Sorry this took so long, I was working last night. Anyway, I’ve come with LJ fics! I will say that LJ died out many years ago, as far as WWE fic. Also, the comm I ran all revolved around Cody and Ted and sometimes Randy, so that’s where I can make the most recs. Centon, if you want any of that, will take me longer to dig up some good stuff. So, for now, I’m gonna give you links to the Fic Awards we did. It’s 3 posts of the best of the best
Here’s year 1: http://codiasi.livejournal.com/704697.html
Here’s year 2: http://codiasi.livejournal.com/906967.html
Here’s year 3: http://codiasi.livejournal.com/1028384.html
I wrote this one right now because I can relate. Boy howdy, can I relate...
16 is Person A is sick and Person B takes care of them
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“Bless you,” Ted says after Randy sneezes four times consecutively.
“Thanks.”
Ten minutes later, it happens again. “You ok there, bud?” Ted asks after the latest round of sneezing.
“I don’t know,” Randy tells him, leaning back a little so he can turn his head and look at Ted. His back is pressed up against the arm of the couch now, Ted’s arm still stretched out behind his back, though, instead of resting on his shoulder. “I might be getting sick.”
“I hope not.” Ted gets Randy to sit back where he was before, pressing a kiss to the top of his head.
Later on, after Randy continues to sneeze periodically, he says as they’re sitting together in bed, “I can feel the post nasal drip already settling in.”
“So, you’re definitely sick, then?” Ted asks, though he can hear the change in Randy’s voice, hear how his normally deep rumble has become all nasally.
“Yeah. Yeah, definitely sick.” Randy drops his head back onto the headboard, because this is the last thing he wants.
“Do you have everything you need? Water, tissues, cough drops, cold meds?” Ted asks him, turning into mama hen on the spot.
“No.”
“What do you need, then? I’ll go grab it for you.”
Randy glances to his bedside table that’s got nothing on it but his cell phone. “Everything that you just mentioned?”
Ted sighs, but gives Randy’s cheek a peck before getting out of bed to go gather up the needed sick supplies. He’s glad it just seems like a cold, though, and nothing worse than that. Still, even when it’s just a cold Randy becomes a two year old child who suddenly can’t do a thing on his own. Not that he’s really any better. Which is why he’s ok with taking care of Randy, because he knows that Randy does the same for him. He returns to the bedroom a few minutes later holding an armful of things for Randy. He’s got three bottles of water, a whole bag of cough drops, two boxes of tissues and two nighttime cold pills.
“Thank you, baby,” Randy says when Ted comes back and arranges everything on the tabletop next to him.
Randy downs two bottles of water before he manages to fall asleep. Ted is woken up three of the four times Randy wakes up to use to bathroom in the middle of the night, because Randy grumbles, groans and cusses each time he has to get up. He does try to do it quietly, but he generally forgets about inside voices. But he knows that he’ll make up for it in a few days when Ted most likely catches what he has and the tables are turned. And he’s ok with that.
