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bloomingflowersthings · 1 year

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Okay so here's my request!

Natasha was on a mission, and the guy she was fighting has mind control powers. Before the villain dies, he searches through Nats mind to see what she loves most, and ofc its R. He mind controls Nat to be unkind and mean to R for one full day. Nat is still herself inside, and is hearing herself say mean things and do mean things to R, and R is so confused and sad, and Nat feels so horrible and guilty. Maybe to make it sadder R is sick with a cold or something 😭 The next morning R is prepared for mean words but Nat apologizes over and over and explains. Insert fluffy happy ending 🤭 thanks for your time!

Sick of your attitude- part one

Pairings: Natasha Romanoff x sick! reader

Author’s note:This ask spent sooo many time in my askbox!! As soon as I read this idea, I had the whole story planned in my head but I couldn’t get the words out :’) hope you like it!!

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Dealing with Hydra facilities was never a easy task, but this mission had just been absurd. Natasha had to gather some intel from an abandoned laboratory, but she didn’t expect to encounter an enhanced scientist still working there. The man looked inoffensive, but he had mind controlling powers, so the widow had a really hard time fighting against him. She managed to defeat him, but before dying, he casted a mind controlling spell that would make the redhead be mean to the person who she loved the most for one full day. Unfortunately that person was you.

While piloting the quinjet, Natasha could only think about finally getting home, so she could see you.

ugh, she’s gonna be so needy…

Wait, what? no, she missed you and she wanted to cuddle you all day! where did this came from?

“I must be tired.” Nat mumbled to herself, trying to make sense of her thoughts.

Sighing to herself, she put the jet in autopilot, so she could maybe relax a little.

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You could hear some persistent knocking on your door, however, your fever riddled body couldn’t move and your hazy state didn’t allow you to call for help.

Yesterday you woke up feeling weird, but you pushed through it, since Nat was the piles of paperwork wouldn’t get done by themselves.

That was a very poor decision, you ended up the day laying down on the couch with a raging fever. At least Wanda tried to help you the best that she could, given the fact that you had always been stubborn about showing weakness in front of people.

“Y/N? can I come in?” Wanda asked. She woke up with the news that Natasha was coming home today, so she went to your room to check on how you’re doing and to cheer you up with the good news.

“Hmm.” You whimpered, as much as you wanted to tell her to come in, your sore throat only allowed to weakly hum.

Hearing your quiet whimpers and loud thoughts, the witch entered the room.

It was dark, your curtains were drawn and the TV was the only source of light and background noise. You were right in the middle of the bed, buried under layers of blankets, but somehow still shivering. Your chest made a wheezing sound whenever you breathed and you just looked miserable.

“Poor thing, I came over to see if you were feeling any better but I already know the answer.” She cooed, sitting crisscrossed besides you on the bed.

“hheh'tsh! Hu’tshhiew!” You sneezed on the crook of your arm, coughing slightly afterwards. The action was enough for Wanda to notice how congested you sounded.

“I really don’t like the sound of that.” Wanda said, bringing her hand to your forehead, frowning at the heat emanating from you.

You just nodded, whimpering when chills came over you.

“Do you know who’s coming home today?” She asked, running her hands through your hair.

“Nat’s coming home?” You asked suddenly, the action sending you in a fit of coughs.

“Shh… breathe, yes she’s on her way back now. What about you take a shower so we can get some medicine on you? I can make you some breakfast.”

“Thank you so much Wands, but I really don’t want to be a bother, I’m fine, really” You said, trying to untangle yourself from the blankets.

“You could never be a bother silly, and you know how much I love to cook, now go ahead and I’ll wait for you in the kitchen.” Wanda said, making her way to the door.

You took your time getting out of bed and stretching your heavy limbs. It felt like you had been hit by Mjölnir

You took a warm shower, washing and untangling your hair. You wanted to look at least presentable for your girlfriend and were hoping that it would help you feel more refreshed.

Shivering as you got dressed, you cringed at yourself in the mirror. Sure, you were clean but the paleness was obvious on your skin and it made contrast with your flushed cheeks, there were bags under your eyes and you just looked sick.

You slipped one of Nat’s hoodies and made your way to the compound kitchen.

“Hey! are you feeling any better?” Wanda asked, fixing herself some coffee.

“Yep, breakfast is looking good! thank you Wands.” In reality you weren’t feeling better at all, but you didn’t wanted to make a big deal out of it, so you were trying to follow your routine normally.

“Don’t mention it!”

You both sat down in a comfortable silence and ate your breakfast. Until Wanda got up to train.

“Just take it easy, ok?”

“I will, thank you for everything.” You answered.

You decided to sit down on the couch and watch some netflix until Nat arrived.

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Stepping out of the quinjet, Natasha was relieved to finally be home. However she didn’t failed to notice that you weren’t waiting for her.

As she entered the compound, Wanda greeted her.

“Welcome back Nat, are you ready for another mission?” She asked jokingly.

“Don’t even joke about it, I’m exhausted.” She chuckled.

“That’s fair, you deserve some rest.”

“Have you seen Y/N?”

“She’s in the living room, she’s not feeling well since yesterday.” Wanda said.

“Don’t pay any attention, it’s probably all just dramatics.” Natasha stated bluntly, mentally kicking herself. What was wrong with her?

Wanda looked shocked. He never saw the widow being cold towards you. Even when you two were fighting, she would still be kind to you. However she decided not to push it, she could feel Nat’s mind going loud and dense, however her thoughts were muffled, almost if they were blocked.

“Okay then… go to sleep Nat, you need it.” He said, giving her a side hug.

She was too perplexed to say anything, so she just made her way to the elevator.

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“Miss Y/N, Miss Romanoff just entered the compound, you asked me to alert you when she was back.” FRIDAY said, pulling you out of your light slumber.

You rushed to the door to greet her just as she entered the living room, and hugged her tightly.

“Hi love, I missed you” You said, not failing to notice that she wasn’t hugging you back. stepping out of her embrace, she looked coldly at you.

“You look like shit, Y/N.” Nat stated, walking towards the couch.

“Umm… yeah, that’s because I’m a little sick, but don’t worry, Wan-“

“Can you just shut up for a second? I just got home from a rough mission and you’re complaining about being sick.” She snapped, her heart aching with every insult she made towards you.

“Sorry, I know you’re tired Natty, I’m gonna be quiet.” You stammered, holding back tears.

Seeing how miserable you were made Natasha’s heart sink. You were sick and missing her and she was being a little bitch to you. But no matter how hard the widow tried, whenever she opened her mouth she’d say horrible things. So she decided to just sit with you in silence.

She tried to lay her head on your shoulder but you pulled away from her with a heartbroken look. “Don’t touch me.”

Nat went white at your request, realizing how much she was hurting you, she couldn’t understand what was going on. However, the anger that wasn’t her’s wanted to make itself known, and the redhead spoke up again:

“Do you really need to be a dramatic bitch? This is the last thing I want to be doing in my time and you know it.”

The look in your eyes turned from sadness to bitterness, prompting you to stand up for yourself.

“Look Nat, if I’m bothering you that much I guess I’ll just leave!” You managed to say before choking in a round of painful sounding coughs.

“Oh please, look at you! You can’t even take care of yourself! it’s ridiculous.”

You glared at her like you never did before while standing up:

“You know what, Romanoff? I don’t need you to nurse me, Im perfectly fine!! Actually, I was better when you weren’t home.”

You said as you exited the room, leaving Natasha heartbroken by her own attitudes.

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You’d spent the rest of the afternoon in one of the compound’s guest bedrooms, mostly crying. You were all emotional and most definitely running a fever, you just wanted to run away from everything but the exhaustion in your body wouldn’t let you.

Suddenly, your thoughts were interrupted by FRIDAYS voice:

“Miss L/N, I must remind that you have a meeting in half an hour, however you seem to be in distress. Do you need any help?”

“No thanks, I’ll be alright.”

As much as you wanted to ditch the meeting, it had been scheduled a week ago, and you didn’t wanted Nat to think that you were being dramatic, so you dragged yourself out of bed to try and look presentable.

Of course crying gave you puffy eyes and aggravated the redness around your nose, and the flush on your fevered cheeks had darkened. Not having time (or energy) to put on makeup, you decided to just wash your face and quickly braiding your hair. You got changed in a T-shirt, a thick hoodie and some joggers, Hoping that it would end soon ao you could go back in your PJs.

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You got to the meeting room right in time, but everyone was already there. The team noticed your lack of enthusiasm and decided not to push it, especially when you sat the farthest away from your girlfriend.

Natasha had a worried look on her face, you looked much worse than before and it was her fault. As much as she wanted to hold you and nurse you back to health, she knew that you were still hurt by her previous actions, so she gave you space.

As everybody settled down, Steve started the meeting. Everything was going fairly smoothly, just with some sneezes interrupting you, but your breath got caught in your throat, and it send you in an awful coughing fit. Wanda was sitting besides you and started rubbing your back, while the rest of the avengers glanced worryingly at you.

As much as Natasha tried to hold back her tongue, the words slipped out of her mouth:

“Would you stop it? I know you’re faking it.”

The conference room went silent and everyone looked shocked, until Steve sternly:

“Natasha, respect is essential if we’re working as a team. Tell Y/N you’re sorry or just leave the meeting.”

You went tense with the glare the redhead sent to you, even though she looked annoyed by the situation (in reality, she was annoyed with herself), there was an apologetic look in her eyes.

She wanted to apologize. But the mental block was too strong, so instead of risking saying anything else, she got up and left.

“M’ sorry guys…” You said, feeling bad for causing all of this.

“You don’t need to apologize for feeling unwell, but perhaps you should go to bed and sleep off this bug.” Steve said.

So you got up and made your way to the guest room, shivering the whole way there.

You grabbed more blankets and buried yourself under them, wanting to sleep your problems away.

#angst #whump #natasha romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x y/n #sickfic #natasha romanoff #sick reader

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ajaxpilled · 10 months

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how do you think 5nemo would react to being sick? :3

venti plays it up big time. whether it's for drama or attention, or, more often than not, taking great delight in wallowing in an impressive amount of self-pity, he exaggerates and whines about his symptoms the whole time. the entire world is expected to be put on pause to tend to his every whim. but karma comes back to bite him and you know he's really sick when his complaints fall away to a quiet misery, and he's reduced to small sniffles, forlorn moping and big, sad, red rimmed eyes. kazuha sings softly to him as he tends to him with a damp cloth and medicinal drinks. he recites any poems or ballads he writes, his own sandpapered throat unable to sing them himself.

if you didn't complain so much, your throat wouldn't be so sore, kazuha scolds fondly as he tucks him into bed with a mug of soothing honeyed tea and venti raspily mourns his lyre. you know you needn't say a word for me to give you all the attention you could dream of.

falling ill doesn't put a stop to his indulgent side, so his ideas of medicine may be a little unconventional, much to kazuha's dismay. icecream for a sore throat. whiskey for any hint of a chill. whiskey and chocolate for a low fever. making sure he sticks to a plain diet when he's sick is even harder than keeping him out of angel's share during weinelesfest. even when the anemo archon has a hazy head and nauseous stomach, he sneaks sweet ciders and foods he shouldn't be eating behind kazuha's back, unable to bear the hunger and cravings (despite countless warnings, he's still shocked when his stomach rejects it - with a resigned sigh, kazuha gently rubs his back and pulls his hair out of his face, pale and damp and much too pitiful to scold just yet).

xiao doesn't get sick. he doesn't. he stifles his sneezes, presses a hand to his sick stomach, and blames his weary joints on combat. if he doesn't think about it, it won't exist. until he barely staggers through a fight, knees shaking with effort and the world swimming around him; outlines smudge and blur between slow blinks and ragged breaths, and there's a flash of red and white and a cool breeze and suddenly he's saved. kazuha is rubbing his back as his chest heaves with a fit of coughs he can't quite disguise as clearing his throat. once he regrains his breath, he ignores concerned carmen eyes and offers a curt thank you before he grits his teeth and teleports away to deal with it (ignore it) in shame. but every time, when he eventually returns home, kazuha is waiting on the top floor of wangshu inn with medicinal tea and a box of almond tofu. and his throat is raw and his stomach hurts from the coughs that rack his body, and his eyes sting from the tears and his chest is heavy, and maybe it would be okay to be seen like this; if it means kazuha will hold him through the night and keep this terrible feeling of failure and uselessness at bay, replaced instead with a warm touch pulling him close and soft murmurs of reassurance

heizou doesn't even realise he's falling ill. his eyes are a little too wild, pupils blown wide and the grin on his face manic as he solves his case. shikanoin heiozu does it again - but instead of a proud smile or feigned interest, kazuha is frowning as he gently holds the back of his palm to his warm forehead. too warm, in fact, and slicked with sweat, and maybe he does feel a little dizzy, though he thought that was from forgetting to eat while working his case. the exhaustion slowly descends on him like a weight throughout the post-case paperwork, all aching limbs and fatigue, and it worries him a little that he would've pushed himself even further had he not had kazuha to slow his pace. (you need to start listening to your poor body more, kazuha says with a sad sigh, skipping the usual celebrations of a case solved to bring him home early, lightheaded and overwhelmed and a little slow to register things.) it's difficult work keeping him in bed and away from his desk, but a smart comment about his supposedly remarkable intuition missing an entire fever convinces him he needs to rest up and recharge

if xiao is adverse to illness, wanderer is straight up allergic. people chide him less on his manners when they know he's under the weather, but the pity makes his skin crawl and his jaw clench. he rarely falls ill, so confusion clouds his already foggy brain when he does; his lowered intuitions and senses both confuse and scare him, and he absolutely doesn't hesitate in letting everyone around him know just how miserable he is. he doesn't refrain from holding back smart comments and insults, especially for those who offer sympathy or help. kazuha, however, can see through the facade, to his fear and embarrassment regarding vulnerability. he tends to him with minimal conversation. with actions instead of suggestions. if wanderer is shivering beside him, too proud to get a blanket, kazuha comments on how the temperature seems to have dropped and fetches one for both of them. he puts honey and ginger in both their teas, and stays in with with excuses of being too tired or missing his company. acknowledgements of his condition are curt and factual. worry and sympathy for him are reserved to actions only, and while wanderer still snaps at him, kazuha knows it's only an uncomfortable defense mechanism and they're not truly words of malice - after all, if he doesn't look after him, nobody will (venti ditched as soon as wanderer intentionally sneeze on him). and even with cruel words in his mouth and a scowl on his face, kazuha thinks he's quite endearing all wrapped up in a blanket with a sniffly nose and watery eyes

kazuha understands nature on a profound level; and therefore his own human nature. when he's coming down with something, he doesn't ignore it and push on, nor does he exaggerate and seek attention. he takes some medicine and cuddles up somewhere warm to sleep, hibernating until he's better. although he isn't vocal about it and humbly downplays his symptoms when asked, he still has his tells. he falls quiet. the corners of his eyes don't quite crinkle as they usually do when he smiles. his nose becomes red and he seems smaller than ever in his baggy clothes, sleepily seeking more physical affection than normal. he keeps his head buried in venti's chest a little too long when they hug, holds wanderer's hand a little too hard. he holds onto his clothes and follows from a step behind him, like a timid child, rather than walk along side him. he shyly asks xiao to play with his hair and rub his back for just five more minutes ten times over. he climbs into heizou's lap and snuggles up to fall asleep on him even while he's working at his desk. it's when wanderer has to convince him to come fishing, and venti has to try to make him laugh; it's when xiao is not greeted with almond tofu but instead with a sleepy, hooded eyed hug, and heizou has to try to work one-handed, the other occupied with stroking platinum hair until he carries him to bed, they all realise the glue holding them together needs a break. he can be found cuddled in bed with all four of them providing medicine, stomach rubs, and warm soup. (or chocolate, in venti's case. that will make him sick, wanderer says. he's already sick, dumbass, venti says with too much arrogance and not enough intellect)

kazuha's just happy to see xiao and heizou take a break from their work and to bask in wanderer's rare affection

#sickfic #gen #sorry if this is not what u meant honestly this is entirely self indulgent and i will admit that #5/nemo just has a special place in my heart<33

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sunflower-kisses · 3 months

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I have no idea what hit us this weekend, but my goodness, it was awful. I'm pretty sure it was just a bad cold. But it hit all of us. Almost at once. Sore throats, congestion, fever, chills, coughing, the whole 9 yards. Thankfully, the fever only lasted a few hours.

The congestion, on the other hand, has been here for days, and it's been the worst. The poor baby has been so congested. It has made her puke and extra clingy. Which is kind of impressive since she's already a velcro baby. We haven't had fevers since about Saturday evening. Except David. Who didn't catch it until Sunday afternoon 🙃🙃 we thought he had it, but it was just his sinuses from the weather shifting every other day.

I guess the bright side to him catching it after us is that he was able to deal with the baby when I was out of commission for a bit. I'm just ready for none of us to cough, sneeze or blow our noses for a very long time. I'm also ready for the baby to be able to breathe again so she'll hopefully go back to sleeping normally. Without me. All night. On the floor 🙃

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groundcontrol21 · 2 years

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Sicktember #2

Prompt #2: Homesick

Character(s): Anatoly

Title: Things Unsaid, Things Undone

Summary: Homesickness isn’t the only sickness Anatoly has to deal with on the train from his home to his new village. Still, his medical knowledge leaves him helpless to treat either.

Notes: This is the miserable, cold-ridden train trip that took place right before this fic.

Anatoly stared blankly at the face of his watch. In three hours it would be a whole day since last he had held his mother and his sister, since last he’d felt their breath warm against his cheek as they kissed him farewell at the train platform. Even though he had felt his eyes burn with the need to cry, so much that he swore as soon as he boarded the train and would not feel the guilt of breaking down in front of the two of them that he would do so (he had seen the way they melted into each other’s arms, a bundle of tears, as the train pulled away; he needed to be strong), he still had not. It was odd, the things he felt, and did not feel, as he left his entire life behind.

What had started the day before at the train platform as a niggling scratch in the back of his throat had blossomed over the course of a restless night into a full-blown head cold. Anatoly had spent the night changing positions every half hour in a vain attempt to snatch a bit of comfort in the stiff-backed train settee, and so he had been painfully privy to each minute progression: when one swallow took him from scratchiness to soreness, when his nose started to run a bit and then fill, slow at first and then faster, until his only hope at air was through his mouth. He gave up his hope of sleeping entirely when the first sneeze struck him, and he had been right to do so, for they had been assaulting him ever since, and with a sprinkling of coughs for good measure.

The sky outside was beginning to get lighter, and Anatoly was beginning to feel shivery, as though he might be getting a fever. He reached for his medical bag and, even in the low light, managed to find the thermometer, pristine and untouched within its case. What better way to inaugurate it, he thought sardonically as he slipped the cool glass between his lips and checked his watch.

Five minutes later found him without a temperature and in all the worse a mood for it. He stuffed the thermometer away but brought out his overcoat and bundled himself inside it like a cocoon anyhow, for he truly felt like there was no buffer between him and the snow on the tracks outside. His nose was running steadily, and he sniffled ceaselessly to avoid having to bring out a hand to tend to it. He was less grateful than he imagined he would be not to have his mother beside him to chide him for it.

“Snf! Ehh’hehh’HEH’ISSHHH’uhh! SNF! Snf!”

He grimaced a bit at the unsanitary behavior, but he did not extricate a hand to deal with these sneezes either, merely releasing them freely into the cabin and grateful, yet again, for his solitude while he had such a cold as this.

He looked out the frosty window at the Ural Mountains which rose before him like pink-shouldered giants in the dawn and leaned his head against the chilly glass, heedless of the way it sent a violent chill through him. He knew this was the way it had to be, knew this was the way it was, knew that the village for which he was heading was in dire need of a doctor, having relied too long on one man in a village fifteen miles to the east having time to spare for them. Their situation was not unique; this was the case for far too many a village in the rural areas, but that was the point wasn’t it? Couldn’t they have found Anatoly a job in another village similarly in need of a doctor, but one which wasn’t separated from his home by mountains and miles of steppe?

“Heh’TSCHOO!”

The sneeze was rough, sudden, and made him cough in the aftermath. The coughs scraped against his throat, hot and sharp in a uniquely awful way that almost made Anatoly cry. Perhaps if he had only slept he wouldn’t feel so wretched over a little cold, but as it stood, he merely pressed his palm against his throat as he struggled to swallow, feeling tears prick at the corners of his eyes. The coat slipped down to his lap.

“Hehh’ETCHHH! Oww…” The sneeze ripped forth from his throat, and Anatoly lost what precious little self-control he had, pressing his face into his handkerchief and filling it from both his nose and eyes. He cried and coughed and spluttered, feeling wetness begin to stain his hands and not caring from where it had come. He might have cried for hours.

The locomotive whined and rocked, amplifying the dizzy, heavy feeling in his head but also steadily, gradually, calming him as it rocked him slightly in the carriage. His eyes slipped shut, and perhaps he was exhausted enough to doze, or perhaps he just sat there numbly, allowing the train to carry him onward to whatever awaited him.

#poor anatoly #ocs: anatoly #my writing #sicktember 2022 #sicktember day 2 #the world needs so much more historic snz fic #snzfic #sickfic

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gabzlovesu · 2 years

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ღ ━ 𝐅𝐓𝐋𝐎𝐆: 𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒

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Gabby is sick and has to quarantine. Without her there to help manage the chaos, the boys struggle to deal with each other while also taking care of her.

"Umm, I don't think chicken noodle soup is supposed to look like that," Jean comments as he peers over the edge of the pot. Instead of having the iconic yellowish-brown color, the soup looked grey and had a concerningly thick texture.

"Nobody asked for your opinion horseface. And for the record, Gabby loves it — she finishes the whole bowl everytime I make it for her."

Nanami had already given up on trying correct Keigo's mistakes and he honestly just couldn't be bothered today. So he found company with the only other chill person in the apartment: Ukai.

"If only he knew that Gabby has been pouring the soup on the plant by her bed," Ukai snickers out, eyes never leaving the shonen jump magazine in his hand.

"Awe don't tell him, it'll crush him. Just let him think he's doing well taking care of her, it's the only way he won't reek havoc upon us."

A loud sneeze brings all of their attention to me as I emerged from the hall, finally seeing something other than my room and the bathroom in last 5 days. "Calm down, I have my mask on," I mumble with my stuffy nose.

"No offense Gabby, but you look like shit." Ukai wasn't trying to be mean, he was just being honest. I had a pair of old pajama pants and one of my college sweatshirts, which have both seen better days. Don't even mention my hair which was tied up in a sloppy pineapple with my headscarf and stayed like this for days; there was no point of doing my hair if I wasn't going out.

"Yeah, well I feel like shit."

Before I could get any further Jean comes up and starts spraying me with lysol. I swear he was planning on emptying the whole can on me if I didn't start swinging on him. "Jean stop! What the fuck are you doing?!" I hate the smell of lysol and it causes me to start coughing into my mask, which results in him doing another quick spray. I glare at him.

"You're a walking germ bomb. You're not even supposed to be out here! Who's supposed to be guarding her door?" He looks at the other three guys as if it's their fault.

"Jean, it was your turn to sit by her door," Nanami says dully. He wanted to be far away from the idiocracy, desperately needing peace and quite which has been rare these past few days.

Jean replies with a soft 'oh' and turns his attention to something else, hoping everyone would overlook his mistake.

"I just want some orange juice. Can you all handle that?" The tiniest request might prove to be a challenge for some of them.

Ukai offers to fix my drink and even takes the extra measure of getting some tylenol when he notices me holding my head in pain.

"Gabbyyyyyy, wouldn't you rather have some yummy soup instead?" Keigo turns from the stove and smiles at me as he holds out a bowl of his homemade soup.

I'm so glad that he can't see my face under my mask because it twists up in disgust and I struggle to hold back a gag. The memory of the horrid taste was something I didn't want to revisit. "No I'm still full from the soup you gave me ealier Keigo." I hate lying to him but I know he was trying his best.

"That's fine dove. Just know there's a whole pot waiting for you whenever you want it okay," he chirps and flashes an innocent smile. Oh hell no. I look over at Nanami, begging for him to get rid of it with my eyes; he get's the memo and signals that he understands.

"It's freezing in here. Aren't you all cold?" It was warmer back in my room under the confines of my comforter and the additional blankets that wrapped me up in a cocoon.

"It's literally 75 degrees in here. Go back in your room, germ bomb."

"Shutup before I cough on you."

"Come here so I can take your temperature." Nanami dawns his own mask and sticks the thermometer under my tongue. "It's high — 102.1, however, the tylenol should help break your fever." I let out a sigh in frustration. "I know it sucks, but it's going to get better sweetheart."

"What's that smell?"

All of them start sniffing the air and looking around. "It smells like something is burning." And then we all look over to the stove.

"Hey birdbrain! You left the fucking towel on the stove!"

I groan out in pain, "There's no reason to shout, Jean. Please stop."

"Well at least I didn't start the fire this time," Ukai smirks as if that's a big achievement.

Nanami quickly puts the fire out while the rest of them stand there like idiots.

"C'mon you need to get back in the bed." Ukai escorts me back to my room and makes sure I'm settled before gently closing my door.

"She's asleep," he notifies them so they'll hopefully keep their voices down (which didn't happen, it's literally impossible for them to do this).

"Im concerned about how much she's sleeping. And her fever is still high." Nanami pinches the bridge of his nose, his frustration and fatigue evident.

"She'll pull through, she's a tough cookie." Ukai returns to his weekly jump issue but the moment of peace is short lived.

Keigo bursts through the door with a large box. "I have gifts!!!"

"Keep your voice down, dude."

"Sorry. But I called in a favor at the HPSC and I was able to get us a bunch of stuff." He opens the box to show them all of the items inside. "There's plently of N95s, disinfecting supplies, medicine, and a couple of other things that might be needed."

"I wasn't expecting something like this from you, nice job you winged bastard." Jean delivers a rough pat to Keigo's back. Nedless to say a fight broke out. Even when I'm sick there's no peace.

Nanami and Ukai actually brokeup the fight but only because they thought the loud commotion was going to wake me up, though I was knocked out and didn't hear a single thing.

𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓? 𝐂𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄!

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#ftlog #crack series #˳೫˚ — selfships #gabby + nanami 💗#gabby + ukai 💗#gabby + keigo 💗#gabby + jean 💗

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crazybagelbitch · 3 years

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6. “This is ridiculous, how are you not sick and I am?”

Look at me remembering that I used to write for Madney.

"This is ridiculous, how are you not sick and I am?" Maddie asks with a huff, rubbing at her cracked red nose with a tissue for maybe the seventieth time that day-- not that she's being dramatic.

"Well, considering I've pulled two 24 hour shifts in a row," he says with a sly yet sympathetic smile, "so my daughter saw more of you than she did me while she was fighting off this thing... and let us remember I offered to take off work so you wouldn't be stuck with her but nooooooooooo you said that--"

"Being a nanny means getting stuck with the hard days, too, I know what I said," she snarls, huffing again which just leads to another coughing fit.

And she had meant it, too, even if it royally sucks to have caught his two year old's cold. Being a nanny at age 35 was not her plan at night but she was too afraid to go back to work in a hospital in fear of Doug or one of his friend's strolling into the emergency room, and Buck had mentioned that his coworker was a single father looking for a nanny... and Chimney just so happened to be nice enough to pay her under the table in cash so Doug, or a private investigator should he be crazy enough for that, couldn't track her down that way. So while less than ideal considering she has a nursing degree and would much rather be using it, it's the best deal she could get considering her on the run from her abusive ex situation.

And besides, it gives her a way to sort of live out her hopeless dreams of motherhood and not feel like she's completely missed out on it since she married Doug and now is likely towards the end of her fertile window. Of course, it's not the same thing. She knows she isn't Mara's mother, but it's another best deal she's ever going to get situation.

"Look, you're not in any state to drive yourself home," Chimney sighs, "you're late and you're sick as hell. You can have my bedroom and I'll take the couch for tonight. Or better yet, I'll sleep on the floor in Mara's bedroom because now you're off the clock and sick toddler duty is once again my job."

"No, it's fine, I can drive," she says stubbornly, suddenly feeling self conscious about the redness in her face and the sweat that is probably wreaking havoc on her hair.

"Yeah, I don't want to take any chances with that," he says warily, "just take my bed for tonight, it's no big deal. It's the least you deserve for absorbing all of my two year old's germs."

"But--"

"Maddie, please? I don't want anything to happen to you."

"...Well nothing would, but I guess I can stay over if it would make you feel better."

"I'll take it," he laughs, throwing his head back and it's probably just the mild fever that she's sporting but for a moment she feels all warm inside as opposed to the chills that she's been battling all day, "now, bedtime for you, young lady."

"You're only two years older than me, don't young lady me," she protests, but she finds herself grinning back at him as she clumsily makes her way off of his couch.

"Would you rather me call you old lady?" he teases, smiling that brilliant smile of his at her-- wait, when did she start to think of it as brilliant; this cold is really messing with her head.

"How about you just call me Maddie," she says, stammering a bit which just makes Chimney cock his head at her and oh, there's that warm feeling again when she notices how well his burnt orange sweater compliments his skin tone, he looks really... no. Stop it, Maddie.

"Alright, suit yourself. Sleep well, Maddie. Wake me if you need anything, I'll probably be up most of the night anyway. It's a miracle you got my sick toddler to sleep in the first place."

"I-I won't need anything, it's just a cold and I'm 35."

"So stubborn," he laughs, and it's annoying yet somehow endearing how he's never afraid to call her out on that, hypocritical as it is given he's also one of the least likely persons to ever admit defeat, "well then, don't get me if you need anything. Just suffer, I guess."

"Idiot," she snorts, which turns into a disgustingly big sneeze and Chimney laughs his whole journey down the hall and into Mara's room.

God damn it. She'll have to think of something witty to say in the morning, when she has breakfast with Mara and her handsome father.

Stop it, Maddie.

Her fever must be higher than she thought.

#au drabbles?#my thing now apparently #madney #maddie buckley #chimney han

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irwinkitten · 4 years

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quarantine and chill | poly!lashton

notes: so as some of you may know, i got hit with covid-19. i’d kept socials updated with my symptoms and how i was dealing with it but i’ve been quite on the aftermath of what i went through. so i did what i do best, i wrote. similar with teulu, i decided to write it out in the form of a fic. a lot of what happens is what i’ve had to struggle through with regards to recovery and what i’m still struggling with. there is a lot that i haven’t really talked about with it either, however i got the main points down and just wrote. if i was feeling better, i’d probably have shifted it to an oc but this felt much too personal to do. i was debating on whether or not this was going to be posted. at first i wasn’t, then i wasn’t sure. i finally decided to because i enjoy writing and i enjoy giving people something to read, something to enjoy. i also decided on poly!lashton mostly because of the interview on one of the instagram lives where ash said he cooks and i think it was with @sexgodashton where were talking about how ashton would mother hen you when you’re sick lmao and then i got daydreamy because i’ve been dealing with the whole situation alone and it’s difficult when your loved ones (both friends and family) are too far away and unable to be with you. i’m rambling at this point but yeah, tldr; this is really personal on how i recovered from that godforsaken virus. warnings: talks of dying, depression, sickness word count: 9k (oops)

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When you’d come home from closing up the store, it had been an almost nightmarish day for you. It felt surreal that the store was closing until further notice and you had no idea when you were going to even be back in your job again.

What frustrated you was the fact that you hadn’t been able to book a flight out to LA before the travel bans kicked in, leaving you to be self-isolating in your apartment for the duration of the lockdown, alone.

Luke and Ashton had both voiced their complaints, but no amount of money being thrown at the problem wasn’t getting you back to LA with them.

“How are you feeling?” Ashton asked over facetime whilst you tidied up. The simplicity of living in communal housing meant that you only had two rooms to tidy and keep clean. Luke and Ashton loved it for the fact that it afforded the three of you some privacy away from prying eyes of the media because you were tight-lipped about where you lived.

“Tired. I’ve cried a lot and I’m missing the both of you.” You admitted quietly as Luke popped into the screen, his head resting on Ashton’s shoulder. His lips wore a tired smile, one that you could match.

“We’re missing you too, love.” Luke’s voice was comforting. You finally settled down on the couch, your body sinking into the cushions and sighed.

“You know you don’t have to worry right? Ash and I are gonna help you.” The reassurance from Luke made your lips twitch up.

“I know. I’m just frustrated. They should have made this decision well over a week ago.”

Neither of them could say much against that. You’d told the company bosses that you were at risk, you’d warned them that the store wouldn’t pull in enough money to warrant staying open for the week.

But they’d simply said that they were following government guidelines. It had been nothing but frustration for the three of you.

“Are you both home finally?” Your question was much quieter and Ashton grimaced.

“Because I have a cough, they’ve organised us to be quarantined since we’re together. They’ve done the tests but I don’t think it’s anything, I think it’s just allergies playing up since I’ve been sneezing non stop.” Ashton explained and you sighed.

“Irony at its finest.” You received sad smiles in return from your boys.

“I’ve got some last minute paperwork to finish up and send off since I couldn’t do so at the shop. How about I call you both tomorrow?” Luke pouted and you giggled at the expression, your heart lifting that little bit.

“Fine but next time I’m hogging the phone.” Luke muttered and you laughed before blowing them both a kiss.

“Love you both, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

The paperwork was easy to finish off and left you a few hours to shower and change whilst tidying up around.

When you crawled into bed, you checked your phone to see a photo of the two of them snuggled up together, Ashton practically smothering Luke. You sent them one back of you with the bear they’d gotten you, sprayed in their cologne.

When you woke up the next day, there was only a slight difference, your blocked nose making you groan.

“Fucking allergies.” Was muttered as you made your way to the bathroom, waving to one of your neighbours who was just leaving the kitchen.

You’d decided to stock up on food, making quick work of the short walk. It was nice to be able to still move about in the fresh air at least, offering a small, yet nervous smile at the cashier as you paid for your shopping, packed it in your bag and made your way home.

Before you even realised it, you’d settled on the couch and fallen asleep, wrapped up in your fluffy blanket, eyes heavy as you set an alarm.

You slept through the alarm and when you next woke up, there were three missed facetimes from Luke. You called him back immediately.

“There’s the love of our lives.” Luke crowed when he answered, making you laugh. It was followed by a cough which made Luke pause, his eyes studying the screen. “Said love of our lives doesn’t look too well.” The concern was evident and you rolled your eyes.

“It’s probably allergies and my body finally relaxing from the last three weeks of stress.” Luke didn’t look convinced but you managed to switch the conversation. “Did you find out the results of Ashton’s test?”

“Yeah, he came up negative. Since we’ve been quarantined for what, three weeks now? We’ll probably be on the next essential flight back home. But that won’t be for another week from what they’ve said. We both agreed to hang back long enough to let other people go ahead.” You frowned at that.

“But baby, you guys need to be back for the launch.” He shook his head.

“Ash was quite forceful with management on this one. There isn't going to be any kind of physical launch so we’re cleared to be delayed, just as long as we have a good wifi connection for the weekend for the various streams.” You sighed but understood their concerns.

“How is our no longer sick drummer boy?” You finally asked and as if he was waiting for the question, he all but piled himself on top of Luke, a muffled whine escaping as he tried to shove Ashton off him.

You laughed.

“Behave children otherwise no rewards.” You teased them, making the two of them laugh as they settled themselves down on the sofa they were on.

The conversation was easy between the three of you as they both excitedly discussed the possible plans they had for the album release, relying on them being home on time to do so.

“It wouldn’t do well to be still in the air when we do the release party, but knowing our luck...” Ashton trailed off, making you snort.

“Knowing our luck, that’s what would happen.” You grinned and he rolled his eyes.

“Probably.”

The three of you talked until you were dropping off, and despite voicing their concerns, you waved them off, pointing out that you always got like this during allergy season. Ashton didn’t argue the point, but Luke still frowned in concern.

“We love you, sunshine. Get some decent rest please.” He’d pleaded with you and you gave them both a gentle smile in return, hoping that it was at least semi-reassuring.

“I’ll be fine, but I’ll go to bed. Love you two.”

“Love you more.” Came the unified response before the call dropped and you settled back asleep.

Part of you knew that you should’ve realised that they had every right to be concerned when you woke up the following morning.

Your entire body was aching. And what concerned you most was the tightness across your chest coupled with the pain radiating across your body.

When you checked your temperature, you felt your stomach sink at the fact that your fever had crept up and was alarmingly high. So you called the helpline, putting the phone on speaker whilst you waited to get through, sending a text to the group chat you had with your boyfriends.

‘Woke up with fever and body hurts. Struggling to breath too so checking in with the helpline to see what i need to do. Don’t know if I’m gonna be up for calling later bc I wanna sleep.’

You felt bad but you could already feel the drowsiness pull at your body.

When you got through and described your symptoms, the lady on the other end advised you to self-isolate and upon the symptoms getting worse, to call the emergency services.

You relayed the information back to Luke and Ashton before falling asleep after taking some medication, trying to desperately ignore how much your body ached as you slept.

The first few days, it felt like you’d been run over with a truck repeatedly, but what concerned you was the pain that was radiating from your kidneys. Both Luke and Ashton knew of your previous history with kidney failure and both had been urging you to go into the hospital, but you’d couldn’t help but feel that it wasn’t that bad.

By day four, both of your boyfriends were worried because you’d mentioned to them that you were unable to breath properly. It was late at night, but with the pain reaching an overwhelming point, you knew it was pointless to argue. Even your friends had been urging you to contact the helpline once more.

You’d been on hold for over an hour as the pain got worse. You were struggling to focus and it was everything you could do to try and breathe through the agony that was radiating through your body, so you cut off from the hold music and contacted the emergency services.

This time fear started to settle into your stomach as you answered the questions posed to you, trying to get across that it wasn’t a block of flats but a shared home.

The operator understood and urged you to get help from your neighbours to at least let the crew into the building. You were nervous enough about standing up by yourself but you managed.

When you stood from your bed, the walk to the door, even though it was five steps away, the agony that shot up your legs had you stumbling into the door.

Pulling it open, despite your neighbour’s door being six feet away, you knew you weren’t going to be able to stumble that far. The pain was steadily getting worse and tears started falling down your cheeks.

“Can someone help?” You finally got out, gasping for a breath once the words were out. Your neighbour was quick to open the door and knew something was wrong.

“What’s happened, are you okay?”

“Can’t breathe. Called medics, but need someone to let them in.” You gasped out and he nodded, taking a step closer.

“Lets sit you down and I’ll get one of the others to go and wait for them.” The firm grip on your arms supported you, your own hands grasping his arms to keep you from falling as he slowly walked you back to the edge of your bed, setting you down gently.

The pain receded slightly.

“I’m gonna prop the door open and get one of the others to come and give me a hand, is that okay?” And you could only nod tearfully as you tried to take in slow breaths, despite the pain that was radiating from your chest.

With the door propped open, you could hear him banging on the other doors, calling for help and explaining the situation. The hallway wasn’t very long but their voices carried down to you as you tried, and failed, to calm down.

And then the medics were there, pulling the blanket from your shoulders despite how cold you were feeling.

“It’s because of the fever, your body is already warm, you won’t be helping yourself with the blankets.”

They asked various questions and you tried to answer in the gasping breaths, but then the pain shot up and it felt like you couldn’t breathe.

“Okay, we’re getting you to the hospital.”

You could barely move, but between the medic and your neighbour, they managed to get the things you needed and help you down the stairs. It took much longer, but you knew that rushing wasn’t going to help and the pain was pushing close to hitting 10 for you.

Once in the ambulance, you had a cannula inserted, laughing breathlessly between your tears at the first failed attempt and the second attempt to find a vein.

When you reached the hospital, waiting to hear where you needed to be taken, you finally got out your phone, the morphine hindering your ability to focus, hitting the audio button instead to send a voice note to your now worried boyfriends.

“At the hospital. Been given some morphine but still hurts. Missing you and love you lots.” You could barely keep your eyes open, the words slurring together. The medic gave you a kind smile.

“Partner?” You nodded, the motion making you feel nauseous.

“Need to drive to the other side, they’ve got a specific ward set up.” You heard and realised belatedly that the driver must have turned up. The drive was short and finally you were helped from the vehicle into a waiting wheelchair. You were too tired to protest and you knew it would be quicker for you to get situated.

You could hear them talking, explaining your medical history and the symptoms you were displaying. Part of your mind was listening but the other part of your mind was wondering how Ashton and Luke were.

You missed them.

Once in a room, the nurses took over and did some more tests. Eventually you were left alone, your fever creeping higher despite the fact that you felt so cold. You were tired, but the pain that was radiating from your kidneys and joints, it was enough to keep you awake, unable to relax to sleep.

Your phone was going off every few minutes, various people messaging you, making sure that you were okay. The only ones you were really replying to were Luke and Ashton, but even then it was sparse.

It didn’t stop them from worrying.

When the doctor on shift came into your bare room, it took every effort to focus on her words.

“We’ve taken some bloods to help rule out any other possibilities, despite displaying symptoms of the virus. When we have the first results of your bloods back, we’ll be moving you onto one of the wards, so it should be another hour or so.”

You nodded your head, eyes heavy as you let out a tired sigh.

“Any idea of how long I’ll be here for?” Despite the mask in place, you could see her cheeks lifting up into what you assumed was a smile.

“Less than 24 hours, I’d assume. Try to get some rest, another nurse will be taking some obs in about an hour, before you need to be moved hopefully.” You nodded tiredly, curling up on your side. It seemed to be the only relief you could find.

You drifted in and out, the stark quietness of your room so different to the usual noises you had of cars passing by or Ashton and Luke’s steady breathing.

When the nurse came back in, you were beyond exhausted. You felt nauseous and the pain wasn’t receding.

“We’re going to be moving you instead, they’ll do all the obs that they need once you’re settled in the room. I’m just waiting on the porters.” You nodded tiredly as she unplugged your phone charger and placed your bag at the bottom of the bed.

You kept your face turned into the pillow, the lights hurting your eyes.

“Sensitive to the light?” Came a kind voice, you could only let out a muffled noise of agreement. When you were wheeled into the room, the light was dimmed down and you felt more relaxed.

Glancing at the time you hadn’t realised it’d been so long. The numbers read 7am and you could feel your body shaking, your mind taking a minute to catch up with the fact that you were cold.

The next few hours were difficult. You went from being too hot to freezing cold, the pain creeping up as you tried to curl in on yourself to warm up. Even with additional blankets, you were still shaking, teeth chattering when you tried to talk.

When they took the second round of bloods, you didn’t offer any argument, simply holding out your arm for them to take the blood from. Things were getting hazy and you couldn’t focus on the nurse as he spoke to you about what was going to happen.

You knew some of it was tiredness. Despite the mini naps you were having, you hadn’t slept solidly in nearly 48 hours.

“We’re going to be coming in to do the test in a moment.” You found yourself confused as a different nurse explained what was going to happen and she took her time to make sure you understood each part.

Once it was done, your cough having flared up after having the swab hit the back of your throat you noticed that you had missed calls.

‘How did I not hear them?’ You thought to yourself, confused. You clicked on the notification and realised it was Luke that had been calling.

“Hi angel, we were just checking in.” His voice seemed to set off the tears, unable to understand why you were so tearful. But he heard the sniffle.

“Sweetheart, I’m so sorry you’re dealing with this. You know we’re here for you.”

“I just wanna be home with you two.” You choked out, a cough escaping, the motion making you feel sick.

“I know angel, what have the doctors said?” You tried to steady your breathing so you wouldn’t set your coughing off again.

“Two weeks self quarantine.” You finally got out, wiping a few stray tears away. You heard the two of them sigh in unison.

“Maybe we could—”

“Ash no. If they are sick with the virus, it’s likely to just pass between the three of us.” Luke interrupted and you had to hold back the sob.

“I’m scared.” You finally admitted quietly and tried to stop the sob that was crawling up your throat. You knew that if you’d started, you were most likely not going to stop.

“Baby.” Ashton whispered and you sucked in a deep breath, determined not to ask the question.

“Lu’s right. It’d just pass between the three of us. I should have maybe another week of symptoms.” Your voice was quiet but they heard you.

“We’re not going home.” Luke’s voice finally filtered through. “Not with you being in hospital and not with you being so sick. We’re staying in a hotel till your symptoms die down and then we’re gonna come and look after you.”

You couldn’t even argue with them. They were both as stubborn as mules and having them would make the recovery easier with some help.

“How are you gonna get here?” You finally gasped out.

“We’ve got a rented car. We extended it the day you got sick.” You felt your heart warm at their words.

“Okay.” You finally muttered.

Eventually you were discharged with medication for the fever and a reminder to keep your fluid intake up at least.

The journey back was exhausting.

The medic was kind enough to chat to you about your job, about Luke and Ashton. He didn’t bat an eyelash when you mentioned them both. He was quick to help you figure out where the turning was, especially in the dark. And he helped you to the door of the building.

Just the journey up the stairs was tiring, and your neighbours heard you arrive, the three of them checking that you were okay.

“Until my breathing gets worse, I can self manage at home. However, I need rest and my body currently feels like I’ve been run over multiple times.”

One of them checked about collecting your food shop the following morning and you smiled in return before getting into your bedroom and collapsing on the bed.

You made sure that your phone charger was plugged in before sending a text to Luke and Ashton saying you were home. It was barely another five minutes before you fell into a fitful sleep.

The following day you were woken to a knock on your door, but you could barely move. Sleep had been scarce and your joints felt so heavy.

“Don’t try and get up! Just letting you know that I’m off to get your shopping! I should be back in an hour or so.” Your neighbour called through the door and you felt a little bit of relief flood you at that.

“Thanks!” You called back before coughing, twisting sharply to the side where the bowl lay, your body aching when the coughing stopped.

You’d had the bowl lay there since the night before you’d gone into hospital, terrified that the coughing would lead you to throwing up. You weren’t good with vomit at the best of times but this was another level.

Collapsing onto your back, taking in slow deep breaths as you tried to calm your heart down, you took a few moments before taking some meds, pulling the covers off your body to help you cool down. This was the one thing about fever that wasn’t fun for you.

You ended up napping on and off, unable to pay attention to your phone at the various texts coming through from concerned friends before there was another knock on the door which jolted you awake, despite feeling disorientated.

“I’m leaving the bags just outside your doors! Give me a couple of minutes and I’ll have them all up.” You didn’t reply as you heard the hallway door shut, and instead slowly moved to collect one of the face masks you’d been given, slipping it on with ease before grabbing disinfectant wipes.

You ignored the dizziness that caught you off guard, taking a steadying breath as you waited, leaning heavily against the door.

“Right, they’re all there for you chicken!” Your neighbours voice was more distant and you hesitantly opened the door. He was standing halfway down the hallway, a kind smile on his face.

“How are you feeling today?” The concern was genuine and you could only shrug.

“A lot of pain. Not sleeping well.” You got out breathlessly. He frowned.

“Well if you need anything, you’ve got my number now, so just give me a text, especially if you need any drinks. You take care of yourself now.” You lifted your hand in acknowledgement before propping open the living room door and heading in there where your fridge sat.

When the food was put away, you were half staggering the few steps back to your bed, barely getting your mask off and on your desk before you half collapsed on your bed.

Glancing at your phone there was a missed call from Ashton.

“Hi love, you weren’t responding so we figured to call you.” His voice was hesitant when you’d accepted the call.

“Everything hurts Ash.” You finally sobbed, your body protesting the movement, but in that moment you couldn’t care. You missed them both and with the combined pain, it didn’t help.

“Baby.” Luke’s voice was soft and you knew they were worried, but you were too far gone to understand their worries. You just wanted them.

“Want you both, and can’t even have that because of this fucking virus.” You got out a cough ending the sentence as you tried to catch your breath and not choke.

“Calming breaths sweetheart. You’re okay.” Ashton soothed immediately and you tried to follow his instructions. But everything hurt. There was a sharp pain in your chest, coupled with the pain in your lower back as well as the joint aches. It practically burned you.

“Do you think you can manage a shower later, love? It might help.” Luke’s voice was hesitant once you were calm enough and you took in a deep breath.

“Maybe.” You got out, your voice quieter and they knew you were tired.

“Rest for a bit angel, see if you can try and get a few hours at least.” Ashton encouraged and you could feel the heaviness wash over you as you settled down.

“Love you both.” You tiredly got out before you let yourself sink into sleep, taking a slow deep breath as you did.

You didn’t hear their returned words or them cutting the call, you’d fallen asleep easily and your body relaxed just a little bit as you slept.

When you next woke up, it was dark. Making sure that you were at least drinking, you had another glass of juice followed by some water before pulling yourself up to take a shower. You texted them both and your best friend to let them know you’d slept some and you were about to attempt a shower.

It was slow going, trying to keep yourself upright, but the steam helped clear your sinuses, making sure you got every part of you with the scrubber before just standing under the shower, your hands pressed into the cold tiles to keep you upright.

It’d been thirty minutes by the time you’d returned to your room, feeling more tired than when you’d first woken, so you took the opportunity to try and get more sleep.

That was when the coughing became so violent at two in the morning that you felt like you were practically choking on air, unable to catch a breath until you’d rolled onto your side and something cleared enough for you to take a gasping breath, your heart racing so fast that you had to call your best friend to calm down.

It became frightening as days began to pass and you could barely recall them, your mind confused and muddled with exhaustion mixed in with the hunger that was plaguing you. But when you’d eaten, your body had rejected the food immediately so you didn’t try again.

By day ten, you were struggling. You’d cried far too much and your body felt like lead. You knew that both Luke and Ashton were concerned at this point, knowing that this was the point where either you’d start to get better or it could get worse.

Two days later, between fitful nap and gasping breaths after a coughing fit, your phone went off.

It was Ashton.

“Baby?” You got out tiredly, keeping measured breaths as you sat up slowly.

“Take a look outside your bedroom window.” You frowned, moving to the otherside of the room, leaning enough to peer out of your open window before a sob escaped.

They both stood there, arms laden with bags. Both were looking up at you.

“Reckon you can come let us in angel? Lu and I are gonna commandeer your living room ‘till you’re better.” It took everything in you not to go racing down the stairs. You knew it would set you back further so you took hesitant breaths before looking back to your phone then you heard a voice in the hallway.

You were quick enough to catch your neighbour as he was heading back to his room.

“You alright there petal?” His voice was concerned and you held your hand up indicating you needed a moment to catch your breath. He waited patiently.

“My, my partners, they’re downstairs with some shopping and taking over my living room till I’m better. Could you let them in for me please?” You were hesitant in asking, but the pleading eyes you had seemed to have his shoulders wilt as he took a step forward.

“I take it they’re gonna be self-isolating for the two weeks they need to?” You nodded.

“I’ve got to wait seven days after my fever stops as it is before I can even be in the same room as them. I know that they’re worried and being so far hasn’t really helped.” He smiled kindly.

“Got you, petal. Get back in and I’ll go get them for you.”

You could hear their voices get closer and it took everything in you not to throw yourself out of the room at them. You didn’t want them to get sick.

“Delivered safely petal, feel better soon.” Your neighbour called and you tried not to let out a sob.

“Hi angel.” It took everything in you not to open the door. You had to clench your hands into a fist, head resting on the door.

“I don’t know what’s harder. You both being away, or you being so close but I can’t even see you.” You let out a choked cough and Luke let out a soothing noise.

“Well we’ve got you some good wifi now, and we’re here for you angel. We’ve got a couple of streams and you best be watching when we go live.” You let out a breathless giggle. They were there.

The first few days were the hardest. They’d leave cartons of juice and bottles of water outside your door. It finally added to fruit when you managed to keep an orange down.

Watching them do the streams from your living room was strange, but it seemed to settle your anxiety that they were so close. You could see it was being brought up about their shared change of scenery which prompted them to explain after you’d texted Ashton and told him that it was okay for them to know about your situation.

“So our partner, well they got pretty sick at the start of last week. We were already stuck in the UK at this point, so we just extended it so that we’d be with them when they got better. None of us handle being sick alone very well.” This made the other three laugh. You grinned.

“I think that extends to the rest of the band too.” Luke piped up, making the other two complain loudly. You giggled before coughing violently.

“Oops. As you can probably hear, it got real bad and real close by the end of last week. It’s why we were so distracted on the live because we were so worried. When they told us that they’d slept for a solid six hours last night, we made the drive back to theirs, shopping in tow to help look after them. We can’t see them, and Luke and I are stuck on the couch for the next two weeks at least, but we couldn’t just fly out and leave them alone.”

Ashton’s explanation had well wishes pouring in for you and it warmed your heart to see that there were fans that cared.

Part of you wished you could at least be watching them, or better yet, be cuddled up with them, to hell with the stream. But you knew they were trying to keep the focus on the album. You’d already had texts from the others to check in with you and you took your time to reply to them and settle down, your eyes heavy as you snuggled under the covers.

It was nice to watch them, seeing the ease in the way they joked about. You knew they worried but it was obvious to anyone who saw them when you’d gone into hospital that the tension that was sat on the both of them was both obvious and heartbreaking.

You could see the shadows under Luke’s eyes and you wondered if they traded the nights between each other to make sure they wouldn’t miss an update or a call.

You tried to squash down the guilt instant that reared up. They were doing this because they cared. There was nothing in it for them, apart from the possibility of you getting better. But you knew they expected nothing back.

Your eyes were tired and you took in the time. It was creeping closer to midnight so you closed off the stream and texted the chat to let them both know you were going to sleep. Had you stayed on the stream a few moments longer, you’d have seen Ashton’s face relax as a gentle smile crept onto his lips, causing the two that were still stateside to tease him.

The following morning was better in some way but also worse. Your cough wasn’t easing up but your fever seemed to have broken in the night.

You weren’t overheating but you weren’t cold either. You took a few moments to move your limbs and regretted it almost instantly. But you knew that if your fever stayed down, it would be a further week until you weren’t contagious.

Part of you wanted to practically sing in joy, but as you took in the early morning, you decided against that, knowing your men would be fast asleep still.

Slowly you got yourself up, collecting your shower stuff before making your way down the hallway to the shower. The warm water felt almost luxurious on your skin as you took care in washing your hair, still leaning against the cold tiles to keep yourself upright, your legs trembling as you did so.

It took the same amount of time as the previous shower, but once you were clean, you knew it made a small amount of difference as you stumbled back to your room, crawling under the covers to take a well deserved nap.

You missed the text from Luke asking if you were awake.

Now that you seemed to be stomaching food, Ashton kept it simple with dry toast, not willing to push your body too far. And you agreed with his judgement after he’d placed it in front of your door and you waited for the other door to close before you opened yours.

“Love you.” You felt your heart melt as he spoke through the door.

“Love you too Ash. Thank you.” You returned quietly before stepping back into your room. It was getting harder to stay in, especially when your cuddle monsters of boyfriends were just in the next room.

It hurt.

They FaceTimed with you to keep you company, both of them making a strong effort to not only keep you company but to also stop you from giving into temptation to just join them.

Ashton was practically insistent on that.

You knew by the time that you would be allowed to have them back in your room, their own self isolation would be over.

It didn’t fail to amuse you how Ashton started cooking once you started being able to stomach more than dry toast. It took a few goes but he kept it plain enough to not make your stomach complain but changed it up so you didn’t get bored of it.

What made it even better were the small notes of affection they left for you on the tray which held your food. You had them pinned up to your cork board without a second though, the small pieces of heaven from them only making it feel that much cosier.

Something to ward away the bad days in the future.

Luke snuck you some of your favourite snacks, even after the scolding Ashton gave him when he tried sneaking you a chocolate bar.

It’d made you giggle and they’d both paused to hear it.

It was a sound they hadn’t heard in nearly a month and it made their hearts soar.

Despite the pain you were in, it felt like you could at least breathe with the both of them with you. Even if you couldn’t see them.

By day nine after your fever had broken, you were beginning to feel semi human once more. You still had issues with exhaustion and light sensitivity, but you certainly felt more better than you had done in weeks.

Luke had given up on waiting.

“Ash, they said a week after the fever went down, they’d no longer be contagious. This is killing me.” You’d chosen to curl up on the side that was proclaimed as Luke’s side.

Your heart was feeling heavy again.

“I mean. We’re what? A week and a half?” Ashton’s voice was hesitant. You missed the mutter in return before the door opened and there was a knock on your door.

Luke stuck his head in and you wanted to cry.

“Reckon you can put up with some self care cuddles?” You simply nodded your head and shuffled into the middle of the bed. Luke wasted no time, his arms wrapped around you and you could feel every part of you seemingly shaking.

Ashton followed a few minutes later and your memory seemed to fail you in that moment. You could barely remember the last six weeks, but the feeling of comfort was something entirely different as they held you.

That was when you began to sob in earnest because you’d missed them. And they knew it.

When you’d calmed down, part of you felt torn because you wanted to hold them both, not let go and just lay there. But they didn’t protest when you’d snuggle up to one, legs tangled and arms wrapped around tight and eventually switch to the other.

If anything, it amused them both.

As the day got later, Ashton untangled himself, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Luke was your current cuddle buddy of choice.

Turning your head, your confusion must have shown because Ashton smiled gently.

“We need to keep up with the meals, love. I’m gonna make some soup for all of us, how does that sound?” You hummed in agreement.

“It’s allowed I guess. But you gotta come back.” And he chuckled, leaning over to kiss your forehead, doing the same to Luke before disappearing out of your room.

“You realise that he’s going to mother hen you to death, right?” Luke teased and you shrugged.

“He’s here. You both are. That’s more than enough for me.” You murmured softly. Luke held you that little bit tighter.

“You up for a shower sweetheart?” You hesitated, your mind drifting back to the previous two times you showered. The hesitation must have been obvious because Luke pressed a kiss to the top of your head, not willing to push you.

“Will you, will you help? It’ll be a tight fit but, I struggled the last two times.” You finally admitted to him and he smiled.

“C’mon. We can let the chef know as we pass him.” You giggled at his words, allowing him to help you out of the bed and making your way slowly across the room. Luke didn’t push, but he kept his arms available and easy for you to grab if you needed him.

You’d made it to the kitchen before you relied on him a bit more, your joints achy and your legs shaking.

“Gonna get this one showered and clean.” Luke called into the kitchen where Ashton was cooking. He glanced back and grinned at you both before turning back to the food and you two carried on.

Luke was nothing but patient with you as you climbed into the shower, his tall body fitting into the rest of the space. He was gentle as he helped you and it took the pressure off you, focusing on keeping yourself upright as his hands started working the shampoo into your hair.

You’d forgotten how well he massaged your scalp when washing your hair, and you only protested when he rinsed it out, making him laugh.

“I forgot how nice your head massages were.” You groaned as he worked the conditioner in. You carefully washed your body with the shower gel, cleaning Luke’s body whilst you were at it.

He tried to stop you but you gave him pleading eyes and he relented easily. Using the time whilst your hair was soaking in the conditioner to wash his own hair quickly whilst you cleaned his body.

And then his fingers were back in your hair, cleaning out the conditioner and you had to stop yourself from leaning into him.

Once you were clean and dried off, dressed and the towels over Luke’s shoulder, you could feel yourself begin to flag again, leaning heavily on Luke for the short trip back to your room.

“I’ve got you sweet.” He murmured as you passed the kitchen. Ashton was talking with one of your neighbours who gave you a small wave but didn’t stop you to talk. Part of you felt guilty, but the larger part felt relieved because you were almost certain once you’d eaten something, you were going to be asleep.

Once you were back in your bedroom, you scooted so that your back was resting against the headboard whilst Luke let the towels hang so that they could dry and put everything back in its place. He understood your need for everything in its own place, whilst Ashton understood, but still sometimes made a small game of moving things to see if you’d notice.

Luke could see that you were too tired to even be playful.

When Ashton returned, he frowned for a moment before resting the first bowl on your lap, spoon already in the bowl.

“Don’t worry about eating it all. Just try to eat something for us.” He encouraged gently, handing Luke his own bowl before heading back to retrieve his own.

You were slow and methodical before your stomach protested and you left the spoon in the bowl, your head resting on Luke’s shoulder.

“M’ready for sleep.” You muttered and he hummed in acknowledgement. He’d long since finished his bowl, as had Ashton.

“You alright with Ash for a bit, love? Since he cooked, I’ll clean.” Luke murmured and you just nodded before shuffling till you were laid down. Ashton followed and you snuggled into him.

You barely heard his murmured “sleep well” before you were fast asleep.

It was the first night that you’d slept for eight hours and it felt almost refreshing, especially after having the shower the previous night.

You were still nestled into Ashton’s side, Luke’s arm was slung over you both, his hand resting on Ashton’s stomach. You felt very safe between your men and you were so grateful that they were with you in that moment.

It was another hour before either of them stirred, but you’d been resting in that hour, not really awake but not asleep either. Luke was first to move, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he moved off the bed.

“Morning, love. How are you feeling today?” He murmured as he stretched. You shifted onto your back and gave an experimental test of your joints. They weren’t so bad and your cough had eased up that your chest no longer hurt if there was the occasional cough.

“Better, I think. It’s only a dull ache, the kind I get when you two put me through the paces at the gym.” You admitted softly and Luke grinned as Ashton stretched out, almost like a cat before turning on his side to face you.

“Nice to hear that, angel. And good morning.” You grinned at him and kissed him gently before glancing at the time.

“What are we doing today?” You asked quietly as Luke continued to stretch out his muscles. Part of you felt bad for them both to be stuck inside with you, but you were much too selfish to let that bad feeling linger.

“I’m gonna do some exercises and then Ash is probably gonna do his own. And then a movie day for the rest of the day?” He posed the question and you paused before nodding your head. It sounded good to you and it meant you had some individual time with each of them.

The morning passed by easily. They did their exercises and showered before returning to your room that Luke had playfully dubbed ‘The Den’. Ashton had laughed at that as he went to set up in the living room for another live, but this time Luke was staying with you. They’d been trading off which had bothered you first, but then Ashton explained their reason.

“We don’t really want to leave you alone. Not that you can’t take care of yourself,” he hastily added on upon seeing your look of outrage, “but being so far away whilst you were so ill, it kinda scared us. We don’t want to leave you by yourself yet. It’s more to ease our own anxieties.” And you relaxed before shoving any negative thoughts to the back of your mind.

Luke was napping when your phone went off-Ashton was still on the live-and you answered the No Caller ID hesitantly.

It was the hospital that you were at, a nurse confirming who you were before she’d go any further. It took a few moments before she got to the point of the phone call.

“So we’re calling you about the various tests. I’m assuming that you know you were confirmed with COVID-19, correct?”

“Yeah, about two days after the test, someone called to let me know.” You responded hesitantly. You wondered what this was about.

“And how are you feeling?” You were confused.

“I mean, I’m coming up to two weeks of no fever and starting to feel a lot better. I’m just more exhausted but I suspect that’s because of what my body went through.” You explained quietly and you heard her hum in agreement. Luke shifted beside you and you noticed that he was awake, only because his hand had started to drift up and down your spine.

“That’s good to hear. What I’m calling about is that you’d said your kidneys had been hurting upon admittance, correct?”

“Yes.” You were worried now.

“So when we looked at the numbers, we noticed that they’d started dropping. Not drastically enough for us to have you in intensive care, but that was why we moved you to the ward. It was as a precaution.” You felt your heart race at her words.

“They’d started failing again, hadn’t they?” You whispered and she sighed.

“Yes. However, because the numbers were back on the rise when we took your second blood test, we felt that we could discharge you safely. Had they dropped further, you’d have been admitted to intensive care. The only reason why you weren’t told immediately was because we didn’t want you to panic or go into further distress which could’ve made it much more worse.”

It hit you like a ton of bricks what she was saying.

“Is there anything I need to worry about?” You finally choked out, your hands trembling.

“At this time, no. When things ease up, we will request you get another test just to confirm you’re clear of the virus. Otherwise for now, just rest up and feel better soon.”

“Thank you.” You got out, ending the call. Luke took the phone from your trembling hands and he sat up, pulling you onto his lap, his arms around you.

“What happened, love?” You were trying to take in slow deep breaths to stop the panic attack, knowing that it wouldn’t help you.

“They’ve just told me, when I went into hospital, my kidneys were failing.” You whispered and his arms tightened around you tighten enough that he understood the implications.

You’d told them both of the previous two times when you’d been so ill that your kidneys had started failing and as a result you’d been on death's door.

You didn’t realise you were hyperventilating until Luke began to rub his hands up and down your arms to try and distract you, but your mind was too focused on the fact that you’d escaped death, again.

“Ashton!” Luke called loudly, a tinge of panic in his own voice.

Ashton practically crashed through into your door and his face was ashen as he took in your state, a look of relief followed by concern filling his features. He clambered onto the bed, his hands cupping your face gently. When you didn’t flinch away, he ducked his head to catch your eyes.

“Slow deep breaths sweetheart. We’ve got you.” It took you a while before you could finally focus on Luke’s hands which were still rubbing your arms gently.

“How’s your sense of smell?” Ashton teased as he noted that you were fighting to keep your breathing under control.

“Smell you and Luke, favourite smell.” You muttered and he grinned. You closed your eyes for a moment, leaning into his touch and he let his thumb brush across your cheeks in comfort.

“What happened?” Despite the question being directed at you, you knew that Ashton was also asking Luke.

“A nurse from the hospital phoned I think. They explained about the blood tests they’d run. Apparently their kidneys were failing when they’d gone in, but not enough to alarm the hospital staff or get them rushed to intensive care.” His voice was calm and you needed that.

You knew that Ashton understood what he wasn’t saying, but also you weren’t too sure if you could voice it properly without crying.

“Come here sweetheart.” Ashton’s tone brokered no arguments and you moved so that you were cradled in his lap, his back resting against the headboard. Luke was nestled as close as possible.

“Part of me knew something was wrong, but, not that.” You whispered finally. Ashton made a soothing sound as you let your head rest on his shoulder, face pressed into his neck.

“It’s one thing to guess, it’s another thing to be told, love. You’re allowed to cry because it’s a frightening thing to be told.” His voice was one of reason and you finally let it out, allowing them both to comfort you as you processed what had been said.

He wasn’t wrong. It was one thing to guess, but to be told that your kidneys had started failing once more, it was frightening.

Neither of them moved away from you as you got it off your chest. You couldn’t pin how long had passed until you finally took a steadying breath, lifting your head from Ashton’s neck. Luke was first to move, his thumb wiping the tear tracks and you gave him a weak smile.

It dawned on you then that Ashton had been on a live.

“Ash, I’m sorry.” You finally whispered and he gave you a confused look.

“What are you sorry for? You’ve got nothing to be sorry for.” He murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“The live you were doing...” You trailed off and he shrugged.

“They’ll get over it. You’re more important and we’re doing more radio interviews on the live so it doesn’t matter.” He muttered and you didn’t push, relaxing in his hold. Luke glanced at the clock and gave you a gentle smile.

“My turn to make lunch. Nothing cooked unfortunately, but I make a damn good sandwich.” He teased playfully which made you giggle, a sigh escaping your lips as he left after giving you both gentle kisses.

“Just think, tomorrow we can take you out for a short walk.”

“Freedom.” You muttered deadpan, making him laugh as his lips found yours.

“Even for half an hour, it’ll help. Home stretch now.” You mustered up a smile for him before stretching your legs out and he moved with you, his arms not quite leaving your body.

“Am I not allowed to lie down?” You queried and he shook his head, a playful grin on his lips as he pulled you flush against his body, his lips finding your neck.

“No, all mine to have and feast on.” The cackle like laugh that he let off had you giggling as he blew a raspberry on your skin. This earned a squeal from you, laughing as he rocked you back and forth. “No one can take you from me!”

You were still laughing when Luke returned with three plates, an amused grin on his lips as he raised an eyebrow.

“Save me Lu! Ash is gonna feast on me!” You shrieked again as he blew another raspberry into your neck, the ticklish sensation making you laugh as he held you tightly.

Luke set the plates down before climbing on the bed, his lips curving into a smirk, making you pause.

“Can I feast with you Ash?” And you groaned as Ashton laughed as Luke straddled the both of you, his body causing the three of you to fall back onto the bed, effectively trapping you between the two of them as Luke left gentle kisses along your neck and you held back your moan, knowing that if he started to pull at the skin you were a goner.

Pulling back, he had a cheeky grin on his lips and you groaned as Ashton laughed.

“You two are the worst. Let me eat, you monsters!” You cried out playfully, making them both laugh as Luke shifted himself off you to get the plates once more and Ashton loosened his hold on your waist.

The rest of the day passed quietly, Ashton had apologised for having to ditch and the three of you settled watching movies long into the early hours of the morning.

Despite the lack of sleep, you were still up early excited that you were finally allowed to go for a walk today, and both of them laughed at your excitement.

Once you were dressed, they followed your lead and got ready. And then you were out of the building and the fresh air felt glorious, even if there was a spattering of rain. You didn’t care.

You led them both to a small pathway that led to the river that ran through the town, the edge of the river filled with cherry blossom trees. Both of them were taking as many photos as they could and you couldn’t hide your smile if you tried.

Ashton managed to get a nice selfie of the three of you under one of the trees and before long, you realised that the half an hour had gone by and you were beginning to struggle, your legs becoming a little bit shaky.

But it didn’t deter from the fact that you’d been able to go out for a walk and enjoy it. Both Luke and Ashton could see the immediate difference.

“We’ll go out every day and stay an extra five minutes longer. Build you up. How does that sound?” Ashton asked as you walked up the driveway, arm in arm with the both of them.

“That sounds good. Onwards and upwards from here and I am so going to kick your butts at Mario Kart now.”

Their laughter rang around the empty drive as you reached the building and you felt much more positive with them by your sides.

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Sick Headcannon

So I am as sick as a dog right now, and that got me thinking about a headcannon I wrote before for @sdvbachelors. However, it was about all the bachelors and not just Alex, but then it hit me: I can expand on it! So, welcome to the second Alex headcannon of the day.

When the Kids Fall Sick...

Whether it be one getting the other sick at around the same time or both of them getting the sickness simultaneously, the kids are usually the first to succumb to the germ in the household.

One kid is very fussy when they get sick, they cannot ever be comfortable and constantly ask for attention.

The other, however, is almost the opposite of their sibling. They are very quiet when they get sick, and rarely ever complain. However, this has its own downside, as many times the child forces themselves to continue up the charade of wellness until it is too much to handle.

Basically, Alex has to deal with not just a very upset child who "wants dada to make it go away," but also with a child who constantly gets out of bed even when they are running a high fever, saying "I wanna help, dada".

Alex pulls out all the stops for his beloved children. Not just because they are his children, but because they are his last remnants of family he had left in this world, along with the farmer and his grandparents. When they first get a sign of a sniffle, Alex rushes over to Dr. Harvey's office, banging on the door because YOBA IT IS 2:50 PM NOT 3:00 OPEN UP MY CHILDREN MAY BE DYING RIGHT NOW.

Once Harvey gives his diagnosis and prescribes medication and reassuring Alex for the hundreth time that YES, his children will be fine and NO, they are not dying, Alex gently cradles his kids until they get home and puts them in bed.

From then on, the farmer finds Alex in three places: the kids' bedroom, the kitchen or, worst case scenario, the bathroom.

The kids' bedroom was the most probable place, as he was constantly doing anything and everything to make sure the kids were comfortable, from reading them their favorite stories to making sure they were snug in their beds. His mother's music box played almost non-stop for days, helping the kids go to sleep.

Alex was in the kitchen whenever his kids needed something to eat or drink, usually bringing a lot so that he could continue to stay with his kids as long as possible.

Finally, the bathroom. Oh boy. When the farmer found Alex there for the first time, they were horrified, as their poor child seemed to be vomiting his poor guts out, the other child crying as they couldn't make it in time and accidentally threw up over their Dada's sweater.

However, Alex did not let a thing slow him down. He gently peeled off his sweater and shirt and told the kids that it was okay, Dada was okay.

The farmer came forward to also reassure them that it was okay, and that Mama/Papa was here now.

Together, Alex and the farmer helped the kids brush their teeth to get rid of the yucky taste, and then gave them a warm bubble bath to help then feel even cleaner, making their children feel happy even though they felt very ewwy.

As their parents changed them into their pajamas and then rocked each of them, singing a soft lullaby to help them go to sleep:

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The kids' eyes began to droop, and before falling asleep, they say something that brings both Alex and the farmer to tears.

"Dada, Papa/Mama...we love you both."

With that, they tuck the kids in and kiss each of their foreheads in turn, before turning to each other.

Then, they go to the bathroom, and the farmer cleans up the mess while Alex takes a hot shower to get rid of the smell.

The farmer may or may not finish quicker than usual because of their husband in the shower.

Alex may or may not have purposefully used up the hot water so that he and the farmer had to share a shower.

And they may or may not have gotten somewhat messier in the process of getting clean before actually getting clean. ;)

However, once they both rub each other dry (literally and figuratively ;)), they each collapse on the bed and snuggle together, finally feeling somewhat relaxed since their kids got ill.

"Ahh...there's nothing like a good night's sleep next to my wife/husband!"

Alex felt his eyes droop down and nearly fell asleep, until he heard a loud sneeze next to him.

He opened his eyes, and looked at the farmer, who was now groaning and coughing like crazy.

"Oh no...honey..."

When the Farmer Falls Sick...

How did the farmer get sick before Alex? Well, Alex knows how to take care of himself, from when to stay inside, eating right, and doing exercise. Even when his kids fall ill, he still knows takes care of himself, from washing his hands and using hand sanitizer to wearing a mask to make sure his kids don't feel bad when they cuddle him in their sleep. Meanwhile, the farmer legit walks around in the rain, works under windy weather and doesn't even bundle up when it snows! This was bound to happen, tbh.

Anyway, while Alex may not like sickness (as it slows down his workout schedule), when it comes to the farmer, He. Will. Suck. It. Up.

Just like his child, he will forbid the farmer from getting up and does all the work around the farm.

The farmer is more like his other child in that they complain a lot when they feel unwell. However, Alex knows why they do so.

The farmer has asthma and ASD.

When they get sick, the farmer is legitimately struggling to breathe constantly, not just because of their sore throat and their blocked nose, but because their lungs are not at full capability.

Alex has timed his spouse's medicine times to the T, and has to constantly remind his beloved when to take them, snuggling them as they pout silently as they turn their nebulizer on, the medicine turning to vapor as they breathe in through their special mask.

The ASD makes everything worse in its own way. The farmer's sensitivities go up to the max, to the point where they are almost in tears because WHY ARE THE BLANKETS SO SCRATCHY AND THE LIGHTS SO BRIGHT LEXY IT HURTS SO MUCH.

Poor Alex tries his darndest to keep the farmer comfortable, holding the farmer while simultaneously trying to not squeeze them too much because of their sensitive nature, giving them warm drinks to help their asthma, and much more.

At night, he gives the farmer a soothing massage to help them relax and sleep, using that special cream Harvey gave them to open their airways and that was tailored for his love's sensitivity.

"Thanks, Lexy...you're the best."

It isn't until the week after, when the farmer and his kids are finally better, that Alex feels a tickle in his throat and his nose slightly stuffed.

"Oh no..."

When Alex Falls Sick...

Alex tries his hardest to nip the sickness in the bud, from working out more to sleeping earlier. However, when he finally falls, he falls HARD. He gets it all, the high fever, sweating, chills, throat drier than the Sahara Desert, coughs, loud sneezes, nose running like a faucet yet super congested, a pounding headache and aches everywhere.

The farmer is the first who can tell that Alex is sick when they wakes up and their love is still in bed, and his breathing is too labored for comfort.

With that, the farmer slowly creeps out of bed and hugs their kids tightly and kisses their chubby cheeks as they giggle.

"Where's Dada?"

The farmer sighs and tells them that Dada is feeling yucky right now, but gets an idea.

"You want to help me make Dada feel better?"

"Yeah! Let's help Dada!"

So, when Alex wakes up feeling like trash, he is greeted by his spouse's smiling face and a tray with hot tulip tea with honey and warm rice soup, his grandma's recipes. He then felt two warm weights on his sides, making the chills go away. His kids beam brightly at him and present him with a card each, drawing their whole family, one with a horse and one with a gridball, each displaying the same message.

"Feel better soon, Dada!"

When he finishes his light breakfast and takes some medicine, his kids snuggle closer and his spouse joins him in bed, wrapping an arm around him as they all go back to sleep for the day, silently announcing today as a quiet day.

And even through his headache and aches, Alex goes to sleep with a smile.

"Yoba, thank you so much for my family."

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janelevy · 4 years

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in sickness (and in health)

requested by @homeschooledbookfanatic

summary: this is kind of a combo between two ideas, but both have the same premise - in the first part, connor worries about a sick ava, and in the second part, ava cares for a sick connor.

warnings: none, just general flu/cold illness

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i. Connor was a doctor, and had been one for close to seven years now (not counting all the time spent tirelessly studying before that), so he thought he could tell pretty easily when a patient was sick. There were countless symptoms to scroll through for a whole host of different diseases. He had a keen eye for basic to intermediate illnesses, since the most severe problems were usually internal ones he would then operate on. So, yeah, Connor was a doctor, and he knew how to read a patient’s appearance and mannerisms to determine if they were under the weather.

Somehow, Ava completely slipped past his radar.

She acted like her usual self when they got up that morning. Everything was fine. And okay, maybe he was a little bit distracted considering he had three major surgeries to look forward to today. But just as she always was since they moved in together, Ava was alongside him in the morning, getting up and getting dressed and making coffee and drinking it. She even drove them into work and appeared alert, albeit sniffly. Connor asked about it then, and he should’ve known something was the matter when she used that dismissive tone.

“I’m fine, Connor. Just a little cold.”

Just a little cold. Clearly it wasn’t, because by the end of the day she looked like a train had hit her, turned back around, and hit her again. Of course Connor didn’t vocalize that, because he wanted to live past thirty-two, but he did make sure to inform her that if she felt off by even half a margin, she should tell him and they would call in sick together the next day so he could care for her. Again, she brushed him off, but she didn’t reject the hot tea he made for her when they got home.

Then it was the next morning, and something most definitely wasn’t right. Connor sat up in bed and looked over; Ava was asleep but restless, and heat was pouring off her body in waves. Without hesitation he placed his hand on her forehead, winced, and gently shook her awake.

His girlfriend groaned and gradually opened her eyes. “Mmm... what do you want?” Her eyes slid over to the bedside clock and she sighed. “It’s too early, baby, we don’t have to be awake until...” She trailed off at the look on his face. “What?”

Connor shook his head at her in awe. “Avey, do you not feel how ill you are? You’re running a high fever, your forehead is hot enough to fry an egg on.” He reached forward and prodded gently around her neck. “And your lymph nodes are all swollen.” Her hazel eyes were propped open lazily at half-mast, and her eyelids looked as heavy as he was sure they felt. Connor met her gaze seriously, reaching to hold one of her hands. He wanted to make sure she knew he wasn’t just viewing her as any old patient right now, but as the woman he would travel around the globe for.

“Tell me, did you sleep well last night? Have you had any other issues like fatigue? Chills? Sore throat? Muscle aches?” His eyes rolled to the ceiling as he recalled yesterday. “It seemed like you had a little bit of a cough yesterday.” He sighed, dropping his shoulders in defeat. He felt like he had utterly failed her. “Dammit, dammit. I should’ve noticed sooner.”

Ava rested the palm of her free hand on her forehead and groaned. “Whoa, whoa. Slow down. First of all, you... shouldn’t blame yourself.” Her words came out at a tired, leisurely pace. “And second, it’s not a big deal.” She laughed grimly, if it could even be called a laugh. “I’m just pissed because I did get my flu shot this year. But... it is what it is.”

Connor brushed some hair behind her ear and frowned. “There’s still always that tiny chance a certain strain of the virus will get you,” he said, although she knew that already. He slid off the bed for a moment and ran to the bathroom cabinet to retrieve a thermometer. Within seconds he returned and urged her to slip the proper end of the device under her tongue. After a few moments, it beeped and he read the result, then did a double take.

“Okay, this actually is kind of a big deal, hon. Your body temp is 104 degrees.” At her reluctant moan, Connor grimaced and stroked her arm. “Looks like we will have to go into work today, but not to actually work.”

Ava sighed into her pillow. “You don’t have any operations scheduled today?”

“No,” Connor said. He decided not to mention that he originally had one non-emergency procedure today, but pushed it back just in case this happened. “No, I don’t. All I’m focusing on today is you.”

“You should try doing that every day,” came the biting reply.

“Ha, ha.” Connor peeled the sheets back as she started to sit up. “Okay. Let’s get you to the hospital. You’ll be feeling better soon, I promise.”

In response, she only nodded mutely, probably figuring it was better to let him lead her out of the room than argue. And for that, Connor was glad.

ii. The last time Ava had been super sick, all she’d wanted to do was sleep the day (or couple of days) away. Therefore, she couldn’t fathom why Connor wanted to be awake, let alone standing and doing things.

“If this is some big act you’re putting on just to prove your cold isn’t that bad, you’re not fooling anyone, least of all me.” Ava crossed her arms and leaned on the kitchen counter, watching as Connor rummaged clumsily through the fridge. “Besides, you won’t get a chance to fake it for anyone else, because I’m not letting you out of the house today.”

“Yeah, right.” Connor slammed the fridge door and set down the container of almond milk heavily. He grabbed a bowl from the cabinet and dragged them over to where she was at the counter, standing across from her as he poured corn flakes then his icky almond milk into the bowl. “Just because it’s my day off doesn’t mean I don’t have to leave the house. I have way too many errands to do. And I have to be ready on standby just in case the hospital pages me--”

“That won’t happen, because I called and told them how sick you are.” Ava handed him a spoon and rolled her eyes at his muttered thanks. “Dr. ‘I’m Ignoring the Symptoms of a Common but Severe Cold,’ you are not about to show up there and spread your grouchy germs through the entire ED and CT floors.”

Connor scowled and poked at his already mushy cereal. “Whatever,” he growled. “But I still have the errands.”

“Errands which I will be doing,” Ava corrected, “because I called in sick today.”

He shook his head, but she could spot the ghost of a smirk behind his currently dour expression. “Why’d you do that? The only place you’re sick is in the head.” Connor held a hand up to his red, raw nose, making the hilariously unflattering I’m about to sneeze face, and Ava shoved some tissues at him.

“Oh, very funny,” she said. “The actual reason I called in sick is because of... oh, I don’t know, do you remember all that stuff we said during our vows?” She tilted her head, honey blonde waves slipping off her shoulder. “You know, the whole ‘care for each other in sickness and in health’ thing?�� Connor’s only response to that was a monstrous sneeze, and she nodded in amusement. “Yeah. That’s what I’m planning to do today.”

Connor blinked at his wife, forlorn, bloodshot eyes peeking out from in between a scrunched-up tissue and a mop of unwashed dark hair. “Fine,” he grumbled. Then, as a sincere afterthought: “Thanks.”

Ava coaxed him onto the sofa where he lay there like a grumpy old dog for the rest of the day, watching an assortment of shows on the Food Network and HGTV. He was dangerously nearing lame middle-aged dad territory, Ava noted with mirth. That was good, though. The title was just as fitting for him as “Doctor.”

And so she wandered in and out throughout the day, bringing him chicken noodle soup and saltine crackers, tall glasses of ice with cool blue Gatorade (it was his favorite flavor, though all the flavors tasted the same to her), and ice cream. Ava loved caring for him, because he would and had done the same for her - and times like today were when she really felt like the best doctor.

#chicago med #connor rhodes #ava bekker #rhekker #fanfic

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honeybee-babe · 5 years

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Sharing is Caring (Except When You’re Sick) Chapter 8

Part 8 of my collab fic with @hargreevesstyles featuring sick Luther and sick Klaus, can also be read on her blog!~

Allison and Klaus sat talking for another twenty or so minutes, until Vanya ran up to tell them dinner was ready. She was going to have Allison bring Klaus down, and go wake up Luther herself, but Allison insisted on checking on Luther.

When she finally got to his room at about 8pm, he was sitting up in bed wide awake, sneezing profusely into a handful of tissues he held up to his face. She’d left three boxes on his nightstand, but only one was in sight, and it was propped up on Luther’s lap. His garbage bin, presumably filled with the contents of the other two boxes (and no longer filled with vomit), was pulled up to the side of his bed.

“Hey, Allison,” he greeted, voice much clearer than the last time she’d heard him. All traces of congestion were gone. “I c-c - Heh-NGHXTcheh! INGXTSHIEW!” He gave his nose long, productive blow. “I can breathe through my nose now,” he finished with a dopey little smile, punctuating the announcement with a very loud stomach growl. Allison grinned.

“Come on, let’s go get you some dinner.” Allison was relieved that his appetite was back, and his body seemed to be ridding itself of the infection rapidly.

Diego kept Klaus at the opposite end of the table from Luther again, essentially splitting the dinner table up into two different conversations. He rolled his eyes when Luther took a second helping of soup, but didn’t say anything (Eudora was squeezing his hand). Klaus, on the other hand, took about two spoonfuls before he said he wasn’t hungry anymore.

While everyone else was cleaning up for dinner, Luther slipped into the living room, where Klaus lay curled up on the couch, sniffling and shivering pathetically. He looked absolutely miserable.

“Hey,” Luther said softly from the doorway.

“Mm?” Klaus barely reacted. “Oh, hi Luther,” he said lamely, voice a hoarse whisper, without even looking up at him.

Luther tentatively stepped into the room.“I’m really sorry I got you so sick.”

“S’okay,” Klaus shrugged. “I…. hh’TDShieww! Ehht’shiu! Hrrgshuehh! I’ve been worse.”

“Bless you,” Luther winced. “You look like hell.”

“I hate to break it to you, but you’re not exactly in your prime, either, champ.” Luther chuckled at that. Klaus just shivered as a chill went down his spine. “Luther, I’m so cold.”

Luther plopped down next to him on the couch, allowing Klaus to snuggle up to his side. Luther frowned, “You’re still warm. When was the last time you checked your temperature?”

Klaus rolled his eyes. “Jesus Christ, Luther I’ve had my temperature taken so many times over the past few days I don’t give a fuck about it at all anymore.”

“Alright but if you pass out again it’s gonna be on you!” Luther joked.

“Don’t worry I don’t feel that badly. I know I still have a fever but I’m not delusional yet,” Klaus said.

The “yet” kind of threw Luther off; it really keyed him in to how shitty Klaus was still feeling and how he understood that he was still getting worse. Luther almost felt guilty that he was feeling better. His nose was runny as all hell and his throat was still sore but his fever had broken and he was starting to feel more energized. The lethargy that came with the high temperature hadn’t plagued him for a few hours now and he felt like he was thriving.

Their short conversation was interrupted by Allison and Eudora entering the room. Allison explained that they were all going to watch a movie together. Five and Diego were still cleaning up in the kitchen and Vanya was preparing the snacks. Allison and Eudora were on blanket duty.

The boys were left alone again but didn’t speak throughout the few minutes they were waiting. Vanya came in before they returned. She put the snacks down and then took both of their temperatures. Luther was sitting at 98.4 and Klaus was up higher at 101.7. He could not shake this fever.

Vanya called in to Diego and told him to bring in an ice pack and some more Tylenol. Instead of waiting, Five blinked in with it and blinked back out before anyone could even thank him.

A few minutes later, after Vanya had Klaus all set up, everyone made their way into the living room. They all cuddled up to one another on the couches. Luther was on the far end with Klaus on his side, then Diego was next to him, having Eudora on his other side. Then on the other couch was Five, Vanya, and Allison.

The lot debated over movies for a good twenty minutes until Klaus had a particularly rough coughing fit and they all gave in to his choice: Mulan.

The movie started and was uneventful for a while. They all sat silently as they watched it, occasional coughing and sniffling and sneezing from the two ill boys.

About thirty minutes into the film, however, Luther blew his nose hard and came back up with a tickle in his nose.

“Hh’HEKSHIEW! HrESHHIEW! Sorry-hehhNXGHT-ISSHYUH! Snf, oh god. IhhixgtSHH! inxgst’chieh! Hihh’NKKT! ” He kept trying to stifle his sneezes as much as he could for several reasons: he didn’t want to interrupt the movie, Klaus was laying across him and was being jolted violently with every sneeze, and Diego was giving him a glare basically threatening him after every paroxysm.

Klaus giggled, “Allison, what the hell? Did you rumor him to sneeze this much too?”

No one answered. The only sound was the words from the movie.

“Oh shit,” Klaus gasped, realizing he most definitely should not have said that. “Never mind! Bless you, Luther. Now let’s get back to the movie-“

“What do you mean did you rumor him to sneeze this much too?” Diego asked. His tone was dark and scary.

Klaus sat up and tried to calm Diego down with his touch. Spoiler alert: it didn’t work.

Diego shot up, knocking Klaus back onto Luther.

“Did you cause him to have that asthma attack earlier? Was that what you meant when you said you didn’t mean to?” Diego put his head in his hands. “Oh my fucking god of course it was. This makes so much sense. Why would you want to hurt our brother like that?”

Allison shouted, “Diego, I didn’t know-“

“Do you know how many times I’ve needed to pick him up off the streets to take him to the damn hospital because he’s having such a bad asthma attack? How could you be so stupid?”

Klaus cut in, “Hey hey Diego it’s okay she only did it because I was being really annoying!”

“You put our brother’s life in danger because he was annoying you?” Diego stormed out of the room.

“Huh. Maybe I should stop talking…” Klaus scratched his neck awkwardly.

Eudora said, “I can go handle Diego.” Everyone nodded approvingly and she was off.

Klaus made his way over to the other couch and saw Allison tearing up. “Hey hey hey, no more tears today, Allison. As a family we’ve all cried way too much today, okay? We-hehhingxt! We’re okahhh-okay-hhihhiitschiew! We’re okay. I promise.” Allison reached her arms out for a hug. “Hangononesecthere’sanotherone-hh’inxtshyiu-h’Ngk’tshuh-nxt!”

After he mini fit Klaus rubbed his eyes and sniffled hard, then sitting on Allison’s lap as he wrapped his arms around her.

He was only able to comfort her for a few more seconds before being beckoned to join Diego and Eudora in the kitchen, calmly by Eudora of course.

Klaus hoisted himself up, dizzying himself briefly after standing too quickly, but quickly regained his balance and glided into the kitchen. When he saw Diego he was shocked to see that he didn’t look mad...he looked...scared.

“Hey, you alright, Diego?” Klaus asked.

Diego stammered, “I-I just I don’t...I was so scared when Allison told me to bring your inhaler quick, I...I felt my whole body freeze. I know you’re sick and shit’s gonna happen but I keep getting so terrified th-that...that I’m going to lose you.”

Klaus felt his heart break. He knew how hard it was for Diego who had watched him make countless stupid decisions and had to deal with the repercussions. He put his arms out. “Come here. Give me a hug.”

Diego got up from the stool he was sitting on and attacked Klaus in a tight hug. It stripped Klaus of his breath for a moment but he got it back without worrying Diego. The two men hugged tight for a long time. Klaus knew that as long as he was in Diego’s arms that Diego would feel okay, so he waited until Diego separated from the hug because he was the one who needed it.

When he finally let go, Klaus started to explain, “I was being insufferable, Diego, like usual. I-I don’t blame her for rumoring me.”

“Don’t you dare say you blame yourself-”

“But I do!” Klaus looked down at the ground. “I have to...I have to learn how to be myself without all of the drugs. I don’t even know who I am anymore. I wasn’t anyone for seventeen years! I know I’m annoying but I’m trying to work on it.”

Diego frowned, “You don’t annoy me. I might act like it from time to time but I appreciate every moment we spend together.”

They hugged once more, quicker this time, and went back into the living room.

“Diego, I-I’m so sorry I know you’re probably so mad but I wasn’t thinking about it and-”

“It’s okay, Allison,” Diego said. “Don’t worry about it, I promise.”

Without another word they all sat down and continued watching the movie.

Solely, they all went upstairs. Luther was the first to go. He said he was going to go and sleep off the rest of the cold. Allison followed shortly after him, saying she was going to bed. Everyone knew where she was really going, and they all wondered why she kept lying. Five went up next. He claimed he couldn’t stand the inaccuracy of the movie. Then went Eudora and Diego, together. When the front door didn’t close but Diego’s did...they all smiled. Ben left as well, he told Klaus he was going to go keep an eye on Luther.

The only two remaining were Number Four and Number Seven, each on opposite couches. They sat like that for a few minutes before Klaus couldn’t take it anymore.

He whined, “Vanyaaaaa! Come here! You’re far away and this blanket isn’t warm enough. I need some real human body heat to keep me from getting hypothermia over here!”

Vanya chuckled and shifted herself over to the couch that Klaus was on. She sat next to him and he immediately threw himself onto her lap.

“How are you doing, Vanya?” Klaus asked. “You don’t...you don’t feel sick, do you?”

Vanya shook her head profusely. She laughed, “No, Klaus. I feel fine. Great, actually. It’s been a really good time taking care of you and Luther. We’ve all bonded a lot more over it. Of course, Diego has been a bit stressed out but he’s just worried.”

“Good good. I just didn’t want to get you sick,” Klaus said.

Along with that sentence, he launched into a long coughing fit that made his eyes water and his throat feel like it was closing up.

“Inhaler?” He choked out.

Vanya scrambled for it and found it lying on the coffee table. She placed it in Klaus’ hands and he took a puff. After that he let out a few weaker coughs, but the fit subsided. Klaus rubbed at his achy chest and tried his best to clear his throat without coughing more. Vanya looked at his wet eyes and cracked lips. Poor thing, he was still so sick.

“Come here,” She said. When he had used his inhaler he had sat up and scrambled away from Vanya. Now, he cuddled back up to her side instead of lying back down on her lap. Vanya put her arm around him and picked up a blanket to drape over herself and Klaus.

They talked for about an hour or so before Vanya noticed Klaus’ droopy eyes and occasional yawns.

“You should get to bed,” Vanya suggested.

Klaus shrugged, “It’s kind of hard to get to sleep when you’re either coughing, sniffling, sneezing, or having to blow your nose every other minute.”

Vanya stood up and stuck out her hand. “Let me take care of you. You just sit there and try to fall asleep and I’ll take care of the rest, okay?” Klaus nodded and took her hand, coughing into the other as she pulled him off of the couch.

It was kind of funny, quite honestly, how Vanya’s 5’0” frame was supporting Klaus’ 6’0” body, her arm wrapped around his waist making sure he didn’t fall over. He was exhausted, stumbling over his feet every few seconds, holding onto the wall or the railing or whatever he could grab on to.

When they arrived at Klaus’ room, Vanya deposited him on the bed and told him to get changed while she checked on Luther.

She wasn’t surprised to see Luther and Allison passed out next to each other under the covers. Vanya smiled, turned the light off, and went back to Klaus’ room. She knocked and he told her he was decent so she entered.

Klaus was sitting on his bed in boxer shorts and a white t-shirt, smothering his face into a tissue as he tried to clear it as best as he could. He must have realized that it wasn’t going to do much because he stopped abruptly and scrubbed at his itchy nostrils.

“Don’t cold symptoms know when it’s night time so they can fuck off?” Klaus said.

Vanya laughed. She responded, “I don’t think cold symptoms care about if you get a good night’s sleep or not.”

Klaus huffed and balled up the tissue in his hand. He used it to wipe his nose, which seemed to be running but absolutely incapable of being cleared.

“Alright, get in bed,” Vanya ordered. “I’m gonna dim the lights a bit and then get you your night doses of medicine. I’ll be back with water and tea and then I’ll help you get to sleep, okay?”

“Okay.”

It was rare to see Klaus so small and so vulnerable. He was tucked into himself as he rubbed furiously at his nose. When Vanya returned a few minutes later he was still rubbing.

“I have this tickle in the back of my nose that won’t go away but it won’t let me sneeze,” Klaus whined.

Vanya asked, “Want me to try and help you get it out?”

“How would you do that?”

Shyly, Vanya admitted, “Well...remember at dinner the other day when you couldn’t sneeze and then you had that massive fit?”

“Oh my god...that was you?” Klaus laughed. “Holy shit, for real?” Vanya nodded. “No way. Can you do it again? That felt so good. But...do you think you can control it if my asthma starts acting up?”

Vanya nodded. “I’ll keep it under control.”

“Okay. Let me get comfy first!” Klaus threw himself under his covers, took a sip of tea and a puff of his inhaler. “Okay I’m ready!”

“Okay.” Vanya sat across from Klaus on the bed and focused her attention on his nose. This would go a lot quicker with a sound to focus on. “Can you give me a little sniffle?” Klaus tried to give a hearty sniffle, but he couldn’t get much air in with all the blockage.

Vanya focused intently on the little sound, using the waves to vibrate along Klaus’ septum just like she had earlier. This time, she tried to go in easier, with a dulled down vibration. Klaus reacted instantly, breath hitching wildly. Vanya released the pressure, hoping that would be enough.

“Hihhh… Ithinkitsworking! I -hih!... why did you stop?”

Vanya shrugged. “I don’t want to go too hard, I might hurt you.”

“Ugh, I don’t care,” Klaus whined. “I want to sneeze! Come on, Vanya, give it all you got.”

“You sure?” She shook her head, focusing in again. “Okay -- but if it something feels wrong, you have to tell me to stop -- can you sniff again?”

This time, Vanya went as hard as she had before, and she didn’t stop when Klaus’ breath started hitching again. He turned away from Vanya into his hands as he waited for the sneezes to come.

“Okay I...ihhh I think it’s worki- ehhhtshiu, woo! Xngt-itshuu!” He flashed her a dopey grin over his hands. She smiled back, releasing him from her grasp.

“Hihhhh?...ihh… hehhhh.” Klaus shot Vanya an annoyed look. “Ugh, what the hell? Why’d you stop?”

“Wasn’t that enough?”

“No,” he whined. “Do it again, Van. Please?”

“I don’t know, Klaus-”

“Pleeeease? I really want to clear all this shit out of my nose, it huuuurts.” Vanya chuckled but nonetheless went in again; the results were instantaneous. “Ihhh-extshiew! Hh’nxt-ixtshiuu! Hihihhetshyuu! nXGt-nxgtchiehh! Okay, I need-hah! Hhitschue! H’xgtsh! Okay, V-hannnxtsh! Vanya, I thihhhxtschiew! Ineedtocatchmybreath-hihhh’hiehhHtshiuu! S- hihHh'TDSHiew! Stop!”

The second she saw the panicked look on Klaus’ face as he struggled to catch his breath, Vanya had put a stop to the vibrations she buzzing through his sinuses, replacing them with the pressure she had used on Luther earlier. The effect was apparently a little bit slow when the person had already been assaulted with the opposite technique, but nonetheless, his sneezes slowly died down. Klaus’ breathing slowly evened out. He threw his head back against his pillows, the rise and fall of his chest becoming less pronounced with each breath he took. He was exhausted from the sneezes, but ultimately pleased. Finally, he let out a deep sigh of satisfaction.

“Fuuck, thank you.” His nose was dribbling now, but he didn’t seem to notice -- or he was just too tired to care. “Maybe Allison was right - wish it had helped with the congestion more, though.”

“Here,” Vanya held a tissue up to his nose, eyes focusing on his nose again as she pushed down through his nostrils to clear his nose. “Blow.”

Klaus did as he was told. He would protest but he was feeling too weak to do anything for himself, and he knew Vanya wouldn’t mind. Klaus liked having Vanya around to take care of him. She didn’t pester him too much and she was gentle. She talked to him normally, not like he was dying. She knew what she was doing. She wasn’t too fussy. She made Klaus feel okay.

Those thoughts lulled Klaus to sleep a few moments after he finished blowing his nose.

Those thoughts were also the first thing he remembered when he woke up and looked at the clock. It was 4:26 AM and Klaus couldn’t breathe. His throat was gravelly and his nose was so blocked up he knew that if he tried to breathe through it all that would happen was a bad coughing fit.

He looked around for Ben but he was nowhere to be seen. Klaus cursed. He was alone. Vanya must have gone back to her room to sleep after Klaus hit the hay. He wondered if he should wake her up.

A rough cough sent Klaus fumbling for his inhaler in the dark. When he realized how dark it was he started to become paranoid. The faint whispers of the ghosts calling his name were growing louder and louder as the seconds passed. Klaus grabbed his inhaler and then bolted into the hallway. The lights were on out there. Klaus sighed in relief.

He slid down the wall until he was sitting on the ground, taking a puff from his inhaler on the way down. It was hard to hold his breath long enough for the medicine to work because his nose was so blocked up. Klaus looked across the hall and saw the bathroom. He remembered a time before when Diego made him take a shower to clear out his congestion. The steam really helped. Although, he wasn’t in the mood for really getting in the shower.

That’s when Klaus got the idea to sit on the bathroom floor while the steam did its work. The only problem was that Klaus still didn’t want to be alone. He would have expected Ben to be back by now but he wasn’t, and he didn’t want to sit on the ground by himself with a raging fever while the ghosts poked and prodded him until he swore they could break through the veil.

The thought of the ghosts touching him was enough to send Klaus running to Vanya’s door. He knocked quietly and then let himself in. He flinched at the darkness but he felt around the wall until he found a light switch. He turned a small light on and crept over to Vanya’s bedside.

“Vanya?” Klaus cringed when he heard how stuffed up he was. He cleared his throat and tried again. “Vanya? Wake up.”

“Huh….? Klaus is that you?” Vanya’s tired voice asked.

Klaus nodded, “Yeah, it’s me. I can’t breathe because I’m super congested and I was wondering if you could come with me while I go sit on the bathroom floor while I run the shower? I just don’t really want to be alone and I don’t know where Ben is and...could you please come with me?”

“Of course. Here, let me get up and we’ll go,” Vanya said.

The pair walked to the bathroom and Vanya turned the shower on it’s highest setting while Klaus sat himself on the ground. Vanya handed him a box of tissues that she found in the cabinet.

Klaus took the box and held it in his lap, waiting patiently for the steam to kick in so he could use them.

“This is genius,” Vanya commended, flashing him a tired little smile. “It’s like a giant humidifier.”

“Diego did it for me a few years ago,” Klaus explained through a wheezy breath. “I didn’t want to wake him up now, because of-”

“Eudora?” Klaus nodded and they both chuckled. “You didn’t want to interrupt them, huh?”

“Stop, I could hear Diego snoring,” Klaus play-shoved Vanya’s arm; he was so weak at the moment that it barely felt like anything to her. “I just didn’t want to wake him up. I know he’s a light sleeper.”

“The lightest sleeper. I think she’s good for him.”

“The fact that he’s asleep at all right now is a testament to that.” Klaus struggled to blow his nose but nothing came up, instead leaving him panting for air even more.

Seeing this, Vanya tried to focus her powers on his nose, but there was so little sound coming from his attempts at sniffles, and she was so tired, that it didn’t work. She still had a lot of practice to do. So she comforted him the only other way she knew how.

“Come here.” She leaned her body against the tub, scooping Klaus up in her arms. Due to the size difference, he was basically laying on the floor with his head on her chest, but it was better than nothing. He nuzzled his head into her shirt and she stroked his hair as he continued to rub at his nose with the tissues, as if something would finally come up. He continued to wheeze and give tiny gasps for air for a few minutes, until finally he felt some of the pressure in his head releasing.

“Think it’s working,” he mumbled, eyes closed. He was practically asleep on Vanya, only awake enough to try to blow his nose. This time, something did finally come up. It wasn’t much, but it was a start. He could breathe through his nose now, if only just a little.

And that’s when he started to sniffle and twitch his nose. And shortly afterwards, his breath started hitching. He tried to pull away but Vanya pulled him back into arms, not willing to risk the chance of him hitting his head on the tile or something like that. With the state of exhaustion he was in, it seemed pretty plausible.

“Vanya can you let me go?” Klaus asked, eyes still closed. “I have to sneeze.”

“Then sneeze. It’ll help get all that gunk out,” Vanya said gently, still petting his messy curls. Klaus continued to struggle against her hold on him, but to no avail. It was really a testament to how sick he was that even Vanya, the smallest of the siblings and the only one who had never had any sort of physical training, could easily keep him down.

“I don’t want to sn-sneeze on you,” he whined, already holding the tissues up to his face. “Please don’t m-make me...heh! Hhh'tDZshiehh! Nixt-ixgshiuhh!" He blew his nose afterwards, a deep, gurgling blow. And took a deep, albeit sniffly, breath through his nose.

Vanya brushed his hair back from where it had fallen around his face. “Did that feel good?” she asked , stifling a yawn.

“N-n -heh!- not done….ehhhXGTschu! Hehhh...hihhh'gtchiuu! Mm, y...ihh....Ihhhgrshyuu!” He buried the tired, drawn-out sneezes into the tissues, blowing his nose again the second he was done. This time, he blew it for quite a while, and he was done, nothing seemed to be coming up anymore, and he was breathing through his nose again.

Klaus tossed the tissues in the bin and grinned contentedly, leaning back on Vanya’s chest and speaking through a yawn. “Yes.”

“Yes what?” Vanya had dozed off herself for a second, head leaning down slightly on top of Klaus’. She blinked her eyes open wide to wake herself up.

“Yes, it felt good,” Klaus clarified. He leaned his head back to see Vanya rubbing her eyes. In response, he nestled his head back into her chest. “Mmmgoodnight.”

“Nope, we are not falling asleep here.” Vanya slapped lightly at her face to wake herself up. With a little groan, she pushed herself up on her elbows, forcing Klaus to sit up beside her. He rolled his eyes as she turned the shower off and held her arm out to help him up.

“hnxgtshiu! You’re no fun,” he muttered, rubbing at his itchy nose.

“Why, because I won’t eat ice cream with you at 3 am?”

Klaus heaved a deep, annoyed sigh. “Ugh, why did you mention ice cream? That would be so good on my throat right now.” He stopped walking and turned to look down at Vanya, flashing her the softest green puppy eyes.

Vanya shook her head. “No way — don’t you dare give me that look! I’m not gonna have Diego murder me tomorrow.”

“Turtle neck lady will keep him in line. Please?” Klaus begged, even as he wavered where he stood.

Vanya shook her head with a little grin, walking the rest of the way to Klaus’ room and opening his door. She stuck her arm in and pointed in. “Come on, you can barely stand.”

“I was just playing,” Klaus explained as he got into bed. “I’m not even hungry.”

“I can never tell with you, Klaus.” Vanya pulled the blankets up to her brother’s chin and bent down to gently kiss his forehead, ruffling his hair one last time for good measure. “Try to get some sleep, okay?”

Klaus heaved a dramatic sigh and closed his eyes. “I’ll try.”

He was out like a light before Vanya had even turned out the lights.

#sick klaus #sick luther #umbrella academy #luther hargreeves #klaus hargreeves #tua #tua snz #klaus snz #luther snz #luther whump #klaus whump #tua snzfic #snzfic #snz #snz kink #tua fanfic

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captainkirkmccoy · 5 years

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“Budge over.”

Cas groans but did so. “Dean, you should keep away from me, I’m likely contagious.”

His quarantine was making it hard for Castiel to stay positive he wouldn’t succumb to the flu. There was no positive to being laid up in bed unable to think about anything for more than a stray second until the fever twisted it into something inconsequential and far away.

“Eh, I’ll take my chances.” Dean’s brow furrows and he reaches over with the back of his hand to caress Castiel’s forehead. “You’re warm but not burning up like before. The meds help?”

“I believe so.” Cas coughs into his blanket, desperate to get a little warmer.

“Good. I need you mostly awake for the game.”

“What game?”

“Winchester sick day tradition.”

Dean holds up a stack of glossy home realtor magazines, each with a luxurious home displayed on the front.

“We’re house hunting...?” Castiel must be more fevered than he thought.

Dean barks out a laugh, a happy sound that makes Castiel instantly feel better. “Yeah, exactly.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Sammy used to carry these dumb magazines around with him all the time, from every cookie cutter town we stopped in from here to Alaska, picking out houses he thought we should move into.” Dean snorts and plops down the magazines and then hops onto the bed right next to Cas, as if this is something they do all the time. Castiel wonders if Dean can feel his temperature rise from the places where their skin touches, the back of Dean’s wrist brushing up against the exposed skin above Castiel’s elbow where the blanket has ridden up. He shivers.

“Damn, I’m sorry.” Dean shifts and tucks the blanket closer around Cas, forfeiting their skin to skin contact. He bites back the sigh at the loss.

“So. To make the brat feel better, I invented a game. Mostly to keep Dad from using the magazines as kindling for fireplaces or whatever.” Dean shook at his head at some errant memory.

“When did you get these?” Cas says and then sneezes. Dean passes him the box of tissues, a box that seems to get more empty by the second. The magazines were all for towns in the surrounding Lebanon area with big bright letters proclaiming BARGAINS, SALES, FORECLOSURES.

“Had them. Figured I’d need them sooner rather than later.”

Cas starts to say something but another sneeze forces his words away. Dean takes pity again and presses a pile of soft tissues into his hands. Cas groans.

“Now, shh. Let me explain.”

Dean opens the first bright blue magazine, the one with a restored farmhouse on front with a converted garage.

He scans a page, flips to another and another before landing on one. “Got it.”

With the finger that is still healing from being crushed last week on a hunt--Dean points to a spread of photos. One is the front of the house, a mid-century modern with a peeling orange door and an overgrown yard. It looks like something from the Brady Bunch. Cas is surprised by how easily his new vocabulary and references are growing, thanks to the “shit-ton” (Dean’s words) of cable TV he now watches.

“Realtor made a deal to sell the house because it was so fugly no one would even step foot in it. Demon knew he couldn’t seal the deal so he gave the guy 10 extra years on his life. It’s been on the market for forty-years.”

Cas coughs again, the effort makes his chest burn. Dean winces and hands him the water bottle that had been sweating on the side table.

“That’s awful.” He finally says.

“That’s the game.”

“Is it true?”

“No, man.” Dean laughs again. “It’s just something I came up with to make Sammy hate the house a little. We vote on the best story and whoever wins, got to do laundry for the month.” Dean rolls his eyes. “I did a lot of laundry in ‘94.”

Cas wants to say how futile imagination can be. How childish and wasteful. But he also knows how many times he has laid in this bed and thought of Dean reaching across the Impala to kiss him or of them curling together here, like this, close and like a whole piece instead of a broken parts.

“Try it. It’ll take your mind off the flu for a sec, I promise.”

“You promise?” Cas knows Dean doesn’t make promises lightly.

Dean nods, hands him another magazine.

Castiel flips through and finds one. It’s a cottage, spacious despite it’s name, a collision of new fixtures and old charm. The type of place he could imagine folding into. Dean would love to custom it, adding and taking away as he saw fit, tinkering on the Impala in the barn garage out back.

A happy sigh bubbles up as their life their unfolds. A fireplace alive and bright with fresh embers, the five of them--Sam and Jack and Mary too-- spread in the great room in companionable silence, Dean reaching out for Cas’ hand or maybe his head is pillowed in Cas’ lap and--

“Cas, you okay?” Dean’s cool fingers brush just lightly enough to both give Castiel chills and send a spark of fire down into his fingers. He nearly jumps. “Sorry, man, you just were staring. It’s okay, if you don’t want to play. This was a stupid kid thing--”

“No. No. I’m sorry, Dean. I zoned out for a moment.” Dean’s lip quirks at Castiel’s choice of colloquialisms “I choose to believe that this is the lair of a potent Djinn. He lures his victims in by it’s charm and quaint facade and then traps potential buyers into giving them their dreams of a life there, unaware of the falsity.”

Dean blinks. “Wow, that’s more twisted than I was expecting.”

Castiel flips the magazine closed. Chooses another. “The house called for it.”

“Harsh, dude.” Castiel’s stomach flutters at the compliment--what he hopes is one.

“I do like this game. But who won that round?”

Dean grins at him. “You. Definitely you.”

“Dean?” Sam calls from down the hallway. “Cas?”

“In quarantine, Sam!”

Castiel coughs in response.

Sam appears at the doorway holding bags of fast food. “Is the patient up for some burgers and fries?”

“Hell yeah, Sammy. You read my mind.”

Castiel makes a face at the idea of stomaching anything other than the watery soup Mary made earlier.

“It’s okay, Cas.” Dean pats his shoulder gently. “Another Winchester sick-day tradition. It helps, trust me.”

And as Dean assists him to a sitting position and the three of them spread their grease filled meals on brightly colored wrappers, Castiel realizes he might not hate sick days after all. Or what comes with them.

#destiel #my first destiel please take pity on me #dean winchester and castiel ficlet #drabble #sick day drabble #i also have the flu take pity on me

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atlfics · 5 years

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That’s What Best Friends Are For- All Time Low Fanfiction

Alex helps Jack deal with a breakup. Word Count: 2420

TW: mental health issues

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When Alex woke up with a fever about halfway through the tour that they were currently on, it stressed everybody out, except for Jack. On tour, Jack was Alex’s primary caretaker when he was under the weather, because he was able to comfort Alex better than the rest of the band, and Alex was always able to return the favor. Jack always did everything he could to help Alex feel better, like making him a lot of tea, giving him a bunch of medicine, and cuddling with him often.

Two days after he got sick, they had a show to perform in Indianapolis, which proved to be a pretty challenging show for Alex. His voice was shot from his constant coughing, he was shaky and freezing cold the whole time, and he even had to run offstage towards the end to get sick. Jack felt bad for his friend, he hated seeing Alex so miserable. Once they were finally done with their set, they walked offstage, and took off their instruments.

“Alex, you look like shit,” Rian observed.

“Thanks, asshole,” Alex replied with a cough.

“Why don’t you go back on the bus and rest up, you really need it,” Zack suggested.

“I’ll go with you, dude,” Jack added.

“Yeah, let’s go, I feel terrible,” Alex replied, hugging himself to counter his chills. It was currently November, making it quite cold, and Jack knew that this weather would do nothing good for Alex, so he helped his friend to the bus as quickly as he could.

“Change into sweats, and we can hang out in the back lounge for a bit, if that’s cool with you,” Jack suggested.

“Sounds good to me,” Alex said, before sneezing. Alex quickly changed and went to the back lounge with a blanket and pillow from his bunk. Jack changed into his PJs, then heard his phone go off, so he dug it out of his pocket to see what the notification was. He saw a text from his girlfriend, asking if they could FaceTime for a bit, to talk about something. He walked out to the lounge, and saw Alex setting himself up with his blanket.

“Dude, my girlfriend wants me to call her really quick. I promise it won’t be long, she probably just wants to say goodnight or something, is that cool with you?” Jack asked. He knew that Alex really needed him right now, but he also didn’t want to piss off his girlfriend.

“It’s fine dude, no worries. Take your time, I can promise that I’ll still be here when you’re done,” Alex replied, breaking into a small coughing fit.

“Okay, thanks man. Don’t die on me while I’m gone, we’d be a pretty shitty band without you,” Jack joked, making both of them laugh.

Jack walked out to the front lounge and pulled his phone out, then went to his girlfriend’s contact and clicked on FaceTime. Jack really loved his girlfriend, but he wished that he could see her more often. There was a rule of no girlfriends on the bus, since it was already such a tight space for them and their crew. After a couple of rings, she picked up.

“Hey babe, how’re you?” Jack asked, smiling at her. She looked a bit stressed and upset, which confused Jack.

“Jack, we have to talk,” she said, her voice cracking some.

“What’s wrong?” Jack asked, immediately feeling concerned.

“Jack, I don’t know how to say this, it’s really hard, but I have to do this. Jack, we need to break up,” she explained, making Jack’s heart sink.

“What? Why do you think we have to do that?” Jack asked, feeling anxiety pool in his stomach.

“I can’t do a long-distance relationship anymore,” she said back.

“Why not? Alex and his girlfriend can, and so can Rian and his girlfriend. I know the long-distance thing kind of sucks, but it’s not like we don’t ever have time together,” Jack babbled, still in total shock.

“I hate not having you here with me,” she continued.

“Maybe I can get the guys to consider touring less or something. It’d be kind of hard, but I could probably-“

“Jack, I slept with someone else last night,” she blurted out, interrupting Jack.

“Yo- you what?” Jack was speechless in disbelief. There was no way she really cheated on him, what they had was real love, right?

“I missed you a lot, and I went out and met someone and it happened. I’m not proud of it, but it happened because I missed you. I can’t do this, and I can’t keep being with you after having done this. I hate not being with you, and I just can’t do this anymore,” she explained, now crying. Jack was trying his best to hold back his emotions, not wanting to be too vulnerable. He stayed silent, knowing he’d cry if he tried to say something.

“Jack, please say something,” she tried. Jack took a deep breath before talking.

“I’m a bit stunned right now, but if you can’t do this, and me being on tour is going to lead to this kind of shit happening more in the future, then there’s no point of continuing us,” Jack finally choked out.

“Jack, I’m so sorry,” she said quietly.

“I don’t need your damn apology, thanks for a great eight months,” he replied, his voice cracking.

“I wish we could’ve said goodbye in person,” she said, wiping away a few stray tears.

“I’m glad we didn’t. Goodbye,” Jack replied.

“Goodbye Jack,” she replied as Jack hung up the call. Jack felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest; he’d gone through breakups before, but none of them hurt like this one did. His past relationships were never as serious as he thought this one was. Tears were spilling down his face, his heart was pounding in his chest, his stomach was in knots, and his body felt numb.

He knew that he had to go back to the back and take care of Alex, and he still intended to, but he felt like his world was currently crashing down around him. Jack decided that he could try to fake being okay until Alex fell asleep, then he could grieve his breakup alone.

. Once wiped away his tears and decided that he was calm enough, he walked past the bunks, then to the lounge where Alex was. Alex was wrapped up tightly in his blanket with a bunch of tissues around him, looking at something on his phone. Jack walking back in took Alex’s attention away from his phone, and he could immediately sense that something was up. He knew Jack better than anyone, and Jack seemed off.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Alex asked, sneezing.

“What do you mean?” Jack asked, trying to brush it off.

“Jack, I might be sick but I’m not stupid. I know you better than anyone else, like how you are with me, I can tell something’s up. I don’t care if I’m sick right now, you don’t have to push whatever is wrong aside for my sake,” Alex explained. Jack sat down next to Alex, got under the blanket, and looked at his best friend’s face. He took a deep breath before speaking.

“She broke up with me,” he said, his voice cracking.

“Wait, what? Why?” Alex said, now in shock himself. Whenever he’d seen Jack and his girlfriend, they always seemed happy and into one another, so he could only imagine how Jack was feeling.

“She said she didn’t want to do the long-distance thing anymore. And, apparently, she missed me a lot, so to fix that, she slept with some other guy last night,” Jack explained. At this point, he’d started crying again, tears streaming down his face.

“You’re joking, right?” Alex asked, coughing a bit.

“No, it’s true, and we’re definitely over,” Jack replied. Alex scooted over next to Jack and put his arm around him. Taking his arms out of his blanket made his chills worse, but he didn’t care, Jack mattered more right now. Jack could feel some heat radiating off Alex, but he was so numb from what happened that he decided to ignore it.

“I can’t believe she did this, I don’t even know what to think. I feel so broken because of this,” Jack admitted, putting his head into his hands. Alex wrapped him into a tight hug as the tears shook Jack’s body.

“Dude, you deserve so much better. Anyone who thinks cheating is a good way to get over missing someone is fucking stupid,” Alex stated.

“I really loved her, man. I know we were only together for eight months, but it felt like the most real relationship I’ve ever been in. I guess I’m just stupid for thinking that,” Jack continued, starting to sound angry.

“Jack, you’re not the stupid one here, she is. Having a genuine relationship while on the road is hard and takes a lot of commitment from both people. If she can’t give you that, then she’s not the one,” Alex explained, before sneezing.

“You’ve been in a relationship for like forever now, and it’s been fine when we’ve been on tour and stuff,” Jack countered.

“It’s not always just been totally fine, we’ve been off and on, you know that. It took us years to finally be able to figure this shit out. It’s not easy, and really sucks sometimes,” Alex continued.

“It still ended up working out for you; do you think it’s just me? Like, I guess I’m not good enough, and she used the distance thing as an excuse, so she could hide the real reason. Am I that awful? Am I just never going to be in a real, successful, committed relationship?” Jack asked. Alex felt his heart break as Jack cried harder.

“Jack, you deserve so much better than how she treated you, everyone who knows you personally would agree. We have so many fans who love you, too, and while they don’t know us the way that our friends and family do, they all see the best in you. You’ve helped turn people’s lives around just by being in this band. People love and care about you, and someday you’ll have someone in your life who proves what I’m saying to you,” Alex said.

“Well, as far as our band goes, I think that people are more appreciative of you, you write all of our lyrics that they connect to, I just make a bunch of dick jokes,” Jack countered.

“Lyrics are important, but you can make people laugh so effortlessly. I know you’ve had fans tell you that listening to you make jokes has been able to turn their whole day around. You make people laugh when they don’t think that they can, myself included. Hell, I’ve felt absolutely terrible these past few days, but having you around has made this awful flu a bit more tolerable. This breakup has nothing to do with you as a person, this is completely on her,” Alex explained, making Jack smile a bit. Alex suddenly broke into a coughing fit, and Jack rubbed his friend’s back until it went away.

“Don’t work yourself up too much, dude, I don’t want you to get worse,” Jack said, sounding concerned.

“I won’t, don’t worry. But I meant what I said, you are a fantastic person, so please don’t let this bullshit affect how you view yourself. Any girl would be so lucky to be able to call you her boyfriend, please believe me on all of this,” Alex continued, hoping Jack would see his point.

“Thank you, Alex, all of what you’ve said really means a lot to me. Just the fact that she slept with someone else, it really made me feel like I wasn’t good enough. I hate this, and it still hurts like hell, but what you’ve said has helped make it hurt a little bit less. Thank you, having you as my best friend really makes times like this a bit easier,” Jack replied, making both of them smile.

“No problem, dude. I’ll always be here for you,” Alex said. They went in to give each other a hug, but stopped when Alex quickly pulled away, gagging.

“Shit, are you alright?” Jack asked, remembering just how sick Alex was. He put his hand on his stomach and shut his eyes, hissing at the pain. Suddenly, he shook his head, and Jack quickly grabbed the bucket that was placed in the back for this reason. Alex began to get sick in it, and Jack rubbed his back until he was done, then Jack took the bucket to the bathroom and cleaned it out, leaving it on the counter. He walked back to the lounge, and saw Alex wrapped back up in his blanket, a hand still on his stomach.

“Are you alright?” Jack asked, sitting next to him again.

“I feel like shit, this flu really fucking sucks. Are you going to be okay?” Alex replied, more concerned for his friend than himself, like usual.

“It hurts, and it probably will for a while, but having you by my side makes it a little bit better,” Jack replied.

“Just like having you makes this flu slightly less shitty. When I’m finally well again, you and I are going to go out and party, and we can try to make you forget all about this. I wish I could do that for you tonight,” Alex said.

“That sounds really fun, we’ll definitely do that as soon as you’re well enough to, but for now, we need to get you better. Want to put on a movie and fall asleep out here?” Jack suggested.

“That sounds good, want to watch Home Alone? Maybe that’ll help you some,” Alex replied, making both of them smile.

“Of course I do! Alex, thank you for being here for me, I couldn’t have handled this alone,” Jack said.

“No problem, I’ll be here whenever you need me, with this type of thing, and in general. Thank you for helping me feel a bit better. Being sick sucks, especially on the road, but you helping me means a lot,” Alex said back.

Jack turned on the TV and selected the movie, then they snuggled into each other, Alex needing warmth and Jack needing companionship. They eventually fell asleep, feeling lucky to have each other as best friends, and knowing they could get through anything together.

A/N: Hey guys! I wrote this story about a month ago and it's actually one of my favorite stories I've ever written. I hope you all enjoyed this story as much as I do! I'll have another one up asap, so be on the lookout for that! Lots of love, Liv

#alex gaskarth #jack barakat #rian dawson #zack merrick #atl #all time low #sickfic #hurt comfort #hurtcomfort

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chezhermione · 3 years

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The Rona, Racism & Other Revolutions

Once upon a time, in the 2 thousandth & 20th year, on the 3rd rock from the sun (aka Earth) there came a global pandemic. A plague, a virus, a threat to the lives of every human being. The whole world was quarantined. All jobs were indefinitely suspended, save for those that were deemed “essential.” We were told that this virus, called Covid-19, Coronavirus (for the fact that under electron microscopic examination, each virion is surrounded by a corona, crown or halo 🦠) or as some nicknamed it, “The Rona,” was spread between people in close contact with one another (within 6 feet) via respiratory droplets produced when an infected person coughed, sneezed, or spoke. These droplets could land in the mouths or noses of others nearby and possibly be inhaled into their lungs. Also, the Rona could be spread by people who were asymptomatic. We were required by our government to stay inside and to disinfect everything, as it was initially believed that the virus could live on certain surfaces and thus be spread. If we had to leave our homes to obtain necessities, we were instructed to protect ourselves by wearing masks (😷) gloves (🧤) and by socially distancing ourselves (😍>6ft< 😔). We washed our hands incessantly, we took our temperatures 🌡, we were ever vigilant about checking ourselves for symptoms: fever 🤒 or chills 🥶, persistent cough 🤭, shortness of breath or difficulty breathing 🥵, fatigue 😰, body aches, headaches 🤯, loss of taste/smell 😶, sore throats, congestion or runny noses 🤧, nausea or vomiting 🤢/🤮, or everyone’s favorite, diarrhea 💩💩💩. Those dedicated individuals whose jobs were considered essential had even more stringent restrictions… Isolation was our mantra.

It was the end of life as we knew it and the beginning of what would be called “the new normal,” - a phrase I grew sick and tired of by the 3rd week of quarantine… but I digress. The Rona was literally the alpha and the omega (ΑΩ) of the entire planet (🌎). Not one living thing was left untouched. As for the omega part of the equation, this ending brought much fear, anxiety and stress about how or if our lives would/could continue. Was this the apocalypse?... No one really knew, least of all the authority figures that we all felt should know. We were all long on questions and alarmingly short on answers.

As for the alpha side of this quantum dilemma, it is still a work in progress. The range of predictions goes from fatalistic “destruction, terror and mayhem” (in my best LL Cool J) to a new world order where we will actually hold these truths to be self evident (for reals), that ALL humans (not just the straight, white ones) are created equal and endowed by their Creator (whom or whatever you chose that to be… or not) with certain unalienable rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the (mother-fucking) pursuit of happiness! (Yes, I took some poetic license with the Declaration of Independence in pursuit of my own mfing happiness - deal with it 😎).

This offering is a literary glimpse into my own process of evolution through the chaos and confusion of this world shaking event. I offer enhanced and/or edited versions of my journal entries as well as poetic verses that provide insight, commentary and perhaps even humor on how I managed to stay safe and sane. It takes place in the time frame between March 14, 2020 (my 1st day of quarantine) and June 30th (just as the world was beginning to open back up)... Please read with a tear and smile readily available… Peace ☮️

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sicklylittlesnowflake · 7 years

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“You could never be a burden, [Keith], when all I’ve wanted to do is care for you.” Klance with Keith being stubborn idiot not wanting to burden Lance. Thank you!!! :)

(Ooh my first sick keef fic!!! Also anon when u said stubborn idiot I really did give u a stubborn idiot lol..also this is short for now while I try to get back into the swing of things!!)

Keith could not have had a worse day.

He feels like the whole world, an entire galaxy, the entire universe is on his shoulders, and it’s so so heavy and weighing down on him. Keith doesn’t think he’s strong enough. He can feel it tip, tilting and about to fall away. Because he’s not strong enough.

Keith doesn’t want to be a leader, he never asked for this. He finds it hard to connect with other people and downright just speak to them, let alone lead them to protect the entire universe.

He is beyond stressed, losing himself within the depths of his own mind as he desperately tries to calculate and process this all. In the process he just loses himself, detached from his own body as he floats away from everyone else.

In the midst of his haze he hasn’t even realised that somewhere in the middle of all of this, he’s gotten sick.

Keith doesn’t get sick very often, he’s had a strong immune system all his life, but he’s still (half) human, so naturally, he gets sick. Especially when the universe throws this overwhelming duty upon him that he has no interest in bestowing. He feels a little woozy, a bit off and there’s a tiredness looming over his entire body that weighs him down. He feels heavy and warm in the most draining way, and also feeling so bitterly cold it nips at him, leaving his body trembling.

Keith only realises he’s sick as he fails to dodge a shot from one of Lotor’s goons at the Black Lion. He groans in frustration, wondering why he wasn’t in his A game, why he couldn’t just snap out of it, and it finally hits him.

As the beam of light hits black, his head overlords with sensory stimuli and it pierces deep into his head. Keith grunts in pain, teeth clenched as his headache intensifies. He winces as the light blinds him, and Black slows down. A wave of nausea hits him and he is rendered useless for the next few moments, and that is a big enough window of time for Lotor and his goons to disappear into the fog.

“Keith? You alright?”

Keith hisses in frustration, his grip on his controls tightening in anger as he realises his mistake.

“I’m fine, Lance! We’ve lost Lotor, c'mon, we’ve got to go after him!”

“Uh, Keith? I’m detecting some sort of unknown elements in the fog and I really don’t think it’s a good idea!” Hunk warns worriedly.

“We’re fine,” Keith hisses, his headache probing at him repeatedly and blazing with fury. Lotor is not going to get away, no one else is going to get hurt, he’s going to end this once and for all. He is not going to fail. He won’t let anyone down. Not anymore.

He charges Black forward at maximum speed, making a beeline for the dog where Lotor disappeared. He’s shaking, and he doesn’t know if that’s his fever or if that’s the adrenaline pumping through his body. He can feel his heart racing and pumping blood into his veins, his headache reaches a blinding peak, and all he can see is forward.

“Keith! Don’t do this!” He can hear Lance yell.

Keith charges on, he keeps heading towards the fog until it engulfs him completely.

“Keith, stop it! STOP! KEITH!!”

Then everything stops all at once.

Everything goes numb and everything is so light. Black tilts, and everything goes silent as she begins to free fall towards the ground. She’s losing strength, and everything is so hauntingly peaceful and quiet that Keith cant feel anything. He’s falling into a void, a vacuum, the epitome of a nihilistic state.

He’s falling.

Falling into nothingness. It’s hauntingly beautiful, this way. Keith would take feeling nothing over everything. Because prior to this Keith could feel everything and it was too much.

It’s peaceful as he falls.

He can faintly hear distressed yelling and Keith is so feverish he’s not even sure if it’s real. He doesn’t know what’s real anymore, if he is. He can only feel the lightness of his fall, the fear ablaze in his heart mixed eerily with a ominous sense of calm. A strange acceptance.

Then suddenly he feels a violent crash, a flash of red colliding into him and pushing him into a cliff, breaking his fall.

Keith gasps at the sudden change in atmosphere and braces himself for the impact as Black scrapes against the rocky surface. He opens his eyes when he believes the worst of it is over and gasps to see the Red Lion drop and lose function. Black goes offline shortly after.

Red then opens up and Lance comes running out, red faced and eyes wild with fear and worry.

“Keith!” Lance screams worriedly, running towards Black.

Keith hisses in pain, unable to help the strangled whimper that escapes his throat as his headache reaches a blinding peak. He bangs his head against the control panel, gritting his teeth. He’s not sure if it’s out of frustration at the pain he’s feeling or having burdened and let down Lance like this. He can’t burden Lance anymore than he already is.

Keith picks himself up off of the chair and staggers out of the Lion, trying to seem as normal and not in pain as he could. When he meets Lance’s eyes he sees that they are wild and blazing with worry.

A pang of guilt and resentment for himself shoots throughout Keith’s body, realising what he had just done. He had failed again, he let everyone down. Keith wasn’t good enough.

“Keith! What was that?!” Lance exclaims worriedly as he runs towards him. Keith’s fever somehow makes him misinterpret Lance’s genuine concern with belittlement.

“I know I messed up, Lance!” Keith hisses defensively, pushing Lance away when he gets close to him.

Lance’s face falls, and his eyes go dark and his open arms drop to his sides as he freezes. Keith hates the way the light in Lance’s eyes flicker dangerously and how his bottom lip is slightly quivering.

But Lance picks himself before he can fall apart and he’s tensing up defensively. He straightens and tries to look stronger and put together but Lance can’t find the way his hands still shake from Keith.

“I was just worried for you, Keith, forgive me for trying to look out for you,” Lance grunts defensively as he backs away from Keith and tears his gaze off of him. Lance starts to look everywhere but Keith’s eyes and slumps down on the ground, crossing his arms.

Keith feels awfully guilty, but he needs to stay cold so he can’t burden Lance with this illness, “You can’t just sit there.”

Lance huffs, “Well, what do you want me to do, mullet? Our lions are both clearly offline and we can either wait for the others to find us or wait til’ they come back online. Sitting here is all I can do.”

Keith sighs and feels an overwhelming wave of exhaustion hit him. He’s far too tired to deal with any of this, and he sits down next to Lance in defeat. He keeps his distance though, he’s feverish and sick but he has his pride.

His shoulders slump lifelessly as his hair falls over his face, his body trembling with chills. Keith’s eyes feel heavy, drooping and yearning for sleep. He feels unbelievably weak, like there’s a huge weight weighing down on him. Like this responsibility is whats making him sick in the first place.

Keith’s body trembles, and lets out a series of soft, but congested little coughs into his shoulder. His chest feels sore and achy as he coughs. They have a hoarse, barking timbre to it and it leaves a soreness behind in his chest and leaving him more exhausted than he is. Keith brings his knees up and hugs them to try and warm himself up, anchoring to himself in fear that his body would fail on him and collapse if he let go.

“That was really stupid,” Lance says suddenly, Keith doesn’t even know if Lance is speaking to him, his voice low and dull. He doesn’t look at him when he speaks.

“Yeah yeah, I get it Lance, I know I screwed up. Hell, I don’t even know where the others are, and this is all because I made a bad call, I’m sorry okay?!” Keith exclaims, but he’s strained and exhausted. He’s too empty and weak to fight anymore.

“I’m not talking about that. And the others are fine,” Lance says tiredly.

Keith doesn’t respond, mostly because his brain can’t compute anything and he’s far too tired and exhausted. He just wants to sleep. He shudders, an itch blossoming in his sinuses that rip out a throaty sneeze out of him, which he barely covers with his elbow.

Lance is suddenly alarmed, turning his head to view his state and his eyes widen.

“Jesus, Keith, you’re shivering. You need to go back inside–”

Keith can’t handle this, he’s in so much pain and he feels so guilty, he feels so sick and weak and exhausted and he doesn’t want any of this. His brain is overloading and he’s so overwhelmed, his breathing picks up slightly as tears begin to prick at his eyes. He can’t do this anymore.

“Why do you even care, Lance?! Since when do you care?!” Keith hisses bitterly, and his words stab icy daggers into Lance’s heart because Keith can see it happen. He’s such a fuck up. He can’t do anything right.

“Since when, Keith?! Since when?! In case you didn’t know I came after you when you fell into the fog! I came after you when everyone was yelling it was too dangerous because I care, Keith! I care!” Lance yells, clearly very upset. Tears prick his eyes, and the volume is too much for Keith’s sickened mind. It’s all too much.

“I’m so upset that you would even go so far as to imply that I don’t! I came after you because I made a promise to myself to do whatever it takes to keep you safe, because I care, dammit!” Lance cries, a few tears spilling from his eyes. He aggressively wipes them off of his face and turns away from Keith again, seething in anger and betrayal, breathing heavily.

Keith can’t compute this.

His head hurts so so much, he feels so sick and weak, and the whole world is spinning. It’s spinning too fast and Keith can’t keep up. He’s overwhelmed by the prospect of being taken care of, when he’s spent so many years alone he’s forgotten that he’s a person who can be cared for. He was so sure that no one would ever care for him and Lance was turning everything around, making him reevaluate the safe thick walls he’s built for himself.

He can’t take it.

Keith bursts into tears, his entire body racked with sobs. His body convulses as strangled sobs tear their way out of Keith’s threat. He buries his face in his hands as the tears spill from his face and into his hands.

“Keith?!”

Lance inches closer to Keith, and he reaches out to hold him but hesitates.

“Can I..?”

“Please,” Keith cries out, reaching out for Lance desperately. He needs this. He’s been so alone for so long he just needs someone to tell him it’s going to be alright.

Lance is at his side in an instant, taking Keith into his arms and letting Keith bury his head into chest. He embraces him with so much love and care, whatever it takes to make this all stop. Lance can’t take this. He rubs his back soothingly, kissing the top of Keith’s head. Lance hesitates for a moment.

“..Keith..you’re sick,” He realises, as he feels the heat pouring off of the boy.

“I’m sorry Lance, I don’t want to burden you, I’m so sorry I got us into this mess,” Keith cries.

“We can fix it, it’s okay, Keith. And you’re not a burden, if you’re a burden, what am I?” Lance says without a thought, and suddenly they’re both freezing up as they both realise the weight of what was just said.

The silence is agonising.

“…We’re both pretty screwed up, huh?” Keith finally says.

Lance manages a shaky chuckle at that, “..Yup. But Keith..I’m so sorry I blew up at you like that..I didn’t know you were sick..”

Keith lets out a shaky exhale as he tries and regain his composure, “..I’m sorry too..I just..short circuit when people care about me..ask Shiro when he comes back..I just..i’m not used to it, and it’s..just too much for me.”

Lance sighs softly and tightens his embrace, “You’re going to have to get used to it then, because I’m going to make it my life mission to make sure you are filled with so much care every day. I care about you so much Keith, and I hope you know this.”

“I don’t want to be a burden,” Keith whispers, voice cracking.

“You could never be a burden, Keith, when all I’ve wanted to do is care for you.” Lance whispers lovingly, nuzzling his nose into Keith’s soft hair.

Keith relaxed under his warm, loving embrace. He felt safe right here in his arms, and the world which seemed so big just moments ago suddenly seemed very small in Lance’s arms. Maybe it was because Lance was all he could see now, and that was a world Keith certainly did not mind living in.

"You’re going to be okay, Keith, I promise you once we get back I’ll take care of you. I’ll do it right, and I’ll make you sure you’re never alone ever again,” Lance promises softly.

Keith can only nod, he doesn’t know how much time has passed because with Lance all time seems to stop but the lights of a familiar Yellow Lion near them and he couldn’t help but sink further into Lance’s arms knowing that they would be just okay.

With Lance beside him the weight of the universe lifted off of his shoulders and he felt a lot lighter with Lance sharing it with him. Lance was someone Keith didn’t really mind sharing the universe with.

He was much stronger with him by his side. Lance kept him grounded, holding him steady and this time Keith was sure he wasn’t float away.

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