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indigobrushpen · 10 months

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See, even though she'd rather chug a gallon of milk in public than tell you, Felicia is really nervous about visiting her parents.

Every single time she goes on this road trip, she gets nervous. And it usually ends up fine (albeit awkward, but fine), simply because of how posh her parents are, but then she forgets that it was fine and then while she's halfway there the next year, she starts getting nervous again.

And when she gets really nervous, her stomach starts to hurt.

She hides it from you, of course. Impeccably well. Mostly because the ache quickly fades once she actually gets there, but this time, you're coming along.

And Felicia loves you, really, but she has no idea how her parents are going to react. Thus, when you get caught in traffic nearly an hour into the drive, and you start swearing at this jerk in front of you, Felicia's stomach gets worse.

And look- normally she would tell you. But you're really serious about this stuff, and if you know her stomach hurt you'd drive home that second. Felicia doesn't want that either.

The seat belt presses against her dress, which is already tight against her skin, which makes her stomach feel endlessly cramped. She places a hand over the swell, face tightening with discomfort.

I really don't feel so good, she thinks miserably. Maybe I should drink something.

She glances at you out of the corner of her eye. You're still focused on the road and all the excessive honking that surrounds you. Quietly, she reaches down (wincing at the pressure on her tummy) and pulls out a bottle of ginger ale from the glove compartment. She twists it open, listening for the quiet hiss, and then hesitates.

Ginger ale's supposed to soothe tummy aches, right?

Felicia takes a deep breath, presses the rim of the bottle to her mouth and takes a long, dainty swig.

She gulps down the soda easily. Her stomach still hurts after the first couple of gulps, but the longer the soda travels down, the more it begins to settle. She's downed half the bottle by this point, and with the way she's chugging it, the soda will be finished soon. Felicia relaxes.

And then immediately stiffens when you place a hand on her shoulder and say, "Easy, make sure to take small-"

She chokes a little, the soda stuck in her mouth. Her cheeks are puffed up with liquid and she places a hand to her chest, trying to swallow. You pound her back, which makes the pressure in her tummy tighten. Something gives way after a few moments; Felicia finally gulps down the mouthful.

And burps immediately.

"BHUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRGGGHHHHPP!"

It's a loud, long, nasty burp. The force of it makes her thrust forward, eyes wide and a hand out, strands of hair flying out of her face. When it's out, you stare at her in surprise. Felicia, equally surprised, immediately claps her hands over her mouth in mortification. " 'Scuse me," she giggles sheepishly. You begin to chuckle.

"That was- that was really stuck in there, huh?"

Felicia sputters, hands falling away from her face as the laughter takes over.

"Man, good thing you got that out of your system," you tease. "I don't know how I would've explained to your parents that their daughter imploded on the way over."

The mention of it makes Felicia's stomach twinge a little, but she ignores it, giggling harder.

"That was- that was huge," she says between giggles. "It almost hurt, I- ooooh."

She's cut off by a sudden, violent gurgle in her belly. You frown a little in concern. Felicia feels the pressure return to her stomach tenfold- is my stomach supposed to feel like it's bubbling up? Isn't burping supposed to make me feel better? "Ooooh," she mumbles, one hand clutching her stomach, the other daintily placed on her chest. The pressure worsens, and Felicia grimaces.

"Felicia?" you ask, concerned. "You alright?"

"F-Fine," Felicia mumbles, very much not fine. "Just- my tummy hurts a little bit, that's all, I- BUUUUURRRRRRGGGHHHP! Oh, mmh-excuse me..."

"That," you say skeptically, knowingly, continuing to rub Felicia's sides, "doesn't sound fine."

"I'm okay, honey, just- the road-"

"This traffic isn't gonna let up for another ten minutes, at least," you say. "Don't worry about it. Is the ginger ale sitting okay in your stomach?"

For a moment, Felicia contemplates lying, saying something like No, I just really needed to burp, and now I'm fine and everything is fine and we can just keep going.

But her belly rolls again, the ache strong and tight, and - albeit hesitantly - Felicia shakes her head, lips pursed.

"Figured," you say, sympathetically. "You said your tummy hurts?"

"Mm. Y-yeah."

"Must've been before the soda," you murmur, your reach branching out to lightly stroke Felicia's distended belly. "God, no wonder you're all burpy."

"My parents," Felicia says suddenly, face panicked. "Oh, no- they're- I'm- I can't be like this in front of my-"

"Easy, easy," you say gently, as though speaking to a distressed animal. Your ministrations across Felicia's stomach become firmer, more soothing. "It's okay, it's okay. We're gonna get all that gas out before we see your parents, okay? I'm gonna take care of you."

Felicia seems to relax a bit, at that. She slumps into the seat, face a little more pained. Her tummy really hurts, and she really needs to burp or something because the pressure in her chest is inhumanely tight, and-

"Something's probably stuck," you muse, the fabric of Felicia's dress sliding up and down with every rub. "You think you can finish the rest of the soda?"

Felicia glances to the bottle of ginger ale in the cup holder. There's just under a quarter left.

Felicia purses her lips and nods.

"Perfect," you say, rubbing her stomach with a hand between her shoulder blades. "Okay. I'm here."

Felicia picks up the bottle. unscrews it. Hesitates-

Her tummy rolls violently, and the hesitation flies out the window.

Felicia takes a deep breath, tilts her head back, and chugs the rest of the soda in lightning speed. She gulps down every mouthful instantly as you lightly rub her back to soothe her. Finally, she pulls away, gulping down the last of the soda. She sighs, pained, before burping loudly.

"BHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRGGGHHHHP! Ooh, 'scuse me- goodness, that felt weird..."

You spot a yellow light in the corner of your eye and - though regretfully- remove your hands from Felicia and back onto the steering wheel. "You feeling any better?"

Felicia burps again and grimaces, a hand hovering over her mouth. "UUUUUUUURRRGGGHHHPP!...Oof. A- A little."

"I- shit," you mutter, as the light turns green and the cars ahead of you begin to move. You resume driving, glancing over at Felicia. "You need me to pull over?"

"But- we just-"

"No buts," you say. "We'll stop once we're a few minutes away from your parents' house and if you still have a tummy ache, I'll help you, okay?"

Felicia thinks about how supportive you are, every time this happens. Even if it's 'gross'. Even if she's embarrassed as hell every time. Just as long as Felicia feels better. And the anxious ache in her gut, about how her parents will feel or react or even behave lessens a bit.

Because at least you'll have each other the whole time.

Felicia smiles weakly. "Okay."

#eructo #burp kink #oc x reader #burping #nausea #sickfic #caretaking #mini fic

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redd956 · 8 months

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Mini Whump Prompt 113

"Whumpee?", Caretaker loomed over the recliner. They knew something was wrong at an instant. Despite gloating over the win of getting that piece furniture, Caretaker hasn't even witnessed Whumpee sitting in it once. Come to think of it, do they even sit down?

Whumpee, still head to toe in their daily formal wear, slept away uncomfortably, face red and drenched in sweat.

"Whumpee.", Caretaker prodded at first, before turning to jostling, letting out a nervous laugh at Whumpee's limpness. "C'mon, you of all people know it's not funny to play around like this... Whumpee?"

#whump #whump prompt #sickfic prompt #sickfic #sick whump #hurt/comfort #whump prompts #mini whump prompt #mini whump prompts #sickfic prompts #whump ideas #formal whumpee #leader whumpee #leader whump #fever whump #whump stuff #sicknario

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jessfandrawer · 9 months

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A bit of silliness before I can't post as much (travel + professional illustration job!).

Drawing in "soft focus" was hilarious.

True confessions, this was partially inspired by the scene in Treasure Planet where Dr. Doppler is taking care of Captain Amelia.

#my art #fanart #trigun #meryl stryfe #vash the stampede #I dunno what continuity this is supposed to be...#vashmeryl #platonic or romantic #up to you #whatever happened to Meryl is up to you too #milly thompson #I've got 10 episodes of '98 left #this is unserious #sickfic #ish #mini comic #delirium goggles #k bye

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roughdaysandart · 3 months

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Rough Day Comic Masterpost

= Yes I'm making a comic based on Rough Day by @no-droids

= Yes I'm editing the smut out ("Abridged for Christian Roomates")

=Yes I'm adding filler content/altering the intimacy timeline to make up for editing out the smut (consider this BASED on RD rather than a direct translation)

=Yes it will be just as clever and soft, just less Ooga Booga

= YES THERE IS A PINTEREST BOARD (behind the scenes etc)

= YES YOU CAN CHECK OUT THE 'SOUNDTRACK" I IMAGINE WHEN WRITING

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Book/Season 1: THE EXCEPTIONS

CH 0: PREFACE

PT 1: Other Talents (5/10/24)

PT 2: Rules and Habits

CH 1: ROUGH DAY

Prolouge: Part 1

CH 2: HEARTENED IN HYPERSPACE

PT 1: Ow, ow, ow, OW-OW-OW

PT 2: All Action/No longer.

Prolouge: Part 2

CH 3: NEGOTIATION SKILLS

PT 1: Useful.

PT 2: Convincing

Prolouge: Part 3

CH 4: REST

PT 1: Unrelenting Interruptions

PT2: Quiet Murmurs in the Dark

Prolouge: Part 4

CH 5: OF METAL AND MEN

Prolouge: Part 5

CH 6: A SHOW OF GOOD FAITH

PT 1: Forget about it. Forget about it.

PT 2: The Deal

Prolouge: Part 6

CH 7: RUSHED

PT 1: Honor

PT 2: Something

PT 3: Natural, Not Normal

Prolouge: Part 7

CH 8: THE FLOOR IS BETTER

PT1: In Memoriam

PT2 : Oil and Water

PT3: Stepping Stones

Prolouge: Part 8

Book/Season 2: THE UNSTOPPABLE, THE IMMOVABLE (Or "torn" idk yet)

CH 9: BROWN EYES

Pt 1: Listen and Learn

Pt 2: Unintended, overheard.

Prolouge: Part 9

CH 10: JUST THE TRANSLATOR

PT 1: TBD ("devastatingly, upper-hand”?)

PT 2: TBD (“Fireside Chat?”)

Prolouge: Part 10

CH 11: CHAPTER 11

PT 1: Promise Me

PT 2: It’s Yours

Pt 3: If You Close Your Eyes

Prolouge: Part 11

CH 12: BEGINNER’S LUCK

PT 1: TBD: (“Lucked out/”?)

PT 2: Shot to the Heart

Prolouge: Part 12

CH 13: KAR’TAYLIR

PT 1: …and to lose.

PT 2: Is to love...

Prolouge: Finale

CH 14: WHENEVER YOU WANT

PT 1: TBD

PT 2: Everything, and then Everything Again (Confessions of a Middle-Age Trauma Queen)

Book/Season 3: THE CHASE

CH 15: OUT OF TRILLION (Parts TBD)

CH 16: ASK ME AGAIN TOMORROW(Parts TBD)

CH 17: WHISPERS OF YOU(Parts TBD)

CH 18: HOME(Parts TBD)

SEASON 4: BE NOT AFRAID (TBD)

CH 19: BE BRAVE

CH 20: ANOTHER ROUGH DAY

CH 21 - End

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[ORIGINAL POST BEGINS HERE] (FEB 2024)

"Fuck it I'll try making a Rough Day Comic" 🤦

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I just loved the process of creating that Cantina comic so much, and I really really have been a imagining how cool a comic could look for the entire fic (its just writted so well) and I really wanna make it super clean so...I think imma break out the tablet and get this going. Also I just love this work so much that it would really being mw so much joy (especially as my fiest comic) and thats what's important in the end.

No idea if it'll stick or if it'll be just a few or how soon but...I really am excited to try

Also kinda have to get used to drawing starvwars environments/backgrounds/people in general, as I'm not used to that at all so here's to learning ALOT of new things ahead!

Probs will start out with the backstory drabble from @no-droids masterlist just for chronological sake and then do the chapters in order.

About the smut...🙃

*sigh* I live with my very christian siblings in a one bedroom so.....just no soft or hardcore smut (idk if i can even get away with any spicy gestures at all lol), and will probs have to clean some of the language up or leave bubbles blank until I live alone and can edit them later then re-upload 🤣

At least for now lol

So yeah I hope anyone who also enjoys this fic has as much fun observing this process as I will have making it!

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 1 year

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For the pure fluff prompt: How about one where Tony brings a sleeping Peter over to a meeting for whatever reason? Maybe because he's sick? (I've read multiple of fics but none of them have been because Peter's sick. And since you are the queen of sickfics, I'm offering you this prompt)

Anyways, hope you have a great day!

I finally made it through my last mini-fic prompt. I'm not sure it's exactly what @bluequeen0803 had in mind, but I think it turned out pretty cute! And! It's longer than the others I posted today, clocking in at 944 words!

Koala Care

“Alright, Kiddo. Time to go inside,” Tony said. When Peter didn’t move he rolled his eyes and released the seat belt himself. “Come on, Bud. I know you don’t feel good, but you can’t just stay in the car.”

Apparently, Peter had arrived at school with a minor case of the sniffles that had exploded into the full-blown flu by second period. He was stuffed up, sneezing, and had a fever high enough to alarm the school nurse. As expected, they’d tried to call May. But when they were unable to reach her, they’d pulled up his secondary contact information instead. That’s how Tony ended up ducking out between meetings to pick a sick kid up from school.

“I’m serious, Peter. I’ve got a meeting to get to, and I refuse to leave you in the garage,” he nagged. When the sole response he received was a pathetic whine, he huffed an annoyed breath. He’d already missed the second half of the R&D meeting he’d been putting off for weeks. Pepper hadn’t mentioned anything about it when he’d left the room. Although he was sure, her generosity had been more for Peter’s sake than his own. Either way, he wasn’t likely to get away with skipping out on mandatory board meetings as well.

“Do you want me to carry you?” he sarcastically inquired. Peter perked up slightly and mumbled something at a nearly inaudible level. “Was that a ‘No, Mr. Stark. I’m perfectly capable of dragging myself to the penthouse?’” he asked. He was surprised when Peter blinked up at him, his cheeks bright red with fever, and shook his head. “Wait, you do want me to carry you?” he asked, sure he’d misunderstood the response.

Peter hummed in the positive and sat up a little taller in his seat. “I’m tired,” he croaked, “and everything hurts.”

Tony considered cracking a joke about how the kid was entirely too big to be carried to bed. Then he got a good look at Peter’s glassy eyes and sighed sympathetically. “Alright, Kid. Just this once,” he said before hopping out the car and walking around to open the passenger side door.

After coaxing Peter out of the car, Tony crouched down to offer access to his back. The kid wrapped his lanky legs around his waist and his arms around his neck before propping his chin on his shoulder. He could feel heat from Peter's body radiating through the layers of his three-piece suit. “It’s like I’m giving a piggyback ride to a furnace,” he mumbled under his breath as he crossed the garage into the elevator.

The plan had been to unceremoniously drop Peter onto his bed, grab him some meds and then rush downstairs to attend his meeting. However, once he arrived in the penthouse, Peter refused to let go. “Peter, you have to get down,” he prompted. “If I don’t get to this meeting Pepper’s going to have my head. You don’t want to be responsible for my beheading do you?”

Peter giggled quietly but didn’t let go. If anything he held on more tightly.

“Okay, I guess you’re coming with me then,” Tony said, half expecting the kid to slide off of his back and slink into his bedroom. When that didn’t happen, he grabbed a couple of bottles of water from the fridge and pocketed a couple of tablets. Once he reached the elevator, he paused and craned his neck to try and get a look at the kid’s face. “Alright, Clancy. This is your last chance to disembark.”

“I don’t feel good and you’re super comfy,” Peter mumbled, half asleep, into his neck. Tony scoffed at the accusation and swayed his head.

Resigning himself to his fate, Tony sighed and entered the boardroom with a confident stride. All eyes were on him, more so than usual, as he strode across the room with his sleeping teenager attached to his back like an overgrown koala. “What?” he asked, then pulled a chair out and whipped it around so he could sit down without squashing Peter. “It’s ‘bring your kid to work’ day. Did you not get the memo? You all should really check your email more often.”

“Tony,” Pepper smilingly chastised. “There is no such day on the calendar. What are you doing?”

Tony shrugged and reached awkwardly over his shoulder to brush Peter’s sweaty bangs off of his forehead. “The kid’s sick,” he flippantly explained. Then grinned widely. “Actually, don’t people usually get time off when they have a sick kid?”

“He’s fifteen, Tony. And he’s not your kid,” Pepper laughed and Tony gasped theatrically.

“You can’t talk like that in front of my son!”

The entire boardroom went quiet, save for Pepper’s giggling and Peter’s quiet snoring. “Oh for heaven’s sake,” Pepper said. “Take Peter upstairs and tuck him in. I’ll reschedule this meeting for when he’s feeling better.”

Tony opened his mouth to offer a snarky remark, but before he could Peter lifted his head, eyes still closed and said, “Thanks, Ms. Pott.”

Pepper smiled softly, crossed the room and placed her hand on Peter’s forehead. “You’re welcome, Kid,” she said, then smirked in Tony’s direction. “You did a great job getting your dad out of his meeting.”

“Yep,” Peter replied, followed by a sleepy sigh. “And now he has to take me upstairs and tuck me in.”

Still grinning, Tony turned towards the exit. He knew Pepper had a lot of explaining to do on his behalf and he was sure he’d hear about it later. But for the time being, he was more than happy to carry his clingy feverish kid up to his bed.

#happyaspie writing #happyaspie mini fic #prompt #sick peter parker #mild illness #fever #sleepy peter parker #irondad and spiderson #tony stark #peter parker #pepper potts #clingy peter parker #spider-man #iron man #marvel fanfiction #irondad #spiderson #fluffy sickfic

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if-loki-was-a-fox · 29 days

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What if I just wrote half a dozen roomies and cletho and maybe even clockers sickfics all in a row

What if they all had sleepy barely awake scenes in them

What if I just write the exact same fic in different fonts forever

#/half-joke but mostly in a /exaggeration way #I did just write a little cletho mini sickfic and already have a roomies sickifc I want to write next #ao I will quite probably write like three in a row #just me rambling

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psychologeek · 4 months

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Ok so. It's small. But that's what I have.

Day 13: Magical girl transformation

It's the middle of the day, and she shouldn't come out, but–

(But there's something inside of her, that sense she only started realizing, is shouting. There's something like a string pulling her heart out. There's a way she's immediately alert. And no matter how normal it is, she can't ignore the part of her saying:

Run!)

She's standing, unsure, but the need is strong. In a second, she phases out of sight. Out of touch.

She walks through the wall, unbothered. Falls to the ground, but it doesn't hurt. Just like floating.

She runs, chasing that feeling in her core, and she can feel her uniform starting to form.

Flip flops, slowly turning to reasonable shoes.

Her hair is braided back, away from her eyes.

A glimpse of black sleeve, as she turns too fast.

(She stops the long skirt from growing, though. She can't risk stumbling now.)

She runs, but she isn't Jazz. Not anymore.

Psychopomp is standing by the collapsing building.

(There are still Livings in it.)

(Like it? I have more mini-fics in this au. And full size fics on ao3. please vote in my update poll! And the one for next week! Bc I try to work ahead LMAO)

This mini-fic is part of the "Storytelling" side-fic in the "Core Skills au.

#danny phantom #whump writing #whump #sickfic #lost and found verse #jazz fenton #fentonic2024 #fentonic #day 13 #Magical girl transformation #psychopomp #my oc #core skills au #spoilers #sort of #mini fic

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nights-flying-fox · 8 months

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a short tidepod duo sickfic gift for @little-banjo-frog & @spacemimz :] hope you guys feel better soon!!

Word count: 1283 ☆ fandom: rottmnt ☆ ao3 link: n/a (yet)

Leo really hated being sick. It was always boring. Especially if he was the only one who got sick. Raph would get anxious and act like a mother hen, and Donnie would never let him leave his room if it was not necessary (and mind you, it is not because Leo has to rest, it is because he’d end up spreading his sickness in the lair), and would be a snitch whenever Leo tried to sneak out. At least Splinter had the experience and always knew what Leo needed.

The thing was that his dad seemed to miss the fact Leo had slept the whole morning, and then the whole noon, and now he couldn’t sleep. To be honest he didn’t want to either. Being sick was bad, but staying in your room and not being able to do much was also bad. The first was okay. He read comics, scrolled on his phone and read some fanfiction, played some video games... Yeah, he had company too but... He wanted to do something other than lying down all the time! He was well enough to walk around, and he was pretty sure his sickness wasn't contagious so he should be able to leave the room, right?

So he got up. It was slow and careful steps, mostly to not wake up others. Thank Pizza Supreme in the Sky, he didn’t cough anymore. He could just have a tour of the lair, maybe even find something interesting to do—

“Leo?”

He turned to see Mikey standing at the entrance of his room. He had his blanket wrapped around him, and his eyes were tired. Uh oh.

“Don’t tell me...” Leo started.

“It is your fault.” Mikey glared.

“...Is this why you came here?” Leo asked. “To accuse me of spreading sickness.”

Mikey whined, “Noooo, I can’t sleep.”

Leo tilted his head, “Why?”

“Because—” He began coughing. Leo watched, feeling terrible. Maybe this was his fault, alright. After his coughing fit was over, Mikey continued. “Well, this...”

“Eugh boi... Yeah, let’s make you some warm tea.” Leo grabbed his blanket as well. It was cold out of his bed.

“That sounds good, but I was wondering,” Mikey was looking at him pleadingly. “Could I stay with you tonight?”

Leo understood his pain very well. Sickness alone was boring as heck. “Sure, but we will visit the kitchen first.” He didn’t wait for an answer. Instead, he pulled his blanket and walked out of the room.

He’d consider himself fast for someone sick, considering how Mikey had yet to join him. Except he wasn’t aware that Mikey was watching him walk, pulling his plushies on the blanket at the same time. The youngest smiled to himself as he followed his brother, deciding not to say anything.

Eventually, the two reached to the kitchen, Leo making two mugs of linden tea. Meanwhile, Mikey leaned on the counter, watching him. As Leo poured the warm tea into the mugs, he noticed something: “Hey, isn’t that Dad’s soup?”

Leo looked at where Mikey pointed at. A big casserole, which Leo knew that Splinter used it for when he made one of his famous soups. “Yeah, it is...”

“Shouldn’t he have put it into the fridge?” Mikey muttered.

“I dunno, you are the chef here.” Leo shrugged.

They looked at each other for a second before Mikey said “I’m reheating it.”

“I’m getting the bowls.”

And so the two warmed the soup, poured it into bowls, and headed out of the kitchen with two trays of soup and tea. The slideer had yet to notice his plushies on his blanket too, so they came along with the turtles as well.

Leo pointed out that Mikey’s room was the closest one, so they quietly headed there. However, Leo had forgotten that Mikey lacked a bed. Good thing Mikey had unreasonably a lot of pillows. Since Mikey had even less energy and was coughing a bit more now, Leo decided to handle putting the pillows down to make a comfortable place they could sit. As he did the task, he noticed the familiar purple tablet on the ground. “Is that Donnie’s tablet?”

“Mmmhmm.” Mikey murmured.

Well, they could use this! “Wanna watch a lame movie until we fall asleep or Raph finds us?”

“Yeah,” Mikey replied, enthusiastic but tired. “One of the lame horror movies?”

“No, you won’t be able to sleep.” Leo said as he placed more pillows on the ground.

“Nuh-uh.”

“You literally couldn’t sleep after watching those fake ghost stories youtube videos for a week.”

“Lies.”

Leo rolled his eyes. He didn’t say anything though, because he got distracted once he pulled his blanket over the pillows. “Wha- are those my plushies?”

“Yea, you’ve been dragging them along with your blanket the whole time.” Mikey snickered.

Oh. Okay, Leo maybe hadn’t recovered enough, how had he not noticed that? Eh, who cared. He took them and placed them on the pillows. “Bring yours too then.” He told Mikey as he sat down and pulled the trays closer, opening space to put the tablet on. Mikey did as he was told, and then sat next to Leo. They chose a movie and drank their soup and tea as they watched it in the dimly lit comfy room. The fairy lights and the way they were lying on the many pillows sleepily really made it feel like they were in a pillow fort. It was nice.

Mikey eventually got into his shell, only leaving his head out to see the screen. Leo held him close, circling gently his shell whenever his brother had a coughing fit. They both weren’t feeling their very best, but it seemed that the warm stuff and the comfort helped.

The youngest was the first to fall asleep. Leo didn’t remember when, but he fell asleep too. In the morning they found themselves in Leo’s bed, surrounded with some pillows and stuffed animals. And there was grumpy Raph watching them- no, glaring at them, sitting next to them.

“Hey big guy,” Leo smiled. Mikey was still sleeping beside him. “For your information, Mike’s joined the sick club.”

“I know.” He huffed. “What were you two thinking laying on the ground the whole night?”

“On pillows, Raph.” Leo corrected.

Raph glared at him even more, if it was possible.

“Relaaax, I was restless and he wanted company. I thought tea would help with his coughing, and his room is closer than mine...” Leo explained.

Raph sighed. “What am I gonna do with you two...”

“Bring us a very good breakfast?” He suggested.

“How are you feeling?” Raph asked, ignoring Leo’s suggestion. But he had smiled, so he might’ve brought them a good breakfast. Or maybe it was already on the way.

“Still not feeling too hot, buuut kinda better.” Leo answered. “No coughing, a bit tired tho.”

“Yeah, good.” Raph smiled, then put his hand on his forehead. “Your fever seems to be better. But don’t you dare to leave the bed yet. Not alone.”

“Why, where are you going?” Leo asked.

“Didn’t you ask for breakfast?” Raph smiled as he walked towards the door.

“You’re the best Raph.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Raph waved his hand. As he left, he added, “Get prepared against Donnie’s rant of careful usage of his stuff and whatever Pops has to say about soup.”

When Leo groaned, Raph had already left.

But now Leo wasn’t sick and alone. Yeah, maybe being sick was boring, and so was being stuck in your room, but hey, at least he had his family that made his days better. He smiled to himself, closing his eyes to fall asleep before his twin or Splinter paid a visit.

#this was supossed to be a mini comic #but i cant draw a thing the way i want today so #writing it is #heavily inspired by banjos drawing btw :]#it made me so happy #oh right tagging #rottmnt #rottmnt fanfiction #sickfic #rottmnt leo #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt raph #nighty writey #i didnt proofread this but grammarly did lets hope it did well #its 1am so i can not proofread it mhm

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slayonehundredninetytwo · 5 months

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i think i have one request, what about a sick jisung with the flu who has to miss the new year's eve party almost everyone is attending except for minho who chose to stay and welcome the new year with him even if it's just in his bed with tissues and maybe a bucket by his side, watching some kind of romcom until the fireworks light up the sky

(Set in the old dorms)

“You guys can go without me. Really, I’ll be okay here. It’s just a little cold anyway. I’ll probably just sleep the night away, you don’t have to waste your new year on me.”

“Okay, if you’re sure. But make sure you take you take you medicine and drink lots of water. The flu is no joke.” Chan said. “Okay?”

“Okay.” Jisung nodded.

“Promise?”

“I promise.” he said, hooking pinkies with Chan, before ducking into his elbow to let out a harsh cough.

“You guys have fun without me, alright?” Jisung said, parting ways with Chan.

Jisung flopped onto his bed. He stayed there peacefully, but that peace didn’t last long, as he felt bile rising in his throat. Since the rest of his members were distracted getting ready to go, he slipped off to the bathroom, hoping to be able to be sick alone. He fell in front of the toilet, barely having time to open the lid before letting out a wet belch, a fountain of the little he’s eaten today spewing out painfully. The acidity burned his already sore throat. Tears spilled down his face, mixing with the remnants of vomit splashed on his face.

When he finally got a break, he leaned back against the wall, hearing a knock on the door.

Shit, he’s been caught. He really didn’t want any of his members with him right now. He can handle his own.

“Hannie, can I come in?” Minho. Jisung has a soft spot for Minho. Maybe he can let him in. Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to have Minho take care of him.

He scooted himself to the door, quickly reaching up to unlock it. He scurried back to the toilet, feeling the second wave of vomit on its way up. Minho opened the door just as Jisung lost whatever was left in his stomach.

He cringed in sympathy, dropping to his knees and rubbing jisung’s sweaty back who instantly leaned into his touch.

It didn’t take long before he had run out of stomach contents to bring up and was left dry heaving over the tainted water, occasionally coughing.

“Hannie I think you’re empty.” Minho stood, grabbing one of the little paper cups by the sink usually used to wash their mouths with water after brushing their teeth and filling it with water. He handed it to jisung who swirled the water around in his mouth before spitting it out, hoping to get rid of the foul taste left in his mouth. Minho took the cup and refilled it, passing it back to Jisung.

“Drink it this time.”

Jisung complied of course.

“I’m going to stay back with you.”

“Nooo.” Jisung whined, laying his face on the toilet seat, almost blending in with the porcelain with how white his face was. In truth, Jisung wanted Minho to stay back. But he would never admit that.

“Okay Ji. Couch or bed?”

“Couch.”

He helped Jisung to get comfy on the couch, setting him up with a bucket and a box of tissues. Once he was all situated, Minho went to inform Chan that he was going to stay back, who was relieved that Jisung wouldn’t be alone all night while sick. He waved the rest of the group goodbye before voyaging back to the living room, the quiet hun of hans snores, who had fallen asleep sitting up. Minho sat down carefully onto the couch as to not wake the sleepy quokka. Jisung leaned into Minho’s warmth, feeling chilly from his fever. Minho cozied up under the blanket with him, placing his hand on Han’s forehead lightly, unsurprised at how warm he felt. Jisung rested his head against Minho’s shoulder.

The next time the pair woke up was just about midnight, just in time to see the fire works. The colors bursted in the sky beautifully. Luckily, they’re dorms are far away that it’s not crazy loud and the just get to enjoy the colorful show.

Although it was pretty, Han felt his stomach stirring. He urgently grabbed the bucket off the floor and put it between his legs, quickly drawing Minho’s attention from the fireworks display. He felt his hands combing through his hair, the sensation immediately relaxing him. The gagging was painful, his stomach had nothing left to give, it was turning inside out to try and find something to send up. Somehow, this was ten times worse than really throwing up. When his stomach did manage to bring something, it burned through his whole body, mostly containing bile and the little water he had drunk earlier.

When he was finished, he practically collapsed back into the couch, strings of saliva still hanging from his chin. Almost immediately breaking out in a coughing fit. Minho grabbed a tissue and started to clean him up.

“‘Went out my nose. :(“

“Here, blow.” Minho held the tissue to Han’s nose, who (all though he found it kinda awkward and gross to do so) did as commanded and blew. Minho didn’t seem to find it awkward at all.

Once they had settled back down, Minho carried Jisung (who was only about half asleep and probably could have walked himself, but wanted to be carried, like a child.) bridal style back to bed. He went to exit the room to his own bed for the night but was stopped by a shrill sickly voice.

“Can you stay?”

Minho smirked, “Oh so you’re awake now.”

“Shhh, just come cuddle with me.”

🫶

#chitchat192 #skz sickfic #stray kids sickfic #kpop sickfic #skz emeto #mini sickfic #minsung #platonic ship #sickfic #emeto

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readingprofoundbonds · 10 months

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Breathless - Dadstiel Minibang Fiction

Artist: ThePlaidFox (@theplaidfox)

Author: iCeDreams (@readingprofoundbonds)

Words: 17,570

Summary:

Castiel loves his son, Jack, more than anything in the world. He works hard to provide for him and give him a loving home. But one morning, he wakes up feeling like he can’t breathe.

A dadstiel story with a dash of Destiel thrown between, where Cas deals with the uncertainty of isolation and a father's love during the time of a pandemic.

Ao3 fic link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/49357423

Tumblr art link: https://www.tumblr.com/theplaidfox/725667377424039936/art-masterpost-breathless

#dadstiel #dadstiel mini bang #supernatural fanfic #domestic #fluff #sickfic

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bellysoupset · 8 months

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Halloween Saga - Pt 1.

Jonah was pleasantly sleepy by the time he came home. It had been a long day, but it had been a good day. He got to share his shift with Wendy, which was always a perk, and two of his most frail patients had been looking up, one of them with a release scheduled for next week. All in all, it was a great day, and he couldn't wait to cuddle up with Leo and JD.

"Leo?" Jon called out, stripping off his coat and hanging it near the door, kicking off his shoes too, "Leo, you're still up?"

It wasn't late enough that Leo would be asleep, but it was still a possibility. Leo made a noise from the couch and Jonah opened a smile.

"That's how you greet...me?" he raised his eyebrows, circling the couch and being faced with the scene in front of him. Leo was sprawled out, surrounded by candy wrappers, with JD happily sleeping on his chest. There was even a snickers wrapper perched between her little ears, "what the hell?"

"Hey," Leo grumbled, seeming to be in a shitty mood and unwrapping another kit kat bar. Instead of breaking it in the rectangles it was meant to be broken, he bit the on the thing straight on.

Jonah let out a confused chuckle, "uhm... Okay, why are you sulking? And where did all this candy come from? Did they give it out at work?"

Leo let out a scoff, mouth so thick with sugar that it turned into a cough and woke up JD. Their kitten pawed at his chin, before turning around and walking down his body, settling between his legs.

Jonah noticed that Leo was still in his work clothes. He had ditched the blazer jacket, but he was still wearing the social pants, belt and the button up. He had rolled up the sleeves and loosened up the tie, but that was it.

"Leo?"

"Did you know we can't have Halloween here?" Leo said, taking another bite of the chocolate, "I bought all this candy and then Matthew said that we can't celebrate Halloween. Apparently it's against the rich people's rules."

Jonah cringed, sitting on the very end of the couch and smiling when JD promptly moved so she could curl up on his lap, "no, I didn't know. I never thought of celebrating Halloween here... But it makes sense, we don't have any ki-"

"The O'Conners from upstairs have twins!" Leo cried out "and I've seen a bunch of little kids in the sixth floor!"

"Oh well, uhm..."

"They don't even allow the trick or treaters from the streets in! Matt said they're not allowed up and no kid ever comes here anyway. I mean, who would, this looks like a fucking cartoon villain building."

Jonah pressed his lips not to laugh. He could tell Leo was genuinely upset, but it was very hard to take him seriously when he had chocolate dots painting either side of his mouth like brown lipstick, his cheeks all pink. He looked like a little kid who had broken into the secret stash of candy.

"So you've been eating all the candy you bought for the trick or treaters, is that it?" Jonah smiled, looking around. There were so many wrappers. He had basically devoured a whole bag of mini kit-kats all on his own, but Jonah also saw snicker wrappers and twixes.

Leo nodded, letting out a little burp and then finishing up the kit-kat he was currently holding, "I can't..." he burped again, "fucking believe this."

"I can't fucking believe you ate all that candy," Jonah rolled his eyes, studying his boyfriend. Leo's button up was strained around his normally flat stomach, "I didn't think you liked Halloween, it doesn't seem like your thing..."

Leo pouted, planting a hand on his belly and rubbing little circles in it, while he opened another snicker bar with his teeth, "it's not, it's just... I never got to go trick or treating as a kid. Either we were too broke for me to have a costume worth a dime or I was working during Halloween or dad was raging..."

Jonah frowned, moving closer and undoing his boyfriend's pants. He tugged on his belt and then raised his eyebrows when Leo let out another belch, but didn't slow down at all on eating candy, "and when I moved here, I was still too broke to do anything cool."

"Not last year, it was fun," Jonah pouted and Leo rolled his eyes.

"Last year we got drunk with Luke and Vince. I wanted a real Halloween. I mean, for fuck's sake, Jon, we live in Maine. It's Stephen King's home state."

Jonah opened a little smile at his boyfriend's nerdy reasoning and then rubbed his thigh, "I'm sorry, baby... We can go out for candy if you want...?"

"Oh yeah, because people are definitely gonna give candy out to the two grown ass men," Leo rolled his eyes, then grimaced when yet another sticky burp pushed past his lips, "ugh... It's hopeless."

Jonah smiled at him, unable to come out with anything comforting to say. Instead he just reached in, wiping the chocolate clinging to the side of Leo's mouth with his thumb, "I think you've had enough candy."

Leo raised his eyebrows, unimpressed and in a bad mood, turning his face away. He munched on the last bite of his snicker and Jon watched, rolling his eyes, as his boyfriend struggled to swallow it.

"You'll make yourself sick."

"Too late for that," Leo scoffed, hugging his stomach with one arm, still pouting, "that was at least five kit kats ago."

Jon frowned, "goddammit, Leo... Why did you do that to yourself?"

"Don't be mean to me," Leo said quietly, curling up more and hugging his bloated belly with a grimace, "I feel horrible."

"Yeah, because you ate your weight in chocolate."

"No, because we're not gonna have a fucking Halloween!" Much like a kid, Leo hit the couch, only for another wet belch to roll up and him to pale. He gagged softly, "okay, maybe because of the chocolate too."

Jon rolled his eyes, "I'm gonna get you some water."

When he came back to the living room, Leo had unbuttoned his shirt and pants, rolling them down to the start of his boxers. His normally flat, toned stomach was puffing out, all red near the belly button, a trail of honey colored hairs disappearing down his boxers.

"If you're gonna stare at least help me rub it," Leo pouted, pressing the heel of his hand to his distended side and rubbing in circles. Jonah let out a huff, handing him the glass of water and sitting on the couch, pushing away his boyfriend's hands from his unsettled tummy.

"You're impossible", Jonah put a hand on either side of Leo's stomach, noticing how warm he was. Clearly Leo had done a number on himself, there were angry bubbles right under his hands. He pushes his palm in, rubbing it in small circles and moving his hands towards Leo's belly button, only for the blonde to groan, leaning his head back.

"Hurts?" Jonah asked, stopping the belly rub and Leo shook his head, clutching the half empty glass of water.

"No, it doesn't hurt," he ran a hand through his hair, then made a face as he realized he had just spread the sticky sugary coat all over his hair, "I can feel it right here," Leo said, pointing his throat, and Jonah grimaced.

"Okay, let's go to the bathroom, you idiot," he sighed, getting up and offering Leo a hand. Instead of his boyfriend accepting it, Jonah received a half hearted kick to his ass.

"I'm not gonna throw up," Leo groaned, swallowing down thickly, "I just need to let it settle."

Jonah didn't buy it for a second, but he figured this was not a fight he wanted to have. He was tired and if Leo wanted to sit there and feel sick, so be it, "Okay," he yawned, "will you at least come to bed?"

Leo seemed to mull it over, before he nodded and struggled to sit up correctly. As soon as he did, he pitched forward with a sickening belch, hand rushing to cover his mouth. Jonah jumped back, expecting to see a puddle of vomit between his boyfriend's feet, but it had just been the most disgusting burp he had ever heard.

He cringed as Leo muffled two other belches against his fist, the type that turned wet at the end, clearly threatening to bring something up.

"Baby?"

"I'm good," Leo's voice was deeper than it was in the mornings, all grave and sticky, "go ahead, I'll be right there."

Jonah didn't move, instead he crossed his arms and stared at his boyfriend, watching his throat bob up and down as he swallowed against the sick sensation. Much like the stubborn prick he was, Leo swallowed down one last time, forcefully, and then opened a nauseated smile.

"See?"

"Amazing," Jonah scoffed, then got to the task of picking up all the wrappers that JD was tearing to shreds.

He was running out of energy, but he knew he had to shower before bed, so Jonah all but dragged himself to the bathroom, while Leo collapsed on the bed and curled up, arms wrapped around his stomach.

By the time he made it back, Leo had successfully managed to strip out of his work clothes, but he was still wide awake, rubbing lazy circles over his naked bloated belly and pretending to watch TV. His face was pale and clammy, causing Jonah to wince.

"You look like you're gonna vomit, Leo."

"No," the blonde shook his head stubbornly, "I'm fine."

"You're not fine, you're damn near green!" Jonah stood next to the bed and fought the urge to drag Leo standing up, "go sit in the bathroom."

"I said I'm fine," Leo glared at him, before punctuating each following word with a sickly burp, "I just need... To let it digest."

"Fine," Jon said bitterly, tired and frustrated as he circled the bed and fell against the pillows, "You better not puke on the bed after I told you multiple ti-"

"Shut up, Jon," Leo interrupted, then curled on his side, making a little pitiful noise, "come rub my tummy."

He couldn't help but smile, even if he was tired and frustrated with Leo's stubbornness. Jonah got under the covers, then rolled on his side, planting a hand on Leo's belly and his cheek to his shoulder.

"You're such a baby," Jonah yawned, pressing his thumb to the soft skin under Leo's navel, smoothing the little happy trail down with soothing circles. He could feel how upset his boyfriend's belly was, gurgling non stop under his hand, "does this hurt?"

"No," Leo turned his head, muffling a wet belch against the pillow, "it hurts here..." he grabbed Jonah's wrist and pulled his hand up, to the top of the belly. His abs were almost gone, distended. His stomach was gurgling fiercely and when Jon pushed his fingers in, Leo gagged and slapped Jon's hand away, "don't press it, you'll make me puke."

"Like that's not gonna happen regardless," Jon yawned again, closing his eyes and moving his hand down, to rest on the center of Leo's tummy, scratching his belly softly instead of rubbing. His coordination was slipping from him, the more sleepy Jonah got.

If Leo hadn't consumed that one last snicker, maybe his chocolate tummy ache would've turned out okay. However, as it was, he had eaten far too much for his system to handle.

Around 2 AM, Leo woke up with a start. The bed felt like it was swaying and he felt like he was drowning, saliva pooling on his mouth, throat closing up, stomach seizing... Without even knowing each way was up, Leo heaved harshly and up came a huge stream of vomit. He was suffocating, he thought, starting to cough and struggling to figure out how to free himself.

He let out a choked up noise and his hands reached out blindly, until he felt something sturdy and shook it with all his force, hoping it was Jonah. Leo's head swam with panic, his stomach churning and even more vomit rushed up, just as a pair of hands forced him to sit up. The puke covered his naked chest and his lap and Leo continued to cough, as he managed to breathe better.

"Leo!" Jonah thumped his back and Leo let out a whimper, gagging again and spitting another mouthful of sickening sweet and sticky puke all over the comforter. Now that he was more awake, he could tell there was vomit on the side of his face, he had puked on the pillow too...

"I'msry," Leo slurred, voice shot, his throat feeling messed up. He felt like he had inhaled some of it, his heart was still racing, "I'm... I'm sorry, the bed..."

"Are you alright!?" Jonah ignored him, finally coming into view. Their room was still dark, but they had left the curtains pulled back and it was a really bright night, so Leo could just make out the fact that Jon's eyes were wide with worry... And that there was a huge brown stain all over his silk pajama shirt.

"Oh fuck," Leo groaned, his stomach churning with renewed force, "your shirt..."

"My shirt...?" Jonah sounded confused, much more focused on Leo, "baby, you scared the shit out of me..."

"I'm sorry," Leo squeezes his eyes shut, not bothering to muffle a sick belch, "I'm sorry, my tummy... I just feel horrible..."

"I know," Jon stressed, squeezing his nape, "c'mon, let's get you cleaned up."

"I'm sorry," he repeated, feeling boneless as Jon grabbed his arms and carefully hoisted him up, folding the mess in the comforter. The bed was absolutely ruined.

Another burp snuck past his lips and Leo hunched onto himself. Although he wasn't stuffed anymore, his stomach was far from settled. He let out a groan, hugging his belly, which got even louder as he realized with disgust that he had just gotten his arm covered in puke too by hugging his belly.

"Leo, c'mon," Jonah pulled him with more force and Leo collapsed before the toilet, leaning over it with a deep heave and whimpering when it caused his throat to throb.

He vaguely heard Jon cussing, then the shower turning on and Jonah's silk pajamas meeting the ground as he stripped down, crouching next to Leo, "are you done?"

"I'm sorry about the bed..." Leo said, voice deep as a sick belch morphed into the end of his sentence, "and...UrOurp- And your shirt..."

"Yeah, no shit," Jonah let out a scoff, but although he sounded annoyed, he didn't sound angry. If anything there was a hint of smugness in his voice, "get it over with, baby."

"I'm never eating candy again..." Leo mumbled, pressing his forehead to the soothing cold porcelain and taking deep, measured breaths. His stomach was still a sticky, churning mess and just the thought of food had his mouth flooding with saliva again.

"What? You still have half a bag of Twixes in the kitchen," Jonah teased him and Leo gagged as he could immediately taste them. He scrambled forward, almost missing the bowl as yet another huge stream of vomit rushed up.

Jonah's hand came to support his forehead and Leo coughed, pathetically, head hanging over the bowl, a line of drool from his bottom lip and moaning nonstop as he couldn't manage to catch his breath, his queasy belly refusing to settle down.

He half closed his eyes to avoid looking at the mess, shoulders hitching with another gag and Jonah flushed it all away, before crouching back down and rubbing his back.

"You're alright, Leo, it's over now..."

Leo proved him wrong, opening his mouth and coughing a mouthful of chunky vomit, then dry heaving for another five minutes. He still felt so incredibly nauseous.

"Jon... Jon, I don't feel well..."

"Maybe because you have dried vomit on your chest?" Jonah sighed, pulling him up and flushing again, "c'mon, let's shower."

Leo couldn't argue, although he didn't think a shower was the solution as his belly continued to flip and attempt to empty itself. He allowed Jonah to pull him under the hot water stream and let out a relieved sigh when the congealing mess was washed away... Then stumble over the drain, bracing against the wall as even more watery puke hit the tiles.

"Christ," Jonah sighed, squeezing his shoulder, "okay... Get it up..."

Leo forced up a burp, then with it came another little dribble of vomit and he let out a sigh, black dots dancing in front of his eyes, "I'm... I'm fine now... I'm just... dizzy..."

"Diz- LEO!" Jonah caught him just as he swayed on his feet, hugging his torso, "fuck, fuck-" he slid them both down to the ground, the hot water pooling around them, "baby? Leo, open your eyes-" Jonah patted his cheek frantically and Leo let out a groan, leaning further into his hold.

"I'm good, I... I'm good," the blonde said quietly, his voice raspy, pressing his forehead to Jonah's shoulder, "it was just too much..."

"If I wasn't so worried right now, I'd strangle you," Jonah scoffed, "stay put, let me just-" he moved around, propping Leo against the wall and getting up to grab the shampoo, "you got it all over your hair."

"Ugh," Leo whined, but then couldn't help but let out a smile as he felt Jon start to wash his hair. He was definitely worried and Leo was feeling shitty enough to milk it, so instead of straightening up, he leaned in, "my tummy hurts, Jonah..."

It wasn't a lie, but it also felt a million times better than five minutes before. Jonah cooed softly, though, fingers scratching his scalp, "I'll get something for it, let's just get you cleaned up first," he said calmly, kissing Leo's brow.

Leo leaned his weight against his boyfriend, feeling drained, not just from all the puking, but because it was past 2 in the morning. He let out a yawn, tilting his head back as Jonah washed the suds away and then lathered his hair with conditioner.

"I never use that," Leo said sleepily, smiling as he heard Jon let out a huff.

"That's because you have pin straight hair, if I skip conditioner I'm fucked," Jon pressed another kiss to his brow, then grabbed Leo's biceps, "up."

He stumbled up, letting out a groan, "fuck, my abs are so sore..."

"Gee, wonder why," Jonah teased him lightly, shutting off the water and wrapping a towel around his hip, before grabbing a robe and forcing Leo to put it on, ignoring the blonde's complains about it.

Leo sighed, blinking heavily and following Jon out of the bedroom... Only to immediately gag against his fist. He had forgotten the horror movie worthy scenery that was their bedroom.

He had thrown up all over the blankets, but not just that, the pillows too. A large puddle of vomit between his pillow and Jon's.

"Fucking Hell..." Leo groaned, then cringed even more as he noticed Jonah swallowing a gag, the bathroom light spilling out clearly showing how ashen he was, "Jon, hey, look at me."

"I'm...fine," Jonah groaned, pressing the back of his hand to his lips, "I just... Fuck, I can't sleep here-"

"I don't think anyone can, babe," Leo rolled his eyes, tiptoeing around the mess to grab Jon a new set of pjs and himself some boxers, "let's go to the guest room. C'mon, move."

Jonah didn't even attempt to argue. Only once they were out of the bedroom did he seem to be thinking, because he groaned, "I'll call a cleaning crew."

"Don't be ridiculous, I'll handle it in the morning," Leo pushed him inside the bedroom and then went straight to the double bed. It wasn't as large as the one in their bedroom and the mattress was sturdier since it hadn't been worn down at all, but it was comfy nonetheless.

Besides, he was feeling too sick to mind. He curled up on the bed, wrapping both arms around his belly and bringing his knees up. Jonah ditched the towel, changing into the pjs and then he crawled on the bed, pushing Leo's damp hair back.

"Leo, if you keep squeezing your stomach like that, you'll make yourself sicker," he said softly, grabbing the blonde's arm and pulling him closer, "come here..."

Leo snuggled closer and letting out a satisfied sigh once he felt Jon's hands rubbing his back in gentle, steady circles, lips pressed to his forehead. He could feel Jonah's breathing against the top of his head.

"I'm sorry again."

"Go to sleep," Jonah said, kissing the top of his head and letting out a huff when the guest bedroom's door opened slightly and then JD joined them on the bed, happily curling up between them.

#mywriting #sickfic #emetophilia #emeto #leo wagner #halloween mini saga #overeating #bellyache #upset tummy

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minimutty · 6 months

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Been working on this one for a few months, as opposed to like finishing the other WIPs I had. It's forever a curse with me, haha.

#minis fics #minis art #fire emblem #fire emblem 7 #fe7 #fe #fire emblem blazing sword #fire emblem blazing blade #lucius #raven #baby versions of them #but technically not the feh versions #its just them from fe7 in the past #sickfic #alasss #fanfic #i dont post on ao3 often #im just not confident in my writing at all #but in the end i suppose its about writing for yourself as opposed to others.

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angstyaches · 2 years

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you asked for fluffy boys and seratonin, and i know you meant the cats, but i have come to bring fluffy boys in another form… and shayne is basically a cat, isn’t he? anyway, mmm, i love the idea of shayne bundling post migraine charlie into a hot bath and just washing his hair and massaging his scalp while charlie dozes. he’s so tired and muzzy that he doesn’t notice shayne draining the tub until he feels the soft tickle of fingertips brushing his cheeks and hears shayne’s voice telling him he needs to wake up long enough to get out. he stands dripping wet on the cold tile and shayne wraps a towel around him just as he starts to shiver in the cooler air. shayne dries him off and helps him into a tshirt and underwear and tucks him into bed with a kiss on his forehead. he sleeps for a couple of hours and when he wakes up and shuffles into the living room, shayne pats the spot next to him on the couch and passes over the cup of tea he’s been sipping on. he asks if charlie’s hungry because he knows his tummy is empty but isn’t sure if it’s settled enough for anything solid. when charlie says he can try something, shayne brings him a package of plain biscuits and they snuggle up together, limbs and spilling out from under a throw blanket that’s too small for one person and much too small for two. charlie finishes shayne’s tea and nibbles at a couple of biscuits and shayne plays with his hair absentmindedly while they murmur to each other, charlie fondly reassuring shayne that he’s alright. they fall asleep like that and the tv continues to play in the background, volume low and subtitles still blinking along the bottom because shayne hadn’t spared a thought to change it after charlie woke up.

God, this is so beautiful, I've read it so many times and I have so many thoughts.

shayne is basically a cat, isn’t he?

Yes, very much so lmao

Ahhh, the way you described the whole bath scene was so perfect. I love the idea of Charlie being so out of it that Shayne has to do all of that for him. It'd probably kill him to just leave Charlie alone in bed after all of that, but he knows from past experience that having somebody crowd him or unsettle the mattress might just trigger a whole lot of nausea, so he leaves the bedroom door open and goes and sits downstairs.

passes over the cup of tea he’s been sipping on.

(Off-topic, because my brain is always wired for Shayne whump, but: Shayne being so restless and worried about Charlie that he starts feeling knots in his own stomach, and that being the reason he went and made himself some tea?)

he asks if charlie’s hungry because he knows his tummy is empty but isn’t sure if it’s settled enough for anything solid.

This is so cute and would probably involve Charlie's stomach making some kind of ambiguous gurgling noise while he takes a few sips of tea, prompting Shayne to ask him if that was because he's hungry, or because he's nauseous. Even in his still-woozy, spacy state, Charlie would feel a little bit flustered about it, but he'd mostly just feel very loved and taken-care-of.

charlie fondly reassuring shayne that he’s alright.

I think what I love most about writing these two is how they're constantly more worried about the other than about themselves. Charlie can't help noticing the way Shayne's eyes keep glazing over as he looks at him, the way that he keeps forgetting what they were talking about.

"Hey," he'd whisper pointedly, waiting for Shayne to make proper eye contact. Then he'd give him a half-smile, looking incredibly tired but also incredibly Fond™. "I'm okay. I promise."

and shayne plays with his hair absentmindedly while they murmur to each other

they fall asleep like that and the tv continues to play in the background,

This. Just. ALL OF THIS.

______

P.S. Anon sent another part, following on from where I wrote “Hey”...

#anon #honestly #thank you so much for this beautiful ask #I'm gonna say mini fic??#it was such a lovely thing to receive especially during a very low time #I'll probably link this in Charlie's masterlist #sickfic #emeto #migraine #migraine fic #hurt and comfort #hurt comfort #StW Charlie #StW Shayne

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crossingbaranduin · 1 year

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I should really make a WIP masterpost sometime soon just for the hell of it + as motivation to complete some of em 🤔

#though let’s be real this is really what the post will be:#1) all the goddamn post-3x02 ficlets I have #2) that one ‘sleep deprivation’ prompt fic that’s nearly done #3) the stupidly long nsap fic series written solely for myself (it’s like 10k already and mostly outline. it’s a problem / also my fav lol)#4) the mini series of sickfic drabbles #5) + that one bagginshield and that one merry+pippin wip buried under everything taj #6) any other assorted hurt/comfort fics somehow not already listed

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yes-i-am-happyaspie · 1 year

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Okay! I got something!

Peter comes down with a small cold and Tony is way too overprotective of him. He’s the parent that’s like: “Bed, now. No getting up. You need to rest 24/7.” And Peter is a little annoyed because he’s bored and wants to at least lay on the couch and watch tv. At the same time though, he loves how protective his mentor/dad is of him.

He just wishes Tony could be protective without forcing him on bed rest.

This mini is a combination of two prompts! I just thought they would work really well together and, oh boy, they sure did! I didn't want to make Tony too overbearing but I think I hit all the right notes and what we ended up with is a very soft sickfic. 🥰

Here it is at 966 words!

Rest Assured

“Good afternoon, Mr. Parker,” FRIDAY said, as Peter stepped into the elevator. “The boss is in the penthouse. Is that where you would like to go?”

“Sure. Thanks FRI,” Peter replied, followed by a long sniff. His nose had been running all day, and he’d long since run out of tissues. That had left him sniffling for the majority of his trip to the tower.

“Hey, Kiddo!” Tony greeted as Peter arrived. “Come here. I want to show you something.”

“Sure, Mr. Stark,” he said while quickly scanning the room for a box of tissues. He didn’t see one. “I’ll be there in just a second,” he said as he stepped into the hall bathroom to blow his nose. He washed his hands immediately after. Then on a whim, stuffed another wad of toilet paper into his pocket before exiting.

“What’s up?” he asked while looking over Tony’s shoulder. There was a small hologram projecting from a tablet. It looked like an aircraft.

Tony opened his mouth to answer but before he could, Peter sneezed three times, followed by several sniffs. “Are you sick?” he asked.

“Not really,” Peter said with a shrug of his shoulders. “It’s just a cold.”

“You should be resting,” Tony replied as if Peter hadn’t said anything at all.

Peter’s eyes widened in mild surprise. “What are you talking about?” he questioned. “I’m fine.”

“No, you’re sick,” Tony countered. “And sick people are supposed to rest.”

Peter rolled his eyes and shook his head. He was glad Tony cared enough to be concerned. Even if it was a little disproportionate to the situation. “I think I’ll be okay,” he promised. “What did you want to show me?”

“Nope. That can wait. You shouldn’t be up,” Tony replied without missing a beat. Afterward, he paused, one eyebrow raised. “Does May know you’re sick?”

“I’m barely sick and yes, she knows. She gave me a little packet of tissues this morning and everything.” He said, then sneezed again. That was followed by a grunt of frustration as he wiped his nose. It was starting to get sore.

In an instant, Tony hopped off the couch and closed the tablet. “That’s it,” he clipped. “You’re laying down. I’ll go grab you a pillow and a banket.” After watching Peter wipe his nose with toilet paper he shook his head. “And some actual tissues. I think I have some in the hall closet. Take off your shoes, get comfortable, I’ll be right back.”

“Mr. Stark, I don’t-” Peter began, but Tony was already out of sight. Rather than complete his thought, he sighed. Next he kicked his shoes off and sat down as instructed.

Tony returned moments later with half the linen closet in his arms. He dropped two pillows on the corner of the couch said, “Lay down.”

Unwilling to argue, Peter huffed and put his head on the pillows. He’d barely stretched out before Tony was spreading mutiple blankets over his body. “Are you tucking me in, right now?” he asked, a half-smile tugging at his lips.

“Maybe,” Tony quipped. “You got a problem with that, Kiddo?”

Peter laughed as he shook his head and snuggles into the covers. He would never admit it, but he was tired. Although it was easy enough to blame that on a long day at school.

“Okay,” Tony said as he smoothed out the outermost blanket.. “I’m going to grab you some water and cold medicine. Maybe some hot tea. Do you like tea? I’m getting you some tea,”

Amused, Peter asked, “You know this is all very unnecessary, right?”

Tony scoffed and gently knuckled Peter on the side of his head. “Just shut up and let me take care of you, you little punk.”

Before long, there was a plethora of cold supplies strewn across the coffee table. Peter sat up to swallow the tablets and sip at the tea. It was better than he expected. The copious amount of honey was nice, and the steam did wonders for his clogged sinuses.

“Can I see what you were working now?” he asked, once he set his empty mug side.

Tony glanced up from where he’d reengaged with the table and narrowed his eyes. “No. You’re resting,” he said with finality.

“I can rest and look at your schematics,” Peter huffed. “Those things aren’t mutually exclusive.”

Tony hummed and reached over to place his hand over Peter’s face. “Close your eyes,” he said. “You need a nap.”

That lasted for all of two minutes, then Peter sat up. “This is boring,” he said, emphisized by a dramatic sigh.

“It’s supposed to be boring. You’re sick,” Tony replied without ever looking up form his work. “Go to sleep.”

“It’s just a cold, Mr. Stark,” laughed, then sniffed. “I don’t even have a fever.”

“That doesn’t make you any less sick,” Tony easily replied.

“Fine, whatever,” Peter grumbled. Although, he was fully smiling as he snuggled down into the blankets. Five minutes later, he yawned and decided the medicine must have started working because he could breathe through his nose again.

He sighed deeply and allowed his body to relax. Then just as he was right on the verge of sleep, he felt a hand brush through his bangs. “That’s better,” he heard Tony whispered just before a kiss was dropped onto his forehead. That was new, and it caused him to crack one eye open.

“Did you jus’ kiss me?” he sleepily mumbled.

Tony froze, clearly having not expected to get caught. Although he managed to recover quickly. “I sure did,” he confidently replied, then gave Peter’s head a gentle shove into the pillows. “Now deal with it. Go to sleep, Kid.”

Peter giggle languidly and closed his eyes before mumbling, “Love you too, Mr. Stark.”

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