#Best Humidifier for Baby

[navybrat817]

How does Bucky handle you being sick? 🥺

I may have gone overboard, nonnie. 😂

Sick Day

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky takes care of you when you get a cold. He also takes care of the guy who may have given you a cold.

Word Count: Over 2.4k

Warnings: Fluff, humor, established relationship, reader has a cold, implied smut, interrogation, Bucky Barnes being a ridiculously wonderful boyfriend in love (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: I don't know where this came from. Maybe a bit of inspiration from @inklore here. 😂❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

When you had a hard time getting out of bed this morning due to a cold you caught at work, you tried to brush it off. Bucky immediately called in to take a personal day and said he had to take care of you, which forced you to take a sick day as well. It was for the best. You had a tendency to push yourself past your limit some days and he kept you in check.

You snatched a tissue out of the box beside you just in time to sneeze into it. With a pained groan, you scrunched up your face and dropped the tissue into the small pile in your lap. It took you a moment to sip your water, followed by your herbal tea. Though your throat was sore, you had to stay hydrated. You also had to get some rest.

Bucky wouldn’t let you hear the end of it if you didn’t.

“I hate this,” you mumbled to yourself before your boyfriend rushed into the living room to check on you, his piercing eyes searching the room as if to assess a threat.

“I heard you talking, baby. You need to rest your voice,” he said, adjusting the humidifier he set on the coffee table before his concerned gaze snapped back to you. “Wait. Do you need something? Do you not have enough blankets? I can get you more tea. Or I can put something on TV. Shit, where’s the writing pad?”

You tried not to smile as the massive shirtless supersoldier bustled around the room. He hadn’t seen you under the weather since the two of you started dating and you should’ve known he’d make a big deal out of it. Whether it had to do with growing up with Steve who dealt with all sorts of ailments or simply because it was his girlfriend feeling less than stellar, you weren’t sure. Either way, it was endearing to see the former Winter Soldier worked up over you.

He had nothing to worry about though.

“I’m fine,” you croaked before you went into a coughing fit.

Bucky’s eyes widened as he crouched beside you and brought the water back to your lips once you had yourself under control. His brows furrowed when he checked your forehead with his right hand, which made you fall in love with him a little more. You tried to tell him earlier to keep his distance so he didn’t get sick before he gently reminded you that he wasn’t exactly prone to catching colds thanks to the serum.

A silver lining from the pain he had to go through.

“You’re not fine. You’re sick. Well, you’re still 'fine',” he smiled a little, making your heart swell. “I used that in the right context, didn’t I?”

You almost went into another coughing fit as you giggled, the sound huskier and deeper than normal. “Only you would think I’m fine when I’m like this,” you said, reaching up to run your fingers through his silky chestnut hair. He hadn’t brushed it today. Too busy taking care of you. “And I’m not ‘sick’ sick. it’s just a cold.”

“It isn’t just a cold. Not to me,” he said, his jaw clenching as his vibranium fingers curled.

“I’ll be better before you know it,” you assured him, raising an eyebrow as his cheek twitched. “What’s the matter?”

Why is he getting himself worked up?

“I just don’t like you feeling any kind of pain,” he said, leaning up so he could press his lips to your forehead. He huffed as they lingered there. “I wish I could take it away and I can’t.”

It was a sweet sentiment, especially after everything he went through.

“I know you would if you could and it’s okay that you can’t,” you said. You understood where he was coming from though because you didn’t like the idea of him in pain either. He had a heart almost as large as his body and you were lucky to get a single ounce of his love. “Don’t worry, okay?”

“You’re my girl and it's impossible not to worry,” he said, a touch of possession and tenderness seeping into his tone. Belonging to him was as natural as breathing. “But I'll try to relax a bit.”

“As long as you try,” you said as he pressed another kiss to your forehead.

Your head tingled from his lips before you frowned. This close, you could usually get a whiff of his woodsy cologne. Your eyes welled up when you inhaled again and couldn’t smell him, doing your best to blink the tears away so he wouldn't catch them. It was silly that you suddenly missed the comfort of that smell because your nose was acting up.

He didn’t need your tears on top of that.

But, of course, he caught your sad sniffle, which sounded slightly different from your cold sniffle. His body stiffened, like a cobra ready to strike. “Tell me what’s wrong, even if I can’t physically fix it.”

God, I love this man.

“I know this is going to sound ridiculous, but I really miss the smell of your cologne,” you told him, your gaze probably nothing short of pathetic as you tilted your head to see his handsome face.

Your breath caught when he looked back at you and brushed a tear away with his thumb. There was nothing but love and adoration in those brilliant eyes of his. It made you feel lighter.

“That’s far from ridiculous because I smell amazing,” he teased, bumping his nose against yours to bring a smile to your face. “How about I spray the blankets after you take a nap and I make you some soup? That way my scent will be there even if you can't smell it.”

Tears clogged your throat as you gave him a nod, committing the moment to memory. You were used to going it alone before he came into your life. He couldn’t take the pain away, but he could make you feel better in ways that mattered to you. That likely comforted him just as much as it soothed you.

“That would be great,” you said, yawning a bit. “Can we watch a movie after my nap?”

“We'll watch whatever you want.”

You pulled him close so he could join you on the couch, knowing that his muscular and warm frame against yours would feel just as comforting and safe as the blanket that covered you. And he relaxed and quickly accepted your wordless invitation to wrap his arms around you, keeping you in his loving embrace. It was home and always would be.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” you said, closing your eyes as you nuzzled your head against his bare chest. “I love you.”

“I’ll always take care of you,” he promised, his vibranium hand moving in slow circles along your back as you began to drift off. “I love you, too.”

You let out a happy moan before you said one more thing. “And hunt down the person who gave me this cold, okay?”

With your eyes shut, you didn’t see the determination written all over his face. “You got it, baby.”

You were right as rain and back to work a couple of days later, thanks to Bucky caring for you and some much needed rest. Not even an hour into your shift though, Steve requested for you to meet him in the second lower level. You didn't hide your surprise as that was usually reserved for interrogations.

Which was exactly why he called you down there.

“What's going on?” You asked as you walked into the viewing room. Steve, Sam, Natasha, and Tony all looked your way, but didn't give you any sort of response. “Seriously, what's up?”

“You don't know?” Natasha responded, nodding toward the glass.

You followed her gaze with a gasp as you saw Bucky tower over some blonde male agent in the cell. Your boyfriend was almost unrecognizable with his face devoid of any emotion, dominant and on the edge of terrifying. It was a far cry from the loving side you were privy to, yet you loved this side of him just the same.

“Buck dragged John down here a few minutes ago,” Steve explained in a quiet voice as he punched the bridge of his nose. “Said something about him hurting you.”

You tilted your head as you looked at John, recognizing him after a second due to his punchable face. “Him? No. He didn't hurt me. He just bumped into me the other day in the break room,” you explained. Which wasn't that big of a deal to you, but probably offensive to Bucky. “But he didn't apologize.”

He also had a cold.

Oh, no.

“So, you had nothing to do with this?” Sam asked, chuckling as you lifted your chin.

“No, I didn't,” you replied as you bit your lip. “At least, I don't think I had anything to do with this.”

Your heart raced faster when Bucky pushed the sleeves of his shirt up and gripped John by the collar, the veins in his right arm popping out. You wished you could lick them. Maybe later.

“I know it was you, you piece of shit,” he said, roughly shoving the agent back into his chair. “You got my girl sick.”

Oh, Bucky.

You stared straight ahead as you felt the group collectively look your way, refusing to react under their stares. “Before any of you say another word, this is definitely not my fault,” you stated.

“Of course it isn't,” Natasha smirked. She knew Bucky loved to play the hero on your behalf even though you could take care of yourself. “Just enjoy the show.”

Your mouth fell open as your boyfriend slammed his left fist on the table, leaving a sizable dent as John nearly fell backwards in his chair. This guy was an agent? He was either new to interrogations or simply scared shitless of the former assassin.

Maybe both.

But you ignored him as you shifted your attention back to your beefy, perfect boyfriend.

When you had mumbled for him to find the person who gave you the cold, you didn’t think he’d actually do it. You weren’t sure how he narrowed down to John, but the former assassin was resourceful and you should've known he'd take you seriously. And, fuck, if it wasn’t slightly mortifying on your behalf and hot as hell watching him in action.

“That cold you gave her made her cry. You made my girl cry. Do you know what I do to guys like you who make my girl cry?” Bucky said through his teeth, bringing his fist down on the table again as John flinched and you smiled. With all the strength he possessed, you never had to worry that he'd hurt you. But you couldn't say the same for the frightened agent. “You're about to find out.”

You didn't think you could love Bucky more after he helped you get over your cold, but he proved you wrong.

And you could now add Bucky threatening people to your list of things that made you dreamily sigh and tingle between your thighs.

“Look, I'm sorry. I’m sorry! All I did was bump into her. It was an accident!” John shouted, putting his hands up in surrender and trembling when Bucky stood to his full height and cracked his neck. Your boyfriend waited a beat before he grabbed one of his hands and began to twist, making the agent pale as you bit back a whimper. “Fuck, stop! I won’t even breathe around her again. I’ll hold my breath! Just let me go!”

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?” Tony asked you, taking out his phone to type a quick message as you hummed. Maybe you were enjoying it. How many guys went out of their way to scare someone who possibly gave you a cold? “Does the Manchurian Candidate know how much I’ll have to pay to keep this guy from suing him?”

“We can tell him it was a prank?” Steve suggested, bringing another laugh out of Sam as Natasha shook her head.

Bucky's eyes narrowed as he flung the hand away, his hair falling in his eyes as you held your breath. He looked like a wild animal, untamed and stunning. “I should choke you. Make you see how long you can really hold your breath before you pass out,” he snarled as John rubbed his sore skin.

Steve snuck a glance at you, his cheeks a little pink when you put a hand to your throat. “I don't want to overstep because you're my best friend's girl, but you do know you just moaned, right?” He whispered low enough for only you to hear.

Oops.

“Oh, my god,” you groaned, putting your warm face in your hands to hide your embarrassment for a moment. “Is anyone going to stop him?!”

“Why haven’t you stopped him?” Natasha countered knowingly.

Because I’m too busy thinking of how I’m going to suck his dick so good later that I'll make him see God.

You took a breath as the ache between your legs got stronger and pressed the button beside the glass. “Bucky?”

He swung his head toward the glass and met your gaze even though he couldn’t see you. No matter what, he’d always be able to spot you. “Hey, baby. I found the prick who gave you a cold. Want me to beat the shit out of him?” he bragged as John paled.

“I love you,” you giggled from how sweet and ridiculous he was. “And no. I appreciate you defending me, but I think you can let him go.”

Tony playfully rolled his eyes when Bucky grinned. “Your crazy matches his crazy.”

True.

“Okay. I love you, too,” Bucky said in a light tone, his smile falling the second he looked back at John and smacked the table against the wall with a clang. The agent looked like he was on the verge of passing out. “Next time you see my girl, apologize and walk away. And the next time you have a cold, stay the fuck home or you'll answer to me.”

Yeah. I’m going to suck the soul from his body to thank him for everything the moment we get home.

And maybe the two of you could take another sick day to spend the day in bed.

Totally normal boyfriend, right? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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[adore-laur]

DAD HARRY BLURB

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With chopsticks perched between his fingertips, Harry distractedly picked at the steaming bowl of spicy chow mein noodles resting in his lap. The bright glow coming from the TV screen was the only illumination in the living room, and his tired eyes were glued to some nature documentary about snow monkeys. Beyond the curtains was a pitch-black sky. The ocean waves outside were calm. Inside, a steady noise came from the humidifier. The ambiance was ideal for a good night's sleep, but your hyperactive mind made it a futile endeavor.

In the dead of night, your cheek found a cozy position on Harry's shoulder—it was sturdy, warm, and the collector of your tears. He was the one you leaned on most in the last nine months, when exhaustion and exasperation pounded into your bones. To quell your discomfort, he massaged your swollen feet with attentive precision, shaved your legs when you couldn't see anything below your baby bump, adjusted to your hormonal mood swings with empathy, and cooked your favorite meals when getting out of bed felt like a chore. Above all, he made you feel beautiful each time your body changed. And as those changes came quickly and ruthlessly, he let it be known that his attraction to you wasn't fading. Not in the slightest.

In fact, it seemingly grew tenfold the moment you told Harry you were pregnant. You noticed his gaze lingering on your body more often, with an obsessive hunger darkening his irises. Throughout your pregnancy, he paid special attention to the widening shape of your hips, the heaviness of your breasts, and the blooming swell of your stomach. He documented the progression by taking weekly side-view pictures of your bump. He also wrote down milestones in his journal, like when the baby first kicked and where he had been when he found out the gender.

The obsession went both ways. With your zany hormones, you were more attracted to Harry than ever. It was borderline insane how often you wanted to jump his bones. He gained some sympathy weight and let his hair grow out. He embraced his stubble, which was a weakness of yours since you first started dating him. Most tempting was how seriously he prepared himself for fatherhood—building the crib with his bare hands, deep cleaning the house to show his appreciation, reading parenting books and asking you to quiz him on the content, and simply doting on you when you weren’t feeling like the best version of yourself. Needless to say, you were insatiable around him, and he gladly entertained your desires with an equal amount of fervor. The flame of romance was never snuffed out.

When the documentary ended, you rubbed your eyes and sighed. Anxiety about knowing the baby could come any minute had made you an insomniac, hence the midnight TV and leftovers session with your husband, who was also itching for something to happen. You both were getting a head start on sleep deprivation, at least—not that it was something to brag about.

At almost forty-one weeks pregnant, your baby girl was taking her sweet time. The obstetrician had said you would have to be induced if nothing progressed in two days. While holed up in the house, waiting for the first sign of labor, you and Harry had tried everything to try to kickstart the process—walking along the beach, eating spicy food like the chow mein Harry cooked tonight, and even desperate rounds of sex every morning since your due date passed. Nothing worked, causing frustration to build on both ends. The hospital bags were packed and waiting by the front door, and impatience gnawed away at your sanity every time you looked at them.

"Gotta pee," you said, sitting up with a groan. Your lower back ached, one of the many reasons why sleeping soundly was so unachievable.

Harry offered you his hand without a second thought, giving you leverage to get off the couch. The motion left you winded as you slowly waddled to the bathroom just down the hall, blindly touching the walls before reaching the light switch. You flicked it on, your eyes squinting against the harsh ceiling light. In the mirror above the sink, you stared at your reflection. Harry's shirt he lent you when your clothes no longer fit was stretched awkwardly over your stomach. You forewent wearing pants around the house because you simply couldn't be bothered. Altogether, you looked as miserable as you felt. As much as you were terrified to give birth, you just wanted to get it over with so you didn't have to feel so on edge all the time.

After emptying your bladder, you washed your hands and then stretched your back by resting your forearms on the sink and bending forward. Through the aches, you thought about Harry and how he had politely demanded the baby to come out yesterday, speaking to your bump in a hushed voice like it was a secret conversation between the two of them. Her response was several fluttery kicks to his palm, to which Harry then blew raspberries against the outline of her tiny foot—or maybe fist—to coax her out. It obviously didn't work, but it was fun to watch her move around so actively. It was like she was teasing you both, saying, Not yet, Mom and Dad. It's warm and cozy in here.

You smiled, feeling a rush of happiness at the memory. Harry was going to be such a wonderful first-time dad. He was devoted, patient, and playful in all the right moments. You had no doubt he would slip into the role perfectly. It was evident in the way he treated you, how he treated his mother, and even how he treated strangers on the street. He had so much love to give. Compassion coursed through his veins.

When you straightened your posture, a weird sensation occurred. You felt a peculiar pop, then a trickle of something down the insides of your thighs. You stood stock still, your fried brain working extra hard to process the situation, then looked at the floor, seeing a continuous drip of clear fluid pooling on the tiles. You knew what that meant, but you were paralyzed as glorious relief and sheer panic wrestled with your heartstrings. Did you manifest it? Or had time merely lapped you until you got dizzy? It was impossible to comprehend how the months had gone by at warp speed and also at an excruciatingly slow pace.

"Harry?" you called out apprehensively, resting your head against the wall.

A few seconds passed before he casually replied, "Yeah?"

You blew out a shaky exhale. "Come here, please."

Silence hung in the air until you heard the creak of the wood floors and the soft padding of his socked feet. You met him halfway in the dark hallway, standing awkwardly while holding your bump. The bathroom light spilled out like a spotlight shining down on you. Surely, he could see "it's time" written all over your face.

"Hi," you whispered, slightly embarrassed about the unusual state you were in. "Um... I think my water just broke."

Harry’s hands reached out like you were a timid animal and he was trying not to spook you. His eyes were wide as they roved over your body, unsure of how to proceed. He eventually stepped closer, then crouched to observe the fluid coating your bare legs.

"Yeah, I think it did," he replied hoarsely, his voice quiet with awe. “Those noodles must have done the trick."

A hysteric, breathy laugh bubbled up your throat. "No, I think she's finally ready to meet us."

At those words, Harry's features transformed into barely restrained excitement, with deep dimples appearing beside his gorgeous smile. He cradled your bump and spoke against it. "About time, baby girl. We've been going stir crazy out here."

A tear trailed down your cheek, the emotional reality hitting you with full force. This was it. This was the moment your life began to tilt toward a new purpose.

The pleasant thought was short-lived as a twinge of pain sparked in your lower abdomen. You grunted and pressed against the spot with your palm, a grimace tugging at your lips. Your belly tightened, causing you to grip Harry's shoulders for support.

"Oh, it's really happening," he said, standing and rubbing his forehead in shock. "Okay. All right. Should we..."

"Hospital," you mumbled, pinching your eyes shut.

"Right. Good thinking." Harry broke out of his trance and carefully guided you down the hall. He situated you on the couch before stressfully spinning in a circle, figuring out a plan of action. He hurried over to the two big duffel bags by the door and hefted them over his shoulders with ease. He then reached for the bowl where the car keys were, and you watched him open the front door while unlocking the car and pressing the button to open the garage door. After starting the engine and shoving the bags in the trunk, he came back inside.

"It hurts," you said weakly, groaning while hunched over. It was only going to get worse until the nurses gave you an epidural injection, which was also going to hurt. Hours, maybe even days, of physical pain lay ahead, and the prospect made you want to weep.

"I know, sweetheart," Harry replied. "Let's put your coat and shoes on, then we can leave."

"Hold on. Just... wait until this contraction passes."

He nodded and sat beside you. "What can I do?" he asked softly, his leg bouncing as he scanned your face.

"Brush your teeth. Your breath smells—ow—like chow mein." There was no suppressing your brutal honesty when in the thick of dealing with pain.

He blinked and smiled, like your complaint had completely unaffected him. "Noted."

While he obeyed your command, you got up and slid your sandals on. The contraction gradually subsided, but you still felt a heavy pressure near your pelvis. She was wasting no time in announcing her arrival.

Harry returned with a sweatshirt and a pair of sneakers on. His hair was tied up, and despite his confident walk toward you, you knew he was nervous based on his fidgety hands and rosy cheeks.

"Let's go," you said, standing by the door.

Harry stared at you with an affectionate gleam in his eyes. "You don't have any pants on, my love."

You glanced down, raising your brows in realization. "Whoops."

He was already on his way to the bedroom, laughing and calling out behind him, "Shorts, leggings, or sweatpants?"

You struggled for an answer since none of those options would fit well enough, hence the going shamelessly pantsless at home during the past month. Eventually, you decided, "My beach skirt, please."

He quickly retrieved your long sarong wrap skirt that was made out of soft, breathable fabric. He helped you into it, adjusting the stretchy waistband over your bump. It looked ridiculous paired with Harry's casual T-shirt on your upper half, but you were comfortable, and that was what mattered most.

"Can I take a picture of you like this?" Harry asked.

You frowned. "Why?"

"Because you look beautifully disheveled right now, and I want to keep this memory forever."

With a scowl, you reluctantly agreed with a grumbled "Fine."

He took out his phone and captured a couple of candid pictures of you leaning against the wall with your hands cupped under your bump. You had no desire to smile or pose.

After shoving his phone back in his pocket, he exhaled and cupped your cheeks. "Ready to have this baby?"

You stared into his eyes, getting lost in their gentleness. "My body is screaming yes, but my brain says absolutely not."

Harry kissed you briefly, a cool blast of mint gracing your lips. "I'm in your corner, okay? I'll be at your beck and call in that hospital room."

"Can you give birth for me?"

He chuckled, smoothing his thumbs under your eyes—you hadn't realized they were damp. "I would in a heartbeat if that were possible."

“You’ll regret saying that,” you replied dryly. “It’s not going to be a pretty sight.”

“We’ll see.” Another contraction ensued, a little more persistent than the last. Harry noticed and cautiously led you past the threshold. "Time to meet our girl,” he whispered, locking the door behind him.

Stepping into the November night, you inhaled the crisp air into your lungs and embraced the transcendent phase of life on the horizon.

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[anadiasmount]

something about dad!jude porfavorrrrr I need this in my life 😍😍😍 I feel like Jude would be such a good dad especially with a little girl. Aaaaaaa porfa haz esto

amorcito te quiero tanto, por eso te escribo este blurb para ti!! 😘 haven’t been okay since that pic with a little baby 😔💔

“look who it is ellie! it’s dada!” you say in a baby voice, jude walking in and immediately rushing to both of you. your daughter excitedly gasped and kicked her feet, anxious to be in her daddies hold. jude kisses her chubby cheeks and forehead, whispering just how much he missed her and you.

jude placed her on his side, his hand brushing your cheek and capturing your lips in an awaited kiss. just a couple days apart but it drive him crazy. he hated being away especially when the two of you were left alone. “how are you? was she okay?” he asked, walking into the kitchen hearing ellie blabbering.

“more than okay, she slept through all the nights, maybe woke up once or twice but overall she did so good,” you sighed, making a cup of tea for the two of you since it was late. you wore one of jude’s oversized tees and a pair of cookie monster oh shorts. jude finding it hard to be away, especially with his daughter along him.

he missed the two of you terribly. his thoughts constantly consumed at how you were doing? what you were up to? if you were okay? he was super protective and only wanted the best for his girls. “i missed you so much little one, tore my heart when i saw you crying when i left,” jude pouted before blowing raspberries in her neck and tummy, loud giggle taking over the room.

when jude had away games, he had to leave with his daughter clung into him, tears in her big brown eyes, repeatedly calling out for him as a sign to not go. it was always such a hard thing and he felt guilty leaving you with her in that state.

“did so good for mommy! that means i’ll buy you ice cream, new bows for your hair and a new toy,” he promises seeing her make an o shape with her mouth and looking at you in shock. the two of you copying her which made her squeal. “she is so big now,” jude said sadly, looking into his daughters eyes, ellie offering a toothy smile. “can you stay this tiny?”

you wrapped your hand around his bicep, kissing it before slowly rubbing away the food on ellie’s mouth, pushing her wet and already coated with products curls up. the night shower going to help her fall asleep, all through the night once again. ellie yawned, leaning her head on her daddies shoulder, tiny hand also coming up to lay beneath her her cheek.

jude rubbed his hand against her back, cooing her to sleep. he grabbed her milk and pouring into her disney princess themed bottle, also grabbing her binkie just incase. “you got it or want me to do it?” you ask him, also yawning due to how late it was. “i can do it, just wait for me in our room, i’ll be there soon,” he pecked your lips sealing the promise.

he walked into ellie’s room, turning on the air humidifier, and lamp in the corner of her room. changing her into a new diaper as she fought her sleep. jude sat on the rocking chair, ellie laying in his arms as he gave her the bottle and read a book quietly to her. it seemed like she wanted to stay up, but it was past her bedtime and she needed to sleep.

jude stood up after reading three books, rocking her gently and softly side to side, her binkie now in her mouth as she slowly fluttered her eyes to sleep. “you’re so beautiful ellie, i love you so much my sweet girl…” he sang and hummed the lullabies you sing to her when she was with you. kissing her cheeks and curls, once she finally fell asleep in his arms, grabbing the back of her head gently and placing her in the crib.

“shh, shh, shh, shh,” jude said softly, fixing her small pillow and covering her with a blanket, tucking her teddy bear next to her and the binkie as well. jude fixed the baby camera grabbing the charged screen and shutting the lights off. he put back the books and took the empty bottle with him as well. he closed the door to her room as quiet as possible, going downstairs to wash the bottle and coming back up immediately.

“i brought her a new one, just incase she does wake up at night,” jude said to you, placing the small bottle into the tiny fridge you had. “thank you handsome,” you spoke tiredly, wanting nothing more than to finally sleep. jude checked on ellie one more time through the baby monitor, seeing her sound asleep with her arms up.

“was she fussy?”

“nope not at all. she fought her sleep but that was all,” he said laying next to you, bringing yo to his side and kissing you deeply. “i want another baby,” jude pouted. you giggled, “i know you do… but i want to enjoy our time with ellie first, see her grow up and enjoy our time a bit before bringing another baby into our lives.”

“you’re such a good dad to her jude, she’s so lucky to have you, i’m so lucky to have you! but seeing you with our ellie it’s just so pure and a different love. you’re a natural, so loving, gentle, and you spoil her like crazy…” you whisper, making jude nervous and shy.

“a natural? really?”

“mhmm. it’s like you were made or were already ready for this dad life,” you nod kissing his jaw. “i love you y/n. i hope you know that making you my wife has been the most amazing decision ever. and make you a mommy as well,” jude teased, feeling the gently slap in his chest. “seriously, thank you for bringing and carrying my ellie to us…”

the next morning jude was up first, leaving a kiss on your head before grabbing the monitor and seeing ellie awake. jude smiled wide, making grabby hands at her when she grabbed onto the railings almost jumping in excitement. “good morning my sweet angel! how’d you sleep?” he kissed all over her face, pushing her coils back as she squealed loudly.

jude put the baby monitor to charge, walking downstairs to the kitchen and pouring her juice in a bottle. “let’s make you and mommy some breakfast okay?” jude said, still carrying her since she refused to be put down. he made coffee and cut up some fruit for ellie, siting her in her high chair.

he poured the coffee in the mugs, fixing the plate with eggs, fruit, utensils, syrup and small waffles in the breakfast stand. carding both his daughter and the food all the way upstairs. “go go go! go wake mommy up,” jude ushered, laughing at ellie crawling rapidly to you.

someone tugging on your hair woke you up, seeing your daughter clapping as she giggled. “hi good morning my silly ellie girl,” you kissed her head sitting up and rubbing your eyes. jude came to your side, rubbing your back with his hand and offering you coffee, “me and ellie made breakfast for you.”

“did you really? you helped daddy?” you praise her, ellie siting on your lap as you took a sip of coffee. jude say next to you, kissing you and whispering a good morning before feeding ellie some breakfast and her silly cup with juice.

“would exchange anything to spend my morning like this with my beautiful girls…”

[b4mpyre-k1zz3s]

The Jackass Guys Taking Care of You while you’re Sick HCs!

Johnny Knoxville X Fem!Reader, Chris Pontius X Fem!Reader, Steve-O X Fem!Reader, Bam Margera X Fem!Reader, Ryan Dunn X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of illness, pet names (ie. darlin’), alcohol

An: While writing this, I was actually bed bound for two days to to a nasty respiratory illness, so I think you could guess where my inspiration came from XD Ironically enough, in between writing this and coming out I got sick again. Boy, what an immune system I have! I get sick frequently and one thing I can always count on making me feel better is writing about the guys :)

You had no appetite, you could barely leave your bed, and you had a temperature of 101.9. Yep, with how sick you were, there was no way you’d be able to go to work.

So you called your boyfriend to help take care of you

Johnny

“Oh, darlin’…”

You were in sore shape, and like the amazing boyfriend he was, Johnny went to helping you feel better right away!

Really, he missed his calling as a doctor or nurse with how sweet and considerate he is to you

Helping you out of bed if you’re weak on your feet and to the shower, assuring you how much better you’ll feel after you get a lil’ steam in your system <3

And after you get out, he’d sit behind you and gently comb/brush our hair for you, no matter how many times you mumbled to him that yes, you were sick, but you could take care of your basic needs yourself

But you secretly enjoyed being babied by him

If you couldn’t stomach much, he’d bring you some warm tea and fruit with a kiss on the forehead before he went to set up the humidifier

When Robitussin and NyQuill weren’t making a dent in your fever, Johnny got a little creative,

“If it doesn’t make you better, you’ll forget you were sick in the first place!” He explained, handing you the mug of hot water, lemon, and a splash of bourbon

A hot toddy, he told you it was called, something his mama used to give him when he was sick at home

And that thing worked.

Your eyes were falling close as you murmured, half asleep already,

“Thank you, Dr. Knoxville…”

Bam

“You look like shit.”

Lack of bedside manner aside, he is probably the last person you want taking care of you while you’re sick.

“Well thanks, Bam- I feel like shit.”

Feeling a little bad for you he asked if you needed anything

So you asked for something to eat- maybe soup and warm tea?

But all you received was an uncrustqble (which you bought because bam doesn’t like the crusts on his sandwiches) and a bottle of water lobbed onto your bed from the doorway.

“D’you think you could grab me some tissues too?”

With a groan, Bam disappeared into the bathroom before you heard all this thudding and an exasperated, “Fuck!”

Before he emerged with a roll of toilet paper.

Sure, maybe he wasn’t Florence Nightingale, but he did what you asked and you honestly didn’t even expect this much from him

He mumbled, disticnt affectionate tone in his voice as a smile crept onto his face as he walked by your bedside to ruffle your hair a little,

“You’re a real pain in the ass, Y/N.”

Chris

“Time for your sponge bath!”

Chris is a firm believer in the fact that laughter is the best medicine

So that’s why he walked into your room wearing one of those sexy nurse outfits.

And while you appreciated the sentiment, you didn’t really need the sponge bath

You also didn’t need the rectal thermometer he proudly offered to you,

“Time to take your temperature! Roll over!” He chuckled that sweet stoner laugh of his, “Kidding, kidding- it’s one’a the normal ones.”

Or when Chris pretended to “accidentally” drop said thermometer next to your bed and bend over to pick it up with his ass in full veiw.

Soon, you began to recognize the click clack of cherry red high heels as the sounds of Nurse Pontius,

And you’d come to anticipate his spectacular bedside manner ;)

In fact, this whole ordeal just left you more endeared to him

Yes, even when he asked to warm your boobies up because in his words, they looked really cold.

“You know, your probably the best nurse I’ve ever had.”

Steve-O

“What’s goin’ on?”

He stumbled into your room, having kind of forgotten why you called him,

Steve isn’t so much of a caregiver as he is a heating pad

But damn it if he isn’t a good heating pad

He’d just walk into the room and lay down next to you, all warm and cozy- a heaven for your shivering, sick body

Despite how nice it felt to cling to him, he isn’t much help besides that given the fact he fell asleep five minutes ago (not that you noticed)

“Hey, do you think you could grab me some-“ Yep. Out cold

So you had to tear yourself from the comfort of your bed to make yourself soup

And when you return, all shivering as you slip back under the covers,

Of course that’s when he wakes up.

You had already started eating when Steve took the bowl from where it was resting on your lap to steal a few bites himself

When you pointed out that he just used the same spoon you did (and would probably get sick too), he just shrugged,

“So what? I don’t care.”

Ryan

“Are you dead yet?”

While there was an unmistakeable tone of sarcasm in Ryan’s voice, he really was concerned

Out of all the guys, he would be the one to get worried sick (no pun intended) about his ill girlfriend :(

But he played it off well, saying that he didn’t have anything to do that weekend despite canceling plans with Bam to look over you

So he might as well sit by your bedside to make sure you’re okay!

Or that he just conveniently rented all of your favorite movies because he wanted to watch them, but you’re free to join him if you wanna watch

And, despite your warnings that you’ll get him sick, he’d have no problem with laying down next to you if you can’t sleep

Because that’s what the two of you usually do! No reason to break routine because of a stupid cold.

“C’mon! With you shiverin’ like that, how could I not? It’s like seein’ a kitten out in the rain…”

[heartofjasmina]

curled up in my office at work with hot coffee, a heater-humidifier, & lights off to survive the day. if you’re willing, i’m kindly requesting soft/perv daddy geto bc it’s been a shit several weeks. (we both know he’s not the daddy type but look at our mans pro!bkg. you can take or leave that part of the prompt.)

you know me tho, if you’re not comfy writing geto, i’m happy with anything.

- bunny ♡

I'm definitely willing and honestly soft perv Getou might heal me <3

tw: babytrapping mention, slight yan geto

::

You know the rumors that go around about your boyfriend, that he's shady and cruel. But to you? He's always gentle and kind.

He brings you flowers every single date, holds the door for you like a proper gentleman and even carries you over puddles so your shoes don't get dirty. You're utterly in love with him and make no point of hiding it.

It doesn't help that when it comes to your sex life he's a perv with a big dick. He always stops you on the way out the door to check what kind of panties you're wearing so he can imagine them throughout the day.

He always wears rings that highlight his fingers because he knows you're going to demand he finger you, gasping and whining from the cold metal on your hot wet folds.

When he's fucking you, he's calling himself daddy. "Who's daddy's good girl?" or his favorite "Who's daddy's little cumdump?" as he's blowing his load in you, hoping that this one is the one that gets you pregnant.

A baby will be the best way to keep you by his side. He loves you- and that means he's never letting you go.

[nanawritesit]

Wonho Boyfriend Headcanons!

a/n: this wasn’t requested but there’s a CRIMINALLY low amount of wonho content so i thought i’d do something since he’s literally my husband 💞 (don’t tell san or yoongi hehe)

He loves to call you bunny 🐰

probably wants you to call him bunny as well, it’s a mutual nickname between the two of you

Holding his hand whenever he has to go somewhere high up since he’s afraid of heights, even though his hand is massive compared to yours (he is baby okay)

gym dates 🏋🏼‍♀️

even if you don’t want to work out he just likes taking you with him :)

he likes that you get to see him in his element, all sweaty and breathing heavily 😳

and you’ll usually ward off all the girls and guys who try to hit on him 😀

he’s the best at opening jars, like he should get an award for it

if you’re having trouble opening something you don’t even have to ask, you’ll just hand it to him and he’ll pop it open like it’s the easiest thing in the world

ramen dates 🍜

or pizza, depending on the day 🍕

although he prefers to make it at home with you and just snuggle up on the couch :)

you guys love cooking together

speaking of which, when you guys are alone at home, he barely wears any clothes 💀

like you sometimes wonder why he has so many shirts when he hardly ever wears them

if it’s fall or winter he’ll usually wear sweatpants around the house but that’s about it

(plus it gives him an excuse to cuddle up to you 💞)

he’s SUCH a cuddle bug

everyone thinks he’s so tough and dominant but i think he’s super soft as a boyfriend

loves it when you trace your finger along his tattoos

he can be pretty protective of you, especially if someone is being rude to you

he’ll straight up be like “hey, don’t talk to my partner like that”

he doesn’t like to act serious bc he thinks his size can be intimidating enough to people, but when it comes to protecting you, he won’t hesitate to scare tf out of someone

does NOT like it when other people hit on you

he’ll just bite the inside of his cheek and tighten his grip on your waist while his eyes are piercing into the other persons’ like daggers

again, he’s only scary when he wants to be

it doesn’t bother you though, you mostly just find him extremely attractive when he gets protective of you 👀

but moving on from that, he has a habit of just randomly picking you up and holding you in his arms no matter where you are

even if you’re around your friends, he’ll just scoop you up out of nowhere, and you’ll continue on with your conversation like nothing is happening

your friends are just like ??? why does he do that ???

and you’re just like idk he likes holding me ig 🤷🏼‍♀️

buying his his favorite milk and a tangerine from the convenience store as a surprise before you visit him at work

although he’s usually the one visiting you at work, mostly bc he doesn’t like to eat alone 🥺

you’ve started just packing both your lunches together since you usually end up sharing them

poor baby gets sick really easily so you usually end up being his nurse 💞

he gets SO whiny and needy when he’s sick too 😭

you just baby tf out of him bc he’s so damn cute

making him soup, putting a wet towel on his forehead, rubbing his tummy, refilling his humidifier, anything he needs

he’d do the same for you if he wasn’t always the one falling ill 🙃

you’ve started forcing him to take vitamin c capsules bc you’re tired of seeing him sick all the time

coffee dates ☕️

LOVES it when you steal his shirts

they’re just so big on you and he thinks you look absolutely adorable in them <3

he never gets upset when you take them, in fact he encourages it

“what’s mine is yours bunny” 🥰

obv he loves it when you get all dressed up for an event, and he’ll drool over the sight of you every time, but his favorite look is just you in casual, lazy clothes

asks you to help him practice his english almost every day

he wants to travel the world with you

buying him metamong plushies whenever you see them

he randomly buys you flowers a lot 💐

likes to send you spicy selfies when he knows you’re busy just to fluster you 😳

stealing his glasses just to mess with him, and as he’s looking for them, you’ll put them on and just sit there like ☺️

he just tackles you and covers your face in kisses bc he can’t stay mad at you

he usually prefers taking showers but he LOVES taking baths with you 💞 if he knows you’re having a stressful day he’ll draw a hot bath for the two of you before you get home with your favorite bubbles and light some candles too :)

also loves it when you touch his butt (you just can’t help yourself sometimes) 💀

you’ve definitely changed his mind about marriage. he never saw himself marrying anyone before he met you, and now he can’t imagine his life without you in it 🥰

[sirfrogsworth]

It's weird the things that come back to you out of the blue.

When I was 16 I met a fellow named Mitch from Canada. He moved to St. Louis and started going to my school.

He stole my first girlfriend. Can you believe that?

We were together for 3 entire months. I WAS IN LOVE!

And he just... stole her... with his Canadian wiles.

Canadian wiles include: Extensive knowledge of mooses, perfect lyrical recall of every Barenaked Ladies song, casually mentioning that Alanis Morissette went to the same elementary school, ability to lactate maple syrup from nipples

Mostly, she thought he was cool because he wore a leather jacket and could play the guitar.

I was very upset and tried cursing him with ancient frog magic. Me and my friends would give him serious evil eye whenever passing him in the halls. He was very confused what that was all aboot.

"Americans are weird." *shrug* --Mitch, probably

But then she dumped him for another fellow after 3 months. And we realized no one stole anything, she just didn't like feeling attached to anyone at the time. Which is probably a decent attitude for a 16 year old, but it still hurt like the dickens.

Mitch and I commiserated over lost love at Denny's. We became fast friends and he started teaching me to play guitar.

I was quickly hooked and saved up my Best Buy paychecks to buy my own guitar (and a leather jacket). It was a beautiful orange sunburst Fender acoustic with a cutaway and Fishman piezo pickup.

See it on the right?

Gotta have that cutaway for extra reach during guitar solos. Because everyone loves acoustic guitar solos played by a teenager that only knows one pentatonic scale.

I was the Lil Wayne of the late 90s.

As I was learning all my chords and scales like a good little guitar noob, a song called "What It's Like" by Everlast became super popular. He played the song on all the talk shows and he used the exact same guitar.

I was so stoked.

"The guy on the TV has my guitar!"

Honestly, I don't know why a wealthy musician chose a $600 guitar to tour with, but I was still proud.

I used to baby that thing like crazy. I would polish it with special guitar polish that was probably just furniture polish in a different bottle and marked up $10. I always kept it snugly inside a hardshell case. I would change the strings way too often. And every 3 months I would take it to the shop to get it "setup" and the guy would always say...

"You know you don't really need to do this so often unless it's going out of tune or the action is out of whack." And I was like, "The first fret buzzes when I play an F!" And he's like, "Learn to play an F better." And I was like, "Do you want my money or not?"

I even bought this humidifier gadget that you put inside the case with the guitar. I have no idea if that did anything, but that guitar is still in wonderful shape 25 years later and I bet those 3 years of intense humidity and 12 superfluous setups are the reason why.

I moved on to better guitars eventually. But you never forget your first. And I am so glad I never sold it.

[lovexjoe]

Jack Harlow concept where he has bad allergies and the reader has to take care of him

Awww my sick big bear 🐻 it’s def more than allergies

Jack has been so stubborn and determined to head to the studio tonight but he’s been coughing up a storm and sneezing up a storm.

“Baby you can’t work like this. I’m not taking no for an answer. Now please seat your big ass down on that couch and let me take care of you.”

“But baby it’s just my aller- AHHCHOO …..AHHHCHO……AHHCHO” He a sneeze attack causing his face to go red and puffy. Sniffling he stands there 🧍🏻‍♂️He stands there knowing you were right. You lead him over to the couch, tossing him the remote and got to work.

Bringing him his favorite blanket

Shit ton of medicine cause he is going to take a nap whether he likes it or not

After two episodes of whatever show he’s fixated on he’s knocked out.

You admire him because even sick he was still so handsome.

You put the humidifier on and placed a kiss on his forehead.

You place yourself on the other side of the couch setting an alarm to check on him throughout the night.

In the morning Jack was in the best shape ever

You? Not so much

You were sneezing and your sore throat was so bad you could barely talk

Alright baby stay on that couch cause it’s time for me to return the favor.

“It’s Dr.Harlow time!”

[88-special]

Masterclass in Denial

Jeff Winger x reader

Part 4 of 5

The 4 times you and Jeff denied your feelings for each other and the 1 time you couldn't.

Troy, Abed, Annie, and Pierce were all down with the flu. Pierce went straight to the state's best hospital and booked their biggest room, a maternity suite to be specific, equipped with a jacuzzi tub, kitchen, and a California king size hospital bed. Meanwhile, Troy, Abed, and Annie were all cooped up in their tiny apartment. Y/n tried avoiding, what she was calling, their den of disease, but caved when Abed stuffed up and raspy called begging for her homemade chicken noodle soup. She knew they planned it that way. Annie and Troy she could ignore, but everyone felt the parental urge to care for Abed.

Y/n sighed through her cloth mask, shifting the giant pot of soup to her hip, and knocked on their apartment door. She was surprised to see Shirley on the other side. Shirley's skin was flushed, her nose and eyes red.

"Oh thank goodness you're here!" She shuffled back into the apartment, shouting orders over her shoulder. "They all just took cold medicine, I stocked up on tissues and Lysol, the humidifier will need to be refilled in an hour or so..." 

Y/n wide eyed and hesitant, followed Shirley into the kitchen. "They're all in the living room, the boys have lost their cough drop privileges -don't ask- Annie is not allowed to have the Flonase doctor's orders, and keep an eye on Britta, she keeps trying to smoke in the bathroom."

" Wait, Britta?" Y/n was already overwhelmed.  Shirley continued rummaging around the apartment, she grabbed her purse. " Yeah, Abed had her bring them pizza, then they all convinced her to stay for a movie, and now she's just as sick as them. Good luck"

Shirley passed a final look at their surroundings, gave a quick nod and headed for the door.

"Shirley, wait where are you going?"

"I've been here the last two days, and the school just called, my kids caught the flu as well. I gotta go home and take care of my actual babies." And with that, she was out the door.

Panic

"Shirleyyyyyyyyy, can you bring me a water?"

"Me too, and another box of tissues?"

"The humidifier stopped working. ''

They were all so stuffed up, and raw voiced, Y/n wasn't sure who had asked what.

" Shirley, I know what the doctor said, but I can't breathe. Where is the damn nasal spray? " Well, that one was Annie.

Y/n glanced longingly at the door, then made her way to her newly acquired patients. The usual living room set up had been pushed to the side. Instead, there were mattresses, blankets, and pillows in a mess of the floor. Along with four of her friends, all in various states of infirm.

"Ob, hi Y/n. Where's Shirley?" Annie sitting on the floor propped up on pillows against the wall. Her hair was mused, forgotten tissues sticking out of her sleeve and shirt collar, her usual pale skin amped up to a ghostly white.

"Uhhh, she left." Y/n kept as much distance from her infectious friends while taking their seemingly endless order of requests, before speeding back to the kitchen. She doled out bowls of soup, while frantically scrolling through the contacts on her phone.

"Hello sunshine."

"Jeff! Jeff, I need your help. I'm over at the kids apartment, they're ALL sick, Jeff, all of them! Shirley just bailed on me! I need you to come over and help me!"

"Yeahhhh, that's not going to happen. I got tickets for the playoffs this weekend, I'm not going anywhere near them."

Y/n puffed out her cheeks. There was no way she could handle this herself. Should she bribe him? Bargain? Beg? Threaten...? That could work.

"Jeff, I swear to whatever bullshit you believe in that if you're not here in the next 30 minutes, I will dedicate my life to stalking you. And every time you go out on a date, I will show up, and ruin your date worse than I did for Starburns, you'll never get laid again. Every. Single. Date." Y/n didn't wait for a response, "You have 30 minutes. " She hung up.

27 minutes, and five trips to and from the living room later, there was a knock at the door. 

Hour's later, the two of them sat on the floor of the kitchen, chests heaving, protective gear long discarded, hands permanently pruned from excessive hand washing throughout the night. They were all finally asleep, the four of them had run them both ragged. None of them had the same symptoms at the same time. One needs the humidifier, another complains it's too humid, one needs the tv on to be able to sleep, one says it's too loud, it's too bright, turn up the heat I'm freezing, no open a window it's a million degrees in here, can I have a water, where are the tissues, Troy threw a cough drop at me, stop breathing on me, will you make us tea, this tea is minty I wanted chamomile, is there any soup left?

 More than once Y/n had to stop Jeff from giving them extra codeine . But It was finally quiet, and they were starting to get better. Before they fell asleep Annie took herself to her bedroom, and Abed had gotten himself a drink on his own.

Y/n's back ached as she rose to hobble around the kitchen picking up the mess and setting up medication and snacks for the group to easily grab after she went home. After stepping over Jeff's outstretched legs for a third time, she kicked his foot to get his attention.

"Come on, help me dry the dishes, then hopefully we can sneak out before they wake up again."

Jeff groaned and stretched, before following her to the sink, grumbling "I hate you."

She smile and winked at him, "love you too."

Y/n was jolted awake by incessant knocking. It had been two days since the nursing shift from hell, and she had since succumbed to the flu. The masks, disinfectant, gloves, and hand washing didn't stand a chance against the four harbingers of pestilence. Unlike her younger friends she had prepared. After she left the group, she went straight to the store and stocked up on everything she would need if she fell ill. She had just dozed off watching TV in bed when the unwanted visitor made their presence known. The knocking continued as she dragged her sore body to the door.

"I'm coming!" She rasped reaching for the handle. 

Standing in her doorway was Jeff, clad in sweats, a blanket, with two tissues shoved up his nostrils. 

 "This is your fault." Was his greeting as he brushed past her and made his way to her kitchen.

"They infected you too, huh." Y/n shut her door and followed him, opting for a cup of tea, while he dug through her fridge.

"No, YOU infected me." He growled, "I should be at Ball arena tailgating, drunk off my ass, but instead because of you, I'm at deaths door. And since this your fault, I'm going to make this your problem." Finding a bottle of vodka, he slammed the refrigerator door, and turned to glare at her.

Y/n rolled her eyes, earning her an instant headache. She took the vodka out of his hands.

"That's only going to make you feel worse." She sighed, she knew she could simply kick his dramatic ass out and go back to sleep, but she did feel partly responsible. He looked worse than she felt, his eyes were puffy and red, the skin around his nose was chapped and inflamed, the short walk into her house was enough to stir up a wheeze in his chest. She knew she didn't have the gall to go through with. "Go sit, I'll get heat us up some soup."

They watched TV in her bed as they ate, and dozed off shortly after. Y/n's snoring woke Jeff up a couple hours later. He was in disbelief at how quickly he was feeling better. He watched Y/n as she slept, her mouth open, a string of drool pooling on to her pillow, her face was damp with sweat, he brushed the hair off her forehead and pressed the back of his hand to it. She was burning up. He eased out of bed, and gathered up her next round of medicine, fresh water,  and a cold compress. Stroking her hair, he gently woke her up. Y/n whined and pulled her blanket over her head. 

"Come on sunshine you need to take these." His voice was soft, he tugged the blanket back, holding out his hands to help her sit up. Her hair was stuck to the sweat on her forehead again, eyelids heavy, he could hear her stuffed up nose whistle. Anyone else he would find revolting, but even now he still found her beautiful. 

Y/n threw the pills back, and took a slip of water. She narrowed her eyes at him.

"Why do you look so good?" 

Jeff cheeks warmed. "You think I look good?"

She chuffed. "You know what I mean, how come you don't look like shit anymore?" 

"Guess your soup worked it's magic." He shrugged, climbing back into bed he pulled Y/n into his arms, tucking the blanket around her. She tensed, but quickly relaxed into his embrace. His warmth comforting her aching muscles.

" Wait, your game, you could still make it!" She struggled in his grasp to turn at look at him. He held her tighter, turning the tv back on.

"Traffic'd be a nightmare, and this is much more comfortable than the stadium." He rested his chin on the top of her head, settling her back down against him, barley a minute had passed before her soft snores assured the end of that conversation. 

Part 5

[reviewradar360]

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[michelletsw]

Twisted wonderland vice dorm leaders with a sick reader

I'm so sorry for not posting for a while works been kicking my ass from the holidays TwT

I'm currently sick from the rainy season so this is definitely self indulgent lol. This is just going to be the vise dorm leaders In this post but if you injoy this feel free to request more characters not like I have anything else I can do

Characters (vice dorm leaders + ruggie)

Warnings ⚠️ cursing,not proof read, Romantic, g/n reader

This man's has experience with human sickness, he has to with how old he is ffs lol

Coughing, puking, congested, or anything at all this man's got you covered he'll definitely hold your hair back or run you warm baths.

Tho he might kill you if he trys to feed you his cooking

So you have to request raw fruits and veggies lol

Blueberries, bananas, lettuce, yogurt you name it he will get it for you.

High fever? your going right to the medical wing

Tea, tea, tea just tea. ♡

He might be a bad cook but he can sure make some good tea! Honey lemon, ginger, all the above he'll make it for you :>

He loves you very dearly and will help with as much as he can (just don't eat his cooking...)

9/10 one point docked because you can't have chicken soup unless you make it TwT

I don't think jade would be very knowledgeable when it comes to human sickness but he'll definitely try to help

You'll have to lead the way of what you need and foods or drinks you'll have to request

Tho I will say 9/10 chicken soup lol

He'll make you teas and look up what to give a sick person so be ready for kale and ginger smoothies or a decent amount or greens and berries

Will definitely experiment with drinks and smoothies to see what works best

Definitely has a humidifier he's let's you use

He'll do a decent amount of research on human sickness but ends up thinking you have a deadly disease so he says that you too should probably go down to the medical wing lol

He'll definitely hold you hair back and run you warm baths

I'm not sure if he can catch human sicknesses but if he can he'll probably try to push through it and just suffer in silence till you make him relax and sleep

9/10 some of those smoothies where really bad lol

This poor baby lol

He's the "dramatic" boyfriend but he's just worried about you since how he grew up people being sick was scary.

He'll instantly want to take you to the medical wing, you'll have to constantly tell him you'll be okay

He might not have much money but he'll try to get you foods or drinks to help

If it's been more then say 4 days and your still sick he's taking you to the nurses it won't matter what you say he's taking you ♡

He'll hold your hair back and run you hot baths

If you got meds from the nurses he'll make sure you take them before bed or when ever the scheduled time is

If he's gets sick from taking care of you be fully prepared to deal with a big baby lol

10/10 he's trying his best ♡

Mon amour tu vas bien?

Humidifier, tissues, face masks, hand sanitizer warm/cold towel, you name it he's got it for you.

Will definitely hold your hair while rubbing your back

Warm showers or hot baths if you don't feel like standing, bath it is lol

Will make you teas, will always make sure you have a water bottle on hand.

Makes sure that you stay hydrated constantly

Will keep a close eye on you to make sure you're alright

The moment your temperature gets a little over 100° F (37° C) he's taking you to the medical wing it doesn't even have to be 2° more just like 0.5 is enough for him to take you in

warm tea with every time you eat something lol even just snacks

10/10 (what no I don't have favoritism??♡)

Tea tea tea tea♡ (pt2)

Because he's has a lot of younger siblings he's used to taking care of sick people lol

Soups, greens, fruits and berries, Green teas with honey ♡

He'll definitely make you a bunch of healthy soups and such till you get better

And tell me how in the word can a person be so good at making tea??

Holds you hair back definitely

Warm baths, humidifier, tissues.

He's trying his best yall

If it last longer then a week he's definitely taking you in

He'll get really nervous if you're up and about when sick so he trys to keep you in bed by helping you with as much as he can :>

10/10 (No I don't have favoritism♡ [pt2])

Yes. Just yes lol.

He'll cook you warm soups, spicy food to help with congestion, you'll be better in no time in his care :]

He will definitely hold your hair back, warm showers, hot baths, your only allowed out of bed to go to the bathroom lol

He has a lot on his plate but he'll make room for you anytime ♡

High fever or puking alot? medical wing

He wants to make sure your okay but doesn't want to be the dramatic boyfriend lol

Taking your temp before bed and in the morning to know where your temperature is and if it's safe

If he gets sick after taking care of you except for him to be very stubborn about taking it easy and resting

10/10 best care taker ♡

[violetsandfluff]

Sniffles & Snuggles

wc~about 700

a/n: i remastered one of my old writings that was painfully rushed.

“Baby,” Shawn whispered as he climbed into bed beside you. “I’m home.”

Your foggy head was convinced that it was a dream until you felt the mattress dip beside you as Shawn joined atop the covers. He was wearing a sweatshirt and sweatpants for maximal comfort while traveling, doubling as pajamas when he finally returned home.

Your eyes fluttered open and you rolled over, melting into the embrace you hadn’t felt for weeks. The sound of his heartbeat filled your ears, and the warmth of his body encapsulated you. It was half past two when he got home, too early to be morning and too late to be night.

Your morning was spent completing light tasks like folding laundry and straightening up the bedroom to occupy your mind. Around lunchtime, the dull ache in the back of your head and throat became too much to ignore. Your bed and a fuzzy blanket had been your best friends for the remainder of the day as your symptoms progressed into an undesirable discomfort. There was an irritating tickle in the back of your throat, and your breath felt muggy and aggravating against your upper lip. The only thing to make you feel better was to read old texts from Shawn until you finally fell into a fitful sleep.

“Are you feeling alright, baby? You’re hot to the touch.”

“Hmm?” you hummed, instinctively leaning into his cold hand when it came to rest on your forehead.

“Are you sick, honey?” he asked again, his brows knitting in concern as he felt the heat radiating from your body.

“Maybe,” you whimpered, avoiding his soft, compassionate gaze.

“I wish I would have checked in on you,” Shawn admitted sheepishly. “It was selfish of me not to. And it was stupid of you not to tell me you didn’t feel good.”

“You were on an airplane,” you reasoned. “Besides. I’m fine.”

“It’s sad that you were here alone, feeling sick, with just TikTok and that humidifier to keep you company,” Shawn explained, beckoning to the steaming device on your nightstand.

You shrugged rather than wasting energy on a witty comeback. The more you spoke, the heavier your head felt, and the heavier your head felt, the closer you were to bursting into tears. You squeezed your eyes shut against the harsh glow of Shawn’s phone, which was being used as a nightlight.

“I have Tylenol in my backpack if that would help,” he suggested, turning the bottle over in his hand to study the label. “It will help with your temperature and headache.”

You croaked out a small no, rubbing your closed eyes with your fists to make them stop watering. “I don’t have a temperature.”

Setting the medicine bottle to the side, Shawn laid down with a hand on each of your sides, squeezing you gently as he laid down on top of you with his chin on your chest. Your watery eyes were met by Shawn’s adoring honey-brown eyes and a rosy-lipped smile that made you realize just how much you had missed him.

“I’m glad I’m home to help you feel better,” he mused softly, reaching up to feel your forehead again. By moving his arm, he recreated a path for his flashlight to reach your eyes once more.

You squeezed your eyes shut against the blinding light and Shawn nuzzled his nose against your cheek. “Don’t fall asleep on me, honey,” he urged.

“‘M not,” you mumbled, batting your eyes repeatedly against the irritated tears that welled up inside them.

“So flirtatious,” he joked. “You and your pretty eyelashes. Baby, I’m already yours. Forever and always.” A soft chuckle escaped from deep within him, filling the room and warming your heart.

“I missed you, Shawnie.” You couldn’t help but return the sunny smile he cast you before giving you a gentle peck on the lips and lying back down on top of you.

“I bet I missed you more,” he teased, his eyes glimmering mischievously. “All of you.”

“You mean my pussy,” you laughed out loud, fighting back a wave of sniffles. “You missed all of me, especially sex.”

“There’s the smile I missed!” Shawn beamed, squeezing your cheeks as you continued smiling. “I knew that would cheer you up.”

Your smile faded as you let out a few painful coughs, and Shawn took on a more serious tone. “Have you had anything to drink recently?” He passed you the water bottle that rested on the edge of your nightstand. “This is completely full.”

“I was too tired to drink it,” you explained before taking a few tiny sips, grimacing as your throat burned.

“Three more sips.” Shawn helped you sit up and rubbed your back as you drank the water. His touch gave rise to goosebumps on your hot skin. He took you into his lap as he untucked a corner of the comforter which you had neglected when you laid down earlier in the day.

“We’re getting under the covers now,” he whispered into the top of your head as he set you down on the cool sheets. “Sleep as late as you can, okay?”

You nodded sleepily, relishing his touch as you drifted off to sleep. The melody of a lullaby drifted to your ears as Shawn hummed softly.

~~~

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[the-iceni-bitch]

happy birthday nat 🥹❤️

Could we see a little drabble with Bobby and Kitten?

Prompt “I can’t sleep without you, It’s too cold”

I mean idk how this would happen with these two unless Bobby is in like prison LOL

Lol, I will say, trying to write fluff for some of the couples I included in this is gonna be difficult, but I think I’ve figured it out.

Warnings: drunk Bobby, drugging without consent (just cough syrup, but still), handsiness, mentions of f receiving oral sex

You smiled as you did your best to manhandle Bobby into bed, nodding along with him when he continued to insist he wasn’t sick even as he was sniffling. If you hadn’t managed to sneak some cough medicine into the multiple hot toddies you’d convinced him to drink, he probably would’ve still been trying to eat you out.

Instead he was clumsily grabbing your ass and tits while he mouthed at your neck before you shoved him onto the bed, still attempting to get his hands under your sweater and pouting at you when you just pushed them away so you could get him undressed.

“Get ndaked.” He sniffed again and huffed when you just shook your head at him as you took off his boots then started working on his pants. “You listend to mbe womband…”

“Bobby, you can’t even say ‘woman’ right now, don’t try to boss me around.” You finally got all his clothes off and sighed when you considered the next task of getting him into pajamas. “And maybe you’ll listen to me the next time when I tell you to put on a hat and coat before you go outside.”

“Didnd’t ndeed it.” He just wanted to pull you on top of him and watch you ride him, he didn’t think that was unreasonable. “I’mb finde.”

“No you’re not, you’re stubborn.” You could tell that he was losing his battle with the medicine and alcohol since he let you pull his flannel bottoms on after just a few lazy kicks. “Now get under the covers.”

The look he gave you was the epitome of petulance, his brow all furrowed and his bottom lip sticking out and you wanted to take a picture so he couldn’t deny how big of a brat he was next time he was sick. But he still let you pull the blankets over him, his eyes almost immediately starting to droop when he was all bundled up as he turned on his side.

“Wait, dond’t go.” Bobby grabbed your hand when you tried to walk away to get the humidifier, somehow managing to look utterly pathetic as he wound his fingers through yours. “I cand’t sleep without you, it’s too cold.”

“Jesus Christ.” You rolled your eyes and breathed deeply before pulling off you sweater and jeans and moving to crawl into the bed next to him, chuckling softly when he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his whole body around you. “You’re absolutely ridiculous, I’m gonna tell your brother what a baby you are.”

ว໐іຖ mฯ 𝖿ᥣน𝖿𝖿mᥲş ᥴᥱ̄ᥣᥱ̄๖rᥲ𝗍і໐ຖ

[misotofu]

naclyoho day 4. still feeling kind of off so ive been cutting myself a bit of slack, however i did buy cleaning supplies (and also mixing bowls as i've been mixing all my food prep in... my only pot) so that should help!

[! Rare Task] go to the store and buy muffin liners

[! Uncommon Task] use up the old bananas and make muffins (pretty good but too sweet, would be better with frozen raspberries or something a little sour. i added bittersweet chocolate chips)

[! Uncommon Task] prepped the baby blanket to be shipped tomorrow since I get off work a little early

tomorrow goals: descale my kettle humidifier and clean my retainers (which despite best efforts are a little gross after years of use)

honestly i'll get home make my stirfry and sit and do art all evening while waiting for election results to roll in, and i anticipate the anticipation is going to suck, but at least now i have muffins about it. but that's why the tasks i have are mostly "let it sit for an hour" so i can still have got something done

[pokecare]

Luxray Line Care/Enrichment

The Luxray line in the wild are solitary Pokemon that only group with their direct family. The parents both raise offspring until they're strong enough to survive on their own (Usually when they're around Luxio evolution level). They have very staticy fur, so you may want a humidifier and brushes with no metal. This line can get quite moody so it's very important to respect its whims and boundaries. They're also nocturnal and most active at night.

Shinx is a very sleepy baby mon that spends a lot of time napping. In captivity they can get very lazy. They generate electricity through muscle movement so they should usually get more exercise than they want. The entire line has a movement-based chase instinct so using a shiny bauble on a string (your typical feline pokemon toy) will entice it to play and get those muscles moving.

Luxio's claws gather a lot of electricity so to prevent shocking, clipping them with a nail clipper is recommended but use rubber gloves or take them to a groomer I have heard stories about people that try to clip their Luxio/Luxray's claws without protective gear and getting electrocuted please wear rubber gloves. Luxio's star tail also has a concentration of energy and it doesn't like to be touched there. They start getting more active and may actually enjoy getting some outdoor time and exercise now, which is healthy for any Pokemon.

Luxray sleeps a lot. In the wild they snooze in the sun until nightfall where they use their specialized vision to spot prey through barriers. It is similar to thermal vision. They are extremely good at spotting movement and most of their movement and exercise comes from chasing. Luxray are fairly big and like to be in the sun, they will actually soak up a lot of heat in their black fur so much that it may be hot to the touch. Getting your Luxray tired out before bedtime is a good way to have a peaceful sleep, a big walk or play session in the evening is best.

A Luxray line care kit starter pack consists of: Rubber gloves, non-metallic grooming supplies, nail clippers, chase/pull toys, a large bed and a place to sun, carnivore kibble and raw meat treats, and being a night owl is better than being a morning person.

[pbandjesse]

The event I'm working tonight is winding down with an auction. It's been a pretty nice night. I am looking forward to going home though. I'm tired. I know it's because I'm not sleeping well. I am just really tired and I just wish I could get a full night's sleep.

Some of the issue is the air is so dry. I would pick up a little humidifier today to hopefully help. But I woke up a ton last night just because the inside of my nose was so solidly scabbed and painful. Sucks.

I was at least able to sleep until 9 this morning. When I woke up I was not in the best place mentally. I tried to shake it off but I just felt gross. I made the bed and took a shower and tried to be in a better mood. It sort of worked. Just the convincing of myself.

I got dressed and went downstairs to have breakfast. James left me an egg sandwich and I also cut up an apple and had that with peanut butter. Sweetp was yelling at the backdoor so I let him out but I warned him it was going to be chilly and windy. And he would come back in pretty quickly. Silly.

I worked at my desk for an hour and a half. Just sewing frog legs. I got three color ways sewn and flipped. They still need to be stuffed but I was really happy with the work I did.

Sweetp is funny when I sew. He will sit up against my foot that's on the peddle. He'll bite my ankle. He is just all in my business. I was afraid I was going to squish his tail or foot with my chair because it's rocking. But so far I have not but it still makes me nervous!

I would go upstairs to lay in bed for an hour. I disassembled a charm necklace. And just watched some videos and chilled.

I would do my makeup and got dressed with layers. I really liked my outfit. I didn't plan to wear boots but I am glad I did. I need to put in my sheep skin insoles for extra comfort ASAP. But they were good for now.

I left the house around 1230. And went to Southside diner for lunch. Which was nice. I watched my little videos and ate my food.

I thankfully have not been as quick to nausea but I also am just anxious. I don't know if I am feeling my baby or if it's just pressure cramps in my belly. And like I hope I'm feeling them but I truly don't know. Which then makes my brain try to protect my heart and I just keep going. Well maybe I'm not pregnant anymore. I don't know what's going on in there. I have no evidence good or bad. And I don't know why I feel so worried. But also I am trying to just feel normal. 11 days until my next appointment.

I walked around five below. Got candy and chopsticks. I am missing a bunch of my chopsticks that I keep strategically around the house. So I got replacements. And a sanrio keychain. And that little humidifier I brought up before. It is hello kitty shaped.

And then I was at the museum. I was happy to sit with James for a bit. I got to chat with Paula about the confusion with my pay and she said I'm getting business cards! I got lots of laughs about my home made events name tag and they said they were going to order me a new one too. Feels nice to feel a part of the team.

James went to take their break and I would join Jesse on a walkthrough for a bit to answer some print questions. I would chat with Jessica who is almost ready to have her baby! She made me feel a little more secure. I appreciate that she was willing to listen to me and she told me her good things. It was a nice conversation.

The event tonight was a charity for scholarships for kids who's parents were maimed or killed in workplace accidents. And everyone has been really nice. I felt very on top of stuff. Not the av or tech stuff. Which I had to call Jesse to help with. But everything else has been good.

I would run around with catering for a while. Checking in with the event organizers. But mainly I've been at the desk knitting. I got 5 squares done. Very productive. I also had lovely conversations with people. And the catering had the good focaccia and feta spread. So I was very happy.

Things are winding down now though. So I'm going to go help direct clean up. And hopefully we get to go home early.

I hope you all have a nice night and a good day tomorrow. Be safe. Goodnight!!