#sick partner

[vom-dot-com]

My partner is sick and they don't know about my kink so I'm like skirting around asking questions trying to not sound weird but I am SHAKING I just want more details!!!!! Tell me how nauseous you are! Tell me you don't feel good! Is your tummy gurgling?? They had to make themselves sick bc they were absolutely miserable and I WISH I could have been there!!! Absolutely going insane over here 😵‍💫🥴

[ghostxofxartemis]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Mass Effect Trilogy Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kaidan Alenko/Male Shepard Characters: Kaidan Alenko, Male Shepard (Mass Effect), Axel Shepard (OC) Additional Tags: Sick Partner, taking care of partner Series: Part 8 of Kinktober/Flufftober 2021, Part 8 of Axel Shepard Summary:

A melodramatic Axel gets taken care by his loving partner.

Big thank you to @bardofheartdive for betaing for me!

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“Kai…”

The sound of coughing drifts into the kitchen as Kaidan stirs the pot of soup;  his mother’s homemade recipe. Minestrone, one of his favourites while growing up.

“Yeah?”

“I’m fucking dying…”

Kaidan bites down on his lower lip to keep himself from laughing as he continues to mix the soup. He knows Axel is writhing on the couch, making things look much worse than they actually are.

Kaidan witnessed the man eat bullets as he charged into no man’s land, dislocate his shoulder and still fight like nobody’s business, get ribs broken from being rammed by a krogan, and not once did he ever complain. In fact, the one time Axel sat on the gurney in the med-bay back on the SR-1, laughing about his broken ribs, had Kaidan a little concerned the man wasn’t right in the head, albeit being his roommate on Acturus station for years and being friends with him.

He watched on as Axel made jokes, trying to distract Ashley from her injuries as Dr. Chawkas patched her up, and Kaidan understood then why everyone thought so highly of him; he always put the needs of others before his. Kaidan admires that, loves that about him. Just remembering it makes Kaidan’s cheeks warm.

Yet somehow, a cold has him begging for his life and Kaidan can’t help but find this hilarious.

“Kaidan, did you hear me? I’m dying!” Discontent groans and moans are overly exaggerated by the man lying on the couch.

Kaidan stifles his laughter by biting on his knuckles. “You’re fine.” He calls out to the living room.

“Kaidan, that's heartless. I’m going to be dead tomorrow and you’re going to feel bad.”  Axel’s voice is barely hoarse.

[gardenvarietyhuman]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/34237549

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Here’s a quick little Sunday-of-a-three-day-weekend read for y’all. xo

Summary: There is no worse patient than a sick doctor and Julian is clearly sick. Garak just wants him to stay home and rest, but Julian is “fine” and insists on going in to work.

In the meanwhile, Garak does the only thing he can do to try to convince Julian to stay in bed; He lies.

Get well soon, Julian!

Reposts and any and all comments are welcomed and kudos/notes are always appreciated! Thanks for taking the time read my little story!

[nikkzwrites]

Do you write for Enterprise? If yes, could you do Trip Tucker with number 23 from your prompt list? Sick partner? I'm a sucker for that sort of thing. Thanks!

Sure~! I love Trip actually. I think he is going to be one of my favorites to write for from Enterprise and the one who comes the most naturally since we are both from the South. 

Prompt: #23 from the Setting/Scenario Prompt List - Sick Partner

Pairing: Charles “Trip” Tucker III x Reader

Word Count: 724

Trip sneezed. His blue eyes squeezed shut as he sniffled so that he could continue with his work. He did not want anyone else touching the warp engine that he poured nearly all of himself into. The man shivered and called out, “Ey! Who made it colder than a Daiquiri in winter?” 

The next thing Trip knew he was laying in his room with a killer headache. He reached towards his head when his fingers grazed over a cloth. He furrowed his brow and swung his legs off the side of his bed to try to get up for work.

You walked into his room to see the big idiot trying to get up right after waking up from fainting. You shuttered in confused surprise. “Charles Tucker!” You yelled at him catching the engineer’s attention.

“Huh,” he looked up. He smiled and said, “Oh, hey there.” He chuckled and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m here to check up on your dumb ass,” you yelled at him, still angry that he was trying to get back to work.”

Trip smiled and asked, “Well, what are you doin’ that for?”

You frowned and stormed over to him to gently push him back into bed, “Because apparently you don’t understand that after you hit your head and have a fever you need to rest.”

His eyebrow raised, “I’m sick?”

His dumbfounded puppy looking face stifled your anger and made you want to laugh. Did he really not know he was sick? You sat next to him and placed the tray next to his bed, “Yes Trip. You are.” You pulled his sheets and blankets back over him to tuck him into bed to make your point more apparent.

“Ah, well,” He trailed off looking out his window. He focused back on what you were doing, “Ain’t I lucky to have the cutest coworker here to take care of me?” He smirked trying to playfully tease.

You rolled your eyes at him trying his normal charming tactics. You handed him a glass of his medicine and commented, “You made trouble for everyone you know. We all had to get shots to make sure we didn’t get what you did as well as clean all of engineering. Also, what good are we without our chief engineer?”

He nodded and took the glass from you. Trip really didn’t want to argue. He knew you were right. Trip felt guilty for causing so many issues. He took a sip then immediately spit it out, “Are you tryin’ to kill me?”

“Phlox told me to make sure you drink a full glass of this before telling you to sleep again,” you explained as you unwrapped his bandages that concealed his wound on his head. You bit your lip looking at it. Your stomach dropped. It looked worse than it actually was, you reminded yourself. You took the gauze off, You grabbed your clean cotton pad, soaked it in the antiseptic, and dabbed it on the gash to clean it.

Trip hummed. He closed his eyes as he choked down the disgusting medicine. He really didn’t want to cause any more inconveniences than he already had caused. Strangely, he felt a warmth almost as if the sun was radiating directly onto him. His heart full in this quiet moment with his person of interest taking care of his useless butt.

You smiled gently seeing Trip so relaxed. This was the first time in a long time you had seen him so genuinely happy. His small tender smile almost tricked you into kissing him. You held yourself back though as you rebandaged his head with he new gauze and antibacterial cream. You did grab his cheeks and gently placed a small kiss on his covered forehead.

He smiled at you. His blue eyes sparkling happily and weakly. “Thank you,” he softly uttered before yawning and turning over to go back to sleep.

You ran your fingers through his blond hair and whispered, “It’s no problem.” After making sure he was fully asleep, you stood up. Part of you was going to miss watching him slowly breathing in and out while you could tell he was deep within his dreams. You turned out his light and whispered, “Goodnight Trip,” before returning back to Phlox to learn what the next steps in his treatment.

[xxxcrimsondreamsxxx]

Breath for me (Bulletstormshipping)

His head ached terribly, his face boiled like the cup of medicinal tea that waited patiently on his nightstand to be swallowed. He almost never got sick this way, but he had let his guard down by having nothing to do. While his new job as leader was keeping an eye on the net for possible invasions, the rest of his team had it under control, his own free-will AI was flawlessly organized, and he didn't have to control anything.

It was the first time in a long time that he had room to relax and he was not used to it. Of course, his house was invaded on a daily basis by another AI who he never asked for him to exist, who he were never grateful that he remained alive with the rest, but compared to the other Ignis, this one was really unbearable and he came to demonstrate it every day that he visited.

The Wind Ignis appeared through his window; never through the door, at the most incredible times. He could wake up in the middle of the night because the Ignis appeared yelling at him and jumping on his bed. He just prayed that today wasn't one of those days, that he had just decided to bother someone else.

But just when he decided to believe in God, an unbearable weight shook his bed and his entire body. The Wind Ignis had come to his house at some point and jumped on top of him as if he were the lightest thing in the world. And he could be, but it should be noted that his body was a SOLtis, therefore he was quite heavy.

Ryoken only growled, his throat lacking the strength to yell at the Ignis or push him away. He had never had the strength to move his body, but he had the strength to yell and threaten him. Now his throat ached, as did his entire body.

He just wanted to sleep.

"It's four in the afternoon, didn't you get up at five in the morning? Ah! I get it! It is an excuse so you don't have to deal with me. Well, that's not going to stop me"

By this point, Ryoken was covered in his blanket up to his head struggling to fight Windy's grasp that was pulling him up like he always did. Windy beat him out of exhaustion and ended up uncovering half his body, the blanket hanging messily at his waist.

Windy laughed. "Are you still in your pajamas? You look smaller in those clothes!"

Ryoken growled again, burying his face into the pillow.

Windy lay on top of him, bringing his face closer to Ryoken's. "Are you speechless? Why are you…?" He interrupted his words, pulling back at the warm breath of the human. Ryoken had never breathed like this, it was as if he was expelling fire. Now that he looked at him better, he was sweating, panting and his cheeks were completely stained red.

"I'm not here to bear your crap today. Go bother someone else,” Ryoken replied in a husky voice.

Windy flashed a sly smile. "But you're my favorite, you are never here to bear with my crap. Why would I listen to you now?"

He ran his finger across his cheek, and his system read the current temperature of the human he had touched and was above 37°.

"Wow! 38° is a lot for a human, right? How do they call it? Fever?"

"You were really supposed to succeed humanity? Of course I have a fever!"

Yelling at Windy was very rewarding, except for the fact that he ended up coughing terribly from the strain he put on his throat.

"You know, I don't trust this SOLtis body, maybe I should use a thermometer, the kind that is placed on your ass," Windy teased, playfully running his hand through the waistband of Ryoken's pants, who immediately removed his hand to avoid all dangerous contact. Ryoken was going to pretend he didn't like that feeling.

"Maybe… you should go and leave me alone."

"But who will take care of you?" he feigned a worried tone.

Ryoken took up his blanket again to cover himself up to his shoulders "Not you, of course"

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[millionwordidea]

DÍA 7: Sick partner

Yixing ama todo de Joonmyun. Ama que sea amable, diligente y detallista; ama que nunca pueda dejar de lado a otras personas debido a su gran sentido de liderazgo; ama que asista a todos sus conciertos de piano pese a su apretada agenda y, por supuesto, ama que también lo ame tanto. Sin embargo, le gustaría que no fuera un adicto al trabajo.

—El doctor dijo que debías descansar —lo reprime al verlo escribiendo en su computadora.

—Es una simple fiebre, no es nada —contesta Joonmyun un tanto apenado.

Yixing sonríe derrotado, entregándole una deliciosa taza de té con miel.

[thatrandofangirl]

One of the worst things about being in a long distance relationship, in my opinion, is that you can't rush over when they aren't feeling well.

My boyfriend is sick (not covid) and all I want is to let him lay his head on my lap and make him comfy.

[wtfcookiejar]

Random imagine Suga bts

Imagine the soft fluffy bed you’d been sleeping in just being that soft fluffy space. Suga has been gone for a while the tour was important and so were the meetings and he took time to call you when he could and send you little texts but lately things between you had been strained quiet even.

Part of that was you going through therapy. The stress was hard on you the weekly meetings plus long nighttime hours was starting to wear on you and you’d finally ended up sick in bed. Suga has no clue. He was busy and you didn’t want to worry him. But it was cold this December night. Getting air in your lungs was a struggle. You’d sent him the normal “sleep tight lovey bumps.” Figuring that laying down would help and your dog and cat knew just where to come lay.

The black pit bull curled against your back as you wheezed softly after taking the meds your doctor told you to take. His head resting gently against your ear eyes closing he yawned while the cat crawled directly into your arms and curled with his little paws on your chest. You were wearing Sugas favorite shirt and you turned on one of your old school favorites in the background and let the sounds of the purring and the warmth of the pit bull lull you into sleep.

***

You didn’t hear the door to your apartment open. Or the sound of a jacket dropping in the hall and opening the fridge. You were out like a light. Your kitty pressed to your chest curled into your arms n your pit bull sleeping at your backside.

Suga came in with alert eyes. He scanned the counter anxious to see if your keys and wallet were there. They were as well as some paperwork and pill bottles he didn’t recognize. He went forward reading the labels recognizing your name and then he saw the nebulizer on the counter and frowned.

“Damnit y/n” he cursed softly and began to storm toward the bedroom. He hated when you left him out of the loop. He worried when you got sick and he knew you didn’t like when he worried but still, it was his job to worry. So when he opened the door and he saw you he froze.

You looked so tired. Yet peaceful. The pit bull lifted its head and wagged its tail n snuggled closer to you as if to say “don’t wake her.” You had one of those dumb shows playing in the background and you were hugging his cat in his shirt. It seemed so quiet except when you coughed and Suga frowned softly tiptoeing in pulling his phone out. He snapped a couple of photos trying hard not to wake you or the cat the pit bull sniffed his face and he tried not to smile at how cute it all was.

“You just need some cuddles then huh?” He whispered touching the cat in your arms who mewed appreciatively and stretched making you move and mumble a strong “YOONGI.” That caused suga to smile widely.

“You worked to hard... overdid it again didn’t you?” He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before standing n pulling a pair of sweatpants from the drawers. He was careful as he slid into the narrow space where the cat had been earlier looking at you making sure you didn’t wake.

Somehow you moved over giving him more space mumbling about doggies needing to be less demanding. Yoongi couldn’t help it he giggled and wrapped his arm around you pulling you close.

“Kitty?” You asked sleepy and doped up on cough syrup. He didn’t care having you this close after weeks apart was hevean sent.

“Meow meows here.” He whispered kissing your forhead.

“I have to work....”

“Nope... your gunna stay right here with kitty. I’m calling you in.”

For a minute you seemed puzzled and then everything settled down in your face,” missed you...” You nuzzled closer and yoongi held tighter because he knew drugged up and sick you knew he’d come home. And he closed his eyes listening to you more than willing to let you fully rest safe in his arms.