#reader is chronically ill

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Hit a flow state writing this fic with Kyle and BlackFem!Reader who are like siblings. Even went on Pinterest to gather pics that fit their vibes.

I'm actually so excited to be done with this one-shot (chapter?) so I can post it.

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Sun/Moon x Chronically Ill/Disabled reader headcanons

Because sometimes you have to feed yourself the content. Sorry if the formatting is wonky. This app hates me.

🌙☀️ Would have your routines memorized ("y/n, did you take your morning meds?" "Have you checked your blood sugar since lunch?" "Don't forget to apply your ointment") 

🌙☀️ Because they were programmed to work with children of all backgrounds, any accommodations in communication, motor function, spatial accessibility, etc would be a piece of cake for them. They would take to it like it was second nature (because it absolutely is. Sun/Moon say disabled rights)

🌙☀️ Would be extremely perceptive and make sure to take extra care of you during flare-ups. They were made to be caretakers, so you KNOW they'd both be doting over you every second of the day while you rest or regain your strength. Can't walk without pain today? Guess they'll just have to carry you around. They'd bring you meals/drinks to make sure you stay full and hydrated while you recuperate. 

🌙☀️ Would always make sure you weren't pushing yourself into burnout. Self care becomes a must in the presence of these two. ("Starlight, you've done ENOUGH. Time for a break.) 

 🌙☀️ Would probably have your medical chart and symptoms downloaded into their software so they can advocate for you in the clinic/hospital if you needed it 

☀️ Would come up with fun ways to distract you during uncomfortable treatments (e.g. "Time for your infusions already Sunshine? Let's play charades! Guess which movie I'm acting out!") 

☀️ Can't keep up with the chores? No problem, Sunflower! Sun gets satisfaction from tidying anyways, so he's more than happy helping his favorite human keep their space nice on low energy days 

☀️ The KING of low-spoon care days. This man will have you propped up in a pillow fort fit for a god. Every blanket in the house will be wrapped around you two. A hot drink is already waiting on the table. The fresh box of Crayolas is cracked open and ready for coloring time. 

 ☀️ Has dealt with the worst of children's messes, so he has no issues cleaning up after any physical issues your condition has to offer 

 🌙 Would sing to you, give you soft massages, and prepare comfort items like warm compresses to help with chronic pain. He knows all your most painful areas and takes hours tenderly working through them with gentle hands. 

🌙 If someone was being ableist toward you/being a bully, Moon would wreck their shit with no hesitation.

🌙 Would spend the rough, sleepless nights making sure you could relax as much as possible. He would read poems or watch movies with you to get your mind off of the discomfort. 

🌙 Moon would also take charge in confronting the more sensitive emotional aspects of being chronically ill/disabled. He's very good at making you feel validated and understood on the days when all the pressure seems to build up. If your condition is worsened by stress, he'd be sure to practice grounding techniques and stress relief with you.

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A snippet of what I hope to be my first fanfic!

You didn’t show up to Base until Friday of that week and at that point Kyle thought he had gotten swindled out of his money until Soap came barreling into the Rec Room announcing to everybody that there was a pretty American lady asking for a “Kyle Garrick” while he wiggled his eyebrows and made kissy noisies. Soap’s obnoxious announcement had caught the attention of Price and Simon but he didn’t care. Instead a bolt of excitement ran through Kyle as he rolled his eyes at his team and moved towards the door so he could greet you at the receptionist desk.

You were sat in one of the chairs that had been there almost as long as Price had been enlisted. In the chair next to you was a truly large lunch box and your purse. You were alert sitting there. Almost as if you weren’t sure if he had punked you and sent you to the wrong place, but when you saw him walking towards you the tense way you sat in the chair bled from your frame. Before Kyle could reach you, you had stood up, picked up your things and walked towards him.