Front & back covers for Brain School 3- printing as soon as I’m negative.
Also I hate being sick! God damn! I have no energy and my head hurts and I feel like a cranky little baby. Wear a mask.
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i need more male!Wednesday x reader!!! 💗😭/fluff If you can
Sick Days
Fandom: The Addams Family
Pairing: Male Wednesday Addams x Reader
Warnings: Minor description of the flu
Author's Note: The flu sucks.
Wednesday is aged up in this. Same ages as my previous Wednesday fic apply.
I do not own The Addams Family. Pls don't come after me.
Do not plagiarize or translate any of my works or their included assets.
It was a lousy Friday afternoon, and here you were wasting it, too miserable to even get out of bed. Normally, you would love that feeling, the woe and sorrow washing over you. But right now, with your congested sinuses, sore throat, and feverish chills, all you wanted to do was get rid of it.
Your body is wracked with another fever-induced shiver, shaking you out of your self-pity. Deciding you should sleep the illness off, you turn on your side and shiver one more time before your eyes flutter shut.
It doesn’t last for long. The door to your room opens within a couple of minutes, which does very little to rouse you from your groggy state. You don’t even turn over to face the entrance, too drained by your sickness.
When the intruder finally gets over to the bed, you see through drowsy eyes that it’s Wednesday Addams, your lover of many years. He’s standing- no, looming over you, observing with an almost sympathetic gaze.
“Hello darling. Still feeling sick?” Wednesday questions quietly.
“No better than I was this morning. How are you feeling?” You respond with a sniffle.
Wednesday mumbles a reply while sliding under the blankets with you. He makes himself comfortable, adjusting the blankets so the both of you can sleep comfortably.
You bask in his presence for a moment before a thought strikes you. “Wednesday, you’re gonna get sick-” And almost as though you need to prove your point, you’re cut off with a cough.
“Good. It’s been a while since I’ve spent days wandering this house, infected with insistent germs. And to be infected by you? An honor, mi amor.” He scoffs as though you’re an idiot for not seeing it that way, but brings his hand up to cup your cheek in apology.
You’re too tired for your boyfriend’s gothic antics, but you appreciate the sentiment. So you weakly reach your head up to kiss him on the cheek, murmur an I love you, and snuggle into his arms to hopefully fall back asleep.
Wednesday got sick the next day (and enjoyed every second of it).
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I got covid....again..... putting my arts on hold. Thank you guys. I knew it I was getting very sick.
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If you suspect one way or another just select that option. This is not a scientific poll.
Can we all agree covid sucks?? I’m getting over it still, on day 12. 🙄
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my fever finally broke!!! I'm still sick but I can't even express how much better I feel now that the fever is gone!!!
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Sick with covid once again 😬🤧🎉😑
So lots of sleep, coughing and (hopefully some reading/drawing/writing) waiting for me
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feel like ive done nothing but sleep since like Wednesday
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Look, I'm not saying I've got the best friends, but it may be possible that I told them I'd be alone at least on Christmas Eve as I'm still testing positive and can't make the 4-hour-trip home by train.
And then it's also possible that they ordered a food delivery from the grocery store for me and had it sent to my door.
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When my husband had the plague he felt like he had a head cold for a few days, got diagnosed, slept for a day, and then was mostly fine.
When the tiny tot had the plague he had a runny nose and sounded like Darth Vader, but was mostly fine.
I, on the other hand, have a fever, a cough that sounds like death, and feel like I've been hit by six buses.
My husband is confused.
And the fact that the only meds I was given were cough meds that don't really work doesn't help.
On Monday I'm going back to the doctor if I'm still this sick. And the tiny tot, sad as he is about it, has started getting fully weaned. Which means better meds for me, woo!
Now, if you'll excuse me, there's hot tea and a blanket. And a hot water bottle.
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