#fever ideas

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I'm thinking about fevers! Please share with me anything you like about fevers! Tropes, stories, things you like about them? I don't care I just need the content!!

(Actually I'd just be interested in whatever you guys got to say about sickfic in general lol. What's got you guys thinking things today?)

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Anyway an idea

Someone who shivers and shakes when they're exhausted.

Group setting and it's late at night or it's been a few days of late nights (studying, camping, adventuring, bad weather and storms keeping ppl up, movie marathon whatever)

Person starts shaking and shivering

Option a: "oh. You're shaking. Jeezy you really should sleep. We can pause/I can watch for and update you after a nap? Even 20 minutes or something."

Shaking so bad they're dropping things or rattling what they are holding "Nah I'm fine."

Exhaustion qnd arguing to get them to even just lay down for q bit to let their body rest and sneakily trying to lull them to sleep (or not so sneakily but I just rly love the idea of kind of subtle back rubs or brushing through their hair and the person melting a little but stubbornly insisting it won't work)

Option b: it's well known they shake when tired so there's a few "eh catch a cat nap" or even "just a few more hours. I guess try a sweater? Water? Idk" and the person is like yeah ill be fine just tired

But when it's time to sleep/they cave and try to do a cat nap/something happens a few minutes later and they're so sensitive and cold they can't. Fever and aches and the shaking won't stop. And they try to keep it secret and be quiet.

And then someone catches on that this is a little more intense than exhaustion shakes. And soft gentle caretaking happens. But the fever is so prickly and uncomfortable they can't get near sleep at all.

Finally wrapped up to quell the chills and the fever starts to stabilize- the exhaustion shakes kick in and the anguish and frustration and just how damn tired they are and how unwell they feel hits. And now theyre shaking again and getting too warm even for their own fevered perception

And tldr frustration tear tracks and a heavy comfortable sleep and someone holding them because skin to skin, human warmth, the rhythmic patterns rubbed on their back override the prickling pain and they finally.... finally fall asleep

[luciunknown]

"What are you wearing?"

"Swimsuit?"

"With the top?"

"Waah of course! I'm a... man now"

"Have been for the last five years..."

"Old habits die hard I guess?"

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Midnight Steter ideas (delusions) #1.1

What if stiles and derek are childhood friends?

like... they had the same classes together, were the same age, grew up together and all that?

And Derek and Laura still vanish right after the fire. Leaving behind stiles and peter

And stiles can't understand why.

Because it hurt like he had lost family too

Because after his dad fell into his drunk depression he spent all his time at the hale house

And suddenly the people who loved him and fed him and helped him with his homework are gone

And sure, the last few months he had seen a little less of them

Because Derek had found better friends and had started to ignore him

But he still babysat cora sometimes. Peter still picked him up from the library sometimes with Laura or talia or Jonah to stop by the diner on the way home to get something to eat. And now Laura and Derek are gone, and stiles never even saw him aside from that devastating night standing outside of his father's police cruiser hearing peters screams as he was carted away in the ambulance. Derek made eye contact with him then just left.

And he thought maybe they were going to the hospital

So stiles begged his dad to drive him over

And he sat in peters room watching him breath through all the machines. He sat and he waited and he waited and they never showed up

Until his father comes in at 4 am covered in soot with a grim expression in his face

Saying that they had left and he didn't know where

And stiles just, squares his shoulders and tells his dad to go to home, get a shower and get some rest.

And his dad prompts him to come with him but he shakes his head face grim. As he looks at peters pain twisted scars. "I'm staying here dad... I'll come home in the morning when Mellissa comes on shift." And John knowing a lost fight when he sees one just swipes his hand down his tired face and nods backing out.

John doesn't go home that night. He sleeps on the cot in the station going over everything he can. The hale were friends and he wants to know how this happened. Beside he doesn’t come home much anyway....

Neglectful dad... great cop... but he tries.

As soon as John leaves the room stiles grabs peters non burned hand. And just starts talking

Not knowing if peter can hear him. But knows peter would want the truth

"Hey peter... it's... it's just us now... I mean Derek and Laura are still alive, but they..." he shook his head and swallowed his grief. "They left us peter." His grip tightened as a surge of rage welled up from beneath the hurt. "They just... they tucked tail and ran."

And he knows it's not fair

Being mad at them

They just lost their entier family in one night

And grief is handled in different ways

If peter were able he would have laughed at the analogy

But he couldn't

So silence hung in the room

As stiles breathed deep and rest his head against the unmarried half of his chest

Listening to the steady thrum of peters heart

"You'll get better... you'll get better and I'll be here, and you won't be alone.... you won't." He whispered fiercely

He closed his eyes and hoped he wouldn't dream of fire.

Within peter. In the dark... buried beneath the pain and the loss. His wolf howled mournfully and with rage. Latching onto the single pack thread that still glowed strong. Latched onto it with teeth and claws and held on for all he was worth. The bright gold thread pulsing with the same hurt and rage. "Friend, pack, safe, protect" his wolf felt. And settled into the darkness to heal.

Stiles is Derek's age?... maybe?

He baby sat cora who is scots age

He sometimes babysits scott too

Since Melissa took such good care of him and his dad. That’s why he knows her

So he is 15? Now... 16?

Or is he 17... since Derek was 15 for page... but that death didn't happen. Because that was about the time stiles mom died and so most of the hales were hovering around the stilinskis at the time. Including peter.

So Paige just moved away

Derek was still sad... but not distraught

But still fell into kate anyway

The French teacher... stiles took Spanish so he didn’t see it. Didn’t know that was why Derek had pulled away.

Anyway, stiles is... 17. Old enough to drive and have a job and shit...

Melissa jostles stiles awake around 9am telling him to go home and take a shower that he smells like fire. Stiles flinches and Melissa curses her stupid mouth. She hugs the boy. And stiles cards his long fingers gently through peters hair. Before bidding goodbye. And driving home.

Stiles doesn't see the cruiser in the drive way

Assumes his dad stayed at the precinct again

As usual. It stopped hurting a long time ago.

And goes to unlock the door

He almost didn't hear it

Almost in his tired state dismissed it as a noise he made or a delusion all together

But something prickles at the back of his neck tugs on his chest, made him take notice. Made him check

He strained his ears and heard it again. A noise from the tree house in the back of his yard that he and Derek and Laura (his dad and peter and talias husband Lukas) has built when they were younger.

And his heart lept, for a moment stiles though it might be Derek, maybe he had waited to say goodbye after all?

Maybe... maybe... the sudden quiet sounds of a baby crying make all his thoughts stop as he rushed around to the back of the house and scaled the tree.

There, covered in mud and soot and blood sat little Cora hale and the youngest of the hale family. Malia, daughter of peter. A scandal that had shocked the whole hale family when the mother had left her on the portch with but a short note attached. Even more surprising was when peter stepped up to take care of her.

Cora sat curled into the corner of the tree house with baby malia clutched to her chest like a life line. Wedged between a beanbag chair and the wall.

Not knowing what to say, stiles took in the wild harried frightened state of her and said the first thing that came to mind

"I bet you two are pretty hungry by now huh?"

Hitting himself for not knowing what to say was so busy berating himself that he almost didn't catch the baby and child who had all but flung herself at stiles sobbing

Gently pulling the whimpering baby from Cora's grasp as she in turn latched her small arms around his middle. He checked over the slightly damp disgruntled baby. In one hand and then curled the other around Cora. "Hey there dragon slayer, you’re safe now, you protected the princess in the tower and the evil has fled. You were so brave and did such a good job. None of the dragons fire touched her. How about I reward your bravery, with a nice meal and a hot bath?" Cora nodded into stiles stomach where her sobs were starting to wind down. And pulled away.

When stiles baby sat scott and Cora it was always a game they played. The tree house being the tower... though usually stiles ended up being the princess

While Cora and scott slayed imaginary dragons

Carefully stiles tucked the baby close to him and climbed out of the thankfully low to the ground tree house.

Watching carefully as Cora nimbly decended and latched herself to stiles like a lamprey. Stiles wound his free hand around her small shoulders and guided her into the house through the back door and into the kitchen.

He emmediately started heating a bottle of milk for malia and making a cup of cocoa for Cora. And as she sniffles quietly over her mug. Stiles pulled the milk off the stove to let it cool and called his dad from the phone in the kitchen.

His dad picked up on the 2nd ring. Sighing. "Hey stiles, I know I'm not home and I said I would be, but I've still got paperwork and." Stiles cut his dad off mid rant. "That's great and all but I've got two tiny hales sitting in my kitchen, and I need you to not freak out, or tell anyone they are here until you've finished your investigation, can you do that? Because if you can't, I will take them and hide. Because something has Cora spooked and she is the bravest of literally all the hales." At that Cora looked up both surprised and pleased. Then went back to slowly sipping her cocoa.

"Stiles... I know you, we can set them up in a safe house or something, this isn't your responsibility. Yes they were good to you, but I won't be around to help you take care of them." Stiles cut him off again.

"No, they aren't my responsibility, but they are mine. My friends. My family, mine. And I won't abandon them just like I would never abandon you. Now don't argue with me or I'll make you eat green foods only for the rest of the month. I need to call Melissa so she can come over and make sure neither Cora or Malia have any lasting damage due to smoke inhalation."

"After that, and only after we know they are physically okay, can you start your questioning. Okay? Good. I'll make stake tonight. You can even have mashed potatoes with extra cheese like you like." And then befor his dad could argue or respond he hung up

And dialed the hospital to talk to Mellissa

Once Melissa was in the phone he gave her the rundown requesting her to pick up some clean Cora and Malia sized clothes, which he knew she would know sizes since she also had babysat the smaller hales from time to time seeing as they were in the same class as scott and had gotten along well.

After stiles hung up. He turned to Cora. "So I know you heard all that, and know Melissa is coming over wit some clean clothes for you, but I bet you'd like to go ahead and take a bath. Get all that mud and everything off of you." At this cora nodded quickly and made her way to the bathroom upstairs shedding her clothes like a tiny tornado. Stiles just smiled and picked them up and threw them in the bin in the kitchen before making his way upstairs to find Cora already making a bubble bath

He laughed as Cora all but flung herself into the bubble bath, busting herself with some of the toys she had left the last time stiles had babysat them over night. When Cora caught him staring she tilted her head in question. "Nothing just though you had the right idea with the bubble bath. Hope don't mind wearing one of my tee shirts when you get out... I'll even let you wear the lacrosse hoodie okay?" At this Cora cheered. "Thanks stiles!" And then dunked her head under the water sloshing some of it into the bathroom floor.

Stiles laughed and started pulling off malias dirty clothes and diaper. Washing her in the sink while singing the little mermaid with Cora.

After maila was in a fresh diaper and swaddled in the softest blanket. And Cora wash swimming in stiles lacrosse hoodie. Stiles had barely sat down on the couch when the doorbell rang. Instantly Cora had wedged herself behind stiles unsure of who was visiting. Only to relax completely when Melissa came barging through the door. With bags of baby stuff and things for a 6 year old little girl.

And surprisingly, or not surprisingly a small sad eyed scott and food groceries.

As soon as Cora saw scott and his puppy eyes it was wailing all over again. The two 6 year olds crying and hugging in a pile on the living room floor.

And pain lanced through stiles heart at he was once again reminded of everything they had lost, the Cora had lost. But he still had Cora and Malia and peter. So he would hold up. For them. Always. He shushed Malia before she started crying with the sad duo. And pulled blanked and pillows off the couch onto the floor for a now exhausted scott and Cora to curl up on and under. And pressed play on the remote for the vcr. Letting lilo and stitch play in the background for them while he brought Melissa into the kitchen with himself and a now sleeping malia.

They traded loads. Melissa taking Malia and a new onesie she had bought on her way over with many other essentials. And sat at the kitchen table dressing her and stile quickly rifled through the bags sorting them and putting the food away.