#sicktember2025

[cuddlepilefics]

Late night talks

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickie: Hyunjin

Caregiver: Changbin

Prompts:

Flufftober 2025: 6 late night talks @flufftober

Cozytober 2025: 21 cold hands tucked into someone else’s pockets; 23 pumpkin spice latte

Sicktember 2025: 10 red eyes; 23 overdoing it; 26 slow recovery time @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Hyunjin knew that the flu was serious. The rational part of his brain knew, at least. Still after being sidelined for almost two weeks, he couldn’t wait to get back to work. Sure, he still felt weak and sore, two weeks of just lying around, not moving further than between couch and bed did that to anyone but overall, he felt better. His fever had broken three days ago and the pounding headache had vanished along with it. The lingering cough was to be expected, so Hyunjin didn’t mind it too much. It was mainly annoying, not shredding his throat anymore like it had a week ago and while his friends kept shooting him worried glances whenever his breath caught in his throat, Hyunjin brushed them off. He was fine now.

Changbin had strongly objected his friend returning to work already and was glad that Chan had his back on that too but their dongsaeng was an adult and he didn’t have a fever anymore, so there was little they could do to stop Hyunjin and the company from having him return. While all of Stray Kids knew that the flu would result in a slow recovery time, only Changbin knew how affected Hyunjin still was. He may have been able to hide it while at work but Changbin witnessed the nightly coughing fits echoing through their shared apartment that kept both of them up for most of the night.

Though Minho masked it quickly, Changbin caught the frown when the dancer noticed Hyunjin’s red eyes. “Don’t you think a full evening of dancing is a bit to early?”, Felix hummed, pointing out what his hyungs were thinking, “You only just got over your fever a couple days ago and honestly, you still look sick.” Ruffling the Aussie’s hair, Hyunjin smiled: “I feel fine and maybe just getting my blood pumping again is just what I need to look like myself again. Besides my individual schedules today have been chill and I haven’t strained myself at all, so I got some energy to spare.” Minho and Changbin exchanged a look at that, the rapper discreetly shaking his head. “He barely slept, please keep an eye on him, hyung”, Changbin whispered for only Minho to hear. The second oldest giving a faint nod, trying to disperse his friend’s worries because he knew the rapper wouldn’t be able to focus on his work if he worried about Huynjin.

Everything seemed to go well for the first hour or so, mainly because Minho and Felix made sure to ease into their practice session gently, taking longer to warm up and stretch properly. Still as soon as they started to increase the intensity, Hyunjin started to lose his breath immediately. “Sit!”, Minho ordered, hands on his dongsaeng’s shoulders as the younger coughed, the sounds still wet and painful. Plopping down next to Hyunjin, Felix handed the other his water bottle, a worried pout on his lips. As he watched the older struggle to catch his breath enough, so he’d be able to take a sip, the Aussie mumbled: “You’re not ready to dance again yet, hyung.” – “Agreed, you’ll make yourself a whole lot worse if you start pushing yourself too early”, Minho noted, relieved that the cough finally tapered off once Hyunjin had managed to drink some water.

Draping the boy’s hoodie around his shoulders, Minho offered: “Do you want me to call Changbin to take you home? You will not continue to dance under my watch, so that’s that.” The tense crease on Felix forehead melted away at that announcement, the Aussie gently rubbing Hyunjin’s back. He could see the shock in his friend’s eyes but was grateful for Minho speaking a word of power. “I-I can continue”, Hyunjin argued though there was barely any fight left in his red eyes, “Jus’ -jus’ let me try again.” – “No!”, Minho and Felix denied in unison, the older already reaching for his phone.

Tears pricked at Hyunjin’s eyes as Minho disappeared to call Changbin. Draping an arm around his friend’s shoulders, Felix smiled: “A couple more days, yeah? You’ll be fine to dance again soon but if you push yourself too early, you’ll get sidelined much longer.” – “I-I know…. Jus’ it’s been so-so long already”, Hyunjin sniffled, voice wavering a little. Gently nudging the water bottle in his hand, Felix wordlessly encouraged the older to have some more water. It was impressive really how much he had sweat already, so the Aussie wouldn’t let hi leave before finishing the remainder of his water.

To Felix’ relief, Hyunjin quickly downed the rest before throwing the bottle in the general direction of his bag, huffing grumpily when he missed. Having been at the studio, only a couple floors away, it didn’t take Changbin long to get to the practice rooms. He chuckled softly when Hyunjin glared at him, knowing the younger wasn’t mad at him personally, merely frustrated with the situation. Hyunjin sluggishly slipped his hoodie over his head to cover his sweaty practice shirt before pushing himself off the ground. Collecting the empty water bottle, the dancer threw his belongings into his bag and slung it over his shoulder. Coughing into his sleeve, Hyunjin trudged over to Changbin and rasped: “’m sorry. No I-told-you-so please.” – “I wouldn’t dare”, the older hummed, holding the door open for his friend “Let’s get you home, huh?”

No sooner than the practice room door had closed behind them, Hyunjin burst into tears. Changbin wordlessly pulled him into his arms. “I don’t wanna go home”, Hyunjin sobbed, face buried in Changbin’s shoulder as he leant against the rapper’s chest. If the dancer wasn’t still coughing frequently and if it wasn’t already dark out, Changbin would’ve offered for them to take a walk but he didn’t want to take that risk. Running his hand through his hair in distress, Hyunjin muttered: “I’ve been at home for weeks. I’ll go mad if I’m stuck there any longer.” – “And I thought you liked our living arrangements”, Changbin pouted, earning himself an annoyed roll of the eye. “I do. You know what I mean”, the younger huffed.

“It’s too cold out to go for a walk but how about I take you for coffee? A date at a café sounds cozy, doesn’t it?”, Changbin hummed, fixing the strand of hair his dongsaeng had messed with, “I heard they have pumpkin spice latte again.” – “See, another thing I missed out on: the beginning of fall”, Hyunjin frowned. Shaking his head, Changbin denied: “You haven’t missed the beginning of fall and in case you haven’t listened: you won’t. I will make sure of that. Now come on. Put on your scarf, so we can go.” – “Won’t we get in trouble, hyung? You know, if I leave practice because I’m unwell and then I’m seen in public…”, the dancer worried as he pulled away to dig his scarf out of his bag. Changbin didn’t seem bothered though, shrugging: “Unwell is a spectrum. Just because you can’t go through an exerting multiple hour dance practice doesn’t mean you can’t get some fresh air.”

Hyunjin only realized how much the seasons had changed over the past two weeks when they left the company building and he was hit by a cold gust of wind. It tickled his throat and made him cough, forcing him to pull his scarf up higher. The walk to the café was short and Hyunjin was glad that while Chhangbin denied him a proper walk, he could have at least those few minutes of outdoor-time. He hadn’t expected the cold air to get to him like this though. It wasn’t only making him cough, his hands too had become icy cold and almost numb in no time and he rubbed them against each other to try and generate warmth but it was of little use.

Gently taking his dongsaeng’s trembling and stiff hand into his own, Changbin linked their fingers and slipped their hands into his pocket. Despite the wind, he could hear Hyunjin’s shuddering sigh of relief. “Almost there”, the rapper hummed and gave Hyunjin’s hand a gentle squeeze. True to his word, they only had to round another block before he shouldered open the door to the café and ushered his dongsaeng inside. They found a booth a little off to the side and Hyunjin plopped into his seat with a soft sniffle. He didn’t even bother removing his coat and scarf because while the heating instantly made his nose run, it didn’t warm his cold body nearly as quick.

“Gosh, your eyes look even more red now”, Changbin pointed out as he shrugged out of his coat and draped it over Hyunjin’s lap, “Tired?” – “I dunno. Winded, yes. The sleepy tired, nah. Don’t thi-hink I could- could sleep any-anytime soo-hoon”, the dancer mumbled as his breath hitched. Ducking his face into his scarf, he stifled a sneeze and blinked away itchy tears as he looked back up at Changbin. Dabbing at his nose, he muttered: “Sorry.” – “No need to apologize. What do you mean, winded but not sleepy?”, the older hummed. Their conversation was interrupted by a waitress coming to take their order but when she was gone, Hyunjin admitted: “I mean, I do feel exhausted and achy and all of those things. Yeah, I’m glad you and Minho-hyung made me take a break but on the other hand, I’m restless and overthinking and I have been sleeping so much lately, I just don’t think I can.” – “Ooh. Got it”, Changbin nodded, “That’s alright. I do enjoy our late night talks, so if you just wanna hang out tonight. That’s fine.”

“Hmm, this is good”, Hyunjin smiled as he lowered his cup. He knew he shouldn’t have any caffeine if he wanted a chance at sleep tonight but he had been craving this pumpkin spice latte and knowing Changbin would be there for one of their late night talks made him not fear a sleepless night all that much. Licking the foam off his lips, the rapper chuckled: “Tasty. Glad you’re finally enjoying yourself instead of overdoing it with work.” – “You know, it wasn’t only work and dancing, I missed”, Hyunjin admitted as he sipped his drink, “I missed all of you guys. Sure, I saw you occasionally but usually, I was already asleep by the time you came home. I don’t wanna be isolated anymore, I was so happy when the doctor said I could return to work.” – “And you think we didn’t miss you? Hell, you have no idea how much we missed you. Stray Kids isn’t Stray Kids without you. There were moments when it felt like during your hiatus, which was awful. That’s why we don’t want you to overdo it and wreck your health when you’re not ready for it. Imagine making yourself seriously sick and having to take a hiatus for health reasons. You wouldn’t be the only one losing your mind then”, Changbin muttered, turning his face as he took another sip, so Hyunjin wouldn’t see the vulnerability in his eyes at the admission.

They locked eyes when Hyunjin reached for Changbin’s hand across the table. “I’m sorry, I worried you. Thank you for taking me out despite me being grumpy earlier”, Hyunjin whispered, making the older smile. Changbin’s hand was warm against his own and so was his voice when he hummed: “Of course, I don’t want you feeling isolated or missing out on anything. We’ll take a cab back to the apartment though, right? I’m tired and it’s cold and your fingers are cold still.” – “That’s alright with me as long as I don’t have to go straight to bed when we get home”, Hyunjin agreed, secretly glad they wouldn’t have to spend much time outside again. He would’ve expected to warm up faster and easier but despite the hot drink and the coats still piled on him, he still felt chilled. Changbin nodded, reminding: “Already told you we could stay up and chat for as long as you need. Can’t have you laying awake, overthinking on your own. I’ll go pay and as soon as you finish your drink, I’ll call us a cab.”

[autobot2001]

Mission Gone Wrong Pt. 1

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Jamie is sick, but still has to go on a mission. The mission goes south.

Day 2; @sicktember: Forced to go to school/work while sick @whumptember:  Bloodied clothes |  crumbling building

Under the cut

Jamie wakes up with a scratchy throat, a sign of a cold. The team has a mission today. Jamie knows Price won’t let her stay behind. She knows she’ll feel like crap when the mission is complete. Jamie gets ready for the day.

Ninety minutes later, the team is on the helicopter heading towards the location. Jamie is feeling unwell, but she knows she doesn’t look sick. If she says something, Price will assume it’s her allergies, and she’s fine. With the flight being three hours, Jamie sleeps. Alejandro, Gaz, Ghost, Price, Rodolfo, and Soap question why Jamie is sleeping, but none of them wakes her.

Jamie is awake when the helicopter lands. She feels a little better. The others say nothing, but still question why she took a nap. The team prepares to disembark and begin the mission. Jamie pays attention as Price debriefs everyone for the last time. The mission should be simple, but everyone knows how quickly that can change.

As the team approaches the building they are to search, they realize how dangerous the mission is. The old structure is ready to crumble. “We could collapse the building,” Gaz says. “Therefore, the Cartel can’t get the drugs if any are present.” “We’d be losing out on valuable evidence,” Alejandro says. “Everyone, be careful,” Price advises. The team moves on into the building as planned.

Everyone goes inside the building. Inside shows evidence of crumbling. The roof has collapsed in some areas. “The Cartel is using this old building?” Soap asks. “That’s what the intel says,” Price answers.

The further the team walks, the more uneasy some feel. “Anyone else feel like this was a trap?” Ghost says. “As if we’re walking into our deaths?” “Yeah, I-,” Soap steps on a floorboard, resulting in the support beam jumping up. The beam ends up on the floor, not in the intended spot. “Everyone out!” Price yells. Everyone runs toward the exit. Jamie is trailing behind, but the men don’t realize it.

The six make it out, but realize Jamie wasn’t close behind them. “Where-?” Price asks. The building crumbles to the ground. “Oh, fuck, Jamie!” Everyone watches, horrified. They know they must wait for the building to fall before they can search. Fearful that they’ll be searching for a corpse.

The wait is agonizing. An hour passes before Price walks closer to the pile of the old building, checking if it is safe for a search. He signals for the others to approach. “Start searching,” he orders. “I’m calling for help.” The five men search, moving the rubble that they can, and Price radios for help. Search and rescue and medical. With the five men moving rubble from different areas of the pile, they hope someone will find Jamie fast. Hoping that the fact that the building wasn’t extensive benefits them.

A half-hour passes. “Guys, I found her!” Gaz yells. The other five men rush towards him and help him move the wood that was once the building. They uncover Jamie, who is awake but disoriented. “Oh hell,” Soap says as he removes Jamie’s vest, seeing her bloodied clothes. “Her armor should have protected her,” Ghost says. “Not necessarily,” Alejandro says. “It’s complicated. What we need to worry about is how badly she’s injured. “ “Let’s see if we can assess her injuries without moving her,” Price says. “We don’t know if she has a neck or spinal injury.” Hearing that Jamie might have a neck or spinal injury worries everyone. They work with caution, anticipating aid to arrive.

[sunshinesickies]

Playing around with more dialogue than usual! I’m obsessed with this one, so proud of it!

Sicktember Day 7—“There’s a frog in my throat”—Dina Woodward x fem!reader

CW: suggestive dialogue, reader is down bad for her girlfriend’s sick voice, fluff to the max

You’re Blushing, Babygirl

It’s a cozy, quiet night in Jackson Hole, with the air cooling just enough at night to remind you you’re on the precipice of autumn slowly becoming winter. It’s been a long day, especially for your girlfriend who got up at the crack of dawn and spent most of the day on patrol. With the chill in the air, and the weather turning, you could already sense she was coming down with a cold, and your suspicions only grew when she returned earlier this evening, sniffling in her beanie, her nose red enough to rival the tomatoes you had been cutting up for dinner.

She’d been tired, as expected, but even though she tried to be her normal bubbly self, you already knew the next few days would probably be spent cozied up together in bed while she apologizes for sneezing on you even though you’ll reminder her each time that you don’t mind. Dina’s always been prone to colds when the seasons change, and this winter’s no different, which is why you had already started making her favorite comfort soup for dinner. Something substantial and warm, with autumn inspired spices and slices of your homemade bread to nourish her after her exhausting day.

Now, the sun has long since set and your shared apartment is alive with the soft golden lights of your mismatched lamps. And now, the only sounds come from the comfortable domesticity of you washing the dishes from dinner while Dina sits on the couch, trying to hum along to the music softly playing on the radio even though her throat obviously hurts.

“Babbbyyyy, I think there’s a frog in my throat.” You hear Dina whine from the living room before her arms are wrapped around your waist just seconds later as she joins you in the kitchen. Her head immediately finds a home against your shoulder.

She does sound pretty miserable. Her normal soft, slightly raspy voice has taken on a much deeper tone, like she’d been eating sandpaper or driveway gravel for fun.

But as scratchy as it sounds, there’s something about your girlfriend’s sick voice that makes your heart beat a little faster, and the need to have her close even stronger.

You hum thoughtfully and gently set down the dish you’d been washing so you can turn in her arms. You feel your expression turn impossibly softer as you gaze at her. She’s looking at you with an equally soft expression, though she blinks slowly, as if her eyelids are too heavy and cheeks are flushed a light pink, suggesting the beginnings of a fever.

“Well, it sounds like a sexy frog to me.” You muse lightly, voice warm and a little teasing even though you’re completely serious. You stifle a giggle as Dina’s jaw falls open in surprise, her eyebrows shooting up.

“You can’t possibly be into this. I sound like a garbage disposal.”

“No…well, I mean you’re not far off. You sound like my girlfriend.” You adjust your hands on her waist so your thumbs can brush gently along her shirt. “My very hot, sexy even when sniffly girlfriend who is definitely getting sick and is in desperate need of cuddles.” You can’t help but pull her in a touch closer as you tease her lightly.

“I’m not getting si-ihhh…hh-ttscshh’hnh!…heh-HhptsshHHih!!” Dina pouts at you then instinctively leans closer, burying her face in your shoulder, sneezing softly into you.

You hum a gentle ‘bless you, baby’ as she sniffles into your shirt, not even bothering to move now, as if she’d decided to stay squished against you forever.

“You literally just complained about your throat hurting and sneezed on me…” you wrap your arms more fully around her, inviting her deeper into your warmth.

After a long quiet moment, punctuated by a congested sigh, Dina finally gives in. At this point you’re practically the only thing keeping her standing as she leans heavily into you.

“Mm-maybe I’b a little sidk.” Her voice is muffled by both your shirt and her stuffy nose.

An easy, comfortable silence falls between the two of you as you simply keep holding her, your lips pressing a soft, lingering kiss to her hair.

“Does this mean I get to take care of you now? You and that sexy ‘frog’ in your throat?” The joke earns you a smile which you feel when her lips slowly curl up against your skin.

“Sure, babe. Whatever you want, as long as it involves cuddling.” There’s a slight bit of amusement to your girlfriend’s raspy response and your chest feels light at the fact that you made her smile even though she feels miserable.

“Wouldn’t dream of anything else. A few sniffles are nothing against my cuddles, did ya know that’s actually my superpower?”

Dina leans back to finally look at you again, her eyebrow now raised in adorable questioning. “Your superpower is cuddling?” Her lips twitch, hint at another smile.

“Ahhyup. Woulda thought you’d known that by now, babygirl.” You tease lightly, fingers curling gently around her waist.

“Okay but why is that the most you thing you’ve ever said?” The smile pokes through her exhaustion, soft and warm.

“Because it’s true.”

“Hmm can’t argue with that logic.” She sniffles again and her face scrunches up adorably as she tries and fails to stifle a yawn.

She’s already clinging to your arm when you hum a soft, “bedtime, my love? ”

Dina half nods, half nuzzles her cheek more into your chest. “And tea?”

“Of course, baby. And tea.” You promise, leading her to the bedroom and helping her change into something even cozier.

“Mmm I love this sweater. Smells like you.” She murmurs in your ear as you move to tuck the thick blanket around her, but even with your focus on her, and the sleepy heaviness in her gaze, she catches the way you shiver slightly with her this close to you.

Her expression shifts immediately, eyebrow arching as her usual mischievous look hints at poking through her exhaustion. “You really do like this, hmm?” Her tone is tired and raspy, insanely attractive, clearly aching with every word, but amused nonetheless.

You’re so stunned by her sudden shift in tone that you don’t even notice that you’ve subconsciously moved fully onto the bed, hovering above her, or that her hands on your waist until she squeezes it lightly. You clear your throat, caught like a deer in headlights.

“You’re blushing, babygirl.” She rasps, letting her words linger in the silence, smirking as she looks up at you, then you feel your breath catch and your heartbeat excel when she leans up, her lips meeting your collarbone. Your eyelashes flutter and you let out a small moan as she trails tender kisses along your neck.

Her name leaves your lips in a needy whisper as you move to align your lips with hers, but right before you can lean in fully, her head turns to the side.

“Hmm…not now, love. Don’t wanna get you sick.” She looks a little disappointed in her own decision, and you release a breathy sigh as you try to even out your breathing, but she’s right, you have to remind yourself.

“Tease.” You glare playfully, trying to collect yourself as you settle down next to her, pulling her into your arms in a warm embrace. “We both know I’m catching this…but you’re right, you need tea, and rest.”

Dina hums, curling further into you, her arms wrapping tightly around your middle, keeping you comfortably glued to her. “Tea can wait, babe. Right now, I just need you.”

The way you press a soft kiss to her hair and start running your fingers through it is your answer. Your girl wants you. There’s no where else you’d rather be, and you both know it.

Time passes in a slow, comfortable daze as you told each other close, simply enjoying one another’s presence, her dozing off as she feels the gentle rise and fall of your chest under her cheek, and you listening to her gentle, quiet little sniffles and occasional sneezes. You’d think your heart can get any fuller than it is right now, except you know better, and when she mumbles something sleepy and incoherent into your shirt, you feel your chest practically glow with even more love for her.

“You know,” you hum, voice barely above a whisper, “I really love taking care of you, especially when you’re all sniffly, clingy and cute like this.”

A beat passes before she Dina mumbles back, already drifting off to sleep, “Mhmm, you’re so weird, but kinda like in the best way?”

“I’m you’re weird…and definitely in the best way.”

“Mm…love you.” The words are so low you barely hear them, but volume aside, there’s no hesitation or reservation to them. Just pure love and trust.

“I love you too, babygirl. Now sleep, I’ll be here.” You kiss her temple and tuck the blankets even further around her shoulders then let her soft, sniffly breathing lull you into your own warm, easy sleep.

[frozendarkmoon]

Short story: Moons of Paper, Creased with Illness — being my second day work for Sicktember 2025, using the prompt of 'being forced to go to work/school while sick'. Featuring workaholic Saewynn and Gwyndolin being concerned for their close friend and cameo references from my friend's characters.

Could be seen as a shipping fic but technically isn't because they aren't dating at this point in the timeline.

Word count: 3,440

Excerpt below the cut.

After a few rather embarrassing attempts at getting the mask to sit nicely on her face, she stood from her chair… only to find Lynelle standing in her office’s doorway, shifting from foot to foot.

Why was she there? Saewynn struggled to accurately remember. Through the thick waterfall that prevented her from getting into her brain, Saewynn grasped a line of thinking: someone was in the vestibule of her office. She needed to go help them. Those all sounded correct.

There was only one problem: who was waiting? Gwyn… something. Rather frustratingly, there were too many names that used Gwyn as a prefix in her brain.

‘Gwynelle? No, she had graduated. Gwynias? No, they were a janitor…’

Gwynbrek! She no doubt had offered her services as a tutor to the young Irithyllian. He had great talent at… some kind of magic. No doubt her mind would inform her what kind in a moment. She had tutored him a few times in the past, no doubt the appointment had simply slipped her mind.

With a heavy swallow of mucus, Saewynn nodded, sure that was correct.

“I… I am quite alright, Lynelle. I shalt go and greet Gwynbrek.”

Lynelle’s lips formed a thin line. Saewynn immediately knew she had spoken incorrectly before her assistant had even opened her mouth.

“Lord Gwyndolin, professor.”

[cuddlepilefics]

Blizzard or heatwave

Blizzard or heatwave

Fandom: Stray Kids

Sickies: Chan & Jeongin

Prompts:

Flufftober 2025: 12 blizzard or heatwave @flufftober

Whumptober 2025: alt viral @whumptober

Cozytober 2025: 1 Socks still warm from the dryer; 10 a pile of pillows and the softest blankets; 16 sharing headphones while curled up together

Sicktember 2025: 3 why are you so sweaty; 16 misery loves company; 17 infection @sicktember

No one’s POV.:

Chan had been struck down by some sort of infection a couple of days ago. There had been little warning, the fever coming on in only a matter of hours before he was rendered completely out of commission. For most of the first few days, the leader was drifting in and out of consciousness, unaware of his surroundings most of the time. Occasionally, he wondered how the bottle of water kept refilling itself each time he had gulped it all down but as long as the magic worked, he wouldn’t complain. Chan had enough other observations to complain about anyway. The pounding headache definitely was one of them. The burning pain in his muscles and joints another. He couldn’t say that he was feeling lonely because he hadn’t seen any of the other members for days, having decided to quarantine himself in his room.

Jeongin mostly respected Chan’s wish to avoid contact, not approaching the leader when he heard him shuffling to the bathroom. He was surely impressed how the older managed to make it without fainting because there was no way he wasn’t incredibly dizzy with how high his fever spiked. Chan never noticed but every once in a while, the maknae would sneak into his room to replace the empty water bottles and check the elder’s temperature with their forehead thermometer. Of course, he always wore a mask when he checked on his hyung, knowing how upset Chan would be if he got the youngest sick. With how adamant Chan was about staying isolated, Jeongin surely was surprised when his phone dinged with an incoming video call.

“Hey Channie-hyung. How do you feel?”, thee maknae smiled, propping his phone up against his knees. Fumbling with his phone for moment, Chan winced at the bright screen and muttered: “I’m okay, tiny bit bored though.” His voice sounded just slightly hoarse, so Jeongin hoped he was staring to improve. Especially if he could complain about being bored. “So, what you wanna do?”, the younger chuckled, “Did you take your medicine?” – “Mhm, I dunno if I’m up for much. The headache’s bearable for now, though I think the fever’s still high. ‘s so freaking cold. Feel like I’m in a blizzard”, Chan sniffled, pulling the blanket all the way up to his chin. Biting his lip, Jeongin tutted: “I could bring you another blanket or maybe some hot tea? Other question though. Please tell me you did eat something lately while I was at work?” – “Um, manager-nim dropped of a bunch of snacks when I first called in sick, so I got some crackers, trail mix and a few bananas”, Chan mumbled as he glanced towards his desk.

After a beat of silence, Jeongin rolled his eyes and frowned: “Congratulations, almost didn’t notice how you avoided all of my questions, hyung. So?” – “I mean. I really have no appetite at all but I did have some of the crackers and a banana”, Chan stammered, avoiding looking at his phone. “Mhm, I see, when?” – “Over the last few daayyys?” – “HYUNG!”, Jeongin gasped, immediately feeling guilty when Chan flinched at his raised voice, “Have you ever considered that your body potentially needs nutrients if you wanna recover? I’ll bring you some tea and rice and you will eat right now or so help me, I’ll call Minho-hyung.” – “Okay, I will, jus’- please. Don’t call Minho”, Chan pouted as he rubbed his nose into his blanket. Tapping his chin, Jeongin smiled mischievously: “On second thought, why don’t I text the group chat?” – “Don’t you dare! I’ll eat”, Chan pleaded.

Putting on his mask, Jeongin approached Chan’s room with a small tray carrying a bowl of plain rice, an empty cup and a thermos filled with tea. Chan too was wearing his mask when the younger joined him but what was visible of his face looked ghostly pale almost as if the color had been washed out. His hands trembled when he accepted the tray and placed it at the foot of his bed. “Why are you so sweaty?”, Chan sniffled, motioning to the damp spots decorating the front of Jeongin’s shirt. The fabric clung uncomfortably to the maknae’s chest but he wasn’t entirely sure why. Shrugging, the younger hummed: “You mentioned a blizzard but actually, it feels like we’re having a heatwave in here. Already thought about checking the thermostat but I may or may not have been too lazy.”

A high-pitched beep startled him almost as much as Chan’s quick reflexes, suddenly aiming the thermometer at his dongsaeng’s forehead. “Too lazy or too sick? How long have you had that fever?”, Chan asked strictly as he threw the thermometer onto his duvet. Shaking his head, Jeongin muttered: “What? I don’t have a fever.” – “Well, the thermometer says otherwise”, Chan argued, raising an eyebrow, “How are you feeling?” – “I dunno. A little tired but I didn’t sleep well last night”, Jeongin hummed, confused. “Define ‘a little tired’”, the leader requested as he took a seat on the edge of his bed. Plopping into Chan’s desk chair, the maknae shrugged: “Sore, not really feeling like doing anything and my head hurts. I dunno, and really hot but I think the heating’s wonky.”

“Come here, baby bread”, Chan sighed, patting the space next to him on the bed, “Misery loves company, huh? No point to keep wearing masks ‘cause that’s exactly how it started for me.” – “What are we gonna do now? I don’t even feel bad, really”, Jeongin pouted as he plopped down next to the leader. Gently ruffling the maknae’s hair, Chan smiled: “I’m glad you’re not feeling too bad yet but it comes on pretty fast, so I wouldn’t count on it staying that way. We’re just going to take it easy with lots of naps and the occasional dose of medication. Did you eat yet? If you take something right away, you might not end up feeling all that miserable.” – “Yeah, I ate… unlike someone”, Jeongin pointed out, motioning to the tray at the foot of the bed. Running a hand through his messy bed hair, Chan hummed: “In that case, this is yours and that’s mine.” He handed the younger a pill and the still sealed water bottle from the nightstand before pouring himself some tea and picking up the bowl of rice. “I’ll call manager-nim when I’m done, so he can clear your schedule too”, Chan announced as he watched his dongsaeng chase down the medication with a few sips of water.

Jeongin sleepily curled up against Chan’s side, while the elder forced down his rice at a painstakingly slow pace. As he had promised, the leader cleared his dongsaeng’s schedule immediately after. Their manager wasn’t all that surprised, already having seen it coming days ago. With the pair sharing an apartment, the risk was a given. When Chan put down the phone, he could feel Jeongin shudder next to him before cuddling closer. “Are you cold?”, the eldest frowned, “Why didn’t you say anything?” Jeongin only shrugged, weakly shuffling closer when Chan held up the corner of his blanket. Neatly tucked into Chan’s side, the maknae rested his head on his hyung’s chest and sniffled: “This is awful. Wasn’t this bad earlier. Wha’s happenin’, hyung.” – “I know, bud. It takes you out really fast. Try taking a nap, hm?”, Chan shushed, gently petting his dongsaeng’s hair.

It didn’t take long for Chan to fall into a light slumber too. Until quietly suppressed sobs pulled him from his daze. “Hey, buddy”, he whispered, propping himself up on his elbow to look at Jeongin, “What’s wrong?”  Barely able to keep his chest from hitching, the younger forced out: “My knees hurt so bad. Make it stop, hyung. Please.” He shivered hard, covering his face so Chan wouldn’t see the tears. “I know”, the older hummed, heart breaking, “How cold do you feel?” – “Blizzard is accurate”, Jeongin sniffled, scrubbing at his face.

Sitting up, Chan slipped out from under the covers and tucked them up to the maknae’s chin. He gently dried the boy’s tears with his thumbs and whispered: “Icepacks soothe the pain a little but they make the chills a lot worse, so it’s your call. Do you want me to get you some?” Jeongin looked conflicted, so Chan muttered: “Hang on, I got an idea.” Listening to his hyung rummaging around the apartment, Jeongin almost drifted back off to sleep, the steady rumble of their dryer surprisingly soothing despite his headache. He had completely lost his sense of time when a gentle hand on his flushed cheek lured him awake “Let’s get properly comfy, yeah?”, Chan smiled as he helped Jeongin over to his desk chair. The leader had brought quite some stuff and sluggishly rearranged his bed while the younger put on the warm socks he had brought. Chan had thrown their softest blankets into the dryer, along with a thick pair of socks for Jeongin, and now fluffed up the pillows, adding a few from their couch and Jeongin’s room to create a comfortable pile.

Holding up one of the warmed blankets, Chan smiled as Jeongin crawled underneath it, accepted the two icepacks and placed them on his knees. He shivered slightly but Chan was quick to get into bed next to him and cover them both with the warmed blankets. Not able to move much to avoid the icepacks falling off, Jeongin simply dropped his head onto Chan’s shoulder and relaxed when the leader held him in a side-hug. Clearing his throat, Chan rasped: “Is it helping a little?” Jeongin gave a tiny nod and wrapped his arms around Chan’s bicep. If he couldn’t hug his hyung properly, he’d just have to hold onto his arm. “Mmh, cozy”, the maknae mumbled, eyes closed. Resting his chin on his dongsaeng’s head, Chan chuckled: “That’s what I was going for. You wanna listen to some music? Might be a nice distraction….” – “Please”, Jeongin yawned but made no move to let Chan get up again.

“Could I borrow my arm for a moment, please?”, Chan laughed quietly, turning his head to the side when it triggered a cough, “You get it back. I promise.” Though Jeongin pouted, he unwrapped himself from his hyung’s arm and let the older grab his phone and earphones. He sleepily accepted one of the earpieces and put it in, quickly reattaching himself to Chan’s arm while the leader struggled to fix the blanket around them with only one arm after it had slipped down to Jeongin’s waist. Putting on a calm playlist, Chan closed his eyes. He would never wish this misery on anyone but at the same time, he was relieved that he didn’t have to endure it all on his own. Jeongin had already fallen asleep with his head on Chan’s shoulder before the first song had ended but the leader didn’t mind. The more Jeongin slept, the less he’d have to consciously endure the pain.

Chan too was close to drifting off when his phone buzzed, their friends asking how they were holding up. Apparently, their manager had just broken the news that they were dealing with two sickies now. Minho even offered to stop by with soup for the two of them but Chan told him not to. It was already bad enough with one of their dorms struck down sick, with something so obviously contagious. They agreed that a manager would leave some pre-cooked meals in front of their door later that day, so contact would be as limited as possible. To soothe the members worries, Chan snapped a selfie of them both curled up together under their softest blankets, captioning it: ‘Warm bread'

[autobot2001]

September 2025 Masterlist

30 prompt fills for @sicktember and @whumptember. In addition to seven mini-stories, combining prompt fills. Most prompt fills are in the Call of Duty: Modern Warfare fandom, with a couple of crossovers with Transformers (Bayverse) and a slasher house AU. There is also a prompt fill in the Slasher House au and the Transformers (Bayverse) fandom. Under the cut

Mini stories (combining prompt fills) Disaster of a Mission- Sicktember day 2 & 28. Whumptember days 2, 4 & 23. Pneumonia - Sicktember day 3, 4, 20, 24, 26, 29 & 30. Whumptember day 3, 20, 29 & 30 A Severe injury- Sicktember day 8. Whumptember days 5 & 8. Cared For by Friends - Sicktember day 5, 9, 21, 23, 25, 27. Whumptember day 9 & 21.

Unexpected Reunion - Sicktember day 15 & 17. Whumptember day 17 & 18.

The Old Building - Sicktember day 19. Whumptember day 18 & 19. Sacrifice - Whumptember days 26 & 27. Individual prompt fills;

Day 1: Insomnia Prompts used: Sicktember: "It's the middle of the night, why are you up?" Whumptember: bedroom Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Ghost finds Jamie in the kitchen at midnight.

Day 2: Mission Gone Wrong Pt. 1 Prompts used: Sicktember: Forced to go to school/work while sick Whumptember: Bloodied clothes | crumbling building Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie is sick, but still has to go on a mission. The mission goes south.

Day 3: Concerned Friend Prompts used: Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Nikolai discovers that Jamie is unwell

Day 4.1: The Consequences of Ignoring Being Sick Prompt used: Sicktember: Pneumonia Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie has pneumonia

Day 4.2: Mission Gone Wrong Pt. 2 Prompts used: Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie is seriously injured and struggling to stay awake.

Day 5.1: Too Sick to Go Prompt used: Sicktember: Worst possible timing Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie is too ill to participate in a mission that would utilize her powers.

Day 5.2: Turn of Events Prompt used: Whumptember: Dagger Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie is stabbed with a dagger.

Day 6: Sick on a Mission Prompts used: Sicktember: The boy who cried sick Whumptember: Hotel room Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: A TF 141 member who always lies about being sick is sick on a mission.

Day 7: An Unusual Turn of Events Prompts used: Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie has a bad cough.

Day 8: A Serious Injury Prompts used: Sicktember: Aches and pains Whumptember: “How scared should I be right now?” Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Concern about Jamie's pain

Day 9: Can't Ignore Being Sick Prompts used: Sicktember: "Get your butt back in bed." Whumptember: bathroom Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Alejandro and Rodolfo care for Jamie while she's sick.

Day 10: The Weight We Carry Prompts used: Sicktember: Red eyes Whumptember: "I need your help." Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: T Warning: None Description: Ghost needs help calming Jame after a nightmare.

Day 11.1: Unknown Variables Prompts used: Sicktember: No known cure Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, Transformers (Bayverse) Rating: G Warning: None Description: Talking about Jamie's condition

Day 11.2: False Assumptions Prompts used: Whumptember: dungeon Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: The team is in a dungeon. Jamie finds them.

Day 12: Toughing It Out Prompts used: Sicktember: "You're adorable when you're sick." Whumptember: Warm blanket | whumpee in denial | safe house Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie, sick with a cold, goes on a mission.

Day 13: Recurring Anxiety Prompts used: Sicktember: Chronic illness. Whumptember: medbay Fandom: Transformers (Bayverse) Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie suffers a flare-up. Crosshairs and Drift struggle due to past trauma.

Day 14: Sparring Injury Prompts used: Sicktember: Bedridden. Whumptember: Alt 5; sprained ankle Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie sprains her ankle during sparring

Day 15.1: Migraine Prompt used: Sicktember: "This is the worst headache in my life." Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie has a migraine.

Day 15.2: Lost in the Woods Prompt used: Whumptember: Forest Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, Slasher AU Rating: G Warning: None Description: The team ends up separated after an explosion.

Day 16.1: Shared Sickness Prompt used: Sicktember: Misery loves company Fandom: Slasher house AU Rating: G Warning: None Description: Michael ends up sick like Jamie. He rests with her.

Day 16.2: When Two Killers Meet Prompt used: Whumptember: Dark alleyway Fandom: Halloween (2007), Transformers (Bayvers) Rating: G Warning: None Description: The Holiday Killer and Michael Myers meet

Day 17: A Calculated Risk Prompts used: Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie's wound becomes infected.

Day 18.1: For Her Sake Prompt used: Sicktember: "We're going to the hospital." Fandom: Slasher house AU Rating: G Warning: None Description: Hannibal’s concern about Jamie’s infection leads him to risk taking Jamie to the hospital.

Day 18.2: Trapped Prompt used: Whumptember: “I don’t see a way out of here.” Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Ghost, Jamie, and Soap end up trapped.

Day 19: Abandoned Building Prompts used: Sicktember: Stomach ache, Whumptember: abandoned building Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie has a stomachache as the team investigates an abandoned building.

Day 20: A Place of Comfort Prompts used: Sicktember: Fever nightmare Whumptember: Teary eye Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie has a nightmare while sick.

Day 21: Fever and Stubbornness Prompts used: Sicktember: "I'll make you some tea." / tea Whumptember: Fever Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Alejandro and Rodolfo take care of Jamie.

Day 22: Nightmare Prompts used: Sicktember: Sobbing Whumptember: “Just leave me alone.” Closed door | the foot of the bed Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie is found in her room, sobbing.

Day 23.1: Not Over a Cold Prompt used: Sicktember: Overdoing it. Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie thinks she's well enough to go back to working out.

Day 23.2: Running Out of Time Prompts used: Whumptember: Running out of time Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie is seriously injured.

Day 24.1: The Worst of it Prompt used: Sicktember: "I feel like I'm dying." Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie feels the worst of the pneumonia symptoms.

Day 24.2: An Alliance Built on a Lie Prompts used: Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, Transformers (Bayverse) Rating: G Warning: None Description: The TRFasks Task Force 141 to help capture a human ally of the Autobots.

Day 25.1: Feeling Worse Prompt used: Sicktember: Medicine Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie feels worse after a nap.

Day 25.2: Concern Prompt used: Whumptember: "I don't know who I am anymore." Broken mirror Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: T Warning: Talking about poor mental health Description: Jamie's mental health concerns Ghost and Soap.

Day 26.1: Jamie's Recovery Prompt used: Sicktember: warm bath Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie starts to feel better.

Day 26.2: No Choice But Sacrifice Prompt used: Whumptember: successful escape. Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie helps the others escape.

Day 27.1: Tea and Trouble Prompt used: Sicktember: "I'm sick, not stupid." Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie and Price argue.

Day 27.2: The Price of Sacrifice Prompts used: Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Price watches Jamie fight until she collapses to the ground.

Day 28.1: Her Fading Pulse Prompt used: Sicktember: Ghostly pale Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: The team watches Jamie fade away.

Day 28.2: Ignoring Injuries Prompts used: Whumptember: “As long as I’m conscious, I’ll fight.” Broken ribs | bloodied and bruised | medical tent Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Jamie continues to fight while injured,

Day 29: The Captain's Assurance Prompts used: Sicktember: Came back worse/round two Whumptember: “What do I need to do?” Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Price assures Nikolai that Jamie will be ok.

Day 30: The Price of Worry Prompts used: Sicktember: "You're too sick to…" Whumptember: “When was the last time you slept?” Warm drink | kitchen Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: G Warning: None Description: Nikolai struggles to sleep.

[autobot2001]

Unknown Variables

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare, Transformers (Bayverse) Rating: G Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Talking about Jamie's condition> Originally, this was going to start from the beginning. How this meeting is arranged, but I worried about how long it would be before getting to the sicktember prompt fill.

Day 11.1; @sicktember; no known cure

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Colonel Lennox, John Price, and Kate Lasswell, with Ratchet and Optimus’ holoforms, are in the conference room; Price suspects he and Lasswell are not being told everything. “You didn’t tell us everything, did you?” He asks. The Autobots and Lennox exchange silent glances. “They have to know,” Lennox says. Ratchet and Optimus agree. Laswell and Price didn’t think the Autobots would inform them of another medical condition. While they’ve done well to explain how Jamie is a good soldier while dealing with anxiety and depression, and how Optimus and Ratchet vouched for Jamie when the U.S. government questioned her mental state, even though she was part of the Autobots’ military, Laswell and Prie worry about this medical condition as they listen to Ratchet explain the condition. “… there’s no known cure as she’s the only case,” Ratchet finishes. The Autobot medic then pulls out a folder. The medical record he has on Jamie. He shows Price his simple record of Jamie’s chronic condition and the flare-ups she deals with. Price worries Jamie’s condition might cause problems, given the differences between N.E.S.T. and Task Force 141. “This makes things more complicated,” Price says. “Between her anxiety and depression. The request to allow Jamie to return to N.E.S.T. when needed, and this medical condition…” “And I suspect there’s more you’re not telling us?” Laswell asks. “What the hell are we getting ourselves into?” Price asks, sounding annoyed. “Having an incredible soldier on your team,” Optimus says. “We understand this is a lot,” Lennox says, “and it’s about to get more difficult. If you don’t want Jamie on Task Force 141, there’s no reason to continue.” Laswell and Price feel like they’re in a tough spot. Price reads over the papers Ratchet gave him. Price feels like he’s missing an opportunity to have a noble soldier on his team if he declines, but the medical conditions concern him.

[autobot2001]

The Weight We Carry

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare Rating: T Warning: None Pairing: None Description: Ghost needs help calming Jame after a nightmare.

Day 10; @sicktember: Red eyes @whumptember: "I need your help."

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"I need your help, Price," Ghost says. "Why? You're doing fine." "I wouldn't say so. I've been trying to calm her for ten minutes." This worries Price. He doesn't take long to realize that Jamie doesn't understand that she had a nightmare reliving friends being killed, and thinks it happened today. Ghost worries as he listens to Price tell him his suspicion. While Jamie doesn't have nightmares about friends dying often, this still worries Ghost and Price. Price moves Jamie onto his lap and hugs her. "Listen to me, Jamie, you're ok. You had a nightmare. It's all in the past." Price rubs Jamie's back, hoping to calm her. Uncertain if she's listening to what he's saying. Ghost takes Jamie's hand. "We're safe," he assures her. The two continue to be reassuring. Jamie slowly calms down. Once she stops, her eyes are red and puffy. "That's never happened before," Ghost worries. "That we know of," Price says. However, it's more worrisome if this is her first nightmare about friends being killed. Why now? Will this issue persist? We'll talk about this in the morning. We must get her back to sleep." Price lays Jamie in bed. The bed is crammed with Ghost and Price lying on either side of Jamie. Ghost and Price end up falling asleep with her.