#I’m so achy and I was running a fever before I took medicine

[arcane-vagabond]

Everything hurts and I’m dying

[feverishly-kpop]

Yunho & Ateez-Summer Fever

Yunho groaned as Hongjoong shook him awake. He had thought that he couldn’t feel any worse than he had when Seonghwa had put him to bed last night after taking his temperature and finding that he was running a raging fever, but here he was the following morning, feeling completely incapable of even opening his eyes.

“I know, I’m sorry,” Hongjoong said softly, placing a cool hand on Yunho’s forehead. “You’ve been out for almost fifteen hours though. You need to eat and take some medicine.

Nothing sounded less appealing to Yunho than having to eat and swallow pills. But if Hongjoong was anything it was persistent and Yunho was too disoriented to argue.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yunho had woken up the prior morning feeling somewhat “off,” but hadn’t given it much thought as they were in the midst of a heat wave that was leaving everyone hot, sweaty, and miserable. Even the air conditioner was no match for the heat despite running non-stop.

They had all been lounging around the apartment complaining about the heat wave ruining their week off. It truly did feel too hot to do anything beyond sitting perfectly still and quiet.

“DO NOT touch me” Jongho growled as Wooyoung attempted to rest his head on the maknae’s shoulder. Even Wooyoung couldn’t argue with that. It was way too hot to sit so close to one another.

As the day progressed, Yunho began feeling achy and even more uncomfortable. He was hardly able to focus on the drama they had been binging and, when dinner was put in front of him, the thought of taking just one bite turned his stomach.

“I’m not hungry, hyung,” he muttered, drawing Seonghwa’s attention.

“Yunho, you haven’t eaten all day. I know it’s hot but you’ve gotta try” Seonghwa replied with exasperation in his voice. The heat really did have them all on edge.

Yunho pushed the food around his plate for a few minutes before resting his forehead on the table. Mingi and Yeosang made eye contact across the table, both wordlessly sharing the same concern. Even on his worst days Yunho was never quite this drained, but they continued to let him rest, believing that he must have reached his breaking point for the day.

Soon it was just Yunho and Seonghwa left, with Yunho still face planted on the table with a full plate of dinner next to him and Seonghwa staring at him incredulously.

“Hey,” Seonghwa whispered quietly, moving to the seat next to Yunho. “What’s going on with you?” His earlier frustration was now turning to concern. Yunho didn’t lift his head up, only responding with a shrug.

“Why aren’t you eating?” Seonghwa persisted. This time Yunho looked up, his eyes red.

“I’m not hungry” he responded. “I’m so hot. And everything hurts. Like, everything.”

Seonghwa was a bit concerned by Yunho’s response. They were all hot and not particularly hungry, but there was no reason for Yunho to be in pain.

“Did you hurt yourself, Yunho-ah?” Seonghwa’s voice was laced with concern. Yunho shook his head. “Are you feeling okay?” He followed up cautiously.

“I don’t know” Yunho sighed. Honestly, he couldn’t tell if he was feeling a bit sick because of the heat or because he was coming down with something. But it was the middle of summer, what could be making him sick?

Seonghwa wasn’t at all happy with Yunho’s response and placed his palm on Yunho’s cheek then to his forehead. “You feel warm” he said with a frown, unsure if Yunho was feverish or just uncomfortably warm like the rest of them. He stood up quickly from the table and returned with a thermometer.

“Hyung, I’m fine,” Yunho responded, but, not quite believing his own words, allowed Seonghwa to put the thermometer under his tongue. After a minute and a few quick beeps, Seonghwa took the thermometer from Yunho’s mouth and sighed.

“You poor thing. You’re running a fever. No wonder you’re so uncomfortable” Seonghwa said. He got up and cleared Yunho’s plate from the table, muttering under his breath about it being way too hot for his dongsaeng to have such a high temperature, before returning to Yunho. “Why don’t you take a shower and then we’ll get you to bed, okay?” Yunho agreed, taking a deep breath before getting up and following Seonghwa’s instructions.

The rest of the evening was a blur to Yunho. He definitely remembered taking a few tablets that Seonghwa had given him, and he thought he remembered Hongjoong coming into check on him at one point, but beyond that, the next thing he was truly aware of was Hongjoong sitting at the edge of his bed, waking him up, and telling him it was going on noon.

*~*~*~*~*~

As Hongjoong tried to help him out of bed, Yunho froze in place, feeling dizzy. “I’m sorry” he slurred, trying to find his bearings.

“Are you dizzy?” Hongjoong asked, letting Yunho rest for a moment.

Yunho nodded, holding his head in his hands. “And it’s so hot.”

“I know, Yunho-ah, it’s the hottest it’s been all week. And you’re still burning up.” Hongjoong hated seeing any of the members like this, but seeing Yunho in this condition was especially hard considering that he was never short on energy. After a couple minutes Yunho regained his equilibrium and Hongjoong was able to get him to the kitchen table before popping the thermometer under his tongue.

San quickly joined Yunho at the table, looking at his sick friend with sad eyes. “What’s got you so sick?” He asked.

“How would I know?” Yunho mumbled around the thermometer before being scolded by Hongjoong.

After a few more moments the thermometer beeped and San grabbed it from Yunho. “He’s at 39.4° Hongjoong-hyung.”

“What are we going to do with you, Yunho-ah?” Hongjoong said as he returned to the table with some toast and fever reducers for Yunho. “We’ve got to get that fever down.”

If took a little while and more than a little encouragement from Hongjoong and San for Yunho to get a bit of food in his stomach and swallow the tablets in front of him. Once he was finished Hongjoong helped him back to bed as, unsurprisingly, he was still feeling lightheaded and woozy. San followed a few minutes later with a cool compress and draped it over Yunho’s forehead before disappearing and returning with a floor fan that he had taken from Mingi’s bedroom, much to Mingi’s dismay.

“What can we do to make you more comfortable?” Hongjoong asked, adjusting Yunho’s compress.

“Make it snow outside” Yunho replied with a mumble. “Or make my fever break.”

Hongjoong and San smiled. Even as sick as he was feeling Yunho still managed to keep his sense of humor.

“Get some sleep, Yunho, we’ll be here if you need us” San assured as Hongjoong drew the blinds before they both left Yunho to rest, quietly closing the door behind them.

*~*~*~*~*~

Yunho was confused to find himself at the beach, lying in the sand while the sun beat down in him. He was acutely aware that he didn’t recall how he got there or why they were there in the first place. As he sat up, he realized that the rest of the members were waving at him from the water, beckoning him to come join them.

“You’ll feel better in here!” Mingi called. Oh yeah, Yunho remembered, he was sick. So why was he at the beach? His thoughts were interrupted as he realized how unbearably hot the sand and sun were, forcing him to his feet. As he headed toward the water though, the shore seemed to be getting farther and farther away. The members continued to call to him, but he suddenly wasn’t able to walk anymore, collapsing to his knees as he struggled to catch his breath.

“Yunho!” Seonghwa called. Yunho could hear his hyung repeating his name but could no longer see the water. He was sinking into the hot sand, unable to call out for help.

“Open your eyes” a voice called out to him. It was Hongjoong. How did he expect Yunho to open his eyes as he was drowning in the sand that was burning every inch of his body?

“Come on, Yunho-ah” Hongjoong called again. “Wake up, it’s just a dream.”

And, just like that, Yunho was no longer at the beach. He was home in his bed with his hyungs hovering over him, a look a relief washing over their faces as he opened his eyes.

He attempted to sit up, still feeling the sensation of the hot sand enveloping his body, only for the room to swirl around him, causing Yunho to fall back into his pillow heavily.

“Hey, hey, don’t try to get up,” Seonghwa said quietly, resting a light hand on Yunho’s chest to deter him from trying again, as if he could even if he wanted to.

“Are you okay?” Hongjoong asked, resting the back of his palm on Yunho’s forehead, confirming his fear that his dongsaeng’s fever had spiked again. “I think maybe we should take you to the hospital, Yunho”

“Will it be cooler there?” Yunho asked quietly. He really couldn’t take much longer of being so intensely overheated.

Seonghwa smiled at Yunho’s question. “Yeah probably,” he replied. “I’m sure they have a bigger air conditioner. And they can give you better medication to get your temperature down.”

“Say no more” Yunho agreed weakly. As much as he hated the hospital, anything was better than languishing this way.

*~*~*~*~*~

Within a few hours he was admitted to the hospital. The nurse had been administering a cocktail of medications through Yunho’s IV that left him feeling sleepy and almost euphoric.

Seonghwa agreed to stay with him and was sitting in the chair by the bed as Yunho opened his eyes.

“Hey, Yunho-ah,” Seonghwa said softly, adjusting Yunho’s blankets so he wouldn’t be able to see the IV. Honestly Yunho was high as a kite from all of the meds and probably wouldn’t even notice the needle in his arm, but Seonghwa didn’t want to take any chances. “The nurse said your temperature is coming down. Are you feeling any better?”

Yunho stared back at him with a blank look, seemingly trying to register what Seonghwa had just said. “Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m feeling better” Yunho finally responded.

Seonghwa shook his head with a smile. He was fairly certain that Yunho wouldn’t remember much of this, if he remembered anything at all. “Good, I’m glad” he said, not wanting to overwhelm Yunho with any more questions or discussions.

“Hyung?” Yunho’s voice was heavy with sleep.

“Yeah?” Seonghwa responded, leaning in toward Yunho so he wouldn’t have to strain his voice.

“I don’t think I want to go to the beach” Yunho said in a tone that implied that Seonghwa was supposed to understand exactly what he meant by that.

“Okay, no problem Yunho. No beach” Seonghwa replied as Yunho drifted back to sleep, finally able to get some rest in a cool and comfortable bed.

[puffpasstea]

omg yayyy that angsty sick matilda blurb sounds amazing!!! i can't wait <3

So, this took a COMPLETE TURN!!! It's also wayyyy too long to be a blurb, but I really hope you still like it. 🥺🥺🥺 Please let me know what you think! Warnings: dom!harry, fluff, mentions of smut.

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I knew when I’d gone to bed feeling achy all over and drained of energy after doing the bare minimum that I’d wake up feeling sick this morning, but the reality of how I felt still exceeded my expectations. I dragged my feet across the floor to the medicine cabinet and pulled out a thermometer to check for a fever. Luckily, there it was within normal range. I was probably just dehydrated and sleep deprived. In fairness, I’ve never had the best immune system anyway, as a child, I got the sniffles pretty much twice a month. My grandmother and her friends always speculated that it’s because I never got enough bonding time with my parents as an infant. Some people informally diagnosed me with a deficient immune system, stemming from some kind of imbalance or other. When I’m not in denial about how I treat myself, I tend to think it’s because I run myself into the ground on a regular basis and overall suck at looking after myself.

I would never confess or try to explain the thought process to anybody because I know just how insane it sounds  when said out loud, but I often feel that I don’t deserve to rest. And, even if I did, it wouldn’t matter either way. Because, unlike the average person, I had no real personal life, or a family who depended on me. All I had was work. It’s my one real responsibility; the one thing I’m decent at; the one thing I actually enjoy. So, I didn’t need to take breaks, and if I end up falling ill, it wouldn’t matter anyway. The only person who’d end up being affected would be me. Comforted by my dubious logic, and the fact that I had no fever to speak of, I decided I’d power through and go into work. I was going to spend my time in the microfilm room, alone, for most of the day. Maybe, if I get everything done early, I could get a nap in before dropping by the film set.

I stuffed my work bag full of tea bags, Emergen-C, and cough drops, just to be prepared for the worst and got out the door. Thanks to the regular covid testing policy on campus, at least I knew I wasn’t carrying a deadly disease. That was a silver lining.

The first couple of hours of work went by fine, it was when I began to feel weak and queasy that the trouble started. I probably needed to eat something to get my energy up, but I had positively no appetite or desire to eat. The very thought of food made me nauseous. I had some generic meds in my desk drawer that I could take, but those probably shouldn’t be taken on an empty stomach.The irony of the dilemma frustrated me. I feel too sick to eat, so I need to take some meds, but I can’t take any meds before I’ve had something to eat first. The adult thing to do here would probably be to seek medical help. So, I tried to imagine what a doctor or nurse might say to me. “Get some rest and  drink some fluids.” Which would mean skipping out on work; the only thing that gave me purpose. Nope. Finally, I made the decision to put a couple of spoonfuls of sugar and a squeeze of lemon into my hot tea, to see if that would help. On the plus side, working with microfilm required very dim light and precise temperature control which probably mitigated the headache some. If there ever was a day to be sick on the job, today was it.

Around lunchtime, I felt my phone buzz in my pocket. Out of an abundance of caution, and a superstitious kind of respect for these materials that hardly anyone ever requested anymore, I decided to take the call outside. Cracking open the door and stepping into the hallway proved disorienting. But I told myself I was just dizzy because my eyes needed to adjust to the light. Caller ID on my screen showed that it was Harry, causing an almost reflexive smile to appear on my face.

I swallowed, picking up the call. 

“Hello?”

“Hey, sweets. Am I interrupting anything?”

“No, never. What’s up?”

I heard him chuckle nervously on the other end of the line. Though he seemed uncertain, the sound of his laugh always made my heart skip a beat. Not that I’d ever tell him that.

“C’mon, out with it, Styles. What’s going on?”

“Uhh, well, this is gonna make me sound like a horny shithead, but, I’m free for the next couple of hours, and- last week, when I had this time off, we-”

“Oh, so, this is a booty call?”

All I heard in response was a bunch of incoherent stuttering. One of the reasons that I found Harry’s dominance so compelling was the fact that, meeting him in the context of everyday interactions, you’d never guess that he had it in him to be that cruel or strict. It always caught me off-guard whenever he would flip the switch, and it was always the hottest thing ever.

“Not when you put it like that.”

“Like what?”

“Come over and meet me, and I’ll show ya.”

I weighed the options in my mind. Not that his offer wasn’t tempting, but I hated being around people when I was sick. I’d purposefully come in through a different entrance so I wouldn’t have to run into Fran and let her see me like this. If I declined Harry’s offer, though, he would almost certainly know that something’s off. We always found a way to hook up when the opportunity presented itself. To be sure, he always checked in and made sure I never felt pressured or obligated. Sometimes I’d have to get impatient and yell that I definitely show up because I want to, not because I have to, before he’s fully convinced, but we always, always met up. Even if it meant delaying for a bit, or waiting until later in the day. I mean, sure, the sex was fun and all. It wasn’t just about the sex though. Spending any time at all with Harry meant the world to me. He always made me feel seen and heard, and allowed me to explore sides of myself I never thought existed. He was also, always, unexpectedly wild and funny, and I got to see glimpses of what he’s personally like, that often lingered in my memory long after our interactions had ended, and I would fantasize about spending my life with him and sharing these moments everyday. In other words, even if he weren’t calling me for sex, I’d still want to go. The question is, would I be able to hide my current state from him?

“Hello? Have I lost you? Connection in the trailer’s kinda spotty sometimes…”

“N-no, I’m here, Harry. I can hear you.”

“Oh, well- umm… listen, I didn’t mean to make you feel like an object, I’m so sorry….I came off sleazy for sure…I just thought It’d be nice to-”

“Hey, Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“Come over here an fuck me, will you?”

“On my way.”

***

Harry’s smile slowly dissolved as he got closer and closer to me. I unlocked the old office-turned-storage-room that we often hung out in for privacy, and snuck him in.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” 

“Uhh, well, hello to you too?” I deflected. He was already seeing right through me. I loved that Harry knew me so well, could read my body like an open book, knew exactly what I needed when I needed it, and knew exactly how to give it to me. But, times like these made our intimacy feel overwhelming and suffocating. 

“No, I mean it.” He cut straight through my attempted bluff. “What’s wrong? Your eyes look glassy, and…well, you seem off.”

I entertained the idea of playing it off like I was offended. “Excuse me? Just go ahead and call me ugly, why don’t you. after you called to-”

“Baby, you know I think you’re beautiful. Always. Don’t act like that isn’t true. We both know it is. Now tell me what’s going on?” He reached over to caress my cheek with the back of his hand. “Shit, you’re burning up….”

I stared into his eyes, unable to speak, and unable to look away. My anxious mind ran over the different possibilities for this conversation. I wasn’t sure which would be worse, having to tell him that I’m sick and him insisting on doing something about it, or having to tell him that I’m sick and him walking away from me. 

I don’t know why it felt so inconceivable to admit to him that I was feeling ill. Harry had seen me at my worst pretty early on in our friendship. He’d cleaned my apartment, shaved my body, washed my hair, without batting an eye. Hell, he’d even stuck his dick in my ass, beat me bloody, and spent many nights looking after me in subspace, at my most vulnerable. So why was this so hard? Maybe because I hate asking for help, or maybe it’s because Harry had already done so much for me. I didn’t want him to feel responsible for me. I also didn’t want to appear helpless and needy. And yet, this instance, the only thought I had was how I’d crumble to the ground if he pulled his touch away, let alone left the room.

“I-I swear I wasn’t feverish when I came to work this morning…” I wrapped my arms around the arm that touched my face, to make sure he kept it there.

“You’ve been sick since this morning?”

“Since…last night.” I mumbled.

“So, earlier, when I called and you hesitated…” I could see in his eyes that the realization hit him. “Oh, god. And I didn’t even bother to ask how you were doing before I asked if you’d wanna suck my dick…what kind of- shit. Shit. shit! I’m so, so sorry. I didn’t mean to-”

“Harry, Harry, Stop!” I squeezed his hand to get his attention. “You didn’t ask me to suck your dick. I believe all I heard was incoherent stuttering…”

Harry rolled his eyes, cracking a smile. “Okay, brat. Gonna let that one slide. Only cuz you’re ill though...”

“Seriously, I was the one who asked you to come over. Stop berating yourself please.”

“Alright, well, it’s a good thing I came, isn’t it?” He wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “Let’s get you outta here. C’mon…”

“I’m in the middle of work!”

“Work will survive without you for half a day. All the dead poets will still be dead tomorrow. Let’s go.”

“I can’t-”

“You seem to forget who’s actually in charge here…”

***

On the way home, I fell asleep in the passenger’s seat of Harry’s car, with his hand on my thigh the whole way. When I woke up,  blinking the sleep away, and attempting to open my eyes, all I saw was Harry’s gentle smile, inches away from me. “You’re awake..” He’d bent down to cradle me into his arms, and carry me out of the car,

“W-wait, what are you doing? This isn’t even my place!”

“Yeah, it’s mine. Think i'm lettin’ you spend the night alone when you’re this sick? Who’s gonna look after you if your fever doesn’t go down? Hmm?”

“I- Harry, I’m a grown woman. Can take care of myself, you know. I HAVE gotten sick before…”

“Honey, I don’t doubt that you can. But just cuz you can, doesn’t mean you should have to.”

Despite my relentless protests, Harry refused to put me down until we’d reached his bed. He set me square in the middle of the king sized bed and promptly went on to take my shoes off for me. Which I fought him for, and attempted to kick his hands away. A Battle I quickly lost.

“It’s pathetic…” He shook his head with a smile as he undid my shoe laces. “On your very best days, I can tie you up and pin you down with one hand. We’ve done it countless times. Tryin’ to fight me when you’re sick? It’s just sad…”

I blushed at the recollection of my body underneath his, aching for his touch.

He disappeared into one of his gigantic closet and came back moments later. “Heating pad; some clothes…boxers might be a bit loose, but that’s probably more comfortable anyway, and here’s an extra pillow to prop you up. Want the TV on or do you wanna just sleep while I make us some soup?”

“S-soup? Harry, you're supposed to be on set in an hour!”

“Took care of that. Don’t worry.”

“What does that even mean?”

“Chicken noodle or Italian vegetable? I’m thinkin italian…”

***

I stared down at the empty soup bowl in my lap as Harry watched the tv with his arm around me.

“Harry?” my voice was already strained. Tears pooling in the corners of my eyes,

“Hmm?” his eyes still on the screen.

 “Can I ask you a question? But please be honest.”

“‘Course, always.” He muted the tv and turned around to face me, giving mr his undivided attention.

“What happens on a film set when a leading actor suddenly disappears in the middle of a work day?”

 “Oh…” He turned his attention back to the TV, apparently deeming my concern unserious. “Depends on the circumstances…”

“Let’s say he disappeared cuz he skipped out on work to go make Italian vegetable soup for the woman he’s sleeping with.”

Harry looked visibly irritated. With a loud huff, he ran his fingers through his hair, pressing his lips together tightly…

“First of all, I’ve already told you to quit worrying, I have everything under control. Second, you’re not just some ‘woman I’m sleeping with,’ alright? Get it through your thick head, I’m in love with you! I know you’re too fucked up to accept that as fact, and I get that. I don’t blame you. I mean, you couldn’t even tell me you were sick! Think I don’t know why that is? I may not experience the things that you do, but I’m not an idiot…” He took a pause to catch his breath and to gain control over his tone. “You’ve got it in your head that you don’t deserve love. Any time I try to show you any decency or step closer, you bolt right away under the assumption that caring about you is this huge fuckin burdon to me. Well, it’s not. I’m not gonna argue with you about it. I know I can’t just convince you of it in one conversation….but I’ll be damned if I don’t spend the rest of my life trying to show you what it means to love you.”

Hot, stinging tears ran freely down my face. “You- love me?”

“Mhmm.” Harry nodded and reached for the remote, unmuting the TV as if he’d just taken a quick bathroom break, or something.

I laid my head on his shoulder and continued to silently cry as he kept his focus on the film. Neither one of us said a word for several minutes.

“Told them I had covid symptoms, by the way…’don’t wanna put anyone in danger before I’m sure..’ you know…”

“What?” I pulled my head off his shoulder to look him in the eye. He burst out laughing. “I’ll conveniently test negative tomorrow and go back to work.”

[harvestleaves]

Fever (Chapter 1)

Summary: Maverick is sick, Iceman takes care of him.

A/N: No one asked for this Top Gun fic, I just wanted to write it, so here’s chapter 1.  And I did have to look up what cold medicine was available in the 80′s, so you’re welcome. 😂😂  You can also read it on Ao3 here.

Rating: General

Word Count: 877

Maverick wasn't sick, or at least that's what he was telling himself. It didn't matter that his throat was hurting or he felt warm and achy. He wasn't sick.

Coughing into his fist, Maverick leaned down to splash some water from the sink onto his face, savoring the cold before he turned off the water and patted his face dry with his towel. As he was doing this, he didn't hear Iceman getting up from their bed and making his way into the bathroom.

Iceman yawned as he spotted his boyfriend in their shared bathroom, a smirk appearing on his face as he slid his arms around the other man's waist before leaning down to press a soft kiss to Maverick’s neck.  Maverick’s extremely warm neck.

“Mmm, morning,” Maverick spoke, breaking the silence with his raspy voice.

‘Raspier than normal in the morning,’ Iceman noted as Maverick turned around to properly hug him.

“Good morning to you too.  You’re running a little warm, how are you feeling?” Iceman asked, keeping his voice gentle yet firm as he reached down to tilt Maverick’s chin up.  Surveying his pale face, Iceman made a mental note of the bags under his boyfriend's eyes, in addition to the sweat beading at his temples and the slight wheeziness of his breathing.

“Y-yeah, I’m fine.  Maybe a little cold, but fine,” Maverick shrugged, averting his gaze to keep from looking into Iceman’s sharp blue eyes, knowing the other man was scanning him over for signs of illness despite Maverick’s claims that he was okay.

“You’re fine?  Well, your sweaty forehead, obvious fever, and wheezing say otherwise,” Iceman stated with a smug smirk as he reached behind Maverick to open the medicine cabinet, grabbing the thermometer from the top shelf.

“Open your mouth and put this under your tongue,” Iceman said as he took the cover off the thermometer, holding it up for Maverick.

“Damn, at least buy me dinner first,” Maverick tried to joke before he started coughing, unable to hold them back now that Iceman knew he was sick.  He leaned into Iceman’s chest when the coughing fit was done, pouting when his boyfriend slipped the thermometer into his mouth.

“That was some coughing fit.  Wait until that beeps, then we’ll decide what to do next,” Iceman whispered softly against Maverick’s hair as he held the smaller man close, taking the thermometer when it beeped.

“101.2, you’ve got a fever.  Let’s take a cool shower, then I want you to get back into bed so I can go get some cold medicine for you.” Iceman said as he gently stroked Maverick’s back, frowning at how warm the other man was as he tried to snuggle as close to Iceman as humanly possible.

Maverick frowned at Iceman’s suggestion and found himself rapidly shaking his head.  “No going to the store.  I want you to stay with me,” he whispered softly, voice just audible enough that he thought Iceman could hear it.

Iceman’s heart melted at Maverick’s plea for him to stay home and he leaned down to press another kiss to the brunette’s hair.

“Babe, you want me to stay here?  I know you do sweetheart, but we don’t have any medicine for you here.  I guess I could call Slider and have him bring us some,” Iceman suggested, rocking Maverick side to side slightly as the other nodded rapidly against his chest.

“Okay love.  I’ll go call now, and maybe by the time we’re done, Slider will be here.  Get undressed while I go call,” Iceman smiled softly as Maverick let out a small whine at having to let Ice go to their bedroom.

Sitting on their bed, Ice grabbed the phone and called Slider, knowing the other male would most likely be just getting up since it was now 9 in the morning on a Saturday.

“Hello?” Slider grumbled into the phone as he held it up to his ear, not even bothering to open his eyes.

“Morning.  It’s Ice.  I need a favor.”

“A favor?  I’m assuming not for you.  Which means something’s wrong with Maverick.  What’s wrong with him?” Slider sighed as he pulled his eyes open to stare at his ceiling.

“Fever of 101.2, and a cough, and he’s wheezing.  Can you just pick up some cough drops and some Dimetapp cold medicine for him?  I’d go myself but Mav’s feeling really clingy and he doesn’t want me leaving,” Iceman explained, running a hand tiredly over his face.

“Yeah, of course, I can.  I can have it to you guys in probably twenty minutes.  Will he last that long?” Slider tried joking as he sat up, glad he lived next door to the couple.

“Yeah, we’ll manage.  Thank you, I owe you one,” Iceman smiled before he hung up and went back to the bathroom.

“Let’s turn on the cold water and get you clean, Slider said he’ll be here in 20 with some medicine,” Iceman smiled as he turned the shower just cooler than warm, not wanting to shock Maverick’s skin at first with such cold water before he got undressed as well to get in the shower with Maverick, reaching for the shampoo once the smaller male was under the spray of the water.

[luci-in-trenchcoats]

Imagine...Dean Caring For You When You’re Sick

Summary: The reader wakes up feeling ill one morning. Dean is there to help take care of her while she tries to get better...

Pairing: Dean x reader

Square: Sick!Fic

Word Count: 642

Warnings: none

A/N: Written for @supernatural-jackles​​ Tell Me A Story bingo!

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You woke up with a headache, stuffy nose, achy body and covered in sweat. You groaned in the empty room, Dean nowhere to be found. You sat up, bringing the blanket with you and breathed deeply through your mouth. You coughed lightly and plopped back down, squeezing your eyes shut.

“Sweetheart,” said Dean. You peeled open an eye, Dean squatted down by the side of the bed. He put a hand on your forehead and smiled, lifting up your blanket. You shuddered and felt something in your ear, a beep going off. “Alright. Little fever but nothing bad.”

“I don’t feel good,” you mumbled, letting out a cough. Dean lay your covers back over you and shushed you.

“Alright. I’m going to make you some soup and get you some cold medicine. Stay here and rest sweetie.”

You shut your eyes and Dean kissed your forehead, fixing your hair. 

“Okay sweetheart. Be right back.”

Twenty minutes later you were coughing and your nose was running, sat up in bed and shivering. The door creaked open and Dean walked in with a thermos and a cap of red liquid.

You shook your head and buried it under the blankets but Dean sat on the bed and pulled them away.

“Come on. Medicine and then some chicken broth.” He handed you the cap and you threw it back like a shot, missing most of your tongue thankfully. It tasted like cherry and strong mothballs and you knew you’d have to be taking more at some point.

Dean took the cap back and held a straw in the thermos up to your lips, the liquid warm but not scalding hot. You swallowed it down and closed your eyes, taking a break to breathe. 

“I know,” he said, soft tissue at your nose. “Blow for me.”

You took a deep breath and tried to clear your nose, clogging it up even more. Dean got another tissue and you tried again, getting most of it before Dean wiped under your nose and cleaned you off.

“There we go. That should make drinking easier,” he said. He gave you the straw back and pulled your blankets up, tucking it in under your chin so you could hold the thermos from underneath with the blanket. 

He ran his hand over your head and put another blanket over your legs, dimming the nightstand light.

“Thank you,” you said, sniffling again. Dean fixed your pillows so your head was supported and you gave him a tiny smile. 

“Anytime sweetheart. Drink all your soup for me and then try to get some sleep for me. I’ll wake you up later for more medicine.”

“Okay,” you said quietly. “Can I have some vapor rub for my chest?”

“I’ll run out and get some,” he said. He put his hand over your forehead and smiled. “Anything else you want?”

“Sleep,” you said. “Will you sit with me later?”

“I will dig out that dog movie you like and we’ll watch that later on when you’re a little more awake. I’ll pick out a few things at the store to make you feel better.”

You hummed and he smiled, leaving the tissues on the other side of the bed.

“I love you,” you said.

“Love you too, Y/N. Take another cap of medicine if you don’t feel better soon,” he said. “Need anything before I leave?”

“I’m okay,” you said. You sipped and he tucked the stuffed bear he’d bought you into your side.

“Keep an eye on her for me buddy while I’m gone. Be back soon sweetheart. Give Sammy a shout if you need something.”

“Okay,” you said, breathing deeply. “Hurry back.”

“I will sweetheart. Promise.”

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[silversatoru]

birthdays don’t have to suck

fushiguro megumi x f!reader (elli)

synopsis: you get really sick on your birthday, but megumi makes sure that you still have a good day :))

t/w: fluff, reader is sick, vomiting, medicine (tylenol lol), some details pertain specifically to elli

wc: 2.2k

a/n: a small birthday present for the love of my life @megumifushi who never sleeps enough and is always sick,, i love u and i hope ur days not too bad <3

you stared into your dimly lit laptop, red eyes squinting at the black text that sped across the screen as your fingers scrambled against the keys. you weren’t even sure that what you were writing was comprehensible at this point, but your essay that was due tomorrow morning wasn’t gonna write itself. at this point it just needed to get done, concerns of quality were thrown out the window hours ago.

aside from the burning and stinging in your eyes, your entire body ached, and you were ridden with chills and goosebumps. seemed like a fever was coming on, but you didn’t have the time or capacity to care about that right now. you’d pop a few tylenol and crawl into bed in a couple hours, and everything would be better tomorrow.

what time was it anyway? it couldn’t possibly be that late yet, right? 

you glanced to the corner of the screen, eyes falling on a bright 3:56am that made your heart sink and your eyes widen. you had a terrible habit of losing track of time and staying up into ungodly hours of the night — a habit that your wonderful boyfriend was trying so terribly hard to break. 

you glanced to your left and took in his sleeping form, his lips parted ever so slightly as he took small breaths of air. he’d be disappointed and upset with you if he knew how horrid your sleep schedule had been lately, and he’d probably blame your chills and headaches on your lack of sleep as well — which in all fairness was probably pretty accurate. 

“i’ll just finish this up real quick and then i promise i’ll sleep, ‘kay gumi?” you spoke softly, running your fingers through his soft, spiky hair. 

he was undisturbable, his mind off somewhere in a dreamland that was quite the distance from your small bedroom. and that was probably for the better, because him nagging at you to go to sleep would be too distracting for you to get your work done. 

your hands moved rapidly against the keyboard for about another hour, words spilling onto the screen until you finally hit the page requirement for your paper. it was probably terrible, most likely had a few words spelled wrong, and honestly you were pretty certain you’d repeated yourself several times, but fuck it — submit. you were typically an excellent student, so one bad paper wouldn’t kill you, and you were too tired and achy to care right now. 

you got up and placed your laptop onto your desk, plugging it in and letting a heavy sigh fall from your lips as you made your way back over to the bed. the soft blankets were therapeutically warm on your chilly skin as you crawled in against megumi’s back, effectively turning him into the little spoon and pressing your nose to the back of his neck. thankfully, sleep found you shortly after, your eyes fluttering shut as you drifted off into a much needed slumber. 

babe 

wake up 

babe

you woke up to small finger pokes to your cheek from megumi, his face laced with concern as your vision finally focused on his features. he bent over and pressed his lips to your forehead, pausing there for a fraction of a second and then standing back up. 

“i think you have a fever. i noticed when i woke up and you felt like a fucking space heater,” he frowned, confirming your initial suspicions from last night, “i’ll go get some medicine”.

you groggily nodded your head, shivers coursing through your body and dotting your extremities with goosebumps. your condition had definitely deteriorated overnight, your eyes stinging and a horrible nausea creeping up your throat. 

by the time he returned with the medicine you had yourself propped up against the pillows, thick blankets pulled up to your chin in an attempt to minimize the icy feeling in your body. he handed two small tylenol tablets to you with a disappointed look on his face — a look that said: i’m gonna kick your ass for not getting enough sleep again. 

“i’ll let everyone know you’re not feeling well enough to go out tonight,” he hummed as he handed you a glass of water, your brain filling with thick fog as you tried to decipher why he would need to let anyone know you were sick. 

the look of pure confusion signaled to him that you had no idea what he was talking about, megumi shaking his head before he spoke up again, “it’s your birthday, dumbass, we were supposed to get food and stuff with yuuji, inumaki, and nobara and maki”. 

birthday 

oh 

forgetting about that was another habit you continued to succumb to every year.

“mm, shit,” you sighed after drinking back the pills, “i forgot”. 

“figured you would,” megumi clicked his tongue, “but i didn’t, because i’m a good boyfriend. can you drag yourself out to the kitchen? you should eat”.

“don’t think so,” you mumbled, attempting to disappear back under the blankets before he could coerce you to follow him outside of the bedroom. 

but megumi is impossibly even more stubborn than you are, wrapping his arms under your body and lifting you to his chest, “guess i’ll just have to carry you then”. 

“fine,” you let out a long groan — was it a bit dramatic? maybe. but in your defense you felt like you’d been hit with a train.

he peppered your face with kisses as he carried you out of the bedroom, lovingly setting you down on one of the high bar stools around your kitchen table. he instructed you to stay in the chair, abruptly returning to the bedroom to bring out a couple blankets to wrap around your shoulders. you were grateful for the extra heat, you body still shaking and shivering as the medications worked to cure your fever. 

megumi was a man of few words, preferring to display his love for you through acts of service than grand confessions, and this was very eminent when he wordlessly grabbed a couple pots and began cooking for you. you let your face fall onto your arms, resting your chin as you watched him silently shuffle between the stove and the pantry. the silence was comfortable, and you weren't going to complain about watching your muscular boyfriend walk around the kitchen in nothing but a pair of loose, plaid pajama pants. 

a few minutes later he was placing a steaming bowl of soup and a couple slices of baked bread in front of you, a savory scent flooding your nostrils. 

“red lentil,” he spoke as he handed you a spoon, “it’s your favorite, so you better eat it”. 

“yes, sir,” you gave him a small smile, dipping the cool metal into the hot liquid and scooping a spoonful into your mouth. 

“all of it”

“yes, megumi, i will try”

to no surprise, the soup went down pretty fucking horribly, your head hanging low over the toilet while megumi held your hair out of the way. your throat was practically raw by the time you were done heaving and vomiting up the meal, your eyes brimming with hot tears. 

megumi tied your hair up in a neat bun so he could step away, filling up a glass with water and carefully helping you to take small sips and rinse out your mouth. he was tedious with the clean up, washing your face and helping you brush your teeth — ensuring that you felt the best you could given the situation. he then scooped you back into his arms, carrying you back to bed and profusely apologizing for making you eat the soup — but he was just trying to make you feel better, he really was doing his best.

you were ready to add today to your long list of terrible birthdays, chalking it up as another failed attempt, but megumi was not about to let that happen. he knew you had a rough history with birthdays, but now that he was here? you’d have a bad birthday over his dead body. 

he scoured the back of your fridge for ginger ale, gatorade, jello, and whatever else he could find to make you the perfect sick-person platter. and he made sure he was logged into every streaming service that the two of you collectively owned, preparing netflix, hulu, and crunchy roll so that he could easily access every single one of your favorite shows and movies. and so you spent the majority of your day tucked safely against megumi’s chest, forcing down small sips of ginger ale and watching an assortment of tv. 

your phone rang at some point — a facetime call from all of your friends who had gotten together so they could all wish you a collective happy birthday. megumi stuck a singular candle into a cup of blue-raspberry jello and ignited it with a small flame; and then they all sang the most terrible rendition of “happy birthday” that you’d ever heard, yuuji’s voice a little louder and little more out-of-tune than everyone else's.

you mustered enough energy to blow out the flame, everyone cheering while megumi shoveled a scoop of the blue jelly into your mouth. you swallowed it with a smile, praying it stayed down while everyone sent you off with an assortment of “feel better!”, “we love you!”, and “wish you were here!”

your night got pretty quiet after that, you and megumi climbing back under the covers to watch a few more episodes of your new favorite anime. it wasn’t until well into the night that he finally asked you if he could give you the presents he’d gotten for you. reluctantly, you said yes. you hated receiving gifts (it was just one of the many reasons you hated your birthday) but you knew that megumi wasn’t going to take no for answer. 

he was obviously nervous, palms sweaty as he handed you a couple neatly wrapped packages in plain, solid colored paper. they were very megumi, perfect folds with not a single crease, the paper simple yet elegant and adorned with a singular bow on top. 

you hesitantly peeled the paper off the smaller of the two, revealing a tiny box that contained a classic looking silver locket. you felt your heart pinch in your chest as you clicked the locket open and revealed two small pictures of each of the two of you. you weren’t particularly sentimental, but on top of your lack of sleep and not feeling very well, the simple gift caused few tears to well up in your eyes. but he was quick to wipe them away, insisting that you had to open the second gift first, and that birthdays weren’t meant for crying. 

you followed his instructions, ripping open the second package and revealing a larger box that contained a series of envelopes. each one was decorated with tiny doodles of you and megumi, his demon dogs, hearts, etc. they were sickeningly cute, and you immediately reached for the first one before megumi reached out and stopped you. 

“they’re not for now; they’re for when i’m gone, you know, on missions and stuff,” he could barely even maintain eye contact, his eyes dipping low as yours filled back up with tears. 

despite your lack of energy and the fever that was starting to return, you showered him in hugs and kisses after that, thanking him over and over for the most perfect gifts, and for making your day as wonderful as it could have been. 

all things aside, you were coming around to the idea that birthday’s don’t have to suck. 

bonus: the first letter: 

to y/n:

i know im not great at telling you what i have to say through words, actually, i’m kind of really bad at it. but i thought writing these might be a nice way to try and get better? i’m not sure. anyway, i guess i’ll start by saying that you mean a lot to me, and i probably miss you a lot right now (even though ill be too afraid to reach out and say it). not sure how long i’ll be gone for at the time but it’s probably a few days at least. gonna work hard so i can hurry back to see you. 

i hope you’re sleeping enough, but i know you’re not. you never do, especially when i’m not there to yell at you. i hope you’re eating enough too. but you’re probably also not doing that. you’re like taking care of a stubborn child, you know that? but this is supposed to be a love letter so i’ll try to refrain from scolding you too much. but do try to take care of yourself. ill see you soon. 

megumi

[perfectpaperbluebirds]

@sicktember Prompt # 20: Doctor Visit/Checkup

Title: The Best Medicine

Fandom: N/A

Based on this post by me. (Sick doctor)

A physician leaves work miserably sick. His RN girlfriend takes care of him.

(Author’s Note: This breaks the rule I set of less than 2k words but I wrote it before I decided to do this challenge and thought it worked well here. I just needed a sick doctor having PE performed on them ok 😅)

Due to the fact that it was 6:30 AM and she was still more asleep than awake, it took her a while to realize the man she was dating was standing behind her as she waited in line for coffee. However, in her defense, she had never seen him in this coffee line at this time of day before (and she herself was here at this time every day).

It wasn't until she heard a familiar, sniffly yawning noise that she turned and caught his eye. 

"Shane? What are you doing here? You're usually sleeping right now." She didn't go to greet him right away, mainly because she didn't want to lose her place in line, and only two people stood between her and caffeination.

He too looked startled, though happy to see her. "Molly, hey," he said. There was a squeaky rasp to his voice and he had to clear his throat before he could continue. "Had an early meeting that got cancelled at the last minute. Since I was already awake, figured I'd come into the office early and clear out my inboxes."

"Gotcha. Well cool, that means I get to treat you to coffee for once. You find a place to sit and I'll get the drinks."

He shot her a grateful look and stepped out of line.

Molly ordered, received, and paid for the coffees quickly, tipping generously, before going to join Shane. He kissed her on the cheek as he took his cup, and they shared a warm smile as they made their way to a little sitting area, sharing a bench against the wall.

"Kathy's coffee is the best in the hospital. You'll love this."

"So you've told me many times. I'm glad I finally get to try it. What did you get me?"

"A surprise. You'll like it, trust me."

"Cheers, then." With another smile, they tapped their cups together before taking long pulls of their beverages.

"This is delicious," he said after a moment. "Best I've ever had from here. Thanks, babe."

"My pleasure." They sat for a bit in companionable silence, sipping their drinks. However, Molly couldn't help but cast sidelong glances at her partner with increasing frequency. Now that she was next to him, she saw he looked quite unwell. He was pale and shivery, with a flush over his cheeks and ears, and looking overall rundown and uncomfortable, a far cry from his usual easy smile and warm, steady demeanor.

"Is everything ok, doc? You really don't look good."

"You're saying I look ugly today?" he countered teasingly, dodging the question. 

She nudged him playfully. "You're just as handsome as ever. I'm saying you look sick. Are you feeling ok?"

He shrugged. "Think I'm just tired. Not used to being up so early. My head and throat are kinda sore I guess."

"Just tired, huh?" She reached out and placed her palm to his forehead, then his flushed cheeks, and finally his neck, where she could feel the swollen lymph nodes she had already seen. She clicked her tongue scoldingly.

"That's a fever, Doctor Mitchell, and a high one at that. Why in the world did you come to work today?"

"No kidding, really?" Shane leaned back against the wall, rubbing his neck and looking sheepish. "I can't even remember the last time I had a fever. Had to have been before medical school. Guess I forgot what it feels like."

"Hmm. Well regardless, you need to go home. You can't risk infecting your patients and staff."

"Yeah, of course. I'll go now."

When he stood, she did as well, wrapping her arms around him in a tight hug.

"Feel better. Get lots of rest and fluids."

"I know the drill," he rasped, smiling a little. "I am a physician."

"Sometimes I have my doubts, mister 'doesn't know what a fever feels like.' Sports medicine doesn't deal with the flu much." She kissed his shoulder fondly.

"Yeah, yeah." He pulled away, running his thumb over her jawline. "Thanks again for the coffee. I'll see you later. Text me when you have time. I'm sure I'll be bored out of my mind."

"Will do."

She watched him go wistfully, wishing she was going with him.

Naturally he wasn't far from her thoughts for the rest of the day. The hospital OB-GYN clinic was as busy as ever, and the hustle and bustle kept Molly, an RN, quite distracted, but every moment of downtime found her wondering how Shane was doing.

She texted him a few times as he requested. The first time he replied right away, saying he had made it home safely and was relaxing on the couch. The second time he replied a few hours later, saying how tired he was and how he really was starting to feel unwell, but he was doing fine. The third time he never replied.

Her plans for the weekend had been solidified in her mind as soon as she felt how feverish he was. She practically ran out the door as soon as she clocked out. Her first stop was her house to change clothes, shower, and gather some supplies. Her second stop was Shane's favorite soup and sandwich place for two quarts of soup and two sandwiches to go. From there, she headed to Shane's condo across town.

She hadn't informed him she was coming because she had wanted it to be a bit of a surprise. Initially her plan was to leave the soup and sandwich on the stoop and ring the bell, then duck out of sight until the last minute. However, her plan changed when she caught a glimpse of him through the front door.

He was fast asleep, sprawled out on his stomach on the couch. Bundled under two blankets and snoring with his mouth open, surrounded by a nest of used tissues and dishes, he was the picture of illness.

She didn't have the heart to wake him by knocking, so instead she used her copy of his house key to let herself in quietly, being careful not to let the cold air in with her. He didn't stir even after she shut and re-locked the door. After removing her coat, she deposited the items she had brought in the kitchen, then returned to his side. Perching on the edge of the couch, she ran her hand over his face and through his hair to wake him.

He stirred weakly, mumbling and snuffling as he opened his eyes. His face lit up upon seeing her, and he quickly sat up, leaning all of his sleepy, overly-warm weight against her for a tight hug.

"Molly, you're here! I'mb so habby to see you," he croaked earnestly.

She hugged him back just as tightly. "Of course I'm here. When you stopped replying to my texts, I knew I had to come check on you. You look so sick, poor guy, and you're so stuffed up. Are you surviving?"

He shrugged, pulling away. "I guess. I'mb doi'g ok. So achy and tired. Just been sleebi'g all day." He licked his cracked lips and tried to swallow, which resulted in a grimace. "Budt you should go, babe. I don'dt wandt you to catch this. It's ndasty."

As if to prove his point, he turned away from her to cough productively into his elbow, thick and chesty. He followed it up with a honking nose blow that was far less productive. She watched this display sympathetically.

"I'm not leaving you all alone and sick like this. And anyway, if I do get sick, I think I know a doctor who could take care of me." She bumped her shoulder against his. He smiled wanly. "Now, have you taken any medicine recently?"

He sheepishly averted his eyes. "Umb… ndo. I… don'dt really have anythi'g to take."

"Ugh, Shane. Don't tell me you're one of those 'it only treats the symptoms' purists."

"Ndo, it's ndot thad. Like I told you, I just haven't been sigck in years. I've never thought to buy cold mbedicine."

"You're such a guy," she sighed. "Even if you are a doctor. You at least got your flu shot right?"

"Yeah. Budt they're already sayi'g it's probably ndot goi'g to be very effective this year."

"Of course they are." She sighed again. "However, I had a hunch this would happen, so I came prepared." She quickly retrieved a bag from the kitchen which rattled with medications, sitting down beside him again. She selected the ones she wanted and shook them into his hand, watching closely as he swallowed them.

"You're acti'g like you don'dt trust mbe to take care of mbyself," he teased, taking several gulps of water to chase the pills. 

"That's not necessarily true. I just want to do everything possible to help you feel better."

He had to cough harshly again before he could answer, hard enough to redden his face. "I love thad you wandt to take care of mbe. Budt you should really go. I'mb so contagious right ndow, and I don'dt wandt to try to stay away from you."

"Then don't. I came here to be close to you. I don't care if I get sick. It's the weekend anyway. I'm here for you and only you. Besides, you were probably contagious yesterday too, and we still made out. So it doesn't matter anyway."

"You're too good to mbe," he mumbled, finally succumbing and leaning his full weight against her, closing his eyes as he wrapped his arms loosely around her. "Budt I still don'dt approve. You're staying AMA, just so we're clear."

"Call me a rebel, then," she murmured, stroking his sweaty hair.

He sneezed suddenly, only once, but wet and laborious, catching it in his elbow. She quickly pulled a tissue from the nearby box. He took it gratefully, blowing his stopped nose as best he could before resting against her again. He sighed deeply as she resumed her petting.

"You're lugcky the desire to be taken care of when sigck is a deebply ingrained biological traidt," he continued to mumble, sounding sleepier by the second.

"I am, huh? Well you're talking an awful lot for someone who has no voice."

She felt him smile against her, but he did fall silent for a while, aside from his sniffling and soft coughing. She thought he was going back to sleep when he spoke up again.

"You know whad would mbake mbe feel even better thad mbedicine? Sumb soubp."

"Hmm, well it just so happens you have a girlfriend who thinks of everything." She gently shifted him off of her, going back to the kitchen and returning with a quart of soup and a sandwich.

"Sal's chigcken rice?" he rasped, his eyes lighting up hungrily as he sat up straighter. 

"Naturally. We've been together almost two years. I know what you like when you're not feeling good."

"You're a lifesaver," he groaned, taking the proffered food and digging in right away.

"I'm glad you have an appetite anyway. I won't ever forget last year's stomach flu incident."

 "Ugh, don'dt rembind mbe," he said with a shudder. "Bud other than thad one time, I'll always have an abbetite for this soubp. This is all I've wanted all day." He wolfed down the food with unexpected vigor.

"Well then you're lucky I think of everything, like I said. And to think you wanted to kick me out."

"I ndever *wanted* you kigck you oud. I'm just goi'g to hade mbyself whed you ged sigck," he mumbled, swallowing a mouthful.

"Maybe I won't get sick, did you think of that? And like I've been saying--" She leaned in to kiss him fully on the mouth, long and hard, until he pulled away gasping. "--I don't care. As long as you promise to take care of me if I do, I won't complain about a few days off. So stop worrying."

"Ugh, take it easy babe," he moaned, pressing a hand to his forehead. "This fever has mby blood flow all mbessed ub. You can'dt be usi'g your lips on mbe like thad."

"Don't worry, I'm not planning to seduce you today. Unless you instigate it of course." She gave him a wicked look and he flushed. 

"You're something else, Mol," he muttered, unable to hide a smile.

"Just eat your 'soob'." 

He did what he was told while she tidied up his sick bed area. When he was almost done, she fetched another bag from the kitchen and began rummaging through it. He eyed the items she pulled out suspiciously.

"How much crabp did you bri'g? And whad are you doi'g ndow?"

"Something I've always wanted to do. And something I think will make you smile."

"I feel like I've been smili'g since you godt here."

It was Molly's turn to flush and smile. "Something that might make you laugh, then."

She sat close beside him on the couch with her stethoscope around her neck, placing a little tablet of paper and a pen in front of her on the table. 

"Constitution:" she both said this out loud and wrote it on the paper. "Well-nourished. Unwell appearing today. Complains of malaise and myalgia. Lymphatics:" 

She had been neatly writing everything down as she spoke. After the last word, she reached out to gently palate the visibly swollen lymph nodes in his neck. He moaned softly as she massaged them, the moan turning into a cough.

"Cervical lymphadenopathy noted. Lymph nodes tender to palpation." She wrote this down as well.

"Whad are you doi'g, Mol?"

"You get to be a doctor all the time. Today you're definitely the patient, so I'm taking my turn being the doctor and doing a physical exam on you. We need to make a diagnosis after all."

"Ah, of course. Mby apologies, please continue," he said with a little laugh, wiping his nose with a tissue.

"Thank you. Open your mouth please." Inserting a thermometer under his tongue, she also took his pulse with her watch as the thermometer calibrated. 

"Resting heart rate is elevated at 86 bpm. Temperature is abnormal at 101.8 degrees Fahrenheit."

"I could've told you thad. I just toogk my tembp before you godt here."

"I find that hard to believe since you were sleeping when I got here. Now shh. Actually say 'ah'." She situated a tongue depressor in his mouth, peering in. "Throat erythematous and inflamed," she said and wrote. "Now lean forward a bit if you would."

He did as he was told, looking slightly put-upon and she slid the diaphragm of her stethoscope under his worn university tee shirt, placing it on his back as she listened to him breathe for a moment. "Minor ronchi noted. No crackles or rales. Minimal concern for pneumonia at this time."

"Well thad's a relief," he said, sniffling wetly.

"Shh, I still need to listen to your heart," she said, sliding the diaphragm of the stethoscope around to his chest. 

"Terrible beside manner. I'm leavi'g a ndegative review."

She gave him her sternest "doctor" look. He merely smiled impishly. She sighed, biting back a smile of her own, and listened again.

"Normal rhythm. L-1, L-2 heard."

Setting aside the instruments, she slid her hands under his shirt, feeling gently.

"Skin is overly warm or feverish. Abdomen is soft, non-tender and non-distended."

"You didn't have to go under mby shirt, you know. Abdominal exam cad be done over clothi'g," he said, smirking.

"I was being… thorough," she said with a wink.

He chuckled hoarsely. "Someone's godt the hots for their patiendt. Thad's trouble," he murmured, stifling a yawn as he pulled his blanket closer around himself with a shiver. 

"Neurologic: grossly normal. Tremors noted due to chills. Psychiatric: patient is oriented to person, place, time. Behavior normal, but appears lethargic, fatigued and sleepy."

After writing down these final notes, she cuddled up beside him on the couch, wrapping him in her arms and pulling him close as he started shivering in earnest. He nestled against her wearily.

"How did I do?" she murmured. "Did I make you laugh a little at least?"

"Very thorough and efficiendt," he mumbled sleepily, coughing. "And yes you did. Whad's your diagnosis and treadtment plan, doctor?"

"At best a severe case of rhinovirus. I'm more inclined to think influenza due to the fever, but we'll continue to monitor. No active intervention needed at this time. Bed rest at home, OTC medication as needed and adequate hydration recommended." At this she handed him his water bottle. He drank several big gulps before handing it back to her and snuggling in again.

"If that's what the doctor orders," he sniffled, closing his eyes. 

She held him for a while, since that seemed to be all he wanted, just rubbing his back and stroking his hair. However, they were forced to move when Shane pulled away to break into one of his barking, painful coughing fits. He tried to settle again after the fact, making a face. 

"I don't feel good, Mol," he mumbled pathetically. "This sugcks."

"I know, doc. But I'm doing everything I can to help you feel better. I didn't realize your fever was so high though," she murmured. "And that was after you took medicine. But you seemed just fine yesterday. You don't do anything by halves, do you?"

"Thad's one of the reasons you have the hots for mbe, you know id is," he croaked.

"The only thing with the hots around here is that fever. You're sweltering."

"Sorry," he mumbled, yet made no effort to move off of her. Instead he sneezed wetly into his elbow.

"Update, you're sweltering *and* gross," she said conversationally. Yet she made no effort to move away from him either, kissing his forehead instead. He yawned as she did. "And sleepy."

"Thingk I'm just sigck," he muttered.

"Yeah, let's go with that. Do you want to go back to sleep right now?"

"Ndo. Ndot while you're here. I'm too sigck to sleeb anyway."

"There's no such thing as being too sick to sleep. But if you don't want to sleep right now, I have one more present for you." 

"You've already given mbe too mbuch."

"There's no such thing as that either." She carefully shifted out from under him again and attempted to head to the kitchen once more. Before she could take more than a step though, he caught her hand and made her turn around. Seeing his imploring look, she stepped back into the V of his legs. He wrapped his arms fully around her, burying his hot face in her abdomen. 

"Thangk you mbuch for the soubp and mbedicine, baby. You really are a lifesaver. I just wanted to tell you thad."

She nuzzled her face into his messy hair. "Anything to help you feel better. I can tell you're still miserable though."

"Nodt miserable with you here." 

"Just sick."

"Mhm," he mumbled, sleepily as ever. She let him hold her for another moment or two before speaking again.

"Seriously though, I have something else I want to give you. It'll just take a second to grab."

"Fine," he sighed. As he pulled away, she saw a hazy, pre-sneeze look cross his face. Sure enough, as she trotted to the kitchen, behind her she heard him emit a pair of messy, rough sneezes.

"That soup really got your nose going, huh?" she asked as she reentered the living room.

"Guess so," he sniffled, blowing his nose thickly. "Thad's the poindt though, right?"

"Indeed it is." She moved to the entertainment center and quickly plugged her laptop into the TV.

"Now whad are you doi'g?"

"Maybe you should stop asking questions and just wait and see."

"You know I hade surprises."

"That's not true at all in my experience, so I'm calling your bluff on that one. But you won't have to wait long for this one either way."

After a few setting changes to allow the laptop display to be projected on the TV, Molly popped a disk into the drive and started it up.

"Are we watchi'g somethi'g?"

"You and your questions." She tossed a thick DVD case into his lap. He picked it up, his eyes widening happily.

"The original Jurassic Park trilogy? Holy crabp, this is awesome!"

"I'm glad you approve," she laughed, stepping into his arms again. "It was going to be your Christmas present, but I figured a sick day at home is an even better occasion."

"This is perfect, love. You're ambazing," he mumbled, squeezing her tightly.

"Anything for my best guy." She nuzzled his hair again fondly. "Anything to help you sleep."

"I don'dt wandt to sleeb while you're here though. I don'dt wandt to mbiss out on seei'g you."

"Well then you're in luck, because I'm planning on staying here all weekend. So I'll be here when you fall asleep and when you wake up. No time wasted at all."

A grin split his face. "You'd do thad for mbe?"

"I wouldn't dream of doing otherwise. Doctors need to be looked after too, especially by their nurse girlfriends. So you stretch out and get comfortable and leave the rest to me."

"You're cooler than anadomy and dinosaurs combined, you know thad?"

Molly giggled happily. "I don't know if I'll ever come back from such high praise. You better quit while you're ahead, Dr. Mitchell."

"Only if you promise to make mbe coffee in the morni'g. Your good coffee."

"Sounds like a plan," she said with a grin and another kiss.

[bnhabadass]

Pairing: Bakugo x Reader Warnings: N/A Word Count: 2108 Synopsis: When you fall ill one day, Bakugo’s usually gruff and distant personality becomes gentle to the touch as he takes care of you. A/N: This is my second submission for the @bnhabookclub​ bingo event! The link to my bingo master list is here, but you should also make sure to check out the other pieces bookclub members have written too!

In the three months you have been dating Bakugo Katsuki, you have never known him to be particularly affectionate. In fact, it sometimes seems like he’d rather stay as far away from you as possible.

You were the one to ask him out, and although he looked like he would rather jump off a cliff, with the bothersome encouragement from his friends, he begrudgingly agreed. On your first date, he barely spoke, let alone reach out to touch you. You thought your relationship would be over before it even began. But even after your awkward date, he asked you when you were free again.

Over time, Bakugo opened up to you little by little. While he kept his distance physically, he would check in with you between classes and sit next to you during lunch and breakfast. It was cute, how awkward he was around you. You were the only person who was ever able to fluster him, and his friends loved to tease him for it. Still, you wished that he was willing to reach a hand out for you to hold every so often.

What did it mean that he wouldn’t? Was he scared that you would hurt him if he did, or is it that he doesn’t think you’re good enough to be touched by his gruff and meticulous hands?

Three months into your relationship and the two of you still hadn’t kissed. Bakugo’s friends always bugged him about it. Out of all the things he tended to lose his head over, that was not one of them. Perhaps he’s matured or maybe he didn’t care as much as you hoped.

“So Bakugo,” Kaminari asked, sliding up to him at the table he was eating breakfast at. “Where’s the girlfriend this morning? Rough night? Is she sore from all of your–”

Bakugo cut him off with a loud blast to his face. He resumed eating as if it were nothing while Kaminari sat there, sputtering out a coughing fit.

“Hey, where is (Y/n)?” Kirishima asked, sitting down and patting Kaminari on the back. “She said she wasn’t feeling well during movie night last night so she went to bed early.”

Bakugo preferred not to indulge in his friends’ antics of staying up late eating junk food and watching movies so it was news to him that you weren’t feeling well. Looking around, he saw that you had not joined any of your peers for breakfast. An empty feeling washed over him at the realization of your lacking presence.

“I’ll go check on her,” he mumbled, figuring you would still be in your room. Walking up the stairs, he headed for the door labeled with your name. Gripping the door knob, he gently turned it and pushed the door open. The first thing he noticed was the lump under your covers that moved at the creaking sound of the door. “Oi, dumbass. Get up. We have class.”

You groaned, snuggling your head further into your pillow. You mumbled a few words that Bakugo couldn’t understand.

“What did you say?” It wasn’t like you to refuse to attend class or to sleep in longer than necessary, especially if you had gone to bed early the night before. Bakugo took a few steps toward you so he was standing right next to the head of your bed.

Peaking your head out from nuzzled inside the pillow, your watery, heavy eyes met his crimson ones.

His eyes widened at seeing your face, flushed with a cool layer of sweat coating it. Bits of your hair stuck to your forehead and cheeks. You looked like shit. “You’re sick aren’t you.”

“I’m not that sick,” you protested. Your achy joints struggled to push yourself up. You were stopped, however, when Bakugo placed his firm hand over your forehead. The feeling of his calloused hand pressing onto your sweaty forehead froze you in place. All you could breathe in was his caramel scent. You had never been this close to him before, and the realization made your face burn hotter than it already was.

“You have a fever,” he said, pulling his hand away. “Were you going to tell me?”

“It’s not that bad. I’ll email Aizawa Sensei, let him know I won’t be in class today. I just need a bit of rest and I’ll be fine.” You smiled up at your boyfriend, but the way your arms shook with chills told him you would need a lot more than a good night’s sleep to feel better.

“Bullshit,” Bakugo said. “You stay here, I’ll get you some medicine.”

As he turned to leave, you tried to stop him. “W-what? But Bakugo, you’ll be late to class.”

“I’m not going to class if you’re feeling this bad. You need someone to take care of you,” he said from the doorframe.

Before you could protest any further, he was already gone. Sighing, you cautiously lowered yourself back into bed and awaited his return.

“You know,” you said, thermometer in your mouth, “I can take care of myself.”

“And run around the dorms infecting everything you touch? I don’t think so.” Bakugo sat in your desk chair, arms folded across his chest as he waited for the thermometer to beep. When it did, he was swift to pull it out of your mouth. “Well at least it’s a low grade fever.” He set the stick on your desk and put a hand back over your forehead.

You hummed into the feeling of his fingers stroking across your hairline. “Yaoyorozu said she’d give us the homework,” you said, trying to find something, anything to talk about.

“Dumbass, you shouldn’t be worrying about that now.” Bakugo reached over to your desk and grabbed a glass of ice water he had set out before taking your temperature. He also set a few pills on your bedside table. “Take these. Your fever will go down.”

With half lidded eyes you smiled. “Thanks.” The pills were harder to swallow than others you’ve had to take in the past. You made awkward choking and gagging noises, which had Bakugo rolling his eyes.

“Do you want me to make you some tea?”

Smiling up at him with glassy eyes, you nodded. It was confusing why he had been acting so kind, almost paternal towards you in those moments, as if you were his child or someone he needed to protect. Someone he really cared about. His girlfriend.

You couldn’t help but smile as you thought back to the delicate touch he had when pushing strands of your hair back. You wanted to feel that touch again and you had a feeling that it would happen sooner rather than later.

Bakugo didn’t return until a good forty minutes had passed. While you appreciated everything he was doing for you, especially skipping class to make sure you were all right, you were slightly annoyed that he had not brought you your tea as he had promised.

You passed the time by scrolling through your social media, texting your friends to find out what you were missing in class, and playing a few rounds of whatever video game was currently in your console.

A small gasp escaped your sore throat when Bakugo emerged through your door holding a tray with tea, a bowl of soup, a box of tissues and more meds to keep your fever down.

“Here,” he shoved the tray in your hands, making you drop the controller so soup would not spill all over your comforter. “Fucking eat this.”

He sat back down at your desk chair and watched as you scooched up the bed and held the tray on your lap. Your hand tentatively reached for the large spoon next to the equally large bowl. It was weird. You’ve seen Bakugo cook. You’ve heard Kirishima go on about how great he is at making onigiri and stir fries, but it had never occurred to you to ask him to cook for you.

“Well what are you waiting for? Try the damn thing!”

Bakugo’s voice snapped you out of your daze. You dove the spoon in to scoop up the clear broth and one of the many carrots bobbing up and down in the bowl as if it was taking a nice long dip in the lazy river. Bringing the spoon to your nose, you breathed in. It smelled good, at least as well as it could with your nose being so stuffed.

You brought the spoon to your lips and the savory flavor instantly opened your tastebuds back up to the world. Your eyes widened and you couldn’t help but gawk at the steaming bowl in front of you.

“Well, how is it?” Bakugo mumbled under his breath. One of his hands was weaved in his hair, perhaps out of stress or nerves in seeing what you truly thought of his cooking. You’re not sure why he would be so nervous. Bakugo’s not the kind of guy to stress over something or to really feel nerves at all. He exudes confidence and that’s one of the many things you have always admired about him.

“It’s incredible.” You willed your tired and achy face to curve your lips into a smile. Your eyes never seemed to dull as you went on about the flavor and how all the spices blended together so perfectly.

“All right, all right I get it,” he said. “You don’t have to keep praising me. It’s not like I’m competing on Top Chef or anything.” Although he was telling you to stop it with the compliments you could tell that he was truly flattered.

You finished the soup, even picked it up to lick the bowl clean which was rewarded with a partially disgusted glare from Bakugo. You hadn’t forgotten about your tea either, drinking all of it and taking the second dose of medicine along with it. Being in Bakugo’s presence, you felt lighter and less ill.

“How are you feeling now?”

“Better,” you said, smiling up at him. “I think I’ll be well enough to go to class tomorrow.” But as if the universe was against you, you sneezed and a long strand of snot came down across your face.

“You’re disgusting.” There was a hint of a chuckle in Bakugo’s words as he handed you a few tissues from the box. “You should probably rest a bit. I’ll, I dunno, get out of your hair or whatever.”

“No, stay.” Your hand subconsciously reached out to grab his wrist as he stood up, but you pulled it back out of fear. Fear for what? Bakugo had been touching your forehead to take your temperature all day. He had barely left your side apart from leaving to make you soup and tea, so why did the touch of reaching out to him scare you so much?

Bakugo’s cheeks tinted pink as he felt his blood run cold. What was with you? Why were you acting this way?

There was an awkward silence between the two of you which lasted a few long, agonizing moments.

“Or not,” you broke the silence. “You can–”

“No I’ll stay.” Bakugo kept his eyes trained on the small rug covering the center of your room. “I’ll keep you company.”

A songbird-like laugh escaped your slightly chapped lips. Bakugo sat back down and although embarrassed, he still smiled at you.

Not much time had passed before you began to doze off into a light nap. Your head ached but you weren’t in enough discomfort to warrant staying awake.

In the time you and Bakugo spent together, you learned all sorts of things about him, that his parents are fashion designers, why he wants to be a hero. You even found out what his favorite flavor of mochi ice cream is.

As you talked more and learned more about each other, your longing for him to hold you deepened. The way his big arms gesticulated as he spoke made you wish they were wrapped around you. You wished he would genuinely laugh with you all the time, not just in this moment you two were alone. But it will all come in time, right? Maybe the next day when you’re less sick.

You could have sworn that as your heavy eyelids fell shut and you zoned in and out of consciousness, Bakugo stood up from your desk chair and placed a subtle kiss on your forehead. When he left your room, closing your door in the softest way possible so you would not stir awake, your eyes fluttered open and grin spread across your face.

Yeah, it will all come in time.

[bunnylouisegrimes]

Sick Day (NOS4A2 Drabble)

A/N: Holy shit! I actually wrote something?! Well, unfortunately, this is probably gonna be my only fic for a while since I’m gonna be so busy. But I hope you all enjoy some Charlie fluff! It helped to let my creative muse out amongst my stress! (Also, I own a Totoro like the toy pictured above) ;)

Sick Day

NOS4A2 Drabble

By: Bunny Louise Grimes

That Friday, the stretches of farmland rolled along beside the Wraith as we went for a leisurely drive. The clouds were grey, the spring air was cool, and dew covered the windows. We took a rest outside of a beautiful and abandoned hospital to eat our fries and crack each other up. Nearby, a park sat where Charlie pushed me on the swings. But by the time we decided to head back home and order a pizza, I noticed I was feeling a bit tired. While ordering the pizza, I turned on the TV and flipped through the channels. The only interesting (and scary) thing on was a news segment discussing how a shooter at a restaurant two towns over had threatened to kill people (something like an altercation with his girlfriend who was a waitress perhaps?), and he was still at large.

“Well, that explains the helicopters we’ve been seeing and hearing,” I said.

“Indeed,” Charlie nodded. “We’ll have to be careful tonight and make sure everything is locked up so that he doesn’t try to hide here, especially since this house is the perfect place to hide. Out in the middle of nowhere, miles of forest to run, the mountains... good thing my Wraith has a mind of her own, because if he thinks about hiding there, he’ll be ran over.”

After I ordered the pizzas from my laptop, we went out for another small drive in the grey skies to retrieve them. By then, my tiredness had gotten worse, and I noticed my body had a dull ache. I wrapped myself up in my yellow sweater tighter. Besides that, I was wearing green floral leggings, green socks, and black Mary Janes. It was already a cool afternoon, but it wasn’t this freezing, so why was I so cold? I thanked the fact my hair was done in a pair of long fluffy puppytails held together by my green ribbons so that I had an extra layer of warmth.

“I’m concerned I might be coming down with something,” I told Charlie. “I’m starting to feel real tired, cold, and achy.”

“Well, we’ll see how you feel,” he said. “If you start to feel really sick, we’ll have our answer and we’ll give you medicine.”

After coming home and eating our pizza, my tiredness, alongside my full stomach, overtook me, and I fell asleep. When I woke up from a bizarre dream, I realized how cold, achy, and tired I was. Charlie felt my head and observed that I was feeling very hot. He took into consideration how cold his body temperature was and placed the tympanic thermometer from the bathroom into my ear. I was 100 degrees Fahrenheit on the dot, a definite fever.

He presented me with medicine and he carried me upstairs, where I fell asleep once more. When I woke up from even more odd dreams, my fever had increased to almost 103 degrees. I had developed a headache and chest discomfort. I went to the bathroom due to an odd sensation in my stomach, and I realized what it was once I was done.

“Charlie,” I called weakly to the hallway. “I have diarrhea too!”

“Well, all of this is most unfortunate,” Charlie sighed. “We should call the doctor and he can figure out what’s wrong.”

He got on the landline and contacted the local doctor. I ended up with an appointment that day at three. Charlie helped me change into the clothes I wore yesterday, and he helped me rebraid my hair. When we arrived 30 minutes later, there was only a few other people in the doctor’s office. I was the second person to be called. After a quick checkup and a quick talk with the nurse about my symptoms, the doctor walked in five minutes later and concluded I had the flu.

“Flu season’s in fall and winter,” he said. “It peaks between December and February, but it can run even as late as now. It happens sometimes, someone has it and you just catch it. It’s pesky influenza, you can get it at anytime.” He turned to Charlie. “That elderberry medicine was good thinking. Keep giving her that so it will help her immune system. I also recommend Vitamin C, so orange juice is a good drink idea. Here’s an antiviral prescription.” He gave the paper to Charlie. “I’ll call the pharmacy, you’ll be able to pick it up in a few hours.” He turned back to me. “In the meantime, you just take lots of rest and stay hydrated, especially with your diarrhea. Since your stomach might be upset, you should eat lighter things like crackers.” He chuckled and smiled, saying, “I assume you know all this, however, given you are in the medical field yourself.”

I nodded, laughing as best I could. “I don’t work as a nurse now since moving here, but at anytime, if I do need to work, I think this would be a good place.”

He beamed. “Absolutely! I’m glad you think so! You seem like the person we’d like on board. But you focus on your health first.”

After leaving, Charlie took me home, where I switched into my pajamas and cuddled up with some of my ponies (Razzaroo, Minty, Wysteria, Sweetberry, Cotton Candy, Sunny Daze, Sparkleworks, Rainbow Dash, Pinkie Pie, and Kimono), Kuchi Kopi (who glowed a comforting green), and my stuffed Totoro on the couch.

“I’ll make you some soup,” Charlie said. “You want some Progresso rice soup with Taco Bell sauce?”

“Just like when I was a kid,” I smiled. “Yes. Can you put in A Charming Birthday so I can watch something small for a little bit?”

He put in the pony VHS tape and went into the kitchen. The soup was done and I had adjusted myself on the couch. He also presented me with orange juice in a glass and ice. I ate my soup and drank my OJ carefully while Charlie turned on the news again once the twenty minute short was over. The culprit from yesterday had been caught, so there was no need to worry about him on the loose anymore. Other than that, the news became annoying, so I asked Charlie if we could watch a movie.

“Could we watch My Neighbor Totoro?” I asked.

“What is that?” He looked puzzled.

“It’s one of the movies I brought. It’s from the 80’s, animated, and from Japan.”

He looked at the clock. “Let me get your medicine. I’ll have to get it in about fifteen minutes, and you know it takes ten minutes to get to town. Finish your soup while I’m gone and I’ll make you some hot chocolate upon my return.”

I nodded, changed the channel to Two Broke Girls, and we exchanged a kiss before he left once more. I had finished my soup almost ten minutes later and my stomach felt slightly upset (not the fault of the food, it had to have just been my stomach being in the state it was in). I weakly stumbled upstairs, chills hitting my aching body without my blanket, and did my business in some discomfort. I did my best to clean myself up with painfilled muscles. I felt clean and wrapped up what I needed to do. The lilac smell of the soap and the warm water I was using to clean my hands up smelled and felt refreshingly pleasant on my ill body.

I snuggled with my toys when I returned downstairs and chuckled at Caroline and Max’s antics to get more money until Charlie returned home. I took my medicine (including the elderberry medicine he gave me yesterday) and he made me hot chocolate, alongside a plate of crackers. He put in the Totoro DVD and I anticipated seeing the serene and beautiful world associated with Studio Ghibli movies. I was snuggled up with Charlie and had my head on his chest. He wrapped his arms around me and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

“Are you feeling any better?” He asked.

“Physically, no, but emotionally, yes.”

“I’ve never seen this movie before. How good is it?”

“Very. It’s comforting, light hearted, and filled with lots of innocence and imagination.”

He smiled. “Hmm, seems like it’s right up my alley. I’m intrigued.” He picked up the case. “What is a Totoro?”

“He’s a forest spirit. He’s a mix between a cat, owl, and raccoon. You’ll like him, he’s a gentle giant.”

We watched the entire movie, the two of us making side comments every now and then, and Charlie loved every minute of it. By the time the famous ending credits serenaded, I was ready for a nap. Charlie turned it to Ghost Adventures reruns. I desperately wanted to stay awake, but I knew by then I couldn’t. I didn’t mind too much because I knew I had all of their episodes on DVD. I warned Charlie I might fall asleep.

“That’s fine,” he said, kissing my forehead. “This is just so you have something you like to lull you to sleep. I might take a nap myself.”

Within minutes, I fell asleep and had vivid dreams inspired by the movie (something about it raining and Totoro roaring and flying in the night sky while I was roaming around a gorgeous forest). When I woke up, I needed water. I went into the kitchen and downed as much as I could. Charlie woke up a few minutes later. I had to go to the bathroom again and Charlie helped me this time.

“I feel very sweaty and gross,” I sighed.

“You want a warm bubble bath?” He asked.

“You’d give me one?”

“Of course.”

I slipped my pajamas off and he filled the clawfoot bathtub with warm water and and sparkly white bubbles. He made it smell like two soaps called Cosmic RainbowBerries and Old Fashioned Flowers. Once again, my cold, achy body felt exposed, but stepping into the soapy water melted it away. The scent was amazing, and his firm and gentle hands cleaning my weak body made me sigh in pure content. He unbraided my hair and I embraced every moment of his nails and fingers working their way through my scalp. All the while, he was softly humming “Put Your Head On My Shoulder.”

Once I was all clean, he wrapped me in a soft towel as quick as he could so I would not freeze while he dealt with the tub. I picked out a long and soft nightgown with strawberries on it and thigh high flowered socks. I wandered back into the bathroom so he could blow dry my hair and rebraid it.

“Why look at you! You smell as clean as a spring flower! Perhaps the first rose in the meadow? Fitting for your name, dear!”

I laughed and hugged him. “I certainly feel like one thanks to you.”

When we returned downstairs, he began making chili for me, and I decided to play some Call of Duty Zombies. I took more medicine before I played and drank more water as I did. After eating it, talking with Charlie about various things, and snuggling up with him while playing, sleepiness took over again. By the time I went down from running out of options and being surrounded by the undead, I was about to fall asleep on Charlie’s lap, controller still in hand.

“I think, my darling, it’s time for you to find a more comfortable place for your head,” he coyly teased. “And as I would consider myself a gentleman first and foremost, I would certainly rather have my lady comfortable in a bed rather than my lap.”

I lifted up and rubbed my eyes. “Ugh, you’re right, my fever might be getting a tiny bit high again because it’s night. Sorry, baby.”

He kissed my cheek. “No, no, it’s quite alright. You are correct your fever might be higher now. Let’s head to bed.”

We turned everything off, I put my ponies (with the exception of a random three of Minty, Pinkie Pie, and Rainbow Dash) and Totoro back where they belonged, but I held onto Kuchi Kopi. He carried me to bed as I snuggled with my toys and blanket in his arms. I set my ponies and Kuchi Kopi near the lamp on my side of the bed. I brushed my teeth, went to the bathroom one more time (but not to deal with my stomach, luckily, that would maybe be saved for the morning), cleaned off my glasses, and hopped into bed. Charlie has brought up my glass of water and set it near my lamp as well. He turned off the light and left us with the comforting white hallway light and Kuchi Kopi from beside me. We snuggled into bed under the covers and I held onto him.

“Thank you for taking care of me today and helping me every step of the way,” I kissed him on the cheek.

“Of course, my dear, anything for you. I know you’d do the same for me... well, if I could get sick, but I don’t, hence why I was able to take care of you to the extent I could without fearing exposure. But even if I wasn’t a vampire and could get ill, I’d still take care of you.”

“Awww, sugarpop ,” I kissed him again. “I wouldn’t want you to get sick. I wouldn’t force you to do it. I’m not even forcing you now.”

“I would anyways, and you know this.” He rested his chin on my scalp.

“You are the sweetest man alive, you know that?”

“And you are the sweetest girl alive. Once you are feeling better, would you like to visit the children? I am sure they would love to see their stepmother all healthy and well.”

“I’d love that, and we could make pillow forts, eat cookies and oatmeal, drink hot cocoa and watch Totoro together...” My eyes fluttered just at the thought and my body sunk into his.

“They would love that deeply,” he agreed. “I admit, in some ways, those two little girls in that movie remind me of my own Millie and Lorrie. I think they’d relate to their sisterly bond.”

“Mmmhmmm...” I snuggled closer to him, about to drift off.

“Good night, mignon,” he whispered. “I love you.”

“Good night... I love you too...” I mumbled.

We both fell into deep sleep. It had been a rough two days feeling as ill as I did, and I knew the next few days would be the same, but I had Charlie by my side to help take care of me. And that would make all the difference.

[feverishbangtan]

This is something I worked on before. Next one’s going to be either Yoongi or Namjoon, still haven’t decided...

Sickie: Jungkook

Caretaker: Seokjin

Word count: 1290

TW: emeto

Seokjin slipped quietly into his bedroom so he wouldn’t wake the maknae, should he be asleep. Once his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he was glad to see that Jungkook, indeed, seemed to be sleeping.

Earlier that day, the youngest woke up feeling very nauseous and generally unwell. It wasn’t until the afternoon that he started actually throwing up but once he did, it didn’t stop anymore. He spent a good four hours in the bathroom, vomiting every few minutes or so. Jungkook had a fever on and off all day, which left him achy and tired.

However, when he could finally catch a break and rest on the living room couch instead of in front of the toilet, he still wasn’t able to sleep.

Not even when Jimin had joined him, spooning the maknae and holding him. Not when Taehyung had offered him belly rubs that he declined because he feared that any kind of contact to his middle would set him off again. Not when Hoseok and Namjoon had turned on the TV to play his favorite movie. And not when Yoongi had set up his laptop in the living room, playing soft melodies he's been working on.

Seokjin brushed the back of his hand over Jungkook's forehead and cheeks, noting that he still felt warm. He glanced at his phone to see the time; Seokjin gave the youngest some medicine not too long ago so he couldn't give him more now.

Sighing, he slipped into the bed and tugged on the blanket in Jungkook's grip so he could cover himself. The maknae let go of it with a moan but quickly settled again as he curled up against Seokjin's chest. The oldest wrapped his arms around him and soon fell asleep as well.

—

Seokjin was awoken by distressed mumbling and small jerking movements a few hours later. In his tired, confused state it took him a moment to collect himself.

But then he remembered. Remembered that Jungkook was sick and he was sleeping next to him.

The maknae squirmed in his sleep, groans escaping his lips. Seokjin smoothed his long hair back, pushing it out of his face and simultaneously checking for a fever. He still felt warm, maybe even a little warmer than before he went to sleep.

Seokjin gently slipped his hand under Jungkook's shirt to give him tummy rubs, hoping it would help settle his stomach. He could feel the upset organ rumbling as Jungkook groaned in his sleep.

Even after a while, it was not getting better, in fact, it got worse and the oldest knew his attempts were futile. So, he moved his hand from Jungkook's tummy to his cheek, gently rubbing it to wake the boy.

"Jungkook-ah. Jungkookie, wake up," he whispered.

The maknae startled awake, a confused, hazy look in his eyes. It was clear that he wasn't quite there and didn't understand what was happening.

So, Seokjin tried to stay calm, even as all color drained from Jungkook's face and he swallowed audibly.

"Okay, okay, let's go to the bathroom."

Seokjin tried to maneuver the youngest out of the sheets but he was too confused and disoriented to cooperate with him.

It happened in a split second; Jungkook opened his mouth and then he was suddenly burping, the taste of stomach acid clinging to the back of his tongue. He heaved unproductively, nothing left in his stomach due to the lack of food throughout the day.

A particularly hard retch had him lurching forward. Bile and the few sips of water Jungkook had before going to sleep splashing onto the sheets.

Seokjin cringed at his soiled bedding but moved closer to the maknae, rubbing his back and muttering soothing words of comfort.

"It's okay. You're going to be okay."

Jungkook's hair was still in a messy half-up ponytail. Taehyung tied it up earlier that day when he first found the maknae puking into the toilet. It proved to be useful in keeping Jungkook’s growing hair clean.

The youngest kept on dry heaving for a while before his stomach finally gave him a break. He was breathing hard, frustrated tears running down his cheeks. Jungkook was exhausted and achy and still so confused. One second he was sleeping peacefully and the next he was puking and his stomach was cramping up painfully.

Seokjin carefully used the already dirtied blanket to dab the puke from Jungkook's chin before he removed it from the maknae's lap.

"Okay, let's go to the washroom," the oldest said quietly, "I think you should take a quick shower."

Poor Jungkook could only nod in agreement as he simply followed his hyung's instructions.

The two men slowly walked to the bathroom. Seokjin had an arm wrapped around Jungkook's waist for support.

Inside the bathroom, Seokjin helped Jungkook sit down on the toilet. Then he went to turn on the shower, making sure the water was a comfortable temperature for the sick maknae.

"Do you need help?" he asked, turning back to Jungkook, who looked quite uncomfortable and a little embarrassed if the blush on his cheeks was anything to go by.

The youngest shook his head no and Seokjin told him he'd get him a fresh set of pajamas while he's showering.

"Just yell if you need anything," he told him, "I'll be right outside."

Unsurprisingly, Jungkook didn't ask for help.

The only time he said anything at all was when he asked Seokjin to pass him the clothes but he quickly shut the door on him.

When it opened again, Jungkook was shirtless and only wearing the underwear and sweatpants Seokjin had brought him.

"How do you feel?" the older asked, mustering Jungkook as if he was trying to find the answer himself.

The maknae shrugged, "not as queasy anymore. But my tummy still hurts."

Seokjin hummed and gently took the younger's hand, leading him down the hallway.

"I'm sorry, hyung," Jungkook suddenly apologized quietly.

Seokjin stopped in his tracks and turned around to look at him. Jungkook didn’t look back at him, tired gaze focused on his feet instead.

"What for?" Seokjin asked and squeezed Jungkook's hand encouragingly.

"For throwing up in your bed. I'm sorry."

Jin chuckled and started walking again, pulling the maknae along with him.

"Don't worry about it," he told him genuinely.

Jungkook still felt bad about it, though. Admittedly, he was a little embarrassed about throwing up in bed. Seokjin's bed on top of it, not even his own. He felt childish for not being able to keep it down and make it to the bathroom before spilling his guts.

"But- your sheets, hyung," Jungkook whined, not being able to just brush it off like that, "I made them all dirty."

Seokjin could see the tears gathering in the maknae's eyes and was quick to soothe him.

"Don't worry about it, really, I can wash them. It's not a problem at all." Seokjin gathered the youngest into his arms and rubbed his back.

"Let's go sleep in your bed instead," he suggested and guided Jungkook further down the corridor to his own bedroom.

Jin tucked him into bed, making sure the maknae was comfortable before he left, assuring him that he would be back soon.

Seokjin filled the washing machine with his soiled bedsheets and opened the window inside his room, hoping that airing it out for the rest of the night would get rid of the stench.

He then made sure to grab a bowl, just in case Jungkook needed to throw up again and didn't make it to the bathroom.

By the time he got back, Jungkook was fast asleep. Carefully, Seokjin slipped in next to him once again, spooning the youngest and softly palming his tummy.

[raleighcarrera]

birthday

platinum | raleigh carrera x mc (cadence dorian)

raleigh can’t let cadence spend her birthday taking care of him.

~2.5k words, PG-13ish (fluff)

raleigh woke up on the morning of june 30 feeling like his head was going to split open. he was very, very familiar with the dull ache of a hangover, and that wasn’t what he had -- this was something else entirely. 

groaning with miserable displeasure, he rolled over to cadence’s side of the bed and huffed when he felt only the bare sheets and not the soft shape of her, stretched out beside him. he hated when she got up before him.

he forced his eyes open, wincing when the light of the sun, filtering through the blinds in his bedroom, made his head throb harder. “fuck.” his voice was thick and raspy; his throat felt sore. 

before he could call out for his girlfriend, the door to his bedroom opened slowly, careful enough not to make a sound. cadence poked her sleep-tousled head in and smiled when she saw him. “oh, you’re awake. you were burning up, i had to get out of here. the bed was starting to feel like an oven.”

the sound of her voice, which was usually his favorite thing in the world, only worsened his headache. he flopped onto his back and shut his eyes wordlessly. he didn’t move even when cadence leaned over him on the bed and pressed the back of her hand against his forehead. “baby, i think you’re sick.”

raleigh groaned again. of course he was -- wait, no. he couldn’t be. today was june 30. “i can’t be sick on your birthday,” he croaked, turning his face greedily towards her, desperately seeking the touch of her cool palm against his flushed skin. “i’m fine.”

he forced his eyes open, even though it made the stabbing feeling in his brain worsen. cadence was standing above him, staring down at raleigh in that sexy, pissed-off but still concerned way she always was whenever she thought he was doing something stupid. as she pulled her hand away, he reached out and grabbed her wrist to stop her from moving. she sighed and reached up, smoothing his hair off his face. her fingers stroked his cheek. god, that felt amazing.

“you’re obviously not fine. you at least have a fever. and a cough -- i can’t believe you didn’t wake yourself up. it was really loud.” 

ugh. this wasn’t happening. today was supposed to be special. it was the first birthday he was going to be spending with cadence as her official boyfriend, and he’d made plans. raleigh had every intention of giving her a day she’d never forget -- a day that was just as wonderful as she was -- and getting sick was not part of it. he needed to be well enough to take her to brunch, to see her face after she left the boutique he’d bought out, to watch her open her presents and bring her to the carefully planned surprise party that all of her friends were going to meet them at. 

he’d gone all out in preparing for today, and it had to be perfect. “this can’t be happening,” he groaned, his voice breaking with a cough. when he recovered, he asked, “what time is it?”

cadence made a soft, sympathetic noise as she brushed her fingers through his hair again. “nine-thirty.”

“okay.” he paused to cough again. “that’s fine -- we don’t need to start having fun until eleven, so -- i just need to get better in an hour and a half.”

she huffed out a little laugh under her breath. she appeared to be fighting a smile. “raleigh, i don’t think you’re going to be well enough to go out in only --”

“cadence,” he protested, his voice an obvious whine. “i have to be.” they had a reservation. he’d even left time for wake-up sex. “we’re supposed to go to brunch.”

“well, we can go to brunch another day. you shouldn’t be going anywhere, raleigh -- you’re really sick. i’m sorry, i know you had plans --”

“god, don’t apologize to me on your birthday.” cadence arched her eyebrows at him. okay, so she thought he was being dramatic. and maybe he was, though he felt perfectly justified in his reaction. he hardly thought she would feel great if she were the one ruining his birthday. 

“you’re not ruining anything,” she promised, her voice gentle and reassuring. he blinked. had he said that out loud? his head was still pounding. “we can celebrate my birthday another day. it’s fine, it doesn’t matter.” 

“yes it does,” he insisted stubbornly, struggling to sit up in bed so she could see how serious he was. the moment he moved, he regretted his decision; his whole body felt achy and uncomfortable -- he didn’t need to make his point that badly, right? cadence pressed lightly on his shoulder and he laid back down, trying to act as though she were forcing him to. “it’s your birthday today. you should still do the fun stuff. avery has the itinerary, he can send it to you.”

“raleigh.” she was very obviously holding back a laugh, amusement clear in her voice. “don’t be ridiculous. i’m not going anywhere until you’re better again.”

“cadence, no.” this was all wrong. he couldn’t let her spend her birthday taking care of him. “you need to go --” a coughing fit shook his shoulders. “-- do birthday stuff. you’re not staying here.”

she rolled her eyes at him. “okay, raleigh.” he fought off a whine as she stepped away from the bed. it was really going to suck, being stuck here without her hands on him. 

cadence slipped out of his bedroom and he sighed, tugging the blankets up around his chin. suddenly, he was freezing. okay -- this was obviously going to be terrible, but at least cadence was going to have her birthday fun. that would make everything worth it. 

a moment later, she came back in, typing away on her phone. raleigh heard the swoop of an outgoing text message before the click of her putting the device to sleep, and watched as she set it into her pocket. “i just texted avery and told him to move everything, so -- looks like you’re stuck with me.”

“cadence. that’s literally the exact opposite of what i said to do.”

she held up her hands. “it’s too late. looks like we’re doing this.” 

despite his insistence, he was grateful to have her close as she stopped near the bed again. “why don’t you take a hot shower? i’ll change the sheets and call in your symptoms and we’ll take it from there.” she leaned down and brushed her lips against his forehead; he could have sobbed with relief. just having her close, with her familiar weight and shape and smell was more comforting than anything he could have asked for.

with herculean effort, he dragged himself out of bed. before he shut the door to the bathroom, he heard cadence humming to herself as she stripped the sheets off and smiled, the sound of the melody already lifting his spirits.

he hated when she was right, but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t -- and often. cadence knew what she was talking about; after a few long minutes under the hot water he was already starting to feel remarkably less disgusting. dropping down into a set of clean sheets only made things better. 

cadence felt his forehead again when he laid down. “good news and bad news. the good news is that the tel-a-doc thinks you just have a 24-hour bug. the bad news is you’re all out of what we need to treat it, so -- i have to run to the store. are you gonna be alright for a few minutes here by yourself?”

the question was almost laughable. if cadence only knew the disasters he’d caused in this very apartment, by himself, before she came along. raleigh was sure she’d be completely horrified to know all he’d gotten up to, and on any other day he absolutely would have made a joke about it, just in the hopes of making her laugh. today -- he really didn’t want her to go.

“yeah,” he mumbled, sighing heavily through his congestion as he made himself comfortable in the newly made bed. his eyes felt heavy. “s’cool.”

raleigh was asleep in moments. when he woke up, the clock on his nightstand let him know that it’d been a few hours. his stomach rumbled; he was hungry -- that was a start.

he dragged himself out of bed and made his way to the kitchen. cadence was dancing at the stove, shimmying her hips to the song playing quietly off her phone. he leaned against the refrigerator and stared at her, his lips pulling up into a smile.

she spun around and saw him, flushing bright red. “raleigh.”

“cadence.” he mimicked her voice with -- what he thought was -- a perfect imitation. 

“okay, so i guess you’re feeling better.” she nodded her head at the breakfast bar. “sit.”

he did, folding his arms on the counter and dropping his chin onto them, watching her from the middle of the kitchen. she turned the music on her phone off and then turned back to the stove; raleigh watched as she ladled soup into a bowl and brought it over to him. she set a blue gatorade and two pills down beside it. 

raleigh arched an eyebrow at her. “you made soup?”

it looked pretty good. actually, it looked... almost too good. cadence shook her head. “i just heated it up. you’ll feel better, though, once you take the medicine -- which you should do now so you can have it again with dinner. are you actually feeling better?”

he paused to think about it for a moment, shoveling a spoonful of soup in his mouth. it was hot. cadence stared at him, unimpressed, as he spit it back into the bowl. “yeah, i guess. a little. thanks for doing all of this. i’m sorry i took your birthday away.”

her gaze softened. “raleigh, it’s not a big deal. you didn’t take my birthday away, you’re my boyfriend -- i want to take care of you. we’ll celebrate another day. we can just reschedule everything.” she bit down on her bottom lip, stifling a smile. “although it did sound pretty incredible.”

he groaned. “avery told you? i’m gonna kill him.”

“well -- i asked! i wanted to make sure everything could be moved. and it could, so it’s not a big deal. but... i can’t believe you planned all of that for me.” her gaze was serious where it was fixed on his. “no one’s ever gone through so much trouble for me like that before.”

he averted his eyes to his soup, stirring it around slowly. he felt flushed again. “it wasn’t that involved.”

“yes it was, raleigh. you put all this time and effort into planning the perfect day, and i... i just feel really lucky. to be dating someone like you, who cares so much. so shut up, and let me thank you, and eat your soup.”

she was smiling at him. his chest felt uncomfortably tight. she had definitely done... something to him, that was for damn sure. before her, he’d never been the type of guy interested in earning boyfriend-points. traditionally, raleigh ran at the first sight of anything that could be construed as commitment; he didn’t want to be stuck planning anyone’s anything. celebrating a birthday with a girl was usually a sign that it was time for him to get lost. 

but ever since cadence saw something in him that she thought was worth sticking around for, he constantly found himself working towards a new bar that had been set. every day he was trying to outdo himself, all in the hopes of making her smile. 

her birthday was his chance to pay back all the amazing things she did for him every other day of the year. he was supposed to be using this day to show her how much she meant to him.

“i’d do it every day, you know,” raleigh said finally, between bites. “you don’t have to wait until your birthday. you deserve something that special every day.”

the face she made at him made his stomach twist. she looked so happy. “thank you,” she murmured again, squeezing his hand. “come on. let’s get you back into bed.”

once he’d crawled back between the sheets, she set up camp for them in the bedroom -- bringing raleigh his phone, getting a water bottle for his nightstand, bringing the tissues in close. “now all i need is you,” he instructed, looking meaningfully at her side of the bed.

cadence really needed to move in here -- to make it official. it felt incredibly off-putting when the right side of the bed was empty. 

“one last thing.” she smiled, and then presented him with a cherry popsicle, holding the stick towards him so he could take it.

his eyes lit up. a thousand memories of being home sick from school flooded his senses as he pulled it towards his mouth, nostalgia filling him abruptly. if he closed his eyes he could almost hear his mom whispering terms of endearment in spanish as he laid with his head in her lap. “okay, how’d you know?”

“i called your mom,” she admitted sheepishly, “while i was at the store. she said you always used to have them when you were sick. i thought it might help you feel better, but -- they only had the variety pack, so i bought, like, three boxes to make sure we’d have enough cherry.” 

“jeez. you’d think it was my birthday.” the thought of cadence on the phone with his mom, swapping stories about him was... enough to make him nervous in a way he didn’t understand. his stomach was squirming, but it also felt... good, like pre-performance jitters or takeoff in a private plane. it felt like... he was getting something for christmas that he’d wanted all year.

cadence laughed as she pulled back the covers and slipped into bed beside him. she leaned over to shut off the bedside light, and then made herself comfortable under his arm. “you shouldn’t get so close,” he murmured, even as he pulled her in flush, “you’ll get sick.”

she leaned her head on his chest. “it’s my birthday,” she reminded him, “i can do whatever i want.”

there were a thousand things he wanted to tell her. he needed her to know that he felt lucky, too, to be dating someone like her, and that sometimes it seemed insane that she could feel the same way about him. he wanted her to understand that she deserved to be with someone who would make every birthday of hers the greatest day of the year, who’d kill to see her smile or laugh or turn that wide-eyed look of delight on them. 

but sleep was starting to overtake him again. he squeezed his arm around her, pressing his lips to the top of her head. “you’re right,” he murmured, “it’s your day. happy birthday.”

[supernaturallyobsessedchic]

7 Days to Die - Part 6

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Pairing: Jensen x Reader, Danneel x Reader (Jenneel)

Warnings: Scary situation, implied smut, implied threesome, poly-relationships, maybe fluff (it’s a feel good one I think)

Word Count: 2,086

Summary: It’s a race against the clock when Danneel doesn’t get better. The reader and Jensen trek far to get the meds she needs. And discover some feelings along the way.

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“How’s Danneel?” Jensen asked.

“Look boss, there’s no easy way to tell you this.” Benny says.

Misha enters to conversation, having finished with Y/N. “Dee’s fever keeps getting worse, though we keep lowering it as best we could, but it just keeps going up.” He explains.

“It’s odd, if the kids and her had the same shit, and the kids bounced back just fine. They’re with Gen by the way.” He explains, quickly adding. “But she just gets worse. And keeps getting worse no matter how hard we fight against it. And I’m running out of supplies.” He says.

“We got to find out quick, I’m not losing her either.” Jensen urges.

 When Y/N woke up, Danneel was still fighting a fever.

She walked out of the infirmary feeling achy but better. She heads to the camp entrance to find Benny and Jensen standing watch.

“How long was I out?” she asks, startling them.

“Chic’s a silent walker.” Benny says, placing a hand over his own chest.

“Yeah she is.” Jensen says, walking over to her. Engulfing her in a hug.

“Thank god you’re okay.” He whispers.

“You were worried about me?” she asked.

“Of course, I am, you’re my friend. You had my back, saved me countless times.” He says.

Countless times? She wondered.

“How’s your wife?” she asked.

“She’s still fighting a fever. Her immune system is overrun by a virus. And they’re trying to find the right meds to fight it.” He says.

“Let me look at my map for check points, I have all kinds of markers on my map.” She says.

“Now, why do you have a special map and we don’t?” Benny asked.

“Because it’s where I’ve been. I’ve walked all the way up here from the states.” She says. “Been across my share of military base camps, medic camps, you name it, I’ve seen it.” she adds. As she digs in her pack to pull out a stack of maps. Labeling them as such, military, medical, food and shelters.

And she took Jensen’s map, being a map of the Vancouver area, mostly just the British Columbia territory.

She does the math, considering her maps are in states, and towns from where she’s visited. She needs to map out how far the trek would be.

 She was doing the math in a cabin used for security. She comes out, looking not too happy, yet not too sure either.

“How bad?” Jensen asks.

“Well, do you want good news first or bad news?” she asked.

“Do they go hand in hand?” he asks. She nods. “Good news then.” Jensen says.

“Okay, I found a camp that is labeled to have meds, and supplies for CDC officials. They have camps all over the US.” She says.

“Bad news is, it’s far.” Jensen says. She nods, closing her eyes with a sigh.

“Yes, it’s about a week’s walk or more. But if I have a horse, or a car, I could get there faster.” She says.

“You’re not going alone.” Jensen says.

Considering walkers, raiders and cannibals, she needs someone to watch her back.

“Fine, but do we have that mode of transportation or not?” she asked.

“We kept the Impala, but there’s too high of a risk of it either attracting the wrong attention or attention period. Or it breaking down. It’s been acting up.” Benny says.

“I bet; you guys must have put some miles on it.” Y/N says.

“That we did.” Jensen says.

“There’s a Jeep in back, it’s new. One of the kids hijacked it and brought it here. You could use that.” Benny says.

“Okay, we need to pack and leave. Now. My wife can’t wait any longer.” Jensen urges.

“Already packed, let’s hit it.” Y/N says.

 With the occasional off roading, she sped the whole way to the camp on the map.

The camp was, just outside of Seattle Washington. She made it within a day.

The camp came into view as they screeched to a halt.

“Grab all that you can, we’ll haul it in the Jeep.” Jensen says. Y/N nods.

They ran in the abandoned camp, going from tent to tent, building to building, grabbing jars of medicine, bandages, antiseptics, surgical supplies, even gowns and gloves. They made multiple trips, carrying arms full of loot.

They heard a hiss of a walker nearby.

Once they thing they got everything, the got in the Jeep and drove back to Vancouver.

 The engine showing signs of overheating caused them to stop. They were still miles from the camp, but they weren’t about to carry all the medical supplies they looted.

Jensen parks the Jeep on the side of the road, turning off the lights so as to not draw attention to them. And prepares to keep watch as Y/N works at getting comfortable.

She kept tossing, not finding that sweet spot she could tolerate sleeping in.

“Sorry, this isn’t comfortable of place to stay.” Jensen says.

“It’s okay, it’ll still do. I’ll just wait a bit. Try to relax before I try to sleep.” She says.

“I just hope that this is enough to help her fight.” Jensen says.

“It is, I was grabbing some very wordy, and lengthy names of medicines, for some reason that told me it’ll help her. Just got to have faith Jensen. She’ll make it.” She says. “Besides…We pretty much cleared the camp and emptied it of everything.” She added. Jensen nods.

Lifting the center console to reveal a middle seat, he sits closer. She didn’t question it, she embraced him. She can feel him tremble at the thought of losing his wife. He just needed the assurance that she’ll be okay.

Jensen buried his face in the crook of her neck as they hugged, taking in her comfort.

When he pulls away slowly, his hand still by the nape of her neck, she sees him look at her lips. Then leans in slowly, hesitantly. And lightly brushes his lips along hers in a gentle kiss.

It took her a minute to register before she kissed him back.

They’re lips moved together in the kiss, as they poured out their love into it.

They were letting in breaths in through their noses as they continued, and deepening the kiss.

Jensen’s tongue brushing along her lip, asking for permission. She parts her lips, allowing him access.

He works her down onto her back, laying in the front seat of the Jeep. As their moment begins to build into something more.

 The sun was about to rise when they decided it was time to hit the road.

Despite the pleasurable night, neither one got any shut eye. But felt rested and content. As they drove, Y/N sitting in the middle seat leaning into Jensen’s side as he drove.

Entering the complex with the supplies, they rushed to get Danneel the meds she desperately needs, and it quickly became a waiting game after the first few doses.

She just had sex with Jensen Ackles, how will Danneel react if she wakes up? Or was that just a heated moment? Her mind reeled at the thoughts and scenarios. But all she can do, is wait.

 As the days passed, Danneel slowly improved.

And when she finally got the okay to go home she was eager to see Jensen again.

She saw him at his post, like always.

“Jensen?” she goes.

“Baby?” Jensen says, looking extremely happy she’s alive, healthy and awake.

He rushes to her and engulfs her in a big, tight hug.

“Jay, babe, I need to breathe.” Danneel says, after a while in his arms.

“Sorry, it’s just, I’ve come so close to losing you.” He says. “If it weren’t for Y/N, who drove me to keep looking for meds, you wouldn’t be awake right now.” He adds.

“Well then let me thank her too. She not only helped save me, but she kept my man sane.” She says.

“Think Misha has her out on a hunt, she should be back soon.” Jensen says. “She took Jared’s place.” He adds.

“Oh, where is he?” Danneel asked.

“On our trip back, he was scratched by a walker. He…died.” Jensen says, feeling remorseful looking back on that day.

“How’d Gen take it?” She asked.

“Not well, but she’s doing better. Y/N and I have been keeping an eye on her. Y/N’s been looking after the kids when she can.” Jensen says.

“This Y/N, she sounds quiet the character.” Danneel says.

“We’re back!” They heard from the trail. “And we got the good stuff in the way of food and clothes.” Y/N says leading her pack back.

“I’ll take the food over at Mass Hall.” Rob says, carrying a few of the boxes as he lead a few guys carrying food to said Mass Hall.

“And Benny and Jensen, weapons.” Y/N says, pointing to the Jeep, loaded to the brim with ammo crates, boxes of all kinds of weapon goodness.

“We’d be lost without her and her map.” Benny says as he checks in the weapons.

“And medical?” Jensen asked.

“Of course medical, I already brought it to the medical supply camp back there.” She says.

“Hi Danneel.” Y/N says, noticing she’s up and at them. “Nice to see you awake. Jensen wouldn’t stop worrying, I kept telling him you were fine.” She says.

“I’m glad you’ve been keeping him sane for the time being.” She says.

“Any word from Gen?” Y/N asks Jensen.

“She’s fine today, maybe watch our kids for Danneel. I don’t get off till late.” Jensen says.

“Will do.” Y/N says.

“I’ll walk you to the cabin.” Danneel says. Leading the way.

 That night, Y/N and Danneel just talked and talked as they watched the kids play and be kids from the front porch of their cabin, sitting on an outdoor couch. Danneel learned of what they did on their ventures. And how close Jensen came to dying due to the gun shot injury.

Even their moment on the drive back.

“I didn’t want to say anything, but, I’m not all for keeping secrets. It’s worse if you’ve kept it and they are just now discovering it in the most wrong way possible or worse if it’s years in the future.” Y/N explained.

“It’s okay, I’m not mad.” Danneel says.

“Y-…You’re not?” Y/N asked, confused. “Most women when they find out their man did that, they’d be pissed.” She adds.

“For some reason I’m not.” She says. “And the more I hang out with you the more comfortable I am with you, it’s like…It’s like I’m falling for a girl, which hardly ever happens. Last girl I had a crush on tried to use me.” She adds.

“Oh, well I’m not all about that. And I’m flattered you like me. I like you too actually.” Y/N says.

Danneel smiles, and rests her head on Y/N’s shoulder.

“If we continued this, would it be weird if…a married couple, such as ourselves, ever loved someone else. Like, make it a poly-relationship?” Danneel asked.

“Maybe to some. But I’m not weirded out by it, oddly enough. I guess as long as it’s something all three of us would want.” Y/N says. “And if all three of us, really loved each other.” She adds.

“My guts saying to do it.” Danneel says.

“Then lets. I mean, I feel like Jensen, like, I know his feelings toward me. I mean a few nights ago, that told me a lot. And if you want to try it, and I want to try it. Then I say let’s do it.” Y/N explains.

Danneel looks up at Y/N from where she sat, resting her head on her shoulder. Y/N returns the soft and content look. And Danneel takes that chance and delivers a gentle kiss.

Y/N quickly returns the kiss and the girls sat there, kissing sweetly until they hear a groan near them.

Jensen had quietly walked up the stairs to their porch, off duty, expressing how turned on he was with the dark expression in his eyes.

“That was so hot.” Jensen moans. As he takes two easy strides to his girls, kissing both sweetly on the lips.

“Something tells me, daddy’s wanting some.” Danneel says, with a devilish grin.

“And daddy want’s doubles.” Jensen says, turning to Y/N.

“Let’s get the kids in, it’s getting late.” Y/N says with a smile as Jensen kisses her neck. Giggling when his lips gently suck on her pulse point. Only to turn into a moan when he doesn’t stop sucking and biting the patch of skin.

“And inside we go.” Danneel goes, break them up and guiding them inside.

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[kayluh1915]

A Little Cold

Paring(s): Javier Peña/Original Female Character

Words: 1,229

Warnings: None

Summary: Javier puts a hold on Peyton’s big "lifestyle-changing" plans when she comes down with something that he thinks is a bit more than a little cold and takes care of her the best he knows how.

I'm currently working on a 5k+ word self-indulgent A/B/O fic but I'm fucking sicker than shit and my fiance's at work and I just want some fucking cuddles and soup. So, enjoy this unedited, unbetaed, fever-induced indulgence that may or may not be inspired by real-life events.

Also using Javier for this one because I can’t get enough of soft Javi in that fuckin’ baby blue button down so hush and let have my fever dream, mkay? Mkay.

God, to be held by Pedro Pascal right now... *cries*

You know the drill, comments are welcomed and encouraged, yadda yadda, follow me on Twitter.

PS: It (thankfully) isn't Covid, but it is the flu. It still sucks either way and is making me unapologetically long for Pedro cuddles...

Enjoy

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My Masterlist

Today was the day.

It had taken countless weeks to get everything together with the memberships she had to pay, days off she had to request and even finding someone to watch her cat. But, it all came together beautifully and Payton was finally ready to get herself back on track.

Her plan started with waking up early and eating a good breakfast. She had been neglecting her sleep schedule and diet for months now, basically only powering herself with caffeine and sugary doughnuts that honestly did nothing but make her feel like shit 24/7.

After breakfast, she was taking her cat, Toby, to Connie so she could watch it while she cleaned the entire apartment from top to bottom. Javi couldn’t get the full day off and still had to work half a shift, but she was glad that he still got to come home early. He’d be home just in time for lunch and he promised that he’d help her clean after they ate.

After their cleaning day, she and Javi were going to dedicate three days a week minimum to going to the gym. Javier was still pretty fit from his time chasing down drug lords in Columbia but noticed a fair drop in his stamina since returning to the states. Peyton herself wasn’t out of shape just yet, but she was getting there and she wanted to stop it before it went beyond the point of no return.

Peyton knew that she could technically start any day and didn’t need all of this prep work to start taking care of herself, but it helped her feel better and more prepared to succeed by starting off with a clean home, good sleep schedule, and cooked meals.

Today was the day…

… or was supposed to be at least.

When her alarm went off at 7 am, she expected to feel pretty horrendous. Her sleep schedule had been fucked up for months and suddenly attacking it by waking up much earlier than usual would make anyone feel awful, but this was different than the need to go back to bed.

She rose up from their sheets and padded to the bathroom. Her head was very heavy, her chest was tight, and her throat sore and scratchy begging her to cough. She refused it for a while, but the tickle in the back of her throat became too much as she washed her hands. Her cough sounded awful, wet, and came from the deepest part of her chest.

Of fucking course. All that planning just so she could get sick? Nope. Not happening. She had put too much work into making her “lifestyle change day” possible and she refused to let a little cold stop her.

So, she swallowed down another cough and got dressed, trying to ignore the weakness and dull ache in her head as she began to make breakfast.

When Javier came into the kitchen about an hour later wearing a baby blue button-down and his favorite pair of jeans, he knew that something was off with Peyton immediately.

“Morning, Cariño. Did you sleep okay?” Peyton looked up from the eggs she was making, trying to look as if she wasn’t feeling even worse than she did when she got up.

“Yeah, it just wasn’t enough.” Javier noticed the deep circles under her eyes and how pale she looked as she tried and failed to stifle a cough.

It was then when he realized why something wasn’t quite right.

Without even thinking, he took the spatula out of her hand and set it aside, turning off the stovetop and putting the pan of frying eggs on a cooled eye.

“Javi, what are yo-” She stopped herself as soon as his wrist went to her forehead and cheeks. She had tried her best to hide how shitty she was feeling, but she knew it was a longshot. You can hardly hide anything from the former DEA agent who assisted in taking down Escobar.

“I’m fine, Jav. I swear. It’s just a little cold.”

“You don’t run fevers with colds, Peyton.” She reached for the pan again, Javier grabbing her wrist to stop her.

“Javi, please. Just let me-”

“No, I’ll finish breakfast. You go lay back down.” Peyton was going to protest again, but a coughing fit struck her out of fucking nowhere. The damn thing lasted far longer than any fit should and left her throat sore and her chest achy, Javier looking on with concern as he gently rubbed her back throughout the entire thing.

Deep down, she knew that Javier was right. She was in pretty rough shape and needed rest… but all those plans… all that work she did only to get sick and fuck everything up.

Javier brought his hands up to Peyton’s flushed cheeks, holding her face in his hands as he looked into her exhausted eyes.

“Don’t do that.” Peyton gave a confused look.

“Do what?”

“Beat yourself up for not being able to keep your plans. I know you put a lot of work into everything, but you can’t help that you got sick. Your health is more important than the apartment. We can do our deep clean later, for now, go lay down. I’ll come to check on you in a minute.”

He knew her so fucking well.

As much as she wished she could go through with her plan, laying back down did sound pretty good right now. Finally, she just accepted her fate and nodded. Javier sighed in relief, pressing a kiss to her fevered forehead.

Peyton slept for what felt like two minutes when she awoke to Javier bringing her some medicine to help bring down her fever, a glass Sprite on ice with a straw, and a bowl of hot chicken noodle soup. She knew she’d been out much longer if he had time to run to the store and get all this fancy stuff.

“Wh-why aren’t you at work?” She asked, taking the medication with a small sip of Sprite.

“Called in. I didn’t want you to be alone.”

“But… you couldn’t get the day off.” Javier smiled, setting the steaming bowl on the nightstand.

“Not working just to clean is one thing, but when the woman I love is sick, I’ll move mountains to make sure you’re taken care of.” Peyton smiled at him, the steaming soup feeling heavenly as she swallowed a bite he fed her.

“You don’t have to feed me, Jav.” She said, but he didn’t listen to her, holding another spoonful out to her. She normally hated being doted on this much, but she was honestly too sick to care at this point.

She ate more than half of the soup before she pushed it away, laying back down with a pained groan. Javier took the bowl to the kitchen, coming back quickly and laying down next to Peyton. He pulled her as close as he could and brushed a few stray curls away from her flushed face.

“You okay?” He asked. Peyton groaned.

“...what do you think?” Javier chuckled.

“You know what I meant.” Peyton pointed to her head.

“...head hurts.” Javier hummed sadly, taking his hand to gently rub her temples and the space between her eyes. Peyton melted into his touch, letting his gentle caresses and occasional kisses lull her back to sleep.

[angst-king]

Misery loves Company

((this is a chronic illness AU for BNHA, no quirks. Tw contains mention of vomit, and seizuring) He wakes up every morning feeling tired, achy, and weak. His throat is sore and his nose is stuffy, his breathing is very wheezy and labored. He grumbles but that doesn’t stop his morning routine coughing fit. He would cough and cough until his body decided it was done, or that he was gonna throw up like today. Gagging after one last cough, he covered his mouth with one hand and grabbed the trash can with the other and vomited. This is the time Ito comes in to check on him. Knocking on the door, she calls out. “Eijirou honey, you awake?” Through a raspy voice when he could stop vomiting he would answer “yes! I’m awake” Which would be followed by another coughing fit, today though he felt worse. His head was hurting, his throat was very painful and scratchy, his entire body was so weak that just sitting up was a chore. He was cold and feld more congested than usual. Ito opens the door a little as she hears her son coughing, peaking in she frowned seeing Eijirou coughing. 

She’d grown used to this a few years ago but that didn’t keep her numb from feeling so bad for this boy. Her morning routines always consisted of checking up on her son to see how he was feeling, seeing if he needed help with getting ready in the morning or just checking his vitals. She approaches her son and sits besides him rubbing his back in gentle soothing circles with soft pats to help him cough. “Good job Eiji, good. I know this sucks first thing in the morning.” She says in a quiet voice to calm him, when he stopped coughing, she then asked. “Feel like you might vomit again, hun?” Eijirou shook his head before making a little whimpering sound, Ito got up and went to grab the trash can and tell him. “I’ll go and clean this out, let yourself rest before you start doing anything okay.” Clearing his throat Eijirou nods and lays back into the pillows of his bed. Ito walks out of his room leaving the sick boy alone to clean out the trash can.

While she was gone, Eijirou assessed his current condition and how he was feeling. He felt like utter crap at the moment and he’s been feeling like this for about a week now and he knows that if he gets any worse then he’ll end up in the ER. He doesn’t wanna go there, and he and Ito have made an agreement that if he gets too sick for a certain amount of days or shows a horrific change in symptoms then no matter if he wants to or not, he needs to go to the ER. He hoped he wouldn’t get that bad but with the way he was feeling today it may be a slim chance but so far it's been a steady flare, no fever high fever, no persistent seizures, vomiting, or struggling to breath but. Today he felt worse, maybe by ten percent but that wasn’t a bad thing? It would sort itself out right? Oh he hoped it would. 

He knew he needed to take his medicines but he was so tired that he just went back to laying down. Rubbing his temples he sunk back under the warm inviting covers. Sighing he pushed his messy case of bedhead out of his face, closing his eyes hoping to go back to sleep. He really needed to rest as vomiting like that took the energy out of him. By the time Eijiro had fallen completely asleep again his mom had come back, she sighed seeing him asleep. She came over and set the trash can back in its usual spot for just in case reasons and reached over to feel Eijirou’s forehead. It was a tad bit warm but this was normal with a flare up, as long as it didn’t get any worse he would just have to let this run its course. 

There were many days where Ito felt so bad for Eijirou. On nights where he was coughing up his dinner, or having a seizure day, or was in so much pain that it made him seizure and tremor the entire day. Where it left him wheelchair bound, where it brought Eijirou to his knees with small tears raining down his flushed face. She was there for him, she was there to witness the good, the meh, the bad and the horrible. She wished every night for a miracle that at least one of his illnesses would just disappear and never come back! Though she knew it wasn’t possible, that didn’t stop her from praying every night. She was so proud, her son was so strong for being so brave and not giving up due to his conditions. 

Letting him sleep in, the teen didn’t wake up until ten thirty am, now he really needed to start his medicines. He didn’t feel any better but there was no point in procrastinating even if he didn’t have much motivation or strength to do it. So he got ready for the day, getting out of bed on shaky aching legs, he had to hold onto the night stand so he could stand up properly. He made his bed partially enough for if he wanted to crawl back in it or just lay on top of it. Then he went and brushed his teeth to try and get the horrible acidic taste of vomit out of his mouth and washed out the slimy mucus in his mouth. Blowing his nose to try and give himself a chance to breathe through his nose was a fruitless attempt. Leaving his hair down for this he just tied some of it back and out of his face. He wasn’t going to bother changing out of his pajamas, that was way too much effort that would most likely go to waste today. 

Before he started his medicines and airway clearing therapy, he grabbed his thermometer from the nightstand and took his temperature. Keeping the tool under his tongue until it beeped, muffling coughs long enough for the results. “39 c (100.5 F) not bad at all, this is normal for days like this” He sighed while talking to himself, he wiped the thermometer with a sanitizer wipe and put it back in its tiny casing and back on the nightstand. He then gets up and heads over to his closet and grabs his vibrate vest and kit, he also grabs his medicines for his breathing treatment therapy. Moving around wasn’t helping his head ache, his coughing, or his aching limbs but. Things had to be done and he didn’t wanna ask his mom to get stuff for him, he didn’t think that was manly. 

First he slipped the vest on, then grabbed his nebulizer and put in the medicines before turning on both machines. He sticks the nebulizer into his mouth and grabs at his nose, shutting it so the medicine would go down and into his lungs. The vest vibrated his entire body like a massage chair but not for the same usage. The vibration of the vest was to shake up the mucus enough for him to cough it up, the breathing treatment thinned it out so he wasn��t coughing up such thick sludge. It was an hour long process of hacking and coughing but he wanted to get better. It felt like there was more mucus for him to cough up though, like his body was just getting sicker. The hour long process had him spent in the end, he was still gasping for air and his lungs still felt clogged. His throat was on fire, and his arms were trembling so much. 

Even though he didn’t want to, he got ready for breakfast. He grabbed his epilepsy medicine, his vitamins, and his other cystic fibrosis medications, and went down to the kitchen. Each step he takes causes shock waves of tingles and pain up his legs, but it's tolerable. Finally getting downstairs he sees Ito in the kitchen video chatting while drinking her coffee. “Hi momma, who ya talking to?” He asked after clearing his throat, she looked over and smiled “I’m talking to mommy” She said gesturing to her phone, Kirishima peered over and gave a tired smile seeing his other mom through the video chat. “Hi Eiji, momma told me you’re not feeling too good.” “hey mommy, y-yeah I’m not feeling all that great today, haven’t been for almost a week now but, it’ll pass like always.” He reassures his moms as he sets his medicines down on the kitchen island, he goes into the fridge and grabs a chocolate protein shake. 

He goes back to the island while his parents talk and he takes his medicine. “I hope so Eiji, but you always manage to pull through.” “yup, he’s tough just like you Emily.” Ito chuckles, smiling fondly while ruffling Eijirou’s hair playfully. “You mean you Ito dear, I don’t know how you do it, I don’t know how I’d do it all on my own with him.” “That's what I thought, but I managed.” Looking over at Eijirou as he swallowed his pills, Ito makes the comment “Eiji honey, I think you’ve been losing weight.” Raising a brow at this, Eijirou looked down at himself and shrugged “maybe?” Emily giggles and comments “Eiji you need to pay more attention to your body, i know that weight loss isn’t gonna be very visible for you since you live in your pajamas most of the time.” Eijirou nods before grunting and putting down the half-drink protein shake to grab at his head. Ito knew something was wrong when he did this “you okay hun?” “N-no, my head hurts so much.” He coughed and began to stumble, Ito immediately grabs ahold of him, she knows what’s gonna happen next and sets Eijirou on the floor. “Sweetheart, I need you to lay down okay, you’re gonna have a seizure.” Ito instructs, Eijirou lays on his side like he always did in these situations. It made it harder for him to breath but this was safer than laying on his back or stomach. Ito stood up momentarily to tell Emily she’d call her later, Emily understood the situation and wished them luck.

It was just as Ito turned her phone off when Eijirou began to convulse on the floor. Ito rushes down to help him, keeping him on his side, holding his head so it doesn’t bang against the wood floors. There wasn’t much she could do for him except keep him safe. She has to wait this out and luckily she doesn’t have any appliances running except the fridge so there’s no worry of time. When the seizure ended she sighed in relief, he was safe to move. So she lifted him up and into her arms and carried him up the stairs back to his room. Putting him on his bed she lays him on top of the covers and plays the pillows in a way to keep him on his side so he can’t roll over and suffocate. When she could, she would stay with Eijirou during his recovery times, especially times where he was feeling extra ill. Once he was situated on his bed, she went into his closet and grabbed his medical supplies bag that had stuff for going out places. The boy is homeschooled but he could go places like the store, restaurants, and other places but. He always wore a mask in those types of places and was rather cautious.

Grabbing the weighted blanket from the bag she loosely places it on Eijirou knowing it would keep him relaxed when he wakes up. She checked his temp with an ear thermometer when he’s not awake enough to use an oral one. It was still 39 c (100.5F), but it didn’t rise. Now she had to wait for him to wake up which shouldn’t take very long. She stayed on the bed with him, combing her fingers through his messy tangled red hair. She couldn’t help but think of how much her son looked with red hair. At first his hair was black like hers and Emily's but he wanted to dye it red because he needed a change to make him feel a little less miserable. His favorite music artist, Crimson riot, had red hair and he’d becomes Kirishima’s idle cause he promoted the great idea that ‘everyone’s got set back, it's what you do about it  that counts, do your best and live your life without regrets’ Eijirou loved it so much he lived by in and in his own words that’s how he wanted to be as a man and in one word he called it manly. Some think it's silly but this was one of the few things keeping him alive.

When Eijirou woke up, he was dazed and confused. Looking around he sees his mom and hesitantly reaches out for her, touching her arm to alert her he’d woken up. Ito’s eyes dart  down at him and she smiles “hey there Eijiro” eijirou returns the smile with a tired one of his own before he says. “i-i’m gonna go to sleep..m’tire” His words slurred with exhaustion and his eyes drooped. Ito nods, kisses her son’s forehead and gets up from the bed. “Alright love, I’ll let you rest okay, seems like you need it.” Getting comfortable on the bed and curling up under his weighted blanket, he coughs himself back to sleep.

[bennyboyjones]

You’ve Got a Fever

a/n: hiiiii! here’s some more cute boyfriend ben fluff for @benhardyfantexas! I hope you’re feeling better! You’re prob not even sick anymore this took so long. I’m so sorry! 

what it is: boyfriend!ben comforts you and takes care of you when you’re sick

what you get: fluff

word count: 1.2k

MASTERLIST

“You’ve got a fever,” Ben tossed the thermometer onto your bedside table as you groaned. You were sweating, but had goosebumps all over your body and your nose was so stuffed up that you had officially become a mouth breather. 

Of course you were sick on the one weekend in weeks that Ben had nothing to do: no traveling, no press appearances, no parties. The plan was that the two of you would spend the entire weekend in bed--and it looked like you were, just not the way that you had intended. 

He wiped his hand over your slick forehead, “I think you should have a shower while I finish getting dinner ready. Maybe it’ll make you feel better.”

You thought that he was right, even though you really didn’t want to move from your cocoon of blankets, but you were sweaty and felt pretty gross. He pulled the blankets off you and you coughed as you stood up from the bed. He walked to the bathroom with you and turned the water on as you undressed. He pressed a kiss to your forehead before picking your clothes up off the floor and closing the bathroom door after he exited. 

You stepped under the warm water and sighed in relief when the steam started allowing you to breathe through your nose again. You took your time--really took your time--knowing that a few minutes after you stepped out, your nose would be clogged again and your forehead sweaty. 

You could hear Ben’s music playing over the sound of your shower and smiled, happy to hear it again despite how loud it was. He always blasted music when he was cooking or cleaning, dancing around your apartment like an idiot--but it was cute, and always made you smile. 

Once the water started to run cold, you turned the faucet off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around yourself. When you reentered your room, you noticed that Ben had left you a new change of clothes on your bed; your favorite t-shirt of his, your favorite sweatpants, and the granny panties you only ever wore on your period because they were so comfortable but so ugly. 

You got dressed and ran a comb through your hair as you tried not to get frustrated with your body as the chills returned and coughing started up again. You hated being sick, so much so, that you often pretended you weren’t when you were and just fought through it, forcing it to go away by sheer force of will. This time though, your will didn’t work and you had a fucking fever--which was currently knocking you on your ass. 

You grabbed one of the extra blankets from your bed and wrapped it around your shoulders before moving to join Ben in your kitchen. 

When he noticed you, he turned the music down until it was only a soft murmur and walked over to you. He wrapped you into a hug and spoke into your hair, “Did the shower help at all?”

You nodded, but he saw through you, “I know you’re lying, but at least you smell better.” You tried to push him off of you in feign offense but he only held onto you tighter. Once he let you go, he reached over to the counter and grabbed the pill bottle that was sitting there, “Here, take some.” It was fever medicine and you accepted it gratefully, along with the glass of water he had poured you. 

When you were done, you thanked him quietly and leaned on the counter, not wanting to be away from him. 

“Go sit on the couch, love. I just need a few more minutes,” he turned back to the pot of soup he had on the stove. 

“Come with me,” your voice was slightly whiny and you knew that you were growing needy, but you didn’t really care. 

He kept stirring as he reached his free hand out to you. You grabbed his hand and he pulled you over to him. He wrapped his arm around your waist as you leaned your head on his shoulder. You could feel yourself really leaning into him, feeling too tired and achy to hold yourself up on your own, but you loved the feeling of his arm around you too much to move. 

“Baby, please go lay on the couch. I promise I only need a few minutes and then I’ll bring it over, okay?” He gave the top of your head a kiss. 

You sighed but nodded, “I’m giving you five minutes,” you mumbled, “then I’m rioting.”

He chuckled, “Okay, babe.”

You plopped down on your couch and turned the tv on; you opened up Hulu and hovered over The Great, a new show that Gwilym was on and that you and Ben were watching together. Knowing that he would kill you if he caught you starting a new episode without him, you dropped the remote and picked up your phone, scrolling through Instagram, but not being able to focus on anything you were seeing. You shivered as a new wave of chills rushed over you and pulled the blanket tighter around you, wondering if his five minutes were up yet. Just as you were about to call his name, you heard his feet padding on the carpet. 

He put two full bowls of soup on the coffee table and was about to sit down when he stopped, “Fuck, we need drinks.”

You grabbed onto his t-shirt and pulled, “No,’ you whined, “stay.”

“We need drinks,” he laughed lovingly at your neediness. 

“We don’t. Just drink the soup.”

“Fine,” he sat down so that his side was pressed against yours. He handed you your bowl and then took his. “You’re lucky you didn’t start this without me,” he warned when he saw what you had queued up on the screen. 

You smiled as you clicked play and settled into Ben’s side. 

The soup had definitely made you feel better, you thought, as you drained the last of the broth from your bowl. You leaned forward to put your empty bowl on the table next to Ben’s and then shifted to lay down with your head in his lap. Once you were settled, he put his hand in your hair and started running his fingers through it, letting his fingertips lightly brush over your forehead as he did so. 

“How are you feeling, love?” He looked down at you as his hand continued moving through your hair.

“Better,” your eyes met his and you smiled, “thank you for dinner, and for taking care of me.”

“S’alright.”

“I would ask for a kiss, but I don’t want to get you sick.” 

“C’mere.”

You pushed yourself to sit up and turned to him. He placed your chin between his fingers and placed a soft kiss to your lips. “I love you,” he whispered before kissing you again. 

“I love you too,” you kissed him a third time, soft and quick, before settling your head back down in his lap. 

As his hand moved back into your hair, you felt your body relax and your eyes start to flutter. You were warm, tucked into the fluffy blanket, and you felt comforted with Ben’s hand in your hair. 

You closed your eyes and only heard half of Ben’s comment about Gwilym’s awful wig when you fell asleep.

[loveistherootofhappiness]

It’s not the next day til the sun’s up. Everyone knows that...

Fandom: 911 Ship: Madney Rating: G Word Count: 1852

Summary: Pushing the door open further, he found Maddie hunched over the toilet and a trail of what looked like vomit, staining the white tiles, leading to the toilet.

Day 5: Oh my god, you’re burning up” + hurt/comfort (more fluff/comfort than anything because I struggle with whump)

Can also be read here

Chimney woke to the sound of violent retching coming from the bathroom. His girlfriend was no longer next to him and he spotted the light on in the bathroom. He jumped up, running to the bathroom. Pushing the door open further, he found Maddie hunched over the toilet and a trail of what looked like vomit, staining the white tiles, leading to the toilet.

As he walked over to her, bare feet carefully steeping around the mess, he remembered that the two of them had dinner before at a new place on their date last night. They didn’t eat anything out of the ordinary and he felt fine, so this might not have been food poisoning. He touched her bare shoulder. Her skin was burning to the touch. “Oh my god, you’re burning up.”

She turned from the toilet, peered up at him, face pale. “I’m okay,” she croaked, voice hoarse. Maddie pushed herself back from the toilet into a sitting position against the side of the tub, sighing at the cool ceramic.

He said as he walked to linen closet to get a towel for the mess and a wash cloth for her.

“It was probably something I ate,” She tried weakly. “Sorry about the mess.”

“You have nothing to be sorry about.” He went about wiping the mess, disposing of the towel in the hamper when her was done.

He wet the cloth with cold water and sat down next to her on the floor. Maddie noticed what he was fixing to do and tried to push his hand away. “Come on Howie, you don’t have to do—“ Chimney ignored her and went about dabbing the rag across his forehead. “God that feels good.”

“You were saying,” he smirked, continuing to rub the rag across her forehead and down her face.

Maddie stopped him, trying to push his hands away. “Babe, stop, I’m fine. The nausea has already passed,” her voice still held the same weakness, “plus I have an early morning shift. What time is it anyway?” Maddie pushed herself up with shaky hands. As soon as she got to her feet, she almost lost her balance. He quickly got up to catch her.

“You are not going anywhere, especially not to work. It’s 40 degrees outside, you can barely stand right now, let alone drive. I can’t, in good conscience, even think about letting you go to work.” Chimney’s tone was as firm as he could muster to her.

“Come on, you’re going back to bed” Chimney felt a bit of victory at the fact that Maddie didn’t fight him on it. He held on to her until they reached the bed. She climbed on the bed and sunk into the mattress and he pulled the sheets and comforter around her.

“So warm,” she mumbled into the pillow.

Chimney went back into the bathroom to do a slightly more thorough cleaning. Once finished, he grabbed the thermometer, cough syrup, Tylenol, and a glass of water, placing all of it on the bedside table. Maddie’s even breathing let him know that she’d gone back to sleep. He switched off the baby monitor, so it wouldn’t wake her and decided to go check on their daughter.

He walked across the hall to the nursery, to find his baby still asleep. Careful not to disturb her, he leaned over the side of the crib and lightly touched her forehead. Thankfully, her skin was dry and cool to the touch, signaling that she hadn’t caught whatever her mother had. And he didn’t want her to catch it, so he should probably make arrangements for her to stay somewhere else. He sighed as he thought about his only available options, making a mental note to call them. He watched her sleep a few moments more before walking out of the room.

Looking in on Maddie, she was burritoed under the covers, so he closed the door and let her rest. Chimney went towards the kitchen to make him some coffee, knowing she’s not going back to sleep anytime soon. He eyed the counter clock. 6:02 am. He’d give until after he finished his coffee to start making the necessary phone calls.

He took slow sips of his mug as he thought about which one he wanted to call to take care of Jee-Yun, he sighed inwardly as he came to a decision. He sat the empty mug down and grabbed his phone from the couch. First calling Sue to let her know that Maddie wouldn’t be there. He was already off for the next couple of days so he didn’t need to worry about calling in. Then he called Albert, as he was one of his only options to possibly care for Jee-Yun. To Chimney’s surprise he picked up almost immediately.

“What’s going on?” Albert asked, probably just waking up.

“Why do you think something’s happened?”

“No one calls this early in the morning for no reason.” He did have a point.

“Nothing happened. I do need a favor, though.”

“At six in the morning?”

“Can you to take care of Jee-Yun?”

“I knew something happened. You and Maddie had a fight or something? What did you do?”

“No, we didn’t have a fight. Wait, why do you assume it’s my fault? Never mind, don’t answer that. Maddie’s sick and I just don’t want to risk Jee-Yun getting sick as well.”

“She’s okay, right?”

“Just a stomach flu. She’ll likely be alright by tomorrow or the next day.”

“Oh, okay, yeah I got you.”

“Are you sure? If you can’t-”

“It’s my niece, I always have time for her.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”

“No problem. I’ll be there to pick her up in about an hour.”

He put the phone down on the counter. He decided to get Jee-Yun packed up to spend the next couple of days with her uncle. As soon as the door opened he heard his daughters cries. He got her situated with a fresh diaper and some clean clothes. He packed a baby bag, feed her, and now they were on the couch waiting for Albert to arrive.

“Okay, Jee, look after your uncle. Make sure he doesn’t do anything crazy.”

It didn’t take Albert long to arrive. He had been more than willing to keep Jee-Yun as long as needed. Chimney promised to keep him updated as he kissed her goodbye, through his mask, and handed her to him with her bag. Even though he does it often, he’ll never be used to handing her off to others. But it was necessary. He saw the two of them off and then it was just him and Maddie.

Heading back to their bedroom to check on Maddie, he expectantly found her still asleep. Peeling back some of her covers, her touched her to find her skin still over heated and clammy, still running a fever. He put another cold compress to her forehead before putting the covers back over her as she groaned and shivered.

Leaving her to her rest, he decided to take care of some things around the apartment. Before he knew it, six hours had passed. Walking back in the bedroom, he found Maddie awake, “hey, how you feeling?”

She groaned and sniffled, “hot, cold, achy, nauseated. I hate being sick.”

“I have an idea.” He went into their bathroom and drew her a bath, knowing it would help soothe her. He pulled her from their bed, stripped her of her damp clothing, and sat on the side of the tub as soak in the water and steam. “Better?”

“Much. Even better if you join me.”

“I think I’ll sit this one out. As soon as you’re better, though...”

“That’s quitters talk.”

The water cooled and Maddie got out, returning to their bedroom, taking medicine, and sitting up in bed. Chimney went into the kitchen to make her some mostly broth chicken soup and tea. He placed the soup, crackers, and some green tea with lemon and honey on a tray and brought it back to her.

“Wow, I should be sick more often,” Maddie commented as he placed the tray in front of her. When he got close she’d leaned in to kiss him, but immediately thought better of it. “Right, no kissing.”

He kissed her on the forehead. “You’ll be better soon enough,” he said as he sat in bed next to her. They fell silent for a moment as she ate a bit, but preferred the tea more than anything else.

“Is Jee-Yun napping? I actually can’t remember if I’ve even heard her today,” Maddie broke the silence.

“You probably haven’t. I turned the baby monitor off so you could rest. She’s actually not here. She’s staying with Albert,” Maddie’s eyes widened and she went to respond, but he stopped her, “so she wouldn’t get sick. I didn’t have any other options. It was between him and Buck,” her face softened a little, “and as much as I know they both love their niece, which would you have chosen?”

Maddie didn’t say anything as she grabbed her cellphone of the table. It didn’t take long to figure out who she was calling as the FaceTime rang.

“Maddie! How are you feeling?” Albert answered the call.

Before she could answer they heard, “Mads, hey! Say hey to mama, Jee.” Buck. They saw him stroll into Albert’s kitchen, holding Jee-Yun.

“Buck?” They asked simultaneously, “what are you doing at Albert’s? Maddie asked.

“Oh, when I called him he told me that he was taking care of her because you’re sick. Since I was off today, I decided to come over and help out. She could always use some time with her favorite uncles. Isn’t that right, JeeJee?”

Maddie had to smile as she watched her baby brother interact with her daughter. “Well, I just wanted to see her as I haven’t today,” Maddie told him, “stay out of trouble. Call us if you need us.”

“Will do.”

“We’ve got everything handled here. You just focus on getting better. I’ll have her back to you in a couple of days.” Albert added confidently.

“Thanks again for taking care of her.”

“That’s what family’s for.”

Maddie ended the call and tossed her phone on the bed between them. “They’ll be fine, right?”

“I mean between the two of them, how much trouble could they get into?” Maddie looked at him. For the most part, they trusted their brothers to handle to responsibility. They would still be periodically checking on them, making sure everything was okay.

“I trust them to make sure they take good of her.” Chimney agreed.

Seeing that Maddie had eaten and drank all she was going to, he removed the tray. Taking it back in the kitchen. He came back and returned to his place on the bed, Maddie taking the opportunity to snuggle into his arms.

“I apologize in advance for getting you sick,” she sniffed and yawned, “thanks for taking care of me.

“Worth it,” he kissed her forehead, “you never have to thank me. That’s what I’m here for.” ---

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