I love when characters have tells when they’re sick. Like specific tells unique to them, like one character has really messy hair when they’re not feeling well. Another wears one certain t-shirt because it’s the most comfortable thing they own. Another falls asleep at exactly 8:00 every night when they’re getting a cold. Another is more enthusiastic and energized and everyone noticed because it’s the exact opposite of anyone else when they’re sick.
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The team having a long night’s rest by the campfire. Looks comfy
I know I said I was taking a break from tumblr and I AM but I… couldn’t stop thinking about this post !! There’s no angst in this and it’s really sappy! It’s always really sappy.
But anyways take this.
Lance felt a little guilty about leaving Keith home alone with such a bad cold, but it had been necessary. It was just a soup and supply run, but Lance didn’t miss the frown on Keith’s face when he said he had to get up, didn’t miss the soft sigh just before he closed the bedroom door. He hadn’t looked back on purpose.
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I love the way you write soft whump!! Would you consider writing a sickfic in which A is very sick (fever, weakness, the works) but keeps trying to get up and do things so B and C have to band together to keep them in bed and take care of them?
thank you so much!! and thanks for being patient - this was a perfect prompt for @sicktember!
“Finally got them back in bed,” C says, walking back into the living room where B is watching TV.
“What was it this time?” B asks, eyes not leaving the screen.
C huffs a laugh. “They were trying to reorganize the bookshelves.”
B rolls their eyes. “Why? You wouldn’t catch them dead doing that if they were healthy.”
C shrugs. “I guess fevers make them restless? In any case, they should be–”
A crash interrupts their train of thought, and both B and C look up the stairs, groaning in unison as they head back to A’s bedroom.
But A’s not in the rumpled covers, nor are they in B or C’s beds (of which they tried to change the sheets twice already today). No, this time they’ve crawled to the bathroom, where they’re carefully lining up all the bath products from the cupboard along the floor next to the shower. A blanket’s tangled around their shoulders, and their hair is sleep-mussed and wild.
“A, honey,” B kneels down next to them, laying a hand on their shoulder. “You shouldn’t be up.”
“I have to return these, B. There’s too many.” Their voice is scratchy, frantic, and their glassy eyes are wide. “But I can’t find the shampoo.” They’re clutching a bottle of body wash to their chest, lower lip trembling like they’re ready to burst into tears.
B presses their other hand against A’s forehead, then looks up at C with worried eyes. “Their fever’s worse.”
C nods, kneeling down on the floor next to the other two. “A? We can take care of this later. Right now, you need to get back in bed.” They gently pry the bottle out of A’s trembling hand and hoist them up, B with their arm around their other side. A is dead weight between them, and C catches B’s eyes as they stumble down the hallway.
“Desperate measures?” C asks.
“Desperate measures,” B replies.
When they get to the bedroom, C pours another dose of flu medicine into the small plastic cup, and B helps prop A up on the bed so they can choke the cherry-flavored liquid down. Afterwards, they ease A back under the covers, then C and B take their places on both sides of them.
“What….what’re you doing?” A’s still out of it, but they’re lucid enough to know that C and B are two unusual additions to their bed.
“Making sure you stay,” B says, gently tapping A’s nose. “Close your eyes and let the medicine do the work. We’ll be right next to you.”
A looks like they want to argue, but their eyes are already slipping shut, and the protests die on their lips. In minutes, they’re unconscious, as evidenced by their short, shallow breaths. B leans up on one elbow, casting a nervous glance at C.
“They’re really sick, aren’t they?” B’s voice is hardly more than a whisper.
C nods. “Yeah, they are.” They gaze down at A’s sleeping form, raising a hand to brush a lock of their hair behind their ear. “But they’ll be okay. We’ll make sure of it.”
Still, neither of them leave A’s side for the rest of the night.
Team Snakemouth taking in the sights during an expedition to the Giants' Realm.
Spoiler alert: It's actually a city in Brazil.
forgot to post this thing i found in my garage