#sicktember day 13

[lhaagain]

@Sicktember Part 1 - The Journey Home

I've taken a slightly different approach to Sicktember this year and have grouped the prompts together into five fics. This one includes the following prompts: 29. Sick on a Road Trip Alt 4. Flushed Cheeks 7. Borrowed Hoodie 13. Mononucleosis 8. “The closest doctor is probably hours away from here!”

Much thanks to @linguini17 for supplying much needed support and betaing!

The Journey Home

“Sister?” Julienne started from the trance she’d slipped into at the gentle hand on her arm. “You look ready for bed,” Nurse Crane observed as she sat down next to her on the benches that were lining the wall of the village hall. 

“I will admit that I am not perhaps designed for such late night festivities,” she admitted. The ceilidh was a joyous thing and it was an honour to have been invited, but Julienne was finding the noise and the light a little much. 

“Is something the matter,” the other woman asked, offering her the teacup she was holding. 

“I’m sure it’s nothing,” Julienne said, shaking her head.

“You still haven’t shaken the last of that bug have you?” Phyllis asked, her gaze becoming more pointed. 

“I will admit that I’m a little weary,” she admitted. “But nothing that a good night’s sleep will not resolve.”

“I won’t say I’m not looking forward to my own bed,” Phyllis admitted as they watched the others dancing. “But if you want to make an early exit…” 

 It was a sorely tempting idea, not least as Julienne’s head was beginning to pound in time with the music.

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Steve's Speech

Sicktember Day 13: Anxious Stomach

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson

Words: 500 | Rating: T | CW: mild cursing

@sicktember

Summary: Steve is named Counselor of the Year and panics about his speech backstage. Eddie encourages him.

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“Okay, I don’t think I can do this,” Steve gulped, loosening his tie. Around him, other teachers from his school and a few of the other counselors mingled having overlapping conversations. 

“You can do this,” Eddie encouraged, straightening Steve’s tie. “They didn’t choose you for Counselor of the Year for nothing.” 

Steve glanced at stage left to see the superintendent walk in and start chatting with the principal. His stomach dropped; maybe there had been some mistake?

The thought sent a sick shiver through him.

 “Wish they could just hand me the thing and be done with it,” Steve  grumbled. He pressed a hand to his stomach as another sick flip turned in his abdomen. “Ugh, I feel like I’m gunna be sick.”

“Hey, you’re okay,” Eddie assured. “It’s okay to be nervous and don’t forget, you practiced it like, three times last night. Just pretend you’re talking to me. Worst comes to worse, you can glance at your cards.”

Steve gave Eddie a pained look. “I will not be the loser who has to pull out their cards in the middle of a speech.” He groaned as he looked at the ceiling. Maybe there was a magic escape hatch that could take him far, far away from having to ever public speak ever again. Maybe he could disappear off the face of this earth right as they call his name. 

“It’s a podium. No one can tell,” Eddie amended. He booped Steve’s nose. 

The hum of conversations died down slightly and the lights dimmed. Steve swallowed hard. “Fuck, I really could vomit right now.”

Eddie laid a comforting hand on Steve’s shoulder. “Deep breaths, Steve. You’re gunna do great.”

The principal began to gather and escort the other teachers and counselors to their seats. She gave Steve a warm smile as she passed by. “We’ll be starting in five, okay?”

Steve did his best to look more confident than he felt. “Thanks, Ms. Watson.”

She went back to ushering people to their seats, and in minutes the backstage was empty besides the tech crew, Eddie, and himself. He felt sweat pearling at his temples and on his palms.

“Hey, hey, look at me,” Eddie guided.

Steve reluctantly met Eddie’s eyes.

“You’re the best in the district, babe. The best. And you have this incredible ability to connect with your students. Just do what you do with them, with us out there, okay?”

Steve felt a small seed of confidence plant in his chest.He pulled in a deep breath and let it out. 

“Okay.”

“See you out there?”

Steve nodded. “And Eds?”

“Yeah?”

“I’ll be looking at you out there.”

Eddie smiled at that and blew him a playful kiss. “I’ll be the one in front.” 

Then, Steve was alone.

His heart was in his throat and his stomach knotted and unknotted as he waited. But there was no escape and when he heard his name, he let out a breath before walking out to the roar of applause.

[fanfictasia]

Sicktember Day 13

Anxious Stomach

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Chosen Twins

Anakin Skywalker

“Let’s check it out,” I advise, jumping down from the top of the cave. My head spins violently at the sudden move and my stomach suddenly flips. Maybe I’m not quite so okay after all, because I really feel like throwing up right now.

Trying to ignore it, I make my way over to the damaged speeder we were using to chase the gangsters all the way out here.

Obi-Wan coughs again behind us.

“Are you sure you’re alright?” asks Qui-Gon, an obvious hint of concern in his voice now.

“I’m fine, Master,” Obi-Wan retorts. “We weren’t even in the cave that long.”

I crouch next to the speeder, joining Aniya as we check over the situation. Except that I’m steadily feeling sicker and sicker by the moment.

I try  to ignore the feeling, focusing on what I’m doing, but it’s becoming increasingly more difficult. I jump slightly when Aniya suddenly pokes my arm. “Are you okay?”

“Eh… maybe not,” I concede, “I’m feeling a little…”

I trail off, stumbling jerkily to my feet at the wave of nausea that runs through me again. I make it a few feet away before my stomach decides to empty its contents all over the ground.

“I don’t think that’s even a symptom of that type of poisoning. I thought it was more like a cold,” Aniya says, raising an eyebrow as she approaches me.

I take a few steps back, breathing in deeply. At least the air is fresh out here. “Hey, at least it’s over with,” I say cheerfully. Because I’m already starting to feel better. “And I won’t pass it on to anyone else.”

“Is it even contagious?” she objects.“Uhh…” I don’t think so, but suddenly I don’t know.

[fletcherwilbury]

@sicktember Day 13: Anxious Stomach

Warning for Illness, vomiting, stress, past surgery, anxiety, overthinking

[newwwwusername]

Fic title : I Think I'm Gonna Be Sick

@sicktember 2023 prompt : Anxious Stomach

Rating : Teen & Up Audiences

Fandom : Lemonade Mouth

Pairing : Stella/Olivia

Additional tags : Anxiety, Anxiety Disorder, Nausea, Anxious Olivia White, Good Friend Stella Yamada, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Bandmates, oh my god they were bandmates

Word count : 231

[baubeautyandthegeek]

Mono - Kate Coleman/Esther Coleman

A/N: Day 13 for @sicktember

Mono. The kissing disease. Somehow Kate manages to avoid it even when Esther finally catches it. She doesn’t question how or why, she doesn’t need to know. All she needs to do, for now, is make sure Esther gets better. Esther is silent when she comes to check on her now, pale and tired even as Kate smooths the duvet one more time, tucking the blankets a little more snugly into place before moving to check Esther was resting properly and peacefully. She would, in time, heal but until then Kate would make sure she had no reason to feel embarrassed.

[side-shuffling-hyperfixations]

Sicktember Day 13: Mononucleosis - FNAF

“Mikey got cooties, Mikey got cooties!” Elizabeth sang without a hint of sympathy; she was all too happy to prove a point. “I told you getting kissy was gross!”

“Yeah, you sure told me,” Michael rasped tiredly, throwing an arm over his face. It promptly stuck feverish skin to skin, the sweat in the crook of his elbow bonding like glue with the beads across his forehead, but he wouldn’t have had the strength to move it again anyway. Right now, just being in Lizzie’s proximity was completely exhausting. Everything was exhausting. Her, the lecture he’d gotten from Father about the company he was keeping, the anxious questioning from Mum about how close he was keeping them…

It was a lot of snogging, nothing too serious, but considering it had ended with him catching mono, or so-called “cooties”, he may hesitate to cozy up with that particular girl again.

“Aww!” Lizzie’s sudden whine of disappointment derailed his meandering train of thought. “You get the last of the orange juice?”

She must have spotted the cup on his nightstand. “Don’t even think about stealing it unless you want cooties too,” Michael warned, earning a squeak of disgust as she finally scurried off toward the door.

His relief in her absence didn’t last long, however, as other shuffling footsteps tentatively approached. There was an audible gulp, an intake of breath…a nervous pause. Michael waited, annoyance deepening his headache.

After a minute of silence, he finally spat, “What, Evan? What d’you want?”

The kid squeaked at his tone. “N-Nothing! I just—I was gonna—Here!” Something small and soft thumped against Michael’s side. “G-Get better, okay? Bye!”

When he eventually mustered the will to look, Michael was surprised to find his brother’s Foxy plush staring back at him with big, friendly eyes.

…Huh.

[monaisme]

Sicktember: Day 13

This is the second part of yesterday's Day One submission found here:

I'll be updating AO3 next! Enjoy!

#13- Mononucleosis

Peter could have wept with relief when he walked into the apartment. He’d already tossed his keys in the bowl where MJ insisted they all put their house keys and was making his way to the couch when Tony grabbed hold of his shoulder and veered him towards his bedroom.

“Nope. Shower first, then change into your comfiest jammies, kid, remember?”

Peter whined just a little, “But it’s so faaaaar!”

“No it’s noooooot.” Tony whined back. “This is a three bedroom apartment with less than twelve hundred square feet. You’re fine. Now go, kid. You’ll thank me for this later.

“No, I won’t.” Peter pouted and shuffled his way into his bedroom to do as Tony asked.

“Keep it up and I won’t get you any oyster crackers, buddy!” he called out after him...

And so Peter stopped in his tracks, grabbed hold of the door frame and turned around and with a look that burned more intense than the sun, he rasped back, “Yes, you will... because you love me.”

And Tony nodded, “I do—doesn’t mean you’re not irritating, though.”

“Never said I wasn’t,” Peter’s voice grated, and with that witty retort, Peter stuck his tongue out.

“Ugh, kids, so gross...” Tony groaned and pointed to Peter. “Put that thing away. I don’t know where it’s been.” Tony chuckled. “Seriously, Pete. No more talking. Go take your shower and I’ll check the cupboards—maybe find some of May’s tea or something for you.”

Peter just nodded and vanished into his room.

It didn’t take long for Tony to find what he was looking for and within minutes, the kettle was boiled and the lemon tea that May had insisted the three roommates keep stocked in their cupboard in case of cold emergencies was steeping. He had just pulled his phone out to place an order at the nearby deli that Tony had introduced to him the first time they’d visited the campus when Tony heard a rattle of keys at the door.

“Hello?” Tony called out as he stepped into the hall, then stopped short when he saw MJ. “Hey!?”

MJ blinked slow, obviously trying to process the fact that Tony Stark was standing in the entryway to her apartment, then sighed in defeat. “Do I want to know why you’re here?”

He threw his hands up in mock surrender, then smiled sadly, knowing exactly what she was asking. “He’s not hurt,” Tony offered, “Just sick. I promise.

Her entire demeanour shifted, not entirely relaxing with his reassurance, but still. She smiled small and shuffled past him to toss her own keys into the key bowl. “But he’s sick enough that you’re here?” she asked.

“Entirely coincidental, my dear MJ.” Tony put on the schmaltz. “I was in town for some meetings and happened to get an alert that our beloved Peter was not one hundred percent and rushed off to the rescue.”

MJ snort-laughed, “Please tell me you didn’t physically remove him from one of his classes.”

Tony kept up the act, “What?! Moi?! I’d never do something like that, MJ. I’m offended that you’d even imply—”

MJ simply crooked an eyebrow.

“No.” Dang, that girl was good. “He was actually about to give up for the day when I called...” he trailed off as he finally took in her appearance. “And speaking of giving up—are you okay? You’re not usually home this early, are you?”

The sudden shift to concern caught her off guard, but after having known the eccentric billionaire for a couple of years now, she knew he was being sincere in his ask. “Yeah, I’m going to assume that whatever hit Peter has managed to get me to.” She shrugged and made her way to the living room where she planted herself on the couch in exhaustion.

Without a thought, Tony slipped into the kitchen and grabbed a new mug and tea bag, setting it to steep while carrying the readied tea out to MJ. “I’m not sure if you take anything with this, but if you’re feeling anything like Peter, I can go grab the honey for you.”

“Sore throat? Overall feeling of blah?” she asked as she inhaled the tea’s steam.

“Sounds about right,” Tony agreed, sadly, “so, honey?”

“Please.”

And without another word, Tony disappeared and reappeared with the little honey bear and planted it on the coffee table. “I’ve got Peter showering now, but was going to do a deli and a grocery order to make sure you were all stocked up for the next few days. Is there anything that you can think of that you need now that you’re home, or should I go with my original game plan and start rifling through your cupboards?”

MJ waved a tired hand toward the kitchen. “Have at it, Tony. Your name is on the lease, too.”

And it was, but that wasn’t the point. “I’ve always told you that it’s your home...”

MJ took a tentative sip of tea and winced, “Fair, but no, have at it...” MJ glanced up at him, “and thank you.” She cleared her throat, then, “Uh, I’m guessing that Ned will be next on the ‘whatever this is’ hit list, and he has this weird thing about warm pineapple juice when he’s sick, so if you wanted to do the whole pre-emptive shop thing, I’m sure he’d appreciate it.”

Tony nodded in agreement. Man, he loved all of these kids. Peter had collected himself an amazing cluster of friends. “Pineapple juice.  Got it.” With that last bit of instruction, Tony left MJ to her misery and disappeared back into the kitchen.

He was just putting the finishing touches on the express grocery order and moving on to the deli’s delivery app when Tony heard Peter shuffling out of his bedroom.

“MJ?” Peter must have been out of it to not notice her arrival, even during his shower. Those spidey senses never took a day off, or so he’d thought.

“Hey, loser, “she replied. “Heard a rumour that we’re both dying.”

“Oof, I hope not,” Peter chuckled back. He must have noticed the tea then because he veered toward the kitchen and Tony, “Oh, I hope really you made one for me, too.”

Tony tapped the ‘Accept’ on the deli order and immediately reached over, ruffling Peter’s hair. “Of course, I did... and just ordered a metric ton of soup for the lot of you. Now go sit down and I’ll bring this out to you.”

Peter didn’t need to be asked twice. While the shower had been good idea, his body was screaming for him to rest, and so he planted himself on the couch with a sigh. “Have I told you you’re my favourite retired superhero lately?”

“Retired?” Tony handed the hot mug to his kid, “I’m concerned that you’ve decided to differentiate between active and not—”

“Really?” Peter reached forward to grab the honey, “’Cuz if you really must know—”

“Apologies for the disruption, Boss.” FRIDAY suddenly chimed in from the watch on Tony’s wrist. “I’ve managed to finally bypass those firewalls and have the information you requested.”

Tony’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Peter, the stinker, “Saved by the bell, young padawan.”

Peter just rolled his eyes and shook his head. “For now... I just wanna know if this is just a bad cold or a flu or what—”

And there was no reason to put it off, “Alright then, FRI, what are we working with here? Do we need to go all ‘hazmat’ on these guys or are we looking at a simple case of campus crud?”

“According to hospital records, it would seem that Jason Russell was admitted to hospital with internal bleeding. He was quickly diagnosed with untreated mononucleosis which led to splenomegaly, an enlarged spleen, which ruptured while he was taking a brisk walk.”

Tony shook his head in disbelief. “The idiot went for a walk?”

But Peter’s jaw dropped. “I have mono?”

And then MJ’s jaw dropped, “You have mono?” Her eyes widened and, in a flash, she was up and pacing, “YOU GAVE ME MONO!? Peter Benjamin Parker! I have exams to study for... and I have to work! What the hell?!”

To say that Tony was perplexed in that exact moment would be an understatement. All of them, Peter, MJ, and Ned were pretty hygienic as a whole so unless Peter had been exposed to some new strain of mono that traveled via a different means than cutlery or kissing—

Tony’s brain blankscreened for a hot second as the realization came to him.  

Tony’s jaw dropped. “Hang on a minute! YOU,” he pointed an accusing finger at Peter, “gave HER mono!” His attention swung back to MJ before he raised his arms in victory, “YES!!” He did a happy dance to end all happy dances, “THIS is why I survived the final snap!  I TOLD May that you guys would get together before Christmas! I told her!”

MJ had stopped her pacing to stand beside Peter, who’d also stood up. “Uh, Tony?” Peter asked tentatively, almost afraid to interrupt, but needing to know, “Are you okay?”

The grin on Tony’s face was brighter than a full-sized arc reactor at night, “Kid, you guys just won me five bucks!”

MJ glared. “Five bucks? But you’re a billionaire. Why the dance?”

“You’re so missing the point!” Tony started to wiggle again, “I was right! May was wrong! Now stop raining on my parade, you grumpy gusses, while I both revel in my awesomeness and call May to rub it in her face—oh. And then Dr. Cho to see if we need to do anything special for you two lovebirds. We don’t want any spleens to rupture or anything!” Tony practically skipped to the kitchen to make his phone call.

Peter and MJ gave up on standing, and simply plunked down together on the couch to process what had just happened.

A few minutes passed before Peter spoke. “I’m sorry that I gave you mono.”

MJ shrugged, “Meh. I’m dating a superhero. I know the risks.”

Peter shook his head and hummed at the absurdity of their lives. “I’m also sorry that this is how our secret came out.”

MJ shrugged again, “Meh,” she gave a playful shove, “I’m also dating Peter Parker. I know the risks.”

Peter smiled softly and closed his eyes to rest and he assumed MJ did the same because it was barely a blink later for the both of them when the sound of keys hitting the bowl at the front door woke them.

“Hey, Tony! This is a surprise!” Ned called out in his normal Ned sorta’ way. “I just intercepted a grocery delivery for the apartment—and there’s pineapple juice! Am I getting sick?”

@sicktember

[whumpcember]

Introducing Whumpcember 2022!

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

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

Now after that ramble, onto the actual rules:

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

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

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

Though, prompts answered during December will most likely be reblogged

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

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

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

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

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

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

Written Prompt List Below

-Main Prompts-

Day 1: Hypothermia

Day 2: Avalanche

Day 3: Storm

Day 4: Shortness of Breath

Day 5: “I hate you!”

Day 6: Separated

Day 7: Scars

Day 8: Faked Death

Day 9: Sacrifice

Day 10: “I won’t leave you”

Day 11: Clothing That Doesn’t Fit

Day 12: Broken Bone

Day 13: Fear of the Unknown

Day 14: Shaking

Day 15: “You’re A Monster”

Day 16: Bad Luck

Day 17: Icy Deep

Day 18: Betrayal

Day 19: Electricity

Day 20: “It’s Too Late”

Day 21: Self-Hate

Day 22: Closing In

Day 23: Stumbling

Day 24: Anticipation

Day 25: “Shouldn’t You Be Happy?”

Day 26: Free Falling

Day 27: Crash Landing

Day 28: Explosion

Day 29: Failure

Day 30: The End Is Nigh

Day 31: Slow Healing

-Alts-

Alt 1. Nightmares

Alt 2. Desperation

Alt 3. Deal With The Devil

Alt 4. Accidental Injury

Alt 5. “I Won’t Help You”

Alt 6. Revenge

Alt 7. Lashing Out

Alt 8. Secrets

Alt 9. On The Run

Alt 10. “I Would Die For You”

[sicktember]

While waiting for the Sicktember 2024, June 15th reveal, check out these past prompts and collections for inspiration!

Sicktember 2023 - 2021 Past Prompts and Collections

💚2023 💚

[AO3 Collection]

Prompts List ⬇

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

2023 Alternate Prompts

Alt. 1.“I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now”

Alt. 2. Fuzzy Socks

Alt. 3. Pounding Headache

Alt. 4. Forehead Kisses

Alt. 5. “I’m so sorry”

💚2022💚

[AO3 Collection]

Prompt List ⬇

1. ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’

2.  Homesick

3.  Painkillers

4.  Hangover

5.  'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.’

6.  Sick on vacation

7.  A cry for attention

8.  Intense coddling

9.  Home remedy

10. Excessive use of tissues/ ‘Blow Your Nose’

11. Emergency Room/ Ambulance

12. Psychogenic Fever/Stress Induced Illness

13. Seasonal/Pet Allergies

14. ‘I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It’s Fine.’' 

15. Frostbite/Sunburn

16. Care Package

17. Syncope/Fainting

18. Nausea/Upset Stomach

19. Whining/Crying 

20.  Cold Sweat

21. ‘Does this look infected to you?’

22. Common Cold/Flu

23. Tepid Bath

24. ‘I Need You To Pull Over!’

25. Acid Reflux/Heartburn

26. Tickle in the Throat

27. Sleepless Night/s

28. Chronic Illness

29. Lethargy/Exhaustion

30. ‘Get Back in Bed!��� 

2022 Alternate Prompts:

Alt. 1. Soft Pajamas

Alt. 2. Vapor Rub

Alt. 3. Cuddling on the Couch

Alt. 4. Taking a Sick Day

Alt. 5. ‘Can You Be Brave For Me?’

💚2021💚

[AO3 Collection]

Prompt List ⬇

1. Fever

2. Persistent Cough/Sniffling.

3. Chicken Pox/Rash 

4. Headache/Migraine

5. Comfort Item (Plush/Blanket)

6. Nebulizer

7. Sneaky Temperature Check

8. Contagious

9. I’m Not Sick

10. Medicine/Injection

11. Bed Rest

12. Faking it

13. Appendicitis

14. Aches and Pains

15. Quarantine 

16. Hot Water Bottle

17. Ginger Ale and Crackers

18. Fever Dream/Hysteria

19. Addiction

20. Doctor’s Visit/Check Up

21. Unlikely Caregiver

22. Toothache

23. Ear Infection

24. Sneezing

25. Sick at School/Work

26. Strep Throat/Laryngitis

27. Blankets

28. Missing Out 

29. Motion Sickness

30. Food poisoning/Allergy

2021 Alternative Prompts:

Alt. 1:  Warm Soup

Alt. 2:  Too Many Layers

Alt. 3:  Vitamin C

Alt. 4:  Stay

Alt. 5:  Asleep on the Couch

[goldenempyrean]

Kisses And Coughdrops

〚 Day 13 - Forehead Kisses 〛

〚 Pairing - Scarlett Johansson x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Scarlett, sick and exhausted, gets a day off, but insists on working but maybe you'll be able to get her to rest. 〛

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When you arrived, you found Scarlett curled up in your trailer, wrapped in a thick blanket, sitting on a small armchair and looking absolutely miserable. Her usually tidy, blonde hair was messily thrown up into a ponytail, and her normally sparkling green eyes were dull and tired – both from the exhaustion of working all day and from whatever germs were making her feel so crappy.

"Hey," you said softly, placing the supplies on the small counter side, “I spoke to production, they agreed to let you have tomorrow off. They’re gonna do the audio logs instead.”

Scarlett managed a weak smile and croaked out a humble, "You didn’t have to do that"

“You'd do the same for me,” You shrugged, truthfully you both knew she needed it, even if she wasn’t willing to admit it, “Plus I don’t think you want to infect the rest of the crew, do you?”

“That’s true.” She her voice cracked as she mumbled before she broke off into a raspy cough, as she continued to look over the script beside her which you hadn’t noticed earlier.

Without a word, you walked over to her, crouching down to her eye level. Your fingers gently tilted her chin upwards, causing her to look at you with those tired, watery green eyes, “I thought we agreed that you were coming back here to rest. You know your lines already; you’re just going to strain your eyes doing this.”

You sighed, heading over to the bedroom and picking up the small pair of glasses which she kept on the bedside before returning and gently sliding them on, not wanting her headache to get any worse.

She sighed, setting the script down on her lap. "I know, but I just want to be sure, I hate the thought of delaying things. I don’t like being ‘that guy’ who holds things up for everyone else.

You leaned in closer, your thumb gently brushing away a stray strand of her blonde hair that had escaped her messy ponytail, “You’re not ‘that guy’, no one would ever think that."

"You're incredible, you know that?" you whispered softly.

She blushed, a faint flush of color spreading across her cheeks. "You're biased," she mumbled, but her eyes held a grateful glint.

"Maybe I am," you admitted with a playful grin, "But that doesn't change the fact that you need to rest. Everything else can be done tomorrow, you just need to start feeling better and you can't do that if you're keeping yourself awake when you're clearly tired love." You added, noticing her failed attempt at hiding a yawn.

Scarlett nodded, it was obvious she was starting to feel the exhaustion creeping in, she moved up, making for space for you as you came to sit beside her. But as you sat down you couldn't help but notice her shivering slightly.

Your concern deepened, and you decided it was time for some extra care. Leaning in, you pressed a tender kiss to her forehead, feeling the heat radiating from her feverish skin. Scarlett closed her eyes for a moment, savoring the affectionate gesture. "You're too good to me," she whispered, her voice still rough but filled with gratitude.

"It's because I care about you," you replied softly, your fingers tracing gentle circles on her back through the blanket as you pressed one more kiss to her forehead before settling beside her, pulling her into a warm embrace, "Now, let's make a deal. You rest for now, and when you're feeling better, we'll run lines together as many times as you want."

Scarlett smiled weakly, her cheeks flushed with a feverish warmth. "Deal."

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@woso-fan13 Updated Masterlist

Updated: 04 January 2024

I have no clue why I did this, I just love this writer sm and wish I could check everything in one place since I keep re-reading the fics lol

PS: If the writer wants me to delete the post and send it to you so you'll post it, feel free to message me! I just love the fics and felt like doing this :D

It didn't fit everything so check out @woso-fan13 for the other masterlist with the rest S2

Sicktember 2023

Number 1: Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

Number 2: Quest For A Cure

Number 3: “What Happened To Your Phenomenal Immune System, Huh?”

Number 4: Hiding an Illness

Number 5: Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

Number 6: Sick & Injured

Number 7: “You’re A Jerk When You’re Sick”

Number 8: Persistent Fever

Number 9: White Coat Syndrome

Number 10: “The Only Place We’re Going Is To The Pharmacy”

Number 11: Beginner’s Guide To Faking Sick

Number 12: Home Remedy/Old Wives Tale

Number 13: Anxious Stomach

Number 14: “I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am.”

Number 15: Sick in an Inconvenient Place

Number 16: Consulting the Internet/Web MD

Number 17: Magical Remedy/ Healing Potion

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

Number 19: Curled Up With a Pet

Number 20: Cramping Pain

Number 21: “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too.”

Number 22: Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

Number 23: Coughing Fit

Number 24: “Did you just sneeze?”

Number 25: Confused/Disoriented

Number 26: Forehead Kisses

Number 27: Uncooperative Patient

Number 28: “I should have stayed home”

Number 29: Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

Number 30: Patient 0

WHUMPTOBER 2023

Number 1: “But now this room is spinning while I’m trying just to fill in all the gaps.”

Number 2: “I’ll call out your name, but you won’t call back.”

Number 3: “Like crying out in empty rooms; with no-one there except the moon.”

Number 4: “I see the danger, It’s written there in your eyes.”

Number 5: “You better pray I don’t get up this time around.”

Number 6: “Do or die, you’ll never make me; Because the world will never take my heart.”

Number 7: “I paced around for hours on empty; I jumped at the slightest of sounds.”

Number 8: “I’ve got soul, but I’m not a soldier.”

Number 9: “Learning everything ain’t what it seems, that’s the thing about these days.”

Number 10: “Can’t you see that you’re lost without me?”

Number 11: “All the lights going dark and my hope’s destroyed.”

Number 12: “I haven’t slept in days but who’s counting?”

Number 13: “It comes and goes like the strength in your bones.”

Number 14: “Feed me poison, fill me ‘till I drown.”

Number 15: “I don’t need you to help me, I can handle things myself.”

Number 16: “Would you lie with me and just forget the world?”

Number 17: “You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.”

Number 18: “I tend to deflect when I’m feeling threatened.”

Number 19: “I’ll take one final step, all you have to do is make me.”

Number 20: “People don’t change people, time does.”

Number 21: “See the chains around my feet.”

Number 22: “They never saw us coming, ‘til they hit the floor.

Number 23: “It’s gonna get me by the end of the night.”

Number 24: “I’ve got a head full of chemicals; mouth full of ridicule.”

Number 25: “You’re not delivering a perfect body to the grave.”

Number 26: “Sometimes I get so tired; I don’t even know myself.”

Number 27: “You drew stars around my scars; But now I’m bleeding.”

Number 28: “We might not make it to the morning; so go on and tell me now.”

Number 29: “I only sink deeper the deeper I think.”

Number 30: “It’s okay, just to say, ‘I’m not okay’.”

Number 31: “I thought that I was getting better.”

Comfortember 2023

Safe

Sweater Weather

Leaves Changing

Warmth

Treehouse

Notes

Sick/Illness

Grief/Mourning

Aftermath

Sadness

Comfort Show/Movie

Dreams

Baking

Late Night Phone Calls

Plushies

Coffee/Tea Break

Heirloom

Cuddles

Loved Ones

Shopping

Relapse

Cry

Anxiety

Blankets

Rain

Friends

Soup

Flashbacks

Sleepover

The New Normal

[whumperwithwings]

Sicktember Day 13

Mononucleosis (Alt Prompt: Hospital Bed)\

Caretaker gripped the edge of the perfectly arranged hospital bed, Whumpee laying deceptively peacefully on top. The heart rate monitor next to them beeped, again and again, at a rate that seemed just slightly too slow and, somehow, slightly to fast at the same time.

Whumpee stirred on the sheets, rumpling the blanket a bit.

"Whumpee? Are you awake?"

There was no answer.

[darl-ingfics]

Sicktember Day 13: Mononucleosis

Fandom: ATEEZ

Sickie: Wooyoung, Yeosang (mono)

Caregiver(s): Hongjoong, Seonghwa

Word Count: 2,199

Notes: I am, admittedly, not the most thrilled with how this turned out, but c'est la vie. I also finished this one pretty last minute cause I had several little bits of dialogue that needed to be strung together. I also know so little about mono, and everything is from Google.

When Wooyoung stumbled out of his room, feeling like death warmed over and craving a little attention from his members, he did not expect to find the room dark except for the light of the muted TV and the couch already occupied. Yeosang was curled up, looking just as bad as Wooyoung felt: skin dully pale, shadows under his eyes, body laying as if it weighed a thousand pounds. Their eyes locked. 

“Mind if I join?”

“Welcome to the party.” Yeosang curled his knees even closer to his chest to make room for Wooyoung on the other end of the couch.

“Your throat hurt like hell too?” Wooyoung asked as he collapsed on the other end of the couch. He stuck his feet under Yeosang’s blanket, and the other didn’t fight him. 

Yeosang nodded. “Tired as hell?”

“You know it.” 

“Great. Glad we can die of the plague together.”

“No one else I’d rather go down with.” 

Yeosang hummed. “I’m actually kinda worried, Woo. I felt totally fine last night, and now even the thought of moving is painful.”

“Funny you say that, cause I was starting to think the same thing. The ‘I was all good last night’ bit. I actually wasn’t all that worried. Until you just said that.” Yeosang’s foot reached out and met Wooyoung’s. “Now I’m less nervous.” Yeosang chuckled at that, but the sound quickly became a groan. 

They laid there, staring blankly at the TV, for an indefinite amount of time. Wooyoung had forgotten his phone in his room, and there was no way he was moving back there on his own. It wasn’t like Yeosang could help him. They were stranded on the couch until someone else found them. 

And that person ended up being San. “Good morning!” he chirped happily, passing the couch on his way to the kitchen. “You two have a sleep over without inviting the rest of us?”

“Something like that.” 

San stopped dead in his tracks, turning back to the couch comically slow. Wooyoung’s response may’ve been cheeky, but his voice was… off. He walked back around the couch, taking a good look at both Yeosang and Wooyoung. Lips pouted in confusion, San flipped on the lamp on the end table. His eyes went wide. “Oh my god, what’s wrong with you?”

“Is it that bad?” Yeosang asked. 

“You look like actual zombies,” San replied. 

“Maybe that’s what we’ve got, Sangie: Zombie flu.” Wooyoung tapped Yeosang’s foot this time, earning a single chuckle from the other man. San’s eyes flew wide, and he immediately brought his shirt up to cover his mouth and nose as he backed away. “San, it was a joke!”

“I know, but I’m guest MC-ing Music Core this week, and I really can’t afford to get the flu right now, zombie or otherwise…” Wooyoung couldn’t decide if he felt bad at San’s panic, or if he wanted to laugh at how ridiculous he was being. “I’m getting Hongjoong and Seonghwa…”  

“Noooo! Don’t wake them!” Yeosang whined, burying his face deeper in the throw pillow. San made a mental note to lysol off the whole couch. Maybe burn it. 

“I’m waking them.” He set off before either of them could complain. 

“Has he always been such a germaphobe?” Wooyoung asked. 

Yeosang shrugged. “I mean, I get it. I wouldn’t want to have zombie flu on camera either.”

“Fair point.”

“Now what’s going on here?” Yunho appeared seemingly out of nowhere, standing in front of the couch, hands placed on his hips as if inspecting some sort of silly shenanigan. This was not a silly shenanigan, thank you very much. 

“We are becoming zombies,” Yeosang announced simply. 

“Okay. How did that happen?” Yunho played right along, noting the glaze in the younger man’s eyes, and hoping to either a.) keep him awake long enough for the MATZ line to check his out, and/or b.) get him to say something funny. 

“Your guess is as good as mine. We have not been in contact with any other zombies or hazardous materials.” 

“Yeah, we both just woke up like this.” Wooyoung attempted to pose without sitting up at all, the movement awkward and looking more like contortion than modeling. Yunho tried his best not to laugh, and was thankfully saved by the entrance of Hongjoong and Seonghwa, San trailing behind them. 

“Now what is this about a zombie flu?” Seonghwa asked. Both and Hongjoong had their arms full of supplies from the medicine cabinet, and after depositing them on the coffee table, he immediately moved to lay a hand on Wooyoung and Yeosang’s foreheads simultaneously. 

“Hyung, I think we’re dying,” Wooyoung announced before Hongjoong slipped the thermometer in his mouth. 

“How so?” the captain asked. “Give me symptoms.”

“Extremely tired. Very sore throat. Entire body aches. Felt fine last night,” Yeosang rattled off. 

“See? Dying!” Wooyoung exclaimed around the thermometer. Hongjoong flicked his forehead. 

“Relax. You probably just caught Yunho-hyung’s cold,” Jongho rolled his eyes. Neither Wooyoung nor Yeosang had noticed him enter the room, but he was currently sitting in the recliner, supervising as Hongjoong and Seonghwa desperately tried to play doctor to the group’s most impatient patient. And Yeosang too. 

“Not nice. Mingi had it first!” Yunho poked the maknae’s shoulder. 

“And I didn’t have a fever,” Mingi (when did he get here?!) pointed out. “And I don’t think Yunho did either.” 

The dancer shook his head. “Nope. And neither of us were this fatigued.”

“Wouldn’t classify it as a ‘very sore throat,’” Mingi added, starting to count on his fingers. 

“Okay, okay we get it,” Wooyoung whined around the thermometer again, rolling his eyes as he slumped back against the couch. He frowned, whole face creasing as Seonghwa pointed the thermometer gun at Yeosang’s forehead. He thankfully waited until Hongjoong pulled the device from his mouth before asking, “Why did you only use the forehead reader on Sangie?”

“So you’d be quiet for a little bit,” Hongjoong answered plainly, assessing the numbers on the screen. Seonghwa showed him Yeosang’s reading as well. 

“Rude.”

“Also, kinda gross to put the same thermometer that was just in your mouth in his,” Mingi commented. 

“Can we put a pause on the peanut gallery?” Wooyoung asked, pointing puppy dog eyes at Seonghwa. The eldest ran his fingers through Wooyoung’s hair, similar to a puppy, but the feeling soothed him somewhat.

“Well, you’re both burning up, so it’s probably not the cold the rest of you had,” Hongjoong commented, starting at the thermometers as if doing so would give him answers. “But I’m stumped. Fever, fatigue, sore throat, but nothing else…”

“Should we get them looked at by a doctor?” San asked from the back of the room. To Wooyoung, it almost looked like he was hiding behind Mingi. As if that would save him from their germs. 

“Most definitely.” Hongjoong was tapping away at his phone now, likely alerting their managers to the situation. 

“Do we have to go right now?” Yeosang’s voice bordered on a whine. Hongjoong couldn’t help but pout with him, ruffling the dancer’s hair affectionately. 

“Well, it’s only 6:30 in the morning. The doctor isn’t in yet, buddy. So you two can rest here for a bit longer. Hopefully they can fit you in ASAP.”

“Cuddle with me, Sangie!” Wooyoung lunged forward towards his friend, resting on his abdomen. Yeosang squirmed away with an annoyed whine, t-shirt riding up over his hips from Wooyoung’s grabbing hands. He pulled it roughly back in place, as if seriously upset that Wooyoung would even consider touching him right now, which did confuse Wooyoung as touching feet earlier had not been a problem…

“Wait! Sangie, hold still.” Both members froze as Seonghwa gently lifted the hem of Yeosang’s t-shirt. Yunho gasped as Seonghwa revealed Yeosang’s abdomen and chest, covered with an ocean of red spots. 

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god.” San continued repeating the words like a protection spell, covering his mouth with his hands and beginning irritatedly pacing far away from the couch. Seonghwa nodded to Yunho, who immediately suggested he and San go take a walk outside. 

“Wait, what the fuck?” Yeosang gasped. “What is this? I didn’t even feel anything!” His breathing started to pick up. “Hyung, what the fuck’s happening to me?!” Wooyoung simply stared at his friend’s abdomen, frozen in panic. 

“Oh Sangie, shhhh,” Seonghwa soothed, opening his arms and nearly falling back into the coffee table from the force of Yeosang clinging to him. “You’re okay. You’re o-kay. You said you didn’t even feel the rash, right?” 

“No!” Yeosang shook his head against Seonghwa’s shoulder. 

“Well, you’re not gonna like it, but I think this means you have mono, bud.” The eldest glanced over to Wooyoung. “You too, love.” 

Wooyoung blinked, shaking his head as if Seonghwa had just told him there was a dragon living in their basement. “What?” he exclaimed. “There is NO WAY we have mono! Isn’t that the kissing one?”

“Yeah, Hwa, are you sure?” Hongjoong asked, kneeling down on the other side of Yeosang. Seunghwa nodded sadly. “My brother had it once when we were in high school. It’s not just kissing, you can get it from other things too,” he explained, petting Yeosang’s hair gently. The dancer had stopped hyperventilating, but his grip on Seonghwa had only gotten tighter. “Sharing drinks; that’s how my brother’s got it. Sharing chapstick. Maybe even toothbrushes…”

“We don’t share toothbrushes!” Wooyoung insisted. 

“Maybe even toothbrushes touching,” Seonghwa finished gently. “Maybe. It’s possible that you may’ve mixed water bottles with another group at some point, maybe that’s how…” He was cut off by Yeosang lurching away from him, glaring daggers at Wooyoung.

“YOU kissed me!” he exclaimed, immediately wincing at the pain in his throat. “You kissed me when I asked you not to, and here we are!”

Wooyoung’s head cocked to the side. “When?!”

“After our all kill! During the encore stage? You got too excited and grabbed my face and I tried to squirm so you hit my mouth instead of my cheek.”

“That was a month ago!”

“Yeah, about that, mono does have a four to six week incubation period.” Hongjoong held up his phone, where he’d been fact checking mono symptoms. 

Wooyoung clapped his hands to this mouth as his face drained of color. “Oh my god…” Yeosang continued to glare at him. 

“Well, good thing we’ve been super strict about not sharing water bottles,” Hongjoong muttered to Seonghwa, who nodded emphatically. 

“Who would’ve thought there would be an upside to half the group sharing a cold.”

“And that it would be that the rest of us wouldn’t get mono.”

“I can’t believe you gave me mono,” Yeosang huffed, crossing his arms over his chest and physically turning his body as far away from Wooyoung as he could.

Wooyoung’s jaw dropped open. “Um, who said I gave it to you? Maybe YOU had it first and gave it to ME!”

“No. You kissed me. That means it’s your fault.” Now both Yeosang and Wooyoung were pouting on their separate side of the couch. Hongjoong and Seonghwa made the mistake of making eye contact and nearly burst out laughing. 

They were saved by the reappearance of Yunho and San, the dancer’s arm wrapped protectively around the vocalist’s shoulders. 

“Good news, Sannie. They aren’t contagious unless you kiss them!” Mingi cheered. 

“Well why would I ever want to do that?” San replied, pulling a face. Wooyoung threw a pillow at him, causing San to squawk in fear and dodge behind Yunho to not get hit with anything potential contaminated, despite Mingi’s earlier explanation. 

“Okay kids, settle down,” Hongjoong said, holding up his hands for a ceasefire. “I need everyone who’s healthy to go start getting ready for schedules. Yeosang and Wooyoung, I need you two to make up and take care of each other until manager-nim can come get you.”

“Kiss and make up, more like it,” Mingi snorted to himself as he disappeared down the hallway. Wooyoung wound his arm up to throw another pillow at him, but Seonghwa held him back. 

“Rest, Woo,” the eldest said gently. “I know it’s frustrating to be sick, and scary cause we don’t actually know what this is. But all you two can do is rest and let your bodies heal.”

“Okay,” Wooyoung relented. Hongjoong shook his head. Why didn’t Wooyoung ever listen to him like that? “Sangie, I’m sorry I may have gotten you sick.”

“Yeosang?” Hongjoong prompted. 

Yeosang sighed, releasing his arms from their cross. “I’m sorry I may have gotten you sick, and I snapped at you about it.”

“There we go! I think that’s earned you both popsicles later.”

Wooyoung’s eyes lit up immediately, but surprisingly so did Yeosang’s. The dancer never gave into bribery by snack, so he must’ve really wanted that popsicle to be so visibly excited. 

And sure enough, one doctor’s visit later, Yeosang and Wooyoung were curled up together in Wooyoung’s bed, officially diagnosed with mono and contentedly enjoying the promised popsicles, content with the assurance that there were plenty more in the freezer for them over the next few weeks.

[maybeitsalivescribbles]

Sicktember 23, 13. Anxious Stomach (TTD)

(Same Hero and Villain than here and here, but you'll be fine if you'll only read this one.)

Hero sighed, squared their holders, preparing themself to go into the training room where Superhero waited. It was the end of the day, and they hadn’t eaten a thing. At the morning, they’d stared at their breakfast as if they could have been fed by the simple vision of their cereal bowl. Former Villain had seen them and wrinkled their nose in disgust over their sixth cup of coffee.

“No wonder you can’t best me if you casually consume this,” they’d declared.

“I have bested you,” had grumbled Hero, looking at a spoonful of milk and crunchy bits without touching it. “You have reformed and we are roommates.”

“I don’t see your point. It proves that I was successful at invading your lair. Can you even best me at the killing of countless living organisms in your own flat ?”

“Cleaning. You mean cleaning.”

Villain had shrugged:

“You lack panache in the morning.”

Well, maybe they did. Unlike some smug jerk, they had a job and they knew exactly what was going to happen. After a whole day of patrolling, they were going to meet Superhero like every month. And they couldn’t eat.

Lunch was the same. They’d stared at a bar and at a bakery, but the simple idea of actually chewing something made them sick. The knot that was their stomach refused to untie, so they’d spent the day eating nothing but coffee. Which was, of course, a terrible idea. Training with Superhero was at best exhausting, even under normal conditions. They opened the door, looked at their mentor who looked so tall, so fierce, so unbeatable, and something in them snapped. They couldn’t. Not today.

“I’m sorry, Superhero,” they began nervously. “Can...can we postpone this ?”

“Why is that ?”

“I – I guess I’m a bit sick.”

Superhero stared at them with cold, unimpressed eyes:

“I see you have no trouble standing up, though. May I remind you, we at the agency are not your babysitters. We are your employers. Does crime rest, Hero ? Will villains let you have a nice break if you ask politely ?”

The one I have at home would, thought Hero, and they bit their tongue to stay silent about it.

“We are worried about you, Hero. Very worried. Face me.”

“Why ?” they asked, resignedly preparing themself.

Barely looking at them, Superhero threw a large energy beam in their direction. Hero rolled over and dodged dutifully.

“We’re looking at your monthly results and they are not satisfying. In fact, if you keep on like this, you’re going to find yourself at the bottom of the list.”

“I don’t understand. I thought I was improving ! I made very little property damage this month.”

“You’ve been called for twenty-six incidents. I only see one arrest.”

“Ah yes, I couldn’t prevent it.”

“The incidents ?”

“The arrest. That guy had to be stopped.”

“What about the others ?”

“I could manage. I’m working with Social Service people, so I’ve learned one thing or two about deescalation.”

“You mean you’ve let the culprits go free.”

A larger energy beam invaded the room; this time they had to jump very high to avoid it. Once back on both their feet, they felt their heart beating way too fast. They had to rest their back against the wall for a moment. Their stomach had hurt all day, but it was dangerously grumbling now. How calm and nonchalant Superhero looked next to them, how cool his voice was when he softly said:

“Sloppy. Slow. Lazy.”

“I’ve brought down Villain !” they protested. “Forgive me but it seems like a big victory.”

“If you’d done that, yes. But are you sure of it ? Maybe they’re just biding their time. Maybe they just wait for you to reveal the agency’s secrets. Are you strong enough to beat them ?”

Hero had no time to move. In a flash, their mentor was right in front of them, a hand wrapped around their throat. He didn't squeeze. He didn't need to.

“We doubt it,” he gently said. “We doubt it very much. To be clear, we won’t be sure about Villain’s status until they are still breathing. Am I clear ?”

“Crystal,” answered Hero, their voice weak.

They collapsed.

Hero gently pushed the door of their flat, with a hand that had no strength left. His return wasn’t unnoticed; darkness seemed to surround the spot they were in. At the same time, a long, thin silhouette loomed over them, with cold eyes and no smile.

“ So you’ve come to my lair, Hero,” declared Villain. “You shall be spared if you’re ready to pay the price.”

Hero sighed and put their shopping bag on a chair nearby.

“ Yeah, yeah, I’ve got your batteries.”

They shook their head while Villain rummaged through the bag and found their prey. Once they retrieved the small package, they threw back their head and gave their usual booming, evil laugh:

“The power is mine ! Miiine !”

Hero gently rubbed their forehead and tiredly asked:

“It’s for your Gameboy, right ?”

“Yeah. Old-fashioned you might say, but I am a person of refined taste.”

“ Uh-uh. Sure.”

They had no energy left for a more biting retort. All they thought about was collapsing into their bed. Villain called them back, though:

“Wait, o my nemesis ! One last ordeal for you.”

Hero stopped. Hero rolled their eyes. Hero turned back and stared at them. They watched them trotting toward the fridge, pulling out a blender container full of a white, smooth, thick liquid. Hero eyed at it suspiciously.

“What is that thing ?”

“To my knowledge, it is called a smoothie. Soy milk, coconut, pineapple and lemon.”

They opened the lid. It smelled...good. More than that, actually. Hero’s stomach grumbled.

“Can I have a sip if I do the dishes ?”

They expected to be soundly rebuffed, but Villain rolled their eyes and put a large glass before them.

“It’s your ordeal, isn’t it ? Drink it up, idiot. I’ve made it for you.”

“...Oh.”

Hero tried it. Their stomach begrudgingly accepted it.

“Again, my dastardly plan was successful,” said Villain, watching their nemesis emptying the blender glass by glass with satisfaction. “And now, since you’ve foolishly proposed, you shall do the dishes and – what ?”

The last word was squeaked in surprise. Hero had stood up, their face emotionless, and had thrown their arms around them. Villain froze and frowned in their confusion.

“I’m uh – not sure what is happening here,” they said.

“To my knowledge, it is called a hug.”

“That I’ve figured. What I lack is...context ?”

“Yep,” sighed Hero. “We need to talk.”

*

Back to These Two Dorks masterlist.

Or to Hero x Villain Masterlist.

[woso-fan13]

Masterlist

Updated: 10 August 2023

USWNT

Make A Wish

The 3 P's

Everything is Going Swimmingly

Syrup & Strollers

Sleepless Sleepovers

Directions

Even if You're Little, You Can Do a Lot

What's In a Name?

Peanuts & Paramedics

Roadtrip

Roadtrip Part 2

Stuffed Rabbits & Regression

It's Not Drugs (At Least Not The Ones You're Thinking)

Everything Was Not Fine

New Year’s Eve

Adventures in Lelavators

Concussions and Cuddles

Baby Bunny

Catching Flights (And Also so Many Feelings)

It’s Fantastic

Fevers & Favorites

Trouble

Rough Day

WOSO

A Pale Face and Red Circles on your Cheeks

I Don't Really Know, But She Seems Fine

This is a Nightmare

WHUMPTOBER 2022

Number 1: A Little Out Of The Ordinary

Number 2: Nowhere To Run

Number 3: Hair's Breadth From Death

Number 4: Dead On Your Feet

Number 5: Every Whumpee's Needs

Number 6: Proof Of Life

Number 7: The Way You Shake And Shiver

Number 8: Everything Hurts And I'm Dying

Number 9: The Very Noisy Night

Number 10: Poor Unfortunate Souls

Number 11: 911, What's Your Emergency

Number 12: What Could Go Wrong?

Number 13: Can't Make An Omelette Without Breaking A Few Legs

Number 14: Die A Hero Or Live Long Enough To Become A Villain

Number 15: Emotional Damage

Number 16: No Way Out

Number 17: Hanging By A Thread

Number 18: Let's Break The Ice

Number 19: Enough Is Enough

Number 20: It's Been A Long Day

Number 21: Famous Last Words

Number 22: Pick Your Poison

Number 23: At The End Of Their Rope

Number 24: Fight, Flight, Or Freeze

Number 25: Silence Is Golden

Number 26: No One Left Behind

Number 27: Pushed To The Limit

Number 28: It's Just The Tip Of The Iceberg

Number 29: What Doesn't Kill Me

Number 30: Note To Self: Don't Get Kidnapped

Number 31: A Light At The End Of The Tunnel

Sicktember 2022

‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’

Homesick

Painkillers

Hangover

'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.’

Sick on Vacation

A Cry for Attention

Intense Coddling

Home Remedy

Excessive Use of Tissues

Emergency Room

Stress Induced Illness

Pet Allergies

‘I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It’s Fine.’

Frostbite

Care Package

Syncope/Fainting

Upset Stomach

Whining/Crying

Cold Sweat

‘Does this look infected to you?’

Common Cold/Flu

Tepid Bath

‘I Need You To Pull Over!’

Taking a Sick Day

Tickle in the Throat

Sleepless Night/s

Chronic Illness

Lethargy/Exhaustion

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