#sicktember day 24

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@sicktember Day 24: "Did you just sneeze?"

Warning for Illness, exhaustion, past hospital setting, medication

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Fic title : "Did You Just Sneeze?"

@sicktember 2023 prompt : "Did you just sneeze?"

Rating : Teen & Up Audiences

Fandom : She Ra and the Princesses of Power

Pairings : Catra/Adora

Additional tags : Sneezing, Allergies, Fluff, Cute

Word count : 135

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Sicktember Day 24

“Did you just sneeze?”

Spoiler: This is an excerpt from The Chosen Twins

Anakin Skywalker

“Did you just sneeze?” I hear Aniya’s voice saying, right near my head.

I open my eyes, blinking up at the sky above me. There’s no sign of the rain from yesterday. Except for a few clouds, the sky is entirely blue. The sun is slinking over the horizon already, lighting the grass golden. The grass right next to my head when I shift position is still lightly wet from the rain of the night before. It’s already right past sunrise, and that means we need to move out.

Slowly, moving to sit up, I see Aniya watching Obi-Wan, who… definitely is sick now.

He just… looks like it, far more so than he did yesterday. I don’t know if he has a fever or not, but he doesn’t look very good. And I don’t think even he can deny it anymore.

“You know, it doesn’t need to be a secret,” she chirps, when he ignores her prior question entirely.

“How are you feeling, Master?” I ask, eyeing him.

Obi-Wan huffs out a breath but sounds in general like he’s in serious need of coughing again. “It’s nothing serious.”

Which essentially means yes, he’s admitting he’s sick. I cannot believe he just confessed that, after denying all yesterday afternoon.

[thedashaperspective]

Adrenaline

Fandom: Victorious

For Sicktember Day 24: “i need you to pull over!”

Robbie/Jade

When Robbie has a life-threatening allergic reaction, Jade finds herself responding in unexpected ways.

@sicktember

“Let’s go,” Jade ordered. She flung open the passenger door and went to start the car.

“Coming, coming!” Robbie hopped in and hurriedly slammed the door.

She didn’t want to be doing this. A play Jade had written was premiering soon at Hollywood Arts. She didn’t cast it; Sikowitz had. That’s how Robbie ended up as the lead. Some local news show that covered community events couldn’t find enough craft fairs and soup sales to cover, so they asked Jade and Robbie to come over for an interview. Robbie was eager, but Jade only went when forced by Sikowitz. He said local news was the backbone of America and blah, blah, blah.

Well, not exactly local news. It was an hour away.

And Robbie’s car was in the shop.

Jade was stuck driving him home, and she rolled her eyes as he fumbled with the seat belt. She pulled out of the parking lot, trying to ignore his stupidity.

“Can we listen to music?” Robbie asks.

“Do you really think this will be some road trip with your BFF?’ Jade shot back.

“No. I just want music.”

Jade growled. “Turn on something good then.”

Robbie flipped through stations, but nothing good was playing.

There was a sharp intake of breath. “Jade!”

“What?” She replied, voice dripping with annoyance.

“There’s a wasp in the car!”

Jade flicked her eyes over and saw the agitated insect. “What do you want me to do about it?”

Robbie took off his shoe, flailing his arms as he tried to squish the wasp. “Ow! It stung me!” He exclaimed, sounding offended. With a desire for revenge, Robbie slammed his shoe into the dashboard and let out a victorious laugh.

“Do you mind? I’m trying to wreck this car.” Jade let the annoyance color her voice black.

“The wasp stung me,” Robbie moaned. He held up his left wrist with his shirtsleeve rolled up. It was already swelling and red.

Jade inwardly pitied Robbie, but instead said, “Get over it.”

“Can we please stop at a drug store? It’s itchy.” Robbie knew he shouldn’t scratch too hard, so he rubbed his wrist on his black jeans.

“Not for awhile. The next exists are blocked for construction.” Jade didn’t sound so snarky this time. She looked over at Robbie and sighed. “If you keep doing that, your arm’s gonna really swell up. Not that I care.”

“You’re right.” Robbie folded his hands and tried to concentrate on the static-filled yacht rock on the radio. He had never been stung by a wasp before, so he didn’t know what to expect. Maybe the vague feeling of dread and confusion was normal. And Jade was right—his wrist was rapidly swelling.

The radio became clearer and Robbie let himself be distracted. “I love this song!” he announced. It was Asia’s “Heat of the Moment.”

I never meant to be so bad to you,

One thing I said that I would never do.

A look at you and I would fall from grace

And that would wipe the smile right from my face.

Jade sucked in a breath. Why was the world intent on reminding her of breaking up with Beck? She glanced at Robbie, singing and fidgeting in his seat, to help her refocus on the road.

And when your looks are gone and you’re alone

How many nights you sit beside the phone?

What were the things you wanted for yourself?

Teenage ambitions you remember well.

Robbie’s singing became a little strained and Jade realized he wasn’t fidgeting, but scratching. When the song ended, Robbie groaned in frustration. “Jade, I’m so itchy!” he whined, clawing his collarbone.

She sighed. “No duh. In case you forgot, you were stung by a wasp.”

“But I’m not just itchy where I got stung anymore.”

This caught Jade’s attention Weren’t you just supposed to feel itchy around the sting for a few days and then it was over? “Where else are you itchy?”

“Both my arms now. My chest. My shoulders, so my back might be next.” Robbie unbuckled his seat belt.

“What the heck?” Jade exclaimed. She had to force herself to look at the road while Robbie raced to take off his button-down and throw it on the floor.

“Oh…” Robbie squeaked.

Jade took in Robbie’s current state as much as she could while keeping the car on the road. “Aw, frick, Robbie.”

Robbie stared stupefied at the hives covering his body. “I guess I’m allergic to wasp stings,” he said slowly.

“I’ll get off at the next exist, but I’m not sure when that’ll be,” Jade actually felt bad for Robbie. Huh.

Robbie let out a shaky breath. “I just need to calm down.” He turned up the radio to provide a distraction from the itching and the bad feeling washing over him, but smiled to hear Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love.”

“How are you?” Jade asked, trying not to sound as concerned as she was.

Robbie cleared his throat. “As good as I can be.” He cleared his throat again, then started coughing.

Jade couldn’t ignore her alarm. “Robbie, what happening?”

His coughing fit ended with a wheeze. “I don’t know, and I’m kinda scared.”

“There are no exits for a while.” Jade realized with dread.

Robbie coughed and wheezed and curled in on himself as nausea suddenly smacked at him. “I need you to pull over!” He yelled, ending with a loud sucking breath.

Jade felt ice pour into her veins. She threw on the turn signal and quickly jerked the car to edge of the road. It gave a little hop when she put it into Park.

Robbie scrambled to open the door. He flopped on the gravel-coated ground. Jade rushed over as Robbie took quick breaths with wide eyes and sunk to the ground beside him. The hives were even worse on his bare chest and covered his whole back. She didn’t know how to comfort him. Jade tentatively put a hand on his shoulder. He tensed and vomited. Again and again his body heaved. All she could do was stroke his back and pat his shoulder. Maybe she was aggravating his hives, but that was the least of Robbie’s problems.

After the painful dry heaving subsided, Robbie collapsed back into Jade. He was breathing like he had just sprinted. When he spoke, he sounded small and strangled. “Help me. I’m really scared right now.”

Jade swallowed. “I’m calling 911.” She raced to her phone in the center console and steeled herself for the call. Jade told the dispatcher the nearest mile marker and that her friend couldn’t breath right because of an allergic reaction. She had returned to sitting with Robbie by this point, still describing his symptoms. Jade ran her hands through his hair to provide some comfort while he was wheezing hard.

“So dizzy, Jade,” Robbie mumbled. Jade’s heart fell. The dispatcher said an ambulance would arrive soon, and instructed Jade to elevate Robbie’s feet. She pulled him into the passenger seat and lifted his legs onto the dash. Without thinking, she went back to running her fingers through his hair. He smiled. She asked if having his legs up helped.

“A little, I guess. I can’t catch my breath.” Robbie was terrified and seemed to be fading. Jade squeezed his hand. He coughed a few times, leaving him wheezing helplessly. “Talk to me,” he begged.

“Uh, okay.” Jade tried to think of something to say that, if she were Robbie, wouldn’t be seen as empty platitudes. She couldn’t come up with anything. “The weather is good? And...I didn’t know that you knew ‘80s songs, but I guess you do, because you were singing to the radio. I mean, I don’t know a lot about you...I remember the first time I met you. I thought you were a dork, but, like a really talented dork. And you annoy me, but I don’t know why. You—frick, how did you get this bad so fast?” Jade was powerless to stop the tears leaking down her cheeks or Robbie’s shaking, gasping breaths.

Then there was a distant sound...”The ambulance! You’re gonna be okay, Robbie, you’re gonna be okay.” Jade waved her arms as the ambulance approached. She passed her hand through Robbie hair once more.

“What’s...gonna happen?” Robbie asked through panting breaths.

“I’m not sure, but they’ll probably give you an epi-pen, or something.” “Will you...come...to the hospital?”

“Yeah, of course I will.” And then the ambulance was pulling in front of the car with a deafening blare of sirens. Robbie was loaded into the ambulance, the paramedics told her what hospital they were going to, and then they shot off down the highway. Even Jade didn’t dare drive that fast, but followed along and kept the ambulance in her sight. Finally it got off at an exit and she wove through the streets until she could stop the car in the emergency room parking lot, resting her head on the steering wheel and trembling for a moment before going into the hospital.

At the desk, she asked about Robbie and was told he was being treated. She said her name was Tori Shapiro, his sister, and was assured she would be the first to know any information.

Jade tried to make herself comfortable in a patterned vinyl chair in the waiting room. She watched some documentary on the TV about a woman who killed her husband. She paged through the People magazines. She felt she should call someone, tell someone that Robbie was so sick, but who would she call? Robbie’s parents should be notified, but she had no way of knowing how to contact them. Cat would be useless. Tori wouldn’t do well under this kind of stress, not that she could say she was doing all that well. Her impulse was to call Beck, but what would she say? Robbie’s in the hospital, and I need you here for him and me, even though we just broke up. I’m not sure anymore if I ever loved you or I just loved the idea of you?

Yeah, she wasn’t calling Beck. So, Andre it was. Her voice sounded so small when she spoke to him, and she hated it, but she couldn’t refrain from crying when she told Andre about having to pull over and seeing Robbie go downhill fast.

“I...seeing him like that, when he couldn’t even breathe...I just wanna see Robbie.” She whimpered.

Andre inhaled. “Look, I’m sure they’re doing all they can for him. Hang in there, and tell Robbie I’m think of him” Andre and Jade and chatted a while longer, and then Jade was left with only the local news to keep her company.

Stupid local news.

What would she say when she could finally talk to Robbie? She had never been good at comforting. To comfort someone meant them being vulnerable, and you being vulnerable right there with them. Jade West did not do vulnerable, didn’t let herself get hurt.

Except she was hurt. There had been times—most of the time, actually—when she couldn’t stand Beck. Now that he was gone, Jade felt herself drifting with no direction. Or maybe it wasn’t that, but the fact that she could no longer deny the bitter truth—she had never loved Beck and wondered if she could love anyone.

What was with the introspection all of a sudden? She knew, though, instantly, that seeing Robbie have a life-threatening allergic reaction put things into perspective. No illusions could remain in her mind.

Jade was filled with an urge to care for Robbie that originated deep in her core. She wanted to hold Robbie, to tell him he would be okay, to...run her fingers through his hair until she felt him relax.

This was not the Jade West she knew.

------

“Tori? Tori Shapiro?” A nurse called. It took Jade a moment to startle awake and recall that was supposed to be her. The nurse sat down. “So I guess you know your brother had an allergic reaction?”

“How is he? Is he doing any better now?”

The nurse smiled. “A lot better. He went into anaphylactic shock, which is a severe allergic reaction with low blood pressure. Robbie was one sick kid for a while there. Anaphylaxis is very serious, and wasp stings can cause particularly bad reactions. Now, thankfully, his blood pressure is stabilizing, his breathing has settled, and the reaction isn’t progressing. I bet you wanna see him, so let’s go.”

A weight was thrown off Jade’s stomach as she thanked the nurse and followed her through the halls until she reached a door. Knocking softly, the nurse said, “Hey. I brought your sister Tori to see you.”

“My sister Tori? I--” Robbie shut up as Jade made a slashing motion across her throat.

The nurse left, and Jade was able to fully take in the situation. Robbie was connected to an IV and heart monitor. He was receiving oxygen through a tube under his nose. The patterned purple hospital gown contrasted with his deep pink hives. His face was puffy, but that was nothing compared to his red, swollen left arm. Robbie looked miserable, but Jade had never been happier to see him.

“Hey, sis,” Robbie giggled, then coughed.

Jade looked away. “I figured they had to let me in if I was family.”

Robbie looked shocked. “Thanks, Jade.”

Jade bit the inside of her mouth to keep from grinning like an idiot. “Are you doing any better?”

“A lot better,” Robbie smiled ruefully. “I feel like someone tried to clean me with a pressure washer.”

Jade just stared. Robbie was safe. He wasn’t wheezing, he could talk, and he could even joke around. He heart had quickened at his smile. Or maybe it had quickened whenever she had unknowingly grasped Robbie’s hand.

Robbie’s eyes flicked to their joined hands, but gave no reaction. “Thanks for everything,” He said instead.

“For everything?” Jade asked incredulously.

“Jade…” Robbie’s voice was hoarse yet strong. “I was terrified and you got me through it. When I needed you to be strong, you were.”

Jade blushed with shame. “I don’t...take care of people.”

“But you did, and you are. People change, Jade,” Robbie had the strangest look on his face. Transfixed, Jade thought she had nothing to lose, and she threaded the fingers of her other hand through Robbie’s hair. It was curly silk to her.

“Robbie…All I wanna do is make you feel better. Seeing you like that…” Jade could barely think of anything else but her fluttery heart and Robbie—his hair, his skin, his hopeful eyes, his lips—

Jade had always been the kind of person to act first, ask questions later. Despite how strangely she had been acting today, this instinct kicked in yet again.

Jade cupped the back of Robbie’s neck, her other hand on his cheek. She leaned in and kissed him, feather light and lingering. She pulled back, saw Robbie’s dilated eyes and sweet smile, and kissed him again. This time, she pushed against his mouth, his neck tensing and relaxing. Jade had no conscious thought until Robbie shook his head. He was panting.

“Need to catch my breath. Anaphylaxis, remember?” He explained, sheepish and dazed.

Robbie tried to raise his hand to touch Jade’s face, but his good arm was weighed down by IV lines. Jade covered his hand with her own.

“Wow. Robbie Shapiro,” she mumbled.

“Jade West,” he teased. Then he added seriously, “I had no idea you were so sweet.”

“No one’s ever called me sweet.” “They don’t know you like this. I’m just lucky to know the truth.” Robbie was mesmerized by the girl next to him.

Robbie shifted his hand, and Jade caught his drift. She let Robbie take her hand, and he stroked it with his thumb.

Eventually, Robbie remember that he needed to tell his parents all that had gone on, and then he was moved to the observation ward for the night.

Jade and Robbie watched mindless television until his parents arrived. She tried to slip away from their worry over their son and gratitude for her.

“I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?” he called out, hope in his voice.

“You didn’t even have to ask.” she responded, and then she was gone.

-----

Jade’s heart worked double time as the phone rang. She felt she would lose control when she heard his voice.

“How are you today?” The words rushed out.

Robbie laughed. “Great. Still itchy, but they said that would stick around for a bit. I’m getting discharged today.”

Jade felt her heart slow down.

Robbie said he would try to go to school the next day—Monday—and Jade said she would see him there with a smile in his voice.

Beck never made her feel this way.

-------

Robbie came to school on Monday, though he probably shouldn’t have. He wore a jacket, likely to hide his wasp sting, Jade suspected. He just seemed wiped out, and he squirmed and twitched all day, though the hives on his neck and face had gone away.

Normally Jade would relentlessly torment Robbie over this. Instead, she cornered him in the hallway and asked him how he was holding up.

Robbie was baffled that Jade would talk to him like this when anyone at school could see. “I’m not good,” he answered. “I’m so exhausted, all I wanna do is scratch, and my arm burns where I got stung.” He unzipped his jacket and carefully peeled it off.

“Oh, Robbie...that’s bad.” His whole left forearm was swollen, and Jade made a noise of sympathy as Robbie lifted his shirt and revealed hives on his chest to match those on his arms. “You should go home.” That deep-seated desire was back, telling her to hold Robbie, take him home, apply lotion to his hives…

“Just...if you get worse, go to the office.” She ordered, though her voice wasn’t sharp.

Through his misery, Robbie wondered how Jade had become so caring so fast. As she walked away, Jade wondered the same thing.

------

Robbie spent Monday evening sleeping and Tuesday morning doing all the homework he should have done the night before. The evening was spent at Andre’s working on a project, but tomorrow he would be with Jade. He had to be. He needed to tease out this seismic shift in their relationship.

“My car’s still out of commission. Can you drive me home tomorrow?” He texted Jade later that night.

The reply came quickly: “Yeah oc.”

Now all he had to do was wait.

----

Wednesday started wonderfully for Robbie. He was finally victorious over his hives and clear skin had won out. After he popped a Benadryl, his wasp sting stopped irritating him. And he had a fluttery feeling of hope for the drive home from school.

Jade was her usually snarky, sarcastic self, though none of it was directed at Robbie.

Robbie was keyed up all day, but finally the bell rang for the last time and he waited for Jade at his locker. She strode down the steps, wavy hair bouncing, wearing a red shirt, black sweater, black miniskirt and tights, and those boots…

It seemed Robbie was willing to make a one-time exception to the type of girl he usually found attractive.

“You ready to go?” she asked.

Robbie nodded. Before he knew it, he was once again flipping through radio stations in Jade’s car. Jade enjoyed knowing Robbie was sneaking glances at her and enjoyed for the second time Addicted to Love.

You can’t sleep, you can’t eat

There’s no doubt, you’re in deep

You’re throat is tight, you can’t breathe

Another kiss is all you need

You like to think that you’re immune to the stuff, oh yeah

It’s closer to the truth to say you can’t get enough

You know you’re gonna have to face it, you’re addicted to love.

When the parked, Robbie turned. “Do you wanna come in for a bit?”

She opened the car door.

Robbie ushered her inside and upstairs to his bedroom in the empty house. It was filled with odds and ends, but everything had a place. He closed the door softly.

“What are we doing?” His voice was husky.

Jade stared. “I don’t know, but I like it.” she said, uncharacteristically unsure.

Robbie touched her wrist, held her hand. “Do you like it enough to continue?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you like it enough to be my girlfriend?”

“Yeah.”

“Oh, Jade.” Robbie had energy flowing through his fingertips as he caressed Jade’s neck. Fire burst on her skin where he touched. Robbie found the nape of her neck and played with the hair at her scalp.

“You know, what happening between us is like getting hives.” He remarked.

Jade stilled her hands. Was really going to ruin this moment?

Robbie rested his his forehead on hers for a second, then went back to fixing her with that powerful look. “You got under my skin out of nowhere. I couldn’t think of anything else but wanting to scratch this itch. When I got to scratch a little, the itch just got worse and worse. I need a cure. Are you gonna cure me, Jade?”

Jade cupped his neck. “You know all I wanna do is make you feel better.”

Robbie kissed her hand, and then their hands were in each other’s hair. Jade smiled against Robbie’s lips as a rush of adrenaline made her heart pound.

[groundcontrol21]

Sicktember #24

Prompt #24: “I Need You to Pull Over!”

Fandom: Merlin

Title: Stop and Go

Summary: On the road back to Camelot, Arthur gets sick. 

Notes/CW: Obviously since we are in the canon time of horses, it is the horse version of pulling over. CW: emeto. I tried my absolute best to keep all description to a minimum (bc I don’t like it either lol) so it’s generic sickfic levels of stuff, but still, that is the nature of the illness. 

Merlin sighed in contentment when he glimpsed the outline of the Camelot castle in the distance between the breaks in trees. After sleeping out in the forest for a few nights with Arthur, it was now only a small matter of time before he could return the prince to his room and be free of him for a few hours while he cleaned his armor. Arthur was in a particularly silent and sullen mood that day, and there was only so many times Merlin would ask him if everything was alright before moving on for both their sanities. 

Still, Merlin was not rid of the prince yet, and the woods were quite boring and quiet without any conversation, so he asked, “Have I told you about the girl in Ealdor who tied chickens together by their legs at night?”

“Yes.” 

“Are you lying because you think it will make me shut up and get you out of hearing this story?”

“It’s possible,” Arthur said, sounding distracted. 

Merlin clucked his tongue. “You shouldn’t do that, sire. It’s not honest, and besides, this is a good one. You’ll love it.”

“Oh, will I?”

Merlin could hear the eye-roll in Arthur’s voice, and he grinned. “Now, this girl, Morwenna, lived on a little farm on the outskirts of town and her parents had their own chicken coop. That’s where the chicken tying started, which, if you ask me, was a stroke of utter genius if she wanted to pass the blame, since you never expect a criminal to be that bold as to cause trouble in their own home right from the start. Or maybe she was just bored one day and decided to start there. Anyway, that’s how it started, on a day in midsummer, before it started to spread…”

Merlin spoke and spoke, and was so engrossed in his memories and in the very telling of this tale that he almost didn’t notice the whinny from behind him. “See,” he said, “even your horse finds it funny. Not surprising she has better taste than you.”

The only response Merlin got was another snort from the horse and the abrupt cessation of her hooves. “Arthur?” he called, looking over his shoulder. 

Merlin had turned just in time to see Arthur launch himself from his saddle and go stumbling into the brush, grasping at his stomach as though it might fall out through his chain mail. He tripped or fell or collapsed forward, but whatever the movement’s intentionality, the end result was that the branches and leaves of the shrubbery entirely obscured him. 

“Arthur!”

Merlin jumped from his horse with equivalent urgency, running to where Arthur had disappeared, ignoring the pounding of his heart as he batted aside branch after branch until at last he saw Arthur on his hands and knees. From the shakiness of Arthur’s limbs, the pallor of his skin, and the convulsiveness of his swallows, Merlin could tell the problem at once. 

He went to the prince and laid a hand across the nape of his neck, aiming to massage a bit to soothe the tight muscles there, but quickly transferred his hand to Arthur’s forehead with a prick of alarm. 

Arthur waved his hand in what was perhaps a weak and pathetic attempt to swat away his hand. “‘m fine,” he mumbled. “Leave off.”

Merlin shook his head. “You have a fever. Why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

For the moment, Arthur must have been feeling better, for he sat back on his haunches and glared at Merlin with glassy eyes. “I’m not sick, it's just… Must be that rabbit you cooked for breakfast.”

“My rabbit?” Merlin said, offended. “That was exquisite. One of the best meals I have ever cooked, dare I say.”

Arthur gave a humorless chuckle. “The state of the bushes says otherwise.”

“If there was something wrong with it, I would be ill too,” Merlin said sensibly. “Are you finished?” 

When Arthur nodded, Merlin hauled him up to his feet, all too aware of the way the man swayed on the way up. “Come, let’s get back to Camelot.”

Arthur leaned against Merlin, letting the servant take his weight as though he had been injured, which did nothing at all to soothe Merlin’s worry. Lest the prince topple over and give himself a concussion on top of his present woes, Merlin propped Arthur against his horse while Merlin set to readying his own mount to carry two. 

But Arthur was not so far-gone as to lose his knightly perception. He narrowed his eyes at Merlin.  “What are you doing?”

“You’re riding with me,” Merlin said in a tone that brooked no argument. Of course, the princely prat opened his mouth to do just that, but Merlin cut him off. “Arthur, you’re swaying. There is no way I am letting you ride alone. Gaius would have my head if you got trampled.”

As was expected, Arthur put on a show of huffing and eye rolling, but he submitted nonetheless to riding with Merlin and seemed, from the way he relaxed against Merlin’s chest as they began the ride, grateful for the development. It spurred a blossom of tenderness in Merlin’s heart to have Arthur lean against him like this, and he blushed, instantly glad both that Arthur’s eyes were closed such that he could not see his servant’s cheeks color, and that Arthur had no powers with which to read minds. 

However, they hadn’t been riding long at all when Arthur’s face grew stark white and he reached back to grab a fistful of Merlin’s sleeve. “Merlin,” he said urgently. “I need you to stop.”

“What?”

But Arthur listed to the side with a heave, and it was all Merlin could do to keep him from falling out of the saddle. “Alright, alright, Arthur,” he cried, his arm twitching from supporting his weight as he pulled the horse to a stop. “Hold on!”

They had scarcely stopped moving before Arthur slid from the horse and directly down to his hands and knees, abandoning all pretext of the bushes this time. Merlin rubbed at his shoulders while they spasmed as he was sick, and thought that Camelot had never been so close and yet so far away. 

[lhaagain]

@sicktember Prompt 24 - ‘I Need You To Pull Over!’

Set during S9 Christmas Special

“Sorry,” Sister Julienne’s hoarse voice cut through the bickering. “Could you pull over Fred?”

“Something up?” he asked from the driver’s seat, glancing back in the rearview mirror. 

“Just pull in,” Val said, seeing the unnatural shade the sister had turned. She wasn’t feeling particularly clever herself as they wound their way along the windy roads, but it certainly looked like the sister was well past that. 

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[faofinn]

24. 'I Need You To Pull Over!'

@sicktember

After Finn had almost fallen asleep in his meal for the third time, Fao called it. They apologised to Harrison and Taidgh, but the two didn’t mind - they knew how busy work had been, and they didn't blame him. 

Fao had had a few drinks so they had to get a taxi, they'd planned to anyway, but neither expected it to be so early in the evening. Finn was slightly out of it, repeatedly almost falling asleep. Despite Fao telling him to lean against him and just sleep the rest of the way, Finn couldn’t. He assumed it was just the taxi ride, their driver taking liberties with the legality of his driving, and did his best to ignore the nausea and dizziness.

Finn turned to Fao to say something, but everything suddenly felt so distant. He tugged on Fao's sleeve, an old habit that showed no sign of stopping, and tried again. 

"Don't Fao fuzzy I well…all wrong feel and all help?" He knew his words were all wrong, but he was surprised he'd even managed to say anything at all. 

His lip kept tugging too, the awful feeling of dread overwhelming. He was going to die. After everything, this was how he was going to die. Tears pricked his eyes, stinging slightly as they tracked down his cheeks. He gripped tightly onto Fao's hand, tethering himself to his only bit of safety, the only thing keeping him alive. He could feel himself slipping, and he was terrified.

Fao had been worried about his brother all evening. He’d been off before they left, but insisted on going anyway to meet with Hars and Tai. Fao figured it would be good to get Finn out of the house, at least. Get some fresh air, and spend time with their friends. 

But Finn had just been wrong all through dinner, and so off home they went. He worried about Finn in the taxi, and as things got worse and worse he worried more and more. Eventually Finn spoke to him, his words jumbled, and Fao’s heart sank. Finn was so, so close to a seizure, and the way he was acting, it was probably going to be a big one. He twisted in his seat, a hand on Finn’s back. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you.” He murmured quietly, and then cleared his throat to speak to the taxi driver. “Hey! I need you to pull over!”

"What? We're in the middle of nowhere."

“I don’t care. My brother is about to have a seizure, I need you to pull over.”

"You've been taking drugs?" 

“Do you think I’m fucking insane? No, he’s an epileptic.”

He pulled over, less than impressed with the situation and not trusting Fao in the slightest. "What are you doing then? Getting him out of the car? I'm not having him do that shit in here."

“Oh, come on.” Fao grumbled.

Finn didn't give them a choice, his seizure starting despite his desperation to stop it. His hand gripped Fao's tighter, muscles completely in spasm.

“Fuck’s sake.” Fao muttered. Why, in a taxi of all places, did Finn have to seize? And why did he always have his hand in a fucking death grip?

"Is he possessed? Are you sure you've not taken something? He's going to spit on my seat, I'm not having that."

“He’s not possessed, he’s having a seizure.” Fao snapped. “I’ll pay you additional for any cleaning that needs doing, I’m just trying to keep my brother alive right now.”

"Shouldn't you call an ambulance then?"

“Look mate, I’m a doctor, I know what I’m doing.”

Finn relaxed slightly, enough for Fao to steal his hand back. The reprieve didn't last long, his back arching as he kicked the seat in front of him. Blood and spit caught in the back of his throat, just to remind Fao how much danger Finn was always in. Sweat dripped across his forehead and through his shirt, his body exhausted. 

This wasn’t good. Fao struggled to get Finn into a better position, somewhere he was able to maintain his airway a little better. It was awkward in a confined space, and Fao checked the time. It always felt like hours watching Finn seize, when in reality it wasn’t long at all. 

They were lucky, in the end, Finn's seizure self resolving. He grew heavier against Fao as he began to relax, his head lolling forward. 

Thank fuck. Fao still wasn’t happy with the whole situation, but at least it was over for now. He wasn’t convinced Finn wasn’t going to have another seizure, and so he rubbed his brother’s arm. “Well done, Finn. You’re okay.”

He gave a quiet groan, pressing closer to Fao. The radio was too loud, the light too bright. He felt sick, beyond exhausted, and everything hurt. The taste of blood on his tongue made him retch, spitting out what he could. 

Fao winced. “Finn, careful.” He murmured, glancing around for a tissue. This taxi ride was going to cost a lot of money, clearly.

"You need to get out if he's going to be sick."

“Come on mate, can’t you just get us home?”

"You're going home after that?"

“He needs to be at home.”

"He doesn't look okay."

“He’s not, that’s why he needs to go home.”

"Fine. But if he damages my car…" 

“I’ll pay you extra.”

Finn screwed his face up, almost as if he was aware he was talking shit about him. He stretched out again, trying to shake the cramp from his muscles. 

Fao glanced over at him. “You alright?”

He squinted at his brother. Words still hadn't started making sense yet, so he stuck his tongue out, as he always did.

“I know, it’s sore. We’re gonna get home now.”

Finn scrubbed his eyes before dragging the back of his hand across his mouth. "Hurts."

“Yeah, I know.”

Finn sighed heavily, his eyes closing of their own accord. He sat for a few moments before his head dropped forward and he jerked up. He looked up, confused. 

"Oh."

“We’re on our way home.” Fao said gently.

"'m tired."

“Yeah, I know.” Fao said, sounding like a broken record.

"Where's Hars?"

“We left him and Taidgh so we could go home.”

"Why?"

“You weren’t feeling well.”

"Oh. Fuzzy." He agreed. 

“Yeah, it will be a bit. We’re nearly home now, it’s okay.” Fao soothed. 

Before long, they were home. Fao paid the taxi driver generously, enough money for him to come off the road and get his car cleaned. It wasn’t too bad, but he realised it was a bit of a mess, and he couldn’t well take other customers now. Fao felt bad, but it had been a matter of circumstances. He helped his brother into the house, his arm gentle but strong around his waist. He was worried about him, but hopefully a hot shower and bed would help and he’d be better tomorrow. 

[sicktember]

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Not Skipping Class

Sicktember Day 24:  “Did you just sneeze?”

Stranger Things: Steve Harrington/ Eddie Munson

Words: 500 | Rating: G | CW: none

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Summary: Steve is convinced he's not sick and goes to class, only to return back to his dorm feeling worse than before.

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“I’m not getting sick. It’s just allergies and the weather changing,” Steve argued to Eddie. He sniffled as he packed up his English notes into his backpack to leave for class.

Eddie packed up his own books and grabbed his keys from Steve’s desk. He laid one hand on Steve’s shoulder. “You sound terrible, Steve. And as your caring boyfriend, I think you should skip class and rest.”

“Eddie, I can’t. It’s Friday and with midterms next week, I don’t think it’s smart to skip. Besides, it’s two classes.” Steve eyed Eddie’s backpack. “You’ve got Chem today?”

“Yeah, it’s every other week,” Eddie explained. He pulled a pack of travel tissues from his backpack. “Here, and when you get back, it’s rest and cold medicine if you’re feeling worse, okay?”

Steve nodded. “Okay.”

Steve was halfway through his first class when his face felt heavier and his head began to ache. The plastic desk and chair felt cramped and uncomfortable as Steve struggled to pay attention. Still, he forced himself to jot down a few notes, pleased when the professor announced the few extra credit options for the midterm.

But by the second class, Steve felt worse. He was grateful for Eddie’s tissues since his nose was adamantly running. The mild headache ramped up to a steady thrumming in his temples and he felt as if someone had poured cement in his sinuses. Time dragged and Steve wished he’d stayed in bed today. Any amount of blowing his nose did nothing to relieve the congestion and only served to get a few looks of disgust in response.

When Steve was back at his dorm, he’d barely gotten his shoes off and a tissue out before he sneezed into it once, twice.

“Did you just sneeze?” Eddie asked from where he sat reading on the couch. A plastic bag lay beside him as he chewed the end of his pencil.

“You were right,” Steve replied, sniffling again. He could feel how thick and congested he sounded and his body ached. “Think m’sick.”

Eddie gave him a sympathetic look but reached for the bag. “Here, I grabbed some cold medicine from the pharmacy nearby, and that tea you like.”

“S’my head, too,” Steve sighed, starting towards the couch. “I think I might just…” He didn’t finish his sentence and instead sneezed a few times into his used tissue.

“Okay, let’s get you laying down,” Eddie winced. “I’ll heat some water for tea.”

Steve nodded in thanks and sank into the couch. When Eddie returned, Steve took the medicine gratefully and was glad when Eddie also set down an extra cup of water as a chaser. There were a few things Steve hated more than the taste of cold medicine.

From the couch, Steve watched Eddie unwrap a tea bag from a shiny wrapper.

“Is that the fancy chamomile tea you got last time?” Steve asked.

“Yep. Did you want it with honey?”

“Yeah. Thanks Eddie.”

“For my sick boyfriend, anything,” Eddie smiled.

[fletcherwilbury]

@sicktember Day 24: "I need you to pull over!"

Warning for Motion sickness, nausea, property destruction mention, physical assault mention, and vomiting.

[autobot2001]

When The Tough Autobot Gets Sick

Sicktember 2023 one-shot 2/6 Fandom: Transformers Characters: Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Lily Jones (OC) Prompts: Day 3; "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?" Day 7: You're a Jerk When You're Sick" Day 21; "But if you stay, you'll get sick too" Day 24: Did you just sneeze?" Warning: None Description; Sunstreaker gets sick after taking care of Lily all weekend while she's sick.

Sunstreaker already misses having Lily stay at the base. He knew it would be an adjustment getting used to Lily coming only on weekends and school vacations. One thing Sunstreaker didn't think about is when Lily gets sick. Until he gets a text. Lily, I'm not coming to the base today. I feel like scrap. Sunstreaker doesn't like reading that Lily is sick. He's not exactly happy he has the day off when he's thinking of going to Lily's house just because she's sick.

Lily's mom, Lexie, isn't surprised Sunstreakee is at the door. "Why am I not surprised?" She smiles, "I was expecting Drift to be with you." "I didn't think to have him come with me, but I know you're caring for Lily." Lexie doesn't tell Sunstreaker how sick Lily is as she watches him go upstairs.

Sunstreaker walks into Lily's dark room. The curtains keep the light out, and the door was closed. Sunstreaker closes the door and sits on his knees by the bed. He feels Lily's feverish forehead. Uncertain how long he'll be waiting, Sunstreaker repositions to sitting on his butt and leaning on the bed. Sideswipe, I'll be here all weekend. Sunstreaker tells his twin brother through their bond. I'll let Prowl know so he doesn't question if you'll do your patrol on Monday. I will do my patrol before getting back to the base on Monday. Sideswipe doesn't question if Sunstreaker will wear the same clothes for two days. Indeed, he asks to know how Lily is doing when she wakes up after being told she's asleep.

Sunstreaker couldn't resist sketching Lily while she slept. He finishes just before she wakes up. "You feeling any better?" Sunstreaker asks. "No," she replies, "why are you here?" "Because I wanted to, even if you're sick." "But if you stay, you'll get sick too." "Sure, Ratchet programmed our holoforms to function like the human body, but I've yet to get sick." "You've been on Earth, using holoforms for fourteen years. I'm not believing you haven't gotten sick yet." The subject is dropped. Lily wants Sunstreaker to stay here and care for her but worries he'll get sick. "You want me to carry you downstairs to the living room?" Lily nods. Sunstreaker picks Lily up while she's under the blankets.

Sunstreaker lays Lily on the couch and puts the TV on. Aware Lily will go back to sleep and that this is likely what he'll be doing until he must leave Monday morning. I don't care if I'm not doing anything but watching TV or sketching. I'm not going back to the base yet. Sunstreaker thinks as he looks at Lily.

"I made soup," Lexie tells Sunstreaker. She puts two bowls on the table. One is full of soup, and the other is a third full. She also puts a thermometer on the coffee table, "I'll let you take care of her. There are cough drops and medication in the upstairs bathroom. You don't need to constantly check her temperature, but I know you want to know." "Are you leaving?" "No, I know you want to take care of her," Lexie smiles and goes upstairs. "Lily, hey, you need to eat." "No," Lily whines. Sorry, I have to do this. Sunstreaker thinks as he sits Lily up. He didn't think Lily would let him feed her. By how she looks, he doesn't think Lily is doing this on purpose.

Five minutes is long enough for Lily. "A little more, then you can lie down." Sunstreaker gets Lily to finish what was in her bowl before laying her back down. He takes her temperature, but he's not relieved it's 99°. Worried her fever will get worse. Sunstreaker gets a text from Drift will a few suggestions and asking if Sunstreaker wants him to make soup. Sunstreaker tells him not to bother. Leaving out, he doesn't want Drift to get sick.

As Sunstreaker thought, he spent most of the weekend sketching or watching TV. Lily slept most of the time. She feels a little better by Sunday night, but not enough to return to school. Sunstreaker also wants to avoid taking her to the base until she's well enough to go back to "Did you just sneeze?" Lily asks as Sunstreaker gets comfortable on the cot he's been sleeping on. Wishing Lily had a bunk bed. "So what if I did? Don't humans also sneeze for other reasons aside from being sick?" Lily doesn't answer, "exactly, good night." Sunstreaker turns off the lamp, feeling the beginning of a cold in his throat. Hoping it'll be ignorable.

Sunstreaker feels worse when he wakes up, but he can ignore how he feels. This is a good thing when the other one he'd be informing about a last-minute replacement for morning patrol is Prowl, who wouldn't believe Sunstreaker. "Are you going to be able to come back?" Lily asks. "Maybe." This normally wouldn't be a lie, but Sunstreaker already feels like he won't be able to ignore he's sick.

Sunstreaker didn't think an hour's patrol in his alt mode and picking up Starbucks would be enough to cause him to feel worse to the point where he wants to go back to bed.

Drift is walking down the hall when he sees Sunstreaker and becomes concerned. Especially since he knows Sunstreaker took care of Lily all weekend. "Are you feeling ok?" He asks. "I'm fine," Sunstreaker argues. While this is typical Sunstreaker behavior, Sunstreaker would only talk like this towards his brother, Drift, and a few others when angry. Drift can tell Sunstreaker isn't angry. Unless he can count Sunstreaker not liking that he got sick as being angry. Drift informs Sideswipe that Sunstreaker might be sick and wants to know how Sunstreaker behaves until Sideswipe leaves to teach his class in an hour.

Sideswipe sits at his desk, watching Sunstreaker as he puts his Starbucks items on the coffee table, takes off his leather jacket and boots, and gets into bed. Sideswipe; he just went to bed. You know he wouldn't do that if he was up all night. Drift; I'll be right there.

Sunstreaker is not pleased to see Drift in the room, and he knows Drift has a thermometer. "Forehead reading, so you can't refuse," Drift comments, "100°, you caught Lily's cold. Even doing your patrol this morning was enough to feel like scrap. I'll be back later." Drift removes a package of cough drops from his subspace and puts them on the nightstand. Sideswipe gives Drift the hot coffee Sunstreaker got to put on the nightstand.

"He'll likely be asleep all day. I'm going to make the soup I'd make for Jamie when she's sick," Drift explains to Sideswipe. The two leave the room. Sunstreaker hopes to sleep.

"You didn't make soup for Lily?" Sideswipe asks as the two walk down the hall. "Sunstreaker didn't want me to. He's going to learn how homemade is better than canned. Also, he was worried I'd get sick, but it's cold and flu season. The viruses will be spreading around here." "Uh, so shouldn't you and Crosshairs leave?" "Really? Do you know how stupid that sounds? Do you realize it's the same time of year in Jamie's dimension? But we are going back to Jamie's dimension soon. I think I better stay until Sunstreaker is better." "Hey, I can take care of him." Drift says nothing more.

Sunstreaker is awake when Sideswipe returns. Sideswipe finds out Sunstreaker didn't sleep the two hours he was gone. "Sideswipe, go get cold medicine," Sunstreaker orders, "these aren't doing anything." "How many did you have in two hours?" "Does it matter?! They're not working!" "Uh, yeah, it does. That's also medicine. You're not getting anything for a few hours." "Frag you!" "You're a jerk when you're sick."

Sideswipe deals with Sunstreaker complaining for the next two hours until Drift walks in with a bowl of soup. "Sorry, I thought those would help," Drift apologizes. "For a few minutes," Sunstreaker tells him. Sunstreaker can sit up to eat the soup.

"So, is he sick with the flu?" Sideswipe whispers. "No, he's hating the symptoms. I can give him cold medicine. That'll help, and he'll be able to sleep." "So glad he doesn't get sick often. He's been a jerk." "Like he's not a jerk when he's not sick. Especially when he's angry." "It's going to be a long week." After finishing the soup, Drift gives Sunstreaker medicine and leaves the room with the bowl. Sunstreaker can go to sleep.

Lily is well enough to go to school on Tuesday. She goes to the base after school. Drift and Sideswipe thought she wouldn't come on Saturday. The two tell her Sunstreaker is sick but let her go to the twins' room.

Sunstreaker does not like Lily being allowed in the room. Now he worries she'll get sick again rather than that she's seeing he's sick. "What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?" She asks as she feels his forehead. Sunstreaker only groans. Sideswipe tells Lily how Sunstreaker has been a jerk and about the soup Drift made. "I'll bring dinner here," Drift decides and leaves. Lily tells her mom she's staying at the base for a few hours.

Sunstreaker feels well enough to sit on the couch with Lily. Sideswipe sits on the other side of Lily. The three didn't think Crosshairs would be with Drift. They figured Drift would use a cart but didn't think he'd bring the pot of soup and bowls. "This is good," Lily comments. "Better than canned soup?" Crosshairs asks. "Uh….yeah." "It is better than canned," Sunstreaker comments. Drift explains that he would have made the soup, adding what he told Sideswipe. Sunstreaker feels she needs to go back to bed after everyone finishes dinner. "I don't know if you can get sick again," Sunstreaker tells Lily, "as much as I hope you can come here after school every day, I don't want you to until I'm over this cold, ok?" Lily doesn't argue with Sunstreaker. She hugs him and leaves.

"Good news is he doesn't get sick often," Sideswipe assures her, "can you get sick again this soon?" "I don't know. Considering how everyone is different, maybe." "Then it's wise you wait until the weekend to come back. He should be better by then." "Fine," Lily sulks.

[nywcgirl]

[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”

[woso-fan13]

Sicktember 2023: 24 (USWNT)

"Did you just sneeze?"

“It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no it’s super baby,” Kelley cheers, holding you parallel to the ground as she ‘flies’ your small body around the living room. 

Your giggles are contagious and they soon attract your Mama’s attention. Alex peeks into the room, seeing the chaos that has occurred. 

“What are you doing to my baby?” Alex asks, a hand on her hip and her eyebrow jokingly raised. 

“Your baby?!” Kelley asks astoundedly, “Your baby?!? If I remember correctly, you didn’t change a diaper for the first year. This is my baby- 100%”

“I gave up my body and my career to carry and feed our daughter, the least you could do was change a few diapers.”

Kelley holds you out straight so you’re looking at her, “what do you think, huh? Are you Mommy and Mama’s baby?”

You babble indistinctly back at her as the two women stare adoringly at you. Because they had been watching you so closely, your moms were able to watch as you took a deep breath and your eyes closed. Unfortunately, neither of your moms had a chance to react before your nostrils flared and you sneezed wetly. Twice. Right in your Mommy’s face. 

“Did you just sneeze?” She asks you, her voice low as to not show any emotion. You don’t respond because, well, you’re a baby and you don’t have the words to respond even if you did know what to call that funny feeling and loud sound you just made. 

Kelley turns to Alex, “did she just sneeze? On me?”

Alex can’t speak, instead nodding her head once. Kelley simply hands you over to your Mama, mumbling something about not wanting the baby anymore before leaving the room. 

—-

Two days later, you and your Mommy were once again in the living room. This time, though, there was much less happy chatter and giggling. 

You were dressed only in a diaper, the fever overheating you as the copious amounts of fluid that they were feeding you quickly worked their way through your small body. Kelley was sitting on the sofa and your small body was resting lamely on her stomach and chest. She had one hand under your bum, keeping you in a comfortable position, while her other hand was fiddling with her phone as she canceled plans due to the sick baby she currently had resting on her. 

She can feel you take a slightly larger inhale than usual, and she looks down. She sees your eyes begin fluttering shut and she can feel your breath hitching under her palm. Quickly, Kelley drops her phone onto the cushion next to her and pulls a tissue out of the tissue box that she had taken to carrying around. She cups your nose and mouth gently in the tissue, waiting for the inevitable. 

You pitch forward into her hand, sneezing a snotty, congested sounding sneeze. Kelley knows by this point not to take the tissue away, as your moms had learned the hard way that you never sneeze just once. 

You sneeze again, sighing. But your Mommy can still feel your nose wiggling before you sputter out another sneeze, this one louder than the previous two. 

“Bless you, bless you, bless you, you sneezy monster,” she says, planting a kiss on the top of your head after each ‘bless you.” She wipes your nose clean, dropping the tissue into the quickly growing pile and begins running her now free hand through your hair. 

“Everyone alright?” Alex shouts from the kitchen, appearing in the doorway. 

“We’re fine, right bug?” Mommy asks you, “cause you’re so smart and you know not to sneeze on Mommy anymore.”

With impeccable timing, you sneeze directly on Kelley. The woman stands up, holding you at an arm's length as she walks over to Alex. 

“Your turn,” she simply says, pushing you gently into Mama’s arms. 

[darkstar225]

@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

[somber-sapphic]

Midnight Quest

〘Day 2- Quest for a Cure 〙

〘Notes- Alright, the title is bad we can all agree on that. I also changed the colors and format just a bit because I wanted to.〙

〘Summary- Natasha runs of soup, forcing you on a 3am trip to the convince store.〙

〘Word Count- 700〙

〘Pairing- Sick Natasha x Reader〙

〚Main Masterlist〛⌶〚Sicktember Masterlist〛

You walked through the isles of the 24/7 convenience store, Natasha hanging onto your arm like a clingy puppy. Ever since she’d gotten sick, she’d been all over you, demanding constant attention. She didn’t let you leave the house, even when you had run out of soup to feed her.

She wouldn’t eat anything else of course, only Campbells chicken and rice soup. You’d offered chicken noodle but were immediately shut down with complaints of how they “aren’t even remotely similar��. How they were different you didn’t fully understand, but apparently, they were.

So there the two of you were, sifting through far too many cans of soup in search of the only one she would eat. Your feverish girlfriend kept putting random things into the cart, insisting that she’d need them later.

So far, you’d had to put back a bag of Fritos (she didn’t like Fritos), a toy car and a comb. The one item you had let stay was a light brown dog with a black patch over its left eye. The look Natasha had given you when you went to put the stuffed animal back was just too much. Did she need a stuffed dog? No. Was she getting one? Yes.

“Okay babe, here it is. I want to grab a few more boxes of tissues and some cough drops and then we can head home.” You said softly, grabbing ten cans of the stuff and shoving them into the basket. The likelihood that she’d consume ten cans of soup was extremely low, but there would be more for next time.

The redhead said something unintelligible and wiped her runny nose on your shoulder, further proving your point about the need for tissues. At least you could make this one trip, had you waited much longer you may have needed to go to the real grocery store. The real grocery store wasn’t open at 3am for your sick, needy girlfriend.

You very slowly made your way to the pharmacy aisles of the store, practically dragging Natasha behind you. She had her arms wrapped around your waist and her head on your shoulder, probably drooling on you. It didn’t really matter; you’d be able to shower after she passed out in front of the tv.

While perusing the several rows of cough drops Nat sort of got away from you. She stumbled a bit further than you had expected and ended up over by the Band-Aids, looking at the Marvel themed ones with wide eyes. You couldn’t help but smirk as you tossed a bag of cherry flavored lozenges into the basket, amused by the look on her face.

“Why’sit have me?” She croaked, turning those wide green eyes on you. The box she had picked up did indeed have a little cartoon version of her plastered onto its side, next to Iron Man and Thor. You walked back to her side and kissed the tip of her chapped nose with a grin spread across your lips.

“Because you’re a hero maylsh, heroes get to be on Band-Aids.” You explained, easing the carton from her fingers and into the box. Natasha wrinkled her brow and seemed to have a moment of clarity, quickly moving to put it away.

“No, we don’t need those.” She tried to put them back, but you snatched them away and put them in the basket again.

“I think we do. Next time I get a papercut you’ll be there to protect me.” You joked, the lack of sleep getting to you a bit. Natasha wiped her nose on her sleeve and let out a small half cough half laugh, shaking her head a bit at you.

“Kay.” She mumbled, the laugh seeming to have sapped her last bit of strength. There was a good chance that she was being overdramatic (she had done it before) but this was a strangely good way for the two of you to spend time together.

“Okay then.”

With that, you grabbed a box of tissues and an extra bottle of cough medicine, paid, and left the store. Before reaching the car, you presented Natasha with the stuffed dog, your heart warming at the smile she gave you.

She leaned forward and kissed you gently, hugging the plushie close to her chest. For this woman you would go out to find soup any time of night. Afterall, you knew she would do the same for you.

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