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wosoamazing · 17 days

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Allergic Pt 2

Warnings: Sickness, Flu, Vomiting A/N: Sorry it's only short, just a bit busy and also know this was wanted so thought short was better than nothing. Italics = Spanish

You woke up to Alexia’s gentle shaking, “y/n, get up” you just wanted to sleep, the itchiness and hives had gone but you still felt sick and tired, you groaned and rolled to face the opposite direction. “We need to go to the doctor, you need to get up,” “Can’t I just sleep?” You moaned, “Sì, after we see the doctor.” Reluctantly you got dressed and into the car.

“We’ll need to send her for an allergy test, but I think it's just one of your simple everyday Allergic reactions.” Alexia huffed at his response, before dragging you out early, you convinced her to let you go to training and watch, you told her you would get bored at home.

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You were sitting on the floor in the gym, next to Mapi, watching the girls train, when you started to feel really sick again and before you could warn anyone you were throwing up all over the ground and Mapi.

Everyone turned around and saw the commotion, Alexia immediately came over to you to comfort you, while Ingrid was helping Mapi up, Lucy was grabbing a bucket and the rest of the girls were directed out by Kiera and Aitana.

“Do you need anything? Any help?” Kiera asked coming back in, “Can you get the medics, I doubt very much that this is a simple allergic reaction.” Alexia asked as she rubbed your back as you continued to throw up, you had started to sway slightly, becoming weaker, as you heaved your stomach contents up. As you finally finished throwing up your knees suddenly buckled underneath you, and Alexia caught you lowering you to the ground, she sat behind you, supporting you as your full body weight leant against her.

“Ale,” you breathed out weakly “I know Bebita, it's okay, I’m here, the medics will come and see what is wrong, we’ll fix you up and get you feeling better. But I’m here, and I won't leave you again until you’re 100% better.”

One of the medics came in and did some checks, “I think she also has the flu, we will give her some anti-nausea medication so hopefully she stops vomiting as she is getting dehydrated, but you should take her home, and just try to get her to sleep it off.”

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“Don’t worry it’s just us,” Alexia announced as she helped you walk into the house and over to the couch, Olga came out of her office to see what was happening,

“Oh, is everything okay, why are you home?” “Bebita is sick, she threw up on Mapi, the doctors said it's probably the flu too, so they gave her anti-nausea medication, said to bring her home and get her to sleep, and fluids,” Alexia rattled off going through her mental checklist.

“No but why are you home? You knew I was working from home today, I could’ve picked y/n/n up,” Olga was surprised Alexia had brought you home, usually she would call Olga to pick you up if you ever needed to leave earlier than her for some reason, it was unlike Alexia to miss training for any reason, especially considering it was the first training day since the game on the weekend. ��Bebita is sick,” Alexia snapped at her girlfriend, perplexed.

“Okay,” Olga said, not knowing how to respond to her girlfriend's absurdity. As Alexia went to sit down next to you Olga gave her a stern look, even though you had a shower to get cleaned up at training, however Alexia hadn’t bothered, her one focus being on you and getting you better, meaning she was still sweaty and gross from training. “Shower,” Olga ordered as she pointed to the general direction of their bathroom, Alexia pouted at her girlfriends orders, “now,” she quickly scampered off to their bedroom, which caused you to laugh, however laughing wasn’t a good idea as your laughter quickly turned into a coughing fit, “It’s okay, don’t worry,” Olga reassured you as she sat down next to you and rubbed your back, “water,” she said as handed you your bottle after you had finished coughing. After you had finished drinking you moved so that you could lay down, you were on your stomach and your head was in her lap, she adjusted her position so you would be more comfortable and she turned one of the current games on as she started to softly scratch your back with one hand, with the other she messaged Alexia, asking her to get somethings you would most likely need before she came back.

“Ale are you okay?” Olga asked as Alexia walked back into the lounge with everything Olga had requested for you, she was looking a little flushed and also a little pale. “I’m fine,” she huffed out in annoyance, “do you want anything? I’m going to get a drink for y/n,” she said, voice raspier than usual, “I’m okay, thank you,” Olga replied with a soft smile, not wanting to push her girlfriend further.

A harsh cough was heard from the kitchen and it suddenly all made sense, to Olga. “Can I go stay with Mapi and Ingrid?” you asked as you shifted your position so you could look at her, sick Alexia was definitely not someone people would choose to be around normally let alone when you yourself were sick.

“I’ll message them,” as she finished talking and went to reach for her phone, a few more harsh coughs were heard from the kitchen, “are you sure you’re fine?” “As I said before, I am absolutely fine.”

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adventuringblind · 2 months

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Every Step of the Way

Oscar Piastri x Reader x Logan Sargeant x Liam Lawson

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, sick fic

Summary: With a new diagnosis, sometimes things can be confusing and scary. Oscar, Liam, and Logan do their best to help make things as easy as possible.

Warnings: Authors limited knowledge of cancer and chemotherapy

Notes: To the requester, I hope this brings you some comfort. I understand the fear of a new diagnosis. It's a difficult things to navigate.

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The appointment feels like it was years ago, yet she's still sitting in the office. The weight of the words sinking in, the new diagnosis still registering.

Cancer. The single word nobody wants to hear. It is a life changing thing that could pose to be fatal.

And right now, she feels alone. At the mercy of her own emotions. Her phone buzzing beside her, but her consciousness is too far away to notice it.

She hadn't been feeling well for some time. Oscar had suggested seeing a doctor, but she claimed allergies. She'll have to admit to him that he was right (again, as per usual).

The boys have been busy lately, off racing and traveling. She's been stuck home trying to get through all these appointments. The one time they are home, she wishes they weren't.

How is she supposed to tell them her body is trying to kill her? They have too much going on in their own lives right now to worry about her on top of it. The lovely anxiety she's been having over being a burden to her boys sets in once more.

She hates it. These dejected emotions want to escape from her via tears. Yet they don't come. They pool in her eyes instead, just on the cusp of sliding down her cheeks.

Her phone buzzes again. She looks at this time and sees the spam from Liam and Logan asking if she's been kidnapped or something. So much for not worrying them.

She drives him in silence. Only her thoughts to keep her company. The ones that tell her maybe she did something to deserve this. She thinks back to anything that could've cause this kind of karma.

She pulls into the driveway and tries to put a smile on her face as she walks through the door. "I'm home!"

Liam nearly tackles her to the floor as he scoops her up and tosses her onto the sofa. The one all three of the boys have turned into the perfect comfort spot with blankets and snacks and a movie already on the screen.

“Figured you might want some reprieve after your appointment.” Logan tosses a blanket over her.

“You don’t want to now the results?”

Oscar wraps an arm around her and tucks her close to his chest. “You were supposed to be home two hours ago. whatever it is, we can talk about it after you’ve had some time to wind down.”

She ends up falling asleep during the movie. the comforting presence of all three boys has her mind drifting off to somewhere that isn’t her own failing body.

She tries to soak up the normalcy of it all before things get worse. The voice in the back of her head is telling her that they won’t want her around when she’s too exhausted to do anything. when she starts draining their bank accounts because of all the medical bills.

The sleep she got was restless despite not waking up. They’d moved her to bed at some point. The cuddle pile and soft snores tell her it’s probably still early.

She maneuvers herself out of bed without waking the boys. A dance she’s done a thousand times before.

The glass of water is in her hands, but she doesn’t remember walking into the Kitchen. Everything is too much right now.

Her knees find the floor and the water spills everywhere. The glass shatters when she throws it in anger.

So much for not waking anyone.

Footsteps hastily make their way towards her. She can hear them whispering as they come around the corner and see the mess that she’s made.

“Love, I’m gonna come get you alright?” Strong arms wrap around her and bring her off the floor. She zones out listening to the song clatter of glass being picked up.

Back on the sofa again. The boys don’t push but she can tell they want answers. all three of them share nervous gazes.

“Cancer.”

She waits for anyone to say anything, to get angry and scream, maybe even cry. Instead she is hugged with such a gentle kind of love that she breaks. The tears don’t stop until she is dehydrated and choking.

“We’re not leaving you, alright? This diagnosis doesn’t stop us from loving you.”

The next week is torture. Getting ready for and starting chemotherapy is a nightmare.

It hurts, she’s sick, and the exhaustion makes everything worse.

But she also has people around her who love and care. They stick with her on the bad days and the worse days. they make the best out of the good days.

Oscar makes sure she sleeps, Logan makes sure she eats, and Liam tries to kidnap her when the other two get over protective.

It’s certainly a hard road. Some days are harder and she can barely function, but she’s trying.

Plus, it does help having people who love her around.

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janeyseymour · 5 months

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Hii hope ur doing well x If ur still accepting requests for Mel x Reader could u do one where reader has some type of disability like chronic pain and they have a flare at school (cause they both work there) and Mel immediately runs to action and there's like Loooots of comfort etc hehe :3

I hope this is what you're looking for!

Too Late Now

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You usually have this under control. Since your fourth concussion, you’ve dealt with the headaches and the occasional migraines easily. Doctors have been helping you and make sure that you always have your emergency migraine medication at the ready.

On top of that, it’s been seven years that you’ve been living with this. You know the when a headache or a migraine is coming for the most part. You didn’t even bother writing down on your forms when you got hired that you should technically have accommodations due to your chronic migraines. You just know how to handle them at this point. It’s part of your everyday life.

Melissa, your girlfriend, doesn’t even know about your condition. She doesn’t need to know. You saw the way she sprung into action when you had the flu a few months ago- or when you had caught the stomach bug from the kids. After taking care of you with absolutely no complaints, she got sick both times herself. You took care of her too, much to her dismay. She was a caretaker, she did not like to be the one being taken care of.

When you wake up, you feel a little funny. But something is going around the school, as it always is around this time of year. So you chalk it up to that, and you take an Advil and an allergy pill.

When you’re leaving, you almost have half a mind to throw in your migraine medication just in case… but you get distracted by a text from Melissa asking if you wanted coffee this morning from Dunkin.

Of course I do, you reply back.

Your usual?

Please, and thank you.

Sounds good. I’ll see you at school gorgeous.

And because of that text exchange, you forget to throw your pills in your purse and leave the house.

As you’re driving, your headache worsens just slightly, and you groan. Allergy season was bad at this time of year, and your sinuses have been paying for it- post nasal drip is at an all time high, you’ve already had an ear infection this season, and you’ve been getting sinus headaches because of it. You don’t realize a migraine is coming on yet, so you just pop another Advil before you head into Abbott.

Your girlfriend is waiting for you in the teacher’s lounge like usual, and she almost immediately sees how unwell you’re feeling.

“Hey, baby,” she says softly as she kicks out the seat next to her.

“Hey,” you sigh, but you don’t take a seat. You just lean down and peck her lips before standing back up straight with a grimace.

She hands you your coffee with a frown. “You feelin’ okay, hon?”

“Allergies,” you say through a yawn. “I think I’m gonna go sit in my classroom this morning, but you enjoy your news.”

“Alright, hon. Do you want me to come with you?”

“I know how much you like your news,” you tell her. “I’ll be okay.” You head to your classroom, and she watches you in concern.

By the time the kids are supposed to come in, you know exactly what’s happening- a migraine is coming on. And you, like an absolute lovesick idiot, forgot your medication because you were too busy texting your sweet girlfriend. Your head is in your hands as you massage at your temples, the lights are off, the sound of the barely functioning air conditioning is making your eyes throb in pain.

Hypothetically, you could call out now. But there’s a shortage in substitutes, you don’t think you can even think properly to create sub plans, the thought of moving from your desk makes you want to cry, and you know it’s only a short amount of time until you’re unable to drive for the next… eleven hours. You probably wouldn’t even be able to make it the drive home.

You have no idea how you’re going to survive today without your medication.

When the kids start to make their way in, you nearly burst into tears. You silently thank God that you didn’t put any makeup on today. You throw your sunglasses on as they trickle in, and you stay seated at your desk.

You can’t teach today, and you know this. It’s going to be a day where the kids sit quietly and watch magic school bus, you take them out for extra recess, and then they can sit and work on their projects, or read and draw. You don’t care what happens today, as long as they aren’t loud.

Again, your kids think that they have a sub until they see you sitting at your desk in the dark.

“Ms. Y/N?” one of the girls comes in and runs up to your desk.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you say softly, and even the eight year old can see the pain etched in your face.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, Skylar,” you tell her quietly. “Ms. Y/N’s head just hurts, so today is mostly going to be an independent and quiet work day. Unpack and get ready for today, love bug.”

The little girl gives you a gentle hug before going to her desk and unpacking. You keep your eyes closed as the rest of them trickle in, and they’re oddly quiet. They are never this quiet. You almost always have to remind them to do their handwriting pages and do their lunch count.

When you do open your eyes to take attendance and explain to them what’s happening today, you see that Skylar had quietly taken it upon herself to write the morning routine on the board.

Morning! The note on the board reads. Ms. Y/N’s head hurts, so come in quietly. Unpack, lunch count, the next page in journal, then DEAR.

Your heart melts, and you realize how lucky you are that your students genuinely care about you the way that they do. Skylar is over by the lunch count board writing a tally for you, and she quietly comes and slips it over to you.

“Thank you, sweetheart,” you whisper to her, and you have a small tear trail down your cheek. “Do you want me to take it to Ms. Schemmenti to put in, or should I take it down to the office?”

“I can put it in, honey,” you give her a gentle squeeze before opening your laptop. You wince immediately due to the light, but you can handle this. You can’t have her go down to Melissa’s- your girlfriend would flip her lid when she found out how under the weather you were feeling and you didn’t stay home or ask for her help.

All of your students watch you silently. They’ve never seen you this drained. Sure, they’ve seen you sick; you rarely call out. They’ve seen you tired after a night of volunteering or staying up late to finish grading papers and preparing for them. But they have never, ever seen you this down- to the point that your skin is pale and you can’t take off your sunglasses because your head hurts so bad.

“Miss Y/N?” one of the boys raises his hand quietly, and he’s usually known for giving you a hard time.

“Yes, Cameron?”

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

You just barely nod and take a shaky breath. “Here’s what we’re going to do today,” you tell them. “We’re going to do our independent work for each of our subjects today- I know we have projects and papers in all of the subjects except math. For math, I’ll have… somebody… take you outside for extra recess, and if you’re good and quiet today, I’ll put on Magic School Bus at the end of the day for dismissal. Deal?”

All of your kids nod, and you give them half a smile. Then you get a shooting pain right behind your left temple, and you quietly cry out in pain. You grip the table for a few seconds and take a deep breath before you open your eyes again. They all look absolutely terrified.

“Nobody tells Ms. Schemmenti,” you tell them as you point at them all.

They all raise their hands in surrender.

“Okay,” you sigh deeply, shakily. “Who is going to lead our morning meeting?” It’s Rayna.

When that’s over, the kids quietly pull out their social studies projects and start to work on them. When social studies is over, they quietly move on to their independent reading for fifteen minutes. And then they line themselves up silently for specials.

“Can I trust you all to walk yourselves down to the gym silently?” As you write a note to the gym teacher explaining that they are coming on their own and to just send them back down to your room when gym is over.

“I take my line leader duty very seriously, Ms. Y/N,” Jayden tells you seriously. “If we aren’t quiet, I’ll tell you.” You nod, hand him the note with the instruction to give it to the PE teacher, and they’re off.

You get approximately forty-five minutes of peace and absolute silence. You close the door, grab your coat and throw it over your head, and lay down on the back table. You’re small enough to fit if you curl up.

On your kids’ way back to the classroom, they just happen to see your girlfriend in the hallway on her way out of the teachers’ lounge.

“Where’s Ms. Y/N?” the redhead asks with a popped eyebrow. You always walk with your children everywhere.

All of the kids look at each other nervously, remembering the way you told them that they weren’t to tell the second grade teacher. But Melissa is staring them down.

“She called the gym teacher and told him to just let us walk down by ourselves because she had to use the bathroom,” Jayden tells a fib, and he hates doing it to his former teacher. But he promised you.

Melissa furrows her brows, but Jayden’s always been a good kid. “Okay… Well, tell Miss Y/N to put up another class compliment star because you’re all walking through the hallway very nicely.”

The line leader nods and takes off in the direction of your classroom, while Melissa heads towards the office to make copies.

You’ve just barely managed to get yourself back to your desk when the kids come back in, but your migraine is starting to make you nauseous, and you don’t even know what to do anymore. You won’t even be able to drive yourself home, so you just have to wait this out- at least you should get paid for it.

“We saw Ms. Schemmenti in the hall,” Omari tells you quietly while everyone else is getting out their snacks. “She said to give us a class compliment star because we were walking so nicely.”

“Nobody said anything, did they?” you ask.

“Jayden told her you were in the bathroom and told the gym teacher to just let us walk down,” your student says. “I don’t think he liked having to lie to her though… and Ms. Schemmenti didn’t really look like she believed him.”

As if on cue, the second grade teacher is knocking softly on your doorframe. She looks so concerned for you. “Ms. Y/N?”

You thank God you weren’t facing the door and have half a mind to rip off your sunglasses before standing and meeting her on the other side of the room. “Class, eat your snacks while I talk to Ms. Schemmenti in the hallway.”

“Amore,” Melissa whispers softly as she gets a look at you. “You look terrible. Why don’t you go home? I can split your class between the other third grade class and mine- not like I haven’t juggled two grades at one time before.”

“I- I can’t go home,” you mumble, and you wince at the florescent lights that aren’t out for once.

“And why’s that?”

You bite your lip. You have to admit to her just how terrible you’re feeling. She’s going to flip out and become insanely protective. She’s going to be upset you didn’t tell her about your condition before. “I get chronic migraines sometimes, and I… I have one right now.”

“Oh, hon,” Melissa whispers sympathetically.

“I usually have meds for it to lessen the pain, but I left it at my house this morning, and I think if I tried to drive home, I would throw up or black out,” you tell her honestly. “The kids have been really great this morning though, and they understand.”

“How can I help?”

“During my math period, can you take them outside? They deserve extra recess today,” you practically whimper as you close your eyes and brace yourself for the shooting pain you can feel getting ready to come on.

“Why don’t I just split the kids for the rest of the day while you lay down?” your girlfriend suggests.

“I’m here, they’re behaving and quiet, and I need to get paid,” you tell her. “They’re okay with me for everything except math.”

“Okay, sweetheart,” the redhead sighs. “But you just call if you need me, you hear?”

“I know,” you say softly. “I’ll be-” You cut yourself off with a whine and grab her arm as the pain comes. When it’s over, you relax and finish, “-fine.”

Your girlfriend shakes her head with a deep breath before stepping into your classroom. Jayden looks terrified.

“Ms. Schemmenti, I didn’t mean to lie to you,” he says quickly. “I didn’t want to, but I-”

“It’s okay, buddy,” she says softly before looking to the rest of the class. “You be on your best behavior for Ms. Y/N, and if anything happens, you come down to my room. I’ll be over during your math time for extra recess if you continue having a great day. Capiche?”

“Capiche,” your students reply, and you walk slowly into your room before putting your glasses back on and putting your head in your hands. Melissa gives you a gentle pat on the back before squeezing your shoulder three times.

Your kids finish their snack, and when that’s over they work on their research project for writing. They line themselves up silently for lunch and walk themselves down. You take up your position on your back table again, and close your eyes. You beg God to make the pain stop, and you finally give in, crying.

What you don’t know is that your sweet, sweet girlfriend is on her way to your apartment to grab your medicine. She also grabs a gatorade and your favorite hoodie (that is actually hers). She stops at Wawa and grabs you a Tasty Cake before returning to the school.

When she gets to your classroom, her heart breaks. She can see the way that you’re shaking from underneath your coat, and she has no doubt that you’re crying.

“Oh hon,” she mumbles as she makes her way over to you. She lays a delicate hand on your back and rubs up and down soothingly. “I brought your medicine, your favorite hoodie, and a Tasty Cake from Wawa. Can you take the medicine for me?”

Her kindness and gentleness just makes you cry even harder- and that only makes your head hurt worse.

Your alarm on your watch starts to go off, and you whine. “I don’t think I can do my recess duty today.”

“I’ll get the music teacher to cover it- she’ll do anything to get some of my meatballs,” your girlfriend tells you. “You just take your meds, and hopefully they kick in.”

You nod, just barely manage to sit up and take the medication and you take the hoodie and ball it up and put it under your head.

After she calls the music teacher and arranges your coverage, she asks, “Jeet today?”

“No,” you mumble.

“Can you try to eat the cupcakes I brought?” At your nod, she opens it for you and practically feeds it to you.

“Did you eat?” you ask your girlfriend.

“Don’t worry ‘bout me,” she dismisses your concern. “I’ll get my lunch in eventually- just might be while the kids are running around on the playground for math.”

Once you’ve had one of the cupcakes, you groan. “I don’t think I can eat anymore.”

“Okay, hon,” Melissa frowns. “You know your body.”

“My body wants to sleep.”

“Well, you have another thirty minutes of recess, and you know I’ll always take your kids for you,” your girlfriend reminds you.

You nod and close your eyes. “Set my alarm for the end of recess? And if you wouldn’t mind just sending my kids here from outside for me?”

She presses a delicate kiss to the side of your head, but she doesn’t set your alarm. She fully intends to let you sleep the rest of the school day, and she’ll take your kids for you- all twenty three of them. She can handle it.

It’s not like Ava is here to tell you you can’t get paid for today. And in reality, Ava wouldn’t care anyway.

Your perfect, wonderful girlfriend picks your kids up from recess, and she has no idea how she manages this, but every single child is able to grab their belongings without waking you up. They were even able to silently move their chairs.

When you wake back up, your head is still pounding. It’s starting to ease up though. You glance at your watch from underneath your coat.

4:12 is staring back at you. School has been over for an hour…

You take your coat off of your head to see a classroom without chairs and Melissa perched on the closest desk to you, glasses on the tip of her nose and reading something on her phone.

“There’s my gorgeous girl,” she says quietly as she puts her phone away. “How’re you feeling?”

“Mel, why didn’t you wake me?”

“You needed rest. Your kids’ chairs are in my room, and I told them to just come get them tomorrow.”

“I slept at school for almost four hours.”

“And how are you feeling now?” she prompts again.

“The prescription is starting to kick in,” you mumble. “But because I didn’t take it during the onset, I mostly just have to ride it out.”

“How long do your migraines usually last?”

“Hopefully, I only have another three hours of this hell,” you tell her.

“And are you feeling okay to go home?”

“I’m shocked Mr. J hasn’t come in here to kick us out,” you grumble.

Melissa flashes you that devious Schemmenti smile. “He did. But I told him… in a non-threatening way… that we would be staying here until you woke up on your own, and I would lock up the school.” She twirls the keys around her finger. “Now, do you need to stay here to ride it out, or…?”

“I really don’t know if I can drive to my apartment yet,” you admit sheepishly. “I’m still kind of nauseous.”

“Can I take you back home, then?” your girlfriend asks you softly as she fixes your wild locks.

You nod with a groan as you sit up. You go to grab your bags, but Melissa already has them next to her and both of your things are slung over her shoulders in a second.

“You just worry about getting your pretty little self into the car, yeah?” She presses a gentle kiss to your temple, and you know it’s all in your head, but her kiss makes you feel even the slightest bit better.

She piles your things in her car as you slowly get in and close your eyes. She gets in not a few seconds later, closing the door as quietly as she can. As the two of you are pulling out of the parking lot, you feel her warm hand settle on your thigh, and she squeezes it gently. It shouldn’t affect you the way it does- especially given how you’re feeling right now.

When she pulls in, she tells you gently to head in and up to bed. She’ll handle all of your things, she’ll be right in to curl up with you and/or nurse you back to health.

“I just have to ride it out, honey,” you remind her.

“Well, we’ll curl up together then,” she tells you. “And when you’re feeling up to it, I’ll make us something for dinner.”

“I love you,” you sigh softly as you drag yourself out of the car. You get yourself into the house and are just laying down in bed as she comes in. She changes, lays down next to you, and pulls you into her arms gently.

“Hon, I can sleep on my own,” you mumble into her chest. “I know you have a shit ton to grade.”

“I can do that tomorrow during my prep,” she whispers. “Right now, my girlfriend needs some love and attention.”

Because of her warmth and the delicate fingers that are tracing patterns on your arms, you fall asleep easily. And when you wake up, she’s still laying with you, and she’s half asleep herself. You wake up to a mouthful of red hair, and you sigh in content. Your head is no longer pounding- you think your migraine is gone.

“How’re you feeling?” your girlfriend asks you softly, eyes still closed.

“So much better,” you tell her truthfully. “You didn’t have to stay. You could’ve had dinner or graded stuff while I slept.”

“And what kinda girlfriend would that make me, hon?” Melissa retorts. “But I’m glad you’re feeling better. You ready to eat a real meal?”

“Yeah,” you sigh softly. “After a few more minutes of cuddles?”

“I can’t say no to that.”

After a few more minutes, and a rather loud grumble of both of your stomachs, you head into the kitchen hand in hand. She starts making dinner while you go over to one of her bags and start grading the math tests she gave to her class yesterday.

“You don’t have to do that,” she tells you as she stirs the pot.

“I have to make it up to you somehow,” you say as you mark a few questions wrong.

“You can make it up to me by tellin’ me why I never knew you got migraines… and frequently enough to have the good shit prescribed to you,” the redhead says as she turns to look at you pointedly.

You frown and keep your eyes trained on the papers in front of you as you shrug.

“Y/N,” she says sternly. “C’mon.”

“Nobody really knows,” you mumble before you clear your throat. You suppose you have to be honest with your girlfriend. “After my fourth concussion seven years ago… it’s just something I got used to dealing with. I usually have them under control and can just push through them.”

“Why didn’t you tell me, hon?” she asks softly. “Or at least told me this morning when we were in the staff room?”

“I thought I was fine,” you tell her honestly. “It didn’t hit me until after I had already walked into my room, and at that point… it was too late, and I didn’t want you fussing over me for something I could’ve prevented.”

“Hey,” Melissa turns the burner down to let her sauce simmer. “I always worry about you- whether you’re sick or not. But when I saw you this morning, I knew something was wrong. You shoulda told me. I would’ve driven to your place to get your medicine sooner.”

“I was just going to tough it out,” you sigh.

“You were going to pass the hell out in pain,” she tells you. “Your kids were really worried about you.”

“I know they were… They were so sweet today and made sure they were on their best behavior for me,” you say softly. “I wish I would’ve gotten a picture of the morning message Sky put up on the board for the rest of the class.”

“They were just as well behaved for me,” the second grade teacher tells you honestly. “Although that may be because I promised them all doughnuts if they were good.”

“So… we have to leave early to pick up doughnuts for the kids?” you laugh. At her nod, you shake your head playfully. “I’m buying.”

“With whose card?” she snorts out.

“Mine, thank you very much,” you tease back.

With your banter, Melissa knows you’re feeling much better and are on your way to feeling 100 percent again soon.

After dinner, the two of you go back to lay in bed.

“Put a few of your pills in a plastic baggie for me to keep in my car for you tomorrow,” Melissa tells you as she pulls you into her arms again.

“Babe, I usually have them on me,” you tell her. “This was a one time thing.”

“I don’t like seeing you in pain though,” she mumbles against your head, kissing it gently. “And if I can help prevent you from crying out in pain at a small noise, I will.”

“Okay, honey.”

The next morning, the two of you show up to school with dozens of doughnuts for the kids, and yours and Melissa’s classes enjoy the treats together. They’re all thrilled to be rewarded with the sweet treat. They’re happy that they can talk in their own classroom again. They’re glad to see that you’re back to yourself.

“Ms. Y/N?” Skylar asks as she gives you a hug that morning.

“What is it, sweet girl?”

“Can you like, not get sick like that again? I’m happy we got doughnuts, but I don’t wanna have to play teacher again for you… It was hard.”

You chuckle as you muss her hair. “I’ll do my best kiddo.”

Melissa just nudges you with a smirk. “I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again,” she assures your student.

#melissa schemmenti x you #melissa schemmenti #melissa schemmenti x reader #melissa schemmenti fanfic #abbott elementary fanfic #abbott elementary fanfiction #abbott elementary

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harvestleaves · 1 year

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Let. Me. In. (RoosterxF!Reader)

Prompt: Hi, I would like to request for a sickfic for Bradley, reader is stubborn as a bull and refuses to admit she’s sick and she gets sicker until Bradley slowly gets her be vulnerable. And in the end the reader is nursed back to health by Bradley.

A/N: Sorry this took me a week to write, I was super tired after work all week, but I hope you like this! Let me know if I should start also posting these to Ao3!

Rating: T for brief swearing by Bradley

Word Count: 1,239

You weren’t sick. It was probably just allergies. It was the middle of April and things were blooming, so your throat was sore. Of course you ignored the nagging voice in the back of your head that sounded suspiciously like Bradley’s reminding you that you didn’t have allergies, at least to pollen. Dogs, sure, but not pollen.

It was allergy season. Sure, there was a spring cold going around the elementary school you taught at, but you wanted to think that you taught your kiddos enough about hand washing technique at the beginning of the year that they shouldn’t get too sick.

Then, two kids were absent from your class for a fever last week. Two kids wasn’t enough for you to worry too much though, so you decided not to mention it to your boyfriend Bradley. You knew he would’ve checked you over for signs of sickness immediately. because he was a bit of a mother-hen when it came to any aspect of your well-being.

It’s not like you minded Bradley fussing over you. You were just used to taking care of yourself and not relying on anyone, so old habits die hard.

You started to regret not telling him this week though when your throat started get scratchy and you were going to bed earlier than normal, at 8:30 or 9 instead of your typical 10 o’clock bedtime.

Bradley was busy with work, and tried chalking up your exhaustion to just being close to the end of the school year. But there was part of him that suspected it was something more.

Kicking your shoes off when you got home at 4:30 on Friday afternoon, you grabbed a pair of Bradley’s sweatpants and an oversized sweatshirt before going to the bathroom for a hot shower.

Your head had been hurting since lunch, and you were shivering. Despite it being an 82 degree day in California with the sun shining brightly. Maybe you were actually sick, but you were sure it was nothing a shower and nap couldn’t fix. Bradley wasn’t supposed to be home until 6, so you figured that was plenty of time to get clean and a quick nap in.

Taking your time in the shower, you let the warm water run over your skin, soothing your muscles as you took a deep breath of the steamy air.

And promptly started to cough.

You were too busy coughing up a lung in the shower that you didn’t hear Bradley enter the apartment and make his way towards the bathroom. Frowning, Bradley crossed his arms and leaned against the doorway.

“Y/N? You okay?”

Jumping at the sound of your boyfriend’s voice, you tried to catch your breath, calling back a quick “yeah, I’m fine.” You hoped that would be enough to satisfy Bradley’s concern until you got out.

Finishing showering in ten minutes, you turned off the water before reaching around the curtain for your towel where it usually hung on the bar next to the shower. But it wasn’t there.

Pulling back the curtain, you blinked in confusion before noticing Bradley near the sink, holding open a towel for you. A tired smiled graced your lips before you stepped out of the shower and into your boyfriends arms as he wrapped the towel around your rapidly cooling body. The very soft and warm towel.

You let your eyelids drift shut, your exhaustion from the last week finally taking over you as Bradley held you close, gently squeezing you in the hug before he dropped a kiss to your wet hair.

“What’s going on beautiful? You’ve been going to bed early all week, and your voice has sounded scratchy all week. Is something going around at work?” Bradley asked, rubbing his hand firmly over your back as he held you close to his chest, not caring if his shirt got wet since he was going to change soon anyways.

“Yeah, but I’m not sick.”

He could see straight through your lie. So, instead of just letting you continue with it, Bradley decided to call you out on it. Tilting your chin up so you were eye to eye, he leveled you with an intense look.

“That’s bullshit and you and I both know it. You’ve been going to bed early, and you sound like shit. We’ve been together for over a year and we live together. Let. Me. In,” he said, reaching up to brush a tear from your cheek that you didn’t realize had fallen.

“You don’t have to do everything yourself. I know you’re used to it, but I want to take care of you. I know your last boyfriend complained whenever you asked him to give you the slightest bit of affection and that’s why you’re hyper independent. But you don’t have to be like that with me. Just let your guard down, even if its just for tonight,” Bradley said, his voice dropping to almost a whisper as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, his words finally shattering the glass wall you had carefully and meticulously built over the last few years.

You were scared, because letting someone in to care about you also left you open to get hurt. Logically, you knew Bradley wouldn’t break your heart, but there was still that sliver of fear in the back of your mind that you knew wasn’t going away anytime soon.

Letting your tears finally fall down your cheeks, you sniffled miserably against your boyfriend’s chest.

“I might have caught something at work. I didn’t want to bother you though, it’s probably just a cold. Nothing for you to worry about,” you said between sniffles before shivering closer to Bradley.

“It doesn’t matter if it’s just a cold or not, I still want you to tell me if you don’t feel well. Let’s get you dressed though and onto the couch. Then, I’ll grab you a blanket and make you some chamomile tea. Sound good?” Bradley asked as he rubbed your back before pulling back to finish drying you off with the towel. Having you step into the sweatpants and hoodie, he then patted your hair dry with the towel before grabbing your brush to detangle your hair.

Once your hair was brushed, you turned to kiss Bradley’s cheek before shuffling off to the couch, curling up on your right side with an exhausted yawn, smiling as a blanket was placed over you.

Moving to get a quick shower himself, Bradley made quick work of it before emerging in a t-shirt and sweatpants, then making his way into the kitchen to make some tea. He heated up the water in the electric kettle you insisted on using for it, even though he didn’t think it made any difference than just microwaving a mug of water.

Despite his own thoughts on it, he knew you would appreciate the extra sentiment of the kettle. Peeking his head out to check on you, he smiled when he saw you finally asleep on the couch, one arm tucked underneath your head as you snored softly.

Bradley turned the kettle off for the time being, deciding to let you get the sleep you so clearly needed. Leaving the empty mugs on the counter, he moved to gently pick your upper body up before sitting on the couch and placing your head in his lap before re-tucking the blanket around you to keep you warm as you napped.

#top gun maverick #top gun maverick imagine #bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #rooster x reader

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 5 months

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Ok, ok... I have one request with ror! I have been waiting for this. Also, really loves your writings, it made my day

This is basically my most recent experience. Child reader have severe allergic to peanuts and her family (the entire ror team) know this and warned her school prior, to avoid her getting allergic reaction during school times. One day, there was an event at school, where all the ror attend it since reader is performing with her class and want them to come and parents/family members were invited.

After child reader performance, she immediately went to enjoy lunch with her family and she suddenly got the urge to eat something sweet. This led her to go by the food stall, which was run by a few parents and teachers, who sells baked goods, drinks, etc to the students and parent. Child reader bought some cookies after the mother that sells it confirmed there was not peanuts, only for the reader to get instant allergic reaction!

Thankfully, her family reacted fast and inject her with her epipen. When the mother was confront, she responded with "Allergic doesn't exist. Children uses it as an excuse to be picky!"

How will the ror react to this, especially when reader is crying because she is terrified since it has been long since she got a horrible allergic reaction?

When I first read this request, I got so pissed off! I hate people who have this mentality, those who are willing to put the lives of others at stake to prove an asinine point that usually ends up with someone getting hurt, sick, even killed, which ends with them getting arrested. As someone who has a food sensitivity myself (not really a food allergy, but I have to watch how much gluten I eat in one sitting or risk messing up my stomach for a few days) I hate it when others think that we’re just being picky, or we use that as an excuse for who knows what!

-Your family learned young that you were severely allergic to peanuts, hives and throat swelling with a risk of death if you were even come into contact with peanuts.

-You learned a lot about this too, learning what questions to ask so you wouldn’t risk the chance of having a reaction, as you had a few times in your life where you had been rushed to the hospital, and hospitals scared you as it scared your family seeing you in one.

-For the most part, it was pretty easy to avoid peanuts or things with peanuts, as you all got to know what things have and don’t have them, it was just outside of home where you had to be careful, like at sleepovers or at school.

-It was Parent’s Day at school, and you were so excited to be performing with your second-grade class, as you would all be singing, and your class had been practicing so hard!

-There were so many things happening at your school, pony rides, a huge bake sale, a bounce house, and you got the chance to show your massive family around your school.

-Your class preformed, and you couldn’t help but grin, seeing your whole cheering section cheering loudly for your class, but mainly for you, as your family was a staple around school, everyone knew about them because nobody else had such a huge family.

-After a few more performances, there was a break, and a large snack table was set up, filled with baked treats, extra stuff not a part of the bake sale, and all students were allowed to go up and get a treat.

-You saw one of your friend’s mom manning the treats and she beamed at you as you ran up, “You all did so well Y/N! Tammy said you were all working so hard and I can see that it was hard work paid off! What can I get for you?”

-You looked at the treats, eyeing the different things available before you paused, remembering the rule, “What doesn’t have peanuts in it? I have an allergy.”

-She just smiled, directing you to some cookies, giving you a napkin and you headed back towards your family who was watching you come over.

-You bit into the cookie and as soon as you swallowed the first bite you knew it had peanuts in it, your throat swelling as you instantly paled.

-Loki screamed out your name as attention quickly went to you, seeing your having an allergic reaction, a severe one as Brunnhilde grabbed your Epi-Pen from Eve, jamming it into your thigh.

-A teacher was on the phone, calling for an ambulance and instantly several of your family members stomped over to Tammy’s mom, demanding to know what she was thinking giving you peanuts.

-Hades spoke, his rage barely contained, “Why did you give her something with peanuts? She told you she has an allergy!”

-Her mom didn’t look bothered in the slightest, rolling her eyes, “Allergies are just something kids use now to be picky!” Hades leaned in close, seeing the school nursing guiding in the paramedics, who had been nearby, waiting for an injury on the bounce house, “She could die because of you- you deliberately poisoned her!”

-A couple of police officers, seeing the group, were quick to approach, hearing this, “Is this true? Did that child tell you about an allergy and you knowingly gave that to her?”

-She was in hysterics, “She’s lying- you’re all lying! There’s no such thing as allergies!!” she was quickly placed in cuffs and taken away as you were being taken away, Tammy and her father watching nearby, Tammy in tears to see you being taken away while her dad was furious, seeing what his wife had done.

-You had to spend three days in the hospital, in a coma after you nearly died, as you weren’t getting oxygen into your body. Tammy and her parents visited you, with her mom being watched, seeing the state you were in.

-Tammy couldn’t help but tear up, “Mommy- why did you hurt my friend?” Seeing all the judging and angry eyes on her quickly had her mother embarrassed, wanting to run and hide, but her husband made sure she knew the severity of what she had done, keeping her there, making her look at your little body in the hospital bed.

-Her mother had to attend classes, to show her that allergies were a real thing, showing the signs and symptoms, including death, to educate her, and she had to pay your hospital bill, something she wasn’t pleased with, and she was banned from baking at any school function again. Her reputation also took a hard hit, losing most of her friends and Tammy was upset because none of her friends wanted to play at her house anymore.

-You were well cared for, healing and soon you were back on your feet, playing with Tammy who came to visit with you.

-It became a thing at school to regularly educate not only the kids but parents and families as well about allergies, especially food related allergies, because so many had been scared for you, seeing how badly you reacted.

-Good education and knowledge is what kept not only you but others safe and it was up to everyone to make sure everyone was safe.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror hades #ror adam #ror eve

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rinsuniverse · 10 months

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hello~~ can i request a woozi imagine where reader is sick but refuses to tell woozi bc she doesn’t want him to worry but he finds out anyways? thank you!!

sick with woozi! ✧˖°.

this is a cute idea and probably a canon event 😭

i imagine you're probably a hard worker and a borderline workaholic like woozi

so it's no surprise you've overworked yourself and wake up the next day feeling so under the weather

for once, jihoon got up before you, which was his first red flag

he sat up in bed and saw you shivering in your sleep

but he brushed it off, thinking you must've just been cold

he kissed your nose before leaving to go to work, not forgetting to fix your blankets in case it really was too cold

the next red flag was when it was around lunch time and he still didn't receive a text from you

"that's weird," he says as he snacks on something in his studio.

he thinks "well, it's not like they always have to text first. this is a two-sided relationship, so i'll just text to check in."

jihoon: hey y/n, i hope you're doing well

you respond rather quickly

you: omg i totally forgot to text, i woke up late and had to rush to work, so i barely had time

jihoon: it's fine, really

jihoon: are you feeling alright?

you: yeah! i'm feeling great, what about you?

he shrugged off his concern immediately, trusting you completely

little did he know, you were at work, but you were feeling terrible

you had the chills, your head was killing you, you could barely breathe, and you felt like time was passing way too slowly

but you thought that you wouldn't want him to worry about you

he's the type to helicopter over you, texting and checking in every chance he gets

and even worse, he might ask to get off work early so he can care for you

which you don't want because you know how much jihoon loves his work

the next red flag came when jihoon knew you'd get off work

you always got off work before him because he loves working at nighttime

and to make up for him always working, he has you video call him and you guys just chill on call until he gets off of work and meets with you in person

he calls you and you pick up, but you refuse to show your face in the camera

that wasn't the red flag though

because he thought, "hmm, maybe they don't want to show their face today, and that's okay"

but when he goes "hey, how was work?"

and you respond nasally with "it was pretty good, thanks for asking"

his eyebrows furrow

"you sound different"

"oh, really? it's probably my allergies"

"are you taking medicine for it?"

"yeah, don't worry about it, ji."

only he IS going to worry about it

jihoon is not dumb

he still responds with "okay, hope you feel better"

it was fine until he was almost done with work, and he was going to check in with you again thru the call, but you were sound asleep

"y/n, are you sleeping? did you even eat first?"

but there was no response

everything about you today was really odd to him and he knew it couldn't just be allergies

he tried to be rational, thinking "i have slept 20 hours in a day before, so it's fine if they sleep a lot"

but he can't help but feel a little worried for you

he does rush to your home a bit quicker than usual

he goes straight to where you were sleeping, which was on the couch

this was when all the alarms went off in his head

and the way his eyebrows furrow and a frown forms on his face when he sees you shivering, breathing unevenly, and sniffling in your sleep

"i knew it," he laughs to himself

he goes and grabs a thermometer and takes your temperature, shaking his head when he sees the fever

he shakes you gently

"oh, hey, jihoon. welcome home-"

"let's get you some food first, and then i'll warm up a bath for you, yeah?"

"what? i'm feeling fine-"

"you're not fine," he shows you the thermometer. "if you're sick, why didn't you tell me? i could've come home early-"

"that's the point. i didn't want to inconvenience you or make you worry..."

"you're not inconveniencing me. i'm just taking care of you the way you would take care of me. don't ever think otherwise."

and that's when you start crying, like a sick baby who wants comfort

he pulls you into a hug, not knowing how else to soothe you

he whispers sweet nothings into your ear like "y/n, you're okay," "please don't cry, baby," and "i'm here now, let me help"

you melt into him

he quietly cares for you

he cooks you a simple dinner and even washes the dishes afterward while you sit in a warm bubble bath he prepared for you

he then waits for you to get dressed and do the rest of your night routine, then guides you to bed, where he tucks you in

he even gets multiple different blankets in case you get the chills again

he stays up all night, going between working on his laptop, rubbing your back, replacing the cold, wet rag on your forehead, and helping you whenever you need to get up in the middle of the night for more medicine or to vomit

he probably won't kiss you or get too close while you're sick, but he'd still care for you in any way he can

overall, jihoon really cares about you. he loves his work almost as much as you, but don't feel like you're inconveniencing him. he understands this comes with being in a relationship with someone you love.

please trust him next time. he wants you to rely on him sometimes, even though he loves it when you both are your own individual, independent people a lot of the time!

thank you so much for the request! i hope you enjoyed this. feel free to request more ✧( ु•⌄• )◞◟( •⌄• ू )✧

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i also don't mind writing about other svt members ς(>‿<.))

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 10 months

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Omg baby pockets 😩❤️ she holds my heart

Sleepwalking is the only way Bruce could describe it. Your eyes are open, you're moving and speaking, but nothing really seems to penetrate.

He suspected you were on drugs. It wouldn't surprise him. But it did piss him off. His eyes narrowed and as he watched you sleep walk through dinner, it only got worse.

You were maintaining well, whatever you were on. Tim hadn't noticed. But it was clear that Alfred and Dick realized something wasn't right. But then- they had a frame of reference for "normal".

When you excused yourself, pleading homework, Bruce nods and Alfred, while no one was looking, picked up the spoon you had used. Knowing that toxicology could be run from the saliva on it.

Bruce glared at the computer screen. "Well."

"Nothing out of the ordinary?" Alfred asked.

"Nothing illegal," Bruce confirmed. "At least horribly. A little Alcohol, some nicotine, and allergy medication."

"Worrying though."

"Yes," Bruce agreed.

"Dick-"

"I already asked him," Alfred said. "He said that she's doing her best."

"I just don't understand," Bruce said. "She was fine two days ago."

"Maybe she's tired," he posited. "She was very... busy."

"Maybe."

Bruce frowned. It didn't make sense. But it did. There were a lot of discordant pieces. Things he couldn't get a full picture of. But of course, Nissa- well. He didn't like to think about it, but it was possible that you had the same illness she did. And without knowing who your father was- He sighed. As long as your drug screens came up mostly clean. As long as there wasn't anything too outside "normal" for a kid your age. Or anything he couldn't account for maybe he could get a picture.

The problem was, of course, that you could hide things well. Really well. Your grades were fine. You were keeping up on things- really you were probably the least worrying child in the house. And that... he didn't know what to do with that either.

___________________

"I'm sorry," Bruce said, "About your mother."

"Me too," you tell him.

Now that you'd had a medication, your thinking was clearer. And you seemed to have recovered your voice. That was something.

"And I'm sorry," he said, "that I didn't know what to do-"

"That wasn't your job. Not really."

Bruce smiled a little and laid his hand on your head gently. Stroking your hair- something he'd usually only been able to do when you slept. "I shouldn't have said anything until I knew."

"I'm crazy not stupid I knew something was wrong-"

"You're not crazy," Bruce corrected. "You're-"

"Please don't say I'm sick," you sigh. "It's exhausting having people feel bad for you all the time."

"Is that what it feels like?" he asked curiously.

"Sometimes," you tell him. "I hate it. Almost makes me understand why my mom was high all the time. Once you fuck up so much no one cares anymore, at least they stop drowning you in sympathy. At least when they talk down to you you deserve it."

Bruce nodded. It made sense and it didn't. Which- might partly be medicine. Still. You had a voice again. And you were calmed down.

"Where did Jason-"

"He went to go get something to eat while you were out," Bruce explained. "I told him I'd stay-"

"Don't you got goons to beat up?"

"Figured the others could handle it for now," he said simply.

#jason todd x reader #jason todd #ask answered #minors dni #reader insert #scruffy!verse

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moodywyrm · 1 year

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hi mooney!

i just wanted to share my thoughts on abby n chubby reader (this was definitely NOT based on personal experience or anything) uhm, maybe slight trigger warning for implying an eating disorder?

maybe abby took reader out for lunch or something n absentmindedly said something about reader eating a big meal, (ex. "baby, you sure you're gonna eat all that?") not even meaning it in a bad way but reader thinking abby's suggesting she eat a little less, so reader just loses her appetite and goes kinda silent n doesn't say anything for the rest of lunch cs it reminds her of things her exes have said abt her; abby jus thinking she's sleepy, it goes on for like a couple days n abby getting worried cs her girl is eating less than usual n it's starting to affect her, like reader being more silent, slightly shaking a bit cs of how little she's eating n sleeping more cs her not eating is leading to less energy n it's jus reader falling back into how she used to treat herself before she met abby

abby finally decides to confront reader n reader jus letting the flood gates open n SOBBING to abby about how she thinks abby doesn't love her anymore n how she's sorry for eating so much n just saying how she's trying to get rid of the weight by not eating as much to get her body used to it.

abby is absolutely SHOCKED n confused on why her sweet angel is doing this n when reader explains what abby said, abby jus feels so bad n gives reader the best comfort n reassuring her that she meant nothing by it ["baby i swear! i didnt know :( jus didn't want you getting a tummy ache cs you ate a big breakfast too but i didnt mean you should stop taking care of yourself! :(( ] n abby jus making all of reader's favorite foods n making sure her girl is gettin all her nutrients n stuff in n jus being super comforting by letting reader cry some more n stuff

sorry if this is so long, jus had this thought bobbing around my head n needed to share it with someone :( feel free to get to this anytime ♡︎ hope you're having an amazing day/night

(also, could i be 💌 or 🐇 anon?)

TW: disordered eating, internalized fatphobia + hatred

hi baby! 1) imma choose 💌 bc it's so cute! 2) I'll say it, I have had this experience before (though admittedly without the sweet masc to help me out), so let's go! of course, trigger warning for disordered eating and general discomfort around food and body image. if you can't or don't want to read that, avoid this. avoid it like the plague.

it all started with a comment. you and abby were having brunch after class, as a treat for you having just submitted a huge assignment. and you're starving! you had no time before class to eat, and then your class was an eighty minute chunk. so you're so hungry, and you order a full meal, a smoothie plus a California club and sides! grapefruit, onion rings, fries. (obviously if you have any allergies or preferences, just imagine it's something else for this. the actual food isn't critical to the plot). and when you tell the server your order and they leaves, Abby turns to you and says "You gonna eat all of that, baby?"

and of course she doesn't mean it in a shamey, how-could-you-eat-all-of-that way. she meant it in a can-you-eat-all-of-that-without-getting-a-tummy-ache way. but that's not how it registered. and it makes you feel sick, even when you answer "maybe I'll just take the leftovers"

you definitely end up taking the leftovers, because you get maybe two bites into the sandwich, nibbling on the sides, and decide to just finish the smoothie. you have basically your entire meal untouched, and abby gets full off her own meal, so you have two containers of leftovers to take home, which makes you feel so shitty. and you can hear every negative voice in your head rise up, from family members to peers to exes, everyone who ever fatshamed you and made you feel wrong for trying to nourish your body.

you're quiet all the way home, quiet for days after. abby just assumes you're tired, knowing that you have a lot of school work. and partly, she's right. you are tired. you're fuckign exhausting because you're eating maybe one meal a day, (not) sustaining yourself on coffee and water, doing all of your assignments with no energy whatsoever. and you're fighting yourself, not knowing how to bring it up to abby. that it's not because of what she said, she didn't mean it, but it kind of is because of what she said. and it hurts so fucking bad. so yeah, you're exhausted.

it all comes to a head when you're sitting, kneeling, in front of your mirror, doing your makeup or just getting ready, and when you stand up, you nearly pass out. you're so lightheaded, slamming your hand out to the wall, trying not to fall over. your vision swims, and you try to stabilize yourself. abby, who was sitting at her desk, immediately gets up, practically flying to you and holding you up.

"shit, baby, are you okay?" and she sounds so concerned, you fucking break. the tears are so fast, you don't stand a chance at stopping them. you're standing there, sobbing, and abby is terrified. because she doesn't know why. so she gently guides you over the bed, still crying, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and trying to get you to a state where you can talk.

it takes about fifteen minutes, but you get there, still crying, still hiccuping out sobs, but at least somewhat intelligible.

"I just. I know you didn't mean it to be mean. But last week, at the restaurant, when you asked if I was gonna eat all of the food and-" You can't keep talking because it all floods back to you and you're crying again, clinging to abby like a lifeline, chest hurting from the sobs. But now Abby gets it. She remembers what she said and she figures out how it might've sounded and now she feels like shit. Because she never wanted to hurt you, but intent doesn't matter right now because she did hurt you.

"I'm so sorry baby. I didn't mean to say it like that, and I'm so sorry my words hurt you. I'm so sorry I hurt you. I only asked because I didn't want your stomach to hurt, but I should have worded it so much better. I never, ever, want you to feel guilty about eating, or anything, with me."

You're still crying, still clinging to her, but trying to get the words out. "It's okay baby, I should've" hiccup "should've talked to you, told you how I felt but I just froze" hiccup "and I was so scared you would think I was gross, so I stopped eating so much but that didn't help anything-" and again, you're crying so hard your head hurts, and now Abby is crying, sniffling, trying to hide it because this is about you and she knows if you hear her crying you'll worry about her. So she presses a kiss to your head, rubbing her hands up and down your back.

"I wish you would have talked to me, but I know it's scary and hard and it's so easy in theory. But I'm so sorry I made you feel like you couldn't talk to me. I will always be here for you, baby, always." and when she here's you whisper out a small "I love you", she hauls you into her lap. You're still crying, because you need to let it out, but Abby doesn't move a fucking inch, holding you for as long as you need.

Once you've calmed down enough to move to the couch, Abby gets to work cooking you your favorite meal, trying not to overload you with so much ood that'll make your tummy hurt, but trying to give you a good, balanced dinner after a week of hurt. Sitting at the kitchen island, watching you eat pasta with some lingering trepidation but an overwhelming amount of trust on your face, she would never trade that moment for anything, Abby knows that, for the rest of her life, she wants to take care of you. Wants you to live a life where food isn't pain or punishment, and you're allowed to nourish yourself and enjoy food when you want to.

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goldenempyrean · 1 year

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“Why didn’t you tell me?” + “I do not have a cold!” for Lena working late when sick so reader goes to get her to come home?

Workaholic

〚 Notes - First Supergirl fic, hopefully yall enjoy :D 〛

〚 Pairing - Lena Luthor x Reader 〛

〚 Summary - Lena's been pushing herself too hard and ends up sick. You're there to take her home. 〛

〚 Wordcount - 1550 〛

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Your wife was stubborn at the best of times. Maybe it was because her of her family or even her job but honestly, sometimes it made your life just that much more difficult. Right now for example, you’d told her to take it easy, to stop pushing herself so hard. But did she stop? Oh no she didn’t.

You saw the signs, her husky voice, eyes looking more tired than usual and her small periodic sniffles were all pointing to one fact. She was getting sick. You knew it was bound to happen sooner or later but still you couldn’t help but be annoyed by your wife’s ability to not look after herself.

This was the third time this week she’d called ahead to say that she’d be working late. Something about a major project at L-Corp that needed her undivided attention and you couldn't say you were surprised when you got a call from her worried assistant only half an hour into her overtime.

“Hello?” You answered, already knowing who it was.

“Hi, it’s Jess from L-Corp. I’m sorry to bother you, but Lena’s here still and I think you need to come convince her to go home. She won’t listen to me.”

You sighed, knowing that this wasn’t going to be an easy task. “Alright, hang tight. I’ll come get her,” you said, already grabbing your keys and coat before hurrying out to your car.

When you arrived at her work, you made your way to Lena’s office and found her sitting at her desk, surrounded by a mountain of paperwork. She looked up as you entered, her eyes bloodshot, skin a sickly white and her nose was visibly red. For somebody usually so put together, she looked awful.

“Hi, honey,” you spoke softly, trying to keep your voice gentle. “Jess called me and said you’re still here. What’s going on? You’re not looking too good.”

Lena sighed and leaned back in her chair, wincing as she did. “Im sorry I thought I already told you I was working late,” she muttered. “I just can’t leave this work unfinished. It’s too important.” She finished her sentence with a chesty cough that she muffled against her elbow and groaned.

You handed her a tissue as Lena let out a harsh sneeze, her body shaking with the force of it. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of sympathy as you watched her struggle to catch her breath.

“Come on, darling, you need to go home and rest,” you said firmly, trying to ignore the slight tremble in your own voice, “This cold looks like it’s doing a number on you.”

“I do not have a cold!”

You raised an eyebrow at her denial, knowing full well that it was a lie. Lena had always been stubborn when it came to admitting that she was sick. But you weren't going to let her push herself any further.

"Alright, then what is it?" you asked, crossing your arms and standing your ground.

Lena hesitated, her eyes darting away from yours. You could see the struggle on her face as she tried to fight off another sneeze.

"It's just allergies," she finally admitted, sniffling again.

You couldn't help but roll your eyes. "Allergies, huh? You sound pretty congested for allergies."

Lena glared at you, but before she could retort, she let out a loud sneeze, her body lurching forward. You rushed over to her, holding out a tissue for her to use.

"Bless you," you said, rubbing her back as she sniffled again, “You sure you do have even the tinest of colds?”

“I'm not sick.” She paused to sniffle again as she shot you an annoyed look, “I’m not! Luthors don’t get sickhh - Hh’tshoo!”

She broke off from her sentence with another sneeze poorly covered by her hand. You hated to think just how many potential colleagues your irresponsible wife could potentially infect.

“And apparently Luthors don’t use tissues either.” You chided but your teasing tone was unmissable as you pulled a few tissues from the box on her desk and held them out to her.

Lena glared at you through watery eyes, but eventually relented and took the tissues from your outstretched hand. She blew her nose loudly and then tossed the used tissue into the trash can beside her desk.

You watched her for a moment, concern etched on your face. Lena was usually so put together; it was strange to see her like this. You knew she hated showing any sort of vulnerability, but you couldn't help but worry.

"Are you sure you don't want to go home and rest?" you asked, hoping she would take the hint.

"I can't," Lena replied, her voice scratchy. "I have too much work to do."

You sighed, knowing that arguing with her would be pointless. Lena was stubborn when it came to her work, and you had learned long ago not to try and change her mind.

"Fine," you said, finally having enough of the back and forth arguing. You grabbed a chair and pulling it up next to her desk. "But I'm staying here to make sure you don't overwork yourself."

Lena rolled her eyes but didn't argue. You could tell she appreciated your concern, even if she would never admit it.

For the next hour, you watched as Lena tried to power through her work, despite her obvious illness. She sneezed and sniffled every few minutes, pausing occasionally to blow her nose or take a sip of water. You couldn't help but feel guilty - you knew that if you maybe had been a little sterner about her resting then she wouldn't be in this predicament.

You stood up to stretch your legs and grab a cup of coffee from the break room, hoping it would help you stay alert during your long night of babysitting. When you returned, Lena had finally succumbed to her illness and had fallen asleep at her desk.

You hesitated for a moment, not wanting to wake her, but you knew she needed rest if she was going to get better. You gently placed your hand on her shoulder and shook her awake.

"Lena, darling, you need to go home and get some rest," you said softly. "You're not going to get any better if you stay here."

Lena groaned and rubbed her eyes, looking up at you with a defeated expression. "I know," she sighed. "I just have so much to do."

"I'll take care of everything," you reassured her. "You just need to focus on getting better."

Lena nodded; her eyes drifting shut again. You stood up and gathered her things, making sure to turn off her computer and lock up her office before escorting her out of the building.

The ride home was quiet, with your wife sleepily dozing off in the passenger seat. When you arrived at your apartment, you helped her inside and tucked her into bed, making sure she had everything she needed before retreating to the living room to start on the pile of work she had left behind.

As you worked, you couldn't help but glance at the clock every few minutes, counting down the hours until Lena would wake up. You knew she needed rest, but you also knew she wouldn't be happy if she woke up to find you still working.

Hours passed and before you knew it, the sun was starting to rise. You had made significant progress on Lena's work and were just about to call it a night when you heard a soft groan coming from the bedroom.

You quickly made your way to Lena's side, finding her looking up at you with tired eyes. "How are you feeling?" you asked, brushing a strand of hair away from her forehead.

Lena yawned and stretched, looking a bit more refreshed than she had earlier. "Better," she said, her voice still scratchy. "Thanks for taking care of me."

"Of course," you replied, leaning down to place a gentle kiss on her forehead. "Can I ask something though, why didn’t you tell me earlier?”

Lena let out a sigh, looking a bit guilty. "I didn't want to be a burden," she admitted. "And I thought I could tough it out and get my work done."

You shook your head, a small smile playing on your lips. "You're never a burden to me, Lena," you said. "And it's okay to take a break when you're not feeling well. I'm just glad I was able to help."

Lena smiled weakly, reaching out to take your hand. "I know," she said softly. "I just get so caught up in my work sometimes that I forget to take care of myself."

You squeezed her hand gently. "That's why I'm here," you said. "To remind you to take care of yourself and to help you when you need it. Now, how about I go make you some breakfast, hm?”

Lena smiled at you, and you could tell she really was grateful for your help. As you made your way to the kitchen, you couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Despite the long night, you had been able to take care of your stubborn wife. It was a small victory, but one that you would cherish.

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arece · 1 year

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hiii!

could i request by any chance john wick x reader (father- kid) fic where john takes care of reader while they are sick? like john was never emotional or never really showed feelings but when reader gets sick he is overly fatherly, maybe even takes them to see a doctor much for their resisting...

i am really sick rn and its all i can think about..

you can make it a gn or a fem reader

love your work <3

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♤ Summary: Used to taking care of yourself, you brush off your sickness and downplayed just how serious it was. The masterlist

♤ a/n: I too have been feeling sick, (which explains why this is so late) I hope you're feeling much better and this helps! A nice little soft fic before the angst I'm about to post next, fair warning.

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Ever the observant man, John noticed instantly, prepared from the first cough. You rolled your eyes, brushing it off as allergies but John was having none of it. He excused it as him not being able to get sick with his career.

He was just genuinely worried but unable to say so. A flaw you both shared, never fully being able to admit exactly how much you care for each other, settling for showing it through meaningful acts.

His worry grew when you slept in later than usual, coughing and sniffling. “The rooms just dry, I’ll drink more water,” you once again brushed him off. He was hesitant but decided not to push you further. His first mistake.

A few days later Winston called him over and he was about to say he couldn’t make it but you wouldn’t let him. You pushed him to go insisting that you were fine and could take care of yourself. Ever so stubborn.

With great reluctance he left, not without demanding that you call him if you feel even just the slightest bit worse. After a few snippy remarks from your side, he finally left when he was confident that you would call.

You were laying in bed for the next few hours, clinging tightly to Dog in hopes to absorb all the comfort she provided. You felt like absolute shit but didn’t want to burden John, distract him from his job or anything else he was doing.

It was just a dumb cold that you’d quickly get over, you didn’t need to be coddled like a child, you could deal with it on your own. Or so you thought until the coughing fit hit.

It started off just to clear your dry throat but then it wouldn’t stop. Each time you attempted to get a breath of air in it would result in an uncontrollable wheeze. You reached for some water to try and help but you just ended up choking on it.

You fumbled to the side table, grabbing your phone and calling John without a second thought. Not even the first ring finished before he answered, “What’s wrong?” You gasped out, trying to answer him but coughed again. “Kid?”

“I can’t b-breathe,” it took all your energy just to say those few words and you weren’t even sure if they were intelligible. “Shit,” you softly heard from the other side, most likely directed towards himself.

“I’m coming to you now, kid. I need you to stay calm for me, alright?” You could hear him mumble something to someone. “Panicking will only make it worse.” Next thing you heard was a door slamming and a car starting.

“Still with me?” You tried to answer him but was cut off by more harsh coughs, these ones a lot more painful than the last. “Yeah.” Dog whimpered beside you, nuzzling close to show her own worry over your current state.

You stayed on the line with John but it wasn’t long before you heard a car recklessly parking close by and he hung up. Your bedroom door was carelessly thrown open and John rushed over to you, “I’m here.”

He reaches an arm around your shoulders and underneath your legs, lifting you up and beginning to make his way back outside. Your head fell to his shoulder, exhausted from the amount of energy you’ve exerted.

He carefully placed you onto the passenger seat, brushing your hair back from your sweaty forehead. He buckled you in, making sure you were secure before rushing to the driver's seat. “Continental Doctor’s already waiting for you, you’re gonna be alright,” he reassured you.

The ride felt fast with you on the verge of passing out. It all snapped back into focus with the rush of wind hitting you, John opening your door and picking you up again. He felt a wave of anxiety hit with you growing slightly limp.

It was bringing him back to how quickly and brutally his Helen grew ill. All rational thoughts escaped him as he held you closer to him, running up the steps of the Continental. The only thing running through his head being not you, not you, it couldn’t be happening to you.

Straight past Winston and Charon. He had to help you, there may have been nothing he could’ve done for his Helen but you would be fine.

And that’s what the Doctor assured him. It truly was just an extremely nasty case of a cold mixed with allergies. But John found himself preparing for the bad news to hit, that after that rough of a breathing fit there was something wrong with you, something he couldn’t fix.

He watched over you as you slept off the medication the Doctor gave you, ready at a moment's notice for anything to go wrong. You stirred slightly, aware of the way John seemed to fidget with his hands.

“Everything okay?” You slightly sat up and John was quick to adjust your pillow so you could sit comfortably. “You’re alright, just like I said you would be.” It seemed like he was reassuring himself as well as you.

“Listen,” he sighed and you grew slightly nervous, “you can’t play off being sick like that again. I thought - it could’ve been serious.” You immediately felt guilty, hunching in on yourself for all the trouble you caused.

“I’m sorry.” His brows furrowed, moving to sit beside you on the bed. “I just want you safe.” It hit you, harder than you thought it would. He wanted you safe, he cared about you enough to worry. You still struggled to process it but felt too sick still to ponder on it.

Instead you leaned your head on his lap, prepared to fall back asleep with full reassurance that you’d be okay. “With you I always feel safe.” Your confession was enough to have him soften, comfortingly brushing your hair back for the entire time you slept.

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podcastenthusiast · 8 months

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(Little fic set during the first Long Rest. Astarion experiments with the new limits of his vampiric nature. It goes badly and Tav helps.)

Now on ao3

The atmosphere at camp that first night is fraught with worry and uncertainty, everyone reeling from the recent trauma. Reminds you of home, really. You know a thing or two about sharing space with the only handful of people in this world going through the same horrid experience as you.

Now here you all sit sharing a meal together, too. Or, well, they are.

"Something wrong, Astarion? You're not eating."

The half-orc is looking at you with suspicion—no, with concern. They are all looking at you. Then this is your cue. Time to put on a show. Play your part.

"Well," you sniff haughtily, "to be honest, this is hardly the caliber of cuisine I'm used to. No offence meant, darling."

"None taken; Gale cooked."

"And I did my best with our severely limited provisions, thank you very much. Sorry it isn't up to your standards, Astarion."

You conjure distant memories of decadent meals as unreal to you now as the forgotten color of your own eyes. Can't have anyone sneaking a peak into your mind through your shared connection and seeing blood and vermin--your usual sustenance.

"Even so, please try to eat something," she insists.

"Why? To build team camaraderie? I can think of far more exciting ways to get better acquainted."

"We all need to keep our strength up," she says. "For the journey to that cure Lae'zel spoke of."

Maybe I don't want a cure, you almost snap. But that wouldn't align with the image you've woven for them of a carefree magistrate who must have a comfortable life in the city worth returning to. They cannot know the truth. At least not until they trust you enough to tolerate a monster in their midst. Until you've proven yourself more useful alive.

So you regard the stew warily. Hunger gnaws at your gut, never sated, but only for blood. Still... After a full day in glorious sunlight, perhaps you could decide to push your luck just a bit further. Who knows what other remarkable exceptions to your condition the tadpole has provided? What's the harm in a little experimenting?

You tentatively lift the spoon to your mouth.

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Later, while the others are asleep in their beds, your evening is spent retching up the meager contents of your stomach into the bushes. Turns out the mind flayer tadpole can't or won't alter every inconvienient facet of your undead physiology. Walking in the sun? Yes, by all means. Eating food? Very much still a no. Makes perfect sense!

"I see Gale's cooking really didn't agree with you."

Her voice manages to startle you. Not many people can do that anymore. Damn. It will be more challenging to seduce her after she's seen you like this, so weak and sick. It's okay. You are a professional, after all.

You fumble for an explanation that would satisfy your traveling companion. Would she believe a garlic allergy, or is that too on the nose? You could claim someone tried to poison you. Or you did it yourself to avoid the inevitable transformation but got the dosage wrong, play her sympathetic heart like the strings of her lyre. That could work.

But she doesn't ask any questions, for which you are immensely grateful.

Your stomach rolls and lurches painfully again. You taste something metallic on your tongue, subtly spitting out a clot of old blood into the grass. Pray she doesn't see; she would think it's already too late for you. She fears the tadpole—fears death, fears becoming something else, losing control of her body, as any reasonable person would in this situation. You almost want to tell her things can get so much worse than that. Worse than she is even capable of imagining.

"Astarion, hey. Breathe."

You breathe. There's a warm pressure against your back. Her hand, you realize, solid and soothing.

"Look at me?"

You look at her.

She touches your forehead. Gentle. You can't recall the last time anyone touched you like that.

"No fever," she mutters as if to herself, withdrawing the hand. Your eyes linger on the veins in her skin. "You feel too cold, in fact, you're shaking. Come sit by the fire."

You obey. Allow her to coax you over to a bedroll. Somehow you have fooled her into believing you're worth caring for.

"I didn't know you're a healer," you hear yourself saying. Where are you? You don't feel entirely present in this moment. Perhaps you haven't been for quite a while.

"Because I'm not. Just a mother," she says, a touch wistfully, and you realize how little you truly know about this woman whose throat you held a knife to mere hours ago. She carries herself like a soldier but calls herself a bard. Probably middle-aged, if the greying hair and lines beneath her eyez are any indication. And she has at least one child, apparently. You wonder vaguely if anyone waits for her back in Baldur's Gate. You wonder how it feels to be missed.

You don't know what to say, however, so you don't speak.

"It's okay to be scared, you know," she says quietly. "I'm scared, too. But we're in this together."

You laugh bitterly. She sincerely thinks it is fear making you ill, doesn't she, like some pathetic creature. A mistaken assumption, obviously, but...

You are, though.

Terrified.

A fear so bone-deep and familiar it is home to you. You're afraid this has all been some bizarrely wonderful nightmare, that you'll wake up any moment in a gloomy crypt with Cazador looming over you. Even more afraid that it's real and you actually have something to lose. You would sooner eat another wriggling parasite--hells, an entire pot of that damn stew—than go back to Cazador.

He will find you, you're certain. He will send hunters to track you down like a dog. Escape is impossible. This is nothing more than a brief reprieve in the misery of your existence.

You're a little afraid, too, of her. Of this unrelenting, undeserved kindness. Of what happens to you when it goes away.

"Why are you helping me?" you ask. She must want something. Everyone does.

"Maybe I just need you well enough to fight tomorrow," she offers. "Or, consider: you're a person who could use some help. Simple as that."

"You're too good for this sorry world," you say it like an accusation. Too good to me.

She shrugs. "Well, go with the first answer then. Need anything?"

"No, I think not."

The one thing you need, you don't dare ask for. Not yet.

"Try to get some rest, okay? I had last watch so dawn can't be too far off."

"Wait."

"Yeah?"

"I...I would appreciate if you didn't mention this to the others."

That earns a strange look from her, but she nods. "Of course. Good night, Astarion."

You watch the sunrise for the first time in centuries. It is completely worth the awful, sleepless night which preceded it. Your days are numbered, you know, between the parasite and Cazador, but you are damn well going to make every second of that freedom count.

#bg3 #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #astarion #astarion x tav #bg3 fic #sorry i had to write some hurt/comfort #be warned it's a little gross but not too much #i'll post on ao3 later

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laurzzz · 27 days

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Omg i love the idea of moon just being so gentle AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Now new question. If we where sick. How would they react? And im including eclipse here. Who would take what role and how would they execute that role? Like who brings food? Who would stand guard and constantly worry their little robo-heart? Who would be fully chill and calm the other down? Who would make sure they got enough rest yet still got out to get fresh air?

Also sorry for all the questions! Do let me know if ya want me to chill out with them! Im just in love with this au and i havent even begun reading the fic yet!!

WAH I love these questions YIPPEE alright lemme think hmmmm oh also! Possible spoilers for the entirety of the fic! Both on what's already written out and are yet to be written.

All under the cut! It got long. Wordy ass bitch here LMAO

The Princess (Y/N!) isn't a sickly person hence why they're able to keep up with the training that the Assassins give them. It wasn't explicitly stated in the fic but the Assassins have given difficult training to the Princess that only certain soldiers/knights in their kingdom can match (which is how the Assassins are as skilled as they are).

Being able to keep up with their training while also keeping her royal identity impresses the two Assassins. But! The Princess isn't superhuman nor is she a robot so in moments where you are finally down with a cold or soreness that's too painful to handle (which she blames the weather for or just allergies because she can't let anyone find out about her training) you would just stay in bed and hope that the two Assassins would understand somehow.

And they would.

They wouldn't be able to take care of you due to the nature of the dynamics so far but let's say that the Princess gets sick during training. As this is the only time they can meet-up and be close to one another. Perhaps, food poisoning. The Princess got hungry, they were out of the castles, and her stomach did not mix well with the food— being used to the things she only ate at Castle Emily.

You'd just thrown up, and your stomach buzzes with the sensation of a thousand bees flying inside it.

It's awful. Your legs are faltering as your breath tries to catch up with the imbalance in your body.

Your thoughts linger to the pastry that the darker assassin gave you from the markets. That must've been the cause.

A gentle heavy hand runs down your back, soothing it with a rub, and another. A cough follows through from you before craning your neck up at the assassin dressed in deep dark blue and iron armory.

"Please hold out a little bit longer, Your Highness.", he sighs with the glow of his burning red eyes dimming down to the usual dual hues. "Sun will return with the remedy potions soon."

Basically, Moon will comfort you all throughout the sickness as Sun acts as a runner for the errands. As for Eclipse... well we won't really be on good terms with him until the much latter half of the series. But I like to think, at the moment, that he would be the worrier out of the three robo-siblings. Despite it though, he would still keep his encoded rationality and strive to give you the best treatment as possible while ordering Sun and Moon to do this and that for you during your ill health.

#food #majestic oppositions #im down for all the questions genuinely!#it took me a bit to write this all down as i kept thinking of what eclipse would be like as a character #atm my thoughts are focused on his character as a driving piece to the lore #nothing casual and sweet like this #so thank you for bringing it to consideration on my end!!#cw sickness

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kaijusnz · 5 months

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if it's alright, can we get some heizou, lyney, dehya and yun jin hcs ?

Great list of characters! I've been wanting to do some of these for a while!

Heizou

Soft sneeze but they can get harsh if he's been going for a while

Sneezes into fist or away from people

Can stifle silently but doesn't like to cause he finds it unsatisfying

5/10 volume, 6/10 pitch, 5/10 wetness

Sharp gasp before sneeze

Not a lot of warning

Horrible naku weed allergy

Will leave him wheezing

Lowkey prob a snzfker

Would probably say some horny shit after sneezing (maybe not but I can't stop thinking of the cursed bday art)

Seems like the type to be whiny when sick but actually just keeps to himself and sleeps or something

Lyney

Also a soft sneeze

Always desperate sounding tho

Imagining the vtuber shx/to's sneeze for him just a little more desperate

Can hold back for a long time but he did sneeze once during a show

Would apologize afterward

3/10 volume, 7/10 pitch, 3/10 wetness

Romaritime flower allergy

Usually only sneezes twice but for allergies it's much more

Can stifle but it makes him sneeze more

Rapid fits too

Pinched nose stifles a lot even tho it makes him sneeze 10x more

Watery eyes + red nose

Dehya

Gets stuck sneezes

Gets a super bad tickle in bridge of her nose

Breathy buildups

Not necessarily aggressive sounding sneezes but very intense

7/10 volume, 5/10 pitch, 6/10 wetness

Dust allergy

Pollen allergy too but it's not as bad as it used to be

Gets embarrassed sneezing in front of others

Especially since they get stuck pretty often

Works through being sick until Candace tells her to rest

Yun Jin

Polite sneezes

Into her sleeve or behind her hand

Can do hands free stifle

Trained her sneezes to be very ladylike but her natural sneezes weren't very loud or harsh to begin with

2/10 volume, 7/10 pitch, 3/10 wetness

Glaze Lily allergy

Steam from tea makes her sneeze sometimes too

Can hold back for a super long time cause she refuses to sneeze during a performance

Has lost her hat sneezing a few times

If she gets sick she drinks so much tea and does everything to get over it as fast as possible so it doesn't affect performances

#might update these more later but idk #snzblr #sneeze kink #snez kink #snz #snz blog #snzfucker #genshin snzpact #snz headcanons

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steddiecameraroll · 7 months

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I have too many WIPs that I know I'm never going to finish...so here's the start of a Hanahaki I was working on

If the world was such a great and fantastic place, Steve Harrington wondered why it was always trying to kill him.

He holds out his hand and stares at what’s housed in his palm.

Petals.

He’s been coughing for days now. It feels like something has been stuck in his throat, and he can’t get it out. Now the small curled petals sit in his palm, mocking him. He knows it’s Eddie, but can’t say anything, won’t.

He wipes his hands over the trash can and sits on the floor in front of it. It’s been a year since he drug Eddie’s body out of the Upside Down. It’s been a year of seeing him heal and turn back into the zealous, wild, unabashed Eddie he always was. It’s been a year of slowly watching him realize he needed to leave Hawkins, inevitably leaving Steve behind. And it’s one week before he officially does.

No, he won’t tell Eddie. He won’t take this opportunity away from him. Maybe it’ll clear up on its own.

Steve clears his throat a little, feeling another tickle of something pushing its way up. He rubs his hand over his forearm and stares at a spot on his carpet.

“Ding-hey,” Robin pushes Steve’s bedroom door open, holding two cans of Coke. “What’s wrong? What happened? I was gone for two seconds.” Robin slides down to the floor sitting next to him.

“Nothing, sorry,” Steve looks up at her, ignoring the tugging in his chest, and smiles while taking the soda from her.

“You looked like someone kicked your puppy.”

“I think you have to have a puppy for someone to kick it.” He raises his eyebrows at her and cracks the can open.

“You really ok?” She needs the Harrington charm to assuage her fears.

“Yeah, of course. I’m always ok.” He nudges her knee and takes a large swig, hoping it pushes back down what’s growing in his throat.

She believes him and shifts her weight on her hips to fully cross her legs and get comfortable.

“Ok, so back to the story. So I was sitting there handing her a pen, and she takes it, and her fingers brush against mine. Like honest to god brushes, and I think I’m going to die, she looks at me and smiles. Smiles, Steve. She smiles and says, no kidding, ‘thank you.’ Just says thank you to me like it was a big deal, and I’m pretty sure I’m looking at her like she has two heads because she leans back and goes back to her work. I’m an idiot. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t even smile. I just stared at her and completely screwed it up, like usual. She’s so pretty, I can’t even stand it. I just become this moron around her. I keep doing this. How do you always keep it together? I need help here.” She finally takes a breath and falls onto the floor, staring up at the ceiling, her soda resting on her stomach

“Are you asking me for actual help? You never want my help.”

“I know. I know, but I’m desperate.”

“Just breathe first of all, and remember that she’s also a person and not a fragile glass vase. Be yourself, Rob. You know you’re funny, a great person, insanely smart. Let her see that.”

“Insanely smart? That feels like an oxymoron.”

“A what?” His sentence ends with a handful of coughs, catching him off guard. He tries to hide them with his hand and clears his throat several times.

“You ok? Are you getting sick? Steve, I can’t get sick. Please don’t be sick.”

“No, no, I’m fine. It’s allergies or something.” He coughs one more time, hard, and feels a petal slip into his mouth. He tries to carefully pull it out without Robin seeing.

“Ew, what’s that?”

“Nothing, a hair or something.”

“Makes sense you’d be coughing up hairballs.

...the rest would look like: The closer Steve gets to Eddie leaving town his symptoms get worse. So much angsty pining. He can't hide it from Eddie, who confronts him the night before he's to leave. Steve denies it until he can't because he's in so much pain from the thorns and then nervously admits his feelings to Eddie. Who obviously feels the same way. They kiss, they have sex, Eddie convinces Steve to come with him. And just as quickly as he ran back into the Byers house in S1 he says Yes. Happily Ever After happens.

#steddie ficlet #steddie #steve x eddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddiecameraroll posts

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what the poets are like when they are sick except i’m right bc i know them personally

i’m bored and have extreme writers block, so here ya go, do with this what you will.

Neil:

Neil does not get sick often but when he does, its Bad™️

It starts small, usually a throat tickle but by the end of the day, he’s beaten to a pulp by a virus

He gets bad fevers but he always claims it’s because he runs warm (and he does, so fair point)

Neil gets eerily quiet - like you would almost swear he was dead from not talking so much

He becomes a completely different person, a shadow of himself. He hardly smiles, hardly laughs. He’s miserable.

He’s also extremely touch-starved and even though he won’t ask for them, cuddles are welcome despite a very weak protest of “I don’t want you to catch this”

He hates medicine - it tastes like crap

will come to class sick and even went to rehearsal w/ the flu at one point - he passed out

it takes him a while to get over something, usually a week or so before he can shake something entirely

Todd:

Todd has the WORST immune system in the world like a sickly Victorian child with consumption does not compare to him

You cannot even BREATHE in Todd’s direction after getting over a cold because Todd will catch it and it will be bad

Todd always got sick growing up but his parents thought it would go away growing up - they have never been more wrong

Todd likes to burrito himself in blankets because he runs extremely cold

Usually the first of the poets to get sick and then he gives his germs to Neil then Neil gives it to the others

Likes getting “Get Well Soon” cards

Inhales chicken noodle soup as if his life depended on it

congestion is the worst for him and he sounds very funny when he talks (neil thinks it’s cute)

likes being sung to sleep

Charlie:

when i say dramatic, i really mean dramatic. very over the top.

“CAMERON, I’B DYING! QUICK, WRITE DOWN MY WILL!”

sneezes snot rockets and its digusting

refuses medicine like a child

“you have to sweat it out”

gets sick from doing the dumbest things like jumping into cold water

just wants to be held but masks it over comedic exaggeration

his mom always took care of him when he fell ill, so really late at night if a headache or something is keeping him up, he cries because he’s homesick and wishes she was taking care of him

consumes cough drops like candy (he definitely's shouldn't be but he does b/c cameron just lets him and stopped trying to stop it a longgg time ago)

Knox:

out of all the poets, knox has the strongest immune system

he has terrible seasonal allergies tho, they're worse in the spring

the worst he's gotten sick was a bout of appendicitis where it DID burst and he nearly died

he thinks the scar makes him look cool (it doesn't)

he's usually the one making the soup runs and midnight trips to walgreens for the tylenol & ibuprofen

if knox does happen to get a passing virus, it ALWAYS lasts for no more than 24 hours

he acts completely normal, like up and walking around, functioning like a normal person

hates being coddled and he smacks people's hands away when they try to feel for a temperature

Pitts:

the biggest symptom he gets is a terrible cough (you can hear what's in his lungs and it's horrendous)

he overheats but doesn't get freezing like todd

he hates to be alone when he's sick, he starts to get very anxious

has no appetite at all whether it's a minor cold or full blown stomach flu he just can't stomach more than an apple and some water

had to get his tonsils taken out and instead of being miserable, he was happy he got to eat popsicles

while ear infections are more common among little kids, he's always managed to get one at least once a year

like knox, he never gets sick easily but when it does hit him, it's nothing too bad

has an extreme fear of needles and the doctor's office. he once became seriously feverish and delirious and when the poets tried taking him to the clinic at welton, he kicked charlie in the stomach for trying to move him. he still feels bad about it despite his memory of it being fuzzy

always loses his voice and has a special notebook he writes in when he needs to communicate with people

Meeks:

does not have the strongest immune system and gets sick abnormal times

develops stress fevers and getting him to lay down is quite a challenge

like neil, meeks will come to class sick and will pass out in the middle of a lesson

when he finally is confined to bed rest, he always has a book or some kind of brain teasers w/ him

honey lemon tea becomes his very best friend during his course of illness

usually the one diagnosing himself or his friends (actually owns a stethoscope he got from a friend of his dad's)

always brings a first aid kit to the poet cave b/c jagged rocks and risk of infection

he always sounds terrible, the congestion is even worse than todd's

always gets extreme migraines that make him cry

Cameron:

also bitches and moans when he gets sick - he and charlie are far more alike than he thinks

is the pretentious kid with a bell who rings for service - charlie chucked it out their window

uses absence as just one really long study hall and finishes all his homework AND manages to get ahead

when he comes back from being sick he always asks "didja miss me?" everyone says no (in a joking way but charlie actually means it)

doesn't get too terribly sick and not too often

when he does get sick, dizzy spells are the worst for him

like pitts, he always loses his voice no matter the scenario

actually hates drinking tea and will just pour honey straight down his throat

has a favorite medicine flavor - it's grape

BONUS: Keating always gives the boys a book when they return from being sick or comes to visit them if they end up in the hospital. He always writes a get-well note in the books.

#dead poets society #neil perry #todd anderson #charlie dalton #knox overstreet #gerard pitts #steven meeks #richard cameron #john keating #dps fandom #dps headcanons #i really do love them with all my heart #i need to write a sickfic for neil #we need more on ao3 #i've been reading this knarlie fake dating one and it's so fucking good #anyway #do with this as you see fit

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