#vex fic

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entourageshipping for the sickfic?

Platinum sighed. “Diamond, we told you this would happen.” Diamond weakly swatted her hand away, groaning melodramatically as he sank further into the couch. “That was the best meal I’ve ever had... why does food like to hurt me like this?” he moaned. “It’s a hard reality, but... I guess you’ll have to stomach it,” Platinum replied. Diamond began to laugh, clutching his aching stomach in pain as he giggled. “Bad puns are my job!” he complained. “And making sure you don’t get sick is my job,” Pearl replied as he came into the room with two hot water bottles. “This should help,” he said. “Let me know if you need anything else.” Diamond smiled and closed his eyes. “You guys are the best.”

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If you don’t mind, FranticShipping for the sickfic, please? (Maybe, hopefully?)

Ruby stared down at the soup, eyebrows furrowed as he watched his own reflection waver in the bowl. He sniffled in displeasure. He may have been sick... but was it worth it? “There’s no grass in here right?” “Nuh uh.” “No dirt?” “No.” “Nothing you dug up in the w--” “Just drink it.” Ruby stared up at Sapphire, who was glaring at the ground with a fiery flush on her cheeks. Realizing he had probably offended her, he hid his shame by tilting the soup bowl up and taking a long sip. Holy cow.  This was amazing! Whatever Sapphire had made had warmed him to his core, caressing him like a warm hug as he savored every delicious ounce of it. Sapphire took a quick glance at him, trying to gauge his reaction.  “It’s incredible,” he said with a soft smile. Sapphire perked up instantly, trying to hide a grin.  “You really think so?” “I know so. It’s soft and warm and wonderful... just like you~”

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If you don’t mind doing agencyshipping for the prompt may I please have some agencyshipping?

White was not a trainer. She didn’t trek over mountains or wade through swamps, finding herself more comfortable in high rises than rope bridges. And yet, here she was knee-deep in filth as she called her boyfriends’ name. He had been missing for 2 days without a phone call or a text or anything. He never did that. He simply said he was going to train and didn’t come back.  “Black?” she called. The Moor of Icirrus swallowed her words, the only response the squish of her own boots in the muddy puddles.  “BLACK!” she tried again, cupping her hands like she had seen him do so many times before. A feeble reply rang out from below.  White moved cautiously towards the source of the noise, noticing a steep cliff-face that blended in with the surroundings rather well. She saw ridges in the mud, a few scattered rocks, a familiar backpack that had fallen off during the scramble. Someone had slid right over the edge. As her stomach sank, she peered over and saw someone crumped on the ground below.  “Black?” she asked. The figure below coughed, his entire body shaking.  “Hey sweetie,” he replied weakly. “I knew you’d come looking for me.”

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Oldrivalshipping for the sickfic? Pretty please :)

When Green opened his door on that chilly, rainy Sunday night, he was expecting a stray pokemon or a salesperson with a terrible shift. He certainly was not expecting a girl. And yet, here she was, marching into his foyer the moment he opened he door with shaking shoulders and a red nose. Letting her soaking jacket fall to the floor, she sniffled and hobbled into the kitchen.  “What are you doing?” he asked. She flinched at the accusation in his voice, not bothering to turn around as she mumbled into the cabinets.  “Just letting something warm. I’ll leave soon,” she replied, tugged a can of chicken soup from the back of the cabinet. Green sighed. That pesky girl could try and scam him, flirt with him, or defeat him in a battle. But expecting him to sit there while she was sick and cold? She clearly didn’t know him at all.  Green walked away, shutting and locking the door before Blue had noticed his absence. By the time she turned around, spoon in hand, he was already holding out a towel, a pair of Daisy’s pajamas in his other hand. Blue looked him up and down as though expecting a trap.  “You’re cold and wet. Change into something dry while I heat up the soup. You’re staying here tonight,” he commanded. For once, Blue didn’t complain. There was no grumbling, so snarky comment, no nothing-- just a quick peck on the cheek as she took the pajamas and went to get herself changed. 

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“Guess yelling all the time made you hoarse, huh?” Whitley teased, a rare hint of sarcasm in her voice. Had Hugh’s throat not been burning, he would have told her off and wiped the coy little smile right off her face, but all he could do now was scowl and hope his disapproval shone through. Whitley only giggled at him, making his annoyance melt away as quickly as morning’s frost. It was hard to stay mad at the girl making playful jabs at you while handing you cough syrup and warm soup.  Hugh moved to speak, but Whitley silenced him with a finger to the lips.  “You need your strength. Just relax for a bit.” Hugh sighed, snuggling deeper into the pillow as Whitley brushed some hair out of his face. Gently, she leaned forward and planted a quick peck on his forehead.  “That should help,” she said. Hugh smiled, a warm coming to his cheeks that had nothing to do with the fever. 

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sabblue for the sickfic meme if you're still taking requests?

“You’re an idiot,” Sabrina said. Blue paused, the blanket still bundled in her arms, and cocked an eyebrow.  “Who’s the sick one again?” she asked. Sabrina pouted and let Blue drape the blanket over her. She handed her girlfriend a warm bowl of curry and put a fizzy drink on the bedside table to calm her stomach, then moved to leave.  “Wait,” Sabrina said despite herself. Blue turned back for a moment, a smile playing on her lips.  “I thought you said I was an idiot.” “I know, and you are, staying so close to someone with the flu, but... can you stay? Over there, so you don’t get sick.” Blue laughed. “Of course, love.”

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kantoshipping for the sickfic meme pls! also you guys make me laugh every time!

Thanks so much!!

How the four of them managed to get sick at the exact same time was beyond even them, especially since they rarely met up all together like this for more than a few hours a week. Despite the strangeness of the situation, however, nothing changed: they still had to wait out the sickness together, cooped up in the same house. Surprisingly, they all got along a lot better than any of them expected, and by the third day they were snuggling together on the couch, falling asleep in each others’ arms, and learning just how to balance their sleep schedules and favorite foods. Maybe Red was right all along-- maybe they SHOULD be living together!

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If you’re still doing writing requests, could I ask for Haughtyshipping?

Platinum sighed and flipped through the channels, wondering how long it was going to take for Pearl to get home. Just as she managed to find something that interested her, there was a familiar slam as Pearl knocked the door practically off its hinges and flew into the room like a cyclone, dumping four overflowing shoppings bags onto the table. Pearl unloaded from them what must have been an entire pharmacy of medicine, chocolates, teddy bears with hearts of them-- everything she could possibly want.  “I hope this is ok,” he said, planting a small kiss on her forehead. Platinum smiled, snuggling tighter into her blanket and giving him a little nod. She really was starting to feel better, but she could pretend to be sick just a little longer if it meant some more time with him.