t even hear his replacement come in until they tapped him on the shoulder.

“You good Steve? You look kinda pale,” the kid asked. Tom, or Tim…Steve couldn’t remember just then.

“Mm fine. Here you go,” Steve took his apron off and almost threw it at the kid before making his way back around the counter and outside.

He made it to Eddie’s van just as another wave of dizziness took hold. Grabbing the door handle to keep himself upright he leaned heavily into the van door as he almost tipped over.

Just as he was about to give in and slide down onto the pavement Eddie was there, holding him up and guiding him into the car.

“Holy fuck Steve what’s wrong? You gonna pass out?”

Shaking and feeling sick Steve just shook his head as much as he could without making the pain in his head worse.

“No-no don’t think so. Sorry. Migraine. This isn’t how things were meant to go today. Maybe I should have stayed home. Just wanted things to be perfect for you,” Steve muttered as Eddie rubbed his back.

“Why didn’t you? If you’re not feeling well you could have just told me.”

Steve was almost in tears at this point. Everything was going so wrong.

“Wanted it t’be spec’al. Wan’ed to ask you out. Fucked it up now,” Steve slurred, too far gone from the pain to filter what he was even saying.

Eddie just wrapped his arms around Steve as much as their position in the van allowed and gently massaged Steve’s neck and head. The younger boys closed his eyes and felt some of the tension he was carrying begin to release.

“Oh sweetheart, you didn’t fuck anything up. Life happens. We can have a do-over another day. For now how about I take you home and we can go lay down and get you feeling better?”

“Ok,” Steve whispered, pressing into Eddie’s side.

“Good, let’s get you home and then when you’re feeling up to it, we can go on a proper date, sound good?”

“So good Eds. So good.”

“That’s settled then, let’s get you home.” Eddie pulled away and buckled Steve’s seatbelt for him. Before he started the engine though he pressed a quick kiss to Steve’s forehead.

“Wha’ was tha’ for?” Steve asked, opening his eyes

“Kissing it better for you,” Eddie replied, face turning bright red as he did.

“Oh! Thank you,” Steve felt his own face heat up in response but smiled nonetheless.

Maybe things hadn’t gone quite as he had planned but somehow it seemed they had worked out anyway.

[straightupsickfics]

sicktember prompt #24: "did you just sneeze?" | aziraphale/crowley | 1.1k

has aziraphale ever seen crowley sneeze before? crowley gets a cold and they bicker about it and then take a couch nap :(

this is all @softersteve 's fault <3

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“huh’UTshh!” Crowley shivers through a sneeze, slowly blinks his eyes afterwards. He’s felt a little like he’s been moving in slow motion all morning, the effects of whatever insidious virus had taken root inside him making itself known, apparently. 

“God b— ah, that is…” Aziraphale clears his throat and shakes his head, as if to swat the sentiment away. “Was that a sneeze?” He asks instead. 

Crowley gives him a small, tired smile. “Nothing gets past you, angel, does it?” He teases. It was a sneeze of course, though hardly the first of the day, even if it’s the first he’d let escape him. His nose twitches even now with the effort, knows there’s more on the way with how he’s been nudging his nose into the sleeve of his thick, black turtleneck sweater all afternoon, trying and failing to get at the itch lodged behind his sinuses without Aziraphale noticing. 

Aziraphale just levels a look at him. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you sneeze before, that’s all,” he says. 

“Must’ve done,” Crowley says. He drapes himself across an armchair at the back of the bookshop, where they’ve been waiting out the afternoon’s rainy weather; Aziraphale with his books and notebooks and quiet little hmms as he reads, and Crowley with the cold he’s been trying his damndest to ignore all day. 

He’s starting to think he’s failing, what with how his angel is looking at him with his big, worried eyes now, like he’s about to offer to make him a cup of tea. 

“I haven’t,” Aziraphale insists. 

“And I say you have, so, agree to disagree, wouldn’t be the first time,” Crowley huffs, shifting around in his seat. He can’t get comfortable on the chair. The back is rather hard and Aziraphale is, frankly, too far away, even though he’s being insistent despite being in the wrong. 

“Well, I think I would remember,” Aziraphale says. “That’s all.” 

Crowley tips his head back against the back of the chair and rolls his eyes upward. Even that hurts — his head and his eyes throbbing with congestion. Being susceptible to human illness just because he’s chosen to live on earth feels like an unfair exchange, really. Sure, it doesn’t happen that often, but it’s so entirely miserable when it does that Crowley has to think it was Lord Beezlbub themself that came up with the idea. 

“W-well, hh! You’re about to– to get ano-huh! Hdt’IiiSH! hu’tTSHH!” Crowley sneezes twice more, giving his head a little shake as if that would help anything at the moment. “Another chance,” he finishes with a hiss.

“God bless you,” Aziraphale says, apparently unable to help himself, then claps a hand over his mouth. 

“I’d really rather she didn’t,” Crowley drawls, sniffling against his sweater sleeve again.

“Ah, yes, so sorry about that,” Aziraphale mutters. He’s up and out of his spot at the desk now, making his way over to Crowley and leaning in, his fuss face out in full force, and Crowley isn’t sure whether he should lean into it or shift back, lest he let on how much he wants exactly this. 

“How did you manage to catch a cold, anyway?” Aziraphale asks. 

So much for ignoring it until it went away, if the angel had known the whole time. 

Crowley just shrugs. It could’ve been anyone, and while years and years ago he’d want to find the person, make them pay, give their own germs back to them, Crowley finds that he’d much rather ride out the worst of his symptoms in a more…subdued…manner these days.

Aziraphale’s hands are soft and warm when they come to rest on his forehead, murmuring something soft about there not being a fever, at least. “You don’t feel warm,” he confirms. “Do you feel really bad?” Crowley doesn’t have a chance to answer before Aziraphale continues. 

“You… I mean, I have a pot of tea made, if you’d like to partake…?” He trails off, gives Crowley a hopeful little look that he cannot say no to, of course, which is how he ends up with a cup full of English breakfast in the middle of the afternoon. 

It’s the perfect temperature, because of course it is, and when Crowley relocates to the plush, velvet sofa to drink it, it’s only half because he thinks Aziraphale might join him there. 

He does. 

Aziraphale settles in right beside Crowley, in fact, with his own cup of tea and a blanket he pulls out of the air to drape across Crowley’s legs. It’s light blue and soft and smells exactly like the angel, and Crowley pulls it up a little closer, its soft scent mingling with that of the tea, and the ever present scent of old books and ink, and he can’t help but close his eyes. He’s warm all over, and more comfortable than he’d managed to be all day so far, and it’s…well, nice. 

“This is nice, isn’t it?” Aziraphale says, as if reading his mind. 

Crowley opens his eyes and looks at Aziraphale beside him, lifts the blanket until it’s covering him just a bit, too, no sense in being selfish, after all. He nods. “S’nice,” he agrees. “You’ve got quite the bedside manner, angel,” he tells him, and it’s not fair, is it? How pleased Aziraphale looks to hear it. 

“You know, I’ve always thought so,” Aziraphale confides. “Though it’s not often I get to use it! Well, Maggie was crying the other day and I suppose I was able to see her through that trial, but still it’s not quite the same…” He sneaks a look at Crowley, then flushes when he finds him looking back. Crowley had long since abandoned the sunglasses, there’s no use taking them on and off to wipe his eyes and nose every few minutes. Plus, it’s just the two of them here in the shop, everyone else home in the rain. 

Crowley gives him a slow blink but doesn’t look away. 

“What?” They say at the same time. 

“Drink your tea,” Aziraphale instructs. 

“You drink your tea,” Crowley counters. Not his best work, but he’s sick, after all, and there’s really very little venom in him at the moment. He takes a small sip and looks at Aziraphale with a look that says happy now? And gets one in return that says very, thank you. 

They sit like that for the rest of the afternoon, warm tea and damp sniffles and the soft blanket from nowhere, and Crowley’s suddenly so tired he’s sure that Aziraphale wouldn’t mind, surely, if he rested his head on his angel’s shoulder. 

He tests it out, feels Aziraphale lean against him, too, just for a moment, and closes his eyes.  Very nice indeed. 

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Prompts:

1. Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

2. Quest for a Cure

3. "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?"

4. Hiding an Illness

5. Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

6. Sick and Injured

7. “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick”

8. Persistent Fever

9. White Coat Syndrome

10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”

11. Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick

12. Old Wives Tale

13. Anxious Stomach

14. ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’

15. Sick in an Inconvenient Place

16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD

17. Magical Remedy/Healing Potion

18. “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

19. Curled Up With a Pet

20. Cramping Pain

21. "But if you stay, you'll get sick too"

22. Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

23. Coughing Fit

24. “Did you just sneeze?”

25. Confused/Disoriented

26. Pink Eye/Conjunctivitis

27. Uncooperative Patient

28. “I should have stayed home”

29. Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

30. Patient 0

Alts.

“I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now”

Fuzzy Socks

Pounding Headache

Forehead Kisses

“I’m so sorry”

[nurse-buckley]

Sicktember Day Eleven - Emergency Room/ Ambulance

Fandom: 9-1-1  Pairing: Buck x Reader  Word Count: 1,095 words  Prompt: @sicktember Day 11 - Emergency Room/ Ambulance, written for the amazing @floralbuckleys  Tagslist: @firemedicdiaz @fireladybuckley @winterreader-nowwriter @iamasimpingh0e @dayrin085 @hauntedmilkshakeghost @floralbuckleys @writingmysanity  If you want to be added or removed from my tagslist, please let me know!  

Buck had warned you on more than one occasion to be careful carrying stuff down the steep stairs of his loft, even more so now you had both welcomed the latest edition to your family. The shelter a block from your shared apartment had had a special event for the cats and kittens in their care with their kennels recently overwhelmed. With a lot of pleading from you and the endless cute cat photos you'd sent to Buck, he had eventually caved and you’d adopted Sammie, a beautiful little white and ginger cat who had definitely made the place her home. 

“Come on girl,” you gently nudged her with your foot to try and get her to walk ahead of you, your hands full with a basket of laundry that had built up. You giggled as she didn't listen, flopping over dramatically in front of you before moving to weave in and out between your legs as you continued to ignore her. 

You’d had a few near misses, Sammie wanting to be right by your side, rubbing her face against your legs as you attempted to move past her. “Sammie, come on sweetheart, you’re going to trip…” you didn’t have time to finish your sentence as you came tumbling down the stairs, Sammie running off to hide with her tail fluffed as the flying laundry startled her. 

You tumbled down the stairs, each one seeming to find a new spot to hit, sending jolts of pain through your body until you flew forward, your head landing on the floor with a sickening thud. 

With the wind knocked out of you it took a little while for the initial shock to wear off. You took a shaky breath before you began to move each of your legs, testing for injury, moving higher and higher as you checked your body over. When it came to checking your wrist, you let out a yelp as a jolt of pain shot up your arm.  The jerk sent another pain through your head and you could already feel the large lump forming near your temple where you’d made impact with the ground. You lifted your hand to inspect the side of your head, gasping when it came away with a smear of blood from a cut on your forehead. 

With the danger over, you glanced around as you heard a meow, the sound followed by Sammie who had come out from her hiding spot to investigate what had happened. She made her way over coming to nuzzle against your side; if you knew better you would think she was apologising for causing the accident. 

“And this is why we’re careful on the stairs,” you groaned as you cautiously sat up. Sammie seemed to take this as an invitation and she climbed onto your lap, her paws coming to rest on your chest as she nuzzled against your face. “Alright, get off me. I guess I’ve got to go and get checked out at the hospital.  What’s your dad going to say about this? You think we can get away without calling him from the ER?” 

Being gentle, you shoved her off before you slowly got to your feet, glad you were the only injured party between you. Once you were sure you were okay to stand, you made your way to the bathroom, grabbed some gauze for your head, and left your apartment for the short walk to the hospital. 

By the time you arrived in the ER and were triaged, the pain in your head and wrist had doubled and you were beginning to think maybe it would be a good time to call Buck. 

“Y/N?” 

Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard your name in an all too familiar voice. You turned just in time to see Buck and Eddie wheeling a patient into the ER, cursing whatever power had led them to bringing someone in at that exact moment. 

“Heeeeeey babe. It’s not as bad as it looks,” you replied. 

Buck wasted no time, checking that Eddie was okay being left with the patient before he made his way over to where you were sitting. 

“Let me be the judge of that,” he said as his hands came to hover over you, afraid to hurt you as he checked over your injuries. He put a gentle hand over the one holding the bloodied gauze to your head, pulling it away with a hiss as he got a glimpse at the wound. 

“Y/N what the hell happened? Why didn’t you call me?” 

“I swear, I was going to as soon as the nurse saw me. I wasn’t looking where I was going with the laundry and Sammie got under my feet and I ended up falling down the last few steps.” 

Buck sighed as he glanced over the various bruises that had begun to form over your body and the swelling in your wrist, “that looks like a lot more than a few,” he admonished.   “I’m going to go catch up with Bobby and let him know I’m staying with you, you’ll need someone to take you home with that head injury…,” Buck paused, “wait…how did you get here anyway? Did you drive with a head injury?  Y/n, do you even know how dangerous…” 

“Buck,” you interrupted him. “I’m not that stupid, I didn’t drive here…I walked.” You realised as soon as you said it and by the look on Buck’s face that it probably wasn’t the wisest decision you had made either, but you decided to chalk that up to the head injury.  

“Why didn’t you call 911, or me? You could have had a spinal injury, you could have a serious head injury and be unconscious on the side of the road right now,” he continued rambling off each and every worst case scenario he could think of. 

“I know and I’m sorry, I was embarrassed, you’ve told me time and time again to watch out for Sammie and I didn’t listen.” 

Buck silenced you with a chaste kiss to your forehead, “it doesn’t matter now, as long as you’re both okay. I’m going to take the rest of the shift off, take you home, and we’re going to get your favourite takeout and chill on the couch tonight.” 

You stopped him as he began to turn and walk away to find his captain. 

“What’s wrong baby?” 

“Can we stop by the store and get Sammie a treat? She’s had a trauma today too!” 

“Anything for you two,” he chuckled, shaking his head. 

[skyloftian-nutcase]

Last sickfic! Can you believe that September's over?

Mood music that helped inspire the writing :)

Voted Sicktember prompt - Time cares for a delirious Warriors

The room was bathed in a warm, orange glow, but it couldn’t be colder. The light of candles danced merrily, but he couldn’t feel more somber.

Hands trembled as they reached out. Illness, the stench of it, ripped through the air.

The golden locks, usually fluffy and perfectly tamed, lay in tangled clumps, plastered to too hot skin. Lungs that usually bellowed with laughter or barked sharp orders were wheezing, pitifully letting air try to move through restricted passageways.

Since when had such battle-hardened warriors been bested by such an invisible enemy? Since when could a war go to a standstill as his army fell apart from the inside? He couldn’t let this happen, but he couldn’t do anything to stop it.

The once proud, tall warrior looked so small in the bed. The dependable captain had fallen, succumbing to something he couldn’t combat with a sword. A small part of Time squirmed in painful, righteous anger – of all the ways to die—

Pale, blue lips, sunken eyes, wheezing and vomiting. His troops were dying. His troops were dying and he couldn’t do a damn thing.

Warriors shuddered, eyes staring off into the void, his mind lost far, far away. He hadn’t slept in nearly four days due to his illness, and it was finally taking his mind as a result. Time did everything he could to soothe the captain’s anxiety as he tried once again to prop himself up in the bed. He’d already fallen twice getting out of bed – that was when the eldest Link had decided to stay in the room with Warriors. He couldn’t be left unsupervised, even in the safety of his own ranch.

The men looked to him for help, for answers. He couldn’t provide any. General Impa wasn’t here, the princess wasn’t here. It was just him and Lana, and she was doing all she could but—but it—

It wasn’t enough. And she was beginning to grow ill as well. And they couldn’t lose her.

“Help,” Warriors whimpered, confused eyes glistening with tears.

“I’m here,” Time immediately whispered, taking the younger man’s hands in his own. “I’m here, Link.”

They were all going to die. He couldn’t do anything to stop it. Would he die too? Was this how the Hero of Hyrule was destined to fall? He hadn’t even defeated the enemy. Would an illness take him? Would he disgrace his destiny in such a manner? How many lives would be lost because of it?

“I’m sorry.” The captain’s voice broke, actively crying. He stared at the ceiling. Time could only imagine who he was apologizing to.

“It’s okay,” he soothed, brushing hair out of the man’s face. “You’re okay. Don’t apologize.”

Warriors’ gaze remained distant. Wherever he was, Time couldn’t reach him. But he would try, blast it. He would try.

What if they all die because of me? What if… what if I don’t want to die?

I… I don’t want to die.

A sob choked with a cough, and Warriors’ face turned red as he gagged on phlegm and spit alike. Time stood, quickly turning the captain to the side so he could cough up whatever was stuck in his throat. The door to the bedroom creaked as the others peeked in worriedly. When Twilight caught Time’s eye, the elder shook his head, and the younger retreated, herding the others away.

The flame on the nearest candle flickered from Time’s movements and nearly went out. Time held his breath as he watched it a moment, hand on Warriors’ back. The flame pulled left and right, nearly extinguishing. Warriors’ breaths rattled as if death itself were stealing air from his lungs.

The wick slowly burned, flame settling in a stubborn pattern of gently rocking to and fro. Warriors took a deeper breath. Time released the one he’d been holding.

A hand brushed Time’s knee, and he looked down to see Warriors trying to crawl out of bed again, halfway off the mattress. Time bent down, hands wrapping around his arms just under his shoulders, and gently pulled the young man back to the center of the bed.

“Link,” Time said gently, kneeling to be at eye level with him. “We’re at the ranch. You’re safe. You’re very sick. You need to stay in bed.”

Soulless eyes stared into his own. The face was far too pale, the chest far too still. Would they all look like this? There wasn’t even blood. He was used to seeing blood.

Eventually the wick would burn to its end. Eventually the gentle light in the room would vanish. Would it last the night? Would it hold on to whatever it could grasp, burning away at what little remained? Would it stubbornly cling to life until the sun could rise?

“Captain,” Time said, louder. “Captain, come back to us.”

Warriors’ hand snaked around Time’s wrist, making the elder jump slightly.

Everything was so far away. So quiet, muffled, like he was buried alive. Goddess above, he didn’t want to die, please, he didn’t want to die. Not like this. Let him die on his feet, in battle, like it was meant to be.

It was meant to be like that, right?

“Help,” Warriors pleaded, eyes almost seeming to look at Time for the first time all night.

Time’s heart and stomach clenched. “I’m trying, Link.”

The candle abruptly went out.

Time’s head whirled to the nightstand, an irrational fear gripping his soul, and he immediately felt out for Warriors, who was trembling.

“Captain,” Time said warily, holding the man tighter. “Come on now, Link. Talk to me.”

Warriors grew still.

“Link,” Time pleaded, shaking him.

A warm glow filled the room alongside a cool breeze. Time blinked tears away, his distress hidden in the darkness that was quickly receding, and he saw the others in the doorway once more, a candle in each hero’s hand.

Twilight entered first, eyes flicking between Time and Warriors, face stony. The others filed in behind him, expressions far too eerily familiar to the night Time thought he would lose his descendant.

No one dared say a word. Time’s death grip on Warriors slackened only a hair, land he looked at the ground, unable to offer the others any comfort. The flames flickered brightly in the quiet night, holding the darkness at bay, encasing Warriors in light.

[bokettochild]

Wind is a good big brother, and a good son. Which is great! Because the other heroes need a big brother to take charge right about now, and Warriors and Time are sort of.... handling trauma. Hence why they need a big brother to take charge. Luckily! Wind is up to the task (if someone would first tell him what's going on first please?)

[goldenempyrean]

Sniffles on a Stakeout

〚 Day 21 - "But if you stay, you'll get sick too." 〛

〚 Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Maybe going on a stakeout while sick isn't the best idea 〛

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As the rain poured relentlessly on the darkened street, you and Natasha sat in the inconspicuous black sedan, parked across from the abandoned warehouse. The mission was simple: observe and gather intel on a suspicious arms deal that was rumoured to go down tonight. However, things weren't going as smoothly as planned. The chilly night air seeped through the car's cracked windows, making the atmosphere even more unbearable as the rain rattled against the windshield. 

Natasha had been uncharacteristically quiet throughout the entire stakeout, staring out the window without saying a word. Something was up with her. If you didn’t know better, it was almost as if she was functioning on autopilot. Normally she’d be reading over files or making use of her time in another way but today she was different. 

Thinking about it, she’d seemed off all day. You’d remembered seeing her spacing out frequent during your debriefing seemingly unable to concentrate. 

As you watched her from the corner of your eye, you noticed her shivering slightly despite the car's heating system running on full blast. The dim interior of the sedan made it difficult to see her clearly, but the subtle signs of discomfort were unmistakable. She sniffled softly, and then, without warning, she let out a series of suppressed sneezes. 

“Hhh’itshoo! ...Hh’tshu!” 

Oh. That’s why she seemed so spacey. “Bless you.” Your murmured quietly, trying to keep the concern out of your voice. You couldn’t miss the way jumped slightly at the sound of your voice, almost as if she hadn't realised you were there despite the pair of you sitting then than a few inches away. Natasha turned towards you, her face pale and tired, the dim light revealing dark circles under her eyes. She gave you a weak smile before casting her eyes back to the warehouse out front. 

“You alright there baby?” You asked calmly, keeping your gaze adverted, you knew if you asked outright, she’d get all defensive and grouchy - a grumpy Natasha was certainly not someone you wanted to deal with on a stakeout. 

She muttered something under her breath as she sank back against her seat, “I’m fine.” Her sentence was followed by a soft sniffle which had you looking over her, worry nestled behind in your gaze. She certainly didn’t look fine. 

Her eyelids were drooping, and her head kept nodding forward before she jerked it back upright. It was clear she was fighting a losing battle against exhaustion. Eventually she seemed to settle, and you couldn’t help but look over curiously to see her eyes closed as her head rested against her shoulder – an awful position that was bound to make her wake up stiff if she stayed like that.  

 You reached over and placed a hand on her forehead, shaking your head as you felt her shivering skin, "You're freezing Natasha," you sighed softly to yourself, “Poor girl, there’s a nice warm bubble bath in your future I reckon.” 

You must’ve been mumbling a little too loudly however as your girlfriend stirred beneath your touch, slowly bringing her hands up to her eyes and rubbing at them sleepily, “Mmh don’t want a bath.” 

The concern in your voice was undeniable as you gently stroked her hair, your hand still on her forehead. "You don't want a bath, huh? Well, how about a warm cup of tea when we get out of here, and then you can decide?" 

Natasha mumbled something unintelligible, her voice still groggy from drowsiness. Her defences were down in her half-asleep state, and she seemed more vulnerable than usual. 

"You've been pushing yourself too hard lately," you said softly, your thumb caressing her cheek. "We both know you’ve not been sleeping well. I don’t think staying here is going to do you any good. There's no use being here if you’re too out of it to stay alert. It's not safe baby.” 

She blinked blearily, her tired eyes struggling to focus on you. "But the intel... the arms deal..." 

"We've gathered what we can for now, we'll report back, and the team can analyse it.” You reached over and gently placed a hand on her upper thigh, squeezing it gently when she coughed into her elbow again, "We should’ve stayed home baby. This can’t have come on this fast. When did you feel this crap kicking in, hm?” You asked, as you turned on the engine and began pulling out of your parking spot. 

As you eased the car away from the abandoned warehouse, Natasha leaned back in her seat, her eyes still heavy with fatigue. She let out a long sigh, her voice raspy from the grasp of a sore throat. "I started feeling like this earlier today, but I thought I could tough it out. Guess I was wrong." 

You continued to drive, making your way towards home. "You're too stubborn, you know that?" you said with a gentle smile, “Bath and bed and snuggles for you when we get home.” 

“But if you stay then you’ll get sick too, I can sleep in the-” She began to object but you cut her off with a soft kiss. 

“Then so be it.” 

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